AN: whitechocolateperfection Thanks Emily for requesting and advising as always : and teen-mendes you know why. Originally posted by anthony-samaniego. Your name is written across the white in black ink. The handwriting is familiar. You found parchment in your purse from the small train you took in Amsterdam. The song turned into roses. When the door is unlocked and your bag and keys are on the hook, you take a seat by the window. Your cat is curled up at your feet, stirring in her sleep. The lip feels heavy, straining your shoulders. The breakup is still fresh, too fresh to read his letter.
jealous? (Jealous!Shawn × reader)
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Originally posted by lost-in-sm. He grunts into your neck in remembrance, recalling the exact words he said to you that same night you had practically ripped the shirt from his body when the both of you had gotten home. He walks to your side of the closet, finding the shirt almost immediately, hung up amidst the rest of your blouses. As you watch him slip into the shirt you become infinitely more needy than you were just a moment ago at the feeling of him standing so close to you. Seeing Shawn in his element is your favorite thing to witness, the power and influence he exudes always turning you on a bit, making you love him even more. You miss seeing him in that role, not having been to one of his events in a little over three months.
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Faking it had become easier now. Opening the door, she found Shawn in the doorway dressed in a pair of black jeans and a loose button up, sleeves rolled up and hair messy. At the sight of him she smiled- a half genuine one that sparked a little flutter in her chest.
Then, the PR stunt needs to be executed. We had plans, Shawn. Just let this pass by.