A Future (Shayne Topp Imagine)
Pairing: Shayne Topp x Reader
Summary: You feel you may not be able to be with Shayne anymore
An ache in your chest was the first thing you noticed when you woke up in a dark, familiar room. Your fingers flittered to your eyes, which you rubbed with care in attempt to push away their drowsy state.
As you reached subconciously for the lamp you knew would be beside you, memories came rushing into you at the flick of the lightbulb.
You sat up slowly, and your heart tightened in realization.
"Why are we even together anymore?" You bit at him, your bones clenched and eyes daring to release tears.
You were staring across the room and trying to collect yourself.
When you turned your head to look at Shayne, a heavy sensation of guilt erupted from the core of you.
He was standing still in the middle of the kitchen, hovering by a chair and trying to search your eyes. It was very much like you had slapped him across the face. He looked stunned, and so scared. The fact you had done that to him made you want to reel over in shame.
He had been holding a breath in that he now released shakily, eyebrows pinching together just slightly.
"Y-yeah?" His voice was hoarse.
You bit onto your lip, turning your back so you could release a few tears onto his countertop without him seeing. Shayne watched your shoulders trembling, and fell back onto the seat behind him. He stared down at his hands and reflected on what he should have done different.
He can't do this. This wasn't something Shayne could just brush off or forgive himself for. The seconds ticked by painfully before you spoke.
"We..it isn't like it was. We don't see eachother and I miss you all the time and.."
"This isn't how it should be and I don't know what to do."
"We're young, y/n. We've got alot of time ahead of us to make it all work out. I know it's hard. I really know. But I don't know what to do either...I don't.." He was lost.
Shayne's face twisted a little. The humming of his apartment swallowed you both.
"I'm sorry I'm not that. I'm sorry, y/n." You turned, red tracks stained down your cheeks and eyes glistening in fear. He was taken aback looking at you. He needed to do something, say something, be something. Anything. In that moment he knew he needed to do anything but instead he watched you walk away.
Shayne Topp stood up and followed slowly, only to have you go drift into his bathroom and close the door in front of him.
He stared closely at the white paint of the door, tracing along the sides and down to the light that shined through the bottom.
This new kind of desperation had never touched Shayne before, and quite suddenly he was willing to do anything to be on the other side of where he stood, holding you close and fixing it all.
Instead he sat down slowly, pressing his back against the wood and sinking his head into his knees as the quiet state of his apartment took him in.
You blinked, eyes scattering through your boyfriend's room. A glass of water sat beside you that when you picked up, felt cold. You could tell there had been ice in there not too long ago.
Cool, sweet water ran down your throat that was now tightened as your vision fell to a photo frame beside the bed. It was a picture of you and Shayne laying on grass, your head set across his thigh as he stared down at you fondly.
You tipped the glass forward and set the cup down, reaching your fingertips to skim the surface of the frame longingly.
That had been the best day of your life.
The sun was bright and you felt very safe under it.
A large blanket draped across bright green grass, and you lay with your head upon Shayne's lap, his fingers raking through your hair with ease.
It had been your fifth month dating to the day and your relationship had beautifully blossomed as you both became truly warmed up to eachother.
You were both staying at eachothers homes, meeting the families, and no longer needing dates every few nights but rather being able to enjoy eachother even in silence. You were at peace, on the same page and utterly infatuated with eachother.
You went out to a park that was a bit out of your city with Damien, bringing a heavy picnic basket filled with much more than any of you needed. Damien lay across the blanket, dozed off and snoring so softly it was barely audible. It all felt calm, and as you looked up at Shayne you saw a pair of astonished eyes and a sweet smile.
"What?" You grinned, feeling silly and lovely.
"Hmm?" Shayne hummed in response, nearly playfully as he eased his hands down to cup your face.
"I just like all this alot.."
You took one of his hands with both of yours.
Shayne melted, dropping his head slightly. A few strands of his hair dangled above your nose.
"I mean, y/n..I really like all this. You, us..all of it. I'd like it forever, I think." He spoke seriously now, looking deep within you to let you know just how genuine he was.
You brought his hand against your lips, and he felt your smile against his skin. It sent his heart fluttering.
"I love you" You whispered, sending his whole body ablaze. Shayne grinned wildly.
You laughed for a second, right before he leaned down and brought his lips against yours. He kissed you with care and love, and you reflected that. It was your moment in this big world, Shayne and you cherished it.
He brought himself back and breathed, you let your eyes flutter down.
Damien rustled awake, blinking a few times before glancing to his best friends. He moved silently as to not catch the attention of either of you, fishing his phone from his pocket and taking a photo.
The floor didn't feel solid enough, and as you stood you noticed you now wore a large, clean sweater. You no longer had on your jeans, your boots, or your socks.
The clock on his dresser shined "4:32 AM", and with hesitation you inched your way towards the door.
The floor felt a little cold against your bare feet, as did the knob of the door against your hand.
As you stepped out of the bedroom, you immedietly found Shayne. He was sitting on his couch, back sunken into the cushion and head raised up to look at the ceiling. His eyes were worn into his skull, staring closely above him as if he expected to find something. He looked drained and tired, but at the creak of your footstep his face regained a sudden swell of emotions. His eyes darted to you, now filled with worry, relief, and sadness. You exhaled softly.
Shayne leaned against the bathroom door still, feeling seconds blend into minutes and watching his fingers slide in and out together nervously. His eyes flicked up to the clock he could distantly spot in the kitchen.
He forgot how long he had been sitting there. He forgot how tired he was. He forgot he had to be at work early tomorrow morning. The only thing on his mind was you. The soft weeping he had heard from behind the door an hour prior, that now drifted out into the quiet of his home. The times he had knocked on the door and gotten no response. The look on your face when you came into his apartment that night, how you hadn't taken your shoes off. The way he watched you beat around the bush for an hour. The need to cry when you finally told him. Not crying.
What was wrong? You both had been perfectly fine for three years. Yes, now was different. He was busy with Smosh, and you with beginning to teach. You didn't see eachother much in your hectic lives, but you could make it work. You'd have to..
Shayne's head hurt. He slowly turned, rising up on shaky knees and gently turning the doorknob. He peeked inside.
You were sprawled across his bathroom floor, arms tugged around yourself and face softly pinched together in an uncomfortable slumber. He stared down for a second, heart dropping to the tiles of his floor right beside where you lay.
Your name felt sweet on his tongue and evoked pain from inside him.
Slowly, without thinking, he reached down. He looped an arm under your shoulders and another by your knees. With care, he held you up and against his chest.
Staring down at your sleeping face Shayne was reminded of how beautiful you were, something that came to his attention every moment you crossed his mind.
He wish he knew where this all was going.
Shayne went through his doorway and laid you across his bed. You didn't even rustle a bit, completely knocked out.
All of him felt heavy, but he leaned down and unlaced your boots. He then rose up and pulled down your jeans before your tshirt. He went to his dresser and pulled out a sweater, pushing your back up and bringing it over your head softly.
He retrieved a glass of water, he tucked you into his blankets, and he allowed his eyes to flicker to the photo frame beside where you lay.
That was the best day of his life.
Shayne's hand drifted to the frame, pushing his fingertips against it and recalling the day. In that moment he could feel you whispering you loved him into his hand.
He flicked off the light and left the room silently, giving you one last glance before closing his bedroom door.
Shayne looked very much in pain.
"I shouldn't have fallen asleep on your floor. I didn't mean to..I should. I should go."
A tear. Just one. It fell down Shayne's face and onto his couch. You didn't see it, and he didn't notice it.
Your teeth dug into your lip at his question. You wanted to fall onto the floor. You wanted to sob.
Shayne watched your figure drop onto his carpet in a sudden second, your first cry ringing out and echoing deep within him.
He was suddenly beside you, arms pulling you into his lap without hesitation.
You were tired and scared. Your body shook with sobs and you buried your face into his chest.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
Shayne's hands slid around your back, holding you tightly and into his clammering heart.
"I-we can't do this..I can't..we can't.."
You pulled back, staring at him with red eyes. He was so frightened.
Shayne's hand cupped the side of your face.
"Why? Why can't we do this?"
You didn't sob, but the tears kept rolling down and down. Your took his hand and held it tightly against your lips. Shayne's stomach flipped again and again.
The world stopped. It was just you two. Your moment dawned upon you both again.
He stared at you in astonishment and you pulled his hand away.
"We never see eachother anymore. I'm so busy..you're so busy. You could never quit Smosh, you love it there. But we can't raise a baby in all this. We just can't..I'm sorry. I'm sorry..."
A second rolled by as he searched your eyes. The world was silent.
Shayne brought you into a large, caring hug. His hand rubbed your back and his other sunk into your hair with ease.
"Listen to me," he began, leaning back to bring his eyes into yours.
"I'm ready to spend my life with you. I always have been. Whether you want to do that, whether you want to go through with having a baby, whatever, it's your choice. You can always do what you think is best. But I mean it wholeheartedly when I tell you, I will always be here in a second if you need that. If you want me, you can have me. We could make it work. I'll do what I need to do everytime to make it work. That's my promise to you."
You felt light and weak. He brought your hand to his mouth and kissed it once gently.
"I love this. I love us and our future in whatever way it turns out..I love you"
You laughed weakly, pushing tears from your eyes.
You felt so solid in his lap and in the world. Everything became stable and you felt so at peace in that very moment.
"I really love you too.."
Shayne exhaled in relief, pulling his arms around you and allowing you to sink into him.
Your hearts regained their steady beat, and you both smiled in that gentle way lovers do.
Your moment came to end, and the world continued on.
