whenever you smile

a/n: so this is my first imagine and it might be shit but here goes! also, it’s very short because it’s my first one so please let me know if you like it and i’ll write more imagines but longer  requested: i was wondering if i could request some pure fluff! like a cute little getaway in italy or greece and they stay in this small house in the country and it’s just adorable! warnings: alludes to sex, extreme fluff ??? word count: 787

you wake up to shawn facing you sleeping on the white sheets of the bed. the sun was streaming in through the open window and the breeze was flowing in, causing the thin, white curtain to blow up. we were staying in a secluded house in the countryside of barcelona where there was nothing for miles except open field.

you stay still and study shawn’s face as he is sleeping. you stare at his long eyelashes then his cheek scar before he slowly opens his eyes and smiles at you. you smile back. every time he smiles at you you get this feeling in your chest and your stomach, a flutter feeling: true butterflies.

“how do you manage to look beyond beautiful even in the morning?” he says as he turns over to his back.

you smile at him, “how did i manage to be lucky enough to have you to call mine?” you rest your head on his chest.

“do you want to do anything in particular today?” shawn asked as he looked down at you.

you truly didn’t care what you two did as long as you were together enjoying each others company.

“hmm up to you.” you replied, continuing to lay on his chest.

“we could make breakfast for starters.” he looked down at you and smiled.

you head downstairs, still in your shorts and tank top, while shawn stays upstairs to get dressed. you decided to make homemade pancakes with fresh strawberries and began to get the supplies out of the cupboard when shawn came downstairs shirtless with joggers on.

most times you couldn’t believe that he was yours given that he could have any girl, any model he wanted and he chose you. he chose you, imperfections and all; and he accepted every single one of them.

as you were pouring the mix into the bowl, he came from behind and wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed your cheek. he took the container of batter, still standing from behind, and continued pouring into the bowl.

you watched the batter fall from the plastic bottle into the bowl and in a swift motion, stuck your finger in the bowl, turned around and smeared in on shawns face, giggled then ran towards the other side of the kitchen.

“oh you're really going to regret that” he threatened. you couldn’t take him seriously with the big smear of batter on his forehead.

suddenly you see shawn scoop some batter from the bowl and walking towards you.

“no..no!!” you laugh as you run away and he starts chasing you.

you loved these times with shawn. for you, it always seemed like he was on a never ending tour and you waiting for his return. it killed you to not be with him when he was traveling the world, but you knew that you needed to stay for university and to finish your classes. you did have friends to take your mind off the lonely feeling you had when he was gone, but nothing compared to the feeling you got when you were together.

he caught you by the shoulder and turned you to face him and when you turned, you turned directly into his hand filled with batter. it got all over your nose and mouth.

“you’re gonna get it” you said playfully.

you began to attack each other with the pancake mix until there was none left for pancakes and you both were covered.

“truce” you surrendered putting both hands in the air.

“truce” shawn replied walking towards you, but before you could touch one another he quickly smeared another handful of batter on your face before kissing you.

the kiss was soft and innocent. the kind of kiss that makes your heart flutter and your knees weak.

“let’s go rinse off” he says breaking away from the kiss.

you both walk up the stairs and you hop in the shower first. you start the strip and get in the shower and start rinsing yourself under the hot water before you feel a hand on your side rubbing the sticky batter off your body. you turn to see shawn with water streaming from his hair into his face.

you start to rub the batter off his chest with him looking down at you. you snap your head up and see the way he’s looking at you: like your the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

you reach your hand behind his neck to pull him down as you kiss him with hunger and passion. he pins you against the shower wall and runs his hands all over touching every inch of skin as you run your fingers through his wet, thick hair.