#ty shaw

share 6 of your favorite fictional crushes!

Clement Mansell

Mo Lundy

Cal

Brodie "Bro" Hartman

Ty Shaw

Donald Pierce

pairing: boyd holbrook x reader

word count: 2071

Requests are open!

It had been a while since Boyd Holbrook left for filming in another country. Weeks had turned into months, and with every passing day, Y/N found herself feeling the weight of the distance between them. At first, the texts and calls had been enough to bridge the gap. But as time wore on, the little things started to unravel. Boyd's new role in a big-budget film was requiring more of his time, and the new cast, a stunning co-star with a reputation for flirting, only added to her insecurities.

Y/N tried to keep herself busy, working on her own projects, catching up with friends, but it wasn’t the same. There were moments when she would scroll through her phone, seeing pictures of Boyd with his co-star, and the knots in her stomach would tighten. Today was one of those moments. Boyd had posted an image of him with her—his co-star—at an event they had attended together. They were standing close, smiling with their arms around each other.

It wasn’t a big deal, Y/N tried to convince herself. It wasn’t anything more than just a picture. But the way the co-star had leaned into Boyd, the look in her eyes, the way her hand rested on his chest, set something off inside Y/N. She couldn’t shake the feeling of jealousy creeping up on her.

Unable to sit still, Y/N grabbed her phone, her fingers trembling slightly as she unlocked it. She found Boyd’s contact and hit the call button.

Boyd was in the middle of a meeting when his phone buzzed, the name of his long-time girlfriend flashing on the screen. His heart skipped a beat. He smiled, his thoughts instantly drifting to her. He quickly excused himself from the conversation, stepping out of the room to answer.

“Hey, babe, what’s up?”

There was a pause on the other end of the line before Y/N’s voice cracked, a mix of frustration and hurt in her tone. “Boyd... What the hell is going on?”

Boyd furrowed his brow, walking down the hallway to find a quieter space. “What do you mean? What happened?”

“Why are you letting her get so close to you?” Y/N snapped. “I saw the picture with your co-star. You were practically cuddling her, Boyd! What the hell?”

Boyd’s chest tightened. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He knew that the jealousy was part of the distance that had begun to grow between them, but he never thought it would come to this. He had always reassured Y/N that there was nothing to worry about, but now, her voice—laced with hurt and anger—made him feel helpless.

“Babe, please... it’s not what you think. She’s just a co-star, nothing more. You know I’d never—”

“You don’t get it, Boyd! She’s flirting with you!” Y/N interrupted, her voice rising. “And you're just letting it happen! You don’t even see it, do you?”

Boyd’s heart sank. He had seen the tension, the way his co-star had been overly friendly with him, but he never once entertained the idea of anything happening. He was in love with Y/N, had been since high school. They had been through so much together, and this distance was already difficult enough without the added strain of suspicion.

“Y/N, listen to me,” he said gently, trying to keep his voice steady. “You’re my girl. I’ve always been loyal to you. She’s just... part of the job, okay? It doesn’t mean anything.”

But Y/N wasn’t listening. Her voice cracked, a sob escaping as she continued, “I don’t want to be with someone who makes me feel like this, Boyd. You’re never here, and when you are, it’s like you’re not even really here. You’re always so busy with her, and I’m just... I’m just here, waiting for you to come back, to see me, to remember me.”

Boyd’s stomach dropped. He hated hearing her like this. He couldn’t stand it. She had every right to feel hurt, but he needed her to understand.

“Y/N, I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry if I’ve made you feel like that. I’ve been trying my best to balance everything, but I never meant to make you feel second. You’re my priority, always,” Boyd said, his voice soft and reassuring. “You have to know that.”

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone. Boyd could hear Y/N trying to compose herself, the sound of her breathing shaky. The tension between them was unbearable. Finally, she whispered, “I don’t know if I can keep doing this, Boyd. I don’t know if I can trust you anymore.”

Boyd felt a pang in his chest, the words cutting deeper than he expected. He knew he had taken Y/N for granted, assuming that no matter how far apart they were, their bond would hold strong. But now, with the doubt settling between them, he realized how much he had been neglecting her needs, her feelings.

“I’m coming home,” Boyd said quickly, the decision firm in his mind. “I’ll be on the first flight back. Just wait for me, okay? We’ll talk, and I’ll make this right. I promise.”

But before Y/N could respond, the call ended. Boyd stood there for a moment, staring at his phone. He had to fix this. He couldn’t lose her over something so trivial, something that should have never been an issue in the first place.

The flight felt like it took forever. Boyd spent the entire time restless, consumed with worry. His mind raced with thoughts of how he would fix things, how he could make it up to Y/N. He had messed up, and he knew it. But he also knew that he couldn’t let this slip away. She was the one. She had always been the one.

When he finally arrived home, Boyd rushed out of the airport and into a cab, all he could think about was getting to her. He knew she had every right to be upset, but he wasn’t prepared for how badly it hurt to see her in so much pain.

When he arrived at their apartment, he didn’t even bother with the key. He knocked frantically on the door, his heart pounding in his chest.

A few moments later, the door creaked open, and there she was. Y/N, wearing one of his hoodies, her eyes red from crying. Boyd’s heart ached at the sight of her, but he didn’t say anything. He just pulled her into his arms, wrapping her tightly, as if trying to shield her from the hurt.

“I’m sorry,” Boyd whispered, his voice breaking. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I never meant for you to feel like this.”

Y/N stiffened for a moment but then slowly relaxed into his embrace, her hands clutching the fabric of his hoodie as she sniffled.

“I... I don’t know what to believe anymore,” she murmured. “You’re so far away, and it feels like I’m losing you.”

Boyd gently pulled back, tilting her chin up to meet his gaze. His hands cupped her face, and he gazed into her eyes with a raw intensity. “You’re not losing me, Y/N. I’ve been an idiot. I’ve been so focused on work, on everything else, that I forgot what’s important. You are what matters to me. I love you. And I will prove it to you, every day.”

Y/N’s lips trembled, but she didn’t say anything. Boyd leaned in and kissed her forehead, then softly kissed her lips, his hands holding her gently, as if she might break. He was desperate to make her feel secure, to show her that there was nothing in this world that would make him leave her.

After a long moment, Y/N pulled away, her eyes still wet with tears. “I don’t know how to trust you anymore, Boyd. You don’t understand how hard this has been for me. I can’t just pretend like everything’s fine.”

Boyd swallowed hard, the weight of her words heavy on his chest. He nodded slowly. “I get it. I don’t expect you to forgive me right away. But I’ll do whatever it takes, Y/N. Just don’t give up on us. Please.”

Y/N looked at him, her gaze searching, before she finally nodded. “I’m not giving up on us, Boyd. But you need to show me that you’re still here. That you’re still... ours.”

Boyd’s heart swelled with relief. He knew this wouldn’t be easy, but he was ready to put in the work. He would show her, prove to her, that she was his everything.

And as they stood there, in the quiet of their apartment, Boyd knew that he would never let her go again. Not now, not ever.

The following weeks were a whirlwind of apologies and reassurances. Boyd was a man of his word. He canceled the rest of his filming schedule, returning home to Y/N. He spent every waking moment with her, showering her with affection, showering her with gifts, and most importantly, showering her with his attention. He made an effort to be present, to truly be there for her, to listen to her fears and insecurities.

He took her on long walks in the park, holding her hand tightly, whispering sweet nothings in her ear. He cooked her favorite meals, filling their apartment with the comforting aroma of home. He spent hours curled up on the couch with her, watching old movies, their bodies pressed together, the silence between them filled with a comfortable intimacy.

Y/N, initially hesitant and guarded, slowly began to thaw. She saw the sincerity in his eyes, the genuine remorse in his voice. She saw the effort he was making to reconnect with her, to rebuild the trust that had been so fragile.

One evening, as they were lying in bed, Y/N turned to him, her eyes searching his. "I'm still scared, Boyd," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. "What if it happens again? What if you go back to work, and you forget about me again?"

Boyd pulled her closer, his arms wrapping around her protectively. "I won't let that happen," he promised, his voice firm. "I've learned my lesson. I won't let anything come between us again."

He paused, his gaze intense. "I know I messed up, and I'm truly sorry. But I also know that I love you more than anything in the world. You are my everything, Y/N. You always have been, and you always will be."

Y/N felt a tear roll down her cheek. "I love you too, Boyd. More than words can say."

As the weeks turned into months, the shadow of doubt that had hung over their relationship began to fade. They communicated openly and honestly, sharing their fears and insecurities with each other. They made a conscious effort to spend quality time together, to cherish every moment they had.

Boyd found new ways to keep in touch with Y/N while he was away on location. He sent her constant updates, silly videos, and even a few love letters. He made an effort to schedule regular video calls, making her feel connected to him even when he was thousands of miles away.

Y/N, in turn, learned to trust him again. She saw the changes he had made, the effort he was putting in to maintain their relationship. She saw the love in his eyes, the unwavering devotion in his heart.

One evening, as they were enjoying a quiet dinner at home, Boyd surprised Y/N with a small velvet box. His eyes sparkled with excitement as he opened it to reveal a stunning diamond ring.

Y/N gasped, her eyes widening in disbelief. "Boyd..."

He took her hand, his voice trembling slightly. "Y/N, I know we've been through a lot, but I've never been more sure of anything in my life. You are the most amazing woman I know. You are my best friend, my confidante, my love. Will you marry me?"

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes. She nodded, speechless, her heart overflowing with joy. Boyd slipped the ring onto her finger, his lips meeting hers in a passionate kiss.