Did You Hear That?
Description: Shawn overhears you talking about Tom Holland, thinking you were talking about him. However, when he finds out you were obsessing over the Spider-Man actor, he gets a little jealous.
Authors Note: I know this is like the most basic thing ever, but I am such a sucker for a jealousy story. It’s probably really bad because it is again really late (and I suck), so sorry about that. I’m open for requests if anyone would like (does anyone even read these) so yeah. Enjoy -Em
There you sat on Shawn’s bed scrolling through Tumblr, Pinterest, Instagram, you name it. While you may have been able to say you had a pop star as a boyfriend, you couldn’t say that didn’t still leave you starstruck when it came to other celebrities. Just ten minutes ago you were cuddling with the brown haired singer, totally in love with his curly hair, charming eyes, dashing smile. However he left to go get food, leaving you all alone, missing his physical affection. Which meant you started internet stalking Tom Holland. You were of course a gigantic Marvel fan for your entire life, and so when he joined the cast you couldn’t help but keep a little place in your heart for the boy. His curly almost reminding you of Shawn’s, and oh my god that giggle. You could obsess for hours if you wanted to.
As you waited for your amazing boyfriend to get back, you go lost in an x reader. It was pure fluff, almost comforting you as if Shawn was really there holding you tight. Almost. Because it was not him you were reading about, instead the famous Spider-Man actor. The writer was amazing, you felt as if you were practically there with the boy. As if he lay beside you, cuddling his head into your hair, wrapping his arms around you. It even brought you to tears as you geeked out at how cute it was. This of course, this is what led you to face time your friend. As you needed to rant about your feelings and she was used to this sort of thing, being a huge Marvel fan herself.
“OMG y/f/n,” you practically squeal into the phone, causing your friend to jump on the other side.
“Gosh dang it y/n, I have headphones in,” she says, motioning to the earbuds that hung out of her ears. You mutter a sorry, and give her a smile of compassion. She takes the apology before questioning you on why you had interrupted her Netflix binge watching.
“Okay, so you were probably watching a Marvel film,” she gives you a suspicious look, before nodding,” so I’m not taking you out of the whole Marvel universe, don’t worry. I just needed to geek out with someone!” You hear here say oh no this again, before letting out a giggle herself.
“Alright y/n, what did Tom Holland do this time,” she playfully says, letting out a smirk.
“What did he do this time! Omg, what did he not do,” you begin to say, talking way faster than you normally did, going on about what you just read. Your smile was practically from ear to ear, and you already felt tired from the rant that had just started. Y/f/n knew there was no way to stop you, which you knew of course which is why you just kept on talking. However, what you did not know was that Shawn had just entered his apartment and could hear you yelling about something all the way from his bedroom. Hearing your squeals he begins to sneak towards the room and ends up standing outside the cracked door of his bedroom, where you lay on his bed. He almost whispers a “she’s so beautiful,” but was stopped when he began to understand what you were actually saying, obviously being nosy and wanting to hear the rest of it.
“Now let me just start with his hair, omg that hair. Those curls could actually kill me. Like honestly, I would die to touch that hair,” you say, laughing at how stupid you probably sound. Your friend joins in, saying a amen and letting you continue. Shawn on the other hand, can’t stop his laughter and he prays you didn’t hear that. He couldn’t believe you had face timed a friend just to talk about his hair.
“And that jawline. How do I even describe that. It honestly has more structure than my life,” you blurt out. Your friend again laughs, realizing how bad this rant was gonna be. You were starstruck, and there was no way to save you now. Shawn again laughs too, almost breaking his cover for a second time. His hand instinctively reaching up his jaw which you just described.
“God, and those abs, those abbbbbbbbbbs,” you say, making a waving motion with your hand as if you were hot. Shawn starts to blush at this one, and he hears y/f/n giggle through the phone. “That smile too? Like who gave him permission to be that cute? That giggle, like I would pay to hear that! Personality? It’s legit as if he was an angel.” With that Shawn nearly bursts into the room, just wanting to pepper you with kisses. However, y/f/n’s response stopped him.
“But Mr. Stark, I don’t feel so good,” she exclaims before bursting into laughter. You follow in suit, before tearing up.
“How could you hurt me like this. That boy did not need to die. You knew how I felt for Tom Holland, after all I just told you, and yet you hurt me like this,” you fake scold, trying to keep a straight face (but totally failing).
“Oh I know sweetheart. Now I gotta get back to watching Doctor Strange, and you need to get back to your actual boyfriend. So goodnight y/n.” With that you turn off your phone, and get up to go down to the living room to wait for Shawn. Shawn on the other hand still sat outside of his room, maybe just a tad jealous of the actor and wondering if you had met. So, there he sat, pathetically he might add, googling your name alongside the actor’s.
The floor creaks as you walk towards the door, however he’s too engrossed in his search to notice. That is until you push open the door, which then collides with the poor boy. He yells out in pain, as the door had hit his head. Meanwhile, you scream in terror as someone had just been sitting outside your door. However, you quickly realize who it was, before then giving your boyfriend a look of confusion. “Shawn? What are you doing standing outside the bedroom door?”
He closes his phone before you could see what he had been looking at, then responding with a,” didn’t wanna interrupt your conversation babe.” His tone seemed off, to say the least, and you blush hoping he hadn’t heard your conversation. If he had, you may have just died in embarrassment. Yet he didn’t say anything on the matter, simply took your hand and led you downstairs towards the kitchen causing you to believe that he hadn’t.
While your dinner had been nice in warm, Shawn seemed ice cold. He was far from his clingy self that always had to touch you in some manner, whether it be hand on your thigh or just playing footsie. Not much was said too, which was the weirdest thing. Your dinner was normally full of laughter, however all you heard from him was how was your food? You both emptied your scraps in the trash, and went to sit in front of the tv as you usually did after eating. There was only one couch in the room, where the two of you normally cuddled and talked. However, he instead decided to sit on the opposite side of the couch as you, before then grabbing the remote.
“Okay, I can’t take this anymore. What happened?” You move yourself across the couch so that you are sitting right next to Shawn, before he sighs and says,”nothing.” Just that there were some fans that were being pretty nosy about his next album, and he felt bad not being able to tell them anything. Knowing the boy’s love for his fans, you accept his answer thinking he just felt bad he let them down. He then goes to put his arm around your shoulder, and you grab his hand in yours in a way to comfort any anxiety he may have had from the encounter that had left him so down. His coldness from earlier seemed to now fade away, as his body heat warms you up. Shawn however still had the memory from earlier vivid in his mind, but realized that he may have been making a bigger deal of this than he thought. It’s just some crush you have on Peter Parker that just manifests itself in Tom a bit too. So, he cuts you a break and decides to let it slide.
“So y/n, what do you want to watch,” he mutters into your hair, before then giving you a kiss there as well.
“Hmmmm let me think….Spider-Man,” you giggle, quickly snatching the remote from his hand. He tries to grab it back from your hands, claiming that you had just watched that movie.
“Actually, it’s been foreverrrrr. We watched it before Infinity War came out. And you are one to talk, do you know how many times I have watched Harry Potter.” He mutters a “that’s fair”, before resting his chin on the top of your head. I love you he coos, and you say it back, before turning your attention back to the TV. By now you have found your way to Spider-Man on your DVR, and you press play.
You were pretty loud when it came to movies. Always yelling why would you do it that, just spit it out, omg do not go into that dark hallway, or even just speaking along with the characters. So, marvel movies were no different and being so close to Shawn meant he got to be a part of that entire experience too which he actually thought was adorable. So, when the beginning sequence of the movie started, you were already speaking along with the characters. As Tony shouted the iconic underoos, you did too. You heard Shawn chuckle in your ear, whispering a you are too cute.
As the movie continues, you sink more and more into Shawn’s chest. You now practically lay on top of him, his hands tracing patterns up and down your arms. That is until it came time for Peter to put on the suit, of course leaving him in his underwear. As he struggled to get his shoes off, you giggle a “omg Tom hurry it up already.” However, Shawn does not laugh in response to this. Instead you feel his hands stop, yet you still feel as though he’s tracing things on your skin. You turn towards the man that you lay on, and see his jaw clenched, staring down at you. That small remark was all it took to send his jealousy soaring and anxiety spiraling as he just hoped that you were still the best in his eyes.
“Babe, what is it? Are Peter’s abs a little too much for you to take,” you laugh, playfully poking his side. However, he doesn’t even smile, just continues to give you a cold stare.
“Do you like Tom better than me?”
With that your playful smile falls, and your eyes knit in confusion. How could he ever think-,” Were you listening to my conversation with y/f/n?” His eyes give you an almost guilty look as he nods in response. “Oh my god Shawnie!”
“Okay, I wasn’t trying to. I was gonna interrupt, but I thought you were talking about me so I wanted to hear it, but noooo you were talking about that bastard.”
You smirk at him, knowing that no one could replace him in your eyes. Tom Holland was no Shawn, however he didn’t know that. “Why, is someone jealous? Afraid they can’t top the one and only Spider-Man?,” you question, eyes giving him a mischievous look.
However, Shawn doesn’t seem to catch on, only getting more frustrated. “Of course I’m jealous! You seem practically in love with someone else. You have a perfectly good boyfriend to obsess over, and yet here we are,” he pouts, almost like a child would if they didn’t get the toy they wanted. You don’t even let him continue speaking his anxiety ridden thoughts, you quickly lean in and capture his lips with yours, positioning one hand on his chest, the other in his soft curls. You both sit there for a second, allowing each other to take the other in, feel the warmth of the other’s lips. His tongue traces against your bottom lip, and his hands go to reach in your hair to move you closer, but you stop him. As you pull away he pouts again, this time because he wants you to lean in again.
“Now listen here Mendes, sure Tom Holland is Spider-Man, but you have this amazing title called my boyfriend. No superhero can beat you. I’ll always be the Gwen to your Spider-Man. You know why? Because his curls pale in comparison to your gorgeous locks. His jawline is like a pair of safety scissors, meanwhile yours as sharp as piece of shattered glass. Don’t even make me explain how much better your muscles are in comparison to his,” you mutter lovingly. Your hands going from his hair, to his jaw, to his stomach as you speak. “Not to mention he’s only 5’8.” This finally gets the boy to laugh, moving his pout to a full on smile. “See, that smile, that giggle, that personality, tops all. Now please don’t forget that.”
“Okay I’ll try not to, but if your gonna write me a piece of poetry like that every time, I may have to come down with amnesia,” he says slyly, before pulling your lips back on his.
