Shauna shipmen imagines (gxg)

when you can't open a jar

You’re standing at the kitchen counter, forehead creased in frustration, twisting at the lid of a particularly stubborn jar of pickles. Your fingers slip again, and a quiet groan escapes you.

From behind, Shauna’s voice teases, “Need some help there, troublemaker?”

You roll your eyes. “I don’t need help. I just need… more strength.”

She leans against the doorway, arms crossed, watching you struggle with a grin. “Uh-huh. Sure.”

You try again, but the lid refuses to budge. “Seriously! It’s like this thing is glued shut!”

Shauna laughs softly, walking over. “May I?” she asks, placing her hand over yours.

The moment her fingers brush yours, there’s a little spark you can’t ignore. She twists the lid effortlessly, and it pops open with a satisfying click. She hands it back to you, smirking as she watches your shocked expression.

“How did you do that so easily?!” you exclaim, still holding the open jar.

She shrugs, wiggling her fingers playfully. “It’s all in the wrist. Or… maybe you just need me around for the tough stuff.”

You can’t help the laugh that bubbles up. “So, what, I have to call you every time a jar stands in my way?”

“Exactly,” she replies, leaning in just slightly, her face close to yours. “I’m basically your personal jar-opener… and maybe a few other things too.”

Your cheeks heat up, and she notices immediately. Shauna smirks, brushing her hand along yours again. “Relax. I’m teasing… mostly.”

You shake your head, smiling, and open the jar wider, finally reaching in. “I guess I’ll have to take you up on your ‘other services’ sometime.”

Shauna grins, giving your shoulder a playful squeeze. “Anytime. But for now, just remember — I’m always here when life gets… tough.”

And as she leans back, still smirking, you realize it’s not just the jar that feels lighter — everything feels a little warmer with her around.