HEY! So this has been in my drafts for like FOREVER! @pinkanddepressed had an ask about this so long ago and at the time I decided to make a small imagine about it and TOTALLY forgot about it. But anyway here it is. Hope ya liked it! Requests are open, request anything I’m down to write it. Also excuse any mistakes, as it’s late as I’m exhausted.
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Wine. Check. Ice cream. Check. Looking over everything in my cart scanning to make sure I have the things on my list.The necessities that are normally used for a bad break up, is Shawn’s necessities for coming home. He comes home in T-minus 6 hours making me gitty with emotions.
When Shawn and I started getting serious with our relationship he would call me, out of the blue about an hour in advance and ask me to come over
‘Hey are you busy?’
'No, not that I know of why?’
'I’m landing in like an hour and I just want you there. I miss you.’
'Okay. I’ll be there.’
That’s how it all started, asking if I was busy and if I could meet him at his house. I would always sense that he was shy to ask, always trying to start conversation. I knew when he would be coming home, making sure to not stay at work longer than I usually would.
I remember standing in the airport, seeing Shawn ready to depart which broke me and he looked at me holding my face in his hands so I look at him and he simply said 'I want you there when I’m coming home, or just want to come visit me, or even just to be here even of I’m not home.’ He said taking my hand and placing a key in the palm of my hand and closing it kissing my knuckles not breaking eye contact. I only ever used the key for when Shawn was coming home. I just never liked coming over without asking, or never used the key unless he said he was going to be home. Never want to overstay my welcome. So there his key sat, on my key ring right next to my house key. I repeat the words that he said to me as he placed the key in my small hand which always seems to make me smile even on bad days when he wasn’t around “I want you here when come home.” And not in a demanding way. Not in the slightest. More in a desperate, I need you type of beg. I couldn’t help but feel you heart skip a thousand times, with so much love and joy. The key has been on your key ring this whole time.
I walk into his condo with the necessities placing the ice cream immediately in the freezer and walking into the closet that he keeps in the closet closest to his living room. I take the blankets that we always use, throwing them on the couch, and getting his pillows from his bedroom. Placing the pillows and blankets in the way we always have them. I sit waiting for the jiggling of the keys to be made just outside the door. I sit on the dining room table, with dinner sitting in a pot on the stove waiting patiently for the Canadian I love.
Hearing the door knob jiggle, and the sound of keys on the other side of the door always made my heart skip a beat. Just the realization that he was about to step inside his home. He was about to feel at home, finally after months of being away. I would be the first person he seems when he opens the door. The door slowly opens sorta like a big suspense in a TV show when they bring back a special guest , having me jump from the dining room chair and practically running to the door to meet Shawn at the foyer. I see my lanky and tired 6'3" Canadian walk through the door. I meet his tired eyes and give him a sympathetic look. “Hi, love” I say quietly, earning a smile from Shawn, and practically jumping into my arms.
His arms wrapping around my small waist squeezing me tight, nuzzling his face into my hair, taking in my scent. “I missed you. I missed home.” He mumbles squeezing me tighter, feeling as if I’m going to disappear.
“I made dinner.” I say bringing my hands to the nape of his neck, grabbing his curls and bringing my hand down his back, stroking up and down. Usually when the word food flies out of my mouth he looks at the kitchen for what was being made. But this is different, he keeps his face buried into my neck.
“Can you just hold me for a little?” He asks in a muffled sound making my heart melt. I don’t say anything, but stroke his hair, soothing him feeling his arms wrap around my shoulders and squeezing me tightly with fear that I will slip away. He pulls from our hug, not wanting to pull away and places a sweet longing kiss that he has been waiting for ever since he left for the airport. Any time Shawn comes home from flying he always rushes to the bathroom to shower, he cannot stand how he feels after a long flight. Even on a good day Shawn is in the shower for a long time. But when he comes home from tour or being away for awhile he takes an even longer shower. Likes to reflect on what his life is and where he is. He says it’s his thinking place. As I hear the shower turn on, hearing the speaker turn on and blast with music I make my way to the kitchen, heating up his favorite comfort food, pasta with meat sauce. Definitely not as good as his mother’s recipe but it’s my recipe. Before coming here every time Shawn came home he either A) beg for me to come over and have takeout and a movie. Or B) he would come to me and bring takeout. He was never one to make a home cooked meal. Well he tried, it was either the same old chicken and rice or pasta. Anything else was a hit or miss. I remember making Shawn a simple cheese and ham omelette when he came to my apartment on short notice ‘wanting to cuddle.’ Which was always funny about Shawn, he could be hundreds of miles away and he will still try to fly home just to cuddle. Ever since making that omelette the whole chicken and rice became a past thing. He slowly started to learn how to cook just from watching him. Just don’t let him make any type of sauce as he may make it explode.
Seeing his tall frame come closer to me with a wet mop of his curls walking closer to me. “I’m glad you’re here.” He said in a low whisper holding me again smelling his scent making hold him more. When he left for the first time when we started dating the last thing he said to me before he left for the airport was “I want you here when come home.” And not in a demanding way. Not in the slightest. More in a desperate, I need you type of beg, and that’s when he gave me his key to his place. You couldn’t help but feel you heart skip a thousand times, with so much love and joy. The key has been on your key ring this whole time.
“Always I’ll always be here.” I say looking up at him and I can’t help but fall even more deeper in love with the person standing in front of me. He keeps his eyes on me leaning down and pressing his lips onto mine. This kiss was different. The first kiss was gentle, afraid I wouldn’t want to be kisses, or afraid if they felt the same. This kiss was more passionate. More reassuring to himself, he knew nothing had changed since he has left. “Dinner?” I ask serving a heaping plate of pasta and meat sauce after pulling from his kiss. His eyes widen at the thought of food and nods his head making long strides to the you grabbing the plate and kissing my cheek.
“Thank you, I love you.” He said against my cheek, and blushing extremely hard.
Coming over to the table, seeing a curly haired boy with his nose deep into his plate, not coming up for air making me laugh. “Slow down, eh.” I say coming to the table with my plate seeing his eye’s look up at me continuing to chew.
I sit down at the table eating with Shawn in person for the first time in a couple of months. We always made sure to Face Time each other when one of us is having dinner, so technically we have dinner with one another. “I missed you.” He says taking yet another forkful, shoving it in his mouth. “And your cooking.” He says after he swallows making me laugh.
“Babe, seriously calm down. There is more in the pot. It’s not leaving.” I say reassuring him a little, watching a smile form on his source covered lips.
Dinner ended fighting over who should do the dishes, with me doing them as he rushed to go to the bathroom, and coming to see me doing them and hearing him whine like a little kid that lost to his little sister in a game of monopoly “babe I said I’d do them.”
“Well, you went pee. I want these done so we can relax.” I say with a small smirk and he stands next to me and dries the clean dishes and starts to put them away.
We laid on the couch cuddled together hours passed, watching some crappy movie that was being played. His hand in my hair stroking my scalp being completely engaged in the movie as I try not to fall asleep. My hand rests on his lower abdomen, my head resting on his chest feeling his chest rise and fall with an occasional chuckle coming from him.
After trying to keep my eyes open for hours I grab his watch clad wrist and see the time being '11:45’ my eyes jut out of my socket and push away from his hold seeing a confused Shawn not looking too happy “Where ya going?” A whine coming out of his lips grabbing my wrist and pulling me back down to the couch.
“home. It’s late.” I say pulling from his hold grabbing my keys from his counter seeing him hot on my toes as soon as the word ‘home’ fell out of my lips.
"Please stay.” He says with his chest against my back making me feel goosebumps down my back. “Please y/n stay.” I wasn’t one to stay over his house all that much, I always had a constant fear that I wasn’t wanted. It didn’t matter how many times someone would tell me otherwise I always had a gut feeling that they only said that because they had to. Sure I slept with Shawn, but I was always asked if I wanted to, I never just assumed that I could stay the night.
“Shawn, I have work tomorrow.” I say turning around seeing his bottom lip eject trying to find an excuse to not stay, even though I want to stay so badly.
“Please? I really just want to hold you. I want to hold you every night if you let me.” He says begging for me to stay, his hands around my waist. I always thought he hinted at moving in together but never said anything because the person in the back of my head always clouded that thought.
“Are you asking me to move in?” I finally ask looking up at him with confusion in my eyes.
“Someone finally got the hint.” He says pushing my shoulder in a joking way, and his face immediately softens leaning on the counter that is pressed to my back. “But, yes Y/n I want you to move in. I want to be able to say ‘I’m on my way home.’ and you are already there. I want to be able to come home after a long horrible day at the studio and see you watching Hannah Montana for the tenth time. I want to see that every day.” He said his eyes looking sincere and the thought of if he really was faded away. I just smiled up at him in a shy way not able to contain my emotion bottling up inside of me just wanting to scream yes at the top of my lungs. “How about we talk about this in the morning, eh?” He says and I just simply nod and feel his hand around my wrist and pulling me back to his couch.
Laying on his bed,with Shawn on top of me, his head on my chest, his hand under my shirt finding its home on one of my breasts as he finds it relaxing and I can;t help but think about what it would be like to wake up next to the person you love, or make them coffee, or eggs, or watch crappy movies with. My mind even runs to what it would be like fighting with the person you love about who needs to do the dishes, or take out the trash, or do their laundry. I wan to do that with someone. I wan to do that with Shawn.
I look up at him as he is engulfed in watching the movie we both put on to really caring after searching for a movie to watch for hours. “yes.” I simply say and he looks down having no clue what my reason is for saying one word out of the blue. “Moving in. Yes, if you still want to.” I say with shyness in my voice and his eyes bug out of his head and nod his head rapidly like a little kid and leans down kissing my lips.
“please be here when I wake up.” You hear him say softly against your hair as you continue to hold him stroking his hair, and you know without a doubt, you will be there in the morning.
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