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Sean was the quietest person you had ever dated. He didn’t exaggerate stories, he didn’t beat around the bush, he didn’t talk just to hear himself talk; he meant what he said and he said what he meant. You genuinely appreciated that about him, but it was also the one thing about him that made you question your entire relationship.
The two of you had been dating for almost 11 months and you weren’t entirely where you stood with him. Sure, the two of you were dating, you knew that much. But you weren’t sure how serious he was about your relationship. The two of you always had a great time together; he spent almost all his free time with you, you went to his games, you had met his sister; things seemed to be going well. Sean was never very expressive and it led you to question your relationship a lot.
Slipping your key into the lock, you pushed open his apartment door, his dry-cleaned suits draped over your arm. You had offered to check on his apartment when he went out on road trips and had volunteered to pick up his dry cleaning. Somedays, when you were really questioning his feelings for you, you wondered if he just kept you around to check on his apartment.
Sighing, you walked into his room, pulling the step stool out of his closet. You climbed up; hanging the suits on the highest rack in his closet. You tripped off the step stool; your hand knocking a shoe box off the shelf as you tried to stop yourself from falling. The lid fell off as the box hit the floor, its contents spilling across the carpet. Your feet hit the ground, managing not to hurt yourself. You hurriedly started gathering the fallen items together, tossing them back in the box.
You were about to put the lid on the box when you snuck a peak at the photo on top of the pile of items. It was a half of a photo strip from a photo booth. Photos from one of your early dates with Sean. You had ripped the strip in half, giving two pictures to Sean and keeping the other two to yourself. Your curiosity grew; not able to contain yourself, you dug into the box. There were ticket stubs, photos, notes you had written him… One of the ticket stubs was from a movie you had gone to together and found so incredibly boring you had ending up making out in the dark theater like kids. Sifting through more items, you found a stub from a concert you had gone to, Sean sitting you on his shoulders during your favorite song so you could have a clear view of the stage.
You were so deep in thought as your pored over the keepsakes; you didn’t hear the door open or Sean come inside the room. You only noticed his presence when his shadow appeared across a scorecard from one of your mini-golf dates that was clutched in your hand. You dropped the card back in the box, guiltily looking up at Sean who dropped his travel bag on the floor beside him.
“What ya got there?” he questioned, his face impossible to read.
“Shit, babe, I’m sorry.” you blabbered. “I was putting your suits away and I knocked the box over and I got curious. Fuck. We’ll just forget I ever saw it.” you said, shuffling the items into a pile and depositing them back in the box.
“(Y/N), wait.” Sean said, dropping to the floor beside you. “It’s fine, I wasn’t hiding it.” he smiled, sitting so close to you his leg was pressed to yours.
You glanced at him nervously. “I still shouldn’t have been going through it.”
“Of all the things you could snoop through while I was gone, I’m glad it was this.” he said as he pulled the box in front of him, pulling out a photo of the two of you.
“This was from our first date. I remember because that dress looked great on you…” he said, handing you the photo. “And because I had to throw that shirt away because I spilled red wine on myself…” he muttered.
“I forgot about that!” you laughed. “You almost tripped the waiter and managed to lose your keys in the same night.”
“Don’t remind me.” he chuckled. “I never thought I’d see you after that date. I was such a train wreck that night.”
“That’s part of the reason I decided to go out with you again.” you admitted, looking at the photo. “There were a lot of bumps along the way that night, but you kept a smile on your face the whole evening.”
“That’s because I was with you.” he said smiling.
“Sean, I had no idea you kept all this stuff.” you said, rummaging through the box.
“I mean, I love the time we spend together. I’m a hockey player, not a scrapbooker so I just kinda tossed everything in the box to remember what we were up to.” he shrugged, continuing to look through the pile.
“This is really sweet, Sean.” you replied, resting your arm on his leg.
“You know, now I have to find you a better gift.” he said absentmindedly, glancing over at your confused face. “I was going to give you this as part of your anniversary gift.” he explained.
“Our anniversary?” you asked softly, your heart melting.
“Yeah, the first Tuesday of next month and we’ll have been together a year.”
“I didn’t realize you were that serious about us.” you said.
“Wait, what do you mean?” he asked, hurt in his voice.
“I don’t know, I mean, I know we’re dating but we’ve just never declared what this is.” you said, gesturing between the two of you. “I’ve been hoping that—“
“I’m all yours; I have been since our first date. I haven’t been with anyone but you since that day.” he explained.
“We just never talked about it and I didn’t want to assume.” you explained quickly. “I’m all in Sean, it’s just been me and you since day one.”
“Good, good.” he murmured, you could practically see the thoughts swirling through his mind. “I’m sorry that I didn’t make it clear sooner. I know I’m not very good at expressing my feelings. Sorry.” he said, his dark eyes locked on yours as he wrapped his arms around you; pressing a kiss to your temple.
“And Sean, you don’t have to get me anything else for our anniversary.” you muttered, your read resting on his shoulder. “This is already the most thoughtful gift anyone has ever gotten me.” you said, smiling as you looked down at the box.
Sean stared down at you thoughtfully. “I love you, you know that right?”
“I do now.”
“Fuck, I didn’t realize… I just thought you knew.” he muttered. “I’m not very good at this.” he sighed.
“Just so you know, I love you, too.” you smiled.
“How many times do I need to tell you I love you to make up for all the time I haven’t been saying it?”
“This box makes up for all the time you haven’t said it.”
“If I ever go another day without telling you that I love you, just slap me okay?”
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Request: could you do something cute with sean monahan? maybe about him being kind of quiet or not very expressive?