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franklyshipping · 4 years

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Day 3 ~ Christmas 2019 Ego Fanfics

Day 3 here we frickin come people! I hope you're al hungry because now it is time for the all important...Christmas food shopping! LET'S DO IT!

TAGGING: @goog-ler-iplier

Food, glorious food…writing this part is going to make me hungry, I know it. Just thinking about documenting people buying turkey, chicken, bacon, sausages, pigs-in-blankets, beef, eggs, cubes, mince and steaks of meat substitute, potato starch based egg substitute, roasting and baking potatoes, carrots, parsnips, garlic, onions, sprouts, leeks, celery, spinach, spring onions, bell peppers, tomatoes, heavy cream, semi-skimmed and full fat milks, lacto-free milks, almond milk, soya milk, butter, vegan butter, regular and gluten free loaves, baguettes, wraps and flat breads, chicken and beef stocks, sage, thyme, basil, lemons, limes, satsumas, grapes, walnuts, fennel seeds, cumin, vinegar, star anise, salt, black pepper, oils, black and glace cherries, raisins, dates, apples, cranberries, gooseberries, blackberries, redcurrants, figs, cinnamon powder and sticks, nutmeg, ginger, a multitude of flours and sugars, baking powder and soda, inhuman amounts of chocolate and sweets, whipped cream, savoury snacks like crisps, peanuts, cashews, pretzels, crackers, breadsticks, cheeses and pickles, popcorn, candy floss…and then huge amounts of ice cream….is gonna make me hungry.

Then there’s the whole beverage side of things. There are bottles and cans of fizzy sodas, lemonade, ginger ale, ginger beer, tonic water, elderflower presse, apple juice, orange juice, cranberry juice, instant coffee, coffee machine capsules, earl grey tea, peppermint tea, loose leaf tea, generally festive tea, hot chocolate mixes, egg nog, white wine, red wine, rose wine, port, champagne, whiskey, gin, rum, cream liqueur, cans and bottles of beer, vodka….and sparkling water. Damn…it’s a lot. Undoubtedly you’d need somebody with something like a computer for a memory to memorise all of that, purchase it and bring it home in an efficient manner; thank heck for Googleplier. He was on the mission for consumables, along with his VERY excited boyfriend Blankgameplays.

Now, when it came to public places Blank could often get very anxious and uncomfortable…but not this time. On this occasion, not only did he have his sweet blue Google with him, but he also had a task to undertake, a task he’d been looking forward to ever since he’d volunteered to help Google with it. Blank loved shopping, and he also loved Google, so really this was his idea of the perfect morning. He, of course, was in charge of the steadily filling trolley…and was being a tad cheeky with it.

‘Blank! Get back here! You’ll crash the darned thing!’

Google whisper-shouted as he speed-walked down the aisle after his boyfriend, who was giggling as he half-rode the trolley down the aisle, giddily taunting.

‘Cahan’t catch meee can’t catch meheee!’

Google let out a growl under his breath as he sped up into a jog, and Blank’s eyes widened as he let out a surprised squeak when he found that Google had wrapped his arms around him from behind and brought him to a halt.

‘Are you deliberately trying to embarrass me?’

Blank giggled and nibbled his bottom lip at the sound of his boyfriend’s low growl in his ear. Blank turned around so he could face Google, and stood on his tip-toes so he could deliver a kiss to his nose.

‘Maaaaybe.’

Google pursed his lips as he looked down at Blank…damn him with his twinkling eyes and beautiful smile, always making Google unable to truly chastise him for his cheekiness. They returned to their task, collecting more essential items and crossing them off their list….but it didn’t take long for Blank’s mischief to rear its adorable head once more. This time, he was putting things in the trolley that they didn’t require.

‘My love…we do not need paper plates with pink pigs on them.’

‘Awwww c’mooon! Look at them they’re so cute!’

Blank stuck out his bottom lip dramatically, whining when Google put them back on their respective shelf. Google got close to Blank, whispering with a light, playful glare in place.

‘If you put anything else in the trolley that is not on our set list then I shall, with immediate effect, take away your trolley pushing privileges.’

Blank stuck his lip out even more and tried to engage in his puppy eyes, but Google’s glare merely hardened, so Blank submitted….for a little while at least. The rest of the shopping went remarkably smoothly, Blank was giddy of course but he didn’t try to playfully disrupt the task…so Google was under the impression that he was no longer going to be cheeky amidst the shopping. Oh how he was wrong. Blank was merely biding his time, lulling Google into a false sense of security…until they reached the check-out. Then, Blank did the one thing he knew would embarrass Google immensely WITHOUT making him uncomfortable; namely, a great amount of PDA.

‘Baaaabe, can we snuggle lateeer?’

Google’s eyes widened when, just as he’d finished loading their purchasers onto the conveyer, Blank starting hanging off his arm and softly nuzzling his cheek. His face started to turn turquoise as he perceived other customers staring with grins on their faces. Google stammered, wanting to reprimand Blank, but he was getting embarrassed.

‘L-Love….n-not here….’

Blank grinned and giggled, placing a trail of soft, innocent kisses under his jaw, knowing damn well what he was doing to his adorable android. Google’s blush reached his ears as Blank cooed deftly.

‘Whaaat? I’m just showing the world how much I looove you and wanna snuggle yooou!’

Google tried to look down at Blank with a warning in his eyes, but that only made Blank grin wider, god how he loved teasing Google. Google always maintained stoicism, professionalism and perfect composure in every public situation….but Blank lived for when he was blushing and smiling and had no idea what to do with himself because of his developing emotions.

‘Sh-shhh….p-p-people a-are l-looking….’

Google tried to bow his head as he started to smile nervously, whilst Blank merely giggled fondly at him. He was caught between the embarrassment of people watching them and undoubtedly cooing about them, and the sweet enticing nature of his boyfriend’s loving affection. Google could only reason that emotions were….weird. Google gritted his teeth when Blank winked at him though, and despite how flustered he was…Google knew that he wasn’t going to let Blank get away with this. So when it came to checking out, Google packed everything without even bothering to stick to a human pace, whilst Blank continued to smugly stay close to him and relish in what he’d reduced his boyfriend to.

‘You sweeties enjoy the holidays!’

The cashier called after them with a giggle, which made Blank smirk as Google growled. As they left the store with everything bagged in the trolley, Google could feel his embarrassment diminishing…and his need to have vengeance rising. He was similarly inhuman with his speed of loading all their purchases into the car and returning the trolley, and as Blank made to go around to sit in the front passenger seat….Google gripped his forearm.

‘Get into the seat behind mine. Now.’

Blank’s overwhelming smugness….wavered, just a tad, as Blank saw the danger in his Google’s smile. Blank knew he’d been a teasy shit, and on the inside he’d known there were going to be consequences, which was kinda why he’d done it. Google’s consequences were often rather enjoyable. So, Blank decided to maintain his cheeky, boyish grin as he slipped into the back seat behind Google’s driver seat. Then, Google too got into the car, locked it….and proceeded to tint each and every window, and the front and back windscreens so that anyone walking past wouldn’t be able to see in. Blank was analysing Google’s actions with a giddy, yet nervous curiosity…he knew he was in for some kind of punishment, but as of yet he wasn’t sure of what it would entail; so of course, he asked cheekily.

‘Tinting the windows huh? Are gonna make out a little before we head home?’

Google let out a soft laugh through his nose, before cocking his head at Blank and purring.

‘As enjoyable as that sounds, you and I both know that is not what you deserve in this moment. What is going to happen now, is you are going to remove your shoes and socks, and give them to me.’

Blank’s eyes widened. This could only mean one thing, one consequence. His hands and fingers were shaking as he started to blush, not hesitating to comply with his boyfriend’s command. He wordlessly handed his sneakers and black socks over, making Google smile as he took them and set them aside.

‘Good boy, now….’

Blank watched with nervous, curious eyes as Google lifted the head rest up and off of the driver’s seat. His toes curled as Google purred, his azure eyes gleaming behind his spectacles.

‘Feet up.’

Blank complied once more, settling in the back seat as he rested his feet on the top of Google’s seat. He squeaked when Google gripped his ankles and yanked his feet forwards, and Blank hid in his hoodie when he heard Google chuckle…before putting the head rest back onto the seat. The head rest slipped back into place snugly, trapping Blank’s ankles, and leaving his bare feet vulnerable and exposed for whatever Google desired. Google hummed as he observed his boyfriend’s pale, scrunched soles fondly.

‘Do you know what I’m going to do to you?’

Blank nibbled his bottom lip, shivering as he tentatively looked to Google; he whispered meekly.

‘….t-….uh…p-punish me?’

‘Hmm….you are correct, but what is it I am punishing you for?’

Blank was about to open his mouth to answer, when he let out a surprised squeak. Google had begun tracing his soles with all his fingertips, with his eyebrow raised expectantly. Blank understood that Google was still expecting him to answer him, no matter what else was happening. Blank clapped a hand over his mouth as giggles spilled from his lips….oh this was going to be diabolical.

‘I-Ihihit’s b-behecause-ohomygohod….i-ihihit’s….’

Blank let out a light whine, he couldn’t get his words out through his goddamn giggles! Google meanwhile just kept on tracing all over his feet, relishing in the gasps and giggles that he adored so much. Blank’s mirth was utter perfection in Google’s eyes, and he took any and every opportunity to coax it out.

‘Yes dear?’

Blank squeaked and spluttered when Google lightly skittered over the balls of his feet, making Blank scrunch and tug weakly at his trapped feet.

‘P-P-Pleheheeease I-I c-cahan’t t-tahalk lihike thihihis!’

Google cocked his head at Blank softly, smiling with innocent nonchalance as he replied.

‘And yet you still are perfectly coherent. Don’t worry, you can take your time, it’s not like you’re going anywhere.’

Blank threw his head back with his loud giggles as he tugged at his feet more and more, the incessant tickling at the balls of his feet was really affecting the poor guy. Blank knew he had to do everything he could to answer Google’s questions though, it was Google’s thing whenever he tickled, he asked question after question after question like he was doing an experiment.

'Ohohogohod ohohokahay I-I wahas cheheeky!’

Blank squealed out his words as Google lightly raked his nails up and down Blank’s taut, ticklish inner arches. The android smirked, letting out a satisfied hum at his boyfriend’s adorable compliance.

‘That’s right my dear, you were cheeky….very, very cheeky…’

Blank got chills down his spine at Google’s cool, deep tone of voice, and whimpered when Google made his inner-arch tickling devilishly light.

‘Why don’t you list all of the cheeky things you did?’

Blank hit his car seat, the light sensations making him want to curl up and hide away forever as electricity coursed through his body. It took him about a minute of whimpery giggling before he managed to even think about answering, all throughout which Google observed, lovingly. Google adored how ticklish Blank was to even the lightest of touches, it was endearing, and marvellously enjoyable to exploit during moments like this.

‘I-Ihihi r-rahahan wihith the t-trohoholley!’

Google hummed, tracing the wrinkles in the centres of Blank’s scrunched soles.

‘Yes, and?’

Blank softly squealed and hid his face in his hands, his giggling becoming intermingled with soft squeaks and hiccups now; his replies were getting faster too.

‘I-I-Ihihi p-puhut stuhuhuff ihin the troholley wehe d-d-dihidn’t nehEED!’

Blank jumped and yelped when Google sneakily scratched the pad of one of his big toes, which spurred Google to softly trace over both his big toes as he purred evilly.

‘Mmmm, that was particularly cheeky of you….but what was the naughtiest thing you did, hmm?’

Blank’s face was screwed up and his eyes were squeezed shut as colour bloomed on his normally pale face, and his lips spread into a wide, embarrassed grin; the tickling was one thing, but making him talk amidst it all? That’s what made it true tickle torture for Blank.

‘IHI EHEMBARRASSED YOHOHOU!’

Blank was squealing and laughing his head off as Google took time and pleasure over scratching every single pad of every single one of Blank’s little, pale toes. This was the pinnacle of the punishment and Google was going to make sure the punishment wasn’t forgotten in a hurry.

‘Yes, you did. Despite knowing how much public displays of affection cause the human flustered emotion to rise within me, you partook in them with me anyway, for your own naughty amusement….’

Blank let out a shrill wail, tugging at his poor feet desperately as he became more and more teary eyed with every passing second.

‘IHIHI’M SAHARRY!’

Google hummed, casting his gaze over his precious, writhing boyfriend with tender amusement dancing in his eyes. He kept tickling his toes deftly as he leant towards him a tad, purring.

‘Sorry for what exactly?’

Google raised a brow amidst his query, and that teasiness on top of the tickling just brought Blank to his adorable limit.

‘EHEHEVERYTHIHING! AHAHALL OHOF IHIIIT!’

At Blank’s high-pitched wail, Google reasoned that Blank had received an adequate amount of punishment in relation to his cheekiness during their extended errand, so he had mercy. He efficiently released his boyfriend’s feet, and chuckled amusedly when Blank immediately set about bringing his legs close to his chest. Blank was giggling residually and embarrassedly into his knees, but peeked form his hiding spot when he felt a warmth settle on one of his hands.

‘Are you alright?’

Blank melted at the softness of Google’s voice, and looked to see that Google had placed one of his hands on one of his and was rubbing his knuckles tenderly. Blank wordlessly nodded with a bashful smile, and leant forward so he could kiss the android’s hand. Google chuckled fondly, and was about to suggest that make-out session that Blank had previously brought up….when they both suddenly heard a disgruntled gurgle come from the car’s cup-holders. They both looked, and Blank giggled when he saw Gooper lightly squirming.

‘Ohoops, dihidn’t see ya there bud…’

Blank giggled whilst Gooper gurgled once more, this time for a tad longer. Google hummed as he listened to the slightly drowsy creature, before smiling to his boyfriend in amusement.

‘It seems he is displeased at being so roughly awoken from his naptime, but he is happy to take your socks as compensation. He wants to snuggle them.’

Blank spluttered and let out a snort, before picking up his socks and softly tucking them into the cup-holders with Gooper, who purred in thanks before settling down in the new warmth to resume his nap. Meanwhile, the make-out session was put on hold….for the half an hour it took for them to get back home, deposit their purchases, and for Google to carry his cute, barefoot human to their privacy.

WOOOO DAY NUMBER 3 COMPLETE, LEMME KNOW IF YOU GUYS ENJOYED IT WOOO LYV YOUS XX

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zankivich · 5 years

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Neighbors: Shawn x Plus Size Reader Chapter 6

a/n: I really like this chapter. I like these characters being together. It makes me very happy. I’m soft I can’t help it. Let me know if you like. Reblogs are important. K bye.

*y/n pov*

“And then he said…’K. Have a nice day, honey’?!” You exclaimed. “Can you believe that shit?”

Stu looked at you after you’d recounted your whole entire night to him, and the look on his face was one of complete and utter satisfaction. He was grinning at you like the cat that ate the canary and you were absolutely not here for it.

“What hell are you grinning for?” You muttered.

“Oh nothing.” He sighed dramastically twirling around his dumb office chair. “I just seem to remember a conversation a couple months ago where I was very much was telling you that this was going to happen, and you were all like, ‘go fuck yourself Stu! It’s not gonna happen!”

You laughed and rolled your eyes kicking his chair playfully.

“I never said that. You were right. You’re always right. Now can we move on to the part where you tell me what the hell I do now?”

“Didn’t he ask to see you tonight?”

You nodded. “Yea, after work.”

“Well if I was you...I’d fuck his brains out before he leaves for New York. Make him think twice about those Victoria Secret models.”

“Stu, you can’t just go shoving your dick into everything. It’s not a full proof plan.”

“Don’t you think I know that? That’s why every now and again I bottom.” He smirked sending you both into fits of laughter.

So much for getting work done.

“The thing is though, like he is leaving soon like you said. Like he’ll be in New York, and then he’ll be in France, and then he’ll be in LA, and I’ll just be here you know?” You mumbled.

“That’s terrifying. I get it, I wouldn’t know what the hell to do if Bryan was gone that much, especially when we first started out. But, that communication shit you’re always harping on everyone else for, is gonna be super important now. It sounds like he’s super down to talk things through, but you have to meet him halfway, kiddo.”

He poked you gently in the arm, before rolling back over to his office to get work done leaving you to ponder things in confusion as always.

***

Shawn: Do you wanna keep me company while I pack?

Y/n: Will there be snacks?

Shawn: Of course

y/n: fine I’ll put on pants

Shawn: I’d rather you didn’t

You could only hope that in your expensive ass high rise toronto apartment, that the walls were thick enough to cover the squeals of a grown ass woman completely losing her shit.

y/n: okay

You ran desperately around your room throwing your granny panties to the hidden depths of your closet for something much more form fitting and lacy. You exchanged your t-shirt bra for the one with more lift and less coverage before sliding into one of your oversized t-shirts and running to the cute boy next door’s apartment. You thanked whatever deity had convinced you to shave and exfoliate that morning--something Shawn surely shouldn’t get used to in the deeper, colder months--as you knocked on his door.

He opened the door in a white saint laurent t-shirt and sweatpants and you wanted to kiss him silly, but he beat you to it.

“Hi.” He murmured already pulling you by your hips.

You found yourself humming contentedly as he licked inside of your mouth. His palms were large and warm digging into your sides and making you feel tingly all over. The only Shawn you had ever gotten was soft and fluffy and innocent. So, when his hands traveled to the hem of your t-shirt and quickly ran up the back of your thighs only to cup your ass in the much sexier underwear you had adorned, your hum turned into a full fledge moan that was only completely ridiculous. When he pulled away it was with the cockiest smirks you’d ever seen in your life. And maybe, just maybe you wanted to sit your face on it.

“You miss me?” He asked skimming his nose against yours.

His hands were still very much all over your body, and a seductive Shawn was as effective as all the other Shawns. Jesus.

You nodded slightly out of breath. “Little bit. Did you miss me?”

“Little bit.”

“Okay wise guy, I thought you needed help packing?”

“Not really. I just wanted to look at you while I did it.” He murmured tugging you along toward his bedroom.

You weren’t usually one to blush, but this man was testing your limits. Your face felt five degrees warmer than the rest of you, and you had a feeling it wasn’t going to get any better. Shawn let you sit smack in the middle of his king size bed, with a glass of white wine surrounded by ice cubes the way he knew you liked it, while also making decisions about what he should take with him to NYC and Paris.

“Where’s that shirt you wore when we went to pick up Chinese that one time. The one with the flowers?”

He pulled out a black, silk button up with flowers of hues of pinks, reds, and purples. You knew it was a good shirt because you could imagine yourself pulling it off of him.

“I love that shirt on you. It’s sexy.” You admitted.

He smiled bashfully, all sex and brimstone gone when you were complimenting him apparently.

“Really?”

“Yes, really. You look good, babe.”

That made Shawn pause. He was usually the one with the pet names, as he’d been calling you sweetheart since the first time you met. The closest you got to a pet name on the other hand, seemed to be affectionately calling him jackass. But, it had rolled off the tongue simply this time. You wanted him to feel good, wanted him to know how you felt about him.

“Babe?” He asked coming closer to slide the shirt into his suitcase.

He leaned onto the bed with one of his knees eyes trailing across your face like he was taking in your every atom. Instead of making you feel watched, and uncomfortable like you tended to; it made you feel seen, wanted, cared for. You weren’t used to feeling so full around someone, and maybe that’s why it had come so naturally for you.

“Y--Yea.” You mumbled eyes falling to the condensation on your wine glass. “Is that okay?”

You felt the bed shift as he crawled in after you. Fingers capturing your glass and moving it off to the side so that it wouldn’t spill, he nuzzled his face all warm and soft into your neck.

“I love it.” He whispered. “It’s so much more than okay.”

You let your fingers slide up into his curls scratching softly at his scalp. Suddenly packing seemed immensely insignificant and not just because it meant he’d be leaving you soon. Someone had to have an ounce of control.

“You’ve got packing to do.” You protested weakly as his eyes were zeroed in on your lips.

“Fuck packing.”

His hips were warm and they grounded you to the bed in a way that had your legs falling open to let him slide between. His tongue was searching deep in your mouth, teeth scraping at your bottom lip just slightly enough to hurt. It felt so fucking good. The way his hands mapped your body with rough fingertips and gentle touches. The way he reached for your thigh and squeezed pulling it up around his hip. The way his breathing got labored and uneven just like yours. The way his passion was easily matching yours, always.

His lips attached themselves to the most sensitive part of your neck right below your ear, while his fingers tugged at your t-shirt.

“I wanna make you feel good.” He mumbled. “Can I?”

You were flustered and warm and you just wanted him to keep pushing down with his hips.

“You already do.” You whined.

You felt his teeth against your neck as he smiled and it had your insides turning molten.

“Not like that. I wanna make you feel good right now. I wanna make you cum.”

Holy shit.

“Yes. Yes--now, please.”

From then on time seems to become more elusive. His hands on your body feel like they’ve been there simultaneously for seconds and for years. When his fingers enter you and his tongue is doing things you could never have prepared for, your entire body is at a loss. There’s nothing to hold onto, there’s nothing to ground you when he’s making your body feel like it might explode at any moment. At some point his suitcase ends up tumbling off of the bed, but you’re moaning so loud who the fuck has time to check on it?

His arm muscles were tensed as he plunged deep into your being. His curls flapped in his eyes with every push of his hand and he had this look on his face like you were the sexiest fucking thing he’d ever seen. That with the fact that he seemed to have located your g-spot like it was a magnet had you tumbling straight into an orgasm that pulsed hard and hot from your very core. Your thighs clenched down around his arm as you rode that wave and the next thing you saw was his flushed cheek leaning against your knee as he waited for you to come down enough to give his hand back.

“Damn your thighs are strong as hell.” He chuckled as his fingers finally slid out.

You watched with labored breath as his fingertips still glistening with your juices left a shiny trail along your stomach before he slid his middle finger into his mouth. That may have been the point when you collapsed but who was keeping score?

“Thick thighs save lives, or crush hands, haven’t you heard?”

He straddled your body looking down at you inquisitively as you struggled to keep it together. Looking at him was a fucking vision, and it was so easy to get lost in his eyes and in his being when he was looking at you like he’d already done the same. Shawn, as confusing at he was, always felt so open to you, like he’d tell you anything in the world if you asked him to. And that openness made you feel so close to him in that moment of intimacy because there he was offering you pleasure and care and tenderness in a way you’d never received before. It was overwhelming. It wasn’t about the orgasm at all either, it was about his willingness to make you happy above all things. He had you falling so fucking hard you didn’t know what you’d do when you hit the ground.

“Was it good?” He asked smiling at you dopely, all the fire and sex turned to actual puppiness.

You giggled letting your hands settle on his thighs on either side of you.

“Yes, Shawn. You did real good.”

Your eyes trailed along his body noticing the hard on that was tenting his sweats. He made no move to take care of it, seeming quite content to stare at you as long as you’d let him. You reached with tired fingertips to tug at the edge of the sweatpants, more than ready to give him a similar sentiment only for him to gently nudge you back to lying flat on the bed. His fingers intertwined with yours and he kissed softly at your mouth.

“I don’t want you to repay the favor. I want tonight to be about you. Wanna remember you just like this while I’m away.” He whispered.

It’s a wild experience to know that he was putting your pleasure before his own just by giving your body such attention first. For him to then make it so blatant and obvious that there were zero expectations for you, that you feeling good was enough for him, was all that he wanted? That was going to take a little longer to process. But you wanted to give him something, felt good about sharing yourself with him in the way that Stu had hinted at days prior. Communication. A novel concept.

“Shawn?” You murmured as tugged his comforter over your bodies and allowed you to settle on his chest.

“Yea, honey?”

“I was thinking we could talk about...about you going away for awhile. And maybe what the expectations are for each other?”

Your head nestled into his chest allowing you to hear his heart beat and it didn’t change at all in rhythm because unlike you, feelings talk was like mother’s milk to him. His fingers were in your hair playing absently with the strands as if you weren’t asking him major questions and you found it immensely distracting.

“I’m so glad you’re asking me about that.” He chuckled

“You are?” You asked propping yourself up on his chest to make eye contact with him.

Eye contact is an important part of communication. You were sure you’d read that in a book once.

“Of course. I don’t want to flail through this. I’d much rather us have open and honest communication with each other.”

You nodded very much feeling like all you knew how to do in life was flail.

“Right, uh…”

His fingers nipped at your chin. “You’re very cute when you’re flustered. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you unsure before.”

“I like to be in control.” You admitted softly. “You are very new territory for me.”

“I don’t know, I kinda like that. Just tell me what you want, honey.”

As if it was just that easy.

You breathed deeply. “I… I want you. I like you very much, and I guess I’d like to know that while you’re away I wouldn’t be seeing other people, and that you wouldn’t either.”

“Hmmm...So you wanna like date me huh?” He asked a grin appearing on his lips.

You rolled your eyes.

“Well duh.”

“A few days ago you thought I wanted to be fuck buddies, I don’t think we should assume anything.” He chuckled. “It’s okay though, I wanna date you too.”

“You do?”

“Very much so.”

“So we’re like...doing this then?” You mused a smile coming to your face that Shawn seemed to think as cute as all hell.

“Exclusive Monogamy. The whole shebang. Could be fun right?”

Who the fuck would’ve thought that when you went drunkenly knocking on doors like a jackass you’d end up dating your neighbor. It felt like John Hughes had graduated from high school telling of age stories and was hell bent on taking over your life. But when Shawn held your face and kissed your forehead, it was impossible to not give into. Even if it were all to fall apart the next day you were in it, and you were okay with that.

***

He asked you to drive him to the airport. It seemed like something you just might have to get used to, but the first time was a hell of a ride. His flight left at eight, and he usually worked out at seven, so you were woken up at the crack ass of dawn, or five, for him to continue his daily routine. It was weird to watch him pack up his stuff knowing that he was leaving, knowing this thing between the two of you was new and fresh and vulnerable. It made the thought of him leaving all the more terrifying.

“You don’t have to wait if you don’t want to.” He explained as you parked the car. “We haven’t talked about public protocol at all, and there’s probably people who will take pictures, whether fan or pap”

That had been why you hadn’t gone to New York after all hadn’t it? The fear of the whole world seeing and analyzing your every move without your knowledge, when that was never something you’d really wanted to begin with. But, if you were in this thing with him, and you knew in your heart of hearts that you were all in, then it wasn’t really a matter of if, but when. With all the kindness and dorkiness and beauty that Shawn was coming with, this would come to. If you were all in, you had to be entirely in.

“Would you like me to come inside with you?”

He smiled softly. “Of course I would, but don’t let that influence your decision.”

You simply turned the car off and looked at him expectantly until he chuckled adorably and reached for his backpack.

“Fine. Guess we’re going public. I’m sure that I’m gonna hear from Andrew about this.”

You grabbed one of his bags out of the trunk and stuck your tongue out at him when he offered to carry it himself.

“Maybe you should focus less on what I’m carrying and make sure you have your passport.” You joked referencing the last time he’d left and his parents had had to drop it off to him.

“Wow, babe you’re so funny.” He deadpanned.

You made dumb faces at each other as you walked into the airport completely in a blissful state. It wasn’t until you made your way towards the waiting area and there was a gaggle of fans waiting patiently in a circle for him that the severity of it all sort of hit you. You were suddenly much more aware of your simple leggings and sweatshirt, and because you were truly a narcissist you could already feel them staring at you. (They were definitely staring at Shawn)

“You can wait here.” He offered softly tapping comfortingly at your hip.

He met them where they were at quickly taking every selfie and hug that was offered to him while you sat quietly watching from afar. It was kind of sweet to watch him in his element. He was warm and gentle with them the way that he was with everybody. You knew he’d woken up at five after staying up with you until one, but it didn’t seem to make a big of difference to him. No matter how tired or rushed or jetlagged, it really didn’t matter, which situated it all differently for you in your mind. It made them--the fans--seem a little less intimidating if the bond that they had was that genuine. If he wasn’t afraid of them, it made it kind of hard for you to be.

When they made the call for his flight, and the fans had for the most part cleared out, he sent you a smile so shy and wholesome you couldn’t decide if you wanted to throttle him or kiss him.

“What?” You murmured smiling back him.

“I wanna hug and kiss you goodbye.”

“Okay, so why don’t you?”

“People will take photos and sell them.” He shrugged. “I don’t want your life to change because of me.”

You nodded looking down at the ground where your dirty sneakers met his fancy boots. It was very easy to believe that it didn’t make sense, the two of you, as there was a world of ugliness waiting to fuck it up. But, the truth of it was you were just a girl from Toronto who liked a boy from Pickering. Everything else could wait.

“Well maybe...maybe we could be sneaky?”

“Yea? How do you suppose we do that?”

You moved quickly throwing your arms around his neck and squeezing with all your might. You were gonna miss this jackass, your jackass, and he needed to know what he was leaving behind. That there was someone who care so deeply for him that they were clearly acting against their better judgement.

“I’m gonna fucking miss you.” You whispered into his neck holding your bodies together fiercely.

His arms wrapped tightly around your waist like he might not ever let go, and you were more than willing to stand there all day.

“I’m gonna miss you too. But I--I’ll call. And I’ll text. And I’ll send you snapchats of my dumb face at all hours of the day. And maybe it’ll be like I never left.”

“Yea. Maybe.”

You both knew that wasn’t the case.

You don’t kiss him, but you settle your hand underneath the back of his t-shirt so that you can feel the warmth of his flesh, and he does the same for you, and you wonder if maybe it will be enough. But, something in you knows that it won’t. That it’ll be just as lonely as if you’d never touched at all.

And when you leave him there and climb back into your car where his smell still lingers and his coffee cup sits in the cupholder, it hits you that maybe you care more than you originally thought because the pain that’s in your chest is too deep and too real to be a fling. This scares the shit out of you. You weren’t prepared to care as much as you do. You weren’t prepared to like him as much as you do. And you weren’t prepared to be hurt by that. But here you fucking are.

****

Shawn has flowers delivered every single day that he’s gone. It’s wild because he had to have known that you were actively the girl who would complain about flowers being cheesy and corny while simultaneously absolutely wanting them. That’s at least seven layers of bullshit for him to read through. Cute.

It was also wild because by the end of the first week that Shawn had been gone your apartment was starting to look like a flower shop...or a funeral.

“Shawn the door man thinks that I’ve had a death in the family! I can’t keep coming home to a different bouquet every day of the week no matter how beautiful they are. I’m running out of room.”

Shawn was unbothered by this.

“But they’re really pretty.” He whined. “And I’ve already paid for two weeks of them. Have the sunflowers come in yet?”

That they had. The first several days had roses. All kinds of beautiful roses. Red ones, white ones, pink, and this gorgeous yellow color. Today you had arrived at your apartment building to a vase almost bigger than your body filled with long stemmed sunflowers. The fun fact, which you were almost positive you’d never told Shawn before, was that sunflowers were your favorite flowers in all of existence.

“One, how the fuck did you know I like sunflowers? And two, where the fuck are you getting them in the middle of November?”

“One time when you were drunk, you told me about this dream you had of walking through a field of sunflowers in a sunflower dress eating sunflower seeds, which seemed like it might upset the sunflowers a little but….I don't know I just remembered I guess.” He shrugged at you from some hotel room. “Also, I don’t know where they come from; I just paid for them.”

You scrunched up your nose at him. That definitely sounded like the dumbass shit that came out of your mouth.

“That’s really sweet. And kinda hot.”

“Good. Everything I aspire to be. Now can I show you something?”

You sighed dramatically. “I suppose.”

You watched his face leave the camera as he switched it around to show his nightstand. And right there was the candle lit up with its brilliant hue. That had been your gift to him when he’d left. After he’d crawled out of bed at five am like the devil he was, you thought the best you could do was offer him a bagel and a going away present. When he’d come out of the shower to not find you in bed, he’d panicked only to find you on the couch with his mini breakfast. While you sat curled up in his arms sharing pieces of toasted bread and cream cheese, his fucking curls tickling your neck you had pulled a lavender candle from behind your back to give him. He’d then spent the twenty minutes after that saying thank you with breathy kisses while he fingered you to climax right there on his couch. It was definitely the best gift you’d ever given.

“What do you think?” He asked. “It actually kinda smells like your shampoo.”

You smiled like an idiot. “Can’t believe you’d even wanna smell me while you’re away. I’m sure I don’t smell that good.”

He flipped the camera back around so that your eye could lock through the tiny cameras on your phones.

“You smell like home. It’s all I wanna smell.” He assured you.

You bit your lip and looked down into your lap as if it might contain the answer to all of the world’s problems, like how to contain yourself when the guy you’re dating says the wild beautiful shit to you. Instead you were just left flustered like the soft, idiot this man turned you into.

“I...I miss you.” You winced. “I didn’t know I could miss someone this much.”

“Yea . . . me too. I miss you too, honey.” He sighed before trying to smile reassuringly. “How’s your new project going at work though? That dickhead Daniela still giving you problems?”

His attempt to distract you worked and before you knew it you were off and running complaining about the office, and telling him all about Stu and your’s lunch time glare sessions with Daniela, the office bitch. He had the audacity on top of all that to laugh and smile and chime in like he actually cared about your day. That was the thing about Shawn though, there could be a million people in the room and he’d still find a way to make you feel like no one else but you existed.

“How’s France?” You asked because just like Shawn cared, so did you.

He shrugged rolling over on his bed. “I’m not gonna be here long enough to see anything. We got in pretty late and then the show is tomorrow. I do press, I get dressed for the show, and then right after I’m on a plane back to LA.”

“Bummer. It kinda sucks you don’t get to enjoy the cultures you’re in.”

“Yea, but I try not to complain too much. France is absolutely beautiful. The people here are beautiful too. I wanna take you but I’m afraid you’d leave me if you saw how gorgeous everyone is.”

You snorted at his joke and he smiled, like he always did, when he made you laugh.

“I think that I’m perfectly happy with what I’ve got thank you. What time is it there anyway?”

He tapped at the screen clunkily obscuring your view of his face for a second.

“It is...three twenty-seven.”

You raised a delicate eyebrow. “In the afternoon?”

“No silly, in the morning.”

“A.m? It is three in the fucking morning and you’re sitting here talking to me? Why?!”

His head was on a hotel pillow and he looked soft and cuddly and so fucking warm. It was sickening.

“Because I miss you. And I . . . I don’t wanna sleep if I could be talking to you instead.”

And so that was kind of how it went.

He called when he could, but most of it was just texting throughout the day when either of you had time. Sometimes he would send you snapchats of behind the scenes makeup touches for interviews, or him playing a new song in the back of some room you could never decipher. It definitely sucked every night you went to fall asleep and he wasn’t forcing his mammoth body into your side of the bed. And you really, really missed--though you would never in a million years tell him--when you felt the bed shift knowing he was crawling out to go to the gym. More than anything you missed when he would climb back into bed fresh out of the shower, wet curls snuggling into your neck, and the smell of his body wash in your nose. You missed the way he lit up the room when he was around. You missed his very essence truthfully. And you find that is never really gets easier, you just get sort of used to the pain of him being away--sort of like when you’ve been hungry long enough that you begin to ignore the rumbles. It’s still there, maybe you’re just better at ignoring it.

***

It is four in the morning. Nothing could explain why the hell your phone was going off at this ungodly hour. You keep your eyes closed barely able to grab hold of the demonic device to answer this dumbass call from this dumbass individual, whoever they may be.

“Yo...what the fuck.” You groaned across the line. “Is this is a collect call? If this is a collect call, I’m fighting someone.”

“H--hey babe. Did I wake you?”

Wow.

“Shawn.... I’m breaking up with you.”

“I know, I know, I’m the worst human being alive! I’m so sorry for waking you up.” He whimpered.

“All of that is true.”

“But hear me out,” He continued. “I’m kind of outside your door right now.”

Your eyes opened into the dead of night as his words had endorphins appearing out of nowhere in your veins.

“Are you fucking with me? If you’re fucking with me, I will cut your dick off.”

He chuckled softly. “Come see, baby. Or did you wanna go back to sleep instead?”

You were out of bed before your body had even registered that it was awake. You were sure that he could hear you running through your apartment like a crazy woman to get to him. Unlocking the door with shaking fingers, you yanked at the door knob to see six feet of Canadian fluff at your door. He had on these hideous plaid sweats and a hoodie. His hair was tied back with his headband, and his backpack and bag were still with him. He hadn’t even stopped at his apartment. He’d made his way back just for you.

Before you know it you’re in his arms, and he’s holding you so close it makes you feel whole again. His chest in warm and his fingers slide under your shirt to rub soothingly at your back. A part of you thinks you could cry if your body could function enough to work properly. You hadn’t even known how badly you missed him until he was actually in front of you again.

“What are you doing here?” You croaked, face hidden in his chest. “You weren’t supposed to be home until tomorrow.”

“There was an earlier flight out, so we took it. It meant people go to be home with their families for American Thanksgiving and I got to come home to you.” He whispered as he tightened his fingers in your hair. “I missed you.”

Who knows how long you stood in the middle of the hallway with no pants on hugging him like he’d been off at war. Maybe you were a little sappier than one might like to admit. But, it’d been a really long time dammit.

You asked him if he’d come sleep in your bed, and he happily obliged, missing the warmth that he brought to the covers. You wrapped yourself around him like a plus-size koala bear in desperate need of affection. From the outside it probably look like the most ridiculous shit ever. All you knew was that Shawn was back and your first instinct was to attempt to crawl into his being. And he had the nerve to let you.

“I think you gotta quit being a superstar now.” You mumbled into his neck.

He laughed and the sound vibrated in his chest having you snuggling even closer.

“You could always quit marketing and come on the road with me. We could make you a roadie or something.”

“Okay, cool, so neither of us are quitting our jobs.” you said dryly.

He laughed again. You never wanted him to stop.

It was still after four in the morning, so once the shock of Shawn’s being back wore off you were very much ready to go back to sleep. Shawn was tracing shapes on your back and it was soothing you into a complete and total sense of serenity. Everything was turning fuzzy around the edges, sleep coming over you when another rumble came from his chest.

“Y/n?” He whispered.

Shawn was much more for pet names--more than anyone you’d ever met actually--so when he called your name it pulled you back.

“Hmmm?”

“Do you think that… Well, now that I’m home I wanted to spend some time with my family. I--I really miss them, ya know? And uh my dad and I were gonna go to the mall tomorrow and do christmas shopping and maybe see a movie. You know how I’ve been wanting to see bohemian rhapsody since I recorded that song right?”

He was rambling. Shawn tended to ramble when he was nervous.

“Shawn,” You sighed, eyes still closed. “You don’t need to worry about hanging out with your family. I understand, okay? I want you to be with them; don’t stress. Can we sleep now?”

“Well it’s just that...that’s not really all I had to say.”

“Okay?”

“I just was wondering if--if maybe you’d feel comfortable coming with us.”

That had your eyes bursting open with ease.

Holy Shit.

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