Shassie oneshots, i guess

Movie Night

Summary: Shawn loves watching movies at Lassiter's house, always at night. Usually, Shawn leaves once it's over to go back to his apartment. This night is different, however.

Notes: Had this idea for a while, lol. Enjoy!

Also, I've been falling behind and I think I might be getting slightly overwhelmed. I think I'll just go ahead an finish up to day 19 and call it quits. Sorry guys

Flufftober day 17: Only One Bed

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Lassiter sat on his couch facing the tv, one arm slung comfortably over Shawn's shoulders. A bowl of popcorn settled in his lap, considerably less full than it had been at least an hour ago. No thanks to the detective. He took a few nibbles of it here and there, but didn't risk any more. Too much salt would've been bad for his already questionable blood pressure (being a cop had its cons, not so surprisingly.

Shawn was nestled cozily next to Lassiter, all of his weight practically boring into his boyfriend's side – not that Lassiter was complaining, he liked the pressure. He had been taking huge handfuls of popcorn and shoving them in his mouth every five minutes.

Currently, the movie playing was Back To the Future, at Shawn's insistence. They had just gotten to the scene where Marty had to play the guitar part for the song 'Earth Angel' so his parents would get together. At first Lassiter had objected to the movie. But after a good fifteen minutes of disagreement, he caved to Shawn's request.

Lassiter stealthily checked his watch to see what time it was. 12:52 a.m. It was getting pretty late. Normally they'd be done by now, but Shawn had come in later than normal — something about Gus, Lassiter couldn't remember — and had taken forever to pick the movie that they had bickered over.

He wasn't sure why, but Lassiter didn't feel like it was right to just send Shawn off so late in the night. Which was weird, considering they were both grown-ass men. But he couldn't shake the feeling. Maybe he just wanted him to stay the night.

But that would be a big step in their relationship. A step that Lassiter was most certainly ready for, but he didn't know if Shawn was as well. The psychic was unpredictable, jumping headfirst into some situations while hesitant about others.

It was something Lassiter noticed about Shawn. He could be so impulsive, throwing caution to the wind. And yet... so tentative when it came to something big or important.

So he did his best to be patient, keeping himself from trying to rush his boyfriend. It was difficult, but Lassiter was managing.

He was startled out of his thoughts when Shawn, without looking away from the screen, said "Hey, Carly."

Lassiter hummed in response.

"What's for breakfast tomorrow?"

Such a simple question. A simple question with so much meaning behind it. Breakfast meant waking up here, at his house. And that meant he would have to spend the night, at his house.

Lassiter could practically feel his heart beat faster. He wanted to stay. Stay here and sleep here and wake up here and eat breakfast here.

He blinked, and answered, "Uhm... eggs. And toast."

"And coffee?"

"...Yeah, I'll brew a pot."

"Cool." Shawn snuggled deeper into Lassiter's side, if that was possible.

Silence, save for the sound of squealing tires and a roaring engine coming from the TV as Marty gunned it down the road. Then-

"I don't have a guest bed."

A big grin on Shawn's face grew instantly. "Ooo, so there's only one bed."

Lassiter rolled his eyes, even though he knew Shawn would see it. "Well I might just make you sleep on the couch-"

"You wouldn't!"

"Do you want to find out?"

Shawn mock-grumbled. "Noooo."

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It was definitely well past midnight now, and Shawn and Lassiter were both cuddled up under the sheets of the king-sized bed. The detective had offered a pair of his pajamas to his boyfriend and was immediately taken up on it.

Shawn himself was out cold, passing out almost the second his head hit the pillow.

Lassiter was still awake. It took a lot longer for him to actually fall asleep. He had no idea how Shawn had done it. If he was in a different bed than he was used to, it would've taken him at least an hour to simply familiarize himself with the new setup.

Looking over at the fast asleep Shawn, Lassiter took in the vision of him wearing plaid flannel pajamas. His pajamas. And he didn't mind. In fact, he loved how Shawn looked wearing them, all cozy and the like.

Quietly, Lassiter turned over, allowing himself to be the little spoon, and fell asleep, the feeling of Shawn's arms wrapped around him comforting him.

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Notes: suuuuper duper short this time, but it's whatever. Next one shall be longer, I promise <3