#assorted verse blubs

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talking about starting a family together for the first time🥺

Went a little off beat here, but I think you’ll appreciate where I took this…

“So, are you ready to hold her, auntie?” Didi questions, a tired yet content smile on her face.

“Beyond ready,” you nod, sliding the tiny bundle out of her arms.

“Oh Dee, Natalia is perfect. You two did good,” you whisper, looking down at the baby. She blinks, bright blueish green eyes looking at you owlishly wiggling slightly in the blanket to get comfortable.

“I can’t tell you how much it means that you’re here,” Didi says, watching you. “We want you to be her godmother. I’m going to ask the tall one when he gets here to be the godfather.”

You try not to cry, but you’ve got your niece in your arms and your best friend just asked you to be her godmother. “I wouldn’t be anywhere else but here, you know that. I’d be honored,” you reply, leaning down to dust a kiss to the baby’s head. “Even more legit standing to spoil her rotten. He should be here soon though; flight was supposed to land at 6.”

Neither of you noticed or heard Shawn come in, but he stands leaning against the doorframe into Didi’s room watching the scene in front of him. There’s something pulling at his gut watching you with the little girl in your arms.

“A sight yeah?” Tomas asks, leaning on the opposite side of the door from Shawn, a tray of drinks from the cafeteria in his hand.

“Yeah, seriously. Congrats though man, heard she’s a beauty already and Dee was a champ through it,” he says, hugging Tomas.

“She’s got whatever she wants for the rest of eternity after 14 hours in labor,” Tomas answers. “Little one too, she’s got me wrapped around her finger already. Come on, you need to meet her.”

“Found this one so I figure he should be in here too,” Tomas jokes, placing the tray in front of Didi before sliding down to sit next to her on the bed.

“I’m not sharing yet,” you murmur as Shawn puts an arm around your waist and kisses your shoulder. “Meet your niece, Natalia Rose.”

“Hi sweetie,” he whispers, back of his finger running down her tiny cheek. “She’s all you Didi. Gonna be a stunner.”

“Charming me even while I’m in a hospital bed only a couple hours removed from labor,” Didi quips. “We’d like you to be her godfather, Shawn. She’s already agreed to be her godmother. We wouldn’t trust her with anyone other than you two.”

“I’d love to,” he replies, eyes not off the little girl in your arms.

“I guess I should share,” you jokingly roll your eyes. “Ready for her?”

He nods as you slip her from your arms easily into his. She looks even tinier in his hold. The baby starts to stretch bordering on almost a fuss, but he starts rocking her. “Shhh Natalia, it’s ok. Uncle Shawn’s got you,” he says quietly. Then you hear oh so quietly the singing under his breath to her. Your heart melts at that moment.

Sitting down on the other side of Didi, you sniff a little. “You realize you have full rights to ask for him to record you lullabies now if she’s already swooning at his singing? Aside from the godfather card.”

“Already planning on it,” Didi agrees, leaning her head against your shoulder. “He looks good holding her.”

“I know, Dee. I know. It’s…” you start. “Yeah.”

“You’ll get there. I know you will and when you do, it’s going to be amazing. Just look at him with her,” she responds. “Plus, you’ll have me every step of the way to pester and whine to.”

You side hug her as best as you can.

“I think someone’s hungry,” he chimes in, walking over to the bed. “She’s making pouty sucky faces at me.”

“We’ll let you be with her, back in the morning I promise,” you say, kissing the baby’s nose lightly while she’s still in Shawn’s hold. “We’ll bring real breakfast.”

Shawn leans down, sliding the baby into Didi’s arms, kissing Didi’s forehead before repeating it on the Natalia’s head.

“Bless you,” Didi sighs. “Doc’s coming at 8, lactation specialist at 8:30 so anytime after 9. Bring good decaf please!”

“So,” Shawn starts, pulling you close once you’re settled into bed at the hotel you’ve been posted up at the last 2 days. “Am I allowed to say you looked really good holding Natalia? Like sock me in the gut holy shit she’s going to be the mother of my children good?”

You flush, burying your face into his chest. “I could say the same thing, especially you singing to her. I may have cried a little into Dee’s shoulder at that.”

“I know it’s been a while since we talked about this, but maybe, we should revisit?” he asks carefully, his hand running through the ends of your hair. “Think about timing, you going off the pill? I know it could take a bit after that.”

“Maybe after tour?” you reply. “You’ll be done for a bit. Around. I can go to the doc just before you wrap. Then we see how it goes?”

“I’m going to be there, through everything. Every doctor’s appointment, every random craving,” he states strongly, pulling you tighter to him. “That’s a promise and a non-negotiable. The team knows this. Me and you always, remember? We’ll shift things around, you and when it happens, our little one, are always going to be my priority. Just like you have been now, pretty girl, except this time we’ll just be adding a little one into the plans. I love you, sweetheart, so much. I cannot wait to start a family with you, whenever it happens.”

“I love you too, Shawn,” you respond, stretching up to kiss him.

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i pretty positive you haven’t mentioned this in any of your pieces yet and i love hearing about these moments, so when/what were the moments that shawn and the reader realized they were in love?

I talked a little bit about that ‘falling’ moment, like the whole ok this is something lightbulb on for each of them in Sharing A Look Into Life. 

But the real and true moment of yeah this is love? 

Shawn realizes it when he’s finishing up the last leg of his tour after they first got together. It’s in the little things, working schedules and time difference to FaceTime when he’s done with shows, finding cards she hid in his luggage and guitar case, the silly memes they toss back and forth over text, the errant FedEx package that shows up from her in his dressing room backstage at a show with random nonsense just to make him smile. She understands what music, touring, this whole whirlwind that he’s so intrenched in means to him and how she’s trying to be less scared of the whole *Rockstar* thing. He knows how crazy her own job can get, but she makes a real effort to make him, make THEM a priority and feel just as important. That they’re really in this together. There’s some heavy I miss you moments during this swing, but it’s never in that pick me or pick this it can’t be both type tone. It’s the first time he’s ever felt this deeper pull in that. He knew straight off that very first night he met her in Tristian’s apartment that she was something, but it was during this time on the road without her that he realizes she’s actually everything. 

For her, it’s a touch after he does, after he gets back home. She’s been on a deadline that just sunk her into oblivion and one night when he asked about seeing her, as much as she desperately wanted to go lose herself in his bed, in his place and him, she was of no use to herself let alone him especially when she wasn’t going to get home from the office until after midnight. She pouts her entire way back to her place well after she talks to him on the phone saying she really couldn’t and when she keys her way in at almost 1a, she notices something was up. Her place was definitely not how she left it, which was sadly neglected. It smells like her favorite candles. It was clean and tidied up, mail in a pile on her entrance table, a restocked fridge and pantry, cut flowers on the breakfast bar and the coffee table, a new knit blanket she was eyeing from Pottery Barn across the back of the couch. He has a key, so she thinks it’s sweet he came (or had some help) to make home feel like home again. She doesn’t notice a note or anything and at that point she just wants to fall into bed before cycling back into the last stretch of this deadline. However, when she gets to her bedroom to change, she gets an even bigger surprise: Shawn curled up asleep in what seems to be fresh sheets and a post it on her pillow. 

You sounded like you needed me tonight, even if you thought you didn’t or couldn’t ask for it. You can, baby. Always. I’m here for you, however and whenever you need. If I’m asleep, which let’s be real I probably will be as I’m a wuss after tour when it comes to staying awake and not sleeping at the drop of a hat you know, please wake me up so I can kiss you goodnight properly and cuddle you to sleep pretty girl <3

She never thought it would be like this, as she strips down quickly and sinks into the sheets, but she’s hit with the sense that she’s finally, really and truly, found her person. 

You may possibly see the whole actual I love you moment at a later date ;)

[kerwritesthings]

ok but imagine shawn braiding your hair when u don’t feel good 😭

Talk about timing on this - may be slightly self serving as I’m currently battling some awful nasty that’s taking residence in my system. 

What you thought started out as just being overly tired and a scratchy throat from talking too much in too many meetings, became a full-blown late winter mess despite all your efforts to keep the crud at bay. You hole yourself up in the guest room, not wanting to spread this more than possible. You could work from home, take sick days if you had to. The last thing you want is to give any of this to your man. However, he has other plans. All Shawn wants to do is take care of you, the way you take care of him when he’s sick. The difference is, you can deal with the fallout if you get sick. He has obligations that require him to not be.

Please let me come in. I know how you get when you’re feeling shitty, baby. Just for a few minutes to cuddle you. I’ll wear one of those stupid face masks you bought the last time you were sick if it would make you feel better, or make you laugh. Combo of both? ;) Maybe I can find those scrubs I wore that one Halloween too…

“This boy I swear,” you roll your eyes and say out loud to the empty room you’re in.

I should send you to your parents for the rest of the week. You’ve got London in like what, 10 days? You cannot be ill for that. Andrew will kill me. Then the label people. Then Andrew again. Maybe the studio folks too. Don’t make me text your Mom.

You hear him laugh from down the hall.

You realize I can sick her on you too you know, she’d be the first one telling you to let me take care of you. And they wouldn’t kill you, I wouldn’t allow that to happen you know that. Kind of love you too much <3

“This mush I swear,” you mutter under your breath. 

He knocks at the door, “Baby, I’m coming in.”

“I don’t wanna get you sick,” you whine, burying yourself further down in the stolen sweatshirt of his. “Go ‘way.”

“Come on sweetheart,” he says softly, lifting you up into his arms. “Shower’s running nice and warm, I’ve got the shower bomb set out, the eucalyptus wash and a new one of those sea sponges you only like to use when you’re sick. New pajamas, some of my stuff even that I know you’ll want to cozy down in. While you’re in there I’ll make some of that citrus defender tea with extra honey and lemon. Dig out the NyQuil. Change the sheets, even spray everything down with that new less toxic smelling Lysol you ordered off Amazon.”

“I can’t get you sick, you should go…” you begin before he cuts you off.

“None of that bullshit,” he replies, kissing your forehead. “You’d do this for me without a second thought, and you have, so many times. In sickness and in health remember? Oh yeah, you want us to have non-traditional vows, but same still applies, ok? Also, I’m taking your temp before you get in that water. Your forehead feels warmer than normal.”

You grumble as he places you down on the counter before rooting around for the thermometer. Once he’s found it, along with the rubbing alcohol and a cotton round, he sticks it in your ear while making funny faces at you waiting for the timer to beep off. You try your best to pout and frown at him but after one ridiculous face you didn’t expect, you can’t help but chuckle.

“There’s my girl,” he replies, kissing your forehead again as the thermometer chimes. “100.2, so a little one since I know you always run a little cooler than normal. NyQuil will help.”

He slides you off the counter and despite you trying to fight it, he pulls you into his chest. “I just want to help you feel better, that’s all, ok? Take your time in the shower, turn down the temp if it gets to be too warm and you start to feel foggy. I’ll leave the door open, so yell for me if you need.”

You nod against his sternum before pulling back. “‘M sorry I’m a cranky bitch when I’m sick,” you sigh.

“I’m probably twenty-eight times worse,” he quips, nudging you towards the shower.

After a good steam, soak and scrub, you’re starting to feel a bit more human, at least in the fact you can somewhat breathe better than you were before. Changing into the baseball tee and pajama pants he left you, you comb your hair out before spraying some product in and wrapping it up in a towel. He’s left you a purple post-it stuck to the bathroom mirror with a scribbled stick figures hugging, a smiley face and a heart. You can’t help but smile as you pull it down from the glass and slide it into the drawer with your makeup bag for safe keeping.

You wander back into the guest room where you find him in the last steps of remaking the bed. There’s a massive mug of steaming tea, a new box of tissues and a fresh bottle of water on the side table along with what looks to be a small, shallow bowl with pills and vitamins. At the foot of the bed is the soft cable-knit grey sweater he was wearing before, knowing you’d probably want to steal it from him.

“Hey, there she is. Color’s better. How are you feeling?” he asks, rounding to the doorway where you’re hovering.

“A step up from garbage maybe?” you reply, flopping cross-legged onto the bed.

“Tea, NyQuil, the plethora of vitamins, Emergen-C and herbal things you like to take when you’re not feeling you. Take all those, then let’s get you out of this towel and tucked in, ok?” he says, handing you the mug and the little bowl before sliding behind you on the bed.

Once you’ve drained a good deal of the tea and put the mug back down, he’s winding your hair our of the towel and tossing it around his shoulders.

“What are you up to there, Shawn?” you question, his hands winding through your damp strands.

“Lemme braid this for you?” he responds, massaging against the base of your skull lightly with his thumbs. “Your crazy pineapple bun is going to pull too much if your sinuses are driving you crazy, and I know you you’re still going to want it out of your face. Mum taught me one summer when Aaliyah was little, since she wouldn’t stop bouncing around me wanting to play hair salon or Barbies or Barbie hair salon maybe. But whatever, I still learned how. Nothing fancy, nothing more than a basic braid.”

You nod, sliding the hair tie off your wrist and placing it on his knee behind you. He was careful, combing out pieces with his fingers to make sure there weren’t any tangles before separating them into three sections. He takes his time, not pulling too hard but making sure there’s enough tension to keep the braid together. He hums something, it sounds familiar enough, but you can’t place it. It’s soothing, the combination of his hands in your hair and the warm reverb of his voice. Your eyes start to slip closed.

“Think this should do it,” he murmurs as he twists the end up with the black tie. “Come on pretty girl, time to get you settled in. Bet that NyQuil is just about to knock you out.”He shifts you so he can get you tucked under the fresh sheets. “There we go, snug as a bug in a rug. You just sleep, ok? Thank you for letting me help, sweetheart. I love you. I just want to make sure you’re taken care of. I don’t like not being able to help you.”

“No sleeping here for you. Too risky. Despite cuddles being good medicine. Go disinfect yourself,” you whisper, half asleep. “And thank you for being here, taking care of my cranky self. I love you too, Shawn. Lots and lots.”

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a little blurb about the reader teasing shawn about how he sleeps with socks on🥺 this is for some reason so cute to me

There’s a whole bunch of super soft pairs of his socks that he tosses into the laundry basket for the load you’re about to do. 

“You realize I’m throwing this in now, you’re not going to have any of these for tonight, right?” you tease, shifting items from the basket into the open drum of the machine. “I’ll shift everything over into the dryer before we head to bed.” 

Shawn hops up onto the dryer and pouts, full puppy dog eyes and jutting lip. 

“It’s not going to kill you not to have these for one night you know. You’re a human radiator anyway,” you say, shaking out a few last items before pouring in the soap. 

He just keeps looking over with the same pout. 

“I love you, really I do, so very much, but I’m not staying up for at least an extra 45 minutes if not longer if it’s not all totally dry so you can have your sleepy socks,” you pop up on your toes to kiss his chin before shutting the top of the washer. “You can if you’d like, but then you’re on fluff and fold duty. No just peeling out a pair and being done with it. The whole load. Or you can just not sleep with them for once.”

“I’m just going to steal your black and grey speckled ones then,” he hops down, hip bumping you before scurrying off towards the bedroom. 

“You most certainly are not Shawn Peter,” you call out, hot on his heels. “Your monster feet will stretch them and I’ll never be able to wear them again.”

“You’re being mean,” he replies leaning back against the dresser, pout back but with a slight tilt of one corner of his lips, a glimmer in his eyes this time.

“You’re being silly,” you retort, arms coming to rest on his shoulders as you press into him. “Do you really need socks? Can’t I help keep your toes warm and snuggly?”

He nods, pressing his nose against your temple. “’S one of my quirks, I guess. None of what I have clean will work for sleep. I won’t be able to crash out, I know it. So, socks please.”

You reach over to the other side of the dresser, the drawer he’s not leaning against and start to root through. His hand comes to hold your hip, thumb trailing back and forth gently. You think there may be something that could suffice, and more importantly not ruin your very favorite pair of fuzzy socks he wants to steal. You find a pair all the way at the back, just where you left them, or hid them to be more like it. You carefully shift them out and into his hand. 

“Wait a second, these are mine,” he recalls looking down at them, then at you, before tossing them over onto the bed.

“So, I may have stolen these from you one of the first nights I stayed over,” you blush. “And I may wear them on nights you’re not here to keep me warm. But not to bed, never to sleep. You know that’s such a no for me. Just, around the house.”

“Oh love,” he whispers, kissing you softly. 

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babysitting yalls niece/nephew together -sinplisticshawn

So, @sinplisticshawn - totally fitting that you sent this after I posted this one introducing their niece, Natalia. Was a fun, easy one to jump into. Hope you like it!!

“Dee, we’re going to be fine, really,” you say, bouncing Natalia in your arms, the girl giving you nothing but smiles. “See, look at that happy face.”

“Are you sure? Like really?” Didi asks nervously as she shrugs into her coat.

“Please go have dinner with your husband, we got this,” Shawn chimes in from behind you, making silly faces at your niece. “She’s good, we’re good. You guys go enjoy a dinner that doesn’t involved pureed green beans and those weird yogurt cereal puffs she’s obsessed with lately. It’s getting her in the bath and putting her down. I think we can easily handle that.”

“And by that, he means he can’t wait to sing her to sleep, you know that Dee. Go meet Tomas, have dinner, grab a drink. Let us have some time with Tali,” you say as the baby reaches for Shawn’s hair and babbles wildly as her hands sink into his curls.

“C’mere silly girl, let’s go figure out what to do while Mommy is out with Daddy,” he sing-songs to Natalia, taking her from your grasp. “Didi. I love you but get the h-e-l-l out of here.”

You pull Didi into a firm hug. “I get it, but you guys have not had a night out alone in ages. It’s dinner and a nightcap. You two deserve a kid free evening. And it’s us. You have nothing to worry about. We love her like blood, Dee.”

Didi sighs and shoulders slump, leaning more into your embrace. “I wouldn’t even be considering this if it wasn’t you two here, which thank you for giving up one of your nights in the city to do this.”

“Please, I’m glad we can do this for y’all. Not to mention it’s been too long since I’ve had some Natalia love. Now, go meet your husband. Have a spiked decaf espresso at the end of the night. Enjoy yourselves,” you explain, nudging her towards the door.

Once Didi is on her way, you wander back into their living room where you find Natalia perched on Shawn’s lap. He’s back to making silly faces and blowing raspberries at her. She’s got her eyes fixed to him, little hands against his cheeks, smiling and giggling like you’ve not heard her before.

“She is literally the happiest baby I’ve ever seen,” he replies between shifting faces as you sit next to them on the couch. “Every single time we’ve been around her. She must really like us, eh?”

“Don’t jinx it,” you chide, poking Natalia’s tummy. “You ready to get bubbly little girl?”

She leans over from his grasp to kiss your nose, “I’ll take that as a yes then. I’ll go get the bath all set up, Dee left us the Blooming Bath so we can just use the kitchen sink, don’t have to go through the whole production of the bath setup that Tomas loves using with her. Gimme 10 then bring her in.”

You kiss the baby’s head then his before skirting off to Natalia’s room and the bathroom to get all you’ll need. It was easy to set up the bath, the petal keeping a perfect space to hold her in place while turning the kitchen sink into an adorable little bathtub. Using the sleepytime bath that Didi has said helps Natalia at night, you get the water set, bubbles and tiny little duckie included. As you lay out the towel and her lotion, you call the two of them in.

“You ready for splish splash, Natalia?” you say dipping her feet into the sink, smiles and giggles abound again. He helps you slip off her onesie before easing her into the water.

“Ok this is the coolest thing. We’ll need to remember this,” he pokes at one of the petals of the flower in the sink. “Time to clean you up little miss.”

You take turns holding and bathing her as she splashes about. Fascinated with the bubbles, her little purple duckie and basically anything that comes into the water, she is as good as good could be. Until she wasn’t. Everything was going well until you pull her out of the water, drying her off and slathering her in lotion. It wasn’t until after you get her diaper on and you tuck her into her hooded duckie bathrobe towel did she start to have what is her version of a meltdown.

“I told you not to jinx it,” you whisper as Natalia fusses, not crying but whimpering and unhappy as you head towards her room. She keeps wiggling in your hold trying to get her face onto any piece of skin she can get access to while trying to shed her hooded towel.

“Wait, lemme try something,” he responds, shedding his shirt quickly before settling into the glider. “Come here Tali girl.”

Her eyes go wide hearing his voice and she leans out of your grasp towards him, still whimpering. You ease Natalia into his arms. He pulls the duckie towel off and she immediately leans into his chest, her head falling into the crook of his neck, one hand immediately winding around his silver chain. He trails his hand up and down her back humming to her, the whines and fussing easing out. Humming has turned into singing because of course it does with him. He’s rocking lightly, his hand looking so large rubbing against her tiny back.

“Are you really singing Never Be Alone into and Little Too Much to our niece?” you whisper, not wanting to disturb the peace.

“She likes it,” he smiles, leaning down to dust a kiss against the wisps of hair on her head. “I think she’s just about out. See, her hand is just about to drop off my necklace. Let’s just put her down like this, throw the little knit blanket over her. I don’t think she’s about clothes tonight.”

He carefully gets up and sets her down into the crib, covering her carefully. She stirs a little and he rubs at her back immediately, humming again. She nuzzles against the sheet and sighs, settling down immediately. You wrap yourself around his back, pressing a kiss between his shoulder blades before leaning around to look at Natalia.

“It’s amazing, you know. How much she’s taken to you. She loves you so much already,” you murmur, leaning into him. “You’re so good with her. I don’t think you realize how much it means to me that you’re important to her and vice versa. It’s, it’s so special. She’s my niece in every way it really matters. And its shades of what I get to expect when this is us, and we’ve got our own little one.”

He shifts you so he can pull you into his chest, his skin warm against your cheek. “Even if she wasn’t our goddaughter, she’s a special little girl to you. She’s a little ball of sunshine. It would be hard not to love her. Plus, she’s a fan of my singing to her.”

He tilts your head up to lock eyes with you, cupping your cheeks in his palms to have his thumbs shift against your skin. “There’s no one else I’d want to do this with, baby. I couldn’t be a daddy without you as a mommy. You know that right? Me and you, always. Until we add a three.”

You push up on your toes to kiss him. “Love you so damn much, Shawn. Come on, let’s let the little miss sleep. And we need to get you back into your shirt. Dee and Tomas can’t come back to all this on display. I won’t hear the end of it, they’ll think we were naughty on their couch.”

“We have time, we could be!”

[kerwritesthings]

a blurb about shawn just being super clingy & lovey on his girl🥺

Et voila :)

You find him on the couch, hoodie up around his ears with curls poking about haphazardly and your favorite blanket up to his chin. It was dark save for some candles and some string heavy playlist was winding its way through the speakers.  As soon as he spots you, he weaves his hands through the knit of the heavy grey yarn to make grabby hands for you, a pout complete with droopy lip on his face.

“Oh baby,” you sigh. “Let me go change and then I’m all yours ok?”

He nods, pout still fully seated on his lips. You quickly dash off to the bedroom to shed the day, changing into a lightweight super soft black sweater, which you happen to know is his favorite, and a pair of plaid cotton shorts. You have pretty good feeling there’s going to be a lot of cuddling and clinging, and he’s a human space heater so you have to dress accordingly. You snag a couple bottles of water from the fridge before making your way back to him.

He’s now sitting up, shirtless as the hoodie is thrown towards the end of the couch, blanket pooling around his hips.

“I demand hugs and kisses and you. Please,” he asks, just on the border of a whine.

“Always Shawn,” you reply, going to sit down next to him but he has other ideas. He slides you onto his lap, legs laying across his. His head immediately falls into the crook of your neck, his lips finding your skin.

“Missed you,” he mumbles, trailing closer to your ear. His hands resting on your thighs, immediately warming the flesh underneath them. “I know it wasn’t long, but it felt long.”

“Bedtime wasn’t the same without you,” you whisper, running a finger down the shell of his ear before sinking into his hair. “I just got used to having you in bed with me night in and night out, really used to sleeping here. Then you run away and leave me alone in that big bed.”

“The last thing I wanted to do after you moved in was to run to Vancouver. Especially when I couldn’t take you with me,” he responds, lips now trailing across your jaw. “I need my pillow to always smell like you from now on.”

“C’mon, let’s get comfortable,” you say, nudging his shoulder. “Here or bed, you decide.”

He tips sideways, pulling you down with him and you can’t help but chuckle. You both shift about, he immediately pulls you so you can lay comfortably on top of him. 

“Need you to be my human gravity blanket,” he quips as he adjusts the actual blanket over the top of you.

You roll your eyes, poking his nose before settling down against him. “We cannot fall asleep out here,” you fight through a half yawn.

“Says the one who is yawning,” he teases, kissing your forehead. “I have a few ideas to keep you awake if you’re game.”

His hands trail their way down your back to squeeze your ass, drawing you tighter against him as he tilts his hips upward.

“You ask for kisses and hugs and cuddles with a puppy pout and then you go full horn ball like not even 3 minutes later,” you kid, nipping at his collarbone.

“Just wanna love on you, show you how much I love you and how much I missed you is all baby,” he murmurs a hair away from your lips.

You press up to meet his lips. “Love away, baby.”

[kerwritesthings]

blurb about a stargazing date with shawn!! (literally can’t wait to see what you do with this & always sending you my love!)

I hope this is what you were looking for my Bre! <3 :)

Shawn hooks his chin over your shoulder from the back of the couch as you’ve got your planner and laptop balancing across your lap.

“Think I can steal you on the 28th for a bit of an overnight?” he asks, nosing underneath your ear.

“If we’re staying around here, yeah I should be able to. Why what’s up? Did I forget about Junos again?” you reply, leaning into him.

“One of these days you’ll remember those are in March,” he quips, biting at your neck playfully. “Nothing work related, just something for me and you. I’ll just need you at like 4ish? I’ll take care of everything. I’ll pack for you too, so I’ll just need your smiling face.”

“Color me intrigued,” you answer, tugging at an errant curl before marking the day in your planner.

You skip out of work early the afternoon he asked for, coming home to find him packing a full-fledged picnic basket in the kitchen.

“What are you up to mister?” you question, leaning against the opposite side of the island.

“Patience my dear, it’s a virtue,” he smiles, wedging a bottle of something into the basket before snapping it closed. “Left you couple things on the bed to change into.”

“Oh, so it’s going to be that kind of overnight trip?” you kid, looking him up and down with a smirk.

“You shall see. Off with you, we cannot be late,” he replies, nodding his head towards the bedroom.

While he did pick out some pretty and lacy things for underneath, because of course he would, the rest of his choices have you intrigued: cami, long duster cardigan, black leggings and ballet flats along with one of your favorite infinity scarves. Interesting choices for June, but it’s June in Toronto, so you can also understand at the same time. Once changed, he shuffles you down and into his car, where he’s got a plethora of things stashed in the back seat from what you can see, including the basket.

“Can I get any clues?” you try to pry one more time, grabbing a hold of his right hand to hold.

“Nope,” he answers, popping the p with a smile before bringing your hand up to his lips.

He heads east out of the city, a route that looks awfully familiar. “Are we…”

“You’ll see impatient one,” he laughs, poking at your side as he maneuvers on the highway.

You finally make your way off the highway and through some familiar neighborhoods before making a turn that has you questioning anything you initially thought. You’re getting closer to the lake, which is got you racking your brain as to what he could be up to.

“I know this isn’t exactly Griffith,” he explains pulling into Millennium Park. “But the Delta Aquariids are happening, tonight’s the best night you can see them from up here. RASC is doing a whole event tonight in the park. Telescopes, talks, one on one with some of the astronomy professors from U of T. All night thing too. They’ve supposedly got this awesome set up down through the park and by the water. Then they’re doing a whole thing at sunrise. I’ve got everything we’ll need, including one of my hoodies you love to steal from me on cooler nights.”

It was during one of the times you made it out to LA with him that you took him to your favorite spot in the city: Griffith Observatory. It was the one place in the city that you had to try to get to every trip. You had lamented out of all your trips to LA, you were never there when they were doing some of the night events with stargazing or when some of the planets were in clear view.

“How did you even remember? I mentioned it like in a ramble once on our first trip to LA together,” you inquire as he gathers everything out of the back seat.

Slinging a backpack over one of his shoulders, he leans around the door to kiss you. “I see how your eyes light up every time we’ve made it back to Griffith. Surprise?”

“You are something else,” you snag a tote bag of blankets from him before kissing him soundly. “Surprise indeed. Let’s go see the stars my love.”

[kerwritesthings]

I've had anons ask me about this a few times. @fallinallincurls went and made me kiddo soft (damnit Bre), plus this silly adorable tiny child hugging Shawn video post made the rounds. Then @sinplisticshawn asked me for some of this. It’s always been in the plans to do more on this, but it just hasn’t synced in my head. 

This hit Sunday night as I was trying to get to sleep after getting in some work on something ELSE I’m writing and gnawing on which I’m so excited to be able to share soon. 

Instead a short little blurb words came in a 20 min blip while I was trying to get to sleep. Oops? So, here's some more Uncle Shawn and Natalia utter soft fluffy fluff.

(If you’ve missed the previous prompt fills with this little munchkin, the two of them can be found here and here!)

“Hug hug hug hug, Shawn,” she chants, her hands reaching out for him across the café with her little pigtails bopping. “Hug hug up up love hug Shawn.”

You kiss her cheek as she repeats her pattern again trying to wiggle from your hold. He, of course, gets cornered by someone the moment you step into the café you’re meeting him at after picking up your goddaughter.

“I see where I stand with you Miss Natalia,” you tease, tickling her tummy.

She ducks her head into your neck, laughing. She leaves a trail of wet kisses across your skin.

“Love you,” Natalia smiles, her hands clapping against your cheeks. “Love Shawn. Love love love love.”

You notice Shawn start to finish with the gentleman, shaking hands and trying to back away.

“Ok Tali,” you say to the little girl. “Wanna go get Uncle Shawn?”

She nods furiously, “Pease pease pease. Hugs!”

“Go get him sweetie,” you ease her off your hip and she’s off with a start even before she’s fully hit the ground.

He’s a few steps closer and turning towards you, but not noticing the flurry of curly pigtails and purple tutu heading his way. He was just about to ask where your niece is when the blur wraps itself around his legs.

“Up up up hugs love kisses Shawn,” she exclaims, bouncing on her toes while squeezing herself around his calves as tightly as she possibly could. “Pease hugs.”

“There’s my little babycakes,” he coos, leaning down to hug her close before picking her up with a little toss. “I’ve missed you Tali.”

She wraps herself around him, her little hands holding his face still in front of hers.

“Kiss kissy kiss Shawn. Pease,” she asks, making a ducky face at him. “Love you.”

“Now how can I refuse an ask like that?” he replies, pressing his lips against hers then dotting kisses all over her face with laughter ringing out from Natalia the whole time.