blurb — complimenting Shawn admiring his beauty and looking at him adoringly and he gets all shy and blushy
+ blurb about Shawn telling Y/N while they’re in bed at night about how much he’s fallen for her?
merged and changed it a little, idea is still the same x (I’m also shamelessly proud of a couple of metaphors in here lol)
“Honestly think you’re the prettiest thing I’ve
He’s all messed up by his covers and pillow,
curls a ruffled mess – greasy, hasn’t showered yet – and his skins a little blotched,
blemished around his hairline and nose.
Shawn’s lips are slightly chapped from the winter
air and his constant need to chew at them, and his face is freshly awakened –
features yawning and saying ‘five more minutes’.
You swear he’s an angel, and
the white of his sheets doesn’t help either – an actual angel. An angel who’s
blushing a deep peach shade when your words meet his ears.
“Think you’re lying” Shawn goes, as insecure
as ever. He pulls his duvet up over his shoulder more as he faces you, the
light cracking through his curtains and illuminating his slightly greasy
features. His voice is a honey coated wafer, a biscuit dipped in tea and it’s
burning your tongue, but by God are you more than happy to endure the pain.
+ ANYTHING DAD SHAWN PLLEEAASSEE +
Dad Shawn???? Ya girl thinks fuck yes. (Baby is named Ella again, this works as a part of my Baby firsts series: Baby’s first guitar)
“…and this one is a 1972 Gibson Blonde J-200, plays a dream –
bought it off a guy in Chicago who didn’t know her worth”
Shawn’s got baby Ella in a baby carrier. She’s strapped
facing forward, letting her young eyes take in Shawn’s studio as he drags her
around the large room.
He’s showing off his guitars, grinning as he takes Ella’s
clenched fist in his enormous palm and pointing it to the instrument hanging on
the wall with a “Was scared the guy would know who I was so I got your mother to
haggle him for it” he waves her little hand.
Something really, insanely, disgustingly fluffy of the first time they say I love you maybe, like full of affection and intimate and so ciuttee
and the September blurb night/week 2.0 begins. Also, anon, your wish is my command.
which ones do you want more?”
“My gut instinct says cool ranch”
“Well get them then”
“But the cheese ones…”
You’re in the middle of a roadside supermarket, debating about which Doritos flavour to
The pair of you were driving home from Shawn’s parents when you’d decided
to make a well-earned pit stop, stacking up on snacks before getting on the
road again. Dressed in a hoodie and tracksuit bottoms – hood pulled up around his
curls – Shawn’s got his chin rested on your shoulder and hands sitting in the
front pocket of your own hoodie.
His fingers are playing around with the tassels
coming off of your purse and he’s calm – content – as he holds your waist and
sways you with him to the melody playing in his head. You
let out an exasperated sigh as you purse your lips at the sight before you.