Omg I'd love it if you could do a blurb about Shawn and a short girl!!!
You’re still sleepy and heavy-limbed as you slink into the kitchen with twisted socks and braids, Shawn trailing along tiredly behind you. The night before was a wild one that ended in collapsing exhaustedly into bed with your gown still on. Shawn managed to get it off you and hang it up but didn’t bother re-dressing you, instead settling for you in just your bra and underwear with your hair still partially up and braided from the event.
“Want cereal?” You ask him as you knuckle at your weary eyes. He nods and slumps into a chair at the kitchen table, slouching over and running his hands through his hair a couple times while he watches you move– you’re walking towards him, actually, and you grab a chair before pulling it up to the counter. He sees you put one leg on the seat and start to pull yourself up.
“Wait, wait,” he stops you, jumping up and gripping your waist to help you down. “Lemme do it, sorry. Forgot that you’re, like, negative three feet.”
“Shut the fuck up,” you tell him groggily, a smile hinting at your mouth. He kisses your forehead and reaches up easily to grab the cereal.