#dad!shawn blurb

[violetsandfluff]

Getting a baby to bathe proved to be more difficult a task than Shawn had anticipated. Getting her to stop wailing was enough of a hassle, not to mention the kicking and squirming. Every time she felt the water in her skin, she howled in disapproval. This wouldn’t be as big of a deal if she weren’t such a messy baby. She needed to be bathed much more often than an average baby, and she despised it increasingly each time.

She needed her parents’ contact at all times. She reached for them with sharp newborn fingernails as she cried out for them with long, heaving sobs.

Shawn and his wife dreaded bathing her because of her heart wrenching cries and mournful protests, but they couldn’t let her sit in her own filth. Shawn set out to find ways for her to bathe more comfortably.

His arms strained as he lowered his wife into the bathtub, which was filled shallowly with lukewarm water, trying to keep a steady pace so as not to alarm the sleeping infant.

Once his wife was successfully in the tub, she cradled the baby close to her chest while Shawn bathed her gently.

The newborn’s eyelids never fluttered open, nor did a tantrum ensue. A sigh of relief and a kiss on the cheek was exchanged after the baby was finally laid down in her bassinet for the next few hours.

[sketchsprite]

combining my current interest with my forever interest here is psych as warriors... quick blurb ab the plot and character details below

shawn is a kittypet living near a twoleg neighborhood. his dad (an ex thunderclanner) picked up and left the clan after separating from shawn's mother, and life with twolegs is all shawn has ever known. shawn has kind of started running off on his own, wandering around and he meets acornpaw (gus) - a medicine cat apprentice of thunderclan. the two become besties over time. shawn's "ability to be hyperdiligent "psychic" abilities are presented in the form of starclan - who he had heard tales of from his father, but always assumed that were just made-up stories - speaking to him. someway or another, acornpaw mentions it, and sablestar (chief vick) has her interest piqued. she decides to drag along her deputy, bristleheart (lassiter) and his apprentice, poppypaw (jules) to interrogate the kittypet. shenanigans ensue.

this is just the basic introductory plot! i would love to work on this more and i would love further recommendations. im not 100% set on names or designs yet (though pineapple is technically a valid warrior name) but any suggestions are much appreciated! here are some more character things i thought of hehe

shawn:

has a little pineapple pendant on his collar!! very protective of it.

knows very vaguely of the clans, as his father would sometimes tell him stories of his "glory days" in the forest.

has no intention of joining the clan... but probably hangs out there more than he does with henry or at the twolegplace.

probably has a longtail vs rusty esque fight with bristleheart, minus the getting his collar ripped off - that is where he draws the line!

acornpaw (gus):

tentatively the medicine cat apprentice right now, mostly because im only on season 3 and dont know if there are any fitting characters to be his mentor at the moment.

is very skilled at herb knowledge and applications

good friends with poppypaw, overall liked within the clan!

keeps his side of the med den very organized - he can't speak for his mentor's side.

bristleheart (lassie):

very judgemental and skeptical of shawn when he first learns about him - just like canon!

very short-furred cat - think an oriental shorthair - minus a very fluffy salt n peppa chest

someone please get this cat some brown contacts

decently young for a deputy, but he absolutely worked hard for his position

very overprotective of his clanmates (though he doesnt like to show it), especially his apprentice, poppypaw. she was wounded and left with a torn ear on one of her first border patrols and he feels very guilty that he wasn't able to stop it

poppypaw (jules):

pretty close to having her assessment! she has been working very hard to have a flawless warriors exam

doesn't mind her ear being torn - she thinks it looks really cool!

will often accompany acornpaw herb hunting

quick on her paws and very resourceful

sablestar (vick):

a noble and wise leader, very fit for her title!

still has all nine lives - i like to think shes a relatively new leader

while she keeps up a level-headed facade, she definitely has a silly side to her as well

leader mark is the white tabby "m-shape" on her forehead!

[movies-to-add-to-your-tbw]

Title: Kit Kittredge: An American Girl

Rating: G

Director: Patricia Rozema

Cast: Abigail Breslin, Chris O'Donnell, Julia Ormond, Stanley Tucci, Max Thieriot, Joan Cusack, Glenne Headly, Jane Krakowski, Wallace Shawn, Madison Davenport, Zach Mills, Willow Smith, Martin Roach, Eddie Graff, Austin Macdonald, Kenneth Welsh, Colin Mochrie

Release year: 2008

Genres: family, comedy, drama, mystery

Blurb: The Great Depression hits home for 9-year-old Kit Kittredge when her dad loses his business and leaves to find work. In order to keep their home, Kit and her mother must take in boarders, who turn out to be full of fascinating stories. When her mother's lockbox containing all of their money is stolen, her new hobo friend Will is the prime suspect. Kit refuses to believe that he would steal, and her efforts to sniff out the real story get her and her friends into big trouble. The police say the robbery was an inside job, committed by someone they know...so if it wasn't Will, who did it?

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Trick or Treat (Dad!Shawn) MASTERLIST | LET’S CHAT 🔮

A/N: Happy Halloween! Thought it would be nice be have a little festive fic to celebrate 🎃👻🦇🌖🧟‍♂️

Summary: It’s the first time you and Shawn take your son trick-or-treating 🧛🏻‍♂️🕸👨🏼‍🚒

Warnings: None!

WC: 2.4K // Fluff

It was the first time your kid was really old enough to understand the concept of Halloween.  After his preschool teacher held a Halloween party for the class where they all dressed up, traded candy, and played musical chairs to the Monster Mash…Your son became a Halloween enthusiast.

Your son, Aiden, bugged you and Shawn to go Trick-or-Treating––but Daddy! Charlie’s going!––He threw a tantrum in his carseat when Shawn picked him up from school.  And when they got home, after a tiny time out, Shawn and your son talked about Trick-or-Treating.  

It wasn’t that Shawn didn’t want to take his son out…It was more that he enjoyed a night in with his family more.  So far, every Halloween was spent sitting in the driveway, with a fire pit, with his little family as kids from the neighborhood came up for candy.  He also liked when Aiden would sit on his lap and cuddle in close to him as they felt the warmth of the fire.

And Shawn knew that when his kid started Trick-or-Treating, it would speed up the process of him growing up even more.

But once everything was settled to go Trick-or-Treating, then came the dilemma of both of you wanting to go with your son since it would be his first time.  Your parents were out of town, and it was Shawn’s parents anniversary, so you couldn’t ask them.  

So, it only left Aaliyah.

You knew she probably had better plans than to sit at her brother’s house and give out candy, but she was your last hope.  Shawn begged and pleaded with his younger sister to give out candy, bribing her with whatever she wanted.  And while it took a lot of convincing on Shawn’s end, Aaliyah just wanted to see her brother grovel.

Even though they were both not teenagers anymore, they still acted like it.

You were buttoning up Aiden’s yellow fireman jacket when you heard your husband whine from the doorway.

“Where’s your costume?”

Still buttoning his little jacket, you looked up to see Shawn in his costume.  You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh.  Standing with a pout in the doorway, Shawn was dressed in black pants, a white dress shirt under a black vest, a black cape––with a red underside––tied around his neck, as he gelled back his hair.

Shawn took out his fake fangs, “I thought we were both dressing up?”

You rolled your eyes at your husband, patting your sons shoulders when you were done buttoning up his shirt, placing the red firefighter hat on him, “I’m going as an exhausted mother to a three-year-old.”

Shawn slumped his shoulders, “You are an exhausted mother to a three-year-old,” he sighed, “That’s not a costume.”

You raised both of your eyebrows at him and Shawn held his hands up in defense of his smart talk.

“Mommy,” Aiden tugged on your sweatshirt, “What is ex-asted?”

You glared at Shawn again before kneeling down to be face-face-with your son, “It means that I love you very much.”

Aiden’s eyes lit up and you melted at his smile, “So you always love me?”

You nodded your head and kissed his cheek before standing up, “I’ll always always love you.”

When you looked to your side, you saw Shawn with a soft smile on his face, with adoration written all over his eyes as he stared at his little family.  You could tell he was lost in his thoughts, but then Aiden spoke up, bringing him back into the moment.

“Is Daddy ex-asted?”

Shawn’s smile dropped and you let out a loud laugh.  You smirked at Shawn, who now glared at you, before looking down at your son who had his eyebrows scrunched together in confusion, “He’s always exhausted.”

And like before, your son’s eyes lit up and he clapped his hands together, thinking that it meant that his dad would always love him, “I’m ex-asted too!”

Both you and Shawn let out a laugh at your son’s misunderstanding of the word.  And while you both did your best to educate your kid when he asked what something meant…He was only three, and his reactions were too cute to let him know what the actual word meant.

“Are you really not dressing up?” Shawn asked with a hint of sadness in his tone.

You looked over at him and saw that he really wanted you to dress up.  The eyes you fell in love with were wide and pleading with you to uphold your end of the promise.  And with a reluctant sigh, you nodded your head, and Shawn’s eyes lit up.

You walked past him and quickly pecked his lips, with your son yelling out a loud––yuck!––as you smiled, “Give me a minute.”

Shawn proudly smiled as you walked out of your son’s room and into your own.  Inside your closet, you thought about what last minute costume you could put together.  Your eyes landed on balck leggings, and a very simple idea popped into your head.

Changing out of your jeans to black leggings, you also swapped the sweatshirt of Shawn’s you were wearing for a long-sleeved black t-shirt and threw on a black sweatshirt on top.  Once you slipped on a pair of black sneakers, you walked into your bathroom to draw a black circle on your nose, with whiskers on your cheek.

Satisfied with your lazily put together costume, you walked out of your room and down the stairs, where you saw Shawn explaining the rules of the night to your son.  

“You always hold either Mommy or Daddy’s hand,” Shawn said as Aiden nodded, “Always say please and thank you after you get candy from a house,” Aiden nodded his head, “And you don’t run off.” Aiden nodded his head again.

Once Shawn was done explaining the rules of the night, he turned around and stopped when he saw your costume.  He blinked a few times, “That’s your costume?”

“Mommy, you’re a kitty!” Aiden giggled as he climbed down from the barstool and raced over to hug your legs.

You playfully glared up at Shawn before you bent down to give your son a real hug.  He wrapped his tiny arms around your neck––so tight––that you had to pull away after a few seconds of not being able to breathe.

You smiled down at Aiden who looked about ready to burst.  So you grabbed the plastic pumpkin off the counter and handed it to your son, “Ready for Trick-or-Treating?”

Aiden shouted a very loud, “yes!” As he took the pumpkin from your grasp and ran toward the front door.

“Aiden, what were the rules?!” Shawn raised his voice just a little, not out of anger, but so that his son could hear him from the other room.

You and Shawn walked to the foyer, where AIden had his hand on the door knob, and he looked up at his dad with wide eyes, “Sorry, Daddy.”  And he reached out to hold Shawn’s hand.

Shawn smiled down at his son and happily took his hand, “It’s no problem, we just don’t want you getting hurt.”

And with that, you opened the door and felt the soft breeze of the Canadian air hit your face.  The wind picked up some of the fallen leaves and they crunched under your feet when you walked outside to shut the door behind your family.  

When you looked down, you saw the jack-o-lanterns you carved with Shawn, your son was only interested in digging out the slimy pumpkin seeds. And when you picked your head up, you noticed that some families had already gotten a head start on Halloween.  The sun was still up, slowly setting behind the trees, and it was the time where all the younger kids went out with their parents before bedtime.

You walked out to the driveway where Aaliyah was sitting on a chair from the patio Shawn brought out front for her to sit on.  Kids were just leaving from getting candy from your house when she turned her head to see you all coming out.

“Oh my God,” her mouth dropped as she looked between the three of you, “Aiden your costume is so cool!”

Aiden smiled, showing all his teeth, “Thanks LiLi,” you could see Aaliyah melt at the nickname your son gave her when he was younger because he couldn’t properly say Aaliyah.

“I need a picture,” she whipped out her phone, “Mom will absolutely cry at this.”

Shawn rolled his eyes, “Is that really a good idea?” But as he said it, he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you in close to his side.  And he brought Aiden around in front of you both, still holding his hand.

“On three say Trick or Treat!”  Aaliyah happily said as Aiden eagerly nodded his head, “One, two, three––”

“Trick-or-Treat!” All three of you said, with Aiden’s voice drowning out yours and Shawn’s voice, as everyone smiled.

Aaliyah smiled down at her phone saying she would send it to both of you.  Thanking her was cut off short when you saw Shawn get dragged up the driveway by your son.

“Let’s go!” Aiden laughed as he tried his hardest to run, while still holding onto Shawn’s hand.  

You saw Aaliyah pull out her phone again and snap another picture.

Following your excited son up the driveway, you walked the short way to your neighbors house.  Aiden excitedly knocked on the door and rang the doorbell.  When the family next door opened the door Aiden brightly smiled and shouted, “Trick or Treat!”

Your neighbor gushed at his costume and even complimented Shawn’s costume, who proudly smiled because you knew he put a lot of effort into making your son's first Halloween memorable.

Once you left your neighbors house, Aiden excitedly looked up at Shawn and shook his bucket, “Candy!”

Shawn let out an over dramatic gasp, “Already so much!”  You let out a soft laugh because there were only three mini pieces of candy.

Aiden proudly smiled and continued to drag Shawn along to the next house.  When he got candy from there, he looked up at Shawn again, and showed him the inside of his bucket.  

As the three of you were walking to your your third house of the night, Aiden started singing, “Trick or Treat, smell my feet, give me something good to eat––”

“Aiden!” You chastised your son who sang the opening to a crude Halloween jingle.

He looked up at you with wide eyes, quickly apologizing before placing the blame on your husband, “Daddy was singing it!”

You glared at Shawn who just shrugged his shoulders as the three of you walked down another drive way, “Old habits die hard.”

That continued on for nearly another hour and a half.  Aiden would ring the doorbell, or walk up to a family sitting in their driveway, and excitedly shout Trick or Treat.

It was getting later, the sky turning a light shade of purple mixed with some dark blue swirls.  And you could tell by how your son no longer dragged Shawn’s hand to another house that he was worn out.  Aiden was leaning against Shawn and you saw his eyes droop down.

“Is it bedtime?” You briefly looked up at Shawn, who stopped walking. He nodded his head at you, before looking back down at Aiden.

Aiden shook his head against Shawn’s leg, “More candy.”

You let out a laugh and took his plastic pumpkin from him, “It looks like you have a lot of candy already.”

Aiden shook his head again, voice sounding groggy, “More.”

“I’m sure LiLi saved some candy for you,” Shawn said as he placed both hands under Aiden’s armpits and lifted him up.  Immediately, Aiden wrapped his arms and legs around Shawn’s waist, and rested his head on his shoulder.

You took off his plastic red firefighter hat, so it wouldn’t fall off, and Aiden snuggled his head further into Shawn’s neck.  You smiled at the sight and looked up to see Shawn already smiling at you.

“Well,” you said as you continued to walk around your neighborhood, “Looks like he’s already asleep.”

Shawn nodded, holding in a laugh, since he didn’t want to wake up his son, “First Halloween in the books.”

“Pretty soon he’ll be in high school asking to go to a party instead of Trick-or-Treating with his parents.” You let out a laugh because it was the general way Halloween went when you grew up.  But when you looked to your side, Shawn was not laughing.

“He won’t be going to any parties,” Shawn grumbled, “He’ll be giving out candy with me.”

You rolled your eyes and walked closer to him, taking Shawn’s free hand in yours, “That’s a long way off, he’s only three.”

“I want him to stay this age forever,” Shawn whispered as you turned onto your street.

You squeezed his hand, “So do I.”

The walk back to your house was done in silence, as the both of you appreciated the night you had with your son.  Aaliyah was still outside when you returned and she smiled as she saw her nephew fast asleep on her brother’s shoulder.

“Mom called me up crying after I sent her the picture,” Aaliyah laughed.

Shawn rolled his eyes and sat down in the extra chair he made sure to bring out before they left.  He knew it would be an early night, and part of why Halloween was his favorite holiday was that he was able to sit by the fire with his son.  

Aaliyah stood up, draping the blanket she was curled up in, over Shawn so Aiden wouldn’t be cold.

You moved the other empty chair right up to Shawn and ran your fingers up and down Aiden’s back.  He squirmed a bit and you saw him pick his head up from Shawn’s shoulder, “Daddy?”

“Shh,” Shawn hushed him and pressed a kiss to the top of his head, “You can go back to sleep.”

Aiden sniffled a bit, curling his hand in a fist and rubbing his left eye, as he turned to face Aaliyah, “LiLi, do you have candy for me?”

All three of you laughed and Aaliyah nodded your head, “I’ve got loads of candy for you,” she then leaned in, keeping her voice low, even though she knew both of you could hear, “But don’t tell your parents.”

Aiden nodded before placing his head back onto Shawn’s shoulder.  It wasn’t until Shawn felt his son’s even breathing that he knew he was asleep.  And even though Shawn didn’t want his son to grow up anymore than you did, he couldn’t wait to take his son Trick-or-Treating next year.

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[5-seconds-of-bucky]

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A/N: *Emoji title because I have no clue what to name this* I got so many comments on this blurb about the fish and I felt legally obligated to write something about it so here ya go :) It was supposed to be a small blurb but I got carried away 😉

Summery: Your son gets his fish

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: None

“Daddy, can I open the really big one first?” Jack asked as soon as he laid his eyes on the large object wrapped in shiny paper next to the Christmas tree. He ran over to the gift, placing his hands on the top and leaning in close to it. There were plenty of gifts for him and Lilli in the living room, but he was of course enticed by the largest one.

“Hold on, bubs. Let me take your picture in front of the tree,” you said, grabbing your phone from the coffee table and snapping a few pictures of him. He moved back towards the gift again as Shawn walked in with a tired looking Lilliana on his hip. “Let’s take another one with Lilli.”

Shawn sat Lilliana down next to Jack, letting you take a few more pictures before scooping her back into his arms.

“Can I open it now?” Jack asked hopping up, antsy to see what could possibly be under the paper he wanted so badly to rip away.

“Let’s start off with some smaller gifts, kiddo,” Shawn suggested as he sat down next to you.

“Why don’t we start with this one?” You grabbed a smaller one from beneath the tree and handed it to him, watching his eyes light up as he saw what was inside.

It continued like that for a while: you and Shawn handing out gifts to Jack and helping Lilli open some of hers After nearly 45 minutes of unwrapping, you were almost done. The only unopened gift was the big surprise Jack was adamant you let him open soon.

“Alrighty, last one, bubs.” You held up your phone, wanting to get what you knew was going to be a very excited reaction on tape.

Jack didn’t need to be told another word, quickly getting to work and tearing the paper off like his life depended on it. He paused once the top was visible, immediately screaming with excitement and jumping around. Lilli got excited too, wiggling around and squealing even though she had no idea what was going on.

“What’d you get?” Shawn asked through his laughs.

“Fissssh!”

“Well let’s see it. Take the rest of the wrapping paper off.”

He went over to fully unwrap the present, revealing a fish tank with various fish furniture in it. There was obviously no fish in it, but that did nothing to deter Jack’s excitement. He’d been asking for a fish for so long. It was a five year old’s dream come true.

“We’re getting a fishy!”

As happy as you were that he was excited, you didn’t hear about non-fish related come out of his mouth for the next three days. Every day, at least six times a day, he’d ask when you were going to go get the fish. Santa brought the fish home but he wanted Jack to pick out the fish himself so Jack was going to have to wait until you could drive him to the store to get one.

“We’re going to go on Sunday,” you kept telling him. You and Shawn both wanted to be there when he picked one out, which meant that you had to wait until both of you had the day off. Jack was growing more impatient by the day and you did your best to distract him from the topic by talking about anything else but fish, but it only worked for so long before he was thinking back to it and asking you when you were going to get it.

You woke up before everyone else on Saturday morning; a rarity in the Mendes household. You were usually woken up by someone accidentally being too loud at 7 a.m. but it appeared that everyone was worn out from the night before. You had a family game night that got intense when you played Candy Land and you and Shawn got to the end before Jack. Jack was not too happy about that so you ended up playing about seven rematches and everyone was hyped up the whole time.

You were able to sit on the porch for forty-five minutes or with your mug of tea before Lilli found you, pulling you inside to pour her a bowl of cereal. She was telling you about her dream as you put a small bowl of Cheerios in front of her when Jacked skipped in, barreling into you to give you a hug.

“Good morning, mommy!” he said rather loudly, making you cringe just the slightest. It was too early for yelling.

“Morning, bubs.” You bent down to kiss the top of his head. “What’cha want for breakfast?”

“Cereal!”

“Alright, go sit down with Lilli.”

He let go of you and jumped into a chair, swinging his feet and humming some random song he made up while you made his breakfast.

“Mommy?”

“Hmm?”

“Are we getting the fish today?”

“Jack, I’ve told you enough times. We’re going-”

“Today!” Shawn announced as he entered the kitchen.

“Yeahhhh!” Jack screamed as he jumped down from the chair, running straight into Shawn’s legs to give him a hug. Shawn picked him up and peppered kisses all over his son’s face, then tossing him slightly in the air, causing Jack to burst out into loud giggles.

“Daddy, me too!” Lilli chanted from her highchair, stretching her arms out to her father. Shawn put Jack back in his seat before taking Lilli out of hers and tossing her a few times as well.

“That’s enough yelling,” you said, happy that everyone was excited but wanting to spare your ears. “Thank you.”

“When are we going?”

“Once everyone eats breakfast and gets changed.”

Jack practically snatched the bowl out of your hands as you put in front of him, eating as quickly as he could before racing to his room to pick out some clothes.  

“Morning, baby,” Shawn said after placing a kiss on your lips once Jack went to his room. “How’re you feeling this morning?”

“Feeling alright,” you replied. “Don’t you have to go to the studio today?”

“Nah, took the day off. Thought we’d surprise Jack.”

“He could’ve waited until tomorrow, you know. He needs to learn to be patient.”

“Yeah, but I think if you hear him ask when we were going to get the fish one more time you might explode so I thought I’d divert that situation.” He placed his hands on the side of your baby bump as he smiled down at you.  

“You know me so well.”

“I am your husband.” He leaned down for another kiss, squeezing your sides to elicit a giggle from you. “Now, get some food in that belly and get dressed so we can go get that fish.”

An hour later, everyone was dressed and ready to go. You buckled the kids in their carseats and drove to the pet store, letting Jack talk himself to death about how excited he was. He was ready to jump out of the car the second it was in park but Shawn stopped him, telling him that the fish weren’t going anywhere and he needed to be safe if he wanted to get one.

Jack grabbed Shawn’s hand as you unbuckled Lilli and placed her on your hip. You walked across the parking lot, having to remind Jack that he needed to be holding someone’s hand as he walked into the store. Shawn had to jog to keep up with the energetic toddler.

You walked through the doors together and Jack looked around to find the fish section. He spotted it pretty quickly and tugged on Shawn’s arm so they could go over there. The four of you made your way to the wall of tiny fish tanks and Jack jumped up and down at the sight of it.

“Daddy, look at all the fish!” His grip left Shawn’s hand to get closer to the tanks with various colorful fish. “Look at this one! It’s eyes are so big!”

You both laughed as you shifted Lilli to your other hip, walking closer to look at the fish with eyes too large for its head. Before either of you could make a comment about the fish, Jack was already moving to the next tank to see what was inside.

“This one is rainbow!”

“Me see!” Lilli said. You put her down on the ground, following close behind as she toddled over to Jack. “Fishy!”    

The two of them walked across the wall, Jack telling Lilli what color each of them was as they stopped to look at each tank.

“We did a good job,” Shawn commented as he came over to stand closer and wrap an arm around your waist.

“With what? Driving our kids to the pet store?” You kept your eyes on them, not wanting to look away in case they wandered off.

“I mean making and raising them but that too I guess,” he chuckled, resting his head atop yours.

“Well we got one more coming so I wouldn’t say anything quite yet.”

“Oh stop, you know they’re going to be just as great as these two.”

“I know.” You turned your head to kiss his shoulder. “Three’s a lot though.”

“We’re going to be fine. No stress, it’s bad for the baby.”

You rolled your eyes at that, pushing him off of you playfully.

“Mommy, daddy, I want this one!” Jack said eagerly, pointing to a tank full of red and blue fish.

“Ooh, that’s a pretty one, Jack,” you said as you made your way to him, crouching down to get a better look at the fish swimming around.

Shawn found an associate to get the fish into a bag as Jack blabbered to the fish about what the outside world is like.

“We live in a big house. And there’s a playground near it! Daddy takes me to it all the time. Maybe you can come too!”

The associate handed the plastic bag to a beaming Jack, who took hold of the bag like it was the most delicate of babies.

“This is my little sister, Lilli.” He proudly turned the bag so the fish was facing his sister. “Lilli, say hi!”

“Hi, fishy!” Lilli waved at the fish.

“Wait, mommy, can the fishy get a sister too?”

You looked at Shawn.

“I don’t see why not,” he said with a shrug.

So now you were a family of six, and soon to be seven.

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[wordsandshawn]

Midnight Drive

Here’s some fluff that has been sitting half-finished in my drafts for what feels like forever. I really like how it turned out, so I hope you enjoy!

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word count: 1.5k 

The kind of tired you’ve experienced over the last six months since the twins were born is the type of tired you had never experienced before in your life. It’s the type of tired you didn’t think it was possible to feel. Pulling all-nighters to study for exams or staying up all night because of jet lag doesn’t even come close to the kind of exhaustion you feel now. 

Shawn took the first few months off after the twins were born, but he went back on the road when the twins were three months old. You’ve spent time on and off with him on the road because you and Shawn agreed that you wanted to keep your family together as much as possible. 

However, after a month on the road with the twins, you and Shawn decided together that it would best for you to return home and for him to finish out the next couple of months on his own. Traveling with the twins was more difficult than either of you imagined or could have predicted and it was taking its toll on both you and Shawn. With his attention divided between being a husband and father, helping you with the kids and also being a performer and putting on a show every night, it was affecting his performance in both areas. 

So after a rough month of traveling that wasn’t good for anyone, you and the twins returned home to Toronto. Shawn has come back home as much as he possibly could in order to be with you and spend time with the babies, but it still feels like he’s rarely ever home. You have your family’s support and Shawn’s family’s as well, but everyone has their own lives and jobs, and you could never ask them to drop it all to help you with the babies. 

You and Shawn have discussed the possibility of hiring a nanny, but you haven’t found the right person yet, meaning it has mostly been you and your twins for the past few months with the occassional visits from family members, and Shawn’s short breaks at home. 

Its nearing one am, and both babies appear to be wide awake for a reason you can’t quite comprehend. Both have just eaten and had their diaper’s changed/ You’re exhausted, but the decision basically makes itself when neither baby appears to be going to sleep. You don’t want to wake up Shawn, since he just got home last night, and he has to be feeling pretty jetlagged and exhausted himself. Trying to keep them as quiet as possible, you strap both babies into their infant car seats, hushing them and quietly talking to them the entire time, hoping they’ll be tired enough to sleep soon. You’re almost out the door when Shawn comes padding down the stairs. He seems only half awake, but he must have woken up, noticed you weren’t in bed, and come searching for you. When he sees the babies in their carseats, he seems to be more alert. 

“What’s going on?” He questions, rubbing his eyes then yawning. 

“I’m taking them for a drive.” You respond. 

“Now?” He questions, his eyes widening.

You just shrug, this isn’t the first middle of the night excursion the three of you have been on and you’re nearly certain it won’t be the last. Shawn knows that you sometimes take the twins out for drives when they’re fussy or won’t go to sleep because it’s one of the only things that actually calms them both down and almost always puts them right to sleep. He just didn’t know so much that you do it in the middle of the night like this. 

“Yeah, they’re wide awake and I can’t get them both down at once. It’s easier to take a drive. I got it Shawn, go back to sleep.” You say, putting both carseats back on the ground before closing the space between you and Shawn to hug him briefly. 

He hugs you back, but when he lets go, he doesn’t turn to walk back upstairs like you expected. Instead, he grabs the carseats, “I’ll take them, you go back to sleep.” He says determined. 

“No, it’s okay, Shawn.” You try to argue. 

He pauses for a second, the two of you, both tired just standing there at the foot of the stairs. “We can both go?” He offers, adding, “I’ll drive.” 

The suggestion sounds nice, so you immediately agree. Five minutes later, Shawn is backing out of the garage, both babies safely strapped into their carseats, and you get comfortable in the passenger seat, admiring your husband and hoping the babies fall asleep soon. 

Shawn turns the radio down so only soft sounds are coming through the speakers. The predictable movement of the car serves to not only lull the babies to sleep, but you find yourself dozing off as well. 

You’re not sure how much time passes, but you open your eyes with the intention of checking on the babies and telling Shawn its time to head back home, when you notice Shawn turning into a parking lot of a fast food restaurant. 

“What are you doing?” You question. 

He startles a bit, not realizing you had woken up, before saying, “I thought you were sleeping.” He pulls the car into the drive-thru lane that has only one car in it. You can only assume it is full of drunk and/or high college kids since the University isn’t far from here. You remember when that was you and your friends, but it feels like a lifetime ago now. 

“Remember when I first got my license.” Shawn reminisces. 

A smile crosses your face remembering being sixteen, but it turns into a frown. “And then you left for LA the next day.” You respond. 

Shawn smiles, shaking his head a bit. “Yeah, but when I got back. Do you remember that?” He persists, trying to jog your memory, to see if you still remember.

You can’t stop the smile that crosses your face. Of course you remember. “I don’t think my parents know about that to this day,” You shake your head at the thought of being a teenager and Shawn showing up at your house in the middle of the night because his flight got back late, after your curfew on a school night, so you weren’t supposed to see him until the next day.

It wsa close to one am when Shawn texted you saying he was outside, and he just really wanted to see you. Practically giddy with anticipation of finally getting to see your boyfriend again after two weeks, which felt like a lifetime back then, you snuck out, got into Shawn’s brand new jeep, and he took you through a drive-thru where he bought you french fries and ice cream. 

The car in front of you moves forward, and you glance into the backseat to see your twins both fast asleep. Shawn rolls down his window and orders a large fries and two ice cream cones. He asks for an extra cup on the side knowing about your strange way of eating ice cream, and then he turns to you, asking, “Do you want anything else?” 

You shake your head and he turns back to the screen, “That’s it. Thank you.” He tells the cashier. She lets him know the total, and he starts driving forward, pulling his wallet from his pocket. 

After Shawn pulls out of the drive thru, the bag with the fries in the console between you two, and you holding the two icecream cones, he parks the car in the parking lot on the side of the building. Both you and Shawn know that you could easily go back to the home you now share, with no threat of waiting parents to bust you for breaking curfew or to tell Shawn to go home, but instead, the two of you sit in the car, your two babies fast asleep in the backseat, reliving what had become your tradition back in high school whenever Shawn returned home from a trip. 

Once you got older and had more freedom, you stopped sneaking out to see Shawn in the middle of the night. And for the past few years, you only had to roll over in bed to be closer to him. You don’t even remember the last time you did this. It was definitely long before the twins were born, maybe even before you got married. 

Shawn hands you a spoon from the bag with the fries and you take it, moving some of the ice cream from the cone into the cup and then eating from the cone. Shawn just shakes his head a bit at your weird habit, but he still smiles. You and Shawn eat the ice cream and fries, quietly talking so you won’t wake up the kids. So much has changed since the two of you used to do this together, but you’re still every bit as in love with Shawn now as you were back them when you’d risk being grounded for breaking curfew if it meant you got a few stolen moments together. 

[easy-p-lemon]

Water Bug (blurb)

summary: Anon asked “Heyy could you write a Dad!shawn of him helping teach his son how to swim and comforting him when he gets nervous?”

A/N: I made it his daughter because I really like the Josephine character I’ve created and thought this would fit (you can read more with Josephine Mendes on my masterlist!)

“Daddy I changed my mind,” Josie said, eyeing the swimming pool with distrust.

Shawn had decided that today would be a good day to teach your four year old daughter how to swim. You had a pool in your backyard and since she was a baby Josie loved going in the water and clinging to you or Shawn while she splashed around. Yesterday, Shawn went out to buy the floaties she can put on her arms instead of the one she’d been wearing across her chest and figured that now would be a good time as ever to get her used to swimming on her own.

And Josie had been all excited to for her daddy to show her how to “swim like a big girl!” until she stood at the pool stairs and Shawn waited for her in the water.

“What do you mean love bug? You were so excited to swim inside?”

“Well,” Josie looked at her dad and then back to the water, raising her eyebrows. “Maybe you can just hold me? I don’t really want to swim anymore. I’m ok with being little.”

Shawn smiled and waded over to wear she was standing. “How about I hold you for a little bit and then you swim a little? I think you’ll really like swimming you little water bug.”

Josie giggle and reached out her arms, letting her dad take her into the middle of the water. “Daddy! I’m not a water bug!”

Shawn bent his knees so she was lower in the pool and let out an exaggerated sigh, always pulling out all the dramatics for to make her laugh.

“Well if you put a little love bug in the pool, what does she become?” He gave her a sassy look, “A water bug!”

Josie laughed and leaned back, flopping her arms out to the side so her hands dipped into the water. “But I don’t want to bug! I want to be girl!”

Shawn thought about this before raising his eyebrows. “What if you’re a girl water bug?”

Josie sat up and wrapped her arms around Shawn’s neck, nodding a little. “Ok, that works I guess.”

Shawn nodded back and turned to face you where you had been lounging by the pool, watching your husband being an absolute goof with your daughter and loving every second of it. “Did you hear that babe? Josephine agreed that she’s a water bug.”

“Girl water bug!” Josie corrected.

You laughed and nodded along, trying to seem serious (and failing). “Oh yes. You definitely look like a girl water bug to me.”

“But don’t you think a girl water bug should be able to swim? Like a big girl?” Shawn asked, looking at you.

“Oh yes,” you agreed “Or at least try and swim, even if she doesn't like it.”

Shawn looked back to the girl in his arms, “You ready to give it a try my little girl water bug?”

Josie tightened her arms and legs around Shawn, scared at the idea of being in the middle of the pool on her own.

“Daddy, I don’t want to be a girl water bug anymore.” she said, her head hiding in Shawn’s neck.

Shawn rubbed his hand up and down her back in soothing stokes, rocking side to side in the water to help calm her down.

“Why not baby?”

“I’m scared.”

Shawn leaned his head back so he could see her face. “Scared?” He repeated, eyebrows scrunched together, “Of the water?”

“Uh huh.”

“Honey,” he cooed, relaxing his face and giving her a big smile, “You don’t have to be scared. I’m right here, and I won’t let anything happen to you. I promise.”

Josie looked torn. On the one hand, she knew her daddy could scare away the monsters under her bed and always kept his promises, but on the other hand she was really scared of the water. Shawn could see that she didn’t totally believe him so he shifted her to one arm and brought his free arm up so that he could flex it for her.

“Josie look at how strong I am! The water won’t hurt you while I’m around.”

She looked at his arm and then back at his face. “Promise?”

He smiled and gave her kiss on each of her cheeks. “I promise. And once you start swimming you won’t even need me. You’ll be strong enough to fight off the water yourself.”

Josie thought about it just a few seconds more before she nodded and gave Shawn a kiss on his cheek too. “Ok. I’m ready to be a girl water bug!”

And after that, Josie couldn't get enough of swimming. Her and Shawn spent hours giggling in the pool and swimming around and when they finally got out of the water, Shawn wrapped her up in a towel, her little eyes dropping.

“So what did you think of swimming love bug?”

Josie closed her eyes and rested her head on his shoulder, giving him a big, tired smile. “It was so fun daddy. Thanks for protecting me from the water.”

He hugged her closer and pressed a long kiss to the top of her head. “Always bug. I’ll always protect you. I promise.”

A/N: I’d love to hear what you think - praise, criticism or otherwise! My requests are open! xoxo

[violetsandfluff]

Are you still taking requests for shawn? If so could you please write an imagine about single dad Shawn going on a holiday with his 3 year old daughter and his parents and sister and maybe his daughter runs off and they can’t find her for a couple hours?

Aww 🥺 ofc bb that’s so cute! This actually kinda choked me up, but in a good way. 🙈

I’m gonna call the baby Charm because in one interview, he said if he was a girl he’d name himself Charm. I couldn’t find it, but if anyone knows what it is, please tell me!! TW : running away? Also a bit of language.

“Charm, bubby,” Shawn laughed, pointing at his little sister. “Smile for auntie Liyah.”

Charm was dressed in a colorful floral bathing suit that was still dripping and full of sand. Her hair was done in twin Minnie Mouse buns, per her request, and thanks to Aliyah. She wore tiny, seemingly invincible stud earrings that shone in the afternoon sun.

Shawn pointed at the phone that Aaliyah was holding and Charm grinned at it, her little nose wrinkling, eyes squinting at the bright sun. Shawn’s hands were on her shoulders and he couldn’t help but love the energy his little girl was emitting.

As soon as the picture was taken, she ran toward the tide as it swelled up to the shore. She toppled over with its force and Shawn scooped her up, patting her back as she spluttered from the saltwater.

“Charm, honey, we can’t go in the water right now,” he explained gently as he rubbed more sunscreen into his daughter’s damp cheeks. “You don’t want to get hurt.”

As soon as he finished, she ran to a patch of sand and began drawing in it with a stick.

Shawn and Charm were on vacation with his family in Florida. They had been to Disney the day before and now they were at the beach. Charm was thoroughly enjoying every moment she spent out in the heat, something that was hardly achievable back home in Toronto.

Her cheeks, nose, shoulders, and forehead were pink from the sun, but not completely burnt. She looked like the sun’s angel beams had flown out of the sky and kissed her. All over. And she loved it.

She, Shawn, and Aaliyah had built a sandcastle during low tide and she had been obsessed with it.

The group of 5 was pleased with how their vacation had been going thus far. There had been a few minor hiccups along the way, but no lake (or ocean) was ever completely smooth.

Charm had run off to meet Rapunzel at Disney World and had Shawn not reached for her hand at that exact moment, she would have been claimed as a victim by the ruthless herds of children in the area.

He had taken his parent sense for granted, assuming that Charm would stick with Aaliyah wherever she went.

The sun was beginning to set, the tide was coming back in, and the beach’s family hours were over. The adults were in a hurry to pack up to avoid adult time.

Shawn pulled a plain white T-shirt over his damp curls before folding up his family’s towels.

Karen was busy packing up the snacks, Manny was collapsing the umbrella, and Aaliyah was folding up chairs.

They got their things together and started walking the distance to the exit. Shawn was cramming the beach bag full of various towels and sunscreen bottles as he walked, which Aaliyah found incredibly amusing. She waddled up behind him, shouting, “Boo!”

Shawn dropped his bag before hurling a dirty glance at his teenage sister.

“Sorry, she giggled. “That was meant for…wait.”

“What?” Shawn panicked, looking around. He didn’t like his sister’s tone. He was missing something. “Meant for what, Liyah? Talk to me.”

“Shawn,” she breathed, “where is Charm?”

Shawn’s heart sank in his chest. “Charm!” He dropped his bags at her feet and took off running, cussing himself out internally. He told himself how shitty a father he was. He didn’t even notice his child going missing. There were tons of adults streaming in the gates now as the sun set.

They had alcohol. God damn, some of the creepy ones were probably already wasted. Shawn’s heart beat at an almost unprecedented rate. It pumped no blood, only adrenaline.

“Charm!”

People were starting to look at him funny, but he didn’t give a fuck or anything less. All he wanted was his daughter. In his arms. Safe. Back in the hotel room, her warm, sleepy body resting comfortably on his chest as he sang her a lullaby.

He shoved rudely past people as tears pricked his eyes, threatening to fall. He shook his head to clear it as he ran, shaking some tears off his cheeks.

This resembled a nightmare, he thought as he slowed down. His side ached horribly. It felt as if a dagger had been stabbed through him. He clutched it as his head throbbed, gasping desperately for air.

This was what his nightmares were made of. There was no way in hell this was real. He could just sit down in the sand and bury himself and wake up eventually. Charm would be right there, snuggled up beside him in her Moana blanket, holding her stuffed elephant by its butt.

But if he wasn’t willing to find her, what the fuck business did he have being a father? None.

He tore off to where he thought their chairs had been, pushing a group of four out of the way. There were two older people and two younger people, but he thought not much of it.

The women were talking frantically on the phone while the men looked dazed. Wasted pedophiles, thought Shawn in disgust.

What if he never found his little girl? There would be no point in living. Eventually his body, like hers, would be located. And so be it.

He heard Charm’s voice everywhere, calling, “Daddy! Daddy, I’m right here!” The thought of her alone, crying for him in the dark made his heart ache.

He became aware of footsteps running soundly behind him, but he thought it was a hallucination. He would run all around the globe millions and billions of times just to see his daughter’s sweet smile again.

“You! In the white shirt and navy swim trunks!”

Shawn turned around to see the young man from earlier. Out of breath, he just stared at the man for a second before moaning feverishly, “I’m sorry, sir, I’ve gotta go find my daughter!”

“No! We have your daughter.”

A million thoughts raced through Shawn’s mind. Either these people were good, kind souls or they had kidnapped Charm and expected him to pay them ransom.

He would give them his every penny, his home, his everything as long as he could see his daughter. And keep her forever.

“Charm is her name,” despite his brusque stance, he seemed genuine. “She has a floral bathing suit and she said you were her dad.

Shawn ran toward her, arms spread open wide, and engulfed her in a huge hug. Tears streamed down his face as he kissed her profusely.

“Charm,” he breathed, “where were you, Junebug?”

She pointed to the remains of her sandcastle. “Daddy, why are you crying?” She took his hands in hers and patted them gently as if consoling him.

Scooping her up, he said nothing, just nuzzled his nose into her neck. “I’m just happy I found you, sweetheart, that’s all.”

“If you’re happy, why are you crying?”

He was about to explain the complexity of post-puberty emotions when his eyes fell upon the family she had found.

There was a tall, fit man with chocolate-colored curls, a dark-haired girl in a bikini, and two older adults. They had set up right where Shawn’s family had been.

“You’re smart, Charmer,” Shawn said breathlessly before turning to the family. “Thank you. Thank you so much. How can ever repay you?”

“I could use a beer right about now,” the brusque man stated gruffly before bursting out laughing.

“Oh,” scoffed his wife. “Don’t pay my husband any mind. We’ve got a cooler full of it right here.”

Shawn chuckled, wiping tears from the corners of his eyes. “Ha. Can I please…” he reached into his pocket in search of his wallet before realizing that it wasn’t in his swim trunks. “If you’ll let me go get my wallet, I can…”

“No,” the older man said, waving his hand in the air. “No need. She’s a good girl.”

Shawn laughed dryly. “Good girl, huh?”

Charm began tugging on his arm, dragging him toward his panicked family that had regrouped by the exit.

“I feel horrible,” he said m. “Please. Let me…”

“Nope. Bye now, have a nice night!”

Shawn shook his head as he walked away, Charm skipping ahead. They walked away into the dark parking lot, Charm chattering all the way.

Shawn’s breath was still shaky from the scare and he was still beating himself up internally, but his daughter was in his arms, in his lap, right where she belonged.

[fallinallincurls]

hi bre congrats on one year im so glad i found your tumblr!!! for 🥂 could you 13,16,100 and for shawn and maybe hockey player dad shawn bc thats my favourite thing of yours!!!!🖤🖤🖤

thank you so much for the kind words and the request!! hope you like this little blurb! and i love hockey!dad!shawn more than anything too trust me!

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The noise of the front door closing softly floats through the air and even though you acknowledge the sound, you don’t open your eyes. You know it’s your husband coming home from celebrating with his teammates after another huge win against an Original Six rival. And on most nights, you’d be bounding to the door in excitement to greet him with an overwhelming amount of kisses and praises about how well he played, but tonight, you barely have enough energy to think straight.

“Hey, love. Sorry I’m late.” Shawn whispers, kneeling down next to your face. You’ve moved to laying on the couch after the fifth baby Sky awoke tonight, knowing you were never going to get real sleep. Now, with your cheek squished into the cushions, your eyes open and meet Shawn’s beautiful hazel ones. He’s already rubbing soothing circles on your back as he leans in to kiss your forehead.

“How was celebrating?” You ask groggily, trying to hide how tired you are. Having a baby is like living on borrowed time and you know any minute, her cries are going to erupt again which means you’re needed once more. Shawn smiles at your adorable, but sleepy state, and leaves one more kiss behind on your forehead.

“It was good, but missed you. Wanted to get back here as soon as possible.” Shawn admits bashfully, cheeks burning with blush even in the dim light. A small giggle slips past your lips and you shake your head at him. For one of Toronto’s most well loved hockey players and arguably one of the best in the entire league, your husband is a total softie for his two girls.

You and his little daughter.

“What are you doing down here anyway? It’s like 2 a.m. and you should be all cuddled up in bed sleeping. You didn’t have to stay up for me if that’s what you did.” Shawn questions, brows furrowing in confusion while he brushes back your hair from your face.

“It’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyway. Sky keeps waking up like every half hour and it’s almost impossible to get any kind of sleep. After I fed her last time, I just claimed a spot on the couch.” The confession tumbles off your lips with a yawn following immediately after. Shawn’s gaze immediately softens and he doesn’t hesitate to scoop you up in his strong arms. “Bubs, what are you-” 

“Shh, you’re going to bed now. I’ll take care of Sky if she wakes up.” Shawn answers smoothly and although your heart swells with love, you know you can’t let him take on the responsibility by himself tonight. Not after such a tough and demanding game.

“Shawn, you need your rest. You played a full game tonight plus overtime and a shootout, plus you have practice early tomorrow. I can’t let you do this.” You begin rambling, fisting his shirt in your hand to show the concern rushing through your veins. 

“Baby, you need sleep too, you know? You’re doing so amazing, I promise. But breaks are important for you just as much. You do everything when I’m away on roadies so the least I can do is take care of her when you’re clearly exhausted. Game tonight or not. I don’t care. I love you and I love her so much.” Shawn explains, voice gentle and full of love as he carefully places you on the bed and helps you get cozy under the blankets. 

The moment you feel the mattress beneath you, a sigh of relief escapes. Shawn chuckles, knowing he’s right. And although you can feel the drowsiness pulling you under for sleep, you’re still stunned speechless, searching for words to respond to Shawn’s sweet, caring admittance. He’s more observant that you give him credit for.

“I got so lucky with you and I will never know how. I love you, bubs. Thank you.” You mumble, cupping his cheeks in your hands before kissing tenderly. Shawn smiles against your lips and the familiar feeling of love fills your body.

“I love you. Now rest. I’ll be right here until she wakes up.” Shawn reassures you, quickly stripping to crawl into bed next to you. 

“And bubs?”

“Hm?” Shawn hums against your shoulder, arms wrapped around your middle.

“Sky and I are so proud of you. She doesn’t totally grasp the whole concept yet, but she was the happiest watching the game tonight.” You say quietly and before Shawn can even recognize the fluttering of his heart, you’re asleep in his embrace. The grin stays in place on his face though as he kisses your shoulder blade.

Little does Sky know that every goal, penalty minute, celebration, skate on the rink and win is for her. That little girl is Toronto’s star hockey player’s motive for everything.

[magicalmarauder]

Missing Piece

Pairing: Shawn Mendes x Reader

Warnings: None!

Word Count: 3k+

Summary: You and Shawn have been dating for about a year and share a beautiful relationship together. And a  huge part of that relationship includes Shawn’s four-year-old daughter. However, when you are watching said daughter for the afternoon, she suffers from a severe allergic reaction and you must rush her to the ER. How will Shawn react? Will your relationship be able to survive this?

“Madelyn!” You called out as you placed the finishing touches on the apple pie recipe you had tirelessly been working on all afternoon in the efforts of getting on the good side of the sassy, yet sweet toddler you were currently watching.

“Coming!” You heard a small voice shout back, followed by rapid footsteps bounding down the hallway.

“No running!” You warned, shaking your head fondly at the little girl that you had quickly come to adore.

“Sorry!” A sheepish voice responded, followed by the sound of small, little footsteps carrying on at a much slower and safer pace.

This is what your life consisted of now. Pretending to be princesses while hosting tea parties for a company of very distinguished stuffed animals. Tickle wars in an attempt to tire out the little girl with an energy level that knew no limits. Wiping stuffy noses. Inventing bedtime stories out of the depths of your imagination in an attempt to entertain the toddler who already had every other storybook memorized. It was crazy and it was chaotic and it certainly was not where you envisioned your life to be at this stage, but you wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.

Last year, you had no idea the adventure that you would be taken on when you met the one and only Shawn Mendes. Being a bit of a social recluse and definitely not up on the latest pop culture, you not only had no idea that the adorable, curly-haired boy sending butterflies straight to your stomach was not only an international pop-sensation, but the father of an incredible four-year old little girl.

Although you had learned pretty quickly that the boy that was quickly capturing your heart was no ordinary man, what with all the cameras that were constantly trailing him, it wasn’t until after the third date that he broke down and confessed that there was another girl in his life. A daughter. The result of an impassioned night a few years ago that had completely altered the course of his life forever.

You remembered that night quite vividly. You remembered how Shawn had barely been able to look you in the eye, too scared to see your reaction and lose what he could already see was the beginning of a beautiful and long-lasting relationship. He hadn’t wanted to do anything to risk losing you, but his daughter came first. She always had and she always would. And if you couldn’t get on board with that, it would absolutely devastate him, but you would have to let each other go.

So, it came as quite a surprise when you merely smiled at him and asked her name and what she was like.

Shawn had stared at you in shock, mouth slightly hanging open in disbelief, that not being the reaction he had prepared himself for. However, he had recovered quickly enough and immediately launched into a beautiful description of the little girl who held his entire heart.

Hearing him talk about his daughter had filled you with such an awe for the man before you. Obviously, you had seen the powerful bond between parent and child at play in the lives of many close friends and family members, but there seemed to be something special between Shawn and Madelyn. You weren’t sure if it was the fact that he had raised her himself and it had always been the two of them against the world or if it was because the two of them were so strikingly, shockingly similar that they connected and understood one another on a level that no one else could comprehend. Or maybe it was a combination of the two or something entirely different. Whatever the reason though, you found their relationship completely endearing and found yourself already falling in love with the little girl Shawn painted such a vivid picture of.

That night had ended with you placing a kiss on his cheek, thanking him for opening up and being honest about such a special, intimate part of his life and sharing your hope to one day meet the special little girl.

Shawn had grinned, a light blush dusting his cheeks, stating that he couldn’t wait for that day too. The day where his family would be complete. He didn’t know if he was jumping the gun, but he didn’t care. He could already see you fitting seamlessly into his life with himself and his daughter, the missing puzzle piece in both of their lives.

However, despite his confidence, it wasn’t until about a month later that you were actually introduced to little Madelyn. Shawn and yourself had both been extremely nervous for this moment, recognizing the gravity behind it. Nevertheless, after introducing you as his new friend, Madi had confidently grabbed your hand, dragged you over to her play room, and given you a role to play in the tea party she was throwing.

And the rest was history.

You and Madi had clicked instantly. There was never any discomfort or awkwardness. Madi felt comfortable speaking freely in front of you and would constantly ask Shawn when the next time she would be able to see you, claiming you were her favorite play mate and joking that the food at dinner was always a lot better when you were involved.

And now here you were, almost a year later, a natural part of their lives and neither Shawn, Madi, or yourself could imagine things any differently. They brought love and laughter into your life and you brought a peace and life into theirs that had been absent for so long. You fit so perfectly into their lives, just as Shawn had predicted all that time ago when you had first met.

So, as you had said, this wasn’t at all how you would have anticipated your life to play out, but you wouldn’t trade it for the world. That little girl may not have been yours by blood, but she was yours in every other sense of the world. You cuddled her when she was sick, kissed her scraped knees and elbows, and played hour after hour of whatever made-up game she had created for that day. And you did it all with a smile on your face and love in your heart.

Shawn had quickly noticed the attachment formed between his daughter and yourself as well, which was why he trusted you whole-heartedly to look after her. With his job, he was constantly traveling to play shows, create music in the studio, do interviews, or attend award shows. Granted, he didn’t travel as much as he did before Madelyn, but he was still away quite a bit. Before meeting you, his parents had been the one to watch Madi while he was away, but as the two of you had gotten more serious, you had both talked with each other and with Madelyn and finally agreed that you staying with Madelyn would be best. Shawn had been nervous to say the least while away that first time; however, his nerves were quickly assuaged upon returning home and discovering a large fort set up in the middle of the living room, dolls scattered everywhere, and huge grins on both of your faces.

Things had been going so well ever since and you wouldn’t trade one moment of your crazy journey for anything in the world.

“Oooh!! Yummy!” A sudden voice squealed, pulling you out of your daydream and focusing your attention on the girl in front of you, messy curls flying everywhere, mismatched socks on her feet, and bright red lipstick painted messily on her little lips.

“Uh, uh, uh” you scolded. “This is for AFTER dinner.” Swiftly, you pushed the pie further back onto the counter where her grabby hands wouldn’t be able to reach. That girl had a sweet tooth like no other. You swore she had some sort of magnetic ability to sniff out sweets within a ten-mile radius.

“Aww, please, Y/N! Please!” She begged, jutting her bottom lip out and looking at you with those big doe-eyes. “Just one little piece, please!”

You looked down at her, biting your lip in consideration. Handing out dessert before dinner was definitely not a good precedent to set, especially with this little sugar monster, but you couldn’t deny that your mouth was watering for a slice of pie too. You were a nurse at the local hospital and lately your hours had been stacking up. Your unit was short-staffed and the patients coming in seemed to be sicker and more demanding than ever. You were exhausted. Not only physically, but mentally and emotionally as well. You felt like you were a zombie merely going through the motions lately. You huffed internally. Damn it, you worked hard. And if you wanted to relax with a piece of pie, you damn well would.

“Alright,” you finally relented, eliciting a wave of squeals and excited bouncing from the little girl. “But only one piece,” you stated firmly. “And your dad doesn’t find out,” you added on.

Madi nodded enthusiastically. “Cross my heart,” she stated seriously, bounces dying down as she looked up at you in an effort to convey the truth of her statement.

You nodded, exchanging a conspiratorial grin with the girl before dishing up a plate for her and yourself.

“Go sit down at the table and I’ll grab you a glass of milk.”

“Okay!” She agreed happily, taking a hold of her plate and walking over to the table.

Opening the cabinet, you searched for a glass before diving into the refrigerator for the jug of milk that had somehow gotten pushed all the way to the back of the shelf.

“How’s it tasting, Madi?” You asked, knowing her well enough to know that there was no way she was going to wait for you to join her before digging into her dessert.

“Madi?” You questioned, when you didn’t get the usual satisfied sigh and mumbled response through a mouth full of food.

“MADI?!” You screamed again as you turned and noticed her clutching her throat, struggling to take in a breath of air, eyes looking at you in panic.

“Oh my gosh,” you cried out, rushing toward the little girl, placing your hands on her shoulders and having to refrain yourself from shaking her in panic. “Madi! What happened? Baby, what’s going on?”

She tried to gurgle out a response, words failing to emerge from her mouth as her airway continued to close. Eyes dancing around the small kitchen wildly, everything clicked into place as you noticed the small container of cinnamon still sitting atop the counter, looking so innocent despite the fact that it was the reason why this little girl was suddenly unable to breathe.

“Oh my gosh, your allergies!” You exclaimed, the weight of the situation clicking in your mind as you began to panic even more. How could you be so careless?

“Your EpiPen!” You remembered. “Hold on baby, don’t move, I’ll be right back!”

Sprinting into the bathroom down the hall, you ripped the drawer out of its hinges in your haste to find the small pen that would reverse the effects of the cinnamon coursing through Madi’s body. Throwing random supplies out of the way, your fingers finally wrapped around the small EpiPen, grabbing hold of the object before rushing back into the kitchen, where you found Madi in the same position you had left her in.

“Hold on, sweetheart, it’s going to be okay, I got you,” you tried to soothe, swallowing down your own panic as you uncapped the pen and slammed it down into her thigh, allowing the medicine to inject into her system and reverse the action of the allergen.

Immediately, the medication seemed to take effect, as Madi’s breathing began to even out and her airways opened, allowing air to fill her lungs again. Tears rushing down her face, she reached forward and wrapped her little arms around you tightly.

“You’re okay, you’re okay, I got you,” you repeated over and over again, tears running down your own cheeks in relief as you held onto the little girl in your arms for dear life.

“I’ve got you, I’m so sorry, Madi, I’ve got you.”

“I know,” her tired voice finally responded, face burrowing into your neck.

You squeezed her tightly one more time before pulling away. “C’mon, sweetheart, we’ve gotta get you to the hospital. Get you checked out. Just make sure everything’s okay.”

She nodded, wrapping her arms around you and allowing you to pick her up and carry her outside and towards the car.

***

Once you got to the hospital, got checked in, and the nurses and doctors took Madi back to get her checked out, you dialed Shawn’s familiar number, steeling yourself for the hard conversation that was about to come.

“Hi beautiful!” Shawn’s cheerful voice answered after only two rings. “I’m finishing up in the studio right now and then I’ll be heading home. How are my two favorite girls doing?”

“Shawn,” you sniffled. “Shawn, I —“

“Woah, baby, what happened?” He questioned, the laughter immediately leaving his voice as he picked up on the seriousness of your tone. “What’s wrong?”

“It - it - it’s Madi,” you finally managed to choke out, another sob leaving your throat as you heard Shawn take a sharp inhale. “She’s okay now,” you stated hurriedly, not wanting him to think the worst. “But, she accidentally ate some cinnamon.”

Shawn cursed, his free hand fisting into his hair in fear and stress as he grabbed his keys and ran out of the studio without another word.

“I got her EpiPen from the bathroom,” you carried on, sobs slowing down into sniffles as you continued to relate the events of the afternoon. “It kicked in pretty quickly and she started breathing easier, but I still wanted to bring her to the hospital to get checked out. They just took her back to get looked at.”

“What hospital are you at?” Shawn demanded.

You gave him the name and instructions on where to find you within the crowded ER.

“I’m on my way,” he grunted, the sound of his jeep starting up over the other line before the line went dead.

***

About ten minutes later, you heard frantic footsteps approaching you. Looking up, you were met with Shawn’s panicked face. “Where is she?” He cried.

Standing up, you placed your hands over his in order to calm his frenzied movements. “Shawn,” you stated, his eyes coming down to meet your own. “She’s going to be okay. The doctors and nurses took her back to get her checked out and give her a breathing treatment if necessary, but she was doing okay.  She’s going to be just fine,” you urged, hoping your words would sink in and calm his anxious nerves.

Shawn slowly let out a breath, closing his eyes and nodding to himself as he allowed your words to permeate the panic that had been clouding his every thought since he had first received the news.

“She’s going to be just fine,” you reiterated, thumb stroking his palm soothingly.

After a couple more deep breaths, Shawn finally looked up and once again met your gaze, this time with a hardness in his expression that you had never once seen directed at you. “What happened?” He asked, pulling his hands out of your grasp and crossing his arms over his chest.

You gulped, the nerves returning to you as you could see the direction this conversation was going.

“I – I don’t know,” you murmured brokenly, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes. “ I really don’t know, Shawn.” You shook your head as if trying to clear all the jumbled thoughts in order to seek out an answer you know you didn’t have. “I’ve been so tired and stressed with work, I wasn’t thinking. I must have added cinnamon to the pie I was making without even realizing it. I’m usually so, so careful though. I just – I  - Shawn – I’m. . .”

Your words broke off, unable to form a coherent sentence as the events from earlier came crashing back to the forefront of your mind as well as the very real possibility of what could have happened if there hadn’t been an EpiPen available.

Shawn closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, before looking back down at you with that same hardened gaze. “How could you have let this happen, Y/N? How could you be so careless? And with my daughter’s life of all things!”

“I – Shawn!” You cried, tears flowing more freely down your face as you received the full brunt of his anger and blame. “You have to know I never meant to cause any harm! I would never, ever knowingly risk Madi’s health or safety, she’s like a daughter to me!”

“But she’s not,” Shawn growled.

You recoiled as if you had been slapped. “What?” You whispered brokenly.

“She’s not your daughter. She’s mine. And you just proved to me that you’re not worthy of being in her life. You were way too careless and it could have cost Madi her life.”

You stared at Shawn in disbelief, unable to even comprehend the words leaving his mouth right now. You opened and closed your mouth, struggling to respond, heart breaking at the accusation laced in Shawn’s tone and the words that were ripping you apart.

“Shawn, I –“

“Don’t,” he interrupted, holding up a hand. “Just go, please. I don’t want you here right now and I’m sure Madi doesn’t want you here right now either. You’ve done quite enough.”

“But, Shawn, you – I –“

“Leave!” He demanded, eyes flashing, fists clenching in anger.

Jumping back, sobs escaping your throat and tears coating your face, you began murmuring “’I’m sorry, I’m so sorry” over and over again as you turned on your heel and ran out of the emergency room, trying to escape the curious eyes that followed you and the words that cut into your soul like a knife.

What did you think? Part 2??

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[shessoparticular]

Headphones - s.m

I finally wrote a blurb !!

Without further ado, pls enjoy.

You and Shawn had decided pretty early on in your relationship that you wanted it to remain private, but this became harder after the birth of your daughter Frankie. The fans knew Shawn had a girlfriend but didn’t know who she was and they definitely didn’t know of Frankie’s existence. You wanted to keep it that way, at least for a little while longer. 

18 months after she was born, Shawn decided it was finally time to go on tour again after only playing sporadic festival dates and the two of you had decided to join him for most of the North American dates. It would be the first time Frankie would see her daddy play live. 

The two of you were seated towards the back of the floor in the massive arena, close to Shawn’s B stage with Frankie sporting a pair of massive, noise cancelling headphones. She looked adorable. “Bub! Smile at mommy’s camera. I wanna send a photo to daddy” You told your daughter as she looked up at you with that famous Mendes smile. There was no denying she was his daughter. You sent the photo off and tried to entertain your little girl before her daddy took the stage. 

After ten minutes of nagging from your daughter, Shawn finally took the stage and your daughter couldn’t take her eyes off him. “Daddy! My dada” She squealed in delight, watching her favorite person in the entire world command the stage. You knew she loved you, but Frankie was a total daddy’s girl. 

It was halfway through the show when Shawn finally made it to the B stage. “So..” he started, sitting at his piano. “This is the first show where my daughter is in the audience, she’s wearing these adorably big headphones and she looks so cute. I think I could’ve died looking at the photo. I’ve waited a really long time for this moment”. This statement caused the arena to roar as Shawn had never mentioned her before. “I love you, Frankie. This one’s for you” He claimed proudly, as he motioned in your direction, before playing the opening keys to her favorite song, Life of the Party. 

If Frankie’s distinct brown curls or the AAA passes hanging around both of your necks weren’t obvious to your section of the audience before, they definitely were now. Girls seated around you in the audience were muttering words and quickly snapping pictures of both you and your daughter, who was perched on your hip, pretending to sing along to every word of her favorite song from her daddy. 

She wasn’t Shawn’s little secret anymore.

[mywrittingwonderland]

Liberty (Quarantine edition)

I missed writing, I figured I would go back to it with something cute. I have an exam tomorrow, but I will be writing more afterwards ❤️ To read more from little Peter: dAdvices

- - - - - - - - - - - - - Shawn and his wife were cuddled up on the sofa with the TV on. That was a rare occasion, especially in quarantine, but their son had run the entire day playing and went to sleep earlier than usual, or at least they thought that.

“I kinda missed you, Baby,” Shawn said, smiling and kissing her neck softly while she sipped her tea. “I was talking with Andrew, and I think I will do more spaced out tours from now on, like 2 weeks on the road, 3 weeks home.” He said, catching her attention. “I know these are some very messed up times, but I really like being home, and it’s been so long that I was home for that much at once, I really missed you and Peter. And I... sometimes I feel like I am missing out on him, he is growing up too fast, I know we talk on the phone every day when I am away, but it’s not the same.” He explained.

“I understand, I just don’t want you to think you need to stop living your dream.” She said, being too kind with him, as always.

“I don’t think that... to be honest my dream at the moment is to go to all school rehearsals from music class, and all the art expositions, and to see him swim alone for the first time in the swimming class... I really don’t want to miss the little things anymore, life is just so fragile.” Shawn said, kissing the top of her head and smelling her shampoo. “And there are also the things you want to do, I know we talked before Peter, and I know you are okay with slowing down a bit, but I want for you to have what you are allowing me to have this past 4 years.” He said, knowing she could have had more opportunities but that she allowed him and his career to come first.

“I love you.” She said, grabbing his hand and planting a kiss on it. “And don’t worry, I feel happy, I am still working, I am not travelling around as much for volunteering... but  I can’t complain, I love the projects around the city too. But of course, I would love to have you around more, I am not gonna complain about that.” She said, making him smile.

Their cosy little moment was interrupted by quick, small steps coming from the stairs.

“Peter, you know you are not supposed to run down the stairs” Shawn said as soon as he reached them.

“But Dad, I need you to come up with me, fast.” He said preparing to run up the stairs, but before he could, Shawn was faster and to grab and place him on his shoulders.

“No running the stairs little one, you could get hurt, and we don’t want that.” He explained and started to go up the stairs.

“Okay, sorry, Dad, but go fast.” He said making Shawn look at his wife one more time only to see her smiling at both of them.

“Can mommy come too?” Shawn asked.

“Yes, busy fast, we are losing time.” Peter urged.

Once they were upstairs, Shawn placed him on the ground again, and he started running one more time in the direction of his room.

“Oh my God” Shawn said, worried that he would trip because of how fast he was running.

“Let’s just go, I am sure he will be fine” His wife said, grabbing his hand and directing both to Peter’s room.

When they got there, Peter was looking out okay the window in silence, very focused on something.

“What are you seeing, Pete?” Shawn asked.

“Shhhh.” He said, putting his little finger on his mouth. With the spare hand, he motioned for them to come near the window.

Once the couple came closer, there were 2 butterflies is a hand distance from them. A couple seconds later, they flew away from the window, and Peter whispered:

“Liberty is so beautiful” - - - - - - - - - - - General Taglist: @arypesanchez @turtoix @ivegotparticulartaste @lanallaa  

[monikamendes]

"Thank you for being by my side for so many years. I love you so much"

The amount of love that I hold for this man is unmeasurable. I'm proud to say that I've been a fan of this immensly talented man ever since early 2013, no breaks, no abandoning, only the largest amounts of unconditional support and adoration through all these years full of ups and downs. I know this upcoming album will be another masterpiece, another piece of him given to us to see and know him personally, humanly, raw.

STREAM WONDER THIS FRIDAY 💙

[lonelyreputation]

“Cuts!” (Dad!Shawn)

A/N: Well…After mobile decided to just do away with this whole fic…Here it is! Again!! Woot! Gotta love google docs though! Also! Thank you, thank you THANK YOU for all your kind words with Chameleon! It’s one of my favorite things I’ve ever written, so your kind word have made me 🥺

But I figured some fluff is in need after it soooo…Here’s some Dad!Shawn🥳 

Summary: Your kid runs on stage in the midst of Shawn performing 

MASTERLIST | LET’S CHAT 🥂 

Warnings: absolutely none😌

WC: 3.1K // Fluff

You’d never forget the feeling the first time Shawn asked you to watch one of his shows side stage.  You were just nineteen, hopelessly enamored with the boy who played guitar, that looked back at you after every song.  And to reassure him, you always gave him a thumbs up.

And you’d never forget the day where you first watched a show with his family and friends.  You were twenty-one, not knowing how it took you this long to watch a show with his family and friends, but then again, a relationship between an international pop-star and a university student was a bit challenging.  You sang with his mom, kept your voice low as you talked with his dad about how proud both of you were of him, and held Aaliyah’s hand as the two of you danced around.

Then later on in your relationship, you eventually invited your friends and family to see Shawn perform.  And soon after that, it was both of your families watching Shawn from the side stage. And even after years of watching him, he still looked back at you after every song, and you still gave him a reassuring thumbs up.

And now with being married to Shawn…It was time to take your son––Jake––to his father’s shows and watch from the side stage.

It was a very hot and muggy summer night as Shawn played an amphitheater somewhere in the United States.  While you and Shawn wanted to have your kid live a normal life as much as possible, that meant not traveling around with Shawn for the entirety of tour.  Jake was five and had his own little world of sports, making friends, and summer camps in Toronto.

You always thought standing side stage was the best view.  With the crew members rushing by, Cez off to the side mumbling into his headset, and Andrew typing on his phone while glancing up every once in a while…It made you feel like you were nineteen again.

Caught up in your own nostalgia of when you first dated Shawn, you almost didn’t feel the tug on your shorts.

Looking down, you smiled at your son who was an exact replica of his dad with his straight brown hair––that you knew would curl as he got older––and a smile that you would do anything for.

You bent down to his height and smiled, “Yeah?”

“Hungry!” He shouted at you while pointing to his stomach.  With the protective headphones you and Shawn made him wear, he was compensating for not being able to hear his voice loud enough, which made you chuckle.

You nodded your head, placed your hands on your knees before standing up, and reached a hand out for him to take.  He gripped his little hand around yours and you felt your heart swell up because how on earth did you and Shawn make an absolute perfect person.

Walking back to the dressing room for the snacks, Jake would either enthusiastically high-five or fist bump every crew member he saw.  The smile on his face when they reciprocated his high-five made your heart swell even more.  Jake was just like your husband in that sense, always loving the attention he got from people.

Once you made it to Shawn’s dressing room, Jake pointed at his protective headphones, “Mommy! Can I take these off!”

With a soft laugh, you nodded your head as you walked over, taking them off for him.  Once his headphones were off, he made a dash to the table in the back.

It warmed your heart to see animal crackers and fruit snacks on the table with juice boxes in the mini-fridge.  Whenever Shawn knew you and Jake were coming out to see him on the road, he always added Jake’s favorite snacks to his rider so that they would be in his dressing before they arrived.  

The first time Shawn did it melted your heart, and he continued to have Jake’s favorite snacks on demand.  Sometimes he would even request some rice krispy treats or chocolate brownies.  That would earn him a glare from you, but he always said he wanted to give his son something special when he came and visited his dad.

And then the eye roll you gave your husband would always turn into soft eyes.

“Jake,” You said his name, and he looked up at you with wide eyes, as he stuck his whole hand into his mouth to put one snack in his mouth, “We don’t want to miss the show, come on.”

He nodded his head and grabbed a red box of animal crackers as he scurried over to you, “Is daddy done soon?”

You nodded your head, “He’ll be done in a little bit,” you said as you made sure his protective headphones were snug in place on his head.

“Can I sleep in the tiny bed on daddy’s bus again!”  Jake was now back to his yelling, “It’s like a fort!”

Before you left the room, you picked him up so you could walk to the stage faster, and answered his question, raising your voice just a tad so he could hear you, “We might be in a hotel tonight, but you can ask him.”

“Okay!” He yelled in your face.

Once you were back in your designated spot on the side stage, Jake pointed up at Cez’s large headset that he used to communicate with the rest of the crew, “Uncle C has phones just like me!”

Just barely hearing the comment, Cez turned around, offered your son a fist bump and smirked at Andrew, “I think I’m the favorite uncle.”

You didn’t hear the rest of their bickering, as you moved a bit closer to the edge of the back stage, still behind the curtain, wanting to get the best view of your husband.  Setting Jake down on the ground, he instantly plopped down as he shouted, “Criss-cross applesauce!” before sitting down in that exact position.

“Mommy!” Jake looked up at you with wide eyes as he yelled up at you.

You bent down, setting the plate you brought from the dressing room on the ground, as you opened up the box animal crackers, “Yes, sweetie?”

“Can daddy have applesauce in the next room?!”

And like when he asked you about sleeping in one of the tour bunks, you said, “If you ask him nicely, maybe he’ll get it.” You pressed a kiss to his forehead as you dumped out the animal crackers on the plate.

A song had just finished, and like every time since you were nineteen, Shawn looked back at you, but the only difference was now he also looked at your son.  You threw both of your thumbs up, and when you looked down at your son, he was playing with the giraffe and elephant, making animal noises.  

With a shrug and a roll of your eyes, you blew Shawn an overdramatic kiss and he laughed.

Shawn was in the midst of giving an introductory speech to one of his songs when you heard the unmistakable mommy shout from your son.

Like routine; you bent down, hands on your knees, and smiled at your son, “Yeah?”

He took a sip of his juice box, sipping up all the contents until his cheeks were hollow and a slurping sound was made, signaling an empty drink.  He set the justice box down and let out an ah, “Is it hard to do what Daddy does?”

You ran your fingers through his hair, “You have to be good in front of a lot of people.”

“Like…” Jake looked down and started counting on his hands, eyes growing wide as he shoved all ten of his fingers in your face, “Ten people?!”

You threw your head back in laughter, but then controlled yourself when you saw your son’s eyes wide with worry, “A lot more than ten,” you smiled, “There’s a lot a lot of people out there watching daddy now.”

“A lot…” His voice trailed off, not truly understanding the figurative concept of a lot of people.  He was silent as he stared at Shawn, strumming his guitar and singing into the microphone, before looking back at you, “I think I wanna do what daddy does.”

You always thought that you were prepared to answer any one of Jake’s outrageous questions or statements.  You’d gotten questions about why tigers had stripes, why was the sky the same color as the pool water, and even the dreaded––where do I come from, mommy––question.  Never had you once entertained the idea of Jake wanting to be a performer.

You let out a nervous laugh because there was a lot more to Shawn’s job than just singing in front of people.  And it was way too complicated to explain to your son now.  So you went with a simple skill that was needed to be a performer, “You have to be able to play an instrument.”

“Like the pino daddy plays at home?”

Another genuine laugh escaped your lips, but your son was all serious as he looked straight into your eyes.  You cleared your throat before answering him, “It’s pronounced piano,” you softly corrected him, “And yeah…Something like that. Or play the guitar––like the one daddy is playing now,” Jake’s head whipped around to see his father, “Just talk to him about it and I’m sure he’ll teach you.”

“Okay,” Jake nodded his head as he went back to eating his animal crackers, “I wanna be like daddy.”

Your heart melted at how determined he sounded.  Most little kids wanted to be like their parents when they grew up.  And hearing Jake say those words gave you an indication that you and Shawn were doing something right with parenting.

But what happened next caught you off guard.

One second Jake was sitting next to you, playing with his animal cracker, and then the next second…He’s up and running towards Shawn on stage.  You tried yelling out for your son to come back, but he couldn’t hear you with his protective headphones on.

You looked at Cez with wild eyes and he nodded his head, saying something into his headset along the lines of––Shawn, you got a visitor––and you saw Shawn’s posture straighten up as he stopped singing into the microphone.  

Both you and Shawn were caught off guard by the intensified shrieks of the crowd when your son came into view on stage.  Shawn would occasionally post about his son on social media, but the two of you agreed it would be best to keep him off for the most part.

It didn’t take long for Shawn to look back at you to notice that his son was missing because he saw Jake running across the stage.

Shawn took the microphone off the stand and nervously laughed into it, “Just a second, guys.”

When Jake finally reached his dad, Shawn gently slung the guitar so it was resting on his back and bent down, “What’s up, bud?” While he wasn’t purposefully speaking into the microphone, the machine still picked up his voice and broadcasted it to the audience, “Mommy’s over there on the side.”

There was a mix of screams and aw’s from the audience as Shawn pointed toward you.  But Jake shook his head.  He took after his father in being stubborn, although Shawn was convinced that he got the stubbornness from you.

Like his father, Jake wanted to be the center of attention.  

Jake grabbed the microphone out of his hands, which caused both your eyes and Shawn’s eyes to widen in surprise, as he spoke rather loudly into the microphone, not knowing that he could just speak in his regular voice.

“I wanna be like you, daddy!” Shawn’s face lit up with a smile as he tilted his head back in laughter, “I wanna––I wanna sing and play pino and gitar––”

You didn’t think the screams could get any louder, but you were highly mistaken.  While you would’ve gladly gone out on stage to carry your son off of it, you were quite the opposite of your husband and Jake when it came to attention.

Shawn placed a hand on his son’s shoulders, a prideful smile on his face, “You want to sing?”

Jake nodded his head as he gripped onto the microphone with two hands, “Mommy said––Mommy said,” he mumbled with his mouth directly on top of the microphone, “That I–That I need to talk to you, and play the pino, and and…”

Jake looked over off to the side at you, and you could see that he was getting shy in front of everyone with how his hold around the microphone tightened up and how he tucked his chin down into his chest.  Your heart melted, and just like how you would encourage your husband, you gave your son two thumbs up.  

And it seemed like that was what he needed before he went on, “And she said I––Mommy said I need to be good in front of a lot of people.” He looked at Shawn with wide eyes as he whispered into the microphone, “More than ten.”

Shawn let out another loud laugh as you heard the audience laugh along with him as well.

“Being in front of more than ten people is a good start,” Shawn controlled his laughter and looked behind his son’s shoulder and sent a small smile your way, “Mommy said some good things.”

“So can I sing?”

Shawn reached his hand out for the microphone and Jake gave it to his father.  He stood up, taking Jake’s small hand in his and spoke into the microphone as they walked to the center of the stage, “Can we get a chair? Like a stool if there’s one backstage?” He was looking backstage at Cez who was mumbling into his headpiece, “And another microphone, please?”

You let out a soft laugh as you heard the audience’s screams grew louder.

In no time, Shawn’s request for a stool and an extra microphone was granted.  Someone in all black ran out a stool and handed a microphone to Shawn.  They rushed off stage, but not before your son yelled out an enthusiastic thank you!

Shawn placed his hands under Jake’s arms, lifting him up to sit on the stool, and in your head you could hear Shawn saying “up you go” like everytime he lifted Jake onto something.

Once Shawn made sure Jake was all settled on the stool with his microphone, he brought his guitar back around and started to slightly strum it, “What do you want to sing?”

There was a loud muffled hm into the microphone as Jake thought, but once he thought of what he wanted to sing, his eyes brightened as he looked up at his dad, “Cuts!”

You let a laugh out at the same time as Shawn.  His eyes immediately found yours backstage and he shook his head in amusement before looking down back at your son, “We’ll sing cuts.”

Shawn then turned to the audience, letting out a few more laughs, “Okay, just a little backstory here,” you rolled your eyes knowing exactly what was to come, “The first time I was really away for an extended period of time from this little man,” Shawn ruffled Jake’s hair, “Y/n would play my songs around the house.”

You let out a chuckle at the bittersweet memory.  Because the first time Shawn was really away from home when you had Jake was hard.  When Jake was born, Shawn did radio tours and a few spurts of shows here and there, because he didn’t want to miss Jake growing up.  But when Jake was three, Shawn had to get back on the road to tour.  It was hard––for both of you––but you made up for it by playing Shawn’s music everywhere.

“So when I came back home,” Shawn briefly made eye contact with you and you gave him two thumbs up.  He turned back to the crowd with an infectious smile on his face, “Jake ran to the front door and kept asking me to sing cuts for him.”

“And I was thinking to myself; do I not know one of my songs?” He let out a small laugh, “So a few minutes later Y/n comes down and tells me what song he’s referring to.” He stopped talking to take a dramatic pause before softly laughing again, “Apparently Jake kept asking what stitches were.”

And in reference to the song that sent Shawn into mainstream pop, the audience erupted in ear shattering screams.

“And Y/n told me that she told him that stitches helped heal really bad cuts,” he said as he looked down at his son with a beaming smile.  Jake was looking up at his dad with a nervous smile, but his eyes wide with admiration for his dad.

Shawn started strumming the opening chords softly as he leaned into his microphone, eyes not leaving his son, “So here’s Stitches, also known as…” he let his words trail off as Jake finished his sentence.

“Cuts!” Jake shouted into the microphone with a little giggle following.

“You’ll sing the first part?” Shawn asked your son who nodded his head eagerly.

At five-years-old, of course your son was singing off key, but it only made the moment more endearing.  And if you were being honest with yourself, you preferred this version to the one Shawn recorded when he was fifteen.

You didn’t want to miss this moment, and while you were sure you could find a whole clip of Shawn’s monologue on YouTube or Instagram later, you wanted to have a piece of it from the side stage.  And you were sure Karen and your mother would want to see the video right away.

While there were times Jake mumbled into the microphone, trying to cover up not fully knowing some of the lyrics, you could feel yourself getting choked up at the moment.

When the chorus came around, Shawn leaned into the microphone to sing, but he never took his eyes off his son.  Jake’s eyes were either trained on the ground, or they looked up at his dad for a split second for some reassurance.  And Shawn would nod his head with the biggest smile on his face as he tried to keep singing along.

There was no better feeling in the world than supporting your child, and you never felt more proud of raising a child with Shawn as you did in this moment.  Jake was only five, he had his whole life ahead of him, but you knew that you and Shawn would support him in whatever he wanted to do.  

And when the two were finished their duet, you swore you never heard a crowd cheer that loud in your entire life.

And just like when you were nineteen, watching your then-boyfriend sing the exact same song, both Shawn and your son turned their heads to the side to look at you.

Wiping a tear from the corner of your eye you gave them both a thumbs up.

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Victory

A/N: A short blub off this idea I had the other day. Not gonna lie, I made myself pretty soft with this one. Let’s just ignore the fact that I’m not writing that other WIP I need to be working on... 

Summery: Shawn gets his wife some flowers 

Word count: 796

Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy and one swear word

Shawn stared at the array of flowers in front of him, feeling overwhelmed with all the kinds to choose from. There were 100 different types of flowers that had ten different colors each, which was too many in his opinion. The florist working at the front of the shop must have noticed his confusion, offering some help that Shawn graciously accepted. 

“Would you like some help?” she asked once she was beside him. 

Shawn snapped out of his trance, slightly startled to see someone next to him. “Uhh, yeah. I want to get some flowers for my wife but I have no idea which ones to get,” he chuckled. He kind of wanted them to have meaning behind them, but he had no idea where to even begin with that notion. 

“Do you know what her favorite type is?” 

“I don’t think she really has one? I mean, if she does, she’s never told me.” 

The florist laughed to herself at his obliviousness. 

“Alright then, what’s the occasion?” 

“Not really a reason either,” he chuckled nervously, hand coming up to rub his neck. “She’s pregnant and it’s been a rough week for her so I just wanted to do something nice. Kinda to say ‘I love you’ ya know?” 

“We can work with that.” She explained the meanings of some of the flowers in front of them and Shawn picked out two that caught his eye. Pink carnations and yellow lilies to represent his love and excitement. 

He was about to go up front so they could be put into a bouquet when some white tulips caught his eye. “What does a white tulip mean?” 

“Depends on the context,” the florist explained as she turned around. “In your situation, I’d say it means a victory.” 

Shawn grinned. That would make you laugh. “I’ll take some of those too please.”  

He paid for the (slightly overpriced) bouquet, opting to not get a vase, knowing that you had plenty from past times he bought you flowers. 

Meanwhile, you were making dinner and singing to yourself in the kitchen. Your day had been pretty good compared to the rest of the week but you wanted nothing more than for your husband to come home from the studio. 

You were too wrapped up in your thoughts to hear Shawn come in, only noticing him when he said hello as he walked into the kitchen. 

“Hey, baby,” he said as he leaned in for a kiss, the bouquet in his hand behind his back. “How was your day?” 

“Oh, hey, babe. My day wasn’t too bad,” you replied after breaking the kiss and turning back to the stove to stir the soup. “You?” 

“Pretty good.” He pressed up against you from behind and wrapped his arms around you, kissing your temple and placing the bouquet in front of your face. “These are for you.” 

You gasped and took it from his hand, leaning your head back against his chest as you admired it.  

“I love you.” He pressed another kiss to your temple and placed his hands on your bump. 

“Aww, Shawn. Thank you, baby.” You turned your head to connect your lips once again. “What’s the occasion?” 

“Nothing. I just-”

“Shit, did I forget something?” Your eyes widened as you worried that you forgot an important day. 

“No, no, no,” he reassured you. “The occasion is that I love you and I’m proud of you and you deserve some flowers.” 

You sighed in relief at that. “Sorry, pregnancy brain is something else.” 

“No need to apologize. Why don’t I get you a vase for them and finish dinner while you sit down and tell me about your day?” His thumbs rubbed circles into your belly and you couldn’t help relaxing into him.  

“You’re the actual best. What did I do to deserve you?” 

“I think I could ask you the same.” He squeezed you the slightest bit tighter. “Now, go sit!” 

He told you all about the meanings of the flowers as he finished up dinner. 

“Okay, so what about the tulips?” You were already grinning from ear to ear, in awe of how much effort he put into the seemingly simple bouquet. 

“Apparently, they can mean a bunch of stuff. In our context though, it means victory.” 

“Victory? Victory of what?”   

“I got you pregnant. That is the victory, my dear.” He sent you an overexaggerated wink that sent you into a fit of giggles. “I know, the amount of thought I put into it is very impressive.” 

“Well I appreciate it,” you said as he placed a bowl of soup in front of you. “Thank you.” 

“I appreciate you, my lovely wife.” 

“I appreciate you too, my lovely husband.” 

He bought you flowers a lot more after that. 

[2018shawn]

Baby M

Request: Can you write about y/n waking Shawn up in the middle of the night because she’s uncomfortable due to being 8 months pregnant?

A/N: hi, I hope u all enjoy, dad!Shawn makes me feel week ahahah quite short so I'm sorry if it’s crappy!!! like/reblog/message me if you enjoyed any feedback is really appreciated 🥰

Ice cream. All you wanted was ice cream. But thanks to the continuous growing bun in your oven (or baby bump, to put it normally), you’d consumed every last little spoonful of Ben and Jerry’s and Häagen-Dazs left in your house. You were glad you checked the important matter of ice cream quantity before you’d headed to bed, otherwise you’d be attempting to waddle down to the kitchen any minute now, which would be an absolute waste and a torturous challenge in itself to get back up the stairs.

You picked up your phone, the screen automatically illuminating the room and almost blinding you as you checked the time. 2:54am. 14 minutes after you’d last checked. Sighing, you pushed yourself up in bed, letting your back fall against the plush velvet headboard. You stared down at your blossoming bump, a smile creeping on your lips as you notice and begin to feel the tiny movements happening inside of you. “Oh, I’m sorry, did I wake you?” You sarcastically giggled, your hands stroking over the bare skin of your stomach, receiving a solid kick in return to your sarcasm. This baby already had the reactions of Shawn, who would instantly scowl at you for your sarcastic attitude in any given situation.

The pains hurt, but it had grown to become bearable. You were once told that pregnancy would be one of the happiest, greatest moments of your life – you however, thought that waking over a carpet of nails would be even greater. 8 months had passed – the first, approximately, three months being bearable, the rest were just a downward spiral from there. With constant visits to the emergency department, because Shawn wanted it for his own piece of mind just as much as you, and countless phone calls to your midwife, it left Shawn feeling absolutely useless over this period of time; even going as far as to say, ‘I wish we were seahorses, because then I’d be able to do it, and you could carry on living your best life’.

What else hurt at this moment in time, was how peacefully asleep Shawn was next to you. His wild hair a was contrast to the pleated white pillows, his light snores filling the sound of the room along with your groans and moans. More than anything, you wanted to wake him, share your pain and restlessness and you also know that Shawn would want that too. ‘Your pain is my pain’ he’d often told you, and you solemnly swore you’d always come to him with anything.

Deciding he’d had too much of a busy day to be woken at what was now 3:01am, you shuffled uncomfortably on your bum until your legs were hung over the edge of the bed, your body now upright and head floppy. “Baby M, you’ve tired me out before you’re even here”, you had to laugh again, hand still caressing your bulging bump. Baby M had become an ongoing nickname between you and Shawn, when you decided you weren’t going to find out the sex of the baby, you settled for Baby M, short for Mendes, and it stuck ever since.

You felt Shawn shift behind you, and your movements came to an immediate halt, determined not to wake him. Breathing a sigh of relief when you heard his faint snores again, you managed to stand yourself up from the bed, your ankle instantly feeling like a balloon that’s been blown up with too much air.

“Y/N?” Shawn’s voice was groggy, and you rolled your eyes at thinking you’d get away without waking him. No matter how many times you got up for a pee during the night, he’d always be awake with you. He did what he would normally do and click the bedside lamp on, knowing how clumsy you are, even before you were pregnant you’d usually send yourself flying over a slipper you’d left in the middle of the floor or the jumper you’d ripped off yourself because you over heated in bed.

“Sorry bub, I’m just going for a pee. My bladder is a trampoline, apparently” You declared, not exactly lying. You’d only been just over an hour ago, long gone were the days of you sleeping the whole night through without waking up once.

“Okay, well hurry, wnt-a-duddle” He mumbled, barely audible as he sunk his head back into the plush pillow. Luckily, you’d mastered Shawn’s sleepy lingo and just about made out “I want a cuddle”.

You did your business, with a struggle of course, before returning back to your sleepy boyfriend who was laid across the majority of the bed with open arms as a welcoming for your return. “I swear I’ve grown since I woke up like, an hour ago. I actually just had to use all my energy to push myself off the toilet” You groaned, switching the en-suite bathroom light off behind you. Shawn chuckled at your theory, throwing the covers back to leave an empty space on the bed for you to return to. “I’m seriously gonna squish you to death if I come over there and lay on you,” you raised your eyebrows, arms tucked over each other in front of your chest as you looked down at the bed.

“What a good way to go” he smiled, reaching over and tugging one of your arms from their stern position. Reluctantly and slowly, you crawled over the bed, resting as close to him as you could. Your head lowered down to rest on his chest, his arm wrapped firmly around you with his fingers drawing patterns on the bare skin of your shoulder.

A sudden shooting pain through your stomach caused you to flinch, groaning automatically for when felt like the 1035th time. “Remind me why I let you trick me into sleeping with you that night after the Grammy’s?” Shawn became immediately concerned at your uncomfort, attacking you with a million and one questions about the type of pains you were having and how long they’d been happening, because he’d been reading up about things like this as the due date got inevitably closer. It took a good 10 minutes for him to finally settle back down, with you reassuring him it was just because you fell asleep in a funny position and now baby was apparently awake, meaning he or she was attending a gymnastics lesson in your womb.

“And because I looked incredibly sexy and you kept telling me all night you couldn’t wait to get me home… hardly think it was a trick darling.” He smiled, answering your previous question before kissing your temple as his other hand came up to your bump, rubbing gently across the surface. “Is there anything I can do?” He began wriggling, doing some sort of weird manoeuvre to shuffle down the bed so his head became level with your stomach. You rearranged your positioning, so he was in between your legs, and not for the reason you’d normally think, arms propped up over your thighs. “Baby M, you need to stop bugging your mama” He tapped your belly delicately with his pointer finger, as if he was knocking on the door to your womb.

“Yeah, sure, that’s gonna work” You rolled your eyes, still however grateful for the gesture. “And in terms of anything you can do… can you produce ice cream from that incredible talented body of yours?”

He laughed, shaking his head and you stuck your bottom lip out. “I know it’s been a long…” looking at his watch for the reference of time, “8 hours since you last ate any, but I’d also like our baby to live of something other than dairy when he arrives.”

“Well, Einstein, when she arrives, she’s gonna be living off milk so that statement doesn’t really stand” You looked down at him as he peppered kisses across your stomach, fingers stroking the skin of your hips.

He rolled his eyes as he crawled up from his position, backing up until his legs fell off the foot of the bed and he could stand up straight. You watched as he slumped off to the bathroom, taking a little longer than what he normally would if he was going for a pee. He shortly returned, heading for the wardrobe where he pulled out a pair of sweats and his baggiest jumper. “What the hell are you doing?” You questioned, eyes furrowing at your apparently very awake boyfriend. Instead of an instant reply, he sauntered back over to your, leaning down and pressing a loving kiss to your lips, the taste of fresh toothpaste making your tongue tingle.

“Going to get you ice cream.”