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The sign of high quality is the fact the book was banned by the government. Trash literature NEVER EVER had any troubles with the law.

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Fame - Masterlist

There are a few things in life so beautiful they hurt: swimming in the ocean while it rains, reading in empty libraries, the sea of stars that appear when you are miles away from the city, bars after 2AM, a bed of roses in bloom, all the things we do not yet know about the universe,

and you.

-Beau Taplin

prologue

part 1: the proposition

part 2: private property of Miss Adriana Alves

part 3: keep your friends close but your enemies closer

part 4: dreamin’ about you

part 5: make me // just us two in a crowded room

part 6: team building

part 7: if anybody asks, we left alone

part 8: delicate

part 9: interlude

part 10: this is not the hunger games, scott

part 11: god is a woman

part 12: am i your boyfriend, yet?

part 13: 20 candles

part 14: i’d rather be alone tonight

part 15: malibu… and you

part 16: kiss marry kill

part 17: toronto

part 18: gross

part 19: love made me crazy

part 20: it’s lonely at the top

part 21: no more keeping score, now I just keep you warm

part 22: daylight (final)

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reblog this to have a Happy Wildcat New Year™

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I retweeted that 🥰

his hands are like legos

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THAT WAS SO GOOD! FUCK IT GUESS I HAVE TO STAN AGAIN

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Shawn Mendes’ stunning TIFF Tribute Awards performance of Stevie Wonder’s “Love’s in Need of Love Today.”

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Bitten | Shawn Mendes | Werewolf AU

Summary: Shawn struggles to remain human while unmated. With each full moon he loses another piece of himself to the animal within. Only you can help, but to do so, you’ll have to become a werewolf like him. [biting] [angst with happy ending] [insecurity]

Word count: 2.5k

|Masterlist In Bio|

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Laying in bed with Shawn, hand on his chest, your fingers glide over his skin, tracing the scars there. His fine hair tickles your hand and you smile to yourself. He has just returned from a night long shift, the full moon still setting in the early morning sky. He’s tired, body damaged and slowly healing from fighting and running through the forests. You palm over his collar bone, fingers twisting into a corded necklace he wears, a gift from you, and he grunts, mumbling under his breath.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m a monster.” He says tiredly, turning his face away from you.  

“You’re not a monster.”

Shawn snorts indignantly.

“Shawn.” You run your hand down his chest and tickle a scar across his lower belly. “You’re not.”

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Larger breast bras vs. smaller breast bras

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THE SCAR MAKES HIM EVEN HOTTER????? 🥵🥵🥵

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OKAY THIS IS SUCH A VIBE THANK YOU AND GOODNIGHT 🥰✨

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• what dating shawn would look like 💕✨🥰

I love cozy soft glow boyfriend!shawn aaaaahhh I love him so so mUCH WOW

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Shawn during the birth and delivery of his babyyy! I imagine him wanting to look over and you being like “Shawn don’t you dare look down there”😂😂😂

About: Wife is always right  

A/N: I’m sorry this request was everything

“I fucking hate you!” you screamed out, crushing Shawn’s hand under your grip. 

“I know, honey. I know,” he whispered in awe of how strong your grip was. He’s seen you mad before, but no human being could ever inflict the amount of pain you were feeling right now. He was so proud, yet scared of you at the same time. “Honey, what about the ice chips?” he asked moving over to the bedside table to grab the plastic cup full of ice. 

“Shawn, I don’t want fucking ice right now! I’m pushing a baby out of my fucking vagina ICE IS NOT GOING TO HELP!” you screamed out at him. He would’ve winced if the birthing classes you took for weeks didn’t warn him. While you were screaming at him, he slipped a spoon full fo the ice chips into your mouth. For just a moment, your screams were absent from the room. Then you started again. “Why are you just standing there, give me more ice.” He laughed, flat out laughed at how you were screaming at him for even suggesting ice one second then demanding more the next. Wrong move. “SHAWN!” you barked.  

“Yes dear, whatever you say, dear,” he muttered to himself before spooning you more and more mouthfuls of ice. 

“If I make it out of this, so help me God, I’m going to kill you,” you told him in between spoons. 

“Hey, you are going to make it out of this,” he told you sternly, “unlucky for me because I feel like you’re going to kick me in the balls, but you will get through this.” Instead of hearing screams, Shawn heard and felt the sobs wracking through your body.  

“Shawn.” You cried for the first time since going into labor. You were stressed. You were screaming. You were panicked, but this was the first time you let yourself feel all the emotions of a life-changing moment. 

“Hey, hey now, (Y/N). You can do this, okay? You are the strongest woman I know.” He looked you in the eyes and smiled with tears prinking his own eyes. “That’s why I married you you know? Because you were always my strength when I needed it, and I’m going to be here for you now that you need it. If anyone can do it, (Y/N), it’s you. Our kiddo needs you to be strong for him, just like you’ve been for me all these years. You have gotten so far, and this is the last push, love. Almost at the finish line, and our beautiful baby boy is waiting for us on the other side, so just hold on for me a little longer, baby. Okay, baby?” You were nodding with tears streaming down your face.

“Okay. Okay, I can do it.” His smile took over his face. He bent down to kiss the top of your head, the sweat matting your hair to your forehead.

“That’s my girl.” The midwife and Shawn shared a look and he turned back to you. “Baby, it’s time to push ok? We’re going to have to get through this little bit and we get to see our son, but you gotta push baby.” You grabbed the nearly empty cup of ice and fed it to yourself. 

“I’m ready.” He kissed your temple again, your hand back in his.

“Course you are--” If he had another thought, it was drowned out by your screaming, 

“AHH GOD.” You were focused on the pain, but everyone else was focusing on ending it as soon as possible. 

“Doing so so well, love. Keep pushing,” Shawn’s attention bounced back and forth between you and the medical team. 

“Couple hard pushes for me, (Y/N). We’re visualizing the head,” the nurse said, Shawn’s eyes lit up.

“You can see the head?” Shawn moved away from you to see before being yanked back. Clearly, you were done crying and the anger was back.

“Shawn don’t you dare look down there!” 

“But baby!”

“To you, my vagina is tight, pretty, and perfect so you are NOT fucking looking. Understand, Mendes?”

“Yes, dear.” He admitted defeat and turned his attention to the head of the bed, focusing on helping you bring your newest addition into the world.

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Harry Styles please, please just give us a film with a romantic storyline. Just one moment where he looks at a person and his eyes sparkle. Where he grabs them and kisses them like it’s the last time. Where they wake up in the morning and he cooks them breakfast. Where he proclaims his love and that he can never live without them. Is it so much to ask?