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Cutest shit ever❤️❤️

A Perfect Fall | Shawn Mendes

Summary: You and Shawn have been best friends for most of your lives and since you were a teenager you’ve had a crush on him. He has no idea, or so you think. Things are about to change, and all it takes is a trip to the best pumpkin patch around for true feelings to surface. [fluff] [best friends to lovers] [fall/autumn theme]

Word Count: 4k

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If someone were to ask you your favorite color you would say gold. Gold like the leaves on the trees in the middle of October. Gold like the letters of Shawn’s last name gilded across the back of the letter man jacket that sits over your desk chair at home that he left there a year ago. Gold like the sun going down over the river on a cool autumn night. But most of all, gold, like the color Shawn’s eyes are when he sits across from you in a barn an hour from your house and stares out at horses in the nearby corral. He’s beautiful. Breathtaking. Outstanding in every way. He’s your best friend in the entire world and he has no idea that you’re completely gone for him, or does he? Let’s go back to how this day started.

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This was fucking amazing!!! ❤️❤️

Teeth - Shawn Mendes

inspired by the song Teeth by 5SOS

the time has come, sugardaddy!ceo!shawn is finally here, so grab your popcorn, make yourself comfortable, because it’s gonna be one hell of a ride! as always, feedback is welcomed!

word count: 13.1 k

warning: smut, cursing, probably a bunch of typos

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You watch as your hand draws the letters of your name at the end of the paper in your usual, cursive writing, crowning this NDA with your signature. Once it’s done, you put the pen down next to the paper on the large glass table and looking up you meet the curly haired man’s eyes across the table.

A smug grin sitting on his perfectly shaped, pink lips that are screaming to be kissed and you swear this is what caused you to make this decision, otherwise, you don’t believe you’d have even listened to what he had to say.

His perfectly fitted suit flexes on his arms as he leans forward, his fingertips touching as his hands form a triangle, elbows softly gliding over the glass. You force yourself to keep the eye-contact and not look away like a scared little kitten.

You are a grown, mature woman who is perfectly capable of making her own decisions. It doesn’t matter if those decisions include a young millionaire who is willing to pay you thousands of dollars just for making appearances with him publicly and having sex with him.

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Milano Good Vibes | Shawn Mendes

Summary: When his tour ends, Shawn decides that he needs a well-deserved break. The industry he loved has become too much for him. Now that the contract with Camila has finished and he doesn’t have any big projects coming up, he decides to run away and figure out what he wants to do next: quit or continue with his career.

Sneak peek: 09/10/19

Full story: 09/19/19 

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Y'all. This is a fucking global emergency.

Some quick facts:

The Amazon rainforest is responsible for 20% of the world's oxygen.

It's home to numerous species of wildlife.

It is referred to as the lungs of the Earth.

And it's been burning for weeks, and no one is talking about it.

What is happening right now is an emergency that should be concerning all of us. The air we breath is at stake. This isn't exaggerating. Our lungs are destroyed as we speak and we are only just finding out.

This is our future. Are you upset about Spiderman? Same. Were you sad over Notre Dame? Same. But this is so much more important.

SPEAK UP. GET THIS KNOWN. Even if you can't do anything else, at least raise awareness to put some pressure out there on those who can do something. OUR HOME IS AT STAKE. The skies in Sao Paolo turned black. We are losing our most valued rainforest. WE CANNOT JUST SIT BACK.

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This was beautiful! My poor hear is aching ❤️❤️

Saint Basil Academy - Chapter Two

What Happened to Lady-Killer Mendes?

summary: a book-loving new girl shows up at Shawn’s boarding school and makes him rethink everything

warnings: sexual references and language, cursing, annoyingly cute happenings that may have you craving a significant other

wc: 1.7k

After classes are over and dinner has been served, everyone recedes into their dorm rooms. They’re probably working on homework like I probably should be doing instead of heading to the girls wing to see y/n.

I didn’t tell Brian or Connor where I was going, but I’m sure they could deduce that I was coming to see her. She hadn’t left my mind all day. I needed to cash in on that repayment and soon if I was to get her out of my head.

I check my phone to make sure I was at the right dorm (I had bullied one of the underclassmen to steal the roster from the front office - what? I’m not a saint) and smile when the numbers match.

I knock twice on the big wooden door, but y/n doesn’t open the door. One of my old “friends” does. Her face is priceless when she realizes it’s me standing outside.

“Hello, Eloise. Can you Please show me to y/n? I know she lives here.” I put on my most charming smirk and soften my eyes.

Eloise steps out the door and closes it behind her. She wags a finger in my face and sticks the other hand on her hip. Eloise is feisty as always. Just like I remembered. She was the only girl who asked to peg -

“Listen, asshole. I know you, Mendes. Y/n is a good person. Don’t fuck around with her.” Eloise scowls and crosses her arms across her chest.

“Would I do that?” I smirk softly, fondly remembering the times I had with Eloise. I wouldn’t consider it ‘fucking around,’ more like just plain fucking.

“Yeah and you know it. If you hurt a hair on her head I will come and skin you myself.” Eloise’s face is red hot and I know not to mess with her.

I roll my eyes. “You’d do that to an old friend?”

She taps her foot impatiently and narrows her eyes at me. “Absolutely.”

I sigh. My hands fall in front of me and I idly pick at my fingernails. “If you must know, I’m not planning on hurting y/n. She’s . . . different.”

I think back on today. Sure I had thoughts about her on her knees, but in all actuality for the first time it felt romantic - like I didn’t want to fuck her on the table in the cafeteria. I’d much rather wine and dine her before fucking her hard on my bed while she came so hard she -

“Different, eh? I hope you’re telling the truth - for your sake.” Eloise pushes open the door and y/n is sitting at her desk writing furiously. Her head is down, glaring intently at an honors chemistry book.

She wasn’t in her uniform anymore - trading it for a pair of fuzzy pajama pants and a large sweatshirt. Her hair glistened in the soft lamplight.

Y/n was surrounded by books, I didn’t expect her desk to look any different than it did. Stacks of textbooks along with fiction and nonfiction novels, barely enough room to work. She had just moved in, but had already made herself at home.

“Hello, angel. Why is it that I always seem to catch you with your nose in a book?” I muse softly, admiring the way her hair looked trailing down her back.

Her head whips around and she huffs when she sees me. “Now isn’t a good time, Shawn. I know I owe you or whatever, but I have so much work to catch up on.”

“You just got here?” I cross one leg over the other as I lean on the side of her desk. “How do you already have so much work?”

She scoffs and looks up at me, pushing the pencil she was holding into the crook of her ear. “First of all, some of us don’t skate by in our classes. I’ve heard all about you, Mendes. Second of all, I just got here and have absolutely no idea what I’m doing. I am very busy. Can you give me three weeks and come back?”

Her cheeks are flushed and she runs a hand through her hair angrily. She’s obviously stressed and I know exactly what to do to help her destress. Too bad it wasn’t kneeling between her thighs and tasting her sweet -

“Ahem, I think she’s asking you to leave,” Eloise chimes in from her bed. She’s casually painting her nails, never one for studying. I flip her off and turn back to y/n, pulling the pencil from behind her ear.

“I think you need a break. Want to hang out with me for a little bit? I’d have you back before curfew.” I raise my eyebrows and gaze down at her. She looks small as she sits in her tiny wood desk chair.

She glances at her watch - because of course she would wear a watch - and back up at me.

“Promise we’ll be back before curfew?” She asks, sliding on a pair of slippers. Y/n was so unique. I didn’t even know people under the age of sixty wore slippers.

I nod and grab her hand. “Would I lie to you? Let’s go, angel. I know just the place.”

She giggles and waves goodbye to Eloise who gives me a dirty look. It’s nice to know that my charisma still works well enough I can get y/n to hang out with me.

We run down the empty halls, laughing and spinning in the ornate building. The sun was finally setting outside and the sun cast low rays in the stained glass windows. The colors made y/n light up in more ways than one. They bounced off her skin and hair, making her eyes glint softly blue, red, green, yellow.

I pull her down a side hall and into a room I’m sure she’ll love. It’s deserted as classes are over, but remains unlocked for anyone who needs it. I flick on the light switch and y/n gasps.

Shelf after shelf of books light up. Saint Basil was known for its library and it was just as incredible as the rumors said. I never spent much time here, but it was still pretty fucking cool to look at.

It looked like something that belonged in a castle or in a Harry Potter film and as soon as I met y/n I had to be the one to show her it.

She runs forward and trails her fingers over the spines of the books. Her face is in complete awe and I want to kiss the shock off her face. “Are we allowed to be here?”

I laugh and follow her into the stacks of books. “Yes, angel. They won’t give us detention for hanging out in the library.”

I trail her around the room as she inspects every section and every nook and cranny. Idly, I imagine fucking her on the hidden window seat behind the historical fiction section or her kneeling on a cushion in the quiet study section as she wraps her lips -

“This is incredible, Shawn. Why’d you take me here?” She pauses her self-guided tour and sits on the edge of a table.

I chuckle and lean on a bookshelf across from her. She looks in her natural environment and so cute wearing those fuzzy pajamas and slippers. I wouldn’t mind coming home to that every day. Maybe dance in our living room to that new Taylor Swift album and get wine drunk.

What was I saying? We are eighteen, I don’t own a house, I can’t legally buy alcohol and even if I could wine wouldn’t be my first choice. I’d much rather peel those pants off of her … wouldn’t I?

“I thought you’d enjoy it. You’re always reading, or at least when I see you you’re reading. Not that I watch you or anything.” Words tumble out of my mouth and I nervously scratch the back of my neck. What was happening to lady-killer Mendes?

Y/n laughs and she throws her head back, exposing her cute collarbones and soft neck. “I get it, Shawn. No worries.”

She hops off the table and walks in my direction, brushing past me as she mutters, “I’ve been watching you too.”

I freeze as she pulls a book off the shelf and turns it over in her palms. I watch as she reshelves it easily and turns back to me.

“Thank you, Shawn. This was exactly what I needed.”

She chuckles nervously as she smiles and wrings her fingers in front of her. Her teeth bite her bottom lip and her eyes fall to the floor.

“I’m glad you like it, angel. Maybe next time we can do some homework here together or something?” My heart races like it never has before. I never asked girls on study dates and I certainly never studied. If she said no, I might fall into pieces.

“That actually sounds like fun.” She gazes up at me and giggles. “I hope that homework isn’t a euphemism for something else. I’d look like a real doofus saying yes to a ‘date’ with a known fuckboy on my second day here.”

I feel my face heat up and my cheeks are no doubt the rosiest shade of pink. “I’m being sincere, angel. I may be a fuckboy, but this feels different.”

I shrug and y/n raises her eyebrows. “Different, huh? I’ll keep that in mind. Walk me back?”

I nod and take the opportunity to grasp her hand in mine. I chuckle at the thought that she didn’t think I would walk her home. Oddly I wanted to spend as much time as possible with her.

She was a breath of fresh air and something about her made me . . . soft. If I wasn’t careful I’d prove those two assholes Brian and Connor right and fall in love with her. I gaze at her as she talks idly about having more homework than brain cells and smile.

Maybe I already had fallen in love with her.

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Dad’s Approval | Connor Brashier

Summary: Your dad hates Connor so much that even he starts questioning himself and it’s your job to remind him why he can’t be more wrong.

Word Account: 2K

A/N: This is my first imagine ever, so sorry if it’s to cringey and disappointing. Also, English it’s not my first language, excuse my poor vocabulary and grammar and please tell me major mistakes to correct them.  

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Y/D/N Y/L/N, your father, is Connor’s second worst nightmare, the first one being losing you. Mister Y/L/N is the boss of the biggest lawyer’s firm on LA, he is feared and respected everywhere because he has enough power to bring everyone he wants down, and that includes Connor, luckily this hasn’t happened to him, yet.

Your dad adores you. You are his pride and joy he just wants the best for you and he thinks that Connor, a simple boy with a camera, will never be enough, so he takes every chance he gets to remind you both, that. You don’t care about you dad’s nagging words but Connor does because he can’t help but agreeing with him. You deserve better than him and he is a selfish jerk for keeping you all to himself, but he can’t bear the idea of letting you go.

Last Monday your dad called to invite you two for dinner at his favorite restaurant ‘Saint Japher’, a place designed for the upper class with menus that just a few of privileged people can afford, and in that group of people Connor isn’t included. Your father does every other time for two main reasons: to see if you are still together and to drag Connor’s confidence down (task that he has always accomplished successfully). Connor has always tried to win your dad’s favor but to Y/D/N’s eyes, Connor was just a kid who plays with a camera and think that’s a job.

When Connor wakes up, the first thing he sees is your beautiful figure cuddled against his right side. Your body is covered by just his shirt and nothing more, and it makes him feel all cozy inside because it means that all of you is his. You are completely knocked out, it’s a normal occurrence whenever you see your father, he never fails on getting on your nerves and tiring you to death, especially when he starts throwing knives at Connor like there’s no tomorrow. Connor gives you a light kiss on your forehead and decides to go out for a run, he needs it to clear his mind a little. When he steps out of bed you start moving on your sleep but you don’t get up. He tries not to make too much noise while he’s getting dressed and when he is finally out of the house, he lets a long exhale escape from his lips. Con knows that he shouldn’t give a fuck about what your dad thinks about him but he does because he agrees with your father, you deserve better.  

By the time Connor starts running following the peace of some catchy pop song, every snarky word your dad said yesterday comes to his mind, crashing him with the force of wave colliding against the rocks.

“Do you remember Thomas Lebrant, darling?” asked you father while he was looking at the menu.

“Yes dad, I remember Tom.” of course you did remember Tom, you dated him for a year... before you left him for Connor.

“I saw him him the other day, he’s doing great at medical school, he will have a bright future, he’s a very hard-working man, he asked me about you. I really think he was your perfect match.”  

Connor remembered Thomas too, your first boyfriend, he was the guy every father wanted for his daughter: perfect grades, perfect looks, perfect behavior... he was just perfect. You started dating him when you were seventeen and spent a whole year with him, but when you met Connor you started to feel things you had never felt before and you had to break up.  

Con will never forget the day he saw you for the first time. It was a sunny day in LA, he was at the beach with Sam doing a photoshoot with an Instagram model called Lydia Hanni, she was laying on the hot sand and he was supposed to be taking photos of her body, but he couldn’t focus his camera on her, he was too busy filming the beautiful girl playing frisbee with her friends. When you noticed a pair of eyes on you, you turned around and saw Connor with his camera. He waved his hand to say ‘hi’ and you smiled, at that moment Connor swears he felt his whole world stop. That was the beginning of your love story and your dad’s worst headache ever.

“Good for him, dad. I guess you told him that I’m doing pretty good with Uni and my lovely boyfriend.” you reached for Connor’s hand and you pressed a little kiss on it. Your father let out a sigh and Connor smiled at you. You had the power to make everything better.

“I told him you had a little adventure with some guy.”

‘A two years adventure’ thought Connor.

At first he thought that her dad needed time to warm up to him, but time passed and he didn’t change his mindset. He hoped that when he started working for Shawn your dad would be happy, but that didn’t occur, in fact, he got pissed because he was going with his friends to have fun in Europe leaving you alone. Nothing he does it’s good for your dad and that’s eating him alive. He tries to ignore it but it gets harder every single day.  

“Have you found a real job yet?”

“My friend is looking for a coffee guy for his office, I could call him if you are interested?”

“How much has your boss payed you for your hobby? I mean, it’s not a very hard task.”

“Did you have fun on tour? Doing nothing playing with your friends?”

He loves his job and he’s proud of it but he is starting to believe that it’s not enough for you. Your father is right, you are worth of a rich, wealthy man that can give you all you want in matter of minutes. You always say that he’s the best that has ever happened to you, but now he thinks you say that because he’s keeping you away from greater things that you’ll never discover if you’re with him.

When he arrives home after an hour of running, he goes straight to the shower, maybe that’s what he needs to clear his mind for good. Once the hot water hits his muscles, he lets a satisfied moan, a hot shower never fails to relax him.

You wake up the moment you hear the water running from the bathroom, you guess that’s Connor having a morning shower but once you notice his sport clothes scattered across the bedroom floor, you know he’s probably gone out to clear his mind a little. You can’t blame him though, the shitshow your dad pulled yesterday at the restaurant was capable to put everyone on the edge of their sanity. You have talked nearly a billion times with your dad about his behavior with your boyfriend but he always ignores it. You’re sick of it because Connor doesn’t deserve an ounce of the shit your father aims at him, no one really deserves it to be honest. Your boyfriend is the best that has ever happened to you and you’re so proud and in love with him that whenever your dad opens his big mouth, your heart breaks a little.

You decide to get out of bed and get into the shower with him to show him some love. You get rid of your shirt when you enter the bathroom. Connor hasn’t realized yet that you’re there and very much awake so you got him by surprise when you stepped into the shower.

Everything in you is alluring and lovely to Connor’s eyes and your body is no exception. He loved and praised every inch of it, it’s his temple, the place where all his problems disappear. He was completely addicted to it, therefore when you decide to enter the shower, his first instinct is to pull your naked body closer to his.

“Hi, love.” this pet-name always sends shivers down your spine and makes you smile like an idiot “How are you?” you were both under the hot stream of water, nose and foreheads touching and eyes closed.

“That’s what I should be asking, handsome.” you whisper as you kiss him delicately, like you’re afraid of breaking him.  

“I’ve been better.” he confesses with a forced smile. He doesn’t want you to worry about him but you know too well that grimace on his face and the dull look on his beautiful eyes.

“I’m so sorry about my dad, I can’t believe what an asshole he can be.” you’re really ashamed by your father, he never respects your decisions or opinions, each time he tries to impose his no matter what.  

“You don’t have to excuse him, I mean, he’s not wrong.” he looks away because he knows that if he sees your breathtaking eyes, he’ll break down in matter of seconds.

“What do you mean he’s not wrong, Con?” you hold his face between your hands and you make him look at you.

“He’s right about me.” he says heartbroken.

“No, he’s not, baby.” you try to reason with him but he doesn’t take it and watching him so sad is destroying you.

“C’mon Y/N, he’s right. You are this beautiful, kind, smart and amazing woman and I’m a kid with a camera. All your life you’ve been surrounded by the most incredible things on Earth, your dad could give you all you wanted. I’ll never be able to do that, I can’t take you to Bali every month, I can’t pay your studies... You know who could? Thomas, he was perfect for you and I took you away, if you were with him, I bet you’d be happier becau...” you smack his chest before he can finish his ridiculous speech, now you’re pissed and frustrated, he can’t be saying all of that, can he?

“I swear to god, Connor David Brashier, that if you say something like all the bullshit you have just said, I’ll kick you out of the house until your two remaining brain cells realize how utterly stupid you are.”

“Bab...” he tries to interrupt you but you shut him off before he can argue back.

“Don’t ‘Babe’ me, idiot. Connor, I love you, more than anything, you’re my world. Listen, maybe my dad has always given me whatever the hell I wanted, do you know the price? He was never there for me, I was left alone 24/7, on my birthdays, recitals, competitions, even in my own graduation, he showered me with gifts but not love. And Tom, he was a nice guy, he treated me right and all of that, always so perfect, it was boring as fuck: we never stayed three days in a row at home doing nothing besides fucking and eating, he never surprised me with 3 AM dates at the beach or with little getaways at Target... Tom was just there but he didn’t make me feel anything, not the way you do. I want you. You’re the best part of my life and I can’t imagine a future without you. I don’t care about monthly travels to Bali, I care about months just by your side. I love you Connor, you’re perfect.”

Once you finish your monologue, you notice he’s crying. You clean his tears with your soft fingers and he kisses you passionately against the shower wall.

“I love you, Y/N” he embraces you strongly, afraid that if he loosens his grip, you’ll disappear.  

“I love you Connor, let me show you.” you kneel down and that’s the only thing Connor needs to know that he’s in for a very long morning and he’s so ready for it.

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I hope you all have enjoyed it. Please like, comment or repost if you liked it. Right now, I’m working on a long Shawn Mendes fic, tell me if you’d like to read it.

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So, our Lung is on fire.

It is already threatened by huge deforestation, to the point it lost 20% of its wildth in less than 30 years.

It’s been burning for around two weeks and almost no word has been uttered about it. I, sincerely, have come to find out about it just now. I’m shooketh ™️ because we’re really burning away this planet.

The Amazon Rainforest holds 20% of global waters, it’s an area of incredible value in termns of biodiversity and, nevermind, it’s a crucial climate regulator. Spread awareness, demand help.

~WILD GUESS— tag celebs, dm them with the problem/articles/pictures. Sadly, the only way to make this relevant is to get “relevant people” to talk about it!!!!!!!

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This was too fucking amazing!

Forbidden fruit - Shawn Mendes (pt 1)

teacher!shawn au has arrived! and im more than satisfied how this turned out to be, im excited to bring you the second part soon! as always, feedback is very  much appreciated! dedicated to @itrocksmysocks 

word count: 6.8 k

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“I really don’t want to be late,” you whine, sitting on the edge of your bed, all ready to leave while your roommate is still running around your dorm room without pants on. Your most anticipated lecture is about to start in twenty minutes, the way from the dorm to the lecture hall is about fifteen minutes and you definitely don’t want to be the last one to arrive. Since you changed your major to study Anthropology last year you’ve been dying to dig into the communication part of this science so there was no question you’ll take this course this semester.

“I’m almost done, alright?” Leah growls as she jumps into a pair of jeans and quickly gathers her notebooks.

You convinced her to take this lecture with you, it’s nice to have someone you know in the same class.

Leah and you manage to leave in two minutes, but you urge her to hit a faster pace as the clock is ticking. Running through the campus you keep checking the time, making sure you’re not late.

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This was beautiful❤️

Gin and Juice: Masterlist

in which a drunk boy and an anxious girl meet unexpectedly in a bathroom at a party

college football!shawn and socially anxious!reader

warnings: alcoholism, panic attacks, smut (***)

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Extra: The Spring Game 

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Loveee this!!!!❤️❤️❤️

Investigators?? | Connor Brashier

A/n: I was going to save this for like October and make it a little Halloween type thing, but I'm already in my spooky mood (have been since like July of 2018, if I'm being real) so I decided why not now?

Request:

Summary: Connor thinks because he got a night vision camera he can become… a paranormal investigator.

Warnings: just a whole bunch of stupidity

Word count: about 1k, it's short

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I stare at my boyfriend for a long while, still trying to process what he just told me. "Y'all are going to do what?"

"We're going ghost hunting," he says again. "Brian found this abandoned place downtown and its supposedly haunted or something. I don't really know but that's what we're doing."

"Over my dead body. You think I'm ready to lose you to some ghost? You've got me severely fucked up if you think I'm going to let you out there with just your camera and two of the biggest scaredy cats I know."

"Come on, sweetheart. It'll be fine. We'll be careful. And I'll call you if anything seems wrong."

"You're crazy if you think I'm letting you walk back in this house after you go ghost hunting in an abandoned, haunted building. No sir, I'll have to drown you in holy water like three times before I let that happen."

"So what? You're scared of ghosts?"

"Not friendly ghosts. But spirits? Nope, nope, nope. Not for me. Not today satan."

"Is there a difference?" 

"Yes there's a difference! And I swear to God, Connor if you come back home with some type of ghostly possession type thing - I don't even know what I'm talking about at this point. But if you come home with a ghost, I'm leaving your ass."

Connor just laughs, "Baby, calm down." He takes both my hands in his and kisses my knuckles. "You have nothing to worry about. I am coming back ghost less, okay? It's just something fun and stupid to do while the guys are still here."

"Stupid is right," I mumble into his chest. 

The knock on the front door tells me that the boys are here. I let go of my boyfriend so I can let them in. They smile when they see me, both engulfing me in a hug. "There's our favorite girlfriend."  When they finally release me, I slap both of their arms, earning a hearty laugh from Connor and a pained expression from both the boys in front of me. "Ow, what the fuck?!" Brian whines, rubbing his arm.

"What the hell are you thinking going to a haunted building? Is your goal in life to get possessed?"

"We're not gonna get possessed," Shawn assures me.

"Yeah, that's what Connor says. But I already told him he's not allowed to come back in the house if he comes back with some ghostly shit."

"Oh she kicked you out?" Brian laughs.

"Theoretically. So let's try not to get new possessed, yeah?"

"See! It can happen!"

"It can't!" Shawn wraps his arms around me. "He's messing with you. We'll take care of our boy, I promise."

"We'll take care of our boy," I mock. "And who's gonna take care of you? Full offense, but you and Brian have no idea how to protect anyone, let alone yourselves."

"Then I guess you'll just have to go with us," Connor places a quick kiss on my cheek.

"Um, no."

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And that's how I got here, standing behind my boyfriend who is shaking in anticipation. 

"Your video is going to be just as shaky as you if you don't calm yourself down. I thought this was just something fun to do. Why you scared, Brash?" 

"Oh fuck off," he nudged my shoulder, smiling over at me though, despite his tense demeanor. 

"Why the fuck is it so cold in here?" Brian complains.

"Maybe because it's haunted," I shrug, making my way around the shaking boys. Oddly enough being around these scared men makes me not as scared. "Some ghosts can control temperature." They all look at me like I'm crazy. "What?"

"How do you know that?" Shawn asks.

"I was that weird kid in middle school that liked to learn about supernatural stuff." And again they stare. "Yeah, I didn't have a lot of friends. Had to fill my time with something. Now are we gonna do this or are you gonna punk out?"

"I'm no punk, honey." Brin crosses his arms with a mock holier-than-thou expression on his face.

"Right," I nod. "That's why you're hiding behind Shawn?" Shawn scoots to the side and I giggle. "Brian, let me let you in on a secret. The farther behind you are, the easier it is for them to get to you." I clear my throat. "They pray on the single."

"Then I'm good, right, baby?" Connor flashes me that award winning smile and I can't help but fall into him.

"Very good," I nod and press a kiss to his lips.

"Shawn, kiss me, the ghosts can't know I'm single!" Brian tries jumping into his arms, but Shawn let's him stumble forward, knocking to the wall. The building creaks and suddenly it's not funny anymore to be here. I cling tighter to Connor's shirt and he chuckles. "Scared?" He whispers into my ear, causing me to shiver. 

"Of the building falling on me, yes. I've read books where that happens. It doesn't end well for the characters."

"Well we're not characters, y/n. We'll be fine." Shawn says.

"Okay, Mr. Bigshot, why don't you lead the way, then?" Connor challenges. 

"And risk getting hit by heavy debris? No thank you! I've got looks to maintain. This," he points to his face, "is the money maker."

I shrug, "I don't know. I know a few girls that thought you looked pretty hot with the cuts on your face when you fell off that bird."

"And what about you? Did you find it hot?" Connor looks at me questioningly. 

I laugh and pat his chest, "Let's just say I wasn't dreaming about you the day it happened."

"What?" He gapes and I laugh harder. 

"Come on, Brian, we're going ghost hunting!" I reach out and take Brian's hand, skipping out of reach from both Shawn and Connor.

"Y/n, get back here! We're not finished!" His voice follows us down the hall before he and Shawn follow us down the cold, dark corridor. 

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Fic authors deserve more credit.

Story time: I started reading a book about 23 hours ago and just finished it. Also in that time, I slept for 10 hours, spent time with family, was at work, etc. Anyway, I enjoyed the book (Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda,) but it felt like it flew by. So after I finished I looked up the word count because what are pages? Pages are meaningless. I only function in word counts anymore.

The estimate I found was 58,580. My immediate reaction was “oh, that’s why. That’s nothing!” But what a shitty response. Because no. That’s not nothing. That’s a whole. Damn. Book. An entire novel! And fic authors regularly bust out 30k, 50k, 100k, 150k words. AND THEY DO IT FOR FREE. WHILE WORKING AND LIVING THEIR LIVES.

So anyway, thank your favorite fic author today because they deserve it. Because they’re amazing. They’re the MVPs.

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Okay so because of this

I HAVE to post this

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IT IS VERY REAL!! ALWAYS BE AWARE.

Don’t take them off when you immediately see it. Wait until you get to a different destination bc they’re trying to distract you by getting it off then abducting you. Same thing goes if you find something on your windshield, it’s a distraction so they have time to get you.    

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The Perfect Arrangement | Shawn Mendes AU

Summary: When your father, the king of the southern kingdom, arranges for you to marry the werewolf prince of the northern kingdom to create an alliance, you are less than thrilled. The last thing you expect is to actually fall in love and find a better home than you left behind. Will things go as planned, or will this alliance come crumbling down around you? Will you choose love or your family? [fluff] [royal au] [werewolf au] 

Word count: 19k

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Astoria is beautiful this time of year. The trees are all turning bright shades of orange, red and yellow. Under any other circumstances you’d be thrilled to be visiting such a beautiful place. But now, today, you’re driving toward a future here. A future you didn’t choose for yourself and one you cannot change.

Your dad, the King of Highwater, made a lot of enemies on his way to the throne. You were only a baby when your family took the royal position in the Southern kingdom. Twenty three years later and he’s trying to make amends with those he turned against. But to do so he needs allies and there is no ally more powerful or larger than the Northern wolf kingdom of Astoria, and what better way to solidify an ally than to marry into their family.

When you were eighteen your older sister, the favorite child, married a man in the east who was set to take the throne of the Eastern kingdom. Danielle was always the pride and joy of your family. She was the prettiest, smartest and highest sought after woman in the South. Your parents doted on her, gave her everything. Danielle was a princess through and through and you…well you just did your own thing. You didn’t have to worry about being princess like, and that was just fine. You hated all that proper royal hullabaloo and stayed out of it. Until now.

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