He was so fragile, like the flowers his mother used to plant in his back garden, the ones cherry red that wilted too fast. Shawn was the cherry red flower, it was when he laid in my lap, our fingers intertwined and my arms around him, that I knew he would wilt too fast. © weepies. All rights reserved. [[TRIGGER WARNING]]

imagines for ur fav big headed canadian ≫ be original. don't steal any of my plots, it's not cool. any copied work will be reported and blocked.

I write imaginary stories that will never happen to me

basically what the title says. -requests are closed-

lowercase intended/no smut [requests are currently closed]

just imagine...

shawn imagines . disclaimer: the grammar in this book isn't the best but i'm not gonna go back through the whole book and edit it so yeah . warning: contains strong language and sexual scenes . read at your own risk¡

hope you cry reading this or some shit started: october 13, 2015 ***** ©all rights reserved (copyright) @confucius-shawn

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