Making a whole separate post on this matter cause jesus Christ guys this is important.
If you are getting any sort of urges or thoughts on wanting to murder something or to act out violently or anything of the sort. Please go consult a therapist or someone related.
If at any point you start feeling weird or feel off and it seems to happen when you go in a new shift. Do not play it off especially if it’s any sort of pain. It honestly is better safe than sorry.
I highly recommend you all to be conscious of your bodies and your mental health. If having thoughts of killing something to such happened through your whole life maybe talk to someone about it and see if you can work something out.
If you notice any change that isn’t right for your standard of age, weight, etc. Talk to someone.
It could be just a shift thing but it could also be an underlying symptom of something bigger.
Be smart guys. Be conscious. And do not try and play off everything as a kin thing. Seriously especially if you are young.
I love how you write my fluff ideas so I have one!! 😂😂 You and Shawn went to the same school and hated each other so much. you two never got along (of course you were into each other) and in a school trip, your were forced to share bedrooms because of a problem. Both always shouting at each other, throwing things but one day you were fighting and Shawn shuts you up with a kiss so rough so hard but so passionate, you literally melt in his arms…❤️😊
Authors note: so there’s going to be 2 parts cos there is so much I have to write- please tell me what you think because I’m legit on the fence and contemplating deleting
“I have to WHAT?” My jaw drops open in surprise. I stare into the room from the door, two single beds taking up most of the room.
“I’m truly sorry about this Y/n, but because you signed up so late for the summer camp, Shawn’s room was the only one left with a spare bed available”. Michelle, the camp leader, tells me, sending a sympathetic smile my way.
“How does this, I can’t.. What?” I don’t understand how I ended up in this situation. I had to spend 2 weeks at a camp that I had no interest in being at. My Mother had signed me up because she didn’t want me- I quote -‘to be on my dang phone the
whole summer’. I took the last spot available, two days before camp began. Because of how late notice it was- I was forced to share a room with a boy. Not just a boy but a boy I hated with my entire being. Shawn Mendes.
“We trust that putting both you and Shawn in a room won’t cause any, uh, hassles…” Michelle fiddles awkwardly, the young camp leader equally uncomfortable at telling two 17 year old’s not to get with each other over the two weeks of sharing a room. The thought made me laugh. Like I would ever want to get with Shawn.
“I didn’t think that this would be allowed- isn’t there camp policies?” I ask, gesturing between Shawn and I. My gaze flicks over to Shawn for the first time since I got here. I can’t help but admit that he did look good in the black nike shorts he was wearing, and the t-shirt adorning his figure enhanced his muscular chest.
I shake my head, I was supposed to be hating this guy- not picturing what he’d look like without a shirt.
“It isn’t.” Michelle giggles- her fair complexion suited the airy laugh she had. “But your Mum was so insistent on having you at camp that we agreed- as long as you both agreed not to do anything inappropriate”.
“Like I’d ever do anything like that with Y/n”. Shawn rolls his eyes and I send him an icy glare.
“Shut up Shawn, like you’d get any if you even tried.” I hiss, walking past him and dumping my bag on the bed yet to be covered with linen.
“Well I’m just going to head off now- check on other campers, lunch is served at 1 in the dining hall!” Michelle cheers, smiling at us before shutting the door quickly. It was like she could sense a fight which of course, was inevitably coming. Shawn and I had been going to school together since we were 15 and over the past 3 years we had never gotten along. Not once.
I grab out my bed sheets from the bag and begin the laborious process of making my bed. I feel Shawn’s eyes on me and I look at him to see him smirking.
“What?” I snap, moving around to the other side of the bed to tuck the sheet in.
“Nothing, well, I just find it funny that you think if I tried anything that you thought you would be able to resist me.”
I scoff, grabbing out my doona. “You’re insane, Shawn.”
“Says you,” he scowls, beginning to unpack his own bag.
“What are you trying to say Shawn?” I glare at him, chucking the quilt over my bed.
“Just that I don’t know how I got stuck with you.” He shrugs his shoulders.
“You think I asked to get put in a room with you? News flash Shawn- I don’t even want to be here!” He stares at me for a moment, the silencing engulfing the room.
I sigh, leaving my bag open on the floor and grabbing my camper’s pass. “I’m leaving, it’s nearly one.”
“I don’t care.” Shawn mutters, his back to me.
“Shut up Shawn,” I call to him over my shoulder before slamming the door shut to our cabin.
Its going to be a long 2 weeks.
The only good thing about camp so far was that my friend Ally had been forced to go along as well by her parents- her parents having the same reason as my Mum, that we needed to get ‘fresh air’.
Now I was sitting on a table with five other girls who we had been making conversation with.
“Hey Y/n, Shawn 2 o’clock,” Ally elbows me and I groan softly, digging my fork into my baked potato angrily.
“Whoa, girl, that baked potato doesn’t deserve your anger,” Naomi, Ally’s room mate, teases me. Even though I had only met her around 20 minutes ago, Naomi and I were developing a fast friendship.
“Its Shawn that’s got her so worked up.” Ally giggles and that one comment catches the whole table’s attention.
“Is Shawn your boyfriend Y/n?” Jordan, a short strawberry blonde sitting across the table, asks me.
“No!” I say quickly and Ally laughs.
“Shawn and Y/n are room mates for camp,” Ally tells the group, a lock of shock across most of their faces.
“Who’s Shawn?” Lacey asks, twirling her brown hair around her fingers- a habit I discovered that she did a lot.
“The one in the black shorts and t-shirt, dark brown hair.” Ally points him out.
“Damn girl, why aren’t you dating him?” Naomi asks, her eyes twinkling with humor.
“Don’t try me right now.” I point my fork at them all, Sarah and Jordan laughing at my reaction.
“They’re sworn enemies.” Ally continue to fill the group in.
“Damn right we are,” I comment, taking a bite of my baked potato.
“They also have insane sexual tension, trust me, you’ll feel it when they’re near each other-”
“Ally!” I yelp, slapping her arm which causes her to jump in surprise.
“Ow! Why would you do that?” She asks, frowning at me.
I ignore her question, looking at the girls who are all trying to hold back laughs.
“We don’t have any sexual tension guys, Ally’s just joking.” I say seriously.
“Don’t deny it Y/n, I mean Shawn is very good looking.” Naomi chuckles, winking at me. The girls nod, agreeing,
“Ugh, stop this is Shawn.” I shiver, my stomach flipping when I thought of Shawn’s curly hair and dark eyes.
“Honey, look at him- actually great time to look at him ‘cos he’s walking this way.” Naomi says. Her short dark curly hair bounces as she laughs at my shocked expression as I quickly turn to look over my shoulder where, of course, Shawn was walking straight towards me. A smirk appears on his face when he catches my gaze.
“Look at the time, got to go.” I rush, trying to get up.
“Nope, sit back down, I want to see this sexual tension live and in action.” Naomi tells me sternly, pulling my arm to sit me back down.
“Aw look at my little room mate, already made some friends,” Shawn ruffles my hair and I scowl at him, turning away from him to face forward, conveniently away from him.
“Don’t you have someone else to bother Shawn.” I growl at him, my body freezing as he leaned forward, one hand on the left side of me to grip onto the table to support his body as his chest pressed against my back. His other arm went over my right shoulder to grab a chunk of potato that I had previously cut off and chucking it into his mouth.
“You know I love to annoy you.” He smirks, licking his bottom lip.
“You know I love to hate you.” I smile sarcastically, tilting my head back to meet his eyes. “Now go away, you’ve had your fun.”
“Aw no please?” Shawn pouts, leaning closer so that his face was a few inches from mine and the familiar glare that Shawn must be so accustomed to returns to my face.
“Shut up Shawn.” I tell him, pushing his face away from mine.
“That’s her favorite thing to tell him.” I hear Ally whisper. I look back to see 6 pairs of eyes glued to Shawn and I. I give them all a warning look and everyone except Naomi and Ally return to their food.
“Ally was right, your sexual tension is crazy.” Naomi states bluntly and I feel my cheeks grow hot, Shawn’s body that was still pressed against my back was creating warning bells in my head.
“Right?” Shawn jokes, and the warning bells get louder. “We should hook up, doesn’t that sound like something we should do?” He teases, leaning closer to me again and the smell of his cologne was intoxicating and something that I shouldn’t be wanting more of.
“In your dreams Shawn.” I shove his hand off my shoulder.
“I know you will be.” He winks and my cheeks feel hotter then the sun, “How about you meet me in my room- around 9?” He grins cheekily and I roll my eyes.
“We’re sharing a room you idiot.” I mutter, resting my elbow on the table and placing my head in my hand.
“That makes everything easier then,” He grins, and a few of the other girls on the table giggle in response. I feel my stomach twist in annoyance.
“Just leave me alone Shawn.” I push my chair back and he moves out of the way to avoid getting hit.
“No can do Sweetheart.” He grins again and I clench my hands into fists.
“I’m not going to say this again. Leave. Me. Alone. I don’t like you, you don’t like me so just can we ignore each other for lets say, the rest of these two weeks? Agreed? Perfect.” I don’t give him a chance to respond before turning away, saying a quick ‘see you later’ to the girls before leaving the dinning hall.
GUYS PLS YOU CAN STOP FAKING IT THIS IS GETTING OUT OF HAND 700 IS LIKE A BIG ASS NUMBER HOLY SHIT–
I’m going to make this pretty short because I don’t want to babble about how nice it feels to have so much quality follow me out of pity. Seriously guys especially with how low my activity has been it makes me real happy. I appreciate everyone personal and rp that follows me even if we don’t really interact because I’m only one picky person.
I wish I was just making this up but you know that feeling when you’re so sensitive and introverted that you’re nearly dysfunctional in social situations where there’s a lot of stimuli
Like I could understand perfectly everything that’s going on while at home watching a show or hanging out with my 2 friends, but in a crowded place, someone uses sarcasm and I suddenly have no idea they’re just joking. I seriously asked this guy if invisible glasses were a thing