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This has gotten to a sickening point. Do I really need to remind you fake ass koreaboos that you can’t stan KOREAN PEOPLE, KOREAN GROUPS, AND KOREAN MUSIC and in the very same breathe degrade and insult their KOREAN recognition, KOREAN culture, and KOREAN pride?

Like some of you guys are here shitting on the ideals and importance of the very country your faves call HOME just so you can elevate their “Western importance” For the last time, Western recognition isn’t SHIT KPOP GROUPS DON’T NEED IT so ifans get your head out of your ass and respect their heritage or go back to stanning your Western groups this is getting ridiculous

on their way to get some alien sighting

will stop by the bubble tea shop if they come across it

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Men of Reddit, what innocent behaviors have you changed out of fear you might be accused of wrong doing? • r/AskReddit
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Just a short selection of comments I found. It seems men can’t seem to get away from being called pedos and perverts.

Sticking to myself at shopping centers.

I’m a tall(6'3), bearded man who grew up in a small town of about 800. So I grew up holding the door for anyone, saying have a nice day or howdy everywhere I go, and help anyone with anything if they need it. It’s just how I was raised.

One day I was headed to my girlfriends house and decided to stop at Walmart to grab some snacks on the way down. I was 20 years old at the time, but for as big as I am and the beard you could confuse me for 25-30. Anyhow, I was standing in the chip isle and noticed a little girl no older than 5 wandering around looking frightened, so I walked over and said are you lost? And she just kept saying “ mommy ” so instantly trying to do the right thing I thought to take her to the cashier so she may call over the loud speaker and call for her mother. As I walked she held her hand up to hold mine and I thought nothing of it, being as I was only doing the logical thing. Next thing I know the mother runs up to me screaming and snatching her daughter up, calling me a kidnapper and threatening to call the police. I tried explaining the situation and where I was trying to take her, unfortunately she was an uneducated moron and at that point I got a little heated and decided to tell her to maybe not let her child run off next time. Moral of the story, I tried to do the right thing not even thinking about how it would look for a bearded man to be walking with your little girl, even though they shouldn’t of been left alone, but it’s definitely something I’ll never do again.

When shopping with my wife and she wants to try stuff on I just have her text me pictures of her outfits if she wants my opinion.

We were at Macy’s a few months ago and I was just patiently waiting outside the dressing room waiting for my wife and she would open the door and step out to get my opinion.

I was just looking at my phone and minding my own business when I notice people walking up to me. A middle aged woman had gotten a manager and she had brought a security official of some type and asked me to leave or they would be forced to call the police.

It was super embarrassing and now I feel super self-conscious when shopping with my wife.

I stopped going to the playground with my niece. She loves it when I’m there with her. Going on slides with her or pushing her swing. But according to the mother’s there and the old ladies its creepy for a man to go there, even with my niece.

At first I didn’t care, I just ignored them. But some even went as far to ask my niece who’s only 3 if I was her father and other inappropriate things. Even got the cops called on me twice and after explaining the situation and having to go as far as having to get my sister down there, they left. But I’m still a creep to the woman’s eyes. I don’t talk to the other kids, I say Hi back and answer them if they ask something.

But… I just don’t understand.

I’ve been getting driving lessons recently and after the first one the instructor dropped me off and when we were organising new lessons we just said we would meet at the same place. It’s outside a school.

We probably met there about 10 times at various parts of the day in a car with massive “Driver Learning School” stickers all over it.

A woman came up to me yesterday as told me how it was wierd that two men met there and how people were talking and how there were “weirdos” about who people thought were selling drugs and how we wouldn’t want anyone thinking we were “weirdos”.

I’m a large dude. I seem to get more scared of this at work.

I’ve been told I’m intimidating in meetings. I pay close attention to my tone and body language now.

I stare at the elevator doors with my headphones on, especially when a lady gets on.

When the kids charity uses our offices for events every few weeks, I go to a different floor to use a private bathroom so I’m not alone in a public bathroom with any kids.

I volunteer at cub scouts. No parent or scoutmaster (predominantly male) is allowed to take the children anywhere alone. Not even to let them play in the gym after the pack meeting.

A female colleague was leaving the company. I offered a handshake. She asked for a hug (which I gave). I told her that in a company with 60% women, you never assume a hug. She nodded and said ‘Fair point.’

I have a bad back. I asked for a place to lay down occasionally during the day for short periods of time. They told me to use the 'wellness room’. Which is built for and decorated for nursing moms. And it’s outside the women’s bathroom. I told them a 6'4" dude with a beard laying on the floor outside the women’s bathroom is not a good look. They agreed. I lay on the cold tile of the handicapped bathroom now.

All it takes is an accusation, even if wholly unfounded. The conversation will always be there. I make sure I don’t even put myself in that situation.

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This week I’m giving a shoutout to my fav person ever @poorpersonsgiude. You go girl! Also @stormfallss for lighting up my phone for over two hours the other night. Thanks for the love.

1. Keep paper bills. Bills such as internet, rent, and utility for up to five months. These help prove residency, which will be useful when applying for Medicaid, in-state tuition, and for some jobs. If you’re not receiving any sort of paper bills, keep pay stubs with your address on them instead.

2. Cheap salt. Never spend more than a dollar on salt. Seriously. Chain supermarkets and dollar stores will sell large quantities of it to you for 99 cents. You’re not the Queen of Sheba- you don’t need $5 salt.

3. Wooden floors. If any part of you apartment/dorm room has a wooden floor, consider buying Bona Hardwood Cleaner. It’s a little pricey, but my last squeeze bottle lasted me just short of a year. It’s the best wood cleaner around.

4. Postage stamps. You don’t have to go to your local post office to buy stamps (which is great because sometimes it’s not “local” at all). You can purchase them at pharmacy centers like CVS or Rite Aid, as well as large chain supermarkets such as Stop & Shop and Walmart. 

5. Moisturizers. Pick up at least one moisturizer to save your hands during these long winter months. If you’re a newbie just buy Gold Bond, it’s cheap and good for everything except your face. 

6. Shower heads. If you have a terrible apartment shower head with no water pressure buy yourself a better one. There a color changing shower heads on Amazon that I personally swear by. Just be sure to keep the original shower head and to replace it when you move out.

7. Keep your student ID card. Even after you stop attending school. You’ll still be able to receive student discounts at places like museums and cinemas. They have no way of knowing if you’re still a student. What are they gonna do- call your school? I do this all the time! 

8. Yankee Candle. Is so expensive, but it’s the only candle really worth buying. I’ve tried all sorts of discount candles from dollar stores and even from Target, but none of them smell even half as good as Yankee Candle.

9. Reminders. Forgetting important things such as bill payments, birthdays, or contraceptives? Set alarms and reminders on your Iphone to help you stay on top. I personally hate the Iphone calendar app so I downloaded Cozi (it’s free) and I use that instead.

10. Clean that fridge. Try to purge your fridge out at least once a month. There’s nothing more disgusting than food so decomposed that you can’t discern what it once was. The general rule of thumb about leftovers is if you don’t eat it within the next two days you won’t ever eat it. Try to give your fridge a sponge bath every three months, the shelves are easy to remove and I just wash them in my sink.

My Happiness - Z. H.

A/N: New upload woop woop! I’ve had this in my drafts for a few days but forgot to post, sorry for flopping. I’m so happy that I finally wrote something for Zach again. Feel free to send in requests. Hope you like this one! xx
Requested: yes
Warnings? Just Zach being a cute little bean.

Walking out of school, you checked your phone for what felt like the millionth time today. No new messages. Sighing, you put it into your back pocket and made your way to your car, getting in and driving home. You had a mountain of homework that needed to be done but all your brain seemed to focus on was the fact that your boyfriend went M.I.A. You hadn’t heard from Zach all day, he had ignored all your messages and calls. You were getting worried and called again but this time your call went straight to voice mail. Fed up with the situation you flung your phone across the room and tried to focus your attention on the task in front of you. But chemistry was the last thing on your mind.

You were just finishing your last assignment of the week when your phone buzzed from your bed, illuminating your dark room. Practically jumping out of the chair and onto your mattress you reached for your phone, opening the message. You quickly read through it and your heart sunk.

Zachary <3: Hi baby, sorry for not answering your texts. I’m just kinda down and didn’t wanna ruin your day. The guys just left for the cinema so I’ll call you in a bit.

Zach had never been too keen on talking about his feelings but he wasn’t one to shut you out like this. He always told you when something was bothering him so this confused you. Deciding that you couldn’t wait any longer you put on some leggings and a sweatshirt and got into your car not even five minutes later. You made a pit stop at Chipotle and Walmart, knowing your boyfriend would be easier to handle with a full belly. You parked your car in the driveaway, the spot next to you empty, confirming what Zach had told you and made your way to the door, opening it with the key the guys had given you. 

The house was silent expect for some music coming from the living room. You quietly followed the sound and stopped at the door, seeing your boyfriend on the floor, his back against the couch with a guitar in his lap. He was just strumming the guitar and you took the opportunity to really look at him. He was wearing a simple white tee with some sweatpants, his hear down and looking soft as ever. You noticed the way his mouth was turned downwards slightly and the bags under his eyes, showing how tired he was. The boys had been working non-stop, never taking a break, no matter how often everyone around them – even their fans -  told them to rest. It certainly had taken a toll on them but them being the stubborn children they were, refused to admit that. Looking at Zach now you couldn’t help but feel butterflies in your stomach. He had such an effect on you and you wondered if he knew what he was doing to you.

He must have sensed someone staring at him because next thing you knew he was looking at you with surprised eyes. “What are you doing here?” The question didn’t come out harsh, he sounded relieved more than anything. You sent him a smile and walked over to him “You didn’t think I’d just stay home after you told me you’re having a bad day, did you? I came here for cuddles. Oh, and I brought food” You lifted the bag as evidence and set it down on the floor when you reached the couch. Zach didn’t waste any time and pulled you down with him immediately, engulfing you in a hug. You inhaled his sweet scent and kissed his chest, feeling him relax a bit. “As much as I would love to stay like this I didn’t spent money on nothing so we better dive into the food.” Zach just chuckled but nodded nonetheless. The two of you spent the next hour or so just eating and talking about random stuff but you could tell that something was still bothering him. You tried to get it out of him but he just waved you off. “Okay babe, what’s on your mind? You’re being so distant, this isn’t you. I know you don’t want to talk about it but at least tell me what I can do” Zach just looked at you with tired eyes. The sight in front of you broke your heart: the adorable smile had left his face and the sparkle in his eyes seemed to have dimmed. The only way to describe it was tired.

You quickly took matters into your own hands, getting up from the floor and pulling Zach with you. Your eyes scanned the living room and settled on the things you needed. You marched over to the other side of the room and picked up all the pillows and blankets you could find. He was looking at you the whole time with curious eyes but it seemed as if he saw where you were going with this. You threw the pillows on the sofa, took Zach’s hand and pulled him down with you so his head was lying on your lap. You wrapped the blanket around him and whispered “I want you to rest a bit. What you’re doing isn’t healthy, you’re gonna make yourself sick. Please baby, you need to take care of yourself.” You looked down at him and the look he gave you made your heart swell. Zach’s eyes held so much love and adoration for you. He took your hand in his, intertwining them and kissed the back of it. Your other hand went up to his hear, knowing that it calmed him when you played with it while humming some melody. Your humming soon turned into singing and when you glanced at Zach again you saw he was falling asleep. Not a second later he opened his eyes a little and whispered with a small smile

“Thank you for being my happiness”

Alphas Chapter Two

Why Is He In Your Bed?

In this chapter, Theo is gonna sleep over at the readers for the rest of the week due to working on the science project & Stiles and Lydia go to the McCall house to see the reader and Theo sleeping in bed together. Also the reader and Theo talk about why Theo bullied her.

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  • you have walked through every aisle twice, but you are certain you have never seen this particular set of disney juice glasses before.
  • you wonder if anyone truly needs this many american flags. you wonder if perhaps YOU need this many american flags, and begin to fill your cart
  • aisle four is entirely mayonnaise. you know better than to question it.
  •  you are in the center of the store now. your phone does not have service. you are not sure if it ever did
  • wherever you go, elsa is always watching. you cannot, no matter how hard you try, let it go.
  • rollback. roll what back? you decide to investigate, but are distracted by another aisle of oddly specific kitchen appliances before you can
  • NEW RELEASES, the sign above the dvds reads. you are sure several of these came out when you were a child. you are no longer sure what year it is
  • you pass a screaming child. you pass another screaming child. the children are always screaming. where are their parents?
  • a woman walks past you, holding a knife covered in something dark and red and dripping. knives and blood are both in aisle three, next to the food processors.
  • the doors are always letting people in. you are not sure you have ever seen them let someone out.
  • the gun aisle seems smaller this winter. perhaps the locals have been stocking up again. you continue into the liquor aisle. the guns are none of your concern.

ainiyuku  asked:

Hello!! I took a trip to Walmart today and got distracted in the toy aisle when I saw they had a Spider-Man Super Car for kids to drive around. Do you think something like that would happen in the Voltron Family AU?

[The Voltron Family] Keith had to make a quick stop at Walmart since Shiro called him that they ran out of ingredients for dinner. The kids were with him after picking them up from their play date with the Patterson’s. 

“Don’t wander too far,” Keith started as he faced his three children.

“Stick with Daddy,” Hunk, Lance and Pidge finished in unison with bored voices, pretty much used to the grocery mantra.

“Oh, c’mon. Don’t give me those looks,” Keith mused. “Daddy Shiro’s cooking Spaghetti alla puttanesca. So that’s something to look forward to when we get home.” When the little ones groaned, he asked, “I thought you kids liked that?”

“Daddy Shiro sometimes overcooks the pasta,” Pidge whispered. “I don’t trust him. I love him lots but I don’t trust him.”

Keith laughed. “You’re being dramatic. He’ll do fine. In fact, if we do this quick, I can help him avoid overcooked pasta.”

The kids helped him get things from different aisles so they could go home soon. Pidge placed two bars of cheese while Hunk added a pack of sugar. Keith looked around and he was missing one.

“Where’s blue ranger?” Keith asked, looking back and forth. 

Hunk and Pidge shrugged.

“Where did your brother go?” Keith asked again. He moved out of the aisle and looked to his left. “Lance? Lance?”

“BEEP BEEP!” came a familiar voice that belonged to a five-year-old. 

Keith turned to his right and there appeared a Spider-Man toy car from the toys section, with a little Cuban boy as its driver.

“Oh god. Buddy, where did you get that?!” Keith asked him.

“I saw this car and the guy said it’s okay for me to ride! It’s Spider-Man, Daddy Keith!” Lance said in delight, still not pulling over. He turned to his right where his siblings were. The other two just widened in surprise and both ran towards him.

“This is so cool!” Hunk said in awe. “I wanna ride it too!”

“Hey! Ladies first!!” Pidge butted it.

“No, this is mine! Find your own cars!” Lance pouted.

Shiro opened the front door as soon as he heard the car parked outside. The kids ran quickly inside with bags of groceries heading to the kitchen, looking so excited. He didn’t expect them to have so much fun at the grocery store, but he guessed something must have happened there, but what?

His question was soon answered when Keith entered the house, struggling to carry two big boxes. Well, that didn’t look right. What he asked wasn’t much that required a box in the first place. After Keith placed them down on the floor, he got out once again and this time he was carrying one box of the same size.

Before he even had the chance to ask his husband a question, the three kids appeared again and jumped up and down beside Keith.

“Open it, open it!!” 

“Relax!” Keith laughed. “You’ll get to ride soon. Let me just get a—”

“What is going on?” Shiro finally asked, no longer liking being clueless.

“Daddy Keith bought us Spider-Man cars!!” His children said in unison, big smiles on their faces, hands balled up in excitement.

“He what?” Shiro asked in bewilderment and turned to Keith who was obviously trying to avoid looking at him. So, no one was going to talk. He looked at the boxes and turned it around to see the cover and the price tag.

Keith gulped loudly.

“You spent 700 dollars for three identical toy cars?!” Shiro gasped out loudly, looking pointedly at Keith. 

“They wanted to race! You can’t do that with one car! Plus, there are three of them,” Keith tried to explain, looking even more guilty than before. “Besides, who doesn’t love Spider-Man!? Right?”

“Unbelievable.” Shiro dragged a hand down his face.

[PART 02]

Don’t Resent Me

This is the sequel to Forgive me, which was written for the forgiveness challenge. You have to read that first cause it picks up right where that one ended. I’m not sure it *really* fits with this week’s resentment challenge, but let’s say it does. Also, I used one of the prompts from my inbox for this:

@ladymegg asked for: 43. “I swear to god if you touch me…” This is probably not quite what you imagined? I’m so sorry!

Now on with the actual story which got so long you’re getting a read more.

The woman, William’s new mother, clings to the boy she considers her son. When her arms tighten around him instinctively, Will starts to squirm. Mulder wants to see it as a sign that Will recognizes him, which is silly, or Scully, which seems likely; but in the end, he doesn’t know. Mulder has to stop himself from sprinting over there and grabbing his son out of the woman’s clutch. This is his son, he thinks, but this woman, this Mrs. Van de Kamp, she loves the child, too. And, as much as even the thought burns him, Will must love her as well. Mulder glances at Scully, quickly, before he turns away again. Her face is pale, ashen almost, and fixated on their son. Both her hands are on the car door; she’s ready to run away, to flee. Leave their son here and never talk about it ever again. They’re good at that, after all. He’s brought her here without any warning; he couldn’t have told her, he reasons, because she would never have come had she known. When her knuckles turn white from grabbing the door, Mulder winces and averts his eyes. Forgive me, he thinks again; his forever mantra now. Maybe one day she will. Maybe one day his son will as well.

The thing is that Mulder doesn’t know if he can do this without her. He knows he doesn’t want to. What he’s not sure about, though, is whether or not he’d do it anyway.

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“I had a fun time with you“

(A/N): FYI (Y/I) stands for (Your/Initials), Enjoy x also, i have not proofread this yet i apologise 

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“The anonymous street artist (Y/I) strikes once again…“

As soon as the familiar name is mentioned his attention is immediately drawn to the television. Apparently the mysterious person, who has been leaving several paintings all over the city, has almost been caught yesterday during the process of creating another masterpiece. Since the cops were incapable of catching hold of them, the anonymous artist has once again slipped through their fingers. 

Josh has been fascinated by their work from day one. Even though each portrait has its own individual interpretation, all of them hold the same message, which could be defined as diverse, observant, equaled and human. The country itself has been taken over by republicans, after being governed democratically for eight years. A lot of insurrections and turmoils have surfaced ever since the new president has been elected. (Y/I) paintings are often responses to countrywide but also citywide political occurrences, representing their own personal opinion, which should frankly speak to every person who has a slightly sense of humanity. In the eye of publicity their performance is seen as some act of rebellion, since the art pieces are mostly against the decisions and choices made by the new government. 

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The other day I found the mix cd I burned with Tim McGraw on it from summer 2006 and it got me thinking about how a few months later, on a roadtrip I stopped in a Walmart with my friend to go get snacks and happened to see Taylor’s debut album in the new releases section and bought it right then and there. And I remember the entire drive home having that cd on repeat as I tried to memorize every word. And how I couldn’t believe how accurate Stay Beautiful was to my life because I had a crush on my neighbor Corey who walked home from school every day. And I think back to the first time I saw Taylor live. She opened for Rascal Flatts and no one in my section of the arena was standing or singing along to the songs except me. And I’ll never forget the feeling I felt hearing those songs live for the first time.

So much has changed but those feelings never will. I will still buy Taylor’s album and have it on repeat for months, I will still relate to her music in ways I never thought I could because I always feel so alone when I’m going through it, but she somehow always knows just what to say. And I’ll still always get so excited, like I can feel my heart beating out of my chest and my stomach drop, when the lights go down before she comes on stage. I’ll still dance and sing along to every word. Taylor has always been such a constant in my life and I’m so thankful for her.

anonymous asked:

What's a fact about Norway that most people would be surprised to hear?

-lollipop is called love on a stick
-Norway introduced the Japanese to salmon sushi
-Norway stopped funding Walmart cause they employ minors and force employees to work overtime and pays women less
-it’s illegal to die in one of our towns (Longyearbyen)
-we are one of the top oil producers in the world but one of the most expensive places to buy gas
-it costs between 2500-3500$ to get the drivers license and you have to be 18
-speeding is often harder punished than drug possession
-we have a bee highway
-our reindeers have to be tested for radioactivity after the Chernobyl disaster and if they’re too radioactive they get released into da wild
-snow days? What snow days? There are no snow days. Once a bus to my school crashed cause of snow and ice and half the students that were in that bus still came to school.
-income tax returns are public so everyone can see what you earn
-Andres Behring breivik (you might’ve heard of the guy? Murdered 69 teens) got his ps2 replaced by a PS3 cause he threatened to stave himself if not
-we have channels who air 24/7 programs minute by minute like knitting, ferry rides and train rides
-the butter crisis. It was fucking ridiculous. We literally ran out of butter cause everyone got hooked on the high fat diet. People were caught smuggling tons of butter in from Denmark and Sweden and there were online auctions
-it’s not unusual for the Norwegian police to go months without firing a gun. Not one police officer but like, no shots fired by police at all
-transgender kids down to the age of six can legally change their gender

part two: underestimated silence - gang!shawn

a/n: please be advised there is a lot of foul language starting out immediately. That’s probably something you want to get use to, especially with my writing lol just saying. <3 please please feel free to request and let me know how you feel about this series! (: enjoy part two! sorry it took so long to get up, it’s kind of a lot to juggle writing and working all the time but i am trying! (: also sorry for any errors i missed.

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“Lylia, would you please shut the fuck up and let it go? All I was trying to do was be a decent person, why is that so hard to believe?” You groaned at your best friend who had been pestering you for your act of kindness in the classroom earlier, just as you were expected. “C’mon Y/N, first of all more than half of the school fears him because they’ve seen what he’s capable of and don’t even pretend like you haven’t heard the rumors about all the crazy drugs people think he does and all the crimes he’s supposedly committed. Secondly, hello the man’s fucking gorgeous.” Lylia rolled her eyes, turning into a Walmart parking lot.

“I’m about to fight you, I swear,” you laughed frustratedly, “For starters, the keywords are ‘rumors’ and ‘supposedly’. You of all people, Lylia, shouldn’t be believing any of the bullshit that comes out of any of these fake bitches mouths. We’re freshman in college, Ly, most of these ‘adults’ haven’t grown the hell up yet and somehow think it’s mature to gossip and spread false statements like a wildfire about someone that they more than likely haven’t even had a 30 minute conversation with or even at all. Also, yeah the dude’s attractive so what? Just cause he’s attractive doesn’t mean shit, I would’ve done the same exact thing for Gold Digger and you know how we feel about him. I’m honestly super disappointed I actually heard that come out of your mouth.” You explained, unbuckling your seatbelt after Lylia found a parking space.

Your response left Lylia unsure of what to reply, she sighed and shook her head. “You’re right, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t feed into the bullshit. We all have our moments though, but you know that’s why I have you to pull me back on track!” She laughed and gave you a rather strong side hug before you had a chance to step out of the car. You returned the hug with a smile, “We look out for each other, that’s what friends are for, dingus!” You laughed, gently pushing her off before opening the car door and hopping out. “Let’s hurry up and get this over with, we gotta meet up with Lucas in 30 minutes.” Lylia gave you a confused look, “Didn’t he just buy a quarter from us like, the day before yesterday?” You nodded. “Yeah, what do you expect when we got the best shit in town?” You responded with a rather cocky smirk. “You right, you right.” Lylia surrendered, nudging your side softly.

Grabbing a worn down, wobbly shopping cart on your way into Walmart, you stopped for a second to think. “What are we supposed to be bringing to Jeff’s party, again?” you questioned, attempting to recall what items you were here for in the first place. “Uhm,” Lylia paused for a minute, “I think he said we were on snack duty. I remember him saying something about us having the best taste in munchies or something like that, it was actually quite a sweet compliment.” You chuckled, picturing Jeff wording his compliment so dramatically but kindly. “Jeff is something else, but he certainly isn’t wrong that’s for sure. He definitely picked the best people for the snack department.”

The two of you made your way towards an aisle filled with more snackish food, such as cracks, chips, fruit snacks, that kinda stuff. In the first aisle you searched in only a few items had made it into the cart so far and that was a couple different big pack flavors of Oreo’s. You can never go wrong with Oreos. You and Lylia made sure the fruit and vegetable section last to make sure the food kept cold. As the shopping continued, 10 minutes later your cart was sufficiently fill, just the perfect amount to feed a pretty good sized college party. “I think this is fine.” You stated, proud of how quickly and adequately Lylia and yourself had completed your task.

“Where is it we are supposed to be meeting Lucas, exactly?” Lylia asked curiously as she helped you load the groceries into the trunk of her car. “Devon’s house.” you answered, packing in the last bag. As Lylia closed the trunk, you returned the cart to one of the cart corrals. While making your way to the customer’s house, you thought about whether or not Shawn was going to be at the party tonight. Not that you were going to be sad if he wasn’t but he was an intriguing guy and you weren’t going to lie to yourself by saying you didn’t want to know more about this stranger. He couldn’t be as scandalous as everybody made him out to be, there is two sides to every story.

“Tan house on the left.” You directed, as Lylia pulled up and parked. “Lucas told me Devon said they were going to leave the door unlocked for me, so I’ll be right back, okay?” Lylia nodded, as you collected the medium sized smell proof bag. You stepped out of the car and walked up to the doorway, you knocked three times before opening the door and entering just like Lucas instructed you to do. “Aye.” You shouted loudly, not seeing anyone upon entering. After moments of silence you heard the sound of someone running up stairs, before you knew it out from around the corner came Lucas. “Hey, sorry. Thanks for coming.” Lucas greeted, taking a wad of cash out of his pocket and extending it to you. “No worries, thanks for your business.” you spoke, handing him his product. “Where’s Jamie?” You asked, she was a good friend of yours for around 3 years now and was dating Lucas. “She’s at work right now, unfortunately.” He sighed. “Oh, damn,” You shook your head, “That sucks.” He shrugged as you began to walk towards the front door, “Hey wait, are you going to the party tonight?” he asked. You turned around to face him not wanting to be rude, “Well yeah, Jeff is one of my closest friends.” You laughed. “Cool, guess we’ll see you later than?” he suggested. “Sounds good.” You responded before heading out the door, eager to get to Jeff’s and get everything set up so you could relax and smoke a fat blunt.

Walking back to Lylia’s car you heard her jamming from clear across the yard, laughing you entered the car, greeted by A Day To Remember’s “Naivety” blasting through the speakers. “What I hate about getting older, where’s my naivety? Wondering when I’m gonna get taller, where’s my naivety? Thinking back when we were younger, all the things we believed that we could do. Don’t wanna live by fear of failure, where’s my naivety?” you sang excitedly as Lylia drove off to Jeff’s. It wasn’t a very long drive, only about 10 minutes. You decided to shoot Jeff and text to let him know you guys were only about 5 minutes out.

“Alright, let’s get this party started!” Lylia shouted enthusiastically, popping the trunk and jumping out of the car. You giggled at her eagerness to get things on a roll, you also knew she was excited to see Jeff. You stepped out of the car sliding your phone into your back pocket. After filling up your arms with bags, Jeff appeared from the front door, he propped it open and jogged over to the car. “Just set everything on the island.” He stated as he passed you, grabbing a load of groceries himself. You walked into Jeff’s super nice house and made your way into the spacious kitchen, setting down all the groceries with a loud groan. Once everything was safely secured onto the island, Lylia and Jeff made their way in, bags covering their arms. You began taking everything out of the bags while your two friends discarded their bags onto the shiny, large island which was placed in the center of one long wall and a slightly shorter wall of beautiful dark maple wood cabinets, with a large black refrigerator placed at the very end of the shorter wall.

“Do you think this will be enough for the party?” You asked, taking out two family sized bags of BQQ Lays. “For the party?” Jeff questioned, “I thought this was all for me.” He joked, causing you all to burst out laughing. “But no in all honesty, you got a perfect amount of such a wide variety of stuff from vegetables to different fruits to chips to a shit ton of different kind of cookies.” Jeff said seriously.  “Haha, good one babe.” Lylia responded to Jeff’s cheesy joke, playfully rolling her eyes. “I know right I am so hilarious it’s concerning. Funny than of the two of you combined!” Jeff teased, earning a gently smack from Lylia. “Ow!” Jeff shouted dramatically. “Awe, y’all are two cute, why aren’t you officially dating again?” You asked, earning a glare from Lylia. However, you kept a smirk plastered to your face and in that exact moment she knew this was your form of payback for all the endless pestering about Shawn earlier. “Uhhh…” both of them babbled, looking at each other at a loss of what to say. “S-shut up, Y/N.” Lylia finally stuttered out.

You laughed manically before turning around to make your way back out to the car, “I forgot my purse, I’ll be right back.” As you made your way to Lylia’s car in the driveway you noticed a car you didn’t recognize pull up in front of Jeff’s house. Not knowing who was inside, you decided it would be best to pretend like you didn’t see them after noticing the car was still running. You grabbed your purse hurriedly and walked quickly back into Jeff’s house, “Hey uh, Jeff? Did you invite someone else over early?” you asked, walking back into the kitchen. Jeff thought about your question for a minute, “Oh yeah, I asked my boy Stephen if he would come over early and help us out with setting up the platters and what not. We could always use a extra hand. Why?” Jeff explained, setting out several different large bowls and platters for stuff like chips, crackers, the cookie platter, veggie platter, and fruit platter.

“Ohhh, cause a car I didn’t recognize pulled up in front of your house while I was grabbing my purse and I figured I should ask you before I jumped to the conclusion of someone trying to kill me.” You giggled, ripping open a bag of chips and tossing one into your mouth before dumping the large bag in one of the bowls Jeff had set onto the counter. The doorbell rang making everyone pause for a second, “I got it.” Jeff mumbled, walking out of the kitchen. “Sooo,” you began, nudging at Lylia, “Jeff, eh?” You teased earning a loud groan from your best friend. “Y/N, I swear to god I’m going to kill you.” She whispered, not wanting Jeff to overhear. “Oh dear lord, why are you whispering? Stop being so dramatic.” You rolled your eyes, throwing the empty bag of chips away. “Don’t call me dramatic when you would do that same damn thing if the tables were turned. Plus, I’m not trying to have him hear us, I’m scared to let him know how I really feel.” She admitted. “Well, you know if you don’t tell him soon some bitch is going to swoop in and steal him, even if he does like you.” You shrugged, speaking from experience.

Lylia was about to respond when, ‘No way’ you thought to yourself, Jeff appeared in the room with a familiar looking man behind him, “Ladies, this is Shawn. Stephen had uh,” he mildly hesitated glancing at the tall young man on his right, “something he had to take care of, so in his place he sent his best friend, Shawn.” You felt yourself close off slightly at the presence of a stranger, especially one who was incredibly good looking. You did a quick scan of his attire, noticing he changed his shirt from what he had on in class this morning into something a little bit more dressier. He wore a loosely fitted plain black button - up shirt with the top few buttons not buttoned, much to your pleasure and a simple black pair of jeans. His muscles peeked from under the short sleeved shirt, looking ravishing as they flexed due to the item he held underneath his bicep.  His hair was perfectly messy and he had a lovely smile on his face - he looked damn good even with his face all bruised up. Then that’s when you noticed it, he had the band-aid you gave him earlier patching up the gash underneath his eye. You smiled knowing he actually used it and it didn’t go right in the trash.

“Hi, I brought beer and Jeff mentioned something about you girls liking these Strawberrita things. Who wants one?” He asked, setting two cases of beer onto the counter and taking out the two packs of Bud Light’s Strawberrita, Lylia and your’s preferred drink to sip on since you guys didn’t like beer and didn’t want to be sipping on hard liquor all night. “I already know you want one bro.” Shawn laughed, ripping open one of the cases. He grabbed a beer and handed it Jeff. “Thanks dude.” Jeff said excitedly, cracking it up and taking a swing. “Yeah I’ll take one please, thanks. I’m Lylia, by the way.” Lylia introduced, shaking Shawn’s hand as he handed her one of you guy’s special drinks. He looked to you with an eyebrow raised, “Oh- I’ll have one, too please. Thank you, I’m Y/N.” You greeted shyly. Shawn stuck out his hand to shake yours while he passed you the can in the other. You were surprised by how large his hands were, but you definitely didn’t see it as a bad thing.

“My pleasure,” He smiled, looking straight into your eyes. The simple action making you gulp quietly. ‘This is going to be a long night.’ You thought to yourself. “I have a couple more cases of beer in the car for the party, trust me i know two isn’t going to be enough.” Shawn concluded, grabbing a beer for himself and cracking it open. You cracked open your own drink and took a sip, letting a quiet ‘mmm’ slip out of your mouth as the fruity alcoholic beverage swam down your throat. You looked over to Lylia and realized she was smirking at you. Giving her a glare, you set down your drink and pulled open another bag of chips, this time a different flavor and placed it in a separate bowl. “Jeff certainly wasn’t lying when he said you guys were the best at picking out munchies.” Shawn compliments, examining the variety of snacks sprawled out on the counter.

“Thanks.” You and Lylia said simultaneously. “What’s next?” Lylia asked, observing that they were no more bowls left and only a couple bags of chips for refills on the ones already in bowls. “We can start setting up the platters?” You suggested super quietly. “Oh yeah! That’s right.” Lylia shouted, prying open a bag of carrots and dumping some into a slot on the platter with a centerpiece for some ranch. You giggled and reached for a container of cookies and ripped it open, you picked a gorgeous royal blue platter and began laying out the cookies. Shawn grabbed a container of freshly cut pineapple and started to gently pour it into a separate platter. Jeff walked past Shawn and over to a cabinet, “I have some paper plates, plastic cups and silverware up here that we can set out on the food table. Drew is bringing refreshments along with hard liquor for the night. He should be here around 30 minutes before the party starts.” Jeff began pulling out everything he listed, along with a huge pile of napkins. You were the first to grab something, having had a lot of experience in food prep, the cookies were arranged beautifully, each sectioned by type. You began reaching for the plates and napkins, then you proceeded to make your way over to Jeff’s kitchen table. Setting down the plates, you afterwards neatly set the napkins to the side, seconds after Shawn appeared at your side. He set down the plastic utensils on the opposite side of the plates, much to your liking of the set up.

You took a minute to look up at him, he looked right back down at you, an inviting smile on his face. “This an okay place for these?” He asked you, wanting to make sure it was in the spot you wanted it to be. “That’s perfect.” You nodded with a large smile, turning on your heels and walking back over to your drink and took a sip. “What else?” Jeff questioned, helping Lylia carry the several packs of plastic cups over to a special place on the counter where all the drinks will be placed later. Everyone thought in silence for a moment.

“Oh yeah, I still have several cases of beer in my car. I also bought some ice, Stephen said you had a few coolers, yeah?” Jeff nodded, answering Shawn’s question. “Yeah they’re pretty large. Ly, would you mind helping me grab the other one, they are in the garage.” Jeff asked, giving Lylia a questioning look. “Yeah of course I’ll help.” Lylia answers gladly, following Jeff. “You know if you wanted some alone time together to make out all you had to do was say something!” you teased as they made their way out of the room, causing Shawn to laugh rather loudly. “Fuck you, Y/N!” You heard Ly shout from the other room, making you join Shawn in laughter.

“Are they really a thing?” Shawn asked, leaning against the counter and taking a sip of his beer. You scuffed, “They should be, don’t you think?” “Oh definitely.” He nodded, agreeing with you. “I’m going to grab the other stuff from my car really quick.” Shawn stated, grabbing his car keys from his pocket. “Oh, would you like some help?” You offered, not really wanting to stand alone in Jeff’s kitchen anyhow. “Sure,” Shawn grinned, “I’d appreciate that.”

Your heart raced as the two of you walked out of Jeff’s living room and out the door. Shawn stopped to hold the door open for you, making you internally swoon. “Thank you.” You mumbled barely loud enough for him to hear you. “Certainly, I must of course thank you myself.” He stated as you guys walked through the lawn to Shawn’s car. You looked at the brown eyed boy with confusion written all over your face. “What do you mean? For what?” You asked, wanting to know what he was referring too. You noticed Shawn had a small smirk on his face as you awaited his response. He popped open his trunk and grabbed a bag of ice, inserting it underneath his bicep. “You know why. For earlier,” You raised an eyebrow at him, still not knowing what he was talking about, “in class.” He explained, picking up a case of beer in each hand. You followed his actions and you both began walking back into the house.

“Oh. How did you know that was me?” You asked, internally freaking out because you didn’t think he would figure out it was you, especially not so quickly. “I have sat by almost every single person in that class and the majority of them could barely look at me, even when my face wasn’t all fucked up. No one has ever took the time to perform a kind little gesture for me, yeah I get asked about my injuries constantly but it’s only because their nosey little pricks wanting to get in on my buisness, ya know? They don’t really care about my general well being.” he said frustratedly. You nodded, “Oh yeah I know exactly where you’re coming from. Sorry people feel the need to be so nosey. No problem though, it was nothing. A little kindness could go a long way. Plus, we couldn’t have ya bleeding everywhere, could we?” You laughed, this time holding the door for him. “Thank ya and hey it wasn’t nothing. I truly appreciated that.” You smiled to yourself as he walked in front of you, back into the kitchen.

You both were setting everything on the counter as Jeff and Lylia appeared, each carrying a huge cooler. “Do you guys need any more help?” Jeff offered, setting down his cooler on the food table for the moment being. Shawn shook his head, “Naw man, we got it. There’s only a few more bags of ice.” You looked over to Lylia and saw her wiggle her eyebrows at you. As Shawn and yourself started to make one last trip out to the car, you turned around and flipped off Lylia, your actions causing her to giggle immensely. Following Shawn back out to his car for the last of the ice, you couldn’t help but check him out from the back, his arms were one of the features you couldn’t seem to get over. You decided that if you ever get close enough, you definitely planned on asking him to help you out with getting in better shape and building some muscle.

“You go to parties often?” Shawn asked with an eyebrow raised as he reached for two ice bags, leaving one more. You reached for it and gently closed his trunk, being careful not to slam it too hard and avoid any damage to his super appealing car. “I’m not gonna lie and say I don’t, however I’m more into smaller parties with just my group of friends. If you asked me to define party that’s how I’d describe it, just a small little get together with some of the closest people in your life. Less expensive and less of trying so hard to impress strangers, ya know? Not to mention clean up is 100x times easier.” You explained, walking slowly back up to Jeff’s house. Finding yourself really enjoying conversing with Shawn it made you begin to wonder if this will blossom into a friendship or wilt away and die.

You looked at Shawn and noticed a small glimmer in his eyes as they stared back into your own. He was nodding his head as if he was deeply processing what you had said. “I both really like and respect that answer.” He stated, a small smirk appearing on his face. “Thanks,” You giggled, feeling your cheeks warm up, “What about you?” You asked curiously, stepping inside Jeff’s house one more time. “Eh,” He shrugged, “I guess I would have to say I go to a shit ton of parties, but like you I tend to prefer the smaller ones with just a handful of people I fuck with.” The two of you made it back into the kitchen only to find it empty and with no clue as to where Lylia and Jeff ran off too. “That’s cool, a party is a quick go to for a good time no matter how many people are there. That’s one of my favorite parts about college if I’m being honest, if you’re looking for a night out just look on people’s snapchat stories and you’ll find at least one party every night.” You laughed, sharing a fact you observed upon arriving to college. Shawn twisted his lip, thinking about your observation for a second before nodding his head slowly, “You are very right, little lady.” He winked, grabbing his beer he held it up towards you, “Cheers?” You quickly snatched your own drink, “Cheers.” You smiled, meeting him in the middle with a quiet ‘clink’ of the cans followed by the sound of you two taking a big chug.

“COME OUTSIDE!” Lylia’s voice came loudly out of nowhere, scaring you while Shawn just laughed at how easily you were frightened. The two of you began to walk to the open back door, both of you reaching at the same time causing you guys to pause. “After you.” Shawn kindly gestured you in front of him. The simple gentleman like action earning Shawn another gold star in your mental judgement of him. “Thank you, Sir.” You said flustered, slightly stumbling on the last step outside almost taking a tumble. You felt a hand quickly placed on your shoulder as an attempt to prevent you from completely falling. “Holy fuck.” You mumbled, laughing it off, brushing of the rush of adrenaline and trying to recollect yourself. “You okay?” Shawn asks concerned from beside you, removing his hand yet keeping steady eye contact with you. You felt the familiar burn on your cheeks, feeling embarrassment now course through your veins.

“Yeah I’m good, just feeling a bit extremely embarrassed.” You admitted, keeping your face glued to the ground. Shawn wrapping his arm around your shoulder with a gentle yet tight squeeze surprised you immensely, “No need to feel embarrassed, I’m just happy you didn’t fall and damage that fragile pretty little face of yours.” He smoothly flirted, releasing you. At a major loss of words to say, astounded at what had just took place, you made the decision to keep quiet and just give Shawn your prominent awkward smile. “Well hello there guys.” Lylia greeted as you took a seat next her around Jeff’s outdoor firepit. You just gave her a small wave while Shawn mumbled a simple “hey.”

“I don’t know about you guys,” you began, “but a thick blunt sounds absolutely amazing right now, who’s down?” Lylia’s hand immediately shot up, “Girl, you already know I’m down!” She shouted with excitement. You laughed at her while Jeff gave you a thumbs up. You turned to Shawn and noticed him looking at you with a big load of confusion, “You smoke?” He asks, surprise evident in his voice. “Yeah.” You said just barely above a whisper, feeling yourself move a inch or two back into your shell. “Huh. Sorry I don’t intend to sound rude or anything, I just didn’t take you as a smoker. I’m just surprised is all.” He explained, noticing how his question made you react. “No worries, I get that a lot,” You shrugged, digging into your purse, pulling out a metal tin that was shaped like a cigarette pack and sliding out the fat blunt combined with a touch of kief and few balls of wax, “plus there’s a lot of things about me you’d be surprised about, just saying.” You laughed, eyebrows raised with a smirk peaking out behind the blunt in your mouth. You brought your favorite lighter to the front and began sparking up one of your masterpieces. You took a couple large puffs and handed it to Shawn, making the rotation go clockwise. He took the beauty from you and took a closer look, admiring it before following your actions and puffing on it a few times. “Damn, good looking.” He looked to you, giving you a quick wink before handing it over to Jeff. At this point, you had no idea how the rest of the night would play out, but you’d be really lying if you said you weren’t super excited to see what the night had in store.


Originally posted by shawnsmitten