#I WISH I HAD MORE TEETH FOR THIS OMFG

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kept disassembling them but finally settled on the last version. might change my mind in the future and make something different

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In The Shadows

Purge Alternate Universe

Yandere - Gojo Satoru x Reader x Geto Suguru

A/N - Okayyyy I've been working on this for like a week and it's the longest I've ever written for one thing, I had a shoulder injury which is mostly healed up now during the week which hindered my progress a little because I originally really wanted this to get out nearer Halloween time, but oh well TT at least its here now right? Lmao, but I hope you guys enjoy it, I tried my best and lowkey kind of hate it, I wished I could've done more or something, but if you have any ideas around this for a possible part 2 let me knoww, although no promises ;) Consider this a massive thank you story, I now have over 100 followers and the likes and reblogs and comments, you guys, I'm crying, I love you all so much <333333 I love interacting with you guys and your comments on my stories or in my inbox <3333 you all make my day ilysm <3 :( AND IM SORRY I COULDNT HELP IT, they're kind of really mean so its more harsh yandere than the soft you all wanted :( I couldn't help myself its a purge AU TT, but I promise ill make something softer in the future <33 sorry this is so long omfg, but let me know your thoughts pretty please &lt;3 and if you actually read all of this ily

summary - Another purge night is here and you think your safe and sound, but let your guard down and you'll find yourself bound.

warnings - purge, mentions of 'off screen' murder, actual 'off screen' murder, kind of gore but reader doesn't see it, blood, rope, reader gets tied up, gags?, tape over readers mouth, they're actually kind of really mean lol, especially Geto, descriptions of panic, anxiety, overthinking, stalker situation kind of, swearing, crying, brief hair pulling, if there's any more let me know ml <3

genre - Oneshot

wc - 7.2k

~spelling and grammar fixed already~

Edit - the top photo 6/11/23

The tip tapping of fingers on keys echoed around the silent room. The occasional footfalls of people around her walking up and down. Picking up books to further aid their studying would slip past the music playing in her ears when they were loud enough.

Every time she would hear someone being a little too loud for the library they were in she would glance up and shoot a half-hearted glare their way.

They’d never see her but it was the thought that counted. A barely audible sigh escapes her as she brings a hand up to massage her cold fingertips into the throbbing skin at her temple. 

Nervous nibbling was occupying her teeth and lips, chewing away the flesh and creating tender spots her tongue would soon soothe. 

She’d been staring at the same empty document for two hours now. No more than two sentences she was able to come up with before she’d erase them in a fit of frustration.

Abandoned textbooks lay closed behind her laptop, she’d deemed them no use around thirty minutes in, but she couldn't bring herself to get up and search for better ones. 

She was antsy, not able to focus on her assignment due in a week's time. Her brain was all fogged up, too many thoughts going through her mind and yet she's not able to focus on a single one.

The purge was tonight. March 21st. And it was currently 1pm. 

Why did she even bother to come to the library in the first place? Was she hoping to distract herself even just a little bit before she had to hunker herself down in her dorm for twelve hours? 

Maybe. Yes.

Was it working? Absolutely not.

She was too skittish. Overthinking everything that had the potential of happening later and things that have previously happened. 

‘Someone's not going to come and try to kill me just because I forgot to return their pen that one time, right?’ 

The amusing, albeit a little dark, thought did make the corner of her lips twitch just the smallest amount. 

Taking off her headphones after stopping her music, she closes down her laptop and starts to move it into her bag. 

She spares a quick glance around the few tables next to hers as she stands with the library's books in her arms. Her eyes locked with a man sitting roughly two tables down. Slumped back in his seat.

Gojo Satoru. Bright white and fluffy hair paired with a set of dazzling blue eyes. The ones currently peeking over the tops of his round shades that had slid down his nose as he tucked his head down slightly. 

Sitting in front of him and abstracting her view of Gojo only slightly is who she assumed was Geto Suguru. Two peas in a pod and never seen without the other. The long black and silky strands of hair tied up in a half up bun was a giveaway to who he was as well.

Both of them were originally from Tokyo, Japan. Coming over to America over five years ago. Or at least that's what she’s heard from around the place, not knowing them personally. They were the most popular boys in school when she had joined a little over a year ago and they still held the title strong.

She doesn’t think she's ever really interacted with them. At Least not on any kind of personal level. Sure, maybe from a few friends of friends or passing each other in the hallway and being polite to her upperclassmen, but nothing all that memorable. 

Which is why this prolonged eye contact is sending a very noticeable shiver down her spine. The smallest twitch of a smirk on his face and she was breaking eye contact, gulping down the pooled saliva in her mouth as she turned around and hastily made her way in between the towering bookshelves.

Leaving the library after stacking the books she’d previously taken back on the shelves, she hastily makes her way down the long corridors. Keeping her head down, her hands clutched tight on the strap of her bag. She passes very few people in the hallway.

Even after pushing through the doors and trekking her way to the dorms at the end of the path, there were very few people loitering around outside. Some of the people she passed looked like they could be stoned, not that she could really blame them. Some looked a little too relaxed and happy and some were just trying to get to their destination as quickly as possible. Like her.

As the doors came into view, and then the stairs, she slowly began to relax, her fast pace lessening up. Successfully getting to the safest place she could for when the purge would start. 

It was also a massive relief that her two good friends would be staying with her during the twelve hours of horror. Last time she was by herself there had been multiple scares throughout the night. Nothing too big but something she didn’t think she could handle alone again. 

Reaching her door on the third floor she fiddles with her keys for a few seconds before her door clicks open and she pushes her way inside. Closing the door and locking it again for good measure. 

It was 1:43 pm.

A few minutes after she had arrived back at her dorm did she realize she still needed to pick up some food items. Being a broke student meant she had essentially nothing in her cupboards or her fridge. And if she was ‘hosting for the purge’ this year, it meant she had to stock up at least a little bit. 

‘Imagine trying to hide from a killer and your stomach growls, I think I would just die on the spot.’ She thinks, the smallest smile gracing her face. Humour is usually her way to cope in situations like these. It’s either that or panicking and she’d rather try to save that for the main event.

With a heavy sigh and hesitation weighing her limbs down, she slowly puts her shoes and jacket back on. She can make this quick. In and out. Easy peasy. 

With a quick jump while shaking her limbs out to get rid of her last minute hesitation, she quickly opens her door and steps out before shutting it behind her. No going back now. Locking the door behind her, she starts making her way back down the stairs and out the doors, walking in the direction of the food store. 

Her nerves were still playing up though, eyes darting this way and that as if trying to find a reason for her to panic. ‘It’s okay, the purge hasn’t started yet, all those things are still illegal.’ Is what she keeps telling herself while taking a deep breath. But the fact they won’t be in a few hours was still cause for some panic. 

Arriving at the store, she wizzes around, collecting any good looking snack and throwing it in her basket before hastily paying and leaving. The heavy plastic carrier bag hanging from her fingers gave her reason to think she went a bit overboard. 

Her quickened steps and accelerated breathing were all she could hear for a while. Her walk back to her dorm was supposed to be a quiet one, less and less people were loitering around meaning less and less noises to distract her. 

Especially from the new set of footsteps that have appeared behind her.

As soon as her mind clocked the extra set of footsteps there, it went into overdrive. ‘Who is that? Are they following me? No, you're being delusional, they're just trying to get back home. But are they? They just appeared out of nowhere. Are they going to try and kidnap me? Rape me? Stuff me in a van? Drag me down a dark alleyway and murder me?’

Her mind was racing, steps quickening and breathing silenced under the new threat. ‘Oh god, what if they’re stalking me? Waiting until the purge starts to come and slaughter me? They’re going to kill me. They’re going to kill me. What should I do? What should I do? What should I do?’

And then they were gone. 

It barely registered in her mind that the fast paced footsteps from behind her had vanished. A sharp breath escaped her before her head whipped around on a desperate whim. No one. Not a soul on the path behind her. 

Her shoulders sank with relief and a watery laugh broke free from her trembling lips. ‘I’m losing my mind.’ She thought. Even though that feeling in her gut had faded, it never fully disappeared. Her racing heart never slowed and neither did her footsteps. 

Y/n hurried back to her dorm, almost running through the doors and up the stairs to fumble with her keys and quickly burst in. Double checking she locked the door behind her, and then checking every other lock on her third story apartment. Only when she had made sure they were all secure could she finally relax. 

Her body shivering and hands shaking from the after effects of adrenaline. Her breathing is still a little shaky as she pulls a bunch of pillows and blankets into her tiny living room. Pushing her chair and sofa away to make more space as she lays everything out as neat as she could, making the floor a comfy space for her and her two friends to crash for the purge. 

She empties the snacks from out of the plastic bag and piles them in a nice little corner near the TV. A small stack of movies there for when they’re all waiting for the purge to start. Some cards in a pack were also placed there. 

The three of them are wanting to be as quiet as possible while the purge is going on. Everything locked, curtains drawn, lights off, TV with no volume and only subtitles, quiet games to play in case they got bored, etc. 

They weren’t taking any chances. It was doubtful anything would happen, since nothing really ever did in the dorms. No student here would go as far as murdering somebody, everyone mostly stayed inside, not wanting to risk anything. She only knew of a few people that have snuck out before to rob a few stores, or do some petty revenge like smashing someone's car without getting into trouble.

But overall, it was best to remain quiet. They didn’t want to get murdered because the TV was turned up too loudly and attracted some wrong attention. 

It was 5:15 pm.

This is the time her friends arrived. Knocking some made up code on the slab of wood before messaging just for good measure that it was really them outside. 

After unlocking the door and letting her two good friends inside her dorm she swiftly closes and locks it again. Relieved greetings transpire as well as nervous whispers about the purge and some small gossip of who they think would actually go out this year and who are likely to stay inside. 

The three of them start to make their way around her dorm, closing all the curtains and double checking the locks on all the windows and doors. Especially the balcony and front door. 

After they’ve secured the apartment, they turn off all the necessary lights, flicking on a few electrical lanterns and setting them up around the living room, but away from the windows. They’ve left one lantern in the bathroom and one in her bedroom, both turned off, just in case of emergencies.  

The three of them settle in a spread out pile on the blankets she put down in the living room. Some snacks are passed around already and a movie is slotted into the TV, playing as background noise mostly while they talk.

Erica, a sassy but kind of dumb girl, with choppy shoulder length hair that had been bleached and dyed a light green. She's donned in a crop top and sweatpants, comfy.

Don, a friendly giant, very kind in nature but also a little muscly. He has short black hair and a sculpted jawline. He also came in sweatpants and a baggy white T-shirt, also comfy.

Her two very good, and only, friends here. They’re in a few of her classes and all regularly hang out together. 

“So,” Erica begins after her mouthful of powdered donut. “Who do you think is going to actually purge tonight? Like, actually actually. My moneys on them two hotties in my class.” She finishes, wiggling her eyebrows..

Don hums around his half empty soda can. “Yeah, honestly I wouldn't be surprised if they did.”

Y/n pipes up, “Wait who?” sitting up against the sofa behind her, getting comfy like she's about to hear the gossip of a lifetime.

“Oh, Em, G! You haven’t heard of it? You’ve seriously been, like, living under a rock or something.” Erica says jokingly. Picking apart pieces of her donut and eating them. 

Don perks up too. “Really? You haven't?” Y/n shakes her head in denial as Don shrugs. “I get it, it’s mostly stayed in our class, hasn’t spread much further than that.” He says before crawling forward and rummaging around for more snacks.

“So get a load of this right!” Erica sits up too after finishing her donut. Waving her hands excitedly as she tells her latest gossip. “You know them two really hot upperclassmen right?” She draws out her ‘really’ and waits patiently at the end of her sentence for the other girl's confirmation. 

When she nods in slight confusion, Erica continues, “There were some major rumours in class that the two of them were late this one day because they were beating someone up. And I don't mean like a few slaps or hair pulling, I mean punches. You know?”

Y/n nods again, this time with furrowed brows and Erica continues, “At first, I didn’t believe it, obviously. But then, the two of them came into class and I swear there were blood stains on their clothes. Blood stains! Not to mention all the plasters and bandages all over their hands! I just had to believe it then! Wouldn’t you?”

After the end of her long rant she slumps back against the front of the sofa and mumbles incoherently to herself shaking her head while pouting.

Don, who had been listening silently, pipes up, “It was true, I was actually there for once.”

Y/n’s eyebrows raise in disbelief at what she had just heard. Fighting, here? She couldn’t help but to doubt it, if only just a little. Stuff like that has never happened here. Or at least while she had been here. It was just unheard of.

And for an attack so vicious to result in blood being drawn, then there must have been somewhat of a good reason for it. That was the conclusion she came to.

“I mean, there had to have been a good reason for it.” Y/n says, “They’re pretty nice people aren't they? It is Gojo and Geto were talking about here, right? They’re really popular here too.” Her eyes darted between her two friends, looking for more answers on this unexpected juicy gossip.

Erica sighs wistfully, “No, it got shut down pretty quick, which I guess is why so little people have heard about it. God, would I pay to see them fight though. Their muscles must have looked amazing.” 

They stop talking about it after that, Don getting distracted by the snacks and whining about how she didn’t get his favourite. Erica smacking him with a few pillows and complaining how he’s getting in the way of her movie she was barely even watching. 

Their playful banter did little to distract from her inner turmoil. A small shiver went down her spine again. The memory from earlier in the library resurfacing in her mind. Gojo staring her down, the creepy walk back from the shops and now learning the two had at the very least helped in injuring someone.

It could just be because it was purge day, but everything was beginning to creep her out and she was overthinking again. ‘What if he wants to attack me next? What if all of those things were connected and someone really was following me home? What if he wants to kill me? What if both of them want to kill me? Have I ever done anything to offend them? I haven’t, have I?’ She knew these were far fetched and ridiculous, but she couldn’t help but think of them anyway.

Her spiralling thoughts were halted when a stray pillow smacked her in the face. “Oops, haha, sorry.” Erica sheepishly apologized, bringing her hand up to smooth down Y/n’s ruffled hair. Don was laughing in the background.  

Y/n was stunned for a few seconds before replying, “Oh, don’t worry. How about we put something else on? This movie is kind of boring.” crawling across the piles of pillows and blankets to reach the stack of movies.

This caught the other two’s attention, eagerly rushing to the stack as well to try and get first pick. Arguing for a few more minutes before settling on a movie they all loved. Snuggling back into their original positions.

This was how the next few hours went before the announcement appeared.

It was 6:59 pm.

At exactly 7 on the dot, the TV went black before turning blue, the government announcing the commencement of the purge. Big bold letters and ‘Emergency Broadcast System’ and ‘This is not a test’ were displayed on the screen.

They were all quiet as it played out. The mood quickly turned sombre.

“Weapons of class 4 and lower have been authorized for use during the Purge. All other weapons are restricted.”

Don gulped.

“Government officials of ranking 10 have been granted immunity from the Purge and shall not be harmed.”

Erica huffed.

“Commencing at the siren, any and all crime, including murder, will be legal for 12 continuous hours.” 

Y/n shivered.

“Police, fire, and emergency medical services will be unavailable until tomorrow morning at 7 am when The Purge concludes.”

She released a shaky breath. The announcement ends with “...A nation reborn.” before stopping. The screen turned black again.

No one moves or says anything. Each of them were frozen in an array of emotions. Fear being the most prominent. 

The silence stretched on for minutes. Eerie in its wake, not even being able to hear other people in their dorm rooms like she normally would.

Eventually, after releasing another shaky breath and rearranging herself with trembling limbs, they all snap back into the present. 

Don coughs and Erica shuffles awkwardly. 

“Cards, anyone?” Y/n meekly speaks up. The other two nod as they sit in a small circle. 

It was 7:36 pm.

This was when the first explosion of some kind was heard by them. Each of them froze in the middle of playing their mostly silent game of cards. The noise was distant, but the impact remained.

A scream from a few doors down echoed in the silent space.

They waited with baited breath for any follow up, but when nothing happened, they slowly relaxed. Each of them assumed it was the explosion that must have scared someone. Sometimes it’s better to think of the positive, rather than what that scream could have been for.

A few minutes later a siren bellows in the distance, a few car alarms wail.

Nothing too bad, but knowing that it could mean someone was being murdered out there didn’t give them any ease.

It was 8:02 pm. 

This is when the banging starts. Y/n thinks it could be a few doors down again. Erica thinks it’s below them and Don thinks it’s above them. 

Wherever it was, it was concerning. 

Erica releases a small nervous chuckle. “Maybe someone is just having a good time?” A fake smile plastered on her face to try and mask her worry. Even she didn’t believe her little theory. Not during a time like this, during The Purge.

It was a few minutes later, after they had quietly resumed their game, that footsteps were heard.

Clacking down the hallway. 

1, 2.

1, 2. 

1, 2. 

1, 2. 

They were walking at a leisurely pace. Taking their time. Strolling down the hallway and getting closer and closer.

All three of them looked towards the door, as if someone were to burst in at any moment.

The footsteps slow before coming to a stop. Right outside her door.

The three of them hold their breath, bodies flinching when a light knock rings out into the open space.

Complete silence.

Another knock.

None of them had even noticed the earlier noises had stopped, too focused on the potential threat now right outside the door. Seemingly wanting someone to open up.

Three pairs of eyes dart between each other. Silent questions trying to push their way out without being heard. A few panicked half shrugs and furrowed brows with downturned lips later, another knock rings out.

This time it was a little louder.

Barely audible whisperings of ‘you go’, ‘no you’, ‘fuck no’, ‘who even is it?’ cut through the silence. No one wanted to ask the question. To even speak a hint of it lest it result in it coming true.

Eventually after a solid minute of panicked, almost silent, squabbling later. A frustrated and frightened Erica pushed herself up. Taking a very obvious deep breath. Eyes closed and silently mumbling to herself before taking a few steps over to the front door.

She tried to be as quiet as she could but each step sounded like it weighed a ton. Every creek and every wobble made to sound the loudest. 

Very quietly bracing her hands upon the door, she leant up on her tiptoes. Peeking into the peephole positioned in the centre of the door.

The two left in the pile of blankets still. Not wanting to even breathe in fear of disturbing whatever was happening in front of them.

A sudden screech of pure panic and fear tore from Erica’s throat. Flailing before landing with a harsh thud on the floor beneath her. Scrambling backwards on her hands and feet, keeping her eyes on the door the entire time.

The two startle and immediately jump up, laboured breathing hindering their lungs from the sudden scare.

“What the fuck? Erica what happened? What was that?” Don frantically whispered. His eyes were also locked on the door. 

Y/n also whispered to her, “Who was that? Erica?” her eyes locked onto her friend, not able to bring herself to look at the door yet.

“It was.. Oh god.. The peep..” Erica wheezed out. The fright took too much out of her with her frantic gasps for air.

A sudden bang echoed into the room. A few more followed before they all realized it was coming from the front door. 

Erica screeched and threw herself back into a standing position, rushing for the kitchen and grabbing any sharp knife her eyes first laid on.

Don stood frozen in fear. Not able to move or barely breathe from the looks of it.

Y/n wasn’t any better herself. Downright terrified. This was her dorm. Her dorm. Which means whoever was outside, was looking for her.

The banging persisted, the person on the other side seemingly determined to get in. This proved correct when the handle started turning whichever way it could. 

She didn’t even realize, terror clouding her senses because when she looked back to her two friends, Don had collapsed into himself, wheezing with little air entering his lungs amidst his panic. Erica was cornered in the kitchen, sobbing, tears flooding her cheeks and ruining her mascara she had in place.

The persistent banging stopped for a second. The faint sound of another pair of footsteps approached from the hallway outside. Muffled talking pursued but it was hard to make anything out, between her pounding heart, Erica’s sobs and the slab of wood in the way, didn’t make for easy hearing.

For Y/n, it seemed there was one second of complete silence. No sobbing, no voices, no distant alarms or explosions, no racing heart, no wheezing lungs. Before chaos sprung onto them.

Suddenly the people outside, because there was another person now, resumed banging on the door. But it didn’t seem like they were ‘just knocking’ anymore. No.

They were trying to break the door down. 

She could see it from the way the door groaned and creaked under the relentless kicking. She couldn't quite tell if they were using their feet, or an object, or whatever. 

All that mattered was that they were trying to get in. And they were going to succeed.

“Move! Hide! We need to hide!” She whisper-yelled. Rushing to Don and tugging on his arm to try and get him to move. He stared at her for a few seconds before his brain caught up, registering what was happening around him. The real danger he was in right now.

“Hide.. Oh god..” He panted, sprinting for the bathroom, the first place his eyes had landed on.

With Don now searching for a place to hide, she ran her way to Erica. Still trying to be as quiet as she could, in the little hopes that they would think she wasn’t here.

“Erica, we need to hide! They’re getting in!” She frantically whispered to her hyperventilating friend. Trying to shake her shoulders, even resorting to lightly slapping her face to try and get her attention. She was desperate.

“Please!” The sound of splintering caught both of their attention. Heads whipping towards the door starting to cave. She wasn’t all that surprised, that slab of wood was a shitty excuse for a door anyway.

Erica suddenly sprung up and dove for the piles of blankets in the living room. Trying to bury herself amongst them, taking the knife with her.

And now that all her friends had been taken care of, she ran for her bedroom. Trying her best not to stumble and fall in the dark hallway. 

As soon as her door came into sight, she gently opened it, gunning for her wardrobe tucked into the corner of the room. Not even looking towards the turned off lantern, she didn’t need them knowing her hiding spot from something so obvious. 

It was already messy anyway, so in her frazzled brain she didn’t bother caring where she tossed piles of clothes and shoes in her room.. They’d hopefully think it was like that in the first place.

After quickly clearing a space big enough for her to curl into, she did just that. Situating herself just right, back pressed against the side of the wardrobe, knees tucked to her chest and pressed against the boxes in front of her. She was sitting on old shirts she hadn’t seen for months.

Hearing the door breaking even further, she grabbed any clothes within her reach and threw them over herself. Shutting the door when she was mostly covered, she could have sworn she could hear laughter coming from the hallway.

A loud crash and splintering tore through the air. She knew it was her front door. And now they were inside. 

Her hands slowly went up to cup around her mouth, trying to muffle her breathing as much as she could. Her body froze. Even when she already began to feel muscle cramps settling in, she dared not move. She forced herself to breathe slowly. Every inhale a struggle along with a reminder that she was still alive at this very moment. Even if she was convinced she wouldn’t be for much longer. 

The thought brought tears to her eyes. The original shock wears from her body and settles into something akin to despair. 

Her throat started clamping up, muscles seizing and throbbing with the need to cry. 

It was the thudding of footsteps that shook her out of it. Snapping her half way back into a nightmarish reality. 

She gulped. Closing her eyes and straining her ears for any information they were willing to receive.

Just as she thought. Two pairs of footsteps. 

With every thud of a shoe or a spike in their muffled talking, her body would tremble. 

It remained like this for a few more minutes. The footsteps or talking occasionally pausing. 

It was during one of these silences, where a different sound was heard. She couldn’t identify the exact sounds, just ones of commotion. They were still all muffled. And then she heard muffled yelling. 

It sounded so dulled, between the walls and layers of wood and clothes, she could barely make out anything, her ears straining for any hint as to what was happening. Being left in the dark like this, literally and figuratively, was terrifying her. 

And then this horrible, awful noise carried its way between the cracks in the wardrobe. Crunching. Cracking. Stomps. 

That muffled yelling from before kept getting cut off. Eventually dwindling down into a barely audible groan. Those thuds never seemed to stop either. Never ending, crunching, cracking, and now wet thuds. 

Her brain was trying its hardest to process, to catch up with the information that it has been provided with. 

More footsteps, only one pair, accompanied with muffled laughter. And a more distinct sound traveling through the air. 

A scream.

Even more laughter, hurried footsteps and pleas of ‘no’, ‘please’, ‘don’ts’. 

It was now, with the wet stomps still in the background, her screeching friend, that eager laugh, that her brain had finally caught up.

She was going to be sick.

They’re hurting them. Killing them.

Her friends.

Her body moved out of its own violation. Shaky hands and feet kicking and pushing their way out of the pile of clothes. Wardrobe door swinging open with a creak.

She collapsed out of it. Slumped on the floor, dry heaving. Her lungs not seeming to take enough air in but yet holding in too much. She couldn’t function. Fear overwhelmed every part of her. As well as grief. 

Her ears were ringing and she was left gasping, drool dripping onto the hard floor beneath her as a result of her attempted vomiting. Eyes wide open, blurry when she tapped back into her mind. 

Tears, clouding her vision and dripping audibly on the floorboards below her. 

In the distance she could hear muffled talking. Two men, she could make out more clearly. Not only that, but squelching, wet, gooey noises seemed to mingle in the air. Gurgling was the next before silence.

A minute passed, maybe two before the footsteps started up again. Those goddamn footsteps. 

1.. 2.

1.. 2.

1.. 2.

But they were slower than before. Steady. Taking their time. 

And getting closer.

Her instincts kick in, blinking profusely to try and clear her eyes from the tears, looking up and darting around before landing on the space under her bed.

She wouldn’t have enough time to fix her spot back in the wardrobe. She couldn’t run past them, not even in her best state which she certainly wasn’t in right now. She had considered her bedroom window as an option, but it was locked, which would take time to open. Not even mentioning the fact she was on the third floor, so jumping out would break at least something important. They would be quick to notice as well, and if they came for her, it was likely they would decide to chase her down.

Under her bed seemed to be her best option at the moment, and she was running out of time. Scrambling as quietly as she could, she slid herself directly under her bed, trying to center herself in the middle of it, tucking herself into a tight ball.

The footsteps stopped right outside her bedroom door, she had enough sense to shut it on her way in, thank god. But that clearly wouldn’t be enough to stop them. 

Almost as if the person was teasing her, they slowly clicked the door open. The distinct creak she had grown accustomed to over the months making itself known. 

Her muscles are tense, tightening in the presence of her predators. 

In the dark space from under her bed and in her room, it was obvious when the light from inside the hallway started spilling in the more the door got pushed open. In the vague depths of her mind it registered that they must’ve either turned the hall lights on, had taken one of her lanterns,  or were carrying one of their own.

Her lungs were burning with the effort to keep her body running with the little air she was allowing them to have, all for the sake of trying to keep quiet.

It was all too silent once again, only for a second or two before the second pair of footsteps came towards her. A lot more hasty compared to the other ones. 

Her breath silently hitched, the new person pushed their way into the room, stepping past their company before a thunk was heard. The sound forced her body to startle, jolting her muscles and kick starting her trembling again. An uncontrollable reaction to the fear she was under, the unrelenting motions causing a deep ache in her ribs.

The sound of rustling was now heard. It seemed they were looking for something. ‘They’re going to kill me. They’re digging around for a weapon to stab me with, to bash my head in, to murder me like they did my friends. I’m dead. I’m dead, I’mdeadI’mdeadI’mdead-’

Her racing thoughts consuming her fear riddled mind failed in picking up the sound of the other pair of footsteps slowly creeping round to the end of her bed. 

The person paused, silently crouching down low before a pair of hands reached under.

The sudden tight grip on her ankles followed up by the sudden pull had her screeching. Pure terror flooding her veins. She had been yanked out from under her bed, lying sprawled on the floor and gazing up at the towering man stationed above her. 

Her lungs burned, seizing up before a sickening scream escaped her. Fuelled by genuine, unrestrained horror. 

They had found her.

One of her lanterns they had brought in illuminated his face in a haunting light. The darkened shadows stretching and contorting behind him to create the most grim image for her mind to paint. Not that it was far off.

A foot standing on either side of her hips, straddling her if it wasn’t for his standing position. Hands nestled comfortably back in his trouser pockets now they had done the job of retrieving her. A comfortable looking long-sleeved shirt adorned his figure. Dark splatters starting from the bottom of his shoes and creeping their way up his legs, tapering off into a few spots that painted one of his cheeks.

An easy smile softly ingrained on his face, followed by gentle looking eyes peering down at her if it wasn’t for the malicious spiral she found herself paralyzed in. Dark locks of hair extended down his back, past where she could see from her position, with the top layers sectioned off and tied back into a bun.

His mouth opened and he spoke. “Well, well. Look what I’ve caught for us Satoru.”

Satoru. The other man must be Satoru Gojo, and this was Suguru. Suguru Geto. The most popular guys she knew, the supposedly kindest. And then staring in the library, the walk back from the shops, the gossip her most likely dead friend had told her.

Her body suddenly felt like it was pumped full of adrenaline. Pushing herself up as fast as she could, using the bed as support all the while stumbling over her numb riddled legs. She took off, running towards the open door she so desperately wanted to pass through. 

A sudden arm snatched her from around her waist and she screeched. Pure instinct driving her at this point as she scratched and kicked and flailed in his, Satoru Gojo’s, hold.

The sound of something dropping before his other arm came round, collecting both her wrists in one hand of his. His grip tightened the more she fought. Her body pressed tight against his, her back to his front. His head situated itself on her shoulder, tucking over and pressing his cheek to hers even while she cried and panted and kicked.

She could feel his grin pressing against the side of her face. “Such a pretty little thing we have here. Can’t let her get away so easily now, can we? Not after all the trouble we’ve gone through.” The last part practically whispered into her ear as she turned her face as far away as possible from him. 

A little laugh boasted out from Geto. “Of course not.” He strolled over to them, bending down to pick up what Gojo had dropped in order to restrain her.

Rope.

Fucking rope.

The moment her eyes zoned in and processed what Geto was unravelling in his hands she tried to fight back even harder. Eyes flooding with tears that spilled down her cheeks. Short mumblings of ‘no’ being repeated over and over while becoming louder until she was yelling. 

“Please don’t do this! Let me go! Please, please.. Stop!” She shrieked while sobbing, convinced they were going to kill her or torture her or something horrible like that.

Gojo walked the two of them to the edge of her bed before forcefully pushing her down, manhandling her onto her front and bending her arms to rest pressing against her back.  

She sobbed into her ruffled sheets as she felt Geto fastening the rope tight around her wrists, the rough material digging into and pinching the sensitive skin. Raw and red marks already forming amidst her struggle. 

Her legs still hung off the bed, trying their best to kick and hopefully injure one or both of them, but she knew it was a losing battle. None of her landing blows made them falter in any way.

When her wrists were successfully restrained Geto kept them pressed to the small of her back while Gojo let go and reached down to grab her ankles. Pulling them up and bending her legs at the knees while they both worked in finishing the task of tying her up.

When they finally stepped back to admire the work they’d successfully done, Y/n deflated. Tears soaking into her bed in which she rested on top of. Her lungs still burned, having never stopped. The hogtied position she had been forced into leaving her nothing to work with in terms of escaping. Not that she could think clearly anyway. The distress she was under proved too much.

“Oh, Shh Sh Sh… There, there, sweet thing. Settle down for us now. We aren’t going to kill you.” Cooed, who she could only guess right now was Gojo.

Geto reached forward from his position of kneeling on the bed, gentle soothing pets stroking her hair. Her sobbing tapering off into hiccupped breathing even while flinching with every touch. “There you go, good girl. See that wasn’t so hard now, was it?”

He pulled away from her, stepping down off the bed and heading towards the previously discarded bag on the floor Y/n hadn’t noticed before..

Y/n slowly turned her head round, no longer pressed into her sheets. Her eyes were red and bloodshot, swollen from all the crying she’d been doing. Little hiccups and groans left her while her lungs tried to recover. She’d given up struggling right now, it had done nothing but cause her pain as the rope dug and squeezed the skin of her wrists and ankles. 

Gojo piped up from behind her, only now feeling the heat from his legs pressing into hers causing her to flinch. “You know, this would’ve gone a whole lot easier if you had just let us in sweetheart.” She could practically hear the smug smile in his voice. “Look at where you are now, tied up all pretty for us. Ripe for the taking.” He pressed closer to her at that, voice practically dripping with need. 

She whined in fear and started squirming at his words. Panic flooding her senses again for just a second before a sharp tug to her hair had her yelping, halting her movements.

“I thought I told you to quit that.” Geto was back to kneeling on the bed in front of her, his hand gripping tight onto her hair, eyes narrowed. 

Her bottom lip trembled, breaths picking up with every second he glared down at her. 

“Don’t be so mean, Sugu.” Gojo said, a teasing lilt in his voice. 

Geto glanced back at him before humming and letting go of his harsh grip, her scalp burning in turn. “I suppose you’re right. She’ll have plenty of time to learn when we take her back home.”

Gojo hummed and she felt him leaning away from her, hearing him crouch down and fiddle with something from the bag as well. 

“Back home?..” She stuttered, voice hoarse and throat dry.

Geto looked back down at her, amusement painting his face. “Yes. Home.”

“Where..” She started, face formed in a twist of concern and confusion. “Please.. I.. Just let me go. I won’t- I won’t tell anyone, I’ll- I’ll leave you alone, I’ll do anything, please..” She gasped out, tears gathered freshly in her eyes again, voice cracking every few seconds. 

An amused eyebrow raised with the hint of a smirk at the corner of his mouth was all she got as a response. 

Gojo had come back, reaching round and fastening a strip of duct tape around her mouth in a sudden flurry of movement. Giving her no time to process what he had done until after he had done it. 

She cried out, the sound muffled thanks to the tape, worried eyes darting around in panic as she tried squirming again for the third time. 

Gojo pressed up behind her once again. “You’re not going anywhere, sweet pea! You’re ours now. We’ve had you picked out for a long time now.” The joy in his voice didn’t fail to put her on edge, his words doing their part in helping the tears gathered in her waterline to finally spill down her cheeks. Wetting the tape situated over her lips.

“He’s right.” Geto replied. Bringing one of his hands up to show what he had collected from the bag a few moments ago. The mobile phone in his hands glowed brightly in the dark room, the lamp from before having been moved, the light now dim.

“We’ll bring you back with us soon enough, but we still have a few more hours to kill before that. And why waste them.” Gojo said, the grin in his voice unsettling her, keeping her frozen in fear.

An easy smile pulled at Geto’s cheeks at that, head tilting to the side to gaze down at their pretty prey. 

“Well what are you waiting for then, Satoru?”

A pause. Smile pulling into a predatory grin.

“Have at it.”

[iluvpjo]

HII !!

HEAR ME OUT. Charlie is definitely a thigh guy,he loveeeees to just lay on ur thighs and kiss them and theyre js so squishy and UGH.

I think he'd be very sweet in general like if you had scars (Sh or just normal scars) he's definitely kiss them and tell you how beautiful they are

REMEMBER TO EAT ENOUGH AND STAY HYDRATED !! 🫂

-🌻

𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓰𝓱 𝓖𝓾𝔂

Synopsis: Charlie being a thigh guy, basically headcanons but also not rlly ??? Idk what this is tbh

Warning(s): IT GETS NSFW! MDNI, thigh stuff, talks abt scars, talks abt sh (in its own seperate bit so ur able to avoid it, I’ll put a warning there)

Pairing: Charlie Bushnell x fem reader (could be seen as GN except for one part where he calls u a sweet girl but you can just imagine otherwise if u wish!)

Word count: 528 words

Notes: I tried to write this n tumblr closed on me n didn’t save my draft ARGH 😭 but I’m so sorry I been away for a moment.. on an unrelated note last night I dreamt abt cuddling w Charlie n omfg

ALSO I’m so sorry it’s a lil short ahhh

Come find me on AO3!

Send me a request! Here’s my req rules!

(NSFW-ish!) Charlie whenever he sits beside you will always have a hand on you wether it be on your shoulder or on your knee, or other times where he’ll be squishing you’re thigh under the table in public somewhere. He of course does this at home too, and occasionally if he feels like it sometimes his hand will wander upwards. He still likes to do it nonsexually though, squeezing softly whenever he wants your attention.

(NSFW!) He would love to kiss your thighs while laying between your legs, often using it to tease you and not touch you where you need it the most. He also gets a little distracted, the feeling of your warm cushy thighs near his face can easily make him lose time. Charlie will kiss softly at your thighs, but he will also nip them gently too between his teeth just to watch you yelp and whine.

He would definitely get super hard from eating you out, I mean just in general, but especially when you cum undone and you squeeze your thighs around his head. Fuckkk he’d be in heaven, and he’d let you know that too when he dives back in for round two and has you repeating the same actions over and over. He will do it until you tell him to calm down, but if you don’t then I’m sure he’d be going on forever and ever until something inevitably disrupts the two of you.

(Scar stuff, more specifically sh) If he noticed you had scars on your thighs he wouldn’t be quick to point them out, maybe he’d spend a little extra time kissing over the marks or trailing them gently with his finger tips if they were healed. If they weren’t healed fully though maybe he’d ask about them, cooing softly for you to talk to him about what happened to make you do it. He’d leave it if you didn’t wanna talk about it though, simply comforting you with gentle kisses and cuddles.

“Don’t look at them..” You’d say, perhaps being a little insecure about them when his eyes would linger a little too long on your thighs, and Charlie would smile up at you dumbly before placing soft pecks to them and saying “Why not? Your thighs are so beautiful.” And you’d grow a little flustered. “No, they’re not, my scars-“ he wouldn’t even let you finish the thought about them, because he’d butt in and say “Your scars are beautiful sweet girl, I ‘dunno what you’re talking about..” and then his voice would get muffled n a lil quieter as he gets lost in the feeling of ur soft plushy thighs and he keeps leaving kisses all over them, his hands gripping at them like they’re his favourite thing in the world (and they are, after you as a whole of course.)

[jebewonmorelike]

Devil by the Whiteboard

wc: 4.2k (so i was way off lmao) pronouns: none used; n/a warnings: MEAN!hanbin he is not nice so be forewarned but the ending suggests he can possibly be fixed maybe but no promises; being alone with a mean person in a hallway; light swears; angst but only towards the end; i wrote that they go to an academy but it could be a university it doesn't change the story summary: booksmart!reader is ready to finally win the scholastic decathlon, but a series of coincidental unfortunate events that couldn't possibly have anything to do with studentbodypresident!hanbin threaten to ruin their chances once more. ~masterlist~ ♡ ~kofi (no pressure at all)~ guys i did it, i finished my masterpiece. i hope you like it. academic play on the title of the txt song, i know-- clever. the scholastic decathlon is inspired by the one in high school musical. also pls don't make fun of me for not knowing how science or chemistry works, i was literally advance in science but my chem teacher in high school was on academic probation for being such a bad teacher and we all nearly failed our regional exams so. anyway pls excuse this or lightly roast me in the tags or comments. i hope you enjoy mean!shanbin... this one might need a part 2... or a prequel. or both. I'M SO EXCITED I FINISHED THIS OMFG I HOPE YOU LOVE IT!

(part two— “i didn’t think you had it in you”)

It's 7 P.M. on a Friday and there's nowhere in the world you'd rather be than at the Regional Scholastic Decathlon Finals. You're about to partake in your favorite extracurricular activity: more academics. There's only one thing you wish you could change...

"I'm so honored to be competing as a team leader in the Regional Scholastic Decathlon Finals," Hanbin says into the handheld microphone. "And I'm even more honored to be competing against who I believe to be the most worthy opponents."

You fight the urge to gag at the Student Body President standing next to you on the makeshift stage.

"And you know each other well, I've been told," the announcer adds with a laugh. "You and (Y/N) are something of academic rivals, yes?"

Hanbin laughs, smile lines on his cheeks only adding to his innocent, clean-cut image. "In the most respectful way. Wouldn't you agree, (Y/N)?"

There are, in truth, very few things you'd agree less with. Coming from a private academy for gifted students, there were several different Scholastic Decathlon teams at your school. The Green Team, the Red Team and the Yellow Team had all already been eliminated this semester, which left the Blue Team (led by Hanbin) and the Pink Team (led by you).

There had also been a new Purple Team formed at the beginning of this year, but they were disbanded when the headmaster found out the "experiments" they were conducting in the science labs were a bit unorthodox.

You honestly weren't sure how much of a "worthy opponent" the Pink Team was at this rate. The Blue Team had won Regionals for three semesters straight and it didn't seem like their streak would end any time soon...

Not with Sung Hanbin on their side.

You glance at the walking, talking cinnamon roll standing next to you and wish fervently that all his teeth would fall out. "Right. Respectful," you chime quietly into your own microphone.

"And (Y/N)! It seems this is always where the Pink Team meets its demise under your leadership," the announcer notes, a bit too happily if you're being honest. "What makes you think you can beat Hanbin this time?"

The audience of family, friends, and teachers laughs awkwardly at the dig of a question. You swallow nervously, taking a deep breath to steady yourself before you answer.

You and Hanbin were total opposites, both competing for the tile of top student since your first year at the academy. He was friendly, outgoing-- a networker, even. When the election for Student Body President came around each year, there weren't any votes cast for anyone except Sung Hanbin (and you knew that for a fact since you were the one counting them). You were more of a behind-the-scenes overachiever. Acing every class, developing plans and putting them into action, and keeping your head down in the hallways to avoid any unwanted social interaction.

Though President Hanbin had been asked to recite a speech for Teacher's Appreciation Week, it was Secretary (Y/N) who had stayed up until the wee hours of the morning writing it.

"I don't think I can beat Hanbin," you say finally. "But I do think the Pink Team can beat the Blue Team. I think that's what you meant to ask, right?"

There's a moment of uncomfortable silence before Hanbin grins, extending his hand for you to shake. "I couldn't agree more. This event is about our teams, not us. Every team member has worked hard to prove their abilities tonight."

You watch as the audience absolutely melts at the handsome boy's charming smile and his words of camaraderie that were merely a more attractive repackaging of your previous reply. You pull your hand back from his as quickly as possible.

The announcer smiles in admiration at the boy to his right. “You are entirely correct, Hanbin. My mistake. And what a wonderful sentiment for you to share with us.”

It barely even phases you anymore: the hold Hanbin could have on people. Maybe you’d have been captivated too, if you weren’t the one person who--.

“(Y/N)?” The announcer prompts, his tone indicating that this isn’t the first time he called your name. “Any words for your team?”

“Oh,” you mumble, mentally shaking off the embarrassment of daydreaming during a regional competition. "Let's do our best! No matter the outcome, though we will strive for a good one, I'm incredibly proud of the work my amazing team has done so far this year and you all should be as well. Fighting!"

"That's just swell," the announcer replies rather unenthusiastically. "Hanbin?"

Hanbin nods, smiling graciously at the announcer and the crowd. "We've put in so much time and effort this semester and I truly believe our labor of love has blossomed into a winning fruit. And, even on the chance that we don't take this win, I will still be so proud of that fruit that is my amazing team. Fighting!"

The audience applauds and the scream sitting in your throat is now desperately trying to claw its way out. Instead, you just smile.

"Hanbin has such a way with words, doesn't he?" The announcer muses to you.

"He does," you agree politely, muttering under your breath, "If that 'way' is stealing them."

"Then let's get this Regional Final started!" The announcer's words are met with applause as you rejoin your team behind your table.

"We've got this," your teammate Maria encourages, patting you on the back gently. "It's our turn to win!"

You nod, smiling at your team and giving them two thumbs up. "Let's win this! Fighting!"

The first subject of the Super Relay is mathematics, an event where each team's members must rotate in a line to solve a new equation while racing against both their opponent and the clock. As the team leader, you are last in line as you will have the least amount of time left on the clock to solve your equation.

Unfortunately, Sung Hanbin is also at the end of the Blue Team's line. While you're better at economics, history, literature, and geography, Hanbin has a slight leg up on you in the math and science departments. But you had been studying overtime and, even if you didn't manage to beat his time in this round, you were confident you could follow closely enough behind that your team would not be hurting for points.

As soon as both teams are set in their positions, the announcer raises one arm. "On your marks, get set..."

"Go!" He signals, lowering his arm as Maria rushes to the shared whiteboard.

Her equation flashes on the screen and you exhale with relief. Maria was the weakest at maths on your team, so she always went first in relays so the other four team members could make up the time. This equation is fairly straightforward and in her wheelhouse, so you're able to relax for awhile.

Each team member finishes their equation, placing their markers on the whiteboard shelf and joining the end of the line until it's finally your turn to solve. David throws his marker down too harshly and it falls to the ground, rolling to the other team's side.

Hanbin is now racing up to the whiteboard for his team, but on his way he bends down and reaches under the chair that your team's marker has rolled under. After a moment, he resurfaces; marker in hand as he smiles at you sweetly, holding it out to you as you run up to the whiteboard.

"I think you might need this," he jokes politely. You give him a nod and tear off the cap as you quickly memorize your equation, smiling to yourself as you realize you've practiced this exact problem in a workbook just last week.

"And look at this sportsmanship from Sung Hanbin!" The announcer commends. "He's the Student Body President for a reason, folks."

You put your marker to the board, attempting to copy your equation as you ignore the adoring audience's endless mumbling about Hanbin. As you write, however, you suddenly realize that the marker in your hand isn't producing any ink.

Panic flows through you as you scribble it desperately against the whiteboard trying to get the ink flowing again, but your efforts are fruitless. You turn to the announcer in a frenzy.

"Please, my marker isn't working!" You exclaim, looking to the judges' table for assistance.

"It worked fine for the previous team member," the announcer contests, watching as you show him the lack of ink. "But, yes, it seems to be out of ink."

He walks to the judges table as your heart sits in your stomach, terrified that some fluke could completely ruin your team's chances of finally beating the Blue Team. You glance over at Hanbin, who, much to your surprise, is looking back at you concernedly.

A judge brings you another approved marker and you resume solving your equation frantically, despite the judge relaying that you would have ten seconds added to your permitted time due to the mishap.

After about 45 seconds, you check Hanbin's progress and your spirit is renewed when you see how quickly you've caught up to him. You're now only two lines behind him in the equation and you can tell Hanbin is caught off guard by your speed.

After another thirty seconds, Hanbin steps back from the whiteboard and nods as he double checks his math. He circles his answer and lays his marker down on the shelf, running to the stop clock and hitting his team's timer.

The audience cheers at the Blue Team leader's probable victory, but you don't let it throw you. Another nine seconds and your answer is circled on the board as you run to the buzzer and stop the clock. Your team surrounds you excitedly, praising you for your focus during the stressful situation and your noticeably quick solving of the equation.

After the judges finalize the results of the mathematics portion of the Super Relay, they hand the announcer a script card. "The results are in! The winner of the mathematics Super Relay is... The Pink Team!"

Your team starts to cheer, jumping up and down ecstatically around you as you remain absolutely shocked at the unexpected win.

You watch as the announcer's eyebrows furrow confusedly, rereading the script card to check if the result is correct.. "Huh. Mathematics is usually where the Pink Team has the most trouble, but with the additional ten seconds added to their time clock... The Pink Team wins by just 0.45 seconds."

You can't help but notice that the announcer looks concerned by the results, but before you can analyze him further you're pulled into your team's celebration. Out of the corner of your eye, you catch Hanbin chewing his lip nervously at the Blue Team's defeat.

~

You're halfway through the Science portion of the Super Relay when your beaker begins to boil. You watch as it bubbles furiously when it's merely supposed to be simmering on the hotplate.

You hover your hand over the hotplate, panic turning into confusion when you feel a low amount of heat that couldn't possibly be boiling the solution in this beaker. Unfortunately the alternative to a hotplate turned up too high was much worse...

"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit," you whisper, taking the beaker off of your hotplate with your gloved hands. As expected, the beaker continues to bubble over even after being removed from heat and you stare at the mixture in horror.

Where had you messed up?

You look around at the different tubes on your table, reading the labels of each vial carefully to see if you'd poured in the wrong liquid by mistake. You check each empty tube, verifying that they were in fact the liquids you had thought they were.

But there's one label that catches your eye in particular. The side of it is sticking up slightly and, cautiously, you peel it off to reveal another label underneath.

Glycerin.

Thankfully it wouldn't kill you, but it was a huge nuisance. You'd have to remake the solution and, as you glance at the time clock, you realize your prospects of finishing are hopeless.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1...

Hanbin hits his team's buzzer in the knick of time, the crowd erupting into applause for the school's golden boy. You chew your cheek, willing yourself not to cry as your team members begin to comfort you. Just as you compose yourself, you hear shouts coming from the other side of the room.

"(Y/N) couldn't even finish the experiment!" One of the younger Blue Team members taunts, smirking at you. "Pink Team is going down!"

"Maybe they should consider appointing a new leader," another Blue Team member jeers. "(Y/N) is clearly--."

"That's not very kind, Ilsung," Hanbin interrupts, placing a hand on the shoulder of both of the younger team members sternly. "Everyone here is trying their best and, unfortunately, mistakes are very easy to make under pressure."

"I didn't make a mistake. The--," you start to correct, but Hanbin has already stepped up onto his metaphorical soapbox once more.

"Whether we are winners in the competition or not, we are the losing team if we don't treat our opponents with the respect they deserve," Hanbin concludes, turning back to face the audience.

"Once again, Sung Hanbin proves his humility and kindness," the announcer coos as Hanbin shakes his head to politely deflect the compliment with a smile. "Exactly what we'd expect from the Fall Regional Scholastic Decathlon champion."

"What!?" You exclaim. "He didn't even win yet!"

"Anyway," the announcer continues as the judges hand him the results, "the winner of the science portion of the Super Relay is... The Blue Team! Obviously!"

You laugh hopelessly. "Obviously, he said."

"It's alright," David reassures. "Double the points in the final Humanities portion. The Blue Team has nothing on us!"

You nod, smiling reluctantly. "You're right. We can still win this! I believe in all of you. Let's do this!"

~

Pink Team is ahead 44 to 36 when you finally step up to the podium to answer your set of twenty humanities questions. Hanbin steps up to his podium, picking up his buzzer and breathing deeply in preparation for the upcoming questions in his weakest area.

You pick up your buzzer, placing your thumb on the trigger comfortably so that it doesn't cramp when you press it rapidly.

"Good luck," Hanbin says, smiling at you cutely.

"Yeah," you manage to reply without throwing up. "You too."

You fire off the five economics questions easily, hitting the buzzer a full second before Hanbin each time. You're on a roll and you don't have any intentions of slowing down.

"Now we'll move onto literature," the announcer prompts, rearranging his script cards.

"One second, please," Hanbin calls suddenly, shifting uncomfortably on his feet. "This is embarrassing but I think there's something in my shoe. Can I be allowed to remove it?"

The judges look at each other momentarily before nodding. "Quickly," one agrees.

Hanbin bends down, untying his shoelace and shaking out his shoe. You look out at the audience, who are all both visibly and audibly fawning over how adorable the Blue Team leader is.

"So endearing, that Sung Hanbin," the announcer remarks fondly.

Hanbin finally hops back up to his feet, nodding at the judges and the audience respectfully. "Please forgive me for the delay."

"No worries at all. Let's jump right back into it then," the announcer segways. "Question six: What is the name of the collection of 85 articles written by Alexander Hamilton, John Jay—.”

You smile as you press your buzzer, but confusion sweeps over you when Hanbin’s buzzer sounds first.

“The Federalist Papers,” he answers, but you can hear a bit of uncertainty in his voice.

“Correct,” the announcer says. “Question seven: Name the correct order of the three cantos of The Divine Com—.”

You press your buzzer, Hanbin’s buzzer ringing out again.

“Inferno, Purgatorio, Paradiso,” the Blue Team leader answers correctly again.

You go through five more questions like this— knowing the answer to them all immediately only to somehow be beaten by Hanbin’s buzzer.

“Um, excuse me?” You ask before the start of the history round. “I think… I think there’s something wrong with my buzzer!"

The announcer turns to the judges who allow the complaint with a nod. "Please test your buzzer several times," the judge on the end requests, gesturing for you to proceed.

You press the button on your buzzer and hear it ring. You press it once more and it rings again. The third time you press it, your cheeks heat up with utter embarrassment. You could've sworn it wasn't working just a moment ago...

You smile uncomfortably. "I'm sorry," you apologize quickly, mortified as your bottom lip tucks between your lips shyly.

"It's okay," Hanbin answers, smile lines appearing on his perfect cheeks. "I know this last section is usually not my best, but I promise it's just because I've been studying so hard. I would be thrown off guard too!"

The audience laughs at his humorous compassion, your error only making way for another opportunity to boost Hanbin's morale. You swear you feel yourself shrinking down, down, down to the size of an ant as Hanbin gets every last point in the final round of the Super Relay.

You pressed the buzzer in the middle of every question.

"It's okay, (Y/N)," Maria says, resting her head on your shoulder. "I'm sure all of that stuff with the marker just threw you off. That wasn't your fault."

You shake your head, completely perplexed by how this had happened and now also beginning to questioning your sanity. "I was pressing the buzzer," you assert, fighting off another round of tears welling up in your eyes as the adrenaline of the competition wheres off.

"I pressed the buzzer every time."

~

"We'll get 'em next semester, (Y/N)!" David encourages. "And they'll never see it coming."

You force yourself to smile, not wanting to to show the team your real emotions. Had you really not been pressing the buzzer? Were you actually going crazy?

"Mm," you agree quietly. "Pink Team: Spring Regional Scholastic Decathlon Champions! We'll make it happen!"

Your team all puts their hands into the circle, shouting, "1, 2, 3: Pink Team on Top!" After saying your temporary goodbyes, you walk through the empty hallway behind the gym and hang your lab coat up on the designated rack. As you secure your lab coat on the hook, you hear a mumbling coming from around the corner.

"Here's five hundred," you hear a familiar voice say as you tiptoe quietly to the end of the hall. "I'll get you the other half by Monday."

"Are you kidding me? You said you'd have it in full! Should've known the kid that was paying me to help him cheat in a Scholastic Decathlon would end up screwing me."

You peak your head out slowly around the corner, taking care not to make any loud sounds that might get you caught.

"Guess that's on you then. By Monday."

As the two men start to go their separate ways, you duck back behind the wall and try to control the rampant beating of your heart. You desperately attempt to silence your breathing as you hear one set of footsteps approach, closing your eyes and exhaling with relief when they continue down the hallway and past your hiding spot in the adjacent corridor.

With your hands over your eyes, you rub your face as tension bubbles to the surface. "Oh my god," you squeak out as the interaction you just witnessed sinks in.

Suddenly, something slams down above your head on the locker you're leaning against and rips you from your thought spiral.

"I'm glad you're finally starting to see my appeal," Hanbin says with a smirk, both hands pressed firmly against the locker on either side of your head. "But I think god might be a bit too much, even by my standards."

You swallow nervously, having had the displeasure of being confronted by Hanbin like this numerous times before. You look around to check if by some miracle there's anyone still lingering in the hallway that's witnessing this.

"Just me," Hanbin seemingly reads your mind. "That's not a problem, is it?"

"Y-you--... You..." He tilts his head expectantly, waiting for you to stop tripping over your own tongue. "You cheated?"

"Oh," Hanbin coos mockingly. "Did I?"

You nod, feeling your bottom lip shake. "You paid that announcer to give you all the answers."

"What?" He asks, face scrunching up in confusion. "He didn't give me the--... You think I, the reigning Regional Champion, need someone to give me the answers? Come on, (Y/N), I know you're smarter than that."

You blink back at him silently, watching as his face lights up in amusement.

"Do you actually have that little self-confidence?" He asks, shaking his head at you in amazement. "You really think your marker just happened to stop working right when it was your turn to solve? Or that the glycerin tube was just coincidentally mislabeled?"

Your lips part as Hanbin pieces the truth together for you.

"You and I both know you pressed that buzzer first every single time," he says earnestly, pouting at you sadly. "Are you really that insecure that you'd believe you were going crazy before you'd believe that I'd rigged your buzzer while I was fixing my shoe?"

"You... you..." You attempt to protest, but once again your stammering proves why you're always just Hanbin's ghostwriter.

His eyebrows furrow in concern and it's unnervingly genuine. "Seriously, (Y/N)? Now you're kind of just making me sad."

The patronizing from Hanbin is the last straw. He can steal your words, he can call you names, he can even sabotage your efforts...

But the moment Sung Hanbin begins to pity you is the moment you can no longer just stand there and take it.

"I'm gonna tell everybody," you threaten, but your voice comes out far too soft and shaky for him to take it seriously.

"I'm sure you are," he mocks, smirking at you. "I'm sure this time you won't just suck it up like you always do."

You lean forward, your face now just a couple inches from Hanbin's and you swear you see just the smallest flash of panic in his eyes at your action. "You're right," you agree. "You're always right, Hanbin."

He stares back at you, unmoving.

"That's why I'm so disappointed," you admit, sentiment suddenly shifting. "It wasn't my lack of confidence that made the possibility that you cheated unfathomable to me. It was honestly that, even after everything we've been through, I've always thought a bit more of you than that."

Hanbin leans back, hands falling to his sides as he continues to frown at you.

"I really don't like you, Hanbin, and I don't like always being in your shadow, but the truth is: you make a much better leader than I would," you confess, everything you've wanted to say now flowing freely out of your mouth. "And up until tonight, I thought that if I had to stand in a shadow, at least it was of someone who on some level deserved to be casting one."

Hanbin just blinks, his lips parting slightly as you study him. When he continues to refuse to react, you turn on your heels and begin to walk back down the hallway in the direction that you'd come from. You're halfway to the doors when Hanbin's voice suddenly rings out behind you:

"Join my team next semester."

You turn around quickly, one eyebrow raised in shock. "What!?"

"You heard me," he replies calmly.

"That's--... That's ridiculous! And your team is full anyway."

"Not for you, it's not," Hanbin quips, walking up to you.

"But--... But--."

"Come on, (Y/N). You just said it yourself: you were never meant to be a leader," Hanbin says as he stops in front of you. "But you're smarter than me. That's why I needed to set you back. There was no way I could've beaten you fair and square this time and you know it."

You stare at him wordlessly, wondering what you did in your past life to have to suffer the acquaintanceship of such an infuriating man.

"Even being thrown off by your stupid marker, you knew that equation like the back of your hand," he continues definitively. "If you had spoken up about the mislabeled tube. If you had trusted yourself about the buzzer..."

"But you knew I wouldn't."

He nods. "So join my team. Anyways, I... I could really use you," he says, a sheepish look on his face that you've never seen him wear around you before. "Blue Team is always able to win Regionals because I know how to beat the Pink Team-- I know how to beat you. But we always lose at Sectionals because the smartest person at our school was on the team we just beat."

You bite your lip, chewing on Hanbin's words as you feel both intensely offended and unfortunately flattered. But you could never let him know the latter. "What about anything that I just said makes you think I would join the team of some cheating asshole?"

To your surprise, he just laughs. "I've never heard you swear before. It's kind of..." He clears his throat, trailing off before he finishes his sentence. "If I'm being honest, your sudden display of willpower is kind of throwing me."

"Well I hope it throws you into another dimension, you self-righteous prick," you respond, turning back around furiously and continuing to walk down the hallway towards the exit doors-- shaking your head at the audacity of the boy called Sung Hanbin.

"Then can I pitch an alternative?" Hanbin calls as your fingers grip the door handle.

You pause, not realizing the mistake you've made as Hanbin's voice ricochets off the walls of the gym hallway:

"Go out with me."

[grandlinedreams]

omfg i did not realize ur requests were open! You're my favorite one piece writer!!!! The way you write the characters especially Law feels so canon huhu

Since Law seems to have a knack for picking up strays and taking them under his wing, may i request something platonic for Law which includes him encountering someone that reminds him of himself when he was young? Someone young and hurt and so so angry at the world, teeth bared, until someone showed them gentleness? Someone who loves like a feral dog, biting in defence when someone tries to pet it? (is it obvious i love dog references in regards to love yet?? lol).

He takes them in and they become deeply loyal to him, always following his shadow and being protective. Law gave them a home and taught them to love while Reader heals a part of Law's inner child because Law gets to help someone the way he wished to be helped as a child.

It all circles back to what Cora did for Law really. Instead of creating a cycle of abuse, its a cycle of love and care.

Thank you!!

Hiya papaya!! I'm honored to be a favorite but also I really hope that I can do this justice for you bc that's such a neat concept :(

[Heads up!: platonic relationship, some angst, more a little delve into Law as a person, Dressrosa/Law backstory spoilers]

You remind Law of himself as a kid.

Were he anyone else, it might have been a fond sentiment, wrapped in sugared memories ㅡ but no. You remind Law of himself because he understands what you're going through perhaps more than anyone.

The sullen expression and white knuckled fists, bloodied fingers and bruised skin, testifying to your wild animal ferocity in the face of a world that's been far crueler than it needs to be ㅡ he knows.

He was you, all those years ago.

And he knows exactly what will happen if he leaves you like this. He knows someone will slink out of the shadows, whisper poisoned words in your ear, sharpen your fangs and claws against the wrong people in the name of what they think is good.

He won't let that happen to someone else, not if he can help it. He feels like he owes it to Corazon, owes it to you ㅡ and owes it to himself, just a little bit.

He has absolutely no idea how this will go, but he wants to try.

ㅡ

"Why did you help me?"

The question stops Law in his tracks, finding you watching him, eyes dark and wary of the answer. You're undoubtedly waiting for the other shoe to drop, for him to make demands of you, set a debt to be paid back.

He knows it'll take more time before those claws truly retract, before you stop jumping at shadows and holding everything at arms length. But you're trying too, he knows that. (Bepo told him about the other day, when you'd asked Ikkaku a thousand questions about the internals of the Polar Tang, drinking in every word.)

"Because I know what it's like to lose everything." His voice is soft and low, hopes you won't lash out and demand to know what he knows of loss ㅡ because he knows plenty. It wreathes his entire existence like smoke, trailing tendrils into every aspect of who he is. "I know what it's like to be angry."

To ask why, over and over, desperate for answers from gods who choose to remain deaf and blind to those pleas. The world is hardly fair, deals cruel hands in spades and cares little for the aftermath.

"It's not fair." Your voice is a knife blade, aimed to sink into the softest parts. "What did I do to deserve this? Why am I being punished? What am I supposed to do?"

He remembers asking that, too. If he and his town were cursed, if they'd done something wrong to be taken by either disease or people afraid of them. He remembers being angry, that he'd gladly have let it swallow him whole, let himself blaze with it until it hollowed him, left him as a charred testament to who he'd once been.

But Cora ㅡ Cora, who'd owed him nothing, not when Law had sank that knife into him, hoping to kill him ㅡ had doused those flames. Put them out, raked over smoldering coals, refused to let him burn out the way he wanted to. Cora hadn't let him give up, and he's not going to let you either.

"You live," Law says. "I'm not saying that it'll stop hurting, or that the anger goes away entirely. But you take it and you find reasons to live."

"...I don't want to live for myself." Voice tiny, you curl in on yourself, shoulders trembling. "I want my family back. I just want to see them again."

He's no good at this, just as awkward as Cora had been, both men from broken homes and troubled pasts ㅡ both trying to ensure someone else didn't fall down the wrong path.

Warmth drapes over your shoulders, the tickle of feathers at your neck ㅡ and a hand on your head, trying to comfort.

"Then you live for them," he says. "Until you can find a reason to live for yourself, you live for them."

[sixosix]

Hi there!

I recently just discovered your page and omfg I love the writing sm 🫠

AhEm. If I may request a small drabble, I thought of bakugo meeting the reader while he's working with todo and deku, if possible a female reader <3

They're probably out on a patrol for endeavor and he stumbles upon her from another agency and catches himself simping bc 😼 let's be honest I feel like he can be a real simp sometimes if it's the right person. (COUGH COUGH US)

Mwahs <3

a/n i love ur pfp so much :( <3 izuku is just the cutest, wc 1k

in your defense, you genuinely did not know, nor did you consider the possibility of it ever happening—even in another universe, or the alternate timelines in those universes! because if someone told you:

hey, did you know that that ua student bakugou katsuki will ask you out on a date today?

you would laugh and cackle as if that someone just cracked a knee-slapping joke, and you would tell them that they should sleep more or seek a psychiatrist. because that is bullshit and false information and you are not like papa. 

but this universe is bullshit so the last things you expect to happen, all happen on the same day.

a villain attack at your school

you gape at the towering heap of charred rubble—your supposed-to-be school building, which had seven floors, complete with a pretty view from the rooftop—in front of you, like if you stare at it longer it will reveal itself as an illusion and you can go back to school.

your bag slips from your arms as you yell, “are you fucking kidding me?”

today was supposed to be a good day. exams finished and you’re free from schoolwork and activities, now welcome to come back to the slow pace of lazy school days—but you can’t have that in a school building that doesn’t exist.

“wish i fuckin’ was,” a gruff voice replies.

2. for the bakugou katsuki to be one of the heroes who arrived at the scene.

“oh— holy—uh,” you snatch your bag from the ground, staring dumbfoundedly as bakugou appraises you with one eyebrow raised. “i’m sorry, i didn’t see you there.”

but instead of laughing at your fast 180, bakugou grins wolfishly. “you’re not supposed to be here, princess. how did you get here? you feeling risky or just plain stupid?”

you can’t help the sharp glare. “don’t play with me. how was i supposed to know that you heroes were too shitty to prevent mass destruction?”

sirens wail from behind. from the corner of your eyes, you see deku and shouto guiding the civilians affected to emergency vehicles—while, of course, dynamight doesn’t bother because he’d rather not do that when he has two shitty extras to do it.

bakugou snorts. “ha. say that to endeavor’s face, not mine.” he tilts his head back but still meets your stare; you feel a little tingly from the sensation of having all of his attention on you. didn’t they say that he doesn’t bother with people he doesn't know? “why? you think you can do a better job?”

…is this flirting?

is he flirting with you right now or are you just blinded by the extremely attractive smirk on bakugou’s face?

“aren’t you supposed to help them gather civilians?” you murmur, and you hope bakugou doesn’t catch on the way your heart is tumbling around. “you’re just proving me right the longer you talk to me here.”

bakugou’s ruby eyes roam around your face. “shitty heroes don’t check on civilians to see if they’re injured.” piercing doesn’t seem to be enough of an adjective for bakugou’s eyes—it’s more like a rush of air getting snatched from your lungs. “good thing i’m the goddamn best.”

this guy…

“well?” you raise your arms and he very much checks you out without shame. “am i injured?”

obviously, you’re not. but you might as well play along while you’re at it.

“no.” he grins, all sharp teeth and charm. “you’re free to go. too bad your school’s nothing but pointless right now so you have nothing to do today.”

he quirks an expectant eyebrow and you gape at him.

“are you—are you asking me out?”

3. getting asked out by the most handsome ua student that you were smitten with when catching the sports festivals.

katsuki grunts, gauntlets nearly hitting todoroki’s face as he rages. “so you’re telling me that we weren’t even fucking needed to beat the criminal? why am i here then? to play patty cake?”

“it’s not just about beating the villain, bakugou,” icyhot says, melting the frost that began to cover his hand. so annoying.

stupid deku splutters, hands flailing, “kacchan i’m so sorry!”

“yeah, you better be!” he snarls at him, hands itching and restless as tiny sparks start to come off. and he can’t even relieve it because shitty deku already caught the fucker before the rest arrived at the scene.

icyhot shakes his head. “don’t apologize, midoriya. it’s not your fault that you ran into the villain. i’m glad you’re safe.”

katsuki rolls his eyes while deku wails a garbled, “todoroki-kun!”

a medic waves at them. “hey, you three! you’re heroes, right? help us round up everyone!”

deku straights, “coming!”

todoroki nods, “yes.”

katsuki scoffs, spinning around halfway to leave the area. “i’m gonna check something.”

from what he could see, the damage is more on the building than the civilians. the quirk, although weaker, was similar to shigaraki’s. but deku and icyhot (while endeavor beat the shit out of the person who attempted to sneak an explosive into a high school) evacuated everyone inside.

he sees someone standing across the mess.

“are you fucking kidding me?”

katsuki finds himself relating to that.

and as he studies your flustered face at his unexpected arrival, he finds himself thinking… well… you aren’t too bad.

you have a mouth on you, too. playing fire with fire.

he’s never seen you around before, and he’d be damned if he doesn’t see you again because things will get boring again.

unfortunately, katsuki couldn’t hear your answer, because endeavor is roaring, and deku and todoroki are frantically looking for him (more on deku with the frantic part).

“oi,” he yells at you while he’s being dragged away, and you’re still staring at him with pretty cute wide eyes, “that cafe over there. you better be there in an hour, got it!?”

you’re out of earshot by now, but katsuki can see the way you nod dazedly; he smiles to himself, like a pleased cat.

“kacchan, why is your face red? are you okay? are you sick? a quirk? did that girl do something to you?”

“shut the fuck up, i have a date later.”

a/n UMMMM tbh i feel like this isnt exactly what u requested but i got really inspired by the 'out on a patrol' scene and bakugou immediately taking an interest -- hopefully without it being too ooc

but thank u for reading (´ ε ` )♡

[rinsuniverse]

Hi cutie pie💜 how have you been? how was your day? I wish you a wonderful day and night💜

And I really hope you've been taking care humph😡💜 which include eat and hydrate, and of course never overwork and take good rests too💜

So last time I requested first kiss with Woozi and it was adorable💜 I loved it as always💜

Since last time was first kiss I'm curious how do you think it would be to have the first time with Woozi?💜 I don't know how I had the courage to ask cause I'm getting all shy while writing this

- 💜

first time with woozi! ✧˖°.

FINALLY a nsfw request omfg, i've been WAITING

the reader in this is going to be gender neutral with the pronouns, but they're biologically female, fyi! and WARNING, nsfw.

anyway, first time with woozi, let's go!

it wasn't supposed to be tonight, but idk

you were dressed up really nicely

and woozi was scanning you the whole night

and when you were both laying in bed together afterwards, it started off as gentle, playful kisses

you both have been dating for quite awhile, but haven't really gone past making out

but as jihoon was laying underneath you, the both of you half naked, he's kissing you softly, it slowly became more passionate and needy

he was pulling you impossibly closer and your teeth were clashing as you kissed

and his tongue slid into your mouth and yada yada yada

you were both giggling into the kisses

one of his hands held your hip as you were somewhat cradling his lap, leaning forward to kiss him as he laid down

the other hand was on the back of your neck, pulling you closer

he moves to rock you on top of his hard on, which makes you stop, sucking in a breath

"hmm, what's wrong?" he asks, pulling you back to him and moving to kiss your neck instead

"it's my first time," you say, moving away again

he stops, lays back, and looks at you

"do you want to stop?"

"no."

"hmm," he hums, kind of confused as to what to do. "me too."

he just looks at you as you sit up, still cradling his lap

"we don't have to," he says, putting both of his hands on your hips and caressing your skin with his thumbs

"i want to," you say softly. "just show me."

"i don't know any more than you do," he says, laughing

you both just laugh at each other, but he pulls you closer so you can kiss again

his hands start playing with the hem of your underwear, and you take it off for him, not letting your lips go

he takes of his undergarments as well

and when you're both pretty much naked, he backs away from you and scans you

"you're breathtaking," he says, kind of out of breath

"says you. you look like this and you say that to me," you say, moving your fingers against his ab muscles

"what should we do now?" he asks

"what do you want to do?"

"what do YOU want to do?"

"jihoon."

"mmm."

"are you being a tease?"

"let me fuck you already, oh my god."

"i'm trying! i don't want to be on top, though! i don't know what i'm doing!"

he chuckles, moving you off of him so you can lay down

he puts on a condom (because protection is important)

he slowly aligns himself to your entrance, stops, and looks at you

"do you want me to go slow?"

"no, go as fast and hard as you can."

"um, okay, as you wi-"

"i'm being sarcastic! of course, slow!!!!" you almost scream, which makes him move to cover your mouth with his hand

"be quiet, dummy," he says, before letting go of your mouth

he slowly pushes into you

you kind of stare into his eyes as you try and register how you feel

he goes very slow, though

as soon as he pushes all of himself into you, the both of you just look at each other and exchange glances

"okay, you can move."

"okay," and he moves slowly out of you

"woah, wait- just-" you shuts your eyes closed

"okay, just tell me when."

he's really patient with you

he is able to mask the amount of lust, frustration, and satisfaction that he feels (all at the same time) he really wants to drill into you, but he's holding himself back (very successfully)

he slowly starts moving

"can i go faster?"

"yeah, i think so"

"you think so?"

"yes! just do it!"

he's such a tease, even when he's balls deep in you :") but he wants to make sure you're okay

he stops whenever you tell him to

and changes pace whenever you tell him to

he's really obedient to you in that moment

he's patient with you when you scratch his back or moan a little too loudly for his dignity to handle

but it continues like this until he feels the need to cum

"y/n- i'm about to-" he talks so softly and awkwardly, because he feels like it's a sin to talk about this. "can i-"

"just do whatever, i'm comfortable now"

and he finishes in you, plopping his body on top of yours

when he gets his consciousness back, he turns his head so he can look at you

"did you?"

"did i what?"

"did you cum?"

"yeah, at the same time," you say, your arms holding him tightly against you

"should i pull out now?"

"no, stay like this, please."

and he listens to you

he pulls out when you say he can and then he pulls you up so you can both clean each other

and then he insists you both lay in bed together

"was that... okay?"

"yeah, it was great," you smile, moving to cuddle into him

"like, would you do it again with me?"

"i wouldn't do it with anyone else, if that's what you're asking."

"i'm asking if you want to do it again some time."

"sure," you say, slowly falling asleep. "thank you for listening to me. it must've been difficult for you."

"eh, it was fine," he says, chuckling when he hears your soft snores

so first time with woozi would be full of jokes and soft and comfortable for the both of you, he'd make sure of that!

thank you so much for requesting (i'm so sorry if this is bad, i'm not very experienced with this kind of writing and i don't read a lot of it so like- i don't know, i hope it's good enough!), my wonderful 💜 anon!

i hope you're taking good care of yourself, babes. feel free to request many, many more things from me!

(p.s. requests are still open! i specialize in woozi stuff, but i don't mind writing about other svt members! i can also do some nsfw if you want! so request whatever and as much as you want! ς(>‿<.))

[gemstone-ruby]

Season Finale Ramblings

Oh I feel so vindicated after watching to finale of The Gilded Age! Please note I do NOT have the extra context that comes with the show's extras yet (podcasts, interview, etc.) and I have only watched season two once but I am still filled with (a little too much) giddy energy about the ending so this is going to be a wall of text be prepared...

Thoughts and spoilers after the break

Lets start with Peggy: when I tell you I let out a sigh of relief when she left that man standing in the park! Mr. Fortune is MARRIED with -insert number of kids here- one of which is a newborn. You're telling me your wife just gave birth and you're making googly eyes at the new journalist who works for you???? TRASH. Now don't get me wrong, I could write off the kiss in the barn as a heat of the moment thing for the plot or whatever, but I think KNOW I would have been really pissed off and disappointed in how they took Peggy's character if they let that storyline continue into an affair. I wish Peggy the best of luck with her author dreams now that she has her start.

Ms. Marian: Girl, I am so happy you found your voice, dusted off your spine and got out of that engagement. For season one, in my opinion, she was pining so much for her old life that it made her lie to herself. She lost everything and everyone she knew in the blink of an eye and had to immediately put on a brave face and table her grief because Agnes hated her brother. I do think she loved Mr. Raikes but I think that love was rooted in her using him as a way back to "real life" once they got married. So much so that she ignored the signs that Raikes was being seduced by high society life in New York. She really grew as a person this season but when she accepted Dashiell's proposal, I thought she was sliding back downhill into the quiet housewife everyone expects her to be. I'm glad she's finally taking life into her own hands and I'm glad Larry Russell might be getting a happy ending with her as well. We shall see...

Speaking of the Russells: A big beautiful congratulations to Mrs. Russell for winning the opera war...however...I think it might come back to bite her in the ass when Gladys, and most importantly, Mr. Russell find out she basically sold her daughter off to the duke to do so. I love Mr. and Mrs. Russell as a unit, THE power couple, but George made it clear that he doesn't give two shits about playing the grand game of society. He only plays for his wife because his family's happiness is all he wants; if Gladys is falling for another man and Bertha tries to force her into the duke's arms, the power couple is going to clash. HARD. You already saw a brief look at that potential conflict when Mr. Russell was facing charges for the train crash and all Mrs. Russell could think about was a ball. He didn't even tell her when he was going ON TRIAL ffs! Yes they were at odds when Bertha found out about Turner coming onto him but in that instance George was working for forgiveness from his wife; the train derailment had him ready to bare teeth over his wife's lack of empathy. Mr. Russell already promised his daughter he would have her back when it comes to her marriage; this is not going to resolved without at least one relationship dynamic in the Russell household changing forever...

And FINALLY SOME KARMIC JUSTICE FOR ADA!!!! Omfg this woman could not catch a break for the life of her. This wise, kind soul had to live years as a spinster and (as I'm sure she probably thinks) a leech on the fortune her sister had to marry an awful man to get. When she at last finds a good man to love and live out her golden years with he fucking gets cancer and dies almost as soon as they get married. This woman could not get more than a second of peace. But when Bannister turned to her and crowned her head of the household with one question it's like the stars aligned! You could see it in her face when she realized she was finally, not her sister's equal, but her superior by Agnes's own old world standards. And I know that Agnes loves her sister in her outdated way, but in my opinion, it was also extremely patronizing. Agnes ruled her household with an iron fist, so much so that literally every one living under her roof, from the servants to her family members, have secrets they're keeping in fear of losing their way of life by angering her. Now, dear Aunt Ada, gets to take the rinds and I can't wait. Ada is kind but not naïve, wise but not authoritarian, and she realizes that the world is changing and society along with it. Everyone in the Van Rhijn house may now have a chance at happiness their own way now that they have a mistress who has no interest in changing who they are for the sake of other people's opinions.

I want to stress that I am not bashing Agnes. At least I'm not trying to. I know her way of thinking is a product of her time mixed with the horrors and injustices she had to face to get to where she is in life. But her being stuck in survival mode has sank her ship and nearly alienated her from her own family. She should take this changing of the guard as her sign to give it a rest, to TAKE a rest. Do I think she's going to: NO. I think she's going to be a bitter pain in the ass now that she has virtually no power.

I'm going to end this by saying to look forward to seeing if and how Mrs. Astor will move forward. She does not seem to be the type of woman to fade off into the night silently in defeat. I would say she may team up with Ms. Turner/Mrs. Winterton but not only does Astor know her secret now but I think she's about two seconds from spiraling in a BAD way and losing that rich husband of hers. I mean look at the temper tantrums she threw every time she lost something to Mrs. Russell.

If they do not renew this show for another season, I will haul myself from the Brooklyn Bridge (I'm joking.....mostly )

[ughgoaway]

the sick dad matty blurb omfg ACE i’m literally unwell at the thought of mopey messy hair matty falling asleep in ur lap and being so flustered at u seeing him like that- brb fucking crying

also speaking of which genuinely insane timing how you always post smth after i’ve had a very long shift i swear theyre really the one thing i look forward to the most after work 😭😭 uninterrupted horizontal time with ur blurbs it’s true it literally is my fav thing-

also perhaps an extension of sick dad! matty but i just can’t shake the idea of teacher reader being worried about him still and asking annie about it at school the next day and annie just randomly drops a bombshell in the way kids do and says smth like ‘oh daddys so much better today! he’s all smiley and said that you chased the bad coughing monster away for him- can you come do that every time? daddy’s never had anyone do that before’ and it just b r e a ks teacher reader completely pls anyways crying throwing up

(- bff anon also has the can’t shut up disease i fear 😭）

OMG, IM GLAD YOU LIKED IT BFF!!! I just need to look after this man.

like imagine he eventually wakes up and its like 9pm at that point so you're like "okay let's get you to bed" and he's all sad and pouty and says "only if you stay over with me" but he's still half asleep and doesn't quite process what he said for a good few seconds...

wide-eyed, he tries to backtrack, "wait- I'm so sorry I didn't mean it like that! obviously, we haven't slept together yet, but- NO, NOT LIKE 'SLEPT TOGETHER' SLEPT TOGETHER!!! I MEANT LIKE JUST SLEEPING!!! ohmygod-"

you're like "no that sounds nice, let's go upstairs," and matty is silently freaking out bc you're gonna be in his bed. with him. sleeping. he's thought about this scenario 1000 times, and none of them included him being dealthy ill and not having nice sheets on the bed first.

(more rambles below the cut as always)

you get matty to brush his teeth and get ready for bed, even rubbing some moisturiser on him (he just sits there with a dopey grin as you apply)

he always thought you'd be on his chest or he'd be spooning you, but he ends up with his face buried between your boobs and he's out within 10 mins.

oh and the morning after... so much potential...

I must have spidey senses for when you're at work bff!!! the fact that my blurbs make you so happy you look forward to them??? brb vomiting???? that is so kind. horizontal time on tumblr is my fav too, its unmatched.

OH, LITTLE ANNIE TALKING ABOUT HIM PLEASEEEEEE-

I can see her spending the night at hanns bc matty doesn't want her to get ill and doesn't trust George or Ross to keep her overnight.

"Do you even know what 5 year olds eat??"

"bro, why dont you trust us???"

"Yeah... like mushed carrots and shit right. "

you put the kids to work colouring something but secretly call Annie over yo your desk, "hi Annie! I just wanted to ask how your daddy is today, I know he's been a bit poorly"

"...please take her Adam"

she immediately lights up and starts chattering away, "Oh, daddy said he's feeling much better today. he even made me my toast this morning, and he was all smiley the whole time!!! he said you made him all better and played nurse!! can you do that every time he's poorly? he's much happier when you are his nurse than when he goes to the doctors"

obviously, internally you're like "ohmygod he really likes me, and I made him feel better. oh, he couldn't stop smiling, and annie noticed because he was so happy and -"

but externally, you play it cool like, "Oh, that's great, sweetheart! I'm sure next time he's poorly, you can help him feel better too"

Annie is like, "Oh!! I hope he's poorly again soon, I wanna play doctors with you!!!"

you try not to laugh at her wishing her dad ill and just send her back to her desk, but the grin doesn't leave your face all day. thinking about the fact you made matty giddy makes you just as giddy as him.

the next day a bouquet of flowers show up at your door with a note,

"dear nurse y/n,

thank you for coming to look after me even after I cancelled our date. whilst I am slightly mortified you saw me looking like that, I'm more grateful for your help. you made being sick worth it. Spending any time with you is always worth it.

love, matty x

ps, I hope the next time you stay in my bed, I'm substantially less sick, and we're both wearing substantially less clothes ;)"

[awkwardlyfangirly]

HI TGIS IS MY FIRST REQUEST EVER SO YEA

MAYBE A GN READER THATS FRIENDS WITH THE TURTLES BUT HAS MORE A CONNECTION WITH LEO AND THE READER GETS ATTACKED BY SOME CRIMINALS AND LEO SAMES THEM AND ENDED UP DOING THE SPIDER-MAN KISS AND THAT WOULD BE LIKE THEIR FIRST KISS TOGETHER OMFG

I AM SO HONORED TO BE YOUR FIRST REQUEST EVER

hope u enjoy! :)

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rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles fanfiction ~ Leonardo x female reader ~ tw/cw: reader gets somewhat unsuccessfully mugged in an alley lol

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You were normal, right?

Like, you didn’t have a lot of friends. That was normal.

And you were a senior in high school. That was also normal.

You lived in an apartment with your dad, and you had two older sisters who were studying abroad, and you had a hamster named Oreo Cupcake, and you had a lot of posters on your walls. Normal.

You were normal, right? Right??

You’d spent so, so many years of your life desperately wanting to not be normal. Just wanting something, anything, to happen to you. Just wanting to stand out.

And look at you now. Spending so much of your time hanging upside-down off your bed, blasting music into your eardrums at a volume that will probably cause early hearing loss, staring at the texts pinging into your phone and just wishing that your life was anything resembling normal.

Because the truth of the matter was that you were not normal. Not at all.

Your few friends were four color-coordinated human/turtle mutant ninjas who lived in the sewers, blew up your phone with the weirdest texts you’d ever be able to imagine, and annoyed the chicken nuggets out of you. They wouldn’t be normal even if they didn’t live in the sewers or weren’t, you know, mutant human/turtle ninjas. Also April, who was technically “normal,” but lived the same decidedly un-normal existence as you.

Not normal. You weren’t normal.

You hung out in the sewers most of the time with your ninja turtle friends and sometimes encountered other weird things like a raging celebrity chef turned pig mutant who tried to kill you or a raging news anchor turned worm mutant who tried to kill you or a sweet and bubbly random dude turned capybara mutant who constantly provided you with the best lemonade you’d ever had and --

and yeah. Not normal.

Which is why you felt… decidedly unsurprised when you found yourself being backed against a wall by a pair of humanlike foxes -- or foxlike humans -- in a dark alleyway. Unsurprised; just disappointed. You knew better than this. You shouldn’t be getting mugged.

“I don’t want trouble,” you said. Your eyelids were so heavy. You’d just finished the closing shift at work; you’d been getting your hands cracked and calloused with mop and broom handles for the past thirty minutes. You just wanted to get home and put on Phineas and Ferb and sleep.

The yokai or mutant or whatever standing on the left smiled, his teeth vicious and bright in the artificial moonlight of the city. “Should’ve thought of that before you bothered to come here wearing that.” He reached out with a sharp, curved claw to hook the chain around your neck, scratching your skin a bit.

“Okay,” you said.

He yanked, sudden and firm. The necklace came off in his paws.

You flinched.

You were trusting beyond trust that they wouldn’t hurt you -- that they’d take the necklace and go -- but the second yokai or mutant or whatever put a paw on his shoulder.

“Hey,” she said. “Hey. Look at that.”

“At what?”

And she gestured at the Hamato clan symbol you wore around one wrist.

“You know where we’ve seen that before?”

“No,” the first yokai or mutant or whatever said, sounding irritated. “What are you --”

And the second one leaned in to whisper into his ear.

You watched his eyes widen and his ears perk up.

“You’re kidding,” he whistled. “You’re kidding. So you’re a Hamato, kid?”

Okay. That was trouble.

Guess Phineas and Ferb and the sweet, sweet embrace of unconsciousness would have to wait a little while.

The yokai or mutants or whatever -- you were leaning towards ‘yokai,’ seeing as they’d recognized the Hamato symbol -- had made you press your arms above your head, against the wall. But you slowly shifted your fingers until you could depress the panic button.

There were two gentle pulses against your fingers -- the panic button silently letting you know that it had transmitted your signal.

You stared at the sickly sweet grins spreading across the faces of your attackers and your throat clenched tight.

Hurry, you begged. Hurry.

There were four Hamato boys. Raph, Donnie, Leo, and Mikey. Currently all in a giant pile in the living room, biting and kicking, while Splinter screamed at them to settle down, he couldn’t hear his TV show. SETTLE DOWN. And finally he had to step in and slap them all in the face with his hairless pink tail, and even then, Leo and Donnie were still glowering at each other.

Splinter sighed, deeply, and pressed his fingers against the bridge of his nose. “Boys --”

And then the panic signal activated.

It alerted each of the brothers, pulsing against their wrists until they tapped it twice. It was Y/n’s signal.

Leo felt his heart drop.

It was Y/n’s signal.

“Where is she?” he said, quickly, as the brothers gathered around Donnie to stare at the map on his armband. All thought of the last minute’s tussle was out of everyone’s mind. The only thought was her.

Donnie moved his fingers to enlarge the map. “Right there,” he said, tapping at her blinking icon. “Let’s go.”

You were still standing in the same spot, pressed up against the wall, as the yokai argued about what they should do with you.

“Big Mama,” one of them was saying, without stopping, over and over and over again. “Big Mama. Big Mama. Big Mama. Big Mama.”

The other kept talking over her, loudly. “You know how Big Mama is. She’ll steal us for the games. We won’t have a choice. The Foot Clan will want her. The Foot Clan hates the Hamato. The Foot Clan doesn’t run a bloody battle to the death that they will inevitably trick us into.”

“Big Mama,” the other kept saying, louder and louder. “Big Mama. Big Mama.”

You tried to scoot towards the opening of the alley. They didn’t seem to notice; they were so wrapped up in their own argument. Closer. And closer. And closer. Just a few more feet --

“Hey,” one of the foxes said, and you felt its claws close around your shoulder. Your heart leapt into your mouth and you stopped breathing for a moment. It dragged you back into the alley.

The other yokai sighed and admitted defeat.

“Fine,” she huffed. “Fine. You’re right. Big Mama is too dangerous to deal with. We go to the Foot Clan.”

Her brother chirped happily.

“You heard her,” he growled into your ear, the sudden tone shift startling you. “We’re going to the Foot Clan. Come on. Let’s go.”

The Foot Clan. April was always more eager to tag along on the action than you were; she and the boys had told you all about them. You’d only encountered them twice, yourself. And you weren’t eager to encounter them again.

Please hurry, you begged again. Please hurry.

And you didn’t move your feet fast enough for the foxes; they shoved you forward, roughly, and your heart rose into your mouth again. Propelled itself up through your throat. You choked on it for a second, gasping for air.

Please hurry.

They’d received the message, you knew. First there were the two pulses letting you know that your signal had transmitted -- and then three more pulses after a few seconds, letting you know that they’d actively received and acknowledged your signal. They were on the way. They could track you if you were moved anywhere. You would be fine. You would be fine.

For a moment, you wished you were April instead -- she was so strong, so full of life and fire. She’d have both of the yokai on the ground, sobbing, without raising a single finger. And then you felt bad for wishing April was here, instead of you.

Please. Please hurry.

They had to. They had to. You’d never used your panic button before, but you couldn’t imagine it would take them too long to respond. Especially since you were on the surface, on the streets of New York -- not too hard to track, probably. Hopefully.

Please.

You didn’t have many friends. But these friends were like your flesh and blood. You knew -- without even having to think about it -- that you’d die for them. Again and again. You’d give up anything for any single one of them -- go without food or water or sleep for days -- face your darkest fears and the darkest parts of yourself. Just for them.

And they’d do the same for you.

It was why you wore the Hamato insignia on your wrist: a symbol marking you as one of their own, part of their family. You were there for one another, always; protecting one another, always.

They’d be here. They’d be here.

The foxes cackled again -- their laughs were chilling, echoing sharply through the warm night air -- and the one grabbed you, slinging you over his shoulder. You went limp. Every muscle in your body went completely limp, immediately.

You held your breath.

“Wait,” the other one said. “The Hamato clan -- wouldn’t they want her back?”

“There are still Hamato??”

“You’re so dumb.” His sister rolled her eyes. “Yes, there are still Hamato. Remember? Those turtles?”

“Ohhh, yeah!”

“I bet you they’d pay a ransom beyond all ransoms.”

“I trust the Foot Clan more than I trust those Hamatos, though,” her brother mused, and before she could reply, one of Those Hamatos had landed with a THUD on the fire escape above him.

“Hey!” it said. “That really hurt my feelings!”

You tried to twist your head to see what was going on -- but before you could, a hand grabbed the back of your shirt, and you were yanked backward, off of the yokai’s shoulder and into the security of the roof above.

“You good??” Leo screamed twice in your ear before you finally came back to yourself and coughed.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m okay, I’m okay --” you started, and then he wrapped you tight in his arms.

“You sure??”

“Yes,” you gasped, as he crushed the lungs out of you.

“I was so worried!! You’ve never set off your panic button before!”

“I’ve never been mugged by two kidnappy yokai before!!”

“Fair point,” he admitted, and squeezed you close again.

You sank your head into his shoulder.

He was firm, and warm, and his shell was solid and sturdy under your shaking hands. A breath in -- and then you started to sob.

He rocked you slightly back and forth. “It’s okay. It’s okay. I’m just glad you’re alive, alright?”

You nodded, still sobbing, and he rubbed the back of your head with one hand and pressed his face into your hair.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled. “Sorry I’m so dramatic. It just --”

“Not too dramatic,” he said. “It’s okay. You’re okay.”

He portaled the two of you back down to the floor and the other brothers gathered around you as Leo climbed back up to the fire escape, dangling his feet and keeping his eyes on you. They asked you if you were alright, and reassured you that they were taking the yokai to the appropriate authorities. You told them you were alright. You thanked them.

“I’ll help walk you home,” Mikey offered.

“I’ll do it,” Leo called, from the fire escape.

“I don’t really --”

“I’ll do it,” Leo said again. “I got it, really.”

And so they left. Leaving the two of you alone.

“I’ll help get you home,” Leo said. “Don’t worry.”

He’d hung himself backwards off of the fire escape, his head dangling close to yours as you turned towards him.

“Thank you,” you told him. “I appreciate it.”

His entire face lit up when he smiled.

“Anything for you,” he said, softly.

Now, all four of the Hamato boys were four-fifths of your best friends in the world. But Leo -- ? Leo was your favorite.

You didn’t know what it was -- “soulmates,” perhaps? -- but the two of you had clicked from the moment you met. You could tell him anything, and he would listen; and vice versa. You knew his hugs like the back of your hand, and his warmth was always a comforting presence next to you when neither of you could sleep and you ended up at each other’s houses, idling away the time until you dozed off together. You loved all of the boys, but you loved Leo the most.

You’d never tried to kiss him, and he’d never tried to kiss you. You’d never discussed taking your relationship to that stage. You were just there for each other; the best of best friends; forever and ever.

But he was hanging upside down in front of you and staring at your lips.

That seemed like invitation enough.

You stepped a bit closer to him and placed your palms on his cheeks and started to lean in, your heart pounding so hard that it seemed absolutely definite that he could feel it in the pressure of your hands.

He didn’t say anything. He just looked at you. His eyes moving from your eyes, to your lips, and back.

He didn’t pull away. He didn’t try to right himself. He just dangled there, and stared.

And then he reached out his own hand, relying on his legs to keep him in place -- and he touched your own cheek, his thumb gently caressing your lips. His hand pulled you a little closer --

and then, contact.

Contact.

Your lips on his, or his on yours, who knew? Did it matter?? It didn’t matter to you. Nothing mattered to you, suddenly. You couldn’t understand anything except the soft firm gentle warmth of his lips and the way they moved against yours.

You gasped for breath, your mouths still together, and he kissed you again, and again, humming against your lips as you gulped in your shared air.

You felt his heartrate speeding up, right where your fingers met the junction of his jaw with his throat. You broke your lips away from his and kissed at his pulse.

“I like this,” he mumbled, putting both of his hands on both sides of your head, cupping your jawline. “I like kissing you.”

And you giggled and rested your forehead on his chin. He took the opportunity to kiss at your own heartbeat, fast and giddy in your neck.

“I like kissing you too,” you whispered, and he took one of your hands in his and brought the fingernails to his lips.

It was a long, long while before he finally walked you back home.

[ssreeder]

sreedie. it is time.

NO SOKKA baby people want to be your friend you just DONT LET THEM

pls sokka thinking he can gaslight himself out of being in pain is so in character but so. goddamn Frustrating

sokka is giving anna from frozen with his whole “my firebender’s awake so IM awake” deal

listen I get why sokka is like oh I should cut back on the swearing if I wanna Grow as a person but like,,, as an australian the concept of swearing being Bad is just so foreign to me lmao

I think it’s a really interesting component of the zukka relationship (highlighted by your traumatic drowning scene thx sreedie) that sokka’s instinct is to try to hide in/behind zuko??? like he’s obviously very protective of zuko too, but I think that in a way, even when sokka is on the offensive and is the person defensive zuko from the outside world he’s still using zuko as like, idfk a shield?? of sorts??? to deflect away his fear for himself and all that jazz… does that make any sense whatsoever????? idfk lads

STOP ik it’s a super serious moment but all I could think about when sokka was like “he had to do it for zuko” wAS THE FUCKING let me do it for you tiktok sound T-T

not aang talking like an actual certified therapist at 12 years of age omfg- wish I was that emotionally well adjusted fr

damn sokka really said #codependecy

FUCK PLEASE TELL SOKKA ABOUT YHE FUCKINF VEINS PLEASE SREEDIE IM STRESSED AS ALL HELL

F U C K

Y E S

finally ohmygod

katara: I can feel the toxins in zuko’s blood

iroh externally: oh?

iroh internally: whatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuck

LMFAO zuko calling sokkatara momo while his body is actively trying to kill itself as a JOKE is the most zuko thing ever. the most comedic thing about this boy is his absolutely Disastrous timing (by which I mean it’s impeccable)

PRISON PALS I still love that moniker <3

noooo not zuko worrying about shen when we know damn well shen got kebabed >:(

can katara please tell sokka that zuko wants him by his side. like girl. please.

okay I really do Not want this to happen, nor do I think it actually Will happen bc uhm duh, but it would be like,, so ironic of zuko did just die. like they went through all that and for what LMAO (it’s not funny it’s Not Funny why am I giggling to myself)

FINALLY A MENTION IF THE MIRACULOUS TEETH KEEPING OF ZUKKA NATION

lmao sokka is worrying himself into a early grave bc he cares so much about zuko but he’s also 100% ready to immediately assume that zuko let him down by outing sokka as a liar (I mean he’s right, but still. harsh)

woah woah woah sokka calm your tits man, rasu might be sex on legs but your sister is only 14 and that’s just gross

SEE rasu my reasonable child <3 (he’s also so snarky I actually love him so. much.)

insane how fast sokka switches from “rasu >:(“ to “rasu :D” when he learns that rasu knows zuko lol

YOU CANT TAKE THE NERD OUT OF SOKKA BABYYY (same.)

“sipping the sauce” LMAO

uh yeah rasu I think jee has every right to be worried ngl

sokka is just out here exposing himself bc he’s JEALOUS I cannot anymore with this boy

“prince zuko is a character without trying to be one” yKW I JUST REALISED?? ZUKO HAS MAJOR MR BEAN ENERGY just more homocidal and uh,, traumatised

god thinking about jet’s amputation has me squeamish as FUCK

sokka rearranging his book stack so the sex book is in the middle is so relatable agsjekfpf it’s giving the same energy as getting a massage and hiding your underwear between the rest of your clothes after you get changed into the robe thing

not sokka being endeared by zuko’s love for the art of thievery <3 mood

SHIT FUCK QUON

DICKHEAD

OMG WAIT IS HE GONNA RECOGNISE SOKKA AS RHE BITXH THAT ZUKO KISSED PRIOR TO KIDNAPPING

damn. after all that and sokka just exposed himself. cant even blame it on zuko this time buddy.

you can always count on little sisters to put you back in your place (as the little sister can confirm)

woag.

not the angst train going past us like choo choo motherfuckers.

I am not going to bag katara in any way, shape, or form for pretending to be sokka to get information out of zuko bc I would’ve so done the same thing with like,, zero hesitation. maybe I’m just a lying liar who lies though so idk

anyways: screaming, crying, destroying your living room and smashing all your lightbulbs.

I’m so mad that there’s no zukka reunion BUT !! you did give us a library which I was SUPER not expecting but enthralled by nonetheless so ig I’ll have to forgive you

ANYWAYS hope life has retired from kicking you around bc that’s my job and I’m the only one allowed to make you suffer >:(

also I just reread my last comment and realised I already said I’d smash all your lightbulbs so ig this is just a trend now. have fun living in medieval times forever ex-lover <3

Oh shit that’s so true, Sokka is very Anna and Zuko is very Elsa haha. (Odd how that happened lol)

Soooo I do think Sokka depends on Zuko WAY too much, emotionally physically mentally - but if that’s all he has to keep him waking up in the morning who am I to stop him. (But building up his own physical strength, dealing with his own issues instead of just focusing on zukos trauma, and allowing other people in his life to get close to him and then help him would be GREAT ;))

Sokkatara is now canon I’m obsessed with the nickname leekie beloved your brain is too big.

Rasu was like “oh no this kids crazy” & then Sokka said “tell me about Zuko” and rasu twirls his hair and giggles “SURE” & that’s how friends are formed. Take notes.

Katara & Sokka just need to get into one big “getting along shirt” and call it a day… but I kind of think Sokka would try to claw his way out… so yeah we don’t do that.

Lies are being exposed and Sokka has ZERO ground to keep standing on so he better accept the help or he is really going to drown. Ha.

LEEKI STOP SMASHING MY LIGHTBULBS I GOT TWO FLASHLIGHTS AND I CANT DEAL WITH IT ANYMORE.

Alright ex love I will see you soon!! :) <3

[ab-arts]

I finished the game a few hours ago, still almost doesn’t feel real skndjsjs

But HOLY FUCK it was amazing!!

Of course I have my nitpicks but overall I give it a solid 9/10! Wish my shit ass computer would’ve given me more than 3-5 fps sometimes (not exaggerating)

Some rambles regarding the game below, nothing coherent or an official review just some thoughts:

Alright so first of all HOLY SHIT THE GRAPHICS, GOREGOUS

SOUND DESIGN, INCREDIBLE

MUSIC, AMAZING

Even the very beginning of the game I was on edge, the atmosphere the game gave was immaculate

Once again wish I hadn’t been lagging so bad I was constantly faceplanting into walls XD

All the mirrors in the game actually worked!! Idk why that amazed me so much but it did

Audreeeey, omg I love her, I love her so much,,

She reacts to things! She’s dynamic she’s alive!! Henry I love you too but please man you’re a little bland considering the horrors around you dhdjdh—but ooh I love her and her personality,, there’s some parts I wished she’d reacted to more n had more lines but mostly I just really loved listening to her talk,,,

SPEAKING OF HENRY, HENRY HAS A CANON DESIGN NOW!! NEAT! Still keeping my own the same though cuz I like it better jdndjdh

ALSO JOEY WAS THERE TOO—he was so fascinating?? Like..he wasn’t this evil guy, he regretted what he did? And he and Allison were friends I think? And he helped Audrey? AND OH MY GOD THE REVEAL THAT HE MADE HER IN THE REAL WORLD?? I was blown away honestly. And omfg my design for Joey had a Bendy pin and GUESS WHAT CANON JOEY HAD

A BENDY PIN

I WIN AT PREDICTING THINGS NSJDNDJ

OH OH GOD AND THE INK DEMON, HE TALKS??? HE TALKS SCARY????? HIS VOICE IS SO FUCKING COOL AND TERRIFYING??? SCARED THE SHIT OUTTA ME??? HOLY FUCK

His design is a little weird for me tho? Like it’s cool and absolutely is scary, I’m just not fond of his face?? His teeth?? That’s not a smile that’s just teeth, he gotta have a smile, turn up the corners of his mouth plz

Also was not very thrilled by the mechanic where you have to hide from him, except he’s not even there and it’s just a countdown to insta-death? I was hoping to actually get hunted by him and have to stealth, Alien: Isolation style. The mechanic also annoyed me in another way cuz it usually caused a lag spike aaaand it’s hard to hurry and find a hiding spot when you have 3 fps and keep running into walls, though that was caused by my shit computer, not the game itself, so it gets a pass. Still would’ve preferred getting hunted by the Ink Demon though

Also can we talk about whatever the FUCK the Keepers were?? Those things were CREEPY like, EIEHGHHG WHAT THE HELL, the way they TALKED dear god

They don’t even have legs they just SLITHER AROUND

The Lurker was funky but I don’t have too many thoughts about it itself, more about the LONG ASS SIDE QUEST you can do for it that I didn’t know was OPTIONAL

I had to go all the way back up to the fuckin Animation Ally and oh my god the amounts of times I died, the many times the map broke or the one time it just wasn’t there at all (once again I blame my computer), the time in a fight in which it was lagging so bad it nearly crashed and the audio was freaking out, and what do I get after all that? A FUCKIN SCHEMATIC AND SOME COLLECTABLES

EAT MY ASS, LURKER

Allison omg, I loved her in this- I only wished she showed up more, she was a delight and I really wanted her and Audrey to become friends. Tom was there too but I don’t really care about him kdndjjd

ALICE THO, GOD what a return, and it was SPECTACULAR. The riddle (that was fun to solve, and not stupid hard like some of the other fuckin puzzles I hate puzzles I suck at them), the fucking ELECTRIC CHAIR she put Audrey on, HAVING A GUN??? THE WHOLE OH SO TENDER SCENE BETWEEN HER AND ALLISON,,,?? God I have feelings

Wilson is..hard to describe cuz honestly I didn’t know what to make of him? Like the beginning scene with him in the elevator was very ew creepy please stop, I could just feel Audrey’s discomfort, and obviously the whole turning on the ink machine (I was so obsessed with the gathering ritual items for the pedestals parallel) and murdering himself and Audrey scene was a big red flag, and ofc the creepy ass posters and lying and just having dictator-y but distant vibes, but later on he kind of seemed like he had decent motives?? Idk..but OH IT WAS A TRICK, A TRICKY TRICK—HE TRIED TO TURN AUDREY INTO HIS OC

It was sooo funny to watch that scene play out and Wilson starts dragging her toward that machine, and I was just going like “push him in push him in push him in” and then she DID and I was like YEEEAH

And OH MY GOD WHAT HE BECAME, NO EXAGGERATION IT WAS SCARIER THAN THE INK DEMON LIKE WHAT THE FUUUCK

I’m not sure which is scarier though, that thing whatever it’s called or the fuckin SPIDER THINGS WITH TEETH

Oh my GOD I hated those so much, ESPECIALLY THE BIG ONE

I think I was either lagging too much of never got killed directly by it to see it, but aPPARENTLY IT HAS A DISTURBING DEATH SCENE WHERE IT EATS AUDREY ALIVE

I wanted to see the deaths scenes in non-laggy format and I watched it and YEAH

THANKS MEATLY IM GONNA HAVE FUCKIN NIGHTMARES

Oh I can’t forget about Bettyyyy, what a sweet gal, I love her and I need more of her

And whatever the fuck that weird book was, the Mug and the Maiden?? Who wrote that they sound hilarious

The whole thing about the ink world and the real world being SEPERATE WORLDS was wild too, like—there was a CITY there, it was HUGE, and the implications of the ink people there being memories, like Joey—the real world versions not there at all but simply alternate copies living a hell (ofc the exception being Audrey and Wilson I’m assuming who’s real world selves were Actually There)

OH OH AND BABY BENDERSSS!! Didn’t do hardly anything and kind of just followed me around for a bit but he was cute! Immediately followed with oh my fucking god as I found out he got tortured by the Keepers

Also in this butcher shop (which had a clever little Meatly reference in the name that made me chuckle) there was just these words that said “the beef is people” and like wow, Audrey accidentally committing cannibalism real

NO CUZ ID BEEN EATING IT. THERES FOOD ALL AROUND (more than just bacon soup! It was all very creative and I liked it ^^) AND SOME OF ITS SLABS OF MEAT

PEPOPLE MEAT. IVE BEEN. FEEDING AUDREY. PEAOPLE MEAT

EUHGHEUHUGHGUH

But anyway, I saved the most important details for last—THE PARTS WITH SAMMY!!

There were hardly any. My day is ruined and my disappointment is immeasurable. BUT, I did enjoy the ones that were there! Sammy having a couple memos, him being held in a cell by the Keepers (FREE HIM) as he’s designated a Cyclebreaker, just playing his banjo looking all vacant, and during the final combat scene HE HAD VOICELINES! A few, before he was SHOT OFF A BALCONY BY ALLISON. ALLISON HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME. FIRST YOUR HUSBAND NOW YOU. WHY

He did a fucking Wilhelm scream as he died (for the 4th time in the series mind you) tho so that was hilarious, but STILL

GIVE ME MORE IN DEPTH SAM CONTENT JDS. DO I NEED TO BRIBE YOU. (for legal reasons this is a joke)

But yeah! Overall these are most of my thoughts regarding how I feel about the game, and though there’s things I would personally change (aaand considering I didn’t get nearly all of the achievements and there’s probably bounds of secrets I didn’t find, there’s prolly a shit ton I still don’t know), I still thoroughly enjoyed playing it! For me it was worth the wait ^^

[jjungkooksthighs]

"I've told you before that by the time I'm done with you, you won't be able to walk. "

W-wait.. I thought that was just an e-expression. You were being serious, alpha..?*whimpering*

"Have you considered that if I can render you incapable of walking with how hard and rough I can fuck you–my mate–there are other ways I deal with wolves that think it wise to cross me?"

*eyes tearing up as I sink into my chair*

I n- never thought of it that way..

Oh my fucking god.

I think I'm going to faint with how terrified I am right now. Omfg omfg I'm crying. Sobbing. Bawling my eyes out.

Ok...

Alpha, I've understood the number of humongous fucking mistakes I've made over the past few days. I just wanted to see how far I could push you, and I think in the future, I'd have to think twice, thrice, infinite times before doing regrettable yet enjoyable no sorry, sorry shit like this.. I've pushed your buttons far too much, and I've realised it far too late. I beg for your forgiveness. I'm so fucking terrified right now, am bawling my eyes out, and my hands and spine are trembling, so please, show me mercy. Be the bigger person here and please be merciful with your omega. I don't know what possessed my being to speak so disrespectfully, misbehave, to even try and challenge your words and you, my alpha. I don't know how I could have allowed myself to be possessed by anything other than you.

I'll do as you say regarding listening to the audios, please guide me. However, I beg of you to please.. show me mercy. I will do as you say. I now realise that I have no choice. I submit. I have no choice. I'll never forget how you are capable of beastly intimidation ever again.. I'll try not to forget that you own every single part of my soul, body, me. Please, I beg of you alpha... grant me your forgiveness.. Forgive your dear omega, your mate..

Cry for me more. Your tears fall so readily onto my tongue. Even now, you cannot help but to get wet for me.

Look at you now, my omega. How far you have cracked from that wooden facade that crumbled so easily under me. Trembling and stuttering just like you always do in my presence.

You had better think about your actions next time or risk severe punishment, little wolf, because I assure you that next time I will not entertain your rebellious act as I did this time. Next time, you'll be dragged to my chambers by the scruff of your neck by my own teeth. I'll bend you over my knee and discipline you with some slaps on that pretty ass of yours before you get thrown over the nearest surface and taken from behind while I hold your hands with one of mine behind your fucking back.

You say you are terrified now, but you were on the cusp of awakening another side of me. A side that is entirely primal. Unhinged and unrelenting.

You can beg all you wish–and you're so cute when you plead for me like that–but I've already made up my mind. You made your bed; now you have to lie in it.

I will make sure that this does not happen again. And the only way to do that is to teach you a lesson. One where you will be punished for your wrongs.

"Be the bigger person here," you say...well, I am big in many aspects of myself. Big arms, big thighs, big hands...big cock, too. All of which I will use to pound you, rail you, and take you until all you can do is pass out from it all.

And when you wake, there will be no more rest. I'll mount you as many times as I need to until I'm satisfied and secure in the knowledge that you've been thoroughly tamed and trained to obey me.

Because you'll know then what happens if you do not.

You wanted this. You wanted to play with fire. It's why you let yourself continue even after I told you to put the damn stick down.

This whole thing started with your disloyalty in succumbing to the voices of other males. You do not need any when you have me. Clearly I have not done well in assuring you of that, but you'll learn tonight. Tonight, you're going to be instructed over and over on who the only male is that can please you. That can touch you. That can screw you.

You tell me you'll try not to forget that I own you, but it is only a matter of time before you are shown, without a doubt, that it is but a fact that you belong to me and me alone.

No amount of pleading will aid you now. Your fate is sealed.

It is a fortunate thing that it is colder due to the winter that has come. It will be fun to rip your clothes to shreds and watch your skin pebble and your pretty, perky nipples harden without my body to keep you warm.

And you'll beg for me then just as you do now, but I won't come to you. You'll remain exactly where I tell you to, bound by silver that I made for you that I'll put on your wrists and ankles.

You'll whine for me. You'll whimper for me. You'll even cry for me.

I will not let you escape from this. You will repent with those words of yours and you will fucking mean it. And if you can convince me that you are sincere and earnest in those apologies, maybe then I will take off the anklets. The bracelets will stay on. The entire night.

You will not get to touch me. Not until you're drooling and limp underneath me, your throat aching from how loud you'll have screamed my name over and over again.

[bootlegfrank]

Your fondness for bullets is so :’)))))) that was really lovely to read. You articulated it well “The band was born out of a need to exist” that’s beautiful. You know, I actually tend to dislike first albums when compared to an artist’s entire discography and reading that changed my perspective heh RIGHT I forgot to tell you about the song. Is your favorite from bullets, skylines? Or do you have a different bullets fave? I don’t think I’ve actually heard a lot of bullets tbh I need to do an entire album listen through start to finish. As for skylines I listened finally it’s so good!!!!!! HAHAHA me crying during WTTBP while you moshed during it thats funny, I DEFINITELY HAD THE BEST ENERGY IN MY SECTION HEH I always do^.^ omfg about Joe Rogan that man betrayed me as a kid he hosted my favorite reality show at the time so I grew up loving him. And then as an adult I discovered what he became ooffff it was the fucking worst I hate when people turn out to be shitheads

I see you’re really trying to watch Hannibal EEEE that makes me so happyyyyyyyy YAYYYYY we’re watching it together!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY our show<3333333333 I can’t wait to talk to you about it. Sm of it I’ll be watching and be like "Frank is gonna be so into this" I wish we could actually watch it together it would be so nice to talk about it and cuddle and I could squeeze your hand at all the icky parts and hide my face in your chest. You would love my reactions this show has me SO reactive. The way this motherfucker kills people is fucking insane every time I think the show can’t shock me anymore somehow something crazy happens again once more. I have seen more organs the past few days than I have my entire life oh my fucking god ITS SO GRAPHIC. And…Will and Hannibal please…."You don’t want me to have anything in my life that’s not you" (Will) "I only want what’s best for you" (Hannibal) OK…..IT REALLY IS US IQIQIWIWISISISISISISISUDUSUSUSU “you’re as alone as I am and we’re both alone without each other” (Will) AKAKSKSJDUDUDUDU ok yeah their dynamic is awakening shit in me I’m gonna throw myself off a cliff having some,,,,thoughts lfmaosksjdjdjdh I’d be so eager to prove myself to you the way it’s fr us like….Hannibal being the one to awaken shit in Will,,,,Hannibal encouraging darker thoughts WKWKQKWKWKSJSJ Hannibal getting him to do stuff OMAAOSOSISISI Will being the one who understands and accepts Hannibal the homoeroticism im going fucking crazyyyy IM FEELING SO INSANE ABOUT THEM NEED WHAT THEY HAVE (except when Hannibal decides to be a fucker like he does sometimes then I have temporary beef with him) I LITERALLY SCREAMED AND BIT MY HAND APPARENTLY HARDER THAN I THOUGHT BC THERES TEETH MARKS NOW. AWE YOU THINK ITS CUTE IM SQUEAMISH? ^.^ STOPPPPP I feel dumb for being like that heh I’m glad you like it. YOUR DRUNK STORY OH MY GOD?????? You really are Hannibal because the way my jaw dropped and I could feel how wide my eyes were when I was reading that omg I’m glad your hand is okay now that sounds painful

AWE tell me about your sims lore I know the people who play it get really into it. I can imagine it’s some nice escapism hehe who do you make in the sims? What do you usually do in the game when you play? RATS OF THE SKY HAHA THEY ARE that’s perfect for you since you love rats so much!!! JACKDAWS ARE SO CUTEEEE YES OMG COCKATOOS AND PARROTS ARE SO SMART!!!!!! They’re so funny too heh. FUCK YEAH I WAS A WARRIOR CATS KIDDDD OMG AKAKSJDJDJ stop us as kids we would’ve gotten along well even back then my heart:’))))) I was a huge reader as a kid haha I spent more time in books than reality. So I had a lot of book series I was really into. Warriors was definitely a fave in elementary school. What was your warrior name hehe what clan were you in? Would you also play it on the playground AKAKSJDJDJDJFUF omg I used to roleplay it on fucking forumssssss

I love being soft and sweet with you you’re the only one who gets that part of me:) So many mornings I wake up all worked up and shit wishing you were here. Perfect conditions for you to touch me in I’d be so pliant and desperate for you<333 God you have me worked up I can’t help myself. I grinded up against my pillow while thinking about you baby. Bit my lip trying to keep my cute little desperate whimpers in but I couldn’t. Not that I tried that hard;) I love making noises for you. You deserve all my pretty noises. I like doing things to that beautiful brain of yours. The way you can’t resist me<33333 very mutual akakskdjjdjdjdjsjshshs you’d be able to see it just from the way I look at you. Would love to just stare at you with utter devotion. The way you’re always so down for my fantasies and shit you’re perfect I’m glad you like it too<33333 it would be so nice. Not having to think. Just feeling how you touch me and whisper in my ear. Paradise. I’ve thought about that before too. You looking down at me while I look up at you and meet your gaze with my big eyes. Trembling in anticipation under you

YES IT IS SO CUTE HOW WE THINK ABOUT EACH OTHER SO OFTEN EEEEEEE omg the hoodie thing is so cute aiaiausydjsjdjdud you in hoodies is the cutest thing ever hehe I’d try to see under your hood and tease you “getting as close to you as i can” dying god I’m so touched starved the fact that just imagining you close makes me fluttery

I think it's very fair to not usually like first albums, especially because most of the time those albums don't have the sound that the band will come to grow into, but I always appreciate them for the place they have in a band's lifetime :] I don't know if I have a favourite to be honest, I've really grown to love Vampires Will Never Hurt You after I learned it was about Gerard's alcoholism, really adds a layer onto it and cements itself firmly in the list of songs I need to cope with things I've been through. I also really love Cubicles, how it seems to take something as silly as a lost office romance and turns it into this heart wrenching thing. I think I have something to say about every song off the album tbh hahaha I love all of them.

Hehe today I managed to watch up until the eleventh episode of the first season! It would be so nice to watch it together, and I'll gladly hold you through all the icky parts <3 I'm enjoying the show a lot already, and oh man, I gasped out loud when I first saw the angels in episode five, I had to pause for a second and gather myself cuz I was just struck by how gorgeous they were. I find a lot of the presentations in Hannibal so pretty, killers meticulously arranging their victims, making a public statement with the bodies, it's a macabre sort of art, just how I like. I love watching Hannibal manipulate Will, love seeing Will catch on but rejecting the notion, love watching Will spiral deeper and deeper. Owh no the teeth marks in your hand! Are you okay darling? Not too badly hurt I hope? <3

I don't really play with the sims I make haha. I love designing households and then making houses for them :] I always try to make my houses looked as lived-in as I can, and I had a lot of fun making a ridiculously big house for my emo cowboy and his two horses and three cats hehe. I was a huge reader too! I loved Warrior Cats and Artemis Fowl and The Mysterious Benedict Society books, and Harry Potter of course (what loner kid didn't xD) in elementary school. I don't think I remember any specifics from my Warrior Cats days, it was a long time ago, but I roleplayed on Scratch and made AMVs and acted the books out on the playground. What did you play as on the playground? I think for us it was just a lot of us cats dying sfhsdjkf.

I touched myself last night thinking of you, thinking about you pliant and soft for me. Thought about what pretty noises you'd make, you trying to muffle them but me making sure I'd get to hear all of them, I want all of you baby. My hands get cold very quick and I'd slide my cold fingers under your shirt, under your shorts, against your flushed skin as I'd whisper in your ear how perfect you're being for me, my cutie <3 Oh man, you getting worked up thinking about what I'd do to you... You'd look so pretty grinding against that pillow, I'd love to watch you do it, my cutie putting on a show for me <3 I'd love to have you looking up at me, I think I'd get lost in your eyes. Feeling you tremble, so pretty for me <3 I don't think there's anything you like that I wouldn't like, and even if I didn't I think you'd change my mind easily <3

I'm so touch starved too sfkjdf thinking about being able to get so close to someone else... Oh man I want it so bad <3

[astrafauna]

The REAL origin story of Graham and the Worry Dolls

Want to hear the real origin story of Graham and the Worry Dolls?

It was 2019, and I was going to therapy for anxiety. I don’t mention this part of my life much but that’s where it all started, so here we go. (This is also a story of how my therapist was *really* smart )

I was in a session and my therapist, since she knew I liked animals, mentioned that there was a technique where you visualize your anxiety as an animal and then you can either get a figurine or plushie of this animal and “talk to it” when you’re feeling amped up.

So, if you felt like your anxiety was an elephant sitting on your chest - you’d get a little elephant doll, put it on a shelf and name it Peanuts. Then whenever you’re feeling bad, you’d look at Peanuts and say, “it’s okay, Peanuts, I don’t need you right now. You can stay on the shelf” or, “that’s enough, Peanuts, stop acting up”

She asked me if I knew what animal my anxiety was.

I did. Also, I was a bit of a dick - being that I’m a cynical New Englander who was really sleep deprived since my dog was battling cancer at the time and needed to wake up every 90 mins with side effects from chemo.

I’ve had *multiple* dreams where my anxiety is like a black cloud, totally amorphous and it swirls around me. The only solid part of it is gleaming white predatory teeth.

I told her about my dreams, a bit too cocky for my own good, thinking, “Try that on for size, you and our elephant named, Peanuts”

…and I got my ass humbled.

Without skipping a beat, she was like, “Well, you're a creature designer, right? Can you make it solid and tiny in your head?”

…and I was like, “OMFG…I COULD! And that might WORK?!”

I went home and sketched what that thing would look like. I still have the sketches.

Coincidentally, this session perfectly lined up with my desire to start making resin kits and figures of my creatures for my business.

I had this little chonky critter that was very much so on brand and personal to me - why not use that design to learn about 3d printing, molding, and casting?

So that’s just what I did, and the 1st Worries appeared in Feb 2020. I took them to a show and told people about them. (Not all of it - mostly what they stood for and how they worked. They are, simply, a more toothy version of Peanuts, and work the same way)

I was shocked at how well received they were. People held them and cried. People bought them for therapy sessions. People petted them like a real, little animal. Some people named them right away and some said they needed time.

I realized that making the dolls was actually doing legit good. I mean, no one ever held one of my prints with so much connection and emotion. No one ever bought a playmat and said they were going to use it to help their formerly abused adopted kid work through their troubles.

…and this is why I’m still making the Worry doll figures.

Now here’s where Astra Fauna comes in. I knew I wanted to tell the worry doll story, but I didn’t really want to tell the one I’m telling you now. I wanted to make it, well, scifi and fictional.

So I invented Umaii and Graham.

I wanted to show the connection people have with their anxieties, and how they deal with them.

I wanted to talk about how it can feel to do things despite them.

And lastly, I wanted to make something I wished I had - as a 9 year old kid, who couldn’t breathe all of sudden, because I had a math test that day. And for all the years after it, when it didn't go away.

Umaii and Graham are in Astra Fauna: Expeditions. The KS ends this Thursday (7/13). I hope you’ll give it a read.

PS. My nightmares stopped too. :)

[paradiselaketheblog]

aww wyeah

Cross out everything you’ve done:

Appearance

I have/had piercings besides the ears.

I want piercings besides the ears.

I have a scar.

I tan easily.

I wish my hair was a different color.

I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color.

I have/want a tattoo.

I can be self-conscious about my appearance.

I have/had braces

I have more than two piercings

Embarrassment

Disney movies still make me cry sometimes.

I’ve laughed so hard I’ve cried.

I’ve glued my hand to something.

I’ve laughed until some kind of beverage came out of my nose

I’ve had my pants rip in public.

I’ve touched something sharp/hot/etc to see if it would hurt.

Health

I’ve gotten stitches.

I’ve broken or dislocated a bone.

I’ve had my tonsils removed.

I’ve had my wisdom teeth removed.

I’ve had chicken pox

Travel

I’ve been to Florida.

I’ve driven/ridden over 200 kilometres in one day. kilometres omfg??

I’ve been on a plane.

I’ve been to California

I’ve been to Asia.

I’ve been to Niagara Falls.

I’ve been to Vanuatu or the Mystery Islands.

I’ve been to the Caribbean.

I’ve been to Europe.

Experiences

I’ve gotten lost in my city.

I’ve seen a shooting star.

I’ve wished on a shooting star.

I’ve seen a meteor shower.

I’ve gone out in public in my pajamas.

I’ve pushed all the buttons on an elevator.

I’ve slapped someone.

I’ve kissed someone underwater.

I’ve chugged something.

I’ve crashed a car.

I’ve been skiing.

I’ve been in a school musical.

I’ve auditioned for something.

I’ve been on stage.

I’ve caught a snowflake on my tongue.

I’ve sat on a rooftop at night.

I’ve pranked someone.

I’ve ridden in a taxi.

Honesty / Crime

I’ve been threatened to be arrested.

I’ve done something I promised someone I wouldn’t.

I’ve done something I promised myself I wouldn’t.

I’ve snuck out.

I’ve lied about my whereabouts.

I’ve cheated while playing a game.

I’ve been in a fist fight.

Death

I’m afraid of dying.

I hate funerals.

I’ve seen someone/something die.

Someone close to me has committed suicide.

I have attempted suicide.

I’ve thought about suicide before.

I’ve written a eulogy for myself.

Materialism

I own over 5 rap CD’s.

I’m obsessed with anime/manga.

I collected comic books.

I own a lot of makeup.

I own something from Pac Sun.

I own something from The Gap.

I own something I got on E-Bay.

I own something from Abercrombie.

I thrive on compliments.

I thrive on hate.

Random

I can sing low key.

I’ve stolen a tray from a fast food restaurant.

I open up to others easily.

I watch the news occasionally or always.

I don’t like to kill bugs.

I sing in the shower.

I’m a morning person.

I’m a sports fanatic.

I twirl my hair.

I care about grammar.

I love to spam friends. 

I’ve copied more than 30 CD’s in a day.

I bake well.

I would wear pajamas to school.

I like Martha Stewart.

I laugh at my own jokes.

I eat fast food weekly.

I’ve not turned something in and still got an A in a certain class.

I can’t sleep if there’s a spider in the room.

I’m really ticklish.

I like white chocolate.

I bite/used to bite my nails.

I’m good at remembering names.

I’m good at remembering dates.  

I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.

People

…used to ask if I was anorexic/bulimic.

…called me fat.

…have said I’m skinny.

…have said I’m ugly.

…have said I’m pretty.

…have spread rumors about me.

…force me to eat.

…say I eat too much.

…say I eat too little.

Eating

I’ve lost weight quickly.

I’ve gained weight quickly.

I’m at my thinnest.

I’m at my biggest

I’ve lost weight and kept it off.

I’ve lost weight, but gained it back.

My weight affects my mood.

I diet.

I’m vegan/vegetarian.

I exercise.

I’ve fainted from exhaustion.

Family

I’ve sworn at my parents.

I’ve planned to run away from home before.

I’ve run away from home.

I have a sibling less than one year old.

I want kids in the future.

I’ve had kids.

I’ve lost a child.

Relationships

I’m engaged.

I’m married.

I’m single.

I’ve gone on a blind date.

I have/had a friend with benefits.

I miss someone right now.

I have a fear of abandonment.

I’ve gotten divorced.

I’ve had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back probably.

Someone has/had feelings for me when I didn’t have them back.

I’ve told someone I loved them when I didn’t.

I’ve told someone I didn’t love them when I did.

I’m a cuddler.

I’ve been kissed in the rain.

I’ve hugged a stranger.

I’ve kissed a stranger.

Bad times

I regularly drink.

I can’t swallow pills.

I can swallow numerous pills at a time without difficulty.

I’ve been diagnosed with depression at some point.

I have/had anxiety problems.

I shut others out when I’m upset.

I don’t have anyone to talk to when I’m upset about something personal.

I have taken/take anti-depressants.

I’ve slept an entire day before.

I’ve plotted revenge.