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grave-yards-world · 3 years

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Tim: What are you doing?

BEN: Helping Y/N look for their chicken nuggets that I ate an hour ago.

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grave-yards-world · 3 years

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In honor of me coming out to my family as gender fluid, here is my newest Creepy pasta Oc

Name: Bellamy Coleson

Age: 18 years

Height: 5'0"

Gender Identity: Gender fluid

Sexuality: Pansexual, Polyamory

[I will still write about Lydia, BUT I feel like I'd me more comfortable writing about Bellamy

Edit: these were made on picrew]

#oc creepypasta #my characters #genderfluid #pansexual #polyamory #creepypasta oc #original character

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grave-yards-world · 3 years

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Y/N: I like the strong silent type.

Toby: [Quietly lifts up table behind them]

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grave-yards-world · 3 years

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Tim, crying: FOR THE LOVE OF ZALGO, PLEASE JUST CALL IT TOOTHPASTE!

Toby: Tim, don’t disrespect my mouth sauce like that.

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grave-yards-world · 3 years

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Jeff: she was a boy

Jeff: he was a girl

Jeff: gender is fake

Jeff: fuck the government

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grave-yards-world · 3 years

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Slenderman: I once quoted a Vine in front of Ben

Slenderman: no one will ever believe him and now he lives in fear of my supposed knowledge of the internet

Slenderman: it’s delightful

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grave-yards-world · 3 years

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Liu: Jeff, where’s Toby?

Jeff: he annoyed me so I killed him and buried him in the yard

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grave-yards-world · 3 years

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Jeff, Ben and Tim with an s/o who’s found they’re being stalked?

Jeff:

Jeff doesn't really play the long game when it comes to something like this, and he doesn't want to risk just going to the police as they might not even do shit about it. So, he does it his way. Of course, he can't just go around killing whoever he wants thanks to his pact with Slender, so, Jeff has you make it possible- he has you go to Slender and put in a request to have your stalker killed. Of course, when Slender learns of the situation, he even accepts the job for free instead of charging you, and he gives Jeff the go to take out your stalker in any way he pleases. Of course, Jeff doesn't tell you how he killed the bastard, or what he did to them beforehand, but at the end of the day, Jeff isn't going to let ANYONE fuck with his partner, no matter how much blood gets spilled at the end of the day.

BEN:

In this case, your stalker is about to become stalked. BEN does a lot of stalking and hacking for his job under Slender, and he finds out the details of the one stalking you pretty damn easily. Normally he might just turn the asshole in, but considering it was YOU getting stalked, well- BEN wants to have a bit of fun first. He'll spend a week making your stalker's life a living hell, making everything that can go wrong go wrong, and then at the end of the week of hell, he'll end up having your stalker get arrested, not only on charges of stalking but on a few heavier crimes that BEN may or may not have snuck evidence for into the situation. If anyone is ever bothering you, you can immediately go to BEN- he can look out for you and keep you safe.

Tim:

Tim, used to stalking himself for the job, is quick to intercept your stalker himself. He'll stalk your stalker to the point of getting them terrified, and then some, doing whatever he can to scare them or make them feel insecure and paranoid, and once they're scared enough, Tim will pay them a little visit, telling them to leave you alone, and, well, if they refuse? Well, he just ramps everything up from there. Dead animals left in their home, pictures of them in compromising positions, anything to make them even more paranoid and terrified, always watching them, proving that they're never safe so long as they continue to interfere with you. Tim gets the job done and he gets the job done well, getting your stalker so terrified of the consequences of stalking you that they can't even bear the thought of looking in your direction.

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grave-yards-world · 3 years

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Yandere lj with a S/o that trys to ignore him but at the the end of the day they cuddle him❤️💓

Trying to ignore a yandere Jack is like trying to ignore your house being on fire when you're inside of it. It doesn't really work all that well. I mean sure, you can probably go without speaking for a little bit, but redirect your eyes away from him and refuse to look at him? He's got a hold of your chin and is directing you right back to him.

Ignore him too much and he just might end up convincing yourself that you're a little doll, a precious toy for him to keep and treasure and do with as he pleases. "He can manipulate you and change you and move you however he wants!" That is how he'll start thinking, so I'd suggest that you give up on the ignoring game because that's not going to end as well as you might think that it will, especially in the long term. He almost never shuts up anyway, so it's best that you start responding and remind him that you're a person with thoughts and feelings, rather than just a doll for him to play with and use as he sees fit.

When you eventually cuddle up with him at the end of the day, well, you're really sealing your fate in now. Any affection means that you must like him, if not love him, and that you're okay with this, right? You've accepted him, right?! You're happy to be here, right?! Once you show him any kind of affection he's latching onto you tight, and buddy boi, he will not be letting you go. He'll wrap his arms around you, squeezing you tight and snuggling into you until you can barely breathe, pressing kisses all over you and talking on and on about how he's so happy that you've finally caved to him. I'd accept the love if I were you. It's- well, it's much better than facing whatever punishment he might give you.

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grave-yards-world · 3 years

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Toby, on the phone with Tim: Hey, Tim? My hands are stuck in two pringles cans… both hands, yeah.

Toby: Look, it’s not important how I managed to call you, just come help me please.

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grave-yards-world · 3 years

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Yandere hoodie nsfw head anons please?

Yandere Hoodie NSFW Headcanons

You're lying if you tell me you don't think this man enjoys psychological manipulation.

yes, this applies to sex.

I'm not saying he's going to do anything you don't like, but you'll get punished if you act a certain way.

More like, act a certain way, get fucked a certain way.

Also I don't think I've ever talked about Brian/Hoodie's dick let me briefly hop on that line.

Just the right girth, makes you feel stuffed without over stimulating you.

VEINY

I feel like he has a prince albert piercing he got when he was drunk in college.

Long dick.

Like genuinely, he has a long dick. Just bottoming out it hits your cervix and pushes it a bit (if you're an AFAB).

SO

You act a certain way you're going to get fucked a certain way. If you're good? He will prioritize your pleasure while also simultaneously using you.

Hoodie likes throat fucking/deep throating. He will tell you to get on your knees, open your mouth and just fuck you silly.

Hoodie doesn't like you talking to other people, specifically men, so if his jealously goes especially far...

You're going to get marked.

He's going to bite you, bruise you, his fingernails will leave divets in your thighs.

He's going to spit on you if you even mention another man around him. Like, open your mouth, he's going to spit in you.

I swear, you make him jealous he's going to be a broody, rough mess.

He's lowkey a fan of cumming on your face if you act up.

Mostly creampies.

I feel like he's trying to baby lock you to some degree. Wants you to have his kids.

How he speaks to you during the act depends on whether you've been obedient to him or not.

If yes, he's not near as harsh as he normally would. A lot more praising, but it's still fucking sleazy.

"you have such a pretty cunt/dick baby."

"Look at how well you take my cock - do you feel full?"

"Good job, sweetheart. You look so pretty with my cum leaking out of your cunt/ass."

"Open your mouth, baby. I'll even say please."

But like, if you weren't good, stoked his jealousy?

"You fucking whore."

"You're a goddamn disgrace and you know it. Stop acting like you don't love my cock."

"Choking on my cock is the only thing you're good for."

"Your cunt doesn't deserve my cock."

"Say ah - I won't ask twice."

"Gonna fuck you like the worthless whore you are."

Y'know, stuff like that. How he speaks and treats you is entirely dependent on how you act.

Yandere Hoodie honestly isn't too far off from normal Hoodie, only normal Hoodie isn't trying to baby lock you - and if he is, you'll definitely know about it and be into it for him to even do it.

He's such a rough guy. Will make you see stars and feel fire as he fucks you into the mattress for even daring to look at him wrong.

Will drip wax onto you as well, just wants to see your reaction.

He's honestly more into bondage than normal Hoodie. Likes you being tied up beneath him.

He's even MORE in control than normal Hoodie.

Likes cockwarming if you act up. Will have you sit on his dick, mewling for him to move after hours of him edging you.

Honestly I feel like Hoodie and Brian both like cockwarming - for entirely different reasons. Yandere Hoodie is a control thin and reminding you of your place, and Brian likes cockwarming because it's intimate, kinda sensual, and a control thing.

He's going to make everyone know you are his, whether you like it or not.

You're his. No one else's.

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grave-yards-world · 3 years

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hey! may i request a cockwarming scenario or headcanon with hoodie if it’s not too much? thank you ❤️❤️

Make Yourself Useful

[Hoodie X F!Reader]

[Warnings: NSFW, handjob, cockwarming, language, if you are a minor, DNI]

[AN: my actual favorite thing with my bias wow two birds, one stone.]

Hoodie likes to clean his guns more often than not, lost in his own world. His hands are always preoccupied with something or someone, and this time would be no exception.

He'd called for you a few moments ago, his southern accented voice dripping sweet like honey. "Sweetheart? I'm gonna need you to come here a moment."

You perk up from where you sat on the sofa watching the early night news and head downstairs where Hoodie's workstation and bench is. You're just wearing one of his hoodies - it practically drowns you in his size alone.

Hoodie glances over and scans you over, his hazel eyes watching you with amusement. "Come sit on my lap, baby," he hums, momentarily dropping the barrel he'd been cleaning, boots pushing back on the bottom of the floor to slide his chair out.

Your eyes glance down - he's already got his belt undone. You step over, quietly and softly. "Can I..?" You ask, watching as Hoodie grins slightly and nods. You slip off his belt and let it drop to the floor before reaching your hand in and puling out his cock, amused at how it was already half ready to go.

Slowly, your fingers wrap around the veiny length and begin pumping it, reveling in the feeling of it growing harder and warmer underneath your touch. You keep sliding your soft hand against him, almost annoyed at how Hoodie doesn't make any motion of whether he's happy or even pleased with you, but his grin doesn't leave his lips.

When he's sure he's hard enough, he pops your hand off him. "Sit on it, and then make yourself useful," he murmurs, watching as you avert your eyes in slight embarrassment. Hoodie's hands trace your waist as you come in front of him, hands resting on the table as you gingerly slip up onto his lap.

Hoodie's legs part slightly as your cunt drips over his cock. "What are you waiting for?" He asks in a slightly teasing tone before his hands rest on your waist, fingers digging into your abdomen.

You gasp when you feel his tip prodding your entrance, ensuring he's lined up with you before roughly shoving you down onto his cock, filling you completely and to your brim. His tip pokes your womb. His girth stretches you wide, almost impossible so as you let out small mewls of pleasure in response while your cunt flutters around his cock.

Hoodie presses soft kisses to your shoulder before resting his chin on it, eyes lazily glancing down to his deconstructed gun. "Alright, hand me the brush. Still gotta finish cleaning the barrel," he says as you slowly come to your senses.

It's hard to concentrate, but you do as he asks. Your stop breathing as Hoodie once again shifts his hips against you, silently telling you to hurry up.

You hand him the brush and watch as his large hands take the gun back into his own and cleans the barrel out. To get back at him, you wiggle your hips against him, ever so slightly.

Hoodie sighs dreamily and presses another kiss to your shoulder as he goes back to cleaning his gun - eventually working to reconstructing it and working on another.

Your arousal was growing hungrier and hungrier the longer Hoodie stayed buried inside of you. You could feel his cock twitch, almost as if he wanted to fuck you senseless then fill you up to your brim.

But of course, Hoodie has the patience of a saint. He's not breaking until you are at your limit and then some, falling into the abyss and waiting for him in his entirety because he's the only one who can make you feel this way.

You continue helping him and only get interrupted by Hoodie's lips on your neck or your shoulder, his hips shifting to tell you you're doing a good job or to get back to work.

Just feeling him inside of you and not fucking you silly is making you wild. You're soaking his lap and your walls flutter every now and then, begging him to make you see stars.

Every now and then, Hoodie gently whispers to you, telling you what to do and offering you soft praise. It's so much gentler than how he normally acts with you. His hands slip up under his hoodie and trace against the soft flesh of your abdomen and chest, thumbs rubbing your nipples and squeezing your breasts. His hands linger there for a moment or so before he goes back to his work, and you quietly pout in response.

It's been going on an hour of you desiring Hoodie when he finally finishes with his guns, he hums in approval. Hoodie's slightly chapped lips once again press kisses against your shoulder and your neck.

"Have I made you wait long enough?" He asks, his hand once again slipping under his hoodie that you're so beautifully wearing.

"Hoodie, please," you murmur, getting lost in the feeling of his lips leaving marks on your neck.

He smirks against your skin, a chuckle crawling up from the back of his throat. "Aren't you demanding tonight, sweetheart?"

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grave-yards-world · 3 years

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Can you do a yandere ticci toby hc or yandere ticci toby x reader where toby has ben stalking s/o for a few years and every time she tries to make a male friend or have a bf they wind up missing. Along with bullies that pick on s/o at school or just in public?

Eavesdropping and the Like

[Yandere! Toby X F!Reader]

[Warnings: mentions of murder, stalking, yandere behavior]

[AN: Hi love bug, sorry this took so long. Here's something along the lines of what you requested. I hope you enjoy <3]

A part of you thinks that you’re cursed, or rather, some part of you just repels everyone else like the wrong part of a magnet.

You weren’t always like this, you swear! When you were in high school, you were sociable and had friends from every circle. You were naturally friendly and sunshiny, and that still holds true to this day.

But college? College has been wildly different. You don’t know if you pissed off someone’s deity or not, but you can’t seem to hold onto ANY relationship for very long before the relationship falls apart. Mostly, other women are safe. If they flirt with you though? They’re gone the next month.

It’s been like this since your freshman year. At first, you shrugged it off to new students being unaware of a new, unfamiliar situation in which people were home sick. Y’know? You were honestly far from home as well, and if you were any more soft hearted without a strong determination to keep doing, you might’ve thrown in as well. But, this happened time and time again.

Getting left on read, not being met for plans, and sadly, you’d grown used to it.

“That’s just how it’s been throughout my college journey,” you attempt to explain to a nice guy you’d met through one of the college’s many events, this one being breakfast at midnight. “Makes me a little sad.” Only a junior and still feeling just as lost when you first came to school. Friendless, alone, and can never get anyone to stay. You stab at your food with your fork, brows creased as you unload some of your anger onto the pancakes in front of you.

The man across from you frowns for a moment before placing his muffin back down on the table. He smiles at you warmly, hand reaching for yours across the table. “That sucks,” he begins, squeezing your hand gently. “Maybe I can turn that frown upside down?” He asks in a slightly joking tone.

Your eyes meet his and you can tell things are going to be different. You feel it. His dark eyes look at you with such purity despite having only met you an hour or so ago. Your heartbeat picks up, and a smile spreads onto your lips. “I think you already have.”

His name is Warren. He’s so sweet and considerate and he looks at you like you command the tides. His voice is soft, and so too are his touches. He’s been with you for a year, which seems short in hindsight but it’s longer than anyone else has stuck around. He’s been nothing but good to you, nothing but loving and sweet and patient and - the thought alone is enough for you to fall deeper and deeper.

The two of you are planning on moving in together once you graduate.

Toby doesn’t know how fast he should act and if he should even act to begin with. The only reason he says this is because he’s been carefully watching you for a few years, observing everything about you. He’s seen your friends, knows their backgrounds, and knows you so intimately it should be a crime, and what he’s doing? In the eyes of everything legal, it is.

Toby is patient, Toby is kind, and Toby is oh so calculating and protective when it comes to you. Usually, Toby kept to the shadows when observing you. He doesn’t need to get directly involved, there was no reason for him to do so. But when one of your friends got a little too close, or some jackass asked for your number? Toby felt his emotions bubble over.

It’s easy to take out people who are nothing more than mindless sheep with little to no survival skills. He’s taken out countless people who are interested in you in more ways than one, both the ones you met and the ones who had just begun to think of you. It’s easy. Real easy. Earlier in your college years, the people he went after were the ones who spoke ill of you as well. If they so much as thought of you wrongly, Toby would be paying a visit. If they disrespect you, they disrespect him - and no one can disrespect Toby.

If Toby wasn’t killing for his own personal gain, the Operator would be more than pleased with him. However, this is all because he wants to, not his group, not his boss, but because he wants you all to himself. He’s selfish.

Watching you in the evenings has become part of Toby’s routine, and it’s put him in a sour mood for the past year. Warren is always around you, orbiting you like you’re the sun. It makes him sick.

Why hasn’t he taken him out yet?

He hasn’t had a chance to. Not one singular opening the entire year that wouldn’t absolutely destroy your psyche in the process. He’s let this go on too far, the weeds are overtaking the garden.

“I’m thinking of the place downtown,” you say as you take a seat at the table, watching as Warren raises a brow.

“Oh really? Thought it was above our budget,” he replies, plating the delicious food. He ensures the portions are good and then takes the steaming plates into his hands, bringing them carefully to the table.

You silently thank him as he places a plate in front of you, a sly grin on your face.

Warren cocks his head to the side before a wide smile blooms on his face. “No, you didn’t,” he states, the realization igniting in his head.

You can barely hide your grin. You begin to nod, a large smile painting on your lips. “I got the promotion!”

“I am so proud of you!” He exclaims, opening his arms as you leap up from your seat and laugh while launching into his arms.

“I am too!” You giggle as he peppers your face in kisses.

“You should be!” He laughs out as he hugs you tighter, spinning you in your small dining room. “You worked so hard for it,” he murmurs into your hair before placing you down, hands still resting on your hips. “You surprise me more and more every day,” he says in a honey-like tone, lips pressing to your forehead.

You tilt your head up and press a kiss to Warren’s lips. “Thank you so, so much,” you say as he begins to sway the two of you.

Toby’s eyes narrow. So, the two of you are moving in together? Interesting. Graduation was a week or so away. He sighs under his breath as he watches you and Warren sit down to dinner, you talking about your promotion and Warren talking about his job at the restaurant. It’s boring, when you’re not speaking.

Warren’s conversation about food and the like bores Toby more than he cares to admit because he doesn’t care unless it’s from you - but then he says something. Toby’s ears perk up and he’s thankful that Warren is speaking for the first time since he first came into your life.

“After we get the place as ours, I can move some minor things over to help you as you kick up with work,” he offers.

You hum with a nod. “That’d be great.”

Toby narrows his eyes at Warren but remains silent. Warren’s finally going to be alone? He supposes he’ll have a lovely house warming present for you soon. He just has to dress it up first.

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grave-yards-world · 3 years

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hc for enemies to lovers with masky pls 🙏🏻🙏🏻 - twilight anon

Enemies to Lovers with Masky

When you first met Masky, he set you off with just a glance.

You were the runt of his group, and he wasn't going to be playing nice with you.

"I don't know how things worked between you and your previous group, seeing as I'm getting their leftovers, but here? Here you better get used to it." His gaze bores into you and you feel burned under its touch.

You narrow your eyes. "Whatever you say."

Masky doesn't like that tone.

And from then on the two of you become rivals!

Every day throughout your hazing process you are challenging this man and driving him up a wall.

You're perfectly obedient and helpful with Hoodie, Toby and Kate so they literally do not get it with you and Masky.

"What? They're doing a fine job," Kate shrugs as she pours some more strawberry lemonade for herself and Hoodie.

"Agree there," Hoodie nods. "Might be able to latch them off runt status faster than we did Kate," he finishes before taking a large swig of his drink.

Masky scoffs loudly. "Really? They've literally been nothing but trouble."

"Haven't seen it," Hoodie replies. "Maybe you're just not up to it?"

Kate giggles and nods her head slightly. "Yeah, you weren't exactly the gentlest with me when I first came here."

Masky really cannot believe what he is hearing how dare they doubt him? Becomes broody.

Toby is the exact same way. "T-They're pretty g-g-great, Masky. N-No idea what you're on about," he states with a small smile.

Masky is just 'wh-'

You literally give him a hard time about everything.

In turn? He gives you a hard time about stuff.

Suddenly you have to clean up more messes than usual.

You're the one being sent on pointless fetch quests.

It's a nightmare.

You confront Masky about it so many times.

He doesn't care.

This goes on for months in accordance with your hazing process, but then, things start to shift.

As you grow more into your own as a proxy and part of his group, Masky begins to lighten up on you bit by bit. He's still verbally condescending, biting and doesn't favor you, but at the same time, he's growing more and more protective over you.

"I told you to leave them alone, that's my runt, and my business."

Stuff like that.

And the longer and longer you stay with this group, the more Masky softens. Him warming up melts you as well.

Insults get softer and softer until they become something else.

Playful teasing and taunting, little glances, little smiles, all of that.

You find yourself being more and more moldable to Masky's words.

And in turn, he becomes more willing to listen to you in general.

The two of you are falling in love before you even realize it, and it's scary. Oh so scary.

The rest of your team notices it and it honestly becomes a bit of a joke between them as they watch the two of you interact.

"I thought t-t-they hated him?" Toby chuckles.

"We did too," Kate hums. "Clearly not anymore."

"When did that happen?" Hoodie asks, a brow raised and a knowing smirk to follow.

"Think Masky was always just a softie to begin with," Kate replies.

The other two men laugh.

You and Masky are still verbally teasing, but it's different. It's always ended in laughter and giggles.

You love each other but neither of you will say it.

And then the Operator says you're getting transferred back to your original group - they've missed you so much and you're finally ready for them again.

"What? I don't want to go-"

The Operator doesn't care, you're leaving in the morning.

Masky is distraught. Tries speaking to the Operator. He won't listen.

"You played your part well, and now they're where I need them."

and that's that.

you and Masky spend time together on the porch, watching the stars and listening to the cicadas and the crickets sing.

His hand takes yours into his, and he brings the back of it up to his lips before pressing a kiss.

You sigh, and rest your head on his shoulder.

"Masky, I-"

"Call me Tim," he murmurs, taking in your sweet scent.

"Tim, I love you."

His heart freezes.

"I love you too."

He hates to admit it

It makes letting go that much harder.

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Michael: Look, I know I made a small mistake but-

Polly: Whatever you're gonna say, save it for 10 seconds.

Michael: What happens in 10 seconds?

Arthur: Just wait another 5 seconds, we've all been there at some point.

Michael: What happens in 5 seconds???

Tommy: *storming into the room* MICHAEL FUCKING GRAY, WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING?!?!?!

Polly and Arthur: That.

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Y/N: Tell me what happened?

Jeff: Promise you won’t get mad at me?

Y/N: Yeah, okay, fine. What did you do?

Jeff: Okay. First of all, I was minding my own business-

Y/N: BULLSHIT!

Jeff: I WAS!

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Ben: so are any of you straight?

Tim: …

Brian: …

Liu: …

Toby: *slowly raises hand*

Jeff: *lowers Toby’s hand*

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