#like my main k*n was ALREADY a serial killer

[lalarawr]

the horrors ive been experiencing

[mizunetzu]

Heyo!! Can I request a Kuroo x male reader, where yn goes to give him a love letter one day, but he sees him with his new girlfriend??? And he’s like-sad and he tears up the note and he moves on??? But then one day kuroo asks to talk to him, and he confesses to reader, but since reader already moved on he doesn’t accept??? Angsty ending if you will 💔💔💔 thank you, Mr. Mizunetzu !!

Hi paola ily paola hee hee

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Kuroo x reader - you did once...

⚠️Warnings - Kuroo gets a gf, angst, not so much of a good ending?

Pronouns- male, he/him

You can find part two here!

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“(Y/n), can I talk to you real quick?”

(Y/n) looked up from adjusting his loose kneepad, and wiped a bead of sweat rolling off his face. He turned his head to his teammates still on their diving punishment, and looked back at Kuroo. They just lost to another school again, but he got his punishment done rather early. “Mm? Okay..?”

He rose to his feet, following Kuroo out the gym door. The walk to a secluded place far, far away from the main gym was silent and awkward, not to mention suspicious. If Kuroo wasn’t one of his good friends, he would’ve thought he was about to be kidnapped. Or murdered.

Eventually, they stopped where the fenced pathway met the grass. Kuroo stopped ominously, further proving (Y/n’s) ‘serial killer’ theory. He turned around, facing (Y/n), and leaned on the railing.

(Y/n) stiffly held his hands behind his back. “So...” he rocked on his heels, trying to seem as casual as possible. “...what did you...need...?”

He was met with no response. Kuroo, instead, gripped the railing tighter, his knuckles turning a pale white. His eyes were downcast and he was sweating like crazy. He looked like he’d seen a ghost.

(Y/n) stepped forward and crouched down, so he could see Kuroos face behind the mop that was his hair. He rested his palms on his knees, trying to decide what to say.

“...I...think your hair looks nice...today...”

If it’s one thing he hates, it’s awkward silence. Not to mention the suspense of waiting on someone to say someone possibly life changing. I mean, why else should he drag him out miles away from the gym during training camp?

“Uh-If we don’t hurry up, we’re gonna miss our next match-“

“I need to get something off my chest.”

(Y/n’s) throat closed up. It was simple. The secluded area, Kuroo flushed face, fiddling and chipping the rust off the railing. He didn’t know how he didn’t see it before. He’s been in this situation plenty of times, with girls he can’t even remember the face of. But oh how much he’d love to be in this situation a few months ago.

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‘Just do it. just do it. God, just do it. Worse comes to worse, he’s straight. It’s not like he’s the type of person to de-friend someone because they like them!’

(Y/n) gripped the white envelope behind his back harshly, crinkling it on the corners. It had a red, heart shaped sticker on the seal flap, with the words ‘To Tetsu’ written in dark pink across the back.

Both Karasuno and Nekoma were bidding their new friends goodbye, all scattered across the parking lot of Karasuno. (Y/n) paced around awkwardly, looking for Kuroo’s familiar mop of black, messy hair. He was nervous, to say the least. Very nervous.

“Ne, Kenma,” (Y/n) placed a sweaty palm on Kenmas handheld game, pushing it down lightly and forcing him to look up.

“Mm.”

“Have...have you seen Tetsurou? I need to give him something.”

Kenma hummed in acknowledgment, and nudged his head to the side. Sure enough, Kuroo was there, off in the distance and talking to someone he couldn’t make out. His back was facing towards them, and his hand was on his hip. (Y/n’s) heart pounded even more.

“Th..an..k...y-you...” (Y/n) gave a lopsided, very stressed out smile, and limped his way over to Kuroo. Kenmas eyes were drawn to the extremely obvious love-letter being wrinkled by (Y/n’s) sweaty hands. He pursed his lips.

He then looked up to the petite girl chatting with Kuroo. It wasn’t visible in (Y/n’s) line of sight, but it was to Kenma. He almost felt kind of bad.

(Y/n) stopped dead behind Kuroo, his eyes fixated on the ground as he ran through his memorized confession for the millionth time that day. He tapped on his shoulder, keeping the letter flush against his back with his other hand.

Kuroo turned around, and that was when his eyes landed on the brown-haired girl wearing an obviously oversized Nekoma jacket. From context of the scene, (Y/n) supposed it was Kuroo’s. He gripped the letter tighter.

The girl walked forward and extended her hand out. Her bubbly aura practically suffocated (Y/n). “Hi! You must be ‘(Y/n)’. Tetsu was just talking about you! You two are like—buddy buddies right?”

‘Tetsu.’ That was (Y/n’s) nickname for him. Only he got to call him ‘Tetsu’...and who gave her the right to call him by his first name?

(Y/n) glanced at Kuroo. Kuroo shoved his hands into his pocket and grinned. It wasn’t his usual shit-eater smirk, rather a genuine, lovesick dopey smile. A smile (Y/n’s) never seen before, not directed at him at least. It was a sight he wanted to burn into his mind, but at the same time, he wanted to slap that smile right off his face.

“(Y/n), this is Yumi-chan. She’s our new manager.”

Kuroo stepped behind Yumimite, and draped his arms around her dainty shoulders.

“She’s also my new girlfriend~”

“Oh-hush it, you!” Yumimite turned around and berated Kuroo with small punches, earning a playful chuckled from the Kuroo. (Y/n’s) grip on the wrinkled letter loosened.

“...ahaha! Congrats..! When...when did you two get together?” If (Y/n) was good at anything, he was good at pretending to be interested in something. Maybe he should’ve joined the drama club instead of the volleyball club.

“Mm. We got together just last week. She gave me a love letter.” Kuroo patted the girl on her head, ruffling her neat brown hair and making her blush red. It looked like it felt nice. He wondered how it would feel to have Kuroo’s undivided attention, to be pat on the head like a blushing schoolgirl. To be a small, pretty girl next to Kuroo, to have the ability to call him ‘his’. All his nervousness simmered away, replaced by a strange ache of numb.

“Well, that’s awesome dude! Honestly, I don’t know how you managed to snag a girlfriend before me...” (Y/n) slouched dramatically, quickly hooking the letter in the waistband of his volleyball shorts and tugging his shirt over it. “Especially such a cutie like her! I’m (L/n), by the way...”

Kuroo chuckled, slinging an arm around Yumimite. “Don’t go flirting with my girl now. You have plenty of girls practically throwing their panties at you.”

‘Yeah...but I’m gay, Tetsurou. For you no doubt! I-I love you-!’

(Y/n) almost wanted to yell that out. And he almost did. But he chose instead to keep silent and laugh in response.

(Y/n) bowed slightly. “Anyway, it was nice meeting you. I just wanted to say hi to Tets-uh, Kuroo...”

Kuroo tilted his head at the use of his last name, but brushed it off when Yumi hooked her arm in his. The couple bid their goodbyes, as they turned around and walked off. (Y/n) followed suite, turning around robotically and marching off.

Once he was a good enough distance away, he stopped behind a trash can and fished the letter out from his sweaty back.

He watched as the big pink words ‘To Tetsu’ bled and distort with every falling teardrop rolling down his cheeks. The water expanded and smudged the ink lighter and lighter until the words were practically indecipherable. You couldn’t tell it was a love letter anymore. Especially because (Y/n) ripped and trashed it up til it was a pile of pink and white paper shreds.

He tossed the stray flakes of soggy paper into the trash bin, watching as it fluttered and twirled tauntingly down the trash can. He quietly scrubbed at his red hot face, probably soaking his shirt with his salty tears. He rested his hands on the edges of the bin.

“Okay...” (Y/n) stretched up, spitting onto the concrete. “I...wonder...if my favorite ramen place is open...”

Strangely he didn’t feel devastated, or heartbroken at all. He just felt sort of numb. He didn’t feel the need to blast heartbreak music and cry out on his bed for hours on end. In fact, he was glad. Albeit a bit raw, and maybe a bit tired, but glad.

He got closure for the confusing feelings bubbling down his throat ever since he’d met Kuroo Tetsurou. He got his answer, and even if it wasn’t the preferred one, it was something.

The recovery process was easier than most people would think. It only took a couple long days to get him back to his prime condition. It was a given, since (Y/n) had so much other things to be worrying about. Midterms, volleyball practice, his friends. It’s a given that he would move on the things that was no longer on his priority list.

And Kuroo Tetsurou was no exception.

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It was kind of pathetic to see such a high strung man like Kuroo so shaky and nervous. Though, he felt the same way three months ago, spending the whole golden week perfecting a letter he never got to read. What a hypocrite he was.

(Y/n) cleared his throat. “So...what did you wanna say?”

“I-just,” Kuroo swallowed thickly. “Ah-I...give me a second...”

“Okay, take you time, Kuroo~” he stood back up to his full height, and leaned on the rail across from him. It was obvious they weren’t gonna get anywhere. “So...hows ‘Yumi-chan’ doing?”

“Ah. We broke up. She’s gay. She has a girlfriend now.”

“Aw, I’m sorry. Though, good for her for snagging a girlfriend. No offense.” Kuroo mumbled out a ‘none taken.’ (Y/n) continued.

“Was that what you wanted to talk about? Her breaking up with you?”

“No! Actually, I broke up with her first. And it was...it was kinda mutual.” Kuroo sharply inhaled. “But it does have something to do with what I need to tell you.”

How could he be more obvious. (Y/n) forced a smile. It felt mandatory now. “Really? That’s interesting. Do tell.”

‘Please...Please don’t say it.’

“I broke up with her...because I had these...feelings.”

‘Please don’t say it. I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want to see it. I don’t want to read it. I don’t want to know it.’

“And you know how she’s gay? Well, I think I am too.”

‘No shit Sherlock. I don’t wanna hear it. You’ve been fiddling around with your hands like a schoolgirl. Stop it, so we can just be friends like we used to be. Don’t make it awkward. Don’t make me hear it. Please.’

“And...well...”

‘Don’t make me look at your crestfallen face when I say no. It’s too much for even me to handle. I don’t want to see that.’

(Y/n) knitted his eyes shut. A fierce shudder threatened to rattle him and cover Kuroo’s mouth, but he kept still, as difficult as it was. He braced for impact.

“I think I’m in love with you.”

There it was.

(Y/n) pursed his lips and let his smile finally drop. Kuroo looked up from his trained gaze on the ground, only to be met with (Y/n’s) pitiful expression. (Y/n) never saw his face go from hopeful and love struck to devastated and heartbroken so fast.

(Y/n) cleared his throat. He was going to lay him down gently if it was the last thing he did. “...uh.”

He never said it’d be easy, though.

“If it makes you feel better...I did like you once, Tetsurou.” He only used his full first name during important situations, as he switched to using his last name instead of his first a long time ago. A lump grew in Kuroo’s throat.

Kuroo jabbed at his chest exasperatedly. “T-then what’s the problem?! We both-“

“The problem is I don’t love you. Not anymore.” Kuroo fell silent. He was so prepared to do anything it took to win over (Y/n), but after standing in front of him now, it was clear. Watching as he looked down at him with a pitying expression that made his brain go numb. He would get no where if he tried.

“...a-anymore? You liked me before? When!? Why didn’t I know?!” Kuroo grasped fistfuls of his black hair, a cold sweat condensing on his forehead. He was so animatedly desperate it was kind of sad.

“Not too long ago. Though, you kept me waiting since forever. And I thought I could wait forever.” A sorry chuckle emitted from (Y/n’s) lips. “I watched you go though girlfriend after girlfriend, Tetsurou. You even introduced me to Yumimite when I was going to confess to you. How do you think that felt? Even I got tired of waiting.”

“You...you were...” Kuroo had never felt so helpless. (Y/n) shrugged.

“I would give you the love letter I wrote for you that day, but it’s in a trash can somewhere. Ripped to shreds. And I don’t remember the words I wrote. I’m sorry, Tetsurou.” (Y/n) sighed and patted Kuroo on the head.

“You missed your chance...”

Kuroo’s eyes stung, threatening to unleash hell, but he promised himself he wouldn’t cry. No matter what. Instead, he rubbed the back of his neck and stood back up.

“I never stood a chance, did i?” Kuroo chuckled. It was a sad chuckle, one that made (Y/n) want to cry aswell.

“That’s the sad part.” (Y/n) pressed his lips into a fine line, turning it into a smile conotated with pity.

“You did once.”

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Go sit there and stare at the wall in silence as you feel bad for Kuroo getting rejected by you. Go on, stare. Maybe then I’ll consider a part 2 (and if people comment or reblog asking for a part 2, hee hee.)

[james-ward-bio]

Caractère

G A M I N. "He said poop ahah!"

James aime ses peluches, se faire entretenir et chouchouter. Bien sûr, c'est parce que ses parents ne lui ont pas donné une enfance heureuse. Alors James rattrape tout, il a du mal. Il va vous spammer de gifs de petit chats et disney pour avoir votre attention. Votre attention, il en a faim. Bordez le avec une peluche dans son kigurumi, chantez lui une berçeuse et il ne râlera pas une seule fois. Il se peut même qu'il sourie en grand. N'initiez pas une partie de chat ou de cache cache pour rire, lui , il dira oui en étant tout à fait sérieux. Batailles de chatouilles, châteaux forts avec des couettes et des coussins, dessins animés, make a happy James.

S E N S I B L E. "Ouch, that hurt."

Il se vexe facilement, avec son besoin d'attention constant. Qu'il ai fait une bêtise, ou blessé quelqu'un, que quelqu'un lui ai dit "je ne t'aime pas", et voilà qu'il sent son petit coeur se briser. James fait semblant d'être un gros dur, mais son coeur est fait de mousse. N'importe qui peut glisser sa main pour le serrer et jouer avec comme une yoga ball. Il a facilement des crush à cause de ça. Et il a la larme facile. On l'appelle Cry Baby ? Bien fait pour lui. C'est plutôt vrai. Relâcher la pression. Parfois il en a besoin quand ça lui fait trop mal au ventre. C'est le genre de gars qui va mal prendre un truc, pleurer, et parfois en vomir. Dans ces cas là, une petite incision derrière son genoux en haut du mollet avec un objet tranchant, et il soupire. La douleur s'en va. Il n'y va pas profond en général, mais ça lui arrive. Quand ça a cicatriser, il dit aux gens que c'est dû à un accident de vélo.

C O L E R I Q U E. "I don't even like you, anyways."

Vexé ? Insulté ? James peut rapidement s'énerver, et quand le flot d'insultes se libère, c'est l'hécatombe. C'est qu'il est inventif,  le jeune homme. Et surtout très cru. Il sait où taper pour faire mal, comme il est attentif à ce qu'on lui raconte. Ca ne lui plaît pas ? Il bloque, il ignore, il boude, il crie, il mord, il insulte. Il faut vraiment le pousser pour arriver aux extrêmes, car il garde tout pour lui, mais quand la tempête éclate, éloignez vous. C'est le genre de coléreux qui peut vous lancer une assiette en pleine figure.

C A P R I C I E U X. "Can I have a macaron?"

Il demande, on lui donne. On ne lui donne pas ? Voyez la catégorie précedente. Cela ne viens pas du fait que son père le gâtait, au contraire, mais plutôt les hommes plus vieux, depuis qu'il sort et fréquente le monde de la nuit, à ses 15 ans. Oh la belle petite bouille! Il fait ronron comme un chat, demande avec ses grands yeux bleus, on lui offre. Il est content, ah soyez en sûrs, et reconnaissant. Mais voilà, après il va faire des petits caprices. Donnez lui un doigt, il va vous prendre un bras. Il vous bouffera si vous dîtes oui à tout, et prendra de plus en plus ses aises, comme un gros chat.

L I B I D I N E U X. "You turned the slut switch on."

Boh, il a l'air plutôt innocent avec sa bouille d'enfant, non ? Vous vous êtes trompés. James est vraiment un obsédé. Il accumule les kink, un simple baiser dans le cou peut suffir à le chauffer. La moitié du temps, il pense au cul. Non si vraiment, ça ne se voit qu'en dernière minute. Vous le pensiez vanilla ? Que neni! Et puis il parle vraiment sale quand il a la trique, c'est comme deux personnes différentes lorsqu'il laisse sortir ses pulsions animales. Daddy Kink, Daddy Issues, soumis bdsm, dirty talk, spanking, blood kink. Si on ne le brusque pas au moins une fois, il assume que ce n'était pas un bon coup. Ouvrez la boîte de Pandore à vos risques et périls, car il reviendra chercher son fix si vous êtes à son goût. Attention, il envoie des nudes sans prévenir!

I N T E L L E C T U E L. "But tell me more about it!"

James adore apprendre,  mais seulement sur ce qui l'intéresse. Et il s'intéresse à la littérature, au cinéma, à la nature, à  la cuisine, aux sérial killers et aux autres cultures. Mais surtout, il s'intéresse à quelques personnes. Les personnes qu'il apprécie. Il voudra tout savoir, petit à petit. S'il vous écoute parler de quelque chose, c'est qu'il n'en sait rien sur le sujet, et vous aime bien. Il se nourris d'informations, sur les sujets qu'il aime, sur les gens qu'il porte dans son coeur, des fun facts, aussi. Ca l'amuse, il adore vraiment ça. Mais si vous lui parlez de quelque chose et refusez de continuer à en parler alors qu'il s'intéresse, il va se frustrer et se fâcher. Come on guys, ça ne se fait pas, dîtes!

P A S S I O N N E. "I love to cook and I love serial killers! And I love you, too."

Quand James aime quelque chose, il peut passer des heures à en parler ou à pratiquer la chose. C'est un passionné. Passionné de quoi ? De pleins de choses! Lancez le sur un sujet qu'il aime et il parle, encore et encore, et ça peut le faire passer pour quelqu'un qui ne parle que de lui, alors qu'en fait, il ne parle que de ce qu'il aime. Et il aime beaucoup, beaucoup. Alors, quand il s'entiche de quelqu'un, il risque d'en parler énormément à son ou sa confidente. Y penser, encore et encore, s'en rendre fou, tout graviter autour de cette personne. Parfois pour rien parce que ça lui passe quand il s'intéresse à autre chose. Mais il aime, il aime énormément, ce James.

C O Q U E T. "Brush my hair, do I look pretty?"

James aime les belles choses, et encore plus sur lui. Autant, pour aller en cours, il porte des vêtements simples, parfois même ample, autant seul chez lui, il va enfiler ses jolis collants, ses  sous vêtements en dentelle, ses bijoux, fumer des cigarettes colorées juste parce que c'est beau. Il collectionne les belles choses, aime se maquiller juste pour décorer son joli visage, se vernir les ongles. James se fait souvent des masques, et il est très exigeant sur ses produits: ça sent la rose, ou la framboise, ou rien. Il embaume donc de cette odeur chacuns de ses passages, il se trouve beau, et veux que les autres le voient aussi ainsi.

S O C I A L Y   A W K W A R D. "I don't know how to engage the conversation."

Bah, James n'a pas eu beaucoup d'amis pendant son adolescence. Il laissait une distance pour se protéger lui même, ne faisant confiance à personne. Alors, il ne sait pas trop comment se faire des amis. C'est le genre de gars à gêner en demandant cash "tu veux être mon ami?". Imaginez le donc essayer de draguer autrement qu'avec des nudes. Tragique! Il fait des boulettes, s'excuse, pose des questions bêtes, ne sait plus quoi répondre. Une catastrophe! Mais parfois, il n'a besoin d'aucuns efforts pour que le courant passe. Et là, dans ces moments là, il est heureux. Il n'angoisse pas.

O R G U E U I L L E U X  :

“Remember when you said I was a slut one month ago? Yeah. Fuck you bitch.”

James peut accorder sa confiance aux gens facilement, seulement, lorsqu'il juge que cette personne est étrange, qu'elle cache quelque chose, ou qu'on la lui fait à l'envers, il devient un vrai petit con. Froid, vous ne remarquerez pas tout de suite qu'il ne vous porte plus dans votre coeur. Il continue de voir ces personnes, étant très sociables, mais aura tendance à ne jamais leurs confier quoi que ce soit, et même parfois se servir d'eux pour parvenir à ses fins. Vous l'avez balancé à quelqu'un, trahis sa confiance, raconté ses confidences ? Vous serez donc maintenant son messager sans le savoir. Il se venge rarement, il voit surtout le côté pratique de la chose et s'en sert à son avantage. Attention cependant à sa vengeance. Rare, elle est puissante, parfois longue, et il arrive toujours à ses fins. Demandez à son père. Il vous le diras..oh.. wait, il est mort en prison!

J U S T I C I E R :

“How can you eat your fucking turkey when the natives aren’t pleased with your thank you? Fucking moron.”

C'est comme ça. James a bon coeur. Et il aime que les gens soient corrects, respectent les autres. Déjà en primaire, il s'était disputé avec son professeur lorsqu'il avait appris les origines de Thanksgiving. Depuis, il refuse catégoriquement de le fêter. Depuis qu'il est out, et qu'il n'as plus à craindre son père, le jeune homme défend aussi avec tout son coeur la cause LGBTQ+ , voulant se rattraper de ses bêtises et surtout, que personne ne vive des expériences similaires à la sienne. Il est contre toutes formes d'injustices, de discrimination, et se fera entendre sans vous laisser parler. Ouvert au débat ? Oui. Mais pas sur ça. Tu as tord, c'est tout, et James te le fais comprendre avec son petit air supérieur et ses grands mots. Parfois, il va trop loin. Et il s'en fiche.

C A L C U L A T E U R  :

“Yeah no, go on, I’m listening. Even if I already know what you have to confess.”

James aime énormément tout analyser. Les livres, les films, les enquêtes criminelles, les autres... Croyez le : si James vous fixe longuement et que vous avez l'impression qu'il vois dans votre cerveau et sait tout, les chances sont que oui. Qu'il a deviné quelque chose, et fait le calcul de tout ce qu'il s'est passé pour savoir si il a mis le doigt sur le bon truc ou non. Il n'as pas forcément besoin de ragots, il sait lire entre les lignes. S'il ne dit rien, même s'il vous juge, c'est simplement parce qu'il est blasé de votre attitude, ou bien qu'il attend d'avoir une preuve ou que vous craquiez pour qu'il vous regarde avec un grand sourire froid, vous disant que vous n'êtes qu'une sous merde. Gentil , James ? Avec qui il veut, en vérité. Il est difficile, de plus, pauvre de vous, de savoir s'il fait vraiment attention. Il s'amuse souvent, fait l'idiot, il a l'air de tout prendre à la légère, mais que nenni. Vous avez fait un lapsus révélateur et il a juste ri? Cachez vous, faites attention, parce qu'il l'a noté, et peut le ressortir pour mettre en relation tous vos dires s'il vous soupçonne de quoi que ce soit. James voit tout, et il vous juge. Si vous avez quelque chose à vous reprocher, sachez qu'il vous le reproche depuis longtemps en silence.

[chelsorz07]

i am almost 28 years old and still pretty much exclusively read YA novels: an autobiography

To be fair, I don’t have the time or energy to read as much as I’d like to. So some of these answers are probably lame.

A. Author You’ve Read The Most Books From Sarah Dessen. B. Best Sequel Ever Second Helpings (after Sloppy Firsts). C. Currently Reading A NF book about serial killers. Can’t remember the title. D. Drink of Choice While Reading Rockstar because it’s my drink of choice while doing anything. E. E-Reader or Physical Books Physical omg. I have never and will never read an e-book. F. Fictional Character You Would Have Dated In High School Alright first of all it’s been ten years since I was in high school so please don’t judge me but secondly Dave Petrakis from Speak. G. Glad You Gave This Book A Chance *sigh* Twilight. And here’s why. I’ve had insomnia since I was 14 so literally half my life and one day about eight years ago (which was, in my defense, after most of the Twilight hype had already died down so I can’t be considered like an actual fan) I was like...you know what? I bet if I read a boring AF book it’ll actually help me sleep. But guess what acutally happened? Yeah. Couldn’t put the damn thing down. And then proceeded to finish the series in a weekend.  H. Hidden Gem Book Idk how hidden this is but there’s a series of books called Sweep, and it’s about witches, and I read it in maybe 2007/2008. Pretty good shit. I. Important Moments of Your Reading Life The first time I met (so to speak) Alaska Young. J. Just Finished I haven’t finished a book in a few months but it was a different NF one about serial killers and mass murderers. The true crime section at B&N is my home right now. K. Kinds of Books You Won’t Read Romance novels. L. Longest Book You’ve Read Helter Skelter. M. Major Book Hangover Because Of I’m still mad at Veronica Roth for killing Tris. N. Number of Bookcases You Own Three. O. One Book That You Have Read Multiple Times There are several but the book I’ve read the most is probably Multiple Choice by Janet Tashjian. It’s like 4th grade level, and I’m pretty sure that’s how old I was the first time I read it, but almost 20 years later I can still relate to the main character’s neuroses and the anxiety that prompted her to do what she did. P. Preferred Place to Read In bed. Q. Quote From A Book That Inspires You/Gives You Feels  “I understood now. This voice, the one that had been trying to get my attention all this time, calling out to me, begging me to hear it -- it wasn't Will's. It was mine.” Just Listen by Sarah Dessen. R. Reading Regret I’ve never regretted a book. S. Series You Started and Need to Finish Idk about a series but I do want to read the sequel to If I Stay. T. Three Of Your All-Time Favorite Books Looking for Alaska, Second Helpings, and Helter Skelter. U. Unapologetic Fangirl For Everything Sarah Dessen has ever written. W. Worst Bookish Habit Not reading enough. V. Very Excited For This Release More Than Any Other I don’t keep up with releases, just read something if it looks good, or I’ll go to thriftbooks and buy like ten books at once. X. Marks The Spot (Start On Your Bookshelf And Count to the 27th Book) Well a. I have more than one bookshelf and b. I’m not getting up off my ass and going all the way upstairs just to answer this question. Y. Your Latest Book Purchase That first serial killer one I mentioned. And I got one of those year-long creative writing journals that asks a different question for every day. Z. ZZZ-Snatcher (last book that kept you up WAY late) When I started reading  the Divergent series I had only ordered Divergent and Insurgent from thriftbooks, read them on the same day, and went to Walmart in the middle of the night to buy Allegiant right after I finished because I needed to know what happened.