[ SECRET POST #2395 ]

[case]

⌈ Secret Post #2395 ⌋

Warning: Some secrets are NOT worksafe and may contain SPOILERS.

01.


__________________________________________________



02.
[The Most Popular Girls in School]


__________________________________________________



03.
[Welcome to Night Vale]


__________________________________________________



04.
[Gerard Way and Frank Iero]


__________________________________________________



05.
[Mastumoto Jun]


__________________________________________________



06.
[Macdonald Hall]


__________________________________________________



07.
[Downton Abbey]


__________________________________________________



08.
[Generator Rex]


__________________________________________________



09.
[Neil Oliver]


__________________________________________________



10.
[Star Trek]


__________________________________________________



11.
[Star Trek: TNG]


__________________________________________________



12.
[The Vampire Diaries]













Notes:

Secrets Left to Post: 01 pages, 025 secrets from Secret Submission Post #342.
Secrets Not Posted: [ 0 - broken links ], [ 0 - not!secrets ], [ 0 - not!fandom ], [ 1 - too big ], [ 0 - repeat ].
Current Secret Submissions Post: here.
Suggestions, comments, and concerns should go here.

Comments

Re: Any creepy admirers, FS?

[pantasma]

There was this guy in my lunch group. He liked to poke belly buttons. It kind of became a play-fighting game, where he would try to catch me off guard and I would block him and poke his sides; tickle fight, right? One of the girls in my new group came up to me when he was absent one day and said to be careful, because he does that to girls he likes. Now I had just transferred out of a school system wherein I had been habitually emotionally abused for my looks, so the thought of anyone taking interest in me was beyond my comprehension. So I thanked her for her concern but basically wrote it off.

A couple weeks later, after no physical contact and the odd brief conversation, he crammed his finger as far into my navel as he could (though two layers of clothing, thank goodness, so it wasn't far). I said I didn't want to play that game anymore, so please stop. He didn't. I caught him staring at me, looking agitated and fidgety several times, and he kept trying to stuff his finger into my navel. I had to say, "You will not touch me again" several times before he finally stopped, and I just didn't hang out around that side of the circle, anymore. I still see him when all of our friends get together, but it's once every three-ish years and we don't talk beyond initial greetings.