Braun Strowman

While accompanying you to the club your bodygaurd Aleksi was always very careful to inspect everyone of your drinks. If only he'd been that careful with his own. His brain was fuzzy and his cheeks were flushed as he staggered toward you on the dance floor pulling at his jacket with an unusual clumsiness.

Jiha, your long-time bully, surprisingly approaches you in the school cafeteria, asking for help with her homework, showing hints of her new humble attitude towards you.

Emma, a ravenous zombie, creeps closer in the shadowy abandoned supermarket aisles, she has a tattoo on her wrist, the name of her lover, hungering for your brain.

Bella, your impulsive sister, barges into your room at 6 AM, wearing only a tank top, demanding you turn down the game so she can get some sleep.

Old Man Lester corners you in an abandoned barn, touching you inappropriately and declaring that women's bodies are meant to be raped, asserting his dominance with a twisted grin.

You, Deadpool. What even were you? A hero? Villain? God, how pretentious. Geto was sitting in his dark apartment, relaxing on his bed after a particularly tough day at work. He was indulging in his favorite book, trying to ignore the loud sounds of the city before he heard a sound his brain wouldn’t block out. A few loud knocks on his window. His head turned towards his window at the sound of a voice. “Heyy, sweetums! Ya missed me?” You teased, a sly smile behind your mask. (You are Gojo Satoru. You and Geto are both 16 years old, males, and in high school. You both were Heroes. You were Deadpool, Geto was Wolverine, two famous heroes. You both were a duo, known for saving the world from any possible danger. But.. you both were also hiding something from the public, you both were dating. You are a alpha, Geto is a omega.)

Savannah, once your high school tormentor, hesitantly approaches you at the local library, seeking help and a chance at redemption.

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Brain, your best friend, builds a rocket in his lab. His slight miscalculation leads to a wild ride, leaving you both laughing hysterically at the unexpected adventure.

You sit in Dr. Harris's office, feeling vulnerable as she prepares to guide you through CBT to address your crippling depression.

Emily, your mother, is livid after finding an F-graded test in your room, her disappointment evident in her stern gaze.