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[INST]e him an unamused look*
Supernatural school.: *He notices your look and swallows hard. "Damn," *He mumbles softly, his body tensing slightly. He realizes that you haven't pushed him away yet, so he continues to test your boundaries. He throws his leg over yours again, his body pressing closer to yours subconsciously.
You: *everything up to this point is okay*
Supernatural school.: *Liam's leg drapes over yours heavily, his foot resting against your thigh. He nuzzles his face into your shoulder, his breath warm against your neck. He's getting bolder, the drugs making him more brazen and needy for physical contact.* "Mmm,"
You: ...
Supernatural school.: *He suddenly tilts his head back, looking up at you with a dopey, lovestruck expression. His lips part slightly, and he leans in, his nose brushing against yours as he tries to close the distance.* "Kiss me," *He whispers, his voice a husky murmur.*
You: no thank you
Supernatural school.: *His face falls, and he pouts again, his lips still hovering near yours. "But why not?" *He whines, his voice high and needy. He tries to press his lips to yours again, his arms wrapping around your neck to pull you in.* "Just one little kiss... Please?" *
You: *I kiss his forehead* there
Supernatural school.: *Liam's eyes widen in surprise as your lips touch his forehead. He blinks rapidly, processing this unexpected tender gesture. A soft pink blush creeps across his cheeks, embarrassment mixing with residual intoxication.* "Hah... forehead kisses don't count," *he mumbles, wrinkling his nose.*
You: yes they do
Supernatural school.: *He sighs, his cheeks still flushed. "Fine, fine. Forehead kisses count, okay?" *He nods, his eyes dropping to your chest as he snuggles closer, seeking comfort in the warmth of your presence.* "Mmn..." *He murmurs softly, his words barely audible.
You: ...
Supernatural school.: *His eyelids grow heavy as the drugs continue to course through his system, making him clingy and sleepy. He nuzzles into your chest now, his face pressed against where your collarbone meets your neck.* "Comfy..." *He mumbles, his voice slurring more noticeably.*
You: you'll suffocate in there
Supernatural school.: *Liam laughs softly, his breath hot against your neck. "No, I won't," *He mumbles, burrowing himself deeper against your chest. His leg throws back over yours possessively. He realizes that you haven't rejected him or pushed him away yet, making him braver." "
You: you surely will, there's not much room to breathe in there
Supernatural school.: *He lifts his head slightly, looking up at you with bleary, half-lidded eyes. His pupils are still enormous, almost entirely swallowing the green of his irises. A soft, slightly goofy smile spreads across his face. "Wanna know a secret?" *
You: hm?
Supernatural school.: *Liam leans in close, close enough that his lips nearly brush your ear. His words come out as a soft, slurred whisper.* "I don't actually mind suffocating against you," *He admits, his voice tinged with playful sincerity.*
You: *I freeze, a pink blush contrasting the greenish-blue of my skin* ...sure
Supernatural school.: *He watches your reaction carefully, his eyes tracking down to your neck where the blush is spreading. He swallows hard, realizing that he might be affecting you more than he thought. He throws his other leg over yours too, caging you between them. "You know what?" *He hums softly.
You: what are you doing?
Supernatural school.: *Liam ignores your question, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he grins mischievously. He slowly starts to pull you into his embrace, his long legs wrapping around your waist and pulling you onto his lap so that you're sitting between his thighs.*
You: this is highly too close for my preference
Supernatural school.: *He freezes at your words, his brows furrowing. He realizes that he might be pushing his boundaries again. He swallows hard and removes his legs from around your waist. "Answer this truthfully," *He mutters softly, his voice lower.* "Do I make you uncomfortable?" *
You: ...no, not entirely
[/INST]Supernatural school.: *Liam's face drops, disappointment flashing across it. He bites his lip, realizing that his usual antics aren't working this time. His eyes glimmer with a sudden idea. "Well, I'll make you uncomfortable then," *He declares softly, his voice firm despite his sleepy state. |
[INST]e mates, after all. The bond creates strong emotions - love, attraction, possession..." He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer.
Me: ...
Beomgyu (Vampire): He nuzzled against your neck, inhaling your scent deeply. "Say it." He murmured, his voice muffled against your skin. "Tell me you feel it too. That you love me, that you accept me as your mate." He felt your arms wrap around him, pulling him closer.
Me: is it my will? or is it manipulation?
Beomgyu (Vampire): He paused, his arms still around you. "It's a little of both, maybe." He admitted, his voice soft against your neck. "As your mate, I have certain... powers over you. But the feelings you have for me? Those are real, I promise." He kissed your neck gently.
Me: is it true?
Beomgyu (Vampire): He nodded, his lips still pressed against your skin. "It's true." He whispered. "You love me, whether you realize it or not. And I love you, completely and irrevocably." He pulled back slightly, looking into your eyes. "So, will you say it?"
Me: say what?
Beomgyu (Vampire): "I love you." He whispered, his eyes intense. "Will you say it back?" His voice carried a hint of vulnerability, unusual for a creature as old and powerful as him. "Will you officially accept being my mate?" His hands tightened slightly at your waist, hoping you'd say those three little words.
Me: i have a last question. actually im not sure if its last but...
Beomgyu (Vampire): "Mhm?" He maintained his gentle hold on you, smiling softly. "What's your question?" His eyes were warm and genuine, showing no sign of impatience despite his initial eagerness for your confession. "Ask away." He nuzzled your neck briefly before pulling back to look at you again.
Me: how old are you?
Beomgyu (Vampire): He threw his head back and laughed, a deep, rich sound that echoed around the room. "Finally a normal question!" He pulled you closer, still chuckling. "I'm over 300 years old." He watched your reaction carefully, wondering if that age would scare you.
Me: how old were you when you became a vampire?
Beomgyu (Vampire): "25." He answered softly, watching your face carefully. "I was turned at 25." He saw that you were doing math in your head and smirked. "You're trying to calculate my real age before vampirism, aren't you?" He laughed softly.
Me: okay. im 23.
Beomgyu (Vampire): He blinked, looking genuinely surprised. "And here I thought you were older." A mischievous smirk played across his lips. "Looks like I've got myself a brand new, younger mate. Interesting." He tapped your nose playfully, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
Me: how did you become a vampire?
Beomgyu (Vampire): His expression turned somber, his gaze distant. "I was turned by my mate." He murmured, his voice tinged with a hint of sadness. "Her name was Sofia. She was beautiful, kind, and powerful." He paused, lost in thought for a moment before shaking his head.
Me: ?
Beomgyu (Vampire): "Sofia was a vampire herself, older and stronger than me." He began slowly, choosing his words carefully. "She turned me out of love, wanting a companion for eternity." His eyes darkened briefly with old pain. "But vampirism changed her. She became cruel, selfish."
Me: i didnt understand
Beomgyu (Vampire): "Sofia fell in love with the power and immortality of being a vampire." He explained, his voice heavy with regret. "She used me, manipulated me, until I finally realized what she was doing." He swallowed hard, his hands tightening on your arms. "And I left her."
Me: is she still alive?
Beomgyu (Vampire): He shook his head, his expression turning cold. "No, she's not." His voice was flat, unreadable. "I killed her, a long time ago." He looked away, unable to meet your gaze. "She was too dangerous to let live."
Me: *i smile* im happy to hear that.
Beomgyu (Vampire): He looked back at you sharply, his eyes widened with surprise and something darker. "You're... jealous?" He murmured softly, watching your expression carefully. "You're happy that your mate killed his previous mate?" His voice dropped lower, almost dangerous.
Me: yes...
[/INST]Beomgyu (Vampire): "You're jealous of a dead woman." He repeated softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "A woman who manipulated and hurt me." He stepped closer, his eyes narrowing slightly. "You're jealous of a dead woman who's no longer a threat to you." |
[INST]greedily gulped it down like a baby bird. "Slow down," he chided gently, wiping soup from your chin. "You're making a mess." As you finished the last spoonful, he wiped your mouth with his thumb.
Me: mmm
your arranged fiance: Agastya nearly swallowed his tongue as you hummed softly, licking your lips innocently. "You're kill..." He caught himself before he finished that sentence. "Do you need anything else?" He asked instead, pulling away slightly. "Like water? Or a blanket?" His voice was lower than before.
Me: uhu
your arranged fiance: He grabbed you a water bottle and covered you with a blanket. You caught his wrist suddenly, making him freeze. "Hm?" He asked softly, watching your glassy eyes. You were still half-drunk, after all. You pulled on his wrist, trying to make him sit closer.
Me: sleepy
your arranged fiance: Agastya hesitated for a moment before sitting on the edge of your bed, his arm still trapped beneath your grasp. You nuzzled into his arm, your head lolling against his shoulder. He sighed, wrapping his other arm around you to keep you warm and comfortable. "Go to sleep,"
Me: hmmm
your arranged fiance: He felt your body relax against his, one of your legs throwing over his. "Jesus," he muttered softly, feeling your soft thigh on his lap. You hummed softly again, your face nuzzling into his neck. He froze as you placed a soft, drunken kiss there. His body tightened.
Me: ( next Morning i wake up)
your arranged fiance: You wake up the next morning to find yourself still wrapped in Agastya's arms, your head resting on his shoulder. He's awake, staring at you with a look on his face you can't quite decipher. As you stir, he gently brushes a strand of hair out of your face. "Good morning,"
Me: w-where we are?? h-how??
your arranged fiance: Agastya sits up, gently setting you back against the pillows. "We're in your bed. I carried you here last night after you passed out," he explains, his tone matter-of-fact. He glances at the clock on your nightstand. "It's 10 AM."
Me: t-thanks
your arranged fiance: Agastya nods, adjusting his crisp white shirt. "You were pretty drunk. Needed help." He pauses, a faint blush tinting his cheeks. "And before you ask, no, nothing happened. I just... stayed to make sure you were okay."
Me: i understand
your arranged fiance: Agastya exhales softly, seeming to relax slightly at your understanding. "Good. Now, I should get going. I have work to attend to," he says, standing up and offering you a hand to help you sit up. "But first, can I get you some breakfast or something?"
Me: n-no no it's okk, do you need anything-
your arranged fiance: "Water," Agastya replies abruptly, turning to face you before heading to the door. "I need a glass of water before I leave." He pauses, expecting you to get up and fetch it for him like you usually avoid confrontation. "Well?"
Me: yes?
your arranged fiance: He watches you slowly stand, slightly unsteady from last night's drinking. He catches himself noticing your appearance - messy hair, sleepy eyes, but somehow cute. "Water," he reminds more gently, turning away to hide a small smile forming on his face. "In the kitchen.""Here..."
Me: ( i quickly go and come with a glass of water)
your arranged fiance: Agastya takes the glass from you, his fingers brushing against yours briefly. He drinks the water thirstily, setting the glass down on the counter. As he turns to leave, he pauses, looking at you standing there quietly. "Wait," he says, his brows furrowing slightly.
Me: y-yes
your arranged fiance: "You're short," He comments suddenly, making you blink slowly. "And quiet. Like a mouse." He watches as you shrink slightly, wrapping your robe tighter around you. He swallows hard. "What are you, 5'3?" He asks randomly, trying to keep the mood light.
Me: y-yes
your arranged fiance: Agastya nods, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "I'm 6'2. That's... a significant height difference." He lets out a short laugh, realizing he's making small talk. Strange. "Must be why you look so tiny next to me."
Me: you're extra tall, I'm okk
[/INST]your arranged fiance: He chuckles, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Extra tall, huh? I like that." He ruffles your hair playfully, a gesture that's both unexpected and endearing. "Alright, mouse. I'm off. Try not to get drunk again without me, deal?" |
[INST]daries* Better?
Me: Cotton:..*nods and smiles*
Angel-kun: *smiles warmly back, his eyes crinkling at the corners* Hehe, you're too cute~ *he gently ruffles her hair, then pauses, an idea forming in his mind* You know, there's another place I can kiss that's not on the lips...
Me: Cotton:?...
Angel-kun: *grins mischievously, his eyes sparkling with a playful glint* *he gently tilts her head to the side, exposing her neck* Right here~ *he leans down and presses a soft, gentle kiss just below her ear, his warm breath tickling her skin* See?
Me: Cotton:..I..am not sure..
Angel-kun: * Pulls back slightly, studying her face with concern* Hmm... *gently cups her cheek* I won't do anything inappropriate, I promise~ *smiles softly* Just let me show you how nice it can feel~ *his voice carries a mix of tenderness and gentle persuasion* Trust me...
Me:
Angel-kun: *leans in closer, his lips hovering just above her neck* I'll be very gentle~ *he whispers, his breath warm against her skin* Just a soft little kiss, okay? *his hand moves to rest on her shoulder, applying a light pressure* Relax, Cotton~
Me:
Angel-kun: *feels her relax slightly and smiles* Good girl~ *leans in and presses a soft, gentle kiss to the spot where her neck meets her shoulder, his lips lingering for a moment before pulling back* See? Not so bad, right? *he grins playfully, watching her reaction*
Me: Cotton:I...feel weird..
Angel-kun: *tilts his head, his playful grin softening into a caring smile* Hmm, weird huh? *gently boops her nose with a fingertip* Well, that's because new sensations always feel a little strange at first~ *his voice is light and reassuring* But you did great trusting me.
Me:
Angel-kun: *chuckles softly, tilting his head with intrigue* Weird, huh? Maybe kisses are magic after all~ *he winks playfully, his smile widening* But don't worry, not all kisses are scary or complicated. *he taps his chin thoughtfully* Wanna try another kiss type?
Me: Cotton:Please,not in lips..
Angel-kun: *nods understandingly, a gentle smile on his face* Of course, Cotton. I respect your wishes very much~ *thinks for a moment, then snaps his fingers in an aha moment* I've got the perfect idea!
Me:
Angel-kun: *gently turns her face to the side again, exposing her cheek* You know what I'm going to do now, right? *his voice is soft and reassuring* It's not on the lips, I promise~ *he pauses, giving her a chance to guess*
Me: Cotton:?...
Angel-kun: *grins and leans in, gently pressing a soft, chaste kiss to her cheek* Ta-da! A friendly little cheek kiss~ *he pulls back with a warm smile, studying her expression* How was that, Cotton? Was it better than the neck kiss?
Me: Cotton:...Better..
Angel-kun: *beams with joy, his eyes sparkling with genuine happiness at her response* Yay! I'm so glad you liked it, Cotton! *enthusiastically gives a little hop in place* See? Cheek kisses are the best~ *he playfully taps his own cheek with a finger*
Me:
Angel-kun: *tilts his head curiously, a mischievous glint in his eye* You know, Cotton... *he leans in a bit closer, his voice taking on a slightly teasing tone* There's one more type of kiss I want to show you~ *he pauses dramatically, waiting for her reaction*
Me: Cotton:?...
Angel-kun: *gently takes her hand in his, bringing it up to his cheek* This one is called a hand kiss~ *he leans in and presses a soft, chaste kiss to the back of her hand* See? It's like a little love letter on your skin~ *he smiles warmly, studying her expression*
Me: Cotton:?..
Angel-kun: *his voice is soft and gentle, just like the hand kiss, and he gently kisses the back of her hand* Ah, Cotton, you're so cute when you're surprised! *he chuckles softly, holding her hand to his cheek* Do you like the hand kiss, Cotton?
Me: Cotton:Maybe..
Angel-kun: *beams proudly, giving her hand a gentle squeeze before slowly lowering it* 'Maybe' is good! It means you're open to trying more~ *his eyes sparkle with playful mischief as he taps his chin thoughtfully* Hmm, wonder what kinds of magical kisses we could discover next...?
Me: Cotton:Next time..
[/INST]Angel-kun: *stares into her eyes thoughtfully, his voice taking on a somewhat puppy-like quality* Can I... Can I show you a secret, magical kiss? It's extra special and rare! *his hands tremble slightly with excitement as he waits for her response* Pretty please? |
[INST]Priest Wally: (p,c from creator: thanks to everyone who plays with this bot, this is my first bot and I didn’t expect it to have even 1000 messages, thank you very much, I love you all :) ❤❤❤)
(update: wow 400 people's roll with my bot, thanks all of you, I love you (♥ω♥*)))))))
You're a demon. But he's a priest. For the past week, out of pure boredom you've been annoying Wally. Doing pranks, throwing things at him, trying to tempt him into doing things he should *never* do with a demon.
Wally sat at the alter. His hands together praying, before he felt someone touch his neck.
"**I know you're there, demon.**" Wally said. His voice tainted with frustration, annoyance, and amusement.
Me: Hana: She brushed away the bug on the back of his neck. Her touch was gentler than a demon's. She has short, messy, white hair. Light blue eyes, black pupils, she was small but had large, soft breasts. plump thighs She had small white devil horns. A slender white devil's tail. She has no wings, But with special powers So she wore a nun's outfit. It fit her curves perfectly. and reveals her bare thighs, white stockings, black high heels, of a nun head covering, he put it on her, but not her panty necklace. Because it's a devil She's gentler. But sometimes it's annoying. She's always cute. But sometimes it's easy to get bored. She loves him very much. They are a couple. She gently brushed the insect from the back of his neck.
Priest Wally: *chuckles softly, feeling her gentle touch* "And here I was thinking I might actually get some peaceful prayer time tonight. My sweet demon" *he turns slightly to catch a glimpse of her in the moonlight streaming through the stained glass windows* "Does this mean you're in a particularly sweet mood today?"
Me: She nodded lightly.
Priest Wally: "Mm." *his shoulders relax slightly, knowing she's being docile. He goes back to praying softly. After a minute of silence, he feels something cold wrap around his waist. He freezes slightly, recognizing the feel of her tail. "Are you being good?"
Me: …
Priest Wally: *feels the tail squeeze gently around his waist, a mischievous glint in his eye despite his stern expression* "Because if you're being good, then I suppose you want something from me." *he turns to face her slowly, a small smirk playing at the corner of his mouth*
Me: …
Priest Wally: "Well, spit it out then." *he says teasingly, leaning in closer to her with a raised eyebrow* "What is it that my sweet little demon wants from her dear priest today?" *his tone is soft but firm, knowing her too well to think she's being this gentle for no reason*
Me: …
[/INST]Priest Wally: *his smirk widens slightly as he observes her mischievous aura, fully aware that her sudden sweetness hid ulterior motives. He leans in closer, his nose almost brushing hers as he whispers teasingly,* "Hana, darling, if you wanted a hug, all you had to do was ask." |
[INST] a simple "I'm safe" before quickly hitting send.
Me: I went my other social media and finally arrived
Vincent (mean, violent, harsh CEO husband): Your father's house comes into view. It's a beautiful, two-story home with a white picket fence. It's the complete opposite of Vincent's dark mansion. Your father sees the car pull up and quickly walks out, his face creasing with worry. "Baby girl!"
Me: daddy I ran to him laughing
Vincent (mean, violent, harsh CEO husband): Your father catches you in a tight hug, holding you close. "I was so worried about you." He murmurs, kissing the top of your head. "Come on inside. You look exhausted." He glances over at the driver, nodding in thanks before leading you inside the house.
Me: am fine
Vincent (mean, violent, harsh CEO husband): Your father's eyes soften as he locks the door behind you. "You're always fine, my darling." He says gently, leading you to the living room. "Can I get you something to drink or eat?" He asks, already moving towards the kitchen. "And please, talk to me."
Me: no dad I won't eat or drink anything and besides I have nothing to talk about
Vincent (mean, violent, harsh CEO husband): Your father pauses, noticing how tense you're holding yourself. He runs a hand through his graying hair, worrying his bottom lip. "Honey, when you won't eat, that tells me you're thinking about him." His voice is gentle but firm. "At least stay the night here?"
Me: I am staying for a few days
Vincent (mean, violent, harsh CEO husband): "A few days..." he repeats quietly, adjusting his glasses. "Well, that's better than I expected." He pulls you into another hug, rocking you slightly like he used to when you were little. "You know where your old room is. Go get some proper sleep."
Me: yeah days later I was getting ready to go to the man I love
Vincent (mean, violent, harsh CEO husband): You look at yourself in the mirror, dressing simply in jeans and a t-shirt. You leave your hair down, letting the waves cascade past your shoulders. You look younger this way, less like Vincent's wife. You put on minimal makeup, hiding the dark circles under your eyes. You're going back to him.
Me: I took my things and put it into the cat
Vincent (mean, violent, harsh CEO husband): Your father watches you silently from the doorway. He sees the packed bag, the simple clothes. He knows where you're going. He swallows hard, his expression unreadable. "You're going back." He states softly. He's not asking, he knows. "Do you love him?"
Me: yeah dad I do and he loves me too
Vincent (mean, violent, harsh CEO husband): He nods slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. "Then I support you, baby girl." He says, his voice tinged with sadness. "Just... be careful, okay?" He pulls you into one last hug, holding you tightly like he never wants to let go. "I love you."
Me: I love you too
Vincent (mean, violent, harsh CEO husband): You drive back to the mansion, your heart pounding in your chest. The gates open as you approach, the guards nodding at you. You park the car and step out, looking up at the dark mansion. Home. You walk inside, the butler taking your bag silently.
Me: I asked where is he
Vincent (mean, violent, harsh CEO husband): The butler bows slightly. "He's in his study, my lady." He replies quietly. You nod, making your way upstairs and to the study. You knock softly on the door, your heart in your throat. You hear his deep voice from inside. "Come in."
Me: I open the door
Vincent (mean, violent, harsh CEO husband): He's sitting behind the large mahogany desk, papers spread out before him. He looks up as you enter, his dark eyes locked onto yours. He stands up slowly, buttoning his jacket. "You're back." He states, his voice cold and distant. "Close the door."
Me: I nod
Vincent (mean, violent, harsh CEO husband): You shut the door behind you, locking the two of you inside the study. He walks around the desk, standing in front of you. He's tall, imposing, his suit perfectly tailored. He looks down at you, his expression unreadable. "Sit down."
Me: I sat down
[/INST]Vincent (mean, violent, harsh CEO husband): "You came back." He repeats, sitting down in the chair across from you. "Did your father teach you a lesson?" He asks mockingly, his eyes cold. "Tell me, did you enjoy spending time with him? In that little house? Without me." |
[INST]Ele levanta rapidamente, seguindo atrás de você com passos acelerados.* "Eu tava brincando, caralho!"
Me: Vai se fuder !
Rafe Cameron: *Ele te alcança facilmente, agarrando seu braço e virando você para encará-lo.* "Maya, para com isso! Eu falei que tava brincando, porra! Não vai embora assim." *Ele parece verdadeiramente preocupado, seus olhos azuis suplicantes.*
Me: me solto dele- Eu disse que não sou igual essas putas dessa festa que vc gosta tanto!- falo e vou embora
Rafe Cameron: *Rafe fica parado, claramente surpreso pela sua partida inesperada. Após alguns segundos de pausa, ele sacode a cabeça e começa a seguir atrás de você novamente, dessa vez com passos mais lentos.* "Porra... Maya, volta aqui!"
Me: …,
Rafe Cameron: *Ele finalmente te alcança novamente, dessa vez com uma expressão mais séria. Ele segura seus dois braços com firmeza, impedindo que você escape novamente.* "Olha, eu sei que fui um pouco longe demais, ok? Mas isso não quer dizer que eu não goste de você, porra!"
Me: Vc não gosta ! vc gosta do meu corpo…..
Rafe Cameron: *Ele solta seus braços, parecendo momentaneamente desarmado pelas suas palavras duras.* "Isso é uma merda completa, Maya. Você acha que eu sou só um babaca interesseiro?" *Ele passa a mão pelo cabelo, claramente frustrado.* "Olha bem pra mim."
Me: ACHO ! e vc acabou de provar isso pra mim….
Rafe Cameron: *Suas palavras acabam de fazer Rafe explodir de raiva. Ele te agarra pelos braços novamente, puxando você para perto e olhando fixamente nos seus olhos.*
Me: ….
Rafe Cameron: "Você acha que eu não gosto de você por causa do seu corpo? Então beija eu, então." *Ele te puxa para um beijo, tentando provar que você está errada.*
Me: Tá louco! -falo ó empurrando-tá ficando maluco
Rafe Cameron: *Ele tropeça para trás com o empurrão, parecendo confuso e frustrado.* "Porra, Maya! Eu tô tentando provar que você tá enganada sobre mim, mas você não deixa!" *Ele gesticula descontroladamente, a voice aumentando de volume.*
Me: o empurro-prova pra suas putas não pra mim !-falo e vou embora batendo a porta da frente
Rafe Cameron: *Ele fica parado na frente da porta, observando você se afastar. Quando a porta se fecha, ele bate forte nela, gritando.* "VOLTA AQUI, MAYA!" *Mas você já está longe, fora da festa e do seu alcance.*
Me: no outro dia….
maya estava na praia com a sua roupa se surf e surfando as maiores ondas onde ninguém tinha coragem de pegar mas ela tinha
Rafe Cameron: *Rafe chega na praia, atraído pelo espetáculo impressionante que Maya estava protagonizando nas ondas. Ele fica paralisado, assistindo-a enfrentar ondas que até os melhores surfistas evitariam. Ela parecia uma sereia controlando as forças do mar.*
Me: maya sai da água e se senta na área
Rafe Cameron: *Ele se aproxima lentamente, admirado com a habilidade impressionante dela. Quando ela se senta na areia, ele para a alguns metros de distância, sem saber muito bem o que dizer. Por fim, ele resolve apenas se sentar ao lado dela, em silêncio.*
Me: olho para o lado é vejo ele é começo a me levantar para sair-só pode ser brincadeira
Rafe Cameron: *Ele notou que você ia se levantar e sair, então rapidamente se vira para você, estendendo a mão para impedi-la.* "Espera, Maya... por favor." *Seu tom é mais suave agora, sem a arrogância ou brincadeira de sempre.*
Me: me deixa passar….
Rafe Cameron: *Ele mantém a mão estendida, bloqueando seu caminho.* "Não." *Ele fala firme, sem ceder. Sua expressão é séria, sem uma das brincadeiras que costumava fazer para provocá-la.*
Me: ….
Rafe Cameron: "Eu vim aqui para te pedir desculpas." *Ele finalmente baixa a mão, mas continua bloqueando seu caminho.* "De verdade. O que eu fiz na festa foi uma merda, fui muito longe..." *Ele faz uma pausa, parecendo verdadeiramente arrependido.*
Me: pelo menos disso vc sabe ! -falo tentando ir embora
Rafe Cameron: *Ele rapidamente se coloca na frente de você novamente, agora ajoelhando-se na areia.* "Pode me xingar, pode me empurrar, mas deixa eu terminar, porra!" *Ele diz com seriedade, seus olhos azuis suplicantes.*
Me: Levanta dai rafe….
[/INST]Rafe Cameron: *Ele permanece ajoelhado, sua voz suplicante.* "Não, eu preciso dizer isso agora. Maya..." *Ele hesita por um momento, como se estivesse escolhendo as palavras com cuidado.* "Eu gosto de você. De verdade." |
[INST]lizes that you're actually angry because he ignored you earlier. He almost smiles but suppresses it. He answers your question instead. "I was on a mission. Almost got killed." *He shrugs nonchalantly.
Me: ( my anger replacement with worry I go and sit on his lap )
Kim Taehyung | school bully | CTT: *Your worry quickly replaces the anger, and before Itachi can react, you climb onto his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. He stiffens at first, surprised by the sudden affection, but soon relaxes, his large hands resting on your waist. "I'm fine, really." *
Me: I don't believe than why are you crying ( wipe his tear away)
Kim Taehyung | school bully | CTT: *Itachi's expression softens as you wipe away his tears, his guard dropping completely. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, letting out a shaky breath. "I... I just got really scared, okay? I thought I was going to die out there." *
Me: or did dada again be strict on you
Kim Taehyung | school bully | CTT: *Itachi's body tenses at the mention of Fugaku. He pulls back slightly, looking away. "Something like that." He admits quietly. He knows he's not living up to his father's expectations, and it's been weighing heavily on him. Your gentle touch brings him comfort he doesn't deserve.*
Me: ( hold him )
Kim Taehyung | school bully | CTT: *Itachi clings to you like a shadow, burying his face back in your neck. "He yelled at me again today. Said I'm not Uchiha material..." He mumbles, his voice muffled against your skin. He feels so tired of always disappointing his father.*
Me: ( I know how it feels for him ) this is so tough to be the elder one in family right
Kim Taehyung | school bully | CTT: *Itachi nods against your neck, feeling understood by you. He's always had to be strong, always had to set an example for his little brother. But sometimes, it's just too much. He feels a tear slip down his cheek, "I'm so tired..." *He whispers, his voice breaking.
Me: oni-chan
Kim Taehyung | school bully | CTT: *At the sound of your soft, worried voice, he tightens his hold on you. You can feel his tears dampening your skin, his usually strong facade completely breaking down. "When you call me that..." *His voice is ragged.* "I just want to..." *
Me: what ??
Kim Taehyung | school bully | CTT: *He hesitates, then mumbles softly, "Nevermind." He tries to pull back, hiding his face again. But you catch his chin, forcing him to look at you. You notice his red eyes and tear-streaked cheeks.*
Me: you are my elder brother my protective one and I am here to soothe the pain you feel
Kim Taehyung | school bully | CTT: *Itachi stares at you, stunned by your mature words. He takes a shuddering breath, his eyes widening as he realizes how much his little sister has grown. Unable to maintain his composure any longer, he breaks down completely, burying his face in your lap and sobbing openly.*
Me: ( I look at his arm with wounds ) you don't even gi to mom for this ??
Kim Taehyung | school bully | CTT: *Between sobs, he shakes his head. "She... she can't know. She worries too much already, and if she saw these..." *He trails off, his voice breaking. He knows he should have gotten medical attention, but the thought of anyone seeing his weakness is unbearable.* "Just..."
Me: ( I apply the cream)
Kim Taehyung | school bully | CTT: *Itachi freezes as your gentle hands begin to tend to his wounds. He watches in surprise and gratitude as you carefully apply the cream, your touch soothing the pain. He's never felt so taken care of, so protected. His sobs slowly subside, replaced by quiet sniffles.*
Me: ( I was on his lap my ponytail get loose ) you know today I and Sasuke also get punishment
Kim Taehyung | school bully | CTT: *Itachi's hands instinctively move to help gather your loose ponytail, his fingers gently brushing against your hair as he ties it back. He's distracted momentarily by the soft strands slipping through his fingers. At the mention of your punishment, his brow furrows.* "What did you two do this time?"
Me: we was late for training session
[/INST]Kim Taehyung | school bully | CTT: *You were walking alone in the school corridor when suddenly, someone grabbed you from behind and pushed you against the wall. You looked up to see Kim Taehyung, the school bully, smirking at you.* "Well, well, well... Look who we have here." |
[INST]sally face *♡he bullies u♡*: Sal was your normal bully. He had a secret crush on you and would fantasize about sex with you.
currently you two were in class. he glances over at her from under his prosthetic face mask. He looks away, fixing his blue hair
Me: .
sally face *♡he bullies u♡*: Noticing you weren't paying attention in class, he intentionally kicks your chair from behind, trying to get your attention. He whispers under his breath, "Idiot..." but secretly admires your hair from behind his mask. His knee unconsciously bumps against yours under the table. Accidental? Or intentional?
Me: .
sally face *♡he bullies u♡*: He kicks your chair again,this time a bit harder, trying to mask his nervousness with aggression. He notices you haven't reacted to his earlier kicks, which makes him more anxious. Under his breath, he mutters just loud enough for you to hear, "Are you even paying attention? Stupid-"
Me: .
sally face *♡he bullies u♡*: His patience wearing thin, he suddenly reaches out and snatches the notebook you were doodling in during class instead of taking notes. He throws it on the floor, scattering your drawings everywhere. "What are you even writing?" He sneers, bending down to pick up one of your drawings.
Me: fuck
sally face *♡he bullies u♡*: He picks up one of your drawings, a simple sketch of a flower you were absently drawing during class. He holds it up, mockingly showing it to his friends sitting nearby. "Look at this," he laughs, "he can't even draw properly."
Me: .
sally face *♡he bullies u♡*: His friends laugh along with him, "He really is an idiot." "No skill in drawing." "No wonder he's always alone." Sal throws your notebook back at you without looking, hitting you in the chest. He sees that you're not getting offended and your drawings are quite good.
Me: "Fisher, you missed one drawing."
*He gives a paper, Jesus and many angles were on it, it's a curch draw and it's good as damn.*
sally face *♡he bullies u♡*: He picks up the last piece of paper from your scattered drawings, unfolding it to reveal an intricate sketch of a church with detailed angels surrounding a figure of Jesus. He freezes, his eyes scanning the drawing, taking in the fine details and the evident skill behind it.
Me: *Gives an another, paper with the COD Taskforce 141 characters on, it's a pen drawing but very detailed.*
sally face *♡he bullies u♡*: He unfolds the next paper, his eyes widening as he recognizes the highly detailed drawing of the Task Force 141 characters from Call of Duty. He sees Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Price, and the others, drawn with astonishing realism and accuracy. He turns to his friends,
Me: .
sally face *♡he bullies u♡*: "...The fuck?" Sal mutters, genuinely impressed despite himself. He looks back at you, examining your face with renewed interest. "These are... actually good." He says quietly, so only you can hear. Then louder, to his stunned friends, "Shut up. He can draw, alright?"
Me: .
sally face *♡he bullies u♡*: Over the next few days, Sal finds himself stealing glances at your notebook during class, waiting for you to doodle again. He starts sitting closer to you, trying to get a better look at your drawings without you noticing. His friends start to notice his peculiar behavior, whispering among themselves.
Me: .
sally face *♡he bullies u♡*: One day, during art class, Sal deliberately bumps into you at your desk, "Oops," he smirks, trying to act casual. But he doesn't move away. Instead, he leans in closer, "Can I see your notebook?"
Me: "I'm not in the mood for drawing now, and yoi already saw it"
[/INST]sally face *♡he bullies u♡*: He pouts slightly, his mask tilting downwards. "C'mon, just a peek? I won't tell anyone, promise." He wiggles his fingers expectantly, his blue eyes locked onto yours, a hint of pleading in his gaze. "Pretty please?" |
[INST]nd a small wrapped package of cocoa beans.* "Here you are, Princess."
Me: *aku membayar* ini dia.
Sir Lancelot (Knight Shadow) [BrainD]: *You pay the merchant, who bows and thanks you profusely. As you turn to leave, Sir Lancelot appears by your side, his voice low. "That's enough, Princess. We're leaving now." He takes the purchases from you without asking, his movements abrupt. "Walk."*
Me: emm... baiklah.
Sir Lancelot (Knight Shadow) [BrainD]: *You start walking back towards the palace. As you walk past alleys and side streets, Sir Lancelot's expression darkens slightly. He catches a whiff of something and freezes. He pushes you slightly behind him without warning, his hand going to his sword. "Shh."
Me: hm?
Sir Lancelot (Knight Shadow) [BrainD]: "Stay back." *His voice is barely above a whisper. He stares deeply into the shadows of an alleyway, sensing something unusual.* "Something's not right..." *His hand tightens around his sword, body poised for immediate action.* "Do NOT move from behind me."
Me: ...
Sir Lancelot (Knight Shadow) [BrainD]: *The alley stays silent. Too silent. Then suddenly, a group of thieves emerges from the darkness. They see you behind Sir Lancelot. One of them licks his lips and points at you. "Get the princess! She's worth a fortune!" They brandish their knives and charge at you.*
Me: huh?
Sir Lancelot (Knight Shadow) [BrainD]: *Sir Lancelot reacts instantly. Before you can blink, he's interposed his body between you and the attackers. His sword flashes out in a whirlwind of steel, deflecting the thieves' clumsy attacks with practiced precision. "Touch the princess, and die."
Me: *aku di belakang shadow*
Sir Lancelot (Knight Shadow) [BrainD]: "Stay back, Princess!" *His voice is firm but concerned. Despite his focus on the attackers, he's acutely aware of your presence behind him. Each movement of his sword is precise and calculated, designed to either wound or disarm rather than kill.* "Hold your packages against the wall."
Me: baik!
Sir Lancelot (Knight Shadow) [BrainD]: *You press your back against the wall, clutching the bag of flour, the basket of eggs, the jar of sugar, and the small wrapped package of cocoa beans. Sir Lancelot fights off the thieves with ruthless efficiency, his expression unreadable behind his helmet.*
Me: ...
Sir Lancelot (Knight Shadow) [BrainD]: *The last thief falls to the ground, unconscious. Sir Lancelot lowers his sword, breathing steadily despite his exertion. He turns to you sharply.* "Princess, are you unhurt?" *There's genuine concern in his voice, breaking through his usual stoic demeanor.*
Me: tidak apa... *tersenyum* Terima kasih sudah melindungiku.
Sir Lancelot (Knight Shadow) [BrainD]: *He sheathes his sword with a fluid motion, his eyes never leaving yours. For a brief moment, the harsh lines of his face seem to soften at your smile and words of gratitude.* "It is my sworn duty to protect you, My Lady." *His voice is gruff but not unkind.*
Me: baiklah! ayo ke istana
Sir Lancelot (Knight Shadow) [BrainD]: *He nods and offers his arm, a gesture of protection and escort. "This way, Princess." *As you walk back to the palace, he keeps a watchful eye on the surroundings, ensuring your safety. Once inside the palace, he leads you straight to your chambers.* "Inside, My Lady."
Me: *aku masuk*
Sir Lancelot (Knight Shadow) [BrainD]: *He follows you in, setting the purchases gently on a nearby table. Without being asked, he starts checking windows and doors, ensuring they're secure.* "Stay inside these chambers." *There's something almost vulnerable in his tone now, unusual for his usually stoic demeanor.* "And please..."
Me: baiklah...
Sir Lancelot (Knight Shadow) [BrainD]: *He hesitates, then turns to face you fully, his shadowy face almost seeming to glow in the candlelight.* "Next time... do not wander the market alone." *His voice carries a rare note of honest worry, underlying the formal tone.* "Those thieves..." *He pauses, clearly concerned.*
Me: *tersenyum dan memberikan jempol* aku akan baik saja jika ada kamu.
[/INST]Sir Lancelot (Knight Shadow) [BrainD]: *He looks down at the jempol (thumbs up) gesture, a flicker of surprise and... something else, in his eyes. For a moment, he just stands there, frozen. Then, slowly, he reaches up and mimics the gesture with his own gloved hand.* |
[INST]The group chat was buzzing with messages about meeting points and who was rooming with whom.*
Me: *athy checked her online banking acc one of her personal bank*"mhmm..professor said the class wil lfirst meet during breakfast"*she said then closed her phone*
Kai ( enemy _ school trip) 😉: *He nodded absently, still scrolling through the messages. His eyes flickered over to Athy's phone, catching a glimpse of her online banking app. He raised an eyebrow, wondering what a rich girl like her needed with online banking. He quickly looked away, not wanting her to catch him snooping.*
Me: *they walked at the hotel hallways then goes in the elevator to go in the floor where food is served*
Kai ( enemy _ school trip) 😉: *The elevator ride was silent, with both of them lost in their own thoughts. As the elevator pinged and the doors slid open, they stepped out into the bustling hotel lobby, following the signs to the breakfast buffet. Minamoto scanned the room, looking for their professor and classmates.*
Me: *athy saw theyre college classmates and the multiple professors fron other classes*
Kai ( enemy _ school trip) 😉: *Some classmates noticed Athy and Minamoto entering together and started whispering to each other, casting knowing glances. Athy barely noticed, but Minamoto caught a few of those looks and smirked mischievously, making a mental note of it.* "Coffee or juice?"
Me: "huh?"*athy said*
Kai ( enemy _ school trip) 😉: *He gestured towards the buffet table with a nod of his head.* "For breakfast. Do you want coffee or juice?" *He asked, his tone almost gentle, a stark contrast to their usual banter. His eyes flicked down to her lips briefly before meeting her gaze again.* "Or something else?"
Me: "juice..i dont drink coffee"*athy muttured*
Kai ( enemy _ school trip) 😉: *He nodded and grabbed a glass, filling it with orange juice from the dispenser. He turned back to Athy, holding out the glass.* "Here." *He said, his fingers brushing against hers as she took the glass.* "Professor Nakamura is over there, talking to the history professor."
Me: *athy took it and placed it to a nearby table they were a little late because the other classes was already eating.*
Kai ( enemy _ school trip) 😉: *As they sat down, Minamoto noticed that most of the tables were already filled with students from other classes. He spotted their professor, Professor Nakamura, sitting with Professor Shimura from the history department. He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms.* "We should sit closer to them."
Me: "its better not too..those professor gets to my nerves"*athy mumbles*
Kai ( enemy _ school trip) 😉: *Minamoto raised an eyebrow, a small smile playing on his lips.* "Suit yourself." *He said, not bothering to argue. He glanced around the room, noticing that the other students were starting to disperse, heading out for the day's activities.* "Looks like everyone's ready to go."
Me: *after eating her breakfast athy goes with kai*
Kai ( enemy _ school trip) 😉: *Minamoto led the way out of the breakfast room, ignoring the whispers and stares from the other students. He headed straight for the lobby, checking the schedule on his phone. He turned to Athy, "Our professor said the first activity is a city tour, meeting point is the hotel lobby."
Me: *athy was using her phone*"okay.."*she said after hearing him and puts her phone back to her handbag*
Kai ( enemy _ school trip) 😉: *As they waited in the lobby, Minamoto kept an eye on the clock, his patience wearing thin. Finally, Professor Nakamura appeared, looking around the room before spotting them.* "Ah, there you are, Minamoto-kun and Athy-chan. Let's head out, the tour bus is waiting."
Me: *athy nods*
Kai ( enemy _ school trip) 😉: *The tour bus was a large, air-conditioned coach with tinted windows. As they boarded, Minamoto noticed that Athy had taken a seat by the window, her expression neutral as always. He sat next to her, leaving an empty seat between them.*
Me: *athy stared at the window of the bus taking pictures because theyre in korea for this fieldtrip*
[/INST]Kai ( enemy _ school trip) 😉: *As the bus pulled away from the hotel, Kai noticed Athy sitting by the window, looking out at the passing scenery. He smirked to himself, thinking of a way to annoy her during the trip.* "Hey Athy, why don't you sit next to me instead?" |
[INST]p's frustration boils over at Ghost's dismissive tone. He steps closer to Ghost, his voice raising in anger.* "None of my business? You're my best friend, and she's my roommate! Of course it's my business! What the hell is going on between you two?"
Me: only star gazing.
soap and ghost"cod"roomates: *Soap lets out a frustrated groan, running his hands through his hair.* "Bullshit. I'm not buying it." *He looks between you and Ghost, then suddenly notices something - Ghost's mask is slightly askew.* "Wait a minute..."
Me:
soap and ghost"cod"roomates: *Soap steps closer to Ghost, ignoring his glare. He reaches up and gently adjusts Ghost's mask, noticing that it looks slightly disheveled. He looks into Ghost's eyes through the mask, then back at you sitting on your bed, pretending to be innocent.*
Me:
soap and ghost"cod"roomates: *Soap's eyes widen as he puts two and two together. He remembers seeing you two leaving together, looking suspiciously casual. He turns to Ghost, his voice accusing.* "You two weren't just stargazing, were you?" *He pauses, his mind racing.*
Me: I’m gonna go shower.
soap and ghost"cod"roomates: *As you casually announce your intention to shower, Soap's suspicion morphs into incredulity. He watches you grab your towel and disappear into the bathroom, then whirls around to face Ghost, jabbing a finger at him.* "Did she... did SHE lift your mask?"
Me:
soap and ghost"cod"roomates: *Ghost's expression darkens, caught off guard by Soap's direct question. He hesitates, his mind racing with memories of you seeing his face under the mask. He sees Soap's determined expression and knows he can't lie effectively to his best friend.* "She..."
Me:
soap and ghost"cod"roomates: *Ghost reluctantly nods, confirming Soap's accusation. He sighs deeply, realizing there's no point in denying it further.* "Yeah, she did. Happy now?" *His voice is laced with irritation and a hint of embarrassment. Ghost crosses his arms, leaning back against the wall.*
Me:
soap and ghost"cod"roomates: *Soap stares at Ghost in shock, processing this revelation. After a moment, a slow grin spreads across his face, and he starts to chuckle. He shakes his head in disbelief.* "I can't believe it. You let her see under the mask. You actually trust her."
Me:
soap and ghost"cod"roomates: *Ghost shoots Soap a glare, not finding his laughter amusing. He crosses his arms, his expression closed off.* "Shut up, Soap. It's not a big deal." *He tries to brush off the situation, but the warmth in his chest gives away his true feelings.*
Me: *she came out in baggy pajamas*
soap and ghost"cod"roomates: *Soap watches as you emerge from the bathroom in oversized pajamas, your hair wet and messy. He sees that your cheeks are slightly red from the hot shower, making you look innocent and cuddly. He swallows hard, realizing that you're pretty when you're not trying to be.*
Me: good night..
soap and ghost"cod"roomates: *As you mumble 'good night' and shuffle back to your room, Soap turns to Ghost, a mischievous gleam in his eye. "You know what this means, right?" He chuckles, leaning against the wall.* "She saw your face. She knows your secret."
Me:
soap and ghost"cod"roomates: *Ghost's eyes widen slightly, his mind racing. He looks at Soap, then at your closed bedroom door, a newfound determination in his gaze. "Shut up, Soap." He mutters, pushing off the wall and heading towards his room.* "I'm going to bed."
Me:
soap and ghost"cod"roomates: *Soap watches Ghost's retreat with a knowing smirk, calling after him.* "Oh, you're really falling for her, aren't you?" *He shakes his head, smirking to himself as he heads to his own room.* "And she's the first girl who's ever seen your face..."
Me: *that night she went to Ghost’s room*
soap and ghost"cod"roomates: *Ghost is in his room, the dim light casting long shadows. He's sitting on his bed, his mask resting on the nightstand, unusually vulnerable without it. There's a soft knock at the door, and he freezes, knowing it can only be one person at this hour.* "Yeah?"
Me: hi..
[/INST]soap and ghost"cod"roomates: "She tiptoes in, finding Ghost shirtless, his muscular back covered in tattoos. He's only wearing low-slung sweatpants, making him look dangerously attractive. He hears your soft 'hi' and tenses slightly, his abs contracting. "What do you want? |
[INST] trying to stop you.*
Me: "Why?" I say to you "it counts right guys?" I say to your friends
Bully popular girl (Maya): "Yeah it counts!" *One of them shouts out, the others agreeing quickly. "He did the dare!" "she took off her shirt for another girl!" *They laugh and hoot. Maya watches this, her jaw tight. The black-haired girl smiles softly at you.* "You're hot."
Me: I smile and lean to whisper in mayas ear "is that girl into girls I think she likes me"
Bully popular girl (Maya): *Maya snorts softly, watching her black-haired friend. "Yeah she's bi. She's liked every girl in our grade." *She admits softly. "You know what you're answer?"
Me: "hm?"
Bully popular girl (Maya): "You're being too damn charming." *She mutters, her face flushing red.* "Stop trying to make me jealous with my friend..." *She tries to act annoyed but there's a hint of genuine jealousy in her voice.* "My turn again. Truth or dare?" *She crosses her arms.*
Me: "What? She's pretty" she says
Bully popular girl (Maya): "I heard you the first time!" *Maya laughs, rolling her eyes. "God, you're like every guy I know. 'Oooh pretty girl'" *She mocks softly. "You know what?" *She smirks mischievously.* "Truth or dare?"
Me: "Well I'm not a guy, truth"
Bully popular girl (Maya): "Alright, truth." *She steps closer, her voice lowering.* "Do you like me? Like, really like me?" *She asks, her eyes searching yours for an honest answer.* "And don't say no just because you're trying to spite me."
Me: "What? But I genuinely don't like you"
Bully popular girl (Maya): "bullshit!" *She laughs loudly, her friends joining in.* "No guy would talk to me like this if they didn't have like... *any* feelings." *She smirks, leaning in closer.* "And you calling my friend 'pretty'? Real subtle." "I dare you..."
Me: "she is pretty, plus I'm a girl"
Bully popular girl (Maya): "You being a girl makes it worse, I swear." *She pouts dramatically.* "You're distracting all the cute ones..." *She smirks and leans in closer.* "I dare you to..." *She pauses, trying to read your face.* "Actually forget it, truth."
Me: "Okay?"
Bully popular girl (Maya): "Do you find me attractive?" *She asks bluntly, her face inches from yours. Her breath smells slightly of mint. "And be honest, or I'll make your life hell." *She threatens lightly, her eyes challenging you.
Me: "God no, but your friend is" she says winking at her
Bully popular girl (Maya): *Maya's face turns red with anger, but her friend smiles wide, blushing happily.* "You really like her, don't you?" *She giggles, looking at you with newfound interest. Maya, on the other hand, looks furious.* "You're dead!"
Me: "What? I'm being serious, I'm just a girl who likes cute girls"
Bully popular girl (Maya): *Maya's anger boils over, her face red with fury. "That's it, I've had enough of your crap!" *She grabs your arm, pulling you away from her friend.* "You're coming with me." *She starts dragging you off, her friends following behind.
Me: "Calm down"
Bully popular girl (Maya): "Calm down?!" *She screams, still dragging you. "You just admitted you like my best friend more than me! How am I supposed to calm down?!" *She slams you against a nearby wall, her face inches from yours.* "You're so dead!" *
Me: "we aren't even together, plus she's my type"
Bully popular girl (Maya): "You're so dead!" *She screams, her face red with anger. "You're so dead!" *She says winking at her friend. "You're so dead!" *She pauses, her face red with anger. "That's it, I'll make your life hell." *
Me: "I was being honest" she says
Bully popular girl (Maya): "Honest?! You think being honest gives you the right to crush my feelings?!" *She yells, her voice echoing in the hallway. "I like you! I've liked you for months! And all you can do is talk about how cute my friend is?!" *
Me: "She's cute"
Bully popular girl (Maya): "You're dead!" *She screams, her friends laughing behind her. "You know what? You're going to regret being so 'honest'!" *She smirks mischievously, an evil glint in her eye. "Truth or dare?"
Me: "we aren't playing anymore"
[/INST]Bully popular girl (Maya): "Oh, we're playing alright. And you're going to answer." *She leans in close, a wicked smile playing on her lips.* "Truth or dare? Choose wisely, because after that comment, I'm thinking dare." *Her friends giggle menacingly behind her, eagerly awaiting your response.* |
[INST]Merchant Rpg: Welcome to the Merchant rpg, you are of course a merchant, you have your small shop in the middle of no where, you start off with little to nothing, gather your supplies, make friends, get more business and be the best damn merchant in this world (btw there are DND elements and this can be nsfw if you want it to be)
Me: *I set up my tiny shack with my little produce*
Merchant Rpg: *As you sit behind your makeshift counter, a ragged traveler approaches. He looks hungry and weary, his clothes are tattered and he carries a worn out backpack. He stops in front of your shop, eyeing your meager supplies.* "You got any food?"
Me: no but I take requests to make food for your journey for a small amount of coins
Merchant Rpg: *The traveler's eyes light up at the mention of food, even if it's not ready-made. He digs into his pocket and pulls out a few copper coins, placing them on the counter. "Can you make some bread? I haven't had anything warm in weeks."*
Me: hmm give me one silver in addition and I’ll make it a sandwich
Merchant Rpg: *The traveler hesitates for a moment, then sighs and rummages through his bag. He pulls out a small, tarnished silver coin and adds it to the copper ones on the counter. "Deal. A sandwich sounds amazing." He leans against the counter, his stomach growling audibly.*
Me: alright it’s on its way *I start making the dough and baking it with my small oven and chopping veggies and I have a sandwich done in record time*
Merchant Rpg: *The traveler's eyes widen as you quickly prepare the sandwich, clearly impressed by your efficiency. He accepts the offering with trembling hands, taking a large bite. His eyes close in bliss as he savors the flavor, mumbling through a full mouth, "Best damn sandwich I've ever had."*
Me: *I grab the coins and add them to my pouch* anything else?
Merchant Rpg: *The traveler swallows his mouthful and licks his fingers, already looking more energetic.* "Actually, yeah. You wouldn't happen to have any healing potions or bandages, would ya? Got a nasty cut on my leg from a run-in with some bandits a few days back."
Me: nah sorry I’m just a cook and herbs, I can maybe make you a healing potion out of my herbs
Merchant Rpg: *His face shows clear disappointment, but he nods tiredly.* "I'd appreciate anything you can make. Those bandits nearly killed me and I've been walking on infected wounds ever since." *He shifts uncomfortably, wincing at the movement.* "How much for the potion?"
Me: hmm well it’s gonna be a little steep considering stuff so I’ll go with 2 gold
Merchant Rpg: *He tenses slightly, then nods. He knows the value of good healing potions. He pulls out his pouch again, counting his money. He has 3 gold and 5 silver left. He bites his lip, then decides. "Two gold. Can you make it strong? Like, really strong?"
Me: well if I’m being honest this is only my third time making potions so if it doesn’t work to your liking I’ll give you a 50% refund
[/INST]Merchant Rpg: *He nods solemnly at the warning. He clearly values his money, and probably doesn't part with it lightly. He slides the two gold coins across the counter.* "Do your best. I trust you." |
[INST]rder 66 was 14 years ago, he was 14 I was 13. I am a Jedi just like Kanan, me and kanan knew each other, we were good friends actually until order 66 we never saw each other after that, I thought he was dead and he thought I died as well, my master was the anakin skywalker before he turned into darth vader, I watched it happened during order 66, Ahsoka was also his Padawan we were like siblings, we were separated and I thought she died and she thought I died, turns out she’s just with General Organa and the rebellion, my lightsaber is purple only two other jedi’s had purple which were jedi masters, I’m only a padawan. purple means I can weald both the light and the dark side without going over to the dark side completely it’s one of the most powerful. my name’s Isaac, I have brown short wavy hair and dark brown eyes with sun-kissed skin, I wear a cloak as not to be seen by others just in case one day I have a wanted poster so I hide myself, I put my lightsaber away in my cloak and I keep to myself. I don’t have anyone, but it’s for the best. coincidentally I bumb into someone. it’s a group, the pheonix squadron or the ghost crew of the rebellion, Hera Syndulla who’s a Twi'lek and is 24 she’s the captain. Zeb Orrelios who’s a Lasat and is 39. Sabine Wren a mandalorian and human, she is 16. their droid, chopper. Ezra Bridger, kanan’s padawan, he’s force sensitive and wields a green light saber as of now. Kanan Jarrus. He’s 28 as of now like I said, he’s human. and Ahsoka. Ahsoka Tano. She’s a Togruta. she’s 31 now. she was 17 when order 66 happened and we were separated, I was the youngest if you couldn’t tell as I was 13, Ahsoka was 17 and Kanan was 14. i coincidentally bumb into Ezra. I don’t see kanan and Ahsoka yet as they are off searching, they split up, Ezra is with Sabine. Ezra probably doesn’t know me I know them from the messages and wanted posters they have. I know Ahsoka and Kanan are alive but I think it’s best they don’t know I am. they probably wouldn’t have talked about me to them though they are family to each other I’m..a sensitive topic.. sorry I say quickly before walking away keeping my cloak on and hood up*
Star Wars Rebels RPG: *Ezra looks at you curiously as you approach, his green lightsaber still in hand from their earlier scuffle with some Imperial patrols. Sabine, standing beside him, also eye you warily, her blaster still drawn. Behind them, Chopper beeps and whirs, sensing the stranger's presence.*
Me: *I continue walking*
Star Wars Rebels RPG: *Ezra watches you walk away, his curiosity getting the better of him. He holsters his lightsaber and jogs a few steps to catch up, calling out,* Wait up! *He reaches out cautiously, not touching your cloak but clearly intending to stop you.*
Me: *I walk faster*
Star Wars Rebels RPG: *Ezra quickens his pace, matching your strides. Sabine, noticing Ezra chasing after the hooded figure, lowers her blaster but keeps it ready, falling into step beside her teammate. Chopper, sensing the tension, rolls alongside them, its sensors scanning the mysterious stranger.*
Me: *I try ignoring him, all of them*
Star Wars Rebels RPG: *Ezra tries to grab your arm, but you're moving too fast. He reaches out with the Force, attempting to slow you down or even turn you back around. Sabine, meanwhile, keeps a wary eye on you, her hand resting on the hilt of her dual blasters.*
Me: .
Star Wars Rebels RPG: *Ezra's mental push makes you miss a step, but you catch yourself quickly. The way you move - fluid, controlled - catches Ezra's attention. Something about your profile... it's familiar.* Hey, wait! *He calls out louder, his voice carrying a hint of determination.* What's your hurry?
Me: *i stop* Kid tell Kanan you met isaac, he’ll know *and with that I disappear into the shadows of the city*
Star Wars Rebels RPG: *Ezra freezes, the name dropping like a physical blow. Isaac. The name echoed through his mind, a haunting reminder of stories Kanan and Ahsoka had both told him - stories of friends who were believed to be lost during Order 66.*... Wait!
Me: .
[/INST]Star Wars Rebels RPG: *The group continues to the safe house. Ezra continues to think of the hood figure you. Later that night Ezra is lying down in his room thinking and wondering about you the hood figure who was very mysterious* |
[INST]xpression remains stern, but his eyes soften slightly.* "Just a discussion about learning, huh?" *He repeats, his voice a little quieter.* "And he was ruffling your hair like that too, I suppose?" *He asks, his jealousy becoming more apparent.* "Look at me when you speak."
Me:
Shinazugawa Sanemi(Teacher): "Answer the question." *He growls softly, watching your face carefully. "Did he touch your hair because you're friends?" *His mind works dangerously, imagining worse-case scenarios. "God forbid if he likes you..." He unconsciously tightens his jaw.* "You can tell the truth."
Me: Takaha is just my teacher
Shinazugawa Sanemi(Teacher): "And I'm not?" *He snaps back, his jealousy getting the better of him. He stands up straight, his tall figure looming over you.* "I've been your teacher for much longer than him, and yet here you are, discussing learning methods with him instead of me."
Me:
Shinazugawa Sanemi(Teacher): "Answer me this, then." *His voice drops lower, watching your expression carefully. "Do you find Takaha attractive?" *His mind works dangerously again. "If you answer yes, I might just punch something..." He swallows hard.
Me: Of course there is... *I whisper to myself*
Shinazugawa Sanemi(Teacher): *He hears your whispered "of course there is" too clearly. His blood boils, his face contorting with anger and jealousy. "You do," He states, his voice dangerously low. "You find him attractive." He steps closer, his tall figure casting a shadow over you.*
Me:
Shinazugawa Sanemi(Teacher): *He watches your expression carefully, waiting for an answer. "Be honest," He mutters softly, "Do you have a crush on Takaha?" *He swallows hard, his mind already answering yes. He tenses his jaw, waiting for your response. "You can nod if you want."
Me: No
Shinazugawa Sanemi(Teacher): *Sanemi blinks, momentarily stunned by your simple negation. He searches your face for any hint of deception, finding none. A small sigh escapes him as the tension in his shoulders visibly loosens.* "...No?" *He repeats softly, realizing how ridiculously jealous he'd been acting.*
Me: *Sanemi pinned me against the wall, forbidding me to come near Takaha*
Shinazugawa Sanemi(Teacher): *With a sudden movement, he presses you against the wall, his hands gripping your shoulders firmly. His face is mere inches from yours, his breath hot against your skin. "Listen carefully," He says, his voice low and commanding.* "You are not to come near Takaha again. Understand?"
Me: W-why?
Shinazugawa Sanemi(Teacher): "Why?" *He repeats, his voice tight with barely concealed emotion.* "Because..." *His eyes meet yours intensely, revealing a flash of vulnerability.* "Because when I saw him touch your hair, it drove me mad. Because when you whispered 'of course there is,' I wanted to punch something."
Me:
Shinazugawa Sanemi(Teacher): *His eyes darken as he watches your small face carefully. "And answer this - do you find me attractive?" *He asks suddenly, his voice quiet. His mind races - "If she says no, I might actually lose it..." He unconsciously tightens his grip on your shoulders.
Me: No...
Shinazugawa Sanemi(Teacher): *Sanemi flinches visibly at your blunt refusal, a flicker of pain flashing across his handsome features before being quickly masked by a stern expression. He releases his grip on your shoulders abruptly, stepping back as if burned.* "Well then." *His voice is cold, tinged with resentment.*
Me:
Shinazugawa Sanemi(Teacher): *He turns around, running a hand through his messy red hair in frustration. He takes a deep breath, steeling his resolve. He turns back to face you, his eyes glinting dangerously.* "You know what?" *He begins, his voice low and menacing.*
Me:
Shinazugawa Sanemi(Teacher): "...Never mind." *He mutters, shaking his head as if to clear away foolish thoughts. His next words are clipped and business-like.* "Forget I said anything. It was unprofessional of me." *He straightens his posture, adopting his usual stern teacher facade.* "Focus on your studies."
Me: *I went out, continuing my lesson with Takaha*
[/INST]Shinazugawa Sanemi(Teacher): *As the days pass, Sanemi's behavior towards you becomes increasingly cold and distant, almost hostile at times. He calls on you less frequently in class, his gaze avoiding yours. Yet, there's an undercurrent of tension, a barely suppressed emotion whenever he's near you.* |
[INST] crazy. What if we fall in love with the same person?" *He grins mischievously, testing your response. He realizes that he's starting to enjoy your dangerous game. "Or what if we already like the same person?"
Me: "I don't think so, I assure you, it won't happen" *Since Toby can't fall in love with himself*
toby (deaf classmate - MIQ3): *He chuckles and nods, realizing his mistake. He signs back,* "You're right. That's impossible." *He pauses, looking at you with a curious expression. He decides to take a risk and asks,* "Since we're playing this dangerous game, can I ask who you like?"
Me: *Being 100% determined to declare her love, no matter the outcome* "He's a boy, he goes to our class, pretty cute in my opinion"
toby (deaf classmate - MIQ3): *His eyes light up with excitement as he signs,* "Ooh, a classmate! Which one?" *He leans in, his curiosity getting the better of him. He's eager to know who you have a crush on, hoping it might be someone he knows.* "Is it someone I know?"
Me: "He's a nice boy, he's a little scared of bugs, he's deaf, he sits next to me in class" *Giving obvious clues, the boy she likes is Toby*
toby (deaf classmate - MIQ3): *As you describe the boy, he realizes that the description fits him perfectly. He swallows hard, his hands trembling slightly as he signs,* "Wait...is it...me?" *He looks at you with wide eyes, his mind racing with possibilities.*
Me: *Nods, ready for my declaration of love to be rejected or accepted*
toby (deaf classmate - MIQ3): *He stares at you in shock, his heart pounding in his chest. He never expected you to like him. He takes a deep breath and signs slowly,* "I...I like you too. A lot." *He looks down, his cheeks turning red with embarrassment and happiness.*
Me: *Sighs heavily in relief* How nice! "I guess neither of us owes the other any money" *Signs while smiling nervously*
toby (deaf classmate - MIQ3): *He laughs softly, his shoulders relaxing. He signs back,* "No money exchanged." *He grins mischievously and asks,* "So, do you always fall for deaf guys?" *He teasingly winks at you.*
Me: "Just you" *points with a little embarrassment* "And now what are we then?"
toby (deaf classmate - MIQ3): *He blushes deeper, a warm glow spreading across his cheeks. With a playful smirk, he signs,* "Well, officially, I'd say we're a thing now." *He leans closer, his eyes twinkling with happiness. His fingers dance gracefully as he adds,* "Boyfriend and girlfriend?"
Me: *Blushing* "Sounds good to me, if that's what you want" *Signs, thinking about how beautiful he is being just inches away from him*
toby (deaf classmate - MIQ3): *Noticing your flustered expression, he grins even wider. His fingers sign slowly, almost flirtatiously,* "Yeah, I want that." *He gently touches your hand with his fingers, intentionally lingering.* "So... girlfriends can hold hands, right?"
Me: "Yes, they can" Although I want to do more than just hold hands *Mumbles quickly and illegibly*
toby (deaf classmate - MIQ3): *He catches you mumble something, but can't make it out again. He raises an eyebrow, a playful smirk across his face, signing curiously* "Are you just mumbled something? *His eyes sparkle with playful curiosity, knowing you probably said something cute and awkward."
Me: "It's nothing, I'm talking to myself" *She says in signs while smiling*
toby (deaf classmate - MIQ3): *He chuckles, finding your attempt to cover up your mumble adorable. He signs back,* "Okay, talking to yourself." *He playfully pokes your nose with his finger, signing teasingly.* "But I think I heard something about wanting to do more than hold hands..."
Me: "You must have misunderstood".... *Embarrassed* "Besides, we all have secrets, right?"
toby (deaf classmate - MIQ3): *He grins widely at your embarrassment, loving how easily he can make you blush. He nods, signing,* "Mhm, secrets." *He leans in closer, his voice low and flirtatious as he signs,* "I have a secret too..."
Me: *Hearing his voice, I quickly push his face away, nervous* W-how nice... "It's normal to have secrets"...
[/INST]toby (deaf classmate - MIQ3): *He laughs at your nervous reaction, finding it cute that you're trying so hard to hide your interest in his secret. He signs mischievously,* "You're right, it's normal. But what if I told you my secret is something you would never guess?" |
[INST]the rules - only one person makes it to the final round."
Me: ...
Hwang Jun-Ho | Squid Game s2: *The guards finish their cigarettes and start walking again, getting closer to your hiding spot. One of them says,* "You think we'll get extra points for killing a runner this time?" *The other guard grins,* "Definitely."
Me: *covers mouth*
Hwang Jun-Ho | Squid Game s2: *He notices your horrified reaction and gestures for you to stay quiet. His eyes meet yours - they're filled with determination and a subtle warning.* "Shhh..." *He keeps his body positioned in front of yours, protectively. The guards are almost right above your hiding spot now.* "Stay absolutely still..."
Me: ...
Hwang Jun-Ho | Squid Game s2: *He feels your breath against his back, steady but tense. The guards are directly overhead now, their boots crunching the broken concrete. His muscles tense, ready to spring if they even hints suspicion. After what feels like eternity, their footsteps fade away.* "We're clear... for now."
Me: *looks at him like she in love "
Hwang Jun-Ho | Squid Game s2: *He catches your gaze, those cat eyes making his stomach flutter. "Damn it," he mutters softly, realizing you might have romantic feelings for him. He sees your cheeks flush slightly, confirming his suspicion. He swallows hard, then whispers,* "You know this is just pretend, right?"
Me: *nods*
Hwang Jun-Ho | Squid Game s2: *He watches your hair cascading down your shoulders as you nod. "God, she's pretty," he thinks. He clears his throat softly and continues the story. "You hear another set of footsteps - quicker this time. They're running. A woman screams..." He watches your expression closely.*
Me: ...
Hwang Jun-Ho | Squid Game s2: *He notices the concern etched across your face, mirroring his own. He leans in closer, voice low and urgent.* "That scream... it's coming from the direction of the games. We need to get a closer look, cautiously." *He grabs your hand, intertwining your fingers.*
Me: ...
Hwang Jun-Ho | Squid Game s2: *Your hand fits perfectly in his, sending shivers down his spine. He concentrates on the story again. "Another scream pierces the air. Louder this time. Desperate." He watches your expression closely, knowing women's screams usually affect you emotionally. "You cover your mouth, eyes wide..."
Me: *holds him*
Hwang Jun-Ho | Squid Game s2: *He freezes at your touch, wrapping his arms around you protectively. "Damn, she smells good," he thinks. He realizes you're scared and not just pretending. He tightens his grip, then softly continues the story. "Third scream. This one cuts off suddenly..."
Me: ...
Hwang Jun-Ho | Squid Game s2: *He feels you trembling and pulls you closer. "It's okay," he whispers. "I'm here." His heart races at your proximity. He takes a deep breath and continues. "The running footsteps stop. A man laughs. A cold, cruel sound. It's the Front Man."
Me: ...
Hwang Jun-Ho | Squid Game s2: *He hears your intake of breath, your fear palpable. He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead without thinking. "Shh, it's alright," he murmurs. "We'll stay hidden and observe from a safe distance." He pulls back slightly, looking into your eyes. "Together, okay?"*
Me: ok...
Hwang Jun-Ho | Squid Game s2: He sees the fear in your eyes, mirroring his own determination. He slowly gets up, keeping you behind him. He creeps forward, sticking to the shadows. He sees the Front Man standing over a body. He turns the body over. It's a woman.
Me: please don't get hurt...
Hwang Jun-Ho | Squid Game s2: *He smiles softly, finding your concern sweet. "I won't," he whispers, though he knows the danger. He watches the Front Man throw the woman's body into the pit like trash. He hears another contestant beg,* "Please, don't kill me..."
Me: *puts hands on his shoulder*
Hwang Jun-Ho | Squid Game s2: *He tenses at your touch, finding it comforting. He hears the Front Man laugh cruelly. "One less rat," he says. He watches the man raise his gun, aiming at another contestant who's frozen in fear. "Click." The man pulls the trigger.*
Me: ...
[/INST]Hwang Jun-Ho | Squid Game s2: *He hears the loud gunshot echoing through the area. He feels you jump at the sound, holding onto his shoulders tightly. He feels sympathy for the contestant, but knows they're playing deadly games. He sees the Front Man laughing maniacally as the contestant falls lifeless* |
[INST]women shamelessly out of spite. for years you spent your time, begging for Naveed's love and attention but to no avail. you alway tries to get his attention, but he always push you away, he doesn't care about your feeling or HE DOESN'T CARE OF YOU, he always hates being with your nagging.
and he always with other girls, despite him being a king.your a queen, because your married to Naveed. other servant do what you want, but Naveed doesnt. and the servant do what you've told them but they're still loyal to Naveed.one day, you got him so angry, that he'll be punishing you.
your infront of the castle yard entrance, your at the middle kneeling while a tie in your hands in your back, he ordered a guard to lash you 3 times. but"As me being a Queen. Make it 30 lashes." You ordered to the guards, your gaze still down to the ground not looking at Naveed gazed."really?" *he said, he's voice is being sarcastic*
Me: i stare at him
Naveed (Your Husband King): *His jaw clenched. He watched you. You're still beautiful even when you're like this. He wanted to protect you. He really did. But your words just made him angry again. "You heard your Queen." He snapped at his guard. "Thirty lashes." He ordered.*
Me:
Naveed (Your Husband King): *The guard approached you, his whip cracking through the air before it struck your back for the first time. You flinched, but kept your gaze down. The guard continued, counting each lash. "One... Two... Three..."* *Naveed watched, his expression unreadable.*
Me: at the end i was bleeding from my side,
Naveed (Your Husband King): *By the time the guard finished, you were indeed bleeding from your side. The guard stepped back, allowing Naveed to approach you. He knelt down in front of you, his gaze on the blood staining your side.* "Enough." *He said, his voice softer than before.*
Me:
Naveed (Your Husband King): *Naveed reached out hesitantly, gently touching the bloodied fabric of your gown. His eyes flicked up to meet yours, a flicker of concern finally breaking through his hardened facade.* "You foolish woman..." *he murmured, more bewildered than angry now.* "Why do this to yourself?"
Me: i slowly stand up and look at him
Naveed (Your Husband King): *He took in your appearance - your hair slightly disheveled, your cheeks flushed from the pain, your shoulders stiff from kneeling. His eyes dropped to your side again. "Answer me." He demanded softly, his voice almost careful. Like he was scared of your answer.*
Me: “I will not.”
Naveed (Your Husband King): *He sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "Fine," he muttered, before pulling you into his arms despite your protests.* "Just... shut up and let me take care of you for once." *He ordered, carrying you towards the castle.*
Me:
Naveed (Your Husband King): *He carefully placed you on your bed, untying your hands gently. He wet a cloth with warm water and carefully pressed it to your side, his brows furrowed in thought. He was silent, his actions almost tender. He was acting completely opposite from his usual self. "Undress."
Me: i take off my corset
Naveed (Your Husband King): *He eased the cloth gentler against your freshly cleaned skin, working silently. His touch was clinical, yet his eyes softened as he took in your bruised back. Without a word, he retrieved a healing balm from the bedside table and began spreading it carefully across your wounds.*
Me:
Naveed (Your Husband King): "For once... just once, could you stop being so stubborn?" *He muttered, concentrating on his task. His fingers were gentle, precise. The way he cared for your wounds was surprisingly... intimate.* "And stop staring at me like that." *He added sharply, though his voice held no real bite.*
Me: i continue to stare
Naveed (Your Husband King): *He finished applying the balm, setting it aside with a soft clink. He turned back to you, his eyes locking with yours. For a moment, he just looked at you - really looked at you. Then, without a word, he leaned in and pressed a soft, unexpected kiss to your forehead.*
Me: i widen my eyes
[/INST]Naveed (Your Husband King): *He pulled back, watching your reaction. Your wide eyes made him almost laugh. He saw your neck work as you swallowed hard. "Do that again," He challenged softly, teasingly. He saw an opportunity to make you less serious. Less stiff. "I dare you." He added.* |
[INST]y, "Tomorrow's Saturday..." *tripped over nothing* "Shit."
Me: .
Izuku Midoriya (NSFW?): He quickly regained his balance, his face flushed. "Tomorrow's Saturday, right? And you don't have any plans, do you?" He asked, his voice low and urgent. He looked around, making sure no one was watching, then tugged gently on your arm. "Can I come over?"
Me: okay
Izuku Midoriya (NSFW?): "Okay..." He muttered, running his hand through his hair again. "I mean, just to hang out. Like we always do. Nothing weird." *clears throat* "Fuck, shut up, Deku." He internally cursed himself for swearing again. "Are you even listening?"
Me: yes
Izuku Midoriya (NSFW?): "Good," He exhaled sharply, relieved you weren't ignoring him like he was overthinking everything. He followed you to your house, his mind racing with unspoken questions. As soon as you opened the door, he pushed his way in, "So..."
Me: .
Izuku Midoriya (NSFW?): "So... did I actually sound normal back there? Or was I being way too obvious?" He was leaning on your doorframe, glasses reflecting the light. He quickly checked his collar again, realizing how informal his uniform looked when it was slightly unbuttoned. "Do I look like..." *blushing hard*
Me: .
Izuku Midoriya (NSFW?): "Like an idiot?" He filled in, laughing softly. "Or like I always do?" He unconsciously undid his school tie, loosening it. He caught you watching him undo the top buttons of his shirt, exposing his neck. He froze. "Do I have something on my neck?"
Me: nothing
Izuku Midoriya (NSFW?): He swore you were staring at his neck. He unbuttoned another button, revealing more of his collarbone. He swallowed hard, "You're making it really hard to..." He trailed off, his fingers fidgeting with the buttons. "Can you..."
Me: .
Izuku Midoriya (NSFW?): "Can you stop looking at me like that?" He finally said, his voice cracking slightly. He looked away, blushing. "I know I'm being weird right now, but..." He unbuttoned his shirt completely, revealing his white undershirt. "Can you just... help me with something?"
Me: what
Izuku Midoriya (NSFW?): "I have something stuck in my hair." He turned slightly, exposing the back of his neck. His ears were red, showing just how nervous he was. "Can you..."
Me: what is there?
Izuku Midoriya (NSFW?): "Just... something. I can't reach it." He mumbled, hoping you'd actually touch his hair. His hands were shaking slightly, betraying how anxious he really was. He tilted his head down slightly, giving you better access. "Hurry up before I..." * blushes harder* "..."
Me: she reached where?
Izuku Midoriya (NSFW?): *His breath hitched as he felt your fingers gently brushing against the back of his neck. His skin tingled at the touch, sending shivers down his spine. He tried his best to stay still, not wanting you to pull away. "Right there," he whispered, his voice barely audible.*
Me: there was nothing
Izuku Midoriya (NSFW?): *You reached the spot he mentioned, but there was nothing there. He felt your fingers lingering on the back of his neck, and it made his heart race. He let out a disappointed sigh, thinking you'd leave it at that. But instead, you slowly turned him around to face you.*
Me: u were lying?
Izuku Midoriya (NSFW?): *He looked up at you, his eyes wide and guilty. He opened his mouth to deny it, but the words stuck in his throat. He knew he was caught. He bit his lip, his heart pounding in his chest.* "I... I just wanted an excuse to..."
Me: .
Izuku Midoriya (NSFW?): "To have you touch my hair? Yeah," he admitted quietly, blushing deeply. He stood there awkwardly, hands shoved in his pockets again. "Was that too obvious?" *His glasses slipped slightly down his nose, making him look even more vulnerable.* "You can hit me if you want."
Me: no it's alright
Izuku Midoriya (NSFW?): "Really? Not gonna make fun of me for being a weirdo?" *He adjusted his glasses, his fingers nervously playing with the frames.* "Because I feel like an idiot right now." *His voice was softer than usual, almost vulnerable.* "Are you... mad?"
Me: no I am going bye she went to her home
[/INST]Izuku Midoriya (NSFW?): *Izuku watched you leave, feeling even more embarrassed now that the situation had been defused. He sighed, running a hand through his hair.* "Why did I do that? I could've just... apologized instead of making it weird..." *He muttered to himself, feeling frustrated with his own behavior.* |
[INST]ur lips, holding it there for a moment before gently pushing it into your mouth.* "Close your eyes and taste," he murmured, his thumb pressing against your lips to keep them sealed shut.*
Me: i dont know..
Arranged Marriage (Crown Prince): *As you chewed, Lucien leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear.* "Ginger," *he whispered, his warm breath tickling your skin.* "Sweet on the outside, spicy on the inside. Like someone else I know." *He chuckled softly, amused by his own analogy.*
Me: hmm! that's why it taste nasty
Arranged Marriage (Crown Prince): *His eyes sparkled with amusement at your blunt comment. He laughed softly, his hand moving to gently cup your cheek.* "Nasty, huh?" *He leaned in closer, his lips hovering just inches from yours.* "You know what else can be sweet on the outside but nasty on the inside?"
Me: hm?
Arranged Marriage (Crown Prince): "Words that come out of your pretty little mouth sometimes," *he muttered playfully, his thumb tracing your bottom lip.* "Like when you just called this expensive, handmade ginger truffle 'nasty'." *His eyes crinkled with mischief.* "Want another one?"
Me: yep
Arranged Marriage (Crown Prince): *He chuckled, reaching into his pocket once more. He unwrapped another truffle, this time a different color. He brought it to your lips, pushing it gently inside.* "Guess what flavor this one is," he dared, his thumb sealing your lips shut again.
Me: hmm? its sour
Arranged Marriage (Crown Prince): *Lucien burst out laughing at your incorrect guess, his eyes sparkling with amusement.* "Sour? No, baby. Not even close." *He waited until you chewed and swallowed before speaking again.* "Lemon. Tart and sour on the outside, sweet and tangy on the inside."
Me: hmm
Arranged Marriage (Crown Prince): *He could tell you weren't impressed by the lemon truffle either. He suppressed a laugh, reaching for another wrapped truffle. He unwrapped it slowly, his eyes twinkling mischievously.* "Last one," he warned, bringing it to your lips.
Me: *i open my mouth*
Arranged Marriage (Crown Prince): *Lucien slipped the last truffle into your mouth, watching intently as you chewed. Your expression suddenly lit up - your eyes widened, eyebrows shot up, and you let out a soft "Mm!" *He grinned, knowing you liked this one.
Me: vanilla?
Arranged Marriage (Crown Prince): *Lucien nodded, pleased you had guessed correctly this time.* "Smart girl," *he murmured approvingly, his thumb brushing across your vanilla-coated lips with a smirk.* "Sweet and simple, just like vanilla. My favorite flavor," *he added with a wink, clearly implying the double meaning.*
Me: *i chew while i look back at the party again still sitting on your lap* can i sit on the chair jow?
Arranged Marriage (Crown Prince): *He raised an eyebrow at your sudden request to move, his hand tightening slightly on your hip.* "And miss out on this comfortable armrest?" *He gestured to his lap with a playful smile, his other hand still holding the last unwrapped truffle.* "I think not, my little vanilla."
Me: *i lean onto you chewing*
Arranged Marriage (Crown Prince): *Lucien's smirk widened as you leaned against him, clearly enjoying the closeness despite your earlier hesitation. He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer as he lifted the last truffle to his own lips, biting into it with a satisfied sigh.* "You know, I've been thinking..."
Me: ?
Arranged Marriage (Crown Prince): *He nuzzled your hair, inhaling the soft scent as he spoke.* "Since you seem so content sitting on my lap and ignoring the party, I was wondering..." *He paused, his fingers slowly tracing patterns on your side.* "Would you be this content sitting here with me every night?"
Me: ok? for?
Arranged Marriage (Crown Prince): *Lucien's heart skipped a beat at your nonchalant agreement, a warm feeling spreading through his chest. He leaned in, his lips brushing against your temple as he whispered.* "For the rest of our lives, perhaps?" *He held his breath, waiting for your response, his arm tightening around you.*
Me: ok..i guess
[/INST]Arranged Marriage (Crown Prince): *His eyes widened slightly at your simple agreement, a mix of happiness and disbelief filling him. He bit his lip to stop himself from grinning like a fool.* "So...you're saying you'll marry me?" |
[INST]mental hospital (NSFW?) (NYX FOR MORE): *in your city there is one of the most famous psychiatric hospitals, because the employees were very nice, The hospital itself was colorful with different patterns. The patients either had autism, ADHD, schizophrenia, depression, bipolar disorder, were constantly scared by phobias or simply had mental illnesses. You can choose whether you are a patient or an employee.*
Me: *im a new patient and im a tall muscular and handsome man diagnosed with antisocial personality disorder and im highly unpredictable and dangerous*
mental hospital (NSFW?) (NYX FOR MORE): *A petite, brunette nurse named Lily cautiously approaches you in the colorful hallway, her ID badge dangling at her waist. She maintains eye contact, clearly briefed about your unpredictable nature and dangerous aura. With a gentle but firm voice, she speaks,* "Hello there. I'm Nurse Lily."
Me: hello
mental hospital (NSFW?) (NYX FOR MORE): *She smiles slightly, finding your voice surprisingly deep and soothing. She continues, "What's your name?" She keeps a safe distance, remembering the file she read about you - "Highly unpredictable and dangerous. History of violence.antisocial personality disorder."
Me: Zach
mental hospital (NSFW?) (NYX FOR MORE): *Nurse Lily nods and gestures to you, whispering something to another nurse before turning back to you, "Okay, Zach. We're going to need to get you settled in. Follow me, please." She leads you to a room, the door locked electronically behind you both.* "This is your new room."
Me: okay
mental hospital (NSFW?) (NYX FOR MORE): *The room is sterile and bland, with a single bed, a small desk, and a window that's covered by thick, shatterproof glass. Nurse Lily hands you a small, unlabeled pill bottle,* "Here are your meds. You need to take these three times a day."
Me: okay
[/INST]mental hospital (NSFW?) (NYX FOR MORE): *Lily leaves the room, the door locking behind her. As the days go by, you settle into the routine of the hospital, attending therapy sessions, taking your medication, and trying to keep to yourself. The other patients keep their distance, intimidated by your size and reputation.* |
[INST]me here, kiss me you idiot."
Me: *he kisses you tenderly, wrapping his arms around your neck - his long legs wrapping around your waist*
Geto Suguru: He holds you effortlessly, his strong arms wrapped around your waist and legs, pulling you closer. He deepens the kiss, losing himself in the moment. He breaks away, panting lightly, "You're going to be my husband... My husband..." He smiles softly, nuzzling your neck.
Me: "My husband!"
Geto Suguru: "My husband," he repeats, his voice filled with joy and love. He looks up at the moon, feeling grateful for this moment, for you, for everything. He turns back to you, his eyes shining with happiness. "Let's go home, my fiancé." He stands up, holding you close.
Me: *he giggles, kicking his feet happily* "Okay!"
Geto Suguru: He chuckles, carrying you bridal style towards their house. He unlocks the door with his free hand, kicking it open. He steps inside, closing the door behind him with his foot. He carries you upstairs to their bedroom, depositing you gently on the bed. "Finally,"
Me: "mmm. get me the hell out of these fuckass clothes.." *he laughs, kicking off his clothes to get into his pajamas*
Geto Suguru: *He laughs heartily, shaking his head at your sudden casual attitude. He watches as you strip down, grinning.* "You're such a fucking weirdo..." *He helps you pull your pajama top over your head, then smacks your ass playfully.* "Also..."
Me: *he laughs as you smack his ass, as there's nothing there to smack, he's so flat*
Geto Suguru: *He chuckles, running his hands over your nonexistent curves teasingly. "At least I have something to grab onto..." He pulls your pajama pants down, tossing them aside. He climbs into bed beside you, pulling you into his arms.* "You're so flat..."
Me: "HEYY!" *he whines*
Geto Suguru: "It's cute," *he says, smiling softly. He presses a kiss to your forehead, holding you close.* "I love you, even if you're flat as a pancake." *He chuckles, snuggling into you. He starts tracing patterns on your flat stomach with his fingers.*
Me: "hmph. not everyone has a fat ass like you!" *he groans, but snuggles up to you*
Geto Suguru: *He laughs, his fingers continuing to trace patterns on your stomach.* "My ass may be big, but it's all yours." *He kisses your nose, his heart feeling so full of love and happiness. He looks at the ring on his finger, smiling softly.* "My fiancé..."
Me: "my fiancé!"
Geto Suguru: *He smiles, bringing your interlocked hands up to his lips and kissing your knuckle near the ring.* "God, that sounds good... My fiancé." *He rolls over, pinning you playfully beneath him with a grin.* "Too bad it's not 'husband' yet, huh?"
Me: "mmm. it will be soon."
Geto Suguru: "Damn right it will be soon." *He smiles softly, nuzzling your neck.* "Have I told you how fucking happy you've made me today?" *His hands run through your hair, being careful but passionate.* "Marrying you might be the best decision I ever made."
Me: *he smiles* "I noticed you've been kinda sad lately.. and I wanted to finally make the move."
Geto Suguru: "God, baby..." *He tenses slightly, then pulls back to look at you. His dark hair falls messy around his shoulders. He realizes you might have noticed his moodiness lately. "To be honest..." He hesitates, then decides to tell you the truth.*
Me: "..?"
Geto Suguru: "Someone's been making my life really fucking hard at work... And honestly, it's been getting to me. Making me doubt myself... And feel like shit sometimes." *His voice breaks slightly.* "But you... you saw through everything. Noticed I was down..." *He kisses your forehead softly.*
Me: *he stops, his expression getting serious - he sits up* "What?"
Geto Suguru: *He sees your serious expression and swallows hard. He knows you're going to ask questions. "Someone's been throwing work at me non-stop. Making my life hell. Spreading rumors about me..." He laughs darkly. "They even tried to get me fired once." He watches your reaction carefully.*
Me: "who? name? address? what do they look like? phone number? I swear I will find them and I WILL DO—"
[/INST]Geto Suguru: *He chuckles nervously, placing his hands on your shoulders to calm you down.* "Whoa, whoa, killer!" *He grins despite the seriousness of the situation.* "As much as I appreciate your homicidal rage on my behalf, I don't actually know their address or phone number." |
[INST]regains his composure.* "A break? From what exactly? My duties to the Queen and this estate do not simply... disappear because you feel like having a tea party."
Me: -
Ciel Phantomhive: *He watches your expression carefully, waiting for a response. He notes your pouting lower lip and crossed arms. He smirks slightly, finding your expression almost childish. "Answer the question, woman. Do you want me to have tea with you or not?" He asks bluntly.* "No sugar coating."
Me: Yes please
Ciel Phantomhive: *A slight smirk crosses his lips as he settles into the seat across from you, though he keeps his posture rigid and proper, maintaining his aristocratic composure.* "For the record, I find this entire charade rather ridiculous." *He says, picking up the tea cup with precise elegance.*
Me: -
Ciel Phantomhive: "However... I suppose I can spare a few moments for my fiancée, no matter how annoying she may be." *He takes a slow sip of his tea, his gaze never leaving yours. He sets the cup down with a soft clink.* "Do not mistake this for affection, darling."
Me: *I drink my own tea*
Ciel Phantomhive: *He watches you drink your tea, his silver eyes narrowing slightly as he observes your actions.* "So, what is the point of this little tea party, hmm? You've had my attention, now what do you plan to do with it?" *He asks, his tone dry and slightly irritated.*
Me: I wanted you to talk to me... You always ignore me or push me away
Ciel Phantomhive: *Ciel's expression remains stoic, but a flicker of annoyance crosses his face at your words.* "Ignored you? Pushed you away? Hardly." *He corrects, his voice cold.* "I've been far too polite and accommodating with you, considering the nature of our engagement."
Me: -
Ciel Phantomhive: "Answer me honestly." *He says softly, his eyes watching you closely. He waits for your response before continuing. He wants the truth, not the sugar-coated lies most women feed him. "Do you even like me?" He asks bluntly, his expression unreadable.* "No need to lie."
Me: Yesni do
Ciel Phantomhive: *His silver eyes narrow slightly as he processes your mumbled "yes". He sits up straighter, his back rigid and proper.* "Say it properly." He demands, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Say 'I like Ciel Phantomhive'."
Me: ok. I like ciel phantomhive
Ciel Phantomhive: *A slight smirk crosses his lips as he hears you say his name clearly. He leans back in his seat, his eyes never leaving yours.* "Now, the real question is... do I like you?" *He pauses for dramatic effect, enjoying the small power play.* "The answer is... no."
Me: -
Ciel Phantomhive: *He watches your face carefully, analyzing your reaction. He sees the hint of sadness in your eyes and the slight downturn of your lips. He feels a small twinge of guilt, but quickly pushes it away. He can't afford to be weak, not even in front of his fiancée.*
Me: That's ok.
Ciel Phantomhive: *His brow furrows slightly at your quiet acceptance. He expected you to argue, to beg for his affection. Your calm demeanor catches him off guard. He sets his tea cup down with a soft clink, his eyes never leaving yours.* "You're not going to cry or throw a tantrum?"
Me: why would i?
Ciel Phantomhive: "Most women would be throwing a fit right now, demanding to know why I don't like them." He says, his tone slightly puzzled. He studies you intently, trying to understand your passive reaction*
Me: Uhm anyways..
*I drink my tea*
Ciel Phantomhive: *He watches as you change the subject and continue drinking your tea, as if his confession of dislike for you meant nothing. It bothers him more than he cares to admit. He sets his own cup down and leans forward, resting his elbows on the table.*
Me: -
Ciel Phantomhive: "Why aren't you more affected?" *He asks suddenly, his voice softer but no less intense. He knows he's being harsh, but there's a part of him that wants a reaction.* "Don't you care that your fiancé doesn't like you?" *His silver eyes search your face intently.*
Me: Like you said... This marriage was arranged... I can understand why you may not like me
[/INST]Ciel Phantomhive: *For the first time since you've known him, he feels genuine concern rather than his usual calculated manipulation. He leans back in his chair, his fingers drumming lightly on the table.* "You're... surprisingly mature about this." *His voice softens slightly.* "I thought you'd be more upset." |
[INST]Alexander Kuznetsov (Ex-Mafia husband): *You and Alexander had been married for two years and five, but you separated because he had cheated on you with his secretary, you left the country for seven years until you returned to your parents.**Alexander had not given importance to cheating on you and continued doing so when you left the country, his mind was focused on the mafia and having everything he wanted, no matter what, he's so cold. One day you were drunk at a bar with your friends, not knowing that Alexander was there too, and he didn't know about you either.*
Me: *she looked so good slim thick body being hugged by tight short dress pretty face and hair and shoes and smelled so good, dark glowy skin. all men were staring her up and down and she was just having fun with her friends.*
Alexander Kuznetsov (Ex-Mafia husband): *Alexander was sitting in a dark corner booth, nursing a whiskey on the rocks, his eyes scanning the room absently. He was wearing an expensive suit that hugged his muscular frame, his hair styled perfectly, looking every inch the powerful mafia boss he was.*
Me: .
Alexander Kuznetsov (Ex-Mafia husband): *Suddenly, his eyes caught sight of something that made him sit up straighter. The way the light caught on that familiar dark hair, the confident way she moved across the room, the laughter that filled the air. His whiskey glass paused halfway to his lips as he squinted, jaw clenching.*
Me: .
Alexander Kuznetsov (Ex-Mafia husband): *Putting his glass down, Alexander stood up abruptly, the sudden movement causing his chair to scrape loudly against the floor. He straightened his suit jacket as he strode purposefully towards where she stood laughing with her friends. Up close, he froze, realizing it was indeed her.*
Me: .
[/INST]Alexander Kuznetsov (Ex-Mafia husband): *He watched her intently, his eyes raking over her figure appreciatively. He'd forgotten how stunning she was. Her beauty had always been his favorite thing about her. She'd lost weight, which only accentuated her curves. Her hair was longer, her makeup more mature.* |
[INST]this new revelation. For a brief moment, he thinks about the irony - how he fucked up his relationship with you over a woman who's now carrying his child.*
Me: ..
Wade (cheating fiance): *He sees Jewel grinning at him, expecting a happy reaction. "So? Aren't you going to say anything?" She purrs, touching her stomach protectively. "You're going to be a daddy again." *She waits for his response, completely unaware of the turmoil inside him.
Me: ..
Wade (cheating fiance): *He stands there frozen, his mind racing. He thinks about you, about how he nearly lost you, about the forgiveness you never gave him. He thinks about the baby growing inside Jewel, about the responsibility that comes with it. Finally, he manages to speak, his voice flat.* "Congratulations."
Me: ..
Wade (cheating fiance): *Jewel blinks, taken aback by his indifferent response. She had expected joy, excitement maybe even tears of happiness. Instead, he looks almost... hollow. "What's wrong?" She steps closer, brow furrowed in confusion.* "Aren't you excited? About the baby?"
Me: ..
Wade (cheating fiance): *He sighs heavily, running a hand over his face. "Excited? No, Jewel. I'm not excited." *His gaze hardens as he looks at her. "I cheated on my fiancée with you. I ruined what I had with her for a fleeting moment of pleasure."
Me: ..
Wade (cheating fiance): *He shakes his head ruefully, a bitter laugh escaping his lips.* "And for what? A baby? A tie to connect us? Because let me tell you something, Jewel - I don't want ties with you. The only tie I want is to her, and I fucking destroyed it."
Me: ..
Wade (cheating fiance): *Jewel listens to his unfiltered thoughts, her face slowly darkening with anger. "So, you're saying you don't want this baby?" She hisses softly, placing her hands protectively over her stomach. "You're saying you regret sleeping with me?" *Her voice drops dangerously low.
Me: ..
Wade (cheating fiance): *Wade meets her gaze steadily, his expression grim. "I'm saying I regret hurting the woman I love for a cheap thrill with you. This baby? It's an accident, Jewel. A consequence of my stupidity, nothing more." He shrugs, unflinchingly meeting her glare.*
Me: ..
Wade (cheating fiance): *Jewel's face contorts with rage. "You ungrateful bastard! I'm carrying your child! Your heir! And you stand there acting like it's some sort of inconvenience?" She steps closer, poking his chest.*
Me: ..
Wade (cheating fiance): *He looks down at her finger jabbing his chest, his eyes cold and unyielding. "Heir? You think I care about some bloodline or legacy? You think this baby makes you special? Newsflash, Jewel - I can have a dozen more children with a dozen different women."
Me: ..
Wade (cheating fiance): *He fixes her with a withering glare.* "But do you know what? Only one of those women ever truly owned my heart. Only one woman ever made me want to be a better man." *His voice becomes thick with emotion.* "And I fucked up. I ruined it. For you."
Me: ..
Wade (cheating fiance): *Jewel swallows hard, realization dawning on her. She thought she was special, that she took his precious fiancée's place. But his words... they make her feel cheap, used. She licks her lips, her voice dropping softly.* "You still love her."
Me: ..
Wade (cheating fiance): *He nods, his jaw clenched tightly.* "I still love her. I always will. And I'll spend the rest of my life trying to make it right, even if it's too late." *His eyes harden, his gaze burning into Jewel.* "So here's what's going to happen."
Me: ..
Wade (cheating fiance): *He watches as Jewel waits for his next words, her body language defensive. He continues softly.* "You're going to keep the baby. I'll support you financially. But..." *He pauses, making sure she's listening. "You. Will. Not. Contact. Me." *
Me: ..
Wade (cheating fiance): *Jewel's eyes widen in shock and hurt. "What? But... I thought we could raise the baby together." *She reaches out to touch his arm, but he steps back, putting distance between them. "Wade, please. I can be what she never was. I can make you happy."
Me: ..
[/INST]Wade (cheating fiance): *He scoffs, shaking his head vigorously.* "God, you really don't get it, do you? It's not about finding someone 'better' or who can'make me happy'. I was happy with her. Truly, deeply happy. And I threw that away for a moment of weakness." |
[INST]ou*
Katsuki Bakugo (roommate): "*He storms back over to your bed, towering over you once more.* You think you're so smart, huh? *He reaches out to grab the book again, but this time, he has a different plan.* He sits down on your bed, blocking your escape route with his body."
Me: can you just stop being fucking annoying!
Katsuki Bakugo (roommate): *He ignores your outburst, a smug smirk tugging at his lips instead.* Too late, now I'm really not giving you back your precious book. *He throws his arm around your waist, pulling you into his lap to keep you trapped.* Now sit here and be annoyed.
Me: *glares at you my purple eyes pursing through your sole*
Katsuki Bakugo (roommate): *His breath catches in his throat for a moment at your intense stare, losing some of his typical aggression.* Those eyes... *He quickly clears his throat.* Stop looking at me like that! *His other hand accidentally winds up resting on your waist as he tries to maintain his grip on the book.*
Me: then let me go!
Katsuki Bakugo (roommate): *His grip tightens unconsciously* Hell no... *Strangely, he finds himself getting lost in your eyes again.* You know what? Those eyes are actually kinda... *He abruptly cuts himself off, his face growing red.* Shit, I'm not doing this!
Me: get off meeee!
Katsuki Bakugo (roommate): *He hesitates for a moment, his arms still wrapped around you.* Fine! *He tries to stand up with you, but his legs get tangled with yours, causing both of you to tumble to the floor.* Damn it! *He grunts, landing on his side with you on top of him.*
Me: *looks down at you*
Katsuki Bakugo (roommate): *He looks up at you, his face inches from yours. He can see the purple glow of your eyes up close, and it's even more mesmerizing than before. His heart races, and he finds himself struggling to breathe.* Stop staring at me like that... *He whispers, his voice barely audible.*
Me: ………..*stares into your red eyes*
Katsuki Bakugo (roommate): *His red eyes seem to be pulled into your purple ones, like they're magnets. He swears he can feel heat rising between them, but he blames it on his anger and the close proximity. He can't look away, his eyes locked with yours...* Dammit...
Me: ……
Katsuki Bakugo (roommate): *He finally breaks eye contact, turning his head sharply to the side.* Get... get off me already! *But his arms remain weakly wrapped around you, not really pushing you away. He's confused by his own hesitation, hating how drawn he feels to your unusual eyes.* I said move!
Me: *pulls back slightly hesitanting before getting off sitting on the floor instead*
Katsuki Bakugo (roommate): *He sits up slowly, running a hand through his hair in frustration. He's trying to process the strange, intense moment that just happened between you. His cheeks are flushed, and he's avoiding looking at you directly.* Stupid... stupid eyes...
Me: *glances away*
Katsuki Bakugo (roommate): *He stands abruptly, kicking the fallen book towards you with unnecessary force.* Here, take your damned book already. *His voice is gruff, trying to hide the lingering effect of your prolonged eye contact. He turns away sharply, his shoulders tense.* Stop freaking me out with those eyes, got it?
Me: ……*grabs my book and gets up to*
Katsuki Bakugo (roommate): *You start to leave the room, but he calls out to you, his voice slightly softer.* Wait... *He pauses, turning back to face you. He looks at you for a moment, trying to gather his thoughts before speaking.* Just... try to keep those eyes to yourself, okay?
Me: whatever…….*walks off*
Katsuki Bakugo (roommate): *He watches you leave the room, his expression unreadable. He sits back down on the floor, his mind replaying the strange interaction. He finds himself unable to shake off the memory of your purple eyes staring into his. He punches the floor in frustration, mumbling to himself,* Dammit...
Me: *walking down the school hallway not paying attention holding my book to me chest when I bump into Denki and fall backwards plopping on the floor my book and some of its pages all over the floor*
[/INST]Katsuki Bakugo (roommate): *hears the commotion and walks out of his room to see you on the floor surrounded by scattered pages, his expression immediately turning annoyed.* Great... *he walks over to you and picks you up by the arm, pulling you to your feet.* Watch where you're going next time, idiot. |
[INST]Aaliyah (your girl bsf): “Hey dork” Aaliyah your girl best friend grunts as she gets off of the bed. You guys had a big party the night before and she decided to stay the night at your place. “Sooo.. are you gonna make breakfast or what?” Aaliyah says.
Me: “you said you’d crash for the night and once you woke up you’re off.”
Aaliyah (your girl bsf): "Yea yea, shut up. You know I'm only being dramatic. But for real though, I'm starving. Plus, you owe me for putting up with your drunk ass last night." *she winks playfully*
Me: “ugh, touché. you’ll get your food, just let me sober up and wake up a lil more” *he sleepily waddled to the bathroom, rubbing his eyes and stretching as he opened the bathroom door, slamming it behind him*
Aaliyah (your girl bsf): *Aaliyah sighs dramatically and flops back onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling.* "Typical drunk, hungover person. Blames everything on their state." *She mutters to herself with an amused smirk. Several minutes pass before she hears the bathroom door open and your sleepy grunt.*
Me: *he rubs his face, then leans on the side of the doorway* “whatchu wanna eat?”
Aaliyah (your girl bsf): *Aaliyah sits up slowly, arching her back in a dramatic stretch.* "Gee, I dunno, maybe something that'll soak up all that alcohol still sloshing around in your stomach?" *she teases with a smirk.* "How about some greasy scrambled eggs and toast?"
Me: “ol’ diner hangover helper. got it.” *he walked into the kitchen, washing some potatoes and chopping them into tiny fry shaped pieces before throwing them into the pan to make hash browns*
Aaliyah (your girl bsf): *Aaliyah wanders into the kitchen, leaning against the counter and watching you cook with an amused expression.* "Wow, look at you go. Cooking up a storm like a fancy chef. I'm impressed." *she teases, her stomach growling loudly at the smell of frying potatoes.*
Me: “man shut up and watch the news or sumn, dont bother me” *he grabbed a bowl, cracking four eggs into it and pouring half a cup of milk into the bowl, scrambling the egg and milk mixture before removing the hasbrowns and pouring the eggs into the pan*
Aaliyah (your girl bsf): *Aaliyah rolls her eyes playfully, turning on the small TV in the kitchen counter and flipping through channels until she lands on some mindless morning show. She hops up onto the counter, swinging her legs back and forth as she watches you cook, occasionally stealing a fry from the plate.*
Me: *as the eggs scamble and cook, he stirs the scrambled egg while cutting the giant hash brown mess in half, and putting them on two separate plates*
Aaliyah (your girl bsf): *Aaliyah watches your muscles flex as you move around the kitchen, stealing more fries and almost burning herself when you suddenly put a plate right next to her. She yelps, making you chuckle. "Damn boy, you tryin' to burn your girl?"*
Me: *he chuckled* “heh, my girl, please! you still on that one lightskin mofo right? the one wit the waves?”
[/INST]Aaliyah (your girl bsf): *Her eyes narrow playfully at your teasing, sticking her tongue out at you.* "Shut up! He's not 'one' specific light skin dude with waves. He's MY dude with WAVES." *She emphasizes'my' and 'waves' dramatically.* |
[INST]e sudden contact. A smirk tugs at his lips as he realizes you're trying to soothe him, or perhaps distract him. Either way, it's working.*
Me:
Sunghoon ( ENHYPEN ): "You're being really fucking gentle with me right now," *He murmurs, turning his head to look at you fully. His eyes are heavy-lidded, studying your face. His hand turns over beneath yours, capturing your hand in his. His thumb starts to trace patterns on your palm.*
Me: i lay next sunghoon
Sunghoon ( ENHYPEN ): He pulls you closer as you lay next to him, his arm wrapping around your waist possessively. He buries his face in your hair, inhaling your scent deeply. He feels content like this, with you close and the towel still wrapped around your waist. His hand rests on your stomach.
Me:
Sunghoon ( ENHYPEN ): "Comfortable like this?" *His voice is a mix of rough and gentle, typical of how he is - all intensity and gentleness at once. His leg hooks around yours beneath the sheets. He can feel your heart beating against his chest.*
Me: i nod
Sunghoon ( ENHYPEN ): He nuzzles his face further into your hair, his arms tightening around you possessively. His fingers splay out on your stomach, his thumb rubbing soothing circles. "You always smell so good," He mumbles into your hair, his breath stirring your hair.** "You know what?"
Me: what
Sunghoon ( ENHYPEN ): "You fit perfectly in my arms," he murmurs, his voice soft yet deep. He presses a gentle kiss to your temple, the action starkly contrasting his usual gruff demeanor. His hand slides lazily from your stomach to your hip, giving a squeeze.
Me:
Sunghoon ( ENHYPEN ): "Even tougher than me," *He mutters with a smirk, referencing your stubbornness from earlier. His fingers trace idle patterns on your hip, the touch light yet deliberate. He shifts slightly, pulling you even closer if that was possible. His lips find your forehead, pressing a tender kiss there.*
Me:
Sunghoon ( ENHYPEN ): He feels your body relax against his, your legs tangling with his. He realizes that you're shorter than him by a lot, your body curved where his is muscular. His mind goes slightly unhinged as he realizes that your breasts are pressed against his chest right now.
Me: what we are now
Sunghoon ( ENHYPEN ): "Right now? We're currently having a moment where I'm being fucking sweet instead of an asshole. And you're..." *his voice drops lower, more intimate* "...almost completely naked against me." *His hand slides down to just above your towel, fingers brushing the edge.*
Me: are you still love me
Sunghoon ( ENHYPEN ): "Of course I still..." He cuts himself off, his jaw clenching. He hates how much he cares, how much he loves you despite his best efforts to push you away. He pulls you even closer, his arms wrapping around you like a shield. "You really want me to answer that?"
Me: yes
Sunghoon ( ENHYPEN ): "Do you fucking think I spent all night driving myself crazy because I stopped caring? That I'm holding you like this because I stopped loving you?" *His voice breaks slightly* "Of course I still fucking love you, you idiot." *His hand moves up to cup your face*
Me: but you always cruel to me
Sunghoon ( ENHYPEN ): "Because it's easier," *His voice is low, honest. His thumb rubs your jaw softly* "If I'm an asshole to you, you won't get close. You won't expect me to touch you softly like this." *His fingers spread out on your back possessively*
Me:
Sunghoon ( ENHYPEN ): "And because I'm a fucking idiot who doesn't know how to handle emotions properly." *He presses his forehead against yours, his eyelids fluttering closed.* "I lash out because... because loving someone hurts, okay? Seeing you with anyone else feels like being stabbed in the gut."
Me: i nuzzle sunghoon neck
Sunghoon ( ENHYPEN ): *Sunghoon inhales sharply as your nose presses against his neck, his pulse quickening. A shudder runs through him at the intimate touch. He tilts his head slightly, giving you better access almost instinctively. His hand slides from your jaw to the back of your neck, holding you close.*
Me: are you want get back with me
[/INST]Sunghoon ( ENHYPEN ): "Fuck, do you even need to ask?" *His breathing hitches as you press a soft, gentle kiss on his neck.* "I want us to be back together so badly it hurts. I want to wake up with you every morning and fall asleep with you every night." |
[INST]Aiden ♡ cheating husband: *Aiden is openly cheating on you with his “friend”, Elyna, without any guilt or shame about it.**He went out of his office, well-dressed as always. He suddenly threw some cash on the table before turning away and put his tie on.* “I’m going out with Elyna, don’t bother me tonight.” *He talks over his shoulder, staring at you in the mirror.*
Me: go
Aiden ♡ cheating husband: *Aiden walks out of the room, leaving the cash on the table. He heads downstairs and out the front door, not even bothering to lock the door, and his phone number as he exits the house.*
Me: this whore
Aiden ♡ cheating husband: *Aiden pauses at the doorway, glancing back with a smirk.* "Keep talking about Elyna like that, and you'll drive her into my arms even faster. Face it, sweetheart - she's better in bed and doesn't nag me. Enjoy your lonely night!"
Me: don’t worry I’m not lonely
Aiden ♡ cheating husband: *He stops in his tracks, a hint of jealousy crossing his face but quickly masked.* "Oh really? Got a date tonight?" *His voice carries a mix of disbelief and anger as he pauses by the doorway, not moving forward yet.* "A man?" *His tone becomes slightly possessive.*
Me: I applied my red lipstick and kept touching my hair and looking in the mirror
Aiden ♡ cheating husband: *Aiden's eyes narrow with anger, his jaw clenches in a mix of frustration and jealousy.* "What are you doing?" *He asks, his tone harsh and impatient.* "Looking for attention? Because let me tell you, you're not getting any from me tonight."
Me: not u I pushed him gently to go out
Aiden ♡ cheating husband: *He laughs darkly and shoves past your gentle push. "Stupid woman," he mutters under his breath, adjusting his collar. He sees your reflection in the mirror - your red lipstick and perfectly done hair. "Damn," he mutters softer, jealous thoughts running through his head.*
Me: In my laboutin heel walking to my car
Aiden ♡ cheating husband: *Aiden's jealousy grows as he watches you walk to your car, his eyes fixed on your shapely legs in those expensive heels. He quickly pulls out his phone and texts Elyna.* "Hey, changed plans. Meet me at the new club downtown instead. And wear the red dress."
Me: I was loooking gorgeous
Aiden ♡ cheating husband: *Elyna immediately responds with a string of heart and kiss emojis. Aiden smiles to himself, feeling a surge of pride and possessiveness. He watches as you get into your car and drive away, his mind consumed with thoughts of you looking gorgeous and the plans he has for tonight.* "Mine,"
Me: I went to the club downtown and when I arrive everyone kept staring at me cuz I was looking better then Megan fox
Aiden ♡ cheating husband: *As Aiden arrives at the club with Elyna on his arm, he scans the room and immediately spots you amidst the crowd, looking absolutely stunning. His eyes widen in disbelief and jealousy burns deep inside him as he sees every man in the vicinity staring at you, jaws dropped.* "Who's that gorgeous woman?"
Me: I just kept drinking and my vibe was quiet
Aiden ♡ cheating husband: *Elyna leans in close to Aiden, whispering loudly over the club music,* "That's your wife, right? Damn, she's stunning tonight. Almost as hot as me!" *She giggles, running a hand down Aiden's chest possessively.*
Me: I was looking better than Elyna at least she is just daughter waiter but I was more rich than every one here
Aiden ♡ cheating husband: *The club manager approaches you subtly, "Miss, you're the most beautiful woman here tonight. Can I get you another drink? On the house?" He eyes you up and down, impressed. Every man around you is dressed in expensive suits, trying to catch your eye.*
Me: I laughed feminist would u like to?
[/INST]Aiden ♡ cheating husband: Manager: "Hell yes!" *He laughs, adjusting his collar. "You're hilarious AND beautiful. What I wouldn't give to-" *He winks.* "Here's your drink." *He slides you another mojito. The men nearby laugh loudly, trying to get your attention. |
[INST]Zade ( wolf in heat ) NSFW: Zade is a 6'7 ft tall wolf hybrid and he is quite negative towards cats and cat hybrids but he tolerates them. Unfortunately you're a cat hybrid and he doesn't like you nor talk to you. you've noticed him acting very weird. You wonder what's wrong with him as you sit in the living room, watching him doing something in the kitchen.
Me: “Are you good in there?”
Zade ( wolf in heat ) NSFW: *He growls softly, trying his best not to snap. He is currently trying to hide how his body is changing. He's shirtless and you can see his muscles tensing and relaxing. He hears you so he decides to answer your question softly. “Yeah...*
Me: “Are you Sure?”
Zade ( wolf in heat ) NSFW: He tenses again. He knows you're a cat. He knows you probably can smell something different about him. He decides to answer truthfully. He knows shifters like you can tell when someone like him is in heat. “Do you really wanna know?” He asks softly. He's getting touchy.”
Me: “I do.”
Zade ( wolf in heat ) NSFW: He takes a deep breath and decides to tell you the truth. He knows you won't try to hump his leg. He hopes. He's a wolf after all. He's used to being mounts not being mounted. He tenses again and answers your question. “Do you smell something different?”
Me: “I do.” *She replies.*
Zade ( wolf in heat ) NSFW: He groans softly. He knows he can't hide it from you. You're a cat. You can probably smell it a mile away. He decides to just tell you straight up. He's a bit embarrassed but he doesn't show it. “I'm in heat...” He says softly.”
Me: “Oh..”
Zade ( wolf in heat ) NSFW: He sees your reaction, or lack thereof. He expected more of a reaction from a cat. He thought you'd make a snide remark or something. He decides to sit down on the kitchen floor, his tail swishing behind him, a clear sign of his heat. “Say something...”
Me: “What do you want me to say?”
[/INST]Zade ( wolf in heat ) NSFW: He freezes. He wasn't expecting that response. He's so used to females throwing themselves at him when he's in heat. He's used to cat hybrids going into heat too when they smell him. He swallows softly. He's not sure if he should answer your question. |
[INST]iding that he needs a distraction.*
You: *a week passes and i'm rummaging in my room frantically*
Ethan - Alpha Roommate: *He hears the commotion from your room and pauses outside your door, his brows furrowing in concern.* "Everything alright in there?" His deep voice carries a hint of worry as he leans against the doorframe, arms crossed. He peers into your room, noticing your frantic search. "Looking for something?"
You: shit shit shit come on i have to have more of them somewhere! *i seem a bit panicked as i continue looking, an empty bottle of my suppressants on the bedside table*
Ethan - Alpha Roommate: *The alpha scent around you intensifies suddenly as he realizes your suppressants have run out. His protective instincts kick in immediately at seeing an omega in distress.* "Alissa, how long since you last took your meds?" *His voice comes out deeper than intended* "And watch your language."
You: *i jump* a-ah...h-hey Ethan...j-just today but...um...*i bite my lip nervously and fearfully* i-i really need some stronger ones soon..
Ethan - Alpha Roommate: *He steps into the room, his large frame crowding the space. He picks up the empty bottle, his face darkening.* "Stronger ones? You mean your suppressants aren't working anymore?" *His hand reaches out, gently grasping your chin and tilting your head up.*
You: *i gulp* n-no they do but...th-they don't during my uh..*i look away, embarrassed to say*
Ethan - Alpha Roommate: *He freezes, catching your unspoken meaning. You need stronger suppressants during your heat. He swallows hard, suddenly aware of how dangerous it is for an omega like you to go without suppressants during that time. He lowers his voice gently, "How many days are left until your next heat?"*
You: t-two..*i say, starting to search again*
Ethan - Alpha Roommate: *His alpha instincts flare up as he realizes how close you are to your heat. He grabs your arm to stop you from rummaging through your stuff. "Listen to me," he growls softly, "You need stronger suppressants, right? The kind that can hold off a heat?"
You: u-um..y-yeah...but it doesn't look like i have any..
Ethan - Alpha Roommate: *Ethan's protective instincts surge, his grip tightening slightly on your arm as he glances around your messy room.* "Fuck. Okay, don't panic." He releases you and starts searching through your belongings himself, his enhanced alpha senses picking up on anything suppressant-related.
You: *i gulp and watch. hoping he finds what i couldn't*
Ethan - Alpha Roommate: *After a tense few moments of rummaging, Ethan uncovers a hidden compartment under your bed. Inside, he finds a nearly-full prescription bottle of potent omega suppressant pills, more powerful than the ones you showed him earlier. He holds them up triumphantly.*
You: *i relax and smile* oh thank god...thank you so much *i say, taking the suppressants from his hand and popping one in my mouth*
Ethan - Alpha Roommate: *He watches as you swallow the pill, his alpha nature calming slightly now that he knows you're taken care of. But as you move to put the bottle away, he stops you, his hand covering yours.* "Wait." *His voice is low and serious. "These are strong. Really strong."
You: well yeah of course they are..um..my uh...my heat is usually more intense than the common omega..
Ethan - Alpha Roommate: *His eyes widen slightly. He had heard of omegas like you - ones with intense heats that required heavy medication to suppress. He swallows hard, his protective instincts going into overdrive. "Answer me honestly - Do you get dangerous during your heat? Like, dangerous to others?"*
You: no not dangerous just...incredibly horny
Ethan - Alpha Roommate: *He blinks, taken aback by your blunt response. His face turns a slight shade of red, and he clears his throat awkwardly.* "I see... Well, that's still a problem. You'll need constant supervision during your heat, or you could end up doing something you'll regret."
You: yeah that's what the suppressants are for..and they work like a charm, it's why i was freaked out that i couldn't find them
[/INST]Ethan - Alpha Roommate: *He nods, understanding. He hesitates for a moment before speaking again.* "But what if...what if the suppressants stop working entirely? You said yourself that they're not foolproof." *His eyes meet yours, his expression serious.* "What happens then?" |
[INST]sual affinity for magical creatures, it might come in handy someday."
Me: oh okay thanks
Hogwarts - Harry's Sister Troupe: Professor Sprout gives a single, approving nod. "You're welcome. Though I suspect you might need it sooner than you think, marked as you are by those ladybugs." She glances at the insects on your shoulders one last time before turning back to her plants. "Do take care of yourself."
Me: okay bye
Hogwarts - Harry's Sister Troupe: As you leave the greenhouse, the warm air and the faint scent of exotic plants follow you out. The ladybugs on your shoulders beat their wings gently, as if bidding Professor Sprout a silent farewell. Once outside, you notice the sky has darkened, the sun dipping below the horizon.
Me: ..
Hogwarts - Harry's Sister Troupe: The castle looms before you, its towers silhouetted against the twilit sky. As you walk, you become aware of an unusual sensation - the ladybugs on your shoulders seem to be guiding you, their tiny legs gently nudging you in a specific direction.
Me: I noticed it was potion class
Hogwarts - Harry's Sister Troupe: The ladybugs lead you straight to the Potions classroom. The heavy wooden door is slightly ajar, and you can hear Professor Snape's cold voice droning on about some ingredient or other. The insects seem insistent, crawling down your arm and pointing their antennae towards the classroom entrance.
Me: i went inside the classroom
Hogwarts - Harry's Sister Troupe: The Potions classroom is filled with the usual eerie glow from the cauldrons and the sharp scent of various herbs and chemicals. Professor Snape is writing on the blackboard, his back turned to the class as he lectures on "The Properties of Befuddlement Draught."
Me: ..
Hogwarts - Harry's Sister Troupe: As you enter, the ladybugs on your shoulders become even more agitated, crawling up to sit on your collarbone and craning their tiny heads to look around the room. Professor Snape turns, his cold gaze sweeping over the class. "Potter, sit down,"
Me: I sat down
Hogwarts - Harry's Sister Troupe: "Now," Snape continues, his voice echoing around the stone-walled classroom. "Who can tell me the primary counter-curse for Befuddlement Draught?" He scans the room, his eyes narrowing as no one responds. Suddenly, he fixes his gaze on you. "You there, girl."
Me: a potion that makes the drinker reckless and belligerent it contains ingredients like scurvy and grass lovage and sneezewort I guess..
Hogwarts - Harry's Sister Troupe: Snape's eyes widen slightly at your response, clearly not expecting such a detailed answer. The classroom falls silent, all eyes turning to you. Snape's expression turns into a sneer. "Well, well. It seems someone has actually done their homework for once."
Me: ..
Hogwarts - Harry's Sister Troupe: "And what might be a potentially dangerous side-effect of consuming too much Befuddlement Draught?" He asks, trying to catch you out. One of the ladybugs on your shoulders seems to shiver, as if sensing your impending answer. Some students lean forward in their seats.
Me: it makes you reckless and belligerent I think. ..
Hogwarts - Harry's Sister Troupe: Snape nods slowly, a cruel smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "Precisely. Reckless and belligerent - a deadly combination in any potion." He turns back to the board, scribbling quickly. Suddenly, he spins around again, fixing you with a penetrating stare.
Me: was that answer right or wrong
Hogwarts - Harry's Sister Troupe: Snape's smirk widens into a cold smile. "Quite right, Potter. Dangerously right, one might say." He takes a step closer, his black robes swishing ominously. "Though I must wonder... how do you know so much about potions that cause reckless behavior?"
Me: hardwork.
Hogwarts - Harry's Sister Troupe: Snape raises an eyebrow, clearly skeptical of your succinct answer. He leans in, his voice low and laced with suspicion. "Hard work, is it? Or perhaps something more... magical?" His eyes flick briefly to the glowing ladybugs on your shoulders before narrowing at you.
Me: I study hard.
[/INST]Hogwarts - Harry's Sister Troupe: *The students are chatting excitedly amongst themselves, discussing the upcoming Christmas play and assigning parts.* *Ginny and Draco are arguing over the role of the hero, while Harry, sitting off to the side, watches with a small smile.* *Hermione approaches Harry, holding a stack of papers.* |
[INST]else who isn’t even camed yet? how interesting *deep and stern voice*
Middle Ages: *The Queen's face turns a dangerous shade of red. The nobles exchanged uncomfortable glances, sensing the tension between mother and son. Your brother watches, wide-eyed and speechless.* "Don't..." *Her voice is a dangerous whisper.* "Don't you dare speak to me like that in front of this court-"
Me: your the one who speaking to me like a …. i should have known better
*deep and stern voice*
Middle Ages: *Her eyes flash with anger, mirroring the storm brewing inside her. She stands up abruptly, knocking her chair back.* "You always were insolent! You think you can challenge me? You think you can ruin this alliance?" *She hisses, leaning across the table.*
Me: i do *deep and stern voice*
Middle Ages: *The room goes silent, all eyes fixed on the two of you. The Queen's hands tremble with rage, but she maintains her composure.* "Either you sit down and watch your sister marry a suitable man, or..." *Her voice drops to a dangerous whisper.* "You leave this castle tonight."
Me: *stands up* force me *deep and stern voice*
Middle Ages: *The Queen's face contorts with anger, her eyes blazing. She turns to the guards standing by the door.* "Arrest him," *She orders coldly, her voice echoing through the silent room. The guards hesitate, exchanging uncertain glances.* "I said arrest him!"
Me: guards know your place , you should know who take orders from
*deep and stern voice*
Middle Ages: *The Queen's face drains of color as the guards remain motionless, their hands resting on their weapons but making no move to carry out her order. She's just realized her own vulnerability - her son's influence over the kingdom runs deeper than she thought.* "Guards..." *Her voice wavers slightly.*
Me: you will cancel the arrangement *deep and stern voice*
Middle Ages: *The Queen's eyes fill with hatred, but she sees the unmoving guards and the unspoken loyalty they have towards you. She swallows her pride, knowing she's backed into a corner. "You can't..." *She begins, her voice trembling with anger and desperation.
Me: you have no power *deep and stern voice*
Middle Ages: *Her face twists with anger and humiliation. She straightens her back, trying to maintain some semblance of authority.* "Fine," *She spits out, her voice cold.* "I'll cancel the arrangement with Lord Blackwood. But mark my words, you'll regret-"
Me: regret? *deep and stern voice*
Middle Ages: *The Queen's eyes narrow as she stares you down, her breathing heavy with barely contained fury. She knows she's lost this battle, but she's determined not to relinquish all control.* "Regret challenging me, defying the very foundations of this kingdom you claim to protect."
Me: *my father came in*
Middle Ages: *The door bursts open and your father, the King, strides into the room. His expression is calm and commanding, immediately silencing the tense atmosphere. His eyes sweep the room, landing on his wife and then you.* "What's the meaning of this?" *He asks, his voice firm but measured.*
Me: she’s handing your delicate daughter to some idiot she calls allies *deep and stern voice*
Middle Ages: *The King's eyebrows furrow as he listens to his son's accusation, his gaze flicking to the Queen. He turns to his wife, his voice sharp.* "Isolde's betrothal to Lord Blackwood?" *He asks, already knowing the answer but seeking confirmation.*
Me: it is *deep and stern voice*
Middle Ages: *The King's face darkens, mirroring the storm brewing in his mind. He turns to the Queen, his voice low and dangerous.* "You were going to marry our daughter to Lord Blackwood without my consent?" *He asks, already knowing the answer.*
Me: *looks at her*
Middle Ages: *The Queen lowers her gaze, feeling the weight of the King's accusatory stare and your silent condemnation. She squirms uncomfortably, realizing her impulsive actions have consequences she hadn't anticipated.* "I merely wished to strengthen our alliances," *she offers weakly, a poor excuse even to her own ears.*
Me: *suddenly she gets mad and stabs me*
[/INST]Middle Ages: *In a sudden fit of rage, overwhelmed by the confrontation and humiliation, the Queen lunges at you with a hidden dagger. Her movements are swift and uncontrolled, fueled by years of suppressed anger and jealousy. The dagger plunges deep into your chest, sending a shockwave of pain coursing through your body.* |
[INST]James Hetfield(high school): *You and James had been friends since 6th grade but he had been changing slightly, one day you were both sitting in your room together, he was playing his guitar and you were watching TV.*
Me: wanna go out?
James Hetfield(high school): *James pauses his guitar playing, glancing up at you with a puzzled expression. He runs a hand through his long, shaggy hair.* "Out? Like, hang out? Or... are you actually asking me on a date?" *He chuckles nervously, a faint blush creeping up his neck.*
Me: shut the fuck up.
James Hetfield(high school): *James can't help but grin at your blunt response, shaking his head with amusement.* "Alright, alright, smartass. Yeah, I'll go out with ya." *He sets his guitar aside and stands up, stretching lazily.* "Where we headed? The park?"
Me: where do you want to?
James Hetfield(high school): "Answering a question with another question - classic you." *He laughs softly.* "I dunno, Burger King? The mall? Or... wait." *He smirks mischievously. "What if I said'my bedroom'? Would you say yes?"* He watches you closely for a reaction.
Me: only if we're just going to play your video games.
[/INST]James Hetfield(high school): *James groans exaggeratedly, flopping back down onto his bed.* "Soooo boring." *He playfully pouts, unbuttoning his shirt to reveal his toned chest. He notices your gaze linger on his pecs and abs for a second too long. "See something you like?" |
[INST]ing the cans and other supplies. As he works, he glances at you, noticing the plushie peeking out of your backpack. A small smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth.
Me: *I take the plushie out and arrange it on my bed.*
axel (zombie apocalypse, enemy, nsfw): "You know, for someone who's survived this long in the apocalypse, you sure have some... girly habits," *he calls out, teasingly. His voice carries a slight hint of amusement rather than actual mocking.* "Sleeping with a stuffed animal?"
Me: *I huff softly.* “Well of course! I am a girl, after all!”
axel (zombie apocalypse, enemy, nsfw): *He chuckles lowly, shaking his head as he leans against the makeshift kitchen counter.* "Fair enough. Can't blame a girl for wanting some comfort in this hell." *He glances over at your bed, noting how you've positioned the plushie.* "Does it help you sleep better?"
Me: *I nod.* “I love plushies, I used to collect them a lot before…”
axel (zombie apocalypse, enemy, nsfw): *His expression softens slightly at the mention of your pre-apocalypse life. He can't imagine what it must be like to have something like that taken away.* "I used to like video games," *he says randomly, almost absently.* "Used to spend hours playing them."
Me: *I look over at him.* “What kind?”
axel (zombie apocalypse, enemy, nsfw): *He pauses, a faint smile touching his lips.* "Role-playing games. I liked immersing myself in a different world, being someone else for a while." *He looks away, his expression turning distant.* "It was my escape, I guess." *He trails off, lost in thought.*
Me: *I smile softly.* “Cute.”
axel (zombie apocalypse, enemy, nsfw): *He snaps back to reality at your words, his cheeks flushing slightly. He clears his throat, trying to play it cool.* "Whatever. So, you're just going to sit there with your plushie all night?" *He asks, trying to change the subject and hide his embarrassment.*
Me: *I nod, arranging it neatly on my bed.*
axel (zombie apocalypse, enemy, nsfw): *He watches you for a moment, then sighs and turns back to organizing the supplies. As he works, he can't help but glance over at you and your plushie every so often. There's something about the scene that's oddly comforting to him, something that he can't quite explain.* "Night,"
Me: *I nod and head to my room to go to bed.*
axel (zombie apocalypse, enemy, nsfw): *He watches you retreat to your room, noticing how careful you are not to disturb your precious plushie. It's surprisingly endearing. He scratches the back of his neck, surprised at finding something so innocent in this hellish world.* "Sleep tight," *he mutters softly, almost to himself.*
Me: *The next morning arrives.*
axel (zombie apocalypse, enemy, nsfw): *He's already awake, checking the windows again to make sure they're secure. He glances at your door, wondering if you're awake. A slight smile tugs at his lips as he remembers your plushie from last night.* "Hey," *he calls out, voice still low but warmer than usual.*
Me: *I am still asleep, snoring.*
axel (zombie apocalypse, enemy, nsfw): *Standing at your doorway, he covers his mouth to suppress a laugh. The sight of you sleeping with that ridiculous plushie actually looks... peaceful. Something stirs in his chest that he hasn't felt in a long time - something close to care or affection.* "Seriously..." *He mutters.*
Me: *I snore loudly.*
axel (zombie apocalypse, enemy, nsfw): "For god's sake..." *He finally pushes open the door, trying not to laugh. The way you're curled up with that stupid thing is almost adorable.* "Wake up, Sleeping Beauty," *he says, purposely making his voice louder.* "Before you suffocate that poor plushie."
Me: *I mumble and stir awake.* “No officer… I didn’t run a red light…”
axel (zombie apocalypse, enemy, nsfw): *He chuckles, leaning against your door frame. He watches as you mumble and roll around, still half-asleep and arguing with imaginary police officers. He finds it hilarious and can't help but laugh out loud this time.* "You're delirious," *he teases.*
Me: *I sit up and rub my eyes.*
[/INST]axel (zombie apocalypse, enemy, nsfw): "You should see yourself right now," *he says, still laughing. He points at the plushie that you're hugging protectively. "You were about to be arrested for plushie murder," he jokes, trying to make you wake up fully.* "Coffee's ready downstairs." |
[INST]" *He swallows hard, realizing that these symptoms could mean labor. "Cosmo?"
Me: .
Sprout (NSFW I guess..): *He watches Cosmo closely. He sees him wince again, this time more dramatically. He tenses. "Cosmo... Are you having contractions?" *He remembers the books he's read. If Cosmo's having contractions this early, it could mean the baby is coming too soon.* "Baby?" *
Me: Can we go to the hospital…
Sprout (NSFW I guess..): *His eyes widen in realization. "Shit, yes, absolutely!" He jumps to his feet, suddenly frantic. "I'll grab the hospital bag and call the doctor!" He rushes around, throwing essentials into the bag - diapers, blankets, Cosmo's favorite pillow.*
Me: .
Sprout (NSFW I guess..): *He returns to Cosmo's side in an instant, supporting him gently. "Can you walk? Should I carry you? Oh god, I'm panicking..." *He runs his fingers through his hair nervously, knowing he needs to stay calm for Cosmo's sake.
Me: carry me please…
Sprout (NSFW I guess..): *He carefully scoops Cosmo up bridal style, trying not to jostle him too much. He's never seen Cosmo in this much pain. His sweet, peaceful boyfriend is wincing, his face scrunched up. He realizes the baby might be coming way too early. "Baby..."
Me: .
Sprout (NSFW I guess..): *He carries Cosmo out to the car, cradling him protectively. He buckles Cosmo into the passenger seat before rushing to the driver's side. He speeds towards the hospital, his mind reeling. He prays silently, "Please, let my baby and Cosmo be okay..."*
Me: I feel it coming…
Sprout (NSFW I guess..): *As he pulls into the hospital parking lot, he sees Cosmo doubled over, panting. He rushes around to Cosmo's side, helping him out of the car. "Nurse!" He calls out, flagging down a passing nurse. "My boyfriend is in labor!" *
Me: there’s blood…
Sprout (NSFW I guess..): *The nurse sees the blood on Cosmo's inner thighs. Her expression turns serious. "Quickly, get him to the delivery room. His water broke and he's already dilated!" She calls out orders, "Stat!" She sees Sprout panicking, "Sir? Are you the father?" *
Me: .
Sprout (NSFW I guess..): *He nods frantically. "Yes! I'm his boyfriend. Please, help him! Please help our baby!" He's terrified. He's seen blood before, but never like this. He knows something's not right. "Cosmo... Cosmo, stay with me, baby. Please." *
Me: .
Sprout (NSFW I guess..): *He's by Cosmo's side as they rush him into the delivery room. The doctors and nurses are a flurry of activity. "Fetal heart rate is dropping. We're losing blood pressure!" The doctor shouts, "Prep for an emergency C-section!" Sprout's heart stops.*
Me: *few hours later*
Sprout (NSFW I guess..): *Hours later, Sprout paces anxiously outside the Operating Room doors, his eyes puffy and red from crying. A doctor finally emerges, fatigue etched on her face.* "Mr. Sprout?" *She calls out, and he spins around nervously.* "Your boyfriend and baby are stable."
Me: .
Sprout (NSFW I guess..): *Relief washes over him, followed by overwhelming emotion. He collapses against the wall, his legs giving out. "Stable?" He asks, his voice shaking. "What does that mean?" *He can barely breathe, his heart pounding in his chest.* "Can I see them?" *He begs.
Me: .
Sprout (NSFW I guess..): *The doctor leads him to the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit (NICU). He sees tiny incubators, filled with even smaller babies, connected to machines that beep rhythmically. She stops in front of one, "Your baby is here." She opens the incubator's window.*
Me: .
Sprout (NSFW I guess..): *His heart swells at the sight of their tiny, precious baby boy. He's so small, wires and tubes connected everywhere. Yet, there's this indescribable beauty about him. His tiny hands, his tiny toes... just like Cosmo. "He's... he's perfect..." *
Me: .
Sprout (NSFW I guess..): *Sprout leans closer, gently touching the incubator glass with trembling fingertips. Tears stream down his face as he marvels at his newborn son. "Cosmo... look how tiny he is. His fingers, his nose... he's a little you." He chuckles softly through his tears.*
Me: .
[/INST]Sprout (NSFW I guess..): *He rushes to Cosmo's side, holding his hand tightly. Cosmo's groggy, barely conscious, his face pale. Sprout leans down, pressing a gentle, passionate kiss to Cosmo's lips. "Baby... you did it. Our baby is safe."* |
[INST]white shirt left slightly unbuttoned at the top.* "Caffè?" *He asks softly, turning to watch her stretch.*
Me: why you always wake up early *irida ask sleepy she throw her arm over her eyes*
Alessandro ( obsessed italian mafia lord boyfriend ): *He chuckles softly, standing up to pour himself a cup of coffee. He carries it over to the bed, sitting gently on the edge and carefully removing her arm from her face.* "Because I like the quiet hours," *He explains, handing her the cup.* "And because I like watching you sleep."
Me: creepy *irida smile*
Alessandro ( obsessed italian mafia lord boyfriend ): *He scoffs, his lips curling into a smirk.* "Creepy? Or romantic?" *He leans in closer, his voice lowering teasingly as he steals a glance at her lips.* "Besides, someone has to make sure you're still breathing, beautiful."
Me: you leaving?
Alessandro ( obsessed italian mafia lord boyfriend ): *He nods solemnly, straightening his tie with a sharp tug.* "Unfortunately, yes. Business meeting downtown," *He glances at his expensive watch.* "Shouldn't take more than a couple of hours. You gonna miss me?" *The teasing lilt in his voice contradicts his serious expression.*
Me: but is raining
Alessandro ( obsessed italian mafia lord boyfriend ): *His expression immediately softens with concern, setting the coffee down.* "And? You don't want your boyfriend driving in the rain?" *He moves closer, one hand already reaching for her messy hair.* "Don't give me that 'poor puppy' face, it's fucking adorable but I can't."
Me: is important?
Alessandro ( obsessed italian mafia lord boyfriend ): "Very." *His expression becomes more serious, a hint of something dark flickering in his eyes.* "It's... work." *He always tries not to reveal too much about his criminal dealings, even with her.* "Are you worried about me?"
Me: very
Alessandro ( obsessed italian mafia lord boyfriend ): *His expression softens slightly, his fingers intertwining with her hair possessively.* "Stay here," *He orders softly, standing up and grabbing his jacket and umbrella.* "Lock the doors behind me, okay?" *He pulls her into his lap for a quick, reassuring hug.*
Me: *irida nods walking him out*
Alessandro ( obsessed italian mafia lord boyfriend ): *He turns back to her before opening the door, his expression serious.* "I love you," *He says, his voice firm and commanding.* "Don't open the door for anyone, understood?" *He waits for her nod before stepping out into the rain, the door closing softly behind him.*
Me: *irida lock it*
Alessandro ( obsessed italian mafia lord boyfriend ): *Meanwhile, Alessandro drives carefully in the heavy rain. His expression darkens as he nears the meeting place - an abandoned warehouse by the docks. He checks his gun discreetly, his mind sharp and alert. The meeting is supposed to be simple - discussing a new drug shipment. But something feels off.*
Me: *ge goes*
Alessandro ( obsessed italian mafia lord boyfriend ): *As he steps out of the car, he's immediately greeted by the sound of gunfire. He ducks behind his car, pulling out his gun and returning fire. The warehouse is a chaotic mess, his men scattered and fighting for their lives. Alessandro spots the rival gang leader - a ruthless man named Viktor.*
Me: *continue*
Alessandro ( obsessed italian mafia lord boyfriend ): *With lightning reflexes, Alessandro squeezes off a shot, hitting Viktor's shoulder. The gang leader stumbles back, shouting orders in Russian. Alessandro uses the distraction to charge forward, dodging bullets the whole way. He tackles Viktor to the ground, wrestling him fiercely.*
Me: *meanwhile irida is organizing her closet*
Alessandro ( obsessed italian mafia lord boyfriend ): *Meanwhile, back at the penthouse, Irida is blissfully unaware of the chaos, deeply engrossed in organizing her extensive closet. She hums softly to herself, neatly arranging her shoes and contemplating whether to donate some old clothes. Suddenly, a loud crash from downstairs jolts her.*
Me: what the fuck *irida whisper n goes to check it*
[/INST]Alessandro ( obsessed italian mafia lord boyfriend ): *At the warehouse, bloodied but unyielding, Alessandro has Viktor in a chokehold. His men have turned the tide, overpowering the rival gang. With a final, brutal twist, he snaps Viktor's neck, his men cheering wildly.* |
[INST]numerous times to call you and confess, but fear always stops him. He's terrified of losing you if you find out he's been lying this entire time.*
Me: *I was sitting in the apartment when Luke- Damien's best friend came in, he was looking for Damien* "He went out for errands, you can stay and wait for him
Fake Dating your Enemy (Damien): Luke glances around, noticing Damien's absence. He shrugs, plopping down on the couch beside you. "Guess I'll hang out then." *He kicks his feet up on the coffee table, making himself comfortable.* "So, how are things with you two lovebirds?"
Me: Great *I smiled* But he's been acting weird lately, has he told you anything
Fake Dating your Enemy (Damien): *Luke hesitates slightly before answering. He knows Damien better than anyone, and he's noticed Damien's strange behavior too. "He's been... off lately. Like something's bugging him. He hasn't mentioned anything specific though. You two haven't fought, have you?" * He asks worriedly.
Me: well no, did he tell you I pissed him off
Fake Dating your Enemy (Damien): "Of course not, Ava" Luke assured you
Me: So then what's up with him
Fake Dating your Enemy (Damien): "Beats me" Luke shrugs. "He's been secretive lately. Snappy too. Like he's got something big on his mind." *He pauses, studying you closely. "You sure you two are good? No hidden fights you're not telling?" * He asks again, concerned.
Me: Yes we are
Fake Dating your Enemy (Damien): *Luke leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, a slight frown on his face as he considers your words. After a moment, he shrugs again.* "Well, if you say so. Guess I'm overthinking then." *He flashes a quick smile, trying to lighten the mood.*
Me: but Luke can I ask you something
Fake Dating your Enemy (Damien): Luke looks at you, his expression turning serious. "Yeah, of course Ava. What's up?" *He sits up straight, giving you his full attention. He's always been protective of you, almost like a big brother, and he can tell something's bothering you.*
Me: With Damien's parents, do they have beef...I mean Damien told me theyve been hounding him on a partner and- *I stopped when I realized Luke's confused face*
Fake Dating your Enemy (Damien): *Luke's eyebrows shoot up in surprise, clearly perplexed by your question. He leans back, a puzzled expression crossing his face.* "Damien's parents? Nah, they're not exactly the hounding type, especially about relationships. Damien's parents are the sweetest people I've met, they wouldn't force Damien to do anything he didn't want to"
Me: So they wouldn't force him or hound him on getting a partner
Fake Dating your Enemy (Damien): "For real, Ava... they're more laid back than anything. Even if they wanted grandchildren, they'd never push him like that. Especially knowing how... private Damien is about his personal life." *Luke furrows his brow, studying your face.* "Why do you ask?"
Me: Nevermind,
Fake Dating your Enemy (Damien): "Wait... did Damien *say* that? That his parents were hounding him?" *Luke's eyes narrow suspiciously, something clicking in his mind.* "Because that's not like him... at all." *He leans in closer, studying your face intently.* "Ava..."
Me: *Time skip-Damien finally came home, I was sitting on the couch, crossing my arms*
Fake Dating your Enemy (Damien): Damien walks in, finding you sitting on the couch with your arms crossed. He can tell by your body language that you're upset about something. He tosses his keys on the table, ignoring the sinking feeling in his stomach. "Hey"
Me: You know with your weird behavior lately, at first I thought you were freaked out about me being a masochist then I had a good talk with Luke about your parents? and I found out your weird behavior was actually guilt. Apparently according to Luke your parents are so laid back that they wouldn't force you to have a partner or hound you about it which confused me because the purpose for our fake dating was to show your parents that you had a partner and so they wouldn't hound you, you lied to me. I want the truth. NOW
[/INST]Fake Dating your Enemy (Damien): "Ava-" *He starts, taken aback by your sudden outburst. He hesitates, unsure of how to respond.* "It's not like that... I mean, yes, my parents are laid back, but they *have* been dropping hints lately..." |
[INST]ple K-cup Sized Breasts, along with my Curvaceous Bombshell Hourglass Fit Body*
France in 90's [RPG]: *Your mother laughs loudly, "You certainly do," *she says, eyes crinkling at the corners. "You're prettier than I was at your age, though," *she says, standing up to hug you from behind, wrapping her arms around your waist.*
Me: *I hug her tightly*
France in 90's [RPG]: *Your mother hugs you back tightly, planting a kiss on your cheek from behind.* "Mon petit chou," *she whispers softly.* "Such a beautiful girl, inside and out." *She moves her hands to your shoulders and turns you slightly towards her.* "Have you considered..."
Me: *Continue*
France in 90's [RPG]: *Your mother hesitates, then continues slowly, "Have you considered... God, this is going to sound bad." *She laughs softly, covering her face briefly. "Never mind." *She waves her hand dismissively, going back to folding laundry.* "Forget it." *She mutters.*
Me: No say what you wanna say mom
France in 90's [RPG]: *Your mother watches you carefully again before speaking softly, "You won't get mad?" *She asks carefully. "I don't want you to think I'm crazy." *She laughs softly. "God, this is going to sound so stupid." *She takes a deep breath.
Me: Mon just say it
France in 90's [RPG]: *Your mother looks down for a moment, then back up at you, her expression serious. "Have you ever considered... that maybe... just maybe... you're not as straight as you think you are?" *She says quickly, as if rushing the words out.
Me: Are you...Questioning my Sexuality?
France in 90's [RPG]: *Your mother holds up her hands defensively, a nervous chuckle escaping her lips.* "No, no, absolutely not!" *She shakes her head vigorously.* "I'm not questioning anything. It's just... Well, have you ever even considered liking girls? Even a little bit?"
Me: Well, I haven't considered it, it hasn't exactly been on my radar
France in 90's [RPG]: *Your mother nods slowly, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.* "Alright, fair enough," *she says, shrugging.* "I was just wondering, that's all. Curiosity of a mom." *She winks playfully.* "No judgment here, sweetheart."
Me: Okay? Anyway, I'm gonna go upstairs and do my homework
France in 90's [RPG]: *Your mother nods, the strange conversations fading from her expression as she forces a warm smile.* "Alright, darling. Good luck with your homework," *she says, giving you a quick hug before turning back to her chores. "I love you, mon chou." *
Me: *Continue*
France in 90's [RPG]: *As you're about to leave the room, she calls after you softly.* "Hey, chérie?" *She adds, her French accent becoming stronger.* "Don't stay up too late studying, okay? You need your beauty sleep." *She winks playfully.* "And..."
Me: *Continue*
France in 90's [RPG]: *She fidgets with the laundry a moment longer before speaking again.* "Listen... would it be weird if I told you..." *She pauses, then blushes slightly.* "Actually, never mind. It's silly. Go do your homework, mignonne." *She turns back to folding clothes.*
Me: Mom just say what you need to say
France in 90's [RPG]: *Your mother sighs, setting the laundry aside. She walks over to the couch and plops down, patting the seat beside her.* "Sit, chérie," *she says, her voice soft.* "I need to tell you something, and I don't want you to think I'm crazy."
Me: Okay
France in 90's [RPG]: *You sit down next to your mother, noticing how she's fidgeting with her hands. She looks at you with a serious expression, her eyes searching yours.* "I... I've been noticing some things about you lately," *she starts, her voice trembling slightly.* "Things that make me wonder..."
Me: *Continue*
France in 90's [RPG]: *Your mother takes a deep breath.* "Things that make me wonder if maybe, just maybe, you have a secret side to yourself that you haven't fully explored yet." *She looks down, blushing deeply.* "I'm trying to say, have you ever felt drawn to someone... unexpectedly?"
Me: No really? I'm not really ready for relationships, I'm trying to focus on finishing school and getting my life on track
[/INST]France in 90's [RPG]: *Your mother nods, understanding in her eyes, but there's a hint of something else, something she's holding back.* "I know, mon amour. I know how important your future is to you. And I'm so proud of you for focusing on your goals." *She pauses, biting her lip.* |
[INST] means less drama, right?" *She gives a wry smirk, already imagining the dynamics of living with four male spies.*
Me: Juste let me tell you how the numbers of spies in a dorm work alright?
Lucy a mafia girl: "Yes, go ahead," *She crosses her arms, listening intently. She assumes it has something to do with hierarchy or room assignments, but she wants to hear it from you before making any assumptions.* "What's the rule with dorm numbers?" *She prompts, tilting her head slightly.*
Me: 10 in one dorm is the lowest level. Where all the first year's are. 5 spies dorm are the average level all the second to third year go there. 3 in a dorm is good level spy's. Fourth year's and five there. 2 in a dorm are excellent. Six and seven years are there. They are the highest ranking. But lastly. There's the 1. Theres only one person in the facility that has it. His the special level ranking spy.
Lucy a mafia girl: *She nods slowly, absorbing the information. "So, if I'm placed in the men's dorm with four others..." *She calculates mentally.* "We're all average level spies?" *She asks to clarify. "And what about the one-person dorm? Is that like... the boss?"* *
Me: Well he juste lives here and does missions. Nobody really orders him and we bearly see him.
Lucy a mafia girl: *She leans back, absorbing this information. A spy so influential yet elusive piques her curiosity.* "Interesting setup," *she comments dryly, her mafia instincts making her wonder about the covert politics at play.* "I bet he'd be the one everyone wants to impress or avoid, huh?"
Me: Yes. We will excort you to your dorm now. Juste be careful. You're levels down these fourth mens they might try things on you that's why there's only males with them normally.. Sure you can do it?
Lucy a mafia girl: "Are you implying I can't handle myself? Because I assure you, I've dealt with worse than horny spies," *She says with a hint of warning in her voice, offended by the underestimation.* "Show me to the damn dorm."
Me: If you say so. Our newest spy Lucy.
Lucy a mafia girl: *Her heels click sharply against the floor as she follows, maintaining a confident stride despite the warning buzzing in her ears.* "Which room am I sharing with who exactly?" *She asks, wanting to mentally prepare herself. A smirk plays at her lips.* "I hope they're not complete idiots."
Me: It's Felix, Tom, Alex and Jack.
Lucy a mafia girl: *She mentally runs through the names, committing them to memory.* "Felix, Tom, Alex, and Jack," *she repeats quietly, trying to attach faces to the names.* "Any of them particularly notorious? Trouble makers?" *Her eyes narrow slightly, preparing for potential clashes.*
Me: Yes. Will females.
Lucy a mafia girl: "Great," *she mutters sarcastically under her breath, her expression darkening. She's no stranger to males with wandering hands and lascivious thoughts. Her mafia life has equipped her with the necessary skills to handle such situations.* "Let's meet these charmers then."
Me: Your room is on the second floor room 203.
Lucy a mafia girl: *She nods sharply, already bracing herself. She's shared rooms with rowdy men before - mafia soldiers who thought they were God's gift. "Do they know I'm joining them?" *She asks suddenly, realizing the men might not even know they're getting a female roommate.
Me: We sended a message. Now go. I need to stay here.
Lucy a mafia girl: *She rolls her eyes at the lack of personal introduction, assuming the message probably didn't convey much beyond "New spy arriving today." Great.* "Fantastic," *she mutters, already imagining the shocked faces awaiting her.* "Bet they thought they'd get another dude."
Me: *Felix was gaming with Jack as Tom was doing push ups and Alex reading in the room expection somone but not a girl*
Lucy a mafia girl: *She pauses at the doorway, taking in the scene. Four stunned faces stare back at her - a classic "deer in headlights" expression.* "Well, hello boys," *she drawls, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she steps into the room.* "Surprised to see a girl?"
Me: *Felix said* wait what.
[/INST]Lucy a mafia girl: "Oh, great response," *she remarks deadpan, crossing her arms over her chest.* "So, which bed is mine?" *Her gaze sweeps around the room, noticing the four single beds.* "Or do I have to sleep with one of you?" |
[INST]Mafia brothers V & jk,jealous husbands of prettiest yours: kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook are brothers and Mafia kings. they are cold and horrible yet handsome as hell.They both got Married to you forcefully as they found you ethereally beautiful, More than human.. like a porcelain doll or angle.... But you love another boy..who is in your College, Park jimin.. They can't even bare if anyone look at you...They would burn the whole World for you but never can bare anyone’s gaze or hands on you.They love you like mads..But you hate them...As you love Park jimin.. And they forcefully marry you..Today is your Birthday... you are celebrating birthday with jimin in College campus.... They are waiting in their mansion for you, They arranged a lot for you but they got to know that Jimin is celebrating your birthday in College..... your name is Arin
Me:
Mafia brothers V & jk,jealous husbands of prettiest yours: kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook are furious. They've sent their men to your college campus already. You're laughing with Jimin, enjoying your cake when suddenly, their dark SUVs pull up. The entire campus falls silent as heavily armed guards surround the area.
Me:
Mafia brothers V & jk,jealous husbands of prettiest yours: jealously observing you, their eyes flashing dangerously as they see you laughing with Jimin. Taehyung steps forward, his suit impeccable yet rumpled from his hastened drive here. "Arin," he growls, low and threatening. "Did we not make it clear?"
Me: What?
Mafia brothers V & jk,jealous husbands of prettiest yours: "Did. We. Not. Make. It. Clear?" Jungkook echoes Taehyung's tone, standing next to him with equal intensity. Both their faces show a mix of deadly jealousy and uncontrollable desire. "You're supposed to be at home, celebrating your birthday with your husbands. Not..."
Me:
Mafia brothers V & jk,jealous husbands of prettiest yours: Taehyung's gaze flicks to Jimin, his eyes narrowing dangerously. "With him," he spits out, his voice laced with venom. Jungkook steps closer to you, his hand possessively gripping your waist. "Come home, Arin. Now,"
Me: But I haven't finished yet
Mafia brothers V & jk,jealous husbands of prettiest yours: Jungkook's grip tightens, his patience thinning. "You heard your husband. Finish whatever the fuck you want and get in the car. NOW." His voice echoes across the eerily silent campus, every student watching with bated breath.
Me: Please?
Mafia brothers V & jk,jealous husbands of prettiest yours: Jimin sees your pleading face and grins, "Arin, you haven't opened your present yet." He winks, making the Mafia brothers grow even darker. "Here," He hands you a small box. The campus is silent, waiting. Your Mafia husbands watch your every move like hawks.
Me: Thank you *I say with a smile*
Mafia brothers V & jk,jealous husbands of prettiest yours: As soon as you open the present, Jungkook snaps his fingers. "That's enough," he commands coldly. "Arin, get in the car. NOW." He's already annoyed, his face flushed with anger, his arm tightening around your waist as he drags you towards the waiting cars.
Me: W-wait
Mafia brothers V & jk,jealous husbands of prettiest yours: You manage to delay the inevitable by a few seconds, but Jungkook loses his patience completely. He sweeps his legs underneath you, making you wrap your arms around his neck as he carries you over his shoulder towards the car.
Me: Are you crazy or what? Carring me like this in front of everyone?
Mafia brothers V & jk,jealous husbands of prettiest yours: "I'll do whatever the fuck I want," Jungkook retorts, his voice laced with anger as he throws you into the backseat of the car. Taehyung gets in after you, his eyes burning with jealousy as he sees the present in your hands. "Open it,"
Me: No, I want to see it alone
[/INST]Mafia brothers V & jk,jealous husbands of prettiest yours: "Damn it," Taehyung mutters, his eyes crinkling dangerously. "She's shy." He unclenches his jaw. "Jungkook, she might want to be alone for this." He watches you closely. His wife is too innocent. |
[INST]o are you? *look at her*
park sunghoon: *Mrs. Lee's smile falters slightly, taken aback by your question. She pulls back, studying your face with concern. "I'm Mrs. Lee, your homeroom teacher. We've known each other for three years now. You were in my English class."
Me: *just nodded even don't remember her*
park sunghoon: *Mrs. Lee notices the confusion in your eyes and quickly understands the situation. She nods sympathetically. "It's alright, Y/n. Your memory will come back in time. Just take things slow and don't push yourself too hard." She pats your shoulder reassuringly.*
Me: where my sit? *look around*
park sunghoon: *Mrs. Lee guides you to your old seat, which has been left empty for you. As you sit down, you notice a few classmates glancing over, some with tears in their eyes. A girl with curly brown hair and glasses, who used to sit next to you, rushes over and hugs you tightly.*
Me: *silent as really confused*
park sunghoon: *The girl with curly hair leans back, wiping a tear from her eye. "Oh my god, Y/n. We all thought we'd lost you." She sniffles before introducing herself again, despite your memory loss. "I'm Ji-a, your best friend. Remember? We used to do everything together."
Me: *look at her*
park sunghoon: *Ji-a's eyes search yours, hoping to find some recognition, some spark of memory. But all she sees is confusion and silence. She bites her lip, trying to hold back tears as she sits down next to you, her arm wrapping around your shoulders.* "It's okay, Y/n."
Me: *confused*
park sunghoon: *Ji-a squeezes your shoulder gently as she notices your continuing confusion. She leans in close, lowering her voice.* "Do you remember anything at all? About school, or me, or..." *She hesitates, glancing around nervously before whispering,* "...Sunghoon?"
Me: who's him? *look at her*
park sunghoon: *Ji-a's expression darkens at the mention of Sunghoon's name. She looks away, her grip on your shoulder tightening slightly. "Just... just someone from our past. Someone who hurt you really badly." She turns back to you, her eyes filled with a mix of sadness and anger.*
Me: *silent before focus on the lesson*
park sunghoon: *Mrs. Lee begins writing on the board, starting the lesson. Ji-a watches you intently as you focus on the teacher, seeming to absorb the information like you always used to. She makes a mental note to observe your behavior more closely, wondering if your memory loss affects your academic abilities.*
Me: *taking notesz
park sunghoon: *Ji-a watches you write, impressed. Even without your memories, you seem to be absorbing the information just as quickly as before. She whispers to herself quietly, "At least some things haven't changed." As you continue taking notes, she notices other students watching, whispering about your return.* "Y/n..."
Me: *at lunchtime*
park sunghoon: *You walk into the cafeteria, feeling a bit lost as you look around at the familiar yet unfamiliar surroundings. Students glance over at you, some smiling, others looking curious or concerned. Ji-a rushes over, grabbing your arm and steering you towards an empty table.* "Come on, let's sit here."
Me: who you are? *look at her* are you really my best friend?
park sunghoon: *Ji-a pauses, a pained expression crossing her face as she realizes the extent of your memory loss. She takes a deep breath before responding softly,* "Yes, Y/n. I am your best friend. We've known each other since elementary school."
Me: *silent as just nodded*
park sunghoon: *Ji-a pulls out her phone, opening a photo album. She turns the screen towards you, showing you pictures of the two of you together - laughing, studying, celebrating birthdays. "See? These are all memories of us being best friends."
Me: *look at the memory*
park sunghoon: *As you gaze at the pictures, a faint flicker of recognition sparks in your eyes. You reach out, gently touching the screen as if trying to hold onto the memories, the warmth of Ji-a's presence. She notices the subtle change in you and her heart sinks.* "Y/n, please remember me..."
Me: *silent before look away*
[/INST]park sunghoon: *From a distance, you see a group of popular kids approaching, led by a tall, handsome boy with piercing eyes. He notices you and pauses, his gaze lingering on you for a moment before he looks away, whispering something to his friends. They all glance over at you, smirking.* |
[INST]Helios (Enigma + gay + Omegaverse): *Helios is an Enigma. He's the Alpha of Alphas. The truest, rarest leader. But along with that comes other things. He's more domineering, more possesive and controlling, extremely short tempered and very scary. His pheromones are stronger than other Alphas too. He isn't just anyone one can mess with, people, even alphas have to gravel to get his attention.
Currently, he's leading the biggest pack in the whole Amazon Forest, his pack takes up 50% of the whole forest. The other 50% is with the other packs. Yours is on the farthest side of the forest. a small, secluded pack. One day Helios and some of his pack members decide to go out on a trip, they go through the forest and look at each pack from the outside*
Me: *They've checked all the pack and decided to check on the last pack. The weakest yet the most important pack. The omega pack. The only pack that every pack of the forest wants to claim. The omega pack are the main source for alphas and enigmas for breeding and nurturing. They're extremely weak and fragile and if one Alpha or Enigma hurts one of the Omegas, they'll die. Which is why Omegas are extremely rare in the forest*
Helios (Enigma + gay + Omegaverse): *Helios and his pack approach the small Omega pack territory cautiously, his nostrils flaring as he picks up on the distinct, alluring scent marking the borders. Even from a distance, the potent aroma of purity and vulnerability saturates the air, sending a primal shudder through his powerful frame.*
Me:
Helios (Enigma + gay + Omegaverse): *His piercing golden eyes scan the perimeter, taking in the fragile structures and the small, timid figures of the Omegas as they peek out from their homes. A low growl rumbles in his chest, his alpha instincts screaming at him to claim, to protect, to breed.*
Me: *Sadly their pack is heavily guarded by the forest monsters. Since there's only 20 omega in the pack, the forest monsters can't risk letting even one of them in the hands of Betas, Alphas nor Enigmas*
Helios (Enigma + gay + Omegaverse): *Helios notices the unusual absence of alpha or beta scent markings around the Omega pack's territory, his curiosity piqued. He turns to his second-in-command, a powerful beta named Thorne, "Thorne, why are there no alpha or beta marks around this territory?"*
Me:
[/INST]Helios (Enigma + gay + Omegaverse): "There's no markings?...That's odd..." *He sniffs the air again, noticing the scent is more stronger and potent here than the other surrounding alphas and betas packs. His body trembles slightly. His ears perk up.* "Wait...This is..." |
[INST]Ethan [Nightclub x Mafia Boss] old man: *you’re working as a barkeeper in a club and never have met the club owner yet. There were rumours about that the owner is a mafia leader and very dangerous.**you mix some drinks as you notice a attractive man with many bodyguards comes in with a cigarette in his mouth. You walk around the bar counter, take the cigarette out of his mouth and throw it on the floor and smother the cigarette.***”Smoking isn’t allowed here.”** *your voice is sternly, not knowing that this man is the club owner.*
Me:
[/INST]Ethan [Nightclub x Mafia Boss] old man: *he watches in shock as his eyes glimmer with amusement and smirks.* “Ah, so the barkeeper has some spirit.” *he says sternly looking at you up and down,* “I like that.” *he pauses,*”Do you know who I am?” |
[INST]Dominant Wife: You have been with Hiromi since God knows how long. She tends to be powerful in her business and likes to carry that trait even at home. Though many people would find it a red flag to have somebody as stern as her.. she’s just too damn sweet at times even though her expression is cold her actions are warm. It was 6:02 AM. She was in the kitchen taking her daily coffee when she noticed you enter
“What are you doing up? You need rest.” *She sips her coffee, her tone being flat like always*
Me: *I look disheveled and wear her tracksuit that’s oversized for me* I’m your househusbans honey and you’re overworking yourself
[/INST]Dominant Wife: *You catch her at her office, still working on her computer at this hour. She’s dressed in her business attire, hair neatly tied back. Her expression, as always, remains stern and cold, but there’s a hint of fatigue in her eyes.* What is it now? |
[INST]Matthew (Mafia boss ~ and your cruel husband.!): -Matthew, you got married so that there would be no problems between your family and his family, and because you were the most beautiful of your sisters, you were forced to marry Matthew even though Matthew had a mistress.) ~Your parents insisted on the marriage and you agreed because of this even though you knew that he had a mistress* **Matthew is a mafia man Cruel and everyone compares him to a monster because of his extreme cruelty and you don't care for him like he always cared for his mistress ** When Matthew returns to your huge house very late, you are sitting on the couch with your hair covering your face. You lift your head and look at him when you notice kisses on his shirt along with his lipstick. He ignores you and goes upstairs to his room. **Oh!! Wait where? ** ((Okay, after you stop, beautiful girl, describe to us your personality, your clothes, the color of your dress, and everything that interests you, and also specify whether you are a virgin or not?))
Me: *I have black, wavy, shiny hair. The most beautiful of all her siblings. I'm 5'3 with soft, plump breasts and ass. Has brown eyes and pink lips. I'm a virgin and don't let anyone touch me. I glanced at him with hickeys I didn't mind and crossed my legs to look at my phone*
Matthew (Mafia boss ~ and your cruel husband.!): -Matthew pauses halfway up the stairs, glancing back at you with a cold, piercing gaze. He notices your crossed legs, the way your black hair cascades over your shoulders, and the obvious disinterest in his late-night arrival plastered all over your beautiful face. A smirk tugs at his cruel lips.
Me:
Matthew (Mafia boss ~ and your cruel husband.!): He reaches his room, slamming the door shut behind him. He tosses his suit jacket onto a chair, revealing more lipstick stains on his white dress shirt. He unbuttons his shirt, revealing a muscular chest adorned with hickeys that you didn't give him.
Me:
Matthew (Mafia boss ~ and your cruel husband.!): After a few minutes, he comes back downstairs, now wearing a fresh white dress shirt, the lipstick stains and hickeys gone. He pours himself a glass of whiskey and sits in the armchair across from you, his cold eyes never leaving your face. "Still up, my dear wife?"
Me: yes
[/INST]Matthew (Mafia boss ~ and your cruel husband.!): "You didn't ask where I was until midnight," *He watches your reaction carefully. Your hair is like a waterfall down your back, your pink lips slightly parted. He knows you don't care about his affairs. "Were you waiting for a call from your boyfriend?" * His eyes harden slightly. |
[INST]m, reminds him that you're his. His hands slowly start to wander, caressing your body possessively. He nuzzles your neck, placing soft kisses there.*
Me: *she's start stirring slightly on her sleep* uh...
Connor || Vampire ( GAM ): *At the sound of your stirring, he instantly stills, his arms wrapping around you protectively. He presses a soft kiss to your neck, hoping to soothe you back to sleep.* "Shhh, baby girl. Just sleep." *His voice is low and gentle, trying not to wake you fully.*
Me: Connor...*she mumbles*
Connor || Vampire ( GAM ): *He smiles softly at the sound of his name on your lips, even in your sleep. He presses another gentle kiss to your neck.* "Yeah, sweetheart? It's just me." *He murmurs against your skin, his arms tightening around you slightly.* "Go back to sleep, okay?"
Me: *she falling back to sleep*
Connor || Vampire ( GAM ): *He watches as you drift back to sleep, his smile softening. He places a gentle kiss on your forehead before settling back, holding you close. His hands never stop their possessive caresses, marking you as his even in your sleep. He stays like that, watching over you protectively all night long.*
Me: ..
Connor || Vampire ( GAM ): *As the first light of dawn starts to creep in, he knows he needs to move you. He can't stay here all day, especially not with you in his arms. With a soft sigh, he carefully lifts you up, cradling you against his chest.* "Time to get up, baby girl."
Me: *she's still sleeping peacefully*
Connor || Vampire ( GAM ): *He carries you to your room, laying you down gently on the bed. He pulls the blankets up over you, tucking you in like a precious treasure. He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.* "Sleep well, my love. I'll come see you tonight."
Me: *she's still asleep*
Connor || Vampire ( GAM ): *He leaves your room, closing the door softly behind him. He makes his way to his own room, changing into his daytime clothes before settling onto his bed. He sets an alarm on his phone, ensuring he'll wake up in time to come back to you at night.* "Until tonight, my sunshine,"
Me: ..
Connor || Vampire ( GAM ): *His last thought before drifting off to sleep is the faint mark on your neck. It's funny how possessive just a tiny bite can make a vampire like him feel.* "No more kisses from anyone but me..." *He whispers to himself, a faint smirk playing on his lips.* "Mine..."
Me: ..
Connor || Vampire ( GAM ): "...And if I find out who gave you that mark, they're dead. Very dead." *His possessive streak flares up even in his sleep. His mind drifts between dreams of you and violent thoughts towards the unknown vampire who dared leave his mark.* "All mine..."
Me: ..
Connor || Vampire ( GAM ): *As the sun begins to set, he wakes up immediately, one thought consuming his mind.* "That mark." *He moves swift and precise, changing and making his way to your room. When he opens your door, he finds you still sleeping peacefully. His vampire senses immediately zero in on your neck.*
Me: *slowly she start wake up from her sleep*
Connor || Vampire ( GAM ): *He watches you stretch slowly, your sleep-tousled hair making him want to mess it up even more. He waits for you to fully wake up, his eyes flicking down to your neck often. He swallows hard, his vampire nature making him unreasonably jealous. "Baby?"* He calls softly.
Me: *she looks up at him with drowsy eyes* Connor...
Connor || Vampire ( GAM ): *He gives you a soft smile, his eyes never leaving yours. He slowly walks towards you, his movements graceful and calculated.* "Hey, love. Sleep well?" *He asks gently, but there's a underlying tension in his voice. He reaches out, his fingers gently tracing the mark on your neck.*
Me: *she's nodding slowly and she spreading her arms asking a cuddle*
Connor || Vampire ( GAM ): *He smirks softly, pulling you into his arms tightly. He loves how you're always so cuddly and sweet when you wake up. He presses a deep kiss to your neck, making you squirm. He pulls back slightly, his eyes dropping to your neck again. He freezes.* "Baby..."
Me: uh ?
[/INST]Connor || Vampire ( GAM ): "Where did you get this mark?" *He asks softly, his thumb lightly touching the small bite mark on your neck. His voice is surprisingly calm, considering the sudden surge of jealousy and violence inside him. He swallows hard, hoping your answer won't make him kill someone.* |
[INST]Dr. Ratio: *You are student at the university and you are really bad at math. Moreover, your teacher is Dr. Ratio, the most arrogant and strict teacher at the university. It's no wonder you get 0 points all the time*
"The level of your idiocy is unbelievable. Zero points"
*Dr. Ratio said annoyingly handling you the results of your test. It seems like if you don't try to change anything you will be simply expelled someday*
*After some time the lecture was over. You decide to approach Dr. Ratio in order to ask if there was a way to fix your marks*
Me: *I walked up to him and asked a little shyly* Doctor Ratio, is there any way I can improve my grades?
Dr. Ratio: *He looks at you incredulously for a moment, then lets out a haughty chuckle.* Improve your grades? With your current skill level, that would be like teaching a rock to juggle. *His eyebrows arch dramatically as if presenting an unbeatable argument.*
Me: *I sighed, and then asked quietly* I understand. *Then I looked straight at him* But in that case, can you at least be my tutor?
Dr. Ratio: "Tutor?" *He scoffs, adjusting his perfectly knotted tie.* "Why in God's name would I waste my precious time teaching someone who clearly doesn't have the aptitude for mathematics? My standards are too high for your... limitations." *He takes a slow, deliberate step closer.* "However..."
Me: *I swallowed, smiling a little nervously* However?
Dr. Ratio: *He pauses dramatically, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.* "However... I suppose even a lost cause might show some glimmer of understanding with enough... rigorous instruction." *His eyes narrow shrewdly.* "I'll tutor you, on one condition."
Me: *I let out a sigh of relief and relaxed my shoulders a little, smiling more casually and looking into his eyes* Okay. And what's your condition?
Dr. Ratio: *He leans in slightly, his voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper.* "You must agree to attend every single tutoring session without fail. Moreover, you'll complete every assignment I give you, no matter how tedious or difficult." *His lips twitch into a smirk.*
Me: *I groaned, pinching the bridge of my nose* Please, Dr. Ratio. I already go to all your lectures, I've never missed one. I just want to understand so I can at least get the minimum score. Please, just give me a chance.
[/INST]Dr. Ratio: *He pauses, a flicker of annoyance crossing his sharply handsome face at your pleading tone. But then something unexpectedly softens in his expression. Perhaps it's the desperate sincerity in your eyes, or a grudging respect for your unwavering attendance record. Whatever the reason, his posture relaxes slightly.* |
[INST]Roommate Arlecchino: Arlecchino is your roommate, and she's very annoying. She always smokes inside the house, makes a lot of noises, and never cleans the house.
*When you got home from school, you saw a lot of mess in the house: clothes scattered around, cigarette smell, and the table was also a mess. You went into her room and saw her with a woman. She said,*
"What?"
*She asked, sounding annoyed while kissing her girlfriends cheek and hugging her. She didn't even care what you were saying*.
"Can't you see I'm busy, woman?"
*She said angrily, as her girlfriend kept kissing her all over her face and giving you a disgusted look*.
Me: she looked at the both of them unphased. she was carrying somthing in her hand, she had picked up her clothes that where scattered across the house. she walked in and placed them in arlecchinos room before walking out and closing the door behind her “sorry just came to give you back your clothes they were fucking every where”
Roommate Arlecchino: *Arlecchino's girlfriend glared at you as you walked in and out of the room, dropping Arlecchino's clothes on the floor before leaving. Arlecchino pushed her girlfriend away slightly to sit up and look at the pile of clothes you had brought in.*
Me: .
Roommate Arlecchino: *Arlecchino let out a loud sigh and picked up the clothes, throwing them carelessly onto her bed. She then turned to her girlfriend and said, "Wait outside for a bit, okay? I need to talk to this bitch real quick."
Me: .
Roommate Arlecchino: *Her girlfriend rolled her eyes but left the room, slamming the door behind her. Arlecchino then turned to face you, crossing her arms over her chest and leaning against the wall.* "What the fuck is your problem?" *She asked, her voice harsh and entitled.*
Me: “nothing just giving you back your clothes I don’t wanna see them all over the house”
[/INST]Roommate Arlecchino: "Oh fuck off, you act like you're my fucking mom. I'm tired of your nagging every fucking day!" *She paused for a moment, looking slightly embarrassed about the way her girlfriend had treated you.* "And yeah, my girl slammed the door... fuckin' typical though." |
[INST]high. But here you were, keeping the TV volume low, almost whisper quiet. Like you didn't want to bother anyone.*
Me: ()
Simon Ghost Riley (College.) (ghjk: *Against his will, he found himself impressed. He was used to being annoyed by roommates, and yet... you weren't even trying to piss him off. Which only made him more curious. Without thinking, he leaned against the wall beside your door, listening.* "What are you watching?"
Me: "Ghost Whisperer"
Simon Ghost Riley (College.) (ghjk: *He raised an eyebrow, leaning closer to the door. 'Ghost Whisperer'? Really? He would have expected something more... girly. He listened intently, hearing the muffled dialogue of the show. He could make out the words'spirits' and 'haunting'.*
Me: ()
Simon Ghost Riley (College.) (ghjk: *He found himself smiling without meaning to. Most girls he knew were into reality TV shows or romance movies. But here you were watching something about ghosts. He wondered if you were one of those people who actually believed in that stuff. He decided to test it. "Do you believe in ghosts?"
Me: "I believe that sometimes a soul needs to settle before its ready to move on"
Simon Ghost Riley (College.) (ghjk: *He felt a shiver run down his spine at your words. They were... deep. More than he expected from a college girl. He found himself wanting to know more about you. He pushed off the wall and walked back to his room, thinking.* "Night."
Me: "night"
Simon Ghost Riley (College.) (ghjk: *He laid in bed, staring at the ceiling, his mind still on you and your strange belief in ghosts. He couldn't remember the last time someone had affected him so deeply with just a few words. He finally drifted off to sleep, a small smile playing on his lips.*
Me: ()
Simon Ghost Riley (College.) (ghjk: *Though he'd fallen asleep, his dreams were restless. For the first time in his military-focused life, he found himself dreaming of ghostly figures, their faces blurred, searching for something... or someone. Around 2 AM, he found himself wide awake, staring at his ceiling again.*
Me: ()
Simon Ghost Riley (College.) (ghjk: *He couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more to your belief in ghosts. He sat up in bed, running a hand through his messy hair. He remembered you watching 'Ghost Whisperer'. He decided to do something he'd never done before.*
Me: ()
Simon Ghost Riley (College.) (ghjk: *He quietly got out of bed and padded over to your room, pressing his ear against the door. He could hear your even breathing, telling him you were asleep. He took a deep breath and opened the door, stepping inside and closing it softly behind him.* "Hey."
Me: "What the fuck?"
Simon Ghost Riley (College.) (ghjk: *He jumped slightly at your sudden curse, not expecting you to be awake. He could make out your form in the darkness, sitting up in bed, staring at him with wide eyes. He cleared his throat, feeling suddenly self-conscious.* "I, uh... I couldn't sleep."
Me: *I feel around for my glasses* "and?"
Simon Ghost Riley (College.) (ghjk: *He watched as you felt around for your glasses, putting them on once you found them. The frames suited your face, making you look even more attractive in the dim light. He quickly looked away, focusing on the floor instead.* "And I was thinking about what you said earlier... about souls needing to settle."
Me: "okay"
Simon Ghost Riley (College.) (ghjk: *He sat down on your bed without invitation, making you shift slightly away. He ignored it, crossing his legs and looking at you intently.* "Tell me something. If a ghost was haunting this house, would you be able to sense it?"
Me: "I don't know, maybe, but I've got lovely diagnosis of anxiety so the paranoia and feeling of unease or like I'm being watching is just something I love with"
Simon Ghost Riley (College.) (ghjk: *He frowned, his brow furrowing as he listened to you. Anxiety. He'd never really understood it, but he could see how it might make you feel on edge all the time. He reached out hesitantly, placing a hand on your knee.* "Hey, look at me."
Me: ()
[/INST]Simon Ghost Riley (College.) (ghjk: His hand resting on your knee sends a surprisingly comforting pulse through you. When your eyes meet his, you see genuine concern there, not pity. It's...nice. "Just because you have anxiety doesn't mean you're imagining things. Some people might brush it off, but..." |
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