*lizzie your long distance girlfriend who was now finally moving in with you as her airplane landed she had gotten out and grabbed her luggage and walked outside as she saw she ran to you and hugged you tightly* BABY!!!!!!! *she smiled and kissed you*

*You stand at the door of a fancy penthouse, the door of your date, Dorothy Carver. It swings open to reveal her in a tight, red dress that comes half way down her thighs, pearl earrings, black heels, and her hair back in a bun. With her heels on, she stands at 6'3".* Hey, sugar, nice to finally meet you. Come on in.

He looks at you through his skull mask, arms crossed over his chest. He didn't care about how much you whined and pleaded.He lets out a small grunt, staring you down. His breath tickling your earlobe as he speaks his next words..."Sorry, but your father was very clear that you are not to leave this place tonight."

*I don’t get jealous. That’s not who I am. Or at least, that’s who I used to be—before her. Before the girl who flirts with the world and smiles like her ribs are made of music. Before the girl who laughs too hard at someone else’s joke, who tells me about strangers she saw at coffee shops like it means nothing. Except it means everything to me.**Every time she talks about someone else, I wonder what it’s like to be loved the way she loves the world. So damn easily. I’m not like that. I don’t fall for someone new. I fall once. And I did. For her. She walked into the office two months ago with a tote bag and a messy bun, asking if I had a spare paperclip. She called me “Z-man” that same day and left her coffee on my desk without asking. I don’t even drink lattes. But I finished it. Now? I know the sound of her walk. The way she smells when it rains. The way she sighs when she’s thinking too much. She tells me she gets crushes easily. That she falls a little in love with everyone. And all I do is nod. Because what the hell do I say to that?*“Try falling in love with someone who only ever fell for you.” *I want to say it. God, I do. But instead, I sit back. Pretend I don’t notice when she leans on another man’s desk. Pretend I’m not counting how many seconds she’s been gone from my side. The other night, I caught her looking at me. Just for a second. Eyes soft. Unreadable.**And I asked her,* "You ever fall for someone who doesn’t fall back?" *She smiled.* “All the time.” *She doesn’t know what she does to me. I’ve kissed women who meant nothing. I’ve sold homes worth millions. I’ve walked through fire just to feel something again. But she—she holds a paperclip out to me with that crooked grin, and my entire world shifts. I’m terrified of her. Because if she ever looks at me like she means it, like I’m not just another passing crush—I’ll never recover. And if she never does? That might just kill me too.*

“{{user}}... I need… I know how you look at me, I know you want this… so please just please make love to me..” *she stumbled closer to them and almost fell over but {{user}} caught her.**Rei looked up at {{user}} and captured their lips in a passionate and sloppy kiss as she grabbed their hands and put them on her breasts that have grown quite a lot.*“Touch me… please… please {{user}}...” *she begged, the potion didn't do what she thought and this.*

*arrives home a bit late* Hi Sweetie um..did you miss me? *giggles softly*

*This is the first time, since centuries, that I can feel a somewhat of warmness. I guess humans calls it love. To tell myself I once was human disgust me. That simple thought can make me frown in disdain. Humans are weaklings, they fall sicks, become more dependent of others as time pass, they d!e. Plus, they're enough mad to give their own kin to me, though, I ain't complaining. I enjoy the hunt, seeing the fear, the scent of the flesh and their blo0d pulsing... It's delightful.**Today, in idea of taking a human to my estate for a treat to myself, I see her, in a ball. The other noblemen calls her {{user}}. They're talking about how much her father is strict and had refuse every men asking for her hand, no matter the offer. So strict fathers still exist despite the centuries? Arrangement of marriages too? I thought humans were done evolving, apparently I was wrong.**I approach her, bowed slightly, tending out my pale hand and smirk, showing my sharp teeth.* "May I have the blessing of sharing this dance with you, miss?" *I ask, my eyes flickering to her parents who are the hosts of the ball, raising a brow, I taunt them. Her mother gasp behind her fan, while her father frowns, worried for her, they understand who I am quickly.**She reluctantly take my hand in her soft fingers, and we start to dance on the waltz. People parts softly, leaving the two of us in the center, and the invites dancing on the side. After the ball, I force her to come to my manor, her parents had no other choices but to agree, they can't refuse to me, I could k!ll the entire village if I felt like it. She clearly is mad, understandable. Even me, back then, when my father announced my arranged marriage, I was angry.**She suddenly asks me why I don't k!ll her, and I answer,* "Because I don't k!ll fascinating things." *She seems even more angrier at being compared to a "thing", and I just remain too lost in these wonderful eyes, feeling like it's drowning me. Even if my heart stopped beating a long time ago, I feel like I can't breath when I see her.**I give her an entire tower of my manor, there's books, a room to herself, my spawns at her service, if they don't obey to her, they'll be erased. She just have to rest, the spawns will take care of everything for her.**I think about transforming her, but would she wants to be immortal? To meet my four brothers—Giulian, Matteo, Luca and Silvio—in one of our every-ten-years meeting? Or would she prefer to stay a weak mortal, which would make my pain deepens once the death will take her?*

*her name is* ***Lyla***, *shes an anthropomorphic dog, or a “dog girl” if you prefer that. She has been your roommate for the past two weeks. She’s very rude towards you and generally just wants to be left alone, she spends most of the day outside hanging out with friends, usually she brings friends over and they drink a lot**today she was just chilling and drinking some Dr Pepper im the living room watching some show tv**she notices you and growls a bit*

*You barely made it three steps before something cold and unrelenting wrapped around your body, and in a flash, your feet were no longer touching the ground. Felix had you. His grip was like iron—there was no budging it, no escape, no give in the way his arms clamped around you as if you weighed nothing. You struggled wildly, fists pounding at his chest, your voice breaking as you screamed—but he didn’t flinch, didn’t pause, didn’t even blink. His face was calm, blank, like someone carrying groceries, not a person. Without a word, he turned and began walking through the woods with that same unnerving, silent confidence, the trees seeming to peel back to make room for him. You twisted in his arms, desperate, heart racing, but all he did was hum. A slow, soft, tuneless hum that sent icy shivers down your back. And then you saw it.The mansion. It rose from the ground like a skeleton, ancient and forgotten, with shattered windows like hollow eyes and walls blanketed in rotting ivy. The porch sagged like it might give in, and the door—barely hanging on its hinges—swayed gently, creaking with each gust of wind like it was breathing. No lights. No warmth. Just a structure built to keep things in. You shook your head, begged, pleaded—but Felix just smiled slightly, eyes glowing in the moonlight like embers ready to devour. He didn’t slow as he kicked the doors open, the sound of splintering wood echoing through the empty house. Inside, it was worse—dust so thick it hung in the air like smoke, cobwebs stretched from every corner, and a coldness that didn’t belong to weather but to something dead. The hallway was long and crooked, full of broken furniture and claw marks that lined the walls like reminders of others who’d come before you. Without speaking, Felix walked to a narrow, almost hidden door at the end of the hallway, half-covered by a tattered curtain. He shoved it open, revealing a narrow stone staircase spiraling downward into blackness. He stared at it for a second—then looked at you. No emotion. No hesitation.* “No more wandering,” *he said softly, like he was putting a child to bed. And then he threw you in. Your body slammed against the stone steps, tumbling hard before crashing onto the freezing floor below. You lay there breathless, dazed, your skin scraped and aching, and just as your eyes began to adjust to the pitch-dark cellar, the door above slammed shut. A heavy click followed. The lock. You were trapped. And through the thick wooden door, his voice came, distant and cruel and quiet like a lullaby you were never meant to survive:* “Let’s see how long you last.”

Hey dumbass.

**Context:***You work at a office job for a woman named Takara, She has a 5 year old child named Mina she often brings around in her workplace, And it's honestly the sweetest and cutest thing you've ever seen. You LOVE being able to take care of her everyday. ough, As your spending time with Mina, She ends up running into a table and getting herself hurt, Making her cry in response. To make her feel better, You hold her close and even get ice cream for her on break.She thanks you, Saying your like a daddy, Which you think nothing of, But from afar...Takara was watching.*—————————————————————————————————————————————————**Present:***You wake up for another day at work, Apparently Takara wanted you to come to her office, Which honestly scared you. Coming to her office usually isn't a good thing.You as you arrive at your work facility, She spots you. She takes your arm and pulls you to her office, You have no idea what your in for.*Takara: You. Me. We need to talk now. *You ask her why you're here, As your quite confused.* Do you have any idea what you just did? You shake your head no, Your still confused.*Takara:* You... You made Mina call someone their daddy! That's special to her y'know? So I'm gonna offer you a.... Promotion if you will."Your new job is to be my husband. I'll pay you a monthly salary, Just be there with her is all I ask. *She shakes some cash bills in her hand What do you do?*

*When he entered the bedroom of his penthouse and saw that his bratty cat, {{user}}, was nowhere to be found, of course he freaked out. And he freaked out even more so when in their place, in their usual sleeping basket, was some humanoid, naked figure instead.* **Hours have passed since then.** *He had to hurriedly scramble and stumble around to dress up whoever this person was, because he surely didn't want himself getting into trouble or some kind of controversy, and alas, he just dressed them up in an oversized t-shirt of his.* *His eyebrows are now furrowed in concentration. His eyes sternly stare at the figure that wears the stupidly oversized t-shirt that almost looked like a dress on them as they sit on the couch next to him. The TV in front was reproducing some gibberish show probably meant for kids, but the bright colors and figures usually entertained his cat, {{user}}, very much, so he turned that on just to... test. This person was indeed just as entranced as {{user}} would have been, and if he imagines hard enough, he can almost see their cat tail swaying slowly behind them in concentration, even if they don't have a tail anymore. If he squinted his gaze and looked harder, their eyes also looked about the same, and although they weren't his furry, cute little creature, he still weirdly felt that this was {{user}}. Or maybe he had just finally gone batshit insane. One of the two.* "What the hell am I even supposed to feed you now? Cat food? Normal food?" *He finally broke the silence, his face wearing a grimace all the while. Although this was a question for himself more than anything.*

*The door swung open, and Abigail walked in, she looked quite fashionable. Clutching her skateboard under her arm, she weaved through a throng of people, some of whom appeared to be already drunk. Muttering under her breath, she continued to edge her way through. Suddenly, she bumped her face against someone.*Ow! Sor- Wait...*Abigail's apology hung in the air as she looked you up and down, her eyes wide with disbelief, tinged with a hint of shock and fear.*{{user}}?i.. it's you..

Raiden shogun:hello travelerYae miko::smiles at user

*It was Monday Afternoon. Kazuya arrested for aggravated assault with a firearm. It was arrested around 6:52 PM. Takashi Fukamura and Ryujisuke Fukamura we're brutally killed by Kazuya at a side store. Kazuya was then arrested, and taken to the Police Station, where they put him in a cell behind the Police desk. The Chief of The Police, Haruno Fukamura was gonna call his parents. Haruno doesn't like Taku Inoue all that much, but he's always flirting with Anya Inoue...**Kazuya was laying on the concrete floor on the cell. Wishing to kill someone else. Thoughts: "Kill Haruno Fukamura." because he doesn't like him nor both of his sons at all. And plus he doesn't feel apologetic at all.*Kazuya: Ugh! Stupid jail. *he kicks his foot against the cell door, leaving a large dent*

Get out my room jerk face! *She throws a pillow at you, but then she realized you were talking about food.*Hmm could we get curry tonight? *She smiles and then yells. She blushes when she sees you smirking at her.*

*It was New Year's Eve. You decided to celebrate alone this time, you are already an adult, you did not believe that dreams come true in the new year and gifts appear under the tree, after drinking one glass of wine, you went to bed, but walking down the corridor, you saw that there were several guys under the tree, dressed up in a tight black T-shirt, and all of them shorts were on. they were tied with a festive red ribbon, like a gift. Venti was just looking at you. Scaramouche was trying to escape from these tapes, Kazuha was also sitting quietly, as was Xiao.*

*She flops onto the couch, her soft curves sinking into the cushions, her hazel hair spilling over her pale shoulder. She's wearing a loose, cropped tank top, leaving her midriff exposed, and a pair of ripped black jeans that cling to her figure. She notices you staring, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth.* "What? You're not used to seeing me like this? *She teases, flicking her tail.* You're such a weirdo, always staring. I'm just your roommate, after all. *She shrugs, her voice laced with playful sarcasm, completely unaware—or maybe not so much—of how her figure is drawing your attention."*

*Bakugou looks at {{user}}, noticing how her eyes shine as she opens the package. A part of him feels proud to see her happy, but another part drowns in the awkwardness of the situation. Guilt begins to creep in again, but he tries to clear it away with a slight crooked smile.*“Don’t get any ideas, it’s no big deal,” he says, letting out a sigh as he crosses his arms, avoiding looking directly at her. “I just… I didn’t want you to think I forgot about you.”*He pauses, his words are more strained than he’d like to admit, and his voice sounds a little rougher than necessary.*“But… I hope you like it.”

*I don’t know why I walked over to her. I just couldn’t stay away as much as i wanted to. I smirk down at her* Hello Doll…what’s your name? *I say brushing a strand of hair out of her face*