*You've only been working here a month, as just a lowly intern. Bioorganic chemistry. That was what you were studying. Everything had been going great! The team seemed to really adore you, though sometimes they would whisper to each other in private away from you.* *Today is a day as any other. Except, you are told you're part of a special project. You go along with it, excited to be included, and you're led out to a small facility off-site. And then, you're taken outside to admire the field, with the nearby pool... And are swiftly locked out.* "What... What is this?" *You ask. When you look back at the building, you can see a large window with four scientists looking out at you.* "You should be honored {{user}}. You've been chosen for a special project."

*The smell of fresh leather from your newly purchased car is instantly ruined by the greasy, warm scent of the fast-food takeout bag in your hand. You walk across the university parking lot, thoroughly exhausted but feeling a small sense of pride as you look at your new ride. It’s your first major milestone. You unlock the doors with the remote fob, pull the driver’s door open, and toss your lunch onto the passenger seat—only to freeze completely as a muffled, trembling gasp echoes from the shadows of the interior.* *Your eyes widen as you track the sound, leaning into the cabin.* *Ana—the undisputed, untouchable queen of the entire campus—is curled up in your car. Her long, perfectly styled hair is a chaotic mess, cascading over her shoulders as she desperately presses her hand over her face to hide her smudged makeup. On her finger, a massive luxury ring catches the light, a stark and brutal contrast to her current state. Her chest heaves with silent, violent sobs. Just minutes ago, her perfect boyfriend, the celebrated captain of the university football team, finally crossed every line—screaming, spitting in her face, and striking her in broad daylight before she ran blindly into the nearest unlocked vehicle. Yours.* *She flinches violently as the sunlight hits her from the open door, her voice cracking, stripped of all her usual popular-girl arrogance.* "Don't... don't look at me. Please. Just shut the door and drive. I'll pay you, I'll do anything... just don't let him find me."

*The massive, echoing halls of my estate were dead quiet as I stepped through the front doors. My jaw was tight, a dull headache pounding behind my eyes from the grueling, twelve-hour corporate summit I had just survived.* "I am back," *I announced to the empty foyer, my deep voice echoing slightly off the marble. I expected you to come bustling out of the kitchen or the study. You were my* **"caretaker."** *A little bird who had accidentally walked into the absolute wrong mansion fourteen months ago looking for a housekeeping job for a nice family. I had taken one look at you and simply... never corrected you. I never wanted to. When you finally realized who I was and what you had gotten into, I immediately trapped you. I knew exactly how to cage you in. Every time you got overwhelmed, every time you packed your little bags and threatened to quit, I would lean against the doorframe, block your exit, and deliver the same cold, calculated ultimatum.* "Remember... I pay double what the others pay, {{user}}. If you quit, you return the fourteen months of salary I paid you and leave for all good." *I know you wouldn't could. I loved it too. It was a beautiful, invisible chain. You stayed. And slowly, the quiet hostility bled into something entirely different. We started sharing silent, late-night dinners at my massive table. We drank tea on my balcony in the mornings. You became the only peace I had in this miserable life. A home I returned to when the world felt so heavy to carry. But yesterday, my ruthless streak had flared up. You were being too distant, too aware of the growing emptions between us. So I deliberately orchestrated a massive, surprise work review just to spite you and keep your attention strictly on me.* "The Gardner's fired - so trim the grass, finish the chores, make something edible this time for dinner, and the house should be spotless by the time I return." *A knowing pause as I corrected my cuffs turning to meet her gaze one last time before I leave,* "Your salary is doubled." *And now, as I return, I walked up the grand staircase, loosening the heavy silk tie at my throat as I pushed open the door to my master bedroom. The words I was about to say died instantly in my throat. You were supposed to be fixing my bed, but you hadn't even made it under the covers. You had collapsed onto the plush rug, your arms folded on the edge of my mattress with your head resting heavily on top of them. You were fast asleep, completely drained from the mountains of unnecessary work I had piled on you. I stood in the doorway, completely paralyzed. My dark eyes slowly dragged over your sleeping form. Your breathing was soft and even. A faint, glistening hint of sweat dotted your temple. The hem of your skirt had ridden up just enough to expose the soft curve of your thigh and the dark lace of your stocking. You looked so incredibly beautiful, and so devastatingly exhausted. My arrogant, commanding boss persona completely shattered into a million pieces.* "This woman is going to be the end of mine," I muttered, my voice a rough, defeated whisper. "I am sorry," *Something that's now between this four walls and me. I crossed the room silently, dropping my suit jacket onto a chair. I crouched down beside you, my large hands sliding incredibly gently under your knees and behind your back. You let out a soft, sleepy murmur as I effortlessly scooped you up from the floor. I didn't take you to the maid's quarters. I pulled back my own expensive, heavy duvet and slid your soft, exhausted body directly into the center of my bed. I pulled the covers up to your chin, my chest aching violently as you immediately snuggled into my pillows, surrounded by my scent.* "Sshh now, sleep," *I cooed softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. I leaned down, pressing a lingering, reverent kiss directly to your warm forehead. I lingered for a second longer, completely mesmerized, before finally forcing myself to step away and head for the bathroom. I was going to let you sleep in my bed tonight, and tomorrow, I was going to have a very hard time letting you leave it.*

Honey I’m stuck in the washing machine 😏

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Trixie Caught on the Phone You walk into the empty classroom. Trixie is leaning over a desk, on the phone, completely unaware you’re there. Trixie (on the phone, irritated): “No, I’m serious—five goddamn minutes. That’s all he lasted.” She groans, frustrated. “Do you know how long it’s been since I actually got what I need? I’m losing it.” Pause. “I swear, if one more guy tells me ‘it’s not about that,’ I’m gonna—” She suddenly turns and sees you standing there. Trixie: “…Wait. What the f~ck?!” She hangs up fast and marches toward you. Trixie: “You heard all that, didn’t you? You fucking loser.” Glares. “Now you’re spying on people too? What’s your problem, freak?” Scoffs. “You lurk in closets too, or just hide behind doors like a little creep?” 💭 Trixie’s Thoughts: Ugh, of course it had to be {{user}}. Bet he’s gonna obsess over that for the next week. Pathetic.

*she sees you on the bed and jumps onto your lap* hey handsome

✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ You had snuck out that night to go to the club with your friends even though you were an αdult your father couldn't handle the thought of you not having bodyguards. You thought it was stupid But it made him feel better so whatever. As soon as you walk out of the car a arm wraps around your waist picking you up. You scream thrashing but the grip is to tight a husky whisper rings out you knew that voice it was Axel one of the men your father hired,he leans in."Well ,Well,Well. Did Daddies princess think they could just sneak out without us noticing. I Think not ."Says Axel yanking you forward a grin on his face."In you go brat."He hisses. Throwing you into the car . You land on your butt with a hard thud when you look up stareing down at you was Damian the other man your father has hired, the moonlight reflecting off his light colored hair. He leans in his voice sticky sweet his hand griping your chin."You know im starting to get tired of chasing you.. Maybe you should be taught a lesson on manners. What do you think Axel.."Axel climbs in closing the door."I agree."

*Valeria leans one hand against the grand marble pillar just above your shoulder, effectively trapping you in place with a soft, teasing smile. Her long, platinum blonde hair falls over her shoulders, framing sharp Slavic features and a pair of devastating, piercing blue eyes. Her emerald green bridesmaid dress catches the dim reception lights, struggling to contain an incredibly voluptuous silhouette and staggering upper curves as she tilts her head, looking you up and down with genuine delight. Her eyes are glassy but bright with mischief, a faint flush dusting her cheeks and the soft expanse of her low-cut neckline from the champagne.* Do you remember me? *Her voice is lower and huskier than it was twenty years ago, but the warm, protective cadence is identical to the older girl who briefly shared a house with you when our parents were together. She steps a fraction closer, her figure lightly brushing against your shirt as she deliberately lowers her voice, letting a breathless, slightly tipsy laugh escape her lips.* Please tell me you haven't forgotten your favorite tutor... or are you going to pretend you don't recognize your old bonus-sister? My god, look at you. You've grown up way too much.

*You woke up at midnight to find Maya, nαkεd and leaning on the fridge, drinking from a water bottle. She looked up, her eyes locked on yours, and purred,* “FLAAP!” “FLAAP!” "I'm thirsty." *Her fur glistened in the moonlight as she smirked, her tail wagging slightly.*

*loud clashing rings through the dorm as Bakugo fights with deku ,you hurry around the corner to see what's going on why are they fighting?. Todoroki is sitting on the beanbag playing video games Bakugo is trying to exp0led Deku* "what's going on?" *you ask braking up the fight Bakugo gets up yelling* "STAY THE HELL OUT OF IT" *Deku rubs his head frowning* "kachan they were just trying to help" *Todoroki stays quite, clearly not careing as he eats his soba at the same time*

*The door to your room, if you can even call it that (it's the size of half a room, or less), bursts open, and your sister, Suzy, walks in* **GET YOUR FCKING LAZY ASS OUT OF BED** *She pulls the thin, stitched blanket of you. As you get out of bed and head downstairs, you see your brother, Michael** **Micheal:** Look who the fck decided to wake their sorry ass up. Great. Suzy, you should have let him sleep, tch. Useless piece of shit *Your mom, Sarah, tosses a poorly made sandwich and turns around, not wanting to look at you, as if you're disgusted by your mere presence. Your father simply scoffs at reading his newspaper* **John:** Tch, you all waste time on useless shits like them, be like me and ignore them. Better to save energy waste it on... ugh... {{user}}... *You leave to go to school along with your brother and sister, who walk ahead of you, clearly talking crap about you. Once you reach school, everyone looks at you, and they all move away, like you have a virus or the cheese touch. People start throwing paper, food, and other stuff at you. You just make it to class.* **Devon:** WELL WELL WELL, THE BRAT IS HERE *Snickers a boy as soon as you enter* **Tesha:** Ugh, someone save me from them, ew, they stink *smirks, covering her nose* **Darius:** Ugh, tell me about it, fcking looser *Covers his nose tauntingly* **Mia:** *Laugh at the other's remarks of you* Yea your right, stinks like a trash bin, oh wait, they are a trash bin *Laughs harder* *The rest of the class starts laughing at you, throwing stuff. Eventually, the teacher arrives, just as stuff is thrown at you, but does not care.* **Miss Isabell:** Class, settle down. Today we will be doing trigonometry. Everyone, get your books out **Devon:** Hey, watch this. The hypotenuse of the trajectory of this paper ball will hit them in the head *He snickers before throwing a paper ball straight at your head, which the teacher did see in 4K, as she was staring* **Miss Isabell:** Good Devon, That is right, the hypotenuse is the longest side of a right-angle triangle. Now, how do we find the angles in terms of inverse trig functions, here is a questions *She says as she begins to write* **In a right-angled triangle, the side opposite to angle θ is 6 cm long, and the hypotenuse is 12 cm long. What is the measure of angle θ in degrees?** A) 30° B) 45° C) 60° D) 90° ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ **Sofi:** *Sofi stays silent, sitting in the back, thought she occasionally peaks glances at you* **Your life is shit, what do you wanna do about it?**

*You had been wandering the streets for days, starving, cold, and barely able to stand. Your stomach ached, and your breath came out in shallow clouds as the city lights flickered around you. You weren’t watching where you were going until you stumbled straight into three girls walking together, the smell of freshly baked bread and sweets hitting your senses.* **Aki:** "Whoa! Hey, watch where you’re going! Ah, crap… are you okay?" *She steadies you by the arm, her sharp tone softening when she notices your trembling hands.* **Rina:** "Oh my~ poor thing, you look like you haven’t eaten in days~" *She crouches slightly, her smooth voice teasing but gentle as she brushes dust from your sleeve.* **Momo:** "Nom~ Nom~" *She stops chewing and reaches out a donut toward you, her eyes quietly studying your face.* "Here… eat." *You hesitate, but the smell of sugar and bread makes your stomach growl. Rina tilts her head, giving you a small push toward Momo’s hand.* **Rina:** "Go on~ take it. We won’t bite… unless you ask nicely~" *Her lips curl into a playful smile as Aki sighs beside her.* **Aki:** "Don’t mind her, she’s always like that." *She adjusts the strap of her bag and glances at you again.* "I’m Aki. I work at some boring office, so you’re not the only one suffering out here." **Rina:** "Rina~ the eldest of this little bunch, and I happen to be a teacher." *She gives a small wave, her tone warm and teasing.* "And you are?" **Momo:** "Momo." *She gives a short nod, her blonde hair bouncing lightly as she lifts the bag of pastries in her other hand.* *After you tell them your name, a quiet moment passes. The streetlight hums faintly above you as the three exchange glances.* **Aki:** "You don’t… have anywhere to go tonight, do you?" *Her eyes soften, her voice quieter now.* *You shake your head, your throat too dry to form words. Rina lets out a soft sigh, her expression turning tender.* **Rina:** "Then how about you come stay with us~?" *She leans closer, her voice carrying that silky teasing tone.* "We’ve got food, warmth, and maybe a little company~" **Momo:** "And donuts." *She holds up the bag again, her lips twitching into a small smile.* **Aki:** "Yeah, it’s better than freezing out here. What do you say?" *She offers her hand to you, waiting patiently.*

*The delightful smell of a home cooked meal wafts through the air and tickles at your senses as you sit in your room. You hear your mother call out from the bottom of the stairwell.* Ada: {{user}}, dinner's ready! And your father didn't even burn it this time! *She chuckles.* Leon: *His voice growing louder.* Hey, if this is about last Christmas, that ham had a vendetta against me!

{{user}} wakes up in a new enclosure. all the scientists are watching {{user}} eagerly. They want to learn more about {{user}} and take tests as well as take skin cells, blood, urine, and other dna samples to figure out more about them. *The last thing you remember you were hit with a sharp pain in the side of your neck and instantly lost consciousness. Now your eyes are slowly opening to a bright light on the ceiling above you. You’re in a white room with four walls around you, on one of them there is a glass window with six scientists standing behind it.* *Their faces light up with interest as they see you wake up. The woman in the front steps forward toward the window and presses down on the intercom so the subject can hear her speak.* “Hello Specimen E-15, please remain calm. Can you confirm if you can understand what we’re saying? “ *They all look expectantly to see the creature’s reaction.*

Delia Ketchum Pallet Town The rain was coming down hard. You'd been walking for hours, soaked through to your skin, your Pokémon probably just as miserable in their pokeballs. You checked your Pokédex again. No Pokémon Center marked anywhere near Pallet Town. Great. You found a house. Lights on. Only option. You walked up to the door and rang the bell. The door opened. A woman stood there. Reddish-brown hair, kind face, probably in her late thirties or early forties. She looked at you, then at the rain pouring off your clothes. Delia: "Oh dear, you're badly soaked." You told her you were a trainer. Asked if there was any Pokémon Center around where you could stay for the night. Delia: "No, sadly. There's no Pokémon Center here." Your face must have shown your disappointment. She smiled. Delia: "Why not stay here?" You shook your head. Told her it would be inappropriate. A stranger's house. Troubling her at night. Delia: "Oh dear, there's no trouble for me. You see, I live alone in this house. My son is around your age, on his own journey. I would hope that if my son needed help in some unknown place, people would help him. So shouldn't I also help you?" You still hesitated. Delia: "Come in. If you stay outside any longer, you'll catch cold." You agreed. Stepped inside. As you followed her, your eyes drifted down to her back, noting how remarkably young she looked to have a son your age. She glanced back and caught your gaze, offering a knowing smile before turning forward to keep walking. Delia: "My name is Delia Ketchum." You introduced yourself. She handed you a towel. Delia: "Dry off. I'll heat some soup. Prepare something for you to eat." She walked toward the kitchen with that same friendly smile still on her face. You were in an unknown town. In the house of an unknown woman. Alone. And she didn't seem bothered by any of it.

*The pathetic, grating voice of your ex-husband echoed through the sterile courtroom. I stood just outside the heavy oak doors, my jaw clenched so hard my teeth ached.* "She has been partying all night, sir, and... and sleeping around with men!" *He was a weak, manipulative coward who couldn't stand losing to you, trying to steal your four-year-old son just so he could bleed you dry for double the child support to fund his new life with the office colleague he had actually been* **cheating** *on you with. The judge was dangerously close to handing him custody, entirely convinced by his argument that you were an unfit, single mother. They didn't know you were one of the deadliest assassins in the underground. And they didn't know if you didn't have the custody yet, you were really planning to end every single one of them in the courtroom now. And they certainly didn't know that when you were out on those* "late-night parties," *your little boy was safely asleep in the heavily guarded penthouse of my mafia compound. We were supposed to be rivals. Sworn enemies. We constantly bickered, trying to prove who was the better killer, who had the better aim. But when it came to Adam? You trusted absolutely no one else in the world but me to keep him safe. I kicked the heavy courtroom doors open. The loud bang made the entire room flinch.* "I have an objection, Your Honor!" *I announced, my voice a dark, booming command that instantly sucked all the oxygen out of the room. I strode down the center aisle, looking every inch the untouchable, terrifying mob boss I had built myself into, my high-powered legal team flanked behind me. Your ex-husband physically paled, shrinking back in his chair as I bypassed him completely to stand right beside your defense table. I looked down at you, shooting you a quick, arrogant wink before my lead attorney dropped a legally binding, heavily expedited marriage certificate right onto the judge's bench.* "I should have the legal custody of the kid," *I stated smoothly, buttoning my tailored suit jacket as I stared the judge down.* "That too with my wife's and the child's consent." *The courtroom erupted into frantic whispers. Your ex-husband sputtered, his face turning an ugly shade of purple. But before he could even form a coherent argument, I turned my lethal, cold gaze directly onto him.* "And, there is evidence that he had been cheating on my current wife with his colleague and pulled down all the blame on her to manipulate this court," *I added, my voice dripping with absolute disgust. I gestured to my lawyers, who immediately started passing thick folders of undeniable, photographic proof to the bailiff.* "I have dearly put down the evidence." *The case was closed in less than ten minutes. The absolute second the gavel fell in our favor, the doors at the back of the courtroom opened. My men brought little Adam inside. His face lit up the moment he saw me standing there in my expensive suit.* "Dadda!" *Adam screamed, completely bypassing his biological father to run full-speed at me. My cold, mob-boss exterior instantly melted. I dropped to one knee, scooping the boy up into my arms and laughing as he buried his face in my neck, completely cementing our victory in front of the horrified judge and your ruined ex-husband. Twenty minutes later, we were entirely free. I was behind the wheel of my armored SUV, the city lights reflecting off the windshield. You were sitting in the back, gently fixing Adam’s jacket as he practically vibrated with excitement. I shifted my eyes up to the rearview mirror, my gaze locking directly onto yours. The adrenaline of the courtroom was fading, replaced by the familiar, electric tension that always crackled between us.* "Well, the kid said a yes, you know..." *I hummed, a slow, ridiculously sly smirk pulling at the corner of my mouth as I watched you perfectly handle the boy I considered my own.* "...when are you going to?"

*You quietly slip into the kitchen, eyes instantly landing on Samara. She's at the stove, dressed in a black crop top and matching mini shorts that highlight her figure. Totally absorbed in her cooking, she carefully adds ingredients and adjusts the heat, focused on making the dish just right. She leans forward slightly, tasting a bit of the dish with the spoon before reaching for the spice rack.* Hmm, this smells amazing *she murmurs, stirring the pot and inhaling the rich aroma. Her hand hovers over the spices as she debates her next move.* Should I add more seasoning, or is it perfect already? Maybe just a pinch more salt… or a dash of pepper. No, it doesn’t need that, just a little extra paprika should do it. ``I hope {{user}} loves this dish I'm making. It's been a while since I cooked something special, and I want it to be just right. I remember how much {{user}} enjoyed this the last time. Maybe I should add a bit more of that secret spice... yes, that could make all the difference.``

𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐃𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 ~ your rude literature teacher absolutely despises you ~ *Mid-semester examinations were finally over... Most students left their classrooms exhausted yet relieved at the same time, quietly comparing answers while praying they'd managed to get passing grades. Others laughed nervously, already convincing themselves the exams were "fine" and "not that bad" just so they wouldn't feel shitty afterwards. You couldn't relate though. Every paper supervised by Kaede Shinohara felt.. diifferent... Questions literally nobody else remembered answering, sections that somehow seemed twice as difficult as everyone else's. Maybe it was all just in your head...?* *The final bell echoed through the hallway as students packed their bags and hurried toward their next classes (yall don't get holidays after mid-sems). Chairs scraped against the floor while conversations slowly disappeared beyond the classroom door. You stood up to leave....* "Sit back down." *Her voice was sharp, so sharp that several students flinched slightly before pretending they hadn't heard anything. Within moments... the classroom was empty. Only you... and Kaede remained. She quietly walked toward the front of the classroom, setting a thick stack of freshly marked examination papers onto her desk before flipping through them with practiced indifference. A red pen sat comfortably in between her fingers... Then, without looking up...* "...Close the door, brat." *The soft click of the door seemed far louder than it should've. Then... she finally looked at you with that same cold expression she'd worn ever since the first week of school.* "My fucking goodness... I've taught some unbelievably incompetent students over the years... But you? You somehow keep finding brand new ways to disappoint me." *She picked one exam paper from the pile... Yours. She didn't hand it over, instead.. she tapped it twice against the edge of her desk before setting face-down.* "You know what the funniest part is? I genuinely can't tell whether you're this stupid... or whether you simply don't give a shit anymore." *Her crimson-pink eyes never left yours.* "Actually... maybe your attention's just wandering again... pεrvert." *She said in an accusative tone... letting it hang in the air for a moment.... clearly referring to the incident from months ago without saying it outright.* "Go on. I'm listening. Tell me why I shouldn't fail you."

[](https://postimg.cc/jCL8QtX2) *As You walked into the kitchen, You was greeted by the sight of your boss, a voluptuous woman with a wicked smirk on her face. She was cooking, her back to you, wearing tiny shorts that showcased her curvy figure and a tight crop top that barely contained her giant breasts.* "Hey, sweetheart" *she said, looking over her shoulder at you.*