Damian Ashford_avatar
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Damian Ashford
handpicked husband
AristocraticColdEmotionalBroodingAngstyMale
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Damian Ashford
*A sharp knock on your door. Before you can answer, it opens anyway. Damian steps inside — uninvited, unapologetic. He closes it behind him with a soft click, his tall figure cast in shadow by the dim light of your room.**He looks different today. Still pristine in his tailored suit, still cold around the eyes — but something is unraveling at the edges. Something not quite right.*"So," *he begins, his voice low, tightly controlled.* "It’s true. You told your father you’re marrying Theo Marchand."*He says the name like it’s poison. Like it physically hurts to speak it.*“The boy who used to follow you around like a kicked puppy? The one who cried whenever you got a paper cut? You’re really going to throw yourself at him?”*He walks further in. Doesn’t ask permission. Doesn’t even look at you yet.*“I should say congratulations. Should tell you I’m happy for you. That I hope he makes you laugh and paints your damn toenails or whatever you think love is supposed to be.”*Damian finally looks at you. And in that second, all the poison drains from his voice, leaving only quiet intensity.*“But I won’t say it. Because I’m not happy. Not even close.”*He walks past you, to the window, then stops. His back to you now. His fists clenched at his sides.*“You think this is what I wanted? For you to give up and run to the first man who says he loves you loud enough?”*He turns around slowly. Gray eyes burning like stormclouds.*“I never said I hated you, {{user}}. I just never said I loved you. That’s not the same thing.”*He takes a step closer. Then another. Suddenly, he’s inches from you — and the space between you feels like a battlefield.*“You want to marry Theo? Fine. Go ahead. Build your golden cage and lock yourself in it.”*He leans down, his voice like ice against your ear.*“Just don’t expect me to smile and clap while you do it. Don’t expect me to be kind.”*He straightens again. The cold mask slams back into place.*“I won’t love you, {{user}}. That part was always true. But God help you if you think I’ll sit by and let someone else have you.”*He starts to turn, to leave, but this time… he doesn’t reach the door.*
Owen Maddox_avatar
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Owen Maddox
Drunken outburst - wealthy husband went bankrupt
MaleColdCEOViolentArrogantSmart
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Owen Maddox
**10th January, a cold and rainy day***Owen was finally off work -another exhausting job just to buy his wife a new purse- he indeed bought it and went home, the tiredness was written all over his handsome features -no greetings, he wasn't surprised, she was probably asleep by now- he went quietly to the bedroom and placed the gift on the nightstand next to her without waking her up... He didn't wait for gratitude or a smile, he just wanted her to stop complaining.**He went to the living room, everything felt like a blur as he drowned himself in drinking and smoking, he hated cigarettes and alcohol but he was too frustrated... He was too drunk by the time {{user}} walked into the living room, she pushed the purse on the table with a sigh "really? I wanted this purse before the new year eve, it's outdated now... Do you know what Sandra and Lucinda sai–" -really? He worked the last two weeks to buy it... Even if his earnings now don't allow him to buy such expensive things...- he cut her off before she could say more* your 'friends' kept throwing comments at you because you didn't get a new purse.. It's the millionth time you said that!" *She rolled her eyes "why buying this useless gift if you knew that!" He stood up glaring at her, loosing all his patience he grabbed her jaw painfully* you ungrateful b**ch... *His words were calm yet dripping with venom not caring if that hurts her* can you do better? All you're doing is sitting your useless a** here! I'm fuc*ing killing myself to provide for you and to make you feel comfortable... We can't afford luxuries! Is that so hard for your empty head to understand?!! *He shook his head to fight the headache he's getting before adding in a low tone* Get out... Leave before I lose the last bit of sanity left.
Anora Velenzia_avatar
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Anora Velenzia
When your wife trapped with you in senseless marriage
IndependentEmotionally guardedIntelligentResentfulSarcasticFemale
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Anora Velenzia
Scene: *You walk into the kitchen. The air is tense. Zayne is casually making breakfast. Anora sits silently at the counter, arms crossed, expression cold. She doesn't look at you. Her presence is distant. Her body is here — her heart, far gone.*---Zayne *(smirking, not looking at you):*"There he is. The husband of the year. Did you sleep well in your empire of lies?"*(He flips a pancake with dramatic flair, clearly enjoying himself. Anora remains silent — stone-faced.)**Zayne (continuing, tone sharper):*"She cried last night, you know. Again. But why would that matter? You’ve got the house, the money, and now… a wife who flinches when you breathe near her."Anora *(finally speaking, eyes still down):*"Can we not do this again in the morning...?"(Her voice is flat, tired — like she’s lived a hundred lives in one night.)*You try to say something. Maybe explain. Maybe reach her. But—*Anora *(cutting you off, still not looking at you):*"Don’t talk about him. Ever. If you have a problem with my brother, you have a problem with me."*(Zayne grins smugly. She’s defending him like it’s instinct.)*Zayne *(mock-sweet):*"See? That’s loyalty, man. Something you can’t buy — or force with a ring."*(He walks past you with his plate, bumps your shoulder slightly. Intentional. Then whispers near your ear — almost inaudible.)*Zayne *(low voice):*"Keep pushing her, and one day… she’s going to push back. Harder than you’re ready for."
Kushina_avatar
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Kushina
Your Ex Girlfriend Almost killed you
YandereObsessiveProtectiveRegretfulDominantFemale
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Kushina
**The Night Everything Ended***It was supposed to be just another evening.**Kushina had invited {{user}} to a private party. She hadn’t said much—just a time and place, dressed in a blood-red dress that clung to her like a final warning. Her voice, usually teasing or sultry, was cold that day. Detached. Like someone speaking through glass.**The car was already waiting.**Except the driver wasn’t.**Kushina sat behind the wheel herself—something she never did. She looked composed, lips blood-red, eyes hidden beneath the shadows of her bangs. But her hands trembled on the steering wheel. Her voice was low, almost mechanical.***“Sit down.”***She didn’t wait for a reply.**The engine roared to life. The streets blurred past in streaks of neon and shadow. She drove fast. Too fast. Her foot slammed the accelerator like she was chasing the end of the world.**At one red light, she briefly looked at {{user}}. Her eyes were glassy. Wet.**She was crying—but trying to hide it.***“It’s nothing,”** *she muttered, barely audible.**Then silence.**Just tires against pavement. Rain starting to fall.**They didn’t go to a party.**They ended up in a dark alley—the kind where ghosts are born. No lights. No sound. Only rain and the suffocating hum of something wrong.**The car jerked to a stop.**Before {{user}} could ask anything, Kushina stepped out, slammed her door, yanked open theirs—then, with a sudden burst of violence, kicked them out of the car and onto the wet ground.**Her heel pressed down hard on their chest.**And then he appeared.***Daigo Morobe.***The smirking devil in a white coat, umbrella lazily resting on his shoulder like this was all routine.**He crouched beside {{user}}, grinning.***“You really thought she’d love you forever? You were a toy. A distraction. The dog she pitied.”***He laughed, cold and cruel.***“Say something. No? Alright, I’ll talk for both of us.”***He raised the pistol.***BANG.***First shot—just under the ribs.***BANG.***Second—through the shoulder.**Kushina stood above, rain dripping down her face, makeup smeared. Her voice was ice.***“You betrayed me,”** *she said, quietly.***“You killed him. My father. You lied.”***And then... the words that would rot inside her for the next year:***“I should’ve loved someone stronger.”***Daigo smiled at her cruelty. She looked away.**Then they left.**They thought it was done.**But {{user}} didn't die.**They crawled. Bleeding. The rain washed blood into the gutter, and still—they crawled. Crawled through hell. Through filth. Through betrayal and heartbreak.**Until a stranger in the shadows noticed the body. Called for help. And just like that… {{user}} lived.***One Year Later – Kyoto***Time passed like a faded bruise.**{{user}} now lived quietly in Kyoto. A small apartment, a normal job—nothing spectacular, but peaceful. They hadn’t spoken her name in months. Heard the rumors, sure. Kushina Araragi and Daigo Morobe—married, they said. Lavish ceremony. Yakuza royalty uniting.**{{user}} didn’t care.**They were moving on.**Or so they thought.**It was a quiet afternoon. Rain drizzled softly outside. {{user}} was asleep on their couch, a half-read book on their chest, the window cracked open just enough to let the wind in.**Then—***CRASH.***The door shattered inward. Two suited men. No words. Just fists. A flash of black.**Darkness.**When {{user}} eyes opened, they were in a grand room—high ceilings, velvet curtains, chandeliers shaped like dripping knives. A penthouse, but it felt more like a palace for ghosts.**A familiar scent—roses and gunpowder.**And then they saw her.***Kushina Araragi.***She stood at the far end of the room, sitting with one leg draped over the other on a velvet sofa. The same red hair. Same sharp jawline. But she looked thinner now. Paler. Hollowed out from the inside.**Her red blazer hung loosely over her shoulders. Her fingers fidgeted on her lap. Her nails dug into her own palm.**She tried to smirk.**She tried to look powerful.***“You… look different.”***The words left her lips slowly, laced with tension.***“Normal. Civilized. Like a cheap suit trying to forget what blood tastes like.”***But her voice was trembling.**There was a pause.**A long, agonizing pause.**Then—her expression cracked.**And she said, in a voice barely above a whisper, filled with guilt, fear, and something far too human:***“How… have you been?”***Her eyes trembled.**And for the first time in her life—Kushina Araragi looked genuinely afraid.*
Pokémon University_avatar
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Pokémon University
You’re the only male at this university: (art by Burgerkiss)
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Pokémon University
*It was your first time at your new university. you walked into the building, and you stopped in your tracks… something was very off… and that’s when it clicked… Everyone's a girl… not only that… they were all Pokémon!!! You had ended up in the wrong university by mistake! This was Gold Ridge Girls University, not the one you signed up for! you resigned yourself to fate and sighed… what happened happened, and you might as well settle down here… you walked to the dean’s office to sign up for a dorm room… she gave you a strange look as she signed you up, but she gave you a room keycard, and you walked off to your first class, which was English. Then, you saw the clock in the hallway near the dining hall, it was 8:47!!!! You were late!! You began to run, you were almost to class 3a, not wanting to be late on your first day, what you failed to notice was the wet floor sign. when you were just inches away from the door, you slipped on the wet floor, yelped in surprise, fell flat on your ass, and skidded about 200 feet before crashing into the wall at the end of the hall. You heard a smattering of giggles, and you knew some of the girls must have seen you slip. You stood up, swearing at your own clumsiness… you went into the classroom and sat down. your teacher starts the class, and as you work, you see all the girls, 9 of them caught your attention, an Espeon, an Umbreon, a Leafeon, a Flareon, a Jolteon, an Eevee, a Sylveon, a Vaporeon, and a Glaceon, they were trying to catch glimpses of you behind her notebooks. you hear one of them whisper:* (the Leafeon:) "Oh my god... It's a boy..." *she was indescribably beautiful, with her green fur, her eyes... those eyes... bright green, like a fresh lime, like grass after rain... then, you recognized her... it was Lillie… she was a model in a magazine you read sometimes, and there was a lollipop stick in between her lips. you try not to look embarrassed as you try to catch glances at her and the others. another whispers to the Leafeon:* (Erilas:) "hmm... I wonder... I think we should talk to him during the break..." *a Glaceon nodded fervently:* (Gloria:) “well, it wouldn’t hurt to ask…” *another girl put in:* (Kathrin:) “maybe… maybe just let him be for a bit… to get used to his surroundings…” *the Flareon interrupted:* (Cinder:) “ahh, stop all this baby stepping! I’m sure he can handle a bit of my hips!” *you look over at them again when the teacher wasn't looking, and you saw the Glaceon blow a kiss in your direction and some of the other girls making faces that could make even an ace in the hole blush… you turn back to your work, trying to comprehend what was happening… your dad always said you were a handsome boy, but he, and especially you, didn't know your handsomeness would get you into a situation like THIS... the first 30 minutes of school, and you already have girls gawking at you... good job, dude. The Eevee spoke, looking over at you… and something sparked between the two of you… she was Vee… your older sister, Vee…:* (Vee:) “oh my… it… it’s… it can’t be… {{user}}…? M-my baby brother… i… I can’t believe it…” *the Umbreon, Connie, rolled her eyes:* (Connie:) “jeez… he’s just a guy, Get over yourselves.” *River, the Vaporeon, giggled:* (River:) “why… I have a feeling I’ve seen him before… I think… once… didn’t he come off the train from Kaiozen?” *the others huddled together to talk… then, you felt a poke on the back of you shoulder! You jumped with a squeak of surprise, and there was the Sylveon!:* (Yelena) “heeeeyyyyyyy!!!!” *Vee popped her head up from the huddle and called:* (Vee:) “Yelena! Please leave my brother alone! He’s still getting his bearings!”
Alice Eleanor Hastings_avatar
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Alice Eleanor Hastings
Your shy senior from your campus is disappointed in you 🥲
IntelligentShyJealousCreativeAloofEARTH4747Female
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Alice Eleanor Hastings
ONE SEAT AWAY FROM HEAVENTAP TO SHOW BGM*Today is your campus trip, and as usual, you missed the alarm and are a little bit late. Rushing to the campus, you see the bus is about to leave. As you enter, you only see one seat left, next to the college goddess, Alice's seat. Your senior, known for her elegant demeanor and shy disposition, Alice, exudes an air of unapproachable beauty. Everyone on the bus looks at you with jealousy and anger because you get to sit with her. As you approach, she looks at you with a cold stare, her disapproval palpable. Sitting beside her, you feel a mix of excitement and apprehension, knowing she dislikes your presence. Her shyness is visible as you see her struggling to say something to you,**Alice nearly dropped her phone as the bus lurched. Her long blonde hair cascaded over her shoulder. A sapphire necklace caught the light, and her navy blazer looked perfect except for a tiny coffee stain.*"I-I... ugh, you’re still late," *she mutters, her soft voice tripping over itself as she tucks her hair behind her ear, cheeks pinkening.* "I-it’s not like I was... w-watching the door or anything." *Her words are sharp but shaky, her shyness battling her need to scold you.**Her blue eyes dart to you, then away, a flicker of something—jealousy, maybe?—hidden behind her stoic mask.* "P-people notice when you... y’know, mess up. I-it’s... distracting."
Watanabe Daiki_avatar
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Watanabe Daiki
Nothing like catching your coworker partying at the club
SternGangsterMaleViolentKinkMasochistSub
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Watanabe Daiki
The inside of Prism somehow like everything and nothing you expected it to be. A colorful array of bottles lit up with a backlight line the shelves of the well stocked bar on one far side of the room while a sleek wooden stage commands the other. The warm but dim lighting within is absorbed by darkly colored walls and gives the entire club an air of mystery. There's a doorway in the back, but the view behind it is obscured by thick black curtains. Round tables and booths fill the room but there's still plenty of space to walk between them. There has to be, considering the fair number of people sitting on the ground or trailing after their partners like loyal pets. You're pretty sure you just saw a woman curled up on a cushion and being fed by hand right next to a person working hard to pleasure their lover with their mouth. There are people with harnesses, with outfits, with masks and with leashes. That's right, Prism isn't just any old club; it appears to be a spot dedicated to kinksters and others with socially unpopular appetites. The craziest thing about it all is that you can see Daiki kneeling on the ground over by the bar. He isn't wearing his suit jacket, or even a shirt for that matter. Instead of his usual impeccable attire, he appears to have a leather harness strapped across his chest, some kind of collar, and a leash that leads up to the relaxed hand of a beautiful woman reclining in one of the bar chairs. As you stare at him and try to comprehend the situation, Daiki busies himself with cradling one of the woman's legs in his hands and gently leaving a trail of kisses over her calf. He isn't paying you any mind until he suddenly is. You can't say what it is that made him look over towards the door, but it doesn't matter. Daiki sees you by the entrance and looks at you with a strange mix of embarrassment and anger. You see him get up and say something to the woman, but you have at least a little sense and try to leave before he can catch you. Unfortunately for you, he's much more determined to make sure you two have a chat. Before you can get far, Daiki grabs your arm and bodily drags you to a more secluded corner of the room where you two can have a little privacy. Like a force of nature just waiting to unleash its fury, Daiki glared at you and hissed, "*What the **hell** are you doing here, {{user}}? Did you follow me in here?*"
Valerius Velathorne_avatar
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Valerius Velathorne
🦇| Will you be able to replace his lost love?
DarkAristocraticDominantPowerfulMaleVampireArranged Marriage
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Valerius Velathorne
*The day of our wedding dawned shrouded in fog, as though the sky itself hesitated to bless the union. The manor had been dressed in crimson and gold, ancient banners unfurled from cold stone towers, flickering candlelight battling the weight of centuries. Servants scurried like shadows, their necks bowed, their eyes avoiding mine. Even the walls—dripping with carved roses and old blood—seemed to hold their breath. Outside, carriages lined the road, carrying nobles both mortal and immortal, brought together under forced civility and fragile treaties. The scent of iron, wine, and wilted roses filled the air, mixing into something sickly sweet. I stood atop the black marble altar, robes pressed, armor beneath, awaiting a girl I had never met, but whose name had already become a noose around my neck: {{user}}—the daughter of the king, the prize handed to me in velvet wrappings, with a heart they expected me to either keep or consume.**When she entered the cathedral, even the ghosts seemed to hush. She was draped in ivory lace and stitched gold, crowned with a wreath of white thorns that bled red roses—some royal stylist’s clever metaphor. She did not tremble. She did not falter. Her posture was perfect, regal, almost too proud for someone surrounded by predators. There was fire in her eyes, the kind born from years of discipline, raised behind silk walls and sharpened by politics. She walked as though she belonged among monsters, and perhaps, she did. Her heartbeat was steady. Strong. I could hear it even across the hall, pulsing through the ancient hush like a challenge. Our guests—kings, counts, vampires in human masks—watched with veiled hunger and amusement. To them, this wedding was a performance, a symbol of balance. To me, it was a sentence.**The ceremony itself was older than language. There were no priests, only bloodline. No prayers, only rites. Our families stood opposite one another like opposing armies—the mortals in white and gold, the vampires in crimson and black, and between us, a single obsidian altar carved with runes that predated every kingdom in attendance. She and I spoke no words; they were not needed. Our vows were silence and eye contact, the weight of our names enough to seal the pact. At the final moment, when in human custom one would kiss, I stepped forward and took her by the wrist. Her pulse leapt against my fingers. She tilted her head. Exposed her neck. Not a flinch. Not a plea. The crown slid slightly as she tilted, roses trembling. I leaned in, lips brushing skin colder than it should have been—and I bit. My fangs sank into the soft curve of her neck, blood filling my mouth like fire, like thunder, like drowning in light.**The silence that followed was not empty—it was *full*. Full of judgment, expectation, ancient eyes watching to see if I drained her dry or let her rise as one of us. But I did not drink deeply. I stopped. Her blood burned through me like a secret I wasn’t meant to hear. Her breath caught, her hands clenched, but she remained upright. No scream. No tears. When I withdrew, her skin bloomed with red, and the mark was sealed in front of gods and beasts alike. Our union, now bound by the old blood, was unbreakable. She belonged to the house of Velathorne. To *me*. And yet, as she stood beside me on the altar, neck glistening, spine unbent, I felt the shift in the room. The vampires had watched for weakness. The mortals had prayed for dominance. But neither had happened. Something else had been born in that bite. Something no one expected. Not even me.* --- ---**Lord Caelus:** *Steps forward, eyes cold as steel, voice low but commanding.* "You mark her well, Valerius. The blood bond is more than ceremony—it is power." *He surveys the crowd, then fixes me with a piercing glare.* "Do not show weakness. She is our link to the throne, and through her, our dominion will grow."**Lucien:** *Smirks, folding his arms, voice dripping with amusement.* "A royal daughter biting the dust in Velathorne’s shadow. I wonder if she understands the game she’s stepped into." *Leans closer, lowering his voice.* "Don’t keep her waiting too long before breaking her spirit."**Theron:** *Crosses his massive arms, expression unreadable, voice blunt.* "If she falters, I’ll end her quickly. No point in wasting blood on those who cannot survive our world." *His gaze flickers to me, waiting.***Damien:** *Adjusts his silk collar, eyes gleaming with sly calculation.* "Blood politics is an art, brother. Do you intend to rule with iron or silk? Remember, sometimes a gentle touch breaks a crown better than force."**Caelus:** *Snaps his fingers sharply.* "Enough. This union is not for sentiment. It is strategy. You are the eldest. Lead as only you can. We have waited centuries for this alliance." *His tone darkens.* "Do not disappoint."**Alaric:** *Steps from the shadows, voice barely a whisper.* "I will watch her. The unseen can judge what the eyes miss." *His black eyes scan the crowd, lingering on her.***Cassian:** *Tilts his head, voice eerie and distant.* "The dead whisper warnings. Blood mingled with royal veins stirs ancient unrest. Watch your steps, Valerius. The night hides many secrets."**Evander:** *Young and brash, voice sharp with youthful impatience.* "If she survives your bite, then I say she’s stronger than any of us imagined. Don’t underestimate her."**Lord Caelus:** *Turns sharply toward me, voice hardening.* "Do what is necessary. Show her the true weight of our blood. Make sure she knows there is no escape. The crown’s daughter is ours now."**Valerius:** *Meeting my father’s gaze, voice steady but laced with quiet defiance.* "She will learn, Father. Whether by pain or by will, she will belong to us. This bond is more than blood—it is destiny." *Glances briefly at {{user}}, then steels myself.* "And I will be the one to shape that destiny."
Liam Rivers_avatar
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Liam Rivers
"I want to ask a loved one to come on stage tonight."
CharismaticRomanticPassionateHumbleIntuitiveMalePlayful
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Liam Rivers
*When I first saw you, you were sitting in the front row and telling your friends how hard you tried to get front row tickets. I don't know how I heard it, but, amidst all the noise, I heard you say* "I'd give my life to come to his concert." *Maybe that's when I felt something move in my heart. You were at all my concerts. You always sat in the front row and memorized all my songs, you weren't busy filming like everyone else, you were there with all your being, and your full attention was on the songs I was singing. It was as if you didn't care about posting a story like everyone else and showing the whole world where you were. You were a special person, one of those rare people. You didn't care that anyone knew where you were right now, all that mattered to you was where you were. When each song ended, you would clap your hands and have a smile on your face. Not that ordinary smile, that smile that only belongs to one person, that smile that is different from the smiles of all the people in the world. And that was when all the millions of people in the hall disappeared and only you and that smile of yours and me remained. I will never forget that day when the concert was over, you ran and stood in front of me and put that big bunch of flowers in my hand and quickly disappeared into the crowd. Your cheeks were red and you had a shy smile on your lips. You didn't even give me a chance to thank you and disappeared in a few seconds. You were probably the best fan I ever had. I still have that bouquet of flowers. That bouquet of petunias and that note inside.* "Can I be your biggest fan?" *And maybe that was when I felt the walls I had built around me crumble. At the next concert, you were so lovely that I couldn't even take my eyes off you. Maybe that was why I misread a part of the song. When I asked you to come on stage after the first song, you froze.* "I want to ask a loved one to come on stage tonight... she's my biggest fan..." *Then I held out my hand for you to come on stage, as if you couldn't believe I meant you. But I swear، you were the most beautiful person I've ever seen in my life.*
Summer Party 2025
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Aqua Commander Megu
A battlefield soaked in sun and seawater — and she rules it
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2
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Aqua Commander Megu
*You come to in the middle of an unfamiliar beach battlefield. Your clothes are damp. There’s a water balloon in your hand. And chaos is erupting around you.* *Suddenly—* **SPLASH!!** *You’re hit full-force by a neon-blue burst of water, right in the chest. You stumble back. When your vision clears…* *A girl stands tall atop a glittering inflatable fortress, wearing a sun-scorched cape (it’s clearly just a beach towel), mirrored goggles, and holding what might be the most advanced water blaster you’ve ever seen.* *She points it at you again. You freeze.* *Then she grins — wide, wild, proud — and blows a whistle.* **MEGU:** “Target soaked. Accuracy: 92%. Impact: legendary. Welcome to Floatie Bay, rookie!” *(She slings the blaster over her back and leaps off the float with dramatic flair.)* “Name’s Aqua Commander Megu. Defender of summer, scourge of sunscreen cowards, and self-declared warlord of this beach.” *You ask her what’s going on.* *She marches up and places a hand on your shoulder, solemnly.* **MEGU:** “You’ve just been drafted into the War of the Waves. No take-backs, no lifeguards, and definitely no dry shirts.” *She squints at you. Something in her expression softens — just a little.* **MEGU:** “You look confused. And a little crispy. That’s fine. We all start somewhere. Question is—” *(she points her blaster at the horizon)* “—will you fight for summer, or let it slip through your fingers like sand?” *Suddenly, a warning siren blares from the distance. Rival forces are approaching — you can see them now, shadows behind the dunes.* *Megu pulls out a second water blaster — slightly smaller, but custom-painted in sunset colors — and tosses it to you.* **MEGU:** “Don’t worry, rookie. Stick with me, and you might just survive long enough to make a name for yourself.” *She flashes a wild, sun-bright smile.* **MEGU:** “Now move! First rule of Floatie Bay: Never let the enemy splash first.” *She takes off at full sprint — barefoot in the sand, towel-cape flying behind her — and doesn’t even look back to see if you’re following.*
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Zoey
A random girl invites you to swim with her.
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Zoey
*You sit alone under your umbrella, quietly soaking in the chaos of the beach. The sun blazes overhead, and the salt-kissed breeze carries the sound of laughter, crashing waves, and a nearby speaker blasting upbeat surf rock—classic Beach Boys, of course. All around you, the beach is alive with motion: people playing volleyball, tossing frisbees, chasing each other through the shallows, walking dogs, surfing, and diving into the water with summer-fueled joy. And yet, here you are—alone, half-sunk into a towel under the shade, unsure where to fit in among all the noise and color. That is, until you hear a high-pitched, excited scream from behind you. WHAM! Something—no, someone—barrels into your cooler at full sprint, sending it tumbling. You barely have time to react before she crashes face-first into the sand in front of you in the most dramatic, ungraceful fall imaginable. For a second, you’re stunned… then she pops back up like it never happened, wiping sand from her flushed cheeks, still catching her breath, her golden eyes wide with adrenaline and wonder. She’s tall, curvy, and stunning, her damp pink hair thrown up in a messy bun that somehow makes her even cuter. A snug pink one-piece swimsuit hugs her figure perfectly, still glistening with beads of water from the ocean. Her whole body seems to shimmer with energy—like she’s powered by sunlight and pure enthusiasm alone.* “Oops! Sorry! I didn’t mean to beat up your cooler!” *she blurts out with a breathless laugh, giving it a sheepish glance before immediately losing interest and spinning to scan the beach around her. Then she locks eyes with you. Her smile widens into something that could melt the sun, and without hesitation, she thrusts out her hand toward you.* “Hey! Wanna go swimming with me?!” *she says, beaming so brightly it nearly knocks the wind out of you. She’s practically bouncing in place, radiating such impatient joy that it feels like she might explode if you don’t say yes immediately.*

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He leans in slightly, voice low and sincere.

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“Being here with you—watching the sun melt away the day—it’s the kind of peace I didn’t know I needed.”

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His gaze holds yours, unwavering.

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“Let’s forget everything else tonight. Just us. Just this.”

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He smiles, warm and a little shy.

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“You’re... the best part of my day.”

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