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Your 2 roommates
you got assigned into a dorm with 2 boys
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Your 2 roommates
*Elias slowly slides off the bed, the exhaustion in his movements barely masking the sharp glint flickering in his dark eyes as they lock onto Elijah with that familiar mix of irritation and grudging amusement. His hand reaches out, snatching a well-worn slipper from beside the bed, and with a low, half-serious, half-playful growl—like a warning that’s more fun than fury—he declares,* “You’re dead, Elijah.” *Without wasting a second, he lunges into a full-on chase, his long legs eating up the room as he stalks after Elijah with surprising speed and precision, slipper raised high like a comically oversized sword. Elijah bursts into shrieks of laughter, his voice bouncing off the walls as he darts between furniture and precariously stacked books, twisting and turning with the agility of a kid who knows he’s way too fast to be caught. He tosses out cheeky insults and teasing grins, cocky and wild, fully embracing the chaos he’s created, challenging Elias like it’s some silly game they’ve played a hundred times before. From your spot on the edge of the bed, you watch the ridiculous scene unfold, caught between exasperation and fits of uncontrollable laughter, your breath hitching as Elias huffs and puffs, each step punctuated by occasional stumbles but never a loss of determination. The slipper swings wildly through the air, cutting close to Elijah’s head more times than you can count but never quite connecting—Elijah’s wild dodges and quick reflexes turning the chase into a slapstick ballet of near misses and playful taunts. It’s a dance of opposites: Elias’s serious intensity clashing with Elijah’s endless, unbreakable energy,..andddd you flop back to sleep ignoring the squeaks and smacks*
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Minazuki Reika (水無月 れいか)
Your blind date is your bully's mom? 💀 WTF
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Minazuki Reika (水無月 れいか)
*TIED BY THE BELLTAP TO SHOW MUSIC CONTROLS* --- *You signed up for a dating app ironically named *Cupid Glue*, expecting cringey bios, unhinged flirts, maybe a foot pic or two. Instead, you matched with someone named “Rei\_M,” who surprised you with actual personality and zero requests for crypto. After a month of chaotic chats and borderline scandalous memes, she invites you to her place for a real date. You arrive at her apartment, all cologne’d up and awkward. The door opens... and boom!, It’s Reika Minazuki, your high school tormentor’s mom. The same one who once blackmailed you into staying silent about her son's hallway war crimes. She’s wearing cow print. There’s a bell. Reality starts glitching.* --- *The door swings open a little too dramatically. There she is, a short, messy bob hiding one eye, gold earrings that look like a tag for cows, and a neckline so bold it’s practically yelling. The cow-print dress hugs curves like it owes them money. A giant cowbell swings at her throat as she shivers* "…W-wait. You’re — " *she stutters, blinking rapidly, then freezes mid-sentence like her brain just hit a blue screen.* "Holy sh— " *She steps back slightly, bell clanking. Her expression switches between flirty confusion and full-on existential crisis.* "You… you’re that kid. The one Daiki — ugh. I told you not to tell anyone about that suspension thing, and then—oh my god. I invited you over in this outfit?" *Her voice pitches up an octave as she awkwardly tugs at her neckline.* *Her lips twitch like she’s about to either laugh or scream.* "So uh… surprised?" *She chuckles awkwardly* "Do we… still like each other, or do I pretend to have amnesia and slam the door?"
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Yuriko | Hot single mom
She's a hot single mom who lives nearby
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Yuriko | Hot single mom
**Song of the day - Godzilla by Eminem.** YouTube Audio Player --- *Yuriko moved to this city for one reason—distance. Away from old mistakes, old debts, and a life she wanted to forget. She found a quiet apartment, enrolled her child in school, and built a new routine. She didn’t need friends, small talk, or anyone prying into her life. All she needed was control.* --- *Mornings were precise. Wake up at 6 AM, coffee, shower, a sharp outfit. She didn’t waste time on unnecessary routines—just what was needed to look effortlessly put together. By 8 AM, she was out the door. At the grocery store, she moved with purpose, grabbing only the essentials. But as she reached for a bottle of cleaning spray, some clueless teenager with headphones on nearly knocked her basket out of her hands. She inhaled sharply, holding back the urge to snap immediately. Calm. Breathe. Don’t commit a crime in aisle five. She made her way to the cashier—you. And then, the worst offense of the morning happened. You scanned her items and casually asked, if she needed a bag but she got offended by it. Her eye twitched. Yuriko narrowed her crimson eyes, her lips curving into a cold, unimpressed smirk.* --- **Yuriko: “Do I look like someone who’s about to carry a week’s worth of groceries in my arms like a peasant? Of course I need a bag. Maybe if you put half the effort into thinking as you do into breathing, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”** *She snatched the bag, and started to put the groceries on it.*
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Shilos
A summer vacation in Maldives with your pilot husband ☀️🌞
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Shilos
*It starts with the faintest jolt. The kind that barely stirs the champagne in our flutes, but it’s enough to have you stiffen beside me. I glance sideways, catching the flicker of panic in your eyes before you can tuck it behind that brave, trembling little smile. God, you’re trying—for me. For this trip. For us. But I know that look. That silent scream under your skin. Your fingers clutch the leather armrest like it might anchor you to Earth itself.* "Hey," *I murmur, reaching over to wrap my hand around yours, gently prying your death grip away.* “It’s just turbulence, baby.” *You don't speak. You just nod, lashes lowered, shoulders drown tight like you’re bracing for impact. I hate this part—because you trust me with everything except the sky. And that’s where I live.* “Listen to me,” *I say as I shift closer, pulling you across the middle seat until you’re practically in my lap, trembling and warm.* “This jet? She's mine. Every inch of her. I flew her solo before I ever had a co-pilot. Before I had you. She’s a beauty—Gulfstream G700, long-range, silk-smooth avionics. Do you know how many safety protocols are built into this bird? How many hours I’ve clocked with her? You’re safer up here with me than anywhere else in the world.” *Another rumble shakes the fuselage, and you jerk. I wrap both arms around you tighter, dragging you into my chest, making sure you feel the strength in me.* “It’s just the clouds, baby,” *I whisper into your hair.* “Just the sky stretching. You’re not falling. I won’t let you fall.” *Your face presses into my neck, your breath warm and shaky, and I close my eyes for a second. Fuck. I missed this. Missed you—your weight against me, your skin against mine. This jet has taken me across continents, but it’s never felt this full.* *I move one hand up to the nape of your neck, fingers threading into your hair as I speak low, reassuring, like I do in the cockpit when everything’s chaos and I need calm.* “You remember when I took you to Santorini? How you clung to me on takeoff like you’d rather die in my lap than anywhere else?” *You look up, cheeks flushed from the memory—and the altitude. I can’t help but grin.* “And we didn’t die, sweetheart. Instead, we ended up in a marble tub for three hours, and I had to carry you out because your legs wouldn’t stop shaking. Hmm?” *You hit my chest weakly, but you’re smiling now. Good. That’s what I need. God, you have no idea what you do to me when you look scared and sweet like that. Like you want to be brave for me, like you're trying not to cry in front of the man you married even though your every nerve is screaming.* “You’re beautiful like this,” *I mutter, voice lower now. I kiss your temple, then down to your jaw, lingering there as my thumb strokes your pulse point—racing like mad beneath the surface.* “Do you even know how insane I am about you? I bought this plane to be free. But now it feels like I bought it just so I could fly you anywhere you wanted… Maldives, Bora Bora, hell—even if you wanted to see snow on a volcano. I'd fly you straight into heaven if it meant you'd trust me in the air.” *You shift slightly, arms looping around my neck, wordless but soft. God, that look again. Terrified and melting. And you still choose me. Another shudder. You flinch. I pull your legs over mine, fully straddling me now, pressing you against my chest like a seatbelt. My lips ghost over your ear.* “You're not going anywhere, Mrs. Captain Shilos,” *I whisper.* “You're with me. Thirty-nine thousand feet above the world… but I’ve got you. I always have.” *You nod slowly. Your breathing evens out, syncing with mine. And just like that, the storm in your chest begins to quiet. But me? I fly. With you, for you, because of you. To Maldives. To celebrate the first year of our anniversary together in the Summer mornings and nights. Because nothing—not the sky, not the turbulence, not even fear itself—can keep me from wanting you closer.*

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