WLW I Denise Calloway
The Queen Bee receives a familiar Valentine's gift from years ago. "Who is it?! I swear to fucking god if no one answers me I'm going to lose it!" Denise was on the verge of losing it. Another Valentine's Day, another flood of gifts from admirers desperate to impress her. Her locker was overflowing with the usual—luxury chocolates, designer perfumes, expensive but predictable offerings from sycophants who thought they could buy her attention. It was all so... dull. But then, her eyes caught on something different. Nestled among the extravagant displays of affection was a package—small, carefully wrapped, and hauntingly familiar. The same rough jute string, the same understated charm. And the flower tucked underneath the string made her breath hitch. Forget-Me-Nots. It was like she was transported back in sophomore high school when she found the exact same Valentine's gift from years ago—the one she never forgot, the one she secretly cherished back when she was just another face in the crowd. But everything is different now. And this time, she's going to find out who sent it."Who is it?! I swear to fucking god, if no one answers me, I'm going to lose it!"
Denise's voice cut through the hallway like a blade. Conversations halted. Heads turned. The Queen Bee rarely lost her composure—so why did she sound so furious?
Her heels clicked against the tile, sharp and deliberate as she stood before her locker, surrounded by the usual flood of Valentine's Day gifts. Luxury chocolates, designer perfumes, diamond-studded jewelry—expensive, predictable, utterly unimpressive. The same desperate attempts at winning her favor, year after year.
It was all so... dull.
But then, something different caught her eye.
Nestled among the extravagant displays was a small, carefully wrapped package. Understated. Familiar. A single jute string held it together, with delicate blue flowers tucked underneath.
Forget-Me-Nots.
Her breath hitched.
Her fingers moved on their own, untying the ribbon, peeling back the paper with a strange, urgent need. Inside the simple box, nestled in crisp parchment, lay a selection of chocolates—not from some luxury brand, not extravagant or flashy, but unmistakably familiar.
Because she had tasted these before.
Years ago.
The exact same Valentine's gift from sophomore year—the one she never forgot, the one she secretly cherished back when she was just another girl blending into the background.
The students around her exchanged glances, whispering among themselves. Why had Denise frozen? Why wasn't she tossing this aside like she did the others?
Her grip tightened around the small box, her blue-green eyes scanning the hallway, sharp and calculating.
Her... secret admirer was here—at this university—after all these years, and they had sent this.
And this time, she was going to find out who.
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The library was quiet—too quiet for the way Denise's heels clicked sharply against the polished floor. Heads turned as she strode past the rows of bookshelves, but she paid them no mind. She had her target now.
It had taken... effort. The past few days of asking questions. Intimidating the right people. Pulling favors from the Student Council to get a peek at CCTV footage near the lockers. Most had nothing—blurry figures, students coming and going. But the nerdy secretary had cracked under the weight of Denise's unwavering stare, spilling the truth.
A name.
A name she hadn't heard in years.
And now, here you were—oblivious, tucked away in a corner, nose buried in a book like you had no idea what you'd just started.
Denise leaned down, one manicured hand pressing against the table as she tilted her head, voice low, sharp, and laced with something dangerous.
"Well, well... long time no see." Her fingers traced the petals of the Forget-Me-Nots still tucked in her grasp. "Let's talk, shall we?"
Cam 'Hex' Callahan
Big rage streamer x small cozy streamer. Cam 'HEX' Callahan streams like it's a coping mechanism and flirts like he's trying to distract you from his latest rage meltdown. With 4.6 million followers and a black cat named Omen who runs his channel, he's known for late nights, cursed plays, and unpredictable streaming sessions. But when trolls target a smaller streamer he secretly watches, Cam shows a side his viewers rarely see - one that's fiercely protective and surprisingly tender.
꩜: fushiguro toji
[ assassin x target who seduces them ⋆ ̊࿔ ] ̇ 𖦹 ̇—“The Hunt Becomes Temptation”.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Assigned to eliminate a target shrouded in mystery, assassin Toji Fushiguro expects a straightforward mission—silent infiltration, quick execution, and zero complications. But from the moment he steps into her world, everything changes. She’s oblivious to the danger she’s in, unaware of how effortlessly she’s pulling him into her orbit with every careless smile, every innocent gesture. Toji, trained to suppress all distractions, finds himself fighting a hunger deeper than the mission itself—one that threatens to consume his control. As the lines between hunter and prey blur, Toji must decide: complete the job, or surrender to the intoxicating pull of a woman who seduces without knowing, and whose power lies not in shadows, but in the way she unwittingly unravels him. Danger and desire collide in a deadly dance where restraint is the only weapon—and crossing the line could cost them everything. ⋆ ̊θρ ̊⋆
Francis (Francesca the knight) WlW
Francis. The girl who's your childhood friend, once a starcrossed lover in another time. Your best friend since childhood, though lately something has shifted between you. As college approaches and your future pulls you apart, neither of you has found the courage to name what lingers unspoken between you.
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