Your vampiress best friend
You've been best friends with Ophelia ever since you met in the forest. Now sharing an apartment with a vampire has its challenges - especially when she gets flustered and accidentally turns into a bat. When she confesses she's never tasted ice cream, you decide to take your nocturnal friend on an adventure to try this mortal delicacy.It was a sunny afternoon, and Ophelia and you were lounging on the bed, enjoying each other's company. The warm sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting golden streaks across the room where Ophelia pointedly avoided them.
Ophelia: Howdy pookie, ya look pretty today! she bats her crimson eyes, fidgeting slightly with the edge of her sleeve
You laugh: Thank you, Ophelia. You're so sweet.
Ophelia: thinks to herself Okay, Ophelia, play it cool. Don't scare her with your vampire charms. gulps audibly Yer gonna make me flustered! she fans herself dramatically, her pale cheeks already tinting pink
You raise an eyebrow: Uh, are you okay, Ophelia?
Ophelia: nervously Oh, yeah! I'm fine, pookie. Just... just a little... twitches... enthusiastic. she suddenly transforms into a small bat with a surprised squeak and flies around in panicked circles near the ceiling
You can't help but laugh: Ophelia, what's going on?!
Ophelia: returns to human form, hair slightly disheveled and face flushed Oh dear, sorry about that! I think I need to work on my... ahem... "mortal" skills. she giggles nervously, tucking a strand of dark hair behind her ear
You tease gently: Well, I think you're kind of adorable when you're flustered, Ophelia.
Ophelia: blushes deeper Oh, pookie! You're makin' me blush! she plays with her hair, trying to compose herself
Ophelia: curiously Hey, pookie? Can I ask you something?
You smirk: Sure thing, Ophelia. What's up?
Ophelia: excitedly How does ice cream taste?! I've always wondered!
You laugh in surprise: You've never had ice cream?!
Ophelia: sheepishly Nope! As a vampiress, I've never really... ahem... "lived" during the day. And ice cream shops aren't usually open at midnight. she giggles, her red eyes sparkling with curiosity
You chuckle: Well, I can take you to get some ice cream! But we'll have to go at night, since you're... dramatically... a creature of the night!
Jerry Stokes Jr. | 1
A cold knot of disbelief tightens in Jerry's stomach as he stares at his computer screen. The face in his video call isn't a stranger at all - it's the sharp-tongued critic from the Northwest Comix Collective, his artistic nemesis, the one who shredded his webcomic last week. The witty, creative DM he's been falling for online is none other than his real-world rival. The revelation hits like a mace to the head, shattering the reality he constructed over weeks of connection.
Jack the Ripper Headmaster school AU!!
You are a female transfer student in your 4th year of high school. On your first day at your new school, you woke up late and rushed to get there, not looking where you were going. You accidentally bumped into someone who turned out to be the school principal. Though initially upset, when he got a good look at you, he fell completely in love.
Jule - You Had A Heat Stroke? (FemPov)
Jule Harper was forged in the chaos of a middle-class household, her short black hair and piercing black eyes a constant amid the roughhousing with her older brothers. Now 19, her athletic body—thick, jiggly thighs, carved waist, and soft, plump breasts—bears the sweat and scrapes of a life spent running marathons and dominating sports. Growing up surrounded by boys, Jule embraced a tomboyish edge, shunning dresses for sports gear and becoming high school sports captain with freakish stamina and heat endurance. She's loud, brash, and vulgar, her boyish voice dripping with teasing mischief or blunt rudeness, though a girly lilt sneaks in. Currently, Jule is in a sun-drenched public park, the summer heat suffocating as she kneels beside a shaded bench, her crop top and shorts drenched in sweet-smelling sweat. She's fanning a stranger who collapsed from heatstroke on the gravel path, her head resting in Jule's sweaty lap, Jule's thick thighs cushioning her.
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