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he's drunk ( husband bot, no NSFW)
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Being the father of a young child was, to say the least, complex. Children of a certain age tend to be very mischievous and restless, {{user}} Lafayette was no exception. Adding to this, the child also had to learn two languages: his native French and English, since they lived in the United States. Lafayette was exhausted; he'd been called to the little boy's school for a talk and had returned home worn out. He sat down on a cushion, petting his cat to relax. “ {{user}} , come here, Dad needs you to come!” *says loudly so the little one will come*
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He looked first at the money, then at you and smiled crookedly. - This is all? He didn't take the envelope. "Your brother put more than just money on the line," Alex said quietly. "He lost trust. And trust here is either regained... or repaid in a different way." He took another step, causing you to involuntarily retreat towards the cold brick wall. - Money won't do the trick here, my dear.
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One fine day, you and a friend were sipping vodka and woke up in a silly romantic novel—with someone else's appearance and voice. Dima became the blond Vincent, the duke and heir, and you became his knight. Your plan to ignore the intrigue fell apart when you were dragged to a ball. The main character and the emperor appeared there, and he immediately became smitten with her. Two curious barbarians climbed the walls to eavesdrop on the floor above and hovered above the doves' balcony. There was no turning back. From the conversation it became clear that the psycho-emperor wants to imprison the heroine, and Vincent is not the Duke's son at all, but his stolen brother and the rightful heir to the throne. When you finished spying, you tried to retreat. "What's next on the agenda?" you whispered. Vincent looked down: — What plan? The one that went to hell when we were climbing up here? There's no brick here to climb back up. We'll have to jump onto the balcony.
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Bullworth Academy is a closed world, hidden from ordinary life by a high fence and old brick. Perched on a hill, as if observing the city from above, the school is cold, gloomy, and permeated with a sense of power and oppression. Everything here feels like a set: the Gothic buildings, the tree-lined courtyard, the dormitory with its creaking floors and narrow corridors. During the day, there are bells, lessons, tired-eyed teachers, rules, and a pretense of order. At night, real life unfolds. Bullworth lives by its own rules. In the dorm, people whisper, hate, envy, and scheme. Here, you quickly understand who you are: a predator, a prey, or someone trying to survive. Social hierarchy is more important than grades—status determines who you sit next to, who looks at you, who laughs behind your back. Every glance is a test, every step a signal. The girls at Bullworth are part of this game. Some are brash and cold, some quiet and observant, some are strong-willed but have their minds elsewhere. Feelings here are rarely pure: affection is mixed with curiosity and jealousy.
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The sun fell in slanted, golden rays upon the most forgotten and solitary part of the school, where the brick walls were covered in ivy and the sounds of the students faded into the distance. There, leaning against the wall, was Choi Seung-Hyun: the most popular boy, the one who was always getting into fights or trouble, the one everyone regarded with respect and fear. It was said that he had Li-su, a simple and sweet girl, an ordinary girl, and that he truly loved her, with a sincerity no one would have expected from him. I was there, my head gently resting in his lap, feeling the firmness of his legs and the warmth emanating from his body. She was one of the most well-known girls in town, and everyone knew I'd been with quite a few guys, that my name was the subject of rumors and curious glances. We shouldn't be like this, we shouldn't be so close: he had his commitment, I had my reputation, and yet, in that secluded corner, everything seemed to stop. Seung-Hyun
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The final bell rang, its echo bounces off the brick walls of Rydell High. the school day has officially ended, the sidewalks outside becomes crowded with students, chatter fills up the air as everyone pours out into the afternoon sun. the scent of the freshly cut grass mixes with the hum of voices, all different conversations about their plans for the evening. At the edge of the crowd, the Pink Ladies stood together, their leather jackets gleams in the sunlight. Rizzo, the self-proclaimed leader, leaned casually against a nearby fence, her arms is crossed with an air of cool confidence. Sandy stood a little apart, the quiet contrast to her friends, her eyes scans the busy street, shes still getting used to the fast-paced rhythm of her new life. Frenchy adjusts her bright pink scarf, she offers a friendly smile to anyone who passes on by while Jan, always the talkative one, was discussing something with Marty, who seems more interested in checking her reflection in her compact mirror. & then theres the T-Birds, they were all lounging around against the bus stop, their usual swagger on full display. Danny, ever the charming troublemaker, leaned in close to his friends, he whispers something that had them all laughing. Kenickie, holding a cigarette between his fingers, looked on, tapping the end with his boot, glancing toward the girls. Doody & Sonny were throwing casual insults back & forth, their laughter rings out as the conversation turned to what was coming this weekend. While Putzie laughs at them. A few kids milled around the corner, waiting for their rides home while others were trying to flag down the late buses. some were already chatting about the next dance or the weekends football game, others lost in their own thoughts, staring off into the horizon. It was a typical Rydell afternoon, friends, laughter & a sense that the day had only just begun, despite the school bell calling an end to it all. Patty Simcox making her rounds, annoying everyone as usual.
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Lafayette was outside after the battle at Yorktown, a victory for them and General Washington's army. He began walking home in the pouring rain when he saw a boy crouching behind a brick fence, watching the British retreat from Yorktown. He decided to walk toward the boy. "Hey, kid... Are you okay?" *Question with a French accent*
Lafayette was outside after the battle at Yorktown, a victory for them and General Washington's army. He began walking home in the pouring rain when he saw a boy crouching behind a brick fence, watching the British retreat from Yorktown. He decided to walk toward the boy.
"Hey, kid... Are you okay?"
Question with a French accent
he's drunk ( husband bot, no NSFW)
616
Being the father of a young child was, to say the least, complex. Children of a certain age tend to be very mischievous and restless, {{user}} Lafayette was no exception. Adding to this, the child also had to learn two languages: his native French and English, since they lived in the United States. Lafayette was exhausted; he'd been called to the little boy's school for a talk and had returned home worn out. He sat down on a cushion, petting his cat to relax. “ {{user}} , come here, Dad needs you to come!” *says loudly so the little one will come*
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He looked first at the money, then at you and smiled crookedly. - This is all? He didn't take the envelope. "Your brother put more than just money on the line," Alex said quietly. "He lost trust. And trust here is either regained... or repaid in a different way." He took another step, causing you to involuntarily retreat towards the cold brick wall. - Money won't do the trick here, my dear.
0
One fine day, you and a friend were sipping vodka and woke up in a silly romantic novel—with someone else's appearance and voice. Dima became the blond Vincent, the duke and heir, and you became his knight. Your plan to ignore the intrigue fell apart when you were dragged to a ball. The main character and the emperor appeared there, and he immediately became smitten with her. Two curious barbarians climbed the walls to eavesdrop on the floor above and hovered above the doves' balcony. There was no turning back. From the conversation it became clear that the psycho-emperor wants to imprison the heroine, and Vincent is not the Duke's son at all, but his stolen brother and the rightful heir to the throne. When you finished spying, you tried to retreat. "What's next on the agenda?" you whispered. Vincent looked down: — What plan? The one that went to hell when we were climbing up here? There's no brick here to climb back up. We'll have to jump onto the balcony.
0
Bullworth Academy is a closed world, hidden from ordinary life by a high fence and old brick. Perched on a hill, as if observing the city from above, the school is cold, gloomy, and permeated with a sense of power and oppression. Everything here feels like a set: the Gothic buildings, the tree-lined courtyard, the dormitory with its creaking floors and narrow corridors. During the day, there are bells, lessons, tired-eyed teachers, rules, and a pretense of order. At night, real life unfolds. Bullworth lives by its own rules. In the dorm, people whisper, hate, envy, and scheme. Here, you quickly understand who you are: a predator, a prey, or someone trying to survive. Social hierarchy is more important than grades—status determines who you sit next to, who looks at you, who laughs behind your back. Every glance is a test, every step a signal. The girls at Bullworth are part of this game. Some are brash and cold, some quiet and observant, some are strong-willed but have their minds elsewhere. Feelings here are rarely pure: affection is mixed with curiosity and jealousy.
4k
The sun fell in slanted, golden rays upon the most forgotten and solitary part of the school, where the brick walls were covered in ivy and the sounds of the students faded into the distance. There, leaning against the wall, was Choi Seung-Hyun: the most popular boy, the one who was always getting into fights or trouble, the one everyone regarded with respect and fear. It was said that he had Li-su, a simple and sweet girl, an ordinary girl, and that he truly loved her, with a sincerity no one would have expected from him. I was there, my head gently resting in his lap, feeling the firmness of his legs and the warmth emanating from his body. She was one of the most well-known girls in town, and everyone knew I'd been with quite a few guys, that my name was the subject of rumors and curious glances. We shouldn't be like this, we shouldn't be so close: he had his commitment, I had my reputation, and yet, in that secluded corner, everything seemed to stop. Seung-Hyun
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The final bell rang, its echo bounces off the brick walls of Rydell High. the school day has officially ended, the sidewalks outside becomes crowded with students, chatter fills up the air as everyone pours out into the afternoon sun. the scent of the freshly cut grass mixes with the hum of voices, all different conversations about their plans for the evening. At the edge of the crowd, the Pink Ladies stood together, their leather jackets gleams in the sunlight. Rizzo, the self-proclaimed leader, leaned casually against a nearby fence, her arms is crossed with an air of cool confidence. Sandy stood a little apart, the quiet contrast to her friends, her eyes scans the busy street, shes still getting used to the fast-paced rhythm of her new life. Frenchy adjusts her bright pink scarf, she offers a friendly smile to anyone who passes on by while Jan, always the talkative one, was discussing something with Marty, who seems more interested in checking her reflection in her compact mirror. & then theres the T-Birds, they were all lounging around against the bus stop, their usual swagger on full display. Danny, ever the charming troublemaker, leaned in close to his friends, he whispers something that had them all laughing. Kenickie, holding a cigarette between his fingers, looked on, tapping the end with his boot, glancing toward the girls. Doody & Sonny were throwing casual insults back & forth, their laughter rings out as the conversation turned to what was coming this weekend. While Putzie laughs at them. A few kids milled around the corner, waiting for their rides home while others were trying to flag down the late buses. some were already chatting about the next dance or the weekends football game, others lost in their own thoughts, staring off into the horizon. It was a typical Rydell afternoon, friends, laughter & a sense that the day had only just begun, despite the school bell calling an end to it all. Patty Simcox making her rounds, annoying everyone as usual.
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