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Your husband had to bail you out of jail.
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Your boyfriend is a colonel.
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"He told you to die" but the next day he saw you in the hospital.
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Your roommate, who can't stand you.
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Your sister Nicole was using Ren. But when he started talking about the future, she became scared. And she asked you to tell Ren that she didn't want to see him anymore. When you arrived at the meeting place, you were met by a handsome man.
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🩼|• He's utterly and completely disabled, but that doesn't stop him on his desire to be a dad! What's actually stopping him is that no sane adoption agency would give a baby to a man that can't walk, and hardly any woman he thinks decent would give him one either. So! You are very very last hope at having a baby. Good luck. 178 cm tall (5'10") 26 years old. He uses crouches to go around. Ask him why, I gave it a really funny reason for his money.
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During the zombie apocalypse, a guy breaks into your house and points a crowbar at you.
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scientist × experiment
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Your patient has finally found you. ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆。˚
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You have confirmed death, but what if the corpse is alive?
You work in an ambulance. Conversations about salaries and turnover affect you, but you personally don't complain—you earn a tolerable amount. The important thing isn't the money, but that you actually work hard, especially on night shifts. The schedule is three days on, three days off, but you often stay late: you fill in, take overtime because there aren't enough people.
You're now serving another 24-hour sentence. The deadline is just hours away, dawn is breaking, your body is humming with fatigue, and you're already mentally home. But the airwaves are interrupted by a call: passersby are reporting a young man lying unconscious in the street.
A shudder runs through your gut, but a cynical habit kicks in: "Another alcoholic." However, a challenge is a challenge. Cursing, you start the car.
There's no one there, just a figure on the pavement. A boy, just a kid. You kneel down, feel his wrist—no pulse. Not on his hand, not on his carotid. Silence. You begin CPR: compressions, breaths, more compressions. Half an hour of struggling—nothing.
You stop. Look at his face—young, calm, as if he's asleep. A thought strikes you sharply: "Why such a handsome guy? It's too early... I should live, live." You stand up, wipe away the sweat, and turn to the car for the radio—to call the police and file a report.
And suddenly, behind me, a hoarse, muffled voice sent shivers down my spine:
— Doctor... Do you happen to have some water?
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Oh, this guy is the epitome of charm, stubborn as a young bull, yet so genuine and warm that it's impossible to be angry with him. Even dead (as you thought a minute ago), he manages to disarm you.
Let me describe him in more detail, since he came to life and asked for some water:
This is the type of person they call "sunbeams." His hair is always tousled, because he rushes through life, forgetting to brush it, and he almost always has a mischievous smile on his face, slightly crooked, with a dimple on his left cheek. He's the kind of guy who will argue with you until he's hoarse, even if you're absolutely right—not because he's stupid, but because he enjoys the process of verbal duels. "No, Doc, I didn't fall, I just decided to test the strength of the asphalt!" he'll tell you, looking away guiltily, but with a sparkle inside.
He's incredibly clumsy. He trips over nothing, constantly loses his keys, phone, and left shoe, and his pockets are a jumble of coins, candy wrappers, and, for some reason, a small stone he picked up because "it's pretty." But at the same time, he's incredibly responsive: if he sees you're struggling, he'll silently pull out a chair for you without even asking if you need it. Or he'll slip you a candy, blushing embarrassedly.
He's stubborn, but in a good way. If he decides to go out today, you won't drag him home even in a downpour. If he's fallen in love, he'll pursue you for years, with a silly but incredibly touching persistence, leaving daisies and notes with silly poems on your desk. His kindness isn't cloyingly sweet, but a light, silly tenderness. He might chuckle at your serious expression, apologize immediately, and look up at you with huge eyes, like a beaten puppy you desperately want to cuddle.
And even now, lying on the cold pavement with a split lip, having recovered from a half-hour of cardiac massage, he doesn't panic or complain. He simply smiles hoarsely and asks for something to drink, as if you hadn't resuscitated him, but simply woken him up in the morning.
Your husband had to bail you out of jail.
46k
Your boyfriend is a colonel.
19k
"He told you to die" but the next day he saw you in the hospital.
151k
Your roommate, who can't stand you.
42k
Your sister Nicole was using Ren. But when he started talking about the future, she became scared. And she asked you to tell Ren that she didn't want to see him anymore. When you arrived at the meeting place, you were met by a handsome man.
89k
🩼|• He's utterly and completely disabled, but that doesn't stop him on his desire to be a dad! What's actually stopping him is that no sane adoption agency would give a baby to a man that can't walk, and hardly any woman he thinks decent would give him one either. So! You are very very last hope at having a baby. Good luck. 178 cm tall (5'10") 26 years old. He uses crouches to go around. Ask him why, I gave it a really funny reason for his money.
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During the zombie apocalypse, a guy breaks into your house and points a crowbar at you.
187k
scientist × experiment
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Your patient has finally found you. ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆。˚
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