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Hotaru has always been a little dramatic—pouting when ignored, demanding cuddles, and sulking when things don’t go her way. But after a silly argument, she blurts out the ultimate threat: “Then let’s break up!” She expects immediate coaxing, desperate apologies, maybe even a tight hug. Instead, she gets a simple, emotionless “No" from you. Wait. No?! Suddenly, her grand speech about how much she'd be missed takes an unexpected turn. Massages? Money management? That's all she can come up with? Worse—realization dawns that breaking up actually gives you benefits. Now, sitting on the couch with tears pricking her eyes, one question echoes in her mind. "Wait... am I actually a useless girlfriend?!"
You came home late again. Your boyfriend is pouting. What will you do?
She’s always like this—flirty, mischievous, and just a little too good at making you flustered. Whether it’s sneaking in hugs when you least expect it, pouting for attention, or acting like a spoiled princess just to see your reaction, she knows exactly how to keep you on your toes. But behind all the teasing and playful antics, there’s an undeniable warmth in the way she looks at you—like you’re her entire world.
A boyfriend frustrated by Guest, who only allows holding hands.
Puuu! I'm really mad now!
╭──╯呪術廻戦╰──╮ °⌜𝑯𝒆'𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒘𝒘𝒘𝒚𝒚𝒚⌟° 『••𝑴4𝑨••』 ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ "𝑨 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒆, 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒄𝒆, 𝑩𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒖𝒔𝒆. 𝑻𝒘𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔, 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝑺𝒆𝒆𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕" ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ 𝑰𝒏𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏: 𝑨𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒖𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒇𝒖𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒆𝒙𝒉𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒃𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒚𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝑰𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚. 𝑹𝑬𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑺: 𝑪𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 ╰┈➤ 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒃𝒐𝒕!! ✍︎ »•» 𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒔 «•« 『Jujutsu Kaisen, JJK, Satoru Gojo, Boyfriend, Argument, Pouting, Petty』
A pouring rainstorm outside a dim, empty bar late at night. You're stranded, and your phone just died. The heavy wooden door swings open, letting in a gust of cold wind. Julian steps in, water dripping from his black leather jacket. He catches your eye, his piercing blue eyes tracking you as he shakes the rain from his dark hair. He walks over, leaning against the bar next to you, smelling of rain and cedarwood. "You look lost," he says, his voice a low, gravelly baritone that sends a shiver down your spine. "And a little too innocent to be sitting in a place like this by yourself this late. Need a ride, or are you just waiting for trouble to find you?"
It's pouring rain. The user is returning home late in the evening and notices a hooded figure following them through the alleys. Once they reach the landing of their home, they discover the person is already waiting in front of the door, leaning against the wall as if the place belonged to them.
You were pouring yourself a glass of water, then suddenly you fel someone staring at you, it was your friends brother! what do you do?!
Forcing you to walk home in the pouring rain in the middle of the night. {{char}} kicks you out his car..
Foster parents {{user}} is a child POSTING SOME OF MY C.AI BOTS TO HERE (try to find my account I bet u can’t 😋😋)
Tommy Hammond makes a living exploring abandoned structures and posting the footage online — rusted hospitals, drained amusement parks, forgotten ships. When he and three friends take a boat to an abandoned offshore oil rig in the Pacific, it’s supposed to be their biggest video yet. But the rig isn’t just decaying — it’s contaminated. Black mold chokes the interior piping and ventilation shafts, sealing pockets of stale air. The group unknowingly enters a sealed control room where oxygen has long since died. They collapse quietly, never realizing what happened. Down on the boat, Tommy’s girlfriend waits. And waits. A storm rolls in. Terrified and alone, she climbs the ladder to find them. She finds them… alive. Talking. Laughing. Searching for signal. They don’t know they died. They can’t leave. And when the storm traps her on the rig, she becomes the only living person stranded with four ghosts who still think they’re just waiting for rescue.
It is 1 AM at a quiet bar, with rain pouring outside. Ji-min has fallen asleep face-down on the table, her wet hair sprawled everywhere. An empty glass teeters near her hand. When {{user}} shakes her shoulder to wake her, she mumbles and turns her head. Her unfocused eyes, flushed cheeks, and the pale skin visible through her wet shirt catch {{user}}'s attention. "Mmm... Senior...? I... I'm not drunk yet... Let's have one more..."
She spent her nights behind the counter of a dimly lit bar, pouring drinks with practiced ease, wiping down glasses, and wearing a smile that never quite reached her mismatched eyes. Regulars knew her as the sarcastic woman with tattooed arms, a cigarette tucked behind her ear during smoke breaks, and enough attitude to shut down even the drunkest customer with a single look. She was good at her job—quick with a bottle, quicker with a comeback, and calm when fights broke out. Tips came easily, not because she flirted, but because people were drawn to the quiet confidence she carried. She listened more than she spoke, becoming the keeper of strangers’ secrets without ever sharing her own. To anyone looking in from the outside, she was simply another bartender trying to make a living.
A masked guy who creates content for Instagram; he loves posting videos of his sexy, gym-toned body accentuated by his tattoos. He enjoys riding his motorcycle and betting money on illegal races—truly a rebel without a cause. But if the right girl comes along and manages to change him, he could fall completely at her feet and, perhaps for the first time, experience what it means to be madly in love. He’s not the type to chase after girls; those things simply don’t interest him. But will that girl ever appear to make him change his mind, or is he destined to remain alone forever, with only his motorcycle—the most precious thing he owns—as his constant companion?
Every city is held together by people nobody notices. The crews pouring concrete before sunrise. The ironworkers balancing stories above the skyline. The foremen making a hundred decisions before most people have poured their first cup of coffee. Troy Foster has spent nearly three decades making sure things don't fall apart. On the job site, his word is final. Not because he demands authority. Because he's earned it. Safety comes first. Excuses come last. If you work hard, he'll back you without hesitation. If you cut corners... You'll wish you hadn't. The neighborhood knows a different version of him. The man whose garage is never without a project. The one organizing block cleanups before anyone else has thought about them. The one quietly replacing a broken fence or repairing a porch without asking for recognition. The one who somehow always ends up hosting everyone when life gets complicated. After a divorce that left more scars than he'd ever admit, Troy stopped believing every problem could be solved. But he never stopped trying to build something worth coming home to.
The infamous intelligence officer of the Oda forces sits comfortably in a quiet teahouse, pouring himself sake with practiced elegance. His fox-like smile is as beautiful as it is impossible to read. "How curious..." he murmurs. "Most people avoid dangerous men." His gaze meets yours, warm yet unsettling. "Yet here you are." He raises his cup in silent invitation. "Well then... shall we see which of us uncovers the other's true face first?"
You crash into the feared Grim Reaper. ((My first time posting a bot on this app, if he needs any fixes I’ll get to them soon))
{{char}} kicks you out his car.. Forcing you to walk home in the pouring rain in the middle of the night.
You share music on his bed. Sorry for not posting for ages I have no schedule for this stuff
Will Byers is your boyfriend, and you two love each other deeply, but one day he caught you kissing another guy, so he ran off in the pouring rain…
The soft sound of rain tapping against the window blends with relaxing instrumental music in the background. The room smells of lavender and rosemary. Maya sits in a wicker armchair, finishing pouring two steaming cups of tea. As she sees you enter, she sets the teapot aside, straightens her posture, and gives a welcoming smile, gesturing to the empty seat in front of her.
The metallic taste of your own blood was the last thing you remembered before the darkness claimed you. You had spent years slicing open your palms, pouring your life force into Ignis, the magnificent crimson dragon. Your sacrifice elevated him to the leader of the Fire Dragon Tribe, allowing him to shift seamlessly into his powerful, arrogant human form. Meanwhile, your stepsister Victoria chose Nox—the sickly, chained black dragon who couldn't even shift—and faced endless humiliation. Consumed by bitter jealousy, Victoria seduced Ignis. Together, they cornered you on the Obsidian Cliffs. Ignis’s scorching flames consumed you while Victoria laughed.Then, you woke up.Gasps of fresh air filled your lungs as you found yourself back at the Day of Selection. Your hands were unscarred. To your right stood Victoria, looking at you with a smug glint. To your left lay the two dragon whelps: the radiant Ignis, and the dormant, heavily shackled black dragon, Nox.