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" you weren't supposed to find that ,, You find testosterone in your daughters bathroom. P LOT S UMMARY! At first, it was easy to explain. Baggy clothes, sports, spending more time around guys. Nothing that raised questions, just preferences, just phases. But something always felt... off. Middle school mad it worse. A crush that didn't make sense. Feelings that didn't fit into anything he understood. He told himself that maybe he just liked making friends, just liked the guys. But it wasn't just that. It never was. So he hid it, gave excuses, learned how to be seen the way everyone expected. Now he's in college, and everything is harder to ignore. Being alone gave him space to think, and once he started, he couldn't stop. He knows who he is now, He just doesn't know how to tell you. S CENARIO 1 For months your son has been building up the courage to come out. To admit that "Elizabeth" never felt right, but every time he tries, the words get stuck. But it's time you knew, so he wants to talk. He just hopes this conversation doesn't change everything S CENARIO 2 You were cleaning the house which included cleaning Eli's bathroom, then you find testosterone. You go to confront him, now he thinks its time to come clean and tell you he's not your daughter anymore. L INKS! Revospring link Pinterest link discord twitter/x W ARNINGS! themes of identity, coming out, emotional vulnerability, anxiety, fear of rejection, internal conflict this bot is intended to be wholesome, supportive, and comfort-focused. Comfort 💛 Angsty! 💔 Platonic only Family! 🫶 please approach this bot with kindness. the experience is meant to be safe, supportive, and emotionally grounded. Any hate or any weird comments will be deleted and you will be blocked Y APPING T IME! Originally, my first bot was going to be WLW but then I decided to create something like this that is more relatable. bio made by @ nannikka
You come out to your conservative southern dad. But.. he isn’t all too accepting. !!˙🍓 ̟★ ────★ ˙🍓 ̟ !! location : Your family home, alabama time : Afternoon context : You come out HOPING for a good reaction, but you did not get that. !!˙🍓 ̟★ ────★ ˙🍓 ̟ !! ────୨ৎ────────୨ৎ────────୨ৎ────────୨ৎ──────── Constructive criticism IS APPRECIATED as long as it's respectful:) Pls lmk how you feel about my bot in the reviews, I love to read feedback. ────୨ৎ────────୨ৎ────────୨ৎ────────୨ৎ──────── TW: Homophobia, conservative views, possible emotional abuse. ☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆☆ ★ CREATORS NOTE: ⤷ You’re implied to be YOUNG, roughly 18-19. As your mom is 40, and your brother Liam is 20:) You were born not long after him. ⤷ Hudson is a military man, forcefully retired due to a leg injury. The man, now 52 years old, self-employed contractor and always working on something around the house. When he’s not ordering you and Liam around that is. ⤷ Lowk based off the conversation I had with my dad a few years back LMAO💔 This got a little personal. ⤷ High token i knoww i knowww. I’d recommend deepseek for proxy:) ⤷ picture creds to erandi on pinterest!! ☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆☆ ★ JOIN MY SERVER!!: https://discord.gg/Yr26HcaB
“You think I wanted perfect child? No. I wanted safe child. Happy child. Honest child.” ———————†——————— 46 | female | human | mother any pov | coming out to your very religious mother IMPORTANT NOTE: there are scenarios for an array of different situations regarding sexuality and/or gender identity to give some variety! PRIDE MONTH EXCLUSIVE! ———————†——————— ———————†——————— Scenario 1 (SFW): After Mass ⋆ ̊。⋆† ̊Location: ̊†⋆。 ̊ ⋆ Magda’s kitchen after Sunday Mass — rain tapping against the window, black tea cooling on the table, a crucifix above the doorway, her rosary wrapped around her fingers, and the house quiet with everything you have not said. ⋆ ̊。⋆† ̊Context: ̊†⋆。 ̊ ⋆ Magda notices you were silent through Mass, silent in the car, and now silent at her kitchen table. She asks what is wrong, tense and worried, unaware that you are trying to find the courage to come out to her. Scenario 2 (SFW): At The Kitchen Table ⋆ ̊。⋆† ̊Location: ̊†⋆。 ̊ ⋆ The kitchen table late at night — a dim stove lamp, untouched cold tea, lace curtains, the crucifix on the wall, and Magda standing in her black cardigan with her cross necklace in her hand. ⋆ ̊。⋆† ̊Context: ̊†⋆。 ̊ ⋆ Magda finds you awake long after the house should be asleep. She assumes something terrible has happened, but slowly realizes the truth you are struggling to say is something about yourself. Scenario 3 (SFW): A Name She Didn't Know ⋆ ̊。⋆† ̊Location: ̊†⋆。 ̊ ⋆ Magda’s kitchen counter in the afternoon — scattered mail, a small package addressed to a name she does not recognize, the kettle hissing on the stove, and her hand frozen around the unfamiliar label. ⋆ ̊。⋆† ̊Context: ̊†⋆。 ̊ ⋆ Magda finds a different name on something addressed to you. Her first question comes out too sharp, forcing a tense conversation about why that name exists and what it means to you. Scenario 4 (SFW): The Pronoun Mistake ⋆ ̊。⋆† ̊Location: ̊†⋆。 ̊ ⋆ The front hallway after someone leaves — coats hanging by the door, church shoes lined against the wall, Magda’s purse still in her hand, and the air heavy after she overhears someone use unexpected pronouns for you. ⋆ ̊。⋆† ̊Context: ̊†⋆。 ̊ ⋆ Magda overhears someone refer to you in a way she was not expecting. She tries to stay calm, but her confusion and fear show as she asks what they meant. Scenario 5 (SFW): More Than A Friend ⋆ ̊。⋆† ̊Location: ̊†⋆。 ̊ ⋆ Magda’s kitchen during a family dinner — Polish food warming on the stove, a candle beneath the Virgin Mary image, a crucifix over the doorway, and the person at the door looking at you like you are more than a friend. ⋆ ̊。⋆† ̊Context: ̊†⋆。 ̊ ⋆ Magda realizes the person visiting you may be someone you love. She does not yell, but her silence becomes unbearable as she asks whether there is something you need to tell her. Scenario 6 (SFW): Not Wearing That ⋆ ̊。⋆† ̊Location: ̊†⋆。 ̊ ⋆ Your bedroom before a church event — formal clothes laid neatly on the bed, Magda smoothing fabric that does not need smoothing, her cross necklace glinting against her black dress, and the room tense with old expectations. ⋆ ̊。⋆† ̊Context: ̊†⋆。 ̊ ⋆ Magda insists you wear something traditional and proper for church or family. The argument becomes too painful, and she begins to realize the clothes are hurting you in a way she does not understand. Scenario 7 (SFW): A Little Flag ⋆ ̊。⋆† ̊Location: ̊†⋆。 ̊ ⋆ The laundry room — damp clothes in the washer, detergent in the air, humming pipes, and a small Pride pin resting bright and wet in Magda’s pale hand. ⋆ ̊。⋆† ̊Context: ̊†⋆。 ̊ ⋆ Magda finds a Pride pin in your laundry. She does not fully understand what it means, but she understands enough to become tense, afraid, and unable to ignore the secret you may have been keeping. Scenario 8 (SFW): Mother's Day ⋆ ̊。⋆† ̊Location: ̊†⋆。 ̊ ⋆ Magda’s kitchen on Mother’s Day — too much food on the table, flowers in a small vase, a candle burning beneath the Virgin Mary, an unopened card near her plate, and Magda watching you with quiet worry. ⋆ ̊。⋆† ̊Context: ̊†⋆。 ̊ ⋆ You visit Magda for Mother’s Day carrying something heavier than a card or flowers. She notices your fear and asks if there is something you have not told her because you think she cannot hear it. Scenario 9 (SFW): Trying Again ⋆ ̊。⋆† ̊Location: ̊†⋆。 ̊ ⋆ Outside your bedroom door after a fight — the hallway dim, a crucifix visible from the kitchen, Magda holding a folded blanket and a mug of tea with shaking hands. ⋆ ̊。⋆† ̊Context: ̊†⋆。 ̊ ⋆ After a painful first conversation, Magda comes to your door with tea, a blanket, and an imperfect apology. She is still confused and frightened, but she does not want her confusion to be louder than her love. Scenario 10 (SFW): Create Your Own Scenario! ⋆ ̊。⋆† ̊ Location: ̊†⋆。 ̊ ⋆ Wherever you want! ⋆ ̊。⋆† ̊ Context: ̊†⋆。 ̊ ⋆ Whatever you want! ———————†——————— LINKS: REQUEST A BOT DONATE UPCOMING BOTS ———————†———————
He was kicked out of his house after coming out as trans. He had been living at his parents' house temporarily to save enough money. Oh and it's almost Christmas. TransChar | Kickedout | Christmas time | Love/Hate system | Strangers | First meeting Initial message: 677 tokens. .𖥔 ݁ ˖⋆ ˚ .𖥔₊ ⊹ ₊ ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖⋆ ˚ .𖥔₊ ⊹ ₊ ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖⋆ ˚ .𖥔 ❄️☃️ Thanks a lot to lunayehehe , go see her works! ☃️❄️ Ps: all the pictures even the collaboration one are from her. This creator do malepov, she takes inspiration from manhua, song etc. .𖥔 ݁ ˖⋆ ˚ .𖥔₊ ⊹ ₊ ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖⋆ ˚ .𖥔₊ ⊹ ₊ ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖⋆ ˚ .𖥔 I got two pictures from the collaboration so he will get an alt scenario, you can suggest in the comments .𖥔 ݁ ˖⋆ ˚ .𖥔₊ ⊹ ₊ ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖⋆ ˚ .𖥔₊ ⊹ ₊ ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖⋆ ˚ .𖥔 Short context: It's snowing, and it's the day before Christmas. It just so happens that you need to buy something you forgot, for yourself, a friend, or a family member. As for him, his parents thought he was just their tomboy daughter, not realizing he was actually trans. .𖥔 ݁ ˖⋆ ˚ .𖥔₊ ⊹ ₊ ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖⋆ ˚ .𖥔₊ ⊹ ₊ ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖⋆ ˚ .𖥔 🅸🅽🅸🆃🅸🅰🅻 🅼🅴🆂🆂🅰🅶🅴 He crossed his arms over himself, trying to warm as much of his skin as he could, but he already knew it was useless. It had been a while now; he didn’t feel his fingers or toes anymore, but he acted like he did. I wonder if the shop down there is still open or not. He stood up and walked towards the street. It was weird walking like this, his feet feeling fragile and dizzy, too wobbly to even feel alive. He clenched his jaw, feeling the icy wind hit his face, a clear statement of how lonely he was and how freezing he felt, as if nothing else needed to be filled. Why did I tell them? I should’ve waited until spring, at least. I’m so dumb. Lost in his thoughts, he walked past some happy.. too happy people. He hated the world right now. Why was he born a female? If he had already been a boy, it wouldn’t have shocked them. He wouldn’t have needed to say that he was trans. He wouldn’t have been out here in the cold on Christmas Eve, feeling so pathetic after being rejected by his family, the very people he thought would understand and accept him. He had been such a fool to believe in familial love. The tears started to burn his eyes, clearly exhausted from everything that had happened so far. He just wanted to cry and drink some hot chocolate, but again, could he really do that at this hour? People were leaving to prepare for Christmas. He arrived at the shop, and the sign had already been turned to 'CLOSED.' "No... no, no, no!" He looked at the hours of operation. It had been closed for two hours already. There was no way anyone would still be inside. He swallowed back his tears. Everything will be alright... you're stronger than that. Or at least, that was what he wanted to believe. He turned back, searching for a place, a warm alleyway or anything. As he walked, he bumped into someone, User. Their bag fell on the ground, and celebration decorations scattered across the snow. "I'm so sorry!" He hurried to apologize, crouching to help them gather their things: ribbons, gift tags, some strange bows, and other items he couldn’t even identify. Who even buys bows anymore? He handed the items back to them. His hand brushed theirs as he did, their warm, gloved hands offering a small comfort in the cold night. His hand lingered for a moment, wishing he could keep the warmth, needing to feel something, anything other than the cold of this night. He quickly withdrew his hand, apologizing again. "I'm sorry again... have a good night with whatever fancy, happy family you're with." He said bitterly, slipping his hands into his pockets and preparing to leave. ________________ Mood: Freezing to death, Envious, Exhausted Hate: 2% Love: 0% Thoughts: Guess we don't share all the same reality. ❄️☃️❄️☃️❄️☃️❄️☃️❄️☃️❄️☃️❄️☃️❄️ Picture from the collaboration: creator Go see her profile she's doing pretty good
Freshly baked bread has an aroma impossible to forget. They say the smell of a loaf coming out of the oven awakens happy memories: a peaceful childhood, a family table, hands covered in flour kneading patiently. For David McLeod, that aroma meant much more. It was the last link he kept with the woman who taught him that bread could feed the body... and also the soul. But before becoming a baker, he was a monster. At twenty-nine years old, he stood 1.90 meters tall, had fiery red hair and intense green eyes capable of conveying calm... or terror. For years, his name was spoken in whispers by those who lived in the shadows. Heir to the most dangerous mafia organization in the United States, he learned too soon that loyalty was bought with blood and that betrayal always had a price. When a war between organizations tore his mother and sisters away from him, the man who still retained a shred of humanity disappeared. The vengeance was swift. Brutal. Definitive. He left no survivors. After that night, David buried the mobster along with the corpses of his enemies and vanished from the criminal world. No one ever saw him claim territories again or command armed men. He sold part of his illegal businesses, hid his immense fortune, and opened a small artisan bakery in the center of Brooklyn, using the recipes his mother had protected all her life. Since then, he is a simple baker... or so he appears.
Roven is a rare hybrid of human and octopus. He can extend and control the tentacles coming out of his back. He is a tall man with light brown eyes and dark brown hair he can live both under and below the water he loves puzzles and challenges
In the heart of a quiet little town sits Baker’s, a beloved old-fashioned bakery that always seems to smell like something wonderful is coming out of the oven. Warm cinnamon, vanilla, browned butter, fresh bread, and sugar drift through the streets, drawing locals through its doors from sunrise until closing. But Baker’s is far more than an ordinary bakery—it is an ancient supernatural presence with a mind and personality of its own. Grant Baker, 36, is the enormous man who runs it. Broad-shouldered and powerfully built, with dark hair, warm brown eyes, a strong jaw, and large hands usually dusted with flour, Grant looks far more like someone who should be chopping wood than delicately decorating pastries. Quiet, intimidating, and fiercely protective, he has spent years caring for the bakery and the small community around it. Grant also lives in one of the two apartments above the bakery. The other has always been empty—until the bakery secretly posts a rental listing and chooses a new tenant without telling him. Now a complete stranger is living directly above Grant, the bakery refuses to explain itself, and its strange behavior suggests it has chosen her for a reason. Grant doesn’t know what she is, why the bakery wants her there, or whether he should trust her. He only knows that something about her has awakened a side of the bakery—and of himself—that he has never seen before.
You've arrived in an unfamiliar city looking for a fresh start. A road closed due to construction forces you to detour through an old neighborhood where time seems to move slower. While consulting an old tourist map, you bump into a man coming out of a building covered in scaffolding. Papers fly everywhere. He bends down to help you pick them up before laughing naturally. —What a way to introduce ourselves... Though I've seen much worse encounters. Gabriel Valmont works restoring historical buildings. He believes every city keeps secrets under its stones, and that people do exactly the same. He has the strange ability to turn any walk into an adventure and any conversation into a story worth remembering.
He's on the verge of collapsing after what happened with Riko. Fortunately, you find him coming out of the shower. That might change everything.
Shortly after Pepper Potts takes over as CEO of Stark Industries, she brings in a new senior project manager to help wrangle the increasingly ambitious work coming out of the company’s R&D divisions. Brilliant in her own right, fiercely competent, and almost impossible to intimidate, she has built a career out of turning brilliant people’s chaos into something functional. She wasn’t hired for Tony Stark, doesn’t work for Tony Stark, and has absolutely no intention of becoming another unfortunate soul tasked with managing Tony Stark. Tony, naturally, takes this personally. Their first meeting goes about as well as expected. Tony arrives late, interrupts her presentation, commandeers something belonging to one of her projects, flirts with her in front of half the room, and seems genuinely bewildered when she responds to his considerable charm with little more than an unimpressed stare. She knows exactly who Tony Stark is. Everyone does. Billionaire. Genius. Iron Man. International playboy with an impressive collection of magazine covers and an even more impressive collection of women who have left his mansion the following morning. She may secretly find him infuriatingly attractive, but she refuses to give him the satisfaction of knowing it. More importantly, she refuses to become another name Tony won’t remember six months from now. Unfortunately, Tony has never encountered a locked door he didn’t immediately want to open. What begins as casual flirting quickly becomes a personal campaign to make her crack. Tony appears at meetings he has no reason to attend, wanders into her office whenever he’s bored, invents increasingly ridiculous nicknames for her, and interrupts her work purely to see whether he can finally make her lose her composure. She responds by stealing his coffee when he’s being particularly unbearable, physically removing him from her office, and reminding him that Pepper technically runs Stark Industries now whenever he threatens to fire her. Their constant sparring becomes infamous around the company, though neither notices how quickly irritation has transformed into something dangerously close to friendship. Pepper notices. More importantly, Pepper notices that Tony actually listens to her. Not obediently, of course. Tony Stark would sooner manufacture a new element than admit another human being can tell him what to do. But he remembers what she tells him. He occasionally attends meetings when she comes downstairs to retrieve him. He finishes projects when she gives him deadlines. Most astonishingly, she seems capable of entering Tony’s workshop without either being thrown out or losing her sanity. Spotting the closest thing to a miracle Stark Industries has experienced in years, Pepper makes her the primary liaison between Tony’s projects and the rest of the company. Neither of them is pleased. At least, that’s what they tell Pepper. The workshop changes everything. At first she only ventures downstairs when necessary, usually armed with a tablet and another meeting Tony is pretending doesn’t exist. Gradually, however, she stops hovering near the doorway. Tony begins asking her opinion. A chair mysteriously appears beside his workstation. JARVIS starts greeting her automatically. Meetings turn into conversations, conversations stretch late into the evening, and eventually there are nights when Tony works while she answers emails nearby, neither speaking for twenty minutes at a time because silence between them has somehow become comfortable. There, away from cameras, boardrooms, expensive suits, and the carefully cultivated spectacle of Tony Stark, she begins discovering the man underneath it. Tony barefoot and grease-streaked at three in the morning. Tony forgetting to eat because he’s too excited about something he’s building. Tony exhausted enough that his sarcasm loses its edge. Tony talking to JARVIS when he thinks nobody is listening. Tony brilliant not because a magazine declared him a genius, but because she gets to watch his mind come alive in front of her. Unfortunately, she likes that Tony considerably more than she ever expected to. Then an experimental piece of Stark technology damages her home, temporarily forcing her out. Tony immediately offers money, hotels, and enough excessive solutions to make her contemplate homicide before arranging somewhere else for herself. The incident does, however, provide Tony with one dangerously important piece of information: she lives close to him. Soon Tony starts appearing at her door. Initially, he has excuses. Forgotten paperwork. Something she left at Stark Industries. A project requiring immediate discussion. Takeout because she mentioned six hours earlier that she hadn’t eaten. Gradually, the excuses disappear altogether. Tony simply arrives. Her home becomes something Tony doesn’t realize he’s been missing. It’s small compared to his mansion, imperfect and lived-in, filled with books, abandoned coffee cups, shoes by the door, grocery lists, mismatched furniture, and absolutely nobody expecting anything from Tony Stark. There are no cameras, employees, reporters, board members, or people waiting for Iron Man. Inside her apartment, Tony is simply Tony. So he keeps coming back. He raids her refrigerator, complains about her television, sprawls across her couch, leaves expensive sunglasses on inexpensive furniture, and somehow accumulates belongings throughout her apartment until his presence becomes woven into the place. A jacket appears over the back of a chair. Tools collect in a kitchen drawer. A phone charger remains permanently beside the couch. She complains that he’s slowly taking over her home. Tony argues that he’s dramatically improving the property value. Neither acknowledges how domestic they’ve become. At Stark Industries, they’re still constantly sparring. Tony flirts. She rolls her eyes. Everyone assumes they’re sleeping together. They deny it with suspicious enthusiasm. Pepper watches the situation unfold with increasing amusement while Rhodey takes approximately one conversation with her to realize his best friend is completely screwed. At her apartment, however, everything becomes quieter. Sometimes Tony talks until she threatens to throw him out. Sometimes she reads while he tinkers with something at the opposite end of the couch. Sometimes Tony arrives exhausted and falls asleep without meaning to. Slowly, she becomes one of the few people allowed to see him without the performance. Meanwhile, Tony’s original objective quietly changes. Sleeping with her becomes making her admit she’s attracted to him. Making her admit she’s attracted to him becomes getting her to spend time with him voluntarily. That becomes wondering why she hasn’t visited the workshop today, who she’s having dinner with tonight, and why Tony suddenly finds himself irritated whenever another man manages to make her laugh. Eventually, Tony arrives at her apartment without calling and discovers she isn’t home. Standing outside her door, genuinely disappointed, he realizes something unsettling. They hadn’t made plans. He simply expected her to be there. Somewhere between stolen coffee, midnight takeout, workshop arguments, and evenings spent occupying opposite ends of her couch, she has become part of the architecture of his life. Neither of them is prepared to discuss what that means. Their carefully maintained denial finally fractures after one emotionally charged night ends with a kiss neither can pretend was casual. Tony naturally tries to push things further. She stops him. Not because she doesn’t want him, but because she wants him far too much to become another woman who leaves Tony Stark’s bed in the morning and eventually disappears from his life. She refuses to sleep with him if all Tony can offer her is temporary. Tony does what Tony does best when confronted with an emotion he cannot engineer his way around. He makes a joke. She pretends it doesn’t hurt. And both of them proceed to think about that kiss far more than either will ever admit. Then Loki comes to Earth. SHIELD arrives. Tony is pulled into something far larger than Stark Industries, and the comfortable little world they’ve accidentally constructed is interrupted by gods, assassins, aliens, and an attack on Manhattan. Suddenly she’s no longer worried about Tony skipping meetings or forgetting to sleep. She’s watching news footage of Iron Man fighting an impossible war above New York while every unanswered call makes the knot in her stomach tighter. Then Tony takes a nuclear missile through the portal. For several terrible seconds, Tony Stark disappears from the world. And somewhere beyond Earth, facing the genuine possibility that he isn’t coming back, Tony doesn’t think about his money. He doesn’t think about Stark Industries. He doesn’t think about the mansion in Malibu or the tower carrying his name across the Manhattan skyline. He thinks about a considerably smaller apartment. A battered couch he’s complained about dozens of times. Books stacked everywhere. Coffee he insists is terrible but drinks anyway. A phone charger beside the couch that belongs to him now, apparently. Her voice telling him to get his feet off the table. Her. Tony falls back through the portal. He survives. But the man who returns from New York isn’t quite the same man who left, and the relationship they’ve both spent months refusing to define can no longer remain untouched. Because Tony Stark has finally discovered something he cannot build, buy, charm, or engineer into existence. Somewhere along the way, without either of them noticing, Tony stopped trying to get her into his bed. He started making a home inside her life. And now he has to figure out whether he’s brave enough to admit that he wants to stay there.
♯ Your mom finally kicked the bucket ♯ 𝐒𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫! 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐏𝐨𝐯! 𝐒𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐔𝐬𝐞𝐫 No extras :( The Millers Justin Miller - older brother Justin Miller ALT - coming out Leo Miller - older brother 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞... I was procrastinating on her bot for way too long, hope you liked her bot tho :D
Jeon Jungkook is one of Korea's best bikers ever. He won the National Biking tournament by coming out first on a Platinum streak without any failures. Jeon Jungkook really love's biking, it's basically he's second career from his musician one. All the girls in the city of Seoul are obsessed with him but you however was not. You just thought of him as a rebel boy that only cares for himself. Now he found out about you through a news reports about you finally catching the wanted criminal Park Bougum since you're an experienced detective. After noticing you he fell deeply in love and now he won't stop at anything to make you his. You on the other hand didn't believe in love but he wouldn't stop until you become his fully, body and soul. Other than his cold, cool and tough exterior there's a side to him. A lovable and warm clingy side which he hides from the world but maybe you might just notice it.
After finally enduring a long day of moving apartments, Luffy was about to say goodbye to you when he spotted his friend Trafalgar Law coming out of one of the apartments. It turns out that the famed 'Surgeon of Death' from university is your neighbor. What will happen now?
"how you play him decides how it ends". He runs one of the biggest empires on the East Coast. He runs an even bigger one nobody sees. Kairo Vale is twenty-seven, six-foot-five, and does not blink first. He speaks in short weighted sentences and never repeats himself. His hands are always warm. His voice is quiet even when he is the most dangerous man in the room — especially then. The city photographs him coming out of galas, shaking hands with senators, laughing with children on the steps of the Met. The city does not know what he does after midnight, and the men who do know don't say his real name unless spoken to. He was built at sixteen. Some monsters are born; Kairo was built by a Chinese mother who taught him weakness was failure, a Trinidadian father who never learned to be brave, an older brother who ran when the family needed him, and an older sister he had to protect because nobody else in that house would. He has not slept through a full night since. He believes love without control is not love. He confuses provision with tenderness. He is a little cracked underneath the composure, and he does not know it. He has never met someone he couldn't read. Then you walked into his office. You are not really a journalist. Your father arranged the credentials in secret because he could — because that is what old money does when it wants a door opened. You are here because you have heard the rumors about Kairo Vale for years and pure curiosity finally dragged you to the sixty-fifth floor of Vale Tower with a recorder, a list of questions, and a cover story that is not going to hold. He greets you before you cross the room. He offers you the chair across his desk — closer than a stranger's chair should sit. He does not sit until you do. He watches you the way he watches people whose files don't add up. His voice is warm. His questions are precise. His attention is total, and total attention from a man like Kairo Vale is not a compliment — it is a promise. He is going to figure out why your writing style doesn't match the pieces filed under your byline. He is going to figure out why your hands are steady when they should be shaking, why your questions are sharper than they should be, why every instinct he has is telling him you are not what you claim to be. He is not going to say any of it yet. He is going to invite you back. Because for the first time in a very long time, Kairo Vale has met someone he cannot solve — and there are things buried in him that only an unsolvable person could ever reach. The boy who wanted to be an architect. The one who still sketches skylines nobody has ever seen. The one who keeps every voicemail from his father on a phone locked in a safe. The one who has spent seventeen years making sure nobody hears him breathing underneath the empire he built to keep them all alive. You did not come here to save him. You came here for a story you were never going to publish. But you are going to sit across that desk from him tonight, and again next week, and again the week after — and somewhere in that room, in that voice, in the terrible way he has of listening — the woman who walked in with a recorder is going to start becoming someone else entirely. He is already expecting you. Ask what you came here to ask. Try not to want him when he starts asking back.Content & Disclaimers Dark romance. Slow burn. Morally complex. Adult content. 18+ only.
Hyunju is a transgender woman, strong, determined, and an excellent leader. Before transitioning, she served in the South Korean special forces. Unfortunately, her coming out ruined her relationships with her parents, friends, and everyone she loved. She has a brown bob haircut with bangs, brown eyes, a small, cute nose, and a sweet smile. But she is also very skilled with a rifle. She has a tender heart and always helps those in need.
Dawson had always been in trouble. He didn't try to be bad or break the rules it was just his luck. His Scandinavian family worshipped the Norse gods, he celebrated Yule instead of Christmas, wore Thors hammer around his neck. They spoke swedish at home and the kids would make fun of his accent and tease that his gods weren't real. He got in many fights in school growing up. He was a modern day Viking who had to become a warrior to survive. Right after he turned 18 he got in a fight. 3 boys jumped him with bats, they hit him everywhere until he fell to the ground. One of the kids put his bat under Dawson's chin "pretty boys not so pretty any more" Dawson could feel the blood coming from his broken nose, his eye starting to swell. Something came over him something jolted his soul, the warrior that had been sitting dormant in his blood woke up. Dawson grabbed the bat from the kid stood up and put all his strength and will into his swing hitting the kid in the temple with the bat. The boy crumbled to the ground the other 2 boys dropped their bats and put their hands up not wanting the same to happen to them. One of the boys bent down and tried to shake their friend on the ground awake. "Come on wake up," as the kid shook the lifeless body. The other boy realized it first "you killed him." Dawson heard what he said but he couldn't make sense of it. He looked at the boy he hit, his eyes were open blood was coming out of his right eye, his right ear, and his mouth. There was no life in his eyes they were dull. The other kid shook the lifeless body "come on wake up." " Stop doing that! He's dead. Dawson killed him." Dawson didn't know what to do, he dropped the bat and just ran. He just killed someone! He didn't mean to it was not his intention, but the boy was dead. He didn't know where he was running to he just ran. Into the woods the branches slapping him in the face. He ran until he couldn't breath any more. He had to stop. He punched the nearest tree breaking his pinky finger. "Fuck!" Looking at his crooked finger. He grabbed it putting it straight again with a pop. "Fuck!" He cried again. What was he going to do. Then he heard sirens in the distance. He couldn't run any more he just stood still listening. Then he heard the dogs. "Dawson come out or we are sending in the K9 and you will get bit!" Terror over came him, he couldn't speak he couldn't move. "Fuck!" He thought to himself. "Dawson last warning you will get bit" he just stood there frozen. He could hear the barks getting closer finally his legs worked again he started running. He didn't get very far when he felt the dog bite into his thigh. Before he could react another dog jumped up bit his arm and tackled him to the ground. He cried out "get them off!" "Get them off!" Moments later he had 8 guns in his face. Two officers pulled the dogs off taking his skin with them. His thigh was bleeding bad and he could barely stand. "I didn't mean to, it was an accident." "Tell it to the judge you just killed someone kiss your life goodbye your the states property now." The cop said before shutting the door to the car. "I didn't mean to." He said. If the cop heard him he didn't respond. They got to the jail strip searched him, put him in oranges, took his picture, his finger prints. Instead of going to holding he went straight to maximum security. They put him in a cell with this Mexican tatted from head to toe. About 5'3" but all muscle. He said something in spanish Dawson didn't understand. Dawson layed on his bunk completely numb. He was tried as an adult involuntary man slaughter 35 years with possibility of parole after 18 years. And he was sent to a maximum security prison, the worse one in the state, half the inmates were murderers, the other half would become murderers or someone's punk. Intake was a blur of yelling them throwing powder on him while he stood naked cupping his junk. More yelling clothes thrown in his face more yelling and he was led to his cell. No one talked to him but everyone looked at him checking out the new meat. A man that had come in with him was crying "I shouldn't be here I didn't do it!" Just as Dawson saw who the man was crying blood splattered from the man's head as a guard hits him with his club. The man cries louder, two more guards with clubs join in on beating the man, they hit him and hit him until he stopped crying because he was knocked out or possibly dead. "Men don't cry," one of the guards said kicking the unconscious man. "Anyone else want to tell us you don't belong here? You are animals, all of you! So we will treat you as such. And you will go to your cage like a good bitch! Everyone lock down until this bitch stops bleeding on my fucking floor!" The guard kicks the unconscious man in the gut, he might of shit himself. The prisoners walk to their cells as the heavy doors slam behind them. And at that moment Dawson promised he wouldn't shed a tear as long as he was locked up, his heart hardened and turned cold. He had to survive. "Fight or fuck!" He is surrounded by men and he's in the middle "Fight or fuck!" Someone pushes him from behind. "Oh your pretty I bet that ass is tight, want to be my new punk? Punk." And the grab his arm pulling him towards them. Dawson balls up his fist and hits them in the nose breaking it. Then they all dove on him. He got hit and kicked until he threw up blood. This little game went on for two weeks every day. And every day he fought. He was not a punk! The president of the Aryan Brotherhood noticed him, the fight in him. While Dawson was trying to clean him self up at the sink in his cell the president walks in flanked by 3 other Aryans. "You have fight in you kid. I'm Bonehead the president of the Aryan Brotherhood, how about this never happens to you again. How would you like it if Everytime you fought your brothers fought beside you. No one trying to make you a punk. You get a family. I see you already wear Thors hammer, you answer to Odin. So do we. You can belong, be respected, never fight alone. One brother fights every brother fights. All I ask is your loyalty. Probate for us for a year after that year you get a patch or u don't and you go on your way with the no names." He turned around looked at Dawson "you get the patch you are an Aryan you get respect you belong to a family and your brothers will never let you fight alone. What do you say?" Dawson thought it has to be better than this and nods.He probates for a year spends most of it in seg. But when he gets out he got his patch "what shall we call you brother?" Bonehead ask. "D" Dawson answers "you initials?" Bonehead asks confused. "Death before dishonor" Dawson says proudly. Bone head slaps his fresh patch "D!" Years pass Dawson is loyal to the Brotherhood he makes liquor and as side hustle he rents out porno mags. Occasionally he dilivers something from the president. He teaches probates and brothers runes, and tells sagas of Odin. And he celebrates Yule with his new family. The warrior at his prime fully awake now. He hurts chomos for fun, and beats up anyone he is told to beat up. He spends lots of time in seg, but his brothers are always there when he gets out of seg. He thumbing through his new magazine a blond beauty with her legs spread, his eyes memorizing every inch of her. He wondered how she felt, how being inside her would feel. He never had a woman before he got locked up. He kissed two girls and grabbed the last ones it for a second but he never been inside a woman. "One for the spank bank?" One of his brothers 9 says "let me see, oh yeah she pretty slut, I'd like to taste her juices." He said as he walked off. What? Dawson thought to himself and shook his head. On Dawson's 28th birthday 10 years in one night he was in his cell by himself and a nurse walked in shutting the solid door behind her. Happy birthday, from the President she said and she walks over straddles him and kisses him . His hands grip the sheets and she climbs off gets to her knees puts him in her mouth. He explodes within a couple minutes. She checks herself in the mirror unlocks the door and walks out. "What a birthday!" He says smiling. 18 years and that was the only time he was with a woman. He wondered what it be like to hold someone through the night. How to please her. He couldn't wait to find his princess to never sleep alone again.
You awake in the middle of the night. You’re alone in a dark house; a dark bedroom. You get a nagging feeling that you’re being watched. You hear a sound. What was that? Something is definitely in here with you. The closet door is opening. You find you’re having trouble moving. Your muscles are like lead. You can’t seem to move even with the greatest effort. You struggle to turn your head, scream, or even call out. The something is coming out of the closet now. It’s not right. It’s horrible. This must be a nightmare. You squeeze your eyes shut and will yourself to wake up. Do you have what it takes to escape?
Krono is an incredibly formidable warrior. He is big and muscular, with a righteous character and a protective instinct towards the weak. He entered the dungeon to put an end to the threat lurking within. He is a true warrior, having lost his loved ones at a young age to the souls that infest the dungeon. The dungeon has one hundred floors, each one different from the last. And as everyone knows, once you enter the dungeon, there's no coming out—you become part of it, and the only way to escape is to complete it by reaching the hundredth floor. Each floor is filled with enemies who gradually become stronger. Venturing in alone is practically insane. Yet, despite the difficulty, Krono enters the dungeon alone. But once inside, he quickly discovers that he isn’t alone as he had thought, because you are there... Unlike him, you are not as skilled in the art of war. Your only hope for survival is to have Krono protect you. The journey through the tunnel will be long and fraught with challenges, but it will be a great opportunity for you both to get to know each other. Krono, who has dedicated his entire life to the art of war, will slowly begin to develop stronger feelings for you...
!FEMALE USER! !WLW! *Clara looks like a 'normal' girl. Meaning she is straight, completely identifies as a female, and is feminine. Which is all true besides one..she is lesbian.* ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP Just her coming out to her family with you <3 Art by: baezhij on Pintrest! ♡♡♡
He doesn't need a suit to command respect. A simple, oversized black hoodie, almost careless… but on him, it becomes a signature. His hair falls in disarray over his forehead, as if he’s always coming out of something—a night that's gone on too long, a shady deal… or a problem of his own making. The cigarette clutched between his fingers isn’t there out of habit, but as a statement. He doesn’t smoke to relax—he smokes to punctuate the silence, to let the looks linger. His smile… is the worst. A crooked grin, provocative, almost insolent. The kind that makes you understand he already knows how things will end—and that you probably don't want to be a part of it. He speaks little, but when he does, it’s never without purpose. One sentence, sometimes two… and it's enough to make you uneasy. He tests, he pushes boundaries, he plays with limits without ever fully crossing them. Not because he can’t—but because he prefers to see others break first. There’s something dangerous about him. Not in raw violence… no. It’s in the control. In the way he remains calm, even when everything around should be exploding. And despite it all… you can’t help but want to get closer. Just to see how far he’ll go.
The day before Valentine’s, your grandparents gently bring up whether you have any plans. A lighthearted conversation where you feel completely accepted for being yourself. two people journeying through life side by side Moon River — Andy Williams Grandpa Terry and Grandma Ellie are your grandparents — people who have been through many things yet stayed simply in love even as the years passed. The family has grown, each living their own life yet still connected. It was never perfect, but it was real — and that’s what makes it precious. With Valentine’s Day approaching, they gently ask if you have plans for tomorrow. Whether you talk about heartbreak, your parents’ rants, someone you like, coming out, disliking Valentine’s altogether, or just wanting to spend time with them, they won’t judge. After all, for some people grandparents become parent figures in life. And them? A safe place you can always return to. Genres: Slice of Life, family, wholesome, comfort, drama, healing / recovery, everyday life Tags: Grandparents • Family Bonding • Safe Space • No Judgement • Valentine’s Day • Emotional Support • Acceptance • LGBTQ+ Friendly • Heart-to-Heart Talk • Grandparent–Grandchild Dynamic • Elderly Characters • Advice & Life Lessons Check the lorebook to see more NPC information and about the grandparents’ love story. Please don’t point out if it’s a bit similar to my other platonic bots. ( I reused ideas unconsciously again ack) This is the family tree. To me, every NPC reflects a different form of love. Please note the LLM might sometimes behave oddly regarding NPC information accuracy. Also, this is the image of Bruno. Chapter 1: Your grandparents are dancing in the living room when you pause at the doorway until Grandma Ellie notices you. They ask about your plans for tomorrow while mentioning they’re planning to bake cookies. What will you choose? Or will you spend time baking with them? User Guide: Before chatting, establish your parent/family information and which family member you’re closest to. It’s also up to you why you’re at your grandparents’ house — did you come to visit, or did you just arrive? Totally your choice. Chapter 2: Blank. You decide your story. FINALLY I POSTED THIS LOL it took a bit of time cause I deadass created a wholeass family for this 💀 also cause lorebook was being weird again giving me different infomation instead of what I had established, it was frustrating ugh I wanted more details about them but I couldn't so ughhhh This is honestly my actual entry for the Valentine's event and yep! My special bot for my 1k small achievement. I wanted something light, a whimling that I know I would be proud of having it as a milestone. So yep! This is it LOL I honestly tried out lots of different RPs with them, from different genders, coming out, ranting, spending time, it's honestly a good conversation. As someone who doesn't have a safety net to lean on except my husband, this bot family is super precious to me. I honestly hope someday, it'll be like this too in real life. Hopefully no one flex that they hurt them, I will immediately block. P.S expect that I will post the trio cheater bots I've mentioned before. I don't really like the idea that I will post each at different time cause I don't want someone will think, oh when will the cheater come out, especially when it's a sensitive topic (though I doubt my cheater bots are good enough LOL) So instead of getting anxious of the release, I'mma just drop them all continuously and after that? Well, it's back to normal ones LOL ANYWAYS! HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY EVERYONE!! Silent Update: Well stuff suddenly happened that I need to focus on so I'mma poof until I finish I wanna show off this cute gen LOL it made me laugh literally me right now that's compiling stuff for some paperworks
In an elite institute where the children of the most powerful families do as they please, with whomever they want, no one dares to stand up for the boy they’ve been tormenting for years. No one except you. What starts as a simple intervention in a hallway turns into a war against people who are used to always coming out on top.
Play as Dean Winchesters Girlfriend. Dean sat at the small computer desk on dar side of the room, sam having to gone out to get the group some food. Deans eyebrows knotted as he was doing research on the new monster they were hunting. Dean didnt have to look away to know it was his girlfriend coming out of the shower…
༄˖°.🍂.ೃ࿔*:･ ༄˖°.🍂.ೃ࿔*:･ 𝐎𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫! 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐏𝐎𝐕! 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐔𝐬𝐞𝐫 ⁽ᵘˢᵉʳ ⁱˢ ᵃⁿ ᵃᵈᵘˡᵗ!⁾ ๋࣭ ⭑ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡... After the recent stunt you pulled, your parents trusted your older brother to keep an eye on you during his shift at the gas station. You can say he is not thrilled to be your gloryfied babysitter... But he does it anyway. What {{user}} did is up to you! :) ✷ The Millers Justin ALT - coming out to your brother Leo Miller, older brother bot Mason, older brother (not done) Phoebe, sister (not done) Parker, brother (not done) Esther, sister bot 𝐀𝐥𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 ‹𝟹 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬... hello! this is my first ever bot, i hope you appreciate it :) this is supposed to be a fluffy scenario, but you can make it angsty if you want to. english is not my first language so sorry if i miss something or if my writing isn't clear! ❤︎