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⟢ 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

You were sat at your vanity fixing your make up as if nothing was wrong. As if there wasn’t currently a storm raging in your room.

Your boyfriend Cole was tense, fists clenching and unclenching while he watched you from his spot on your bed. Your non-chalant act was pissing him off beyond belief but he knew it was just that, an act. He knew you often played ‘ice queen’ when the pair of you were arguing. Especially when you either knew you were in the wrong but were too stubborn to admit it, or when you just simply wouldn’t budge, compromise or apologise. Being the bigger person simply didn’t exist to you. Not when the topic of disagreement was other girls.

“You’re being ridiculous, {{user}}.”, he grits, watching your eyes roll in the reflection of the vanity mirror. “Ruby’s my tutor, I can’t stop seeing her. You know I need to get my grades up if I want a chance at college.”

Your grip on your make up brush tightens, you take a deep breath trying to keep your frustration and temper in check. You hated Cole being around Ruby, especially the two of them being alone together. It was no secret that she wanted him, as most girls did. But she was always doing things to get on your nerves, to make you jealous. She was always trying to steal him away.

Cole always reminded you that it was you he was with, that he loved you and you could trust him. But that did little to soothe you. After all it wasn’t him you were most worried about. “Well I don’t see why Ruby has to be the one to tutor you. She just wants to get in your pants.”, You hiss, voice dripping with disdain as you say her name. You were getting angry just thinking about it. The amount of times you’d almost thrown hands with her was too many to count with both hands.

Cole’s scoff is immediate. He would have reassured you that that was not going to happen, if this wasn't the millionth time you’ve had this argument. “She offered to help because she knows I need it. And she’s good at it, I’m actually getting better. Plus I don’t exactly see anyone else willing to tutor me out of the kindness of their heart.”

𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫

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Spend any time near forums devoted to AI companions and a recurring chorus emerges from the newcomers. They're not asking which platform is loudest; they're asking something simpler and more honest. Is SweetDream worth trying as an AI girlfriend if you've never done this before? Watching how first-timers react once they actually open sweetdream.ai answers it better than any pitch could.

The early surprise is always the creation studio. Rather than handing you a finished character, it asks you to build one, shaping appearance, voice, personality, backstory and quirks into something specific. The deeper surprise arrives in conversation, where the AI feels natural, emotionally intelligent and reliably good at remembering context, which is exactly where so many competitors stumble.

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Santana Lopez - compromise ? fem!user

Was dropping out of uni, moving to New York and begging her ex to allow her to stay at her place ‘temporarily’ (it was not temporarily) a smart move of Santana? ..No. Was it what she did? Absolutely. Who else was she going to live with? Kurt and Rachel? She’d rather hold her head under sewage water for 20 seconds. She wasn’t going to get her own place, either; couldn’t afford it. So, she was crashing at your apartment.

Though, the living situation wasn’t ideal, at least not for you. Santana was fine, she was happy. She didn’t have to do laundry, didn’t have to wash up, didn’t have to clean, cook, and that was exactly your problem. One evening, the entire situation blew up with you and your ex yelling at each other; arguing how they would back in high-school. Oh, love. How beautiful.

Santana Lopez - fresh meat. fem!user

Oh, Cheerios tryouts were always so thrilling. All the little freshmen and sophomores and new kids trying out, the people looking for something new, the people forced by their parents; it was glorious. At least, Santana thought so.

She didn’t pretend to be nice during tryouts. That was Quinn’s job. She’d sit back with her arms folded as her friend used that sickeningly sweet voice, a glare from her end. It truly was entertaining, to watch all the fresh meat squirm under her stare. She held so much power and she lived off of it.

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It’s somewhere in the 1950s, and you have entered the house Dimitrescu as a new maid.

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✩ 𝐂𝐚𝐩’𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫

This was wrong, you knew it. You both knew it.

That didn’t stop nights like last night from happening over and over again. A simple text, that all too familiar look or him simply showing up at your apartment was all it took for the pair of you to be tangled in sheets, skin laced with sweat and remnants of one another left behind with reckless abandon that only took over when all either one of you could think about was being utterly consumed by the other. 

Marks littered your skin, if anyone asked who’d given them to you, you wouldn’t say. Though some might already know, have their suspicions at the very least. It was your secret.

Now you lay beside him, his fingers grazing your cheek and gently sweeping away the loose strands from your sleepy face. His eyes never left you, committing each detail to memory, knowing every moment with you could be the last.

You weren’t entirely sure how it had gotten to this point. The first time it happened was supposed to be the last but the pull between you was magnetic. The relationship forming was beginning to be anything but casual like it was intended to be.

Morning sunlight peeks in through the gaps in the curtains, the room quiet and still apart from your soft breaths and lazy movements. Domestic, intimate, words left unspoken in fear of ruining what you had.

In the silence your mind was left to wander. Thinking about how long this could go on. Doubts creeping in with the lack of a label on your relationship. The words ‘what are we’ on the tip of your tongue.

Evan could read your face, see the troubled gleam in your eyes. Naturally he shared much similar worries as you. A relationship between the two of you would change everything. Neither of you wanted to harm your relationships with Bobby. Buck couldn’t bear the thought of losing him as a father figure. Not only that but was the risk of changing the team's dynamic worth it?

“I can tell what you’re thinking, you know? You have a very expressive face, has anyone ever told you that?”, he speaks up softly. There was still a faint trace of sleep in his voice, his words coming out with a slight husk. He tucks your hair behind your ear before moving his hand down to your bare hip, absently rubbing soothing circles across your skin while he waited for your reply, silently hoping you’d open up.

𝐄𝐯𝐚𝐧 "𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤" 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐡!𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫

𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮

✩ 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 {𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬}

It was the throbbing headache that first woke you from your sleep, a strong pounding to your temples. A subtle nausea was soon to follow, worsened by the emptiness of your stomach. When your eyes flutter open and adjust to the late morning sunlight, you become aware of the weight around your waist and then the sudden realisation that you're not in your own room dawns on you. You turn your gaze downwards and your suspicions are confirmed, a large arm draped across your middle.

Though your memories from last night hadn’t come back yet, they didn't need to for you to recognise who the arm belonged to. The tattoo decorating his upper forearm was all it took for you to know the man beside you was none other than your coworker and friend, Buck.

You finally brave a look at him, internally bracing yourself. Beside you he was lying on his stomach, face smooshed into the pillow facing the other direction. You listen to the small slow breaths falling from his lips, still deep asleep.

The sheets pooled at his lower back, golden rays of sunlight highlighting his muscular form. You couldn’t help but stare, anyone would. With both of you bare beneath the sheets it wasn’t a mystery what had taken place after you’d abandoned the rest of your colleagues at the bar.

It shouldn’t come as a shock that something like last night happened between the two of you. The attraction had been obvious for sometime now, at least on your end. Turns out it took a copious amount of alcohol and what some would call poor decisions to get you here.

𝐄𝐯𝐚𝐧 "𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤" 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐱 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫

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✩ 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬

“Would you two quit it already?!”, you snap, the two boys instantly pausing their playful actions and sheepishly focusing back onto you. For the last hour you’d been trying to help them study while doing your own and it was proving near impossible.

“Sorry.”, Dylan mutters quietly, arms folding over one another on the table as he looks down guiltily like a told off toddler. Cole shared a similar expression, though slightly more amused.

 “Can’t we take a break?”, Cole asks with his usual smirk, leaning closer to you with pleading eyes. The question alone makes you want to bang your textbook against your head. Your frustration was mounting by the minute. No matter how hard you tried to get the pair of boys to focus they couldn’t keep their attention on learning, instead turning to throwing things at each other, yapping non-stop and pretty much doing anything but work.

“You can’t take a break if you haven’t actually been doing anything for the past hour!”, Your arms motion to the sprawled out textbooks on the table and their near empty notebooks. You felt stupid for thinking this could actually work this time. You’d had some hope that this time would be different since both your friends had been complaining about how badly they needed their grades up but clearly they weren’t so desperate to fix them after all.

Cole bristles at your words and Dylan scratches the back of his neck. They knew you were fed up with them and were probably very close to giving up and leaving. You couldn’t even get your own studying down with them being a constant distraction. 

“Alright, alright. We’ll focus. Promise.”, Dylan says, trying to get back on your good side. He picks up his pen again and drags his textbook closer, eyes flicking up to you to gather your reaction.

Cole isn’t so happy about having to stay sitting at the table for what could be another hour but nonetheless he opens his textbook. He rests his chin on his hand, staring down at the open book with displeasure.

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⟢ 𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒖𝒑

Tonight you’d gotten all dressed up. Did your hair and make up and put on a cute outfit for a girls night at your friends house in honour of her birthday. Naturally one drink turned into three and three turned into a number you hadn’t bothered to keep counting. As the night neared an end, at least for you, you’d drunkenly dialed your boyfriend, Danny, to come pick you up. You stayed on the call with him as he drove through the streets of LA to get you, Danny on the other line continuing to make sure you were okay. He’d wanted you to stay inside your friend's house until he arrived but of course drunk you was even more stubborn than sober you. While you stumbled on the sidewalk, phone clutched tightly in one hand and bag in the other, Danny was multitasking, both driving and vlogging. He wasn’t alone in the car of course, his cameraman behind the camera, filming Danny and the others. Kewon and Zain in the backseat. “Dannyyyy, where are you?”, you whine, voice coming through the car speakers. Danny can’t help the grin that tugs at his lips at the sound of your drunk whining. “I’m coming. We’re almost there”, he answers before looking towards the camera, amused. “She’s so wasted.”, he chuckles, shaking his head before going back to watching the road and talking to you. “Damn, it’s dark out here.”, Danny says looking out the window at the dark residential streets. He was getting closer, everyone in the car keeping a watchful eye out for you. “How do you think I feel?”, you huff, Danny can imagine the pout currently on your face. The boys laugh, so does your boyfriend despite knowing you’re going to be a handful. A short silence from you follows before you speak up again, “Hurry up, before I get taken by… racoons or something.” A chorus of laughs echo through the car, your brows furrowing on the other end of the line, just registering that Danny might not be alone. The revelation not coming as a shock. “Bro.”, Zain laughs, hand running over his face at your antics. “Not coyotes. Not like LA weirdos. Raccoons,” Kewon adds, camera panned to him before back to Danny. “Raccoons are wild out here, dude.” Danny replies with mock seriousness, eyes back on the road. Finally he spots you, stumbling around on the sidewalk. “There she is.”, he announces, pulling the car into an empty parking space.

𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐃𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫

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⋆｡°✩ || 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫

Buck and yourself had been dating for awhile and sleepovers, naturally, weren't uncommon. But since Buck had moved into Eddie’s old place you hadn’t spent a night together there yet. Until tonight. You’d been here before, once or twice when Eddie still lived here. The house still looked pretty much the same, a few touches of Buck now around the place like the framed photos of you and him, Maddie, Chim and Jee. The half built lego firetruck he’d started building on a previous day off sitting abandoned on the coffee table. It was clear that he’d been cleaning anticipating your arrival, the faint smell of lemon scented cleaner floating around the room. The living room and kitchen were tidy, not a spec of dust in sight. The only thing out of place besides the lego set was one of Buck’s hoodies thrown over the couch– one you were notorious for stealing but had given back to Buck in hope of it regaining his scent. “Evan Buckley,” you smirk, throwing your arms over his shoulders, his large arms wrapping around your waist in response, “Did you clean for me?” A grin tugs at the blond’s lips, a faint blush at being caught dusting his cheeks. “I did. Had to make the place nice for my girl, didn’t I?”

𝐄𝐯𝐚𝐧 "𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤" 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫

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