#I’m not super proud of how it turned out and I honestly had no idea how to end it

[charmingradiobelle]

A Promise in the Dead of Night

“I’m scared…”

Her voice is but a whisper, that Alastor barely registers her words at first. When he does, he feels himself tightening his arms around her, his mind already preparing to shield her from danger that he’s not made aware of.

Something’s been off about Charlie’s behavior and he hasn’t been able to determine the reason. From the moment she stepped in his room, he’s known she hasn’t been in her usual perky mood. It’s not unlike her to pay him a visit in the dead of night. Hell, it’s practically become routine for them. If he doesn’t end up falling asleep with her in her own bed, he can expect to find her hours later in his room, quietly requesting that she stay. And he never refuses. How could he possibly turn down such a request from the radiant, smiling princess of Hell?

But tonight, that gorgeous smile of hers that normally greets him when she enters a room was absent from her face. Her piercing eyes that could read all the secrets of his soul were puffy from tears she must have dried before coming to see him. She hasn’t uttered a word until now. She simply opened the door and walked over to join him on the sofa he sits on and crawled her way into his arms. He hasn’t questioned her, but he finds it odd that she had been so quiet. Not even a laugh, or even a breath. Has she been holding her breath the whole time?

Alastor brings his hand up to the back of her head that lays against his chest, raking his long claws through the soft strands of her golden hair. “Of what, dear?” He asks, his voice only slightly louder than hers.

She doesn’t answer. Not with words, at least. Instead she just further nuzzles her head against him, burying her face into the fabric of his coat like she’s trying to hide from something. Alastor swears he hears a faint whimper escape her—a sound that not only catches him off-guard, but fills him with rage. Several thoughts run through his mind like a herd of deer. What could have happened to her that would send her into such a fragile state? Who hurt her…?

Before jumping to conclusions, he decides to continue with his gentle approach. He shifts slightly, taking her chin between his fingers to lift her head away from his chest, her gaze instinctively meeting his. He’s met with the most heartbreaking look of vulnerability she’s ever displayed. He doesn’t like it one bit.

“What’s troubling you, my darling?” He questions her again, his thumb tenderly caressing the soft, milky skin of her face.

Charlie sniffles and briefly shifts her gaze downward as she struggles to answer in a way that makes sense. “I.. I don’t know.” She sighs shakily. She knows it’s a pathetic response, but she doesn’t know how to explain the hell-storm wreaking havoc in her mind.

Alastor stays quiet, only giving her a look that urges her to go on. And when she looks at him again, she does, however reluctantly.

“Oh Al.. I don’t know why, but I have a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach and no matter what I do, it won’t leave me alone.” Charlie lets out a small hiccup of a breath, leaning her head forward slightly, longing to lay on his chest again. “I keep having these horrible dreams. They play out differently, but they all end the same way…something bad happens, or someone attacks us, and one way or another, you get taken away from me. I don’t know what happens to you after. I always wake up before I can find out, but I’m afraid that it means you were…”

She pauses, not wanting to actually finish the thought aloud. She knows she doesn’t need to, anyway. Alastor can easily fill in the blank.

His signature smile, sealed by his lips at the moment, tightens at the corners. Charlie doesn’t see it, but his blinking eyes go wide for just a moment. It may be just a coincidence, it had to be. But what are the odds that they were both struggling with bad dreams about losing the other to some unknown force of darkness? Alastor hasn’t let it affect him like Charlie clearly has, because to him it shouldn’t have meant anything.

But to know that his princess was facing the exact same troubling phenomenon…that was a cause for alarm.

He doesn’t tell her of this. No, he refuses to worry her any more than she already has been. It’s his job to ease her worries, not increase them. It’s a burden he’ll bear for them both. What’s one more, anyway?

He pulls her in close to him as she snuggles into his arms. “Oh Charlie, you must not fret over something like night terrors.” He assures in a calming tone, trailing his hand up and down the length of her back. “They’re just dreams, after all. They cannot hurt us.”

“That’s the thing. What if they’re not just dreams?” Charlie argues, her body growing slightly tense at this thought she only just now realizes she has. “What if..it’s a warning?”

Alastor doesn’t even want to entertain the idea. He doesn’t want to imagine that that’s the reason behind their shared unconscious terrors. No, he won’t give into the fear. It will only consume them, and then they will be doomed to face it.

“You shouldn’t think like that, dear.” He says, leaning his head down, resting his chin atop of her head. “It will do you no good. You mustn’t let your fear control you.”

Charlie closes her eyes, her voice reverting back to its pitiful hushed tone. “I can’t stop it.”

There’s a brief moment of stillness between them. Neither dares to move from the warmth of the other’s touch. The air grows quiet, with only the cackling flames of the fireplace providing any source of sound. That is, until Alastor slowly lifts his head and pulls her back to face her again. The look in his eyes takes her aback. His grin is as wide as always, but there’s a subtle glimmer of sadness in his gaze that she’s never quite seen before. She’s not sure if she should feel touched that he’s grown so comfortable to express such vulnerability in front of her, or horrified of the meaning behind it…

“Then tell me what I can do to make it go away.” He raises his finger up to brush her bangs away from her forehead, before resting his hand against the side of her face, cupping her face in his palm. “Whatever it is, it will be done. Just name it.”

Charlie frowns softly, staring at him quietly for the longest minute. She’s not sure there’s anything he can do to make this all disappear. Alastor may be a powerful overlord, wielding immense power that has left even her impressed. But sadly, he can’t just snap his fingers and rid her of her fears like he wishes. Miracles like that weren’t possible down here in Hell.

There’s one thing he can do, though. As simple as it may be, it’s what she needs him to do.

Charlie leans her face into his palm, bringing her own hand up to hold his wrist as she looks deep into his eyes. “Just..promise me that no matter what happens, if anything happens, that nothing will tear us apart from each other.” She says, her voice trembling more and more with each word. “Whether these are just stupid dreams or not, I cannot lose you, Alastor. So please.. promise me now.”

Alastor gives her an incredulous look, raising his brow a little, just before he leans in, inching his face closer to hers.

“Charlie..my princess,” He speaks firmly, his voice lacking any static or filter that it normally carries, “I swear on my damned life, I will never let anything take you away from me. Not Heaven. Not Hell. Nothing is ever going to keep us apart. Do you understand?”

She nods slowly, and as she blinks the tears she’s been fighting back threaten to burst like a broken dam. Alastor kisses her, the tender touch of his lips bringing her a warm sense of comfort. He then pulls her back into his reassuring embrace, and at last the woman crumbles down. She cries into his shoulder, clinging onto him like she may lose him for good if she even thinks of letting go. He doesn’t say anything, knowing he’s said all he can to bring her solace and all he can do now is simply be here with her.

But they both know his words held nothing but truth to them. Charlie’s been the one good thing to ever happen to him in a long, long time. And he would sooner die again than ever let something rip that away from his grasp. He will hold onto her and use everything in his power to fight for her, and he will do it all with a smile on his face.

It’s alright, my love. Is his immediate thought when he hears that dreadful sound of her sobbing. He hugs her as close as he possibly can, letting his eyes fall shut as his face presses onto the mess of hair on her head. The shadow that resembles his shape looms over the pair, hovering its claws protectively over the woman in Alastor’s arms.

Anyone who tries to take you from me will be faced with a fate worse than death…

[lesservillain]

best friend!eddie x reader

cw: SMUT, unprotected piv, pregnancy scare, one sided feelings, sort of sad at the end? an: the prequel to baby daddy!eddie but could be read as a stand alone if you wanted wc: 3.4k

A few years ago…

Music played on the stereo in Gareth’s garage, filling the house through the cracked door that connected to the house. The host himself was passed out on his living room couch, the rest of the boys laughing at him for falling asleep. The only ones left at the party were Jeff, Grant, Eddie and you, the few other guests who came to celebrate their graduations left not long ago.

You rolled your eyes as they placed Gareth’s hand in a bowl of water, a prank that one of them heard would make someone piss themselves in their sleep. Instead of taking part in their stupid prank, you chose to help out with cleaning up. Empty beer cans and other snack bags started filling up the trashcan as you made your way around the kitchen.

“What are you in here doing, sweetheart?”

You turn to see Eddie leaning against the door frame of the kitchen, watching you as you pick up more trash.

“Trying to be helpful,” you say, shoving as much trash into the can as you possibly can. Eddie laughs, pushing off from the frame to walk over to you. He grabs the bag from the can and proceeds to tie it. You smile up at him. “Thanks.”

“Of course,” he says after a moment of looking at you. You get an overwhelming feeling of domesticity as you watch Eddie take the bag out the back door. You watch him through the window as he places the bag in the can. Lighting up a cigarette, he waves at you from the cans, and you feel your cheeks grow hot from being caught staring. 

Eddie was your best friend. Has been since he moved to Hawkins back in 4th grade. The two of you met after you spent the summer in the trailer park where his uncle and your grandma both live in. You rolled with most of the kids there, but Eddie was like a new toy to you. 

He was hard to get out of his shell at first, mostly due to traumas you weren’t aware of at the time. In retrospect, you really pushed him hard, ever persistent in your daily trips to Wayne’s trailer to get him to come out. But when he finally did agree to play with you, the two of you became immediately inseparable. 

Everyone always joked about the two of you spending so much time together, laughing at the grossed out reactions the two of you would have at the mention of the two of you getting married one day. If your grandma was still alive, she would probably be distraught knowing that you had a massive crush on anyone other than Eddie.

After replacing the trash bag, you decide to join Eddie outside. The cool air feels amazing on your skin. The boys don’t have a lot of friends outside of each other, but when all of them start drinking and playing games they seem to generate a lot of heat in such a small space.

“Want one?” Eddie asks as you approach, smoke billowing from between his lips. You nod and he pulls out his pack. 

“Did you have fun?” You ask as he lights the cigarette for you, your hands brushing as he hands it over. The feeling of your skin touching felt like electricity through your hand.

“Uh, yeah,” he says, taking a drag. “I mean, I think it could have been just the two of us and I would have been happy. I’m just glad to finally not have to go back to that hell hole.”

“I’m happy for you, too,” you smile, taking a step closer to him. “Eddie, you honestly have no idea how proud I am of you. Like, I want to shout from the roof tops that Eddie fucking Munson graduated!”

Eddie giggles at your praise, swaying a bit where he stands from the amount of alcohol he’s consumed tonight. He stretches an arm out and you oblige, accepting his tight embrace. He smells like alcohol, weed, sweat, and notes of cheap cologne that he sprayed on earlier in the evening. It was a bit intoxicating in your current state. 

Drinking either made you super friendy or super horny, and tonight you were heading towards the latter. 

You would never admit it, but you’d been watching Eddie all night. There was an air about him tonight. Call it confidence or call it something else, but it was something you’d never seen in him before. It’s like he’s gotten a new found sense of life knowing that he was finally free to do whatever he wants in life. There was nothing left to tie him down and he knew it.

And, maybe unfortunately, it was doing something for you. You’d never really thought about Eddie like that before, your long time crush on Steve clouding your mind when it came to paying attention to anyone else. But something has…changed.

And after a shot or two that you took with a few of his friends from theater class (those kids are wild), everything he did just seemed to be doing something for you. You almost fell over when he lifted his shirt to wipe the sweat from his forehead, his stomach that you’ve seen a thousand times on on display looking extra lean and just…

“Hey, are you okay?”

You instantly went from feeling good to being super aware of the way Eddie’s body was touching you. With the way he was holding you, his hand rested just above your chest, almost resting on your breast. The veins in is hand seemed more prominent, the rings on his fingers suiting his hands well.

“Y-yeah,” you stutter, letting go of the breath you didn’t know you were holding. When he doesn’t say anything, you slowly turn to look at him. Which was a mistake, because the way he was staring at you took your breath away again. His big brown eyes stared into yours, lidded in a way that made you want to squirm.

“Eddie? Are you good?”

He doesn’t respond, only blinks. His gaze shifts, flickering back and forth between your lips and your eyes and you feel your stomach flip. 

This isn’t how best friends look at each other. Friends don't caress your cheek like he does. They don’t pull you in, making your fronts flush with each other. They don’t start to block out the light from the moon as they lean in. Their lips don’t meet yours, and you aren’t supposed to accept it, kissing them back.

But, before you know it, your kiss turns into kisses. Feverish and hungry, tongues dancing in sync like lovers do. You’re not lovers, but you feel that line blurring as your body is being pulled away. 

The two of you don’t disconnect until you suddenly stop. Eddie is the first to break off the kiss, reaching behind him to open the doors of his van where he pulls you in. You don’t protest, gladly jumping in and pushing him down so that he lays under you. You can tell by the look on his face he wasn’t expecting it. His eyes watch you as you pull the van doors closed.

Once they click together, everything happens quickly. Rushed touches and clothes flying in every direction, the two of you melt into each other.

Your perched in his lap, breasts are pressed into him with arms wrapped around his neck as you almost eat him alive. His hands rub down the expanse of your back until they land on your ass, palming you underneath your panties as you grind down against him.

Eddie is painfully hard under you. For the brief moment that you looked down at him, you were shocked at the size of the tent in his boxers. It was the one thing about him that you didn’t know anything about after all these years. It sent waves to your core that only made you feel things for him you’d never felt before.

In an attempt to speed things up, you let your hand trail down his chest, his stomach, and down past the hem of his boxers. Your brows shot up when you gripped him, his true size in your hand taking you by surprise.

“Mmmm, shit,” he moans under you, and your breath hitches. You watch him carefully as his face contorts in a way that you’ve never seen; a new side of Eddie that you feel privileged to witness.

And then his his hand is on your head, guiding your mouth up and down on his huge cock. Tears threaten to fall down your cheeks with how far down your throat he tries to get you. But you do your best to take it like a champ. Especially with how he praises you.

“Fuck, you’re amazing.” The words fall from his lips like flowing water. He lost the barrier to keep his thoughts to himself as soon as you took your bra off. “Please don’t stop.”

How could you possibly deny him? You can’t. You blow him better than you ever have before, until his thighs are clenching around your head. You were fully expecting him to blow his load in your mouth at this point and you would have let him. But he pops you off of him and holds you in his hands until he can catch his breath.

“Eddie, whats wrong?” You ask confused.

“I’m sorry,” he says with heavy breaths, “Didn’t want to waste this chance by cumming too quick.”

Your heart leaped in your chest at his words, insinuating that he wanted more than just a quick bj in the back of his van. You’d never thought you’d be doing this with him, but in your current state Eddie could tell you to kill someone you would without question.

“Okay,” you say with a nod, shifting your body until you were sitting in front of him. There was an awkward pause as the two of you stared at each other. You waited for him to make the next move but it seemed like it was never going to come. You’re sure Eddie is just as wrapped up in the moment as you, so you decide to go ahead and make the next move.

You crawl towards him until you’re sitting just above his lap. His eyes never leave your face, round and in awe of you as you move closer to him. You place a hand on either shoulder and you can feel how tense he is.

“Eddie, are you sure you want to do this?”

He’s frozen for a moment. Until his head begins to nod so quickly he could have given himself brain damage from the speed.

“Yes, yeah, I am. As long as you are…”

“I do, too,” you assure him. You look around the messy interior of his van for a moment before looking back at him. “Do you, um, have a…”

Eddie’s eyes look like they’re about to bulge out of his head as his face shifts into that of a state of panic. He starts to babble, words incoherent until he’s able to form a sentence.

“I-I-I don’t, um, I don’t have any…condoms.” The last word comes out in a hushed tone, almost ashamed as he admits it.

“Well, shit,” you say, finger coming to tap against your lip as you think. You’d never done it without a condom before, and even if you trusted Eddie, the last thing you two needed was an accident to happen.

“I’m sorry, I just--I’ve never done this, so--”

“Wait, what?” You say, stopping him in his tracks. He looks up at you like he said something wrong and it kills you. “Eddie,” you try and keep your tone as neutral as possible, “Are you…still a virgin?”

Eddie swallows, eyes now looking anywhere but you. Eddie’s never brought up anything about his sex life before to you, but you’d not really been all that open with him for that very reason. But you’d always assumed it was just a mutual respect thing, not that he didn’t have anything to share to begin with.

“It’s okay if you are,” you add, “It doesn’t bother me.”

Eddie looks at you again, though now with cheeks pinker than ever. He sighs, nodding once again, but with less vigor than before.

“Yeah, I’m a…virgin.”

Something inside you flips when you hear him admit it out loud. A giddy feeling inside takes over your thoughts as you come to a realization.

“Do you want me to help you change that?”

You barely recognized your own words, and the look that Eddie gave you told you that it came out just as suggestive as you intended. 

“Are you sure?” He stutters out, “I don’t want you to do it because you feel like you have to--”

“Shhh,” you shush him, placing a finger on his lips. “I’m doing this because I want to,” you say, lowering yourself so that the tip of his cock sits right at your entrance. You feel it jump in your hand at the contact. “You just have to say the word.”

Eddie’s eyes are locked where the two of you touch, his breath hitching as your juices coat his thick head. 

“Please,” he says, still looking between you. “I want to.”

You smile, a heat taking over your body as you realize what you’re about to do. But, you try not to let the idea of taking your best friends virginity take you out of the moment. You had to be in charge here and you didn’t want to let Eddie down.

Without a second thought, you start to lower yourself down on him. He’s bigger than you’ve been with before, so you take your time to work him in since you didn’t get any prep before hand.

“Wait,” he says suddenly, stopping you just as you get the tip all the way in. 

“What, what’s wrong?” You ask, starting to pull off of him. But his hands land on your hips to keep you in place.

“I want to do this. Like, you have no idea how much I want this right now. But, what about the no condom thing?”

You blink, thinking quickly over your options. The two of you are too intoxicated to go and get a condom right now. Plus, he’s already technically inside of you, so what good would one do that pulling out wouldn’t, right?

“Just…when you’re about to cum, just tell me and I’ll get off. Okay?”

“Are you sure?”

“Do you want me to change my mind?”

Eddie mimics zipping his lips, and you roll your eyes at his playfulness.

“Can I continue now?” He nods again, giving you a thumbs up.

You try to get yourself back into the moment by slowly moving up and down, focusing on the feeling of Eddie’s cock inching deeper and deeper inside of you with each movement. Eddie’s head rolls back and you feel his hips bucking subconsciously beneath you. 

You decide not to torment him anymore and fully seat yourself in his lap. He bucks forward, face colliding with your chest as he’s taken aback by the feeling. 

“You okay?” You say with a giggle, though you’re barely holding back a moan yourself at feeling his cock fully stretching you. 

“Mhmm,” he whimpers into your skin, the grip he has on your hips almost bruising. 

“Do you want me to give you a minute?”

He shakes his head. “No, please move.”

And so you do. You take your time at first, really to give yourself ample opportunity to prepare to take him at a faster pace. But with the sounds he’s making, you feel yourself getting wet enough that you can bounce yourself on his cock with more ease. He keeps his face burried in your chest as you move up and down on his cock.

Eddie’s hands loosen on your hips and move themselves up your sides until they land on your breasts. He holds them around his face, fondling and groping as they rub against his face. He takes one of your nipples in his mouth, licking and teething at it softly, sending little shocks of pleasure through you.

All of the feelings were honestly a lot for you to take in. And the more you looked down at him the quicker your own orgasm was approaching. You let yourself forget about his pleasure for a moment as you chased your own high, fully seating yourself to let the thick patch of hair at his base rub deliciously against your clit. You rolled your hips against him and he whined into your chest.

Suddenly, your vision goes white as you feel yourself cumming on his cock. Your body starts to shake, and you’re pussy spasms around him, coating him in your cum.

“Is that you cumming? Holy fuck, I--”

There wasn’t much time to react as your pussy was suddenly being filled. Eddie’s body tenses under you as you’re only just now coming down from your own high. But when you finally realize what was happening, you jump up as fast as you can, head hitting the top of his van.

“Fuck! Damn it, Eddie!”

He snaps out of his post orgasm bliss and jumps up after you, also hitting his head on the ceiling in the process. 

“Shit! Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” Eddie’s never been more panicked in his life than right now. Not even when he almost got caught by Hopper selling out in the woods. “I can fix this! I-I-I-”

“Eddie, how the hell are you going to fix this? Fuck me, this is my fault. I should have just said no when you said you didn’t have a condom.”

“No, please don’t be mad,” he says, grabbing your arms and giving you the most pathetic, sad look you’ve ever seen. 

“Do you have any money?” You ask him after a moment.

“I probably have like $3 to my name right now. Why?”

“Shit, I just paid my car payment so I only have like $10. I was going to say we could run to the pharmacy and get a Plan B.”

“What’s that?” 

“It’s like a pill that’s supposed to keep you from getting pregnant. But they’re, like, $20 or something crazy like that.”

“I’ll go to Rick. I can probably get some supply from him and sell it in a couple days.”

“I think it only works like the next day. It’s called the morning after pill for a reason I think.”

“Shit, shit, shit.” 

“What about Wayne?”

“I can’t go to Wayne.”

“Why not?”

“Why don’t you ask your mom?”

You sigh. He had a point. There was no way you could ask your mom without her asking why. And money was already tight so there wasn’t a good excuse to make up for you needing $20 out of the blue. 

“You know what, it’s fine.” You say, convincing yourself that it was. “My period should be coming soon, so I think we’re okay.”

“How soon is soon?” Eddie asks, clearly not convinced.

“Like, in a week and a half? Usually around the beginning of the month.”

Eddie breaths in, then out, head slumping. He drops to his knees before you and you can see his body start to shake.

“Eddie?” You drop down to his level and get a look at his face. Tears were streaming down his cheeks, and it sent an arrow through your heart to see him so upset.

“I’m so sorry.” His words come out watery, his head starting to shake. “I didn’t want this to be how it happened.”

His words hit you like a truck. Of course he didn’t want his first time to be like this. He probably wanted it to be with someone he loved, not with his friend, and definitely not with the possibility of getting you pregnant. 

Guilt washed over you. You should have been the better person and not given in to your sick desire to share something like this with him. 

But it’s too late.

You can only hope that this doesn’t ruin your friendship forever.

than you for reading!

[lostinlovingrevery]

Vans Valentines - Rookie Romantic

Trilogy! Logan X F! Reader

Vans Valentines

A/N: I'm not super proud with this one and I was honestly struggling typing it 🥲There's a lot of dialogue in this too. Also no Valentines banner for this yet either bc i'm being lazy about graphics lol. I hope you like the fluff tho!

Plot: It's yours and Logan's first Valentines, and he's panicking about what to do for you!

Warnings: Fluff, Logan is stressssing, other X-men, lil romance, some suggestiveness at the end but not really? Lot of dialogue

Word Count: 2110

Logan was freaking out. 

Strange isn’t it? The big bad Wolverine is freaking out because…

He doesn’t know what to do for Valentines.

“You don’t know what to do?” Scott raises a brow, and crosses his arms. A small smirk on the corner of his lips. “You mean mister “I don’t need any help” needs help to figure out what to give his girlfriend for Valentines day?” 

Logan felt flustered, rolling his eyes at Scott's mocking words. The tip of his ears turned red in embarrassment, as he brought a hand to scratch the back of his head. “It’s not like I don’t know what to get her, I just…” He sighs. “We haven’t been dating that long yet, I don’t want to blow it.” 

“It’s Valentines man, get her some chocolate and flowers.” Scott shrugs. 

“Is that what you’re giving Jean?”

“No.” He scoffs. “I got her tickets to see her favorite orchestra play live in Vegas. She always wanted to go there.” 

Logan's face fell. He scowled at Scott.

“I mean, I’ll give her flowers and chocolate too but that’s not the main gift.” Scott adds. “Just…Give her something from the heart.”

“Real cheesy Summers.” 

Scott shook his head. “Whatever, just don’t mess it up. We both know she’s a real romantic about these things.” He waved him off, turning and walking away. Logan frowned, crossing his arms and pinching the bridge of his nose. The anxiety he was hoping to cease was filling him to the brim. He let a small sigh.

Maybe Marie will be better help…

“Oh flowers! Get her favorite flowers! Jewelry? What about jewelry?” She smiles. “You could take her out to a nice dinner? Honestly anything goes, it’s really the thought that counts to us girls. As long as you put the effort in….” 

“So I was told.” Logan sighs. “Look, I could do all that stuff, I have done that stuff in the past. I uh…Never really cared about doing something nice for someone like that. I want to do something that means something. It’s her favorite holiday.” 

“You could get her something personalized?” Marie shrugs.

“What are we talking about?” Ororo walks into the room.

“Logan's trying to find something for his girlfriend-” Marie teases. 

“Watch it kid.” Logan shook his head. “I just haven’t figured it out yet. I’m looking for…suggestions.” Logan throws his hands up a weak shrug. “Any ideas?

“Really Logan?” Ororo scolds putting a hand on her hip. “You haven’t figured it out by now? Valentines is literally in a few days you know”

“I know! I’ve been thinking about it for a month!” Logan snaps, his voice nearly a growl. Marie and Ororo stare at him. “Sorry, sorry.” He says, brushing his hand through the curls of his hair. “I just…Want it to be…Special.” He gets out in frustration. 

“How about a weekend trip?” Ororo asks. “I had a boyfriend do that for Valentines. It was a really nice gift.” She smiles. 

“Maybe.”

“Whatever you do, just make sure it’s nice. You know how much she loves Valenti-”

“Yeah yeah.” Logan waved Ororo off, turning to walk out of the room. He didn’t mean to be rude, he did ask after all, but he was stressing out more and more. None of what anyone suggested sat right with him. He sat lost in thought as he wandered the mansion. 

This was yours and Logan's first Valentines. He wanted to do something nice for you, since he’s known for as long as you both been here that it was your favorite holiday. He actually did give you flowers last year for Valentines, but you were both still friends then- tittering on the edge of a relationship but he was too nervous to actually ask you out that time. 

This time he wanted to make it mean something- to make up for last year, feeling like he disappointed you by not officially taking you out that day. 

He happened by Hanks study. Maybe Hank knows something, since you two are good friends. 

He stepped inside, and Hank looked up from his desk, a blink of surprise. “Logan? Good to see you. Need something?”

“Yeah uh…Has my girl said anything to you about Valentines? Like…Maybe if she was expecting something?”

Hank raised an eyebrow. “No, not at all.” He shook his head. “I do know that she seems excited this year. Do you have something planned?”

Logan's expression told Hank what he needed to know. He sighed, leaning back in his chair. “Just take her out for a date Logan. All she wants is to be with you.” 

Logan shook his head. “Looking for something a little more than that Hank.” He sighs, turning to walk out into the hallway. 

He wasn’t good at this. He had been wandering on his own for years and years. Alone.  Valentines would pass him by and he wouldn’t even notice unless he stopped at a bar that actually decorated with string hearts and “romance” deals on the whiskey. He’s not even sure if he ever even at least hooked up with someone on Valentines. It didn’t matter to him, wasn’t important. It was another day, in his long, fleeting life. 

Now that he’s got you. He sees the appeal of the holiday. Spoiling your loved one, making sure they know how you feel about them, the romance, the intimacy. All great. Except now the pressure of making sure he impresses you, makes you happy, really stresses him out. 

Faint memories of old relationships, where he gifted flowers, candy, and going out to dinner, leading to intimate nights spent together. Stuff that he didn’t necessarily put the effort into- things that he did because they were expected and he was content to just do what he could. He could do all that sure, and you’d probably love it. You weren’t picky, but you were a romantic and he felt like if he settled on his gifts, on his expression of love; you’d be disappointed. 

Lost in thought, he nearly missed Charles in his head, asking him to come to his study urgently. He put your gifts on the back-burner, as he made his way to Charles office, to realize his day was about to get worse. 

It was now Valentines, and Logan was begrudgingly walking up the steps to the mansion, having returned from a mission, that lasted nearly 4 days.

The chaos left him little time to get you gifts, just enough time to get you a bouquet of flowers which unfortunately got smushed when some jackass shoved into him. He went to get a new bouquet- and of course, that same jackass happened to snatch the last one. Valentines evening, figures they would nearly be out. 

He got up to the door, staring at the bouquet in disdain. He’ll make it up to you, he knows he will. Surely you understand what happened, right? 

Just as he went to open the door, it opened on it’s own, with Scott and Jean standing there, arms hooked with each other, dressed as they seemed prepared to go on a fancy date.

“Logan!” Jean smiled, then shot a look at Scott, who was smirking. “Welcome back!” 

“Yeah.” Logan gives a courteous nod, pursing his lips together. “You guys look nice.” He compliments, looking them up and down. Fancy, flashy outfits. Jean in a bright red evening gown, and Scott in a tux- with a red tie to match her dress; and supposedly his glasses too. 

“Thank you.” Jean smiles bigger, hugging Scott's arm a little closer to her. “We’re going out to dinner.” 

“Have fun.” He says, not very heartfelt in his words as he moved to step inside past them.

“Hey, she’s in the kitchen by the way.” Jean calls out over her shoulder. Logan looks back at them, as they were walking out the door.

“Hope you got something nice planned Logan.”  Scott remarks, and looked over his shoulder as well, glancing at Logan, the smirk still plastered on his face. Jean quietly hushed him and they disappeared down the walkway. Logan shut the door behind them, confusion on his face.

Why were they weird?

He made his way to the kitchen, past the various student couples flirting and necking throughout the halls and rooms, rolling his eyes at the young love the entire mansion has found itself in. Anxiety began to hit him as he began to realize how disappointed you were going to be. He stopped just before the doorway of the kitchen, preparing himself before he stepped in. 

Confusion filled him as he looked around. You weren’t in here. He must have just missed you. 

He turned to leave, before noting the patio door was cracked open. His brows creased, as he walked across the room, his hand reaching out to close it when he noticed rose petals on the floor. 

“What the hell?” He muttered to himself. Jean telling him you were in the kitchen, and Scotts remark….He had a feeling this had something to do with you. He stepped further out, walking along the scattered rose petals, stretching across the lawn- seemingly endless as he followed them. 

He sniffed, a could smell your perfume nearby, as well as the faint smell of food. A small smile grew on his face, as he followed a small path through the woods that the rose petals led him through. That’s when he came into the small clearing- where you were.

You’re back was turned to him, but he could see you were wearing one of his favorite dresses on you, and your hair done up. You seemed busy arranging the table, which had lit candles, plates, and bowls and decorative plates filled with his favorite food. Nearby, he heard music playing crooners and jazz. The clearing had lights strung up on the trees, lighting up the small area and creating a romantic ambiance that reminded Logan how much he loved you.

Silently he snuck up behind you, his arm quickly wrapped around your waist as he pulled you against him, a small gasp escaping you as he buried his face in your neck, taking a deep inhale of your scent. It had been a few days since he seen you after all, he missed you dearly. 

“Hi Lo…” You giggled, placing your arms over his and leaning back into him. “Happy Valentines day…”

“This all for me bub?”

“This? Oh, no. It’s for Hank.” You teased shaking your head, feigning as if you were serious. 

“Not funny.” He murmured, but there was a hint of amusement in his voice. You turned around, placing your hands on his shoulders. His eyes quickly taking in your figure, reminding him once again why this dress was his favorite on you. 

“You like it?” You asked. 

“Like it? I love it baby.” He cooed, leaning in to peck your lips. “Um…” He parted from you, lifting the broken bouquet up. “These are..For you.” 

Your face lit up as you took the flowers into your hands, “Lo!”

“I…” He sighed in frustration, keeping an arm wrapped around your waist. “I’m sorry, I didn’t do anything super…fancy. I wanted to, couldn’t think of anything and then that damn mutant went on a rampage over in-”

“Lo-” You hushed him, putting a finger to his lips. “Don’t worry about it. Everyone told me you’ve been stressing over it, so that’s why I took care of it.”

“Everyone?” Logan quirked a brow. Then rolled his eyes, as he felt his cheeks heat up. “No one can keep their mouth shut around here…” 

You giggled, cupping his face with your hands, standing on your tiptoes to kiss him again, distracting him from his irritation from everyone else. He smiled into your kiss, leaning forward into you, as his hand pushed against your back, as if he couldn’t get close enough to your persons. You parted with a gasp, eyes dazed from him. 

“Well, since you got this part covered.” He mutters softly as he pressed his forehead against yours. “I’ll make sure the rest of the night won’t be forgetful.”

You giggled at his insinuation. “I got a surprise for later, by the way.” You say. He leaned his head, taking a look at you questioningly. “You’ll like it.” 

He hummed. “I’m sorry again that I-”

“Logan, hush.” You stop him. “All I’d ever want is you. I don’t need a bunch of fancy gifts for you to show me you love me. I just want you.” 

He smiled, genuine and broad, he leaned closer to you again, pecking your forehead. “Same here, bub.” He responds softly. 

[reigningqueenofwords]

Losing Her

Pairing: Bucky x Reader Word count: 1,156 Request: Anonymous. Love that you’ve jumped on the chubby Bucky train 🤗. Maybe reader is planning a party for a recent promotion or something and she has to be secretive so he gets super duper worried she’s leaving him because he’s gotten chunky?

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Bucky had gotten a promotion that he’d been hoping for finally, and you were so proud of him. He’d worked hard, and it had finally paid off. You wanted to show him just how proud, so you took it upon yourself to start planning him a part. That he would have no idea about. Conspiring with Tony, Nat, and Steve, the four of you worked to make it perfect. They’d help you make sure all your friends were there on time, and that everything was how you wanted it to be.

The phone was between your shoulder and ear as you worked on dinner for that evening when Bucky walked in. “That’s perfect! And it’s in my budget?” You asked. “Tony, just because you make a lot of money, doesn’t mean the rest of us do.” You teased. Hearing the door shut, you quickly worked on ending the call. “We’ll talk tomorrow. Night.” You hit the red button and put your phone on the counter before turning to see Bucky standing there, eyebrow raised. “How was work?” You smiled. 

“It was work. What did Tony want?” He asked, curious. 

You waved it off. “Working on Christmas presents early this year.” You told him. 

“It’s May.” He noted. You simply shrugged and went back to cooking, confusing him. 

Crawling into bed that night, you got a text as you got comfortable. Bucky was already waiting to cuddle you, but you quickly grabbed your phone. It was Nat, talking about catering. You replied, chatting with her for a few minutes before putting it face down on your nightstand. “Girl from work wants to grab lunch tomorrow.” You pecked his cheek before wrapping your arm around his waist, which had grown since the pair of you had moved in together. Putting your head on his chest, you didn’t see the look of worry on his face. 

“I don’t know what to do, Stevie.” Bucky paced his office while on the phone with his younger brother. “I feel like I’m losing her.” His heart ached. “I’ve put on weight, I get that. I’m not as fit as I used to be. I work, and so sue me I’d rather enjoy my girl’s cooking over spending an hour at the gym.” He half whined. 

Steve sighed, trying to ease his worries without giving anything away. “She loves you, Buck.” He assured him. “So much.” Being in the middle was hard, but Steve understood why you’d asked him to help. “How long have you felt this way?” 

He sighed. “It really started maybe a week ago?” He shrugged, even though he couldn’t be seen. “I come home and she’s talking to Tony. Something about a budget. She tried to play it off as wanting to work on Christmas presents already. I pointed out it’s May. Then she gets into bed, and instantly starts texting someone. She said it was a girl from work, but why would she be texting her so late?” 

“Honestly, you are dating someone who likes to plan.” He pointed out. “She honestly could be planning Christmas presents. Last year she took over a month just for your birthday present, remember?” 

“Yeah, I remember.” He mumbled. It had been a good present. 

Steve smiled to himself. “Don’t worry about it. I’m sure it’ll all blow over, and you’ll laugh at yourself for every thinking she’d want to leave you. She probably has bridal magazines stashed in your apartment somewhere, Buck.” He saw the two of you making it in the long run. 

Bucky’s cheeks turned a bright red at that. “You think?” He asked, now a bit worried for a different reason. Were you hoping he’d propose or something? “Wait, do you think she’s planning to propose?!” He felt slightly panicked. He loved that you were independent, and didn’t care about ‘gender roles’, but he wanted to get down on one knee for you! 

Chuckling, Steve was amused. “Calm. Down.” He said gently. “Breathe. Just get back to work, okay? I’ll see you for our usual dinner Friday.” He told him. 

“Yeah…yeah…” 

Throughout the next few days, Bucky’s worries went back and forth. From him thinking you were leaving, to thinking you’d propose and he wouldn’t get to surprise you with that. By the time Friday rolled around, he hoped that dinner would help. Every Friday night, your group of friends made their way to Tony’s for a nice dinner. It was something to look forward to when the weeks were long and hard. 

“Tony never sends a car.” Bucky noted when you told him your car was there. 

“Guess he wanted us to feel special.” You smiled, lacing your fingers with his as you led him outside. There was a nice black car waiting for you, the driver there, ready to open the door for the two of you to slide in. 

Once in, his eyes watched out the window. “This isn’t the way to Tony’s.” He looked to you, noting how the lights from outside hit your face just so. “Where’re we going, doll?” 

You grinned over at him. “You’ll see.” You teased, making him furrow his brows. 

Twenty minutes later, the door was opened again. Bucky got out first, and then offered you his hand. He looked to the building, and noted it was a very nice hotel. Bucky allowed himself to be led by you, his mind trying to grasp at the most logical outcome. He stopped you, making you look at him. “Babe, I love you, and I wanted to be the one to propose. I don’t have a ring, or I’d do this the right way. But, I have to ask before you do it.” He rambled, making you stare at him. “Will you marry me?” He blurted out, making you giggle. 

“I will, but I wasn’t proposing.” You cupped his cheek gently. Motioning to the two large doors that had opened, showing your friends, the room behind them set up for a party. A banner that read ‘CONGRATULATIONS’ was hung up. 

“I guess we have two reasons to celebrate now!” Tony beamed. 

Bucky’s eyes went wide, looking back to you. “Uh…” His face felt like it was on fire. 

You pecked his lips. “We can go ring shopping tomorrow. We’ve been putting together a party for your promotion, babe.” You explained. “That ‘budget’ I told Tony to stick to, that he didn’t….” You shot a fake glare at the man. “Was for the venue, and supplies. That text I got was Nat. She was in charge of food. I worked with them, and Steve, to pull this off in about two weeks.” You wrapped your arms around him. 

“That…didn’t even cross my mind.” He admitted. “I thought you were leaving me because I gained weight, or proposing. Then I saw this place and…well…” He said bashfully. 

“I love your extra weight.” You grinned with a wink. “Now, let’s celebrate!” 

[femnoah]

I’m so curious, how would the rest of the cast react once it’s revealed that ‘Noah’ is actually Neha?

Plus I could only imagine Neha revealing this information in either a very dramatic way (ie a challenge where they have to tell a secret) or be hilariously nonchalant about it and acting like she thought everyone knew the whole time just to mess with the cast

Owen's reaction is basically just "my little buddy is even more adorable!" He takes his job given to him (ward off the pretty boys) by the brothers even more seriously after the reveal.

Most of the cast are just shocked.

Lindsey and Beth try to befriend her.

Heather begrudgingly respects her for it.

Justin feels like ripping his hair out cause 'Noah' may not be the first guy to not show interest in him but Neha is definitely the first girl, it just convinces him more that she's secretly a demon.

Alejandro has an 'oh shit' moment.

I've got so many different scenarios for the reveal but they mainly fall into three categories:

Third party in the future

Her family reveal it

Reveal in the competition

Third party in the future:

She does achieve her dreams of working as a host and becomes super famous (as Neha). She gets invited on a big talk show (one with a live audience, Eva and Izzy are in said audience cause they're proud of their sister) and is asked about her first experience in show biz.

She mentions total drama and the host gives her a pitying look, asking if she worked as an intern on the show. Neha just laughs and says she was one of the original contestants. Obviously, the host and audience are confused because they don't remember the girl in the first couple seasons.

(I honestly believe that Chris made intros for the more iconic groups after World Tour to reel in more viewers and since team escope were the fan favourites, they definitely got one and it became famous)

She gets Izzy and Eva to come up on stage with her and Izzy hands her something. She ties her hair back, prods at her throat a couple of times before nodding to Eva who presses a button on her phone. The three girls then turn around so their backs are to the audience.

Chris' voice rings out and there are a couple of gasps from those in the audience who recognise the intro.

"They're the nightmares of manipulative pretty boys! They're the natural enemies to the sane and the nice! They're the very unlikely friend group! They are-"

Neha turns around posing with her one hand on her cocked hip, with the wig on her head and in a very familiar deeper, snarky voice says "The brains"

Eva then turns around, cracking her knuckles and grinning in a feral like way and says "The brawn"

Izzy turns around and jumps on the two so that her arms are around the girls' shoulders and chirps out "And the Crazy!"

Chris' voice continues out from the phone's speakers "It's everybody's favourite trio.... Teaaaaaaam Escooope!"

It becomes a viral meme and coincidentally how a lot of the cast found out that she was a girl.

The host then asks about how and why she managed to keep this from the whole world for so long and she shrugs in response.

.....

"my brothers bet me that I couldn't do it so I did, then I kinda forgot I did it"

"were any of the other cast mates aware that you were a girl all along?"

"I-" she furrows her eyebrows and thinks for a second. "I literally have no idea, I can't remember if I told any of them or anything..... Did I?" she looks to the other two girls for help.

"No clue!!"

"dunno why you're asking me, I barely talked to any of them"

She turns back to the host "I'm going to say I did because I feel like either I did tell them or I thought about doing it, I honestly can't remember though"

She did not in fact tell any of them.

Her family reveal it

After World tour (ridonculous race isn't canon in this) had finished and most of the competitors had went home, Team Escope took a selfie on the Hawaii set in their total drama outfits. The only difference was that Neha wasn't wearing her wig, instead Izzy had it on on top of her hair, in a way you can tell it is a wig. It was posted on Eva's social media account captioned 'when one of your best friends cons the entire world and her competitors into thinking she was a boy for three seasons because of a bet #teamescope'. It goes viral.

The other one is that after World Tour the families come to pick up the contestants (free trip to Hawaii), talk with the staff and mingle. It's pretty calm until the doors slam open and a hoard of attractive guys come in (Katie faints and Justin looks offended) and practically runs towards the resident snark. A gorgeous woman trails in after them looking highly amused.

By now everybody who's in the room is watching them wondering what's going on (Alejandro is mildly horrified because that's A LOT of what he assumes to be brothers based on how old they look).

'Noah' gets lifted up so 'he's' sitting on one of the guys shoulders and all of the brothers just start chanting "Neha!" Like they're at a football match.

The woman walks over to Izzy and Eva who are just laughing at the antics and they start getting fussed over by said woman. Everybody else is confused.

'Noah' is flushed bright red and basically begging "put me down!!".

The woman then makes her way over to the larger group with the other two girls in tow and gives them a look. 'Noah' is put down and she starts fussing over 'him' as well.

.......

"Mamaaa!" She whines as her mama just peppers face with kisses in front of everyone, she had a reputation to uphold dammit!

"Aww, my कीमती छोटी लोमड़ी, I'm so proud of you!!" Her mama replied, clearly not getting how serious the situation is, she could hear Duncan, Heather, Courtney and some of the others laughing at her misfortune.

Her mama smiled down at her and no, Neha was not pouting- "but Neha darling, you won, are you not excited?"

She froze. "What?"

"I spoke to McLean out in the hall and he told me that your contract from the first season is officially over, and since you didn't sign one for this season specifically you are no longer contractually a part of the show!"

A sharp smile grew on her face as she felt her brothers freeze up behind her. She turned around dramatically and clapped her hands once. "So! My contract is over and I didn't give myself away. Those were the terms right?"

She walked over to her brothers, savouring her victory. She fully planned to boast as much as she could. It's not often that she gets to dictate all of her brothers' actions for a day and she was going to enjoy the payback for all of the embarrassment she went through because of the bet. She told them this.

"I won the bet and now I have the power to make you suffer like I have on this Godforsaken show!" Okay, maybe she was being a little dramatic but she's their younger sister! It's basically her job!

"I'm going to make you all regret making this bet so much" it was only thanks to her ingrained reflexes that she managed to avoid the youngest of her older brother's attempt to grab her (she is not getting tickled in front of all these people, that is a line she'll never let be crossed). Neha darted behind Eva. Unfortunately, she wasn't quick enough to avoid the swipe at her hair so she didn't notice until it was too late when the wig came off and her hair fell down, framing her body. She glared at the offending brother.

Her mama just giggled and she felt even more betrayed. (Wasn't her little girl adorable, she looked like an angry kitten all puffed up).

Neha was not prepared for Izzy to suddenly pick her up and shove her at Eva before sprinting towards the door yelling "protect the baby!!!". Eva looked down at her and Neha shook her head trying her hardest to convey ' do not. Don't you even dare iron woman.' unfortunately it didn't work cause the other girl just smirked at her and sprinted to catch up with Izzy, still carrying her.

Not even seconds later her brothers all seemed to telepathically come to an agreement and they also all rushed to the three girls who had left the room by now. "Capture the triplets!" "We cannot let them steal our youngest sister! That's our job" "Charge!" "The baby!"

Neha's mother just looks to the closest person (who just happened to be Alejandro's mother) and cheerfully chirped "Children can be quite a handful can't they!" " Ah, si, though it seems as though you may need more hands than I do" "too right! You seem to be quite a reasonable woman, can I have your number? Perhaps we can arrange a play date between our children" she winked. The other woman just laughed and gave her her phone "si si, I'm sure my husband would be thrilled to see our boys making friends!"

Neha's mother then walks out of the room ignoring the catatonic state of shock her मीठी ग्रेमलिन्स left most of the room in.

Reveal in the competition

Either Neha gets into a scrap with one of the competitors (probably Duncan or Justin, she does not get on with either of them, like at all) and her wig comes off in the process or Chris designs a challenge where she has to reveal herself for the sake of drama.

The challenge could be a guess the secret one where all the contestants' greatest secrets are listed out plus a few red herrings. Whoever guesses the most correct secrets wins as well as whoever has their secret guessed correctly the least. Neha wins this challenge cause only 3 people correctly guessed her 'secret' (her, Eva and Izzy) and then she gets revealed as proof and spends the rest of the season as herself.

Another one is if they had all of the OG cast in a new season. Neha would 'reveal' herself to the viewers first. I think it would be funny if they are playing tag hide and seek with the contestants as a challenge in a city.

One of the teams are seekers and everyone else are hiders, they're out if they get tagged and join the taggers in hunting the rest down. The original taggers win if they get everybody. If they don't then whoever is left wins.

Neha wins the challenge.

She just takes off her wig and the first layer of her outfit, unbuttoning the top of her shirt and walks around. Multiple contestants walk past her but they don't notice her. She actually had a pretty fun day: she had a nice cup of tea, read a couple chapters of her book and explored the architecture in the city. At the end of the day she puts her wig back on and walks back to the hosts. When asked where she was she just says that she saw them multiple times and they were clearly just blind.

Basically the entire season is her gaslighting the rest of the cast. Like, she's not trying hard to hide it at all anymore, they just don't notice it cause they're kinda dumb. (-okay, maybe the eel does notice, she'll give him that) eventually Chref and Izzy join in on it.

"I keep tampons in my pockets to sell to Molotov, that bear is like really weird"

*After threatening Alejandro to get him to behave about Owen and getting a bit into it- crowding against him, forgetting that she was currently not wearing her compression vest and her boobs are kind of obvious* "what do you mean you could feel breasts pressing against you? Obviously it was my pocket books, I keep them in my breast y'know pocket. Pretty silly of you to get them mixed up dude."

"how do I know what periods feel like? Courtney... I'm kinda disappointed in you, I thought you knew I'm psychic"

"Noah's like the best person to talk to about wigs, he knows all about them!" "Wait, really?" "Yeah, apparently there's like a ton of different types of earwigs! I thought that there was only one tbh!"

Eventually she just walks out to a challenge as herself and acts like she wasn't pretending to be a guy the entire time.

"uhh, I've always looked like this, are you blind?"

"and finally the snark is here, you look a bit different, did you leave one of your books behind?" "Yeah" she gives herself a look over, ignoring the gob smacked expressions " I didn't think it was that noticeable though, I thought I should go for a change and I finally finished the book so why not. I honestly feel so much lighter without it already"

[kikyoupdates]

Girlfriend-For-Hire ⭑˚🦋⭑ 𝟶𝟽

yandere!ocs x f!reader

yandere, reverse harem, yandere reverse harem, original characters x fem!reader, slowburn, slowburn yandere

Hoping to try something new and earn a bit of money on the side, you join an app that lets people hire you for your dating services. The idea is pretty straightforward — you pose as the client's girlfriend for a brief period of time, and in turn, you receive payment. But you didn't foresee everyone getting so attached to you, and suddenly, they're no longer satisfied with a fabricated relationship.

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“Come here, little ducks. I’ve got a bunch of yummy seeds for you guys to eat.” 

You crouch down, leaning closer to the edge of the lake as you scatter seeds across the water’s surface. They all come flocking around, trying to gather the food up as quickly as they can.

“They like it,” you beam towards Liam. “Good idea bringing all these seeds along. It’s been a while since I got to do something like this.” 

Liam smiles back. “Don’t mention it. You look like you’re having fun.” 

“Mhm! I love animals. They’re so cute and interesting. And even if we don’t completely understand them, it’s cool how they find different ways of communicating with us.” 

“Yeah, there’s all kinds of crazy stuff going on in the animal kingdom. Animals are a lot smarter than some people give them credit for.” Liam pauses for a moment, then sheepishly scratches his head. “When I was younger I actually wanted to become a veterinarian. But obviously there’s a lot of work that goes into that sort of thing. Even if I went to university, I’m not sure I would’ve had what it takes.” 

Axel leans over his boyfriend’s shoulder and pouts. “Don’t say that, babe. You’re super smart. You always learn things way faster than I do. I bet you could have easily done it. And it’s never too late to start, right?” 

“It’s fine,” Liam chuckles, tousling Axel’s hair. “It’s not like I’m not happy with my current career. I was just imagining another outcome, that’s all.” 

“Well, if you ever find something else you want to try, I’ll be right behind you. You should be able to do whatever makes you happy.” 

Axel wraps his arms around Liam and gives him a big hug, and even though this date is technically supposed to be between all three of you, you can’t help but feel like you’re slightly out of place. They’ve just got such a sweet and lovey-dovey relationship. It’s enough to make you blush. 

“Thanks for saying you’d support me,” Liam smiles. He squeezes Axel’s hand, then crouches down beside you. “Anyways, I didn’t mean to go off on a tangent. I just wanted to say I really like animals too. Oh!” 

His eyes widen, and at first you’re not sure why, but then you follow his gaze and realize that one of the smaller ducks has decided to climb out of the water. It stands up on its cute webbed feet, spends a few moments shaking its tail feathers off, then proceeds to tilt its head at you and stare. 

“I think it might want to say hi,” Liam whispers, being careful not to scare the duck off. 

“That or it wants more birdseed,” you whisper back. 

“Ah. Yeah, that’s probably it.” 

“I’ve heard ducks can be pretty aggressive, you know,” Axel remarks to no one in particular. You notice that he’s not getting close to the duck like you and Liam. He’s probably not that big on animals.

“You’re probably thinking of geese,” Liam dismisses. 

“Nah, ducks too. I’ve definitely heard that they can get really territorial and stuff.” 

“Is that why you’re standing so far back? Because you’re scared of this one little duck?” 

“...no.” 

Axel crosses his arms and frowns, but he still doesn’t step up, so honestly, it’s not too convincing. 

You and Liam exchange knowing looks, even chuckling a few times under your breaths, but before you can consider teasing Axel any more, the duck walks right up to you and lets out a proud, resounding quack. 

“Aww,” you gush. “Look at this cutie.” 

“He’s adorable,” Liam nods in agreement. “Here, little guy. We’ve still got lots of seeds left for you.” 

Both of you hold out hands filled with birdseed. The duck takes a moment to ponder its options, then starts pecking at the seeds directly from your palm. You giggle at the sensation of its beak nuzzling your skin. 

“Damn, lucky!” Liam whines. “I want to feed him too.” 

“We can take turns. Here, I’ll pull my hand away so he can go over to you next.” 

You do just that, and unsurprisingly, the duck heads directly towards the nearest source of food. Liam’s eyes are practically glowing with excitement as he watches the duck happily eat straight from his hand. 

Axel shakes his head. “Man. Aren’t you guys scared he’ll bite your fingers off?” 

“Ducks don’t have teeth, Axel,” Liam sighs. He gives you a look that seems to say, ‘Sorry about him. He’s hardly a duck connoisseur.’ 

“But they can still bite, I’m pretty sure.” 

“Are you seriously scared of ducks? How am I just now finding out about this?” 

“Pfft.” You giggle and tentatively reach a hand out while Liam feeds the duck, and as chance as would have it, the duck sits still and lets you pet its back (much to Axel’s horror). 

Honestly, if it was up to just you and Liam, you probably would have played with the ducks for an absurd amount of time, but you feel bad that Axel isn’t being included in this activity, so you suggest doing something else. 

“That was fun, but you mentioned wanting to get something to eat, right?” 

“Yes,” Axel says, exhaling loudly. “Yes, finally. No more ducks. I don’t want to see any more ducks ever again.” 

Liam shakes his head. “I still can’t believe my boyfriend is scared of ducks.” 

“I already said I’m not scared of them! Anyways, whatever! Let’s just go!” 

He storms off comically, and once again, you and Liam proceed to look at each other and burst out laughing.

You walk back the way you came from and eventually leave the park. Axel already seems to have a few places in mind for where you can go to grab food, and he looks excited to voice his suggestions. 

“This place has really good reviews,” Axel beams as he swings the front door open. 

“I’m sure it’ll be great. You always know how to pick them,” Liam encourages. Axel nods happily and steps inside the restaurant, and while his back is turned, Liam leans in to whisper in your ear. “Please just humor him. Even if the food’s bad, try not to let it show. He gets really bummed out about these kinds of things.” 

So, he’s scared of ducks and also gets all pouty when things don’t go his way. That’s kind of cute.

You sit down at one of the booths and start skimming through the menu. Thankfully, it looks pretty promising. Odds are that everything will taste great and Axel’s feelings will be spared.

You end up being seated right in between Axel and Liam, which feels a bit strange, since it’s sort of like you’re acting as a barrier between the couple. They seem fine with it though, and you suppose this is supposed to be a date involving you as well. So far it’s felt more like hanging out with your friends, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing, especially since you’re getting paid on top of everything else. 

“What are you gonna get, [Name]?” 

Axel leans over, bumping shoulders with you in the process. The booth is big enough for the three of you to sit comfortably, but he isn’t shy about getting close. The lack of distance makes your face heat up a little bit. These guys really are way too attractive for their own good. 

“I’m not sure yet,” you admit, hoping it’s not too obvious that you’re blushing. “What about you? Have you already decided?” 

“Sure have,” he grins. “I’m getting the steak. And the ribs. And the spicy hot wings.”

That’s a lot of protein…

“Axel has a big appetite,” Liam says, flipping through the menu. “I keep telling him he eats way too much meat and needs more variety in his diet, but he doesn’t listen.” 

“How is my fault that meat tastes so good?” 

“Your body’s going to hate you one day when you’re not young and fit. I also don’t understand how your skin always looks so nice, even with all the junk you eat.” Liam sighs and lightly pats his cheeks. “Meanwhile, I break out constantly if I’m not careful.”

“Being a model full-time sure sounds difficult,” you frown. “I obviously don’t know all the details, but I’ve heard it’s really hard always staying in perfect shape.” 

“It depends. Some people you work with are more lenient than others, but yeah. I’ve definitely met my fair share of assholes that made me adhere to ridiculous standards. That’s just the industry, though. It’s super competitive, so you need to be willing to go above and beyond. Which is why I’m getting a salad today.” 

“He works so hard,” Axel sniffles. “I would literally kill myself if I ever had to eat a salad.” 

You chuckle, but in all honesty, you doubt he was kidding.

Eventually, you figure out what you want to eat, and soon enough, the server comes back with all your orders. Axel’s dishes alone cover the majority of the table. Setting aside the fact that it’s literally just meat, the sheer quantity that he’s about to consume is enough to make you feel ill.

You decide to avoid looking at his side of the table and just focus on yourself.

“It’s good,” you remark, and you’re not just saying that to make Axel happy. The food is good. Going to this restaurant was the right decision after all. 

“My salad’s really good too,” Liam nods. 

“How good can it possibly be? It’s a salad,” Axel shudders, as if merely uttering the word causes him immense pain. 

Liam shoots him a pointed glare out of the corner of his eye, and Axel proceeds to take a big bite out of his ribs, unbothered. Meanwhile, you struggle to hide the smile spreading across your lips. Being with these two is a lot of fun. 

“Oh. [Name], you’ve got a little something on your face,” Axel suddenly remarks. 

“I do?” 

Your face reddens. How embarrassing. You’re not usually a messy eater, which is why you’re surprised to see Axel reaching towards you with a napkin. You squeeze your eyes shut so he can gently pat the napkin across the corners of your mouth.

“Th-Thanks,” you say. “I appreciate it.” 

Axel grins. “It’s no big deal. There were only a few crumbs. I just wanted to try doing that. So, now it’s your turn, right?” 

He gestures towards the little patches of sauce on his face, which you were debating telling him about, but he clearly seems aware. It’s no surprise he’s made a mess, considering the loaded meal he’s been chowing down on.

You chuckle softly. “Alright, then. Hold still so I can clean this up for you.” 

Axel beams at you, clearly happy as can be. He didn’t initially strike you as the type who enjoys being spoiled, but then again, he’s scared of ducks and refuses to eat vegetables, so perhaps it’s not all that surprising. 

Your back is turned towards Liam the whole while, so it goes without saying that you don’t notice the pained look in his eyes.

“All done,” you say, and Axel sighs disappointedly. 

“That felt so nice,” he whines. “Will you play with my hair later? I love it when Liam plays with my hair.” 

“I can just do that for you at home,” Liam suggests, a slight desperation in his voice. 

“But I want [Name] to do it for me,” Axel insists. He wraps an arm around your shoulder and pulls you close while grinning. “[Name]’s so cute and nice. I can’t believe you’re not actually dating someone for real. People are seriously missing out.” 

You blush again. The flattery is practically nonstop with this guy. Well, you suppose you aren’t complaining, and it's nice to know that he’s having a good day. 

“...yeah. She’s really cute and nice,” Liam mumbles in agreement. He smiles at you, briefly, then turns away and starts poking at his salad. 

For just a second, his expression looked a bit off. Were you imagining it? 

“Man, I don’t want today to end,” Axel sighs, still hugging you. “I can’t wait for us to do this again. You’re fine with that, right, [Name]? You’d be open to seeing us again?” 

“Of course,” you nod. “I’ve been having a great day. You two are a lot of fun to be around. What about you, Liam? Would you want to do this again sometime?” 

Liam freezes up. Once again, he’s surprised that you’re bothering to check with him. He’s so used to Axel leading the conversation. He’s got a big personality and has a tendency to sweep everyone up in his own pace. 

But you were right to ask him. Initially, Axel said this would only be a one time thing, and he agreed to it just to make him happy. However, it’s clear now that he isn’t comfortable doing this. You’re a great person, and he genuinely enjoys being around you, but he’s not sure he can ever imagine sharing his boyfriend with someone else. It’s nothing personal. It’s just… not something he feels okay doing. 

So, he needs to be vocal about this and tell Axel how he feels. Surely then, he’ll understand. The fact that he was willing to even try should already count for something. It has to. 

Liam offers you an appreciative look, then turns towards Axel.

“I’m—” 

“Liam wants to do this again too. Of course he does,” Axel says, waving his hand and practically dismissing him before he can get a word in. “We talked about it before. And he would’ve told me if he wasn’t having a good time.” 

Liam desperately tries to hide the shock on his face. 

What? He… never promised anything. All he said was that he would try this out and make his decision afterwards. Why is Axel acting like it’s already a sure thing that he’ll want to keep going?

“Today��s been great,” Axel hums. He leans up against you, shoving your body closer to Liam’s and effectively pushing you into his arms. “Going on a date is way more fun with all three of us. Right, Liam?” 

Axel finally meets Liam’s gaze, and the look in his eyes is so painfully expectant that Liam can’t think of a way to refuse. He knows he should. He’s an adult, with his own voice and his own opinions. But for some reason… it feels wrong. It feels like he’s not allowed to do what he wants and risk upsetting Axel in the process. 

Liam hasn’t had a relationship worth protecting until now. He’s only dated losers, assholes, or shitty girls who went behind his back and cheated on him. That’s why he’s so afraid. He’s afraid that saying the wrong words will ruin the best thing that ever happened to him.

And so, he buckles.

“Yeah,” Liam smiles. He’s used to forcing a smile. He does it for work all the time. “It’s been a lot of fun. We should definitely do this again.” 

You stare at him long and hard. Part of you still gets this strange feeling, this feeling that he isn’t being completely transparent. But you’re not the one who can make this choice for him, and he’s had every opportunity to come forward with the truth. 

“Great,” you smile back. “I’m happy to hear it.”

Axel lets out a happy cheer, and even leans across the booth so that he can pull Liam into his arms as well. Between the three of you, it’s hot, stuffy, and there’s not much wiggle room, but Axel seems to be loving every moment of it.

Liam’s eyes lower to the ground.  

It’s okay. Just one more time. He’ll go on just one more date, and then he’ll tell Axel how he really feels. 

Definitely.

It’s late. Normally, at this time of the night, you would be curled up inside your apartment, either doing homework, watching TV, or scrolling mindlessly through your phone. It’s nearly time for you to be going to bed, but instead of sitting comfortably at home, you’re standing out in the chilly night air, dressed in a skirt that you grossly underestimated how short it is. 

And what’s the reason for all of this? 

Your job, of course. 

“[Name]! Hell yeah, you actually made it,” Callum grins. 

He walks over to greet you in a hug, but you’re too preoccupied with shivering from your poor choice of dress, so you give him a half-hearted fist bump instead. 

There’s a party on campus tonight. Well, there’s probably several parties on campus, but this is the one that Callum invited you to, because he heard that Nadia would be going as well. And since he fully intends to make her jealous and eventually win her back—a plan that you still aren’t totally convinced by—he hired you to come out and be here with him. 

“You look really nice,” Callum says. He offers you a lazy, but well-meaning smile. You appreciate the compliment, and you were hoping you looked nice, but right now you’re honestly freezing your ass off. The sooner you get inside, the better. 

“Thanks,” you nod. “You look nice too. I, um. I like your t-shirt.” 

Callum stares at you for a few moments, then throws his head back and explodes into laughter. “Haha! Ha, that’s good. You know, you really don’t have to force yourself to say something nice. Most guys don’t exactly put as much effort into their outfits as girls do.” 

“It’s a nice t-shirt,” you shrug. 

“Well, I appreciate you saying that. Come on,” he gestures, beckoning you along. “Let’s get going. This is around the time people were saying Nadia would be showing up. If we’re lucky, maybe we’ll run into her right from the beginning.” 

You nod and follow him. Even though you still have your doubts about whether or not Nadia will actually want to get back together with him, you’re done worrying about it. He’s the client, and you’re here to do a job. All you can do is play your part, and play it well. You’re being paid whether or not his plan succeeds, and honestly? Part of you is hoping it won’t, only because they’re so clearly not good for each other. You want Callum to be able to move on with his life and find someone who treats him well. Someone who genuinely makes him happy. 

But until that happens, you’re in for one hell of a ride. 

“I mentioned before that some buddies of mine are gonna be at this party too, right? I think you’ll like them,” Callum says. He scratches his cheek, then laughs. “And they’ll probably like you too. None of my friends can really stand Nadia. They always tell me she’s a massive bitch and I need to drop her already.” 

Yikes. Even his friends are advising him to find someone else, but he still has no intention of doing it. His relationship with Nadia truly is a horror show. 

“Honestly, they’ll probably suggest I start dating you instead,” Callum adds in a casual, nonchalant tone.

“But we’re still telling them we’re just friends, because that’s what we agreed on. Right…?” 

You blink warily. You hope this whole thing isn’t one big setup, because you’ll be really pissed off. If he deceives you again, then you have no intention of keeping him as a client. 

“Don’t worry,” Callum reassures. “I’m only going to tell people that you’re my friend. I’m just assuming how they’ll react, because I know they’re desperate for me to date other girls apart from Nadia. They just really want her out of my life. Which I get, because again, she’s kind of fucking crazy.” 

I am very much aware. 

You let out a sigh. It’s weird to think that you’re being paid to essentially butt into someone else’s relationship. If someone had asked you how you would be earning money, you could never have predicted it would be like this. 

Whatever. It doesn’t matter. There’s no shame in what you’re doing. If other people can hold their heads up high while working this job, then so can you. 

“Looks like we’re here,” Callum says. He points towards a big house further up ahead, where there’s a line of people waiting outside to be let in. It’s even busier than you were expecting. You’re not much of a partygoer to begin with, but damn. You can already tell people are going to get wasted out of their minds. 

Callum pulls his phone out of his pocket. “Hold up. I’m gonna text my friends and see where they’re at. One of them is pretty close with some of the frat guys, so I think we’ll be able to get in for free. We might be able to skip the line too.” 

You nod and step back while you wait for him to do his thing. He’s trying to call his friends, but it looks like he might be having a hard time getting through to them, because no one’s picking up. They might already be in the house and can’t hear their phones ringing. The music is blasting even way out here, so you can only imagine how loud it is on the inside. 

Pretty much all you can do is twiddle your thumbs while you wait for Callum to tell you what the plan is, so you absently walk around in place, hoping that it won’t be much longer—you’re seriously freezing. 

All of a sudden, someone bumps into you from behind. 

But it’s not a little bump. It’s not the kind of bump that just startles you and might make you look around in surprise. 

No, it’s the kind of bump that knocks you flat onto the ground and lands you right on your palms and knees. 

The kind of bump that was done on purpose. 

“O-Ouch…” 

You grit your teeth and wince. The fall was far from pleasant, and you know that your tights definitely ripped from the impact. It hurts like a bitch, and when you slowly peel one of your hands away from the concrete, the skin of your palm is covered in angry red scrapes. Part of it has even begun to bleed. 

“Aw, I’m so sorry,” a nasally, disgustingly-fake voice cuts in. It’s a voice you recognize, unfortunately. You don’t even have to turn your head to know who it is. 

But you do it anyway, and you’re met with a hateful grin. 

“So sorry about that,” Nadia says, looking anything but. She twirls a lock of hair around one of her fingers and chuckles. “But it was really your fault for not looking where you were going. Maybe don’t walk around like an airhead next time, okay, love?” 

You don’t say anything. You refuse to debase yourself and sink to her level. But either way, one thing is certain. 

She’s not going to make this easy for you. 

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as the countdown for the enha-files awards has commenced, we’re bringing you exclusive interviews with our talented nominees! we had the pleasure of chatting with jiah ( @okwonyo ) ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ⪩⪨ from their creative process to their thoughts on being nominated, get ready for an exciting look behind the scenes!

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ • 𝟢𝟏 ❜ how do you plan out your longer stories before actually starting to write ?

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎➜ i am the kind of person who starts things as soon as she thinks about it ! i’m more of a “don’t think, just do it” kind of a girl— therefore there isn’t really any planning when i start my longer works. i don’t think about them for a while, i immediately start to write a paragraph and then i open my notes and organize the plot .. i really like to go with the flow ^^

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ • 𝟢𝟐 ❜ what is the work you are most proud of ?

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎➜ there is a lot of works that i am proud of .. but i had to choose it would definitely be “pearls&diamonds” since it’s a work that took me a while to write and a lot of concentration. it was my first time writing scenarios that long and i was very happy to see that it got nominated !

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ • 𝟢𝟑 ❜ what inspired you to join enhablr ?

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎➜ oh, well it was definitely blonde jake ! it might seem silly but when i saw this specific blonde jake picture with him in a white button up sitting, i thought “i need to write for enhypen” TT there was also a few writers that i liked and still do— byhees, boyfhee and flwrshee

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ • 𝟢𝟒 ❜ if you could turn one of your stories into a book, which one would it be ?

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎➜ wow .. this is a hard question TT honestly, it’ll be super shy. i really love awkward teen romances a lot which is why it is my favorite social media au although i didn’t update it in a while. i think that if it was a book, i would be able to go more in depth with the characters’ feelings and personality as well as with the storyline and the blossoming romance

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ • 𝟢𝟓 ❜ how do you get a work done fast if you a have a deadline ?

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎➜ i always get work done fast ! if i want to finish a work in a hour, i sit down and focus on my writing alone. i choose a quiet a cleaned space (mostly my room), play music and don’t get up until i finish what i started >< ideas come quite naturally to me after i start writing

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ • 𝟢𝟔 ❜ what did you think of the enhablr awards ?

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎➜ i think that it is a very good initiative that brings fun to the community. it is always wonderful to see writers get rewarded for their hard work and the time they give into this community. i was very happy to see everyone being so happy about it. i hope that the writers that deserve awards win them ! i am grateful that i got nominated in a many categories, as well that i got to mc for this beautiful event. i wish to win something as well hehe

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[sevasey51]

I think it would be super funny for Connor’s wife to have a bad week at work and the colleagues she doesn’t like working with end up working with her most of her shifts. Everyone is in an upset mood and she’s had enough so she becomes unhinged with no filter and does it in front Connor and he finds it so funny. Also he’s proud that she stuck up for herself.

I hope you are feeling ok and soaking up all the puppy snugs that you can and it’s making you feel a bit better! ❤️ love you hun!

Unfiltered

Summary: After a challenging week at work, Y/N snaps when her least favorite colleagues push her too far. With Connor and Will watching, Y/N vents her frustration, and Connor can’t help but feel proud of her for standing up for herself. It’s a moment of unfiltered honesty that both surprises and delights him.

By the time Friday rolled around, Y/N was physically and emotionally drained. She’d barely had a moment to catch her breath all week. She was going on barely any sleep, and the frustration of working with her least favorite colleagues once again was the cherry on top.

It wasn’t that she wasn’t capable of handling stress—she was a professional, after all. But there comes a point when enough is enough.

During her lunch break, she found herself pacing in the break room, fuming. It was one of those “I’m not sure if I’m going to burst into tears or scream” kind of moments. She was doing her best to keep it together when she saw Connor come through the door, fresh off a long shift in cardiology. His eyes softened when he saw the storm cloud over her, and he approached her quietly, wrapping an arm around her waist.

“Bad day?” he asked, knowing exactly how to read her mood.

“You have no idea,” she muttered, shaking her head. “I’m so done, Con. It’s like I can’t get a break. And to top it off, I’ve been stuck with people I really don’t want to work with.”

Connor chuckled lightly, knowing what she meant. “The ones you’ve been telling me about?”

“The ones who think their sh*t doesn’t stink. Yeah.”

Connor smiled, his mouth quirking up into a proud grin. He was always impressed by how Y/N carried herself, and the way she navigated the stress of the job with grace. But, at the same time, he knew she had her limits. He gave her a knowing look.

“Maybe just take a deep breath, and let it go when you can,” he suggested, before grabbing a coffee.

Y/N didn’t know if she could do that.

When her shift came around, she walked back into the ward, but she felt the annoyance creeping up again. There they were—those colleagues she’d dreaded all week, chattering loudly with their usual smug tones. She gritted her teeth and did her best to push through it. She wasn’t going to let them get to her today.

But then, things took a turn. She asked one of her colleagues for assistance on a simple task, something that should’ve been easy to manage. The response was a snide remark, followed by an eye roll and an audible sigh. Y/N’s blood started to boil. They were not even pretending to be helpful now.

She snapped. Without thinking, her voice rose, and the words just flew out.

“You know, I’m so tired of this!” she began, glaring at the colleague. “I can’t believe I’m stuck here with people who act like this is their hospital. You don’t care about the patients—you just want to look good! You’ve got a big ego, and it’s honestly exhausting having to work with someone who thinks they’re the only one who knows anything!”

Her colleague stared at her, speechless. She didn’t stop there, though. The words kept coming, each one sharper than the last.

“Honestly, maybe try putting your attitude away and start helping someone for once! I know it’s hard, but we’re supposed to be working together, not competing for a medal in self-importance!”

The entire break room had fallen silent. Y/N was practically shaking, adrenaline rushing through her veins. And, to her surprise, Connor was standing in the doorway, watching the whole exchange with a proud smile on his face.

She glanced over at him, slightly startled by the audience, but she couldn’t stop herself now. She turned back to her colleague.

“Don’t get me wrong, I know you have a good heart—somewhere deep down—but it’s honestly exhausting to pretend you don’t act like you’re the best thing since sliced bread. Maybe tone it down a little!”

There was a pause. Then, Y/N stood there, out of breath, her hands on her hips. Her colleague, eyes wide, had nothing to say.

Connor walked over, breaking the silence, chuckling lightly. “I think you got your point across.”

Y/N huffed, her frustration finally subsiding. She turned to Connor, still a little riled up, but now she felt more… lighter. She’d said her peace.

“You just—I can’t believe I did that,” she said with a small laugh. “I don’t know what happened. I just couldn’t hold it in anymore.”

Connor looked absolutely delighted. “Well, I’m proud of you,” he said, leaning in to kiss her cheek. “It was about time someone said something.”

Will, who had just entered the room to grab a snack, couldn’t help but laugh. “Damn, sis. I didn’t know you had it in you.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, but the smile on her face couldn’t be wiped away. “I’m done. I’m seriously done.”

Connor grabbed her hand, pulling her toward the exit. “Come on, let’s get out of here before you have another meltdown,” he joked, still grinning from ear to ear.

“I’m done with today,” she said, shaking her head. “I need a drink.”

And as they walked away, Connor leaned down to whisper in her ear, “That was hot.”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh, feeling a little embarrassed but relieved. Sometimes, you just need to speak your mind.

Thank you honey, I’m getting there and the puppy cuddles definitely are helping 🫶🏻 love you too!

[somewhere-south-of-neutral]

This is a post that I’ve been planning on making for well over a year, but have been putting off repeatedly. Tomorrow, I start my final semester of undergraduate education, however, and I want to go into it as the most myself me I can be. So, to quote the great Rav Hillel, “If I am not for myself, who is for me? [...] If not now, when?”. But first, some backstory.

When I was like two or three, I saw my sister and mother painting their nails and, naturally, I wanted to join them. Apparently, I asked for my polish to be purple, still my favorite color, and my mom is genuinely still proud of the fact that I painted my own toes, apparently very well, at the tender age of not-quite-three. The next day, I went into preschool, and when my preschool teacher saw my toes, she asked me who painted them. I, of course, proudly exclaimed that I had done it myself. 

She then proceeded to gruffly explain to me that I was not allowed to have painted toes, because little boys aren't allowed to paint their nails, and I was a little boy. When I got home, I asked my mom why she let me paint my nails even though I was a little boy and therefore not allowed. 

My mom, who I imagine was as close to genuinely desiring that preschool teacher’s death as she ever has been of anyone’s, before calling the school to ask “what the hell?”, did her best to explain to me that the teacher was wrong. She tried to explain that nail polish, and other nice things in that category, are for EVERYONE, boy or girl. But it was too late, the damage was done.

In the over twenty years since, I never wore nail polish, even when asked if I wanted to join. My parents were successful in instilling in me a deep suspicion of the general idea that some things are “for girls” and others are “for boys”, but I could never apply that suspicion to myself. Sometimes, when you are queer and neurodivergent and learning to mask, you get your wires crossed. Over time, despite my disregard for gender conformity in others, I became deeply uncomfortable with the idea of myself not conforming to a certain degree of gender presentation. 

Boys don’t paint their nails, so mine remained bare.

Boys don’t wear bright colors and patterns, so I am most comfortable wearing grays and blacks and monotone clothing.

Boys don’t show strong emotion, so I maintain an air of stoicism.

Boys don’t cry, so, to this day, even alone, I have trouble letting myself just cry.

The fact that, despite living in a house where all of these stereotypes were actively discouraged, I internalized them all says something about how pervasive they are in our society. 

In second grade, I was very close friends with several of the girls in my class, until the whispers developed into a new internal Rule that (straight) Boys don’t hang out with girls unless they have a Crush. I didn’t have a Crush, so I stopped hanging out with them, because that was the Rule.

I didn’t have many friends in elementary and middle school.

By high school, I had somewhat gotten over that rule. Most of my small friend group was female. That said, I still made sure not to show undue affection, lest anyone think, God forbid, that I was experiencing and/or acting on physical attraction, like some sort of CREEP. 

Then, like two or three years ago (I honestly have zero sense of time at this point) I learned about, realized that I was, and came out as aromantic and asexual. It unlocked something in me. I started saying "I love you" to and hugging my friends (male and female). Realizing that I wasn’t straight let me let go of some of the internalized rules about things that I felt I had to conform to as a straight man, because it turns out I wasn’t. It also let me start thinking about gender. 

I increasingly realized that I didn’t feel super connected to my masculinity. It was just sort of… there. Finally, (reading The Murderbot Diaries helped) it finally cracked and I decided that I didn’t actually need a gender anyway… and then I didn’t do anything about it for an entire year. But now I’m ready to say it:

Hi! I’m agender. I use any pronouns. I am not a boy, and that means I’m allowed to do things that boys don’t do.

Do you like my nails?

[ndrv3expert1]

I Accidently Made a Game: The Origin of The Duck Game

Hey, pausing the not so regularly scheduled Danganronpa rants to talk about a passion project of mine that has complety taking over my brain for the past several months.

You ever start a joke and then wake up one day realizing it’s gone way too far? Yeah. That’s The Duck Game.

It started with a simple board game, a dumb conversation, and a Danganronpa fanfic idea that spiraled completely out of control.

And now, somehow, it’s a real, fully fleshed-out narrative RPG about the dark side of ambition, success, and power.

Let me explain.

One day, my friend Jensen brought in a board game called Abducktion by Very Special Games.

It’s a strategy game where you move colored ducks into formations to score points. The game had this story where you’re an intern at a UFO company abducting ducks, and in the single player mode you could gain promotions based on how many points you earned.

So, as my friends Jensen, and Braylon were playing, we started joking around. What if Abducktion wasn’t just a fun little game? What if the boss was actually using it to weed out the weak to find the best interns, promote them and get rid of the rest?

And that’s when I thought: Wait. This would make a great fanfic.

I didn’t want to write a fic about me and my friends, so I did the next logical thing—turn it into a Danganronpa fanfic. That same day, literally hours later, I had a draft for the first chapter, multiple endings planned, and a whole choice-based structure where readers would click links to different chapters based on their decisions.

Then I realized... that would be alot of work even for an over-obsessed Danganronpa fan.

So, I told my friend Braylon about the idea, and he said:

"If you come up with the ideas, me and my team could make it a game for you."

And just like that, me and his team partnered up. But there was one little problem:

Copyright.

I couldn’t just submit a Danganronpa fanfic as a standalone game and try to market it off as my own that would be a legal disaster.

But then I remembered—my stupid brain had already come up with HCs so OOC they twisted the characters beyond reconigtion.

So I took my favorite (sadly) non canon friend group—Tenko, Kokichi, Maki, Shuichi, Kaito, and Kaede—gave them new names, new roles, new backstories, new trauma, and new relationships and boom.

The Duck Game was born.

What started as a ha-ha funny idea spiraled into something way bigger than I ever expected.

When I was writing the idea down for the first time I literally wrote "The Duck Game, lmao no way this will go anywhere"

And now, several months later, here I am—actually making a real game. And honestly? I’m really proud of myself (which is rare, so that’s how you know this means something).

It's also really weird to be super fixated on something that isn't Danganronpa for once.

So What Is The Duck Game?

It’s a narrative-driven RPG about climbing the corporate ladder at a shady company called Luxus Enterprises. You play as Bennett Brooks, an anxious intern who slowly gets tangled in a world of corruption, power, and moral compromise.

Every decision you make shapes his relationships, his career, and who or what he ultimately becomes.

With multiple endings, branching choices, and a heavy focus on ethical repercussions, The Duck Game asks one question:

"How far would you go for success?"

If you're into narrative driven games, power struggles, and complex characters you'll love The Duck Game. It's got drama, tough choices, and dark themes, with a unique twist on corporate ambition and moral dilemmas.

It's still a WIP but I'm excited to share as it develops. Follow @theduckgameoffical for updates!

If you're intrested I'd appreciate you checking it out! Your feedback and support let me know people are invested, but no pressure.

Thank you so much for all the support you’ve shown on my rants and projects in the past—I’m really excited to work towards making The Duck Game a fully fledged game with all of your help!

[muniimyg]

heyy idk if anyone ever asked u this before so i am gonna ask lol !

which one of your works do u love the most and why :>

not in order

your universe: i rlly liked the concept. its an easy read, characters are easy to digest, but it also had that element of push and pull in terms of their romance. it’s not really meant to be specific and super detailed (again because it’s supposed to be an easy read), so when i recall little concepts like their names (ace & aki), their contact names (fermented cum), and their setting in general was really fun for me. i’ve always liked writing uni au’s but this one hit the spot. i also remember it fondly because my readers were super into it! the interactions made writing the story so fun and it’s how i got close with 2 of my favourite readers 😋

nonsense: god this jimin was so sexy to me. the idea of 2 virgins being each others fwb ,, and then add the enemies to lovers vibe because of academic rivalry?? sounds like a lot but their dynamic jus worked. it flowed so well and even tho the story has the least interactions; i had such a good time writing it. i remember writing majority of it at the airport during my trip to toronto. it felt like i was truly writing for fun and didn’t feel much in terms of the pressure to make it as good as my last fic or to update as consistently. overall so precious to me because of the process!

left on read / close to you / all at once: ok let’s get into it LOL

lor jk’s lore is so sweet to me! like wdym you’re a ppl pleaser and the only person you want to actually please hates you 😭 the sunshine boy x grumpy girl duo is elite to me. the first draft i had of them was made soooo long ago. it was supposed to be the first fic i ever posted but it turned out to be the 3rd or smt.

c2u jk is iconic. like in terms of growth as a writer, i think this fic showcases that. from the way i write smut to the actual flow and pacing for this fic—i’ve honestly never been so proud of myself. not to mention how much this fic was supported. i was literally going thru it, thinking i was done writing fanfics cos i was a) out of ideas b) didn’t think there were anymore readers for me (silly, i know) but it was so interesting to see how suddenly all eyes were on c2u jk. i’m beyond thankful for the readers i met along the way and all the laughs. i felt like i was able to explore more in terms of my freakiness but also push my content quality. it’s also one of the very few smau i have that the texts are mainly focused between jk and oc so incorporating that comedic relief was hehe haha

aao jk i feel is like if lor and c2u jk had a baby. i impulsively wrote and posted aao jk cos i felt like i had to cleanse my mind from how nasty c2u turned me. he’s so funny and comforting, i’m so glad everyone got the boyfriend feels! i also had such a fun time writing it and was impressed with myself for keeping up with the updates and flow. it was meant to be a one shot but obviously it turned out to be even more… wouldn’t have it any other way 🌟

my other faves: please love me kth, chaebol jk (it pissed so many ppl off LOL), and bbydaddy jk… paraluman is pure trauma but has to be on this list because IF YOU KNOW YOU KNOW.

[benanazauce]

cw eyestrain/bright colours and a lil blood!!

PROPER ULTRAKILL ART!!!!!!! V1 and gabriel yippeeee!!!

I found a new brush and OH BOY have I been messin around with it HYUHGUAHGSHUGSUHV

poses heavily inspired by the painting Dancing With Death by Hugo Simberg (1899)!!!!!! super super cool painting I love it so much

honestly had 0 idea what I was doing here but I’m very proud of how this turned out!! and I found a new brush to use heehee :3

[strikersexhaver]

i think i got the go signal to request something more angsty? so here's my little request..

striker's S/O can't call striker while he's on a job right? what if they did and accidentally risked themselves getting tracked?

maybe happening after the job to kill stolas again, which he failed, let's say stella didn't approve of his second slip-up and possibly risking herself getting it out to the public about the attempt, leading to her getting furious at striker and instead wanting him dead for it.

(like the first episode where he got introduced and his whole get-up and all at the end of that episode where he's on call with stella type of thing?)

he's on call with her while she's literally threatening him, and then suddenly his S/O calls at that really horrible time and he accidentally answered it and the reader blabbing about being sorry for calling him but they just really badly miss him to which stella hears and continues to threaten to kill them next if he keeps fucking up.

how would striker feel and what'd he do now?

THE REST IS UP TO YOU LOVES! sorry this is kinda long.. but tysm!!💕

(A/N) I love this request oh my god, it is so interesting it’s insane- I genuinely think if Striker had an S/O this would 100% happen at this time in the show! This was super fun to write and honestly- I wouldn’t mind making a part two to this or something like that!

Wrong place, and wrong time… 🦢 🗡️

Striker messed up, big this time- not only did he fumble the bag he also had an annoying Goetia Swan squawking at how much he failed so… Adding more pain to the blow.

“You had ONE job! ONE! I even made the job easier for you and simply asked you to bring him back to me!” Stella yelled, her voice breaking the microphone of the motel phone.

He had to turn down the volume from how loud she was, but it showed how badly he pissed her off.

Even though he disagreed, he could’ve killed Stolas if not only she didn’t request to torture him THEN kill him. This job would’ve been easier- plus, it would’ve been cleaner if she had him not attack him in a PUBLIC RESTAURANT.

She kept yelling at him on how regretful he should be, how bad he failed, and etc- he was expecting this when he failed to the M&M’s

He sighed, practically tuning her out- only to hear another ring but from his burner phone. He was confused, because the only person he gave the phone number to was Stella, maybe a few other clients but…

While Stella kept yapping her mouth, he accepted the call then sighed, scratching his temple before saying-

“Bad time Rogue, I ain’t got-“

“Striker, I’m so sorry I called I just missed you, and it’s been such a while since I heard from you and I didn’t know if you died or anythin-“

His eyes widened, it was you- how did you get his number? Most importantly, why did you go against his one request to not call him during a job? But he couldn’t blame you because he had been away for a long time.

He tried calming you down as you sounded genuinely upset on the phone, like you were breaking down.

“Darlin’, Darlin’, listen to me- breath in- breath out- “ he said in a calming voice, trying to be as comforting as possible.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry-“ you kept going sobbing on the phone.

“It’s okay darlin’, just calm down- I’ll be home soon..” he spent the next few minutes trying to calm you down, and reassure you- he admittedly was mad at you for it but that’s for a different time. Even though, if only this was at a different time too.

Stella stopped yelling and listened in, she panted then kept quiet to hear.

She looked around, then had an idea brew in her head, a smirk formed on her mouth.

“Striker,” she started, “I’ll give you one last chance, ONE LAST CHANCE! If you fail this time I’ll make sure to get someone who can do what you can’t, finish the job! But not on Stolas on your pathetic little bitch whining like a damn child!” She hung up and left it like that, feeling more than too proud of herself.

Striker paused, stopping himself from even speaking a single word.

A ringing was in his ears, as the only color he saw was red.

He grabbed the phone Stella was on and tossed it to the wall, it smashing into pieces. He had a angry rattle in his tail and the sound of a snake warning it’s prey; hissed throughout the room.

In a fit of rage he tore off the window’s covering and ripped the sheets of the bed into shreds.

Before panting and tuning back in to hear you calling out for him, concerned and scared with all the noises he created.

“…Striker?”

“Darlin’ pack your shit’ and meet me at our hangout, now,” he tried to seem softer but it came off much more aggressive and serious.

“Wh-what?”

“Pack your shit and go now,” he hung up on you.

He was serious, you could tell, without hesitation you got up and started packing your bags and things from your shared home.

He needed to cool down during this time, he was angry mostly at Stella but he couldn’t help but feel angry at you. Even if you had good intentions, he never lets you call him to protect you and only you.

Now you’re in danger, and there’s probably nothing he could about it- besides killing off two birds with one stone…

[varlaisvea]

2024 Art Retrospective Thing!

I’m only going to talk about one thing.

I’m a writer, but in 2024, many decades into my life, I got to feel what it’s like when your art tools can adjust to compensate for your disabilities.

In September, I finished the best piece of visual art I’ve ever made (warning: spicy). It didn’t get a ton of notes—maybe it’s not awesome to others, but I still can’t believe *I* made it. I’m still in love with it and so proud of it.

The thing is, I write all the time. Writing is the currency of my brain; I’d be doing it whether I had anything to say or not. Writing comes naturally to me. Drawing does not! I’ve always liked drawing, especially figures and faces, but I was never great at it— I have had chronically shaky/numb/painful hands my whole life, so visual art was always frustrating to me.

THEN i discovered the tools Procreate has to stabilize and correct for shaky hands! Suddenly lines went where I meant for them to go and curves and angles took on the form I intended as I drew them. I thought it was my lack of talent that meant I couldn’t draw lines the way I wanted, but the art that emerged once those I turned those settings on was miraculous to me. I discovered I actually COULD control visual art the way I always thought I couldn’t.

I only kinda used a reference for the pose. Otherwise the whole thing came out of my brain. I still can’t believe it.

I’m making you look at it again. Please go look at the whole thing, but here’s a cropped closeup:

(I made a post about the symbolism behind all the jewelry in this crop, too. It’s also a pretty good summary of the story so far.)

But!!! I need to talk about what Procreate allowed me to do here.

Tumblr thinks the pr0n screenshot i used as a reference is explicit (it's not), and I'm pissed bc i wanted to show you how little of it made it into the final. At any rate, I started with a reference image of two people in a similar pose to this, and all that remains of it is the bottom character's shoulder and the top character's leg. Everything else--the folds and drape of the fabric, the light of the fire, the substantial changes to the pose—was math I did in my brain. I quite literally rotated my blorbos in my mind and then drew it. I had absolutely no idea I could do that.

I mean, maybe it looks like something that would be easy for an amateur to make, idk! But to me? It’s amazing! This was a stupidly difficult pose I chose for myself, and I did it. It has a lot of strange shit in it and you can still tell what’s happening!!! The weird twist of her head and braid, the strange way his arm is angled, the way fabric covers every joint on the body you would otherwise use to orient yourself to what you’re seeing… I did all of that math in my mind, and I still pulled it off.

It took me 250 hours in Procreate. I later discovered character posing tools online that might have made this a whole lot easier, and I’ve started using those for subsequent art.

Idk why people didn’t really like this. Maybe it’s bc ESO is not super popular on tumblr, maybe it’s bc of the ostensibly heterosexual/cisgender pairing (both false!!!! btw!), maybe it’s bc of the conventionally attractive bodies? idk! but honestly, I still love it. this is my achievement of 2024 no matter how many notes it has, bc it represents an immense gift I received in 2024: I learned that after all these years, I actually did kinda know how to draw. :) Thank you Procreate!

[minkkumaz]

CIRCLES

changbin was a romantic, and he wanted nothing more in the world than to run away with your hand perfectly fit into his. if not forever, for a little while. he just wanted to show you how much you were worth.

PIERCE THE VEIL series

PAIRING seo changbin x gn!reader WC 1.0k TAGS established relationship trope. hurt/comfort. reader has implied body issues. insecurities. kissing. OMI NOTE this is the final part of the series! it was a struggle getting this one out because characterizing changbin is really hard for me for some reason? i had to read so many bin fics to kind of get a clear picture and in all honestly i'm still not super proud of it. despite that, this series as a whole has been a journey, so ty to everyone who tuned in !?!?!

it was the little things that changbin would always do for you. over time it became extremely obvious that acts of service were one of his favorite love languages. nothing mattered to him as long as you were a happy and spoiled significant other, and words could never begin to explain how grateful you were. 

he was extremely true to ‘go big or go home,’ taking you on dates to fancy restaurants, big viewing spots with the most gorgeous sunsets, or just whispering sweet words into your ear during a movie night in his apartment. 

even when things weren’t perfect, and you didn’t feel deserving of the love he gave you, he was always there to treat you. it was almost like you couldn’t escape him.

maybe that was the beauty of it all, having someone to keep you steady when you felt yourself falling. having someone to care for you when you didn’t feel worthy enough. someone so willing to grant the world at your feet.

you practically felt your heartbeat in your ears, pounding loud enough to drown out any sound. the built up anxiety in your stomach, an unknown void of creatures in the back of your mind convincing you that you weren’t good enough. despite being able to subside it for just a little while, it always came reeling back. 

a victim in your own mind, trapped in the idea that you had more flaws than you can count. on the outside it seemed like nothing, but inside it was everything. squeezing at your skin in the mirror, flesh raw from trying to move it around to your liking. 

this was a battle between you and yourself, but there wasn’t a clear winner. you never won, and it killed you. it felt impossible to be slightly comparable, a goal that rot in your head. what else were you supposed to do when you were displayed on someones arm, but none of his fans seemed to think you quite fit? 

but he always heard your cries.

coming home to a quiet apartment, the only sound being muffled sobs from your shared bedroom. he immediately rushed to find you, the feeling of worry drowning him suddenly. when he opened the door, you turned to look at him with such a heartbreaking expression.

“binnie..” you sniff as he scrambles to get his arms around you in an embrace.

“baby.. i’m here. i’m here. tell me what’s on your mind” he coos, caging around your fragile body.

“this is so unfair.” you cry into his chest.

“i know baby, just take deep breaths.” he guides you, rubbing circles into your back, “you’re so perfect, y/n. your face, body, and everything else inside.”

“but people always say–”

“it doesn’t matter what people say. who are they to say what’s good for me? you’re good for me.”

“i just wish i could run away from everyone. with you” you say, though it comes out more like a beg.

“then let’s run away.” he responded with no hesitation.

“binnie,” you move your head from his chest, looking at him with glossy eyes, “that’s impossible– you have a job and so much here.”

“shh, don’t worry about that. if not forever, at least for a little while okay? let me take you somewhere.”  he cupping your cheeks gently.

“where?” “wherever you want to, i just want to help you get away for a bit.” 

“okay.” you whisper hesitantly, the crack in your voice sending a spike through his heart.

“take binnie’s sweater, i know you like it when it smells like me.” he smiles, pulling a sweat shirt off his head and over yours. 

warmth floods you, a familiar scent wafting through your nose. when the hood peeks over your head, you were met with your loving boyfriend once again. he took your hand and led you to the door, letting you stop for a moment to slide your shoes on.

and while you weren’t exactly sure where he was taking you, it felt right. his hand wrapped in yours, making your thoughts a little less loud. 

changbin walked you to a park, somewhere the both of you liked to stroll though during the day when the sun was still beaming; but never at night. the calm atmosphere surrounded the two of you, the temperature was cold but not freezing.

“i’m sorry that you had to walk into that bin.. i was just having trouble.” you mumble, looking down at your feet.

“hey, don’t say that. i understand that you have your troubles sometimes.i love you and i’ll never leave your side.” he squeezes your hand. 

“i love you too. it just gets so– so crazy in my head sometimes. and listening to all these things people are saying makes it so much worse, because you’re so so perfect. i feel so stuck in my own skin.”

“no fan of mine knows you the way i do, y/n. do they know how absolutely ethereal you look in the morning? do they know how much of an effort you make to come to the gym with me even though you hate workout out? never in my life have i ever found someone as special as you, and this goes so much beyond your looks.” he tells you, taking a deep breath after he got all his words out.

“gosh, you’re gonna make me cry again.” you choke, feeling overwhelmed with so much emotion.

“you don’t have anything to worry about, just don’t ever look back. there’s nowhere to go, nothing to worry about, when it’s just us.” he walks in front of you, taking your head in his hands to angle a kiss on your head.

“do you promise me?”

“promise.” he wipes a finger under your eye to dry your tears, before leaning in to catch your puffy lips in a kiss.

and with his lips on yours, everything disappears for a couple seconds. it will take so much time before these thoughts can truly leave you. but as long as he held you in his arms, you could forget about it for a short moment.

you knew you’d make it eventually.

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[imaginespazzi]

I'd just like to say I've had a super busy week with personal stuff and work, and you have no idea how much seeing a new chapter perked me up! Your writing makes me so happy. I'm stuck working on a presentation for work this weekend and it is really draining and boring, and I've allowed myself to reread and review a section of this chapter for every 5 slides I finish. Productivity Queen.

May 2033 - Locker room eye fucking

alright so it took me a hot minute to figure out what the HELL this chapter had to do with chapter 2, but I think I have it. Paige is worried Angie Davis will shine, the Valks will not need 2 PGs the next season, and P will have to go to the liberty… so her plan is to… kill Angie?

Also I feel like you didn't tell us who their coach is on purpose! You crafty minx.

Of course they watched the draft together, as I am sure they do everything together, cause they are wifey. Azzi keeps referencing she doesn't know what 'this' is yet, but I am curious why. Like they are clearly committed and exclusive… why not slap a GF label on there you fools. Honestly at this point though GF doesn't seem like enough.

Azzi being distracted by P's biceps…. me too girl, me too.

Paige being distracted by Azzis abs… me too girl.

Hickey on the collarbone from last night. I hope these two idiots are being quiet. Poor Stephie being in the same house at night as these two horn bags.

Ok I love this sexy little banter in the locker room, they are such idiots for thinking they wont get clocked.

The tidbit about Paige suggesting first that they keep it on the DLDL is so sad to me, babygirl trying some self preservation.

Tessa is a menace and I love it.

LOL Jana being so relieved to have SOMEONE to share her misery with.

"They're kind of disgusting" clocked.

May 2033 - Domestic car ride #1

I need to admit, as I've been critical of her in the past - I am SO PROUD of Azzi. She is all in on this, and despite her constant nagging fears, she is fighting against them cause she wants this. A+ growth Azzi, you go Azzi Bueckers.

Also I am just loving how much they call each other Baby it is very very cute and makes my heart and my vagina swell with happiness.

“I’m okay with the fact that you’ve probably fucked other people. I mean other than the woman you married as well that is.” HEHEHE yes thank you for this, I think there needs to be an 'Azzi spitefully brings up Olivia' occurance at least once a chapter. Bonus points when she uses a word other than Olivia's actual name to describe her.

"then hear about some whore who had the audacity-” HAHAHAHA. Paige Imma hold your hand when I say this, but I think there were probably a few whores and at least one man-whore.

The hand holding in the car, the knuckle kiss, "all mine"… SQUEEEEE

I am proud of these two idiots for their communication on this though! Azzi for gently coaxing, Paige for realizing its best to talk it out together. “it’s nothing we can’t get through.” Awwww.

May 2033 - Enter Stephie

I have to say Stephie is the absolute STAR of this chapter. Too many zingers to list. I love it, you write her really well cause its hard to make a 5 year old engaging or believable.

I am absolutely shocked Azzi hasn't threatened to withhold sex unless P stops giving Stephie so much junk food. Azzi is gonna have an aneurysm. Prob cries into her green juice daily.

'you’re more than that, you two are the reason my world keeps turning' I'll say it again, I am so proud of Azzi. Bitch is ALL IN.

Wow they have fully uhauled eh? I LOVE IT.

Paige with kids is TOO CUTE. I don't blame Stephie I'd be pissed if Paige wasn't giving me all her attention either.

HAHAHAHAHA Curry clocking them since high school. You bitches are not slick.

“No thank you Coach Bueckers,” ouch.

AZZI IS WAITING FOR THE RIGHT TIME TO SAY I LOVE YOU? I PRAYED FOR DAYS LIKE THESE.

The whole exchange with Claudia's whore mom was absolutely spot on. Paige would be obliviously smiling along chatting away thinking nothing of it. AZZI with the bicep crushing hold.

NOT CLEMENTINE! Stephie is more of a menace than I thought possible.

“Well is she allowed to hug and carry and kiss Claudia’s Mama then?” - CLOCKED AGAIN. Does Stephie suspect something?

October 2022

I know this is gonna hurt cause a Drew + Azzi Pookie pairing realllly has my heart

Paige freaking out about waking up alone on her birthday is so accurate

“you won’t ever hurt my Paigey will you?” OH DEAR GOD 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

May 2033 - Drew is Scary

Shocked Paige didn't yell at him immediately with that attitude he's giving her girl

Not Stephie with the kisses, she is diabolical

Oh so he HATES HATES Azzi

Drew just finished his rookie NBA season! I love that for him

"you’re my Miss Buecks’s Mommy's brother so that means you’re my Uncle Drew .” Fixed it for you.

This was so good and I cannot fucking wait to see what happens next. Thank you for blessing us with another chapter Nivi!!! 🤱🏽🤱🏽🤱🏽

Bestiiiieeeee hi <3 Aww I'm glad to provide a little reprieve in your life and i know you're gonna crush your presentation for sure!

I love that you title parts of the story lmao

Does Paige ever actually have a plan or she just doing what the vibes tell her? Which i mean yeah I guess might be to kill Angie?

Yeaaaaah this is not one of those Nivi has a plan situations. The Coach doesn't have a name because I haven't figured out who it is yet and so she's just unnamed til I do whoops.

No labels because they're going with the flow (what could go wrong you know?)

LMAO they're trying to be as quiet as possible I'm sure

I'm so glad you see Azzi's growth like girlie's done a lot of it since she ran out of Paige's house and is definitely fighting all her intrusive thoughts.

I'm a whore for the word "baby" and so are they because this is my fic tee hee

One thing Azzi's gonna do is make sure everyone knows she does not like #thatwoman

I'm so glad y'all love Stephie and she's both adorable and believable. She's like the perfect cumulation of all my kids at work and so I really do hop I do her justice.

I mean l don't know if Azzi could survive withholding sex lmao

Stephanie Katarina Fudd: smartest kid in the world fr fr - she doesn't suspect per say but I think she can tell that what her Mama has with Miss Buecks isn't the same as with her other Aunties

Paige just dramatic as hell all the time I fear

DREW IS SCARY LMAO

Stephie's gonna get her kisses no matter how awkward everyone in the room is lmao