#ps: moody

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silver & lilia + layouts

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[jaylaxies]

TEASER: CALL ME WHEN YOU HATE ME LESS

PAIRING: lee jeno x fem!reader (ft. jaehyun and jaemin)

GENRE/CW: smut, angst, eventual fluff, porn with plot, unprotected sex, mentions of fighting, blood, more to be added!

WC: 15k words (estimated).

TEASER WC: 1654 words.

SYNOPSIS: Jeno Lee was a walking academic hazard—hot, broody, and failing just about everything that wasn’t football. Enter you, his new tutor: organized, overachieving, and absolutely not here for his attitude or his annoyingly perfect jawline. But between late-night study sessions, petty insults, and one very inconvenient almost-kiss, things start spiraling—fast. He’s supposed to be you project. You are supposed to hate him. Instead, you both are one sarcastic comment away from either a breakdown or a makeout—and honestly, it could go either way.

WARNING: 18+ content, minors dni (the full fic will include smut).

A/N: hihi, angels! i'm back with a jeno fic (oh finally) i was and still am too invested in writing this, i hope you guys will enjoy it! send an ask or comment to be added! <33 (make sure to have your age visible on your blog! blank blogs will not be added to the tl). ps. happy jeno day <3

Chapter 1: Raised in Shadows, Told to Shine. 

Comparison. 

The core of all insecurities. The onset of overthinking. The path to self loathing. 

That’s what comparison does to a person—drive them to the edge of insanity in hopes of turning into something; into someone the others will look up to, compare themselves to. 

It was a bad thing per se, but it was motivation enough for Jeno to work harder in order to leave the country, to get away from his family. 

The reason? His mother ever so conveniently happened to have fallen in love with a rich guy, someone who never knew what struggle meant, and Jeno was just four back then. It didn’t take much time for him to settle into the lifestyle, however, no matter how much he could have prepared to face his step-brother, he simply couldn’t bother looking him in the eye. 

Why? Because he was known to be the epitome of perfection. Jung Jaehyun was the son every parent wanted, the student every teacher was fond of, the doctor every nurse wanted to work with. 

The sweet dimple on his cheek was a great asset in melting the hearts of everyone in his proximity or afar. 

Jeno on the other hand, wasn’t quite sure why he wasn’t considered to be enough, especially when he got decent grades throughout his school life, he wasn’t a bother, kind to those who were around them, but it changed. 

It changed when he got daily reminders of how he wasn’t even close to how amazing and successful his step brother was. 

That’s when things started looking down for Jeno. He stopped caring about the grades, he wasn’t sure why he was supposed to put up a I’m so good, so smart act in front of others when there was no reason for him to do that. 

Others didn’t bother doing the same for him. 

Rather, he tried to work upon the only thing he was passionate about, the only thing that mattered to him—football. 

Despite winning several trophies for playing the sport, his parents labelled it to be useless, which broke the last fragment of his heart, shattering it to the point of no return. 

Which would explain his current demeanor—moody, permanent scowl on his perfectly sculpted face and no care for the others around him. His sole focus being football, which is also the reason behind his current dilemma. 

“Being an excellent player in the sports team does not guarantee you your scholarship, Mr. Lee,” Jeno’s teacher incharge spoke up, taking off her specs right after reviewing his annual grade report, “you’re failing three out of five modules, and if you don’t start getting back on track soon, then I’m afraid you won’t be able to play in the team anymore.” 

Fuck. 

Jeno had been neglecting his studies, he admits, yet he never thought that he’d reach this point. It’s not that he wasn’t smart, he simply had no motivation to go on with his studies. His parents could easily pay the university to keep him around, however, he wanted nothing from them, which also explains why he got himself a scholarship in the first place. 

“I’m sorry if I’m late.” Jeno’s eyes snapped wide open, turning back to see his step brother entering the teacher’s cabin. 

“Why are you here?” Jeno asked, a muscle in his jaw twitching but Jaehyun only smiled. 

Jeno’s professor was equally stunned, probably even more with her jaw wide open at the appearance of such a handsome young man. 

“I called him in since your parents were busy,” his professor said, handling Jeno a letter, “go and find your tutor in the council room, she’ll be helping you with the upliftment of your grades, Mr. Lee, and now if you’ll excuse us, I’ve got to fill in your brother with your current situation,” she said the last part awfully sweetly as Jaehyun sat down in one of the vacant chairs, smiling at her kind tone. 

Jeno scoffed, the demeanor change around Jaehyun went crazy and he wasn’t a fan of it, especially when he was called in to complain about his mistakes. 

He simply wanted to leave the university and never come back. 

He waited, taking deep breaths before punching the wall, not being able to contain his anger. The impact did hurt, yet he paid no heed to it, the blood dripping as he walked towards the council room to get over with the day. 

The name written on the sheet wasn’t unfamiliar to him, rather it only wearied the already infuriated boy as he knocked on the door of the student council room, which was empty except for you sitting there, working on a few papers which appeared to be the newsletter for the month. 

“Come in,” you allowed, not looking up as Jeno made his way inside the room, observing the surroundings where he’s never been before. 

Then he looked your way, taking in your appearance. You looked cozy in your university varsity jacket, your specs sitting on your nose as you buried yourself in reading whatever it was that you were reading. He couldn’t deny you looked pretty in a way that’s comforting to eyes. 

With no words exchanged, he pushed the letter towards you, which finally made you look up at the source of disturbance, your eyebrows raising slightly as you most certainly did not expect the star football player to visit you in the council room, which he’s never been to before. 

He simply stood there, hands shoved into his pockets while still looking around, and you took a second to grab the letter, skimming over to read and understand that the letter was given by Mrs. Kim, the teacher in charge of your department, requesting you to take up the few teaching sessions you had applied for, Jeno being the student you’ll have to teach for the same. 

You clicked your tongue, folding the letter exactly as it was before pushing it his way, your arms folding across your chest as you finally spoke up, “I reject. I don’t wish to teach you.”

His eyes were quick to snap towards you, finally staring right into your own eyes, irritation clear as he pushed his tongue on his inner cheek, eyebrow raised. 

“Aren’t you supposed to kiss your professor’s feet, given that you’re in student council? And here I thought you’d be a good girl.” Jeno rasped, resting his arms on your table, leaning down to your level. 

You chuckled, expecting the exact response from him, “this is exactly why I don’t want to waste my time on you—you athletes don’t wish to study, you just require a passing grade, for which I don’t have time to spare.” 

“What the fuck do you mean waste your time?” 

“Lee Jeno, you’ve got more money with you than your bank account can handle, so I’m sure losing your scholarship won’t do you much harm,” you said with a sickening smile, “you’ve got no interest in studying, your attendance record states that oh so proudly.” 

“You don’t know shit about me,” Jeno seethed out, messy hair strands falling over his eyes. 

“I know everything I need to know about you. Now excuse me, unlike you, I actually have work to do,” you said, passing him a tight lipped smile, not letting the proximity faze you. 

“You—” 

Jeno’s sentence was cut short with two sharp knocks on the slightly ajar door, a head peeking in, successfully garnering your attention. You could feel your mood doing one eighty with the sudden intrusion of this stranger—whom you didn’t wish to be a stranger around anymore, your eyes softening, lips parting as you stared at him in awe. 

Meanwhile, if Jeno thought that the day was done being a bitch to him, then he was wrong because the level of irritation that bubbled up in him the moment he saw the change in your expressions. 

“Sorry to interrupt, may I get in?” Jaehyun asked, smiling his usual dimpled smile, which had you swooning in record time. 

You could practically see veins of frustration popping out on Jeno’s neck, “no. Your work is done, you should head back home,” he groaned, but Jaehyun only looked you way, continuing to get in, looking your way. 

“I’m Jaehyun, Jeno’s elder brother. I can’t thank you enough for agreeing on giving him tutoring lessons, especially with how busy you must be with council duties,” he spoke up, shaking your hand, which was smaller in his warm, big hands. 

Jeno scoffed, “she’s not—”

“Of course, Jaehyun! It’s my pleasure to help him out, and it’ll only help me better with my extracurricular credits! It’s no problem,” you nodded, a gentle smile on your face as your eyes practically twinkled with excitement, taking in the beauty that Jaehyun beheld. 

It was ridiculous. 

It was absurd how just two sentences; paired with a sweet smile from his brother, were enough for you to change your decision, in the span of two seconds at that. 

He tightened the hold he had on the strap of his black bag, “no fucking need. I’ll find another tutor,” Jeno deadpanned, walking out of the room, not paying attention to Jaehyun who called out his name in the background. 

He wouldn’t let you use him to get to his brother. 

With that thought, he decided to detour and make his way to the gym, trying to blow off steam by practicing punching, each one getting progressively stronger as his mind replayed the difference in your behaviour when it came to him and his brother. 

It didn’t bother him that his knuckles were bruising, he knew he needed this extrinsic pain to get rid of the obvious hurt he felt each day. 

And he couldn’t understand why he felt so affected by your actions, especially when it was the first time you had met. 

Jealousy was indeed a bitch. 

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[hollowed-theory-hall]

Do you think Harry would swear or has sworn? Such a niche question, but trying to realistic write him swearing is such a mixed basket. On the one hand, I don't really picture him doing it, even under extreme distress. But I can also imagine him letting out a light swear if he's having a bad day and has a minor inconvenience

I 100% believe Harry swears. This post ended up being a little longer since I kinda went off and detailed how a bunch of characters in HP swear, not just Harry.

Sometimes, characters are shown to "swear" on page:

“Blimey,” said Ron weakly. (CoS)

“Blimey, it is!” said Ron quietly (OotP)

“What in the name of Merlin are you doing?” said Ron (OotP)

“Why the hell,” panted Ron (DH)

“I’ll join you when hell freezes over,” said Neville. (DH)

“Merlin’s beard,” Moody [Barty] whispered (GoF)

“Merlin’s beard,” said Mr. Weasley wonderingly (OotP)

“Harry, what the hell’s going on?” asked Bill (DH)

“Blasted thing,” Snape was saying. (PS)

("Blimey" and "blasted" are here since they were considered mild swear words when they became part of the language like "gosh" and "darn". "Merlin's beard" is kinda like saying "Jesus Christ" which was also considered a mild swear, even if no one really considers most of the above swears by today's standards).

The above is done when the swears are (very) light and something that you could print in a children's book. But sometimes, characters swearing is censored in the books:

Dean swore loudly. (CoS)

Thankfully, Snape sneezed at almost exactly the moment Ron swore. (CoS)

Ron dropped several boxes, swore, and made a rude hand gesture at Fred that was unfortunately spotted by Mrs. Weasley, who had chosen that moment to appear. (HBP)

and Lee swore so badly that Professor McGonagall tried to tug the magical megaphone away from him (PoA)

The lift clattered into view and they hurried inside. Every time it stopped Mr. Weasley cursed furiously and pummelled the number nine button. (OotP)

When that happens, I assume the swears are ones JKR couldn't get away with in a children's/YA book series. Like: "fuck" or "shit".

(Molly calling Bellatrix "bitch" is the only harsher swear word not censored in the books)

When Harry swears, it's sometimes not censored:

“She doesn’t love me,” said Harry at once. “She doesn’t give a damn — ” (OotP)

“And he didn’t think my mother was worth a damn either,” said Harry (HBP)

“Why not?” asked Harry. “Let’s get rid of the damn thing, it’s been months — ” (DH)

“Where the hell have you been?” Harry shouted. (DH)

But often enough, Harry's cursing is censored:

Harry swore under his breath (OotP)

Harry swore and turned away. (OotP)

Harry swore at the top of his voice, spinning on the spot to see where Mundungus had gone. (HBP)

Harry swore. Someone screamed. (HBP)

So, to me, this suggests Harry says "fuck" or British stuff like "sod off". He 100% does use harsher swears, and it's in character for him to do so. He swears under his breath when shit goes badly or he finds himself in a situation he really doesn't want to be in. He swears loudly when Mandungus escapes him, so when he's really angry, he can go and shout a proper F-bomb. Let Harry say "fuck", his life sucks and he deserves it.

Ron also swears sometimes harsher swears than "hell" or "bloody hell" but he does so more rarely than Harry and when things are really bad. Usually, he goes for lighter stuff like: "Merlin", "hell", or "blimey".

Hermione doesn't swear except for the "Merlin's pants" comment in DH which was clearly meant to be "Merlin's balls" but JKR got censored by her editors and one time she says "damn" in DH. Hermione doesn't even use light swears like "Merlin", "damn" or "hell". She, just, doesn't swear until DH, and even then only twice. Like, her most extreme for the majority of the books is going: "oh my", "oh my god", or "oh my goodness". Hermione is the only member in the Golden Trio that doesn't swear:

“Oh, my — ” Hermione grabbed Harry’s arm. (PoA)

“Oh my goodness,” said Hermione suddenly (PoA)

“Oh gosh, I forgot!” said Hermione (OotP)

“Oh my ...” Harry heard Hermione squeal, terrified, beside him. (OotP)

“Today?” shrieked Hermione. “Today? But why didn’t you — oh my God — you should have said — ” (HBP)

“Oh my — !” shrieked Hermione, as she and Ron caught up with Harry (DH)

I went a bit off track, but theses are some characters and how they swear that I found while searching this:

Harry, Dean & Lee: swear in profanities that need to be censored ("fuck", "shit", "sodding hell") often and sprinkle lighter swears ("hell", "damn") in there. Harry uses "damn" relatively often.

Ron, the twins, Bill & Arthur: use mostly light swears ("hell", "bloody", "blasted") but use some harsher swears ("fuck", "shit") when needed (and Molly isn't looking).

(I assume Ginny is in this above category too, but I only found her saying "damn" once)

Neville, Dumbledore, Hagrid & Snape (at least, when we see him): use only light swears such as "hell", "blasted" or "Merlin" and its derivatives.

Molly: Doesn't really swear except that one time (calling Bellatrix a bitch).

Hermione & Luna: never use profanities unless really at their limit. Don't even use light swears or "Merlin" and its derivatives. Hermione says: "oh my god" or "oh my goodness", Luna says: "oh, no".

Lupin doesn't swear anywhere on-page either.

Surprisingly I couldn't find any mention of Sirius swearing, not even light stuff (like "Merlin's beard"). I guess he really was raised to have proper manners. Or maybe he's actively censoring himself in front of Harry to be a good role model.

[dollracha]

𐙚 just friends ⋆ l.f x reader

pairing: fwb! lee felix x gender neutral! reader genre: angst, smau, smut warnings: friends with benefits ⋆ no happy ending ⋆ swearing ⋆ special guests: bang chan & lee know ⋆ chan is called chris ⋆ vaguely written sex ⋆ riding (mentioned) ⋆ oral sex (male & gn recieving) ⋆ moody / mean felix ⋆ felix has an ex ⋆ felix is an asshole ⋆ short scenes ⋆ self gaslighting wc: 2.3k synopsis: becoming friends with benefits with felix wasn't a bad idea. that's what you convinced yourself when it started. nothing would change. (that was a lie.) request: hii is your request slot still open? if its not feel free to ignore my request. Soo Im thinking about fwb angst yk? Like maybe Seungmin or Felix. I would rly rly appreciate it if u did the request, have a nice day!! author's note: i wouldn’t call this full on smut but i did write some less descriptive sex scenes. the focus is more on the angst. also felix is mean. i said that once but i'm gonna say it again. (ps. there's no redemption arc pt. 2 because i actually enjoy the suffering of this.)

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you always thought that most friends with benefits situations would be secret; that you’d sneak around behind your friend’s backs, careless yet careful to make sure they never found out. lee felix proved you wrong.

you’re out at the bar with your friends, he’s got his arm around you. after a few drinks, he’s suggesting you come home with him. or you’re at home on a saturday morning and he asks you to come grocery shopping with him, just for the company. whenever you’re out with your friends, it’s more likely than not that felix is at your side.

all of your friends know about your situation with felix. you used to be embarrassed, but that washed away quickly. you don’t feel anything about it, or at least you try not to. 

⋆ ⋆ ⋆

“are you two together or something?” chris asks, his face twisted with confusion. it’s a reasonable question. felix has you pulled into his lap. he’s been fiddling with the pendant on your necklace for a few minutes. the two of you have been receiving looks from your friends, entirely noticed by you while felix remains unaware. 

“no?” he drops your pendant, and looks at chris like he’s an idiot for insinuating it. “nobody has a problem when lee know hyung grabs your ass. but suddenly because i’m holding y/n everyone’s got a problem?”

“what?” minho doesn’t move as he glares at felix. ‘the audacity of this kid…’ 

“no one’s got a problem.” chris intervenes between them before it has the chance to escalate. “it was just a question, mate.” 

felix practically shoves you off his lap to stand. you stumble as you try not to fall. “they’re obviously not my fucking partner.” he spits, and heads straight for the door. it stings. you know your dynamic, it’s nothing romantic. you’re just best friends who can’t keep their hands off each other. that doesn’t stop the hurt.

you look between your friends, and felix, and back again. “i’m gonna go make sure he’s okay.” chris shakes his head, but doesn’t say a word nor stop you.

you catch up to felix just before before the elevator door shuts. “felix,” he doesn’t spare you a glance. “wha—” he interrupts you. “—it’s bullshit. they’re all cozy with each other. no problem. that’s fine. but when it comes to me there’s a bunch of questions and shit?” he turns to you finally, posing the question and finally remembering to hit the button for the first floor.

“it was one question, felix.” you try to calm him down, it probably won’t work. he’s been very sensitive to the topic of relationships as of recent. “i don’t think chris is necessarily wrong for asking, and–”

“so you think he has the right to be in my business?” 

“no. that’s not what i said.”

“then what is it?”

“you were a little rough. chris wasn’t rude. you took an unwarranted shot at minho. they’re our friends.” 

“you’re my friend too and you don’t pull that shit.” anyone else would think he was brushing off your point, but you know he’s getting it. he’s reaching out to pull you close, and then the elevator door opens. he walks out first, and spares a glance behind him. 

“come home with me?” he asks, and you nod. 

“let’s go.”

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he’s not always moody, but the 'what are we?' talk always manages to put him in a mood. most of the time, you two are just friends, who fuck each other on the side. nothing more. 

that’s how it started. felix was a few weeks free from a bad breakup. he was pent up, needed to relieve the stress, anger and sadness bottled up inside of him. and there you were, sitting on his couch like a godsend. it started slow. he pulls you into his arms like he has many times before. friends, cuddling together. until it’s not. his hand rests on your knee, it slowly makes its way up your thighs. you only realize how hot his touch makes you feel when his fingers sneak under the hem of your shorts.

“can i?” he asks, his lips brushing against your ear. 

a part of you (that, maybe, you should have listened to) tells you to say no. but you don’t. you nod your head, and for good measure, you say “yes.”

felix decides to try his luck further, his other hand grips your chin, and forces you to look at him. there’s a hunger in his eyes, like he’s ready to devour you whole given the chance. “can i kiss you?” he practically is, his lips brush against yours as he speaks. 

you knew it wouldn’t mean anything. you always took felix as a romantic. the fact that he was so willing to touch you with no ado made everything clear: this was a one time hookup. were you using him, in his emotionally fragile, pent up state? was he using you? you weren’t sure. 

“yes,” it’s another stupid decision, but it doesn’t feel quite wrong when his lips are against yours. when he kisses you with such need, such urgency. you lose all thoughts of moral, of rationale. all that matters is felix.

a few minutes of eager kissing is all he can stand. he slips his shirt off, and pushes up the hem of yours then hesitates. “can i?” again, you should have said no. you don’t.

“please,”

it’s a blur after that. he takes your shirt off. then it’s your shorts, your underwear. he makes you cum on his mouth. he’s reveling in the way you grip his hair, the way you moan his name like it’s the only one that you know. it makes him feel wanted, needed. like for once, in the past few months, he’s doing something right.

he’s got you itching to return the favor, to feel the weight of him on your tongue, taste him and feel as he hits the back of your throat. felix gets impatient. he grips your hair and fucks into your mouth. his cock hits the back of your throat and you tear up. he’s quick to soothe your tears, “i caused them, ‘s only right.” he says.

as he cums, he holds you in place. he looks up at the ceiling, groaning as you take his load. it’s not your name he moans. it’s his ex’s. it gets caught in his throat like a strangled sob–refusing to come out, yet refusing to stay inside. you both pretend it didn’t happen.

for now, it’s all he wants. you continue with your movie night as if nothing happened. 

⋆ ⋆ ⋆

it’s almost a routine now. you hook up at least twice a week. he’s always the one to invite you over. sometimes it’s a relief. you’re stressed about something going on in your life and he’s a perfect distraction. other times, he’s the one making your life harder. he’s begging you to come over late, and your problem? you can’t say no. you have the freedom to. you know he’d pout for a second, before telling you to sleep well and you’ll hang out later. 

and when you do come over, which it’s unlikely that you won’t succumb to his request, he’s on you immediately. he doesn’t waste time stripping you, taking you to the bed when he’s patient, and the couch when he can’t wait another moment to have you. 

one thing that felix doesn’t do, is mark you. he’ll kiss you with vigor. he’ll suck at your skin, bite at your chest, but it’s all done with just enough gentleness that your skin remains unmarked. you know, you check in the mirror like you’ll wake up one morning and discover his love lasts on your skin. it’s the disconnect between love and lust. if he loved you, maybe he’d claim you as such. he’d mark your skin with red and purple hickeys. he doesn’t love you. you know that.

you don’t love him as anything more than a friend. you should stop dreaming about things reserved for lovers when you’re just friends.

⋆ ⋆ ⋆

sometimes, there’s a domestic bliss that settles between the two of you. It really has you thinking that you could be his. you’ll be in his kitchen, his hands are wrapped around your waist as you cook a quick, late dinner. his head rests on your shoulder and he sways you to the music you put on. 

or you’re cuddling in his bed. he’s the big spoon and you’re the little spoon. he has a pillow propped over his arm, his other hand draped over your waist. you’re talking about everything and nothing, all at once. the weather. his childhood. your first pet. the weirdness of sourdough starter. 

you know that the only love between the two of you is the kind friends share. 

screw the kisses that are so sweet they make you think he’s in love with you. screw the way he moans your name now as he cums. the way he looks up at you as you ride him, something so hungry, so insatiable in his big doe eyes. screw way he holds you as you come down from your high, his hands stable and firm on your shaking hips. it keeps you from floating off into a realm, a universe where lee felix could actually love you like the romantic you’ve seen him be for everyone else he’s had in his bed. there’s no way any of it could be love. at least, that’s what you keep telling yourself. if he hadn’t made it abundantly clear to everyone you know that you’re ‘just friends’, you might have mistaken the lust in his eyes for love. every lie becomes true once you repeat it enough. every hope, every desire gets crushed once met with the cruel fist of reality one too many times.

do you punish yourself with the facade that he loves you, or the facade that he doesn’t? either way, you can’t resist him. you can’t say no. he needs you. or is it you that needs him? who gets hurt when nothing was ever supposed to be at stake? if you’re an addict, lee felix is your drug, and you’ve not yet seen the consequences of taking too much.

⋆ ⋆ ⋆

six months fly by quickly. six months of being friends with benefits with felix. to the date. it’s a normal day, though you don’t see him. you don’t talk to him. you haven’t talked to him since yesterday afternoon. 

the only warning when glass breaks, is the fall. felix’s absence is the fall. the ‘ping!’ of a text message is the impact on the ground, the shatter into a million pieces.

you should have known better than to think it was going to last. really, what did you expect? felix to confess his love to you, rose petals on the bed and candlelight? every good thing comes to an end. whatever you had with felix was never an exception.

it’s not like you loved him, though. like you had that kind of fantasy. it just felt like a breach of your friendship for him to run back to his ex, and not say a word.

you can’t help the anger that takes over. felix was seeing his ex again? after seven months of being apart. he’s running back into those arms. it disgusts you, so much so that you feel your stomach churn. it makes you want to throw up.

you're crying and you don't even know why. there was nothing going on between you two. everything in the past few months meant nothing. right?

wrong. it was something. you couldn't quite explain it, but it was worth far more than going back to a shitty ex.

usually, when felix causes your tears, he's there to wipe them away. they're because of everything he's doing right. this time, it's all wrong; he's not here to dry them up either.

you know chris wouldn’t lie to you. you also know felix wouldn’t keep that from you.

or would he?

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[elleaitch22]

Love on Fire

Chapter 5: Peanut

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Azzi Fudd

A/N: I don’t know if I can write a story without angst. I’m so sorry for this chapter. Please don’t hate me. I hope (somehow) you love it!! xx Elle (ps, remember there is still a lot more story to go!)

Warnings: Fertility treatment, medical procedures, medical symptoms, bodily fluid (yay morning sickness)

Word Count: 3.5k words

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Week 1:

The day after Azzi’s positive pregnancy test, she was back in Dr. Caldwell’s office. This time, her knee bounced with a quiet hope.

“Okay, hun. We’re just going to take a little bit of blood, and I’ll be out of your hair.” A sweet, Southern nurse stated.

For once, Azzi was happy to be suck with a needle.

“What are we looking for with the bloodwork?” Paige asked, standing next to their table.

The nurse retracted the needle and covered the wound with gauze. “Well, we just need her Beta hCG to be above 50. It should only take about ten minutes to get the results. Dr. Caldwell will be in with the results.”

The friends nodded as the woman walked out.

Their minds started racing.

Azzi thought about baby shower themes. She’d be six months around St. Patrick’s Day. Maybe something about being lucky. Should she find out the gender before the baby shower or let herself be surprised after birth. Maybe it could have pies. Like a little cutie pie?

She absentmindedly caressed her flat belly. Would she be one of those moody pregnant women? Gosh, she hoped that she wouldn’t have morning sickness, especially not the kind that lasted the whole pregnancy.

One thing she didn’t have to question was Paige. She’d been so patient over the last three months. She was always there with a snack or an uplifting remark, just to encourage her.

Paige thought about Azzi. She prayed that the levels would be what they needed to be. That this would be a healthy, happy, smooth pregnancy, giving Azzi the perfect little baby she deserved.

She thought about how gorgeous she’d be round with pregnancy. She wondered if she would get the same roundness in her face that she had when they were teenagers. She pictured her grumpy and glowing, trying to trick Paige into a foot massage, even though she knew Paige hated feet. But she would do it anyway. Because she was in love with her.

She pictured a little girl with big brown eyes and perfect ringlets, just like her mother. She pictured a toddler wobbling as she walked to hug Paige. A high pitched, perfect laugh. She would be perfect.

“So, I was thinking yesterday,” Paige started, breaking the silence, “If it’s a boy, maybe you can name him Kyrie or Klay. And for a girl, maybe Maya or Sue?”

Azzi slowly turned to her best friend, “You want me to name the kid after basketball players we’ve met once?”

Paige giggled, “Just wanted to lighten the mood a little. You seem like you’re in your head.”

A quick knock sounded at the door before it opened. “Congratulations Ms. Fudd!” The doctor smiled, the first time Azzi had ever seen the expression. “Your hCG is a 73, which is right where we want it to be. I’m not going to bother with an ultrasound today, because you won’t be able to see anything. You will need to come back in two days. So we can make sure your hCG is at least 146, alright?”

“Um, yes. Thank you. Is there anything I should be aware of?” Azzi questioned.

“Some of my moms are worried when they have light spotting. If you experience this, it is likely implantation bleeding. But it. should not be more than spotting. Call us if you have any concerns.” Dr. Caldwell answered.

Azzi nodded, “Okay. I’ll see you on Thursday. Thank you so much, Dr. Caldwell.”

“Of course. Congratulations, Mommies.” She said, heading out.

The room was quiet when she left.

Mommies.

Paige was reeling. Nobody had ever called Paige a mommy before. She didn’t know if she was even allowed to feel happy about being called that. It made her excited, hopeful.

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Week 5:

Azzi had been on top of the world, and nobody knew why except for Paige.

Even with her mood swings from her progesterone pills, nothing every kept her mood down for longer than a couple of minutes.

Except now she was nervous.

Today, she would be going in to see her baby. She was cautiously optimistic. For every blog she’d read about IUI success, there were three more about loss. It was most common that a loss came before ten weeks, so they just had to make it that far.

She was sitting on the table with a paper gown. She wished Paige was with her so badly, but somehow, they had scheduled the appointment during one of her shifts. She was supposed to get off in time to meet her at the clinic, but a few minutes before Azzi left the bakery, Paige called to tell her there was a car accident, and that she would miss it.

The ultrasound technician came in with a small smile. “Good afternoon, Ms. Fudd. I’m Fiona. Today, we’re going to do a transvaginal ultrasound. Hopefully this will be your last one for a while.” She giggled. “Since you’re only five weeks, we aren’t looking for body parts or a heartbeat. I don’t want you to get alarmed.”

Warm gel covered the wand before Azzi was examined. Fiona hit a few buttons on the machine before turning the screen to Azzi.

“I know it doesn’t look like much now, just an oval, but that’s the gestational sac.” She gestured to a tiny dot on the side of the circle. “And that bright little dot right there, that’s your baby. It’s tiny right now, but it’s growing fast”

Azzi’s breath caught in her throat. She beamed and looked to the chair beside her. The smile faded a little when she remembered she was alone today.

She tried to hold onto the smile, but it tugged at the edges. Paige would’ve loved this. The wonder in her eyes, the “wow” whispered under her breath, the way she always reached for Azzi’s hand during big moments. And now, all Azzi had was an empty chair.

“I know it’s not really showing much,” Azzi started, “But do you think I could a couple of pictures to show my friends and family?”

Azzi walked out of the clinic with a huge weight lifted off her shoulders and six ultrasound photos ready for her to send to the family members who knew she was trying for a baby.

She wasn’t really paying attention to where she was going, just riding the high of another successful doctor’s appointment. So, it wasn’t really a surprise when she wound up outside the fire station.

Unlike the last time she was here, there was no one outside. A peak inside the doors showed the engine, squad, and ambulance bays vacant. She decided to wait a little while for them to return. Caroline told her to take the day and relax, so it’s not like she had anything important to do.

One of the off-duty firefighters, Chet, was sitting at. The front desk. Azzi gave him a small smile as she made her way to the kitchen. She hated cooking at the firehouse. Most times, their ingredients looked like someone went shopping after smoking instead of going with a list.

There were lots of cup noodles and buldak ramen. Bags of hot fries and takis. There was a defrosted pack of chicken breasts. Azzi could work with that. The pantry had barbeque sauce and honey.  Some chicken broth that had probably been in there for years.

Thirty minutes later, honey barbeque chicken and broccoli simmered while she waited for the rice to finish.

She walked around the firehouse tired, choosing to take a nap until the crew came back.

When the crew returned an hour later, they all saw Azzi’s black Grand Cherokee parked in the front. While the other members in the squad truck clowned Paige, the blonde was panicking.

Azzi hadn’t said anything about coming to the station today. She had her doctor’s appointment today, and Paige cursed herself for not being able to be with her. What if something happened, and she’d been at the station to find Paige, and she wasn’t even there.

The truck hadn’t even come to a complete stop when Paige was out of the truck. She didn’t bother to take off her turnouts or her boots. Her footsteps were heavy as she rushed through the house. Peeking her head in every room she passed until her eyes landed on the brunette.

She sighed deeply, hands on her knees. Azzi was curled up on the couch, eyes closed and mouth open.

Her hand automatically reached out to touch her face, but when her eyes caught a glance of her dirty hands, she jerked them back quickly.

“Azzi,” She whispered. Her brows turned down a bit, but no real sign of consciousness.

Before Paige could call her again, a yell rang out through the house.

“Ayo P-Ski! Tell your wife thank you for lunch!” Edwards exclaimed.

Azzi’s head popped up, looking around confused until her eyes landed on Paige. “You’re all dirty.” She blinked lazily, a small smile on her lips.

“Is everything okay?” Paige whispered, almost scared to hear the answer.

One brown eye squinted open, “Yeah. What are you talking about?”

“You didn’t say you were coming over. And I wasn’t able to come to the appointment.” She sighed, relieved. “How was it?”

Azzi popped up full of energy. “Oh! I came over so I could show you something!” She reached into her back pocket, wide grin on her face.

A black and white picture what thrusted in Paige’s face. She moved her head back a little. Her eyes darted up. “That black hole. That’s the baby?” She asked, breathily.

The brunette giggled, “No. That the sac that the baby’s in.” She pointed to a small circle in the black hole. “You see that? That’s the baby. That teeny little bright dot. That’s the start of it all.” She said warmly.

“Wow,” She breathed. “It’s just a little peanut.” She knelt before she even noticed. “Hi, Peanut, I’m Paige. I’m your – I’ll be your Paigey.” She stayed like that for a second, silent, reverent.

Her stance reminded Azzi of her praying over her abdomen before she gave her the trigger shot. That thought was enough for tears to flood her eyes.

“Paige are you –” Stewie’s voice sounded from around the corner. The tall woman was in the doorway before they knew it. Her eyes darted from Paige, to Azzi, to the small slip held in Paige’s hands. Her eyes widened as she gasped, “Azzi! You’re pregnant?”

Paige stood, body slightly angled in front of her best friend. “She isn’t telling people yet.” Voice clipped, but still respectful. “She’s only five weeks.”

Breanna’s hands raised in innocence. “No worries. I won’t tell anybody. I remember how private Marta was about everything.” She smiled, “Congratulations!” She walked back down the hallway.

“Go shower, P. I’ll let you talk to the baby before I leave.” Azzi ran her hand over the sweat-slicked ponytail.

“Okay, Peanut.” Paige smiled. “I just got back from a fire, so I’m all dirty. I’ll talk to you in a little while.” She pecked the smooth, tanned skin, before standing. “I’m so happy for you, Az.”

Azzi flopped back onto the sofa, watching Paige leave. That was…intimate. Paige protected her from Stewie, one of the nicest people they knew. Paige kissed her belly. Paige talked to the little embryo that had no ears to hear her. She knew body parts hadn’t really formed yet, and she still talked to the baby.

She was just so sweet.

So pure.

So good.

So easy to love.

And maybe that was Azzi’s problem.

She didn’t know how long she could hold it all in before bursting.

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Week 6:

Azzi was six weeks and six days pregnant, only three more weeks until she stopped having to go to the clinic every week.

This time, Paige was able to be at the appointment, and she was practically vibrating with energy.

“Do you think they’ll do an ultrasound today or just bloodwork?” Paige questioned, pacing around the room.

Azzi’s eyes tracked her movements, stifling a laugh at her nerves. “No blood test today, just an ultrasound.”

Wide blue eyes locked onto brown ones. “I’ll get to see the baby?” Voice hopeful. “Like really see Peanut, not just a picture?” She questioned.

“Yeah,” Azzi grinned, cheeks red.

Paige’s whole body deflated. Not with disappointment, but quiet relief.

The two sat in silence for a few minutes before an ultrasound technician came in. “Oh, she’s back with you.”

Neither woman knew if she was critiquing Paige’s presence, but they didn’t care.

“Okay, you ready to see your baby?” She asked, rolling the ultrasound closer.

“Yes!” Paige exclaimed immediately, already leaning closer.

Azzi slid down the table a bit. She breathed in deeply as the woman inserted the wand. Brows twitching as she moved the wand inside of her.

“Hmm,” the woman said.

Azzi’s heart stuttered, “What do you mean?”

“I’m having trouble finding the fetus.” She murmured.

“What?!” Two voices called out.

Azzi shot up and Paige’s stomach dropped.

The ultrasound technician nodded absentmindedly. “Since the fetus is so small, it can be hard to locate.” She paused, moving the wand again. “Oh! There it is!” She said, cheerfully.

She pressed a few buttons before turned the screen to the duo. Another button push and –

Badum. Badum. Badum. Badum.

“Is that the heartbeat?” Azzi said, voice shaky. Tears filled her eyes. That was her baby’s heartbeat.

The tech smiled kindly. “Yeah, that’s your baby’s heartbeat.

“Oh my God.” Paige whispered.

Anything else the ultrasound technician wasn’t heard. Paige and Azzi sat, hands wrapped tightly around each other. They were just listening to the thud of a quick heartbeat and watching the future on that screen.

The woman gave the two women a few copies of the ultrasound without talking. “Dr. Caldwell will be in shortly.”

The room was quiet when she left. Both women started at the papers they were just given.

Paige played with brown curls absently, and Azzi leant into the touch without thinking.

“Good morning. Based on the measurements, your due date is June 12, 2026.” She said, plainly. “You are almost seven weeks, so we will forgo the eight week scan, and I will see you when you are ten weeks. Do you have any questions for me?”

Azzi was looking forward to graduating from the clinic so that she could have a different OB, one who wasn’t robotic. “Um, is there anything I should be looking out for?” She questioned.

The other woman shook her head. “Limit your caffeine. You are aware that you cannot have deli meats, unpasteurized cheese, raw meat or sushi. Make sure you are taking your prenatal vitamins, folic acid, and progesterone daily. Your uterus is expanding, so you make experience some cramping and even light spotting. That is not concerning unless it is constant or heavy. If either of those things happen, go to the emergency room immediately. No vigorous activities you weren’t already doing.”

Paige was already typing everything into her notes app. Azzi glanced at her and almost smiled.

“Thank you Dr. Caldwell, I’ll see you in a few weeks.” Azzi smiled.

As Paige and Azzi walked out to the car, “Do you think it’s too early to tell Bob and Katie?”

Paige looked at her quickly, “If you want to, I think you should.”

Azzi rolled her eyes, “You never give me a straight answer with stuff like this.” She pouted.

“Yeah, because if you end up regretting it, you’re going to yell at me.” She laughed.

“Whatever,” Azzi crossed her arms over her chest. “Can you take me to the store? I want to get a few things so I can make a surprise box. Then, I’ll give it to them whenever.” She huffed.

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Week 10:

Azzi’s boobs hurt. Her stomach hurt. She’d been cramping for the last week. Just light ones, nothing crazy, and no blood. She was always tired. She threw up all the time. She. Had no idea why they called it morning sickness if that shit can literally hit at any point in the fucking day. She was moody, and she couldn’t control it, so it made her sad.

But she was getting a little bump on her abdomen. Nothing crazy, but she noticed a tiny little mound on her previously flat stomach was she’d gotten out of the shower a couple of days ago.

She talked to her baby all the time, well, whenever she was alone, with Caroline, or with Paige. She talked about the dreams she had about being with Peanut. How she wanted to teach them how to shoot a basketball. How to bake cakes with a little extra love. How to read.

She talked about Paige. And how she didn’t know who Paige would be to Peanut, but that she would always be there. Always be Paigey. She talked about how in love she was with the blonde. How she would be the baby’s other mom in an ideal world.

She talked about everything with her baby.  Even though the baby couldn’t hear yet, the idea that she was talking to her baby was very comforting.

Azzi was doing light makeup in the mirror when she heard her front door open.

“Happy ten weeks Jazlyn!” Paige called as she walked in. Azzi heard her keys land on the kitchen counter and footsteps coming to her bedroom. “We’re going to be late.” She groaned.

Azzi was sitting on the floor in front of her biggest window, oversized hoodie hanging off her frame. “We still have ten minutes before we have to leave. You’re being dramatic.” She rolled her eyes.

It took her five minutes to pull on a pair of loose jeans to hide her bump a little. The cropped tank top was covered with a colorful pullover.

“See! I told you I’d be ready on time.” She beamed, walking into the kitchen.

“Yeah, yeah.” She rolled her eyes. “I brought kumquats and tater tots for your ten week snack. I hope neither of these make you throw up.” Paige grimaced.

Every week, since week seven, Paige had brought a fruit or snack the size that Peanut was. It was sweet, dorky, cute, and absolutely perfect. And Azzi loved it.

She came to kneel in front of Azzi. “Okay Peanut! Ready to get your picture taken?” She asked.

The appointment went smoothly, and the pair went out to lunch to celebrate Azzi and Peanut’s graduation from Dr. Caldwell to an actual obstetrician.

“Now that we have a real ultrasound, I think I can tell Katie and Bob.” Azzi smiled, looking at the printout of the little Peanut.

Paige scooted closer so she could look too. “Peanut really looks like a peanut now.” She laughed. “Look at Peanut’s big ass head. Definitely your kid, Az.”

Azzi rolled her eyes at the teasing. “Shut up. That’s a perfectly sized head.” She paused. “Peanut has grown so much since the last ultrasound,” She finished proudly.

“When are you wanting to tell them? We can have dinner over there on Friday or Saturday.” Paige sipped her lemonade.

Azzi thought. She had already made the announcement box. She ordered a onesie off Etsy that said, “Mimi and Papa’s Favorite Arriving June 2026”. She got these little, white, knitted booties. And the ultrasound was going to be the perfect way to finish the surprise.

“I think maybe Friday? We can stay over there as long as we want since we don’t have to work in the morning.” Azzi was so excited to tell them.

Paige nodded, getting her phone out to text her dad. “Alright. You got five days to change your mind.” She joked.

They both knew she wasn’t going to change her mind. They knew she couldn’t wait to tell the people who had been supporting her since she found out.

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Week 10, Day 3:

Azzi woke up on Thursday in pain.

She’d been cramping for a few days now, but when she asked Dr. Caldwell, she told her not to worry about it unless it came with blood.

She’d been keeping an eye on how intense the cramping was, but this morning was much worse than she’d been experiencing.

The brunette took out her phone and texted Caroline and KK that she wasn’t coming in today, just to be safe.

She was nauseous. She didn’t know if it was because of the morning sickness or because of the nerves. Her boobs weren’t hurting as much as they had been.

Her cramping had spread to her lower back, and they ramped up in her pelvis. She took a hot shower, hoping it would help with the pain, but it didn’t.

She was heating up a muffin when she felt the first rush.

Warm. Like she’d just started her period.

She was numb, ears ringing as she walked to the bathroom.

Not just a few drop from spotting.

Bright red. Fresh. A flood.

She stayed, just sitting on the toilet unable to move. Ten seconds. Ten minutes. Ten hours. She couldn’t tell.

Shaky hands pulled the phone out of her hoodie pocket.

Princess 💗👸🏽👩🏽‍🍳: I’m bleeding. A lot

She sits there staring at the wall.

Paigey 💗🧑🏼‍🚒🔥❤️‍🔥: fuck. im otw

[astuteology]

♤Another astrological observations♤

Ps: i am still learning and astrology is a forever learning subject. It may or may not be relatable. :)

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•° solar return observations °•

Solar return 7th house- the sign in your 7th house of your solar return will probably be the one to backbitch/backstab you👀. For eg- having Sagittarius descendant, people with sag sun or prominent sag placements are likely going to do you very wrong. 😊🪰

SR Uranus in 1st- an apparent change in the appearance of the individual. Dying their hair, a haircut, change in the makeup looks, joining the gym, having skincare routine, etc.🦄😋

SR Jupiter in the 12th- spiritual enlightenment🧞‍♂️. Could be the time youre very sensitive to the energies of the people. Seeing spirits frequently👻. (Hack- wear black tourmaline for the shield against negative energies). This is the time when everything will be clear to you, the intentions of the people, their traits, their habits, their trauma🤠 (your's aswell).👽

SR moon in the 6th- sensitive to other people's words, their criticism, etc. Take care of your health at this time please. Eating disorder. Very moody. Might eat spicy food alot. 🥲

SR neptune in the 11th- the friends, peers, acquaintances you have, you'll be getting to know about them more clearly👀 in negative way ofcourse, Alot of deceiving, lying, manipulation, taking behind your back, cheating, blah blah blah.😗🪓🩸

SR Saturn in the 11th- yes you ARE GOING TO LOSE FRIENDS, even the closest friend you have🙃. I honestly LOVE Saturn whatever house it's in because it fucking slaps you so hard that you begin to see everyfuckingthing very clearly🤪😶‍🌫️. Its going to be hard for you but dont worry youre better of with little to no friends than lying poopies.💩💝

SR venus in the 1st- you're going to be every 2nd person's crush, like literally fr. You're guna appear more ethereal and soft to the other person, maybe innocent too which will make the other person wAnT tO pRoTeCt YoU aT aLL cOsT🥺 because to them you're vulnerable to the world😐😐😐😐.

SR mars in the 3rd- alot of fights with your siblings/ cousins/ childhood friends. Way of communication may be direct, more straight forward, could even be a little cruel ehe🤭. Probably guna put people in their fucking place. Humbling down people alot.💅

SR aquarius ascendant- very detached from the emotions. Its like giving yourself 5 minutes to feel everything then after that, stop feeling completely until the next year. ORRR.... you could be in your feelings for the 1st or last 6 months then the rest of the year? Nonchalant🧘(could be opposite).Your mood for the year: 'eehh'😐 'Okhay'😐 'Yeah'😐 'Mhm'😐 'No'😐 'Don't'😐 'Shut up'😐 'Can you leave me alone'😐 'Youre so annoying'😐 'Can you stop'😐 'Omg youre a fucking fe/male'😐. Might be the year you'll question your sexuality.

SR lilith in the 4th- watch your closest ones/ own family turn against you just cuz you stood up against their negativity and manipulation. Oof!! 😍😍😍THE BEST YEAR EVERRR!!!🥳🤯💋 Sarcasm intented. Theyre going to spread false rumors about you. Play victim card in the situations they create. Its like creating a problem for you to solve.🧍🏻‍♀️🧍‍♂️🗣

SR venus in the 5th- will attract ALOT of love interests👀🔥🧲 but since its a 5th house, it wont be long lasting. For girls: this placement can make guys crazily obsessed with you for monthsss beware as they can note down your every move (3 of my friends had this and the guys ended up following them home, it was scary). For guys: this can make girls want to be with you just bcz everyone wants you, youre the center of everyone's attention (cheating could be involved too👀)

SR Sun/mars/pluto in the 6th- take care of your health because; sun: can make you vulnerable to the evil eyes which could lead you to falling sick frequently🪰🧿. Mars: your anger, impulsiveness, all the othet martian feelings, can make you sick as well, so beware of your surroundings and your mental health🎭. Pluto: the jealousy with this can turn physical real quick✂️. And all three: JUST. TAKE. CARE. 😀 🫠

SR moon in the 7th- sweeeeettttt cravings will ⬆️⬆️. Feeling very joyful for no reason🌞. Feeling 'Butterfly in the stomach' frequently🦋. Lovesick🐕‍🦺.

SR mercury in the 5th- you could hear from a friend that a lot of "certain someone's" like you😊. Love to talk about your interests and hobbies. Involvement in frequent get-togethers, random friends meet💁🏻‍♀️.

SR saturn in the 8th- might deal with your own fears. Could be a triggering year for you🧘.

SR nn in the 9th/12th- frequent travels🗺. Might overthink alot about the world and the life (a lot of what's, why's, who's, how's, etc).

Wherever SR Jupiter is, you're expanding that. Like for eg- 5th house: your interests, might pursue your hobbies, or if you already are, lets say an artist, youll expand your art, the type of drawings you make. 2nd house: your business. Money. Self esteem. Confidence. 11th house: your friend circle, electronics, etc.

SR saturn/neptune in the 8th- out of nowhere setbacks, betrayal, cheating, etc are possible. BUT you WILL receive a news about CERTAIN SOMEONE which will make you question them🤫. Or youll get to know some f-ed up family secrets😗.

SR Scorpio ascendant- watch people getting intimated💁🏻‍♀️. You're guna hear rumorssss about youuu👀🤫. Random guys/girls approaching you with the intention of "hUmBLiNg YoU dOwN" 🗣💩 (ykwim).

SR venus in the 7th- randomly, out of nowhere, falling for someone veryyyy haaarrrdd🕳🚶🏻‍♀️.This usually happens within 3-5 months after your birthday.

Whereas... 😗

SR neptune/saturn in the 7th- showing you why you shouldn't have😊. (If i were you i wouldn't give them a 2nd chance, many people don't deserve it🧘. Pay attention if its their "traits" or "company" either way, you shouldn't forgive them because "traits" are self explanatory, they wont ever change, and if its the "company" affecting them then its guna be tiring for you and trust me you wouldn't want a person who is gullible🧍🏻‍♀️).

SR Uranus anywhere- sudden. Anything sudden. For the better or the worse🎭. Out of nowhere. Unexpected👀. The ex you didn't see? Here s/he comes💩. Job offer🌞. Oldest friend contacting you🏌‍♂️.realization about career path. Your personality, your looks. Family dynamics. Home, etc.

SR lilith/neptune in the 1st/5th/7th/8th/10th/11th- people be copying youuuu i seeee👀. Your secret enemies wanting to be you👀. Copying your style, outfit, skincare. Haircare, haircut, your hobbies, even your career path🤾‍♀️. Amd they'll still have the audacity to TELL YOU how you should be doing *insert what you're good at* 🧍🏻‍♀️🧍‍♂️like?????. Jealousy runs deeeppp 😶‍🌫️.

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Thank you for reading :) <3

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Sun In Signs Of Groom Persona Chart

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(Sun in a groom persona chart represents his core identity, ego, and how he presents himself as a husband. It is symbolic of his willpower, leadership qualities, self-expression, and the life force that he brings into the marital relationship. The position of the Sun in the signs shows what kind of energy he carries, how he would handle responsibilities, and what role he would play in the union.)

Sun in Aries

In the groom pc, having Sun in Aries attracts bold, energetic, and passionate spouse. Most likely, he would be the head or the dominant in the relation. It makes him very adventurous, enthusiastic to try everything new in this marriage, but his individuality could overpower him and cause impatience or dominance. He is the protector of his woman, even taking on the role of "hero" when it comes to his girlfriend or wife. He is independent and may require a partner who can appreciate their energetic vibes while maintaining emotional equilibrium. His leadership can be inspiring, yet it should also be modulated to include his partner's needs.

{Spouse likely has a sharp, angular face with prominent features and a high forehead, exuding confidence and energy.}

Sun in Taurus

The Sun in Taurus makes the groom a practical and reliable person as he values stability. He feels good if his environment is comfortable and secure, and he works hard to make his partner feel valued. Taurus Suns are sensual and base a lot of their marital satisfaction on physical connection and comfort. They can be resistant to change and love routine and tradition. They are loyal partners but at times can be possessive. The beauty, luxury, and finer things in life are truly appreciated by this groom, and he often strives to create a beautiful home.

{Spouse may have a round or oval face with soft, symmetrical features and a pleasant, earthy charm.}

Sun in Gemini

He is curious, communicative, and versatile. He brings intellectual excitement and humor into the relationship, never a dull moment. Versatile and sociable, he likes to share ideas and enjoy lively discussions with his mate. His restless nature may at times make him appear inconsistent, absent-minded, and so on. He needs a partner who can appreciate his lively mind and understand his varied interests. This groom does well in relationships with good lines of communication and shared curiosity.

{The spouse could have a narrow, oval face with expressive eyes and lively, youthful features.}

Sun in Cancer

He is deeply nurturing, empathetic, and protective. He values emotional connection and creates a sense of home and family in the marriage. His intuitive nature makes him highly attuned to his partner's needs, often going out of his way to provide comfort. At times, he may struggle with moodiness or clinginess. A Cancer Sun groom needs a partner who understands his sensitivity and shares his desire for a close-knit family life.

{A moon-like, round or soft face with gentle, nurturing expressions is typical for the spouse.}

Sun in Leo

He is charismatic, warm-hearted, and proud. He looks at marriage as a stage on which to shine and generally assumes a leadership role in the relationship. Generous and loyal, he loves showering his partner with affection and admiration and expects admiration in return. While his confidence can be inspiring, he may at times come off as self-centered. This groom does best when his partner supports his ambitions and shares his enthusiasm for life.

{The spouse often has a regal, well-defined face with strong bone structure and a radiant, magnetic presence.}

Sun in Virgo

Husband is practical, detail-oriented, and committed to his self-improvement project. He brings stability and dependability into the relationship, many times going out of his way in order to solve problems and make good order. He loves his partner who shares an appreciation for organization and hard work. Sometimes, he could make his partner's life hard through being too critical or perfectionist, which might be a tense source in their relationship. When a Virgo Sun husband is appreciated for his work, he thrives.

{Spouse may possess a delicate, heart-shaped face with fine, symmetrical features and a refined appearance.}

Sun in Libra

Husband is charming, tactful, and loves to establish a marriage that is just harmonious. He prefers justice and desires a balanced partnership wherein both parties are equal. His love for aesthetics and romance alone can create a beautiful and loving environment for his spouse. Nevertheless, his need to evade conflicts may at times elicit indecision or repression of his own needs. A Libra Sun husband thrives well in a relationship where mutual respect and collaboration are established.

{The spouse likely has an oval or symmetrical face with balanced, harmonious features and an attractive, graceful demeanor.}

Sun in Scorpio

Husband of a Scorpio Sun in the groom pc will be an experience of depth, passion, and an almost irreversible commitment. Pressing into intense intimacy, or a probe into the depths of life, are the ways he might pursue his partner. He desires transformation for himself and from his partner. This could mean he sometimes can become possessive or controlling. A Scorpio Sun needs trust, honesty, and emotional toughness from his wife to have a successful marriage.

{Spouse may have a square or intense face with piercing eyes, strong jawlines, and an enigmatic aura.}

Sun in Sagittarius

The Sagittarius Sun in groom pc husband is free-spirited, optimistic, and adventurous. He has fun in the relationship and gives his partner an urge for new experiences. Freedom is important to him, and he needs a partner who will respect his need for freedom. While his enthusiasm is contagious, his lack of focus or commitment to some routines may frustrate the spouse at times. A Sagittarius Sun husband really thrives when his mate loves adventure and personal growth as he does.

{A long, oval face with high cheekbones and a bright, adventurous expression often describes the spouse.}

Sun in Capricorn

Ambitious, responsible, and intent upon building a stable future, the Capricorn Sun groom regards marriage as both an obligation and an opportunity to extend his role of provider and protector. Practical by nature, he works hard to assure a successful long-term partnership, though at times his work or responsibilities may make him appear a little distant or serious. An Capricorn Sun boyfriend thrives in an appreciation of his efforts within a relationship and feels supported on his journey to success.

{The spouse may have a chiseled, rectangular face with defined bone structure and a mature, poised look.}

Sun in Aquarius

The groom with the Sun in Aquarius is a nonconformist who values independence and individuality in his marriage. He brings a unique twist into the relationship and mostly confronts conventional standards. While intellectually and socially attached, he values a partner who sees his vision for progress and change. His detached nature may sometimes make him emotionally unavailable. This groom thrives in relationships where freedom and mutual respect are emphasized.

{Spouse could have a unique or unconventional face shape, often oval, with sharp features and a futuristic vibe.}

Sun in Pisces

The Pisces Sun is the groom pc is compassionate, dreamy, and emotionally intuitive. He marries with the utmost romanticism and idealizes his spouse. His creative and emotional nature makes him a tender and caring partner. Since he can sometimes be very imaginary and flee from strife, he can create misunderstandings. A Pisces Sun feels most happy with a spouse who can share his emotions and creativity.

{A soft, rounded face with dreamy, delicate features and expressive, soulful eyes is common for the spouse.}

[timkontheunsure]

Queer secondary adolescence and Stolas

(I keep forgetting to put this up here)

Ok, so Stolas being teen dad is one of the reasons I get annoyed when people say he's too horny with Blitz. Or that his relationship is too dramatic and teenager-y.

He's a queer guy who never got to be a teenager, didn't get to have a first boyfriend, or explore who he was. Or do any of the normal stuff most straight teenagers get to do.

His family stuffed him in the closet, forced him to have child, and gave him an abusive wife as jailer.

(He around 36, with a 17 year old daughter. 36−17=19 when Octavia was born. Likely married at 18).

He's got some chatting up to do.

Up till now his whole life's been about Via, and mitigating Stella's abuse to hid it from Via.

That's left him barely hanging on, taking an increasing amount of antidepressants; and singing lullabies about not being sure he'll make it till Via's grown up.... 🙁

There's this thing called second adolescence that alot of queer people experience, when they come out later in life.

It happens when they're weren't allowed to do normal teenage things at the right age. So things like having crushes, go on first dates, have extremely anxious dramatic relationships. As well just be a normal horny teenager.

Stolas got to do none of that. So he's doing it now.

He's also pretty obviously an autistic guy (separate post ), who didn't get well socialized as a child.

Blitz appears to have been his first and only really friend.

Stolas is not great at social cues. (He's so happy to be able to help with his special interest, but does realise his tone is upsetting Ozzie).

Even with Via he struggles to understand her. She needs to tell her dad flat out what she needs.

When she tries to be subtle, and snark he assumes it's just her being a moody teen. And that she'll enjoy loo loo land when she loosen up a bit.

Because of this lack Stolas mostly fills in gaps in his social experience with masking.

Such copying Gabriel hairstyle from helluva novella to get ready for his first ever date.

Following Blitz's lead of what to do in an uncomfortable situation.

And trying to match the energy of how Blitz first came on to him.

(He's definitely getting better at it from Blitz reaction).

There's also an idea in CBT called reparenting your inner child. Which about giving yourself some the support, and experiences you missed out on because of abuse.

Stolas needs to go through his secondary adolescence as part of his recovery from his abuse.

So let Stolas be a little horny weirdo. 😛

PS this one will brake you heart. Stolas is standing fully in both these pictures.

You can see how much he's grown by her light switch.

Kid hasn't even reached his full adult height yet when he had to have a kid.

[magicpaint]

lilia + layouts

[dorabellingham]

MASTERLIST

Here you can find all the one shots from the account! I accept requests, but that doesn't mean I'll give them all.

I hope you like them and leave a like whenever you can :)

ps: I'm not very good at writing smut and you can call me Dora

🍒 - Fluff ❤️‍🔥 - Smut ⭐ - Angst

jude bellingham;

[🍒] Just like daddy

Where Jude takes your son to get his hair cut and they look alike.

[🍒] Passanger prince

When you're driving around Madrid and you tease him for not knowing how to drive.

[❤️‍🔥] Kind of night

When you meet at a club and end up making out in the bathroom. It's not completely smut.

[🍒⭐] I'm all yours

When you go to a Real Madrid party and he's dying of jealousy of you.

[🍒] Little midfielder

When he's hurt but your little boy wants to play soccer.

[⭐] Womanizer

Where false rumors of cheating arise and you end up getting hurt.

[🍒] Birthday boys

When he and your little boy have the same birthday.

[🍒⭐] My woman

Where after a serious defeat another player from the national team ends up verbally attacking you and Jude defends you.

[❤️‍🔥] Underwear

When you go to pick him up from training and things start to get heated on the way.

[🍒] Bother you

Where you guys plan to go out, but his brother has other plans, which involve disturbing you both.

[🍒] Dinner plans

Where you want to go out for dinner but have a spoiled baby at home.

[🍒] Tea time

When your little girl has a tea party and wants you to join in.

[🍒❤️‍🔥] Our first time

When you decide to have your first time in the guest room. It's not completely smut.

[🍒] Are you my daddy?

Where you are a famous singer and took your son to a show, but you didn't expect that he would think Jude was his father.

[🍒⭐] El clássico

After Real Madrid's defeat in the championship the only thing he wants is to find solace in your arms.

[🍒] Cuddly boy

A sick baby and an important game, all in the same day.

[🍒] Halloween

Just a fun night of scares with your boyfriend.

[❤️‍🔥] Honeymoon

When you get married and can finally have some alone time.

[🍒] First day of school

When you discover that you are not so prepared for your child's first day of school.

[🍒] Be like them

Where you want to change your hair to go out with other wags, but he doesn't agree.

[🍒] La liga

When he's really drunk and won't stop proposing to you on international TV.

[🍒❤️‍🔥] Provocations

Where your boyfriend is very focused on the game but you also want attention. It's not completely smut.

[🍒⭐] I'm here

When you have an anxiety attack after someone calls you names.

[🍒❤️‍🔥] Is your mother here?

When you guys end up having a hot moment and his mom shows up. It's not completely smut.

[🍒] Fashion critic

When he asks for a private fashion show.

[🍒] Mini Bellingham

When you tell him you're pregnant.

[🍒] Boyfriend material

Headcanon of what he would be like as your boyfriend.

[🍒] Moning after

When after your first time as a couple, he does everything to please you.

[⭐] Do you still love me?

When he gets really weird around you and it seems like he doesn't love you anymore.

[🍒] Rainy nights

Where your little boy is afraid of thunder and you go to sleep together to calm him down.

[🍒] Épouse-moi?

Where he proposes to you on a random afternoon with the most beautiful words you've ever heard.

[🍒] Play with me

When on any given Sunday he is super bored and you need to entertain him.

[🍒⭐] Lond distance

When your long-distance relationship is going through difficult times.

[🍒] Fever and moody

When he's sick and just being the most dramatic person in the world.

[🍒❤️‍🔥] Let's have a baby

When he enters the phase of wanting a baby and keeps asking for you whenever he can.

[🍒⭐️] Kissing in the rain

When you are fighting and you decide to leave his house in the middle of a storm.

[❤️‍🔥] Caught in the act

When you are taking a trip to his parents' house and he has a very interesting idea. It's not completely smut.

[🍒] Baby at the stadium

When you take your daughter to watch a Real Madrid game for the first time.

[🍒❤️‍🔥] Play fair

When he makes you a surprise visit at dawn and things go the other way. It's not completely smut.

[🍒] Overprotect

When he becomes super protective during your pregnancy.

[🍒] Cramps

When one dawn you are not feeling well and he is super careful with you.

jobe bellingham;

[🍒] Big boy

In the middle of an english winter your boyfriend is big enough to keep you warm.

[🍒] Too short for me

Where you guys are trying to make breakfast but teasing you is way cooler.

[🍒❤️‍🔥] Irresistible

When you are too irresistible to him. It's not completely smut.

[🍒] Boyfriend material

Headcanon of what he would be like as your boyfriend.

kylian mbappe;

[🍒❤️‍🔥] Score me

When he scores the first hat trick of the season and you make a surprise. It's not completely smut.

hector fort;

[❤️‍🔥] So small.

When after a game he wants to have fun specifically with you.

pedri gonzalez;

[🍒] Can you love me?

When your pregnancy hormones are on the surface and he is all careful.

[chahaezii]

I came up with this random fanfic idea while playing Valorant earlier and reading Kana's post, so, thought I'd post it here LOL

ps. in no way am I a professional writer like many of you, so bare with my basic grammar and vocabularies please.. 🥀

"Love, are you okay right now? Are you hurting anywhere?" Jinwoo's voice was soft and gentle, genuine concern could be heard around it as he spoke to you, asking about your well-being. Apparently, you got your period today and started being moody about it. He pats your head as you laid your head on his shoulders.

You shook your head slightly, you don't feel anything as of now but you know you will soon. Every time you're on your period, your first couple days are the equivalent of being tortured. The cramps never go easy on you and Jinwoo knows that damn well too.

"Darling, I know this must really suck for you. How about I treat you with some massages? Or maybe any snacks you'd like?" Jinwoo tries his best to give you some sense of comfort. He knows how much you hate your period, how much it changes your mood and such. He can't do much but he'll try his best to help you in any way he can.

"Some snacks sound good, Jin." You softly spoke to him, it was pretty obvious you were upset and mentally exhausted. You got your head off of his shoulder and he stood up to go and grab a couple snacks, specifically your favorite snacks and even a blanket to keep you warm and cozy.

He got back to you with the snacks and a blanket, he handed you over the snacks and wrapped the blanket around you. He sat next to you on the sofa, staying close to you to make sure you're comfortable. He knows you enjoy having good company around, especially when it's himself.

"Thanks, Jin. I appreciate it, a lot." You wrapped your hands around him, pulling him into a cuddly position. Not leaving the blanket behind while you did so. It was cozy, warm and amazing. You feel as if you wanted to stay there in that very position forever.

Jinwoo couldn't help but smile. He loved seeing you all sweet with him. He enjoys your presence just as much as you enjoy his. He took his hand to softly caress your shoulders, hoping to relax you a little more.

"I'm glad to be here for you. You're my wife after all, no?" You could hear him softly chuckling after he finished his sentence. It really did make you happy just to see this side of him. To hear him be all soft and gentle with you behind closed doors. Others would fear him for he is one of the most powerful S-Rank hunters, but for you? He's just a really loving, caring and gentle husband. You love that about him. How he has a soft spot for you and only you. Sometimes you wonder if he's really terrifying as people say, you never really see him get mad or upset at anything. Well, technically, he hides his negative emotions away from you since he doesn't want to end up hurting you in any way. But you didn't know that. No way is he going to tell you that anyways, it's better off as a little secret according to him.

"Yeah that's right, you're my husband after all too. I love you, Jin. I'm glad you're mine."

Such a sentence sent Jinwoo to cloud 9. He feels as if he's falling in love with you all over again when he hears you speak of such words at him. Realizing how much he loves being called yours. His expression was soft, you could easily tell he was trying his best not to blush. But you liked seeing this sight of him. It's not usual anyways as he always tries to act all nonchalant and cold. But he can't easily mask his feelings when he's with you. You're his weakness, for the better or for the worse. He doesn't care, all he cares about is how much he loves and adores you. You're a piece of him, a piece that completes him as a person. You're his safe place, his one and only. He could never bare to lose you. If he does, he'd burn the world down if that's what it takes to get you back. He'd do anything for you, anything at all.

"I love you too, my dearest."

It's nothing much but I just needed to spoil myself with some wholesome stuff about Husband!Jinwoo 🥀 god i love this man so much i swear it HURTS. <//3

; Heavy inspirations from @heyimkana !! (I love your works so much, please don't explode 🙏)

I was listening to this song while writing <3

[melancholictunes]

Dear Narry,

Can I give you some chocolate and a heating pad? Yk because you must be on your period with how horribly moody you are all the time?

From your bestest friend forever, Finnley

ps. it must suck bleeding all the time 💔😔

Is...is that a no?

Also, you are completely right. This is why he's cranky. /vsilly

[hollowed-theory-hall]

can you talk more about harry being able to feel magic throughout the series?

Sure, so there are a few instances I recall of Harry feeling magic and I honestly don't know some of them. Like, some are questionable evidence and some are much clearer...

It was a magnificent mirror, as high as the ceiling, with an ornate gold frame, standing on two clawed feet. There was an inscription carved around the top: Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi. His panic fading now that there was no sound of Filch and Snape, Harry moved nearer to the mirror, wanting to look at himself but see no reflection again. He stepped in front of it.

(PS, 149)

Compared to Ron:

“See?” Harry whispered. “I can’t see anything.” “Look! Look at them all…there are loads of them.…” “I can only see you.” “Look in it properly, go on, stand where I am.” Harry stepped aside, but with Ron in front of the mirror, he couldn’t see his family anymore, just Ron in his paisley pajamas. Ron, though, was staring transfixed at his image.

(PS, 151)

Ron is implied to not feel the urge to look at the mirror the way Harry does. Not only that but Harry just instinctively gets how the mirror works, where you need to stand to see the reflection, and why Ron can't see it from where he is standing. This isn't something he experimented with before, he just, knew.

Harry couldn’t explain, even to himself, why he didn’t just throw Riddle’s diary away. The fact was that even though he knew the diary was blank, he kept absentmindedly picking it up and turning the pages, as though it were a story he wanted to finish. And while Harry was sure he had never heard the name T. M. Riddle before, it still seemed to mean something to him, almost as though Riddle was a friend he’d had when he was very small, and had half-forgotten. But this was absurd. He’d never had friends before Hogwarts, Dudley had made sure of that.

(CoS, 218)

Harry senses the Horcrux in the diary. It's possible this is because he, too, is a Horcrux and not because he is sensitive to magic in general, but I'm noting it here anyway.

“Three . . .” muttered Mr. Weasley, one eye still on his watch, “two . . . one . . .” It happened immediately: Harry felt as though a hook just behind his navel had been suddenly jerked irresistibly forward. His feet left the ground; he could feel Ron and Hermione on either side of him, their shoulders banging into his; they were all speeding forward in a howl of wind and swirling color; his forefinger was stuck to the boot as though it was pulling him magnetically onward and then —

(GoF, 73)

In this above one everyone is urged forward, it's the hook painful sounding sensation I'm not sure others are experiencing.

Moody raised his wand, pointed it at Harry, and said, “Imperio!” It was the most wonderful feeling. Harry felt a floating sensation as every thought and worry in his head was wiped gently away, leaving nothing but a vague, untraceable happiness. He stood there feeling immensely relaxed, only dimly aware of everyone watching him.

(Gof, 231)

Again, I'm just not sure how the Imperius is supposed to feel, but Harry describes a light floating sensation besides his worries being wiped away (the latter of which I think is part of the curse, but I'm not sure about the first one)

“Disillusionment Charm,” said Moody, raising his wand. “Lupin says you’ve got an Invisibility Cloak, but it won’t stay on while we’re flying; this’ll disguise you better. Here you go —” He rapped Harry hard on the top of the head and Harry felt a curious sensation as though Moody had just smashed an egg there; cold trickles seemed to be running down his body from the point the wand had struck.

(OotP, 54)

Harry feels the disillusionment charm washing over hum in cold trickles. Again, it's hard to say if it's normal or not since no one else describes feeling anything like that from what I remember.

“Sirius?” Harry spoke again, but much more quietly now that he was nearer. He had the strangest feeling that there was someone standing right behind the veil on the other side of the archway. Gripping his wand very tightly, he edged around the dais, but there was nobody there. All that could be seen was the other side of the tattered black veil.

(OotP, 773)

I talked here more about Harry and his weird sense regarding the vale, but yeah...

“You’re quite right,” said Dumbledore serenely, shaking back his sleeve to reveal the tips of those burned and blackened fingers; the sight of them made the back of Harry’s neck prickle unpleasantly.

(HBP, 67)

It could be a description of stress and discomfort, but I don't think Harry used these words to describe discomfort or worry at any other point in the books. And considering it's Harry Potter who spends most of his life in discomfort I think it's interesting and likely Harry sensing the curse.

Harry could not tell whether the shivers he was experiencing were due to his spine-deep coldness or to the same awareness of enchantments. He watched as Dumbledore continued to revolve on the spot, evidently concentrating on things Harry could not see

(HBP, 557-558)

This is what I mentioned in the post anon is referring to.

I don't have notes of something like this from DH, since I'm still compiling them, but I did find this scene to add on the train of Harry's magic being super intuitive and intuned with his emotions:

Dust swirled around Harry like mist, catching the blue gaslight, as Mrs. Black continued to scream. “Mudbloods, filth, stains of dishonor, taint of shame on the house of my fathers—“ “SHUT UP!” Harry bellowed, directing his wand at her, and with a bang and a burst of red sparks, the curtains swung shut again, silencing her

(DH, 171)

Harry literally casts "shut up" as a spell, and it not only works, but it works when no one in the Order succeded in shutting the portrait up magically! Harry is so insanely powerful I don't know what to do with this information anymore...

[lecsainz]

hiii could i please request an paul aron x reader where he is not so happy with a race Result and the reader cheers him up.

BAD RACE

parings: paul aron x girlfriend!reader

authors note: I loved writing this one! PS: I tried to look at thousands of pictures of him but couldn't come to the conclusion if his eye is blue or brown, so I went with blue 🤷‍♀️

✩. . . masterlist !

Paul Aron had just crossed the finish line of yet another race, and the result was far from what he had hoped for. His frustration was palpable, and he couldn't shake off the disappointment that clouded his features.

Y/N, his ever-supportive partner, knew all too well how he reacted when races didn't go his way. Paul could be moody and grumpy, dwelling on his performance for days on end. But she also knew just how to cheer him up.

As Paul and his teammate Dino made their way back to the Prema garage, Y/N was waiting for him. She was surrounded by a few mechanics who offered her friendly smiles, aware of her role in boosting Paul's spirits after a tough race.

Paul walked alongside Dino, his head hanging low, lost in thought. Y/N watched them approach, her heart aching for her boyfriend's obvious disappointment.

"Hey, champ," she greeted him with a warm smile as he finally reached her.

Paul managed a weak smile in return, but the disappointment still lingered in his eyes. "Hey," he replied, his voice heavy with the weight of his performance.

Y/N didn't waste any time. She stepped closer to him and wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him into a tight embrace. "I know it wasn't the race you wanted, but you'll bounce back," she reassured him, her voice filled with unwavering confidence in him.

He sighed and buried his face in her hair, inhaling her comforting scent. "I just messed up, Y/N. I had a shot, and I blew it."

Y/N leaned back slightly, cupping his face in her hands so that their eyes met. "You're not defined by one race, Paul. Remember all the victories you've had. This is just a bump in the road. You'll come back stronger."

Paul's blue eyes searched hers for a moment, and he found solace in her unwavering support. He leaned in and kissed her, a silent thank you for always being there for him. Paul's lips met Y/N's in a heartfelt kiss, their connection speaking volumes even without words. It was a kiss filled with gratitude, love, and a promise that they'd tackle whatever challenges came their way together.

Breaking the kiss, Y/N flashed him a mischievous smile, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You know, Paul, I've been thinking."

He raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued. "About what?"

She shrugged playfully, her fingers tracing a pattern on his chest. "Well, I hear that some racers have lucky charms or rituals they do before a race to ensure good luck."

Paul's lips curled into a grin as he caught on to her idea. "Are you suggesting I need a lucky charm, Y/N?"

She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "I'm suggesting I could be your lucky charm."

His heart raced at her words, her suggestion making him forget about the disappointment of the race. "I like the sound of that," he admitted, his voice husky with desire.

Y/N chuckled softly, a teasing glint in her eyes. "Great. Now, we just need to figure out what kind of good luck charm activities we should engage in."

Paul's hands found their way to her waist, pulling her even closer. "I think I have a few ideas."

Their playful banter was interrupted by the cheerful voice of one of the mechanics. "Hey, Paul! Don't forget, we have a team dinner tonight."

Paul sighed dramatically, his forehead resting against Y/N's. "Team dinners after a tough race are the worst."

Y/N laughed and pecked his lips. "Come on, champ. It'll be fun. And maybe they can give you some tips on how to make me your official lucky charm."

Paul grinned, his mood significantly brighter. "You're right, as always. Let's go at a dinner with the team."

[darkqueenhelba]

Infold just doubled down on the new storyline.

At 2:56 am EST on May 9th I logged into my PS5 for white noise and in the 3 hours since I had logged in for the Fashion show around 11:30 est they had completely changed out the background game on the PS5 Home Screen. This is the new one:

This is completely different from what was here only a few hours before. The old had been there since the beginning of the game and not changed.

Even logging into the PS app shows new pictures highlighting Infold doubling down on the new storyline.

The first picture shows from the recently played/trophy count list shows the old picture but when you click on it for a product description you now get the second picture when it just used to be a bigger version of the first.

The vibe you get from both pictures is worlds apart. Bright colors vs moody purples. Height & Depth vs near Singular Plane. Momo on the adventure with us vs No Momo.

I know a lot of people were hoping for Infold to acknowledge and go back to the original opening of the game. (If only because it’s a better tutorial) But 10 days after the disastrous launch of 1.5 they decided to change the Home Screen on PS5 to reflect the new story. All while still leaving many bugs and glitches that are causing tons of PS5 players not to be able to play the game. This is not a direction I think many players want the game to go in and shows how out of touch the company is with the fan base.

Anyways because I had to figure out how to get pictures from my PS5 to the app to my phone to make this post… Here’s the 2 pictures I took during the Day 1 tutorial of Infinity Nikki.

Dress of Reunion and Silver Chained-up Ena… you are missed.

Goodbye “The Coziest Open-World Game” (because that’s been removed when you google the game) and hello what now feels generic multiverse where nothing truly matters. Goodbye Infinity Nikki. You didn’t even make it to your 5th month anniversary.