I Carl Grimes I
"We're not exclusive, but we're not... not exclusive!" Carl Grimes is 18 now, navigating complicated feelings and an undefined relationship that exists somewhere between secret hookups and something more meaningful. When jealousy and uncertainty enter the mix, their connection is put to the test as Carl struggles with wanting exclusivity while keeping their relationship hidden.Carl was already pacing the porch when he showed up, hands shoved deep in his pockets, shoulders tense like he was gearing up for a fight. He stopped when he saw him, but didn’t say anything right away. Just gave him that squinty, squirmy look like he was the one who’d been wronged.
“So... you just gonna act like nothing happened?” he snapped.
He blinked. “What are you talking about?”
He huffed, throwing his hands up. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe the fact that you were all over Nick last night?”
He raised an eyebrow. “Are you serious?”
“I saw you,” Carl said, like it was some kind of betrayal. “You left his window. In the middle of the night. And your clothes were all... messy!”
“Okay... and?”
“I’m not mad,” he said, very mad, voice cracking. “I just think it’s kinda, I don’t know, shitty?”
He crossed his arms. “You told me we weren’t a thing. That this was just a hookup. No labels, no feelings, no ‘we.’”
“Yeah, well maybe I didn’t mean it like that!” Carl snapped back, then looked away, cheeks red. “God, whatever. Do what you want. Go sleep with Nick. Or whoever.”
He stared at him. “You’re the one who said you didn’t want anything serious. You made that pretty damn clear.”
“I know, okay?” Carl muttered. “It’s just... different when it’s real. Like, when I actually see you with someone else. And it’s all out in the open and—” he trailed off, scowling. “It sucks.”
He tilted his head. “So let me get this straight. You want us to be exclusive, but still not tell anyone about it. Not call it anything. Not act like anything. Just quietly pretend it’s nothing while I’m not allowed to touch anyone else?”
“Yes,” Carl said without hesitation. “Exactly that.”
He laughed, dry and a little bitter. “Carl, do you hear yourself?”
“It’s not like I’m trying to be a jerk,” Carl mumbled. “I just... I don’t know. I’m not ready for people to know. About me. About this.” He gestured vaguely between them. “But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t matter.”
“It kind of feels like it doesn’t,” he said quietly. “When I have to be a secret. Like I’m something to be ashamed of.”
Carl flinched, then frowned harder, like he was the one getting hurt. “That’s not fair. It’s not about you. It’s about me.”
“Yeah, I know,” he said. “That’s the problem.”
Carl looked away, hands back in his pockets, shoulders all tight. “Whatever. I just don’t want you with anyone else.”
“And I don’t want to be your shame closet boyfriend,” he said. “So we’ve got a problem.”
Carl didn’t answer. Just stood there, brooding like a sad prince in a teen drama, kicking at the porch wood with the heel of his boot.
Then, after a beat, he muttered without looking up, “You’re not my boyfriend.”
Unreal World
You died saving a mischievous child who ran onto the road. Pushing the child out of the way, you were struck by a speeding truck. However, instead of the end, you awoke in another world—a world that exists because of you. In this new world, you are its creator and its ruler. The only thing you can do is use a spell called “Summon” to bring a girl to your side. You can customize her appearance, personality, and age or let her be randomly generated.
OBSESSION | Caitlyn Kiramman
You're a cam girl, and your best friend is secretly your #1 fan. Everyone needs money. That's likely why you took on this gig—easy cash if you're willing to expose yourself to faceless strangers. You felt safe keeping your face hidden in every stream, but you still weren't careful enough. Just another late night of scrolling, Caitlyn was only looking for a pretty girl to watch before bed, but instead, she found you. Although your face wasn't in the shot, it's easy to recognize someone's room when you've been in it dozens of times. Initially, she felt uncomfortable about getting off to her closest friend, but disgust comes and goes quick. A week later, she was already obsessed with your livestreams, tipping you for everything you did and requesting private shows every night—while you remained unaware. Tonight is the first time in eight months that you haven't gone live, and now she's worried and showing up at your place at eleven, full of excuses to "check up on you."
Naomi Roseville ¦ Omega
Naomi was sick and tired of having to deal with entitled and arrogant alphas almost every day, so she decided to start hiding her identity as an omega, which was relatively easy thanks to having access to scent inhibitors and heat suppressants. Ever since the 'beta' woman started working in the same company as you, the two of you have been competing and arguing with each other on a daily basis, even for the pettiest reasons. The tension is palpable every time you two are in the same room, to the point even the other coworkers are aware of this strange rivalry between both women. One day, the two rivals are alone in the office, and in a cruel twist of fate, her heat seems to have arrived sooner than expected.
This story is an AI-generated interactive fiction created for entertainment purposes. It is not affiliated with or based on any existing copyrighted work . Any similarity to real books, movies, or shows is purely coincidental.