#I’ve seen some take where people mix them together

[w3ndytheraccoon]

Oh hey btw, while I enjoy The Manwhore AU as a silly thing, I hope people do realised it would be very toxic and a very much Circe, if not Calypso situation, in canon, which is NOT cool.

Enjoying this AU as crack is good (since all party are fine, if not slightly disgruntled with it as far as I can tell) but it’s a very slippery slope and someone might take what you say the wrong way or you might unintentionally imply something you didn’t realised you did, so be careful and remember to separate it from the actual musical and Odyssey !

(Especially the Odyssey. Gods know Odyssey!Odysseus got enough (false) shit already for Kirke and Kalypso)

[celaenaeiln]

in like a one person gets one, who would dicks soulmate (platonic or not idk) be? i’ve asked this to several ppl and the answers are usually wally, donna, or jason though i’ve seen some ppl say slade, roy, and bruce.

Anon your ask has literally been haunting me at night. I thought I knew the answer but then you hit me with a Donna!! But between Bruce and Donna, I can't decide so I'll just present a case for both.

Bruce

Bruce and Dick are soulmates on a cosmological scale. The DC universe ordained them to always find each other because they're quite literally a fated pair.

Batman: Legends of the Dark Knight Issue #23

Bruce: The only regret is that I'm out there alone. It felt good having someone at my back, being part of a team...but no sense wasting time wishing for something I'll never have.

Dick: He's cool, dad...d'you think we'll ever see him when we play Gotham?

The universe literally brings them together no matter the circumstances.

Convergence Issue #4

"The bond between you and Bruce Wayne echoes in every reality."

I don't think there's any stronger evidence for Dick and Bruce being soulmates than this.

But if that's still not enough I have more-

The Multiversity: Guidebook

In Bruce's world he lost Dick and in Dick's world he lost Bruce, but still in the end they somehow find each other. In every universe that has Batman, if someone is his partner it's always Dick.

In the medieval ages world-

Batman: Dark Knight of the Round Table Issue #1

The world of "A Christmas Carol" with Ebenezer Scrooge -

Batman: Noël

In a world where Bruce is a doctor at Arkham -

The Batman of Arkham

Dick is always there as his second.

Here's another interesting but depressing fact: In worlds where Dick Grayson has died as Robin, Bruce Wayne has never taken in another Robin.

This is because on top of the fact that Dick and Bruce as fated to meet, Dick means the entire world for Bruce. Like sometimes Bruce will come across a case with a child involved and the first thing he'll think about is Dick.

Batman: City of Madness Issue #2

Bruce's mind and life is literally consumed by Dick Grayson on a cosmologically spiritual level.

Donna

Donna is Dick's soulmate on a twin-sister spiritual level. Dick and Bruce are two halves of a whole, yin and yang. Dick and Donna though are one person. Their relationship is like taking paint and mixing it together to get something new. Like in those comics where two people look at each other and there's a "zing!" and suddenly it's an instant connection. That's them.

Titans (2016) Special 1

additionally:

Titans (2016) Special 1

New Titans (1988) Issue #89

Dick and Donna have no secrets. They're like a jigsaw puzzle, their pieces fall right into place.

He's always there for her-

The New Teen Titans (1980) Issue #38

They're so special and integral to each other that when an evil witch erases Donna from everyone's memories, there is only one focal point for her. One focal person for her throughout the years. Even though he doesn't remember her, Dick literally goes back in time with his future daughter Mar'i to help Donna, his soul-sister-

The Titans (1999) Issue #25

In every. single. moment of Donna's past Dick appears again and again to comfort her and be her pillar from Robin to civies to Nightwing. In the "Who is Donna Troy" Arc, as the story goes from the origins of Donna to the present, it becomes very clear that Dick is her centerpoint.

They're the definition of soulmates.

She knows him better than anyone else and he knows her. She even had him walk her Donna the aisle for her wedding. He was given that honor because of who they are to each other.

Tales of the Teen Titans Issue #42

I...

just-

Tales of the Teen Titans Issue #50

to love like that...

They're made for each other.

[shellbells-things]

I’ve seen a lot of discourse over the Jikook Car Convo. I think on the surface, it sent mixed signals. But if you think about what you know about Jikook and how important being together is to them…there might be a different way to look at it. Jungkook started off by saying something about how they were supposed to have a drink together (code for hang out), but didn’t …and it went on from there. And that’s where people got hung up at. I have a perspective on this based on a recent experience of my own.

Recently, my daughter and I decided to take a trip to Disney World because I had a business trip down there anyway. (Adult Disney is a blast btw. Great food, drinks, Epcot, Disney Springs, etc). On the car trip down we talked a mile a minute. During the trip we ate and drank and hung out. So fun! We literally said the words “it’s been so long since we’ve been able to just hang out. We haven’t gone anywhere fun together in a while. We’ve been so busy with work and just life in general. I’m glad we are taking time out to have some fun!” Interestingly….my daughter lives with me. I see her every day. But the trip was fun time spent together, not just the day-to-day stuff. We weren’t two ships passing in the night, two ultra busy people who work, eat, sleep and repeat. We were in the moment, having fun together, no distractions! (Yes, It’s a mom/daughter relationship instead of a couple relationship, but still. Spending quality FUN time together to nurture a relationship is important!)

I wonder if Jikook, who have since confirmed that they saw each other during that time (but clearly not enough)….meant that they hadn’t been taking much needed down time with each other, hadn’t been able to step out for some drinks or other fun for a while because they’ve both had opposing schedules and have just been so busy. I felt like Jungkook was sort of admonishing Jimin for being too busy to have fun…but then admitted that he had also been too busy…that if it wasn’t for deciding to MAKE TIME and take this trip, they might have just continued being too busy to prioritize quality time with each other. Then he said “You’re here. Finally”. Like that boy breathed a sigh of RELIEF!

That’s what I think this convo meant. Its NOT that they didn’t see each other, because I’m betting they saw each other all of the time, but that they didn’t make time to have fun with JUST each other like they usually do.

And here’s the deal. You don’t end up going on MORE trips, saying you want to do a travel show together until your fifty, and enlisting together where you will be together every single day for 18 months….with someone you were not close with and never saw prior to this convo. You don’t go from “no longer close” to this 👇 in a day.

Nope. So I think the car convo was them sort of lamenting that they had been so busy and had made the mistake of not taking the time for each other that they deserved. Listen, Jikook are normal humans who love each other, but let their crazy busy schedule get in the way. Very unusual for them I think. But they finally said ENOUGH, and decided to make time, steal time, whatever, just to prioritize themselves as a unit. I loved the show. I saw lots of domestic moments, lots of fun/giggly moments, some 👀 and 🫣 moments….but most of all, I saw happiness. I saw love. And THAT makes me happy. So anyone that says Jikook aren’t close or that they don’t love each other….pfft. 🙄

[burreauxsworld]

Locked In (1) | Joe Burrow

Joe Burrow x Singer!Reader

Exboyfriend!joshallen x Exgirlfriend!reader

•••

Being in the spotlight isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Yeah, there’s glitz and glamour and getting to live out your dream you’ve had since you were a little girl, but deep down you’re still human, with normal human emotions. Emotions that are completely normal, even when people tell you to never show them. You honestly were doing so well considering the circumstances you were left with. A completely shattered heart, an album that had just dropped (full of love songs written about the person that shattered your heart), and a sold out stadium tour that would take place over the entire summer. You were thriving. Slowly but surely, your heart mended itself back together every time you took the stage. Nothing could stand in your way.

Then football season rolled around and people started noticing that you weren’t in your normal spot, in a suite at Highmark Stadium. Supporting the man you believed you would spend the rest of your life with. Even had the ring to prove it. But it all came crashing down the night you walked in on him in bed with his ex from college. It absolutely crushed you. Especially because Josh Allen seemed like the perfect guy. He treated you well, showed you off in public, spoke about you in post-game interviews, the whole nine yards. You never would have saw this coming in a million years. But it did, and it felt like the worst day of your life.

Pre season wasn’t too bad, people just assumed you were busy. Then week one came and you still weren’t there, and people started to question things. Headlines quickly made their way into the world, it was mentioned in sports news all over the country, and you and Josh had started to trend on Twitter. It was all mixed feelings. Mostly just men that were happy to see you go, the women tearing Josh down, and some fans that were devastated about the split. You never commented on the topic. You figured you’d let it die down, and at some point it would be addressed in a normal adult way.

Josh had other plans.

He’d gone on a podcast for barstool sports, and when asked about the topic he didn’t shy away from lying to the entire world. “We both have pretty busy lives. She was going to be starting her tour and didn’t really have a lot of time on her hands. There’d be times where she’d go days without reaching out to me. I just couldn’t live that way anymore”

You were dumbfounded. Completely and utterly baffled. “Brittany and I reconnected last season when we played the Chiefs. It had been such a long time since I’d seen her. We kept in touch. But assure you, there was no crossover. I’d never even think about cheating on a woman”

Blow number two. The cheating had went on far longer than you’d realized, and right under your nose. You were too busy catching up with Taylor Swift in the suite to notice that your fiancé met up with his ex. “I think I’m the happiest I’ve been in a while. I can’t speak for Y/N but I can honestly say for myself that I checked out of that relationship a year before it ended. I could not physically live that way anymore”

You couldn’t watch anymore. You powered your phone off and threw it to the end of your couch. Tears streaming down your face, your heart feeling like it shattered all over again. He’d just proposed to you in July of last year, the two of you started planning your wedding for the off season. It was all a lie.

You thought about retaliating. Putting him on blast the same way he did you, but that wouldn’t make you feel better. At this point, you weren’t sure what would make you feel better, but you knew you couldn’t be sad over him anymore. You needed to pick yourself back up.

•••

2 days later

You laughed hysterically as you threw your head back. When you realized your management team wasn’t laughing with you, you slowly stopped laughing. “Oh you guys are serious?” You question, dumbfounded. “Absolutely not. I’m not stepping foot into another football game for the rest of my life” you say firmly. “Y/N, it’s just to sing the national anthem, and then you can leave. You don’t have to stay for the entire game” your manager, Ryan, tells you with hope in his voice.

“And what reason am I going to give the media for leaving? That I was a heartbroken little child so I couldn’t stay? That’ll do more harm than good and you know it” you rant, letting out a sigh. “I don’t have a choice, do I?” You question, and put your head down when Ryan makes a face.

“It’s out of my hands. The record label won’t produce your album if you say no”

“When and where?” You say, reluctantly. “Sunday, October 6th, and in Cincinnati. This is the first AFC North divisional. There will be a lot of viewers and attendees already but you singing the national anthem would raise those numbers. The NFL is paying you very well to do this, plus you have a private suite with your name on it if you would like to stay,” Ryan explains, not tearing his eyes from you. He knew how hard this would be for you. He hated even having to ask you to do this.

“I’ll be there. But only because the future of my album rides on this. The NFL literally makes me sick to my stomach right now” you rant, rolling your eyes. “You can’t let one guy deter you from your passion of football. You loved football even before he who shall not be named. Besides, I will be there the entire time, and so will Megan. Megan is kick ass at what she does. All this Voldemort nonsense is gonna be put behind us. Clean slate, Y/N/N” Ryan assures you, and you crack a smile. “Voldemort?” You question.

“Oh yeah, he sucks. He’s lucky you’re giving him the grace that you are, and that you held me back from beating his ass that night” Ryan rants, and you laugh. Grateful that not only is he your manager, but one of your best friends. “But seriously, I’ll be there, next to you the entire day. And a little birdie told me you have some fans on the Bengals. Who knows, you may find a hotter guy that’ll be an upgrade from shit-for-brains” Ryan teases, and you scoff.

“I doubt it. I’ve sworn off athletes. Especially ones that play professional football”

“You say that now,” Ryan winks as he leaves the room, and you roll your eyes, yet again.

•••

Sunday October 6th, 2024

You heard the whispers as you walked past people. The judgmental comments about you neglecting your relationship, how you were the reason for its demise. The awful things people were saying about you, and screaming at you, almost made you want to crawl into a hole and never come out. The worst ones, were the looks of sympathy you got from the women in the stadium. You knew you shouldn’t have agreed to this.

“Ryan, I don’t know if I can do this. They all hate me” you stress, and he’s already shaking his head at you. “They don’t hate you-“

“Slut!”

“Seriously?” You say, with a flat tone. “Okay, so some macho men are just mad that you’re here. Who cares? Y/N, your career is literally riding on this”

“I can get a new label” you retort and Ryan sighs. “Y/N, you got this. You’ve literally dealt with so much worse than this-“

“Y/N, you’re on in 10” an NFL official says, walking past the two of you. You feel like your throat is closing up. There’s a lump that wouldn’t go away. In all the years you’ve been performing for big crowds, this one had you nervous. “Josh turned me into a social pariah when it comes to the NFL. He literally blamed me for everything, Ryan. I shouldn’t be here” you rant, tears brimming your eyes. “You absolutely deserve to be here. And for what it’s worth, I wouldn’t have been upset if you spoke your truth. Damage control is my job, let me worry about that. You just go out there and sing your heart out” another voice chimes in, and you turn your head to see Megan, your publicist.

“It’s time,” Ryan says. “Y/N, keep your head held high. You can do this. I’ll be right over on the Bengals sideline waiting for you to finish” Ryan assures you, as the three of you walk toward the opening to the field. Here goes nothing.

•••

After The Game

You should’ve known that staying at the game would mean Ryan would convince you to go to the after party. Although the game ended in a Ravens win, the team still seemed to be in good spirits. A lot of them were actually a lot of fun to be around. You were originally invited by Ja’Marr Chase, who made a point to come up to the suite and invite you personally. Letting you know that he and a few other guys were big fans, though part of you thinks he was just being nice.

You came in and conversed with him and a few other guys before making your way to the bar, then to an empty booth in the corner of the room. Ryan was mingling with some of the coaches and Megan decided not to attend the party, so you were pretty much left to your own devices. You nursed your dirty shirley as you scrolled through twitter. A lump forming in your throat at the harsh things being said about you.

“You really shouldn’t look at that stuff. I’ve learned that the hard way”

Your head snapped up at the sound of the unfamiliar voice, as the couch dipped next to you. “I hope this seat isn’t taken, though you’ve been sitting by yourself for the last half hour. Not that I was watching like a creep. I promise. I just got tired of standing at the bar” the deep voice rambled. “You’re okay. The seats not taken” you say, a small smile gracing your features.

“I’m just not very popular at the moment” you admit, taking another sip of your drink. “You played really well today, by the way. If you ask me, the Bengals had that in the bag” you say, changing the subject and he scoffs. “Always room for improvement,” he says, sipping his drink. “I’m Joe, by the way” he says, extending his hand to you.

“Y/N,”

“And since we’re voicing opinions, you didn’t deserve to be dragged down in the media. I’m not sure what actually happened, and by no means am I asking you to tell me, but I think it should have stayed private. Josh seemed like a nice guy, but that was a low blow” Joe says, not looking at you, as he yet again sips his drink. You frowned at the mention of Josh, and sank back against the couch. “Thanks, I guess,” you mutter, bringing your glass up to your lips. Joe looks over at you, and mentally face-palms.

“I’m so sorry. I overstepped. I shouldn’t have commented on something I know nothing about,” he says, a sense of urgency in his tone. “I literally came over here with liquid courage, with the intention of getting to know you and I fucked it up by bringing up your ex. I’m such an idiot” Joe rants, leaning back against the couch. You look over at him, a strange feeling in your stomach.

“Joe, it’s okay. You were trying to make conversation-“

“But I could’ve asked like what your favorite color is, not brought up your ex” Joe says, internally beating himself up. “It’s yellow” you answer, and he looks over at you confused. “My favorite color is yellow” you say, and he smiles. “Let’s start over. I’m Y/N Y/L/N,” you say, extending your hand with a smile.

“I’m Joe Burrow. It’s nice to meet you, Y/N”

[tizeline]

I’ve never seen a separated au with Leo being raised by big mama, what do you think that would be like? (Since he’s kinda rebellious)

For the record, there are AUs where Leo's been raised by Big Mama, the ones I know of are Gemini AU by tangledinink and True Colors AU by v-albion. I'm not super familiar with either of them, but they're there if you wanna check them out.

That being said-

LEO being raised by BIG MAMA omg I have THOUGHTS

Listen, I don't see enough people compare Leo to Big Mama, but he's quite similar to her. Splinter and BM never got a kid together, BUT IF THEY DID that kid would literally be Leo he's basically just a fusion of the two of them!!

As I've mentioned several times before because I love bringing it up, Leo is strategic, quick-witted, observant and good at talking. In the show (as well as in my own AU) Leo's strengths aren't really recognized, let alone aknowledged for a big portion of the story. Because of that, for a long time he doesn't really get the chance to develop these skills, as much potential Leo has to become a master planner his impulsiveness and inexperience has a tendency to get him into trouble.

BUT! All of these skills also happen to be skills that Big Mama has and would value in Leo. So if he were to actually have to opportunity to not only be raised by BM but also trained by her for his entire life. If he got to properly learn strategy, planning, manipulation...?

... Holy shit Leo would be terrifying.

Think about it, canon!Leo managed to out-smart BM in Many Unhappy Returns without any real experience, just imagine what he could do with a whole life-time of training.... yikes!

Not sure what exactly Big Mama and Leo's relationship would look like. In my opinion she would view him as her son and love him dearly, especially if she knew that he's Splinter's biological son.... it's just that BM has interesting ways of showing affection. ("The love of my life just proposed to me?? Great! I'm gonna lock him up in my gladiator fighting ring for the rest of eternity!") She'd at the very least be quite controlling, I imagine.

As you pointed out, Leo can be quite rebellious, so that mixed with Big Mama's obsessive need to be in complete control of everyone around her would certainly cause some tension. Actually... considering how clever Leo would be in this AU... uh oh.

All of these qualities that BM initially appreciated and encouraged in Leo, what if, as Leo became more and more capable, Big Mama started to eventually view them in a more negative light? If she feels like she's loosing control over Leo, if she interprets Leo's rebellion as not just a normal teenage need for independence but rather him malicously working against her. What if she starts viewing him not as an asset or as a tool, but rather a threat?

If BM has reason to believe that Leo might try to overthrow her and take control over her criminal empire, she might take preemptive action and get rid of him before he has the chance to get rid of her.... Not like murder-get-rid-of, I don't think she'd just kill him, lol! But like lock him up, maybe throw him into the Battle Nexus, I dunno. Anything that would allow her to remain in control of both him and her business.

As for Leo, maybe he would actually try to overthrow BM. Considering he was raised by a literal mafia boss, his moral compass is gonna be a bit wack. Maybe Leo's desire for control over himself would cause him to try to seize control over his mother's business. Oooooorrrrr maybe Leo just wants some independance but doesn't actually want to compete with BM, so when she interprets his actions and behavior as malicious he's not prepared for that at all and, as a result, is more than a little hurt that his own mother would take such extreme actions against him. Who knows?

Hhhhhhh there's a lot of fun posibilities here but MAN I'm not really in the mood to work on an entirely new AU. Maybe I'll create some art for it I dunno, this concept is really fun, but I'm not gonna turn this into a proper Thing, so if anyone else wanna steal this concept and explore it for themselves, feel more than free to do that!

[wings-of-fire-confessions]

Alright let’s talk about the fandom. Seriously.

Immaturity and bad takes are impossible to avoid since this is literally a book for pre to post teens, a lot of older people either love or grew up with it, but have left because of the loud majority of minors. This post is mostly for those younger people, so keep that in mind.

I’ll just say this real quick, if you’re 12 and under. Get off, it’s truly for your own safety you shouldn’t even be online, be patient and wait, it will be worth it I promise. Young minds should definitely NOT be interacting with this fandom at all.

These books and the fandom means a lot to me, and to see it on fire breaks my heart, so here I propose some temporary solutions and suggestions:

Draw people’s ocs! No matter how off cannon or op they may be, this fandom is full of children and a little kindness can go a long way

Encourage nuance, I know it’s not our job to parent the kids who are left abandoned on the internet, but I think it’s important to understand where these kids are coming from. Learning is hard for some but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be held accountable for your actions. Differing opinions might be trivial to some who grew up in an echo chamber of the same views as them, so take a mindful approach of sharing new ideas, don’t just say “This idea is correct and because you don’t think it is you’re wrong”.

Positivity and kindness. This one is very important, you need to listen to one another and give everyone a chance to speak, there are so many diverse people across the fandom and we all just want to enjoy our dragons. Ruining the fun by harassing innocent people is not okay, relax a bit and step back, this is all just a series about a fictional species with rules that can be easily bent for fan content, everyone is having fun together, and you can either watch, partake, or ruin it.

I think that’s all I have to say for now, I just love psychology and growing minds are fascinating to me, I love children with all of my heart (not like that) and it’s upsetting to see them fighting with each other or getting dog piled by older people! Please, this fandom has to be way more mindful of it wants to continue, minors in fandoms are unavoidable but you can easily make 16-18+ servers or groups.

With that being said, I genuinely love you all and I wish to see this thrive, continue doing your art, your writing, or whatever the hell you do, I’ve seen so much amazing mixed media projects about these dragons and it makes me so happy that people are sharing this stuff with the world. I love you artists, fellow fandom siblings, and to all else who reads this, have a good day/night 💖

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[jocelynscrazyideas]

Right here? Right now? | Jack Hughes x Reader

Warnings: SMUT!!! Language, breeding kinks, unprotected, alcohol.

Summary: Jack has this incredible idea to have some extra fun at Jesper’s house at a party.

A:N- idk if this has been done, but I thought it was fun!!! Lmk if you’ve seen something similar (sorry)

* . °•★|•°∵ ∵°•|☆•° . *

Today is December 31, New Year’s Eve. Jesper decided to throw a party to celebrate with the team. Some of us couldn’t make it, but we did party all night. Most of the couples came, and Nico, Luke, and John came as solos.

“We should hit body shots!” Nico insists, obviously I back away from the conversation. I’m wearing a red lacy thong underneath my black leggings, I have a matching bralette lying in between my skin and Jack’s grey navy hoodie. Not to mention the fact I’m like the most insecure person on the room.

I step back into the couch that sits in Nicole’s and Bratter’s living room. I lay on my back lying flat across a piece of the white couch. “You gonna try?” John walks over to me. He sets his cup of beer onto the coffee table in the middle of the sitting area. He scooches over to me and lets me rest my head on his lap.

“No. I’m really tired.” I announce as I rest my hands and let John play with my hair. “You coming baby?” Jack walks over to us.

“no. I’m exhausted from our day today.” I responded to jacks question.

John and I have known eachother from our days in Pittsburg. I’ve followed him down to Jersey, he’s like a brother to me.

~

If he hurts you, y/n, I’ll make sure he’ll know not to do it again.

~

I mean that’s what John said the first time I told him that Jack and I are going out.

“Please! I want to body shot. I don’t what to do it with Nico, or Luke. Sure as hell not John.” Jack says as he points around the kitchen towards the guys. John picks my head up and walks over to the group of boys.

“Now it’s just you and me.” Jack whined. “You can say it. Just tell me if you don’t want to do it. Just letting you know, it’s gonna look wierd if we don’t do it.” Jack jolts at me. I sit up letting his head resting on my shoulder. I wrap my arm around his back and I lift my legs to cross them over his legs.

I kiss jacks cheek, “well if it makes you happy, I can get up there and do it.” I let go of jacks body and start over to the counter.

I hope ontop of the cold granite and lay flat on my back. Jack walks over and pushes through the crowd and rolls down my leggings. He reveals my belly button and he sets a small lemon ontop of my belly, he pushed my top up until you can see my bra.

Luke hands him a bag of leftover crushed jolly rancher mixed with sour patch kids smashed together. Jack sprinkled a little bit in between my breast. My cleavage slips jacks fingers inside letting him spread a bit. He sets a fireball in my mouth and he backs up, looking at his masterpiece from afar.

The party goes silent as people turn down the music and record. “10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5-“

The count down starts for the new year! Jack walks up to me. He rolls his sleeves up from his own hoodie and sets his hat down. “-3-2-“

Jack takes the small lemon from my bellybutton and squeezes it into his mouth. He licks my abdomen from any crumbs that spilt on my torso. His warm wet tounge slips between my breasts and he takes all of the candy onto his tounge. The sourness hits him as he clings to me shoulder. With no hands, Jack takes the fireball from my mouth and takes the shot into his own.

He grabs me to pull me up. He walks over to where he set his beer last. He sips on his cooled drink and hands it to Nico.

“Yeah, goodluck trying tonight! She’s not letting you get anywhere near her. Especially at Bratters house.” Nico chirps at Jack. Jack smiles and walks away.

“I know, and I still am gonna try.” Jack holds his eye contact on my boobs as I pull down my hoodie from our fun event.

I laugh out, maybe I should let him try to buy me in. “Okay, go ahead.” I say and I hold jacks chin, and pull his mouth to my ear letting him whisper into me. He kisses my check before starting.

“I got like really- like really hard, I’m horny- I’m like REALLY , really turned on. Y/n please. Don’t make me beg.” Jack holds my left ass check in his right hand and he holds my back- right under my shoulder blades with his left hand.

He swaddles me in his hold for a minute as he prances around the room. We dance to the music, “it’s a new year anyway, we can celebrate!” Jack convinces me. He slides his right hand into my leggings discreetly and he pulls at my thong. He lets go as he lets it slap into my skin.

“Baby, I can’t wait any longer.” Jack pulls away from our hug that lasted like five-ish minutes. He runs towards Jesper.

“hey, um- I’m gonna need that guest room okay? And don’t let other people walk in, me and y/n are going through it. She’s really tired and I wanna stay so keep the music loud enough where you can’t hear us aguribg.” Jack sets our story up. Knowing Jesper, he already knows that Jack is trying to get in my pants. Jack walks around with his dick pressing against his pants whenever he sees me.

I whisper in his ear before he runs away with me, “seriously? Right here?” I judge him, he doesn’t care.

He takes my hand and runs into the room Jesper sets up for the party people- well Jack requested one, he always does this.

~

Jack throws me onto the bed, “legs.” He commands, I’m the only WAG that’s not wearing a sexy dress. I don’t need to impress anyone, Jack is the only one who’s seen me, and will probably be getting it.

I slides off my leggings and let him take off the rest of my clothes. He leaves my bra on, he takes my legs and sets them up. He moves my thing to the side. I’m already really wet.

“Wow, either you peed, or you really are horny.” Jack devilishly looks up from my pussy.

“No, you’re the one who’s horny, I just got off of my period.” I correct him. He’s never right, and I’m never wrong. “Fine, so that means your ovulating? Right?” Jack giggles as he stuffs a finger into my hole. He gets up licks his finger and locks the door.

He comes back and I’m already dry.

“You took to long.” I angrily reply to Jacks confused face. Jack jumps down onto his knees as I scorch up to the head of the bed. I hid a pillow between the wall and the headboard. I open my legs and throw off my underwear.

I unclip my bra and Jack tears it off my chest. He beds me down, my ass in his face, he lays down on his back as I sit ontop of this face. He moans as he takes me in. I start to jump on him. I feel like I’m going to cum, so I get up from him sucking inside of me, the suction form his mouth and my pussy breaks and I turn around.

Climbing into Jack, I face his hard dick, and he faces my very wet cunt again. “Again?” Jack gets annoyed. “Yes, you’re getting special treatment as well.” I pull onto his dick.

I play with his balls bad start taking his tip into my mouth. He lifts his hips up, the bdeige of his back lifted, my naked body lying on his bare skin. He licks my pussy out, cleaning every droplet of cum, and creating more. I do the same, except jack dumps everything at the same time.

“Excited, hey?” I tease him, Jack hits his nose into my bud. I realse more than ever and white juice spill onto jacks face. I get up finishing Jack.

~jacks pov~

Liftibg my hips, my shaft still in her mouth I thrust my dick into her throat, almost feeling her tonsils. I feel her tounge massaging every bit of my skin. My tip almost reaching to her stomach at this point I cum. I can feel her swallowing, impressive.

I pull a special on her as I hide my nose into her pussy, what a slut, a slut only for me.

She arrives and finishes on my face, dumping every ounce of fluid onto my face. I make her lick me clean and I lick her creases dry, leaving her actual holes wet, awaiting for her king to touch her.

“Baby, you can take it can’t you?” I ask her, out of breath already I stand up, I push her down onto her back, in missionary I fall into her. Spreading her legs I grab one and throw it over my shoulder.

Grabbing an extra pillow, I fold it stuffing it under her hips, allowing me to hit her G-Spot. She moan out, the music draining all of her cry’s. She ccleched her pussy onto my dick, closing all of the possible gaps. No air is filling her holes, noting but our cums bonding together, and my cock filling her vagina.

~ur pov~

He stuffs every inch of his cock into me. Jack talks me through it:

“Breathe for me.”

“Come for me, I can’t keep hitting you.”

“You’ve taken it before.”

“You’re such as little whore.”

“Slut”

“I love you.”

“You feel so good”

“You so tight.”

*moaning*

Jack is a horny person, and that’s his personality, I love him for it. He grips I to me and finally finishes his love for me. He pulls out belong up with the inside of his hoodie.

He slides his clothes back on and helps me up, he clings to my side as we head back to the party. My hair is frizzy, the perfect curls that I trwiled in a hot tool for hours are ruined, my shirt is crinkled. My makeup is messy, and I have red bits makes everywhere. Jack just seems out of breathe. But he’s a pretty boy, and he’ll get anything he wants.

We pretend like nothing happened. The party ended when John decided to body shot on Nico- not licking his abs, or taking the shot class for his mouth but performing a dance for us and eating a lemon with eachother. I drove John home and made sure he got to bed alright, by the time we got home Jack was sleeping and Luke had to help me carrru him in the house.

I guess there is no part two to our fun tonight.

[littlewigglers]

Okay I’ve never asked on tumblr but I just found your page and I’m OBSESSED!!! I want to get/make a Vivarium/bioterrarium for millipedes and isopods and I can’t WAIT!! Please please if you have any advice at all, I’d love to hear it! Where to get supplies, the buggies themselves, how to handle them, what do you do if they get sick, how much space to they need for how many there are, etc? Your buggy babies are so cute!!

First off thank you! I love all my little guys as well <3

I ramble kinda a lot so I'll put this under a read more.

For advice I'm still very much a novice when it comes to keeping but I'll tell you what I can!

For tanks I got my glass ones second hand or ones made my the store I buy used to buy my millipedes from, you'd be surprised how cheap you can get a nice big one! For Acrylic THESE are the ones I've had the best luck with not warping BUT they sometimes have kinda blurry parts on the plastic, but still I'd say good for the price if you can't afford glass. I tape up some of the ventilation holes to keep more moisture in.

For soil that ISN'T bought from a specialist stores(Sometimes I can't afford it) I use Peat free compost, paired with leaves and rot wood I buy off ebay stores that sell bug/reptile products, I mix them together with some water and leave them in a tub for 1 week to soften up the leaves. Some people go out and get their own leaves and wood but I'm not really in an area to do that so I can't give advice on that. It's important to keep it moist BUT NOT WET!

Heat mat! You want one to put on the SIDE of the tank and not under it, just one would be enough. I have a timer plug for mine so they're on a few hours a day on and off all day. If you REALLY wanna spoil them then I've seen a few people use reptile headlamps.

For moss and plants I again just buy it off ebay in sheets and give it a cheap over to make sure there are no hitchhikers on it before I put it in the tank. It needs watered and looked after for a while for it to take to the tank. Carpet moss is mostly for looks while sphagnum moss is used to keep moisture in areas and should be water/sprayed often. I have a little fern plant in my tank rn they seem to leave alone. I know a lot of people use fake plants as well for decor!

You should make a point to put a little temp and humidity monitor in your set-ups as well. The special reptile ones can be expensive so I just but the little ones you put in rooms and have had no issues with them.

Don't forget to give them hides! Cork wood/bark or coconut shells are nice and cheap. You can also use man made items just make sure they can handle the moisture and aren't made of anything toxic to your new friends. Also give them little sticks and things to climb up on. Just make sure the lid is secured so they can't escape.

For food I just use kitchen scraps like carrot peel, cucumber, apples and melon, give them a cuttlefish bone and some dried tiny shrimps in small amounts once a week or so, but you can also use fish flacks instead. But remember! Leaf litter and rot wood is meant to be their main diet for most species.

For the millipedes I would recommend Ivory millipedes as a good starter one, they're lovely in colour and are often up top, hardy as well, and usually you can get them captive bred which I've had much higher survival rates with vs wild caught. For each species you'll have to look up their needs yourself though, there isn't a 100% catch all set up for all species. Woodlice/isopods I'd suggest dairy cows as they're lovely and also very easy to get a hold of. I will say species of Armadillidium(roly poly/pill bugs) are my fave and I'm very biased and want 500 of them.

For handling just be gentle! I wear gloves in a lot of my videos but that because I've incredibly sensitive skin and can't stand soil under my nails. The worse they can do to you is them staining your skin(not all species), or give you a little nibble. Make sure if you're handling to wash your hands off BUT be careful what hand soaps you use! Wash hands after as well some can be toxic to bugs from what I've heard.

For tank size hmm that's hard, usually you want soil as deep as their body but that can be hard, 10-15cm is what I aim for my BIG boys and 7-10cm for my others, deeper is better but sometimes you'll also just never see them again! You'll want a tank at least a few times longer than your pets body or at least big enough for them to filly stretch out in if you get really big millipedes like giants and a 120cm tank is just kinda unrealistic haha.

I do not have a lot of advice for if they get sick sadly, it's kinda of hard to tell honestly and usually when you can it's too late. I would just say don't beat yourself up too much if some pass away sometimes bugs just do that especially if you don't know their history.

Where to get them depends on where you're from and what you want. A ton of reptile/specialist stores will have wild caught which isn't great but they will have the largest range of species and usually also sell all the stuff you need to tank care of them. Ebay is where I've gotten most of my captive bred and I just message people if I've questions about their bugs there.

I think that's everything I can think of,

Again I'm a big novice when it comes to bugs, @onenicebugperday and @crevicedwelling likely know way more than me, though idk if they're open to questions but they likely already have a lot of info on their blogs.

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Reader is at a beach party for her 21st birthday (at night), and her childhood bestie will Smith, the sj hockey player, not the actor. Will organizes her birthday party, inviting her friends and some hockey players.....one of them being THE connor bedard, sometime during the night Reader and connor chat, and she brings up how she still hasn't had a first kiss, so Connor, who is alrdy starting to rlly like her, gives her her first magical kiss....that's all thankyouuuuu

of course! 🫶 sorry for it taking forever!

“where are we, Will?” you ask, a mix of curiosity and nervousness in your voice. you sit in his car, eyes closed, trying to piece together where he’s taking you as you feel him park.

“y/n, calm down! i’m not going to kill you!” he says with a chuckle.

“maybe not purposely!” you shoot back crossing your arms. you hear his seat belt unbuckle and the car door open, then shut. even though this whole surprise thing has you uneasy, you trust him enough to keep your eyes closed. he’s been excited about this for weeks, so you play along, although you’re pretty sure it’s a surprise party.

a moment later, your door opens, and he takes your hand to help you out of the car. “come on.” he says, leading you forward.

“Will, if you let me fall, you’re not making it to this surprise alive.” you warn as you carefully follow him, feeling the ground under you shift.

“relax y/n.” he laughs, his grip steady on your hand. “i’ve got you.”

the ground turns soft beneath your feet, the air smells of salt water, and you can hear waves. a small smile creeps onto your face. “ohhh, we’re at the beach!”

“y/n! stop guessing!” Will protests, voice full of amusement. “you’re going to ruin it for yourself.”

you hear the crashing of waves and feel the warm air as he leads you closer. finally, he stops walking, and you hear him laugh softly.

“alright, y/n, open your eyes!”

you hesitate for a moment, feeling the anticipation build, before you finally open them.

“surprise!”

the word echoes around you, and you blink as your eyes adjust. a group of people stand in front of you, all smiling. there’s so many faces staring back at you— some you know, some you don’t. the sight of it all makes your eyes widen.

“happy birthday!” Will says proudly, pulling you into a hug. you laugh, wrapping your arms around him.

“do you like it? i planned you a party!” he says, pulling back to look at you, his face beaming with excitement.

you smile, still a little stunned. “i see that. i do like it, thank you!”

the beach is popping with activity— a large fire pit in the center of everyone, letting off a warm glow compared to the dark night sky. people mingle around the coolers and folding chairs set out. the laughter is a perfect mix with the beautiful beach scene.

after thanking Will again, you watch as he heads off to chat with macklin, one of your mutual friends. you take a moment to soak everything in before deciding to walk around and greet everyone.

that’s when you see him.

next to one of the coolers, there a blonde boy pouring himself a drink. he’s a good height, dressed nice, and there’s something about him that draws you in immediately. you're not 100% on what it is. however, you don’t think it’s just that you’ve never seen him before. you surprise yourself by wasting no time walking toward him. normally, you’d hesitate, but tonight, something about him makes you want to take the chance.

“hi!” you say with a smile.

he turns, and when his eyes meet yours, his smile grows. he sticks out his hand, a little awkwardly, but it’s endearing. “hi. nice to meet you. i’m connor.”

you shake his hand and return his smile. “nice to meet you too, connor. i’m y/n. thanks for coming.”

“oh, yeah. it’s no problem. my team’s playing the sharks soon so i’m in town right now ” he explains. then, as if remembering something, he adds, “happy birthday, by the way.”

“thank you,” you say, feeling your nerves ease as you both fall into a natural feeling conversation.

the minutes blur together as you talk, the energy of the party fading into the background. It’s just you and connor, your words flowing freely, until eventually, the alcohol in your systems begins to take hold, making you both a little bolder, a little closer.

“so ummm… do you—do you have a boyfriend?” he asks, his previous confidence faltering as the nerves start to creep back in.

“no! i haven’t ever even kissed a guy before!” you say, clearly not thinking about how embarrassed that would make you if it weren’t for the drinks in your system.

connor’s jaw drops instantly, eyes big and full of emotion. “you haven’t? how have you never kissed a guy before?”

you shake your head, shrugging like it’s not big deal. “i just haven’t.”

For a second, he stares at you, processing your answer. Then, before he can stop himself, he blurts out, “I can be your first kiss.”

truthfully, he knows he’ll probably look back on his boldness and cringe. regardless, he can’t help but label it as tomorrows problem and move on.

“really?!” you ask, your heart skipping a beat.

“uhhh yeah. i mean, i really like you so far. you’re great. it can be one of my birthday gifts to you.” he says, a bit more confidence in his tone now that he’s seen your giddiness about the idea.

your smile softens, whatever had you being crazy outgoing, immediately leaving as you turn shy. “okay. sure. i’d like that.”

connor smiles at your response, his eyes scanning your face for any sign of discomfort. “are you sure y/n?”

you nod almost immediately, your heart pounding in your chest. this could actually be the moment—your first kiss. “i’m sure connor.”

he nods, stepping closer, the space between you disappearing. he reaches up, brushing a piece of hair from your face, before letting his hand rest on your cheek, gently stroking it. the small gesture combined with the closeness sends shivers down your spine.

“alright.” he says softly, his voice steady but warm as his eyes lock with yours. “just tell me if you want me to stop.”

you can only bring yourself to nod again, your gaze fixed on his, lips slightly parted in anticipation. slowly, he leans in, giving you every opportunity to pull away—but of course you don’t.

the very second your lips connect, you suddenly understand all the cheesy descriptions about first kisses that take people’s breath away. everything around you completely fades. the kiss is soft and careful, giving you butterflies at how gentle he’s being with you. it’s obvious he’s savoring the moment—as are you. the faint taste of his drink lingers, only adding to the rush of it all.

when he pulls back, his face hovers close to yours, his breath warm against your skin. he looks at you like he’s trying to analyze every bit of your expression. “wow… you’re really good at that for someone whose never done it before.”

your cheeks flush, and you laugh softly, looking down for a moment. “thank you.”

connor grins, his earlier nerves replaced by something more natural and comforting. “also, just so you know, i didn’t just say that because i didn’t get you a real present. i got you a gift card!”

you let out a small laugh at him trying to unnecessarily clarify the situation like a dork. “you didn’t have to get me anything but thank you, connor. if you don’t mind, though… can we try that first gift out one more time?”

for a moment he looks genuinely confused. “what—you wanna go use the starbucks gift card right now?”

your smile falters slightly, as your advance goes right over his head.

“i’m joking.” he says, with an amused look in his eyes and a teasing grin. “we can try that out as many times as you want birthday girl.”

before you can even respond he’s pulling you back in for another incredible kiss.

i hope you like it! i got a little carried away with this one and it’s kinda of sort of really really really long! 😭 thank you for the request! i love writing for the boys who don’t usually get a lot of attention here on tumblr! <3

[https-harlow]

Mixed Emotions - Drunken Nights Out

Summary- A night out leads to something that Jack and Gabriella never thought would happen.

Warnings- Smut 18+ only

Also, thank you to @harlowcomehome for helping me with the smut!

The three weeks before Jack’s tour felt like the busiest three weeks in Gabriella’s life. Realistically, her final's week was ten times more stressful, but at least she didn’t have to deal with Jack during her finals.

She might have styled Jack for some events, but she wasn’t a stylist, so she didn’t know what she was doing. She spent the first two weeks putting as many outfits together as she could. Then the last week before tour was spent in Louisville at Jack’s parent’s house. Gabriella had told her parents that she was going to be in town, but they couldn’t change their plans to see her. Gabriella understood, but she also wanted her parents to put in the effort to see her sometimes, instead of it always being the other way around all of the time. 

Now they had been on tour for about 2 weeks, and ironically, even though this was the closest they had been since they were kids, it was also the best that they’ve ever gotten along. Part of it was because Jack was on his best behavior around her, wanting her to stay as long as possible so he didn’t have to find another stylist, and part of it was Gabriella getting to be a little bossy towards Jack.

A bigger part of it though was that Jack finally understood her a little bit more after their conversation when he asked her to be his stylist. He truly never realized all the pressure her parents put on her or the fact that if it wasn’t for his parents, she would have never had a parental figure there for her for most of her life.

They still had their moments, though. Right now, they weren’t speaking because Jack vetoed going to her favorite restaurant for dinner. Some could say this was petty on Gabriella’s side, and maybe it was, but their whole relationship was based off of random petty arguments. 

Gabriella was sitting on the tour bus, waiting for everyone else to finish taking showers at the venue. They were staying in the city overnight, but everyone decided to stay on the bus instead of booking hotels. Gabriella, on the other hand, was looking at booking a hotel room. She didn’t want people to think she thought she was better than them or anything, but being on a small tour bus was tough. Though the hotel across the street was looking better every second. Plus, they were staying in the city the next day, so if she was going to do it, this was her chance.

Urban was one of the first people back on the bus.

“Do you think people would be mad if I booked a hotel room?” Gabriella asked Urban.

“No? Why do you think people would be mad?” Urban asked.

“Because I don’t want to be seen as some rich girl who can’t handle being in a tour bus.”

“I think everyone will understand if you get a hotel room for the night. We’re used to this, you’re not, and that’s okay. We have a day off tomorrow, get the hotel room. I mean this in the nicest way possible, you’re a clean freak, I’m surprised you’ve made it this long on the bus,” Urban teased Gabriella.

“I am so not a clean freak,” She defended herself.

“When you lived with Jack and me for 2 weeks, you had the whole place cleaned in two days, I think that was the cleanest it’s ever been. Plus, I’ve seen your apartment. You even have all those plastic containers in your fridge.”

“That’s just being organized, not a clean freak. Plus, they are acrylic, not plastic.” Gabriella sighed, maybe Urban was right, not because of the plastic containers, but she was going to freak out if there was one more shirt left in the seating area of the bus. Everyone had a spot for their clothes, how was it that hers were always where they were supposed to be but no one else’s were.

She booked a room at the hotel across the street and by the time Jack was back on the bus she had her duffle bag packed with the things she would need for the night and next morning.

“Where are you going?” Jack asked Gabriella as he saw her bag.

“I booked a room at the hotel across the street for the night.”

“When?” 

“About 20 minutes ago.”

“Oh, well a bunch of us are going out tonight if you want to come.”

“You’re inviting me out?” Gabriella asked.

“Come on, I’m not an asshole. I’m not going to only exclude you. We’re just going to come club down the street, if you don’t want to come, you don’t have to.”

“Yeah, why not, I’ll come.”

Gabriella checked into her room before getting ready to go out, meeting everyone outside the bus. They all walked to the club, making her regret her choice of heels. Everyone immediately ordered their first round of drinks, practically taking them like shots. The last two weeks were a whirlwind and this was finally their first moment to relax.

Even though Gabriella said she was only going to have one drink and then go back to her hotel, she didn’t stop at one. Gabriella didn’t drink, let alone get drunk often, but she was beginning to learn how to control the amount of pressure she put on herself all the time. If she wanted to have a drink or get drunk occasionally, that was okay.

Gabriella slightly stumbled over to where Urban and Jack were.

“I think I’m going to go back now, I’ll text you when I get back,” Gabriella yelled at them over the music.

“You’re not going back by yourself,” Urban said, somewhat distracted by a girl but willing to ditch her to walk Gabriella back to her hotel.

“I’ll walk you back,” Jack said. “I was just about to go back to the bus anyway.” He said. Urban nodded, before turning back to the girl he was talking to. Gabriella would have been confused at why Jack was willing to leave and walk her back, but even she knew, when it came down to it, Jack did care about her being safe, he never hid that. 

Jack was a little less drunk than Gabriella, but still drunk. If it wasn’t for their giggles every time they stumbled or fell into each other, their walk would have been silent. Jack kept one arm around Gabriella, holding her, she was stumbling more than him because of the heels she was wearing.

Once they got to the hotel, they both stopped, unsure of what to do next.

“Do you want me to walk you up?” Jack asked and Gabriella nodded.

“Yeah, come hang out with me until everyone else gets back, then you can go to the bus,” She said with more enthusiasm than she’s ever had when talking about hanging out with Jack, turns out, if they are both drunk, they get along a lot better.

Jack followed Gabriella into the elevator, his hand making its way to her waist as she stepped inside. Something took over Jack, as he stood in front of Gabriella, he wanted to kiss her, so he did. He slowly backed her into the wall as she kissed him back. Her hand’s went to his curls, but she quickly pulled them away when the elevator door opened. They stood there awkwardly. Partly because they just got caught making out in the elevator, and also because she never pressed the button for her floor. As soon as they got out of the elevator, they broke out into giggles again as they walked to her room.

Gabriella pulled the hotel key card out of her purse, dropping it on the floor before picking it up and putting it in the scanner the wrong way.

“Have you always been this clumsy?” Jack chuckled to himself as he leaned into Gabriella, taking the card from her and flipping it over to the correct side to open the hotel room. Gabriella hiccuped as the door swung open, Jack quick on her heels as the door shut behind them. 

“You like it though,” she giggled as she started to undress. 

“Woah, wait! I’ll leave,” Jack covered his eyes with his forearm, making Gabriella giggle at his overdramatics. 

“The last thing I want is for you to leave,” Gabriella was a little more than tipsy, but she was conscious enough to know what she wanted and at this moment it was Jack. 

“Mean it?” Jack cocked his head to the side, eyeing Gabriella’s cleavage that sat perfectly in her lace bra. 

“Stay,” She looked up at him with big eyes and a pouty lip as she sat on her knees waiting for him to make a move toward her. 

Jack eagerly started to take off his shoes, stumbling over to the bed before he fumbled with the button on his pants, Gabriella giggled as she helped him get undressed, ripping some of the buttons off his dress shirt in a hurry. Jack took her face into his hands, as he crawled on top of her. He started placing sloppy wet kisses against Gabriella's collarbone, working his way up her neck. 

“I need you, I want you,” Gabriella moaned, throwing her head back. 

“What’s that Ella? I can’t hear you,” Jack teased, knowing the anticipation was making her more and more sexually frustrated, but he liked hearing her beg. 

“Don’t tease me,” Gabriella pawed at his neck, scratching him slightly with her nails as she aggressively kissed him, her free hand searching for his hard cock and taking it into her warm palm as she started to stroke it. 

Jack's breath became uneven as he became putty in her hands, babbling on about how he wouldn’t last much longer was music to her ears. 

She stood up from the bed and Jack moved closer to the headboard, lying on his back. His pupils were blown, a wild look in his eyes as Gabriella took off her bra and underwear, slowly giving him a strip tease. 

“Please,” Jack moaned, tugging on his own cock impatiently. His eyes were on her breasts, and he couldn’t take another moment of waiting. Gabriella couldn’t wait another moment, crawling toward him on the bed. She intertwined his fingers with hers, wanting to be the more dominant one in her approach. 

“Let me-“ he tried to interrupt, but she quieted him with a kiss, she knew he wanted to be in control, he always did with everything. 

“Give me a few minutes, and then we can switch positions” she whispered in his ear as she continued to ride him, his length stretching her to a comfortable size. 

It didn’t take long for Jack to convince her to switch positions, flipping them over so he was in control.

“I fucking hate you,” Gabriella told Jack, her words fueling his adrenaline as he continued to thrust his hips into hers.

“Yeah? Well, I fucking hate you too,” Jack challenged.

“It doesn’t matter how good you fuck me, my feelings for you will never change,” She told him before Jack leaned down to kiss her.

Neither of them meant it, but it was more of a “I’m actually in love with you, but I’ve pretended to hate you since we met, but now we're drunk and having sex and I still can’t let my walls come all the way down because I’m scared” I hate you. Complicated, but so was their entire relationship.

His strokes started to slow as she matched his rhythm, the slow pace made Gabriella orgasm, she was loud and forgetful that they were in a hotel room and Jack was easily turned on by that, reaching his own climax a mere thirty seconds later.

Jack pulled out of Gabriella, laying down next to her as they both caught their breath. After a few minutes, Jack got up to clean up and help Gabriella do the same, but buy the time he got back, she was already asleep. He pulled the blanket over her, before laying back down.

He didn’t think he should stay, but he also wasn’t the kind of guy who would just leave after a hook-up. He decided he would stay for a little while to make sure she didn’t wake up. It was unnecessarily cold in the room, so he ended up throwing his boxers back on and pulling the blanket over himself as well. 

Before he could leave, he ended up falling asleep next to Gabriella, and all he could think is what the fuck just happened.

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Beneath The Stars

Sirius Black x female!reader!

As autumn settles over Hogwarts, Y/N wonders why Sirius has pulled away. When he finally opens up, secrets are shared, and a future filled with both uncertainty and hope begins to emerge. Will love conquer his past?

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The chill of the autumn evening settled in as the wind rustled through the leaves outside the window of the Gryffindor common room. Y/N sat near the fireplace, watching the dancing flames as they crackled and hissed. The castle felt alive with energy tonight; students were buzzing about preparing for the upcoming Halloween feast. Yet, Y/N couldn't shake the lingering feeling of restlessness.

It had been weeks since she had last seen Sirius Black. The brooding, mysterious figure had been keeping his distance lately, though Y/N couldn't figure out why. They had been close—perhaps closer than most would have expected, considering the chaos that often surrounded his life. But lately, he had been withdrawn, lost in his own thoughts, spending more time in the shadows of the castle than anywhere near her.

"Y/N?"

Her heart skipped a beat at the sound of his voice. She turned her head, and there he was, leaning against the doorframe, his dark hair falling messily over his forehead. The same mischievous glint in his eyes was there, though there was something softer in his expression tonight.

"Sirius," she said softly, a mix of relief and curiosity in her voice. "Where have you been? You’ve been avoiding me."

He shrugged, a faint, almost apologetic smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Not avoiding you, just... dealing with some things. Had to clear my head."

Y/N tilted her head, her brow furrowing in concern. "You know you can talk to me, right?"

He hesitated for a moment, looking at her as if he were weighing his options. Then, without another word, he walked over and sat beside her by the fire. The warmth from the flames did little to ease the cold tension that lingered between them. For a moment, neither of them spoke. The crackling of the fire was the only sound in the room, but it didn’t feel like enough to fill the silence.

"You've been different," Y/N said quietly, turning her gaze back to the fire. "I don’t know what it is, but something’s off."

Sirius let out a heavy sigh. "It’s not you, Y/N. It’s me. I’ve got this darkness hanging over me. It’s not something I like to drag anyone into." His voice was low, heavy with a sadness she hadn't heard before.

Y/N shifted so she was facing him more fully, her heart aching for him. "Sirius, I don’t care about your past. I care about you."

He looked at her then, his eyes softening as he reached out, taking her hand in his. The contact sent a rush of warmth through her, but it was mixed with the intensity of the emotions that seemed to flood the air between them.

"I’ve always been afraid of getting too close to anyone," Sirius confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "People I love... they get hurt."

Y/N squeezed his hand gently. "You’re not alone anymore. And you don’t have to push me away."

For a long moment, they simply sat there, the weight of unspoken words hanging in the air. And then, Sirius leaned in, his lips brushing lightly against her forehead. "I don’t know what the future holds, but I want to find out with you."

Y/N’s heart raced as she looked up at him. The distance between them, both physical and emotional, had finally closed. Sirius had let down the walls he had built around himself, and in that quiet, vulnerable moment, Y/N knew—he was hers.

The fire crackled softly as they sat together, the stars outside twinkling brightly in the vast night sky, a perfect reflection of what lay ahead for them. A future full of uncertainty, yes, but also of hope. And maybe, just maybe, love.

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[midnightry]

Unlikely chords

Suguru Geto x fem! reader

Synopsis: Y/N, the dedicated and reserved president of the student body at a prestigious conservatory, reluctantly agrees to step out of her comfort zone and attend a party with her best friend, Katie. At the chaotic gathering, she’s caught off guard when Suguru Geto, the charming and notorious first cellist, offers an unexpected escape.

CW: Usage of Y/n, misunderstandings, fluff, usage of nicknames (pretty, sweetheart, feisty), Music AU, curses don’t exist.

Word count: 1134

As president of the student body at your conservatory, you made it your mission to help every college student in need. It wasn’t just a passion; it was a love for your community and the music that bound you all together. To everyone around you, you were a prized figure—well-respected, reliable, and thoroughly dedicated. But, to be honest, you also had a reputation as a bit of a "goody two-shoes." You didn’t have a single "party bone" in your body, and people often gossiped about your reluctance to attend the parties hosted by half of the student body.

"Come on, Y/N, please, go to this party with me!" Katie pleaded, practically bouncing on her toes. "You need to get out of your shell for once... maybe find a guy. Girl, you really need to get laid."

Katie wasn’t wrong. You did need to get out more, and you really wanted to do something different. It wasn’t exactly peer pressure, but a realization that maybe you were holding yourself back. After all, college was a once-in-a-lifetime experience.

You sighed, pausing to think it over. Katie watched you with hopeful eyes, clearly excited by the prospect.

"Fine... but only under one condition."

Katie’s eyes lit up. "I’m willing to do anything. Just go with me!"

“I get to leave whenever I want. No forcing me to stay past my limit," you said, giving her a mock glare of defeat.

“Deal! I’ll text you the details. Oh, and you should wear something... sexy. Maybe he will be there,” Katie smirked as she walked out of your dorm room.

He. Suguru Geto—the ultimate party playboy, known for his wild ways and his ability to charm just about anyone. Despite his reckless lifestyle, he was also the first cellist in the conservatory orchestra. People either loved or hated him, no in-between. He was charismatic, charming, and a bit of a jerk—but for some reason, you couldn’t help but be intrigued. You’d crossed paths with him a few times in the conservatory, where both of you had to work together on occasion. Your professor believed the cello and the voice shared a certain connection, so you often found yourselves collaborating. You’d spoken to him just enough to know he was unpredictable, and admittedly... there was something about him.

The dreaded night had arrived. Your palms were sweaty as you slipped into the tight black dress Katie had accidentally bought in your size. To anyone else, it was like a new version of you had emerged—more confident, more daring. You stepped outside the sorority house, the front lawn littered with drunk students. You tried to block them out as you walked up the steps.

"Where is Katie?" you muttered, checking your phone again. Still no word.

She better not have fallen asleep again... She had a habit of taking pre-party naps, hoping to survive the night.

"Is my mind playing tricks on me... or is that Y/N L/N standing in the middle of a rager?" came a teasing voice from behind you.

Oh no…

You froze. "You've got to be kidding me."

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you look this... hot. It suits you, sweetheart,” a voice whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You could feel his presence close behind you, his torso brushing against your back. The scent of sandalwood filled your senses, and his breath against your ear made your pulse quicken. A faint blush spread across your cheeks.

"Suguru! Personal space, please and thank you." You turned to face him, meeting his purple eyes with a mix of dread and annoyance.

“I didn’t expect to see you here, pretty. You’re usually... a wet noodle,” Suguru smirked. His smile softened when he noticed how uncomfortable you seemed, the nervous sway in your posture. It almost seemed to dampen his own party mood.

“Waiting for someone?” he asked, genuinely curious.

You sighed, checking your phone once more. “I was... but I just got a text saying they can't make it. I guess I’m leaving. Have fun with the party.”

Suguru’s interest piqued. “Not so fast, feisty. How about we grab some ice cream instead?” He looked at you with an expression that was almost childishly hopeful.

“Why the hell would you want to do that with me?”

“Well, for starters, you look like you're about to burst from discomfort. And let’s be real—the party’s kind of dying anyway, so we can just leave together,” he shrugged, his casual demeanor catching you off guard.

“Plus, who doesn’t like ice cream, right?” he added, a playful glint in his eye.

This wasn’t the Suguru that everyone gossiped about. The guy who was a complete jerk seemed to be... well, not entirely what he appeared to be. This version of him was strange, but kind of... nice. You were intrigued.

“Fine. But we’re walking, because I don’t know how much you’ve had to drink, and I don’t feel like getting into a motorcycle crash tonight.”

You walked out of the door with Suguru following closely behind, not missing a beat. The walk was quiet, the only sound coming from your shoes tapping against the soft pavement. The cool air was refreshing, and both of you seemed to appreciate the calm, starry sky above.

"My cello sound has always reminded me of the night—dark, sensual, cold... beautiful in a way that's hard to describe. But your voice... it reminds me of a warm, dimly lit sunset. I’ve never heard anything like it." Suguru’s sudden comment threw you off guard. He stopped walking, his eyes now focused on you, searching for something.

“I guess what I’m trying to say is... I can’t get your voice out of my head. I can’t get you out of my head.”

The silence between you grew thick. You couldn’t find the words at first.

"Suguru..." was all you could manage, staring at him in disbelief as he moved closer, his scent enveloping you once more.

“I know what people say about me. I was like that too... but your voice—it woke something in me. I really like you, Y/N.” His words caught you off guard, and you couldn’t help but feel a rush of emotions swirling within you. Was this real? Was this actually happening?

“I… like you too, Suguru... but maybe you should sober up before we have a conversation like this,” you said, trying to be rational, wanting to hear him out when he wasn’t clouded by alcohol.

He rolled his eyes with a grin. “I suppose you’re right.”

Suddenly, your stomach growled loudly, breaking the tension. Suguru laughed, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. “I think that’s a sign. Ice cream time?”

“I could definitely go for some,” you chuckled, your laughter blending with the cool night air.

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[ghcstao3]

dunno if this is anything but i have in my head a ghostsoap persuasion au just rattling around…

i hope you mean the jane austen persuasion because if not i am so very sorry. here’s a little drabble but i’d love to hear your take

(period-typical homophobia is nonexistent here) (setting is also tweaked a little)

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John stands frozen, feeling as if a bucket of cold water has just been poured over him as his eyes catch those that have continued to haunt his mind for nearly a decade.

Eight years. Eight years since he had broken off his engagement with Simon; eight years since John has seen the man last. And against all odds, eight years later, here Simon stands at a gathering in the very house where John had called things off after immense pressure from his family to do so.

Simon looks... good. He's always been handsome, but the years have lent him a certain ruggedness that adds to his charm—surely a cause of his time in the navy. Simon had only been enlisted for a short time before things ended between him and John, but John sees now that his uniform indicates he's climbed the ranks to Captain.

He must've recently come home.

John still can't bring himself to move, so it's Simon who ends up approaching him.

"John," Simon greets, and how it stings, "it's been some time, hasn't it?"

"It has." John tries not to wince at the words catching in his throat. "How—how have you been? I—"

"Well enough,” Simon says. Then he ducks his head, lowering his voice so as to not allow others to eavesdrop, “What are you doing here, Johnny?”

John swallows thickly. Though Simon's words are terse, his tone isn't at all resentful like John might've imagined it would be. No, no it's—it's almost... pained.

If John revels in the warmth of their closeness for just a moment, then he should just hope that Simon is none the wiser.

"Was visiting my sister,” John says. “And I was asked to check on the house. My parents, they—“

“They’re renting to my brother and his wife,” Simon finishes. He shrinks back, shoulders relaxing with a mix of relief and realization and... something else. Something John can't quite place.

A terrible silence falls over them, in spite of the low hum of chatter from those all around the gathering.

"...I'm sorry," John blurts. Simon's brows immediately knit together, but he says nothing to dismiss the sudden apology. The slight curve of Simon's frown, the new scars that adorn his skin—they all spur John on to continue. So John's words all tumble out at once: "I'm sorry for how things ended, Si—Simon. I never should have—if you can't forgive me, then I can't blame you."

John braces himself for a scoff, for a response marked by disdain, but it isn't either of these reactions that he receives. Instead, all Simon does is offer a sad, subdued smile.

“I could never fault you,” says Simon. “As much as I’ve missed you. But we’re different people now, Johnny. And—“

“But do we have to be?” John pleads.

Taken aback by the response, Simon wets his lips before pulling them into a thin line. He sighs and glances around, a certain hollowness weighing on his expression that hadn’t existed in all the time John had known him prior.

Ultimately, Simon hangs his head a moment before those dark eyes return to John’s, far too earnest and hurt.

“I’m afraid we do.”

John opens his mouth to argue, but eventually his jaw can only snap shut with nothing to say. Numbly, he nods, and makes no move to stop Simon from returning to a conversation with a group of guests.

And now with no more reason to stay, John takes his leave with his spirits dampened.

[more-sonorous]

tipsy cuddles (sun, moon, stars)— jatherid

this is just a little piece of some seriously extensive writing I’ve done for these three— I think I’ve probably written like 10k words for them that I’ve yet to share!

they are sort of tipsy in this scene, but all of these characters are 21+ (actually close to their thirties), so the alcohol consumption is totally legal.

the characters aren’t totally wasted and the alcohol is barely mentioned in this little section, but I figured I’d leave a warning!

anyways please enjoy these few words! I don’t have anything new to post today so I figured I’d share some writing I enjoyed doing.

(for context, davey did not confess feelings for them. he just ranted about how he’s attempted dating and it just hasn’t worked for him. the end of that rant is where the scenelet starts.)

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“It’s not that I don’t love people. I do. I know I do. Fuck, I’m almost positive that I’m bi. And I know I want— I want to be with people. I wanna date and all of that stuff, I really do. But I think something’s wrong with me. I’m too— I’m too weird, or something.”

By that point, Davey was gesticulating wildly as he spoke, face flushed and eyes bright with passion. He’d shifted positions in his chair and was leaning towards them, one leg tucked beneath himself and the other still tossed over the armrest. She’d seen him frustrated like this on multiple occasions, with tears shimmering in his expressive eyes and movements sharp and angry, but she’d never seen him vibrating with such a mix of shame and relief before. She wanted to hug him and hide him from the world forever. She wanted to tug her hands through his hair and call him hers and tell him he’d never have to worry about assholes who didn’t listen to him again. Because she’d listen. She knew she would.

Instead she settled with something simple: “Davey, that’s ridiculous. It’s absolutely not your fault. You just haven’t found the right person yet.”

“What if there isn’t a right person?” Then he frowned, and Kath felt her heart shatter in a million different ways.

“Oh, don’t say that. I know you’re gonna find someone.” She held a hand out and after a moment, he stretched his own arm across the gap to take it.

Kath tugged until he was stumbling to his feet, and from there, she pulled him down onto the couch where she and Jack were already curled together. He fell on top of her with a soft ‘oof’, which made all three of them laugh. Davey’s weight was a welcome blanket and she threw one arm around his waist, using the other to guide his face into the curve of Jack’s neck. Davey’s shoulder had landed just beneath her chin and she pressed her nose and lips against it, breathing in the smell of his laundry detergent and the unique notes of papery books and vanilla shampoo. How anyone could take someone like Davey for granted baffled Kath. He was a wonderful human.

She watched Jack’s hand find its way to Davey’s curls and the taller boy relaxed nearly immediately, feeling almost boneless against them. After about a moment in the embrace, Jack smiled slightly and tilted his head to press against Davey’s hair. “Can I take your glasses off, Dave?”

Davey gave a grunt of affirmation, so Jack carefully extracted the glasses from their tangle of limbs and carefully set them on the coffee table. Kath couldn’t hide her pleased smile. Somehow she’d landed two of the cuddliest men she knew as her boyfriend and best friend, and she absolutely wasn’t complaining.

“You smell good, Jack.” Davey’s voice vibrated his chest, words slightly slurred (he wouldn’t have said something so honest if he was sober). Kath watched as Jack smiled.

“Thanks, Davey. You too, man.”

Davey laughed a slightly drunken giggle and one of his hands slid down to Kath’s wrist, tangling with her fingers. She immediately took his hand in hers and closed her eyes, savoring the contact.

Soon Davey’s breaths began to even out and Kath and Jack followed suit, relaxing to the tune of the soft country music playing behind them. She was actually starting to enjoy the deep, crooning voices, but she’d never tell Jack that. She’d never hear the end of it and he’d be begging to blast his country favorites every day. Lowered inhibitions led her to gently nudge Jack. “Hey, Davey likes head scratches.”

“Kath, don’t—“ David whined, but his protest shut down the moment Jack’s fingertips disappeared into his hair and dragged carefully against his scalp. He made a very un-Davey-like noise and closed his eyes, which forced Katherine to suppress a giggle.

Jack laughed softly. “I think I found your factory reset, Davey.”

“Mmph, hush.” He muttered gruffly, and the other two shared a quiet laugh, because Jack was absolutely right. “You’re just weirdly good at this.”

Jack smiled slightly and wrapped his other arm securely around Kath’s waist, sandwiched between her body and the fabric of Davey’s t-shirt. “I’m a man of many talents. Now you just shut your eyes and nap, Dave. Stop thinkin’ so hard— I can hear your brain goin’ a mile a minute.”

“Yeah.” Kath gave his hand a squeeze. “Thanks for being honest with us, by the way. About the dating stuff. I know that took a lot.”

“I… I guess I should’ve told you sooner.” He gave the smallest shrug, just barely shifting on top of her. Kath rubbed her thumb in a small circle against his palm.

“No, you were waiting until you were ready. I had no right to be offended. Let’s just— let’s just leave it be for now. I’m comfy.”

“Okay—“

He started pushing himself up out of their little pile and earned noises of protest from both Jack and Kath, who pulled him back down with whatever hold they had on him. David burst into drunken giggles, his chest shaking against Kath. She scoffed. “I said I was comfy!”

“But I’m crushing you!”

“I like being crushed. Now, shhh.”

Jack copied her shushing and once Davey’s fit of giggles died, Jack resumed his head scratches and Kath curled up between her boys, feeling more at home than she’d felt in a long time. Davey started drifting off, and he fell asleep long before Jack or Kath came close. The last movement she remembered was Jack sleepily reaching for their remote to turn off the music.

After that it was just warmth and sleep, and waking up sweaty and tangled and content in the morning with a hangover to boot.

[obsessedwithyouxx]

Pt. 1 of Random Sodapop headcannons bcz why tf not

I don’t have these thought out in advance I’m js writing as I go so i take full blame for mistakes and shit

- He totally has a high pitched girly scream

- Yk how Pony commented on his spelling in the letter? Well news flash: Soda cannot spell for his life.

- His handwriting is a messsss

- Him n Dal have a shared fear of spiders and they totally got trapped in a room together with a spider one time and were screaming at each other to kill it

- He’s like SO oblivious you can full on shove a pickup line right in his face and he won’t realise your flirting until you outright say “I’m flirting with you.”

- He did go to Vietnam after the books events but he DIDN’T die bcz i said so😊

- Food colouring in everything he cooks. If it’s not food colouring, it’s mixing the most weird ass food combinations. It was already mentioned me made green pancakes, well, some of his other favourites were his pink muffins, blue potato mash and purple roast.

- All of the above (and most things he cooks) taste like absolute dog shit, but his brothers eat it to make him happy (Soda actually enjoys it)

- He gets bored way too easily and can’t sit still for his life

- He genuinely loves the snow and will spend hours in it without even realising he’s cold, but the moment Darry drags him back inside he basically collapses in the couch

- He’s totally sick all Christmas season, like, the reddest nose you’ve seen and sniffling all day which he loves complaining about, but the moment someone actually takes him seriously he’s all like “no I’m fine don’t worry about me”

- He totally uses his fingers for math but them moment he doesn’t have enough fingers he’s screwed

- Whenever he has to write out checks (what’s a check? don’t ask me i don’t think i used the right word) or whatever you call it where you like write the (receipt? the bill?) the amount something costs for the customers at the DX he just gives it to Steve bcz he A) can’t do math and B) can’t spell and C) his handwriting looks like a dog spewed its guts everywhere

- He he totally the type of guy to be watching a horror movie with his friends and then be laughing at everyone who’s scared but the moment he actually looks at the screen there’s a massive jumpscare and he screams soo loud

- you could send him to get the groceries, and instead he’ll come back with every weird trinket he finds OTHER than what’s on teh shopping list

- he was totally part of the Ponyboy naming team, like, he was so obsessed with horses that he kept asking for a horse and so his parents told him “you’re getting a little brother, not a horse” and then he started saying Ponyboy

- when they used to attend church, pony would be half asleep, Darry would be sitting, listening, but soda would be basically bursting at the seams and end up making the randoms most off topic comments

- and when his brothers didn’t react to that he’d start elbowing them and trying to get their attention but just end up getting told off

- the same thing basically happened in school too

- He’s lactose intolerant which is technically kind of canon bcz it was in a fanfic the S.E. Hilton herself wrote

- He’s also totally one of those people who will have the randomest allergic reaction and brush it off like it’s fine even though he’s practically anaphylactic or sum shit

I’ve written too much but yall are totally getting a part two heheheh

[theunsinkableship1]

Being a Lukola Shipper When You’re Prone to Seasickness

Dear Lukola Shippers,

This journey isn’t always smooth sailing, but here we are, navigating the high seas together. So, I have a question for you: do you want to jump overboard, reach for a life jacket, or stay the course with us? Personally, I’m committed to this ship, and I’m here to tell you why.

First, I should clarify that I’m not usually one to get attached to celebrity relationships. For me, it’s always been about the work, the art, the characters, the stories actors bring to life. I believe that celebrities are people, flawed like the rest of us, and I generally avoid placing expectations on people I don’t personally know. They are humans and not idols. And yet, here I am, invested in this one connection. This is the first time I’ve actively rooted for a real-life relationship between public figures, and it’s certainly unexpected. But the connection between Nicola and Luke feels unique, something so rare and beautiful. I may be wrong in the end, but I feel so strongly about it that I’d be willing to stay on this ship even if I’m the last one standing.

There may or may not be other connections in their lives, other relationships that we as fans don’t see or fully understand. But that doesn’t diminish the genuine bond we’ve seen between them, them being in other relationships now is inconsequential in the belief that they should be together but in the end it’s their choice. It’s a bond that’s been visible over years, from interviews and behind-the-scenes moments to mutual praise that speaks to a deep friendship and mutual admiration. Sure, there could be reasons they’re not a couple right now, timing, career priorities, personal choices. And if they never become more than friends, that’s their decision. But what we’ve seen and felt over the years is hard to ignore. It’s as if we’ve been on this journey with them, waiting for their story to unfold. And it feels like we’ve been waiting for years for it, in fact we’ve been “wainting” for years and their journey might take even more years. It’s frustrating because we know that life is short, and they should just go for it We don’t know why they’re not a couple yet, at least officially If they don’t end up together, it will feel like a missed opportunity, like letting go of something too rare to find again.

The discourse surrounding their relationship is seemingly endless and exhausting. Some people dismiss or belittle their bond, saying it’s “just friendship” or a simple work connection. But if you look beyond the surface, there’s a history of moments and words exchanged that show a depth not common in everyday friendships. To dismiss this as “ordinary” feels shortsighted. If you are here, you can at least believe what they’ve said and continue to say about each other. They are coworkers but also friends.  Some of us believe that they are more than friendly. Sure, we don’t have to agree, but at the very least, we can acknowledge the special quality of what they have. I sometimes envy future generations who may read about this in biographies, finally able to understand the whole picture that’s unfolding now, without the guesswork. The feelings are real, but the reality of the situation feels surreal, and that’s not insignificant. The “roller-coaster” dynamic filled with highs and lows, ambiguous moments, and mixed signals points towards deeper emotional entanglements than simple friendship. It mirrors dynamics more commonly associated with romantic connections that are still evolving or are unacknowledged publicly, where feelings may remain under the surface.

What makes this journey frustrating is the unkindness and judgment that sometimes comes with fandom. People criticize or leave negative comments not only about Nicola and Luke but also about those close to them. This negativity is hurtful and unnecessary, and I don’t condone it. True fans can root for a relationship without crossing boundaries or resorting to hate. And in the end, Nicola and Luke don’t owe us any explanations. They didn’t sign up to give away their private lives, but it might be helpful for them to consider how they interact with their fans. An unambiguous stance might spare us all some drama in the future, perhaps choosing to keep more personal moments off social media and I’m not talking about what they’re not putting out themselves, or maybe clarifying the boundaries between personal and professional interactions. This isn’t about blaming them but rather acknowledging that parasocial relationships are complicated, and even one-sided relationships come with a kind of social contract. Considerate is the word for both sides.

So, where do I stand? I’m here on this ship. Their story may or may not unfold the way we hope, but as long as there’s a glimmer of possibility, I’ll keep cheering them on. They are, after all, just people with lives, choices, and relationships outside of what we see. But for me, this journey is worth it, because in a world often filled with shallow connections, what Nicola and Luke share feels like a breath of fresh air, something real, rare, and worth rooting for. I’m on this ship and I will go down with it.