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truelovepolinator · 21 days ago

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Nicola and Luke are ABSOLUTELY TOGETHER and have been all along and here’s how I know

(Friends, I’ve just finished this and it is INSANELY LONG. Like, two looong book chapters long. But I PROMISE it’s worth it. I was gonna cut it into multiple parts to make it more readable, but I’m going to be super busy over the next few days, so I wouldn’t have a chance to post subsequent parts until probably Christmas, so I’ve decided to drop it all now so I don’t delay the final victorious conclusion. Sorry, it’s so long, but I don’t really have time to rethink it and try to tell the story in a more concise way. Again, I think you’ll be glad you stuck with it if you want to feel as thoroughly confident as I am that Nic and Luke are absolutely together.)

So I want to start by saying something I’m sure I’ll repeat. This is, of course, just my opinion and supposition based on the evidence available to me. But I also want to say, I am absolutely, positively sure now in a way I have never been. Genuinely not a doubt in my mind, and I think you’ll agree by the end of this.

It’s also worth noting that this may be nothing new to some of you. I’ve only been on this platform for a week and have barely scratched the surface of the great content here. So this is how *I* came to the final, joyful conclusion that everything is right with the world where lukola is concerned. I had long been sure they belonged together, but was afraid to embrace the theories about them actually being together now for fear of heartbreak, plus all the confusing signals about A & J, etc.

But all that changed a couple nights ago when I finally got the last piece of the puzzle I needed to see the big picture. There were just too many things that didn’t make sense, until they did! I literally couldn’t sleep that night (seriously only got about 2 hours) and then spent next day telling my husband the story for hours (in 20-30 minute increments as he could spare them during his slow, Christmas time work day).

My husband has been a patient, long-suffering skeptic through all of this. He’s put up with my rants and constant videos I just had to share, but he’s been completely convinced from day one that they simply leaned into their friendship to turn on faux relationship vibes for PR. He was absolutely sure it was all just make-believe for the fans. No matter what I showed him, he could not be convinced.

Until yesterday. Yes, I convinced the toughest skeptic in town.

I think it’s important to start with my journey into the Lukola fandom for context. I was a casual Bridgerton watcher until this season, and had never read the books. I liked season 1, I loved season 2, and I was looking forward to watching season 3.

I had planned to wait to watch the first 4 until the second half was about to launch (so I wouldn’t have to wait for more), but I realized after about a week that we needed to watch it immediately before everything was completely spoiled by timeline gifs and clips.

Needless to say, I was beyond hooked. Instantly. Season 3 was another level for all the reasons you all know. Finally I could engage safely with the fandom, but the process from occasional Polin/Lukola content to nonstop immersion took some time. So even following the second half, there was a TON of footage I hadn’t seen.

All of this to say, I basically missed all of the World Tour stuff as it was happening, and it took well into the summer to finally see so many amazing clips and edits that I was absolutely fucking sucked into the lukola wormhole. However, I was well behind many of you on the curve, and even to this day, I’m still catching up on things.

But by late summer, I was all in. I was sailing high on USS Lukola (or I suppose that should be the HMS Lukola!) because I saw exactly what you all saw. This was clearly real, their feelings were indisputable, and everything about their behavior and much of what they said was so far beyond PR, even “faking couplehood” PR.

They were real. Even if he had this dumb girlfriend. (I say that only in the good-natured, abstract sense that I wanted him with Nic, not in a personal “actually about her” sense. In fact, I’ve never said anything hateful about either A or J and I hope I never will.)

WHY AREN’T THEY TOGETHER???

I couldn’t resist the mystery.

It drove me absolutely crazy for months trying to understand why they weren’t together. Nothing made sense, but I mentally explored literally every possibility. They’re afraid of ruining their friendship? They’re afraid of disrupting the production if it goes wrong? These possibilities at least made some kind of sense and seemed to be the only explanations I could find. But in my mind, they weren’t good enough reasons to resist what these two so obviously had. Still, I’m not them, so that was easy for me to say. I had nothing to risk in this.

One or both of them is/are secretly gay? Soulmate besties instead of soulmate lovers? I didn’t think this was the case and nothing made me believe this. Yet, I was attempting to allow for every possibility. Still, with Nicola being the super vocal “gay icon” that she is, it was hard to imagine she wouldn’t live out and proud if that was the case. And apparently she lived with an unknown man for two years. Though she does always keep her private (romantic) life super private, so I suppose who knows? And, of course, Luke had two very public past relationships with women, but again, who knows, I suppose? This option doesn’t ring true at all, but it does exist in the universe of possible explanations for this inexplicable situation.

They love each other in a soulmate way, but somehow one of them just isn’t “attracted” to the other? Certainly, if the stories about Antonia were true, that might suggest that Luke might be attracted to an entirely different physical type than Nicola. But that didn’t ring true either because LOOK AT THEM TOGETHER! He can’t take his eyes off of her, let alone his hands. And the same for her. They are magnetized to each other. If that’s not attraction, what is?

One of them has baggage and isn’t ready for a real, serious relationship? This one seemed possible. People can have hang-ups or wounds for all sorts of reasons, and letting someone in – especially someone who might actually be your soulmate – can be terrifying. Self-protection by avoiding relationships and/or distracting yourself with less meaningful relationships is a natural way of coping with baggage. Yes, maybe this one? Neither of them seems obviously wounded, but what would I know? Most people don’t wear their wounds on their sleeves, least of all during a PR tour. Still, the energy flow between them seemed anything but wounded. It seemed like the healthiest, happiest thing in the world.

People kept saying, they’re blind and they don’t see it yet. But I don’t believe anyone can be that blind. Especially after watching all the countless edits and clips of their tour, which we know they did because Nicola is chronically online and sharing with Luke the best of it all (and sneaky Luke is likely lurking also).

So at the end of the day, I had no good explanation. It just kept not making sense.

Then those music festival photos of Nic and Jake (I’ll abbreviate sometimes for ease, but I do say their names) showed up. The fandom erupted into chaos with full reactions across the spectrum including a bizarre, almost immediate burst of (not yet named) jakolas, which felt like a disproportionate response to a few photos.

Admittedly, those photos did look quite friendly, and touchy, and yes, they stood arm-in-arm. But lots of friends stand like that at concerts. And Nic is known to be touchy-feely, so let’s not go overboard, I thought. However, I did acknowledge (in my head, I didn’t weigh in online at all) that it suggested that it COULD be romantic. I opted not to freak out, because either way, Nic’s love life is her own and I want her to be happy.

And it’s worth saying here that both of their private lives are none of my business, none of any of our business, and even writing this is completely at odds with that truth. I acknowledge that. But what I told myself, and actually meant it, was that I was going to stay out of it unless and until NicLuke got together. That was the only place I would invest my energy since they’ve both said they think it’s sweet that fans ship them. If they dated others, good luck to them. Be happy. But when the time comes…

Yes, friends, the time has come!!! But back to my story.

Note that (because again, I was still catching up), I hadn’t yet seen the swimming in Sorrento photos and had missed that piece of the puzzle at that point. Throughout this time, I’d see people refer to things on Twitter like everyone already knew what they were talking about, but hardly anyone ever took the time to explain. So I got lots of glimmers of things that others felt were notable, without actually knowing any details. Those pictures were an example. Another was the Claddagh ring.

I’m very grateful to some amazing deep dive blog entries by @threeacttragedy that explained the ring, “Bless the Telephone,” and other meaty, important history that I’d previously only heard mentioned in passing. In fact, one of her blogs is what first brought me here by referral from Twitter. And if you don’t follow her, you should!

In the past week, as I started reading blogs that broke down past dates and clues, I finally started looking them up one by one and trying to put the pieces together in my head. I’d seen the swimming photos by then, but I revisited them. I dug in to try to understand the references to a “New Year kiss” from the night the friend group (Rory, etc.) posted photos together from a Soho House party. I reviewed Hot Boy Summer, I rewatched the incredibly emotional video of Luke meeting Nicola’s mom, I looked at photos of the Claddagh ring and went to Chupi’s website. I learned about the LA photos from April, both Antonia’s version and the InStyle Polaroids. I reviewed all the photos of Luke and Antonia that I could find. And I reviewed all the photos and videos of Nic and Jake that I could find. Also, I listened to “Bless the Telephone” about one hundred times. Lol.

Regarding Luke and Antonia, I had the same response in this deep dive I’ve had every time. Weird. I mean, if I didn’t feel so strongly that Luke was in love with Nicola, and if I knew nothing about him except he was some hot actor, could I see him dating someone like A? Sure. But the fact that there are almost no pictures of them posing together, alone like a couple, is weird. Even if it’s super casual and she was just his date to some stuff. The fact that Luke looks grumpy in both sets of pap photos (premiere night and swimming in Sorrento), but A is smiling happily in at least one of the premiere night photos is weird. The fact that after the Sorrento pap photos, Luke seems to leave his friend group to come home early, and then stops liking any of his best friend Rory’s photos from there on, weird.

The fact that in the fall, she posts pictures harkening back to a place and time they were apparently together, but without any actual photos together, weird. And the continual drip, drip of Likes from Luke is weird. And then when a photo of Luke in a restaurant in Rome is posted by the restaurant, she immediately follows with a video story of someone making pasta in the same restaurant, weird.

Perhaps weirdest of all, the fact that she pre-posted the LA pictures, and then he gave other versions of the same shots to InStyle. Especially the switching seats thing. If my husband and I were taking pics of each other at a café, I’d take his picture in front of the traffic, and he’d take my picture in front of the restaurant, because that’s where we’d be sitting. Across from each other. So why switch seats to take the photos? It’s not like that street with traffic was such a fantastic backdrop that we’d each need our turn with that shot? And they’re the same, with the same table number, but different. Sure, traffic moves, but weird coincidence that they each had a white truck, but a DIFFERENT white truck. So, like I said, weird. Always implying they were together, but never actually saying/showing it. Weird.

I read all sorts of theories from pragmatic (we just have to accept that they’re dating) to hateful (they’re not together/never were, but she’s obsessed and keeps inserting herself in a pathetic, desperate plea for attention and followers) to seemingly far-fetched (some sort of NDA that means for some reason Luke is obligated to Like her photos). Only the first of these seemed plausible. I maybe didn’t like it (not maybe, I didn’t like it at all), but I thought, “Yes, I guess we just have to accept that they’re probably together until they tell us otherwise.”

(Though I held out a small sliver of “but we don’t know anything for sure until L and/or N tell us themselves” hope, which remains true even as I write this.)

Now, let’s talk about Nic and Jake. First, there were those shots from the concert (discussed above). Then, I believe, were the NYC shots (if I’m not confusing the order). In the NYC shots, they were both there, but they weren’t especially intimate in any interpersonal sense. Then, the pap shots on the street posted on DM, ostensibly catching them walking home together, holding hands and arm-in-arm after a night at the pub. With those photos came an onslaught of fandom fury and gossip site reporting about how “Nicola Coughlan confirms her relationship…” Same story runs across a bunch of trashy sites, all saying the same thing and citing an unnamed source talking about how besotted they were, or whatever the quote was.

Admittedly, I was among the furious fans. Not because of what the pictures showed. Again, I was trying to be serene and Zen about them and their private lives. I believed with all my heart that NicLuke belonged together, but if now wasn’t their time, I’d have to wait. I didn’t love that I’d heard he was only 24, but I was trying to balance my efforts to be a non-judgmental person with my discomfort over that issue and reminding myself that her choices are none of my business (unless she chooses Luke!).

So I did my best to refrain from judgment, even as I saw the fandom erupt into toxic madness about whether it was true, whether he was gay, whether the age gap was wrong, whether DM lied about the date, and if they did (which they did), why? But I figured, unless the photos were very, very old, things weren’t likely to have changed in their relationship over a couple weeks, so I wasn’t overly concerned about the date.

However, I was angry about all these stories (basically the same story across the board) announcing that she’d “CONFIRMED” the relationship. It made me very angry that they said she confirmed something when she’d done nothing of the sort. I wasn’t prepared to argue that she wasn’t dating Jake at that point, but why would they all run this story, with this headline, when what actually happened was a paparazzi photographer snapped shots and sold them, then the media drew conclusions from what they saw?

Nicola never confirmed a damn thing. So why were they running this headline so universally?

I was also angry that the photos existed at all. Photos in her neighborhood could reveal her location and put her safety at risk. Also, how did they happen to be there to take those photos late one specific night? Felt like they must have received a tip. But I moved on and forgot about that part.

Time went on and I saw more and more discussion of Jake’s sexuality. I don’t really want to get into that here because I don’t really feel comfortable speculating about anyone unless they choose to explicitly come out, but I did finally start poking around his page, Douglas’s page, etc. and began to understand why people were saying what they were saying. However, I reminded myself that bi/pan-sexuality exists and I wasn’t willing to partake in bi-erasure, so I held my tongue and kept watching.

Now, at this point, I want to remind us all that Nic has always been extremely private and uttered nary a peep in public about her romantic/sexual life. And fair enough. It’s none of our damn business. Also, she’s talked extensively about how women are not just men’s girlfriends and her feminist take on many things and how it doesn’t feel nice to know that people are more interested in her love life than her work. She’s worked freaking hard to achieve the success she’s now enjoying, and she certainly should not be reduced to a woman in a relationship. No matter who is on the other end of that relationship.

(Again here, I feel the need to acknowledge my hypocrisy in writing this, but I really do genuinely love Nic’s work and spirit and activism, etc. as well.)

So, in light of her position on all of that, we wouldn’t expect her to go public with a new love interest. The fact that she was papped with this guy (if indeed he was a love interest) was just an indication of how much her celebrity and profile have grown. There’s greater interest now and she’s more recognizable now, so it’s to be expected that she’d have a harder time keeping her love life private now than in the past. Not so strange then, that she got caught a couple times in paparazzi photos at this point.

However, would she really then go public with that guy? That would mark a radical change in her behavior just when you’d think she’d want to be the most private because the glare of the spotlight is brighter than ever. Still, she allowed a public photo with him, Camilla, and Evan Ross Katz to go out shortly thereafter. If one believed they were dating, that could certainly be interpreted as a launch. Yet, as I said, would she really do that if she were dating him?

Then he started popping up everywhere. I won’t get the chronology here right because I don’t want to research the dates right now, but there was the Charlie xcx concert, in which she appeared with Jake and Dylan, who is out and proud. The Queer premiere where he was just caught in the background of a fan photo. The simultaneously released photos from the red and gold restaurant (with a mysterious third person taking the photos). There was the apparently brunch-time photo of her with Jake and two others, taken by Dylan. And most recently, Louisa’s photo with Jake and Douglas (who is also openly gay and close friends, if not more, with Jake).

I’m not mentioning all the players in all of these because it’s not critical to the story, and I may be forgetting some photos, but there is a point to all of this. First, there’s potentially a notable shift in what she’s allowing to be shared here. Again, historically, she’s never shared anything about her love life. Suddenly, she’s letting him be photographed everywhere. Also, at most of these events, there were other queer participants and/or queer content (the movie premiere).

And while she’s never allowed her romantic life to be shared, you know what she has often shared? Photos with all of her platonic friends, including her huge friend group of many, many gay men. So this trend in what she’s allowing to be shared suggests that she’s telling a story and clarifying Jake’s role in her life.

But then there’s that one mystery release, the simultaneously timed restaurant photo drops. Clearly coordinated, clearly indicating they were there together. No indication about the third party. Why? Just enough to hint that there might be something going on, and to continue wreaking havoc in the fandom.

Because remember that toxic fandom bickering over all of this? The jakolas swearing they’re in love and soon to be engaged and furious at the lukolas for “being blind and refusing to accept the truth and it’s so disrespectful to Nic ('who you claim to love') by disregarding her feelings and treating the love of her life so badly. They keep showing you they’re in love and you won’t listen!” Etc., etc.

Meanwhile, the lukolas fall into a couple camps. By this point, most have decided Nic and Jake aren’t dating, but some remain circumspect. Some scream back at the jakolas, ostensibly in defense of Jake, saying very similar things about “Jake and his friends are doing everything in their power to show you the truth and you refuse to see it.” And a variety of other responses. Everyone’s mad at everyone.

And all of it, every bit of it, keeps us ALL talking about Nicola Coughlan and Luke Newton. Nonstop, every day.

Now, we are nearing the big mic drop of all of this, and I want to say at this point that we need to remember that Nic and Luke are HUMAN BEINGS who have a right to privacy. And they are celebrities living in a world that has an intense interest in their love lives. And sometimes, we might not feel good about the measures they must take to protect their privacy. We might hate those measures. We might feel manipulated, and we are. But if we love and respect them as much as I hope we all do, we can also understand and forgive them for taking such measures.

A quick review of important factors in all of this:

THINGS THAT TELL US IT’S REAL

The Galway trip and that very emotional introduction to Nic’s mom, which looked for all the world like a woman meeting her future son-in-law

The Claddagh ring and how she’s been wearing it

The things reporters, cast, and crew have said in passing and/or posted, not to mention recent open shipping from Ryan Wheeler and Shondaland’s IG

Everything we saw with our own eyes on the world tour, not to mention everything we’ve seen in the BTS

Little droplets of NicLuke over the recent months like Bless the Telephone and (not yet mentioned above) the S4 selfie and the photo of them in costume that Nic said she thought she’d shared, but now it’s ours (while she hasn’t posted any Jake)

The absolute consistency of all of this as a story that makes sense

THINGS THAT MAKE US DOUBT IT’S REAL AND/OR KEEP US GUESSING AND DISCUSSING

The premiere night pap photos (and though I didn’t mention it earlier, the fact that Nic went home that night so she wasn’t around for A’s attendance)

The friend group photos at Soho House with Luke, A and others

The weird LA InStyle photos

The Sorrento swimming photos

The multiple sets of pap photos of Nic and Jake, including grainy night-time neighborhood photos (with a woman walking a dog in the background)

The way every gossip news outlet ran the same “Nicola confirmed her relationship” story with the same headline and the same anonymous quote

The weirdly devoted, intensely defensive jakolas/Jake stans that seem to care about nothing but Jake/jakola out of nowhere and love screaming at and stirring up shit with lukolas

The chaos and constant discussion of all of this over the past 6+ months

The absolute inconsistency of any of this with anything in the top group

So, this mystery just gets deeper and deeper, and none of it makes sense. Every time I’d try to accept that they were just seeing these other people, something would bump in my head. There were just too many weird things that didn’t quite make sense and the biggest, weirdest one of them all was that NICOLA AND LUKE ARE CLEARLY IN LOVE WITH EACH OTHER.

So while the pieces would always almost fit, the puzzle never quite took shape. Until two nights ago when I stumbled on @lukolafan ’s page after they liked one of my posts. I scrolled down their page and found a link labeled “Lukola PR Strategies and Fake Narratives.” I cannot scream this loudly enough. GO VISIT THAT LINK!!!!! (I’ll add the links myself later if I have time.)

I did and it led to a series of Reddit posts taking an academic approach to teaching us, the general public (and lukola fans) PR Media Literacy. Among the various topics it discussed were things like:

“PR Firms and Entertainment Media: Coordinating “News” Across Gossip, Entertainment, and Official Publications,” which talks about using anonymous sources, more about staged paparazzi, and repeated narratives (“outlets echo identical stories, reinforcing PR-approved messaging, for example, multiple outlets platforms describing a celebrity ‘rising above’ a controversy, quoting the same anonymous insider” – Sound familiar?)

“The Invisible Hand of Celebrity Privacy: How PR Fabricates Narratives and Manipulates Fans,” which includes ways that PR strategies intentionally manipulate fans to fight/debate celebs faking relationships, and more (sound familiar?)

There’s honestly so much meat in all of these (there are a couple others as well) that they are ALL worth reading. There is definitely some repetition, but still, the content is super insightful and revealing and can help us all be more savvy consumers of media.

But I want to focus on two CRITICAL posts, in particular.

“The Role of Staged Paparazzi and Gossip Outlets in Celebrity PR Campaigns”

The first part of this piece talks about the method for staging fake paparazzi photos to create narratives. Two items of particular note (and I’m excerpting directly):

Quality Control of the Image: While professional photographers use high-quality cameras, staged paparazzi photos are intentionally manipulated to appear grainy or blurry. This adds a layer of authenticity to the photo, making it look as though the photographer stumbled upon the celebrity by chance.

Extra Figures in the Background: Another key tactic in staged paparazzi photos involves the use of background extras—people who might be walking with dogs, pushing strollers, or simply in the vicinity.

Think of Nicola’s photos walking home with Jake, a woman walking a dog behind them. Some of them are clear, but some are quite grainy, despite the fact that professional photographers have great equipment and are more than capable of taking a night-time shot.

Another excerpt…

Gossip Outlets: DeuxMoi and the Symbiotic Relationship with PR Firms

With the rise of user-generated content and anonymously submitted tips, gossip websites have become integral to the modern celebrity PR machine. Sites like DeuxMoi thrive on rumors and speculation, providing a platform for fans and anonymous sources to share celebrity gossip. PR teams exploit these platforms to feed their desired narratives without appearing to directly control the flow of information.

How Gossip Sites Like DeuxMoi Work:

Anonymous Tips and Leaks: PR teams often send anonymous tips to gossip outlets, offering details about celebrity activities or sightings. These tips are deliberately vague, leaving room for interpretation and speculation. Once posted on sites like DeuxMoi, the stories tend to snowball as they are shared across social media and republished by larger outlets.

Fueling Speculation: These posts generate buzz and speculation, keeping celebrities in the public eye without any direct confirmation. Gossip sites become a key player in amplifying the narrative, as fans, influencers, and media outlets continue to discuss and spread the information.

Mutual Benefits: While gossip sites operate independently, there is a mutual benefit to the relationship between them and PR teams. Gossip sites thrive on traffic and engagement, while PR teams can ensure their client’s name stays relevant in the public discourse. By subtly feeding stories, PR teams maintain control over how their celebrity’s narrative unfolds.

The piece goes on to give specific examples like Kendall Jenner and Bad Bunny, Tomdaya, Gigi Hadad and Zayne Malik, etc. then talks about fake fan interactions and how to spot them.

It offers key questions to ask about the photos you see (like what story is it telling and why and who benefits?) and then it gives this example. If your ears aren’t already fully perked, this will do it:

Example: 37-Year-Old Famous Actress and 24-Year-Old Lesser-Known Celebrity

Narrative of Romance or Distraction: In this case, the 37-year-old actress is likely fueling rumors of a relationship with the 24-year-old to either distract from something else in her personal life (like a real romantic partner) or to refresh her public image. The younger celebrity could be hired to play a temporary love interest or interest figure in the media, leading people to speculate whether they are more than just friends.

Creating a Romance or Mystery: The photo of them walking arm-in-arm, laughing, or holding hands might suggest that a romantic connection exists. This could be used to make the actress seem more relatable, desirable, or single, even if there is no romantic involvement behind the scenes.

Diverting Public Focus: If the actress is privately in a relationship with another celebrity or involved in an ongoing controversy, the staged photo with the younger celebrity helps to deflect attention. By inserting a "mystery romance," the public is more interested in who the new partner is, leaving the actress’s real partner or issues to stay out of the spotlight.

PR Stunt to Revitalize Publicity: The actress might not just be looking for romantic gossip but also fresh exposure. A curated paparazzi shot could serve as a PR tool to keep the actress's name in circulation—be it through romantic rumors, new partnerships, or simply new media content to fuel speculation.

Potential Body Double for Real Partner: If the real partner is shying away from the public eye or trying to avoid the media, the younger celebrity might act as a "body double" or decoy. This helps maintain an image of the actress being in a public relationship, while allowing her to keep the real relationship.

Don’t think I need to explain the relevance of this very specific example. There’s a lot more in the post, but I’ll move on for now to the next key post.

“Breadcrumbing and Coordinated Campaigns”

In this piece, they offer first some key breadcrumbing tactics, many of which sound awfully familiar.

Common Types of Breadcrumbs:

Cryptic Social Media Posts: Celebrities post vague messages or abstract references, sparking fan theories. Example: Harry Styles posts cryptic images or quotes, prompting speculation.

Coordinated Social Media Timing: PR teams synchronize posts to create the illusion of a shared narrative. Example: Taylor Swift and Karlie Kloss posted similar content at the same time, fueling relationship rumors.

Accidental Social Media Interactions: Liking posts or commenting on ambiguous tweets creates intimacy and speculation. Example: Kendall Jenner engages with fans on social media, fueling rumors.

Seemingly Innocent Photos: Casual photos subtly hint at a larger narrative. Example: Zendaya and Tom Holland posted photos together, teasing their relationship.

Cryptic? Like Bless the Telephone? Or a mysterious left-handed guy holding a phone in the background while Nic gets ready?

Synchronized like Nic and Jake at that restaurant? Or as far as that goes, like Nic and Luke with the S4 selfie?

Accidental social media interactions? I didn’t go into that here, but we’ve seen lots of odd likes and things, lots of Nic interactions, oh, and those RW and SL likes of late.

Seemingly innocent photos. Like very happy looking S4 pics and the “now it’s yours” BTS photo?

Perhaps most of this could be interpreted as just genuine fan interaction and fan service, which I think it is to some extent. It’s a natural part of the business. But it’s also very often done with intention.

But here’s the more important part of this piece. It gives some case studies (Ben and JLo, Shawn and Camila), then it gives two “abstract” examples.

YOU’LL LOVE THIS. Note that the second example changes to an actor and a musician, but don’t let that fool you. Keep reading for some unmistakable specifics.

Breadcrumbing with a Fake PR Girlfriend: Case Study of Celebrity 007

For Celebrity 007, breadcrumbing is used to create a false narrative about a relationship with a PR girlfriend. This helps maintain fan interest while deflecting attention from the celebrity’s true personal life.

How It Works:

First Breadcrumbs: The PR strategy begins with posts from both the celebrity and the PR girlfriend, hinting at a connection without confirming it. Example: Celebrity 007 posts a picture from a Paris restaurant or cafe in LA and the PR girlfriend shares a similar post from the same location but from a different day with different white trucks in the background (double check the Instyle Stunt images!!!)

Expanding the Narrative: Shared travel posts and indirect interactions continue the illusion of a relationship. Example: Matching geo-tags in posts from Rome suggest they were there together.

Indirect Engagement: Likes, comments, and ambiguous interactions increase intrigue without confirming the relationship. Example: The PR girlfriend comments, “Great to be here with you! 💖,” on Celebrity 007's post.

Paparazzi Shots: Carefully timed candid shots further reinforce the illusion of a relationship. Example: Paparazzi photos of Celebrity 007 and the PR girlfriend walking hand-in-hand, fueling speculation.

Note:

Café in LA, same location, different trucks?

Matching tags in Rome?

Likes and ambiguous interactions

Carefully timed (say at a premiere party) candid paparazzi shops w gf walking hand-in-hand

And then there’s the next one. In the interest of length since this is already hella long, I’ve removed some less relevant parts, but I encourage you to read it yourself.

Breadcrumbing to Hide a Real Relationship: Case Study of Celebrity 009

Why Hide the True Relationship?

In celebrity culture, the decision to keep a relationship private—or hidden—can be a strategic move, driven by a mix of personal privacy and professional interests. Some celebrities may choose to share their personal lives openly, but for others, particularly those who value their privacy or wish to control their public image, keeping a relationship private is key. This is especially relevant for two celebrities who are romantically involved but prefer to maintain discretion, despite public curiosity about their relationship.

Whether it’s a high-profile couple like Beyoncé and Jay-Z, or a less conspicuous pairing, the decision to hide the true nature of a romantic relationship often involves balancing personal desires with career strategy. In this scenario, let’s explore why two celebrities might choose to keep their relationship under wraps and the complex PR considerations that lead them to do so.

Media Scrutiny/Escaping Constant Surveillance: Navigating the Spotlight Together (I’ve combined two sections here for length)

When two celebrities become romantically involved, the media will inevitably take notice. The relationship can quickly become the focal point of constant headlines, paparazzi photos, and gossip columns. For celebrities who value their privacy, this level of scrutiny can feel overwhelming, as every public appearance or moment shared can quickly turn into speculation, even if the couple doesn’t wish to attract attention.

Romanticized Expectations: The Pressure of Perfection

Media scrutiny often creates an unrealistic, romanticized version of a celebrity relationship. Fans and the public tend to project their fantasies onto famous couples, imagining them as the perfect, unbreakable pairing. The real complexities of a relationship—differences, compromises, and struggles—often don't fit neatly into the idealized narratives created by the public.

For a couple like Actor A and Musician B, the pressure to live up to these idealized expectations can be exhausting. By choosing to keep their relationship private, they can avoid the constant pressure to fit into a preconceived mold. Hiding the relationship from public view allows them to keep things grounded and avoid being turned into a media spectacle.

Brand Control: Managing the Image of "Singleness" or "Availability"

For many celebrities, their public image is closely tied to their brand, and that brand may depend on their perceived "availability" or their status as desirable, unattached individuals. The way the public perceives a celebrity’s romantic life—whether they are single, dating, or in a long-term relationship—can have a significant impact on their professional success and marketability.

Creating Room for Desire: The Allure of the Single Celebrity

Consider Actor A, a leading man known for portraying romantic heroes on screen. The public’s perception of Actor A as a single, unattainable figure is key to their marketability, both in the media and as a brand. If they were to publicly reveal a relationship with Musician B, it could diminish that aura of unattainability. Similarly, Musician B may want to maintain a flirtatious public persona, which could be undermined if they were publicly involved with someone. By keeping the relationship private, both celebrities retain the allure of being desirable and unattached, feeding into the fantasies of their fans.

Avoiding the "Couple" Brand: Risk of Being Reduced to a Package Deal

When a high-profile couple’s relationship is made public, they may become known less for their individual work and more for their collective identity as a couple. In some cases, the couple's public appearances or shared brand messages may overshadow their individual projects. Think of Beyoncé and Jay-Z, who have an incredibly powerful couple brand that often eclipses their solo endeavors in the media. For celebrities like Actor A and Musician B, the fear of being seen as a "package deal" might drive them to hide their relationship. This allows both to maintain their distinct identities, keeping their projects and brands separate and preventing the public from viewing them solely as a pair.

Respecting Boundaries: The Vulnerability of Celebrity Relationships

Even when two celebrities are involved, the vulnerabilities of a relationship can become the focus of media attention if they go public. Romantic relationships—especially those in the high-pressure world of celebrity—are often fraught with ups and downs. The public might demand to know every detail, fueling rumors of breakups, infidelities, or relationship drama. By keeping their romance under wraps, Actor A and Musician B can avoid becoming the subject of constant gossip and can maintain some semblance of normalcy in their private lives.

Avoiding Disruptive Publicity

Celebrity relationships often attract media scrutiny not only about their romantic lives but also about how their relationship affects their careers. The public and the media often delve into the smallest details, speculating about how the relationship might impact their professional trajectories, previous relationships, or future projects.

Career Disruption: The Challenge of Balancing Love and Work

For celebrities like Musician B, a new relationship can take attention away from their upcoming album release or concert tour. The media’s obsession with their personal life might overshadow the launch of a new professional project. Similarly, if Actor A is in the middle of promoting a film or preparing for a big role, the press could focus more on their relationship than their craft, disrupting the flow of their work.

I won’t bother reviewing the relevance of all of the above. I’m sure you can see it plainly for yourself. The examples are absolutely, positively referencing Nicola and Luke, and the reasons for hiding it are super relevant. Especially boundaries, disruption, pressure to be perfect, and being reduced to a package deal.

Now at this point, it’s worth asking the question, do we trust this source? I don’t actually know who posted this content, so I can’t verify their credentials. Perhaps this is yet another PR person’s tricky efforts to continually confuse us and keep us guessing? That seems unlikely since the entire purpose is to help lift the veil on all the other tricks. If you wanted the other tricks to be effective, you’d hardly be revealing them to your target audiences.

But even setting that very logical assumption aside, the reason I know with every fiber of my being that it’s true is that this is literally the only version of events that makes sense of absolutely everything.

All those mysterious and confusing signals, all those weird photos and changes in behavior, all the inconsistencies between what we all saw with our own eyes (they are IN LOVE) and what we saw subsequently with the adjacents, all the tiny Lukola crumbs keeping us hanging on, and all the fandom bickering, especially from bizarrely rabid jakolas.

Every bit of it makes complete sense if we accept that Nic, Luke, and their PR teams have been using a classic PR handbook to distract us from the very real truth that they are together and in love.

Does it hurt to know we’ve been manipulated? You bet it does! But I quickly accepted that because I was so happy to have the truth verified at last. And because I understand why they would do it.

Relationships are hard enough when lived in private. No relationship, no matter how much people love each other, is without challenge. Even soulmates have issues to navigate. Can you imagine the pressure on them if the whole world was watching?

And their lives have added challenges. Travel and separation. Long work schedules that may often be at odds. Possibly romantic scenes with future co-stars that could stir up uncomfortable feelings. Career ups and downs that may not always synch up. Fans and media watching their every move, dissecting them, judging them, rooting for them, and just putting massive pressure on them. What if they fail? They’re letting down the whole world, not just themselves.

And what about Nic’s longstanding demand for privacy? And her emphasis that no woman is just some dude’s girlfriend. She wants to be known for her own work and achievement and passions, not for who she dates or marries. Even if it is wonderful Luke.

Likewise, Luke is just now achieving a newfound level of success. This is a moment for him to seize and make the most of. Being a hot, sexy, ostensibly single guy is good for his brand right now. Even if we know he loves Nicola, his stans need to be able to fantasize about him, which is easier if his relationship is unconfirmed.

And let’s face it, if they come out as a couple, IT WILL BE LUKOLA all the time. That will be the story. Certainly if they’d come out during the World Tour, every question at every stop would be about them and their personal “friends to lovers story.” It would be irresistible to reporters. Too good a story to ignore. And they’d spend way more time talking about their personal lives than about their work. Does that sound like something either of them would want?

And one last thing. Back to their changes in behavior. Does it make more sense that Nicola, who has always been super private about her love life, would suddenly be willing to be photographed constantly with her new bf Jake? Or that Jake is not her bf and she’s keeping her actual bf (or fiancé or husband) secret?

Meanwhile, Luke, who has always been open about his relationships in the past suddenly decides to tighten up and share absolutely nothing about his private life? Well, that makes complete sense if he’s now in a relationship with a woman who is famously private and shares not one word publicly. Suddenly, literally everything makes sense and is entirely consistent.

So there it is, folks. To me, this is the Holy Grail. There’s not a doubt left in my mind about them. They’re together and everything else – literally everything else – is a decoy and a distraction, and every bit of it comes straight from the PR playbook.

I’d like to maintain a sliver of hope that they’re leaving much of it to their teams and they’re not in on the worst of it, but in any case, I don’t blame them one bit for trying to protect their love. It’s too special to let it be destroyed by public consumption. You gotta do what you gotta do.

Given that I don’t actually know them and haven’t confirmed anything directly, I’ll leave 1.5% room for doubt, and adjust my certainty to 98.5%.

And you may dismiss all of this and draw very different conclusions, which is okay, too. But if I’m being really honest, I’m actually 1,000% sure. And I couldn’t be happier for them.

What do we do now? That’s up to each of us. Personally, I’m going to be blissfully happy for them, not sweat any of the distractions, let them live as quietly as they like, and patiently await the day (whether it’s very soon or far in the future) when they finally go public. I hope you’ll do the same.

And until then, I’m going to keep watching Lukola videos on repeat.

#lukola #luke newton #nicola coughlan #polin #polin bridgerton #nicluke #lukola is real #I've never been more sure of anything #then again #But it's all true and I can prove it

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writer-logbook · 5 months ago

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5 tips for proofreading & their pros and cons

Define your objectives for each chapter. In my case, some of my chapters are better written than others. My objectives for them will differ. Before starting my proofreading, I list my needs and areas of improvements, and I write them down somewhere so I have them in front of me rather than in my head alone.

Pros : allows you to know which points you need to focus on ; provides a guideline adapted to your needs.

Cons : risk of losing homogeneity and fluidity + flaws may be shifted to other chapters that didn't have them before due to a sudden imbalance.

Plan several proofreading sessions, each one of them addressing ONE NEED AT A TIME. (E.g., one for grammar, another for style, and a final one for coherence. ) And I insist on the "one need at a time" part. Even for those who can multitask (unlike me), I really don't recommend settling for a single proofreading session. It could interfere with your concentration and let you skip some flaws. And please, always give your chapter a final read after your edits to ensure that the elements make sense as a whole, and are not repeated every two paragraphs (I plead guilty, your honor)

Pros: allows you to focus precisely on each point, and give it dedicated attention.

Cons: you can quickly get confused and risk multiple re-readings + significant time investment.

I make my corrections on a separate file. Whatever you do, it's always better to have a backup and therefore to save your files (don't blindly trust autosave) to create archives. I think it's a two-ways process : 1) you open two files simultaneously, one with your V1 and one, blank, where you'll rewrite your chapter as you make changes. Eventually, this new doc will become your V2 ; 2) you copy the parts to proofread into a new document and edit directly in there.

Pros: allows you to rewrite as you wish without being discouraged by the following paragraphs - especially in case of the first way.

Cons: requires multiple files (maybe multiple screens to be at ease) and better organization.

Change the typography. I don't know about you, but after a while, I'm struck by semantic satiation (click on the link - it's Wikipedia -, it's very interesting) and nothing makes sense anymore. After the 52,846th proofreading, I might as well read in another language. I've found a relatively effective trick - not as effective as a complete break, but sometimes you need to move forward - which consists of changing the typography. I can't remember who gave me this advice though, but be sure they've been thanked more than enough in my mind. In any case, seeing words change their shape significantly helps my brain to stay focused and attentive. (Maybe it's just my mind playing tricks on me but I only see the results.)

Pros: it's simple to implement.

Cons: I don't know if this trick works for everyone or if I'm the only weirdo (you can tell me in the comment section).

Take notes. This is a very personal tip but I keep a proofreading logbook. Like, I record in a few sentences the first time an element is mentioned, how it's describes, and most importantly… I MENTION THE DATES. The story I'm currently writing is heavily governed by a chronological system, so I have an absolute need to keep the day count up to date.

Pros: helps avoid inconsistencies and oversights.

Cons: very tedious to maintain and creates (a lot) of extra work.

I've started my prooreading journey yesterday and I already want to die. If I find in the edits something that is worth making a post, be sure that I will. Or let me know if you're simply curious.

Gentle reminder : Best is the worst enemy of good so, at some point, you'll have to let it go and let your chapter live its life to its fullest. Don't be hard on yourself and be proud of your work - or know that I am.

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gyubakeries · 23 days ago

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❆ 𝐠𝐲𝐮𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 : 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐬! ❆ | 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐮 - 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 <𝟑

❆ 𝑑𝑎𝑦 6: christmas games | j.ww

a/n: hi! welcome to day 6!! hope you're liking all the fics so far 💗 this was inspired by the ideas of sousy and kyii from mansae network! i owe them a lot in terms of inspo 🤭

word count: 925 contents: wonwoo x gn!reader , established relationship , gamer bf!wonwoo , they play dress to impress , snowball fight , wonwoo has shitty fashion sense , christmas fun , fluff

"this is boring," you yawn, your body dramatically slumping all over the bed. "wonu, when's this getting over?"

wonwoo glances at you from the corner of his eye, his lips lifting up in a small smile when he sees you collapsed on the bed like a starfish. "just one more round, babe."

"you've been saying that for the last three rounds!" you whine. it was a cold, snowy winter day, and wonwoo was hunched in front of his gaming set-up, playing LoL instead of cuddling you.

"alright, last round, i promise," wonwoo says genuinely, and you watch as the game continues on the screen, wonwoo's fingers flying across the keyboard and deft hands moving the mouse with skill. he mutters curses under his breath some times, but you can't even understand why, because the game had always been to confusing for you to understand.

finally, the round finishes and wonwoo is quick to toss his headset off and join you on the bed, a triumphant smile gracing his lips. he pulls you into his arms, resting his chin on top of your head.

"did you win?" you ask him, noting how happy he looks, and he shakes his head. "i lost. i'm just happy i get to cuddle you now."

you laugh at how silly he is, before looking up at him again. "what kind of game even is LoL? like, what's the end result?"

"baby, i've explained it to you before," wonwoo reminds you. "i know!" you agree. "but it still doesn't make sense to me."

"what games do you play then?" he asks you, and you're struck with an idea.

"let's play dress to impress."

"dress to what?" wonwoo repeats, confused.

"just load up roblox on your computer. i'll use my phone," you instruct him, and your determined face makes him get up from bed and open roblox on his computer.

"search up dress to impress, i'm waiting for you," you instruct further, and wonwoo turns to find your phone already pulled out and the game loaded up.

is that really you? his partner who claims they don't play video games?

laughing amusedly to himself, he joins the game and quickly spots your roblox avatar.

"baby, how do i play this?" wonwoo asks. he's seeing all the other avatars running around and putting on clothes, but his own is just a blank grey mannequin with no face or hair.

"i'll guide you through this round, okay?" you say, repeating his words whenever you try to learn how to play one of his complicated video games.

you show wonwoo how to change the skin color, hairstyle, facial features, how to get clothes and accessories and edit them in different colors, and even how to get a manicure done.

wonwoo is thoroughly confused.

but his gamer pride won't let him admit that he's understood nothing of this game, so when the current round ends, he doesn't back down when you challenge him.

"okay, next round, whoever gets a higher ranking gets to hit the loser with snowballs for ten minutes," you smirk at him, noticing his 'confused cat' expression.

"alright, get ready to lose," wonwoo retorts, although his hesitant posture contradicts his words.

the next round starts, and the theme is coincidentally 'christmas dinner.'

wonwoo sees your avatar running around, dressing up according to the theme, but he himself is slow to move, still a little unsure with the controls of the game.

and unsurprisingly enough, wonwoo loses the round.

"ha! see? there is a game i'm better at than you are," you tease him, jumping around in victory. wonwoo can only sigh in defeat, dreading the consequences of his loss.

"let's go jeon wonwoo, i promised to beat you up with snowballs."

—

"not the face!" wonwoo all but shrieks when a giant snowball hits him in the face. he wipes the snow away from his glasses and rubs his gloved hands over his face vigorously to keep it from freezing.

the two of you are in your backyard, bundled up in thick jackets, scarves, caps, and gloves, and you've just started your snowball attack on wonwoo.

"sorry," you wince, going over to him and making sure he isn't hurt. "you know my aim is terrible."

"yeah, you can't hit the target even if it's two feet away from you," wonwoo grumbles, his red nose and ears making it hard for him to look serious.

"hey! i may not be good at LoL, but i'm good at other games!" you defend yourself. "that's why we're out here, remember?"

"well, maybe i should give you a lesson on aiming before you give me my punishment, hm?" an evil smirk crosses wonwoo's features, and before you can even process it, wonwoo is bending down to gather some snow in his hands.

"wonwoo, baby, darling, we don't have to do this," you stretch your arms out in front of you, slowly backing away.

"maybe we do," he shrugs, cupping the snow to make it ball-shaped.

"but you love me," you pout, pulling your best puppy eyes. "you wouldn't attack me, right?"

wrong.

the snowball hits you in the chest, and you gasp dramatically.

"oh, so you want to fight now?" you raise an eyebrow at him, taking a defensive stance. "you're on."

(wonwoo doesn't know why he spends so much time on that gaming set-up, playing video games, when he has the most fun whenever you're around.

even a hundred snowballs in his face wouldn't get him mad at you; he'll just throw a hundred back at you.)

-fin.

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valkyriexo · 9 months ago

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You have surgery | Han Jisung

ᑉ³pairing; Boyfriend! Han Jisung x Reader

ᑉ³genre; Sickfic, Comfort, Fluff,

ᑉ³warnings; Wisdom tooth removal, dentist, Anesthesia, amnesia

ᑉ³Authors Note; Other members coming soon! Based on a true story (me!) Edited!

As the nurse administers the anesthesia, you squeeze the hand you're holding tightly, drawing strength from their steady grip. You feel a cool sensation spreading through your veins as the anesthesia takes effect, gradually enveloping you in a blanket of warmth and tranquility.

A wave of anxiety washes over you, but it feels distant, muffled by the encroaching haze of unconsciousness. Your palms grow clammy, and your breath comes in short, shallow gasps. He reaches out, His touch is barely perceptible, a faint brush against your cheek. His whispered words of encouragement are like echoes from a far-off place, reaching you through layers of fog.

"Hey, you've got this," he murmurs softly, his voice fading into the recesses of your mind. "I know you're scared, but you're the bravest person I know. I'll be right here when you wake up, holding your hand okay?" His words cling to your consciousness like a passing dream.

With one final breath, you faintly hear the words "I love you" as you close your eyes, letting go of your fears and surrendering to the gentle embrace of unconsciousness.

As consciousness slowly returns, you find yourself floating in a hazy fog, your senses dulled by the lingering effects of anesthesia. Your eyelids flutter open, revealing a dimly lit room swirling with shadows and blurred shapes.

Confusion washes over you as you struggle to make sense of your surroundings. The faces that hover at the edge of your vision are unfamiliar, their features distorted and indistinct.

Panic begins to rise within you, a knot of fear tightening in your chest as you search desperately for something familiar. Your heart races in your chest, each beat echoing in your ears as panic tightens its grip around your throat.

You try to push through the fog, to grasp onto fleeting fragments of memory that slip through your fingers like grains of sand. But the harder you try, the more elusive they become, slipping further and further beyond your reach.

Desperation claws at the edges of your consciousness, urging you to flee, to escape this nightmare world of shadows and uncertainty. But where can you run when you don't even know where you are?

And then, amidst the chaos of your mind, a voice breaks through the fog, a soft whisper that cuts through the darkness like a beacon of light.

"Hey there, sleepyhead," his voice trembles slightly, gentle yet filled with love. "It's me, Jisung. How are you feeling" he asks softly, his tone laced with a mixture of hope and fear.

"Who are you?" you manage to croak, your voice trembling with confusion and fear. The name 'Jisung' means nothing to you in this moment of disorientation.

A flicker of sadness passes through his eyes, but he quickly masks it with a reassuring smile, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes. "I'm Jisung," he repeats gently, his voice tender yet tinged with a hint of disappointment. "Your boyfriend. Do you remember? We've been together for a few years now."

You blink, trying to process his words, but the fog in your mind refuses to dissipate. "I'm sorry," you whisper, your heart heavy with guilt. "I don't remember."

Jisung's expression softens, sadness passing through his eyes once again , but he remains silent, his concern evident in the gentle squeeze of your hand. As you slowly regain awareness, you find yourself in a dimly lit room, the faint scent of antiseptic lingering in the air.

Your gaze sweeps the unfamiliar surroundings, confusion clouding your thoughts. "Where am I?" you murmur, your voice tinged with uncertainty.

"In the hospital," Jisung replies, his tone gentle yet urgent, his words a beacon of reassurance amidst the fog of confusion. "You had your wisdom teeth removed, but you're all done now. Everything's going to be okay," he adds, his voice laced with a desperate plea for recognition, his eyes searching yours for any sign of comprehension.

"Maybe going for a walk might jog your memory," the nurse suggests as she walks into the room, her voice a gentle interruption in the stillness.

You try to sit up, only to realize you're cocooned in warmth, covered in two blankets and a coat. "What's all this?" you say, puzzled by the unexpected comfort.

"You got cold, and I didn't know what to do. I couldn't see you tremble, so I tried to cover you as much as possible," Jisung explains, a slight tremor in his voice betraying his concern as he gestures to his coat draped over you.

With the help of Jisung and the nurse, you slowly stand and begin to shuffle around the hospital corridors, the steady rhythm of your footsteps echoing in the quiet hallway. As you move, the motion seems to stir something within you, coaxing snippets of memories to resurface from the depths of your mind. With each step, the fog of confusion begins to lift, replaced by a growing sense of clarity.

And then, like a dam breaking, the first clear memory floods back, washing over you in a rush of recognition.

You pause mid-step, a look of realization dawning on your face.

"BBama," you murmur, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "I remember BBama."

Jisung's expression changes, a mix of surprise and mild disappointment crossing his features before he quickly masks it with a forced smile. "Yeah, BBama," he replies, his voice tinged with a hint of sadness. "He's a good boy."

You sense a shift in his demeanor, a subtle tension in the way he grips your hand a little tighter. Guilt washes over you as you realize the impact of your words, the inadvertent reminder of your forgotten memories hitting Jisung harder than you expected.

"I'm sorry," you whisper, reaching out to touch his arm in a silent gesture of apology. "I didn't mean to—"

But before you can finish, Jisung shakes his head, his forced smile softening into a genuine one. "It's okay," he reassures, his voice gentle yet tinged with a hint of sadness. "It's just... funny how memories work sometimes."

As you walk, Jisung's disappointment hangs heavy in the air, his silence speaking volumes as you navigate the hospital corridors together. You can feel the weight of his unspoken thoughts, a palpable tension in the way he holds himself.

Guilt gnaws at your insides as you realize the depth of his disappointment, the fear that perhaps you'll never fully remember the moments you've shared together. You want to reach out, to erase the hurt etched into the lines of his face, but words fail you in the face of such uncertainty.

Lost in thought, you suddenly remember a fleeting moment, a snapshot of a memory that cuts through the fog.

"The ferris wheel," you say, a smile playing at the corners of your lips as you recount the memory that has surfaced in your mind. "It was a sunny afternoon, and we went to the carnival. We got on rides, and we laughed and talked for hours."

Jisung's eyes light up with recognition, a spark of joy dancing in their depths as the memory comes flooding back to him. "I remember that day," he says softly, his voice filled with warmth and affection. "It was one of the best days of my life."

"You were afraid of heights and got scared at the top of the wheel. I kissed you to calm your nerves," you recall, a blush tinting your cheeks as you relive the tender moment. "And in that moment, everything felt... perfect," you add, your heart fluttering at the memory of Jisung's comforting embrace.

His gaze softens, his eyes shining with love and longing as he reaches out to cup your cheek, his touch sending shivers down your spine. "It was perfect," he agrees, his voice barely above a whisper, his thumb brushing gently against your skin.

After spending some time reminiscing in the hospital corridors, Jisung helps you gather your belongings and leads you out of the hospital. He takes your hand gently, guiding you with careful steps as you navigate through the corridors and out into the crisp evening air.

As you step outside, you're greeted by the cool breeze, a welcome relief after the sterile confines of the hospital. Jisung flags down a taxi and helps you into the backseat, ensuring you're comfortable before climbing in beside you.

During the ride home, you lean against Jisung's shoulder, the events of the day catching up with you as exhaustion washes over you. Jisung wraps his arm around you protectively, offering silent comfort as the taxi makes its way through the city streets.

When you arrive home, Jisung helps you out of the taxi and supports you as you make your way inside. Once indoors, he settles you onto the couch, fluffing up pillows to make you comfortable.

"Minho hyung dropped off some soup for us. Let me serve you some," he says softly, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead before disappearing into the kitchen.

As you sink into the cushions, the sharp ache in your jaw intensifies, signaling to your senses that the anesthesia is wearing off. Every movement sends a jolt of agony through your body, and you clench your teeth to stifle a cry of pain.

Your eyes brim with tears. Talking feels like shards of glass scraping against your raw gums, and even breathing seems to exacerbate the throbbing ache in your jaw.

With Jisung in the kitchen, you try to compose yourself, not wanting to alarm him. You take slow, shallow breaths, trying to find a way to cope with the overwhelming pain that courses through your body.

But despite your best efforts, silent tears slip down your cheeks, betraying the torment you're enduring. You press a hand to your mouth, muffling the sobs that threaten to escape, not wanting to disturb Jisung as he prepares soup to ease your discomfort.

Minutes feel like hours as you wait for Jisung to return, each second punctuated by sharp pangs of agony that seem to intensify with every passing moment.

Finally, you hear the soft shuffle of footsteps as Jisung reenters the living room, a tray of steaming soup in his hands. He pauses as he sees you, his eyes widening in alarm at the sight of your tear-streaked face.

"Hey, what's wrong?" he asks, his voice filled with concern as he rushes to your side, setting the tray down on the coffee table before gathering you into his arms.

You cling to him desperately, unable to hold back the flood of tears any longer. "It hurts," you manage to choke out between sobs, the words barely audible as you bury your face against his chest.

Jisung holds you close, his heart breaking at the sight of your pain. "I'm sorry," he whispers, pressing a tender kiss to the top of your head. "I'll make it better, I promise."

You cling to him desperately, your tears soaking into his shirt as you surrender to the overwhelming tide of agony. Each sob racks your body, a symphony of suffering that echoes through the silent night.

"I'm so sorry," he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion as he presses another kiss to the top of your head. "I wish I could take away your pain."

As Jisung holds you, he whispers soft words of comfort, his voice a soothing melody in the midst of your suffering. You feel a flicker of relief in his arms, a fleeting respite from the relentless ache that grips your body.

Eventually, Jisung guides you to sit up, his hands gentle as he helps you into a more comfortable position on the couch. He retrieves the tray of soup he prepared earlier and sits beside you, offering you the spoon with a tender smile.

You try to eat, but the pain makes even the simplest of tasks feel like an immense effort. Each attempt to swallow is met with searing agony, and you can't help but feel a sense of incompetence wash over you.

"I'm sorry," you whisper, tears welling up in your eyes as you struggle to eat. "I can't do this."

Jisung's heart breaks at the sight of your distress, but he remains steadfast in his support. "It's okay, love," he murmurs softly, his voice a soothing balm as he takes the spoon from your hand and gently feeds you, " Let me help you."

With each spoonful of soup, Jisung's movements are deliberate and gentle, his fingers cradling the spoon as if it were the most precious thing in the world. He watches you intently, his gaze soft and reassuring as he anticipates your needs.

As the warm broth passes your lips, you can feel the tenderness of his touch, his fingers brushing against your skin with a feather-light caress. It's as if he's not just feeding you soup, but pouring his love and care into every bite.

Despite the pain that still lingers in the corners of your mind, you find solace in the simple act of being cared for.

As he continues to feed you spoonful's of soup, he notices the heaviness in your expression. With a playful glint in his eyes, he brings the spoon closer to your mouth but then pulls it away with a mischievous smile.

"Here comes the plane!" he says, his voice filled with playful enthusiasm as he mimics the sound of an airplane soaring through the air. He moves the spoon in a swooping motion, as if it's about to land in your mouth, his expression hopeful for a glimpse of your smile.

Despite the pain and discomfort, you can't help but chuckle at his antics. His determination to bring a smile to your face melts away some of the tension, and you find yourself playing along, opening your mouth wide as if ready to accept the imaginary "airplane" spoon.

Once you've finished eating, Jisung takes care of everything, cleaning up the kitchen and washing the dishes with meticulous attention to detail. He returns to you, draping a soft blanket over your shoulders and ensuring you're comfortable on the couch.

Then, he gathers you into his arms, holding you close as you cling to him. He wipes away your remaining tears, whispering words of love and comfort until your sobs subside.

"Shh, it's okay, my love," Jisung murmurs softly, his arms wrapped protectively around you. "You're safe. Just breathe," he whispers, his lips brushing against your forehead in a gentle kiss. "Let me kiss the pain away," he murmurs, pressing another tender kiss against your temple.

As your tears gradually subside, Jisung holds you close, his warmth enveloping you like a comforting embrace. He brushes away your tears with his thumb, his touch gentle and reassuring. "I hate seeing you in pain," he admits softly, his voice tinged with regret. "I wish I could take it all away."

You nestle closer to him, finding solace in his embrace. "It's not your fault," you reassure him, your voice muffled against his chest. "I know you'd do anything to make me feel better."

Jisung's arms tighten around you, his love evident in every gesture.

"I was so scared," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. "When you didn't remember my name or my face," he begins, his words carrying the weight of vulnerability, "it felt like my world was falling apart. I couldn't bear the thought of losing you, of having you look at me as if I were a stranger."

Your heart aches at his confession, realizing the depth of his fears. "I could never forget you, Jisung," you assure him, lifting your head to meet his gaze. "You mean everything to me."

A soft smile tugs at Jisung's lips, his eyes reflecting the love and adoration he holds for you. "Knowing that means more to me than you'll ever know," he whispers, his voice filled with emotion. "I love you more than words can express." he whispers, pressing a tender kiss to your lips. "I'm sorry you're in pain. I'd rather it be me than you."

You lean into his touch. "You're my everything, Jisung," you whisper, your face close to his. "And I wouldn't want to go through this with anyone else by my side."

As you lean into his embrace, you feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your chest. And as he lulls you to sleep with soft murmurs and gentle caresses, you drift off into dreams, knowing that no matter what, you'll always have Jisung there to hold you and kiss the pain away.

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p1utofairy · 10 months ago

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PICK A CARD: BARBIE edition.

★ which one of your manifestations is coming towards you?

NOTE: take what resonates, leave what doesn’t. i feel like people are in need of some positivity and encouragement so here you go! 🍬

pile one.

hi pile 1 🌞 wow i feel like you have a very bright personality! it's so potent and beautiful. you can light up any room you walk into, and once you start seeing your beauty for what it truly is, that's when you'll really become a magnet for the things you desire. i feel like you've come out of some deep situations that left you confused or wondering about your true purpose in this lifetime – but don’t let anyone or any situation ever dim your light or take away your power. your soul purpose is really special and i think you’ve been looking for clarity or some sort of answer/solution to this lack that you’re feeling in your soul. you will definitely receive a message and/or an answer to what you’ve been seeking to find. i see this manifestation being a dream come true, pile 1.

you’ve put the work in and now you’re about to reap the benefits of your labor. this could be a new job, career path/major, business opportunity or an increase in your finances. your spirit guides want you to put yourself out there and say YES to whatever this message might be. you already have the motivation and desire for it, so it just requires you to take action and be confident in your choices in order to receive it. you might downplay yourself a lot or make self-deprecating jokes that ultimately put you in a lack mindset. i’m hearing “psh…yeah right. i doubt something as extravagant and nice as that would happen to me.” but why? whose to say what tomorrow will bring? your guides want you to lean more into your optimism and have faith in yourself, and understand that you truly deserve all the great things that are about to unfold in your life.

you know how to make light of situations, so use that to your advantage. i feel like you have a great sense of humor lol but be kinder to yourself okay? it can be really tough when life starts throwing curve balls at you, but it’s what you choose to make of it. as phil dunphy from ‘modern family’ said, “if life gives you lemonade - make lemons and life will be all like whaaaaat?!” so go out there and show the world what you’re made of!

pile two.

heyyy pile 2! i feel like you're coming out of a period of grief or a loss of some sort – a powerful transformation. i feel like this is more about letting go of a toxic mindset and freeing yourself from negative energy/situations rather than on a physical level. for some of you, a loved one could have recently passed or a connection you had with someone ended but i think it’s more so that you’re in a period of transition and starting to accept things for what they truly are. you’re no longer letting anything or anyone hold you back. you’re gaining momentum in your life path, and your spirit guides are so very proud of you!

they see how much it’s taken you to get to this point in your journey. it’s taken a lot of patience and discipline, but you’ve persevered and made it through - and for that you will be rewarded. i feel like you’ve been trying to manifest a change of some sort…whether that be physically moving out, going on a vacation/traveling, going out more or just a genuine change in your everyday life; i’m happy to say that you will be receiving that! you’ve been slowly but surely focusing on yourself and nourishing your mind, body and soul. you’re now starting to realize that you can accomplish anything you set your mind to…you might be seeing a lot of signs/confirmations like angel numbers, repeating patterns, symbols or animals.

you’re starting to realize that surrender is key - not everything can be in our control and sometimes that’s a tough pill to swallow but that’s just the way of life and it usually works out in our best interest in the long run. a flow of abundance is on its way to you. you can manifest anything you want in this lifetime, it just comes down to your mindset and the power of your words. continue to be at ease and let your actions speak for itself, you don’t have to prove or explain yourself to anyone. you’re on the brink of success and it’s coming in fast, just make sure to always stay grounded and remember where you came from. heavy is the head that wears the crown; you know what you’re capable of and what you deserve so don’t let the pressure and weight of life hold you down. keep moving forward, it’s all going to work out in your favor.

pile three.

pile 333 i just wanna give y'all a hug 🥲 y'all are really going through it right now. heavy water sign energy. do y'all have any pisces, cancer or scorpio in your chart? i get the sense of someone laying in bed…just staring at the ceiling like why? why me? you're trying to process a lot of intense emotions and center your energy, but it's taking a toll on you right now. you feel very alone and and unsure if you can talk to anyone about this. not even trying to be funny, but yeah it's giving existential crisis barbie.

if you've seen the ‘barbie’ movie, you know the scene where barbie just gives up and lays down flat on the ground and they're like "she's not dead. she's just having an existential crisis." 😃 real AF but no no no you gotta quiet down your mind. you can 100% feel and process your way through these emotions, but don't let them take control over you and make you feel like you’re doing something wrong or like you’re not doing enough – release that negative energy! i feel like your mind is going a mile per minute, and you can’t even form a rational thought without getting upset. in terms of your manifestation, i feel like you’re really craving love right now. you’re ready to go out there and bag the person of your dreams, but your guides just want you to first take this time to quiet your mind and trust in them & second believe that love is going to find you no matter what. don’t force it…don’t question it — believe it.

you could’ve had a couple of instances where you thought it was the real thing, but it turned out to be really disappointing and not what you wanted. that’s your spirit guides telling you that you can’t force it. this new relationship will find you naturally and it will be everything you’ve ever dreamed of plus more! this person will not only be your lover, but they’ll be your best friend and your confidant. you will feel absolutely liberated and comfortable to take on any challenge with them by your side. however, you need to let this wave of emotions pass and understand that what’s meant for you will NEVER pass you. you got this my pile 333's 🦋 it will be in reach soon.

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mingi-s-dimples · 5 months ago

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OH EM GEEEE I LOVE YOUR FICS SO SO MUCH (be prepared to see me often hihi) can I request:

hongjoong x wooyoung x reader ? Preferably smut :D maybe where reader keeps annoying wj and hj and they teach her a little lesson AHHHH I love them so so much:(((

Can I be 💭 anon? :]

game over - topaz

REQUEST BY: 💭

pairing: best friends!topaz x fem!reader

rating: 18+

genre: non idol au, smut (lil filth)

summary: you and your boy best friends were playing video games in the living room, but you might have teased them.. a bit too much to their liking.

WC: 2.2k

warnings: wooyoung is a fucking brat (everyone knows this), bratty!reader, woo is teaching reader a lesson for cheating in the game, joong joining in, 3some, creampie, oral (both m&f), handjob, blowjob, sucking off, cum (lots), overstim, squirting, nipple sucking, big dick!topaz, joong is a lil bit confused at first, teasing, unprotected (wrap up irl!), completely consensual!, unedited, I'm sure I forgot something. edit: lil bit of pet names and some degradation? (fucker, slut)

Author's Note: MUAHHAHA 👹👹 I loved writing this pfffff. Thank you SO much anon for requesting this, had so much fun with it. I'M SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG I WAS SO BUSY WITH LIFE AND BACK TO SCHOOL THINGS 😭. I'll do better I promise. Topaz brainrot is EVERYTHING please send me more topaz requests. I hope I fulfilled your expectations, 💭! (send me an ask with your opinion HAHAHAH) love youuu (I am aware it's not necessarily Joong being annoyed by her cheating in the game but he joined in so he was equally annoyed HAHAHAH but he didn't show it -> this eas my view of Joong) -> I still don't feel like I put my whole power and creativity in but I promise y'all won't be disappointed with the kinktober requests 👹)

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction & does not represent the members in any way.

The living room was filled with the sounds of explosions, rapid gunfire, and the excited shouts of my two boy best friends, Wooyoung and Hongjoong. We were all huddled on the couch, controllers in hand, locked in an intense battle in our favorite video game. The stakes were high, and I could feel their determination radiating off them as they tried to outmaneuver each other—and me.

But little did they know, I had a secret weapon. A sly smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I casually pressed a hidden button combination, activating a cheat code I’d discovered online. Instantly, my character leapt ahead in the game, dodging bullets and landing impossible headshots with ease.

"Hey, how are you so good all of a sudden?" Wooyoung complained, glancing over at me suspiciously. Hongjoong narrowed his eyes, clearly sensing something was off. I just shrugged, trying to hide my grin.

"Oh, you know," I replied nonchalantly, "Just skill."

They groaned in unison as I racked up another win, not letting on that I was secretly cheating. Winning felt great, but the real fun was seeing their frustrated faces every time they lost to me. I couldn't help but laugh as Wooyoung threw his hands up in exasperation and he muttered something about "beginner's luck."

If only they knew the truth—that their unbeatable friend wasn’t quite as fair as they thought. You absolutely loved teasing them, the frustrated looks on their faces were amusing you so bad. But in a moment of focusing on your game, you did a thoughtless move, Wooyoung seeing your hand nibbling at the controller.

"You fucker" he shouted. "ARE YOU CHEATING!?"

"NO! WHY WOULD I CHEAT." you said, trying to excuse yourself.

"Woo, it's not the first time I've seen her. Though, I kept it to myself, it was really fun to see her win" Hongjoong said, almost unbothered by the situation.

"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME!" Woo said, frustrated. "Goddamn, you fucked all my stats with your cheating. STOP IT!"

"You'd have to make me, tho."

oh.

"What did you just say, y/n?" Joong exhaled, surprised at your words.

"Exactly what you heard. Do you want me to repeat? Y'all would need to make me stop cheating. Whatever it takes, I'm pretty unbothered, tho"

Wooyoung threw his controller on the coffee table and approached you. He pushed you on the sofa, scanning you from head to toe. He sat on the sofa, his right knee between your legs.

"Say it again."

"No"

"Say. It. Again."

"Make me stop cheating at your little stupid game, you fucker."

"Now that's what I wanted to hear."

Hongjoong came behind Woo and he pushed him away from you. Both you and the younger looked at him confused, but you both suddenly realised the two of you know something he doesn't.

"What!? It's not like I haven't fucked her already."

fuck.

"Joong, you better decide now if you wanna join or look. It's up to you."

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN Y'ALL FUCKED!?" the older man shouted, worried about the situation at first.

"Like I just said, it's not the first time. Now, go away if you don't wanna join. Though, this little slut might actually like the two of us at the same time. I need to teach her a lesson" Wooyoung said, spreading your legs apart with his knee, pressing on your thigh.

But Hongjoong didn't back off. In fact, he came closer, looking contently at what Wooyoung was doing. Now.. you've never been completely honest with Joong. You and Wooyoung have been fucking for a while whenever you teased him one time too much in a day, and he always fucked you dumb as a punishment. Though.. was it really a punishment?

You were looking at the two men approaching you. Wooyoung was already working on your clothes. He started by slowly taking off your shirt, leaving you in only your bra. He then tugged a bit at your shorts, giving Hongjoong a nod to come closer. The younger moved away from you for a moment, letting Joong take the lead and he took off the shorts, revealing the wet spot on your panties.

"What a slut. Already? Were you perhaps getting wet only at the thought of me fucking you if you teased me, hm? Is that right? Come here you little fucker" Wooyoung said and pulled you closer, one hand under your ass and one on your waist. He lifted you and went to his bedroom, where he dropped you off on the bed. The sheets got wrinkly and as you backed off to the headboard, Hongjoong took of his shirt. He was.. hot. Hot as fuck. Whenever you saw him without a shirt, or going to take a shower in only his briefs something in you made you want to crawl on the walls. But seeing him like that.. undressing for you, riled you up in a way only Wooyoung had ever did.

"Now.. what should I do with you, mm?" the younger said, approaching you. He pushed your hands above the headboard, holding them in place with one of his hands. His other hand went down on your body, and while he started planting soft, sloppy kisses, his hand reached your inner thigh, finding it's way to your dripping core. His kisses trailed from your neck and to your collarbones, where he left dark, purple marks. Then as his fingers started slowly rubbing on your folds, he stood up and sat between your legs, looking back at Hongjoong who was, waiting for a sign from Woo. That was the sign.

He undressed himself almost completely, being left in his briefs, from which a huge bulge could be seen. His cock was straining against the fabric, threatening to spring out at any moment.

"Now... baby. Who do you want first?" Woo scoffed.

"Both"

"Ohh, so you wanted this to happen, hm?" the younger said as he spread your legs out once again for the night and gave you soft kisses on your thighs, then within one move of his hand you were left bare in front of him, dripping on the linen. "What was going through that little mind of yours? Did you want both of us fucking you?"

"Y-yes" you mumbled, shivers being sent up your spine as he was now fingers deep in you, hitting all your sweet spots. You were squirming under him, his body pressed onto yours, but it didn't last long. He went down on you, licked his fingers and started eating you out. His tongue riled you up so bad, you started gripping the sheets to not squirm under him too much. He hated that, cause he couldn't eat you out how he wanted. He loved tasting every inch of you, feeling up your insides and sucking on your clit. Everything he did made you eventually move, to which he bit your inner thigh for a short second and held you down even more forcefully.

Hongjoong was also helping himself in the background, you were watching him contently between all your whimpers and moans. He was lazily stroking his length, waiting for an opportunity to jump in. Though, you didn't let him wait too long as you nodded to him.

"Come here, don't stand b-by yourself" your breath hitching from all that was happening between your legs. You murmured, "Let me h-help you" and as he was close enough to you, your hand started pumping him. The view he had was marvelous, you were being eaten out by Woo and he was stroked by your little hand, but little did he know it was about to get better. He let out some soft whimpers and as you pumped him two more times, you pulled him closer by his thigh and took his dick in your mouth. His cock was girthy, he was stretching your mouth good. At first, you slowly sucked on his tip, licking up his length from the base to the shaft. He didn't even know where to put his hands, in the end he rested one on your head, slowly guiding you to suck him properly. You gave the tip soft kisses then went all out and took his dick up your throat, slowly choking on it. You could hear him hold his moans back, but as your own moans were muffled by his dick deep down your throat, he could feel them revrebrate through his body. You could see how he was close to finishing, but you couldn't properly focus on him at the given moment.

"You taste so good, babe" Wooyoung whispered, and as his finger went to your clit and started rubbing it, you let out a loud moan, at which Hongjoong came undone in your mouth, surprising you. You slurped everything up and sucked him off for a short second to gather all the cum dripping from his tip and you swallowed, looking him in the eyes.

Wooyoung looked up to see why you were moving so much, to which he was greeted by the sight of you now sloppily kissing Joong, the position you were in not being the best. He saw the cum stains on your hand.

"Haha, it didn't take him that long to finish. Aren't you such a little slut, hm?" Wooyoung said and as he pumped his fingers inside of you a few more times and rubbed your clit, you creamed on his fingers beautifully, to which he sucked your juices off his hand once again.

"Now.."

"Joong.. please come here. Baby, what do you think about being fucked by both, hm?" Wooyoun said as he lifted and put you on his now bare dick, his back leaned on the headboard. "Tell me. What do you say?"

"P-please, Woo... Joong. I want b-both of you"

"Good girl. You didn't have a choice, anyways."

As he lined his length to your dripping cunt, Hongjoong also climbed on the bed and got a hold of your leg, pulling himself close to you.

"Babe.. remember this"

Wooyoung said and he started rubbing his tip on your folds.

"You'll always be..."

He pushed only his tip in.

"My lovely fucktoy."

And he bottomed out.

To which Hongjoong followed his movements, he pushed himself right in, gripping on your waist as he started wildly thrusting into you. You could feel that he wanted to do this for a while, the way he was fucking you was riling you on the walls. Wooyoung's dick was filling you up so good, girthy and.. the huge length hitting your cervix almost every time he bottomed down.

"F-fuck, you feel so good" the older one said.

"R-right? Look at her, fucked by both of us. She needs to be taught a lesson, right? What did I tell you about cheating, mm?" Wooyoung said and started nibbling and sucking on your nipples. "Hm? what did I say?"

"Y-you said that I-i should not- ngh, do it"

"And why did you do it?"

"I-i love when you fuck m-me like this. Like there's no tomorrow" you said and engaged in a steamy kiss with him, your ass slapping on both men's cocks, taking them up so good. The only sounds you could hear in the whole room was Hongjoong groaning and your own muffled moans as you were filled by two dicks at once.

"B-babe. That's so good. Keep it going, I'm close" Woooyoung whined, and as he pushed himself into your aching cunt a couple more times, he came in you, filling you up with his load.

"Yes, that's good. Take it all up" to which he continued with "I'm not done yet." and he started wildily fucking you again with his once again hard cock.

Hongjoong was also close, his thrusts became sloppier and they didn't have any rythm. He pumped himself into you a couple more times and bottomed down, gave you some soft kisses, trailing your spine and came in you, staying like that for a minute.

Wooyoung didn't show any signs of stopping. You could feel your tummy getting thighter and your clit aching harder.

"N-no, ngh, please, a bit slower" you mumbled.

"No? I didn't have enough fun yet" the younger one whispered and he pounded heavily into you and make you squirt all over him and the linen.

"See, that's what I'm talking about."

"Holy fuck" Joong murmured.

"See, Joong? She's just not the innocent girl you've known until now. Did you see just how good she took you?"

"Y-yes" he said, a little bit shy.

"The fuck are you turning your head around for? Ah, you're shy... for what? You just saw her squirt all over me, haha" the younger one scoffed.

"Don't worry. You'll see her like this many more times, you'll get used to it. Right, baby?" Wooyoung said, lifting you and hugging you thightly.

"Y-yes" you murmured, still dizzy from all that happened a moment ago.

"Good girl. Joong, let's get her washed up."

"Up for a 2nd round?" you said confidently.

"Thought you'd never ask" Hongjoong said, making the two of you laugh.

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nectardaddy · 8 months ago

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don't ever leave - inumaki toge

cw: mentions of blood and death, anxiety/panic attack, light angst in the beginning

notes: not my fav but it's been sitting in my drafts forever, sorta edited

His throat was raw and scorched from words already, thinking to himself he would only make matters worse if he spoke at all. But what would he say if he could? What could he say at all?

How does one offer comfort without words?

It was past midnight, and the young man grappled with the very thought alone as he held you. Holding you tightly as if you would slip away at any moment. Violet eyes watched as tears slipped down your cheeks, feeling his heart strings tie themselves in knots at your broken form. You held onto him tightly, fingers grabbing at the fabric of his shirt that he had worn to bed because letting go meant being alone. And being alone made your mind race.

He didn't realize how missions strangled you, how much they choked you until you were gasping for breath even when you were safe. Didn't realize how much bloodshed and trauma his mind had already become accustomed to or completely blocked out - thinking as though if he did such, everyone else must, right?

He was so terribly wrong. Closing his eyes in guilt because that was so far from what you had done, and he hadn't even noticed. He witnessed the outpour of emotions he had long since forgotten when he opened his tired eyes to you that evening. An evening where he went to sleep rather early from the events of the day; an evening were his throat singed with pain and he winced with every swallow. An evening where he thought you did the same as you gave him a small smile before heading to bed.

But you didn't.

Unbeknownst to him, you tossed and turned, the inner turmoil of emotions bubbling up and over as you laid in bed. Tears running down your face in the darkness of the night as you repeated today's events in your mind - all the while he was sound asleep. Texting him to see if he was still awake, but with no reply you held your breath as you walked to his room. Choked sobs leaving your lips as you opened his door, too afraid to wait and knock as someone might have heard your cries.

You only craved the comfort of a man who couldn't even speak to it.

He was confused when he heard the door creek open and quickly shut, confused when the sound of soft cries hit his ears, and concerned when he heard the gentle call of his name. Groggy eyes opening at the noise only to find your shattered frame, haphazardly wiping your eyes and shoulders slumped - oh god why were you crying?

Now he was sat up in his bed, holding you like his life depended on it; because in that moment, he thought yours surely did. Pale fingers running down your back as he believed he shouldn't speak a word, he couldn't speak a word. His throat was raw and scorched from words already, thinking to himself he would only make matters worse if he spoke at all. But what would he say if he could? What could he say at all?

That you were alright? His words would snap you into a false sense of security, no longer feeling your emotions but shoving them down even further. Ask you what was wrong? You would spill your guts to him involuntarily, whether you wanted to share or not. Even if he were to utter a safe word, his throat was so shredded it would send him into a coughing fit. Then you would care less about your own feelings and more about his well-being. He was at a loss. So he held you. Unwavering in his hold as your tears didn't seem to stop, but wanting nothing more than to ease your mind.

"Sometimes I don't even want to be a sorcerer at all," he heard your mumble, your words jumbled and hushed as you kept your head in his chest. He could only nod gently, hoping you understood that he was listening, as you continued on. "I can't bear seeing you hurt yourself because I'm too weak to do anything."

His heart sunk in his chest at your statement, closing his eyes once more as his mind raced to block out the memory. But to no avail. The mere thought of the blood that pooled in his mouth earlier that day made him sick, and the visceral reaction that came with the thought of harm coming to you was nauseating. It was a thought he desperately wanted to speak to, one of which he only wished to utter the words he wanted.

He would rather succumb death than have you meet the same fate.

As much as the man swore to himself, to his friends, you didn't have such a foothold in his heart, his life would shatter without you in it. He vowed he would never, not in a million years, be so attached to someone he would risk his very own life. But here he sat, voice mutilated and hoarse as he had done just that. Yuuta would tell him it was, morbidly, romantic, but the young man would wholeheartedly deny ever doing such a thing - he was only doing the mission assigned. But he was naive to think such a thing, naive to push his own feelings aside for the sake of ego.

He didn't want to pull away, but he so desperately wanted to speak to your statement, to ease your mind in some way, shape, or form. The tears you shed made his heart wring and shatter. 'It's alright,' he signed, trying his best as he only pulled away one hand as to hold you with the other. 'I'm alright,' he reassured.

"You can't even speak, Toge," you quipped, your voice harsh as it was filled with tears and sorrow. Within your own words, you found yourself clutching his clothing for dear life. Hoping that if you guarded him, as you did your mind, he wouldn't slip through your fingers. Not whisk himself away through means of being a victor, a protector, because how could one protect if they were gone?

'But I'm here,' he signed, a simple statement that even he reveled in. Sorcery was a sinful business, a lethal business; one of which that broke the spirit, mind, and body. A morbid testament to those who ever dared to join the fray - it was win or die trying. 'I'm not going anywhere.'

Usually, the young man wasn't favorable with emotions, never knowing what to do, if anything at all. But it felt natural for his fingers to touch your chin, instinctive for his touch to be gentle and caring as he offered you to look at him. Violet eyes meeting your own troubled ones and pale fingers thumbing away a tear that slipped down your stained cheeks, he gave you a small, tired smile. "M' here," he choked out, his voice hoarse and broken. Seemingly a whisper compared to your own, as he couldn't find the strength to project.

The act made your heart melt within your chest, and few words were enough to set it ablaze. Though it was coarse and fractured, they were the only words you needed to hear in the moment. He was here, he was alive, he was breathing - hopefully now until the end of your days. "Don't ever leave."

@inumakis-boo @inumakisser

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poppyflavour · 12 days ago

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Scammer on the loose, be careful!!

So, today I had the "pleasure" to get a message from a person who wanted a comic. Dude was suspicious from the start, so I decided to dig a bit and get more info.

First he messaged me asking for a comic, which surprised me, because I don't do commisions at the moment, though i was willing to do a single commision if i decided to, so I heard him out.

He requested a comic in which Ragatha and Pomni (tadc characters) would fight over him. I thanked him for asking, but refused to make it. He pretended to get confused at my decision and was claiming over and over that my reasons don't make sense

He claimed that I should be the one telling him the price, and when I explained that I can't because I'm not taking commissions he was surprised, as if I didn't tell him that twice before

He started to act like a child. To make a long story short he said that he wants the drawing and that I should make it for him, and when I asked him why I should do that he just repeated "because I want a drawing"

He kept insisting my reasons for not doing the comic were confusing and kept saying the same things over and over. The conversation basically repeated itself two or three times before I decided I had enough.

In the mean time he commented under one of the posts I reblogged on his side account. He was being mean to one of the other users that commented under that post. When I intervened he called me retarded 2 times

I checked that account and soon enough I realized that's the same person that is trying to scam me. He reblogged a post of a different creator @replacementcodeau which got scammed by him

Here's a link to their post

He also tried to scam user @pizzycrisisline and probably a few more that I just didn't hear of.

I decided I have enough info to call him out, as well as I realized I won't get more information from the scammer himself

He then decided to insult me even more, as well as sending disgusting things and threatened me with rape and murder

This person messaged me from the @4th-hokage , but he also has different accounts. The ones I know about are @anime-deman677 , @three-swordsman , @man-bat567 , but that's most probably not all. He seems to use numbers 6, 7, 8 and 5 quite often in his usernames. He also changed his usernames a few times

I'm sharing this so that less people would get scammed by this person, hopefully no more. He also seems to be reblogging his call-out posts (that's how I found one of his side accounts) so you can identify him by this as well.

Take care of yourselves

EDIT 28.12: another one of his accounts revealed

EDIT 28.12 #2: even more of his accounts (all thanks to this post that was linked to me by mentiones above @replacementcodeau, thank you!

@clearphilosophertastemaker

@ichigo888

@katakuri780

@dabura78946

@anime-demon689

@hollow-man7895

I don't know how many of these are the same account with a changed username, but those are the names he used up to this point

#scammers #call out post #art scam #rape threats #murder threats #not art #take care of yourselves

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dizscreams · 2 years ago

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Hii hii can I request a Jack Champion × actress reader where they react on some edits Abt the two of them in an interview and then one ship edit Abt them came out thank you so much

++ I luv your writing so much some times I go overboard by liking all of them sorry Abt that Have a great day/night

ur so sweet anon ty :( <3 I hope I understood this right 😭

Mesmerized — Jack Champion ★

PAIRING: Jack Champion x gn!reader

TAGS: @beary-rambles @ashlesys-blog @wekiamo @wenvierismycomfort @aesthetixhoe @mbankfav @aqellano @dizzyscreams @c8rdigan @teyamsgirll @evanpeterswifeyy868

A/N: he’s so bf like he’s literallyy my bf?! I love my bf!! bf!! he’s so this song!!

The producers for the interview you were doing didn’t tell you what the interview would be about. Both you and Jack just assumed it was a normal interview until you had to do the intro for the video. ‘Action!’

You wave, “Hi I’m y/n l/n!” Jack follows you and waves as well, “And I’m Jack Champion.” You both share a smile before quickly looking back at the camera, “And today we are going to be reacting to edits of ourselves.” Jacks eyes widen a bit before nodding slightly, “Lets do it.” “Lets do it,” you repeat.

Someone gives you a phone and tells you all you need to do is scroll and give commentary. “Jack, do you ever look at edits of yourself?” You ask him before clicking on the first video, you pause it before it starts to hear Jacks answer. “Uhh sometimes,” he laughs, “When I’m bored, or they’ll randomly appear on my for you page. What about you?” You smile a bit, “Same here. I also get tagged in a lot of them.” “Oohh yeah me too.”

“Shall we start?” You ask shaking the phone a little.

“We shall,” Jack responds with finger guns. You chuckle and start the first video, it’s an edit of Jack. It was of his Scream 6 character, Ethan Landry. Jack was blushing slightly when you had looked over at him. You giggled when the video ended, “Soo what’d you think?” He giggled with you, “People are really talented. I will say though I wasn’t expecting so many people to love Ethan. Especially because of.. the movie,” he said slowly.

You hum, “The movies been out a while I think you can say it.” He looks at you and then back at the camera, “I didn’t expect many people to love my character in Scream 6 because he’s a psychopathic murderer who chases people in a Ghostface mask,” He says in an accent and claps his hands together. You cover your mouth with your hand as you laugh. “Alright let’s move on, next!” Jack says smiling.

“Okay, here you can take the phone this time,” you tell him handing the phone to him. He takes it and scrolls down to the next edit, “I think it’s of you,” he whisper yells. You recognize the clip used as one in an interview you did only about a week ago. Jack looked at the video and then looked back at you while grinning. He seemed to be enjoying this a little too much, but you didn’t mind.

“Aw I liked that one,” you spoke up first.

“Me too,” Jack says as he stared at you. He liked the outfit you chose to wear today, he always admired your sense of style. He also liked the way you did your hair, it framed your face nicely. “Jack?” He cleared his throat, “Yeah? What?” You let out a confused laugh, “Were you listening?” His face turned red at the question, “uhhh-” You shake your head with a smile, “It’s okay, next edit!” You stick out your hand, signaling for him to give you the phone and he just looks at it.

You shake your hand and nod towards the phone a bit trying to be more clear and he tilts his head. You look at him and he looks like a lost puppy with his big brown eyes boring into yours. You smile a bit and lower your voice, “The phone, Jack.” “OH! Right yeah here,” he stumbles over his words as he hands you the phone. The light pink blush dusting his cheeks once again making him look even cuter than before.

“Okay and here we go,” you mutter. The video plays and at first it’s clips of Jack, you can recognize where some of the clips are from. A lot of them are from Avatar interviews, which makes sense. But then there’s clips of you and that causes your eyebrows to knit together slightly. Just a friendly edit, you presumed, but at the end of the video there’s a clip of you and Jack together.

It’s a clip from a little behind the scenes of Scream 6. The small moment was of Jack putting his arm around you while you were both in the backseat of a bus going to set that day. You smiled at the memory and the video came to an end, “That was cute.” He nodded in agreement, he had the same stupid smile on his face, “Yeah.” You took a peak at the comments, all of them were ship comments.

“They’d be so cute together!”

“Are we sure they aren’t dating?”

“The way they look at each other 🥹”

“I WANT WHAT THEY HAVE”

“There’s no way they aren’t dating”

Your smile got bigger and you handed Jack the phone with a quiet, “Your turn.”

The interview went on for a couple more minutes until they were satisfied with the length that the video would be. Then, it was time for the outro. “I’m y/n l/n,” Jack said and you followed his lead, “And I’m Jack Champion.”

“And you’re watching Disney Channel!”

“That’s not it, Jack-“

“And you’re watching Buzzfeed Celeb!”

“There you go. Thank you so much for watching..”

“And make sure to leave a like for more content like this,” he said finishing your sentence in a British accent.

“Cut! That was great, guys.”

You looked at Jack only to find him already looking at you, “You wanna go get lunch?” He asked already standing. “Of course.” You guys made your way out of the filming room and he made sure nobody was looking before he grabbed your hand, giving it a kiss,

“You don’t know how hard it was for me to stay quiet about our relationship. You looked so good, I just wanted to brag about how you were mine the whole time,” he said while pulling you in for a hug. You giggling and wrapped your arms around his neck and gave him a quick kiss, “We’ll tell them soon, babe.”

#dizzy writes?! 😵‍💫#I LOVE THISSS #jack champion #jack champion x reader #scream 6 #ethan landry #ethan landry x reader

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sxfthannie · 1 year ago

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Overprotective

↦ pairing: yandere!joshua x fem!reader

↦ warnings: manipulating, overprotective

↦ note: overprotective yandere joshua because it just makes sense! i feel like this isn't good enough but i don't really know what to edit either so here it is :')

↦ word count: 745

Joshua was the epitome of perfection. A true gentleman, he was always attentive to your every mood and need, and was always there with you through the highs and lows of life. He was the kind of man that every woman dreamed of, but alas, his heart belongs solely to you.

A man who is wanted by everyone is with you so why is it that you seem unhappy these days?

“I’m going out to meet Hyerin at 4pm later.” You murmur, head resting on Joshua’s chest while he gently runs his hand through your hair. “Then I’ll come along again.” He replied, but you were having none of that. “No.” You said firmly. “No?” He repeats after you in a confused state as you push yourself up away from his embrace.

"Shua, my love, I can't have you trailing behind me like a lost puppy every time I go out." You gently expressed, watching as his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "I don't understand," he murmured softly, sitting up on the bed beside you. "Why the sudden change of heart? Why don't you want me by your side?" His questions made you sigh deeply.

"It's not that I don't want you with me, Shua," you explained, your voice soft and tender. "It's just that I want to spend time with my friend alone." Joshua takes your hand in his, his thumb tracing circles over your skin as he speaks. "I just want to be the kind of boyfriend who can protect his girlfriend," he said, his voice filled with love and devotion.

“No other boyfriend does this.” you retorted, your patience wearing thin. You cherished Joshua deeply, but his constant watchful eye was beginning to feel suffocating. “Did Hyerin put you up to this?”

“What?” You utter in disbelief at his ridiculous words. “You’ve been fine the first few months but ever since Hyerin came into the picture, you’ve been trying to push me away.” You scoff at your boyfriend’s words. “You’re being ridiculous right now. She has nothing to do with this.” You say as you get off from his bed. “Whatever. I’m leaving.”

You only made it two steps out of the door before Joshua was by your side, holding your hand and stopping you from leaving. “I’m sorry, love, I–” a sigh escapes his lips before he continues. “It’s just that I’m scared something might happen to you. Like that day.” He whispers the last sentence as he leans his forehead against yours, big hands gently cupping your cheeks. “And I'm scared I won't be able to help you the next time if it happens again.”

You know what exactly “like that day” means.

It was a year ago, back when you and Joshua weren’t in a relationship. You were returning home from college after all of your classes ended when 3 boys from your economics class had stopped you. They wanted to ask you about assignments, which is what you assumed, but their intentions were far more sinister. In that abandoned staircase the students were restricted from, they touched you inappropriately, but luckily for you, Joshua came just in time.

To this day, you don’t know why Joshua used that staircase that day. He never offered an explanation and you never pressured the issue either, being lucky enough that he saved you that day.

“I’m sorry I made you feel suffocated.” Joshua’s soft whispers of apology brought you back from your thoughts. “No. I’m sorry for this.” You said, looking at him in the eyes to show him you were indeed sincere with your apology. “I should’ve known how much that day affected you too.” You confess, ending your apology by pressing a kiss on his lips.

His hand makes its way to the back of your neck, pushing you closer into a deeper kiss before pulling away, breathless.

“So then, can I come along later?” You chuckle at his question. “Of course you can, Shua.” He gives you the smile that even turns his eyes into little crescent moons before pulling you into his embrace.

Jeonghan was right.

“Just try guilt tripping her.” Jeonghan, Joshua’s trusted friend said. “But I don’t want to hurt her in any way.” Joshua replied, his heart sinking at just the thought of seeing you in any type of distress. “It’s either that or you let her go out without you by her side.”

“Okay, but are you sure it’ll work?” Joshua asked, uncertain of his friend's way in this matter. “Trust me.”

Guilt tripping you hurts him but it works so damn well.

#shua !#hong joshua #hong jisoo #joshua x reader #seventeen x reader #yandere joshua #yandere seventeen #svt joshua #hjs overprotective

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midnight-talescape · 3 months ago

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𝒮𝑜𝓊𝓁(𝒜𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇 𝓍 𝒪𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓁𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇)

Kinktober Day 5: Tentacles

This is like the sequel to something I planned on doing on day 15 for Zestial. So like it’s implied you fuck Zestial before.

This will usually end here, IF IT WASNT FOR THE FACT THAT TUMBLR DELETED MY ENTIRE STORY BECAUSE I EDIT THE ENTIRE THING AT ONCE!

Warning: Tentacles, mention of past relationships with Zestial, he also kinda bit a chunk out of you, but its more cannibalistic then vore so uhhhhh…. ooc etc, etc you get the point not for kid

Genre: filthy filthy smut

Word Count: 3.9kish

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Alastor look down in disgust at the overlord trembling below him. He had expected him to beg for mercy, or perhaps fight back.

But to his surprise (and confusion) the overlord simply gripped the necklace around him tightly as he desperately repeated someone’s name.

Curious and intrigue, he didn’t say anything only watch as the Overlord have a mental break down. When no one showed up after a few minutes, he fell limp onto the ground, defeated and more devastated then he ever was when Alastor beat him.

Deciding he have had enough of this nonsense, he walked toward him, ready to add a new voice to his radio when he started laughing and looked at Alastor with pure hatred in his eyes.

“Just you wait…” he croaked out, “…they will come for you… oh I can already tell they will love your soul…”

Alastor cracked his neck, suddenly interested in what this pathtic excuse of a overlord have to say.

“They?”

“They will come for your soul Alastor… they always do when they find someone interesting…” the Overlord mumbled out before laughing maniacally and collapsing onto the ground,

Scoffing Alastor reached out his hand and crushed the overlord, not even bothering to add his voice to the radio.

What a waste of time.

As he walk out from the alleyway he didn’t see a butterfly appearing where the overlord was at.

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Fuck!

Alastor swore under his breath as he struggle to stand. His usually immaculate suit now tattered and torn around the edges.

His composure finally cracking as he felt the suddenly very real threat of dying for the second time.

He stare at the pack of canine overlords, as he try to figure a way out of this… peculiar situation.

He’s sure there’s a way out of this situation.

These dumb mutt look like they share a single braincell, he just need to get away and then he can torment them another day. He just need to escape maybe he can strike a deal—

Do you need help?

Alastor's head snapped around at the soft voice, his red irises narrowing as he tried to pinpoint the source. He could sense the presence, but the words were almost inaudible, like a whisper carried by the wind.

Help? He started laughing at the word, a low menacing sound that echoed through the alley as he straightened his ragged coat. Attempting to maintain some semblance of his usually immaculate appearance. I'm the radio demon. I don’t need help, my dear.

He swiped at a hound, sending it flying back, blood spilling from its maw as it crashed into a wall.

If you say so.

You quiet down again as you watch in silent. Only asking again when Alastor was thrown into a wall a few minutes later.

Are you sure? You might be strong, but you’re still new to hell. I can help you for a price.

Alastor pushed himself off the wall, he hated being in this vulnerable position, the thought of losing to a bunch of lowly hounds was infuriating.

He sneered at the thought of needing help. He was accustomed to making deals, but he held the power in those situations. This time the roles seemed to be reversed, leaving him at a disadvantage he was unaccustomed to.

But he knew better than to turn down an offer when he was in a tight spot. He turned his head slightly, trying to catch a glimpse of the voice's owner.

A price, you say? he repeated, a dangerous edge to his voice as he stared at the hounds, And what might that be, hmm?

Your soul.

You paused before deciding to explain more, knowing how bad it sound out of context and you do like him.

He’s the most entertaining soul that has showed up in hell in years after all, and it will be a shame if you couldn’t have him.

I collect soul as a… hobby? I will lend you my power and you will have your freedom. You can request anything you want, and in return all I ask is for your soul to belong to me.

Alastor's eyes widened slightly at the audacity of the request. He laughed, the sound mirthless as the hounds growled at the noise, uncomfortable with the way he’s acting.

"My soul?!" he scoffed, his voice booming through the alleyway, "You expect me to hand over my soul for your help?"

He eyed the hounds, his mind racing with potential outcomes. If he agreed, he would be at the mercy of whoever came for his soul, but if he refused, he could die right here, right now. He could feel his power waning, his body growing weaker with each passing moment.

“Very well,” he decided, a devious grin playing on his lips as he faced the hounds again, “I accept your offer.”

You smiled before a whirlwind of butterflies appeared and time stopped as they materialize to reveal you standing next to him.

“Do we have a deal?” You asked again, holding out a beautiful crystal that glows with power as you patiently waited for him to accept,

Alastor looked at the crystal, the power emanating from it practically vibrating against his skin.

"Deal."

He reached out his hand, his eyes never leaving the crystal as he took it, feeling the power coursing through him. A wave of energy spread through him as his wounds started to close, the tattered edges of his coat mending and leaving him in his pristine attire once more.

As the deal was agreed upon, the contract bind you together. The crystal turning a brilliant shade of red as you collected his soul, and your power travel through his body in return.

It wasn’t long before time started flowing again, a content sigh escaping you as you place the crystal back in your body, not noticing the way the canine overlords was looking at you as though you were a lost and forgotten dream.

His eyes flicked towards the canine overlord, noticing their gaze wasn’t on him but you. Something about their look sent a chill down his spine.

“Do they… know you, darling?” he asked, taking a step closer to you.

"You remember us, don't you, my lord?" the overlord asked, their voice a low snarl filled with something almost like desperation. "You wouldn't forget your servant who had serve you so loyally, right?"

You look up, tilting your head in confusion, trying to remember if you recognize them from anywhere, “Do I know you guys?”

The overlord let out a whimper at your word, "You used to own our soul... you were the one who gave us purpose..." Their eyes shone with a desperate plea, as if begging to be remembered, to not be forgotten.

“I don’t remember. Beside I must have already return you guys soul…”

You stared at them your eyes blank and continued with a almost cruel calmness, “…then that mean you guys no longer entertain me.”

Alastor watched you closely, a sly smile creeping onto his face as you confessed you didn't remember the overlords. He could practically taste their despair, and it sent a shiver of satisfaction down his spine, the corner of his mouth curling upwards into a wicked grin.

The overlord let out a guttural wail, their voice filled with a mixture of anger and hurt, "No... please my lord... we can still be useful to you!"

Alastor took a step forward, his demonic form beginning to shift as he feel his new power. His antlers growing larger, and his coat turning a darker shade of red.

“There will be no need for that, i’m afraid.” his laughter ringing out like a dark, twisted melody. “You won’t be making out of this alive.”

You stepped back to watch the fight, the destiny of the canine overlord was not your concern.

The second you release one’s soul, they are no longer under your protection.

Alastor turn around to look at you, his voice a low growl, "I'll make sure to put on a show you'll never forget."

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That was almost a hundred years ago.

Ever since then you had kept in contact with him, even though the interaction was far and few in between.

Only really showing up when you felt bored and wanted to see him.

Or in this case, injured and hurt.

Alastor's eyes flickered open, the first thought to cross his mind was that he was still alive. He was so sure that death had finally claim him again.

He let out a groan, the sound amplifying throughout the room, and he wince. There was a dull ache behind his eyes, but other then that all his injury was healed.

"My lord..." he manage out as he sit up, his voice hoarse and weaker than he'd like.

You look up from your book when you heard him calling for you.

“You’re awake.”

Walking over you furrow your brow in annoyance as you inspect the now healed injury on his chest.

“I’m not happy, Alastor.” You lean down as though to make a point, your hand slowly brushing across his chest, “I don’t like my property broken.”

You ignore the way his body froze at your touch, the way he tremble as though being burn by your hand, yet he couldn’t bring himself to move away from your touch.

“You know you could have called for me right? Our deal said you can ask me for anything as long as I still own your soul.” With a little force you push him back onto the bed, your voice fill with something akin to caring but it was not for him,

Your annoyance was directed at the fact that he, who you see as yours was hurt. And not at the fact that he, himself as Alastor was hurt.

And that ignites a sense of anger in him.

It was always like this.

You will show up, save him or fulfill his wish before leaving him. You treat him like one will treat a pet, a prize, a thing, you can dispose of at any moment.

Your eyes will fill with something one will mistaken for love when you look at him, if it wasn’t for the coldness, the emptiness, deep inside.

You don’t love him.

He knows that, and he doesn’t care if you love him, that wasn’t part of the deal, and he wasn’t a pathetic demon that crave your affection.

He won’t be like that overlord he killed all those years ago.

“Are you okay, you’re a little quiet. I’m pretty sure I healed all your wound.”

“I’m fine,” he said, his voice strain and clip. “Just feeling a little… out of sorts.”

He avoid your gaze, the thought of you tending to his injury, taking care of him, stirring something within him that he refused to acknowledge.

You nodded your head before zoning out again, unsure of how to proceed.

You have never been good with people, even when it comes to interacting with the souls you own.

Just as you started considering leaving, Alastor's hand shot out as if sensing your thought. His clawed hand digging into your wrist before he can even think, tugging you back against him.

“You’re leaving already, my lord?” he asked, his voice cold and a hint of disappointment he tries to hide under his mocking smile,

He didn't know why it was so disappointing, and he didn't want to admit it, but it was. He felt a sudden desire, to keep you in the room, and this aroused an unfamiliar feeling within him. Almost like... longing.

You were his jailor, his owner, and yet he still wanted more, the very thought was preposterous to him and something he never thought will happen when he made the deal.

“Do you… want me to stay?” You ask hesitantly, unsure of why he’s acting this way,

Alastor’s breath hitch, his mind at war with his heart. He’s actively fighting the urge to pull you closer, to wrap his arms around you, to demand, to beg that you never leave his side.

"If you're offering so easily," he manage to say, desperately hoping he doesn’t sound as pathetic as he felt, "then who am I to refuse?"

He watch silently as you sat down next to him, in a almost obedient way. You’re a walking contradiction, your power limitless, and god know how many souls under your command. Yet you seem almost innocent in a way, just listening and following whatever people ask you to do.

Like a lamb that simply follow without question.

Like he can ask you to do anything and you will simply look at him with your pretty eyes before following along.

Quiet.

Obedient.

Like he was your master and not the other way around.

His tongue lick across the back of his teeth, as a hunger arise in his body at the thought. His thumb carefully running over your pulse point, feeling the thrum of life beneath your skin.

"You know, my lord," he started, his voice low and hungry, "for a powerful entity, your wrists are awfully delicate."

He couldn’t help it. He want to trace his tongue across your skin, to feel your racing heart, to make you shiver and yearn for more.

“My power… they come from emotion and not physical strength, even though I don’t feel them myself.” You answer truthfully, only instinctively struggling a little as you felt his body temperature burning your skin,

His hold was unrelenting, his thumb never stopping its gentle, teasing strokes. "Emotion," he muttered under his breath, the word sounding like a curse.

He'd never been one for emotions, he'd shut them down long ago, and it had served him well.

But now here he was, burning with want, with desire, with the need to feel more, to have more.

He lifted your wrist to his lips, his breath ghosting over the delicate flesh, warm, enticing, before his lips brushed over your skin, and he let out a satisfied hum, his eyes flicking up to meet yours.

"You said I can ask for anything right?" he murmured, his grip on your wrist never faltering.

“Yes. Anything you wish for, and anything you may want.” You looked into his eyes, “A little… perk for my favorite soul.”

He couldn’t help the please chuckle that escape him upon hearing you confirm his word, reveling in the fact that he was your favorite. His tongue flick out to taste you, the smallest hint of desire seeping into his actions.

"What if I say I want to taste you, my lord. To know what it feels like to have you under me, to hear you beg as I fuck you senseless." He lean in closer, his voice a velvety purr against your ear, "I want to stuff you so full with my cum, you can do little but let me abuse you, my lord. Will you still fulfill my wish then?”

Your eyes widen at his crude words, a difference to how he usually act and your calm facade finally cracking.

“I-if that is what you wish—“

Without waiting for you to finish, he was already pulling you against him. His lips crashing down on yours, rough, hungry, and demanding as his tongue slip into your mouth before you can react. His body pressing against yours, lust pulsing through him.

He let out a growl as you whine, your eyes now filled with tears as you gag softly on his tongue.

He'd been watching you for decades, watching your detached expression, wondering how it would feel to crack your hard shell and make you come undone.

And now he was getting what he desired for who knows how long. He was unraveling you, making you cry and make sounds that no one else have ever heard.

After a few minutes you finally broke apart, a silver strand connecting you before breaking apart.

His heart gave a sharp thump at the sight of you, lips red and puffy, eyes dazed and lost, a far cry from your usual self. His fingers trace your lips, his eyes filled with an odd, heated possessiveness.

"Yes," he whisper, his voice hoarse and deep. "This is what I want, my lord."

Grabbing you, he pushed you onto the bed, pinning you beneath him. His teeth sank into your neck, biting with a fervor like he want to eat you alive.

To swallow you whole, to make sure you will always be with him and him alone.

To make sure that you won't look at anyone else the way he wish for you to look at him.

His eyes danced with dark, intense hunger as he watched you struggle to keep quiet, your efforts to remain silent just fueled his lust even more.

With a snap of his fingers, tentacles sprang to life from the shadows, their black forms slithering and reaching for you eagerly. Tugging and ripping your clothes in a ruthless fashion, leaving you bare and expose.

One long tentacle slithered up to wrap around your wrists, pinning them above your head. Another snaked around your thighs, forcing your legs apart, spreading you wide open. Leaving you completely at his mercy, and it fill him with a sense of satisfaction.

You struggled a little, uncomfortable with the tentacles wrapped around your body, but quite unfortunately used to it.

If you had a nickel every single time you got tied up by a soul you own.

You thought distracted as you remember the only other soul who had the audacity to ask for such a… outrageous request. Only focusing again when you felt a cool tentacle probing at your wet pussy trying to get in.

The probing tentacle slid against your wet folds a few times, slickening itself with your nectar before pushing past your tight entrance, sinking deep inside your body. Your body instinctively clenching around the foreign presence.

"Mmm, you're so tight, my lord,"

His eyes glint with lust and sadistic delight as he watch his tentacle play with you like a doll, the only sign of his arousal being the large bulge forming in his pant.

The tentacle wrap around your thighs tug at your leg. Forcing you to arch your back, to give it better access to your now vulnerable body.

“H-haaa…” you gasp weakly, your body trembling as you try to hold still, tears falling from your eyes as you felt the tentacles pounding against your cervix.

The sight only spurring on his dark desires, he decide he like making you cry, liked the contrast of your soft tears with your normal demeanor, the way you looked so helpless, so overwhelmed, so undeniably his.

"Such a good girl, taking it so well," he cooed, his voice dripping with sinful satisfaction.

The tentacle inside you curl and shift, pressing against your cervix with each thrust, as if trying to force its way deeper into you, to claim you completely. The pressure and pain from the tentacles only making you clench tighter around it, creating a delicious friction that sent waves of pleasure through his body.

"My lord," he moan, his voice thick with lust. "You're so beautiful like this, all bound and at my mercy. Your tight little cunt gripping me so perfectly."

Two more tentacles slither up to your breasts, wrapping around the soft mounds, kneading and squeezing the supple flesh.

One found your nipple, pinching and tugging at the sensitive bud, sending jolts of pleasure and pain straight to your core.

“D-don’t be so r-rough… haaaa!” Your body spasm as you try not to scream when a second tentacle saw its chance and slipped into your ass, “N-not at the same time—“

His eyes gleam with sadistic glee as he watch you squirm and gasp beneath his ministrations.

"Oh, but I think you like it, my lord" he purr, his voice dripping with dark dark desire. "You're being such a good girl, after all."

The stretch in your bottom half painful, but it only seem to make your body produce more nectar, coating the plunging tentacles and easing their way further and further into your body.

Alastor drank in the sight of you, bound and helpless, stuff full of his tentacles, your face a mask of desperate pleasure and pain bliss.

He knew you were on the edge, could feel your body tensing, could sense your impending release.

"That's it, my lord," he croon. "Cum for me. Cum on my tentacles like the good little fuck doll you are."

"N-no… wait..t-too much…” you wail your voice rising in pitch, as your body tremble uncontrollably.

With a final thrust, the tentacle break into your womb, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave. You wail again, your voice raw and broken before a tentacle slammed into your throat. Your body spasm as your pussy clench and flutter around the tentacles buried inside you.

Drool escape the corners of your mouth, tears streaming down your face, eyes rolling back in ecstasy as the tentacles continued their relentless pounding, fucking you through your climax, pushing you past your limits.

The tentacles showed no mercy, plunging into your abused holes over and over, the wet squelching sounds filling the room, your pussy gushing around the thick appendages, creaming them with your release.

Just as you were about to pass out, you felt a warm, viscous fluid gush into your stretched, pussy, the tentacles pumping you full of their essence before abruptly withdrawing, leaving you empty and aching.

Alastor gather your limp form into his arms, holding you possessively against his chest.

"Mine," he rumbled, the word a dark promise, a declaration of ownership.

He stroke your hair, his touch almost gentle, a stark contrast to the brutal fucking he had just subjected you to.

"You did so well, my lord," his voice a soothing caress. "Such a good girl, doing all you can to fulfill my wish…"

“S-shut up…” you groaned out, something you would have never said if it wasn’t for the fact that your body was so throughly fuck by him, “D-don’t expect me to agree to this again… you’re too rough… even Zestial is gentler then this…”

Alastor's eyes flashed with a dangerous rage at the mention of another male touching you, his grip on you tightening.

“Zestial, my lord?” He repeated softly as you nod dazedly confirming your word, his hand rubbing small circles on your back his voice getting dangerously soft, “Are you saying you let him fuck you as well?”

“Who else has had the… honor of fucking you stupid my lord?” He asked his teeth extending as he nibble your neck,

“O-only him and you…” You answered not recognizing the danger you was in,

The thought of another demon touching you, claiming you, filled him with a burning rage. But he quickly tamped down on his emotions, "Only me and Zestial, hm?" He mused, his fingers tracing over the marks and bruises littering your skin. "Well, then. I suppose I'll have to work harder to leave a more... lasting impression."

You screamed when Alastor bit down on your neck and tore out a piece of your flesh. Gulping it down, savoring the taste of your delectable flesh before licking away your tears.

“Shhhh… don’t cry… you taste so good, my lord…”

As you start to calm down, the wound on your neck healing and leaving behind unblemish skin again. He snap his fingers, and more tentacles slithered out from the shadows, their black forms coiling around your limbs again.

"Tell me, my lord," he murmure, his lips brushing against your ear. "How many more can you take before you break?"

#no i don’t have problems #reader insert #x reader #reader smut #kinktober #kinktober2024 #alastor x reader #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel

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I don't have the words to describe (how much you mean to me) Chapter 2

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Summary:

James, Viktor and Jayce go to the library

Notes:

AN: My hope with not including the translations until the end is to make readers just as confused as Jayce and Viktor. Thank you to my wonderful friend who helped me edit this! I cannot spell for the life of me and I am trying my best! I will be updating every week sometime from Thursday to Saturday. Also, Piltovian slippers are just Crocs

Viktor and Jayce’s apartment (formerly just Viktor’s, until Jayce moved in and never seemed to move out) was a small two-bedroom apartment with a bathroom and kitchen. Most of the apartment was not used fully; it was less of a home and more of a landing pad, given how much time the two men spent at the lab. Based on this fact, one would assume the apartment would be slightly empty with how much time they didn’t spend there.

This was not the case.

Stepping through the door, the state they had left the apartment in, made its way into the boys’ consciousness. The kitchen had at least twenty dishes in the sink, dried and just waiting to be put away, a mixture of tea mugs and water glasses on the counter and a very sad-looking pantry. The only saving grace for the kitchen was that Jayce and Viktor agreed when they first started living together, that they would never leave dirty dishes and food out, lest their haven from work turn into a haven for rats. The living room on the other hand was filled with loose sheets of paper, scrolls, and piles of books almost taller than Viktor on nearly every surface.

The two men scrambled to make their home more presentable for their unexpected guest, who wore a sly grin on her face at seeing their rush.

“It’s normally cleaner than this” Jayce said to James.

“No, it is not, do not lie to her” Viktor chimes in.

“She doesn’t even know what I’m saying!”

“Yes, but she can sense the tone” Viktor mused, locking eyes with James whose grin disappeared into a soft blush. Her eyes averted his to take in the room once more.

It took a moment for Jayce to realize that they had both left her standing in the doorway. Quickly, he turned back, extending his hand toward her. Her gaze flicked from his eyes to his outstretched hand, hesitating before lightly placing hers in his. He guided her inside, leading her to the couch. He disappeared into a room only to reappear with a toothbrush but promptly went back in after he placed the item on the table. Jayce continued like that a couple more times. Bringing stuff out which he deemed necessary for James, to only forget another thing and rush back to grab it.

While he did that, Viktor moved the few books lying on the couch, onto the floor. He watched James as she struggled to stay awake, eyes closing only to flutter back open before repeating the same cycle. Viktor grabbed the pillow Jayce had placed on the table and put it on the end of the couch, guiding James down to it before laying a blanket over the top of her sleeping form.

Viktor watched her as he waited for Jayce to rush out again. Her furrowed brow and the lines around her eyes and mouth, all the signs of stress from the day, melted off her face as she fell into deeper sleep.

Jayce returned again, still in a semi-frantic rush to make sure the woman had everything she needed when he felt Viktor’s hand on his shoulder. He looked at his partner and then to the sleeping woman on the couch. Jayce ran a hand over his face. It was then that Viktor looked at what he was holding in his hand.

“A loofah Jayce, really?”

“I don’t know, what if she wanted to shower?!”

Viktor looked at the man with an amused grin. Watching his partner run around like a headless chicken was funny but his determination to make sure this woman was comfortable and had everything she needed was exactly the type of sweet thing Jayce would do.

“She can shower in the morning if she would like, for now, she can sleep. Who knows what she has gone through” Viktor said as the two started walking towards their room.

“How are we going to help her? She doesn’t speak any language I’ve ever heard and it’s not like we can just get her a tutor. People will start asking questions about where she’s from and we already decided that’s not an option”

“We will have to keep her a secret for now. We will help her where we can. There are sure to be a couple of books at the library about teaching languages. When we go tomorrow we will find one” Viktor reassuringly told Jayce. However, he wasn’t sure this reassured him too.

“We’ll find a way to get her home,” Jayce said determinedly “We just might need a lot more caffeine to figure out how”

Viktor chuckled as they made their way into bed.

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The smell of coffee in the morning was one of Jayce’s favourite smells. Moreover, it was more what the smell meant. It meant one of two things. One he was about to drink what he considered the nectar of gods (Viktor thinks Jayce is dramatic). And two, his sweet wonderful boyfriend was awake and they would start their day together. However, as he gained more awareness of his surroundings, he realised the other man was right beside him, his arm still curled up around him.

“Vitya” he whispered in the other man’s ear.

“Mmh” Viktor responded less than fully conscious

“V, I think someone broke in”

Viktor opened an eye at this

“Why would anyone break into our house? We have nothing to steal”

“Well I smell coffee and you’re here so who else could it be”

“Yes I am sure someone broke into our apartment to drink our shitty coffee”

Jayce rolled his eyes at his sarcastic retort. Getting out of bed to investigate the smell. As he walked forward he picked up a small paperweight.

“Oh yes I am sure our intruders will be very scared of you now”

“Are you going to help me or are you just gonna sit there and heckle me”

He huffed before trailing behind the taller man.

They opened the door, looking around the living room, seeing three sets of plates with eggs, bacon and toast along with three mugs of fresh coffee. The two men relaxed slightly seeing as there was no intruder, until the door to the bathroom opened. Jayce lifted the paperweight.

“AHHHHHHH” “AHHHHHHH” “𝜩𝝺𝝺𝝺𝝺𝝺𝝺𝝺𝝺𝝺”

They all screamed as James exited the bathroom.

“Oh my god it’s just you” Jayce said with a breath of relief

“𝝣𝜓𝞏𝞒𝞏, 𝛴𝝠𝞖’𝞔 𝞏𝝃𝜩𝞀𝜓 𝜩 𝝋𝛃𝞀𝟄 𝟄𝛃𝝥𝜓 𝞔𝝺𝜩𝞔!”

As they all took a moment to recover, the two men noticed James’ appearance. She was no longer wearing her torn clothes, instead a black t-shirt and grey sweatpants Jayce had left out the night before. Her hair was also damp indicating she took a shower, which seemed to do her good as the dirt and stress washed away leaving her face looking brighter and younger than it had last night. She grabbed their hands and led them to the small table where the food laid.

“𝜣𝞀𝜓𝜩𝝥𝝇𝜩𝞏𝞔” she motioned to the plates “𝞔𝝺𝜩𝞖𝝥 𝞾𝝠𝞒”

“Thank you” Viktor smiled softly

“Thank you James” Jayce said from beside him.

“𝞔han𝝥 yo𝞒” James tested the word on her tongue and tried again “Thank you”

They sat down and started their meals as they watched James finish what was left on her already half-eaten plate and open up her notebook. When she turned the notebook around to show the two men, they saw that many of the pages were already filled out with lists, pictures, diagrams and schedules.

“Looks like you won’t be keeping your stash for long V”

She drew their attention closer to a set of detailed pictures. The first was a picture of them at the library, followed by pictures that seemed to detail James learning more and more of Piltovian. The final three images detailed the three of them making a machine, a portal opening and then James disappearing.

The boys took a big breath of relief, extremely grateful that at least one of the three of them seemed to know what they were doing.

“Okay library first, James can grab what she needs, then I’ll bring her back here, while you go to the Kiramman’s and grab clothes” Viktor said to the two.

“Library?” James asked.

“Yes,” Jayce confirmed.

She stood. Rushing over to the door and putting on the slightly too small slippers Viktor had lent her last night in order to get home.

“Jayce, we should also buy her a pair of shoes. I do not think she will enjoy walking everywhere in mine”

“I’ll do that after the library,” He said as he walked over to James and put one of his satchels across her shoulder.

Viktor and Jayce quickly finished washing the dishes (Remember! Haven from work, not a haven for rats!) and made their way to James, who was trying to hold in her anticipation. They left the house, Jayce locking the door behind him.

In the light of day, all of Piltover was open to see and from beside the two men, James was buzzing with excitement. Her eyes moved all around taking in the stores, people and buildings. As much as she seemed to want to explore, she never left her spot in between Jayce and Viktor. She paid extra attention to one of the bakeries with a large display of Piltover’s sweet delicacies.

When they finally arrived at the library, James’ breath was taken away by the interior which had shelves that never seemed to stop and then when it looked like it was over there were staircases leading both up and down. Viktor let out a chuckle at her face of awe. He guided her down to the languages section. It would be difficult for James to find material that suited her given that her language seemed to be one that had never seen Piltover. They started picking out books that looked like they would be beginner-friendly; the pile in all their arms growing.

The wonderful thing about Jayce and Viktor is when they get into a task they put their whole concentration into it. The bad thing about Jayce and Viktor is that when they get into a task they put their whole concentration into it. It was when Jayce went to show James a book and realized he couldn’t find her in the entire section.

“Viktor! She’s gone”

“What? Who’s gone?”

“James, She’s not here”

“No she is rig-” Viktor looked behind him. “I swear she was there two seconds ago”

“I looked already she’s not in this whole section”

Viktor passed the books in his arms off onto Jayce as he walked hurriedly off to other parts of the library. The two boys went from section to section quietly calling out her name until they got to the one part of the library they hadn’t checked yet. The children’s section. Viktor entered and started calling her name as loudly as he could in the library.

“𝑗𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠”

Almost immediately her head popped up from one of the small bookcases. He made his way closer to her

“Where did you go? We thought we lost you or something happened” Though James didn’t understand the words he was saying she seemed to understand the worry on his face clearly

“𝞏𝝠𝞀𝞀𝞾,” she said touching his upper forearm, not noticing his slight blush, she continued talking animatedly, “𝛃 𝝸𝜩𝞏 𝟄𝝠𝝠𝝥𝛃𝞖𝝋 𝝇𝝠𝞀 𝜣𝝠𝝠𝝥𝞏 𝝸𝛃𝞔𝝺 𝟇𝝠𝞀𝜓 𝝮𝛃𝝃𝞔𝞒𝞀𝜓𝞏 𝜩𝞖𝛴 𝝥𝛃𝛴𝞏 𝜣𝝠𝝠𝝥𝞏 𝜩𝞀𝜓 𝝮𝜓𝞀𝝇𝜓𝝃𝞔! 𝞔𝝺𝜓𝞾 𝝺𝜩𝞃𝜓 𝞏𝛃𝟇𝝮𝟄𝜓 𝞃𝝠𝝃𝜩𝜣𝞒𝟄𝜩𝞀𝞾 𝜩𝞖𝛴 𝞔𝝺𝜓 𝝋𝞀𝜩𝟇𝟇𝜩𝞀 𝛃𝞏𝞖’𝞔 𝞃𝜓𝞀𝞾 𝝃𝝠𝟇𝝮𝟄𝛃….”

When she looked up she noticed Viktor’s lost face and disappointment made itself apparent on her face. She pushed the feelings away for now as she pointed to a bunch of pictures in the kids’ books

“Of course. Books for kids would make it easier to understand because of the pictures” he realised

Jayce found them shortly after, relief clear on his face as he ran up and examined James’ face in his hands. Checking for any cuts or signs she had been hurt. Once he was satisfied he moved his hands and took a step back, rosy blush working its way onto his cheeks. Viktor smiled at his partner's actions and ensuing embarrassment.

“James was just looking for appropriate reading material” supplied Viktor, getting him up to speed on their recent adventure.

James grabbed the rest of the books, brows furrowing when she noticed the boys lack of books. They walked back to the pile of books they had left in the other section and made their way to check out. James piled book after book into the bag Jayce had given to her, then into Jayce’s bag and Viktor’s after. She still had to hold a couple in her arms on the way back home. Jayce had left them halfway on the return home as she and Viktor continued to the apartment.

Once in the door, she took off her shoes and raced to the couch, dropping all the books around her. Viktor moved to sit beside her as she started going over each letter in the alphabet, practicing

She pointed at the first letter, A, tapping it and looking at Viktor. He looked at her confused. She tapped a finger to her lips telling him she wanted him to make the sound of the letter. They went through the list, him sounding out the letters and her repeating after him until it sounded like how he said it.

After she was satisfied with her progress, she moved on to one of the vocab books with pictures. Viktor watched as she took a sticky pad and placed a note on the table, labelling it in Piltovian and her language. She looked at him, asking him silently if it was okay. When he nodded in response, she stood up getting to work placing the notes on objects all around the house. He watched her work and was reminded of the concentration Jayce and himself often displayed. When she looked up from her most recent labelling, Viktor was caught in his staring and quickly moved to open a book.

When Jayce returned home the first thing he saw was a sheet of paper stuck on the wall. It held a small drawing of three stick figures, two labelled Jayce and Viktor standing next to each other and a third labelled James standing further off to the side. He looked around the house and found many more images or sticky notes holding words written in a language he recognized and one he didn’t. When he looked to the couch, he saw Viktor and James sitting, the former reading and the latter intensely writing notes.

It took a second for the pair to notice that the taller man had returned home. When he reached the two, he passed two of the three bags he had been holding to her. She looked at him with a confused expression which Jayce just smiled and nodded at her to continue. She opened the first, which held various items of clothing, and the second, which carried a pair of shoes. He then passed her the third bag, she took out the box from inside and when she opened it, her eyes widened. Inside was a variety of pastries she had seen from the bakery they had walked past.

“Thank you!” She said genuinely

“You’re welcome” he smiled gently in response as he held a hand out. “Come with me”

She placed her hand in his as he guided her to the spare room, that once used to be Jayce’s.

“It’s yours” he said, taking the bags and placing them by the bed. “For James”

“𝟇𝛃𝞖𝜓?” she questioned “James?”

“Yes”

“Thank you,” she said as tears started to form in her eyes, overwhelmed by both of their kindness. She placed her hand on his upper forearm. “𝞾𝝠𝞒 𝛴𝝠𝞖’𝞔 𝝺𝜩𝞃𝜓 𝞔𝝠 𝛴𝝠 𝞔𝝺𝛃𝞏. Thank you”

He held her eyes for a second, trying to tell her words of comfort he couldn’t speak. They made their way back to the couch, the three of them quietly reading or working, James breaking the silence every now and then to ask them how to say a word. Warm comfort filled the room as they passed the afternoon like this.

Translations:

“𝝣𝜓𝞏𝞒𝞏, 𝛴𝝠𝞖’𝞔 𝞏𝝃𝜩𝞀𝜓 𝜩 𝝋𝛃𝞀𝟄 𝟄𝛃𝝥𝜓 𝞔𝝺𝜩𝞔” = “Jesus, Don’t scare a girl like that”, “𝜣𝞀𝜓𝜩𝝥𝝇𝜩𝞏𝞔” = “Breakfast”, Thank you = 𝞔𝝺𝜩𝞖𝝥 𝞾𝝠𝞒, “𝞏𝝠𝞀𝞀𝞾” = “Sorry”, “I was looking for books with more pictures and kids' books are perfect! They have simple vocabulary and the grammar isn’t very compli…. = 𝛃 𝝸𝜩𝞏 𝟄𝝠𝝠𝝥𝛃𝞖𝝋 𝝇𝝠𝞀 𝜣𝝠𝝠𝝥𝞏 𝝸𝛃𝞔𝝺 𝟇𝝠𝞀𝜓 𝝮𝛃𝝃𝞔𝞒𝞀𝜓𝞏 𝜩𝞖𝛴 𝝥𝛃𝛴𝞏 𝜣𝝠𝝠𝝥𝞏 𝜩𝞀𝜓 𝝮𝜓𝞀𝝇𝜓𝝃𝞔! 𝞔𝝺𝜓𝞾 𝝺𝜩𝞃𝜓 𝞏𝛃𝟇𝝮𝟄𝜓 𝞃𝝠𝝃𝜩𝜣𝞒𝟄𝜩𝞀𝞾 𝜩𝞖𝛴 𝞔𝝺𝜓 𝝋𝞀𝜩𝟇𝟇𝜩𝞀 𝛃𝞏𝞖’𝞔 𝞃𝜓𝞀𝞾 𝝃𝝠𝟇𝝮𝟄𝛃…., 𝟇𝛃𝞖𝜓? = Mine?,“𝞾𝝠𝞒 𝛴𝝠𝞖’𝞔 𝝺𝜩𝞃𝜓 𝞔𝝠 𝛴𝝠 𝞔𝝺𝛃𝞏” = “You don’t have to do this” Lmk if the translations are too difficult/or compact to read and I can play with formatting.

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