In response to the mess Infold/Papergames has created regarding Valko’s introduction and cancellation, I will mostly be posting Valko content and information regarding the movement. See a bit more of my thoughts here and more info about what’s going on here
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Rafayel draws you.... a lot. like A LOT a lot. It's unintentional. He never meant to have sketchbooks upon sketchbooks saved with your face alone it just happened... It's what he claims anyway. If you happen to stumble upon them he will immediately blame you and how he as an artist cannot not capture beauty when he sees it.
Rafayel hates going out. But that doesn't mean he won't follow you wherever you go, he's such a loser for you. As long as he's with you he doesn't mind where you take him. (although, please don't let it be another exhebition of his)
Rafayel loves putting his head on your chest, the sound of your steady heartbeat, can lull him into sleep within minutes. After so many lifetimes of heart offering he is happy to hear yours beat. The sound is reassuring but he'll never dare to admit it out loud.
complimenting you is one of the things Rafayel does unintentionally but all the time. he can't help but appreciate you and the way you exist, you are the highlight of his very existence and he WILL make sure that you know that, you're his muse after all.
Rafayel loves to act like he hates cats, but at this point you know that's not true, whenever the two of you are out and he spots a stray kitty he makes sure to buy cat food for it and take them to a local shelter. Afterwards he will make an absurd excuse "That cat would eat your poor fishie if i didn't tend to it! Trust me it was already scheming!"
notes: first ever post, keep in mind that these are my headcanons and i completely understand if you don't agree with them, although I'll ask you to be respectful about them <3 I'll make edits along the way if i dislike something.
lovie, i got Q... and apparently there's a kink with that????
quirofilia with wolfie please 🙏
Hello honey dearest!
Ok folks, quirofilia aka, hand kink.
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"Like that baby girl?" Valko teases as he pulls his fingers out of your sopping cunt. They're sticky and covered with your juices, which he licks clean, tongue darting out to between his lips.
You moan at the loss, your hole fluttering around nothing, hot and achy like you're staving off a fever. Valko quirks a mischievous eyebrow at your dazed state.
"Missing these?" he asks, waving his hand in front of your face, glistening with the remnants of his saliva and your musky nectar. You bite your lip at the crude sight, unable to stop from gawking.
His hands were large and veiny, with wide palms and long fingers that you swore reached your cervix. The sight of them makes the coil in your belly tighten with shameless want, and your pussy spasms in protest, all but begging for him to bury them back inside.
"You're so mean, Val…" you pout, and he laughs, low and deep, before pressing his index finger against your lips. Your tongue boldly flicks out, tasting him, tasting yourself, the lingering tang and salt, before sucking the digit into your mouth.
"That's a good girl," Valko croons. "Get em nice and wet for me." He adds his middle and ring fingers to the mix, your lips stretching to fit them all, a small trickle of saliva escaping from the corner of your mouth.
When he drags them out, they're glistening, and he pauses for a second too long to make sure you saw before dipping back down between your moist folds. You moan as he rubs your clit, nice and slow, spreading the wetness all over the little nub before stroking lower, lower, and...
A loud cry escapes your lips as he pushes, one finger, then two, then - oh god, oh god - a third, until you're split impossibly wide. Your cunt clenches in delight, sucking him in as his thumb takes over stimulating your clit.
"Fuck, Valko..." you hiss, but all you can do is cling to his other arm, leaving half moon dents into his biceps.
"Who'd have thought you're such a whore for my hands?" He crooks his fingers to brush your gspot, and you swore you saw stars. "All this time, dreaming of all the dirty things these fingers could do." He nips your ear and you whimper.
"Now be a good little mouse, and show me how much you love making a mess. Don't be shy. I want you dripping all over my palm by the time I'm done with you."
okay have you seen those videos online where the girl tells her partner that she was in the mood last night and he fell asleep💀 imagine telling valko that😭😭😭
Poor Valko he'd be so upset with himself because he'd feel bad that he left you needy UGH I MISS HIMMMM
I got R (hope it's still free haha) this time, so reverse cowgirl !
Thank you ~
Hello my lovely! Glad to see you again! That's a very good choice for R! Very on brand for my kind of sluttiness lmao.
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"Fuck..." Valko hisses as he lies back against the pillows, watching the pretty view of his long, hard cock disappearing inside your tight wetness, glistening with your juices as you bounce leisurely on him.
Sloppy, wet noises fill the room as you balance your weight on your knees, raising your hips high enough to almost slip him out before you slid back onto him in one go, the slap of your fleshy ass on his pubic bone echoing crudely in his ears.
You could hear him panting, knew he was close to blowing his load, and hanging on desperately, trying not to be a loser.
"What are you doing to me, mouse?" Valko groans, reaching out to lift one of your rounded cheeks so he could see more of himself being swallowed by your pussy. "Tryna milk me dry with this damn cunt of yours..."
His hips involuntarily jerk to sheath himself as you begin the slow ascent upwards, sliding more and more of him out of your velvety warth, giggling when he grips both your hips to keep you in place.
"Damn tease," he growls, thrusting upwards, and you moan as your breasts bounce from the force. "Squeezing me so good...make me never want to leave ya..."
A low guttural noise emanates from his chest as you pick up the pace, skin slapping on skin as you ride, trying to get him to his peak. Valko's breath is now broken and uneven, eyes glazing over as his balls tighten up with the promise of a satisfying climax.
"Yeah...good girl...take me deep...gonna breed this slutty little hole so good..."
His words end in a sharp gasp and a few uncontrollable thrusts as he finishes, burying himself as deeply as he could, his thick seed spilling into your slick channel.
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Good evening everyone! I'm all settled into my hotel, so that means it's report time. Shoutout to my Doordasher Charles for the bomb ass ramen.
I'll be in an appointment tomorrow morning, then driving again, so I will most likely be posting tomorrow's report in the evening as well!
What's your favorite LADS feature?
Photobooth
Playtime
Desk decorating
Home system
Battles
Secret Times 😼
Remaining time: 58 minutes
7/22/2026 Report
First of all, let me reiterate this once again because I've had several people message me about it. The banner post on TikTok that includes all 6 LIs was never taken down. I check their socials everyday and have been since the 30th. It has always been there.
One of MY X posts has somehow gotten popular? 😭 I posted on here a few days ago about messaging Nici and they got back to me this morning!
Valko is ALL over the LADS Supertopic on Weibo.
LADS ranking on CN iOS App Store:
LADS CN revenue. Massive yikes. iPad revenue has PLUMMETED (top right graph). Wonder if the minors stopped using their parents' card...
Apparently, even LADS customer service workers are reaching out to big-spending players Actual insane behavior. Creds to the CN girls for holding the line.
"Um, um..! I want to tell everyone 😆 no 🐺 no 💰 is really super effective!! There really was a customer service rep who proactively reached out to a big-spending player begging them to come back, looks like YZY Games really cares about the revenue 😎🫶🏻🫶🏻 But this young lady made it very clear! She only has one demand: Give us back our little wolf!! We have to keep pushing, guys 🫶🏻"
This user confirmed the information. The reps aren't asking people to spend money, but they ARE contacting whales and asking them to come back to the game.
"All right, I have heard back from her directly.
Translation: Sis, ever since customer service added me, they’ve only been apologizing to me. They never said anything trying to persuade me to come back to the game or encouraging me to top up (spend money) again.
The idea that they were ‘trying to persuade players to return and continue spending’ is really just speculation that many dissatisfied players came up with based on the fact that customer service re-added former whale (big-spending) players as contacts.
But at least in my chat history with customer service, they never expressed anything like ‘please come back to the game and keep playing’ or ‘please continue spending money on our game."
ANOTHER article, this one on Toutiao (Jīnrì Tóutiáo), ByteDance's news platform. This X user already provided the big points, so I'll paste them here!
➺ The article states clearly that LADS is a game designed for adults 18+. Age-appropriate governance should block minors from accessing it, NOT water down the content for adult players.
➺ It directly proposes a governance cycle: discover the problem, rectify within a deadline, re-evaluate, restore service. It argues that after a company completes rectification and passes review, it should have a clear and predictable path to resume normal operations. Simply removing products is not a mature solution.
➺ It acknowledges that during the LADS controversy, there were concentrated posting campaigns, mass complaint mobilization, and escalation from product issues to attacks on the company and player groups. And it raises the possibility that minors may have been pulled into these coordinated attacks as participants, not just as victims of inappropriate content.
➺ It states that protecting minors means BOTH keeping them away from inappropriate content AND preventing them from being used as tools to attack companies, creators, or other users through online group manipulation.
➺ And it says game companies deserve a normal operating environment free from false information, cyberbullying, and abnormal mass reporting.
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(don't know why this link is being stupid, but anyway)
The Sina article was reposted by another CN news outlet. From this user on X (their summary is very similar to my own):
A new article from the Chinese business media outlet *China Civil & Commercial Network* addresses the controversy surrounding *LADs* within the framework of China's "Qinglang" campaign, aimed at combating malicious online manipulation. (Yes, I found it and verified the information).
The article examines the evidence dossier compiled by players regarding the events that occurred between June 29 and July 1. It notes that many of the original posts subsequently became inaccessible, though the exact cause has not been confirmed: whether due to the author's decision, platform actions, privacy setting changes, or other reasons.
It also indicates that documentation has been submitted to the competent authorities and that courts have admitted civil lawsuits for processing, although definitive legal conclusions have yet to be reached.
The article does not claim that the existence of an organized online "army" has been proven. However, it maintains that factors such as the use of similar phrasing, the concentrated posting of messages, the repetition of content across different platforms, reposting after deletions, mass reporting, and moralistic labeling constitute serious red flags that warrant investigation.
Its primary concern lies in how criticism of a product can quickly escalate into attacks on the company, its creators, and entire communities of players.
According to the preserved screenshots, one post amassed 462 reposts, 875 comments, and 9,396 "likes" in just half an hour; from there, the debate escalated to demands for sanctions against staff and service shutdowns, in addition to labeling the company and its users with extreme moral tags.
The article also focuses on the economic damages stemming from this type of pressure. Canceling content that is already nearly complete means wasting development costs, launch opportunities, and user attention, while invalidating the work of scriptwriters, artists, programmers, voice actors, localization teams, and other personnel.
Moreover, this situation can push companies toward creative self-censorship: not only are truly problematic ideas eliminated, but innovation itself becomes viewed as too risky. The broader economic context is relevant.
In the first quarter of 2026, China's domestic video game market generated approximately 14.3 billion dollars, while overseas revenue—from games developed in China—reached 6.33 billion dollars, representing a year-over-year increase of 31.76%. (These figures cover the entire video game market, not just *LADs*).
The author argues that video game companies must compete based on technology, original content, service quality, the strength of their intellectual properties (IP), and global operations, rather than through generating negative traffic, mass reporting, repetitive labeling, or manipulated outrage.
The article takes care to note that legitimate criticism, consumer opinions, and media scrutiny must remain protected. Its target is false information, decontextualized snippets, amplification that appears coordinated, online harassment, and pressures that supplant fact-based investigation.
Overall, the article leans toward the idea that the controversy surrounding Valko may have been amplified by harmful mechanisms of the digital environment, rather than reflecting the genuine opinion of the entire market."
Things are looking good for us, friends! Especially considering INFOLD EMPLOYEES are asking players to come back. Does that seem a little pathetic to anyone else?
Let me remind you that we aren't working towards a deadline—we're working towards a goal. This is a marathon, not a sprint. Pace yourselves!
If anyone else told you the big bad wolf Valko was a virgin, you would’ve laughed in their face.
But here he was, your Valko, hovering over you in his bed, ears twitching, tail thumping nervously against the mattress as he tried (and failed) to look collected.
“You’re sure?” he asked again, voice low and rough, one hand trembling slightly where it gripped your hip. His cock was heavy and flushed against your thigh, leaking steadily just from kissing and grinding. “We can stop anytime. I don’t… I don’t really know what I’m doing. I’ve never-“
You cupped his face, pulling him down into a slow, deep kiss until he melted against you with a soft rumble.
“I want this,” you whispered against his lips. “I want you. Right now.”
He made a broken sound and nodded, forehead pressed to yours as he lined himself up. The blunt head of his cock nudged against your entrance and your eyes widened.
Holy fuck.
You were just realising how big he was. Thicker and longer than you expected, the sheer size of him making your thighs tremble before he even pushed in.
Valko noticed your reaction immediately. “Too much?” he asked, voice tight with worry, ears flattening. “We can-“
“Don’t you dare stop,” you breathed, wrapping your legs around his waist. “Just… go slow.”
He swallowed hard and pushed forward.
The stretch had your eyes fluttering shut. You gasped as he sank in inch by inch, moving slowly and carefully, his jaw clenched like he was fighting every instinct to thrust hard. His hands gripped the sheets on either side of your head, trembling.
“Fuck… you’re so tight,” he groaned, voice cracking. “So warm… all mine…”
He bottomed out with a soft, trembling whimper, buried to the hilt. For a moment he just stayed there, shaking, breathing hard against your neck.
“Am I… am I doing okay?” he asked shakily, clearly unsure. “Tell me if it hurts. Please.”
“You’re perfect,” you moaned, nails digging into his shoulders. “Move, Valko- please.”
He started moving. Slow, experimental thrusts at first, learning your body with every roll of his hips. But the second he found the angle that made you cry out and clench around him, instinct took over.
His pace picked up, moving with more vigor and intent, hips snapping forward with growing confidence even as he kept checking in.
You could barely understand the question. Your mind was spinning, body burning with pleasure as he fucked you so deep you felt him in your stomach. He was so thick, stretching you open so perfectly, and every thrust made you see stars.
“So good- fuck, Valko- don’t stop-“ you babbled, head thrown back, completely cockdrunk. Your walls fluttered and clenched around him like you never wanted him to leave.
Valko groaned, the sound raw and desperate. He didn’t expect it to feel this good. So tight. So warm. Gripping him like your pussy was made for him.
“Shit- you feel incredible,” he growled, hips losing rhythm as instinct completely took over. “So wet… so perfect for me…”
Then he felt it.
Something swelling at the base of his cock. His knot.
His eyes widened in surprise. “Wait- wait- I’ve never-“ He tried to pull back slightly but your legs locked tighter around him.
“Don’t- inside,” you gasped, so far gone you could barely think. “Please, Valko-“
He couldn’t hold back. With a broken moan he pushed deep and let it happen. His knot swelled, locking him inside you as he came hard, pulsing hot and thick, filling you up more than you thought possible.
The feeling of his knot stretching you, locking you together, sent you over the edge again with a cry of his name.
Valko collapsed on top of you, careful even in his haze, arms wrapping tight around your body as he shuddered through the aftershocks. His tail curled around your leg. His face stayed buried in your neck, breathing you in like you were oxygen.
“Was that… okay?” he mumbled shyly after a long moment, ears still slightly lowered even as his knot kept you tied together. “I didn’t expect… that. I’ve never… fuck, you felt too good. I couldn’t stop.”
You laughed breathlessly, fingers threading through his hair as you kissed the top of his head.
“You were perfect,” you whispered, still trembling around him. “My good boy.”
He huffed softly, but the way he nuzzled deeper into you, rumbling happily, said everything.
"Two years ago I never would have thought I'd have a husband."
The words flow effortlessly from your lips as you admire the wedding band that shines under the moonlight. Your back resting against the steady rise and fall of Sylus' chest as he downs the rest of his wine.
"Is that a good or bad thing?" The glass is set down with a soft clink, the surrounding forest fills the air with a beautiful symphony. Now, it's accompanied by your laughter.
"It's a wonderful thing." You tilt your head back, not at all surprised to see Sylus already looking at you.
"Some would say we moved quite fast." Crimson eyes search yours, as if waiting for you to suddenly change your mind and agree with them. "I don't think we moved fast enough, honestly."
And you're not joking in the slightest, a smile creeping up your lips as his mouth opens slightly in surprise. "You hated me at first."
It's slightly incredulous, and now you're really laughing. "Yeah? And look how long that lasted, look at where it got me." You wiggled your ring finger in front of him, the wedding band he crafted sparkling in his face. "You're stuck with me for the rest of your life, Sy."
He’s quiet for a moment, really studying his own craftsmanship residing perfectly on your ring finger. A small, content smile creeping over his lips as he utters "I wouldn't want it any other way."
The kiss that follows is soft, reverent. His hand sliding along your jaw and tilting your head back so he can angle himself correctly to slot his lips against yours. He tastes like the wine he had just finished, rich and aromatic, with a hint of something that has always been uniquely Sylus. “I love you.” Whispered just millimeters from your lips.
“I love you.” You breathe back, eyes heavy with need as you reach your arm back to grab him, angling him down to make your lips meet once again. Nevermind your own desires, the separation felt torturous. You needed him on you, even if you were practically glued together on the outdoor couch right now. It wasn’t enough.
"Say it again, please." The words are muffled again your skin, nearly swallowed whole by your own mouth. The softest, most desperate plea to hear your declaration once more.
"I love you."
"Again"
"I love you, Sylus."
S'my two year anniversary of playing LaDs today... I downloaded it for Sylus two whole years ago that's wild! Fucking infold and this boycott bro... I miss my fictional husband I haven't logged in to see him in 21 days... I probably would have written something bigger or longer but I’m actually sad asf thinking about this lol 💔 - Soul
very specific and kinda stupid headcanons of the lis (but it’s bullshit things i do that i’ve just assigned to each of them)
xavier
takes pics of his car parked and/or videos of him walking through parking decks/lots to remember how to get back to his car at new places
mobile orders at most places bc he customizes Everything and enjoys accruing rewards like…way too much
zayne
notoriously bad about cleaning out his camera roll and has at least four duplicates of each “important screenshot” he’s taken bc he’s afraid he’ll lose it when he really needs it
pretends he’s a youtuber when he makes food/coffee/treats, etc. alone and talks to the audience
rafayel
unironically says acronyms like omg, irl, btw in professional settings/convos and doesn’t care about it like at all
must be wearing at least three accessories at any given point (extra points if there’s at least 7)
sylus
takes pics of every pasta dish he eats and saves it to his pasta folder in his camera roll
has an irrational fear of smelling bad and hates even more when he can’t smell himself so he applies body spray/lotion/perfume like literally every other hour
caleb
takes a selfie of himself every time he’s in an elevator (yes every single time)
enjoys sitting in parking lots a lot and WILL make time to eat a snack and watch videos in the car in one of the spots furthest from everyone
valko
adds !!! and :) to the end of every work message and email to colleagues/peers
cannot stand when cold drinks/cans condensate so he wraps them in a napkin/paper towel so he doesn’t have to feel it
Thinking about how none of the six lads men would let you suffer alone. You’re not feeling well? You’re not a fan of saying what you feel, or you struggle with asking for help?
It’s never been a huge deal for them.
Xavier's always been more observant than he lets on, especially when it comes to you. He sees the exhaustion on your face. The way your shoulders are tense. His brow furrows when you say you’re “fine” every time he asks. He doesn’t push it. Doesn’t say he’s here for you– you know that by now. He makes sure to show it.
Food gets ordered, the bed gets made, pillows get fluffed, and whatever you find joy in? A movie, a show, a content creator… it gets put on. Even if it’s a video game– he’ll play it for you, or watch you play it, or play with you. Whatever works, whatever you want.
The two of you sit side by side. He doesn’t start a conversation, doesn’t start trying to prompt you. Instead, Xavier watches how you relax. How you look lighter, and how naturally, you lean against his shoulder.
And when the sun sets, the sky becomes dark, and whatever is weighing on you is forgotten? He’s happy. If instead it pulls you down and you start to cry? He’s got you. He holds you, as gently as he can, and asks if you want to talk. If not? That's okay. He can wait. And when you finally do talk… His words back are nothing but soft and sweet.
“...Starlight, you mean the world to me, you know that, right? Hearing your feelings… Will never be a burden to me. Ever.”
Zayne has always been blunt, but that doesn’t mean he’s careless. He’s blunt when it’s required; medical results, taking care of health, or about addressing that he knows you’ve been teasing him for the past five minutes just for a reaction.
But emotions require nuance. Because he knows you’ve been feeling off– he can see it in the way your visits seem to dwindle in time, and his notifications receive less and less texts. At first, he might think you’re mad at him, but you laugh on a phone call, and bring him a box of his favorite treats. That’s how he knows you’re not mad at him– you’re mad at yourself.
Zayne puts in more effort, where you drop it. Decided to skip breakfast because you were too tired? He brought you a brown bag, anyways, and he’ll even drive you to work. You come for lunch at his office, and he makes you try some of the ‘new juice’ they had at the cafeteria in the hospital just so you drink something that isn’t just straight caffeine. Texts get sent after he finishes every task, just to check in with you. When you respond with ‘im good, just busy’, he isn’t swayed.
Its when he finally comes home and starts making dinner– the one he knows you love– when you ask what's up with him. When he confesses he saw you feeling down. He sees the stages of guilt, of pain, the memory of whatever was dragging you down flicker through your eyes as the tears well up; for a second, he wonders if he went about this all wrong. And then your tears start to spill, and you tell him he didn’t have to worry, and you try to come up with an excuse before he pulls you in to his chest– one hand keeping the dinner from burning, as the other rubs your back.
“It’s okay. I’m… I know I tell you I always want you to be okay. That is just for your physical health. If mentally, you feel bad, I don’t need you to hide that from me. Even if you don’t wish to confide in your doctor for fear of judgement… Please know that as your partner, I will never judge you for feeling like this, and that I’ll do whatever I can to help you feel better.”
Rafayel always talks about how he feels. He complains about Thomas. About the stupid gallery he doesn’t want to go to, about how he’s felt a little burnt out, recently. However, you never complain back about what upsets you. Small things, yes. A papercut that stings, a person who’s been driving you up the wall…
But something else has been bugging you, and he isn’t sure how to approach it. Rafayel doesn’t want to force you, but he doesn’t want to just ignore your feelings, either. And he’s worried that the longer he waits to say something, you’ll think he doesn’t see you, or doesn’t care, and you’ll find him unreliable.
So, he does what he’s always known to make you smile. Takes you out. Nowhere fancy at all, actually. He and you run down the beach. He’ll pick you up, spin you around, draw inappropriate things in the sand, do whatever he can to see you smile. Even if he only cheers you up for a second, sometimes coming up for air is all it takes to open up.
It’s when you’re coming down from the laughter, where you look guilty again. He decides to maybe start– he complains about something minor, before asking if you have anything thats happened recently. Rafayel doesn’t think much of it, until he sees you shake your head no, clamming up again. Deciding enough is enough, he says that you can tell him, and it's more than fair for him to listen. When you hit him with how you think your issues don't matter because his issues seem so much bigger? Rafayel cuts you off.
“Ah, but– shh- listen to me, cutie. It’s not a competition, you know. Even if I was bleeding to death right now, I’d still want to hear you tell me about what’s been bugging you. Especially if you think it's trivial. In fact, I’ve been dying to know all day. So, if you’d please enlighten me…”
Sylus knows. Whatever it is you’re upset about– he’s not a fool. He sees how your face sours when it's brought up, when your words turn bitter while speaking about yourself.
At most, he’ll respond with a tsk. Tell you not to speak about yourself like that. He tries to pry, once. Ask if you’d want to talk. When you say that you’re okay, and that your negative words mean nothing– he doesn’t buy it. But, he’s never been one to push.
So, he waits. Sylus waits through conversations where you call yourself stupid. Sylus waits when Mephisto’s camera feed shows you crying in your bedroom, alone, and then saying nothing about it to him. And he waits when he takes you out and you look around with glossy eyes like you’re not supposed to be there. Like being by his side will get you in trouble.
He doesn’t mention it. A hand stays on your waist. Calls you pretty a half dozen times, his tone carrying the same sincerity the eighth time as it did the first. Its somewhere between ordering dessert and your glasses getting refilled you break– say you don't deserve this with tears spilling down your cheeks.
An arm slips under you without hesitation. A coat that isn’t your side falls around your shoulders, and the dessert is boxed and taken with you. The fresh air feels nice, but it doesn’t help when you feel like shit. You cry more. He lets you. Says you do deserve all of this– and when you continue to reject it, all your issues spilling out at once, he listens, holds you in his grip.
“I know. Sweetheart, I know. But I promise you-- it will be okay. I know some issues are bigger than money, but you'll always have me to rely on. And, if you don't see the value in yourself, I'll have to show it to you."
Caleb's the exact same. Honestly, you could hold a gun to his head before he’d confess that he’s feeling bad. He never wants to ruin your mood.
Little does he know that it is. He’s been home for the past few days now– and he can tell you’re keeping something from him. Teasing words don’t work, and even directly asking results in nothing. He knows you’re not mad at him, because you usually give him even more of a silent treatment, but he can’t for the life of him figure out what's wrong.
The worst part is, you keep parroting him. Asking how he’s doing, if he’s okay. He keeps saying he’s fine– because he means it. Even if he’s had rough days in Skyhaven, he’s always happy by your side.
The breaking point is when he finds you crying. When you quickly dry your eyes and say you’re fine, he doesn’t accept it. Caleb practically pleads with you to tell him what's wrong– and you do. When he asks why you didn’t tell him, and you say it's because he never complains and you don’t want to seem like the weak one, he’s kicking himself.
“Pipsqueak… Listen to me. I'd never think you're weak. Never. You're so strong. And truthfully… I have nothing to complain about when you’re by my side. But… If it’ll make you feel better, I’ll let you know when things are bugging me too, ‘kay? But you have to promise to do the same.”
Valko isn’t aware, at first. Not because he isn’t paying attention– he is. All his senses are laser focused on you, always. It’s just… That your relationship is new. As far as he knows, you’re always happy around him. Sometimes you ramble on about things that have been bugging you, but you’ve never come to tears.
And truthfully, he’s been nothing but honest about himself. How he feels, what he wants… He’s always been rather forward with his words. No one gives you what you want if you don’t say it. It's foolish of him, but he assumes you'd be the same with your feelings.
Normally there’s time in the day where he’s busy, or not around. For work, his family, and so on… But today, he’s decided to focus on you. Holding you in his arms, snuggling… A good break, if he says so himself.
That is, until the smell of something salty hits him. Followed by laboured breathing, and a mumbled apology as he pulls back to ask what's wrong. His tail does a sad flick, his ears droop, when he sees you start to cry. Before you can even answer– his grip tightens and he keeps you firmly held against his chest.
“Shh… shh… it's okay, lil pup… I got you. Just let it out. If it’ll help, you can rub my ears, pet my tail, or talk about it, if you want? It’s always been better to talk about it than it is to keep it bottled up…”
Also requests are open for fluff !! I still have a few half baked right now but I wanted to write comfort :3
summary: in which you tell the lads boys (who are your controversially close bffs) that you were cheated on.
ft. xavier, zayne, rafayel, sylus, caleb & valko
notes: all of the guys are lovely and want you…that’s kinda the whole thing i fear. no explicit mentions of gender (!!!), mentions of cheating (obvi), perhaps minor indications of violence…but that’s it (i think).
p.s. i cannot stop making xavier use the sun emoji so like sorry but also not rlly that much bc it’s too fucking funny to me
a/n: should i make this one a series let me know…hehe…ty for reading (- -)(_ _)
