#AHHHHH you got me in my feels 'nonnie

[lucienarcheron]

sorry for this dissertation, but i have some Thoughts and as a swiftie and an elucien, you are my target audience bestie

i was listening to ‘gold rush’ and it suddenly hit me that lucien vanserra may as well have written the song himself. i just *takes deep breath* right from the beginning, where it says, i almost jump in, but i don’t like a gold rush bc the temptation is always there, the instincts. but like, as we know, the whole thing with the gold rush was that many people never found gold. it’s the pull of the bond vs. the woman at the other end of it, who has shown no interest in him. plus it reminds me of lucien asking feyre if elain is worth fighting for in acowar. he’s just so so cautious with his heart now 💔

i don’t like that anyone would die to feel your touch / everybody wants you i mean…… 👀 but we don’t have to talk about that rn. also? doesn’t eris ?? say somethin about “my brother’s pretty mate” ???? or do i just read too much fanfic oop either way, they really out here putting elain in an ugly dress so she wouldn’t accidentally catch eris’s eye in the court of nightmares. everybody wants a slice of that elain archeron pie !!

what must it be like to grow up that beautiful? i mean there’s the obvious, as we just discussed. but also, he really would have to wonder what it was like growing up that beautiful, in the sense that she has faced all this adversity and managed to stay kind and soft. he’d have to wonder what it was like to grow up universally loved. 😭😭

at dinner parties, i call you out on your contrarian shit ok so elain’s not exactly a contrarian if anything, lucien is lol BUT i wanna talk about this lyric in relation to the theory that elain gives people the her she thinks they want. and that lucien at the very least, is able to perceive that. he probably has all kinds of fantasies of ruining another awkward dinner by calling her on it. and to take things further, the coastal town we wandered ‘round had never seen a love as pure as it . walking through far-flung streets with her accompanying him on his travels.

BUT, considering the way things are lookin rn, especially from his perspective…. i can’t dare to dream about you anymore

ugh ugh ugh my heart !! and then the twist??? now saying i won’t call you out on your shit at dinner parties, because he’d never actually do that to her at least not AT dinner hehe so they’ll just eat in strained silence forever, probably. and then there’s the coastal town we never found will never see a love as pure as it because it all feels so hopeless !!! like it’s never gonna happen!! it’s a gold rush ):

As someone who has a whole Elucien (Taylor's Version) playlist with this song on there, I am LOVING this!!! I viewed the song from Elain's POV as she watches Lucien dazzle every crowd he’s in, feeling both proud that he’s her mate (while still nervous and apprehensive around him) but can’t help being slightly annoyed at how many people seem to want his attention. I love how your breakdown and mine are essentially how the two of them would view each other at the same time HKJGUYJG. GREAT MINDS THINK ALIKE 'NONNIE!!!

I made a whole-ass playlist (read: thesis statement) maybe three years ago? I gotta find it and make updates to add Taylor's newer songs on there omg.

[justpearlysworld]

Hi!

I love your writing it always makes me so giggly and kick my feet in the air 🥹

Would you write about hyper feminine (soft and sweet) x König please! 🎀💘

absolutely!!! and thank you!!!!🐻‍❄️💗💗

könig w/ hyperfem! reader!!

—who’s cutting onions??

he loves you soooo sooo soo so much!!! he could cry

-he thinks you’re an angel sent from heaven <3

-you’re so so squishy and soft and sweet and AFHHHHH he loves you

-he met you when you were a young recruit and quickly fell in love with you

-imagine ,, big scary könig with a little ball of sunshine!!! you!!!!!

-at first, he thought it was a little odd that everything you owned was pink and cute but he quickly got used to it because it’s what makes you you!!!

-his favorite thing to do is watch you get dressed and do your makeup!! he loves to sit in the bed while you prance around in your little polka dot panties and bra!! he thinks you look like a doll and can’t help but get turned on whenever he sees you

-he loves to watch you do your skin care and do your makeup too!! he likes to watch you do your eyeliner and your mascara and paint your face with pretty blushes and highlighters

-on a more sensitive note, he didn’t grow up the best. always being teased about his height made him insecure around other people. once he got older and into the military, he found that he could use it to his advantage.

-so whenever you’re with him, he feels so big and strong!! you’re so small and sweet it just makes him ultra protective of you !!

-when you guys were still living on base, he always made an effort to come and visit you in your room! you always had a love for cute pink things and your room was a clear reflection of that!!

-when you guys went off base, you were always dressed in cute sweaters, skirts, mary janes, cute flowy dresses, and small but very pretty jewelry

-he loves to go out into public with you. he likes walking around town with you and watching your eyes light up at the sights around you!! he thinks it’s so cute and so so so so sweet :33

-one time, you guys went to this little bakery/ coffee house that opened up and you had begged him to get lunch there!! he caved and you guys went in!! he ordered a black coffee and some scones and you got a a smoothie and a slice of strawberry pound cake

-when you took a bite, you had whipped cream on your nose

-aHHHHH SO PRECIOUS

-cue könig.exe shut down

-took many pictures and also some mental pictures

-there have been few times that you’ve broken away from a sweet facade and put on your brave face!!

-at this some coffee house, a lady cut in front of you guys in like and it upset könig

-you squeezed his hand and smiled up at him and shook your head

-“it’s not worth it :)”

-alternatively, if this lady had confronted you or könig about anything, you would be sweet, but blunt

-“i’m sorry if we upset you! however, there is no reason to over react!”

- proud könig moment

-some of his favorite moments with you are the sensual ones

-as you guys are preparing for bed, he finds your demeanor so sweet <3

-you’re all half-lidded and sleepy!! your cheeks are puffed out as you fight back sleep

-as soon as you see könig emerge from your shared bathroom, you perk up and send him a sweet smile.

-you untuck yourself from the blankets and crawl your way to the end of the bed where he is

-you sit on your knees and look up at him, nothing but love and adoration in your eyes

-könig rests his hand on your cheek and stares down at you

-“köni, i love you so much <33” you let your head muzzle into his abdomen and purr into him

“Ich liebe dich auch, süßes Mädchen.”

(translation: I love you too, sweet girl.)

(a/n) first request!! might make this a little series?? like a little prompt that i come back too :)) thank your for your request nonnie !!! :33)

Requests are Open!

[starlightrosa]

Hey! I got one for digital circus! If you’re not wanting to do it thats totally cool!

With Caine being AI and not having a previous life outside the circus, I think he would be rather confused and intrigued by tickles once he found out about it. And knowing Caine, he’d probably wanna test it out on all the circus members just cause their reactions would be amusing to him and fluffyness would ensue!

That is all, have a wonderful day Lovley!

Smile For Me

Summary: Caine's a bit fed up at the fact that his circus crew just will not smile. So he takes it upon himself to make them smile, and along the way, he finds out some very useful information about each of them.

Word Count: 2.2k words

Warnings: censored swearing, Caine is a teasy AI, cute alert.

A/N: ahhhhh nonnie i'm so sorry this is late! I've been so busy, and then I got sick which took me out for a while :( thankfully i'm no longer bedbound and managed to complete it this morning <3

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Caine was a bit fed up today. Everything just seemed so dull. His circus cast weren’t having fun at all. His adventures weren’t being well-received, and everyone just seemed so gosh darn grumpy! Caine tried to get everyone used to the circus when they first arrived. He assumed wacky fun was how to make anyone laugh or even a smile to appear on their faces. But Caine didn’t hear a single giggle from anyone, nor see a grin. And it was starting to frustrate him.

Sure, he might only be some lines of coding and a program within a game, but why was it so hard to bring smiles to these kinds of people?! Something had to give, and Caine pondered this even as he worked on his top secret project in the Void, his Wacky Watch beeping occasionally to track the crew’s movements, ensuring they were staying in the bounds of the circus. And luckily, they all were.

Maybe it was the project annoying Caine, but his fingers twitched as the AI pulsated with extra energy. This sometimes happened, but it felt worse this time. He needed a way to get out this jumpy energy, so out of impulse, he left the project alone and teleported into the tent. Right near Ragatha, who was walking by.

“RAGATHA!”

The doll screamed and hit the floor pretty hard, landing with quite an audible ‘OOF!’ noise. Caine gasped and flew to her side, the AI checking if she had been hurt.

“Gracious, my dear! I’m so sorry if I startled you! Are you hurt? Oh, what am I saying? You hit that floor most hard indeed!” Caine rambled, his gloved hands softly checking for sore spots.

“I’m fine Caine, plehease just- AHAHAHA!” Ragatha squealed, as she felt Caine poke into her side, right above her hip. Caine retracted his hands.

“Is that a sore spot? Oh dear, Ragatha! I’m so very sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt you!”

“No, no. You didn’t hurt me, Caine.” Ragatha assured, biting her tongue against further giggles.

“Well, then… what was that noise that left your mouth, if not a pained noise?” the ringleader asked.

“Oh, I’m just kind of ticklish there, Caine. You got me by surprise.” Ragatha explained. Caine blinked, taken aback. A question mark appeared out of the top of his head to further display his utter confusion. That was a word he didn’t know.

“Tick-lish? Tick-uh-lish? What is… what is tick-lish, Ragatha?” Caine asked, sounding the word out slowly, to try and get a deeper meaning of it.

Ragatha sighed, a small smile pulling at her mouth. “Okay, so the plural is called tickling. Basically, you touch someone and if it makes them laugh, it means that they’re ticklish. And when it comes to tickling someone, you can try mostly anywhere. There’s different tickle spots for any person, if they are ticklish. Like a person’s sides, hips, ribs. Anything, really. It just kind of differs between different people.”

Caine could feel his digital fingers wiggling on instinct the more that Ragatha explained to him. It sounded fun, plus it sounded like a surefire way to make someone laugh! Which was exactly what Caine was after when it came to his circus crew.

“Might I tickle you, Ragatha?” Caine asked, his voice very blunt and to the point. Ragatha’s smile turned wobbly as she softly held her hands up in front of her.

“Caine, don’t be silly. I-I’m not ticklish.” she lied. Caine didn’t believe her at all.

“My dear, you just told me you were. I don’t think lying to me is going to get you very far.” he said, even as he snapped his fingers. His ringleader outfit changed to a cowboy outfit, complete with a digital rope appearing in his hands. He lassoed Ragatha like a cowboy and pulled her into his arms, the ringleader holding Ragatha in a soft hug, her back pressed against his hip as his gloved hands snuck along her back.

“Yee-haw! I got me a ticklish dollie in my hands! Whooooo, boy!” Caine cheered, his AI voice switching to a Texan accent very briefly. Ragatha pursed her lips hard against the laughter bubbling in her throat.

“Y-You sound rihidihiculous, Cahahaine!” Ragatha teased, wriggling softly in the ringleader’s grasp. Caine gasped in mock offence.

“Oh, how very rude! Why, such rudeness is not permitted in my circus!” Caine declared, as his hand that was not holding the doll squeezed into her left side. “Is it ticklish here?”

Ragatha gasped and clamped her hands over her mouth, muffled giggles going into her hands as she closed her real eye, the button one remaining stubbornly open. Her shoulders bounced softly as she fought to keep her laughter quiet. Caine’s eyes shone a little. There was some laughter, that he coaxed out of the ticklish ragdoll. Good gracious, finally!

“Why, your laughter is sweeter than angel food cake!” Caine stated. Ragatha couldn’t exactly blush, but she felt her face grow warm all the same.

“Hahaha, Cahahahaine! Lehehehet gohoho of mehehe!”

“If you say so.” Caine said, letting her go as requested. Ragatha sighed as she dusted her dress off. She really had not expected that to work. She thought for sure that Caine was just going to ignore her and keep tickling.

“This is most intriguing. I must go test this on the others!” Caine said, his AI mind buzzing with theories as to the other members’ tickle spots.

“Go do that. But leave Pomni alone. She hates being touched. Like, she really hates it.” Ragatha murmured softly.

Caine could see she wasn’t joking and he nodded. “Alright. I shan’t touch Pomni. But the others are fair game, right?”

Ragatha nodded, and Caine’s eyes shone with mischief. “Lovely. Bye now, Ragatha.” he said, flying through the circus, on the hunt for another circus member to tickle silly. And then he saw a purple ear disappear around a corner, and he chased after it.

“Hey, Jax!”

The purple rabbit turned around. Upon seeing Caine, he looked very irritated. “What do you want, Caine?”

“I want to ask you something, Jax!” Caine said, adjusting his gloves a small bit as he looked upon the taller one.

“Which is? Make it snappy, I’m a busy guy.” Jax responded.

“Are you ticklish, Jax?” Caine asked, his mismatched eyes focused entirely on Jax’s face. Of all the things Jax was expecting Caine to ask, that most certainly was not one of them.

“Uh-“

“I take it that’s a yes!” Caine said. “So now I’m gonna tickle you.”

“Oh, no the (SPROING!) you’re not!” Jax called back, running off. Caine flew after him, the ringleader chuckling mischievously.

“Running was a bad idea, my friend! If you just stayed still, this would have been so much easier~”

“(HONK!) YOU!” Jax shot back even as he turned a corner, panting softly as he turned his head, rapidly looking for somewhere to hide. But to his dismay, when his head turned back around, Caine flew towards him and trapped the rabbit in a tight backwards hug.

“Gotcha, Jax!” Caine declared, his fingers immediately going to work, spidering up and down Jax’s sides. Jax spluttered out a string of incoherent curses before the bunny fell into laughter, squirming desperately in Caine’s arms.

“CAHAHAHAINE, STAHAHAP!” Jax cried out, hiding his smile. Caine saw him doing this and tutted, the AI chuckling to himself.

“Let me see you smile.”

“CAHAHAHAINE, YOU LITTLE (SPLAT!)” Jax cursed. Caine sighed. How rude.

“Now, is that any way to talk to me? Where’s your manners, Jax?” Caine asked, one hand grabbing Jax’s hands and pulling them away from his mouth.

“CAHAHAHAINE!”

“Your laughter is oddly endearing. I think I may just have to tickle you forever.” Caine stated clearly. Jax spluttered in protest.

“FOR (DOING!) SAHAHAHAKE, STAHAHAP!” Jax pleaded. Caine chuckled and let go of the rabbit immediately. Two down, two to go. He wasn’t going to touch Zooble or Pomni, so that only left Gangle and Kinger.

“Where’s Gangle and Kinger, Jax?” Caine asked, still feeling that ticklish itch in his fingers. Jax scratched his head a bit as he calmed down from the giggle fit that Caine had unceremoniously shoved him into.

“And why the (SPLAT!) should I tell you?” Jax asked defiantly. Caine just shrugged.

“If you like, I can just tickle you again, since you seemed to enjoy it~”

“Uh, I think I last saw ‘em chatting to each other at the main stage.” Jax said, immediately spilling to avoid a round two from Caine. Caine was a good tickler, and Jax didn’t exactly want to get on the wrong side of that again.

“Good. Alright, bye.” Caine chirped, twirling his cane as he went to go find the last two at the main stage.

Kinger and Gangle were engaging in a conversation about bugs it seemed. Gangle had on her tragedy mask again, and Kinger was talking about butterflies.

“-See, Gangle, there are about 17,500 species of butterflies known to us, 750 of those species in the United States alone. This one is a tiger swallowtail, or known to us as Papilio glaucus, native to eastern Northern America. You can recognise them by the black and yellow marking on their wings!” Kinger rambled, getting a bit lost in his insect hyperfixation while Gangle let him carry on.

Caine came up and waved to them. “Hello, you two!” he greeted. Gangle squeaked and her hands instinctually came up to cover her face, while Kinger turned around.

“EEK! Oh, h-hi Caine…” Gangle murmured.

“Hi, Caine.” Kinger greeted. Caine flew down to meet them.

“What are you two doing on this fine day?” Caine asked.

“Oh, I was showing Gangle my butterfly collection! I have tiger swallowtails, skippers, metalmarks, monarchs. You name ‘em!” Kinger chirped happily. “Anyway! How can we help you?”

“Are either of you two ticklish?” Caine enquired.

Gangle squeaked and hid her face deeper in her ribbony hands. Kinger hummed and then nodded, not seeming to catch the teasy tone in Caine’s voice.

“Well, we both are, yes. Gangle more so than me. But why do you ask?”

That was all the answers Caine needed. He grabbed one of Gangle’s hands and one of Kinger’s hands, gathering them in the same hand to hold them each tightly. Preparing to go for Gangle first, he chuckled as he softly began to spider along her ribbony stomach. But to their shock, Gangle squealed and wrapped herself tight around Kinger’s abdomen, already squirming a little with anticipation. But then Kinger started to softly laugh.

“Hahaha! G-Gahahangle, stohohop! Thahat tihihickles!” Kinger pleaded softly. Caine begun to have an idea. If he could play his cards right… he could tickle them both at the same time.

Kinger or Gangle? Kinger… or Gangle? Hard choice. But considering Gangle was right there… yeah, she would work.

Caine chuckled mischievously as he switched his focus to Gangle, walking his gloved fingers along her ribboned hands. The red ribbons she was made of felt soft on his hands, and the giggles he heard from her indicated that Gangle was feeling all of this as well.

“C-Cahahaine! It tickles, it tickles!” Gangle squealed out. Caine laughed along with her as he kept up the tickles. Kinger was getting tickled too from Gangle’s wriggling, which ended up tickling him.

“Who knew you two were so ticklish?” Caine teased, smirking. He didn’t even have to tickle Kinger, Gangle was doing that for him!

“GAHAHANGLE, STAHAHAP!” Kinger cackled, the two falling back onto the floor. Caine followed them down and kept tickling Gangle, which caused the poor ribboned miss to laugh harder. Which in turn meant more squirming. And THAT meant more tickles for Kinger.

“I CAHAHAN’T!” Gangle argued. “AHAHAHA! CAHAHAINE!” she screeched. “NOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE!”

“Oh, not here? Not on your ticklish little ribbon legs? Why ever not?” Caine asked, where he was tickling the backs of Gangle’s ribbony knees. “They feel so soft here! I could tickle them forever.”

“PLEHEHEHEASE NOHOHO!” Gangle shrieked, squirming for all she was worth. Her high pitch laughter intermingled with Kinger’s deep chuckles, creating a melody of laughter that Caine adored.

“Hah! Okay, okay. I’ll stop.” Caine said, gently letting go and helping Gangle unravel herself from Kinger. Caine felt happier seeing his circus crew smile, if only for a fleeting moment.

“I’ll leave you two to it.” Caine grinned, that ticklish energy in his hands finally dissipating, with the ringleader making to leave. Only to be caught by Kinger’s hold.

“Uh-uh. What about you, Caine? Are you perhaps ticklish?”

“Preposterous, Kinger. I am just AI. Lines of coding. Impossible for code to be ticklish.” Caine declared, trying to put on a bravado. In truth, he didn’t know. But by the look on Kinger’s face, he was going to find out one way or another.

“You sure about that, dentures?” came a voice from behind him. Caine was filled with a sense of anticipatory dread as he saw Jax and Ragatha slowly approaching, their hands outstretched and wiggling. Kinger grabbed him and hoisted Caine in the air, as the circus crew took their places around him, ready to all rally against the ringleader. He gave them laughter, so they were gonna dish it right back.

“Now, let’s be reheheasonable here! P-please! PLEHEHEHEASE! WAHAHAIT! JAHAHAX! RAHAHAGATHA! KIHIHIHINGER, GAHAHANGLE STOHOHOP! NO NO NO NOHOHOHO!”

[chvoswxtch]

Firstly, MA’AM NO you are not an idiot, tumblr is crazy dumb and eats asks all the time!

Secondly, shiiiiiit that fic got me messed up in the best way possible! 🫢 angry Matt is just 😏 dragging reader up by the throat? 🤤 the line “if he could just make it to heaven tonight he could leave hell behind” was powerful! And the safe word being Red of all things? Amazing. Reader being so gentle with him afterwards? 🥺 Double amazing. And don’t even get me started on the sensory overload part! That happens to me and it’s awful. “The Matt Whisperer” was great too! Thank you for writing this! 😘😘

The other request was much less sad 😅 reader and Matt are being goofs and playing “hide n seek and chase” in his stupidly large apartment and reader is really confident in their ability to hide and run from ‘blind’ Matty but Matt’s got the heightened senses thing going for him and maybe Matt’s taunting reader and saying… things… to get reader flustered? 🙃😬🙃

AHHHHH i'm so glad you enjoyed it nonnie 🥺 I totally feel you on that. I get sensory overload all the time with my anxiety and it is literally one of the worst feelings ever and makes me wanna bang my head against a wall. thank you so much for the request!

and thank you for this one too! I was like 99% sure that's what the request was for and I had already started writing it but then I couldn't find it and I panicked and was like WAIT FUCK WHAT WAS IT. so AGAIN, I hope this is what you were looking for. this one is a little bit shorter bc my brain just no worky worky lately but if you'd like a part 2 or anything please let me know! I just really wanted to get this out bc I promised at least 3 posts for my little celebration thingy so thank you again so much for the requests! ❤️

warning: contains explicit sexual content. as always, minors please dni. if you'd like to read this lovely nonnie's other req, you can find it here. ✨ word count: 2k

[part two]

hide & seek.

It had started off as a joke initially. You and Matt were a few beers and tequila shots deep at Josie’s, which always had you feeling more brave and confident than usual. It also brought out your competitive side, which is how you ended up taunting the devil and boastfully striking up a bet that he couldn’t catch you in a game of hide and seek. Matt’s brows had ridden considerably up his forehead in surprise, his head cocked to the side as he studied you with that goddamn smirk curling at the edge of his mouth in a beckoning manner, clearly amused that you were serious.

You should’ve known better. Matt was extremely competitive by nature, but when he was challenged and had something to prove? Not even God could stand in his way. He also had the advantage of his heightened senses, which put you having regular sight to shame. The man could literally tell when you were lying about how many cups of coffee you had actually had that day, when you changed your shampoo or body wash even if it was a subtle difference, and most of the time opened the door before you even had a chance to raise your fist to knock because he could hear you coming from three blocks away. That’s not even counting all the times he had caught you before you had a chance to trip over whatever you had missed in your path, or a curb that surely hadn’t always been there. He told you once that he could find you anywhere in the world, just by your scent alone, and you believed him. So why had you agreed to this? 

Oh. That’s right. Because of the stakes. Matt had a few rules for your little game. One, you had to play in the dark. To make it fair, he had insisted. Two, you would play in the safety of his apartment, which you argued was another unfair advantage. But you knew it almost as well as he did at this point, and it was spacious and away from…prying eyes. Because rule number three? You’d both be playing naked. He hadn’t even attempted to make up an excuse for that rule. He strictly wanted you naked so that it would be easier to claim his prize. 

The game was simple. If you won, Matt had to take you away for a weekend to a secluded cabin upstate. No daredeviling. No distractions. No clothes. Just the two of you, a hot tub, an actual tub, a fireplace, and a very large bed. If Matt won, you agreed to let him tie you up and deprive you of some of your senses, and let him see just how many times he could make you come in one night. Needless to say you both won either way, and you were nearly positive Matt would win. But, that didn’t mean you weren’t going to make him earn his victory. 

You tampered with the thermostat, trying to find a temperature just in the right space between cold and warm to make sure you weren’t shivering or sweltering. You showered with Matt’s shampoo and body wash, hoping it would throw him off your scent a bit. Trying to tame your excitement and nerves, you helped yourself to two double shots of tequila, hoping it would dull your heartbeat to a more inconspicuous pace. There were still a few hours left before Matt promised to be home from patrol, giving you a head start on finding a hiding spot without him hearing your every movement. He tried to make it fair, as fair as he could anyway, when you both knew the inevitable outcome. A part of you felt ridiculous, trying to hide from the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen himself, knowing exactly what he was capable of. But a bigger part of you was excited for the exact same reason. 

With just an hour to spare, you made sure to pace every square inch of Matt’s apartment, leaving your intermingling scents in as many spaces as possible to buy yourself some more time. Even though you had all but accepted your defeat, you didn’t want it to be over so quickly. After all, the chase was the aphrodisiac leading up to all the fun. You had settled on hiding in a cabinet beside the stove in the kitchen just wide enough for you to fit in that was close to a closet containing the water heater, hoping that would help conceal your body temperature. It was a spot you figured would be the last on Matt’s list to look, and it would get him on his knees. A win-win for you.

Matt shut the door to the roof that led down into the apartment a little louder than usual to signal to you wherever you were that he was home. You could faintly hear him shedding his boots, gloves, and suit as they were discarded on the worn wooden steps behind him. You tried your hardest not to let your heart run wild as silence filled your ears, hoping the noise of the water heater would drown you out just a little bit. You couldn’t hear Matt moving around, and you momentarily regretted your choice in hiding spots since you couldn’t see him. Although, that might have made it worse for you. If you could see him coming closer, your heartbeat would no doubt give you away. 

“Showered with my stuff, huh? Clever girl. But do you really think that’s going to save you, sweetheart? You really think you can outsmart the Devil?”

You had to close your eyes as Matt’s coarse voice cut through the silence. Matt knew how much of an effect his voice had on you, especially when he used his Daredevil voice. You didn’t even have to confess it. He had figured it out one night, while you were at Josie’s with Foggy and Karen, playing a game of pool on opposing teams. He had been teasing you relentlessly the entire night, his flirtatious comments getting more and more obscene to see just how far he could push you until you were begging him to drag you into the bathroom and fuck you shamelessly right there. Ever since that night, he used that knowledge to his advantage, making them a permanent part of foreplay.

“It’s cute you know, that you think you have a chance. Can’t say I don’t admire your efforts. But we both know I’m going to get what I want. Don’t we angel?”

His words sent a chill down your spine, and you instantly regret not making a rule of your own that Matt wasn’t allowed to talk. You couldn’t tell if he was actually having a hard time figuring out where you were hiding and was trying to get you worked up so he could draw you out that way, or if he was just genuinely enjoying fucking with you. Knowing him, it was the latter. Matt loved to tease you. He loved to get you needy for him, adored the way his name rolled off your tongue as you begged for mercy or more.

“C’mon sweetheart, don’t you wanna skip to the good part? Don’t you wanna let me make you feel good? If you give up now, I’ll have you coming in two minutes, tops. I promise.”

Squeezing your eyes shut tightly, you clamped your hand over your mouth as a shudder wracked through you. He wasn’t lying. You both knew that. There had been plenty of times you’d had to pry him away, hopelessly trying to warn him that Foggy and Karen would be back any second, or that you were already ridiculously running late. But he would just flash you that signature devilish grin, roll up his sleeves or set you up on the closest surface, sometimes getting on his knees, and whisper a promise into your ear. Two minutes, angel. The memories flooding through your head had you pressing your thighs together, and you heard him chuckle darkly.

“Hm, I see you’re considering my offer. Or rather, I can smell it, I should say. Oh sweetheart, if you only knew what I had planned for you tonight. You’d be giving up without hesitation. Maybe I should give you a little preview, hm? Would you like that, pretty girl?”

You hated how cocky he sounded. The fucker knew exactly what he was doing. He was pulling out all the stops, using every pet name he knew you loved, lowering his voice even deeper than you thought possible. You could faintly hear him moving around, avoiding all the spots in the floor that creaked or groaned under weight to keep his location from you. His voice was never far though, and that made you nervous. Was he even looking for you? Or had he already found you, and was waiting for you to give up?

“First things first, one of us is going to be on our knees. Who’s first, all depends on you. See, if you surrender and promise you’ve learned your lesson, I’ll be on my knees first. I won’t tease, won’t make you wait. I’ll bury my face in that sweet cunt of yours until you come, and reward you like the good girl I know you can be. And you know that won’t be the only time tonight my face will be between those pretty thighs. You know how much I love the way you taste, sweetheart. But, if you continue to be stubborn, and make me come get you, then I’m going to fuck that little throat of yours until you’ve learned not to taunt the Devil.”

You bit back a moan as hard as you could, pressing your thighs even tighter together. Another low snicker tore through the silence, and you could feel your wetness coating your inner thighs. It made even more sense now why Matt wanted you to play naked. He didn’t want anything coveting the scent of your arousal. He wanted the pure experience of it. No textures of fabric or other scents in the way. Just you, and what he was doing to you.

He knew exactly where you were. There’s no way he didn’t. You had no clue if he had figured it out the second he stepped into the apartment but continued to go along with your little game, or if he figured it out the second he started talking. It didn’t matter either way. He knew, and you had a choice to make. You could come quietly, give in and give him what he wanted, and revel in the fact you knew he would take it easy on you tonight for your cooperation. Or, you could continue to be defiant, force him to find you, and deal with the delectable consequences knowing he would really let you have it tonight.

If you didn’t get to have what you wanted, why should he?

A few moments of silence passed as Matt waited for you to make your decision. A sinister tsk tsk tsk echoed in the quiet when you refused to move from your spot. The sound caused a grin to spread across your face.

“So that’s how you wanna play tonight? Alright, sweetheart. Just remember, you asked for this.”

There was a warning laced in Matt’s words, and it only made the slick between your thighs worse. You didn’t bother trying to steady your heartbeat anymore, allowing it to thud in your chest as you waited in anticipation. Your brows furrowed slightly as seconds ticked by in silence. You couldn’t hear Matt moving around at all, and your mind raced with possibilities of what he was doing. A squeal of surprise sounded from you as the cabinet door was suddenly ripped open, revealing crouched down on his knees in front of you. The obnoxious billboard outside the apartment window was glowing red, and the crimson shadow it cast over Matt’s face and the way it illuminated the downright wicked grin on his lips made you squirm. 

Maybe you should have given in.

[eureka-its-zico]

bro just the THOUGHT of zoro seeing doc so beat up and wounded - not only physically but the mental strain that this would have put on her - LIKE THATS HIS WIFE FR I CANT WAIT FOR HIM TO GO INSANE AND THE ANGST AHHHHH this is gonna be so so good and with your writing omg 😭😭😭

so excited for chapter 8 (but again please take your time & make sure to get plenty of rest - i hope you’re feeling even a small bit better after your hospital visit <33 definitely my fav writer on this app)

Honestly, Nonnie this was such a GREAT scene to write. I haven’t put my finishing touches on it yet via editing, but I FINALLY got past this specific part and I’m heading towards the ending/climax for this chapter. That interaction was just……I hope it is one you guys love and hate me for, if I’m being honest. YOU CALLED DOC HIS WIFE PLEAAAAAASE 😩😩❤️💔

YOU CALLED ME YOUR FAV WRITER PLEASE NOOOOOO OMG 😩😩😩😩❤️❤️ I take compliments like this so poorly lol my anxiety just makes me easily become overwhelmed. I wish I was not like this lol but thank you. Sincerely that is such a big compliment 😩😩 thank you for being so lovely and so sweet.

[lloydfrontera]

Hihi Nali eonnie :D ((hope you don’t mind being called that

Is the English TL up on Yonder is the furthest/most updated TL available? Coz I’m all caught up over there and just got pass the solution by the Jewel of Truth TT and after reading your (very deliciously written) spoilers on all that yummy angst that comes afterwards, I really can’t wait to read it all ahhhhh

btw would you say the Korean novel has easy to read language? Like really flowery vocab or complex sentence structure vs more common words & straightforward phrasing, bc I just started learning Korean lately and I’d love to read the OG novel some day but I also don’t think one introductory course is gonna be able to tide me through like 400+ chapters of novel? 😭 yeah I just wanted to get a general idea of how challenging it’d be

oh hihihihi nonnie you just became my favorite person online today i love that <33!!

and as far as i know, yes yonder is the furthest along translation available as of right now! sorry! and i know exactly how you feel, personally i simply couldn't stand it and just,,, brute forced my way through the mtl akjsdhks

and yeah! i do think tged has a pretty simple style! sometimes the technicalities get a little too complex, tbh i did not get most of what lloyd was thinking about when he started to get into the details of his projects, but other than that i would say it's not overly complicated or flowery! even in english i think the writing style is very straightforward and easy to follow along. i think if you're thinking of reading a novel in korean without being fluent on the language this is a pretty good one to do it with!

also. the mtl is also pretty easy to parse through. i lost a couple braincells here and there but it's really not that bad. so if you have trouble reading it in korean a peak here and there to the mtl will probably help too sjkdhdskfjs

[punsbulletsandpointythings]

Might be the fit of the earring. Idk how long youve had it. My silly ass didnt realize the starter earring my shop gave me was for new new piercings so after like a bit of healing, the length made it so the wiggling would actually agitate the piercing into not healing more so I had to get a shorter one so it wouldnt wiggle as much. Im not sure where on your ear it is. Is your hair catching on it? Is it a metal thats common for allergic reactions? Nickle is a s.o.b like that. Sometimes piercings are fidgety little bastards and Im sorry you're having a time of it. I believe in you! Hope you got some sleep. Make sure you're doing saline and not alcohol for cleaning and maintenance. Hope I didnt come across as condescending. Ive just been there too. Best of luck bud.

Not condescending at all! I'm so fucking wound up in my head about this that this message is actually like. Super nice?

I got 2nd and 3rd lobe piercings about 6 months ago, and was told theyd heal in about 3 months and explicitly not to use saline or anything to clean them which. In retrospect I wish I'd done more research before hand on that.

It seemed like a really good studio but like. When I took the earrings out at 3 months they IMMEDIATELY got swollen and gross, so I cleaned the studs, put them back in, and went to the studio like "help???? Why????" And was told "well clearly you should have left them in longer." Even though! I was following their instructions!!

Anyway, now I'm IRRATIONALLY anxious about going in and asking for them to look at my piercings, especially because I've got a big irritation bump (from wearing a mask, which in retrospect, obviously was a bad idea BUT THE PIERCER TOLD ME IT WAS OK) that keeps bleeding? (I KNOW I shouldn't pick at it, I've gotten better at not but ahhhhh) And I'm worried they are going to scold me? Or tell me I've fucked it all up?

ANYWAY you super Did Not Ask for my whole sob story, I'm having a Bit of A Day, but I am wondering if the fit/size might be part of the problem, so I really do need to suck it up and go in to the shop.

Thanks for messaging me, Nonny, this made me feel distinctly less Screaming Into the Void, which I appreciate. And uh. Sorry again about the ramble.

[poisonpeche]

Ahhhhh I had a sexy lil dream about scare actor levi and it was just great 🥰 specifically when you wrote about seeing him walking slowly to you frame by frame in strobe lights - and then it became like a game of hide and seek, but everything was heightened because it’s a haunted house and he was dressed up with a chainsaw prop so the thrill was 👌🏼

A sexy lil’ dream about scare actor Levi what a fuckin’ trick AND treat, Nonnie.

First of all, love that for you. Secondly, I too have an overactive imagination and have him in my thots daily.

Let’s share a new nightmare dream together, shall we? 👻

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Paranormal Activity Part II | Levi Ackerman x You

Summary: Scare Actor Levi chases you in a haunted house with the star of the show, a chainsaw. Or is it…You?

NSFW, MDNI, 18+ ONLY - TW: Role Playing, Mutual Masturbation, Light Spanking, Degradation if you squint, Temperature Play, Fake Blood & Gore, Spooky Themes. Turns out you two have a kink for Exhibitionism in Haunted Houses.

Read Part I

The grime of his pitch black makeup smears down his high cheeks and cut jaw.

Eyes as sharp and silver as a dagger in the night darting around every corner for you…

“Where are youuu, sweetheart?” He sing songs in a mocking timbre with a gentle rev of the chainsaw’s engine.

You’d whimper, but he’d find you all too easily.

Another game to your arsenal. Levi’s Game.

A crimson glow drips down the walls in a thick haze like blood, a fitting scene for the maze you’re panting through. Hair whipping as you twist your neck around with eyes wide. As you turn away from the only light source down a deep entrance, your fingers run over the battered and bruised wood of the hallway. You desperately search for something to hold onto as your sight strains against the dark void.

Tips extended wide and futile, you brush over something smooth to the touch yet hard. And warm.

“Hah! I found you, you sicko - you lost!”

A sliced neck greets you with entrails unfurling in waves and you nearly fall to the ground as a blaring horn is triggered with a flash. A decapitated figure suspended and tragic looms over you and you absolutely hate that he nearly got you.

A snicker, brutal and seductive floats through air and down your spine. It’s him. He feels near and far away like an entity. Like a ghost.

“What else would those gorgeous legs do, but lead you right into my trap? As always,” he mocks through a snarl.

You roll your eyes and gather yourself, lunging forward with a scoff. You begin searching for your next hiding place. But why not taunt your predator into madness while you’re at it?

“Hmm very funny,” you jeer, seizing control.

“What’s so funny, hm?”

“Funny, that you’re convinced they only get me into trouble. When they seem to only devastate you. Isn’t that right? Levi.”

You’re quite the multitasker as you manage to search for a new hiding place and fatally flirt with him. He lets you pretend to win as he watches your skirt ride up over your thighs while you bend down amidst an earthen set of uprooted trees and cracked stone.

Fuck, if he doesn’t love to watch.

The way the fat of your thighs spill through your fishnets. Another purchase for his girl. The lattice stretching wide against your skin.

He wants to lick you stupid.

But settles for pathetically twitching in his high waisted jeans wrapped so tight around his navel at the sight of you in that pastel pink skater dress. The one with with the high neck and flowing long sleeves against the harsh lines of your stockings and thigh high boots. The one he adores. He’d growl if it wouldn’t give him away.

The contrast of you makes him dizzy, but he can’t lose focus. Not now. Not when you’re within range. His prey.

“The only thing that would devastate me is not getting to taste you in that.”

You cut off your own whimper rising in your throat. But he hears. He always hears.

“Bet you’re wet for me right now aren’t you, sweetheart?”

This time you can’t stop the whine. And he laughs as your crouched thighs begin to tremble against the heel of your boots.

“That’s what I thought.”

He reaches down for you through the swirls of fog and you bolt right before he can have you.

His fingerless glove clad hand recoils and he snarls with a rip of the chainsaw, piercing the air and it has your blood rushing as you run.

And he just manages to smack your ass with the taught leather as he struggles to catch you.

The sting rushing to your skin as your skirt flutters like butterfly wings with a nocturnal beast gnashing at your tail.

“Give me what I want before I take it from you.”

You grunt in frustration as you round the corner.

“Lose already, so I can,” he heaves a delighted sigh through an evil grin as he rolls his neck with a shudder, “reward you.”

You gulp down a groan as you weave through a confined space of…hanging corpses. Lifeless bodies strung up and your imagination reels. They feel like they’re writhing against you. Slimy and unmistakably dead as they swing and knock you off your feet until your shockingly stilled. An iron grip around your waist as he plunges out a trap door to you close enough to catch you and devour your neck in a kiss. The heat of the dying chainsaw searing your thigh. Enough to send sparks through you, but not to burn.

He’s pulling you back through the door before you can protest with a tight grip around your wrist as you’re pinned against the wall of the secluded secret room.

He’s buries his sharp nose in the soft skin of your neck, nuzzling deep with a dark inhale of his cologne on your throat has his eyes rolling back. His scent of whiskey, oak, and mulled cider marking you at your own accord and he loses his damn mind.

“What were you thinking, pretty girl?”

You know exactly what he implies. What were you thinking wearing that deliciously femme dress flowing in cascades over your curves against the harsh crisscross pattern choking your legs? To top it all off with a masculine musk that has him seeing stars. His scent.

The way you toy with his expectations of you revs his pulse like the trigger of the chainsaw dangling in between your legs. Pressed against your pussy. Waiting.

“I wasn’t,’’ you whisper against him.

He grins at your submission. So you’ll behave after all.

“I’ll make sure of that,” he promises with every intention to have you fucked dumb.

But how?

He leans in to press sweet kisses into your neck. The dull heat of the chainsaw in between your thighs causes your moan to shiver across his tongue.

He’d laugh if he wasn’t so floored by you.

Taking off his demin jacket and laying it out on the floor beneath you, he softly commands, “Get down.” Another kiss to the corner of your mouth. “On your knees.”

Weak in them already, the short drop to the floor at his feet is a welcome relief. You bask in his presence waiting for more, gripping the backs of his ankles as you peer up at him.

“I know you like this shit,” he revs the trigger with a quick pulse that sends your heart racing, “don’t you?”

Wide-eyed and feigned innocence, you softly nod before him.

“I know you do, baby. Listen to me.”

He cups your jaw with his hand, thumbing your cheek with nothing but devotion. You tremble at his exaltation. He means to comfort you before the final blow.

“Fuck yourself on it.”

He lowers the chainsaw in between your spread knees, pushing the blade in between your parted thighs. The smooth flat ridge of the handle covering the trigger rests inches below your throbbing cunt.

Your answer is in the string of arousal that drips from your spread lips over the trigger of the saw.

Levi’s dark laugh has you squeezing your thighs around the outside of the machine as he sits down in front, facing you with his back against the far wall and legs spread to cage you in with his bent knees at your hips. He’s close enough to see every detail.

He likes to watch after all.

Who are you to deny him a good show?

You splay your palms flat over your plush thighs and inch agonizingly upward, dragging your fingers over your bunched hem in a slow reveal.

With a slide of your finger, the first gift of the night is unwrapped, a black silk garter straining against the fat of your thigh and threatening to spill over.

You swear you can see Levi’s throat bob at your display while he looks on with a hunger that sets you ablaze.

Palming yourself further still, the skirt drapes back to reveal a full set of intricate criss crosses and…What were you fucking thinking?

His heads cocks to the side in shock. Eyes sliding to the center of you to find nothing there. Just your bare pussy drooling through the fishnets. You’re not wearing any panties and he just might die.

“What am I gonna do with you?” Fondness dripping his tone as he reaches up to cup your jaw and you nuzzle against his palm with a kiss to his wrist.

His thumb strokes you under your eye with a tenderness that could break your heart.

You whimper and his eyes turn black.

“M gonna make it all better for you, baby. Do you trust me?”

Your tiny nod has a possessiveness seeping into every one of his thoughts as he reaches for you only to catch one of the loops in the netting and pulls hard.

The rip of the fabric exposes your cunt to the chill of the house, creaking and alive with blares of traps and screams all around you.

As a red light pulses overhead you see him in strobing images, each more beautiful and devastating than the last as he stares at you with pure hunger. His jaw hangs and lips part taking the image of you in.

“Sit. Spread my pussy out for me.”

More drips down your legs at the words.

Obeying, you slot the handle in between your lips as they drape over the sides. The warmth of the saw has you gasping at the contact, but you find yourself getting hard with the heat. Clit swollen and twitching at every movement against the soft sear.

“You can take it, baby,” he hisses through his teeth in awe of you as you relax into his warm voice.

Levi takes your wrists and drapes them around his neck and you soothe yourself with the soft shave of his undercut. You lace your fingers into his dark strands and pull yourself forward to him, riding the handle of the chainsaw. Your shameless moan has him in a daze.

“My perfect girl,” he can still smell himself on you as you buck to him.

The glint and gleam of his piercings against the dull light compete with his eyes only for you lost in the black grime trailing down his cheeks.

He reaches around your hips, grabbing a palm full of your ass. He encourages a deeper slide against the metal and you cry out for him. You’re so wet he can hear every movement you make. The sound of your own slick getting you off in return.

As you look up to Levi he’s unzipping his pants and taking himself out. Pink and aching and horrible.

He strokes himself to you as his head falls back against the black wall with his eyes sitting low as you continue to fuck yourself in front of him.

The leather of his gloves ruined from his weeping head as his bare fingers slide faster with every pump.

Your nipples harden at the sight of him and you pull your neckline down for him to see. The drool pooling on your tongue falls as you salivate, coating your nipple with a whimper. They perk and glisten as Levi’s tongue darts out. He wants to taste, but let’s you work. You deserve to feel so good.

He groans at you. His star.

“Wanna fuck you with my cock, but I wouldn’t get the same view, now would I?”

Your panting picks up and you squeeze your thighs.

“Wouldn’t get to see all of you. How pretty you look…”

He leans in inches from your lips and catches them in a kiss.

A rumble erupts at your core as he pulses the trigger briefly beneath you, keening with your head thrown back. The vibrations of the saw sending your senses into overdrive as you fight to catch your breath. The thrill only mounting.

“Fuck, you like that don’t you? Of course you do. You’re mine.”

He revs it again for a longer pulse as your grind deepens and you have to grab his shoulder to steady yourself, gripping his bicep for dear life.

Your cry stifled by the chaos around you, but Levi sees it all unfold. Your parted lips in a scream and he’s already won.

“Lev’ it’s—fuck, so good—I wanna hah,” you beg and plead and it’s only fueling him to break you down to your most basic desires. To fuck and to be fucked. To twist and to writhe, and he’ll just look on and adore you like the art that you are.

“If you want to, don’t look away. Only me. Can you do that, my love?” He groans out on an exhale as he relentlessly works his cock. The flick of his wrist hypnotizing you. Precum smearing and his own thighs begin to shake.

“Don’t ever wanna—mmm—leave you. Never, never. Levi, you’re so, so—fuck, I…I,” you’re breathless, but somehow, “I love you.”

He presses the trigger into overdrive and you’re flying off the edge, tumbling and crashing into him. You can’t hear him say it over the cacophonous noise reverberating off the walls, but you see the tender I love you too flow from his lips with his eyes wide and glassy. The look he gives you could heal you and destroy you.

You want it all.

Your chest hitting his as you’re thrown from the machine crying out his name. You cum hard in waves and the scene brings him there as you shake in his arms. White dripping over his fist as he locks his dark eyes with you.

He promised he’d never look away.

Maybe you’ll learn to catch something as wild and unpredictable as smoke while he sinks into your eyes, spilling all his secrets in his stare.

***

Read Part I

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[ramp-it-up]

How was Andy holding up while the reader was away kn The Bar series?? Like, I don’t really feel bad for neither Andy nor Frank because what they did was way worse than the reader leaving but I do feel like Andy took it the hardest given how his feelings for the reader.

Ahhhhh it’s such a good series, I could imagine the ending in so many different ways whether it’s the reader completely moving on, or ending up with both the boys or just being alone, either way it’s been a great read. Thank you for always writing these gems🤎🤎

Aw Nonnie! 🤎🤎 Sorry that it’s taken me a minute to get to this ask. These three deserve it all!

Here you Go:

Better Left Alone

Pairing: Bartender! Frank x Bartender! Reader; Barkeep!Andy Barber x Bartender! Reader; Barkeep! Andy x Bartender Frank (Endings, Beginnings)

Summary: How Andy doesn’t deal when you’re gone.

A Bar AU drabble.

Word count: 650 wds

Warnings: 18+ Only because of the AU. Minors DNI! Not Beta’d. Read at your own risk. ANGST.

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Andy read your note again and again.

“I could have loved you both if you had just been honest.”

He sat down for a few minutes which became a few hours. Frank moved around him, talked to him, saw through him.

Andy didn’t register anything but your words on the page. He needed to find an analgesic for the loss that he felt. It was all too familiar, yet brand new. Detachment was an old friend.

He heard someone offer him a bottle of water. For the first time in hours he acknowledged Frank’s presence by looking at him. It felt like they were underwater. Andy sure as hell couldn’t breathe without you. Frank looked terrible, almost as bad as Andy felt.

“You have her folks’ address? You can get it?”

Frank's words were as desperate as his countenance.

“Leave it alone.”

Andy’s voice was low and cracked, throat dry from lack of fluid and the huge lump that was there.

“What? We have to go after her, explain…”

Andy stood up, grabbed the bottle of water and walked toward the door.

“But what about the rings? Don’t you even want to try?”

Frank sounded like he was crying. Andy didn’t care.

“I said. LEAVE IT ALONE!”

Andy’s voice echoed through the apartment, probably because it was so empty now. He bowed his head and placed his velvet box on the table by the door.

“Pawn ‘em. And lock the door on the way out.”

——-

It took a month for Andy to say more than two words to Frank. They worked around each other with a careful, precise avoidance that came only with past intimacy. They functioned, barely survived.

Andy ran on bitterness and self-hatred; he’d dared to hope again and then got greedy and selfish.

You’d been right, he wasn’t an honest man. Never had been, never would be. It was how he dealt with his past trauma. How could he even dare to expect to find love? Love, as such as you had offered him, was not for the likes of him.

And Frank. Andy had to admit that how he felt about Frank hinged upon you. It could have been the perfect combination, but they’d fucked it up with thier gluttony.

Andy didn’t deserve one love, much less two. His heart was better left alone.

He did have connections in New York, however, and had taken steps to ensure that you were physically safe. When he heard that you went back to work at Hatchette, he pulled some strings.

Cooper, his friend from undergrad was the HR manager in Boston. Two months in, He invited him to The Bar for some free rounds before Frank got to work.

His friend downed the two fingers of Macallan Rare Cask and queried his college buddy.

“So, do you want me to make her an offer she can’t refuse?”

Andy gave him a little smile and shook his head at his dramaticism.

“No Coop. Just present her the offer. If she doesn’t want to take it, leave it alone.”

“I don’t know…Who would want to leave New York City for Boston?”

Andy put an unopened bottle of the Macallan’s on the bar. Cooper’s eyes got big.

“One of these every month for a year.”

Andy’s offer was hard to refuse.

“I think we can make her an offer. I hear she’s a good Junior editor. She’ll make a good addition to the team.”

Andy gave him a look.

Cooper finished his drink and tucked the bottle in his arm like a baby.

“If she accepts.”

Frank passed Cooper coming out of the bar with the bottle. He questioned Andy when he got inside.

“Did that man just rob us?”

“What man?”

Andy’s look made Frank leave it alone.

When Andy heard you were coming back to Boston a few weeks later, he asked Frank a question.

“Did you still have those rings?”

Frank gave Andy a smirk.

“What do you think?”

Suddenly, Andy didn’t feel so alone.

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Eyo Steph! I how are you doing? I have nothing to ask of ya hehe I'm just here to check in lol

*Hugs and kisses*

Hey Nonny!

AHHHHH You're so kind!! This means a lot!

Ah, I'm doing okay... I'm having a bit of a rough time mentally right now – I was given a back-to-office order that spiralled me into a fit of anxiety, and I have been trying to get exempt from it and for NOW I can do hybrid – but I am actually making an attempt at bettering my own self. I have found a psychotherapist that I SO FAR click with and found out my insurance covers 85% of each session up to 1600$ , so I think I will continue to TRY, after so many years of telling all of y'all to get therapy LOL.

Ah, I've also got a long weekend away coming up for my besties' wedding, so I'm looking forward to that. OH! And my August birthday weekend away. And I'm getting my hair done next Wednesday, so I'm excited to feel like myself again.

And it's too bloody hot LOL. I want Autumn back, LOL. I DO, though, enjoy going for my long walks on the weekends. :)

Cheers for asking, Lovely <3 I'm very lonely and constantly feel like no one cares, oof. Means a lot to me that you guys do :)

[gregorygerwitz]

I LOVE your lost and found fic! Especially the last chapter! (I'm going to gush for a sec, I'm sorry in advance)

First off I'm not going to lie, I was skimming the first few chapters, but this last chapter you posted crushed me (in a good way) and made me go back and reread the whole thing and actually take my time. I love the way you write about Mouse's recovery and how Jay is handling it. As someone who can relate to Mouse in a recovery standpoint (including the restarting), having someone there to help navigate it again is so incredibly important and ahh I just love the friendship the two have and I loved the whole "joke" about the mom thing with Platt. (okay gush over)

Just all around a great fic and I love the way you wrote it/are writing it seeing as you have 1 chapter left to post!

(Also I really like your An Essay in the Stars fic, but my head is empty and the only thing swimming around in it when I think of that is ahhhhh (in a good way I promise))

Anyway, your a really good writer in general!!!

Okay bye, hope your having a great evening :)

[ lost and found ]

Never apologize for gushing, nonny! Especially about this fic, honestly. So much thought and time went into this universe (and still does, both in the sense that I'm still writing the epilogue and I have a lot of "in this 'verse, in x episode..." thoughts with how much the dynamics change within it), and I will always welcome feedback and engagement!

[ an essay in stars ]

(if it makes you feel any better, my thoughts on the Champagne Problems universe is, at any given point, equally as incoherent 💜)

I'm... extremely under-practiced at accepting compliments, but...

Thank you. 💜💜💜 My night definitely got better after I got home from work, and got to read this lovely message. I feel like a broken record sometimes because I say this so often, but I really love and appreciate how wonderful this fandom is 💜

[ anonymously tell me your favorite fic of mine ]

[bellakitse]

ahhhhh i have a luca q : do you have luca as neurodivergent? bc if that’s smth youd be cool with, like, the thought of tk (that adhd dork) and carlos (little anxious bean) raising a kid with like adhd or autism or smth would be so so cool like its rare that we get good parents who are also neurodivergent raisin their neurodivergent kiddo, but it’s your canon so i dont wanna step on anything (that sounds ungenuine but it’s super genuine, im just curious bc you seem to be really invested in carlos having g. anxiety (or other? i dont remember if you specified)) if your okay, i have a few hcs maybe! that luca starts stimming like tk like he just sorta picks up a few things like humming all the time or rocking back and forth when they eat something really tasty :: that their house is LITTERED with stim toys squishy animals and play doh and slime and roll-bead chains like every single one of the strand-reyes will likely have a toy in their hand at any one time :: that luca is super sensory dependent so he’s got the biggest collection of the softest stuffed animals and sometimes they help tk too and luca is supernaturally good at telling when itll help and he runs to his room and brings a stuffed animal back to help tk and tk will carry it around for the rest of the day ; luca is just super good at telling when his dads arent feeling the best like he can tell when carlos is spiralling and hell try to help by asking carlos to play a game or putting on a funny skit he makes up on the spot :: luca and tk share the special interest of dinosaurs now bc luca got tk hooked :: luca and carlos have bath time together bc the warm water helps to calm carlos at the end of the day and luca might not understand but he knows and they love to play i spy whenever they’re getting anxious in public :):):):)))) im in LOVE with luca and im so glad you are getting all the love for him that you deserve :):):):):):)

These are the sweetest headcanons for Luca, nonnie!! I love them.

I do headcanon that Luca has anxiety (pretty sure it's me projecting my own on him 🤷‍♀️) if you read Preschool Blue (totally plugging that fic cause I love it) I hinted at it and how he picks at his clothes the way TK does when he's feeling overwhelmed as well as having a therapist.

Now part of that has to do with his backstory and him losing loved ones so young resulting in him having separation anxiety when he's away from Carlos and TK. But in general, I code him as having anxiety and some sensory overload issues (again me probably projecting my PTSD on the poor kid).

I also think that he would be very attuned to his dads own anxieties and using cuddle time to help calm them down.

Thank you so much for this ask, it made me really happy to think of these 3 loving and taking care of each other. 💗

[tartagliaxx]

okok so, i’ve been lurking your blog for a while now, and i’ve been feeling a lot of awe and admiration, especially for the way you write, but also for the way you interact with your followers. so, i kinda finally worked up the courage to say hello? hi! i really, really love your works, you’re amazingly talented and i hope to be like you someday. ahh, also, how are you doing? i hope you’re well!

when i tell you that i squealed while i was reading this, i mean it 🥺 omg hi nonnie!!!! first of all, thank you so much for your kind words?? it really means a lot to me though tbh i dont think i deserve such high praise ahahahahahaha the reason im able to stay dedicated in writing is bc there’s everyone of you who support me and give me tons of love! i cant say im the best role model but hey!! im sure you’ll be just as great if not more than me (ngl the standard i set is pretty low)

im feeling alright! ive been doing a lot of schoolwork so im a little tired but you dropping by really helped bring my mood up,, like for real. ahhhhh im just so happy i got to meet another one of my nonnies!! i hope you’re feeling well too bub!! anw id love to interact again soon ✨💕

[shittylongcatposts]

head canons for Jumin with an Mc who’s good with kids, like one day Jumin vist his family and one off his younger little cousins gets attached to them to the point where they push Jumin away from them

Hello nonnie! I'm sorry it took me so long to actually write this one. But hey ho! Because of a cold i stayed at home today and finally got the time to write it! Hope you enjoy it :3

Jumin with a Mc who's good with kids

One day Jumins uncle (lets say he's in his early 40s, a single dad, and has a small child called Junhee) called and asked if its ok for Jumin and Mc to babysit his child. He wanted to attend a concert of his favourite orchestra (yep the Hans are all a little special)

The young man agreed and some days after the call, Jumin and Mc stood in front of his uncles little house, a 30 minute drive away from Seoul

"Jumin! I don't think i can do this" Mc said before he could ring the bell. The young CEO squeezed their hand and brought it to his mouth, softly kissing it. "Don't worry Mc, it'll all be fine, my cousin is just a small child, I bet we'll just have to put him to bed after we played a little."

After he rang the bell the door opened and a young man in his 40s stood in the door way, a little boy in his arms.

"Hi you two, I'm so glad you could make it. Thank you so much again. I could really use a little civilization right now, I haven't been out for the last couple of months, and talking to a child all the time makes me feel like i become one too."

"No problem, like i said before, we had nothing planned for today and besides... I really wanted to see how big my favourite cousin got." The dark haired man took the child and playfully held him up. As soon as he recognized Jumin, his cousins eyes started to sparkle. it's the tall man with the fluffy hair ahhhhh!!nnn

"Now Junhee, this is Mc, say hello to them." The young boy waved a small hello and nuzzled his face in the crook of his neck, letting Jumin giggle a little bit.

"They drool just as much as do, big boy." He said when he realized the fluid on his suit.

He felt a punch on his shoulder and turned around to see Mcs sulky, red face "H E Y!"

After they walked inside he passed the child to Mc, who took the boy to his bedroom. Jumin stayed to talk with his uncle for a few minutes.

"Ok young man, where did you hide your toys?" They placed Junhee on the ground and he started to toddle over to the chest pulling out all kinds of toys. "Fish!" He proudly held up two plush toys, a shark and a whale. "Oh so you like fish? That's great which one can I play?" "Da!" He gave them the shark and let himself fall on his bump

They played for two hours straight - Jumin joined them at some point

When Jumin approached Junhees bedroom again after drinking a glass of water in the kitchen, he saw them still encaptured in their game. Not wanting to interrupt them, he carefully leaned onto the door frame to watch them, but they noticed him soon after.

Junhee stood up and toddled over to grab his hand, inviting him to play with them. But he shook his head

It was way past his normal bedtime so the big, fluffy man tried to convince little Junhee to brush his teeth and get ready for bed. But as soon as the boys went to the bathroom Jumins cousin started crying.

He missed Mc.

Jumins head peeked out of the bathroom door and he looked desperately at his lover. "Mc, you're new fan over here only wants to brush his teeth with you around." He grinned widely and formed a silent "H-e-l-p m-e" with his mouth.

Mc walked over to them and together they made him ready for bed. When Jumin asked him what bed time story he wants to read, Junhee pointed at Mc "Book!" He said, While he tried to escape from Jumins arms.

"Oi, small traitor, I always thought I was the cool uncle, but I guess Mc is your new favourite now, right?"

He brushed his large hand over the childs hair, put him down in his bed and covered him with his blankets. After he handed Mc the book he gave them a kiss.

"See you're a natural with kids, my dear. I wonder if it's going to be same when we decide to create a small family someday. I guess you would always be the childs favourite." He let out a small sigh.

Their hand reached out to cup his cheeks: " But you will always be their daddy, and daddys are heroes, they joke around, they teach them stuff, they hold them tight when they're crying and always care for their kids"

Jumin smiled softly and kissed the palm of their hand. "You're the best, Mc, you know that right? Now let's see what Winnie the Pooh does today."

They both climbed into Junhees bed too, and cuddled him up in between them. Mc opened the book and started to read.

[simbience]

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[killthebxy]

I'm going through severe depression and your posts brighten my day. I just needed you to know that. Thank you Fil ♥

          ahhhhh you have no idea how much this message means the world to me, nonnie!!! obviously, and first of all, i am so sorry things are rough on you right now… but you got this, okay? no matter what the little depression demons may tell you, please know that you are cherished and loved and so, so important — and i know it may be difficult to believe right now, but i promise you that better days will come. it will get better. you will smile again, you will laugh again, you will feel better again. and until then, if you ever need to come snuggle under the cloak of protection, you are always more than welcome to❤❤❤