#nonnie 💕

[his-littlefox]

Hiiiii

What are your thoughts on these two scenes? What did you feel when you read them?

"Please don't shoot me for this"🩷

~Aaron in "Unravel me" And.....

"You still bleeding"🩷

~Jacks in "The Ballad of never after"

OKAY OKAY

the “please don’t shoot me for this” did sooo many things to me i can’t even voice them bc 🫢💕 we’re keeping it appropriate!!

but story time bc that was so special to me hehe!! right before the whole thing when aaron knocks on juliette’s door i thought it would be adam for some reason?? so when i suddenly read warner i was like AJSJSJAJ— and i slammed by book shut bc it was just tooo muchhhh 😭😭 i went out with my family etc etc and when i got back and finally decided to continue to read i saw that juliette slammed the door in his face?? 😭💕 LIKE I HAD SUCH A JULIETTE MOMENT THERE HEHE 🙈💖

for tbona, i actually don’t remember when the “you’re still bleeding” happens, is it in the hollow?? LIKE OMG I NEED TO REREAD BC THIS IS NOT GOOD

[murdock-and-the-sea]

🌻 If you get this, answer with 3 random facts about yourself and send it to the last 7 blogs in your notifications, anonymously or not! Let's get to know the person behind the blog 🌻 (no pressure 🥰)

Aww, hello Nonnie! 💕 Thank you for this!

Three random facts, let's see...

I love learning languages just for the fun of it

I got eerily close to drowning when I was a little kid on two separate occasions, and somehow still love water and swimming

I used to draw a lot and wanted to become a graphic designer originally

[weirdfishy]

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(〃￣︶￣)人(￣︶￣〃) ♡

[heeliopheelia]

mtl to take their time with introducing their partner to the rest of the members when they get into a relationship (or who is more private about their romantic relationships)

hi cutie!! thanks for requesting and i'm so sorry for taking so long!!

takes the longest

Sunghoon - don’t ask me why pls, it’s not even that he’s like too shy or anything, i always headcanon hoon as a guy who doesn’t really talk about his emotions and respects his privacy, so i think it would just come a little harder to him to show the guys such vulnerable side of himself

Niki - he’s a rather reserved teenager who also doesn’t wanna get teased. would just text you to hang out and when you actually come to his dorm he makes a half-assed introduction to the guys before locking the both of you away in his room lmaoo

Heeseung - hmm i was actually hesitating with this one but i’m gonna stick by my hunch… it’s not that he’s ashamed or none of that bullshit, i just feel like he’s also quite a private guy so it would just take him a little longer to introduce you

Jungwon - i think he would talk about you a lot but wouldn’t really push it when it comes to the introduction itself. not a particular reason for it, it’s just something that needs to grow on him cause he’s still kinda a baby in the group yk

Jay - i feel like he’d be rather casual about it, i’m talking like he would not make a big deal out of this at any point… he’s a grown ass man, he has a beautiful partner who he’s very proud of – what’s there to be ashamed of

Sunoo - another one that i think is content with his feelings and exposing such side to the others, so it wouldn’t take him too long to properly introduce you to the boys

Jake - my mans got nothing to hide, bro couldn’t shut the fuck up about you ever since the moment you met so it’s only fair that the guys meet the object of his (insufferable) adoration

takes the shortest

[itwasthereaminuteago]

Hi! I love your writing so much, you've written my fav smut of all time (I've re-read 'In dreams' sooo many times) So I've thought of this little scene and thought maybe this will inspire you to write something...

(I'm not a writer and I'm horrible with words so this probably is shit, but yeah...)

'"I love you so so much, you have no idea" Frank says while kissing your neck "Show me" you respond' and then smut (but in a loving way?)

Thank you ❣️

Hi Dear Nonny, I already thanked you for this message a while back, it absolutely made my day when i was feeling shitty and I want to say thank you again, and also apologise for this taking so long!

Frank Castle x Female Reader

Tags/Warnings: some fluffy sexy love, lots of praise, unprotected sex, Frank being so damn fine.

If you enojy my writing please share/reblog!

|| Show & Tell ||

When Frank first realised how he felt about you it hadn't come to him in some grand spectacle of a moment, not even at a time when your lives had been threatened (which had been par for the course living in Hell's Kitchen). It simply happened on a chilly spring morning when he saw you sitting on the couch engrossed in reading a book. You had a blanket pulled up around you, one of the cups of coffee you'd made for the two of you cradled in your hand as your eyes scanned over the pages.

Your presence had made his apartment a home, something that had happened so gradually and naturally that he hadn't really noticed the change at all, and he figured that was because it all just felt right. Things were the way they were meant to be.

He watched your lips quirk up at whatever it was you were reading, some escapist fantasy novel probably. You loved that shit. 

You shifted your position and as you did, caught the way Frank was just standing there looking at you. “What's up big guy?” You ask.

“Just thinkin'.” He replies, sitting down next to you. 

You close your book and set down your cup on the table in front of you, turning to face him.

“Oh?” you say, waiting to hear him with interest.

Frank knew he wasn't going to wrap up this in anything fancy, that just wasn't his style. He was just gonna go ahead and say it.

His warm brown eyes trace over your features as he lifts his hand to the side of your face to stroke your skin, his gaze finally resting when he meets yours.

“I love you.”

Your smile almost splits your face. It's so big and beaming and he instantly mirrors it.

“I love you too, Frank.” you respond, leaning forward to tilt your head up and kiss him softly. He chases your mouth, brushing his own lips up against yours, gently encouraging you to open slightly as he kisses you again and you gladly let him. He tastes the coffee on your tongue when he meets it with his, and when you break apart his hand is still cradling your jaw, his fingertips light on your neck and you already see the deep fire set in his expression as he looks at you.

“You don't get it baby,” he's telling you, your body coming alight with the warmth of his attention. “I love you, so, so much.” 

You hum, closing your eyes as he closes the distance between you again, teasing a light lick against your tongue before his mouth roams over the skin of your jaw, his lips kissing and caressing the side of your neck below your ear as he whispers low, sending anticipatory little shivers running up and down your spine. 

“... You've got no idea how much.”

You tilt your head back in surrender, you can feel the passion imprinted in his words and you just know there's plenty more to come. So you open the door wide.

“Show me.” 

He always shows you in other less physical ways of course. Texting you the sweetest messages when you're at work or he's away for a couple of nights. Picking up your favourite sweet treats from that artisanal bakery he saw you making googly eyes at when you both walked past it one day. Or even switching his usual brand of coffee when you first moved in because of the hilarious face you made when he once gave you a cup of the stuff he had before.

But right now you barely have time to take a full breath before he's scooping you right up and sitting you down on his lap. With one large hand planted firmly on your thigh and the other curled around the back of your neck he brings you closer, your foreheads touching as you meld with each other. His kisses are teasingly short and shallow at first, like he's tasting you for the very first time. But with each one the tension grows even more electric between you, vibrating like a plucked bass string as the kisses you share get longer, deeper, and messier as he starts unraveling you. His big warm hands skate up under your soft shirt, his fingers exploring your skin, rucking the fabric up and baring you to him until you raise your arms and rid yourself of it completely. Not wasting a moment, you're pressing yourself back against his body and mouth as soon as you are able to. His teeth graze over your lip and you moan softly as he tugs at it gently while he tilts his hips up and presses his tented crotch against you. You allow yourself a sly smirk, sliding your hands up the back of his head and furrowing your fingers through his thick, dark hair watching his eyes close in bliss for a few seconds as you scratch at his scalp. 

“Show me, Frank.” You repeat. Your composure is shredding with how easily he then wraps one arm around your waist and stands, walking you both to the bedroom where he lays you down on the edge before pulling off his own shirt from his muscled upper body as you watch with hungry fascination. Frank leans over, caging you, hands either side of your head on the bed as continues to lay kiss after tender kiss, slowly working his way down your body until he's eagerly mouthing at the round swell of your breasts, pushing each one up in turn with his hand until they're spilling from your bra cups, sucking and teasing at your pebbled nipples until you're shuddering from the sweet sensitivity.

He continues downward, humming with desire as the tip of his tongue trails down the centerline of your stomach until he reaches the band of your sweats. You hitch your legs up automatically when you feel him curl his fingers around the waistband and drags them and your panties down your thighs, his mouth right back on your skin as hungry as ever. He quickly rids you of them and your cosy socks, rising back up and lifting your foot and leg to make space for himself. You can't help giggling as he kisses his way back up from your ankle to the inside of your knee but your light laughter very quickly changes to softer moans when those lips work up and up the delicate skin of your inner thigh.

“Love you baby,” Frank keeps on confessing, pushing the words into you and you feel the weight of it washing over like a warm wave taking you under. “you want me to show you, huh sweet thing?” 

You hold that eager gaze of his long enough to sigh out a resounding yes before your eyes are rolling back as soon as he puts his mouth on your cunt. Your back is arching off the bed challenging his strength as he has to curl his arms around your legs to keep you right where he wants you. When the warm, wet tip of his tongue slides through to part the moist petals of your vulva, you feel and hear him groaning deeply right against your core and already you're panting and writhing from his intimate touch.

But as good as it feels that's not how you need him. It's so hard to want to make him move when every time he comes up for a breath he's growling praises of just how perfect you taste under his tongue. You're torn in two, fighting with the need to feel him everywhere in every way possible all at once, but you need him inside, as close as can be. The scratch of his scruff against your skin combined with the soft sensation of his lips and tongue massaging your clit has you whining out a plea.

“Frank, Frankie please-” 

He looks up, still softly licking and kissing your dripping pussy between his words.

“Please what, princess? What do you need?” 

He climbs slowly up towards your face, urged on by your grasping fingers first at his head, and then sliding down his abdomen and impatiently tugging his belt loose to help free him from his pants.

“You.” you say pointedly, slowly stroking his entire length through his boxers. He swears under his breath and you feel him throb at your touch.

“Mhm, a'right. You sure?” He would usually takes his time, gets you ready first, warm you up with his fingers but you can't wait, you want to feel him now.

“Frank, please!” 

He's quick to obey and remove the rest of his clothes while you unclasp your bra, throwing it aside. When he moves himself over you you're already hooking your legs around his waist and pulling his hips down towards your own, his sensitive cock dragging firmly against the skin of your stomach and you revel in the desperate groan he makes at the contact.

You reach down between your bodies and wrap your fingers around his thick shaft, watching as you easily coax a few drops of precum from his tip, smearing it around the head with your thumb causing him to curse again.

“Christ, okay sweetheart, you ready?”

“Yes, fuck, yes! Please just-”

He draws back a little way, gently pushing your thighs open wider before taking himself in hand. He locks eyes with you, slowly sliding the tip of his cock back and forth along the length of your slick folds.

“Youre so fuckin’ beautiful.” he says as you trace your fingers down the side of his face, your thumb pulling down on his lower lip as you bite your own between your teeth as he nudges his way to your entrance. His forehead rests against yours as he takes his time, sinking into your velvet heaven with parted lips and a shared soft sigh.

“Mm, that's it. Nice n’ slow, yeah that's it baby.”

You want to cry, but it's not with pain. There's barely any pain, just the perfect stretch. You wanted this, wanted to feel every single inch of him as he fills you, want to feel the way he trembles above you as he savours it with you. He kisses you again, slow, taking his sweet time to explore your mouth, push those addictive little whimpers from your plush lips.

“Feel so damn good sweetheart, love you so fucking much…”

When he's all the way to the hilt he stills, giving you all the time you need to adjust. Every little movement he makes is bliss. You wrap yourself around him, your lips brushing against the shell of his ear as you tell him again that you love him back and he can't ever hear it enough. He begins to move, making love to you so tenderly, one hand bracing his weight on the bed and the other caressing your jaw and splaying around your throat as your lips meet and he kisses you deeply, tongue moving in tandem with his cock inside you. Frank wasn't sure if he could let himself love again, allow himself to be this open and unguarded, but you make it easier than he could have imagined. He never takes his eyes from you as he makes it clear just how much you mean to him, driving you crazy every time he opens his mouth to speak.

“You don't know what you do t’me,” he confesses, rolling his hips up and filling you so completely. You can only respond with a wavering gasp, clasping your thighs more tightly around his waist as you flow so perfectly together.

“goddamn girl, you don't know what y’do…”

You were certain you had a pretty good idea but you adored it when Frank was so verbal like this. He'd shower you with so many sweet praises, and sometimes get so worked up he'd run his mouth almost non-stop with filthy promises that he would always keep.

When Frank makes love, he makes love. When he hits that rhythm and angle just right he has you whining with pleasure and emotion with every one of his deep thrusts. 

“Fuck, there it is baby- such a good girl f'me… shit, wanna do this all day, you want that sweetheart? Just want to make you feel so fucking good honey, give you fuckin' everythin’-”

He cuts off with a deep groan as you tilt your head to suck his thumb between your lips, your tongue caressing and swirling around the tip. He watches intently, never ceasing the movement of his hips, groaning as you take the digit deeper while your big blown out pupils gaze up at him. 

“Attagirl, fuckin' attagirl,” he growls gently, twitching inside of you because of how much he's turned on, never ceasing to be amazed by how fucking sexy you are.

When he withdraws his thumb you chase it, a thin string of saliva connecting as he leads your mouth to his again, delving deep and lapping your tongues together. Your bodies slide and intertwine, you're sharing every single sensation with electric intensity, every clipped and hushed breath, pushing each other closer and closer to an ephemeral state of euphoria. When he bends to kiss your chest and he takes your nipple into his mouth you hum as the layers of pleasure build. He cups and paws at your breasts, lavishing them with such attention that you know what's coming next.

“Sweetheart, you wanna go on top? God you know I love it when you do your thing, please baby, I'm beggin’ you.”

You grin and nod. “Yeah, of course I want to. Let me ride you Frankie.” 

Frank easily rolls you both over so that you're now straddling him, your hands placed on his broad pecs as you steady yourself before you begin to move. You know that he loves when you're in control, moving above him like a goddess, and he treats you just like one worshiping every inch of you with his hands and mouth. He loves the way you move your hips, loves when you guide his fingers down to the crux of your thighs and take exactly what you need. He loves when you lose yourself in the sensation, giving yourself the permission you don't even need you to let go, to just use him. There's always such fierce focus in his eyes when you make love like this. He watches for the signs of the pleasure you feel blooming throughout your body like an unfurling flower, devotedly tending to your needs even before you know what they might be. 

His hands settle on your hips as you move them, almost to try to ground himself as the sight of your gorgeous tits bouncing and your own hands fondling them as you rise and fall on his cock is driving him precariously close to the edge.

“Goddamn that's good baby, that’s it. Feelin’ real nice huh?” Frank continues to fill your head with his sweet praise as you feel yourself getting closer.  “Oh yeah, there you go, like that, hm?”

You can only mewl in answer when he starts steadily thrusting his hips up hitting you at a deeper angle, your wetness gathering at the base of his dick and dripping over his ball sac each time he pushes home into your cunt. He brings his thumb to your swollen, needy bud of nerves again, spreading more of your slick arousal over and over, rubbing your aching clit till your walls start to pulse around him.

“Yeah, yeah, jus’ like that princess, that what you need? Can feel you baby, you're doin' so good f’me.”

You can feel it too, building so quickly you almost don't want the feeling to end. “I'm so close-" you moan, "I wanna feel you come inside me, Frank!”

You're an absolute fucking angel he surely doesn't deserve. He grits his teeth, never losing his rhythm despite being extremely close to the edge too. 

“M’right there with you darlin’, just keep those beautiful eyes on me.”

He watches your mouth open, your breathy moans quickly increasing in volume and frequency as you ride him. He tightly circles your clit faster, his dark gaze intensifying the very moment your orgasm sears through you, making you cry out as bursts of ecstasy come in bone-deep waves throughout your body. Frank doesn't stop, groaning loud and low in response when he unleashes, pumping his hips as he comes hot and hard, deep inside of you. He pulls you down close, wrapping his arms around you, repeating those three words, I love you, over and over as he slows down, gently fucking you through your high. 

When the two of you eventually still, you remain wrapped in each other. You can feel the powerful beat of his heart start to slow along with your own thumping strongly against your chest. His fingers idly stroke back and forth over the skin of your arm as your breathing returns back to normal.

“Mm Frank,” you murmur, so very satisfied you feel as if you could be glowing. Tilting your head up, you kiss him again. “You sure as hell showed me.”

He chuckles warmly, shaking you gently with his quiet laughter. 

“That was what you meant when you said ‘show me’, right?” He asks, and you smile back at him when you see that grin on his mouth. “Or maybe I shoulda left you alone with your book, huh?” he adds. “You looked pretty into it.”

You sit up, smoothing your hands over his chest as you start giggling. “There is no way in hell that was ever gonna happen, mister, not once you get something in your head. I know you…” you tell him confidently and the corners of Frank's eyes crease at that, you're not wrong.

“That you most definitely do, sweetheart.” He rolls you onto your side, carefully pulling out before pulling the covers up over you to stop you catching a chill.

“How about I run us a bath, sweet girl?" Frank proposes. "I wanna lay with you for a while. Does that sound good?”

“Mm, that sounds like heaven.” You nudge closer, taking his face in your hands to kiss him on the crooked bridge of his nose. “And I love you too.”

[dirtyyoungthing]

My daughter might even be old enough for the live in-person demonstration. We need to make sure she gets a comprehensive sex ed lesson. A very comprehensive one. 💕

i promise to do my best to be a good hole model i mean role model for her, hehe 🤭💖

[lilbeanz]

Not that I don't like what you're doing with the inside that scarred head thing but why aren't you working on the curse of the black family?

..... In 15 days, it will be 2 months since I finished posting Draco Malfoy and the Golden Snidget.

I have already written over 40k of the Black Family Curse, and I am still working on it.

Writing a brief, fun little recap of the JoDT universe (The Journalverse, if you will😌) from Harry’s pov is just a bit less tiring than a whole ass novel???

[madame-fear]

Hello!! So Luke has a crush on reader and, while at school on Valentine’s Day, he decides to leave her little gifts in her locker throughout the day. Reader has no idea who it could be, but loves how sweet and romantic it all is. He leaves her favorite candy, a cute notebook, a little stuffed bear in her fav color, some paints she has been wanting, and other cute/thoughtful things that shows her admirer knows her better than she expected. She tries to catch this person putting stuff in her locker, but always just misses him. Before their last period, he leaves a note telling her that he will meet her by her locker after class. I wonder what readers reaction will be when she sees just who is standing there with a rose when she arrives ❤️

- Hands on Luke anon✨

and a 🌹 for you on Valentines day Amira!

꒰ 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄’𝐒 𝐀𝐃𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐑 | 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄. ꒱

ೀ amira speaks!: hands on luke nonnie, I was missing you! this request was super sweet, I made Luke be readers friend in here 🤭 Thank you for requesting! 🥰 I hope you enjoy it my darling — and have a Valentine’s rose for you as well, my love !! 🌹 ˗ˏˋ ꒰ summary : request above. ♡ ˗ˏˋ ꒰ word count : 537

˗ˏˋ ꒰ genre : drabble, friends to lovers. ˗ˏˋ ꒰ pairing : Modern!Lucerys x Reader

→ click here if you want to request a drabble for my followers milestone celebration! drabbles open from February 14th, to February 19th.

Valentine’s Day was just another day for you, never paying much attention to it — or, it used to be. This year had been different, much to your surprise, but it definitely was a surprise that you didn’t complain about at all.

A secret admirer filled your locker. In between class breaks, the moment you casually opened your locker, you stumbled yourself upon a shower of beautifully endearing gifts and notes. The first time it happened during the day, your eyes went wide — this person knew you more than you knew yourself. A smile quivered on your lips, feeling a heat creeping on your cheeks.

A box with your favourite candies, a small plushie bear of your favourite colour holding a big heart against it’s chest, and a cute notebook adorned the interior of your locker. Giggles spurred from your lips, you were certainly impressed. All the things that you liked and ever wished for, were all there — gifted to you by a loving secret admirer. Who could it be?

The gifts from your secret admirer managed to kept you enthusiastic. After each class, between breaks, you would go to your locker and find it exploded with pretty little things that made you blush like a little girl with a crush. Plushies, flowers, love poems, more treats — even paints that you had been wanting for a long time! This person knew too well, you had to find who this person was; but this person always sneaked away from your sight whenever you hoped to caught them.

Until, you simply received a small note before your last class. It said, that he’d meet you by your locker after classes. A surge of thrill washed over you, mixed between excitement and nervousness. But you managed to keep the perfect balance of it, until your last class finally arrived, and you would soon meet your secret admirer.

You anxiously walked towards your locker as your last period ended. Luke had been as nervous as you had been, perhaps more. On his hand there was a delicate rose, fidgeting with it as he stood by your locker. As you arrived, his gaze moved to stare at you, meekly grinning. You stopped on your place for a moment as soon as your eyes landed on him.

It was Luke. Not only your best friend, but as well, your crush. You felt pleasantly surprised, as your heart thumped loudly against your chest, smiling dumbly. You could throw yourself at him right there.

“You’re my secret admirer, then?” you chirped eagerly, with a smile that grew on the corner of your lips. His hazel eyes admired you timidly before gazing down at the rose on his hand, nodding. “I am, yes.” he retorted, managing to not stutter. You were too beautiful, and he didn’t want to ruin the occassion.

“Which is why, I was wondering if you’d like to be my Valent—” you interrupted him abruptly, approaching him, and pressing your lips too dangerously close to his own, feeling his silky skin. His breathing stopped briefly, melting under your kiss as your hands cupped his cheeks, longing to keep feeling your lips as you pulled apart slowly.

“Of course I will.”

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[pjo-hoo-toa-freakazoid]

i LOVE that all the other demigods are like “omg nooo we can’t kill other demigods and other evil people!! just fatally wound them!!”

and then nico has a kill count that isn’t monsters. i love my feral little son of hades💕

LMAOOooo! So true!! The whole concept of the demigod morality is so warped tbh

Like, if you kill demigods. You are evil.

And All demigods must be saved whether good or bad. We can make the bad guys change :((

But what if the bad demigods don’t want to be “changed” what if they genuinely don’t give two fucks about what your side of the gang thinks and is actually actively trying to kill you as they are adamant about their ideology cuz the bad side abides by their own opinions?

So then killing those few is justifiable but now they deserve a proper burials? Cuz oh noo the bad side got into their heads, When they ransacked your camp showing no remorse or signs of ever changing not cuz the bad side got to but cuz they are just plain Evil?

Bitch just kill them? Why the extra drama? Show em no mercy or sympathy when they showed you none.

Some demigods can change, sure! But just treat the assholes ones like their assholes.

Nico does good. He kills the assholes no questions asked. Good on him👍🏼

[mageofseven]

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I saw these and immediately thought of you!

Omg these are soooo cute 🥺🥹💕

Thank you for showing me these!!! And omg, Barb with 3 kids??? That poor man is gonna be worked half to death 😅🤭

[monstertidbits]

hi i loved this finale very much i love falin and im so happy shes back...... also im obsessed with the choice to make laios forever unable to indulge his monster autism, and making him king. ITS SO INTERESTING i love this direction even though it sucks for laios, maybe there is something to be said about how you don't always achieve the thing you want most in life and that's okay, and the life you live is still worth a lot.... and also it's so something to me that laios is being such an adult about this, like yeah he wishes he was having fun doing his own thing and he really doesn't want to be king, but SOMEONE has to and unfortunately for him he's the absolute best candidate (((PRECISELY BECAUSE OF HOW WEIRD HIS PRIORITIES ARE))), so he'll do it, AND HE'LL DO IT WELL, he'll be the awesome, competent and kind ruler, but he'll still be kinda sad and mopey about not getting what he wanted. LIKE HE'S SUCH A GOOD KING, he brought so much good into this world, but he doesn't get particularly high and mighty about it because he doesn't really care that much about being a king. HE'S SO CHILL ABOUT IT!!!! motherfucker really ushers in a time of prosperity and peace, and he's still just sitting on his throne thinking "man.......... the monsters will NEVER hang out with me........... what is this life......." I LOVE HIM SOOOO MUUUUUUUCHHHHH i love that his whole future thjng is not getting what he wanted at all but absolutely excelling at the thing hes doing (that doesn't really do anything for him). absolute icon and my personal hero

NONNIEEE YEAHHH!!! I remember back when i first read ch60 and i was like "wait... this feels wrong", not liking the idea of laios becoming a king bc i knew it wasn't what he "really wanted". but now, after reading how he actually got to that point, it makes sense. and it's still kinda bittersweet. because we know that his interest in monsters was amplified and became all consuming bc of his struggle to connect with other people, feeling alienated everywhere he went. so not being able to interact with monsters much anymore and being a king of other humans is actually forcing him to face all those fears and struggles he was running away from all this time, and learn to define himself outside of his expertise. watching the best and worst of humanity so very closely as their ruler, and finding his own place among them. but the thing is, he always had a home to return to in the few people he loved. and that's why, through all the hardships and pain, it's still worth it. he was ready to have something taken away from him and quite literally had to give up his most defining trait. so who is he now? can he manage without the comfort of monsters?

the answer is yes. he is not alone. and it may not be the most satisfying conclusion for him but it might be what he needed most. to learn how to live in peace with his own self, with the world surrounding him. and all being said, it was pointed out time and time again: how he wasn't really planning for the future, how he didn't have any strong conviction leading him. but it all changed after he killed his sister with his own hands. i think chapter 67 was a defining moment in laios's journey for many reasons, but especially this: for once, he chose not to run away. he decided that HE will be the one to challenge his fate and bend it as he wishes. otherwise, he could've given up on resurrecting falin long ago. but he didn't, not just for the sake of his sister but those people who put their faith in them and tried their best FOR them. it's ironic, how it was precisely inside the monsters' world that he was finally able to connect with the humans he despised so much in the most genuine way. and after facing the absolute worst, he can definitely find in himself the strength to deal with anything, king or not. so like you said- the man is gonna be fine somehow. i love him so much

[his-littlefox]

Hi!!!! 🩷

I was re-reading Once Upon a Broken Heart and I realized something I hadn't noticed before! Jacks is so so shy when expressing his feelings to his little Zorro, he never told Evangeline how beautiful she was, But.....he did it, he did it, he did it! He said it indirectly, because our boy would rather jump off a cliff than express his feelings to his little girl, he is embarrassed and that was so cute.....

In ACFTL

"She hadn' t really looked at the cut that had caused all the blood since she'd first been injured. It was shallow enough that it had already closed. It would not need stitching. But the blood left behind looked soething awful-she probably looked awful as wel.

"You could never look awful," he said faintly.

She looked up again. For a second, he looked almost shy and incredibly young, barely older than her. Blond locks of hair fell over his eyes as he slowly leaned in closer. She didn't know if he was trying not to frighten her away, or if he was maybe frightened. He seemed uncharacteristically nervous as he reached toward her cheek. He slowly took an errant strand of hair between his finger and tucked it behind her ear. He was so careful, his fingers didn't even brush her skin, but he looked as if he wanted to.

Jacks actually said that Evangeline was beautiful, that she was very beautiful, he said it to a certain character in the first book.

Jacks said it for days...or weeks...

In Once upon a broken heart, On the neverending night when Jacks takes Evangeline to the Prince to kiss him:

"Don't feel bad, Miss Fox"

"I think our mutual friend is jealous. He's been telling me for weeks how gorgeous you are, but until now, i thought he was exaggerating"

"Jacks told you about me?

He'd already left her side to wander the small suite, and he met her stare with the same taciturn desinterest he'd shown everyone else when he'd first entered the party. If looks could speak, this one would have told her, just because i said it doesn't mean i believe it.

But he had said. She didn't care if he'd meant it or not.

And Jacks believed it! He really believes it!!!! He said she was beautiful!!!!❤️❤️❤️❤️

He spent weeks talking to the prince about how beautiful she was. And I don't think she said it just to make Apollo fall in love with her, because Jacks put a spell on him much later.

And while she was transformed into stone, he thought of her💔😭

Jacks is sooo cute, and i love him! ❤️🍎🦊

STOPPP YOURE MAKING ME WANT TO REREAD SO BAD!!! 😭😭💘

but you’re sooo righttt jacks is literally a cutie patootie romantic who just wants to be loved and love his girl!! 🥺💖 he’s just become so closed off bc of sooo many terrible experiences (i hate aurora sm!!!). i can’t even imagine what he must’ve gone through when his first fox died after he broke the archer’s curse through his willpower alone!! he’s literally so resilient for still fighting through, bc like?? i can’t even imagine myself in his shoes it’s so painful :((

he really loved evangeline since the moment he saw her, it was love at first sight and he was literally simping on her with apollo!! 🤭💓 but like the way he must’ve felt so scared abt it breaks my heart so bad!! :(

i sooo want a novella abt their relationship BC I WANNA SEE JACKS FINALLY BEING LOVED BY SOMEONE!! and him loving her freely too hehe i want their cuteness sm <3

thank you for the ask!!! i love reading them sm! 😚💕

[weirdfishy]

<3 Love u !!!

love you too!! <3 i hope you get lots of hugs in the weeks to come, and have a wonderful day!!

[taones]

All the aces are huggable. Aran, Asahi, and Bokuto in particular are the most huggable. They just love it when they hug you and they're so careful if nesseccary. -Rebecca

The way they’d give such different hugs UGH 😩

Like Aran is the casual affection, arm slung round your shoulders in front of everyone just to keep you close to him and grounded, and he smells so clean with an undertone of spice (one of my guy friends recently started wearing the leather and cookie’s lynx deodorant and hear me out, it’s actually really good and exactly what i would expect Aran to smell like). The type of hug that you can’t help but bury your face in his shoulder alksfjks he’s literally laughing with his friends but still squeezing your shoulder at the same time to check that you’re okay PLS

Bokuto? So excited to see you literally all of the time, does that kind of ‘hugs you and then rocks you back and forth’ kind of hugs yk. Just a literal beacon of joy, especially after he has a match - practice or not- he loves scooping you into his arms afterwards and talking about the match. Even when he’s tired, it’s the same thing but 10x softer, a cute little grin and then engulfing you with literally his entire body.

Asahi my love, my life. He’s so hesitant to initiate affection when you first get to know each other and then he just becomes so in tune with your emotions that he knows exactly what hug you need and when you need them. Definitely more of a cuddle person than a hug person because he just doesn’t want to let you go. Always rests his head on your shoulder or the top of your head and wraps his arms around your shoulders and pls he probably smells like so soft and comforting like walking into a bakery or something I’m literally in love.

[fatuismooches]

hi hello hows your day first of all you're my favorite harbinger writer thank you for the food ily

second, that dottore bf texts got me thinking THOUGHTS. ok so like dottore feels bad about not being able to come up with results right. so everytime he arrives at another dead end, he feels ashamed?? and doesn't want to face them so he'd just stand in front of their door silently and unmoving. at first the segments are shocked to see their creator HESITATE because he never hesitates?? especially when it comes to them??? but soon the segments(unfortunately) get used to the sight and take it as a sign not to talk to him. even tho it happened multiple times now, he still unconsciously goes to them bc he just finds their company comforting even back in their akademiya days but he can't bring himself to so he just stands there :(( and he can't let the reader know he does this bc hes scared they might lose hope if they did :((

I'm sorry if it's not coherent/hard to read or ooc DJSNSNA ITS LATE BUT I WAS IN THE MOOD TO REREAD YOUR WORKS AGAIN

WHAT ILY MORE ANON... YOU'RE TOO SWEET!!! AND OH MY GOD THIS IS SO SAD AND DELICIOUS... I'M JAWDROPPED

It's almost laughable how slow it's taking him to cure you. To think that such a thing would have him, of all people, so stumped is incredulous. Only that your condition was no laughing matter at all.

Normally, failure was something that he was unaccustomed to, but not necessarily a bad thing. Failure bears fruit in ways you'd never know. But in this case, it fills him with a variety of negative emotions. This wasn't just a research project, this was your life. And the only fruit being born turns out to be rotten in the end.

After another one of these mishaps, Dottore automatically finds himself walking to your quarters. Your company had never failed to be a plus for him. Other people were so noisy, bothersome. You were different. So lovely, to the point he was walking across the Akademiya's grounds to find you.

But outside your door, he pauses. Does he really have the right to go in there and act like everything is fine and dandy? Like he has everything under control? As if he didn't just make zero progress? Dottore just stands outside your door, straining his ears to hear your humming, or the stretching of pencil against paper, or whatever it is that you do to keep yourself occupied now.

The sight of the segments' creator hesitating to touch the doorknob is a sight to see. Perhaps, the rarest thing they've seen in all of their lives. They know him very well. And to see him do such a thing is something they'll silently remember for a long time. But when he does it again? They know better not to say anything. After all, they can feel each other's emotions. They bear the weight of their creator's pain too.

Dottore is not someone who particularly believes in or cares about "hope." He doesn't need to hope. Once he sets out to do something, it will happen. But, he's come to realize that you need it, something he can't ever blame you for. If keeping a cocky smirk on his face, a deep, low chuckle, and a bit of teasing here and there, will help you keep going, so be it. You shouldn't see him any other way.

He has to keep that alive for you.

[bekkachaos]

16 for Buddie? :)

16. laughing while kissing

"You know, I don't know why I bother recommending movies for us to watch together," Buck said as he climbed into bed beside Eddie. "You have fallen asleep before the end of every movie we've ever watched."

"Not true," Eddie said with a yawn. "Name any movie, I'll tell you the ending."

"You just pretend you weren't asleep and get me to rehash what you missed," he grinned.

"Not true."

Buck pulled the covers over himself and raised an eyebrow as he slid an arm around Eddie's waist.

"How about we let Christopher weigh in," Buck said, propping himself up on his elbow as his other arm gently stroked Eddie from his wrist to his elbow.

"You can't use him against me," Eddie grinned, scooting in closer so he could hook his leg around Buck's and lean in to kiss him. "You know he always sides with you."

"Because I'm always right," Buck said, laughing as Eddie's lips attempted to silence him. "Hey don't..."

Eddie kissed him again as Buck squirmed.

"I know... what you're doing," he said between Eddie's kisses, letting Eddie pull him in closer.

"M'not doing anything," he mumbled, letting Buck taste the words as his mouth stretched into a smile.

"Liar," Buck said, pressing his finger in the spot just under Eddie's ribs that made him wriggle.

"Hey," Eddie said, pushing back and raising his voice a little as he flinched away from the touch.

"Well admit it then," Buck said, pinching gently at that spot until he heard Eddie's laugh.

"Buck," he grinned, reaching to grab his wrist and stop him.

Buck kept trying to make him laugh, and Eddie pulled him down over him, keeping his wrist tight in his grip as Buck's lips found his jaw and then his neck. Buck's fingers found that sensitive spot again and Eddie was pushing back against him with a loud laugh in protest.

This was the part of a relationship Eddie had always enjoyed the most, the casual touches, being able to laugh with someone. He couldn't remember laughing so much, it had been a long time, and being with Buck, that was just a long time coming.

"Dad!"

They both paused at the sound of Christopher's voice coming through the walls, Eddie's chest pinning Buck down and Buck's arm wrapped around his waist trying to get to that ticklish spot that Eddie really wished he had never shared. Not that he can hide anything from Buck.

"Yeah buddy?" Eddie called back.

"You're being loud!"

Buck started laughing, chest vibrating against Eddie's as he dropped his head down against Buck's.

"Sorry kid," he said. "God, the walls aren't that thin are they?"

"Hope not," Buck grinned, pulling his hand out if Eddie's grip and pressing his finger to Eddie's lips.

"Guess you better keep it down then," he said, making Eddie start to protest.

Buck's mouth was quick to cover his, swallowing down the words before they could spill over.

And they were laughing again, mumbling between each other to keep quiet, but that only made it worse.

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