#em answers mail

[drowninginthoughts27]

Em…this is me formally asking you about bartylily PLEASE

omg thank you for letting me yap!!! sry it took me a bit to type this all out studying for midterms is really taking my focus rn :(

- i’ve said this before but age gap bartylily,,, heavy on older lily and younger barty especially if lily has her whole life together and barty’s a dead beat (it would be so incredibly toxic and messy and i’m totally here for it)

- also rich girl academic burn out lily and rich boy academic barty who are practically 2 sides of the same coin and keep running into each other at all these clubs and party’s, so annoyed by each others presences with no idea why and decide that the best way to combat these emotions is to fuck it out which only results in them purposely attending more and more party’s and clubs that they know the other will be at even if they don’t hook up at the end of the night just because they get to be near each other and the lines just get more and more blurred ofc

- on a far less toxic note tho lily who goes to a top 10 school and has never known anything other than straight A’s and a million extracurriculars meets college drop out bouncing between minimum wage jobs barty who really shows lily how much more to life there is than having a ‘perfect’ life with a high paying job and massive house and a fancy car working 50+ hours a week and at the same time lily shows barty that he’s worth so much love and attention and he hasn’t reached a dead end in his life and that failure isn’t a sign to just give up it but instead means u brush urself off and keep fucking trying oh oh and even better if because of this they aren’t and game but their relationship ends in a positive light with the knowledge that even tho they aren’t each others forever they’re both better because they met each other even if it was just for a short while

- oh also one final thought is that i rarely ever see bartylily as end game i just see them as one of those relationships that happens for a reason that fundamentally change u as a person for better or for worse but u may never see again after u go ur separate ways aside from occasionally just looking them up on social media to make sure they’re ok yk but i had a little thought abt barty x pandora x lily happening at some point or another in at least one story line even if it’s solely for the purpose of sex

i could probably write my thesis on these two but i think that’s enough said for tonight i’m going back to my studying now lol

[sunlit-mess]

If I don't last this semester, just know that I tried ☠️🔥

[smokbeast]

I love Crush and Fanta's designs sm!! They both bring me so much joy, theyre so silly 🤭🤭

Whats a random fun fact abt Fanta? :0

tyyy im glad you like em!!! i don't really have much info on them, other than fanta's cigarettes are always orange flavor and he always smells like citruses hehe

[lagunaseca2013]

how does pecco tell his parents that he's pregnant in the teen pregnancy au? how awkward is the eventual valentino safe sex talk for both luca and pecco? Do they eventually have another kid way later in life luca unintentionally having kids that have the same age gap as him and valentino?

hi anon! this ask honestly got me to open a google doc for this thing which is more than I can say for half the wips I’ve talked about here lmao. as always things kind of got away from me so I hope I’ve answered your questions but tbh I feverishly wrote half of this in the actual tumblr app bc I was so inspired so. apologies if it’s not that good! but cheers <3

—

“Pecco?” Carola picks up on the fourth ring of his ninth attempted call. She sounds groggy and confused, like she’s just woken up, probably because— “It’s four AM,” she groans, “you just woke me up. What’s wrong?”

Pecco swallows against the lump in his throat, the words getting stuck in his mouth. He can’t think of a single thing to say, though he’d spent the entire five-hour drive to Turin agonizing about it. In his defense, he couldn’t really do his best thinking when he kept having to pull over to throw up. Most of the time he wasn’t dry heaving on the side of the road, he’d spent going 200kph and trying not to have a panic attack.

He’s breathing heavily, trying desperately not to burst into tears again. Pecco knows if he’s silent for much longer, Carola will either hang up or call the firing squad, the best big sister ever, even if his skin is crawling, just thinking about facing her right now. In his. . . .state.

“I’m outside,” he croaks, finally, his voice sore from disuse and crying and, god, so much throwing up. “But I forgot to bring my keys.”

Carola is silent for a moment, but he can hear her taking slow, steady breaths through the crackle of the line. “Stay there, I have to turn off the alarm for the gate.”

—

His mama nearly has an aneurysm when he slinks down the stairs, late in the morning. He’d slept tucked into the corner between Carola’s bed and the wall like he hadn’t since—well, probably before he moved to Pesaro. Or hit puberty, whichever came first. After his sister had tugged the explanation out of him, she’d refused to let him go to sleep alone. They'd huddled together under her soft floral sheets and she’d pressed a curious hand to the slight swell of his belly that he couldn’t even really look at without getting nauseous, an expression of wonder on her face that he hadn’t yet encountered from anyone who knew about the—

“Francesco!” His mama interrupts his downward spiral, pressing two warm hands against his cheeks. “Is that Valentino not feeding you properly? You have to come sit down and eat, eat piccolo! You’ve gotten too thin!”

For once, his stomach doesn’t rebel at the plate of brioche, and his mom happily flits around the kitchen tidying up in the way she does when she’s trying to figure out how to approach a conversation. She frowns when he pushes away the espresso she’d left for him, and asks for warm milk, but carefully hasn’t asked him what the hell he’s doing here, why he hadn’t told them he was coming home. Why he’d shown up in the middle of the night and couldn’t bring himself to face her. Since he was little, Pecco has always been. . . .different, when it came to emotional matters, and his mama had learned long ago to let him come to her when he was ready.

Pecco doesn’t think he’ll ever be ready for the conversation they’re about to have. In fact, he barely gets down half a slice of bread before he’s running to the bathroom, hacking it all back up, the thing inside him rejecting it all anyway. He doesn’t even realize he’s crying until his mama pulls him in, rubbing soothing circles into his back and reaching up to brush tears off his cheek. “Oh, bambino,” she sighs, heavy with concern. “What’s going on?”

—

He’d insisted on waiting for his papa and Carola to return, mostly because he was pretty sure he was only going to be able to handle the conversation once, and he really needed his sister’s support to even attempt it. His mama had fussed over him for the rest of the day, forcing him back into bed with bowls of broth he’d thankfully been able to keep down. She’d even taken his temperature, humming thoughtfully when it was perfectly normal, though Pecco thought, uncomfortably, that they both sort-of knew he wasn’t that kind of sick.

Unfortunately, crushing Carola’s hands like a lifeline and staring back at his deeply concerned parents, it feels even worse than he’d imagined.

His papa is the first to break the silence. “Francesco,” he says, slowly, like he’s afraid Pecco might bolt if he’s too loud. “What’s wrong, piccolo?”

Pecco swallows hard, his fingers trembling where they grip Carola’s. He feels like a child again, sitting at this very table, confessing to crashing his scooter into the neighbor’s mailbox when he was fifteen. But this is so, so much worse.

“I—” He chokes on the word, his throat tight. His mama’s face is open, patient but worried, while his papa frowns, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. Carola wriggles one of her hands out of his deathgrip to pet the curls at his nape reassuringly.

“I’m pregnant,” he finally blurts out.

They all freeze for a moment, pure disbelief. His mama’s breath catches audibly, her eyes widening in shock. His papa blinks at him like he’s misheard.

The silence stretches unbearably. Pecco’s heart is hammering so hard he thinks he might actually pass out. There's a high possibility he's going to throw up again.

“Scusa?” His papa’s voice is strangled.

Pecco licks his lips, his mouth dry. “I’m pregnant.” His voice wavers slightly, but the words come out clearer this time. “I found out a few weeks ago.”

His mama makes a soft noise, pressing a hand to her mouth, her eyes shining with something unreadable. “Oh, Francesco. . . .”

His papa, on the other hand, looks confused and concerned. “But—how? That’s not possible, that’s not—you were tested, at birth, they said—you were not. . . .” He gestures vaguely, like he’s searching for an explanation in the air.

Pecco shrugs weakly. “Turns out I am.”

Silence again, Pecco's shoulders are tensed up nearly to his ears. Carola's free hand grips the back of his neck firmly, like she thinks he'll try to make a run for it.

Then, suddenly, his mama’s chair scrapes against the floor as she stands. For a split second, Pecco braces himself for yelling, but instead she kneels down, pulling him into her arms. “Oh, bambino mio,” she murmurs, her voice thick with emotion. “You must have been so scared.”

As soon as she says it, Pecco finally shatters. He crumples into her, sobs tearing from his chest, months of anxiety and fear draining out of him all at once. His mama holds him tightly, rubbing soothing circles against his back, whispering soft reassurances into his hair.

Carola reaches over, rubbing his shoulder, and even his papa, still looking completely out of his depth, awkwardly places a hand on his back.

“It’s going to be okay bambino,” his mama says firmly, pulling back just enough to cup his face. “We’ll figure this out together.”

Pecco sniffles, his breath hitching. He’s exhausted, terrified, still fucking nauseous, but for the first time in weeks the knot in his chest loosens, just a little.

—

It’s terribly hard to focus on what Valentino is saying when Luca looks this good, Pecco realizes with dawning horror, the third time he zones out of the lecture, staring at Luca’s hands. His long fingers are folded neatly in his lap, the perfect picture of proper and respectful, if Pecco couldn't see that he was still sporting a semi under the table.

In their defense, Valentino had walked into the apartment unannounced in the syrupy hour after lunch, but before Pecco’s third daily nap, when he had the best chance of seducing Luca into messing around on the couch. He’d then decided, seven and a half months into the unplanned pregnancy, that catching his brother with his hand up Pecco’s stretched out tshirt was cause for the safe sex talk he’d been “meaning to get around to” for the last five years.

Valentino, completely oblivious—or maybe just choosing to ignore the heavy tension radiating between them—leans forward, elbows on his knees, and clasps his hands together like he’s about to deliver the most important race strategy briefing of his entire life. Pecco wonders, idly, if this is what he looks like when Uccio shows him “telemetry” on his iPad.

“Look, I get it,” he says, nodding sagely. “You’re young, you’re in love, you’re horny—”

Pecco makes a strangled noise in the back of his throat. Luca chokes on his own spit.

Valentino waves them off and keeps going. “But you clearly haven’t been careful enough, considering. . . .” he gestures vaguely at Pecco’s belly, which is currently both peeking humiliatingly out the bottom of his tshirt and pressing up against the edge of the table.

Pecco glares. He knows he's gotten huge recently, and he's been feeling particularly sensitive about it. “Wow, grazie, Vale. Really, I hadn't noticed.”

Luca, to his credit, looks genuinely sheepish. “It’s not like we didn’t try to be careful,” he mumbles, scratching at the back of his neck. “We didn't know Pecco was a carrier.” Pecco feels his face heat up at the reminder.

Valentino levels them both with a sharp look. “Clearly, you didn’t try hard enough. Even if Pecco hadn't been a carrier, it is still the safest to use a condom!”

Luca groans, tipping his head back against the couch. “Mio Dio, if this is your way of giving us the condom talk, you’re about seven months too late.”

Valentino ignores him, finally in the rhythm of his tirade. It's an interesting look on him, considering it's usually Uccio who attempts any kind of lecturing about the behavior of the Academy. “You know, there are many ways to be safe. Barriers, timing, communication—”

Pecco shoots Luca a sidelong glance. Luca, who is still, inexplicably, half-hard in his boxers. Luca, who just an hour ago had been shoving his tongue down Pecco's throat against the couch cushions, murmuring things that had absolutely not been about barriers or communication. Things much more aligned with how they'd ended up here in the first place.

Pecco swallows hard. This is kind of his second worst-nightmare, just below getting knocked up mid-season on the list. He hasn't even let himself think about how Valentino said they were, jesus, in love, and neither of them even protested it. Pecco has been in love with Luca for as long as he can remember, but he's always known Luca just saw him as a friend. Luca, of course, is just having sex with him out of convenience.

Meanwhile, Valentino is on a roll. “And don’t think that just because you’re already—” another vague hand-waving gesture at Pecco’s belly. It's kind of amazing that they're this far along, and he's in his thirties, and can't bring himself to say it. “—That you shouldn’t still be careful. Pregnancy hormones can make you want to go at it like rabbits, but you need to be mindful of—”

Pecco shifts uncomfortably in his seat, and his gigantic belly jostles the table enough to knock over the sad vase of dead flowers he'd gotten Luca for Father's Day. He's spent approximately ten minutes in one position, so his back aches enough to make him want to scream. “I am not listening to this anymore.”

Valentino raises an unimpressed eyebrow. “You think I wanted to be here?” He throws his hands up dramatically. “You think I enjoy this? But I’m responsible for both of you!”

“Vale,” Luca interrupts, desperate. “We get it. Be careful, use protection, don’t fuck up again. Lesson learned. Can we please never talk about this again?”

He squints at them for a long moment, weighing his options, then sighs, rubbing his temples. “Fine. But if I find out you’ve been reckless again,” he points an accusatory finger between them.

Luca glares. “What, you’ll ground us?” He gestures at Pecco's belly. “Bit late for that.”

Valentino pinches the bridge of his nose. “I am just trying to make sure you know how to have safe sex,” he sighs. “I don't want either of you to have to sacrifice more than you already have because of another—” he stops himself, just in time, but Pecco knows he was going to say, what he was going to call their baby. A mistake. He sees it reflected back in his eyes, in everyone’s eyes, lately. His skin crawls every time he visits the ranch, seeing Mig and Franky’s looks of pity. Nicolo’s barely-hidden derision. Bez hasn’t been able to look him in the eyes since he started showing for real, months ago.

The second Valentino finally leaves, after he gives them the dish of food from Stefania that he had come to deliver in the first place, an excruciating round of hugs, and a parting shot about prenatal vitamins, somehow managing to keep his set of keys in the rush to kick him out—Pecco lets his head thunk onto Luca's shoulder with a dramatic groan.

“I will never forgive you for giving him a key. We aren't having sex again until you get it back from him!”

Luca snorts, reaching over to place a warm palm over the silver of belly not covered by the tshirt. “You say that now, tesoro.”

Pecco lifts his head up, raising an eyebrow.

Luca smirks. “Where were we?”

[constellaris]

"So uh," Wise began nervously. He is determined not to back down this time. They've been dating for a while now, it's a perfectly normal thing to ask!! "Belle and the others are going to be out for a while. We have the whole place to ourselves."

Fuck. Why is he being this awkward about it? Get a grip seriously.

"Do you want to maybe-" Turquoise eyes lowered their gaze. Wise shifts so that he hovers slightly over his companion. He lightly runs his palm along the inside of Cedric's thigh in an intimate caress. "Um. All I'm saying is, I'm ready to take the next step if you are. But, it's okay if you aren't or won't ever be either."

Spending time alone together was nothing new, not by now, nor was the more innocent physical affection they'd gradually been growing more comfortable sharing behind closed doors. It was something that Cedric had swiftly begun to crave, after all, especially if these things meant he could be close to the person that finally made him feel like he'd found home .

But he hadn't anticipated ... This .

Breath faltered, eyes widening briefly before hands slowly reached out toward his beloved. One slid to rest on the small of his back, urging Wise to straddle his lap while the other came to cradle Wise's cheek within warm palm, thumb stroking over soft skin as he guided their foreheads together.

" Admittedly , I've ... Not truly thought much of these kinds of intimacies before ... At least not until recently ... " Cedric finally murmured as his head tilted, letting lips brush together in a brief, feather - light kiss. " If you're truly certain you want to do such things with me , then ... I want to explore this next step in our relationship ... To find more ways to show you how much you mean to me . "

[statementlou]

.

[multiverseofmisfits]

Oh no, Caru getting tilted by these truthful compliments!

SO MANY STARS HDHFJSJFJSKDK

[hippolotamus]

Hippo!! I need more Teddie in my life!! 🎖️🎖️🎖️

You and me both! I love them so much 🥹 (thank you from the bottom of my heart for sending an ask)

Better to just get it over with.

“Evening, officer,” Tommy drawls. “Or should I say morning?”

“Sorry to bother you, Tommy, but you know how it is.”

Tommy waves him off, sighs and tips his chin toward the man in Officer Arthur Johnston’s custody. “I do. Where’d he wind up today?”

Art gives the man a less than gentle shove over the threshold, effectively depositing him in Tommy’s rented room.

“Found him over at Lucky’s. Got a call he was having it out with a pile of crates, claiming they were blocking him from getting home.”

make me write Teddie edition 🎖️

@diazsdimples 🫶

[thewolvesof1998]

Wolf! woLF!! WOLF!!!

Apparently ao3 commenting is down so I can’t comment on your cowboy fic but OH MY GOD MY DUDE I THOUGHT CHAPTER ONE WAS GOOD AND THEN I READ CHAPTER TWO AND IM OVER HERE LIKE THIS

This fic rocks!! Im so excited to see what you’ve got for us in chapter 3.

Hehehe I'm glad you enjoyed it! Sorry for the late reply but I wanted to write a bit of a sneak peak for you and I am also using this as my Fuck it Friday post because why the fuck not?

I think I was tagged by literally everyone so...

@wikiangela @wildlife4life ​ @alyxmastershipper​ @disasterbuckdiaz @spotsandsocks @try-set-me-on-fire @jesuisici33​ @bekkachaos @buddierights @forthewolves @911-on-abc @hippolotamus @shitouttabuck @911onabc @eddiediaztho @your-catfish-friend @loserdiaz @ladydorian05 @watchyourbuck @king-buckley @chaoticgremlinwholikescheese @fortheloveofbuddie @steadfastsaturnsrings @mangacat201 @theotherluciferr @cowboy-buddie @eowon

So here's a bit more of Chapter 3 of Alright, Cowboy, Go Get 'Em my Rodeo AU:

Eddie buries his face in Buck’s neck when he can no longer look at Buck’s face without blurting out something ridiculous and sappy and way too serious for a hook-up. He still smells like the hotel’s citrus body wash from their shower last night and tastes divine as Eddie nibbles at the soft skin causing a hitch in the pants Buck is softly making in his ear. His hands are clinging to Eddie, one at his neck, the other leaving finger-sized marks on his bicep and both legs are crossed over Eddie’s back drawing him in as close as possible. Eddie’s hips are moving at a slow but steady pace, thrusting in deep and hitting that spot that has Buck arching and writhing beneath him. It’s intoxicating being this close to Buck, being wrapped up by him, wrapped up in him. Last night Buck had been on his knees, facing away from Eddie, it had seemed a safer choice at the time but he was still here. Not still here as in the hotel room fucking Buck after waking up in his arms but here as in already far too deep in his feelings about an almost stranger that he’s not sure he’ll ever see again. 

“Eds,” Buck mumbles, pulling Eddie back from his spiral, “Eds, baby I’m close,” his words are slurring in that fucked out way like they did last night and Eddie thinks he could listen to Buck fall apart for the rest of his life. 

Masterlist of posts about this fic- 18+

Read Chapter One and Two on ao3- 18+

[taintedcigs]

You and all the other muslims will burn.

omg how did brett gelman find me?

[astrxlfinale]

What are your thoughts on those of the genius society?

Caelus takes a moment to contemplate that.

Ironic. He knows.

For is it not those who follow that very wheelhouse devoted to the concept? The Erudition finds itself being simplistic in execution to Caelus. It's only the variations that truly exemplify the outright wild routes their minds can take. Those following the cosmic, high divine metals of Nous always had an undeniable weariness settled within their eyes. No amount of drive, apathy or measures of life experience could change that.

In fact, many could say that weariness was a requirement. It leads the Trailblazer to gently scoff as he scratches at the side of his wild, silver hair. "People who know how to crank the world itself up to 11. And I ain't talking about some metaphor, I just mean that literally." Each and every case has reflected as much to him. It's through the mold of their hands and imagination that he's faced sheer hell, conflicts of the past, conspiracy theories on mortal and divine scales.

..Funniest part? It's likely true.

"Not just people in the Genius Society themselves, any folks who got a card of Erudition in their stacks. I think they're literally the biggest cases of people looking for closure that you'll ever find." For the embers of ambition, the drive for a goal, continuing, there was never contentment in letting an answer contently be out of sight.

That said more than enough to him.

[drowninginthoughts27]

Trans regulus coming out to Sirius :)

Yesss!!! I always picture really young regulus saying to sirius how he didn’t feel quite right in his own body, how much he wishes he could be like his brother (have his hair short, wear pants instead of skirts and dresses, etc. etc.), and how he never felt understood by all the girls his parents made him play with and sirius always would let regulus have little fashion shows and try on all his clothes and they might have even tried to cut regulus’ hair together once and when walburga found out they said regulus had gotten glue caught in his hair or smth,,, sirius always held these bits of information in the back of his mind even as the they grew apart but neither of them quite understood what regulus actually meant with all of this until years later when sirius and regulus hadn’t been speaking for years regulus finally escaped his family and hunts down sirius who helps in put all the puzzle pieces together and start his transition!!! also,,, after regulus gets top surgery sirius tattoos little star designs onto his top surgery scars for him <33

[bobfloydsbabe]

Doggie pics!! These are my in laws pups but I consider them my own lol

Oh my god, the couch pic is the best thing I've seen in a while. They're cuties and I would like 10, please. Thank you for sharing them with me, Em 🥹

[mayoiayasep]

🌅 afterglow. all 5 of them

🌅 - what time do they wake up? what time do they go to bed? what do they consider to be "late" at night?

this is really a sign that i should start reading bandori stories bc ngl i dont know much about them properly as characters so this will be guessing off of vibes 👍🏾

in terms of best to worst schedule i think it would go moca-himari-tomoe-ran-tsugumi. moca canonically likes sleeping so while i dont really know if her sleep schedule would be "good" exactly she does sleep a lot and tsugumi has her habit of staying up late reading so. yea

[bambiihee]

RIPPING ALL OF MY HAIR OUT BITING MY NAILS TILL THEY BLEED FLINGING MYSELF INTO ONCOMING TRAFFIC WE GOT FAIRY!READER CONTENT RAAAAGHHHHH ‼️‼️‼️‼️

[lakecountylibrary]

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