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verbenaa · 7 months

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Hi, first thank you for your amazing work!! (and opening requests!) I had an idea for some fluff: after a few days travelling in the Underdark, Astarion misses the sun. To cheer him up, druid (?) Tav takes up his hands one evening and conjures (a soft) Daylight in them for him to enjoy :) enjoy the rest of your Sunday!

𝑎/𝑛: thank you so much for such an amazing request omg!!! this prompt is so fantastic, I really truly LOVED writing it! Also me and my triple earth signs LOVE druids, so I really vibed with that. This ended up being more sentimental than I originally planned, but I think it's really soft and sweet 💕 I really hope you enjoy this! Have a great rest of your Sunday too!!!

𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: Astarion/gn!Reader, Astarion/Druid!Reader

𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: hurt & comfort, fluff

𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 1.2k

𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: none, really!

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we grow like ivy, twisting together with vines of the deepest green

Your fingers card through silver curls, the thick waves soft as your fingertips drag through the strands with ease, the motions soothing to you both as Astarion pillows his head on your thighs.

His weight is a comfort after the past few days combing through the best and the worst the Underdark has to offer; a seemingly endless amount of horrors against a world as dark as night, the neon effervescence of glowing mushrooms the only light by which you have travelled.

Your magic feels so different down here. You’re just as connected to the earthen ground beneath your feet as ever, of course; but the lack of sunshine, the absence of the moon’s rays, and of a world full of green always leaves you feeling slightly off-kilter so deep below the surface.

Taking residency in this technicolor world had been a transition for you both, but that was fine; as with the ever-changing beauty of the landscapes around you, you would grow, learn, adapt to whatever seasons this new life with Astarion may bring.

Astarion adjusts his head slightly as he absently twirls a gold piece between nimble fingers as he stares up into the endless black of the Underdark above, his form tense despite your calming ministrations.

“Just where in the bloody hells are they?” He releases the words on the breath of an overdramatic sigh, those elegant features of his that you love transforming into a childlike pout. There’s a frustration in his voice that he tries to smooth over, but you know him better than that by now to not hear it in the slight tremor in his words.

“There’s 7,000 of them, they’re bound to turn up eventually.” Such pragmatic words, though you find yourself wondering more and more with every passing day exactly when that statement would be coming true. You look down on him once more, taking in the tension in his limbs with narrowed, assessing eyes.

“What’s on your mind, Astarion?” The coin falters a bit as it moves from finger to finger, twisting up and over his knuckles. Astarion abandons the sight of the cavernous ceiling above, his crimson irises flitting to your own as he considers your words, rolling over them in his mind as you wait patiently for him to grant you a response, whatever he chooses it to be.

His throat bobs as his mouth opens and closes as he works to find his voice to speak, words faltering as they work their up the elegant column of his throat. You don’t stop the hand that brushes through his hair, letting the constant of your touch be his guiding light as he picks through the emotions weaving through his mind.

“I hate it down here. It’s dark and damp and everything smells positively wretched.” Bitterness coats the words as they fall from lips twisted into a frown. With a flick of his wrist he captures the gold coin in his palm, pocketing it with a swift motion.

Your head tilts slightly as you listen to his words, ears catching onto the way he says the word ‘dark’, spitting the word out as if it were acid on his tongue.

“Astarion” The hand in his hair smooths down over his temple to brush against the sharp bone of his cheek instead, thumb sweeping over his soft skin as you cup his face.

There’s a depth to the sadness that resides in his eyes, unhidden from you as you gaze into those incarnadine orbs, the reason behind this particular bit of melancholy suddenly obvious as you put his words together once more in your mind.

“The sun.” You lips part to say the words so he does not have to, a small nod deeper into the plushness of your thighs the only sign of affirmation he will give you.

“I…I just never thought I would truly miss something I barely ever had, I suppose.” He averts his eyes now, staring at the smooth leather that covers your legs instead. “I’ve lived long enough in the darkness, I don’t understand why it’s suddenly so hard to be without it now.”

You stare down at him momentarily, his words clawing into your heart with sharp talons as your mind whirls through what you could possibly do, what you could ever say to him, when you catch onto something—an inkling of an idea that may grant you both a small reprieve from the impenetrable darkness that surrounds.

“Up.” You smile at him as you bounce your legs from where they rest underneath his head, a small nod of your chin gesturing for him to fill the space across from where you sit. Astarion complies with your request, eyes slightly narrowed as he attempts to puzzle together whatever the plan is that has filled that beautiful mind of yours. He sits close, knee to knee, as he waits for your words.

“Give me your hands.” Your words are gentle as you hold your own palms open in offering, waiting, for him to press his own into your warm hands. There’s a brief moment of hesitation, Astarion’s mind turning over the possibilities of the action, but it passes almost as quickly as it appears, fading into the air around you as he slowly lets his hands rest into your own.

Your fingers close over his own, the warmth of your skin permeating into the chill of his as you turn his hands to face palm up, cupping them gently within your own.

You feel a familiar pull through your body, magic moving up from the ground to flow through your veins, like the greenest of ivy that carpets the ground of the world above the one you now reside. Even down here you are radiant, needing no sun or stars or moon by which to guide the power that winds its way through your soul.

The little ball of light starts small as it burns above your hands; the glow minute as it forms in an undulating circle. It brightens, growing ever so slowly larger in time with your breathing as it hovers there in its brilliance. You channel your energy into the spell, careful to keep the power you allow to flow from you minimal so that it does not overwhelm and instead manifests only as that beautiful, beaming orb. Its warmth permeates the air around you, a literal pocket-sized star emanating little waves of heat outward onto your faces, coloring Astarion with an aura of burnished gold.

Your smile grows as you look onto it in wonder, its radiance a spot of beauty in an otherwise dark world.

“And you have the audacity to say I’m the dramatic one.” He huffs at your sentimentality despite the fondness sticking to his own words, eyes focused onto that little glowing ball of sheer luminosity emanating from both of your upturned palms, the warmth cascading over you both.

His eyes slowly look up to find your own searching his features, the glow of the little sun that shines in your joined palms a balm on both of your weary hearts and you hope that once this moment ends and you have to carry on with reality that a little piece of the afterglow will remain in some form or another.

“We’ll find our way, Astarion. Even if it means having to create our own light to go by.”

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elvensorceress · 11 months

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Sunday Sentences

way more than 7 of them because it's been a while and you deserve all of these 💕 tagged by @eddiebabygirldiaz @spotsandsocks @wikiangela @monsterrae1 @messyhairdiaz @theotherbuckley thank you, beloveds 💕 tagging @shortsighted-owl @hippolotamus @disasterbuckdiaz @housewifebuck @hoodie-buck @the-likesofus @bekkachaos @loserdiaz @wildlife4life @giddyupbuck @911onabc @eddiediaaz @thespermdonorstorylineisstupid @ronordmann @shitouttabuck @babytrapperdiaz @fleurdebeton @buddierights if you haven't posted yet and want to share something 😘

from the Unless finale

Eddie leans in closer, pressing harder, more securely against Buck from shoulders to thighs. “I wanted you,” he whispers and leaves a light brush of a kiss on Buck’s lips. “I want you.”

Buck holds onto him but leans to the side to look at him with a puzzled expression on his face. “You want me?”

What sort of question is that? No, Eddie does this all the time to everyone. He’s the one stealing firetrucks and hooking up in bar bathrooms. Because those are things Eddie would do. When he can’t even talk about having sex even with the man he loves without panicking. Whatever. Of course he wants Buck. “Do you think I don’t?”

“N-no. No, I don’t mean. I mean— what? What do you mean?”

Eddie means this is the strangest conversation he and Buck have ever had. Which says a fucking lot. “What do you think I mean? I want you. I wanted more. I wanted you to stay. You and your hard-on. We could have—” Eddie’s still not sure where they might’ve landed on the they could have had sex spectrum. But it would have been something more than Buck running to jerk off alone because he was too turned on and thought it wasn’t welcome. “I mean maybe you aren’t ready to have sex yet. I get that. We haven’t even said if we’re dating dating and it’s only been hours that we’ve been together. So… maybe this was better. Maybe we should wait. But…”

But he doesn’t know how to finish that thought other than Buck should have stayed. He needs Buck to stay. He wants Buck with him. He wants to take care of him and love him and be good for him.

Buck blinks at him then leans back even further and stares with a scrunched look of trying to do complicated math and failing at it. He even holds up a hand like he needs a teacher to call on him and answer his questions. “What? I just. I don’t understand. What do you—what?”

“What do you mean, ‘what’?”

“I mean who are you and what have you done with Eddie and I don’t know what you mean by, I want you. And we should wait? And you think I’m not ready to have sex yet? Why do you think we’re going to have sex? What do you want with me? Of me? What do you— w-what do you want when you say, you want me?”

What else might it mean? Were they not just making out all over the kitchen? Is it not obvious? Eddie didn’t think he would have to spell it all the way out. But maybe direct and to the point is the best approach?

He rests both his hands on Buck’s chest. His very soft, very warm, very muscled and beautiful chest with his beautiful beating heart that Eddie swears he can feel racing beneath his fingers. “Buck,” he says slowly, passionately, with as much warmth and love as he can possibly pour into his words. “I want to have sex with you.”

It doesn’t quite have the reaction Eddie was expecting. Or hoping for. Not that he knows exactly what he thought might happen, but Buck just blinks at him like Eddie’s suddenly confessed he was wrong and actually does believe in jinxes and the “q-word curse” and other stupid superstitions.

But he’s not the one who responds to Eddie’s declarative wanting anyway.

“Uhhh. If you’re going to do that, can you not do it in the kitchen,” Chris says from the doorway. “I eat here. We all eat here. It would have to be some kind of health hazard violation.”

Chris is leaning against the doorway. Without his crutches. Which somehow makes him far too stealthy and quiet. Either that or Eddie was just way too distracted with... never mind.

Eddie’s stomach, lungs, liver, kidneys, heart all plummet out of his body. Metaphorically of course because literally dying of mortification would give him an out from this situation. That would be too easy.

He pulls away from Buck and steps backward until he’s at the opposite side of the room, while Buck is left with his arms hanging in midair, curved around where Eddie used to be.

“We’re not,” Eddie says. “We weren’t doing— anything. We weren’t going to. We were just talking.”

Chris gives him a withering, skeptical look that only makes him look a thousand percent like his mother.

Which Eddie absolutely cannot handle right now.

“H-hey, Chris,” Buck steps toward the doorway, coincidentally or maybe not so coincidentally between Eddie and Chris, and turns into his bubbly, eager, friendly self. “Are you— are you hungry? Do you still want those pancakes? Cinnamon swirls and cream cheese icing? I was getting ready to make them for us.”

Chris wrinkles his nose and shakes his head. “Not hungry anymore. What’s going on? When did this happen? Why didn’t you tell me?”

Buck looks back to Eddie with clear worry all over his face, and Eddie tries to silently convey that everything is okay. Chris isn’t in the dark about how Eddie feels about Buck. He’s not angry with them.

Eddie’s pretty sure anyway. “It only just happened. We weren’t keeping anything from you.”

Chris gapes at him with wide, horrified eyes. “It just happened? That’s how you told Buck? By saying that? Oh my god, Dad! What were you thinking? That is so embarrassing.”

Eddie’s mouth falls open. “N-no. No! That wasn’t— That wasn’t how.”

Chris’ very disbelieving, very Shannon-face comes out again, and Eddie sags against the counter and rubs a hand over his suddenly aching head.

“No. Chris,” Buck says gently but solidly. Something firm and stead through storms and Eddie just wants to hold onto him and never let go. “Your dad told me last night that he’s in love with me. And I love him, too. I love you both more than anything.”

Chris turns his scrutinizing gaze on Buck this time and still looks skeptical, but also not so horrified. Just wary.

At this point, Eddie will take what he can get.

#buddie #seven sentence sunday #buddie wip #jenwyn wip #the one with the oblivious obtuse pining idiots #fic: unless you ask me to #911 #May and Buck aren't the only ones who get to be disturbed by their parents doing the sex in the kitchen??#and for the record Buck is being weird and confused because he's all #Eddie wants sex? does not compute #demisexual Eddie my most beloved

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luffyvace · 8 months

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๑ Mina x black reader hcs ๑

I said I wanted to do this a long time ago so here I am ;3

MINA X BLACK READER IS SO ICONIC 💥💥

Your hair is like GOLD to Mina!

seriously she loves it!!

any type of curls you have—they’re just amazing!

and she could probably relate on some level considering she doesn’t have the worlds straight hair just sayin 🤭☺️

she helps you take care of it EVERY time

i hope you don’t mind physical touch because she always finds her way into your soft fluffy hair when your hairs’ in an afro

long or short doesn’t matter to her she loves your curls <3

she 100% knows or learns how to braid for you

and if not she takes you weekly to get it done

and you always look STUNNING

No matter your gender she will beg to put cute little bows in your hair

especially when your hairs’ in a Afro 💗💗

idk i feel like Afro is a favorite style for her

its just so fluffy and natural‼️😍

she’s your biggest fan/hype girl about your looks cuzzzz OOOO U FINE 😋😋

you culture/DANCINGGG!!

with Mina that’s so cool!!

like?! We all know she’s a dancer so y’all def be vibin together!!!!!

You teach her dances and she teaches you some

thats definitely a bonding thing between you two

even if you can’t dance she’ll teach you

(she taught ida, izuku and aoyama how don’t sit here and tell me she can’t teach you 🤨🤨)

cuz she’s a big dancer too!! (If you like to)

AAVE is easy for her to understand, like she catches on immediately

you two likely gossip around those who don’t understand using certain terms so they won’t know who your talking about 😊

you could be right in front of them and they’d think your talking about some YouTuber when you meant YouTube as in white 😭😭😃

LOL that’s too funny to think about 😂

your DRIPP 😍

she’s your biggest cheerleader abt your fits!!

Shopping every Saturday and Sunday?

shopping every Saturday and Sunday.

and a fashion show too!!

usually held in her dorm since it’s already giving ‘diva’ anyway

she helps you plan outfits WEEKS ahead because y’all bought so much clothes 🤪

now who’s money was it………..momo’s! :)

an honorable mention 💕

she finds your skin and features absolutely beautiful 😍💋💋

shes always randomly hyping you up and complimenting youuu>>

she likes booping your nose

and doing skin/hair care rountines (doesn’t matter your gender or if you want to she makes you 😘)

she can braid hair too!! (Did I mention that? Well I’m saying it again because she’s really good at it)

she loves to do it for you <3 😊😊

she has the patience to sit there and do/take down long styles too, like box braids or locs

she can also put in weave for you if you want 💋

she buys you all types of bonnets with cute/cool designs on them 💝

like your sleepover routine be FREE 💥 THERAPY 💥

you party and have fun, karaoke, pizza, ice cream, movies

(and yes you have time for all that bc it’s mostly on the weekend or after school)

then y’all shower and brush teeth

AND THENNNN

she oils your scalppp

does a skin care routine

she’ll braid up your hair if it’s fresh

and put your bonnet on too

She’s low key so…?! Big sisterly?!!

as a lover??

I just realized this wow 😗

ANYWAY I KNOW I’D SURE LOVE THAT IF SOMEONE DID THAT FOR ME

lucky you

(ahem- I mean treat her well she’s a keeper)

yussss she is 💃

Thats all folks! 🤓

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e-dubbc11 · 1 year

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The Sweetest Pain

Pt. 3

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: Pregnancy symptoms, labor and delivery. Fluffy bunnies and unicorns, little bit of angst if you squint

Word Count: 3.9k-ish

Summary: After being married for just about a year, you and Billy are about to get some life changing news. You’re really nervous to tell him though, and you’re hoping he’ll be as happy as you are

A/N: So we’re jumping WAY ahead from where we left off with these two. Based off of an ask from my lovely lovely friend Lily @munsonownsmyass she was aching for some tattoo dad Billy Russo. So Lily, my love, I really hope you like this. And if you need a refresher or haven’t read the first two parts, I’ll leave them under the author’s note.

PART 1

PART 2

As always, thank you for reading! I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

The anticipation was killing you. It was just sitting on the edge of the bathroom counter, staring at you, mocking you. “Don’t look at it yet! Wait until the timer goes off!” Finally, the timer on your phone went off but you hesitated to look at it. What was it going to say? What was HE going to say?

It’s not like you didn’t talk about kids before you got married but it wasn’t something you were expecting right now. Staring down at the test, the two blue lines were VERY clear. You’re pregnant and you’re hoping Billy will be as excited as you are.

He had been nervous but Billy couldn’t wait to ask you to marry him. He finally had everything he had ever wanted, a successful tattoo business, friends, and a woman that he adored. You understood him, you were patient with him, and you loved him with your whole heart. He wasn’t without faults though.

Billy was stubborn, moody, and had a hard time expressing himself or saying what was on his mind but you learned to navigate the inner workings of your incredibly sweet yet big pain in the ass, husband.

Your wedding was small. Billy didn’t have any family except for his chosen family…Frank, Maria and the kids and even though you had a big family, you didn’t want a big wedding. So a little over a year after you started dating, the two of you exchanged I-do’s in front of close friends and family on the beach on a beautiful warm sunny day.

And now here you were, a year after that lovely June day on the beach, staring down at the pregnancy test telling you that you were going to be a mom and Billy was going to be a dad.

The idea of being a mother brought a smile to your face but scared you at the same time and you were definitely nervous to tell Billy. You had to think of a cute way to tell him and soon.

Billy didn’t take many nights off from the shop, he was always incredibly busy so if you wanted to spend time with him, you had to go to the studio so you just started working the front desk a couple of nights a week. You’d help answer the phone, book appointments, and take deposits.

Women still threw themselves at Billy when they would come in to make an appointment, wanting to talk to him instead of you and he’d always say the same thing…”Just talk to my wife, she’ll take down all your information and book your appointment.”

Narrowing their eyes at you, they’d reluctantly give you their information and the icing on the cake is when you’d hand them their receipt that was signed y/f/n Russo. They always hated that and you knew it. Billy made sure to wink and smile at you every time…he was so in love with you and wanted everyone to know it.

It was a Sunday evening, Billy’s only real day off was Sunday so you decided that today was the day you were going to tell him you’re pregnant.

You had already had your first doctor’s appointment two weeks ago and it was just to confirm you actually were indeed pregnant. They estimated at that time you were around six weeks along.

Finding a clever way to tell your tattoo artist husband that the two of you were going to be parents was difficult until you found these temporary tattoos online.

They were used for monthly updates for pictures showing how far along you are so you emailed the online shop asking if they could make one that said “8 weeks” so you could surprise Billy with a “new tattoo.” The woman who owned the shop thought it was such a cute idea and she would be happy to do that for you.

Growing up in the system, Billy was alone. He didn’t have parents to guide him, teach him, or protect him so he didn’t have anyone he could go to with problems that he had. Being alone was the only thing he had ever known until the Marines. How would he know how to be a parent if he didn’t have them? And that scared him.

You tried to ease his fears by telling him that it’s not like you had any idea how to be a mother either. Your own mother was a terrible parent, she wasn’t someone you wanted to model your parenting skills after so you told him that the only thing you were sure about was that you didn’t want to be like her.

The two of you would do this together, learn as you go because that’s what first time parents do. After that, Billy seemed less anxious and a lot more open to the idea of having a baby someday.

You were trying to remember a time where you were more nervous and you couldn’t think of one. Even on your wedding day you weren’t this nervous.

After applying the tattoo to your stomach, you stood in the bathroom waiting for it to dry with Billy out in the living room. The nauseous feeling kept coming and going, was it nerves or the start of morning sickness?

“Just go out there and tell him.” You silently told yourself.

Walking back out into the living room, he looked up from his book and smiled that perfect smile at you.

“Hey there, beautiful. Thank you for cooking tonight, it was delicious.” He said.

You gave him a warm smile back. “You’re welcome, handsome.”

Your heart was pounding as you stared into his liquid brown eyes, trying to keep your focus on him and what you wanted to tell him.

“Sweet girl, are you ok? You look a little pale.” He said.

You tried to smile. “Yeah, baby I’m fine.” Your voice was unsteady and you took a slow deep breath. “I just—I have something to tell you. Well, more like show you.”

Billy looked slightly confused and a little concerned, like he was wondering if you were alright. A spasm of worry moved across his face.

You inched closer to him so he was almost eye level with your stomach.

“Baby, come on. What is it?”

Releasing your deep breath, you lifted your shirt slightly, exposing your stomach.

“I got a new tattoo.” You said with a slight hitch in your voice. “Do you like it?”

Billy rested his hands on your hips and carefully looked at what was printed on your belly. He narrowed his eyes and trying to figure out what it meant.

8 Weeks

Suddenly, the color drained from his face and his eyes got wide.

“A-are you…pregnant?” He asked, his voice catching in his throat.

Tears pricked your eyes, you were shaking slightly as you bit down on your bottom lip and nodded because you couldn’t get any words out.

“We’re gonna have a baby?” He asked, resting his hand against your stomach.

Your hands were still trembling as a tear streaked down your cheek. “Y-yes Billy. We’re gonna have a baby.” You said nervously.

The color had not returned to Billy’s face when he stood up and walked over to the glass doors. This made you uneasy. You never really talked about WHEN you wanted to start a family and you were terrified that he just wasn’t ready yet but you weren’t either.

He was silent as he stood at the windows, looking out at the city skyline. He ran his fingers through is dark hair, and you were still standing over by the couch, scared to move as if your legs would give out on you if you tried to go to him.

It was difficult to see with tears blurring your vision, ready to spill over and leave tracks down your cheeks. Slowly, you started to move toward him, knees shaking, with your heart beating out of your chest.

Billy was still facing the windows when you walked up behind him, but scared to touch him. Before your hands could make contact with his shoulder, you pulled back and started to walk away from him when he turned to face you and took your hand in his. His onyx colored eyes shined like two chips of glass as the early evening sun flooded in through the window.

With your eyes still swimming with tears, you were finally able to say something. “Billy…I’m so sor—“

But he didn’t let you finish before his lips seized yours, his fingers entangled in your hair as he nipped at your jaw and peppered kisses up and down your neck.

The air was ripped from your throat, tearing away your voice as Billy continued to kiss you, parting your lips with his tongue and in between kisses, telling you over and over how much he loved you.

After finding your voice again, you asked him. “You’re not mad, baby?”

“Mad? Why would I be mad, sweet girl?” He asked, wiping your tears away.

You sobbed into his chest. “You got so quiet after I told you, I thought that maybe you were upset. I know we talked about waiting a little while before having kids but h-how do you feel about it?”

Billy swiped your tears away with both thumbs and a smirk played against his lips.

“I couldn’t be happier, my love. I’m terrified…but I really couldn’t be happier.” And he leaned forward to kiss you again.

“We’re gonna be parents, Billy.” You said, looking up into his beautiful dark brown eyes.

Nervously, Billy placed his hand on your stomach. “You’ll help me, right? The first time Frankie handed Lisa to me, I had no idea how to hold her or anything, so I just gave her back after a minute.”

“Gave her back.” You chuckled and placed your hand on top of his. “We’ll help each other, baby. I don’t know what I’m doing either. I do know how to hold a baby though.” You said with a light laugh.

“I’d say that’s a good start then, sweet girl.” Said Billy as he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead and pulled you into a tight embrace.

**********

Keeping your pregnancy a secret long enough to make it through the first trimester was difficult. You wanted to tell people but decided to wait until around 12 weeks which was perfect timing because that’s around when you started to experience morning sickness. And one of those times was during a picnic at the Castle house.

“Is she ok?” Frank asked, taking a sip of his beer. “She’s been in there a long time.”

Billy tried to brush it off like it wasn’t a big deal. “Yeah, Frankie…she’s fine. She just uh, hasn’t been feeling great lately.” He said as he bit back a smile.

Frank narrowed his eyes, looked at Billy, then looked toward the house and back at Billy again.

“I noticed she’s not drinkin’ either, she didn’t drink on the 4th of July a couple weeks ago.” Frank said as you came walking out of the front door.

“You use the mouthwash, sweetheart?” Frank asked with a sly grin.

You mouth dropped open and you playfully scolded Billy. “You told him I’m pregnant, Billy?!”

Frank started to laugh, Billy smiled and shook his head back and forth.

“I didn’t, sweet girl. YOU just did though.” Billy said with a sly smile.

Everyone at the picnic offered their congratulations. All of the other artists from Billy’s tattoo shop were there, Maria, and the Castle children were all very excited for you and Billy.

“Do you guys know what you’re having yet!?” Shortcake asked excitedly.

You could feel the warmth rise to your cheeks, you really weren’t used to being the center of attention.

“Oh, we find out next month what we’re having.” You said.

Frank looked at you and Billy, trying hard to contain his smile but he couldn’t. “The only thing I’m gonna say is that Frankie works for a boy or a girl.”

**********

And at your 16 week appointment, you and Billy found out you were having a girl. So you had five months to prepare for the arrival of little baby girl Russo but you wanted to keep her name to yourselves until she was born.

Everyone kept bothering you because they wanted to know what her name was going to be but it was a secret and you swore Billy to secrecy also.

In his spare time, Billy worked hard to help you prepare the nursery. He also went out of his way to make sure you were comfortable, always asking if you needed anything, and taking care of late night cravings.

He had painted a beautiful traditional tattoo themed mural on the wall and painted her name above her crib. He stayed up all night to finally finish it. Billy knew it would be one less thing you’d have to worry about as your pregnancy progressed.

“Keep those eyes closed, baby.” Billy said.

You smiled as he held your hand and led you into the nursery. “They’re closed, Billy. What is this about?”

“Ok, open your eyes.” He told you.

Blinking your eyes open, you took everything in. The room was finished…the mural, the crib and changing table were put together. Everything looked absolutely perfect.

Your eyes were swimming with tears as you choked out. “Billy…this is—this is—“ You stopped to try and compose yourself.

A look of worry washed over him. “Oh god you hate it, don’t you.” He said.

Violently shaking your head and rushing to cup his cheeks. “No, no, no Billy! I LOVE it. This is—so beautiful.” And you pulled him close to capture his lips.

“I’m really excited to meet her.” You whispered.

Billy gently held you against his chest and whispered back. “I am too, baby.”

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You started to get nervous as your due date got closer. All of the first time mom nerves took a back seat to the fact that you were due to give birth in January.

It had been unseasonably cold so far this winter and there had already been a couple of significant snowfalls in December. What if you went into labor during a snowstorm? What if you couldn’t get to a hospital in time?

About five days away from your due date, Billy had moved his client to the morning so he would be home early because they were predicting a bad snowstorm. But it started to snow earlier than expected and this storm was fast moving so it dropped a decent amount of snow in a short period of time.

At the height of the storm is when you suddenly started to feel pain in your back and your lower belly.

Were you in labor? This was your first baby, you were unsure of what labor pains felt like so you just started to time them. Even after reading books on pregnancy, you still weren’t sure and started to feel anxious.

Billy was at the tattoo studio and you were home alone, in labor. Surprised at how quickly you reacted, you promptly called 911 and then called Billy.

“Hey beautiful. You enjoying the snow?” He asked.

Trying to smile in between contractions, you took a deep breath before answering him. “Uh, well…here’s the thing. I think I’m in labor, Billy.”

“Labor?! Now?!! No, no, you’re not due for five more days!” He said nervously.

You winced at the pain. “Yeah, well the low pressure must have jumpstarted my labor because the little miss wants out and she wants out NOW! These contractions are intense and getting closer together. I called the ambulance so just meet me at the hospital, ok?”

“Well I’m glad I finished that tattoo early, then. Ok, ok I’ll see you soon…I hope. I love you.” He said.

You smiled through the contraction. “I love you too, handsome.”

Inside Anvil tattoo studio

Billy hung up and called out for Frank.

“Frankie! I gotta go…y/n is in labor!” He shouted, his heart in his throat at the thought of you dealing with labor pains all by yourself.

“What?! Now?!! Ok, ok relax. My truck has four-wheel drive, let’s go!” Frank yelled. “Are we picking her up, what are we doin’?”

Billy violently shook his head. “No, no. She called the ambulance. I can’t miss this, Frankie.”

“You’re not gonna miss it but we gotta go, Bill. Now!” Frank said.

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You arrived at the hospital too late for an epidural. After they brought you to a holding room, they checked and you were 9 cm dilated, your labor progressed faster than you expected.

The nurse furrowed her brow. “Oh honey, you’re at 9! You’re gonna have that baby soon!” She said excitedly.

It was very overwhelming having all of those people around you, doctors and nurses trying to keep you calm while wheeling you to a delivery room. But all you wanted was your husband by your side but he wasn’t there yet and you found yourself whispering internally “Hold on, baby girl. Just hold on a little longer until your dad gets here.”

Walking into the delivery room, the doctor asked you where the father was and you had to tell her that you didn’t know and last you knew he was on his way but obviously the snow was a bit of a problem.

You had been at the hospital for about 45 minutes when they told you it was time to push. You felt your heart shatter and your eyes welled up with tears…Billy still wasn’t here yet.

You had already done one set of pushes when you heard some commotion out in the hallway and the door flew open and Billy rushed in, snowflakes still stuck in his black beanie, and out of breath.

“Did I miss it?! Am I too late?!” He said, panting.

Tears streamed down your cheeks but you managed a smile. “BILLY!”

“You didn’t miss it Dad, but she’s getting ready to push again. Come take her leg.” The doctor said.

Billy threw his jacket on the floor and rushed over to hold your leg when you started to push again. He kissed you on the forehead and apologized for being late.

“Your hands are freezing!!!” You yelled as he grabbed your leg.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” He said, trying to warm up his hands before touching you again.

After three sets of pushes, she was here. Ten perfect little fingers and ten perfect little toes and everything in between, she was the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.

The nurses cleaned her off, wrapped her up and placed her in your arms. One of your tears fell and landed directly on the tip of her little nose. Gazing down at her, she had the same color hair as Billy and she had your nose. She was the perfect combination of the two of you.

After a couple of feedings and a couple of naps, you felt up to having visitors but since it was snowing, the only visitors that made it were Frank and Billy’s tattoo artist friends from the studio since they were relatively close by.

You had a hard time prying the little miss away from Shortcake, she was just head over heels in love with her. And she actually pouted when she handed the baby to Frank which made you chuckle.

“Hey there, pretty girl.” Frank said in his low gruff voice which the baby seemed to like. “So do we get to know your name or are mom and dad still keeping it a secret?”

In the midst of all the chaos, both you and Billy completely forgot to tell everyone what her name was.

“Well Frank…say hello to your goddaughter, Anna. Anna Raven Russo.” You said.

With a stunned look on his face, Frank looked at you and Billy. “Raven? L-like my call sign Raven?” He asked with a hitch in his voice.

Billy looked at you then back over at Frank. “Well you did say you wouldn’t mind the baby being named after you. So…is it ok? Uncle Frankie?” Billy asked.

Frank’s eyes were bright with unshed tears and a smirk played across his face, trying to play off at how touched he was. He looked down at little Anna and back to you and Billy.

“Ok? It’s—it’s more than ok.” He said. “I really have a goddaughter?”

“Yes Frank, you really have a goddaughter.” You said.

Nothing like a tiny baby to reduce a rough and tough marine to a big ball of mush.

“I’m gonna spoil her rotten, you know that right? She’s gonna come with us to the zoo, she’s gonna learn how to work on cars, and I’m gonna give her all the candy she wants.” Said Frank.

Everyone laughed as Anna started to stir. She let out a tiny cry which apparently was a sign that everyone should leave.

Frank handed her back to Billy but not before placing a gentle kiss on her little forehead and they all said their goodbyes. The nurse mentioned that it might be a good idea for you to try and get some sleep.

When everyone left, the three of you were alone together for the first time since she was born. Billy leaned in to give you a kiss and kissed Anna on her forehead.

“Am I doin’ this right, baby?” He asked.

You just smiled at him. “You’re a natural, my love.”

Billy smiled his perfect smile back at you as he held Anna in his arms.

“Why don’t you try and get some sleep, sweet girl. I’ll hold her until she wakes up.” He said as he leaned forward to give you another gentle kiss on the lips. “But before you do, I just need to tell you…” he paused. “That nothing in my life has been easy except loving you…and now loving the little miss, here.”

Your vision became blurry with tears, his handsome features were hard to make out until the tears fell and you kissed him back.

“I love you too, Billy…WE love you.” You said looking down at Anna and back up to meet Billy’s gaze.

“Looks like I have another tattoo to get.” Billy said. “You think Andy will be able to tattoo Anna’s name on me, or is that asking too much?” He laughed.

Pondering that thought, you responded. “Hmmmm…I dunno, you sure you wanna risk him not spelling it right?”

The two of you exchanged laughs.

The image of Billy sitting on the couch, smiling and whispering to Anna was the last thing you saw before drifting off to sleep. Quickly, you snapped a picture before your tired eyelids finally gave in, everything went dark, and you went on to have the shortest but best nap of your life.

Up until the birth of your daughter, you thought the sweetest pain was being tattooed. The pain was temporary but the end result was a beautiful permanent work of art. However, there was definitely another kind of sweet pain and that beautiful work of art was fast asleep in her father’s arms.

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ballad-of-birdy-lamb · 5 months

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i saw ur post about lucy gray angst so im here to request 🙋🏻‍♀️

Ok so reader is lucy grays bsf and corio comes to district 12 and meets reader and starts taking a liking to reader and lucy gray gets jealous but then reader reassures her and they kiss and get together 🫠 please and thank you💕

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I'll hide you in my poetry.

Lucy Gray Baird x Fem! Covey Member! Reader Summary: Lucy Gray wasn't the jealous type, but oh, did she feel terrible when she saw Coriolanus with you. Warnings: none Word count: 1.3k ⊹₊｡ꕤ˚₊⊹

Lucy Gray wasn’t the jealous type, everyone knew that. Yes, she could enact revenge if she wanted to, but it was very specific and rarely happened. Her shoving that snake down Mayfair’s dress? Bound to happen! Don’t send your boyfriend's ex into the hunger games.

But she was full of love, so it wasn’t surprising that she got a thing for you of all people. She knew you for years, having grown up together after leaving the man that took care of them before he died of black lung. Your family had helped the Covey get to their feet again for the short amount of time your parents were alive. The rampant deaths from black lung affected your family and later passed. Out of thankfulness, Lucy Gray offered you join the Covey and help them with shows. Thankfully, you accept.

Her romantic feelings weren’t immediate, but her affection grew overtime. It didn’t happen while Billy Taupe was dating her, but she couldn’t deny a place in her heart was saved for you.

After Lucy Gray found Billy Taupe was cheating on her with Mayfair, she didn’t try putting that on your hands since

Lucy Gray sang love ballads hidden behind platonic love, singing about the beauty of your eyes and how she would get lost in them, and your kindness and how you were bound for the good. If she can’t tell if you love her like she does, she’ll say they’re platonic and are just grateful for your care.

After being sent to the Capital for the Hunger Games, she had grown fond of Coriolanus, her mentor. Of course, Lucy Gray would talk about her life back home, it being suggested after she said Wovey reminded her of Maude Ivory. She would go on long streams of compliments and say you were born with beauty she could never describe but try her best anyway.

It enchanted Coriolanus too.

Lucy Gray’s time spent in the Capital and in the arena wasn’t fun for obvious reasons, her time spent mainly worrying about her life being on the line, how the Covey was holding up in District 12 and how you were helping them. She hoped the shows were still doing well without her there.

Once she got back to 12, Lucy Gray had almost run home if it wasn’t from exhaustion and stress. If her time back home wasn’t spent getting food to eat, bathing, and sleeping, maybe she would have confessed to you.

Life had gone back to normal only a couple weeks later, the Games not being prominent in Lucy Gray and the Covey’s life after. Though it was only mentioned before shows to remind the audience she was a victor.

You had gone back to your job assisting the Covey in getting the cash donations from the audience and getting their things to and from the house. The days went by normally.

But who would have thought Coriolanus would follow Lucy Gray back.

The summer heat had gotten as bad as the year before, humid with the smell of sweat and coal from the coal miners, their uniforms still smelling of the two. Lucy Gray had gotten the idea to spend Sunday at the lake house, needing to get away from her problems and stress after the Games. Coriolanus had been allowed to go along since peacekeeper work and had gotten tiring and he was offered to relax too.

Like it was stated before, Lucy Gray wasn’t naturally sadistic or vengeful, she wouldn’t commit violence unless she was in a situation where the other person swung first, or she truly needed to. It wasn’t like her jealousy was prominent before Coriolanus became more obvious with his feelings.

While at the lake, Coriolanus would try sweet talking to you. Though you would make jokes about how his accent and slang was odd, he’d continue trying his best to get you to realize how he really felt.

Lucy Gray would watch and listen with disdain for his sweet talk. She couldn’t deny that you were gorgeous and a sweetheart, but she couldn’t stop herself from becoming jealous.

The day passed slowly for Lucy Gray, watching as you laughed with Coriolanus, his smile a little too wide for her liking. She would occasionally break into the conversation to try and bring the attention back to her. Part of her wanted to try sweet talking with you but didn’t think it would work. If you liked her, it would be obvious right now. She did care for Coriolanus for the fact he took care of her in the Capital but trying to get with you? Ew!

The lake water shimmered under the moonlight, the firelight covered the grass around the Covey and Coriolanus. They sat with each other and sang happily, making campfire foods from their bags. On the other hand, You and Lucy Gray were inside the lake house, fixing the wet swimsuits. She had gone silent from annoyance, which you noticed throughout the day.

Lucy Gray had spent her time by the fire not wanting to sing for her guest or trying to partake in the sing-alongs either. Simply eating her food quietly, making remarks when she was expected to. The day eventually needed to end, leaving the campfire put out with a bucket of lake water while the Covey and Coriolanus had gone inside.

You watched as Lucy Gray tried going inside too, quietly making her way to the door to go to bed.

“Lucy Gray,” you mutter and grab her arm, stopping her gently from leaving you outside alone. She looked back at you blankly, almost solemnly, causing you to tilt your head. “You’ve been a little quiet.”

Lucy Gray hesitantly nodded and pulled her hand away. “Just don’t have anything to say,” she remarked and looked down at the ground.

“Bit surprising,” you smile at her but it quickly fell when you realized she pulled away. “What's wrong, Lucy Gray?”

Lucy Gray paused for a moment, looking at you as though you were a puzzle she was trying to solve. She spoke again.

“Do you like… Coriolanus?” She asked, looking at you with a saddened expression. Your eyes widened at the idea whatever you felt for Coriolanus, of all people, would be a possible lover. “I understand if you do.”

“What?” You mumble and narrow your eyes. Lucy Gray looked away from you, not wanting to get too teary eyed when she spoke.

“I… I want you to reconsider. Please,” Lucy Gray said, stammering slightly. “I know I’m your friend but I’ve been in love with you for a long while. And if you truly love Coriolanus, I can understand but know there will always be a place in my heart for you.”

It was only seconds after Lucy Gray had spoken that your hands held the soft flesh of Lucy Gray’s face, keeping her close as her lips pressed against yours. She almost instinctively pulled away before realizing who was kissing her. You!

She had only dreamed of how soft your lips were when you got her attention, each time you smiled and spoke she wished she could touch your lips. She was now and couldn’t believe it was real life. Her hands had gone to your clothes, holding on tightly as she kept her eyes closed almost as tightly as your grasp.

You didn’t pull away for what felt like hours, keeping her to your body out of -what could only be described as- desperation. Your and Lucy Gray’s breathing had grown quick with what she thought was proven adoration. It didn’t matter if you both stopped in a couple seconds and went inside, she would just hope you would give her more kisses later in time. But you didn’t pull away now and whatever you had planned for the night with her didn’t matter, as long as you held her in your arms.

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Thank you for the support!!! Highkey sucks, I rushed to get this done.

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the1975attheirverybest · 1 year

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Can I ask for a blurb when reader and Matty haven't had sex in a while because they have been busy and she has been stressed. Maybe he has tried to initiate it a couple of times but as soon as he gets that she's not into he dropped of course. So she realise it has been a while and she apologises and feels guilty but he's super nice about it.

Sorry once again trying to heal my trauma through fiction. 😅

Hope your having a nice day💕

Of course, babes! Sorry about the delay. Looks like my writing is going through another shitty phase. I hope this helps in some small way. Remember that if anyone treats you with anything less than complete respect, then they don’t deserve you or your trust. Love you. 🥰

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Monday.

It was already a busy week for both of them. Matty had spent most of the weekend in the studio, alone, with George, working out the production on a song they’d written and revised a thousand times. He’d come home really late Sunday night and found her asleep already, sliding into bed next to her as quietly as possible and going to sleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. So, when she woke up this morning, well before his alarm went off, she decided not to wake him, simply giving him a quick kiss on the forehead and dashing out the door to get an early start to the work week.

She waited around for him that night. Or tried to, at least. She’d cooked them a quick dinner, and set out a plate for him, but he never came. When she texted him, he replied, 39 minutes later, sorry, babe. Another late night. Enjoy dinner though. See you at home?

She wanted to see him. She missed him. So, she tried to stay up late, watching tv , snuggled up on the couch and counting down the minutes until she could hear his car pull into the driveway. But, she’d had a long day herself. Work had gotten wiped her out. Making dinner and taking a quick shower was just about all she was capable of after that. So, she ended up falling asleep right there on that couch. Well before Matty got home.

She had a vague memory of Matty carrying her up the stairs and into their bedroom, tucking her in, and giving her a kiss that tasted like toothpaste and smelled like cigarettes. So, he must have been getting ready for bed too, but she doesn’t recall seeing him change out of his clothes, or get into bed. She was out like a light.

Tuesday.

“Morning, sleeping beauty.” Matty grinned down at her as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

“H-how long have you been standing there…watching me sleep?”

Matty laughed and shook his head. “Please, I’m not that creepy. I was just setting down your breakfast on the night stand. Did I wake you?”

She propped up her pillow and sat up, looking to her side, where Matty had, indeed, left a cup of coffee and a pastry. “Oh, thank you, baby. When did you-“

“Woke up early to grab them. Wanted to spend some time with you before we both went off to work. Feel like we’ve hardly seen each other since….Friday?”

She nodded, taking a sip of her drink, and letting the comforting taste of her coffee order wake her up gently. “You’re an angel, you know that?” She reached out her hands, pulling Matty back into bed to kiss him.

“Don’t think angels would do what I wanna do to you right now…” he mumbled against her lips as she kissed him.

“Oh, babe, not that I wouldn’t love to, but- I have to get ready for work soon, and- I just, I don’t think it’d be fun to rush through it-“

“Oh, of course. Yeah.” She felt his hold on her loosen immediately as he pulled away.

“Sorry! Please don’t be mad! It’s not that I don’t want to- it’s just that work has been crazy, I’ve actually been going into the office early to catch up on stuff and I don’t think the mood-“

“Hey,” he cupped her face with a gentle touch. “Listen to me, it’s okay! You don’t have to explain yourself. Alright? I understand.” He smiled at her reassuringly as she studied his face for any signs of secret resentment.

“A-are you sure?”

“Course I am, babe. Just take your breakfast with you. You can pass on this body” he pointed jokingly to his torso, “Won’t have you skipping meals for work, though…”

“You’re the best.” She gave him a quick peck before springing out of bed and into the bathroom.

Wednesday.

“Matty? Honey? You home?” She called out from the entryway, frowning at the noise in the kitchen, as she hung up her keys and kicked off her shoes. She hadn’t expected him to be home before her tonight. So, she was a bit thrown off.

“Hello, my love!” He chirped, a carefree smile on his tired, sleep-deprived face. He gave her a greeting kiss. “How was you’re day?”

She let him help her take off her coat as she gave him the highlights, “what’re you doing home so early?”

“Finally finished that song that’s been bothering us for weeks. Thought I’d call it an early night and come make us dinner.”

“Oh, yeah? That’s great news!”

“You wanna hear it? I’ve got it on my phone, actually!”

She loved being his private audience. He always played her incomplete songs and ideas for melodies whenever he had them and he respected her opinion immensely. She was always humbled and flattered by the way his eyes would watch her carefully to gauge her reaction to any new music and she loved that he actively sought out her input and took her feedback seriously.

Much of their dinner conversation was, naturally, devoted to that song and what he might do with it. They discussed their favorite parts of it, Matty told her about how he came to write it, what George had done with it, and why it took so long to “get just right.” The conversation carried on, and strayed in several different directions as they cleaned up the kitchen and settled into the living room, with her in his lap, flipping through several streaming services for something to watch before bed.

“Or, we could just-“ Matty dipped his head down to kiss her, his hands traveling to her waist. She’d missed him. His touch. His scent. The feeling of his soft lips on hers. She really wanted this. She did. But, she didn’t want it to go any further. And, it was clear by how eagerly Matty had re-positioned himself on the couch to be on top of her, that he did want to go further.

She closed her eyes, trying to breathe deeply, but the anxious feeling in the pit of her stomach wouldn’t let her. It’s fine. This is fine. She loved Matty. And sex was fun. And they hadn’t done it in a while. So, this’d probably be good. She’s not entirely into it now, but should get herself there. Eventually. If she kept going, right? All couples compromise at some point. So, what if she wasn’t feeling it. Worst case scenario, she’d just wait for him to finish. It’ll be fine.

“Everythin’ alright, darlin’?” Matty’s voice interrupted the small whispers inside her own mind.

“Sorry, what’d you say?”

Matty gradually withdrew, sitting up straight and getting off of her to give her some space. “I was just asking if you’re okay. What’s the matter, love?”

“Oh! Nothing’s the matter. I’m fine. Why?”

“Well….you seem…distracted. Pretty sure I felt you tense up a bit. Just makin’ sure you’re okay….”

She hadn’t realized that she’d clutched onto the couch reflexively when Matty’s arms began to run over her body. He was right. She was feeling stiff.

“I- umm, yeah, I’m fine. I just- well-“ the small flutter of anxiety that that had been moving through her now settled into real panic. She had no idea what to say that wouldn’t hurt his feelings.

“Hey, what’s wrong, baby? Did I- god, have I hurt you?” Matty looked at her, concern in his eyes, he was absolutely clueless.

“No, no! Not at all- it’s not - you’ve done nothing! I promise. It’s not you-“

“Well, what is it then? You can tell me…did you- do you not want this right now?”

Her throat ran dry at his words, she felt tongue tied. Too overwhelmed to speak. Matty watched her, expecting a response. Eventually, she shook her head.

“Oh, I see. That’s okay! Why didn’t you say anything?”

They way she looked up at him with surprised and confusion utterly baffled him. Like it hadn’t even occurred to her that it was an option to simply let him know.

“Well, you know, we…umm- haven’t slept together in a while, and…yesterday, I did. When you tried, I said no, cuz I had to go to work, and stuff…so, I just figured-“

“You figured what? You’d let me have it even if you’re not into it?” Matty smiled in disbelief, shaking his head.

“Sounds silly when you put it like that.” She looked down at her feet, feeling dejected and foolish.

Matty jumped from his side of the couch over to her, pulling her into a hug, immediately. “Listen to me, and listen carefully, you are NOT obligated to give me sex. Like ever. I don’t care how long it’s been, I don’t care how many times you’ve had to say now, I don’t care if we’re right in the middle of things, and I’m standing there, lookin at you with my fuckin dick out. If, at any point, you suddenly decide, you’re not feeling it, you just say the word and we’ll stop.”

She shook her head, “but that sounds so selfish!”

“Not as selfish as me ignoring all your cues. Letting you put yourself through something so personal when you’re not enjoying it just so I can cum for the night. Does that seem fair to you? Would that be right?”

Something about the way he’d described it matter-of-factly made the decision seem like a no-brainer. But, in the moment, it didn’t feel that way at all. “Nope.”

“I never want to take advantage of you. I never want to taint our relationship. You don’t owe me anything. Just because you’ve agreed to be in this relationship with me, it doesn’t give me the right to just expect sex from you. Any time it happens between us, we both have to be into it. Meaning, every. Single. Time. We have to make it an active choice. Yeah? Besides, it’s not nearly as sexy or enjoyable for me, if you’re not into it! Do you see what I mean?”

“…yeah, I do. Thank-“

“Fuck no. Not havin’ you thank me for being, like, a normal human being. That’s the bare fuckin minimum. If anyone’s ever made you feel like that’s something you have to be grateful for, then they’re the twat, not you. And if I haven’t made that clear enough until today, then that’s a failure on my part. I’m going to fix it. Starting….well, now! May I kiss you?”

“Yes, Matty. You may.”

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3-aem · 2 months

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Hi Three,

I send Sunday Love Letters, it’s a Pisces lovergirl thing. And I can I say, you are probably my biggest Tumblr crush? Your art is fucking insane. Poetic, really. In the way I hope my words are.

If you had a gallery, I’d be one of those insane patrons thats always there with Cabernet in hand spending ridiculous amounts of money on sizes I cannot lift or hang by myself.

besos 💕

this is the most beautiful message i have ever received???? opening this in my inbox was like getting flurry rushed by the 💕 emoji. im almost like is this message actually meant for me? 😭😭

thank you! I hope u had a day as sweet as u are 💕

#ask

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almostfoxglove · 24 days

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Hi love! Hope you’re well and Happy Sunday 💕 my apologies if you’ve answered this before - how do you feel about people writing your moodboard AUs? If you’re okay with it - do you have any preferences regarding use of the moodboard? Crediting?

Thank you so much for sharing your moodboards - they’re all so beautiful and your creativity in the tags always makes me feel some kind of way 🥰🥰

emily!!! hi angel - I'm doing well, thank you - I hope your sunday is treating you well too! I feel WONDERFUL about people writing anything inspired by the moodboard aus, please please please feel free use any of them, I would be SO over the moon :,)

it's also totally cool to use the moodboard(s) in your actual post if you want to - I'd appreciate a tag for credit of the moodboard-making but also please tag me just because I would LOVE to read whatever you write, omg <3

thank you for checking, this was so thoughtful <3 I am so glad you're enjoying the boards :,) if you do end up writing anything based off one, I cannot wait to read!!

#asks #freya speaks #mine: ppcuaus #604to647 #<3

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gayhoediaz · 1 year

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seven sentence sunday

tagged by @messyhairdiaz and @like-the-rest-of-la mwah 💕

i couldn't choose what to post, so here are two different sneak peeks from the cheating fic 💕

Eddie is filled with the same anger and turmoil as Buck is; it’s why they work so well together - for as different as they are, they’re also extraordinarily similar.

This goes against everything they thought they were - everything they thought the other person was. It’s turning them into everything they have never been. Everything they thought they would never become. They’re betraying every single person in their lives, including themselves, and each other. It goes against every single thing they stand for. It’s terrible, and awful, and it’s going to ruin everything - most of all the beautiful, exceptional, once-in-a-lifetime friendship they have spent so long building.

Maybe that’s why they’re angry. Maybe that’s why Buck’s angry. Because he’s already in mourning; already saying goodbye. This is going to ruin everything. All of it. They’re soaking their friendship in gasoline and lighting a match - and so many other relationships will go with it (likely even platonic ones, because these things always come to light sooner or later, and he doesn’t know how any of their friends could ever possibly look at them the same way again) but right now, all Buck feels is the intense yearning for the heat of the fire. He needs it. They need it.

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Buck doesn’t know if it’s the pressure of their hands on his dick, or the way in which Eddie’s mouth immediately falls open, greedily accepting Buck’s tongue, humming around it - as if he’s momentarily forgotten their unspoken rule of ‘This is hate sex. We hate each other right now. We have to. It needs to be rough, and violent, and angry. The alternative is for us to allow it to grow into what it actually is, and we can’t. Not now.’ but the next moment, he finds himself tugging Eddie’s hair even harder, craning his neck backwards as he steals the next biting kiss, the taste of blood once again present with no way to tell whose it is. A weak voice in Buck’s head hopes that it’s his own. He’s tasted enough of Eddie’s blood. But that train of thought is dangerous - so as soon as it enters his mind, he forces it back out, channeling each and every single drop of anger into the next kiss, the bridge of his nose aching with the force of it. More teeth. More tongue. More pressure. Deeper. More blood.

I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you. Hate me back. Just this one time.

tagging @wh0re-behavi0r @sibylsleaves @useramor @gentoodiaz @roy-kents @eddiediazes @rewritetheending @spaceprincessem @queertartt you're all changing your urls rn i'm trying so hard not to lose my mind.

#writing tag #wip games #cheating!buddie fic

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guppygiggles · 5 months

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((Oh shoot I was mid-ask and pushed the wrong thing and I’m not sure it sent so starting over 😅))

Anywho hello hi there I really hope you don’t mind the like spamming (and interactions in general from nsfw blogs); I just really couldn’t help myself bc I’m resonating so much with your content and tags and you seem like a genuinely lovely human with absolutely adorable artwork so I wanted to show you some appreciation 🥺💗 It immediately comes across how much you love and care for your OCs via the lore you’ve created and the utmost tender way you talk about them and the way they interact with each other ?? 😭 it’s impossible not to fall in love with them too. I also hope you’ve heard copious amount of feedback about how brilliant your writing is - so detailed, so warm, so intimate…it’s extremely flustering and endlessly endearing and I’m so grateful you share your gift with all of us on here! In particular, I’m positively fascinated with Avery’s backstory and anatomy and am loving discovering the depth of the layers of thought that you put into composing him. Excited to learn more 🥰

((((I’m also approaching my third decade of life next year and it’s always nice seeing rep for folks my age in the community who are still enjoying and exploring their relationship with this “kink”(using this term lightly bc I know everyone may not consider themselves to fall under that umbrella). I too met my partner on here, and it’s beautiful to hear that things can work out in the long run so thank you for that tidbit of reassurance 💗 sending wishes of happiness for you both!!))))

Sorry again for this long winded ramble I was just inspired and wanted to send the warm vibes I received while perusing your awesome blog back your way!!! Hope you have a lovely day 💕

-🐰

Anon... my god! 😭💙 /very positive

Crying into my tea on a Sunday morning... god, I am so touched by this, I'm just falling apart...

Let me respond to this sequentially, so I don't just get flooded with emotion (and if you've been watching how I post, you already know this is going to be long as fuck... Sorry! 🥲)

1. I am absolutely okay with NSFW blogs interacting with me, and spam interactions don't bother me at all! The only interactions I don't want are from minors and dickheads, haha. No worries on this, peach.

2. Fewer people interact with my fic than with my art, but when I tell you I treasure every single thing people say about my fic... god, there's just nothing like it. My fic is so, so close to my heart. I've been a writer much longer than I've been an artist, so I feel like I can really express myself through writing in a way I can't with art... I'm trying, but I'm not quite there yet! God, thank you so much for your kind words... I am so grateful that the warmth and love I feel when I'm writing is felt by others, too. I really try to capture the very essence of how these characters and their emotions feel in my mind and heart.

And you like the lore, too? 🥺 My long-winded rambling? My wordy expositions? God, my heart! 😭💙

3. I am so happy to know you met your partner in this community, too! I am really wishing the best for you, and yes, it absolutely can work out! My spouse and I are very different from each other, but we are still best friends after six years, and I don't see that changing any time soon.

4. I feel like this community tends to be younger, especially here on Tumblr, so it's kind of refreshing to hear from someone in the same phase of life as me. If there's anything I didn't expect, it's that I would still be exploring my feelings about tickling (and, well, intimacy as a whole) well into adulthood. It's funny how things come back around, though... I was making tickling doodles in my diary when I was just a kid, but I stopped (and, stopped drawing altogether, really) after high school. Had to work through a ton of shame, religious trauma, and just a metric fuckton of other shit, all to come right back around to doing tickling doodles again, haha! I was delighted to find that, at 30 (and with a whole lot of new experiences and context), it still makes me just as giddy now as it did then.

All of this is to say... There may be common threads throughout one's life, but we aren't really set in stone the way people think. You can absolutely discover, and rediscover, yourself and what brings you joy over and over again as you grow and have new experiences. If I can give any advice on this, it's this: Don't close yourself off. You only have this one life, so use it to experience all you can. Even if you're shy, like me... do your best to lend a kind word, an ear, or a hand as often as possible. You never know who, or what, is gonna set your soul on fire.

Anon, thank you so much for this ask... And if you ever want to chat, I'd be more than delighted. 💙

#just the sweetest fucking ask #favs #my heart #ask #🐰

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trulybetty · 11 months

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Sunday Week in Review XII

Happy Sunday on a Tuesday!

(let's pretend it still is and I didn't fall asleep on the sofa last night and get sent to bed by Mr. Truly when I insisted I wasn't sleeping).

I apologize that this is a compact version - but I really wanted to make sure what I read last week gets the attention it very much deserves 💕

So, on with the show...

T R U L Y U P D A T E S . . .

oct' x 22 - pile of leaves (frankie x gn!reader)

oct' x 23 - harvest (gold rush!joel x charlotte)

oct' x 24 - fog (tim rockford x f!reader)

oct' x 25 - jack-o-lanterns (marcus pike x reader)

oct' x 26 -campfire (frankie x reader)

oct' x 27 - witches (sequins!joel x f!reader)

oct' x 28 -samhain(tim rockford x gn!reader)

W H A T I R E A D . . .

Wash Day (Marcus) by @secretelephanttattoo I re-read this one again because this is one of the most adorable pieces of Marcus Pike fluff - this whole fic just sucks you in and is just a comforting cloud 💕

Goodwill Hunting (Dieter) by @secretelephanttattoo This is just So Dieter branded through and through! Chaotic, fun and hilariously Dieter, just as our favourite trash panda should be.

in fiction (Dieter) by @sin-djarin Becca's follow-up to Joel's Coming Home is this beautiful piece on Dieter coming to bed and it's gorgeous. I'm here for anyone who can paint our favourite trash panda in a soft light.

A Gift of Light and Joy (Javi G.) by @prolix-yuy This hit right in the feels. It was the right balance between exploring the complexities of existing in a plus-size body, and being in a relationship with someone who doesn't see that, but not for lack of care. It hit home with a lot of my own experiences and was a truly comforting read. Honestly, I'm selling this short - please do read, you won't be disappointed!

Good Morning Agent York (Dave) by @morallyinept I'm in awe of Jett's Giflet series, 500 words or less and written based off of a gif. They've all been fantastic and this is another great addition. I'm tentatively dipping my toe into all things York and this was a soft landing. Jett does a fantastic job of weaving the interaction of the reader with Dave that is neatly left for your own interpretation of what comes next - but may have you itching to know a bit more.

Working Title (Dieter) by @rhoorl I'm very much enjoying the slow burn between Belle and Dieter and who can't enjoy it when it's set in the beautiful landscape of Hawaii? Chapter 15 does not disappoint and I love a cheeky cameo of any kind 😉

Dress Me Up & Call Me Pretty (Dieter) by @morallyinept This was both a character study and a delicious romp with Dieter. I really do appreciate a good fanfic of Dieter that explores the vulnerable side of him while leaning into the chaos that is him. I very much recommend this one.

Bubble (Joel) by @secretelephanttattoo This was beautiful! There's so much intimacy woven into the story without being explicit and gives you an understanding of these two with barely a word spoken between them. El does such a fantastic job here with building a little window into this relationship.

Hinterland (Frankie) by @legendary-pink-dot 600 words. 600 words and it's just amazing what Dot does here in crafting an intimate story between our reader and Frankie. So atmospheric, so dreamy, so hot and very much all Frankie.

Hope everyone had a fantastic Halloween if you celebrate or if not, a terrific Tuesday!

Here's to the rest of the week!

#betty's sunday in review #sunday week in review

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elvensorceress · 2 years

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Seven ??? Sentence Sunday

Tagged by 💕 @monsterrae1 @rogerzsteven @spotsandsocks @dickley-buddie

Tagging @messyhairdiaz @gaydisasterdiaz @megslovesbooks @masterminddiaz @ajunerose @eddiediazisascorpio @paxdracona @homerforsure @ashavahishta @jacksadventuresinwriting @hetrez @dearestdiaz 💕

more Eddie vs Feelings today? ( @alyxmastershipper @imeasyeitherway 💕) just a silly little thing lol

His mom still asks him from time to time if he’s seeing someone and tries not to look disappointed when Eddie answers, no. His sisters definitely pester him occasionally. But they’re his sisters. He’d be shocked if they didn’t tease him when they had the chance to. He only remembers Abuela and Pepa asking a few times if he had broken up with Ana yet, not about anything else. His dad never brings this kind of thing up though.

Is this his dad’s way of bringing it up? Because Eddie would really rather not talk about his love life or anything related. He’s not going to have another relationship like that.

He has a good life. He loves his job, he has the most amazing group of friends and family, he has a better relationship with his parents now than he’s ever had, and he has a kind, hilarious, brilliant son who is growing into the best young man.

So, that’s what he tells his dad. “I turned out fine. I’m happy.”

“Good.” His dad smiles warmly. “It’s wonderful seeing you so happy. And obviously in love. We always hoped you would find a man who would bring you happiness like this. I can’t tell you how many nights your mother prayed for you to finally allow yourself to fall in love. The kind of love we know you always wanted.”

“I—” Eddie starts but has nowhere to go. Or he has everywhere to go? His mother prayed for him to fall in love? His father thinks he’s in love? With a man? They think he’s always wanted to be? “I’m… in love? You think— why? Why would you think that’s the reason I’m happy?”

“Eddie,” his dad chuckles and shakes his head. “You don’t need to hide it. You talk about this man all the time. Christopher talks about him all the time. I know your — sorry, I don’t know what you call him — boyfriend? Domestic partner? I know he took care of you when you had a rough time early this year. You said he’s always been there for you. And you have this look anytime you mention him. Your mother says I used to look at her the same way, with nothing but hearts and stars in my eyes. Where you’re young and it’s new and you’re head over heels for each other and can’t think or talk about hardly anything else.”

Someone Eddie talks about all the time. His partner who takes care of him. Who is also loved by Chris.

His dad gives him an affectionate if not exasperated look when Eddie says nothing. “We’re very happy you finally found someone. Even my mother tells me how infatuated the two of you are and how devoted a parent he is to Christopher. I hope, someday soon, you might introduce us officially. To this man who is so important to you.”

There are a lot of words and even more thoughts, but Eddie opens his mouth to say, you’ve already met.

When we drove out to Texas on special assignment and stopped by for dinner on the way back. And Buck was completely charming and insisted on helping Eddie’s mom in the kitchen. He praised her cooking and generosity so much that she cupped his face and called him a kind son with a beautiful heart, and no one else knew, but Eddie knew that Buck very nearly dissolved into tears when she hugged him goodbye. But he also chatted all throughout dinner with Eddie’s dad like they were old friends who try to one up the other’s baseball trivia knowledge while laughing and drinking the whole night away.

But Buck is like that. He’s friendly and enthusiastic and sweet. He loves people. He loves getting to know everyone he meets. He loves caring about what they care about. He’s never had a real family. And somehow, without saying a word, every single one of Eddie’s family members have known this and made it their mission to take Buck in and include him.

It’s not even a question. It’s not a shock. It makes complete sense. He does talk about Buck a lot. Buck is a huge part of Eddie and Christopher’s lives. He’s special. Of course he’s important. It’s easy to see why someone might think they’re more than what they are.

Because Buck is… he’s everything. The same way Chris is everything to him. The same way Eddie’s family is everything to him. And Eddie’s instinct is to correct the idea that his parents haven’t met Buck. Instead of refuting the idea that he’s… That Buck is…

That Eddie is in love with Buck.

And now all he can think is, what if it’s not wrong?

#buddie #jenwyn fic #seven sentence sunday #we'll pretend this is seven sentences #math is hard #fic: eddie vs the feelings

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