#Heidi 💕

[lovesbiggerthanpride]

Mel!!! I was on my walk this evening and this song came on

https://open.spotify.com/track/2UDARQiksl207HcSduDpov?si=z_MAuEjwSv68GmCRXyDYAg

And all I could think about was Pre Outbreak/No Outbreak!Joel Miller. Summer time with this handsome man all to yourself.

Heidi!

😭🥰

This is absolutely perfect. Swooning and will be daydreaming about this all week. Please allow me to yearn in peace!

[lovesbiggerthanpride]

I loved this! Sweet Dave is perfect. This sounds like the best New Year’s present. Thank you for sharing with us, Heidi!

had me fooled | dave york

-> pairing: dave york x f!reader

-> word count: 1405

-> content warnings: 18+ blog; mentions of alcohol, reader is mentioned wearing heels and a dress, mainly fluff, Dave and Carol are divorced, established relationship, soft Dave, if Dave is a murdering man— we know nothing about it, zero descriptive information about reader, please let me know if I forgot anything

-> notes: this was written on minimal sleep and like 3 hours, so I apologize for how rushed and lacking in all areas it might be. I just wanted to get it done before the new year so it wasn’t glaring at me from my wip pile. It’s not beta’d in the slightest, so all mistakes are my own.

-> holi-dave masterlist / wm masterlist

“I’ll see you at the office on Tuesday. Get home safe!” You yell with a wave to your colleague turned friend from the front door as she settles into her awaiting Uber. The last of the party goers to make their way home. 

The house is calm now. No longer filled with echoes of laughter and cheers that had permeated the walls throughout the night. Close friends, old and new, once scattered in every corner of your home. Now emptied cups littered on surface tops and trails of confetti shimmer across the floor in their wake. 

You relax into the silence as soon as the door clicks closed. The endless duties of a party hostess slowly shift into party cleaning duties, even at this early hour. 

The cold floor almost stings as you ease your bare foot onto the wooden planks, soothing the ache that’s built up through the evening. You toss your metallic heels you had purchased for the occasion onto the bottom step of the stairs as you make your way into the kitchen. 

You're grateful for the few friends who hung back, helping you gather up used paper plates and other food covered items into several trash bags. Deciding the rest of the mess was a future you problem. 

A small whimper catches your attention as you grab the last few empty celebratory bottles of champagne and place them next to the sink. 

You're met with the sweetest face and a look of annoyance, having to deal with a house full of people instead of a quiet evening of cuddles and ear scratches. 

“Don’t give me that look. Your Dad gives me the same one when he’s grumpy and tired too.” Bending down to give Delilah, the French bulldog who’s pouting at you from the comfort of her plush doggie bed, a few pets as she begs for you to hurry up so she can make her way upstairs to sleep. 

“Which look?” A groan floats from the couch in the living room, causing you to snicker at the defensive tone. 

Giving Delilah a scratch to the chin, a silent promise of bed soon, you make your way to the living room. 

“The cute look you’re wearing right now. Half asleep and grumpy that you’ve been having to entertain people for the past few hours.” You plop down on the opposite end of the couch where Dave is sprawled out. Pulling his feet onto the couch, your hands working to undo the laces of his shoes, dropping the shiny leather dress shoes over the arm of the couch— another future you problem. 

Your thumbs slowly dig into the soles of his sock covered feet that are resting on your sequin covered lap. You watch his eyes flutter closed, his brows pinched in welcomed pleasure as you knead out the stress of the New Year’s party you had convinced him to throw. 

“I’m afraid this is how I always look, Sweetheart.” Dave manages to grumble out, looking at you from where his head rests against a decorative pillow. He slowly removes his feet from your grasp, his arms open, beckoning you to join him. 

“It’s still cute.” Accepting his invitation, you crawl over him, nestling between his body and the back of the couch. “You had fun though, right? Everyone seemed to enjoy themselves.” 

“I did.” His fingers lift your chin, his lips finding yours in a soft kiss. “Even if I had to pretend like I enjoyed talking to half of them.”

“Had me fooled.” You playfully smirk at him. “Looked like you were really enjoying yourself most of the night.” 

“That’s because I had you by my side most of the night.” 

Dave’s hands had hardly left you the entire evening. Placed against the small of your back as you exchanged memories from the past year with your college friend who was into visiting for the holidays. Lightly brushing the length of your arm as he listened to a neighbor bore on about his new lawn mower that Dave had zero interest in hearing about. Your face in his hands, as the ball dropped on the tv screen, his eyes on you and only you— 5, 4, 3, 2, 1- HAPPY NEW YEAR! —That first kiss of the new year was shared as streamers and confetti exploded into the air. 

“Good point.” Your fingers begin to toy with the buttons on his shirt, as your mind reliving the entire evening, your head resting on his shoulder, his arms holding you close to him. “How are the girls?” 

“Asleep. They didn’t make it like they thought they would. Carol said they both passed out by 9.” You both laugh. Molly and Alice had both begged Carol and Dave to allow them to stay up until midnight, convincing them both they could make it the entire night. 

“There’s always next year.” A yawn escapes mid sentence, the evening and effects of the several glasses of champagne you indulged in finally catching up to you. “Let's go to bed, Dave.”

You start to push yourself up off of him, but you're stopped by his strong hand wrapping around your wrist. 

“Hang on a sec— there’s something I want to ask you. I’ve been meaning to ask you all evening actually.” There's a shyness in his eyes, one that you don’t see often with the confidence he possesses. 

You settle back into the couch, your legs tucked underneath you, your head falling back into the back cushion. Dave takes your hand in his, his breathing becoming a little erratic as he searches for the right thing to say. The silence between you drags on far longer than he means for. The soft snores courtesy of a sleeping pooch in the background are the only thing filling the room. 

“Yes!” Giving him an enthusiastic smile. 

“Yes? I didn’t even say anything.” His head lifts from the pillow, giving you a confused look. 

“My answer is yes!” A laugh bubbles up from your chest, you love catching him off guard like this. 

“To what? You don’t even know what I was going to say.” He sits up fully, face level with yours. Wondering if you truly know what he had intended to ask you. 

“You might be a man of the government, Babe. But you’re still easy to read. And I’m going to assume that the bulge you’ve been sporting in your pants all night, isn’t due to the effects of the dress I’m wearing. So, my answer is yes— I will marry you, Dave.” Your hand caressing the side of his face, his expression softening at your gaze. 

It was the same when he’d asked you to move into his home after only 6 months of dating. The girls were away with Carol for the weekend, the two of you enjoying a quiet summer dinner on the back patio. His quieter than usual demeanor wasn’t the first give away. He’d offered up space in the closet for you, a few drawers in the bathroom. He kept your favorite coffee in stock for when you stayed over, always brewed and waiting in a mug for you each morning. So when he said he had a surprise for you, all signs pointed to the obvious. Presenting you with a newly cut shiny key to his home, you promptly added it to your keychain after you both talked over how excited the girls would be once you were officially moved in. 

He reaches into his pants pocket, revealing the small velvet box he had tucked away all evening. Waiting for the perfect moment, only to realize a room full of people and all eyes on you isn’t what you would want. So he let the night carry on, watching everyone slowly trickle out the front door, until it was just you and him— alone. Just how you'd want it. 

“Dave, it’s beautiful.” He places the gold shiny ring on your left finger. Holding your hand out, admiring the diamond as it sparkles brilliantly in the dimly lit room. 

“It doesn’t hold a candle to you, Sweetheart.” His lips capture yours in a slow passion filled kiss, his hands pulling you closer, both of you falling back onto the couch.

“Are you going to ask me properly, Dave?” You tease, knowing he’ll be annoyed with himself if he doesn’t.

“Marry me? Make me the happiest man alive and marry my grumpy ass.” 

“Yes!”

[puppyboyplushie]

YAOI DAY WAS ABOU T THE BEST DAY EVER

[miss-conjayniality]

oh man i came back to whole SEEEEAAAA of notifications. this is craaaazzzyyy. but I love it. glad to see my fellow sub!enha enthusiasts coming out of the woodwork

[pablitosgf]

again ?! — op81

pairings ! — oscar piastri x fem!reader

warnings ! — cursing

info ! — in which oscar shocks the internet for the third time...

authors note ! — third and final part of this mini series (?) lmk if y'all wanna see more girl dad oscar 😭🫶🏼

format ! — smau

pt 1 pt 2

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[kisses4tom]

ᡣ𐭩 SEGGSY TIME WITH TOM

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It would happen unexpectedly most of the times

He loves missionary and doggy style

He would look up at you while eating you out 🫢

He could go on for hours and hours (y'all Heidi even said it on the "call her daddy" podcast 😭 kinda traumatized ngl but perioddd)

Neck kisses/hickeys

He would do it anywhere at any time

You would do it pretty frequently too 🤭🫣

Honestly this mf is horny 24/7

After a show, party or event

He goes fast but would slow down whenever you tell him to

His lip ring makes everything more exciting ✨💀

You would switch a lot but he's mostly in control

He loves when you wear the lingerie that he gifts you

He loves your whimpers and moans

He switches from rough to gentle and vice versa

Would grab any possible part of your body

He would usually do it in silence to hear your moans, but he would also put "Leb Die Sekunde" and fuck you to the beat at times after a concert iykwimmm 🤭 (I made myself giggle and twirl my hair with this one 🤭)

Dirty talking is not his favorite thing (he said it himself) but he would praise you at times

He would finger you until you squirt

He loves teasing you

He will lick his lips and piercing before going down✨

Loves when you take the initiative

Would praise you until the very end and loves when you do it too

He would groan and push your head down while you go down on him

Kinky af

He's a back arching, toe curling, bed shaking, sheet grabbing, back breaking boi 😻

Hair pulling while in doggy style

My man would go down even if he has to cross the red sea if you know what I meeeaannn 🥴

Loads of making out and kissing while in the sesh~

He would hold/lean on your waist to keep himself stable (😩)

Yall have definitely been caught by AT LEAST one of the band mates

He would give you the best aftercare after 💕

y'all I got goofy during the end 😭

[fuckyeahelijahwoodfan]

I have no words for this

😇🥲😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Credits to Heidi Gustafson on X

Thanks for this beauty 💕

[waratah-vroom]

head first (dr3)

💕 diving in head first hoping I can love you so recklessly 💕

He never expected to fall for you; his best mate's baby sister. But when your eyes lit up and you laughed at his dumb jokes it made it almost impossibly hard not to grab your face and kiss you senseless.

prologue - january 2018 (21st june) part 1 - march 2018 (22nd june) part 2 - march 2019 (2nd july) part 3 - march 2020 (22nd july) part 4 to epilogue

Series is fully planned (it’s gonna be a long one girlies) but things may change. warnings below the cut

Tropes: brother's best friend, friends to lovers, age gap (7 years), mild slowburnMDNI 18+ Contains suggestive themes and some smut. Brief mentions of the pandemic. Content warnings will be added on future chapters. please note: Reader is Scotty James younger sister but reader is not visually described in writing. Random girls from Pinterest used as the FC (ones that look suspiciously like Heidi Berger for some unknown reason...) Series tag is #head first dr3

[bemineheidivalentine]

happy valentine’s day from these two goobers 💕

also, quick update on ‘be mine, heidi valentine’: starting in april, i’m gonna be posting pages bimonthly! that way, i can balance my life better while also providing you guys with updates all throughout the year (as opposed to dumping them over the course of a single month)

again, thanks to everyone who has followed this silly little comic from day one. you all are awesome and i can’t wait to show more! also damn can you believe that it’s already been a year since i’ve first announced this thing? crazy, i know… anyways PEACE OUT ✌️

[wildemaven]

sweetest heidi!! congrats on 1000 my lovely 🤍

can I request a main dish blind drabble?!

Pedro character: let’s gooooo Javier Peña or Jack Whiskey Daniels! chef’s choice 😉

numbers: 3 and 283

😘😘😘😘

losin’ you | jack ‘whiskey’ daniels

pairing: bull rider!jack daniels x barrel racer f!reader word count: 1287 content warnings: 18+ blog: some angst, reader and jack have history, some forgiveness but he has to work for it, reader has a rebound fling, reader rides a horse but no other physical descriptions, this is an AU, cursing, I think that’s it. notes: Kay! I’m sorry it took so long for me to get to this!!! I hope it was worth the wait 💕 Shoutout to @gnpwdrnwhiskey for a specific line (I won’t give away which one it is)

It’s not a world you think you’ll ever be used to. Roaring crowds and blinding lights accompanied by the adrenaline rush as you race against the clock doing what you love. It goes against the quiet life you dream of having on some land, miles outside of the bustling town and an even longer dirt road entrance to deter solicitors. But it pays the bills enough to get by for now. 

Bouncing from rodeo to rodeo can be lonely, even with all the cheering from fans and their undying support. All in the name of making a living and a name for yourself with the hopes of becoming a champion barrel racer. 

Tonight is a little different. Run after run chasing the fastest time. Arena dirt kicked up straight out the gate. Weaving around the three strategically placed barrels, all sharp turns and calculated verbal cues to carry you past the line. 13.58 seconds was all it took to secure the top place at the end of the event. 

Instead of hiding out in your trailer with one of your two closest friends Bravo and Miller, who both happen to be a 15 hand Chestnut Quarter Horses, you allow yourself to revel in the celebration and enthusiasm fans are showering you with. 

The vibrancy in the air is palpable after leaving Miller to rest up in your trailer. An effervescence pounding in your chest— all your self doubt and fears dissipating into a plume of contentment. 

It’s a feat in itself meandering through rodeo dust and small crowds wanting pictures and messy signatures on your walk to pick up the grand prize shiny buckle and winner’s check, hoping to get on the road before the announcer calls the last event for the night. 

The sight of a cowboy loading your tack and saddles in their proper compartments has you stopping in your tracks. Watching as he moves about with familiarity. Feeding Miller his favorite treats, already loaded and secured in his trailer stall. Bridles and lead ropes hung on their designated hooks. Gooseneck hitched into the bed of your old pickup truck. 

Seemingly taking care of your long list of tasks effortlessly. 

“Congratulations, Sweetheart.” He says as he latches the tack room closed, his hand giving it a good shake before turning to look at you. 

“Jack—“ You’re sure he doesn’t miss the way your face almost lights up at the sight of him. Quickly controlling your expression to something a little more neutral despite wanting nothing more than to run into his arms. 

“The boyfriend ain’t around is he?” His voice tempered as he took a look around, expecting a six foot something man to walk out of the shadows swinging.

“Benny? Why? You wanna compare buckles, see whose is bigger?” You snark at him, tossing your earnings in the front seat of your truck. 

“Don’t wanna step on anyone’s boots if I’m not welcomed, is all.” Such a stark contrast from the man who would go toe to toe with anyone who so much as looked in your direction. 

You roll your eyes as you stalk past him to open the small trailer window to allow Miller to hang his head out. 

“No he ain’t around. Fell for some cute buckle bunny over in Austin. Besides— he wasn’t my boyfriend. Just a fun rebound, ya know since you broke my heart and all.” He can sense the hurt in your voice, looking to where you’re running your hand over Miller’s velvet nose

“Sweetheart, ‘M sorry.“ Jack says meekly looking to where his boot is dragging over the dirt, his tone barely audible with noise coming from the stadium cheering on the roping finals. 

You know he isn’t referring to Benny and the whirlwind of a fling that he was. Seeing other people, serious or not, was part of the agreement. Benny Miller was a good time for a short time, long enough to keep you distracted from the way your heart ached for Jack. 

“It’s fine. Besides, it got a little weird with his last being Miller, too. I was losing track of the amount of times he used the line ‘wanna take Miller out for a ride? And I don't mean your horse!’” 

“That wasn’t what I was referring to Sweetheart and you know it. I was talkin’ about that night. I’m sorry—“ Oh, so this is a real apology. You’re not sure you’ve ever heard him sound so defeated in all the years you’ve known him. 

“Surprised you were able to get that big time ego of yours through the front gate. Now that you’ve got nothin’ holdin’ you back from all those sponsors and big money.” 

You chance a look over to him, propped sheepishly against your trailer, hands tucked in his pockets, too ashamed to look at you directly as you call him out. Not sure how long you want to drag this out and tell him how much you’ve missed him. 

“I came here to see you race. Watch you win big— jus’ like we always wanted.” He turns to meet your gaze. 

“We? I think what we wanted were two very different things, Jack. I wanted to win big doing what I love with the man I love. You wanted— what was it you said that night ‘take a break a break so you could figure things out’ among the other shit that spilled from that stupid mouth of yours.” You throw his words back at him as you stomp the short distance to him, causing him to straighten up in preparation for more of your own words. 

“I thought that’s what I wanted. Guess it took me losin’ you to realize I was wrong. I want you. More than the sponsors. More than the fame. I need you more than all of that shit combined, Baby.” He confesses sincerely. 

The warmth of his touch has your knees nearly buckling when he brushes some dirt with his finger off your cheek. 

“And so you thought you’d waltz your Mr. Professional Bull Ridin’ ass in here? Lookin’ all handsome wearin’ those blue tight jeans and my favorite denim jacket of yours. Hopin’ I would just take you back just like that?” You sound harsher than you intended to. 

“Well, I didn’t even think I would make it this far. I was sure I’d already be staring at your tail lights by now.” He quips, giving you a glimpse at that lopsided smile of his you’ve missed more than you should. 

You study him for a beat. Your eyes flitting across his face, each one of his beautiful features still as heart melting as always. 

Against your better judgment you kiss him. His lips molding perfectly over your own. Like a puzzle you once had and misplaced. Now found and situated where it belongs. 

“It’s gonna take more than an evening of groveling to get you outta the dog house— but it’s a start.” You flick the brim of his black felt hat, turning on your heels in the direction of the passenger side of the truck. 

He’s amused by your candor. The tip of his tongue swipes over his bottom lip, watching the way your hips sway a little more deliberately until you’ve reached the truck door. 

“If I remember correctly, the 8 second ride time only applied to the arena?” Biting at your bottom lip at the remembrance of the way he took care of you in so many ways. 

“Yes, ma’am!” His hat tipping with a slight nod. 

“Well, this truck ain’t gonna drive itself home, Cowboy.” Giving him a wink as you hoist yourself into the cab, watching the dust kick up behind him as he sprints to the driver’s seat. 

[sunny-blossomx]

drew Some more Heidi for y’all!! (Harold’s little sister) She’s just too adorable!!! ☺️💕💕🥺

[lovesbiggerthanpride]

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Thank you for reading!

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Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader

Content warnings: established relationship, flirting, teasing

Inspired by the photo below. Hope you have a great day.

“Baby, can you help me?”

When Javi entered the room, you let out a huff.

Your arms could not quite reach behind you to successfully pull the zipper, currently stuck at a stubborn midway point.

“I can’t get this zipper to cooperate.”

“Ahh, I got you.”

The tender kiss you felt on the side of your neck, was equally calming and stirring. He always did this whenever he stood behind you. Standing dangerously close, as if he wanted to become your dress. You knew it was coming, but still a surprise. Mustache tickling your sensitive flesh while lips soothed the electricity running down your spine.

“On or off?”

Your head turned back immediately, shooting him a warning glare. “Javi! You know damn well.”

His light chuckle reverberated, prompting you to sigh and laugh as well. His fingers slightly tugging at the small contraption, while the other hand squeezed your hip.

You were about to burst; a simple act shouldn’t be so tantalizing, ragged breaths and all.

“You alright there, baby?” Javi’s husky voice interrupted you, knowing he had you in a predicament.

You answered slowly with an unmistakable firmness.

“This is your last warning.”

“Okay, my cariño,” he replied, pulling the zipper to its destination effortlessly, offering a neat, apologetic kiss at the base of your neck. “No more teasing.”

[kylelovskii]

hmmm what if reader gets into a relationship and Kyle is just not having any of it at all so he's still just pulling her into corners of parties and alleyways even when the partner is hanging out with them. risky and mean bastard Kyle best kyle- mean Kyle anon !! 💕💕💕

yes. this is just yes.

i loved this so much i had to get it out asap 😈🙏

idk…this kinda reminded me of superman by eminem 🤔🤔

how could it ever be just us two?

you’d been with eric for about a month. after that night with kyle, he just didn’t let up. he knew kyle wanted you, that’s why he had to win you over first.

your innocent physique and pretty face was all he ever wanted and more, so how couldn’t he chase after you?

eric took you on dates all the time. to parties, out to dinner, out shopping, all of these nice things, but somehow, kyle was almost always there somewhere.

it was another party, everyone from school was there. it was at kyle’s house this time. his parents were gone for some stupid date thing over the weekend, so he decided, what better way to see you then to throw a party?

you stood with eric, clung to his side, his arm draped over your shoulders. he was talking with clyde and kenny, but you weren’t one for parties, so you were pretty quiet unless someone asked you something or sparked up a conversation.

"hey, doll? i’m gonna go get another drink and talk with the guys, okay? why don’t you go find wendy or heidi?" he gave you a smile. he knew you didn’t like to be glued to his side all the time, so he always let you go hang out with your friends, too.

you nodded, letting go of him as he went to the kitchen, kenny and clyde following. you walked away from where you stood, looking around for one of the girls, hoping to at least find both. that was, until you bumped into someone tall.

you slowly looked up, unfortunately, realizing who it was. your eyes scanned over the gold chain, then up to his freckled face, then his black framed sports glasses, then his head of curly red hair. you let out a small whimper, fearing for the worst.

"you should watch where you’re going, doll."

he always called you that, making fun of eric because that’s was his signature nickname for you.

"i’m..uh sorry. i have to go find someone—" you tried to push past him, but he grabbed you by your hair. he always did that too. "ow, kyle, stop!" you tried to protest, gripping his wrist.

"stop it— cmon." he let go of your hair, grabbing your forearm and dragged you to a corner in the back of the house. he caged you, making sure people could see you, but also not be able to tell who you were.

"look at me, honey. hey. look at me," he demanded, trying to reach for your face. once he finally grabbed ahold of you, he leaned down, getting closer to you. "what’re you doing, huh? you should be with me, not the fat ass."

"kyle please— he will see me!" you ignored the question, averting your eyes, searching for eric, heidi, wendy, somebody. "does he make you feel the way i do? does he know what you want?" he kept asking these questions, but you couldn’t answer. well, couldn’t is a stretch. you didn’t want to.

"answer me, bitch. cmon." you looked back at him, his face contorted with anger and lust. you wouldn’t fuck him— no, not tonight. "he’s actually quite nice, kyle. he makes me feel quite good, actually. and quite frankly, he knows what i want, too," you spat at him.

his face changed, anger and lust to anger and disbelief. "oh? an attitude? never seen this before. maybe i need to teach you something about talking to your superiors, huh?"

"wait— nonono—" before you knew it, his hand was shoved up your skirt, moving your panties to the side. he stuck one finger in your hole, then another, moving them at a brutal pace.

he took his other hand and slapped it over your mouth to keep you quiet. whines and whimpers were muffled by his hand. you tried to get him to stop, but talking did nothing.

"cmon, quit denying me. you gotta leave him, baby. none of these guys know what you want or how to pleasure you like this. only i do," he said. you tried to train your eyes on him, but you couldn’t. he was right. he did make you feel good, but a different kind of good.

he said it again, but with a new tone. it sounded pained. "you gotta leave him, baby." then you gushed all over his fingers.

another time, eric took you out with all the guys to the mall. kenny, kyle, stan, and butters.

kyle slipped off to go to the bathroom, and eric told you, "we’re gonna go get lunch for us all, sweetheart. why don’t you go take a bathroom break, too?"

you nodded and turned to go to the girls bathroom, but then kyle grabbed you again, pulling you into the mens bathroom with him and locking the door. he didn’t say anything, just wrapped his arms around you and started kissing you.

you tried to pull away, "kyle— what—what’s the matter with you??" but he didn’t answer, just pulled you back to him, giving you different kind of kiss than any of the times he pulled you away from eric before. this was more passionate and sweet, but still a little aggression.

he finally pulled away to say something, "sorry, wanted to kiss you. is that so bad?" you looked at him like he was stupid. "you’re being weird. what happened to bitch this, cheap whore that?" he laughed. "thought you wanted me to be more nice? don’t worry, there’s plenty bullying to go around, just tryna soften you up a bit."

you tilted your head. "soften me up for what?" you questioned. he smiled. "for leavin’ him, of course. you gotta have a reason to."

and finally, for once, you smiled at him. "okay, kyle. let’s go before he finds us out."

this went on for…half a year. you saying you’ll leave eric, but you didn’t because you loved him. you loved kyle too, but just not enough. how could it ever be just the two of you? he loved you for your body, not you, but eric loved you for everything.

[trulybetty]

sunday in review | I

hello.

I took an unexpected hiatus from this before Christmas - my time, responsibilities and health have shifted in the last couple of months and with several spinning plates, something had to give. But I'm trying it out again - we'll see how it goes, let me know if you have any feedback!

writing habits.

plotted: - Javi P. x reader for Kel’s ‘Taylor Swift Drabble Challenge’ - Dieter x reader for Kate’s ‘Brandi Carlise Drabble Challenge’

worked on (i.e. jumped into and maybe added like three words, it's been a week): - Sequins!Joel x Reader - Tim x Cagney - Salt Water (I’m determined this will see the light of day at some point this year) - Angsty Dieter x Reader - x3 Lucien x Reader (this man has rotted my brain) - Texas Hold ‘Em anthology

on the blog this week.

handwritten asks which I’m slowly working my way through so the perfectionist in me isn’t awoken lol. If you’ve come across it I said I’d keep it up until Sunday, but if you want to drop an ask I’ll answer any extras that come through

march madness | 2024 I knew the full 63 was a lofty goal for me, my time to read fanfiction is now at odds with my time to write and that window has slowly gotten smaller. So I’ve been trying to squeeze in time to read where I can (list to be uploaded later)

what I read.

The One (Dieter) @schnarfer

Let Me Lay Down Beside You (Joel) @jomiddlemarch

Bookworm (Marcus P.) @write-down-your-dreams

easy like Sunday morning (Dieter) @gnpwdrnwhiskey

Delta Landscaping - Chapter 15 (various Pedro characters) @rhoorl

what I watched.

Road House - this movie knew the assignment

Lioness - so many ideas involving Frankie running through my head

9-1-1: Lone Star - watched for Liv Tyler, somehow staying for Rob Lowe, I don't know who I am

what made my dash happy.

There’s another Frankie Cat in the wild!

Heidi’s Joel AU moodboard

Mel’s Javi edit, who’s coming bar hopping?

celebrating.

Lolabee's 1 Year of Fic Celebration: 5th-7th April

fanfic throwback. this is where I go back into my read list and pick one at random to share - because all fic shouldn't be relegated to the archives after they've been shared.

Glass by @idolatrybarbie marcus pike and prompt no. fifteen— “is there anything we can do?” “we won’t be doing anything."

what was on repeat.

coming in under the wire was beyonce | cowboy carter 🙌

hope you're having a great Sunday! Let me know what you're up to in the comments 💕

[volterran-wine]

Plagues of the Mind || The Guards

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 @rainxbun: "If you are still taking headcanon requests, would you be able to do the guards x human mate who suffers from chronic migraines? I have chronic migraines irl and I love hearing headcanons for that, it’s very comforting! Thank you! 💕 🐇"

Good evening dear, and my apologies for getting to this request so late. But here is my answer to your inquiries. Now who I have chosen is left as s surprise below, hopefully that will be a little fun surprise for you.

𝐀𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰.

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—  𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐗

Knowing Felix he would probably ask if they wished to be turned sooner rather than later, knowing that it would remove the ailment all together. The executioner is damn near offering the bite himself, the thought of his mate in pain is torture in itself.

Would spend a good hour asking the secretary about how to best deal with headaches and migraines, seeing as though he is quite sure Roman remedies he remembers must be horribly outdated (gnawing on willow bark is not appropriate any longer).

If they need someone to massage their scalp through out the night he will gladly do so. If they are lucky their migraines flare up during the winter, meaning the executioners core temperature would be lower than normal.

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—  𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐄𝐀

If there ever was a gentle and caring soul to watch over you during a horrible time; it is Chelsea. Several guards have ended up referring to her as mom, in various languages, and she considers it an honour that other view her as such.

The fussing would me immediate, perhaps even a little overbearing with how she would lock the two of them in a dark room the very moment a migraine hit. She would most likely send requests to Heidi depending on what they would need.

Would hum and run her fingers through their hair, a gentle tune she learned back during her tune she used to sing to her children.

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—  𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐈

As much as the tracker wants to pretend he know a and understands everything, human ailments is not one of them. Would have an initial panic attack about how to best deal with the situation. There is a 9/10 chance he will go straight to Heidi or Felix for help because he needs someone with more knowledge about humans to deal with this.

Demetri will probably hole them up in his own quarters, piling blankets and whatever he can find on top of them. Would return from a small drug store with every painkiller known to man, even the ones who are definitely not meant for any sort of headache.

If the tracker has to be away from Volterra he will regularly check in on them through their tenor. Though he normally cannot feel anything special, a part of him is convinced he is able to see if they are alright.

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—  𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐍

I believe Corin would go rather scientifically to work when it comes to helping an ailing human mate the short time they have left as a human. That means she is reading every research paper known to mortal or immortal, on the topic of migraines.

There will be ten kinds of painkillers, two glasses of water and a dark room at their disposal any time of the day. If their stomach is upset she will gladly cook light meals as well.

If push comes to shove she will try to use her gift to elevate the aches, with her being able to render just about anyone content she hoped it would lead to a moment of peace at the very least.

[upsidedownqq]

Finally made a ref for duck dodgers Heidi 💕