#having sex with luke is like getting back at ryan

[corroded-hellfire]

More Munson Than Expected - Eddie Munson x Reader

An As You Wish story

Written with my beloved @munson-blurbs 💜

Summary: The ultrasound for your second pregnancy brings a new wave of excitement to the Munson household.

Note: The excitement I have to let this secret out of the bag after cooking it up for over a year is real. I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: pregnant!reader

Words: 4.1k

[As You Wish masterlist]

“Eddie, you didn’t have to come with me,” you remind him again as he pulls up a chair next to the examination table he just helped you get situated on.

Your husband gives you a disapproving look as he makes himself comfortable in the seat. He shakes his head as he reaches out and takes one of your hands in his.

“Did you really think I was going to miss this?” he asks. “No way. I was there for Eliza’s first ultrasound, I’m going to be there for this one’s too.”

“What about the boys?”

Eddie sighs. “I was there for Ryan’s. But I wasn’t aware of when Luke’s was, so I missed it. Don’t tell him.”

“I won’t,” you say, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. “He would know it wasn’t your fault, though.”

“You keep your mouth shut too, hmm?” Eddie leans over and presses a kiss to your emerging bump. 

“I don’t know if he or she developed a mouth yet,” you say, the sanitary paper crinkling beneath you as you try to get comfortable. 

“Not gonna find out if you’re a he or she,” Eddie continues talking to his developing child. He reaches out and rubs a hand over your stomach. “Wanna see you, though. And make sure you’re healthy.”

The door to the examination room swings open, bringing with it the distinct smell of antiseptic. The ultrasound technician walks in and closes the door behind her.

“Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Munson,” she greets with a smile. “My name is Tara and I’ll be doing your ultrasound today. The doctor tells me that you don’t want to know the sex. Is that correct?”

“Yes,” you respond with a nod. “We want this one to be a surprise.”

“That is no problem. Let me just set up here and we’ll get started.”

While she gets to work, Eddie helps you as you attempt to tug your shirt up enough to avoid the cold and sticky goo that will inevitably be squirted on your stomach for the ultrasound. You’re able to tuck it into the underwire of your bra just to be sure that it won’t slide back down and get all messy. 

One of the sleeves of Eddie’s jumpsuit falls down and he shoves it back up past his elbow. You take in the navy material, your eye tracing over his name sewn on in red thread over his heart. 

“What time are they expecting you back at work?” you ask him.

He shrugs. “They know where I’m at. They know it might be a little while.” 

“Alright, are we ready?” Tara asks.

“Yep.” You offer your hand to Eddie again and he laces his ringed fingers with yours. 

Tara picks up the bottle of the dreaded goo and squirts a healthy amount on your abdomen. The chill against your skin sends a shiver throughout your body. At least the wand should warm it up as the tech spreads the substance around to get the best view of the baby. 

To you and your husband it feels like you’re just looking at a black screen with wavy white lines on it. Somehow, everything seems to make sense to Tara as she positions the wand on different parts of your stomach. 

“Oh,” she says at one point, stilling the instrument against your skin. “Here we go.”

A soft but steady thump thump thump fills the air of examination room 5. Tears immediately well up in your eyes. You look at Eddie to see him grinning from ear to ear. 

With the slightest movement of the wand sliding against the goo, you hear thump thump thump thump thump thump.

“Oh wow,” you say through a sniffle. “You can hear it even better now.”

“Sounds strong,” Eddie adds. 

“Actually…” Tara trails off.

“What?” Eddie asks. You feel his hand tighten in your grip. “It’s…not strong?”

“Oh, no, no, it’s very strong. It sounds perfect to me. But I want you to listen.” There are a few moments of silence as the three of you listen to the heartbeat. 

“It sounds fast,” you say.

“It does,” Tara agrees. “But if you listen, you can hear some of the beats overlapping one another.”

She leans in towards the screen and moves the wand again, just slightly. A smile grows on her face as she spots something in the mess of gray shapes on the machine. “Hear it?” she asks.

“Yeah, kind of,” Eddie says. “What does that mean?”

“Well, if you look here,” she replies, pointing towards what looks like a small blob, “that’s your baby.”

Pure glee radiates throughout your entire being. It’s your first glimpse at your and Eddie’s new baby. Another life that the two of you created together. You share a quick loving look with your husband before you both become engrossed in the image on the screen again.

“And here…” Tara says, sliding her finger slightly to the right, “is your other baby.”

The room goes silent save for the sound of the heartbeat. Or rather, heartbeats. Though your ears heard the words, your brain is still processing what they mean. It’s clearly the same with Eddie, as he stares at Tara just like you are.

“I’m sorry,” Eddie finally says. He chuckles and licks over his lips. “Did you say, ‘other baby’?”

“I did, indeed.” Tara taps a few keys on the machine, and it looks like it takes a screenshot. “There are two babies here. Two distinct heartbeats and two little nuggets showing off to the camera.”

“Twins.” The word comes out of you as a whispered breath. “We’re having twins.”

“Not just Baby Munson #4,” Eddie adds in a voice as awed as yours. “Baby Munson #5, too.”

“And they both appear to be developing well,” Tara says. 

Eddie laughs. “No. No, we, uh, we’re not having twins.” He looks down at you, then back at Tara. “We decided we’re just having one more. I’m already forty-one, so just the one newborn is already pushing it.”

Tara grins, clearly used to this kind of reaction. “Well, you’d better rest up. Because you’ll be a father to two new little ones in a few months.”

Eddie grabs your hand, still stunned by the news. You can’t say you’re faring much better, although it does explain why this pregnancy has been so much more intense than when you were expecting Eliza. Part of you feels relieved that it wasn’t all in your head. But another part…

“Twins.” The word leaves your lips in an exhale. “We’re…babe, we’re gonna have five kids. We’re gonna be a family of seven.”

A clammy hand squeezes yours, and you glance up to see Eddie visibly trembling. “How am I gonna raise five kids?” He murmurs. “That’s one more than Harrington, and that dude was pretty much born to be a dad.”

Tara’s brows furrow as she cleans off your belly. “I’ll, um, leave you two to discuss.” She starts for the door, then turns around. “Take all the time you need.”

As soon as the door clicks shut, Eddie starts pacing around the tiny exam room. “Okay, okay. We’re having two babies. At the same time.”

“Yes, that’s generally what happens with twins.”

He rolls his eyes in annoyance. “I could do without your sarcasm right now, Sweetheart. I just found out that I’m about to out-kid Steve Harrington.”

“Out-kid?” You tuck your lips into your mouth to stifle a laugh. 

Eddie doesn’t pick up on your joking tone. “Yes! He has four, and I’ll have five. Five!” He rakes a hand through his hair. “I was barely keeping two alive before you came along, and now I’m gonna be responsible for five?!”

“First of all,” you say, pushing yourself up, “you were an amazing dad before we got together. Even before I started watching the boys, when you were basically doing it on your own. Give yourself some credit. Second, Ryan will be going to college soon enough, so we’ll only have four kids in the house.”

Your attempt at consoling your husband falls flat. “Oh my god, I’m gonna have infants while my oldest is gonna be in college! I’m supposed to be slowing down, not re-babyproofing the house!” He buries his head in his hands. “What were we thinking? And why do you always have to look so hot? I wouldn’t be tempted to jump your bones all the time if you weren’t so goddamn sexy.”

You sigh. “I mean, you’re the one who’s always telling me you want to ‘pump me full of your babies.’ Guess now you really did it.”

“Holy shit.” Eddie runs his hands down his face and takes a deep breath. He stands in the same spot, staring at you for a few silent moments before a smile begins to crack through his fog. “Holy shit.”

“Calming down now?” you ask, raising an eyebrow. “Or realizing I’m the one who has to push two of them out of my body?”

Eddie ambles over to you on the examining table and rests his forehead against yours. His shoulders have gone down to their usual height again, no longer bunched up around his ears with tension. 

“Okay, I had my mini freak out,” he says softly, reaching up to tug the hem of your shirt down back over your bump. “You may have yours.”

With a low chuckle, you reach up and cup your husband’s face in your hands. 

“I still don’t think it’s hit me yet,” you admit. “Or maybe trying to logic-out your fear helped me with my own, too. I mean, you said something about being too old to re-babyproof the house? Sweetheart, we would have had to do that with one baby anyway.”

“Common sense left me there for a little bit, I’ll admit.”

“And I’ve got one more bone to pick with you,” you say, leaving one hand on his face and using the other to poke him in the chest. 

“What’s that?”

“You said Steve was pretty much born to be a dad. Eddie, out of all the people I’ve ever met in my life, you are definitely the one who was always meant to be a dad.” You lower your hand to your bump. “Because it doesn’t matter if there were one, two, three, or even eight babies in here. You’d still love them all unconditionally and try your hardest to give the world to them.”

“I love our babies,” Eddie replies softly. His hand moves to rest on top of yours on your bump. “I love our twins.”

“Hey, we’ve got some extra resources this time around, too,” you point out. “Ryan drives now. We can recruit him for diaper or formula runs. And he can take Luke and Eliza places if we’re not able to. Luke is old enough now not to be intimidated by being around newborns. He’ll definitely be more hands-on than he was with Eliza. And speaking of the little firecracker…we already know she’s going to be like a mother hen to them. See? Recruiting the kids to help with the kids. And that doesn’t even mention Wayne and all of our friends. At least ninety percent of them owe us from watching their kids at one point or another.” 

“My wife is so smart,” Eddie praises with a small smile. 

“She is,” you reply coyly. “Do you think you could help me off this table, though? Makes sense why it’s been harder for me to get up from things lately—two against one here.”

Eddie gently takes your arms and leads you to a comfortable seated position before helping you hop down from the high table. 

The two of you walk hand-in-hand out of the doctor’s office and across the parking lot to your car. The sun seems warmer and brighter than when you went in. There’s not a cloud in the sky—were there any before? Birds call to one another from the trees that encircle the medical plaza, and their tune brings a smile to your face. Everything seems so light and airy around you that it almost makes you feel like you’re dissociating. But there’s Eddie’s hand in yours. The sneakers you wear knock against the concrete with every step, reverberating the vibration up your legs. You’re very much here in this moment. The magic in the air comes from knowing the amount of love you carried for the bundle of joy in your belly has just doubled. The thought of kissing two little button noses goodnight every day instead of one has you giddy. 

“Baby,” you say as Eddie opens the passenger car door for you. “We’re gonna have double the cuddles.”

“Double the drooly kisses.” The smile on your husband’s face tells you that he’s excited about the prospect. “Double new baby smell.”

You secure your seatbelt and rest both of your hands on your belly as Eddie walks around the car and slides into the driver’s seat. 

“Double the love we give and receive,” you muse softly, looking down at your protruding bump. “I wonder if I’ll get double the pain meds when I’m in labor.”

Eddie laughs as he pulls the car out of the parking space. 

“Time will tell,” he says. “Are you hungry, princess?”

“Yeah. I mean, makes sense, since I’m eating for three,” you reply. “But don’t you have to get back to work?”

“There is no way I’ll be able to focus on anything,” Eddie says with a breathy chuckle as he shakes his head. “I’m taking the rest of the day.”

“Okay. Do you want to get lunch at—oh boy.”

Eddie’s eyes glance over at you before looking back on the road.

“What?” he asks. “What’s wrong?” 

“No, not wrong,” you say. “Just…I-I don’t know how we’ll keep this from the kids. We didn’t think we’d have anything to report to them other than the baby being healthy since we’re not finding out the sex. But there’s absolutely no way I won’t slip up and say ‘babies’ or ‘them’ or something that will give it away. I’d rather they hear the news from us directly than catching us in a slip.”

Eddie nods in agreement. “How do you think we should tell them?”

“Umm…” You purse your lips as you start to ponder different scenarios. Both you and Eddie think in silence for a few minutes before he speaks.

“Oh, I’ve got an idea…”

Eliza is thrilled to have both of her parents picking her up from school. The way she goes on and on about an arts and crafts project they did in class today reminds you of when you were just the babysitter and picked Ryan and Luke up from school. Luke always had something interesting to babble on about—much to your amusement. 

Your second oldest is already at home when you walk in the front door holding Eliza’s hand and Eddie trails in behind with a few bags from the store. Usually, Ryan drives both himself and Luke home from school every day, but now Ryan takes SAT Prep classes once a week after school, forcing Luke to take the bus home. Which you’d think was one of the trials of Hercules with how often Luke shares his disdain for the form of transportation. 

“Whatcha got, Pops?” Luke asks from the couch. His hand is buried in a bag of white cheddar popcorn and an episode of Supernatural is on the television. 

“You’ll see,” Eddie tells him, taking the bags straight to your room. Best to keep them out of the way of the two nosiest Munson children. Although, you wonder to yourself if that will change with the new additions. 

Eliza spies the snack her brother has and quickly sheds her Little Mermaid backpack and pink Mary Jane shoes to climb up on the couch next to him. She sticks an arm in the popcorn bag and brings out as big a handful as her little fist would allow her. 

“There’s food in the bags,” Eliza says to Luke through the kernels stuffing her cheeks.

“Huh?” Luke clearly doesn’t speak four-year-old-with-a-full-mouth.

“The bags Daddy has,” Eliza says once she’s swallowed. She wipes her white cheddar covered fingertips on her white tights. “There’s food in them. I smelled it in the car.” 

“Good job, Watson,” he tells her.

“Uh, who?” Eliza gives her older brother a look that clearly relays she thinks he’s crazy. It doesn’t stop her from taking another handful of popcorn, though. 

“Watson. Sherlock Holmes’ assistant. They’re detectives, Lize.”

“Oh,” is all she says before shoving more popcorn into her mouth. 

You putter around, cleaning up the kitchen and tidying the living room to keep yourself from spilling the beans too early. It’s important to wait until Ryan gets home later. You just know time is going to crawl by at a snail’s pace for the next hour and a half.

When your oldest son finally arrives home, you usher everyone around the kitchen table for a family meeting. 

“Am I in trouble?” Luke huffs. “Because if I am, I’d like to plead not guilty.”

Eddie raises his brows. “Not sure why you’d be in trouble, but I’m sure we’ll find out.” He clears his throat, placing a loving hand on your bump. “No, this family meeting is to tell you guys some exciting news we got at the ultrasound today.”

He reaches over and plucks a grease-soaked Burger King bag from the counter. “Ry, you get the first clue.”

Ryan practically tears open the bag, the hungry teenager ready to devour the Double Whopper without even unwrapping it. 

“Is the baby a hamburger?” Ryan asks mid-bite. He pulls out the fries you got along with it. “Or is it small? Is the clue ‘small fry?’”

You shake your head. “Nope. Nice try, though.” 

Luke’s clue is next, though he’s too busy trying to get his brother to share his food to really pay attention. When Ryan finally relents and tosses a fry his way, Luke looks down at the Gameboy game box in front of him. 

“A Looney Tunes double pack?” He wrinkles his nose. “Are you naming the baby Tweety Bird?”

Eliza sticks out her little tongue in disgust. “That’s a horrible name for a baby!”

“Maybe it looks like Elmer Fudd, like Eliza did when she was born,” Ryan chimes in, licking ketchup off of his thumb. 

“Who?” Your daughter glances between the boys, unaware of the joke being made at her expense.

Luke doesn’t hesitate to fill her in. “The weird guy who hunts Bugs Bunny. The one who always goes, ‘ooh, I hate that wabbit!’”

Eliza shoots him a glare that’s equal parts adorable and terrifying. Luckily, she’s easily distracted by her clue. 

“For Eliza,” you say as you tug the crinkling Target bag off of the biggest hint of all. Eddie already made sure to open the box and cut any wires attached so your daughter can get right at the twin Baby Alive dolls. 

The four-year-old gasps. “Babies!” She holds her arms out as you deliver the box to her.

Little fingers grab onto the first doll, and she gently places it on the table in front to her before removing the second doll. The rest of the family watches in amusement as Eliza covers the baby on the table with a blanket, and cradles the other one in her arms, holding its bottle to its mouth. 

“So,” Eddie asks, rubbing his hands together, “what do these gifts have in common?”

The three of them begin to think. At least, you’re pretty sure Eliza is thinking about it. She’s gazing down at the doll in her arms with the most heartwarming compassion. 

“There’s two burger patties, two games, two dolls…” Luke muses.

“Wait,” Ryan says, his head perking up as an idea occurs to him. “Is it a girl? Like, two X chromosomes?”

Your husband simply stares at your oldest son for a moment before responding.

“In what world would I be smart enough to come up with that?” he asks. 

Luke nods his head in your direction. “Ma is, though. But I think it’s a boy because there’s two of us boys already.”

“Then the hint would have to do with three, genius,” Ryan scoffs. 

The younger brother contorts his face and mocks his brother’s words in a high-pitched voice.

“Maybe Mama has two babies in her belly.” Your daughter’s words are spoken with the most casual tone, the majority of her attention on the plastic doll she’s gently rocking to sleep in her arms. 

The boys both laugh, Ryan rolling his eyes at what he considers a silly idea from a little girl. The Munson brothers turn to you and Eddie, expecting you to be joining in on the laughter, but all they find are your excited and hopeful faces. The chuckles trail off as the boys pause and consider what those faces mean. 

“Wait, you don’t mean…” Ryan starts.

“Oh my GOD!” Luke shouts, banging his hands down on the table in front of him. It rattles the doll Eliza isn’t holding, and she gives her big brother a glare over the disturbance. 

“No way!” Ryan stands up, excitement nearly paralyzing him. He doesn’t know what to do except smile as he holds his arms out in front of him awkwardly. “It’s really…twins?!”

“It’s twins!” you confirm. You make an attempt to stand as well, but the two babies inside of you are keeping your center of gravity low enough to make you give up. 

“Two babies!” Luke hoots. “This is insane!”

Eddie chuckles, his heart at once light as air and completely full at seeing the excitement of his boys. 

“Do you have a picture?” Luke asks.

“The sonogram,” Ryan adds.

“Yeah! Can we see it? Let us see the picture!”

“Do you even know what you’ll be looking at?” Ryan asks as he sits back down next to his brother.

Luke shrugs. “They’ll show us.”

“Okay, okay, here it is,” you say, handing over the image that’s been sitting in your back pocket. “That little spot right there is one baby, and that one right there is the other baby.”

Their stunned faces make you giggle softly as you lean back. 

“Oh my God,” Ryan says. “I can’t believe it’s twins.”

“Holy sh—crap, we’re going to have two new siblings.”

“We’re going to need a bigger house,” Ryan says, looking around the room everyone is seated in.

“Wow, there’s going to be a lot of people living here,” Luke says. “Dad, were you going for twins?”

“That’s not how it works, doofus,” Ryan says as Eddie shakes his head in amusement. 

Luke scoffs. “Explain it to me then, Mr. SAT.”

Eliza heaves a deep sigh for someone with such a tiny body and small lungs. She sets the baby doll in her arms down on the table next to its sleeping sibling. 

“You’re so loud!” she complains. 

“Lize, it’s twin babies!” Luke tells her, gently shaking her frame back and forth. 

“I know, I know, you keep saying it over and over!”

“Aren’t you excited?” Ryan asks her. 

Your daughter shrugs her shoulders once before picking her doll back up and cradling it in the crook of her arm.

“Sure.” 

Both boys look to you and Eddie at her lackluster reaction. You give a gentle shake of your head.

“Don’t worry,” you tell them. “It’ll click at some point.” 

“Oh, what a day,” you sigh as you slip under the blankets to lay down next to your husband. Eddie lifts his arm, and you immediately cuddle up to his side, resting your head on his shoulder. Your bump nudges his side, and you rub one hand over the soft material of your worn t-shirt. “Makes sense why my bump is more pronounced earlier than it was with Eliza.”

Eddie wraps one arm around your shoulders and brings the other one down to place his hand on top of your own. 

“Can't believe there are four of us in this bed,” he says with a light chuckle.

“Daddyyyyy! Mamaaaaaa!”

A four-year-old with wild curls runs into your room and leaps onto the bed, landing at your and Eddie’s feet.

“Make that five of us,” Eddie says. 

“You’re supposed to be asleep, Little Miss,” you tell Eliza.

She pushes herself onto her hands and knees in her purple piggy pajamas and quickly crawls up the infinitesimal space between you and her father. 

“Careful, careful,” Eddie cautions the closer she gets to your belly.

Eliza halts her ascent and leans back on her heels. Her chocolate brown eyes are as wild as her bedhead is.

“I’m gonna be a big sister to two babies?!” 

Across the hall, a chuckle reverberates in Ryan’s chest as he turns to lay on his side in bed.

“There it is.”

[vesseloflukola]

Let’s talk about “Professional Jealousy”, shall we? I feel like most of us know what this actually means. Actual Professional Jealousy is envy that someone else in your profession is doing better at the job than you; that they are more successful or more recognized. However, Nic and Luke tried to convince us that Professional Jealousy was something different altogether. To them, “Professional Jealousy” was when you become jealous any time your scene partner flirts with, talks to, or has an intimate scene with another actor of the opposite sex who is not yourself.

They were actually just plain jealous of one another. I think it was both apparent to the people they worked with, as well as those of us who listened to their answers in interviews on the World Tour.

I mean, why else would all of the other couples dancing around Nic and Sam (Pen and Debling) be pulled out one by one until only Nic and Sam were dancing together so that they could get such a great jealous reaction from Luke as Colin when he sees his Pen and Lord Debling dancing? Luke actually said “ I have to clarify. I WAS fuming. That was completely legit.” Sir? That was the statement he made where Nicola felt the need to tell the fandom about their “Professional Jealousy” in the first place.

Luke continued to show us how jealous he was whenever Nicola would make a flirty remark toward a male interviewer, or talk about her attraction to either Ryan Gosling or Leonardo DiCaprio. He also really didn’t seem to like her looking deep into Luke Thompson’s eye’s when there were questions over what color they were.

Luke isn’t the only jealous one though. Nic admitted she did not like him flirting with all the ladies in the Ton, and she did not love that he had those brothel scenes. She admitted to already being jealous of his next leading lady (which we now know is Lucy Hale) and reminded him that SHE was his “first fake girlfriend”.

It’s funny, because last time I checked, friends don’t get that kind of jealous of one another. However, people who have deeper feelings do. It’s ironic to me how many people have been trying to say Nic and Luke are “just friends”. They have never once said those words.

Luke has called Nic a lovely friend and his Best Friend. Nic has said that Luke is a very special person in her life and she doesn’t have a relationship with anyone else in her life like the one she has with him. Most recently Nic mentioned that a lot of people would like the two of them to get married. What they have never said is “we are just friends”, “please stop shipping us”, or “why would we get married?”. What they have done is give us crumbs here and there. What they have done is continue to mention or reference one another.

We don’t know for sure that they are currently together, but I believe that they are. What we do know is that the pictures we have seen of them lately, they are both glowing. What we do know is that they are back to filming Season 4 with their Bridgerton family. Coincidence? I don’t think so!

[henriettadreaming]

After these first two episodes, I'm not even sure whether to continue watching. The level of bias in what's supposed to be a civil war is wild.

https://www.reddit.com/r/HOTDGreens/s/NabfGkmeWs

And looking at what Ryan Condall has said about B&C being not only all Green propaganda made up by Alicent to make Rhaenyra look bad, and that we're also apparently supposed to root for two child murderers to not get caught, I have no good faith left for the next six episodes. I really don't.

Because the writing is not only outlandishly biased, but downright stupid.

Between near constant Alicole sex scenes, Daemon sending B&C being a big old whoops and B&C being able to walk around the Red Keep like they live there while not a single guard is posted outside the chambers of the Queen and and the King's children.

And don't even get me started on the fact the first episode is supposed to be 10 days after Luke's death, and yet Jace was able to go from Dragonstone to The Vale, then The North and gain support from both and get back to Dragonstone in time for the funeral. Yes, he's riding a dragon, but a small one that would need breaks to rest and eat. But according to HOTD Vermax flies like a Valkyie

[mischas]

i was always so put off by stephanie savage calling taylor townsend (a character i do actually like) “sex positive” in the oral history and i think i’m finally figuring out why. the first sexual relationship of taylor’s that we’re introduced to is with the dean, a relationship that never gets the criticism it deserves within the narrative. no one properly addresses it as predatory - the dean is of course called “the dirty dean” but no one actually sees taylor as a victim. sandy, for all his morality, doesn’t even think of reporting him but instead only leverages this information to get ryan back in school (which is so awful i don’t even know where to start.) i think it’s the definition of cop out to pat themselves on the back for making a “sex-positive character” (please be serious) with the way they treated mischa, a teenage girl who was also in a predatory relationship that no one on set addressed as such, who was punished for leaving that relationship, who failed to be protected by the adults around her. that’s not very sex positive of you stephanie savage! marissa’s depression in s3 being referred to as a “slut spiral” by her BEST FRIEND is not very sex positive either! the oc was not sex positive, behind or in front of the camera, in any way!

Whenever Ms. Savage opens her mouth I just know some bullshit is about to come out so I plan accordingly. You bringing this up reminds me of the podcast early on saying all the female characters on the show are strong except Marissa. And it's like... we're still saying shit like this in the 2020s?

But to your point, yes exactly that's a nasty way of framing a teenage girl such as Taylor as sex positive. What a disgusting arc and resolution that was. As if s1 Sandy, or even s2 Sandy, would only give a shit about a relationship between an adult and a student in their high school so long as his son is readmitted to said school. Horrendous.

And for a character they label as sex positive to be having race-based threesomes later on in the same season is just... yikes. That 100% does not erase the dean arc (!!) but like... how is this also forgotten. Like I'm gonna forget the shit about a "Korean barbecue"?

What does sex positive even mean to these people? That a character has sex without being slut shamed? They have always acted like these characters are corporeal beings and that these same mfs weren't writing them down. Christ. Marissa has meaningless sex with Luke/DJ/Volchok and that's still not what they want in order to categorize her or... whatever else they still do to denigrate her.

ETA: Also like sorry Marissa was SA'ed so she couldn't be perky and light re: sex?? except for the unicorn of an episode that was 303

The more they open their mouths the more people realize that place was a shitshow and at least I have that. For years and years that set was a mystery and we were all like "guess we'll never really know what went down, oh well" 🤷‍♀️

I love Mischa on CHD alluding to being the island they said she was by s2 and she's basically like "Hmm, I wonder why that was...." queen shit. She alludes to so many book things without mentioning it once, god bless.

[sc0tters]

omg amber your effort on today’s daily thought was insane tysm!! IF you’ve got the energy for it, i’d love to know the opposite—what part of the boys do our girls love most?

Oooo this one sounds like fun! We are currently meant to have an off day but I’m off to bed and it’s past midnight so technically I’m back to writing…

Jamie loves Gabe’s hair! Like getting to run her fingers through it makes her so happy

Sydney is in awe of Matts height and the size of him in general. Like his hands make her look like a baby and then the fact that he can just throw her over his shoulder will always make her squirm

Gracie loves Elias’ hands because he is always touching her. Most of the time it’s not even weird, he’s usually tracing shapes the inside of her thigh or will just leave his hand resting there to occasionally give it a squeeze incase they have been listening to a long conversation where he hasn’t been able to talk to her.

Victoria loves the freckles Phil gets in the summer cause she can just sit on his lap and kiss his skin as she counts them. But she also really likes how pretty his hand looks now that it has his promise ring on his ring finger.

Rouge used to think it was his hair but now it has to be his lips. Whenever they’re alone he’s constantly kissing her skin making her squirm, but a close second is his thighs because if she’s been overly bratty that night he will not hesitate to put her over it and make her push herself to come with no help from him.

Buzz loves Jamie’s eyes and Cams smile, like those are her boys and she only ever wants to see them happy.

Blair’s has to be his skin. Some nights all she wants is him on her and when she gets to see the tattoos he’s gotten because of her it makes her get all gushy

Maya loves how Johns curls have become Auggies curls too.

Camille loves Sidney’s hands. Everytime she was sore in a pregnancy he was massaging her body whenever she needed it.

Charlotte is stuck between two, she loves his arms because he gives her the best hugs but she also selfishly loves his chest because there is something about it that gets her going. She hasn’t told Jake but she’d love to try riding it one day.

Amelia is IN LOVE with Masons eyes, like Caleb got them so she will forever adore that

Maddie likes Mats arms because when he gets clingy and doesn’t want her to leave he’s always trying to trap her under his body.

Ellie loves Ethan and Marks hands, like she wants them on her 24/7.

Emma loves Jacobs body, his build is so much bigger than hers so sometimes he is just her big baby

Adelia loves Jeremy’s face, like this man could pull any expression and have her in his arms within seconds. That sex strike was hard!

Thea loves Oliver’s hair, like whenever he hugs her it tickles her skin.

Tate loves Jimmys hands, hello she wants them on her all the time.

Astrid loves Ethan’s mouth, that man is talented and he knows it.

Lillian loves Cutter thighs, like usually he’s pulling her into his lap to sit because he doesn’t want her anywhere else that isn’t close to him.

Junior loves Wills hair! Like all she wants is to tug her fingers through that mess

Fran loves Nicks eyes because she hopes her kids will get them.

Darcy loves Cole’s height, he’s her short king and wouldn’t have it any other way.

Alana LOVES Jurajs height! Like that man towers over her and she loves it

Codie loves how Ryan’s hair falls in his face and cuts him off when he’s talking

Kennedy loves Jacks eyes because she feels like they can stare into her soul and on top of that her baby got them too.

Allie loves Luke’s curls, after a rough day his head is in her lap getting head scratches because he wants to feel better.

Lucie loves Steve’s hand. When he got sick she would always try to talk to him with her hand on his trying to get a response so now as he has his hand constantly either on her or her thigh she knows he’s okay now.

Matilda loves Willys beard, it tickles when he talks to her

Lilah loves Matthews hair, she always ends up with it in her face when they’re sleeping in the couch but she wouldn’t have it another way.

Sabrina loves Adams smile, to her it’s so contagious

Parker loves Cole’s fingers and how skilled he is with them.

Scottie loves Nicks hands, when they are finally good with each other he wants to constantly hold her to make up for the time they lost.

Marisa LOVES Gavin’s hair, she thinks he’s adorable but that might be her favourite part.

Emmy loves Rutgers smile, like he’s always her happy boy

Abigail loves Marks hair, she is a sucker for tugging at it

Liana loves Seamus’ smile. She thinks it can light up a room sometimes.

Ava loves Ryan’s hands, this man won’t hesitate to pull her close to him if she’s being bratty

Bailey loved Wills eyes, after all Max got them

Erin loves Drew’s face, like she just loves smothering him in kisses.

Bianca loves Nicos smile, she thinks it reminds her of how kind the captain is and for that he deserves all the love in the world

Julie loved Timos hands, he’s her big strong man and feels the need to tell him all the time.

Mila loves Jacks thighs, he knows how to make her feel good with them when he’s trying to seem stronger than her.

Isabel loves how Luke towers over her so as he hugs her he has to basically crunch himself to get to her.

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Kayla Sessler revealed this week that she is expecting her third child– her first with boyfriend Ryan Leigh— and received plenty of congratulatory messages, as well as criticism over the announcement. 

The former Teen Mom: Young & Pregnant star– who is set to appear on the upcoming season of Teen Mom Family Reunion– shared the news on social media by posting a photo debuting her growing baby bump. 

“Made with love,” her caption read. 

Kayla is reportedly due next month, meaning she was pregnant while filming Teen Mom Family Reunion in Colombia back in September. (The Ashley’s sources tell her that the producers knew about the pregnancy during the trip, and Kayla’s activities were restricted somewhat because of it. The pregnancy will likely be “revealed” during ‘Family Reunion’ Season 3.)

As fans know, Kayla is already a mom to two kids– daughter Ariah and son Izaiah with former fiancé Luke Davis. (Luke is not Izaiah’s biological father, but Kayla confirmed in 2022 that Luke continues to spend time with Izaiah, as “that’s his son.”) Ryan also has a son of his own from a previous relationship.

While Kayla’s pregnancy announcement was met with quite a few negative comments, she also received a handful of positive ones, including those left by her former ‘Young and Pregnant’ cast mates Kiaya Elliott, Rachel Beaver and Brianna Jaramillo. 

“FINALLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY😍😍😍😍 ” Kiaya commented on the announcement. 

“Yaaaaay!!!” Brianna added. “I can’t wait to meet the baby… you’re so beautiful love you! ”

Kayla also received some love in the comment section from other parents within the ‘Teen Mom’ franchise, including ‘Teen Mom: The Next Chapter’ stars Cheyenne Floyd, Cory Wharton, Briana DeJesus and former Teen Mom 2 star Kail Lowry. 

Kayla’s mom, Jaime Szot, reposted Kayla’s pregnancy announcement on her own page, adding a “congrats” to Kayla and Ryan. Jaime went on to respond to a number of the comments Kayla’s post received, including one criticizing her as a parent. 

“Maybe teach her about birth control and condoms,” the comment read. “3 kids with 3 different baby daddies isn’t a good look. Plus she had an abortion so that could have been baby daddy #4. Geez what a great mother you are. She’s probably already scoping out the next baby daddy.” 

Jaime replied to the individual and encouraged them to “stfu and get off my page.” 

“Such a shame that this is the type of role modeling you are teaching your daughters,” she wrote. “Women should lift each other up, or keep their mouths shut. I was taught if you have nothing nice to say to say, don’t say anything. Too bad you weren’t taught manners, just how to be a bully behind a keyboard. You have a blessed day now.” 

Jaime also revealed in the comment section that she already knows the sex of her grandchild, but is keeping it under wraps.

Kayla told followers on Wednesday that she will be uploading “all baby content”– including the gender reveal– to her YouTube channel. 

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surprise! on tour.

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Word count: 2225 Warnings: poly!Cashton. on tour. surprise visit. heavy flirting. small bit of public teasing. clothes sharing. dirty talk. masturbation. creampie and cumplay. blink-and-you’ll-miss-it anal play & breath play. they are basically sharing the girl. soft cuddles and aftercare moments. the whole thing. Author’s note: hello yes, I’m back on my bullshit, have another go at poly!Cashton and reader having hot and heavy sex at the hotel room on tour after not seeing each other for weeks. inspired by the picture above.

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“Okay, okay, one more!” Ryan grinned at Ashton and Calum as they posed in front of him, showing off their instruments. “You look badass!”

“You also have a nice ass,” the comment came from somewhere behind them, and their heads whipped in that direction, disbelief and surprise crossing their features. “Both of you.”

“No way you’re here!” Ashton exclaimed, a wide smile making his face light up while Calum laughed as well, not being able to take his eyes off of you.

It took a lot of planning and some help from the crew, but you finally had the chance to surprise your boyfriends on tour for a few days. The secret was so well kept that even Michael and Luke didn’t know about it until that morning; you didn’t want them to somehow spill it for Ash and Cal before the time came. They pretended to be hurt, claiming they would never, but then a second later they both agreed that okay, maybe it happened before.

Ryan was texting you all day long, keeping an eye on the guys so he could find the perfect spot and moment to arrange the big meeting, which he also planned on capturing. Looking back later you just knew you all will cherish the moment he caught of them realizing you were there. It was pure luck that they did not see you sneaking up on them, but it was worth every reaction in the end when you finally got to compliment their pose and nice backsides.

“Come here you,” Ashton opened his arms and you wrapped yours around his waist, snuggling up to him as he kissed your temple. “You sneaky little ninja.”

“Missed you, asshole,” you giggled, tugging on the hem of his shirt before reaching for Calum, manoeuvring around his bass to get a hug from him too. “Missed you too, grandpa.”

“And she says I’m the asshole,” Ash snorted while Calum groaned, burying his face in your hair.

“Not you too,” Cal pinched your side, making you swat at him with a giggle. “You know you like it.”

“Maybe I could convince you to wear something else? I’m sure there are some hidden gems in your bag. And in yours too, sir,” you directed the last part at Ashton who furrowed his eyebrows.

“What’s wrong with this?” he looked down at himself and you rolled your eyes, tugging on his shirt again while you leaned into Calum, his hand on your waist, squeezing you.

“It’s the dirty wife beater,” you laughed. “Maybe I could take this off of you… once the show is over… and never give it back, huh?”

“This one will end in your closet as well, I can see it,” Calum started stirring you towards the stage while Ashton’s hand slipped into yours. “Say goodbye to it Ash.”

“Yes, say goodbye to it, because this one will definitely end up in my bag and come back to LA with me so you can finally put on something else that looks much better on you,” you groaned, already thinking up ways to get rid of the affronted item.

“It’s a shame,” Ash clicked his tongue, fingers tightening around yours as he pulled you to his chest again, Calum following, making you trapped between their bodies. “Would have loved to fuck you in the dirty wife beater,” a smirked tugged at the corner of his mouth, hips rolling against yours to emphasize his words.

“I’d rather wear your vest… with just some nice panties…” you kept your eyes on Ashton, voice dropping lower. “…and maybe one of Cal’s ties… what do you think?” your head leaned back against Calum’s shoulder, tongue quickly swiping over your bottom lip.

“Highly approved, baby,” it was his turn to rub against your ass, his desire for you clear under his baggy pants. “And you know… having you like this… might have given me an idea…” he pressed his lips against your cheek, exchanging a heated look with Ashton, and you were sure he already knew what had crossed your boyfriend’s mind.

You couldn’t wait for the show to finally end – and it hasn’t even started yet.

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  “Shit, that’s it baby, ride my dick!”

You whined as Calum entered you again, burying your face against his sweaty neck, his skin hot and smelling like sex and cologne, his hands grabbing your ass as he moved you up and down on his cock. Ashton’s vest was sticking to your back, drenched from the sweat on all of your bodies as you were sandwiched between your boyfriends, Calum’s body under yours while Ashton kneeled behind you, his hands roaming over your skin wherever he could reach you. Now you understood what Calum was referring to earlier when they hugged you between them before the concert, how he was already planning on having you like this once you were back in the hotel room.

Ashton’s fingers slipped under the sides of your panties to snap them against your skin, the sting making you hiss, teeth grazing Calum’s ear. He chuckled at your reaction, mumbling something about how good you feel against him, around him, how he missed having their girl all to themselves. Ash made an approving sound behind you, now moving his hands over your hips, thumbs digging into your flesh where the lace of your panties were stretched over you. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you and Cal, how your body melted against his tanned skin, his tattooed arms holding you close while he worked his hips up and into you, cock buried into your pussy with every thrust.

His thumb dragged over the material of your panties again, nail slightly scratching the skin where it did not cover your ass, and he could see your pussy tightening around Calum’s dick, both of you groaning at the sensation. You were wet and pink and beautifully inviting, making Ashton wrap his hand back around himself as he fisted his cock, your wetness from before the switch making the slide easier. He breathed heavily, trying to hold back his pleasure as he rubbed the pad of his thumb against your pussy lip where you were stretched around Cal.

“You look fucking gorgeous,” his voice was low and husky, and that combined with the wet sounds as he jerked his cock you knew he was getting impatient.

You pressed a sloppy kiss against Calum’s jaw and he let you go at that, helping you sit up on his waist, and Ashton was there in a second, letting you lean against him as you still slightly rode Cal. Calum caressed your thighs while Ashton’s hands covered your tits under the opening of his vest, squeezing them teasingly. You panted as you finally slowed down to a stop, head resting on Ashton’s shoulder as you looked up at him.

“Thought you’re going to say ‘you look fucked, gorgeous’,” you giggled breathlessly, nipping at his jaw, and he pinched your nipples in reply.

“Well, you definitely look fucked,” his arm slid around your waist, lifting you off of Calum just enough to bend you back over him, quickly pushing his cock into you. “But not enough…” he added.

Calum grabbed the end of the tie hanging between your breasts to pull you closer, capturing your lips in a kiss as Ashton started pounding into you. You buried your fingers into his hair, holding onto him as you moaned into his mouth, his hands grabbing your waist where Ashton was holding onto you. You felt their hands tangle together on your body, both of them moving you up and down on Ash’s cock, the pace quick and hard, and you felt yourself trembling between them. Calum’s nipples dragged against yours, making something twist in your stomach, ready to snap and push you over the edge– and then Ashton quickly pulled out of you, making you clench around thin air as you felt your own wetness slide down your lips and thighs.

“No, no, please… please…” you started begging them, so close to your release, nails digging into Calum’s shoulders, lost in space and time as you couldn’t decide which way to move, where to push, who to ask for mercy.

It took only a second and you felt someone enter you again, strong hands on the back of your thighs as they kept you against their bodies. You soon realized it was Calum who finally took pity on you, quickly fucking up into you, cock filling your pussy perfectly with every thrust, lips mumbling messy, dirty words against your lips as he urged you to cum with him. You unconsciously squeezed around him, already too lost in the feeling to fight it anymore: the way his pelvis dragged against your clit, how he grabbed onto your ass, a fingertip teasing your puckered hole lightly – the moment your orgasm rushed over you you felt his chest rumble with a deep groan, cock pulsing inside you as he came, still working his hips against you to get the most of his own pleasure.

You heard a hissed ‘shit’ from behind you, your hazy mind picking up the wet sounds as Ashton kept himself on the edge, watching the two of you come together. Calum’s fingers tightened on your hips as he pulled out of you, helping you stay on your knees above him. He grabbed your ass again, pulling your cheeks apart and you felt yourself getting hot at the thought of how he was offering you up for your boyfriend, and you wiggled a little, letting him know you wanted it too.

Ashton muttered under his breath just like Calum a few minutes ago, words of ‘so hot’, ‘gorgeously fucked’ and ‘you like it messy, don’t you baby?’ filling your ears, and the only thing you were able to do was to whimper approvingly. You felt Ashton’s tip tease your clit, nudging it against your hole to catch the cum dripping out of you before rubbing it against the lace of your ruined panties, then in one slow, smooth thrust he was back inside you, cursing as your pussy wrapped around his cock.

“Come on baby, that’s it, give us one more,” he pulled out and pushed back into you, building up a pace you both like, one that always made you come quickly. “Do it sweetie, come on!”

Calum’s palm cradled your jaw as he pulled you in for a kiss, tongue massaging yours while his thumb dragged against your throat, just the slightest pressure on your neck. His other hand slid down your body, smoothing over your nipples and stomach before he pushed his fingers against your clit. He kept his fingers still, but that was still enough to push you over the edge – the way Ashton was pounding into you made your body jolt against Calum’s hand, the friction so perfect it made you see stars as you started cumming. Ash fucked you through your release, chest melting against your vest covered back before his body stiffened, teeth biting down on your neck as he finally reached his own orgasm. You felt his cum filling you up, hot and sticky and so so welcomed – it made you whine when he fucked into you a few more times and you felt him slip out of you.

You felt heavy and tired as your limbs gave out and you crashed against Calum’s chest who was readily waiting to catch you, holding your panting form closely, fitting your head under his chin. A second later a warm, wet cloth was running over your body, softly cleaning you up after your intense love making, and then Ashton joined you too, pulling you away from Cal until he could fit you between their bodies, legs and arms tangled together in a sweaty heap. You felt his forehead knock against yours, noses nuzzled together as he was finally able to kiss you, softly pressing his lips to yours, soothing and loving. Cal hummed happily behind you, his own lips on your ear and the back of your neck as he cuddled you, content in his own pleasure still buzzing through him.

“Missed you, sweets,” he mumbled, tugging on the blankets to pull them back around the three of you. “Thanks for the surprise.”

“Yeah, thanks for the surprise,” Ashton giggled quietly, voice full of excitement and love. “You have no idea how much we needed this. Needed you.”

“I can still feel it dripping out of me, just saying,” you whispered, trying to keep your own giggle at bay, but couldn’t help it anymore when you felt their fingers attack you, tickling your skin wherever they could reach you. “No, stop it!”

“Gonna need to bring you on tour with us from now on,” Calum sighed as his hand settled back around your waist. “You always have an attitude when we leave you alone for too long.”

“You just gotta fuck the attitude out of me again and again, huh?” you moved a little until you could push against both of them, a moan leaving your lips when you felt Ashton roll his hips into you again, his cock already hardening against your stomach.

“Don’t mind if we do, baby. Right, Cal?”

You felt the other boy groan, his own dick twitching against your ass.

“So fucking right.”

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Lifetime Supply: Chapter 7

(read chapter 6 by gainerstories here)

Ryan awoke to find his gut smeared with frosting, cake crumbs littering his chest hair, and Antoine’s body wrapped around his. He reached for his phone and instinctively opened Instagram, frustrated to see that Luke still hadn’t replied to his DM. 

Are you someone I can talk to about getting my snack needs met? Ryan read over his message, wondering if he should have said something different. Two weeks had passed, and his message was just hanging there, crying out for attention. Sort of like Ryan’s big, fat belly.

Ryan slowly extricated himself from Antoine’s determined cuddling, careful not to wake his sleeping fuckbuddy. Once again, the sex wasn’t anything special, but Antoine was an enthusiastic lay, and very generous with the food. In fact, he had coaxed an entire supermarket sheet cake into Ryan’s hungry gut.

Of course, sex had become a pretty different experience from what Ryan was used to. Jason was an exclusive top, and as obnoxious as he could be, he knew what he was doing in bed. Antoine, on the other hand, was a strict bottom. An eager, sniff-poppers-and-cross-your-fingers kind of bottom. Ryan had topped guys before, but the extra pounds were more of a challenge—and a turn-on—than he had anticipated. For starters, he’d lost some length to his growing fat pad. And all the weight around his hips gave each thrust more power. But he couldn’t deny enjoying the feeling of his own buttocks jiggling as he railed slender Antoine.

It was hardly the sort of sex Ryan fantasized about, but it was still a good enough release. He was surprised by the sharp contrast between their bodies. Antoine had skinny hips but a nice ass, round and firm. As he went to work, Ryan couldn’t help but notice how much wider he was, and the way his gut bounced and slapped against Antoine’s toned back. By the time the two men came, Ryan was sweating bullets and practically winded from the exertion. After that, he leaned back and let Antoine hand-feed him the rest of the cake, a messy experience that was basically as enjoyable as the fucking itself.

Once he was on his feet, Ryan stepped over the bare plastic cake tray, picking up his clothes from Antoine’s messy bedroom floor. He pulled on his underwear, the meshy fabric stretched to near-transparency over his bulging rear-end. And then he started the process—and it really was a process—of getting into his pants. Heaving, tugging, pleading, swearing, panting, sucking, and finally, after what felt like an almost biblical struggle, closing the button just below his ballooning belly.

Ryan regretted wearing a button-down. He was still bloated from the night before, and even on an empty stomach, his patterned shirt was starting to collapse under the pressure of so much flesh. He shrugged it on, feeling it pull taut over his broad back. He sucked in as hard as he could, and it buttoned, but it was a desperate sight. It was a made-in-Cambodia fast fashion shirt, and the buttons looked to be at their absolute limit. One wrong move and that thing would pop open like a can of biscuit dough. I could go for some biscuits, Ryan thought, in spite of himself.

Once he was dressed—“decent” would be an overstatement—Ryan quietly eased open the bedroom door and slipped out. Antoine’s roommate looked at him with thinly-veiled disgust over his morning bowl of granola, but Ryan ignored him, slipping out the front door. He was in the mood for some breakfast of his own.

He loaded up on fast food to tide him over on his way home, before striding into his apartment with a spring in his step. He felt good—sexed up, well fed, and ready for the day. He was pleased to see Cory making what looked like a nice, big breakfast, and he made a point of asking him to make enough for three. Or four, really, since Ryan usually ate for two.

“Damn, Ry, you’re gonna eat all of that?” Ahmed asked, when he saw Ryan’s heaping portion of waffles, pancakes, sausages and bacon. “Maybe save some for the rest of us!”

“I’m a growing boy,” Ryan said, through a mouthful of waffle. That was becoming a bit of a catchphrase, at this point. “And I—urp—worked up quite an appetite last night.” He neglected to mention that that appetite had been more than satisfied by an entire sheet cake.

“Obviously,” Ahmed said, arching an eyebrow. “You’re gonna scare off this Antoine guy if you keep this up, though.”

Ryan shrugged, taking a large bite of sausage. He pawed at his belly, conscious of how far apart the buttons gaped, revealing thick slabs of hairy fat. “He’s got some pretty specific tastes. Good taste, clearly.”

Cory chuckled, “I guess Ryan’s big appetite has an admirer.”

Ryan got a kick out of that. Clearly Cory was catching on, even if Ahmed was still in the dark about Antoine’s “unique” preferences.

“Speaking of big appetites, another box arrived for you today,” Ahmed said. “This one’s even bigger than the last one. And it’s only been a week! I thought you told them to ease up?”

“Yeah, I told him to hit the brakes. And then I got hungry, so I told him to floor it. Bigger boxes, more often.”

Ahmed’s eyes widened. “Holy shit, are you serious? Damn, you’re gonna be a whale.”

Ryan felt a little stirring. He shifted in his seat, acutely aware of how much he was starting to like comments about his expanding size.

“Well, don’t expect any more help from me,” Ahmed added. “I really gotta cool it with this bulk.”

Ryan glanced at his roommate, noticing how tight his shirt looked—and not just around his now-prominent pecs and increasingly impressive biceps. He poked Ahmed’s little beer gut. “Yeah, I’ll believe that when I see it. Besides, I don’t think Cory minds, am I right?” He looked at the slender guy across the breakfast table.

Cory blushed a little, glancing down at his own plate, which sported a single piece of toast. “I don’t mind,” he agreed.

After breakfast, Ryan tore into his Adesco box while he started on a freelance programming project. Coding was so much more enjoyable with food.

And Luke was making sure he had plenty to eat. The new boxes were twice the size of the old ones, and they arrived twice as often. Ryan felt like he was drowning in delicious, mass-produced snacks.

It wasn’t like he was trying to gain weight. He just liked food. And he was hungry all the damn time! When he and Jason had completely cut out refined sugar, he remembered Jason explaining that sugar was addictive. The more you eat, the more you crave. “And besides,” Jason had said, “Carbs aren’t filling. They’re just empty calories.” And so their relationship had been an endless parade of baked chicken breast, stir-fried tofu and other lean proteins.

Not anymore, though. Now that Ryan had started down that sugary road, paved with countless Adesco boxes, all of those restrictions and limitations were a thing of the past. He liked sugar. He liked refined carbs. He wanted more of them, all the time, as much as he could eat. And he could eat a lot.

Packing on the pounds was an inevitable side-effect. He didn’t sit down and do the math properly, but he guessed that if he was gaining almost two pounds a week with the old boxes, that number was bound to go up. But he didn’t care—clearly dreamy Luke enjoyed what he was doing to Ryan’s body, and if a guy like Luke wanted him bigger and fatter, Ryan was happy to oblige. Especially if all he had to do was sit around and eat his favourite foods from dawn until dusk.

He adapted to the new boxes quickly. At first, finishing so much food before the next box arrived was impossible. Then, it was a challenge. And after a couple of weeks, it was just a part of Ryan’s lifestyle.

Ahmed and Cory seemed stunned at how much Ryan was eating. Every waking moment he had food in his hands, and yet he still went in on whatever takeout order Ahmed was craving. And now that he had his degree, he didn’t need to go to campus anymore, which meant that his lifestyle was more sedentary than ever. He just sat on his ass, on his computer, eating and eating, gaining and gaining, month after month.

And tantalizing Luke with tales of his gluttony and growth. He was still bitter that Luke had never gotten back to his DM—so this guy would break up his relationship, but he was too high and mighty to stray from his own? But whenever Ryan’s phone lit up with that familiar 800 number, Ryan was happy to hop on and paint an increasingly lewd picture of just what Adesco was doing to him.

“Just checking in to confirm that you were satisfied with your most recent delivery,” Luke said, one day.

“Oh, man, was I ever, Luke,” Ryan said. He loved laying it on thick. He imagined Luke perched on his perfect ass in some drab little office, practically drooling into the handset of his office phone. “Those kettle chips? Mmh, better than sex.”

“Ah—um, that’s great. And you liked our new product, the hazelnut cream cakes?”

“Liked them? Luke, if you keep sending me those, I’m gonna need to reinforce my chair,” he said. “I swear, I’m like an eating machine when it comes to those boxes. You should see me going to town on those hazelnut things. Cream everywhere.”

A sharp intake of breath. “We’re so glad to hear that. And tell me about the fudge sandwich cookies, do you enjoy those?”

Ryan gave a little moan. He was glad these calls weren’t being recorded for training purposes. “Those are some of my favourites, man. Sometimes I’ll just crack open a package, and it’ll be empty in 20 minutes, flat. It’s not easy to fill this gut, you know?”

Another gasp. Ryan grinned. This kinky little fucker really did like mixing business and pleasure.

“I—that’s—sure. Right. And, uh, you’ve…” Ryan could sense Luke searching for words. “You’ve noticed your capacity has increased?”

Ryan’s grin widened, and he trailed a hand across his bountiful gut. It was firm from all the snacks he’d stuffed into it. “My capacity?”

Luke hesitated. “I mean, uh, you’re eating more? Of the snacks we send you?”

“Is that a question you normally ask?”

Luke cleared his throat. “Well, we haven’t done a prize giveaway like this since 1977. So this is uncharted territory for both of us.”

I bet it is, Ryan thought. “Yeah, my ‘capacity’ is crazy now. Before I used to have a bit of an appetite, but since I won this damn contest… I swear, Luke, I feel like I’ve eaten more this past year than I have in my whole life. And I don’t see that changing any time soon, not with the way my appetite is expanding.”

Ryan could hear Luke’s breathing through the phone. He imagined him ending the call and dashing off to the bathroom in a horny daze. “Well, we’re so glad you’re enjoying it. I’ll get a thank-you box sent to your address as soon as possible. Thank you. Good day.”

And then the call was disconnected. Ryan grinned, and reached for another bag of chips, acutely aware of the way his dick was throbbing against the underside of his belly.

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A Rose at Twilight (4)

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Summary: From the series ‘Imagine your Thorin poster coming to life at night’. You notice that someone has been visiting you at night; things have moved and roses start appearing on your dresser. Your nightly visits with none other than Thorin Oakenshield start becoming more intense, passionate, and he is eager for you to return to Middle-earth and be his Queen. However, your abusive boyfriend Ryan stands in your way, intent on making your life hell. Will you and Thorin overcome all the obstacles to begin your new life together as King and Queen? And is your past with an abusive boyfriend the only challenge you now face in a new world? Your new friends and family help you uncover all your strength that you never realised you had. But will it be enough to fight away your past and the rising opposition of you becoming the Queen of Erebor?

Warnings: Domestic violence, emotional abuse, mental abuse, physical abuse, smut, oral sex, fluff, anxiety, depression, reference to suicide, poisoning, hospitalisation, strangulation, nightmares, character death.

Pairings: Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader, Fem!Reader/Original Male Character 

Comments/Notes: Originally posted last year on fizzy-custard under the imagine title ‘Imagine your Thorin poster coming to life’. This fic is now 20-odd chapters long over on AO3, so if you want to skip ahead, the link is above and also in my blog header. If you wish to be added to any series, character or fandom tag list, message me or send an ask.

Your whole life seemed to have been torn apart and burned right before you. All of the excitement, hopes and dreams had been smashed, taken from you in one act of anger and jealousy. 

As you sat on your bedroom floor, holding the remnants of your poster, you wept. This was the doorway to your future, the very future that you had been planning on beginning with Thorin. 

***

The police took your statement about the events, and despite you telling them who you knew had ransacked your flat, and showing them the text message you had received an hour previously, you still knew that very little would be done to bring Ryan to justice. He would probably get away with a slap on the wrist and told not to do it again. 

For the first day after crying yourself to sleep, and you sat in disbelief, your hands tracing the ripped poster in your hands. Your world had broken apart, shattered like the glass still littering your hallway. You walked around your flat completely lifeless, breaking into tears on and off throughout the day, your hand curling around Thorin’s ring which was on a chain around your neck. This was the only thing you had left of him, the real Thorin. 

It took two days for you to even begin cleaning up the broken glass, to tidy up all the books which had been thrown across rooms and even scrub the smeared human excrement out of your sofa; that was a typical Ryan statement. One of your work mates, Luke, had even offered to help you after hearing of your situation when you had called in work and asked to take a few days to get everything back in order. 

“He’s a fucking arsehole,” Luke hissed as he saw all the mess across your living room carpet. 

Thanks for that, Captain Obvious, you thought sarcastically to yourself. But you just faked a weak smile and offered Luke a cup of tea and thanked him again for his proposed help. 

Luke worked on your kitchen, putting all of your utensils back and cleaning up the food which had been thrown across surfaces and had congealed, whilst you remained in your room, secretly crying again with the door shut. You stood with your back to the wall, your hand against your mouth as you gasped for air, feeling terror hit you. Your whole body began to shake and you closed your eyes, resting further against the wall and praying Luke wouldn’t hear you. 

Early that evening and Luke turned to you, both of you having cleaned and tidied the majority of the mess and rubbish away. You could tell that look in his face; he was waiting for you to offer that he stay longer, or maybe even show him some kind of physical sign of interest. You backed away and rubbed your temples. 

“Thank you for your help today, mate. I really appreciate it. I need a lie down now. Got a headache coming on, and I think my mom is on about coming round to check on me,” you lied. 

“Oh, okay,” he said, disappointment showing on his face. 

As Luke left your flat you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. Men! They always wanted something in return for their help. 

You ate a take away meal, forcing the food down you as your appetite waned. The pizza seemed quite appealing in the picture on the leaflet that you had kept pinned on your board in the kitchen, but as you opened the box, you wrinkled your nose. 

***

On your third day of being back at work and you were sat alone in the kitchen area next to the stock rooms, drinking a shop brought cup of coffee and a cinnamon bun. So far and things had gone fairly well; your colleagues had asked if you were alright, then swiftly started talking about themselves, as always. You just tried to keep yourself isolated where you could sit with your own thoughts, which always focused on Thorin. 

Luke came into the kitchen, offering a greeting and then switched the kettle on before pulling up a seat in front of you. His eyes began studying Thorin’s ring around your neck which rested on top of your shirt between your breasts. 

“What’s that?” he asked, nodding his head towards the ring. 

You remained silent for a moment, fright hitting you. “Erm, it’s a family heirloom,” you said, faking a smile. “My mom gave it me. I think it was my grandad’s.” 

Luke chuckled. “I hate to say it, but it’s an ugly bloody thing.” 

The smile drained from your face suddenly and an almighty wave of intense anger came over you. “Fuck you!” you shouted, shoving your drink across the table which splashed all down Luke’s chest and arms, covering him in chai latte. 

The legs of the chair screeched across the floor as you shoved it back and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind you. 

You dashed into the ladies toilet and sat down, sobbing. 

***

By the time you got home and it was dark. The street lights illuminated your way as you walked slowly back to your flat, your head low and your eyes stinging with impending tears.

Would this ever get any better? Would you ever truly smile again or feel happiness? It all seemed so impossible, so far away and so out of reach. 

In your room shortly afterwards, you turned on the light and began to get undressed into your pyjamas for the evening. However, something red caught your eye on the floor next to your shredded poster. 

You gasped. 

It was a rose. 

***

Erebor, Middle-earth

Nights in Erebor became cold again for Thorin. He looked at the shards of broken mirror on his bed chamber floor, the mirror which had allowed him to pass through to you. 

When he discovered the broken mirror, he had felt terror hit him hard and he dropped to his knees on the stone floor, instinctively grabbing pieces of glass, only to feel pain strike as one piece ripped through the palm of his hand. How had the mirror been smashed when he always locked his door, not wanting anyone to fall upon his secret? 

On the night that he had found his mirror broken and he remained on the floor, on his knees and with his head bowed. Then he heard your sobs, mixed with calls of his name. 

“My love?” he whispered, his eyes red and swollen. “I can hear you!” 

However, no matter how much he called to you, you didn’t respond, only continued sobbing, oblivious to your connection. 

The sound seemed to be coming from one particular shard of glass which was almost a perfect square in its shape. Thorin picked it up, only to feel his thumb sink through into the reflection of himself. 

***

Thorin pushed a rose through the shard of glass each night and kept it wrapped in silk during the day and in a pocket in his tunic, not wanting this one tiny connection to you to ever get lost. After dark and he would listen to you, your voice coming from inside the piece of mirror and he would smile. He could hear you talking to him, your words always beginning with, “I don’t know if you can hear me.” Then you would talk about your day, you would thank him for the rose, and most importantly, tell him you loved him. 

Through Thorin listening to you, he discovered that it was Ryan who had caused the break in your nightly visits. Thorin grit his teeth and hissed at the piece of mirror in his hand. “It will give me great pleasure, my love, to cause him intense pain!”

During the daytime and Thorin began asking questions in the library, requesting books on alchemy, and had even found one book that wrote of objects having powerful magic cast upon them to connect to other worlds. On that day and he knew what needed to be done: he must try and get word to Gandalf, the one person in Middle earth he knew that would have answers. 

A guard suddenly entered the library, approaching Thorin. 

“Council are ready for you, my Lord,” the guard’s gruff voice came. 

Thorin got up from his seat, spun around and growled at the guard. “Council is cancelled.” Then he stormed out of the library, carrying the old, leather bound book with him, which held his one hope to get to you. The fact that Thorin was abandoning his Kingly duties often in his frustrating mission to be reunited with you, didn’t concern him. Erebor had its King. It now needed, and would have, a Queen. 

Out on the rampart, Thorin waited for Roac after a guard had put out a designated trumpet call for the raven. The bird would be able to fly over all terrain ten times quicker than any man could walk, and get a message to Gandalf, asking him to come as soon as possible. 

Once Roac had been told to seek out Gandalf, the raven flew away with a shrill call into the distance, disappearing onto the horizon. 

Thorin sighed and closed his eyes, praying to Mahal that his One would be able to come home. There was no doubting that you were his destined life partner and companion; his heart, mind and spirit all screamed it. 

Back in his bed chamber and Thorin began to pen a letter to you, his quill scratching quickly and loudly against the parchment. 

My dearest love, 

I spend each waking moment trying to find a way to you, and I promise that I will get to you. 

I have sent word to Gandalf who is our best hope. 

Be strong, and live in faith that we shall be together soon. 

From my heart to yours. 

Your King. 

Thorin rolled up the parchment, tying it with a piece of red silk and waited for sunset. Then he would be able to push it through to you, along with your daily rose. 

***

Two days later and Roac returned. 

“Gandalf is on his way. He is a two-week ride from here, but seems to know of a way to help, my Lord,” Roac told Thorin as he landed on the stone ledge. 

Thorin nodded to the bird, thanking him but also requesting that all information which had been shared, be kept between them both. 

***

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Bros

If you really want to enjoy Nicholas Stoller’s BROS (2022, Peacock+), skip the first scene. There’s no information in it you won’t get later, but what you do get is Billy Eichner’s character, Bobby, doing his podcast and whining incessantly. I know that’s part of his schtick as a comic, but at the start of an almost two- hour rom com, it can be a turn-off. The second scene is a funny awards ceremony in which he’s named “Best Cis White Gay Man” and delivers a speech about his passion, rescuing LGBTQ history. That not only gives Bobby a sympathetic goal, it also does a better job of setting up the film's comic tone, its satirical yet appreciative approach to gay culture. From there, the story of how Bobby and frustrated, heteronormative gay lawyer Aaron (Luke Macfarlane) navigate their inner conflicts to find love works as a gay WHEN HARRY MET SALLY (1989), with Eichner as a hotter Meg Ryan. There’s a lot of material in this film. I think the task of making one of the first studio-backed gay romantic comedies made Eichner and co-writer Stoller want to include everything they could. But a lot of the material is spot on, particularly Eichner’s misadventures with on-line dating and a silly, sexy first-time bedroom scene for the two stars. The relationship develops believably and plays up the film’s political stance in the differences between the two characters. Both Eichner and MacFarlane get to demonstrate more range than they have in their television work, and in the midst of all the comedy, each has some beautifully human moments. The strong supporting cast doesn’t always get as much to do as they could, but Harvey Fierstein, Bowen Yang, Amanda Bearse, Jim Rash and TS Madison have their moments. There are a lot of reasons the film under-performed at the box office: bad timing, its length, that opening scene, the wrong branding, shallow gay critiques from people who don’t believe MacFarlane could fall for someone who looks like Eichner (thereby missing the entire point of the relationship) and, most maddeningly, down-voting on the IMDb from a bunch of bigoted snowflakes afraid that the success of a gay romcom might make their microscopic sex organs fall off. On the plus side, it’s been doing well on demand.

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Timing

Wildmoore Week Day 5 - Alternate Meeting/AU

Alternate Timeline and Alternate Universe are basically the same thing, yes? Let's pretend if not. I borrowed from The Flash Armageddon Part 4 for this fic. As a Wildmoore fan, I'm really hoping you've already watched this crossover. If you haven't, huge HUGE spoilers are ahead. So, you should probably go do that first. Necessary end note also included. DT: @you-are-crazy-beautiful Thanks for the encouragement!

Sophie and Ryan are laying in bed, discussing Ryan’s trip to Central City for her best friend, Iris West’s rehearsal dinner. 

S: Do you really have to go? 

R: You really can’t come? 

These were rhetorical questions. Neither of them could or would change their plans, regardless of how much they wished there was a workable alternative to their current predicament.

S: If it was for anyone else but Jordan, you know I'd be there. Dammit, why didn’t we coordinate this better? 

R: I know, right? I'm sad I'm missing the community center's 10 year anniversary, too. I helped get that thing off the ground!

It wasn't as if Jordan or Iris would have actually exchanged notes on their ideal dates for such important celebrations. Whether this resulted from them enjoying the bliss of ignorance or absent mindedness caused by their hectic lives, it wasn't until a month ago that Sophie and Ryan realized they were going to have to miss the other's event. Sophie is sulking because Ryan's activity is taking her out of town, and Sophie is even a little jealous because she always has such a great time in Central City.

R: But, hey, it’s just a weekend - and not even that: two days and one night. I’ll be back in no time. 

They are on their sides, facing each other. Ryan leans in to kiss her wife. They’ve been making out, off and on, since they woke up, and Ryan is officially behind schedule. Early into their relationship, they’d made a habit of sleeping naked, which meant they were late to a lot of things. And, Sophie has used every weapon in her arsenal to stop Ryan from succeeding in her goal to start getting ready. 

R: Okay, I’m getting up now. 

Sophie has that questioning expression she makes when she's skeptical about something. It seems like an odd reaction to Ryan abandoning her in the bed.

R: What’s that look? 

S: You really think Eobard is the one? 

R: That’s not my job. My job is to be a supportive best friend. 

S: And if it doesn’t work out…?

R: Then my job is still to be a supportive best friend. I didn’t realize you didn’t like him, though. 

S: I didn’t say I didn’t like him. He's fine, I guess.

R: Okay...what, then? 

S: Do you think they’re like us? 

R: I don’t know if anyone is like us - not even Luke and Mary. 

S: You’re probably right. 

R: I have to go, and I’m not even going to kiss you again, because that’s why I’m late in the first place. 

S: And when you get back, we’ll take another look at the donor options? 

Ryan’s jaw drops, shocked at the lengths Sophie is willing to take to stall. 

R: Don’t you think we should settle which one of us is going to carry before we start paying for storage at a cryobank? 

S: I just think we can do those things in parallel. Why not be efficient with our time? 

R: Fiiinnnee. We can look at donors again when I get back. 

Ryan starts to roll over to climb out of the bed. 

S: What’s the hurry, anyway? It’s early in the morning and you’re heading out for a dinner. 

R: Soph, I was supposed to be getting ready 20 minutes ago. I promised to help Iris with whatever she needed. And, you’re trying to trap me in the bed again! 

S: What, my sex appeal isn’t enticing enough for you. I’m not worth being late for. 

R: You’re asking for it. 

Ryan reverses, and pins Sophie onto her back. She starts kissing down her neck and between her breasts. Just as Ryan is gently biting at Sophie’s hip, her phone begins to vibrate. 

S: Ignore it. 

R: It’s probably Iris. 

S: Of course it’s Iris. She’s like Miss Cleo, always knowing exactly when to call and ruin the moment. 

R: Babe, she’s getting married. Remember how much she was there for me when we got married. I'm taking this Maid of Honor thing seriously!

In the back and forth, they missed the call, but the caller is persistent and the phone vibrates again. Sophie surrenders, passing it to Ryan. 

R: Hey bestie! What’s up?

I: Alex says Kelly can’t make it either, so you fellow wives can be each other’s dates. 

R: That’s what you called for? 

I: Yeah, why? Bad time? 

S: Nothing a text couldn’t have accomplished. 

I: Is that Sophie? Tell her I said hey sis! 

R: I will. 

I: You’re leaving soon, right? 

R: Yup. I’ll be out of the door in 15 minutes. 

I: Great! See you soon! 

R: Bye girl. 

Ryan notices Sophie is peering over at her nightstand, clearly considering her options. 

R: You don’t need that. 

S: But you just said…

R: I’m already late.

~~~~~

Ryan made it to Central City an hour later than her initial plan, but Iris had built in plenty of cushion because she’s used to her best friend’s questionable time management, especially when it came to Sophie. After brunch, they spent most of the day running wedding related errands, and the later part of the afternoon getting ready for the Rehearsal Dinner. With Iris’s help, they’re early, and passing time while waiting for the remainder of their friends to arrive.  

I: I really appreciate all of your help today. 

R: Wouldn’t have missed it for the world.

I: Thank you, but I do know it’s not easy for you to leave. 

R: Batwing can take care of Gotham for 5 minutes. 

I: You know that’s not what I meant. 

R: Okay, that part is definitely harder. 

I: Exactly. I knew what 15 minutes meant when I called this morning. 

R: In my defense, Sophie and I had been talking about the baby plan!

I: Mhm…

R: We were! Eventually. 

I: You two are the worst. So, what’s the plan? 

R: I guess we’re going to start with picking a donor, and take it from there. 

I: Do you know what you’re looking for? 

R: Yes and no. 

I: What does that mean? 

R: There are things we know we don’t want. Like, he probably needs to be at least 6 feet tall, because if I carry, we need someone who’s going to offset my height. 

I: Are you thinking of carrying?!! 

R: No idea. 

I: Don’t you think you guys should figure that part out? 

R: That’s what I said?! Why is it so complicated deciding how to have a baby? The bat suit isn’t exactly baby proof, but I can’t force Sophie into 9 months of indigestion and swollen ankles. 

I: Sis, you are spiraling. Do you remember what I told you when I was your Maid of Honor? 

R: No, I was busy getting married, not taking notes.

I: I told you to stop thinking so much and to listen to your heart. If you want to have a baby, your heart will figure out the how. 

~~~~~

Barry Allen, a.k.a The Reverse Flash, interrupted the Iris West and Eobard Thawne Rehearsal Dinner, and then ran off. Team Flash and friends have been scouring every corner of Central City trying to uncover his whereabouts. Batwoman has not had any luck in her search. She gets into the batmobile and decides to check in with Sophie. She selects her wife’s number from the favorites in her contacts. 

S: Babe? Everything okay? 

R: Yup! Just laid out a few muggers and saved a young girl who was living out of her van. 

Ryan recalls the time she needed a hero for the exact same scenario, and the fact that this moment has come full circle is far from lost on her. 

S: That’s my wife! You guys find Allen yet? 

R: I wish. I searched the entire waterfront, and found nothing, but at least I did some good. I’m headed back to Iris to regroup. 

S: Tell her hi for me, and that I’m really sorry I’m not there. Talk to Luke, yet? 

R: No…but I saw his missed call. Why? 

S: You’re going to want to call him back. 

Good old Gotham, having the best, tragic timing ever. Ryan is not going to let whatever doom is pending break her concentration. She didn't actually just call to check in.

R: Alright, but can I run something by you really quick? 

S: Uh oh.

R: It’s nothing bad, I promise. 

S: Okay…What’s up?

R: Well, I’ve been talking to Iris about how we can’t decide who should carry. And, that it’s even kinda hard to pick a donor. 

S: Are you…having second thoughts? 

R: No - never! It’s just…I have been thinking. 

S: Yeah…? 

R: What if we adopt? 

S: Huh. 

Sophie's tone is reflective, which gives Ryan the momentum she needs to push forward.

R: Listen, saving that girl who was living just like I used to, and thinking about how Cora saved me. It feels like maybe that’s what everything was leading to. 

S: Babe…

Ryan hears Sophie's voice break, and she can imagine the way her mouth is twitched to one corner, like it always does when she worries over Ryan. She just hopes Sophie isn't also worried about how to remind Ryan that this wasn't the plan.

R: Will you at least consider it? 

S: No need. Let’s do it.

R: Really?! I was prepared to have to do at least a little more convincing.

S: I’m not going to lie. I have definitely been picturing a miniature version of one of us running around here, but I think you’re right. I think this might be the path we’re meant to take. It just makes sense, and I can actually see it, too. We should adopt.  

R: Ooh, yes! I love you so much! 

S: I love you, too. Hey, we'll talk about it more when you get home, but call Luke, okay?  

R: I’m on it 

S: Miss you. 

R: Miss you, too.  

For continuity and context, I chose to quote Ryan and Iris verbatim from the actual beginning scene in Armageddon Part 4. Use of that copy is in courtesy of the rightful owners, TM & © 2021 Warner Bros. Entertainment Inc. Thanks for sharing, WB!

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Could I get a blurb or something from the AYW family when eddie and reader find out that she is infact pregnant and he's so happy and he can't wait to see her all pregnant with bigger breasts etc. And he loves to help her in anyway he can. And he's so excited about her belly when they do have sex. All the Fluffy stuff but a bit of smut to. Hehe. Thanks!

Eddie is a lovesick puppy all the time, but his pregnant wife? Oh boy. So thankful and happy to write this with my beloved @munson-blurbs 💚

Warnings: smut, p in v, unprotected (wrap to up), pregnant!reader, breeding kink or does this move to pregnancy kink? We all know this Eddie has breeding kink BAD

Words: 2.5k

[As You Wish masterlist]

Eddie’s been on cloud nine from the moment you even suspected you might be pregnant. Now with it confirmed, everyone knowing, and steps rolling along to get things ready for the baby, you’re pretty sure your husband physically can’t get any happier. You’re proved wrong the moment he notices your breasts getting a little larger, though. Then the very beginnings of your baby bump appeared, and Eddie’s hand didn’t leave your stomach for what felt like a week. 

Your husband has always been a gentleman, but he’s kicked it up a notch now that your second trimester has started. He’d always carry things for you, but now he makes the extra effort to go grocery shopping so you don’t have to reach for things on the high shelf or lift the full bags from the cart into the trunk of your car. And he isn’t the only one helping out.

The boys were, for the most part, good about doing their chores. Once in a while you’d have to get on one of them about picking their clothes up off the floor or cleaning up after themselves in the kitchen, but it was never anything major. But as twelve and nine-year-olds, they weren’t exactly known to go the extra mile, either. So, the day you first came home to them working as a team to move the laundry from the washer to the dryer, you almost thought you walked into the wrong house. You hadn’t intended to stand there and watch them as they did the task—they didn’t need a supervisor. But the pure shock kept you rooted in place as you watched Luke toss a dryer sheet in and Ryan reach up to press the correct buttons on the dryer’s control panel. 

“Eddie, the boys did laundry,” you had told him when he came home from work, your wide eyes amusing to the man. 

“I figured it was about time they learn,” he answered, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Helps you out around the house, too.”

“That was your real motive,” you had said, narrowing your eyes at him. 

“So, sue me.” Eddie shrugged and stepped around you to get a bottle of water.

The men of the house have been at this for a few weeks now and it’s honestly nice to have some of your usual duties lifted from your shoulders. Are things done perfectly? No. But they weren’t when you did them, either. At least when Luke got Ryan’s clothes and Ryan got Luke’s this time, they could blame themselves instead of you. 

The boys have even been changing their own sheets and putting the clean ones on. Luke’s been so proud of himself that you don’t have the heart to tell him that he’s been putting the bottom sheet on inside out this entire time. 

The domestic bliss of it all fills you with a soothing warmth, like you’re being wrapped in the softest downy blanket. Sometimes you’re afraid this is all a dream and you’re going to wake up in your apartment back in college, late for some class before you have to go pick up the boys from school so you can babysit them. When that happens, you usually walk over to the large fake crystal bowl on the counter where you keep your keys and pull out your set. On your keychain there’s a small, laminated Shrinky Dink that says “Luke” that was given to you the first Mother’s Day that you were with Eddie. The first year they saw you as a mother figure more than a babysitter. 

You run the pad of your index finger along the rough plastic edge of the Shrinky Dink and the tiny little pricks of pain are another reminder that you’re not dreaming. 

Getting ready for bed that night, you tighten the belt of your lavender bath robe before grabbing a cloth to wash your face. This bathroom never used to seem as cold as it has to you these past few months. Pregnancy does weird things to your body. 

“Oh!” Eddie says as he steps into the bathroom. He snaps his fingers and spins around to head back into the bedroom. A moment later he comes back with a plastic drugstore bag in his hands. “I got this for you today. I know you said your gums are being more sensitive now, so I thought this might help.”

He offers you a plastic and cardboard package, a jade green toothbrush inside, and the words “Soft-Bristled Brush!” emphasized on the front. The hormones well up in you but you force them back down, refusing to cry over a toothbrush.

“Thank you, baby,” you say. “Now I can throw out that mean, old medium strength one.” 

Eddie chuckles and presses a kiss to your head as he passes by to get to the shower. 

As you scour your dresser drawers for pajamas, lacy material grazes your fingertips—maternity lingerie, courtesy of Jess, who swore Eddie would go absolutely feral over it. 

Her exact words were actually “he’ll cream his jeans,” but that was neither here nor there. 

Your eyes flit back to the bathroom where your husband is currently bathing. Your husband—the man you love and adore, who doted on you before you got pregnant and is the epitome of devotion now that you’re actually carrying his child. The alleviation of chores, the special toothbrush…maybe he deserves a little reward. 

As quickly as you can—which isn’t all that fast, considering your new center of gravity, you put on the babydoll slip, adjusting it so the slit down the middle showcases your bump. The matching set of panties almost feels like a waste, considering how swiftly Eddie will tear them off, but you step into them anyway and complete the look. 

There’s a clattering in the bathroom, jolting your already buzzing nerves. You know better than to ask what’s going on; over the years, you’ve found that many questions are best left unanswered. 

“Babe, have you seen my—holy fuckin’ shit.” Eddie’s eyes widen when he takes in the sight of you. The towel wrapped around his waist tents where his erection begins to burgeon. 

“Seen your what?” You bat your eyelashes, exaggerating your innocence, as you caress your bump. 

He shakes his head. “Doesn’t matter.” His hands are drawn to your sides, thumbs brushing over the swell of your stomach. “What’s all this for?”

“Just wanted to thank you for being such an amazing husband, even when I’m tired or moody or—”

“Baby,” Eddie cuts in, “all I’ve done is get you a new toothbrush and delegate chores to the boys. I should be thanking you for having my baby…and looking so damn good doing it.”

With that, he gets on his knees, grabs your thighs until his fingertips sink into your plush skin, and kisses the bump. 

“You’re perfect.” 

He moves forward on his knees, gently guiding you backwards until the back of your thighs hit the soft cotton sheets of your mattress. Large hands follow your hips onto the bed and quickly move down your legs to slip your panties off.

“Eds?”

“Hmm?”

“I, um,” you pause, feeling insecurity creep up in you despite your arousal, “haven’t been able to shave as well as I used to…”

Eddie pays your words no mind, instead just uses his pointer and middle fingers to part your lips and lick a stripe up your center. 

“‘S not gonna stop me.” His voice is gravelly, deep, and it sends a pleasant shiver up your spine. 

He takes your clit between his lips, tongue gently flicking over the bud. Giving it a little suck, he drops his unoccupied hand to your thigh and squeezes. 

You can’t help the way your hips move, as though of their own accord, grinding your core against his face. Eddie notices it, too, pulling away briefly to tease you. 

“Needy little thing tonight, hm?” His smirk glistens with your arousal. 

You’re in no position to argue; you simply nod and thread your fingers through his curls in a silent plea for him to resume licking at you. 

Eddie takes the hint, his tongue eagerly finding your hole and fucking it wildly. 

“Eddie, shit, holy fucking shit!” You find your voice in time for your orgasm to crash over you, crying out your husband’s name as he brings you that beautiful release. 

When he stands up, panting, you can see just how hard he is. The towel must have slipped off while his face was buried between your legs, and he’s now stark naked in front of you. 

“Tried to look at you while I ate your pussy, but, uh…” his cheeks tinge red, “couldn’t quite see you over this.” He cradles your bump, pressing his erection into your thigh. The pre-cum that’s beaded at the tip sticks to your leg, a reminder of what you do to him.

You flop back on the mattress, breathing heavily with a lazy smile on your face. 

Eddie crawls up over your body, chuckling when he catches your euphoric expression. 

“Feel good, baby?” he asks.

“Mhmm,” you hum, eyes drifting shut.

Eddie parts the sheer panels of the baby doll top so your emerging bump is on full display, pressing kisses in the valley between your breasts and working downward. 

He stops when he reaches your stomach. “Wish I could just keep you pregnant. Fuck, you look amazing like this.”

“So do it,” you mumble lazily.

“Don’t tempt me,” Eddie says, looking up at you with another smirk. 

He pauses, delaying removing his hands from your belly but craving being inside you. 

“Ride me, baby?”

You giggle. “Gonna need some help.”

Eddie nods, standing up and kissing you with his hands on your cheeks. “Anything. Anything for you. Christ, you’re a goddess.”

He helps you on top, his hands on your hips and holding your bump. Without further hesitation, he lines himself up and you sink onto his cock, letting yourself be filled entirely. 

“F-Feels so good.”

Eddie grunts. “That’s because this pussy belongs to me. You belong to me.” 

You just moan in response, so he grips your hips tighter and growls, “say it.”

“I belong to you,” you whimper, tightening around him as he thrusts up into you. “I’ll do anything for you, Eddie.”

After a few minutes, a newly-familiar ache creeps into your chest. Though you try to hide your wince, Eddie is all-too aware of your every move.  

“What’s wrong?” He stops thrusting, grabbing your wrists and pulling your attention to him. 

You gently maneuver out of his grasp and cup your breasts. “They’re just really sore from the, um, bouncing.” This never happened before pregnancy, but their extra sensitivity has you feeling every twinge of discomfort. 

Eddie pouts, not from disappointment, but from the realization that you’re in some pain. 

“C’mere, sweetheart.”

He withdraws, earning a whimper from you before he gently guides you onto your back and places a pillow beneath your lower back. 

“I’ll take it a little slower, yeah?”

You nod, your warmth enveloping him once again. He thrusts languidly, holding back so he doesn’t hurt you, and his carefulness has you connecting your lips to his. 

“I love you,” you mumble into his mouth. “I love you so much, Eddie.”

“I love you, too.”

His words, his movements, and your earlier orgasm are a perfect combination. You come undone, clenching around his cock and digging your nails into his back. 

“There you go,” Eddie coos, kissing just below your ear. “Baby, can I go a little faster? Is that okay?”

He rarely begs you; normally, you’re the one pleading with him to let you come. 

“S’okay, Eds.” You smile and he returns it, bracing his elbows on either side of your head. 

He slams into you, burying himself to the hilt and tucking his head into the crook of your neck. 

“Fuck—feels s’good—gonna come.” The words barely leave his mouth before he’s spilling into you, filling you with his seed. His body against yours and his release coating your walls has you falling into a foggy haze—the closeness, the intimacy, the safety you feel with Eddie is stronger than anything you’ve ever felt before. It’s only grown fiercer since carrying his baby.

The moment he pulls out of you and starts to move from hovering over your body, you tug him down next to you. Eddie laughs as you practically wrap him up in a death grip as he bounces against the pillows. 

“Well, this is one way to cuddle,” he says. 

“Got overexcited,” you say as you loosen your grip on him.

He doesn’t go too far though, immediately moving so that you can tuck into his side. As you move to slide closer, there’s a sharp intake of breath and your right hand instinctively goes to hold your bump.

“Baby?” Eddie asks, sitting up in concern, careful not to jostle your body. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

You shake your head as you scoot closer to him again. The sharp jab of pain vanished as quickly as it was sprung on you. A subtle aftershock rolls through you, but it’s barely even detectable.

“Just some mild contractions. Doctor said they can happen after sex sometimes. They’re not, like, baby contractions,” you explain. 

Eddie visibly relaxes, shoulders dropping, and lays back against the pillows with you. “So, my excellent fucking skills didn’t send you into super early labor?”

A snort of laughter bursts out of you as you lay your head down on Eddie’s warm, solid chest.

“Sorry, Eds. Baby’s gotta stay put till she’s fully cooked.”

Your husband gives you a fake groan but smiles the whole time, kissing you tenderly. 

“All right,” he says. “But I heard from someone who shall not be named—”

“Steve?”

“Who shall not be named, that sex can help induce labor. In case you need some assistance in a few months.”

You smirk. “Let me know if anyone’s offering. There’s that cute guy at the grocery store—”

Eddie tackles you, taking care not to hurt the bump, pressing sloppy, silly kisses to your cheek and neck. You squeal with laughter and try to push him off of you.

“I’m kidding! I’m kidding!”

Eddie pulls back and smiles down at you. “You better be. Because this,” he gestures to your lingerie-clad pregnant body, “is mine and only mine.”

“Well, this,” you say, gesturing to your own body, “has to pee.”

Eddie pouts as you slide off the bed, eyes not leaving your frame for a moment.

“But we were gonna cuddle,” he whines.

You walk into the bathroom as you shrug your shoulders.

“Take it up with your daughter,” you say before closing the door.

With a dramatic sigh, Eddie rolls onto his back and stares up at the ceiling. His thoughts linger on your last sentence and the smile that was already on his face grows until it becomes a beaming grin.

“Holy shit,” he whispers to himself. “I’m going to have a daughter.”

[zalrb]

OTH 1x07 Rewatch

If by ‘weird vibe’ you mean absolutely no chemistry then you would be correct. I can’t even give them the narrative, everything about them feels forced, I can feel the writing trying to make me care about them and I should never feel like the writing is trying to manipulate me.

Their whole thing reminds me of the opening lines of Sk8er boi “He was a boy, she was a girl, can I make it anymore obvious?” because that’s what the narrative is doing like, Peyton’s tortured, he’s tortured so obviously they’re going to have a thing, without Chad and Hilarie having the chemistry to make that work whereas again with Marissa and Ryan, if I were to be like, “He was a boy ,she was a girl, can I make it anymore obvious?” and overlayed it on their driveway scene, their vibe would do the heavy lifting.

It also makes no sense that Peyton would invite Lucas to Dan’s house to talk about their relationship when the last time Lucas went to a Nathan Scott party, he was humiliated and Nathan stole her car to drive another girl home.

Honestly, Naley eventually becomes really cute but Haley starting to look at Nathan differently because he said two lines about having emotions and gave her a bracelet from a Cracker Jack box has me like ... girl. Which again, this is why I generally don’t like these kinds of storylines because the asshole character does the bare minimum and the character who’s meant to know better is immediately like THEY’RE NOT WHAT YOU THINK. And it’s made worse by the fact that Haley doesn’t know the other shit that Nathan is done, she wasn’t there for the prom video or for when he said that Dan wished Lucas was a stain, she doesn’t know that after dropping her off in Peyton’s car, he got into a hit and run, said he didn’t care if Peyton got in trouble, tried to pin it on Lucas, went back home and asked Peyton if she wanted to have sex. Nathan is horrible and a cracker jack bracelet is enough to semi-erase that? Lol K.

All of these characters making stupid decisions in service of drama, why would Keith and Karen go to Dan’s event?

There’s something to be said for how Breyton isn’t the best because of the Lucas agenda but I would say from Brooke’s side. Like two episodes ago Brooke gives Peyton a wakeup call about how she lets Nathan treat her like shit and now because she’s trying to go for Lucas, she’s telling Peyton they’re meant to be together. Inconsistent. Peyton is consistently shitty to Brooke.

Girl, WHY.

but this actually hasn’t happened yet! He’s just made like four corny jokes and you laughed. Oh my God, these episodes are painful.

Everyone looks like they’re going to a funeral

I like how Lucas just not being an active asshole is what makes him a really good kid. Like he hasn’t really done anything except not be actively terrible.

Jake just STAYS skulking.

I just find pre-Brucas BL interactions hilarious because, like,

and when he says this

it’s like how many times did you have to remind yourself?

I like how Theresa is the go to side character to make it seem like more than seven people exist in this high school.

I’m not saying what Brooke is doing at the event is excusable, I am saying that the episodes we’ve seen up until now, Brooke isn’t actually mean-spirited. And Nathan getting irritated at her is like sit down, sir, you were publicly humiliating Lucas two seconds ago.

And again, things that are avoidable but are done to ratchet up drama in a show with already pretty bad writing makes me roll my eyes. There’s literally no reason for Haley to interrupt Peyton and Lucas, the writers just wanted to interrupt their second kiss.

I’m sorry, I’m just laughing because this is supposed to be sincerity

and it looks like a line. You need to channel

Jake is more Luke than Luke.

My guy looks sincere with practically everyone.  But Peyton.

I remember in the commentary Mark was saying that everyone thought Jake’s secret was that he was gay, which is why Brooke makes that comment at the party and I was like why would being gay make Jake come to school late and leave early?

Webcam thing always weird.

[circular-time]

#so she might at least have tried to moderate that and answer questions about her past while hiding her present

i hadnt put it together like this but yeah oh thats exactly what shes doing! trying to offer yaz some insight in past concerns while still hiding new concerns (not like shes been doing such a great job talking about past concerns but the intention was there :P) which is obviously not what yaz wants like, yeah she wants to know about what was up but she also just wants the doctor to trust her with all things i think

and your tags about men writing relationships between women are on point too but im also like. why would they be good at that you know? like i think it's fine if men cant write relationships between women super well, just let women write! asdhkfjh just get a woman to write! (im still of the opinion that not having a female showrunner for the first female doctor was a big missed opportunity. like im very happy with what chibnall has done but that choice just doesnt make sense to me at all)

On the one hand YES YES YES RACHEL TALALAY SHOULDA BEEN SHOWRUNNER ARGH or at least more female writers to write/edit this.

But on the other hand I don't wanna let Chibs off the hook for using Jack and Dan (and even Ryan) to tell Thirteen and Yaz how they feel and act as catalysts for their relationship arc.

I started writing this about 6am and it somehow turned into one of my LONG POST IS LONG essays with lots of thinky thoughts, so... SPOILERS to Eve of the Daleks, and...

See, female writers write male characters broships and relationships all the time, and we don't think twice about it. Aside from fanfic, if you look at any genre, from mystery to SF, there's some pretty notable guy-guy friendships and teams written by female authors from Bunter and Peter Wimsey in Dorothy Sayers to Kirk, Spock and McCoy in ten jillion official Star Trek novels including (especially!) those penned by @dduane .

It's like how little girls grow up learning to identify with and empathize with male protagonists from Christopher Robin and Frodo to Luke Skywalker and Captain America, but there's still a lot of people — even folks we like such as Peter Davison — who don't realize the limitation they place on boys or the ramifications it has for society down the road by saying they need male role models because (obviously) they can't identify with a female protagonist such as the Thirteenth Doctor.

I dunno. I didn't watch the Marvel movies (gasp), but was there a female character stepping in all the time to moderate the relationship and facilitate communications between Steve and Bucky? Seems like that wouldn't be necessary to play out that kind of drama.

I'm happy that Yaz's crush on the Doctor isn't subtext and is being written as Just A Thing That Happens, never mind they're both women, she's had a crush for a long time, obviously, and the Doctor's very fond of her but It's Complicated (tm), and that's good drama. I really did cry when Yaz cried and said "what am I gonna do, Dan?" because bloody hell, we've been there, and okay it's even more of a mess because the Doctor is an alien who is hiding even her NAME, but that particular cry of distress parallels the experience of a queer person (a) realizing they're queer and (b) not wanting to destroy a great friendship when you don't know whether your friend would be freaked out by finding out their same-sex BFF has a crush on them. Because there's no going back when you say it, and that is always a danger.

THAT is real, and I commend Chibs for writing that bit of gay angst 500% spot on.

And I love the character of Dan. I can see why everyone was excited about John Bishop. I wish it had been a different season he came aboard, not during the only season we'll probably EVER get that had the the opportunity to explore a friendship/BFFship/somethingship between two women (why is that so, so, SO RARE in media, rarer than a transit of Venus in SF?) but given that Chibs is a limited writer who wants to be more inclusive but seems most comfortable writing female protagonists who are as repressed and uncommunicative and antisocial as a lot of male nerds 😉 Dan may have been the best way to get over the writer's block he seemed to be having in getting Yaz and the Doc to (gasp) actually COMMUNICATE. Except they still haven't. But there's at least some overtures on the Doctor's part, so maybe she'll say a few things five seconds before regenerating.

I'm okay with an f/f ship in canon that's doomed and doesn't play out. That happens with the m/f ships with the Doctor as well: it's a side effect of the Doctor hanging out with a species with such a short lifespan and different life experiences who can only see a few facets of them. As long as it plays out in a way that's true to character, and so far, it has. I hope the Doctor and Yaz will finally, FINALLY talk. And I hope Chibs can find a way to let Yaz get out of this ALIVE having become the person she wants to be, instead of having her whole life ruined by or changed in tragic ways by the Doctor, which seems to be the default companion exit of new who. That's one thing I liked about classic Who, that companions found themselves by traveling with the Doctor and made a better life with what they'd learned through their adventures, rather than becoming sucked into the Doctor's orbit like a planet getting too close to its star and getting burned/damaged/torn apart/violently flung away. Chibs gave Ryan and Graham a classic Who ending, and signs point to him intending to do the same for Yaz, so I have hope.

Which just leaves us with a big juicy question mark of bittersweet angst over how much more Thasmin we'll get before the end of all this. Because it's not the ONLY thing we want out of Jodie's last two eps, despite the fact we've been waiting for it so long. We want Thirteen (and Yaz!) to be heroic and wonderful characters and have a few more good times and great adventures before the end. This is just an added layer that's gonna make Jodie's departure hit us even harder than it would've already, despite her Doctor really being A Bit of an Asshole sometimes behind all the fun and and curiosity and mad delight and courage and feral daft Doctor-ishness.

... All of which is just my own biased opinion, obviously.

[mischas]

Ok so I think about them an unhealthy amount so here's the ask I asked about a while ago.

Their sexual dynamics are kinda fascinating and in another show that would've been explored more. (I have so many questions- some of them are on a literary level and the others not so much lol)

Marissa said that they never had a problem with attraction and being emotionally unavailable made them want each other more. Their difference in experience and how it might have affected their dynamic- ex: Ryan sleeping with Theresa soon after splitting with Marissa (who had a regretful sexual experience with her ex and was waiting with Ryan) because of old habits, but she said like one line about it and that's it. (Now that I think about it, it's weird that Ryan said before their date that he's never, like, fully dated girls before aside from hooking up even though Theresa existed, I guess he wasn’t counting that because it was on and off?). We saw how Marissa's trauma of being assaulted affected their sex life but only for like one time when it's an interesting discussion too, and so could've been the Gabrielle predatory thing (when he said that he was with another girl and Marissa pointed out that she was a woman- knowing this show she probably meant it in a "omg she's so experienced im so jealous" kinda way but it's clear that her being older wasn't ok for her, at least not as ok as it was for him.

There's also all the sexual jealousy (as it's apparent from my asks, MV jealousy era was my favourite for being funny af, but there's also Ryan/Gabrielle and Luke/Marissa which were just painful) but also despite the intensity, there's a bit of assurance and comfort there ("what strippers? I don't know any strippers"/"you got a lap dance?"). They were being walked in on all the time and Marissa did say she wasn’t into PDA much (but I'm not sure if it was about Trey?) they were also "one of those couples" which means they didn’t keep their hands off each other, either. Ooh there is so much material lol- I shudder to think but HBO Ryissa would've been like 👀

You know this is something I was thinking about a few weeks ago. I'm probably not gonna answer this well but it's gonna be long. So first off, it is very insane for Marissa to say that she and Ryan were going at it during all of s3 when the narrative is relatively sexless for every couple until it's turned up wildly in 3x18 for a ratings and demographic shift (other people can speak about this better than I). I've talked about that 3x18 line before and it's so weird to shoehorn it in like they do; we're supposed to believe RM have been fucking this whole time? What? 3x14 showed us in their intimate scene that they haven't been doing this a lot since it serves as a means of reuniting them. But, hey, maybe they have and it's just weird shit between M/B that kept it from our consciousness. But like I said earlier, this season was so sexless until much later when it's turned up to 100 (and those irl dynamics were also very bad so like.... mess).

We're also supposed to believe RM didn't sleep together after 2x20 when "I think we can do better than the front seat of Sandy's car" is insanely suggestive. Not to say they did it right after getting back together but like....... idk. Them only having sex for the first time in 3x03 is narratively so far-fetched. Obv there weren't a lot of times they could in s2 since they're kept apart for plot reasons and then as soon as they reunite the Trey stuff happens.

BUT

Their comfortability in mid-s1 when they're dating is so easy. It's very hard to believe these teens weren't sleeping together. Ryan is largely unsupervised and pretty much has his own apartment! And they're both not virgins as we know. It's only when Marissa says in 1x19 that they haven't that we all have to be like oh??? And it's a teen soap so these things are usually documented for the audience, but still it's like please. Especially after 1x14.

All that said, lol, the way I see RM approaching intimacy is that from a young age neither of the two really associate sex with love. We know Ryan's experienced by 16 (though I personally think he exaggerates how many girls he's been with). There's at least Theresa who clearly did not exist in the narrative until 1x11. There's no way she and her mom wouldn't be in Ryan's mind when he's been abandoned in 1x01 and calling all his friends for a place to stay. So!!

For whatever (plot) reason, RM don't sleep together until 3x03. But Marissa rushes into sex with Luke in 1x06 for all the reasons I mentioned here. And she's incredibly hurt in 1x26/1x27 to learn that Ryan rushed into sex with Theresa right after their breakup. She spends the summer between s1 and s2 thinking about that and probably assuming they have sex then too (she looks surprised to hear in 2x02 that it "wasn't like that at all"). And then she starts having casual sex with DJ that summer. The DJ storyline is so so bad from its inception but we're at least led to believe she's sexually active. They tried to make DJ a viable romantic option but it was so bad from the start that at least it finally ends.

Marissa doesn't even get to associate sex with real, heartfelt romantic feelings until Alex and that's then pulled out like a rug from under her before they pivot her back to Ryan when Lindsay leaves. So she still doesn't associate sex with love. THEN she's assaulted and goes through all that fun trauma. R/L have a few scenes that imply they may be sleeping together but I think if they did we'd have seen it or at least heard about it.

Which brings us to 3x03 and RM both being in a place where sex and love can be working together. I think Ryan has love for Theresa but let's be honest that boy will never be ~in~ love with her and that's a major missing part of their relationship. 3x03 gives us the heightened Hawaii plot and that positions RM to realize this is the time because she's leaving and you know It's About The YearningTM. I don't think the scene itself is great because of the choreography and the stupid editing but what leads up to it "Are you sure? It'll make it that much harder for you to leave" is just SOOOOOOO

If we understand that RM have been having a bunch of loveless, emotionally unavailable sex in s3 I don't think it's much of a stretch to imagine them jumping into bed with the people they then jump into bed with in late s3. And in many ways it's like as soon as they were able to marry sex and love in 3x03, they reverted back to these people who saw it as something else. That speaks to how s3 was so fucking bad.

A few things:

Yeah I think the PDA line in 2x22 carried over to 2x23 is only really about Trey and her bruise that she's concerned with; their PDA in front of their friends in 1x15 meant nothing to them. I can't imagine they cared more about schoolmates seeing them than they did their friends (and Marissa's ex)

I think M is so hurt about Gabrielle in 1x06 and 1x07 for all those reasons. That she's older "Actually, I think she was a woman" and that Ryan could hook up with someone random the same day he's all but asked her to make a romantic choice "the last time I saw you, you kind of had your hands full"

The way that Marissa has quiet confidence in Ryan with other women is very sweet in 1x26 "what about strippers?", 2x21 "South Beach for a little spring break action?" and 3x09 "you got a lap dance?" it's actually very interesting to contrast that with Seth who kisses women in BOTH Vegas and Miami when he's still in a quasi-relationship with Summer at the time

I know for a fact I didn't answer this very eloquently (if I answered it at all) but it's a really interesting subject!

Also, considering I head canon RM being FWB in college I think it'd take a while for them to acknowledge how in love they've always been with one another. Because of their shared traumas, lingering resentments, trust issues, etc. *cue 'tis the damn season*

[savoies]

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say it first.

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uuu.

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the happiest place on earth.

4 times he thought he didn't love you + one time he realized he was in love with you.

I'll be home for christmas.

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life as a simp

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we're good.

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we're just friends.

patrick moynihan.

i'll take the floor.

trevor zegras.

blind.

luke hughes.

holiday hangouts

jack thompson.

4 times his love language was touch and one time he was touch starved.

brendan brisson.

all I want for christmas is you.

jack daniel's in the bathroom.

thomas bordeleau.

between the lines.

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with love, sunshine

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ryder meeting his daughter for the first time.

alex turcotte.

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babysitting with alex.

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