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liatopia · 20 days

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SATIVA — E. ENGSTLER

stoner! emily englster x stoner! fem! reader

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SYNOPSIS...like every friday night you and your girlfriend emily smoke the troubles of the hectic week away to calm down but when emily is high she just can’t resist but to savor you beauty…

WARNINGS...smoking weed, cussing, fingering, drity talk, pet name ( babygirl, good girl etc ), neck kisses fluff at the end I promise I'm not that much of a horny baster 😭

NOTE... hello hello! This is my first post on this account, I’ve loved wbb for a LONG time and I’m so glad it’s finally getting the recognition it deserves especially in the tumblr community so I decided to add on to wbb train and put my writing abilities back to work again ahaha, but anyways if you like my content rebloging or following would be super appreciated anyways enjoy 😊

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It was like any other Friday night after a long week of work for the both of you the only thing you and girlfriend Emily want to do is sit next to each other getting higher than the tall buildings you see from the creaked window of your guys New York studio apartment that you look out of eyes glossed from the relaxed sensation you were feeling from the jointyou both passed to eachother, the city lights and cars all bright streaks of light that are oddly calming. You move around resting your head against the side of the window, enjoying the cool breeze of the New York air touching your face, eyes closed, taking in the atmosphere. Emily watching you will haze over eyes in silence only thing heard was the R&B playing in background as she took in your beauty or in your opinion lack of beauty at that moment you were wearing plaid sleep shorts and loose tank top hair down, you didn't think you looked that very beautiful at that moment but to Emily you were the most beautiful girl in the world, no matter what you wore or how you looked but her love for you only grew stronger when she's high. Emily drew a long drag of the joint letting the smoke develop her lungs for a moment not before leaning her head back against the headboard of your shared bed blowing the smoke out into the air, as a bit of it reaching your face making you open your eyes looking back at hers with a dazed expression seeing the look she had you knew she was in her head thinking about something.

“What are you thinking about, hmm~?” You ask bringing your knees up to your chest resting your chin on them waiting for her answer, she looks away from you for a moment before answering rubbing her hand over her chin poking her tongue in the inside of her cheek as she chuckles to herself “I’m thinking about how beautiful you look right now” she says in her raspy voice licking her lips as she turned to look back at you smiling, she knew what she said would make you flustered which was true, you let out a giggle shaking your head as you hide your face in your knees “no that’s not true~” you mumble out face still in your knees not daring to look at her again, she chuckles at your act of shyness moving towards you grabbing your arm lightly to make you look at her, “don’t say that baby girl, you’re so beautiful…” she says as she gripped your face gently making you lock both of your blood-shot eyes as your cheeks grow warm from her actions and words, she kiss your face all over as you relaxed your body letting her lean on you a bit as you giggled. She kept kissing your face until she got to your lips she grips your cheeks in her hands locking each other eyes for a moment not before breaking eye contact looking at your soft lips and back to your eyes, her actions making your whole body feel warm and your panties wet. Your lips colliding together messily the kiss turning into a heated one in the matter of seconds, parting her lips from yours. Moving your neck to the side with her tattoo cover hand that lightly gripped your face, the other roaming around your warm body landing on your hips as she continually kissed up and down your neck.

You throw your head back at the feeling of her lips on your skin. The high you were feeling was making all of your senses tingle in just the right way, the joint forgotten in the ashtray on your nightstand burning away as her hand slowly wanders down to the elastic of your sleep shorts pushing past them as she continues to kiss your neck slowly licking and biting making you moan in pleasure as her hand moves over your cover cunt teasing you making you whine in frustration at her actions, “hmm what wrong baby?” She says sarcastically with a smile “em’s, please~” you whine out desperately just wanting her fingers in your warm cunt already “you have to tell me what you want baby…” she mumbled into your neck kissing it as her rough fingers continued to lightly rub against you clothed heat, she was driving you crazy the high you were feeling and the overwhelming pressure of her touching your body in such sensual ways were overloading your mind you could barely open your eyes to look at her all the immense pleasure was clouding your brain,“your fingers please em’s~” you finally got the strength to whine out, without any hesitation she moves your panties to the side laying her long fingers against you wet cunt making you throw your head back in pleasure.

Making Emily chuckle, “you see baby girl when you use your words you get what you want…” she teased “em's~ no t-teasing, please put your fingers in…” You moan out, eyes closed from the warm bubble developing in your stomach waiting to be popped. With no complaint, Emily slow enters two digits into your warm cunt make you whine out desperately from the feeling, bucking your hips craving more, “relax for me, baby~” she mumbles out amusingly watching your desperation. Listening to her words, you relaxed your body once more, letting her fingers work into your slick cunt, leaking out you essence all over your thighs, her pace quickened, and she resumed kissing your neck pleasure overwhelming your body as moans spilled out of your dry lips “good girl…" her praises making your cunt tighten around her tatted fingers. You didn't know how much more you could take. Emily took notice of this, taking her thumb and gently placing it on your clit, making you gasp in pleasure at the unexpected feeling, she smirks at your reaction, moving her thumb around your sensitive spot.

The bubble in your stomach was on the verge of popping. Emily's pace quickened finger pushing against your gummy walls so well as your moans and gasps grew loader bucking your hips for more feeling the pleasure overwhelming your body, “em's please! I'm gonn-" your words were caught by your gasps, not able to talk “its ok babygirl, let it go for me…" she talks you through it, her words pushing you over the edge as the bubble in your stomach popping, pleasure coursing through your body making your legs shiver as her finger finally slowed down allowed you a second to breathe your moans and whines covers the R&B that can barely be heard the joint forgotten half way burned the only focus was on you, your fuck out look on your face that Emily adores so much as she looked at you will a small smile you look up back at her with heavy eyes giving her a wonky smile back making her chuckle cupping your face in your hand “I love you so much…" she mumbles looking at you lovingly “I love you too~” you tiredly say letting out a little yawn, letting the tiredness seep through your body your eyelids growing heavier and heavier by the second, closing your eyes letting the tiredness defeat you as you fell asleep in her arms…

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drewharrisonwriter · 9 months

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Donor

Part 1 | Part 1.5 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Pairings: Bestie Henry Cavill x OFC A/N, Warnings: 18+, Talk of artificial insemination, peeing in a cup, sperm, and more. LOL I wrote this in an hour, IDK where I pulled this from. Not beta-ed. Also, I'm pretty sure this doesn't make so much sense in terms of plot, and being realistic. But come on, let this delulu queen live her life. You're welcome to join. Summary: You ask (beg) your best friend, Henry to donate--sperm.

I’m AO3, too as MoonDjarin ^_^

“Hank, pleaaaase…” You pleaded, dragging the last word. Henry laughed at your frustration but still could not wrap his head around what you’re asking of him.

“You’re going insane.” He jokes, causing you to drop your back on the carpet with a soft thud, covering your face with your palms as you landed.

“It’s just like peeing in a cup.” Your reply came out muffled. Henry just snorted and tried his best to stifle a laugh.

Nearly 18 years of friendship and here you are, seemingly at the end of your rope, asking your best friend to father the child you so ache for and he laughs at your ridiculous solution, telling you he’s not going to be responsible for a “turkey baster baby”.

“I don’t like peeing in a cup. Besides, why go the turkey baster way when you can go… au naturelle?”

“You know exactly why…” You said, sitting up, and gathering the profiles of sperm donors from the (sperm) bank. You and Henry had been going through each profile over the past few hours, laughing and making faces at the notes.

“And I thought Tinder was bad.” He commented earlier.

Henry got up and took the bottles of beer on the coffee table and walked back to the kitchen to open new ones.

“Tell me why won’t you do it?” You asked him, eyes round and glazed with tears that are threatening to fall any second.

He hates seeing you like this.

He sighed and admitted, “If I were to have any children of my own, I’d rather have them borne out of love and not out of… desperation after a really bad break up.”

“But I’m not asking you to be… a father. Just a donor.” You countered.

"Darling, please. Reaaally think about what you're asking of me."

"I have! I wouldn't be asking you if I haven't. Come on, Hank..."

"Right, not more than an hour after dropping sperm bank Tinder and you've thought this through." He said sarcastically and you pouted.

"Well, think about it, too!" You asked of him. "It's the ideal situation."

"How? Tell me exactly why it's so ideal." He said, running a hand through his face and resting his chin on his palm as he waited for your brilliant idea.

"Well, first of all, we love each other. So the child won't be borne not out of love." You began, mocking his accent and his statement from earlier. He snickered and pinched the bridge of his nose, "Jesus," He muttered.

"Plus, I won't ask you for anything, Hank. No child support, no emotional support. You don't have to see them. You're not even going to be on the birth certificate."

Henry winced at each of your points. "Darling, you know so well that I'm always your emotional support. And d'you really think I can go around just being Uncle Hank?” He replied with an eye roll as he took a sip of his beer.

"Yeah, how hard could that be?" You exclaimed.

"Very." He said sternly, looking you straight in the eye.

"Y/N." He began. "You know so well I won't be able to sit here with you holding a child knowing it's mine and not be involved in all ways."

“God, you’re too emotional.” You rolled your eyes at his response as you drank from your beer bottle.

“I am! And I’m sorry, darling. I can’t just give away my children. They’re not the meals you make for me every week.”

You laughed at that. "So you admit it, you don't like the meals I prep for you?"

"That's beside the point."

You'll get back to that later. You sighed out loud as you both drank.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Shoot.”

“Why do you desperately want this?”

That ought to get you thinking hard.

You sighed and asked yourself the same thing, reflecting on what started this vision of yourself with a child, and what turned it to longing and aching, then desperation.

Growing up without present parents, you basically become an extended Cavill sibling. The sister they never had, or as the youngest Cavill, Charlie, would like to joke, the no-choice sister. That family took you in like their own kin, having you over for dinner almost every evening, and spending weekends and vacations with them.

It's not that you're not well off, financially. Your parents were just really successful actors who don't pay you much any attention but showers you with plenty of lavish gifts and an American Express Black card. Which, Henry's mother found really heartbreaking and his father pitied you on.

You were 15 when you met Henry. He was already a budding actor with a couple of productions and a movie or two in his portfolio. You were a bright and young singer-songwriter from Italy, about to break it into the English-language audience with a catchy single that Henry happened to star in the music video of.

It was easy falling into a friendship with Henry. He was kind, funny, a little nerdy, but he's also such a gentleman, and treats you and talks to you like an equal despite the five-year age gap.

It didn't take long before you met his family when he invited to his birthday party. You didn't know exactly how the events played out that day, but somehow, at the end of it all, you walked out of their home being a part of it.

You got along so well with his brothers, you and his mother already sharing secrets. You figured she was excited to have a girl in the house as none of her children would bring their girlfriends for them to meet. His father was so easy to please, a couple of jokes here and a few football arguments there, and you won his heart. Not like you were even trying, but you were glad that you got along with all of them.

Henry drove you home that night and when he parked in your empty driveway, he jumped out to open the door for you. You cried in the passenger seat with the door open and he stood there, leaning on the doorframe as you confessed to him your jealousy and longing for that kind of family.

He pulled you in and wrapped you in a tight hug beneath the street lamp.

"Hank, you know so well there is nothing I want more in life at this moment than to have a family."

"I don't get it, Y/N." He said quietly, "You're definitely the smartest person I know. You're a literal genius..." He thought of your first few conversations on the set of your first English-language music video, and learning that not only you spoke several languages fluently, but you are also about to start university at such an early age. It impressed him so much.

"You've accomplished so much in your career, you're still young, there are so many things you can do with your life, why do you go back to this?" He asked and you just shrugged.

"I feel incomplete. What can I say? A dream is a dream."

"Gerry was a dream, too." He said and you looked at him surprised at bringing up your ex fiancé.

He was indeed a dream. You met Gerry at an evening talk show as a fellow guest. He didn't hide the fact that he was so enamored by you and that he's such a big fan of your music. You, being a fan of him, too, was just so happy to hear him say all that in person.

It was an instant connection, and it didn't take long for you and Gerry to start a long, and at the time, seemingly, lasting and perfect relationship.

"Sorry." He muttered. "But it makes me wonder, you never talked about it, just casually said that things didn't work out. Knowing you, things don't just not work out like that."

And he's right, you know he's right.

Gerry loves you a lot. You love him, too. But for all the years you've been together with the high-profile action star, the talk of kids almost never came up, at least the serious talk about kids. Until you brought it up soon after he proposed, and he confessed that he had a vasectomy shortly before you met.

You were not mad. You understood, vasectomies are reversible. But Gerry didn't want to have it reversed, ever. He admitted that the reason he got it in the first place was to not accidentally have kids as he fully intended to be childless.

You understood that, too. But it broke your heart.

Regardless, you had a clean break up, but never felt the need to tell people, even your friends or family as to why. Just that things didn't work out.

"Gerry didn't want to start a family." You told Henry.

"What?" He asked, surprised. His brows furrowed and his mouth hung slightly open at your revelation. You just nodded.

"I don't understand, you were to be married." You just nodded again, and took a sip of your beer. You told him the truth about Gerry, and Henry felt his heart breaking for you.

Henry reached for your hand from across the coffee table, enveloping your tiny hands in his big ones.

"And that's a deal breaker for you." He said softly, coming to the realization.

"Yeah." You replied. "So... there you go."

"But you know what comes after the last one, right?"

"What?"

"The next one." He joked, trying to make the air in the room lighter. He smiled at his success when you snickered.

"I'm tired, Hank. Tired of getting to know new people. I've been with Gerry for four years, and before that... well you know." It was Henry's turn to snicker.

He knows so well. All the heartbreaks, disappointments, even the rebounds, met most of them. He was always there at your highest of highs, and always down with you when things didn't work out.

"I get that." He finally answered, thinking about his own strings of ex girlfriends, and an ex-fiancé. At one point, you both feel very proud of the situation you found yourselves in, both engaged to beautiful people at the same time.

You even toasted to it last New Year's eve, not knowing that both promises of a lifetime of love would fall apart in a matter of months. He, too, wanted what you wanted. A family of his own, being the only one amongst his brothers to be single and childless.

He thought he might have had that with his ex fiance. Telling him she was pregnant when she caught a whiff of him about to break things off. He was caught off guard when she told him and he didn't even waste a moment to put a ring on her finger, falling for her lies.

Maybe it was not so bad, making your dream come true. You can always discuss co-parenting, he thought and he's sure you'd allow it.

He pondered on it some more.

Henry rested his head on the cool glass top of the coffee table, his hand never left yours. He let out a breath, fogging the glass beneath him as he gently squeezed your hand.

He shut his eyes tight, and muttered to himself, "Please don't make me regret this."

"What?" You asked, not quite hearing what he said.

"Okay."

"Okay, what?"

"Okay, I'll do it. I'll--be your turkey baster baby's donor."

With that you burst out crying and he stood up, took your hand and guided you to his arms. He wrapped you up in that big, warm hug, that you always find comfort in.

"Set an appointment in the morning, darling." He whispered and you cried some more and muttered a yes, thank you.

18 years of friendship with Henry Cavill, and this is where you find yourself: at a crossroads that neither of you could have predicted.

The weight of his decision settled between you like a tangible presence, and as you hugged each other tightly, you knew that this was a turning point in your relationship, an uncharted territory.

Read next part: Part 1.5 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

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toastedkiwi · 10 months

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Back To You

Summary: Henry has you back in his arms.

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Ex-Fiancé!Reader

Warning: talking about baby making and artificial insemination.

Henry stirred awake pulling you closer. He buried his face into your still damp hair. Your left hand reached over and found his cheek. He deeply inhaled the scents of your shampoo and conditioner. It’s still the same but that might be because he got it before you arrived in Jersey.

“Don’t be leaving me again,” he whispered placing his hand over your heart.

“Honey, I can’t leave even if I wanted to,” you said placing your phone down on your stomach. “Look at your dog.”

He moved his head. Your hand leaves his cheek and moves to his hand on your chest. He looked down at your legs. Kal is happily laying on top of them.

“He hasn’t left your side at all,” Henry said.

“I’m surprised he’s remembered me,” you said.

“He’s always loved you the most,” he said.

“Not true. He’s your best friend,” you said.

You turned your head to look at his eyes. He pulled his head back a bit to properly get a look at your face.

“He’s your baby,” Henry said.

“Yes, he is,” you admitted with a smile. “But I do want a real baby.”

“I can give you that,” he said.

“Ya know, I just got in last night after literally dropping everything to come see you,” you said. “And now we’re talking about you knocking me up.”

“Excuse me? It’d be with a turkey baster. Why would I put my thing in you?” he sassed.

You giggled and said, “your thing?!”

“MY DICK!” He exclaimed.

You laughed harder, “and people say you’re a gentleman!”

“I am a gentleman— I am the gentlest of men,” he proclaimed.

“Says the guy who would pick me up and launch me into a bed or a body of water,” you giggled.

“See! That’s gentlemanly! I made sure you landed safely,” Henry said cupping your jaw.

“Thank you for that,” you said.

“You’re very welcome, Dear,” he smiled.

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 10 months

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I was just thinking about how I apparently have the same taste in women as my dad. Can you imagine Steve finding out his parents have a lavender marriage? Also, imagine him flipping his lid when he realizes his dad's taste in men kind of looks like Eddie and his mom's taste in women kind of look like Nancy. Robin, who found out at the same time, was there too. He turns to her.

"Robin!" He squeaked. "I have the same taste in people as my parents!"

Meanwhile, Robin is on the floor laughing her ass off. She sat up for a moment, gasping for breath as tears came, and pointed at him. She collapsed back on the floor, still pointing.

"Robin! This isn't funny!" Steve squawked.

"It's a little funny," Eddie said, snickering.

Oh, yeah, Eddie was there too.

"Eddie, if my dad was younger, he would go for you!" He yelped.

"And I would be very flattered, but baby, you're the only Harrington I want," Eddie replied. "There's nothing to be jealous of."

"I'm not jealous! I'm freaking out!" Steve said. "We. Have. The. Same. Taste."

John Harrington came waltzing into the living room, whistling.

"You want a scotch, son?" John said. "A nice glass of scotch always calms me down."

"No, I do not want a scotch, dad," Steve bitched at him. "I hate scotch."

"See, now, there's something," John said. "Your mother and I both love scotch. We don't have exactly the same tastes. Now, if you want to, you can have the house to yourself. There's a nice bar in Indie your mother and I like to go to."

"Is it the one with all the goofy shit on the walls?" Eddie asked.

"Yes!"

"Robin and Steve like to go there too!" Eddie said, and Steve slapped a hand to his face.

"Well, we're just going to get out of your hair. Edward, don't get my son pregnant. His mother isn't ready to be a grandmother yet," John said and walked out of the room, waving at them.

"I LOVE your dad," Eddie cackled.

"I thought you said that I had nothing to worry about," Steve scowled and threw a pillow at him.

"You know, your mother kind of looks like Robin," Eddie said, scrunching up his nose.

"Does this mean that we're destined to have a lavender marriage of our own and have a turkey baster baby too?!" Robin exclaimed with a gasp. "Because I'm telling you right now I am not pushing your big headed baby out of my vagina!"

"Well, if you give me your gender, Buckley, I would gladly do it myself!" Eddie exclaimed. "It's really very selfish of you."

Robin glared mockingly at him before hitting him with a pillow, which resulted in a pillow fight. Steve rolled his eyes at the ceiling.

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acewithapaintbrush · 3 months

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In response to @craneworms post about wanting more pining Luffy that crossed my dash I realized that I also want that and I was on a roll so here you go

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Ace tilts his head and narrows his eyes. Sanji is quick to take notice.

“Something wrong with the drink?”

“Hm?” Their temporary guest glances at him for a second before shaking his head and focusing on the lower deck again. “No, it’s great. Thanks.”

That was a distracted dismissal if Sanji has ever heard one but he is a curious guy and so he lingers next to Luffy’s big brother at the reiling and follows his gaze. There is nothing particularly interesting happening. Nami and Vivi are studying the map for their next course and Usopp and Chopper chase Karoo around in circles with something that looks like a turkey baster. That better not be Sanji’s good one, or they can swim the rest of the way to Alabaster!

A little off to the side Zoro, the big show off, trains with one of his gigantic dumbbells. He has taken his shirt off as if anyone is interested in seeing that. Ugh. Luffy sits on the reiling close by and stares at his first mate with a single minded focus that he usually reserves for food.

Ace stares at his brother with much the same amount of concentration. As if he is looking at a puzzle he can’t quite figure out.

“Is he…doing that a lot?”

“Doing what?” Sanji asks and in that moment Luffy must have said something funny because Zoro pauses in his routine and laughs loud and clear. His whole body is shaking with it and at the end of it he grins at his captain and fucking winks.

Luffy’s shoulders raise up to his ears and he squirms in his seat. His hands wander up to his brightly blushing face where he squishes his own cheeks with a goofy smile on his lips. His eyes dart around from left to right as if he can’t decide where he should direct his gaze to before he resolves the issue by grabbing his hat and pulling the brim down until only his stupid grin is visible.

“Oh.” Sanji drawls. “You mean the pining?”

Ace, who’d just taken a sip of his drink, spits it right back out. Sanji wants to say something about wasting food but the fire user is coughing and spluttering too hard to listen.

“Pining?” he gasps. “What? Luffy…my little… what are you-?”

Down below Luffy laughs at something Zoro has said in response and it’s the kind of exaggerated laugh that screams ‘This was not funny at all but I want you so bad.’

Sanji should know. He tries that all the time.

Ace looks like he is actively having an aneurysm right this moment and if he weren’t such a cool and collected guy, Sanji would be worried that he’s about to burn Zoro alive.

“Oh yeah. Be glad you don’t have to see this all the time. It’s kinda pathetic.” Well, it’s more adorable than pathetic but you won’t catch Sanji dead admitting that. It’s suddenly getting quite hot at his side and it looks like Ace’s skin is glowing from the inside with an unholy fire. Sanji might not like the Mosshead, but he doesn’t want him dead! Also, Luffy’s pouting might kill him before the Alabasta sun can. “Hey man, it’s just a small innocent crush. The idiot is too dumb to pick up on that anyway and-”

Zoro slowly bends down to pick up his dumbbell and he so fucking obviously moves his ass into Luffy’s line of sight that he might as well have painted a bullseye on the tight pants. The moment Luffy’s eyes wander down and his tongue darts out to lick at his lips, Sanji knows it’s over.

“Try not to burn the ship down.” he mutters and turns away amidst confused shouting, Ace’s screaming about his brother's innocence and Zoro cursing up a storm. “It was nice knowing you, Marimo. Kinda.”

#one piece #one piece zolu #one piece luffy #one piece zoro #one piece sanji #one piece ace #one piece fanfiction #Pining Luffy my beloved #Protective ace my beloved #Zoro is a little shit in this but we love him #And Luffy is into that so all is well

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themidnightcrimson · 2 years

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Thanksgiving. | e. olsen

summary: in which you are nervous about meeting her family for the first time.

warnings: cuteness, just a lil blurb for the holiday <3

The smell of food lingered in the air, and so did Lizzie’s playlist of her favorite old holiday music. While Lizzie was basting the turkey, you were frantically pacing around the house, trying to clean and perfect every inch of the home. You were sweating in places you had never sweat before, and the makeup that you spent hours trying to perfect was starting to melt already. Of course, the first time you were meeting Lizzie’s entire family was also the first year she decided to host Thanksgiving dinner. Everyone was coming to your house this year, your first year meeting the entire Olsen family.

You zoomed past Lizzie to set out your nicer hand towels around the kitchen and toss the other ones out of view, and she looked up from the turkey to see your sewed eyebrows and pursed lips, a telltale sign you were nervous. “Babe,” she said, trying to conceal her laughter as she watched you grab the sponge from the sink and scrub a spot of dirt on the floor of the kitchen.

Scrub in hand, crouched on the floor like an unflattering goblin, you glanced up at her and only then realized you had been holding your breath for god knows how long. “What?” you breathed, wiping the dampness from your hairline.

Setting the baster down, Lizzie crouched down on the floor with you like you were a child she was trying to get eye-level with, and you blushed. Her hands took your shoulders, squeezing them gently. “I think you need to relax before your stress sweat gets all over the turkey,” she whispered dramatically, a soft smile breaking out on her face as she meticulously eyed you with slight worry. “What’s the matter?”

You let your bum hit the floor, sprawling your legs out helplessly. “I’m just nervous,” you said, looking back to the spot of dirt and sadly wiping it away.

“Why, baby?” Lizzie asked, her fingers settling under your chin and softly turning your face back to her. The soft smile on her face widened as she noticed how beautiful you looked with your makeup done and your hair pulled halfway up. She brushed a strand of your hair away from your face and tucked it behind your ear, letting her fingers slide down and touch the dangly earrings you were wearing—it was the emerald ones she had gotten you for your birthday.

“I haven’t met your entire family before,” you whispered. You had only met her mom in the last few months, and even that had sent you into a spiral. “I’m just…” you sighed, trying to find the right word before landing on the same one. “Nervous.”

“There’s nothing to be nervous about, my love,” Lizzie said softly as she stroked your chin with her thumb, careful to not mess up your makeup. “They are nice people, actually. They will love you no matter what.”

You batted your eyelashes and tilted your head as more spiraling thoughts pushed inside your brain. “But what if they don’t like me? And they just pretend to be nice but then when they leave, they talk about me? What if I’m too quiet or too loud, or what if they think I’m weird?”

“Well, you are pretty weird,” Lizzie playfully said, to which you only rolled your eyes. Seeing that you were truly freaking out, she sighed and took your hands, standing up and tugging at your arms. “C’mon, get off the floor, Cinderella.”

You let her tug you to your feet, and she pulled you against her, wrapping her arms around your waist. “Don’t worry about a single thing, okay?” she whispered, letting her nose brush against yours, which always made you feel a little giddy. “I love you, all of you. They will too. You’re so naturally kind, and beautiful, and interesting, and honestly I don’t see how a single person on this planet could not like you.” Lizzie paused to give you a soft, fleeting kiss on the lips. “And even if they didn’t like you for whatever insane reason, I wouldn’t give a damn.”

Your eyes were glittering as you stared up at her. She had dressed up, as well, and her red lipstick smile was enough to calm your nerves. “Really?” you asked coyly, shyly picking at the strings of her olive green jumpsuit which tied at the back of her neck. You felt her shiver from the feeling of your fingers grazing the back of her neck.

“Really really,” Lizzie confirmed, giving you another kiss that was delicate on purpose and also so that she wouldn’t ruin both of your lipsticks. “Now you had better help me chop these brussel sprouts or I will tell them you beat me.”

Giggling at the joke, you squeezed her, letting her pull you into a warm hug for a few moments. You swayed softly in the kitchen, measuring and controlling your breathing as Lizzie’s hand rubbed your back, her rings catching on the fabric of your shirt. Finally, the beeping of the oven pulled you both apart. Pulling on comically large mittens, Lizzie took the pan of turkey while you opened the oven door, putting it on the rack before you stood side-by-side to clean and cut the brussel sprouts together, occasionally bumping hips and giggling.

“Have a safe drive home!” Lizzie yelled out as the last of her family members lingered out of the front door, waving them goodbye before she closed the door for the night. Instantly, you dramatically fell against the couch as if you had been hanging on a string for the last ten hours and it finally snapped, sending you falling limply onto the cushions.

“Ugh!” you yelled out in both stress and relief, pulling one of the throw pillows on top of your face as if you were going to smother yourself.

Sighing, Lizzie leaned over the back of the couch and looked down at you. “Relieved?”

Removing the pillow from your face, you stared blankly at her. “They hate me.”

“What?! No, they don’t!” she exclaimed, coming around the couch to sit down beside your waist, placing a hand on the other side of you so she was leaning over you. “Y/n, they literally loved you.”

In reality, the Thanksgiving dinner had gone swimmingly well. You only embarrassed yourself once when you spilled your drink, and then a couple times when you stuttered painfully while talking to her sisters. All of her family members were incredibly kind and charming, but you were still spiraling about every single moment of the dinner.

“You know what my mom told me?” Lizzie said after giving you a few moments to breathe. She placed her hand on your tummy and leaned down closer to you. “She said you were out of my league.” That made you laugh hysterically while Lizzie gasped offendedly, gently slapping your abdomen. “Well, if there’s anything you and my mom have in common, it’s making fun of me!” Lizzie exclaimed as if she was mad, but she was giggling between every word.

“I think we especially bonded when she showed me that baby picture of you,” you said, and Lizzie instantly put her hand over her face in embarrassment, causing you to giggle even more.

“Please never talk about that again,” she groaned, her shoulders trembling in small bursts of laughter she was trying to contain.

“Oh no, I think I’ll bring it up at every family dinner from now on,” you laughed, grabbing her hand on your stomach and holding it as your mutual laughter died down. There was an entire table of plates and leftover food to clean up, and a mountain of dishes the size of Everest to clean up, but you were both enjoying the leisurely moments on the couch as you winded down from the social event.

Eventually, Lizzie swung her legs onto the couch, laying on top of you and sliding her arms under you, staring down at you as tendrils of her hair tickled your chest. “Since it’s Thanksgiving, I thought you should know,” she began, pausing for dramatic effect which instantly made you nervous again. Then she continued, her red lips breaking into a great pearly grin, “You’re what I’m most thankful for this year.”

You couldn’t help but giggle, taking some of her hair and twirling it affectionately. “That was almost as cheesy as your mac and cheese.”

“Shut up,” she laughed before pressing a kiss to your smiling lips, squeezing you as close as she could against her.

#elizabeth olsen #lizzie olsen #elizabeth olsen x reader #elizabeth olsen x f!reader #elizabeth olsen x y/n #lesbian #lgbt

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amaryscita · 9 months

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𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑦𝑠

𝐼𝑛𝑐𝑙𝑢𝑑𝑒𝑠 𝐻𝑜𝑏𝑖𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑀𝑖𝑔𝑢𝑒𝑙

Tw/Abusive relationship (mentally) manipulation (Gaslighting, guilt-tripping) stalking, threatening, baby trapping, hidden cameras

𝑀𝑖𝑔𝑢𝑒𝑙 𝑂'𝐻𝑎𝑟𝑎

You were Miguel’s favorite and everyone knew it, you’ll pull some pranks with Hobie and you got in less trouble than Hobie, and that was unfair but little did you know you were being punished mentally

Miguel looked at you like you were a child when you disobeyed your parents rules, Miguel then sighed as he touched your hair stroking it making you look at him “God damnit,baby. What did i tell you about being around Hobie.” Miguel scolded as you lowered your head “I’m sorry miggy..” You mumbled as you felt bad about not listening to Miguel :(

But Miguel didn’t care about the prank at all. Well not with you, he cares about the fact you were around talking giggling with Hobie and that pushed Miguel’s buttons. “Don’t you love me? Huh?” Miguel got closer as you backed up “I do Miguel! I do!” You repeated ‘i do, i really do’

Miguel frowned “Then why don’t you listen to me, mi vida? I’ve told you over hundreds of times yet you always go back to Hobie?” He frowned tryna guilt trip you and it was working :(

“I-I won’t talk to him anymore! I promise i promise..! I won’t talk to Hobie anymore!” You were practically on your knees begging for forgiveness and he was enjoying it so much. He pressed his lips against yours as he rubbed your cheek.

He broke the kiss and smiled “Thank you amor, i love you.” You sighed and smiled “I love you too Miguel.” And after that interaction you never even looked at Hobie :(

𝐻𝑜𝑏𝑖𝑒 𝐵𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑛

You were a fan of Hobie band and he noticed you who wouldn’t notice someone as attractive as you? He definitely noticed you and now you’re his.

No if’s no but’s no what’s you’re his, so he convinced his band mates to do a meet and greet praying you’d come and guess what? You did! B i n g o! You asked him to sign your card and he signed it of course

But also you were the first inline so he gave you a plushie handmade too!! You were so happy! He also signed your card! “Thank you! Thank you!” You said reacting to the plushie as Hobie smiled “I appreciate you for being a fan darlin.” He winked at you, as you blushed

And then he gave you a special pass?? :0 a pass to go backstage after the new show!! You were so happy you went home with the plushie, you set the plushie down as you told your friends about the interaction.

Little did you know Hobie put cameras in the plushie, so now he’s watching your every move, he’s starting to know more about you and he knows how you have baby fever and stuff. He’s taking that to his advantage

The day of the show

Hobie was excited to see you as he had a turkey baster full with his sperm waiting for you, after the show you made your way backstage as Hobie smiled at you “Hey my favorite fan… can you do me a favor?” Hobie asked as you nodded quickly “Anything for you!!” You said excitedly as Hobie passed you the turkey baster “Can you…can you shoot this inside you..? I just wanna see if it’ll work.” You tilted your head “What happens if it works?”

“It saves me.” Hobie said with a frown “For me..please..?” Hobie looked at you with begging eyes, you didn’t know what was inside it but you decided to trust him as you went to the bathroom and shot it inside you.

And the next show you were three months pregnant. Having a boy.. you didn’t know what happened? You were single?? You wondered if the turkey baster saved Hobie. Next show you seen him and you sighed in relief “Hobie!” You waved as he smiled at you “Hey my favorite fan.” He waved back at you and noticing your stomach “Oh? Hookup gone wrong?” He asked

“No! I just woke up pregnant!” You explained as Hobie smiled and whispered “You saved me.”

You were trapped with his baby.. no escape..

URGH TYSM FOR READING FR

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favouritefi · 5 months

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If you’re happy to, please could you drop the lore for sexual mores of the catboy AU?

And a Happy New Year!

happy new yearrrr

ok so when i first tried to write this i ended up regurgitating foucault and david halperin and rictor norton and then i was like "oh my god im not gonna write a history essay as the prelude for lore about my catboys au thats a crazy thing to do" so im just gonna assume ppl know about the established literature on victorian sexuality and the pathologization / invention of the homosexual and jump right into how i think catboys fit into that:

legally cat/dogboys cannot be prosecuted for their actions because they lack moral agency. they can't be charged with buggery, that would be like charging a horse with buggery, but on the flip side of that they can be put down without trial or just cause, you don't trial a horse for trampling someone to death, you just kill it. which is all to say that homosexual acts between cat/dogboys are generally permitted and permissible EXCEPT if it causes what humans might consider to be harm. eg. your annoying orange catboy keeps seducing my guard-dogboys and distracting them from their duties if you do not control him i will shoot him the next time he is on my property etc.

theres also a patronizing element of "aw look how cute they are trying to mimic human courting" and the idea that cat/dogpeople aren't capable of the depth of love humans are capable of so their samesex relationships aren't a threat to society because their relationships generally speaking aren't taken seriously. i mean, this is a world where you give birth to children knowing you won't get to keep them and you get studded out like a turkey baster, its fucked up to the nth degree. before you start worrying about "will they hate me for having a boyfriend" first you gotta wonder "will they acknowledge that i am capable of having sexual autonomy and forming meaningful relationships that are not based on animal instincts" (the answer is no).

#purror and erebark #is this the worlds most dystopic catboy au #quite possibly #then again there is loveless #hard to topple the king

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crystlizabeth · 1 year

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Imagine: Snape complaining about Neville blowing something up in potions again. But you like Neville and stick up for the boy.

Warnings: None

This is about my self insert!

“The child will be the end of me I swear..” Snape spoke as he entered our private quarters. Dropping papers down on the counter.

I sat on the couch having finished grading, looking up at him “who my love?” I said with a rase of my brow setting down the paper.

“Longbottom the little dunderhead can’t seem to follow instructions.” He spoke harshly.

I laughed a little this being the 3rd time this week my husband has come back complaining about the student I couldn’t help but sympathize with the boy, “give the kid a break Sev maybe he just needs a little help, not a push help..”

He looked at me his gaze reminded blank “Have you thought about it? Because Mr. Longbottm is doing quite well in my class.” I could help but smile as he scowled at me.

“Severus my love Neville needs reassurance he cant quite comprehend some things, he has potential but you pressuring the poor child will have him fail your class.” I said defending the boy.

A sigh came from him “if he would ask for help maybe i would help him..” his voice was soft the irritation still visible in his tone.

“My love, The child is scared of you.” I let out a small laugh.

He looked up “Im aware.”

I rolled my eyes “offer the child help if you can im willing to.” I said he hated it when I suggested to touter his students not because I was better a potions but they are his students and I have my own to worry about.

“No its fine ill try..” he said.

“Good to hear!” I said giving him a smile as i stood up walking over to him.

“You’re such a good professor..” my hands went up to his face touching him, he leaned into my touch.

“Mmhm, I know.” He spoke with a smirk.

“Pshh- cocky baster.” I playfully glared at him. Pushing him back slightly letting out a laugh.

#snape x pocreader #snape fanfiction #snape love #snape x reader #snape x oc #snape fandom #severus snape #snape community #severus snape x reader #pro snape #snape #pro severus #x black reader #neville longbottom #neville

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sophietv · 10 months

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The Ultimate LSK Threads Of Koincidences (2020) Part 1

Ok, since there's soooo much. I'll do it by years and link the other.

See Fall 2019 before reading this one (X)

As I did in the other, I'll link posts that explains certain piece of Kaylor Lore so you are able to better understand certain Koincidences. So if there's an (X) beside something, it's to give more context and info.

Here's the list of every Koincidences that happened in 2020.

If I forgot something, don't hesitate to tell me and I'll add it so we have everything!

Here's the amazing masterposts that helped me a lot make this part (X) (X)

January 2020

January 1st:

Karlie does a 2019 recap video on Klossy and says something really inchteresting about her second wedding:

"Kind of had a second wedding, but, it was pretty much just a party"

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January 17th:

Karlie went did an interview with Andy Cohen and she talks about her "Love Story" and there's just sooo much to unpack there:

"This is quite a Love Story actually"

"I met my man in 2012" (The "I love Karlie Kloss! I want to bake cookies with her" is from 2012) See my before 2013 Kaylor timeline (X)

Also Karlie saying "my man" to "that's my man, every bait and switch was a work of art"

"It's not been easy, but it's worth it" I'm - 🥹🥹🥹

"I would make that same decision a million times again" ties pretty well with "For you I would ruin myself, a million little times"

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January 31st:

Miss Americana is out.

Karlie is credited in the movie. There's a scene where you see a glimpse of her at the AMAs red carpet.

But most importantly... the Call It What You Want scene:

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Soooo much to unpack on that scene.

Some say that with the reflections on the guitar, you see a woman. But that's not the most important thing.

First.

There's a littelal Easter egg:

Second.

She's wearring the Victoria Secret Angel Ring.

Source : Tily Nation

But the most important evidence is that when Taylor lifts her foot and you hear someone laughing singing: "I did one thing right"

It's not Taylor, it's Karlie.

Someone isolated the vocals and you can hear it very clearly (X)

(Putting the video here just so if the post is deleted, we don't loose it)

Source @lexiiieee223

Also, when by the end Taylor sings "Karlie would you want to?" you hear Karlie say "Yes!" before Taylor even finishes singing (impossible to be Taylor).

This whole scene is used in the Lover Lyrics Video (X)

February 2020:

February 12:

Karlie is papped during New York Fashion Week wearing a daisy coat. (X).

February 18:

Karlie post a story with a drawing of the dress Taylor wore for the NFL ME! announcement...for Galentine's day:

February 27:

The Man MV is out with tons of Karlie's reference. (sadly I did not do a thread yet about all of it).

But the most important part is the fake wedding:

No one's there to officiate it.

But the absolute loudest thing of all is this:

Look closely at the ring. The pose. Everything.

See my Love Blackout post for more information on this, because this is LOUD (X)

February 28:

Every year since the Love Locked Down (X), Karlie takes a picture in Paris around that time.

Here's a thread of all the times since 2015: (X)

March 2020:

March 3rd:

Karlie post during a vacation. In the exact same snow outfit that Taylor posed in for Variety 4 months before.

And March 3d is also really really close to their anniversary...

March 20th:

Karlie's first post since Lockdown.

Also, first post of 2020 where she is wearring the Amulette de Cartier. (X) (Very important!)

You can also see those amazing posts about it (X) (X)

May 2020:

May 7th:

Taylor wears a daisy shirt on her Instagram post:

May 5th:

Karlie makes a post about a Turkey Baster...

Right aroung the time where she would have been trying to get pregnant for Levi to be born on March 11th 2020.

May 10th:

Taylor does a post for Mother's day with a video and caption talking about her being 10 months old.

(Levi is born 10 months later).

May 13th:

Eye theory in Karlie's Instagram story. (X)

March 14:

Taylor does a very interesting post about Buns in the oven.

9 days after Karlie's Turkey Baster post.

There's 10 buns on the picture, Levi was born 10 months later.

June 2020:

June 25th:

Karlie does a post about forgetting to feed the Tamagotchi.

Interesting. Considering that in Miss Americana, Taylor compares babies to Tamagotchis...

July 2020:

July 10th :

Karlie post a video on Instagram dancing in a cardigan in a forest. 13 days before Folklore's release.

Wich is practically identical to a video Taylor did for Folklore.

Taylor's Cardigan video:

Karlie's :

July 16:

Karlie does a story about her July Klossy Run Club with a calendar.

Her pfp points directly to Folklore's release date:

July 17:

Karlie post an interesting Instagram picture with a Sun Flower that is very reminescent of the Lover photoshoot Taylor did witht the daisy.

Also. Eye theory.

This is 7 days before Folklore's release.

Do you see the ressemblance?

July 23rd:

Karlie does a post with pictures of her in the forest à la Folklore.

This prompted a lot of medias to talk about how Karlie was showing her support to Taylor for her new album release.

I've reached my limit of 30 images per post!

Tumblr agrees with me that these girls are A LOT 😅 (In the best way!).

Here's the link to Part 2! : (X)

#lsk #kaylo #koincidences

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silent-raven13 · 6 months

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The Punks meet Sunflowers!

Gwen having a conversation with three popular Hobies, the punks!: I'm surprised ya'll come here so often? I thought you hated being part of Spider Society.

Hobie 138c let one of his dreads drip over his face with an amusing chuckle: We do!

Hobie 138d with blond spike shouted out loud being the loud one in the group: Fuck yeah we do! We just tryin' to cause Mayhem!

Hobie 138e the quiet one with box braids and a bandana around his forehead to pull back his braid: And we wanted to see our Sunflower!

Gwen: OHHH! -she thought it was cute at the Hobies all being bashful thinking about Miles-

The three were happily fantasying about hugging Miles or flirting with him. He's just too cute to not too. Gwen giggles: You guys sure do like him! I wonder if Hobie 138b is here.

The three grins wickedly at the idea of pissing off their other variant. Hobie 138d chuckles: Hope so! I wanna piss him off.

Hobie 138b casually walks through the hallway heading to the game room to meet up with his Sunflower. Then, he stop himself spotting Gwen talking to those blokes! Ugh, them, again!: Oye, what are you blokes doing here? Come for mi Sunflower, eh?

Gwen and The punks look over to grin at Hobie 138b. Hobie 138e smirks: Perhaps!

Oh that annoyed Hobie 138b off: You bloody basters. Touch my darling and I will- -Gwen got between the Hobies trying to ease down the tension-

Gwen: Guys, relax! Come on, picking a fight in here? What will Miles think? -they didn't like to pissed off Miles, especially if he can easily turn invisible and ignore them. Trust and believe, he has done it before with his Hobie-

All the Hobies mutters: No, ma'am. -Gwen hold her laughter seeing how they all look like small toddlers with their heads down.-

Just when she was about to speak, her eyes spotted Miles walking around with Miles 42: Oh! Hey, Miles! -Before she can wave hello at her friend, the Punks whipped their heads so fast like they were programmed to follow Miles. Then, they all rush over to him-

Hobie 138b being the first one to shove and push the Punks, he picks up Miles giving him a kiss on the cheek: :Luv!

Miles 1016 let out a small, "Whoa!" As his boyfriend swoop him up into his arms and give him kisses: Hobie! Bae, what's wrong?"

Miles 42 being surprised like a cat being startled by Hobie's sudden movements. He wasn't use to the punk being so affectionate with Miles 1610. He arched his eyebrow at Hobie picking up Miles and kissing his cheek, what in the hell: Ew.

Miles 1610 was aware of his variant being grossed out: Bae, chill! Miles is here!"

Hobie looked confused: Who? -then glance over at Miles 42 then gave a scrunched expression on his face- Oh, him.

Miles 42 scowls: Aye, fuck you, man!

Miles pouts: HOBIE!

Hobie: Sorry, luv... it's just he's a thorn on my sides! -then mutters lowly to his partner- Did you have to bring the bloke here? -Hobie didn't care about anyone, however he had beef with Miles 42. The bloke always like to start arguing with him or tell Miles to find someone else. It bothers him. Not to mention, he would always give him a dirty look-

Miles 42: I heard that. Fuck off, man! Or else I'm- HUH?- -When he raised his hand up ready to get his claws out, a hand grab on his wrist. His green eyes look up to find a Hobie variant aka Hobie 138e got a hold of his hand. Miles 42 never felt so bashful at a handsome Hobie before!-

Hobie 138e with a deep voice: What you got there, kitten? Such pretty claws! -Oh hell that made Miles 42 weak in the knees. A tall black man with a deep voice does things to him!-

The rest of the punks appeared. Hobie 138d happily said: OH fresh meat, sweet!

Miles 1016 laughs getting down from his boyfriend: I'm surprised you haven't met Miles 42! He's an Anti-hero.

Miles 42 yanks his hand away from Hobie 138e before hiding behind Miles 1016 giving dark glares: Don't fucking touch me! I'm a taken man!

Gwen laughs: Your still dating Ganke?

Miles 42 said: Yeah, what's that supposed to me?

Gwen: Nothin'. Anyway these are the Punks! They are rarely around here, but they are fun to hang or go on missions!

Hobie 139e: Gwendey, you make it sound like we're pets?

Gwen: Oh gosh, no! It's just... ya'll are rarely here. When was the last time you guys came?

Hobie 138d picks his ear with his pinky: Ahh, who knows. We don't believe in consistency, mate!

Miles 42 rolled his eyes... oh brother. Miles 1016 smiles at them: That sucks. You guys could make a lot of friends!

Gwen nodded: Yup!

Hobie 138b rolled his eyes.

Then one of the punks lifts Miles chin up being a flirt: Oh yeah? You need a special friend, Sunflower?

Hobie 138e licks his lips: I'm been meaning to taste you.

Hobie 130d: ME TOO!

Hobie 138b quickly snapped his head at them, gave them an angry stare. His mouth turned into a nasty scowl: Aye, back off, fucking twats! He's mine! -he shove Miles 42 at them while he hugs Miles being a protective bear-

Miles 42 stumbles at the punks: Hey, what the fuck!

Miles 1016 sighs: bae, that wasn't very nice. They are just joking. It's not like they are actually gonna sleep with me.

Miles 42 and Hobie 138b saw Hobie 138d holding a condom out while Hobie 138c got fuzzy hands cuffs in his pocket. Hobie 138e merely grins widely as he pulls out a deer headband from Lupe. Hobie 138c spoke at a glaring Hobie 138b and a shocking Miles 42: Yeah, Hobart! Like we would EVER try to take your Sunflower.

Hobie 138e placed the deer headband on Miles 1016: Hey, darling. A present from you.

Miles 1016 being naive: Oh, thanks! I think I already one... a friend gave me one.

Gwen laughs: You mean, Lupe! How she gave you a deer bikini too!

The Punks fantasize about Miles 1016 in a deer bikini being cute: Cuuttteee -they said together-

Miles 42 shoves them away from Miles 1016: Ya'll are fucking perverts! -Then grab the deer headband off Miles 1016's head- Get this dumb shit off, you looking really dummy.

Miles 1016 rubs his head: Ow! Miles that hurt! -Hobie 138b snuggles his boyfriend-

Hobie 138b: Told you, he's a bit of a pain, darling!

Miles 42: I heard that!

Gwen laughs: Well, I didn't expect you two to not like each other -Miles 42 and Hobie were staring at her-

Hobie 138c swiftly hugs Miles 42: Awe, shame. He's a cute lad.

Hobie 138d laughs out loud having to point on Miles 42 cheeks: Hahaha, yeah! Maybe smile more, kitten!

Miles 42 scowls then growls: Stop calling me that!

Miles 1016 saw the Punks picking on his variant, then Hobie 138e winks at Miles 1016: Darling, he's so feisty. Perhaps the ole' chap prefer him and I'll have you! -Hobie twisted his head so fast it made Miles 1016 jump, and he glares at his variant-

Gwen giggles: LOL! Miles who knew you were such an eye candy!

Miles 1016: I always thought they were just joking. -He saw how his Hobie was picking a fight with Hobie 138e and the other two punks flirting with Miles 42. Miles 42 was about to claw them being so pissed off-

Miles 42: Miles, you better do something before I fuck these assholes off!

Miles 1016 laughs: Chill man. They are just flirting. What's wrong with that? -he smirks- I think you would like to date Hobie!

Miles 42 became bashful: NO! I have Ganke! That's my man! -fuming-

The Punks sighs: Ugh! Why are the hot ones always taken!

Hobie 138d slouches on Miles 1016 being whiny: Sunflower, forget about those blokes and be with me!

Hobie 138c whines: No me!

Gwen could only watch as Miles 42 fights them back from touching Miles 1016: They are like brothers... -Miles 42 seems to be a protector with Miles 1016, maybe it's because he's a bit naive-

Hobie 138b: Oi! Back off of MY SUNFLOWER! -already about to fight the other two Punks-

Miles 1016: Guys relax! It's not that serious!

Hobie: LUV! They are challenging me and want to take you away.

Miles: Bae, I'm not going anywhere. They are just fooling around. Besides, we don't see them often.

Hobie: I prefer that. -He frowns at the Punks who were grinning from ear to ear and Miles 42 hiding being Miles 1016-

The Punks: Yeah, he's our darling, too, mate. Remember sharing is caring!

Miles 42: Fuck off!

Hobie 138e licks his lips: Maybe i should kiss you to wipe that frown off your face.

Miles 42: Touch me and I will fuck you up, man! -he got his claws out-

Gwen: Yikes!

Miles 1016 to Gwen: Wow, I never seen them so hyper. They're like huskies. -referring to the punks and Miles 42 being a cat hissing at them-

Gwen: Huh, I can see that!

Hobie 138b snuggles with his Sunflower, again: Should we make a run for it -wanting to leave before the Punks act up again with his boo-

Miles 1016 giggles: Come, bae. They are you. Besides, they keep this place lively.

Hobie 138c: We sure do. But a last, we must be gittin' going my darling -he holds Miles 1016's hand to kiss-

Hobie 138b smack his variant's hand away: Watch it, twat.

Hobie 138d hugs Miles 1016's waist: Luv, he's being mean to us!

Hobie 138e winks at Miles 1016 then slouch on him: Darling, we must be going before the fascist leader comes and give us orders!

Miles 1016: Really? Leaving so soon?

Gwen: Awe, but you guys should stay longer and meet more of Spider-heroes

The Punks: Nahh!

Hobie 138b whacks all of them off his Miles: Good riddance!

Miles 42: Pfft, maybe you should leave too!

Hobie: Fuck off, mate.

Miles 1016: I'm surprise you guys aren't staying longer. You get free snacks, lunch and games.

Hobie 138e: We like to jump from universe to universe, luv. It's a thing we do.

Miles 1016: Oh, okay! It's just I was hoping you guys would wanna stay since I ask a couple of friends to meet you.

The Punks even Hobie arched his eyebrows: What friends?

Miles 42: You shouldn't them meet THEM! They will be like sex starving freaks!

Miles 1016 rolled his eyes at his variant: What? No they won't, besides they are variants of us!

Gwen: No way you meet your other variants!

Miles 1016: Yup, here they come! -His watch beep showing they were coming down the hallway- Hey guys, over here!

Gwen squeals: Finally more variants of Miles! I was getting tired of see my own variants. Male Gwen was such a flirt!

The Punks and Hobie gawks at three Miles variant each one being extremely different from the other: Hey, Miles 1016 and Miles 42!

Miles 42: Hey, Miles!

The three Miles smiles at the punks having such beautiful smiles. The Punks fell in love.

(Part 2)

#miles morales #hobie brown #punkflower #spiderman #spider verse #flowerpunk #fanfic

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daenerysoftarth · 1 year

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Not to defend Rhaenyra again, but when people say that she was ‘stupid’ for having kids with Harwin, their misunderstanding of Westerosi politics really shines through for a couple of reasons

(1) Many people say ‘oh well she shouldn’t have had kids.’ This is pretty ridiculous considering the stability of the realm is considered to rest on the ability of the heir to have kids. If an heir doesn’t have kids to directly succeed them, it can launch succession crises. Even if the realm considers Aegon II as her heir, it still makes Rhaenyra’s political position much more vulnerable. If she has no direct heirs, she is much easier to eliminate in order to install their preferred monarch as heir. Considering book!Alicent is advocating for Aegon II to become Viserys’ direct heir—passing over Rhaenyra—and becomes cold with Rhaenyra when Viserys refuses, I imagine Rhaenyra knew full well that it was a distinct possibility that she might be deposed if she didn’t have heirs of her own. Even with show!Rhaenyra, it’s shown that Tyland Lannister, Otto Hightower, and Criston Cole have all been colluding for quite some time before Viserys’ death to install Aegon II as king. If Rhaenyra had no children of her own, it would’ve made it even easier for them to accomplish this. Not to mention, it would look bad for her on a personal level, as she may be thought of as barren (which would make future marriage pacts difficult) or cold to her husband.

2. To this many say, ‘Well she should’ve found someone who looks more like her husband.’ This is particularly ridiculous. In both the show and book, Laenor has the Valyrian look of white hair and purple eyes. The Targaryen’s roots of Valyria make them unique to the lords of Westeros, as only Houses Velaryon and Celtigar can also claim Valyrian heritage. And unlike the Velaryons, the Targaryens have dragons. In large part it is the dragons that set the Targaryens apart from Westeros, but their slightly alien look definitely adds to that air of exceptionalism that the Targaryens thrive on to maintain their power. This is all to say that finding individuals that have the same Old Valyria traits is extremely difficult. We know this because it’s specifically noted that when King Aerys II was searching for possible wives for Rhaegar Targaryen, he specifically sought suitors with the Targaryen look in Westeros. When that failed, he even went to Essos to search for a woman of noble birth to become Rhaegar’s wife, so as to ensure the inheritance of white haired, purple eyed offspring. Aerys failed to find a match in both Westeros and Essos. It was only after searching in these two continents that he agreed to marry Rhaegar to Elia Martell, because of her distant Targaryen ancestor, princess Daenerys Targaryen. Finding someone who ‘looks like Laenor’ would be no easy feat, much less someone who has access to Rhaenyra and whose presence would not attract immediate suspicion.

3. Which leads me to my last point. People sometimes say, ‘They should’ve tried for a baby anyways.’ In the books, at least, it’s said that Laenor is the one that spurns Rhaenyra. To this I say, should she have sexually assaulted him so as to procure an heir? Additionally, the Middle Ages understanding of sex and procreation was much more primitive compared to our own. Some royals didn’t even know that intercourse was required to have a child, such as King Louis and Marie Antoinette. Those who did understand weren’t sure what factors helped conceive a child and what did not. Something like ‘semen contains sperm which is used to fertilize the egg’ was not something that was known to people at the time. Therefore, the suggestion of using a turkey baster to artificially impregnate Rhaenyra are laughable. As for the couple themselves, it’s entirely possible that Laenor simply inserted himself into Rhaenyra, lay there for what he thought was an appropriate amount of time, and then withdrew without ejaculation. It may sound ridiculous, but I’ll also remind you that it was thought for a time that jumping backwards and sneezing after sex was thought to be a sufficient form of contraception in parts of medieval Europe.

All of this is to say that, in my opinion, Rhaenyra made the best of a difficult situation. It wasn’t ideal, but the alternatives were worse. And we shouldn’t shame a woman for what amounts to nothing more than having sex outside of marriage.

#asoiaf #hotd #rhaenyra targaryen #harwin strong #laenor valeryon #jacaerys velaryon #joffrey velaryon #lucerys velaryon #team black #my posts #valyrianscrolls

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whataboutthefish · 1 year

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While you were sleeping

Omegaverse, Steddie, mpreg

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Dear Eddie,

Where do I start? Dustin has given me this tape recorder so I can keep a diary of sorts for you. I guess we have some pretty big news to share.

We’re pregnant.

So I found out today. I’ve been feeling a bit shit, tired and achy and Robin and her big mouth joked that I could be pregnant. I think the way all the color left my face concerned her a little, so she held my hand and we did the test.

I don't want you to miss out on a single moment so here I am probably 6 weeks pregnant, taking a polaroid in profile to show you with this recording.

Any bump you see is more to do with the box of twinkies I stress ate this morning than the tiny bundle of cells making themselves at home in my womb.

I’m so scared, Eddie, I know you’ll wake up soon and laugh; we’ve been to hell, fought demons and survived, what’s scary about one little pup.

Please wake up soon.

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Nine Weeks

Morning sickness is the worst, especially at 3pm. Why do they even call it morning sickness? It's stupid and I hate it. I can’t stand the smell of tobacco, Hopper stopped by the hospital and I vomited on his shoes.

Oh yeah Hopper’s alive, he’s different, you can tell he’s been through it. 8 months is a long time to rot in a Russian jail. You don’t need to beat him by the way, we’d be happy to see you open those eyes any day.

It doesn’t feel real yet, the seedling is still just a bean, and besides the nausea and back ache I don’t feel any different.

I miss you.

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Twelve Weeks

Doctor asked if we wanted to know the sex, I said no. I don’t want to find out without you, I want you there when we first meet our seedling. You can almost see the bump now, Robin says I’m just getting fat, maybe she’s right.

I love the way my body is changing, I’m going soft everywhere, not just my stomach, my chest, my face everything is getting soft. Nancy says I have the pregnancy glow, and my hair is the healthiest it’s ever looked. I guess pregnancy looks good on me.

Wake up soon, Eds, I don’t want you to miss this.

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Sixteen Weeks

I had to get elastic waisted pants. You better not laugh when you hear this because this is all your fault!

Robin is going to birthing classes with me, I'm pretty sure half the group think we are a couple. I’m not in a rush to change their minds, the sad looks are getting to me. When you tell someone your partner is in hospital and you don’t know when they will come home, well, people look at you with pity and a sense of panic in their eyes. Seems people are uncomfortable with the prospect of death, and me an unmated omega, the shame.

No, I think I'll just be the turkey baster lesbian couple instead for now.

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Twenty Two Weeks

Felt her kick today, at first I thought it was just gas but then she really got going, it’s like butterflies in your stomach. I know we decided to keep the sex a surprise but I just have a feeling. Dustin did some old wives tale trick with a pendulum and agrees with me, god knows where he dug that bit of information from.

We are past the point of fitting into elastic waists and I am officially in maternity wear. I am not happy about this. The clothes are obscenely cutesy, with a wide variety of moo moos and oversized sweaters to choose from.

I’m afraid your hellfire shirt is now completely stretched out and no longer yours. I’m not giving it back.

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Twenty Five Weeks

Robin is on at me about picking a name, at least a short list, but I can’t. Seedling will suffice for now, you’ll wake up soon and we can argue about all the silly names you’ll choose. I’ve already vetoed Frodo so you can forget about that suggestion.

The nurses helped me lay beside you today. I was so tired and seedling was very active, they helped me lay your hand over my stomach and she played with you for over an hour. I would have been mad, she was really going for my kidneys but I swear I saw your eyes open, just for a moment. The doctors think I'm over tired, seeing things that aren’t there, but I know you’re still in there.

You just have to follow my voice, just follow my voice and come back to us.

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Twenty Eight Weeks

Seedlings' favorite time of day is when we are with you, she can’t seem to sit still when she’s with her daddy. I don’t know what you’ll want to be called when she arrives, but I’ve decided on Oma. I know it’s old fashioned but it feels right.

We are so close now, my back aches and my ankles are swollen and all I want is for you to hold me in your arms and tell me it’s all going to be alright.

We might stay a little longer tonight, seedling wants to feel you close and so do I.

Eddie?

Oh my god, Eddie…

Nurse, come quick he’s opened his eyes…

#steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #omegaverse #mpreg #omega steve harrington #alpha eddie munson

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anna-thesimp · 3 months

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My love is mine all mine: Valentines day special (Late!)

Valentines Day was today and lots of couples came into the bistro. Vince put out a special for today and it was about the only thing sold that day. Once the bistro closed Vince was making sure everything was put in place.

"Doing anything special today?" Rody was still here whichever shock Vincent but his expression didn't change.

"No I'm not, you doing anything?" Vince was genuinely curious, but the tone and his face expression said otherwise.

"I would, but my girl isn't picking up the phone, so I won't today." Vine thought for a second, but his words spilled out his mouth before realizing it.

"Come over to my place for Valentines day."

"What?" Vince tried to come up with something to cover up his awkwardness. Thank God his face was turned away from Rody, a splash of was on his cheeks.

"This day isn't the best day be alone, and its your birthday, so come over to my place." Hopefully Rody didn't notice the nervousness in Vince's voice.

"Sure what time?"

"7 sharp."

"Got it seen you then!" Rody's smiled left the building, pink was slapped back on Vince's cheek.

Get yourself together Vincent you shouldn't act like this!

He then left to go to his apartment.

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6:59. Vince wore an all black outfit, his hair looked slicked back. Then a knocked on his door, Vince went to open it and there was Rody, he looked out of breath, and wearing his casual outfit.

"Did...I....make....it?" Vince looked at the time.

7 o'clock

"Barley, Idiot, get inside." Rody step in and shut the door behind him.

"I made some meatloaf, if you want anything." Vince nod his head to the meatloaf on the counter. Rody passed on it.

The two sat in awkward silence.

"What do you usually do on your birthday?" Vince tried to break the awkwardness.

"I would go out with my girlfriend for dinner and just talk with her." Vince face looked a little pissed.

"Anything else?"

"Oh! We dance! Have you ever danced Vince?" Rody's question answered with a head shake, there was a sad look on the gingers face.

Rody got up and looked around the apartment and saw a record player and looked at the Albums.

"Do you mind?"

"Not at all." Vince poured a glass of wine. Rody grab and album and carefully pulled out the record and set it carefully on the player. Then her put the little hand on the record as music plays.

(Play song here)

Rody walks over to Vince and put his hand out.

"May I?" Vince felt the blood rush to his cheeks but it didn't appear that much. Putting his glass down and took Rody's hand..it felt warm as the sun, Vince's hand felt cold and freezing.

"I'll take the lead in this one ok?" One hand was in Vince's, others on Vince's hip. Vince's hand was on Rody's shoulder. They started doing a waltz as Rody leads Vince's body.

"One-two-three, one-two-three," Rody counts in his head. The two were barely touching the ground at this point. Vince was shocked how good Rody was at dancing. Out of nowhere Rody Spins Vince's body like it was nothing Rody's laughter filled the air.

Baster. Vince had a smile on his face as he was drop to the ground again, clearly dizzy Rody held onto Vince, their faces where inches apart.

"You good?" Rody double checks on Vince just to make sure he was ok.

"Promise not to quit after I do this."

"What?"

Cold lips found a pair of warm lips.

If it wasn't perfect nothing was at that moment. Vince hand cuped Rody's cheek as they pressed their lips against eachother. Unexpected Rody was push back into the couch a small chuckle left Rody's lips.

"Do you wanna continue?" Vince immediately placed his Lips back on Rody's for a moment...Nothing matter.

After a few minutes they released eachother from their arms. Sitting back up in the couch Rody and Vince where getting their gasp of air.

"I made some Cake if you want any." Rody nods as they enjoyed a slice.

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Fuck. Vince woke up the pink painted on his cheeks. It was just a dream....why did it feel so real?

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Note this chapter is a special and not part my story i just wanted to make it :)

#dead plate #rody dead plate #vincent dead plate #dead plate game #rody lamoree #rody x vincent #Spotify

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