#but fuck it I've had my french movies moments it's also good to give the people what they want from time to time

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I'm doing all of the very uhhh "Zelda fanservice" shots tonight, with the help of my broken laptop hanging for dear life, and it's..... kinda fun not gonna lie... :>

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Ruin the Friendship- Bob Floyd

Warnings: Best friends to lovers trope, it’s so obvious they love each other they’re stupid, language, filth, some angst (why not?), unprotected sex, oral sex (f receiving), Bob being pussy drunk.

Summary: The night before Bob leaves for Boot Camp, he's learned no one has gone down on his best friend. He's determined to fix that.

Words: 4.8K

This is for @attapullman's Bob Fucks celebration!

When you've been friends with someone since preschool, you get to know them like the back of your hand. Certain quirks and sayings that no longer surprise you. 

“God, I wish that were me.”

It wasn't the first time Bob heard you say that. Usually there was a cute dog around, or a sushi boat being delivered at a restaurant when you said it. 

But saying it during an oral sex scene in a movie was new. 

It also brought up many questions. 

Questions Bob shouldn't ask, considering he's known you since preschool. Questions Bob couldn't ask right now, because he was too preoccupied looking at you. 

Your eyes were fixated on the screen, focused on the actress withering. Occasionally, they would dart to the other actor who was between the actress’ thighs. Bob noticed the increased rise and fall of your chest, how your front teeth dug into your bottom lip, how when you lean forward, the v-line cut of your shirt showed off the tops of your breasts. The soft glow of the lamps highlighted the beautiful features on your face. 

All things he shouldn’t be noticing about his best friend. But then again, best friends shouldn’t be watching a French film together whose plot line focused on sexual liberation before he went off to Navy boot camp. 

Granted, you and Bob haven’t had a conventional best friend relationship in a while, if at all, considering both sets of parents claimed you two promised to marry each other at the age of four. 

Promises or not, best friends shouldn’t be one another’s first kiss. Or make out practice partners. Or each other’s New Year's kiss when y'all were single. Or spend Valentine's Day together at the local dinner. 

The line between friends and something more was blurry, saved by a comment that ensured the other to think that the feelings that had been brewing weren't reciprocated. 

“You’re a good kisser. Kelsey McCoy is going to think so too.”

“If Tommy Delaine doesn't like you, he's a dumbass.” 

“I’m sure next year you’ll have someone.”

“If I had to spend it with anyone, I want it to be with my best friend.”

“You’re an amazing friend, you know that?”

Why say that if you harbor romantic feelings? Surely, all those kisses and talk of marriage meant nothing to them. 

At least that's what the other thought. 

It's because of this blurry line that Bob doesn't bite his tongue, doesn't throw away the comment to be forgotten. Instead, he speaks up. 

“Been awhile?” 

And because it's Bob, the guy you've known your whole life, the guy you tell everything to, your response rolls off your tongue without a second thought. 

“Try never.” 

It takes Bob a moment to process your words as the way your lips wrap around the beer bottle is far too distracting. But just like processing a car accident, once it registers, your words bring his brain to a screeching halt. 

“Wait, never?” The shrug you give isn’t satisfactory. He grabs the remote to pause the movie, ignoring your cries of protest. 

“Real talk; are you saying that no one has ever gone down on you?” 

You sigh, regretting saying anything in the first place. One would think that after years of friendship, you’d know well enough that once Bob set his mind to something, he wouldn't relent until satisfied. 

You down the remnants of your beer, mentally preparing for this conversation. 

“No Robby. I've never had someone eat me out. Happy now?” Reaching for the remote was all in vain, as he just held it further away from you. 

Darn those long limbs. 

“But you've been with people…..so what did they do?” When you looked at him, there was no malice, just Bob looking genuinely baffled. His gentle blue eyes put you at ease, giving you the comfort to explain. 

“They would touch me,” you motioned to the lower half of your body, “And like finger me. Enough to get me ready, I guess.” 

Bob raised an eyebrow, “You guess?” 

College was supposed to be a time for you to explore, to figure yourself out, to interact with new people. 

And yet, when it came to the relationship aspect, everything had fizzled. You were now going into your junior year having yet to experience a meaningful romantic relationship. 

Did you just have shit luck? Or was it because your mind would wander back to a bespectacled best friend when you were in bed with someone else? 

“So instead of eating you out, which would actually be enjoyable on your end, you're telling me they just stuck their hand down there and hoped they were rubbing your clit? You didn't ever ask them to do something else?” 

Bob didn't have the pristine mouth that parents thought he possessed. You knew, and had known for a while. And yet, hearing him say the phrase your clit in his deep, slightly twangy voice felt different. 

You rubbed your thighs together. 

“Are you shaming the people I've been with or me?” 

Bob closed the difference between you and him on the couch, placing a hand on your bare knee. 

Have his hands always been so big and veiny? 

Fuck, did you have a thing for hands? 

“I'm not shaming you. I’m shaming the people you've been with because well,” he ran a hand up and down the back of his neck, “Well, I enjoy giving….I like doing it. So I guess I'm surprised other people don't?” 

His statement was shocking because everyone else you had been with viewed it as a chore, as something to use every excuse in the book to avoid doing. 

Too tired. Takes too long. Wet enough so what's the point? 

“You…like doing it?” 

The tops of his cheeks reddened, despite a smirk beginning to form, “Yeah. I like giving and I like making them feel good. It's also a confidence booster, being able to make someone fall apart with your mouth.” 

It shouldn't come as a surprise, it was Bob after all. The same Bob who always brought an extra pencil with him to algebra, in case you forgot yours. The same Bob who shared his Dunkaroos because your mom refused to buy them. The same Bob who made his dream of serving his country finally come true after years of hard work. 

He was selfless. But this didn't feel like selflessness. Hearing him talk about giving pleasure, making someone fall apart with his mouth, was different. Even his voice when he said it was different, raspier than usual. 

“Well,” you scooted closer to the edge of the couch, trying to widen the gap so he couldn't feel how hot your body was, “I can't wait ‘til I meet someone who feels the same way.” 

“You don't have to wait.” 

The grip on your beer bottle tightened, the alcohol getting caught in your throat. There's no way he could have just said that, no way he could be implying what you're thinking. 

But when you look at Bob, he was staring back with raised eyebrows and thin lips curled into a little smirk. The same look he’s given you countless times before when he mumbles a smartass comment only your ears were privy to hear. 

You heard me. 

“What-are you…” You stared at him, mouth agape. Bob appeared unphase by it, like he had just offered something totally normal and rational. 

Perhaps it was the three beers he had downed. Perhaps it was the rush of adrenaline kicking in after realizing this was his last chance at making a move before he left. 

“Wouldn't that be like crossing a line?” Your head was racing, alternating between flashbacks of when you kissed Bob and imagining what it would be like to have his mouth on your body. 

“Wouldn't be much different from what we’ve already done.” 

All the air was sucked out of the room by his comment. Because of course he wasn't doing this because he wanted to, because he wanted you. This would be meaningless, just like everything else. If you went through with this, you’d wake up the next day to Bob leaving with nothing changed, still in this seemingly endless limbo. 

Long, nimble fingers hooked themselves under your chin, gently forcing you to look up. 

The look he gave you was unfamiliar. His eyes remained focused on your face, though it seemed like they were searching. 

For what, you couldn't tell. 

After what felt like an eternity, he finally spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. 

“Do you want it to be different?” 

What good was telling him if he didn’t feel the same way, thus ruining a great friendship?

“Do you want it to be different Robby?” You countered back. 

He leaned in, his breath hot on your face, “I asked you first.”

He thought he had the upper hand. But you were like a lightning bug, faster.  

“I asked you second, Robby.”

Like a rubber band, the tension snapped as Bob was unable to hold back a snort of laughter. The tension left your shoulders, the sight of him laughing familiar and safe. 

“I’m going to really miss your resounding maturity,” Bob deadpanned after gaining the ability to compose himself, though a sweet crooked smile remained. 

It was now your turn to roll your eyes, though it didn’t stop the smile currently forming on your face. Seeing this side of Bob was always fun; most folks thought he was quiet and meek. The truth was that he liked to observe and didn’t find value in speaking when it wasn’t necessary. He didn’t hold back with you, didn’t feel the need to sit and observe. He truly conversed with you and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you feel special. 

He was never that way with the other girls he dated. 

“You love me,” you teased back. It was a comment you've said countless times, always with that sweet, albeit mischievous smile that made Bob's heart flutter. 

But this time instead of shaking his head or rolling his eyes, he leaned forward until your foreheads were touching. 

Seeing him up close took your breath away. You could see how his roots were beginning to darken, the blonde fading as he got older. The little scar on his chin from a BB Gun incident when he was ten. Eyes bluer than the ocean. The ends of his hair were beginning to curl, something you'd greatly miss when he'd get the military mandated buzz cut. 

“Yeah, I do.” There was no teasing in his voice. No mischief in his eyes. Instead of playfully shaking your shoulder, his hand found its way to the back of your neck, fingers cupping your warm skin. He was moving quickly, making you unable to truly process what he had just said. 

Despite it being new territory, he was handling it beautifully. You, on the other hand, were torn between wondering if your increased heart beat was medically concerning and how large Bob’s hands were. 

“You gotta….if you want to stop, tell me,” His breathing had increased, like it did when he had finished his part in the marching band. But this wasn’t marching band practice and y’all weren’t on the high school field. You were in your parents’ basement, with Bob’s lips quickly closing the gap between yours and his. 

It wasn’t your first time kissing Bob, but it might as well have been. Years of experience had given him more confidence. He knew where to put his hands now, one still on your neck to guide you, the other gripping the soft flesh of your hip. He didn’t hesitate to slide his tongue across your bottom lip, successfully driving you wild. 

When the rounded tip of his nose brushed against yours, a soft laugh escaped your lips. Bob didn’t mind, using the chance to let his tongue explore your mouth. Your body leaned towards him, hands gripping the soft fabric of his old Warped Tour T-shirt. 

“I thought you,” your words were slurred, a weak moan interrupting your speech due to his lips moving down to your neck, “Thought you were gonna eat me out.” 

Bob’s moan vibrated against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. His hands traveled to your breasts, gripping them through your T-shirt. It wasn't a hard squeeze, which is what you were used to. 

It was pleasurable. Bob was pleasurable. 

“Did none of the guys you were with do foreplay?” He asked, his hands continuing their ministrations. 

“I-fuck- yes they did, it just never took this long,” you grunted against his lips. 

“God, you have terrible taste in men.”

You wanted to let Bob know that he was now included in that group. But then his fingers hooked themselves around the band of your shorts, pulling them down. Had you known what tonight would entail, you would have opted for underwear that wasn't so worn. The long hairs on his arms tickled your sensitive skin as he moved to kneel on the floor, the cool basement air making you realize just how wet you were. 

How could he do that so quickly? 

He pinned your hips against the soft couch cushions. With anyone else, you would complain with how hard he was gripping your soft skin. But with Bob, you’d love it. It meant hand-shaped bruises that would stay after he left, reminding you of tonight. 

When his sharp nose nudged your clothed slit, a loud gasp erupted from your mouth. 

Thank god your parents were on vacation. 

His tongue was so wide as it stroked the quickly dampening fabric. How was he able to find your clit so quickly? Most struggled to find it even after your panties had been taken off. 

Bob couldn’t help but chuckle upon hearing your strained whimpers. You were practically squirming, hips erratically jerking with every touch. 

“Wha-why did you stop?” You whined, looking down to find him staring up to you. 

“Are you-I just need to know, do you still want this?” God, he was so fucking considerate. In any other moment, you’d find it endearingly sweet. 

But if his tongue felt that good against your covered cunt, you were dying to feel it without the barrier. 

“Robby, I swear to god, if you don’t eat me out, I’m going upstairs and using my vibrator,” Your voice was strained, your knuckles turning white from gripping the couch cushions.  

He laughed.  Bob knew you were bluffing. He had just gotten started and you were already so wet. 

Slowly, he took his glasses off, placing them on the coffee table behind him, making a show of it. 

“Won’t need those. I’m nearsighted after all.”

“You little-” The insult remained unsaid, as Bob pushed your underwear to the side, his mouth instantly latching onto your swollen clit. 

His mouth was warm. The pressure wasn’t too much, just enough to make you wither in pleasure. It felt so good, so fucking good. When Bob looked up, he found your mouth open, despite no sounds coming out. 

Good. 

You deserved to know what it was like, to have someone care about your pleasure, to focus solely on making you feel incredible. 

God, he could feel his cock throbbed. You looked so pretty with your eyes glazed over, mouth agape as you watched him, completely enthralled. 

And he had just gotten started. 

He wanted to do more than make you come, he wanted to blow your mind. Call it selfish, but Bob wanted to ruin you for anyone else. He had always held back his tongue when it came to the people you dated, knowing sooner or later you'd realized they weren't worth your time. 

But now he had his chance and Bob sure as hell wasn't going to let it slip away. 

The loud sound of fabric ripping broke you out of the pleasure filled haze you were in. Before you could make a sound about your now ripped underwear, your knees were pinned to your chest, giving Bob complete access to your soaked core.

“So fucking sweet,” He groaned against your cunt, sending vibrations all through your body, “Sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.” 

“Robby.” 

To say Bob dreamed of hearing you moan his name would be the understatement of the fucking century. 

Your whole body was on fire, unable to do anything else but take everything Bob was giving. 

A resounding moan fell from your lips as Bob thrusted two fingers inside you, your walls struggling to accommodate the unexpected stretch. 

Was he this thick elsewhere?

You wanted to find out. Wanted to feel it inside you, in your mouth. You shamelessly wanted it all. But you couldn’t even voice that because Bob was tracing figure eights on your clit, his fingers brushing against a spot you thought Cosmo had made up. 

Fuck, he was doing a number on you. His soft hair threaded through your fingers as you gripped the strands. Your hips involuntarily jerked upwards, desperate to get as much of Bob as possible. 

You kept expecting him to stop, considering you were wet enough for him to fuck you. That's what everyone else did. 

But Bob Floyd wasn't like everyone else. Far from it. 

He was fucking delighted to hear all the cute, strained noises coming from you as he continued.  Each time you tugged on his hair, a groan would fall from his lips. It was the prettiest sound you had ever heard. 

Why did either of you wait this long? 

You tried to communicate, to let him know you were close, tugging on his hair, trying to move away from his mouth. 

But Bob was deceivingly strong, using his free hand to pin your hip back to the couch, his mouth firmly on your pussy. 

When you looked down, you were in awe of how blissed Bob looked. His eyes were closed as his mouth remained latched to your clit. The sounds of your own wetness were obscene, but barely audible over the moans Bob was letting out. 

He really did enjoy it.

“Come. Wanna taste ya,” His voice was muffled as he added a third finger inside you. 

Worried thoughts of coming on his face left your brain as pleasure coursed through your veins. Without any warning, the band that had been tightening came undone.

Bob used both hands to hold your hips firmly in place, his tongue lapping up your release. 

You don't recall coming this hard or this long before. It wasn't a small wave, it felt like the whole damn ocean was taking you under. 

His fingers continued to stretch you open, prolonging your high. The Navy was the perfect fit for him, considering he could apparently hold his breath for an impressive amount of time. 

The soft fabric of the couch cushions brushed as the back of your head, your eyes half closed. You couldn't even voice an acknowledge when Bob’s mouth and fingers withdrew from your abused cunt. 

“You're so pretty when you come,” Bob murmured, his lips brushing against yours. 

Your hands tugged on the soft fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer. 

“M-my turn,” you whined, hips jerking up towards his. 

Bob shook his head, “Wanna be inside ya.” 

How was this the same guy who feared clowns as a kid? 

Before you could even question it, Bob had sat down on the couch, gripping your hips to help you straddle his lap. When had he taken off his jeans? How was he so quick- 

Jesus Christ, he was huge. 

“Fuck, she was right.” 

Bob looked up from where you two were about to connect, a very confused look on his face, “Excuse me?” 

“Betsey Thomas said you had a huge dick,” you confessed, wishing that you'd think before speaking for once. 

Bob’s brows knitted together in confusion, “Betsey Thomas has never seen my dick, the fuck are you talking about?” 

“Said she could tell you were packing because of the gym shorts you'd wear for PE class.” Bob signed, shaking his head as he muttered something about the required uniform. 

“I….we can unpack this later-” 

You snorted, “Why? Too busy packing here?” 

Your laughter was cut short by Bob rubbing his cock against your soaked cunt. Memories of high school escaped your brain, the only thing you could focus on now was Bob and his huge dick. 

Curious wasn't accurate. Frankly, you were desperate for him. Had been since middle school, if you were being truthful. 

“Woah, hey. Easy baby, easy,” his voice made your thighs clench, made you whine into his shoulder as you tried to line your aching hole with his cock. 

Finally, you felt him at your entrance. Slowly, he filled you up inch by inch. Every time you tried to urge him to go faster, Bob would simply shake his head before pressing a kiss against your cheek. 

“Don't want to hurt ya darlin’.” 

Darlin. You were his darlin. 

He made you feel so full, and you didn't even have it all inside of you yet. All you could do was cling to him as he whispered praises in your ears. 

Once you reached the base, it felt like you and Bob were the only ones in the world. At least, that’s what you pretended. It was better than thinking about how he would be gone for who knows how long after tonight. After boot camp was done, he would be off to train for the Navy. 

Even he didn't know when he would return home. 

It wasn't fair, finally expressing your feelings for one another just to be separated immediately after. You wanted him to stay, to go on dates with him, to visit him on the weekends when school started, just like everyone else in a long distance relationship. 

“Hey, what's wrong? Do you- we can stop if you want, it's okay.” Bob’s voice was soft, full of concern. 

His hand lifted your chin up from his shoulder, revealing your watery eyes. 

“I don't want you to go.” 

“I know,” his voice was barely a whisper, matching your volume. Long fingers gently traced over your face, as if he was trying to memorize them. 

“I know it's horrible timing, but we'll figure it out, okay? I want to figure it out with you, I promise,” He peppered your face with soft kisses, earning a small smile out of you. 

“But for now, can I make ya feel good? Because I'm willing to bet no guy has made you come while fucking ya.” 

Unlike in the past, where Bob’s smartass comments earned him a shove, you pressed your lips against his. 

“I'm gonna start moving now, okay?” Even though he warned you, nothing could have prepared you for how full Bob made you when his hips thrusted upwards. 

“You're-fuck- you feel so good, oh my God.” 

Your fingers tangled into Bob’s hair, trying to commit the feeling to memory. 

Bob was trying to do the same, his hands roaming over your body as he took in your scent. Maybe if he asked nicely, you'd let him take a bottle of your perfume with him. 

He was going to need it for the next few months. 

Your mouth clashed against his, tongue desperate to taste him. Wandering hands desperate to feel everything everywhere. 

“When-fuck- when I come back, wanna take you out. W-we can go to that Italian place by your school. The one where you have to wear a tie.” How Bob was able to talk coherently while fucking you was beyond comprehension. 

The Navy will be lucky to have his great ability to multitask. 

“Gonna bring ya flowers too. Sunflowers ‘cause they're-oh my god- you're favorite.” You didn't think you could recall your full name with the way Bob is thrusting into you, much less favorite things. 

Your walls clench around Bob’s thick cock, eliciting a desperate groan from him, rather than the instant ejaculation you were used to. 

“If you keep doing that, I'm gonna come,” Bob whined into the crook of your neck.

“That’s-shit- the point,” you grunted, your hips picking up speed. 

Bob shook his head, “Need you to come first.” 

Confusion caused you to still your hips, “Bob, I already-” 

“Don't finish that sentence, don't you dare,” Bob ended his command with a strong thrust that made you feel as if he was splitting you open on his cock. 

Your head dropped down to the crook of his neck. His skin was so warm and the smell of sage was nearly overwhelming. You knew exactly what body wash he had used, as it was the same one he wore ever since junior year, when you commented on how nice it was. 

In hindsight, it was painfully obvious. 

His lips found yours, capturing them in a desperate kiss. When you felt his fingers draw circles on your clit, you saw stars. 

You didn't know it could feel this good with someone. This was more than a quick fuck, as you actually felt cared for. It was intense, the sensitivity of your first orgasm still echoing every time the thick head of his cock brushed against your walls. 

It's audible how wet you are for Bob. He can feel it at the base of his cock, which makes him wonder what it would be like to have you on your knees, or better, your back, all spread out for him. 

“C’mon sweet girl,” he’s panting, voice desperate and raspy, “Wanna-fuck! Wanna feel you come s’bad, please, please baby.” 

Each circle drawn on your clit causes the band in your stomach to tighten. Combined with Bob’s words, you knew you wouldn't last much longer. 

“You're incredible, shit, I-fuck. All yours. Wanna be all yours. Fuck fuck fuck, clenching me so hard, fuck, don't stop.” Obscene was not a word many, if any, would use to describe Bob Floyd. 

Up until thirty minutes ago, you would have considered yourself part of that group. 

But now? Now you were falling apart on his cock. The rush of pleasure had hit like a brick, coursing through your veins. It hit harder than anything else, harder than the now banned alcohol caffeine combo drink, or any controlled substance doctors had prescribed to help you focus. 

His finger-fuck, usually you had to use two of your own- didn’t stop rubbing your clit, nor does he stop thrusting in and out of your pulsing cunt. It's almost as if-no, you know Bob’s enjoying making you feel euphoria. 

That's what blows your mind. His laser focus on your pleasure, rather than his own. Truthfully, he could have come already and you wouldn't have thought twice about it. 

But now it was all you could think about. How much he cared, how good he felt. How incredible it was for him to pull your hips flushed against his, filling you to the brim with his cock. 

“Holy shit you're so tight-I, sh-should I pull out?” 

Instead of answering, you used all your strength to rock your hips against him. Considering he made you come twice, the least you could do was help him find his release. 

Your fingers gripped his hair, tugging on the strands as your mouth clashed against his. 

The downright guttural groan he releases against your mouth has you clamping down on his cock. The motion finally leads to Bob’s undoing, causing him to come deep inside you, warmth flooding your body. 

His arms are wrapped around your body, clinging onto you as if he thinks you'll disappear if he lets go. 

You’d be a damn fool to. 

The basement is now quiet, apart from the heavy breathing coming from both you and Bob. 

After several minutes pass by, you gather the courage to break the silence, “Did you mean all that? Taking me out on a date and being mine?” 

Bob’s cheek burned a bright red as he timidly nodded his head, “I….yeah. I didn't mean to say it when we were, you know. I'm sorry.” 

You pressed a reassuring kiss to his warm cheek, “Robby, what do you feel the need to apologize for?” 

He looked up to you, those earnest blue eyes sparkling, “Shit timing?” 

“You're not wrong about that, but like you said earlier, I want to work it out with you.” Your words brought comfort, giving Bob the confidence to place a sweet kiss right on your lips. His smile was burning into yours, causing your stomach to flutter. 

“I know it's not that Italian restaurant, but can I take you out to breakfast tomorrow?” 

The local diner had been a go-to since y'all were thirteen. But this time would be different. This time you wouldn't feel the urge to look away when he caught you staring. This time neither one would correct the waitress when she'd make a comment about y'all being a cute couple. 

The soft call of your name pulled you out of your thoughts. 

“Uh can I….eat you out again? Tomorrow obviously! Like before we go to the diner?” 

Good Lord this man was going to be the death of you.

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Cheesecake - “Baby, don’t make me spell it out for you… you know I want you.”

Castella cake - “I can give you a list of how you make me feel.”

Swiss rolls - “Oh my, what have I dont to deserve such a beautiful smile.”

Apple pie - “I must be in heaven”

Mochi - “If you don’t behave I’ll let the boys handle you.”

Dango - “How can you still look so attractive while crying?”

Miso butter cookie - “You’ve never even touched yourself?”

Crepe cookies - “What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since we were kids?”

Nama Chocolate - “You know, I could get you off right here, right now.”

Purin - "If he fucks with me again, i'm finishing inside of you."

Tiramisu - “I wonder if the boys would also like to see this cunt. Would you let them see it?”

Strawberry shortcake - “Why are you being so gentle with me? I like it when you’re rough.”

Fluffy pancakes - “Your thighs are shaking so much.”

Watermelon Sorbet - “How about you put these lips to work instead of just talking all the time?”

Zebra cake - “You taste like heaven, and I can’t get enough.”

Lemon slice - “Be good for me and I’ll untie you.”

Pull-apart bread - “I know you said no marks… But what if I put them where nobody except for me will see them?”

Ice cream sandwich - “You act all innocent and look so sweet, but I know what a dirty mind you really have.”

Chocolate cake - “We have to be quiet. If you make a sound, I’ll have to stop!”

Souffle - “When I tell you to sit on my face, I want you to sit, is that clear?”

S’mores - “I know baby, I know. I’m right here just breathe.”

Belgian waffles - "I've been waiting for this kiss since the moment I laid eyes on you."

Shortbread cookies - "You kissed me! You kissed me, how's that not a big deal?"

Angel food cake - “You know, I’m holding back from fucking you over this kitchen counter, don’t push your luck.”

Red velvet cake - "Why do we keep pretending we don't want to kiss each other?"

Croissants - "No goodnight kiss for me?"

Crepes - "If you wanted a kiss, all you had to do was ask."

French toast - "Just because I'm drunk doesn't mean I don't mean it when I say I want you to kiss me."

Churros - "On a scale of one to ten...how mad would you be if I kissed you right now?"

Eclairs - "I think I deserve a kiss."

Bagel - "You can't just kiss me and expect everything to be okay."

Peanut butter bars - "The only way this is ending is you getting pregnant."

Scones - "You're so much more agreeable when you have something to occupy that mouth of yours."

Fudge - “You know, a hug can be like medicine and make some of the pain go away. Wanna try?”

Chocolate mousse - “Is it okay, if we just lie down and watch a movie? I’m not feeling so good.”

Hot cross buns - “If you want to keep sitting on my lap you have to stop wiggling around like that.”

Brownies - “I see you’ve started without me.”

Cinnamon rolls - “Are you trying to turn me on right now? Because it’s working.”

Mango sorbet - “You have my full attention.”

Carrot cake - “C’mere, Sit down, tell me what’s going on.”

Pastry braid - “There’s no one else I’d rather bother for the rest of my life than you.”

Sourdough bread - “I would run out of breathe trying to describe all the reasons why I love you.”

❀ꗥ～ꗥ❀ 𝐒𝐢𝐝𝐞 ❀ꗥ～ꗥ❀

Misutgaru - Bondage

Banana milk - Cuckolding

Strawberry milk - Food play

Chocolate milk -Gagging

Omija tea - Breeding

Chrusanthemum tea - Public/Semi-public sex

Bacchus - Temperature play

Citron tea - Wax play

Green plum tea - Voyeurism

Barley tea - Cockwarming

Matcha - Doggy style

Genmaicha - Oral sex

Sakura tea - Rough sex

Royal milk tea - Vanilla sex

Melon soda - Jeaoulsy

Yakult - Spanking

Ramune - Orgasm control

Sake - Daddy/Appa kink

Soju - Mommy/Eomma kink

Coffee - Praise kink

Bubble tea - Sub! Reader

Vodka shot - Dom! Reader

Coconut water - Sub! Character

Sparkling water - Dom! Character

Energy drink - Aftercare

Champagne - Pregnancy

Red wine - Size kink

White wine - Strength kink

Espresso shot - Body worship

Lemonade - biting/hickies

Latte - Sugar daddy! Character

Water - Film/recording

Milkshake - Unprotected sex

Chai - Protected sex

Root beer - Degrading kink

Earl grey - Age gap

Americano - Big cock

Light roast coffee - Drunk sex

Medium roast coffee - Accidently launching relationship

Dark roast coffee - Lingerie

Hot chocolate - Cowgirl position

On the house - Author's choice!

[bookgeekgrrl]

My media this week (16-22 Oct 2022)

ᵛᵃᶜᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿ ʷᵉᵉᵏ ʷʰᵉᵉᵉᵉᵉ

📚 STUFF I READ 📚

😍Dishonor On Your Cow (mandarou) - 111K, shrunkyclunks - this fic is just fucking hilarious and so, so good - I had forgotten just all the great moments AFTER the initial meet-ugly, like bucky (sort of) becoming a cat and a multiverse Steve and repeated guest appearances by deadpool

🙂👂‍Curtain (Hercule Poirot #44) (Agatha Christie, author; Hugh Fraser, narrator) - though published last, it was written right after WW2 which made it interesting to read after later written novels. I've always thought this was a solid end to HP though.

🥰👂‍A Thief in the Night (Gentle Art World) (KJ Charles, author; James Joseph & Ryan Laughton, narrator) - delightful - KJC is an autobuy and never disappoints

🥰👂‍The Gentle Art of Fortune Hunting (Gentle Art World) (KJ Charles, author; Cornell Collins, narrator) - reading Toby's story (A Thief In The Night) made me want to revisit Robin & Hart - I forgot just how GOOD this was in terms of exploring different power differences and communication styles and how everyone is always bringing their own baggage/interpretations to what one thinks is a straightforward communication - fascinating and complex

🥰Whatever here that's left of me is yours (rainbow_nerds) - 41K, stucky AU - I'm a sucker for a ghost romance with a happy ending (esp if it gives me ghost sex first!)

😊Okay, so he can play… (pretty's got nothing to do with it) (darter_blue) - 50K, stucky college hockey AU (mildly a Check Please AU)

😍World Enough And Time (laiqualaurelote) - 51K, brilliantly done MFMM/Doctor Who AU

🥰👂‍The Spare Man (Mary Robinette Kowal, author & narrator) - MRK's self-stated mission was 'The Thin Man but in space' and she succeeded brilliantly. Loved ALL the characters and the plotty sometimes tortuous plot (very reminiscent of all the AC I've been reading). Gimlet (space Asta) is of course the biggest star. [There were one or two places where i had a flash of annoyance? irritation? at the plot/characters but I actually think this might have been because of the audiobook format? Like, if I had been textually reading i would have maybe rolled my eyes but it would have moved on more quickly. It was DEFINITELY a me thing, not truly a book thing.]

😊Murder on Board (Miss Underhay #10) (Helena Dixon) - Kitty & Co continue to be quick, light, cozy mystery fun. I do absolutely love the absurdly high body count this series is accumulating in such a short time.

🥰Clean Slated State (Justkeeptrekkin) - 42K, BlackBonnet AU with newly divorced/dating Stede & bartender Ed - fantastic characterizations, so enjoyable

😍by the moonlight side (wearing_tearing) - 92K, Steddie, werewolf!Steve - stayed up way, way too late for my old woman body reading this! SO. GOOD. Full of found family pack feels and wolfy goodness, tender and hot and emotional.

💖💖 +102K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖

How we rolled up the carpet so we could dance (rohkeutta, SulaSafeRoom) - MCU: Stucky, 7K - featuring Cap!Bucky and the tag "Tired Old Men In Need Of A Break"

Feeling I'll Forget, I'm In Love Now (smithsonianstucky (thelarenttrap)) - MCU: Stucky, 8K - great WS recovery fic - Bucky's touch starved but also traumatized so they get a cat

Apes Debemus Imitari (We Should Imitate the Bees) (buckysbees) - MCU: Stucky, 15K - semi-annual reread of this wonderful The Little Shop Around the Corner AU set in a farmers' market with beekeeper!Bucky. I love this fic so much. Basically any time someone mentions it I immediately have to reread it.

✨✨ also this absolutely marvelous essay ✨✨

‘Family Means No One Gets Left Behind’: An oral history of Lilo & Stitch, the Disney movie that almost brought hand-drawn animation back

📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺

Ghosts (US) - s1, e15-18; s2, e1-3

Columbo - s1, e6-7

ParaNorman

The Forgotten Disaster of the SS Eastland

🎧 PODCASTS 🎧

Ologies with Alie Ward - FIELD TRIP: I Go France and Learn Weird French Stuff

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Louie Mattar’s Fabulous Car

Switched on Pop - Steve Lacy brings bedroom pop to the Billboard top

Shedunnit Book Club - The Kidnap of Elizabeth Canning

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Meramec Caverns

99% Invisible #512 - Walk of Fame

Vibe Check - It's the Gayest Candy

Twenty Thousand Hertz+ - A Thousand Words

Song Exploder - Santigold "Ushers of the New World"

Into It - A Portrait of the Artist as Taylor Swift

Ologies with Alie Ward - Metropolitan Tombology (PARIS CATACOMBS) with Erin-Marie Legacey

One Year - 1942: The Most Hated Man in America

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Times Square Hum

Off Menu with Ed Gamble and James Acaster - Ep 155: Taron Egerton - where you will learn that Taron loooooooves mayonnaise and does occasionally like to just...spread it over a slice of pizza 'like a crumpet'. [if i have to have that knowledge you do too]

Strong Songs - "The Biggest Ball of Twine in Minnesota" by "Weird Al" Yankovic

🎶 MUSIC 🎶

'80s Rock

Journey

Presenting Iron Maiden

Presenting Joni Mitchell

Presenting Taylor Swift

The Loneliest Time [Carly Rae Jepsen]

Presenting Carly Rae Jepsen

[causeimhappinesss]

RE boys x reader (endometriosis headcanons)

Pairings: Leon S. Kennedy x reader - Chris Redfield x reader - Carlos Oliveira x reader - Albert Wesker x reader

Warnings: none

Disclaimer: I’m french and even though I've been learning English for ten years, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)

***

LEON S. KENNEDY

- Leon would found out after three months of dating, when you would refuse to go to a restaurant with him.

- you would lay in bed curled up against yourself and refuse to move.

- "why don't you just take some medicine? The pain will go away in 30 minutes."

- at that moment, you would have no choice but to tell him about your illness, the symptoms and the impact on your private and professional life

- Leon would be hella confused but he would understand and accept it, before trying to do his maximum for you at each crisis

- But Leon is also an awkward person, he's uncomfortable with people in pain, so he would avoid you as best as he could

- The only thing he would feel comfortable with is food, he would bring you everything you need, before pretending to go to work

- He would panic from time to time and wouldn't hesitate to take you to the hospital, if the pain is very bad

- He would secretly buy books about endometriosis and consult a lot of websites, in order to avoid any surprises

- "Does it hurt when we have sex? Why didn't you tell me? Fuck..." he would start to panic, pacing in front of you, hands in his hair, ready to rip it out. Honestly, it would be as funny as it would be adorable.

"Leon, pain during sex isn't for everyone. Take a deep breath, okay?"

"Huh? Ohhhh! Okay, that makes me feel better."

- He'd kiss your forehead and go grab a beer to relax because that's how Kennedy relaxes when he's stressed

CHRIS REDFIELD

- If he was still in his twenties, he would have asked you to stop acting like you just got shot, but the years have softened him and the experiences have made him more compassionate. (Did you know that Chris was a fighter even as a member of S.T.A.R.S.?)

- He would know this from the beginning of your relationship and would be very patient and gentle.

- Like Leon, he would read everything he could find about endometriosis to know how to manage your attacks and relieve your symptoms

- He would give you lots of hugs, kisses and the best massages possible

- He would ask Claire and Jill for advice on a regular basis

- He would buy you relief food, the best painkillers and make sure you see the best doctors

- Chris would cook your favorite meals during every crisis, because the guy has cooking skills, since he raised Claire (and he had to handle a lot of things after his parents died) and would agree to watch your favorite movies, even the ones he hate so much.

- "Is this going to stop us from having a family?" he'd ask after a year of dating. Chris is father material and would love to start a family, despite all the risks involved. This would also be his way of asking you if you would wanna start a family with him.

CARLOS OLIVEIRA

- Carlos would be panicked. Really panicked. He'd be gnawing on his fingers until they were a a little bit bloody.

- He would ask you all the time what you need, what he can do for you and he would do it immediately.

- Like Chris, he knows how to cook and will use his skills to charm your taste buds to make you forget all your symptoms, especially the pain.

- Carlos would find THE solution: to make you laugh, to entertain you. It would start by doing a little dance, salsa while cooking, with a very kitschy apron.

- He would start singing with a sugar baby Russian accent in the most hilarious way (A/N: I have nothing against Russians, I just needed an example 💜) because he's very good at imitating accents

- He'd go so far as to twerk on you, when your pain would be less severe

- When you're better, he would take you to the spa so your body can relax and you can spend romantic moments together (he's a sentimental guy but he'll never say it out loud)

ALBERT WESKER

- You would have hidden your illness from him since you know he doesn't want a weak human, also because you knew how lucky you were that he considers you almost his equal

- The way he would find out? Albert would start planning to bring an heir into the world, without even telling you. First, he'd swap your birth control pill for a placebo without you even realizing it. Your symptoms would get stronger and you wouldn't know why for months, but you'd keep hiding it from him. For a few months, he would keep having sex with you, mostly based on your menstrual cycle. The fact that you didn't get pregnant would raise questions.

- He would start making more and more researches about your health, including your fertility. As an extremely intelligent and scientific man, he would quickly guess that you have endometriosis.

- At first, he would hesitate to break up with you, since you can't give him an heir.

- He would come around to the realization that he's really in love with you and would confront you about it before trying to reassure you, but... He's Wesker, not Chris.

- He would try to develop a treatment, even though it's not his field of research, and inject products into your body to make you hyper fertile. Then he would market his new products on the black market.

- Albert isn't the most understanding person, but he would make sure you that you take your treatments, eat properly and stay hydrated. He would also give you some massages.

- You would have by your side the best specialists because you are precious to him. After all, you are the Goddess of the next world.

***

Instagram: @carolinemertz_

AO3: BetrayedWriter

[theoriginalcarnivorousmuffin]

When I saw 'Romanians' mentioned in your last post I had a wtf moment cause I have only watched the movies and I don't think I've ever noticed their existence. Regardless, I just had to read the wiki page and it is hillarious to me cause coincidence or not they seem to be named after the psychopathic ruler 'Vlad the impaler' and his cousin 'Stefan the great'(he might have murdered more people than his cousin known as the impaler, but you know he is great). Also, what do you think of them? Sorry for the rant...

You have no idea what you’ve unleashed.

I love the Romanians because they are, hands down, the trashiest, weirdest, lamest, loser vampires in Twilight canon. 

Just, these two are so hilariously beautiful.

First off, while Meyer undoubtedly named them with Vlad Tepish and Stefan the Great in mind, the Romanians are actually much older. We don’t have exact dates, but we know the Romanians (then presumably the Dacians), held great power over their territory for a thousand years before the Volturi had truly established themselves. After the Volturi took on and won against Amun’s coven in Egypt (and took the grateful Demetri off Amun’s hands making Amun still bitter thousands of years later) they waged war against the Romanians and won. (Vlad and Stefan are still very bitter but give us the silver lining of “oh yeah, well, we’re only partly petrified. SO TAKE THAT STUPID VOLTURI!”)

Vlad, Stefan, and Vlad’s wife were the only survivors. The Romanians, being one of the most evil and trashy covens in Twilight, decided to take on Volterra by amassing an army of 100 vampires. Hilariously, they had poor timing, this is a decade after Aro acquired Jane and Alec. The entire army is defeated in a second, Vlad’s wife is murdered, and by 810 AD, it’s just Vlad and Stefan.

They’ve remained losers the Volturi don’t take seriously ever since. Every decade, Demetri pays them a visit to remind them that yes, the Volturi does remember them and can find them any time they want to. Even more hilariously, Vlad and Stefan take this very seriously, and are constantly on the run from the Volturi, never aware that the Volturi actually don’t care. At all. 

Point being, given these guys, first it’s entirely likely their original names are not Vlad and Stefan. We see many of the vampires of the ancient world periodically change their name. We have Chelsea and Demetri, who are canonically acknowledged as having done this. Given when and where they were born, we can assume Marcus and Caius were not originally Marcus and Caius. Similarly, we can assume Aro’s name was originally far longer as well.

None the less, it would be just like these two to name themselves after these Romanian human warlords, one of whom serves and the inspiration for the modern vampire myth in Europe. And then, insist, of course, that the human rulers were actually named after Vlad and Stefan, because the humans still worship them, you know.

They’re going to be back on top any day now, you’ll see. 

That’s another thing worth getting into. The Romanians are evil. I’m not exaggerating this, of all the vampires in Twilight, they are the most appalling (and this is including James, Maria and the southern war lords, Joham... well not Joham, he’s a special brand of evil). These guys had a thousand year reign of terror in Dacia. Humans were butchered seemingly by entire villages, they made humans their slaves and demanded worship and sacrifice. When the humans periodically tried to overthrow them, they slaughtered them all, presumably placed their heads on spikes, and used them to taunt those few surviving humans.

When they lost power, they made an army a hundred vampires strong, which given what we see of the newborns in Seattle (who were only around twenty and still far too large to control), probably wiped out several large settlements in eastern Europe. Didn’t matter, just as long as they got rid of the Volturi.

And they miss those glory days dearly.

They actively reminisce about in Breaking Dawn to an oblivious Bella, who is just so happy these very important and impressive Europeans are here to help her beautiful daughter and so impressed they they’ve been fighting the corrupt Volturi for thousands of years (which is another bit of hilarity we’ll get into). You know, when/if the Volturi fall, the Romanians will be the first in line to rape the women and enslave us all. Good times, good times.

But back to them being trash people.

Vlad and Stefan are utterly destitute, their entire coven is destroyed, and yet they still insist they’re a Big Fucking Deal. Not only that, but just their every action is beyond weird. They talk in unison like Fred and George Weasley, they’re these ridiculously tiny men dressed as stereotypical vampires, and they show up out of nowhere on your doorstep saying, “So, hear you’re starting an insurrection against Volterra, Carlisle, we want in” (While Carlisle, I’m sure, just dies a thousand times inside). 

They then talk to Bella all about how they fight the corruption of the Volturi. What is the corruption, you ask? Well, the Volturi drove them out of their kingdom and liberated the human slaves. Then they imposed this stupid law where you couldn’t eat humans in broad daylight. Then when the Romanians tried to invade Italy they killed them all.

The Romanians will expose the Volturi’s crimes here and now. They stand for justice, peace, and Renezel--Renpunz--Renesmee. (The Romanians decidedly do not come for Renesmee, they hear about Carlisle’s army through the vampire European rumor mill, which just shows how out of hand it all got because now Carlisle’s amassing an army to protect the immortal child his son made. They show 0 interest in Renesmee.)

They give me serious McPoyle vibes.

More, beautifully, everything they touch becomes tainted.

Laurent, another beautiful loser character, starts life as a French courtier in Versailles. When he’s turned into a vampire, he assumes the vampire world works like Versailles. It works nothing like Versailles.

He seeks out those vampires with the greatest power.

Well, vampires in general are cannibalistic homeless nomads who care nothing for power.

This brings him, beautifully, to the Romanians. They insist to Laurent they’re super cool and powerful, Laurent believes them, but either Laurent eventually clues in or realizes something’s not right here. So, he goes to seek out the real power, the Volturi.

Unfortunately, Laurent is a loser, the Volturi is not court, and Aro has no need for some lackey trying to get in his good graces. Plus, Laurent hung out willingly with Vlad and Stefan. And anyone who does that...

So, Aro goes, “Ew, no, leave.”

Laurent is convinced, even when canon rolls around and he’s sunk so low as to hang out with James and Victoria (also loser vampires), that Aro will call him back any day now.

Aro never does. Laurent is eaten by untrained sixteen-year-old shape shifters.

But yes, point being, I imagine that in this modern era the Romanians would have a Go Fund Me for purchasing the blow torches they’ll use to destroy the Volturi once and for all. They also have a YouTube channel which is unintentionally dungeon porn, in which they cover their heads in bags so as not to be recognized, and talk about the good old days in thick Romanian accents. It’s a very popular YouTube channel, nobody understands why they wear so much body glitter.

Oh, right, Bella.

Bella is so beautiful with these guys. So, in Breaking Dawn, Bella actually takes the Romanians seriously. They’re all I describe above and more, they’re not hiding it, they’re full McPoyle (including the taking over the world built). Jake even tells Bella he finds them weird as hell. Bella thinks they’re great.

No, really, she thinks they’re great.

They tell her how they enslaved all the people in their territory, demanded tithes, and would eagerly do so again as soon as they get the chance and she stares at them with wide eyes and thinks about how cool all these vampires who came for precious Renesmee are. (Which, funnily, they actually all came either for Carlisle, because he has a billion friends everywhere, or else as a power grab like the Romanians, or both in Amun’s case. It’s the weirdest, most beautiful, mixture of people.)

Bella has her moments, but loving the Romanians has got to be a top ten for her. My explanation is that she’s so high on vampirism and Renesmee that this is all just great for her. LIFE IS WONDERFUL!

EDIT: I could no longer abide my spelling mistakes, I also edited a bit for cleanliness.

[alittlefrenchtree]

Ok, guys. I have a CRAZY idea. What if... we start talking about the movies and the source materials they're based on? Wouldn't be mindblowing? To talk about art? On tumblr? Within the Timmy fandom? I wonder what it would feel like.

SPOILERS DUNE BOOK I - CHAPTERS 16-17

Chapter 16:

🙌🙌 THANK YOU LIFE SOMEBODY IS FINALLY TALKING ABOUT FOOD 🙌🙌 Honestly this is the main point of creating a whole universe, right? What the food look like? So now I’m happy to have some, I would like to have more, please? Details, meals, dishes, drinks, I want to know everything. Please.

Interesting chapter tho. The kind that probably makes way more sense once you know the whole story very well, I think.

The part I paid more attention to is obviously Paul’s taking the Duke’s seat after his departure. It’s very often a highly symbolic thing (HA, now that I've read the next chapters, talk about a highly symbolic thing indeed). I can’t wait to see it and be like Jessica and watch my son’s dignity and the mature sense of assurance explode on screen. It’s going to be glorious and beautiful.

I’m still not sure of what to think of this part of the scene. Jessica answering for Paul’s can be seen as an overprotective mother but don’t look good for a future Duke. But what about Kynes taking his side? Is it because he has decided to be loyal to the family and to Paul? Or is he trying to take the ascendant? I don’t know. Paul doesn’t like it and he doesn’t like not completely understanding the situation he finds himself in. I wonder what that means for the next time he’ll be placed in his father’s position or a similar one.

There is a quote I actually like but it sounds better in the french version than in its original version.

Here is the original:

My son displays a general garment and you claim it’s cut to your fit? Jessica asked. What a fascinating revelation.

Here is the French one:

Mon fils évoque une image et vous y voyez votre portrait? reprit-elle. Quelle fascinante révélation !

Which could literal translate to:

My son mentions an image and you see your own portrait in it?

it sounds awful like this but i like it a lot in French.

I also like this one:

In our society, people shouldn’t be quick to take offense. It’s frequently suicidal.

Can you believe like this one is more relevant in 2021 than it probably was in 1965? Humanity is really out there making progress 💫

Chapter 17:

This chapter is one of my favorite so far. Which could be surprising since Paul isn’t even there but damn Lady Jessica 🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️

So narratively speaking, Duncan is drunk so Jessica can learn that she’s being watched inside her own family and see that the Duke’s men are feeling rootless ever since they’ve been sent to Arrakis. I’ve asked myself if there could be more in this scene because it feels like it could have been but I have nothing. I don’t know. So let’s directly jump into the next scene because WHAT A SCENE.

First thing first, a unborn child? What??? Considering nobody has talked (to my knowledge) of ideas of cast to play this kid, I’m guessing the girl won’t be important before long, if not ever. I’m guessing she dies or never come to life if Jessica die before giving birth. That being said — even if I usually love siblings relationships in fiction (and non fiction) and relationships that look like siblings even when they aren’t — I’m not sure I’m enthusiast to Paul having a little sister (or brother or non-binary human). There is something special about legends like Paul being only child, one of a kind something, and kind of alone in his thing. We’ll see how it goes.

What also makes me happy in this chapter is that we learn more about Mentats. From what I understand, a Mentat is entirely based on logic, which is why I love the concept so much. I’m probably closer to be a Mentat than a normal human being. That being said, what Jessica said is interesting to take in consideration even in an universe without Mentat.

I would make a terrible job trying to paraphrase or to explain how I understand it but please read it and read it again until it makes sense for you. And if it doesn't read it until it makes sense for something you witness in others then accept that it also makes sense for you. It's an important take on our differences as human beings and on human relationships and I love Jessica for saying it. I might end up bowing to her just as much as I'll bow to her son.

So let's talk about the Bene Gesserit Voice. One thing I wonder, if it's it wouldn't have been better to properly introduce to the power sooner. I don't really like when a mechanic required for a plot twist is given just one or two chapters before the said plot twist. It feels artificial somehow.

But It's funny how the voice of a Jedi is exactly the voice of a Bene Gesserit. In fact, a lot of this Bene Gesserit thing is similar to the Jedi thing. SW just... took it. I wish I had better knowledge of sci-fi so I'd more easily spot all the different ways Dune has influenced the genre I think I even saw something that made me thought of Harry Potter, even if we're talking about fantasy in this case. But I can't remember where it was. I find it interesting that this compelling voice is a feature exclusively owned by women. It could be an interesting conversation but the world isn't ready for this conversation (except for the part of the world that actually is but is also sexist and would misunderstand the talk just to serve their fucked-up ideas. And we don't want to do that). But it's also interesting to see that, a dozen years later, the feature is given to the Jedis, who are/were?, mostly represented by male characters. Anyway, I'm digressing without being that much pertinent so let's move on.

Damn I'm also so impatient to see this scene on screen. I hope it will make it to the cut because how could someone be more mentally and brain-ly yummy than Lady Jessica in this scene? (Paul in a future scene, I KNOW, I'M STILL PROCESSING). I love when she's ready to forgive anything to someone acting on the behalf of protecting the Duke. I love when someone like Thufir Hawat looked at her and think Who could stop a person with such power? I love when she explains how Bene Gesserit have access to almost unlimited power but choose not to use it because getting a power known by others is the best way to lose it. Please let her and the whole Bene Gesserit thing stay equally amazing, if not more, through the whole book. Thank you.

Ok, I'm still a few chapters behind but I'm still re-reading pages so I'm not moving froward in the story at the moment. I hope the 2.8 people reading this are having a excellent day and I'll see you in the next one 💛🌔

[legendsofentity]

@donnas-troia thanks for the tag 💕 sorry i forgot about this until yesterday lol

my 5 fave fics that i wrote:

1. a heart to love, a heart to break (titans, donna/dawn)

this is my longest story with the most chapters i've ever written for a fic and it's still ongoing. plus it's angst with the slowest fucking burn ever too, which is just how i like my ships lol

donna and dawn would literally make the best couple idk why the writers are sleeping on them someone's gotta let them know ok

honestly since i've been writing this story for like a year now, it feels like it's a part of my life (even if i'm not very good at giving it consistent updates sorry) also it feels like my own safe wonderdove bubble that i've used since S2 ended and wonderdove became my otp on titans and nope that hasn't changed one bit. whenever i'm writing this story, it feels like i get so wrapped up in it that i forget about the harsh canon/reality for a moment.

2. a bed for two (the boys, frenchie/kimiko)

i love the fluff and domestic elements i incorporated into this fic. something about the simplicity of this story's settings really speaks to me, and i got to look up a few french sayings and dishes to add into the fic too haha

the twist at the end with the bed was something i had planned from the beginning, and idk why but i felt so smug and cheeky writing that last part (kinda like kimiko was in this story when she finally revealed it to frenchie lmao)

3. you are my heart, just like i am yours (the boys, frenchie/kimiko)

usually, my writing involves angst and/or fluff but they don't usually get dark. THIS one was the first time i brought it to a very dark place. thankfully, i couldn't bring myself to set it into the reality of the fic, which is why most of this fic was a nightmare sequence.

kimiko wakes up at the end, frenchie's okay, close snuggles and vows to not let anything happen to him... that calmed me down after i wrote a sweet ending to this story lol

4. too close for comfort (legends of tomorrow, zari/ray)

this was the first fic i ever wrote for my first otp. so of course this is a nostalgia thing for me haha

i still remember the day i published the first chapter of this... and it got kudos and comments... i mean, it was my first time, so i felt unbelievably confident-- hell, i felt fucking invincible lol. obviously, that was before i learned about the ship wars and how things can be taken out of perspective that offend so many people, and yup my confidence (along with my self esteem) are back to relatively low levels lol

still, even though i like to think my writing has improved over the few years i've been on ao3, i always come back to this every once in a while and go "...hey, this wasn't as bad as i remember"

it's got angst, fluff ending, crying, worry, and a dragon. enough said XD

5. all i want for christmas is you (cloak and dagger, tyrone/tandy)

the only christmas fic i've written so far. and yes it was published a few days after christmas, my bad lol

this is essentially the whole christmas fluff package for tyrandy-- snacks, movies, a small hotel room with a bed for two, snowing outside, exchanging gifts, morning snuggles, plus a tiny pinch of angst because i can't help myself haha. also the show was cancelled 2 months prior to this, so writing this helped heal my tyrandy heart a little.

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[spideyxchelle]

Since teenagers can be hormonal and not careful all the time ( lol I've been there sadly), can you write a pregnancy scare spideychelle fic or something along those lines 👀. Lol safe sex is very important though !

pregnancy scares are terrifying, guys. absolutely terrifying. so YEA of course i’m gonna write some spideychelle angst about it. i listened to this when I wrote it…and i’m gonna tell you, it helps set the mood. 

the thing that is great about dating peter parker, in MJ’s opinion, is that he’s freakin’ adorable….and he’s surprisingly good in bed. surprising because of the freakin’ adorable bit. 

and because he’s freakin’ adorable AND good in bed, she’s constantly jumping her boyfriend. which he doesn’t mind but it can get a bit awkward when she jumps him right after patrol. there is nothing, absolutely nothing, sexy about trying to strip off spandex. sometimes it gets caught around his ankles. its a mess. 

but beyond a few fashion hiccups dating for peter and MJ is pretty awesome. 

its also nice, for MJ, to date someone who respects her and who thinks he’s the lucky one that he gets to be seen with this incredible woman which she agrees 100%. their relationship feels equal and supportive but fun and youthful. they have the best time together. 

and peter is a CHAMP at planning dates. where MJ would be content hanging out on his couch and watching old movies, peter is always raising the bar on date night. they eat Delmar sandwiches on the top of the George Washington Bridge. peter teaches MJ how to fly an Avengers grade-level plane. he takes her to the DNC. the DNC move gets him major brownie points that night. 

its like they’ve waited their whole life to date each other and MJ worries that perfect things cannot last. regression to the mean is the theory that all things cannot be all good and all things cannot be all bad. there is a balance. and when things are good for too long….life figures out a way to strike a balance. 

but she tries not to think about it too much. because whenever she starts to worry peter is sweeping her up in his arms and soaring her across the city. and, fuck, how can this ever be bad?

answer??

she misses her period. the first month she misses her period MJ feels the cold claws of reality grip at the back of her neck, but she pushes it off. ignores it. some people just miss their periods sometimes. periods can be irregular. but when she misses it for the second month in a row. she panics. 

there is no way she can be pregnant, she reasons, she and peter are careful. she’s on birth control and he wears condoms. because it is not the woman’s job alone to provide safe sex options. but she knows there is no fool proof way to prevent pregnancy besides abstinence. and, lols, her boyfriend is hot as hell. that was never happening. 

and then she starts to think that maybe peter has some super sperm or something because of spiderman things. like, fucking hell, she doesn’t know the extent of his abilities and neither does he. mister stark won’t let banner or anyone else run tests on peter until he’s a legal adult. something about the less they know the better. personally she thinks mister stark just doesn’t want peter to undergo the extensive, painful operations that figuring out his powers will be. 

but maybe one of his weird powers is super sperm. and she’s 16. she doesn’t need to be dealing with super sperm that could get her pregnant. no sir. 

she’s not sure if she feels nauseous all the time because she’s terrified or because she’s actually pregnant. but it gets to the point where she’s throwing up and that is when she knows she has to take a test. she has to know for sure. 

MJ shuffles into the convenience store at the corner of her street and picks up a pregnancy test and like five snacks in the hope that the cashier won’t notice her one, glaring test. MJ looks 16. she doesn’t need or want the judgement right now. she’s feeling vulnerable. 

but the attendant, thankfully, says nothing and bags her groceries. 

the real problem is when MJ is walking out of the convenience store. she collides shoulder first into Flash Thompson and her bag flies out of her hands and all of her groceries sprawl out on the ground. in terror, she hastily tries to collect her things. and the ONE time she needs flash to be an asshole, he’s not. he leans down to help her collect her items. and fuck. no. don’t help.

he picks up the pregnancy test and she can feel his eyes boring into hers. he offers it to her and she shoves it back in the bag. “Michelle,” he whispers. “don’t,” she snaps, “its for my sister.” “i thought your sister was ten.” she rambles, “not my sister. my uh sister in law.” “i didn’t know your brother was married.” “oh fuck OFF, Flash!” 

and she’s leaving him in the dust and sprinting back to her apartment. she hates everything and everyone and this day so, so much. 

when she’s in the safety of her apartment, she locks herself in the bathroom and dumps the contents of her ruined plastic bag into the sink. she tears open a bag of chips and stares too long at the ugly pink box. she cracks open the cardboard and takes the stick out. 

its ridiculous, she thinks, that a stupid little stick could change her entire freakin’ life. $17.49 should not be enough money to alter her entire life. 

she pops a chip in her mouth and tries to stop her hands from shaking. 

then, she takes the test and has to wait. she paid for the clearest pregnancy test either. no plus signs or little stupid lines. no. it’s going to say pregnant. or not pregnant. if she’s going to do this, MJ is gonna do this. 

the few minutes she has to wait are the most horrible, tense moments of her life thus far. she thinks about peter and her family and the avengers. god damn it, she can’t have a kid with a freakin’ avenger. that is the stupidest idea ever. bringing a baby into super villains and high risk danger. HELL, she doesn’t even want to bring a baby into the world period. she is way to young to have kids. and she’s not even sure she wants kids. 

when the timer dings, MJ jumps. and then she begins to pace. because she doesn’t want to look at it. she has a french quiz tomorrow. she should be studying. or maybe peter wants to grab Thai for dinner. yea, they could do that and pretend she never peed on a stupid stick. 

MJ chews on her nail and stares at the stick sitting on her sink. it would be so easy to check. so easy. 

she takes a settling breath. and scary doesn’t even begin to cover this moment. but she finds some courage and glances.

the stick spells out the most disgusting, earth shattering word: pregnant 

MJ isn’t even sure when she starts sobbing. all she knows is one moment she is standing and the next she’s on the floor crying. which MJ doesn’t do. she’s not a crier on principal. 

she cries for a half hour, indulging in her actual literal despair, and then picks herself up, wipes her nose and goes to study for french. that quiz is not going to not happen just because she’s pregnant. 

the next day at school is horrible. french goes pretty well because she’s a genius but beyond that she feels watched. every time she sees Flash she runs the other direction. she doesn’t need his damn judgement. and poor peter. he tries to kiss her at her locker in the morning and she gives him the cheek before running off to class. she doesn’t sit with him at lunch and hides in the library. and when she sees him in chem she can just tell, he has the most expressive face, that he thinks he’s done something wrong. and its true and not true. its his fault and not his fault she’s knocked up. 

at decathlon practice, Flash slides up beside her and whispers, “MJ about yesterday.” “drop it,” she snarls. but he doesn’t, “MJ you had a pregnancy test.” “i said drop it.” “look, I wouldn’t get involved but, like, we’re 16.” “wow,” she rolls her eyes, “thanks for pointing out the flippin’ obvious.” “and if you’re pregnant…”

“you’re pregnant?” peter’s voice cracks. mj whirls around to see peter standing just behind her. he must have gotten there. and fucking FLASH. she turns around to glare at Flash who mumbles out apologies but MJ has no time for him. she looks at peter and grits out, “i mean…it’s not….don’t make it a big deal.”

he looks pale and shaky and says a little too loud, “MJ…what the fuck.” and the whole decathlon team is looking at them now. she feels the need to run. 

so she does. 

peter calls after her but she won’t be stopped or deterred. she’s going to go and hide under a rock forever. yep. that time table sounds good. 

in reality, she goes home and hides under her blankets. she knows peter will find her there but she needs the comfort and normalcy of her bed. 

he comes four hours later, which feels like longer than MJ would have expected, but he does come. he’s in his suit and climbs through his window. she shrinks under her blankets as he changes into some of the clothes he keeps here. 

without a word, he crawls under the blankets with her and wraps his arms around her. they’re quiet for too long. because what is there to say?? nothing. 

“how long have you known,” peter speaks and he sounds like he’s been crying, too. she doesn’t blame him. “only a day.” “bullshit,” he laughs without humor, “how long have you known MJ.” “i had a hunch last month.” “last month?” his voice sounds wrecked. she turns her body around in his arms to look at him. he breathlessly adds, “and you didn’t think to tell me?” “i was freaking out,” she defends herself because FUCK HIM, she’s the pregnant one, “i was allowed to freak out.” “yea,” he blushes, embarrassed by his unfair outcry, “but MJ a baby.” 

“i can’t,” and she starts crying again. peter pulls her tighter, hushing her and kissing her head, “i can’t have a baby.” “okay,” he whispers, “okay, then we won’t. its your choice. whatever you decide i’ll support you.” “she rubs at her nose, “you will?” 

he tilts her chin up to look at him because she’s hiding against his chest, “MJ want to keep it. i’ll figure it out. if you don’t…. i’ll take you upstate and have one of tony’s doctors take care of it. it is your body. it is your choice.” “i don’t even want to have to make this choice,” and her heart shatters, “there is no good choice.” 

“no,” he agrees, “but there is a right choice. a right choice for you.” “what about you?” she asks. and he laughs and his laughter makes it feel like the sun came out, his smile and laugh are bottled sunshine, “i’m the idiot with apparently really potent super sperm-” “that’s what I thought, too,” she cuts in. and he kisses her nose, “this is not your fault. its mine. and i’m gonna step up. whatever you decide.”

the next morning she decides, and they are on their way up to the Avengers headquarters. peter calls tony and tells him the situation and MJ is shocked. he yells at peter for 45 straight minutes about being reckless. its almost impressive. 

but when they arrive, tony is much calmer. he envelopes MJ in a hug and thumps peter upside the head. its almost sweet. she’s escorted to a tiny, white room and peter holds her hand as the doctor takes what feels like a hundred tests.

and then he’s gone. the doctor has gone out into the other room to talk to tony. while they wait, MJ tells peter, “i’m sorry.” “don’t,” he kisses her hand, “you didn’t do anything wrong, Em. not a single freakin’ thing.” 

tony walks in with the doctor and he’s grinning. it confuses the fresh hell out of MJ. “idiots. MJ your clothes on and then you two come to my office,” tony says.

the two confused teens do as tony requests and once they’re settled in his plush seats across from his desk, tony speaks, “you’re not pregnant, Michelle.” and MJ and Peter’s jaws both fall open. her eyes go big, “wait, that’s impossible. i took a test. my period.” “yea,” Tony smirks and leans back in his chair, “apparently peter’s sperm is all kinds of weird.” “tony don’t talk about my sperm,” peter mumbles with a wild blush. “its radioactive,” Tony explains, “and while it didn’t get her pregnant because it caught in, what i’m assuming was a condom, the radiation made MJ’s uterus all kinds of crazy.” 

“what does that mean?” MJ narrows her eyes. and peter jumps in, “I didn’t fuck up her uterus, right?” “no,” Tony shakes his head, “no, she’ll, from what we can tell, still have kids. when she’s ready. her uterus is just…got some spidey side effects is all. its why her period freaked out. it’s going to be very irregular now, MJ. but you’re fine. no cancer. no pregnancy. just some weird, albeit hilarious, spider powered uterus.” 

and both teens are laughing and hugging and relief has never felt so good. 

later, when they’re cuddling in his room at the compound, MJ complains, “you fucked up my uterus, Parker.” “at least you’re not pregnant,” he shyly offers. “yea,” she snuggles him, “i’m not ready to have kids.” “but one day?” he says without looking at her. 

she, overly fond, kisses his nose, “yea, one day.” “with me?” he asks boldly. “don’t push it,” she warns but she’s smiling. 

and who knows? maybe one day. 

[datingadviceonreddit]

Having only a few long term relationships I thought it was time to have one after my last experience 2 years ago. I didn't had a lot of chances until then, except one very good date with a girl I had a good bond with but she decided to ghost me for some reason. I recently met 2 girls and I'm just not used to it, here is the whole story :Now I tried some dating apps but quickly thought it wasn't for me, except for one on which I stayed a little bit longer. Early in June I was about to deactivate my account when I meet a girl (let's all her Brunette) who was really nice and who seem to want to get to know me as much as I wanted to know her. We start texting and basically talk everyday about everything and nothing, until comes to moment of the 1st meeting.In the same time, I started to talk to another girl (who'll call Blonde) on the same app who was more straightforward and showed an attracting enthusiasm. She quickly gave me her number and I quickly appreciate a lot of things with this girl even though the frequency is way lower than with Brunette, the first impression she gave me is really good.Comes the date with Brunette on Sunday and we spend a nice afternoon chilling in the park, walking in the city and ending eating together. I guess no moves were done and no signs were given but I'm really bad to spot that ^^. After that we keep in touch and keep talking, with a idea to see us once again. The same day, during the date, I had a message from Blonde saying that she'll be back in town (was at her parents' house) and she's willing to see me, to which I agree. We settle for the next Wednesday in a bar she likes.Sadly the day of the date she says she can't come (I was SO expecting it :p) cause she's sick and she prefer to be OK when we see each other, cause she really wants to see me. No problem, we reschedule for the next Monday. The day comes and as I was coming from a holiday, I'm late as fuck (45 minutes) but she's totally cool as she just wants to see me. We have the date, stay until the bar closes then walk a bit toward the buses to go home, having spent a really nice moment together, I could feel a thing, but a slight one and I'm not confident enough to try something on the first date. Next day, she suggests we go to the Zoo has it closes later on Thursday. I haven't done that in a while so I'm down for it.Meanwhile I'm still talking to Brunette and while she talks about one of her coworker she likes and who seems to like her as well, she also seem to tease me a little bit : during our discussion I told her my thing was red hair, I don't know why, but it automatically attracts me. We were talking about what could make her feel good one day and she answers "oh I know what would feel good..." when I ask her what, she says "coloring my hair" with a smirky emoji. Now as she didn't answered I felt she would answer "red" and that would have been a sign I can't miss. False alert, it's Violet, but still... There have been more texts like that which looked more as flirting but I can't tell if it was really a flirt.This happened the day before I go to the zoo with Blonde and we have an amazing time, we share the same humor and the same references (at one point the guide talks about "valve" which immediately makes me think "Steam ?" to which Blonde and I say at the same time "Gaaaabe") and I just love spend time with her. We once again end up in a bar for the last call and I still didn't try a thing.At this point, my mind is kinda stuck between the two. While I love the bond I have with Blonde, I just have deeper and longer talks with Brunette and for each girl I miss what I have with the other (hope it's clear). But Blonde keep suggesting activities and we plan to go at a concert on Saturday. We realise the gig is full and she suggests some other activities, we end up going to a mini festival organised by a left union. The place was surprising and we have a nice time, and decide to keep the evening by going to a bar. We find one which still serves and share a biiig cocktail until the bar closes and we're still wondering what to do. As it's 4 am she says we can go to Montmartre watch the sun rising and I suggest we crash at my place as it was not to far and I had beers and cheese. She agreed on the cheese (french people, right ?)So we end at my place and we spend the night together, have a wonderful time and the next morning she has to leave to watch the world cup final with her friends. We kiss each other goodbye and go watch the game with my mates, France won, party all night, but I was exhausted after going out every day and staying late. I don't know what's the relationship status with Blonde but I know I wanna see her and that she wants it too, being tired I start to text Brunette less and she jokes about it but I starting to know her a little I sense there's something deeper than the jokes. My friend told me she was probably flirting while in my mind we were friends and as I reached the second base with Blonde, the case seemed to be settled.I'm supposed to see Brunette for a movie during the next week but she doesn't have the time (her 4 y o girl is with her) so I just end up seeing Blonde on a musical bar I like on Wednesday. At first we're a bit distant and my first attempts to reach her seem to provoke nothing, but as the music starts we get closer and we end up kissing and cuddling and stuff. We spent the night at the bar (it closes late) and started to talk about how we feel toward each other, we like to see each other and spending time together yet she doesn't want to label the relation (which is perfectly fine for me).The next day Brunette suggests we see each other as it has been a month since the first encounter, and there's once again a little disappointment in her in my lack of texting. We agree on seeing each other next Monday, which is today, and we cancelled as we're both tired (just came back from a week end in England) and I can see in the tone of her message there's once again this little disappointment in my lack of messages... Which I feel is due to my interest being a little bit lower now that I saw Blonde and that I wanna see her again and we may we onto something.There's a kind of unreliability that I can sense in Blonde which don't reassure me. I feel that something's missing with her, we have the same politic view, same music taste, she plays video game and she is super open minded, but I guess she didn't open to me like I'd like to and it blocks me a little. On the other hand, I quickly got to know Brunette and we quickly opened to each other which puts me in a comfort zone and give me more confidence to talk with her.It's like my heart (and my body) tells me to pick Blonde (short term, possible long term), and my brain would go for Brunette (long term). Brain could be okay with Blonde as we share to much in common but I'm afraid I want a stable relationship and that she's not looking for that. Also I don't wanna hurt Brunette as I feel that I was in her position and it's really not a nice situation to live...TL;DR : met 2 girls, one I like and have deep conversations and a interesting bond and the other one I saw several times in a short span, who I share a lot of things with and who I love spend time with but I seem to lack a connection with(I apologize for any mistake or spelling error, not used to write this much in English, thanks for your understanding! ) via /r/dating_advice