#idk I'm just thinkin out loud

[sillimancer]

I was looking at books on onlinebookclub to review cuz apparently they pay you but then I started getting a little insane so I had to stop

[seventh-district]

again and again i find myself lamenting that audio roleplay isn't taken more seriously by some people. like yeah, they often have a romantic element, and by nature they usually directly involve/address the listener- and i totally get that those things aren't to everyone's taste. no art or entertainment is universally appealing, and that's okay! but.. it still makes me a lil sad that the "cringe" reputation of asmr/audio rp precedes it. there's a whole lot of talent and creativity being poured into these audios by so many people that i feel goes unrecognized and/or disrespected simply due to the medium that the stories are being told through.

[adlamu]

i was doing some thinking about my writing and, while i've never had, like, one of my stories published or whatever ever, i have been writing for a very long time and it always surprises me when i hear professional writers (ones i admire, anyway) talking about how they had to learn how to write character-first rather than plot-first.

like, i'll sit there going "wait i'm doing it the right way?" because for nearly 20yrs i've always had people up my arse, in one way or another, saying it has to be plot-first and that plot has to be planned meticulously - which has always bugged me because, like, life doesn't work like that and if you're trying to write realistic people in realistic(-ish) situations, you can't just stick characters into a perfectly planned plot and expect them to adhere to it because they just won't do that. in my head, you have to revolve things around the characters so you know them inside out and backwards - to the point where you know exactly how they'd react to certain situations, how they'd be while in the heat of certain emotions, and how they'd act with regard to specific dynamics they have with other characters or it just feels like bonking a square peg into a star-shaped hole, do you know what i mean?

only certain genres (like mystery/crime, for example) really need a meticulously planned plot imo, but you'd still also need to know your characters and how they'd solve that mystery, in what way, and how they'd go about presenting their findings - a dramedy or a slice of life (with bits of spice), or whatever doesn't really need that kind of planning.

[videoartiste]

i should do a stream of creep 2 some night

[emissary-of-dog]

i like thinking about geara's gender (in my hcs anyway); i feel like he's definitely not cis but doesn't think so at all. at least not in a way that's most obvious to him but definitely hints that he's not all... there... in terms of gender

[spaceratprodigy]

right now tho I'm really fixated on rogue trader lmao I want to work on Ceciliana ✌😔

[typhos-c-dragon]

y'know. i'm real glad that my brain gave me the motivation to write notes for a 12 chapter fic and the first two chapters of said fic, only for me to slowly start losing interest in writing fanfic in general.

[keen-li]

Cause I'm bored duh!🌸

Synopsis: Took one fuckin' look at your face

Now I wanna know how you taste

Actin' all innocent, please

When I know you out here thinkin' 'bout it

Then you realize she's right there.

And you're at home like, "Damn, she can't compare"

Warnings: cheating jk, yn is promiscuous, jk is a simp. Yn is a maneater and boyfriend snatcher. Yn is honestly a siren that calls you in and i'd fall too. Cocky and confident reader. Jungkook is delusional if you squint. Oral sex (female recieving), public oral sex.

Jk x fem reader

A/n: idk lol

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You first noticed him when the blonde attached to his arm giggled obnoxiously. So loud you could hear it from where you were sat even through the booming music.

A little reserved but with looks that could kill. Dark hair in a center part framing his face. Tattoos crawling up his arm. Toned muscular figure probably hidden under those baggy clothes of his.

Just your type.

"He's cute don't you think?" You say to your friend next to you, just as reckless.

"He is" she eyes him as well and he doesn't notice your eyes prying cause of the distance and how his 'girlfriend' seems to call his attention. He looks annoyed with it, but you're no psychic.

"you think that's his girlfriend?" You both eye the blonde girl who doesn't notice the uneasy look on her boyfriend's(?) face caused by the over enthusiastic touches.

"I think so" she says and you smirk.

"I going to talk to him" you say determined eyes locked on him and a sly smirk plasterd along with it.

You stand off the stool you were sat on.

"What! He's got a girlfriend" she exclaims chuckling as she does.

You deadpan her. "When has that ever stopped me?" The lopsided smile that grows on your face is malicious. Your friend knows you too well and knows how this is going to end. But it's not like she's any better.

Birds of a feather flock together right?

"Oh look! He's coming to me" you say patting yourself on the back smiling at the lack of effort put in. Shit like this needs to be low effort, too much effort makes you look desperate.

You watch his figure walk, not to you but towards the bar. And when he gets there he takes a seat and orders a drink. He looks like trying to get some air away from his girlfriend. And you wouldn't blame him, she looks tiring.

With right stiletto heel first you walk to him. At first you don't speak just wait for him to get accustomed to your presence.

"...just one. " you say,with your soft voice at the bartender enormoured by you. He could barely look away from you even whilst making other drinks but especially when making yours. He tries to make a move to hold a conversation with you but you brush it away.

You've got better things to do.

"You look lonely" you state talking to the man you've had your eyes on and only staring at him through your peripheral vision.

He's confused about whether you're talking to him or not and when you turn to face him he acknowledges your question with a chuckle.

"The club isn't the place to be lonely" you say voice coy and he fully turns his body to yours whilst your body and eyes are still away from him.

"So tell me why do you look lonely?"

Maybe it was cause of your confidence or beauty and aura but he couldn't find it in himself to respond. The words stopped by his throat instead.

"I don't know maybe cause i am" he manages to say voice not as confident as yours.

"Why is that?" You turn your crossed legs to him and your shoe grazes his leg. The actions draws his eyes to your legs and they soon move up to stare at the skin showing from your dress riding up.

You watch as he eyes you and you internally smirk at how obvious and easy him and other men are. This always goes the same way.

"No girls to make your night?" you assume. "Or maybe you don't like girls" you raise a brow at him. If that was the case then your efforts would go in vain and that would make you sad. He's so cute.

"Its not that." He shakes his head a smile forming as well. "Maybe not the right one has introduced themselves." That's the only statement he says sounding a little confident and sure in himself.

You smile. He melts.

"Yn. Whats your name." You hold out your hand.

"Jungkook. " He takes it. It's weird to be shaking hands with someone in the club but you've found that even the smallest of touches can make men weak. And youre definitely sure it makes your new interest weak as fuck. "Nice to meet you yn" he holds your hand a little longer than necessary. But soon you're pulling it away and seeing the embarrassment form on his face when he realises.

"You should finish your drink so you can get on the dance floor" you say before he can get an apology out.

You stand from the stool and wait for him to follow.

And like a puppy he quickly downs his drink and follows you. You don't down your own and just leave it for the man who's been staring at your interaction to clean it up.

You walk in front of jungkook and pull his hand to the dance floor. Immediately you're in a comfortable spot on the dance floor you pull jungkook's hands to your waist and yours around his neck. He's taken by surprise but he definitely likes this. Likes how confident you are and how you take charge.

He likes how you pull him closer to you and the way your hips feel under his palms. The way you sway and the way you grind on him, your body moving with the music.

He's lost for words, lost of any thoughts, just let's your bodies move and enjoy your presence. Enjoy the way your body feels around him.

"Are you usually this shy?" You tease him for how reluctant he is to touch and hold you.

"N-no" he stutters, your face close to his. He's normally the more forward and confident but for you, he's not able to be that. You just seem to have a hold on him.

"Then show me" you move to his ear. "Take charge." You whisper by his ear, testing him.

It's like fire to gasoline and he's caught aflame.

He turns your body around so that your back is on your chest and your ass on his crotch.

"You like men who take charge?" He asks by your ear.

"Yeah i do" you whisper back with a smirk.

His hands get more comfortable on your body as they roam with the music. You grind against his crotch and he almost moans at the feeling.

Fuck.

He should be with his girlfriend and friends at the table by now, but no. He's here dancing with a woman he's just met and has him driven crazy like he's known her for forever.

Dancing with a woman like he's in his single years. Dancing with a woman so close like he's a single man. Feeling her body and taking in her scent like a single man. An erection growing for her like a single man. Kissing her neck like a single man.

For whatever reason he can't stop himself, he's enjoying this, enjoying you. And he doesn't care if his friends or girlfriend spot him from where they are sat. But they won't, too intoxicated. Plus the dance floor's filled with too many bodies.

Your bodies continue to move with the music and sink more into eachother. You take inmhis scent, thay dark masculine scent that makes you weak.

You're enjoying dancing with him and all, but you want more. Want to see what that pretty face can offer. So you turn to face him.

"There's a private bathroom up top if you wa-"

"YES" jungkook says a little too rushed causing you to smirk as you pull him to said bathroom.

As you walk he turns to look back and notice his girlfriend look around a little worried but she doesn't spot him.

"Let's be quick" jungkook says as he rushes.

"Someone's a little too eager"

He just smirks. He won't lie he is eager for such an opportunity. A chance to do whatever with such an attractive woman.

"Fuck" you groan as jungkook abruptly shuts the door and pushes you against it to connect your lips. "You're so needy and desperate." You say allowing him to kiss your neck.

You would've never thought he'd be this eager, for someone with a girlfriend too. Normally it takes more effort on your part.

The private bathroom is empty and clean, perfect place for jungkook and you.

"Are you some kind of witch?" He asks as he drinks away at your tongue. "You have me wrapped around your finger and i barely know you" you smirk into the kiss at his confession.

"I get told that alot" you feel his hands touch every part of your body. Around your thighs, around your neck, around your torso. He touches your everywhere like a needy bunny and you just chuckle.

"So you sleep around much?" He asks and you would take offence but you don't have time. And you honestly don't care.

"I try" you chuckle.

Jungkook doesn't care about that right now he just wants more of you in the little time he has before his girlfriend begins calling his phone.

"Come here" he says as he lifts you off the ground and places you on the bathroom counter.

"Fucking pretty" he says when he gets a view of your legs parted.

"Like what you see?" You ask with a smirk.

"Fucking love it " He pulls you legs wider on his shoulder and you feel the cold blow in your core.

"Dont stare too long" you sit up on your elbows and watch how enormoured he is by your pussy. Dripping and wet. And probably warm too. He wants to fucking taste you.

He feels his pocket vibrate and he groans. It's probably his girlfriend.

Instead of pulling out the device to respond he moves his lips to immediately make out with yours.

"Shit.." you moan at how intensely he drinks all your wetness.

"So fucking good" he licks another long strip. "Could eat this all day"

You feel your hole clench at his words, as it craves attention and jungkook is glad to give it some with his long digits.

"So fucking tight" he says pumping his fingers into you, his warm breath fanning your center.

This is so fucking weird some would say. But you just had to take a chance on jungkook. Cause he's in a relationship you'll probably never get to see him again. So make of it while it lasts.

"So fucking good" he continues to hum against your pussy and his moans cause vibrations to your core, adding more pleasure to the one he's already giving you.

Feels so good to have someone hungry and desperate to eat your cunt, can you really give this up?

He's so desperate and needy to please you. Make a good first impression. This could have you thinking about him even when you're with someone else. If he's so good when drunk what more when he's sober.

This is a one time thing no need to think too much into the future.

Jungkook feels his phone vibrate once more then twice and he knows time is running out. Soon she'll be calling.

"So fucking pretty even when eating me out" you say as you pull his hair out of his face to get a view of him.

He smiles against your pussy as he feels another vibration in his pocket and groans in frustration.

In a plea to get you to come quickly, he licks on your clit for more stimulation. Tongue gripping at it.

You gasp for air when you feel him suck on your bud. Tongue lingering long on it.

With his tongue sucking your clit and fingers pumping into you you can feel your walls clench and that intense feeling approach.

"Do you think you can come for me baby?" He asks and you nod. You laugh at how he just throws out the pet name, do you have him that wrapped.

Jungkook's never done this before, and he's never thought he'd do it. But damn it feels good. You feel so good . How your warm walls pull him in makes him want to stay in forever.

He quickens his pace and you cry out in pleasure.

"Jungkook...." you call out his name and he wishes he could hear more of it but time isn't on his side.

"Come for me baby" is what he says before you're tipping over the edge and coming all over his tongue and leaving it for him to clean up.

Why the fuck did you let some dude tell you what to do.

Once you're down from your high you come to your senses.

You straighten your dress back down to it's mini level as you watch jungkook pull out his phone to reply to a text. The boner from eating you out prominent and your mouth waters. Fucking hell, why do you want to suck his dick. You got what you wanted now forget it.

"I have to go" He says even though he doesn't want to go. "It was nice talking to you yn"

He says shy smile on display for you.

You want to walk out but then he calls out for you in a hurry. He doesn't want you to get way, this moment was too short and it has him dreaming of longer and more sober nights, where you can enjoy yourselves. Where he can drink more of you. Where maybe he can feel more of you.

So little of you has ruined so much of him. And he wants you to ruin more of him.

"Can i- can I get your number?" He pouts and shows his phone to you. You eyes land in his home screen. And a picture of him and the blonde.

You smirk.

"No"

[6ix9inewiturmom]

Wet Dreamz - Matt Sturniolo

Summary: based off the song wet dreamz by J. Cole idk if you need a summary just listen to the song :) takes place in matt’s pov the entire story!!

Warnings: Smut, masterbation,loss of virginity, Highschool matt (he’s 18)x 18yr old, POC!Reader

A/n: i was listening to this song and i immediately thought of matt, cause chris wouldn’t be nervous, matt would be! TELL ME HOW YALL LIKE THISSS!!

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“First time, she was in my math class, Long hair, brown skin with the fat ass”

Today was a normal day in mrs.Melvins math class, i walk in to my assigned seat in the back of the class, that’s when i noticed the seat next to mine that was usally empty had the most beautiful woman in it.

“hi! i’m Y/N! i just moved here from California!”

her words were like serotonin for me, she had the biggest smile on her face when i sat down next to her, she was fucking beautiful. a literal goddess sent from god himself. i had to know her.

“hey! i’m uh im matt! i uh live here.. but you probably knew that considering i go to school here…” fuck matthew you’re an idiot.. she knows you fucking live here how stupid could you be.

she giggles “you’re funny, matt”

i was caught by surprise by her complement, i was a total fool and she thought i was funny?

“oh i um.. thank you” i return her smile nervously

“mr.sturniolo and ms.Y/L/N, continue talking and i’ll separate you” Mrs. Melvin Spoke harshly, we both looked at each other and smiles.

“Sat beside me, used to laugh, had mad jokes The teacher always got mad, so we passed notes”

“is she always this mean? lol” Y/N’s note she passed me read as she pretended to pay attention with a cute cheeky smile on her lips, her plump lips, fuck matt you’re staring. i quickly turned away and wrote the note back to her.

“never to me, i happen to be her favorite you know” with a little winky face written next to it i pass the note back and she opens it and grins at me and playfully rolls her eyes.

our note passing lasted the rest of class, we weren’t even paying attention to Mrs.Melvin’s class, i can’t even remember what the lesson was about, i couldn’t get her out of my head.

“It started off so innocent She had a vibe and i started diggin' it, uh I was a youngin, straight crushin', tryna play the shit cool”

she always kept lookin at me with those sweet innocent eyes, with a beautiful smile on her face, her dimples on her cheeks every time she smiles at me. i need her in every way possible. i’ve never been in love this deep before. i’m so whipped and obsessed and i haven’t even hung out with her besides school.

“But i couldn't wait to get to school cause when I seen Them thighs on her and them hips on her and them lips on her Got me daydreamin', man, what”

the day ended and as i was driving my brothers home, not even paying attention to nick and chris arguing over little shit i didn’t even care to know about, all i was thinking about was her. my thoughts were interrupted by chris screaming in my ear

“MATTHEW… HELLO?!” chris yelled

“hm? what” i respond

“who’s got you so wrapped up in thought” nick uses his index finger to poke my shoulder

“no one, fuck off im just tired” i roll my eyes and continue to drive home

“I'm thinkin' how she rides on it, if she sits on it, if she licks on it”

As i got home the only thing i could fucking imagine is her beautiful plump lips on my cock, sucking me off and cumming on her beautiful face. i can feel the growing aching pain of a boner in my jeans as i’m laying in bed.

i slowly removed my pants and pull out my aching cock and start stroking up and down and immediately start groaning and rolling my eyes back in the back of my head.

“mmf, fuckkk Y/N” a small whimper leaves my lips as my cock starts twitching in my own hand imagining that it was her hand stroking my dick, cum shoots out of me spilling all over my hand and a loud groan comes out of my mouth.

“as time goes by Attractions gettin' deep and Wet dreamin', thinkin' that I'm smashin' but I'm sleepin', I want it bad And I ain't never been obsessed before”

i woke up with a huge wet stain in my underwear and on my sleep pants from my cum staining as i dreamt about her moaning and whimpering underneath me, me making her cum all over my dick, watching her legs shake from my dick sliding in and out of her repeatedly, her screaming my name over and over again, wishing i could just pound my cock

“FUCK” i groan loudly. i should be embarrassed im having wet dreams about this girl. i need to straighten up before i fuck this up.

“She wrote a note that said, “You ever had sex before?” Damn…”

i stopped in my tracks reading this, i looked over at her smiling up at mrs.marvins math class acting as if she’s “paying attention” with her innocent eyes and innocent smile. i wasn’t about to tell her i was a virgin. out of all the guys here in this school, me? i mean ive had a girlfriend but normally the girls go for chris, never me.

“I wrote back and said "Of course I had sex before," knowin' I was frontin' I said, "I'm like a pro, baby," knowin' I was stuntin But if I told the truth, I knew that I'd get played out, son Hadn't been in pussy since the day I came out one”

fuck, matt you’re so stupid, i fuckin hope she ain’t suspect i’m a virgin… i slid the note back to her with a soft smile on my face with panic on the inside of myself.

she smiles at my note and giving me a small wink before picking up her pink pen and writing something down and smiling and shooting me a wink before passing it back to me.

“She don't know that, so she done wrote back and told me "Oh, you a pro, homie? Well, I want you to show me My mama gone for the weekend So Saturday, baby, we can get to freakin'." That's when my heart start racin' and my body start sweatin'”

my fingers that are wrapped around my pencil were tapping my pencil on my desk nervously, there’s no way this is real… Y/N? me? no fuckin way… i’m prayin i don’t wake up from this dream if this is real.

i had to play this cool.

‘don’t fuck this up matthew’ was the only thing repeating in my head.

“i wrote back like "Yeah, baby, sound like a plan." Still tryna play it cool, sound like the man But I was scared to death, my stomach turnin' Talkin' shit, knowin' damn well I was a virgin, fuck”

the boner being restrained from my jeans is making me hard to focus, hard to breathe, i can’t even think of anything else other then how she looks beneath me making every sound escape her mouth because of me, because of my dick, but fuck she gonna find out i’m a virgin eventually.

“Yeah, you know that feelin' when you Know you finna bone for the first time? I'm hopin' that she won't notice it's my first time I'm hopin' that my shit is big enough to fuck wit' And most of all I'm prayin', "God, don't let me bust quick" I'm watchin' pornos, tryna see just how to stroke right Practice puttin' condoms on-how it go? Right”

i’ve been sitting in my room for about 4 hours trying to put some condoms on right, watching every porn video that was on the feed, trying to figure out positions, how to thrust my hips the right way, how to eat pussy, how to do everything right so she don’t suspect i’m a virgin, man i really want this to go well.

“yo bro you’ve been in there for fucking ever are you ever coming out” chris yells on the other side of my locked door.

“i just wanted a nap with no interruptions leave me alone” i lie with my dick in one hand and my phone in the other hand.

ive been at this for hours. i can’t fuck this up. i don’t want her to have a fake orgasm with me, that would be embarrassing as hell, i need this to be better then good for her. i can’t duck this up.

“I'm in her crib, now a palm sweatin' With a pocket full of rubbers and an erection”

“hi matty” she opens the door for me and smiles

“hi Y/N” i smile back at her walking in.

she takes my hand and drags me to her room decorated in her favorite artist and her favorite books sitting so perfectly on her bookshelf.

she pushes me down on her bed that was freshly made up and smelled like her, she straddles me sitting directly on my hard cock.

“you’re so beautiful” i smile looking up at her laying over me

she giggles “thank you”

she leans in and kisses me passionately, i use my hand and rub her thigh and squeeze a little before moving up to her hips and moving them hips looking for some sort of friction on my pressing hard cock.

“That's when my hands start touchin' and her face start blushin' And i roll over on top and then she Get my pants unbuckled and her hands start rubbin”

i softly groan at her hands now rubbing up and down on my cock with a smile on her face

“fuckkk Y/N” i grin

she smiles so innocently looking up at me with lust and excitement in her eyes. man i could bust like this. so fucking quick.

“it's time for action Pull out the condoms real smooth, yeah, just how I practiced But right before I put it in, she flinched and grabbed it and said "I wanna get somethin' off my mental I can tell you're a pro, but baby, be gentle, ‘cause—"

i was in utter shock, she was a virgin too? no fuckin way, i smile down at her and nod as i slowly push my cock in her tight hole

“god damn ma, you are so fuckin tight” i groan softly in her ear

“mpfh- matt please move” she says in a whimper almost

i slowly start thrusting in and out of her and a slight faster pace and holy fuck i’ve never been in this amount of pleasure before. i was in a state of euphoria

my pace quickens and i start groaning uncontrollably in her ear as she moans in mine

“matt im close” she whispers out with a loud pornographic moan as she releases all over my cock creating a ring around the base of my cock.

“fuck me too” my thrusts become sloppy as i pull out and finish in the condom.

we both crash besides each other and she looks at me and smiles with her deep brown eyes, i can’t lie to her anymore.

“can i be honest about something Y/N?” i say softly turning over on my side to look at her.

she turns over to her side so we’re facing each other “i mean you just took my virginity so you can say anything matt” she smiles

“good cause i ain’t never did this before…” i smile softly hopelessly panicking on the inside scared she might get mad.

she smiles at me softly and kisses my lips and i smile into her lips.

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A/N pt 2 SO HERES THIS!!! LEMME KNOW HOW YALL LIKE IT! tysm to @ribread03 FOR HELPING ME OUT ON THIS ONE! ENJOY!!!

[rwshfordgirl]

oiii gorgeous!! See if u like this, I’ve been overthinking a bit, but hope it’s not bad lol idk, once again I’m here ‘cause of Jude hahaha sorryyy

I was thinkin’ of somethin’ where the reader goes out w/ her friends for a night out, just wanna have fun, chill, and maybe kiss someone. And she does. A super hot guy, the kind that leaves u breathless. But what was supposed to be just a fun moment takes an unexpected turn. On Monday, she arrives for a photoshoot for a big sports brand (Nike, Puma, Adidas, etc.), only to find out she’s gonna be posing w/ a football player, who just so happens to be the guy she kissed that night. The tension was already there, but as the photos are taken, their chemistry gets even more obvious. And the result? The pics turn out so good that ppl start shippin’ them, and even some ppl around them get jealous, ‘cause their connection seems way more than just professional.

Sorry if I went overboard or got too specific haha, couldn’t sum it up 😭😭

Monday Morning

all the images were taken from pinterest.

pairing: jude bellingham x reader!

a/n: thank you for the request, brazilian union 🇧🇷 🗣 it took me a while to write because i wanted something really good, i haven't felt like i've been doing well here and i really wanted to like this fic, it's a great plot. hope you like it!

english is not my first language, please disregard any spelling mistakes.

The new club in Fulham was the new London sensation, your best friend went there on the opening night and has been trying to drag you there ever since, saying it is the best club in town.

Not that going to a nightclub was your favorite idea of fun, but everything told you that it was better to give your friend's idea a chance. Shitty day at work, shitty day at home, coffee spilled on your new coat. "Fuck it, I'm going to distract myself."

In the blink of an eye, you joined your three friends at the club. The DJ's setlist had you dancing like crazy, your hair flying, you raising your hands and singing loudly along with the other girls. Everything was great.

You were feeling at the height of fun, something you hadn't felt since your teenage years when your only concern was passing the year. The looks you got from the men around you made you want to venture even further into that nightclub, but there was someone at the bar who kept an eye on you whenever he could and he was the only one who caught your attention.

"Look at that cutie over there." You pulled your friends gently and shouted, your finger pointing at the man at the bar.

"Go for it, you have nothing to lose."

That was all you needed to hear. You're not the type to hit on men, always waiting for them to make the first move. But today has to be different, today you have to live.

You didn't think twice, you slipped into the crowd and appeared at the opposite end to him. You smiled when you saw him looking for you there, he lost sight of you. But when his eyes met yours and you waved, he lowered his head in embarrassment. He nudged his friend next to him, said something in his ear, and walked over to you.

"Hi." he said in your ear. Reaching out to greet you.

"Hi." you shook his hand.

Her eyes roaming over the male figure in front of her, muscular, smiling and handsome. Her type.

"I've never seen you around here." the loud noise of music, people singing and talking made him speak in your ear.

"It's my first time here."

"My friend owns this place, I'm his partner."

You nodded as you fiddled with the necklace hanging around your neck.

"So you come here often, huh?"

He laughed, running his tongue between his teeth.

"Not really, I live in Madrid."

"Oh, now I remember where I've seen you before! You're the boy from the national team."

He nodded.

"You're right."

It didn't take more than six shared sentences for the player's lips to be glued to his. He didn't kiss you in the middle of the crowd, gently, the English player took you upstairs, empty since it was the space reserved for the team that runs the nightclub.

That kiss wasn't just any kiss, it was the best kiss anyone has ever given. You both shared the same feeling, that your lips were made for each other. His soft lips made you delirious and the taste of your watermelon gloss was delicious, it made him addicted in seconds.

But just like Cinderella, your cell phone alarm went off at midnight, the time you decided you had to leave so you could work with energy tomorrow.

"Do you have to go?"

He asked with his forehead pressed against yours, breathing heavily, you had just kissed intensely.

"Yes, unfortunately yes."

His eyes became sad and inside he tried to understand why he was sad about having to say goodbye to the woman he had just met.

"It was very good, really good...I hope you come back to Madrid safely."

And you walked away, leaving him standing there smiling like a fool, wondering what had just happened.

It will be hard to forget what happened here. But worst of all, you hadn't exchanged names, contacts, nothing. Just the best kiss in the world.

Monday Morning, The next day.

"Jules, sorry! I'm late."

You said after rushing in from your boss's photography room, he smiled at you.

"Relax, Jude is changing his clothes. You can go too."

"Who's is Jude and who's paying my salary today?"

"Jude Bellingham, Real Madrid and England star. And it's Puma."

Jude Bellingham. Jude Bellingham. "Holy shit, it's him, the boy from last night."You knew it was him, how many times had you seen the commercials he does for famous brands? But fate was so good, it put him in your path again. You couldn't believe it.

"Jude is ready."

A woman dressed in an assistant's clothes and accessories came into the room, Jules looked at me and signaled for me to get my clothes and go change.

You was wearing all Puma, from your top to your sneakers. All white.

In the photography room, the same woman from before was adjusting the collar of the gold-collared shirt that Jude was wearing. He had his back turned and didn't see me enter the room.

"Are you ready, Jude?"

Jules asked and you walked to the middle of the room. Finally, Jude saw you, he jumped back discreetly and smiled.

"Hey."

I whispered.

"Hey."

He whispered back.

"You know what to do."

Jules warned and positioned himself behind the photographer.

Jude's hands gently touched your back, just like he did yesterday. Shoulders pressed together, you and he looked at the camera, heard the first click and for the second photo, your eyes were fixed on each other. What made you smile.

"You guys are doing great, keep it up."

The photo shoot drew praise from everyone there, "from now on she has to take all the photos with jude, they were made for each other.", his manager commented, "i see chemistry between them."

Jude and you were embarrassed, but it was natural, you both were acting naturally, Bellingham made you comfortable.

"I didn't expect to see you again." he commented at the end of the photo shoot.

"Neither did I, but I was praying for it to happen, I just didn't know it would be so soon."

He chuckled. His hands in his pocket and the movement he made back and forth, made him even cuter.

"People liked us, you know?"

"If they only knew what we did last night..."

You smiled and lightly patted his shoulder.

"You fool, it was just a kiss."

"A big kiss."

"Yeah, a big kiss."

The days passed, Jude and you exchanged messages, photos, videos, made video calls. You were part of each other's lives now.

But when the photos came out, it was crazy, the media pointed to her as his new girlfriend, the conversation you had that day was overheard and leaked, people didn't see it as a normal photo shoot.

J: lol did you see the news and the comments?

Y/N: i guess i'm your girlfriend from now on.

J: i don't care, i already had the intention of asking you to be mine.

Y/N: really? i'd be honored.

J: My girlfriend.

[swiiivet-screamathon]

Idk if I'm projecting here since idk if we've seen enough of Smilk to know if he would or wouldn't do the thing I would lol-- so if anyone wants to source something that refutes the idea then go ahead /g

But I've been starting to think of him as someone who just can't fess up if he wants something that's simple and comparatively insignificant

Because to put yourself in that position is to make yourself vulnerable, and the entire reason he even is a beast is due to the behaviors of others-- so it doesn't feel like a huge stretch that he doesn't like seeing people going against his desires and/or disappointing people

(if you haven't seen the mega post I made-- other people turned him away as they preferred the sweetness of lies over the harshness of truth and that drove him to following that herd, it was not him deciding on his own to give up on the truth, and there's a couple sentences that makes me believe he still believes in the truth deep down and never gave up on it in the first place and that the deceit is a mask)

So if he wants something with social value like control and power he'll use that as a leverage to counterbalance the internet vulnerability of ranting something, people can't judge your soul loudly if you're holding their strings tightly after all

But if you want something silly and insignificant? People can totally look down on you for that, and he's been rejected enough in his life already there's no point in inviting them to do it again

Which leads to me continuously thinkin of Smilk being very quiet in the 'actually taking action to intentionally becoming a better person' phase, after everything they've done together and generally not being rejected he's started really trusting PV so he wants to be more grounded and honest with him-- but that doesn't exactly like, yk, remove the trauma that got him here in the first place, he still has that baggage that has to be sorted through at some point if he ever wants to complete his redemption arc-- lying to someone you might be able to call a friend kinda sucks, lying to someone you trust sucks, lying to someone who trusts you an infinite amount is pretty bad too, but telling the truth would suck even harder than all of that combined

So for those simple stupid things he can't make a huge event out of it, it's not important enough to act like it'll end the world, but he still yk, wants it-- so he'll grab PV by the arm and lead him to what he wants him to see, cause he can't bring himself to say the words out loud, to have it be documented and recorded to be true, to admit a weakness like that-- but walking is easy, dragging someone around is easy, letting them do all the heavy lifting you can't do is easy; especially when you can then take the opportunity to try to make it sound like they wanted it all along, yeah sure you dragged them here and brought it to their attention, but they said the words, they were the ones that were vulnerable, not you

So now the two of them are having ice cream together, and it was totally completely and fully Pv's fault, Smilk never said a word, he never asked for it and he never ordered it, so clearly this was independently cooked up by PV and no one else-- but he did seem quite gleeful when PV handed him his cone

[smiley-mcdoggington]

"idk I'm just not super into pinecest" I say and then write a fic that almost makes me cry. Anyways pinesot4pril day 3

The old tube tv buzzed along to the sound of a poorly cropped gameshow. He wasn't certain what the goal was but at least two of the contestants had beavers with them at two podiums. It didn't matter, it felt like everything had been in a haze the entire day.

Mabel was home. It took him thirty damn years but she was finally back, and now she was upstairs with his grand nephews - their grephews - acting like she'd never left.

The blue light blurred together in front of him. Thirty years, he didn't know what he was expecting. That was a lie, he'd spent cumulative years thinking about what she would look like out of the portal. He saw what it did to Paz. He thought she would be quiet, immaciated, traumatized, a shell of his sister he would spend the rest of his life carefully opening.

But nope, that would never be his Mabel, she was out of the portal like a bat out of hell, sprinting at him and tackling him like she used to before Mason got his growth spurt. She was strong, had a gun at her hip and a scar on her chin and filled out her sweaters with muscle he'd never seen on a girl in his time. And she was happy. Happy to see him, happy to see the kids, even happy to see the damn tourist trap he'd made of their house that he was so ready to close down to take care of her full-time. He was so damn happy he almost forgot to notice how he shaped up.

He hiked a lot to keep an eye on the wildlife - had to make sure Mabel's favorite anomalies were still around - but he was still fat, and old, and his hairline had gone far back enough he could only hide his birthmark with his fez. His nose was sunburnt again, too, it made him look like a clown.

He couldn't fix it though, he heard her boots clomping down the stairs and sat up straighter. His recliner betrayed him with a loud squeel at the movement.

"Dipper?" She asked, poking her head in. No one had called him that except her since he was fifteen. "I finally got the kids to let go a' me." She walked in. She was even more gorgeous in the warm livingroom light. Her hair was shorter, grayed, light streaks on the sides like Paz had thirty years ago. "Something up? You got your thinkin' face on."

"This is the only face I have." Mason replied faintly, watching Mabel sit herself on the arm of his chair. "I'm surprised you managed to get the boys to let you leave at all, they've been obsessed with your diaries all summer. Won't listen to a thing I say on our nature walks, but your glitter gel pen word is law."

Mabel cackled. "You're still describing our forest like math homework, ain't cha'?" She had this giddy look on her face, was looking at him all over like she was gonna be quizzed on it.

"Being thorough isn't being boring, they just like your diaries because of all the pictures of anomalies I would never let them close...to..." His sister had lifted his fez, and had her thumb on his wrinkly brow, stretching out the skin to confirm he still had that birthmark.

She had a smile on her face, not the giddy manic excitement she'd had all day. A soft smile while she looked down at him, he felt like one of the caterpillars she used to make a habit of kidnapping.

"My little Dipper." She muttered, and it made him laugh in that awkward way that sounded suspiciously like a sob. "I'm finally home."

Mason wrapped his arms around her, it was awkward and terrible and she dropped his hat but then he was on his feet and she was holding him back, thick arms around his neck and with his head on her shoulder.

"There it is." Mabel said hugging him back. "My big sap."

And Dipper laughed, and hated he was crying because he'd never been more happy in his life and Mabel's shoulders were shaking and she was home. She was alive and whole and back with him and he'd spent so long missing her he forgot what it was like before he'd gotten that ache in his chest. Mabel was swinging them a little, because she couldn't be still for even a second, not his sister.

The tv kept buzzing somewhere beyond them, and for a while they were quiet. It wasn't the same as when he last hugged her, he was happy it wasn't. He wasn't the same scrawny 20-something that kept swearing up and down he would finish his PhD that year, and she wasn't the same 20-something that had 15 different degrees in 15 different unrelated fields because she liked learning anything and she could never settle. They were old, now. Different and new but familiar and he loved her even more.

They'd started to relax, Mabel stopped shaking and Dipper's clinging arms had turned to gentle hands on her waist. They were still swaying, almost dancing to the quiet of the livingroom.

"This reminds me of prom." His sister muttered.

"You never slow danced at prom."

"Not that part, goober. Do you even remember prom, old man?"

"Better than you."

She was still cheek-to-cheek with him but he could tell she stuck her tongue out at him. "Fine, so you remember asking me?"

"Of course. You were crying for hours because of some guy - Murrey?"

"Mermando."

"He definitely made that up."

"Maybe. What else?"

"I ditched my own date and asked you out. You crocheted me a boutonnier to match your corsage, and we both had to squeeze on your bike to get there because mine was still wrecked from those cats."

"My friends gave you hell for making me pedal."

"You were wearing sneakers! I had to wear sucky dress shoes."

"Yeah, yeah." She kissed the spot right over his ear. "What else?"

Dipper sighed. "I remember you kept dragging me onto the dance floor to dance but then kept using the slow songs to stuff your face."

Mabel snorted. "Yeah, and when my ex came with another girl you dumped the whole punch bowl on him."

"Worth it."

"You remember after prom, too? You said I didn't need all those other guys that kept on breaking my heart. Said you'd always be there for me because you knew what a catch I was. Your voice kept cracking the whole way through and you were blushing up to the little dipper."

"I think there was something in that punch before I dumped it on Fake Name."

Mabel pulled away a little. "Do you remember what happened after?"

"Well... I kept on stammering until I could barely breath, and then you grabbed me by the hair and--" Kissed him.

Mabel was kissing him, and she tasted like maple syrup and ozone and Dipper started kissing back before she came to her senses.

She was smiling, it was hard to kiss around it but he couldn't ask for anything less, one of her hands was in his hair and the other was running down his back and it was perfect and - and Mabel broke away.

She was giggling. "Knew it."

"Wh-- Mabel! You - you still--"

Mabel hummed an affirmative. "Never stopped, did you?"

"Never, never." He kissed her and she kissed back. "It's always been you." He murmured.

She smiled like she already knew. "It's always been you, too."

Dipper was never going to let her go.

[earthstellar]

Medical Staff Superstitions and Cybertronian Medics

I was just thinking: What superstitions might Cybertronian medical staff have?

For some real world examples:

-Deaths come in threes

-Tying the corners of a bed's sheets "keeps the soul in" (helps prevents a patient from worsening/dying)

-Preparing for certain procedures ahead of time wards off certain incidents from happening (crash cart, some surgical setup, etc.)

-Full moon means a busy shift

-Some staff can be "unlucky"; For example, if a certain doc/nurse is working that shift, you can expect X to happen

-Nobody should ever say the word "quiet", or things are about to get real, real loud (busy)

Superstitions in healthcare vary from region to region, and from speciality to specialty.

For example, in a maternity/birthing ward, a well-prepared birth plan means everyone should prepare for emergency c-section or post partum haemorrhage.

One of my friends who is a nurse in Mexico said that a picture of an upside-down cat or upside-down dog pinned on the wall helps prevent poor outcomes! (This is apparently often done with pictures of staff member's pets, lmao.)

I'm sure that Ratchet wouldn't (at least knowingly) lean into any superstitions that might exist in Cybertronian healthcare, but I feel like other medics might.

Perhaps it varies regionally across Cybertron, too-- Tetrahexian medics may have different beliefs compared to Praxian medics, and so on.

I can see First Aid, with his collection of Autobot badges, potentially putting one upside-down on his work station. It would probably drive Ratchet up the wall, but Velocity might ask questions about it and share some Camien medical superstitions!

IDK It's just fun to think about.

Ratchet might even engage in some superstitions unconsciously, just out of habit from centuries of working with other medics in Iacon etc. who would probably get upset if the superstitions weren't taken into consideration, lmao.

First Aid might call this out in front of Drift, who would then be aaaaabsolutely fascinated, lmao.

I'm at work right now so I might elaborate a bit on this later, just thinkin' out loud lol

[starheirxero]

No but genuinely, how does Sun even get drunk... Like, is there some magic he's had this entire time that allows him to process alcohol in the same way as humans? Are nanomachines somehow susceptible to it??? Like I am truly wholly tryna figure something out for this because if robots really don't get effected by alcohol, then Sun's drinking really isn't a problem for the alcoholism reasons.

It might be a problem for like, maintenance reasons though. I don't think wine is particularly dangerous to robotic parts in any way—just as dangerous as water or soda or many other liquids—but if some of it isn't fully "processed" then it's probably gunking some stuff up internally. Maybe not to a fatal degree, but still to an annoying degree.

Idk just kinda thinkin' out loud. I think drinking headcanons are entertaining but they're really something that makes you go "yeah there's no way this could happen, I'm just bullshitting for fun" lmao 😭

[nattousan]

i got a new job recently as a lab tech making dentures on recommendation from my sister. We both have pretty significant adhd and i'm hella on the spectrum, and she said, from her experience, the fast paced nature, art focus and hand-engaging detail work works very well for people like us.

And she was right!

I'm taking to this job like a rat to pizza, like a flame in a fireworks factory. I'm sinkin into it like a farmer in a grain silo, because its a job that suits how my brain works in a way that no other job has done before. I'm not gonna say it's because of my adhd /autism that i'm successful but it definitely lets certain elements shine.

Now my trainer, bless her, has been a lab tech for almost 40 something years. But She doesn't have adhd, she's just absent minded. She doesn't have autism, she just needs me to use the airhose and torch sparingly because the loud noises drive her nuts. She just talks to herself, reuses a certain carousel of rote phrases, forgets what she's saying in the middle of a sentence, has SEVERAL neurodivergent children, gets upset when certain routines aren't followed to the letter or done correctly, talks at top volume, rarely makes eye contact, and is unusually passionate about teeth.... because, "that's just how she is..."

👀

Needless to say we've been getting along swimmingly. Along with all the things I've been silently noticing though, one thing in particular sticks out to me. And that is how she talks about herself. Often she'll (laughingly) punctuate a rant about teeth or the processes therin with " yea i know, you're thinkin "will this lady just shut up and leave me be??" or " I'm not overwhelming you with all this am I?" She's constantly apologizing for herself or referring to herself as mean things or saying "there's somethin wrong with me" How many times has she heard that said to her? When did she start repeating that to herself?

idk, i just find it really sad that this very nice and passionate woman in her 60s who raised 5 kids by herself and endured some of the worst kinda shit a person can go through never gained a deeper understanding of herself. I wish I could ask her about it, gently, and let her know that I see her, 40 years into a career she loves, with the respect of her peers, a nice home, children who love her and still visit, and see... myself.

I see that I can have that for myself. It's possible, to have a good life, not despite me being me, but because of it. Someday.

[daisyjonesgf]

hiii omg so sorry i haven't been in your inbox! finals have been sweeping me away, but i've been lurking 👁️👁️ ok so i was listening to my playlists and had some #thoughts, so I shall share them to make up for the time i was gone 🤝😎 ----- I Want to Write You a Song - One Direction

I want to lend you my coat One that's as soft as your cheek So when the world is cold You'll have a hiding place you can go I want to lend you my coat Everything I need I get from you Givin' back is all I wanna do (…) I want to write you a song One to make your heart remember me So any time I'm gone You can listen to my voice and sing along I'm such 1D trash 😭😭 But this was on my yearning playlist (lmao) and I was thinking about how Finnick would 1000% write this song for his sweet girl. Like this is such a simp song (respectfully) and we all know Finnick is so in love with her its SICK ----- In Agreement - Lizzy McAlpine I talk to my friends about you Pretty sure they're tired of hearin' it I say "I met a guy, and he treats me real nice" Which is good for a change I talk to my friends about you And I think they agree my exes weren't always great And I don't really buy into fate But you tell me I'm pretty And you don't ask for too much 'Cause you know and I know That promises sometimes can hurt When it's barely begun And I don't want this to fall through Collapsing is what I'm used to But we're all in agreement This is something I should hold onto (another song on my yearning playlist LMAO) but this is very much sweet girl coded #idk bc this is definitely her inner monologue when she first meets Finnick and they start dating 😭😭😭 AND WITH THAT IN MIND, IT MAKES THE LYRIC "'Cause you know and I know that promises sometimes can hurt when it's barely begun, and I don't want this to fall through. Collapsing is what I'm used to" HURTTTT ----- girl i've always been - Olivia Rodrigo *just the entire song*

No like, walk with me here 🚶‍♀️ because this is definitey something that could've been written by Billy's muse HOWEVER, it can be either about Billy OR, OR!! Eddie. Do we see the vision👁️👁️. For Billy, it's written from the pov of a reader who has a lil kick to her, who's done being the doormat and rips into him after he disrespects her and he's all like "???" For Eddie, it's more from the perspective of a reader who is always gonna pick Billy over Eddie. And she told him this many times. Yet, he still pursues her. And yet, he still get's upset that she always picks Billy. His intentions aren't coming from a good place. Like that one blurb you did about Eddie not being a fully good guy, y'know? I'm not good at explaining things so I hope I'm making sense LMAO ----- BACK TO FINNICK AND HIS SWEET GIRL! Block Me Out - Gracie Abrams

Now I only let me down When there's no one else around I've been thinkin' way too loud I wish that I could block me out I wish that I could block me out, out I think I'm burnin' alive, but nobody sees the fire 'Cause when I open my mouth, I seem to be stuck in silence And I thought of leaving tonight, but I couldn't drive this tired Plus, after all of this time, I should be a pretty crier (😭!!) Wish I were heavier now, I'm floating outside my body It's not their fault, but I've found that none of my friends will call me Until I'm left to myself, it's honestly kind of funny How every voice in my head is trying its best to haunt me This is another sweet girl coded song. This could deffo be applied to her after her games and after she's rescued from the Capitol :(((( ----- Finishing off with a bit of Miss Swift, this one part of Delicate reminds me of Finnick's sweet girl in the last couple of chapters: This ain't for the best My reputation's never been worse, so You must like me for me Where she's finally letting Finn back in and allowing herself to be comfortable with him :') Also, some its and bits of Marjorie also remind me of this fic when I think about it from two perspectives:

The autumn chill that wakes me up You loved the amber skies so much Long limbs and frozen swims You'd always go past where our feet could touch And I complained the whole way there The car ride back and up the stairs I should've asked you questions I should've asked you how to be Asked you to write it down for me Should've kept every grocery store receipt

If I didn't know better I'd think you were still around I know better But I still feel you all around I know better But you're still around

One being Finnick when he's missing the reader while he's in 13 and she's at the Capitol :( (Sometime I remember that part in Chapter 1 of The River where he smells peaches in his oatmeal and starts breaking breaking down, and I cry 🥲) But the other one being the reader thinking about Conway. Even though he tried to kill her, she still reminisces about the best parts of her friendship and can't help but feel the guilt and regret whenever she does. ------ OK HEHE THOSE ARE MY #THOUGHTS 💆‍♀️ I didn't realize how long it's been since i've been in your inbox and it's been WAY TOO LONG! never again 🫡 I love yapping about these things and I love hearing your thoughts about it!! Also, apologies in advance for when Tortured Poets Department comes out bc it'll be the biggest yap session ever once I make a connection between Finnick/Billy and any of the songs -🦅

AAAAAAA POOKIE I CALLED AND YOU CAME ILY 😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺🥺💋💋💋💋

(sorry this took so long to get to I get so easily distracted and there's an to get through)

you're all good pookie, I hope finals are going good and that you're taking care of yourself babes 💕

finnick odair the type of man to make you a mixtape that's kinda messy and done wrong but you don't care because he's so sweet and you can hear him talking and all the songs that make him think of you, he's such a simp, and so adorable

justice for finnick's sweet girl. she really had so much hope, felt so loved, so in love and had it all torn away from her. she's so giddy to be perceived by someone especially finnick odair and just addicted to him

billy's muse getting annoyed with eddie and giving daisy some lyrics about eddie instead this time bc she's so done with the way he's always being so sweet and comforting and lovey dovey and then trying to convince her to leave billy for him even though she's told him from the start she wouldn't, and he makes her feel so selfish, and cold for it. but "now you're on my case, how could I go? you never dreamed I'd be so cold and, then with venom on your tounge you ask me who I have become" honestly in this case I think billy would love the song because it validates that she'll always pick him, that eddie, although he's a nusciance, isn't a real threat and never had been.

and eddie gets annoyed for a good while and is pissy about it, which is painful for muse because she feels like she's got no one when her and billy argue. but eddie comes crawling back trying to win her over again regardless of how clear she's made it that he never stood a fighting chance.

SIDE NOTE: this song also makes me think of conway and sweet girl especially in that moment during their games when he's realizing everything and says she's changed which she denies. "so don't say that I've been acting different, I'm nothing if I'm not consistent" "I got wrapped up in the game again and you woke up in an empty bed, and I can't say I'm a perfect ten, but I am the girl I've always been"

aaaaa finnick's sweet girl, my poor tortured baby. the crying, the destructing when left with her thoughts, the death wishes, the silent cries for help that really aren't that silent, I want to hold her so bad

and for delicate, finnick's anxiety about not knowing what's not enough and too much for his sweet girl, where is the line? "is it cool that I said all that? is it chill that you're in my head? cause I know that it's delicate."

finnick thinking about how he should've done more, should have paid more attention even though he has her memorized, that somehow he should have savored every moment with her because he can't bear being without her. and the guilt because he wishes he'd supported her more, helped her heal more, he lies awake thinking about how he should've convinced her that life was worth living, that she was worth it because he has no idea what's happening to her now.

AND her thinking about conway, how she should've really paid attention to each tiny detail of their life before the games, each smile, joke, laugh, every damn moment before she destroyed it all. before snow destroyed it all. and she does see him everywhere and try not to break down, the beach they used to play on, the alleys they used to hide in to chat endlessly, their favorite field, favorite swimming hole, everything and it just makes her grieve.

I LOVE YOU POOKIE AND MISSED YOU 😭😭❤️❤️

SO REAL AND PLEASE SO I'M SO SO EXCITED FOR THE ALBUM AND I'M ALREADY SEARCHING FOR CONNECTIONS (billy and his muse as my boy only breaks his favorite toys, but daddy I love him, I can fix him (no really I can) I can do it with a broken heart)