just a couple of days early

I’m leaving town tomorrow morning and I’ll be back Wednesday morning early…. do you think someone needs to check on my cat? Or just give him enough food and water to last a couple of days?

Mike during Eleven’s first day of school
  • Mike goes to Hopper’s house early in the morning to give El a ride to school on his bike
  • Hopper wanted to drive her but the kids insisted that the only thing less cool than riding the bus to high school was getting dropped off by your parents
  • (Mike and Eleven don’t notice but Hopper follows them the entire way to make sure they get to school ok)
  • On the way, Mike and Eleven go over the rules they talked about over the last couple weeks (“ask permission to go to the bathroom,” “say ‘here’ when the teacher calls your name for attendance,” “don’t make eye contact with any of the seniors”)
  • Hopper pulled some strings with the administration to make sure at least one member of the party was in each of Eleven’s classes
  • That said, when Mike finds out that he doesn’t have all his class with her, he goes to the school counselor to change his schedule
  • The counselor refuses. (“You got a B+ in algebra last year, Mr. Wheeler! You can’t drop geometry to retake a class you’ve already passed!”)
  • It’s probably good for his math grades because he can’t stop staring at Eleven in every class they share (he just can’t believe the girl he lost for 353 days is right! There! In the seat next to him!)
  • Mike’s stomach growls all morning because he had to leave before Karen even started making breakfast in order to have enough time to pick up El
  • At lunch, he finishes his sandwich in about 30 seconds, and Eleven can tell he’s still hungry so she gives him her grapes
  • Mike falls asleep in his last class of the day because he only got a couple hours of sleep between talking with Eleven the night before and getting up early to pick her up
  • But it was all worth it, especially when Eleven smiles at him at the end of the day and quietly says, “thank you.”
  • “For what?” asks Mike
  • “For being there.”
  • “I’ll always be there, El.”

Read Eleven’s POV here!

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[ May is BPD ( Borderline Personality Disorder ) awareness month & I wanted to drop this here, for my followers to see.

Why am I posting this, you might ask ? Yes. I HAVE BPD. I’ve had it for at least 10 years in various levels of severity. BPD isn’t the only personality disorder nor mental disorder I have either, & I am not scared to say it.

BPD awareness is close to my heart. I try to make sure I tell to every single person I plan to become a closer friends with that I have this disorder & ask them to try to understand me the best they can. Hell, I sometimes don’t even understand myself… Because of this ( these ) disorders I have always been more or less misunderstood & I have never really “fit the norm” how people should behave. I just… Didn’t understand how emotions work, like many other BPD sufferers. I didn’t know how to voice them out in other way than anger or over-reacting that stems from neglect I had to endure ever since I was a toddler — that is how I learned to survive in the middle of abuse. I am not saying this as an “understand me because I am a special snowflake”, no, everyone should TRY TO UNDERSTAND each other REGARDLESS.

How can you become better at understanding us ? By listening. By asking us questions & not second guess. Educate yourself on the subject if you have a friend, a family member or anyone close to you that suffers from BPD. Or educate yourself even if you don’t, the more knowledge the better.

Now to the stigmas. I am sick & tired of people stigmatizing ANYTHING & I want to debunk these from my personal perspective. Sometimes we do it without even realizing it, stigmatizing… Which we should try our best to break free from.

I am not selfish. I have too many things I need to deal with every day, I might not be the best person to put other people’s needs first as well as someone that isn’t dealing with extreme mood swings that can last from literally 15 SECONDS to couple of hours. I do care about you. I just sometimes don’t have the strength to carry both of our burdens.
I am not manipulative —- I just don’t know how to voice my strong emotions right without sounding hostile or pushy.
I am not an attention seeker. Once again, I just don’t know how to voice my emotions out early enough before I’ve bottled everything up, then everything just explodes because I become so overwhelmed & it seems like I am making the situation a horrible shit storm of drama.
I am not treatment resistant — I thought I was, but my medications are set & suit me. I attend therapy & have been for 1.5 years & it helps. I do not abuse alcohol, drugs or sex, I am actively combating self harm & suicidalness every single day. I will never be cured, but I will be better.
Only thing in this list I can agree with is BPD people being difficult because being difficult is SUBJECTIVE. We as humans don’t have an “one size fits all” base for our tolerance — all of us tolerate certain things to certain extents.

I am not a monster.

Unless you really know me & we have a mutual understanding between each other you have NO RIGHT to stigmatize me or say what kind of a person I am. So many people start to abuse me & tell how horrible person I am because I am behaving in a certain way because I just don’t know better. I don’t know how else to behave. & I know it’s wrong if I behave badly, I am not perfect. But you still have no right to verbally abuse me. Hell, you have no right to do that to ANYONE.

My disorders do not determine me. My disorders are not ME.

These stigmas just make everything worse, for everyone. These stigmas surrounding us make us BPD sufferers AFRAID to admit we have BPD. We are AFRAID to seek for help. We’re AFRAID to even talk about the subject in any way & we keep suffering, feeling alone in this hellhole of a world that might never understand us.

Don’t succumb to the stigma. Don’t be afraid of someone with BPD, some of us suffer in silence & struggle internally, some of us voice our emotions out in a very immature way, we’re not all the same. Imagine someone whose most outer layer of skin has been peeled completely off. You are red & raw, even a soft breeze of wind hurts. Even the smallest touch can make anyone SCREAM from pain. That is what BPD emotions are like. We know how we behave is not right, but we most of the time can’t help it. We learned these ways to behave from trauma — we had to do SOMETHING to survive & now we are stuck with a certain way of behavior, a survival method that might get triggered by even the smallest things. We feel like we are in serious danger & we need to defend ourselves at least somehow. We know how we have learned to survive doesn’t work anymore, some of us are in so much better place than we were before but we just can’t break free without professional help or dedicated self treatment, such as Mindfulness, yoga & meditation.

Not all of our bad behaviors are BPD based, but it’s very likely most of them are. You don’t need to understand us, just at least try to.

We are not perfect. You aren’t perfect either. We all make mistakes, some just more than others. Deep down inside we are just like you. We are human, we are flawed & we feel emotions. We are trying our best to be “normal” & not hurt anyone.

For other BPD sufferers — there is hope. Someone loves you. & you should love yourself, too.

This has been a PSA. Thank you for reading. Thank you for trying to understand. ]

;playing with fire (m)

pairing jeon jungkook x reader, college! jungkook
genre/warnings smut, explicit sexual descriptions, exhibitionist themes, slightly-sub! jungkook, switch themes, oral sex, face sitting
words 8,460

 :: summary jungkook seems to have a little crush on you, and no matter how much you try to ignore it, you seem to be losing your resolve with each passing day…

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the day isak first kisses even at school, he has norwegian class in the morning. he gets to school a little early and there are only a few students in class, and there’s this couple in front of him. they’re holding hands on their desk and he’s not looking at them, but he sees two heads lean in toward each other, knows that they just kissed. it’s nothing, just a quick kiss, and then the class starts and they let go of each other’s hand and isak realizes he never holds even’s hand at school

isak sees couples kiss in the cafeteria and in the hallways. quick kisses before one heads to class, or longer make-out sessions. boys kissing girls and once he saw a boy kiss a boy and just. people kissing people. it happens. he’s putting his physics textbook back in his locker after his last class of the day and next to him there are these two girls he once briefly met at a party, and they’re holding hands and isak doesn’t look but he still sees it from the corner of his eyes, two heads leaning in once again. a kiss 

he texted even when his class was done, and now even is walking up to him, coat on and backpack on his shoulders and ready to leave school and go home. and he gives isak the sweetest smile and isak puts his coat on, looking into even’s eyes as he does. as if he can’t look away, not really wanting to anyway. and even simply holds his gaze, the sweet sweet smile in his eyes as well, and he asks isak “ready?” and isak nods and he just. now his head is leaning in and his lips touch even’s and maybe someone is putting their textbook back in their locker and they notice the kiss from the corner of their eyes. maybe someone is purposely looking. maybe. isak doesn’t really care 

isak takes even’s hand in his own, interlaces their fingers as their mouths part. and then even presses his forehead gently against his and when isak opens his eyes, the same smile is still in even’s eyes but there’s also brightness added to the softness and the warmth. and even asks “a kiss?” and isak’s back is against his closed locker when he sighs contentedly and replies “yeah, why not?”

because, yeah, why not 

One of my favorite memories of human kindness was when I was at an all-day concert with my dad that was leading up to Linkin Park at the very end of the night. we had shitty seats, the ones that aren’t even really seats, but more like you just sit on a lawn behind where the seats are. I was about 12 or 13 at the time.

just as Linkin Park was going on, an older couple that was leaving early asked us if we were staying to see them and gave us their tickets, which were like 4th row, way up close to the stage. I was so fucking enthralled and they were just about to play Faint. They were so good live. It was and is, still to this day, the best concert experience I’ve ever had.

Chester was my fuckin dude and I’m really gonna miss him.

librarian || b.b

Relationship: Librarian!Bucky x reader

Summary: You can’t help but slowly develop feelings for librarian Bucky Barnes.

Warnings: none!!!!!!

Word Count: 977

A/N: wow i just couldn’t stop thinking about soft!librarian!bucky and well here you go


Being cooped up in the library from late afternoon to early evening definitely wasn’t the ideal way you’d been wanting to spend your Thursday, but your professors clearly had other plans because they were just piling on the work. 

Although you didn’t mind, simply because the librarian happened to be the cutest boy you’d ever seen. He was tall in stature and very well built, usually wearing a large sweater of sorts paired with some simple black jeans. His brown locks were more often than not pulled into a sleek bun, a couple of strands escaping around his face. 

Your favourite days were when his hair was down, framing his face as he had to tuck the strands behind his ears as he catalogued the various assortment of books.

You remember the first time you met those bright blue eyes, being completely entranced in his gaze, his smile making butterflies erupt in your stomach. 

Do you need any help finding anything?” You heard an unfamiliar voice say behind you, startling you a bit. 

“Oh no I’m okay, I’ll just ask the librarian,” you said somewhat quietly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear as you admired the man standing in front of you in his dark green jumper. 

“I am the librarian, sweetheart,” he chuckled as your mouth hung open, a string of apologies flowing out as your cheeks blushed at your embarrassment.  

You’d started coming into the library more often because of him, he never failed to brighten up your day. Even if it was a simple hello you got from him, it made your stomach flutter and your heart thud in your chest. 

“Long night again, doll?” You heard a soft voice ask as you pried your tired eyes away from your textbook, “you know it is, Buck,” you giggled as his own heart fluttered loving the way his (nick)name rolled off your lips. 

“You sure you don’t need anything?” He asked, bending down so he was now eye level to you, “I’m sure,” you said sweetly as he nodded, “you know where I am if anything,” he smiled before leaving you be, leaving your heart hammering as usual. 

Bucky had become your safety net through the months, always there to hear you rant about your professors or that one group member that doesn’t do any work.

He’d been there more than once when school had gotten too much for you and you needed a distraction. He’d been more than happy to wheel in an old TV and play old cartoon while making jokes to ease your stress. 

Which is why you weren’t surprised that you had started falling for him, slowly but surely you had developed feelings for him. You never acted on those feelings knowing you’d rather stay friends and not awkward once friends. 

You were also fairly positive that a man with such good looks most definitely had a girlfriend, although you’d never asked since you didn’t exactly want to venture into that territory. 

“Doll,” you heard Bucky’s voice from where he sat at his desk, “it’s time to go,” he said as you looked up and gave him a weak smile before starting to pack up your things. 

You don’t know how it happened but Bucky had walked you back to your place one night and ever since then it had become a tradition and he refused to let you walk home alone. 

You gave him another tired smile, joining beside him as he opened the door for you, the cold autumn air nipping at the delicate skin of your face, “it’s getting cold,” you said absentmindedly as the two of you began walking back to your place. 

It must’ve been a few seconds after those words left your mouth that you felt Bucky place his beanie on top of your head, smoothing it down, “can’t have you getting cold now can we?” He teased as you let out a small laugh. 

You both walked in comfortable silence, one of you occasionally breaking it to point something out as your arms bumped against each others until you made it to the front of your building. 

“Thanks again,” you told Bucky, standing on the second step of the stairs so you were eye level with him, “it was no problem, doll,” he said softly a small smile gracing his features. 

Tonight felt different. 

Bucky had always made an effort in walking you home, especially on late night, but tonight, there was something more glinting in his eyes. He appeared a little on edge, nervous maybe as he fiddled with his fingers. 

“Hey, uh, are you busy tomorrow?” He piped up, meeting your gaze, “I shouldn’t be later in the evening, why?” You asked calmly despite the fact that your heart was beating a million miles a minutes and your thoughts were racing. 

“I was wondering i-if you’d maybe wanna grab some t-tea with me?” He stuttered and you could’ve sworn that your heart ballooned in love for the man who was always so charming now stuttering and tripping over his words. 

“I would really like that, Buck,” you said softly, a smile on your face as one appeared on his face, “I-I’ll pick you up at six?” He asked excitedly as you giggled lightly, “I’ll see you then, Bucky,” you whispered as you leaned in to give him a quick peck on the cheek before turning around, walking into your building leaving him looking like he slept with a hanger in his mouth. 

His heart fluttered and raced all at the same time the entire way back home as he thought about you, she said yes he mumbled to himself in disbelief as he chuckled to himself. 

“She said yes,” he repeated one last time before walking into his house, anxiously awaiting for your date with him.

Naruto families (Summer Headcanon)

Boruto: Wake up, stupid dad!!

Naruto: What… what time is it?

Himawari: It’s 6 a.m! Let’s go fishing daddy.

Naruto: Just go back to bed. It’s far too early, even for fish.

Boruto: You promised we were going fishing today. Mom, say something!!!

Hinata: You also promised to finish your academy homework, Boruto. How is it?

Boruto:

Hinata: Well?

Boruto: Just go back to bed, mom. It’s far too early, even for homework.

 ———————————————

Sakura: Your father will be at home only for a couple of days before resuming his mission. Shall we go somewhere together?

Sarada: We could go to the beach!

Sasuke: Been there before. Sand is annoying.

Sakura: The pool?

Sasuke: Chemicals are no good for my skin.

Sarada: Are you serious?

Sakura: How about a relaxing walk through the forest.

Sasuke: I’ve spent 10 years literally doing that.

Sarada: Where do you want to go then?!

Sasuke: To the sofa.

 ———————————————

Inojin: And this concludes my 10 minutes explanation of why we should spend a whole day at the Western Art Exhibition before summer ends.

Sai: I’m not betraying my style over the sight of Western Art.

Ino: But they include a lot of flowers in their paintings. It looks lovely… and Inojin could use it in his fighting techniques.

Inojin: Sorry about the incoming sarcasm, mom… I’m sure nothing will frighten the enemy more than a bunch of sunflowers walking towards them hehehe

Sai: If you are the one drawing them, I’m sure they’ll scare the shit out of everybody.

Ino: BURN

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Temari: Move! We’ll be late to the Akimichi clan beach party.

Shikamaru: What a drag…

Shikadai: Why should we go? You don’t even like Karui-san

Temari: Because we are going to show everybody what a close and perfect family we are. Also, I bought an expensive designer swimsuit and I want to see Karui’s jealous face over it.

Shikamaru: Us? Perfect? Now you are being delusional.

Shikadai: Also, the Akimichi clan is the wealthiest in the village. Why should they care about some swimsuit they could easily buy the next morning?

Temari:*grabs her fan with an aggressive look on her face*

Shikamaru: Ok!!! Beach day it is… grab your stuff, Shikadai.

Shikadai: Yeah… yeah… and let’s not forget mom’s beautiful swimsuit… right?

Temari: Right.

 ———————————————

Suigetsu: I’m just saying I can’t work in this hideout without air-conditioner.

Karin: Wait, you mean you actually work on a daily basis? Well that’s surprising.

Suigetsu: You are so annoying.

Juugo: Just find yourselves a hotel already.

Suigetsu: With air-conditioner!

Karin: I’m going to no hotel with you!!!

Mitsuki: Shall we get one, dad? Mom? This is so confusing…

Orochimaru: No, we wait until the heat makes them crazy. Then, they’ll attack each other and when one of them dies I use the money I save from his or her salary to pay the air-conditioner.

Mitsuki: Brilliant.

 ——————————————–

TenTen: FOR THE LAST TIME! WE ARE GOING ON A RELAXING TRIP!

Rock Lee: That’s what I’m proposing. A relaxing trip to the nearest Rain Forest… there’s nothing that could bring more satisfaction than surviving the 346 different kinds of poisonous animals in there.

Metal Lee: I want to go to the desert.

TenTen: There’s nothing there… but sand.

Metal Lee: Exactly, nothing and NOBODY… isn’t that relaxing?

TenTen: We should do something about your social anxiety.

Maito Gai: I’ve got it! Let’s go climb the highest mountain in the land, with no tools… just with our perseverance.

TenTen: Kakashi! Say something.

Kakashi: There’s a three days reunion of erotic novels authors next week and…

TenTen: Let’s go back to the desert idea.

masterlist.

est. 5/17 | primarily rated m for mature.

JJK

〚 givenchy & gold (m.) | multishot | completed
The fun part is hiding it, getting to hear Jeongguk whisper to you in the dark corners of the store where no one can find you. Someplace where you’re completely hidden from view with only his eyes and hands on you. You love feeling him on you, in you, all over you in places only a select few others have explored.
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KTH

fate of the fast & furious (m.) | oneshot | completed
There’s always that surge of adrenaline you feel in your gut whenever Taehyung kicks into those higher gears and goes a little too fast on the home stretches of city roads. For those few split-second moments, you realize why he’s so destructive, into such a taboo sport that other drivers curse at. You can only imagine what 150 miles an hour feels like, and the loud echoes of bike motors on the walls of underground tunnels, and the adrenaline rush that it brings a person.
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the cold | drabble | completed
You love being nestled against Taehyung, the flat plane of him, the warmth of his baggy t-shirts that seem to drape breezily right off his collarbones. His scent—something powdery and flower-like, probably cheap detergent, but it’s him, and that’s what matters.
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PJM

trick shot (m.) | multishot | completed
Jimin looks concentrated as hell, hair fallen into his eyes, but he looks through it. You make it look easy, like an art form, but to him it’s brand new. You step aside, watching him pull back on the cue with his dominant hand. Watching him bent over the pool table, ass tight in those slacks, and suddenly it’s hot in here all over again. A thirst not even the water in your glass can quench.
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KNJ

gutter sluts (m.)
coming soon!

JHS

signal (m.)
coming soon!


the night shift (m.) | oneshot | completed
The real finish line is the view of Hoseok, partially nude in nothing but telltale boxers. The sheet is the only thing pulled over his lower half, giving a tease of the idea that he may as well have absolutely nothing on. A view you long grew accustomed to before your nightshifts started and when you guys actually had time to fuck at night like a normal couple in heat. He’d fall asleep in nothing and you’d wake up to just his soft skin. Raking your fingers over the bones in his upper back because he always sleeps on his front.
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MYG

7:30AM (m.) | drabble | completed
This morning Yoongi’s got his arms around you, your favorite morning fog to wake up in. A mess of sheets and limbs. There’s no special occasion other than his lethargy, probably exhausted of waking up so early every damn day just for the sake of video editing, and you’re not complaining.
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rule of thirst (m.) | oneshot | completed
You hate that he can suspect emotion even from a mile away. Not even in a charming sense—the kind of knowledge you gain from living with someone in close proximity for so long and being able to read them from the inside out. He can literally read you like an open book, actually hear your pulse accelerate with strain and interpret your emotions like a codex. You can’t hide anything from him anymore.
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insemination wars (m.) | multishot | incomplete
Exhaustive research, careful planning, using calendars for things you never thought you’d ever have to use a calendar for. It all becomes a norm to your busy schedules. Except busy is an understatement and how the fuck are you supposed to put aside time to conceive a child when you don’t even have enough time to finish a taco salad at lunch?
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KSJ

restoration | drabble | completed
The bold truth hurts, but you’ve got to get it out of your head. Nothing could have convinced you enough to stay, not even Seokjin who had you around his finger from the start. He drowned you out of his mind so easily with his job, making you seem foolish for ever convincing yourself he’d be different and he’d show you more eventually.
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only for a second (m.)
coming soon!


facets of greed (m.)
coming soon!

Hubby and i were suppose to go to the beach with some friends of ours this past Saturday. Unfortunately, the husband fell ill so they couldn’t go with us. So hubby and I made it a beach date with just the two of us.

It was a Beautiful day.  We got there early as to avoid the long lines. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky and it was a comfortable day, not too hot, although the water was freezing.

It didn’t take too long for the beach to pile up with other visitors. One couple that set up just off of us had a really cool four wheel cart that both hubby and I really liked. it would make life so much easier with having to card the cooler, umbrella’s and everything else you decide to take to the beach.  

Finally hubby got up off his chair and walked over to him. I heard him ask about the four wheel cart and ask where they got it. I got up and walked over to say hi. Allan, the husband was tall, probably in his late thirties, short dirty blonde hair, he medium built with a bit of a belly. Kelly, the wife was shorter, a bit bigger than he was , large tits and long black hair. One thing I noticed about her, was that Carly Simon type mouth and smile. Very sexy.

Anyway, we found out that they lived about 5 hours away and are in our area on vacation. They bought the cart at a Canadian Tire where they are from. After hubby and I said that we would have to look for one later on, we said it was nice to meet them and went back to sit out at our spot.

For a few hours, hubby and I sat at our spot, read and watched people on the beach. Finally it was hot enough to go into the water. But wow, the water was freezing! My nipples were very perky and evident through my bikini top.

The couple that we talk with earlier came into the water and made their way over to us. The husband was fine with the cold water and dove right in but Kelly wasn’t so convinced and was shivering as she slowly made her way over to us.

“I can’t believe how cold the water is!” She said shivering in front of us. Both arms across her large breasts. Her goosebumps were showing.

“ I know right.” I pointed to my erect nipples.

Just as I did that Allan came up out of his swim towards us and saw me pointing to my nipples and howled with laughter. “That’s something you don’t expect to see coming out of the water.”

I smiled back at him and Hubby piped up, “that’s nothing, you can hang your jacket up most days on those hard nipples.”

Allan Laughed again. We talked a while in the water about their life and how they were just married and this was pretty much their honeymoon vacation. I had my sunglasses on so neither of them saw me checking them out. Both Kelly and I got too cold so we all went back to our spots on the beach.  

A couple more hours passed, we read some more, hubby and I took a walk along the shore and I even got in a power nap. Time not surprisingly went fast. It was now almost 6 pm. People were starting to clear out of the beach. The beauty about having older kids is that we weren’t in a big hurry to get home. They can easily fend for themselves.  So Hubby and I made the decision to stay and watch the sunset. Kelly and Allan were still there as well. They eventually asked if they could bring some chairs to watch the sunset with us.

We all laughed and talked the evening away, all the while watching other people walking and playing out in the water. Commenting on other bathing suits and in some cases lack there of.

Sunset finally came and it was beautiful. We all managed to snap some amazing pics. Once the sun went down we all started to pack to leave for the night when Allan walked back to our spot.

“Are you guys hungry?” He asked. “We are heading out to a restaurant after we head to the hotel and clean up.”

Hubby and I looked at each other for a moment, “we would love to but were going to need to get cleaned up as well.” I said looking at hubby.

“Well, if you guys don’t mind, come back to out hotel and fresh’in up there.” Kelly said walking up to us. “We don’t think your murderers after all. “ She said with her Carly Simon smile.

“And we won’t bite. Much.” Allan said with a laugh.

So hubby and I were driving behind this couple that we just met today. They were really friendly and felt very comfortable with them. You could tell that they felt the same way about us.

“Who knew that asking about a four wheeled cart would turn into this!?” Hubby said as he drove behind them.

We pulled into this Motel that was about 20 minutes away from the beach. It looked like one one those 60′s motels with a large lit up sign outside. Inside it confirmed my thought. shag carpet was all around and the bed even had one of those coin machines that made the bed vibrate.

“We found this place on line.” Kelly said as she put her stuff down by the closet. “The new owners of this place turned it into an authentic 60′s style motel.”

“It’s too cool. I wouldn’t mind staying here sometime myself.” I said looking around.

Kelly showered first as Allan, myself and hubby sat around talking. When she finished I went in for a shower then Allan and hubby. Once we were all cleaned up we took one vehicle (our Van) to the restaurant. For a couple of hours we sat, ate and drank wine. We all were laughing and had a great time. Hubby was driving so he only had one beer, then drank water for the rest of the evening.

By the time we left the restaurant, the three of us were feeling pretty good. The wine def had its effect on us. Hubby was getting a kick out of our silly behavior during the van ride home.

“Omg, I’m really glad we met you guys today.” Kelly said flashing the smile.

“Hubby said on our way to the Motel that its funny how this all started because he asked where you guys got your cart from.” I smiled back at her.

We pulled into the Motel and they asked if we wanted to come back up to their room to chat some more. We did, and what happened after that is a blur to me, but I’m sure hubby would be able to tell you.Could have been too much wine or something, But, sometime after that and a couple more drinks, I was licking Allan’s sizable cock head as he stood in front of me as I sat in the chair next to the bed.

His shirt was off and his belly was hitting the top of my head as I held his cock that was sticking up of his boxer shorts. He was moaning as he held my head with both hands thrusting in and out out my mouth.

“Christ, you have a fantastic mouth.” He moaned . His large balls hitting my chin. I didn’t know where hubby was at this time, but between the loud sucking sounds coming from my mouth, I did hear Kelly moaning. Allan took his cock out of my mouth and slapped my face with it a few times leaving wet marks on my cheek. I finally saw Kelly laying on the bed, her top was still on and hubby was between her legs eating her pussy. Both her hands were on his head as she thrusted up into him.

“You like seeing that?” Allan asked as he stroked his cock in front of my face.

“Yes!” was all I could respond with.

Hubby and i don’t swing very often because he has to be careful with  his job, but when we do, its so hot watching him. I know the pleasure Kelly was in because hubby can really eat a pussy good!

“Good.” Allan said standing me up and bending me over the bed beside where Kelly was laying. He lifted my sundress and pulled my bikini bottoms down. At first he started rubbing his fat cock up and down my ass, then I felt his hands spread my ass cheeks and his tongue rimmed my ass and pussy.

I reached out to Kelly and pulled her sundress open exposing her right breast and started tweaking her large brown nipple causing her to cry out. I felt Allan’s tongue enter my pussy from behind and I leaned down more and took her nipple in my warm mouth. She let out a yelp and came on hubby’s face causing him to moan.

It wasn’t long before I was moaning loudly and came on Allan’s face as well. He stood up and entered me from behind. That thick cock filling me. I braced myself on the bed sheets as he began fucking me hard. His hips slapping into me causing the bed to shake. Hubby came up to me and kissed me so I could taste Kelly on my lips.

“She tastes good, doesn’t she?” He smiled at me.

“Yes.” I moaned back as my hole body shook with pleasure. Allan didn’t slow down. He kept thrusting hard into me.

I came again.

Hubby climbed on top of Kelly missionary and slid his hard cock deep inside her causing another loud yelp. He held her legs up past his big shoulders and started fucking her with long steady thrusts.

The room was loud with moaning, yelping, slapping and the bed banging hard against the wall. I’m sure the people in the next room were getting an earful.

Allan had one hand on my hip and the other on the shoulder as he fucked me from behind. Hubby pulled out of Kelly and turned her over into the doggy position and entered her from behind. I swear I never heard anyone yelp during sex before, but that girl, was def a yelper.  

Allan announced that he was going to cum and I reached under and took his swinging balls in my hand. He let out a soft moan then a loud grunt as he pulled out and shot spurt after spurt of hot cum onto my ass. He sat down in the chair trying to catch his breath, I knelt down and took his semi soft cock into my mouth to suck him dry.

I heard hubby picking up the pace as Kelly’s yelps turned to mini screams. The bed was banging harder against the wall as hubby pulled out and came all over her ass and back.

We continued to sit around in the hotel room, each of us in a different form of semi undress.

How did this all start anyway!?” I finally asked.

Kelly broke out in laughter. “Omg, you don’t remember?”

I shook my head as all three of them looked at me.

“When we got back into the room.” Hubby began to explain. “ Allan asked so what do you guys want to do. You said , Lets fuck. It surprised us all.”

“ I thought you were just joking around, but I stood up in front of you and asked what you had in mind.” Allan said with a smile. “ Next thing you know, you were massaging my cock through my shorts.”

“oh.” I said sheepishly

“I didn’t even realized you to were swingers.” Kelly said handing us all a bottle of water.

“Occasionally.” Hubby replied.

“Were not.” she smiled back. “But we could very well be now.”

“ Oh look dear, we converted another one.” Hubby joked.

Another hour passed by and it was getting late so hubby and I announced that we were going to leave. I got up to use the washroom. Allan came in behind me, left the door open and began to kiss me. His hand reached down under my sundress and felt my wet pussy. I moaned as his lips touched mine. His tongue played with mine as he fingered me.

The bathroom faced away from the bed room so hubby couldn’t see, Allan lifted me up onto the bathroom counter and moved closer. His hard cock sticking straight out. He took it into his hands and we both watched as he moved it up and down my pussy lips.

I couldn’t hear anything in the next room so I didn’t know if hubby was getting ready or not. Allan moved forward and his hard cock slid straight into me. We kissed passionately as his hips slapped into me. I held his ass cheeks feeling them tighten with each hard thrust. Everything on the counter was moving as we moaned .

Allan took both my legs and widened them apart with both arms as he fucked me. It was so hot knowing our spouses were in the next room. Allan then pulled out, moved me forward a bit and put his cock head on my asshole.

“You think hubby will be angry?” He whispered in my ear as he slowly pushed his cock into my ass.

“He’s not in here.” I whispered back feeling his hard cock entering my ass.

“I couldn’t keep my eyes off this ass all day.” he breathlessly whispered into my ear. “I was imagining how fucking tight your ass must be.”

He was all the way in my tight ass. His arms wrapped around me and started kissing my neck as he fucked my ass.

“Your.” hard thrust in. “So” another hard thrust. :Fucking.” Tight!” his hard thrust shook the bathroom counter as he whispered into me ear.

I was so fucking wet and horny. It was so hot having my ass fucked t with hubby in the next room.

His hard cock filled my ass and the sensation was driving my crazy. I could feel my orgasm building so I reached down between us to rub my clit. That was enough to send me over the edge and I had a amazing orgasm. Crying out, scratching his shoulder with my finger nails.

“I’m going to cum, where do you want it?” he was way beyond breathless at this point.

“In my ass.” I replied back holding onto his naked ass.

He thrust a could more times and cried out with his own orgasm as his cock pulsed inside my ass as his warm cum filled me.

“Holy fuck that was awesome.” He said breathing deeply. “ Kelly doesn’t even let me fuck her ass.” he confessed whispering in my ear.

He helped me off the bathroom counter and as we left the bathroom we could hear the bed banging up against the wall. As we made our way around the corner, all we saw was Kelly lying on the bed and hubby was on top of her, his bare ass thrusting in and out as he fucked her sexy mouth.

We stood there watching as she held onto his ass with both hands, Her mouth making wet gagging sounds. It wasn’t too long until he came in her mouth. She swallowed every drop.

When he climbed off they both looked at us and she smiled licking her lips. It was another couple hours before we left as we had another fuck session. Were hoping to see them again soon and make this a regular thing. I have messaged Allan back and forth a few times since then.

Fingers crossed.

“Choose her everyday or leave her.

I spent 5 years hurting a good woman by staying with her but never fully choosing her.

I did want to be with this one. I really wanted to choose her. She was an exquisite woman, brilliant and funny and sexy and sensual. She could make my whole body laugh with her quick, dark wit and short-circuit my brain with her exotic beauty. Waking up every morning with her snuggled in my arms was my happy place. I loved her wildly.

Unfortunately, as happens with many young couples, our ignorance of how to do love well quickly created stressful challenges in our relationship. Before long, once my early morning blissful reverie gave way to the strained, immature ways of our everyday life together, I would often wonder if there was another woman out there who was easier to love, and who could love me better.

As the months passed and that thought reverberated more and more through my head, I chose her less and less. Every day, for five years, I chose her a little less.

I stayed with her. I just stopped choosing her. We both suffered.

Choosing her would have meant focusing every day on the gifts she was bringing into my life that I could be grateful for: her laughter, beauty, sensuality, playfulness, companionship, and so … much … more.

Sadly, I often found it nearly impossible to embrace – or even see – what was so wildly wonderful about her.

I was too focused on the anger, insecurities, demands, and other aspects of her strong personality that grated on me. The more I focused on her worst, the more I saw of it, and the more I mirrored it back to her by offering my own worst behavior. Naturally, this only magnified the strain on our relationship … which still made me choose her even less.

Thus did our nasty death spiral play itself out over five years.

She fought hard to make me choose her. That’s a fool’s task.

You can’t make someone choose you even when they might love you.

To be fair, she didn’t fully choose me, either. The rage-fueled invective she often hurled at me was evidence enough of that.

I realize now, however, that she was often angry because she didn’t feel safe with me. She felt me not choosing her every day, in my words and my actions, and she was afraid I would abandon her.

Actually, I did abandon her.

By not fully choosing her every day for five years, by focusing on what bothered me rather than what I adored about her, I deserted her.

Like a precious fragrant flower I brought proudly into my home but then failed to water, I left her alone in countless ways to wither in the dry hot heat of our intimate relationship.

I’ll never not choose another woman I love again.

It’s torture for everyone.

If you’re in relationship, I invite you to ask yourself this question: “Why am I choosing my partner today?”

If you can’t find a satisfying answer, dig deeper and find one. It could be as simple as noticing that in your deepest heart’s truth, “I just do.”

If you can’t find it today, ask yourself again tomorrow. We all have disconnected days.

But if too many days go by and you just can’t connect with why you’re choosing your partner, and your relationship is rife with stress, let them go. Create the opening for another human being to show up and see them with fresh eyes and a yearning heart that will enthusiastically choose them every day.

Your loved one deserves to be enthusiastically chosen. Every day.

You do, too.

Choose wisely.”

- Bryan Reeves

-_- mixed feelings about rich butch crisp-suit lady

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She was so insanely beautiful. The kind of beautiful people write songs about, the kind of beautiful I want to write songs about.

Even when sleeping deeply with her messy hair in a bun. Even with her mascara smashed out under eyes. Even when she laid here in my lap and those cute, little snoring noises slipped out of her unflawed rosy lips.

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i need tater and bitty in an AU as private investigators and getting into all sorts of hijinks including:

  • returning the wrong dog to a woman who hired them to find her lost pet
  • doing the “bad cop/good cop act” where bitty is the bad cop for five minutes before offering the guy a pie or a sweater
  • tater climbing on top of bitty’s shoulders to break into someone’s house through their window
  • both of them falling asleep on each other’s shoulders during stakeouts
  • recovering an expensive piece of jewelry for a museum only to have it stolen twice more after that
  • meeting a woman who claims to be psychic and neither of them believe her until something freaky that she predicted comes true
  • spending a week at a “haunted” mansion that just turned out to be the groundskeeper with a projector and speakers
  • bitty tackling someone to the ground only to find out it was the wrong person
  • the two of them having to pretend they’re a couple during some undercover work
  • showing up at crime scenes, much to the annoyance of the handsome detective, jack zimmermann
  • making a wall of evidence complete with red string mapping out connections
  • in the early days, surprising each other with a skill set that the other didn’t know they had. for example: tater’s pretty good at hacking and bitty can pick a lock like no one’s business
  • tater tails a suspect, only to be outsmarted and tied up in the trunk of a car, but luckily, bitty also figures out who the murderer is, and saves tater from certain death
  • on slow days, floor hockey with meter sticks and a roll of tape in their office which happens to be above a russian bakery which they find out later is front for money laundering
  • working a case for a famous author, and to thank them, the author writes bitty and tater into his next novel. tater stands in line for almost three hours when it’s first released so he can get his copy
  • investigating a priceless, recently discovered painting, only to discover that it’s a fake and was made up by a con artist in the seventies
  • adopting a cat they found eating out of garbage bags in the alley, but then they can never agree on a name so the cat has two names
  • having a ten year old girl show up at their office with all the money in her piggy bank because she thinks her father was murdered even though the police ruled it as an accident. it turns out that she is right, and detective jack zimmermann has to begrudgingly accept that bitty and tater were useful
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Summary: A family gathering at the Winchester household turns into an embarrassing mess for Dean and the reader.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,361

Cassie’s Classics Challenge - “I can’t think about that right now. If I do, I’ll go crazy. I’ll think about that tomorrow.” Gone with the Wind @death2thevirgin


“Ha! Suck it, Winchester!” You boast obnoxiously, dancing around Sam in a circle. You just won the third air hockey game in a row and the feeling of victory never gets old.

“Just wait, Y/N. You’re awesome at air hockey but everyone knows you’re shitty at pool. And I can’t wait to kick your little ass!” Crouching down to your level, Sam condescendingly pats the top of your head with a shit eating grin.

“I can’t wait to see that, Sammy. Honestly. We all know you need a little confidence…since that hot girl Erica shot you down. Must hurt the ego.” You giggle at his bitch face before bolting out of the game room. You may be ridiculous but you’re not crazy, Sam’s go to move when annoyed is chucking his drink at you.

Growing up across the street from the Winchester family has equipped you to easily deal with the two brothers in any scenario. It definitely comes in handy knowing which buttons to push.

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Kim Namjoon | RAP MONSTER 

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***NOTE: Not all of my posts are tagged since I didn’t realize early enough about the tagging system and I had apparently kept screwing it up lmao but I think I’m only missing a couple hundred or so posts so just keep that in mind. Hope you enjoy these reblogs + edits***

I will update this routinely in the future. 

[170713] Update: Cleaned them up for the most part :)