start and stripes


Fresh air, fresh air…it feels damn good to breathe fresh air. New beginnings are undeniably beautiful things. From nothing is where the possibility of everything begins. Overdue and more than ready for this fresh start.

shirt: vintage.
pants: Zara.
jacket: Levi’s distressed by me.
shoes: PUMA.

Daryl Dixon x Reader - Take your time (SMUT) (Request)

Anon:- Hey, was wondering if you could please do a daryl and reader. daryl’s a virgin and has mega crush on reader
& reader has mega crush on daryl. she takes her chances with him for him to panic as its actually happening but
he cums prematurely & get crazy nervous cuz there clothes aren’t even off & when reader starts striping him of his jeans
& pants he just lets her as he’s to scared to tell her & freezes up
& when she notices she stops & asks if he’s okay & he just gives reader puppy eyes <3<3<3

WARNING: SMUT AND FLUFF (and virgin Daryl ♥)


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Baby Face

Pairing: Tyler/Reader// Warnings:Smut, Blowjob// Rating: Mature// A/N: This is fun. Sorry if this is short.

Originally posted by angelguilty

As you sat in front of your mirror, checking your makeup once more, you finally feel satisfied with your look. Tonight, Tyler had made plans to take you out, and, in his words “fuck the living hell it if you when we get home”. You heard his knock at the door, considering he insisted on acting as if this was a normal first date and you hadn’t lived together. You walk to the door and opened it, his jaw hitting the ground when he saw you. “You look…” He starts. “Should I change?” You ask, looking down at your dress. “You better not” he says, grabbing your waist and pulling you to him. “Better be careful, my boyfriend could get mad” you joke, walking past him to the car. Once you’re both in, he looks at you when he starts the car. “Is there another one of me?” He asks, continuing on with the joke. “Oh no, you can’t be duplicated.” You say, smiling.///// You pull into the fancy restaurant and get out, walking behind Tyler inside. You’re lead to a table and you both sit, ordering waters so you can get wine with your meal later. Your conversation flows easily, as it usually does, until an older woman stops at your table. “Don’t you think your dressing a little…Old for your age?” She asks. You immediately look up, shocked and confused. “I’m sorry?” You say, checking if you heard her right. “I’m just saying. And I know how it is, trying to impress a much older gentleman..” she states. You practically choke, offended by the allegations while Tyler is stifling a laugh. “Okay, first. I am 25 years old, I am dressed completely appropriate for my 29 year old boyfriend. Which, by the way, is not a big difference” you say, probably a bit louder than you should’ve. “Oh, my mistake” she says, quickly walking away. Tyler finally lets out a quiet chuckle and you glare at him. “Tyler that’s not funny. Thanks for defending me by the way” you say, leaning back and crossing your arms. Before he can reply, the waiter comes back and you place your orders. When he’s gone, Tyler turns back to you. “It’s not that big of a deal. So what some lady thought you were younger? It means you’ll always look young, be happy about it” he says. Again, before you could say something, the waiter returns a second time. “Um, I’m sorry Miss, but my manager seems to think you might be underage so I’ll need your proof of age” he says. You were practically fuming at this point. You purse your lips and go into your wallet, pulling it out and handing it to him. You watch as he walks back over to a lady, presumably his manager, and she reaches it, looking over it heavily. He walks back and sighs. “She thinks it might be a fake so we’re declining you a drink” he says, giving you your I.D. and walking off. You were trying to contain yourself and Tyler could tell. “It’s okay, I’ll cancel mine so you’re not left out” he says. You shake your head. “No, it’s fine. Let’s just move on” you both agree and smile when your food arrives. You eat but you could just feel all the eyes burning through the both of you. This truly didn’t happen that often, so it was word that so many people thought you were younger, probably because the denial of your drink. As the night comes to a close, you both feel full and heavily stared at, and decide to call it a night. You leave the restaurant and get in the car, peeling away. About halfway home, Tyler finally speaks. “I can’t tell if I’m crazy, but I swear everyone was watching us” he says. You practically jump and spin to look at him. “Yes! Exactly! That was probably the worst experience. No one had the right to judge is like that especially when there was nothing to judge” Tyler, being the amazing boyfriend he is, allowed you to carry out your rant all the way home. You get out and you both walk inside, your shoes immediately coming off. You start heading upstairs, but Tyler grabs your wrist and spins you to face him, pressing your back so you’re pressed against his body. “Where do you think you’re going?” He asks, eyes searching all over your face. “Upstairs?” You say, unsure. “Ah, you see, I told you my intentions for the night before hand, and I’m true to my word” he says, his mouth crashing onto yours. You kiss him back, having completely forgotten the events prior. He walks with you to the spare room downstairs, not breaking contact. When you get to the room, he pushes you onto your knees, and starts unbuttoning his pants. “You had a lot to say in the car, let’s put that mouth to better use” he says, freeing himself completely. You take hold of him and slowly ease him into your mouth, taking him as deep as you can. You feel him shudder at the sensation of your throat, and grabs onto the back of your head to push you even deeper. You start to gag, so he lets up and you continue, rubbing your hands along what you couldn’t fit into your mouth. He slides himself out unexpectedly, and picks you up, setting you on the bed. He slides his hand under the bottom of your dress and pulls it off of you, quick to remove your panties as well. He positions his head between your thighs and starts licking stripes and figure eights into your clit without warning. You let it a loud groan and encourage him to keep going. With that, he slipped a finger inside of you, teasing you. “Ty, don’t be a tease” you say. Suddenly, he starts pumping two fingers in and out hard, while his stripes get faster. As you feel your end nearing, Tyler mumbles something incoherent. No matter, you came, and your body rocked as he helped you ride it out. “You must’ve not heard me, I said don’t cum” he says, crawling and setting on his knees between your legs. “I’m.. Sorry..” you say in between breaths. Tyler just sits there a moment, waiting for you to come down from your high. As soon as he thought it was over, he thrusts full force into you, causing you to gasp out. He rests his arms on either side of your head, letting himself bury deep into you. You instinctively move your hands to his back, leaving scratches down it’s length. One particular scratch seemed to actually hurt him, as he inhaled sharply and grabbed both of your hands, pinning them above your head. It didn’t seem to phase him as he continued to work, with his free hand still holding him up. You can tell he got uncomfortable as he shifted to his knees. He grabbed your hips and slid them to meet him, continuously. He finally let go of your hands and they found their way to his hair, tangling them in his short locks. You felt your second orgasm coming on, which is when Tyler reached his own, calling out your name. That was all it took for you to finish as well, Tyler riding it the both of your orgasms. Once it’s over, he pulls out and lays next to you, wrapping his arm around your and rubbing your back. “Still mad about tonight? He asks, smiling down at you. “Definitely not”
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sub!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Smut

A/N: For all those into sub!Bucky you can go thank @gaybybirth for both this fic and my next fic which will be sub!Eggsy. Thanks for the inspiration Molly! Also thank this pic of Seb in a blue suit because it’s my favorite.

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Pool Table

“What do you think you’re laughing about?” Garth looked up from the pool table. His friend was too busy looking at some kind of tablet.

“Nothing,” Jim said. “It’s nothing, just take your shot.”

Garth looked back down at the table. It felt like he’d been planning his shot forever. For some reason he couldn’t quite concentrate. It was so hot in the basement that he couldn’t think. He started to stripe his shirt off. He could feel his friend staring at him. Garth knew how much his friend liked him. It wasn’t that hard to tell. He was ripped. His entire body had hard muscle from playing sports in high school. After he graduated he kept up with an intense training program.

“Is this too much for you?” Garth asked.

Jim tried to hide his smile. He was doing a terrible job. “Yeah. Looks great.” Garth felt like he was being mocked when Jim gave him a thumbs up.

“So what are you looking at?” Garth was starting to get annoyed.

“I told you, it’s nothing.”

“Nothing, huh?” Garth moved closer to his friend slightly flexing his muscles. It always made Jim hesitate. In that moment Garth grabbed the tablet.

“Hey! Don’t touch that!”

Garth pushed the much smaller Jim away with one hand. He easily kept it out of Jim’s reach. “I just thought I was touching nothing,” he mocked. Jim struggled to get it back but that wasn’t going to happen. He was way too small to do anything.

Instead Garth scrolled down through the device. “What is this?” he questioned looking at the text entries. They all looked like they were describing his life.

“NOTHING!” Jim shouted. “It’s nothing! Don’t worry about it!” Jim started struggling even harder; his small compact body unable to even be a match for Garth’s one arm.

“Doesn’t look like nothing,” Garth responded. “What is this? It’s creepy. Why is my height and weight in here?” He pointed at the area that said 6’3” 230lbs.

“It’s nothing!”

“You don’t get it back till you tell me what it is.”

Jim started to weigh his options. “It’s a device that changes whatever you type into it.” His head dropped to the floor. “I just thought I’d make a few changes to see if it actually worked.”

Garth looked confused. “Changes?” Had something actually changed? He’d always been the big football stud. Right? “So what you’re telling me is if I type something in here it will cause that to change?” Jim nodded. Garth looked at it again. He started typing, ‘Jim does everything I tell him.’

“Don’t change anything!” Jim whined.

“Don’t worry about it. Go take your shot,” Jim instantly stopped caring about his tablet thing. He went back to the pool game. Garth couldn’t help but grin to himself. ‘This is going to be fun.’

Horny and Alone

Summary: After a successful hunt, Dean had convinced you to hit a bar and take shots with him, which didn’t turn out to be your smartest idea, since it left you drunk like hell. The real trouble began when you texted two old friends that you were being horny and needed release. Little did you know that John Winchester himself and Benny Lafitte, would both show up at your doorstep to help you out of your misery.
Requested by: @iowarose

Words: 1728

Pairings: John x Reader x Benny (No M/M)

Originally posted by negandarylsatisfaction

Warnings: smut, threesome, oral sex, anal, DP, NSFW Gifs

A/N: Written for Smut Appreciation Day! I combined my Other SPN Characters and Benny Taglists for this so if you don’t want to read it, it’s fine as well.


“Come on, it will be fun!” Dean exclaimed as he had led you to the bar of the motel you were staying at.

Come to the bar, he said. It will be fun, he said. If he only knew what he had caused.

Dean and you just returned from taking out a vampire nest successfully and Dean being Dean, he wanted to hit up the next bar and celebrate. You didn’t feel much like going out now, you were tired and just wanted to take a shower to relax, but he had other plans.

Knowing Dean wouldn’t give in you said yes and now ended up taking shot after shot with Dean as some sort of bet. He insisted you would never take as many shots as he does and since you didn’t want to lose your pride in letting him beat you down and of course Dean didn’t want to lose his pride either, so the two of you kept going and going way past the line.

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anonymous asked:

You and Niall try 69ing (sorry I've had this on my mind for a bit and I need someone to do it justice)

Wine Me, Dine Me….

The night air was cool and damp as you and Niall stumbled drunkenly out of the restaurant. A bottle of wine each had gone to your head and you were warm and tingly, giggling as you swayed against your boyfriend. Tripping over your feet, you pressed your weight into him. He was warm and solid against you. His arm was slung over your shoulder as he led you to the car waiting for you at the corner to take you home. Tilting your head up, his lips met yours and you smiled into the swift kiss. It had been a great date night, reconnecting after one of your long separations. Happy, drunk and in love, you didn’t even notice the woman appearing out of the dark shadows approaching you.

She tripped and stumbled towards you and you stiffened, bracing yourself for an awkward fan encounter. However, as she got closer, it was apparent that this lady wasn’t a fan. She stopped in front of you, her eyes blurry and unfocused. She was swaying where she stood and Niall quirked up an eyebrow at her.

“You okay?” he asked, confused and alarmed.

“Wine me, dine me, sixty nine me,” she slurred, the alcohol on her breath evident.

You stared silently and just as quickly as she appeared, she stepped around you, bumping your shoulder as she pushed past to continue down the sidewalk. You looked up at Niall, your confusion matched by the expression on his face. After a moment of stunned silence, you both burst out laughing, leaning on each other as the situation finally sank in. You continued your journey to the waiting car, singing out your new favorite saying, “wine me, dine me, sixty nine me.”

“It is pretty catchy,” Niall said as he opened the door and climbed in. You slid in behind him, settling in close and cuddling against his side.

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Childhood Love

Pairing: Barba x Reader
Warning: So much smut
Summary: You and Barca have a little more than child like innocence in his old bedroom.
A/N: So this is a kind of special imagine. I happen to come across this on my dashboard and decided to take up the public request. So @barbabangme I hope you enjoy!<br></p>

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EXO’s reaction to you seeing them naked for the first time


Baekhyun: *you’re finally left alone and he rushes you into his bedroom kissing you gently and slightly increasing each second, you start to passionately rip his clothes off*

You: *start laughing*


You: I’m sorry but where did you hide that this whole time?! 

Originally posted by ibaeks

Chanyeol: *you’re making out and he throws you on his bed he hovers over you and you start to strip each other like your lives depends on it*

You: *can’t help but look down* “HOLY FUCK

“Oh my god sorry it just slipped out O.O”

Chanyeol:*raises his eyebrow and starts laughing like crazy*

Originally posted by c-vitamin

Chen: *sits you on the bed and starts striping for you*

You: *raise your eyebrow and smile awkwardly*

Chen: “What’s with the face?!”

You: I ….um…just thought it would be a bit bi….

D.O:*you wake up from the nap you were taking and he immediately starts to kiss you, he smiles at you and you start taking off everything that’s touching his body*

You: “um…Kyungsoo? …why are you wearing boxers with fried chicken?”

D.O: *embarrassed* Kai gave them to me as a gift and the rest of my boxers are in the laundry…..

You: *laugh and pull his boxers down* “Well I like your gift better” / I’M SO SORRY THIS IS A HORRIBLE JOKE/

Originally posted by essentyeol

Luhan: *he leads you to the restaurant’s bathroom and locks the door, he pins you to the wall making out with you you wrap your legs around him and he unhooks your bra and starts throwing your clothes on the floor. He then pulls down his pants*

Luhan: *smirks* so…what do you say?  

you: “You’re pretty decent”

Kris: *you come back from a date at the local Chinese restaurant, he picks you up and throws you on his bed you start to foreplay and he doesn’t stop kissing you*

You: *look down*

Kris:  *keeps kissing you*

You: “I’m sorry but how the fuck is it bigger than your hands?!”

Originally posted by cheolyans

Suho: *you make out while you’re sitting on his bed his hands are on your waist and he stands in front of you smiling*

You:*take him by surprise and pull his pants and boxers with one quick pull*

Suho: *his face falls with embarrassment*

You: “Oh don’t be so shocked you have nothing to be ashamed of”

Suho:*Flattered and gets really into it*

Originally posted by suhomysuho

Sehun:* you lay on your bed and he starts kissing every visible inch of you he strips you completely and finally when he’s in yehet mode you start taking his clothes off*

You:”Well I guess you do have a reason to be cocky after all….” /pan intended and I’m not even sorry/

Lay:*you’re making out on the couch and he takes his boxers off* 

You: “I like what I see”

Lay: *Bites his lip* “not as much as I like what’s in front of me”

Tao: *you’re trying on some new jeans at the store and he walks into your changing room *

Tao: “I like them….but…” *pins you against the wall and takes them off*

You: *strip his pants off* “I don’t know what I like better…that Gucci dress outside or your little friend here”

Originally posted by taorisland

Xiumin:* sees you smirking at him the minute he comes out of the shower. he grabs you and lifts you on his back running back to the bathroom locking the door and dropping his towel*

you: ………….

Xiumin: “And that’s not the only option we have”

Kai: *gives you a tour of the dorm while the boys are out. You finally reach to his room and he locks the door behind him throwing you on his bed you two start making out and sweating while taking each other’s clothes off”

Kai: *smirks with confident* “are you ok?” *laughs*

You: “if he moves as well as you do then I’m fantastic”

Paper Hearts Pt. 3

Originally posted by teamoseokjin

Part 1 Part 2Jungkook X Reader

Genre : Angst/Fluff

Summary : Jeon Jungkook, your best friend, soon becomes something you never thought possible : Distant…. All because the one he cared about most was oblivious towards his feelings.

A/N : Again, thank you all so much for reading and liking this, also for the sweet messages I got in this!! I feel like this part is really angsty, so be prepared. I’m currently suffering from a load of Jin feels, so expect very emotional Jin moments!~

“Wow, babe. You really forgot about the shit we shared?!” Surprise bubbled inside of your chest at the new “nickname” he’d given you, spreading to every limb in your body. “Baby, I’m sorry for last night, okay? I fucking miss you, and I can’t stand being without you, Y/N,” he whimpered.

“Should’ve thought about that when you shoved your dick up some girl,” you snort, crossing your arms over your chest. “Fuck, this is all because of that ass, Jin! If it wasn’t for him, you’d believe me!” He screamed, the smell of beer lingering in the air between the two of you.

Marching down the hall and into your bedroom, Jungkook slammed the door behind him. Followed by the rather vulgar action was the sound of shattering glass, and a scream that belong to none other than…

Kim Seokjin.

“Jungkook, what the fuck!” The older shouted, disbelief and pain laced in his usually soft voice. You wanted to go to the two, to at least try and calm Jungkook down, but your muscles were tense, reminding you of cement, resulting in you standing in the living area looking like an idiot.

The sound of something falling to the ground, which was followed by a grunt, made its way to your cold ears. The sound traveled from your eardrums and spread to every limb you owned, bringing you back to the present and knocking you out of your trance. You began your journey towards the closed door of your room, picking your pace up to a light jog.

You knew Jungkook was drunk, resulting in his inner demons gnawing at his broken soul. Anger and intoxication was never a good match - you knew that much.

Grasping the brass knob of the wooden door, you turned it and pushed the barrier open with a little too much force as you stumbled into the silent area.

“Y/N”, Jin panted, blood painting thin crimson stripes starting from his forehead all the way to his left cheek. The sight was nauseating, and you grabbed your abdomen in attempt to silence your gags.

Not only was he bleeding, but the sharp lining of his jaw was now decorated with a medium sized blotch of purples and blues. “Y-Y/N. It’s not safe in here. Please go back outside,” he pleaded, wincing at the sharp pain he felt in his jaw area, as he furrowed his eyebrows in pure frustration.

Paying no attention to him, you twisted your body to face an infuriated Jungkook. His almond brown hair was ruffled and the palm of his right hand was bruised, his knuckles covered with blood, which dripped from his shaking arm and onto your hardwood floorboards.

You knew that Jungkook didn’t have the heart to put his hands on you in any abusive way. Striding up to the Maknae, you place a hand on his broad shoulders and began your speech of reassurance.

“Jungkookie, I know this isn’t you. Please stop it; you’re drunk. Can we please just talk it out? Seokjin doesn’t have to be there if you feel that he’s a bother,” you cooed. The boy began to visibly relax and actually take a moment to consider your offer. “I- I… Fuck, I don’t know what the hell’s wrong with me these days,” he breathed.

“Shit’s been bad ever since that argument you and I had the other day. I’m not even really mad at anyone other than myself. One-sided love really fucks people over, you know?” He laughed bitterly and you noticed how his eyes began to form small rivers at the brim.

Jin stayed silent, and you were thankful for that. Putting your thumb to work, you drew tiny circles on your best friend’s shoulder. “Kookie, it’s alright. Everyone faces difficulties in life. But it was also my fault. Don’t be so quick to beat yourself up about things,” you coo.

Jungkook blinked furiously in attempt to prevent his tears from falling, but to no avail, as the drops found purchase on his soft cheeks. “No,” he shook his head wildly, his hands flying up to cup either side of your face. “No, I should’ve just expressed my love to you in a more obvious way. Forget that, I should’ve just told you I love you, rather than screaming just because I was having a shitty day.”

Jin’s heart melted at the sight of a sobbing Jungkook, pouring out his cooped up feelings as if there was no tomorrow for him. He’d been with the Maknae for almost four whole years, and he’d never experienced such a devastating situation from any of the boys - not even Yoongi, who he once found crying in a fetus position on the white tiles of their bathroom.

Jungkook always had a caring, innocent, and friendly persona that relentlessly followed him throughout the years of his life. Witnessing anything other than the squint of his eyes whenever he grinned - or the giggles that would radiate off of the walls when he made derp faces - caused a certain energy of emotion inside his worn-out body.

One that would begin at the tips of his long fingers and travel up his slender arms and then rest in the center of his chest. He knew the feeling quite well. He felt it whenever he rested his gaze on any of the members in the dorms; it was love. His love for all six boys was unwavering and irreplaceable.

The year of 2013 had been where it all began. Being the oldest, Jin prepared meals for the boys and looked out for them every single day. He’d scold any of them if they took a joke too far, annoyed him, or wouldn’t behave in areas such as amusement parks (which was mostly Taehyung and Hoseok’s doing)

Jungkook was empty inside, and he felt anything but his hyung’s never-ending love. He needed your love, but not in a friendly way. He needed to know that you loved him in an intimate way, and he sure as hell didn’t receive even the slightest bit of intimacy.

Shutting his eyes, Jungkook sniffled before opening his mouth. What you had in mind was that he was going to apologize or fuss about how unfair life is, but you were surprised when you heard the faint sound of his singing.

“Remember the way you made me feel

Your mind flashed back to where you’d first met Jungkook, which was - believe it or not - (literally) on the side of the road. You were testing out your new bike you received as a gift from your friend, Seoyeon, who loved the outdoors. You were riding at a steady pace when you suddenly felt the bicycle go over a “speed bump”, which you later found out to be a man’s foot.

“Aish!” The stranger grunted, jerking his foot away from the wheel. Halting your bike, you gazed up at the rather handsome boy, smiling like an idiot when you recognized the face that was endlessly pasted on social media sites, along with six other boys. Then it hit you; you were talking face-to-face with one of South Korea’s most famous idols.

Your lips formed an “O” as your eyes widened. “J-Jeon Jungkook?!” You hollered, your hands flying up to your eyes as you rubbed them. “Oh- Oh Jesus Christ!” You breathed. The idol chuckled at your childish behavior and stuck his hand out for you to shake. Grasping his hand with your own, you give it a firm shake before returning it to the handle of your bicycle.

“I- Um… I’m honestly sorry for running over your foot! Please forgive me!” You bowed, your cheeks flushing a bright pink. “No need to speak so formal, beautiful,” he grinned. “You look about the same age as me.” Your head snapped up, mostly in surprise at what he’d called you.

“Um, okay. Well, I’ll have you know that ‘Beautiful’ isn’t my name; its Y/N.” “Y/N,” he sighed, content plastered on his handsome face.

Such young love but something in me knew that it was real

Jungkook would then exchange phone numbers with you, and when you asked why he’d say : “You need to pay me back for running my foot over.” However, you could see that was a rather poor excuse to conceal the true meaning behind his sudden need for your number.

A week later, you and the Maknae would go out to eat ice cream - which you had to pay for to keep up the lie about “paying him back”. After several trips to places, such as the mall or to a restaurant, Jungkook would drag you over to the dorms and introduce you to his hyungs. What you thought would be an embarrassing event turned out to be a fun and exciting moment.

Taehyung was the first to warm up to you, then Hoseok, Jimin and the others followed soon after that. You remember Yoongi acting distant for the first couple of weeks, but his shell was soon cracked, or should I say slapped off of him by Seokjin. “Excuse me, child, but is this how we act around guests?!” He scolded, plopping himself down next to the silent boy.

“Have more manners. Don’t you see that she’s uncomfortable?” After letting out a sigh, the oldest of the two blew on the red blotch that was on Yoongi’s cheek and caressed it in a soothing motion. “I really hope that my finger prints on your face helped you to realize that you were being rude, even if it was unintentional.” You giggled at the “Eomma’s” behavior, which resulted in Yoongi rising from his seat to lightly hit your arm as he, too, chuckled along with you.

Frozen in my head. Pictures I’m living through for now

Trying to remeber all the good times. Our life was cutting through so loud

Memories are playing in my dull mind

Those seven boys were the light in your darkness, the angels within your demons, the reassurance which calmed your fear. Every event was an adventure, as well as each and every one of their personality traits. From Yoongi’s sarcasm to Taehyung insisting that he is the “secret toilet” of the group. You loved their flaws, their perfection, and everything in between.

But what you loved the most was Jungkook, who over time, became your best friend. The boy who’s shoulder you cried on because your boyfriend cheated on you for two months, the boy who checked on you after practice to make sure that you weren’t sleeping on the desk, the boy who you loved.

I hate this part

You did everything together, laughed together, smiled together, cried together - the list could go on and on. So why the sudden change? You hated this without a doubt. Well, who wouldn’t hate the feeling of your heart being ripped out of your chest? Jungkook’s broken soul felt just like that to the both of you.

This wasn’t an easy situation to fix, either; there’d always be the memory of this depressing time fixated in not only yours and Jungkook’s mind, but the other boys’ mind as well.

Paper hearts…”

The melodic tune came to an end, and Jungkook was walking out the door, brushing last you while doing so, but not before you took hold of his wrist. “Jungkook- Please,” you breathed, relieved when he turned to face you.

“Can we please talk about this outside? I mean you don’t expect to just walk out of here after singing me to heaven, do you?” You laughed, more to yourself, seeing that you were the only one who took part in your fit of giggles.

With a stiff nod, you allowed Jungkook to pull you out of the heavy room and into the hall.

Instead of heading towards the living area, Jungkook pulled you towards your front door and held it open for you as he stepped past it. Shutting the door behind you, you cross your arms over your chest as you gaze at the Makne. “Jungkook, can’t we figure this out? Please? I hate to see you like this, and you hate to be like this; I can tell. Why do you keep torturing yourself?” You questioned, concern and pity lacing your trembling voice.

This had been exactly what Jungkook had feared : pity. He felt weak, worthless, embarrassed. He knew that he was broken, touched with an anger and sadness he’d never experienced before, but he wanted to work it out himself. Pity would lead to others comforting you, yes, but that wasn’t a good thing for Jungkook. They’d only be offering tranquility because they knew that he had a problem, like demons messing with his every thought, slowly consuming his mind.

Jungkook felt stupid, for lack of better words. And how was he going to fix this? He had no idea where to even start. The familiar touch from you was what brought the broken boy back to the present, as he snapped his head in your direction. “Jungkook?” You asked, furrowing your eyebrows.

He took a deep breath, getting ready to apologize for his foolish actions. However, the only sound the slipped past his chapped lips was a small whimper, one that you could barely hear. The boy’s hands began to shake furiously, and he moved them behind his back out of pure embarrassment.

Jungkook’s breath hitched in his dry throat, and he blinked furiously, mentally praying to Jesus, Buddha, and all the other Gods he could think of, to provide him with the strength and courage he so badly craved for.

You were worried sick, with no clue as to where this conversation was headed. Jungkook looked horrible, as if he hadn’t slept for the few days you’ve been apart. The black-purple under his eyes decorated his empty coffee colored orbs, and he was undeniably dehydrated; you could tell that much just from looking at the way the skin on his lips were peeling.

Not to mention his cheeks. They were no longer round, but appeared as if some of the skin was sucked into his mouth. Has avoiding him caused him this much pain and sorrow? You felt weak, depressed, and empty, but you sure didn’t feel as if you could literally drop dead any minute…

“Y-Y/N…” Jungkook groaned, grasping your arm weakly. “I-,” he began, but to no avail as his knees buckled and hand slid down your arm. The next minute, the broken Maknae was laying on the wooden floor of your porch, his eyelids shut.

You and Jin would then carry the unconscious boy into your living room and place him on the love seat, that is, after Seokjin had to snap you out of screaming your head off and disturb the neighbors.

When you felt Jungkook’s hands, they were ice cold, as if he’d had no blood circulation in that area whatsoever. Grabbing your hot pack, you wrapped it in the boy’s palms, as you sat back to observe the mess before you.Jin thought it was best for him to leave, and you obliged.

You knew Jungkook needed you more than anything, and you wanted him back in your life. He craved your love and affection…

Love is complicated… One-sided love is dreadful.


BCM Gunfighter History : Travis Haley

An Exercise in Compromise

Hanging in my office, is a clone of the rifle I carried on two combat tours(Iraq and Liberia). It’s a reminder of where I came from, where I stand today, where I am going and why I am going there.

While serving in 2nd Force Reconnaissance in the late 1990’s and early 2000’s, my unit started seeing radical advances in small arms and light weaponry via the SOPMOD program. Suddenly, carbines could quickly be fine tuned for specific missions by mounting night vision systems, laser aiming devices, weapon lights and red dot optics to the 1913 Picatinny Rail Systems on the upper receiver and handguard.

These technologies opened up whole new tactics, techniques and procedures that could be employed to prosecute our mission of specialized reconnaissance, ambush and direct action raids.

Despite the additional capabilities the SOPMOD program delivered, opinions were sharply divided on the program. Some saw these tools as a burden, adding a lot of “crap” that would only increase the amount of weight our Marines carried on mission for little tangible benefit. A maxed out M4 could run up to 14 pounds, but we didn’t need every component for every mission.


The SOPMOD accessory package that my platoon ended up running included almost two pounds of weight in mounting interfaces alone. When I challenged this, I got a typical Marine Corps answer, “Because that’s what you are issued, now quit asking irrelevant questions Too Speed.” (Too Speed was my call sign)

I couldn’t accept that answer. It was an institutional answer that repeated a party line and the lives of my teammates were, and will always be, more important than not rocking the boat.

After some trial and error, the first mod I made was to ditch the Surefire M951 Weapon Light and replace it with a Surefire 6P in a shotgun tube light mount that I scored at a sporting goods shop near base. After swapping the 6P tail cap for the M951 remote switch assembly, I then ran the tape switch on the left side of the 203 so activating the light wouldn’t impact my weapons manipulation.

Getting a weapon light in tight with a rail and shaving weight off the interface was something I would spend the next 10 years fiddling with before I had a eureka moment and Haley Strategic Partners released the Thorntail Adaptive Series of light mounts, currently in use by military, security contractors and law enforcement worldwide.

This time was a defining moment for me, as it was when I first started tweaking and eventually building original components for my platoon based on the unique requirements of our missions. These experiences of shaving weight, improving ergonomics and finding a balance between capability and utility, would drive the development of so many of the components I have commercialized in my post-service career.


Colt M4 with 14.5” Barrel
Colt M203 40 mm Grenade Launcher
Knights Armament RAS Handguard
PEQ-2 IR Aiming Laser
Surefire Classic 6P with a custom “Simply Dynamic” mount
Boone & Packer Redi-Mag
Simply Dynamic Multi-Mission Sling (commercialized by Magpul as the MS3)


Prior to the invasion of Iraq, Force was trained up for both Green Side(reconnaissance) and Black Side(direct action) missions, with the assumption we would be tasked to one or the other. However, when we entered Iraq, our platoon found ourselves doing a combination of both at the same time. Force Recon is a special operations unit that prepares the battlespace and gathers intelligence for the MAGTF(Marine Air Ground Task Force) and then prosecutes specialized targets as directed.  

With a few days under our belts, the entire platoon started striping gear and mags, looking for that perfect balance of speed, utility and capability. If you can’t move, you can’t be effective. Most of the Marines went from 13 rifle magazines to between five or six. I ended up with four on my vest and two taped together on my carbine with riggers tape and offset with a stick.

Force Recon ran low signature loads outs, often working out of vehicles(mil and civilian), and running a double mag on the carbine meant I had 60 rounds at the ready. When I saw the “Redi-Mag” in a copy of Shotgun News, I ordered it and had it delivered to me overseas. Despite the weight, the Redi-Mag was more versatile than the old riggers tape and stick, and cut my carbine reloads to sub one second.

I no longer run a Redi-Mag because there are so many excellent belt mounted magazine pouches available today, that I can reload at almost the exact speed as from a Redi-Mag. That said, you will sometimes find them on my house and car guns, as I do not expect to be kitting up if someone breaks into my house or I find myself engaged with an active shooter around vehicles in the streets.


The M203 is a vital component to small and agile units, like Force, who operate in small units in semi and non-permissive settings. It becomes even more essential in worst case scenarios where the mission is compromised or the unit is outright ambushed by an enemy force.

We prepared for scenarios where 203s could be employed for a hasty breach, in instances where a short count/stack was not possible. Also, as a posturing tool to achieve immediate fire superiority in the face of an ambush. Finally, we practiced employing them to suppress fortified enemy positions in buildings by putting accurate fire through windows or open doors.

In fact, in the first gunfight I was involved in during OIF, I put this into practice, pumping 40mm HEDP(High Explosive Dual Purpose) rounds through windows of enemy positions 50 meters out. This fire created instant hate and discontent on target, where crew served weapons and M4s did not offer as much of an immediate positive effect. We had never trained to fire the M203 at such a close distance for safety reasons, but I held at the top of the window frame with my Aimpoint and the round went straight where I wanted it.


The MEUSOC 1911 has an almost legendary reputation among 1911 and handgun enthusiasts. One of the most high performance handguns ever built, the MEUSOC 1911 we ran was hand built by Marine Armorers from the Precision Weapons Section at MCBQ (Marine Corps Base Quantico). They fine tuned our 1911’s, hand selecting barrels, link pins, sear springs, ejectors, firing pin stops, mainspring housings and mainsprings. Slides were custom built by Springfield Armory with beavertail safeties and recoil spring guides by Ed Brown, Novak rear sights, Wilson Combat extractors + mag release buttons, and King’s Gun Works ambi thumb safeties.

Force ran the 1911 specifically in direct action raid or ambush missions. It was not a primary and would only come into play if our carbines had run dry or malfunctioned. We carried 10 round magazines with 230 Grain 45 ACP. More than enough to deal with any immediate situation and then refocus on the carbine to get it back into action.

On DRP(Deep Reconnaissance Patrol) Missions, I personally chose my Berretta M92, which was our only 9mm alternative at the time. The flatter trajectory at range of the 9mm and the larger magazine meant more bullets to deal with more problems in the event my carbine was down or permanently disabled.

When I later worked as a security contractor on Ambassador Bremmer’s detail with Blackwater, we would run Glock 17s. But in the end, the mission drives the gear. But more importantly, the mission drives the man.


When I first started making gear, I was doing it to help keep my guys alive. When I started my first company, Simply Dynamic Tactical, I wasn’t in it to get rich. I was doing it to pass on what I learned in combat and to provide tools that would stack the deck in the favor of the men and women who were going overseas or out on our streets as warfighters, law enforcement or private citizens.

Surviving war is an awesome responsibility. For those who have been in combat, you never forget the brothers you lost. When you are one of those who made it back, you carry a weight that is difficult to put into words. I was lucky to have known such great men in my life. I was lucky to have a second family closer than any people I will ever know.

As I approach the 5th year in business with Haley Strategic Partners, we have tried to bring this industry together and to stay focused on that one mission. Enable brave men and women to complete their missions as safely as possible. Through training, through gear and through mindset.  

Stay Sharp and be safe,

Travis Haley
October, 2015

tentacleTherapist would be proud, I think. This is Rose’s laptop cozy, except instead of purple and black, it’s rainbow and white. Funnily enough, I finished sewing it together while in therapy, and my therapist was almost as excited as I was. My first instinct was to put it on my head like a big, rainbow pussyhat, and even though it covered my eyes, it was spectacular. I used the Icelandic Bind Off technique, which made a beautiful cast-off edge that was fairly easy to figure out once I tried. I have a memory for almost every stripe- I started the green stripe on the horrorterror’s side when I went to see a taiko drum performance, for example. The blue, green, yellow, orange, and red stripes on the opposite side were all knit at the same time because I found a really good Minecraft series to watch and ended up finishing the entire thing. This has been quite the fun project, and now I have a new laptop cozy :D Thanks Rose!

Paul was once an average nerd and didn’t have much thought to when he bought those stripe funky sunglasses at the local knick knack store. He thought it would be fun to wear for tomorrow’s school spirit day. Upon arriving back at his house, he went to his room and put his backpack and notes on the bed. The sunglasses he acquired from the knick knack shop was laying on his computer desk and he wondered if the sunglasses he bought might be too tight on him. He proceeded to pick up the sunglasses and put them on. He was satisfied with it being so fit and comfortable. At first, he was admiring them in the mirror. However, little by little the stripes started to change and morph into a deep long spiral and the spiral was seeping into his mind until he eventually succumbed to the spiral and fell deep asleep. While the sunglasses took hold of his mind, his body transformed into a hunky jock/ nerd. He may have the body of a jock, but his mind is a nerd. It is what he wanted. It is what his Master wanted. Only the Master, his Alpha was his true purpose in life. He will obey the Master and continue to be the Masters jock nerd…


This video shows multiple ages of baby zebra pillbugs! The older ones are starting to get stripes and look like mini adults, while the youngest babies are tiny and pale. 

When I opened the container I startled them, and one is curled up in this video.

Also, you can see how much they love their cuttlebone, which I offer as a source of calcium; they’ve eaten one down entirely to the inedible part, and the other has a large part of it devoured. Don’t forget to offer your isopods calcium!

Zebra Pillbug
Armadilladium maculatum