this did not come out the way i wanted

My friend told me a story he hadn’t told anyone for years. When he used to tell it years ago people would laugh and say, ‘Who’d believe that? How can that be true? That’s daft.’ So he didn’t tell it again for ages. But for some reason, last night, he knew it would be just the kind of story I would love.
 
When he was a kid, he said, they didn’t use the word autism, they just said ‘shy’, or ‘isn’t very good at being around strangers or lots of people.’ But that’s what he was, and is, and he doesn’t mind telling anyone. It’s just a matter of fact with him, and sometimes it makes him sound a little and act different, but that’s okay.
 
Anyway, when he was a kid it was the middle of the 1980s and they were still saying ‘shy’ or ‘withdrawn’ rather than ‘autistic’. He went to London with his mother to see a special screening of a new film he really loved. He must have won a competition or something, I think. Some of the details he can’t quite remember, but he thinks it must have been London they went to, and the film…! Well, the film is one of my all-time favourites, too. It’s a dark, mysterious fantasy movie. Every single frame is crammed with puppets and goblins. There are silly songs and a goblin king who wears clingy silver tights and who kidnaps a baby and this is what kickstarts the whole adventure.
 
It was ‘Labyrinth’, of course, and the star was David Bowie, and he was there to meet the children who had come to see this special screening.
 
‘I met David Bowie once,’ was the thing that my friend said, that caught my attention.
 
‘You did? When was this?’ I was amazed, and surprised, too, at the casual way he brought this revelation out. Almost anyone else I know would have told the tale a million times already.
 
He seemed surprised I would want to know, and he told me the whole thing, all out of order, and I eked the details out of him.
 
He told the story as if it was he’d been on an adventure back then, and he wasn’t quite allowed to tell the story. Like there was a pact, or a magic spell surrounding it. As if something profound and peculiar would occur if he broke the confidence.
 
It was thirty years ago and all us kids who’d loved Labyrinth then, and who still love it now, are all middle-aged. Saddest of all, the Goblin King is dead. Does the magic still exist?
 
I asked him what happened on his adventure.
 
‘I was withdrawn, more withdrawn than the other kids. We all got a signed poster. Because I was so shy, they put me in a separate room, to one side, and so I got to meet him alone. He’d heard I was shy and it was his idea. He spent thirty minutes with me.
 
‘He gave me this mask. This one. Look.
 
‘He said: ‘This is an invisible mask, you see?
 
‘He took it off his own face and looked around like he was scared and uncomfortable all of a sudden. He passed me his invisible mask. ‘Put it on,’ he told me. ‘It’s magic.’
 
‘And so I did.
 
‘Then he told me, ‘I always feel afraid, just the same as you. But I wear this mask every single day. And it doesn’t take the fear away, but it makes it feel a bit better. I feel brave enough then to face the whole world and all the people. And now you will, too.
 
‘I sat there in his magic mask, looking through the eyes at David Bowie and it was true, I did feel better.
 
‘Then I watched as he made another magic mask. He spun it out of thin air, out of nothing at all. He finished it and smiled and then he put it on. And he looked so relieved and pleased. He smiled at me.
 
‘'Now we’ve both got invisible masks. We can both see through them perfectly well and no one would know we’re even wearing them,’ he said.
 
‘So, I felt incredibly comfortable. It was the first time I felt safe in my whole life.
 
‘It was magic. He was a wizard. He was a goblin king, grinning at me.
 
‘I still keep the mask, of course. This is it, now. Look.’
 
I kept asking my friend questions, amazed by his story. I loved it and wanted all the details. How many other kids? Did they have puppets from the film there, as well? What was David Bowie wearing? I imagined him in his lilac suit from Live Aid. Or maybe he was dressed as the Goblin King in lacy ruffles and cobwebs and glitter.
 
What was the last thing he said to you, when you had to say goodbye?
 
‘David Bowie said, ‘I’m always afraid as well. But this is how you can feel brave in the world.’ And then it was over. I’ve never forgotten it. And years later I cried when I heard he had passed.’
 
My friend was surprised I was delighted by this tale.
 
‘The normal reaction is: that’s just a stupid story. Fancy believing in an invisible mask.’
 
But I do. I really believe in it.
 
And it’s the best story I’ve heard all year.
—  Paul Magrs
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I love how when Victor first skates the Eros routine, we can clearly see Yuuri standing with Yurio and Yuuko on the other side of the rink barrier.

Yuuri is not standing on the ice in this scene.

Oh, but then.

After Yuuri feels the Immaculate Conception coming over him…

The music pauses abruptly and…

Okay, wait. Hold up.

How is Yuuri suddenly standing right in front of Victor? Where did Yurio and Yuuko go? Where’s the rink barrier?

Did … Yuuri walk out onto the ice in the middle of Victor’s performance?

Yep, he sure did.

Meaning, not only did he feel like Victor’s Eros was trying to get him pregnant, but Yuuri’s body decided on its own to move him physically closer in case Victor’s body wanted to finish the job. That’s some caveman behavior right there.

Victor probably stopped mid-performance because suddenly there was a person standing there in his way. Like, “Oh, hey. Where’d you come from? Did you want to try this yourself or…?”

In summary: Victor’s Eros has the power to pull Yuuri in like a friggin tractor beam.

But I mean, to be fair…

Yuuri’s tractor-beam-Eros pulled Victor all the way from Russia to Japan. Not just a few measly feet onto the ice, sooooo…

Yeah, they’re both hopeless.

My top 10 yuri / shoujo ai anime series

(not including the current airing series from summer 2017 & upcoming yuri anime series) + this is entirely my personal opinion.

1. Yuri Kuma Arashi (2015)

Now this one was a masterpiece, the symbolism in this one was just wow; not only does it criticize the portrayal of lesbians in japanese media (sexualization and so), but it also portrays the way lesbians are seen in society, the struggles of coming out in a homophobic society, the struggles of purely loving a person of the same gender. As expected this is pure yuri, lots of yuri moments, and if you want to watch it, do not watch it literally, look up the meaning of the symbols if you can’t catch on it on your own (that’s what I did)

10/10

2. Strawberry Panic (2006)

Honestly, if you’ve never watched this (which would be impossible), WHAT are you doing? Two main yuri couples, one supporting… or shall I said “villain” yuri couple, not one man, pretty good and interesting plot that just keeps you watching, focused on the girls’ relationship, it’s a great series that I wish the anime industry would still make today.

10/10

3. Sakura Trick (2014)

Well… this one is this high on the list purely because of the amount of yuri this series delivered. We’ve got more kisses in this one series alone than the entire yuri anime industry has shown in YEARS. The plot is barely there, but it’s worth the watch for how cute and fun it is.

9/10

4. Flip Flappers (2016)

Oh yes, this anime. Just like Yuri Kuma Arashi, this one has a lot of symbolism, mostly revolving around one of the main characters’ sexuality and what she feels for this one girl she spends all of her time with. It is more than just obvious that by the end of the series she comes to realize what her feelings are and is finally able to embrace her true self. Don’t take the series literally! It will only seem childish and not worth the time if you do.

9.5/10

5. Shuumatsu no Izetta (2016)

The main plot isn’t the girls’ relationship, BUT their relationship, their feelings for each other is what directly supports the main plot. The series in general was extremely entertaining and the fact that we’ve got the main characters being all lovey dovey just made it twice as good. You’ve gotta be lying to yourself if by the end of the series you don’t think these two are dating (especially with THAT one scene, you know WHAT scene!!)

9.5/10

6. Blue Drop: Tenshi-tachi no Gikyoku (2007)

I’m not sure how many know of this, or how many watched it, or how many enjoyed it, but I was in tears by the end of this series. The story revolves around a bunch of lesbians basically… I don’t know how to explain the plot properly without spoiling anything, but this one sure left a huge mark on my soul.

8/10

7. Kannazuki no Miko (2004)

If you’ve watched this one, then you’ll understand why I’ll give it a slightly lower score than the others. This one sure has a lot of yuri and is obviously focused on the girls’ relationship. It had a lot of potential, it kinda slipped along the way tho. Still a nice series, either way.

7.5/10

8. Akuma no Riddle (2014)

The anime surely cut a lot of the yuri moments from the manga, but it was still pretty good. There’s a lot of shipping material and also two obvious canon ones, that only in the anime, the manga gives us a lot more yuri, a lot more canon material. My advice is to watch the anime, then read the manga to fill in the yuri gaps the anime left. As for the plot…? badass.

8/10 (for the anime)

9. Sasameki Koto (2009)

I get a headache whenever I think of this anime tbh, they barely animated half of the manga. The anime stops right where the true yuri starts coming out of this story. I’m adding this to the list just because, just like for Akuma no Riddle, you should first watch the anime, then read the entire manga. The yuri is very strong in the full series.

7/10 (for the anime)

10. Aoi Hana (2009)

Just like other anime yuri series out there, this one didn’t do much justice for the manga. As for yuri? there is yuri. Like I said before, it is wise to first watch the anime, then read the entire manga.

6.5/10

Bonus:

Mikagura Gakuen Kumikyoku (2015)

A lesbian protagonist who flirts with any girl she finds cute and has a love interest?? plus, there’s a lot of funny moments?? yeah, worth the watch if you want to relax and enjoy yourself.

Important Quotes from GRRM

“Some people I met thought we have to find the story’s through line. Who’s the important character? Somebody thought that Dany’s the important character – cut away everybody else, tell the story of Dany. Or Jon Snow. Those were the two most popular characters to build everything around, except you’re losing 90 percent of the story. “ - Rollingstone 2014

“[T]hey couldn’t get a handle on the size of the material, the very thing that I set out to do. I had all these meetings saying, “There’s too many characters, it’s too big — Jon Snow is the central character. We’ll eliminate all the other characters and we’ll make it about Jon Snow.” Or “Daenerys is the central character. We’ll eliminate everyone else and make the movie about Daenerys.” And I turned down all those deals.” -Time Magazine 2017

These two quotes are probably the most important quotes from George because he plainly states that the story is not just about Jon/Dæny. George narrows them down to being only 10% of the story. Are they important? Yes. But so are a host of other characters.


“So all that time I thought Gandalf was dead, and now he’s back and now he’s Gandalf the White. And, ehh, he’s more or less the same as always, except he’s more powerful. It always felt a little bit like a cheat to me. And as I got older and considered it more, it also seemed to me that death doesn’t make you more powerful. That’s, in some ways, me talking to Tolkien in the dialogue, saying, “Yeah, if someone comes back from being dead, especially if they suffer a violent, traumatic death, they’re not going to come back as nice as ever.“ That’s what I was trying to do, and am still trying to do, with the Lady Stoneheart character.” - Time Magazine, 2017

Death does not make you stronger or nicer. Applying this to Jon, he is not the same and never will be.


“At some points, when [Game of Thrones showrunners David Benioff and Dan Weiss] and I had discussions about what way we should go in, I would always favor sticking with the books, while they would favor making changes,” he said. “I think one of the biggest ones would probably be when they made the decision not to bring Catelyn Stark back as Lady Stoneheart. That was probably the first major diversion of the show from the books and, you know, I argued against that, and David and Dan made that decision.” - Time Magazine, 2017

Leaving Lady Stoneheart out was something George feels is a big mistake, we can assume that Lady Stoneheart is integral to the storyline in the unreleased books.


"It was the summer of 1991. I was still involved in Hollywood. My agent was trying to get me meetings to pitch my ideas, but I didn’t have anything to do in May and June. It had been years since I wrote a novel. I had an idea for a science-fiction novel called ”Avalon. I started work on it and it was going pretty good, when suddenly it just came to me, this scene, from what would ultimately be the first chapter of A Game of Thrones. It’s from Bran’s viewpoint; they see a man beheaded and they find some direwolf pups in the snow. It just came to me so strongly and vividly that I knew I had to write it. I sat down to write, and in, like, three days it just came right out of me, almost in the form you’ve read.”- Rollingstone, 2014

The Starks sparked the idea, and are at the very root of the story, but not the entire story. This also emphasizes that this book is not just about a bastard and dragon. +Bran is important, though the show fails to portray this.


“You have to remember that I started writing this story in 1991 and I first met David and Dan in 2007. I was living with these characters and this world for 16 years before we even started working on the show. They’re pretty fixed in my mind and I’m not going to change anything because of the show, or reaction to the show, or what fans think. I’m just still writing the story that I set out to write in the early 1990s.- Time Magazine, 2017

Self-explanatory.


I think there are two types of writers, the architects and the gardeners. The architects plan everything ahead of time, like an architect building a house. They know how many rooms are going to be in the house, what kind of roof they’re going to have, where the wires are going to run, what kind of plumbing there’s going to be. They have the whole thing designed and blueprinted out before they even nail the first board up.”

The gardeners dig a hole, drop in a seed and water it,“ he told the Guardian. "They kind of know what seed it is, they know if [they] planted a fantasy seed or mystery seed or whatever. But as the plant comes up and they water it, they don’t know how many branches it’s going to have, they find out as it grows.-2011, The Guardian

“In the case of any of my novels, I know where I’m starting from, I know where I want to end up, more or less,” he said. “I know some of the big turning points along the way, the stuff I’m building for, but you discover an awful lot along the way. Characters rise up and seem more important, and you get to what you’d thought was going to be a big turning point and… the thing you’d thought about two years ago doesn’t really work as well, so you have a better idea! There’s always that process of discovery for me. I know not all writers work that way, but it’s always been the way I work.” -Time Magazine, 2017

Putting these quotes together because they’re implying similar things. 

George has a view of where he’s going but that doesn’t mean things can’t be reimagined. For an example, George’s original outline is almost completely different from the books we have now, but a few parts of the outline are still there, but taking shape in different characters.


I did consider in the very early stages not having the dragons in there. I wanted the Targaryen’s symbol to be the dragons, but I did play with the notion that maybe it was like a psionic power, that it was pyrokinesis — that they could conjure up flames with their minds. I went back and forth. My friend and fellow fantasy writer Phyllis Eisenstein actually was the one who convinced me to put the dragons in, and I dedicated the third book to her. And I think it was the right call.” -2017 Meduza


“In some senses, Theon is struggling all the way through to be a hero. They both come out of the same situation: they’re both raised in Winterfell by Eddard Stark, but they’re not part of the real, core family. Theon is a ward, and Jon Snow is a bastard son. So they’re both a little outside, but Jon handles this successfully, and Theon fails to handle this. He is poisoned by his own envy and his sense of not belonging.” -2017 Meduza

This quote brings the Season 7 scene with Jon and Theon to mind. Theon tells Jon that he always made the right decision, while Theon made the wrong decisions (choosing the Greyjoys over the Stark family that raised him). Jon will make the right decision.


“So many readers were reading the books with so much attention that they were throwing up some theories, and while some of those theories were amusing bulls— and creative, some of the theories are right. At least one or two readers had put together the extremely subtle and obscure clues that I’d planted in the books and came to the right solution." -The Telegraph, 2014

Extremely Subtle and obscure hints; George’s bittersweet ending will not be predictable. Only a few people have figured out the ending. If your predicted ending involves ultimate good (humans) vs ultimate evil (others), you already lost.

Angst/Fluff Prompt List Part 2

The first one was a big hit, so I hope you’re ready for a second one! These can work with ANY fandom! Reblog if you wish! (Please give credit, to where credit is due <3)!


  1. “I need you.”
  2. “You’re family.”
  3. “I care about you.”
  4. “Can I join you.”
  5. “You made your choice.”
  6. “This isn’t fair!”
  7. “How could you do this?”
  8. “Do you hate me?”
  9. “I could never leave you behind.”
  10. “Come with me.”
  11. “That’s sweet.”
  12. “You look great.”
  13. “Where are you going?”
  14. “That’s new.”
  15. “Let me help you.”
  16. “Drop the attitude.”
  17. “Are you okay?”
  18. “I’ve got you.”
  19. “I’m worried about you.”
  20. “You don’t seem like yourself tonight.”
  21. “Do you like it?”
  22. “You smell nice.”
  23. “They didn’t deserve you.”
  24. “I trust you, do you trust me?”
  25. “Karma is a bitch.”
  26. “What the hell?”
  27. “Son of a bitch.”
  28. “I hope your day gets better.”
  29. “I’m here if you need to talk.”
  30. “Are you listening to me?”
  31. “Sorry.”
  32. “Why are you doing this?”
  33. “Why are you acting like this?”
  34. “How do I look?”
  35. “Damned if I do, damned if I don’t.”
  36. “What is this about?”
  37. “You look like hell.”
  38. “I haven’t seen you in a few days.”
  39. “It’s good to see you.”
  40. “You know, you can stay if you want to.”
  41. “I’m not pissed, I’m hurt.”
  42. “Truth hurts, doesn’t it?”
  43. “I almost feel bad for you.”
  44. “What you did was stupid.”
  45. “No.  You listen to me.”
  46. “It doesn’t matter.”
  47. “I know you’re scared.”
  48. “You’re a terrible liar.”
  49. “You’re not helping.”
  50. “It’s not safe here.”
  51. “You should leave.”
  52. “Everything is fine.”
  53. “I’ll keep you safe.”
  54. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”
  55. “Just go away.”
  56. “You don’t have to act like you’re okay.”
  57. “I’m only here to help.”
  58. “Don’t mind if I do.”
  59. “Don’t you think you’ve done enough?”
  60. “Thanks for nothing.”
  61. “I’m done.”
  62. “You think that this is easy for me?”
  63. “I hate seeing you like this.”
  64. “You make me so mad.”
  65. “I brought you dinner.”
  66. “Say what?”
  67. “You’ll be fine.”
  68. “You’ve got me on your side.”
  69. “I don’t like you…. I love you.”
  70. “I don’t want you… I need you.”
  71. “What are you doing here?”
  72. “It’s okay to cry.”
  73. “I can tell you’re lying.”
  74. “You’re in danger.”
  75. “You deserve better.”
  76. “You’ve changed.”
  77. “I think I’m in trouble.”
  78. “You always find a way to surprise me.”
  79. “You did what you had to do.”
  80. “You have no idea.”
  81. “Why am I not surprised?”
  82. “This is just great.”
  83. “You’re here late.”
  84. “What’s on your mind?”
  85. “I wanted to apologize.”
  86. “It’s just you and me.”
  87. “I’m just looking out for you.”
  88. “I never meant to fall in love with you, I just did.”
  89. “Calm down.”
  90. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
  91. “Oh come on.”
  92. “No one is perfect.”
  93. “You’ve been quiet.”
  94. “What did you just say?”
  95. “I’ll always be there for you.”
  96. “Fair enough.”
  97. “When you fall, I’ll always be right there to catch you.”
  98. “I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”
  99. “You’re not crazy.”
  100. “I’m not leaving.”
  101. “I hope you’re happy.”
  102. “You’re the only person I wanted to be with tonight.”
  103. “Don’t worry about it.”
  104. “I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
  105. “You’re not going anywhere.”
  106. “You believe me, don’t you?”
  107. “Regardless of what they think, I know you’re an amazing person.”
  108. “Shhh…  You need to be quiet.”
  109. “Fuck you!”
  110. “You don’t even know me.”
#couch #laughter #snitch

Prompts: @hedwig4evr (lucky number one! <3)
Author: @queenofthyme

Draco walked into the eighth year common room with his head downcast as always. He spoke to no-one. No-one spoke to him. 

He was making a beeline for his favourite armchair right by the fire - it was always empty, everyone knew it was his - when he heard it. Laughter. 

He knew exactly whose laughter and exactly where from. There was no need to look up. But as always, he did.

Harry Potter and his friends, Weasley and Granger, were in their usual spots on the widest, comfiest couch in the room, tucked into a corner by the dormitory stairs. They were all laughing, Potter the loudest of all, while taking turns to grab at the golden snitch zooming above their heads. 

Potter had beaten Draco in the Gryffindor vs Slytherin Quidditch match in the morning. Again. Draco had been training constantly - it’s not like he had much else to do, or anyone else to hang out with - and yet he had still been defeated. It was disheartening. He wondered whether he should just give up on Quidditch. Maybe on Hogwarts too. It’s not like anyone wanted him here.

He was still staring when Potter looked up, his eyes falling on Draco’s. Draco quickly turned his head - making it more obvious he’d been staring - and continued on towards his chair. It was no couch, but it would do.

“Malfoy!” Potter’s voice called out behind him. 

Draco hesitated before turning back. He didn’t want to look too eager. Potter probably just wanted to gloat about the match. 

But when he finally did turn to Potter, the git was already laughing again with his friends again, paying no mind to Draco. 

Draco stomped over, feeling very much like a dog called by his owner. He didn’t like it. He crossed his arms and stared down at the three Gryffindors. 

Potter stood up, the snitch following his movements. He held out a hand. Draco stared at it. 

“Good game, ” Potter said.

Weasley and Granger had stopped laughing. Everything was silent. Draco kept staring at Potter’s hand. It was shaking a little. 

Just when Potter looked like he was about to drop his hand, Draco shot out his own and caught it in a firm shake. Potter’s hand was clammy. 

Potter smiled, as broad as his face. “You flew brilliantly today. It made me nervous.”

“You always fly well,” Malfoy said in return. It came out sounding forced but he meant it. 

“Thanks.” Potter, unlike Draco, had no problem sounding genuine. 

They stood there silently for no longer than a beat but it seemed a very slow, awkward one. Draco nodded politely and moved to walk away. 

“Wait,” Potter called out, louder than required. 

Draco paused. “Yes?”

Another silence. Draco supposed the laughter would start up again as soon he left. His presence seemed to bring everything down. 

As there didn’t seem to any further words coming out of Potter’s mouth, Draco was left to stand there awkwardly. His eyes were drawn to the golden snitch fluttering by Potter’s ear. It was hardly moving now. He could easily reach out and take it. 

So he did. Or at least he tried. The snitch seemed to know he was coming and zoomed to the side at the last millisecond. Draco tried again, the snitch few away. Frustrated, he reached out with both hands, but only continue to grasp air. 

He heard Weasley snigger. His face reddened. He looked like an idiot now. His only saving grace was to actually catch the damn snitch. So he tried again. Nothing. 

Granger was soon laughing too and Draco grew angry. He didn’t like being made the fool. Especially not by the perfect golden trio. 

One last time, he told himself. But once again, his hands closed over nothing, the wings of the snitch just grazing his fingers, always out of reach. 

That’s when the sound hit him: Potter’s laughter. Except this time he was right here with him and not only that, Draco was causing it. And it didn’t sound cruel, or mocking. It didn’t sound like Potter was laughing at him at all. No, it was bubbly and bright and basically what Draco imagined sunshine to sound like. 

Draco dropped his gaze to take in Potter’s face. It really was a sight when he laughed - full and joyful and pure. Draco never wanted to look away. 

His anger had faded, almost as soon as Potter had started laughing, but now Draco’s face was red for another reason entirely. He needed to stop looking at Potter immediately. But he couldn’t. 

When Potter stopped laughing, he seemed to finally find his words from earlier. “You should sit with us.”

Draco blinked. Sit at Potter’s couch? With Granger and Weasley? Surely that’s not what he meant. 

Weasley seemed to have the same though because he blurted out, “What?”

Granger shushed him. 

Draco just stared at Potter. He had no idea how to respond to such a suggestion. He wanted to ask why but the words never came out. Potter seemed to understand regardless.

He leaned in to Draco, close enough that Draco could smell his shampoo, and whispered: “I think you need a laugh.”

Draco agreed.

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maybe it was my father’s words that spidered their way inside of my mouth. all i know is i worry sometimes about the stuff i spit out. when i ask for help i feel guilty, weak, a vulnerability that shames me. when people help i feel i am manipulative, cruel, that even my closest friends secretly hate me. where did this come from, i wonder. was it that wanting things was a poison, an opening in my household, that all i cared about was constantly held above my head, threatening to come down? is it because the few times i worked up the courage to admit i was in trouble, i was reminded that trouble multiplies?

i’m sorry. i know you want to help me. it just feels wrong. like one day you’ll turn around and this will all have been a joke. like i’ll get used to leaning and just when i relax you’ll pull the rug from underneath me. sorry. thank you for offering.

so i pretend like it doesn’t hurt
i pretend like i’m okay without you
what i haven’t told you is that i can’t delete our pictures, i can’t get your smile out of my head, i can’t think of you without losing my breath and i can’t listen to frank ocean without wondering if you’re listening to him too
do you think about me?
was it easy to let all of it go?
everyone has a choice and my choice was you
i don’t know how to let everything go the way that you did
i wanted to melt with you
i wanted to run away without ever leaving our homes with you
i wanted to come home after a long day and feel like i had everything because i had you
i waited three years to be the girl you kissed goodnight
three years to be the girl you never stopped thinking about
while you took 3 weeks to let me go
—  excuse me while i wait another three years to forget you
If you think you can save Saeran, you’re wrong.

Wow

Ray and MC’s relationship exactly parallels V and Rika’s and it sucks because it means that there is absolutely no way to save Ray 

The Unknown persona is exactly what Rika describes, having a devil inside you. Unknown is Ray’s devil.

If you end up getting Ray’s route, you don’t see the devil in him, so you don’t fall in love with it, even though you would probably end up saying you would (Ray is so reliant on you, how the hell you gonna say you wouldn’t?) but that literally means that eventually, Ray is going to think the same way Rika did. He’ll feel abandoned and hurt, and his devil will come out. 

It also gives you an idea of how much pain Rika is in. If you consider Ray being her metaphor, then when he describes his headaches, that is how she feels when she has on her nice persona. She was actually in pain trying to be who she was before. It’s only when she lets her devil free that she is also free from pain, the same going for Ray 

And if you try to save Ray, just as V did, you’ll end up being hurt. Only, Unknown is violent, rather than malicious. Other than hurting V’s eyes, which was violent yes, but it was a metaphorical violence. She wasn’t hurting him because she gained satisfaction, it was his compliance that fueled her, Rika doesn’t show any violence. Unknown is violent though, and threatens bodily harm. If you and Ray got together, and you tried to ‘take away his devil’ Unknown would end up physically hurting you. Which would KILL Ray inside. Rika’s light has probably been withering in agony at what she’s been doing. 

Ray is the more literal idea of what Rika is, and it’s sad because it promises that Ray and MC cannot be together, at this point anyways. The game insists Rika is beyond repair, therefore so would Ray. And you can’t justify that it’s the medicine. What Ray is showing is literally Multiple Personality Disorder. I don’t know if that can be caused by drugs, but it sure as hell can be caused by trauma, and it can be treated, but it will never go away. Ray had probably had it his whole life. Chertiz doesn’t do a good job at accurately describing (Or using, for that matter) mental illness, but in Ray’s case, I can accept it because it was used as a literary device, rather that a plot point, which actually makes me kind of love it. I don’t like the Rika is mentally ill excuse because that isn’t how mental illness should be showcased, but with Ray, it’s used in a way to get a point across. 

And that point is, MC and Ray can never be happy together. 

Now, one might argue that, in the Deep Route secret ending, Saeran DOES start to get better. But that is a result of Seven, not MC. MC cannot save Saeran, only Saeyoung can, because that is what he needs. Also, in the deep route, Ray is already expelled from Saeran, or he never existed at all. Saeran shows a bit of MPD in deep route, but not as distinct and separated as in V’s route. Which means that Ray had probably been expelled from Saeran at some point, and Unknown had been in charge almost all of the time. Which is why it’s much easier for Saeyoung to get under his skin and eventually help him, because Unknown is stronger and cockier, but just as he made a mistake with his hacking and allowed Seven in, he probably made a ‘mistake’ in deep route and let seven in. 

The only thing going for the idea that MC could save Ray is how reliant he seems to be on her. Even when she chooses V, and even when Unknown comes out, he still relies on her to make him feel better, still wants her around. The only way I can see it working is if Saeran is forced into getting better, just as he was in deep route, but he and MC had already established some sort of bond, like in V’s route. He may still want her to ‘save him from the pain’, but even then, he may reject her care the same way he did to seven, thinking she betrayed him. 

Sorry this got long but I love Saeran a lot and it makes me sad that there is just no way to save him. 

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A look

Jimin asks you to be his fake girlfriend pt.2

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Originally posted by chimcheroo

After he had picked me up from my home, we drove to our favourite cafe and took our favourite spot near the back of the building. He told me I looked pretty today, something he would always tell me, but today it felt different. As if he poured his heart and soul into telling me those four words. I excused myself to use the restroom shortly after arriving and as I returned I noticed from afar, the way he smiled staring at his phone. Did I want to go through with this plan of his, just to hear the words he said he was going to tell me today? They say curiosity kills the cat, and here I am standing here waiting to pretend to be my best friend’s fake girlfriend. I didn’t mind so much, on the pure fact that Jimin’s ex wasn’t the nicest - but still he fell for her over and over again and gave her one too many chances, only to have her break his heart all over again. But this time, at least he’s taking the initiative and taking control of the situation this time and not letting her back in to ruin his life. 

But what was it, what was so intriguing about the way he dodged my question to get me to agree and act as if I wanted to kiss him willingly? Don’t get me wrong, Jimin has always been an amazing guy; he’s my best friend and there had been multiple occasions where I’ve wanted to grab his cheeks and kiss him, and when we were younger we had kissed before, but as time passed and the whole ordeal with his ex girlfriend, those feelings seem to have faded. Every time I told him that she was no good, he would cry and tell me that she made a mistake again, and that he feels bad because she’s crying over him. So he would take her back. What made him change his mind this time? Not that it’s not a good thing of course, but there must be a strong desire from him to make him not care about that crying bitch. 

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In the mound.

For years, we had listened to my grandfather. Do not go near the mound. Put milk and bread out every night. Wear the bits of iron around our necks. Safety. That’s what he said it was all for. And of course, we believed him.

When I was ten, my cousin visited. He was from the city, and he laughed when we put out the milk and bread. So we did it for him, in his name. Grandpa would have been proud. We hid iron in my cousins shoes, with a sprig of holly from by the front porch under the left sole so he could never lose his way coming home. We tried so hard.

But then he pushed my sister, called us mean names. He said he wanted the mound people to come. He was 12, he didn’t believe they were strong enough to do anything, he could beat them up. We tried to apologize. We put sugar on the bread to sweeten their minds. They didn’t care.

Our milk was curdled, rotten and stinking in the morning. The bread was black and hard, and my grandfather said the cows wouldn’t milk and all the chickens eggs had had their inners sucked clean. He asked us if we had remembered to do what was right, and we told him that we had. We didn’t tell him what our cousin had done. We didn’t want to get in trouble for letting him say it.

The next morning our cousin was gone. His room was covered with little handprints, little feet on the walls and windowsill. At the bottom of the window was some footprints, but they were much bigger. My grandfather muttered about the leipreachán, the brownies, the pixies. He never named the mound folk, but he knew. We all knew that they had taken my cousin.

My grandfather went to the mound later that day. He cut a lock of my sister and mines hair, braiding it round a sprig of holly. He carried an ash staff and an iron knife, old country iron and bronze at his wrists and throat. He took gifts, because you never went to the mound without them.

He was gone for three weeks.

Grandma fed us, always saying he would come home. And he did, with something that he said was my cousin. The were both dirty and bruised, and my grandfather had aged. My cousin said he had snuck out and been lost in the woods, and had been found by our grandfather by the river. He still swears the mound folk aren’t real.

But his eyes are green instead of blue. And at night, he sits on our windowsill and eats bread and milk, singing soft songs while he winks at us, asking us to take off our iron.

A cat person - Sirius Black x Reader

Request: DAMN I LOVE YOUR WRITINGS! Can I request a Sirius x reader where he finds her as animagus (cat) and become super close and always tries to take her to his room and class and everywhere but like.. she can’t and one day decides to tell him?❤️❤️ 

Yayyy!
Warnings: Um, I don’t really know. My English, not that great?
Image and Gif aren’t mine. Credits to their original owners.
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You had finally achieved the transformation.

You had tried for months, followed every step. Of course, nobody knew. You, however,  had guessed that McGonagall was an exception.
You had to keep a leaf of a Mandrake in your mouth for an entire month and you could honestly say that it sucked. You weren’t able to speak or eat properly and even the last person that you talked to was worried that something was wrong. Lily had even insisted for you to visit Madam Pomfrey. But you managed to escape that. She would know instantly.
Another bummer was that you couldn’t choose your animagus form. If you could, you would very much like to be a lion or a tiger or even a cat. You knew that your form would represent your personality and you liked to think that you, just like a cat, can show all the affection in the world if someone had earned it but was independent and very well self-sufficient. And it was cute.
You had read that your animagus form and your Patronus could be the same. There was an exception, though. Your Patronus could change- so it would represent the soul of your significant other. You didn’t know your Patronus yet but you were quite positive that it would reveal your long-time crush on a certain raven-haired, gray-eyed boy. The crush was formed the very moment you laid eyes on him. But you were not that great when it came to actions. You just sat back while he slept with everyone. Literally everyone. But you didn’t do anything. What could you do anyways?
 So, here you were. Your first transformation.
You felt dizzy-like you had been drinking for a while. Kind of light headed. You looked down. Paws? Small paws? You wanted to squeal in happiness and excitement but all you managed to do was meow.
“Aren’t you adorable?”. Wait. What? You stopped walking because two strong hands picked you up, gently. You wanted to tell them to put you back down that instant but again, you just meowed.
He laughed. Oh, no. You knew that sound. You knew that laugh. Just your luck.
“Fiesty. But adorable” he continued, slightly petting your head, his slender fingers going through your fur. You purred before you could stop yourself. You must have been tiny for him to carry you in his palms.
“How did you end up here, alone?” he asked you and you felt the urge to facepalm. You moved your paws in a way that revealed your annoyance. He smiled and you felt yourself melting under his touch. But why was he outside that late?
“You need a name, don’t you?” he said softly. Not that you didn’t like him being there or that you were complaining. You leaned your head to his fingers. That was all it took. His smile dropped.
“Care to listen?” he simply asked you, his voice strained of happiness. You meowed. He remained still for a moment. You nudged him with your head.
“I have to be in my dorm and you are coming with me”. Was he insane? He was talking to a cat. Did he expect an answer? He chuckled.

His friends were fast asleep and you felt really bad for him. He truly needed someone to listen. He plopped down onto his bed, softly placing you onto his lap. You nuzzled him and purred, rubbing your head against his stomach. He was petting you like it was calming him down.
“Alright, tiger. Here is the deal…”Tiger? Really, tiger? He started telling you about his life and his family and even you wouldn’t call those people family; how he was treated and how he reacted. Eventually, he admitted that he wasn’t carefree and that it hurt him when he was disowned because after all, he was their son, their blood and you saw how hard it was for him. He tried to play it off but you just gave him a sympathetic look and bit his fingers playfully. What did I just do?
You spent all night with him-in your animagus form, of course. At some point he fell asleep, his hands still petting you. You felt torn. You wanted to stay but you had to -
To hell with it.
You carefully moved near his head, curled up in a furry ball and fell asleep. You wanted to show him that someone did care.


That had been going on about a month now. You were staying all night with him and once he got out of the room for breakfast you’d run like hellfire was coming your way. Just to make it in time. The last couple of days though, he had tried to carry you to class with him. Something that was impossible. You would miss the class and all of the professors would know that you were an illegal animagus. Neither were things you were looking forward to.
He, however, had managed to do it yesterday.

You were extremely uncomfortable. You hadn’t managed to stop him from carrying you to McGonagall’s class.Out of all of your professors, it had to be the other cat animagus. You knew she knew the moment she saw you. She smiled to herself.
“Mr. Black what on earth are you carrying?” she questioned him but her voice wasn’t stiff. She actually enjoyed it.
“My cat. Meet Tiger. Tiger, meet Minnie” he proudly introduced you. You were thankful that animals don’t blush.
“Your..cat?” she raised an eyebrow in question. Sirius grinned like a mad man.
“I adopted her” he answered, thinking that Minnie would be proud. And she was. But for a different reason. She just gave him a pointed look and walked away.
“I am not sure you want that kind of relationship with her” she whispered under her breath but you heard it.

You walked into his room. A cat. A cat walked into his room. You had to remind yourself a couple of times that all he ever saw was a cat.
You had learned that he was an animagus too- a black dog, which was the biggest irony in the world- as well as Remus’ secret. Not that you didn’t suspect it earlier. His words came as a confirmation.
He was already inside, looking kind of mad.
“You sneaky little Tiger” he said in a mocking way, pointing you-the cat. You furrowed your eyebrows, wait-not yours per say. You waltzed all the way to him, jumped on his bed and made yourself comfortable on his lap. You gave him a puzzled look or at least that was what you were aiming for. You meowed in protest when he removed you from his lap and almost scratched him.
“You haven’t let me impress her! She is never around when you are. Let me take you to her. PLEASE” he exclaimed with a funny look on his face. Oh, no. He wanted to use you to impress a girl?
You abruptly yet gracefully landed on the floor, making your way out. You really wanted to be alone for a second.
“Wait. No! Don’t go, Tiger” he said and a moment later you found yourself halting. He sounded… broken.
“She is never gonna like me. I mean-ugh!”. You weren’t sure if you should scream because ‘she’ wasn’t you or because he was hurt. But you did value his happiness a bit more than yours, so when he picked you up and petted you, you let him.
“Sure-most girls just throw themselves at me but she is not like that. She is this angelic-like creature; she is radiating. The sun doesn’t stand a chance. Her smile… oh, Tiger… her smile” he trailed off. He had that stupid grin on his face.        He looked cute. You would never have guessed that he could fall so much in love. She was one of the luckiest people on earth to have him swept off his feet- and she didn’t even know. He caressed your small head with affection. Something that you could only gain while in this form.
“I wish I could ask her on a date. Even her name is perfect. Have you ever heard a name so… Y/N. I mean it’s flowing like water- Tiger? Tiger!?”. You had lost your balance and fell down to the floor. Then, before you could think what had just happened, three idiots walked in.
“Still in love with Tiger?” James teased him but petted you while giving you a sweet smile. You, however, could only think of his previous words. Did he really say your name? Like you were that ‘she’?
“No, Prongs. That’s Y/N” Peter said, laughing and you knew that if you weren’t already on the floor you would have fallen.
“Man up and ask her out, Pads” Remus advised him. Bless your soul, Moony!
You run out of their room and made a beeline to yours. You could really use a moment.
 Once you were safely inside your dorm, you changed back to your human self! Finally.
You decided to skip tonight’s meeting and actually leave him a bit alone.
He actually liked you. He liked you. You kept repeating that to yourself but it didn’t seem any less impressive. You thought that you must have done something really good to deserve it.

 You were sitting in the Great Hall, eating breakfast and cheerfully participating in the conversation that your friends had started. Something about boys. Oh, you thought about boys, alright. One in particular.
 You noticed the group walking in and sitting down next to you. James, of course, sat next to his Lily-flower. You chuckled.
 You could tell that he was staring at you and you felt your heart skip several beats. With all the courage you had muster to find for a second, you turned towards him, smiled brightly. He was taken aback. Your smile only grew bigger.
“Good morning Sirius” you said kindly and very amused.
“H-Hi!” he stuttered out. You held back the urge to chuckle. The great Sirius Black. Everyone’s attention was on you.
“I would love to go out with you” you said nonchalantly while you poured some milk into your coffee. You could hear the gasps coming from everyone. Literally everyone. You looked at him like nothing had happened. He was choking on his breath.
“How- Wha-Uh?” he breathed out completely bewildered.
“A little cat told me” you said, sending him a wink. His eyes almost popped out. You laughed. He was so dense.
“You’re an animagus!” he whispered-yelled, causing you to shush him.
“What can I say.? For a dog, you are quite the cat person” you mocked him, continuing your breakfast, but not before you reached and pecked his cheek.
Little did you know, he was left breathless, bright red and smiling like he had won the lottery. Because in his mind, he had.

Adorable Jerks + Bonus Chat

Pairing: Sam x f!Reader

Request:

Could you do a Sam x reader where the reader and sam just constantly tease bucky and Scott (maybe with the use of memes)


Sam has created a chatroom.

Sam has added Y/N, Bucky, Scott.

Scott: Hi! :) How are you two?

Bucky: what is this

Bucky: what do you two want

You: HE PROTEC

You:

Sam: BUT HE ALSO ATTAC

Sam:

Bucky: S T O P

Scott: I have one question, that really needs to be answered: How did you get pictures of those events?

You: A tech genius never reveals the fairly obvious answer.

Sam:

Sam: when you see an insect

You:

You: when the insect sees you

Bucky: You think you’re so funny :(

Bucky: Well you are but whatever :(

You: thank you snape? ◔̯◔

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Mr. Yagi

Cowritten by @aoimikans


Ai worked front desk on the top floor of Might Tower with Hikari for nearly seven years. There were three staples of her usual day: a rabid group of ever-changing media personnel, All Might’s rooftop entrances and disappearances behind the Might Gate , and Mr. Toshinori Yagi.

Mr. Yagi was hired after All Might’s vacation following his fight with Toxic Chainsaw. It was rumored Yagi was replacing Sir Nighteye. His uncanny knowledge of every coworker - their birthdays, their favorite foods, the names of their pets - seemed to point to a similar quirk.  

The notion was quickly dashed due to Mr. Yagi’s poor health and his own round-about admission that he was Quirkless.

Regardless, the man was a fast friend to everyone in Might Tower.

“Good evening, Ai, Hikari,” Yagi greeted, exiting from his usual staff door. He carried a wide box, and he set it on the front desk with a grin, “Happy International Doughnut Day!”  

“Again Mr. Yagi?” Hikari said, giggling, “That’s the third obscure holiday this month!”

“Well, there’s plenty to celebrate,” Yagi chuckled, opening the box and offering the sweets inside, “Besides, you all work so hard. Might as well have fun every now and then.”

Yagi wheezed a laugh at his own joke and coughed, quickly reaching into his breast pocket for his handkerchief.  

Ai smiled fondly and nudged a box of tissues his way, “Thank you Mr. Yagi - oh! Is that a s’mores doughnut? Don’t mind if I do.”

Yagi grinned behind his handkerchief and took a few tissues, wiping his mouth and chin.

“Good choice,” he rasped.

Breaking News in Musutafu!

Yagi jolted, twisting to look at the large television screen on the lobby wall.

“Off to alert All Might?” Hikari grinned knowingly, munching on her own butterscotch doughnut.

“You know him,” He laughed, shaking his head and edging toward the Staff door, “No room for personal time.”

A giant villain is making an unwelcome splash at Ushimitsudoki Aquarium and Water Park.”

“No rest for the weary,” Ai said.

“Don’t I know it!” Yagi rushed to the door, pulling on his tie, “Keep the doughnuts!”

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After All This Time

Summary: Sharing a sleeping bag with Shawn because Mother Nature isn’t too friendly.

A/N: This took me so long to finish for some odd reason, but it’s super cute. Feedback would be amazinggg:)

(not my gif)

Originally posted by infiniteforests


It was so cold. The kind of cold where no amount of layers could help and the more you thought about it, the more you could feel the goosebumps that covered every inch of your body, but there was nothing else that you could do. Clothes clung to you from head to toe and the fire out in the pit was long gone, leaving you in the dark.

Sure, you could have turned on a lantern, but Shawn was right next to you, thanks to Brian’s sneaky matchmaking skills, and waking him up seemed like a crime in your eyes.

You didn’t have the slightest idea of how he was able to even sleep, but you weren’t complaining. The awkward tension that would have filled the air if he was awake was enough to make you want to dig yourself a hole to hide in. His body laying right next to yours was already making you jittery enough.

The last time you had seen him like this was underneath the make shift fort that the both of you had built in the middle of your living room, but that was in fifth grade. He was still sporting braces and that stupid haircut that all the boys had at the time. You didn’t know what was going through your little eleven year old’s mind, but here you were, in the same position several years later.

But the braces were long gone and the hair was now left alone in curls, effortlessly resembling something like a goddamn Disney prince, but the feelings you had remained the same. It always had and you definitely don’t see it changing anytime soon when he looks like that now. He had gotten taller and it was obvious that his time at the gym had been paying off well with his broad shoulders and thick arms. He looked so different, yet still the same.

It didn’t matter how many blind dates Megan had tried to set you up on or how many people you saw from time to time that could have been something that never was. You couldn’t bare to give it a shot because Shawn was always your first and you didn’t even know if your feelings went both ways. It was pitiful really.

Your eyes eventually started to feel heavier and you could feel yourself finally becoming drowsy until you felt a nudge on your leg. Figuring it was just Shawn moving around in his sleep again, you ignored it, but then you felt it once more. It was more direct, making your eyes snap back open.

Immediately, you could distinguish the warm brown of Shawn’s eyes looking around, scanning the surroundings.

“Hey,” he had whispered while reaching over to turn on the lantern above your head, filling the tent with a yellow glow. “Are you cold?” Concern was laced into his voice.

“N-no,” you said too quickly for it to be true. What kind of person wouldn’t be freezing?

He repositioned himself so his head was on top of his elbow, giving you a smug smile. “Are you sure? Because I’ve been feeling you shivering all night.”

There was a short pause. “Okay…maybe a little.”

Shawn’s smile never left his face as he licked his lips, making your head go crazy. If the next three nights were going to be like this, you didn’t know how you were going to keep yourself under control and it was all Brian’s fault. He was probably feeling content with himself, putting you and Shawn in the same tent, and you just wanted to murder him in his sleep for it.

You were too distracted to even notice that Shawn had undone the zipper of your sleeping bag until you felt your body become colder. “W-what are you doing?” you seethed, rubbing your arms. Instead of replying, Shawn un-zipped his as well and scooted back to put more room between you guys.

He then invitingly lifted the top cover before saying, “C’mere.”

“What?” The shock had slapped you across the face. That was the last thing you thought he was going to say.

“Come share my sleeping bag with me. I don’t want you getting sick,” Shawn said with worried eyes. You were about to open your mouth to say some kind of lame excuse, but you couldn’t bring yourself to say the words. You really did want to and he seemed to feel the same way. Well, you hoped at least.

So here you were: slipping into the same sleeping bag as your best friend while trying not to make a fool out of yourself.

The warmth that seemed to radiate off of him immediately enveloped you, causing a hum of content to come out of your lips as you closed your eyes. You heard the closing of the zipper, encasing the both of you, and the little chuckle that came out of the insanely cute boy next to you, and that’s when it clicked.

The space between you and Shawn was barely even there. Not even a sheet of paper could slide its way in between you two. You didn’t know how you had even managed to fit in with his huge body, but that was the last thing on your mind.

All you really focused on was the sound of the wind hitting the tent, but you weren’t freezing cold anymore and it felt better than you thought it would, making you smile as you opened your eyes.

Shawn was already looking at you, his face emotionless. A twinge of panic flared up inside of you and you couldn’t help but feel like a burden the longer you laid there next to him, but then you felt it.

His hand was slowly making its way up your body, squeezing your waist, until it appeared above the blanket, stopping at your neck. He gently cupped it, running his thumb along your jaw. The both of you didn’t tear your eyes away from each other, even when you had started to lean in, but stopped right before your lips could touch. The both of you were starting to breathe more heavily.

You moved your own hand as well, mimicking his movements, but you kept going so your fingers snaked through his hair. It was softer than you had imagined, making your lips part just a smidge in delight as you felt him pull you closer to him as if being squished inside a sleeping bag wasn’t enough.

“Your heart is beating really fast,” he whispered.

“And I wonder whose fault that is,” you smiled, greatly surprised with your sudden kick of courage in your veins as you leaned in to close the inch of space between your lips.

As much as you’d hate to admit it, you had spent lots of time imagining how kissing Shawn would feel, but the real deal could never compare. Everything that you had dreamed of; from the way his plump lips would fit with yours and the way he held your body against his felt ten times more intense now that it was actually happening outside of your head. You might as well have died and risen to heaven when you had slowly pulled away, too scared that you were just having an unbelievably realistic dream.

Shawn placed a chaste kiss under your jaw. “Thank God I asked Brian to put us together,” he had mused, not even aware of how your whole body tensed in shock.

You looked down at him, not believing his words. “Wait, this was all you?” He was the nervous one now as he suddenly looked everywhere but your eyes.

He sheepishly shook his head into your neck, trying to hide his blushing cheeks. “Yeah, I was—uh—too nervous to ask you. And I know that it sounds stupid because we’re best friends and all, but I couldn’t really think straight when—”

“God, you’re so fucking cute,” you had interrupted. A grin grew onto your face while you raised your hand to run it through his curls again.

Shawn then lifted his head, smiling as wildly as you were before leaning down to pull you into another sweet kiss.

“So are you.”

Coming Out

 Eddie had known there was something that was different about him ever since the day that Beverly had sunbathed in front of them, clad in her underwear. And what popped into his mind, as he stared was ‘I wonder what we’re having for dinner tonight?’ As he looked around at his friends, it occurred to him that they we’rent thinking the same thing. No, their batting eyes, sharp intakes of breath, and parted mouths told otherwise. So Eddie tried to keep staring, just to make sure he hadn’t missed something. But Beverly started to turn her head and his time was up. He was immediately flustered and snapped his head back around like he was burned. 

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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.