Where’s the girl that’s down for spontaneous road trips? Adventuring through life instead of just waiting for it to happen?
I want to come home on Friday evening and just decide to pack the car and find a place to visit. Stay in a shitty motel if we don’t really have the money or sleep in the car, I don’t care.
I want sunrises sitting together, wrapped in blankets and drinking cheap coffee from whatever gas station we passed. I want driving around and walking and exploring, not only the planet but each other. Sunsets spent giggling and talking and singing horrible songs.
I just want spontaneity and adventure and the feeling you get when the sun is warming you from the inside out.
“Y/N we’re gonna have to get a motel, I’ve checked online and the highways gridlocked for miles. Huge accident.”
“What if we if double back and go a different way?” You asked him, already knowing that you wouldn’t be able to drive for much longer without losing your patience.
“It’ll still take us at least three hours. It’s up to you. I can drive for a bit if you’d like?”
“No I think you’re right. There’s bound to be a motel around here somewhere. Can you call Hotch and tell him we’ll be late in tomorrow please.”
You pulled out of the fast food restaurant parking lot you’d pulled into after sitting on the freeway for the last three hours, barely moving more than an inch every few minutes. Spencer and you had been lecturing for the last two days at a colleague campus four hours away. The faculty had taken you out for a meal afterwards to say say thank you and you’d left at eight pm, meaning you should have been home by twelve at the latest. Instead, it was eleven pm at night and you’d encountered one of the biggest traffic jams you seen or read about in years. After crawling at a snails pace for three hours, you come off at the next exit to assess your options and to get food. You were tired, you wanted to sleep but you still had at least a three hour drive ahead of you both and that was in normal traffic. You spotted a sign for a motel and pulled in, seeing the parking lot was nearly full. A lot of other people on the road were perhaps having the same ideas as you were.
Spencer disconnected his call to your supervisor. “Hotch says it’s fine, the accident is all over the news. He says we can reclaim the cost of the rooms on expenses.”
You nodded and reached behind you to pull out your bag that you’d packed for the few days away, handing Spencer his, and you both exited the vehicle, heading for the reception.
“Please tell me you have two rooms free?” You greeted the woman behind the reception desk.
“Sorry darlin’. We’re down to our last one. We’ve filled up pretty quickly cos of the accident on that darn freeway.”
“Twin beds?” You asked hopefully, watching her shake her head.
“Fraid not. It’s a double. I can get you some extra bed linen in one of you wants to take the floor? Or else there’s another motel a few miles down the road.”
You couldn’t bear getting back in the car right now, you just wanted to stretch out and sleep. Turning to Reid you asked him.
“Do you mind sharing a bed?”
“If you don’t then I don’t.”
You pulled out your purse and credit card, flashing your FBI ID as the required identification and requested a receipt for expenses.
“Did you guys want any extra linen?” The receptionist asked as she slid the room key over.
“We’ll share. It’ll be fine, I’m sure.”
You and Reid found the room, pleased that the bed was a fair sized double, and you took yourself off into the bathroom; changing quickly into your sleep shorts and tank top, brushing your teeth and pulling your hair up.
“Bathrooms all yours.” You told your colleague as you plumped the pillows up and climbed into the bed, rolling onto your side, willing your brain to remember that you were sharing with someone so if you got warm, you could NOT strip off like you normally did in your sleep. Half the time you didn’t even remember doing it, you’d go to bed in pajamas and wake up naked and with your foot sticking out of the sheets in an effort to cool down. Not tonight, please… Not tonight.
Closing your eyes, you settled down into the pillows, feeling the bed creak a while later as Spencer climbed in beside you and got comfortable.
“Goodnight Y/N.” He whispered, shutting off the light.
“.. Night… ” You murmured, already half asleep.
You were warm, uncomfortably so.
And it probably had something to do with the arm that was wrapped around your waist and the long body that was pressed against your back. Spencer was asleep, little snuffles coming from his mouth.
So this was why Derek refused to share a room with him on cases. The genius was a sleep snuggler.
Glancing down, you were thankful to see that your tank top was still in place. Otherwise that could have been embarrassing. You wriggled, trying to gently nudge your colleague away but his arm wasn’t budging. Not wanting to wake him, you threw the covers back and closed your eyes again.
You woke again a few hours later… Or at least you thought you were awake.
But you couldn’t be. If you were awake you definitely wouldn’t have your colleagues hand on your chest.
You wriggled again feeling the hand start to stroke softly against the fabric of your chest. It actually felt kinda nice.
More than nice to be honest, it felt… Sensual, erotic even. As his hand caressed your body, skimming over your torso and cupping your breast, massaging it lightly, you wondered what he was dreaming about.
This was not good. Except.. Oh it was. You stretched out, pressing your back against Spencers front and feeling a hard bulge pressing against your ass.
You should totally wake him up.
In a minute, you thought as his fingers brushed over your nipple sending a jolt of pleasure through you. You juddered suddenly and you felt Spencer stir beside you, his hand stilling and his breathing changing.
He was awake.
He didn’t remove his hand but you could feel him holding his breath and trying to work out if you were awake and what he should do.
What SHOULD he continue to do exactly. You’d never been in this situation before. You stretched again, pressing your ass against him and pushing your chest out so that it pushed against the palm of his hand.
He breathed in deeply and then moved his hips forward, nudging you. You very purposely rubbed your butt up and down slowly hearing a low groan.
Alright. So you knew he was awake and he knew you were awake.
One of you needed to take charge here and make a decision.
“Either roll over and go back to sleep Spencer, or carry on what you were doing, because I’m VERY intrigued to know what you were dreaming about that was making you do that…. ” You whispered.
“ You… I was dreaming about you, Y/N.” Came his murmured response. He hand resumed it’s previous activities, groping and squeezing your breasts lightly, the tips of his fingers grazing your now very alert peaks through your top. Fuck that felt good, and you let out a little gasp to let him know.
Reaching back with your arm, you placed your hand onto his hip, rubbing it over the fabric of his bottoms.
“Dreaming about… Me?” You asked him, move your butt up and down again as he teased with his thumb and forefinger.
“Mmmmm. I still think I’m dreaming.” Spencer adjusted himself behind you and you felt a pair of soft lips on your shoulder, kissing along the skin until he reached the crook of your neck.
“Same… I don’t think we… Ugh… are though.”
Spencers lips kissing the skin just below your ear, his hand travelling higher and tugging the tank top lower, slipping a strap off your shoulder and exposing your breast. His hand was now on your bare skin, your nipple catching between two fingers as his caressed you, pressing the two fingers together occasionally and pinching your bud.
“Oh fuck… ” You arched your back at the sensation, hearing Reid sucking air through his teeth as you pushed against him.
Moving on the mattress, you leant back so that you were flush against him, hooking your leg back and over his, essentially pulling his groin as close as you could to you. You actively started to grind on him now, revelling in the feel of him hard on you, the little grunts and groans he was making, egging you on. Feeling bolder, Spencers hand starting roaming further, trailing up and down your body, slipping lower and lower with each lap.
With your leg hooked over his hip, your centre was exposed to him already and you held your breath as he let his hand skate over your thighs and drag against your shorts. His fingers felt for the waistband, pushing underneath it and ghosting over your panties.
You were desperate for the friction now and you ground your butt against him harder and more frantically. He seemed to get the picture and moved his hand between your legs, dragging his fingers over your fabric covered clit. You gasped and he did it again, the pads of his fingertips pressing harder against you as he found your bundle of nerves through your underwear.
His lips suckling at your neck, he began to rub, alternating between moving the sensitive nub from side to side and up and down, the friction of your panties adding to the sensation. You pushed against him hard, feeling him starting to grind back, humping against your ass as he played between your legs.
Your moans started to get louder and more frequent, your arm reaching up and back so that it could caress the back of his head as it was buried in your neck, Spencers gasps and groans tickling your neck as they escaped his throat.
“Fuck…. Spence… Oh shit… ”
His fingers moved faster, applying just the right about of pressure at exactly the right speed as he worked himself up and down your butt, using it get himself off.
“Oh god…” He bit down on your shoulder and growled out your name, now bucking against you, his fingers working magic on your clit, the familiar tremble in your leg starting as you dragged your lip between your teeth as you started to come, your fingers tangling in his hair as you gasped through your orgasm. He shoved hard on your ass a few more times before your felt him twitch behind you, delicious grunts coming from him as he came inside his boxers.
“Jeez….fucking hell Reid… ” You whispered minutes later, when you could finally catch your breath.
You unhooked your leg and rolled away, Spencers hand retreating from you. You shifted on to your back, turning your face to face look at him.
“Hi.” Spencer replied, rolling onto his back and tugging his pajama bottoms away from his skin. You knew he must be dying to go and clean up.
“That was an interesting way to wake up, I must say.”
“Y/N I’m so sorry… I honestly didn’t mean to start groping you.”
“Hey hey…. Do you hear me complaining? Were you really dreaming about me?”
He nodded and you grinned.
“Have you dreamt about me before?”
“Cos I’ve dreamed about you before Spencer. Just so you know…. And if you ever feel like doing that again, maybe with our clothes actually off, just let me know.” You told him.
He laughed. “Clothes off might be less messier for me… But do you think we could maybe go and see a movie or go to a restaurant before hand? Like.. Erm… A date?”
“If you’re asking me out, I’m saying yes.”
“Then I’m asking you out, Y/N.”
You smiled at each other.
“Alright. Go clean yourself up. We can still get a few hours sleep before we need to leave.”
He slid out of bed and headed to the bathroom.
“Hmmmm?” He turned to look at you.
“Is that why Morgan won’t share with you? Did you sleep grope him too.”
You laughed at the horrified expression on his face.
“I can tell you now, I have never EVER have those sorts of dreams about him.”
“Good…. Cos as much as I like Morgan, I’d hate to have THAT in common with him.”
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by mldrgrl rated: PG-13 summary: for @leiascully‘s Sharing a Bed writing prompt. Immediately follows the end of War of the Coprophages.
“You know, I never thought I’d say this to you, Scully, but you smell bad.”
“Cheer up, Mulder,” Scully said, still by his side as he turned to walk away. “There are other entomologists in the sea.”
He glanced down at her, feeling bad about cracking wise a moment ago. The whole parking lot reeked of dung, not just them. He put a hand on her shoulder, careful to stay clear of any smears of fertilizer. “Follow me back to my motel, Scully,” he said. “We can clean up and get the hell out of here.”
By some small miracle, there was a plastic bag in the back seat of Mulder’s car from a pitstop he’d made on the drive up. They both discarded their overcoats and wrapped them up to lock in his trunk. She was tempted to just shuck it and accept the loss, but he insisted his dry cleaner was a miracle worker and she’d have it back as good as new next week.
They would have to find somewhere, once they were back on the road, to wash the splatters of dung from the cars. For now, getting the literal crap off themselves was more important. By the time they made it to Mulder’s motel, however, it was apparent that neither of them were in any condition to make a long drive. The all nighter was catching up to them and between his chronic yawning and the battle she was swiftly losing to keep her eyes open, they agreed to take a rest before heading back to DC.
As someone who wants to go into the mental health field as a mentally ill person themselves...
Split is gonna be an amazing movie.
Hell my Psychological Adaptations teacher BADLY wants to take a small group of kids to go see it with her. We watched the trailer in class and kids who knew nothing about mental illness asked questions on how DID affected someone.
We’ve watched Alfred Hitchcock’s Psycho, read the book it’s based on and even watched Bates Motel. We’ve gone into the nitty gritty of what kind of trauma it takes to get to this level. And let me tell you the kids in this class LOVE breaking down why the human brain deals with trauma like this. Kids who all(except for the few mentally ill in the room) had an ableist point of view when it came to mental illness
(I stated I was bipolar during a discussion and immediately got looks but they all did ask for me to explain it more and they realized they were misinformed)
They’ve managed to understand that this is purely fiction IN LITERALLY THE EQUIVALENT OF 3 HOURS.
THE GENERAL PUBLIC UNDERSTANDS THAT THIS IS NOT AN ACCURATE PORTRAYAL.
For fucks sake my final paper is even gonna be about if Anthony Perkins(Norman Bates in Psycho)is accurately portraying the body language of someone who has DID according to the DSM-5. Mind you THE MOVIE WAS MADE IN LIKE THE 60’S.
A lot of kids are doing a creative writing piece about Normal Bates seeing a psychologist and are going to be graded on if it is a normal sensible piece.
My teacher (who has a masters in Psychology a masters in English and is working on a PHD and is also mentally ill) is so excited about this movie she’s patiently waiting for the DVD so she can base a whole class around it like she did with Psycho(and is doing Lolita in three weeks I’m so mad I don’t need more English credit after this)
Instead of yelling why this is ableist, take a moment to ask the person if they know any facts about DID. If not kindly explain that this is a work of fiction instead of yelling at them.
I never rant about anything on tumblr but I can’t stand all this “boycott” bullshit.
Edit: A vague call out by someone who blocked me immediately afterward is now a thing. Funny.
Edit 2: I have officially gotten my first “kill yourself” anon. Thank you for your compassion.
A nest of vampires nearly kicked our asses, and Dean and I were both battered and bruised. Sam took his fair share, but he was far better off than we were. He dropped us at the motel and went in search of food.
I stared into the bathroom mirror as I ran a wet, cold wash cloth over my face, until I saw the two punctures on my neck. The short trails of dried blood beneath them brought tears to my eyes. If Dean hadn’t been there…
I like Garnet. She’s a admirable character, an awesome fighter and her sole song is the best one in the series. That said, for Steven Universe to unlock it’s true potential Ruby and Sapphire are going to need to split up, and do so for an extended period of time. A season at least.
Reason 1: Trouble in Paradise
First, let’s talk about Ruby and Sapphire’s relationship, because we need to get this out of the way: As a relationship, Garnet is unhealthy as fuck.
Ruby and Sapphire aren’t just close, they have been so close so long they no longer know how to exist as individuals. When they first got split up in Jailbreak, Ruby had a panic attack, and Sapphire was signing compulsively to comfort herself.
In Keystone Motel we saw another side of their instability. Ruby and Sapphire share a head most of the time, and yet aren’t actually capable of understanding each other. Ruby is highly emotional and short-sighted, while Sapphire is incapable of looking at the present and represses every negative feeling she has. Incidentally, this is likely why Garnet has three eyes, since the crew often uses many-eyed fusions to show that the components aren’t seeing eye-to-eye.
Hit The Diamond showed us a third side of this lovecraftianly fucked-up coin, with Ruby and Sapphire unable to stay apart long enough to do their job.
The point is, Ruby and Sapphire are such horribly stunted “individuals” that I just had to use quotation marks there. They can’t function apart and the crew continuing to depict them as a perfect couple isn’t just bad writing, it’s setting a bad example for their young viewers.
Reason 2: Character Development Ahoy!
Let’s be honest: a character with no way to move forward is just a plot device, and in a more mature series would be a prime target to kill off. As an individual, Garnet has no potential for growth as a character, but Ruby and Sapphire do, and they can’t do it fused together.
To clarify, I don’t want Ruby and Sapphire to split up permanently - I don’t think anyone does - but them developing hinges on the two of them making the entirely healthy decision to spend some time apart and put their relationship on hold. This may require them to split up until the finale or even the epilogue, but it will allow Ruby and Sapphire to become complex individuals the way the rest of the cast is, but they won’t be the only ones growing
Steven has grown a lot since the start of the series. He’s slimmed down, gotten better control of his powers, and is even starting to become emotionally mature. More than that, he’s become reliable, but the biggest step is still ahead of him.
I have no doubt that both the writers and Rose always intended Steven to become the leader of the Crystal Gems, but unless something happens to Garnet there is no convenient way for Steven to be thrust into that position.
Garnet splitting up allows Steven to take his next big step as a character, but it also gives him a safety net. Sapphire and Pearl are always there to guide him, and if he isn’t sure what to do, and Ruby and Sapphire can always fuse again to take the reins if need be.
Reason 3: Fusions
Okay, admit it. All of you want to see more fusions. With four crystal gems (ignoring Peridot and Lion), there are only 15 possible combinations and thus 11 fusions, only 3 of which we haven’t seen already. However, if we split Ruby and Sapphire up, the number of combinations becomes 31, adding 16 more potential fusions we haven’t met.
Can you honestly say you don’t want to see that? I’m already guessing that Sapphire and Pearl would form Moonstone, while Ruby and Pearl would be Sunstone respectively.
But yeah, bottom line: Garnet splitting up is best for the show
Friends we’ve been fucked. So badly. We’re homeless, my dogs are at a temporary home, and our roommate bailed on us with ALL of our money. All $500 that we had for rent is gone. Mom is disabled so the $500 we had is all that she gets until the 1st of February. I’m not working yet at my new job and haven’t heard from my boss in a week. We are at a motel until 11am but then we have nowhere to go. We may have to move back to NJ if we can’t get money and that would break my mom to leave her other 3 children and grandkids behind. I’m asking for any help I can get. Right now I have $100 on my netspend account that I could use for another night if need be but I’d rather not have to waste it on a room for one day when that could be part of our rent for a month. Please help in any way that you can.
My PayPal link is PayPal.me/jennsart and if you send me a message here I will send you artwork or anything to try to repay you when I’m financially stable again.