In 1893 ACD killed off Sherlock Holmes at the Reichenbach Falls and as a result induced mass fan outrage with over 20,000 people cancelling their subscription to The Strand magazine.
After being absolutely bombarded with complaint messages (and people literally taking to the streets wearing mourning clothes) however, Doyle revived Holmes in “The Hound of the Baskervilles” and then properly in “The Empty Hearse”.
Now it seems we have our own “Final Problem” to address. If it’s an ARG/meta-narrative Steven Moffat and Mark Gatiss want, it’s what they’re going to get.
LET’S GET #NORBURY TRENDING. Set your alarm. Save the time.
26th February 6AM-12PM PDT 2PM-8PM GMT
REMEMBER: - Keep it classy. Pithy arguments, thought-out responses. No cheap insults/name-calling etc. We want to start a conversation. - Best not to @ Mark Gatiss or any other members of the cast/crew of Sherlock. If you really want to tag someone I suppose BBC One is a possibility. - Using old Twitter accounts is better than new ones because your tweets may be invalidated/not counted towards the trend. - It’s more likely that tweets will count towards the trend if you have a full twitter bio/profile picture/are following people/have mentioned and replied to tweets before. - We need over an estimated 1700 tweets to trend during this time. - The more people involved, the better. Message your friends! Spread the word.
Hopefully through this we’ll not only be able to address the problem of queer baiting within BBC Sherlock, but begin a public conversation about the manipulation of LGBT viewers as an ongoing issue within media.
Being a gentleman isn’t a pompous attitude or expensive clothes. Nor is it suave talk and standing tall. It’s the best mix of your character, treating others well, and presenting yourself as a man others want to follow. This is the essence of how to be a gentleman.
Chivalry isn’t dead
It may seem like it, so you’ll need to revive it. This not only applies to the lady in your life, but other people you meet as well. Going out of your way to treat people well is important. Carrying yourself in an accommodating a “serving” way is rare, valuable, and will make you stand out. Here’s what you can do: Open the door for people. Holding the door open for an old lady or a young man still makes you stand out as a gentleman. Go out of your way to be considerate of people.
Being a gentleman is more than cleaning up the cursing, but sounding intelligent without coming off as arrogant. We each have our own unique style and personal vernacular. But improving and expanding your vocabulary will make you into a better communicator. The ability to paint elaborate pictures in your acquaintance’s minds is a sought after trait. Find what you’re willing to die for Don’t go through life living only for today or tomorrow. Find an aim bigger than money. Seek out a purpose, and run hard after it. I find that people that I respect as gentlemen have something to live for.
Improve your recognition of social cues
Whether or not you’re a social butterfly doesn’t mean you can’t improve. People that are extremely introverted sometimes need to take pause and read social cues. Am I stepping on anyones toes or making people feel left out? Do I move from one person/group to another so fast people think my substance is paper thin? If you’re of the more chill temperament, it doesn’t mean you can’t grow. My name, Todd, in Middle English (spoken about 1,000 years ago) means “the watcher”, “watchful one”, or the “fox”. I actually consider myself by nature a more reserved person. But by observing other’s social cues, I’ve been able to pick up on how to interact with a wide array of people. Most people upon first meeting me would think I’m pretty extroverted, whereas I’m pretty introverted to the core. People who are awkward or come off as rude have one core problem in my mind. And it’s not that they aren’t able to be cool people. It’s that they think of themselves and are absorbed in their own world so much they don’t listen and pay attention to people’s words and body language. Learning what people mean by more than what they say will help you go further in your friendships and professionally.
Be Quick to Forgive
A man who is slow to forgive is…well, less of a man. Be quick to show mercy. Give people grace for mistakes. Be understanding. Show compassion. Don’t have a heavy hand with your kids or other family members.
Say “No” more
People respect someone who knows what they want—and what they don’t. Saying “no” makes your “yes” mean so much more. If you haven’t learned to say “No”, you might be living as a Yes Man. Who wants to be that guy? Especially when you are so overcommitting yourself you’re known as a flake. If you find yourself saying “yes” to overextending yourself, it’s time to summon the will to say “no”.
Saying “Yes” more
If you’re afraid of commitment, it’s time to take the dive and start giving more of yourself to people. Whether that’s saying “yes” to helping a friend move, just getting out more, spending more time with friends, or gaining different experiences, it might be time to step out into the wild a little more.
Say “Hello” more
We admire people who exude confidence and aren’t afraid to reach out and connect with people. Saying “hello” to a stranger you rub shoulders with on the train, in an office, or at the grocery store is a great way to increase your social skills—and meet new people. Have you ever wanted to introduce yourself to a cute girl in the most random of places? If you’re not in the rhythm of shooting from the hip and building rapport with random strangers, it’s gonna be hard to summon that off-the-cuff confidence to get talkative with a hot stranger. Practice saying “hello” and showing yourself friendly. You’ll be surprised by some of the cool people you’ll meet along the way.
Travel more and expand your experiences
Expanding your experiences and where you’ve been gives you great stories as you grow being a gentleman. Growing more cultured widens you’re understanding of the world–and others–and helps you to be less assuming or quick to judge. And it’s always nice to tell people about that one time you jumped off a moving train in India.
Speak Well of Others
When learning how to be a gentleman, it’s less about “me” or “I”. It’s about others. Them. Carrying yourself in a way that esteems others will earn you esteem. Want to stand out? Speak well of others in their presence, and away from them as well. People will take note. The man who can give specific and exacting praise is worthy of receiving it himself. Talk about their interests, not yours
Again, learning how to be a gentleman is about others. Growing your listening skills is paramount to being regarded as a gentleman. But learning to ask great questions that draw a person out of their shell is important as well.
Tell stories with a point
Everyone loves a good story teller. And just because I suggest you guide conversation by asking people about them, rather than talking about you, doesn’t mean you should be a hard nut to crack. People love good stories that share some adventure, and insight about who you are. Know what stories about yourself people are most interested in. When telling a story, remember that you’re not telling your life story. Share stories that have a point and an end. Have you ever felt trapped in a conversation with someone telling a story that really wasn’t a story? They weren’t actually even talking with you, they were talking at you? That’s a person telling a story with no point or purpose. I’m guilty of this. And I sometimes wonder if we do it for our own catharsis–to process aloud with someone in the hopes of “feeling better”. It’s cool to do that with your therapist or close friend, but don’t use the random stranger at a party to have a cathartic moment. Be a gentleman!
Stand up straight
Now onto how to be a gentleman in how you carry yourself. No man wants to be regarded as a slouch. Standing up firm and strong isn’t just good for your health, but good for your confidence. There really is a physical/mental connection with posture. And people can see it. A person cowering or hunched is viewed as weak. A man who stands tall is regarded as having confidence. Pay attention to your posture, and stand up straight.
Wash your clothes
Back in poor days of living in a dorm, I ran across an expert in the laundry room who had sage wisdom for me. He let me in on how to cut my laundry coin usage in half: “You don’t need to wash your clothes, just put them in the dryer with a dryer sheet. I mean, when I take them out they smell just as clean as when I wash them as when I don’t.” And I don’t remember who that charming young lad was. Nor do I remember anyone thinking he was the sharpest dressing gentleman out there either. Gross. Wash your clothes. Clean stains–including the collar of your neck. And iron those shirts man! Be a gentleman!
Get a grown-up email address
Wildstallion1999@hotmail.com isn’t the way to present yourself when applying for a job. It’s also not the most savvy way to interact with new friends. Being sharp and looking on your game sometimes takes putting away some childish things. Go ahead and keep your fave teenage email address, but for those people you’re aiming to be a gentleman around, keep it classy.
Make a man out of your online social imprint
A man’s online social profile reaches far and wide. When potential employers want to know more about you, do not doubt that it’s likely they’ll look you up on your favorite social network. Having a goofy profile picture with your family is great. But looking like a drunken sailor or a Jersey-licious club rat won’t score you extra points with the classy young lady you want to pursue, or those that you want to recognize you as being a gentleman.
Give your word and keep it
Being a gentleman requires your yes meaning yes, and your no being no. When you tell someone you’re going to do something–do it. Even when it costs you. Improve your penmanship
I’m an absolute hypocrite on this point. My handwriting has not changed since 6th grade. Considering I barely handwrite anymore, considering all the tech we use, my scribbles are probably in severe decline. It is so bad more than once I’ve asked an assistant to handwrite a post-it note to the president of my organization so I wouldn’t have to hand him something illegible. Thinking about it still makes me smirk today but probably isn’t the most gentlemanly practice.
Mind Your Manners
I’m not the most savvy when it comes to perfect etiquette. What side of your plate does the big fork go on? How do I tie a cummerbund? How do you impress really old rich people?? What I do try to pay attention to is being accommodating. If you’re with people you’re familiar with, be warm to the new persons and make them feel included. Are you around a new group of people? Don’t pull out your latest gag routine. Keep things simple until you’ve figured out the the personalized subculture of the group you are hanging with. Find out what’s important to them, what behavior is appropriate to the situation, and present yourself in the best light. I hope it’d be needless to say, but belching in front of ladies you want to show respect rarely garners you some. Using words like “Excuse me” and “Thank you” go a long way. Ask before taking. And instead of ordering someone to do something, ask them if they’ll do you a favor. On a note that I’m sure any restaurant servers out there will appreciate, showing kindness to those in any service industry will distinguish you. But don’t do it to be distinguished. Show kindness and patience to those making your coffee, serving your food, installing your cable, or fixing your car.
Nix the my way or the highway attitude
People who are adamant and demanding they get their way almost always sound like alpha-douches. Or large babies. Instead of being pushy and consistently trying to get what you want, concede to what others want. Nothing spoils chilling with a group of people more than the whiner who’s only going to be happy if the crowd does what they want. If that’s ever been you, take note. I guarantee people remember that moment you had to have your way.
Mind the details
It’s easy for any of us to be forgetful. And it’s easy to forgive ourselves when we are. When others are forgetful? We’re not so merciful. Show others you care by remembering not only the big things–but the little things. Doing this at your workplace as well will only help your touted reputation as knowing how to be a gentleman.
If you’re chief love language isn’t giving of gifts and connecting with people through acts of service, it will take repeated mental note-taking to give more effort in this area. But few things shout “gentleman” more than a thoughtful note or gift to a lady love or friend. Whether it’s a special occasion or they need a pick-me-up. Don’t neglect to think about your bros too. If a buddy is down, make sure to be there to cheer them up. You can get them some gentleman gifts as well.
Being a Gentleman
This is only the beginning on our path to being a gentleman. Improving yourself doesn’t happen overnight. As we’re already a couple of months into 2017, have you probably decided on any areas you want to focus and improve on this year? It’s a great aim to look better, talk well, and dress sharper. But making yourself into a better man is more than just improving the physical details. It’s about cultivating your core. Find what you’re passionate about, and run after it. Find who you want to become, and chase it. Find out where in your character you’re deficient, and work on it. Let’s face our fears and grow into better men this year. Not everyone can be a hero, but everyone can be a gentleman. It’s a choice.
Reader is close to the glee club and has gone to school with them since freshman year) Sebastian left his phone at the Lima Bean and someone from the glee club found it. They look through it to see pics of reader and Seb like kissing each other, hugging and cute pics that you would have of your significant other. They ask him about it only to find him and reader talking about date plans and the glee Club finding out when he realizes that he left his phone at the Lima Bean. The entire glee club enters the room and tells them the gig’s up. They confess and the glee club accepts it. - @irony-is-my-life
Pairing: Sebastian Smythe x Reader
Notes: So I made a few changes. I hope you don’t mind. It’s late and not very well written. I’m sorry if it’s not your favorite. You can always request another one, though. My ask is always open. Also everyone’s a lil bit OOC.
Bells jingled and laughter poured into the local cafe called the Lima Bean. “And then Finn tripped over his books and slid down the hall!” Rachel was giggling through her retelling of an incident with an unsuspecting student and a distracted Finn walking the halls of McKinley. “Hey. I think it was a pretty graceful dive. I only tripped three other people.” Rachel, Finn, Blaine, Kurt, Santana and Artie were making a stop at the Lima Bean to get a little recharged before the weekend was over.
“Hey guys, I’ll catch up in a minute.” “Alright Finn. Don’t be long,” Rachel smiled.
Striding over to the bathroom, something caught his eye before he made it to the door. ‘Someone left their phone here. That’s rough.” Finn thought to himself. ‘I wonder who’s it is.’ Thinking he was doing the right thing, he started looking through the phone and opened up the photos app since it was the first thing he saw. Scrolling through the pics, the screen was filled with red, black and white. Finn cringed as the Warbler symbol flashed across the phone. About ready to just turn the phone in to the cashier, a familiar face caught his eye.. ‘(y/n)?’
“Hey guys!” Finn yelled as he approached his friends. “Oh there you are, Finn. We were wondering what took you.” Artie scrutinized his fellow singer. “You’ll never believe what I found.” Finn had everyone’s attention now.
“Well? What is it?” Santana. Always one to be straight to the point. “I found this phone sitting at a deserted table and so I tried to figure out who it might belong to. So I started looking through their photos-”
“Hold on, hold on,” Santana interrupted. “You tried to find someone’s identity by looking through their pictures?” “Where did you possibly find that knowledge?” Kurt questioned. “Never mind that. Look who’s in the pictures.”
Finn showed the group the picture of (y/n). “So it (y/n)’s phone? Big deal.” Santana stared at Finn as if he grew another head, completely confused.
“Yeah, no. It’s a Warbler’s phone. See?” He then showed them the Warbler symbol. “Let me see that,” Blaine took the phone and started swiping. “..holy crap. I think I might puke. Oh gosh!”
“Blaine! What is it?” Everyone hollered at their raven haired friend. Saying nothing, he held up the phone. Cue collective gasp.
*At Dalton Academy*
“Okay guys. Here’s the plan. We go in and confront that sniveling snake about what he thinks he’s doing with our (y/n). Then we use whatever means necessary to keep him away from our baby.” Santana sneered at the thought of Smythe. “Agreed.” All were in agreement then.
Storming up the stairs of the school, the group made their way to the Warbler’s practice room. Sneaking up to the door, the singers heard voices conversing inside. “Good. Okay. They’re in there. Let’s go.” Finn was ready to ‘talk’ to Sebastian. “Hold up a second,” Artie spoke. “I think.. there’s a girl’s voice..”
Everyone crowded the door, trying to hear. “-last time. Maybe we could hit up the ice cream parlor then head on over to the beach?” “Really? Seb, don’t you think that they’d see us?” “Come on, babe. I want to show you off. I really don’t care about your friends seeing us. In fact, it’d be a good thing. Maybe I can prove to them that it’s a good thing we’re together. I really love you and I’m sure they’ll be able to see that. Even if they don’t want to.” Sebastian had been trying to convince you to tell the New Directions for a while now. Everything he said was either shot down or flat out ignored. You really did care about Sebastian, but it’d be so hard for you if your friends, best friends, disapproved of your relationship.
“Sebastian. I know you really want to tell them.. it’s just,” you heaved a sigh loud enough for your eavesdropping friends to hear. “It’s just that if they didn’t approve of us, if they didn’t like us together, if they’d tried to break us apart.. it would kill me. I love you so much, but they might not love us together. They’re still my friends. My family. I just don’t think I’m ready.”
From the other side of the door, your friends were looking at each other like they were thoroughly disappointed with themselves, not you. “I can’t believe (y/n) feels like she can’t trust us with this. I feel so.. terrible,” Blaine was completely distraught that you felt that way.
“I know. We reacted so harshly when we found out, though. No wonder she felt like she couldn’t tell us. Ugh! I feel like a terrible friend,” Rachel was almost in tears now. “Hey, we all feel horrible. She’s our baby girl and we can’t have her feeling like we won’t support any decision she makes. Even if it is to date that..” Kurt stops as he sees his friends giving him wary looks. “..that great..singer..”
They all looked at each other in confirmation and pushed open the grand doors. Both heads inside snapped up to the intruders. “Guys? Wh-wh-what are you doing here?” Panic was evident in your eyes. Sebastian discreetly took your hand in his, the action not going unnoticed.
“We know, (y/n),” Artie spoke up. “Y-You do? Know what exactly?” “That you and this.. male are dating,” Santana cringed. “We found his phone at the Lima Bean and saw.. pictures,” Kurt visibly shuddered.
With a defeated sigh, you flopped onto the couch. “I’m so sorry, you guys. It’s just..”
“Yeah. We know, baby girl. I must admit we didn’t react well at first, but hearing what you just said.. we feel awful, sweetheart,” Kurt sympathized. “That was never my goal. I really do care a lot for Sebastian and if you all would try and keep me from being with him, it would tear me apart.”
Artie wheeled forward. “We know (n/n). We realize that now and we’re going to try and be supportive. Just as long as he gives us a reason not to.” He have a pointed look in Sebastian’s direction. “R-really? Oh my gosh! Thanks you guys! You won’t regret it, trust me.” “Yeah we better not,” Santana eyed Sebastian.
Sebastian took your hand. “I’m really thankful for this, you guys. (Y/n) means everything to me. So much so I’d give up singing to keep her. I’ll do my absolute best to keep her happy.”
You grinned up at him. You were short, okay? Besides, it doesn’t help he’s a freaking giant. “Keep her happy and we won’t make you quit singing,” Blaine stated. “But if you fail. You will suffer the consequences,” Santana added.
“I agree wholeheartedly. Besides, if I ever did anything to hurt my- our little (y/n), I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.”
The New Directions looked at each other and silently agreed. “Have fun kids,” Santana said. “Keep it classy,” Kurt added. After hugging all of them and Sebastian surprisingly shaking the guys’ hands and getting his phone back, they took their leave.
“Well. That went better than expected.” “See? I told you they’d be cool,” Sebastian said with a smirk. “You really like being right, don’t you?” you asked. “I like being right about us.” With a wink and kiss, neither of you could stop beaming.
Request: I love your writing. Well done on being so amazing! Would appreciate you
doing this, thank you… The reader teaches Steve how to bake and after the
pair of them joking about and being all cute it just turns into good old smut
in the kitchen. Thanks again x
A/N: This was fun to write! Thanks @i-have-a-wonky-eye-too for getting me out of my writing funk! I hope you enjoy! <3
“What are you doing?” Steve’s deep voice reverberated
throughout the kitchen, startling you a bit causing you to jump and let out a
yelp. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you”
he said after seeing you jump.
Your breath caught in your throat as you heard Steve’s voice
as you turned to face him. “No” you said
waving your hand in the air, “It’s fine Steve.
Just a bit jumpy after that last mission is all.”
Could I request RFA + V getting into a fight with MC, and having MC storm out the door and tell them not to follow her? You can decide if it's happy end or not. Thanks!
RFA (+ V) getting in a fight with MC
Note: I’m so bad at coming up with reasons to arGUE UGH. I love how much support you’ve all given, I’m already at 110+ followers! V’s hurt my heart, okay? He’s too pure for this world.
EDIT: I wrote this before Jaehee’s route, and her parents are dead, so I’m sorry this is inaccurate!!
✰ - Yoosung’s finals were coming up, so you came over to surprise him at his dorm, ready to help him study with a healthy meal. Of course, upon entering, you were met with a terrible sight.
✰ - Yoosung drinking chocolate milk, playing LOLOL, bags under his eyes, and empty cups of ramen scattered on the ground.
✰ - You were not having it, he needs to get a good grade on those finals, so you walk over, and quickly unplug the computer. He didn’t even notice you till then, and he’s disgruntled af.
✰ - “Yoosung! This place is an absolute mess! Look at how unhealthy this is for you! You have finals in a week! There’s no possible way you’re gonna be prepared!”
✰ - You just ruined this boys LOLOL expedition, and had the nerve to criticize his eating habits? What the heck?” Even when he’s mad he’s not gonna curse. “I thought you were my girlfriend, not my Mom!”
✰ - You just look at him, laugh in disbelief before dropping the takeout and flashcards onto the floor.
✰ - At that moment, Yoosung knew, he fucked up.
✰ - “Wait! MC! I didn’t mean it! I’m sorry!” Literally Yoosung has never felt worse, seeing how upset you looked before leaving his dorm
✰ - “Don’t follow me, Yoosung. Just, please, take care of yourself.” You leave, Yoosung sadly picking up the scattered flash cards, opening the takeout with a sigh. He’s aware of how thoughtless his actions were.
✰ - “She even dotted all the i’s with little hearts.” Of course he’s using those flashcards to study, you made them just for him!
✰ - One week and a half later, with little to no talking with Yoosung, there’s the knock on your apartment door. You open it to reveal Yoosung, holding a manilla envelope in one hand, the other holding a small bag.
✰ - You go to shut the door, but he stops you, nervously sticking his foot in the apartment. “Please wait, MC, I need to show you something. Just five minutes, please.”
✰ - Only five minutes, you made that much clear before letting him enter the apartment, the male setting the bag on the table before grinning sheepishly as he opened the manilla folder.
✰ - “Your flashcards came in handy! I got great grades on my finals. It’s all thanks to you… and, at the time, I didn’t see how much you cared about me, but I’m so thankful you do.”
✰ - You look at the grades on the finals, before he opens the paper bag, where a couple cookies are inside, although, they look very deformed.
✰ - You try not to smile, but can’t help it when you raise a questioning eyebrow to the misshapen goodies.
✰ - “Um, they were supposed to be hearts!” Bless Yoosung, he’s trying his best, give him points for trying.
✰ - “Oh come here,” You gotta hug him, he’s forgiven, he loved your notecards, he even aced his finals, you’re a proud girlfriend. “Don’t show 707 these cookies.”
✰ - You didn’t think much of the motorcycle when Zen rode it, until you received a wake-up call from him one evening, explaining that he needed you to come pick him up because his motorcycle ran off the road.
✰ - “Zen, are you alright?” His head is bleeding a little bit, and his outfit is really ripped up. “Your motorcycle..”
✰ - “It’s trashed, now, MC, but I can get another one with the warranty. I called the authorities to tell them to get rid of this metal on the road.”
✰ - You glanced at the hazardous cycle before getting back into your car, nervously thinking about how badly hurt he could’ve been - or even dead.
✰ -”I should get a good amount of money from my insurance to buy a nicer motorcycle~ Maybe I can show you how to drive it, MC!” Insert happy ramblings about how he’ll get a new death mobile.
✰ - “Zen, you could’ve gotten hurt on the motorcycle, maybe buy a safer vehicle? You know how we’ve been talking about children, smh they can’t be taken to school on a motorcycle.”
✰ - “Babe, accidents happen!” Uh no, life threatening ones cannot be solved with pet names like Babe, Zen I will get your goddamn license revokED.
✰ - “Of course they do, but accidents can end your life, especially on a motorcycle. Or you could get severe injuries - Zen, I’m just saying, maybe get a more family friendly vehicle-”
✰ - He’s triggered at the mention of family, like, he ISN’T READY.
✰ - “I don’t want to start a family, MC!” He’s kinda mad about his motorcycle, you burst his bubble, damn you.
✰ -You pull over the car without hesitation, and step out, throwing the keys at him. Slamming the car door you yell at him to not follow you before full on sprinting down the Korean streets.
✰ - You realize you’re near SKY university and call Yoosung to stay with him while you’re upset with Zen, because he kinda just said he didn’t want to start a family with you??
✰ - About a week later, filled with cup o’ noodles and missed texts from Zen, Yoosung gets a call from him and asks him to deliver a message to you.
✰ - “Zen told me to tell you that he wants to talk, and to meet him in front of the college.” Honestly he’s glad to be used even as a messenger.
✰ - Kinda reluctant but hey. You’re looking around and cannot find him?? There’s only two minivans here, OH MY GOD.
✰ - There’s a silver one with the license plate: ZENSFAM
✰ - “Oh my god, Zen, you didn’t.” He gets out of the car with a face that’s like OH I DID.
✰ - You’re literally so happy of course you forgive this man, and he wants to have a family, or that plate has a lot of explaining to do.
✰ - Jaehee isn’t too open about her relationship with you, and when her parents show up at the cafe, she leaves out the fact that the two of you are actually engaged to be married.
✰ - So, you confront her after serving them their drinks. “Jaehee, I know your parents aren’t aware that you’re bisexual… But you should come out! I’ll be there to support you.”
✰ - “MC, your parents are a lot different from mine, and I don’t think mine would be that happy to find out my partner is female - it’d be shameful to them.”
✰ - “Wait, Jaehee, are you ashamed of me?” Cue you being a little upset, considering how the two of you easily came out to the rest of the RFA, and how confident she’d been about you then.
✰ - She looks upset, she is upset, but she is not ashamed of you.
✰ - “No, of course not, but…” She trails off, and you begin to untie your apron, slightly upset by this.
✰ - “I’m gonna take a day off, alright?” You hand her your apron before slipping out the back door, telling her a brief, “Don’t follow me.”
✰ - Jaehee then calls up Jumin, asking for a favor, and to get her lots of food coloring and vanilla frosting. Jumin, on the other hand, gets Assistant Yoosung to handle this-
✰ - You’re not very excited to go to work today, but you go nonetheless, surprised to see that both of Jaehee’s parents are there, drinking coffee when you arrive.
✰ - Also they’re the only ones in the cafe, and it’s right before opening?? Cue you being confused and them politely smiling at you.
✰ - “MC, help me frost these cupcakes with this rainbow frosting.” Jaehee is like in super busy mode as she mixes up this gorgeous multi-color frosting. “My version of coming out, I guess.”
✰ - Of course you’re gonna help! While you put the rainbow frosting on, she’s writing small hearts with J + [First Initial].
✰ - “I’m sorry about yesterday, I would never be ashamed of you.” You smile and help her take the cupcakes to her parents, prepared for whatever may come!
✰ - You’re a mix of nervous and excited about meeting Jumin’s father for the first time, over a meal from a French bistro downtown.
✰ - “You’re wearing the purple dress? It looks lovely on you.” He adjusts his matching tie before escorting you to the car, with Driver Kim behind the wheel, of course.
✰ - The conversation is fine as you sit in the back of the nice vehicle, until the topic shifts to well, you. And not in the nice, flirtatious way you’d expect.
✰ - “When talking to my father, remember to use your manners, try to smile and answer the majority of his questions. When answering questions that involve politics, keep it towards the conservative side. Don’t-”
✰ - “Jumin, that’s not how I act though. Come on, shouldn’t your father like the real MC?” You’re just mildly annoyed at this point, it’s not like you thought his father would dislike you.
✰ - “He likes a classy businesswoman, MC.”
✰ - Did he just? He did, didn’t he? “Are you trying to imply that I’m not a ‘classy businesswoman’? Why don’t you go bring Sarah Choi to meet your father, then?”
✰ - Before he can scramble for an apology, you’re requesting for Driver Kim to pull over. And he’s wondering if he’ll get fired for this.
✰ - “MC, wait, please, I’m sorry.” He reaches for your hand but you jerk it away before exiting the car, firmly telling him not to follow you. Insert loud car door slam.
✰ - You wipe a couple tears from your cheeks as the car slowly drives away, but feel arms wrap around you, making you quickly jump to be met with Jumin’s apologetic gaze.
✰ - “MC, I made you cry…” He is Not Okay. “I’m more than idiotic, I don’t care if my father dislikes you, I love you. He’ll have to accept that, regardless, but then again, who wouldn’t love you?”
✰ - Lots of make up kisses.
✰ - You guys call off the dinner with his father, and instead the two of you check out a Taiyaki stand together.
✰ - He’s been neglecting you for work lately, and neglecting the RFA as well, so you decided to confront him about it.
✰ - “Saeyoung, maybe you should take a break and we could go out to eat? Or I could make something-” Of course, this gets shut down almost immediately.
✰ - “MC, this is important work, okay? I don’t have time for that.” It reminds you of the apartment and how he pushed his feelings aside for that damn work, it’s like the whole scenario over again.
✰ - “Whatever, Saeyoung, I’m gonna go out and eat by myself, then.” You didn’t hesitate to slam the door. muttering not to follow you.Then heading upstairs towards his garage, getting into one of his cars.
✰ - You called Jaehee and said you were coming to her cafe to eat, explaining to her what happened to Saeyoung, although she didn’t say much about the situation at all.
✰ - On the other hand, Saeyoung was freaking out, tracking where his car went, to hacking into your cellphone, and keeping an eye on the CCTV feed in the apartment’s hallway.
✰ - When you finally returned to the apartment, not ready to go see Saeyoung after he somewhat ignored you, you opened the door to reveal him leaning against it, fast asleep.
✰ - Surprised, you slowly shut the door, noticing the open laptop next to him, with a map with a blinking dot, seeing that he’d tracked you.
✰ - “Saeyoung, wake up.” Unsure of how to react to this, you gently tried to wake him, and as his eyes flickered open, he pulled you into a hug. “Oof.”
✰ - “Don’t leave me, MC, I’m stupid, I shouldn’t have been such a dumbass to let you leave like that.” Burying his red hair into your shoulder, you sighed, hugging him back.
✰ - “I know.” You kissed him gently, before sitting against the door with him, watching as his face of happiness and relief turn tired once more, his head leaning on your shoulder.
✰ - “I love you.”
✰ - You’ve been living with V for over two months now, and something was genuinely bothering you, the large amount of Rika photos in his home.
✰ - So, you decided to bring it up with V at dinner one night. “Jihyun, you have a lot of photos of Rika in your home, and um, well it’s making me think your feelings for her aren’t gone.”
✰ - You weren’t jealous, it just made you uncomfortable, like a replacement for Rika. But you also understood how important she’d been to him, so you’d waited a long time to bring it up.
✰ - “MC, I..” You could tell he disliked bringing it up, the plain expression on his skin. “Shouldn’t we talk about this another time?”
✰ - “Jihyun, I’m not saying to get rid of all the photos, maybe change some, though, like photos of the last RFA party! I’ll help if you want-”
✰ - “MC, really, it’s complicated.” He looks upset about bringing up his former lover, but you also felt second to the female, and sighed, standing up from your seat. “MC? What are you doing?”
✰ - You gave a soft smile, before shaking your head, grabbing your coat from the rack before pulling it on. V stood up as soon as he heard the door open, the outside chill sweeping in.
✰ - “Jihyun, I’m gonna go.” Going to shut the door, you paused, “Please don’t follow me.” And you left the home quickly, sad that it seems you were runnerup to Rika.
✰ - V: Jumin, I need you to come over to my house immediately.
✰ - Jumin Han: It sounds urgent, I’ll get Driver Kim to be there in half an hour.
✰ - It was extremely urgent, and V lowkey needed Jumin because he’s kinda blind. Although, some things even V, the blind man, could do better than Jumin. Like take photos.
✰ - MC gets a call from V the next day, explaining that she needs to come back and talk to him, and she agrees to give him a chance to hear what he has to say.
✰ - You get there and literally can’t find him? So you look throughout the home, except, you have to do a double-take as you enter rooms that formerly held multiple photos of Rika - now framed with you and the RFA members!
✰ - You dialed his number, and hear his phone ringing in the other room, so follow the noise to find him in the bedroom, adjusting a frame on the bedside - an image of you and him, taken by another photographer at the party.
Scott from Retro Moto Co in South Fremantle in Western Australia sent me this email and the pics above to see if one of the major blogs were interested in featuring it. It didn’t get picked up so I’m featuring it here for my followers.
Peter McKiernan knew what he wanted in a bike when he approached us
to build him his ultimate CB550. Go before show. The original Honda
metallic orange paintwork on side covers and tank could stay, while
everything else got upgraded, replaced or modified. We tackled this one
in stages, first a no holds barred engine rebuild, top of the line
suspension, exhaust system, carb rebuild, new ignition, custom seat and
guards. After a few weeks of shaking down the new engine Peter brought
it back in for a wide wheel conversion which set the bike over the top.
The result is not over the top wild and eye catching, but a classy
understated bike that still turns heads, with performance nearing some
of the race bikes we build, but keeping enough road manners to ride it
daily. In short, we love this bike!
Lots and lots and lots of details and info on this bike, I’m not so
good with words and junk so best for them to maybe discuss and pen it
however they like, or i can spend more than 2 mins on it and send
something better, but this is where my inexperience shows, not sure what
they are looking for to get it noticed, I’m always too close to the
bikes, i get off on all the tiny details like the modified rearsets that
clear by millimeters but work perfectly, or the way the Lossa
engineering Yoshimura replica exhaust came out once we cut and welded it
to sit a little tighter on the bike (not to mention how it sounds,
auditory porn that is) That sort of stuff probably doesn’t come across
well in print format though so I assume best left unsaid. Anyway, take a
look, see what you think, let us know. (photos by my wife btw, could get bike back for a proper shoot, this was a quick half hour session in Freo one evening)
BTS Reaction to you being hit on by a guy in a cheap way
A/N: Hi! Sorry for the wait. Here is the reaction! Enjoy and happy reading! 😊
**gifs are not mine. Full credit to owners**
He isn’t the aggressive type, but he would politely try to tell the guy off. He would keep it classy like always.
“I’ll make you see stars” a random guy said to you as you were busy shopping. You turn around to face him and tell him off when Jin appears. He wraps a protective arm around your shoulders. “I am sorry but this lady here is taken. So can you please leave?” he told the guy as politely as he could. Jin didn’t leave his gaze and stared at him intently. The man eventually gave up as he saw how serious Jin was about him leaving. “Thank you Jin” you said as you finally released the breath you were holding. “It’s nothing you should be thanking me for. Its my job baby” he kissed your temple gently, while his arm was still draped protectively around your shoulder.
He would be pissed and jealous. I am sure he wouldn’t get physically aggressive, but the tone of his voice would get dangerously low, and his facial expressions would darken.
You were waiting for yoongi to pick you up when a guy came up to you and said “I’ll take you home baby”. You ignored him. A car stopped in front of you and Yoongi rolled down the window. “Any problem babe?” he asked you, completely ignoring the guy at first. “How about you fuck off?” the guy said to Yoongi. He sighed and walked around the car towards you. “I’ll take care of it babygirl” he kissed your cheek .He stood in front of you protectively. “How about you leave before I report your ass to the police. This is my lady so don’t mess with her or me” his voice was dangerously low.He stepped forward but instinctively you grabbed onto his forearm.“Its okay” yoongi said. He kept on intensely staring at the guy for a good 2 minutes without blinking. Eventually the guy got uncomfortable and retreated back.
Namjoon would not be afraid to tell the guy off. He would be very protective of you in a situation like that, specially the guy would be hitting on you in a vulgar way.
“Nice ass” a guy said as you were walking hand in hand with Namjoon. You were very taken aback. The guy stepped forward towards you, but Namjoon put his hand on the guy’s chest to stop him from proceeding. “ Please have some manners. Clearly she is with someone” he then brings your interlocked hands to the guy’s face. The guy however kept on staring at you very sleazily. Namjoon glanced at you and saw how uncomfortable you were. “Really though cant you sleaze balls come up with something new? All I ever hear is shit like this from your disgusting mouths” Namjoon smirked at the guy. “You look young to me. I am guessing you wanna live a long life ahead of you so learn some manners and don’t talk to another woman like this ever again”You guessed maybe the guy felt guilty because he lowered his gaze and left without saying another word.
Hoseok would be angry too and in such a situation I see him being very possessive and protective contrary what a lot of us would expect from him.
A guy touched your ass while you were on the bus. “Hoseok can we leave?” you whispered to him. “Whats wrong?” he asked. Instead of saying something you looked at the guy who touched you. “He just touched me” you whispered while snaking your hand around his arm and snuggling into him. Hoseok looked at you and then at the guy. “If you touch her ever again, or any other woman things won’t end nice for you” he mumbled so only the guy could hear. As the bus stopped he grabbed your hand, and shoved the guy with his shoulder on your way out, while snaking his arm around your waist protectively.
To me he seems to be scariest person when angry. I think he would definitely be angry and he won’t be afraid to show his dislike for the situation and for the man hitting on you.
Jimin came outside from the store. He saw a guy trying to touch you, while you were trying to evade him by backing up. Hey! What the hell do you think you are doing?” he shouted at the guy. “And you are?” the chuckled and smirked. “I am her boyfriend and the person who will not hesitate to show you your place if you don’t stop” he stared at the guy as he grabbed his wrist that was trying to reach towards you. Jimin tightened his grip on the guy’s wrist until his knuckles turned white and the guy winced in pain. Jimin let go with a satisfying smirk as the guy massaged his wrist in pain.”I’ll deal with you later” the guy yelled as he ran away. Jimin embraced you in a hug and whispered soothing words to you as you clutched onto him for dear life.
Out of all the boys I think Taehyung will be the most calm and collected. He wouldn’t raise his voice, neither will he engage in any sort of conversation with the person hitting on you.
“Please leave my girlfriend alone” Tae emphasized the word girlfriend. He saw a guy walking up to you. Although he was at a distance and couldn’t hear what was going on, he could see your uncomfortable expression. he made his way towards you with long firm strides. He spun you around by your waist and planted a kiss on your lips. He kissed you with intensity and once he had made his point he looked at the guy with dark eyes full of anger that didn’t slip past his lips. “What are you looking at?” he asked the guy, which brings you to the present moment. The guy gave both of you a once over and left. “I am sorry I didn’t get to you sooner and I am sorry you have to deal with scums like him” he said as he kissed your forehead.
I think his anger would get the best of him in such a situation, but his reaction would be pretty similar to Jimin in that he wouldn’t be afraid to show the creep his place, and maybe even get handsy if it came to that.
“This is my girlfriend you are talking to you asshole” Jungkook said as he rolled up his sleeves. “We can share” the guy gave a lopsided smile, which infuriated jungkook even more. “The only thing I will be sharing with you is my fist” Jungkook threatened him. The guy kept on looking at you and ignoring Jungkook. So he covered the guy’s view of you by standing in front “I think I am much better to look at than her no?” he said as a smug expression made its way onto his face. “Listen you creep if you so much as lay your eyes on her I will end your worthless existence right here, right now” Jungkook sneered at the guy through gritted teeth and poked him in the chest. “If you don’t run away in 10 seconds, I will change the geography of your body.” So leave” he seethed in anger. The guy took the hint and left you two alone.
A/N: Thank you for this request! It was quite fun writing it 😆 This reaction is more detailed as I thought it would nicer to put short scenarios for each member heh~~ I have written about the members getting jealous over their s/o since anon didn’t specify! Enjoy!!! :D
Request: Yay, your requests are open❤️ I’ve been binge-watching a show called Say Yes To The Dress and I was wondering if I may request a Yoongi senario where he comes with you to pick your wedding dress along with the members? Yoongi is my favorite member, he’s so pretty TT^TT
Genre: Fluff / Romance.
Your appointment was set for early in the afternoon, so after lunch you had been fuzzing around with your outfit, hair and make up. Going to buy your dress at Bridals had been your dream for as long as you could remember, so after you found out Bridals had opened a branch in Seoul you decided you had to go.
-Y/N, anyone would believe the wedding is today-
Your fiancé, the funny guy who at the moment wasn’t funny, was staring at you from your bed.
You huffed, trying to rearrange your hair differently since the up-do you were attempting made you look old. -I just want to get this right- you said more to yourself than him.
Yoongi sat watching you from the mirror to then stand up, going to you to hug you from the back. His face was semi buried on a side of your neck and his arms wrapped around your waist.
-It’s going to be ok, you look beautiful-
You pouted staring at your reflection, placing your hands over his. You were nervous as you were excited, this was an important occasion for you, but Yoongi’s presence made it all better, he held you when you needed it, and not just physically, Yoongi was always willing to take care of you even if sometimes it was in his own slightly shy ways.
A little smile bloomed thinking about it, you loved your boyfriend too much and you couldn’t wait to be his wife.
For the appointment you knew you could take people with you, usually girls went with their mom, mother in law, the bridesmaids, sisters, etc. But for you it was a bit different than that. The host looked at you and back at your companions with wide eyes, surely she didn’t expect to receive a bride with seven men trailing after her.
-This is a first- she said with a nervous giggle, registering you while the team that would be assisting you arrived. You smiled at Yoongi who nodded in reassurance, then you saw the other six companions for the day, since your family couldn’t be here, you had decided that who better for the occasion than the six boys that had become over the time important and indispensable people in your life, so much you could call them family, these days required a support system and honest opinions and you knew that was what you were going to get from them.
The consultant that would be assisting you arrived, she was the Lori of Seoul, in her fifties, short hair and a classy outfit but with an expression that was gentle but yet awake.
-Welcome to Bridals, my name is Nara-
You bowed and so did the boys, but it was you doing the talking since this was after all your day. -Hello, I’m Y/N, thank you for having us today-
You noticed behind Nara there were two younger women, surely the assistants for fitting and for searching the dress. -It’s our pleasure, so who is coming with you today?- she asked looking at the boys sharply. -I heard they are singers-
You nodded. -Yes, that was why I requested the privacy…- Nara made a hand gesture for you to not worry about that at all, so you smiled a little. -These are Kim Namjoon, Kim Seokjin, Park Jimin, Jeon Jungkook, Jung Hoseok, Kim Taehyung- you went saying their names as they greeted and bowed politely. -And this in my fiancé, Min Yoongi-
The two assistant gasped and Nara took a hand to her chest. -We have a fox in the henhouse!-
Seventeen is nominated for three (3) MAMA’s this year, and it’s normal to want your bias group to win, but here are some things we need to remember:
People are not obligated to vote, you are not less of a carat for not voting 24/7. Dont, by any means, go around bashing people because they aren’t voting or leaving rude asks telling them to vote, we are all carats, we all love the guys, so let’s be kind to each other!
Don’t get involved in fan wars(??? This should be a given, don’t go around insulting other groups or fandoms, let’s not become THAT toxic fandom. Remember we are doing this fortheboys so just ignore other fandoms (especially if their being rude) and concentrate in getting svt the MAMA in a positive way (Do I sound like a hippie?? Yes. Do I care?? No! Keep it kind people!!! )
If by any chance we don’t win please don’t try to put the blame on someone else, I’ve seen big accounts (not svt stans, but still) calling people out just because they didn’t win. KEEP IT CLASSY, if we don’t win (which hopefully we will) don’t go around bashing people!!!
It costs you 0$ to just keep it nice, voting season can get ugly, let’s respect each other and just do this for the guys!!
Being mean to other people doesn’t achieve anything, at the risk of sounding cheesy we are kind of like a family, so be nice, be kind and above all be respectful!!
Sometimes I think about how it’s really sweet that Phoenix keeps a picture of his daughter in a locket but then I remember that Phoenix literally stole his locket off a dead guy because said dead guy just so happened to be the biological father of Phoenix’s adopted daughter.
Then he kept it and updated the picture inside and wears it all classy like now.
A huge thanks to @cockteasechloe for pushing us to write this and having the confidence to post it. She also very kindly edited it for me and and made the final tweaks. So here we have the first story published by us @missymoo78 starring Kate in the pictures. If you like it, we’ll do some more. Check out our blog for more of Kate https://www.tumblr.com/blog/missymoo78
Pete was a long term friend of both Kate and I. A good looking man, he was a physio at a local football club, and kept himself in shape. Kate had always liked him. Even muttering the odd time how she found him quite hot. I’m not a jealous man, in fact I’m happy to share Kate with others, but I generally keep that myself. I certainly wouldn’t tell any friends, especially as what Kate looks like, brunette, five foot eight with a killer athletic body. If people knew I’d share her they’d be queuing up out the door! Kate is also no tart, she’s not flirty or in any way slutty, always dressing to look classy and sexy at the same time. Never a tease to any man bar me which makes this story even more exciting for me to share what happened.
This all started in our local pub on a hot Saturday afternoon. Kate had done her morning workout at some crazy fitness class, insanity or something, and I’d spent most of the morning getting ready for a bbq. Pete was working as a physio at a local football match and Kate had invited him for a beer and a bbq with us. Pete had arrived before us and had various kit bags with him, explaining that he literally showered and came straight from the match. He told us he’d run late as one of the key players had pulled a muscle in his leg and needed a proper physio massage.
Kates eyes suddenly lit up, “Oh that sounds lovely, I’m stiff as a board after my fitness class, they really pushed me today. Why can’t you offer that service to me!” she jested.
Pete took his job very seriously, “stiff? Didn’t you warm down like I told you? Or did you push yourself too hard…? You need to take this stuff seriously!” he barked at Kate.
“Alright…alright…” she said trying to calm him, “I was only trying to blag a free sports massage you party pooper.“ She blew a raspberry in his face taking the piss as she knew he got so serious about his job. Pete smiled, he knew only too well he needed to lighten up but he did always mean well.
“If you really want a massage, I have my stuff?” he said to Kate. He then suddenly seemed aware of me, his focus had been entirely on Kate. He switched his attention to me and blurted out, "if thats okay of course… I mean its a professional massage and all…”
Pete was stuttering, I never doubted he wouldn’t be professional but I suddenly felt a twinge of arousal. Imagine if he was naughty with her. A slip of the hand. A brush of his fingers between her legs. Against her pussy. My mind started to wander and Kate bought me back with a bang.
“Its not his choice! I’d love a massage Pete and I’m sure you will be highly professional” she smiled a him. Pete grinned back like a kid in a sweet shop. I knew deep down he fancied her and I was sure he’d love to get her in her underwear and his hands all over her.
The conversation switched away from the massage but soon enough we finished the beers and went to walk back to mine. Kate popped to the loo leaving me waiting with Pete. I turned to him and smirked; "Kates pretty hot when laid down, oiled up…., I’ve never managed to keep my hands to myself when massaging that body….. good luck on that…“ I winked at him. Pete looked bemused, I could see he was intrigued by what I meant. He stuttered again about being a professional and I smirked at him. Before he could say anything more Kate was back and we were walking home. On the way back Kate agreed with Pete that the sofa with a blanked on was the best she could offer for a massage table. We soon got home and Pete went into the lounge to set his stuff up. Kate came out with me to the BBQ.
"You don’t mind me getting a massage from Pete? Do you?” she asked.
"Mind? I’m thrilled, horny even…,” I said to her with a cheeky wink of the eye. Kate’s eyes opened wide in shock.
“What do you mean horny!!! I’m getting a massage from a pro. I’ll keep my underwear on and he’ll be a gentleman!” She snapped back at me defensively.
“So having Pete massaging you all over won’t get you going just a little bit. I know you find him hot….his hands massaging your legs then your inner thighs, what if asks you to get naked under the towel?” I teased her, pushing her to let go and have some fun. Kate grinned a little, her cheeks a little red. She was rumbled. I knew she liked him but this was not something Kate would ever do.
“He won’t ask me to be naked and if he does I’m sure it’s for a reason” she tried to defend him. I plucked up the courage and asked her;
“I know we are all a little tipsy, but go on, he’s a nice guy, give him a show” I nervously suggested. Kate was shocked, she didn’t do things like that and didn’t expect me to suggest it. She’d maybe do that for me but never for anyone else. But Kate didn’t react the way I had expected. I thought she’d be furious, angry and maybe think I was joking but she surprised me.
“A show? What like let him see my pussy or touch me up?” She replied. She was tipsy and flirty, which always made her open up and be more forward. But would she actually do this? I pushed her.
“Yeah why not…you said you want to be more adventurous. It can be yours and Pete’s secret….” I hoped she’d go for it. She frowned, I was sure she was in two minds possibly considering it and that just made me even hornier. That moment was, however, broken by Pete.
"Ummm I’m ready, I guess?” He said blatantly nervous. Kate asked him how he wanted her and to my disappointment he replied “whatever….keep you underwear on, so errrr just bra and knickers under a towel… do your have a towel?”
Kate nodded and Pete walked off to get ready, she glanced back at me and said, “See? Professional to the end! Now get on with your bbq” she said and no peeking through the window!” She turned and walked off.
I felt flat, I actually thought she might do something really naughty and dirty but I think the moment was lost. I set about sorting the bbq, as I laid out the coals I glanced through the window that Kate was now in. She pulled the curtains closed but as she did she smiled at me, adjusting them a little, and to my surprise she’d left a small gap. She knew only too well that I would properly take a peek but she didn’t seem fussed. I saw Pete leave the room and through the small gap I could see Kate peel off her jeans and top. The pink underwear was bright even from a distance.
She carefully slid under the towel and called Pete back in the room. I will be honest, it looked dull as dish water. If she was keeping her underwear on I didn’t see the point but maybe Pete was being a professional. He entered the room which was still fairly light, Pete had his back to me but I could see him getting the oil ready. I heard muffled sounds. He must’ve been explaining what he would do, the muscles and the effects, boring things like that I thought. Where was the action?
Kate didn’t look as hot as I hoped now the towel covered most her body. I turned away and lit the bbq instead. Grabbing a beer whilst it took hold. For some reason I decided to take one more cheeky peek.
Pete was adjusting the towel, he placed it nicely and professionally over her back side leaving her upper body exposed. Pete was looking at her back a little perplexed.
“Sorry Kate, I’m not being flirty, can you move your bra straps? The oil will ruin that bra” Pete asked. They were in the way for sure and I had learnt the hard way that oil and lingerie are never a good mix. I was expecting Kate to slide them off her shoulders but her arm swung around and she unfasten the catch.
The back of the bra pinged open and in true Kate classy style she dragged it from under herself and placed it on the floor. She lay there now naked bar her panties and towel and suddenly I felt horny again. Pete didn’t seem to too phased and I saw him admire her firm athletic body on the sofa.
Pete pumped some oil from a dispenser and started on her shoulders. Kate let out a little moan, “that’s a little sore but it feels great”. Pete explained back he’d go gentle but some pain would be inevitable. Slowly he worked away on her upper back and shoulders.
Pete was now onto her arms and upper back. I watched his hands slide smoothly over her body. He was good and I could tell Kate was in heaven as her body shifted as Petes hands hit the various muscles. Slowly Pete was moving down her body, his hands stayed away from the side of her boobs which was a shame. I could see her boobs just poking out the sides but Pete didn’t seem interested. He was now down her lower back, his hands nearing the hem of her panties. Pete drew back pondering something;
“Kate, are these knickers important? I just dont want to get oil on them as I do your lower back?” he ask. I could hear nerves in his voice. “I mean, I can avoid them but it wont be a proper lower back massage, you could pull them down a a few inches if thats okay?”. Pete really was being a pro, this was not going as I planned but Kate had another idea up her sleeve.
Kate swung her head round, “Would it be easier if I just took them off?”. I couldn’t believe she just said that. Kate was not one to take her panties off around anyone and even struggled going commando for me! Kate laid back down and again to my utter disbelief she said, “why not pass us the towel and if you wipe your hands I’ll hold the towel and you can take them off”
Pete looked as shocked as I felt. This wasn’t the Kate I knew. Pete grabbed the spare little towel and wiped his hands. Kate placed her hands on the towel and Pete slid his hands around her waist. I watched him hook his fingers under her hips and slide off her little pink panties. Kate smoothed out the towel and laid fully back down. He stood there with her panties in his hand.
I hadn’t expected this and suddenly seeing another man pull my wife panties down was a serious turn on. He carefully folded them next to her before repositioning the towel and protecting her modesty. The towel now sat a lot lower, you could just see the crack of her bum and the curve of her ass and I now had a raging hard on knowing Kate was naked bar the towel.
Her upper body glistening from the oil, she looked gorgeous and sexy in every way. He carried on with her lower back adding more oil, his hands working her lower back and just running onto the top of her bum and he pushed the towel down a fraction more. I could see an inch of her crack and two nicely formed mounds where her bum started. Kate moaned in pleasure, not in a sexual way but she was certainly enjoying it. Pete asked Kate about her workout and she told him the muscle groups she had been working on. Pete started explaining his lower body plan,
“Well if you worked your gluts muscles ideally I’d deep massage your bum but its pretty personal. That’s your call?” he asked seemingly now a little more relaxed.
“Sure, sounds good. Do what you need to do” Kate whispered.
Pete wasted no time, he folded the towel over half her bum exposing a whole cheek. From where I was I could now see her whole naked body and her pert ass cheek fully on view. Her legs were tightly together but it was suddenly much more erotic to me. Pete worked his hands hard into her bum muscles. The towel did cover the crack of her bum but only just. Slowly his hands worked down her legs past her bum. Kate shuffled, her legs opened slightly. Not enough to see her pussy but it was quite the tease.
His hands roamed her upper thighs and bum. Kate said it felt nice and I caught Pete grinning as he admired the view. He moved to the other side and started to refold the towel to work on her left side.
The towel sat awkwardly and started sliding off her body a little. Pete grabbed it quickly and tried to reposition it. Pete apologised as he exposed most of her ass but Kate was ahead of him. She reached back as if to help him with the towel but only made it worse. It fell off to the side exposing all of Kate’s bum. Two pert cheeks right in front of Pete, fuck me was that a horny sight. Pete hurriedly repositioned it and apologised profusely.
“Pete my dear, dont worry” said Kate. “It’s a massage and you’re a friend, it’s fine,” she finished with but then to my amazement she dragged it off her ass again and dropped the towel to the floor. “That’s probably easier right?” she said.
Pete stood there in amazement as Kate now laid naked face down on the sofa. Her naked body there for Pete to see, her pert ass right in front on him. She was teasing him like there was no tomorrow. Her legs just apart but still classy, the small bulge in her thighs hiding her most intimate area. He moved onto the sofa and worked her other side. His hands working into her soft flesh, he worked hard on her ass again, her bum cheeks being pushed and pulled, what a sight all toned and glistening. How could any man resist this? My cock was getting hard as I peered through like some dirty peeping Tom. Pete was to the side of Kate now and adding more oil. She seemed completely at ease naked with him. He moved away from her bum and was now focussing on her legs. Pete got up and moved about again. The sofa didn’t allow ideal all round access so he was having to make do. Pete explained he wanted to work on her calves which meant sitting behind her and on her legs. Kate whispered that was fine and Pete slid on to the sofa. I swear I saw a hard on in his pants but I couldn’t be sure. Pete had to kneel behind Kate, in doing so Kate opened her legs a fraction more. The tease for Pete must have been incredible. The room was a little dark and I could only see a shadow between her legs. Pete applied more oil and his hands worked up her calves and onto her thighs. Slowly his hands worked their way onto her inner thighs. As he neared the top Kate wiggled a little and opened her legs. Fuck me….I whispered in my head.
Kate’d legs were now open a few inches, I could just make out her pussy in the shadow and Pete was in the ideal position between he legs massaging her toned thighs, with her pussy right in front of him.
My dick was like a rock, Kate was certainly teasing him and flashing him, even in the dim light I could just make out her inner lips. Her cute pussy there for Pete to see, what a show off Kate was being. I unbuttoned my flies and my dick sprung out. The cool air on my hard cock felt amazing. Slowly I wanked myself while watching a good friend of my mind massage my naked wife whilst he looked at her pussy. I was expecting Pete to work more on her inner thighs but he headed south to he calves. He slid back and grabbed her leg lifting it. In the process he opened her legs a little wider. The cheeky bastard wanted a better view for sure and he got one. The light from the partially opened window exposed her little pussy even better. Two smooth lips with the slightest amount of pubic hair. Pete massaged her left and then her right side and again he lifted up her leg. Kate must have known what he was doing as she flashed her most intimate area to him. His hands gently rubbed her calves, massaging like a pro still, he carefully placed her leg down and shuffled on his knees closer to Kate. His hands moved back down her legs and on to her inner thighs again.
He ran long sweeping movements with his hands across her legs, bum and down her inner thighs. As he massaged her bum he pulled her cheeks apart a little, her asshole exposed for a second and then gone. Kate’s legs now apart I could see her slit clearly and yet she allowed Pete’s hands to slide alarmingly close.
I was wanking furiously trying my best to enjoy the situation and also avoid cumming. Pete’s hands worked now solely on Kate’s upper and inner thighs. His fingers nearing her pussy on every massage. I suddenly say Kate twitch but say nothing. Did her touch her pussy? I couldn’t see clearly through the window but I could see how close he was getting. The oil on her thighs shinning right up to her lips. His fingers pushed higher this time and then I saw it, he stroked over her left lip, Kate didn’t move, he repeated sliding his hand up her leg and onto her lip, once agin no movement and then he made his move, his fingers blatantly slid over her opening. As his hands slid away, her once dry pussy lips now glistening with oil.
His hand movements up her legs decreased as he focused on her pussy. He slid forward and opened her legs even more, his hand straight over her pussy. He paused a second and reached back, he grabbed the oil and applied more over her bum and I watched it trickle down over her asshole and onto her lips. Pete sat between her legs he moved in a little closer using his legs to push Kate’s legs open even more. Her shining lips opened a little, she was dripping wet. Her pussy was swollen and red, she was aroused and horny to a new level. Pete massaged her lips, one hand worked down under and onto her clit, the other sliding around her pussy, I heard a sigh from Kate. The other hand massaged her ass before Pete slid his fingers down and then he slipped a finger inside her and then a second. Fuck, I was fighting cumming as I watched my mate finger my gorgeous naked wife. Slowly he eased his fingers in and out whilst the other rubbed her clit. Kate’s body was starting to move, she was nearing her climax. I could see Pete’s fingers were wet and shiny and I knew that wasn’t just the oil. Kate was breathing hard and suddenly she raised her bum a little, her body tensed and she clamped her legs shut around Pete’s hands, she squirmed and wriggled in pleasure as she came. She went limp and Pete pulled his hands away. Her legs relaxed and opened a little. Her pussy was so wet and shiny I wanted to jump through the window and fuck her right there. Pete just sat there staring at her pussy, my dick on the edge of cumming in my hand. Kate broke to the silence.
“So do you need to massage my front or are we done?”
Pete looked shocked, I was guessing he thought this was all over. “Errr, yeah sure, we can do upper body and thighs? We dont usually massage the stomach much but I can do lightly?” Pete muttered in a daze. He stepped back off the sofa sporting a massive tent pole in his shorts. I felt for him, at least my dick was out and in my hands. Kate looked over her shoulder at him;
“Well pass me the two towels and turn away…I mean we don’t want you seeing my pussy do we?” she said patronisingly to him. Pete was away with the fairies and no doubt all over the place in his head. He passed Kate the two towels and Kate gestured to him to get off the sofa and turn away and he did. I watched Kate roll over, her naked body for my eyes to see, pert tits and a beautiful landing strip. She was shagged out for sure and usually Kate only ever wanted one orgasm so I presumed she literally wanted a massage. Kate had other ideas. She grabbed the tiny hand towel and laid it carefully over her pussy. It was tiny, barely enough to cover her landing strip and pussy lips. “The bigger towel is covered in oil Pete so I’ve had to use the small one, I hope that’s okay?” she said lying there topless and near enough naked.
She acted as though nothing had just happened. Pete swing round and his eyes nearly popped out of his head. Kates athletic body was now properly on show, her six pack, toned upper body, great pert tits and nipples, and her gorgeous thighs. Pete was flustered and his flag pole was certainly at maximum height. He poured oil onto Kate’s upper body between her breasts. Kate lay there, her eyes shut she looked too hot and sexy. My balls ached from edging, I needed to cum but this was simply too hot. Pete started massing her shoulders and and it wasnt long before his hands were around breasts. He slowly curved around the mounds, carefully, softly and sensually he rubbed them. He was testing the water for sure and after several circles his hands slid over them running onto her nipples. I could see they were erect as he carefully kneaded them. Kate lay motionless enjoying the experience and the exhibitionist in her. Pete moved south heading down to her stomach, he worked her sides and back to her breasts. He pushed the towel down a small and across amount and a hint of her landing strip was visable.
I swear he ran his hands over it a few times. I could see he wanted to head south again and it wasn’t long before he stepped away from the sofa and moved down to her legs. He stood to her side and started massaging her legs, he slid his hands up and down stopping at her ankles and then the hem of the towel. As before he worked professionally, massaging the top of her legs and then the backs of her calves. Kate opened her legs again just a small amount, enough for a tease but not more. Pete then moved onto the sofa again. He grabbed Kate’s leg and lifted it slightly to do her calves. Her legs naturally opened and Pete was aiming for a better view but the small towel did its job and clung to her pussy much to both Pete’s and my frustration. Pete worked that leg for a few minutes before he placed it down and grabbed the other, her leg lifted and to my delight the towel gave a small surrender and slid towards her stomach. A tiny glimpse of Kate’s pussy on view, small well trimmed hairs on her mound. Pete’s eyes watched the towel as his hands tried to push it away.
Pete laid her leg down and grabbed some more oil. He was now back working on her upper legs again and hips. I watched as his hands slid up her the top of her thighs and her very subtly pushed her towel up a tiny amount.
Each time he slide the towel higher, more and more of her pussy was on show and Kate never flinched. He pushed her legs open a little more. I could see under the shadow of the towel two lips, still shiny, her pussy now just on view. Her eyes shut, she almost looked like she was sleeping but she wasn’t. Kate whispered, “I thought you were doing my stomach?”
Pete looked utterly disappointed, “Err yes, sure…” he stuttered. He stepped out of Kates legs and added some oil to her flat stomach. Pete worked around slowly, he skirted her breasts again and skimmed around her nipples before heading back down south. Pete’s attempts to move the towel started and I watched his hand push the towel down. A tiny amount of landing strip on view suddenly increased, a few more circles and Pete’s hands slid a little under the towel over her pubic hair. I saw him glance at Kate’s face to see her reaction, she didn’t move. Another circle of her stomach and Pete’s hands slid even further under the little towel. This time the circle was smaller and his hand slid under and down onto her mound. The towel slid between her legs a little. Pete was now sliding his hand under the towel and from what I could see running his finger over my wife pussy. He pushed the towel down a little more and suddenly I could see most of her landing strip and just the start of her slit. Kate’s legs together Pete pushed his hand down once more and to my amazement Kate opened her legs offering Pete a blatant invite to finger her. Pete’s hand headed down and I saw Kate breath out as his fingers brushed over her now visible clit. The towel made its natural surrender and as it slid down between Kate’s open thighs, Pete tossed it to one side.
She was completely naked, her legs open and her wet little pussy right in front of Pete’s eyes. She was horny for sure, I could even see her clit poking through her wet lips under the her landing strip. Kate remained with eyes shut but to add to her tease she shuffled one her legs up, bending it slightly at the knee exposing her intimate area even more. Pete’s hands slid up her legs to her open invitation. He didn’t take as long this time to enter her pussy and I saw in a matter of 2 or 3 strokes he was rubbing and fingering her. His hand glided up her inner thigh and I saw his finger slide up her opening, over her clit and then down and inside her. Kate’s breathing intensive again. Pete’s other hand came over, one was fingering her whilst the other ran over her landing strip and down onto her clit. Kate’s legs widened again as Pete slowly wanked my wife off for the second time within the hour. He was more frantic this time, less gentle and Kate stepped in.
“Shhhhh Pete, gently…..” she hissed pushing Pete’s hands away, he stood there admiring my hot naked wife. Kate’s eyes opened and she looked into Pete’s who was like a startled Rabbit in the headlight.Kate rarely masterbated in front of me but again in yet another surprise I saw her hand come down from behind her head. She edged away from Pete and sat up a little, her hands slowly caressed her breast before carefully and slowly sliding down her stomach and then onto her pussy. Her fingers so gently caressed her outer lips and clit. She was fucking playing with herself in front of Pete and it was the horniest, sexiest thing I’d ever seen in my life. Pete stared at her pussy, his dick was clearly visible through his shorts. Kate noticed his tent pole, she smiled at him and pointed at his dick. “Pete, do you want to cum on me?” she wispered
“Hell yes….” he whispered back.
“Go for it, I want you to cum all over me….” she whispered back as her hand headed back to her pussy. Her fingers slipped over her clit and she bit her lip. Pete pulled his shorts down and his cock sprang free, he stood over Kate admiring her with his shorts and boxers round his ankles. His dick was big and covered in pre-cum; he must have been as horny as me. He grabbed his hard shaft and slowly started wanking himself as Kate played with her clit. She shuffled again giving Pete the best view possible of her pussy. It was too much for me, she was so exposed, so wet and her pussy looked so inviting I couldn’t take it any more and I felt my balls tighten. I focused on Kate’s fingers, wet and slowly circling over her opening. I went dizzy I was cumming so hard, hot spunk shot all over the wall under the window, I came again and again trying not to lose focus on Kate through the window, I felt dizzy as I shot load after load. I looked up to see Kate dipping her finger inside her wet pussy again and Pete dick flinched. As I slowly stopped and regathered my thoughts with my now limp dick in my hand, I managed to focus again on Pete and Kate. Kate was playing harder, her body twitching, she was nearing as was Pete. Pete’s expressing changed;
“I’m cumming…..” he said breathing hard. He wanked hard, his dick red and swollen, his eyes fixed on Kate’s body. “Ahhhh fuck….” Pete moaned, I’d never seen another man masterbate let alone cum on my wife and yet Pete was doing exactly that. He closed his eyes, he had an intense stare and Kate was transfixed and she too bucked and moaned nearing cumming again. Pete suddenly fired his first load, hot sperm shot across Kate’s landing strip, a clear line of white crossing her black bush, Pete’s eyes opened and he watched as another load splashed over her pussy lips, again and again spunk fired out mostly over Kate’s stomach and pussy. Kate never stopped, she was rubbing Petes cum into her clit before she too tensed up, her body frozen bar her fingers moving, she lifted her ass off the sofa as Pete’s final spunk dripped from his dick. Kate moaned and then suddenly went limp. She pulled her hand away and lay back on the sofa. Her legs open, her pussy exposed and a line of cum in her landing strip slowly running down her slit. Pete panting, his dick like mine now limp in his hand. He grinned impressed with his seed all over my wife. Kate grabbed a towel and started wiping herself down. She grabbed her robe and underwear and shuffled off for a shower, as she left the room she smiled at Pete;
“Great massage..… Maybe again some time?”
Pete pulled his shorts up and beamed ear to ear. Kate was gone and I pulled away from the window tucking my own dick into my trousers. It was then I heard the window upstairs open and Kate leaned out:
“It was a great massage” she called down. I looked up and smiled at her, “Her eyes narrowed…. “and by the way” she said…”I’ll leave the gap a little wider next time in the curtain”. She winked at me and put a finger to her mouth as a gesture to keep it our little secret. Cheeky cow, I never knew she knew I could see. I couldn’t wait now to get her naked again and relive it. Pete appeared with two beers, he seemed a little sheepish but I assured him Kate just told me how good you were and how professional. “Well done Pete, cheers mate” I smiled and Pete relaxed. He doesn’t know to this day I know but its still one of my biggest secrets
Summary: Bucky AU. After a major deal falls through, your father’s business almost falls apart. In a desperate attempt to save his livelihood, he seeks the help of his oldest friend, George Barnes, who happens to be the CEO of one of the most influential businesses in New York. He agrees, but on one condition. You have to marry his son.
Word Count: 1,231
Warnings: Swearing, slight violence
Steve was there in mere minutes. He must have rushed over from work, as he was still wearing his usual suit and tie.
Without a word, he enveloped you in a tight hug, his embrace comforting. You couldn’t help the tears that escaped your eyes, trickling down your face. The two of you stayed like that for a few moments. Steve was silent, waiting for you to speak first. You hadn’t been very coherent on the phone. All he had really understood was when you asked him to come over. The pain in your voice was evident, making him panic. He had just been leaving work, so he grabbed the first cab he found and made his way to your new home. The fare had been expensive, but he didn’t really mind. It was the quickest way to get to you.