The Basics: Every great Law of Attraction teacher will urge you to be grateful for what you have, in order to attract more. Oprah Winfrey began her gratitude journal in her late 30s, and it has resulted in her meteoric rise in all areas of her life. And in the Bible it is written “For whosoever hath, to him shall be given, and he shall have more abundance: but whosoever hath not, from him shall be taken away even that he hath.”
The Question: So why is it important to be grateful for what I have already? How does that help me attract what I don’t have?
The Answer: Whatever you want, you want for the feeling. When you have what you want, you can’t help but feel grateful. However too often when we want something we focus on the absence of it. We want it more, and more, and more. But we see it’s not here now. To bridge this distance, you need to create the feeling of having it. When you feel gratitude, the Universe hears, “He/She loves this feeling. I will continue to provide them with what they want.” The Universe has heard all your asking and is well-aware of what would make you smile right now.
The task: By hand, list things you’re grateful for. Do this at an honest level. It should not resemble your shopping list! Get real about what matters to you and why. Above is an example to help you get started!
Hey, would you make a fic based on Sleeping Beauty?
i tear myself open (you sew me shut)
For those of you that don’t know, I’m currently on hiatus until I wrap up the summer research fellowship I’m working on right now! But I saw this prompt in my inbox and just couldn’t help myself. Also I realized after I wrote it that they asked for Sleeping Beauty, not Beauty and the Beast so whoops. So I’m pretty sure that this is nowhere near what Anon had in mind, but whatever. My fic, my rules.
I love writing prompt fills so feel free to send them in! It might be a while before I get to it because of the hiatus, but I’ll do my best to make it happen. I fill anything that inspires me. You can send a prompt inhere.
He isn’t pretty anymore. At least, that’s what O always loves to remind him of when she wants to get under his skin. Earth—this awful, god forsaken hellhole of a planet—has marred his skin and aged his body in ways he had never imagined when he used to picture the ground. Freckles that have darkened with the sunshine are now mottled with scars carved by more blades and fists than he can count.
Bellamy had never really considered his physical appearance until the world had taken it from him. He had known he could be considered attractive, had seen the way eyes followed him as a cadet on the Ark, had seen it again when they had first landed on the ground. But it had always just been there, a way to charm the people that always smiled back at him, something that had drawn the eye of girls and several guys, too.
It had never struck him as important to his identity until the day they find the bunker just south of Polis. Its mirror stops him in his tracks as his team scavenges the rest of the room. He’s pushing forty, something he never thought he’d accomplish once they set foot on the ground, but seeing the way the hard years have aged him is still a shock. Strands of silver peek out from beneath his curls along his temples, their color stolen by the burden of so many people’s lives weighing on his shoulders.
And scars, so many scars. They tear across his cheekbones and trail down his arms, each with a story that wakes him in the middle of the night before he can be calmed and caressed back to sleep. His neck is striped with three thin lines, the reminder of threats that could still be followed through upon. He sees the shiny skin of an old bullet wound from two years ago when a trade deal had turned deadly beneath his shirt just below his collarbone, and he remembers how her hands shook as she stitched his torn flesh back together. So many scars it makes him wonder how the hell he’s still alive.
The lines around his mouth have deepened, and he wonders whether they’re derived from his smiles or his grimaces. There was a time when he wouldn’t have even considered the former, back when his days were filled with unopened bottles and watching the fiery earth beneath his fingertips. But the lips that pressed against his bare shoulder as he woke this morning and the knowledge they will be there tomorrow mean it’s probably a bit of both.
He spends the majority of the hike back to Arkadia wondering when he stopped looking like Bellamy Blake.
He’s quiet when he returns their sleepy quarters, the light of the day having faded hours earlier. She is still awake, of course she’s still awake. She always is until he slips beneath the blankets beside her and pulls her close. He expects her usual sigh of contentment, expects to drift off to sleep.
But tonight she pushes herself up on one arm and kisses his temples, fingers carding through silver-streaked curls and slipping across the marks that color his cheekbones, her own hands so much softer than those that put them there.
She trails her affections down his neck, gentle yet persistent in places that makes his toes curl. Her lips press to each of the scars on his neck, each a promise, a reminder that you’re still here, I’m still here, we’re still here.
Her lips are everywhere, leaving marks of their own that make him realize how little the others matter, how little anything matters outside of her, outside of their own little world they have created.
And finally her lips are on his, finding their home once again. She kisses him, really kisses him, the way she did that first day he told her that he loved her, that believing she was lost to the burning world had almost burnt him alive, too.
She pulls away, the lips he has memorized inside and out curling into a smile, so small but it is everything, and he thinks to himself that he has no idea how he’s still alive, but he’s indescribably grateful that he is. He’s grateful that he gets to come home every day to this woman, so fucking beautiful it still makes his breath falter even after all these years, and wake up next to her every morning.
Their story was not a love story, not really. It was written in blood and sculpted by blades that managed to nick them both along the way. But it is theirs, only theirs. And he may not be pretty anymore, but she is as picturesque as the life they have built together. He sees her radiance in everything: in the community they have fought to protect, in the furrow of her brow when he winces with the wrong movement of his bad shoulder, in the golden curls that frame a small face that reflects his own brown eyes.
The world may have taken a lot of things from him, his youth, his sleep, his peace. But no matter how hard it tries, nuclear apocalypse, six years in space, war after endless war, whatever it will throw at them next, it will never take her. It will never take Clarke Griffin from him.
Archie Andrews x reader fluffy first time smut based on 9. “I am not losing you again.” and 24. “You’re the only one I trust to do this.” 💗💗
24. “You’re the only one I trust to do this”
Warnings: NSFW, first time fluff smut.
Word count: 3,102 words sorry I got carried away
Authors note: Tysm for the request, I couldn’t really think of a way to write a plot for this so it pretty much jumps right in, I also couldn’t fit the first quote into the scenes, sorry! I hope you enjoy this sorry if it isn’t the best with the smut it isn’t something that I have every wrote before and I don’t have much experience so if there is anything happening that is incorrect please tell me so I can avoid it in further imagines! If you enjoy this and would like to be tagged in future posts then please just ask below or message me! :) Also please send more requests! Ef x
You couldn’t wait any longer, you needed it, you knew that he needed it so you decided to take matters into his own hands as he didn’t want to scare you into thinking that it was all he cared about in your relationship.
Archie had been patient. He hadn’t pressured you or tried to guilt you into having sex with him. If you were completely naive, you’d assume he had no problem with not having sex (though his showers had gotten longer lately and you weren’t stupid). Overall, he was very understanding that you were still a virgin and you weren’t ready.
But now you were ready.
“Are you sure?” Archie asked you for the billionth time as he hovered over you.
You rolled your eyes. It was cute the first few times, knowing that he wanted to make sure that you were ready and weren’t feeling pressured. But now you were just getting kind of sick of it. “Archie?” you whispered. He raised his eyebrows and you took that as your chance to flip the two of you over, you straddling his hips. “You’re the only person I trust enough to do this, I’m ready.”
He chuckled as you leaned down and pressed your lips to his, sliding your hands down his bare torso. You pulled away from his mouth and focused on unbuttoning his jeans. But you were nervous and your fingers were shaky and you were struggling. “Baby,” he cooed, his hands finding your cheeks and making you look at him. “It’s just me, okay? I’m the same idiot you’ve been dating for eight months now, there’s no need to be nervous.”
You took a deep breath, nodding. He gave you a gentle smile before dropping his hands and letting you get back to work. Finally, you were able to unbutton his jeans and pull them down when he lifted his hips. You threw them to the side and then pulled your own shirt over your head, fighting the urge to cover yourself. It wasn’t like he’d never seen you in your bra before but this was different.
Before you could do anything else, Archie had flipped the two of you again. He settled between your legs, one arm holding him up and the other hand resting beneath your jawline. “You’re beautiful,” he told you, staring into your eyes. You blushed, biting your lip as his hand traveled down. Slowly; along your neck, between the valley of your breasts, down your stomach.
It gave you goosebumps but you couldn’t ignore the shakiness of his hands. You forced out a laugh. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d assume you were nervous too,” you said.
He rested his hand on your hip, his thumb running along the bone. “I’m not,” he defended but he couldn’t meet your eyes. “It’s just- it’s your first time. And you’ve decided you want it to be with me and I-” He sighed, his forehead falling to your shoulder as he exhaled deeply. “What if I hurt you? What if I make this horrible for you and I just ruin everything?”
You ran your finger through his hair, tugging lightly so he’d lift his head. “You’re not going to ruin anything, okay?” you assured. “I trust you and I know you’re not going to hurt me.”
He stared at you for a few seconds before chuckling nervously. “This is backwards, isn’t it? You shouldn’t be consoling me,” he commented.
“Archie? Just shut up and kiss me.”
He obliged, pressing his lips to yours with force. His fingers worked your shorts, unbuttoning them and then struggling with the zipper. You heard a popping noise, causing him to pull away. “Oops,” he said bashfully, his cheeks turning pink as he held your broken zipper between his fingers.
You giggled, telling him it’s okay and urging him to pull your shorts off, along with your underwear. “Tell me if something hurts or even if you just don’t like it, okay? I want this to be good for you,” he told you seriously, gazing into your eyes as his fingers lightly brushed your folds.
You nodded and he lowered his head to your neck, pressing kisses along your skin as his middle finger met your clit, slowly beginning to draw circles. “Oh,” you sighed, your lower region tingling.
He raised his head, looking at you with boyish pride as he bit his lip. “Is that okay?” he asked, adding a bit more pressure.
“It’s way more than okay,” you admitted.
He grinned. “Good,” he said. He continued for a few more seconds before lowering his fingers to your entrance, dipping his finger in and you swore you heard a noise from the bad of his throat. “I’m gonna add a finger now, okay?”
You nodded, bracing yourself for the pain but once he did it, you didn’t feel any pain. It was a foreign feeling - and didn’t feel nearly as good as what he was doing before - but it didn’t hurt. “That doesn’t real- oh!” you cut yourself off with a moan, feeling his finger hit a spot that caused a bolt of pleasure to shoot through you.
The amount of pride on Archie’s face was unbelievable. “Right there?” he asked, hitting that spot again and causing you to clench your legs on his waist. “Relax, Y/N,” he instructed but there was a bit of amusement in his voice. “I’m gonna add another finger. Let me know if it hurts.”
He pulled out and you missed the feeling, before he pushed back into you with both fingers, immediately hitting that spot again and making you grip the bed sheets as you moaned. “Holy shit,” you mumbled, your eyes falling shut.
“I want you to come before we actually do this, hopefully it’ll make it easier for you,” he said, his fingers slowing down. “And to make that happen, I’m gonna try something, alright?”
You nodded, curious. But when he began lowering himself down your body, you panicked. “Um, wait!” you said, grabbing his hair to stop him. You must’ve pulled a little too hard because you heard him yelp. You let go, your cheeks heating up. “Sorry,” you apologized.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“I- um, I’ve never had, uh, that done to me and just- you don’t really have to do that, you know?”
Archie bit the inside of his cheek, trying to fight the smile. You were just so damn innocent. “I don’t have to, I want to. Like I said, I want to make you feel as good as possible,” he explained. “But if you don’t want me to, I won’t.”
“I’m just really nervous,” you said, letting out a big breath.
“I know,” he said, squeezing your hip reassuringly. “I’m a lot more nervous than I thought I’d be, too. But I’d really like to take care of you.”
You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath before opening them again. “Okay,” you said.
He grinned, pressing a kiss next to your belly button before he continued to his destination. He slowly pushed two fingers back into you, staring up at you to gauge your reaction. He curled his fingers and heard a little gasp come from your lips, making him grin. Not taking his eyes off of you, he lowered his mouth to your clit, gently sucking.
“Archie!” you gasped, your hands finding his hair as you clenched your thighs. Pleased by your reaction, he sucked a little rougher, his tongue playing with your clit. His free hand gripped your thigh, holding it to the bed as he quickened his fingers. “Archie, I think I’m-” you cut yourself off with a moan.
He knew you were close. “Shh, I know,” he cooed. Curling his fingers one last time, he felt you tighten around his fingers before you cried out, your body convulsing around his fingers. He kept with the pace but watched you in amazement. Seeing you come was the most beautiful thing he’d even seen, hands down. “That wasn’t so bad now, was it?” he asked once you’d come down, wiping his fingers on his boxers instead of with his mouth like he wanted to. He didn’t want to freak you out.
“That was great, thank you,” you told him, your eyes falling shut.
He giggled, kissing your forehead as he watched you relax in pure bliss. “We can stop here, you know,” he reminded you.
“I don’t think that’s what you really want,” you pointed out, glancing at his boner, dying to get out of his boxers.
His cheeks turned pink. “I want whatever you want,” he answered.
“Smooth, Arch,” you commented. You fingered the hem of his boxers, slipping your hand inside and grabbing his cock, pumping slowly the way you read about. “I want this.”
He exhaled through his nose, burying his face in your neck. He loved how soft your hand was and how firm you held him - it felt amazing but he could sense that you were still nervous, unsure about what you were doing. “That feels really good,” he whispered, leaving a slow kiss on your neck.
“You’re not just lying to me so I’ll feel better, are you?” you asked nervously, a small bit of happiness forming in your stomach.
He let out a breathy laugh. “Baby, you’re gripping the proof,” he said. “Really good is actually an understatement.”
“Oh,” you replied, swearing that your face was going to turn permanently red.
He let it continue for a little bit longer before he let out a whimper, his hand finding yours over his boxers and stopping you. “You have to stop that,” he instructed.
“Why?” you asked, eyes wide in fear that you did something wrong. He raised an eyebrow and it took you a few moments to realize the reason. “Oh.”
“Yeah,”He replied with a small chuckle. Now that he was ready to burst any second, they only had two ways to go with this. No more stalling. Archie felt his heart bang in his chest, butterflies filling his stomach. “It’s your call now.”
You stared into his Hazel eyes, darker than usual. His ginger hair was matted against his forehead, his lips pink and plump against his flushed, olive skin. He had nothing but love and adoration playing in his features and you knew. You knew you loved this boy and made no mistake deciding that you want him to be your first. “I want these off,” you said, pulling your hand out of his boxers and tugging at the fabric. You kept your voice strong because, even though you were nervous, you knew he’d treat you right.
He swallowed, nodding and let you push them down his legs as far as you could, until he just kicked them off. He reached underneath his bed, grabbing the box he kept there and pulling out a condom. He opened it with his teeth, putting it on slowly. He licked his lips, using one hand to make sure you were still wet enough. Dipping his fingers into you, he found that you were. “God, you’re still so fucking wet,” he mumbled without thought. He heard you let out a little giggle and his eyes widened, realizing he’d said it out loud. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say that out loud,” he apologized. He’d been doing his best to refrain himself so he didn’t freak you out and he’d been doing a great job until them.
“It’s okay,” you assured, finding yourself even more turned on by his vocalization.
“Are you ready?” he asked. He knew you physically were but that meant nothing if you weren’t mentally there. You nodded but that wasn’t enough. “I need to hear you say it. I need to hear you say that you’re ready and you want this.”
“I want this more than anything, Archie” you told him, not even blinking an eye as you met his gaze.
He searched for any sign of doubt or anything that could be a danger sign. Half of him was hoping you’d back out; it was less pressure. He could continue taking half hour showers so he could jack off to thought of you and he’d have to worry about nothing. All he could think about was doing this and losing control and hurting you or doing something that made you regret it and break up with him and he couldn’t stand the thought of that.
But he found nothing but honesty. Honesty and love and that made even more butterflies fill his stomach. “Okay,” he whispered. “Okay. I’m gonna go slow but don’t let me hurt you. If you don’t-”
“I know, Arch. If I don’t like it, tell you and you’ll stop,” you recited. “You’re almost as nervous as I am.”
He scoffed, resisting the urge to tell you that he was pretty sure he was more nervous. He laced his fingers with yours holding your intertwined hands on the bed by your head while he free hand guided himself to you. He breathed in before pushing in slowly, feeling himself get even harder at the sight of him disappearing inside of you.
He moved his eyes to meet yours, waiting for any sign of pain but he only saw a thoughtful look as he was halfway inside of you. “Does it hurt?” he asked.
You pursed your lips and he fought the urge to kiss them. “No, it just feels… weird. Like I’ve never had a penis inside me before,” you blurted out without thinking.
Archie couldn’t hold in his laughter. He laughed loudly and comfortably, resting his forehead on yours once he calmed down. He brushed his thumb along your darkened cheeks. “You’re so fucking cute,” he mumbled, pressing his lips to yours. “I’m gonna go the rest of the way now, okay?”
Your eyes widened. “You’re not all the way in yet?” you asked, swearing that you felt full enough as it was.
The boy beamed, his ego growing by the second. “Remember, let me know if it hurts,” he reminded before slowly pushing in the rest of the way. You gasped, your hand squeezing his. He paused. “Does it hurt?”
“Not really,” you admitted. “A little but it just… like I said, it’s a new feeling.”
Now that he was all the way in, he decided to give her a few moments to adjust. “I’m really glad you let me be your first,” Archie admitted, trying to distract you from whatever non positive feeling you felt. “It scared me at first but I’m glad I’m the one that gets to take care of you for this.”
You smiled, closing the few inches between the two of you and kissing him, slowly moving your lips together. It was slow and deep and passionate and full of love. You pulled away first. “You can move now,” you whispered.
He nodded, slowly pulling out a suppressing a groan. He’d missed how good it felt when he pushed inside, too distracted by your well being to feel it, but he definitely felt it - felt you - when he pulled out. You were so tight and warm and he knew he needed to be careful before he lost himself.
He went slow, rocking in and out of you. It began to feel better but you weren’t expecting to come, knowing it wasn’t likely that you’d come your first time.
He sped up a bit and was biting his lip, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. He angled his hips a little differently, hitting a spot that made you gasp loudly and he froze. “What happened? What’d I do?” he asked, breathing heavily.
“Nothing, that just felt really good,” you told him, surprised.
A slow grin formed on his lips. “Where was it?” he asked, beginning to move his hips again.
It took a few seconds but he finally hit the spot again. “Right there?”
“Yeah,” you gasped out.
He nodded, a whole new level of determination in him. He held off his orgasm, focusing on trying to get you to come. He knew the chances were slim but he was gonna try until he couldn’t hold off anymore.
Your legs wrapped around his waist
And your hand had left his, instead gripping the sheets. You felt the knot forming in your stomach again, your breath shallowing. Achie felt you quivering around him. “Are you close?” he asked gruffly.
You nodded. “Yeah, I think so,” you said.
“Me too,” he responded, burying his face in your neck and leaving sloppy kisses. “Just let go.”
You nodded and it took a few more thrusts before your hands flew to his hair, your nail scraping his scalp as you cried out, seeing stars. It wasn’t as powerful as your first one but it felt just as good.
As you came down, you felt Archie’s thrusts get sloppier. You tried moving your hips to meet his thrusts but you weren’t even sure what you were doing, so you gave up. You grabbed his face, trying to kiss him but he stilled inside of you, his forehead falling to yours. His eyelids lowered and his jaw slacked, a deep groan leaving his throat as he filled the condom.
He almost fell on top of you, but thought otherwise the last second and fell beside you. He took off the condom, tossing it away before getting up and heading to the bathroom. He came back with a washcloth and laid down beside you again, cleaning you up the best he could. He fought his smile when you twitched a little, still sensitive from your orgasm.
“So you don’t regret it?” He questioned, bringing the blanket over the two of you. He pulled you to him, you resting your head on his chest.
“Not at all,” you answered honestly. “Though, I might later when I wake up sore,” you joked.
He chuckled. “What do you wanna do now?” he murmured, running his fingers through your hair.
“A nap sounds amazing,” you admitted with a tired giggle.
“I love you Archie” You made sure the boy was aware of just how strong your feelings were for him.
“I love you too, Y/N” he replied. It wasn’t long before he heard your soft snores and he was able to be as giddy as he wants, glad that you finally trusted him enough to be with him.
Hopefully this was good enough for you guys, please please please leave more requests because I really enjoy writing, I will do all characters from Riverdale and all characters from Teen Wolf c:
Summary: After meeting Namjoon and Yongguk and being proposed to join a poly relationship with them, you all started a happy life.
Namjoon was a cold man. Not in a cruel way, just in the way
that he didn’t like to let his emotions show. He was only 22 but he was wildly
successful. He had a head position at the company he worked at.
The thing about Namjoon is, he likes control. Everything must
be done the way he wants, and he expects his rules to be followed. He was a
tickler for rules and order. He plans everything out and gets it done.
Yongguk is the clear opposite. He was a warm man with a
gummy smile that lit up the room. He was the oldest of the three of you, 27. He
was a mechanic, well he owned the shop, so he often came home a mess. His curly
hair matted to his face from sweat, and blotches of grease and oil on his
clothes and skin.
Yongguk was a free spirit. He was spontaneous, often going
out in the middle of the night for a random food run. He was a soft, kind man.
He never lost his temper and he was always gentle to those he loved.
And then there’s you. The girl who has both these men
wrapped around your finger.
You had met Namjoon first. You two met in a coffee shop in
the winter time. He had been sitting in the corner, working on his laptop. His
blonde hair had been pushed back off his forehead, showing the deep furrow in
his brows. He had been gnawing on his lip in concentration. He was incredibly
You had just gotten your hair done that day and were feeling
confident, so you approached him. He had greeted you with a brow raised,
leaning back in his seat with his hands folded over his stomach.
“What can I help you with, darling?” He had asked in a
smooth voice. It had sent shivers down your spine. You quickly lost your
confidence and began to flounder.
He had smirked, “Have a seat then.”
So, you did. And the two of you hit it off quickly. You
talked for a while, drinking your coffees and enjoying each other company. By
the end, you had exchanged numbers and began meeting casually.
It wasn’t long afterwards that you met Yongguk. Your car had
been having troubles so you had been advised to take it in to the local
mechanic’s shop, a suggestion by Namjoon himself. The one Bang Yongguk worked
in. What a dream meeting.
He had come out from the back, a ratty wife-beater on his
slender frame that was grease stains all over it. A large chest tattoo was on
full display along with various arm tattoos. He came to the reception desk,
wiping his hands off on a rag.
“Hey sweetheart, something I can help with?” His voice was
so deep it shocked you. He looked at you, breaking out into a kind, gummy
smile. God, he was beautiful.
“U-Um…yeah…my car’s been making a rattling noise for the
past week…I was advised to come get it checked…” You said, your voice had
trailed off as he lifted his wife-beater to wipe the sweat off his face. It
revealed his toned abdomen and left a smudge of grease on his face.
“Sure honey, let me get some forms for you to fill out.”
He had checked out your car and given the proper care. As
you were leaving, he had suddenly asked you on a date. You had quickly agreed.
It was only a couple months later that you found out the two
of them were actually friends. At first you had been embarrassed about having
been caught chatting with two men. But they assured you that there was nothing
wrong with it.
“You’re a beautiful single woman, ____.” Yongguk had said, a
shy smile on his face.
“We don’t mind if you see us both, darling.” Namjoon had
added after taking a sip of some expensive champagne.
After seeing them both for a while, they had suddenly sat
“_____, there’s something we should tell you.” He took off a
pair of glasses he was wearing and placed them on the table, before folding his
hands in front of him. He always looked like he was in a business meeting, not
that you complained because he looked sexy as hell doing it.
Yongguk on the other hand, was lounging back in the seat
drinking a coke. His chocolate eyes darted between the two of you.
“What is it?” You asked, frowning.
“Yongguk and I have a…proposition for you. Something that
would surely benefit all three of us.” Namjoon liked to draw things out. He
took forever to get to the point.
You guessed Yongguk got tired of it too because he blurted
out, “What do you think about polyamory?”
Namjoon heaved a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Have you no finesse, Yongguk?”
The tattooed man had only giggled as he sipped his coke.
“Polyamory? You mean having multiple partners?” You asked,
earning a nod from Namjoon. Yongguk had almost finished his coke by now, never
even putting the cup down.
“You see, ____, Yongguk and I have an agreement. We both
willingly share a woman if she consents to it. And since we both like you a
considerable amount, we figured we should ask what you think. I know you like
both of us too, that’s what we were hoping for.” He took a soft breath, glancing at Yongguk.
“We both completely understand if you want no part of this, a lot of people
find this…arrangement…to be rather strange.”
Yongguk, finishing his drink and putting his cup down, spoke
up again. “We just need a yes or no from you, sweetheart.”
“But we won’t rush you. Take all the time you need to think
about this. Research it if you must, or contact us if you have any questions
“Joon, why do you have to make everything sound like you’re
closing a business deal?”
“I am a business man.”
“But ____ isn’t a business partner!”
“Are you really going to argue with me on this Yongguk?”
You giggled, their bickering always made you laugh. Mostly
because of the opposite dynamic between the two of them.
“I will think about it, guys.” You had assured.
And it took about 2 weeks before you had contacted Namjoon
to tell him you wanted to meet again to give them your answer.
You three met at a fancy restaurant. Yongguk was there first
and you sat down with him while you both waiting for Namjoon to show up.
“Whatever your answer is, _____, I just want you to know
that both of us have really enjoyed having you around. It’s…been a while since
our last relationship. We’ve both been hoping that we’d meet someone.” Yongguk
was speaking seriously, looking out the window. Probably looking for Namjoon’s
“How long’s it been?” You asked, watching him purse his lips
at the question.
“Eh…I’d say 2 and a half years.” He mumbled. “It didn’t end
well last time. The girl we were with…she cheated on us. Some post British guy.
Namjoon was furious and refused to try again even though I was down to
searching again. It took him a while to get over her.” Suddenly, his eyes
widened. “B-But he’s over her now. I- We both are, I mean. W-We wouldn’t be
asking you to do this if we weren’t you know-“
You gigged, about to assure the man when Namjoon approached
to table with a sigh.
“Meeting took longer than expected, sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it. We were just having a nice talk.” You
smiled, watching him discard his blazer and put it on the back of the chair
“So, I don’t think there’s any point in postponing it.
What’s your answer, ____?”
“Joon! Be more gentle about it! You’ll scare her off if you
keep up this cold-guy façade!”
“It’s not a façade.”
“I agree to it.” You giggled out before they could begin
“You do?” Yongguk asked, a big guy smile spreading across
You nodded, your hair bouncing around your face as Yongguk
heaved a sigh of relief.
“Waiter, a bottle of your finest champagne please!” Namjoon
bustled, with a smile on his face that showed off his dimples.
A year passed. The relationship between the two of you was
going smoothly. You had moved in with them, as it turned out they had been
living together for years. Both men had opened their door to you with open
arms. You all quickly fell into a routine.
Yongguk left in the morning at 5 to open up shop and get
everything ready for the day. Then Namjoon left at 9 to get to the office. You
stayed home, doing some house work and spending the day cooking for both men
for when they got home.
At the beginning of the relationship you tried to convince
them to let you keep your job waitressing, and they did. Until they realized
how run down you had become. Then they began to raise their protests. But when
you came home crying because of a rude customer and your boss screaming at you
for how you responded, they officially told you to quit.
You felt bad because you didn’t want to depend on them like
that, but they assured you they both made enough money. And they said if you
managed to find another job that wasn’t waitressing, to go for it. But you
didn’t, so you’ve remained like this.
You couldn’t complain, it was a nice way to spend your days.
Unfortunately, during your time alone at the apartment one
day, you got a visitor. You had been washing the dishes when the doorbell rang.
Heaving a sigh, you wiped your hands off on a rag while walking to the door to
When you opened the door, there was a girl there. She was
probably a little older than you. Her brown hair was curled and fell around her
shoulders, her lips were painted red and she wore an expensive pair of
sunglasses. Judging by her Gucci purse, you could only assume the skin tight
red dress and 6 inch black heels she wore were also designer.
When she heard the door open, she smiled brightly only to
see it was you and the smile faded.
“Oh…who are you? Where are Joon and Guk?” Her voice held
some degree of malice.
Joon and Guk? They
must be close. You thought.
“They’re not home yet. Yongguk should be home in about 15
“Oh, I know when he’ll be home honey.” She said, eying you
up and down. “I guess I’ll come back another day. What a pain.” She flipped her
hair over her shoulder with a sigh.
“I can take your name and give it to them if you’d like.”
She furrowed her brows and spoke again. “Who are you anyway?
A house sitter?”
You chuckled. “Ah, no. I’m their…uh…roommate.”
“I see. Anyway, don’t bother telling them I was here I’ll
just come by again when one of them’s home.”
With that, she turned around and clicked her way down the
hallway. The oven timer started going off so you shut the door and hurried over
to get the food out.
Right on time, Yongguk strode through the door with a loud
“Dinner ready, babygirl? Joon should be home soon, he called
to say he needed to pick up some wine or something, you know him.”
“Yeah, it’s ready. You can start eating if you’d like.” You
didn’t bother telling him about the visitor, as she told you not too. To be
honest, you didn’t really care enough.
“Nah, I’ll wait.”
And Namjoon came home with two bottles of wine, sat down for
dinner with you two. You stayed up together for a little while before you all
headed to bed.
To be honest, you completely forgot about the female visitor
until she showed up again on a Sunday a month and a half later.
This time she was wearing a babypink graphic tee over a pair
of ripped jeans and a pair of nude heels. Her brown hair was up and she didn’t
have any sunglasses on. She was…incredibly beautiful. Model material.
“Oh, you again. They home?” She asked, forsaking a greeting.
“Um…Yongguk is.” You said.
“Cool,” you sputtered in surprise as she barged her way into
the house. “Gukkie, baby!”
Yongguk came wandering out of the bedroom with a confused
look on his face but it changed into a glare. You’d never seen such a nasty
look on that man’s face.
“Keiko…” He clicked his jaw in annoyance. “The fuck are you
“Don’t act like that, baby. I came to talk to you and
Joonie. I want to explain everythi-“ Yongguk held up his hand.
“Save it, Keiko. Neither of us care anymore.”
“Well obviously you do, or else you wouldn’t look so angry
“I’m not angry with you, I’m angry that you have the balls
to show up here after what you did.” Yongguk stormed through the living room
towards the door. “I suggest you leave before Namjoon gets here.”
“No, I’m going to wait for him. We both know he’s always
been the sensible one.”
There was a pregnant pause that Yongguk took to glare a hole
through the girl.
“Um…what’s going on?” You asked softly, drawing their
attention to you.
She was about to say
something when the door opened, bumping Yongguks shoulder.
“Shit, sorry.” Namjoon said, patting his shoulder before
shutting the door. He hadn’t noticed Keiko’s presence yet. But when he did, he
“What the fuck are you doing here, Keiko?” He repeated the
same thing Yongguk did earlier. “Get the fuck out of this house right now or
I’ll throw you out myself.”
“Don’t call me that. You lost that privilege years ago. To
show up here isn’t only stupid but disrespectful.” He seethed.
“Disrespectful?” The other girl ground out. “To who! I’m
just trying to fix things.”
“To me and Yongguk and most importantly _____.” He shouted,
gesturing angrily to you, making you jump.
“It’s been 3 and half years since you cheated on us Keiko.
We’ve moved on. We have _____ now.” Yongguk said, pulling you against his side.
“We don’t need you. We don’t want you, Keiko.” Namjoon
snarled, getting into her face. “Leave.”
Keiko scoffed, her eyes tearing up. You didn’t know if it
was in humiliation or if she was really upset she lost them. Either way, she
stormed out of the house and slammed the door, making you jump.
“What the heck was that about…?” You whispered.
“Who the fuck cares.” Namjoon snarled before storming out of
the living room to his office.
Yongguk sighed, wandering to the couch to sit down.
“I don’t want talk about it _____.”
“No, _____. Drop it.” Yongguk hissed, before he too
disappeared. This time to the bedroom.
You sighed, sinking into the spot Yongguk just vacated.
You huffed softly, sitting on the couch watching an old
drama rerun. Things have been tense in the house since Keiko came around to
stir the pot. Namjoon’s barely been home, picking up extra hours at the office
to avoid the house. And Yongguk has been angrier, losing his temper on the
You’d basically been walking on eggshells, and quite frankly
you were growing tired of it.
Yongguk was holed away in the bedroom, doing god knows what.
It was 11:45 before
Namjoon strode through the door. He looked a mess. His tie was pulled down and
his hair was everywhere like he had been messing with it all day. And moreso,
he smelled like he’d been drinking.
That wasn’t unusual, but he never drank to get drunk.
“What are you doing up?” He snapped, throwing his blazer on
a coat hook.
“Just…can’t sleep…” You mumbled, careful not to say
something to piss him off.
“Well go to bed. I don’t want you up.”
You scoffed, “That’s a bit rude.”
“Don’t test me _____.” He growled.
“What’s going on with you Namjoon?” You ground out. “You’ve
been acting like this ever since Keiko came. You and Yongguk. Why are you both
doing this?” Your voice had slowly risen throughout your questioning. You could
hear Yongguk open the bedroom door, signaling he was joining the scene.
“Don’t talk to me like that _____. Watch your mouth.”
You rolled your eyes. “Stop the act Namjoon. You’re the one
acting like an asshole. You and Yongguk. I get you’re both upset about her
showing up, but I don’t deserve to be treated like this! Why are you even so
bothered by this, she cheated on you! She doesn’t deserve you acting so upset
“Don’t you think I fucking know that, _____?!” Namjoon
shouted, getting into your face. “And don’t you fucking talk about her like
Yongguk was standing in the hallway, leaning against the
wall watching it all unfold.
“What, are you still in love with her? Is that what the
problem is?” You whispered.
You watched Namjoon still and swallow sharply, obviously
hesitating. “I’m going to shower.” Is all he said before he stormed to the
You scoffed in disbelief, sitting back down as you felt the
sting of tears.
“Don’t mind that, sweetheart. I’ll talk to him.” Yongguks
baritone reverberated through the room before he left you alone with your
“…she cheated on us.
Some post British guy. Namjoon was furious and refused to try again even though
I was down to searching again. It took him a while to get over her.”
Yongguks words passed through your mind.
Did Keiko showing back
up make Namjoon’s feelings come back?
You decided to sleep on the couch that night. You couldn’t
stomach sleeping with them after what just happened. You fell asleep watching
nighttime television and holding in your tears.
A few days passed before they finally sat you down to talk
to you about it all.
“I know if you’re angry with us _____, I completely
understand…” Namjoon mumbled, dropping his face into his hands. You kept your
eyes on Yongguk who sat across from you in the arm chair, giving you a
“Why’d you behave like that?” You asked, biting your lip to
stop the quiver in your voice from showing too much.
Namjoon sighed. “_____, it’s complicated.”
“No, it’s not Namjoon.” Yongguk grumbled.
“I was just…hurt I guess.” Namjoon whispered, looking up at
you. “Being cheated on after devoting yourself to a relationship like that…I
was so hurt afterwards. I didn’t have to deal with her all this time. Then she
just showed up acting like we were the ones who wanted her. Like we would wait
for her after what she did? It pissed me off so much. I just…took it out on
you. On both of you.”
“Dumbass.” Yongguk grumbled.
Namjoon chuckled. “I know…____…don’t you have anything to
You sighed. “I guess I can understand that, Namjoon…”
“Atta girl.” Yongguk praised. “Now, what do you say we take
this to the bedroom for some passionate, hot make-up sex?”
“Real subtle Guk.”
“I am who I am, Joon.”
“You’re a joke.”
“Tell me that while ____ choking on my dick.”
Your bare back hit the bed, making you bounce slightly. In
an instant, Namjoon was over you with his lips attached to your neck. He was
creating little red marks all over the sensitive skin, drawing tiny whimpers
from your lips.
Yongguk, who had shed his shirt, climbed in behind you so
you could lean against his lap.
“Joon’s got a treat for you, babygirl.” He ground out,
feeling your weight against his hard on in his jeans.
Namjoon’s rough hands spread your legs, exposing your wet
pussy to his eyes for the first time in a long while.
“Shit babygirl, look at that…so fucking wet…”
“You want Joonie to eat your little cunt, baby?” Yongguk
asked, brushing your hair out of your face.
“Yes!” You cried out, feeling Namjoon’s breath against your
“Yes, what baby?”
“Fuck, that’s it. Call me that again.” Namjoon commanded,
you could see him grinding against the bed.
Then, in a flash he was eating your cunt for all he was
worth. His tongue slid desperately against your clit, drawing cries from you. He
was slurping up every drop you gave him. He was moaning like a madman into your
cunt as he tasted you.
“Fuck, that’s it Joon. Does our babygirl taste good? Huh?
How’s her cunt taste?”
Namjoon pulled back with a groan to look at Yongguk over
“So fucking good. She’s so fucking sweet.” Namjoon suddenly
introduced his fingers, sliding in two slender digits into your gripping pussy.
“God, _____, I’m gonna make you cum so hard.”
“Ah, Daddy, that feels suh-so good!” You whined, gripping
Yongguk’s biceps behind you, trying to keep yourself grounded while Namjoon
dove back in to swirl his tongue around your clit.
“Joonie eating your pussy good baby?” Yongguk asked with a
groan, feeling his cock throb in its confinement.
Namjoon’s tongue was a work of magic. His tongue swirling
wildly against the pulsing nub of your clit. His fingers sliding in and out of
you, kissing your g-spot with every pass, causing your hips to jerk. Yongguk’s
hands weren’t idle either, their cupped your breasts and pinched your sensitive
nipples between his fingers.
“She’s gonna cum.” Namjoon announced, feeling your cunt
hugging his intruding fingers.
“Fuck yeah she is. Cum baby.” Yongguk growled. “Cum for your
Your back arched, your nails sinking into Yongguk’s tan
skin. Your cunt convulsed around Namjoon’s fingers and his tongue continued to
swirl around your clit, making your legs shake around his head. Namjoon spent a
moment after your orgasm subsided cleaning you up, drinking up every drop of
cum you gave him. Then, he slid his fingers out of your and left a fleeting
kiss on your clit.
“Daddy’s gonna fuck you now, sweetheart.” Namjoon ground
out, discarding his black boxers on the floor somewhere.
Yongguk sat behind you, the picture of self-control, lightly
petting your hair as your body continued to lightly tremble from the force of
“Fuck, look at that pretty little cunt, Guk.”
“So pink and wet…” Yongguk rasped, licking his lips as his
fingers trailed down your body to lightly pet your pulsing heat. He spread your
lips open with his fingers, letting Namjoon watch as a drop of your cum dripped
out, making the younger man groan.
“That’s it, I need to fuck you babygirl.”
Namjoon pinned your legs open before guiding his cock into
your entrance. You both shared a moan of pleasure at the feeling of him
stretching your walls. He didn’t pause for a second before pulling out and
slamming back into you. Yongguk pinned your hips down to keep you from grinding
against Namjoon’s cock.
“You’re so fucking tight around me, Princess.” Namjoon
ground out. “I want you to cum again, baby.”
Yongguk took that initiative by using his fingers to attack
your clit. The cry you let out caused both men to groan. Namjoon increased his
pace, driving his cock into your clutching pussy. It didn’t take long before
you are erupting in orgasm again, the last one you had making you sensitive to
both men’s touches.
“Shit, I’m gonna cum too.” Namjoon gasped out, his hips
faltering before driving into you faster. The sound of his hips meeting your
skin filled the room. You continued to write underneath Namjoon, desperately
trying to dislodge Yongguks fingers from your oversensitive clit that he
continued to circle despite your orgasm having passed.
“She’s holding my cock so tight. Keep doing that Guk.”
Namjoon encouraged, ignoring your whines of overstimulation.
Suddenly, Namjoon drove his cock into you to the hilt,
letting his cum fill you up with a loud groan of your name. His head fell
backwards while his body trembled from the force of his orgasm. His cock began
to soften inside you before he pulled it out.
“Shit, so fucking good babygirl.” He whispered, panting
against your lips as he planted a delicate kiss on them.
Then, he switched places with Yongguk.
You leaned your back against Namjoon’s chest while Yongguk
took his place between your legs. He quickly discarded his jeans and boxers,
letting his hard cock out.
“Fuck I’m so hard, I’m not gonna last long at all
sweetheart.” Yongguk’s strong hands, callused from years of working on cars,
pinned your legs together and up against your chest. “Hold her there, Joon.”
Namjoon wrapped his hand around your legs so you couldn’t
get out of the position. You whimpered softly, feeling exposed to Yongguk’s
gaze as he watched your pussy drip for him.
“Shh babygirl, Daddy’s here.” Namjoon whispered, leaning
down to kiss your head.
Without warning, you felt the hot head of Yongguk’s dick
against the wet lips of your cunt. Then, he was sliding in and you were crying
out. The position allowed him to hammer directly into your g-spot, never
failing in making your body twitch at the onslaught of pleasure it offered. His
thrusts were a little sloppy, probably because of how desperate he was to cum.
But, he would never dare neglect you.
His punishing thrusts were bringing you closer to orgasm,
already sensitive to his touches.
“Play with her clit, Joon. Make her cum around my cock.”
Namjoon chuckled at the little squeal you emitted at his
soft fingers on your sensitive button. His finger was cupped between your folds,
not allowing you to wiggle away from the sensation. Your eyes rolled back in
your head as you began to cum.
“Daddy!” You cried out. “Fuck, Daddy! That feels so good.”
“That’s a good girl. Cumming so fucking good for your
Daddies. Shit, I’m gonna cum too.” Yongguk was letting out raspy moans, keeping
a steady pace with his hips, fucking you through the orgasm that flowed through
your body making you tremble and tear up with pleasure.
A shock of heat in your pussy made you whimper, loving the
feeling of your Daddy’s cum filling you up. Yongguk gave a couple more thrusts,
letting his orgasm ride into slight overstimulation, something he loved. After
a few trembles, he pulled out and Namjoon dropped your legs, letting them fall
to the bed.
“Shit, that was good.” Yongguk sighed, falling to the bed
beside you and Namjoon who was lightly petting your hair as you calmed down.
After a moment of silence, you spoke.
“So…you don’t love her?”
Yongguk chuckled and Namjoon groaned.
“No baby. I don’t love her. I love you.”
“I love you too.” You giggled, nuzzling his bare tummy.
“Hey, what about me!” Yongguk whined.
“Who invited you?”
it’s shit im sorry but ive been working on it for like a week so here it is.
Hey Jaelyn, could you share the psd you used here? /post/156317277804/htgawm-3b-countdown-call-it-mothers-intuition it's so beautiful!
Omg thank you so much. I’m glad you liked it. <3
The psd I used for that set and the other htgawm3bcd gifsets are psds I made. However, the settings for the selective color layers are different from each other, so there isn’t really one psd I use for all of my gifs, you know? And even then, I’m not too familiar with the process of sharing psds, and I’m not sure if I’m confident enough to share them just yet (keyword: yet; I might be up for this in the future, but idk right now). But I can quickly show you how I colored each one, if you don’t mind.
Please like/reblog if this was helpful for you.
Note: this is just a coloring tutorial and mainly for people who have basic knowledge on making gifs already. Also, I use Photoshop CS5, but this should work with other Photoshops as well.
How would you feel about someone getting a bright sessions tattoo?? Like the logo or the phrase "I need you to keep me green" or anything from the show really ???? Would you be comfortable with that???
Oh boy, what a question! I am very much of the mind that people’s bodies are their own and no one has any business telling them what to do with it. So if you’re a sober adult, you tattoo whatever you want on your body. If you’re comfortable, I’m comfortable.
On a broader, philosophical level, the thought of someone getting words that I wrote permanently put on their body is incredibly weird and surreal and also super flattering? If anyone does get a TBS tattoo, pls send pics because I literally cannot even conceptualize how I would react to that. Like: really? A thing from my brain???? On your body???? Forever???? Wild.
YOU CANNOT GIVE DEFINITIVE CONSENT WHILE INTOXICATED. Robert WAS subject to unwanted sexual advances irregardless of his own persistence to perform them. He could under no justification give consent. Bex recognised that he was drunk and was fully aware that he would regret it-Considering the countless times he has soberly indicated that he does not want her YET she convinced herself that requiting the act was acceptable under the circumstances? While having the capability to act APPROPRIATELY?
can i tattoo this on my forehead anon?
i think this is why so many people have such a problem with us saying it was rebecca that took advantage, instead of the other way around. i don’t actually know what he said to her as i actually couldn’t put myself through watching that scene (not because of the actual cheating, but all of this consent stuff hit me straight away.) but i have seen quotes/gifs. i think a lot of people take him saying what he did as direct consent, and if he was sober it would have been, but he was incapable of standing properly, so what he said made absolutely no difference.
she knew he was drunk, she pushed him off the first time and actually acknowledged it. and if i remember correctly she said something about not putting herself through it again (correct me if i’m wrong) but she knew exactly what she was doing, she said he was too drunk, so she should have stopped it going too far. i’m not saying that robert’s innocent, he shouldn’t have gotten so drunk, but if i’m going to lay the blame on one person for it all, it’s easily going on rebecca.
i’ve been drunk way too much in my life already, and i have never acted appropriately whilst drinking, in fact i’m a mess. so for rebecca to take him seriously, to go as far as thinking she was still in with a chance with him the next morning is something i can’t get my head around. it’s ridiculous to think that she didn’t know he was acting like he did because he was in pain, she knew what he was going through and i personally belief that if The Incident didn’t happen, she would have tried again sometime soon regardless, because she is desperate for him. and it just makes all the ‘forced’ abortion stuff even stranger for me.
i know a lot of people love rebecca, but i really don’t understand how people can fully defend anything she’s done.
He does! Or, well, he has had at least one and I’m not sure whether it’s the first one he has ever had or one in a series of many. Here, let me give you the screenshots from s2e5:
That was the nightmare sequence. So, yeah, there was at least one of them. My personal take is that it was one (particularly bad) example of many, but you could definitely argue that it was the only one. I’ll explain both sides and you can decide for your own^^
Why it could be the only nightmare he has gotten so far: immediately after waking up, he packed his things and and left, scared that Zarkon was tracking him. This is his face after waking up:
Just look at it compared to when he got to sleep:
He is absolutely shaken, his eyes are wide and fearful. The thought of Zarkon tracking him/looking back at him when it should be his own reflection in the blade was undoubtedly what drew him to run away. If it was just one of many nightmares, would he really have reacted that way? Even if it was a really bad one? Keith is, after all, pretty rational in most of his decisions that could affect the team.
And now to why I think that it was one nightmare of many: Here is the full waking up sequence:
He wakes up, gasps for air and then reaches for his dagger almost hesitantly. Which, okay, that totally makes sense if he is scared of Zarkon looking back at him. However, waking up from an unexpected nightmare usually leaves you confused and full of fear to the point that you act on your instincts or (if it’s really bad) aren’t even completely sure anymore where you are.
None of this is the case here. Keith is scared of what he might see in his dagger, but he didn’t look particularly surprised to be in his room. He also doesn’t seem to feel threatened, despite the fact that Red attacked him in the dream and he was surrounded by Galra soldiers. If he had felt threatened, he would have most likely drawn the dagger out from under his pillow the moment he sat up, especially since he seems to have slept with it for a long time now.
So yeah, I think it wasn’t his first time waking up like this. He knows that it was a nightmare. It was, however, a pretty bad one - which is why he still checks for his reflection in his knife. His eyes are wide and fearful but as soon as he sees that it’s really him in there-
-he is pretty calm again. A nightmare. Okay. He knows how to deal with those. (Except that this nightmare was special because it directly addressed the fears he expressed just earlier today.)
I’m not finished yet, though. There are also the scenes that are preceding the nightmare. There is Keith waiting to talk to Shiro about his suspicions about a Galra connection but then thinking better of it - he addressed those before when Allura talked about hers btw, but why he didn’t tell Shiro is a whole other topic - followed by him staring at his dagger.
3 out of 4 expressions portray sadness, insecurity and inner conflict. And then there is the last frame. He almost looks expectant there. At first I thought that it was part of the nightmare already, but the nightmare starts with Keith in the small ship from the hanger that brings him to Red. It is some kind of transition. However, there were absolutely no transition-like frames from where he left Shiro to this scene, from one part of the nightmare to the other or from the nightmare ending to him waking up. So why include this frame if it doesn’t tell us anything? And what is the only thing he could expect before falling asleep?? A nightmare. Why would he expect a nightmare if he has never had one before?
So, yeah. I think Keith gets nightmares, plural. All of this is just my personal take though. As I said before, both headcanons of him having nightmares (maybe not regularly but occasionally) and of this being his first nightmare are totally valid. There is so little material to go off that I can’t say I’m 100% confident in my interpretation of it… I’m more, like, 60% sure. If anyone wants to add to it, feel free to do so^^
I was watching John's Irene speech in TLD and I know many of us know that a huge part of it applies to Molly. When John said, "Trust you [Sherlock] to fall for a sociopath [Irene]," I remembered this bit Moffat said at the Comic Con back in 2013, "I don't think they're [Sherlock & Molly] gonna end up dating. Two sociopaths in one relationship would not be a good idea." Well, what do you know? Sherlock has long fell for a sociopath. She just happened to be wearing a lab coat instead of nothing!
Yeah, there’s another one of those “Moffat, why??” moments lol. There’s no logic to it at all. Fist of all, Molly is the least like a sociopath on the show. And second, the writers have stated that Sherlock clearly isn’t a sociopath and that’s simply what he calls himself. It literally sounds like one of those things he says just to get a reaction from people. I know you were just making a cute/funny wording observation but I couldn’t help picking on Moffat’s statement a bit. ;)
And now you’re gonna get me on another tangent lol…although I do believe that the meaning of John’s words apply well to Molly, sadly I don’t think that would have occurred to him. I think here we have an instance of John seeing but not observing. (at least, up to TFP, where perhaps he got some facts straightened out) I feel like John is just making the overly obvious assumption. I mean, the fist time he sees Irene, she’s literally naked and on top of Sherlock. And then he watches her flirt with him, exchange lusty glances, and set her mobile alert on his phone to an *ahem* enthusiastic sound clip. What guy isn’t going to assume his bestie is interested in that when he finds out she still sends him texts like 3-4 yrs later? But when it comes to Molly, even in s4e2, John refers to Molly as “the last person you’d think of” when bringing her up to Sherlock. Lol! Say what now, John?? And here is where I’ll put some perspective on this and stop just talking about John like he’s an idiot. (tho, ok he has been a little) Most of what happened between Sherlock and Irene happened in front of John and/or he knew all about it. We can say absolutely that the very opposite is true with Sherlock and Molly. The most emotionally charged scenes for sherlolly have taken place alone. No one else was present, and that includes John. (again, up to TFP) Even stuff that’s not on screen, much of it was obviously not observed by John. Sherlock staying at Molly’s flat, working at the lab with her without John at times, calling her for help with random things…all of that. Most of what John has observed of them has been less than warm and fuzzy, except for the apology and cheek kiss at the xmas party. I think I’ve said it before, but I will repeat that if John knew half of the stuff that has gone down between Sherlock and Molly, he would have been giving that “get yourself a piece of that” speech to Sherlock a long time ago. And it would have been about Molly Hooper.
I usually use a sickeningly sweet Customer Service Voice, but I guess one day recently I had just had enough and dropped The Voice in the middle of a phone call. The customer on the other end of the phone just went “Your voice… changed… why did your voice change..?” I didn’t even answer her though, I was too distracted by whatever it was she wanted me to do in our computer system.
(that's not a question for Marlene and you may take all the time you need to answer it) I was just wondering, if you were to fall in love like REALLY crazy in love with a girl but were still just as in love as you already are with Matt, would you consider trying to be in an open relationship where you would interact with Matt and the girl and Matt would just interact with you?? Or would you make a choice between them?? I don't mean to be rude I'm just curious (n weird) Thanks!
((OOC: well… That’s oddly specific? And weirdly invasive? *shudders*))
not even a request, just got this idea in my head and now I can’t get it out,, help. Also I had to go on actual cam girl sites to know how it works and I actually made a friend lmao (shoutout to kristina, from Warsaw, you are Lovely xx) (also no disrespect to cam girls, y'all work hard and are awesome)
Y/C = your city x
DAN’S POV (never done that before so it Sucks™)
Editing. It’s all I do, all day, everyday. It gets tiring, and all I wanted was a break. As I stared at my bright laptop screen in my dark bedroom, I stumbled across an ad for a website that promised “beautiful women to make you drool!”. Now, usually I don’t fall for stupid shit like this, but honestly I was so sick of editing I would’ve clicked anything. As soon as I clicked it, a separate tab opened, revealing a site full of preview clips of various girls talking/flashing to their desperate forty year old audience.
My eyes scanned over the range of girls the site was offering until I focused on the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. The preview showed her blowing a flirty kiss to the camera, her beautiful eyes sparkling. I clicked on her without hesitation, which led me to a page telling me a bit about her. Much to my delight, she was live. I clicked on her live feed, but was distrusted by the stupid site wanting me to register first. Quickly filling in all my details, I went back to her profile and returned to her live feed.
“Hello, Daniel” she said, leaning closer to the camera as she read my name off the screen. Hundreds of other guys were commenting on her live chat, saying needy shit. One particularly bold guy commented “TAKE OFF YOUR SHIRT!!”. I cringed at how needy all these people were. The girl giggled and smiled at the camera. “Okay, okay, I will” she said, smirking at the camera. She slowly lifted up her shirt teasingly, before taking it off completely, revealing a lacy black bra. I found myself start to get turned on, she was just so goddamn beautiful. “Okay guys, that’s it for today! See you next week” she said, before logging off.
I was left feeling frustrated and uncomfortably hard. I was about to go watch some poem or something, when a pop up appeared on the screen. “Want more? Pay £30 for a private session with this girl!”. I stared at the screen, furrowing my eyebrows in thought. Was j about to spend money on some random girl on a cringe website? Apparently so, as my hands seemed t move at their own accord, clicking on “but a session”. Just like that, the money was taken from my account and a new loading screen appeared on the page.
Her beautiful smile filled the screen as she cocked her head to the side, still only in her bra. “Hi Daniel. You were in my show early, aren’t you?”
“Yes, I was” I replied quietly, before realising she couldn’t hear me. I was about to type a message in when she answered.
“Well nice to see you again”. She could hear me? I noticed the small box on the corner of the screen, and realised she could see me too. The hideous lighting from my laptop must have made me look terrible, but at that moment I didn’t readily care.
“What’s your name?” I asked her, genuinely curious.
She raised a perfect eyebrow, that sexy smirk still on her face. “Interesting, most guys don’t bother to ask. My name is y/n. Y/n Y/ln.”
‘Y/n…’ I thought, smiling internally. A beautiful name for a beautiful girl.
“So, Dan. What can I do for you?” she asked. I blushed at the thought of all the things I could say to her, all the things I could tell her to do. But I didn’t want to come across like one of those needy guys on her live chat. I decided to opt for a different route.
“Whatever you want to do, y/n” I answered, smiling lazily. She smiled at this and seemed to think about what to do before talking.
“Is it just me, or is it unfair that I’m almost naked and you’re still fully clothed?” She teased, biting her lip. I gulped at her words, before tugging my shirt off. “Better” she said, nodding her head in approval.
“I love that bra of yours, but I think I’d love it even more to see you without it” I said, trying to sound more confident than I actually was. She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, slowly, ever so slowly, dragging the straps down her beautiful shoulders before it fell off. I couldn’t help but stare at her boobs and in that moment I wanted nothing more than to be there, kissing her torso and sucking on her nipples.
My jeans were getting uncomfortably tight now, so I unbuttoned them and pulled out and awkwardly shuffled out of them, revealing my boxers. The tent in them was embarrassingly obvious, but y/n seemed into it. “If I was there with you, I’d leave loving kisses from those collarbones of your to your v line, massaging you r balls with my tongue before licking alone down to your skit…” she began. I stroked myself through my boxers, groaning slightly before pulling them off completely, revealing them to y/n.
My eyes widened as I watched her sneak a hand into her panties, rubbing herself with her head thrown back. It was honestly the hottest thing I’d ever seen, and when she moaned I thought I was gonna cum right then. “Go on baby girl, play with that pretty pussy of yours. Imagine it’s me next to you, touching you where you want me to , making you feel so good”. She moaned again at my words, making me stroke wrapt my whole hand aground myself and pump hard.
“Fuck, I’m so close Dan!” she told me, grinding on her own fingers as she thrust them in and out.
“Me too baby girl. Don’t cum till I say so” I warned, my dominant side coming out. I felt that familiar warmth in my stomach as my orgasm approached and i moved my hands faster and faster. “Okay now!” I ordered. Y/n yelled in pleasure as her orgasm washed over her, swearwords spilling out of her lips. I came immediately after, cum shooting onto my hands and a little on the laptop screen.
After a few moments of silence as we both caught our breath, y/n spoke. “So what do you think? Would you say that was worth thirty quid?”. She had her flirtatious smile on again that made my heart beat faster.
“Hmmm. Not quite yet. I think it wouldn’t be complete until you agree to be mine” I replied, smiling at her.
“A long distance relationship? Wouldn’t that be hard?” She questioned, eyebrows furrowed.
“Oh I’m sure we could find other ways to make up for the lack of intimacy….”