but not a girlfriend either

anonymous asked:

I feel like Monty would call his gf "babe" "baby" and "baby girl" like all the time

Definitely agree on the “babe.” Not so sure about the “baby” and the “baby girl” but that could also just be due to my own personally preference??? Either way, he’d have pet names for his girlfriend up the wazoo and he’d use them all the time. Especially if they were embarrassing pet names.

I’m so scared because you never shut up about how much you love me, but my brother’s best friend couldn’t shut up either about how much he loved his girlfriend, and now 2 years later he finds himself looking at other girls in nightclubs. He’s getting tired of her eventually, and the saddest part is that she’s still into him.
For now you never let go of my hand when we’re in nightclubs, and you don’t want to dance with anyone but me, but I’m so scared that one day, 2 years from now, you’ll leave me alone on a seat, and your eyes will imperceptibly scan the crowd in search of other prettier, skinnier, funnier girls.
You will get tired of me eventually, and the saddest part is that, I’ll still be into you.
—  Let’s not end up like this
Ace Keith Headcanons
  • He didn’t know it back then. He didn’t care about it. Ignored all his classmates who were passing around lewd magazines and just continued browsing why on earth pluto was no longer a planet. The injustice! 
  • When his classmates at the Garrison asked him if he ever had a girlfriend 
    “Never had one.” 
    “A boyfriend then?” 
    “Nope. None of that either.”
    “But why?”
    “I was not aware it was a requirement, Charles.”
    Others thought he was a snob and a bit snarky after that.
  • At night he just read books. Sometimes he drew things like spaceships and alien warships. He loved outer space and he was going to be an ace pilot and be the youngest pilot to go on a mission. His roommate gave up inviting him to parties to meet possible mates. “Have fun.” “You too.”
  • When he wanted to be alone, he snuck up to the rooftop just so he could trace the constellations and get more inspiration for his drawings. He liked the quiet and the natural light the moon gave him to see what he was drawing on his skethpad.
    “What are you doing in a place like this at this hour, cadet?”
    Keith looked up to see the one and only Garrison Golden Boy.
    “I could say the same for you, Sir.” He got back to drawing.
    Shiro sat beside him and just watched him draw in silence. 
  • It became a thing. Shiro finding Keith on the rooftop, reading or drawing. They usually didn’t even talk, until Shiro broke their usual silence.
    “How come you’re always up here? Why are you not with your friends? It’s not everyday you get to be in the city and have fun.”
    Keith shrugged. “Hmm. Not really my type of fun or thing.”
    “Huh. Interesting.”
  • They became friends after that. Their feet dangling on the rooftop as Shiro would tell Keith a joke or something that happened to him in class. Keith didn’t draw all the time, he’d have the sketchpad on his lap and just laugh and tell Shiro things too.
  • Their conversation led to talking about crushes one time, because that topic was always interesting.
    “Had my first crush back in elementary,” Shiro laughed. “A bit silly to be honest. Then she liked me back and we became a couple.”
    “Wow. That’s so… young.” Keith chuckled.
    “How about you? Who was your first crush?”
    Keith furrowed his eyebrows. “I’ve never had one.”
    “What?” Shiro asked, a bit scandalized at the revelation. “No way!”
    “I just haven’t seen anyone that way, I guess. If it happens, then it happens. But to be honest, I don’t think anyone will even like me since I’m not into that or see anyone like that.” Keith forced a fake cough. 
    Shiro was silent for a while and then he smiled. “Keith, do you know the word for that?”
    “The word for what?” Keith looked confused.
    “The word for what I think you are,” Shiro smiled fondly. “It’s asexual. Or ace for short. It’s basically someone who doesn’t experience sexual attraction.”
    Keith blinked. “Oh.” Then he smiled. “I like that. Ace. What a nice word.”
    “It is. You’re literally an Ace Pilot.” Shiro laughed.
    “Oh, shut up.” Keith nudged Shiro playfully, causing his skethpad to fall.
  • The next few months they were on the rooftop, Keith started the talk.
    “I think I have my first crush now.”
    “Oh really? Who is it?” Shiro raised an eyebrow, curious.
    “It’s basically someone you admire, right?”
    “Yeah.”
    Keith nodded. “Okay, I’m sure it’s a crush then.”
    “Keith! Who is it? Oh my god. Don’t kill me this way, man. I must know!”
    Keith laughed. “Oh, I’m pretty sure you’ll know one day, Shiro.”
    Shiro sat back, thinking that was probably enough of an answer. “Okay, so you have this crush on someone now. What do you want to do?”
    “I might want to hold his hand one day. If he’d let me.”
    Shiro smiled at his friend. “I hope you get to hold that boy’s hand, Keith.”
  • A few months later, Keith asked Shiro if he could hold his hand.
secret relationship starters

Feel free to alter to fit muses.

  • “I am not ready for them to find out about us!”
  • “It’s cool, [name] promised to cover for me.”
  • “My roommate’s out of town. Want to stay the weekend?”
  • “We’ve got to stop being so careless.”
  • “Look, if we get found out, I could get fired!”
  • “It’s hard to believe you actually care about me when you’re so hellbent on keeping this from all your friends.”
  • “I can’t tell them! Do you have any idea how they’d react?”
  • “Jesus, with all this sneaking around, it’s like being closeted all over again.”
  • “We have to tell them sooner or later.”
  • “Let’s tell them the truth. Tonight.”
  • “I’m only dating [name] as a cover. You’re still my baby.”
  • “[Name] agreed to ‘date’ me until we’re ready to tell everyone.”
  • “Are you ashamed of me?”
  • “I spent two hours hiding underneath your bed until they left!”
  • “Shit! Someone’s coming! Get in the closet, get in the closet!”
  • “Let’s just tell them! What’s the worst that could happen?”
  • “No one can know about us.”
  • “Let’s just keep this between us for now, okay?”
  • “People wouldn’t like it if they knew, you know that.”
  • “I’m not ashamed of you, I’m just not ready to tell anyone yet.”
  • “You still haven’t told your parents about us? But you promised!”
  • “It’s kind of fun, having a secret.”
  • “Let’s go out of town. Somewhere where nobody knows us.”
  • “Yeah, so… I may have accidentally told [name] about us…”
  • “I don’t care what you do, just get [name] to promise to keep quiet. Pay them if you have to.”
  • “I’m tired of being your dirty little secret!”
  • “Once I break up with [name], then we tell people.”
  • “But you’re going to divorce them soon, right?”
  • “This isn’t a relationship! Relationships don’t involve one party climbing down a fire escape because the other is too ashamed to admit they’re dating them!”
  • “Okay, fine, but can I at least tell [name]?”
  • “If I don’t tell someone, I’m going to go crazy!”
  • “Shhh, be quiet. Remember, someone’s still downstairs…”
  • “Fuck it. Let’s get a motel.”
  • “Either we’re open about this, or I’m ending it.”
  • “When I said I liked you, I didn’t expect to be sneaking around all the time.”
  • “I can’t do this anymore.”
  • “Why haven’t you told your friends about me? Is it because I’m not as well-off as you are?”
  • “This was fun at first, but the novelty’s worn off.”
  • “It just feels really shitty, to be the secret boyfriend/girlfriend.”
  • “Look, either we date secretly, or we don’t date at all.”
  • “I’m not supposed to be dating, period!”
  • “If my parents found out about us, they’d go ballistic.”
  • “Just one more year until I’m out from under their roof and I can date whoever the hell I want.”
  • “Dating in secret never works out.”
  • “Where are we even supposed to go for our dates?”
  • “Just once, I’d like us to go on a date that didn’t end in us having to get a motel room out of town because we don’t want to get caught.”

anonymous asked:

This is probably silly to ask, but has anybody ever said something that really hurt Button's feelings?

It’s not a silly question!
Buttons gets in several verbal fights with Mac during the time they spend together helping the BoS fight against the Enclave but not many of them sting as much as having to face the consequences of his own stupid actions and words.
Gob is the kind of fellow Buttons would get along with well and that’s the reason why it hurts him so much that the ghoul will never forgive him for attacking Mac and saying the things Buttons said to him when he was desperate and seeing red. It’s ironic, really. Butts harbors hateful feelings forever and does not forgive easily - and yet, when someone treats him the same way, he’s all sorrowful and self-victimizing.

^Details of that Gob encounter will be included in the next comic!

Teen Wolf Preference - Fake Dating

DEREK HALE

Derek couldn’t believe you had convinced him into doing this.

“You want me to what?” he’d asked, not sure if he’d heard you correctly.  

“I just need you to pretend to be my boyfriend for this event since… I kinda already told everyone that you’re my boyfriend and you were coming. There’ll be free food and alcohol and you won’t even have to talk to many people!”

This had naturally intrigued Derek but there had been something that he couldn’t help but ask you.

“Really? You picked me for your big fake boyfriend plan? You know I don’t… get along well with people around here. Why not Parrish?”

Derek could see Parrish pulling up now at the event in his police uniform. Parrish wasn’t a bad guy but Derek couldn’t help but clench his fists at the sight of him. He wasn’t one to get jealous easily but this guy just put his teeth on edge.

“Shit! Parrish! Why didn’t I think of that?” you’d said angrily, shaking your head, “well, it’s too late. Will you just please go with me, Derek? It’s just one night. We can fake break up the next day.”

Derek had then thought for a moment, making sure to avoid your eye. You had a particular pleading look that you often gave him that made it hard for him to ever say no to you. But he couldn’t resist and looked at you, and it was then that he decided that he was going to be a part of your fake dating charade and he was going to be the best fake date there ever was.

“You came!”

Derek was pulled out of his trance, turning to see you hurrying towards him with a grin on your face.

“I said I would, didn’t I?”

You shook your head, “I just wasn’t sure. Wow, you look really good, you should wear suits more often.”

“I always look good,” he offered his hand, smiling a little as you took it. Your hand was so tiny compared to his. “You don’t look too bad either.”

That was an understatement. Derek always thought you looked gorgeous but right now, he was so blown away by how beautiful you looked that he had to remind himself to breathe.

Gee, thanks. We’re running a bit behind – I’d planned to have at least 2 drinks by now.”

The event was in full swing and Derek felt like he was in high school again. First of all, the event was being held in the school’s hall as the community one was under construction and second of all, he found himself watching protectively over you as he heard several greasy men comment on how good you looked.

“I was wondering when the two of you were going to get together,” Jordan Parrish congratulated the two of you, avoiding Derek’s intimidating stare, “all (Y/N) ever talked about was ‘how hot Derek is’.”

Your eyes widened, taking a rather large sip of your drink as you elbowed Jordan ‘playfully’.

“I did not!”

All throughout the night people had approached you and Derek and gave similar comments (minus the snarky one Jordan gave), saying that they’d seen the two of you out on dates and were wondering when you were going to call it official. In all honesty, neither you or Derek had considered your outings to be dates but now that he was thinking back on it, he wondered if he should start considering them as just that.

Derek proceeded to smile as Jordan winced from the hit you gave him, “well, it was a surprise to me actually. I had always thought the two of you were going to get together.”

“Nah, (Y/N) has only ever had eyes for you!” Jordan glanced at your now nearly empty glass, “want a refill?”

“God, yes please. I’m gonna be needing something heavier at this rate.”

“Completely agree with you.” and with a wink, Jordan disappeared back through the crowd towards the bar and Derek shifted his focus back to you.

“I feel a bit stupid for being jealous of him now,” he admitted, smelling the embarrassment on you which only caused his smile to widen more. Derek honestly couldn’t remember smiling this much since he was a teenager and it turned out a lot of people at the event were being a lot kinder to him because of it.

“Yeah, well, I picked you as my fake boyfriend for a reason. It’s believable and everyone seems to already think it was happening.”

You wished Jordan would hurry up with that drink.

Derek could hear your heart racing and you glanced up at him, something seeming to occur to you as a surprised expression dawned on your face.

“Holy shit – you don’t actually like me, do you?”

He leaned closer to you, his grin seeming rather wolfish now.

“By the sounds of it,” he pointed to your heart, “you feel the same way.”

Derek was now the one taken aback as very quickly, you closed the gap between the two of you and pressed a hard kiss against his lips.

“Stupid werewolf powers.” Was all you said as a low growl came from the back of Derek’s throat, Jordan now walking up from behind you with drinks in his hand. Derek wanted to desperately kiss you just a little longer but as his eyes met briefly with yours, he knew the whole dating charade was going to become a lot more realistic and there was going to be endless amount of time to kiss you.


ISAAC LAHEY

“Sorry man. You probably won’t have a lot to contribute to the conversation considering you’ve never had a girlfriend,” Stiles teased for what felt like the millionth time as he and Isaac stood by the lockers waiting for the rest of the group to arrive.

Stiles had just asked him for advice for an upcoming date but then took it back quickly saying he probably would just ask Scott about it in the car. A low growl escaped Isaac’s lips as he tried to remind himself that Stiles just wasn’t worth it as the idiot seemed to get off on annoying him. And unfortunately, it was working and sometimes Isaac was just a bit impulsive.

“Well, not one that you know of.”

Stiles’s eyebrow quirked up and a Grinch like smile came across his face, wondering if he was hearing this right.

“A girlfriend in fourth grade doesn’t count,” he reminded and Isaac’s hands balled into fists.

“I’m not supposed to talk about it.” Because it isn’t real, Isaac thought.

Stiles nodded, “oh, yeah right, sure, sure.”

The tone in his voice was enough for Isaac to glance around and see you and Lydia walking in the opposite direction of where he was standing. You and Isaac weren’t close but you got along like a house on fire, regularly working together on pack ‘missions’ or sometimes you just studied together in the library. He’d been asked several times if he was interested in you, all those times he just shrugged as an answer but if anyone was to believe he was dating someone, you would be a good candidate.

“(Y/N),” Isaac said, “(Y/N) and I have been dating.”

Stiles looked as if he’d just discovered gold.

“(Y/N)? You want me to believe that? She’s way out of your league!” and then he was shouting, “(Y/N)! Are you and Isaac dating?”

Lydia and you stopped your walking, Lydia raising her eyebrows at you as you turned around slowly. Everyone in the hallway seemed to go quiet, interested in this little bit of gossip and you met with Isaac’s horrified eyes.

“Uh, yes?” was all you said before continuing on your way, Lydia beginning to smack you excitedly at discovering this information as Stiles turning back to Isaac.

“I can’t believe you weren’t just fucking with me. You should invite her to come bowling with all of us tomorrow night – Lydia will be there so she won’t feel so weird. I seriously can’t believe you landed a girlfriend like that, fuck.”

Isaac couldn’t believe that he’d landed a fake girlfriend like that either.

That night, Isaac found himself climbing into your bedroom and nearly scaring you half to death.

“What the shit?” you hissed, pausing the show you were watching, “first you say we’re dating and now you’re climbing through my window? Did I miss something?”

He smiled sheepishly, brushing off a few sticks that got caught in his sweater while trying to climb up through your window.

“Uh, I know normal people just text but I thought I should just ask you in person. I didn’t really think this through –,”

You cut him off, “yeah, I can see that.”

“But, fuck this is stupid. Stiles was being a dick and I kind of just said you were my girlfriend so he’d leave me alone. I didn’t think he’d actually, uh, ask you about it but do… you wanna go bowling with the group of us tomorrow?”

You’d always had a crush on Isaac. He was one of the first guys to ever really notice you and see you for more than just your looks and you wanted to throw one of your pillows at him and demand he take you out on a proper date because you genuinely liked him. But even though he freaked you out a bit by abruptly climbing through your window at that time of night, you couldn’t resist him.

“Fine. But before you leave, I already answered a bunch of our relationship questions to Lydia so you’ll have to learn them. And you’re paying for my shoes and games for bowling. Oh, and when we fake break up, it’ll be a mutual break up and it can’t be weird.”

You weren’t particularly eager to be out bowling with the group. You got along well with everyone and they were being overly nice to you ever since they found out you and Isaac were ‘dating’. A few times Stiles had said to you ‘really, Isaac?’ but other than that, no one really questioned it. The people in the group who were wolves didn’t even suspect that the two of you were faking the whole ordeal because they could hear how fast your heart rates were when you were around one another, which made everything much easier.

“Lydia said she invited you to come earlier in the week but you said no.” Isaac said, his arm wrapped around you rather lazily as you watched Scott get up for his first go. It felt rather natural for the two of you to be like this, having small touches here and there and sneaking each other little glances. It was comfortable and you had to remind yourself that this was all supposed to be a charade.

“Uh, did I forget to mention that I can’t bowl?”

“You know you’re up next, right?”

You nodded, “yeah, that’s why I’m just a bit nervous.”

Scott got a strike, grinning as he turned to the group who were all rolling their eyes at the unfairness of him having werewolf abilities which were a rather big help in the situation. You wished you had the abilities because you had no idea what you were about to do.

“C’mon,” Isaac helped you to your feet, picking up your ball for you and beginning to walk towards your lane.

“Seriously? What are you doing?”

He handed you the ball, smiling a little and back at the seats the two of you were already earning a few ‘awes’.

“I’ll help you, it’s the least I can do,” he handed you the ball and you held it in the hand you were most comfortable with as he began to help line you up correctly, “aren’t we just relationship goals?”

You laughed rather nervously and Isaac stood behind you, his back pressed against yours and you did your best to concentrate on your bowling but it was proving to be difficult.

“Just move sort of like… this,” he murmured into your ear and as he showed you the throwing movement the second time around, you released the ball and it went flying down the middle of the lane, hitting all the pins except one.

“Oh my god,” a grin came across your face as you turned around to Isaac who couldn’t quite believe it either, “oh my god!”

You flung your arms around his neck, kissing him excitedly and Isaac nearly fell backwards at the sudden action. Eagerly though, he kissed you back, enjoying the feeling and hoping that you’d do this every time you did well in the game.

“How come you don’t do that when I do well?” Scott asked Kira from their seats and she nudged him playfully.

Realising that you had to bowl once more and everyone was watching the two of you with stupid grins on their faces, you shyly pulled away and began to walk back to get another ball. Triumphantly, Isaac walked back to the group who might as well have been clapping for him and Lydia patted his arm.

“It’s about time the two of you got together. (Y/N) always talked about how much she liked you but you just ‘didn’t like her back’. I swear if you break her heart I’ll break you.” She smiled sweetly and Isaac, who had to admit was a little intimidated, smiled back as you successfully knocked down your final pin.

“Not planning on it, Lydia.”


LIAM DUNBAR

“I think I left my lacrosse jersey at your place,” you were startled by your ex-boyfriend who was now standing beside your locker, an annoyed look on his face as if it were you fault that he’d misplaced his belongings.

“You never took any of your lacrosse gear to my house.” You told him coolly, shutting your locker which you weren’t actually done looking in and attempting to walk away from him. To your annoyance, he followed.

“Well, if you see it then tell me,” he said and you rolled your eyes. The two of you had been broken up for 3 months, you were certain you would have come across it by now. “How’re you going anyway? Any new guys in your life?”

The last bit he said with an amused tone, causing you to clutch your bag just a bit tighter. You knew if you said no that he’d proceed to tell you the long list of girls that were in his life now – some of which were in his life while the two of you were dating.

“Yeah, believe it or not I actually have a boyfriend.”

You saw a group of guys up ahead being rather rowdy and spotted Liam Dunbar, the guy you were planning to find just earlier because he’d promised you his research notes from one of your classes.

“Oh, really? Do I know them?”

You knew you should’ve just made up a name of some guy that went to another school but because you just happened to be looking at Liam, you couldn’t help it.

“Liam.”

Your ex looked surprised, “Dunbar? Seriously?”

At that moment, Liam looked up, having been listening in on your conversation and he was just as confused too. You couldn’t believe you picked someone so obvious – and someone that was on the same team as your ex as well. You weren’t going to get away with this.

“Um… yeah?”

Liam sensed your embarrassment and excused himself from the group of friends he was talking to. It was well known that he hated your ex and any opportunity to annoy him was valuable.

“Hey babe!” he said cheerfully as he approached you, trying not to laugh at how red you went as he placed a kiss on your cheek, “everything alright here?”

Your ex, to your relief, stepped away, “everything’s fine, man. (Y/N), if you see the jersey let me know.”

When your ex was safely out of sight, you turned to Liam who had a smug smile on his face.

“How – why?” you stammered, not really sure how you’d just managed that.

“I hate that guy,” he said, “don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone we’re not really dating. We make a cute couple anyway, even if it’s fake.”

“What? Liam, you don’t have to do this. I was just being stupid.”

He shook his head, “he’s just told about 5 people that we’re dating. It’ll be fun! We can get back at that guy all while doing our assignments. It’s a win-win situation.”

And so the fake relationship began. To your surprise, you greatly benefited from the situation. Creepy guys stopped bothering you, if you ever needed to get warm Liam was perfectly fine with you just walking into his arms while he talked with some friends and you ended up making more friends of your own. Some of the seniors he hung around became protective of you and Lydia Martin, of all people, started casually talking to you and giving you advice whenever you needed it. You often forgot that you weren’t really dating because whenever you were around Liam, your heart raced and you got butterflies as if you were actually hanging out with someone you had feelings for. It wasn’t until you sometimes saw your ex around the school who made snide and rude comments about the two of you that you remembered what was going on.

“You’re all sweaty,” you laughed as you and Mason went onto the field after one of the lacrosse games to congratulate Liam. He had a large grin on his face, pulling off his lacrosse helmet and Mason gave him a high five.

“Usually after sports people get sweaty. Weird, isn’t it?” Mason said as you gave Liam a short congratulatory hug, “poor Devenford Prep though… I should probably go and see if Brett’s alright…”

“Yeah, I’m sure you’re really concerned about his feelings,” Liam said sarcastically as Mason ignored him, walking over to the opposite (and losing) team.

“So, how does it feel to win against your old school?”

“Quite amazing, actually,” he paused, “he’s watching again. Doesn’t he have anything better to do?”

You shrugged, knowing exactly who Liam was talking about, “maybe we should give him a show.”

You had been joking – kind of. And Liam knew that but he couldn’t resist. He dropped his helmet, cupping your face and kissing you passionately. You no longer cared about how sweaty he was as you kissed him back, a part of you relieved that you were finally getting to do this.

You pulled away slightly, smiling like an idiot and Liam began to lean in again.

“He’s not even watching anymore,” you told him and he shook his head.

“I just really like kissing you.”

And then you kissed him again.

SCOTT MCCALL

“This is just relationship…ist,” you said angrily as you and Scott sat in the library working on an assignment together. Scott raised an eyebrow, half listening as he was actually working while you were flicking through a free Beacon Hills magazine that you could always find lying around the town in random places.

“I have no idea what you’re going on about.”

You put the magazine down in front of him so he had to actually look away from what he was doing, pointing to the ad on the page.

“Couples get a 50% discount at the Canary. Couples are the ones that can actually afford to be there, single people should be the ones getting the discount.”

Scott pushed the magazine back towards you, amused by your reaction.

“What’s so good about the restaurant, anyway?” he asked and you looked at him in disbelief.

“How – how could you ask that? The food is the best food I’ve ever eaten. It makes you want to cry rainbows it’s so good.”

He snorted, “if you let me do my work I’ll be your fake boyfriend and go with you.”

“You know the way to my heart, McCall.”

You told maybe one person that you and Scott were going for the discounted food and the word got out like Chinese whispers. Soon, everyone ignored the fact you were just going to a restaurant together and were talking about how the two of you were now dating. Both of you, even with Scott’s werewolf senses, were oblivious to the rumours and were sitting at lunch together when Stiles was the first person to sit down with the both of you.

“I can’t believe you two,” he said, you having your mouth full with your lunch but raising an eyebrow at him, “you’re dating and you didn’t even tell me.”

You nearly choked on your food.

“Where’d you hear that?” Scott asked casually, not denying the claim.

“From fucking Lindsay of all people! She wanted to know how long it’d be going on – how come everyone knew before your best friend?!”

You looked at Scott and to your surprise, he shrugged.

“We were going to keep it a secret.”

That was when the rest of the group sat down at the table.

“So it’s true then?” Lydia asked, looking between you and Scott and he took your hand, giving it a small squeeze.

“Yes, we’re dating,” and then he looked at you, “and we’re going to get a discount at the Canary. I want to cry rainbows.”

You knocked at Scott’s front door on Saturday night, ready for your fake date. The two of you had found the whole fake dating thing to be rather amusing, promising each other to keep it up until after the restaurant date and then saying that you would break up afterwards because you realised you were just ‘better off as friends’.

As Scott didn’t have a car you said you’d drop by his place after he was done practicing lacrosse with Stiles and Liam that day. Usually you didn’t mind just going on the back of his motorbike to places but tonight you actually got dressed up a little bit and you couldn’t risk having helmet hair or your makeup getting smudged.

“(Y/N)!” Melissa grinned as she opened the door, “come on in. Scott got home later than expected and he’s nearly ready. God, I’m so glad he finally got the guts to ask you out. He’s always gushing about his feelings for you and how he just doesn’t know what to do about it. He adores you, really.”

“Really, mum?” Scott said, knowing he was too late in defusing the embarrassing situation as he came walking quickly down the stairs.

“I’m your mother, it’s my job to embarrass you,” Melissa teased, “I guess that’s my cue to leave the two of you alone. Have fun – be safe!”

You only managed to yell a goodbye because Scott was pushing you out of the door, eager to get out of the situation.

“Don’t,” he warned, knowing you were ready to mention what had just happened, “you look amazing, by the way.”

“It’s not often I dress up like this so you better appreciate it. So should the discounted food, which I’m highly looking forward to.”

The Canary was filled with couples of all ages and you and Scott fit right in as plates of food were being placed in front of you.

“Are we going to be able to eat this all?” you asked.

“(Y/N), I’m a guy who also happens to be a werewolf. I could finish all of this on my own.”

He had a fair point.

The two of you were complimented several times by waiters for being such a cute couple, you both accepting these compliments graciously but with bright red faces. Ever since Melissa made the comment earlier about the two of you, you couldn’t help but wonder if she was joking because you’d always thought it was just you that liked him.

“What is it?” Scott asked, noticing your wondering expression. You gave a small shrug, feeling awfully shy which you weren’t usually like around him.

“Do you really gush about having feelings for me?”

This time, he was the shy one. Scott poked at his food, his cheeks reddening which they had been on and off throughout the night.

“I wouldn’t say I gushed about it,” he finally admitted, “but I do talk about liking you a bit.”

STILES STILINSKI

Saturday night had been a blur. The last memory you had was agreeing to do shots with Stiles and the next day you woke up safely tucked in bed (thanks to Scott) just before you launched yourself to the toilet to begin your day of being hungover. You felt like shit. And even on Monday morning as you walked into school you had a faint throbbing in your head and you were drinking more water when Stiles arrived.

“I’m never drinking alcohol again,” was the first thing you said to him, noticing he looked a similar way to you.

“Tell me about it,” he agreed, “but we say that all the time.”

You leaned against his side, waiting for the others to arrive when you got your first ‘congratulations’ from someone. Neither of you were sure what the person was congratulating you on but you thanked them anyway. Then it happened again when a girl from your English class walked past, lifting her hand to high five you.

“I heard about Saturday! It’s about time you two got together!” she said excitedly before walking into school.

“Do you have any idea what’s going on?” you asked, confused as to what you just witnessed as Stiles shook his head.

“I spent yesterday in the toilet. I didn’t even turn my phone on because the brightness made me sick.”

You waited a little longer and then Stiles suddenly perked up.

“Dude, there’s Theo. I saw him at the party on Saturday with that guy – I think he’s trying to get him to join his weird ass pack,” Stiles tried to tell you quietly, hoping that Theo was listening in.

“Or he could be into guys?”

“Well, you two were certainly a sight for sore eyes,” Kira suddenly said, appearing beside the two of you and making you jump. When she noticed the confused, she elaborated. “On Saturday, I mean. I didn’t know that getting the two of you together meant getting you drunk and having you confess your love to one another but man, it worked. That was gross.”

You and Stiles nearly had a heart attack. Quickly, you stepped away from one another, sharing a confused stare just as the bell went. Kira looked between the two of you but didn’t say anything, leaving you two alone as she entered the school on her own. Rather than say anything, you and Stiles went your separate ways.

During second period, your phone buzzed in your pocket. You glanced at the message from Stiles which simply read to meet him at your spot. Your teacher was reluctant to let you leave but when you did, you nearly sprinted to the spot under the third floor corridor staircase where Stiles was waiting clearly agitated. It seems you weren’t the only one having people come up to you and congratulate you on officially dating Stiles and that many people saw your proclamation of love which neither of you can remember.

“Do you remember?” you began but Stiles suddenly pulled you to him, putting a hand over your mouth. You were confused, only to hear Theo’s voice echoing the corridor and you got the idea. You tried to listen in with him but Theo stopped talking and soon you heard footsteps coming towards where the two of you were hiding.

Stiles swiftly kissed you, causing you to freeze up. You weren’t sure whether to pull away or to kiss him back, only to understand what he was doing when Theo finally stopped in front of the two of you.

“Whoa, Theo!” Stiles pulled away, “can’t a couple just have a few moments of peace?”

Theo’s eyebrows furrowed, “so the rumours are true.”

“The rumours? Didn’t you see us at the party?” Stiles wrapped his arm around you and you smiled sheepishly. Your teacher was gonna be pissed at how late you were going to be.

“Must’ve left by then.”

“With your guy friend?” you blurted out and Stiles tried to stifle a laugh. Theo decided it was best to ignore you – which it was – and began to walk back to class that he was obviously avoiding as well.

You looked at Stiles with a questioning expression but he shook his head, “we’ll talk about this later.”

You never talked about it later but you had a silent agreement to continue the fake dating. Both of you watched one too many movies and had the idea that if you did the couple getting caught making out when you were actually searching into something you shouldn’t be then it was a win-win deal. You were just too nosy.

“We’re basically detectives,” Stiles said, the two of you hidden in a corner of a club watching a group of suspected chimeras. The two of you had been awfully touchy the past few days, both of you trying to convince yourselves it was all just a charade but it wasn’t. If you were able to convince your friends that you were dating, the people you were closest to, then it wasn’t really fake.

“Do you wanna go home and watch Star Wars?” you yelled over the music and Stiles leaned his forehead against yours.

“You are perfect for me.” He said, grabbing your and leading you out of the club. Your heart was racing and even when you got to the car, Stiles continued to hold your hand on the drive back to his place.


“For our detective work, right?” you said jokingly to him when he pulled into the driveway, Stiles walking quickly around to your side of the car to open the door for you.

Stiles leaned in and kissed you, “this has never been about the detective work.”

THEO RAEKEN

“Leave me alone,” you said for the third time to a guy that hadn’t stopped trying to chat you up during the last big lacrosse game. You looked around, trying to find someone you knew to go to for help but the crowds of people all looked the same.

“Why? You got a boyfriend?”

“Why should that matter? Leave me alone.”

You tried to remember how to throw a punch – you even considered making a scene by yelling loudly for the creep to get away from you. But your rescuer stepped out of the shadows, wrapping their arm around you and you nearly punched them in the face until you saw who it was.

“This guy bothering you, babe?” Theo Raeken said sternly and the guy put his hands in the air.

“Hey! No problem here, Raeken!”

“Really?” Theo stepped towards him, “because you better not be bothering my girlfriend.”

Despite how scared you were, your heart was filling with butterflies for all the wrong reasons. You had Theo in a few of your classes and god, you found him insanely attractive. He was always sweet towards you and now you were never going to be able to thank him enough.

“I’m not! I was just leaving, I swear!”

You’d never seen someone move so quickly.

When he disappeared into the crowd, Theo turned to you and gave you the most charming smile. You knew about his powers and was fully aware that he could probably smell your lust and nervousness.

“Don’t mention it,” he winked before disappearing as well and you couldn’t help but smile like an idiot.

The next week you were sitting in the library on your own when Theo sat down beside you again, putting his arm around you. Your heart got caught in your throat as you glanced up at him, Theo seeming very comfortable and casual with the situation.

“Didn’t you hear?” he said with an amused tone, “everyone thinks we’re actually dating. I want to make sure they continue to think that so those guys will leave you alone.”

“What guys?”

“Over there. They’ve been saying some disgusting things about you and either I beat the shit out of them or they just get too freaked out to do anything in the first place,” he paused, “you’re cute when you’re nervous.”

You ignored him, “so, what? You’re fake dating me now?”

“Do you mind? I think it’d be fun.”

Theo took your answer as a yes when you blushed and look hastily away.

The next few weeks went past in a blur. It all started out as a bit of fun and eventually you were comfortable enough with Theo to get a bit into it as well. He never did anything beyond holding your hand or wrapping his arms around you but soon you were beginning to realise you wanted more – and so did Theo. He tried to convince himself that he was just doing this as a nice gesture because he’d thought you were vulnerable but he came to realise that you were stronger than even he was. You impressed him and Theo found himself lying in bed at night wishing you were there and he got excited whenever he knew you were nearby.

It was another big lacrosse game and Theo was finishing up some personal business when he saw a guy attempting to take the seat that Theo had originally be sitting in and chat you up. He clenched his teeth, storming towards you and his heart jumped when you made eye contact and you smiled at him.

“Hey babe,” Theo said, leaning down to where you were sitting, cupping your cheek and kissing you hard on the lips. You froze up but kissed him back, the guy that had been attempting to hit on you moving far away as possible.

“Get a room!” someone yelled and Theo moved away, brushing his thumb against your cheek.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

grey zone | (m)

Originally posted by beagletae

• pairing: kim seokjin x reader
• genre/warnings: angst, smut, fluff
• words: 10,481
→ summary: you and Jin used to date, but things ended pretty quickly, realising that maybe you guys weren’t meant to be. Over the past couple of months, he’s had to watch you with another guy, knowing it wasn’t right. However, what can he do when he’s stuck in a grey zone… he knows he too, isn’t right for you, but all he wants is to hold you…?
• note. inspired by grey zone, but I was listening to clairvoyant on repeat a lot too. 

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The Bookstore

Hey guys! It’s me again, and I sorta wanted to write a Tom meet-cute because I daydream about those 25/8? This is just soft, fluffy and sweet, I hope you like it!
Author’s note: Tom is my screensaver and I went to Barnes and Noble today and the girl that was ringing me up was really, really nice and we were talking about Marvel because I was buying a comic, (I finally found Spider-Man Blue, three cheers for me!) and she was literally like, “oh my gosh, you and Tom would be super adorable together! I can just see it now!” And I sort of died? So this is just a story branching off of that?
The Bookstore
“Is that your boyfriend?” The saleslady asked, referencing the girl’s phone, as a smile that stretched from ear to ear crossed over her features. “He comes in quite often, has mostly good taste in books, although, sometimes his choices are questionable at best. Likes fantasy and adventure, some good, some not.”
The girl’s eyes widened and her mouth flopped open and shut like a guppy’s as she attempted to stutter out an appropriate response.
Tom Holland was the girl’s screensaver, and no, he most definitely wasn’t her boyfriend because he had no idea that she existed. Even if he had stumbled across her fan account, she’d just be another fan to Tom, maybe she’d even stand out for being an ultimate creep.
“He’s a very polite boy, you’re so lucky! My daughters are only interested in self-obsessed assholes.” The lady began to scan her choices, continuing to rant about her daughter’s apparent bad taste in men.
The girl was still struggling to comprehend her situation. The saleswoman clearly knew Tom, who apparently came in often, as did she, so she couldn’t really say that he wasn’t her boyfriend without looking like an utter and complete weirdo.
Pondering, she bit the inside of her cheek. Their paths had never crosses, so what could be the harm in indulging in a little fantasy? “We’ve been dating since last Spring,” She said, not daring to look into the kind eyes of the saleswoman.
“Ah, I see. I bet you two look absolutely adorable together, maybe turn him onto some high quality literature next time he comes in, eh?” The woman smiled from across the counter, waving the girl’s new Philip Roth books in the air before handing them over.
Reaching for her five purchases, the girl smiled and nodded, “I’ll do my very best!” She called and waved as she left the store.
Over the next few days, Tom wandered back into the bookstore. Navigating his way down the store’s narrow aisles, Tom searched for something that he could read on the plane that he’d inevitably be boarding sometime soon. He paused every so often to pick up a book, glance over the summary on the back, and reshelve it to it’s proper home.
After shuffling down another section, he came across the very same saleswoman who had helped the girl moonlighting as his girlfriend.
“How come you guys never come in together? She knows some good authors, I’m sure she’d love to help broaden your horizons.” The saleswoman said, maintaining her position, crouched over to straighten and tidy the shelves.
Tom looked around, unsure of who the woman was speaking to, because as far as he knew, none of his friends knew about this store. They opted for Barnes and Noble, while he prefered to dig.
“Yes, you. I just met your girlfriend and she’s lovely. Great taste in books.” The woman said again.
Scratching his head, Tom wasn’t exactly sure what to say, so he played along, not wanting to be rude. Surely she must be confusing him with someone else, because he didn’t have a girlfriend to share books with, as much as he’d like one.
“Yeah, we just have different schedules, she’s usually in class when I peruse the bookstore.” Tom said, bending down to help the woman on the floor.
“She’s very cute, and very sweet. It’s nice to see young people reading something that isn’t their twitter feed.” The woman said, taking one last glance at the fixed up shelf, before nodding decisively and standing up.
Tom stood as well, chuckling, “My Dad’s an author, so reading has always been apart of my life.”
“You guys are lovely, let me know if I can be of any help.” The woman began to walk away and Tom shook his head and laughed.
“How do you know that my girl is my girl? We never come in at the same time.” Tom asked suddenly, curiosity leaking into his bloodstream.
“She comes in more often than you, buys more books than you, and you’re her screensaver. It’s quite cute, actually.” The saleslady called out.
There it is, Tom thought, she might be a fan. He couldn’t think of any other reason that he’d be her screensaver. Shoving his hands into his pockets, Tom smirked and picked out not one, but two books. One to leave at the register for her the next time that he came in, and one for him to read while he was on the press tour.
“That is so thoughtful! She’ll love it!” The woman said from behind the cash register, clapping her hands together. “I’ll make sure that she gets it, alright? Wanna put a little message in it, promise I won’t peak! I’ve got a pen right here!” She chirped happily.
“Yeah, alright, I’ll actually do that. Could I please borrow your pen?” Tom asked.
Drawing a heart to conclude the note to his ‘girlfriend’ that he’d never met, he said thank you one to the lady one last time and left the store.
The very next morning, the girl pushed her wallet back into her purse at the bookstore’s register, waiting for the same saleswoman to finish ringing her up.
“Saw your boyfriend yesterday, left a little something for you.” The saleswoman smiled, turning around to sift through the books on display behind her to find Tom’s choice for the girl.
The girl felt the fiery licks of scarlet coloring her skin again. Her hands shook, surely Tom thought that she was a mega, ultra stalker. He’d probably left her a note begging her to kindly fuck off. She wished Mother Earth would swallow her up the same way it did to Sita in ‘The Ramayana.’
“Don’t be embarrassed, silly, it’s endearing.” The woman handed her a book titled, ‘Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair’ by Pablo Neruda. “He’s paid for it, of course, and he left you a little note on the first page. Lent him the pen myself.”
“He really shouldn’t have,” the girl stuttered, her hands almost noticeably shaking as she held the book within her palms.
Inside, Tom had scribbled out,
Seeing as you’re my girlfriend, I thought it was only fitting to leave you at least twenty love poems. Left you a song of despair as well, seeing as we haven’t met yet.
Love always,
Your devoted boyfriend, Tom

“Could I go back and pick one out for him as well?” The girl asked, feeling a tiny bit braver after reading Tom’s cheeky message for her.
“Of course! I love this, I wish more couples did things like this for each other, it’s endearing!” The saleswoman smiled, shutting the register.
After picking out an appropriate novel, she left the store, smiling, blushing and practically gliding on air.
Later that very afternoon, Tom was chased by the overbearing coldness of the afternoon breeze, and his own excitement over whether or not she’d received his present, back into the bookstore.
Not even bothering to look at anything, he came to a halt in front of the saleswoman, who upon seeing him enter, tore through her display to retrieve the novel that she’d left for him.
“Did she get it? Did she like it, I haven’t heard from her yet.” Tom asked, beaming at the woman.
“She loved it! She loved it so much, in fact, that she’s left one for you as well.” She handed him a novel called ‘One Day.’ “She’s left a love note for you as well!”
Tearing the book open, Tom came across her delicate handwriting sprawled in black ink.
Here’s to hoping that I meet you one day.
With all the love in my heart-
Your mystery girlfriend
Fighting the urge to hug the book closer to his chest, Tom made a choice.
“I’m going to go pick her a book out right now, and I’m going to wait right here until she comes back in. I want to give her this one in person.” Tom turned on his heel to search for the perfect book for to give her, when the saleswoman informed him that she’d already been in today.
“Alright then, I’ll be back first thing tomorrow.” Tom blushed, but continued on his way down through the shelves, desperate to find the perfect book for her.
Deciding on ‘You,’ by Caroline Kepnes, Tom paid and left the store, planning to return right when the bookstore opened.
The very next morning, Tom was perched in a cushy, plush chair, obscured by stacks and shelves housing novels, waiting for her. He’d positioned himself perfectly, ensuring that he could see the register at all times, but that the people at the register wouldn’t be able to spot him, unless they knew where he was hiding.
He was completely on edge. Every time the door opened, he’d practically leap to his feet, only to be met with disappointment because mostly everyone who wandered in off the street was either male, or too old to be his mystery girlfriend.
Finally, when Tom had all but lost hope, a girl so otherworldly beautiful that Tom truly debated in his mind whether or not the girl was even a girl, he briefly wondered if she was an ethereal fairy of sorts, floated into the room.
Her hair reflected light the same way that waves in the sea did, and her voice was so soft and warm that it sounded as he imagined his favorite hot drink would taste. She waved hello to the saleswoman before diving into the poetry section, hidden deep within the store.
Jumping to his feet, Tom rushed to finally meet her, rolling the book he planned to give her in between his palms.
Checking his hair one more time, Tom came to a stop next to her.
“Excuse me miss, I was just wondering if you happen to be my mystery girlfriend, who apparently has better taste in books than me?” Tom’s confidence was evaporating as she turned around to face him.
She was even prettier up close and Tom wanted to scratch his own eyes out for beginning the conversation with such a shit line.
Thankfully, she smiled, a strawberry jam colored blush widening across her delicate features. “That would be me, but unfortunately, you’ve caught me off guard and now I don’t have anything to give to you.” Her eyes refused to meet his own for more than a few seconds.
She could barely believe any of this. First, her celebrity crush and her happened to both shop at the same bookstore. Then, he goes along with the charade of being her boyfriend, and even leaves her gifts, and now, he was standing in front of her.
He looked like Prince Charming and her brain was turning to mush.
“Lucky for you, I don’t mind. But, I do have a book for you.” Holding the novel, ‘You,’ out to her, he began to sway from foot to foot, nervous that she’d hate it.
“Funny enough, that’s one of my favorite books,” She laughed, “But are you planning to kill me?” She referenced the plot of ‘You,’ which was more or less a horror story, hardly the conventional romance.
Stuttering, Tom attempted to clear his name. “I just thought it was fitting, seeing as we met in a bookstore, and so did Joe and Beck,” the main characters who become romantically involved in the novel, “And really, I just wanted you to have the line about the mouse in the house.”
“Are you going to get a cat to chase me out?” She teased, and Tom laughed.
“Absolutely not, you’re just all I’ve been thinking about. I wanna know you, and learn from your apparently epic choices in literature.” Tom said, leaning in closer to her.
“Than sit, and I’ll pick you something out?” She questioned, shyly moving to sit on the floor, her arm curled around more than a few options.
The pair scooched into one another one the floor, and the saleswoman watched, smiling from her spot at the register. Her two favorite customers were finally together.
Her eyes twinkled as she turned the radio onto a station that played only love songs.
They read love poems, and love stories together, so it only seemed fair that they listened to only love songs as well.

Vulnerable

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Summary: Dean meets the reader at a party and he finds out something about her that he doesn’t expect.

Prompt: “Will you for once stop thinking with your dick!”

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Requested: @blackcherrywhiskey


“Damn she’s fine.” Dean growls under his breath, practically eye fucking you as you stroll into the frat party.

“That’s Y/N. She’s cool. And a law major too so we have a good amount of classes together.” Sam explains before polishing  off his beer and chucking the empty can into the trash.

“Her friend is pretty good looking. Let’s get on that and do a double date, man. I get Y/N though. You get…”

“Kelly. She’s Y/N’s girlfriend.” Sam finishes with an amused smirk followed by a full on snicker. Dean doesn’t catch on at first making his younger brother  laugh even harder.

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What "One Day At A Time" On Netflix Got Right With Coming Out

If you’ve been living under a rock or just “too busy” to watch Netflix, stop what you’re doing and add “One Day At A Time” to your queue now!

“One Day At A Time” on Netflix is a modern version of the classic sitcom about a Cuban-American family. Penelope (Justina Machado), the mother, is recently separated from her husband and trying to figure out her new life raising her kids Alex and Elena, while also living with her mother, Lydia (Rita Moreno).

I love a good family-oriented show so I was immediately intrigued. What really drew me in was when Elena was dealing with her sexuality and coming out to her family.

The reason I loved this storyline is because I feel like I never see shows with girls dealing with coming out.

Elena first tells her brother Alex who is supportive and then tells her mom. Her mother admits she feels weird about it and does not really know why. She even goes to a gay bar with a friend to help get use to LGBTQ environments.

What I loved about Penelope admitting that she did feel a little weird about Elena coming out to her is because that’s something you don’t really get in many LGBTQ shows with youth coming out to their parents. It’s always complete rejection or acting like nothing is wrong. It was more realistic because even when parents are supportive, they still have feelings and emotions to work through about understanding who their child really is.

Elena then tells her grandmother, who she knows will not take her coming out well. Her grandmother tells Elena she’s ok with it, but later tells Penelope that she is a Christian woman and is taught that homosexuality is not ok. This was another discussion that was extremely relatable.

The last time I saw a storyline where a LGBTQ youth comes out to their grandmother was Santana Lopez on “Glee” and if you remember this too, you remember her grandmother wasn’t ok with it either (until her girlfriend talked to her and blah blah blah).

The shows season ends with Elena coming out to her father during her quinceañera. Her father thinks she’s confused and going through a phase. As a gay man, I’ve heard the “phase” claim so much growing up, but that phase has not gone away!

What I liked about how the season ended is it didn’t have the dad magically accept her. He ended up leaving her quinceañera. You’d expect her dad to come out of no where and be loving and accepting, but that is not what happens.

I appreciated the writers ending it where her mom, grandmother and brother end up doing the father-daughter dance with her because it shows a more realistic approach to acceptance. Yes, sometimes your parents will be supportive, but other times you’ll have friends and loved ones who won’t.

What I’ve learned growing up is everyone isn’t going to like you, but cherish the ones who are there for you and allow you to be your true, authentic self. (x)

A Stag is a word to describe a straight man that shares his wife or girlfriend sexually with other men and derives his pleasure solely from watching her arousal. This arrangement, called Stag Hotwifing, typically occurs in one or more of the following ways:

1. By bringing another man/men to pleasure the wife or girlfriend, where the Stag can either actively join in and participate, passively watch as a voyeur or sit at home waitingfor pictures and videos.

2.As the Stag overtly or covertly watches or listens to her play with the other men.


3.As the wife or girlfriend recounts the details of her adventures with other men to the Stag after the fact.

Stag Hotwifing involves a great degree of respect for all parties. If there is any “serving”, it’s done by the bull. A Stag doesn’t desire to see his woman “used” by another man. He just occasionally enjoys watching his woman experience passion and pleasure in new and exciting ways. It often makes him desire her more.
Only Me(Namjoon Smut)

I got a request from @namjoonsfangirl for a punishment smut. Once again guys, if I see any request that is not detailed then I will start deleting it after this especially when I’ve asked you begged- for you to please give me more detail and I’ve done a smut like this before. This is my last time and I hope you realize I’m not being mean I’m just frustrated. 

Your name: submit What is this?

“Hey. Hey Taehyung, give that back!” You shouted as he took your phone from your body that was laying out on your back. You frowned reaching for Taehyung’s wrist pulling him down on the couch. You crawled on his lap as you both started to play wrestle and you tried to get him to loosen his grip on your phone. Taehyung chuckled moving to tickle you with his free hand knowing that it would make you laugh and loosen your grip a little bit.

“Tae-hyung! Ahhh! S-stop!” You laughed uncontrollably as you fought for your phone, your hips straddling him and hugging him tightly against your body as you jerked the phone from his reach. Your hand moving above his head, Taehyung gripping onto your hips as you both saw Namjoon come into the room holding a bowl of cereal. He glanced at the both of you going to sit beside you on the couch. You straightened yourself up sticking your tongue out at Taehyung as you moved to lean your head against Namjoon’s shoulder.

“Daddy Monster~ Pokemonster.” You teased Namjoon causing him to chuckle, a light pink tent dusting his cheeks as he shoved cereal in his mouth to keep from answering.

“Dance monster!” Taehyung shouted out playfully causing you to snicker at his remarks. Namjoon flipped him off with his middle finger before going back to the cereal. You grabbed the spoon from Namjoon’s hand taking a bite of his cereal causing him to just stare at you with admiration before it was erased from his face. Namjoon loved it that you were like this, playful and demanding not caring that he had the title of being an idol. You treated him and the rest of BTS like they were normal boys that you loved to be around. You were so carefree and joking with all of them, and not once did you ever take to social media about them. You were a best friend on and off the scenes and they loved how you gave your company willingly. How you met was anything but ordinary. You had seen their first performance. Sneaking backstage to congratulate them with a basket of food. They had been so impressed by you, Namjoon followed you outside to ask for your number or Kakao and you willingly gave it to him. Ever since that day three years ago you had been there by their sides keeping them close and being in their corner whenever they needed. But Namjoon had deeper feelings for you, he couldn’t tell you but often he thought about how it would be to come home to you. To sneak over to your house some nights when he needed to release steam or just hold you close. How it would be to see you in the crowd and sing to you and feel the love songs that he was writing about. You were perfect, passionate and human. You never tried to hide from him, you had made him feel like himself with you, he wasn’t Rap Monster he was Kim Namjoon.

“Namjoon..” You snapped your fingers in his face that seemed dazed out and though he was staring at you he wasn’t really here.

“Y-yeah.” Namjoon cleared his throat as he grabbed his spoon back going back to eating, looking towards the screen he gave a sheepish smile.

“Noona!” Jungkook called out bursting through the front door with Seokjin and Yoongi who gave you a kind smile. Jungkook ran to you picking you up from the couch and moving to sit you in his lap.

“Hello, my precious little one.” You teased back pinching his cheeks.

“Noona. I’m not that young anymore. I’m a man!” He frowned hugging you around your waist. You played in his hair smiling as you kissed his nose.

“You’re my big man.” You were just playing with him, giving affection to him knowing that he enjoyed it. Namjoon knew he shouldn’t have been jealous but he couldn’t help it. Getting up from the couch, he stormed into the kitchen washing out his bowl and disappearing into his room. He may have thought no one noticed it, but Yoongi saw everything and he decided to pick with the male about it next time he got.

Things continued to be like that. You would joke around with other members and Namjoon would distance himself. Going to lengths to almost ignore you whenever you were around because he didn’t want to get more attached to you, his best friend and you were obvious to fall for everyone else. Yoongi was the main one to play into it. On movie night, he kept you in his lap arms around your stomach, his mouth pressing kisses against your temple as his hands stroked your skin. Namjoon glowered at the male knowing what he was doing to him.

“Namjoon can you hand me the remote so we can turn it up?” You asked Namjoon laughing from the jokes Yoongi were telling you leaning into his embrace. Namjoon had gotten up to go towards the kitchen and get water before he retreated into his room. Namjoon just looked at you for a quick second and walked towards his room not doing what you asked.

“What the hell..” You frowned watching his tall figure slump through the kitchen and retreat further until he was out of sight.

“You know for the past few weeks he’s been like this. Moping and keeping quiet when you’re around. I can’t believe that he’s been ignoring you. And you haven’t noticed. I thought for sure you were both so close but I see not.” Yoongi shrugged his shoulders as he stroked your hair looking at the screen. “Maybe he finally got a girlfriend.” Yoongi mused trying to see your reaction. Your body froze, your jealously slowly starting to seep out. Another girl friend?? Namjoon couldn’t, could he? And not tell you? But Yoongi was really close to Namjoon just as well as you were so you knew that he couldn’t be that far from the truth. Not thinking about what you were doing, you got up and stormed to Namjoon’s and Hoseok’s shared room. Pushing the door opened, you saw Namjoon there with his earphones in sitting on the edge of the bed. His laptop pressed against his legs. He was so handsome, black tank showing off his muscles and sagging gray sweatpants on his waist. His hair combed back but still looking messy due to him not doing much today. He glanced at you, eyes flickering over your body quickly before he went back to his work. You sighed shutting the door, deciding to slowly and quietly lock it. You walked to grab a chair from the desk sitting in front of him. When he still didn’t acknowledge you, it felt as if your heart was breaking and you reached out to gently yank an earbud from his ear sitting back.

“I was working.” He replied calmly not glancing at you.

“Who is she?” You blurted out. You had been pondering on what to say but you couldn’t really think of anything so you went with what you were feeling.

“Who?” Namjoon asked annoyance on his face as his fingers glided against his keys.

“Your girlfriend!” You shouted. Namjoon paused, lifting an eyebrow he looked up at you with a stone face his dimples poking out from how he pressed his lips together in a thin line.

“Now what fan said something like that?” He asked and you shook your head.

“Don’t change the subject who is she?” You asked again and when he just stare at you like you were crazy you opened your mouth again. “Yoongi told me you probably had a girlfriend and you’ve been really distant to me. I don’t like that you are just ignoring me for someone else. If you don’t want me around tell me!” You shouted at him, showing some emotions that you normally don’t. Namjoon stare at you a long time before he spoke again with a sigh.

“I don’t have a girlfriend. Yoongi said might, he never said I did and either way if I did have a girlfriend I’m sure he and you both would know! I don’t have anything to hide here. I haven’t been around because you’ve been too busy playing with everyone else to notice me! But we are all your friends and I know how you all care deeply for us so I’m just giving you space! And don’t yell at me especially when you don’t know things that you think you do. Please get out and give me space this time. I don’t want to talk about anything else with you.” Namjoon said simply plopping his white earbud back into his ear. You sat there with your mouth hanging open from how he scolded you. If anything, it sounded like he was just as jealous as you were. Could it be he liked you too? The little subtle hints he gave you, your mind seemed to think about. How he dazed out around you, let only you steal his food. Gave you his clothes to change into and his bed to sleep in almost always insisting that you sleep with him.

You felt like a fool for not noticing. You knew you could probably be wrong too, but for what other reason would he act like this? And it didn’t hurt for you to find out in any means necessary. Getting on your knees, you crawled over to Namjoon slowly, the sweats you had on pressing against the floor. The cotton material rubbing against your skin. You crawled up to him, raising up you pressed your hands against his laptop shutting it. Namjoon raised his eyes open seeing you on your knees in front of him. He tried to play it off frowning as his music turned off from the playlist he had going on.

“What are you doing?” He asked, his voice starting to drop down in an octave. He watched as your hands grabbed at his earbuds and grabbing at the laptop you moved to put it on the chair you were just sitting in. You spread his legs wide staring up at him with big eyes.

“I’ve been neglecting my monster, haven’t I?” You cooed licking on your bottom lip. You pressed your lips against his knee and he let out a soft hitch of breath.

“Don’t do this Y/N. You don’t know what you’re asking for.” Namjoon tried to warn you, pressing his hands on your shoulders. But you didn’t listen to reason. Lifting up you straddled his waist, your hands going in his hair as you straddled him. Your lips finding Namjoon’s as his hands were eager to grip at your waist pulling you towards his body. Your chest against his, legs coming to press on either side of his body. You moaned softly feeling his plump lips press against your own, how he moved his lips softly against yours made your heart flutter. You couldn’t believe you were doing this with your best friend. Making out with him on his bed. Namjoon groaned, eyes screwing shut the kiss was better than something he ever imagined. His hands moved down to your ass pressing you down against his once soft erection that was getting hard.

You started to roll your hips down against his, dry humping him through your clothes to create some friction. Namjoon let you, using his hands to help you ride him his lips moved eagerly against yours. His tongue slid across your bottom lip slowly asking you for permission which you gave him, spreading your lips wide to be greeted by his pink tongue. You swirled your tongue around his, moaning softly as his tongue roamed your mouth. He flicked his muscle everywhere grazing over your teeth and your cheeks, the roof of your mouth and your own tongue, the kiss becoming more heated and needy with each passing second. Your hands gripped at his hair pulling at it as Namjoon started to rock his hips up against yours. Mewls left your lips, you couldn’t believe how good it felt for you to be pressing against him. You circled your hips against his, your clit finding some sort of added pleasure. Breaking the kiss, you looked down in his eyes.

“Namjoon, don’t stop.” You moaned softly, he slipped his hands inside of your joggers gripping at your ass.

“A thong baby? Do you like that?” He asked you softly and you nodded your head looking in his eyes. “Go faster.” He commanded and you did, your head rolling back as he bit onto your neck. He sucked on your skin tasting you, tongue gliding on every ounce of skin he could find. He marked all your skin, your collarbones also receiving attention. He kissed up your neck to your chin biting down on the flesh as you whimpered.

“Fuck! Fuck.” You chanted out shutting your eyes. Namjoon moved his hand down to press his finger against your clit rubbing against it as well as letting your ass move against his bulge. “Oh god Namjoon!” You whimpered out as your orgasm rocked through you, the wet spot staining your sweats, the outline of his erection pressing against your clothed pussy.

“Such a good girl.” He groaned softly kissing your lips again.

“I want monster to come out and play.” You nodded your head pressing your forehead against his.

“I don’t think you can handle the monster. And you will need to be quiet.” He warned you nodded eagerly smirking.

“I can handle anything daddy monster gives me.” You were teasing him, it was fun to see him get so worked up and riled for you.

Namjoon looked at you for a long time before he smirked. Crashing his lips back against yours again his hands slipped from your bottoms, gripping on your breast through your shirt, he kneaded your flesh, before he was pushing up your shirt and you were breaking the kiss to take off the shirt throwing it behind you. Grabbing at his next you helped him take off the shirt his toned muscles and flat stomach showing, the soft peak of abs starting to be outlined showing. “Get on your knees.” He commanded as his eyes roamed to your breast and downwards. Obeying him you moved to get on your knees. Namjoon paused listening to what was going on in the house, deeming it safe he pushed down his boxers and sweats in one girl, his large member standing proudly in the air. As he sat down your eyes glued onto his member not believing that he was actually so big. Your hand reached out to grab at his cock, stroking it up and down feeling the warm appendage in your hand, you leaned forward licking across the head of his shaft. He groaned playing in your hair sweeping it from your face watching as you licked around his head and up and down his shaft. Namjoon wanted to feel more, the red angry tip leaking with precum, he had waited on you for so long he didn’t think teasing would help anything else.

“Monster wants you to use your mouth. Stop teasing.” He gave a stern warning with a trembling voice but you didn’t listen. Too caught up in licking against his veins and even licking across his balls you were too caught up in getting your own pleasure from sucking him off. Namjoon growled, slapping your hand from his cock he gripped at your hair, forcing your mouth onto his cock. You groaned as he stretched out your mouth, moving until you were taking his cock past your plump lips and down your throat.

“Fuck, just like that baby that wet mouth feels so good around daddy’s cock. Do you like it?” He asked softly, holding your head down. He heard you choke slightly so he pulled back, threading his fingers into your hair he moved your head up and down on his shaft slow at first until he was picking up speed. Making little grunts and noises of approval he bit on his bottom lip to keep himself quiet. He watched your cheeks hollowed, your hands pressing on his knees to find purchase. Your eyes looking up at him with pure want and desire. He loved it, how eager you looked and how you wanted more. He started to thrust his hips up against your face as well, shoving your head down trying to get you to take all that you could, loving how your throat tightened up around his cock. He saw your eyes water how you whimpered around him causing you to choke and gag more. Loving how you were acting Namjoon pinched your nose, using his thighs to lift himself up into your mouth, the spit dripping down your chin and onto your covered chest. Namjoon watched as your eyes dropped low, while you were going to the point of about to black out before he let your nose go pulling you off his wet cock. Namjoon let your nose go, keeping his grip in your hair he watched as you heaved trying to gulp in air. Namjoon leaned your face down slapping your cheeks with his wet cock he soon slid himself back into your mouth, bobbing your head up and down listening to your lewd noises. You found yourself enjoying how he stuffed your mouth and how your tongue pressed against different spots on his shaft. He was so thick and you felt like your mouth was so full but you loved every moment of it. How his neck vein popped out as he looked down at you, his own lust and dominance radiating off his body and his face. He growled at you, causing your pussy to quiver and drip from wetness that he caused. He let out a different type of moan causing your toes to curl. He continued to shove your head down, until your eyes were dripping wet from the stretch. He held your head down as his hips moved quickly against your face. He growled out your name lowly spilling his warm cum into your mouth. You greedily tried your best to lick it all up, the bitter sweet cum filling your mouth. Some of it spilling past your lips but when you pulled back you licked yourself clean. Standing up because you expected it to be done.

“Oh no, monster is far from done with you.” Namjoon chuckled picking you up, he carried you to lay on his bed, pushing you down on your back after he unclipped your bra. Namjoon leaned down crawling over your body. His tongue moving to lick across your areola slowly. He played with your breast, his large hands cupping them as his tongue glided across your flesh. He moaned slightly, squeezing your breast with his hand he sucked on them individually like he was not going to have another opportunity the flat of his tongue pressing against your skin. As he kissed lower down your stomach, his fingers flicked across your nipples. He kissed along your hips before he pulled himself back, gripping at your bottoms pulling them down. He grabbed at your thongs pulling them down and off your legs. He gripped at your hips pulling you against the edge of the bed. He lifted your legs up straight in the air. He licked up and down your pussy, moaning softly he played with your slit flicking his tongue against it. Soon his lips were wrapping around your pink pert bud. He sucked on your clit, nibbling gently on the flesh he watched as you whimpered against the bed. He pulled back after sometimes pressing his tongue against your entrance. He slowly slid it inside of you, his tongue wiggled inside of you licking around your entrance tasting your wet walls making him groan low in his throat. He pulled back from you before he pushed his tongue back into you, thrusting it in and out slowly teasing you with it. You were trying not to moan but you tried to bite on your hand to silence your moan but you couldn’t help it. Namjoon hearing it a bit too loud, he spread your legs wide, his hand creeping up to wrap around your neck, he cut off your air, giving you a dark look as his tongue assaulted your pussy, thrusting in and out of your wet walls he swirled it trying to find your spot as he let his tongue slip deep inside of you. He moaned pressing his face against your pussy, his hair tickling against your lower stomach causing you to squirm, your stomach tightening up as he ate you out. It felt so good, how his tongue wiggled in and out of you, filling you up, the pink muscle curving and thrusting a bit faster inside of your walls. He was trying to get you off, he enjoyed tasting your sweetness it was like drinking up water. His teeth nipping on your pussy lips as he felt his cock throb. Your body was shaking, his thumb digging into your neck leaving a bruise that would surely be there tomorrow. He kept you pinned against the bed, your pussy tightening around his tongue as you got closer to a release. He encouraged it continuing to speed up his tongue motions finding your spot and aiming for it over and over. He let his other hand press your leg down against the bed, eyes drinking you in, his mind taking mental photos of how you looked pinned down from him. Slowly you gave into your orgasm your hips bucking up as you gasp for air trying to feel your lungs. You blacked out for a split second, Namjoon letting your neck go as your vision returned slowly seeing little stars of light you blinked looking up at him in a daze. Swallowing you licked your lips, opening your legs up wider for him. He crawled on top of you, sliding his cock up and down your slit slowly.

“Can I slide in raw?” He asked softly, his want dripping off how he spoke to you. Your legs wrapped around his waist as you nodded your head.

“I want to feel all of you Namjoon, monster. I want to have you deep inside of me.” You kissed his lips, your hand gripping onto his shaft, you lead him to press against your entrance. As soon as his head felt your opening he lunged his hips forward burying himself inside of you.

“Namjoon.” You choked out a cry of his name, the way you gave into him submitting made him smirk down at you. Pressing his hand down against your mouth, he tilted your head back making it harder for you to moan out for him. Slapping his hips against yours, he pressed his knees down into the bed pressing into you. The missionary position fitting for you both as he leaned his head down to nibble on your ear husking out.

“You feel so good baby girl. I’ve thought about fucking you for a while now, and I can’t believe that I finally get to fuck into this sweet little pussy. You feel better than heaven.” Namjoon moaned out, licking across your lobe slowly. He shut his eyes switching his pace between fast and relentless to slow and sensual. He was thick and you couldn’t believe you were taking every inch of him inside of your pussy. His hips rolling against yours until he found your spot. The little muffled cry you gave out against his hand told him all he needed to know. He continued to slip inside of you, his girth stretching out your wet walls that sucked him in, holding him hostage. Namjoon licked against your neck his balls pressing against your ass as he picked up his pace letting it stay fast.

“Are you going to be a good girl and cum for me since you practically came and jumped on daddy’s cock? I need you to cum for me Y/N I want to feel all your cum onto daddy’s cock.” He encouraged rasping in your ear, his free hand dragging across your clit rubbing it in fast harsh circles. You looked up at him, your pussy squeezing around his shaft as the wetness poured from your cunt. You were so close, your stomach tightening and your tongue flicking against his sweaty palm. With a few more snaps of his hips against your spot your eyes were rolling back as you met your third orgasm that night the overstimulation causing you to squirm and drag your nails down his biceps the pleasure coursing through you. “Good girl, now daddy is going to cum inside of you.” He kissed your ear snapping his hips even harder, until he was spilling his cum inside of you his cock twitching as he released it all inside of you. Riding out your orgasms together he slowly took his hand from your lips until he was pressing soft kisses against your lips smiling down at you. Waiting for a while he pulled out of you and laid beside you pulling you against his body huffing slightly he gave you a dimpled smile.

“So.. Does this mean you are only mine?” He asked softly nuzzling your nose.

“Yes, I’m all yours.” You yawned slightly kissing on his face before straddling him down to pepper his body in your kisses.

“I told you.” Yoongi chuckled standing up from the door straightening out his clothes holding up his hand in front of Hoseok.

“I can’t believe they even waited this long.” He sighed handing over the money as they walked back to the front room to join the others and give you privacy.

anonymous asked:

Do you have any good latinx wlw books?

*sings gospel of JULIET TAKES A BREATH by Gabby Rivera forever* 

*and LABYRINTH LOST by Zoraida Cordova*

(And I haven’t read it, but it’s worth mentioning DOWN TO THE BONE by Mayra Lazara Doyle)

WHEN THE MOON WAS OURS by Anna-Marie McLemore is m/f, but the female MC is queer. (The same is true of her upcoming WILD BEAUTY.)

(By non-Latinx authors, there’s also Cam Girl by Elliot Wake w/a Leah Raeder, the upcoming Echo After Echo by Amy Rose Capetta, and the upcoming It’s Not Like It’s a Secret by Misa Sugiura has a Latina love interest, as does Lies My Girlfriend Told Me by Julie Anne Peters; I haven’t read either of those, but A&B by JC Lillis is fab and has a Latina love interest as well.)

It’s not out until 2019, but I’d be remiss not to give a shout to When We Set the Dark on Fire by Tehlor Kay Mejia, too!