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EXO’s Reaction to You Saying Another Member is Sexy


Xiumin would be completely chill about it—after all, you didn’t say Xiumin himself wasn’t sexy.  He’d just nod in agreement, watching Chen dance, before saying, “Yeah, he’s got a great ass, too.”


Chen would be a little more salty about it, giving you a “bitch, what did you just say?” look before shaking his head.  He’d give you the silent treatment for a while until you reassured him that he was way sexier than Kai.


“UM?  Are you forgetting who your boyfriend is?” Baekyun would yell when you let slip that you thought Suho was..well, pretty hot.  Baekhyun would then proceed to body roll until you agreed that he was sexier.


Chanyeol would definitely be..confused? Disgruntled? Either way, he wouldn’t be happy about the way you ogled Sehun.  He wouldn’t confront you about it but would make sure to “casually” flex whenever you were looking.


Pretty relaxed about literally everything, Lay would just nod when you muttered a derogatory comment about D.O’s tight shirt, not really understanding the innuendo you had used.  He’d later tell D.O what you had said, unaware how dirty it was.


Yeah, no.  Absolutely not. D.O wouldn’t tolerate you eyeing up other guys, including Lay. He’d quietly whisper in your ear that you two were going to be having a little chat when you got home that you wouldn’t enjoy.


Suho would be more stunned than anything, sort of in a state of disbelief that his girlfriend had just commented on Chanyeol’s ass.  He wouldn’t really say anything, but you could tell he was super uncomfortable by the “dead inside” look on his face.


“Jagi. I’m…I’m right here,” Kai would say, pointing at himself when he saw you eyeing up Xiumin.  He’d probably continue to give you dirty looks for the rest of the day until you convinced him that you really thought he was sexier.


Sehun would not be having it.  “Seriously?” He would give you a grossed-out look before walking away. He wouldn’t really bother to try to “prove” that he was sexier—because he already knew he was—and would instead just throw a temper tantrum when you weren’t looking.

My two biggest concerns for season two of Wynonna Earp:

  • that Waverly will come out as gay instead of bisexual and the fandom declares it bi erasure, even though her current character arc is set up in a way that it could also be a lesbian who realizes it in her twenties
  • that Wynonna will continue to be a little unsure between Doc and Dolls, since she isn’t actually dating either of them by the end of the season and deeply cares for them both, and the fandom acts like this comes out of nowhere

stuffhereforever  asked:

My partner currently is not living with me yet, but always anthropomorphizes his animals (in particular snakes).... Saying things like they don't want to eat unless he's also eating so he eats a snack etc while feeding them.... Calling them his children and himself their daddy... Claiming certain behaviors mean they want to be picked up and held etc. It's really annoying to me because I know this is all totally incorrect. Can anyone give advice on how to talk to him about this?

Gently, casually, intermittently. You can’t just be like ‘dude, no’ and not have it damage the relationship. With people like that in my life, on the important stuff, I just drop in comments occasionally about the actuality of things. Sometimes I’ll make it be a joke, sometimes I’ll just be like ‘so it’s actually kinda cool that x is a thing, you wouldn’t think right?’. People seem to absorb some of it over time. 

You could also maybe just have an honest discussion with him about that, if you feel like it’s something he’d be receptive to and that you have a strong enough relationship to overcome any conflict it causes. Find a time and be like hey, can we talk about this, this is a thing that bothers me. I’d frame it as you’re totally fine with the comments if they’re not serious but you really want to make sure that you’re on the same page about them being jokes and not reality because that can influence actual animal welfare. 


Based off of #36 prompt found here

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Finals week; the week where all students are strung out on coffee, sleep deprived and cramming a whole semester’s worth of information —which is not a sufficient way of studying, at least, that is what psychology taught you.

After almost four years of college, you still have not managed to adequately find a successful way to deal with the week of horror. It just gets worse and worse each year, and the week feels as though it gets longer and longer, almost neverending.

You groan heavily, your eyes burning as they stare at your notes and your Chemistry text that seems to have sticky notes and highlighter all through it. The information is just getting soaked up in your eyes and not adhering, which could be due to the lack of sleep and the coffee now shrinking thin. Your attention is driven away from the study notes and the study guide, Shawn stepping into the bedroom of your apartment, your keys getting thrown to the bed.

“You know, you should really start paying attention to the oil in your car.” He comments with a small grin as he shrugs his coat off of lengthy arms.

“I have been a tad busy,” You gesture towards the notes scattered across your bed, your pen now aimlessly tapping against one of the pages.

He steps closer to you, leaning down and kissing your lips, “I know, I thought we could maybe get some take out and watch a movie?” He suggests, sitting down beside you, “And before you whine about finals week, you need to eat and to have a break.” He immediately prevents you from disputing his requests of a movie and some food. You nod, your eyes scanning the presumptuous statements in the book, Shawn’s soft hums distracting you as his fingers trace small gatherings on your back.

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anonymous asked:

could you possibly do a request where naruto is really stressed about hid hokage duties and one night he just breaks down crying because everyone expects do much of him and sasuke cheers him up? A lot of fluff if possible! And thanks! <3


Naruto opened his tired eyes to see Sasuke staring at him lovingly.


Naruto started waking up, stretching out his stiff muscles from falling asleep yet again on his table.

“Naruto get up or you will be late for work.”

Naruto jolted up in haste to Sasuke’s comment.

“What time is it?”

“7 am.”

Naruto immediately ran to the bathroom washed his face and teeth, quickly changing into his clothes at the same time and ran out the door. He didn’t even have time to say goodbye to Sasuke who was standing by the door looking at him run furiously back to the Hokage tower.

Naruto was surviving on such little hours of sleep lately, not like his normal hours were spectacular but at least he got more than 6 hours of sleep. Naruto would be lucky if he got more than 2 hours per night this week.

Everything had been piling up, the chunin exams were around the corner and so much crap had happened recently that his mind was literally about to implode from the amount of stress it was undertaking.


Naruto jumped through the window, he had no time to waste he walked over to a pile of urgent papers stacked in the corner of his room and started speed writing. He felt like his hand was working triple the speed, until a moment occurred and the words on his paper started to blur due to the velocity of Naruto’s eyes moving back, forward and across the paper to keep up with his hands.

“Hey Naruto, did you not get any sleep again tonight? Because you look like shit again.”

Naruto looked up to Kakashi with a very sarcastic face that said ‘no shit’.

“What do you think?”

“Most definitely no if you look like this pile of shit.”

Naruto irritatingly brushed off Kakashi’s comments and refocused on the papers which laid before him.

“Naruto please don’t kill the messenger, but we have a situation.”

Naruto dug his nails into the wooden desk which had suffered enough from Naruto’s stress this week, the wood looked bashed and tattered from the amount of times Naruto had clawed, punched and kicked it out of frustration.

Naruto was ready to receive another thing on top of everything that he already had.

“For fuck sake, what else could go wrong?”

“Shikamaru has reported strange activity in the forest west from here, it seems like a couple of rouge ninja have found their way to Konoha but we should be able to handle them on our own.”

Naruto rubbed his temples to find some form of release to his throbbing migraine.

“Fuck okay, um… Go round up a team of elite shinobi and back up Shikamaru.”

“On it.”

Kakashi was gone in a quick blink leaving a trail of clouds after him.

Naruto looked at his papers which all had red marks saying urgent on them and turned around to see the beautiful sunny day. He let out a deep sigh, wishing so desperately he could be out there again, doing missions, venturing the road less traveled. But his Hokage duties were constant and at times brutal. The amount of time and dedication being Hokage demanded was something he was never prepared for, or at least forewarned about.

The hours were heavy, his social life was slowly crumbling around him, he saw people close to him slowly back away to give him space so he could focus. But that meant losing valuable relationships in his life, losing time for friends and fun and ultimately losing time to be with Sasuke. Naruto was worried, extremely worried that Sasuke was going to say he didn’t want to be with Naruto anymore because all he did was work, he had that terrifying thought in the back of his mind for a while now and it haunted him everyday.

Naruto needed to stop thinking about everything but work, he needed to focus, he had a job, actually a responsibility to be the best Hokage there ever was. And now that he was here he would have to show them that they choose the right guy.

Naruto furiously started to write and read the urgent documents, signing and finalizing various papers which would heavily impact the upcoming year in Konoha. He only wished that the decisions he made today were the correct ones and that his choices wouldn’t come back to bite him in the butt later on.


“Naruto, have you finished the papers on the expansion?”

Naruto frantically started thinking about the 50 trillion papers he had signed off today.

“Uh…. Fuck Kiba, I did. But it’s in this giant ass pile. Can you possibly look for it because I have to keep going?”

“God Naruto how hard do they have you working that you can’t find a paper?”

“You have no fucking idea Kiba.”

Naruto kept writing the next lot of papers, looking through the fine print for water access into the village and the new proposition for lowering water demands in the village. He tried to wrap his head around the massive figures and statistics on the paper but ultimately it made no sense to him, as much as he re-read it nothing clicked in his brain.

“You look like your struggling there?”

“Fuck I need Shikamaru. Any chance you can find him and tell him to come in?”

“What am I your errand boy now?”

“Oh, please Kiba I’lle make it up to you?”

“Fuck fine, only because I don’t want you to assign me shit jobs.”

“Wise decision, thanks Kiba.”


Kiba left the Hokage tower feeling annoyed Naruto had him running his errands but secretly deep down he knew Naruto could use all the help he could get, he looked like he was about to have a mental break down from lack of sleep and raging amount of stress. If it wasn’t evident enough by the amount of papers piled in his room, his sagging eyes which screamed lack of sleep were also big indicators.

Kiba walked down the streets, kicking the rocks on the road out of his way.

He heard a very familiar voice talking around the corner, it sounded like Sasuke.

Kiba thought he had enough time to complain to the Hokage’s boyfriend about how annoying Naruto was for sending him on some annoying errands so he decided to turn the corner and find were Sasuke was hiding.


“Do you think these are nice?”

“Oh, yer they are beautiful, just like you.”

“Hm… they sure are pretty.”

Kiba was shocked by what he was hearing. He sneakily looked around the corner, peering so he could only see a slither of Sasuke talking to a very attractive man at the flower shop.

Was he cheating on Naruto? What was he going to say? He couldn’t stay quiet, but Naruto would be heart broken.

“I’lle get these” Sasuke pointed at a bunch of yellow flowers.

“Great choice handsome.”

“Hm., yer if I do so say myself they are really pretty.”

Kiba turned away, hastily running away from the scene. He was panting and over analysing everything he just saw.


Naruto had been sitting down writing, reading and signing for nearly 11 hours straight at this point, he didn’t even know what time it was or even if it was a different day but he didn’t care he just had to keep working. The elders expected his presentation to be ready for tomorrow, the design and curriculum of the new ninja academy was given to him and he was going to do everything in his power to do his best.

Naruto heard a faint knock on his door and slightly got irritated by it.

“Come in.”

Kiba walked in with slump shoulders.

“Hey Naruto.”

“Kiba, great did you speak to Shikamaru?”

“Yep, he said he can be over in 20 minutes he is just finishing helping Kakashi.”

Naruto could sense something was wrong with Kiba he seemed off, he didn’t have time to waste, but he also wasn’t a shit friend and didn’t want to brush Kiba off if something was bothering him.

Naruto needed to figure out how to be a decent human being and be good at his job without compromising anything.

“Is something bothering you?”

“Uh, nothing don’t worry about it.”

“Oh, come on Kiba, tell me, I know something is up.”

Kiba hesitated but ultimately decided to spill his secrets.

“Naruto, I might be over analysing or saw something that isn’t true, but I just thought you ought to know.”

Naruto’s mind was now fully fixated on Kiba, he anxiously waited the words which would come out of Kiba’s mouth, scared it might be something he didndt want to hear, or something he couldn’t deal with right now.

“I saw Sasuke with another guy…”

Naruto’s heart stopped the room became quite the air suddenly dropped a thousand degrees. He couldn’t focus on anything his head felt fogged with a thousand emotions.

“I don’t know what I saw but he seemed really close to him and the guy was obviously flirting with Sasuke, and he didn’t say anything he just casually went along with his flirting, I really hope I’m wrong I just thought you should know.”

Naruto gulped down harshly, feeling his throat close in response. He felt as though he was struggling to breathe, like someone was holding his lungs shut.

“Oh, don’t worry Kiba it properly was his friend, thank you for looking out for me though, if that Is all I have to continue.”

“Oh okay, I’lle leave you be.”

“Thank you Kiba, really that was very nice of you.”

Kiba sent a friendly wave to Naruto and left through his front door.


Naruto started to focus on the papers again, trying his hardest to focus on the words in front of him, but all he saw was Sasuke with another guy, they looked close, flirting. He tried to highlight a sentence but his hands were shaking furiously.

He tried to push through, but tears started to fall onto the paper and his vision was no more than blurred clouds of salty tears.

Naruto flung the papers aside harshly, slamming his pen down at the same time. He stood up abruptly and went to the corner or his room. Looking out to the village through the large windows, he saw his reflection, his dark sagged eyes filled to the brim with hot tears. His weak physic and his pathetic self, looking back at him, just looking.

If he was better at this, better at being Hokage, better at numbers and figures and just fucking better at his job maybe Sasuke wouldn’t be trying to find another guy right now? Maybe this was all his fault?

He was so fucking down, the tears kept rolling down his cheeks, falling one by one creating a small stream of pain, sadness, stress and ultimately failure.


“Naruto, you called for me?”

Naruto quickly wiped away his tears and turned around to face Shikamaru

“Are you okay Naruto?”

Naruto nodded quickly and brought Shikamaru forward.

“Yer I’m just tired, can you look at this please and try to explain what the fuck they are trying to say, the statistics on this paper just makes zero  sense to me.”

Shikamaru looked at the paper with an inquisitive face scanning everything with fine detail like most geniuses did.

“Wow, this is quite detailed. Are you sure you want me to go over all of it, it’s quite detailed it might take me a while to go through all of it?”

“Yer go on, it’s not like I am in a rush to get home or anything.”

Shikauramaru looked at Naruto with a confused look.

“Sasuke won’t be waiting for you?”

“Nope his out with a mate.”

“Oh okay, well then, let’s start from the beginning.”


3 am

Naruto closed his door and walked out the Hokage tower, he was in no rush to face Sasuke right now. He was too tired to fight and too emotionally unstable to hear that he was leaving him. He thought if he slept on the couch and left in an hour or two, Sasuke wouldnt even wake up and hear Naruto coming in or out.


Naruto quietly opened his house, trying his best not to wake Sasuke to avoid any fights that would properly be coming soon.

His house was lit with tiny candles everywhere, soft violin was playing in the back ground and beautiful yellow flowers where in a vase which had sticky note on them. He went forward to read the note that had a beautiful message from Sasuke.

-These flowers are for you, let them brighten your day just like you brighten mine, my beautiful sunshine.-

Naruto picked up the most beautiful sunflowers he had ever seen in his life, they were bunched together with a soft yellow ribbion which tied the 10 flowers together.

“Funny story about those flowers, the guy at the shop was hell trying to flirt with me so I would buy more but I was pretty set on those, because they remind me of you.”

Naruto turned around to see Sasuke standing in the midst of dimly lit candles. Suddenly his head ache, anger and tiredness had all vanished.

“Sasuke, what is all of this?”

“Well let’s just say I pulled a few strings and got you the day off tomorrow, so… if you would like to follow me?”

Naruto’s heart was pounding loudly within his chest and his skin vibrated when it came into contact with Sasuke hand as if each cell on his hand wanted to be closer and closer, until two became one.


Naruto was being dragged by Sasuke to the  bathroom, as soon as he was in the bathroom his eyes were met with a sight of pure bliss. The bathroom was lit with twinkling fairy lights which were placed all around the place. The bath was full of bouncing bubbles which were accompanied by warm water and drizzled with rose petals scattered on top of this scenic view There were candles by the window and a towel freshely pressed on the towel holder.

“Okay, either I’lle rip your clothes off or you can. Though not going to lie I would rather do it.”

Naruto chuckled lightly looking happily into Sasuke’s eyes.

“Sasuke, I can’t believe you…”

“Uh… no words just change.”

Naruto looked at Sasuke cheekily and walked closer to his partener so their bodies were no longer separated.  He slowly kissed Sasukes neck, tickling him in the process.

“Naruto, you know I’m ticklish.”

Sasuke started to laugh but quickly pushed him away.

“Naruto get changed or I will attack you.”

“Hm I guess you will have to do it your self.”

Sasuke looked up with lustful eyes, his fingers lingered on Naruto’s cheeks furiously fighting back the temptation to not remove all of Naruto’s clothes and take him into the bedroom.

“You are torturing me, but today is for you to relax and as much as sex sounds like heaven to me, its not going to relax you at all.”


Naruto started to kiss Sasukes cheeks, moving down to bite his lower lip. Sasuke started pulling up Naruto’s shirt to reveal an extremely ripped body. He slowly pulled down his pants and boxers so he was left bare.

“Fuck this is difficult, here take ya dam rope and get in the bath.”

Naruto chuckled but did as he was told and as much as tempting Sasuke was fun a bath actually sounded like heaven for his aching body and mind.


As soon as Naruto touched the water his skin leapt in happiness. His muscles relaxed soothing into the warm sensation that was the bubble bath warm silky water.

His mind entered a state of absolute relaxation, he could felt the enormous pile of stress built in every corner of his body release. He opened his eyes and Sasuke was staring lovingly at him, watching Naruto like he was the most important person that mattered in his universe.

“So Naruto don’t laugh…but I may have learnt something for you.”

Naruto curiously looked at Sasuke whilst playing with the bubbles which floated around his knees.

“Uh, what is it?”

“Give me two secs.”

Sasuke left quickly and went off to the bedroom, Naruto heard shuffing and banging. He was superbly curious about what the hell Sasuke was on about.

Sasuke walked in with a classical guitar looking enormously shy.

“Holy shit you learnt to play the guitar?”

“Shut up usuratonkachi.”

Sasuke walked over to the bath and sat on the edge, he carefully placed his slender hands on the cords and looked up to            Naruto.

“Well, this is the most humiliating thing you will ever see, so… if you laugh at me I swear I will chidori your ass to the ground.”

Naruto chuckled a little then smiled cheekily.

“Go on Sasuke I wont laugh, or at least I’lle try.”

Sasuke raised his eyebrow in slight annoyance but decided not to already destory Naruto with his guitar.

“Okay here goes nothing.”

Sasuke started playing a beautiful tune that melted into the steamy air, each cord played sounded like heaven had touched Narutos ears. The soft tune played softly caressing every fiber in Naruto’s body. The rose petals floating on top of the waters surface seemed to dance in tune with guitar.

Naruto was in total ecstasy, his body and mind were being transported to the hills of spain. As he laid there in his hammock brushed by the silky fabric of water he lost all recollection that he was actually at home and in the bath tub.


Sasuke tapped Naruto gently, brushing away damp hair which dangled closely around his eyes.

“Babe you feel asleep.”

Naruto looked around, sad that his dream of spain and sweet classical guitar had ended.

He was astonished by how quickly he had been cradled to sleep by the soft tunes of Sasuke’s playing, what shocked him more is how Sasuke had learnt to play so beautifully without him noticing, was he that busy at work that he hadn’t noticed it?

“Sasuke, how did you learn to play so beautifully, you literally serenaded me to sleep?”

Sasuke brought over a towel for Naruto and helped him out of the tub.

“Well to be honest I only started last month, you have been so busy and stressed lately that I thought I would try do something nice for you.”

Naruto looked at this man, actually at this angel, even better yet at this god amongst men. Not only was he able to pick up an instrument and play it like an expert in one month, he was also the most caring and beautiful person on this planet.

“Hm, did you know I love you Sasuke?”

Sasuke had a small smirk on his face, his cheeks turned a soft pink, “I may be aware.”

Naruto was so blissfully happy in this moment with his partner, he didn’t want to waste a minute longer not fully appreciating every muscle, fiber and cell of Sasuke.

Naruto took Sasuke’s hand and dragged him to the bedroom. He through Sasuke onto the bed with enough force to not actually hurt the man.

“Wooh, Naruto your tired, its okay go to bed we can continue this tomorrow.”

Naruto cheekily smirked, he looked at his phone which was on the cabinet next to him, the time shined in the dark room, iluminating 12.30 am.

“It is tomorrow.”

Naruto let go off his towel and dimmed the light down, enough to still see the curves and dips of Sasukes body.


my best friend wrote a fic about Shiro smoking pot to help with his PTSD and she’s really excited to share it, so if you don’t mind, could you all read it and comment nice things? It gets weird at the end but she’s the reason I got into writing fic again. There are 0 ships in the fic; it’s just the team as family. Thank you so much if you read it.

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anonymous asked:

Tips for telling someone you're a self diagnosed autistic? (Friend, same age, and I'm a minor).

I just started talking about autism and my experiences in the autistic community and people figured it out. Sharing a lot of autistic articles on FB, talking about my own experiences that were similar, stuff like that.

That worked for me, but IDK if it will work for you. If your friend likes being told stuff directly, you could just tell them that you’re pretty sure you’re autistic. Or if they comment on one of your behaviors that is autistic, just say it’s because you’re autistic, something like that.

Most the time I just wait for it to come up though, because it eventually does. I’m really heavily involved in mental health and neurodiversity activism though, so it  probably comes up more than it does for most people. I also openly stim in public, and that brings questions.

anonymous asked:

Hey, not to disregard your fun or anything like that, but the SU AU RP you talked about sounds like it could actually be a really cool independent story? Like if you changed the names I think you could really do something big with that plot idea.

careful, that’s the exact same line of thought that got us 50 shades of grey. 

anonymous asked:

Today a psychologist told me that she couldn't diagnose me with ASD because I'm not "impeded enough by it" but had no comment on what 'it' could otherwise be 😒

i’m sorry – the system is really shitty towards autistic adults and i hope you find a professional who takes you seriously.

I just wanted to say thank you for 1,000+ follows!!!! ヾ(^∇^) Im so happy and blessed, I really appreciate it! ❤️❤️❤️ 

I’ve wanted to talk for So Long about the portrayal of anxiety in YOI but I’ve been having so much trouble putting together what I want to say in the most effective manner. I kept trying to come at this in a more analytical fashion, but considering that this is such a personally important topic to me, I’m going to try a more emotional approach. Something I don’t normally do.

So really, to start off, I wanna say that I’m so damn thankful for the way Yuuri is written. Really, seriously. I don’t think I’ve ever had the ability to relate more to character; Yuuri is close to a mirror of my own experiences with anxiety and it’s so fantastic to have a model of development and growth for me and people like me. I found the portrayal to be frighteningly accurate, from types of thoughts, behaviors, mannerisms… I think the episode that stood out to me the most in terms of Yuuri’s anxiety was ep7, aka Yuuri’s on-screen panic attack episode. 

The first thing I noticed was this: 

I can’t tell you how many times I’ve found myself in that exact position. I bounce my legs when I panic, just like Yuuri is doing here. Head in his hands, breathing heavily, bouncing and jostling limbs. This isn’t the Mary-Sue cutesy portrayal of anxiety–this is a real anxiety disorder. It’s not pretty. It’s not easy. It can’t be fixed with a single word or a touch or a person. Quite frankly, it’s ugly and you lose control of your body. 

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one of the beautiful things about this clip was the amount of respect these boys have toward sana, it’s something that you could just feel. it’s such a popular misconception people have, muslim and/or arab boys who completely disrespect girls, who think girls are inferior, not as worthy as them. people associate islam with sexism. but when sana’s brother at the end of the clip made a really clumsy and unintentionally offensive comment to his little sister, these boys were not having it, they immediately let their friend know that it was 100% wrong for him to say that, even as a joke, you don’t make that type of comment, these boys felt that it was wrong, they felt offended by elias’ comment 

these boys are the complete opposite of sexists. these boys are actually feminists. don’t you dare make a sexist comment in front of them, they’re not gonna let it slide

ikke snakk til meg
  • we open with sana reciting this surah, which i see as an effort from sana to try and regain focus on her faith (but you should ask the muslims in the fandom <3)
  • very violent online abuse flashes before her eyes, apparently from when she was in middle school (here’s a detailing of the abuse)
  • once again, sana’s prayer is interrupted (it’s always interrupted either by an external character, or by her own thoughts…at the end of the series we’ll see her pray uninterrupted and it will be gorgeous)
  • we get this beautiful shot of literal and metaphorical self reflection. sana is broken after the latest events and she is now trying to pick herself back up (so, of course, she tries to go back to the beginning: the sana we first saw on the show, before it all started)
  • adding the above piece of art for reasons (like to charge/reblog to cast)
  • we’ve seen sana wear very loose hijabs this season, i remember people commenting on it. here, she tightens the fabric around her neck. i see it as her trying to protect herself. she needs all the extra strength she can get. all the extra fabric between her and the world.
  • she tries to reach out for the only friend (we know of) she could have left: jamilla. but we see they never got closure on the “sharmutta incident” and, when sana scrolls up, she is reminded of how much her and jamilla differ from one another. and she gives up.
  • quick note: i am not too happy too see jamilla painted as this hating muslimah but i’ll wait until the end of the series. her comment “i was just trying to protect you” reminds me a lot of sonja, who i hated really badly when she confronted isak during the hotel scene. but who redeemed herself and explained her behaviour in the end.
  • we see their last messages are from january 2016, so just after season 1 if i’m not mistaken? the tension started then and that’s probably why sana and her were already at war during season 2.
  • anyone knows what game the norwegians are playing at the school? it looks like a dance of some sorts: the way they’re placed and the couple is running in between the two groups…
  • isak is wearing a dandelion. from twitter: løvetannbarn (dandelion child) means person that has survived almost impossible upbringing.
  • this time, the lyrics are so on the nose even the beautiful subbers decided to translate some of them: an even song. to me, reminiscent of all the rumours spread about him paralleling the rumours spread about sana right now.
  • we see the pictures from the teaser: isak’s eye, sara (same jacket), noora…
    we’re missing the brown hair with a hand ruffling them and the carrot munching (but i feel like the carrot bit was more symbolic than anything)
  • sana is back to the beginning (see above) except, this time, it’s reversed: she’s not joining the girl squad and the russbuss. she’s leaving both.
  • liar liar pants on fire
  • and she’s not trying to show, like in her first clip where she sassed vilde and told her being a russ was punished by stoning, that she can and will become a russ. she’s instead using her faith as a reason for why she doesn’t want to be a russ. very flippening, much reversal.
  • sana goes to class and…
  • the book is open on a page about dandelions.
  • which brings me to the symbolism of the dandelion. according to google, dandelion translates to “dent de lion” in french which means “lion’s tooth” (i can vouch for that), summoning the symbolic meaning of lions: courage, pride, family (connection/communication). the dandelion is also a sun symbol (#sanasol).
  • we get this exchange that i LOVE but that, unfortunately, is getting misunderstood: sana and isak are awkward around each other but both really want to talk to each other. sana, after looking at isak’s very obvious blackeye, glances at the dandelion in his hair. isak scoffs and takes it off.
    you can’t take a black eye off. you can’t get rid of that barrier between two people. but you can take a flower off. i feel like the flower, here, is a perfect way for them to (in the sweetest way) break the ice. our attention is briefly redirected from the (devastating) black eye to the (hopeful) flower and, for a moment, everything is OK.

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like real people do | jungkook

summary: the feelings for your friends with benefits are changing. months pass, and you feel your gut telling you that you want more. you’re just not sure if he feels the same. 

piece 1, piece 2, piece 3

college student!reader, friends with benefits!jungkook

based off hozier’s song ‘like real people do’

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This is Part Four of my Miraculous colored comic. 

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More pages are coming! I can only work so fast, but I have something sweet planned.

I’m going to repeat my thank you from before. I really, really appreciate all of the support. Again, thank you guys again for all the enthusiasm, you may think that your comments and likes don’t reach me, but in reality it makes my day. As an artist, this is all I could possibly ask for, so thank you <3

Miraculous Headcanon

Warning: i have been adding to this headcanon for nearly a month so it is pretty long xD OOPS SORRY NOT SORRY (i did put a cut though, so, yeah) NO REGRETS

  • Marinette is a youtuber
  • Her channel consists of mostly sped up videos of her drawing designs and making her designs. Some have voice over, some have soothing and relaxing music.
  • Her channel blew up
  • Partially because, wow, she’s really talented for only being in high school
  • And people just really enjoyed watching her work, it’s very unique
  • Sometimes she’ll do simple tutorials on how to make a simple skirt, or get started on designing, but those are more rare videos
  • She has a second channel that is less professional than her main, where she posts a bunch of random vlogs that her and Alya take whenever they do something interesting, or even some random challenges. Most of these videos involve Alya, since she got Marinette to make a second channel for fun vlogs
  • Her international followers (#subtitles) find it very interesting anytime she talks about Ladybug and Chat Noir because there are legit superheroes in Paris and no other part of the world has seen that.
  • They vlog all sorts of things
    • going to the craft store for new fabrics, buttons, patterns, literally anything Marinette needs for her next project (or they’re just bored)
    • They record random things they see around Paris, cosplayers of LB and CN, pigeons being weird, aesthetics
    • Alya and Marinette have a weekly “review” which includes Alya buying something for Marinette to review- mostly themed around her favorite heroes
    • Sometimes just walking around the mall. Nino is spotted in many vlogs as well, but Adrien is rarely seen since he is already around so many cameras in his normal life Marinette is respecting his privacy
  • A lot more below the cut because I have been working on this headcanon for nearly a month!

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Mischief and Babygirl // A Stiles Stilinski Roommate AU Smut

Prompt: Imagine two people being in a situation where they can’t stand each other and are forced to live together. They hate each other with every fiber in their body and are always mad about the smallest things. But, what they didn’t know was that they had made an online friend and had grown very fond of each other and started dating online with each other. When they decided to meet up and see one another for the first time, they find themselves in a very shocking and unexpected situation.

Relationship: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Mutual Masterbation, Dirty Talk, Sexting, Nudes, Oral (male on female), Fingering, and Swearing.

Word Count: 6,829

A/N: This is definitely one of my favorite one-shots I have written. I really hope y’all like it, too. It’s another round of me and @celestial-writing just putting ideas together (love you)! Also, how fucking hot is angry Stiles tho???

And guys, I put this thing so you can now read your own name instead of (Y/N)!! If you’re not on my blog, you just have to click the little box which will take you there and BOOM, now my fics have become 100% personal for you! (Unfortunetly, doesn’t work on mobile)

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Immediately letting out a shout as anger boiled up inside of her for the millionth time today because of the same freckled boy, (Y/N) grabbed the empty jug of milk out the refrigerator and trudged towards the dining room table. There sat her four roommates and greatest friends in the world, well everyone except Stiles Stilinski that is.

“Stiles!” She yelled, throwing the empty bottle in his lap and startling him. “I swear to God, if you ever leave anything empty in the fridge again, I will kick your sorry ass!”

“Sweetheart, you couldn’t kick this ass no matter how hard you tried.” Stiles scoffed and took the bottle off of his body to place it on the table.

“You wanna bet?” (Y/N) threatened.

“Funny.” He laughed which only made the young woman even more furious than she already was.

Stiles immediately jumped when she harshly slammed her hand down on the surface in front of him, leaning her face so close to his that they were only inches apart.

“Never doubt a woman’s capacity to destroy someone.” (Y/N) stated, her voice harsh enough to make him gulp. “We do know how to perfectly get rid of blood stains after all.”

“Damn, Stiles.” Scott chuckled from his seat on the table. “If I were you, I’d go buy a lifetime supply of milk right now just to protect myself.”

“Nah,” Camile disagreed and everyone could hear the smile in her voice. “What they need to do is sleep with each other already. The sexual tension between you two is really tiring.”

“I’ll say.” Madi groaned. “I’m the one who’s room is right next to theirs and, God, the fighting is non-stop. Just have sex already, please? Not for the love of God, but for my sanity!”

“(Y/N) wishes she could get into my pants.” Stiles smirked, a grin playing on his lips as their eyes locked.

“Oh please, Stiles.” She scoffed, standing up straight again. “As if you actually had something in your pants that interested me.”

“Ouch.” Scott cringed and a devious smirk made its way onto (Y/N)’s lips when she noticed Stiles get offended by her comment. “I’d leave her alone after that one.”

Stiles angrily skid his chair back, its legs screeching against the tiles, and stood up. As intimidating as it was to have him look down into her eyes due to how much taller he was, (Y/N) stood her ground and didn’t dare shy away.

Out of nowhere, Scott picked up the butter knife he was using for his bagel and unexpectedly begin to swat the air in between the two young adults.

“What'cha doing there, Scott?” Stiles asked, their eyes now staring at their fellow roommate.

“Trying to cut the sexual tension between you two, but damn it’s too strong.” He laughed, the two other girls in the room laughing loudly along with him.

“Screw all of you.” (Y/N) huffed, walking away from every single one of them and going up the stairs to her room in anger.

As much as she hated to admit it, Scott was unfortunately right. There’s no doubt about the sexual tension within (Y/N) and Stiles and, yes, both of them have yet to confess that they’ve thought about being with each other on more than one occasion. But, even though she does have a secret crush on him and would love it if Stiles got under her bedsheets, the way he gets under her skin frustrates (Y/N) more.

Reaching the first floor of the house the five of them rent so they don’t have to live in crappy dorm rooms, the furious girl walked inside of her bedroom and shut the door behind her. The sound echoed through the halls and the four left downstairs all jumped at the sudden sound. Scott, Camile and Madi instantly glaring at Stiles.

(Y/N) immediately laid down on her messy bed and grabbed her phone from her nightstand. Tapping on the instant message app, she began texting her online friend. I wouldn’t exactly say that they were just online friends because it’s so much more than that. They’ve been texting each other anonymously for about a year now and couldn’t get enough. Neither one of them have ever shared a picture of their faces because they want to focus on personality and not appearance. All the time that they’ve spent texting, both knew for a fact that they really liked one another. Which is why the two are beyond nervous for their first blind date tonight.

Babygirl 💋 [12:45 pm]: Today is the day I commit my first murder, Mieczyslaw

Mischief 💚 [12:45 pm]: Roommate again? 😂

Mischief 💚 [12:46 pm]: Well, where do you want us to hide the body?

Babygirl 💋 [12:46 pm]: Should we just bury him out in the woods?

Mischief 💚 [12:46 pm]: Nah, that’s a dead end. The cops would find it too easily

Mischief 💚 [12:46 pm]: What we need to do is go to the zoo and when no one’s looking

Mischief 💚 [12:47 pm]: We throw his body in the lion’s den

Mischief 💚 [12:47 pm]: There’s no crime if there’s no evidence

Babygirl 💋 [12:47 pm]: You know, sometimes your intelligence really scares me

Babygirl 💋 [12:47 pm]: You’re too much of a fucking genius!

Mischief 💚 [12:48 pm]: Just a genius?

Mischief 💚 [12:48 pm]: Nothing else? 😉😏

Babygirl 💋 [12:48 pm]: And really fucking sexy

Babygirl 💋 [12:48 pm]: Especially when you talk cop to me

Mischief 💚 [12:49 pm]: Well, in that case…

Mischief 💚 [12:49 pm]: All units proceed with caution

Mischief 💚 [12:49 pm]: We have a 180 on our hands here

Babygirl 💋 [12:50 pm]: Fuck

Babygirl 💋 [12:50 pm]: The things you do to me…

Mischief 💚 [12:50 pm]: What kind of things, baby?

Mischief 💚 [12:50 pm]: Tell me everything you’re thinking 😉

(Y/N)’s entire body sparked with immediate desire the second she finished reading his message and she could already tell her panties were slowly getting wetter by the second.

Babygirl 💋 [12:51 pm]: Well, for starters

Babygirl 💋 [12:51 pm]: I can’t wait till our date tonight because I’ll finally be able to feel your lips on my own

Babygirl 💋 [12:51 pm]: I’ll get to feel your hands all over my body

Babygirl 💋 [12:52 pm]: The friction of our skin sliding against each other taking over all of my thoughts

Stiles Stilinski shifted uncomfortably in his seat as he continued to read the dirty texts his online friend was sending him. The excitement for their blind date tonight getting stronger than ever and Stiles honestly couldn’t wait until he finally came face-to-face with the girl that completely takes over his thoughts. Well, second girl that is. The first being his favorite roommate (Y/N) (Y/L/N). He knew that he irritated her beyond belief, but he couldn’t help but think how beautiful she looked everytime her eyes glared at him with such fury that it instantly became sexy or how her lip would snarl in anger and how much he desperately wanted to bite down on it.

Their relationship was an addictive game of Cat and Mouse and both parties enjoyed every second.

Mischief 💚 [12:53 pm]: Fuck, baby

Mischief 💚 [12:53 pm]: What else?

“Do you have ants in your pants or something?” Camile questioned the smirking young man and Stiles’ head immediately snapped up at the blonde. “Stop moving so much in your seat, dude.”

“U-Uh…” Stiles stuttered, feeling like he just got caught doing something very naughty. Which wasn’t exactly far from what was going on on his phone. “S-Sorry.”

Babygirl 💋 [12:54 pm]: I can’t wait till your mouth attaches to my neck

Babygirl 💋 [12:54 pm]: Then slowly keeps going down and down…

“Why do you keep grinning at your phone like that?” Madi asked, tearing Stiles away from the intoxicating text.

“He’s talking to his internet girlfriend.” Scott smirked. “They pretty much sext daily.”

“We do not sext daily!” Stiles complained at the same time that (Y/N) sent him a picture of her body in just her underwear, showing him exactly what he would be touching tonight. “Fuck.”

“What’d she send this time?” Scott laughed, the three curious twenty year olds trying to peak over Stiles’ phone to see.

“None of your business, Scott.” Stiles scolded, getting up from his chair and trudging away towards the staircase. “Or anyone else’s for that matter!”

“Make sure to clean yourself up afterwards!” Camile yelled.

“You’re disgusting!” Stiles shouted back, a holler of laughter taking over the dining room. “Go to hell!”

“Only if you’re there, too!”

Once Stiles reached his bedroom, he entered his safe space and shut the door behind him. By the way their texts were leading up to something more, he knew for a fact things were about to get hot and heavy and he didn’t need anyone passing by his room to see him in a very vulnerable state.

Mischief 💚 [1:02 pm]: I can’t wait to touch you, baby

Mischief 💚 [1:02 pm]: I’m literally counting the seconds until I finally get to lick your stomach

Babygirl 💋 [1:03 pm]: Fuck, Mieczyslaw

Babygirl 💋 [1:03 pm]: What else are you gonna do to me?

Mischief 💚 [1:03 pm]: My tongue is gonna keep going lower until it reaches the place you want me the most

Mischief 💚 [1:04 pm]: Then, I’m going to slowly circle it around your swollen nub

Mischief 💚 [1:04 pm]: I’m gonna wrap my lips around you and suck so hard you’ll be cumming in a matter of seconds

Babygirl 💋 [1:04 pm]: Oh God, Mieczyslaw

Babygirl 💋 [1:04 pm]: Keep going

Babygirl 💋 [1:05 pm]: I’m almost there

In the short time that Stiles spent arguing with his friends downstairs and texting her the dirty things she so desperately wanted to read, (Y/N) had removed her clothes, taken a picture of herself for him and began working on her own body thanks to how hot he’d made her. She started out by moving her hand slowly around her clitoris before using her other hand to pump two fingers inside of her soaking wet core. Even though she really liked Mieczyslaw, she didn’t exactly know what he looked like so, as shameless and dirty as it was, (Y/N) thought about the first sexy guy she could think of. That handsome man being, none other than, the exact same person that was currently thinking about her as he quickly unzipped his jeans and pushed his hand inside of his boxers to get a hold of himself.

Mischief 💚 [1:06 pm]: Fuck, that’s so hot

Mischief 💚 [1:06 pm]: Send me a picture

Babygirl 💋 [1:07 pm]: Attachment

Stiles cock twitched when he noticed that she hadn’t sent him a picture, but an actual video instead. Rubbing himself with one hand, Stiles used the other to press play on the video with eagerness laced in his blood. The footage began to roll and the boy licked his lips in anticipation. Stiles groaned and increased his pace on himself when he realized it was a video of the girl fingering herself for him, her sexy moans almost pornographic. It consisted of a full view of her body, her breasts perky for him as her finger moved fastly inside of herself. In a matter of seconds, (Y/N)’s legs began shaking to indicate she would be soon falling over the edge and that’s exactly what happened. Hearing the girl moan shamelessly and watching her entire body shudder as an overwhelming orgasm​ hit her, it didn’t take much for Stiles to also reach his.

His legs shook and his eyes shut, Stiles’ head falling back on his pillow, at the same time that hot cum shot out of his tip and immediately landed on his stomach. He imagined it was (Y/N) that had jerked him off and it was enough to make his high last longer. Stiles didn’t even mind the sticky release on his skin, all he could think about was how much pleasure he was currently in.

As soon as (Y/N) finished cumming and sent Mieczyslaw the footage, the girl had got up from her bed with satisfaction in her veins. She walked over to her closet and put on a robe before walking out of her bedroom to go to the bathroom and take a much needed shower. The second she passed by Stiles’ bedroom, however, desire and lust flooded her entire body when she suddenly heard him moaning uncontrollably.

“Hey, Stiles!” She shouted, knocking on the door and startling Stiles in the process. “Stop watching porn and go read a book!”


“(Y/N)!” Stiles yelled angrily, his fist pounding against the bathroom door. “Get out already! I have to leave soon!”

“So do I!” She shouted back, not caring about wherever it was Stiles needed to go to. “And I have actual hair to wash here!”

“Just don’t wash it!”

“I’m going on a date, idiot! I have to be completely clean!”

“For what?” Stiles questioned, sarcasm laced in his voice. “It’s not like he’s gonna go out of his way to sniff your hair!”

“No, but he’s definitely gonna be able to smell it when his head is snuck in my neck as he pounds me into oblivion!”

It was a simple comeback, but it did manage to sting Stiles’ heart in jealousy. Slamming his fist against the door one last time, the young man let out a frustrated grunt before walking away to his room.

(Y/N) gladly took her time to finish prepping herself in the shower until she finally decided to step out of the bathroom. Needless to say, Stiles was furious at the young woman but she couldn’t find a single bone in her body that actually cared. She wanted to look, smell and even taste her best for her date tonight and no man was going to stop her. (Y/N)’s been waiting for this special night for too long to worry about what other people had to say.

Which is why the young woman just walked right by Stiles without even giving him the chance to scold her. He stared in awe as she entered her bedroom, noticing how good she looked with her face flushed from the hot shower and the droplets of water running down her skin. Stiles’ mind immediately picturing himself licking the water off of her naked body and he felt slightly guilty.

The both of them got ready at the same time and the rest of the house watched in amusement as they simultaneously shared the bathroom, arguing the entire time. (Y/N) would try to look at herself in the mirror to put on mascara and he would get in her way to fix his quiff or just as Stiles would wet his toothbrush with the running water because (Y/N) was finishing up brushing her own teeth, she turned off the tap.

“You’re unbelievable.” Stiles groaned, shaking his head and opening the tap again.

(Y/N) didn’t say anything, she just blew him a kiss that was nothing shy of sass as she left the bathroom to finish her look in her bedroom. She had already fixed her hair and put on all of her makeup, so all she had to do next was take off her robe and wear the gorgeous black dress she specifically bought for tonight. Once she sprayed herself with her favorite perfume and was ready, (Y/N) walked down the staircase and approached her other three roommates in the living room.

“Well, how do I look?” She asked and they turned their heads to take in her outfit.

(Y/N) was absolutely gorgeous and it was no surprise everyone’s jaws were dropping at her breath-taking beauty.

“Like a queen.” Scott gawked, a genuine smile lighting up on (Y/N)’s lips.

“It’s not too much?” She questioned, spinning around for them.

“Hell no.” Madi smirked. “Whomever you’re seeing tonight is one lucky guy, my friend.”

“Good.” (Y/N) answered.

Just as she was grabbing her favorite coat from the rack, Stiles had reached the last step of the staircase and laid his eyes on the incredibly stunning woman before him. He immediately stopped in his tracks as his eyes grew wide at the sight. Her hair was perfectly done and a part of him wanted to run his fingers through it but the other part of him knew that if he did it would ruin the style and that would be a crime. Her makeup was simple, however the bold red lip definitely grabbed his attention and he wanted to smudge it with his own. (Y/N)’s long legs went on for days, Stiles already picturing them wrapped around his waist. However, what caught Stiles’ eyes the most was the alluring dress tightly hung against her beautiful curves. It made his brain spin in his head and jealousy crashed all over him at the thought of her being dressed like this for someone else.

“Do you really think you should be wearing a dress like that?” Stiles asked, clearing his throat and (Y/N) spun around to gaze at the source of the sudden voice.

“What is that supposed to mean, Stilinski?” She retorted, her manicured hand settling on her hip.

“That dress is too revealing.” He scolded. “It’s definitely not first date material.”

You’re not first date material.” (Y/N) scoffed, slipping her coat on.

She didn’t want it to be true, but the young woman could’ve sworn she saw a small glimpse of hurt in his eyes. But, it was soon gone before she could really check.

“Have fun on your date.” Stiles stated harshly as he walked past her and opened the door. “I hope he’s an ass.”

Before (Y/N) could even respond, Stiles was out the door and slammed it. The rough action surprising her and making her feel not only guilty but heartbroken that she caused that. (Y/N) loved the hate relationship she had with Stiles, but she also knew she wanted more. The two constantly fought because they were so alike. Stiles loathed how quick and sarcastic she was, but at the same time loved that only she could handle bickering​ with him. (Y/N) despised that he always managed to point out the things about her no one ever noticed, but loved that Stiles actually paid enough attention to see them. It was a complicated game they played, but the two were masters at it.

“Do you ever get tired of the way you treat each other?” Scott spoke up from the couch and (Y/N) turned around to look at him, the hurt still evident on her face.

“Sometimes.” She answered softly.

“Shouldn’t you two just stop?” Scott asked. “It’s obvious that you do all of this because you’re into each other.”

“Shouldn’t you three stop butting into our love lives?” (Y/N) retorted, no longer sad but now angry at the entire situation. “It’s Friday night and you’re sitting on the couch. Go out and have fun!”

“For your information, we are going out.” Scott scoffed and the two other girls nodded.

“Good.” (Y/N) stated as she opened the door and walked out. “Get to it!”

Even though he wasn’t in the best mood, Stiles pushed down all of his feelings for the girl he lived with to focus on the girl he was about to meet. She has helped him get her mind off of (Y/N) on more than one occasion, even though they did have the same name, and he was ready for her to do that again tonight. He thought about all of the incredible times they’ve spent chatting before pulling into the restaurant they picked and parking in the first space he could find. Once he locked the jeep behind him, Stiles headed towards the main entrance and nervously waited for the girl he talks to more than his own family.

With the anger still flooding inside of her, (Y/N) left her car and arrived at the restaurant. She no longer wanted to go on this date because she knew that all she will be able to think about is the spastic boy she lives with and never leaves her brain. It doesn’t matter how distracted she gets, Stiles is always there in the back of her mind.

The second (Y/N) looked up from her heels clicking against the pavement, her heart stopped inside of her chest. With every step she took towards the main entrance, her heartbeat would increase more and more. There, in front of her, was Stiles Stilinski. The exact person she was trying to get away from.

He was so focused on what was going on inside of his mind that Stiles hadn’t noticed her until she was literally right beside him and (Y/N)’s perfume made its way into his nose. Stiles’ head snapped towards the source, his eyes growing wide when he noticed it was (Y/N) herself next to him.

“What are you doing here?” Stiles asked, entirely confused. “Did you follow me?”

“I have better things to do than follow you, Stiles.” (Y/N) scoffed. “I’m meeting my date here. What the hell are you doing here?”

“I also have a date.” Stiles smiled smugly and certainly didn’t fail to notice how it effected her.

“So, we’re both having dates at the same place?” (Y/N) stated, in awe of this awkward situation. “Wonderful.”

“Where’s your date anyway?” Stiles questioned. “Shouldn’t he have picked you up?”

“It’s a blind date.” She explained, folding her arms against her chest which made her cleavage pop out even more and Stiles awkwardly tried to gaze elsewhere. “What about your date? Weren’t you supposed to pick her up.”

“I’m also having a blind date.” Stiles retorted.

Neither one of them put together exactly what was going on between them. Both standing in the tension heavy entrance, desperately looking at whatever person that would arrive and hoping it’d be their online friend. Little did they know, their dates were standing right next to each other this entire time.

They waited for a good thirty minutes before (Y/N)’s feet started to hurt from standing so long in thin heels and she sighed.

“I think we both got stood up.” (Y/N) stated in a hurt voice.

“No, my date wouldn’t do that.” He shook his head, pulling his phone out of his pants. “I’m texting her.”

“Yeah, me too.” (Y/N) agreed, zipping open her clutch to grab her phone.

She couldn’t help but look over to his text from the corner of her eye. He was messaging someone nicknamed “Babygirl” and (Y/N) felt insanely jealous when he watched him type in “Hey, baby. Are you still coming?” She didn’t even know who this babygirl of his was, but she knew she already hated her with everything (Y/N) had inside of her. Of course she was into Mieczyslaw, but she secretly wanted to be on a date with Stiles instead. She just wanted to have one encounter with him that didn’t consist of fighting.

(Y/N)’s thoughts were, suddenly, interrupted when her phone vibrated in her hand. The girl realized she had received a message from her blind date and already scoffed thinking about whatever poor excuse she was going to read explaining why he wasn’t here.

Mischief 💚 [8:32 pm]: Hey, baby. Are you still coming?

(Y/N) didn’t even think before immediately dropping her phone on the floor in complete shock, her heart going down with it. It fell in her stomach in surprise as she finally put all of the scattered pieces together. She quickly turned around to Stiles, who was already looking at her in astonishment from how she just randomly dropped her cellphone with the screen now entirely shattered.

For the longest time she didn’t say a single word, all (Y/N) did was stare at the beautiful boy she lived with that also happened to be the person she’s been secretly texting back and forth. Stiles didn’t know what to say or do either, from how odd she was behaving, but he mentally prepared himself to drop everything and drive her to the hospital in case she needed it.

“Y-You’re real name’s Mieczyslaw?!” (Y/N) exclaimed, shouting the first thing that popped in her mind.

“What?” Stiles furrowed his eyebrows, confused now more than ever.

The young man wearing flannel watched as she bent down to grab her phone again and, without giving him the slightest explanation, stuck her phone screen out for him to read what was written on it. It took a little bit for his brain to process everything, but when it finally did he felt as if it had just exploded.

(Y/N) expected Stiles to say something, but was completely surprised when he stuffed his phone in his back pocket and grabbed her face with his hands. Before she could understand what was going on, Stiles crashed his lips against hers with such passion and fervor, (Y/N) almost fell. But it wouldn’t matter if she did our not because Stiles would’ve caught her anyway with how he wrapped his hands around her waist.

All of the anger, frustration and rage they ever felt towards each other was channeled into the kiss and started to slowly slip away as they began to be replaced with desire, need and, dare I say, love. They always felt attached to each other no matter how upset they were until only now realizing that all of it meant love. Stiles and (Y/N) loved each other so deeply and it wasn’t just sexual tension. They truly got to know each other incredibly well over the time they spent talking online, sharing so much information that they felt closer to each other than to anyone else in their lives.

“I’ve always wanted to do that.” Stiles confessed, panting as he touched his forehead with hers.

“So have I.” (Y/N) blushed and Stiles leaned in again to place another addictive kiss on her lips.

As they kissed, Stiles slid his tongue across her bottom lip and asked for an entrance to which (Y/N) happily granted. The two didn’t even fight for dominance, they just explored each other’s mouths and enjoyed every discovery. Their tongues would brush together and neither one of them had enough self control to hold back their satisfied moans.

(Y/N) broke the kiss and Stiles’ lips moved to her jaw. He created a trail of wet and hot kisses that drove the girl crazy. It didn’t matter they were in public. (Y/N) could already feel herself getting wetter and wetter by the passing second. It was when Stiles’ mouth attached to her earlobe, his teeth grazing the skin as his tongue caressed it, that she knew she desperately needed more of him.

“Stiles,” She whimpered, his tongue sliding through the shell of her ear. “Do you really want to go on this date or do you just want to get out of here?”

“We can go back to my place?” Stiles smirked.

“I’d love that.” She laughed breathlessly.

“But, I do have to warn you.” He smiled against her heated skin, now sucking a bruise into her neck. “I have the world’s most annoying roommate. She really knows how to get on your nerves.”

“Hmm,” (Y/N) grinned playfully. “Sounds like she really gets to you. Should I be jealous?”

“Absolutely, she’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”

“Well, then, damn.” (Y/N) smirked, a light blush painting her cheeks. “I hope she doesn’t mind us crashing her apartment. I tend to be loud.”

“Fuck.” Stiles groaned, pulling his mouth away from the several different bruises he created to stare at her. “I’ll meet you there.”

The next thing she knows, Stiles is placing one last kiss on her lips and eagerly rushing away towards his blue jeep. A smile etched across (Y/N)’s face at how adorable he looked, happily climbing into his car and immediately turning it on.

The ride over to their house was full of adrenaline and excitement. Everytime they would have to stop at a red light, Stiles would look over to (Y/N) in her car and smugly lick his lips. Which would flush her entire body with more lust than it already was sporting, her core aching in need. Once they arrived and were both finally out of their vehicles, Stiles pinned (Y/N) against the front door and reattached his tempting mouth on hers. She gasped at the sudden act, but Stiles just swallowed it into their kiss. Their lips molded together as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling (Y/N) in even closer.

“What was that for?” (Y/N) asked, her lungs fighting for air after breaking the kiss.

“Because I needed to feel your kiss again.” He confessed.

A blush crept up on her cheeks and a grin made its way onto his lips. (Y/N) reached up to reconnect their mouths, tongues finding each other as she tried to zip open her clutch and grab the house keys. Stiles gently bit down on her lip and she fumbled with the zipper, his touch too intoxicating to have her focus on anything else. That’s when Stiles grabbed her hand and settled it on his lower back, a shameless moan falling from (Y/N)’s mouth when he lowered it even more. Both smiled into the kiss the second he guided her hand over his ass and squeezed, (Y/N) giggling when she realized his copy of the house keys were in his pocket this whole time.

Stiles took his hand off of hers and put it back on her waist as she slipped hers into his jeans’ pocket and pulled out the keys. The moment they were in her hand, the freckled boy broke their kiss and swiftly turned her around so she could open the door. Stiles’ mouth and teeth were sucking another hickey on her shoulder blade and (Y/N) felt weak in her knees. She didn’t know how, but she managed to unlock the door and turn the knob.

An animalistic instinct washed over Stiles and he immediately pushed the front door open, rushing the two inside. Before (Y/N) could even say anything, the young man hitched one of her legs around his waist and shoved her against the now closed door once again. She squealed when he did and Stiles chuckled against her lips. Both of their bodies dripping with lust as he rubbed his clothed bulge against the inside of her thigh, (Y/N) moaning in the process. Her hands were now wrapped around his neck, her fingers caressing his heated skin, and Stiles kept one hand on her waist as the other slowly slipped under the skirt of her dress to grab her practically bare ass. (Y/N) was wearing the smallest thong she owned and it definitely made Stiles’ cock twitch in his boxers.

“Shit, I’m seriously considering just fucking you right here.” Stiles moaned, his lips brushing against hers.

“Please do.” (Y/N) whimpered, Stiles feeling her heartbeat against his own chest.

“Please don’t.” A familiar male voice suddenly spoke up and the two lovers immediately snapped their heads towards the source.

Scott, Camile and Madi hadn’t left their​ positions on the couch since the two went out. The scene was absolutely comical from how shocked and frozen the three were. Scott had the tv remote in his hand as it pointed to the screen, his eyes wide. Camile kept a bowl of popcorn on her lap and held a single one up to her mouth, but it paused just outside of it as she stared in shock. Madi, however, wasn’t as astonished as the rest due to the mischievous grin she was wearing.

(Y/N) immediately tried to push Stiles off of her in embarrassment, but he held his ground and stayed right where he was. She couldn’t believe that they hadn’t even noticed they weren’t alone when they arrived.

“I have no problem still fucking you here.” Stiles grinned and, as turned on as she was, (Y/N) covered her face with her hands in humiliation. The girl let out a squeal when Stiles placed his mouth on her collarbone and began assaulting it with his tongue.

“Stiles!” She whined.

Out of pure respect for the girl he was holding and not because he cared that there were other people in the same room, Stiles placed (Y/N)’s leg down on the floor and took a step back from her. His hands were raised in surrender, but his eyes were still gazing at her in a cocky fashion. (Y/N) cleared her throat to rid herself of the embarrassment and slowly walked towards the staircase, Stiles watching her intently.

“Excuse me.” She stated to the three on the couch before looking over at Stiles with the lust still pooling in her pupils.

He certainly picked up what she was putting down as she began walking up the steps, Stiles hot on her trail. (Y/N) yelped in excitement when Stiles unexpectedly smacked her ass with his hand and they rushed even faster towards her bedroom.

“Go get that ass, Stiles!” Madi exclaimed.

“Use a condom!” Camile shouted after her.

Right as Stiles shut the bedroom door behind him, Madi turned around to grin at her two friends on the couch and both of them groaned. Searching in their pockets, Camile and Scott handed their fellow roommate twenty bucks each. Immediately regretting their bet on the two lovers upstairs that just yesterday were fighting. The bet consisted of when they would eventually hook up, Madi declared it would happen this month as Scott and Camile bet at the end of the year. Needless to say, the two lost.

(Y/N), yet again, was pushed up against a door and she quickly figured out that Stiles definitely has a door fetish. Not that she was complaining or found it weird in any way, it was actually one hell of a turn on. Their lips were back in sync together as Stiles reached behind her back and slowly unzipped the gorgeous dress (Y/N) was wearing, her breathing increasing at the contact. Once there was nothing left to unzip, Stiles let go of the zipper and proceeded to take off the straps of her dress. As soon as they were down her arms, he completely let go of the fabric and the dress instantly fell to the floor. Unfortunately breaking their kiss, (Y/N) stepped out of it pooling at her feet and Stiles’ jaw dropped when he took in her body.

The young man was already familiar with how she looked thanks to the countless times​ they’ve shared photos of their bodies through text, but he had never seen her in the flesh before and it was amazing to him. (Y/N) was wearing the most sexy set of matching purple underwear, his favorite color that he once told her. (Y/N) watched with hooded eyes as his own drowned in more lust than his pupils were already swimming in. Stiles licked his lips and the small action sent waves of desire straight to her pooling core.

(Y/N) was the first to break their trance as she brought her hand to the fancy flannel he was wearing for the date and began to unbutton it, she didn’t go as slow as Stiles did because she desperately wanted it off. The next thing she removed were his pants and they were finally in just their underwear together.

Stiles suddenly kneeled in front of her, surprising (Y/N) in the process, and pulled down her panties without saying anything. The second they were gone, the young man lifted one of her legs and hitched it over his shoulder. He looked up at her and placed tempting kisses on her stomach before licking her skin with his warm tongue, just like he’d promised earlier. Her body shuddered and she waited patiently as he trailed his tongue until it reached her core, already swiping up the slick folds. The small action alone made her hips twitch and she couldn’t control her moans when Stiles circled her swollen clit. He kept the motion going as he brought a finger up to tease her entrance. She whimpered of course and, the sound was so beautiful to him, he decided to give in. Stiles pushed two fingers inside of her, groaning at how tight she was, and gently pumped. It started out slow at first, but because of how responsive she was being as she moaned uncontrollably and her hips bucked continuously, Stiles decided to pick up his pace. (Y/N)’s eyes were shut as she concentrated on the pleasure and her core clenched around his fingers the second Stiles’ wrapped his lips around her nub and sucked furiously.

“F-Fuck, Stiles.” She moaned, knowing that her release was near. But, unfortunately for her, so did Stiles and he immediately pulled away.

Smirking up at the shocked glare he was receiving from her, Stiles licked her juices off of his lips and wiped his chin with the back of his hand. Normally, she would’ve been outraged to be denied of her orgasm but the way he looked right now took over her thoughts.

“I only want you cumming around my cock, tonight.” Stiles grinned, standing in front of her again and, before she could come up with a witty response, he yanked off his boxers. She was at a complete loss of words as she gawked at his delicious erection. The pulsing in her core increasing with unbelievable desire.

Stiles hitched her leg around his waist and positioned himself in front of her entrance, gazing into her eyes. Without breaking the contact, Stiles gently pushed his dick​ inside of her core and they both moaned at the new feeling. He desperately wanted to close his eyes, but wasn’t willing to take them off of hers as he thrusted. (Y/N)’s hands were settled on his back, the heel of her hitched leg digging into his ass to keep herself in place as one of his palms were flat out on the door and the other held her waist. The pleasure inside of her that was still around because Stiles was just eating her out tingled in (Y/N)’s body and, by the way she buzzed, she knew she’d be cumming soon.

Stiles increased his pace and the spring in her stomach coiled, indicating she was near. Her nails were digging into the skin of his back and Stiles would’ve winced if he wasn’t so turned on by how sexy she looked. Her eyes shut were and her head rested on the door as her unsteady breath let loud moans slip through. Stiles spread her legs more and began hitting her in a deeper and new angle, (Y/N)’s spring breaking as a result. Stiles immediately bit down on her shoulder, the feeling of her core clenching around him and her juices squirting on his cock too overwhelming.

But, he held onto his orgasm even though it was already knocking on the door. Stiles wanted this to last as long as possible and he actually managed to hold it. At this point, he was now pounding into her and (Y/N) whimpered at the extreme contact. Her body was still sensitive from releasing, but even though it was too much, she loved it.

Unclasping her bra, Stiles took it off and latched his lips onto her breast. His tongue flicking her nipple and caressing it. The second Stiles bit down on her perky bud and pulled, (Y/N) came for a second time tonight. And this time, Stiles allowed himself to as well. Her warmth clenched around him once again before his hips stuttered and he released hot cum inside of her, both moaning crazily. Their highs lasted longer than they’ve ever had and when the two were finally back in reality, Stiles stopped thrusting and placed a kiss on her lips.

“The way you annoy me every day drives me so fucking crazy, but you know what effects me more?” Stiles suddenly spoke up. “The way I smile at how you always put your milk in the bowl before your cereal or the way my heart beats faster whenever you laugh at something on your phone and time stops. But, most importantly, the way I feel like I’m flying everytime I’m around you.”

The words coming out of his mouth were making (Y/N)’s heart flutter so hard, she was sure it would eventually break her ribcage.

“Even though we bicker, I adore it because it reminds me of old married couples. And that’s exactly what I want us to be, a couple.” Stiles continued. “Because no matter how mad I get, I know that I’m deeply and irretrievably in love with you.”

“Stiles,” She smiled, looking at him with heart-eyes. “I love you, too.”

Stiles and (Y/N) have had countless fights in the time they’ve known each other. The two have shared millions of glares, angry shouts, eye-rolls, and fits of rage. But the thing was, they both loved each other in each and every one.

anonymous asked:

Marichat "don't be fucking rude" prompt (your writing is great btw)

Thank you anon! I am glad you like my writing ^_^ (I should be writing more stories, but I am sniffly and finding doing long form hard so i am taking a break by doing drabbles. Hopefully it will clear my head enough to finish the chapter I wanted to get done today!) 

WARNING: Some strong language and suggestive themes! You have been warned.

“What are you staring at?” Marinette cried at last, whirling in her chair to face Chat Noir who was mere inches from her face. 

“hold still, I am trying to count your freckles,” he said completely unperturbed by either her close proximity or her glowering expression. 

“Have you ever heard of personal space?” she hissed, “Don’t be fucking rude!” 

Chat blinked but showed no other sign of being deterred by her wrath. “I can’t count your freckles accurately from across the room, now hold still.” 

Marinette groaned but did as he asked, figuring it was easier to just indulge his insanity and get him out of the way then try to argue with him. She had no idea what had lead to Chat Noir’s bizarre visit today, or his sudden unprecedented interest in her life, if his non-stop questions earlier were anything to go by. 

“Are you almost done,” she whined, trying not to think about why she was finding his closeness so unsettling. 

“Just about,” he grinned, and her heart gave a traitorous little thrill. He really was unfairly pretty. 

“You have 27 freckles across your nose,” Chat said leaning in even further until their noses bumped. “And just for the record princess,” he said his voice dropping to a sultry whisper, “I am not fucking rude. When I am fucking I am extremely accommodating,” and before she could move he darted forward, kissed the tip of her nose and hurriedly ran away, laughing. 

The next morning Marinette trudged blearily into class. Her night had been restless, in no small part to the flurry of daydreams brought on by Chat’s parting comment. Even her icy cold shower this morning had done little to stop her wandering mind or flushed skin. 

“Good morning my bestest best friend who I know far better than Adrien know’s Nino!” Alya crowed as she dropped down into her own seat. 

“Are you two still going on about that?” Marinette sighed, dropping her head against the desk and wondering if she could try sleeping through class, or if she ran the risk of subjecting herself to another Chat-infused dream session. 

“This is the last day of our epic battle,” Alya said with feigned shock at Marinette’s disinterest. “I am going to 50 Euro richer before class even starts. Where do you want to go for lunch?” 

“What if Adrien wins?” Marinette ask, cracking one eye open and looking up at her friend.

“Eh, he gets to pick my next 3 articles on the Ladyblog. But there is no way he is going to win. He would have to get my question right- doubtful- AND I would have to get his wrong, and there is no way Adrien knows anything about you that I don’t already know.”

“OK,” Marinette mumbled. Closing her eyes again. 

“Ah the man of the hour and his supposedly hertosexual life mate,” Alya cried. 

“We like to keep our love free from the tabloids thank you,” Marinette heard Nino say and Adrien let out a light laugh.  

“OK Agreste,” Alya said, “my final question, to see if you know my boyfriend as well as I do-”

“He does, you’re gonna lose babe.” 

“Shut up honey.” 

“Just giving you a head’s up.” 

“What,” Alya continued, “Is Nino’s favorite childhood ice cream flavor?” 

“Trick question- Nino didn’t have Ice cream till you took him to get some on your guys second date.” 

“Damnit! Still, you haven’t proven that you are the most observant person in this little circle, you still haven’t given me my question. Despite your impressive line of questioning thus far, I defy you to come up with something about Marinette that you know and I don’t.” 

Marinette was glad her face was plastered against the side of her desk to hide her flaming face. 

“OK,” Adrien said mischievously, “how many freckles does Marinette have across her nose?” 

Marinette’s eye shot open. 

“You don’t know the answer to that,” Alya said warily. 

“Just answer the question,” Adrien said smugly, “or do you admit defeat?” 

“19,” Alya said nervously. 

“Wrong, 27. Looks like I win.” 

Whatever response Alya was about to give was cut off by Marinette’s loud, piercing scream. 

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