do something else with those fingers

Normal Horoscope:

Aries: Every 24 hours without sleep is equivalent to about 1 tab of acid. This is not a challenge.

Taurus: It’s amazing how a half dozen words of mild dissaproval can absolutely ruin a day and send some people into a spiral of murderous vendetta.

Gemini: A desire for companionship is natural. Necromancy is too far.

Cancer: there’s a decent chance the world is a simulation or some vast dream but that really won’t change how much people enjoy things like thigh highs and movies.

Leo: Ideas are not bulletproof, they are vulnerable to heavy arms fire and heat based weaponry.

Virgo: Big words from a pile of weird atomic sand that thinks it can talk and has a name.

Libra: Get it out. Scribble madly on the page. Tear the paper. Damage the desk underneath.

Scorpio: Ever see something interesting by the side of the road? How many of those memories do you have? Why do you remember some and not others?

Ophiuchus: The believers know they’re right.

Sagittarius: I asked a star for your fortune but she just did finger guns at me. Now she’s wearing my aviators. She look cool. I bet you do too.

Capricorn: Wear an apron and nothing else.

Aquarius: There is no justice in suffering. You owe nothing. Treat yourself.

Pisces: The night is a blanket over all of us. There is fear and comfort in the privacy of the dark.


this is for @ivory-leigh with special thanks to @onemuseleft for her help with the idea

i super didn’t mean to write this tonight but the idea was SO GOOD and i’ve really been jonesing to write

In the weeks following what they’re calling The Battle of New York, Bruce settles into the Tower with an incredible ease.

The floor Tony designed for him is shockingly well-suited to his tastes and needs considering how Tony likes to claim he’s not a team-player. Bruce suspects each floor is equally well-designed and perhaps that’s why they’re all able to slip into a routine so quickly.

It feels like something missing has slotted into place and Bruce can tell just by looking at the others’ faintly bewildered expressions when they look around at the space they share that they feel the same.

Still, Bruce never looks toward Harlem.

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Music and You // Shawn Mendes

Request: fluff shawn? can you do an imagine of just you and shawn lying on bed resting talking about life maybe kids just how young you are but how in love you are 

Authors note: So I currently have 13 requests in my inbox and even though it may not seem like a lot- it takes me a while to write so hence, it takes me a while to write them up. Please don’t think I won’t do it! It’s just going to take some time to get through them all :)

“I can’t wait until I finish University and I can finally start my new life. Working. Being with you.” I trail off, my head resting on Shawn’s chest as we layed on the couch snuggled up under a blanket.

“Yeah..” his voice is scratchy from not speaking. Shawn had spent the last 5 minutes listening to me talk about my finals in University. “It will go so fast. Soon you’ll be out there working.” He strokes a piece of hair off my face and behind my ear.

“Mmhm.” I shut my eyes. It would be so easy to fall asleep cuddled up next to Shawn yet, I didn’t want to stop talking to him. “You’re warm.”

“Am I?” His voice is laced with humor. “You’re pretty hot too.”

I gasp, sitting up. “Are you, the Shawn Mendes, calling me hot?” I ask, faking a shocked response that Shawn sees right through.

“Is the sky blue?” He asks, raising an eyebrow. I laugh, rolling on top of him. I  cross my arms and place them them on Shawn’s chest, my chin resting on top of my arms. 

“I believe so.” I smirk and Shawn rolls his eyes. 

“Then you must be hot.” 

“The temperature is getting high in here.” I tilt my head, watching as Shawn’s eyes crinkle in a laugh, the sound echoing around our small lounge room. Before I can think about what I’m about to do, my mouth is open and the words are flowing out.

“I want kids. Maybe two or three, even four. I need you to know that.” His smile fades, a serious look covering his face. “Before we move our relationship further, I mean we have been dating for what? Almost two years? For me that’s pretty serious.”

“Yeah, for me too.” Shawn adds and I pause, nodding.

“I want you to know that I want children and I want a family and I want to get married.” I can see he’s thinking. I know that I need to give him time to process what I just said but once again my mouth just keeps moving.

“I want a wedding. I want to go shopping for the perfect white dress that as soon as I try it on I know that its the one I want to walk down the isle in.” I smile, picturing the exact event. 

“I want to be able to stand in front of my soon to be husband and I want to say vows that I 100% mean and that he’ll 100% mean. I want to be happy. I want to be so happy with that person that I can see my self having a family with them. To have children and have family vacations. To watch them grow up and go to school and find themselves and what passions they have. I want that. I want it all.” I hold his gaze, his eyes never wavering.

“I can see it with you. I can see myself having that life with you Shawn. I need to know, if you don’t see yourself having that life with me, tell me.” I hold my breath, finally shutting up. His mouth opens. Then closes. Then opens again.

“When I first saw you.” he begins, his hand reaching up to rub circles on my back. “Three years ago in that bar, I knew then that what you described- that life, I certainly could have it with you.” I let out the breath I was holding, a smile covering my face.

“I want to propose to you in an over the top way and watch as you walk towards me in a church in that beautiful white dress you love with your family and mine there to see us get married. I want to recite vows that I 100% mean.” We chuckle, Shawn leaning forward slightly to kiss my nose.

“I want to be able to fly you to places you’ve never been so you can experience different cultures and see the world. I want to be able to come home and know you’ll be there waiting for me. To start a family with you. Buy our first house together and watch our family grow as we have those four children you want. Even if I’m still touring or if I do something else I want to come home to you and our kids and just be so happy that I found someone like you to experience life with.”

“Shawn.” I say softly, reaching up to run my fingers through his hair, pushing the curls off his forehead. 

“I want to grow old with you and when we finally reach 80 years old to look back on our life and still be able to say I’m glad I had you to spend my life with.” He’s smiling at me and I feel like my heart may burst.

“I know we’re still young, but I’ve only ever been so sure of two things in my life.”

“Yeah?” I ask, kissing his knuckles softly as he entwines his hand with mine.

“Music,” he kisses me, his lips tasting of the coffee he had been drinking. He pulls back to utter the last two words. “And you,”

Originally posted by smendesgifs

Imagine...Running Into Dean’s Ex

Originally posted by hallowedbecastiel

Request: Could I request a dean fic where he and the reader have an established relationship and run into an ex of deans on a hunt, like either Lisa or Cassie, and the reader gets really insecure about their relationship afterwards.

Pairing: Dean x reader

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Summer Heat

Hello, I’m extremely new to this fandom. I used to write a lot of fics, blurbs, imagines and what not for the one direction fandom but had since moved on from that. Really it’s a long story of how I ended up here. But please enjoy, I’ll continue if y’all really like it.

Synopsis: A fic where you and Shawn are camp councilors and you hate his guts. Sexual tension ensues. 

Part 1 (you are here)

Part 2

Part 3


This was hell. Officially hell. It feels like fire burning through your veins and settling in your stomach. He makes you so angry, just the sight of him makes you want to throw something. He’s got that fucking smirk on his face, knowing how he affects you. You look away, he doesn’t. It’s the first day of summer camp and you can’t believe he is even here.

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anonymous asked:

Do you know what happens when you mix all the colors of the rainbow?(which is beautiful btw) It turns to brown. Murky, dark brown. No diversity or uniqueness. Just the same color and nothing else. Is that what you want to happen?

OK, Einstein, get out your finger paints because we’re going to teach you something.  You see this?

Those are called primary colors.  They’re the only colors you see that aren’t actually a mixture of colors.  Every other color you see, including the other four colors in a rainbow, you see because of a mixture of primary colors.  Here, look at this:

And this:

You must be totally mind-blown right now, huh?  That colors like “green” and “orange” and “purple” that you see in a BEAUTIFUL RAINBOW are a mixture of different colors themselves!  Wow, neat, huh?  

Also: we don’t know what your problem is with brown.  The color of earth.  The color of coffee.  The color of chocolate.  It’s a good & important color and really only a toddler would be having a discussion about “good” and “bad” colors, unless it’s a metaphor for racism, right????


OK, so your hypothesis is if all the “colors” of humanity (read: skin tone) “blended” (read: made babies), the result would be aesthetically unpleasing.  Really?

Come on now, son: just admit it that race-mixing is cool!

Let’s Do Something (Mark Lee x Reader)

Rating: PG

(A/N) Hey everyone! I’m back the day after Christmas to give you my late present! Just because Christmas has passed doesn’t mean the winter season is over, actually, to me, it’s only just begun! This precious fluff is where your boyfriend Mark takes you back to Vancouver with him during winter break and cuteness ensues. This one is filled to the brim with young love and realizing that Mark Lee is growing into a man now! fight me he is a grown up big boy now no longer is he a baby lmao

Originally posted by nctmark

The hypnotic sound of rain beating against leaves stirred you from your jet lag induced sleep, a shiver running up your body as a chill ran underneath your blanket and raced across your skin. From the floor next to your bed, you heard an endearingly loud snore. Situated on the floor by the window on a barely inflated blow up mattress was Mark, his limbs skewed akimbo as he dozed peacefully. He didn’t seem to mind the morning chill at all, you observed, granted he was from here. You pulled your legs closer, curling up under a blanket that smelled like him, something like fresh laundry and his unique home smell. 

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it wasn’t so bad

Originally posted by tomshollandss

Fandom: Spider-Man: Homecoming // Soulmate AU

Warning(s)?: I don’t know why I made the reader so annoyed XD Sorry!

Word Count: 2538. This is long… just like my High School classes.

A/N: I have five other requests in my inbox, but I just decided to do this really quick because I thought this was a really cute idea!

Also, I don’t know who’s idea this is! If this is yours, please tell me and I will give you full credit!!

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“Another one to mark down.” A gentle, yet annoyed, sigh escaped your lips as you placed the ink against the marked paper, slashing it down as you disgustingly observed the overly ecstatic couple.

Just moments ago the two didn’t even know the other one existed, but miraculously they said what was plastered on their wrist and now they were full on making out… right in front of the whole room filled with students trying to eat their lunch in peace.

Squirming uncomfortably, you instead focused on something else more interested. The ink developed in your skin.

Focusing on the neat lettering, you lightly brushed your fingers against your smooth skin that captivated the small little phrase that haunted your thoughts ever since you found about it when you were a child.

Those seven words “do you have a thing for superheroes?” burned in your mind throughout your childhood as you desperately tried to find the person you were destined to spend you whole life with; but no such luck.

Let’s just say there were way to many snakes/fakes that wanted to be part of the popular group of kids.

“Still nothing?” Liz’s voice rang through your ears as she stood across from you, a bright smile smeared on her face as she overlooked your displeased expression that was still glaring at that small little catchphrase planted on your skin.

Laughing slightly at your concentration on the words overcoming your life, she sat down across from you and observed your eyes which were scanning the words for the millionth time today.

“You seriously need to stop staring at thing.” Leaning up a tad bit, Liz grabbed a carrot from your tray of food and popped it in her mouth, her smile still plastered on her face.

“But it’s more entertaining than my life.” Glancing up at the overexcited female, you decided to focus your undivided attention on he but that didn’t last long as your eyes placed their rightful position on your ink stained skin. 

“See,” she motioned her second carrot at your wrist and your eyes that were currently glued to each other. “You can’t even keep your eyes off it for a second.” Popping the carrot in her mouth, she leaned against the table and observed your now defeated expression dancing over your face.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Your voice was quiet and low as you pulled your sleeve all the way up, grabbing it in your hand before you focused your attention on the intrigued female.

“Yeah, sure.” Sarcasm rolled off her smiling mouth as she grabbed a strawberry from your tray that you paid no attention to.

“How about you?” Placing your elbows on the table, you put your head in your hands and cocked your head to the side, trying to push the conversation away from you as much as possible.

“What about me?” Focused on the strawberry, she took a small bite out of it and then focused her attention on you who had a light smile on your face.

Since your love life wasn’t going to well, might as well talk about her own.

“You know, the whole thing about Flash~.” Lightly singing his name, Liz was caught off guard as she couldn’t help but choke on the strawberry in her mouth, her face a pigmented red in embarrassment as she lightly chocked on the fruit.

Small little glances were pulled to the two of you, but it didn’t last long as they continued on with their boring conversations, but that didn’t matter compared to the glare your best friend was giving you.

Complete frustration developed in her eyes as she continued to cough, her fist lightly pounding her chest as she tried to breath normally once again.

“We-We agreed that we wouldn’t talk about that again.” Regaining her voice, she slowly cleared her throat before she erupted into a series of coughs, her eyes watering from the pressure which caused you to loosely conceal your laughter.

“It’s not funny.” Her voice crocked lightly due to the lack of air, but it was also stern and serious as she overlooked your bright red face trying to overcome the urge of bursting into laughter.

Just the mere sound of Flash’s name caused Liz to cringe internally and externally; even when the two were destined to be together.

Yup, you guessed it. The ‘queen’ of the school paired up with the ‘joker’ of the school – it was like a match made in Heaven.

“Y/N,” a gentle glare was shot towards your direction, but you continued to snicker at her denial towards the confident male. “Please, don’t start this again.” Sincerity filled her voice as she gave you a pleading look, hoping you wouldn’t bring up the horrid memory again.

What memory you may ask? Well, let’s just say it wasn’t entirely pleasant.

Pretty much Flash accidentally did something inappropriate to Liz and Liz, being the person she is, figured it was intentional so she completely ignored him which caused tension between the two.

And here we are now: Liz trying to avoid Peter so she didn’t smile at his awkward, yet hilarious jokes.

“Okay, okay.” Slightly avoiding her pleading expression, you awkwardly died down in your snicker and wiped away the tears that managed to fall from your ear ducts. 

You couldn’t help it, her reaction to you talking about Flash Thompson was hilarious and you wouldn’t change it for the world.

“I’m sorry.” Snickering lowly once again, your eyes glanced up at the disappointed female as she turned away from you, her arms crossed over her chest in a pouty manner as she waited for a sincere apology.

“Come on, lighten up a little bit.” Leaning forward, you tried to nudge her in the shoulder but she quickly pulled her shoulder back to avoid the contact between the two of you.

Groaning at her immaturity, you aggravatingly spoke a soft “You’re seriously mad at me?” whilst raising an eyebrow at the disappointed female.

Seeing no reaction from her, you slowly pulled your hand away and sat down in a heap, a rolling of your eyes seen across the table before you crossed your arms across your chest, mimicking Liz’s actions she displayed to you.

“You know I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you.” Your tone softened as you cocked your head to the side, your orbs piercing through her face as you tried to decipher what was going through her mind.

After a minute of just flat out staring and silence, you finally piped up a groan as you leaned your head against the wall of the cafeteria, your E/C clearly full of discomfort from the awkward silence between the two of you.

“Fine, be mad at me.” You shook your head and closed your journal in front of you, standing up before you placed your books in your backpack. 

“But just so you know,” you leaned close to her with an intimidating look in your eyes, before you glanced over her confused expression. “I’m not afraid to tell Flash where you are.” A smirk appeared on your lips as you watched her eyes expand at the ‘threat’ given to her.

Before she could strangle you where you stood, you turned around and ran out of the cafeteria with a skip in your step and a victorious smile on your face which caused everyone to look at you confusingly.

Especially two sophomores staring at both you and Liz from across the room.

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throwback to mansae~


Title: The Fearless Spiderman

Tom hits his head after he trips because he saw a spider and Y/N can’t help but tease him about being Spiderman.

Words: ~ 1700


I wake up with a soft groan escaping my lips and I roll over, bumping against the sleeping beauty next to me. Tom’s lips were slightly parted, a few strands covering his forehead while his arms were tiredly wrapped around me. I looked around, spotting Tessa sleeping peacefully at the end of the bed, and
I snuggled deeper into Tom after pulling the blanket back over us.

I loved waking up early. But only to cuddle with my brunet boyfriend, enjoying his embrace and staring at his handsome features.
Letting out a satisfied hum, I ran my fingers through his soft hair that I adored so much before my hand lingered on the back of his neck. My eyes wandered over his face, memorising it like I always did, never wanting to forget his face. My gaze stopped at his lips which I had kissed so many times before and still, I hadn’t kissed them enough. And I would probably never reach this particular achievement: Sucessfully kissed Tom Holland ’s lips so many times that there’s no need to do it anymore.

I leaned down to kiss his lips briefly and he hummed quietly but didn’t wake up before a smile formed on my lips.
Sighing dreamily, I ran my fingers through his curls again and again and again. After about 10 minutes of admiring my boyfriend I carefully freed myself from him, leaving our bed to make some breakfast.

After two years of dating him, I knew how much he liked me taking care of him when he had a rough week. And there was nothing more in this world that I wanted more than Tom to be perfectly happy.

My feet left a tapping sound on the cold tiles as I headed to the kitchen, thinking about what to make for breakfast.
I yawned before pressing the button of the coffee machine, impatiently waiting for my morning medicine. And while listening to that familiar buzzing sound of the machine, I filled the kettle with water for Tom’s tea.

Leaning against the counter and carefully taking a sip of my coffee, I mindlessly stared into nothing. Despite loving to wake up early next to my lovely boy I needed a lot of time to be fully awake in my head.
Placing my favourite spiderman mug on the counter, I filled Tom’s mug with the boiled water before I put in the teabag.

Out of nowhere, Tom suddenly stood behind me as if he had teleported himself. I jumped slightly as his arms sneaked around my waist before he pressed my back into his chest, his chin resting on my shoulder. “Morning, darling.”, he breathed out right next to my ear and I turned around in his arms, smiling at him. “Morning, Tommy.”

My eyes were on the height of his lips, making it almost impossible for me to look somewhere else and to think about something else than kissing those soft lips.
Without any control over my body, my head leaned forward and my lips collided with his, my hands resting on his shoulders while his were firmly placed on my waist. But before I could even dig my fingers into his messy curls he pulled back, “Ew, you taste like coffee.”
A disgusted look was on his face before I playfully hit him and shot back, “And your breath stinks.”

He chuckled softly before he let go of me completely, looking behind me with curiosity in his brown eyes. “What are you doing?”
“Breakfast.”, I replied, “Now, you go back to bed. I’m taking in care of you today.”
Playfully pushing him out of the kitchen, I tried to give him a serious look but rolled my eyes with a smile when he smirked at me. “Wow, you’re bossy today.”, he said with a flirty tone and I shook my head, laughing.
“I meant that in the most innocent way.”, I defended myself, “Now get some rest.”

When Tom finally left the kitchen, I turned around and opened the fridge to-

“BLOODY HELL!”, I heard Tom’s voice before the sound of furniture being moved and then a loud thud. “TOM?” Then Tessa barked loudly.
Panicking, I left the kitchen only to see Tom laying on the floor holding his head. I hurried next to him, my knees hitting the ground before my hands reached out to him.
“Oh my god… Tom, are you okay?”, I wanted to know, panic clear in my voice.
“Yeah, I guess.”, he mumbled, my hands grabbed his shoulders, pulling him up into a sitting position. “But my head hurts. I hit it on the dresser.” Tessa liked Tom’s face, excitedly jumping next him. “Tessa, I’m okay.”, he soothed her, petting her head.

I carefully took his head in my hands, investigating it. “There’s no blood.”, I sighed in relief before looking into his shock-filled eyes. “What the hell just happened?”, I wanted to know and Tom wordlessly pointed behind me.

Turning around, I saw a little spider on the wall. I bit my lip trying to keep myself from laughing at him. “I had a mini heart attack when I saw this monster and fell back against the couch and then I tripped. And then I hit my head.”, he told me quietly, his right hand pressing against his head.

He looked so cute and vulnerable, I couldn’t help but smile at him. “Aww you poor baby.”
“No, seriously. It’s coming to get me!”, he said with panic in his voice after the spider slowly crawled an inch further.
“Maybe you actually can summon an army of spiders, spiderling.”, I teased while helping him stand up. “It’s SpiderMAN.”, he rolled his eyes.

Swaying a bit to the side, he supported his weight with his hand on the dresser and crushed against it.
I gave him a worried look, “Are you sure that you’re okay?”
He shook his head, tensing up when he looked up the spider again. “Let’s get you into bed, Spiderman.”, I suggested but Tom shook his head quickly. “I won’t go near this thing.”
“Okay.”, I smiled before my hands cupped his face, pulling him towards me before our lips met.

My right hand wandered over his shoulder to his arm and I could feel his muscles relax from my touch before he sighed into the kiss. My hand sneaking to his side and then to his back, I slowly stepped backwards. Step after step, pulling him towards the bedroom while our lips softly moved together.
But Tom pulled back when he realised that I was only distracting him, his hands grabbing my wrists.
“Nice try, my love.”, he only chuckled before he pecked my lips and went over to the couch to sit down. Tessa followed him, laying down on the couch and closing her eyes while Tom stroked her back.

“The fearless Spiderman can’t even get near to a spider.”, I laughed and ruffled his hair, a pout forming on his lips when he crossed his arms. Making my way back to the kitchen, I heard Tom’s complain, “Where are you going, darling. Don’t leave me! It will attack me.”
“I’m getting some ice. We don’t want Spiderman to be out of order, do we?”, I chuckled while putting some Ice into a towel before I went back to my whiny boyfriend.

Straddling his lap, I put the towel on the back of his neck while staring onto his brown eyes. “You’re the best girlfriend ever.”, he whispered before his arms wrapped around me and he pecked my lips, my free hand reaching upwards to stroke his hair. “And you’re my spiderboyfriend.”
Letting out a satisfied hum, he pressed me against him to hide his face in the crook of my neck. His hot breath tickled the skin of my neck, causing shivers to run down my back.

“The actor of Spiderman being afraid of spiders, isn’t that ironic?”, I grinned and he shook his head. “It’s definitely not funny! Stop grinning or you’ll regret.”, he warned, leaning back to look at me.“But it’s so cute!”, I objected, pouting my lower lip. His gaze flickered down to my lips before he returned the smile he saw on my lips.

“And I told you to stop grinning!”, he smirked at me before leaning in, his wet lips attacking the side of my neck with sweet, little kisses. I squeled at the contact of his lips on my skin, subconsciously pressing myself against him and tilting my head to the side after Tom decided to use his tongue.
I sighed quietly when I felt the heat rushing to my face, letting the wet towel falling onto the couch before tightly grabbing his shoulders with both of my hands.

“If this is your way of making me regret teasing you”, I deeply breathed in, “then it’s totally worth it.” He chuckled softly and I could feel his smile against my skin before he started sucking on my sweet spot, making me moan quietly.
Wanting to hear one of those sexy sounds from him, I began grinding my hips against his causing him to moan as well. His hands wandered over my sides to my tighs, gently rubbing over the soft fabric of my pyjama shorts. Feeling the electricity coming from his touch, I let out another moan but suddenly Tom pulled back.

“Sorry, I-I can’t…”, he admitted quietly and I looked at him with panic in my eyes. “You’re not gonna break up with me, are you? ‘Cause you just said that I-”
“What? No! I’m not…”, he interrupted me and I let out a sigh of relief.
“Why do you even start a sentence like that?”, I mumbled, my body still recovering from this and the things he did to me with his soft lips.

“I just meant… you look super hot in that pyjamas but I can’t concentrate with this monster chilling on the wall.”, he explained simply making me chuckle.

He was by far the cutest spiderboyfriend.


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Wrong Place Wrong Time (15)

Do not reuse, edit or copy and of my work(s). ©
Part 15 of an ongoing series, enjoy :)
A fanfic for a more Mature audience due to violence and language. Read at your own risk :)

Themes=😖,🌟,💣,🎭. (☠️- Harm towards characters, Strong language and Adult themes.)

Summary: You end up in the wrong place at the wrong time and it has negative repercussions. Main characters include: Reader and EXO.

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3 Part 4  Part 5 Part 6  Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14  Part 16  Part 17  Part 18  Part 19  Part 20  Part 21  Part 22  Part 23  Part 24  Part 25  Part 26  Part 27  Part 28  Part 29  Part 30  Part 31  Part 32  Part 33  Part 34  Part 35 (Final)

Word Count: 4,055 (I don’t know whether or not long parts are getting annoying for you guys but I do apologize🙊)

Everyone was in the board apart from Minseok, sitting around the table wearing worried expressions. You weren’t really sure what was going on, so you were sitting quietly waiting for someone to explain the situation. You were sat in between Chanyeol and Kyungsoo and directly opposite from Jongdae, noticing his fingers nervously tapping on the table; you could imagine how scared they all were right now. You were scared right now.

“So what exactly happened?” Chanyeol spoke up breaking the uncomfortable silence; he had a bad habit of chewing the skin on his thumb next to his nail when he was anxious.

“I just got a call from Junmyeon’s brother saying we had to stay alert, there’s someone on our case or a mole in the system.” Sehun waved the phone he was holding in the air, he looked around the table slowly stopping when he got to you and frowned. “I’m really hoping it’s not the latter, don’t you?” He said sarcastically raising a brow. Was he trying to suggest you were leaking information? You ignored him, turning your head away from his gaze and looking at Yixing who was leaving the room.

“Also this” Baekhyun cleared his throat shifting uncomfortably in his seat, passing a letter down the table to you and Chanyeol. “It just came through the letter box when you and Chan left the room. We live in such a remote area, I don’t know how this person found us.” Your face twisted with alarm and panic started to set into your stomach. You positioned the sheet between yourself and Chanyeol so you could both read it:

Libra  Industrial Estate
Song & Sons Warehouse Inc.
Block C

The Tell-Tale.

You were confused this didn’t mean anything to you, none of it made sense. “I don’t get it.” You shook your head at Baekhyun.

“Remember I was telling you Y/N every year Red produces some type of drug or food supplement on a large scale, with the size of his launch event I can only imagine how much product will be distributed this year. The substances and products used to make these things will be in a warehouse right now as we speak.” You nodded your head; You, Baekhyun, Chanyeol and Sehun had been looking for a warehouse for the past 3 weeks, you assumed you had been looking for what Baekhyun was explaining to you, your next raid would be the ‘big hit’ as the guys called it.
“If I’m not mistaken,” He continued “I believe that this is the address of what we’re looking for.”

You blinked looking around the room and then shrugged your shoulders. “Okay, but I don’t understand the issue, they gave us the address. Isn’t that doing us a favour?”

Sehun laughed in disbelief throwing his head back. “Are you dumb Y/N? Have you never watched a horror movie? When was the last time anything like this went well? You’re not supposed to trust these types of people. Honestly, next time we’re not watching a comedy since you clearly need to be educated.” You looked at the table bashfully, you were embarrassed at your naive statement, but you still weren’t used to this underground life.

“Who calls themselves ‘The Tell-Tale’ how cringe, ugh.” Jongin rolled his eyes and pulled a face, offering a bit of comic relief in the tense situation. You drummed your fingers against the table lightly staring at the hole in the middle which Minseok had shot through. If this person really was a ‘bad-guy’ then what was going to happen to you guys next, would you all end up dead? Would the whole of Genesis go under?

“There’s something else I noticed too. Do you see those two red crosses at the bottom, I’m assuming it to be the signature.” Baekhyun continued, leaning over from where he was sat and pointing to the bottom of the sheet. You nodded your head. “I’m sure I’ve seen this somewhere before, around a year ago, but I just can’t put my finger on where I’d seen it.” He rubbed the temples of his head, as if it would help him to retrieve his memory, but to no avail. “One other thing.” Baekhyun said, pulling an envelope from his pocket and placing it on the table. “This is the envelope that the note came in, look at it.” You stared at the envelope confused, you looked up at Baekhyun and down at the envelope again. You were waiting for it to morph into some type of creature at this point, but nothing happened.

“Okay…I’m looking” You said skeptically, still looking at the blank envelope in front of you.

“What do you see?” Baekhyun said impatiently.


“Exactly! There’s nothing on there. No address, nothing. This means it was hand delivered here, the person knows exactly where we live. They know who we are.”

Your mouth was agape, partly because you were in awe at how clever and precise Baekhyun was with all of the information and secondly because it had really hit home that someone was actually on your trail. You tried not to panic, simply because they still seemed as though they were helping you out, but if they were on your side why didn’t they just make their identity known. Who were they and what did they want?

“Hey, where’s Minseok?” Yixing said, returning back into the room with his hands on his hips. Your eyes widened a bit and you drummed your fingers against the table faster than you had been before. 

“Why would I know, Why are you asking me?” You frowned. Technically you were telling the half-true it’s not like you actually knew where Minseok had gone. Only that he had crept out without anyone knowing.

“I wasn’t just asking you, I was asking everyone.” Yixing frowned at you being overly defensive, walking back over to his seat. You caught Jongdae looking at you from across the table and you diverted you gaze over to Junmyeon.

“He’s in his room; he said he had a headache.” Junmyeon said pointing in the direction of Minseok’s room.

“No he’s not there, I just checked. His room is empty.” Everyone went silent for a moment, in deep thought; suddenly Jongin spoke up breaking the peace.

“Hmm, weird how when we think there’s a mole in the system Minseok goes missing.” You tapped your feet uncomfortably under the table. Come to think of it Minseok had been acting discretely when you ran into him in the kitchen and although you knew that you weren’t friends he did brush you off quicker than he normally did.

“There’s no need to point fingers Jongin.” Junmyeon mumbled, but you could tell he was thinking too. “I think we need to look into this, Baekhyun can you guys handle this?”

“Yeah sure we’ll get to it now.”

Everybody stood up filing out of the board one by one, you lingered behind a bit, looking at the note left behind on the table then picking it up to meet the boys. As you got to the entrance Jongdae stepped out of nowhere, blocking the exit. He was looking down at you through dark eyes, holding both of his hands against the door frame.

“What do you know?” He lowered his face an inch or so, so that it was leveled with yours. He looked intimidating beyond belief.

“I don’t know anything, leave me alone.” You tried to push past him, but he knocked you back with his knee.

“Don’t lie to me. I know you know something about Minseok; your demeanour completely gave it away. So I’m going to ask you again. What do you know?”

You shrugged your shoulders, wondering whether it was worth keeping a secret. After all if Minseok was The Tell-Tale then wouldn’t shedding light on the issue be safe-guarding yourself. You were your own priority in this house and you had to look out for yourself. You sighed telling him everything you’d seen. “Look I don’t know where he’s gone I’m telling the truth, but I did see him leaving the house when I went to fill up the popcorn bowl.”

Jongdae nodded at you lowering his hands from the door frame and crossing them over his chest. “Did he have any weapons on him?”

“No not that I saw. But he was wearing a coat and boots so he could’ve had them tucked away. I do remember him removing a bottle of something out of the fridge though, but I wasn’t sure what it was. It didn’t seem to be labelled.” Jongdae nodded again, turning around and walking to the office room which everybody was now filed into, you followed closely behind him taking a seat at one of the computers on the far right. It was silent in here, only the sound of fast typing and the buzzing of the machines could be heard. You looked at Baekhyun’s computer screen, rows and rows of codes were showing up, none of which you had a clue what meant but you stared intensely at the screen regardless.

“Y/N said she saw Minseok creeping out of the house during the film.” Jongdae piped. You began to regret telling him as you didn’t want to get Minseok or yourself into trouble. All pair of eyes turned to look at you apart from Baekhyun who was still focusing on the screen in front of him. You sank lower in your seat, you felt as though you were in trouble.

“What, when exactly was this?” Kyungsoo said walking a little bit closer to you.

“When I went for the popcorn refills.”

“Why didn’t you say anything Y/N.” Yixing said quietly, looking at you from the other side of the room.

“Because I was distracted.” You gave him a knowing look, earning a scowl from Chanyeol and causing him to clear his throat nervously and look down at his hands. This wasn’t entirely true, although the kiss had distracted you for a moment you just used it as an excuse. “Besides I didn’t think it was relevant at the time.” You heard a scoff coming from Kyungsoo as he shook his head and focused his attention on Baekhyun.

“No. Minseok wouldn’t do anything like that! He’d never rat us out!” Sehun raised his voice, it was laced with anger and hurt, he was closest to Minseok, they were like mother and son and he was refusing to believe that Minseok would ever do such a thing.

“Well where is he now Sehun, he’s not here defend himself.” Jongin crossed his arms over his chest who was frowning at him and pouting like a child.

“Wait. Look I’ve found something.” Baekhyun loaded the hacked CCTV images onto the screen in front of you. He was right it was the address that you had been looking for all along; there were a number of men loading what looked like pills and a fine white substance into tanks and crates. You frowned noticing something on the screen, pointing to the square labelled as Camera 6.

“Look Baekhyun”. The camera was pointing towards a wall, there was no activity going on in this particular area, just two big red crosses painted across the wall.

“It’s the Tell-Tale.” Baekhyun squinted his eyes. “This guy knows what he’s doing; he really wanted to lead us here.” Baekhyun typed in more codes, pulling up more strings of words that you didn’t know the meaning of. “Chanyeol, Sehun I need you to find every single escape exit in this place, do not miss out one! It looks as though we’ll be paying this place a visit much sooner than we thought.” Chanyeol and Sehun nodded at him taking their places in front of computers and also typing in a whole load of technical things that was beyond your IQ and capability. Had you had known Chanyeol was this clever you would have made him do your homework all these years.

“You’re not actually suggesting we’re going there?” Jongdae argued, I’m still not fit enough to get out yet, besides we can’t trust this ‘Tell-Tale’ person, we don’t know what we’re up against.”

“That’s exactly what I’m suggesting.” Baekhyun answered spinning around in his chair to face Jongdae. “Regardless of whoever this person is, we were looking for the warehouse anyway, it was our next raid and so we need to go.”

Jongin stood from the desk that he was leaning on. “I agree with Baekhyun, besides you know what happens after one of Red’s big launches, he takes out a load of people from Genesis, we need to prevent that, after all their stock is shifted from that warehouse he’s out to come and get us; there are more people that need to be protected now, right?” Jongin winked in your direction, making you smile a little, you were glad that they went from wanting to kill to willing to look after you.

“By the looks of things they’ll be finished shifting by 4am tomorrow morning, I don’t mean in a few hours, but like the ‘other’ tomorrow.” Baekhyun said looking at the clock above Jongdae’s head. The room fell completely silent; it was 11pm which meant the boys had twenty nine more hours. You began to panic they weren’t prepared for this; there was no way this could go well, especially due to scale of the raid. Nothing ever went well if it wasn’t planned; you learned this from the Hotel launch incident. Just then you were brought out of your thoughts and back to reality when you heard a door closing. Your eye’s shot back down towards the doorway where Jongdae was stood. You realised that they all heard it too since everyone was facing the same way that you were. Jongdae took a step outside of the room, peeking his head around the corner.

“Oi! Kim Minseok, get in here!” Your breath hitched slightly, as with everybody elses. Minseok was back home, God only knows what would happen now.

He walked into the room quietly, frowning at everyone.

“What are you all doing in here?”

“I don’t know Minseok, depends on why you weren’t busy having a headache in your room. Where were you?” Jongin pointed an accusing finger at him; you were all waiting patiently for his reply.

“I went to get some air, and what?” He shrugged his shoulders, looking at everyone with a vacant expression.

“We’ve just had news from Junmyeon’s brother about someone on our trail, or a possible mole in Genesis. You wouldn’t happen to know about that…would you?” Jongdae moved in front of Minseok squaring his shoulders and looking at him intensely, more intense than the way he looked at you.

Minseok laughed in disbelief looking up to the ceiling briefly and back down at Jongdae.
“What are you suggesting?”

“I don’t know Minseok, what is your answer? Because that’s what it is dependent on.”

Everyone was holding their breath at this point, even Junmyeon who was usually in control and on top of everything was lost for words, you were staring blankly at Minseok and Jongdae praying that neither had a weapon on them, as things would only get messy from there on out if that was the case.
Minseok shook his head smiling in astonishment at everyone in the room.
“Whatever. I don’t have time for this. I’m going to bed.”

Sehun rushed up from his seat towards Minseok, fright and worry painted clearly across his face.
“But I told them it wasn’t you Minseok, of course it wasn’t you it couldn’t be you, right!?” He spoke quickly his question was supposed to be rhetorical but you could see that he was desperately waiting for Minseok to deny it and prove everyone wrong. But he didn’t respond, not the way that Sehun wanted him to anyway, he looked at everyone laughing silently and turned on his heel making his way to his room.

“Minseok I know it wasn’t you right!?” Sehun called after him desperately.

No answer.

You were walking down the corridor entering what you secretly claimed to be your room, blinking at what had just happened, how could this be Minseok? He was a victim too, why would he do something like this. You stood still, back facing the door trying to run through the facts and process everything in your head.

“Hey I feel like you’re avoiding me.” You jumped being caught off guard not expecting someone to waltz into your room.

You turned around seeing Yixing leaning against the frame of your door, nervously playing with his fingers.

“Oh…No, no I’m just. I don’t know I guess living here is still taking me by surprise.” You laughed nervously not entirely telling the truth, you were somewhat avoiding Yixing, but only because of what you had felt after you kissed him. You were a bit afraid to be around him because the concept of him making your heart race was so wrong, but now even as he stood at the door watching you intensely you felt your skin burning up and your heart beating against your chest. He walked over the threshold into your room causing you to back away a little bit, you were anxious to be around him you didn’t know what would happen next.

“Do you think Minseok did it?” He asked, taking a seat on the edge of what used to be Luhan’s bed and looked up at you through long dark lashes. You shook your head softly.

“No. Minseok has lost both of his parents at the hands of Red, I don’t see why he’d be working against Genesis, if anything he’s the least likely to be a mole. I think…” You were trying hard to convince yourself but at the moment you didn’t really know what was going on; things happened so fast in this house that you couldn’t keep up. You were hoping that deep down none of the boys would do such a thing.

“You still haven’t answered my question.” Yixing said slowly rising up from the bed and walking towards where you were stood.

“I did. I just said I don’t think Mins –”

“Not that question.” He put his hand up in the air to shush you. “Me or Jongin?” You breathed out slowly, you tried your best to avoid this topic for as long as you could, but you found yourself walking right into it.

“Yixing I can’t –I mean this is weird. Just, no.” You stammered, you couldn’t find the words to form a proper sentence, you didn’t even know what it was you wanted to say. You were distracted by the sensation of Yixing’s arms snaking around your waist and pulling you closer to him, the warmth of his body enveloping you and his invigorating smell filling your senses. He lowered his lips to your ears, whispering to you, his hot breath sending your stomach into a whirlwind.

“Look Y/N I don’t care if you talk to Jongin, it’s good that you get along with everyone in the house. But I hate to think of the fact that you might like him more than me, it really makes me sick. I know he’s made advances, I mean this is Jongin we’re talking about for crying out loud. But I was here before him; In fact I was the first guy in this house here for you, with the exception of Chanyeol of course. I know I must make you feel better than he does, right?” He lowered his head a little bit further down, kissing the sweet spot on your neck, the exact same spot he hit in the kitchen; you let out a heavy breath, your eyes fluttering shut. He moved his hands up and down your waist and his face shifted over, ghosting his lips over yours. You kept your eyes closed waiting for him to press his lips against yours, but then he pulled away. You opened your eyes, disappointed as to why he backed out.
“I need to hear you say it first Y/N.” His eyes were dark but with a yearning. It didn’t make you feel scared but in fact the opposite, it made you feel more drawn towards him then you had been before, but you managed to push him away.

“I like everyone in their own special way. Well mostly everyone.”You said, you weren’t too keen on Sehun, Minseok and Jongdae.

Yixing rolled his eyes at you. “Ugh bullshit Y/N you know what I mean! I’m talking about me and Jongin. I’m the better man and we both know I have more of an effect on you then he does.”

“This isn’t a competition Yixing! Besides this is hardly the time and the place to talk about this right now, we have a possible traitor in this house, don’t you care at all?!”

“Of course I care; you’re just driving me mad drifting between me and Jongin I fucking hate it! Pick one or have none, you can’t keep pretending you don’t even remotely have any types of feelings for me.”

“Well if you care about the situation Yixing then get your fucking priorities straight! You and Jongin are the last thing on my mind right now!”

“Woah! Don’t shout at me I’ve been nice to you up until this point, you’re literally driving me crazy stop pushing me aside like I’m a piece of trash, you’re beginning to piss me off!”

“Am I? Good! You know what Yixing fuck you I don’t even want to see your face right now?” You lied storming out of the room and making your way to the living room area, your head was pulsing and you were doing everything in your power to stop yourself from crying. You were honestly beginning to have enough with the men in this house, all apart from Baekhyun.

“Oi!” You heard a voice hiss. You looked up in front of you but didn’t see anyone, now you were imagining things, great.
“Behind you, you idiot.” You felt a hand grab you and pull you backwards into a room, shutting and locking the door behind you. You looked up to see Minseok’s angry face staring down at yours; his eyebrows were knitted closely together. He moved further into the room, signalling for you to take a seat on his bed, You didn’t need to be told twice you quickly rushed over, placing yourself down on the edge. You looked about you. His room was much cleaner than you ever imagined it to be, with a row of pictures displayed on the wall opposite his bed. There was a picture of him and Luhan, the same picture that was in Luhan’s room, A picture with him and Sehun eating pizza together, and a picture of what looked like an infant version of Minseok standing next to a man and a woman, you assumed they were his parents and you felt a sudden burn in your chest.

“You fucking snitched on me didn’t you?” He hissed quietly leaning against the wall that the pictures were hanging on.
You answered steadily and calmly so as to not piss Minseok off, you knew better than that by now.
“No I didn’t I promise, Jongdae forced it out of me, he’s not my biggest fan so I couldn’t really keep quiet.”

He let out a sigh, sliding slowly down the wall sitting on his haunches.
“Do they actually think it’s me?” He asked you, tilting his head to the side.

“Yes I think they do. Well some of them anyway.”

“And what about you?” He narrowed his eyes, focusing on your response.

“No. I don’t. I feel like you’re one of the biggest victims in this house, so why you’d be working against Genesis is beyond me. I think…” The lingering doubt kicked in again; you could never know when it came down to Minseok.

He rose to his feet slowly nodding at you. “Okay get out now!” He followed you until you were half way out of the door.

You looked up at him momentarily.
“But Minseok…Where did you go?”

He frowned at you shutting the door and locking it from the inside.

“Like I said Y/N. None of your business.”

How to Survive College- Tadashi Hamada Imagine

Rating: G

Warnings: overworried Tadashi, cuteness

Summary: College is hard, but there are always the benefits of being there.

Word Count: 1155

You were tired. But then again, you were always tired. College was stressful. It was hard. Everyone around you was intelligent and smart. You just seemed like another grain of sand on the beach. It wasn’t all that bad, though. You survived. You had a couple of friends that made you feel amazing. Honey Lemon was always so cheerful. Wasabi was always helping you organize your thoughts. Gogo always managed to make you feel relaxed. Fred always had jokes to make you smile. Tadashi, well, he was your best friend. You knew him like no one else did and he knew you like no one else ever would.

You smiled at the thought of Tadashi. Actually, the two of you were the only ones in the labs. The problem you were faced with was pretty challenging. Your next experiment was biology-based, and it seemed that whatever compound you utilized created an even bigger problem. You had spent two hours just staring at the pieces of scratch paper.

“It works!”

You jumped, a little shocked at the outburst. You rubbed your eyes before walking to Tadashi’s lab.You pushed the door a little.

Tadashi had this huge smile on his face. “Scan me.”

A voice, a robotic voice, spoke, “Your neurotransmitter levels are elevated. This indicates that you are happy.”

“I am! I really am. Oh, man, just wait til my brother sees you.” Tadashi smiled to himself. “You’re gonna help so many people, buddy. So many. That’s all for now. I am satisfied with my-”

You smiled and leaned against the door. You slipped through, tripping over your feet and fell to the ground. You scrambled to get up and coughed. “Sorry! I was just…” Your voice trailed off as you stared at a large robat. It was… plump and  balloon-like. Its head was small, and its round eyes were big. Your jaw dropped. “This is your robotics project?”

Tadashi nodded with a wide grin. “Yeah! It’s pretty great!” He immediately coughed and pulled the bill of his cap over his eyes. “I mean, what- what do you think?”

You just smiled, circling around the new creation. “This is amazing.” You poked the robot. “Durable, soft. What is that in the middle?” You scrutinized it. “Carbon fiber?”

“Yep. Need Baymax to be really light and durable.”

“You expect him to fall out a window or something?” You laughed.

Tadashi shrugged. “He’s prepared for anything.”

You smiled. “Tadashi, may I, ask for a scan?”

“Of course!”

“Baymax, scan me.”

The robot looked you up and down before concluding, “You are perfectly healthy, with high levels of dopanine, seratonin, and adrenanline.”

Your eyes widened. That was never supposed to be said. You panicked, tensing a little.

Tadashi tilted his head. He mouthed the words of the chemicals. He’s sworn he had heard it before. He took Pyschology class once and even talked to a professor about it for Baymax. However, for the life of him, he couldn’t remember. He stepped forward and asked, “Do you remember what those chemicals were for?”

You blushed. “Nothing too important, I think. Must’ve been a bonus question or something.” You stared at Baymax. “So how is he… knowledgeable? Programmed?”

Tadashi smiled. “Let me show you.” He pushed the access port on Baymax, revealing the green computer chip. “Over ten thousand medical procedures.”

“Wow.” You grasped the robot’s arm. “What else are you equipped with?”

Suddenly, a blue light emanated from his hand. You jolted back, feeling the buzz of electricity run from your fingers to the entire rest of your body. You shook your hands and feet. “Woah! That was unexpected.” You laughed a little, shaking your hand just a bit more.

Tadashi ran over to you. “Are you ok? I am so sorry. I guess I need to run another test. We’ll get you to the hospital. Surely, they’ll-”

“Tadashi, I’m fine.”

Tadashi took your hands into his, examining them. “Just because you can’t see anything, doesn’t mean it’s not there.”

You gasp at the contact, feeling the blood rush to your cheeks. “Tadashi,” you whispered, “I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not.”

“Yes, I-” You yawned. It may have been morning, but you did stay up late the night before.

Tadashi’s eyes widened. He gently cradled your cheeks with both of his hands and stared into your eyes. The warmth from his hands spread, and you could feel the temperature rise. Tadashi whipped out a small flashlight from his pocket and shined it in your eyes briefly. “Pupils are dilating just fine. Maybe the shock made you drowsy. It could’ve affected your nerves. We…” He picked you up, holding you to his chest.

You gasped. “Tadashi! I can stand on my own, you know?”

“You are experiencing drowsiness.”

“Then, test your invention. He could scan me and see if anything’s wrong.”

Tadashi shook his head. “You are too important to be some sort of test. I am taking you to a hospital.” He sped out of the room.

You squealed and held onto him tighter. “Tadashi! I am fine!”

“You were electrocuted!”

“Shocked!” You groaned. “At least just take me to the medical building.”

“Fine.” He changed direction and headed towards the medical building. When you arrived there, Tadashi put you down, but his hand rested on your waist, holding you close. You pursed your lips and felt your cheeks heat up. The doctors stared at you. “(Y/n), do you feel any pain?”

You gave him a thumbs-down.

The doctor opened his mouth, but Tadashi interrupted him, “Please, my robot malfunctioned, I just wanna make sure she’s alright.”

He sighed. “Ok, lovebirds, follow me into my office.”

The two of you stuttered, trying to disprove his small comment. Tadashi removed his hand from your waist and kept holding onto his hat. You just stared at the ground. Eventually, the two of you just avoided each other’s gaze with red cheeks. The check-up didn’t take long. Tadashi and you left the hospital, still not looking at each other directly.

“Hey, I’m sorry for dragging you to the hospital,” Tadashi admitted. “I was just really worried

You shrugged. "A little too worried,” you laughed, nudging him. “Don’t worry about it. It’s actually kinda cute.”

Tadashi gazed at you. “Cute?”

“Uh…” You blushed. “I mean, like, it’s cute that someone could care… about me.”

“I care a lot about you.” He laughed a little.

You gazed at him, smiling softly. “I care a lot about you, too.”

Tadashi’s grin widened. “Hey, you know, you could help me with Baymax later. If you want to?”

“I would love to.” You peered down and bit your lip. You took a risk and grasped his hand.

Tadashi stiffened. Then, he pulled you closer to himself and kissed your head. Yeah, college was tiring, stressful, and hard, but you had all you needed to survive. You had your friends and Tadashi, whatever he considered you to be.

Heyo!! So, my first Tadahi imagine! I hope you guys like it!

FF15 Erogenous Zone Headcanon

@stephicness gave me the idea for this, thanks Steph!! <3 Also tagging: @rubyphilomela @sylleblossompetals @themissimmortal @blindbae @miss-scientia and @nifwrites

I might update with gifs!

Noctis: Thighs, specially inner thighs and clavicle – fingers brush against the skin (clothed or bare!) and a spark of electricity rushes through him. Noctis’ attention will no longer be on anything beyond those fingers that brushed against his thighs, it felt so good and why did it feel so good? He’s slightly confused as to why something that wasn’t strictly genitals or nipples, turn him on. He’ll brush his own fingers over his thighs to receive no feeling like it was to have someone else do it. It’s mainly how clothes brush against his clavicle but also when his s/o presses their hand on his shoulder pressing against his clavicle as they try to give him a sneak kiss on the cheek, it sends fire like sensations through him.

Prompto: Scalp and arms (crook of elbow mainly) – give the boy a head massage and he’s putty in your hands. He discovered this oddly satisfying sexual feeling of having his hair washed at the local salon at first he thought it was just because the stylist was really pretty. (Large breasts pressing against him as she washed his hair!) But when he went the next time and it was a male and it felt good he knew something was up. Just running your hands through his hair and massaging his scalp sends shivers right down his back and to his cock making him embarrassed sometimes because it feels good. Squeeze his elbow trying to get his attention and dude it sends a spark down his spine, he’s will stop what he’s doing to stare at you, it pushes on the muscles on his arms just enough where it’s such a good feeling.

Gladio: Neck and small of the back – sucking and biting on his neck is a definite yes but what he finds sort of annoying is that even his s/o’s (me) breath grazes the skin of his neck and he’s stopping in spot listening to what they have to say even if it’s “No noodles tonight Gladio.” The feeling of their (mine) hot breath on his skin of his neck sends shivers down his spine and makes him short of breath. It feels too good. Slight fingers brushing his hair back and moving against his neck is pure sin for him. (Prompto and Noctis like to tease him on his sensitive neck often poking him with sticks to bother him.) The small of his back he enjoys having his s/o place their hand there, running fingers over his bare skin it sends a pleasurable feeling through his body every time.

Ignis: Ears and fingers. Gloves are for a reason! Beyond ease for driving. They are sensitive to a lot of things, certain fabrics, (lace!) and texture of items just bring a oddly satisfying feeling to him. That cause him to loose his attention so he wears the gloves often to help him stay focused, so if someone has his attention he will take of those gloves to enjoy the pleasing feeling of their skin. Ears, it’s the feeling of something brushing against them softly, hair or fingers as s/o tousles their fingers in his hair brushing against his ears. Rub the shell of his ears and he’s set.

Ravus: Scalp and back. He noticed one day as Luna was braiding his hair (he can’t say no to her) that her fingers brushing on his scalp felt oddly good. Any time Araena or Ardyn tease him by brushing their fingers through his hair that good feeling rushes through him and he needs to find a exit or a reason to bark at them to leave him alone. He doesn’t have time for such “weakness”. Back like his whole back running finger tips over it, massaging or scratching it just feels so good. He finds so much pleasure in it that he can become a mess just from that. It’s another thing he doesn’t want others to know so if someone places a hand on his back be prepared for a smack or a growl.

Cor: Arms and neck. Mainly his upper arms just brushing fingers against the skin causes him to flush, a sharp intense spark rushes through his body making him nervous. He doesn’t bare his arms much because it doesn’t matter much if they are touched with clothes on. But bare skin sends him all in a tither. His neck mainly the back of his is the soft spot getting a massage there from a attendant and discovered that this was a sensitive spot of his. His s/o can relax him just by ghosting their fingers over that spot.

Nyx: Chest and thighs. Any part of his thighs are touched and it brings such a pleasurable feeling to Nyx. Clothes brushing against them, bodies it all feels oddly good. His chest is also a rather good, nails dragging against his chest is really good. Someone pressing on it to stop him from doing anything also feels pleasing. He’s not ashamed of having people touching his erogenous zones it’s a simple pleasure for him so he goes with it, there isn’t many pleasures for him to deal with.

Something Real (Sam Holland x Reader Imagine)

Request: Could i please have like a lil blurb or imagine or whatever you want with sam where we’re in a musical together???? ty ily xxxxxx

Note: This ones for my homegirl @curlytomholland because she’s so whipped for Sam Holland. 

Description: Reader is beginning rehearsals for their school musical along with Sam, and feelings get ADMITED YEET

Warnings: None, just a lil angst and fluff at the end.


Y/N- Your name

Y/L/N- Your last name

Y/F/N- Your friends name.

Y/T/N- Your teachers name.

The end of the school year brought with it your seasonal school musical. By some miracle this year, your school had secured the rights to La La Land. Previously, you had given your absolute best efforts to being a part of the stage crew, no role ever quite reeling you in, however when you were presented with the chance to audition for the lead role of Mia Dolan, you were hooked. To your delight you secured the female lead, the male lead being played by none other than Sam Holland. Sam was your best friend, he was sweet, a little cocky sometimes, but he meant a lot to you. It was the first day of rehearsals, today was just a read through and a possibility of staging. In some old tights and a black tank top, for the purpose of comfort, you entered the studio, where you were greeted with the same familiar face.

“Only 20 minutes late then?”

“Late? It’s 9:20 I’m 10 minutes early Sam.”

He shook his head, looking beyond confused.

“Weren’t we meant to start at 9?”

“Sam it’s only us here, why would everyone else be 20 minutes late?” you laughed a little, earning a dramatic sigh from the freckly wonder.


You went over to the corner of the studio, glass mirrors surrounding the wall you set your bag down next to. Removing your sweater, you tied your hair up in a loose bun on top of your head. Reaching into the side pocket of your bag, you pulled out the lipstick you were wearing. A coral pink, a colour he loved seeing on you, not that he’d ever said that directly to you. Sam watched you, observing everything you were doing closely.

“See something you like?” you teased him, not thinking much of it.

He choked a little, not realising you knew he was watching you.

“I was just- don’t worry, I was just uh- and so-”

Turning to walk to the other side of the room, he mumbled to himself sitting at the piano, resting his fingers against the keys. He was acting nervous, bashful almost. Making your way over to where he was, you sat down beside him. He was warm, his leg bouncing fast, and he looked different. Usually he was charming, and outgoing, witty. But in this moment he seemed less confident and not himself.

“Why don’t you play something?”

Sam’s fingers trickled over the fingers, unsure of where to start, he couldn’t think clearly and he knew exactly why. Instinctively he began to play the opening notes of ‘City of Stars’. You were now the one watching him. Every note he played seemed to take him somewhere that made him feel at home. His slender figure hugged by the deep blue hoodie he had paired with black sweats. Noticing the string of his hoodie was tucked into the opening at his neck you reached to pull it out. He turned to face you abruptly, your hand grazing his cheek.

“Sorry.” You snatched your hand down, unsure of what he thought you were doing.

“No, I didn’t mind it-”

“Were you guys early? I guess the stars need to be punctual” Y/F/N who was playing Keith surprised the both of you. Sam scurried away from you, fetching his script from on top of the piano. He took a seat on the hardwood floor, cross legged on the ground, flicking through the pages. Retrieving your own script, you sat with him, some distance away. It seemed as if you were bothering him in some way, and the last thing you wanted to do was aggravate him, but it was abnormal to you, you’d never seen him act like this.

As the rest of the cast began to arrive, a thought cast over your mind, something you hadn’t thought of before. Maybe he was uncomfortable? Both you and Sam had been friends since you started high school together and maybe he felt playing love interests would compromise your friendship? It was something to consider.

Once the whole principle cast was in attendance, everybody sat in a circle, so everyone’s faces were visible, something your teacher Miss Y/T/N thought was important.

“Now before we start I want to ask- does anyone have anything they need to get off their chests? Anything at all that may be bothering you? I would like everyone to begin these rehearsals with clear, sharp minds, no distractions. So, if there is something you want to exhaust, or confess, please do so now. Sam let’s start with you.”

As soon as Miss Y/T/N said Sam’s name your eyes jolted upwards towards him, but you weren’t expecting his eyes to already be focused on you.

“I really don’t think I need to get anything off my chest.” He was lying, you could tell. But there was little chance you would let him get off that easy.

“Are you sure about that? Sam?”

Sam’s face twisted into shock, his façade was being broken down and he couldn’t do much to stop it. Little did you know that you were what was keeping his mind so preoccupied.

He recalled seeing La La Land in the cinema with you when it came out. You insisted on buying the popcorn and the drinks as a symbol of ‘breaking gender stereotypes’. Sam knew perfectly well you had dreams and goals just like Mia did, and that’s why you admired the movie so much. He remembered admiring the sight of you being so mesmerised and captured by the scenes that played before you. His mind always went back to what you said to him during the ‘City of Stars’ scene.

“I hope I can have something real like that one day. Something like Sebastian and Mia had. 

Something real.

Now here you were, both playing roles in the most perfect love, and it wasn’t real. It wasn’t something he could have with you because in his mind, it would never be reciprocated. His mind running a million miles an hour he huffed before he answered you.

“No. Nothing.”

After the rest of your peers got the chance to ‘express their repressed feelings’, the cast did a sit down read through. Needless to say, everybody knew something was stirring between yourself and Sam. Each line he delivered to you was a struggle, like he was trying to stop himself from saying it. Miss Y/T/N had picked up on it too.

“Sam I know we’re only doing a read through but I still need you to make your delivery seem just a bit mor-”



The look on his face was melancholy-

“I can do that.”

“Okay well, Sam, Y/N I might get you to run those lines for the ‘A Lovely Night’ dialogue together, everybody else downstage centre, we’re going to go through the blocking for ‘Another Day of Sun’.”

Both Sam and yourself, retreated upstage towards the back of the room, you found yourself twiddling your thumbs. Something was wrong and you couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but by all means you were going to find out.

“Sam have I done something? You just seem super distant, and I don’t want to assume it’s about me but I guess I just want to make sure.”

Standing with his head down, the light strawberry blonde curl of his fringe, covering his eyes partially. You loved it when his hair was brushed forward like it was, it made him seem all the more youthful. Wide eyed boy.

“You haven’t done anything wrong. You’ve done everything right and I can never blame you for wanting something real. I just wish that’s what this was, and it’s not, and I know you probably wouldn’t want that with me, but it’s so hard playing someone who needs to be your person, your love when that’s never going to be a reality.”

Part of you thought that he had taken a liking to improvisation, but you knew he meant every word he said. Your cheeks were red hot, and damp. Sam hustled closer to you, taking the edges of his thumbs on either side of your face, wiping away your reaction to his soliloquy.

“This is what I didn’t want. I just upset you I don’t make you happy like you deserve.”

“You think I’m upset? Sam I’m glad you were honest with me.”

He shuffled back so he could see your face, not sure if you were serious.

“Then why are you crying love?”

“How could you think that we don’t have something real? I realise that it might have taken you a WHILE to get the hint but you’re where my heart is Sam, you are my something real, I just wanted you to realise that.”

Sam was the one crying now. With the end of his sleeve, he wiped his face, smiling catastrophically. Right now this boy, the same boy who did your shoelaces for you when you were too lazy to, the boy who waited for hours outside your house when you took too long to get ready, the boy who you had confided your most closely held secrets to- he was giving you the same smile he gave you at the cinema, when he said ‘something real will come your way’.

As his outstretched arms brought you into his chest, you took in the scent of him, it settled you. His chin rested upon the top of your head, bring your face to look at him, he adjusted your hair, kissing you on your temple with parted lips.

“You have my wee little heart Y/N  Y/L/N. It’s all yours.

Let me know if you liked this! I wanna do more Sam/Harry Holland if people want them. Let me know if you don’t like it too I mean any criticism is good criticism. xx

Mark Sloan Imagine

Mark Sloan Imagine
490 Words
Suggestions: Interns flirt with Mark and Reader shows them who be belongs to.
Requested By:

Originally posted by ionmyway

“Hi Dr. Sloan,” Interns smirked at Mark in a flirtatious way.

You narrowed your eyes, seeing Mark give him the exact same smirk as he walked over to you. He looked at you and gave you a concerned look.

“What’s wrong? You look like someone didn’t refill the coffee this morning, which, by the way, you’re welcome. I did it,” He looked at you.

You placed a hand on your hip, still narrowing your eyes at him.

“Seriously, what is it?”

“Hi Doctor-,” A Female Intern started to sigh.

You turned, giving her a death glare, which made her squeak and run off.

“Oh, I see, you’re jealous,” Mark chuckled.

“Please, if you cheated on me, most of the guys in this hospital would fall head over heels for me. You just caught my eye, I didn’t fall for the whole ‘Mark Sloan’ exterior here,” You motioned to his body.

“Oh, so if an intern walked up to you and flirted with you, I would be jealous too?”

“Maybe, but who knows? Because you’re the sex god over here as for I am a hard find.”

“(Y/n), I appreciate you calling me a sex god, but-.”

“Zip it. I have to get to work.”

You walked off.


He jogged off after you.

“We’re going on our lunch break.”

“Oh really? Well you can go flirt at lunch then.”


“No, no, go to lunch with all those other women you have around your finger. I got something I have to do.”

“You don’t need to be jealous.”

“I’m not jealous I’m frustrated at you because you flirt back!”

You stopped, looking at him. You jabbed your fingers onto is chest.

“You flirt back. I don’t care if they flirt with you, who cares? They’ll probably find someone better than you, but NO! YOU. FLIRT. BACK! And I stand there EVERYTIME that happens, so guess what? Go have sex with someone else then!!”

You stomped off. People looked at you stomp off. You were pissed, REALLY pissed, and it kind of hurt Mark’s feelings when you said that. Nurses shook their heads.

“She’s right, she’s a nice catch,” One of them whispered, which Mark over heard.

“Yeah! A guy proposed to her on the spot yesterday and she rejected him! God, I wish to be her.”

“Yeah, she’s hard to get.”

Mark raced off after you. You were inside an elevator with 2 intern girls and Mark.

“Hi Dr. Sloan,” They swooned.

You growled.


“He’s mine. Touch him, look at him, breathe is name, any contact, and you won’t see the outside world at all,” You muttered lowly, giving them, a look.

They ran out of the elevator after you finished. You stood patiently, waiting for the next floor.

“God you’re hot,” Mark smirked.

“Shut up.”

“Sexy hot. Wanna have sex in the ON-CALL room later?”

You raised an eyebrow at him, then looked forward.


“Okay,” He grinned.


A/N: This request was given to me and I put it off because I didn’t want to die, but the time has come and I have finished and I would like to apologize to mother for this atrocity. Enjoy! 

Warnings: This is smut. 


Kyungsoo had gone to the gym all week to work out with Yixing and Jongdae for hours on end. You didn’t say anything, thinking it was something his managers had made him do. He never said a word to you, but you could tell his arm muscles especially were starting to become more defined and honestly, it was hot.  

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mellarkablegirl  asked:

for a prompt request: single mom katniss takes her infant daughter to college because her babysitter cancels , and her classmate Peeta helps take care of the kid so K can concentrate. .

So this took me a loooong time, and I’m sorry for that, @mellarkablegirl. I had some trouble with this prompt because it’s a little out of my comfort zone and I tweaked it a little bit. I hope that’s okay and that it’s worth the wait.

A HUGE thank you to @papofglencoe for the quick beta work and encouragement!!<3


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Wild Wild West

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam

Word Count: 1,634

Warnings: implied smut, Half of this is basically how good Dean looks in a cowboy suit so that is definitely a warning

Request by @gabbie7-11: Hi could you do a Dean X reader where the reader and Dean cast and Sam go back in time in the old west you know cowboys Indians demons that kind of fun stuff I just got the idea that’s all I have sorry I leave this request in your capable imaginative talented hands.

Author’s Note: If you want to become a Queen yourself (on my tag list) or apart of the Dean Beans, shoot me an ask or PM, I don’t bite.

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Originally posted by savingpeoplegiffingthings

“Are you sure you can do this, Cas?” You asked, looking at the Angel with worry. You and the gang were going back in time to stop a demon. This demon is at its weakest back in the Wild West times and Cas said that he would be able to transport you, Sam and Dean, including himself, back in time to stop it.

“Yes, I am fully capable to send you back. Don’t worry, I will be coming along with you so I can grab you and bring you back here.” He said, knowing what he was doing.

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chemistry, part 3

Originally posted by stilesstilinski37

pairings: teacher!dylan o'brien x student!reader.

warnings: cursing.

a/n: took me long enough, but it’s out! I really hope you’re enjoying this series as much as I’m enjoying writing it.

word count: 3,6k+

part one - part two

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anonymous asked:

Headcannon for Link, Teba, Sidon, and Revali having a sweet and shy s/o who blushes very easily which they think is very cute so they attempt to get them to blush at maximum level by being very flirty and sweet talking them which makes their s/o blush so much that they actually end up passing out probably having visible steam coming out of their head. HUEHEUE WHOOPS :^)

The boys flustering their s/o


  • The poor boy is oblivious to his own charms, but when he catches on how flustered you get because of him, Link becomes one hell of a flirt and tenacious when he wants to fluster you.
  • He’ll more touchy than verbal, often opting to brush against you. Either fingers running along your shoulders, relaxing a hand upon your thigh, and even rest his head in your lap, but gives raspberries on your stomach.
  • He’ll make sure to be shirtless while doing some labor if he knows you’re around. Link is aware you stare and thrives on it.
  • He’ll attempt to feed you, and when you have food on your face, expect for him to lean in and lick it off.
  • Will often ambush you from behind, locking his arms around you and drowning your neck in hot opened mouth kisses until you’re weak in the knees.
  • If he hasn’t gotten you to attempt to push him away/melt from embarrassment/over-stimulation, he doesn’t think he done enough yet.


  • He’s horrible at flirting and showing affection to the extreme, but he does his best and usually his actions have a lot more affect.
  • He’s more of the type of guy ‘insanely attractive without meaning to be’, so when he gives you a general compliments his tone of voice and his sincerity gives you goosebumps.
  • If you two happened to catch each other’s gaze he’ll mutter out, “Eyes shouldn’t ensnare me like this.” He is confused when you have to turn away to hide your blush.
  • Whenever you’re busy doing something, perhaps knitting/drawing, he’ll pull you into his lap and rest his beak atop your head.
  • Whenever you’re training or out and about with friends, he likes to stare at you from afar. So when you feel eyes on you and you look over to him, he gives a heated look and silently stands there. The tension alone is enough to turn you into a puddle.
  • But when he finally wants to show you affection, expect to have him towering over you, blocking your access and in a low tone say, “Where do you think you’re going?”
  • He feels being up close and personal is the best way to make you flustered without him going out of his comfort zone.


  • Boy, he will be the worst of the four. He makes it daily mission to see you flustered at least once.
  • The worst part is he does all these things while others are around, but has mastered PDA in lowkey terms.
  • Think he wouldn’t pinch your ass? Think again, he’ll do it so discretely that you have to look him straight in the eyes to know if he did it. He’ll have a neutral facade, but those eyes say something else. Sneaky bastard.
  • Places his hands on your shoulders, either if you’re in front of him or on his side. To anyone else the action is innocent, but what they don’t see is one hand traveling along your spine, slightly dragging his nails.
  • When you are alone with him, Hylia have mercy, Sidon will begin sweet talking you ‘til you’re red all over.
  •  He will clasp his hand on the nape of your neck, pinching his fingers on the sensitive nerves causing you to submit to him, “Droplet, you’ll have to forgive me. I am starving for your attention.”
  •  Love bites, love bites, loves bites. Either be it on your shoulder, ear, fingers, or thighs. He wants to shower you in affection while the adrenaline of possibly breaking skin arouses the both of you.


  • The best sweet talker out of the bunch, but perhaps the worst at physical attention. Although it borders on the line of talking about you or him.
  •  “You know it is not everyday someone is blessed to have such a fetching, intelligent companion. Lucky for you, is it not? I jest, surely…I was talking about you. Besides… It’s a good thing you are mine and mine alone. I would really loath to share…”
  • Will always have his head next to yours if he wants to further fluster you, he likes to speak sweet nothings for your ears only.
  •  “You look lost in the clouds, come back to me. I should be the only one to take you skyward.”
  •  “I have other impressive skills than archery… would you allow me to show you?”
  •  Will fiddle with your clothing, he’s more reserve showing affection so he’s not sure what else to do. Poor awkward babu.
  •  He likes to run his feather tips across your neck or behind your legs.
  •  Sometimes if you two catch other’s eyes, he’s flustered and looks away.
  •  He’ll never admit it, but you make him weak.