look at that awful chair


Pairing: Barry Allen x Reader

Featuring: Caitlin Snow and Cisco Ramon

Words: 1436

Warnings: none

Tags: none

Request: none

Notes: none

Originally posted by amusing-saga

When you woke up that Wednesday morning you knew something was off. You weren’t feeling quite yourself. Yet, you decided to go to work at STAR Labs. On your way there you were coughing from time to time and shivering but you were in the middle of the winter so you guessed you were just cold.

“Morning guys” you greeted everyone as you walked into the cortex.

“Wow, what happened?” Cisco asked the moment he saw you.

“Nothing, why?” You replied sitting on a chair.

“You look awful” he pointed out.

“Thank you?” You chuckled. “I think I might be catching a cold, but don’t worry, it will be over in a couple of days” you shrugged it off as you turned on the laptops.

Your work at the labs was your passion. You were a robotic engineer hired by Harrison Wells. Of course, that was before the particle accelerator exploded and created all those metahumans, before you al found out Wells wasn’t exactly Wells and…basically, before life turned complicated for everyone.

When the accelerator exploded those who didn’t die just left the place. All except Cisco, Caitlin and you. They were like a family to you, they took you in the moment you put a feet into the facility just a few days after arriving all alone to Central City. You were from San Francisco but working for Harrison Wells was something you couldn’t say no to, so there you were. Four years later.

“Sorry I’m late, I got caught in traffic” Caitlin said walking into the cortex with a cup of coffee from Jitters on her hand. “Wow, (Y/N), are you ok?” She asked when she saw your face, causing Cisco’s laugh.

“C’mon! Do I look that bad?” You asked frowning.

“I think you should go home and rest” was Caitlin reply.

“It’s just a cold, I’m sure” you sighed.

But it wasn’t. By the middle of the day you have been told to go home by everyone who came to the labs: Wells, Jesse, Cisco, Caitlin…everyone. It was frustrating. Even Barry sent you a text from Star City telling you to go home. Of course you didn’t listen to them since you didn’t feel that bad, but when it was already dark outside you forced yourself to go home after Caitlin told you had fever.

When you woke up the next day, you had to call Caitlin to tell her you wouldn’t be going to work today. You felt even worse than the day before.

“Don’t worry, we have everything covered here, I promise” she assured you before hanging up.

Still you felt bad for staying at home. Not just because you wouldn’t be able to help if something came up, but also because today Barry would be coming back from Star City after five days and you wouldn’t see him after how much you had missed him. That wasn’t strange since you had spent every single day with him since the moment he came in still in a coma. But it wasn’t until a few months ago that you had the courage to tell how you felt about him, just to find out he felt the same way all along.

Ever since, you were dating, which had turned out to be the biggest adventure of your life. He was fun, smart, sweet and loving, but he was also so protective and stubborn that it got to your nerves. You understood he was The Flash, a hero, but he didn’t understand you could make your own choices. Still, you loved him like you never loved anyone before and you couldn’t wait to see him again.

By noon you finally got a text from him saying he was back at STAR labs:

Back at the labs, how are you feeling? – Barry

You smiled a little at the text and sighing, wishing you had been there to hug him and kiss him, ignoring Cisco’s complains.

Feverish and missing you L - (Y/N)

I missed you too. I’ll go visit asap. Love you, xx – Barry

You smiled even more when you read he would visit. You imagined he would go eventually but sometimes he was too busy to do it, so you were so happy to know you would be seeing him that day after all. Putting your phone down, you covered yourself up and sighed looking up at the ceiling. You coughed a little and closed your eyes, falling asleep almost immediately.

A couple of hours later you were woken up by the sound of your door closing. You rolled around in bed trying to get your phone but it was too far so you just gave up and hide your head under the covers.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you” a very familiar voice said.

Immediately, you popped your head out and there he was. Barry Allen was standing at the end of your bed with a bag on his hand and a smile on his face. A smile that you returned but soon you were back under the covers.

“Go away! I look awful!” You exclaimed remembering how you must be looking like at the moment.

His laugh echoed the room and soon you felt the bed sinking by your side, letting you know he was just there, so you stuck your head back out.

“I haven’t seen my girlfriend in five days, I think she looks gorgeous no matter what” he said.

“You really know what a girl wants to hear, Allen” you smiled.

He chuckled while you sat up on the bed and pulled your hair into a bun. Despite what he said, you knew your aspect wasn’t the best. When you were done, you looked at him just to see that he had been staring the whole time which made you blush.

“I missed you” you said, making him smile.

“I missed you too” he replied before leaning in and wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug.

“I’m all sweaty” you chuckled.            

“I don’t care” he smiled into your neck as he squeezed you. “How many times have you hug me and kiss me after being running around the city for hours?” He added.

“True” you smiled before closing your eyes.

You had missed him so much, his hugs, his smell, his embrace. All of him. He pulled away and placed a strand of hair behind your ear before leaning towards your lips but you placed a hand over his mouth, earning a confused look from him.

“I’m sick!” You explained. He took your hand off his mouth and kissed it softly.

“Then it’s a good thing I can’t get sick, right?” He smirked. You narrowed your eyes at him but didn’t have time for a comeback before he kissed you.

If you thought you missed him was because you hadn’t kissed him yet. Finally you felt like home again, like you were complete when his lips met yours.

“It’s a really good thing” you smiled when you pulled away. “How was Star City?” You asked with a frown.

“Complicated” he sighed. “They were all devastated after…Laurel” he said as he played with your hand. “She was amazing” he added.

“I know…I’m sorry” you whispered.

You never had the chance to meet Laurel Lance, aka the Black Canary, but you had heard Cisco and Barry talk about her and you had an idea about the amazing woman she was and how much she had done to protect Star City along with Oliver and the Team Arrow.

“Anyway, I brought something” Barry said looking up at you, smiling again. “But you can’t tell Caitlin or she would kill me”

“What is it?” You asked narrowing your eyes.

He smiled and took the plastic bag he had placed down on the floor. First, he took out some water and chicken soup. You raised an eyebrow: why would Caitlin kill him for that? Then he took out a chocolate ice-cream pack.

“Oh god…is it with cookies?” You asked with your eyes wide opened.

“My girl deserves the best” he winked.

“Oh my, I love you so much!” You exclaimed taking the ice-cream from his hands. “Oh, I need a sp-“ before you could finish the sentence, Barry was back from the kitchen with a spoon. “I’ll never get used to that” you laughed. Immediately you started eating it. “You want some?” You finally asked.

“I thought you’d never ask” he said taking a spoon out of his pocket and laying down next to you, sinking the spoon into the ice-cream.

Being sick wasn’t so bad if it was like this.

Rescue •P8•

Avengers x Reader

Masterlist | Rescue Masterlist | Part Seven

Summary: reader is getting a tour of her new job at the Avengers tower, but happens to be the only one who notices an oncoming jet, about to crash into the building.

Word Count: 2617 (!!)

Warnings: angst probably

A/N: this part is so frickin long and I don’t even think it’s that good, sorry. Enjoy though 💛

My eyes snap open, yet I still can’t see because of the tears blurring my vision. I had the oddest of dreams, because it wasn’t one, not really. I couldn’t see anything. I could only feel. I felt everything I ever knew being extracted from my mind. I felt myself lose hope that someone would come find me. I felt lost, so terribly lost and trying to come to terms with what I did. And for a long time, I didn’t feel anything but dead monotone of following orders. But there were good things. Brief, but they mattered all the same. The excitement of experiencing a new future. The relief or reuniting with someone that matters. The happiness that comes with the success of those you love. They were small things, but they kept me alive.

But when my eyes open, I’m heaving out a breath as the tear tracks retreat into my hair. I sit up in my own bed, the one in my suite. Once again, there’s a heart monitor by my side. What happened that was so serious I need a heart monitor?

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Story of Another Us (Part 2)

Word Count: 3841


A/M: I would highly recommend you read Part One before reading this if you haven’t already because then things will make sense. This is the conclusion of this story so I hope you enjoy. It’s a story about the one who got away. I got inspired to write this from a prompt post with the quote: “I never should have let you go”. Hope you like it! Tell me if you do Xx

—Years ago—

The new school year had started, senior year. 

Over the summer break you and Harry hadn’t seen each other very often, but every other time you’d text each other and things continued to be fun and casual between you both. You were friends and nothing more, and you loved and valued his friendship more than anything. 

Every so often you would still have your alone times together in the mornings and afternoon. Though the morning meetings grew less and less, as he found himself more often sleeping in, he would still try to visit you just before class if he got to school in time. 

You felt yourself blush every time he’d come to visit you, and though you didn’t want anything to come between your friendship, you wanted very badly for him to be your boyfriend. You just didn’t know how to ask him, and the thought of an actual relationship made your stomach flip. 

As the months went on, you refused to tell anyone of your crush on Harry. Except for your best friend who had long since realized your feelings for him. You just felt way too shy to tell anyone about it, or risk ruining your friendship with him. 

Though in the back of your mind, something was telling you that he wouldn’t say no if you had told him that you liked him. 

Even with schedule switches from the new year, you and your best friend still had the same lunch. But your friend had invited someone else to your lunch table. Another girl. Naomi. 

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One Piece fanfiction ~ ‘Am I Though?’

A short story inspired by a post made by @sableu about Sabo, I couldn’t help myself XD

Sabo had been training to use Haki for years, a task that had not been easy to say the least (and with Dragon as his teacher no less). At nineteen years old, he was confident that his Armament Haki was the most developed of the two he’d learned; he’d started imbuing his pipe with it during battle, and whilst it was somewhat draining even for him, it was very effective. His Observation Haki was still a bit sketchy at times, and he couldn’t even blame his left eye for it. Nevertheless, he was improving, getting stringer every day, and he was proud of himself.

However in this particular instance, he didn’t need his Observation to know that Elric, a fellow colleague he’d known for years since he’d joined the Revolutionary Army, was staring at him from the other side of the room from the corner of his eye. They were sorting through documents that Dragon had wanted to dig up again after recent happenings in the South Blue, and though the silence had at first been companionable, Sabo was starting to feel…awkward.

Just when he was about to give in and ask Elric what his deal was, the man himself spoke up, “…I don’t mean to be weird or anything, but chief, you know…”

Sabo looked up from the cabinet he’d been sifting through and turned to Elric expectantly. “Hm?”

Elric shifted, looking suddenly uncomfortable as heat crept up his neck and turned his cheeks pink. “Uh well, this is just an observation really, but,” he said, rubbing the back of his head abashedly. “…you’re really pretty.”

Sabo nearly dropped the papers in his hands as he stared at Elric blankly. Elric stared back for a moment before clearing his throat roughly and turning back to his own stack of files, the conversation left awkwardly at that. Sabo blinked once more.



Sabo was…pretty?



Did…did people actually think that, or was it just Elric? Then again Elric did have a relationship with Mary that was clearly more than just a professional one but…still…



Sabo was pretty?

It was only until Elric announced that he’d found the documents that Sabo realized he’d been virtually standing there staring into space for the past five minutes, and he snapped out of his trance and followed the man out of the room and back into the hallways of Baltigo.


For the rest of the day, Sabo could think of almost nothing else other than the comment Elric had made. He’d even looked at himself in the mirror to understand how or why. He stared into the reflective surface, turning his head this way and that; blonde curls he’d decided to let grow out, blue eyes with a hint of green (aside from the left eye, left discoloured due to whatever incident had left the scars that marred that side of his face and half his body), the shape of his face, his skin easily tanned, his build…

Sabo thought himself to be a lot of things over the years; a soldier, a friend, the Chief of Staff, an amnesiac, a little crazy maybe – a monster, a criminal, in the eyes of enemies or the world government – but, holy hell, he’d never pegged himself as pretty of all things. He’d never even considered it.

So later that evening, as he and Koala were finishing up the final stack of reports until they retired to their rooms, Sabo stood abruptly from his desk and asked, point-blank because he couldn’t quite take it anymore, “Hey Koala, am I…pretty?”

Koala’s pen froze over her final report. She lifted her head and slowly turned in her chair to face him, and any other day at any other time Sabo would’ve laughed at the look she was giving him. “…what the hell kind of question is that?” she asked him.

Sabo gestured himself, namely his face, and pinned her with his own look that screamed ‘I don’t know either but I can’t stop thinking about this so help me I’m desperate’. Am I though?” he insisted.

Koala opened her mouth to answer, and then slowly closed it. Blue eyes stared at him, looking him up and down, calculating and considering, and Sabo waited in silence, though his patience was wearing thin. Finally, Koala leaned back in her chair, looking defeated yet slightly awed, and muttered,


Sabo blinked. “Hm?”

“You really are,” she said. “That’s so annoying.”

“How is that annoying?!”


“I dunno, it just –“ the young woman gestured wildly at nothing, “it just is!”

“You’re making no sense, oh my god.”

“Hey you asked me if you were pretty! You’re the one not making any sense, Chief! Where, where the hell did that even come from?!”

“Elric said so!”

“Out of the blue?!”





“I don’t know!”


“Hey, what’s going in in here?”

It was then that Hack burst in through the door, pinning the two humans with a confused and somewhat annoyed gaze. “You’re aware of what time it is, aren’t you? What’s with all the yelling?” the fishman asked, looking at Sabo in particular. Noticing his stare, Sabo pouted. “Why’re you looking at me when you ask that?”

“Because you’re the one who causes the most trouble.”

“I resent that.”

“Hack,” Koala snapped her fingers to gain the fishman’s attention, and both he and the young blond turned to her as she jabbed a thumb at Sabo. “Do you think Sabo’s pretty?”

Hack stared at her, then looked at Sabo. “What kind of question is that?” he muttered.

Is he though?!” Koala cried at the same time Sabo cried “Am I though?!”

Hack then turned his full attention to Sabo, a webbed hand stroking his admittedly extravagant moustache as he hummed thoughtfully. Just as Sabo began to feel just a tad like a lab experiment under the fishman’s intense gaze, Hack dropped his hand back to his side, his expression unreadable as always.


Sabo’s jaw dropped, and Koala threw her head back and howled with laughter. “Seriously?!”


Outside the room, Revolutionaries heard the mini shouting match as they moved down the hallways, catching bits and pieces of the conversation, and whilst some laughed and some shook their heads with exasperated grins, Dragon, leader of the Revolutionary Army and reputed as the most dangerous man in the eyes of the government, shook his head and sighed from his seat in his own office a few doors down.

Don’t they have work to get on with? He muttered inwardly as he scanned through sheets of data. Outwardly though, he found himself smirking in wry amusement.

He is prettier than other nobles I’ve met, that’s for sure.

I’ll Always Be There For You.

Summary: Reader has anxiety, And has been hiding it from Peter for years.

A/n: I changed the request up a bit, Since this is extremely close to another fic i’m working on. Also, I just wanted to say you’re not alone. I among many others have anxiety, And i just wanted to say i’m here for you. :) 

And also, I just noticed how off i was on this request. I’m sorry!!!  

TW: Anxiety, Crying, Cussing, Talks of panic attacks. II Words: 784

Originally posted by fandomediiits

“Y/n? Is that you?” Peter looks in the small room, the last place he had checked in the whole mansion to find you. It was hidden, a place you and Peter discovered when you first because friends. You both had covered it in posters, added a boom box, and filled it with stuff from thrift shops. You wouldn’t be lying if you said it was a mess, But it was your mess. 

“Not now.” You whispered. Your voice shaky and ruff from crying. You didn’t want him to see you like this. With bloodshot eyes, Body huddled in a small chair. You probably looked awful. Not to mention, You would give yourself hell if you let him see the imperfect side of you. That suffered from anxiety and other things. Too many things to list. You wanted to appear as best as you could in front of him. Because, Well.. You’re friends. You wished you were more, But it wasn’t going to happen. Especially if he knew you deep enough. No one could really like you with all that, Right?

“Where have you been all day? I’ve been worried fucking sick about you. You’ve missed all your classes, And meals, And training sessions. Somethings wrong. I’m not stupid.” 

“Why would you worry about me? I’m not worth the pain,” You huffed, Curling up and hiding yourself from his gaze, “And i never said you were stupid, Peter.”

“Then why do you think i wouldn’t notice? You leaving in the middle of schools hours, Tear stains on your cheeks. I’m your friend. I can tell when you’re upset.” It stung a bit. You didn’t think he’d actually pay that much attention. He Was so laid back, You never passed him as a guy who would see through you. You looked at him, Seeing that he looked like he might start to cry. It saddened you. You didn’t want it to come to this point. But you’d just have to let it out. It would be for the better.

“I have anxiety.” You swallowed. It was hard to admit. It was nice to say, But it only lasted a few seconds. Confusion was plastered on his face. It was a little cute, But you really didn’t want to explain it all. It was too much to take. All of this happening so suddenly. When you thought it might never happen.

“What?” Peter asked, His voice was soft. And very quiet. Almost soothing. 

“I get panic attacks, I get overwhelmed, I could go on forever. I’m not perfect. Fuck i’m far from that. I tried so damn hard to keep this from you. I never wanted you to see this. I hate myself when i breakdown, How could someone else?”

“No ones perfect, Y/n.” He simply said. “You are.” You muttered. Eyes planted on the floor. He didn’t say anything, Just went over and sat with you. Wrapping an arm around your waist, Bringing you as close to him as possible.  It was as close to cuddling as you’d probably ever get. 

He must’ve not heard you, Thank god. 

“People are flawed. You just have to accept that. I did a long time ago.” Peter ran his spare hand through his hair, Letting out a sigh. His eyes scanned the whole room. Like he was debating to say something. 

“Out of all the people i know, You’re the least flawed. Do you really think your anxiety would keep me from you? Never. Nothing could ever take me away from you.” You were going to reply, But he kept going. You could tell he was extremely passionate about you. Knowing he cared, Felt like magic. Even in a hard time like this. After a fucking breakdown, After admitting something you had hid for years. It felt silly to be thinking more about how close you two were, And his maybe feelings for you. 

“You’re normal and beautiful and smart. I’ll always be there for you. Now, Next time you feel bad, Can you at least call me? I want to help. As much as i can. I hate to see you hurting. It’s the most painful thing to see. I love you too much to stand by and watch.” He nuzzled his head in your neck, Planting on kiss on your neck, That you were sure you’d feel forever. It made your breath stop, And your body freeze. And it wasn’t even what he was focused on. His words felt even better. 

So many emotions were running through your body. Sorry, Flustered, Comforted, You were sure that this was way too many than a normal person should feel. “I’m sorry. God. I really fucked up..” 

“You could never ‘fuck up’.” Peter laughed, Which lightened up the mood by far. You loved his laugh. It was warming to the soul. One of those laughs that could make anyone laugh. You might’ve been falling for this boy. Which scared the fuck out of you. But if it had to be anyone to fall for, You’d choose him. 

You  leaned your head into his chest, Getting as comfortable as you could, As he started to talk about the weird stuff he saw while trying to find you. You smiled to yourself, Listening to every single word he said like it might be the last words he would ever say. Basking in the joy. The thing you needed the most after everything.

Yep, You were in love.

And so was he.

Fireflies (Ashton Irwin)

for @pretendtobepunkrock‘s single dad!5sos blurb night!

ok so basically i was gonna post part 2 to love me again today but then somebody decided to have another blurb night (not that i’m mad about it) and it’s single dad!5sos and obviously i wanted in on that shit and that’s what this is!!!!! (lma will be updated wednesday though if you’re waiting for that bc lord knows i’m not about to post two full imagines in one day ok i have a sanity to maintain)


You were in a small room illuminated by the fluorescent light bulbs in the ceiling. You just had your blood drawn – excited it was finally over, to be honest – and were making your way back out of the room when you saw the same little girl sitting in one of the seats that you’d seen earlier. She was still sitting there alone, and now that you were getting a good look at her, you couldn’t deny that she was definitely scared.

“You look like you’re getting your blood drawn today,” you said to her, making her look up at you. She nodded shyly, her thumb stuffed in her mouth as a form of comforting herself. “Are you nervous?” She nodded again. “You wanna know what it feels like so you’re ready?” Another nod.

You sat down cross-legged in front of her chair so she didn’t have to look up at you and could relax her neck instead.

“Have you ever been pinched before?” She shook her head. “Can I show you what it feels like?” She nodded. You carefully pinched her leg, surprised when you earned a small giggle from her. You smiled at her and continued talking. “The nurse in that room-” You pointed back to the room you had just come out of. “-is going to tell you to make a fist, she’s gonna poke your arm right here-” You then held your own arm up and showed her your bandaid. “-and she’s gonna make that pinching feeling happen on your arm. And this might be just a rumor-” You looked around as if you had a big secret to tell her that no one else could know about. “-but I heard that if you’re really brave, she’ll give you a sucker.” You could see her eyes light up at the comment just as the nurse came out of the room.

“Emmi Irwin,” she said, smiling at you, obviously having heard what you were saying to the little girl, “Is Daddy back yet? Do you want to wait for him?” The little girl’s eyes widened at the sound of her name as she looked at you.

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SQW Summer 2K17 Day 6

Mommy in Love

“I’ve told him a thousand times not to climb too high,” Regina said, pacing back and forth.
“Mrs. Mills-”

“It’s Ms. Mill,” Regina corrected.

“Ms. Mills, he’ll be fine. The doctor said the x-rays came back and it was a greenstick fracture, which is more common in children under 10 due to the fragility of their bones. He’ll be better in no time,” Nurse Swan assured her.

“How much time is ‘no time’?” Regina asked.

“We’ll want to see him back in about two weeks just to make sure it’s healing the way we want it to be healing, but normally the fractures are fully recovered in six to eight weeks,” Nurse Swan said.

Regina scoffed and pinched the bridge of her nose. “I’m going to have a hell of a time keeping him from refracturing anything.”

Nurse Swan laughed. “It sounds like he reads a lot. Maybe a long trip to the library will get you eight weeks worth of books for him.”

Regina looked up. “He talked to you about his books?”

“Mhm,” Nurse Swan nodded.

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Dancer hips can go for hours pt.2

Request: Plsss pt2 of dancers hips can go for hours w jimin joining in omfg /Gurl I’m not even kidding if there isn’t another part to that dancers hips fic with Park Jimin in it I might die/ you do know that you have to do a part 2 on the dancer hips smut?/ How about “Dancer hips can go for hours” part 2 PLEASE?

Requests are open!!

A/N: I received so many requests to continue this and i had such a hard time writing this I’m sorry. It is not a full on threesome since the boys go after each other but it’s still deadly.

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader x Jimin

Word count: 1.9 k

“That is Jimin one of the owners of this club.”


You were still out of breath and looked pretty fucked out. But Jimin seemed to know very well what happened anyways.

“Nice pick Hyung, what will you do now?”

“I’ll take her home, if she wants to of course.”

He moved closer to your ear and whispered.

I told you dancer hips can go for hours.

That’s very true, how about I join you two?

Thanks to the alcohol this wasn’t a hard decision to make. You nodded and both of the boys looked very pleased.

“But do we need to go home?”


Do we really need to go to one of your flats?

Jimin and Hoseok were perplex for a moment before Jimin caught on and groaned.

“Oh my fucking god you’re the first girl that rather wants to fuck here in this club instead of a nice bed, how did you find her Hyung? And can you get me one as well?”

Jimin took your hand and dragged you through a maze of corridors in the private back area of the club until you reached a door, probably his office. It was a fairly big room with giant dark windows on one wall, a big wooden desk and a lot of random shit. Out of the dark toned windows you could look into the inside of the club and you actually had a great view over the whole dance floor.

“They are black if you look up, no one can see anything but I can see everything.

You walked closer to take a look at the dancing crowd as you felt Jimin coming up behind you and taking a hold of your waist. He pressed you flat against him and let his teeth gently scrape on your ear.

“You know it would be amazing to fuck you against those windows, you have the feeling everyone watches you, wouldn’t that be exciting?

Jimin spun you around so now your back was pressed against the window and captivated you in a forceful kiss. His fingers reached for the zipper of your dress, you now had no chance of being caught by someone so you could actually get fully undressed this time. You weren’t wearing your panties anyways, Hoseok still had them in his back pocket. Jimin took off your bra as well and threw it to your dress on the floor. You were now naked in front of two fully dressed men, feeling very exposed. But when Jimin started kissing you again moving on to your jawline down to your neck planting open mouthed kisses along you completely forgot about that. You heard someone sitting down in a chair and looked up to find Hoseok sitting there watching you two.

“W-what about Hoseok?”

Jimin turned around to see what Hoseok was doing.

“I just had my turn, I’m gonna leave you all to Jimin now.”


“If you want me that badly we’ll see what you can handle after Jimin is done with you.”

He gave you a smirk and you focused back on Jimin who looked like he wanted to eat you alive. Which was not completely untrue since he proceeded to kneel down in front of you, planting open mouthed kisses onto your lower belly and thighs. He kissed the inside of your thighs upwards, almost reaching where you wanted him the most, but avoiding it. You wiggled your hips trying to get him there but he just chuckled, blowing a stream of hot air against your core. You whined at his actions and he finally showed you some mercy and licked one flat stripe up your folds. You hissed at the contact and he repeated his action slowly, looking directly into your eyes. His eyes were plain black and you could see the lust in them. Finally he wrapped his plush lips around your clit and started sucking gently. Your back fell against the window and he took one of your legs over his shoulder to give him better access. He started sucking harder and buried his face between your thighs. Your moan escalated to a small scream and your hands moved into his hair, holding on desperately as he moved further down to lick into you with abandon. He pulled your other leg over his shoulder as well to gain better access and your hips moved on their own accord. When he could feel you getting close he replaced his tongue inside you with two fingers, pushing them into you. He curled them upwards and you let out a loud moan tugging at his hair desperately.

“How about a third finger princess?”

You could only moan as an answer as he pushed a third finger into you stretching you out deliciously. His lips were wrapped around your clit as his fingers thrusted into you fast and hard. Your walls clenched erratically around his fingers as you reached your orgasm, your back arched and your head leaned against the black window. Jimin made sure to completely lick you clean before he got up again. He pulled you close and kissed you passionately again before he turned you around so you were looking out of the window. His fingers trailed back down to your oversensitive clit and you whined and shifted around.

“Look at all this people down there, none of them know what we are doing here. None of them know that I’ll bend you over now and fuck you so hard from behind that you won’t even be able to walk out of this club later. But you’ll feel like they do the whole time baby.

He gently pushed you forwards and you immediately stretched your hands out to stabilize yourself against the window. The tip of his dick was teasing your entrance as he let his hands run down your sides towards your ass, giving it a little slap. You weren’t sure just how he could be controlling himself so well with his cock so hard against you, but you cursed loudly when he pushed mere centimeters inside you before pulling out again.

“I swear to god if you don’t fuck me right this second -”

The rest of your sentence is drowned in a moan as he pushed all the way in in one swift motion. He bent down to muffle his curses in your neck as he took a moment to collect himself.

“Omg Hoseok, she’s so fucking tight.”

You could hear Hoseok chuckle in the back of the room but it was pretty hard to focus on anything since Jimin was done collecting himself and pushed all the way out of you just to slam back in. You let out a loud gasp and you were both so wound up that it was messy to begin with. Jimin slammed into you in a hard and fast rhythm hitting your spot with every thrust. You could barely hold yourself up against the window and your eyes drew shut. Jimin could feel you nearing your second orgasm so he sneaked a hand around your waist to messily rub your clit.

“Open your eyes, baby. And make sure you scream for me when you cum.”

It was hard not to obey his raspy voice next to your ear as he rubbed your clit faster. Your walls clenched around his dick repeatedly as you came. Curses, moans and Jimins name filled the room as your vision went white. Jimin followed shortly after you, pushed over the edge by you clenching around him. He made sure to ride both of your highs out before he pulled out and bent over to plant a soft kiss onto your shoulder blade. You tried your best to stand up straight and panted, unable to catch your breath.

You looked up to see what Hoseok was doing, feeling bad for the total lack of attention he got from you. You walked over to him and he pulled you in his lap wrapping his arms around you. His prominent bulge was poking into your back and he held you until you had finally caught your breath again. You moved around to straddle him and he looked at you questioningly. You lowered your head to kiss him and he responded immediately. Your hips grinded onto his lap in a slow rhythm and he grunted lowly.

“Are you sure you can do this now baby?”

“No but I can’t leave you unsatisfied either.”

Jimin looked in awe as he planted himself in another chair in the room watching with interest.

“She really fucking likes you, you won the lottery hyung. She can’t even walk properly but still wants to ride you.”

Hoseok looked at you as he pulled his shirt over his head to throw it god knows where. You lifted yourself onto your knees to give him enough room to pull down his pants. Your legs were already shaky so he just steadied them with his hands. He was so hard and you were still sensitive so there was no foreplay needed. You held onto his shoulders as he positioned himself right at your entrance. Quiet whimpers escaped your lips as the tip of his dick brushed against your clit. You slowly sank down onto him slowly until he was completely inside of you, filling you up perfectly. You moaned loudly and Hoseok crunched his whole face up trying not to immediately loose it since he had been hard for so long. You waited patiently until he moved your hips, motioning you to move. You were going at a slow and steady pace but that was not what he wanted. He took complete control even though you were on top of him, moving your hips at his desired pace. You were panting and already close to your orgasm again since you had barely had time to calm down from your last. Gladly Hoseok was pretty close as well, his breaths came short and quickly as he moved his hips in sync with yours.

“I-I’m so close, I c-can’t hold it any longer.”

“Me too baby, just let go.”

With a particularly aimed thrust he sent you over the edge. Your third orgasm hit you the hardest and you felt like you would loose consciousness any second. Hoseok came along with you moaning your name lowly. Even Jimin could be heard whining on the other side of the room at the sight of you two. Hoseok pulled out and you slumped back into his chest, utterly exhausted.

“How the fuck could you move your hips that well?”

“Didn’t I tell you? I was a dancer as well. No where near your level I just did it for fun.”

You chuckled as his eyes went wide.

“You have to do a nice dance performance for me then. Maybe after our next date?”

“I promise.”

Sick Sister.

Pairing: Dean x sister!reader x Sam ]

Titled: ‘Sick Sister’ 

A/N: This is my Week 14 Supernatural Hiatus Challenge entry and this is actually based off of a sickness I contracted over a year ago. The reader will be how old I was when i got sick in the fic. 

Word Count: 3,189 

Warnings; sick!reader, fluff, language 

Tagging: @one-shots-supernatural @sincerelysaraahh @castiels-colette @plaidandwhiskeydean @winchesterwhisper @winchester-writes @kaz2y5-imagines @ivvitm1109 @ilostmyshoe-79 @abaddonwithyall @angelkurenai @charliebradbury1104 @torn-and-frayed @the-mrs-deanwinchester @misswinchester221b @mamaimpala67 @msimpala67 @erena-white-wings @winchester-clique @winchester-clique @bovaria @samsgoddess

You woke up that morning and something didn’t feel right. You felt off for some reason. You proceeded to get up at your usual time which was pretty early considering you still has to go to school. Sam and Dean already had you beat to the kitchen and Dean and Sam both greeted you with a good morning and you replied with just morning. 

“Oh no! Did someone wake up on the wrong side of the bed? You know what that means? You have to get back in bed and start your morning all over.” Dean said with a light chuckle and he earned a smile from Sam. Dean used to say that to Sam when he was just a kid. 

Going back to bed does sound nice. You said to yourself in your thoughts. “I’m fine, I am just a little tired.” You said yawning slightly. “You didn’t sleep good, sis?” Sam asked you looking up from his laptop for the first time. “No, its just oh I don’t know I think my allergies are bothering me.” You said sniffling a little before grabbing a paper towel and blowing your nose with it. 

Dean felt your forehead and couldn’t feel that you had a fever. “You can still got to school but if you feel worse call us and we’ll get you out there, okay?” Dean said grabbing your chin and making you look at him straight in the eye. “Okay, Dean.” You said smiling as he still held on to your chin. 

“Okay.” He said releasing your and giving you a quick hug. “Go get ready and I’ll make you something for the road.” Dean said ushering you out. “Nothing too big I am not that hungry!” You called out in a loud voice as you entered the hallway. “You got it, kiddo!” Dean said making a little face. 

“Did she seem off to you? Like a little punky?” Dean said making you sure you were back into your room. “She looked extremely white too, Dean.” Sam said completely agreeing with Dean. “We’ll found out I guess.” Dean said shaking his head a little bit and taking a sip of his coffee. 

You, Sam and Dean were never ones to get sick but when you did it was always bad and with your luck most of the time whatever passed through you three you always seemed to get it the worst. Dean got you school fine and dandy and promptly on time. 

You just went to school in a over sized sweat shirt and sweat pants and did your hair up in a messy bun. It was Monday and even though it was late March it still felt cold outside like Winter. You told Dean you loved him and you go out and Dean watched you get inside before he pulled out. 

He only hoped you weren’t getting sick but it was a good possibility. Dean got back home to the bunker and him and Sam piddled around the bunker here and there when at 11:00 a.m. the school office called Dean. 

“Mr. Winchester? Yes this Mrs. Mills, the school secretary and we wanted to tell you that your daughter, Mrs. Winchester has a slight fever and she is sick. One of our students brought her to the nurse’s office and our decision was determined from there.” She said into the phone basically saying that Dean needed to come scoop you up. 

“I’m on my way now, thank you for the call.” Dean said sad that he was right for once. “We’ll see soon, Mr. Winchester.” Mrs. Mills said. “See you soon, bye.” Dean said into his cellphone with a sigh. “Good bye.” With that you both hung up and Dean needed to go get ready. 

“What was that all about?” Sam asked confused by the whole phone conversation. “That was the school calling about Y/N. She’s sick.” Dean said  as he slipped his jacket over his shoulders. 

“What do you want me to do?” Sam asked standing up from the table in the library. “Get her bed ready. I can’t think of anything at this point until I see her and I’ll probably make a run for some antibiotics.” Dean said picking up the keys to his baby. 

“I hope she is okay.” Sam said looking down. “She’s going to be okay.” Dean said picking up the key and walking out of the door. “I’ll be back.” Dean called out right before he was about to step out. 

“Bye Dean!” 

“Bye, Sammy.”

Dean raced to the school as fast as he could for your sake. He couldn’t stand the thought of you being stuck up at the school sick as you were. He hated that he still sent you anyway despite his worry of you being sick. 

When Dean got to the school, he rushed into the office and saw you sitting in of the chairs half-asleep. You looked awful and Dean couldn’t help feeling bad. Dean walked up to you and shook your shoulder gently. 

“Y/N.” He softly whispered your name. It didn’t take much, you instantly opened your eyes and sat up a little. Your tired eyes wandered around the room as if you were almost trying to remember where you were. “D-dean?” You asked in a strained and hoarse whisper. 

“Yeah, honey its me. Ready to go home?” Dean asked you kneeling down right in front of you. “Yeah, yeah.” You said trying to stand up and when you did you must have done it too fast and you got a little dizzy and you fell into Dean. Dean instantly picked you up in his arms and didn’t look like he was going to let you down for a long time. 

You laid your head down against his warm chest and closed your eyes. The school secretary got up and opened the door for Dean. “We hope she feels soon, Mr. Winchester.” She said feeling horrible. 

“Thank you.” Dean said smiling for a second. He carried you all they way out to the impala and he laid you down in the back seat of the impala. You moaned a little when the impala started moving. “It’s okay, sweetheart we’ll be back home soon and you’ll get in the bed and get some rest.” 

Dean said looking at you from his rear view mirror and you didn’t look good at all. Dean got home quickly just like he said and he didn’t even bother to see if you could stand on your own and he just picked up again. 

He banged on the door to get Sam’s attention so he could get the door. He could hear Sam run up the stairs and when he opened the door his shoulders drooped. “Oh man.” Sam said letting the both of you in. Dean brought you down the stairs and brought you right to your room. 

He laid you down and he made sure you were comfortable and told you get some rest. You groaned in response and let out a little okay. 

“Sleep well, angel.” Dean said kissing your forehead. Dean was happy it wasn’t very hot. 

Dean close your door so you get some sleep and Sam was right at the door way waiting to hear word on you. “She doesn’t feel too warm to me but she does not look good to me at all.” 

Dean told Sam what he thought. “I agree.” Sam said shaking his head this time. “In a little while after she gets some sleep I’ll get her up and I need to make a run to grab a few things and see if she wants anything.” 

Dean said walking pass Sam and heading in the direction of the library. “Okay.” Sam said walking to catch up with his brother. “Let’s hope this is just a cold or something to that effect.” Dean said taking a quick detour into the kitchen and grabbing something to drink. 

“Yeah we can only hope.” Sam said grimly and he returned to his computer. Dean sighed and took another sip of his drink. 

A little while later Dean did wake you up just like he said he would. He didn’t want you losing sleep that night if you slept the whole day away. He helped you up and brought you into Sam’s room where he was on his bed. . 

“Hey Y/N!” Sam said scooting over on his bed so you could be right beside him. You sat beside him and you let a little quiet hey. “Now, that you are settled and stuff I am going to quickly run out a get a few things, do you need anything? Dean asked looking over at you. 

You shook your head no. Dean nodded his head understanding. “I’ll be back in a few you two. Love you.” Dean said rubbing your shoulder and slapping Sam’s. While Dean was gone you felt like you had more of a fever. 

You started shivering slightly and you started coughing a little and Sam noticed. “Are you okay, Y/N?” Sam asked looking over at you with concern filled his hazel eyes. You shook your head no again. 

“You don’t think its allergies is it?” Sam asked you licking his lips. 

“This is ten times worse than that.” You said in between your teeth chattering. “Do you think you can a thermometer, Sammy?” You asked him exhaling a shaky breath. “Yeah totally.” Sam said getting up and going to the kitchen to find one. 

He was pretty sure you had one. He searched and searched but he unfortunately had no luck. “I am going to call Dean to grab one.” Sam said poking his head in the door way of the tiny living room. You just nodded your head still staring at whatever was on the TV. 

Sam picked up his cell phone and he dialed Dean’s number. He hoped he was still in the store. He picked up after the second ring. “What it is, Sammy?” Dean asked trudging through the next aisle with his grocery cart. “It’s about Y/N. She needs a thermometer. She thinks she has a fever.” Sam says bearing the bad news onto Dean. 

“Okay consider it done. I’ll pick one up while I’m here.” Dean said heading in that direction of that section of the store. “Okay, thanks Dean.” Sam said anxious to check up on you again. “Thank you, Sam.” 

“Bye, Dean.” 

“See you later, Sam.” 

Dean came home not long after that and he brought you the thermometer and sure enough you had a fever. “101.5. Damn.” Dean said pressing his  hand against your burning forehead. “I’ll go get you something that should bring that down.” Dean said going to grad you a fever reducer. 

Dean came back quickly and he handed you a glass of water and the fever reducer. Your hands were shaking slightly from the chills so it took you a second. The rest of your day went on with you being in and out of sleep and laying on between Sam and Dean. 

Dean knew this was more than just a cold when they got you bed later that night and they could only pray you would’t get worse over night. And if by worst you woke up with no voice and you still had a fever and to add to all of it a nasty cough. 

Dean called the school and told them the situation and they completely understood. You were back on your same spot on the couch and you channel surfed until Sam gave you his password for Netflix. “It feels so weird with the bunker being this quiet, peanut.” Dean said rubbing your forehead. 

You loved it when Dean called you by one of your many nicknames. The rest of the day went on like the day before. You went to bed that night earlier than the night before. Dean and Sam closed your door and just looked at each other thinking the same thing. 

Hopefully, tomorrow will be a better day. If by better you mean your temperature went up to 102.3 and Dean knew that what meant. It was time to take you to the doctor. You were half-asleep on Sam because the past nights with your cough you haven’t been sleeping good. 

“Y/N, honey, I made an appointment for 3:30 p.m. okay? It’s 1:30 p.m. now but I just wanted to let you know.” Dean said looking at you directly in the eye and catching your attention. “Dee do I have to go?” You would only call Dean that when you were sick, hurt, and especially when you were tired. You and Sam both did. 

Sam rubbed your back a little and kissed the top of your head and whispered in your ear that you have to. You exhaled a little bit and said alright. Dean told you though that could just go in the pajamas you had on and put a coat on and boots.

And that’s what you did. Sam came along with you guys so you stuck in the back which you didn’t mind you were glad to have both of your older brothers there with you. You nearly fell asleep before you pulled in and Dean announced you were there. 

You got inside and Dean and Sam got you signed in and then you were waiting room. You called back shortly after that and your nurse advised you about getting a strep throat test done and you shook your head no and buried your head into your hands. You were afraid of the strep throat test. 

After the nurse finished her observations of you she told you three that the doctor would be with you momentarily. Dean gave you one look and said you will probably have to take that test, sweetheart. 

“Dee, I-I am scared of that test.” You said in a low and raspy voice. Dean chuckles lightly and rubbed your shoulder. “You’ll be fine. We’re right here for you.” Dean said sincerely. And you knew Dean meant that. 

The doctor came in not long after that and took one look at you and said we needed to do the strep test. You did what the nurse said and sat on your hands but when his wooden stick touched your tongue you threw hands up and was inches away from slapping him in the face. 

Of course you burst into a sobbing mess of tears and said you were sorry and that wasn’t like you and Dean came over and hugged and you and shushed your tears. The doctor concluded in the end that it was not strep but it was a serious virus and you told him about your cough and the doctor said he wasn’t going to prescribe any antibiotic for you. 

If it gets to where you want it, give him a call and he will get it but other than that we could go. The Doctor walked out before you, Sam and Dean did and you just looked at your brothers. Dean and Sam both looked pissed and you didn’t know how to feel. 

Dean helped you down and helped you out to the door. Sam held the door open and then you were back in the impala. “How do you feel, Y/N?” Dean asked you looking at your figure through his rear view mirror. “The same.” You sniffled a little and you let out a cough. 

“Let’s gets you home. This was a waste.” Dean said biting his lip. “They didn’t tell us anything we didn’t know.” Dean was regretting this whole in the first place. He got you back to the bunker in no time and you were back where you started. 

Now, it was the next morning and you were sitting in front of the toilet hyperventilating. You thought you were going to get sick. You didn’t bother to get your brothers up because you could handle it. But every time you were going to heave something up it ended up being nothing there or you swallowed it by accident. 

You could tell you still had a fever and you shuffled out of the bathroom and into the kitchen to grab the thermometer and you checked your temp and it said 103.6! You knew then and there you needed to get Dean. You couldn’t let it get any higher or you would be sent to the ER. 

You started making your way to Dean’s room and you hated to bother him but this was important. “Dee.” You said no louder than a whisper. Dean was up within seconds of you saying that. He sat up and looked at you and he only had to ask once. 

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“What’s wrong?” Dean said rubbing his eyes. “It says I have a fever of 103.6″ You said showing him the thermometer. Dean got up right away and he told you to get comfy in his bed. You sat down on his side because it was warmer. He came back with a fever reducer and he told you take it right away and that he needed to get that fever down. 

He left again and he returned with a cool wash cloth to lay on your forehead. He dabbed it on there a couple of time and it sent chills to down you spine and your teeth started to chatter. Dean got back in the bed and laid with you.

He stroked your hair while you had your eyes closed. “When are you going to get better, sweet pea?” Dean asked you not expecting his morning to go the way it did. “I don’t know, Dee Dee.” You said turning to face him. Dean knew you hadn’t call him Dee Dee since you were really little. 

Like, really little. 

Dean smiled when you said it and he laid down beside you and wrapped a arm around you and said lets catch some more sleep. You looked at him warily and he told you to try. Neither of you got any sleep because of your cough. 

“I’m calling for the antibiotic.” Dean declared after you finished yet through another cough attack. You just nodded your head trying to catch your breath. Dean got back once he felt you were okay and he called the doctor and they said would call it in immediately. 

Once you got your cough syrup with codeine in it, you were better and back to yourself within two days. 

For Sam and Dean that was a different story. 

The End!! 

Sleep Tight, My Angel
submitted by sleepy!anon

A fluffy Destiel fic featuring human!cas :) 

(part 2) (part 3)

Summary: Cas is having trouble sleeping as he adjusts to being human. Dean helps him out by lightly tickling his back. 

Castiel stumbled into the room, arms hung limply at his sides, eyes sunken into the dark half-moons beneath them.  He swayed with each step, struggling to keep his balance and grunting softly every time he lost it until he found his way to the sofa and plopped onto the frayed cushion with every ounce of his weight, lids pulled over his eyes like heavy curtains.

“Wow,” Dean said, angling toward his friend from the chair he sat in. “You look awful.”

Castiel forced himself to look at Dean as he scowled.  

“Thank you for your unnecessary commentary.”

“Cranky, too,” Dean smirked. “What’s wrong?”

Cas sighed and rested his head in the palm of his hand, stifling a yawn.

“I have not yet adjusted to my human-like needs.”

He blinked away the thin haze clouding his vision and a tiny droplet trickled from the corner of his eye.  Humans have such strange reactions to things. 

“Why don’t you get some rest? You’ll feel better,” Dean suggested.

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Jensen x Reader

Warnings: None….I don’t think

Words: 2,422

Summary: Having to work on Valentines day and not being with his wife, Jensen wasn’t doing too bad. He had his brother and his family right in front of him, but that doesn’t stop you from surprising him.

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To all the times they were together off set :

North Carolina (during the shooting): Lawrence: “It was like some weird summer camp,” says Lawrence, who bonded with her leading men. “One day we went down to a creek to catch a crawdad, ‘cause Liam didn’t know what it was,” recalls the actress, herself a “gorgeous tomboy,” as casting director Debra Zane puts it. “I saw one and was like, ‘Catch it!’ Josh did and it got stuck to his hand. It was a leech! Then we went to WalMart and bought slingshots." 

North Carolina ( before the shooting) : Hutcherson: Before we started filming—here’s a good one actually I haven’t told anybody—when we were staying at our apartments in North Carolina, one night we had everybody over to Jennifer’s apartment and we decided we were going to get a slingshot and we were going to slingshot berries at people in cars as they drove by. So we’re sling-shotting like grapes and blueberries and eventually the people in the hotel like called up and they’re like, “Uh, are you guys shooting things off the balcony?” And we’re like, “Nope, don’t know what you’re talking about.” [Laughs.] So we stopped. So we got in a lot of trouble, but it was pretty fun.

Atlanta: night, our Jennifer Lawrence and Josh Hutcherson took a break from filming ‘The Hunger Games: Catching Fire‘ to catch a flick at a nearby Atlanta movie theater. While there, the two Hunger Games stars were gracious enough to take some photos with fans.Again, it’s so sweet that they’re willing to pose with fans even on their night off.

"Hunger Games stars – including Jennifer Lawrence and Josh Hutcherson – hit Addiction nightclub at The Modern Honolulu recently for a Catching Fire pre-wrap party.

Though the cast had reserved the club’s VIP area, they chose to hang out on the dance floor. Lawrence – clad in a long dress and sipping Bud Light – was spotted busting some moves with Hutcherson and another male. Hutcherson, wearing a hat, hoodie and sleeveless shirt, spentsome time behind the DJ booth with DJ Compose, who spun lots of Rihanna tunes.”

(Lawrence) - she’d been sequestered with the rest of the cast in a VIP area, where she passed the time by almost-twerking to Missy Elliot’s “Work It” and backing Hutcherson into a corner with her dance moves, where he dropped into a chair and looked at her in awe as she ground her hips in the air around and over him. (..) Lawrence and Hutcherson headed into the night. Perhaps they had more hiccups to conquer.

Hutcherson: “We had a few great parties in Hawaii. I had a house there. It was right on the beach, and we got to have all the cast come over and we just had a giant swimming pool, barbecue parties and that was a lot of fun.”
Lawrence"Yeah, we had some good parties. They were so weird. Woody Harrelson in a cropped top was my favorite. He got really hot and wanted to borrow a shirt of mine because he wore a thermal and the only thing he could fit in was a baggy crop top. And the best part is nobody mentioned it!

It’s so cute how he uses “We” instead of “I”… ^_^
She gave Woody a crop top… Nothing wrong about that EXCEPT the fact that she was at a party. I don’t usually bring extra clothes to a party. But she had some. Because her stuff were there, where she was staying
 - at Josh’s house … ^_^

Coldplay concert, after party

”(..) he was sat next to Jennifer (Who was sat next to Liam Hemsworth and Josh Hutcherson) and so Leah hugged Chris and they spoke etc and then she turned to J Law and said hi, and they shook hands. (..) And then Jen was like “Oh my god no way. Oh this is Josh” and introduced her to Josh Hutcherson. “

My sincere apologies to all the haters out there but…

(Not my gifs.Credits to the gif makers)

During Missy Elliott’s “Work it", Lawrence stood and shimmied toward Hemsworth and Hutcherson while they sang the words “badonkadonk-donk” and “I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it”. She passed the time by almost-twerking and backing Hutcherson into a corner with her dance moves, where he dropped into a chair and looked at her in awe as she ground her hips in the air around and over him. Jennifer Lawrence & Josh Hutcherson are lip syncing to “I wanna dance with somebody”

Jennifer Lawrence: “I don’t like to sing, I hate singing"  well except with …

Nordics at a toy shop

Denmark: He tries on all the silly masks and jumps out behind shelves. Also, he runs down the whole Lego aisle and all the products go into his cart. All are bought. Money well spent.

Sweden: He likes to criticise all the plastic furniture. ‘Finland look at all this awful craftsmanship. Look at those legs on that chair. Disgusting.’ 'Mister Sweden shut up’

Norway: He scoffs at all the toys but likes to embarrass Iceland by picking out Disney Princess dresses and telling him he’d look good in them.

Finland: He has a little list of everything Peter wants him to get so he trundles about with his little cart and buys everything he would like. He’s memorised the place.

Iceland: He lingers around teddies and always gets really close to buying one. And then he has to move because the other Nordics have gone too far ahead.

Interview Date - Austin Carlile

Hi, can i have an imagine where you work for a magazine and have to interview austin? and hes like really flirty and asks you on a date

Sure thing, I may of changed the end a little, but I hope you like it c:

I was also considering maybe doing a part two, not sure though…

Patiently, I sat, one leg crossed over the other on a table. I fiddled with the keys on my laptop which laid over the table top. I was sitting at a small coffee shop; I was due to interview the lead singer from Of Mice And Men: Austin Carlile, for the magazine I write for. Honestly, I was a little nervous. I was new to the whole interviewing thing. Especially when it came to men like Austin Carlile.

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anonymous asked:

Wow I am so glad that Josh's gf is soooo understanding of Jen always touching Josh( in very private areas as well), looks like is about to jump him at any moment, how touchy feely they both are with each other. Josh is so lucky let me tell you that #relationshipgoals


leave closh alone!

their love is genuine and real! DON´T YOU SEE IT?

I´m glad she understands the eye sex.

i´m glad she understands their urge to kiss.

i´m glad she´s okay with jen planting kisses all over josh´s Body.

i´m glad she´s okay with josh grabbing jen´s ass.

“where she passed the time by almost-twerking to Missy Elliot’s “Work It” and backing Hutcherson into a corner with her dance moves, where he dropped into a chair and looked at her in awe as she ground her hips in the air around and over him.”

i´m glad she understands all the friendly activities.