Warnings: Mentions that the reader is on her period; Fluff
Request:Can you do an imagine where the reader is on her period and she skipped school and just slept the whole day and Peter texted asking why she didn’t come to school and she was asleep so didn’t reply and he thought she was ignoring her lol. And then he like finds out and comforts her or something idk i feel like that was too specific but
Author’s Note: What’s up brochachos! (I’m sorry that was lame) In this imagine, it’s basically from Peter’s POV and the reader is his girlfriend so he is very worried about her (or should I say you? Lol I really gotta stop tryna be funny) Whale, I hope yall enjoy!
(Y/n) = Your name
(Y/l/n) = Your last name
Peter was worried. At first, he thought he was overreacting. “Maybe (Y/n) is just sick at home,” He thought to himself. But after several missed calls and 14 unread messages, Peter started to think you were in danger. You two always talked to each other and never spent a moment apart. He loved you more than anything, and when you didn’t show up to school that day, Peter’s suspicions had been confirmed: something was wrong.
As soon as school ended, Peter bolted out of the classroom and headed straight for your home. He entered your apartment complex, ran up the steps and knocked on your door. He texted May and said he was going to be home late as your mom opened the door to your apartment.
“Hey, Peter!” Your mom greeted him as she welcomed him inside.
“Hi, Mrs. (Y/l/n). Is (Y/n) here?” He asked as he stepped into your flat. She nodded and Peter walked briskly into your room. He took a deep breath and opened your bedroom door, only to see you curled up in a ball, hugging your legs as tears were streaming down your face. Peter rushed to you and pulled you into a tight embrace.
“Oh my gosh, (Y/n). Are you okay?” He asked as you buried your head into his neck. He pulled away and placed his hands on the side of your face. “What happened?”
You took a few deep breaths as he wiped the tears from your cheek.
“I just… I have the worst cramps like ever and I was watching these youtube videos,” you started to ramble as you gestured towards your phone. “I came across this cute little video of a baby panda and it sneezed and I realized that I wanted a baby panda… but I-I just need one and I can’t have one!”
Peter stared at you with a blank expression. “Wait, so that’s why you were upset?”
“Yes, Peter! I need that baby panda!!”
Peter chuckled and kissed your soft lips. “God, I love you so much. You are insane,” he whispered and pressed his forehead against yours.
“Yeah, it’s that time of the month if you can’t tell. Which means extra crazy and emotional girlfriend for 4 to 7 more days,” You said in a sarcastic tone and winked. Peter laughed and got up off your bed.
“Wait, where ya going?” You asked as he reached for the door knob.
“I’ll be right back, I just have to grab a few things,” Peter said as he flung the door open and sprinted out of the room. You sat on your bed, not knowing what your dorky ass boyfriend was up to.
Twenty minutes later, Peter stormed into your room. “Surprise!” He rejoiced, tossing fuzzy blankets and a pack of Mega Stuf Oreos onto your bed. You smiled as he walked over to your TV and inserted a DVD into the DVD player. He then proceeded to plop onto your bed and spread a blanket across the both of you.
“What are we watching?” You asked with a giant grin on your face.
“Empire Strikes Back!” Peter cocked an eyebrow as the movie started to play.
You laughed and rested your head on his chest.
“I love you, dork,” Peter said as he kissed the top of your head, running his fingers up and down your arms.
“I love you too, Bug Boy.”
Peter’s head shot up and he looked down at you. “Wait, what did you just call me?”
“Look it’s R2D2!!” You interjected, pointing at the TV screen. Peter brushed it off and continued to watch the movie.
Quick note: It is actually called Mega Stuf Oreos, trust me I googled it and found out my entire life has been a lie
A/N: this is honestly the worst thing i have ever written but i’m gonna post it anyways bc idk what to do with it and i needed to post on here for y'all anyways so accept this random, out of the blue writing piece i did! love you!
“CHOI YOUNGJAE IF YOU SPRAY ME WITH THAT WATER ONE MORE TIME, I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!” You were helping your boyfriend wash his dog Coco but things got messy pretty quickly. You were scrubbing Coco down with her shampoo and Youngjae thought it would be funny to take the shower hose and spray your shirt.
“If I’m dead then Coco would be lonely. We can’t have that now can we?” He cooed at the dog. You rolled your eyes with a smirk, working your fingers through Coco’s hair.
“That’s better! I think it’s time we rinse you off and get you out of here. How does that sound?” You smiled at Coco, receiving cute puppy yelps in return.
“I can take it from here.” Youngjae said as he climbed into the tub. He turned on the water and began to rinse her off. You wiped your hands on a towel as you watched Youngjae. He rubbed out the soap ever so gently so that he wouldn’t hurt a precious little hair on her head. As he rubbed her head, she moved her head up closing her eyes feeling the pleasure that’s equal to a belly rub.
He giggled at her telling you “Look! Look! She’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen! Oh my gosh!” His love for this dog was too adorable, you couldn’t help but smile.
“I wish you loved me as much as you loved that dog.” You joked. He whipped his head up with a confused look.
“What do you mean, Y/N? I love you more than anything in the world. Coco is my adorable daughter whom I love with 8% of my heart. But you are my cute little jealous girlfriend whom I love with…the rest of my heart.” You looked down and began to giggle at him.
“Youngjae! I was only fooling around!” You said, resting a hand on his shoulder. You leaned forward, placing a chaste peck on his forehead, “I know you love me. And I love y-” Coco cut you off with her barks.
This comic is mostly just poking fun at their BM moments and how people used to always mistake them for a couple. At first I wan’t sure if I was going for a more Wincest-y type thing or just them being overly mooshy and brotherly, but I guess It ended up being more Wincest-y? Idk. /:
Any ways, I absolutely adore the brother’s cute moments when they’re showing how much they truly care for each other and always thought it was funny when people would mistake these two for being a couple and how they would get so confused when it happened, so I decided to combine the two things. Now I may have sliiiightly exaggerated their BM moment for the sake of the comic, but still. XD
• faery alec being so bad at avoiding the truth, unlike his fellow faeries who have mastered the art of carefully avoiding the truth without lying. • alec being brutally honest and very open about everything, because when he is unable to lie, he had no obligation to do so. • old ass faery alec being cool af with his bow and being like bam bam • faery alec being chill with shadowhunters but still disagreeing with the claves unfair politics about downworlders. • FAERY ALEC WITH A FLOWER CROWN. IDK WHY HE WOULD HAVE TO BE A FAERY TO WEAR A FLOWER CROWN BUT U KNOW • alec having piercings in his pointy ears oooooooooo • EVIL FAERY ALEC • who offers ppl food and manipulate ppl • tho thats so not alec
• FAERY ALEC WITH SPARKLY WINGS • wings that he maybe doesnt rly use bc he always slaps someone in the face when he uses the lmao
• the thing about finding out a faery’s real name gives power over them….. IMAGNIE ALEC USING A SILLY NICKNAME dude tbh duude. • “whats ur name??” “Arrow NoPie” • dude
i thought of this when I was on the plane to Paris! I found it fucking hilarious on the plane but I was pretty loopy, so I’m not sure if it’s actually funny. There was a really hot flight attendant on the way to and back, so I, obviously, was inspired by that. Classic me. Send me requests soon! I will be closing requests on the 5th of June, so get ‘em in if y’all got any! Enjoy! Next one will be up tomorrow around the same time (June 1, 2016 at 11:30 or earlier).
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Word Count: bruh idk
Warnings: anxiety/anxiety attacks, cursing
A/N: they are on a normal, civilian plane and Bucky is not happy about one of the stewards/ flight attendants. MEssage me if you guys want a part two or something.
I tapped the cold metal exterior of the plane, right before boarding.
“Why did you knock on the plane?” Bucky asks curiously.
I turn around to look back at him with a smile playing on my lips. He looks so cute with his Brooklyn cap, arm gear, and face mask. It was a precaution, we couldn’t have anyone recognizing the wanted “criminal” in the airport.Plus, the metal arm would’ve raised questions, to say the least. It wouldn’t have been pretty. And of course, Tony was “working on the jets” when we both needed it for a mission.
“For good luck,” I shrug nonchalantly. “I get scared of flying sometimes.”
Bucky took my hand from behind me and weaved his fingers between mine.
“Don’t worry, babe. I’ll keep you safe.” He kissed the top of my head reassuringly. Most of the time, being short was a handicap of sorts. But my shortness was a blessing when it came to top-of-the-head kisses.
I scoffed, “Like I need you to protect me.”
He laughed and stroked my head, “Just keep moving. You’re holding up the line.”
After taking my seat at 23B, and while Bucky put my luggage in the overhead compartment, I closed my eyes. My anxiety was getting slightly out of hand. Every possible worst case scenario played itself in my head, like a DVD on repeat.
Bucky sat down next to me and placed his hand on mine. The warmth of his hand tranquilized my anxiety, but I still felt like I was going to throw up. My head was spinning and my breaths got shorter and my heart raced and I started getting slightly sweaty. I was on the verge of a full on anxiety attack.
“You okay, doll?” Bucky asks. He’s heard about my anxiety attacks, but had never been there next to me when it happened. In the jets, I felt less anxious because this was my job and there were other people that had the ability to stay calm…and fly. But here, if anything were to happen, people would start freaking out and that would make me freak out. It just wasn’t the same.
I open my eyes slowly, taking a deep breath. I look to my right, and nod. I can’t manage any words to tell him that I’ll be okay, but I hold his hand a little tighter to show him I’ll be alright.
“You know I can’t believe that Stark’s arm cover worked,” Bucky said, trying to distract me.
“Actually though, I thought you would get caught. I mean, you arm is pure metal,” I whispered, slightly chuckling. Thinking about how he didn’t get caught at the security checkpoint made me laugh. But when the pilot announced to get ready for take-off, I was back to an anxious state.
The take-off is just as shitty and awful as I thought it would be, but once in the air, I was able to loosen up a little. Finally, I felt less anxious. And kind of hungry.
“I wonder when they’ll start serving the food,” I whine. “They better do it now, or else I will start screaming.”
Bucky laughs at my dramatic hand gestures, “I’m sure they will soon, just try to calm down before you smack the lady on your left.”
I stick my tongue out at him and scrunch up my nose. While I took off my seat belt, I realize that I don’t have a blanket. Pouting, I bat my lashes at Bucky.
“I know that look. What do you want?” he sighs.
“Can I have your blanket? I’m cold,” I sniff. Usually, my pouty face and sad expression works, but not this time. He refused to give it to me, complaining that he was cold too.
I huff and plop back into my seat. “Fine, I’ll ask the stewardess.”
The lights flicker on and ding. A flight attendant came quickly to serve my useless needs. But I forgot what I needed as soon as I see his face. He was a gorgeous, tall, dark haired steward. He was muscular and tan, and he had very dreamy eyes. A model, pretty much. Did I mention he was also hot as fuck? I gaped at him, and he just smiled back.
“How can I help you, darling?” he asks politely. Judging by his accent, he was French. I wonder what he sounded like speaking french. Sexy, I imagine.
I try to hide my smile, blushing a little. Bucky sees that and knits his brows. He’s not happy about some guy calling you “darling”. His protective mode turns on, and now he’s very aware of the flight attendant.
“I was wondering if I could get a blanket,” I say shyly.
“Oui, madam, anything for you,” he smiled. “Je reviens. I will be right back,” he said turning off the lights, and heading to the back for a blanket. Definitely sexy speaking french.
Bucky squints at me with a suspicious look. He saw the pink tint on my cheeks and slightly flustered expression. Sensing his unhappiness, I raise my brow at him, questioning his behavior.
“No.” He pouted slightly. Damn, he was so cute when he was mad. I wanted to make him a little more jealous. But I knew he wouldn’t be happy about me teasing him.
“I know he’s hot, but you have nothing to worry about, okay?” I whispered, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “He’s nothing compared to you, babe.” He’s still not convinced. “You sound sexier speaking Romanian than him speaking French, ” you add sweetly.
He melted at my words, and softened his expression. But he tensed up again when the steward came back with the blanket.
He handed it to me with a smile, “Here you go.”
“Thank you very much, sir,” I smile back.
Bucky watches the exchange carefully. Once he leaves, he gets jealous again.
“Did you touch your hand when he gave it to you?” he growls.
“Oh my god, Bucky are you kidding me?” I roll my eyes, sighing dramatically. “Relax, dude. He didn’t.” He doesn’t look convinced. “What are you so jealous about?”
“You just seem very taken by him,” he said curtly.
I laugh quietly, “I seem ‘taken’ by him?” He doesn’t reply. “Okay how ‘bout, later, I show you how I’m not ‘taken’ by him?”
He sees my flirty, kittenish smile. He grins slyly. “You better show me soon, or else I might get a little cranky.”
I punch him on the arm, shaking my head. “Alright soldier, we’ll go once everyone is asleep.”
“Thank god this is an overnight flight,” Bucky mutters gratefully. This earns us a look from the lady sitting next to me. She looks fucking appalled, eyes wide with shock. I smile at her apologetically, not knowing what to say.I turn my body towards Bucky, wanting to avoid any more awkwardness. Looking at Bucky, I grimace, but he looks happy as hell. He’s grinning from ear to ear. Smug son of a bitch.
Rolling my eyes, I rest my head on his shoulder. “God, this is going to be a long ass flight,” you mumble.
“Can we be loud? I want that stupid flight attendant to hear us.”
I inhale sharply, surprised. “What the fuck?” you say, a hint of amusement in my tone. “Bucky, you know you’re weirdly kinky.”