seat problems

Tbh, I have no patience for men who are horrified by periods and refuse to even go with their girl down the tampon aisle.

Like? Not only does your meat stick squirt out mucus-y baby filled toothpaste when you get too excited, but you expect girls to SWALLOW that shit. You have absolutely no room to be disgusted in anyone else’s genitals. Please take several seats.

Childish (MET with Reader) fluffy drabble

Originally posted by arophan

(( gif not mine - perfect ))

(A/n): guys I’m bored

Summary: The reader is a bit frustrated, so she fixes it herself

Warnings: swearing and stuff

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Aggressively, (Y/n) threw up her arms.

“Okay, well, I quit.” she called.

It was very close to one in the morning, and (Y/n) was pissed.

As she was, she lived with Teamiplier as their graphic designer. Although, her tasks were relatively simple, that doesn’t mean she was always able to slip her way out of staying up late.

Like tonight for instance.

Her work seemed like it was cheating her, and her graphics table wasn’t willing to cooperate. All (Y/n) wanted was to get her shit done. But noo.

“Alright, fuck it.”

She arose from her desk chair and snuck herself around the corner, down a hallway of bedrooms. Firstly, she fixed her sock. Then, the girl entered the first bedroom on her left.

“Ethan…” she whispered.

Creeping down his carpet, (Y/n) was careful not to trip in the inkwell darkness.

“Dad.”

“Dad…?” the blue boy mumbled thickly. Ethan squirmed a little in his sheets, before looking up at his intruder.

“Get dressed.” she told him.

He fell from his bed, in the most literal sense, and began to pick up whatever clothes were on his floor.

“That’s the opposite of what I want a girl to say while in my room at night…” he commented, tumbling about.

(Y/n) chuckled at his weak joke and made her way down to the next room. Of course, Ethan would wake up to an absurd comment like ‘Dad’. She had legitimately confused him awake.

Quietly creaking into the neighboring room, she had opened her mouth to speak but was interrupted.

“Yeah, I know,” said the gruff voice “get dressed, right?”

“Please?” the girl smiled in the dark.

“I’m already dressed.” Tyler sighed, standing up. He surprised (Y/n) by being fully clad in jeans and a t-shirt.

“I had just finished work and literally flopped onto my bed without undressing…” he admitted. (Y/n) laughed.

Together, both (Y/n) and Tyler entered the final room on the left side.

“Markimoo~” (Y/n) lulled softly, peeping in through the door. No movement was detected from the bed, other than slow breathing.

“Mark…?” she said again, a tad louder. When still nothing came up, she looked to her tall companion. Tyler then spoke frighteningly.

“Asshat-”

Mark screamed.

✽   ✽   ✽

“Where are we going again?” asked Ethan, yawning quaintly.

(Y/n) finished buckling her seatbelt before she responded.

“Well, uh, nowhere in particular…” she spoke sheepishly, turning to the blue boy “I was just really frustrated a couple of minutes ago… and driving at night helps me. So do you guys. I just thought… if I put them together, I might be able to get more done.”

Mark laughed heartily from the back seat.

“Well, no problem, doll face. I’m here to help!”

The girl beamed at his words.

“Can we go to McDonald’s?” pondered Tyler.

“At one in the morning?” asked both (Y/n) and Ethan.

Tyler raised his hands and shoulders defensively “Hey, she said she was sad. I’m gunna’ treat her to ice cream. At one in the morning.”

(Y/n) smiled at him kindly, thanking him as well. Ethan rolled his eyes while Mark sputtered some words of his own.

“Yeah well, not if I treat her first…” he claimed, challenging Tyler with his stare.

The blue haired male sighed, and put the car into drive.

He taunted “Imagine that, getting treated to ice cream by the Markiplier at one in the morning. Oh, the chivalry.”

Both him and (Y/n) giggled, while (Y/n) added “Every girl’s dream.

“Which of you actually know which ice cream flavour I prefer, though?” the girl asked the two men in the back.

Mark said “VANILLA-!”

While Tyler said “Chocolate.”

Now the challenging stares really began.

“How childish..” sighed Ethan. He smiled widely as he pulled out of the driveway.

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(A/n): Imagine getting taken out at one in the morning for ice cream just because you’re sad

It’s Not What It Looks Like (Movie!Enoch x Reader)

Summary: When Enoch finds you outside in the middle of the night, cold and homesick, you unintentionally spend the rest of the night in his room. Now you have to suffer the consequences over breakfast.

Warning: Nothing, really? I mean it sounds slightly suggestive, I guess. Also slight fluff, woo (not exactly a warning, but I thought you’d like to know).

Author’s Note: First MPHFPC imagine !! And of course it just had to be Enoch. It’s a bit all over the place but I hope it makes sense. Feedback is appreciated!

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School trip

||Featuring pastel!Dan and Punk!Phil along with the classic daddy kink||

Dan had always known Phils weakness. When the cute pastel boy wore a fucking skirt and thong whenever he’d go to cheerleading.

Dan was rather small so of course the cheerleaders got to throw him in the air. And Phil made sure to get the seat where Dans skirt lifted just enough to see Dans ass.

But Phil was the absolute opposite of Dan. Most likely the reason they were enemies. But when Phil was on the field playing football and Dan just gave him a lust-filled gaze, he would lose his fucking mind.

Because Phil could get so hard for that boy so fast.

It didn’t help that at any time Phil could imagine Dan bending over for him, precum leaking from his swollen cock and his pretty pink asshole just begging for attention.

So when Principal Westwood told the opposites that they had won a trip to Tokyo because they had won a story competition. They were thrilled.

Until the pudgy man told them they didn’t have enough money for separate beds. Phil lost it.

“Are you fucking serious? I have to share a bed with a chick? Isn’t that against the rules?” He complained, gesturing to small Daniel.

“Oh don’t get me started, Lester! You think just because you’ve got tattoos and piercings you’re the king!” The brunet defended.

Mr.Westwood sighed. “Boys, if you don’t get along then we’re gonna have to cancel this trip for both of you.”

It was torture to the two. They had never been outside of their country so going to Tokyo was amazing. Dan decided to be the bigger person and just flat out left the stuffy office.

Phil bit his lip and walked out of the room, nervousness swallowing him as he climbed onto his motorcycle and drove home to pack.

The trip was tomorrow, that is.

Dan squealed.

He was going on a trip with Phil Lester. They guy who could literally take anyone’s V-card and they would give no fucks.

Dan decided to play tease with the poor boy, packing only skirts that didn’t even go down mid-thigh and dark colored thongs to contrast from the mostly colorful skirts.

Of course Dan wouldnt let Phil know that. So for the next day, a t-shirt, skinny white jeans (that clung to Dans ass), and a flowercrown would have to do.

Phils head was filled with Dan doing whatever and everything he could imagine.

It was spring and it’d be hot. And Phil just loved showing off his biceps. So to drive Dan just a little insaine. He only packed black skinny jeans (that showed off the large bulge in Phils pants) and tank tops of all varieties.

This was gonna be a fun week.

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This was gonna be an awful week for Dan Howell and Phil Lester.

Neither of them knew what the other had packed or what was up their sleeves.

Because Dan did something completely different from skirts the next day and Phil had dressed casually.

Something in Phil knew about Daniel. He knew that he’d try and tease him anyway he could. Break him, watch his pray for Dan to be riding his cock.

Phil shook his head and walked up to Dan, setting down his suitcase and wrapping his arms around the others waist.

“What’s up, Howell.” He asked, the words seemed to come from his so easily now, the word Howell rolled off his tongue from using it so much.

Dan detached Phils arms even though he wished they would move lower and rub his thighs, play with his cock, fuck him senseless right there in the god damn airport.

Dan dismissed the thoughts as he crossed his arms and looked up at him. “Phil. Glad to see you aren’t dancing around trying to fuck people now.”

Phil chuckled and fuck did it sound good to Dans ears. You see, Phils voice could go from ‘normal’ to unbelievably sexy in three seconds.

His voice was like a gods.

“Oh Daniel…” Phil whispered as he took a step towards Dan, leaning towards his ear and smirking. “I know you’re a slut, always wanting to ride on a cock, but I’ll have to ask you, please don’t get too horny on the flight, we can’t have sex while we’re up there.”

And with that he was gone, his suitcase was attached to his hand and he was waiting in line for the flight. Phil was right. He wanted a dick in him always. He was a virgin but he was not innocent. At all.

Dan took his things, walking onto the plane and quickly trying finding his seat. “Daniel.” I voice snapped, and he knew exactly who it belonged to.

He walked towards Phil, who was standing in first class and waited. “They got us first class seats, the only problem is that it’s a fucking single bed.” He whispered harshly.

Dan shrugged. “But Philly, that just means we have more room for tonight.” He commented, walking past Phil and jumping into the bed.

Phil shook his head, running his tongue over his lips. This was gonna be a long flight but it would be good.

Phil sat on the bed, pressing a button that put up walls, excluding them from the outside world.

“Fancy. I thought you’d have to ride me with everyone to see. But you wouldn’t mind that.” Phil mumbles, putting a hand on Dans thigh and rubbing lightly.

“Oh fuck off Phil.” He hissed, getting rid of the hand and pulling a blanket over his waist.

It was now night and Dan couldn’t stand it. Phil was awake and doing whatever entertained him.

Soon Dan fell asleep and Phil didn’t have anything to do except stare at Dans pretty ass (which he didn’t mind that much).

It was only thirty minutes since Dan felt asleep and he was whimpering. Phil looked over, furrowing his eyebrows and wondering what was going on.

His eyed widened when he had seen Dan ontop of his pillow, grinding his hips down into it as another whimper escaped.

“P-Philly… O-oh y-yeah…” he swore he heard Dan moan. Was… was Dan having a wet dream about him?

Yes. It was obvious. The grinding, the moaning, the whimpering. Phil didn’t know what to do, but he was loving every second of it.

He tore his eyes away from the boy but in the next second, Dan was on him, his arms hooked around Phils neck and his hips grinding into Phil.

“P-please d-daddy… n-ngh… i-I need y-your c-cock… p-please!” He begged. Phil sighed, he couldn’t wake up Dan and he couldn’t just leave him like this.

So Phil did what anyone would do.

He stuck his leg between Dans leg, pushing his thigh up into his erect cock and gripping onto his ass. “Such a pretty little whore. You want Daddy to fuck you into this matress? Right now infront of all these sleeping people?”

Dan the his head back and Phil could feel the small boys cock twitch. “You want Daddy to ram into you, destroying your pretty pink hole and having everyone watch you, moaning and withering under me as I mark you as mine.” He growls into Dans ear, smirking and caressing Dans ass.

Phil stopped all together after a few seconds and Dan practically died. “P-phil! P-please! I-I need y-you! I-I n-need to c-come, p-please d-daddy!”

Phil was determined to at least make Dan come into his pants. It would embarrass him and Phil could tease Dan all about it in the morning.

He climbed ontop of Dan, leaving soft kisses down his neck. “Tell daddy how much you want him. How much you want me to play with your cock.”

Dan cried out as Phil grinded his growing erection into him, and using one hand to reach up his shirt and play with one of his nipples.

“O-Oh g-god! P-phil i-im S-so close!” Dan begged, bucking his hips up desperately.

Phil stopped everything he was doing, leaning to Dans ear. “That isn’t my name, baby boy.” He growled, suddenly rubbing their erections together.

“D-daddy!” Dan moaned as he came, panting and shivering for a while while Phil kissed up Dans stomach. “I’ll punish you tomorrow for coming when I didn’t tell you you could. Twenty spanks from daddy, got it my whore?” Phil spoke harshly, climbing off Dan as he nodded frantically.

“Good.” He rolled into his side and pulled Dan close to him. “I can’t wait till you wake up…” Phil mumbles, pushing his leg between Dans thighs and rubbing painfully slow as he fell asleep.

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||This is an old fic i wrote that’s literally the worst ever but… yeah. If you want a part two then i’ll write one?? Trust my my writing has improved since then ok|| ||also sorry it’s so short oki bye||
And then there would always be the problem of seating. Most of the guests would be aristocrats, and it was vitally important that no one had to sit next to somebody who was related to someone who had killed one of their ancestors at some time in the past. Given that the past is a very big place, and taking into account the fact that everybody’s ancestors were generally trying to kill everybody else’s ancestors, for land, money, or something to do, it needed very careful trigonometry to avoid another massacre taking place before people had finished their soup.
—  Terry Pratchett, I Shall Wear Midnight
chensung!skinship headcanons
  • HAND HOLDING
  • DONT FIGHT ME ON THIS
  • they hold hands so much it’s almost impractical
  • CHENLE THE TYPE TO TEACH JISUNG PIANO AND HAVE HIS HANDS OVER JISUNG’S AND IT’S A REALLY SHITTY TEACHING TECHNIQUE BUT IT’S CUTE AS FUCK (creds to @flawlessjeno wonk wink )
  • chenle definitely makes the first move
  • he’ll grab jisung’s hand 24/7 and just hold it forever
  • it’s impractical but chenle honestly couldnt care less
  • chenle the type to drag jisung around
  • jisung the type to be dragged around willingly bc it means that chenle will hug him afterwards
  • we’ve all seen chenle throw that tantrum when he couldnt get his rameN AND IT WAS THE CUTEST THING IN THE WORLD
  • everytime he throws a smol tantrum park jisung is there 2 save the day !!!!!!!
  • gives chenle a kiss on the forehead and lets him sit on his lap until chenle becomes less salty
  • jisung has to kiss him every few seconds so chenle doesnt get wound up again
  • chenle acts like he’s still salty when he’s not so jisung keeps him on his lap
  • and jisung knows but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (coughs creds to @flawlessjeno )
  • jisung !!!! wraps !!!!!! his arms !!!!!!!!!!! around chenle when he sits on his lap !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! bc he’s so tiny and jisung has 2 protect him !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  • he becomes 2 flustered to think of anything besides jisung (●´ω`●)
  • chenle likes to plop down on jisung’s lap and go on his phone and ignore everyone for 50 years
  • like oop there’s no seat?? nOooooOoOOo PROBLEM I HAVE JISUNG
  • jisung has this overwhelming urge to like protect chenle 24/7 so he always has his arm around him if theyre not holding hands
  • HUGSHUGSHUGSHUGSHUGSHUGS
  • chenle,,,,,,,, just falls,,,,,,,, into jisung’s arms,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
  • and chenle just !!!!!!!!!!!! drowns in him !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  • chenle is so smol and jisung is so tol,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
  • chenle has to tippy toe to wrap his arms around jisung’s neck im jS
  • this isnt kinda skinship-y but jisung is vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv protective over chenle
  • and loves likes it when chenle wears his jackets and hoodies and sweaters and clothES IN GENERALLY
  • BC CHENLE JUST DROWNS IN HIS CLOTHES AND HAS SWEATER PAWS
  • THAT MAKE JISUNG’S HEART GO !!!!!!!!!!!!! SDFJBFSHDBDNLS AND THEN JISUNG REFUSES TO LET GO OF CHENLE FOR THE REST OF THE DAY
  • jisung the type to bury his face in chenle’s neck when chenle’s sitting on his lap
  • JISUNG THE TYPE TO PEPPER KISSES ALL OVER CHENLE’S FACE AND GET SHY ABOUT IT
  • CHENLE THE TYPE TO KISS THE SHIT OUT OF JISUNG AND PRETEND LIKE NOTHING HAPPENED
  • ive mentioned this previously but like
  • whenever they have lil sleepovers, chenle just clings onto jisung like a koala bear and jisung just freezes up bc he doesnt know what to do
  • !!! sometimes !!!!!!!! chenle sneaks over to jisung’s room and sleeps with him 
  • and whenever he does, jisung’s usually really sleepy and just out of it
  • and whenever he’s really tired and doesnt fully know what’s going on, he hugs chenle like he’s a lil teddy bear and they just fall asleep like that
  • forehead and cheek kisses !!!!!!
  • JISUNG KISSES CHENLE’S HEAD WHEN THEYRE HUGGING BC HE ALMOST TOWERS OVER CHENLE (ALSO CREDS TO @flawlessjeno )
  • kisses on the lip are a rare thing
  • only happens if chenle’s feeling spicy™️️ 
  • jisung the type to squish chenle’s cheeks bc he looks like a lil puffer fish 
  • jisung !!!! the type !!!!! to !!!!!!! hold chenle’s face !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! when they kiss !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  • backhugs from chenle !!!!!!!
  • chenle can barely see over jisung’s shoulder but that is a-ok !
  • chenle likes kissing a pouty jisung
  • pouty jisung only occurs when he gets jealous
  • which is like whenever someone gets 2 close to chenle
  • JEALOUS JISUNG IS A MAD JISUNG
  • BUT IT’S A CUTE MAD
  • AND CHENLE WOULD GET MAD BACK
  • pouting chensung that makes everyone feel weird bc maknae line is no longer sunshine
  • whenever jisung ignores chenle, chenle throws tantrums to get his attention
  • and sometimes jisung just drags chenle onto his lap without thinking bc he’s so used to it and they just make up because of that
  • but other times jisung has like 1% willpower and continues to ignore chenle
  • which makes chenle cry
  • and then jisung has to hug him and put him on his lap and tell him how much he loves him until chenle stops crying
  • chenle probably sniffles a lil after he stops crying which makES JISUNG STOP BREATHING
  • jisung the type to kiss chenle after every sniffle
  • chenle the type to sniffle just so jisung would kiss him
  • JISUNG THE TYPE TO KISS CHENLE’S TEARS AWAY EVEN THO THEY MAKE JISUNG’S LIPS TASTE REALLY SALTY HE DOES IT STILL BC HE KNOWS CHENLE LOVES CHEESY STUFF LIKE THAT
  • sleepy hugs!!!
  • whenever chenle is tired out of his mind and about to pass out, he’ll drape himself over jisung and jisung will just hug him until he falls asleep
  • and whenever jisung’s tired as fuck, he’ll lean against chenle and chenle will throw his arm around him and just kiss his temple and just aH MY HEART
  • sleepy !!!! k i s s e s !!!!!!!!
  • jisung will give chenle lazy forehead kisses that chenle treasures more than he’d like to admit
  • sleepy hugs consist of jisung burying his face into chenle’s neck and chenle drawing random patterns and shapes on jisung’s back
  • c u d d l i n g
  • cuddling rarely happens bc it’s usually one sided (coughs aka chenle hugging onto jisung like a koala bear like i said earlier)
  • but sometimes jisung just really wants to cuddle his bf and just be able to kiss him and tell him how cute he is every 3 seconds and !!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  • jisung’s favourite way to kiss chenle is when he wakes up really early accidentally and chenle’s still in his arms
  • and he’s asleep like a lil baby
  • and jisung plays a game called ‘how many times can i kiss chenle’s cheek before he wakes up’
  • i am melting (●´ω`●)
  • chenle the type to melt under any sort of affection ??
  • like jisung will be hugging him and he’d just melt into his arms and just forget the world for a bit and jisung just goes ?????
  • chenle !!! doesnt let go !!!! of hugs after !!!!! jisung lets go !!!!!!!
  • chenle’s entire body just relaxes after jisung hugs him
  • like the first time chenle just melted into jisung, he freaked out 
  • bc !!!! HIS BALL OF SUNSHINE JUST MELTED INTO HIM AND HE DOESNT KNOW WHAT TO DO
  • sometimes jisung will be playing like league or overwatch or w/e and chenle will just sneak up to him and plop down on his lap
  • bc then jisung will go “CHENLE I JUST D I E D
  • HE JUST O N E S H O T M E
  • I GOT D E L E T E D
  • MY TEAMMATES ARE ALL FLAMING ME HOW COULD U DO THIS TO ME”
  • and chenle just finds that so cute so he’ll be like “i had nowhere else to sit (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧”
  • “THE COUCH IS EMPTY EVERYONE IS OUT FOR DINNER”
  • “i dont see any couches idek what ur talking about (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧ ”
  • “STOP BEING SUCH A SUNSHINE AND LET ME FARM”
  • and then chenle ends up clinging onto jisung for dear life as he witnesses jisung die multiple times which ends up in jisung throwing a tantrum
  • how the tables have tabled ??
  • “CHENLE YOUR ARMS ARE COVERING MY EYES I CANT SEE WHAT IM DOING CANT YOU CLING ONTO MY WAIST INSTEAD”
  • “your neck is more comfortable”
  • “WHAT DO YOU M E A N”
  • in all honesty jisung loves chenle more than any video game
  • especially more than fucking league of fucking legends that awful piece of shit game why cant i fucking uninstall it ive been playing this goddamn awful game since season 5 and i still have it on my laptop+desktop and i played it like yesterday and it’s made me want to kermit so many times fuck that game im so fucking angry just typing this
  • chenle is smol enough for jisung to just pick up and run i just hope u know that
when you... tease him

pairing: tom holland x reader
request: no
warnings: curse words, sex jokes

“please stop.”

you giggle from your spot on the couch. you’re feet hang over the arms rest as you lay your head on your knees. you kick you feet like the actual child you are.

“i don’t know what you mean.”

from his perch at he counter, tom glares at you. he’s flushed from your teasing, ears red, face red, neck red. he sips his latte from his latest break out to starbucks.

“you know damn well what i mean!”

you’re shit eating grin gets impossibly bigger as he huffs in frustration.

“oh come on d-”

“nope! nope nope no-”

“what are you even doing?” harrison asks as he opens the door to the green room.

you shrug as he looks to you for answers. you fall back onto the couch so that your head rests in the middle.

“she’s being a little shit, harrison!” tom whines.

the cushion beside you dips as your boyfriend’s best friend takes a seat.

“not my problem, mate.”

she laugh outright as tom sputters. you turn your head to see him pout. before you can make another comment, the door opens again. a man in black and a headset doesn’t even look up from his clipboard as he announces-

“hey! five minutes til. get ready to go on.”

and then leaves.

you see tom sigh heavily before downing his drink in one go. deciding to be a supportive girlfriend, you roll of the couch like a log and intertwine yours and tom’s fingers as he goes to leave.

“come on, i’ll walk you.”

tom grins lovingly at you. harrison gags.

“don’t worry, haz. we both know i’ll come back for you!” you wink playfully over your shoulder as tom pulls you away.

the walk isn’t that far and it mostly consists of tom playing with your fingers and muttering reassurances to himself. it’s three minutes til showtime when you finally pull him close. he rests his forehead on yours as you twirl the small hairs on the back of his neck.

“why are you freaking out? god knows how many times you’ve done this.”

he breathes deep. you feel a warm breath exhale onto your lips.

“you’ve never been here before. not- not on set. not with me. it’s… it makes me nervous. you make me nervous.”

his eyes hesitantly mean yours. you playfully raise an eyebrow.

“wow. how gay.”

he huffs impatiently and tries to pull away. you laugh, but your hold on his neck hold him in place.

“hey, hey, hey. i’m sorry. i’m sorry.” you lift his chin a little higher to meet your eyes. “that’s really sweet, tom. but you have absolutely no reason to be nervous. you’re going to be fine and charming and cute and the british heart throb you always are. and after your amazing performance-”

“it’s just an interview-”

“we’ll head back to the hotel and watch it on youtube just so i can point out all the cute things you do.”

by now his eyes have soften and the hands on your hips are gently moving up and down your back. in the back you both hear hear “one minute til!” you smile up at tom.

“thank you,” he whispers. he lends a sweet and chaste kiss onto your lips and goes to pull away for real.

and he almost got away. he really did. you were really going to let him go. leave with his dignity. but you have shit impulse control. always have. he’s barely made one step when your hand slaps his bottom with enough to leave your hand with a sting.

he jumps in response and turns to glare. whatever sweet moment you two had created was absolutely and completely dead. you give him a quick playful kiss to wet the fire in his eyes.

“break a leg, daddy,” you whisper in his ear before making a break for it down the hall.

as someone in the back calls lights up, the only thing ringing in his ears is your laughter.

Our Own Little Fairytale

Characters: Jared x Reader, Jensen, mentions of Rob and Richard

Words: 2188

Summary: Jared and Jensen are talking at their panel, and Jared gets to talking about his wife.

Italics are Flashbacks

This is my own entry for Kayla’s Birthday Challenge! :) I chose to do the quote  “Cinderella never asked for a prince. She asked for a night off and a dress.” and the date Dance classes. :) Some of it is from Jared’s perspective, which was fun to write. So enjoy the fluff!

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no chemistry²

A/N I combined two requests and gave u more sassy peter, this is more of a fluffy joke imagine than anything 

Warnings: none, sexual innuendos?

Req by anonCan you do a part 2 to no chemistry because oh my lord sassy protective peter is what I need in my life and  heyyo friendo! could I have an peter x reader imagine where reader is very very naive to anything at all sexual and some guy keeps making innuendos and she doesn’t understand what he is saying at all and peter has to explain it to her? Thanks love!

PART 1 (not really needed to read this)

Originally posted by danks-gif

Your foot tapped happily next to your new lab partner, someone who actually cared about where they put their hands. The two of you were actually getting along well, and the teacher had no real problem switching seats around. When you told him about your sloppy scenario, he claimed ‘that jackass annoyed him too.’

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Bickering

Bucky x reader

Summary: Just some fun banter between you and Bucky (and a bit of Clint) during a mission.

Warnings: a swear or two.

Word Count: 1400

A/N: oh hey this is my first time posting a one shot. Go easy on meeee

You weren’t entirely sure why you and Bucky Barnes bickered all the time. The arguments never got too heated, the words exchanged were never too harsh, and you didn’t really make anyone uncomfortable with the harmless banter. It had just become a constant about life in the tower.

But despite the back-and-forth between the two of you, you worked amazingly well together in the field. You listened to each other, you were both able to predict how the other would act in any given situation, and you always had each other’s backs. Sure, sometimes one of you would pester the other as you searched through questionable buildings or fought baddies, but it never interfered with your mission.

So the fact that you and Bucky were creeping through a mostly abandoned warehouse just before dusk was par for the course.

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Scream Till My Lungs Burst… // Nerve 2016