Castiel just barely slips out the door into the hallway and turns the knob as he closes it so the latch doesn’t make a sound. The light is always on in the hallway, and Dean always wakes up if too much of it pours into his room, so Castiel has mastered the art of slipping through the smallest space possible.
He breathes a sigh of relief once he’s in the hallway.
A small voice to his right lets out an amused laugh. He turns to see a particularly tiny woman wearing a very large plaid shirt and nothing else. Well, he supposes she could be wearing shorts under the shirt. It really is very big on her.
“You must be Castiel,” she says rather loudly, mispronouncing his name just slightly.
He walks over to her with a finger to his lips.
She puts her hand over her mouth in embarrassment before signing, I’m deaf.
Castiel mouths an “oh” before dropping his head and laughing. He then pops his head back up fast and mouths, “Are you Eileen?”
She nods eagerly and signs, You’ve heard about me?
Sam has mentioned you a few times, he signs back. He says you’re a very good hunter.
Her face lights up. You’re damn right I am. Still, that’s very sweet of him.
So, are you two…? Castiel looks back toward Sam’s room and then down at Eileen’s shirt.
Eileen’s eyes widen in embarrassment. He’s asleep. I was just going to the bathroom.
I was heading to the kitchen for a cup of tea. Would you like some?
Is there caffeine in it?
Not at 4 in the morning.
Eileen smiles and gives him a thumbs up before moving past him toward the bathroom. Castiel watches her go for a second before it hits him.
He looks down at his plain black t-shirt and too-small boxer briefs and wonders if Eileen could tell that these clothes aren’t his. And that he came out of Dean’s room instead of one of the countless other extra bedrooms in the bunker.
By the time Eileen pads into the kitchen, Castiel has two mugs ready with decaf teabags in them and he’s standing at the stove staring at the pot so he can pull it off the burner before it whistles.
It’s only a minute longer before Cas pours the water into the mugs and takes a seat across from Eileen at the kitchen table.
You’re an angel, aren’t you? Eileen asks as her tea steeps.
Can you do a fic where pietro is an ass to the reader and she is like best friends with Bucky? And pietro is mean because he’s jealous of their relationship but one time he takes it too far and he never gets her? Thanks- Anon /// I was wondering if you could do a fic where the reader has feelings for Bucky but pietro is an asshole to the reader? But then Bucky says he loves reader and pietro gets all mad? Sorry if this is hard to understand - @lucihaspie
Note: hi guess who’s back. back again. ya girl. ok so I put these two together, I hope that’s okay! this took a while and I apologize! feedback is more than welcome and thanks so much for the request! .c
You and Bucky have been best friends basically since he arrived at the tower. You were bold in trying to get him to be your friend, and he warmed up to you one night after you let him vent to you about what went on in his mind.
He knew he could confide in you and come to you about anything. You knew you’d never match up to his friendship with Steve, but it was pretty damn close. You had to admit, you’ve actually fallen for the super soldier.
There was an issue though, you were bold, but not bold enough to tell Bucky how you really feel. So, you leave it hidden in the back of your mind, closed off until the right moment. If that would ever come. Most days, you had an annoying pest called Pietro to keep those feelings and thoughts at bay.
You had just gotten back from a mission, tired and covered in mud and grime. Your joints hurt and you had cuts littered all over your body. Though the mission was a success, you had Pietro yelling in your ear every step you took about how you almost messed it all up, even though you really didn’t.
The team followed behind you and Pietro, watching him scream at you. “You’re stupid! An idiot! You could have gotten me shot!” Pietro yelled with his thick accent, his arms flailing around. You bit your tongue, tasting the metallic iron rising to the surface from biting so hard. You stared straight ahead, trying to drown out the man yelling at the top of his lungs at you.
You heard heavy footsteps approaching and someone shoved Pietro to the ground, just to have him speed back to his feet. “Enough! She didn’t do a damn thing wrong! I am tired of you acting like she’s nothing! Leave her alone!” You heard Bucky yell at Pietro. The two were toughing noses and both breathing heavily. “Hit me. Go on, if you’re so tough.” Pietro spat menacingly as Bucky’s metal hand clenched.
Wanda stepped in between the two, both of their chests crowding her. “If anybody hits anyone, it’ll be me hitting the both of you. Stop it.” Wanda ordered, staring up at her brother’s face. Bucky growled and you heard his arm whirring.
He stomped off towards your direction and wrapped his arm around you, pulling you into his side as he placed his lips on your head. Pietro watched as you two walked off, his fists clenched.
A few hours had passed and you were all cleaned up. You were relaxing in the common room on the couch with Bucky, your head in his lap. Bucky’s hand was raking through your hair, gently scratching and massaging your scalp. You hummed in content with your eyes shut and Bucky stared down at you, a smile on his face. “That feel good?” Bucky asked, his voice just above a whisper.
You nodded gently as you opened your eyes to look at Bucky. He was staring down at you and you immediately blushed. Bucky chuckled, his body gently moving against you. “You’re cute when you blush.” Bucky said, caressing your hairline, letting his hand move down the length of your hair. “Are you serious? She’s not cute at all.” You heard Pietro’s annoying voice chime in.
Bucky’s head snapped towards Pietro, his jaw clenched. “Might wanna get your eyes checked.” Bucky grumbled, his hand ceasing it’s movement. You sighed and sat up, leaning against Bucky’s chest.
A loud “ha” escaped from Pietro’s mouth. “My eyes work perfectly fine,” He said with a smug grin, taking a seat in the chair near the sofa, “I can see that Nat’s a goddess. Y/N? Nowhere near.” Pietro finished, his fingers tapping speedily against the arms of the chair.
You swallowed the lump that was forming in your throat. You had confided in Bucky one night about how insecure you felt about yourself and how you thought Natasha was better in basically every area. Bucky told you that he thought you were perfect and you should never talk so lowly of yourself.
You tried to move off of Bucky, but his arm slithered around your waist, holding you against him. Bucky sighed heavily. “Pietro, do us a favor and just leave, please.” Bucky snapped, his voice wavering between angry and calm.
You sank into Bucky’s hold, feeling your face heat up. “Okay, tell me this, Barnes. Who would you choose between Nat and Y/N?” Pietro asked, causing Bucky’s breathing to stop and you to sit and wait for his answer.
Your heart was thumping in your ears as Bucky stayed silent. You shoved yourself off of Bucky, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. Pietro’s arm stuck out as you walked by him and he gripped your wrist. “Don’t touch me.” You spat, yanking your hand from him.
Bucky stood to his feet, watching you two. Pietro smirked at you, his eyes staring into your watery ones. You saw a flash of something in his eyes, but you couldn’t place your finger on it. It almost looked like guilt, sadness, and pain. But you knew he could never feel bad about how he treated you.
Pietro shrugged and chuckled. “So, you know I’m right then.” Pietro said to Bucky as you walked away, not being able to handle standing there any longer. You weren’t there to see Bucky snatch Pietro up by his shirt and defend your honor, telling Pietro how you felt about yourself and how much he loved you. You didn’t see the anger take place in Pietro.
You ran to your room, shoving past a team member every now and then. Steve finally stopped you in your hallway, he had been in Wanda’s room, discussing Pietro earlier and what they should do to stop it for good. “Y/N?” Steve asked, his blue eyes observing your current state. You sniffled and looked at your shoes. “C-Captain.” You said, your voice breaking.
Steve stepped closer to you, his finger lifting your chin. “Y/N, you can call me Steve off duty. Tell me what’s wrong.” Steve said with a slight frown, wiping your tears. Your lip quivered and you threw yourself into Steve’s arms, sobbing into his navy blue shirt. “Pietro.” He said with a firm voice, he was all too familiar with this. His arms tightened around you before he pulled away.
You choked on another sob and Steve held your arms. “I’ll be back. Go to Wanda, talk to her, please.” Steve said before he placed a kiss to your forehead. You nodded and he left, his strides long and angry. You stood in front of Wanda’s door and she turned to you. “Hey Y/N-” She gasped at your wet cheeks and puffy eyes. “Again?” She asked, shaking her head as she walked over to you and hugged you.
You sighed into the hug, your arms holding her. “He’s so mean all the time.” You whispered as you felt Wanda’s hands rubbing your back. “I tell him to stop, he just doesn’t listen.” Wanda said softly, “Y/N, there’s something you should know.” Wanda said as she pulled back from you. You listened closely.
Wanda sighed and looked around her room, as if she were searching for what to say. “My brother is jealous of your relationship with Bucky.” Wanda finally said and your eyebrows creased together. “Wh-why? Why would that give him any reason to treat me so horribly?“ You questioned as you felt the anger in your stomach start to boil. You watched Wanda’s face as she gave you a look.
Wanda shook her head, her hair falling from behind her ear. “I-I think he likes you.” Wanda said, almost whispered. Your mouth fell open and you took a step backwards. Pietro treated you horribly because he was jealous and likes you? Who the hell does that? How is that right at all? You scoffed and wiped angry tears away, leaving Wanda’s room.
She rushed after you and grabbed your wrist. “Y/N! Please, don’t-” You turned to her. “What? Don’t hurt him?” You spat, squinting your eyes at her. She recoiled and frowned. She nodded and tucked her lips between her teeth before responding. “I can’t stop you.” She said, meeting your eyes. You scoffed. “No, you can’t.” You said before stomping away.
Your anger was something you hardly act on but now, you just wanted to lash out. You breathed in and out heavily, ignoring the sudden lightheaded wave that hit you. You took the elevator up to the common room and heard Bucky yelling already. No doubt at Pietro. You walked in cautiously, listening.
Bucky growled, shaking his head. “You’re the biggest piece of-of CRAP! You profess love but treat her like she’s nothing!? Yo-you-” Bucky pointed at Pietro, “are a waste of her time!” He yelled, his voice growing hoarse. Pietro was standing still, his shoulders slumped. You walked in and gained the attention of everyone. Wanda walked in beside you now.
You bit back your anger, deciding to spare Pietro your own wrath. Pietro turned to you and Bucky looked like he had been crying. Your heart sank as you walked up to Pietro. You looked up at him and he was about to speak, until your hand flew up and across his cheek. You heard gasps fall from the mouths in the room. Pietro held his reddened cheek and wiggled his jaw.
His eyes filled with tears and he looked down at you. Your hand stung but you shook it off, straightening your back and shoulders. “I deserved that.” Pietro said softly. You scoffed and shook your head. “You deserve a lot worse after everything you did to me.” You said, your voice smaller and weaker than you wanted it to be.
Pietro clenched his jaw and nodded, his cheek slightly swelling. “I, uh, guess you don’t feel the same, huh?” Pietro asked you, his eyes meeting yours. You shook your head, looking up at him. “No.” You said before turning on your heel and making your way back to your room.
Back in the common room, Bucky walked over to Pietro. “You fucked up. But at least she has someone to treat her right and who loves her.” Bucky said, walking away. Pietro scoffed and chuckled, getting angry again. Before he could speed over and give Bucky a swift punch to the face like he wanted, Wanda trapped him in her red shield.
Bucky kept walking, taking the elevator to your room.
You were sitting on your balcony with your legs dangling through the openings, letting the cold wind dry your fresh tears. You wiped at your cheeks and inhaled shakily, a little sob breaking through your mouth.
You couldn’t believe that someone would treat you so horribly and say such mean things to you, cutting you down to nothing but insecurities, and say they like you. You just couldn’t believe it.
You heard your balcony doors open, not able to see who it was as you stared down at the busy city far beneath you. “Wanda, if you’re here to scold me for slapping your brother, I’m not going to apologize.” You said through your sobs. “I was going to say it was pretty impressive, though I expected a punch.” You heard Bucky say with a small chuckle.
You couldn’t help but blush at the sound of his voice. You felt him pick you up by your waist, pulling you from the railing. You turned to Bucky and shivered from the gust of wind, your hair whipping into your face. He tucked it behind your ear and pressed a kiss to your forehead. You let Bucky take you back inside of your room, shutting the balcony doors.
You sat on your bed, leaning against your headboard. Bucky sat beside you and pulled you onto his lap. “Y/N, please don’t cry.” Bucky whispered, cradling your head onto his shoulder.
You sniffled and held in your tears, a tired sigh escaping your lips. “I just don’t know how-I mean, he-” You sobbed again, shaking your head. Bucky held you closer and shushed you gently. He rocked you back and forth, his own heart breaking at your tears.
You sat in silence, listening to Bucky’s slow and steady breathing. You played with his metal fingers, finding comfort in the cold. Bucky placed kisses along your head, his flesh hand drawing random shapes on your thigh. “I love you, Y/N.” Bucky suddenly whispered, leaning his chin on your head. You stopped your movements and your breath hitched in your throat.
You sat up and turned in Bucky’s lap, straddling him as your eyebrows creased. “What?” You asked, your voice soft. You stared into Bucky’s eyes and he held your waist, his thumbs rubbing the small bit of exposed skin from your shirt riding up. Bucky smiled and looked at your face, studying every inch of it as if he would forget it.
Bucky inhaled nervously. “I love you.” Bucky repeated, his eyes searching yours. Your mouth fell open a tad as you processed what he just said. “But, earlier you didn’t say who you’d choose, I assumed you said Natasha after I left.” You said, looking away from Bucky’s eyes. “No, I’d choose you any day. I just didn’t know what to say, Pietro was pissing me off.” Bucky explained, rubbing your sides.
You looked up at Bucky again and looked at his lips. You leaned in slowly, building the courage to finally tell Bucky how you felt. “I love you too, Bucky.” You whispered before closing the distance between your lips and his. Bucky smiled into the kiss and pulled you closer, his metal hand cradling your head gently.
Your lips moved against each others perfectly as your hands found his long locks, gently raking through them. Your stomach flipped with happiness and you realized that you belonged with Bucky and nothing would change that.
Note: FEEDBACK PLEASE? I LOVE KNOWING YOU ENJOY MY WRITINGS .c
Warnings: mention of sleeplessness, fluff, ALL OF THE SMUT.
A/N: Titles are not one of my strengths. Anyway, and this
was an Anon request that I got a few days ago. I hope it’s okay… Enjoy?
Anon Request – “hello love! i absolutely adore your writing and i wish i had the
kind of motivation you do. but i don’t, so i have a request! do you think you
could do one about human!cas being tense and sore and having issues sleeping so
the reader (who’s like secretly in love with him) offers to give him a massage
and some tips on how to get to sleep better??? maybe throw in some smut
(teaching him to jerk it??? idk whatever you like) you don’t have to if you’re
uncomfortable. thanks doll”
The moans and groans coming from the other side of the wall made
your stomach sink. For the last three weeks, you knew Cas had been having
trouble sleeping, but tonight was the worst so far. You had just ended a big
hunt, Cas’s first as a human. He as having a hard time accepting the fact that
he wasn’t some tough, invincible Angel of the Lord anymore. And worse, he
needed to sleep, which meant nightmares.
You turned over in bed as you tried to drown out the former
angel’s cries. But it was no use, he was miserable, and you needed to help him.
You loved him, and you couldn’t leave
him like this.
Hello, everyone. It’s been a while since I last posted anything. I’ve been working on the story for several weeks, but I wouldn’t finish it without my dear petal, @little-black-dress-24. It all happened thanks to your idea, your patience with me constantly tormenting you to read this stuff. So, huge thank you, E. And E, I’m really sorry for my dramatic, aesthetic, perfectionist ass. Luv yeh. xx
I hope you will enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Feel free to comment, share or at least like, if you fancy my work.
Harry is a lawyer and he is faced with the challenge of cooperating with his new boss. The boss turns out to be a beautiful woman. Word count: 9,500-ish
You were sitting in a comfortable armchair with a cappuccino in a white coffee cup, right in front of you on a coffee table. You took a deeper breath from time to time to relax your tense body. You weren’t scared but you were nervous, in a good way. Finally, you achieved one of your career goals. You applied for your dream job in one of the best prospering law companies in the UK. You were determined to achieve your goal and so it happened. You were the first and the youngest woman to become a CEO in the company.
It was your first day and you were waiting for one of the Board Members to officially introduce you to the team. Your head was full of ideas on how to expand and develop the company. You were very excited about the job to a point where you couldn’t sleep at night because you were so full of energy and excitement for the new things to come.
You looked at a golden chain watch on your wrist and realised you should have been called inside about 10 minutes ago. You were tapping your fingers on your knees in excitement when you heard a man shouting in the office you were about to enter in the next couple of minutes.
‘You promised me this job and you lied to me, John! You know very well that it’s me who should have been given this job, I worked my ass off and I deserve it!’ you heard.
Hearing this, you felt an uncomfortable cramp in your stomach and a wide smile disappeared from your face immediately. Is someone getting fired because you got this job? That certainly wasn’t a good start, you thought. Several seconds later, the door to the office opened with force and a man stormed out from the inside. He was tall, very lean, dressed in a tailor-made navy-blue suit, white shirt and a black tie. His face was furious; eyebrows frowned, lips pursed in anger. When he noticed you sitting next to the door, his eyes lingered on you for several seconds as he was walking by, like he was examining you, wondering who you might be. Then he laughed sarcastically, spitting a silent ‘Obviously…’ under his nose. He disappeared behind the door and you were called in by Mr. Stevens as it was your turn to meet in his office.
A/N: Happy Valentines Day! I know it’s early, but I thought I would start off the morning for my NCIS fans <3 I hope you all love this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3 <3
This was requested by @jez-zolnierz:
Since your requests are open can I ask you for some fluff with Gibbs: breaking rule 12 and asking him to be your valentine? :) I wish you lovely day!
While Tony and McGee were off on a double date, you were sitting at your desk finishing paperwork. This report was something you could have gotten done tomorrow morning, but you decided to do get it done now. Besides you didn’t have a date on Valentine’s Day. You didn’t feel like going home and sitting in your apartment by yourself.
You looked up in surprise as Gibbs walked through the bullpen and sat down at his desk. He was wearing your favorite navy blue button down shirt with a black blazer over it. You always admired the way he dressed and the way he smelled. Abby was the only one who knew about your crush on Gibbs.
Summary : You are an agent that worked alongside the Avengers , with an unusually close friendship with Captain Rogers. What happened when he reveals his true feelings for you before you leave on an undercover mission? By the time you return from the mission, you’ve missed the events of Civil War. What happens when you come home and most of your friends are gone? And when they return?
Pairings : No official pairings yet, but Steve Rogers x reader, Johnny Storm x reader, Tony stark x reader, avengers x reader.
Warnings : swearing, angst,tiny bit of fluff
Italics are memories , & bold is the readers thoughts
Johnny doesn’t ask any questions, just holds you hand as the elevator descends. As soon as you’re both out in the cool New York air, your demeanor shifts from gloomy to devious. You turn, sending Johnny a smirk.
“Let’s get this party started, Sparky!“ You excitedly say as you approach is motorcycle. He chuckles, following you and hands you a helmet. You slip it over your head and speed off.
Johnny takes you to the bar you both usually go to when you have a night out, Night Owl. You always laugh at the lame name but the bar is always fun with him. As you head in, you notice it’s more busy than usual. You eye the bodies on the dance floor, watching the way they move together so sexually. Jesus, do they know they are in public? Johnny pulls you towards the bar, starting your night off with five shots of Tequila.
Drinks keep showing up in front of you, either from guys sending them over or Johnny being a little shit and telling the bartender to keep them coming. Damn it, Storm. Before you know it, you completely bypass the tipsy stage and land right in the drunk zone. The bar keeps filling with people, pushing you closer to Johnny. He slides his arm around your waist keeping you anchored at his side so he doesn’t lose you in the crowd. As you both down another shot, the song switches to something familiar. You can’t remember the name but the beat grabs your attention. You turn to Johnny, trailing your hand over his chest. He raises his eyebrow at you but doesn’t stop your antics.
“What do you say Storm, you up for a dance?” He laughs, grabbing your hand and guiding you through the crowd to the center of the dance floor. He pulls your body against his, leaving no space. You gasp as your chest pushes against his as his hands grip your waist. You both begin moving to the music, your bodies moving in sync with each other. You whirl your body around, pressing your back to his chest. You think you hear a moan from him but you ignore it, starting to grind your ass against him to the music. His grip tightens on your hips and he moves his mouth to your ear, sending chills down your spine when he grazes it.
“I didn’t know you liked dancing, babe,” he says into your ear. You lean your head back against his shoulder and place your hand over one of his at your waist, pushing you against him harder. You can feel his clearly hard dick pressing into your ass and this time the moan comes from you. You dance against him for a few songs until you’re both over heated.
He leads you back to the bar and orders the both of you waters as you check your phone, not believing how late it is.
“Johnny, it’s 2am already!” you tell him as he hands you your water. He sends you a smirk then downs his water.
“You ready to get out of here, princess?” You roll your eyes at the pet name.
“Yeah, let’s go.”
You head out, but when the cold air hits you both you realize how drunk you are. There’s no way Johnny can drive a motorcycle now.
“Alright, let’s find a cab,” you sigh, but he grabs your hand stopping you.
“Orrrrrrrr we can walk back my place and just stay there tonight.” He points his thumb over his shoulder and you can see the Baxter building (Home of the Fantastic 4) within walking distance.
“Fine, but you’re giving me a piggyback ride, human douche.” Your tone is nothing but playful. Johnny crouches down and you jump onto his back. He starts walking towards his building as you rest your head against his.
“You know, when we get home you can have a different kind of ride.” You giggle then flick his ear.
“Behave yourself, Storm. Or I’m going to stay with Ben, ” you threaten. Johnny scoffs and mumbles to himself. His and Ben’s relationship is a bit rocky. No pun intended. He teases Ben about being ‘The Thing’ and his orange, stoney appearance constantly. Their friendship consists of pranks, arguments, and sometimes loving moments. You get along with the entire team: Ben, Sue Storm-Richards, and Reed Richards. They’re just like a slightly altered version of your Avenger family.
When you guys finally get up to his floor, he sets you down. You both go straight to his room, exhaustion from the night setting in. He goes in his draws, flinging a pair of flannel pants and a black t-shirt at you. He grabs clothes for himself and stays facing away from you to change. You blush when he takes off his shirt, quickly turning to give him the same privacy he gave you. You begin changing, pulling his shirt over your head, and as you go to step into the pants you hear a long whistle come from behind you. You snap your head up, catching Johnny’s eyes trailing over you panty-clad ass.
“So that’s what was pressing against me… can’t say I imagined anything less perfect.”
You blush and pull up the pants and flick him off. You both fall into his bed, moaning as your bodies hit the mattress. He shuts his lights off and turns his body away from you. As you’re about to fall asleep, his voice startles you.
“Aren’t you going to be the big spoon?” You laugh but move you body to his. You wrap your arms around his waist, curving your body flush against his.
“Goodnight, princess,” you whisper. He begins to reply but you nuzzle your face into his back and pass out.
When you both wake up the next morning, you go to the bar to retrieve his bike and he takes you back to the tower. You leave him with a kiss on the cheek before walking towards the doors. You hear footsteps nearing you and familiar voices appear with them. They would be getting back at the same damn time. What did I do to deserve this? Bucky, Steve and Sam join you while you’re waiting for the elevator. You look to all of them, taking in their sweaty, hot as hell appearance. Damn it Y/n, stop it. You’re mad at him, stop ogling his sweaty, beautiful body. You shake out of your mind when the elevator dings and you all file in. You stay towards the front as they stand behind you.
“Walk of Shame, Y/n?” Sam playfully asks as he pokes your side.
“Don’t be jealous Sammy, I still have enough attention for you babe.” You send him a wink, causing him to blush. Bucky smiles, watching the interaction, but Steve just glares at your clothes.
“Besides, can’t be a walk of shame if nothing scandalous happened, Wilson.” The elevator dings on your floor and you walk out of the elevator and straight to your room. You flop into your bed, thoughts of Steve swirling around. A knock on your door saves you from your own mind.
“It’s open,” you say, leaning up on your elbows. Wanda enters, still in her pajamas.
"Did you just get home?” she asks as she lays next to you.
“Yeah, I ended up crashing at Johnny’s last night. It was closer the bar we went to.”
“So that man, Johnny Storm, is he your boyfriend?” she questions hesitantly. You snort at her assumption.
“No, he’s just a friend. I was going to introduce you but I just - I needed to get out of here last night…“
"I understand, but aren’t you going to at least talk to Steve. Y/n, he-”
“Kissed another woman after telling me he loves me. I don’t care what he has to say Wanda, he actions say everything.”
You both go silent, neither of you know what to say now.
“You up for breakfast?” she breaks the silence.
“Hell yeah! I’m going to change real quick then let’s go make some waffles!” You leap out of your bed and switch Johnny’s pajamas for your own. You tug on your pajama shorts and your usual sleep shirt. It was a navy blue Brooklyn shirt Steve gave to you a while ago. You sigh, grabbing Wanda’s hand and dragging her to the kitchen. You both shuffle around, grabbing all the ingredients for waffles. You have FRIDAY play music and you both start dancing as you cook. You end up with four giant plates stacked with waffles.
“FRIDAY, alert the team there is waffle please.” The AI does as you ask and soon the kitchen is buzzing with conversation between the team. You all sit around the table eating and laughing. You hear the elevator door ding.
“Honey, I’m home!” Johnny? You abandon your waffles and meet him halfway.
“What are you doing here?”
“Maybe I missed you.” You fake gag at him. He laughs then pulls your phone from his pocket and hands it to you.
“Figured this wouldn’t be any good to you from my apartment.” How did I forget my phone? You wrap your arms around his shoulders in a tight hug.
“You’re a lifesaver, Johnny. I don’t care what your sister says about you,” you joke. He rolls his eyes, but before he can make a retort you ask if he wants to join you for breakfast.
“No, my sister needs me to try out a theory Reed has about my powers. I just didn’t want you to be phoneless.”
“Don’t set anyone on fire this time, alright?” you warn, remembering the last time he was testing his flames with Reed. Before you sit down, a hand swats your ass. And not just any hand, a burning hand.
“Ow! Damn it, Johnny! That the third pair of shorts!” You fan the smoke from his handprint seared into your shorts. Johnny is already running out of the kitchen but you chuck a waffle at his head, successfully (but barely) hitting the back of his head.
“Bye guys!” he yells from the elevator. You roll your eyes and sit back down. When you look up, all eyes are on you. Questioning looks and smirks are all you see.
“You and Hot Head, huh?” Clint asks as he stuffs a waffle In his mouth.
“It’s not like that. Johnny just - he’s a good friend. What was I supposed to do? You all left. I’m way too needy and Tony wasn’t giving me enough attention.” you shrug, receiving laughs from them. Steve looks slightly relieved, making you angry. What right does he have? Shouldn’t he be screwing Sharon by now? Wanda shoots you a glare as she hears your thoughts. You send her a ‘whoops’ face. You volunteer to do dishes, so as everyone leaves you begin gathering the plates.
“Let me help.” Captain Manners always trying to help a damsel. You roll your eyes at the offer.
“I’m a big girl, I think I can handle doing the dishes alone, Steve.”
“I’m not saying you can’t, I’m saying you don’t have to.” You sigh, dropping the plates angrily into the sink.
“Steve, just stop. Stop doing whatever you’re trying to do.” You lean yourself against the counter across from him.
He pinches the bridge of his nose. “Just let me explain Y/n, it’s not-”
“You don’t need to. I wasn’t your girlfriend, you can kiss whoever you want Rogers. I’m not your fucking keeper,” you spit out.
He moves forward, caging you between his arms and the counter. Your eyes go wide as you look to his.
"How are you so fucking hard headed!?”
“It’s a gift, really.” you sass back. You see a mischievous look flash in his eyes. Oh boy, what is he up to?
“Fine, you said I could kiss whoever I want?” You raise your eyebrow at him, not understanding what his angle is. His hand moves to cradle your cheek, pulling your face closer to his. For a second, you let the feeling of missing him get the best of you but then you snap out of it. As his lips are about to touch yours, you place both hands on his chest and push him back.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” His mouth opens but you aren’t about to listen to his shit.
"You really are something else, Steve Rogers. You think after telling me you love me and kissing someone else, you can just waltz back in here, kiss me and everything will be alright?“ you yell. You didn’t notice Bucky and Sam re-enter the kitchen.
“No! Fuck you, Steve. You were my best friend. I was content with being just that. You’re the one that told me you love me, you’re the one that kissed me, you’re the one that chose to kiss Sharon Fucking Carter. Not only did you just lose my respect, but you lost our friendship.” You storm past Bucky and Sam.
“I hope she was worth it!” you yell over your shoulder.
You stay in your room for most of the afternoon, the mornings events on repeat in your head. You called Johnny right after leaving Steve in the kitchen and told him what happened. He offered to set Steve’s motorcycle on fire, but you declined (even though you both knew you wanted to say yes). Now you’re just staring at your ceiling, debating what to do with the rest of the day. FRIDAY’s voice appears, making you squeal from the shock.
“Agent Y/n, your presence is being requested in the communal kitchen in five minutes for a team meeting.” A meeting in the kitchen? What’s the point in having a conference/meeting room, Stark? Whatever.
“FRIDAY, what is the meeting concerning?”
“I’m not at liberty to say but Secretary Ross will be attending.” Ross. Oh this is going to be a blast.
Since the events resulting from the Accords, you’ve been itching to get your hands on Ross. The man chased after an innocent man, imprisoned your friends, and while containing them he mistreated them, mainly Wanda. Anger swims through your body at the thought of Wanda being restrained and, from what you hear, muzzled for awhile.
You get up, changing out of your pajamas into your usual ripped jeans and a tee. You grab one of your throwing knives from your drawer and hide it in your back pocket. Never know what can happen.
You leave your room and head to the kitchen ready to rip Ross apart.
You enter the kitchen, keeping your face emotionless, and see the rest of the team is already present. Everyone seems tense which is understandable.
“Alright, now that everyone’s here, let’s get started!” Tony says, clapping his hands together. Ross steps forward now, a stern look on his features
“You’re probably wondering why I wanted to meet in the kitchen. I wanted a less… stressful mood and the conference room didn’t seem to give that.” You roll your eyes but continue listening.
“I’m here to discuss the return of the team. Since you’re in the states now you have rules to follow.” He pulls out a few papers and places his glasses on.
“Rule number one: Barnes is not to attend missions alone. We cannot risk him compromising a mission if something triggers his…other personality.” He is really going to single Bucky out? This sounds like a different form of Accords. You release a dry laugh, pulling his eyes to yours. As you go to open your mouth, it seems Steve beats you to it.
“Even after everything, after proving Bucky is innocent, you have the nerve to make rules against him?” You can tell by his tone and the way his hands are fisted at his side that he’s barely containing his anger. And the show begins. Get him, Rogers.
“He’s a risk, Rogers. Anything could set him off. You’re biased when it comes to this, don’t you think?” Ross argues, pulling another laugh from you.
"Is something funny, Agent?“ You smile.
"You think Steve is bias then what about me? I don’t even know him.” You look to Bucky, then continue, “You have to nerve to single out Barnes after he was wrongly accused in the first place? His mind was cleared of the trigger words, so what’s the problem? He is a war hero and a victim. We should be helping him, not singling him out and excluding him. That rule is such bull sh-”
“Y/n-” Steves captain voice sends chills through you. Fuck, I love when he uses that voice. Damn it, focus. How is he managing to stay level headed? I don’t even fucking know Barnes and I’m about to explode for him. You send Steve a look silently telling him now isn’t the time to hold back.
He appears to get your message, his posture gets even straighter as he confronts Ross.
“She’s right, you’re making it sound like the tiniest thing is going to set him off. The doctors worked incredibly hard to make sure that doesn’t happen. The chances of him slipping are barely higher than any of ours. So why don’t you take these rules and rethink them before you step into our home and demand such offensive things, Secretary,” Steve says, holding Ross’s attention.
You move, standing next to Steve, arms crossed over your chest. Even though you are still sticking to what you said earlier about the friendship being gone, you have to stick by him to protect Bucky.
“You heard the Captain. Pack your papers up, the doors that way.” You point in the direction of the elevators.
Ross seems to snap.
"Control your girlfriend, Rogers, before she gets herself into trouble.” He turns to glare at you. “Do I need to remind you that you didn’t sign the Accords either, Y/n? You should have been thrown in jail with the rest of them.“ That’s it, gloves are off.
You slam your hands against the table,
"What are you going to do Ross, put me in restraints and muzzle me like you did to Wanda? Or let your guards throw me around like they did to Sam? These rules are shit. Who are you make these? I don’t see you out there risking your ass to save the world, so why don’t you take your rules and shove them up your ass." You turn to leave but Ross starts up again.
"They broke the law, they deserved to be there. Being heroes doesn’t exclude you from following laws. Restraining Miss Maximoff was a necessary precaution, she is a danger-” You whip yourself around, throwing your knife and embedding it the wall next to Ross’s head.
Everyone’s eyes are wide. Steve is behind you within seconds, his arm around your waist pulling you back. You glance over your team, taking in the tears in Wanda’s eyes and what you think to be a look of gratefulness on Bucky’s face.
“Calm down, don’t give him the satisfaction, Doll.” Steve says, is lips close to your ear. You feel his grip tightening like he knows you’re going to lunge. You know the action wasn’t meant to be so intimate, it was suppose to stop you killing Ross; but Steve made it seem a lot more than that. You feel him move closer to your ear again, but you shoulders tense at the action and you push out of his grip. Because that didn’t feel weird. His words calm you, but not enough.
“I’m not going to warn you again. Take your papers and get out,” you growl. Ross leaves the papers on the table but moves to leave.
“This isn’t over,” he threatens as he passes you.
You’re damn right this isn’t over.
Request: Being the cousin of Ashton Irwin was exciting, especially when invited to their tour to hang out with his best friends. You found yourself becoming fond of Calum Hood, who finds you annoying from your constant appearance. But what would happen if you stopped giving him that attention?
Word Count: 3k+
A/N: Hope you guys enjoy this part as well! let me know what you all think and lets try to get each part to 100 notes, yeah? if they reach 100 notes, I’ll write another part. if they don’t, it’ll just be delayed. xx
Night had finally arrived, and you were quickly settled in. The boys had shown you to your room, which they boasted it to be the largest room of the suite. You removed your day clothes and slipped on some black leggings and a baggy, white t-shirt. You were residing on one of the large couches with Michael while Luke and Ashton were playing ping pong nearby.
A/N: Heh, I know I am like four months late on MM requests. But, I take a lot of time to make sure these fics are good for you guys. This one for Jumin Han (My bae~). They wanted fluffy smut.
Jumin liked watching her sleep, he liked the way her
chest slowly rose and fell. He liked the way her hair became frizzy and flew
everywhere. But, what Jumin liked the most…. Was her pajamas. She was a fan of
shorts and a tank top, exposing the skin he would love to mark, if given the
chance. Jumin wanted everything in his life to be precise, perfect, and timed
well. It’s what made him a fantastic businessman. He didn’t want to rush what
he had with Y/N, he wanted her to be able to understand how much he cared for
her, that he was learning all he could to be the best boyfriend she could ever
Even if that meant forcing himself to be patient. When it
came to Y/N, everything flew out the window. His self-control for one thing, he
loathed how she made his body ache, his heart race, and his head muddled. One
word from her and he was ready to do anything for her. He wanted her. In every
sense of the word. He wanted her to be his. Only his. But, he was content to
wait. Like a lion teasing its prey. So, he waited, watching her sleep.
It’s days before he can fully set his plan in motion. He
is almost guilty, leaving her at home all the time. But, it only strengthens
his resolve, his need to be with her. Jumin waited all day, even going as far
as to ignore her texts. Trying to build up any sort of tension he could for
himself, some form of self-control. He knew that it made him seem like a dick.
He just didn’t care. Even Jaehee had something to say about the matter, but he
brushed her off. Jumin promptly ended his day at 5:00pm, surprising all his
colleagues and headed home. He swung the door to his penthouse open, his breath
catching as he saw her.
Y/N was sprawled out on the couch, a large novel in hand,
and Elizabeth the 3rd curled on her lap. She was engrossed in the
story, not even noticing him until Elizabeth the 3rd meowed,
signaling that Jumin had arrived home.
“Jumin, you’re home early.” She was surprised, her eyes
widening in delight. She gently shifted her weight, getting up from the couch
and walking over to him. She was so much shorter than him and it was endearing.
Y/N wrapped her arms around Jumin, his hand reaching out to stroke her hair.
“Did you see the clothes laid out for you in the
bedroom?” Jumin looked at her sweetly, Nel shook her head.
“I’ve been reading all day; I haven’t been in the
bedroom.” He kissed her forehead and chuckling. She was too cute.
“I am taking you out tonight, let’s go out to eat.” He
suggested, Y/N eyed him suspiciously. He never suggested leaving the penthouse.
Jumin preferred to do everything at home, if Y/N was with him he seemed to be
content. Either way, getting her out of the house for even a few hours would
allow the rest of his plan to be set in motion. “How about a picnic?”
“Okay?” She poised a question, confused. Though, she
would not be opposed to a night out with Jumin, she just assumed there were
ulterior motives. Jumin meant everything to her and she did love him. She
however, knew that he tended to be a little extravagant. Y/N was not someone who
liked to be spoiled, she always preferred to spend for others and expect
nothing in return. Being with Jumin challenged her comfort zone.
“Go get dressed, I’ll meet you out here in ten minutes.”
His voice was smooth like bittersweet chocolate. She nodded and retreated into
the bedroom, a beautiful dress was laid out over the bed, it was ivory in
color, with lace trim around the neck. She slipped it on and pulled her hair
into a ponytail, not sure whether he wanted her to be overly formal. The dress
seemed casual though, especially since he was suggesting a picnic. When she
remerged Jumin gave her a warm smile taking her hands in his.
“You look exquisite,” Jumin murmured, eyes searching
hers. Y/N blushed. They walked out of the penthouse, his hand never leaving
hers. His phone vibrated once, he used his other hand to check, making sure to
obscure the phone from Y/N’s view. His team had gone into the penthouse and
begun the preparations. They journeyed onward, enjoying each other’s company
until nightfall. To which he took her home.
“Jumin, you’re acting strangely.” Y/N stated looking up
at him in the car on the way home. He smiled at her and shook his head.
“I’m behaving quite normally Y/N,” He kissed her forehead
before pulling away. Y/N pursed her lips. Jumin was always overly affectionate
towards her, he was being distant… holding himself back and that concerned her.
When they returned to the penthouse Y/N was shocked at the amount of detail
that went into what was waiting. Roses strewn about the house, candles, and a
bowl of cherries. Which confused her slightly. Cherries were her favorite
fruit. Though, she had no idea the extent to what Jumin had in store for her.
Jumin gave her a coy smile, setting hi jacket down on the armchair beside her
and wrapping his arms around her shoulders. “Do you like it?”
“Jumin, it’s gorgeous.” She breathed leaning back into
his touch. “But, what’s the occasion?” Jumin picked up a cherry from the bowl
and bit the morsel, pulling the stem out and twirling it in his fingers before
discarding it. He grabbed another cherry and offered it to her. Y/N took the
cherry from him.
“I told you, everything would have had to be carefully
“What…” She trailed off confused, before she felt his
grip move to her waist. It clicked in her head then. The sudden realization
that they would both get to have each other. Be with each other. She shivered
in excitement. Jumin pushed her hair to the side nuzzling her neck and placing
a kiss on the skin there. Y/N turned to look at the taller male. A smirk graced
his lips, Y/N ran her fingers over his cheek. He leaned into her touch before
leaning down to kiss her lips softly. His hands were at her hips, lifting her
up as he walked to their bedroom.
kissed her still, trying his best to breathe through his nose and keep an eye
on where he was going. Y/N tasted of cherries and wine, his heart fluttered in
his chest and she pulled away; a gasp leaving her while her hands gripped his shoulders.
Jumin set her down gently on his bed, his hands undoing the knot on his tie.
The look on his face was predatory, though it held a softness to it as well. Y/N
swallowed thickly, watching as he kicked his loafers off and rolled the sleeves
of the navy-blue dress shirt up. Y/N had already taken her shoes off, unsure of
what to do. He seemed appeased just looking at her. She continued to watch as
Jumin removed his tie, the silky material glided off his collar and he tossed
it onto the floor.
“Do you like watching me?” He questioned, a smirk
befalling his features. Y/N nodded slowly and he chuckled at her wide-eyed
expression. She looked so pure, so innocent sitting there, lip caught between
her lip and cheeks tinged red. He reveled in the feeling, that surge of white
hot arousal that moved through his chest and down to his cock. “Will you take
off your clothes for me Y/N?” Jumin poised the question sweetly, even though it
was more of a command and she listened to him. Stripping down to her barest
form for him. Jumin nearly preened at the sight, removing his own clothes after
she did. He kneeled in front of her.
“Jumin…” Her voice was barely above a whisper and his eyes
met hers. A smile graced his face and he placed a hand on her cheek, pulling
her close to kiss her. Y/N grasped at his hair and yanked herself close to him,
tongue tracing over his lips. He slid her up the bed, lips detaching from hers
and moving along her neck and down her chest. She watched with hooded lids as
his lips ghosted down to her cunt. Y/N tipped her head back and let out a sharp
burst of air. Jumin laved at her clit, one hand sliding back up her torso to
twist at a hardened nipple. Y/N cried out hand muffling the sound and Jumin
worked that much harder to get her to come on his tongue. He drove a finger
into her slowly, working her up until she arched her back with a hoarse cry.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” Jumin rose from his position,
hand pumping his cock twice before he reached into the bedside drawer for a
condom. Y/N grabbed his hand replacing it with her own and causing him to
pause. Jumin groaned, head falling forward and Y/N pumped his cock fervently,
spreading pre-come all around the head of his cock before pulling away. Jumin
let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding in and fumbled with the
condom. Y/N laid back against the satin white sheets of their shared bed and he
nearly came from the sight alone. Jumin crawled between her spread legs,
sliding his cock up her slit, teasing her before sliding inside her.
“Jumin, move… please.” She whimpered, eyes fluttering
close. Only then did he move, rocking slowly inside her and whispering how much
he loved her into her ear. She met his slow thrusts, hands gripping his back as
she begged for him to move faster. He wasn’t going to last. Jumin acquiesced
her request, the room filled with a cacophony of sounds. Jumin’s hips roughly
slapped against her, his left hand held her hip, while his right hand moved to
toy with her clit. She tightened around him, making him cry out loudly. He didn’t
try and hide his moans, hide his pleasure as he spilled into the condom. Jumin
rolled his hips into her still, riding out his orgasm as he determinedly moved
his fingers against her clit. Y/N came with a silent scream, whole body
tensing. Jumin pulled out of her and disposed of the used condom. He brought a
warm washcloth back into the room and ran it over her skin, cleaning her up and
kissing her temple.
“I love you, I made it perfect for you.” Jumin murmured into
her skin as he curled up next to her. Their breathing soothing each other to
@ohmypageet requested: Hey! I wanna ask you ‘bout if you write song fics or not. If you do can you write negan x reader one with the song “I don’t wanna live forever” (by Zayn and Taylor Swift)
Character(s): Negan and Reader Summary: Negan realizes the truth to the saying, “you never know what you have until you’ve lost it.” When you, one of his wives, decide to leave him, you wonder if you’ve made the right decision and Negan starts to question if he should have let you go in the first place. Word Count: 3,208 Warning: Angst (kinda)??? Author’s Note: All right. I have listened to this song multiple times and @ohmypageet, thank you so so much for sending this request in. It definitely took me out of my comfort zone and I loved writing this story! It also shows a different side of Negan that we all know he’s capable of having ;-). So, here’s to my first attempt at a songfic, and I hope you enjoy it! :-)
I love Manorian too much to not write it. I tried a new writing technique for this one, so it may not be up to par. Either way though I hope you all enjoy it!
Characters: Manon and Dorian
Summary: Manon and Dorian prepare to go to bed, however like most things, there is always a sass-filled standoff before such a thing can occur.
“I won’t lie; your clothes look fantastic on me.”
Dorian watched from behind with an amused expression as
Manon examined herself in the mirror. One of his navy blue button-up shirts
hung loosely around her svelte frame, dipping below her waist just slightly. Of
course, with Manon being Manon, the first three buttons at the top were undone
to be more than a little revealing. A pair of his matching blue pajama pants barely
clung around her waist, the pant legs pooling at her feet. Even with the pant
strings drawn completely they were still only a few hip sways away from sliding
right on off. Not that Dorian minded, of course.