Warnings: Language, Violence, Some Angst, Some Fluff
A/N: Written for @dancingalone21 ‘s funny quote challenge. My quote was: “That attitude right there. That’s why I always got the extra cookie.” Also written for @just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms Shit My Patient’s Say challenge. I used a ton of quotes from that one. They’re all bolded.
A/N 2: Unbeta’d and unedited. Probably a shit ton of mistakes. My bad.
A/N 3: Most/All of the stories in here aside from being robbed (at gunpoint anyway) have happened to me in my career. More than once. Fun times.
left your 12 and a half hour shift at the pharmacy over 30 minutes late. Some
asshole had decided to wait until 9:00 to come get their prescription filled
that they needed right that second. Of course, they’d had the prescription in
their hand for over three weeks. Not that you could turn them down. Your district
manager would surely find out and chew your ass out for it the next day.
your bags and sliding out of your car you realized Dean wasn’t home yet either.
Your husband’s Impala was nowhere to be seen. Ever since he’d taken a job as an
FBI agent, he’d been working crazy hours too. The two of you barely saw each
other anymore and it sucked. Sighing, you trudged into the house and dropped
your stuff, kicking off your shoes. You made your way into the kitchen,
grabbing all the junk food you could find and a bottle of Captain Morgan before
throwing yourself in a heap on the couch.
were mindlessly watching TV when Dean came home, discarding his jacket and tie
before he lifted your legs and sat down, resting your legs in his lap. “Rough
gave you that idea?”
completely eaten bag of chips, the leftover ketchup on the plate where you
probably had a frozen cheeseburger, oh and the uh…half drunk bottle of Captain
Morgan that was totally full yesterday.” Dean pointed to the bottle in your
hand and you rolled your eyes, sarcastically scoffing into the air.
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.
You’ve been arguing with Dean this time around more than usual.
It was of course for nothing.
Him letting his socks next to the pile of dirty clothes instead to put them on the pile, you not closing properly the toothpaste, him not completely cleaning after he shave, you not always hanging his shirts the way they should.
Small nothings that get you on each other nerves simply because you didn’t have a monster or two to kill and get rid of the extra energy.
Graves: We are not moving to Chicago for like a million reasons Credence: But Percy, pizza. Graves: There’s pizza in New York Credence: Right. Thanks, Percy, you’re so good at reminding me where pizza is
(Parks and Recreation; season 6, episode 21: Moving Up)
yall my heart is rly gonna break, monsta x always work so hard and improve each comeback because not only do they want to better themselves and their music, they also feel like they can’t disappoint fans (which is impossible really, they’ve never disappointed us) and to hear that all they want now is a nomination instead of a win is so terribly sad because it’s really on us as fans to give them those things and it’s definitely not too much to ask of us considering all of the hard work they’ve put into their careers and the love and trust they’ve given us. really, all i can think of is that one vlive during rush promotions where they were telling us it’s their fault they didn’t get a win and how sorry they were and how they’ll work even harder and it makes me want to cry now just thinking about it because it’s never their fault. it also just makes me worry because how hard do they have to be on themselves to feel like not getting a fan-voted award is their fault??
i know they have plenty more years to come but they deserve this long-awaited win NOW!!! this comeback is evidence of the amount of effort and care they’ve all put into the album as a whole and i really think it’s the best comeback they’ve had so far. can we just applaud the fact that their first full album is absolutely amazing?? they’ve never released one bad song but this album really hits it out of the park! ‘beautiful’ is an amazing song and has stunning choreo, it deserves all the hype it gets. plus, i feel like this first win will give them the recognition and validation they deserve. they put so much pressure on themselves, this win could ease some of their worries about how they’re doing as a group and show how much we care.
can you just imagine they finally get their first win??? on a song from their first album??? JUST BEFORE THEY HIT THEIR 2-YEAR MARK???? i know we have a few odds stacked against us so please, monbebes, i hope we can pull it off this time and give them a win. fans of other groups, i hope you can give our boys a chance to at least check out their music and see why we love them so much, or just help us out with streaming and voting because we are a kinda small fandom and only have about 4 weeks before they stop promoting ‘beautiful’. please, let’s do this for them.
A/N:So my son Rylington came home from school today with the typical signs of an oncoming cold. Being a medic I had a feeling he wasn’t going to go back tomorrow morning. Towards the end of tonight, he spiked a fever, sealing my professional opinion. All my mind has been consumed with is making sure my little boy will be okay (every parent on here would share their sympathies I’m sure lol) Writing always makes me happy, and that’s how this fic was born. Expect at least 3 parts. Hell maybe I could even make this into a full blown series. I always get carried away when writing!
Word Count: 636
Featuring: Family fluff, sick children angst, parents being cute with each other lol (didn’t really want to call them warnings)
Summary: “The Life” long in Baby’s rear-view mirror, Sam and Dean both settled down, now proud husbands and fathers. Dean ended up married Lisa, now runs his own mechanic shop, and he and Lisa gave Ben a little sister named Sabrina. Sam married you, was able to finish his law degree and runs his own law firm, and through your womb he gave you three bustling little boys named Al, Leo, and Ricky. Al comes home sick one day. You and Sam do your best to deal with it when all three boys end up sick.
A cough was nothing to you.
But it doesn’t always go away. Sometimes it turns into other nasty things.
Al was sent home early from school that day, and you had a feeling it was going to turn into the latter. A notice was sent home from your boys’ school saying the flu was going around. So you knew there was a possibility he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.
“Mama, I don’t feel good” Al whined from the couch, a untouched NutriGrain bar in his hand, laying down watching cartoons.
“I know sweetie.” you replied from the kitchen. You were still trying to clean up the mess that had progressively grown over the last few days. You hated doing dishes and only did them when you ran out of cups and plates. “Your brothers should be getting off the school bus anytime now.” as you spoke, you could hear the sound of a bus applying it’s breaks and children laughing. If the sidewalk by your driveway wasn’t a bus stop, you would’ve been out there waiting for your two younger children to get off. Al was 8 and in 2nd grade, Ricky was 6 and in 1st, and Leo was 4 ½ and in preschool. They were good boys who took after their father’s academic excellence, yet had their Uncle Dean’s mischievous streak on occasion. You’d received a parent teacher conference summons when Al played a prank on a female classmate, resulting in her being sent to the nurse’s office for playground sand in her eyes.
You heard the door open around the same time Sam’s Charger was pulling into the driveway. The boys ran in chasing each other and laughing. Sam followed not too far behind them. All three kids ran up their father and tackled him to the floor, Sam laughing all the way down, holding up his arms in surrender. You came out of the kitchen to greet the handsome men in your life.
“Hi sweetie.” Sam said, getting up to kiss you, causing your sons to groan audibly. You and Sam shared a smile. “How was your day?”
“Eventful, to say the least. The kitchen and dining room are now as spotless as they can be, all the boys’ sheets are in the dryer, and Al came home with a congested cough.” A look of concern came across Sam’s face as he turned to see his oldest son crawling back on the couch, it being clear he exerted what little energy he had left joining his brothers in ambushing their dad.
Sam approached the couch. “Hey sport, how you feeling?”
“Awful, dad.” he laid back down but this time in Sam’s lap. Sam placed a hand gently on his forehead and his concerned look grew.
“Gee kid, you’re on fire.”
“I’ve already called Dr. Schwarts,” you said as you were walking back towards the kitchen. “she said to keep him home from school and keep the fluids coming, give children’s Advil as needed.”
“Okay. Ricky, Leo, try and play among yourselves for the rest of today. Your big brother’s sick,” Sam said to the younger boys.
“But I like germs. Icky things are cool!” Leo exclaimed. Ricky made a face. You were thankful one of your messy boys was something of a germaphobe.
But they obeyed their father and went to play outside. Some of the neighborhood kids were outside too. Sam got out of his business suit and changed into a T-shirt that showed off his incredibly ripped upper body and a pair of jeans and sandals. He followed the boys outside to watch them while you finished wiping down the counters. After putting the spray bottle away you went to the couch where Al had fallen asleep and took the cereal bar from him, covering him with a flat sheet.