Summary: Bucky and Y/N have been fairly successful at keeping their relationship hidden from the rest of the Avengers. That is… until Nat walks into the kitchen one night and finds Bucky kissing Y/N. While Y/N is relieved that their relationship is out in the open it soon becomes more complicated than she could have ever imagined.
Author’s Notes: 500 follower celebration! Thanks to the lovely @melconnor2007 for requesting it! I hope you enjoy it. Sorry it’s coming out in multiple parts – I seriously can’t write anything short!
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I woke up the following morning and stretched lazily. When
my fingers didn’t find Bucky’s body beside mine I peaked through my lashes – a sudden
surge of disappointment running through my body. I spied a note on the
nightstand and stretched my arm out to grab it. It was written in Bucky’s hand
– and hastily. “Y/N – Have a mission with Steve and Sam. Will take a few days
at least. Didn’t want to wake you – B” I laid back down with a huff. I wished
he had woken me up, but it didn’t matter now.
I rolled out of bed and headed to the shower where I quickly
rinsed off. As I pulled on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt I wondered to myself
if Nat would be up for a workout this early in the morning. I decided that it
was worth a shot and made my way out of my room and down the hallway as I
pulled my wet hair into a messy bun. Once I reached Nat’s door I knocked and
waited for an answer. When she opened the door she seemed surprised – I was
obviously not the person she was expecting which seemed odd since we were close
friends. “I was wondering if you wanted to go to the gym with me?” I asked
casually. For some reason her reaction was really rubbing me the wrong way.
“Um… yeah… sure. Let me just grab my things really quick,” she
had a hard time faking her enthusiasm as she answered but quickly grabbed her
things and followed me down the hallway to the elevator. I sighed to myself
internally – I was already regretting asking her to come with me. I couldn’t
quite put my finger on what was wrong with our interactions, but they made me
We entered the gym and headed towards the mat. Nat and I
were about neck-in-neck on our hand-to-hand combat and only ever trained with
each other because of it. As we started sparring she broke from me and danced
around the mat. “So you and Barnes?” She tried to ask it casually, but I could
immediately tell it was forced.
I sighed heavily. “Listen Nat, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you
about it. We agreed to not tell anyone – Steve didn’t even know. We wanted to
test it out, before… well you know…” I shrugged awkwardly. This was definitely
not what I had in mind when I had asked her to come with me.
We lapsed into silence as we continued our sparring. I
noticed that Nat wasn’t pulling her punches like usual. “How long have you?”
She asked – cocking an eyebrow is question.
“How long have we what? Been whatever we are or been sleeping
with each other?” I asked as I placed my hands on my hips. I was getting more
than annoyed with her sudden interrogation with each passing second. “We’ve
been spending time together for the last five months. We slept together for the
first time last night,” I answered bluntly.
“Interesting,” she responded before jumping out of the way
of one of my kicks and returning a roundhouse kick that connected squarely with
my stomach – knocking the air from my lungs.
“What the fuck, Nat?” I asked angrily as I remained bent
over – trying to catch my breath.
“I guess I’m just surprised is all – seeing as we were
supposed to be friends,” she added angrily as she placed her hands on her hips
and glared at me.
“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about!” I shouted.
I had finally caught my breath and I was angry as hell at the way she was
“You know… I mean I never told you that Bucky and I had a
thing, but I assumed when he told you that you wouldn’t have pursued it any
further without talking to me. I guess I thought too much of you.” I was
completely caught off guard. I had never known about them. Nat must have read
my reaction pretty clearly. “Ah,” she smirked. “It’s because he didn’t tell
you. Let me guess – you both agreed you weren’t going to tell anyone because
you didn’t want to mess up the group dynamic so you kept it a secret, and he
never really indicated when you would actually tell any of us? He’d wait until
we were all asleep before sneaking into your room, and he’d leave before any of
us woke up? Sound familiar?” she asked angrily. I had never seen this side of
her before – she was being cruel and she was enjoying it. When I didn’t answer
she smirked to herself again. “I wondered why he had stopped visiting me late
at night…. Now that I think about it… it stopped about five months ago. He
would never explain himself when I asked… I guess it makes perfect sense now.
I’m sure he regretted not being able to have sex for five months though.”
She had finally gone too far. Her initial comments had
thrown me off balance, but now her hostility and cruelty had caused something
to snap inside of me. I had always been the calm, and silent one – never to
raise her voice in a time of stress. I think that is what caused her look of
surprise when my fist connected squarely with her nose causing a sickening
crack which signaled the gushing of blood from it.
“Fuck you,” I mumbled as I turned on my heel and stormed to
I wasn’t sure what I was going to do, but I knew for certain
that I needed to get the fuck out of the tower…. And it needed to happen as
soon as possible.
I wiped the tears from my face as I hastily packed my bags. Why
hadn’t he told me? Probably because he knew I would wonder if the same thing
that happened to Nat would happen to me. Or was he still seeing her when he
started pursuing me? My heart sank at the thought. I had been so happy last
night – so relieved that the truth was finally in the open and we didn’t have
to hide it. In reality, Bucky and I had never said that we were in a
relationship… It had just been implied to me. “You fucking idiot,” I muttered
to myself. Why had I thought that this would work? I was just the shiny new
girl on the team – eventually he would get bored with me and find someone new
or go back to Nat – I couldn’t compete with her in a million years. I felt sick
to my stomach. I had realized I was falling in love with Bucky months ago, but
I didn’t really admit it to myself openly until last night when I thought it
had been safe to do so. I grabbed my bags angrily from my bed, and left my room
– slamming the door behind me.
As the elevator
opened to the parking garage I knew exactly where I was going. My parents had
had a small cottage on the edge of a tiny coastal town in Maine. They had left
it to me when they had died. For years before I had joined the Avengers I had
found solace in my visits there. It would put distance between Bucky, and I – giving
me time to think. No one in the group really knew about it so I wouldn’t have
to worry about someone from the team knocking at my door. As I pulled out of
the parking garage and onto the busy New York streets I was desperate to get as
many miles as I could between me and the people I thought were my new family.
My phone buzzed in the passenger seat as I drove out of New
York City. I picked it up hastily to see “STARK” illuminating the screen. My
immediate impulse was to ignore it – I really didn’t want to talk to anyone,
but I knew if I didn’t answer Tony would be persistent in tracking me down and
showing up unannounced and unwelcome. It was the Stark way. I slid my finger
across the screen and held the phone to my ear.
“What Stark?” I tried to ask it casually, but it came out
too forced. It was obvious that I was upset. I had never been great at hiding
my emotions when I actually managed to get angry.
“Whatcha doing?” he asked casually.
“Driving,” I answered curtly.
“Where ya going?”
“Tony… I just need a few days to myself. I promise I will
keep a low profile and stay out of trouble,” I felt like a kid trying to plead
with my parents again. Part of me was annoyed, but part of me was relieved that
someone cared enough to ask.
Tony let out an exasperated sigh on the other end. “Fine…
Fine… just let me know if you need anything kid. We’ll see you in a few days,”
he replied before hanging up.
I sighed completely relieved. It would buy me some time to
be away without the constant barrage of Tony Stark’s questions. It left one last
phone conversation to have before turning off my phone. I dialed the number and
waited patiently until I heard the familiar voice.
“I need you – can you meet me at the cottage?” I asked
lays on the floor and sighs out my full lung capacity w the emotional force of a scream… not to be dramatic
im going to go deep under cool heavy mud/clay
ahhhh ok. can’t wait to see the $ show up when all these clothes and makeup returns go back lol
also i think im gonna do a ebt luxury food run bc its close to the end of the month and i have my necessities
&grateful for the angelic person letting me take up a room for a couple days to isolate and immerse myself in the school work!!!!!!
im gonna work on a playlist for it at infusion tmw. get new dex script weds. food shopoing, my very softest blankets, a bunch of starbux proteins and monster sunrises, lipstick mascara and spandex (helps me work??), strong peppermint gum… and the usual hw supplies including have i TOLD you about my great new pencil its soo comfy!! dr. grip.
.. ok i am keeping this hydrating mist though lol what can i say
Molly: Following a
kidnapping as a young teen, she wanted to protect herself the way
someone once protected her. What started with a simple self-defence
course turned into a life-long affinity for violence and a successful
run as an MMA fighter. Went off the grid and turned mercenary after
her father’s death at the hands of a disgruntled employee left her destitute and unable to pay for college.
Trevor: Never forgot that
time when the computer guy made him part of the team. Developed
hacking and technology skills to rival his idol, along with a healthy
problem with authority to match. It’s still the age of the geek,
Widmark: After his
step-father went to prison, life was a series of increasing challenges, but he never forgot his ability to make people believe in
him. When the only job in show business he could get was as a singing
waiter, he started to use his powers of persuasion and ability to reinvent himself for more
self-serving purposes. And so, a con-artist was born.
Josie: Turns out
landscaping is kind of boring when all you want to do is kick ass.
Returning to a life of crime and becoming one of the world’s greatest
thieves was much more her style.
Olivia: When fingered to take the fall for a crime she didn’t commit, CIA Agent Olivia Sterling leaves behind her career in espionage and cryptography - at least, as far as the agency is concerned - and disappears. She uses her contacts to assemble a motley crew of hustlers, felons, and thugs to track down and take out the corrupt organisation that set her up. But what started as revenge, a one-time gig, becomes so much more…
Amy: Art appraisal expert. Also Olivia’s ex. They met while consulting with Interpol as a favor to Director Sterling. Years and a somewhat-amicable break up later, Amy gets pulled into the crew’s schemes which, after years of friendship with a certain legendary thief, is practically old hat. She shows up every now and then to help out with jobs and to flirt with Josie, which drives Olivia mad. (Whether she is more jealous of Amy or Josie is anyone’s guess).
When Yuuri sat
him down on the couch, holding his hands lightly, almost protectively, Victor
knew something was up. The look on Yuuri’s face was serious and he was biting
down on his lip as if there was a secret he was trying really hard to keep from
spilling. Eyes flicking around nervously, he avoided looking at Victor at all
cost, which was honestly making Victor himself feel the telling clench of fear in
he asked carefully. “What is it? Are you okay?”
surprised at the sound of Victor’s voice, almost as if he forgot Victor was
even there. He flushed and looked down as he rushed on with apologies.
his nervousness giving way to worry. He pulled Yuuri down to sit right next to
him, refusing to let go of his now slightly trembling hands. Squeezing a
little, Victor smiled softly, wishing there was more he could do to quell
whatever fears Yuuri’s mind was making him believe in now.
you can tell me anything, Yuuri,” he said. “Whatever it is, we can
deal with it together.”
Yuuri took a
deep breath, and then another, and finally looked Victor in the eye.
he said slowly. “I’ve been thinking a lot recently, and I know that we’re
both really busy with practicing, but I just–” Yuuri paused, swallowed,
and after a shaky breath continued. Victor’s heart sunk, the bad feeling from
before returning to kick him with double the force. “I just think it’s
time? I– Look, it’s just a proposition, so you can say no, okay? I just… I
just thought it’d be nice, but if you–”
already on edge and Yuuri was spiralling further and further, so without giving
him a chance to completely turn around and withdraw, Victor cut in.
need to tell me what this is about before we can decide what to do,
right?” he reminded with a smile, a forced one, which both of them knew.
Yuuri flushed a
little in embarrassment. He tugged on the hands Victor was still holding, but
Victor refused to let go. Instead he fought down the fear curling in his chest
and lifted Yuuri’s hands up to kiss them both and smile encouragingly again.
Biting his lip,
Yuuri mumbled something. It was quiet, too quiet, and Victor completely missed
what was that?” he asked, cocking his head to the side.
deepened, but he repeated, slower and louder: “I said I want to get
over him like an Ice Bucket Challenge he’d done a few years ago and Victor felt
just as numb as he had back then.
thinking about breaking up, or separating, or getting another coach, or moving,
or admitting to being a thief, a murderer, a serial killer… He just wanted another dog.
Victor felt like
laughing. His stunned silence must have made Yuuri more nervous with every
passing second, because he twitched and shifted and then the words were spilling
out of his mouth in a flood Victor couldn’t stop.
if you don’t want to!” Yuuri rushed to say, clutching onto Victor’s hands
and squeezing. “Makkachin is old now and we need all the time we have to
care for him, but I just thought it’d be nice, for him too, to get a new one
Victor did the
only thing he could think of: he covered the distance between them and kissed
Yuuri soundly to hush him down. It worked like magic. Yuuri kissed him back
with no reluctance and Victor grinned into his lips.
it,” Victor said, joy spreading over him. “Let’s get another dog. Or
maybe two? So they won’t be bored when we’re not around? Makka is an old man
now, he might not want to play with the youngsters all the time, so it’s better
to have options.”
You’re okay with this?” Yuuri asked, a smile finally making its way onto
his face. His eyes brightened and looked up at Victor, beautiful and hopeful
Victor grinned, pulling Yuuri into a tight hug. “I wish I thought of this
first. Actually, how about we take three? Then we can name the smallest one
openly at that, nerves still rumbling somewhere low in his chest, but when he
pushed his cheek against Victor’s shoulder and took a deep breath, Victor could
see them uncurl their claws.
Yuuri agreed, resting his hands on the small of Victor’s back as he relaxed
fully into the embrace. “Let’s do that.”
(A/N): Holy crap it has been a long time, I want to start updating more frequently soon since my life is kind of being sorted out. I know, I’ve said that a million times already, but I think it’s finally true. Anyway, thanks for sticking around my loves!! To kick off my return, I wanted to leave you guys with this short Derek imagine! Enjoy
Warnings: Cuteness, lack of proofreading
“Y’know, you’re like a giant cinnamon roll,” you hum, snuggling into your boyfriend’s warm chest. The linen sheets clung to your body as the bed slightly rattled from the gentle movements.
“W-What?” Derek sputtered, his abdomen rumbling with a low chuckle. You feel his lips curl up against your forehead, causing a smile to peak at your own lips. “Are you hungry? I can go make you cinnamon rolls if you want.”
He began to sit up, but you were strong enough to heave him back to the mattress, given his lazy state. Shaking his head playfully, Derek wraps his arms around your shoulders and pulls you in close. You draped your leg over his waist, clinging onto him like a loving koala. He places a gentle hand over your knee cap, drawing gentle circles over the bare area. You returned to drawing aimless patterns on his built chest.
“So, tell me, (Y/N)… What are my cinnamon roll qualities?” Derek asks teasingly, pulling you out of your sleepy daze.
“Well, for one, you are always warm and cuddly,” you hum, letting your lips brush against his bare skin. He intakes a sharp breath, making you smirk as you let your hand roam further down his chest.
“And you have a tough exterior,” you murmur, poking at his solid abs, “But on the inside, you’re all gooey and sweet. And you always kind of smell like cinnamon.” You smile widely straddling his hips while leaning close to his lips, just centimeters from touching.
“You put a lot of thought into this,” Derek beams, his eyes falling to your lips momentarily.
“Well, I am craving cinnamon rolls so that helps my thought process,” you say, taking a deep breath. Closing the space between you, you feel a slight turn at your abdomen, but you push it to the back of your love-struck mind. As if to prove a point, your stomach growls loudly.
“I’ll be back in fifteen,” Derek says, gently cupping your chin before placing a slow kiss on your lips. He pulls away much too soon for your liking, leaving you breathless and hungry for more than the sweets you were about to receive.
Sidenote: Wattpad is pretty chill, and I’m thinking about starting to post some stuff on there. Not just Teen Wolf or the stuff I post on here, but maybe some original stories as well. What do you guys think??
73/74. He holds your hair back while you puke and runs a bath/shower for you [Dean Winchester]
A/N: I put these two together because otherwise individually they’d be really short. Anyways, here’s some fluff (Sort of?). Also I just thought I’d make the disclaimer that the prompts aren’t mine, I got them from another source. The stories are mine though!
Word count: 791
“Ugh, Dean,” she moans, hitting at his chest weakly with one hand. “I’m gonna puke.”
“Okay, Sweetheart,” he says in a calm voice, and she looks to him nervously. “There’s a trash can right here.”
“Can I puke in the bathroom?” she asks, squeezing her eyes shut as she took a slow breath.
“If you can make it,” he says, watching as she rushed past him to the bathroom, one hand over her mouth.
Her shoulder clips the threshold of the door, and she groans a muffled sound of pain into her hand.
She stands in front of the toilet, breathing shallowly.
“I thought-” he’s cut off when she starts to puke. He makes a face and walks to her, easing her down so that she’s kneeling in front of the toilet between heaves. “There, Sweetheart. Let it out.”
He rubs her back with one hand and scoops her hair into the other, kneeling down beside her to murmur soft words.
“Just get it out. No hangover in the morning if you get it out,” he says as she leans her elbows to the seat of the toilet and rests her face in her hands.
He rubs a gentle circle on her back, fixing his grip on her hair so that none of it would get in her way.
“I’m a mess,” she mumbles, rubbing her eyes with her hands.
“Yes, but you’re my mess,” he says, turning his gaze away as she began to heave once more. “There you go. Get it out. No more jack and cokes, huh?”
“No,” she moans weakly, spitting the foul taste from her mouth into the toilet. “Never.”
“It only takes once, Sweetheart,” he half smiles as he remembers being this drunk a few years ago. “You feel any better?”
“Yeah, I just… Ugh, it tastes so gross,” she mutters, sitting up slowly so she wouldn’t unsettle her stomach any more. “You can let go of my hair. I think I’m okay.”
Reluctantly, he releases his grip on her hair and lets her stand as he moved to the shower.
“Let’s get you cleaned up and in bed,” he says gently as she rinsed her mouth with some mouthwash.
“Don’t let me do this again,” she pleads, leaning against the counter on her hands.
“I won’t, Sweetheart,” he says to appease her, pressing a hand to the small of her back to guide her toward the shower. “Come on.”
She follows him to the edge of the shower, letting him pull off her shirt and jeans carefully.
“Oh!” she groans, as her shirt clears her head, and she rushes back to the toilet just in time to heave once more into the porcelain bowl.
“I thought you were done,” he mumbles to himself as he returns to his previous position and holds her hair out of the way. “There you go. Get it out. Just let it out.”
A few moments pass as she sits on the cool floor and waits for another round to hit her.
“Okay, now I’m good,” she finally says.
“Now let’s get in the shower,” he coaxes, guiding her form to the warm water stream. “Bra off, there you go.”
He undresses her the rest of the way and helps her step under the flow of water. She stands calmly, eyes fluttering closed as the water touched her skin.
“How’s that feel?” he asks after a moment, watching her eyes slip open.
“Thank you, Dean. I feel tons better already,” she admits.
He smiles slightly and leaves her be to go find a change of clothes for her after her shower.
By the time he makes his way back to the bathroom, he hears the water turn off and sees her slipping out of the shower to dry herself off.
“You’re a lifesaver,” she says when she sees the clothes in his hands.
“That’s me. Saving lives and kicking asses,” he returns playfully, giving her time to dry off before helping her into a shirt and some clean underwear.
“Lets go to bed before I puke again,” she tells him, and he rests his hand on the small of her back.
“If you do, I’ll run you another shower,” he states honestly.
“That’s so thoughtful,” she tells him as he opens his door to let her in first.
“Sorry, Sweetheart, but I just don’t want puke in my bed. It’s not that romantic,” he teases, watching her turn to shoot him a glare. “It’s the truth!”
“And to think I’m super nice to you when you’re drunk,” she mutters as she crawls into his bed.
“It’s because you love me,” he grins, slipping in behind her to spoon.
It wasn’t until we were driving home from dinner that my wife Diane told me that the chips and guacamole I had been eating hadn’t been meant for the entire table.
“Deb and Gary ordered it for themselves when you were in the restroom.”
“What!? But I thought that everybody was…”
“Nope, just you.”
Diane slouched casually down in the passenger seat and kicked her feet up on the glove box.
“It was strange,” she said. "Your face was so red and contorted. It was like you were eating just to see if you could eat everything.“
In a cold sweat I thought back to the dinner and realized that my wife’s description was spot on. Not only had I partaken in the chips and guacamole, I had been attacking them like a starved animal. At one point I was even rhythmically alternating between hands the way a boxer might attack a heavy bag. Left chip, Right chip. Dip, dip. Eat, eat.
"You couldn’t have told me?” I asked weakly.
“We were trying to tell you without making a big deal out of it,” said Diane. "I called your phone a couple times and I know Greg was trying to kick you.“
"That was Greg? Christ, I thought that was you!”
And in fact, I HAD noticed the kicking. Thinking it had been a rare moment of erotic spontaneity from my wife, I had returned the ‘kick’ by removing a dress shoe and pinning my opponent’s leg with a single stocking foot before sliding my toes inquiringly up and along the length of the accompanying inner-thigh.
“How did Greg seem when we left?” I asked.
After Diane went to bed that evening, I sat awake sipping whiskey sours and replaying the evening’s events in my head. It wasn’t until after my third or so drink that I decided it was best to simply call up Deb and Gary to apologize and explain the miscommunication. But I was unprepared!
“Hello?” answered a groggy voice.
“Avocados,” I slurred.
“Who is this?”
I hung up.
The next morning it dawned on me that probably every single phone had Caller ID. I wanted to ask Diane if Deb and Gary had Caller ID, but in a way that seemed casual so as not to reveal my actions from the night before.
Over coffee I said, “So last night Barb was telling me that Deb and Gary don’t have Caller ID. Haha! Man! Is that even true?”