Author: Kennedy
Characters: Loki Laufeyson and Fem!Reader
Story: Loki kissing Y/N under the rain without an umbrella after a silly argument
Rated PG for light language
Warnings: None really. Some arguing between reader and Loki, but it is resolved
“We’ve been discussing this for four blocks,” Y/N sighed.
“And I stand by my initial prognosis: there will be no rain.”
“How do you know?”
“The woman on the television insisted we were to expect a pleasant evening,” Loki replied matter-of-factly.
“That channel is bogus! Half the time they get it absolutely wrong!”
“Look at the sky,” Loki gestured to the dark blue and purple wash highlighted by the gentle light of the low setting sun.
“What about those clouds?”
“The harmless, soft white ones on the horizon? Hardly poses a threat of rain, my dear.”
“Things change in an instant, especially weather,” Y/N argued.
Loki paused to turn and face her to say, “Darling, you are being ridiculous.”
“And you are being a stubborn ass.”
The god let out an exasperated sigh; “I hardly think-”
“No, no, no. This started because you are too proud to admit that I was right and it would’ve been wise to bring an umbrella with us tonight.”
“Because it is not going to rain! That is what I am trying to tell you.”
“You can’t possibly know that for sure!”
“My brother is the GOD of THUNDER,” he nearly shouted. “I think I have a fairly intuitive sense of when it is or is not going to rain!”
Y/N let out a loud huff of air, then turned and stalked up the sidewalk. Loki trailed behind her, muttering to himself. After another few blocks Y/N stopped and turned around.
“Here we are; thank you for dinner.”
“Y/N, darling,” Loki sighed. “We can’t leave in the midst of a quarrel.”
“Oh no, no quarrel,” she flashed a fake smile. “Simply a disagreement with no foreseeable resolution.”
“My dear-”
“I bid you good evening, Sir Loki, god of weather prediction, patron saint of pompous asses.”
Then she turned and started up the stairs to her building.
“Where am I to sleep tonight, then?”
“The couch. Obviously.”
She unlocked the door and stepped inside, “I won’t throw you out in the street; I’m not a monster.”
Both retired to their separate beds without another word.
Several hours passed and Loki was woken suddenly from a deep sleep. Rolling over, he grunted as the couch frame creaked beneath him. The clock on the table read 12:38am.
“Damn…”
As he settled back into the cushions, the living room was lit by a bright white light, followed shortly by a booming CRACK of thunder. Outside the window, rain splattered against the pavement.
Loki rolled all the way up to sitting and let out a sleepy chuckle; “My god, she was right…”
He grabbed his pants off their tidy pile on the coffee table and pulled them on before shuffling down the hall to the bedroom. He knocked softly and paused, and when there was no answer he crept inside.
“Y/N,” he leaned towards the bed. “Darling?”
But it was empty. In a moment of fear, he rushed back out to the house and called her name again. No answer. In one motion he grabbed his shoes and shirt from the table and rushed down the hallway and out the front door. The moment he stepped outside, he was soaked. Swearing under his breath Loki struggled to fasten his last few buttons, cursing his arrogance and trying not to picture Y/N getting into a taxi and finally doing away with all his nonsense.
“Loki!”
He glanced up through a sheath of wet black hair at Y/N standing in the middle of the empty street, completely soaked through, grinning ear to ear.
“What are you doing?” he shouted.
“I told you it was going to rain!”
“What’s it matter now? We aren’t walking-” he stopped mid sentence. Then simply laughed.
“You were right, darling.”
“Say it again!”
“You were RIGHT!”
Loki jogged down the steps of their building and met Y/N at the edge of the sidewalk.
She searched his face, a hint of concern shadowing her smile; “What’s wrong?”
“I thought you had gone somewhere.”
“Gone somewhere?” her face softened. “Where would I go?”
“I thought… I thought perhaps you were finished with me.”
Y/N’s smile widened; “Finished? With you, you ridiculous man…?”
Loki smirked.
“Hey, you forgot your umbrella again,” she teased.
He pulled her into his arms and twirled her into the street again.
My apologies for this being so late. I’m sorry if this isn’t want you wanted!! I hope you like it anyways. ~Admin Kennedy (I’ll be signing posts and things from me with this tag from now on, since I’m doing the V ask thing.)
it was almost a year after MC hostedher first RFA party
V was finally ready to love someone again,after everything that happened with Rika
and he decided that heloved MC
she was there for him through everything, constantlystaying by his side, taking care of him, all out of the kindness ofher heart, even after being brought into such a situation
hehadn’t gotten the eye surgery yet, he planned on it, but it was goingto take some time
it’s not easy to do a cornea transplant, andit’s even harder to find a cornea donor
and since he applied solate, it was going to take even longer to find the correctdonor
given the circumstances, it was about another year ofwaiting
for the time being, even though they had only been datingfor a short amount of time, they decided together that MC should movein with V
he couldn’t let her stay in Rika’s apartment like that,and he needed help doing things around his apartment, since his eyeswere gradually getting worse
he could still see a bit, but at thispoint he was almost completely blind
he couldn’t read very wellanymore, so MC kindly read him the old letters that were sent betweenhim and Jumin
to V’s surprise, before MC moved in, she tookclasses and learned how to write in braille
every so often hewould find love notes that she left for him scattered around thehouse
if there was something V wasn’t able to see, MC described itto him in great detail, even though she didn’t have to
at onepoint though, he began to wonder what she looked like
he hadn’tseen her before, and since his eyes were so bad now, he could onlysee a big blur
so one night, he asked MC if she could close hereyes
when she did, V brought his hands to her face and slowlybrought his fingers over every inch of her face
when he got to hercheeks he felt that they were somewhat warm and panicked for amoment
“MC, are you sick?? Your cheeks are warm..”
“Hahano, Jihyun..I..might be blushing.”
“…I wanna see what youlook like while you’re blushing. I imagine you look beyondbeautiful.”
“Jihyun, stop it! You’re gonna make me blush evenmore.”
V brought his fingers to her lips and felt hersmiling
“You’re so precious to me, MC. Thank you for being therefor me.”
V kissed her gently and she kissed his forehead
“Heheyou’re so sappy, but..I love that about you. I love everything aboutyou, Jihyun.”
“..Even my eyes? Especially since they’re likethis?”
“Even your eyes, Jihyun. I love every inch of you.”
“Ilove you too, MC.”
it was a sappy moment for a while..until MCstarted to poke at him to tickle him
“Hey, I don’t write the archetypes, I just live ‘em.”
Y/N placed the dishes in the sink and returned to her seat across from Natasha.
“Do you want another drink? Or shall we… skip to dessert?” she winked.
When her companion hesitated, Y/N added, “Or something else, maybe?”
“What do you do?”
“Excuse me?” Y/N frowned.
“For work, what do you do? Or just in general.”
“Look,” Y/N chuckled, “I was just teasing you about the spy stuff. I know you’re busy and don’t have a lot of extra time.”
“I’m serious,” Natasha sat up and leaned closer. “Tell me about yourself.”
“Um, okay… dinner wasn’t that good.”
“Stop,” Natasha chuckled.
“Okay, okay,” Y/N took a deep breath, paused, then said, “I grew up a few hours north of here, but I moved into the city after highschool. My mom is a nurse and my dad passed away when I was a teenager. Graduated from college, got a job with SHIELD and a post out here to work remotely. Mostly I work on the computers of the people who work for the people who work with the higher level security stuff. I’m not exactly ‘inner-circle.’ Although I guess hooking up with Black Widow of the Avengers is pretty ‘in’…”
Natasha watched her while she talked, her eyes taking in each expression and gesture.
“Maybe I shouldn’t be telling you about myself,” Y/N smiled. “You are a high level operative. Not to mention kind of my...boss?”
“Given the nature of your background I’m not worried you pose a threat.”
“Maybe that is exactly what I want you to think, Agent Romanoff. My real plan is to steal the declaration of independence and thwart an evil plot to take over the United States of America.”
“Do you always deflect serious subjects with humor…?”
Y/N’s eyes softened; “Deflecting is a common side-effect of trauma. Alternatively, some of us go the opposite route and become intense and driven instead.”
Natasha let out a short laugh; “Like me?”
Y/N nodded. After a moment had passed, she added, “You don’t have to know me. I like you, you like me, you like my cooking… we can keep things very simple.”
“I already know you.”
“Excuse me?” Y/N laughed; it sounded absurd.
“You use humor to deflect and avoid real things. Because you’re afraid to get attached to people and watch them suffer. You express affection through action; cooking, cleaning, changing the sheets every time I come into town. You enjoy human connection but fear intimacy, which is why you’re okay with this arrangement. You don’t see yourself as important, but without you this whole team would collapse from the base of its foundation. Your mother worked a lot which is why you are so good at taking care of yourself and others. And you are secretly a huge romantic.”
Y/N waited for her to continue, but Natasha stopped as abruptly as she began. They sat in silence for several minutes, letting everything settle around them.
“Do you have a toothbrush?”
Natasha frowned; “What?”
“I have an extra. I just thought someone who travels as much as you might carry your own. And you can sleep on the right side of the bed; the left is mine.”
Y/N stood and reached her hand out. When Natasha didn’t take it, she added, “But you can choose what movie we watch.”
“I’m sorry… what about ‘dessert’?” Natasha smirked, still not moving from her seat.
“Tonight we are going to experience your ‘human connection’ and have a quiet night in. I made dinner, you pick out a movie, inevitably we will end up cuddling and falling asleep, then in the morning I will make you breakfast and send you off on your next mission.”
“Why-”
“Because I know you too. You keep people at arms length because you have to. But you want to be understood, just like anyone else. And you don’t want to go through the boring effort of doing cheesy first date ‘get-to-know-you’ stuff. So we’re just going to jump to the good part.”
Y/N took Natasha’s hand in her own and pulled her to her feet.
“Y/N…”
“It’s okay, I know you have work tomorrow. Just be here tonight. Okay?”
1) Ships! They are still open! I (Jaxx) will be answering the ones I have today, and still accepting more. Tomorrow is my day off and I will be active on here all day starting at 10am (MST). So please come by and drop-off your requests and ideas, or just drop by the chat and say hi!
2) One-shots! Kennedy has five new pieces she will be posting throughout the week, as she finds time to do so. But she is also accepting requests if you have them. She is still looking to compile a one-shot playlist, so if you have any inspirations for that go ahead and submit!
3) Personalized ships! Also still open, so feel free to request! HERE is the outline for that if you are interested.
So there’s the news! I will be around tonight for a few hours if you have any comments or concerns!
Story: Y/N, who’s going through a rough patch, texts a random number in search of a friend.
Rated PG-13 for language, mention of drinking
Warnings: Reader is going through a rough patch, but I tried to keep it on the lighter side. Also, use of language.
“Are you lonesome tonight? Do you miss me tonight? Are you sorry we drifted apart?”
The lilting voice of The King floated in through the open window as Y/N sat at her desk, staring at the blank screen in front of her. There was plenty of work to be done, sure. But what was the point now. She hated her job, her coworkers, the tiny cubicles, the sound the water cooler made every time an air bubble floated up. And here she was on a Saturday working from home to try and finish whatever dry, boring project her boss had saddled her with, knowing that Y/N was the only person who would actually get it done. Nevermind that Marc had ten years of experience on her two, or that it was actually Kayla’s department that was in charge of this particular project. Or the fact that Y/N was still technically an intern.
“Do the chairs in your parlor seem empty and bare? Do you gaze at your doorstep and picture me there?”
And to throw a cherry on top of this hate-my-life sundae, today marked the official six month anniversary of Jeremy moving out. Break ups were always tough, of course. But things could have certainly been easier if he hadn’t literally picked up and left in the middle of the night. It seemed as though the past year had been one big non-stop “fuck you”. Work? Terrible. Relationship? Long-dead. Family? Radio silence. Friends? Moved away. Apartment? Actually starting to feel like a cave.
Y/N glanced around the room at the stack of empty takeout boxes, the pile of paperwork, the week-old laundry. Motivating oneself to clean up seemed an immense task when the overwhelming feeling in life was ‘why bother?’
“Tell me dear, are you lonesome tonight?”
The sad song was just too ironic to handle at that moment. Her neighbor across the courtyard was a huge Elvis fan, and listened to old records nearly every night. For the most part it was nice to have the soft music as a background when she was home, but tonight it was a glib reminder of how lonely she actually was.
“This is bullshit,” Y/N muttered to herself and closed the laptop.
It was saturday night and she wasn’t about to stay at home and mope her way through another weekend. No sir. And so with all the energy and false confidence she could muster, Y/N grabbed an outfit out of the closet, threw on some makeup, and headed out on the town.
…
Okay, so maybe the nightclub scene wasn’t what she was after. Thirty minutes to get in, twenty waiting for a drink, then a whole lot of sitting around on garrish plush furniture waiting for someone to walk over and strike up a conversation. The closest she came was two drunk girls telling her they liked her shoes before stumbling off into the sweaty fray. And now this overpriced, watered-down drink was going straight to her bladder.
Y/N set the now empty cup on a table and headed off for the line to the bathrooms. Surprisingly, she only had to wait for two people before she got in and locked herself into a stall. The walls were as high as the ceiling and provided a satisfying amount of privacy. Behind the safety of four walls, Y/N finally had a chance to breathe. And once again the stress of the past months settled in, despite the cheap liquor pumping through her bloodstream. She leaned her head against the wall next to her and sighed, tracing the faded graffiti.
“Satisfaction guaranteed. Call now!” and a number scrawled below, along with a doodle of a stick figure with a ‘censored’ bar over its lower half. Giggling to herself, Y/N snapped a picture and tucked her phone back into her purse. With a defeated groan she clicked back out to the sinks.
“Oh my GOD, couch girl!”
The shrill voice cut through the bathroom, and Y/N (along with everyone else) turned to glance at its owner.
“Come here, come here,” the blonde girl from earlier gripped Y/N’s hand and dragged her out into the club again, “Come dance!”
And then the evening descended into a blur.
…
Y/N woke to the bright morning sun pouring through the window of her own bedroom. Her head was pounding, her feet ached, and her stomach felt sour. Last night had turned into a long, drawn out drunken dance fest with her two new friends (whose names and numbers she had never managed to get), and in the cold light of day Y/N vowed to never try and drink her woes away again.
After much groaning, she managed to shuffle to the kitchen and set the hot water on, all the while cursing her past self. Reaching into her pocket, she grabbed her phone and checked the screen. One unread text.
“Dammit,” she groaned.
Work never stops. Reluctantly, she opened the message.
“If you ever need someone to talk to, feel free to drop me a line again.”
An unknown number, great. Y/N scrolled back up through the rest of the conversation. And was surprised to find several hours worth of back-and-forth with the mystery person. Somehow, in her intoxicated state, she had poured out her heart to a complete stranger, telling them all about the stress and sadness and heartache over her life. In turn, they had offered support and humor, and if she hadn’t known better she would have assumed this was a conversation between close friends.
“What the-”
Y/N recalled the number from the wall of the club bathroom. In a panic, she checked the photos on her phone. But the number didn’t match the one she had texted. At least not exactly. Somewhere during her night out she had attempted to text this mystery man but instead had hit up some poor clueless stranger and had a long drawn-out conversation over the course of the evening.
With an exasperated sigh, Y/N tossed her phone on the counter and retired to the couch in defeat.
…
“You look really tired,” Kayla’s brunette locks appeared above the edge of Y/N’s cubicle.
Y/N nodded; “It was a long weekend.”
“Did you finish the projection project?”
“I put it on his desk this morning.”
“Ah man,” Kayla sighed. “I was hoping I could hand it in to him. I have some, um, stuff I had to go over.”
“Like taking all the credit?” Y/N thought to herself.
“Oh well, I’ll get the next one. Thanks!”
Then she bounced away, heels clicking loudly against the floor.
Y/N leaned her forehead against the desk and groaned.
“Fuuuck…”
Her phone buzzed and Y/N sat up, rubbing her temple, and pressed the notification.
“Hope they aren’t giving you too much crap today.”
Y/N frowned; it was the stranger from the night before.
“I’m sorry, who is this?”
It was only a moment before they replied; “You mentioned you might say that!”
“Ha ha sounds about right. But that doesn’t answer my question.”
“A friend.”
“Okay,” Y/N whispered to herself, frowning. “Is this being cute? Or shady…”
“A friend with a name?”
“I thought you said we weren’t doing names?”
“Of course drunk me would say that,” Y/N thought.
“Okay friend. Tell me a little about yourself.”
“I’m a member of a secret organization who kept me in a lab for the first part of my life in order to mold me into a super weapon. Now I spend my free time saving the world.”
“You’re funny.”
“You don’t believe me?”
Y/N smiled to herself; “Okay ‘friend’ I’ll leave it be for now. You’re a superhero.”
“Really just a run-of-the-mill hero.”
“Mm-hm, I’ll take your word for it.”
“If you didn’t have to do your job, what would you want to be?”
The question caught Y/N off guard; she hadn’t thought about it in so long. She had been fully focused on getting through school, then getting a job that could get her out of her parents house and on her own. She hadn’t thought about what she actually wanted to be.
“Um, idk”
“That’s not good.”
“I have a job. That’s what really matters,” she paused, then added, “Do you like your job?”
“I love it.”
“You’re lucky.”
“What do you like to do?”
Y/N sat for a few minutes and considered this.
Another text came through: “???”
Finally she typed, “I love to cook. I actually took a bunch of cooking and culinary arts classes in school. But I would hate being a chef. The hours are outrageous and it gets stuffy in the kitchen.”
“What about a food truck? You could make your own hours, drive to different places every day, you could even travel.”
Y/N actually laughed aloud to herself. She had never considered cooking for a living. She had worked as a waitress when she was in highschool and the kitchen staff were always miserable and overworked. Not to mention kind of mean. She had written off cooking for a living right then and there.
“I’d never thought of that.”
“What is your favorite thing to cook?”
“Breakfast food and baked goods, mostly.”
“That is perfect food truck food!”
“I suppose it is…”
“You should check this out,” they replied, then sent a link to an article titled ‘Considering Opening a Food Truck? Read these fifteen true stories from other chefs who did the exact same thing!’
“I’ll check it out, thanks!” Y/N name typed back, still smiling to herself.
“Hey friend, can I text you tomorrow? I have to go save some kids from a bus on fire.”
“Of course. Be safe, Superman!”
“Hm, nah. Call me ‘Batman’.”
“Okay, be safe Batman.”
“Read that article; I’ll ask you about it tomorrow!”
Y/N chuckled as she pressed save contact and typed ‘Batman’ into the name.
Characters: Fem!Reader and Bucky Barnes/The Winter Soldier with mention of Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow, Steve Rogers/Captain America, and other Avengers
Story: Bucky and reader’s wedding day
“Give your all to me. I'll give my all to you. You're my end and my beginning. Even when I lose I'm winning”
It had been a long time since Bucky was this nervous.
He had charged into countless battles, survived several rounds of combat training, undergone painful adjustments to his mechanical arm, and faced an array of enemies. He had nearly died and been back from the brink, he had been brainwashed, lost his best friend, nearly killed his best friend, and had to restore his own humanity. Yet even after all the years, this day would go down as the most terrifying in his life.
Bucky adjusted the sleeve of his dress shirt and tucked it under the black tux jacket again, taking in his reflection. He was clean shaven and had his hair trimmed back from its previous wild tangle. But it felt so strange, standing there, seeing himself looking so normal. What if he forgot who he was and went super soldier half way through the ceremony? What if they were interrupted by an emergency for work? What if (Y/N) changed her mind and never showed up?
“No,” he said out loud, his voice filling the tiny dressing room. “She would never leave.”
And it was true. (Y/N) had stood by him through all of this without question. She was patient and kind and strong and loved him more than anyone ever had. Now she was going to be his wife; that thought brought him back to the moment, even inspiring a grateful smile.
While he was finishing up his pre ceremony to-do list, there was a quick knock and not a half second later, Natasha walked in from the main hallway.
“Alright,” she stated, thoughtfully adjusting her dress. “We are t-minus thirty minutes. How are you doing?”
“Good.”
“Good,” she looked him over. “You went with black; perfect.”
“How’s (Y/N)?”
“I sent Steve to check on her. I’m sure she’s fine.”
“Okay…”
The slight lilt in Bucky’s voice brought Natasha’s gaze back to his concerned frown.
“Bucky.”
“Hm?” he looked up to meet her eyes.
“She’s fine. You’re fine. Today is going to go off without a hitch.”
He nodded; “Thank you.”
“How many times do I have to tell you, even when you're crying you're beautiful too”
Steve was hesitant to knock on the door to the bridal suite. He didn’t understand why Natasha had sent him to check on (Y/N). It would have made more sense for her to go herself, or at the very least to send someone like Sam or Clint. Even Wanda was there now and available. But now he was here, awkwardly standing with a hand raised to knock. He jumped back as the door opened just a crack and (Y/N) poked her nose out.
“Steve?”
“Yeah?”
“Is that you?”
He rolled his eyes; “Yes. I just said- oop!”
(Y/N) grabbed his arm and pulled him inside. Instinctively, Steve covered his eyes to avoid seeing anything he shouldn’t, but (Y/N) swatted his arm.
“I’m decent! I need you tell me how I look.”
Steve lowered his arm and glanced up. His jaw went slack when he saw her.
The two of them had been fast friends since (Y/N) first joined the team. They had quickly become the new power duo of the Avengers, on and off the field. It was Steve who had introduced (Y/N) and Bucky the first time, who had gone with them to look at apartments together, and who had helped Bucky plan his proposal. He loved (Y/N) just as much as Bucky did, even if it was purely in a platonic sense. And now he was the best man at the wedding of his two best friends.
“Wow,” he admired earnestly.
“Wow, wow? Or wow no, wow?”
Steve chuckled; “Good. Good wow.”
(Y/N) fiddled with the edge of lace; “Have you seen Buck yet?”
“Nope, not since breakfast. But I am positive he is just great.”
“Okay,” she nodded. “Steve?”
“Yeah?”
“Is it okay that I’m nervous?”
Steve smiled kindly; “Of course.”
She nodded. Then she reached forward and pulled Steve into a tight hug.
“Thank you,” she mumbled into his chest as he squeezed her back.
“For what?”
“For everything,” she leaned back and smiled up at him. “We’re here because of you.”
Steve wasn’t sure how to respond; he could feel a swell of emotion already building in his chest. So he leaned forward and placed a brotherly kiss on her forehead.
“I’ll see you out there, okay?”
(Y/N) nodded and watched as he exited back into the hallway.
“My head's underwater, but I'm breathing fine. You're crazy and I'm out of my mind”
Bucky met Steve in the hallways behind the front of the church. When they saw each other both men smiled happily.
“You ready for this?” Steve teased, clapping Bucky on the shoulder.
Bucky chuckled; “I’m sure we’ve been through worse.”
“Mm.”
“You talked to (Y/N)?”
“Yeah. She looks amazing.”
Bucky tucked his hands into his pockets and smiled at his feet.
It was quiet until Sam appeared to let them know everything was set up. It felt like a dream, walking out to stand next to the pew, all the groomsmen lined up with Bucky at the front. When the music started and the first bridesmaid appeared, he could feel his heartbeat pick up. It felt like years until the entire wedding party made it to their spots and the band picked up ‘Here Comes the Bride.’ Then all he could see was her.
“'Cause all of me loves all of you. Love your curves and all your edges. All your perfect imperfections”
(Y/N) had been freaking out until the exact moment she made eye contact with her fiance at the end of the isle. He looked so handsome, so relaxed, so incredibly in love with her that she forgot why they were all there in the first place. There was a part of her that wanted just to cross the distance between them and kiss him right there, and for a brief moment she considered this. But somewhere in the edge of her vision she saw Wanda and Natasha waving at her subtly to start walking and she shook off the notion. Bucky watched her every step of the way, even as her cheeks flushed pink under all the attention. Even Natasha was smiling at the sight of the young couple gazing at each other. And in no time (Y/N) was standing across from Bucky as the music stopped and the ceremony began.
While the officiant was speaking, (Y/N) leaned in just close enough to whisper, “You look really handsome.”
Bucky smiled, eyes still ahead.
When it came time to exchange vows, (Y/N) had the crowd smiling through their tears before she had even finished. Even Steve had to avert his gaze to avoid the waterworks. Bucky’s heart was back in his throat as he took the small slip of paper out of his pocket.
“Writing is not my strong suit,” he started, earning a chuckle from the crowd. “I’m not great with words. So I ended up with this…”
He looked up at (Y/N), her eyes already full of anticipation and adoration.
“(Y/N),” a quick breath to ease his nerves. “You make me whole. Whatever I lost, whatever was broken, whatever was missing, I found again when I met you. You are everything that is good in my life, and you make me a better man than I ever was.”
He was still looking into (Y/N)’s eyes and all he managed after that was, “I love you.”
The officiant pronounced them man and wife, and Bucky wasted no time in pulling (Y/N) into his chest and tipping her back to kiss her as all their friends cheered loudly.
Amidst the standing ovation, (Y/N) whispered, “I love you so much.”
Bucky kissed her twice more before they walked back down the aisle to rounds of applause and cheers of congratulations.
“Cards on the table, we're both showing hearts. Risking it all though it's hard”
It was a long night of partying and celebration for everyone after that. Hours passed, day turned to night then night into morning, and soon it was Bucky and (Y/N) alone on the balcony of their hotel suite.
Leaning her head against his shoulder, (Y/N) asked, “How does it feel to be a married man?”
“It’s perfect,” he smiled.
“Today was perfect, wasn’t it?” she sighed, closing her eyes.
“(Y/N),”
“Mm-hm?”
“You… saved my life.”
Her eyes fluttered back open and she leaned back to look at him curiously.
“That came out a little rough,” he cleared his throat. “I mean, you are my life. There wasn’t any purpose before we met, y’know?”
(Y/N) was just looking at him then, listening intently.
“I didn’t realize I was missing so much in my life. Something was definitely… definitely broken,”
“Buck, it’s not- I mean, you’re not…”
“I know,” he smiled. “I am trying to say that you mean everything to me. And to say thank you. You make me normal; better than normal, actually.”
She smiled at him; “I love you, James Buchanan Barnes.”
Bucky grabbed her and swung her legs up so that he was carrying her bridal style, then said, “How about we get some sleep, Mrs. Barnes?”
“Or not,” she winked, leaning in to kiss him.
“I give you all of me. And you give me all, of you, oh oh oh.”
Characters: Fem!Reader and Steve Rogers/Captain America with Sam Wilson/Falcon
Story: Steve realises his feelings for the reader as it’s too late
Rated PG: light language and kissing
“Didn't know it was love. Didn't know it was fate. Didn't know it was destiny callin'. Tell me it's never too late”
“Alright, take five!” Steve called to the men, who let out a collective sigh of relief the moment her turned his back again.
Sam jogged up, sweating and panting, and asked, “What’s going on, Cap?”
“What?” Steve frowned to himself but didn’t look up from what he was doing.
“You’re working the troops pretty hard today. Kind of makes me think your mind is elsewhere.”
“Nope,” Steve straightened and smiled stiffly. “Just trying to get everyone back in shape.”
“These are some of the most highly trained agents out there. They’re always in shape and combat ready, I guarantee.”
“We don’t know what’s gonna come after us out there, Sam,” Steve said as he began walking back to the office. “With everything going on we have to be ready for anything.”
Sam followed him and closed the door; “There hasn’t been a peep out of anyone in months.”
“Exactly. A storm is coming.”
“Bullshit.”
Steve looked up, surprised.
“Bullshit,” Sam repeated boldly. “What’s on your mind?”
Steve looked at Sam’s crossed arms and expectant look. He felt his resolve slipping, and knew that even is Sam let it go now, he would still suspect deep down that something was up.
“(Y/N) left this morning.”
“Wasn't blind to the magic, you think I'm so tough. Turning back on the thunder just ain't good enough”
(Y/N) dragged her suitcase over the curb and swore quietly as the crooked wheel once again caught in the cracked pavement. The Uber driver had already pulled back into the carpool lane, leaving her to pull the crappy luggage up to the desk to check into her flight. The man at the counter hardly even noticed her beyond checking her passport and pointing her to the escalator. The closer she got to actually leaving, the more unceremonious and wrong the whole trip felt.
(Y/N) had been a part of an internship with her brother’s old business associate, Tony Stark, for the past two years. It wasn’t an official program, actually; more of a favor from her brother. And (Y/N) couldn’t turn down a chance to be in New York! Stark had set her up in a fancy apartment within walking distance of the Avengers headquarters where she had done all her work. She had met the whole team and became fast friends with quite a few of them. She and Wanda spent all their free time together, she had coffee with Clint at least once a week, Sam became her greatest confidant, and Steve…
She stopped at the coffee shop near her gate and got into line, shaking herself lightly to erase the tightness that crept into her chest.
“Was I too blind to see, when push came to shove. You were all that I needed, didn't know it was love”
Sam took a seat across from Steve, his expression shifting from concern to clarity.
“Did you say goodbye?”
Steve shrugged.
Sam had to bite the insides of his cheek to keep from sounding too harsh; “You didn’t even say goodbye?”
“In light of recent events, I thought it would be wise to keep things professional. I said goodbye when the rest of you did.”
Sam considered him thoughtfully. He was at a loss for what to say. It was too late now to fix everything that had occurred between his friends. (Y/N) had recounted the events over coffee one day after work.
It had been obvious to her from the first time they met that she was madly in love with Steve Rogers. How could someone not be? It wasn’t the most convenient thing, as she kind of worked for him and he spent so much of his life stoically stashing his emotions. But it was how she felt from day one. She did a surprisingly good job of hiding though. From everyone but Sam, that is.
When he confronted her the first time, she immediately came clean about everything. From there it was a little easier to go through the days with that secret. Eventually, of course, Sam started to notice Steve had changed too. He trusted (Y/N), was more himself when she was around. He made more of an effort to be gentlemanly and stayed late from training to talk with everyone when (Y/N) stopped by after finishing up her work for the day. But something was holding him back.
It took (Y/N) until about a month ago to even confront her feelings and confess them. It was after an evening of training and she and Steve had been the only ones left in the tower. Even Tony had gone home that night. Up on the balcony, in the lights of the city, it was Steve who had realized his sudden change of heart. It had been the first time he’d felt this way about anyone since Peggy. In a moment of weakness he had leaned in and almost let himself kiss her, then at the last second come up with an excuse and left without an explanation. After that it was all business.
“What are you doing?” Sam broke the silence. “That girl is getting on a plane. She is leaving.”
“I know.”
“Do you…?”
“Sam, she’s-” he gestured vaguely. “And I’m-”
More gesturing.
“An idiot?”
Steve shot him a look; “I couldn’t be the reason she left.”
“You were the reason she stayed, Steve.”
“I was lookin' for trouble and the thrill of the chase. Love was lookin' at me eye to eye, face to face”
After a long struggle with crowds and the broken wheel and a ticket snafu and a delayed boarding time, (Y/N) was finally on the plane, wedged tightly between a sweaty business man and a woman with a very irritable infant. With her elbows pinned to her sides, (Y/N) pulled her phone up and typed a quick text to her brother to let him know she was on. Then she let out a sigh.
It felt strange to be going home. New York had come to feel like home during her time there. But her work with Stark had come to a turning point, and she had the choice to either take a permanent position or end her time there. She had gone up to the roof to think about all this the night that Steve had stayed late to train, and the two of them had ended up alone together late that night. Mostly they had talked about the usual spectrum of things, but somewhere between the pressure of her big decision and the way the city lights highlighted Steve’s handsome features, (Y/N) had found herself leaning in to kiss him, not even thinking about the consequences or how he might react. As it was, he had reacted badly. He immediately dodged the kiss and left her alone, feeling stupid and humiliated. And after that he hardly spoke to her outside the usual office chat.
The woman next to her shifted the baby so that he was pressed against (Y/N)’s arm, while the mother bent down to rummage through the diaper bag under her seat. The baby’s unhappy whining pierced (Y/N)’s ears like needles but she attempted to smile at him. The man on her other side turned the page of his magazine and in the motion, elbowed her arm farther off the shared armrest.
“(Y/F/N) (Y/L/N)?”
She glanced up miserably at the source of the voice; a uniformed military officer.
“That’s me?”
“Come with me, ma'am.”
“Um, is everything okay?”
“Just come with me, please.”
(Y/N)’s pulse quickened as she stood. As she reached up into the overhead for her bag, she missed the momentary flash of the SHIELD badge under the officer’s jacket.
“One touch should've told me, try and understand. Love was always a long shot to a gambling man. With a roll of the dice, girl I threw it away. Now I'm thinkin' 'bout you day and night, night and day”
“What?”
“Her internship was only for six months. She chose to stay because she was in love with you,” Sam said matter of factly.
“Where are you getting this…?”
Sam looked at him flatly; “It’s obvious.”
Steve stood up from his chair and started to pace. Outside, the troops were starting to wonder what had happened to their afternoon of training.
“Okay. So you misread the situation,” Sam continued.
“Misread the sit- Sam, I let her go!”
Sam stood too; “Okay.”
Grabbing his jacket, Steve said, “Tell everyone to go home.”
“Where are you going?” Sam jogged after him past the bewildered crowd of agents.
“To the airport.”
“Those crazy nights on the borderline. Did my best to cut myself free. Stood alone, just a prisoner. Never knew you were holdin' the key”
(Y/N) walked between the two officers through the airport with her heart in her throat. Neither had taken a moment to explain what was going on and people were throwing nervous glances her way as they passed. It felt like forever before they finally stopped, leading her through the gate and out into the departure area where the arriving flight passengers were greeting their loved ones.
The man on her left had been carrying her suitcase, but he set it down here and said, “Wait here.”
Then they left.
“(Y/N).”
She turned back to face the doors, eyes widening at the sight of Steve standing with his hands fiddling nervously with the edge of his coat.
“Steve? What… why are you… who-” she pointed between him, the doors, and the receding figures of the two officers.
“Don’t go.”
(Y/N) looked at him, totally bewildered.
“Don’t leave New York.”
“Um,” she cleared her throat. “My internship is up.”
“I know. But it has been for a year and a half.”
“How did you-” she frowned. “Dammit Sam.”
“(Y/N), why are you leaving?”
She searched his expression, trying to funnel all her thoughts into a coherent statement; “There’s nothing left for me here.”
“There’s the job. Your friends. Your apartment,” Steve took a breath. “Me?”
“You?”
Steve stepped in a little closer and nodded; “That night, on the roof? I started to kiss you, and it-”
“Hold on,” she held up a hand to silence him. “You kissed me?”
He looked lost; “What do you mean?”
“I tried to kiss you. That’s why you left. I overstepped the boundary and it made you uncomfortable. Right...?”
“No.”
And that was all he said before closing the space to take her face in between his strong hands and kiss her, amidst all the reunited lovers and families in the airport. The kiss was lasting, a surprising move for the modest super soldier. But it was perfect.
When he finally found the willpower to pull away, he quietly repeated, “Don’t go.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” she breathed.
“Didn't know it was love. Didn't know it was fate. Didn't know it was destiny callin”
