#steve rogers reader inster

[bucky-fricking-barnes]

Remember That

Title: Remember That

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 966

Warnings: Fluff, sprained wrist, and mentions of guns, bullets, and getting shot

Prompt: "I just wanted to say thank you for protecting me." from this list

Summary: You find Steve after he saves you in the field.

A/N: This is just a quick little drabble I wrote on my phone before bed. It has not been edited. As always, thank you for reading and supporting me. I hope you enjoy!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

“I just wanted to say thank you for protecting me,” you say, and you carefully place the mug of tea on the corner of Steve’s desk. Taking a step back, you watch in silence as he stares at the mug, then reaches out to move it to the coaster on his right.

“It was nothing.”

“It wasn’t nothing. I could’ve ended up in the medbay for at least a week, maybe more,” you argue. Dr. Cho had told you that as she’d wrapped up your sprained wrist. You’d all but ran from the infirmary as soon as she was done, desperate to thank Steve now that the gravity of his rescue had set it, but by the time you’d made it to the briefing room, he’d left. Natasha had suggested you check his room. She’d also suggested the tea, which you’d found tucked away on the top shelf, out of reach of greedy hands and mouths.

“I got lucky,” Steve says back, pulling you back to the present.

You tuck your hands into the front pocket of your sweatshirt and fiddle with your phone. The wrap around your wrist makes your sleeve bulky, but thankfully, the pain medicine Dr. Cho gave you has made the incessant ache go away. Steve goes back to signing off on printed mission reports when you don’t reply, and you stand there awkwardly between the side of his desk and the doorway for a few long moments until you work up the nerve to say,

“Bucky could’ve made the shot from the rooftop. You didn’t have to push me out of the way.”

His hand stalls, pushing the pen harder into the paper at the end of an “e” before he carefully sets it down beside the stack of reports.

“He would’ve been able to shoot him with no problem,” you reiterate. “I’m sure he would’ve been happy to, all things considered. The guy was clearly with HYDRA, even if he never admitted to it.”

“Just because he can doesn’t mean he should,” Steve answers.

“I could say the same thing to you.”

He doesn’t answer. He takes a sip of the tea and you pull your hands from the pocket to cross your arms over your chest.

“Steve.”

“Y/N.”

You sigh and drop your hands back down to your sides. “Am I seriously going to have to ask?”

“Ask what?” He knows what you want to know; he’s playing dumb, and it’s exasperating.

“Why did you jump in front of a moving bullet to push me out of the way?” You’re not exactly meaning to shout, but you do, and heat rushes to your cheeks. Sam had been teaching Wanda how to play euchre in the common area when you’d walked through on your way to Steve’s room, and there’s no doubt they’ve heard you.

Steve has one hand on the mug handle and the other flat on the desk. He stares at the pencil cup tucked up against the wall, then looks up at you.

You’re expecting anger in his eyes, directed at you for being foolish enough not to check for enemies, or maybe directed toward the HYDRA agents you and the rest of the team took down at the warehouse earlier. Instead of anger, however, there’s fear. It makes your stomach twist.

“I couldn’t let him shoot you,” Steve quietly admits. “I don’t know what I would have done if you’d been shot.”

You swallow thickly and glance down at the reports, finding it difficult to hold his gaze while he’s looking at you like that.

“It’s an occupational hazard, Steve. Everyone gets shot eventually.”

“But not you. I can’t let it be you that’s shot. Never,” he says.

“Why?” You look back at him, timid under his unwavering gaze. “What do you mean you can’t let it be me?”

“Because I’m in love with you, Y/N. I have been for years.”

You stare at him, your mouth dropping open slightly. “You’re… in love with me?”

His cheeks are tinged with pink, as are his ears, but he doesn’t look away. The fear in his eyes is gone now, replaced with an affection you’ve seen on Tony’s face when he watches Pepper dote over Peter and MJ, or Vision’s face while he dutifully hands Wanda ingredients whenever she cooks for the group. It’s love, and there’s no way you could question it.

“I’m in love with you too,” you tell him. “But I don’t know for how long.”

“What do you mean?” He swivels the desk chair so he’s facing you, his legs no longer under the desk. You realize that he hasn’t stripped out of his tactical suit, only pushed it down to his hips to reveal his standard white tee.

“I don’t think I realized I really had feelings for you until earlier this year, when we had to speak at that conference about the emergency evacuation we helped with for that hurricane.”

Steve nods. “I remember. You wore that shirt you like, the one that you found on sale.”

“You remember that?”

He nods.

“How? I mean, I don’t even remember that kind of stuff about my own clothes half the time!” You laugh, leaning against the wall and smiling down at him. Steve shifts to rest his arm on the desk.

“Eidetic memory,” he explains. “And also, it’s you. I remember everything about you.”

That makes your cheeks heat up and you grin wider, ducking your head to try and hide it. You feel so foolish, but it’s a strangely good feeling.

“Thank you for the tea. It’s my favorite kind.”

You look up at him, and when you see his smile, you don’t bother to hide yours any longer. “I’ll remember that for next time,” you promise, and you mean it.

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[sparks-and-smoke]

Ch 2: Unknown Faces

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (refered to as Petal) Word Count: 1962 Summary: After your run in at the measum the two of you start having, instering, dreams. This is a soulmate AU, just so we are all aware. Warnings/tropes: smut, oral (male receiving), grief, loss, angsts, mental health, conspiracy theories, stalking if you squint. Submissive Steve which is a TW all to himself. Soulmate AU. A/N: Welcome to the first smut I have every publicly wrote. Beta read by the ever lovely @voice-of-velhart

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It was the hottest day of that summer. With little to no breeze to move the air in Steve and Petal’s little apartment despite having damn near every window open. Steve sat in their bed with his sketch pad in his lap, trying to capture the pigeons that sat on the roof of the building across the alley. He really needed to work on adding motion in his drawings so drawing birds in flight seemed like a good way to spend his time. 

Petal lay across the foot of the bed. Trying to read the novel Honey lent her, but kept sighing from the heat, such a dramatic little thing. Neither one of them was wearing much of anything, petal in just a slip and Steve in an undershirt and boxers. It was too damn hot to wear anything else. And every time Petal would sigh and roll to try and get comfortable her slip would ride up. It was the most distracting thing in the damn world. 

“Hey Pet. Can you stop? You’re driving me up the wall babydoll.” He smirked watching her wiggle again. 

“It’s hot and the damn electric fan isn’t helping.” she said with a pout. She didn’t have any makeup on. And her smooth delicate skin was glistening in the heat in a way that made Steve’s skin feel too tight. He shifted uncomfortably, adjusting the book in his lap. 

“I wish I could fix the weather for you, Pet. Believe me I’m not exactly having a gas over here.” 

A few moments pass in comfortable silence, Petal trying to concentrate on her damn book but it just wasn’t doing it for her. She glanced over at Steve. His brows knit together in concentration as he glanced back up at the birds.  He really was beautiful, the light from the window bathed him in golden glow, highlighting the sharp angles and lithe musculature of his body. He reminded her of Puck, or some other form of eternally youthful fae creature. Built to tempt her with his wiry frame and beautiful eyes. And she couldn’t help it, her man was too pretty. She needed to touch him. 

Setting her book down she crawled up the bed. Her hand sliding up his legs. “Stevie, I am dreadfully bored…” 

Steve bit his lip and tried to focus on getting his shading right, “I’m sorry Pet.” he said off handedly. Only to hear her sigh, then the gentle press of lips to his hip bone. And a soft hand pushing up his shirt. The pad of her fingers tracing along the lithe lines of his frame. “Petal…” he warned, with no real heat behind the words.

“Steven...” she mocks, her voice quiet and airy as her mouth followed her hands. Up, up. Peppering kisses over his rib cage, tongue flickering to the spaces between where she could feel his breath mounting. He sighed through his nose, eyes falling shut as she claimed his full attention. 

“How am I ever supposed to get things done with you around?” Steven’s hand slipped into her curls, grateful for a lack of pins and ribbons as he tugged her head back, looking down into her eyes glittering mischievously. She took her bottom lip between her teeth, the pink cushion of her mouth growing red under the bite and he groaned. Tugging her up to taste that lip himself. 

 'Your gonna be my ruin.”

Petal hummed sliding down along his jaw, lips finding his pulse and sucking on it, “Oh hush… You know that’s not true.” 

Steve stared up at the ceiling as if it may give him an ounce of willpower. He found none, instead he found his hands sliding under the nylon of her slip. His breath shuttered as he felt all that soft perfect skin under his palms. 

Most days he still couldn’t believe that she was his. That he was the man that had the privilege of holding her hand and keeping her warm at night. Let alone be the person that gets to sink into her body, his name tumbling from her lips when she finds the pleasure she so desperately deserves. Surely letting this goddess house the other half of his soul had been a comic mistake, but far be it from him to bring it to anyone's attention. He was too selfish, too greedy to keep her right here with him.

“Hmm, no definitely ruin…” he whispers, pulling her slip up over her hips, his hands kneading at the supple flesh he finds with every inch. “I never said I wouldn't accept it..’

She smiles, humming in appreciation as he gives in despite the heat, despite being busy. He is always weak to her advances, pretty putty in her hands. 

“Good boy,” she whispers and pushes him down. Hands tugging at his shirt to get it off, sliding between his legs to pull off his boxers that are doing nothing to hide how much he loves her attention. “Always so eager, my sweet perfect man…” 

He preens under the praise, trying not to squirm when her breath ghosts over his cock. Steve knows he is none of those things save for eager. But being under her hands, her breath on his skin and sweet voice in his ears it’s the closest he has ever felt to perfection. He can deny her nothing. “Pet.. babydoll I..”

“Is it too warm cause I can-”

“No.” he bucks his hips. “No please.”

He hears her giggle and he can’t help the flush when it twitches, petal kissing at his head. “Yeah I thought so.”   

Steve can hear the grin in her voice as she kisses at the base of him, sending electricity down his thighs. He’s never been good at holding still. Not even when told to, and with her mouth so close to him, his body already pent up in the summer air he can’t help the groan and roll of his hips as she plays with him. She grins, a rush of power rolling through her. He always makes her feel this way. Like she is offering him everything and he can barely stand it. Because he can’t.

“You keep moving like that and I'm gonna have to hold you down. Maybe I'll just sit on you and make you ask for it politely.” she threatens, a flat warm tongue darting pout to lick a hot stripe up the bottom of his length. 

He pants, hands twisting into the sheets as she teases him. Face twisting in frustration as he wills his lips not to moan, his voice not to beg. “Whatever you want, Pet.” 

“Look at you trying so hard.” she grabs his base giving him a slow stroke, precum pooling on her thumb as she drags it over his tip. Looking up at him through heavy lashes as she sucks the shining slick off her thumb with a hum. Steve’s stomach does a flip, as the air is pushed from his lungs. And he stifles a whimper with a bobbing throat. He knows she can tell how bad he wants this. Needs it now that it's been offered. And he will appease his gorgeous girl however she wants to get her to continue. To bring him the bliss he knows that sugar coated mouth is offering. 

“Tell me what you want, baby.” 

Steve sucks air through his teeth, one slender hand flying into the silken strains of her hair wrapping the locks around his fingers as words tumble forth. “I want that luscious mouth on my cock Petal, please. I need that soft heat on me baby. You always look so good down there. You make me feel so good, Pet…”

She smiled, eyes sparkling with delight. “Well since you asked so sweetly…” Her mouth sunk onto him and the sigh of relief he made had her humming as she relaxed her throat and pushed him deeper. 

“Oh f-fuck Pet..” he gasped as his hips itched to move. But her soft persistent hands held him in place. Her tongue swirling around his tip as she pulled off, only to suck him back in with hollow cheeks. “Oh baby.. Yes yes please just like that.”  

Her hands wandered. Pulled him closer to him as his back arched. Flat palms sliding over his hips and spine to hold him close to her. He really was so pretty. Graceful in a way she has never seen in a bigger man, and she loves him. Loves the way he can’t hold still, can't stay quiet, his deep voice telling her how much he loves this. Loves her, with every stroke of her mouth. Every hum of approval from her vibrates through him and takes him higher. 

She got lost in it, holding her lover to her as she pulled him into her till her nose brushed the bronze curls at his base, “Pet… Petal I’m gonna, baby p-please. I’m gonna. I’m gonna, can I…”

~~~~

You opened your eyes with a groan, pulling the covers over your head as you woke up before your alarm yet again. This was the third time this week. And just when your dream was getting good. 

You don’t know when you started dreaming about that man. The one with the soft sky blue eyes and crooked smile. You’ve never seen that face before, at least not to your knowledge but it haunted your dreams as of late. You have read somewhere that the mind can’t make up faces on its own. That is why you alway dream about people you know, or celebrities and public figures. Even the unknown faces you see in your dreams are people you’ve rode the train with or passed by at a supermarket. So you must have seen your mystery man at least once in passing but you swear you would have remembered eyes like that. A voice that is deep and smooth…

You groan in frustration as your thighs tingle again. The pressure in your gut surmounting in an uncomfortable feeling you were going to need to fix before going to work. With a sigh you roll over and rifle through your bedside table. Finding your favorite toy and turning it on before closing your eyes and letting yourself finish that little scene.

~~~~

Steve almost threw his alarm across the god damn room. A frustrated snarl ripping out of his chest. Painfully hard with an ache in his bones that bordered on pain he pressed his palms to his eyes. Hot wet tears leaked out beneath his hands and into his hairline as he forced out a shaky breath. He couldnt keep living like this, couldn’t function knowing she was in this fucking city and not their beside him. Warming his bed and breathing his air. 

In the privacy of the darkness he let a sob slip. Racking through his chest with a violent shake. He needed her back. His body ached to hold his girl, his soul rebelled at the absence of her. His heart had felt like it was beating against the confines of his body every second since he had left the museum yesterday. Like it could somehow by sheer force make him go and find her. As if he was staying away on purpose. 

He could never. And knowing she was so close yet so, so far away made him want to burn down everything in his path till he figured out what had caused this and how to fix it. 

He pushed open his half of their bond. The highway that connected him to his Petal, trying yet again to let her hear him. I miss you, I need you, I can't do this alone. He launched the plea down the empty connection like it may do some good but he knew it was in vain. There was nothing on the other end. Or at least nothing that was open to him anyway. Like the door was locked and barred just to leave him isolated on the other side. 

If he could he would slam his hands against that parabolic door, pound against it until his hands bled. Make her feel him. Call out to her, beg her to find him. Plead and grovel. But that was not an option at the moment, and even if it was it would scare her. And that is the one thing Steve, even in his desperation, couldn’t bring himself to do. Scare his girl? He’d rather die.

He took a few breaths, willing himself to pull himself together. Shoving his body up out of bed. He already had the beginnings of a strategy forming on how he was going to tackle this challenge. He found you once, made you love him once, he could do it again. But he needed some information first, and for that he was gonna need help. He was going to need to call in a favor from the only person he knew and (semi) trusted that could get him what he needed. 

He was going to need to meet up with Natasha Romanoff.

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🎄 Stupid Green Plant (Loki Laufeyson x Reader)🎄

[CHRISTMAS SPECIAL]

Summary: Mysterious gifts keep arriving for (y/n) and the sudden increase of mistletoes in the Avengers compound put her on edge. Who could her secret Santa possibly be?

A/N: So I’m sorry these are late but my Christmas was a bit tiring and I had zero effort to do these. BUT ITS DONE with more to come!

Requested by: @kwj-jojo and 2 x Anons

Prompts:

- Secret Santa

- Tries to catch (y/n) under the mistletoe but she avoids until Christmas

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-I refuse to kiss you under this stupid plant!

Warnings: Floof

Words: 2,800

CUTE ASS SONG TO PLAY FOR THIS: My Heart Goes Bum Bum Bum by Flatsound

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(gif belongs to cheers-mrhiddleston)

“No, you must be mistaken, this isn’t for me…” A pyjama clad (y/n) stood in the lobby of the Avengers compound upstate, a FedEx guy standing impatiently in front of her as various workers watched them curiously. It’s not every day you saw an official Avenger having a disagreement with a postal guy in her pyjamas while in the lobby.  

“Ma’am is your name (y/n) (y/l/n)?”

“Well�� yes…”

“Then this is yours.” The delivery guy having had enough of her, shoves the gift into her chest and walks away muttering a ‘Merry Christmas’.

Looking around (y/n) saw people giving her weird stares at her state, muttering a quick ‘hello’ to some familiar employees before quickly moving over to the Avengers personal elevator.

Standing with her head down tiredly and waiting for her level, (y/n) couldn’t help but think, who could send her such a thing. She never got mail, barely any of the Avengers do because who would send them magazines or letters? Walmart?

“Oh, hey Captain America, thought you’d like to know about our $4.99 deal on apricots-not.” She muttered but her head shot up when she heard the elevator prematurely ding and open its doors. In front of her was certainly a sight. Loki stood, drying his face with a towel, in his workout clothes. Some part of her reminded her not to stare but a quick glance at his figure had her gasping and looking away. Entering the elevator Loki smiled at (Y/n) and greeted her.

“You’re awfully happily today, finally getting into the Christmas spirit?”

“Thor just mentioned something to me, nothing important. Tell me, what’s in that box of yours? Clothes, toys… a life perhaps?”

“Oh, Loki you’re killing me.” (y/n) mockingly laughed exiting at her level but not before turning around to serve him a quick quip. “Of course, you’d know nothing about that last one, would you Loki dearest?”

The door inevitably closing before he could reply, leaving (y/n) with a feeling of success. Smugly smiling, she turned around and seemed to run straight into a solid mass. Also, known as Bucky Barnes.

“Oh, I’m so sorry Buck. I didn’t see you there!”

“Busy flirting with your boyfriend?” He smirked.

“Wh-what- I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Bucky only laughed following behind (y/n) as she made her way to the couch and sat down not-so-gracefully.

“So, what’s with the uhh… box? New toys?”

“No, my knives aren’t due to arrive for another two weeks, so I’m kind of suspicious of this one.” Bucky smiled lightly as (y/n) watched his happy façade.

Opening the box (y/n) found ten books all by her favourite author and all collector’s editions. “What…” Her eyes widened she gasped, seeing a limited and very rare book sitting in the bottom. “Who would buy this for me?”

“Looks like you got yourself a secret Santa there (y/n).” Looking over at a relaxed Barnes, she suddenly got suspicious. “It’s not you, is it Barnes?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about…” Bucky suddenly shot off the couch as if it had just burned him, muttering something about Steve asking him about training.

As (y/n) stared after a certain super soldier, (y/n) shook her head, it certainly wasn’t him. However, now alone she allowed the heat to crawl up her cheeks as she read the small note on the inside of the rare book.

‘Love your Secret Santa.’

The shadow just around the corner disappearing with a smirk.

For twelve days, (y/n) received a gift, all just as thoughtful as the last. She couldn’t narrow it down as each person on her team acted as suspicious as the next.

What she did notice being not-so-subtle is the number of mistletoes appearing everywhere. Walking to breakfast with Steve was when one of the first times she noticed it. “Ah ah ah!” A loud voice appeared from the kitchen as everyone turned towards the pair, which stops confusedly.

“You two have to kiss!” Sam pointed above your heads and sitting there was a sneaky green plant. “It’s tradition, c’mon!” 

Everyone grinned in apprehension as Steve and yourself turned to each other with slight blushes on your cheeks. Making eye contact with everyone, including Loki whose face had turned a shade of red for different reasons. Catching her look, Loki quickly schooled his expression and returned to his breakfast.

Looking up to the super soldier (y/n) noticed his slightly hesitant gaze, she decided to go for it; especially if s a certain someone was getting jealous for it. (Y/n)’s hand came up around Steve’s neck as both leaned towards each other, lips slightly brushing before she leaned in and gave him a quick peck. The Avengers gave a quick whoop before returning to their breakfast.

Deciding to take the seat between Loki and Bucky, she began to dig into her breakfast. “So (y/n) figured out who this secret admirer is yet?” A groan left (y/n) as she muttered a “no.”

Sliding her breakfast away from herself, (y/n) bought out today’s delivery, a solid red ruby in a gold band. “Holy shit is that real?” Natasha asked, grabbing her hand to get a closer look. “Well, it’s not plastic so he/she is already doing better than my last boyfriend.” Hearing a chocked laugh, (y/n) turned her head towards Thor. “You alright Thor?”

Natasha’s eyes widened, “wait, who else do we know whose colours are red?” Pointing towards Thor, he choked once again. When he finally came around he saw (y/n) giggling to herself. “As beautiful as you are Lady (y/n), my heart does belong to another.”

“I know Thor.” (y/n) smiled.

Later in the day, (y/n) was in the gym, seemingly preparing for her next mission with Loki. As they practised their hand to hand (y/n) couldn’t help but feel at peace around Loki, even if at current moment he was trying to beat her up. Huffing out a breath as Loki dropped her to the ground, him following and holding her arms above her head. “Well Mr Laufeyson, it seems you’ve finally bested me.” Smiling up at him, (y/n) noticed his unfocused gaze.

“Loki?” Both seemingly forgot about the others in the gym. “You okay?”

Loki’s eyes finally blinked as he pushed himself off her and held out a hand. “Yes. Are we still planning on finishing those screenings you call cartoons?”

(Y/n) huffed a laugh grabbing her bag and bottle, taking a long swig before replying. “Yeah, sure thing Loki. I just need to shower.” Both moved towards the door, Loki getting more pumped the closer they came. (Y/n) put it down to needing to pee or excitement over the new Disney movie they’re going to watch. Noticing him missing something (Y/n) stopped in the door slightly in front of him. “Wait, Loki, you forgot your bag.”

“Oh right, I’ll be a quick second if you wouldn’t mind just staying right there as you are. Don’t move.” (y/n) frowned at his odd behaviour but listening to him anyways. “Hey (y/n), what are you up to?” Jumping but remaining in her position, (y/n) found Bucky Barnes standing and leaning against the doorframe opposite to her.

“Aha! You two have to kiss!” Clint laughed from the weights area, the attention of a few others came upon you. Looking up (y/n) spotted the green shit above her. “Why the shit is it always me?” (y/n) whispered, looking over at the soldier. “Well, what do you say Sergeant?” But he was already there, nose to nose, Bucky leant down and captured her lips in a shockingly brilliant kiss. Her arms came around his neck as Bucky slightly dipped her, the kiss becoming somewhat deep.

When he brought her back up to stand (y/n) released him and fixed her shirt and hair. “Well Barnes, 95 years didn’t seem to affect your kissing ability.” He heartily laughed before a giant shove in the form of Loki nearly pushed him over. The God already storming down the hallway, holding his bag. “What the hell was that about?” (y/n) muttered. “You’re so blind (y/n) …” Bucky muttered softly down to her, moving into the gym leaving her standing there staring down the now empty hall. Eyes widening, she’d seen so many rom-coms that had that exact phrase. A plan finally forming in her head as she made her way to her room smirking, “blind indeed…”

By Christmas Eve three days later, (y/n) had been caught by everyone under the mistletoe, even Nat who wasn’t shy to give her a big smooch. Sitting around a T.V as some Christmas film played, as the Avengers cuddled up in various blankets and pillows, (y/n) had never felt more at home. Looking around she admired each sleepy team members face before realising there was one missing. Standing up, (y/n) made her way to his room, softly knocking, a soft ‘come in’ following. Walking in slowly she made her way to his lounge where he sat a book in his lap.

“You okay Loki?”

He didn’t look up but managed a simple, “yes.” Sitting down next to him, so close their thighs were touching, (y/n) leaned over his shoulder to see what he was reading. It was a Norse mythology book and he was specifically reading the section on himself. “You conceited little shit.” (y/n) laughed.

“It’s curious, the stories mortals have conceived about myself.”

“So, you didn’t really seduce and sleep with a male horse as a female horse yourself to save Asgard? Damn.”

His tensed body and hesitant pause caused (y/n) to break out into laughter. “Oh, my god! Loki!” Her head fell on his shoulder as he looked anywhere but her.

Seeing him somewhat humiliated, (y/n) instantly felt bad. Even if they were at odds sometimes, she was probably closest with Loki and vice versa. Both had quite a lot in common, such as an appreciation for literature, grace and beauty. Though (y/n) wasn’t graceful or a beautiful maiden that could take your breath away with one look, she appreciated both.

Settling down, (y/n) wrapped her arms around one of his and leaned into his side. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to embarrass you, Loki.” He melted instantly and (y/n) knew he would. It was as if he couldn’t refuse her. “It’s alright.” Smiling lightly, Loki returned to his reading, comforted by her presence.

“Hey, Loki?”

“Yes, love?”

“Can you read to me?”

“It seems though, through multiple texts, Loki is depicted to always be on this side of the Aesir, however,…”

As he read through his histories and myths, (y/n) drifted off to sleep there on his shoulder. The last words she heard were “-and he was bound by Odin in a cave, with the snake dripping it venom onto Loki’s bare chest…”

The next morning when (y/n) woke she was back in her room, some part of her wondering if it was just a dream. Laying on her back and staring at the roof, (y/n) recalled the way her hands grabbed onto his arm, sometimes her fingertips would brush the skin on his forearm which always seemed to be covered. The smooth deep way his voice wrapped their ways around each word, oh yes, he definitely had a silver tongue.

The thought of what day it was drifted through her mind as she remembered a certain plan to take place upon today. After completing her bathroom duties, (y/n) headed out for Christmas breakfast to see everyone already sitting there, besides three people. Thor, Loki, and Vision. Remaining in the doorway, she waited. “Hey (y/n), aren’t you going downstairs to receive your daily gift from lover-boy?” Tony asked, smirking.

“No, I think I’ll just wait for him right here.”

“Ahh, finally figured out who it was?” Bucky smirked, sipping his coffee while leaning on the bench. “Yes, I believe so.” Looking down shyly, (y/n) waited and waited. She waited an hour before realising Loki wasn’t coming out. As an early riser, if he wasn’t out of his room by now, he wasn’t going to be seen the whole day, ruining (y/n)’s plans.

Seeing Vision finally entering, (y/n) decided to ask. “Has anyone seen Loki this morning?”

“Yes, I had just escorted him and Thor to the leaving pad. Apparently, there’s an emergency on Asgard.” Widening her eyes, she didn’t want to miss this opportunity with him, what if he decided to stay in Asgard? She’d never see him again. There were exclamations from all the Avengers about why Vision didn’t come get them before they left as (y/n) stood staring not knowing how to react.

‘Go to him.’ A voice prompted. Tilting her head at the familiar voice, catching mischievous eyes of a Sokovian, (y/n) jumped ripping the stupid plant from the roof before taking off in a sprint. The Avengers had built a special place where Thor and Loki to go to and from Asgard without scarring the lawn every time. 

 “Get out of my way!” (y/n) yelled to the workers, who had decided to spend their Christmas in the building, them moving quickly out of the frazzled Avengers way. She had to make it if she missed him there didn’t seem to ever be another chance to get her feelings across. 

Seeing the two brothers standing, Thor about to raise his hammer made (y/n) scream, “LOKI!” If they were honest, the scream scared the devil out of them. Both pausing before Loki jogged to meet (y/n) half way. “(y/n), what’s wrong?”

“Well, first of all- Merry Christmas, you asshole! And secondly-” She shoved the now falling apart plant in his chest. Looking down at the plant in his chest, recognising it and looking up at (y/n) with still confused eyes. “I know it was you, the whole time and you never told me.”

Loki’s face suddenly twisted, his negative state of mind taking the forefront. “Is it because I’m the last one left? Because there were no other mortals left on your list and you’re so desperate that you’ll turn to your last resorts. The monster-”

A hand suddenly covered his mouth, “Loki as much as I love your voice, can you shut up?”

He slightly nodded, but she didn’t move her hand needing to get this out. “I didn’t think of you last, I knew by that day in the gym. Someone said something to me and… Loki I’ve been so blind to you but it really couldn’t be anyone else but you.” Finally, (y/n) released his mouth, his eyebrows drawn.

“You’ve known for five days? You never said anything?”

“Well I had a plan but you sort of killed it… bastard.” Loki scoffed a laugh, “you have a foul mouth (y/n) …” “Oh, please you secretly enjoy it.”

Loki held up the harsh crushed plant in question. “And what’s this for?”

(Y/n) quickly stepped forward, her heart skipping in a panic at seeing Thor in the corner of her eye approach them to take Loki, there was an emergency on Asgard after all. “Loki, I can’t give you anything worth 3 weeks’ worth of gifts but I can give you this.”

“A plant?”His raised eyebrows gave the signal that he was seriously re-considering who he chose to fall in love with.

“No!” (y/n) laughed swiping the plant from him. “It was meant to be symbolic but shit nevermind... I meant myself.”

Loki paused, considering (y/n)’s eyes as she continued to step forward until they were chest to chest. Lightly (y/n) grabbed one of his hands and intertwined their fingers and Loki let her. In the corner of her eye (y/n) knew it was about a minute before Thor reached them. She had limited time. (Y/n) held it above them and it was then Loki understood her intentions. “I refuse to kiss you under that stupid plant.”

“You know they are sacred in folklore, right? Considered to bestow life and fertility; a protection against poison all that cute shit and I mean you were the one to plant them all over the building, it’s why you were so frustrated that everyone was seemingly catching me under there... but you.”

A slight tinge of red adorned his cheeks and made (y/n) laugh. Seeing Thor was a mere three steps away from them, she decided to just go for it. Throwing away the plant, “I hated that stupid plant anyways.” (y/n) Leaned up on her tiptoes and brought her hands to Loki’s face, bringing their lips together.

Instantly he reacted, hands holding onto her hips; pulling her into him more. Pulling lightly on his hair (y/n) thought she heard a gasp as she let her tongue lightly touch his own. Pulling away slowly, (y/n) pressed her forehead to Loki’s. Neither releasing their hold on the other.

A cough broke them out of their little daydream. “I’m glad this is finally happening, so Loki can stop whining and moping about you, Lady (y/n), but there really is an emergency.”

Looking back to Loki, she gave him a quick peck, once again leaning her forehead on his. “Come back to me?” (y/n) asked meekly.

“Always. You owe me for all my gifts, don’t you?” Loki initiated the kiss as she laughed lightly, leaning down so their lips could meet again. 

It was like the whole world had come together, two puzzle pieces to make one masterpiece. Carefully he released her from his hold, twisting a piece of her hair before stepping away.

Then… he left, a great blast of the rainbow bridge and there was nobody left there but (y/n) with the memory of his lips on hers and the promise to return.

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Quiet (Part Twelve)

A Bucky X Fem!Reader series. 12/16

Summary: Steve Rogers makes an accidental discovery while on a simple hydra base raid. You. He brings you back to the Avengers Tower where they all try to figure you out. Your... interesting way of communicating makes that especially hard. Until one super-soldier proves otherwise.

Series warnings: Angst, Fluff, Smut, Pregnancy, Injuries, Violence, Sickness, a few mild spoilers (maybe), Nudity, Embarrassment,

Chapter warnings: Sickness, Fluff,

Word Count: 1,180

A/N: I may be a bit slow on posting because of Christmas and writers block but I’ll try to have something for you guys every day. Happy Holidays everyone!

Quiet Masterlist

You wake up feeling nauseous and sick. 

Your stomach gurgles and you bolt upright, climbing over Bucky’s body and scrambling to the bathroom.

"(Y/n)?" Bucky hurries after you, pulling your hair out of your face as you retch. 

"Shh, it's okay baby. It’s okay.” He rubs your back soothingly, slowing the stream of tears coming from your eyes. 

He puts your hair in a ponytail then goes to the sink for a brief minute before coming back and resting a cool cloth on the back of your neck.

When your stomach is empty, you flush the toilet and push yourself to your feet. 

Bucky stands in the doorway watching carefully as you clean yourself up.

"You must've eaten something bad. You're never sick," he mutters as you rinse your mouth with mouthwash. 

You shake your head and spit the substance into the sink. "I don't think it's something I ate." 

Pain flares and you crumble to the floor. "Doll, let's take you to Stark. Get Friday to run a scan on you." 

You shake your head and cling to him. "It'll pass. It will. I just need to sleep it off," you rasp. 

He sighs but doesn't fight, he simply scoops you up in his arms and lays you back down on the bed. "Alright. You want me to stay with you?" You nod and cuddle into his chest.

~

"Agent Barnes, your presence is requested in the commons room."

The A.I. pulls you from your sleep.

"Per who's request?" Bucky's chest rumbles as he speaks.

"Captain Steve Rogers. He wishes to discuss a mission with you."

You cling tighter to Bucky and shake your head. 

Stay. M'hurting. 

His hand rests on your lower abdomen and you shiver slightly. "Tell Steve if he needs to talk to me he can come in here." 

The A.I. chimes her acknowledgement.

"You have no clue what it could be?" He asks quietly. You shake your head again and press your face into the crook of his neck.

I dunno. I just want the hurting to stop.

He kisses your forehead and pulls the blankets around you as the door opens. "Hey Buck. Friday told me you weren't coming down?" Steve's voice questions. 

"Yeah. (Y/n)'s real sick." You peak up at Steve and offer him a weak smile.

"What's wrong? Does she need Bruce to check her?" You shake your head. 

"I've been having pain in my lower abdomen and throwing up a bit. I feel really tired though so I probably just need to sleep this off." Your voice gets nearly inaudible at the end.

"Damn. You sure you don't want Bruce to check you?" You nod your head and sigh, collapsing against Bucky with your eyes closed. 

"I don't want to worry anybody. I'll be okay." 

Steve sighs and sits at the foot of the bed, "if you say so." 

A moment passes by before anyone speaks. 

"So a mission is what you need to discuss with me?" Bucky inquires.

"Yeah. Should take a week or two. Three at most. Scoping out a Hydra base, figuring out their incentive by going undercover, then getting rid of them but keeping their files." 

You whine loudly as Steve finishes speaking.

You can't go! You just got back! Tell Stevie to bring someone else.

He chuckles and rubs your back. "M'sorry Doll, duty calls." 

He sits up and you sigh, using his lap as a pillow. "Here's a file on everything you need to know. We leave in two hours." You groan and cling to him tighter, not ever wanting to let go of your boyfriend.

"Why Stevie? You guys just got back! Let me stay with Bucky for a day." 

Steve chuckles and smoothes your hair away from your face. "Bucky's the best in the business, sweetheart. I know it’s hard bein’ sick but we’ll all be home before ya know it."

Your stomach churns and you sit up quickly, clamping your hand over your mouth. You struggle to get out of the covers and into the bathroom in time. Bucky follows right after you and pulls your hair out of your face again, holding it gently and massaging your scalp.

"Let it out baby, let it out." He rubs your back gently with his free hand as you puke into the toilet bowl. "How many times today?" Steve asks, grabbing a face cloth and rinsing it in cold water.

He rests the cool cloth on the back of your neck and you feel hot tears slip down your cheeks. 

"Second time today I think." 

You push yourself up and flush the toilet, then move to the sink and wash your hands and face before cleaning the disgusting taste from your mouth. 

"You sure you don't want to go see Bruce?" You give Steve a knowing look and he raises his hands in surrender. 

You spit the toothpaste and mouthwash into the sink then swish some water around in your mouth.

You spit that into the sink as well then turn to the two soldiers. 

"I'm not gonna worry everyone because of a little stomach bug. I just need to sleep it off,” you insist. 

Bucky sighs and envelopes you in a humongous embrace. 

"I wish I didn't have to go." You nod and close your eyes. "I wish you didn't have to go either. Thanks Steve." You send a playful glare to the other super soldier and he smiles apologetically.

"We should get ready, Buck." Steve pats his friend's shoulder and you sigh. "I promise I'll contact you as much as I can. Keep me updated on your condition." You nod then look to Steve. "Who's going?" 

He scratches the nape of his neck and you groan.

"Yay. Bonding time with F.R.I.D.A.Y. and the Iron Legion again!" You exclaim sarcastically. "I know how much you hate it when everyone's gone, but this will probably be the last one with everyone for a while." You nod and pull away to look up at Bucky.

"Be safe. Don't get hurt. Keep in touch. Don't find someone better than me then leave me for her... or him." 

He chuckles at the last one and kisses your cheek. "You don't need to worry about that, Doll. There is no one better than you." 

You smile and gently rub the tip of your nose against the tip of his.

"Now go. Be a hero."

He kisses your lips lightly then pulls away and walks to the door with Steve, the folder in his hand.

"I love you," you whisper, knowing he'll hear.

"I love you too."