Bound By A Secret;

I'll Show You

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You're not used to being put first, but Bucky will put you before anyone else

Warnings: None, I don't think

Words: 939

A/N: This is based on an idea that @marziwritesfic had, and wanted to read. So, I wrote something... I hope its okay.

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He had noticed it a few times, brushed it off the first and second, but now, it stuck with him. He thought back over those moments, remembered the surprise in your voice, the raise of your eyebrows. Or, how you would turn shy and lower your head, hiding your face. 

The first time it had happened, Bucky was picking you up for a date. He had arrived at your door, flowers in hand, at seven o’clock. He was on time, bouncing in his toes to fight off the nerves as he waited for you to open the door. 

But when you opened the door, peeking around the frame to see him, it was as if he were hours early. While your make-up was completed, your hair was in a messy bun and you wore your dressing gown. 

Now, your appearance didn’t bother Bucky. What was strange, is that Bucky knew you to be very punctual. In your words, “early is in time, on time is late, and late… well, best not bother”. 

So why were you not ready?

“Sorry, I didn’t expect you to be here on time, people normally aren’t.”

You had seemed even more shocked when he offered you the flowers, the bright colours eye catching against the pale paper which held them. 

“No ones ever gotten me flowers before.”

No, that couldn’t be right, Bucky thought. You were beautiful, both in mind and spirit, how could someone not have graced you with flowers before now? Had your father not gotten you some, a valentine maybe?

A damn right shame. 

Still, you took the flowers with warmed cheeks, hurrying to put them in a vase of water before making your way to the bedroom to finish getting ready. 

Though Bucky brushed this from his mind, he thought back on it now. How surprised you were which his punctuality and the small gift of flowers. 

The second time, you and Bucky were walking down the road. Your hand was tucked into the crook of his arm, tight against his side, smiling at the little exchange of words between you both. 

Bucky’s name had been called and when he turned around, Steve was there. He smiled, a bag with a local bookshops brand in hand, as he made his way over to you both. 

Watching the blond make his way over, your hand left from Bucky’s arm and you slipped behind him. Bucky, at the time, had thought you were nervous, maybe shy, because a six foot giant was making his way towards you. 

“Hey, Stevie,” Bucky greeted him with a hug before pulling away and reacing behind him, for you. “Sorry, I can’t really stop, Y/N and I have plans.”

You had looked at him with wide eyes, your mouth slightly open. Your eyes fluttered between the two men, not knowing what to say or do. Should you stay, go? Say hi or keep quiet. 

“This is Y/N?” Steve asked with a smile before turning to you. “Bucky doesn’t shut up about you, I think we all know your favourite flowers and music by now.”

“Oh, erm, hi,” you shyly waved, ducking your head down. 

“I’ll let you guys get on, but I got that book you wanted, I’ll put it in your room,” Steve said. “I’ll see you guys later. 

When Steve was just a few feet away, you had quietly whispered to Bucky that he could go with Steve if he wanted, he didn’t have to go shopping with you. Bucky hadn’t realised what you were really saying, really thinking, at that point. He didn’t realise that you thought you were a place holder. 

Looking back, he don’t know how he had missed it. But, Bucky was a fool among many other things. 

However, after that interaction, he started to place closer attention. 

You were surprised when he arrived at your home after work, in disbelief when he actually wanted to introduce you to his friends.

Bucky realised that you weren’t used to being treated with respect. And that floored him. 

You were amazing, in every way. How could someone not treat you in the way you deserved? How could no one give you flowers, or arrive on time to outings, or come to see you after work or in general, or introduce you to their friends? How could someone not put you in front of all others?

Bucky pulled the highlighter packet from his bag as he sat beside you on the couch, throwing an arm along the edge behind you. 

“Here, I saw these and thought of you,” he offered you the packet of pastel pens. 

“For me?” You asked, taking them hesitantly. 

He couldn’t sit quietly anymore, couldn’t listen to you think that you weren’t worth a single thought to anyone. You had to know what you were worth. 

“Y/N, I know that you’re not used to being put first,” his fingers nudged under your chin, making you meet his eyes. “But I will always put you first, you are my priority. You come before everyone else, if you need me, I’m there. I’m not going to be late to see you, I’m not going to cancel on you. I will buy you things because they remind me of you, because I want to. You are worth everything to me.”

Your lower lip wobbled as you listened to him, his words filling you with warmth whilst simultaneously breaking your heart. 

Finally, you had found someone who considered you worthy of their time, effort, and love. Finally, someone felt you were, potentially, the one. 

“And I’ll show you that every day.”

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haha remember when peggy carter moved on after losing steve and saved the world like fifty times and fell in love with a hot as hell disabled vet with a heart of gold and went on to create SHIELD... then avengers endgame obliterated her entire arc and turned her into a voiceless love interest

Lokitty ❤️😼

everyone around me is in love! and i have the loneliness of a 12 year old girl

Dating Loki Odinson Would Include:

masterlist

he constantly talks about his mother because he trusts you with his feelings

he’s definitely the type of boyfriend to get super jealous

someone will look at you for too long and he can’t control is jealousy and possessiveness

you mean the world to him so you wouldn’t really fight a lot but if you did they were huge and sometimes would get out of control

but you make up with angry sex so it’s all good

he wants to give you everything he didn’t have because he knows what it feels like to have nothing

like if you want a throne he’ll give you one, all you have to do is ask

his love language is 100% touch but soft touches i.e. hand holding, cheek strokes, playing with your hair etc.

he has trust issues...shocker...but once he lets you in he tells you everything because he trusts you so much

will definitely gossip with you, especially if it’s about thor...i mean who are we kidding

FOREHEAD KISSES

NECK KISSES

he needs to be reassured a lot, so expect days were he’s pouty and comes back to his normal self when you smother him with love

would always try to prank or scare you with his illusions but you always see right through them, making him believe that you’re truly his soulmate

will cry on your shoulder after frigga’s death

loki would protect you with everything he has, even if that means with his life

he would literally make fun of you after trying on his helmet and looking like an idiot

you would definitely have a sarcastic-type of relationship where you poke fun at each other constantly and people around you are confused if you’re serious or not

but god forbid someone else makes fun of you...they might as well flee asgard or new york depending on where you’re currently staying

you are always his number one priority

late night walks

stargazing

staying up late and talking about everything and everyone

being disappointed in him when he ordered the attack on new york

and he realised he messed up big time

he was so disappointed in himself for hurting you and took out the hurt on himself

you would constantly be surrounded by words like, ‘why are you dating him?’ ; ‘he’s evil.’ ; ‘how can you love someone like him?’

he loves sleeping next to you

he just feels so safe

viktor arcane has to be one of the characters ever.

he's gay. he's terminally ill. he's suicidal. he's from league of legends. he's in a toxic relationship with an orb. he also might be the orb(???). he bullshitted his way into the academy by pretending he went there. he rizzed up a guy so he wouldn't kill himself. he then tried to impress said guy by breaking into his boss's lab. then when he got caught he tried to play it off by saying he thought this big intimidating door was his bedroom door and he was just trying to sneak a guy in there. he nearly died because hetero sex was happening like a mile away. kinda. he took illegal drugs. he's also the apprentice of the guy who's making the illegal drugs and never mentions it. he's inspired off of the tale of frankenstein's monster. he got shot by a missle and fucking died. when he came back to life he immediately broke up his messy gay situationship and became jesus fucking christ.

truly one of the characters of all time

Calm In The Storm ➳ Loki Laufeyson

➳ a/n: this is for the cuddling prompts! if there are any typos, i apologize! fast-typer over here 😂. if you want to request some, send me an ask! 😘

➳ pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Female!Reader

➳ summary: After a fight with your loved ones, you're out on the streets during a storm, searching for someone to run to. Thankfully, you know just who to go to.

➳ warnings: mentions of anxiety/panic attacks

➳ cuddle prompts: Person A shows up at person B's door, having been in a bad fight with a loved one, hoping to spend the night in person B's bed for some extra comfort -> requested by: @/midnight-ramblings

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Wiping away the tears that managed to spill down your cheeks, the sniffles not having subsided just yet.

You couldn’t stand confrontation, especially when it came to one of your loved ones. Voicing your opinion only pushed the matter to become worse, and the envelope ripped open to reveal anger, hurt, and demise. Words were exchanged and as someone who experienced bouts of anxiety; it was detrimental.

Having no real destination planned in mind, you found your way down the streets of New York, aimlessly searching. The rain was in a light drizzle, thunderstorm clouds gathering overhead for an enraged downpour. You just hoped you made it to wherever you were going without getting completely soaked.

Grasping the fabric of your t-shirt, you could feel your heart pounding violently in your chest. Squeezing your eyes shut, your hands shook as you tried to work your way through breathing.

If you could just steady yourself long enough, you’d be okay. But when a loud crash of thunder sounded overhead, it made you yelp and begin racing faster down the length of the sidewalk.

Gazing to your left, the solid black front door caught your attention, the familiar home seeming too inviting.

Loki.

Cutting over the lawn and pressing your sneaker-covered feet on the steps to the small wrap-around porch, your eyes were met with the gold-embellished doorbell. Inhaling sharply, a streak of lightning illuminated the sky and pushed you onward to ringing the bell.

“Please wake up, please wake up…” You trailed softly under your breath, tears still bubbling in your eyes. You glanced up to the second floor to the flicker of light break through the curtains of the bedroom. Breathing out a small sigh of relief, it wasn’t long before the door was being pulled open.

“Darling?” Loki’s sultry voice called out to you. He saw the ends of your hair dripping with water and without hesitation, he reached forward and pulled you inside.

Closing the door, his blue orbs cast into yours and he quickly saw the look of fear present in your eyes. He was able to pick up on your moods with ease.

“What happened?” Loki questioned, already taking your hand and leading you up the staircase toward his bedroom. You remained quiet, unsure of what to say.

“It’s nothing…. It’s stupid, really. I got into a fight with one of my family members. It’s okay, we just exchanged words, but… You know how I am.” You said sheepishly, a few tears streaming down your face. Loki had led you into the comfort of his bedroom where he soon was helping you change out of your dampened clothes. As he pulled one of his larger shirts over your frame, a loud crash of thunder sounded, causing you to jump closer to his chest.

Loki wrapped his arms protectively around you. “It’s okay,” He said, planting his lips to your forehead. “But why were you out there tonight, Darling?” He questioned.

You shook your head. “I couldn’t bear to go home and be alone… I was hoping maybe I could stay here for the night.” You breathed out uneasily.

Loki’s eyes pooled into yours. “Love, my home is yours. Of course, you can stay here. I just want you to be okay and feel safe.” He whispered. He could feel your body shaking against his, seeing as your breaths came in labored pants. Quickly, he took your hands into his.

“Hey, look at me,” Loki softly spoke. Your eyes lifted to meet his and Loki held your gaze intensely. “Deep breaths, okay? You’re going to run yourself into another panic attack if you aren’t careful… Focus on me, Love. I’m right here.” He encouraged you to take big breaths. Soon, you were following his breathing pattern and a wave of calm slowly began to flood over you.

Loki led you beneath the blankets. He removed his shirt for the second time tonight and tossed it over the chair by his reading nook. Wrapping his arm around you, he kissed your temple and felt as you curled into him.

His grip on you relaxed as you rolled onto his chest. Burying your nose into the crook of his neck, Loki began to draw circles into your back. You smiled gently, your lover nuzzling closer into you.

Pretty soon, you had drifted off into a peaceful sleep. Loki’s arms were secured around you as he planted one more gentle kiss to the top of your head, whispering a sweet ‘goodnight’ into your ear before turning off the light and giving in to his own rest.

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