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space-mermaid-writing · 11 months

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Cuddles [Alpha!Loki / Omega!Reader]

Summary: Loki is surprised that you ask him for cuddles

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Author’s note: This is pure fluff

Cuddles

Loki has retired to the reading corner of the tower's library. It’s a slow day and he is minding his own business. People rarely linger in the library and that is one of the reasons why he likes this place.

So he is somewhat irritated when he notices a presence right next to the couch that won’t leave even after several minutes of ignoring. He looks up and over the top edge of his book.

You stand there watching him patiently with a blanket wrapped around you. When you see that you have his attention, you ask, “Uhm… are you open for cuddles?” Your voice is quiet, almost unsure. No wonder, since it’s the first time ever you’ve asked the alpha for this. Sure, you two are friendly with each other and as one of the few omegas of the team you’re probably closer to him than the others – except for his brother of course.

But fact is, Loki is a very private person and you respect that. So even to say that the both of you are friends may be a stretch. And you have never been touchy with him before. Until now…

Loki is certain that he misheard. Or maybe you think nobody else is available. Surely, you would prefer someone else! Therefore he helps you out by pointing out, “Rogers is upstairs watching a movie with the birdman.”

You just blink at him, not sure why he tells you this. “I know…?”

“… so, you don’t want to ask them?”

“I… no, I…” Suddenly uncertainty floods the air, while you take a step back. You feel rejected and decide to retreat, so you duck your head and mumble an apology. “Sorry, I’ll just go and-”

“No, wait,” Loki interrupts you, sitting up to reach out to you and stop you from leaving. He’s not used to being sought out for anything besides missions and the occasional polite invite for group activities.

But apparently you did know you have options and chose to come to him anyway. It is a surprise to him but not an unpleasant one.

You halfway turn you head back to him, ready to leave quickly at any point. Normally, you're very confident, but the few days before your heat have you always feel vulnerable, and asking the Asgardian out was out of your comfort zone. But you craved a calm presence like his. So you are waiting for his words.

Loki waits until you make eye contact. “I’m not opposed to cuddles if you want them.”

You scrunch your nose. While it’s not a rejection, you don't like the answer. “It’s okay to say ‘no’,” you tell him, a bit of your displeasure creeping into your voice. You’re annoyed about your own temper. “I don’t want to be in your way.”

“You won’t,” Loki reassures you with more emphasis and adds a soothing scent. “In fact I insist you stay here.” He pats on the cushion next to him on the couch.

Wary you glance from Loki to the space next to him and then right back to him. He seems honest enough, even though he is the god of lies. In the end the craving that brought you here in the first place wins and you tiptoe to him. The Asgardian lies back down and you arrange your body at his side.

Loki waits until you settle down, before raising his book to go back reading.

Cuddled to his side, you’re careful to still give him space which means that you keep your arms and legs carefully tucked close.

A few minutes go by but you’re not yet fully happy about it and you start wiggling and rearranging your blanket. You feel restless, readjusting several times and trying the new position for a few seconds before discarding it and turning again.

Loki lets you do your thing for a few minutes before he decides to step in. He puts his arm around you and pulls you even closer to him.

You inhale his scent that reminds you of fresh mint, parchment and maybe something else you can’t name yet. Closing your eyes you relax instantly. It also makes you stop fussing around and humming content.

You mumble into the fabric of Loki’s shirt, “Want some of my blanket?”

This time Loki does not hesitate to agree. He is proud that you consider him trustworthy enough to share something from your nest with him. “Yes, absolutely.”

Since his arm is still around you and he holds his book in his other one, he waits until you have arranged your blanket over him. His legs are too long and not completely covered, but he doesn't mind.

You’re completely happy to be surrounded by a mixture of his and your own scent. It’s perfect. Placing your head on his shoulder, your eyes drift to the book in his hands. It looks old and out of place with the almost parchment-like pages. You have never seen something like it before.

“What are you reading?”

“These are fairy tales from Vanaheim.”

That would explain it.

“Can you read it to me?” you ask him.

Loki paused. He is reluctant to turn down your request. “It’s not written in all-speak unfortunately. I’m not sure if I can translate it on the fly.”

“That’s fine. I just like hearing your voice.” You get a sniff of pleased alpha even though Loki tries not to show it too much. He starts reading out loud instead.

It’s a language you have never heard before, but it sounds pleasant. Although you’re pretty sure he could say anything and you would like the sound of it.

You close your eyes and concentrate on the alpha’s voice that you feel vibrating in his chest. You didn’t plan on falling asleep but you can’t help it. Slowly, your mind drifts off, purring happily.

You’re sure you only imagined the kiss gently pressed on top of your hair.

#Loki x reader #Loki / reader #Alpha Loki #Omega Reader #Loki / you #marvel #mcu #mcu prompt #spacemermaid writing #a/b/o dynamics

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traveller-of-the-knight · 7 months

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WHAT IF... SCENARIOS

...but it's only Moon Knight and it's 3 am.

What if Marc Spector died in an Asgardian temple?

What if Marc Spector, while in the army, accompanied Tony Stark in the events of the first Iron Man?

What if Randal survived but Marc didn't?

What if Moon Knight had to get the soul stone but who they loved the most was eachother?

What if Mantis met Moon Knight as a therapist instead of Harrow?

What if Harrow wasn't a total simp?

What if Steven Grant was the one who made the deal with Khonshu behind Marc's back?

What if Layla was there when her father was supposed to die, so she bacame the Moon Knight to save him? (+Marc Spector is her nemesis but she's an online friend with Steven who helps her with Ancient Egyptian knowledge. They end up going on a date but Jake fronts)

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volklana · 1 year

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Gimme More

Title comes from this song:

Request: Heyyy I'm way too shy to ask this off anon but have you ever thought about writing a fic where reader has to go undercover as a stripper and she gets paired on the mission with Bucky who acts like he hates her but it's because he's secretly obsessed with her and this is the thing that drives him over the edge? I don't know just think you would do wonders with a prompt like this.

Words: 4,392

Warnings: Stripping, unwanted sexual advances, mild torture. Shower sex.

A lot of the visuals and reader’s final outfit is based on this music video:

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“Louisiana, Steve?” Bucky barked.

“I really think, this is the key Bucky, we know the deal is happening, we just need this final push of information.”

“Y/n, is already down there, has been the last two months, she’s making fantastic leads but I really think this could be the final step.”

Bucky sighed, and ran his hands through his hair.

“I know you’ve got some problems with y/n, but I really need you to do this.”

Whenever Steve said those words Bucky never felt like he could refuse, because it was Steve and everything he had done for him, so he relented.

Bucky dug the heels of his palms into his eyes, it was more than problems he had with you, he could barely stand to be in the same room as you, let alone have to live with you, he put off packing for as long as possible trying to prolong the inevitable.

Bucky let himself into the safe house, you had texted him the coordinates earlier, telling him you didn’t finish work until after 2am, he showered and climbed into bed.

Your headlights pulling into the driveway woke him and he was rising to let you in.

“I managed to get you work, you’re needed as a heavy hand, security, protection, that kind of thing.”

“How’d you manage that so quickly?” he mused.

“I’ve managed to get quite close to him, I’m his favourite girl at the moment. He trusts me.”

Bucky scoffed and you rolled your eyes, “I’m going to shower, just turn up on time and don’t fuck this up for me.”

Vincent was the club owner, despite never having been a member he had profited greatly from dealings with Hydra. Now he was running a money laundering campaign using the club as cover. He was good to his girls and for the most part ensured no one harmed any of them.

Your second week on the job you had purposely instigated a situation that had a man carried out of the club on a stretcher while you cried on Vincent’s lap, he was a sucker for a pair of sad eyes, you had the saddest eyes of all and you knew how to play him like a violin.

But Bucky didn’t need to know the ins and outs of what you had done to make this mission work.

And so Bucky went to work early the next day, and he didn’t think any more about you until you turned up for your shift the next evening.

“Hey Antonio,” you greeted running your hand along his chest as he moved the rope to let you in “James,” you acknowledged with a nod.

“Man tell me how you’ve known her this long and you aint tapping that,” Antonio sighed following you with his eyes.

“Watch how you speak,” Bucky snapped and he regained his composure sharply, surprising even himself with the outburst.

The dance music spilled out into the night drowning out the sound of crickets and Bucky and Antonio were moved from outside to run security inside. It wasn’t Bucky’s first time inside a strip club, but he didn’t particularly enjoy time in them.

Antonio tapped him and pointed his head in the direction of the stage, Bucky hadn’t even seen you make your way up to the stage, but he was mesmerised as soon as you began to sway your hips, your legs accentuated by the six inch heels you had on, hair tied up in a long ponytail that you swished and swirled effortlessly. You worked the pole in ways Bucky had no idea your body could move, he genuinely felt his mouth go dry as you dropped to the floor, crawling on all fours stopping in front of Vincent to run your hands up your body and swirl your hair, as you unhooked your bra.

Bucky looked away only then because he didn’t want to invade your privacy. The irony of that not being lost on him.

He may have been trust into the modern world against his will, but he still had certain beliefs and the only time he wanted to view your body was with permission and when it was squirming underneath his.

When he chanced a look in your direction again you were sitting on some guys lap while he spilled champagne over your chest and into your mouth.

Bucky made a mental note to make sure you were really were doing okay when you got back to base that night.

You were quiet when you slipped in, Bucky was still awake tapping on his laptop as you slipped your shoes off.

“Does this guy look familiar to you?” you asked simply throwing an ID at Bucky, the name read Andrew Beck, Bucky instantly clocked him as the guy’s lap you had been sitting on earlier.

“How did you get this?” Bucky was seriously impressed, “He paid for a private dance after you left,” you offered simply.

“Y/n,” Bucky sighed “Are you sure you’re okay with this, if Steve knew-”

“-Steve knew what he was sending me to do, I’m fine Buck. But you cannot be so uptight, Beck thought you were my boyfriend the way you kept watching like you wanted to pull the head off anyone who touched me, if Vincent sees you-”

-”No you’re right, I’m sorry.” Bucky interjected and you nodded.

“I’ve put a lot into this and we’re so close I can’t afford to slip up now.”

“We won’t,” Bucky promised, but you knew better than to rely on one of those. You eyed him warily and hmmed in response.

You excused yourself to bed after a shower.

To tell the truth Bucky was putting off going to bed, he had tried to sleep earlier but the thought of you on that stage had his mind going to all sorts of terrible places, and he’d had to readjust himself a few times to try to get comfortable. He didn’t want to cross that boundary but the way your body had wrapped around the pole earlier made that incredibly hard.

Bucky didn’t like you. He made it abundantly clear when you were both living back at the compound. He rolled his eyes at things you suggested, he berated you for mistakes you made on missions and that last one had been so bad Steve had to step in. When Steve had informed you he was sending Bucky down you had begged him for a solid week to send anyone else but him, but he never gave in. If you hadn’t invested so much of yourself into this mission you would have simply told Steve to stick it but you were almost certain you were within arms reach of finding out who Vincent was laundering for and if that meant sucking it up with Bucky for a few weeks then so be it.

Weeks went by of alternating shifts between you and Bucky, he was less and less on security work lately and more on the heavy handed side of things, collecting debts and rolling out punishments, while you continued to work the stage, collecting IDs and bringing them home for Bucky to run through the data base. One particular night he came home fist bloody and headed straight for the bottle of whiskey you kept on the counter. You were applying the finishing touches to your makeup in the bathroom mirror and getting ready to head in when you saw Bucky’s reflection behind you, “Y/n, be careful okay, you don’t hear the way the other guys talk about you and the things they want to do,” before you could even respond he was retreating into his room and slamming the door.

Bucky was the first to find out that Vincent was throwing a private party when he was booked to do security that night. He rushed home to tell you just as you were getting off the phone, “I know when the exchange is happening!” he rushed but his face fell when he saw yours, “What is it?”

“I’ve been booked to work that night,” you said simply, “None of the other girls, just me.”

“You think he’s on to us?” Bucky asked panicked.

“No Bucky, that’s not it. Private parties for Vincent normally mean more than just dancing,” you sighed rubbing your hand across your face.

“Well then it’s non negotiable you’re not going.”

“Bucky we have him, we have him in the palm of our hands now is not the time to back out. Let Steve know to be here, I’ll work out the rest.”

The bile rose in Bucky’s stomach at the thought of it but he had no choice but to trust you.

Bucky stood by the pool, arms folded watching like a hawk, for any sign of the buyer. He hoped Steve and the others were in place because he couldn’t risk using comms tonight.

He heard your laugh from across the lawn, you were in a pink silk and shimmery bra with a matching short shimmery skirt with a slit all the way up to your hip on one side, you looked like a goddess to Bucky with the gold glitter around your eyes and gold bangles adorning your arms.

There was a stage with a singular pole in the middle of the grounds, leather couches and small firepits surrounding it. Some men had already taken their seats in anticipation of your performance. When Vincent stood up to announce your arrival Bucky felt his throat go dry. The music started and you began to sway, there was no denying it, you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, you let your hair loose, letting your fingers run through it and swirled your fingers around, dropping to a splits you eased onto your back, long legs extending into the air as you spun around onto your stomach, slowly crawling your way back up the pole.

Bucky wanted to march up on stage, grab you and drag you off into a corner and fuck you senseless, him and every other man watching you, he suddenly felt an immense pang of jealousy over that.

You weren’t his to want or have.

And then he locked eyes with you, as you bent down to touch your toes, butt pressed firmly to the pole, looking up at him through your lashes he nearly came on the spot as you smiled coyly his way.

His concentration was broken however when he heard Vincent’s voice in front of him.

“I’ll want to be compensated, she’s my best earner at the moment,” Bucky honed in on the conversation.

“I will expect to try before I buy,” the man to his right said simply, eyeing you and you slid your bra off effortlessly, Bucky knew that voice, he began wracking his brains to place just where he knew that voice.

“I’ve had only the briefest taste myself but you are in for a treat.”

Bucky didn’t know if he wanted to be sick or kill the men in front of him or both but he hoped Steve would swarm the place soon so it didn’t get to that.

As you finished your set you pulled your bra back on and climbed down from the stage, to the thunderous sound of applause.

Bucky watched you wind your way through the crowd to get to him.

“Enjoy the show?” you teased and he groaned, “I saw you Barnes, you couldn’t look away.”

Bucky lunged forward to reach for you, grasping your arm in his, swallowing thickly, his eyes glanced down to your lips.

“What the fuck did you do?” Vincent shouted, grabbing you by the arm forcing you out of Bucky’s arm to face him.

“Vincent you’re hurting me,” you cried trying to wrangle out of his touch.

Bucky barely even had time to react when he felt the jab in his neck and suddenly he was losing consciousness, your terrified eyes the last thing he saw before he hit the ground.

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Bucky blinked his eyes open to a blinding pain in his head, his hands were secured high above his head and no amount of pulling could set him free, even with his metal arm. The dull ache in his shoulders told him he had been in that position for a while. He tried to do a quick survey of his surroundings, he was definitely in a bunke. He whipped his head around trying to spot you and his heart fell out of his chest when his eyes landed on your unconscious form, tied to a chair, head hanging forward and blood drying on your lips.

“Y/n,” he hissed, “Y/n, you need to wake up. Please,” he begged.

“She’s a tough one,” the same voice that he had been trying to remember earlier mused stepping out of the shadows, “Took down two of my men trying to get to you earlier, she’s got fight in her,” he cupped your face lifting it up to inspect your features, “She’s beautiful huh? Can see why the Cap chose her for this line of business.”

Bucky shook the chains in pure anger trying in vain to free himself, “Get the fuck away from her,” he roared.

It was only when he turned around that Bucky realised it was Jack Rollins, second hand to Brock Rumlow who had participated in disciplining him during his time as the Winter Soldier. He wished his stomach didn’t twist the way it did when he locked eyes with Rollins.

He let out a dry laugh, “So you’re who Vincent has been dealing with?”

“Surprised to see me?” he smirked making his way over to stand in front of Bucky, “Everyone assumed I went down with Triskelion so I let them believe it. But I’ve just been here biding my time, waiting for the day you would show up. I knew Cap couldn’t let his Hydra vendetta go. I was counting on it.”

“And you assumed he would send me?” Bucky spat.

“I knew he would,” he smirked, “Her on the other hand she’s a bonus!”

Bucky again fought with his restraints, “If you fucking touch her-”

-”You won’t be here to see it,” Rollins grinned, “The other guy, the soldier will however, he may even join in.”

Now it was Bucky’s turn to smirk, “He’s gone, the words don’t work anymore, there’s nothing you can do to torture him out of me anymore.”

“Oh I know,” Rollins smirked “You’ve been trained to withstand torture we saw to that,” he turned his attention back to you, “She however, hasn’t. In fact shall we wake her up?”

Bucky saw red and pulled so hard he nearly pulled his arms out of their sockets, but his arms would not come free. He had to simply watch in horror as Rollins threw a bucket of water over you and you gasped back to life, pulling on your own restraints, eyes widening in horror when you saw Bucky, suspended in front of you, before Rollins' face came into view.

“Nice of you to join the party sweetheart,” he smirked and you kicked your leg out in an attempt to connect with him.

Rollins laughed dryly “You see?” he turned to Bucky smirking “Feisty!”

“Fuck you,” you spat “Untie me and I’ll show you feisty.”

Rollins fisted his hand in your hair, forcing your head back, Bucky could see the goosebumps on your skin from the cold water Rollins had thrown on you, he was furious, you were still in the attire you had worn to the party, pink bra and barely there skirt, you had to be freezing, they didn’t even have the decency to cover you.

“You’re going to do something for me,” Rollins commanded.

You tried to yank your face away “I will do nothing for you,” you spat launching forward to plant a headbutt to his face, within seconds he had his hands around your throat, the chair swung back, and the two back legs were the only thing keeping it on the ground.

Bucky watched your legs kick out as you gasped for breath, but what he wasn’t prepared for was the scream that left your mouth to knock all the air out of his lungs, Rollins was holding against your bare torso a device that Bucky knew all too well, it had been used on him one too many times, the volts of electricity that were currently running through your body had been enough to bring him to his knees more than once.

As soon as the four legs hit the ground, you slumped forward, only the restraints kept you from falling forward entirely.

“Submit,” Rollins ordered and you shook your head weakly, “Submit,” he ordered again and you wearily pulled yourself back into place, “No.”

“You want to see her dance again?” he smirked and stuck the rod into your side again reveling in your screams as your body thrashed with the pain.

“Stop! Stop!” Bucky screamed, but Rollins simply drove the rod deeper into your side, your screams like a knife to Bucky’s chest, “Stop, please I’ll do whatever you want, I’ll yield. Just stop.”

He pulled the rod away from you, with a sick smirk and you slumped to the side. Bucky watched your chest rising and falling, a sheen of sweat covering your face and chest.

“Good,” he simply said “Now that I see you can be reasoned with, get some rest. I will be back to talk business soon. Lets give our girl a little chance to recover huh? I have great plans for the two of you- might have to break this one in a little more through,” he winked.

Bucky didn’t respond, his only interest was getting Rollins as far away from you as possible.

“Are you okay?” he tried after a while.

You simply nodded weakly, “Please y/n I need to hear you say it, I need you to talk to me.”

“I’m okay Buck.”

Buck, you had never called him that before.

“But if you for one second think I’m allowing you to give yourself to that creep, you have another thing coming.”

“Y/n-”

“- I can take it Bucky, whatever he does to me I can take, do you hear me? Do not offer yourself like that again. Do. You. Hear. Me?”

He nodded but he knew full well the second he had heard your scream he would rather die than watch you go through that again.

The aches in Bucky’s shoulder was turning to pain and the discomfort was evident on his face, you were assessing the situation. If you could just get out of your binds you could make it up to the chains holding him in place and free him too.

You tried standing a few times, you were shaky on your feet the first few times but you were determined.

“What are you doing?” Bucky tried but you ignored him.

When you felt like you could confidently stand, you took a deep breath, this was going to hurt like a bitch. Natasha had taught you this move on your second week of training, you had never managed to do it without immense pain, but if that meant freeing yourself to give you and Bucky a fighting chance, you were going to do it.

You sprung into action, running as fast as you could and propelling yourself into a summersault you landed down on your back, the chair collapsed in pieces and you lay winded for a few seconds before you could manage to wrangle free from the ropes that had bound your arms in place. Bucky couldn’t even process what he had just seen, he watched you push your left shoulder back into place, wincing slightly and he almost backed away when you made your way towards him.

“Are you okay?” you asked examining him carefully.

“Am I…Am I okay? Y/n are you? What the hell was that?” you huffed out a laugh and switched your attention to the chains over his head, “I need to get up there,” you motioned and he glanced up, he didn’t even get to respond before you were essentially climbing him like a tree, you felt his torso muscles tense when you came face to face, almost like he was holding his breath. You couldn’t help chance a look into his eyes, those worried cobalt eyes were boring back into yours and you swallowed thickly, arms locked around his neck and legs wrapped around his torso.

“You should have escaped,” he said, voice raspy.

“I’m not leaving without you,” you reassured “We’re both getting out of here.”

Bucky nodded and you continued your ascent upwards, the chains were clamped in an industrial clamp, it was locked and no matter how much you tried to pry it open it would not release, it was very clearly made to withstand Bucky’s strength. You slipped one of the heavy bangles off your wrist and unscrewed one of the ends Bucky watched in awe as a tiny blade appeared and you fidgeted with the lock a few seconds before you managed to pick it. The clamp opened and Bucky felt some relief as the pull loosened on his arms.

You plopped back down to the ground, and asked Bucky to pull as hard as he could and he cried out in relief when the chains pulled free from the ceiling.

Without a moments hesitation Bucky strode over to you clasped your face in his hands and pressed his lips to yours and you returned his kiss greedily, leaning your weight into him, as he snaked his arms around your waist.

“Do you think you can kick the door down?” you asked almost in a haze and he hummed with a nod of his head.

“We’ll have to fight our way out doll.”

“Ready when you are,” you nodded and he made quick work of busting down the door.

It was immediate hand to hand combat and Bucky managed to wrestle a gun from a guard and take out a few more along the way. You were in your bare feet trying to avoid getting your toes trampled on as you fought tooth and nail with a foot soldier who refused to go down, a shot to his shoulder from Bucky had him collapsing and allowed you to pass by.

“Where’s Rollins?” you shot to Bucky as the two of you escaped down a winding corridor, it almost seemed too easy.

Bucky took your hand in his and pulled you along beside him, ready to pounce at any second and finally he was kicking a door out into the fresh night air, and you were both running faster than you had ever run before.

You couldn’t risk going back to the safe house now that your cover was blown, and you didn’t stop running until you were fit to collapse, your body had been through significantly more than Bucky’s tonight.

He managed to hotwire a car and only once you had been driving for over an hour did you feel safe.

Bucky stopped at a gas station to fill up the tank and returned with a sweatshirt that said Louisiana on it, “I thought you’d be cold,” he said simply when your eyes softened at him.

“I spoke to Steve,” he added after a moment, “I used the phone in the store to call him, they’re going after Rollins, Nat got a hit on him, I have the coordinates for a safe house an hour an a half away so they’re going to meet us there tomorrow.”

You relaxed back into your seat, pulling the sweatshirt on.

Bucky collapsed onto the sofa in the safehouse and you rummaged for some food, in the cabinets, finding a box of mac n cheese and opting to make that for both of you, you both ate in silence. The shift in yours and Bucky’s relationship was thick in the air and you didn’t know how to broach it.

“I’m going to take a shower,” Bucky’s voice broke your trail of thoughts and you nodded with a small smile. You bit the inside of your cheek as you heard the water begin to run, before you could overthink it you followed him into the bathroom.

He was standing with his back turned to you, water dripping down his muscled back, and your mouth went dry, you slipped the Louisiana sweatshirt off and his deep voice commanded from nowhere, “Leave the outfit on,” you smirked and slipped into the shower in your shimmery costume, gasping when he pushed you up against the cool tiles of the shower wall.

“You have no idea what you do to me in those tight little outfits,” he groaned sliding his hand up under the skirt, “Watching your body move on stage, watching every man in the room want you, was driving me crazy.”

You panted head thrown back as his fingers continued to work their magic, and just as you were about to reach your release he pulled his fingers away, “All of them wanted you, but who did you want?”

“You Buck. Wanted you,” was just about all you could muster.

Suddenly, without warning he flipped you around and you had to put your hands against the tiles to brace yourself, his pace was ferocious, pounding into you, hands fisted into your hair, your palms against the tiles the only thing protecting your face from making contact with the wall. You cried out as he pounded, the sound echoing through the steamy room and he grunted as he came, releasing his hold on your hair and slowing his pace, and you winced as he pulled out.

He spun you around much more gently this time, removing your outfit gingerly and easing you under the water, he lathered his hands with soap and gently massaged your body.

“You’re fucking beautiful,” he mused and you sighed contentedly, wrapping your arms around his neck, and leaning in for a kiss.

“Next time will be more gentle,” he mused running his hands tenderly up and down your waist.

“I’m ready when you are,” you smirked pecking his swollen lips.

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cyber-phobia · 2 years

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infinity war au prompt: [Cruel Mercy]

Thanos wins by being merciful; Peter Parker does not die. "I have enough mercy left for children."

Peter keeps the suit on when they leave Titan to conserve oxygen in the ship. Stark's suit doesn't have enough nanites to do the same.

When Rodgers comes to ask Stark to invent time travel he refuses. He does not tell Peter about it. “Risking everything got me into a lot of shitty situations. No more.”

#marvel #mcu #infinity war #infinity war spoilers #mcu prompt #marvel cinematic universe #peter parker

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a-strange-server · 1 year

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A Strange Holiday Playlist

Hi everyone! Here is the 2nd event we were all — hopefully —waiting for!

The event is a seven day prompt list consisting of songs — interpret them however you want — created by WinterAlice [the rules and prompts] in honour of the holidays (not focused on any religion whatsoever; just festive vibes) & hosted in collaboration with A Strange Server and its social media. From the 28th December 2022 to 4th January 2023, you can pick one of the following song, and make art inspired by it!

Brief info:

🎄 The list is open to all forms of creativity regarding Stephen Strange.

🎄 Fill as few or as many prompts as you would like.

🎄 Tag prompts with #strangeholidayplaylist so we can reblog it on Tumblr and/or find it on ao3.

🎄 You can also submit your work in the ao3 server's collection.

The rules:

1. Must star if not heavily feature our favourite magic man.

2. Any ship allowed.

3. No underaged content allowed!

4. No Dead Dove: Do Not Eat allowed!

5. Can be posted on any day between December 28th — January 4th.

6. Can post for as few or as many entries as you like.

7. Entries can be in any format (art, videos, writing, etc.).

8. NSFW content is allowed but please post it separately from your other entries.

Here are the available prompts, a proposition of two for each day to choose from (but you can do both too). WinterAlice paired them all into similarish themes.

❄️ Blue Christmas by Elvis Presley or Last Christmas by Wham!

❄️ All I Want for Christmas is You by Mariah Carey or Mistletoe by Justin Bieber

❄️ Happy Xmas (War is Over) by John Lennon or Silver Bells by Bing Crosby

❄️ Where Are You Christmas? by Faith Hill from the Dr. Seuss’s How the Grinch Stole Christmas soundtrack or Believe by Josh Groban from the Polar Express soundtrack

❄️ What’s This? by Danny Elfman from the Nightmare Before Christmas soundtrack or You’re a Mean One Mr. Grinch by Tyler, The Creator from the How the Grinch Stole Christmas soundtrack

❄️ When Christmas Comes to Town by Meagan Moore and Matthew Hall from the Polar Express soundtrack or That’s Christmas to Me by Pentatonix

❄️ Deck The Halls by Thomas Oliphant or Winter Wonderland by Perry Como

#a strange server #strangeholidayplaylist #prompt list #christmas event #fandom event #dr strange #doctor strange #stephen strange #doctor stephen strange #marvel #mcu #mcu prompt #writer on tumblr #artist on tumblr #mcu christmas event #fanart #art #fanfics

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dampkiiwi · 2 years

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MCU Peter prompt where he gets close to the cloak of levitation and one day in the winter —when Strange isn’t busy and of need of the cloak— it decides to accompany Peter to school to help keep him warm since his jacket got trashed and hasn’t been able to get a new one yet, yeah that’s the reason and totally not cause the cloak just wanted to vibe with Peter that day, no not at all.

Peter definitely tries to get the cloak to go away cause he doesn’t want to draw attention at school but eventually gives up and embraces his fate. His classmates don’t realize it’s not a normal cloak and just think Parkers being rlly weird until the cloak deals with Flash when he picks on Peter. *cue the cloak wrapping Peter up when he starts shivering in class cause he can’t thermoregulate*

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multifandom-worlds · 1 year

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PROMPTS!

Feel free to request anything from the prompt lists.

When requesting, follow this format: prompt type and number, character name, pronouns used and name if you want it personalized to you.

Example: "Fluff prompt 2, Bucky, she/her, Stacey"

Check out Requests if you want to know about the rules!

#mlqc prompts #mcu prompt #angsty prompts #fluff prompts #mr love queen's choice #mr love #loki of asgard #mcu bucky barnes #mcu loki #mcu fanfiction

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darkkitty1208 · 1 year

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Thinking about what it would be like if Stephen meets Shuri. Wakanda Forever spoilers ahead.

I mean, they both share the trauma of losing siblings (like most in the MCU are lmao). To make it even better, (or worse. Depends on your definition of better and worse XD) there's also the fact that Ramonda died drowning like Donna did, too... As always I thought of scenarios and now I can't stop thinking about what it'd be like if they had a heart-to-heart and bonded through their grief.

What if one day an interdimensional attack happened in Wakanda and the sorcerers insisted to help as they were more experienced in dealing with the sort? Shuri doesn't strike me as the type to easily trust someone after what she's been through, so I guess it would make sense if she would refuse at first. Stephen could somehow convince her, or maybe Okoye would, or both of them. Point is, she would give in at the end and accept their offer.

Talokans could be involved but their presence doesn't change the whole idea. Although I think it will be inevitable anyway as the battle, in my imagination, will be in a body of water or wherever in Wakanda where water is present. You can sort of see where I'm going with this *wiggles eyesbrows*.

Stephen could bond with Shuri through their planning stage of the battle. Maybe he thinks that Shuri is incredibly talented for someone her age and grows respect for her. Shuri in turn sees a reflection of T'challa in Stephen at some point. Don't get me wrong, Stephen and T'challa are both incredibly different and complex characters, but what reminds you most of your sibling if not playful banter?

Okay. So then when the time comes, the creature breaches through the water, their defenses are up and everyone knows what they're doing. Everything goes according to plan for while, before at some point Shuri fell into the water, preferably injured or something so that she is mostly incapable of swimming back up, but before Namor or any of the other Talokans could save her, Stephen panics, drops whatever he was dealing with, and immediately dives in to save her.

He would mutter something like 'Oh god, Donna, you're safe, you're okay' in a small, panicked voice when he brings Shuri back to land, and Shuri would be conscious enough to half-hear it, half-process it, but is probably too busy trying to get her breath back to ask.

When the battle ends and the creature's successfully banished back to its realm, what's left is to fix the collateral damage and heal the wounded.

Shuri approaches Stephen as he tends to his own injuries, formally thanking him and the sorcerers for assisting them and help protect her people, and then just takes a moment to converse with him or something. At some point she brings up 'Donna', and something about her, something about that moment, just makes Stephen feel like it's safe to share to her about that. Maybe it's because he knew she wouldn't respond with pity but, in turn, with understanding. Maybe it's because of the tiredness after the battle that makes him feel more vulnerable. Maybe it's because he sees Donna in her, too.

So Stephen tells her about Donna, maybe even about Victor too. Shuri just looks at him for a moment and then asks him to come with her, and then bring him to the lake where she and her mother had sat that night in front of the fire.

Since burning funeral garments is out of the question here, she could just tell him to sit down and reminisce his time with his sibling(s). She could share about her own experience in grieving over her mother and brother, and Stephen would respond in kind -- with understanding.

So yeah. I think I sort of got carried away with the scenario a bit too much. XD Now that I think about it, MCU!Stephen lost Donna when she fell into ice, dammit, but ugh. Too late for that thought now.

#thank you for coming to my ridiculous ted talk #long post #this is just for fun and i likely wouldnt write it #doesnt mean nobody could! so feel free to use the idea if anyone wants to. although it is an admittedly shitty one so probably nobody would #i think id be delighted if anyone did though #prompt #mcu prompt #black panther #doctor strange #stephen strange #shuri #mcu shuri #kitty makes up scenarios #wakanda forever spoilers #wakanda forever

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fan-love-ang-shortstoryprompts · 1 year

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Prompts that got taken down on AO3 #11

Bucky is Peter Parker's biological grandfather, illegitimate.

He slept with some girls before he went to war, so it's not entirely out of the possiblity.

Please give me 2012-2014 era "all avengers minus peter live in the tower" please.

But Peter visits for lab days. And MJ meets Bucky. And Tony. Bc that would be hilarious.

And if you don't mind, a Field Trip to Avengers Tower/Stark Industries too.

I would like to request that as a collective, we ignore Tony's death in Endgame, therefore tossing FFH and NWH (as much as I loved both of those movies) and FATWS (again, loved, but not for this fic), along with basically all following shows/movies out the window.

#bucky fic #bucky barnes #writing prompts #writing prompt #marvel #marvel fic #mcu fanfiction #mcu fic #mcu prompt #marvel prompt #peter parker #tom holland #sebastian stan #peter parkers field trip to stark tower

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prettywitchiusaka · 2 years

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So here’s a fun idea; a day in the life of Sinister. We see him Dreamwalk into another Stephen (who is with Clea) and look for Christine, who is married. This Clea tries to intervene, but fails/gets killed, and Sinister succeeds in killing another Stephen.

I also have this line in mind. Sinister is saying this to Clea. Sinister: Why do I keep seeing you in every universe I’m in? Why is he with YOU and not HER!?

#marvel cinematic universe #Doctor Strange #Sinister Strange #Clea #stephen x clea #Prettywitch's Fanfiction #mcu headcannon #mcu prompt

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space-mermaid-writing · 2 years

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The witchling and the god - Masterlist

Summary: The Avengers were looking for someone to help Loki fit in with the team. To become socially acceptable, so to speak. He had been given the choice of sitting in a cell in Asgard or serving some sort of community service probation on Midgard. The Avengers and Shield both felt that as long as Loki was on Earth, he should be under supervision. This is now your job. Why? Because you’re a witch. You’re not sure why this qualifies you, but here you are, giving it a shot. What could possibly go wrong?

Relationship: Loki x Witch!Reader

Tags: Witch!Reader, Magic, Witches, slow burn, everybody lives in the tower, character development, Loki‘s redemption, Stephen Strange is a friend, Loki and Stephen are frenemies, Tony Stark is a good bro, kids love Loki, Tony has stupid nicknames for everybody, eventual smut

Status: completed

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8

Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12

Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16

Chapter 17 | Chapter 18 | Chapter 19 | Chapter 20

Chapter 21 | Chapter 22 | Chapter 23 | Chapter 24

Chapter 25 | Chapter 26 | Chapter 27 | Chapter 28

Chapter 29 | Chapter 30 | Chapter 31 | Epilogue

Witchling Art Tag

#loki x y/n #Loki x reader #loki odinson #loki layfeyson x you #loki layfeson #loki laufesyon x reader #Loki x you #imagine loki #the witchling and the god #imagine marvel #mcu prompt #loki odison x reader #marvel x reader #mcu x reader #loki fanfction #slow burn #Masterlist #Witchling Masterlist #x Reader Masterlist

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volklana · 10 months

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I’ll Be Looking at the Moon, But I’ll Be Seeing You

Title Comes From This Song:

Summary: Bucky has been having terrible luck with the dating scene. Until he makes the match of his dreams on a dating app, and breaks your heart in the process.

(Based on a request that I will post at the end to avoid spoilers)

Words: 10,000+

Warnings: Angst. Angst. Angst

Bucky flopped down dramatically on your bed, arm covering his eyes and sighed.

“What was it this time?” you laughed, closing your laptop and shoving him with your foot.

“She was more interested in the other guy, the soldier. Doll she asked me if I would dress up as him, chase her through the forrest and fuck her there.”

“Wow…” you laughed “And you were not into that at all?”

“Doll,” he sat up suddenly serious “Come on, do you know how triggering that would be?”

You reached over and rubbed his arm reassuringly “I’m sorry Buck, I was just trying to lighten the mood but you’re right that is completely out of line to ask of you.”

He went back to slouching on the bed, pulling a pillow and burying his face in it “This dating thing is a complete disaster and I am so done!”

You sat up straight in the bed when Bucky bolted through the door it took you a second to realise he was crying, “Buck?” you just about managed before he crashed into you sobbing.

“What is it? What happened?” you were beginning to panic.

“It was a set up,”he just about managed into your shoulder, “It was a fucking set up.”

You rubbed soothing patterns into his back,”She was waiting with a gang, turns out the soldier killed her cousin, she saw it as a perfect chance to get revenge.”

You pulled apart to examine him, his shirt was torn and there was blood drying on his bottom lip.”

“And you let them hurt you?” you shrieked, cupping his cheek gently and he melted into your touch but he was too ashamed to meet your eyes.

“I deserved it doll, I hurt their family.”

“You didn’t! It was the soldier,” you almost cried “And you are done, DONE, taking the punishments for him, do you hear me?” Bucky nodded but still refused to meet your eye, so you hooked your finger under his chin and forced his eyes up to meet you, “Do you hear me?” you whispered and he melted completely into your touch.

What you had hoped would perk him up and bring him out of his shell was actually having the opposite effect and when you saw his gloomy form, sitting at the island with a coffee in his hand the next morning,informing you he was going to delete all dating apps, you had to persuade him otherwise. Surely the right girl was out there somewhere.

And just when he was about to give up completely, a match took his breath away.

He told you about Luna a few days later at training, “We stayed up all night talking, and she never mentioned him once,(Him being the Winter Soldier) she wanted to know about me, what kind of music I liked, my favourite song, about my thoughts,” he was practically soaring and you couldn’t help but smile along, “And she’s so smart, they way she talks about things I honestly want to know her thoughts on everything.”

It was like Bucky was walking on air, everyone at the compound could see it.

His phone pinged at lunch and you watched in awe as his eyes lit up, smiling from ear to ear as he read the message,your heart fluttered heavy in your chest at the realisation that he was reading a message from her.

When the messaging moved from the dating app to instant messaging you realised that this was getting quite serious for Bucky.

“I think maybe you need to slow down Buck,” you tried to keep your tone light, “I know it’s exciting but just remember, it’s the internet people can be different in real life.”

“I know doll, but there’s just something about her, I really could see myself falling.”

Your heart sank down to your toes and you couldn’t deny the uneasy feeling in your stomach.

Weeks went by and Steve was beginning to joke that Bucky’s phone was surgically attached to his hand. He was getting in trouble during briefings for being on his phone, during movie nights his phone never stopped lighting up and no one could deny the change in his personality.

“I wish I was there with you,” he wrote as he lay in bed, phone resting on his chest.

“I wish you were too,” was the reply and he bit the inside of his cheek before he typed out, “I know it’s crazy but little things make me think of you. I saw some lavender on my run today and I couldn’t stop smiling. When I look out at the moon all I can think of is that you’re here in this world and I can’t help the way my heart beats faster just knowing you exist.”

“My favourite part of every day is talking to you Bucky.”

“I think I’m falling, is that crazy to you?”

“It’s not crazy at all Buck x”

“Do you think she’s scared?” Bucky asked, “I mean we’ve been talking for months and she keeps saying she’s just not ready to meet, is it me do you think she’s afraid of me?”

You paused, choosing your words carefully “Maybe she’s afraid it won’t be the same in person as it is online. Maybe she’s afraid you won’t like the real version of her.”

“That’s literally not possible doll,” he gushed “I’m in so deep at this point.”

“Maybe she’s just not ready Buck,” you gulped and he nodded.

“That’s what she says,” he conceded.

As Bucky was falling in love, you were becoming a shell.

You weren’t sleeping, the bags under your eyes were testament to this. You were in a constant state of feeling like you were losing your best friend and as the days went by you were less and less able to eat, much less able to look Bucky in the eye.

He noticed the distance but put it down to you being busy. You seemed to be training with Steve a lot more, you’d been on quite a few missions with him lately.

Before Luna, Bucky had thought about maybe being open about his feelings to you but now he wondered if maybe the reason nothing ever happened between you was because you had feelings for Steve? You’d never confessed that to him but he truly wished happiness for you the way he saw himself finding happiness in Luna.

And then it all came crashing down.

Bucky didn’t show up for training, or dinner and he wasn’t answering your messages, so before you called it a night you swung by his room. He reluctantly let you in and you could see in his eyes that something was wrong. He smelled of whiskey and you noticed the empty bottle on the bed, face scrunching up in concern, Bucky followed your gaze and laughed humuourlessly,

“It didn’t even take the edge off it.”

“Bucky, what's wrong?” you tried reaching for him and he gladly moved into your embrace, hugging you so tight he lifted you off your feet.

“Whats’s wrong?” you tried again when he placed you gently down.

“She doesn’t want anything to do with me anymore,” he said with a half smile “Said it was truly amazing while it lasted and that she would never forget me,” he broke away from your gaze and moved to look out the window “But she has found someone in real life and that’s it, she wishes me the best.”

“Bucky,” you sighed sadly, moving over to wrap your arms around him from behind, “I’m so sorry.”

“Y/n I know it’s stupid but no one has ever made me feel the way she did. Apart from you, no one has ever bothered to get to know me the way she did. I feel like I bared my entire soul to her and now she’s just tossed me aside, like she was always just waiting for someone better to come along. And I really don’t blame her, everyone leaves eventually.”

“You still have Steve, you still…have me,” you offered weakly and he smiled a small smile.

“Yeah until some guy comes along and sweeps you off your feet,” he nudged you with his elbow.

“Well lucky for you there is only one guy I am interested in and I’m right here with him,” you nudged him back.

He contemplated that for a moment before turning to face you fully “I would be lost without you doll, thank god I still have you.”

Bucky was making coffee at midnight when you wandered into the kitchen his somber mood was echoed with the sad record he was playing on the turntable.

You took a seat at the island and he automatically began to fill a second cup.

“You feeling a little down tonight Buck?”

He simply hmmed stirring some sugar into your coffee.

“Would you like company, or would you like to be left alone?”

That was one of the things Bucky loved about you, you always gave him the opportunity to be left alone if he needed it.

“No, I would love some company doll.”

You sat in silence for a long time, simply enjoying the warmth of the coffee between your hands.

The record changed to one you had heard Bucky listen to a thousand times, “I’ll Be Seeing you,” by Bing Crosby began to waft across the kitchen and before you could overthink it you were on your feet, Bucky looked at you puzzled but didn’t make an attempt to stop you pulling him to his feet.

“Dance with me Buck,” you whispered and he pulled you flush against his chest, swaying you slowly across the cold tiles, his metal hand resting on the small of your back and your hand firmly clasped in his human one.

“This is my favourite song,” he whispered into your hair and you nodded gently, “I know.”

He swallowed thickly and you lifted your eyes to look up at him through your lashes. It felt like an eternity looking into each others eyes and gently swaying, before a look of confliction crossed his entire features “Doll…” he swallowed and you rose up on your tiptoes to close the distance between your lips.

He met you gently at first, hands planted firmly on your waist and when you pulled away he moaned gently at the loss.

You caressed his cheekbones with your thumbs, “Do you want me to stop Buck.”

“No,” he rushed, “Please don't stop. Need this. Need you,” he rasped, closing the distance between you again.

Bucky was a gentle lover and worshiped your body in ways no one had ever done before.

When you woke up in the morning naked and in sheets that smelled like Bucky, you thought you were in a dream until said man pulled you close and whispered “Good morning beautiful.”

Bucky was sent on a mission to South America with Sam and Steve, he’d been gone exactly three weeks and there wasn’t one day you didn’t think about that night in the kitchen.

While you hadn’t explicitly spilled your feelings to Bucky you were hoping something good could begin when he arrived back.

He was different when he arrived home. You had run out to meet the quinjet when it landed, Steve and Sam encompassed you in tight hugs, but Bucky tight lipped, simply acknowledged your existence with a nod. And it only got worse from there.

He was actively refusing to meet your eyes and after their briefing he simply told you he was tired and wanted to rest, brushing by you in the corridor.

His rejection hurt, but you had to respect his privacy, maybe the mission had been triggering to him or tough on his mind, you decided to allow him his space.

But when one nights turned into two, you couldn’t help yourself meekly knocking on his door.

“Come in,” his voice called from inside and you gently let yourself in.

He was lying across his bed, records littered around the floor and again the room smelled like whiskey.

“Bucky?” you tried and he lifted his head, grinning stupidly when his eyes landed on you “Here she is the woman of the hour!”

“Bucky you’re drunk!” you gasped in disbelief and he waved you off dismissively.

“What’s wrong?” you asked gingerly, not enjoying the change in pace of his treatment of you.

“I don’t know y/n why don’t you tell me?,” he laughed bitterly “Y/n is that even your real name?”

“Of course that’s my real name Buck, what the hell has gotten into you?”

“You lie so well it’s hard to tell.”

Your heart hammered in your chest as he rose from his bed swiftly, “What is that supposed to mean Buck?”

He was in front of you within seconds caging you between his body and the door behind you.

“Tell me why you did it?” he demanded “Because I can’t decide if it was out of pity or cruelty. And I’m not sure which one is worse”

“Did what?” you asked, voice shaking.

“Stop lying,” he pleaded fist colliding with the door behind you.

“I want the truth,” he was seething “I want to give you one chance to tell the truth before I spell it out for you.

“No?” he mocked as you shook your head, tears springing to your eyes, “Fine,” he huffed stomping over to his backpack and rummaging before he flung something in your direction, you caught it eyes widening in terror when you realised what it was.

Your second phone.

“Bucky,” you cried, whole body shaking and feeling the bile rise in your throat, “Bucky I can explain.”

“No, please do! I would love to hear the explanation for this…Luna” he gestured to the room around him.

“I was trying to help, please. Please, you have to believe me,” you stood in front of him pleading “You had so many awful experiences. I wanted to show you there were still good people out there, people who would love you for who you are. I wanted to give you a boost. You were in such a bad place I just wanted to help.” You were openly crying and you reached for his hand but he snapped it away.

Bucky actively sniffed and you could see him trying to blink away the tears threatening to fall.

“I never meant to lie to you,”

“You were born to lie,” he snapped, still refusing to meet your eye.

“I hated lying to you Bucky, it just snowballed out of my control and it was too late to back out. I didn’t expect you to message back. I didn’t expect you to develop feelings but the connection was real, everything we talked about was real, none of that was a lie. Please, you have to believe me.”

“You are twisted,” he cried in disbelief “Truly twisted. Standing there telling me it was all real I thought I was talking to a real person, a real person I had a chance of a relationship with and all along it was you playing god with my emotions, with my feelings. I mean god, don’t you think I have been lied to enough in my life for one person.”

“Bucky I never meant to lie to you, please,” you cried reaching for him, but again he batted away your touch again, “I know it sounds stupid and I don’t expect you to understand but I genuinely thought I was doing a good thing but here’s the truth, I needed to talk to you as much as you needed to talk to Luna. It was selfish and horrible but talking to you really was my favourite part of every day and when I was falling for you I knew I had to end it so I did.”

“When I lost Luna, I kept thinking at least I had you. And do you want to know the worst part of this whole mess, you never had to do this. God you’re so stupid, it was always you I wanted from the start. I never wanted to go on stupid dates with anyone else I wanted you, and now you’ve destroyed everything!”

You were sobbing “I’m still me, Bucky you know me. You know everything about me please, I never meant to hurt you.”

“Crocodile tears,” he scoffed “Let me ask you something, were you ever going to tell me the truth.”

You had the decency to look ashamed.

“That’s exactly what I thought,” he laughed in disbelief “You’re not sorry you did this, you’re sorry you got caught.”

“I am sorry Bucky, I can’t make you believe that, and all I have to give you is at the time I thought I was doing a kind thing, only now I see that it was cruel. But my feelings for you were never a lie, and I know you don’t want to admit it, but you know you have feelings for me too.”

Suddenly he was before you again towering over you, seething, finger pointed in your face “You mean nothing to me anymore. Nothing. Do you hear me? You don’t look my way, you don’t speak to me, you don’t touch me ever again.”

You backed away from him until your back hit the door “You’re rotten from the inside out and you sucked me in with that pretty face,” he cupped your face forcing you to meet his eye “I might be ugly on the outside but you, you are the worst kind of ugly, poison wrapped up in a pretty package but that’s all you’ll ever be,” he spat venomously “And when those pretty looks fade you’ll be left with no one and nothing.”

He released his hold on your face with force and your eyes automatically fell to the floor again, you tried to find your voice but the shame in your chest threatened to choke you if you opened your mouth again but still you tried.

“My feelings were real and my intentions were true, and I am so so sorry I lied to you. I can’t bare the thought that I’ve hurt you.”

Bucky wiped the tears that fell from his eyes aggressively, “Get out y/n. Please I can’t bare to be around you.”

“Bucky,” you pleaded.

“Get out. Please!” he pleaded, opening the door, forcing you out into the corridor and slamming it closed in your face before you could even catch your breath.

“I think it’s for the best y/n,” Steve said softly and you nodded. You were being redeployed and Steve had done his absolute best to make it a job you would be happy in.

He helped you carry the last of your luggage out, the rest of the team weren’t exactly on speaking terms with you but Steve, ever your captain, held no malice towards you.

As he held your door open for you he scratched the back of his neck and cleared his throat.

“Y/n, I have to know, was it real?”

You held back tears as you nodded, “I loved him with all my heart Steve, I just went about it all wrong.”

“Why Luna?” you smiled fondly and the pang of guilt that ran through you, knocked the smile right off your face and you sniffed “It’s from his favourite song, there’s a line that says “I’ll be looking at the moon, but I’ll be seeing you.”

“Bing Crosby,” Steve smiled fondly, “He always did love him.”

“And Steve, I did love Buck, I really loved him.”

“I know you did, and deep down he knows that too y/n.”

Bucky was miserable. He threw himself into training recruits with Steve and going on as many missions as physically possible but he couldn’t deny that he missed you.

God he was so mad at you, sometimes he contemplated calling you up just to yell at you, but he also considered calling you up to tell you to come back, come home.

He couldn’t listen to “I’ll Be Seeing You" without crying, it used to make him nostalgic for a simpler time, before the war, before HYDRA, before it all, but now it just reminded him of slow-dancing barefoot in the kitchen, your hand in his.

He would never tell anyone this but in the first few weeks since you left, he would let himself into your old room and sit on the bed.

It used to be the place he would flop down and tell you his thoughts, and fill you in on every failed date or every time Sam was driving him insane.

Now it was just empty and cold.

He knew he had every right to be upset with you, that was never a question, but he did regret how he had spoken to you in the moment. Some of the things he had said were out of line but he was hurt. More hurt than he’d felt in a long time.

Part of him felt guilty that everyone sided with him, no one not even Sam waved you off as you left and Nat had looked at you like you were a piece of dirt on her shoe.

Good riddance he’d thought at the time, so why was he being eaten alive by guilt now.

Soon your room was filled with a new recruit and Bucky had to accept the fact that that room held nothing for him anymore.

“You could always call her,” Steve suggested and Bucky shriveled under his knowing gaze.

You were at a work party with your new team, the shots were pouring and you were knocking them back. It was the first time you had let loose in months and you were enjoying the feeling of floating on air for a while. You had danced with one particular teammate all night and you gladly accepted another drink he bought you.

Until tipsy turned into absolutely paralytic and you found yourself unable to get up from the chair you were sitting in.

Bucky’s heart began to pound in his chest as soon as his phone began to vibrate and your name appeared on screen, he contemplated ignoring it and letting you go to voicemail just so he could prepare himself more but three, four rings and he answered.

“Is this Bucky?” a shaky voice the other side asked and Bucky sat upright in the bed “Who is this? Where is y/n?”

“My name is Claire, I’m on her team,” Claire’s voice was shaking. She sounded like she was panicking “I’m so sorry to bother you but you are down as Y/n’s emergency contact on her phone and I don’t know what to do.”

Bucky was pulling on pants before Claire even got to finish her sentence, and he was pulling on clothes as he made his way down to the garage to grab his car.

“I’m on the way,” Bucky rushed heart beating so fast in his chest he thought he would surely have a panic attack before he got to you.

Bucky arrived to find you in Claire’s arms, cradling your head to her chest, you were very clearly intoxicated and tears were streaming down your cheeks.

“What happened?” he asked Claire, not quite ready to meet your eyes yet

“I think her drink was spiked,” Claire was actively trying to recall your movements “It’s the only way she could have got this bad so quickly. She just kept saying your name over and over again, I figured with that and you being her emergency contact she would want to be with you.” Bucky felt his heart break in a way he didn’t know was possible before bending down to come face to face with you, as drunk as you were you refused to meet his eyes.

“C’mon let’s get you home,” he said softly, “Thank you so much Claire I’ve got her from here.”

Bucky spent a sleepless night watching you. He was terrified if he took his eyes off you something bad would happen.

You mumbled in your sleep and he was by your side in an instant, it took him a moment to realise you were saying his name and he couldn’t help but reach out and tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear, you fussed slightly in your sleep but didn’t open your eyes.

“Why did you do it doll?” he sighed, continuing his ministrations on your hair, “Why did you do it?”

Request: This is such a weird request, but I live in the UK and there's a soap here where there is a catfishing storyline and it got me thinking what if Bucky was struggling with dating apps and y/n made a profile to try and boost his confidence but they actually end up falling for Bucky and have a shit tonne of angst and heartbreak and hopefully a happy ending but I trust you to take it wherever it needs to go?

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