Only 30 Minutes Intro The Movie And I Was Ready To Risk It All For Him

only 30 minutes intro the movie and i was ready to risk it all for him

thinking about him and how he deserved better

true confessions

summary—perhaps agreeing to participate in a game on national television whose sole purpose is to get its hands onto someone’s private life — while actively hiding your relationship with Fallon’s other guest — wasn’t the brightest of ideas.

pairing—actor!bucky x actress!reader

word count—2.1k

warnings—suggestive-ish themes.

author’s note—i binged a couple of fallon’s “true confessions” interview games during zoom and here we are. please note that my portrayal of j*mmy f*llon is better than he will ever be dear god. ps – feel free to contribute in twt usernames i can possibly use because holy fuck those i came up with might be the worst things ive ever typed on this site. disclaimer!! any similarities to someone’s @ is completely unintentional!

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Beauty is pain, so they say. And indeed, they know what they’re talking about.

The fabric of her velvet, dark lilac jumpsuit rubs against the inside of her thighs irritably, yet it’s nothing she can’t endure. The click, click click of her heels tapping on the marble floor echoes around the buzzing with energy backstage area as she awaits for her cue, shifting her toes inside the restricting footwear. Fallon’s characteristic voice steadily rises in tempo and pitch as he introduces his second player and guest for the elaborate game, having introduced her co-star, James… Bucky, a few moments before. The backstage crew swiftly motions her to have a seat on a chair in which she will be rolling in the camera frame with, and roll she does.

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Me: Wow I can’t believe it’s canon that Natasha and Tony both survived Endgame :)

MCU: That’s not canon though

Me: You just made every possible timeline real with the Loki season 1 finale so aCTUALLY—

how does levi love or show he cares :) ?

author note :: ok this was very nice to write thank you for requesting it :-)

“watch your step, be careful.” – levi always has a hand close to your waist when he feels comfortable and senses that the two of you are away from invading stares

“have half.” – he’ll offer you part of his meal purely because he feels he should check in on you, he doesn’t ask in a sweet way or anything just a simple “want a bite?” or “eat.” but it means a lot

“got your gear on correctly?” – levi’s hands travel to your straps shoving a finger underneath to test whether or not you’ve tightened your harness appropriately. it’s become a habit for him to check, he likes to reassure himself that you’re safe and secure

“get some sleep.” – he knows how it feels to suffer with three hours or less, most of the time he struggles to even reach two hours. the least he thinks he can do is make sure you’re sleeping soundly

“dear.” – levi murmurs the term of endearment under his breathe as he holds your shaky hands after particularly gut wrenching expeditions. you don’t know why but it makes you feel better even if it’s just for a moment.

“i love you.” – only ever saved for the rarest of occasions. he whispers it into your hair when he believes you aren’t awake. you’ve been lucky enough to catch him in the act twice.

levi loves and cares for you quietly, he won’t spare you a glance as he hands you water, nor will he look at you when you’re hungry. he’ll simply slip some more food onto your plate wordlessly.

he gets worked up when your safety is at risk. when you make mistakes during training you often get a harsh warning but one day after a difficult training session filled with stumbling and tripping, levi loses it.

at first you’re irked, you’re covered in sweat and you want to shower but then you happen to notice the way his eyes glaze over as he speaks

“if you died do you have any idea what would happen?” his fingers dig into the flesh of your shoulders sorely

wincing a little you squirm under his grasp. soon after he realises what he’s doing and takes a step back.

levi retreats almost immediately, doesn’t say a word after that and coops himself up in his office for the next two days

he’s always been avoidant with relationship issues but you know he needs his own time to reflect and come around to a conclusion

at the end of the second day he knocks on your bedroom door without any pauses. as soon as the door is flung open he practically falls right into your shoulders. you think he might cry but all he does is groan.

“if you died everything would go to shit.”

fingers lacing into his scalp and massaging his head you will him into taking it easy. he eventually finds it in him to sigh again without sounding as stressed as before

it’s always been like that. he’s always been first to make amends with you. not because you’re unwilling to apologize but because you know he needs his space

“levi, i know why you worry. don’t say sorry.” your reassurance elicits yet another shaky yet relieved breath.

“thank you.” levi rarely says i love you. thank you happens to be his substitute for when he knows you’re listening but you’re okay with it. he only cares and loves those he’s thankful for.

you aren’t bothered if he doesn’t say i love you out loud. you still happen to remember his deeper professions of love during the nights where he foolishly assumes you’ve slept.

you feel the most loved when he holds onto you tighter, restlessly. it feels like he worries your duvet will eat you up whole and steal you away from him.

all of his daily gestures of affection which may seem unnoticeable to others keep you going

and to be honest you think those gestures are worth much more than the words that accompany them

the subtle way his eyes automatically lookout for your figure in a crowd, to the way he holds your hand under the dinner table not wanting others to notice and interfere

he wants to share his vulnerable moments with you and that specific action where he hands you all of his trust means the most

levi’s actions over words policy is most definitely the key to your heart :-)

Me whenever i see you on ur Loki shit: ah some finally,,, fake!wife content to ease my soul

Loki chokes a laugh into his fruity brandy as you pull a faux-smile and terrified giggle, recoiling a bit as an entire animal is dropped onto your plate. 

It smells. 

“Oh, wow, that’s… what… what is that?”

Gods, Loki cannot get over how precious you are. He’d somehow convinced you to join him at dinner by the Grandmaster’s side. It’s always the food that gets you in moments like these – you try make your poking look less like prodding and more like carving. 

Just pretend it’s a Virginia Ham, you tell yourself, just a big ol’ pig.

Oh, god. Was this thing sentient? Did it have feelings? 

You wonder if you can use the “I’m a vegan” line with the Grandmaster.

Loki’s hands sweep into your view. He’s got a hunk of the meat on a fork. He pops it into his mouth – he’s showing solidarity in the question of ‘what the fuck are we eating?’. You consider it a bit like a if it kills me, you’ll know not to eat it sort of moment. 

He swallows, shrugs, and offers a charismatic smile that has you staring like a love-struck idiot. 

“Tender,” he chirps, turning to shoot you a wink, “Food is food.”

Yeah, and you didn’t wanna be the next meal here.

You dig in and try your best to show appreciation to the man in the gilded robes at the head of the table. 

“Loki,” the Grandmaster calls, “Tell me – what’s food like over there on Assgard… or… y’know, uhhhh –”

He waves his fork.

“Wherever your both from.”

You’re elbow to elbow with other socialites, now – Loki is much better at this part than you; he’s a Silvertongue through and through and soon he’s winding the room up with lies and stories of adventure and heroism and home. His voice captures every ear at the table and you watch him with a knowing smile. 

Green eyes dart to your face, the briefest glimpse, and his story falters.

That hardly ever happens. Loki, seemingly, loses his place – he stutters suddenly and shakes his head, clearing his throat with another grin. He’s embarrassed, you can read it in his cheeks, though it seems no one in the room realizes it. 

His hand moves to your knee, cold fingers sweeping along the curve there.

You snatch it up and squeeze.

He openly stares, now.

“I, uh, sorry – she distracts me.”

You laugh softly, dipping your sheepish expression into your wine. The room seems to bubble at the romantic expression glued on the God’s face. They eat it up. Loki knows that. You do, too. 

It’s just precious. 

“Ever the charmer,” you croon with a wink, “Tender, if you will.”

Is this not how the scene went after he proposed on the tarmac?