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bucky barnes looks like reputation but his favorite taylor swift album is fearless and i stand by that

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i see the light (bucky barnes x female reader)

the gif is not mine!

summary: tony stark decides to throw a valentine’s day party, but the invitation comes with one rule: no date, no entry. when reader shows up to the party with no one by her side and tony doesn’t let her in, it’s up to bucky to find her and make everything better.

a/n: for the hopeless romantics that fear they’re unlovable….

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y/n’s pov:

you’re looking at him from across the room. he is so goddamn beautiful you want to punch yourself. or like, kiss him senseless.

“you’re staring again.” natasha tells you. you turn to her and see her smirking.

“i was not- fine i was, but can you blame me?” you admit after she gives you a look with raised eyebrows.

“yeah, i can.” she teases.

“shut up.”

he’s talking to steve, and a small smile is placed on his lips because that’s his best friend. you’re also his best friend, a newer one. he lets out a laugh and you wonder if someone like him would ever even consider something romantic with someone like you. you hate that he does that. that he makes you doubt yourself.

natasha calls your name and you look at her, dazed.

“it’s getting creepy now.”

“what’s getting creepy?” bucky’s voice rings out before you can say something witty to the redhead. you realize he has gotten up from the couch and is now in front of you, with crossed arms. god those arms. you just want him to wrap you up in them forever.

“t-the… the tv show we’re watching.” you stumble over your own words. bucky raises his eyebrows. he knows you���re lying, but thank the gods above, he doesn’t comment on it.

“yeah so… i have to ask steve something about a mission report…” natasha tells you both before she slowly retreats towards where steve is sitting on the couch.

you look at her as she walks, suddenly nervous to be left alone with him. you and your big mouth will spill everything.

“you alright there?” you turn to bucky.

“yeah! peachy.” he tilts his head with a smirk on his lips.

“you’re being weird. weirder than usual.” he jokes. you narrow your eyes.

“alright barnes, watch it.” he grins.

“or what?”

“i will force you to listen to electronic music until the end of time.” he raises his eyebrows.

“you wouldn’t.”

“oh, i would.” he narrows his eyes. you narrow yours. then he breaks out into a breathtaking grin.

“you wouldn’t.” you roll your eyes.

“whatever.”

“so, what are you doing right now?”

“talking to you, unfortunately.” you say dramatically. it’s his turn to roll his eyes.

“hm,” he hums, “and i was just about to ask you if you wanted to rewatch tangled with me. guess i’ll ask romanoff.”

“no!” he smirks. “i mean, like right now i’m not doing anything and nat is talking to steve so…”

“uh huh.”

“whatever james.” you tell him and he sighs playfully. you’re the only one who can call him that. not even steve has that privilege. “your room or my room?”

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you end up in bucky’s room. something about the tv being bigger. you don’t mind, his room might actually be your favorite place in the whole compound. it’s so full of him.

you’re sitting on his bed and he’s right next to you, a few short inches away from bumping your shoulders together, and you’re very aware of that distance.

he presses a few buttons on the control and the movie starts playing.

“you know, i don’t think i’ve ever met someone who’s constantly rewatching a children’s movie.”

“it’s my comfort movie, old man.” he huffs. “now, shut up. it’s starting.”

the first scene appears on the big screen of bucky’s tv and you both turn towards it.

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“everyone, gather around. yes, you too capsicle!”

“what is it tony?” steve asks, exasperated, putting the last plates of dinner in the dishwasher.

“as you all know, in four days it’s the day of love. and so, since i am a romantic -peppers words not mine- i’m throwing a party.” tony does a dramatic hand gesture as if anyone in the room would be surprised that he found a new reason to gather people to gawk at him and get drunk.

most team members in the room look excited, but not you. you despise parties in general, but if there was a type of party you hated the most, it was a party thrown by tony stark himself. they were way too loud, way too crazy and there were way too many people you did not know and did not care to anyways. normally you would spend them with bucky, who, right now, was looking at tony unimpressed.

“but, before you all decide what tailored outfit you’ll be wearing…”

“what tony…?” you ask, sighing heavily. nat and clint snort, knowing very well your stance on these celebrations. you feel bucky’s eyes on you.

“everyone has to bring a date. no date, no entry.”

that’s when everybody’s excitement turns to groans of annoyance.

“can’t. laura’s visiting her parents out of town.” clint tells the group. “unless someone wants to use me to get out of finding a date…“

you are about to raise your hand when nat speaks up, beating you to it.

“i’ll be your date!”

fucking hell.

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for the next couple of days, you try to gather the courage to find a date. or really to very subtly see if bucky has a date and if not- please god, don’t let him have a date- maybe ask if he would be interested in going to the party with you. as friends who are avoiding potential awkward encounters with potential romantic partners, of course.

you had hope until thursday morning.

you are about to enter the gym when you hear steve tell sam that he’s going with bucky as a ~date~, since tony always teases their bromance, and so they wouldn’t really need to find a real date. freaking captain jerk stealing your man. maybe you can ask sam-

“you’re both idiots. you could’ve actually encouraged cyborg to ask you know who and you could’ve finally asked out nancy from HR.” you know who? did bucky like someone?

“but anyways, aside from your dumbassery, im actually quite excited for the party.” oh no. “i’m going with ryan.” oh no no no.

you feel kind of bad for not getting excited for sam, you know he’s been crushing on one of the pretty lab techs for a while now and they’re finally going out. yay! the only problem is that now that sam has a date, you don’t know who else to ask. would it be so bad if you didn’t find a date? tony was probably kidding about the no entry thing, right?

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wrong.

very, very wrong.

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friday night comes around and you find yourself doing the finishing touches on your make up. you decided on a bit of an on theme outfit, tiny red hearts littering the white fabric of the dress you’re wearing.

once you decide that you’re done and ready to go, you head for the door of your room in the compound. before you open it to step out into the hallway, you take a deep breath and square your shoulders. you can do it. it’s just a party. it’s just a party.

the more the elevator descends, the louder the noise gets. you take in a shaky breath and blink quickly.

the doors open and you step out. you’re surprised to find tony at the main entrance, welcoming every single person who enters. everyone’s arms linked with someone else’s. your stomach churns a little, but you keep walking.

“hey tony.”

“kid,” he greets you with a grin, but it quickly starts fading in confusion. “where’s your date?”

“uh, no date.” he raises his eyebrows.

“if i do recall correctly-“

“yeah, i know. i didn’t think you were serious-“

“dead serious.” he cuts you off. you stare at him, dreading his next words. “so, i’m sorry y/n. no date, no entry.”

crack. your heart shatters. and if the shattering of your heart isn’t enough, the burning shame you feel is enough to make you feel like you’re suffocating. you need to go. you can’t break in front of people.

mustering all the strength you can, you roll your eyes and smirk.

“whatever tony, i heard there’s a better party happening not that far from here. and the hosts aren’t assholes.” he gasps in fake offense as you turn to leave. your hands are shaking and there are probably marks on your palm from how hard you’re clenching your fists.

“what party?” he asks your retreating figure.

“bye tony!” you say over your shoulder, as playful as you can.

once you’re out of sight in the elevator, you sniffle. very quickly those sniffles turn to choked sobs. you feel so embarrassed and so sad. the thoughts you normally buried come back up to the surface. you will never find love. you’re not one of those people, you don’t get that life. you live alone and you die alone. forever.

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bucky’s pov:

he hates these parties. and he hates that he’s such a coward he’s here with steve instead of you. he should’ve asked you. but he was too scared; of rejection, of ruining what you two had, of letting himself have something good, something perfect.

he’s at the bar, half listening to what sam, thor and wanda are talking about, and half searching for you. okay, who is he kidding? he is fully searching for you, his teammates’ conversation background noise, like the rest of the party.

after like half an hour, his usual frown deepens. where the hell are you?

he pushes his back off the bar and walks towards nat and steve, who seem to be engrossed in a very competitive game of pool.

“hey, have you seen y/n?”

they both look up.

“um, no. i assumed she would be with you in a corner.” natasha says while steve shakes his head.

“i haven’t seen her yet. i thought maybe you knew where she was.” bucky tells them.

“who is this she we’re talking about?” tony enters the conversation in his dramatic fashion.

“y/n.” the three of them say in unison.

“oh, i didn’t let her in.”

“what?” nat asks. stark rolls his eyes. bucky’s eyes narrow.

“she showed up without a date. you know the rule, no date, no entry.”

“are you fucking kidding me?” his jaw clenches and steve takes a step forward seeing the murderous gaze he’s directing at the nonchalant billionaire.

“nope.”

“you’re an asshole.” nat tells him angrily while steve shakes his head disapprovingly.

“how did she take it?” he asks after.

“like a champ. she laughed and told me there was a better party not far from here where the host is not an asshole.” oh no. you were probably hurt and acted overtly playful to hide it. tony shakes his head in amusement and bucky takes a deep breath so as to not choke the life out of him with his metal arm. he then looks at steve and a silent conversation passes through them. he’s gonna go look for you.

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y/n’s pov:

after allowing yourself a moment to cry it all out— or as much as you could— while laying in the fetal position on your bed, you decide to get up and change out of your fancy clothes. the idea of ruining the effort you put into your appearance makes another wave of shame and sadness wash over you. you’re so pathetic, you groan to yourself while you furiously try to wipe your tear stained cheeks.

it’s not until you’re in your pajamas and have mostly gotten rid of all your make up that you hear a knock on your door. you stop in your tracks and stand very still. maybe if you don’t answer, they’ll go away.

“y/n?” you freeze. its the only person who could make this better. its bucky. your mouth opens almost involuntarily, about to answer, but you quickly shut it. looking in the mirror, you see that while the make up is gone and your skin is shiny and clean due to the skin care you did moments ago, your eyes are still red rimmed and swollen. he can’t see you like this. “y/n?” he calls again. you’re still staring at your reflection when you hear another set of hurried knocks on the door. “doll, open up. please.”

“pull yourself together,” you mumble to yourself. then, you raise your voice so he can hear you. “one second buck! i’m not wearing pants!”

quickly, you wipe your eyes with freezing cold water and grab some eye drops for the redness. then, you hurry to your bed and sit down, casually. perhaps too casually.

“come in!”

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bucky’s pov:

“come in!” he does and when he sees you on the bed, safe and sound, he breathes in relief.

“what took you so long?”

“sorry,” you laugh breathily, lightly, “i was watching tv and i wasn’t decent.”

he walks over to the other side of your bed and sits down next to you. he notices the tv is off and narrows his eyes, but before he can reach any conclusions, you speak again.

“what are you doing here? shouldn’t you be at the party?”

“i’m here because i heard about what stark did.” he spits out the name with a clenched jaw. “wanted to see if you were okay.”

you tilt your head and smile so brightly it makes him feel uneasy.

“of course i am. it’s just tony being tony.”

“he was a jerk, doll. don’t let him off the hook.” he tells you. he doesn’t know exactly what, but something is wrong. there’s almost an electricity in the air, the kind that comes before a storm.

“i promise i won’t. tomorrow i’ll kick his ass in training.” you say, chuckling. he opens his mouth to speak but you cut him off without realizing it. you seem to be somewhere far off, even though you are actively participating in the conversation. “i’m thirsty, i’ll go to the kitchen to get a water bottle. you want anything?” you say as you stand up and start walking towards the door.

“i’ll go with you.” you stop your pace and turn around.

“don’t be silly, i’ll be back in less than five.”

and then, in a voice to sing-songey and cheery, you tell him: “don’t miss me too much!”

and then you’re gone, closing the door on your way out.

bucky’s now on high alert, looking around the room for any anomalies. anything out of the ordinary. he looks at the entrance of the bedroom, thinks of you laying comfortably on the bed while watching tv- wait, why is the remote on your couch that’s on the other side of your room? he narrows his eyes, trying to put the pieces together. you said you were watching tv, but when he came in the screen was black. he initially assumed you just turned it off to give him your full attention, but why would you turn off the tv, get up from your comfortable spot on the bed to put the remote on the couch and then resume your position over your comforter like you never even moved? that’s when he sees it. bucky turns his head to the right and looks at the spot you had been occupying before you left. everything seems normal, except… is that smudged make up?

he breathes in deeply. you had been crying. you laid on your side and cried onto your pillow. he was going to kill tony stark.

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y/n’s pov:

when you open the door to your room, you don’t expect to see bucky holding your pillow almost as if cradling a new born baby.

“buck…?”

he looks up. and you can’t decipher his expression. he seems almost… angry.

“you cried.”

“bucky-“

“he made you cry.” you blink, frozen in place with the door half open. “give me one good reason not to strangle him.” bucky puts down the pillow and gets up. then, slowly, he walks towards you. once he’s arms reach from your frame, his eyes turn pleading. “why did you pretend you were okay?”

your chin wobbles, and you clench your jaw trying to stop it. he notices, of course he does. he always does. and his right arm reaches up to reach you, but you take a step back. the crestfallen expression on his face makes your insides twist. taking a deep breath, you declare:

“i am okay.”

he huffs out a laugh, but there’s no humor in it.

“i’m okay.” you say again, harsher this time. upset at his response.

“you’re not. you were crying onto your pillow. i saw the smudged make up.”

“that’s from-“

“don’t lie to me.” he cuts you off. you look at him and open your mouth to spit out another retort but you stop yourself before you can, feeling the warmth of fresh tears on the back of your skull. your eyes find his and your chin starts wobbling again. god, you love him so much. and that’s the problem. he disarms you. you can’t lie to him for long, it’s too painful.

taking a deep breath before speaking, you wipe the one tear that’s already running down your cheek.

“i just… just needed to have a moment. not make a big deal out of it. cause it’s not.”

“it’s a big deal if it’s making you sad.”

“bucky, please. i’m fine now, i already cried. it’s done. just go back to the party and have fun.”

“it’s not done to me.” he tells you, finally moving closer to you and cradling your cheek with his flesh hand. “do you really think i could have fun knowing that my best girl is upset?”

warmth spreads through your chest, to your back, to your arms and hands and the tips of your toes.

“what happened?” he tries again, softly encouraging you to open up with his gentle tone. you swallow.

“didn’t bring a date.” you shrug while more tears begin falling down your face. “it’s so… stupid.” your voice breaks on that word. bucky wipes your tears with both his thumbs now, holding your face in his hands like something fragile, something sacred.

“it’s not-“

“it is.” you insist. “but i still felt so embarrassed.”

“why would you feel embarrassed, sweetheart?”

you shrug again, looking down.

“talk to me, honey…”

“it’s just that… i know that it’s not the center of the universe, that there’s more to life, and i say these things to myself all the time while pretending that i don’t want it, but i do.” your face twists with pain. “and it hurts to know that i’ll never have it.”

“have what? a date?” a sob breaks through your throat.

“no. someone like that. someone that loves you like that.” bucky’s frown turns deeper.

“why wouldn’t you have it?”

“cause i won’t. i’m not- i don’t get that life bucky. no one,” a hiccup cuts you off, “i won’t be loved like that. who would want to spend their life with me?” you ask him, still crying.

you close your eyes and try to breathe deeply. you can’t believe you’ve told him this. this was the one thing you swore you’d take to your grave.

“i would.” your eyes open, wide.

“what?”

“i want to.” he corrects himself.

“you-“

“i want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“bucky,” you sniffle and smile softly, “you don’t need to say that. i know you’re trying to be a good friend-“

“i’m not. i’m trying to not be a friend.” you look at him, blinking softly.

“i don’t understand.” you say. bucky takes a deep breath. then, he looks at you, his eyes shining with adoration. he’s still holding your face between his hands and his warmth is starting to seep into your bones.

“i’m telling you that i care for you, as more than a friend. i’m telling you that i’ve been trying to find the right time to say it but that’s actually just been an excuse to be a coward and not do anything about it. i’m telling you that seeing you cry breaks my heart, because i love you, and i want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

silence. your heart cracks open.

“bucky.” you almost whimper.

“sweetheart.”

you look at him. really look. this man has been here for you since you met. he has made you laugh til you cried happy tears, he has held you while watching sad movies, he has watched and rewatched tangled with you even though he knows it line by line just because it makes you happy. he makes you love a sometimes unlovable world. and you love him. god, you love him with everything that you are.

before you can overthink it, you lean in and press your lips to his. it’s soft, and quick, and unsure, but its also warm and real and bright. when you pull away, he chases your lips and kisses you properly, more confident, sure, steady.

when you pull away, you don’t go too far, foreheads touching, breathing each other in.

“i love you too bucky barnes. more than anything.” you say breathily and full of tenderness. he grins, full of pride and love.

“i figured, baby.” you let out a laugh.

“you’re impossible.” you tell him, amused.

“but i’m yours.”

“you’re mine.” you nod and kiss him again. and again. and again. forever.

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yup

this is just me yapping, but the posts i’ve been seeing of readers criticizing and genuinely bullying the work of authors on this app are genuinely outrageous.

not everyone is publishing work here to be some highly-esteemed writer, or to appease the masses with their work, some write for themselves to decompress, to compose their creativity in word form, etc. and its posts like those that only discourage people from the art that the love to create. i’ve never seen a long drawn out five paragraph post talking about how everyone’s work is pure shit now and thought, “wow now i need to do better,” if i’m being 100% honest.

what i’m saying is, if you have a genuine critique of an authors writing and the author themself has communicated that they’re open to hearing it, by all means, fire away. but for the individuals on here that consistently publicly state how much they hate the quality of work produced by authors on here, get in the fucking booth 😂😂!

I love every mischaracterized, grammatically incorrect, format absent, non-edited, non-spellchecked piece of writing i find on here.

writing is difficult, but it’s gratifying to those that find the courage to pick up a pen, so stop being assholes and start being encouraging, because i promise you, soft corrections and constructive criticism will work infinitely better than you being a dick on my feed.

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hi! accepting requests for steve rogers, bucky barnes and natasha romanoff. id love it if you sent me a song and the scenario that appears in mind with it. i AM a swiftie so even better if it’s taylor but i love music so i’ll take anything !! 💘🌻🫶

(i write x readers with either female reader or gender neutral reader)

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excuse my half thought out idea but. down bad by taylor swift is so meredith quill coded. like the song is about a love that feels greater than the earth and the life we know. “did you really beam me up? in a cloud of sparkling dust just to do experiments on…..” “show me that this world is bigger than us then sent me back where i came from” he took her clothes, everything she knew and then left her in a field in the same old town that somehow feels so hollow now. after experiencing cosmic love, what could this world have to offer? and thinking of meredith, that until her last breath waited for her man of the starts to come back. anyway. every time i listen to this song i think of her pls tell me i’m not losing my mind thanks

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waited my whole life (steve rogers x reader)

the gif is not mine!

no summary it’s just a little thing, fluffy and reader struggling to be open with their emotions yay:)

a/n: well, long time no see….. i hope u enjoy!

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“they really appreciate you, you know?” he says, still facing forward. he’s being going at this for months. trying to convince you that the team sees you as part of their family. the woods seem endless, stretched out by your tiredness from the mission and aching limbs still wrapped in a tact suit, and yet, though you cannot admit it to yourself, a whisper of a wish echoes through your mind. a wish for it to continue, on and on, perhaps on a loop. a wish for his company.

“i do too.”

he looks at you.

“you might be worse than me at taking a compliment.” you raise your eyebrows and huff out a laugh.

“one would think you out of everyone would know how to take praise.” you purse your lips, trying to hide an amused smile. “i mean, since you get it all the time.”

“right.” he scoffs, though his eyes twinkle with beguilement.

“i mean, the great captain america. everything that is wonderful and magical about this country.”

“that’s how you think of me?”

“i said captain america, not steve rogers.” he tilts his head.

“are they not the same?” you shrug your shoulders.

“what do you think?”

“once in a while you could answer a question without deflecting. won’t kill you.”

“it might.” your smile is mischievous. he shakes his head with fake exasperation. he never seems truly upset at you, never acts like having you around is an effort (even though you are pretty certain that it is), so, maybe, you could return the favor and be earnest for once.

you roll your eyes and huff. you’re not annoyed at him. you’re not annoyed at how he makes you feel. you’re just annoyed that it’s so hard to say, to show.

“you alright?” the space between his brows creases with soft concern. you open your mouth, ready to tell him that yes, you are fine. just tired from walking. you feel the deflection making its way up your throat, tensing your vocal chords, but he tilts his head and your mouth closes shut.

“you are steve.” he frowns, confused, and probably worried that you are experiencing a case of sudden amnesia, but before he can ask and deviate you from your mission, you continue. “there would be no captain america without steve rogers, but there would be a steve rogers without captain america.”

his eyes soften, and for a split millisecond you wonder if something just crossed his mind, or if he saw something behind you, because there is no way he could be looking at you like that. but then he says your name, it comes out breathy, almost with wonder, and so warm. you’ve never heard your name said like that. like a prayer, a prize, a solution. something good.

“don’t get all soft on me now, you’re still wearing the suit.”

he laughs an incredulous laugh. the corners of his eyes crinkle with mirth. it’s blinding, it’s light, it’s him.

“i’m always soft on you.” he says after he sobers up, though he is still smiling softly. “just waiting for you to realize it, sweetheart.”

that pet name. god. you might love it even more than when he says your name. he never calls anyone else by anything other than their name, or perhaps a common nickname. but never that. that is only for you. nat says it’s because you are the sweet part of his heart. you think his entire heart is sweet. you don’t understand how you could have a place there; he seems to know that, and that is why he reminds you over and over again in a million different ways that while you might not believe yourself deserving of it, that does not change the fact that to him you are rooted there. you want to be. there is nowhere else you’d like to rest.

you want to tell him everything. that he not only has put down roots in your heart, but that he has merged with the veins and the vessels that pump blood to it. that without him there wouldn’t be an empty space in your heart, there would simply be no heart. you want to be the person who loves loudly, he deserves that, but some wounds are still too deep, too fresh, and they seem to clog your lungs. the declaration gets stuck somewhere in between there and your throat (and your brain). it makes you panic, the fear that he cannot read your mind, your eyes, that he does not and will never know what he means to you, and that, at some point, he will leave to find someone who can and will tell him all of it. reassure him.

“steve…” it’s pleading. you’re sure you look like a scared animal, wild eyes and frantic breathing. without pausing his walk, he side steps a bit, getting closer to you. in a second your hand is enwrapped in his. he squeezes one, two, three times. then he caresses it with his thumb. your steps falter a bit, but you gather yourself quickly. it would’ve been unnoticeable to anyone, but not to him. you never go unnoticed by him.

he leans a bit, his mouth close to your ear and whispers, almost as a secret, as if not even the trees around you should be privy of it. only you.

“i’ll wait. whenever you’re ready. you’re worth all of it.” you shut your eyes tightly, trying to stop the onslaught of tears that are forming too quickly, trusting he will not let you fall as your feet keep moving forward. you hear him chuckle softly, barely, almost just to himself. you look at him. he’s already looking at you. he gives you a lopsided smile that makes you feel like he knows something you don’t, that maybe no one else does, before speaking again. “waited my whole life for ya, what’s a bit more time?”

and for the first time in your life, you believe someone. you believe him.

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hey! if u want u can send me asks for eddie munson x reader with a song to inspire the theme. it can be whatever song you want. u can check out my marvel one shots to see if u like my writing. okay thank u bye <3

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hits different (natasha romanoff x female reader)

the gif is not mine!

summary: in all the time you'd known natasha romanoff, there is one thing you knew for sure. there was no one like her. and if she were to leave, you'd never move on. a song fic. hits different by taylor swift. (angst and then fluff!!!)

a/n: send me asks if you so wish to. im accepting taylor swift songs paired with natasha, bucky or loki. <3

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in all the time you had known natasha romanoff, the one and only thing you were sure of was that there was no one like her. and it wasn’t because of how beautiful she was, and she was goddamn breathtaking, it wasn’t because she was skilled in a way no person was, or because she seemed to always know everyone’s secrets; no, that wasn’t it, the public natasha, the one everyone knew, respected and feared. it could’ve been that version of her, because that natasha was amazing, but private nat, as you called her, was, simply, out of this world. 

it all started as every problem does, with someone’s devilish smile. and lord, does she have the most tempting smile ever. it was simple after that, you became close, best friends, until the friendly hugs became more… intimate. until the friendly cheek kisses became full on make out sessions. it was easy with natasha, everything flowed perfectly. she knew you, and despite the last thing she said to you, you knew her. 

i washed my hands of us at the club

you made a mess of me

i pictured you with other girls in love

then threw up on the street 

it was a monday when natasha romanoff decided that she no longer wanted you. she had been acting strange and distant and it all seemed to click for her when that morning you decided to bake her some cupcakes. it might have seem silly to someone else, but that was your way of telling her that you loved her, given that your first kiss had been while baking some cupcakes for steve’s birthday last year. this time though, it was her birthday. 

she had been training with bucky in the compound's gym and she entered the kitchen sweaty with a reddened face. 

“nat!” you called her as you pulled the sweet goods out of the oven and glanced at her over your shoulder. 

“hey…” she looked around, almost as if looking for an escape. but you were too naive, too stupid to realize it, so you kept going. 

“happy birthday!” you turned around with the tray in your hands. her eyes fell on the cupcakes and for the first time since you knew her, you wished she wouldn't even direct her gaze at you. the look on her face made your stomach twist. the realization that crossed her features at your gesture, the furrow of her brows as she took it in, and, finally, the disgust at the thought of loving you too. in the two seconds all of this passed, you kept smiling like an idiot, hoping, hoping, hoping. 

“y/n,” she simply said and your smile fell immediately. 

“yeah…?” 

“what is this?” 

“cupcakes?” you said, more a question than a statement. almost as if you weren't sure. she took in a sharp breath through her nose, still looking at you. “i wanted to do something nice for you, and i know you don't particularly care about birthdays but i thought-” 

“no.” she cut your rambling off, shaking her head. “this is- this is not just cupcakes. and you know that.” you frowned. 

“then what is it?” 

“its-” 

“what?” you asked again, defensively. she was hurting you. she ignored you and distanced herself from you, and then she ruined your nice gesture with more distance. “what is it natasha?” 

she looked taken aback by your use of her full name, being used to you calling her a soft nickname. then she composed herself, looking at you coldly. 

“you can't do this.” she told you. 

“do what?” 

“don't play dumb.” she clenched her jaw. “you can't pretend that everything is fine. you know how i've been acting, you know i've been trying-”

 “you wanna break up with me?” you asked her, unwavering, putting up a strong front. she swallowed. 

“yes.” she admitted. 

“why?” natasha sighed, frustration lacing her sigh, almost as if she couldn't tell she was breaking your heart in a million pieces right then and there. 

“i can't- i never meant for it to get this far.” 

“you didn't mean to what? to lead me on?” you asked her but her gaze was on the ground. “look at me and answer the question!” you raised your voice. 

“yes!” she widened her eyes at her admission, surprised by her tone. natasha ran her hand over her reddened face. “yes.” she said softly. “yes… i didnt mean for it to get this far. i didn't mean for you to…” 

you nodded rapidly, repeatedly, almost mockingly. then you let out an incredulous laugh. 

“you didn't mean for me…?” you trailed off, waiting for her to finish her statement. 

“for you to make me cupcakes! for you to… to…” she didn't finish her sentence. for you to fall in love with me. 

“you didn't mean for that to happen? then why did you let it?” she didn't answer. “why?!” 

“you are hard to push away.” she might as well have grabbed a knife and stabbed you with it, to proceed then to twist it, repeatedly. the air was knocked out of you. what could you say to that? all those months you thought you were living a real life love story, a story worth telling the world, she was trying to get out of it but couldn't find a way to do so. that broke your heart. and it made you feel so stupid, it was blinding how embarrassing it was. defeated, you frowned and took a good, long look at her, pretending that was the last time you were going to see her. and truthfully, it was. that was the last time you were going to see nat, your love. so that's why you did the next thing. 

they say that if it's right, you know

“fine.” you dropped the tray and walked away quickly as the sound of the metal hitting the marbled floor resounded all the way to the end of the hallway. 

each bar plays our song

nothing has ever felt so wrong

she's everywhere. she haunts your dreams, and when you're awake, she haunts every place in the compound. she's not there physically– she has been avoiding you ever since she broke your heart– but her perfume, her laugh, her presence, they're all there. you're sick of it, sick of her memory, sick of your shattered heart. which is why you call her. 

oh my, love is a lie

shit my friends say to get me by

it hits different

it hits different this time

“i can't believe it, i'm gonna kill her.” wanda tells you when you finish your story. she is sitting next to you on a booth in a beautiful bar, far away from the compound. if only you would be able to appreciate the beauty. 

“you don't have to, wands. it's fine.” 

“oh yeah, it's so fine that you asked me to go to a bar! miss introvert!” she scoffs. “what an asshole. i'm going to knock some sense into her.” you fidget with the straw of your drink. 

“there is no sense to be knocked into her. it's simple. she doesn't love me back.” even though you say it nonchalantly, it suddenly feels like someone very heavy is sitting on your chest. your eyes begin to gather some tears, but you blink them away. wanda notices. of course she does. 

“hey. lets go dance. fuck her.” you nod and she grabs your hand and pulls you to the dance floor. before you leave the table, you grab your drink, feeling like you're gonna need it. 

...

“wanda! look!” you do a weird dance move and the redhead laughs, doing one herself. it's been a while since she dragged you to the dance floor, and you've had more than a couple of drinks, so you're, to put it elegantly, hammered. 

“i'm going to get another beer!” she yells over the music, and you nod, not paying much attention. you're having too much fun, dancing weirdly and forgetting your pain. 

not a lot of time passes when you suddenly feel a hand on your shoulder. you turn around, expecting to find wanda, but instead, there is a woman. a beautiful woman. 

“hey there.” she's looking at you amused, and for a second you think she's going to laugh at your dancing. “i've been watching you and your friend for a while. you seem to be having a lot of fun. mind if i join you?” 

oh. oh. well, hell yeah. 

she laughs and you realize you just said the last part out loud. you scrunch up your nose. 

“sorry, had too much to drink. i'm not going to have a filter now.” she tilts her head back as she laughs, and you notice she has dimples. “pretty smile.” you tell her as you point at her. “sorry.” 

“don't worry.” she puts her hand on your arm. “thank you. so, are we going to dance?” 

“yeah!” you nod enthusiastically and begin moving again, swaying your body from one side to the other. 

you're taken aback when she puts her hands on your hips and draws herself closer. maybe this is exactly what you need. so you hook your arms around her neck and begin dancing more suggestively. she smirks and pulls you even closer, your breaths mingling. she smells like vanilla and you close your eyes, preparing yourself. then, she kisses you. 

her mouth is on yours, and she smells like vanilla and tastes like cherries and she's beautiful and seems kind… 

but she's not nat.

you stop moving your mouth and she pulls away frowning. god, you miss her. 

you don't realize until a few moments later that she's saying something. 

“are you okay?” 

“what?” and that's when you feel them. hot tears are streaming down your face. she looks worried, but also uncomfortable. poor woman, she wasn't expecting to be a therapist today. “sorry. i'm so so sorry.” 

“hey, its okay. what happened?” 

“i broke up with my girlfriend last week.” you chuckle bitterly through your tears. “she broke up with me.” understanding crosses her features. “i'm sorry.” you repeat again, sniffling.

“i'm going to go get your friend, okay?” 

you nod and suddenly, the world is spinning. you didn't realize how drunk you were. she puts her hands on your waist to stabilize you and you let out a sob. this is such a mess. you're so embarrassed. and you miss nat. you just want to go home and crawl into her bed and let her kiss away all your tears and hug away your pain. but you can't. because she doesn't love you.

“i'll be right back.” and then she's gone. you look at her as she walks away, still crying. 

it isn't long before wanda is by your side, with the woman still there. you're surprised she hasn't run away yet. 

“babe! are you okay?” you shake your head, and she wipes your tears with her thumbs. “thank you, i'll take it from here.” she tells the woman, whose name you don't know. 

“what's your name?” you ask her, sniffling. 

“violet.” she smiles, pity dripping from her expression. 

“thank you, violet. and i'm sorry. you're so beautiful, i'm just-” 

“i know. it's alright.” she tells you. “and for the record, she's an idiot. you're the most breathtaking woman i've ever seen.” you purse your lips and look down, embarrassed. 

“thank you,” you mumble. 

“see you around.” and then, she's gone. 

“let's go get a cab.” wanda tells you, putting her arm around your waist so you don't fall. she doesn't seem drunk, unlike you. but, to be fair, you didn't really pay a lot of attention to how much she drank.

“yeah.” you nod. 

and i never don't cry (no, i never don't cry) at the bar

yeah, my sadness is contagious (my sadness is contagious)

i slur your name 'til someone puts me in a car

i stopped receiving invitations

you walk out of the bar and get into a cab. you're still crying, silently. and you're tired. and you're starting to get angry. so you grab your phone. the line stops ringing, and you know she can hear you breathe. 

“idiot.” you tell her. she doesn't answer. she doesn't hang up either. 

“y/n, put down the phone.” wanda tells you once she realizes what you're doing. but you get away from her. 

“you're an idiot, you know that natasha? that's what violet thinks. i'm breathtaking apparently.” you sniffle. “but you couldn't see that. i deserve more than that, more than you.” 

“y/n,” she says sternly. “where are you?”

“what do you care?” 

“i'll come pick you up, just give me the address-”

“i'm in a cab with wanda. and no, you can't pick me up.” you hiccup. your friend looks at you. “god, natasha. youre so… so…” wanda shakes her head. you look down at your hands.

“so what?” she asks you in a low voice, almost as if expecting the worst thing to come out of your mouth. 

“i'm sorry.” you blurt out. “i'm sorry i'm so hard to push away.” 

“y/n-”

“and im sorry i fell in love with you.” she falls silent. you sob silently. “goodbye.” and you hang up. 

“i don't know what im gonna do without her.” you tell wanda. 

“you'll be okay, y/n. you'll find someone wonderful who can give you what you deserve.” 

“yeah…” you wipe your tears with your hand and look out the window. you don't tell wanda that you don't want to find anyone else, that if it's not natasha, then it's you, alone. 

movin' on was always easy for me to do

it hits different

it hits different 'cause it's you

the next morning, you wake up with a splitting headache and you moan and grunt and thrash around your bed. after complaining for a bit, your mind is filled with images of last night. wanda and you talking, dancing. violet. violet dancing with you, then… kissing you. crying. calling natasha. wait. calling natasha? oh no. 

“fuck. me.” 

slowly, painstakingly slowly, you get out of bed, put on your socks, and head to the compound's kitchen. 

when you reach it, you don't expect to find wanda and natasha sitting there, but you do. 

as soon as you enter, wanda looks at natasha pointedly, then at you, and then leaves without a word. 

you nod at natasha as a greeting and go to open the fridge, but she's quick and blocks the door. you blink at her. you weren't expecting to find her there, and you were not, in a million years, expecting her to give you the time of day. 

“we need to talk.” you sigh. there's a few inches between you two but you can still smell her perfume. and it's killing you.

“if it's about the call, i'm sorry, okay? forget about it. just- pretend it didn't happen.” she looks at you. 

“i can't.” you take a deep breath. 

“i don't know what else to say. i'm sorry.” 

“could you stop saying sorry for a second?” she snaps. you frown. “i'm sorry, y/n. i am.” 

���for what, nat?” you sigh. “it's not your fault you don't love me.” 

“that's the thing.” she runs her hands over her face.

“what is?” 

“i do love you, y/n.” the world stops for a few seconds, but then you clench your jaw and shake your head. 

“is this because of violet?” she looks away. “you're jealous i'm trying to move on and so you manipulate me?”

“no, it's not like that.” you scoff. 

“please.”

“okay.” she nods. “i'm not going to pretend i care for you kissing another woman. i dont. i wanted to go over there and punch her.” against your will, butterflies swarm your stomach at her admission. “but- but that's not it.” 

“then what is it?”

“i realized- i've known i love you for a long time, y/n. but i'm- i'm no good for you.” you frown. 

“what?”

“you deserve more than someone who freaks out because you told them you love them. you deserve-”

“let me stop you right there.” you cut her off. she blinks, looking at you scared. but you give her a soft, small smile. “you love me?” 

“yes. so much.” 

“but you freaked out because you think you don't deserve me.”

“yes.” 

“and you lied to me. you told me you didn't feel the same.” she looks guilty. 

“yes, but-”

“no, no. let me finish.” you take a deep breath. “violet was right.” she clenches her jaw at the mention of her name. “you are an idiot.” she frowns. 

“um-”

“you're an idiot, natasha romanoff. but i can't live without you. and i don't ever want to.” her eyes soften, and fill with hope. 

“you're saying that you- that you forgive me?” 

“you really hurt me nat. but i should've known you'd do something like that. you're not the best at this feelings stuff.” she smiles sheepishly. 

“i'm not. but i want to be, for you.” 

“i know. and i trust you'll be. after all, you did just admit that you love me.” 

“yeah,” she chuckles, “it just took me breaking your heart.” you tilt your head. even though she's joking, you know there's guilt there. 

“hey,” you caress her cheek. “its okay.” she's looking at the floor now. “baby. it's okay, i promise.” 

“i'm really sorry. i promise you, i'll never do something like that ever again.” 

“i know,” you whisper, “now, are you going to kiss me or what?” she laughs and it twists your stomach into knots. god, you missed her. 

she grabs your face between her hands and puts her mouth on yours. the kiss begins soft, but after a bit it becomes desperate. 

“i missed you so much.” she says when she pulls away for air. then, she's back attacking your mouth.

“i love you.” you tell her, and you kiss her again, and again. 

“i love you too.” 

yeah, there was no one like her. 

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The right universe.

Summary: After Y/N's life turns upside down, she's full of grief. Somehow, one day, she manages to travel to the MCU, where she meets her favorite characters, including a certain god who seems willing to establish a friendship with her. Suddenly she's enwrapped in this new world, where everything she loved in a screen is now reality. How will she react? Will she be able to deal with the ghosts that haunt her? Or will she let them consume her? Will she be open to accept the love she is offered? Read to find out!

Read this on AO3!

Category: F/M.

Relationships: Loki/reader.

Characters: Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Sam Wilson (Marvel), James “Bucky” Barnes, Vision (Marvel), Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Stephen Strange, Nick Fury, Maria Hill, Bruce Banner, Thor (Marvel), Clint Barton, Steve Rogers, Peter Parker, other minor appearances of other characters but these are the main ones, Pepper Potts, Loki (Marvel).

Additional tags: Loki/reader - Freeform, Avenger Loki (Marvel), Loki & Tony Stark Friendship, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Smut, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Fluffyfest, Slow Burn, Friends to lovers, Mutual Pining, Pining a lot because we love to suffer, Domestic Avengers, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Tony Stark is a parental figure, Natasha Romanov Is a Good Bro, Everyone is a good bro, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, y/n, After Infinity War but no one died and the purple bitch was defeated, Missions, Y/N is a universe traveler, Grief, Therapy, Protective Loki (Marvel), Loki in love.

MASTERLIST OF THE STORY

Chapter 57: Endgame.

“Alright, it's time. Bring them back.” Steve told Bruce. It had been two minutes and a half since they killed Loki and Y/N and they were getting impatient.

Bruce nodded and signaled for Natasha to grab the defibrillator to shock Y/N as he prepared himself to shock Loki.

“Alright, on three Nat.” He said and the redhead nodded and looked at her friends limp body, frowning in concentration. “One, two, three!”

Suddenly, a gasping Y/N and Loki jumped quickly into a sitting position.

“Are you guys okay?!” Bruce asked them both, frantic, as he was trying to check both their vitals at the same time.

They both looked at each other and nodded.

“We are okay.” She told him, calming her breathing.

That's when she felt something materializing in her hand. She looked down and found the dagger of death, with some runes carved into it that weren't there before.

“You got it.” Loki told her.

“I did.” She laughed incredulously. Then she remembered how she got it and frowned unnoticed by the team, except for Loki, who noticed it and looked at her with question in his eyes. A second later, she sobered up. “Alright guys, the whole dying thing has me quite tired. Could we go to get some rest?”

“Y-yeah.” Steve answered her. “Of course.”

“Are you sure you're okay?” Natasha asked her again, unsure.

“Yeah, I'm fine. Just really tired.”

“Alright, go rest guys. We will take care of the dagger.”

They both nodded and got up from the beds to head to their room.

“Y/N,” Loki began as soon as she closed the door to their shared quarters.

“Yeah?” She wasn't looking at him and that's what made him sure that something was wrong.

“What was her condition?” He asked knowingly.

Y/N took in a sharp breath.

“Sigyn's soul.” He lifted his chin and nodded.

She went to the end of the bed and sat down, looking at the floor.

“Am I a terrible person Loki?”

“You are not, my love.”

“But I… I agreed because in a way I want her to suffer. How can you justify that?”

“Y/N,” he grabbed her hand, “she killed your family. She then proceeded to lie to you and infiltrate this new family that you found with the intention of killing you and eventually ruling over the universe with a position that is yours to have.” She chuckled breathily.

“When you put it like that…”

“Y/N…”

“It just hurts, you know? When I stop to think about it, it hurts. And I don't want to hurt her, not really, past my rage, I'm just hurt… But I… I need to hurt her to end this.”

“I know, darling. I know.” He said as he wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pulled her into his chest. “You are the last person who should go through this.”

“Yet here we are.”

“Here we are.” He agreed.

“I love you Loki. And I'm really scared.”

“I love you too.” He told her and then breathed in deeply. “And everything will be alright. I promise you.”

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“Y/N, wake up!”

“Loki? What-” She was cut off by a loud explosion echoing a few floors down.

“She's here.” She widened her eyes.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y where is the team?”

“The garden miss.”

She got up from the bed and began running with him towards the rest of the team.

When they both reached them she saw the scene that was unfolding with a knot in her stomach. Sigyn was there with her whole army of enhanced soldiers, smiling wickedly as she looked at Y/N.

“Steve! The dagger!” She told him.

Captain America looked at her and shook his head.

“What?” She whispered.

“You mean this dagger?” Sigyn's voice answered for him. She looked at her and found the dagger in her hands. “You were really going to kill me, little sister? That is harsh.”

Y/N clenched her teeth and put herself in a defensive stance, prepared for a fight. The goddess laughed loudly.

“You really think you stand a chance without this?”

“I guess we'll have to find out.”

“Very well, whatever you wish.” She signaled for her army to prepare themselves and soon enough, the garden was a battlefield.

“We can't win this fight! We need a plan, Cap.” Clint said in his earpiece.

“I'm thinking!” He responded as he was trying to catch his breath in between throwing his shield around and knocking out a few of them, only for them to get back up again.

“This is like fighting an army of Y/Ns and Wandas, how the hell are we going to do this?” Sam asked, worried.

Meanwhile, Y/N was looking at Sigyn, flying over them and smiling maliciously, knowing that she was winning.

“The mind flayer.” Y/N whispered with wide eyes.

“What?” Clint asked.

“They all have…” She grunted.

“Y/N!” Steve shouted. “Y/N!”

“I'm… fine.” She said as she got up from the floor after getting hit as Loki helped her. “They all have a part of her power. It's like a hive mind. We need to kill the mind that has control.”

“How are we gonna do that when she has the only weapon that can kill her?”

“Make sure you're distracting her army… and let me handle her.”

“Y/N, no!”

“Please Tony, this is my fight.”

“No, it's ours.” He told her. “Go, we'll keep them occupied.”

She smiled softly.

“Darling,” she looked at him expecting resistance but was met with a soft look. “Be careful. I love you.”

“I will. I love you too.”

And just like that, she was flying over every one of them, heading towards her sister.

“I thought you were smarter than this.”

“Yeah well, you overestimated me.” Sigyn smirked. Then she prepared her hands for combat and Y/N did the same.

Blasting her magic towards the goddess, she grunted when she missed and was in return hit with Sigyns magic.

“You stand no chance against me.”

“You keep saying that.” She blasted her magic and this time she didn't miss. Sigyn almost fell to the floor. “Are you trying to convince yourself?”

“Ha!” She laughed. “I know you are trying to distract me. You are not good at this, Y/N.”

“Oh, but I am.” She told her as she disappeared into thin air and appeared behind her, kicking her back and making her fall to the floor this time.

“An illusion? That is cheap, even for you.”

“You've always been a sore loser.” Y/N shook her head and landed on her feet gracefully.

Sigyn got up and faced her, but couldn't stand for much longer as another blast of magic hit her. And another, and another.

When she managed to get up, she strutted towards Y/N with an expression so livid it made her question what person she had let into her life for these past two years.

Sigyn kicked her in the ribs and she fell on her back, wheezing. When she approached her again, Y/N kicked the back of her legs and made her fall on her back.

For a bit, they kept throwing punches and blasting magic at the other.

“Alright, time to distract her.” She said into her earpiece.

“On it.” Sam said and began shooting at her from the sky.

“These mindless mortals!” Sigyn groaned, more annoyed than anything else.

Perfect, Y/N thought.

“Sam, keep her occupied, I need to get the dagger.” She looked at Loki. “Loki, love, could I borrow your favorite dagger?”

“I- yes, darling.” He said, narrowing his eyes at her, confused.

“Thanks.” She said and then she closed her eyes and concentrated on conjuring the dagger she had given Loki a few years back, when they had not confessed their love yet.

Meanwhile, Sigyn was trying to blast Sam with her magic and he was dodging her attempts. Until he wasn't anymore.

“Sam!” Y/N yelled as her friend fell from the sky. “Someone get him!” She cried.

“Another one on the list of dead loved ones?”

Y/N clenched her teeth and looked at her. That's when she heard Wanda speak on the earpiece.

“He's okay, just hurt.” Relieve flooded her in waves and she looked at Sigyn with so much rage she could've killed her right then and there.

“You are not going to win this Sigyn.”

“Oh, but I already have.” She said, gesturing around her, at the avengers fighting and getting more tired by the second.

Y/N looked at them, they wouldn't be able to hold on for much longer. She closed her eyes and concentrated in summoning her magic. Then she opened them and looked at her sister.

“I swear to you, you are going to regret this.” She said strutting towards her with a set jaw.

Y/N hit her again and again, while Sigyn did the same. The ones around them couldn't tell who was winning, which worried them. Sigyn, on the other hand, was sure that she was.

“Keep hitting me all you want, you know that it won't kill me. I on the other hand-” Y/N hit her on her stomach. “I can kill you.”

“I dare you to try.”

“Oh, I will.” Sigyn pulled out the dagger and began throwing jabs at Y/N. She dodged most of them, except for a few scratches here and there.

Y/N kicked the goddess onto the floor and the dagger went flying in the air, falling a few meters away.

Rolling on the ground and grunting, they were both trying to fight off the other and grab the knife.

Suddenly, an explosion rang out behind her, where everyone else was, and she turned briefly, ignoring the screams from her teammates. Then, everything turned into a slow motion movie. Screams could be heard, but only as echoes.

“Look down, sister.” Sigyn's voice sounded distant but she did as told.

“Y/N!” Loki's voice rang out as she found the dagger dunked in her stomach. “Y/N!” He kept screaming, trying to get to her, but the soldiers wouldn't let him.

She turned around slowly and looked at him. At her love, her everything. She looked around, the broken and tired faces of her family, the reason she was alive. Her life flashed before her eyes, every moment that led her to where she was now. She then looked up and begged for a miracle to happen. Turning to him, she whispered:

“I love you, Loki. Forever.” And then she fell to the ground, limp.

“No!” He wailed, his voice shattered.

“I told you she did not stand a chance against me.” Sigyn said, standing up.

“I'm going to kill you.” Natasha said, full of rage and grief.

“Ha!” The goddess laughed. “I don't think any of you understand what just happened. Y/N was your only chance, and she's dead. So now, kneel before your new queen!”

When no one did as told, still standing and prepared for a fight, she groaned and looked up at the sky in annoyance.

“I said, kn-” She choked on her own words as blood began pouring out of her mouth. She looked down to see a red stain on her stomach, growing bigger by the second.

“I told you… I'd win.” Y/N told her between small gasps as Sigyn fell to the floor.

“How did you…” She tried to ask.

“I switched the daggers. You stabbed me with Loki's dagger and I… stabbed you with the dagger of death.” Sigyn began coughing. “I want you to know…” She looked at the goddess, her sister, the one she had spent every day with ever since she appeared on the compound claiming that she was not who she thought she was. In many ways, Sigyn changed her for the better, in other many, many ways, she did not. She looked at her sister and remembered every night spent reading together, singing silly songs, watching scary movies just to see her terrified face when a jumpscare happened. She looked at her sister and couldnt find it in herself to care. So her next words, she said them very slowly. “I want you to know… that this is for my family.” And she stabbed her again, in her heart.

“I-Im sorry.” Sigyn said slowly, in a hushed whisper, as she was dying.

“I don't forgive you.”

And after coughing a few times, her body laid limp on the grass. When it did, the soldiers began slowly falling too. Then, Y/N's vision began to blur, the adrenaline wearing out and her wound beginning to cause its effects.

Before she fell to the ground, someone caught her.

[trashywormeateroffics]

the great war (bucky barnes x female reader)

the gif is not mine!

summary: you get jealous and have a fight with bucky. inspired by the great war by taylor swift.

a/n: hey anon!!! sorry it took so long. i have no excuse. anyways, i hope you enjoy this!!! <333 also i am once again asking u to send me requests with marvel characters (natasha/bucky/loki) and taylor swift songs so i can write a one shot about it !!!! bye love u

masterlist

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you don't know how it all happened. one second, everything was perfect. the next, you were acting like a crazy person and saying horrible and hurtful things. and now you're pretty sure you've officially lost him forever.

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it all started with her. agent carpenter. pretty, blue eyed blonde, flirty, perfect agent carpenter.

“alright everyone,” tony begins and the people in the meeting fall into silence. “as you all know, a new member is joining us on the avengers initiative.” they all nod, including you. “her name is samara carpenter and she was personally recruited by fury. which means she's very good at what she does.” the billionaire looks at steve and he nods, taking the lead.

“alright, i want you all to be nice and welcoming. especially you buck.” he says, making most of the people there snort. you look at him.

“what did i do now?” bucky asks, incredulous.

“nothing yet, but if you just stare at her and don't greet her like a normal person she'll leave this team as fast as she came.” sam tells him. the grumpy super soldier rolls his eyes.

“whatever, bird-brain.”

steve shakes his head in disapproval of the two bickering idiots but soon enough he's back on track with the presentation.

bucky's rough gaze scans the room until it falls on you. his eyes soften when he sees that you are already looking at him. you give him a soft and playful smile, which he returns.

after the meeting is done and everyone is dismissed, you head to your room.

not five seconds pass until someone knocks on the door. you smile, because you know who it is.

“come in!” you sing-song.

when he enters, you can't help but stare at him. you've been together for a year now but you still couldn't believe that he was yours. he was so beautiful, so funny, so kind, so dumb sometimes, just so… him. you loved him so much. yet you still hadn't said it. you were trying to take things slow, for both of your sakes.

“hey.” you tell him as he closes the door behind him. he has a look on his face which you recognize. something's bothering him.

“c'mere.” you pat the spot next to you on the bed.

he wastes no time in dropping himself unceremoniously on the mattress and letting out a sigh.

you begin to run your hands through his hair.

“d'you think i'm scary?” he asks with a pout adorning his beautiful pink lips. god, you want to kiss him so badly. so that's what you do. you peck his lips and then immediately shake your head with a smile.

“do you think that adorable pout could be scary?” he purses his lips to stop himself from smiling, but still, a small smile plays on his lips.

“y/n, i'm being serious.” he sighs. you do too.

“maybe to some people you could be. not to me though.”

“but when you first met me-”

“i was too busy thinking about how hot you were to worry about you being scary.” he laughs. god, how you love that sound. you would ridicule yourself to hear it. “is this about what steve and sam said?”

he shrugs.

“i just… hate that i'm so socially inadequate.”

you hand in his hair stops. he furrows his brows.

“bucky,” you begin, “we are a bunch of weirdos, all of us. there is not one person on this team who is socially adequate.”

“but at least the others can fake it, you can fake it.”

“you know what my favorite thing about you was when we first started to become friends?” you ask and he shakes his head. “that your face said it all. if you weren't in the mood for something, i could tell from a mile away, and in return, if something excited you, it would be contagious.” you caress his cheek and he leans into your touch. “and when i couldn't pretend, i always knew you were there to just sit in silence with me. no expectations to be socially acceptable.”

“i don't know how you do it.” he sighs. you frown.

“do what?”

“make every bad thing about me sound so… good.”

your frown deepens.

“hey.” you straddle him and grab his face in between both your hands. “you are perfect. just like you are. don't you dare change yourself.” you tell him firmly. then you purse your lips. “unless you totally want to for whatever reason and i would totally support you because-” you suddenly fall silent. he looks at you, expectant for you to finish your sentence. “because you know i'm here for you, no matter what.”

he smiles softly.

“i know, doll. me too, i'm always here for you no matter what.” you purse your lips to stop yourself from spilling your heart out of your mouth as you caress his cheekbone with your thumb.

“how about we watch a movie? you can pick.”

he pecks your lips and nods.

you spend what is left of the day watching movies and cuddling.

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two days after that meeting, she arrives. you're all hanging around the common kitchen when steve appears with someone trailing behind him.

“everyone, this is agent carpenter.”

“please, call me samara. or sammie even.”

“sammie, nice to meet you.” sam is the first one to greet her. “i'm sam wilson, but the coolest avenger is fine too.”

you shake your head and roll your eyes. then, you take a step forward, but before you can introduce yourself and welcome her to the team, you see her eyes flicking over to something right next to you. or someone. her eyes shine with curiosity and attraction.

“hi, nice to meet you.” she smirks. you swallow slowly.

bucky gives her a nod, but then he seems to remember what steve and sam told him and attempts to give her a smile.

“hi, i'm bucky.”

“bucky,” she repeats slowly, almost tasting the name in her mouth. she's about to say something else but before she can, you speak up.

“i'm y/n. welcome to the team.” you smile as honestly as you possibly can, but dread fills your stomach.

“hi!” she smiles at you. “you're so pretty, oh my god!”

you give her a tight smile.

“thank you.”

“of course!”

the rest of the team introduces themselves, even though she insists she already knows almost all of them and then you all go about your day.

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it had been a month since she arrived at the compound. you had seen her a few times, mostly during training. but you didn’t particularly go out of your way to talk to her. there was something you didn’t like. maybe it was your intuition, or maybe it was the fact that she did seem to go out of her way to talk to your boyfriend. and he did not seem upset by that, the opposite actually. he seemed to enjoy it.

you were not a jealous person, least of all with bucky. but something about her irked you. something about her made you doubt yourself and everything you believed in.

“i like her,” natasha says while she paints her nails, laying on her stomach on your bed.

wanda hums in agreement while she flips through the pages of a beauty magazine. you don’t say anything.

“what about you, y/n?”

“um, yeah.” you try to give them a convincing smile but based on the looks they give you, you do not succeed.

“okay, spill the tea.” wanda tells you. had she been learning internet lingo?

you sigh.

“i just- i don’t know.” you shake your head. “doesn’t something feel off to you?”

“not really.” wanda says as natasha narrows her eyes.

“you’re jealous.” she finally decrees.

“i’m not.” you respond defensively.

“you’re jealous that she seems to be getting along with barnes.”

“i-“ you begin your sentence with the intention of uttering a lie, but it dies right on your tongue. “i am. but i don’t want to be.” you confess.

“explain yourself.” she tells you in a tone that could sound commanding and harsh to someone else, but you know it’s filled with care. she’s your best friend, she would never hurt you on purpose. so is wanda, who looks at you with a knowing look you can’t seem to pinpoint the reason for.

“i just- i don’t know. he’s never like that with anyone. since when is he the type to joke around with someone?” you shake your head. “i’m an asshole, cause i should be happy for him. he’s putting himself out there. but i can’t. i’m jealous. so cliche.” you huff.

“you’re not an asshole. an asshole would make a whole scene, give him an ultimatum or something like that. you’re just expressing your feelings to your friends.”

“and, y/n, we all have those ugly feelings. they are human.” wanda tells you, softly. “you should talk to him about it.”

“what if he gets mad?”

“y/n, please. that man adores you, he could never get mad at you. least of all for this.”

maybe they’re right. maybe that’s the healthiest thing to do. and even as you agree with them, you know you will not talk to him about this. because he will realize that you’re right, and that there is so much more to the world than just… you.

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“come on! you just have to put it in the oven!”

you hear her before you see her. you weren’t expecting to see him though.

right there, almost as if mocking you, they stand. cooking together. he looks so comfortable around her.

they seem to be wrapped up in their own little bubble, so you clear your throat. immediately, they turn to look at you. he widens his eyes, almost looking guilty.

“james found me and i asked him to join me.” she explains, but you stop paying attention the moment she says his name. she called him james.

“james?” you narrow your eyes in question.

he seems to want to say something because he opens his mouth like a fish out of water but you leave mumbling an excuse about training with nat before he can utter a word.

back in your room, you fall to the floor and break down. you knew she was trouble the moment she walked in, but you weren’t expecting this to happen so soon.

heartbroken, you get up from where you’re sitting and head to your bathroom.

the girl in the mirror looks defeated, but you feel angry. if he didn't need you anymore, then you didn’t need him either.

\\\\

the days after that, you ignore him, always having an excuse at the tip of your tongue to not hang out with him. he doesn’t seem to care that much. until, you suppose, after three days, he begins caring.

“doll, can we talk?”

“hm?” you play dumb. you encountered each other in the common kitchen. that damned place, you hated it now, but you were hungry.

“i asked you if we can talk. you seem… distant.” his brows are furrowed. you only know that because you turned to look at him only for a second. other than that, your gaze doesn’t meet his. “come on, y/n, i know something’s wrong.”

you look at him and smile sarcastically.

“you do?”

“yes. please, let’s ta-“

“hey guys!” you roll your eyes at her voice.

“have fun you two!” you tell them, smiling venomously, only looking at him before you leave.

“is everything okay?” she asks.

“i’m sorry samara, i can’t talk right now.” you hear him say before you hear his footsteps getting closer to you in the hallway.

“y/n!” he calls out to you when you get into the elevator without looking behind you. before the doors can close, you see his metal arm get in between them. he gets in and they close. once they do, he hits the stop button. then, he turns to you. he frows when he sees the hate in your eyes. “y/n, what is going on?”

you scoff.

“fuck off, james.” you tell him, your voice full of venom. he widens his eyes in surprise before narrowing them.

“oh, so that’s it? you’re jealous and that’s why you’re avoiding me and acting crazy now?”

“i’m not jealous, but i’m not blind either.” you clench your jaw. “and don’t call me crazy.”

“you are blind if you think something’s going on with her.” he tells you. you roll your eyes and then tilt your head.

“when was the last time you let someone call you james? when was the last time you cooked with someone who was not steve?” he begins breathing heavily. you laugh and bite your lip incredulously. “i think you took the whole being friendly thing too serious.”

“i can't believe you right now.” he shakes his head. “you're angry because i'm not being an asshole to her?”

you scoff.

“oh, please, james.” he clenches his jaw.

“stop calling me that.”

“oh, so i can't call you that but she can?”

“you know that's not-”

“you know what? go ahead. let her call you james. fuck her in the middle of the common room for all i care. lets see how long she puts up with you.” you regret the words as soon as they leave your mouth but its too late, a deep hurt covers his face. still, you can't stop. you're too hurt, too scared. too goddamn stupid. “you think she's going to console you while you have your nightmares?” you laugh venomously. “you think she's going to accept you, all of you?” as you keep talking, his expression turns from pained to angry. resentful even.

he turns to the panel control of the elevator and pushes the stop button so the elevator will move again.

“you know what?” he glances at you and you're almost taken aback by the distant look in his eyes. “maybe i'll fuck her. maybe i'll even date her too. she's probably not as desperate and clingy as you.”

“fuck you.” you spit out.

the doors open, he steps outside. before he leaves, he turns to look at you.

“yeah, you too.”

after the doors close again, you fall to the floor and let out a heart-wrenching sob. you never thought it would end like this.

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four days. four fucking, horrible, long days bucky has been gone from the compound. you try to ask steve about it, because you know he knows where he is, but he won't tell you. even though you two are close friends and he never got in the middle of a fight between you two– even though you two never fought– he seemed angry. at you. you didn't know if he knew the reason for the fight, but he knew you were in the wrong, that much you knew.

these days all you do is cry, sleep, eat and repeat. you're way past heartbroken, you're miserable, inconsolable. it's all your fault. this prison of sadness was your own making.

you miss him. god, you miss him. you wonder how he is. did he already fuck someone else? did he regret ever being with you?

you don't dare text or call him. you're too embarrassed. you acted like a crazy person, and said awful, horrific things. and you're pretty sure he'll never forgive you. but what will you do then? how will you build a life without him? oh god, you're crying again. great, just great, you think as you turn around in your bed. who were you without him?

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its the sixth day of his absence when you go talk to steve. you drag yourself from your bed, with your swollen and red rimmed eyes and knock on his door.

“y/n…” he tells you, pity dripping from his tone.

“hey…” you try to give him a fake smile, but as soon as the corners of your mouth move, they turn downwards into a frown, and you start crying. sobbing really. inconsolable sobs leave you as steve wraps you up in his arms.

“hey, hey, it's okay.”

“no, it's not! i hurt him! i don't know why i did it, but i did!” you sob.

“hey,” he pulls away from you a bit to look you in the eyes, “come in. come on, come on.” he tells you as you slowly make your way inside.

you sit down on the edge of his bed and he sits down next to you.

“steve, is he- is he okay?”

he looks at you. you know him, so you know that that look means he isn't.

“he's safe though.”

“i really messed up.”

“i know.”

“he told you?”

“he didn't need to. i saw it on camera. wanted to know why the elevator stopped working for a while.”

you put your head in your hands and begin sobbing again.

“oh my god.” you sob. “i-i'm so sorry you had to see that. i dont… i dont know what-” a hiccup escapes you. “i can't-” another hiccup. “oh god…” your shoulders shake as you sob into your hands.

“hey…” he draws comforting circles on your back, but nothing can comfort you. not when he's hurt and hates you and it's all your fault. “hey.”

“steve, how can i fix it? can i even-” hiccup, “can i even fix it?”

he looks at you with pity.

“i don't know, y/n. i think he's gonna need some time.”

“oh my god.” you say. steve had always rooted for you two, so if he's saying it can't be fixed it really means it can't. “i'm going to die.”

“you're not going to die.”

“i can't live without him. i can't.” you shake your head frantically. “please, just tell me where he is. i need to-”

“i dont think it's a good idea.” he tells you sympathetically.

“please,” you beg him, “please, i need to- if it ends…” more tears fall from your eyes. “it can't end like that. please. he deserves more than that.”

he looks at you, seemingly pondering what you're saying. you look at him the whole time, pleading. he sighs. he's going to tell you.

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you look at the old building that seems to be deteriorating with each passing second. you straighten down your clothes (steve insisted you get properly showered and dressed) and take a deep breath. he's staying at a safe house in brooklyn. of course. it was so predictable and so him, you almost decided to leave. maybe you should let it end how it ended. what if this time it was worse? but you didn't have the luxury to think like that. it was over, but you needed him to remember you as the good times you shared, not that damned last time.

you enter the building and go up the stairs to the seventh floor, since there is no elevator.

when you reach his door, a green one who looked like if you blew on it it would fall down, you freeze. what are you even supposed to say to him? hi, bucky, sorry i told you she wouldn't be able to put up with you, insinuating that you are hard to love, hope everythings okay between us! ugh, you wanted the earth to swallow you whole.

you take another deep, slow breath, because you know otherwise he'll be able to hear you. then, you knock two times.

when the door opens he takes your breath away. this time not because he's gorgeous but because you're so scared that you fear you're going to pass out.

“what do you want?” he asks harshly. you feel tears prick your eyes but you blink them away.

“hear me out, please.”

“no, thank you.” he goes to close the door, but you swiftly get inside before he does. he slams the door behind him when he turns around to look at you, now inside the apartment, looking uncomfortable and out of place. “i told you i didn't want to hear you out.”

“just-”

“leave.”

“one second-”

“leave, y/n.”

“bucky-”

“oh, so now i'm bucky?” your lip wobbles.

“you're always bucky.”

“not last time we talked.”

“that's why i'm here.” he lifts his chin, looking at you with so much indifference you wonder if he ever looked at you with love in his eyes.

“i don't care to hear you explain yourself.” a tear escapes your eye. you dry it with your sleeve harshly. his face seems to soften for a second but then it goes back to its harshness.

“i'm not here- i'm not here to explain myself.” he looks at you.

“why are you here then?” you sigh.

“remember that time you took me to feed the ducks on that park?”

“yes. so?”

you smile softly as tears fall down your face.

“that was the time i told you i wanted to be your girlfriend. no one ever took me to such a silly date.” you chuckle softly. then you frown in pain looking at the floor now. he shifts his weight from one feet to the other, impatient.

“what's your point?”

“that's how i'd like you to remember me.”

“what?” you look at him. he's frowning.

“i know that the last time we talked i was… crazy. i just- i know theres no going back, but id like, for the sake of what we had, for you to not remember me like that.” you tell him. “because we were more than that.” the last word comes out broken to give way to a silent sob. you try to compose yourself. “I'm sorry. don't pay attention to that.” you give him a fake smile, which you know he can see right through.

“y/n-”

“okay, i'll leave. but… come back to the compound. i'll move out if you want me to, just, don't stay away from your friends just because of me.” you go to leave, walking past him, when he grabs your arm. when you turn around there are unshed tears in his eyes.

“i don't care about the compound. or about remembering you.” oh. you widen your eyes and heavy tears leave them.

“okay, i'm- i'm sorry for suggesting-”

“no.” you nod, understanding. “no, no.” he repeats. he grabs you by the shoulders and he crouches so he's eye level with you. “i don't want to have to remember you.”

you frown.

“but, bucky-”

“but i probably should.” he cuts you off.

“yeah,” you laugh humorlessly as you cry. “you should. i'm sorry. i never should've come here. i'm sorry.”

“stop saying sorry and explain to me what the hell happened.” you tilt your head.

“i… i got jealous.”

“that's it? that's why you hurt me?” he asks. you look down. this was it. he was giving you a chance. explain yourself like you never have before, you think to yourself.

“i never got why you were with me-”

“stop saying were. this could end today, but as of now, were still together.” you purse your lips. “hey, hey, its okay.” he says softly as he puts his hands on your cheeks and wipes the tears that begin falling again with his thumbs.

“im sorry-” he looks at you pointedly. you nod. “i just… i don't understand why you're with me. im not- im nothing like you.” you begin. he frowns. “you are kind and thoughtful and amazing and im- im not good like you.”

“what? y/n, you're the best person i know.”

“you can't still think that.” he looks at you honestly. he does? “see? you're so- and i'm so…”

“lets sit down.” he tells you and you both do, on the old couch thats near the window. he gestures for you to continue.

“i just- you'll never get it. and thank god you won't. but im not- im not a natural, you know? not like you, not like her.” you fidget with your hands. “you guys, the team, you like me because i'm fake. you wouldn't if you knew the real me. but i showed it to you pretty easily, i guess.” you laugh without a trace of humor. he frowns. then, he grabs your hand and caresses your knuckles. bucky takes a deep breath before speaking.

“y/n, i like- no, scratch that. i love you because i know you.” your face contorts in pain. you start crying heavily again. “hey, hey, come on baby, talk to me.”

“i just… she's so… perfect. for everyone, for you.”

“i don't want her, i want you.”

“you cant want me after what i said to you. i hurt you and i'll never forgive myself for that.”

“yes, you hurt me. but you were hurt too, i just didn't see it.”

“im so scared you'll wake up one day and realize there is so much more to the world than… me.” you sob and cover your face with your hands.

bucky pulls your hands away from you face and pulls you into his lap.

“listen to me.” he tells you firmly. “there is nothing more to the world than you. you are it for me, y/n. i love you.”

“bucky-” you hiccup. “i'm so sorry i said that about you. i promise you i just said it to you because i- i was lashing out. anyone would accept and love you, you are literally the most amazing-” hiccup, “person-” hiccup, “in the universe.”

he smiles softly at you and the unshed tears come back, but this time, he lets them fall.

“baby, listen to me. i love you. i'm not going anywhere.” you open your mouth to speak but he beats you to it. “and i forgive you. i promise you i don't resent you. i know what it's like to lash out when you're hurt.”

“bucky-” you sob against his chest.

“shh, baby, its okay.” he soothes you, rubbing comforting circles on your back. “it's okay, i got you.”

you take a shuddering breath and lift your head from his chest to look at him. you grab his face with both your hands.

“i promise you i'll never lash out again. im so sorry. i-” he gives you a pointed look. “i know. im not saying sorry anymore. sor-” you purse you lips and he lets out a laugh. then, he shakes his head incredulous and looks at you with so much adoration in his eyes you feel like you're going to pass out from all the love you feel for this man. “can i kiss you?” you ask him shyly.

“please.”

and so you do. the kiss is soft, vulnerable, you're telling him how sorry you are, how much you love him, and thats when you remember you didn't say it.

he whines when you pull away, something that makes you smile.

“bucky,”

“yeah, baby?”

“i love you. so much i feel like i'm going to throw up.” he lets out a loud laugh.

“i love you more, doll.”

you spend the rest of the day cuddled up on that couch in that old apartment, not ready to go to the compound yet. but you do send a text to steve before turning off your phone to spend time with the love of your life. you almost lost him, but you didn't, and as you lay in that old mattress on the floor, while he makes love to you and whispers of words of adoration and devotion fill your ears, you vow to him one thing. you'll always be his.

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The right universe.

Summary: After Y/N's life turns upside down, she's full of grief. Somehow, one day, she manages to travel to the MCU, where she meets her favorite characters, including a certain god who seems willing to establish a friendship with her. Suddenly she's enwrapped in this new world, where everything she loved in a screen is now reality. How will she react? Will she be able to deal with the ghosts that haunt her? Or will she let them consume her? Will she be open to accept the love she is offered? Read to find out!

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Category: F/M.

Relationships: Loki/reader.

Characters: Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Sam Wilson (Marvel), James “Bucky” Barnes, Vision (Marvel), Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Stephen Strange, Nick Fury, Maria Hill, Bruce Banner, Thor (Marvel), Clint Barton, Steve Rogers, Peter Parker, other minor appearances of other characters but these are the main ones, Pepper Potts, Loki (Marvel).

Additional tags: Loki/reader - Freeform, Avenger Loki (Marvel), Loki & Tony Stark Friendship, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Smut, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Fluffyfest, Slow Burn, Friends to lovers, Mutual Pining, Pining a lot because we love to suffer, Domestic Avengers, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Tony Stark is a parental figure, Natasha Romanov Is a Good Bro, Everyone is a good bro, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, y/n, After Infinity War but no one died and the purple bitch was defeated, Missions, Y/N is a universe traveler, Grief, Therapy, Protective Loki (Marvel), Loki in love.

MASTERLIST OF THE STORY

Chapter 56: Hello Hela, Bye bye Sigyn.

“Are we sure about this?” Bruce asked for the hundredth time.

“No.” Natasha said and Y/N at the same time said:

“Yes.” They looked at each other. “Come on Nat, it’ll be fine.” The redhead in response rolled her eyes.

“Alright. Are you guys ready?” Steve asked both Loki and Y/N and they both nodded. Then Loki turned to look at her.

“Remember the spell darling, otherwise you won’t be able to go to Hel and come back.”

“Don’t worry babe, I got it.” She winked at him. He huffed and shook his head lightly. “I love you.” He mouthed and so did she.

“Alright, shock them in 3, 2, 1…”

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Her chest hurt. Her head too. Everything hurt. Had it worked? She looked around her, it was pitch black. Then she heard him.

“Y/N!” Loki. “Y/N, where are you?!”

“I’m here!” She screamed into nothingness. “I'm here Loki, where are you?”

“Here! Follow my voice!” He told her.

After a while of following her name as it was being shouted by Loki she saw him.

“Loki! I can see you!”

“Y/N!” He ran to her and embraced her in his arms. “By the stars, I thought you forgot the spell.” She pulled away a bit to look at him unimpressed.

“It's nice to know you have so much confidence in me.” He rolled his eyes and smiled despite himself.

“You know it is not because I don't trust you that I was worried.”

“I know.” She smiled. “I just like to annoy you, pretty boy.” The god opened and closed his mouth, completely speechless after the pet name she had used. “After we leave whatever this place is we are going to discuss your reaction to being called a pretty boy, just so you know Lokes.”

“Whatever.” He rolled his eyes.

“Where are we by the way?”

“Hel, I assume.”

“You assume?”

“It is my first time here.”

“Right, yes.” She said sheepishly. Then she frowned. “What is that noise?”

“I don't know…”

A loud banging could be heard not very far away from where they were. They looked at each other with wide eyes.

“Loki, I'm scared.” Y/N admitted.

“Grab my hand.” And she did.

Suddenly, a group of… zombies? Could be seen approaching them at a fast pace.

“Run!” He told her and they began rushing away from the army. They ran for a bit as they chased them until one of them grabbed Y/N.

“Loki!”

“Y/N!”

And then everything turned black again.

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“Argh…” She groaned, rubbing her head. Had someone hit her? She couldn't remember past hearing those loud noises with Loki. Loki! Where was he? “Loki!” No answer. “Loki!”

“He is not here.” A deep voice answered.

“Where is he? Who are you?” She asked, scared.

“My name is Njal, I am a prisoner here.”

“Where are you? I can't see you.”

“I am in the cell next to you.”

“Oh. Is Hel full of cells?” The voice chuckled.

“No, this is the neutral area. It's the place where the neutral people come to. No torture but no reward either.” Y/N frowned and shook her head.

“I need to talk to Hela. Where is she?” Now the voice laughed loudly.

“Hela? She is in the Castle of Darkness, good luck with getting there.”

“Well I just… I just have to get out of here and then find Loki and then… go.” She said, unsurely.

“The bars in this cells are cursed with the fire of Hel, they will melt you if you even dare get close to them.” Y/N looked at the bars and widened her eyes.

“Okay, not gonna do that.” She said to herself. She groaned again, how could she deliver a message to Hela if she couldn't leave this cell? “I know! I'll pray to her.”

She closed her eyes and put her hands together.

Hela, Goddess Of Death, Odinsdottir, my name is Y/F/N and I need your help… to kill a god.

Opening her eyes, she reached the conclusion that if Hela's interest didn't pique at that then she would never be able to get her attention and therefore would never be able to defeat Sigyn.

Sighing she closed her eyes and began counting the minutes as they passed.

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“Girl! Open your eyes.” Groggily she did as told, looking around confused before remembering where she was.

“What-”

“Queen Hela wants to see you.” She nodded quickly and got up as the guard opened the cell.

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As she walked through the castle she couldn't help but admire the beauty. It was sharp and dark, just like Hela, but stunning nonetheless.

The guard was ahead of her and didn't even look back to check if she was still there. Y/N supposed that he thought she wouldn't dare explore this place alone and if he did, he was right.

After a few minutes of walking, he turned to her. They had arrived at gigantic doors, almost reaching the high ceiling.

“The queen is expecting you inside.”

She nodded and began walking towards the doors and when she reached them, they opened on their own.

Y/N took a deep breath before entering.

“Astrid of Asgard,” Helas voice rang out in the dark room, “you are far from home.”

“Queen Hela,” she bowed. “I am. I have a favor to ask you.”

“A favor? And what makes you think I would help you?” She asked with almost disgust in her voice.

“Because as I said, I need your help to kill a god.”

“And what god is that?”

“Sigyn of Asgard… my sister.”

Helas laugh echoed through the whole room. Then her figure slowly emerged from the shadows. She looked at Y/N with a mocking expression.

“I know all about your sister Astrid, the question is… why should I care?”

“Hela,” Y/N sighed. “If you know about my sister then you know about me, and if you do, you know I am not from here. And I am not talking about Hel.”

“The universe traveler, I know.”

“Yes.” She swallowed. “I… I know about you too.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes…” Y/N nodded. “I know that you were wronged. I know that all you wanted was to complete your mission, the mission Odin set you out to complete.” Hela tilted her head to the side. “I know you were cast aside, left to rule this place because Odin feared your power.”

“I do not care for your sympathy and you have not answered my question.”

“My birthright, just like yours was to be the Queen of Asgard after Odin, is to become the next volvä.” She looked straight into her eyes. “My sister is trying to take that away from me, just like Odin did to you.”

“Not long ago you found out that you were Astrid Freyjadottir, and say whatever you want, but I do not believe that the only reason you came here is to fulfill a prophecy you didn't even know existed two years ago. So,” she smiled wickedly, “what is it you truly want?”

“I want to kill her.”

“Why?”

“Because she will become unstoppable and therefore a threat to the universe's safety. Not only this universe, but all the others.”

“Why do you want to kill her?” Hela asked again, with more intention in her tone.

Y/N looked at her annoyed.

“I told you why. She's a threat.”

“Oh she is, but she's not my problem. So, unless you tell me the truth, I will not even consider helping you.”

“She's a threat.” Y/N repeated.

“Why do you care?”

“She could hurt my friends, my… my home.”

“I see.” She began to turn around and Y/N felt desperation clawing at her throat.

“She killed my family!” Hela turned around and tilted her head. “She killed them and I… I want revenge.”

The goddess grinned like the cheshire cat and raised her eyebrows.

“Well then, I suppose I will help you.” Y/N breathed, relieved. “On one condition…” She looked at Hela and nodded. “You let me have the dagger with her soul in it.”

“What are you going to do with it?”

“I'm going to have my fun.”

“I-” Yes, she hated her. But it was still her sister. It was still Sigyn, the person she had grown so close to over the past few years.

“You?” Hela asked, amused.

“Deal.” She said firmly. “Do whatever you want with her.”

[trashywormeateroffics]

ours (bucky barnes x female reader)

the gif is not mine!

summary: a comment makes bucky question your relationship and he begins avoiding you. tired of his behavior you confront him.

a/n: once again i am asking u to send me requests of bucky, natasha or loki + a taylor swift song so i can write a one shot about it!!!! hope u enjoy this anon<3

masterlist

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you know exactly when it started, and it makes you furious. everything was fine, it was more than fine, it was perfect. until people thought they had the right to meddle in things that weren’t their concern, like who you should and shouldn’t love. and, for the most part, you could handle it, but then… that damned comment. a stupid twitter comment made by an account without a profile picture set him off. by him, you mean bucky barnes, your boyfriend. and by the damned comment, you mean the one that said that they hoped he wouldn’t turn into the winter soldier and kill you by accident. since then he’s been avoiding you and every time you try to talk to him, he runs away. and you’re sick of it. that’s why you find yourself angrily stomping through your way to his room in the compound.

“bucky.” you call out to him as you knock on the door. you can hear some shuffling of things on the other side so you know he’s there. but he’s playing dumb. “bucky.” you call again. nothing. you sigh, annoyed. “james buchanan barnes if you do not open this door right this second-“ the door opening cuts you off and you fall silent. there, in all his sleepy glory, is your beautiful super soldier of a boyfriend.

“i was sleeping.” he tells you in a low grumble.

“too bad. we need to talk.”

“about?”

“oh you know,” you shrug nonchalantly, “about the fact that you’ve been avoiding me like the plague.”

“i haven’t-“ you don’t listen to his excuse and let yourself in. he shuts the door but doesn’t turn around to look at you.

“james. look at me.” you say, a bit more harsher than you intended. “bucky.” you try again, this time more softly, but it still comes out a bit impatient and you know he can hear it.

bucky slowly turns around and glances at you for a quick moment before directing his gaze to the floor and putting his hands in his sweatpants pockets.

for a bit you stay in silence and just look at him while he avoids your stare. you know it’s making him nervous but you don’t care, not right now, not when you’re this angry and frustrated and hurt.

he clears his throat and glances at you for a second to utter his next few words.

“i haven’t been avoiding you.” and his gaze is back on the carpeted floor.

“the fact that you can’t look at me kind of proves that’s bullshit.”

“it’s not-“

“it is.” you cut him off. “you have been avoiding me and i know why.” that’s when he looks at you. you purse your lips. “that comment-“

“what comment?” he asks defensively.

“you know which one, i don’t want to say it.”

“why?” he asks bitterly. “scared it’s true?”

you frown.

“what?” you say, eyes wide. “are you dumb?”

“we both know it y/n, no need to pretend.”

“oh, so you really are dumb!” you laugh without a trace of joy. he frowns, almost offended.

“i’m not- i’m being realistic.”

“realistic? that’s realistic? reading one stupid comment and then avoiding me?” you tell him, your voice raising a bit with every word spoken.

“yes! it’s for your own good.”

“dumb!” you repeat again, like a child throwing a tantrum. “you are what’s good for me!”

his eyes soften at that but he remains unconvinced.

“i’m not.”

“yes you are!”

“it’s best if you leave.” at that your heart drops to your stomach. he really thinks he will hurt me, you think.

“bucky…” you begin.

“y/n, please. leave.”

“bucky.”

“y/n.”

“i won’t leave.”

“leave.” he grits through his teeth.

“no! i love you!” you shout at him as tears begin falling down your face.

“you can’t!” he shouts back.

“why not?!”

“i’m a murderer, a monster! i’m going to end up hurting you!”

“you won’t-“ you plead but he cuts you off.

“you can’t act like that’s not what everyone thinks when they see us together.” he runs his metal hand through his hair in frustration and then raises it to his face to look at it with sorrowful eyes. “you can’t. you’re smarter than this.”

you frown. you’re smarter than this. smarter than loving him as much as you do? smarter than giving this man the love he deserves after a life full of so much pain? smarter than fighting for the one thing that feels right in your life?

you bite the inside of your cheek and look at him. his gaze is back on the floor, but this time you really need him to look at you. so you walk the few steps that separate you both and grab his face with your hands, turning his head your way. still, he doesn’t look at you.

you can see his blue eyes even though they’re not directed at you and they are so sad, so defeated. but they hold so much love there, you know it. he has confessed many times that he burns for you in the same way you do for him. that is why he’s so scared. but what he doesn’t know is that you are too. the idea of ever doing something that could hurt him terrifies you. maybe you’re not scared to hurt him in the same way he’s scared to hurt you, but you understand what he’s feeling, even if you can’t relate to his exact experience.

“bucky…” you begin. his quivering lips purse in an attempt to not break. “baby. please look at me.” you plead. slowly, he does. “listen to me. i’ve told you a million times, but until you believe it i will have to keep saying it. what happened all those years, what your body did, it wasn’t you, it was them.” he shakes his head but you hold him steady, looking at you. “listen to me.” you repeat. “no one has ever taken care of me the way you do. no one,” you tell him firmly as a few tears fall from your eyes, “has ever been kinder to me than you. no one has ever loved me more than you. and i have never loved anyone, anyone, the way i love you.” his eyes shine with unshed tears and you usher him to let them fall with a soft smile. he does. “you are not a murderer, and you are not a monster. you are a fighter, you’re the bravest and kindest person i’ve ever met and most importantly… you are my love.” you chuckle through both of your tears. “they will always have something to say, but this? this is ours james, we can’t let anyone tell us what we are. the only people who know that is you and me. and you know it, right?” he blinks and more tears fall down his cheeks. you wipe them away with your thumbs and began peppering kisses all over his face. “you know it, right?” you ask again. he nods with his eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of your lips on his skin. “say it. please.”

“i know.” he tells you. “i know, i’m sorry.”

“it’s okay baby.”

“no, it’s not. i- i shouldn’t have avoided you, i just- i got all in my head and you know how it is-“

“i do.” you give him a small smile and he returns it before frowning.

“i didn’t mean to make you cry.”

“me neither.” you tell him and he laughs.

“i forgive you, doll.”

“oh? so we’re back on doll territory? no more y/n?”

he narrows his eyes playfully.

“no more y/n, doll-face.”

you purse your lips to stop yourself from grinning but fail miserably. but then you get serious.

“bucky, you got it right? that you won’t hurt me and that- that you shouldn’t listen to what people say, that my love for you is so much bigger than all the hate they may throw at us.”

he slowly smiles and looks into your eyes with so much adoration it makes your stomach twist itself up in knots.

“i got it doll. i don’t know if i’ll ever not be scared to hurt you, but i’ll tell you if i do feel like that. i won’t push you away.”

“please don’t.”

“i won’t.” he grins and grabs your waist to pull you closer to him. as his lips ghost over yours, he says: “it’s you and me against the world.”

[trashywormeateroffics]

hi hello hi. i want do to a whole thing where you give me a taylor swift song and a marvel character and i write a one shot based on it. i write for loki, natasha and bucky and i only do x reader cause yeah!!!!!!! but if i feel like it i could try some other characters x reader (maybe in a platonic way idk). but….. send me as many as you want!!!! have fun!!! bye<3

[trashywormeateroffics]

The right universe.

Summary: After Y/N's life turns upside down, she's full of grief. Somehow, one day, she manages to travel to the MCU, where she meets her favorite characters, including a certain god who seems willing to establish a friendship with her. Suddenly she's enwrapped in this new world, where everything she loved in a screen is now reality. How will she react? Will she be able to deal with the ghosts that haunt her? Or will she let them consume her? Will she be open to accept the love she is offered? Read to find out!

Read this on AO3!

Category: F/M.

Relationships: Loki/reader.

Characters: Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Sam Wilson (Marvel), James “Bucky” Barnes, Vision (Marvel), Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Stephen Strange, Nick Fury, Maria Hill, Bruce Banner, Thor (Marvel), Clint Barton, Steve Rogers, Peter Parker, other minor appearances of other characters but these are the main ones, Pepper Potts, Loki (Marvel).

Additional tags: Loki/reader - Freeform, Avenger Loki (Marvel), Loki & Tony Stark Friendship, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Smut, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Fluffyfest, Slow Burn, Friends to lovers, Mutual Pining, Pining a lot because we love to suffer, Domestic Avengers, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Tony Stark is a parental figure, Natasha Romanov Is a Good Bro, Everyone is a good bro, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, y/n, After Infinity War but no one died and the purple bitch was defeated, Missions, Y/N is a universe traveler, Grief, Therapy, Protective Loki (Marvel), Loki in love.

MASTERLIST OF THE STORY

Chapter 55: The dagger of death.

“Guys, this might sound very stupid but… has any of you watched Lucifer the tv show?”

Everyone stayed silent and she took that as a no.

“What does that have to do with anything?” Natasha asked.

“I might have a plan.”

“What kind of plan?” Steve asked.

“I'm gonna tell it to you and you're gonna think I'm insane but then you're going to realize that it's actually brilliant.”

“Okay, Y/L/N. Spill it.”

“We use a ship to go to Nidavellir. There we forge the dagger of death, then we come back here, and here comes the tricky part.” She said, raising her index finger. “One of us has to die.”

“What?!” Everyone exclaimed, alarmed.

“Just temporarily!” She said, raising her hands in defense.

“Y/N, what the hell are you talking about?”

“There's an episode of Lucifer where he has to retrieve something from hell, and so he dies by someone shocking him and then someone bringing back in the same way.”

“Are you insane? No, let me rephrase that. You are insane.” Wanda told her.

“I knew you would say that, but it's the only way. This is a world threatening event, Thanos like.”

“Y/N, what's your plan? Who even dies?” Steve asked her, unbelieving.

“That's the thing…” Everyone narrowed their eyes. “I do.”

“No way in hell. No pun intended.” Tony said.

“Y/N, you are not killing yourself.” Loki told her firmly.

“Loki, I love you and I hear you, but I'm going to do it.” He looked at her and he knew she would do it anyway. So he thought of the next best idea.

“Fine, then I will go with you.”

“Guys! No one is dying.” Tony said, but Y/N and Loki were not listening.

“Listen, everyone, Steve.” She began, looking at him. “If anyone has a better plan, then we execute it, but no one seems to have something better so… this is it.”

“Y/N, what if you guys die? What if you don't come back?” Wanda asked her, frowning.

“We will come back, it will work. Guys, you've pulled off crazier things, I've seen you do it.” She told them trying to sound encouraging, but the mood had turned grim.

“Alright,” Steve said, “Y/N is right. It's our only way.”

“Thank you, Steve.”

“Just… we need to be careful. We can't afford to lose our resident lunatic.”

“Hey!” She slapped his arm.

And so they began planning the details and preparing themselves for the next war.

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After the meeting, Thor, Loki and Y/N headed to New Asgard, where they were to meet Valkyrie and ask her to borrow her ship.

“Your Princes!” She said as soon as they got out of the quinjet. “And my favorite not mortal.”

“Val!” Y/N exclaimed and went to hug her. The other one just patted her head like a dog, not used to physical affection but still in need of it.

“My Queen,” Thor bowed his head, “we come to ask you a favor.”

“Ask away.” She told him as she had her arm wrapped around Y/N's shoulders. “Just no sexual favors please, I've run out of those.”

“What? No.” Y/N told her, frowning. “We need to borrow your ship.”

“My ship? What for?”

“A war is coming and we must go to Nidavellir to forge a deadly weapon.” Loki told her, very seriously. Valkyrie laughed loudly.

“A war? Against who?”

“My sister.”

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“So, she's evil and wants to kill you?” Valkyrie asked after Y/N told her the whole story. “Geez, wonder why that sounds familiar…” She said looking at the both Asgardian brothers.

“Yeah, pretty much.” Y/N said, her lips in a tight line.

“And your plan is to forge the dagger of death in Nidavellir and then die temporarily to go to hell and convince Hela, the person who caused Ragnarok and is just as evil, or even more, as your sister, to enchant it?”

“Y-yeah.” She nodded. “In my defense, I watch a lot of tv.”

The warrior laughed and shook her head. Then she looked at Y/N and saw that she was serious, so she shrugged.

“You are insane but… what's another life threatening plan gonna do? Actually kill me?”

“Yes!” Y/N exclaimed, lifting her fists in the air, knowing that she had been convinced.

“But… I am coming with you. You are gonna need someone who knows how to drive my ship properly, not like these two brutes.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Excuse you?” The both brothers said at the same time, making the two women laugh. After the laughter died down and everyone sobered up Thor spoke up.

“Then it is settled. Us four will go to Nidavellir.”

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“Are you sure about this?” Natasha asked her, worry etched onto her face.

“I am Nat, this is our only way.”

“Just… be careful, alright? Don't do anything stupid.”

“I probably will but… nothing too stupid.” She said, making the redhead laugh.

“Lady Y/N, let's go!” Thor called from the ship.

Everyone gathered at the garden of the compound to say goodbye to the two Asgardian brothers, Y/N and Valkyrie as they were to be headed to Nidavellir.

“Kid! Be careful.”

“Yes Tony, I will be. I'm going to space, how cool is that?!” She whisper-yelled and the billionaire let out a loud laugh.

“Very cool.” He told her, still smiling. Then he squeezed her shoulders and gave her a nod.

“Darling, we must go.”

“Right. Well everyone, I'll be back. Let's hope.” She crossed her fingers and everyone looked at her disapprovingly.

“Y/N!” Steve scolded.

“I'm joking. Jesus!” She held up her hands. “Alright, bye!”

“Bye!” Everyone waved their hands as she got on the ship and until it disappeared into the sky they didn't stop.

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“Alright, one minute for the jump.” Valkyrie said, making Y/N's stomach turn.

Yes, she had traveled universes and fought bad guys and had been kidnapped, but she had never traveled to space. Would she puke her guts out? Would her head explode?

“Darling,” she looked at Loki. “Are you alright?”

“Peachy. Great. Yes.” He looked amused.

“Are you nervous?”

“Ha!” She laughed exaggeratedly. “I'm not.”

“Alright.”

They stayed in silence for a moment, but when the jump began, Y/N grabbed Loki's hands tightly. He didn't say anything, but smiled as he tightened his grip on her hand.

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When it came into view, everyone gasped. Recovered from its former destruction by the hand of the titan, Nidavellir had once again risen from the ashes. Now not only dwarves lived there but beings from all the realms, beings who worked and lived there, helping their leader, Eitri.

Thor, Valkyrie, Loki and Y/N got out of the ship and approached him.

“Thor!” He exclaimed with joy, as everyone did when they saw the blond Asgardian.

“Eitri! How have you been?”

“Better, better. And you?”

“Great!” Thor bellowed in his usual positive Thor fashion.

“So, what brings you here? Don't tell me you need another hammer!”

“No, no. We need to forge something else.”

“Like what?”

“A dagger of death.” Y/N joined the conversation, finally leaving her spot next to Valkyrie and Loki and walking forward to face the dwarf.

“A dagger of death?” He asked her, frowning.

“Yes. A dagger of death.”

“That is impossible, I cannot help you.”

“Why not?”

“Odin forbade us from creating any weapon that could kill the gods… so Hela would never be able to use it.”

“Eitri,” Thor began, “I understand what you are saying, but Odin is gone and so is Hela.”

“Still, I cannot break an oath.”

“Not even if the universe depended on it?”

“Not even if the universe depended on it.”

Y/N huffed.

“Listen sir, we are gonna get that dagger, whether you want us to or not.”

“I beg your pardon, young lady?”

“The name is Astrid Freyjadottir.” Eitri widened his eyes.

“Astrid Freyjadottir, you are a legend.”

Y/N looked at Loki frowning and he shrugged, communicating with her without words. She looked at the dwarf and stood straight.

“Yes? Well, if I am such a legend, give us the dagger. Please.” She said the last word as an afterthought.

“But-”

“No, I am the daughter of the völva and I command you to forge the dagger of death. Right now.” She told him firmly. Eitri sighed and bowed his head.

“As you wish.”

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“We got it!” Y/N jumped up and down as they got into the ship. Loki smiled at her giddiness.

“You did, Astrid of Asgard.” She began to feel herself grow hot from embarrassment.

“I- We all did.”

“Right, not mortal. Whatever you say.” Valkyrie told her as she settled herself on the captain's seat.

“Alright, my friends! Let's go back!”

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“Alright, part two of the plan.” Steve said, hesitant. “You… die.” He told Y/N and Loki.

“Yeah!” She said. “Let's do this!” Loki looked at her, horrified.

“Let's not get too excited.” Natasha told her, almost in a scolding manner.

“Sorry.”

“Alright,” Steve began again, “let's go over it one more time.”

[trashywormeateroffics]

The right universe.

Summary: After Y/N's life turns upside down, she's full of grief. Somehow, one day, she manages to travel to the MCU, where she meets her favorite characters, including a certain god who seems willing to establish a friendship with her. Suddenly she's enwrapped in this new world, where everything she loved in a screen is now reality. How will she react? Will she be able to deal with the ghosts that haunt her? Or will she let them consume her? Will she be open to accept the love she is offered? Read to find out!

Read this on AO3!

Category: F/M.

Relationships: Loki/reader.

Characters: Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Sam Wilson (Marvel), James “Bucky” Barnes, Vision (Marvel), Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Stephen Strange, Nick Fury, Maria Hill, Bruce Banner, Thor (Marvel), Clint Barton, Steve Rogers, Peter Parker, other minor appearances of other characters but these are the main ones, Pepper Potts, Loki (Marvel).

Additional tags: Loki/reader - Freeform, Avenger Loki (Marvel), Loki & Tony Stark Friendship, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Smut, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Fluffyfest, Slow Burn, Friends to lovers, Mutual Pining, Pining a lot because we love to suffer, Domestic Avengers, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Tony Stark is a parental figure, Natasha Romanov Is a Good Bro, Everyone is a good bro, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, y/n, After Infinity War but no one died and the purple bitch was defeated, Missions, Y/N is a universe traveler, Grief, Therapy, Protective Loki (Marvel), Loki in love.

MASTERLIST OF THE STORY

Chapter 54: The plan.

Loki and Y/N looked at each other and nodded. Then they entered the cell.

“Hi Sarah.” Y/N said.

“Y/N,” Sarah seemed surprised to see her. “What… What are you doing here?”

“You were right. About Sigyn.”

“How did you-”

“It doesn't matter.” She cut her off. “What matters is what you know.”

“I don't know that much…” Sarah said, clearly lying.

“Sarah… Ingrid. I know you are scared, not only for you but for your son. I promise you, we will protect the both of you. But you need to help us, otherwise we won't be able to.”

The woman seemed to ponder about it for a few moments before she sighed and opened her mouth to speak.

“Before I say anything, where is Jeremiah?”

“He's with us, we are all taking care of him. He is alright, just misses his mother.” Sarah seemed to be saddened at that. “Maybe we can bring him here tomorrow, for a little visit.”

“Thank you.” Y/N's expression softened.

“No problem.”

Sarah sighed.

“The person who first contacted my parents about the organization was her. Everything was her. The thing is… she needed a face. And she offered my parents enough money to make it worth it. That happened when I was about four or five.” Loki and Y/N listened attentively. “Ever since I can remember she has been saying that one day she was going to do it.” She looked at Y/N. “One day she was going to get rid of her ungrateful sister, her undeserving sister. Of course I only found out that the sister was you when you came into this universe.”

“So, you've known the whole time who I was?” Y/N asked her.

“Yes.” She looked guilty. “It was all part of the plan. Befriend you, then betray you. Make her look like the hero when she attempted to sacrifice herself to fight us.”

“So, she never got hurt?”

“It was all an illusion.”

Y/N felt her heart sink. She had done it on purpose, she made her worry on purpose. She had listened to everything she said and didn't even care. She was a two-faced liar.

“Darling?”

“I'm fine.” She shook her head. “I just can't… believe it. I mean, I do believe it but I just can't believe it.”

He grabbed her hand and squeezed, and she smiled softly at him. Then he got closer to her ear.

“It is not your fault.” He said in a low voice, so only she would hear. Y/N pursed her lips and nodded.

“So how…is she planning to get rid of her sister?” She asked, biting her lip nervously after.

“All the enhanced individuals, she's planning to use them for war.”

“But we already rescued them and the workers all left or died.”

“No Y/N, the workers are the enhanced individuals, they are the ones with a part of her powers, the people you rescued were just people caught in the crossfire. And they didn't leave, they just pretended they did.”

“So she has an army of enhanced individuals who have the power of Sigyn of Asgard. Great, just fantastic.” She said sarcastically.

“You need to kill her.”

“What?!” She widened her eyes. “No, I just… we will just imprison her.”

“She will never stop, you need to kill her.” Sarah told her. “You need to use the dagger of death. You have to kill a god.”

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“So, that’s what Sarah said. Ingrid, sorry.” She shook her head.

“What is a dagger of death?” Steve asked.

“It is an old Asgardian relic,” Thor told him and the rest of the avengers that were in the meeting room, “but it burned in Ragnarok.”

“Can’t we just get another one?” Y/N asked.

“It was forged in Nidavellir and enchanted by our sister, the goddess of death, Hela.” Loki answered her.

“And Hela is…” Steve began saying, waiting for one of the Asgardian brothers to finish.

“Dead… in Hel.” Loki told him.

Everyone sat there in silence, until Y/N broke it.

“Guys, this might sound very stupid but… has any of you watched Lucifer the tv show?”

Everyone stayed silent and she took that as a no.

“What does that have to do with anything?” Natasha asked.

“I might have a plan.”

[trashywormeateroffics]

The right universe.

Summary: After Y/N's life turns upside down, she's full of grief. Somehow, one day, she manages to travel to the MCU, where she meets her favorite characters, including a certain god who seems willing to establish a friendship with her. Suddenly she's enwrapped in this new world, where everything she loved in a screen is now reality. How will she react? Will she be able to deal with the ghosts that haunt her? Or will she let them consume her? Will she be open to accept the love she is offered? Read to find out!

Read this on AO3!

Category: F/M.

Relationships: Loki/reader.

Characters: Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Sam Wilson (Marvel), James “Bucky” Barnes, Vision (Marvel), Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Stephen Strange, Nick Fury, Maria Hill, Bruce Banner, Thor (Marvel), Clint Barton, Steve Rogers, Peter Parker, other minor appearances of other characters but these are the main ones, Pepper Potts, Loki (Marvel).

Additional tags: Loki/reader - Freeform, Avenger Loki (Marvel), Loki & Tony Stark Friendship, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Smut, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Fluffyfest, Slow Burn, Friends to lovers, Mutual Pining, Pining a lot because we love to suffer, Domestic Avengers, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Tony Stark is a parental figure, Natasha Romanov Is a Good Bro, Everyone is a good bro, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, y/n, After Infinity War but no one died and the purple bitch was defeated, Missions, Y/N is a universe traveler, Grief, Therapy, Protective Loki (Marvel), Loki in love.

MASTERLIST OF THE STORY

Chapter 53: Liar, liar, pants on fire.

“Fine, let’s do it.”

The three of them stood around the cauldron.

“Y/N, hang on to it.”

She did as told, remembering the first time she came here, when she found out about her powers. Then Strange got closer to it, as Natasha stood on his side.

Pouring both bottles of blood into the cauldron, he muttered the words he had muttered years ago.

“Ahenum mundi ostendit veritatem. We summon Freyja, goddess of knowledge, wisdom and courage. The völva’s children need guidance.”

A few minutes passed and nothing happened.

“Is this supposed to take so long?” Natasha asked the sorcerer. Then, suddenly, an explosion of colors came out of the Cauldron of the Cosmos. White, green, purple, gold. Then, a figure began forming out of all the colors, a woman. Long black hair and her eyes were completely black too.

“Astrid,” her voice boomed in the sanctum.

“Freyja,” Y/N said. “We need your help.”

“How wondrous to see you, my child. I see you have built a beautiful life here.”

“You… see me?” She asked, tilting her head to the side.

“I see everything, my darling.”

“Did you see me before? In the other universe?” Freyja smiled.

“Yes, I did.”

“You didn't do anything.” Y/N told her, on the verge of getting angry.

“I could not. The prophecy-”

“The prophecy didn’t force you to abandon your child! That's on you.” She argued.

“My love, my dear Astrid, I have never felt more pain than when I had to part ways from you.” The floating woman said, voice laced with pain and sorrow. “My daughter, you have grown into a strong and beautiful woman.”

Y/N swallowed harshly and then pursed her lips.

“Freyja… mother, we need your help. It's about Sigyn.”

“Ah, I knew this day would come.”

“What does the prophecy say?”

“You know it, I told it to you.”

“The völva will leave a child on a foreign land, for them to be the communicator. I know but… what is the full prophecy?”

“My love, close your eyes.” Y/N did as told without arguing. “Try to remember. Listen to my voice and let it guide you.”

At first she couldn't see or hear anything, but then she heard it.

“Hello my baby, you are so beautiful.” A woman's voice rang out. Freyja. “My little Astrid. My goddess of strength and wisdom.” The woman sighed. “I am terribly sorry for leaving you, I hope one day you will be able to forgive me... Do not cry, your mother loves you. You will be a hero, my love. The prophecy must come true.”

She was about to open her eyes and protest but then something else appeared. Images passing as fast as the flash of a camera filled her mind: her on a throne, being named the next völva. Then a war with… Sigyn? Yes! It was her sister. Images of them fighting flooded her mind and when they got to be too much she opened her eyes.

“What-”

“Astrid… you are meant to be the next völva, you were always meant to be the next völva, but Sigyn, my poor daughter, could never accept it.” She told Y/N. “One day I caught your sister trying to curse you… she denied it but I knew. You were not safe, so I had to put you in another universe to protect you… from her.” Freyja shook her head. “Or at least until she inevitably found you. And then I had to banish her.”

“She didn't… find me. I came here.” Y/N frowned.

“No, my darling, you did not.”

Everything hit her at once. She had done it. Sigyn was the reason for every single bad thing that happened in her life. All along, it was her.

“So she… she hurt them, didn't she?” Y/N asked, eyes full of tears. Freyja gave one nod.

“You must not forget, her greed got the best of her. She was not born like this, no one is.”

She shook her head frantically.

“No, no, no, no.” She kept repeating.

“Y/N,” Strange held up his hands in front of him, trying to calm her down. “Try to breathe!”

“No!” She shouted at him. “No! I- I need to leave.”

Then she let go of the cauldron and ran away, with one place in mind.

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“You killed them, didn't you? Say it!” Y/N said as she grabbed Sigyn by her shirt.

“Y/N, calm down!” Steve tried to push her away but she used her magic to make him fall backwards.

From the sanctum, she went directly to the compound, where she found a few of the avengers lounging around with Sigyn. At the sight of her, she immediately went to attack.

“You killed them, you two-faced bitch!” Y/N screeched into her face.

Everyone was on alert, not knowing what was happening. Tony, without Y/N noticing, used his smartwatch to call Loki.

Right after he clicked the “OK” button, shattering glass was heard. Y/N, with her magic, had thrown Sigyn out the window and into the garden. She then flew down to meet her on the grass.

“Y/N, I do not know what you are talking about!” The Asgardian said, looking terrified.

“Oh, save it! I talked to Freyja, I know everything.”

At that, Sigyn's terrified face transformed itself into a smirking one.

“It did take you a while.”

From the distance, a car could be heard. Natasha.

“Y/N! Don't do something you'll regret.”

Y/N didn't even look at the redhead before blasting her sister with her magic. The Asgardian did the same after getting up, sending Y/N flying away.

The rest of the avengers gathered in the garden, including Loki.

“Y/N,” Loki tried to call to her calmly but she was too far gone.

“I'm going to kill you. I swear to you, if it's the last thing I'll ever do, I will kill you.” She said, with so much sincerity it made Sigyns blood run cold. But she hid it perfectly behind a malicious laugh.

“I remember their screams,” she said, “as I appeared in the middle of the road.”

Y/N began trembling from so much anger and tears began staining her cheeks.

“I remember their scared faces,” she continued, “their pleas.”

“Stop it!” Y/N shouted at her and flew over to her.

“Couldn't kill your brother there, I had to go to the hospital and pull the plug.” She told her, pouting mockingly.

Y/N screamed and blasted her so far away she landed on the edge of the woods, her back hitting a tree and hissing in pain.

Tony tried to come up to her but she blasted him away. Then she created a barrier, so they wouldn't be able to pass.

Walking slowly towards her, all the magic she could muster on her fingertips, she prepared herself as the avengers watched helplessly. But before it hit her, she disappeared into thin air, making the blast hit the tree instead and cutting it in half as the remaining part burned in flames.

“No!” Y/N shouted. “No, no, no, no.” She repeated as she looked at the place where her sister was mere seconds ago. “No!” An agonizing sob wrack through her body and she fell to her knees.

Suddenly the barrier went down and Loki ran to her.

"Y/N!” He said as he wrapped his arms around her.

“She killed them, Loki. She killed them.” She sobbed.

“Shh, my love. You are alright, you are alright.” He repeated as he casted a powerful spell to make her fall asleep.

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Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock. What was that sound? Where was she? Where was Sigyn?

“Sigyn!” She exclaimed, sitting up quickly on her bed. Loki was startled by the sudden noise. “I need to find her!”

“Darling,” he said. She looked at him with wide eyes. “Breathe.”

“Where is she? How long have I been sleeping?” She asked frantically.

“She escaped, and you have been sleeping less than a day.”

“Loki…” She suddenly told him, face twisting in a pained expression. He rapidly went to wrap his arms around her.

“I know, my love. I know.”

“She killed my family…” She sobbed on his chest. “I thought she… I thought she was my family. I thought-”

“I know you did darling, but it is not your fault. You simply always see the best in every person.”

“But how could I have been so stupid?” She pulled away to look at him with tear filled eyes. “I let her into my family, into my home… I shared secrets with her.” She sniffled as he wiped her tears with his thumbs. “She knew how much it hurt me what happened to my family.”

“Listen to me.” He said with a firm tone. “You are not stupid. You could never be stupid, least of all for trusting someone who claimed to care about you, who showed you no sign of lying. You are kind, the kindest, and you trusted the wrong person, but you trusted so many right people.”

She tilted her head to the side, frowning while she thought.

“I did. I did. Trusting you was the best thing I've ever done in my life.” She told him and he smiled softly, then she pursed her lips to stop them from quivering. “I just… It makes me sad.”

“I understand that.”

“Of course you do.” She chuckled breathily. “Loki just… whatever happens now… please stay with me. I hate saying this but I'm gonna need you more than ever.”

“My love, I'm not going anywhere. Ever.”

[trashywormeateroffics]

The right universe.

Summary: After Y/N's life turns upside down, she's full of grief. Somehow, one day, she manages to travel to the MCU, where she meets her favorite characters, including a certain god who seems willing to establish a friendship with her. Suddenly she's enwrapped in this new world, where everything she loved in a screen is now reality. How will she react? Will she be able to deal with the ghosts that haunt her? Or will she let them consume her? Will she be open to accept the love she is offered? Read to find out!

Read this on AO3!

Category: F/M.

Relationships: Loki/reader.

Characters: Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Sam Wilson (Marvel), James “Bucky” Barnes, Vision (Marvel), Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Stephen Strange, Nick Fury, Maria Hill, Bruce Banner, Thor (Marvel), Clint Barton, Steve Rogers, Peter Parker, other minor appearances of other characters but these are the main ones, Pepper Potts, Loki (Marvel).

Additional tags: Loki/reader - Freeform, Avenger Loki (Marvel), Loki & Tony Stark Friendship, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Smut, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Fluffyfest, Slow Burn, Friends to lovers, Mutual Pining, Pining a lot because we love to suffer, Domestic Avengers, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Tony Stark is a parental figure, Natasha Romanov Is a Good Bro, Everyone is a good bro, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, y/n, After Infinity War but no one died and the purple bitch was defeated, Missions, Y/N is a universe traveler, Grief, Therapy, Protective Loki (Marvel), Loki in love.

MASTERLIST OF THE STORY

Chapter 52: Maybe the bitch is right.

“Ingrid-” She shook her head. “Sarah. I don't even know. Why would your parents force you to kidnap me? And to be a part of their organization?”

“Because she asked them to.”

“Who?”

“Sigyn.”

“Sigyn?” Steve asked as Y/N frowned.

“You're lying.” She told the woman in front of her.

“Why would I lie?”

“Why would Sigyn do any of this?”

“There is a prophecy-”

“Again with that prophecy!” Y/N rolled her eyes. “I know what it says: The völva will leave a child on a foreign land, for them to be the communicator. I know!”

“You don't understand.” Sarah told her. “That prophecy is not complete, not in the Asgardian books. Only the völva knows it…”

“And her children.” Steve finished for her.

“What are you talking about? The complete prophecy is that I would have become evil and destroyed the universe.”

“No,” she told her, “that's what Sigyn told you.”

“Then what is the real prophecy?” Tony asked this time.

“I… don't know. Only Sigyn knows.”

“How convenient.” Y/N said, crossing her arms. “Sigyn would never betray me, you are spitting lies because you got caught.” Sarah narrowed her eyes. “I'm done with this, I need to see if my sister is recovering well after she risked her life for us.”

And with that, she left.

Tony and Steve took Ingrid into a cell in the compound and decided that the kid would stay with them until they decided on what to do with the mother.

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“Do you think that she's telling the truth?” Natasha asked.

Currently, Steve, Tony, Natasha, Loki and Y/N were in a meeting room discussing the recent revelations.

“I don't know.” Steve said and at the same time Y/N said: “No.”

“Y/N, maybe this is too personal for you.”

“No, It's not.” She told the redhead. “I mean, it is, but it's not why I dont think it's the truth.”

“Then why?” Loki asked.

“Guys, we've known Sigyn for two years. She has never ever done anything suspicious or questionable. What would she gain from telling me I am the next völva?” She asked all of them. “If she wanted power, if she wanted to destroy me she wouldn't have given me the key to defeat her.”

“She does have a point.” Cap said.

“And I do like her.” Tony said and everyone deadpanned at him. “What? She's the only one who likes to sing karaoke with me!” Y/N chuckled.

“Shut up Tony.” He stuck his tongue out at her and she shook her head, smiling. “So, it's settled then.”

“Ingrid is lying?” Natasha said, more like a question.

“Ingrid is lying.” Steve stated and everyone nodded.

After the meeting was finished and everyone was leaving the room, Natasha called her.

“Y/N!” She turned around. “Would you come shopping with me? I need a new bra.”

“Uh, sure. Just let me go get changed.”

“Nah, you're fine.”

“Nat, I'm in my pajamas.”

“So what?” Y/N frowned, something was up. “Come on.”

“Alright…”

They went to the glass doors of the compound and asked for one of Tony's cars that everyone borrowed. When they got inside Y/N went to speak up but Natasha stopped her with a shake of her head.

“Ugh! My makeup looks terrible!” She said dramatically as she looked at herself in the rear view mirror. Then she looked at Y/N and the look on her face told her everything, so she nodded, subtly.

Before she started the car, Natasha skilfully turned off the tracker and looked for any signs of a mic. In no time they left the compound.

They drove for a while in circles, then changed the path a few times until they were far enough from their home.

“Spit it out.” The redhead told her friend as she had one hand on the steering wheel, the other supported her head, elbow against the window.

“I… I hate to say it but… something is not right.”

“I knew it!” Natasha said, proud of herself. “I knew you were lying back there.”

“Well I just didn't want to raise a lot of suspicions. I figured I could try to unveil the truth by myself.”

“No. We'll do it together. If Sigyn is who she says she is, we'll discover it without her knowing we ever had any suspicions of her. If she's not…”

“Then what? She's my sister Nat! I… I care about her.”

“I know Y/N/N.” She sighed. “We'll just… figure it out as we go?”

“Yeah, maybe…” She pursed her lips. “We need to know what that prophecy says, that will prove enough.”

“And then we'll see what we do.”

“Where do we start?”

“I have someone who might help us.”

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“And that's pretty much all that's been happening. How are you by the way?” Y/N said with a tight smile. Strange cocked his head to one side and sighed.

“Y/N… this is… huge.”

“Yup.” Natasha said, popping the “p”.

“Do you have a way of knowing the real prophecy?” Y/N asked.

“Do I have a way of knowing an Asgardian prophecy only known by the völva? Not a great one.”

“It’ll do.” Y/N told him.

“I wouldn’t be so quick to jump Y/N.” He told her. “I need your blood and Sigyns blood to do this.”

“Got it. I’ll be back in a second.”

Then she disappeared into a white shimmer. Less than five minutes passed and she reappeared. With two red bottles, her friends noticed.

“How…?” Natasha began asking.

“From the lab.” She shrugged. The other one just nodded, deciding that it was better not to ask. “Now, what are we doing exactly?“

“I will put your and Sigyns blood on the Cauldron of the Cosmos and summon the völva’s spirit.”

“You mean my biological mother?“

“Yes…”

She was going to voice her apprehensiveness with that when she caught her reflection in a mirror and looked at herself. Her features were less innocent than when she first came here, she was hardened by a lot of things. But in a way, she was softer, she loved more, she let herself be loved more. This was her world, her family, and this could risk all of that. She decided at that moment, no matter what happened after this, she would remain soft.

“Fine, let’s do it.”

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A/N: ive restarted the whole tag list thing so even if you were there before you’re not anymore. if you want to be in the taglist let me know!! <3