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look at this overgrown wireless charger
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so i paused The Avengers
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S is for sassy
T is for true
A is for avenger
R is for rowdy
K is for kickass
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I'm so tired of seeing people treat 30+ year olds in fandom spaces as if they didn't belong there. You do realise that those are the same people you should be grateful to for all the elaborate metas and fanfiction you enjoy? The beautiful art? Yes, that's them. More often than not, they are among the most important members of the fandom you are in.
I'm sorry to all of you who get treated this way; you are seen and deeply appreciated.
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i have a strong feeling that this man knows how to salsa dance
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Y/n: Even if you don’t have the energy, there’s always something worth expending energy for.
Loki: Like me?
Y/n: Like you :)
#fluff#gn!reader#loki x y/n#loki fluff#incorrect quotes#incorrect quotes marvel#incorrect loki quotes
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Tony: If I had a dollar for every time I spontaneously adopted a nerdy child I would have...
Harley: ...
Peter: ...
Nebula: ...
Y/n: ...
Tony: Enough to buy each of them a McDonald’s ice cream cone
#yay#etherealpapercut#incorrect quotes#incorrect marvel quotes#tony stark oneshot#nerds#mcdonalds#the economy won't allow $1 ice creams for much longer i'm afraid so stock up now
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writing foreshadowing is so fun like I’m in on an inside joke with myself
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the best view
~*~*~*~
fandom: post-battle of new york mcu
pairings: reader is supposed to be clint barton/hawkeye's sister (barton!sister!reader??? ihnc,) but that's not important, what's important is the fact that she's paired with ✨loki laufeyson✨
genre: fluff
warnings: loki is a boastful prat. mentions of the dark. reader and loki end up on the roof of the house.
word count: a perfect 2.4k
summary: finally fed up with loki’s constant bragging and nagging about how asgard is the best, you decide to impose a new view.
a/n: i meant for this to be short but that is not really how it went, huh. anyway, more loki content, and i am not complaining.
~*~*~*~
loki always boasted of asgard.
he bragged about his apartments, the palace, and the citizens and the food, but most of all, he always boasted of the night sky view from asgard. loki claimed that the stars were so golden and so big and close you could see them smile at you from your balcony, but you didn't want to believe that anything could beat the view from your backyard.
neither of you ever relinquished your opinions.
you lived far out in the country, not too far from civilization, but far enough that there wasn’t any light pollution at night time.
it was your most favourite thing in the world to spend your nights on the roof of your house before your brother, clint barton, had barged onto your property one day and dropped off this ignorant, blaspheming, scheming idiot who claimed he was a god.
~*~*~*~
“he’s got these... weird bracelet thingies that are supposed to stop the sparkly hanky panky he’s been trying on everyone but—”
“it’s called seiðr, you impudent little–OW!” loki interrupted.
“and this remote that makes a shock go through them.” clint had continued. loki was left rubbing his wrists and glaring. “anyway, be careful, y/n. he’s dangerous.”
“then what the hell? why are you leaving him here with me?” you had exclaimed.
“well, he was going to stay in the basement prison of shield, but they can’t keep anyone there for long, and we can’t give him over to stark, they’d kill themselves within two weeks, and i can’t keep him with laura and the kids.”
“i do prefer laura and my favourite niece and nephews alive.” you muttered.
“please, y/n, we can’t let him out of our sight and i don’t know what else to do.” clint begged.
“alright, alright.” you had finally agreed. “i can do it.”
clint looked really tired. it was hard to say no to your older brother.
“stop giving me puppy eyes, a kiss on the cheek and a thank you is sufficient enough.”
clint had obliged, thanking you profusely and hugging you, promising to run your grocery errands and come visit with enforcements every week.
he had gone much too soon, and despite your extensive training and the knowledge that you could beat him in hand-to-weapon combat, you were still intimidated.
that feeling did not fade for a very long time.
~*~*~*~
“do you think of my home as some kind of prison, loki?” you asked. it had been five months since clint had first dropped him off. it hardly seemed like two weeks.
it was now early september. there were a lot of wasps starting to zoom around. the mosquitos had all died off in july because of the bats you had attracted with the bat house.
loki was now wearing one of your old ex-boyfriend’s shirts from your closet and clint had agreed to get a pair of jeans and sweatpants for him. his ridiculous costume he had first arrived in had been deemed unfit for garden work and everyday house-attire, and was now sitting in a box in the attic.
“yes.” he said without a pause. “this is prison.” he was perched on the couch in the living room. you had a full view of him from the kitchen as you were chopping carrots.
“is it a nice prison, at least?”
loki paused. there was silence for a minute before he responded.
“not as nice as asgard.”
you rolled your eyes. “‘not as nice as asgard,’” you said mockingly.
“hey, no!” loki stood up and made eye contact with you from across the house. “there is nothing–nothing i say–that can ever compare with asgard.”
you were a bit shocked, not by his outburst, those kind of things happened almost on a schedule, but the way that he had started his sentence with an exclamation. it was like he was trying to discipline a child. he sounded exactly like you did when you scolded him about something.
you smirked a little. you were slowly starting to affect him.
you kept this revelation to yourself, however.
you turned your back on the mischief maker, making him seethe. no way in hel would he ever be treated like this on asgard, that was for certain.
his anger quickly melted away, though. he couldn’t seem to keep his anger around for very long anymore. that was another positive effect you had had on him.
there were so many good things you had taught him. anger management. earthly exercise and work out of doors. peaceful and uneventful nights.
“can you come help me with the dishes, your highness?” you called to him.
loki sighed heavily.
if only loki wasn’t so proud, he would have said that your house wasn’t a prison.
it hadn’t felt like a prison for a long time. it was a home away from home, and he had grown comfortable with the steady routine and mundane excitement of new tv shows, board games, and new plants and even getting groceries was romanticized and was a much-anticipated event every tuesday.
loki picked out a towel to start drying the dishes you were washing. the carrots had been put on to steam. there were sausage patties in the oven for supper.
loki breathed. he shook his head softly at himself behind your back.
“my good sir,” you said. “i must say that i am perfectly sick of hearing how much asgard one-ups earth.”
“midgard is nothing in comparison to my beloved homeland.” loki hissed in your ear. you felt shivers running up your spine. you hadn't realised he’d been so close behind you. loki picked up another plate.
“i have no doubt.” you managed dryly. “you’ll have to take me there one day, hold me hostage, put me to work sewing your great capes or whatever, then i can have a turn to brag about how much i prefer my own world.”
loki hmphed. “well, maybe i will!” he said.
you smiled and shook your head.
“i guess that asgard sounds like a really wonderful place, lokes, but how can you look at the night sky on earth and say that you can’t add it to your list of wonders?”
loki gaped.
“well–because–i-i've never even seen the midgard night sky, miss barton. until i have, the sights of asgard remain the only things worth mentioning.”
you dropped something in the sink, causing you to splash water all down your front and send soap suds high in the air. you gasped loudly.
loki handed over the towel without being asked. you patted down your shirt before wiping the water off the counter.
“why didn’t you say something sooner?” you cried, facing him.
“about what?” loki turned up his nose.
“not seeing the night sky! the stars! the moon!”
loki shrugged. you put an offended hand over your heart.
“are you so close-minded that you won’t even try to experience something that is foreign to you?"
“don’t you dare call me close-minded, miss barton.” loki took a menacing step towards you.
his stong forearms were bare, the bracelets hanging from his wrists like tattoos. the remote control for them was tucked into your shirt on a cord.
the thought shot through your mind once and reminded you not to get too familiar with loki laufeyson of asgard. he wasn’t someone to be made into your friend. he was a prisoner. a terrorist.
“don’t try to intimidate me, loki.” you said. you closed your eyes and laid your palm on your forehead dramatically, trying to ease your sudden panic and existential crisis. “we’ve gotta do something about your situation.”
“oh, please.” loki rolled his eyes. he turned his back on you to get a fresh towel.
you grinned at his back. “i guess it was a little bit of my fault. i always just assumed that you’ve seen the night sky.”
loki shook his head.
“i’ll take you up to the roof tonight. i think there’s a shooting star shower due around this time.”
loki looked up, confused. “shooting... stars?”
“you cannot possibly be serious.” you said.
the timer for the sausage patties saved you from spiralling into a wailing despair. loki was hopeless.
~*~*~*~
the sun didn’t set till 7pm, and the light didn’t vanish until 45 minutes after that.
however, you didn’t take loki up to the roof till nearly midnight. there was a meteor shower, but it wasn’t supposed to happen until about one in the morning.
you handed loki the blankets and gave him one of your oversized hoodies. when he raised his arms, his tummy would peek out. it would have to suffice.
you carried the flashlight. loki followed you around meekly with the armload of blankets as you shut off every light in the house and finally led him to the living room, where you used a long hook to pull down the ladder for the attic.
“once i’m up, you can toss me the blankets. oh, and watch your step.” you warned.
when you had climbed the ladder and the blankets and loki had followed, you pulled the ladder up behind you and shut the trapdoor. you didn’t want to fall through it again.
for a moment, loki panicked. he’d never been up here. this was a different kind of dark. like he had been thrust into nothingness. he was frozen.
“i’ve lost the flashlight.” you muttered. “where are you?” your fumbling hands led your search in the dark, but you still managed to faceplant right into loki’s chest. “whoops! there you are.”
loki quietly wrapped his arms around your shoulders. it was instinct. you squeaked in alarm.
“hey! what’s up?” you cried.
loki let go of you, almost pushing you away. “sorry.” he muttered. you tried to calm your heart.
“well, take my hand.” you said. “i think the flashlight is under the blankets, but i don’t want to run into you again like that.”
loki’s hand ran down your arm till it found your hand. he gripped it tight. you bent down and found the pile of blankets.
you pushed them aside and found the flashlight.
you pointed it to the floor and flicked it on.
the warm light illuminated the attic, lighting up loki’s pale face, and your blushing one.
you quickly turned away from each other to hide your faces and you and went to look for the trapdoor that led through the attic veiling to a little hidden balcony on the roof. loki picked up the blankets and hid his face behind them. he suddenly felt shy.
“come on, pretty little liar, you can move now.” you said, already halfway up the ladder. cool air rushed down around you.
loki scoffed at the nickname.
~*~*~*~
you stood on the roof of the house, back straight and face relaxed. you felt light for the first time in several months.
oh, how you had missed being up here.
loki climbed out of the attic and stood next to you.
the blankets were by your feet.
he looked up.
“this isn’t impressive, y/n.” he said, scornfully. there didn’t seem to be much to see.
“of course it isn’t.” you said softly, breaking out of your reverie. “the flashlight is still on. and we haven’t even made ourselves blanket nests.”
loki held back a rude remark. nests? he didn’t know you were part bird.
you sat down and reached for a blanket. you sat on one end and wrapped the rest of it around you, then took another blanket and threw that over your shoulders as well. you motioned to loki to copy what you were doing. he obliged, and you tucked in the edges of his blankets once he had gotten settled.
“there! all nice and snug. still feeling okay?”
“i am, thank you.”
“very good.” you now picked up the flashlight, still lit. you looked pointedly at loki. “close your eyes, and don’t open them till i tell you to.”
loki grunted, but complied.
you turned off the flashlight and leaned back. the tilt of the roof met your back comfortably. you waited til your own eyes adjusted to see the night sky.
“okay,” you breathed. “open your eyes and look up.”
loki opened his eyes and leaned back beside you, staring hard into the sky.
he gasped. you grinned.
“there’s so many stars.” he breathed. “y/n, look!”
“i’m looking, i'm looking.”
“they’re... so tiny and white... and blinking at me.” loki said. “this is... nothing like asgard at night.”
you smiled to yourself.
“did you know that some of those stars aren’t even stars? some are satellites. some are planets.”
“machines? floating up there?”
“yeah! that red dot that’s moving? that’s a satellite.”
you threw your arm over loki’s arm casually and pointed up at a larger star.
“that’s mars.”
loki inhaled again. “i feel like i’m floating up.”
“yeah. that happens sometimes.” you said.
a pin of light flew across the sky.
loki reached over to tap your hand. “was that a satellite?”
“no.” you paused. “that was a shooting star.”
you could almost hear the question mark that escaped on loki’s next breath.
“sometimes stars fall to earth, or they fly to other parts of the galaxy.” the childish lie flowed smoothly from your tongue. you would tell loki the truth later. “it’s tradition to make wishes on the shooting stars.”
“why?”
you shrugged. “beats me. it’s just something we do here.”
loki blinked.
“there are no such traditions on asgard.” he said. “we don’t have satellites, or planets near us, or falling stars. do stars fall very often?”
“not often.” you whispered. “but tonight’s different. there’s going to be a shower of shooting stars. there will be so many they’re gonna fill the night sky.”
another star shot across the sky.
you shifted nearer to loki on the roof. he moved his head to look at you.
“it happens a couple times every year,” you were saying. “i’ve only seen it twice in my life, though.”
loki barely heard it.
“i guess there are some things that midgard has that asgard doesn’t.” he said.
“hmm? and are they better? do they outrank asgard’s version?”
he watched the crinkles in your eyes as you smiled in satisfaction.
he had never realized how reflective your eyes could be. he saw every sparkling star mirrored in them.
asgard didn’t have monopoly. it didn’t have grocery tuesdays or y/n’s home. it didn’t have y/n.
he hummed, suddenly overwhelmed by a feeling of warmth and content. “yes, y/n. yes, they do.”
#gonna do another part for this au#this is my favourite of my works#just for the kitchen scenes and the fact loki starts wearing y/n’s clothes#angst#fanfiction#gn!reader#gn!reader x loki#loki x y/n#loki fluff
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consensus is up, here is the Christmas in november drabble :)
#christmas in november#fanfiction#fluff#angst#etherealpapercut#loki x y/n#christmas fics#loki fluff#drabble
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Mistletoe in the Door
~*~*~*~
Fandom: Marvel
Pairings: Loki X Y/N. There's one indication Y/N is female but whatever.
Genre: Y/N is acting angsty, Loki is going for fluff. You decide.
Warnings: Christmas, invasion of space, one swear word.
Word Count: 284. it could be part of something bigger, for now it’s just a little thang ;)
~*~*~*~
“Well, would you look at that...” Loki said, glancing up at the door frame and grinning.
“Why, you little fox!” Y/N hissed, fighting to keep a neutral face.
“We’re standing in a doorway!” he crowed.
“Um, yeah, I know—”
“Under some strange green leaves with red berries! What a merry, festive sight, don’t you think?”
“Loki, stop, please,”
“I think it’s called mistletoe... Wouldn’t you agree?”
“Oh, fuck off! And stop giving me that look.”
“What look?” Now playing his innocent card.
Y/N huffed. “The one... on your face... right now...”
“But Y/N, this is my usual expression. What’s wrong with it all of a sudden?” Loki batted his eyes and continued to stare Y/N down. Y/N’s eyes went wide and blank and looked pointedly in the opposite direction, a little hesitant and unsure about the feeling swelling up her stomach. Loki’s hands went to his hips. “What’s wrong with my expression?”
“Nothing’s wrong with it necessarily, it’s just that you’re giving me... that expression.”
“And that upsets you?”
“You could say something like that,” Y/N mumbled.
“Oh, come along, it’s Christmas! What happened to the Christmas spirit, huh?”
“It skipped out on me,” Y/N said, before making a break to get out from under Loki’s arm.
Y/N didn’t get very far before a hand grabbed the tacky sweater she was reluctantly wearing, and an arm slipped around her waist.
Loki pulled Y/N back, hearts thundering and vibrating through both their bodies as he held Y/N to him.
His face was, as they said, dangerously close as he spoke into her one ear, “It’d be tragic if we had to break a Christmas tradition.”
#:)#mistletoe in the doorway#mistletoe#christmas#in november!#etherealpapercut#fem!reader#fem!reader x loki#gn!reader x loki#loki imagine#loki fluff#fluff#angst#loki laufeyson mcu#drabbles
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#christmas in november#fanfiction#fluff#angst#etherealpapercut#loki x y/n#christmas fics#poll#loki fluff#drabble
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loki x y/n as halloween-themed quotes from my friends/family!
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loki: what day is it?
y/n: october 30th.
loki: ...
y/n: ...
loki: oh my gosh tomorrow’s halloween
y/n: it is.
loki, panicking: y/n!! i need help with my costume!! i haven’t prepared a costume!!
~*~*~*~
y/n: it’s halloween tomorrow.
loki:*gasps*
y/n: what?
loki: that’s why you bought so many chips and cookies and candy yesterday!
loki: *points accusingly* and then you hid it all.
~*~*~*~
loki: y/n, tradition is to carve... pumpkins... right?
y/n: *holding a knife to a watermelon*
loki: ...
y/n: ...
loki: ...
y/n: i’m actually... allergic... to pumpkins...
~*~*~*~
y/n: i’m going as a ghost. just a bedsheet and sunglasses over top. are you dressing up, or are you too old for that kind of thing?
loki, sputtering: too–too old? old?! i’m old???
~*~*~*~
y/n: i didn’t think my costume through, and now i have to wear it to school.
loki: is that another thing you guys do? wear your costumes to school?
y/n: well, kind of. so that you can show off to everyone you know–but listen, i cannot go waltzing into the building in an 8ft tall realistic gorilla costume, the secretaries would freak.
loki: fair enough.
~*~*~*~
loki, calling y/n on the phone, on the verge of tears: why didn’t you come to my costume party?
y/n: ...
y/n: oh no
y/n: i completely forgot about your costume party
loki: you forgot about my costume party? y/n, how could you??
y/n, now on the verge of tears: I’M SORRY I’M SO SORRY I’LL MAKE IT UP TO YOU I PROMISE
~*~*~*~
y/n: my funniest halloween memory?
loki: please, y/n, don’t–
y/n: okay–shush–listen, there’s this house in my neighbourhood that goes ALL OUT every year and it was really messed up, man, so i wasn’t going to the door to ask for candy...
loki: oh dear
y/n: but loki wanted to prove me a chicken, so he waltzes up the path, past the skeleton under the lawnmower, the torn up dolls covered in fake blood hanging from the tree, all the caution tape and stands right next to the witch statue by the doorbell–
loki: oh no
y/n: –which was actually a lady in a costume and not a statue–
loki: please stop talking
y/n, giggling: –and so this witch grabs loki by the shoulder, and he screams so loud.
loki: you would have done the same!
y/n: and it was so fucking funny
loki: no
y/n: and we haven't been trick’or’treating since.
loki: i was traumatised...
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he’ll never see this but i wish a very happy 42nd birthday to tom hiddleston 🥳🥳🥳
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the 2am club
~*~*~*~
fandom: mcu
pairings: gn!reader x
genre: fluff
warnings: n/a. late nights. winter cold.
word count: ~430. just a drabble.
summary: reader is up to an unhealthy time of the morning night. peter wakes up to snuggle.
a/n: please don’t hurt yourselves by depriving yourselves of sleep, my beloveds. get your rest. you deserve it.
~*~*~*~
it’s two in the morning when you finally put your phone on airplane mode and power it off. the alarm clock on the bedside table blinks steadily and disapprovingly as you slowly scooch down under all the blankets.
you had been propped up on pillows as you scrolled mindlessly through every social media you had. you were just trying to avoid using your brain.
the boy beside you sleeps peacefully. you envy him and you curse yourself.
it’s 2am. why didn’t you go to sleep so many hours ago?
you know it’s going to come back and bite you in the butt. you’re going to wake up tired and without any motivation.
you have an important assignment due for school next week.
well, you have many important things to do.
eventually.
you fight a yawn, then another.
peter shifts in the bed beside you as you lie down and try to settle yourself.
the uncovered window lets cold air seep through the pane and creep across the floor, turning it to ice to the touch.
underneath the covers is warm. oh, so warm.
all of a sudden you realize just how cold the air is.
you fight the drowsiness. a line of street lamps flicker against the dark outside.
you rub your eyes and sniff through your nose violently to clear it.
peter’s back is to you. he now flips to his other side. he breathes softly and lightly in your face. you don’t mind it.
his hand falls near yours under the blanket. you can sense it.
you reach out and stroke the back of his hand.
peter hums in his sleep.
you yawn again.
then his eyes opened a crack. despite the light from outside, it’s too dim for him to see anything beside him, although he can feel you.
not that it matters. he wasn’t really awake. it was just his brain that registered that you had finally come to him in the middle of the night.
his hand jumps out from under yours. it crawls over your waist and rests on your back. peter draws you closer to him under the duvet as his eyes drift shut once more.
you know he won’t remember the encounter when he wakes up. you take the memory and file it away to keep forever.
you’re so cold.
you nestle into his unconscious embrace. you fit perfectly underneath his chin, breathing into his chest.
you ignore the alarm clock. it reads 2:23 am. still blinking in indignation.
you manage to fall victim to slumber in a matter of seconds.
peter holds you close, all throughout the winter night.
#the 2am club#etherealpapercut#remembering how much i like this ficlet#gn!reader#gn!reader x peter parker#peter parker mcu#peter parker fluff#fluffy drabbes
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Y/N: Peter No
Peter: Peter Yes
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