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REQUESTS OPEN ALWAYS the lack of queer imagines of both queer characters and readers is horrendous and I’m changing that <3

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Fandoms&Characters

DISCLAIMERS:

Consent & Comfortability

I am allowed to deny any prompt I do not feel comfortable writing, please do not get upset if I deny your prompt. That being said I won’t write underage or incest. Pretty much anything else is fair game.

I am open to poly asks, and all queer/lgbt identities, though I tend to write for trans masc and cis mlm scenarios.

NSFW & SFW Prompts are both okay.

Media/Character List: You’re welcome to request ones that aren’t on here by the way, but please add what they’re from. - Marvel (mcu, misc. properties)

- Batman (misc. properties)

- What We Do In the Shadows

- Stranger Things

- Horror

- Star Wars (films, clone wars, misc. properties) 

[blog under construction]

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So! Update on life! I’ve been diagnosed with bipolar depression which makes the things I enjoy like writing and creating very hard for me! Those of you who have had to wait for your requests you have not been forgotten about, and I’m sure you’ve sought out other x reader blogs and got the content much faster. I still aim to write for you all and make your fantasies come true, even if they’re long overdue.

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me watching Wolverine & Deadpool and suddenly remembering this blog exists and 80% of the inbox is unanswered Logan x Male! reader requests

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O m gee I loveeeddd your Logan fanfic!! There aren't a lot and this is perfect, would you consider a part 2 or more with Y/N having wings?

Yea absolutely!! I had completely forgot this account existed for a hot second while dealing with some othering things but oh man have I been re-enlightened to our beloved queer Logan.

Is there anything particular you had in mind?

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Star Wars Masterlist (will add links once fics are posted)

Anakin Skywalker

Obi Wan Kenobi

Padme Amidala

Luke Skywalker

Leia Organa

Han Solo

Cad Bane

Asajj Ventress

Kit Fisto

Ahsoka Tano (S7 Clone Wars -Forward)

Rey

Kylo Ren

Hux

Finn

Poe Dameron

Darth Maul

Clones (will add specifics once written for)

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Horror Masterlist (will add links once fics are posted)

Charles Lee Ray / Chucky (Child’s Play)

Tiffany Valentine (Child’s Play)

Freddy Kreuger (Nightmare on Elm Street)

Micheal Myers (Halloween)

Ghostface (Scream)

Candyman (Candyman)

Ash Williams (Evil Dead)

Herbert West (Reanimator)

Dan Cain (Reanimator)

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Stranger Things Masterlist (will add links once fics are posted)

Joyce Byers

Steve Harrington

Billy Hargrove

Jonathan Byers

Alexei

Eddie Munson

Vecna / Henry Creel

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WWDITS Masterlist (will add links once fics are posted)

Guillermo

Nandor

Nadja

Laszlo

Colin

Viago

Vladislav

Deacon

Nick

Petyr

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Batman Masterlist (will add links once fics are posted)

Bruce Wayne /Batman

Jonathan Crane /Scarecrow

Edward Nigma /Riddler

Poison Ivy

Selina Kyle /Catwoman

Harley Quinn

Mr Freeze

Joker

Harvey “Two Face” Dent

Oswald Cobblepot /Penguin

Huntress (Birds of Prey)

Black Canary (Birds of Prey)

Victor Zsasz (Birds of Prey)

Roman Sionis (Birds of Prey)

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Marvel Masterlist (will add links once fics are posted)

Loki

Mobius M Mobius (Loki)

Otto Octavius (Raimi & MCU)

Olivia Octavius (Spiderverse)

Doctor Strange /Stephen Strange (What If & MCU)

Norman Osborn /Green Goblin

Max Dillion /Electro (Sony, MCU, TSSM)

Jonah J. Jameson (Raimi & MCU)

Curt Conners /Lizard (Raimi, Sony & MCU)

Quentin Beck /Mysterio

Eddie Brock /Venom (Raimi & Sony)

Peter Parker /Spiderman (Raimi & Sony)

Peter B Parker (Spiderverse)

Spidernoir (Spiderverse)

Gwen Stacy (Sony)

Natasha Romanov

Bruce Banner /Hulk

Thor Odinson

Wade Wilson /Deadpool

Storm

Peter Quill /Star Lord

Gamora

Nebula

Drax

Adam Warlock

Rogue

Mystique

Domino (Deadpool 2)

Zeitgeist (Deadpool 2)

Beast

Colossus

Logan /Wolverine

Pietro Maximoff

Wanda Maximoff

Kurt Wagner /Nightcrawler

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I’ve seen your lovely prompts and have been working on them! I apologize for the time gaps between fics/posting! I’m a perfectionist but I also am busy with work amongst other things. I haven’t checked this blog in a while and I’m glad more people have found it and are enjoying the small handful of content I have. You’ve all sparked determination into me again and I am so excited to write for y’all! 💕💕

For now I’m going to rework a few details on this blog so it’s easier to navigate.

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Would it be ok to request a Loki fic that's an AU where they don't have powers and where they are exploring their genderqueer/fluid/nonbinary identity? Like it's still new and they have to use Halloween as an excuse to "dress girly". Also Thor is an amazing supportive big bro and would be just a protective teddy bear.

Genderfluid Loki (They/Them)

Val-Hallow’s Eve

NO POWERS AU

Featured/Warnings: Loki uses They/Them pronouns. Genderfluid Goth Loki. Exploration of gender expression. Implied Bisexual Thor. Off-hand mention of alcohol consumption. Adoptive Supportive Siblings.

Loki had always adored Halloween, it was their favorite. It was the night of the year people could be anyone they wanted to be: whether it be someone else or their true selves. Loki knew if they had the ability, they would transform themself into anyone they pleased. Loki wished they could just wave their hand and go back and forth between whichever identity they felt was right. Loki imagined all the ways they could use such an ability, the pranks would be so grand.

Loki had known who they were for a while, however they had never had the chance to express themself in public. Loki had practiced makeup and cultivating outfits at home, though they were always concerned about the ridicule. Loki knew Thor would be by their side and would knock some sense into anyone who dared to criticize his brother, though Loki didn’t like depending on him.

The most Loki could usually manage in public was fixing their hair, painting their nails, and maybe on a good day some light messy eyeshadow. Though Loki always wanted to do more. Halloween was just the right night to do so. Loki got up early that morning so they could begin the dolling up process. It had been hours since Loki had started, and they were almost to the finishing touches. Thor had just awoken from his deep slumber, long blonde hair tangled and messy. He stumbled against the bathroom doorway, if he didn’t know it was Halloween he would’ve almost mistaken Loki for some stranger in their house, “you look quite different”

“It’s a good different right,”

“Absolutely.”

“You’re almost done right?”

“Yes, just on the finishing touches”

“Good I have to start getting ready soon,”

“You’re still doing that glam metal look right?”

“Well of course!”

“Well you don’t have to do much for your hair— it’s already teased to the Gods!”

“Here I was going to ask you for your expertise, but since you’re going to be so asinine, I’ll get ready myself.”

“No! You’re not going anywhere with me looking like a disaster!”

“That’s the spirit!”

After Loki finished their makeup, and assisting Thor getting into his costume, they hit the town. Loki was dressed in a long black gown, a slit up the left leg showing elegantly torn fishnet tights. They had adorned a laced up corset, Loki decided to take their lucky twin daggers with them; one stuck down in their left leg’s garterbelt, the other wedged into the front of the corset. Loki’s ravenous wavy hair was delicately teased. Loki adorned several elaborate pieces of golden jewelry, including a horned crown with intricate chains and jewels cascading down the sides of their face and hair.

Thor however adorned red leather pants, a thick black studded belt with studded wrist cuffs to match, a belt slung across his bare chest.

They spend the whole night bar hopping. Loki getting hit on by multiple types of people, men, women, and anyone in between absolutely were enthralled with their beauty that night. People often got switched up what they thought Loki identified as, but regardless they loved sparking confusion and curiosity into others. It was like a personal mischievous ruse aimed solely at the gender roles of society.

Loki even got the honor to dance with a few fellow queer people at the various bars they went to. Both him and Thor were the objects of desire and flirtation of several of the bars’ other patrons. Loki enjoyed being able to share a spotlight with their brother rather than fighting for it, though typically with Thor it wasn’t intentional it just happened. Loki felt like they should be equals, however when Loki won the costume contest twice at two of the local bars, they couldn’t help but feel a little superior and carry themself with regency the rest of the night.

While walking the sidewalks on the way to another bar, Thor strikes up a conversation, “You seem to be having a great time. I’m glad you joined me tonight!”

Loki was grateful they were invited, despite their often reclusive tendencies, Loki did enjoy going out and being around others. Especially if it was garnering their attention. Though due to their uncertainty with their gender expression, it left them feeling awkward to even be in public. Thor always invited Loki, however. Loki was always worried Thor would stop inviting them due to the amount of times they’ve declined or rainchecked. It may be the alcohol in their system buzzing honesty through their veins when they respond.

“Oh fully, I didn’t expect people to be so accepting.. Though it may just be tonight.”

“Is tonight the only night you want to dress like this?”

“I think I should do this more often, I feel more .. like myself.”

Thor wraps his arm around his sibling’s shoulders, “I’m glad to hear that, do you think you’d dress like this every day of your life?”

“I don’t know, I can't see into the future. I’m not a witch.”

“Oh? Then why are you dressed like one?”

They both laugh for a moment, but then Loki sigh happily, “I do enjoy looking like a shapeshifting androgynous witch.”

“It’s quite fitting for you, I think you should do what feels right to you, to Hel with what the world thinks!”

“Thank you, brother”

To be appreciated by their sibling, meant beyond worlds to them. To know in the battle of life they would fight alongside one another despite their past trials and tribulations, fueled their confidence to continue on the stroll of the rainbow bridge of self acceptance.

[queerxreader]

Howdy!! I was wondering if you could do a Logan x m!reader who has a harpy mutation and it’s a wing care thing, I think it could be interesting because caring for a birds wings is a very intimate thing. And or a spideypool + m!reader cuddling fluffy piece?

- 🎭

Logan/Wolverine x M!Reader with Harpy Mutation/Wings.

Bird, Bath, and Intimacy.

Featured/Warnings: Vague angst and Nudity. Baths. Comfort and Care. Fluff piece. Flirting.

Writer’s Note: I Really adore the idea of Logan this big tough guy being so gentle and caring towards his winged boyfriend. Also I’m still planning on writing a Spideypool cuddle fic but it’ll be separate from this. Anyways, I hope you enjoy! And apologies for how long it took to push this out.

“Stay still. Quit your flapping.” Logan’s gruff voice barked at you.

Your feathery appendages had a mind of their own, and when it came to Logan’s touch your soft wings fluttered for the callous man.

“I’m trying, I’m just not used to someone else taking care of my wings”

“Someone has to.”

Though he sounded aggravated to be helping you, you could sense his calmness. You knew deep down he cared for you, otherwise he wouldn’t have even offered.

You were sitting on your legs in the tub, the lukewarm water felt relaxing on your skin. Logan sat on the inner edge of the tub, his feet soaking in the water with his jeans cuffed up as high as he could manage on his toned calves. He was softly kneading his fingers into your feathers. His hands were coated in a special soap that was advertised to be strong enough to get oil out of ducks. He assumed this would be the best alternative compared to the shoddy attempts at cleaning yourself were.

He noticed your difficulty cleaning your wings when he saw you one early spring morning. He couldn’t sleep again so he was just having a beer as a breakfast appetizer. He looked out the kitchen window to enjoy the beginning of the sunrise. There you were, out there waiting on the edge of the fence, he pondered what you were doing, but instead of going outside to ask he just enjoyed this new view that seemed to outshine the sun rising.

Abruptly the sprinklers chittered on, Logan knew they were scheduled to do this, but it always raised the hairs on his arms. The sprinklers were always really tall in the mornings due to the expectation that everyone would be asleep this early in the day.

You promptly thrashed your wings to glide down

through the high force water oscillating into the air. All Logan saw between your swift flailing of wings and every few moments he’d see your mostly nude masculine frame covered by a pair of tight swim shorts. He admired the way your wet body glistened in the pale morning light, it was times like this he swore you were an angel rather than a harpy-adjacent mutant humanoid. He still loved you as the latter reality, however.

He saw you land atop one of the garden statues, you perched there for a second before shaking and writhing your feathers and hair dry. He always thought you were kidding when you said you bathed exactly like a bird. While he did think it was cute watching you do your avian drying dance, he wondered if you did this year around. Wouldn’t you get sick doing this during the winter or fall, only so much of your genetics include this mutant bird dna, what about the human parts?

As you got to a decent stage where you could just air dry the rest of your body, you hovered over the patio to retrieve your robe and enter the mansion.

You only got so far into the door of the kitchen before a gravelly voice teased you.

“Did'ja have a nice bird bath?”

You nodded while sitting down at the kitchen table, “I did actually, I’m fixing to have some breakfast.”

“I think we have some sunflower seeds in the pantry for you to peck on.”

“Ha. Ha. Really funny, wolf boy.”

“You were serious about those bird baths. I thought you just took regular baths like the rest of us.”

“Newsflash, blades-for-joints, do I look like the rest of ‘us’?”

“Hey now, I was just saying I didn’t expect it to be true.”

“Well you caught me, now what.”

“I don’t think a rinse is good enough to get you clean. Those feathers are complex.”

“Yeah, so are a bird’s.”

“But you’re not all bird.. you have a human immune system and taking baths like that—

“Aw Logan, you’re worried about me getting sick? Don’t worry I never get sick.”

Almost like you had jinxed yourself, you sneezed instantaneously.

He smirked, pleased with being right, however there was a tiny glint of concern in his eye. A literal blink and you miss it type of glint. You’re glad you didn’t miss it though.

“See.”

“Whatever. It’s just ‘cause it’s cold in here.”

The memory fades as Logan turns the shower hose on you, the warm water juxtaposing the now cooler water you sat in. You shivered and then eased into the soothing feeling of water flowing between your wings in places you could never reach on your own. Logan rubbed his rough hands between your shoulder blades massaging the sensitive spot. You keened into his touch as he kneaded the tender spot that connected your wings to your spine.

“I know this spot takes a lot of weight, it must hurt to keep these things steady all the time”

“You have no idea,”

“Believe me I do— these claws are a bitch when I unsheath them.”

“It hurts everytime.” It was a question but you phrased it as a statement since you already suspected the answer. Your wings often hurt when you first spread them out after a day of binding them away into your clothes to simply function amongst the quote-on-quote normal humans. But you couldn’t imagine the pain of having blades push out between your knuckles, it obviously was only a torture he could endure.

The healing factor was what made it somewhat bearable you assumed, but you wondered where all that physical trauma went when it went away. It’s possible that that pain replaced itself into mental and emotional stress, causing this man’s emotional state to be so toughened and built up high.

Though he hated sharing about himself, it often just flew out in conversation casually whenever he spoke to you. He felt he could truly put his guard down and trust you, and clearly you felt the same. The more he spoke the more you realized his concern wasn’t just that of a teammate or a close friend, he genuinely feared losing you. He’s mentioned losing many people he’s loved before, and sometimes he’s not taken the time to focus on the little things. It’s then you understand what this means to him, you allowing him to take care of you, this was for both of you. It would take a lot for him to admit that, he swore this was only for your own good. He’d chalk it up to you being careless and reckless, though he knows if he didn’t heal as quickly you’d be tending to his wounds like a mother hen every single mission.

As he opened up to you, growing distracted, you felt him knead into the width of your back a little rougher with his hand, right into a tender spot. Your wings thrashed upon the sensation, splashing water all outside the tub and all over the damp man. He practically growled at the sudden jostling of feathers, dropping the sprayer. The water spewed all over both of you. Logan’s jeans were already wet despite cuffing them at the ankles, but now they were practically a darker color from the wetness. His white shirt was now drenched completely too, you looked up at him laughing at him.

“That was on you. You know it’s sensitive there.”

Logan huffed a sigh, “I know,” he discarded his shirt, suddenly feeling overwhelmed by it clinging to his skin.

“Let’s try this again, just relax, okay?”

“It would be a lot easier if I could just lay back into this tub but I can’t.”

Logan adjusted the setting on the sprayer and continued aiming the warm water into the middle of your back. You sighed calmly. He softly spoke to you as he rubbed circles into your back instead of kneading, “better?”

“Much, much better,”

“I’m sorry the massage didn’t work,”

“It’s okay, you know how my wings are under your touch,”

He let out a low chuckle, smiling at you as he continued to rinse and softly rub your feathers clean.

You soothed one of your hands to hold his. You pecked a small kiss onto his hand. “We might have to do a massage another time, without water.”

Logan let out a small laugh through his nose, “I guess so, just let me know when.”

It was silent for a moment as he finished rinsing you. Finally when he was done, he assisted you in standing up, he placed a warm towel on your head and shook it to dry and fluff up your hair. When he took the towel away he saw your eyes looking at him adoringly.

“What’s that goofy look for birdbrain?”

“Thank you,”

“S’no big deal.”

“No,” you leaned closer to him, your bare wet legs pressing against his damp and taught jeans. You made sure your eyes had locked while you took both of your hands into his. You pecked a kiss onto his cheek ever so chaste. “Thank you, Logan.”

His face felt warm, he blinked in awe. You had been together for a while now and yet you still flustered him. As he turned around to return the gesture you were already headed out the room. Your wings shook erratically for a split second to rid the remaining water. Logan caught most of the extra splashing against his already dripping clothes, he didn’t mind it. He was just glad to be able to take care of you.

Even after looking at the flooded floor, he still had a grin on his face as he heard you leave.

“See ya later, feathers.”

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Transmasc 4 transmasc chubby reader x Otto Octavius where they celebrate readers first dose of T

Sorry this took so long to get together, and apologies it’s so short! Hope you enjoy!

T4T Otto Octavius x Trans Male!Reader

Acceptance

Featured/Warnings: Injection preparation but no actual depiction of the injection. Comfort/Fluff. Vague mentions of dysphoria/dysmorphia.

You felt like you’ve been waiting for this moment your whole life, finally you can transform into the best version of yourself. And yet as it comes time for the first injection, you find yourself nervous.

Luckily you don’t have to do this alone, though. Your partner, Otto Octavius sat across from you at the dining table watching your face scan over the instructions mumbling the words to yourself for the umpteenth time.

“You can do this, I believe in you,”

You gave a breathless smile as you looked up at him, his thick brows were raised softly, his eyes displayed a deep understanding of your feelings, for once he was in the same shoes, though he hadn’t the chance of having a friend by his side.

Your fingers twitched as they felt for the syringe. You were excited enough to have already shed the plastic wrapping around the item, but that washed away once you fully registered the extra components of the kit. It was all too much for you.

“Thank you for being here for me, I don’t think I could do this alone.”

“You don’t have to thank me, I’m just being here for the one I care about.”

“I- actually may not be able to do this on my own.” You gesture towards the scattered pieces of the kit on the table.”

“Ah,” Otto began to stand up, using the table as leverage, “are you sure, I know you said you wanted to do the first one—“

“I don’t wanna mess it up, I think you should do it, it’ll mean more that way.”

Otto nodded as he walked over towards you, “I can do it for you, dear.” Otto slid the kit closer to him on the table with his fingers. “I apologize for your nervousness, I understand. I was scared of my first shot too.”

You watched him prepare the syringe pushing the needle into the vial and turning it upside down. People get injections all the time for various needs, it was normal. But seeing Otto’s focused composure as he examined the filled syringe made him look like a professional mad scientist. Well, he technically was, but it made your heart do flips seeing him in his element.

Otto brought himself to his knees, giving a small grunt as he made himself comfortable on the floor. He laid his hand on your plump thigh, his other hand positioning the syringe. Your breath caught in itself for a moment. As you held onto the table with one hand, the other on his shoulder to brace yourself, he coaxed your attention to him, “Just don’t think about it, look into my eyes,” you followed his instruction, gazing into his deep brown eyes.

“I am so proud of you. Through all of your hardships you made it to this point, this is what you’ve worked so hard for and it’s finally happening. I can’t wait to see you blossom into the truest and most beautiful version of yourself.”

Your lip quivered the most genuine of smiles as tears of revere escaped your eyes.

“.. And we’re done! First one!”

You’re brought back into reality upon hearing his declaration combined with the cold of the cleansing wipe swiping down your thick thigh. He gave your knee a soft kiss before adjusting himself to stand up again. While bracing himself up, your faces meet. Your hand holding onto the table mimicked itself with your other hand that was still on his shoulder. You lean forward, connecting your lips with his. The sudden rush of energy from the first injection intertwined with your pure adoration of Otto was almost overwhelming. You couldn’t help but grin into the kiss. You pulled away sighing, “I love you,”

“As I, you”

As he stood up, groaning from the stiffness of his bones, he reached a hand out to you instantly, locking your fingers together.

“Would you like to dance?”

“Absolutely, my love.”

Otto sweeps you away swiftly, twirling you. You wrap your arms around his neck, his arms wrapping around your curvy accentuated waist as you dance and laugh the night away. The entire night you find yourself lost in his gaze. Never did you think you’d find someone who could love you for you; Someone who could accept and appreciate your body, seeing it as a work of pure art. Often in times of dysphoria and dysmorphia he’d offer you comfort and praise. It amazed you how confident this man was in his own skin, despite his hang ups. Otto had told you how long it took him to accept himself, how long it took him to be able to walk around shirtless. He knew there was stigma around guys like you and him showing off your bodies, and yet he didn’t care. He strutted proudly with his chest exposed. You wished one day you could get to that point of poise, and you were sure with the help of your testosterone dosage that it would accelerate the process. He was everything you wished you could be sometimes, it still flabbergasted you how a man like him would want to be with you. But it was times like this you understood, he was a different kind of man who had spent his life confused and ridiculed just like you. You both have spent your lives proving your right to existence to the world, so when you were with each other you didn’t have to prove anything, you just had to exist in one another’s arms.

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omg hi?? i notice theres no like wwdits x male reader and youre the first one i see that has it and will write for it!! im so excited lmao i will spam your inbox <3 teehee much love

omg yes! please send away! we need more of these gay vampires for the irl gay vampires

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We’re getting more fanfiction, right?

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THIS

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Loki Goes to The Lobby

Loki x Movie Theatre Employee M!Reader

Summary: AU where the MCU has its own release of “Avengers” in 2022. Y/N meets Loki during opening night.

Author’s Note: Loki is written as genderfluid and referred to as he/they. This is the first chapter to a possible series and I plan to further explore Loki’s flexible pronouns.

Chapter 1: Opening Night

It was chaotic. People loved superhero movies, and everytime one was released the first few days the theatres were packed like sardines, lines out the door. Today was one of those days. The new “Avengers” movie was premiering at your small town theatre, and it had brought out almost everyone in the town. The movie was based on the true events of the 2012 Battle of New York, in honor of the 10th year anniversary of said battle. If you could call it honor. You kind of hated the fact that this company was glorifying the real trauma of citizens and the Avengers themselves. You’d think the company would have consulted the Avengers and let themselves tell their stories.

It was whatever though, people loved the Avengers and they’d enjoy whatever shlock was thrown on the big screen. It was already really loud but this one moment the doors opened and a cacophony of excitement spread amongst the customers in line. In between orders you tried to crane your head to see what all the fuss was about, but to no avail the crowd was too big of a swarm. The loudness eventually died down as customers made their way to their auditoriums. Finally you saw what was causing the ruckus. The actual Avengers in your small town theatre. Just your luck they were in your line. Thor, the massive God of Thunder, himself strutted up to your register. His deep voice practically boomed like the thunder he conjured.

“Alright, I’ll have 3 of your largest popcorns extra butter all throughout, 4 large sodas, 2 sprites and 2 lemonades, a cherry freeze thingy, and uh.. that’s it for me,” he turns slightly to his fellow warriors, “and what do you all want?” He chuckles heartily as they laugh with him, you notice his infamous brother is along with them, Loki.

Loki looked clearly annoyed by the cheerful bunch of friends, despite looking annoyed you note he also looks quite handsome in casual clothes, or well what you assume is casual for him. He wore a black leather jacket, black long sleeve v-neck and tight black leather pants, to top it all off he had some glimmers of gold jewelry and a thin forest green scarf hanging on his neck. As much as people hated him, they had to admit the androgynous man had some fashion sense.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what brings you all here to our lil’ theatre?”

Steve chimes in, “Well Bruce and I aren’t big fans of crowds, so we figured we’d make a bit of a drive to somewhere quaint but, I guess this movie is popular everywhere.”

You shrug, while continuing to prepare their order, “yeah I guess so, people just seem to love heroes, and all y’all.” You notice Loki’s uncomfortableness with the statement. You lean a bit on the counter while handing the heroes their drinks, “which of the order is yours, Loki?”

He looked at you confused, you must’ve been the only person to talk to him that night besides the Avengers. He clears his throat, “I don’t want anything,”

“Ah, come on, it’s a long movie.”

“I don’t even want to see this movie.. Do you have water?”

“Yeah!”

“I’ll have a water, then”

“Okay, I’ll add it on the order,”

Thor snorts, elbowing his brother, “oh come on live a little, do you have mead?”

“No, we’re not that type of theatre” you laugh while grabbing the water for Loki out of its fridge.

When you return to your register you hand the water to Loki, your fingers brush against his as he takes the bottled water into his hand. You feel your heart jitter from the slight touch. You hope and pray they don’t see your nervousness.

It felt like it was longer than a minute but the moment went away as quick as it came, “thank you, dear,” he calmly said smiling.

You fumble to finish the long order, your co-workers grinning and chatting up respective avenger members. You notice, Tony handing big bills to your fellow employees, you hope once he pays he’ll give you a tip too, this job only pays so much after all. You attempt to chat up Loki but Captain Steve Rogers interrupts, “I see theatres still sell hot dogs!”

You look over at it, “yeah, you want one?”

“No, not for a movie.” Steve waves off the offer.

You and one of your co-workers laugh, “yeah you get it.. we- we have this joke that your life has to have gone pretty downhill to buy a hotdog at the movie theatre.”

Just then you see an awkward man with a five o clock shadow and purple button up sprinting to the counter, “oh good! You’re not finished ordering!” He got a little closer to the counter, you figured out who it was, Bruce Banner. You assumed he had hid out in the bathroom to avoid an anxiety attack. You’ve been there that’s for sure, so you understood. After steadying his breathing he points to the menu. “Can I have a hot dog and a uhm..water?” You notice his face and hair is kind of damp from what you assume was where he splashed his face with water to cool him down, you didn’t comment on it though.

You smile awkwardly exchanging a look with Steve who attempts to casually go stand away from Bruce so as not to laugh. You see Loki looking down at the floor trying not to laugh, another jitter to your heart. You look away from the raven haired God to remain composure.

“Yes of course, dude!” You walk over swiftly to catch his hot dog off the warm roller. Loki notices you fidgeting with the plastic gloves and you swear you see his tongue graze against the inside part of his lip as he softly laughs at your small frustration.

“Struggling?” He asks through a laugh.

“Yes! I hate these stupid gloves. They’re so awkward and I can’t grab anything!”

You see him wiggle his fingers a bit and the gloves suddenly aren’t complicated and fit nicely.

You look at the gloves and then to him, your brow arching, “thanks?” You continue preparing Bruce’s hot dog.

“Don’t mention it, hey, is that ice cream?”

“Yeah, you want some?”

“Maybe later,”

You hand the hot dog to Bruce, and continue ringing up orders. “A-Anything else for you guys?”

Natasha looks, “no I think we’re all good! Thank you all so much!”

“Aw no, thank you guys! Okay so, who’s paying?”

“That.” Tony walks up sliding a solid metal black card on the counter. “Would be me.”

You swipe the card, and begin to hand Tony the receipt and Natasha the tickets. “Can you sign here”

“Of course you want a autograph,”

“Uh no, I just need it cause the total was more than 100 dollars.”

“Right right right.”

Tony slides the tiny signed receipt to you with some large bills underneath. “That’s for you,”

“Wow, thank y’all so much, I hope you have a good night!”

They all thanked you one last time, and Bruce especially calmly speaks to you “Yet again, thanks for treating us like people and not.. some superstars.”

“It’s no biggie!” You lean a little on the counter to whisper to the awkward man, “by the way over by the arcade is a single bathroom so if you need to get away from people for a moment.. it’s right over there.”

He smiles breathlessly, “thanks!”

You watched as Loki left, and good god those pants accentuated everything, you called out to the group of heroes, “y’all enjoy your movie!“

You hear Loki instinctively respond “you too!” followed by Thor laughing and Loki calling back out “I mean!— ugh- Good night, Y/N!”

You laugh back at him, “good night, Loki!”

You smiled standing behind the counter at the finally empty lobby, you now could rest. Well, rest as much as you could with a smile beaming from such an amazing interaction with those Avengers. You felt your heart racing from the few words you shared with Loki. At first you were really intimidated by him but after he had the awkward ‘you too’ moment, you couldn’t help but feel maybe you intimidated him. You couldn’t stop smiling as you cleaned behind concessions.

One of your coworkers snickers at you, “you and Loki huh—“

“Oh what— oh yeah he, he was nice.”

“Next time he comes out you gotta ask him out.”

“What?! No way a guy like them would ever consider me worth their time.”

“Dude. He was so into you! You have to get their number.”

“I doubt he even has a phone but good idea!”

—

As the Avengers discussed how nice the staff was, Loki was silent. Loki walked past the theatre numbers, glancing at the movie posters. Natasha, while opening the door to their theatre said “that guy that rang us up was really sweet” Thor boisterously laughed at her statement, wrapping his arm around his brother’s shoulder shaking him in an accidental forceful way, “And Loki was quite sweet on him!”

Loki scoffed, loudly whispering while pushing Thor’s arm off of him “can you not announce it to the whole theatre!”

Clint interrupted, “it was pretty cool he talked to you, most people don’t.”

In a sarcastic tone, Bruce adds, “well they’re all probably still scared about the thing in New York”

Loki rolled his eyes and glared at Bruce, returning the sarcasm “you really think so, Bruce?”

They make it to their seats, and the movie begins. Halfway through the movie however, Loki gets tired of being reminded of one of his biggest regrets and decides to get some fresh air. The fresh air though was simply walking out of the theatre and back into the lobby. He did finish his water rather quickly, most likely drinking it during every awkward reminder of his past. He wanted to see that cute employee again, he really wondered why he spoke to him and treated him so nicely. And it wasn’t even a fake nice like he’s seen before it felt.. genuine.

“Hi, I'm back!”

“Ah, not enjoying the movie?”

“Not really no, that and I need another water.”

You grabbed another water bottle out of the fridge and turned back around to see Loki patting at his pockets, “Augh! I forgot to snatch Tony’s card!”

You giggle and scoot the water to him, “here it’s on the house,”

“Oh no, I couldn’t.”

“Please, I insist.”

“Ah well it seems you’ve convinced me.”

You laugh together for a moment, and he sighs sadly. It looks like something was bothering him. You press your luck and ask him what’s wrong. “You alright?”

“Yeah, no. Um. I’m just worried the movie will spark old feelings in people and I just. I get so tired of people hating me, like on one hand I mean I deserve it I guess after what I did but no one seems to recognize that I’ve gotten better! And I’ve helped the Avengers, and I’ve helped save the day countless times but all people can see me as this attempted dictator who tried to take over New York, and then Earth.”

“But you saved Asgard!.. Well, the citizens of Asgard! And-and You helped fight Thanos right? Didn’t you fool him into thinking you were dead, made a dramatic entrance while joining the fight in Wakanda, even got some real good damage in? I think it’s cool that you’re working on yourself, and it takes time you know?”

Loki nods, he attempts to change the subject but all he can think of is that movie. “Have.. have you seen it yet?”

“I’ve caught some of it! Not enough to really catch the plot but I think I know most of what happens,”

“Yeah..” Loki breathes softly, fiddling with the cap to his water bottle, “I did enjoy the casting choice for me though, Matt Damon is doing a great job!”

“I agree he was a pretty good choice for you, though I do have to say, he doesn’t compare to the real thing.” Loki’s eyebrows raise and you realize what you just said right to his face. “I— um, I just mean—“

“I’m glad you can see my superiority to Mr. Matt Damon.” You were grateful Loki didn’t get creeped out by your declaration of attraction. But Loki continued on with his statement, “He is quite handsome, but more so am I, and even much more, you.”

“You think I’m handsome?” You felt your cheeks get warmer, you knew he could see you blushing.

His beautiful grin said it all, he looked you up and down smirking while admiring your features, “I do, yes.”

Loki rested his elbow on the counter, looking elegant and cool all at once. “When do you get off work?”

“That. Is a good question,” you turn to face your manager who had been standing behind concessions listening while doing paperwork.

Your manager immediately answered you, offering to allow you to leave early with a subtle wink towards you.

“Why do you ask, sir?”

“The Avengers and I are going out for dinner after this, and I was wondering if you’d keep me company?”

“You want me to keep you company?”

“Yes, my darling.” You felt that same jitter in your heart as earlier, Loki really just referred to you as darling.

“You don’t have to. I just enjoy talking to you, that's all.”

You smile genuinely at him, “I enjoy talking to you too, Loki.”