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insaneasgardian · 3 years

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We’re Not Friends! ~ Thor Odinson

Summary: “We’re not friends”, something the Avengers have grown accustomed to hearing from Thor and Y/N, but this simply worded phrase doesn’t mean the pair are enemies either.

Ship: Thor x Reader maybe a platonic Natasha x Reader

A/N: This is a request by @jennie22feona. I AM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG! I really do apologize and I cannot even give you a good reason as to why this was stretched, but it’s out now, and I hope you like it! It’s not even that funny or good, oof, I feel so disappointed, I’m sorry!

Y/H/C = Your Hair Color

Y/F/S = Your Favorite Show

I AM SO DISAPPOINTED IN MYSELF

“Can you two NOT argue for an hour?!” Steve Rogers exclaimed exasperatedly, throwing his hands in the air. Thor and Y/N looked at each other with a little smirk that none of the other Avengers could quite read. “We’re not arguing,” the blonde and muscular Asgardian reasoned, “it’s just some playful teasing!”.

Steve shook his head, “Yes, well whatever it is, it’s the reason you two don’t work well on missions when paired together”. The others nodded, but Loki piped up, “Um- no actually, the reason they don’t work well when paired together is because they’re always making heart eyes at each other, they’re actua-” the trickster was cut off by Natasha who refused to hear the theory that her best friend who she treated like a little sister actually had the hots for the god of thunder.

“Why can’t you two just be friends?” she asked quietly. “WE’RE NOT FRIENDS!” the pair instantaneously yelled, startling poor Clint who sat right in between them. “Of course you’re not” Natasha mumbled, seemingly annoyed, but she was glad. She would rather prefer that Y/N rather not be Thor’s friend than be his lover, she was protective over the girl that way.

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“I told you that you shouldn’t draw attention to our hiding spot...” Y/N told Thor as she shot another of the enemy down. The mission was meant to be a stealthy one, but Thor had ‘accidentally’ summoned some lightning and alerted the many HYDRA agents of their presence. Thor struck an entire group of them with Stormbreaker before answering his colleague, “At least I’m getting this mission finished quicker”. The young woman rolled her eyes before taking out a batch of the enemy with nothing but a pocket knife.

“Learn to embrace your mistakes darling” Y/N said smugly

“Okay, come here so I can give you a hug” Thor retorted

And thus it began once again...

Tony turned to Sam temporarily retracting his ironman mask, “I’m telling you man, it’s not some basic playful teasing between those two, it’s full on sexual tension”. Agent Wilson stared at the bickering pair and nodded his head slowly, “I ship it” he announced to his mission partner. Tony chuckled, “Yea, well don’t let Nat hear ya saying that, you know how she secretly hopes Y/N remains eternally virgin and only makes time for her”.

With this little quip at the redheaded assassin, the falcon and ironman took to the skies, keeping close watch on the two lovebirds down below.

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“Thorrrrr, must you always make it rain?” groaned a very exasperated Y/N from the couch in the Avengers tower penthouse, staring gloomily outside the floor to ceiling windows.

“Y/NNNNNN, must you always complain?” The god of thunder retaliated, he stopped pacing and spun on his heel to look at the girl. “I can’t control the rain my love” he informed her. “That’s a lie” muttered Loki from his place next to the addressed woman.

Natasha huffed, “She’s not your love’ Thor” a slightly jealous and protective tone in her voice was evident. Loki opened his mouth to say something and Thor and Y/N glanced at each other, but they all stopped their actions when Pietro burst in through the door, “I agree, she is MY love!” he announced. Nat expressed her distaste for this very vividly.

Whilst the redhead tuned Pietro out, angry thunder clouds gathered in the sky and stormed so violently that the entire tower started to shudder. Bruce and Tony stumbled into the room through the elevator, “Take it easy Thor, I think I might lose it any moment now” The brunette doctor said through gritted teeth. The billionaire nodded avidly, “I don’t want to make another tower, I like this one!” he added. Thor promptly apologized and willed himself to calm down, but not before shooting Pietro a dirty look nobody could quite understand the reason behind.

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Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff stood on the second floor of the training room, onlooking Thor and Y/N who were sparring with each other. “You know some of the guys are saying their friendly jabs at each other may be something more,” Wanda expressed, pausing to take a sip of water, “like sexual tension” she ended.

Her spy companion rolled her eyes, “Those guys are idiots, there’s no way Thor and Y/N like each other, they’re always arguing” she firmly said, “Almost like an old married couple...” the Scarlett Witch truthfully stated, observing her two friends on the ground floor try to pin each other down.

Nat stayed silent, expressing no emotion perfectly just as she was trained to. However, young Miss Maximoff saw several different thoughts running through her head... literally. “Maybe it’s time to just accept they were meant for each other” she whispered softly.

The other woman clenched her jaw as she watched Thor pin his opponent down, only to be flipped over and onto his back by her. “No” she said, before turning and walking swiftly out the training room.

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“They’re actually not arguing for once” Bucky whispered to Clint. “And they’re actually getting along” he observed. Both of them were sitting at Tony’s bar area watching the god of thunder and the pretty Y/H/C haired agent watching Y/F/S together and laughing.

“About time” the voice of a certain witch remarked, Bucky and Clint turned to find the rest of their team watching the display in the common room. “What are you guys doing here?” the archer questioned and Vision was the one to respond, “We wanted to watch the rare event unfold,” he glanced nervously at Natasha, “and of course insure that it’s kept ‘PG’“. Loki shuffled nervously before speaking, “Perhaps now would be the appropriate time to tell you that-”

“Shhhh!” the group collectively shushed the god of mischief as they viewed Thor saying something inaudible to Y/N that caused her to turn a deep shade of pink. “What did he say?” Bruce asked, and Sam shrugged, “Complimented her hair or something?”.

Tony was about to suggest something else that wouldn’t be considered very child-friendly but just then, Pietro uttered out a choked and horrified gasp and directed everybody’s attention back to the two team members on the couch. Sitting there with the TV volume on full blast in the background, Y/N and Thor were kissing each other

Agent Romanoff of course would have none of it. “GET AWAY FROM EACH OTHER RIGHT THIS INSTANT!” She screamed at the top of her lungs, causing the Avengers around her to flinch, and the couple on the couch to break apart. Everybody froze, Nat looked like she actually wanted to cry, Thor and Y/N looked confused, and everybody else just stood there awkwardly.

Finally, Loki broke the silence and cleared his throat before stepping forward. He spoke again, but this time nobody interrupted him because they were glad for the awkward silence to fade. “This is what I wanted to tell you... these two have been a couple for 6 months”. Disbelieving gasps and sounds of shock echoed from the throats of the audience.

“Wait, did you guys not know? It’s not like we tried to hide it.” Y/N asked from her place on Thor’s lap. Everybody save for herself, her boyfriend and his brother shook their heads. “Oh” was all the young lady could manage. Silence settled over once again and this time Captain Rogers broke it.

“So all that arguing...” “Playful couple teasing” Thor clarified, everybody nodded in understanding now as they looked around at each other. The entire team then proceeded to look at the black widow, whom they expected to look extremely devastated. She did, but much to their surprise, she sighed and went to envelope Y/N in a big hug.

“That was unexpected” Pietro commented, “What, finding out Thor and Y/N are a thing or seeing Nat be seemingly okay with this?” Wanda asked him. The speedster scratched the back of his neck, “Uhhh... both?” his sister nodded in approval, “Both is good”.

Natasha pulled away from the hug, “I never thought the day would come, and honestly I wish it never did, but if your happy, I’m happy” she said, causing everybody to let out a loud ‘awww’. “You’re acting like my mom” her best friend giggled, smiling up at her.

“I just love you that much,” she responded before looking at Thor, “hurt her, and you’ll wish you stayed in Asgard for eternity. The Asgardian gulped, and looked terrified but nodded in understanding.

Then there was that damn silence... AGAIN

“So...” Y/N started, “Anyone else wanna make threats and hug me or are we done here?”

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winter-soldier-vibes · 4 years

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Avenger preferences: you self harm warning

Avenger preferences: You self harm

Word count: 3382

Warnings: self harm, depression

Steve Rogers/Captain America

Steve had been away on a mission for a few days now. He wasn’t due back for another couple of days. Your depression always got worse when he was away, mainly due to being alone. That coupled with anxiety awaiting his return - or rather if he would return - caused you to develop some unhealthy methods of coping. You were in the bathroom, knife in your hand, with blood running down your stomach. They were the easiest scars to hide.

You heard a door close. “(Y/N), I’m back!” you heard Steve call

Shit

You called back as evenly as you could, “Yeah, hun, I’ll just be a minute in here.” Steve put down his bags and stepped into the kitchen to get a glass of water. That’s when he saw something that puzzled him - one of the kitchen knives was missing from the set. And based on the open slot, he realized that it was the sharpest one.

He made his way to the bathroom you were in “Darling,” he started nervously, “Where’s the last knife to the kitchen set?”

Double shit.

“Uhh...I’m not sure Steve” you replied weakly, trying to clean up as quickly as you could.

There was a beat of silence as Steve stood outside and you held your breath. “(Y/N), I need you to open this door. Please.”

You closed your eyes and exhaled. Everything was cleaned except for the knife. Where were you supposed to hide that? Realizing you didn’t have an option, you walk over to the door and open it to see a very disheveled and tired Steve. He must have come straight to you when he got back. Looking behind you he saw the knife, and straightened up, looking you up and down. He was checking for where your injuries were.

“I’m sorry Steve,” you said, lifting your shirt. After a few seconds, he wrapped you in a hug and said “It’s okay. We’ll get through this together.”

Tony Stark

You didn’t exactly feel the need to worry about Tony finding out. He was always in one of 3 places: out saving the world as Iron Man, throwing a party, or in his lab. So he never really noticed when you started wearing long sleeves or when you began flashing fake smiles. He was always busy with something more important.

You were self harming almost every night, and it was mostly on your arms. You did it at night because Tony thought you were sleeping, and was in his lab. Little did he know you had other things in mind for when the sun went down

But one day, you were talking to him while in his lab. You had picked up some of the science-y knowledge that Tony knew, and were vaguely familiar with all of the random things he said to himself. He found it cute how you would try to help, and he’d let you

“Hey, can you hand me that wrench over there?” he asked you.

“Sure thing,” you replied and walked over to grab it. You went to hand it to him but when you did, you didn’t notice how your sleeve had begun to inch it’s way up your wrist.

“Thanks babe,” he said, then did a double take. “Uh, babe...what’s that?” he asked. You immediately realized that your sleeve had rolled up and he had seen some of your cuts. You tugged it down and crossed your arms, chuckling lightly. “It’s nothing Tony, don’t worry about it.”

He dropped the wrench and made his way over to you, grabbing your arm and tugging up your sleeve to reveal scars and scabs in neat lines all over your wrist and forearm. He gasped and looked you hard in the eyes, gesturing to your arms. “This is nothing? Because it looks like you're slicing your arm open. Please, tell me I’m wrong. And don’t try to blame a cat because there isn’t one in this building.”

You looked away in shame. You knew he was just trying to lighten the mood but it still stung a little. “Look, I’m sorry. I just get depressed sometimes and this helps. I can’t explain it.”

He let out a laugh. “So when you’re in pain, you cause yourself more pain to deal with it?” he deadpanned.

“Tony,” you finally looked him in the eyes and he got more serious when he saw how in pain you were. “I don’t know how to explain it. It just helps.”

“Well can I try and help?” A baffled expression crossed your face, and he mocked being offended. “Wow, (Y/N), yes I, Tony Stark, can help people when I want to.” which caused you both to laugh. “I’ll take that as a yes”

Natasha Romanoff

You were training one morning (make that EARLY morning) with Nat and were working on your hand-to-hand combat. Nat being Nat, she was easily beating your ass, thoroughly tiring you out. You went to land a punch and she grabbed your arm and flipped you.

You groaned in pain and made no moves to get up, thinking that you earned yourself a small break. Trying to catch your breath, you didn’t notice that when she had flipped you, your shirt had ridden up, revealing your secrets.

Natasha looked at you with a confused glance. I don’t remember her ever saying anything about this. She doesn’t even seem depressed or remotely sad. “Hey, (Y/N)? What are those marks on your sides?”

You bolted up and turned around, tugging your shirt down and cursing yourself for slipping up. You fumbled through possible excuses in your head, finally settling on “I got them on a mission.”

You turn around to see an unconvinced Natasha. She questioned “Really? Because you haven’t been on a mission for over a week now and these,” she lifted up your shirt again, “can’t be more than a few days old. So i’ll let you try again - where did you get these marks from?”

You sighed and raised your hands in defeat. “Fine, Nat, you win. I did it. I hate myself and I cut myself most nights because of how fucked up I am. Happy?”

Natasha was taken aback. I mean, she knew what the marks were but she didn’t realize how you felt about yourself. “Hey, I never said you were fucked up, (Y/N). No one thinks that. You don’t have to either.”

Tears started forming in your eyes. “I’m sorry.” you said.

Natasha came over to hug you. Don’t worry about it. Just don’t let it happen again or I will have no choice but to fight you for trying to hurt my friend.”

Thor Odinson

You wanted to tell him, you really did, but you knew he wouldn’t understand. Not in the normal “you-don't-get-it” understanding that most people have on Earth, but quite literally wouldn’t know anything about it. He was Asgardian, after all.

So you didn’t you kept your self harm to non-obvious places. Places that were easy to hide or explain. Shoulder, back, stomach, thighs...that kind of thing.

Thor always knew that something was bothering you but he decided not to push it and to wait for you to open up to him. Until one night he walked in on you wearing a tank top. You had always worn some kind of sleeves around him, but baring your shoulders gave him a clear view of the cuts across both of them.

“Lady (Y/N), What has happened?!” he exclaimed. “You’re hurt!”

You turned around, mortified at what was happening right now. This could NOT be happening. “Look, I can explain -”

“Do that later. Right now we have to get you to Banner. He can -” “NO!” you screamed, and Thor for a second looked scared. “My lady, what do you mean? You’re injured. At least tell me who’s done this to you.” At this you chuckled and shook your head. “I did, Thor. It’s just something I do.” He looked at you questioningly. “I didn’t tell you because I knew you wouldn’t understand. This isn’t a problem on Asgard. When I feel trapped in my mind, I hurt myself to distract myself. Physical pain for me, is easier than emotional pain.”

He approaches you and cups your face in your hands. “You are right, fair maiden. I know not what you speak of, this is all new to me. But hear me when I say that I will do anything to help you. I love you.”

Bruce Banner

You and Bruce were always pretty open about topics like depression. He struggles with it too, a lot of it was behind him but it still flared up every now and then. But you never quite told him everything - you never told him about the cutting. Or about the suicidal ideation. You knew he’d understand, you just didn’t want the conversation to end with him freaking out and turning into the Other Guy.

And so you would talk about the emptiness you felt, but you would leave it there. You hoped he wouldn’t notice. But every now and then he would pick up on different things.

When you bumped into objects, you always seemed to wince in pain before resuming your usual appearance. When he would move to hug you, you would stiffen up as if you were afraid. And he never caught you in anything but long sleeves - which was concerning considering it was the dead of July.

And he would ask about these things. He could tell there was something you didn’t want to tell him, but he would drop it, not wanting to push.

But one night, he woke up to use the bathroom to find it closed and locked with you inside. And he heard you crying. He knocked on the door and immediately you stopped. “Wanna talk about it?” he asked behind the wood.

On the other side you were curled up in a ball leaning against the bathtub, blood now dried on your stomach. “Bruce, it’s like, 2 AM, shouldn’t you be sleeping?”

“Shouldn’t you?” he retorted. You sighed. “Besides, I kind of need to use the bathroom so I’d greatly appreciate you opening the door.”

“Shit…” you cursed softly. But Bruce had heard you, which only caused him to worry further. “You sure you’re okay (Y/N)?” he asked. “Y-yeah…” you responded, trying your best to clean up as quietly as possible. “Just give me a sec.”

A minute or so later you opened the door and smiled softly at him, which he returned. He could see the dried tear tracks on your face but decided to leave it for now. But when he went to hug you, you hissed in pain.

He pulled back, worried that he had hurt you. “What’s wrong? What did I do?” You shook your head. “Nothing you did wrong, Bruce.” He looked you straight in the eye. “(Y/N), seriously...what’s going on? I’m not backing down this time.” You sighed in defeat and looked away, which told him what he needed to know. Gently, he lifted up your shirt to see the newest cuts among older ones, ranging forms days to months old. “Oh (Y/N)...Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I’m sorry. I just didn’t want you to freak out or leave me.”

He looked at you and shook his head. “You know I’ve had issues with depression too. I understand this kind of thing. Look. “ he lifted his sleeve to reveal faded marks on his wrists. “I tried to get rid of the Other Guy. to forget him. But he’s not going anywhere. And neither am I.”

Peter Parker

You went to school with Peter and were really good friends with him. You loved his science puns and T-shirts with jokes on them. He loved how you understood him and shared a love for science. You two would often geek out together.

One night, you were bother studying, and you felt an itch. The itch. You needed to do it, you needed to cut. You didn’t know why, there was no trigger. It was just something that needed to be done, and fast.

You began itching at your wrist, hoping the stinging sensation would help it to subside until you Peter left and you could do it in peace. After a few minutes you realized that scratching wouldn't help enough and you needed a blade instead of your nails. You lifted the book from your lap and stood up. “Be right back,” you said to Peter. He merely nodded in acknowledgement, too wrapped up in his chemistry to notice something was wrong

You had it all down to a few minutes. Slice, wash it, bandage, hide the blade, flush the bloody napkins. Which was exactly what you did and 3 minutes later you were back in your room with Peter

But little did you know that this time, you cut a little deeper and were bleeding a little bit more. And the blood had seeped through the bandage and was beginning to spot your sleeve. Neither of you noticed at first. But when Peter went to ask you a question, his eyes stopped on your sleeve. “(Y/N), is that...Is that blood on your sleeve?”

You looked down and quickly clasped a hand over it. Shit this can’t be happening. “Uhh…”

Peter looked you in the eye, worry etched on his features. “What’s going on right now? Why is there blood on your sleeve?”

“It’s nothing Peter-”

“”Then let me see your arm.” He held out his hand. You looked between his eyes and his hand. “What? No, I said it’s nothing.” “If it’s nothing then let me see for myself. Why don’t you want me to see it?” He questioned. “Because I said, it’s not a big deal.”

“Dammit (Y/N).” He started as he moved to sit next to you. He pulled back your sleeve despite your protests and froze when he saw the bandage completely soaked through with blood. When he peeled back the bandage, his face went white as he realized what was going on.

He held you in a bone crushing hug, and you had a little trouble breathing. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked as his voice wavered. “I dunno, I didn’t know what to say.” He held you a little tighter. “Well I’m here for you now.”

Bucky Barnes

You felt inadequate. Like you didn’t deserve anything you had, especially not your boyfriend, Bucky. Sure, he had some rough days as the Winter Soldier, but he remembered now. He was the sweet, caring, and protective man you were dating. He still had nightmares most nights, and you would talk him down from the panic that was evident in his eyes. You calmed each other down.

But something that you had never told Bucky about was your own past. You never really liked to talk about it with anyone. You fought a long battle with depression and self harm years before the Avengers were even a thing. But as you came to work for the team, things improved. You stopped self harming and you didn’t feel numb all the time. But you still had reminders of your struggles all over your body.

But one night, as you were getting ready for bed, you caught Bucky staring at his left arm, running his flesh hand over where the skin met metal. “Hey there,” you said. “Something wrong?”

He looked up at you with pain in his eyes. He just shook his head and said, “Nothing really. I just...I hate this arm. Every time I look at it I see all the things that I did, all the people I hurt. I don’t know. There’s just no escaping it.”

You looked down and nodded. “I get that. I know what that feels like,” you said as you met his gaze again.

He gave a forced smile and asked, “No offense, Doll, but how could you understand?” You sighed to yourself. This was it. You were wearing a sports bra under your shirt, so you removed your shirt, revealing all the scars that adorned your body. You watched as Bucky’s jaw dropped slightly, taking you in. “I did this to myself, years ago, and even thoughI don’t do it anymore, I remember every single one of them. And I'm reminded of that anytime I see myself.”

He got up from the bed and made his way over to you, hand hovering over you, afraid that if he touched you you might break. You meet his gaze again. “I don’t do it anymore, Buck. I feel a lot better now. But i do understand what you mean.”

He smiled back at you. “I know you do, doll. I love you so much.”

Clint Barton

You were in the shooting range with Hawkeye himself, giving you tips on how to shoot an arrow. You were very grateful for the help, and Clint was just happy that someone finally showed interest in archery besides him.

He stood in front of you, giving you tips on how to adjust your form to have more control of the shot. As you were drawing back arrows, though, the sleeves of your windbreaker were riding up, revealing some angry red lines on your wrist.

He noticed, but decided not to say something immediately. Later on when you guys were packing up, he decided to bring it up. “Are you feeling okay (Y/N)?”

You chuckled back at him. “Clint, I just killed it with the bow and arrow. Yes, I’m feeling just fine.”

“What happened to your wrist?”

Your smile faltered. Surely he hadn’t seen..?

“ (Y/N), What’s going on?” he asked.

You crossed your arms in front of you and shrugged. “I don’t know. It just helps when my emotions are out of control. It’s one of the only things that makes me feel good.”

Clint lifted your chin to look you in the eyes. “You can’t keep doing this to yourself. Maybe I can help you. And if anyone causes you to feel bad about themselves, let me know so I can shoot them.” he said with a wink

Sam Wilson.

You had a lot of guilt that had eaten away at you over the course of your life. Your parent’s divorce, making other people angry...but most importantly your mental health. Years of self doubt had taken a heavy toll on you, and you had gotten to the point where you thought everything was your fault. That you messed up. And that you had to fix it.

And for you, fixing it meant causing yourself pain in whatever way you could. And most of the time you wouldn’t take care of the wound afterwards, which leads to some nasty infections.

Sam, having led a group that got together to discuss moving past guilt, recognized almost immediately that you held a lot of it, and that you blame yourself for it. One day, he decided to approach you about it.

“(Y/N), are you okay?” when you gave him a confused expression he continued, “I don’t know...you just blame yourself for anything possible even though you had nothing to do about it. Why do you think everything is your fault?

You shrugged, averting your gaze. “Dunno, Sammy. It always was my fault. And I deserve to be punished for it. That way something is being done about it.”

Now it was Sam’s time to be confused. “What do you mean (Y/N?)”

You pulled back your sleeves enough to let Sam see what you would do to yourself every night, and his expression saddened as he looked you in the eye again, you were now crying. “Everything is always my fault.”

He moved to hug you. “Hey now,” he started. “None of this is your fault. I don’t know what happened or what someone said to you, but I am telling you this: It is so totally not your fault.” You continued to cry. “Do you want to talk about it?” you nodded at him.he held you a little tighter

“Where do you want to start?”

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simsadventures · 4 years

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Drunk

Summary: You and Thor have been friends ever since he joined the team. Although your slight (read enormous) crush on him, you never wanted to take it that far. What happens when you two get drunk, again?

Warnings: alcohol abuse (nothing crazy though), drunk Thor, smut (MUST BE 18+ TO READ THIS, warnings are put before and after the smut part, so that those of you who don’t want to or can’t read smut can read the rest of the story comfortably), swearing, fluff

Pairing: Thor x Reader

Word Count: 3385

A/N: This is the last entry from my 200 Followers Celebration, the prompt being We can’t get drunk again, you know what happened last time. (it will be highlighted in the text) Hope whoever requested it will enjoy it, just as much as all of you guys. Feedback is everything, let me know what you guys thought. Also, this got little longer than I thought, hm…

Masterlist

The compound was quiet. You were laying in your room, reading your favourite sci-fi book The Moon King (I truly highly recommend that), sipping on your mint tea. Everyone from the team was on some sort of mission, but because you got little hurt the last time around, everyone thought it would be a good idea if you stayed behind just this once.

You protested, very loudly, but it was fruitless as Steve only looked at you sternly, his expression telling you that fighting your Captain’s direct orders was a big no-no. He said you should relax, read a nice book, and just be with yourself for once. But what he didn’t understand was that you didn’t want to alone. You wanted some kind of company, even if for only a few hours a day.

Your ribs were all ok, and if there weren’t the now green bruise between your 4th and 7th rib, you’d be as good as new. You rolled your eyes just remembering all the events of last night, when two different teams were sent to two separate missions, trying to settle some unrests around the planet. You let it slip your mind, and you dived back into the book.

You were so engrossed in the book that you didn’t even hear the door to your room opening. Despite knowing what happened next, you were drinking every single word in, and you were amazed by the plot when suddenly, a hand touched your shoulder.

You shrieked so loud you thought your throat would be forever sore, and you tried to fight the unknown attacker. Because you were sitting directly under the lamp, your vision in the dark was a little hazy, to say the least. You couldn’t really see who you were fighting, but because the person didn’t say anything, you were thinking some kind of burglar.

You tried to punch him, but his reflexes were faster than you expected, so the man caught your wrist. This infuriated you. Who did he think he was that he came into the Avenger compound and fought one of the Earth’s protectors. You relaxed your muscles, to tell the man that you were done fighting, and the second his grip on your wrist loosened, you pulled it harshly from him, jumped on the armchair you were previously sitting in and jumped on the guy’s back.

You squeezed your thighs tightly so that you’d cut his airflow, enough for him to maybe pass out so you’d have time to check the damage done in the building. What you didn’t expect was the guy to have almost supernatural strength, as he grabbed your waist, and pulled your off of him easily, right to his arms. You were prepared to slap him or kick him in his chin, but before you could do anything, he spoke up.

“Is that how you greet every one of the team, sweetheart, or do I get special treatment?”

You stopped mid-slap and blinked harshly against the darkness. And there he was, clear as day. Thor fucking Odinson.

You quickly jumped from his arms and started hitting his chest and arm. “Have you lost your fucking mind, you fucking moron? I thought someone came here to kill me, you dipshit!”

Thor laughed heartily, both from the things you were saying and from the murderous look you were giving him. “And don’t you think that maybe FRIDAY would let you know that something was going on? There are very few people on this planet who can go around her, sweetheart.”

“Oh, shove the sweetheart up your ass!” You hissed at him, and finally, let yourself relax. You fell backwards on the sofa, groaned and closed your eyes. You might have been a part of the Avengers, but you weren’t too used to getting attacked in your own home. Your hands were shaking slightly, and your breathing was still shallow, but you didn’t want to seem like a coward.

“Wait, you really got scared, Y/N?” Thor looked at you, genuine concern in his voice. He saw that you were trying to keep yourself in line, but your body was still shaking. “I didn’t mean to scare you, I thought you heard me but were ignoring me on purpose.”

“I know, I just… I was so into the book that I didn’t hear, that’s all. I think I need a drink, what do you say?” You smiled up at him. You were thrilled he came, even if you weren’t too appreciative of the way he went around it. You and Thor have been close since he joined the team, you helped him adjust to Earth, and when he and Jane parted ways, you help him mend his broken heart. A lot of alcohol and fast food was the way to do it.

Somewhere during that time, you fell for him, even though you knew you shouldn’t have. He was a part of the team, and, for the love of God, he was a literal God! You were a mere human with some enhanced skills. He looked like Greek God, and you were just you. There was no way in hell; this could go any further than a silly crush.

“I mean, we totally can have a drink or two, but we can’t get drunk again, you know what happened last time,” Thor smirked at you, and you just rolled your eyes at him. Of course, you knew what happened last time, but that was a one-time thing, and you were quite positive that you now had a better grip on yourself.

It was after a particularly dangerous and exhausting mission that you two thought it would be a good idea to sit down for a few drinks. Few drinks became few bottles, and before you knew it, you were dancing in your underwear on top of Tony’s bar, Thor cheering on you from under you. You then sang a shitload of karaoke and even recorded for some weird reason. Of course, you forgot that the footage existed, and it was only when Sam found it and showed it to the whole team you remember the stupidities you two were doing.

“I mean it, just a few drinks, Thor. What are you afraid of? It was my almost naked ass that the whole team had to watch, not yours.” You winked at him and marched towards your own hidden stash.

“Soooo, is it gonna be, vodka, gin, whiskey, or rum?” You grinned widely at him, and Thor just laughed at the number of bottles you had hidden there.

“I’d go with vodka, sweetheart. But just because I know you’re not gonna feel like hist tomorrow.”

“Well, my dear Thor, you ain’t gonna be feeling like shit either because you’re a freaking God and you’d need like a full truck to actually get wasted.”

He laughed and watched you pour the drinks.

After the third drink, you were, as usual when a little tipsy, more cuddly and touchy, which Thor would never in a million years complain about. He loved how you pressed your body against his, how he could feel the warmth coming from you radiating around him. He loved these quiet nights drinking with you, especially when the two of you were alone.

“You are quiet today, what’s on your mind?” You looked up at him through your lashes and placed your warm hand on his knee. Thor could hear his heart in his eyes, threatening to run out of his body if you continued to touch him.

“Just thinking about the last time we drank together, nothing serious.” He said mysteriously.

“And what about that? I mean, we’ve established that 9 drinks were my limit and you should keep an eye on me.” You smiled at him sweetly, still not seeing the point of getting back to the events of that night.

“Do you remember everything that happened, Y/N?” You frowned a little. You had certain blind spots in your memory from that night, but you just assumed it was more dancing and singing.

“Maybe not, what are you talking about? Did I do something even more inappropriate?”

“Nah, it doesn’t matter. Let’s talk about something else.”

But now, you were intrigued. “No, I wanna know what I did or said that you’re still keen on thinking and talking about it. So tell me, Thor.”

Your hands now left his body so that you could cross your arms, and Thor felt the loss of contact almost immediately. He just wanted to take your hand and put it back on him. Anywhere.

“You told me about your crush on me…” Thor whispered and you swore your heart stopped beating. YOU WHAT NOW!! You were always so careful not to let it slip, not knowing that you already had and that he’s known for months now. The carpet was suddenly the most interesting thing on the whole damn world.

“I didn’t- I mean I- I just-“ you tried to get at least some excuse out of your mouth, but nothing seemed believable enough. Not to say that the alcohol in your system was probably not helping you at the moment. You couldn’t look him in the eyes, not now, not ever. This was the worst thing that could’ve happen to you. Your mind was racing, but then you felt a hot palm on your knee.

You reluctantly looked up, and saw Thor, beaming like a ray of sunshine. “I have a crush on you too, for the longest time, my love. But I never thought you’d be interested. But then you said all those things and danced like a fairy at the bar, and I thought that I could finally confess how I felt. But you didn’t remember anything about it the next morning. And I couldn’t bring myself to let you know I knew… I wanted you to tell me sober, and again, you know so that I could be sure you actually meant it.”

The look on your face must have been priceless. So many emotions were crossing it that you yourself couldn’t keep up with speed. You were all confused, little ashamed, totally ecstatic, and utterly dumbfounded. “Wait… so what you’re saying, is that you like me too? As like like? Or like, like like?”

“I have to idea what is the difference between the two option you’ve just given me, but I like you more than a friend. I like you the way a man likes a woman, in an intimate way.”

“Like… how intimate are we talking about?” Ok, now this was definitely the vodka talking, but you kinda had to ask? You wanted to be sure he didn’t want to continue just walking around each other.

Thor smirked, and the hand residing on your knee was suddenly much higher on your thigh. He squeezed it lightly and shifted, so there was no space between the two of you on the sofa. “I think you know very well how intimate we’re talking about. But don’t you dare to believe that I only for your body, or what it can give me. I want all of you, Y/N. Please, let me be here for you, whatever you need.

Your brain stopped working the second, he shifted his hand so you could just nod, and hope for the best. But he wasn’t satisfied with that. “I need to hear you say it, sweetheart. I don’t want to do anything you’re not comfortable with. If you tell me to just cuddle you the whole night, I’d be more than happy to do that. But I need you to actually use your magical voice and tell me what it is that you want.”

“I want you, Thor. I’ve wanted you for so long, that even though cuddling sounds amazing, I think we can postpone that a little. I want you to make love to me, Thor.”

Warning: smut starting

And that was all it took for him to quickly stand up, pulled you up as well, and kiss you with so much fervour it almost took your breath away. He explored your mouth with his tongue, trying to conquer every part of it and dominate you in the way no man ever could, or ever will be able to. Thor planned on keeping you forever. No man could see his beautiful dove all flushed and horny, the way she was at the moment.

Your hands, even though at first tightly intertwined in his blond locks, started to wander across his body. You wanted to explore every inch and worship it. It was finally happening, and you wanted to give it all you had. You caressed his cheeks, continued down to his neck, and then even lower towards his chest, which you scratched a little through the fabric of his t-shirt. When you reached his abdomen, you could feel his muscles contracting under your touch, and couldn’t help but smirk into the passionate kiss. You had an effect on this handsome, perfect God. Your self-confidence rose with every second.

It wasn’t until you reached the now prominent bulge in his pants, that Thor pulled away from you a little, to draw in a ragged breath. When he looked back at you, his pupils were lust-blown, and his brows were furrowed a little. It was the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen. And you couldn’t wait for more.

You wanted to pull his pants down, but Thor stopped you mid-movement. “Let’s go to your bedroom, dove. I can’t make love to you on this sofa!” With that, he grabbed your ass, squeezed it just for the fun of it, and picked you up. You immediately slithered your legs around his waist and started kissing down his neck. You stopped on his pulse point, which seemed to be an especially sensitive place for him because he all but shuddered when you reached it. Bingo, you thought.

You sucked a little hickey there, just to see him sporting it for the rest of the night, knowing that it was you who did that. He reached your bedroom in no time, kicked the door closed, and threw you onto the bed. He started shedding his clothes, one item after the other. You were mesmerised by his chiselled chest and his thick thighs. You needed to feel his skin on yours.

You followed his suit, and quickly got rid of your shirt and sweatpants, so you were left in your sports bra and panties, just like Thor was only left in his boxer-briefs.

His eyes roamed your body, and even though you didn’t think it was possible, his eyes darkened even more. You were a little ashamed that you weren’t wearing some sexy lingerie like those girls in the movies, but you really didn’t plan on having sex with God when you were dressing that day. Your only relief was that you shaved the night before.

Thor, however, didn’t seem to mind your attire, as he stalked towards you and on top of you, wedging his body between your legs so that he could comfortably hold you with one arm, while the other was supporting his weight. His kissed you again, but this one was much shorter than those in the other room. He soon started trailing kisses down your jaw and neck, getting to your cleavage. You wanted to pull the bra from your body, but Thor stopped you. “Leave it on, for now.” He whispered huskily and only pulled it up from your breasts.

The rolled bra made them even perkier than they usually were, and Thor seemed to enjoy that immensely. He sucked on one and then the other, to make sure each of them was treated fairly. He didn’t even touch you where you needed him most, and you felt you were completely soaking your panties.

Thor released your left nipple from his mouth with a pop and continued his exploration. His kissed down your navel and your lower belly, before he stopped, right above the hem of your panties.

“You can still say no, sweetheart.” You just looked at him and saw that he genuinely meant what he was saying. You smiled lightly and shook your head. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for too long, Thor, please. Take me, I’m yours.”

You didn’t need to say more, as Thor ripped the panties off of your body in one movement, and let his hands pull your legs apart, revealing your already glistening and puffy pussy. Thor groaned, and if it was possible, he got harder just by looking at you. He felt like a teenager, ready to bust his nut any moment from seeing a pussy for the first time. But he wanted to give you all the pleasure in the world, so his own thoughts could wait.

He didn’t waste any time. He delved headfirst into your warmth, his tongue licking a long strip through your folds. He moaned at the taste of you, and you were a goner. Your body was writhing and shaking already, and he only just started touching you. He dived in, licking and sucking, sometimes coming up for air, and giving the much-needed attention to your clit. You could feel the familiar heat building up in your stomach, and Thor could probably tell that you were close as well, because he suddenly stopped.

You growled at him, and he kissed the inside of your thigh apologetically. “I want you to have the strongest orgasm of your life, love, and for it to be on my cock. I swear it will be worth it.”

He didn’t waste much time after that. He lined his now throbbing cock with your entrance, and looked at your face, searching for any hints of uneasiness or uncertainty. But all he found was utter devotion, and he couldn’t wait any longer.

He filled you in one go, his dick cheating itself to the hilt in your warmth. You both groaned in unison at the feeling. “You’re so tight, Y/N, God!” Thor growled to your ear, and the sound coming from his mouth made your pussy clench his dick tightly. He groaned once again.

“Don’t do that to me! If you keep doing it, I won’t last!”

“Then don’t! We’ve been waiting long enough, don’t you think?” He smirked at you devilishly and kissed you passionately. “As you wish, my queen.”

His thrust became relentless. You wanted to meet his thrusts, but all you could do was to lay there, and take all Thor had to give you. Even without changing angles or positions, you could feel the heat coming again, and this time, there was no way in hell you’d be denied.

You put your legs on Thor’s small back, pushing him deeper in you, and when you felt him twitch inside you involuntarily, the coil in you snapped.

You came with a wail of his name on your lips, your pussy clenching him like a vice. Just the sight of you made Thor’s dick twitch with excitement, so he knew he wouldn’t be able to last long once inside your velvet walls. But he honestly didn’t expect it to take mere minutes before you both came.

Thor grunted, his thrust becoming more erratic, and you could finally feel his seed painting your walls. You sighed happily. This moment was all you ever dreamt of and more. Thor rolled off of you but took you with him, so you were now tucked under his arm, while both of you tried to catch your breaths.

Warning ending

“I’m such an idiot, my love,” Thor whispered to your hair. You looked at him confused, and little scared to be honest because the darkest thought crept into your mind. “I mean, I could’ve had you all this time, but because I’m a stubborn ass of a man, I kept it all to myself. I’ll make it up to you, Y/N, I promise.”

You laughed heartily, your fears flowing away with your laughter. “We’re both idiots, Thor. Let’s just agree that we will be honest with each other from now on, ok?”

Thor nodded his head and kissed your forehead lovingly. This was precisely the place he wanted to be, and there was no way in hell he was giving this up.

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Fresh Start: Part 3

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Cop!Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Swearing.

Word Count: 4,168

A/N: Got the idea for this one while watching ‘The Town’.

Part 1 / Part 2

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You walked into court for the second time from a heavily guarded back room, ten times more terrified than the last time. This time, you had large, dark sunglasses on your face in a vane attempt to cover the bruise and patched up cuts on the right side of your face and a scarf over your head to cover what the sunglasses couldn’t. You knew you wouldn’t be able to keep them on in the court room, but you were still going to hold as much of your dignity as you could.

“Ms. Odinson. How are you today?” Nick Fury, who had been Thor… and at one point, your lawyer, asked after you had been sworn in again.

“I’m fine.” You said with a nod over the judge asking you to remove your glasses and scarf. You took a deep breath and kept your eyes strictly on Tony this time as a woman in the jury box gasped at the sight of your cheek. You could almost see your brother’s smirk out of the corner of your eye as he sat back in his chair, causing the chains of the shackles he was being forced to wear for attacking you to rattle. So you simply sat up a little straighter and looked up at Nick.

“I just have a few questions for you today.” Nick started in as he purposely moved directly between you and Tony to mess with your mind. “What time did Jack show up at your place for dinner?”

“It wasn’t my place.” You said with a shake of your head. “I lived in a small apartment with no real kitchen at that time in my life. We were at my broth’a’s house. I serve supp’a at 6:30 every Sunday. I would say he arrived five minutes before that.”

“And what time did my client allegedly shoot one of his dearest friends?”

“I didn’t look at a clock, suh… but I would guess it would have been about seven…”

“What else did you talk about that night?” He asked quickly. “Besides the alleged bank robberies you claimed he orchestrated and the supposed drug deals. What did you talk about?” You startled the slightest bit and actually looked over your brother since you had never been asked that question before.

“Well it started with my sauce recipe. See, I use ground sausage in the sauce when I cook it and then more sausage in the lasagne. Can’t use too much extra seasonings either; get enough of it in the sausage. It’s all about practice and timing…”

“What else?” Fury asked, almost cutting you off in an attempt to trip you up.

“Well, we talked about a painting that I had put up over the stove. Ain’t nothing special. It was just something I found at a thrift store for a nickel. He told me his sister painted and I asked…”

“What else?” Fury interrupted again. You huffed but took a deep breath immediately after, not appreciating the way this man was speaking to you but knowing he was doing just to get you riled up.

“That’s all.” You said shortly as you wrapped your scarf around your hand. “Thor got aggravated and started talking business so I shut up.”

“When you originally spoke to the police.” Fury said as he walked back over to his table to grab your original statement. “You told them that Jack stayed for dinner, and after dinner, you cleaned up, and went home. Is that right?”

“That is what I said, yes. But…”

“You also said the last time we saw you that you supposedly lied out of fear, correct?”

“Rightfully so.” You said as you gestured to your face.

“Your honor, can you instruct the witness to answer yes or no only, please?” You took another deep breath as the judge repeated the instructions to you. You looked straight forward and found Bucky, who had slipped into the back of the gallery. He gave you a short nod and pulled his leather jacket to the side to show a screen printed black shirt with Jessica’s photo on it, making a small smile pull at the corner of your lips.

“Yes.” You said to the repeated question as you looked back over at Nick.

“Were you arrested in 2013 for possession of narcotics?”

“Objection!”

“Goes to character.” Fury said as he pretended to study the papers in his hand as if they were the most important documents in the history of the world.

“Overruled.” The judge sighed.

“Yes, I was.” You said with a nod as you finally glanced at your brother, who looked so smug it was almost disgusting. It was the look he used to give you when he knew he was winning at any games you played.

“And you plead not guilty?”

“Correct.”

“So you lied again there, correct?” You felt your teeth grind together as you tightened your grip on your scarf.

“Situationally…”

“Your honor!”

“Yes!” You said a little loudly before swallowing your aggravation down. You looked away from him and looked at the small glimpse of Jessica’s face that you could see. “Yes, I lied.”

“So, why should we believe that you’re not lying here today?” He asked a little loudly as he dropped the papers on the table.

“Because you have to believe that people are capable of changing for the ones they love.” You looked over at him with zero emotion on your face but your eyes continued on to your brother and you shook your head. “Because you have to believe that at the end of the day, I am just a moth’a that would do anything for her daught’a’s safety. And if that means I have to turn my back on my broth’a because he is a dang’a to her well being, and he is asking me be a dang’a to her well being as well, I will. I am doing this for Jessica. Not because I don’t love my broth’a. But because I love my daught’a more.” You looked back up at Fury before turning to look straight forward at the photo once more. It took Fury a second before he shook his head.

“I’ve got nothing more.” He said as he sat down.

“Cross.” Tony said quickly as he shot up from his chair. You looked over at him as he moved just to the edge of the table. “Ms. Odinson, did you or did you not see the defendant shoot Jack?”

“I did.” You said with a nod.

“And did you, or did you not originally lie about it under your brother’s instruction?”

“I did.”

“Last one. Did you or did you not decide on your own that coming clean about what you saw was the right thing to do no matter what the consequences could have been?”

“I did.” You stated one final time.

“Thank you, (Y/N). That’s all I have for you today.”

“You may go, Ms. Odinson.” The judge said quietly. You nodded your head and looked over at your brother for the last time before quickly putting your sunglasses back on. You walked out of the witness box, and disappeared through the side door where there were two Marshalls waiting for you to take you back to the WITSEC holding center so you could get ready for your new life.

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“This is a house.” You said a little slowly as you worked hard on turning your Boston accent into a slightly New York/ slightly accent less sounding one, much to your displeasure.

“This is our house.” Bucky said as he pulled your new to you Hyundai Santa Fe into the driveway of a three bedroom, three bathroom Las Vegas, Nevada home. “New house for the new (Y/L/N) family.”

“I’ve ne-ver lived in’a house before.” You said as you leaned forward to look at the fake grass covered front yard. “This isn’t real.” You said as you sat back and looked at your fiancé with your eyebrows raised. “No, you’re just teasin’ me.”

“I’m really not.” He chuckled as he pulled into the two car garage and shut off the engine.

“James.”

“(Y/N).” He said with a smile as he put the car in park and turned off the engine. He looked over at you and gestured vaguely with his hand. “Go on. Go Townie…”

“This is faackin’ ridiculous!” You nearly screeched in the accent you been hiding for weeks as he sat in the car, and waited for you to get it out. “Ain’t no one in the Town lives this nice. Like we’re damn royals ‘er some shit. You know, houses like this means ya got shit ta rob. I’d’a robbed a house like this.”

“Well it’s a good thing you threatened to cut off someone’s dick so we could keep Dakota then.” He said with a nod as he looked back at the dog that was laying across the back seat, fast asleep.

“Even still. Catch chaages ‘ere, boy, I tell ya. This bitch… this bitch’s ours? No shit?”

“No shit.” Bucky laughed.

“Babe. Baaaabe. Stop.”

“Do you even wanna see inside?” He asked as he gestured to the door leading into the house. “You picked out all that furniture last week, you gotta have somewhere to put it…”

“Oh moth’a fuckin’ right I’mma go inside. Tha’s my moth’a fuckin’ house. Gotta find places for the damn guns!”

“You can take the girl outta the Town.” He chuckled behind you as you let Dakota out of the back while he got a still waking up Jessie out of her car seat.

“Ooo, no more quarters!” You said as you pointed to the washer and dryer in the little laundry room. “No more scrubs chattin’ me up at the mat.”

“I love how it’s always the little things with you.” He teased as he followed you into the kitchen while Dakota ran into the house to investigate and make sure everything was OK.

“Bucky!” You hissed as you dead stopped in front of him, nearly forcing him to run into you as you turned around and whacked his arm. “A dishwash’a!”

“And counter space for me to cook.” He said as he gestured with his elbow to the white marble countertops that ran the length of three of the four walls of the medium kitchen except for the places left open for new appliances the WITSEC people would be helping you finance until you both found jobs.

“Yea, cause we all know I cain’t cook for shit.” You said as you looked in the small pantry built into the fourth wall beside the door to the laundry room. You turned to look at the massive living room (that had very questionable grey tile like the entire first floor) and stopped again at the sight of water. “Wait. That ain’t what I think it is.”

“I don’t know what you think it is.” Your fiancé said with a smile as he put the diaper bag on the counter and moved Jess to his other hip. “So you might as well go look for yourself.” You shot him a glare over your shoulder as you walked quickly across the room toward a sliding glass door that had a cage like screen door fitted over it.

“Fuck off.” You said as you stepped out into your decent sized, walled in back yard, and looked at the pool with a cute little rock waterfall in the deep end to your right that actually belonged to you. “This is a dream.”

“Here, why don’t you take Jessica.” Bucky said as the movers rang the door bell to drop off the boxes of the belongings you brought from Boston and all of the new furniture you had picked out for your house. “And see how she feels about being in a swimming pool. I’ll help the movers out. That way you don’t have to practice New York in your excitement.”

“James.” You whispered as you took your suddenly super talkative daughter from your fiancé with a smile and a hint of tears. “Thank you. I never would have done this without you.”

“Anything for the woman I love and our little girl.” He said softly as he gave you a chaste kiss. “Please don’t be naked when I come back out here.”

“That ain’t happening.” You replied honestly as you kicked off your flip flops and walked over to the shallow, beach entry. “You ain’t never been in a pool before, Jessie. This’ll be fun for you. And you are gunna have to get naked just like Mommy…”

“I heard that!” Bucky said over Jessie’s babbles and the few miscellaneous words she knew as he pushed the sliding glass doors open all the way for the grill, and the small fire pit and couple rocking chairs you just had to have.

“Nak-ee baby!” You said as New Yorker as possible as you pulled off the dress you had on your daughter, and tossed it to the side. “Nak-ee Mommy!”

“Mama! Ball!”

“Don’t you do it!” He chuckled as you stepped out of your jeans, choosing to placate him by leaving your thong on.

“Tan lines.” You said with a glare at him as you sat down on the edge to take off your shirt, which caused one of the younger movers to put down your rocking chair roughly and bee line it back into the house.

“Modesty.” He said as he watched you stand up and pull the strap of your panties up a bit on your hips to slightly cover the ‘Boston Strong’ Massachusetts state shaped tattoo on your hip, which according to your new “official” life story was a memorial to your dead mother who was born and raised in Boston and the location of your birth and the first couple years of your life before you “moved to New York”. You hated that it no longer could stand for your love of your hometown. “Damn, baby. The things I would do to you…”

“That’s how we got this one.” You said as you walked out into the sun warmed water. “Want another?”

“Oh, hell yea.” He said as he turned away to help direct the movers with your belongings.

“Yea, Daddy’s crazy if he thinks I’m puttin’ this body through another baby. You were bad enough on me, you little punkin’. Weren’t you?” You smiled at your baby girl infectious laugh as you carefully walked down the two steps to lower you both into the three feet of water. “What’s that?” You asked playfully as you took a couple steps away from the shelf so she could start to figure out the concept of the pool. “We swimming? It’s like a giant bathtub.” You pulled off her diaper since it swelled nearly instantly and stuck it on the side of the pool as you continued to slowly walk deeper into the pool.

“We never had a swimmin’ pool growing up.” You said at nearly a whisper as you moved to stand just in the shade created by the long pergola so your daughter didn’t get burned with this much stronger sun and so that you could watch the guys moving things into your new home. “That ain’t true. When we were kids, your grand pop bought a plastic above ground pool. Just a round circle with a cheap as fuck ladder. We had it for a whole week until your uncle busted the side open with his skateboard. Faackin’ idiot.” Jess laughed as you pat your hand on the water.

“Yea, baby girl. Us Townies ain’t never seen nothin’ this nice, though. Had ta have money for them in ground fucks. But you, my little meatball, get a beautiful pool in a nice, safe neighborhood. You don’t gotta worry ‘bout walking down to the spa for groceries. Ain’t gotta worry ‘bout the crazies or drugs or bank robberies every other day. None of it. And you know why? Because you, little girl, have the best damn daddy in the whole damn world.”

“Dada.”

“Yea, Dada.” You said with a nod as you cupped some water in your hand and poured it over the back of her head to keep her cool. “He’s a wicked good man, baby girl. Way better than your Ma deserves.”

“Baf.” Jess said as she tried, unsuccessfully to get water in her little hands to put on her head to ‘help’, only succeeding in splashing you both with water.

“Sure, punkin’. This can be your bath.” You giggled as you sunk down in the water a little more. “We’ll stay out here all day for your bath while the boys do the hard work inside. How about that?” Jessie simply giggled and splashed more water on both of you, trying to give herself a bath like you did every night. “God, you’re such a meatball” You laughed as you helped her put more water on her head like she apparently wanted. “You are so my kid.”

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“So I think we should redo this back yard.” Bucky said as he looked out the far set of sliding glass doors, which lead to the other side of your back yard. “I don’t like that metal fence separating the pool. Bars are too far apart. She could just slip right through…”

“Babe, we just fuckin’ moved in.” You sighed as you unloaded boxes of toys into baskets along the back wall beside the new, very comfortable, grey, ‘u’ shaped couch while keeping an eye on Jessica as she pulled the toys right back out of the baskets and scattered them across the floor in what you were temporarily deeming as ‘her spot’. “Can you maybe finish setting up the TV first?”

“That’d be easy to rip out. Same with this dumb brick.” He said more to himself as he gestured vaguely in that direction. “Grass this whole area in with that fake grass shit…”

“Bucky.” You said in a sing song voice as you broke down the empty box and added it to the growing pile by the front door so you could go put all the toys back into their baskets again. “TV, please.”

“Little swing set for Jess. This live oak is nice for shade… hammock between those two palms…

“James! Put my damn TV together so your kid can stop ripping apart my living room!” Your fiancé turned around with a huff and a smirk as he watched Jess grab the toy you had literally just put away and throw it on the pink, flower carpet with a laugh.

“OK!” He said as he raised his hands in surrender. “TV.”

“Why you gotta be a damn pain in my ass?” You asked both him and Jessica as you scooped her up, grabbed the toy from her hand, and put it back in the basket. “What’r you doin’, punk, huh? You just pissin off your Ma just ‘cause you can?” You blew a loud raspberry on her cheek and pretended to drop her by moving her to straddle your stomach, holding her head and body to your chest, and dipping both of you down toward the ground. She squealed loudly and took off running when you put her down, making Dakota jump up from where he was watching near the half bathroom to follow her.

“How long have you had him?” Bucky asked as you walked over and started to push a box of his books toward the entertainment center he was setting the TV up on.

“Who, Dakota?” You asked as you pulled open the box. “‘Bout two months after Thor got locked up. Couple days after I found out I was pregnant. I just wanted to know that my kid was safe. So I bought the most vicious looking puppy I could find and had a guy from the block teach me how to train him to be a guard dog that was good with kids. And damn did I get a good one. He’s taken a beating from Jess. She climbs all over him, she’ll even just lay on him and yell at me about bed time right by his ear and he just takes it. She’s his baby.” Bucky nodded his head slowly as he hooked up the cable box that the cable company had dropped off that morning.

“I tried finding you.” He said as you walked over to grab your box of DVD’s. “After, I mean. I tried so damn hard. It was about six months after. I went back to your old apartment but the lady next door said you’d just left one night. She’d no idea where you went…”

“I moved into one of Thor’s places.” You sighed. “Rent was paid up for a whole year, bills were all paid for with money he kept stashed there. It wasn’t even a debate in my head. I cleaned out my cash stash, moved out, and sold all my furniture to some guy few blocks over who was moving in to the section 8 housing for wicked cheap. Got rid of my main car to pay for Jessie’s doctor visits.”

“That’s why I couldn’t find anything in your name.” He said, sadly as you both turned around to look at your daughter as she rattled the baby gate that prevented her from going upstairs. “Jessica!” Your daughter whipped around so quickly she stumbled and landed on her butt. “Leave it alone. No.” Her bottom lip trembled for only a moment before Dakota came over to give her a kiss and nudge her until she stood up again to keep playing.

“I know you didn’t want to leave.” You said softly as you watched Jess put her butt in the air to get her feet under her before grabbing on to her four legged best friend so she didn’t topple over. “I’d like to think I knew you well enough to know that. But we both have to accept that our… relationship is wicked fuckin’ complicated. I have to accept that I don’t know what’s true and what was a lie about what you told me about yourself. And you have to accept that me and your daughter were unfortunately collateral damage because of your job. It sucks, we both hate it.

But we are also here together; just you and me. Not that I mind that at all because have you seen you naked? And have you cried on your shoulder? And for fucks sake, have you ever, ever met another poor fuck that can sit and listen to me for any fucking stretch of time? Do you think anyone else can put up with sleeping with me? No, because you’re the fucking saint to my satan. But you need to remember something. We are actually, legally new people here. I’m a fucking secretary for fucks sake. And you’re a fucking mechanic. So now, we get to develop those people together. Like… I think, I spent a spring break in Miami Beach and I was on some spring break pool party music video show on MTV. And you could be an army vet…”

“I am an army vet.” He interrupted.

“Then you can still be an army vet, jerk face.” You laughed as you gently pushed his shoulder. “Are you even hearing what I’m saying or is New James a shit listener?”

“I hear you.” He chuckled as he grabbed your wrist and pulled you over to him. “I hate that you’re the rational one of us and I’m the emotional one.”

“That’s what you get when you’re raised on the streets of Charlestown. Rationality.” You both looked over at a single bark, a large bang, and Jessica’s sudden scream cry, and you had no idea which one of you ran into the kitchen faster to get to her. She had somehow managed to pull the oven open, and it must have knocked her down when gravity took over.

“Oh, my poor baby.” Bucky cooed as he picked her up.

“Oh, she’s fine.” You said as you shut the oven with your heel and pointed at him. “Shoulda had the TV set up. She’d be watching Mickey Mouse right now.”

“You know what… fuck you.” He laughed as he cuddled his daughter closer. “Go be rational somewhere else.”

“I’m tellin’ you now, that baby may not be raised in the Town but she sure as fuck ain’t gunna be no pussy ass bitch baby, you hear me?” You called out as you grabbed the next DVD box. “She’s got Townie blood…”

“She’s got sweet New York blood, too.” He said as grabbed the two remotes and sat down with his little love to coddle her. “Tell your Mommy that you’re going to be a sweet little angel, aren’t you.”

“Oh, God help us all!” You groaned playfully as you unloaded the next box while Bucky set up the TV and cable under the watchful eyes of Jessie and Dakota.

Part 4

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #fresh start #cop!bucky x reader

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ravenforce · 4 years

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Ithaca Pt. 2

Word Count: 2031

Warning/s: None

A/N: Hey loves, a deal is a deal. You got part one to over a hundred notes, so here’s part two. Natasha’s playing a huge part on this arc. So, I thought it’ll be good for you to get to know her in this alternate universe. Let me know what you think of it in my inbox or the comment section. Xx

PS. If there are any grammatical mistakes I’ve still overlooked, I apologize.

Parts: 1 | 3 | 4 | 5

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5:30 AM

The alarm clock on Natasha’s bedside table reads. She blinked twice at it before sighing. She woke up earlier than her alarm again, not that she’s actually excited to go to school. Today, she’s actually supposed to tour the new transfer student, which is, by the way, is not her job as the Student Council President but Clint is out of commission for the week for some Intercollegiate archery competition in Washington DC. So, as President, she had to step in and do it.

‘At least, this is gonna be different from yesterday’, she thought to herself as she rolls out of bed.

Living in Ithaca since she’s a child meant Natasha knew the city like the back of her hand, knew almost every single family in town and went to school with the same kids since the beginning of her existence. It also meant being friends with founding family kids like the Odinsons, Tony Stark, Clint Barton, and Steve Rogers since forever ago. She was the only girl in their group until Carol Danvers moved in when they were eight. Maria transferred to their school and was easily adapted to their crew when they were thirteen. The last addition to their gang was Valkyrie and Wanda, who migrated somewhere from Europe when they’re fifteen.

Six years after, a new person arrives in Ithaca. The school didn’t give her a lot of information regarding the new student, only that it is a woman and Stark level intelligent. She tried to dig up info on her own, and thankfully she didn’t have to go far for a source since apparently the new girl is close friends with Tony and best friends with Maria. Maria is one busy nerd to track down though, and they don’t share a lot of classes together. So, Natasha wasn’t able to get too many details from her aside from a departing comment.

“Relax, Nat. She’s amazing; smart but not obnoxious like Tony,” Maria said before practically running towards her next class. She considers herself pretty intrigued.

‘How can someone be as smart as Tony and not be obnoxious? That sounds like an oxymoron,’ Natasha thought to herself.

***

6:00 AM

Natasha is the only founding family kid who liked being awake at the wee hours of the morning. She likes getting ahead of everybody, and she thinks better when the world is still asleep. So, being in school at the crack of dawn isn’t new too for anyone. Even the groundskeepers let her nowadays.

“Good Morning, Miss Romanoff,” the old security lady at the studio greeted her.

“Good Morning, Mrs. Miller,” Natasha smiled before logging in her credentials.

“Early start today?” Mrs. Miller asked politely and jovially.

“Yes, Clint is away for a tournament. So I have to give the grounds tour to the transfer student later,” Nat explained with a smile. Mrs. Miller didn’t respond and just waved Natasha inside.

Natasha’s been doing ballet ever since she can remember. At first, she was doing it because her family wanted her to and all of the founding family children are doing one extracurricular activity every after school. Thor has been sailing since he learned how to walk, Loki, on the other hand, preferred fencing. Clint tried equestrian for awhile but his heart and talents were really in archery. Steve got so good in lacrosse that he ended up with a sports scholarship playing one. Tony chose chess because he deemed contact sports barbaric; he believes the battle of the wits is better than a physical brawl, which Steve always take as an offense.

Being the only girl in their group, Natasha decided that ballet is her yoga. The boys know not to come within a hundred yards of the studio whenever Natasha’s practicing. Ballet has become Natasha’s sanctuary away from the noise and the usual ruckus of the boys. She shed everything inside the studio but today, Natasha finds it nearly impossible to focus on the movements and the music. Her thoughts keep drifting to the conversation she had with Tony the day prior about the new student.

“Nat, what are you fuzzing about? It’s just a school tour,” Tony complained. He was tinkering around his home lab when Natasha arrived and being a regular visitor, she was allowed to roam and look for Tony herself.

“I just wanna know what she looks like. So I know who to look for in the morning crowd,” she whined.

Tony put his stuff down, pull the safety goggles off his face and looked at his friend. If Nat has been any other girl, she would have melted in the way Tony was looking at her.

“Oh, trust me, you won’t miss her,” Tony said simply before smiling and walking out of his lab. “She’s breathtaking, in more ways than just physical.”

Natasha groaned and scrambled to follow her friend and bug him for more information.

***

7:00 AM

Natasha cut her practice short since she couldn’t focus. She showered and got ready in record time. She was leaning against the handrail of the front steps of the school, scrolling through her Instagram feed when she looked up and saw a face she didn’t know. Her fingers hovered over her phone mid-swipe, thankfully she had enough grace at that moment not to have her mouth hanging open as she gaped at the transfer student. She’s wearing a very preppy outfit, which wasn’t really Natasha’s style or the style girls she usually goes after but something about this girl that makes her stomach flutter with nervous butterflies.

“Y/N Y/L/N?” she asked, all trace of her nervousness gone when the girl came to a stop at the bottom of the stairs.

“Who’s asking?” the girl asked.

Natasha watched the girl take her in. She reined in the urge to squirm under the Y/N’s eyes. For God’s sake, she’s Natasha Romanoff. Various girls all over town wants her, she’s by no means gonna squirm under a stranger’s beautiful eyes.

“Natasha Romanoff. Student Council President,” she introduced herself confidently to take back control. “Pleasure to meet you.”

Natasha smirked as the new girl blushed profusely before smiling up at her. “Pleasure is all mine,” she said.

‘Breathtaking is an understatement’ she thought to herself when she saw Y/N’ smile. Natasha’s not a sap, she doesn’t plan on being one but at that moment, she thought she’d do anything to make you smile at her every day.

“I’m here to give you the grounds tour,” Natasha explained before pulling the door open and prompting you to walk with her.

Usually, when she had to cover grounds tour for Clint, Natasha almost always wraps it up under forty-five minutes. She just points which buildings houses which classes, where the important areas are such as the library and the mess hall. Today, with you by her side, Natasha found herself giving her first, in-depth school tour. Literally giving out facts and even stupid trivia when she remembers it.

Natasha walked as leisurely as possible to prolong her time with you but she knew you have a 9 AM class. And she might not be as nerdy as Tony but she’s not gonna skip class, let alone make you on your first day of school.

***

8:30 AM

Natasha’s one of the quiet ones in her crew that’s why she get along spectacularly with Maria. Both of you filled the walk towards the art building with polite small talk about which classes you two take, how you finished a degree at eighteen and in one of the toughest schools in the country at that, and how you’re friends with Maria and Tony. God, Natasha didn’t want the tour to end. She didn’t want you to stop talking, which is new because Natasha finds it annoying when people don’t know when to shut up. She wants to get to know you more.

Her heart sunk a little when she caught you discreetly glancing at your watch but by the number of kids watching the two of you in the hallway, she knew that class is fast approaching. She decided to be a little playful.

“Oh,” Natasha gasped and frowned. “Am I boring you?” she asked quietly.

“What?!” you exclaimed, earning a few curious looks from students in the hallway.

Natasha watched the emotions play out across your face, and she thought you’re even more fascinating. She’s been friends all her life with Tony, another Mensa student, another genius. She thought you’d be obnoxiously cool and a little indifferent like him but in the past hour and a half, Natasha found you brilliant but not condescending, warm, and empathetic.

“No, no, you’re not boring. I was just wondering if I’m allowed to skip the first period on my first day of school because this is by far the coolest school tour I’ve ever done,” you rambled on.

Natasha couldn’t help but grin. If she paid attention to anyone else other than you, she would have noticed several students openly gawking at the toothy smile on her face. Natasha’s reputation was not built on being chummy with just anyone, especially new kids. But she wasn’t looking, she could only look at you. She will be caught dead before she admits to having a school girl crush at first meet but at that moment, in that crowded hallway, she decided she definitely likes you. She just has to find out if she has a fighting chance.

“You’re cute when you ramble,” she said matter-of-factly. “And no, you’re not allowed to skip the first period because you’re here.”

“Oh,” you said before glancing at the classroom door.

Natasha took a step towards you and tucked a stray hair behind your ear. “See you later, Y/L/N,” she said slowly, watching the blush crept up from your neck before dusting your cheeks.

‘Beautiful, so beautiful,’ she thought before turning on her heels and gracefully walking away.

“Blushing doesn’t mean she’s gay. Maybe she’s just the shy type, I can work with that,” she murmured to herself while walking to her classroom. She looked up when she heard soft muttering in front of her.

“Danvers!” she growled. Carol’s pressing a girl between her toned body and the wall.

Carol didn’t even have to look to know who it is that interrupted her. She knows that voice anywhere. “Tasha,” she said sweetly.

Natasha didn’t smile, she only continued to glare until the girl pushed Carol away and scrambled to get to her classroom. Carol swipe a hand through her hair before turning towards her friend. Natasha glanced at her watch.

“You’re ten minutes late already,” Nat started. “And your class is on the other side of the campus.”

Carol ignored the fact that Natasha still knows her schedule. She walked towards the redhead until she’s toe to toe with Natasha. Natasha didn’t step back, she’s used to Carol always invading her personal space.

“I got that class in the bag, Tasha. Relax,” Carol whispered before leaning in, kissing Natasha close to her mouth, and running away.

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extrathordinary · 4 years

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wild palms- thor odinson

thor odinson/reader

word count: 1980

story type: hella angst (sorry)

characters: female reader, thor odinson, sam wilson, and Steve rogers

trigger warning: i curse like a sailor I'm so sorry

A/N: Hi, everyone! This is my first writing piece I’ve uploaded here- I’m trying to get back into creative writing and what better way to find my way than through Marvel fanfiction. I appreciate any and all feedback! Sidenote: I did Samuel Wilson so dirty here I am so sorry. Sam deserves the WORLD and I absolutely did not give it to him in this story, but I wanted to make this as heart-wrenching as possible. Thanks for reading!

“The second time I ever saw you I learned that what I had read in books but I never had actually believed: that love and suffering are the same thing and that the value of love is the sum of what you have to pay for it and anytime you get it cheap you have cheated yourself.”

-The Wild Palms, William Faulkner

The lingering touches, the stolen smiles from across the room, the late nights staying awake talking about god knows what for hours on end; the daily “I made you coffee because you were still asleep and I know you hate everybody and everything until you’ve had caffeine and I didn’t want you to wake up angry” cups of coffee on each other’s bedsides, the delicate “you’ve got something on your face, let me get it for you” touches that are just excuses so you have a chance to finally touch each other- it’s all too much and you can’t breathe.

The rational side of your brain screams at you to lock these feelings back up and throw them to the bottom of a lake somewhere inside yourself and never acknowledge they even existed in the first place, but your brain is getting increasingly smaller by the second and pretty soon you will not be able to tell the difference between good and bad- right and wrong, and god this is wrong. But you have been holding your breath for far too long and he feels like fresh air and it’s far too painful to deny yourself breath any longer than you already have.

You realized this the third time you had acknowledged your feelings for the God of Thunder: you realized that love and the sacrifices you make for it walk hand in hand and any time you do not have anything to lose, anything to risk, you have cheated yourself of what love should be. You, yourself, have absolutely nothing to lose. You do not deserve the love- the honest to God real fucking love you crave so badly. You have too much red in your ledger for someone like him.

Your world before the Avengers was confined to the walls of the Red Room, knowing rarely of life elsewhere. You weren’t stolen from your beloved parents, you weren’t kidnapped off of the streets- you don’t have- no, you don’t get a sob story. You were selfish. The reality of the situation is that you wanted to be something better- something bigger than what your life had to offer. Your greed and pride and lust for recognition drove you over the edge of insanity; you ran off to the Red Room of your own accord at the age of twelve, naïve to the life awaiting you inside its concrete walls. Your intentions were to become the best goddamn weapon the world had ever seen, morals be damned. And you achieved your goal- you had made yourself a name by the age of nineteen; hell, you even popped up on S.H.I.E.L.D’s radar, finally getting at least some of the recognition you craved. But all victories come with a cost.

Your cost rang up to be watching your parents being lowered six feet underground, murdered by the very people who made you into the monster you wished to be. No weaknesses, right? After the murder of your parents, you went spiraling. You left the Soviet organization and turned yourself into S.H.I.E.L.D. Following months and months of training, therapy, and conditioning, you were again utilized as a weapon, but this time, for the good guys- for the Avengers.

Now, here you stand, gripping your glass of water so hard it might shatter, angry with yourself for believing for even a second you deserve to love and be loved by someone so kind and so… free, for loving someone you didn’t have to settle for. Clearing your throat, you set your damn-near-forgotten drink on the kitchen counter beside you. You press your back against the cool marble of the counter. Your hands go to your face as you take a deep breath in, trying to steady yourself from the crashing waves of nausea hitting your stomach.

Heavy footsteps echo through the hallway filtering into the kitchen where you are currently situated, cuing you to stand up a little bit straighter and look a little bit happier. Thor strides into the space, carrying himself as if he had wings. That confidence, that strength he possesses is something you’ve admired about him from the moment he stepped onto the grounds of the compound from the Bifröst years ago. The world could be crashing down around him and he’d still stand tall amid the chaos. His strong stature was and is formed by his kingship over Asgard undoubtedly; if not for himself, he must be strong for his people regardless of the circumstances. He never makes himself small.

“Good morning, little dove. Has sleep been kind to you in the night?” Thor’s tired, raw voice rings through the air as he mirrors your position against the countertop opposite of you. A small smile crosses your lips as you take in his sleepy appearance. A similar smile takes its place on his.

“Yeah, um…” your eyes catch his for a fleeting moment, waves of emotion threatening to spill over. You can’t have him, (Y/N). “You could say that…” you trail off. You shift your weight to your arms as you push yourself to sit on top of the counter. “How about you, dove?” you reciprocate with more enthusiasm, poking fun at the term he used mere moments ago.

The god lets out a breathless chuckle with a shake of his head, “Sleep is always no stranger to me.”

His looks, however, betray him. The darkness surrounding his usually-bright eyes, the shallow wrinkles making a home ever-so-subtly in the contours of his face not slipping your mind. It’s no coincidence thunderstorms paint the skies during odd hours of the night- hours in which only you are awake, or so you ignorantly presumed. They always let up before morning, of course.

You sigh, locking your eyes with the god’s.“Thor, you don’t have to hide from me-”

Your sentence is interrupted by the ding of the elevator opening just a few meters from you and the god. Neither you nor Thor move from your places, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer as you shift your attention to the pair of bodies stepping out of the elevator. You shut your eyes momentarily as your heart drops at the sight of Sam and Steve making their way towards you and Thor. How foolish of you to drift so far from your reality for even one fleeting moment.

“There she is! There’s my favorite girl.” Sam hooks his arm around your waist and presses a kiss to your shoulder. “How’d you sleep, sugarmama? I didn’t have the heart to wake you this morning when I got up. You just looked so peaceful and shit laying there.”

You clear your throat and plaster a smile of feigned affection on your face as you turn to look at Sam. “Just fine, thank you, babe.” Little did he know you had been fully awake as you pretended to sleep, your mind running marathons and jumping hurdles as you tried to figure out how to fucking get yourself together.

Steve’s hand makes contact with Thor’s shoulder as he laughs at something he said, Thor not paying much attention to him at all. Instead, his eyes were fixed on the interaction playing out between you and Sam, anger and jealousy and loneliness flooding his veins all at the same time. You, however, catch this- his change in demeanor. Before, the atmosphere surrounding the two of you was light and safe and now the tension is so thick between the two of you it can be cut right in half. Your eyes meet his again and you give him the saddest smile he thinks he’s ever seen and it just about sends him over the edge.

The god clears his throat and mutters a polite “excuse me” to Steve as he seemingly drags himself out of the kitchen and down the hallway, a small rumble of thunder shaking the skies; it’s faint, but it’s there and it hurts. The boys shake it off and start to discuss their post-run workout. You bite your lip and close your eyes, taking a deep breath in through your nose as all of your self control keeps you nailed to the counter. I’m sorry.

“Hey, (Y/L/N), wanna join us for the workout?” Steve’s voice snaps you out of your daze. “I promise we won’t go easy on you.”

Sam snickers, pulling at the baggy shirt hanging around your body. “C’mon, babe. Training’s always fun with the chococino...” Steve laughs at Sam’s remark as Sam wiggles his eyebrows at you.

Please don’t. You offer a small smirk, shoving your emotions further down your throat and into your stomach. “As tempting as your offer is, I think I’m going to take a rest day today, boys.”

You hop off of the kitchen counter and grab your glass of water. “Oh, okay, babe. I see how it is. I’ll just have to work for it today, then.” Sam snakes an arm around your waist once more as he speaks, pulling you in for a quick kiss shortly after. As your lips graze his, you feel like you want to vomit. Everything is suddenly too much and you feel as if you’re being hurled into the fucking Sun.

You’re quick to pull away and excuse yourself from the room only to find yourself standing in front of a bedroom door- Thor’s bedroom door. Before you can talk yourself out of what you’re about to do or calm yourself down at all, your knuckles rap one, two, three times on the hard wood of the door, the knocks seemingly deafening in the silence of the hallway.

“I am in no mood to converse at the moment, Rogers.” Thor’s gruff voice sounds through the door, muffled by the heavy wood of the door.

My god, you’re going to regret this. “It’s just me.” your voice comes out shakier than you had hoped it would.

Silence. There’s silence, but just for a moment. On the other side of the door, Thor has his head in his hands, gripping and pulling at his hair hoping to make himself just fucking snap out of it. He can’t have you. You. You. You. No. Thunder cracks and crashes against the sky outside. The best of him left as soon as Sam touched you.

You flinch at the sound, cursing your feet for bringing you where you obviously aren’t wanted. Your eyes fly shut. A shaky breath escapes your lungs as the doorknob twists with a creak. The door opens and Thor is met with your terrified expression. You’re not terrified of him, god no. You’re terrified of how you and he are going to get through this because you know damn well he feels the same way you do and you know damn well he’s just as scared.

“Oh, my love, come here.” Thor gently pulls you into him as he closes the door behind you, hiding the two of you from the whirring cameras lining the hallway.

You press your forehead into Thor’s chest, your hands going to his hips. One of his hands is solid on your back, the other weaving its way in your hair, holding you against him. Thor’s eyes flutter shut as he tries to memorize the feel of your body pressed against his, praying to all the gods above he gets to do this every day. How the hell is this so wrong?

“What are we doing here, Thor?” your voice breaks, loneliness and longing seeping through. Just like you hoped it wouldn’t.

“I don’t know, little one.” He tucks his chin on top of your head. “I don’t know.” The god presses a kiss to the crown of your head, lingering for a moment longer than necessary, silently saying “this is where your crown should be sitting, my queen”.

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inn-o-cencebabes · 5 years

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He Can Smell It: Part I

A/N: I know it’s been a while because I was facing a bit of a block, but I’m back with the goods

Please note that this isn’t Beta read and I literally just finished writing and uploaded so if there are mistakes I’m so sorry

Also just a reminder, Mari is you, and you are Mari

Thank you and ich liebe dich!

Throughout the entire test, you felt like you were on the verge of passing out or throwing up or both. Not because you didn’t know the answers but on the off chance that you ended up wasting Thor’s time.

“I’m going to fucking fail, I can feel it.” The thought ricocheted around your skull painful and obnoxious. You’d been struggling with the same section for the past twenty minutes, the coolness of the whiteboard against your head doing nothing to comfort you. When you first realized you were struggling with the same section you held it together but the more you arrived at the wrong answer you could feel the hot heat of frustration rise in your face making the tips of your fingers tingle. Sagging against the whiteboard completely you admitted defeat. The emotion swelling, building up in your throat and behind your eyes. You weren’t a crier, at least not in front of others. The innate need for perfection still gave you a hard time, and sensing failure made you feel less than, weak. You let your eyes close using only sheer will and a few deep breaths to get the tears to retract. It wasn’t any easier once you felt him behind you. It was hard to ignore it, everything about him was grand, his presence, his smell, all of it enveloped you in a hazy cloud. A soft-spoken hey with fingertips barely grazing down against your arm. The same fingers reaching to slide the dangling marker from between yours.

“Hey, look at me, what’s wrong?” his voice low and rolling like soft rain.

Your body turning slowly it was almost like you could feel it pushing each particle out the way. Your eyes flutter open, looking straight ahead, seeing the individual fibers that made the shirt. There is no more energy in the tank to get your words to be more than a mumble.

“I could tell you the events leading to the rise of Hatshepsut as pharaoh or how botched the assassination of Archduke Franz Ferdinand was. I could recite the Heartland Theory drunk. I can layer time and theory and politics as easy as I breathe. But-” your breath catches in your throat as you look at him through unshed tears.

“But I can’t get this,” eye contact breaking as you felt a piece of your heart break, tears flowing faster than your hands can swipe them away.

“It’s okay, you’re okay min lillie, take a breath please, for me. Now take a seat and explain it to me, it’s just you and me.”

Now that you were finished you wanted nothing more than to lay down and stop existing for a moment. Making your way to your dorm, you see the Jersey boys at the end of the hall with what looks like twenty boxes of pizza. A small huff passing your lips. Turning to face the door you could hear Gugu or G.W. For short, rummaging just behind the other side of the door. As terrible as her organizational skills were, in the beginning, she was a great source of encouragement, plus she picked up a few of your cleaning habits. However, you couldn’t tell she remembered any of it with the clothes, thankfully, strewn about her side if the room.

“G.W. what in the hell are you doing? Why is,” you turn to peer into her closet, “almost half of your closet out and about?”

“Babes it’s Friday, and you just had that test, so we need to loosen up,” she says with a smile

“By going out?”

“Well, you're coming along whether you like it or not.”

Seeing as there’s no point in pitchin’ a fit with her now that her mind’s been made up you give in and let her pick out your outfit.

“Dress?”

“No.”

“Skirt, pants, or shorts?”

“Shorts.”

Pulling out a pair of high-waisted denim shorts rolled at the bottom and your Chucks, G.W. throws them on your bed. A pensive look pulls over Gugu’s face as she tries to find a shirt that goes with the vision in her head. Thumbing through your closet proves to be futile, and she quickly moves to her belongings. Sifting through the mountain of clothes her hand reaches for a sheer black crop top.

Oh hell no

“G.W. I’m not wearing that,” nearly screeching, “I don’t need eyes seeing or hands reaching!”

“Chill out, it’s only for one man in particular, tall, blonde, Nordic. Ring any bells?” G.W. calmly responds back

Arguing with her on almost anything is futile the outfit was gonna end up on you. Settling in defeat, you watched as she pulled out a black sports bra that zipped in the front, the word BABY on one side while GIRL was written on the other. Your casket was sealed, there was no use in protesting. Trudging to the bathroom, you changed into the clothes. Stepping out you had to give props where props were due, you looked damn good.

“Damn if he doesn’t wanna fuck I do.”

You roll your eyes at her antics. The girl was always jumpin somebody but she had good taste. Sitting down on G. W. ‘s bed you close your eyes and let her finish off the look. You could only faintly tell what was going on, but it was nice having someone else do all the work. Relaxing back into her you let yourself drift off.

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“Okay kiddo, let’s move.”

The temperature only dropped a little and was comfortable to walk in. Your mind began to drift to Thor.

I wonder if he’ll be there? What if he’s not? What if he thinks I’m a hoe? This outfit is a bit out there. Who cares? I care, but I shouldn’t care about his opinion. I -

“Mari. Mari! We’re here.”

The dark brown door in front of you barely contained the activities going on behind it. The music billowed out from the minuscule cracks in the house and slightly open windows, giggles filtering around you, and wrapping you in an overage of energy. Gugu doesn’t bother to knock and opens the door, stepping through. You followed behind ensure of what type of party you were actually participating in. Sweat, alcohol, and something else you’d rather not think about permeated the air as you looked around. Girls in laps, backs on fronts, and drinking games surrounded you. Without command your eyes found him surrounded by pale, medium, and badly tanned bodies of females vying for his attention. Backed into a wall, he looked cute trying to dodge around flirtatious comments and reaching hands.

“Come on let’s dance,” Gugu yells across the music

Back to back, you both playfully grind against each other and play dance enjoying being free from the monotony of life at college. All thoughts of Thor and concerns about your outfit long forgotten. After a while, the air shifts and tingles against your skin. The party has seemingly split into several factions: the Watchers, the Daredevils, and Wild. Taking the cue, you tell G.W. you're going to the kitchen to get something to drink. Turning around the corner you find him standing there, back to you, and before you can backtrack, he turns making eye contact with you.

Thor was never taught to be a liar, Frigga made sure of that so it could be said that him wanting to devour Mari on the counters would be an understatement. It was strange to him, seeing you display so much skin, to him it felt like a century had gone by since he’d seen the brown that stretched along the curve of your body. But standing here now, before him, he felt the heat of jealousy rise in him as everyone got to see you like this. Unmarked and unclaimed as well. But more than your appearance, it seemed there was no longer a dark cloud hanging over you anymore. Good. Stalking closer to you, he could still smell the metallic bite of your blood, intoxicating him more along with the Asgardian mead he’d slipped in. Upon closer examination, he noticed you fidgeting with your fingers. He hadn’t meant to make you nervous, but perhaps it would help in the end.

“Mari, nice to finally see you,” spoken with a slick smirk at the end

“You to Thor.”

You looked between his eyes as if to search for something to say, however, the moment was broken once someone yells Truth or Dare. The echo lingering in the air of the house. Leaning down he made sure to brush his lips against the shell of your ear.

“Let’s play between us min lillie,” voice rasping

He sees the flash of hesitation between your eyes, but he knew you wouldn’t back down that quickly. Flashing him a crooked grin you take the bait.

“Truth or Dare, Odinson?”

“Truth.”

You knew you were getting yourself into hot water but when would this opportunity present itself again.

“Is there absolutely no girl who has caught your eye?”

“There is one, intelligent and stunning really, just waiting for a sign,”

Lucky girl

“Truth or Dare?”

“Dare.”

“Dance with me.”

You looked at him incredulously. He thought dancing with him was a serious dare? There could be no way. With disbelief thick in your voice you clarified,

“Dance how? Like normal?”

“No. Like you want me, seduce me.”

Slick asshole.

You wouldn’t back down, it wasn’t in your nature. Virgin shyness be damned you knew your body could be a weapon, all you needed was the soundtrack to go with it. The universe, seemingly listening, let The Internet’s Special Affair filter into the kitchen. Taking your phone out your back pocket and sitting it on the counter you became a woman with a mission. Rolling your shoulders back you let the music slither through you. What started as a small of your hips, changed to sensual rolling of your body. Letting your hands roam where they wished, your body was lithe striding towards Thor. It was a struggle for him to maintain control of his friend down below when he wanted to touch you. Instead, he settled himself against the island and gripped the edge. Once you were close enough, he felt your hands settle against his chest. Pressing into him, he could feel everything. Slithering slowly down his body you waited till you were halfway down before rising back up. Nearing the end of the song you turn so you could feel him pressed into your back. Rolling your hips, you took his hands and guided them over you. Once the song came to an end, you knew that something about your friendship wasn’t the same. Letting go of his hands you went to step away, the action cut short when firm hands gripped your waist and you were pressed between the island and Thor.

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kylo-but-not-to-me-ren · 5 years

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Let’s talk about Endgame

I’m seeing a lot of different opinions on some characters’ arcs and their endings and I wanna share my view.

Captain America/Steve Rogers: my baby got the perfect ending for his arc. Ever since he got out of the ice, he was a man out of time, even though he tried to adjust and fit in. His place will always be in the past. Steve always lived for the war, for battles and was always worried about something and finally he had an opportunity to live a life like a normal person and he took it. STEVE AND PEGGY DESERVE THE WORLD. Also the thing about Bucky: I know he’s Steve’s best pal and they’ll be there for each other till the end of the line but Bucky knew. He knew Steve would be happier in the past. And he’s also a grown man that can take care of himself, Buck doesn’t need babysitter Steve watching him 24/7. They are best pals and know what’s best for each other.

Iron Man/Tony Stark: I KNOW. It broke my heart and I left the theatre sobbing but it makes sense and it’s the only way this could’ve ended. It started with Tony. It ends with Tony. I’m sure he left many things for many people as a legacy and maybe this is not the last we’ll see of him. The same way he recorded a message in case he died he could’ve storaged some kind of backup on his knowledge or even his voice (like a JARVIS kind of thing but I might be taking it too far). Tony started as a selfish, arrogant billionaire and sacrificing himself for the greater good now shows how much he developed as a character and how well his arc was written. It’s a sad ending but it’s worthy of the character.

Black Widow/Natasha Romanoff: she broke me. Natasha didn’t have a family, didn’t have friends and when she finally finds a family it is taken from her. Nat is really loyal to those she loves and she would never let Clint sacrifice himself. s of the mission in this case) and she loves them so much she wouldn’t let his kids grow up without a father, like she did. Their friendship is so pure that they are willing to sacrifice their lives for each other. DON’T FORGET NATASHA.

Hawkeye/Clint Barton: he was happy in his farm with his family having a good time and suddenly lost everything and became a super badass murderer (murdering people is not cool but that edgy haircut and tattoos got me). I believe Clint is there for three main reasons: to show how pain and grief could change a person, to have the original Avengers together again at last and because of his friendship with Natasha. The first movie we get to know a bit more about Clint’s relation with Nat is The Avengers and she mentions having a debt with Clint for sparing her life and as the movies go on we see their friendship blossom and they just care so much about each other. After her death everyone is devastated, mostly Clint and he above all, feels a sense of duty to do everything right and save the vanished half of humanity while hoping they could bring her back as well. Clint comes back to his family and maybe this will be it for him, I feel like he’ll retire, for good this time.

Thor Odinson: many people are complaining on the Russos’ portrayal of Thor but I think it’s genius. In Infinity War, Thor could’ve killed Thanos but he should’ve gone for the head and he feels guilty about it. He feels like all the deaths are his fault, lost everyone he loved and he’s depressed. Thor has always been the character that brings the comic relief and giving him this role in this movie was important because it’s a farewell movie. Nevertheless, there are sone emotional scenes he’s involved like the one with Frigga giving him advice and comfort and the battle scene. Ragnarok Thor is the best Thor so I don’t think they’ll throw it away soon.

Hulk/Bruce Banner: Professor Hulk is so great but I always thought they didn’t really give enough attention to him. He’s always been a sort of secondary Avenger and the only times he got more screen time was in Age of Ultron and Thor Ragnarok. In the former he snaps after being mind controlled by Scarlet Witch and is pretty shaken up afterwards which leads to a heartfelt conversation with Natasha where both talk about their traumatic past and never feeling like they belong in the Avengers. Also in this scene they have an awkward romantic moment that makes me cringe, sorry. Meanwhile, the latter has Banner trapped into the Hulk for a while after the battle of Sokovia and when Banner comes back he’s scared to turn into the Hulk again and never be able to come back, so they finally found a balance in Endgame. He’s obviously really smart but I don’t thik he’s fully appreciated and like Thor, in some parts he’s also a comic relief. I really hope he comes back and we can see more of him.

I guess this is it for now and I still haven’t fully recovered from it but overall it’s the best Marvel movie I’ve seen and by far the most epic. I’m really excited to see what they’ll make in the next movies and how they’re going to move forward with this new and expanded universe :)

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riseatlantisss · 5 years

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Hi, darling! I would like a MCU ship, please. I am a straight female with shoulder length black hair and brown, doe eyes. I love reading, playing the violin and acting. I love wearing dresses and fancy clothes and I can do everything in high heels. I am charismatic, cunning, flirty and a born Slytherin. I am very sarcastic with a dark sense of humour. At first I may seem cold and intimidating, but I am a pretty good person. Thank you💚

Hey sweety, thank you so much for this request ! I ship you with ... Loki Odinson ! This is the story of how you two met. Hope you like it !

Warnings: there are mentions of alcohol in this one, I hope you don’t mind!

Want a MCU ship as well ? Just send me a short bio of yourself in my asks ! Try to include as many details as possible if you want me to be specific :) I really love writing these and usually reply in a few hours. Also, don’t hesitate to tell me if you want characters in particular ! Love you

“Who is she?” Loki asked his brother, pointing his chin towards the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. “The girl in the red dress?”

“How do you not know that?” Thor said, sipping a drink. “That’s Y/N. She’s the new head of SHIELD.” Noticing that familiar mischievous look on his brother’s face, Thor tapped on his shoulder and chuckled. “Don’t get your hopes too high, brother. You got more chances to go out with Tony than with a girl like her.”

But Loki couldn’t help it. The Avengers’ tower was filled with hundreds of people that night, but he only had eyes for you. He will never admit it, but you were the only person in the universe to ever intimidate him.

But you had too much on your mind to notice him. With a position that important, you had a reputation to maintain. You never allowed yourself to lose control and just enjoy the moment… Until you met him.

“Can I offer you a drink?” He simply asked you as you just finished talking with Nick and other SHIELD agents about an upcoming mission. “I mean, a real drink, not that awful liquor my brother served you.”

You looked down at your glass and smiled, giving him a questioning look.

“And may I ask what your suggestion is?” You replied with a pretentious tone.

“Well that depends... Wanna get out of here?”

To this day, you still can’t believe he had you with such a cheesy line.

He use one of his tricks to teleport the two of you right in the center of the city. You spent the whole night drinking and laughing together like two teenagers. Loki couldn’t even walk straight by the end of the night.

“My, my, don’t tell me the God of Mischief himself can’t hold his liquor!” You teased him.

“I really don’t see why you would say that, lady!” He laughed as he staggered down the streets.

Soon enough, you two became the power couple of the Avengers. Loki’s mischievousness combined with your cleverness made you invincible. That being said, working with your boyfriend wasn’t always easy. You were a natural leader and when it came to making a decision during a mission, you always had the last word. And in the end, Loki always had your back.

“Well, she’s a piece of work, but she’s my girl.”

As you both had very important jobs, it was a challenge to make time for each other, so you made every minute spent together count. Your favorite memory so far is the night Loki took you to Asgard. To surprise him, you wore the same red dress you had on the day you met. You had been together for years at this point, but seeing you in this dress again made Loki’s heart almost burst in his chest.

“You’re so gorgeous, my love.” He whispered, looking far into your beautiful doe eyes.

You smiled and laid your head on his shoulder. With him you didn’t have to act tough or hide your emotions. You were just yourself. This moment was perfect. Just him, you and the beauty of the Asgard skies.

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softscottlang · 6 years

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Breathe (Tom Holland)

[Tom Holland x Reader]

Warning: accusations of cheating and panic attack

Summary: Tom has been suspicious so you do some snooping to find out what he’s actually been doing.

A/N: I love Big Time Rush

Word Count: 1.5k

You and Tom had been dating for almost two years now, and you were both happy together. The two of you lived in England and used to go to school together. That was until he started getting gigs and you wouldn’t see him as often. Now you lived in London for school and you had a part time job at a local café.

You thought everything had been going fine with your relationship with Tom, perfect even! But you were getting suspicious. Every time he would look at his phone he would smile or laugh, you had to admit this made you self-conscious. Were you that unnoticeable? or maybe he was getting bored with you.

For at least a month you had put it off as just him seeing a funny meme or something but when you tried to peek at his phone, he would hide it from you and walk away. But not without planting a kiss on your cheek.

Now he would just get up out of the room and take his phone with him where ever he went. This made you feel anxious, like your chest was filled with air, but you couldn’t breathe. So, you made the decision to figure out what was going on.

When Tom went to shower the next morning, you noticed that his phone was left on the charger. The black case stood out against the white bedside table. You had an internal debate with yourself, if you looked, you would be betraying his trust. If you didn’t, you would keep wondering what if.

Quickly your hand grasped the iPhone and hit the home button. You noticed how the screensaver was a picture one of the guys had taken of you two cuddled on the couch a few weeks ago. The smile on your face was evident as you saw the picture.

But not even half a minute later, his phone flashed signaling he got a text. You closed your eyes out of fear that it could be the girl he was cheating on you with.

It took all the strength you had to open your eyes, what you were met with was exactly what you didn’t want to see. You felt your chest concave, like you heart was now missing from it being broken. You felt the tears weld up in your eyes.

Melissa 💍

Hey! I finally got that photo you wanted! 💕

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As much as you wanted to look away, you couldn’t. It was just too much to take in at one time. He had actually gone behind your back and been with another woman. You felt the first of many tears to fall down your face. After two whole years, this was the thanks you got, being used and taken for granted.

You were so consumed in your own thought, you didn’t even notice Tom walk into the room in a pair of sweats and a towel in his hand.

“Darling? What’s wrong?” His voice made you look at him, suddenly your sadness bubbled into rage. He used you!

You pushed yourself off of the bed and stalked over to him, his phone in your hand still. You felt a burning sensation in your chest, you were never this mad before.

“Why don’t you just go call Melissa ‘Darling’, you obviously like her more than you do me.” You say shoving his phone into his chest before storming towards the door. Just as you were about to grab the handle, Tom pulled your wrist towards him.

“Y/N, what are you talking about?” He looked genuinely confused, causing you to be even more infuriated at him. Did he really think you wouldn’t find out?

“I know you cheated on me” You say with as much confidence as you could muster at that moment. “I thought you loved me Tom.” It was that moment that you broke. You felt everything around you start to spin, your head started pounding.

“I do love you Y/N, I have no idea what you’re talking about.” His voice was calm, soothing even. You would have missed him if the circumstances were different.

“I saw her text, she obviously doesn’t think that you love me, or she knows and doesn’t care.” You said looking past his face, if you made eye contact with him, you knew you’d never be able to finish this conversation. You wouldn’t be able to push down the feeling of unworthiness that you had been holding for years now.

“You read my text? I can’t believe you!” Tom said throwing his hand without his phone in the air. “I never did that to you, not in the two years we have been dating! I thought we respected each other’s privacy enough to not push those boundaries.” He said before turning towards the closet to grab a shirt. You hadn’t noticed he wasn’t wearing one, but you didn’t have time to swoon right now.

“So, it’s ok for me to feel self-conscious about myself because you became interested in someone else? If you aren’t in love with me anymore then tell me, don’t string me along until you don’t need me anymore!” You felt all the anger go from your chest, through your throat and out of your mouth. Now you were left with the sadness again, the empty feeling in your heart.

“I never said that! I am so in love with you, so much so that I was planning on proposing to you tomorrow night, I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you Y/N! Melissa is a jeweler at the Jewelry shop in town that you love. She was sending me pictures of the ring do I could make sure it was perfect for tomorrow!” He said throwing his phone on the bed then turning towards you with pitiful eyes. “I spent a month getting this ring to be just right for you!”

You were at a loss for words, you knew you shouldn’t have looked at his phone, but you needed answers and you thought he would understand that. Out of his whole rant, one thing stood out to you.

“Wanted? You don’t anymore?” You felt your voice crack from the amount of emotions you were having all at once. You felt sadness, confusion, desperation and above all, stupidity. It was a feeling you had become accustomed to, no matter how much it hurt to say in your mind.

“Now I’m not so sure, if it was that easy for you to think I was cheating on you, then maybe we shouldn’t be together anymore.” He couldn’t even look you in the eyes, instead he looked at the floor while you looked at him in exasperation. Your heart was torn, ripped and shattered just by his simple sentences that rendered the last two years of your life meaningless.

Everything was suddenly spinning; the outer rim of your vision was turning black. Your breathe was slipping away from you, causing you to feel as though you were suffocating.

You wanted to move towards him, to draw him close and into your embrace and apologize a thousand times but you were so scared, you couldn’t move. No matter how hard you willed your body to, you were stuck in one spot unable to become mobile.

It was as if you had pushed the mute button on the world and you were stuck on pause. You were scared out of your mind! The more you tried to move, the more it seemed that you were never going to be able to. You felt your insides twist and turn with fear as you internal freaked out.

Tom must have noticed because he grabbed your hand and sat you on to the bed, he stared straight into your eyes. His brown eyes piercing yours, he started talking soothingly to you, but your ears were buzzing so much you couldn’t hear what he was saying. You knew what was happening to you, a panic attack. You hadn’t had one since you got together with Tom, but he seemed to be able to figure out what to do.

“Breathe baby, you have to breathe” You could finally hear what he was saying. He kept saying the same phrase over and over until you nodded your head indicating that you understood and agreed with what he was saying.

“Breath In,” You did exactly what he told you to as you stared directly into his eyes. “Breath Out.” You continued this process for a few more minutes before you felt your hands move towards him and pull him close to you. He quickly wrapped around your torso and bury his face onto the nape of your neck.

“I’m so sorry Tom. I should have just trusted you.” You say after a few minutes of just holding each other.

“It’s okay baby, we will be okay.” And you guys were, you were okay.

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cnjrupasmle · 6 years

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Warm Hugs

Pairing: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Rating: T

I took a break from ficlets to work on a story for BB, but I failed to meet the deadline anyway. Oh well! :D

This was inspired by that post about how hockey players buddy up when there's a fight to prevent each other from joining in.

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Sam and Rhodes hit the ice in a tangle of limbs and pads. Steve groaned. Not again. Clint slid into an embrace with Romanoff and Bucky skidded to a stop as he linked arms with T'Challa. Steve could already see the muscular man in the red jersey skating toward him as the referees tried to get to their fighting teammates. Damn.

The Stars were playing the Robots and there wasn't a more bitter rivalry in all the league. Steve had never met Stark before he shook hands with his fellow center before the game, but he knew enough about him to know that he didn't care about anyone but himself. Stark was renouned for his reckless Playboy lifestyle. Every article he saw made Steve hate the guy a little more. He gave hockey pros a bad name. For a moment, Steve considered jumping into the fray just to avoid contact with Tony Stark. No, he decided, he'd rather not sit in the penalty box while his team needed him.

Stark barely slowed down enough to keep from bowling Steve over as he skated in to hook an arm around Steve's waist. He shot Steve a cheeky grin as they watched the refs try to separate their teammates. "Hey, Cap," Stark called over the din. "You got a spare hockey stick up your ass, or what?"

Steve didn't deign Stark's jibe with any sort of result. Then, Stark leaned in closer to whisper into Steve's ear, "Would you like one?"

Seeing red, Steve pushed Stark away and threw his stick down. The refs came barrelling over, yelling at Steve to back off or face time in the penalty box as Stark just grinned wolfishly as he slid away. Steve wasn't excatly "out." Hell, only a handful of people knew about Steve's sexual preference and only one of those was a teammate. The chances of Stark actually knowing were slim, he knew, but the fear of being outed fueled Steve's anger nonetheless. It could ruin his career. Stark could ruin everything with just a flippant comment. Another firm hand on his shoulder finally had Steve reluctantly skating away toward his bench to get yelled at by Coach.

The Robots scraped out a very narrow victory in the final minutes, so for once Steve agreed to join his teammates downtown for a few drinks. It shouldn't be a big deal. The Stars were playing on the road and they were down a starting wingman, not to mention that they would play the Robots at home in a few weeks, but the loss to a rival still left a nasty sting. He hoped that a little alcohol might numb the pain enough to help him get some sleep before they headed off to their next game against the Red Devils.

What Steve wasn't expecting, however, was for Clint and Sam to beeline for the pub two streets down and head immediately toward the back where half the Robots team was already waiting. Rhodes immediately jumped up to offer Sam a hug and Clint slid into the booth and started chatting with Parker and Odinson. Steve took a quick survey and let out a sigh of relief: the Robots' captain was nowhere to be seen.

"Two pitchers of Budlight for the commoners and one pitcher of IPA for those of us with more refined tastes," Stark announced as he pushed through the crowd carrying an armload of beer. He must have noticed Clint and Sam right off the bat. He nodded to them and swivelled his head around until he locked gazes with Steve. Immediately Stark's smile turned predatory. "So nice of you to join us, Rogers. I was honestly hoping you wouldn't."

"I can't say that I would have come if I had known that you would be here," Steve admitted coolly.

"And that would be why we didn't tell you," Clint interrupted. "C'mon, y'all," he pleaded. "Nathaniel and I have been best friends since peewee hockey and Sam and Rhodey there played together in college. Can't we all play nice when we're off the ice? Or do we need to stop inviting you two out with us?"

"I am playing nice!"

Steve turned to Stark, bewildered. Either there was an echo in the building, or Stark seemed to think that he wasn't the instigator. Stark looked just as shocked as Steve did to hear his own thoughts come out of Steve's mouth.

"There you go!" Clint beamed and slapped them each on the back as he slunk back to the booth. "Common ground! Now discuss!"

The two captains stood there for a moment, shuffling they're feet. Steve looked back to the booth, observing all their teammates laughing and carrying on. Maybe he could try.

"Can I get you a drink?" Stark asked. "I just bought everyone else the last round, but..." he trailed off as he gestured to where two empty pitchers sat and Odinson nursed the third.

"Ah, I'd appreciate it," Steve said as he bit back the smart remark that came to mind first. "As long as I can buy your next drink." There. No no one could say he didn't try.

"Sure thing." Stark smiled seemed a little less guarded as he spoke. "Let's go up to the bar and see what tickles your fancy, yeah?"

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By the time they reached the bar, they were making small talk. By the time they had ordered their second drinks, they were deep in conversation. By the time Clint pushed his way through the crowd to tell them they were leaving, Steve and Tony were laughing.

By the time they finally said goodnight and Steve was heading back to the hotel far later than he had intended, they had exchanged numbers.

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Steve let the warmth of the beer and Tony's attention buzz through him on his cold walk back. He felt like the addition of Tony's number made his phone heavier and it tugged on him insistently from his jeans pocket with every step he took. He wanted to let himself believe that it all meant something: the number, the drinks...the innuendo on the ice...

But it couldn't.

Best case scenario, they might be able to be friends. Chances were that Tony "didn't swing that way." In the hypermasculine world of professional sports, you could either be straight or you could pretend to be. There were no other options. Nothing more than a friendship between two players would ever be possible. Not if they wanted to continue their careers, that is.

By the time he got to his room, the warmth inside Steve had been replaced by nausea and regret. He quickly got ready for bed and tried to settle it. They would be wheels up in less than 4 hours, so he tried to will his anxiety away and force himself to sleep.

Then, his phone beeped.

Steve was temporarily blinded by the light of the screen before he was able to make out the words.

<<What's your favorite color?>>

Steve barked out a laugh. In the last few hours they had already developed an inside joke. He felt the anxiety demon's claws release just a little and the next message came though.

<< I had a lot of fun getting to know you. Keep in touch. Goodnight, Steve >>

Steve punched out a reply.

<< Me, too. Goodnight, Tony. I'll talk to you in the morning >>

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Steve made good on his promise. Then, just that easily, they couldn't stop talking. Soon, it was second nature for Steve to pick up his phone to talk to Tony every morning, night, and break he got during the day. Over the course of the next few weeks, it started to feel like they had been friends forever. It also did nothing to prevent Steve's feelings from growing with each passing day.

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As fast as a blink, it was time for them to square up once again, but this time the Stars were playing at home.

They were so busy leading up to the game that Steve and Tony barely got to talk, let alone find time to meet up. So, the first time that Steve got to see Tony's face was when they squared up at center ice. He could have sworn that he even saw Tony wink right before the ref dropped the puck.

Just like all their previous clashes, it was a tight, emotion-fueled game. Still, Steve wasn't expecting the body check. He hit the ice and slid, barely coming to a stop before he was back on his feet and pulling off his helmet to face off with his attacker: Tony.

With a single shove, Tony was flat on the ice and looked as furious as Steve felt. Tony had his helmet off in a second as he leapt up and threw his weight into Steve. For a moment they grappled. It was obvious, however, that Steve was stronger and he was able to pull away just enough to cock his fist back.

The world seemed to slow down around them. In his peripheral vision, Steve could see their teammates paired up. Tony's eyes flared with anger, but he didn't move to defend himself.

Steve couldn't do it. He couldn't just let it go, either. All his frustration had to be channeled somewhere. He grabbed Tony by the shoulder pad and curled his other hand around the back of his head.

Steve crashed their mouths together.

For a brief moment, Tony's body froze. Steve pulled away, but he didn't get very far. Tony's mouth chased his, licking and nipping at Steve's bottom lip before sealing their mouths together fully for another kiss.

Hands pulled at Steve's jersey, and most of them weren't Tony's. The refs dragged them off each other and penalized both of them for fighting... And biting. The latter had Steve grinning just a little bit. Sure, there had been a tiny bit of biting involved. Tony seemed equally dazed, smiling softly to himself and running his fingers over his lips.

The two men didn't meet again until Clint and Romanoff started scrapping. This time Steve opened his arms as Tony gently coasted into him.

"So," Tony drawled, "dinner after this? Maybe without these knuckleheads? What do you think, Cap? Wanna show me your city?"

"Yeah," Steve agreed softly, "I think I'd like that."

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Sexy Pirate Angel Baby (Thor X Reader)

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For Anonymous: For Anonymous: “Thor is really self conscious about his eye patch and thinks the reader won't love him anymore but it's like fluffy comfort when she asks him what's wrong?” Also @captain-ariel-barnes and @thortillas insisted on knowing EXACTLY when this went up! 💖💖💖

A/N: THERE ARE ABSOLUTELY NO INFINITY WAR SPOILERS IN THIS AT ALL, despite the title and the gif. This one specific reference just fit. Really well. And if you’ve noticed, I’ve been keeping the shorter, fluffy drabbles without a read more cut because I have a theory that people in safe mode might be able to view them on their dashboard or in the thor x reader tag but not on my blog so...let me know if this theory is correct please!

Oh plus, Odin did, in fact, give his eye for Wisdom. That’s how he got an eyepatch. It’s a whole thing.

Warnings: Nada. Super cute. Super touchy. Super fluffy with a dash of angst because...Thor’s got a lot to deal with all the time.

Words: 1,999 (wow i couldn’t just add one more and make it even? awesome.)

You’d never seen Thor like this before. Sure, he got serious when he needed to, but normally he was bright and sunny and enthusiastic. Normally he was all about holding your hand and showing affection openly. Normally, he wasn’t weighed down with a whole kingdom on his shoulders. And you tried to understand that, but this was a whole personality shift.

He sulked. A lot. He was quiet when he’d usually be boisterous. He was contemplative, rather than running his mouth and tripping over himself. And you missed your happy, sappy, romantic God of a boyfriend. Desperately.

You just wanted to talk to him. You reminded yourself that asking him to open up and trust you to listen to him wasn’t a lot. It was part of the deal of being together. So you sighed, pushed his door open without knocking, and entered the room. He hadn’t even gotten out yet, but he was awake and shirtless.

“Hey baby,” you whispered, shutting the door behind you softly.

He didn’t look over at you. The fingers of his right hand played with the metal eyepatch that replaced one of his brilliant blue eyes as he faced the ceiling. You went over to the bed, got under the sheet with him, and tried to duck under that arm at its bend. He barely reacted except to shift so you fit.

“You hungry?” you asked, knowing he was almost always hungry. He was a big man, after all. “I could make grilled cheese or something.”

He shook his head. But that was it. And you felt your stomach tighten and your heart sink. You couldn’t stand seeing him like this anymore, so you turned over so you were facing him, which forced you to throw an arm over his torso.

“Thor, baby, what’s wrong?” you asked, bending your arm so you could reach to scratch the hairs on his chin.

“I look like my father,” he said after another whole minute of silence.

That was all he gave you, so your brow pinched up in the middle and you asked, “And? Is that a bad thing?”

“Maybe?” he said. “He wasn’t a great person. Good leader, but made some awful mistakes-”

“Okay, but you’re not your father, Thor. You just look like him - which, for the record, I can neither confirm nor deny, given I never saw your father myself.” You said it just to state a fact, not to rub it in his face.

Still, he sighed and shut his eye. He never lifted his fingers from his eyepatch, so you reached out and pulled his hand away yourself.

“What’s all of this mopeiness really about?” you asked softly, just trying to get some answers. Real answers to problems that you could turn into solutions. When he didn’t answer again, you pulled his hand to your lips and kissed each knuckle, and in between you said, “You - know - you - can - tell - me - anything.”

“You’ll think I’m being ridiculous,” he said, not so much a warning as it was a statement. “Or maybe that’s just me hoping.”

“You really need to be more straightforward, Thor,” you said, a little hint of a laugh in your tone. You missed hearing him laugh so much, you’d even take a single chuckle at that point.

He took a second, but then he finally made eye contact with you. You bit your lip and tried to make it look like you were waiting patiently, but you weren’t. You were anxious, and when you got anxious, you got antsy. You tried to focus on drawing patterns on his skin, just to expend some energy.

“Ragnarok didn’t change me, but being put on the throne did,” he said.

You wanted to tell him that that didn’t matter to you. You thought he was an amazing king - and honestly, you tried not to think about what that meant for you more than who it made him. But you stayed quiet and let him speak, since it was what you’d asked for in the first place.

“I had to face my people and swear I’d protect them, and I’ve tried… But then I got a glimpse at my reflection. I thought I’d seen a ghost, (Y/N),” he said. “I look like my father. I’ve taken his seat and his title and his responsibility, but I can live with all of that. What bothers me still is that I look like him.”

You stared, because he wasn’t getting to the point. You still wanted to give him the opportunity to talk if he had anything else to say, but apparently, that was it. So you said, “I don’t see the problem here.”

“Odin gave his eye for Wisdom,” he said, as if it was supposed to make sense in a Midgardian context. “He wore an eyepatch most of his life, and all of mine.”

You blinked fast twice, then once slower, for exaggerated effect. He was right. You thought he was being ridiculous.

“Thor, are you trying to tell me you’re sad all the time because you have one less eye?” you asked, trying your best to be sensitive. You didn’t think you were successful, especially when he turned his eye away from you.

“I’m not sad because I have one less eye,” he insisted. “I’m upset because…”

“Because?” you asked, your fingers stopping their ministrations on his chest.

“Because what if you can’t see past it? What if the loss of my eye makes you see me differently? What if-” he sighed, still unable to look at you. “What if you change your mind about me?”

You almost laughed, but you bit your lip to keep the feeling in. You knew it would only make him more upset, so you waited until you could calm down. You let out the tension from the laugh in a long breath, then sat up until you were kneeling in the space between the side of his arm and his torso.

“Thor Odinson,” you said softly, “you should know me well enough by now to know that a piece of metal, a crude haircut, and a few extra scars are not going to make me fall out of love with you.” You picked up the hand you’d kissed moments ago so he couldn’t bring it back to his eyepatch. Shoving your fingers between his large ones, you waited until he did meet your gaze to continue. “You could have a metal arm like Bucky. You could’ve been shrunk four feet and be shorter than me. But as long as you’re still the man I love enough to wait around for whenever you go back into space, you have absolutely nothing to worry about.”

It took him a second, but he let out a long sigh of relief. You swore you saw his lower lid fill with tears before he shut his eye again. Letting his hand drop to your thigh, you leaned down and kissed the rough scarred skin around his eyepatch, one little bit at a time until you’d made your way all the way around the socket and back to the start. Then you trailed kisses to his lips, and when you met there, he let out little breathy laughs, like he couldn’t believe his fortune.

When you pulled away to sit back, his hand followed you, attached to your cheek. His palm was almost larger than your head, so you leaned into him with a smile.

“Maybe I do see you differently now,” you said, but without breaking connection with him. “But that’s not a bad thing.”

“What do you see now?” he asked.

You raised your eyebrows. “I’m only gonna tell you if you’re sure you wanna hear.”

He let one tear fall sideways down his face. You couldn’t tell if it was residual from the flood before your kisses, or if was new. It didn’t matter. He nodded, and you turned your face to his palm and kissed it once before turning back.

“Before all of this Ragnarok stuff, you were sunny. All the time. Bright and happy and - god - so wonderful. I’d get distracted on missions watching you fight. Have I mentioned that before?”

He laughed, though the sound was cut short. He seemed overcome with emotion, as his eye kept filling and spilling and filling again. “You have. I’ve seen it happen, too,” he said.

“Yes, and I’ll deny this conversation ever happened if you tell anyone,” you said, never losing your smile behind the threat.

Thor nodded, not losing his, either. That was a good sign, you knew.

“So, anyway, yeah. When you came back this time, things were different. It wasn’t the eyepatch. It was the way you carried your shoulders and...I don’t know. You walked like you were missing half of you - took me a bit to realize it was because Mjolnir was gone, but still. Yeah, I saw you differently. I saw you physically vulnerable. Do you know how often mortals get to see Gods like that?” you asked.

He didn’t have an answer, or at the very least, he didn’t give one.

“Pretty much never,” you told him. “And, you know, when I think about it like that, I’m kind of honored. Because for so much of our relationship, you’ve taken care of me. You’re stronger and faster and...whatever else, so I just let it happen. Then you stepped off that ship and you looked like you were gonna fall apart and, yeah, Thor, I saw you differently. I saw you as someone I got to take care of. And I’m more honored for that than anything else.”

Silence fell. You bit your lip again, watching as a mix of emotions passed over his features. This was one of those times you wished you had powers like Wanda’s, so you could see into his head and hear his thoughts. Thor was normally open, but you’d already considered how that had changed. You weren’t surprised, even as the silence dragged on.

But then he sat up, leaning on one arm. He was practically draped over your lap, but you made no sign of discomfort. It was his turn to say whatever it was he had to say.

“I’m sorry,” he sighed. “I should’ve come to you sooner about all of this.” He couldn’t even meet your gaze, so you moved your hand to his cheek, bending slightly to meet him halfway.

“You have nothing to apologize for, baby,” you told him. “And nothing to worry about - not when it comes to me, anyway. I know you’ve got a lot else on your mind.” You sat up again and kissed his forehead, then pulled his head against your chest.

His arms went around you as he relaxed. You felt the tension leave every muscle in his body. Somehow he managed to put most of his weight on you without knocking you backward while also relaxing, but you didn’t question how that worked. You just let it happen. You kissed his forehead again, then put your cheek against it so your hair fell over his shoulders.

“Can you say it again?” he asked quietly.

“Say what?”

“That you love me,” he whispered. He sounded a lot like he had when he’d come back to Earth after Ragnarok, and it broke your heart a little.

You knew this was going to be a slow climb up a long, treacherous hill, but you were willing to make the climb with him. That was what made it so easy for you to shut your eyes and say, “I love you so much, Thor.” You heard him hum, then you let the air hang between you for a minute. Of course, you couldn’t let that last too long, though. “And not just because the eyepatch makes you look like a super sexy pirate or anything.”

He laughed, and the vibrations from his chest shook and warmed you at the same time. “Good to know,” he said.

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goddessofgamma · 6 years

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Writing Cities and Faulty Electronics, Chapter 6 (Ao3 Link)

Summary: Bruce is is a haze after his date with Thor, but gets some news that will radically alter his week.

Bruce couldn’t believe himself. He’d kissed Thor. He had been the one to lean in, the one to start something. Thor kissed me back, he remembered. Thor held me to him, kissed me like there was nothing he would rather do in the world.

So maybe Valkyrie had been right, he had been checking Thor out. The idea of having a crush on someone was pretty alien to Bruce, he hadn’t properly been in a relationship for about a decade. Since he’d been at Edinburgh, he’d only had the occasional blind dates (all with women) that Tony insisted he go on. Bruce had pushed any romantic thoughts to the back of his head for a long time. He hadn’t even properly considered dating a man before Thor made his way into his life. Sure, he found men attractive, but he wasn’t looking for love, and he really didn’t feel like telling Tony he was bi only to have more blind dates, this time with men, thrust upon him.

Thor had been unexpected. A beautiful, intelligent man who seemed to be really interested in Bruce, put in the situation of having a shed load of reasons for spending time together. His voice is so lovely, Bruce thought as he watched Thor give a lecture, the afternoon before their date. I could listen to him for days.

The whole evening had been a flood of emotions, happiness, anticipation, nervousness. Somehow, even feeling nervous around Thor made him feel good, got him high on excitement, on Thor’s enthusiasm. Bruce hadn’t been sure at the start of the evening whether Thor understood that Valkyrie had set this up as a date. But Thor had held his hand as they waited for their food, his eyes darted between Bruce’s eyes and lips.

Doubts and worries that Bruce had held were overridden as Thor became more affectionate. It was like collecting evidence; holding someone’s hand at a dinner for two, looking with desire at your companion’s lips, these were things people did on dates, things that were firmly placed in the ‘romance’ category of actions.

It hadn’t even felt like a decision when he leant in on tip-toes to kiss Thor. He’d felt a pull, magnetic, towards Thor, a need to know what it felt like to kiss him, to hold him close. As the kiss was returned, Bruce released a tension in him he didn’t even know was there, dissolving into Thor’s arms.

Bruce knew he should have more time to process his feelings, shouldn’t stay the night with Thor, but the whole walk home he could think of little else. He thought of the feeling of Thor’s body pushed hard against him, the taste of his lips, so unfamiliarly masculine and still so sweet. His mind wandered further, extrapolating how Thor’s strong arms would feel around him, imagining how it would have been if he’d stayed, how good it would feel to let himself go with Thor with him every step of the way.

Snapping himself out of his thoughts before he made a fool of himself in public, Bruce opened the gate to his small terraced house.

His phone was glowing red, showing that he had a new message. He grappled with whether to answer it, knowing it would spoil his mood, but reluctantly pressed the play button.

The first message was from the home his father had been looked after. Brian Banner had passed away in his sleep, following kidney failure. The sentence rang hollow to Bruce. He wasn’t shocked, he didn’t feel sad or happy. He just felt numb. The man he’d been scared of since before he could remember anything was dead. The funeral was to be held in two days.

The second message was from Bruce’s cousin, Jennifer Walters. The sound of her voice immediately made Bruce connect much more to the call than he had to the anonymous nurse from the other call. Jen said that the home had called her when they couldn’t get through to Bruce. She’d understand if he didn’t want to go to the funeral, but she would love to see him, and wanted to be there for him if he needed her.

Bruce had a strange feeling in his chest, that a whole part of his life just felt inconclusive. He’d spent so much of his life in fear, wanting to get away from his father and now he was gone, but Bruce couldn’t picture him gone in his mind. The last image he had of him was as he was at his parole hearing, where they agreed to send him to a specialised facility for elderly offenders. Brian looked frail then, almost physically falling apart, but his voice was the same as the man who had yelled at him, yelled at his mother until yelling at her hadn’t been enough for him.

In that moment, Bruce decided. He needed to go to the funeral, needed to get himself to believe that his father was dead, that this was all over.

He booked his tickets over, phoned Jen to ask if he could stay over, sent an email to T’challa to request leave due to bereavement. It felt strange to Bruce to call it a ‘bereavement’. He really didn’t feel like mourning.

Barely able to sleep, Bruce had so many conflicting emotions that he felt queasy. He woke up to the piercing sound of his alarm, his heart racing at 100 beats per minute at his anticipation.

Hulk had been fed last Monday, and so would be okay for food until after he returned but he dropped Val a message asking if she could pop in to check on him anyway.

“G’bye Hulk, I’ve leaving for a few days.”

Hulk hissed.

“Screw you, you little asshole,” Bruce said, his tone fond.

He left for the airport with just a small carry on bag with a few crumpled clothes in it and an Irn-Bru to keep him awake after such a bad night’s sleep.

Jen met him at Los Alamos airport, and as soon as Bruce saw her, his heart slowed to a normal pace.

“Bruce! It’s so good to see you.” She wrapped him in a hug. “It’s been too long.”

“I know, Jen I should have visited in the summer, I just –“ He couldn’t think of a proper explanation. “You know what I’m like.” She nodded.

“You’re too wrapped up in your work.” She shrugged. “So am I.”

She drove him to the apartment she was renting while she was here, telling him all about a recent case she was the defence lawyer for as they went.

“The prosecution was using a deathbed confession as their main piece of evidence, it was so flimsy, and even then, my client wouldn’t just call it out as a lie. We got him off, but God, he was a difficult client,” She finished. Bruce smiled, not really understanding the ins and outs of Jen’s job but proud of her anyway. I guess all those days spent studying in the library together really paid off.

“So, what’s going on with you? You must have just started teaching again, right, how’s that?”

“Eh, good, it’s going good. My students are really attentive, and we’ve got a new lecturer in the apartment –“ His speech slowed a little as he dwelled on Thor. “- He’s really great. Uh, I mean, it’s been really great having him around, helping the department.”

“That’s nice, it’ll be really good for you to have another friend and colleague to talk about the science stuff I don’t understand,” Jen said absent-mindedly, focusing more on driving.

“Um, yeah, another friend.” Bruce adjusted his glasses, unsure whether to properly tell Jen about Thor.

“What was that about?” Jen shot him a look.

“What was what about?”

“You hesitated.”

“Aren’t I allowed to just hesitate a bit?” Bruce loved Jen but sometimes he thought she knew her mannerisms little too well.

“Sure you are, but I know it means you aren’t telling me everything. Tell me about this new lecturer guy.”

“Er,” He couldn’t think why to say no. “He’s called Thor Odinson, he specialises in electromagnetics.” Bruce tried not to let his excitement about Thor shine through in his voice.

“Is he Scandinavian?” Bruce shot her a ‘how did you come to that conclusion?’ look. “Oh, come on, with a name like Thor? He’s either Scandinavian or his parents were a couple of these white American parents who give their kids names like ‘Kayleigh’ but somehow spelt with eleven ‘e’s.”

“He’s Icelandic, originally, so not technically Scandinavian.”

“Does he look like a Thor?”

“How is it possible to ‘Look like a Thor’?”

“Is he pale with blond or ginger hair and a long beard? And super tall?”

“Not a long beard.”

Jen laughed.

“So he does look like a Thor.”

They pulled into the driveway and made their way to Jen’s apartment. Talking for hours, Bruce felt comfortable, remembering the good part of home, how nice it was to have someone who had known him so long that he felt that nothing he said could be a shock in her company. A few hours into their conversation, Jen finally found it in herself to bring up the reason that Bruce had come back to America in the first place.

“You don’t have to go to his funeral, you know.” Jen was calm as she said it, having clearly considered what she was going to say.

“I know,” Bruce quietly replied. “I don’t –“ He couldn’t think of the right phrasing. “I don’t wanna pay my respects, you know. I don’t – I didn’t respect him. But I’m here now and I just wanted it to be over, wanted everything with him to be over.”

Jen nodded.

The funeral was quiet, with only three people in attendance. No one had anything nice to say about Brian Banner. Bruce considered that if he were a more forgiving person, he might thank his father pushing his interest in nuclear physics, but he flinched at the thought. Science is my thing. He doesn’t get to have any claim to any of my achievements.

He gave up the right to that when he slammed my mom’s head against the sidewalk. No, Bruce corrected himself. He gave up his right to claim having anything to do with me before that, when he threatened me, yelled at my mother.

Emotions were buzzing through Bruce, feelings of anger and sadness and spite. He could feel it in his veins, as though someone had whipped a whirlwind of conflicting hormones and nerve signals through him. His breathing sped, and he pleaded with himself not to cry. He doesn’t deserve me crying at his funeral. He stole my childhood, stole my mom, he doesn’t get to have this.

Trying to hold back his tears only made it worse, and soon his eyes were red and Jen was at his side, not holding him, knowing he’d need space, but staying there for him.

“I’m not sad he’s gone,” Bruce quietly said to Jen when the funeral was over, and they could go back home. “I haven’t given a crap about him in thirty-five years.”

“I know.” Jen’s response was calm, not wanting to make Bruce say any more than he was comfortable with.

They ended up getting Chinese take-out, as both of them were awful at cooking. Jen had done all she could to cheer Bruce up and it was starting to work. Who knows? Maybe crying and stopping bottling your emotions up of a little while is actually a healthier coping mechanism.

As they were eating, Jen was checking her phone, which was winding Bruce up a little because it was quite unlike her. The fuzzy feeling of having had an emotional outburst was still flowing through Bruce, but he was in a much better mood.

“Wow, this new lecturer of yours is really, well, something.”

Bruce’s head snapped up to look at her.

“What? Thor? Why do you say that?”

“I’m on his instagram. Have you seen this?”

“No.” Bruce gestured to Jen to show him. His pictures were really funny, no pictures of him working out or being overly serious. They ranged from picture of him and his brother on Halloween, dressed as a snake and a ghost, to one of the classiest pictures on his account, of him posing in a cat café, captioned ‘Do radioactive cats live 18 half-lives?’. Bruce felt heated at seeing Thor. He still hadn’t processed their kiss, found himself wondering if had gone mad and imagined it. Unable to stop a small smile on his lips, Bruce prayed he wasn’t blushing.

“They’re nice photos,” Bruce said, trying to sound normal.

“Nice? They’re a bit weird but I think the fact that he’s hotter than one of those hydrothermal vents you did your third PhD on more than makes up for it.” Bruce tried not to directly look at her, feeling his face heat. “What is it?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Bruce, you’re not looking at me properly. What is it? Is it something about this Thor man?”

Why is it so difficult to tell her? Bruce knew Jen should be the easiest person to tell. She was a liberal as they come, loved Bruce unconditionally. It took a moment for Bruce to click that this would be his first time coming out to anyone. Valkyrie was proudly bi, and kind of assumed everyone else she met was bi until proven otherwise, so he hadn’t even had to tell her. With Thor, well, he hadn’t come out, he’d just kissed him.

Jen was the person in Bruce’s life who’d been there the longest, so even though Bruce knew she would be supportive, he felt like it would change how she saw him, rewrite memories from years ago as a new part of himself was revealed to her. He almost felt embarrassed for not telling her earlier, like he was making too big a deal of it now by having kept it to himself.

This is stupid. I’ll tell her, I can’t feel bad for not telling her before it was relevant, I’ve never really talked much about any of my relationships, she’ll understand.

“I-“ He made himself look at her properly. “I went on a date with him on Thursday.”

Jen’s eyes went wide. She wasn’t the sort of person to go and seek out gossip and root through people’s personal lives, but she did appreciate an interesting piece of news.

“You went on a date with this amazing, brainy muscle-god-man?” Bruce involuntarily smiled.

“Yeah.”

“How did it go?”

“Great.” Bruce didn’t know how to explain it. “More than great.” Jen raised an eyebrow. “Not like that! I – We talked and went for dinner, and kissed him and it was great.” Bruce felt embarrassed saying it, but mentally reprimanded himself. Just because you’re talking about a date with a man, doesn’t mean that it’s any more explicit or inappropriate to talk to your cousin about, Bruce had to remind himself.

Jen beamed at him.

“Aww, Brucie has a crush. Are you going to see him again?”

“Yeah, I will. I thought I’d see him at lectures this week, but then I came here-“

“Did you tell him what had happened?”

“No, I got the phone call after the date and I wasn’t gonna call him up after the date to tell him ‘oh that was a great evening, but my dad was biting the dust as we were biting our shawarma’. I’ll see him soon, though.” Bruce could feel himself get excited at the prospect.

“Does he know that? That you’ll want to see him again?”

“Yeah, of course.”

He’s incredible. How would he ever think I wouldn’t want to keep seeing him?

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justauthoring · 6 years

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Arranged Marriage - Thor Odinson

( @smollittlebean ) Request: Okay! I saw that your requests opened up and I was thinking, maybe a Thor one where the reader is in an arranged marriage w/ Thor and he doesn’t wanna be w/ her but she wants to be w/ him, out of her own free will and she just wants him to love her but he doesn’t and it’s ANGSTY but he eventually warms up to her

Please don’t plagiarize my work - I spend a lot of my time writing, copying and pasting destroys that. If you want to repost my work. please ask first - but even then I might say no.

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Even you knew that in this moment, Thor would rather be anywhere else.

Arranged marriages were never really a choice, for either party, but in this case, you’d just felt bless. Your father could’ve chosen anyone and yet, somehow, you’d managed to be set up with the son of your very own king. It had come as a shock to you, and the relief that flooded through you when you realized that at least, in a way, you knew the man you were forced to marry was one that you appreciated.

And the more you’d gotten to know Thor, the more you had fallen in love with. You’d be lying if you hadn’t had a crush on the God previously, civilians talked and he was a popular topic between the people you’d lived with. But then that silly little crush had harboured into more, and soon you found yourself absolutely smitten with the God of Thunder.

The forced marriage didn’t seem so force anymore - for you.

You soon learned that Thor would rather marry anyone but you. Forced from his harbouring love affair with a Midgardian, Thor detest’s you and all that you stand for. He hated you and his father because you were the woman he was marrying, forced to marry, instead of the pretty Midgardian he’d fallen in love with.

The days that were meant for bonding, as your parents had deemed it odd for the two of you not to get and know each before your wedding, had been spent in utter silence or complete ignorance. You’d tried to speaking with Thor on many accounts, tried to make this situation more pleasant for him, the best you could, but Thor just didn’t care.

Though, you never took it personally or lashed out mainly because you knew he was just heart broken. Thor couldn’t take it out on his father, so he took it out on you. It was wrong but you understood - besides, no matter how hard he fought or even, how hard you fought, the marriage was happening and nothing would stop that.

Then the wedding came and you were dressed in the finest gown you’d ever seen - your familiar wasn’t poor but it wasn’t rich either. Which left you often wondering how exactly your father had set up this arranged marriage, but of course he had, somehow, for the benefit of more wealth. Your father didn’t care for your happiness or well-being but rather wealth and fame, you just happened to not mind this marriage as much as you could’ve.

Thor looked ravishing and you had to fight the blush that threatened to grow on your cheeks at the sight of him, knowing it would only upset your soon-to-be husband more. Thor was kind as best he could, giving you a short comment that you looked beautiful but other then that he was silent as per-usual. And then before you knew it, you were before a crowd of thousands and being wed to a the son of Odin.

The night flew by before you, chatter and cheers echoing as the night went on, celebration of your new marriage being separated in the castle of Asgard. Yet, even if you tried, you could not seem to celebrate one bit, considering that the entirety of the night Thor spent on his own, glass in hand and off from the rest. At one point you’d seen his brother, Loki, join his side and they shared a conversation of which you didn’t know.

Though, Loki’s eyes had gazed at your own figure just before Loki left Thor’s side and that told you all you needed to know.

You didn’t seem to actually recognize what had happened until all the commotion was gone and it was just you and Thor, alone in his bedroom. There was no noise, no chatting or laughing, just absolute silence as Thor silently got ready for bed.

You stayed stock-still on the bed, still dressed in your gown and completely unsure of how to proceed.

You loved Thor, the best you could for the minimal conversation you two have had but nonetheless, you cared for him. And maybe some part of Thor cared for you, a tiny, tiny part, but he was ignorant and cold towards you. You hadn’t seen the man smile once since meeting his personally, when before, when you had seen him as a the King’s son and not your husband, all you had ever seen Thor do was grin that joyous grin.

Your presence in his life had ruined who he was.

And it was crushing you.

Thor exited the bathroom, the tension flooding the room all over again and you had to grip your dress to keep yourself from crying. You felt like a child, crying at a man who barely noticed you, but you couldn’t help it. Sure, your father could’ve given you to some old, perverted man that would only use and abuse you in the long run. But when you found out Thor was the man you were meant to marry, you had been hopeful - out of Odin’s two sons, Thor was supposedly the nice one. But all you had seen from his was cold, calculating eyes and hatred.

You loved him, yes, but you didn’t want to spend the rest of your life being hated.

“Aren’t you going to take the dress off?” Thor asked, his back to you. It was the first time you’d heard him speak since he’d complimented that same dress - which coincidentally was some of the only words Thor had ever spoken to you.

You closed your eyes, trying to gather your emotions.

When you had yet to response, Thor turned around to see what was wrong only to see in fact that you were bent over yourself, tears falling from your eyes and just all together a wreck. His eyes widened and he took a hesitant step towards you. “What - why are you crying?”

You shook your head, hastily wiping at your tears and moving to stand up. You made sure to keep a distance from your newly-wed husband, shaking violently. “I’m sorry,” you apologized, trying to collect yourself. “I’m sorry, I should - Sorry,” you rambled, sounding even more like a fool. “I’m gonna...” You didn’t finished your sentence, instead just spun and headed towards the bathroom.

“Wait a moment,” Thor called, seemingly not ready to let this go. You froze in spot, not daring to turn around. “Why are you crying?”

You bit your lip, “it’s nothing.”

“Obviously it isn’t nothing,” Thor shook his head.

Turning around, you met his gaze sharply. “I didn’t ask for this either,” you suddenly whispered, afraid of your own words. “I was given to you by my own father, like - like some object! But I have been kind and patient, not once speaking out of turn - yet all you’ve done since you’ve met me is ignore me, chastise me and treat me exactly like my father does. Like I don’t matter.”

Thor’s eyes widened in response and he looked genuinely upset.

“I understand that you love another woman, Thor.” You mumbled, daring to gaze up at him, confident in your own words. “And that you’d rather be with her then me, but I am your wife now just as you are my husband. I have done my duty and will continue to, being kind and loving towards you but you can’t shut me out. You can’t ignore me. Do you know what that makes one feel like?” You asked, furrowing your brow. “It makes me feel like nothing.”

Silence echoed as you finished your speech and when you realized Thor wasn’t going to reply, you moved to turn. “I’ll just go, find another place to spend the night.” Though, you’re not sure how - considering it was your wedding night and usually, you spent the evening with your be-wedded.

But before you could leave a hand caught your wrist, keeping you still. You slowly gazed back at Thor, waiting for him to speak.

“I-I am sorry,” he forced out, as if afraid of his own words. If you hadn’t seen the sincerity in his gaze, you would’ve thought he was faking it. “I did not, in my own selfishness, realize how I was making you feel.”

You bit your lip, nodding as a signal that you accepted his apology. Thor took a step towards you, still holding onto your wrist and smiled down at you for the first time in months. “From now on I will try and be a husband to you, and learn to love you like a husband should love his wife.” Your eyes widened at his words, and Thor nodded. “Because yes, despite my actions, I do care for you Y/N.”

You smiled at his words, daring to let your hand fall on his cheek. “Okay.”

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Pairing: Thor Odinson x Reader, Bucky Barnes x platonic!Reader

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Chapter Thirteen:

Tomorrow was the day. Tomorrow, you’d either defeat Eskil or die trying. You weren’t sure what that would entail; how many people you’d have to fight, how many injuries you’d sustained. All you knew what that the past few weeks had led up to that moment.

But there were some things you had to deal with first.

You spent the first half of the day training rigorously with the Avengers. You were prepared for everything. Super strength, magic, tactical combat. In fact, you were over-prepared, in your opinion. When the afternoon came along, you showered quickly, ready to take a trip instead of rest, like everyone suggested.

You were quietly making your way toward the entrance when you were caught by Bucky. “Where are you going?”

You turned back to look at him, “Out.”

“Out?”

“I’m sorry. Am I a prisoner?” You snapped.

“No, of course not.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “You should just rest for tomorrow.”

You stared him down, not even trying to mask your suspicion. “You think I’m leaving? Like leaving leaving?”

Bucky shrugged dramatically and let out a quiet, incredulous chuckle, “I’ve known you since you were a kid, and yet, you’re still so unpredictable. How do I know that you’re not gonna walk out and try to do this by yourself?”

You cringed at his question. Just the thought of facing Eskil alone made you want to throw up. Whether it was the fact that you'd gotten closer to some Avengers or it was a tactical standpoint, you weren’t sure. “As much as I hate to admit it, I can’t do this alone. So no, I’m not leaving.”

“Y/N.” Bucky started. “I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if you got yourself hurt.”

“Your purpose in life is not to protect me, Bucky. You have nothing to make up for.”

“It’s not about a debt. We’re friends now, Crimson. Even if you can’t say it.”

You felt the corners of your mouth tugging upwards as you gave him a tiny smile. Friends were scarce for you. And sure, the friendship had come about in a twisted, messed up way, but you were friends nonetheless. If it came down to it, you’d lay your life down for him, and you knew he’d do the same. Having friends was weird, but it was definitely something you could get used to.

“I have somewhere to go.” You nodded. “I’ll be back later, I swear.”

You didn’t wait for a response from Bucky as you walked out the front door of the Tower, throwing your hood up. Entering the Avengers’ garage, you decided that Tony wouldn’t miss one of his many motorcycles as you hopped on. You pulled the helmet on and revved the engine just in time for Tony to come out. “I didn’t say you could use that.”

“Thanks, Tony!”

Tony rolled his eyes as he watched you ride away, but felt a small pang in his chest. Maybe I’m developing a sweet spot for her, he thought. As he walked back to the lab, he groaned in pain, clutching the side where you’d left a large bruise from training. He let out a sarcastic chuckle as he turned in the opposite direction and went to the medbay. “Or maybe not.” He muttered.

Meanwhile, you rode the motorcycle out if New York, onto the back roads that winded and were free of traffic. Just barely recognizing the road, you made the infamous left turn onto a dirt road that changed your life. You slowed the bike to a stop as you saw the pile of leaves and branches that, to the untrained eye, would look like a pile of leaves and branches. You stepped out of the car slowly, taking deep breaths as you inched towards the pile. You reached out a hand and pulled a branch away, your breath hitching as you recognized the old, rusting hatchback. Looking in the window, you could even see a few of your sisters’ old toys.

You stepped back, taking a deep breath as you clenched your fist. You looked into the glass and stared at your reflection. When you saw your eyes, glowing blue from your anger, you reared back and pushed forward, sending your fist through the glass. After examining the few small cuts on your knuckles, you reached in and unlocked the door so that you could slide inside.

As you sat in the backseat, you felt your breath quicken and your head start pounding. You blinked hard as you realized it was another flashback.

—

“So Y/N, you were excited when you came home.” Your father said as he drove along an unrecognizable road. “Something cool happened at school?”

Your brow furrowed as you lost focus, the drop of rain you’d been following lost forever. “Um, yeah. I learned a new song on the guitar.”

“That great!” Your mom smiled.

“How come we can’t play the guitar?” Harmony huffed.

“Because it’s mine.” You glared. “And every time I let you use something that’s mine, you break it.”

“Nuh-uh!” Melody answered loudly.

“No yelling.” Daniel reminded the twins. He looked at you softly in the rearview mirror as you slouched in your seat. He knew you were still upset about leaving our old life behind, and not having an explanation didn’t help. “Maybe you could teach your sisters how to play.”

You looked from your dad to the twins’ big doe eyes and sighed loudly. “Fine.” The two squealed as you continued over them, fighting back a smile. “But you can only play it when I’m with you.”

—

As your breathing evened out, you rubbed your thumb across your knuckles, finding the repeated movement soothing. Eyeing the toys on the car floor, you leaned over and picked them. You weren’t sure what they were; probably some character from a show the twins used to watch. All you knew was that was all you had left of them.

You got out of the car quickly and closed the door, determined to get this done as quickly as possible. You knew this trip would be emotional, so there was no need to make it harder.

You began walking, climbing over a few large stones and tree stumps to get to your first destination. A few minutes later, you arrived at the pond where you and your father used to go fishing. You looked out at the shimmering water, the sunlight reflecting off it and into your eyes. You squinted as you bent over to pick up a handful of rocks. When you stood back up, you tossed one in the air and caught it swiftly as you took a deep, shaky breath. “Hey, Dad.”

You angled your wrist to the side as you threw a rock and watched it skip at least six times. “Remember when we used to come out here after hunting and skip rocks? Guess now I know why mine always got further.”

You tossed another before you stood tall, looking up at the sky. “You were right. There are some terrible people out there. They wanna use your research for some evil shit.” You felt the wind blow a sharp, tough breeze as you chuckled weakly. “I’m grown, Dad. I’ll say shit if I want to.”

The wind died down after a few seconds. You skipped another rock, then another, before you spoke again. “I’m not gonna let them though. I know you probably don’t want me to. You want me to let the Avengers do it. But I have to, for us.”

You laughed quietly to yourself, “I never got to have a rebellious phase anyway.”

You prepared to skip another rock, but instead, let the rocks slip through your fingers and hit the ground with a few clicks. You tried not to look back as you walked away from the pond. “Bye Dad.”

—

You sat against a tree as you drew aimless patterns in the dirt. You threw a few blades of grass into that same brook from so long ago that carried the grass far away as you took a deep breath. You looked up at the sky, searching for any sign that someone might be listening, but sighed when you saw nothing. You threw your grass to the ground with a huff when you began to speak.

“Harmony, Melody, I know you both are up there ignoring me for shits and giggles, but I need you to listen to me for a second.”

The brook began to babble a bit louder as you continued softly, “I know we never got along. Siblings never do. But I loved you — I love you.”

“I should’ve heard that guy or told you to run or jumped in front of you. I don’t know.” You were fidgeting with your hands, your heart swelled with grief and guilt. “But I failed. And because I failed, you died. I’m sorry.”

You sniffed, wiping your tears before they could fall. “But I’m gonna make it right soon. I promise.”

Standing from the ground, you began walking toward the place where it all happened. You hesitated when you saw that cabin again. You hadn’t been there in so long. You weren’t sure that you wanted to go back in, but you knew that you had to. You took in all of its details although it was pretty much the same, just older and with more mold.

When you stepped up its stairs, they creaked ominously. You tried to ignore the feeling of nausea in the pit of your stomach and in the base of your throat. You didn’t want to live in the past, but, at this moment, you had no choice.

You opened the door and winced when you realized one of its hinges was still broken. You looked down at the broken floorboard and the blood stains that were still soaked into the wood. You sat down in front of the fireplace and pulled out a matchbook that you’d brought with you. You lit the kindle and let the fire flourish, relishing in its heat.

You took in a shaky breath and let it out slowly, “Hi Mom.”

“I, um, just found out you’re from a different realm. Wish you would’ve told me that; it explains why my skin is always so cold. I guess it’s pretty cool though.” You joked feebly. “And I met Uncle Nicholas. He’s cool, too. He misses you.”

You reach your hands out towards the fire and rubbed them together. “I miss you.”

Letting your mind wander, you unconsciously let yourself focus on the blood stain on the floor. You reached out your hand to touch it but quickly drew it back. “I know about Eskil. I swear to you, Mom, I’m gonna kill him.”

“But for the first time in my life, Mom, that scares me.” You said nervously. “Before now, I’ve never wanted to kill anyone. I killed because Hydra made me. But Eskil,” You paused, feeling anger flood through your veins. “I want to kill him. I want to see the life drain from his eyes, Mom. And that terrifies me. I don’t know who I’ll be after that.”

“I don’t know what killing him will make me.” You said, wiping away the tears that wet your cheeks. “But I have to do it. So here I am, one last time. This is who I am. How I want you to see me.”

You’d unconsciously lowered your voice to a whisper as you stared at the fire. “I don’t want you to see me become a monster.”

Standing up, you stared at the fire for a bit longer than you meant to. As you looked around the cabin once more, you realized that you could not bear to look at it. It reminded you time and time again of the day everything was taken from you.

You leaned over and grabbed a spare piece of wood from a pile of twigs and branches. You held to the fire and let it catch before pulling it away. As you walked out, you let your torch make contact with various pieces of furniture, the fires you were making never quite burning you.

When you stepped outside, the entire cabin was aflame. The sun was just beginning to set as the smoke whirled in the air, black ash mixing with it. You held your hand over your eyes as you squinted at the fire. You felt a strange sense of relief wash over as the fire engulfed everything that haunted you in your dreams. Every replay, every scream, every fight; you felt it slowly drip out of your mind.

“I love you, Mom.”

You knew it wasn’t gone forever, but it was gone for the moment. And as you glanced back at the fire one last time while walking away, you came to the conclusion that that was okay.

—

You sat on the roof of the Avengers tower, dreading tomorrow. Tomorrow was it. You were supposed to defeat Eskil, whatever that meant. The uncertainty of what was supposed to happen killed you. You could succeed. You could die.

All you had left was today.

You watched as the sunset on the horizon. You could feel the bright yellow sun shining on side of your face, the other susceptible to the shadows. You watched as the sky’s colors molded together. The yellows and the pinks and oranges all blending together to create a sense of calmness that you didn’t really want.

You wanted to be on edge, to be ready to do whatever was necessary to win. But watching the sunset before your very eyes made you feel like you could rest.

You weren’t sure if you were happy or sad about that.

You heard heavy footsteps coming towards you, but you didn’t turn to look. You knew who it was. “What is it, Thor?”

“How did you know it was me?” He said from behind you.

“It’s always you.” You mumbled to yourself as you shrugged. “I don’t suppose I can avoid you this time.”

“You can. But you haven’t moved.”

You saw him sit next to you in your peripheral vision. He watched the sunset with you for a minute or two before looking at you. He took note of how the sunlight highlighted your features, your skin almost shining. He never noticed how magnificent your Y/E/C eyes looked in the light. He took a deep breath, then spoke, “Tell me the truth.”

“I could if you asked a question.” You retorted, turning to look at him. You knew what he was asking. You just didn’t want to answer. You were afraid to.

He deadpanned, “Does being sarcastic ever become tiring?”

“No.”

“Tell me the truth.” He repeated, his head lolling between his shoulders.

You resisted the urge to pull your knees to your chest as you sighed. That would show vulnerability, and you couldn’t do that. Not even with him. You cleared your throat, “The truth is, I can’t lie to you. And you can’t lie to me.”

Thor hummed in agreement.

“I feel,” You cringed a bit. Talking about your feelings was unusual for you. “I feel something, I think. For you. Something I’ve never felt before. Something I’m not sure I like.”

“I feel it, too.” He assured you.

“So?”

“What?”

“What the hell does that mean?” You asked. “I’ve never had to deal with… emotions. I don’t know what to do about this.”

“This?” Thor asked.

“This feeling in the pit of my stomach every time I look at you!” You groaned. “I want it gone.”

He chuckled, “It doesn’t work that way.”

“Why not?”

“Feelings aren’t just going to go away because you want them to. Trust me, I know. Sometimes, you must act on them.”

You felt your muscles tense as you clung to your legs. Acting on your feelings meant showing vulnerability. You’d been taught all your life that vulnerability is a bad thing, that it would be your downfall. You willed yourself to stay strong and to avoid showing all your pent-up emotions. “No.”

“And there’s your problem.” Thor pointed out. “Whatever connection we have cannot be fought, Y/N. So why bother?”

“I can’t.” You said as you cleared your throat.

Thor glanced over your features once more when it dawned on him. “You’re afraid to try.”

You turned your head to look at him. He had a look in his eye that bordered between seriousness and playfulness, a line that was too blurry to define. “I’m not afraid.” You told him.

“Then try.”

You weren’t sure how long you both just sat looking at each other. You could practically swim in the ocean that was his eyes. You didn’t register yourself leaning forward when you saw his eyes flicker down to your lips. You heard his breath catch when your noses touched and nuzzled together. Then, you closed the gap, softly pressing your lips to his as if the wind had given you a little nudge.

It was a short kiss and your first. (Or at least the first you could remember.)

You parted briefly and looked at each other, your eyes locking the both of you in that moment. You took the initiative to kiss him again, this time pulling him into something much deeper. Your lips moved together languidly as you placed on hand on his bicep and snuck the other up to his hair. You relished in the rumble of his chest as he groaned when you tugged on the short locks.

You gasped as he lifted you off the ground and placed you on his lap, all without breaking the kiss. He seized the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth and slide it across your own. The feeling was out of the ordinary for you, but you couldn’t deny that you liked it.

You felt his hands travel over the expanse of your back, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. Your skin was still cold as it pressed to Thor’s, but he didn’t seem to mind. If anything, it added to the delight of the kiss.

When you were both out of breath, you pulled away. Your chest heaved as he looked into your eyes and chuckled. Eyeing his soft, swollen pink lips, your brow furrowed, “What?”

“It seems that your eyes also glow when you are,” He paused, searching for the right word. “Excited.”

You felt a burning heat creep up your neck and spread to your cheeks. You could feel your blood pounding in your ears while you cleared your throat. You untangled your limbs from his and took your seat next to him. You looked back out to the setting sun. “Don’t tell anyone.” You said, sounding more like a request than a demand.

He didn’t bother trying to hide his smile as he watched the sunset with you. “I would not dream of it.”

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