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Who should I write next?

I have many drafts, and I need help picking who I want to write next, so pick a character out of my hat!

I'm letting this poll go for a day cause a week is too long. Thank you!

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[saynotoshityouhate]

^^me charging in and seeing a whole bunch of reads and notes on my Professor Hulk fic “For Science”

Check out the five chapter series here!

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

You can find a few more Bruce Banner/Hulk/Professor Hulk pieces in my Masterlist!

Thanks for reading! xoxo, SNTSYH

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[stormruff]

I FEEL THE EUPHORIA

Crossover: Marvel Cinematic Universe and Euphoria.

Warnings: drugs, curse, overdose, daddy issues, and if I forgive other sorry.

Bruce would be Professor Hulk/Smart hulk.

Rue is MJ's sister.

How did this all happen? Niether you know. as a child your father abandoned you when you were five. Despite being created by a billionaire genius, you still had problems. Everything piled up, the hatred you had for your father, the Bullying you suffered from Flash Thompson and Liz Allan for not being like them. As much as Peter and Mj picked their fights, it wasn't enough.

But your life change when you met Rue, she understand you,she introduced you to drugs, she gave you a direction.

You lived two lives. From a side the sweet Y/n Banner, with a bright future ahead of her, an Avenger. On a other side, Y/n Banner, a druggie, nerd, popular.

With the return of his father things only get worse he is not very present, but when he is, he gets to be "invasive". And finding out about his adventures with Rue would put everything in jeopardy.

— Hey druggies! — you arrive in the alley near the school with a backpack.

— the dirty talking about the badly washed — Fezco says lighting a cigarette.

— I'm still not — you sit down —Rue — you hug the girl who hands her the heroin.

— not cocaine? — Rue says

— I haven't touched this beauty in over two weeks — you inhale the substance

— And where are you been? — Ash indaged

— she has to keep the good girl profile — says Eliot — next news: the avenger Y/n Banner is a junkie — he laughs.

— First: It would not be y/n banner — you say — It would be the daughter of scientist Bruce banner has toxicology problems. Go to hell. — you arch your head back — Rue, the pin — you were referring to the cocaine that is delivered to her.

— Is it weird that we only know who you really are? no shadows. - Fezco says looking at you.

— They know a sweet girl, who puts up with anything. — you look up — Everyone hides something. Everybody lies.

— I lie to Mj that I like her boyfriend — rue says with a laugh.

You loved those moments together, they turned into nights.

— y/n how can you hide all this from your father? —Fezco breaks the laughter

— he has his life, he doesn't care. As he never cared, he abandoned me, forgot my fucking existence, and now he comes back wanting to be my father.

— I wanted my dad to come back…— Rue says

A noise was heard. You stop what you were doing.

— did you hear that? says Ash the most sober of them.

— you don't have to be sober to listen. - Eliot stands up.

The noises intensified, the steps started to be heavy, soon you were on your feet.

— What the fuck is going on? - Fezco says looking at you who shook Rue's hand while trying to pull the gun that was kept in the backpack.

— we'd better run away... what if it's the police? - Ash said nervously. Everyone agrees Fezco and Ash are the first to leave. Soon Eliot runs off.

— Rue go. — you say but she squeezes your hand even tighter — you go first — you point the way for her to follow when you see a shadow getting bigger — Rue! - you scream she tries to run but she stumbles.

— Well, Well, Well who I find here... —says the figure as Rue backtracked — Y/n Banner... What are you doing here? — your chest rose and fell.

— abomination... — you were apparently calm but your voice was cracking — what do you want?

— may your father pay for what he did...

— I only take it up my ass because of him! — you discreetly move your hand to the backpack — but if you want to kill me, let her go.

— and where is the fun in that? — he laughs

You manage to reach at least one explosive and throw it in Emil's face. You help rue to his feet, draw the pistol and throw the backpack on the floor. Rue climbs on top of a trash can near the wall and jumps over it. So you do the same.

You run down the alley until you reach the sidewalk. You stopped for five seconds until you heard the sound of Blonsky breaking through the wall and running after you.

— I know a place. — says Rue and you follow her down the sidewalk until you're in the middle of the street. — he's catching up with us. — you look back and see the Abomination coming closer. you shoot the hydrant next to Blonsky which slows him down then you shoot the power wire that falls on top of it.

You arrive at an alley that Rue guided you to. She goes up the fire escapes quickly followed by you.

— where are we going, Rue? — you said

— hide. — Rue says running upstairs — owes me two pins — you look back and see Blonsky crashing down the stairs causing the stairs to bend

— run! — You run to the roof of the building. — Perfect Rue! We are going to die!

— look! —Rue Points to a space below the pipes, it was small but you would fit. Rue crawls under the pipes and you follow.

Rue would squeeze your hand as you heard the monster's footsteps approaching, you tried to look calm but you were terrified, but deep down deep inside you wanted him to find you, the only reason you didn't get sober was because you thought only in suicide.

— We're going to get out of here and we're going to get high together Rue, I promise… — You bring your face close to hers when they hear the roar of the Abomination. He passed by all sides while you were very silent.

He got close to where you were, fear took over you. He was getting closer to the point where his footsteps were winding in her face.

He got close and it looked like he was going to burst the pipes, until something pulled Blonsky out of there. Rue tries to scream but you cover her mouth, making her scream muffled. The noises and punches ceased and again steps turned towards you still a bit of heroin in your pocket you reached and placed it in your hand. If you were going to die, you would die stoned. You inhale the powder together and a smile comes to your lips and a kiss would ensue.

— Y/n? — a familiar voice called you, making you mumble.

— Shit! I fucked up.— you whisper looking at Rue who comes out of hiding first. You follow her. — Dad.

— Are you god? — your dad asks and you nod -- Y/n, What you doing in Queens? 

-- I came to study with Peter, MJ and her sister in this case here. — You point at Rue. Your voice was a little cracked from the drug.

— Miss Jones — Bruce greets Rue who nods. — Well, I think better, you came out your home. He will wake up faster.

— I kind of live in this building. So I'm coming down, see you tomorrow and pay me huh? — rue  opens a door that leads directly to the apartments.

You and your father walked down from the terrace, where you were trying to look sober, when clearly the last thing you were...

— since when do you met Peter's sister-in-law?

— And does it matter? — you said harshly, your life didn't matter to him. And the drugs made you too sincere.

 — matters a lot. - Bruce says stopping immediately and you didn't stop. You weren't having the discernment for that. — Y/n, tell me the truth now. I know you're lying, because Peter is in the tower with MJ -- your heart was about to burst out of your chest when you felt Bruce coming after you, you ran as fast as you could as he was about to reaching you realized the alley you were in before the confusion and remembered that before everything Ash sold you several substances... it was today that you died of an overdose. So a shot at the lamppost delayed his father

When jumping over the wreckage of the wall you saw your backpack and took it and hid behind a car and began to inhale the heroin bag by bag until he lost his sense of reality. Your life was over, what moral would the avengers give to a drug addict now? You'd spend days in a fucking toxicology clinic and then die of an overdose.

You've thought about killing yourself every day, but you've never felt more like it than now. The drugs were burning your neurons more and more leaving you half dead. Bruce screamed his name louder and louder while you laughed or moaned softly.

Bruce saw your shadow and ran towards it.

-- Y/n you will... -- Bruce tries to scold you but he sees you in that situation -- Y/n you will... Oh my God. -- He tries to get you on his lap, but you push him away.

-- What?! -- you laugh -- are you caring with me? 

-- I will always care about you. -- you laugh again, but you look at your father with a look he's never seen before.

-- don't joke! -- you turn the eyes to the ground -- where are you been when I needed you? Where are you been in my worst moment? Who give me the hapiness? Was it you? No. Was Rue, Always been Rue. -- you stagger to your feet and Bruce put his arms around you. -- But do you want know the truth?! Do You want to know the fucking truth?! -- your body was shutting down, but you had to keep going, you had to say it. -- I felt the Euphoria. - Bruce noticed a greenish in his eyes. A greenish he knew. you laugh and fall into your father's arms.

-- Y/n?! -- Bruce looks down at his passed out body in his arms -- Y/n speak to me, please!

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[jaehyunsbreadbasket]

Kinktober '22 Day 9: Smart Hulk

Prompt: Shapeshifting/Monster Fucking

Word Count: 531

Synopsis: Bruce's partner begged him to fuck them in his Hulk form. They learn that they should be careful what they wish for.

Consists of: Dom!SmartHulk, AFABSub!Reader, Size kink, Monster fucking essentially (Smart Hulk to Regular Hulk), Brief pain from the dick being too big, Finger sucking, Brief gagging, Reader gets fucked dumb

I had seriously overestimated my endurance, and the size of my pussy, that was grossly clear to me now. Here I lay, legs spread as wide as possible on the bed, Bruce's big, green cock squeezing inside of me. I had been begging Bruce for days to fuck me in his Hulk form, craving the feeling of a huge dick stretching me out, the sight of his huge, viridescent body hovering above me. To be honest it hurt like hell, but at the same time, it felt too good to want him to stop.

My pussy clenches around him without my control, as if it had a mind of it's own, as if it was trying to push him out. The intelligent monster lets out a big, boisterous moan at the sensation, but notices the twisted expression on my face, "I told you that you wouldn't be able to handle it sweetie. Now look at you, I'm only a quarter into your cunt and you're already spasming around me," Bruce's large verdant hand strokes my face in a way I'm sure is meant to be soft, but the weight of his hand as well as his cock just feels so heavy.

"I c-can handle it. It feels good," and it really does, the stretch is absloutly delicious, and when I look beyond the pain, the feeling of his cock repeatedly hitting my cervix is toe curling.

The way that Bruce is rocking into me, gigantic body making me hit the headboard with every thrust. He stares at me intensely with his glass covered eyes, his lips twisting into a smile.

"W-want your fingers" I whimper to Bruce, he stabilizes his enormous figure before he allows one of his massive digits to slip between my lips. I immediately gag as he hits the back of my throat, slob already drooling around my mouth.

"FUCK!" Bruce roars out, a voice not entirely his own booming around the room. He begins to piston his hips into me now, his whole cock still not fitting inside me, the bulge popping out of my stomach showing he's as far in as he can go. My whole body shakes as he loses control, thrusting into me relentlessly. The sounds that come out of his mouth are loud and angry, I can see the shift in his eyes, I'm not being fucked by Bruce anymore.

"Shit, shit, shit!" I scream after The Hulk pulls his fingers out of my mouth, takes off Bruce's glasses and smashes them, throwing them across the room. It feels like his cock has gotten even bigger and my body is beginning to feel numb. I'm so close, and at this point my mind is completely checked out.

"Cumming...cumming...cum-" and suddenly, I'm seeing white, my pussy convulsing around the colossal, inhumane, phallus inside of me.

The Hulk lets out another thunderous sound, and abruptly, I feel even more full than I did before. Huge ropes of hot semen painting my insides, "B-Bruce..." I call out.

"No. No Bruce," The Hulk responds to me.

I close my eyes and allow myself to drift off, hoping that Bruce will return by the time I wake up.

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Prompt from: @waterkelpies

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BRUCE BANNER HEADCANON

ABOUT HIMSELF

HIM AS A BROTHER

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[sassypossumm]

Finally

Art cred: mao0047 on X (they're really so good...)

FINALLY getting around to cleaning out my inbox, to the lovie that requested Professor!Miguel x Student this one's for you (made reader a TA grad student) MDNI TW: smut,brief mention of child's death, infidelity, P in V,degredation

"Professor? You in here?" Knocking on the heavy door, you frowned when you got no response.

He always did this.

Miguel O'Hara, stodgy genetics prof that he was, had a bad habit of falling down research rabbit holes. And when he did, you might as well have been dealing with the absent minded professor.

Sighing, you shoved open the door and stepped inside, immediately taken aback by the musty smell and horribly dim light. As your eyes adjusted to the light, your heart squeezed at the sight.

When you'd first started this TA program, you'd dreaded your assignment. Genetics?! You'd balked. What on earth did you know about genetics?!

Then you'd met your assigned professor.

Miguel O'Hara, genetics 101 prof. The man was a giant, disheveled, socially awkward, cerebral...teddy bear.

There was no other way to put it. One look at those wide, tired, gorgeous brown eyes and you knew you were sunk. Now, leaning against thr door frame, watching his hulking frame dwarf the dingy hole of an office, you couldn't stop the thundering of your heart.

You cleared your throat, and Miguel's head shot up. You stifled a smile at the way his glasses slid down his nose, and made note of the sheer exhaustion etched into his features. He looked far beyond his 38 years, in fact, he looked ready to be carved into the side of Mount Rushmore alongside the stony faced founding fathers.

"How long you been in here, Professor?" At your concerned tone, Miguel leaned back in his chair and pinched the bridge of his nose. Stepping into the space, you struggled to not let your eyes wander to the way his frame practically swallowed his chair as he man spread.

Sitting across from him, you busied yourself with papers as he ran a hand through his hair and groaned. You rubbed your thighs together, trying not to imagine what those gorgeous thighs of his might feel like braced on either side of you as you-

"Y/N?"

"Huh?" The sound of his voice shot through you, bringing you back to the present. Looking up, you met his eyes, and took in his expectant stare. Clearly he'd been trying to get your attention. Your cheeks heated at your foolish thoughts. Blinking hard, you pushed down the unrealistic notions.

There was no way a man like Miguel O'Hara would ever be interested in you. After all, hadn't you been throwing out hints half the semester.... and after that last poetry session you'd both attended...maybe Hobie was right...you were reading more into the lingering stares than was actually there.

"Yes, professor," You cleared your throat. "I'm sorry, I wasn't listening." Miguel gave you a tired smile and pulled off his bifocals.

"It's okay, Y/N. I remember my last week of finals before I received my PHD."

"Did you get your PHD before or after Fred Flinstone received his?" His eyes creased at the corners at your light banter.

"Before, you smart ass, who do you think tutored him?" He said with a conspiratorial grin. Of all the things you'd done and accomplished in thr past year, this was what you'd miss thr most.

The easy familiarity you and Miguel had slipped into. After papers were graded, and everything was organized, you'd occasionally relax and just... talk. Over a cup of coffee, and even at his house once or twice, you'd just talk.

It was crazy to think just how familiar you'd become with his life. Over the past several months, he'd begun opening up more and more. About his first girlfriend, how he'd left her for his brother's girlfriend. You'd been struck at the thought of the Miguel you knew cheating on anybody...it seemed such an alien idea.

Then he'd shown you the pictures of his daughter, Gabi. The daughter who'd been cruelly taken from him in a car accident. Your heart had broke. To have something so tragic happen, and then to top it off, his wife blamed him for the whole thing.

Youd tried to assure him that it clearly hadn't been his fault, but he'd stiffened and shook off your attempts. On thst one, you'd backed down. He'd put up a clear boundary, and you hadn't wanted to push him away.

Miguel, however, had no qualms about dragging his ex wife through the verbal mud, and venomously at that. From the way he spoke, it was obvious he had no remaining good will for the woman who'd blamed him for his daughters death, and insulted him at every turn for his supposed 'giving up' when he'd begun gaining weight.

Your blood still boiled when you thought about it. The woman was hurting, but that hadn't given her thr right to hurt Miguel. Righteous indignation burned in your belly as you looked at the tured, beautiful man across from you.

He deserved the world.

"Professor,"

"Please, Miguel, we're practically colleagues." He said, stretching his arms above his head.

Now that was odd...

Miguel had always been very strict about remaining professional. Come to think of it, he'd been calling you by your first name since you'd entered... maybe...

"Professor, I don't think that's very," he cut you off with a pointed look.

"Next fall you'll be just as much a professor as I am."

"Shakespearean Poetry and the Romantics can hardly be considered of equal value to genetics." You balk, but not for long. Miguel leaned forward and looked at you intently.

"Poetry is just as valuable as genetics, if not more so." You opened your mouth to argue, but the look in his eyes quieted you. The eyes were thr same, that visible exhaustion seemed a permanent addition to his features, but there was something...something different.

There was an unfamiliar intensity dancing in those deep pools of brown you'd fallen for. Before, you'd adoring thought of his eyes like those of a big puppy, but now...now the only phrase that came to mind was 'bedroom eyes'. You shivered at both the thought, and the electricity you felt growing between you.

On your end, you'd always known that draw existed,but youd never dreamt this giant teddy bear felt the same.

"Professor," Your tone was breathy. His brow raised slightly.

"Miguel." He instructed simply. Your tongue stuck to the rood of your mouth, and your skin grew warmer.

"Miguel." You murmured. He hummed, and you felt a thrill of pride run of your spine at the idea that you'd pleased him. "What, um, what is, what are we," He silenced you with another seerimg look.

"I'm socially awkward, Y/N," he gave you a warm smile. "But not entirely oblivious." Sliding his hand across the table, he grazed your fingers with his thumb. "I'd have to be entirely ignorant to ignore this...spark, if you will, that exists between us."

You shuddered at the contact, your eyes fluttering shut at his husky tone. A deep rumble went through his chest and he raised your fingers to his lips.

"Why wait so long?" You chanced a look at him, and felt your breathing shallow. He smiled against your fingers, and drew your thumb into his mouth, sucking softly, before withdrawing it, nipping the tip teasingly.

Where on earth did this man come from, and what had he done with your Miguel?

"For one thing, it hardly seemed prudent to risk either of our positions for something that was so clearly more than a one time fuck." He said calmly, turning over your hand to kiss thr inside of your wrist. You shuddered at his calculated tone and bit back a sound.

"You don't want to fuck me?" Your voice wavered, the words no more than a breath. Miguel's eyes darkened, and a predatory grin slowly morphed his features from placid genetics teacher to something...lewder.

"Oh, I want to fuck you, hermosa." He purred, sucking at your fluttering pulse point. "But I also want to make love to you, decadently." His lips dance up your arm. "Voraciously."

He stands, leaning over the table to dwarf you completely, pressing delicate kisses along your shoulder and up your neck. "Over. And over. And over again." His voice rumbles low in your ear, sending tendrils of arousal straight to your core.

Your head falls to the side, invitingly. You're not entirely certain what's come over him, but you're not about to question it. A whimper escapes your mouth as he finally turns your face up towards his with a firm hand on your jaw.

"For another thing," he breathed against your lips. "I wanted to see who'd break first."

"You." His lips quirk momentarily at your quip.

"Si, nena. You prove to be quite stubborn." He growls the final word before capturing your lips with his. You moan softly, and when his tongue brushes against yours, you surrender completely.

Whining desperately, you rake your fingers through his hair and tug wantonly at his shirt as his tongue expertly coaxed a litenty of primal praises from your throat. His hand slid down your jaw to enclose gently around your throat, and he groaned as your moans and whimpers sent vibrations through his fingers.

You trid tugging him across the desk, but Miguel simply grunted, tearing his mouth away from yours to press bruising sucks and kisses down the column of your throat. You whined at began unbuttoning his shirt.

"Ah-ah" Miguel growled, catching your hand in his. Biting down on your collar bone, he pulled back and looked at you. "Greedy little thing... we do this my way."

His way meant bending you over the desk, wrists held behind your back in one of his large hands as he took you mercilessly from behind.

"Th-this the fucking you mentioned?" You panted between thrusts, groaning when the base of his cock grazed your clit. Miguel hissed at the way your walls fluttered in response to the stimulation and slowed his pace, wrapping his free hand around the back of your neck, pushing your further into the desks surface.

"Callarse la boca." He grunted, picking up his speed. Miguel's hips slapped against your ass, accompanied by his occasional moan and your profuse broken sounds of pleasure. The erotic sounds seemed to spur him on, and his grip on your neck tightened as he released your wrists to slap your ass soundly. You cried out, clenching around his deliciously hard cock.

"You like that?" He growled, slapping your ass again. "You like being fucked like a slut?" Your eyes squeezed shut and you moaned. He reased your neck and gripped your hair, turning your face roughly as he continued steadily pounding into you.

"Answer me." He hissed, slapping your ass again. You like being fucked like this? Like my own personal cock sleeve?" Your breathing was labored and you moaned weakly. You could feel the veins of his cock as he brushed passed your g-spot with ever thrust.

"I, Uh-huh, so good, Miggy...." He groaned at your needy tone. "Please, need, need it, so bad..." You whimpered, thrumming and flushed, teetering on the edge of climax.

"Shhh. I got you, bebita. I'll give you what you need." He shushed you, pressing a tender kiss to your temple before grabbing your hips and pulling you back into his thrusts. You cried out as his cock bullied your clit and pussy with quick rhythmic thrusts.

"I'm gonna, Migs," You babbled, scrambling for purchase on anything to cling to. Folding himself over you, Miguel laced his hands over yours and murmured nonsensical praises in your ear, not letting up on his punishing pace.

"Let go, I got you."

With those words, you toppled over the edge, twitching and shuddering as you came all over his cock, and went boneless against the desks surface, lost in a haze of white hot pleasure as your walls clamped around his cock like a vice. Miguel groaned and his hips stuttered before his cock twitched, and he came soon after you, filling the condom with his cum.

Sighing heavily, Miguel scooped you into his arms before flopping back in his chair. Cleanup and damage control would be a job for later. Right now, you were sat, warm and sated in his arms.

And that was enough for him.

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[eydi-andrius]

Ours, huh. (Malleus Draconia x Reader)

a/n: just an exercise after my long break. also, malleus was so adorable at the current event. where he came three hours early so he will not miss his first vacation outside briar valley

cw/tw: unedited, pure brainrot for malleus

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"I definitely heard that thunder loud and clear." Cater nervously laughed and looked outside the window of the mirror chamber.

It was true though. The once beautiful morning slowly turns dim as dark clouds with lightning crawl out and hide the sun.

"Wow! I've never seen Tsunotarou make that kind of expression before. Look! He's turning really scary." Grim grimaced and made sure to move closer to you as he watched Malleus' expression turn darker and scarier. The more you stare at his hulking stature, the louder the thunder outside.

Jamil was not at fault though for making Malleus angry. A royalty without an escort to a public event will surely be a problem. A national security level of problem. You're actually weirded out that Sebek wasn't here wreaking havoc because Malleus will go out alone. Lilia probably has him on a chokehold.

"Why was that? Draconia has been here for three hours. I think he was that excited to join you today." Crowley, just like how useless he was, emphasizes how much Malleus has been looking forward to this trip, more than doing his job as a professor and interfering with the problem at hand.

You watch Malleus' mood turning sour, as he hears the professor's words, and Jamil trying his best to make his point across when you hear Trey coughed behind you. You looked back at him and Trey nodded at where Malleus was standing. A frown was your only response, wondering what he meant. His only reply was an exasperated sigh when you did not understand him. He then opened his mouth to speak without sound, mouthing about Malleus again but you're far too slow to understand that too.

Done with the way you and Trey danced with each other, Cater held your shoulders, and forcefully made you look back again at Malleus. As you turn, a loud crack of thunder hits near the school that makes you flinch. It took you awhile to regain your composure but once you got yourself together, you almost choked in fear on how furious Malleus is looking right now.

If he was in his dragon form, he probably would have eaten and swallowed Jamil – whole.

Not giving you enough time, Cater pushed you towards Malleus and you tripped in front of him. Good thing his reflexes were fast and he was able to catch you on time. The air of anger and malice immediately vanished and his eyes softened as he looked at you.

Ah! They want me to take care of Malleus for them. These Heartslabyul friends of yours. You wonder if they were truly your friends or they were just using you when they needed your help. Tsk.

"Child of man, are you alright?" Tone soft and calm, he asked you. He even checked if you have any scratches from your accidental tripping.

"I am fine, Tsunotarou. Was it true that you waited for three hours here?" When Malleus blushed at your question, you also blushed in return.

"I did. I was afraid I would miss it so I woke up earlier than the agreed time."

Still a little excessive though. Was the thought inside your head but you know too well that Malleus' fear was valid. Somehow, even with his tall stature, people always miss him out or completely forget him. It always has been a mystery to you, especially when you never forget to invite him in everything you do. It wasn't that hard.

"You must be tired waking up that early. But I'm so glad you're coming with us today. Right, Jamil?" You looked at Jamil, who looked like any minute now he would pee in distress. So with your eyes, you silently begged him to just agree.

With no other choice, and with the incestent of Kalim, he agreed.

Glad that everything worked out, you intertwined your arms to Malleus' right arm.

"Let's enjoy our first vacation outside NRC, shall we?" You asked him with a broad smile and a tilt of your head.

He looks surprised at first with the gesture. His eyes wide and mouth agape. But when he got himself back, he gave you a sly grin.

"Ours, huh. Well, let's enjoy it together then." He gave you a smile and you did not fail to notice how the flowers seemed to bloom and the sun shone brighter outside before the mirror took you all to your destination.

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[azsazz]

Structure of the Gods

Modern!Cassian x Reader

Summary: Figure drawing class is normally not something to write home about. But today, the nude model just happens to be the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen...and your best friend Feyre knows him.

Warnings: Nudity, sexual themes.

Word Count: 2,382

Notes: Here’s the Cass I promised this weekend. The trifecta is complete! 💙

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“(Y/N)!”

The breath whooshes out of your body for two reasons. One, because you’d stopped so abruptly in the doorway to the drawing room that your best friend, Feyre, had slammed into your back.

And two, because of the fucking God standing before you.

He’s clothed in a robe that you’ve become accustomed to the models wearing for your drawing; the thin, gray cotton stretching over the expanse of his broad shoulders. He’s so tall that it nearly shows his ass – cut short like he’d ordered the incorrect size – and you think that if he turns around you might be able to see the tip of his–

Feyre shoves you forward. You stumble into the room, nearly tripping over your feet because you can’t seem to look away from the hulking figure who’s turning his head at your friend's hiss of your name.

“Cassian?” Feyre’s scold dies on her lips, her tone perking up at the sight of him.

You remember him, of course you do. He’s everything you’ve ever dreamed of and more. Unruly brunet hair that’s been thrown haphazardly into a knot at the back of his head. You wonder if he’s just that effortless that his hair turned out to be that perfect or if it had taken years of practice. Loose strands frame his strong jaw and he tucks a lock behind his ear as he recognizes Feyre, face splitting into a wild grin that makes your knees weak and your heart trip.

“Fey,” he exclaims excitedly, bounding closer. You swallow harshly, heart stuttering at his beauty. The nearer he gets the taller he becomes, towering over the both of you. He doesn’t hesitate to pull your friend into a bear hug, and when he straightens you have to crane your neck back so far it almost hurts. “What are you doing here?”

You clutch your sketchbook tighter to your chest, drinking in the tree of a man before you. 

Cassian.

From the front, the robe hardly closes over his tanned chest, large pectorals peeking out from the cloth. You can make out the curve of his body, the slopes leading down to his tight waist where the belt is tied in a lazy knot, like he’s not worried that his bulky muscles will snap it right in half to expose him.

“I’m in this class,” she laughs easily, but there’s a pink tinge to her cheeks, “Although I didn’t know you were going to be a part of it.”

Cassian shrugs easily, winking, “Nothing you haven’t seen before, little one.”

You have to choke back the gasp that crawls its way up your throat, eyes flying wide as you stare at Feyre, who’s shaking her head quickly, stumbling over her response.

Her glance flickers to you and you catch the realization in her eyes. She tucks her arm with yours and tugs you closer as she changes the subject.

“Cassian, this is (Y/N). I think you’ve met before. At Rhys’ last party?”

And those breath-taking hazel eyes slide to you, examining you slowly. It makes your face heat and your grip on your book tightens, palms sweaty.

“Yeah,” he murmurs, a sparkle in those earthy eyes, “I’d never forget a pretty face like that.”

Your cheeks grow hot with an embarrassed blush but you don’t have time to respond, nearly jumping under his heavy gaze when your professor calls for everyone’s attention.

“That’s me,” Cassian grins, flashing perfect teeth, “See you later.”

You release a breath you didn’t know you were holding as you and Feyre scramble to your seats, putting your bag and books down and making your way to get the large drawing pads you keep stowed in the room so you don’t have to lug them around campus three times a week.

“You know him?” you ask, incredulously, passing her her drawing pad and reaching for your own.

Feyre smirks, nudging your shoulder, “Yeah, he’s one of Rhys’ friends. Interested?”

You glance over your shoulder to where he’s speaking with your professor. He’s nearly an entire head taller than the man running the class, explaining how the time will be split – one minute warm ups, a fifteen minute session, and the rest of the two hours will be spent in one pose so you can all work on drawing the full human form.

You’re very interested. Had been when he’d had his tongue shoved down your throat in the middle of the makeshift dance floor is Rhysand’s basement. He’d been called away before things could go further, as the reigning champion of the longest keg-stand he had to keep his crown once Azriel had surprised everyone with a whopping twenty–two seconds, and you hadn’t even been able to snag his number in your haze.

You hadn’t seen him around campus after that no matter how badly you wanted to.

But now, setting up your drawing pad, flipping to an open page as you sit on your bench next to Feyre, you’re about to see much more than you had imagined.

“Slightly,” you shrug at Feyre’s questioning stare. She scoffs, rolling her eyes as she pulls out her charcoal and kneaded eraser.

Your mouth goes dry and you snap your charcoal in half as the robe slips from his tanned shoulders, unveiling the marble statue of a man underneath.

Rippling muscles line his body, corded and thick in all of the right places. You can’t help it, staring unabashed because he’s turned away from you, your eyes falling from the inky whorls of tattoos across his shoulders, down through the cavern of the muscle lining his spine, all the way down to his tight ass.

The one minute alarm jars you from your stupor. Feyre notices your blank drawing pad, the crumbled charcoal in the palm of your sweaty hand, laughing under her breath as Cassian changes poses.

You avert your gaze as he turns, quickly rifling through your pencil case for another stick of charcoal.

You can feel his eyes on you as you put the chalk to your paper, and you hardly look away from those glowing eyes as you roughly sketch, trying to relax as much as you can with the obvious tension between the both of you.

The alarm is off again and he’s shifting, putting a foot up on a block and bending over slightly, resting his forearms over his folded knee. Your charcoal slides across your paper in a fluid motion as you draw the curve of his spine, much more confident now that his eyes aren’t watching you work.

After a few more rounds of quick studies there’s a short break where all of the students turn to a fresh page while the professor talks to the model, instructing him on his positioning for the longer fifteen minute focus.

Feyre leans over, a glint in her eyes and an amused smirk on her lips, “We did ten minutes, why do you only have nine drawings?” Her question is innocent but her face is anything but.

“Shut up, Fey,” you grumble, cheeks pinking as you flatten down your paper.

She giggles and then your professor announces the beginning of the fifteen minutes.

You lose yourself in the quiet of the classroom, nothing but the sounds of long strokes or chalk against paper, the scratch of quick sharp lines being drawn in. You have a view of Cassian’s backside again, so it’s much easier for you to focus on your work.

You draw the contours of his muscle, packed on layer upon layer from years of hard work put in, your fingers rubbing in the dark soot to your drawing pad, wishing they were sliding against that perfectly smooth, tanned skin.

It’s easy to draw his form, and you find yourself sketching in his dark ink, pulling out the highlights of the fluorescent lights beaming harshly on his shoulders, drawing the fly away hairs from his bun. You wish he’d take it down so you can draw it cascading over his shoulders and back like you imagined.

The timer rings and the professor calls for a break before the last long drawing. You dust the charcoal from your fingers, admiring the expanse of Cassian’s arms as he tugs on the robe.

Feyre stands to stretch, shooting you a knowing look, which you ignore in favor of digging out your water bottle from your bag, drinking down a much needed sip.

“You like him,” she sing–songs in a low voice to you, a grin on her face.

You’re thankful that Cassian is occupied with the professor, asking questions about how he’ll be posed for the remaining time.

“Can we not do this right now? Please?” you beg, frowning at your friend.

She raises her hands in surrender, “Fine, fine. But might I just say that I think he likes you too.” Her head tilts in his direction and your gaze cuts to where he’s talking to the professor, eyes darting away from yours when you turn.

You bite back a smile and Feyre winks at you.

Cassian lies down for the last session, on an air mattress covered with what you hope is a clean sheet.

Of course, you are sitting right before his…well-equipped package. 

He’s huge. Split you open, break your back huge. You can’t stop looking at his cock, the slight curve as it rests against his leg, surprisingly tan and a perfect pink at the tip. And he’s not even hard.

Your professor starts the timer and all time is lost.

You’re in the zone, admiring the sheer side of this man, how he looks while he’s relaxed. Cassian’s eyes are closed and you think he might even be sleeping with how even the rise and fall of his toned chest is.

You take the time to reach out your pencil and measure his length, just like you’d been taught.

Well–equipped indeed.

The timer ends before you know it, and you sit back to admire your work. 

Feyre leans over to take a look at what you’ve drawn. “Looks great (Y/N). I can really tell you spent a lot of time on his cock.”

You choke, batting her away as you slam your drawing pad shut. She lets out a full laugh and you can’t help but shake your head at your friend, breaking into a smile of your own.

“Fuck off,” you roll your eyes, standing to put your sketch pad away.

You slide it into its drawer, letting Feyre take her own this time. On your way back to your seat is when Cassian comes up to you, stopping you in your tracks.

The robe is once again on, and he’s holding it shut over his chest like he hadn’t had the time to tie it in his haste to get over to you.

“So, what did you think?” he grins and it makes your heart melt a little.

“About what?” you answer, trying to play it off like you weren’t just staring at his cock for two hours.

His smile falters for a moment before it turns wolfish, smug as hell. He knows you’re playing with him and Mother does he love a good game.

“Been thinking about you the whole time,” he admits, staring down at you with his mesmerizing hazel eyes, “Straddling that fucking bench, it was hard not to think about how you’d look sitting on my cock like that.”

“Really?” you duck your head to hide the blush heating your cheeks, cursing yourself from backing down from his words so easily. “You hardly even looked my way.”

“Couldn’t be getting hard in the middle of the session,” he replies easily, tilting your chin up with his warm fingers, “They wouldn’t ask me back then.”

You purse your lips, “What a shame that would be.”

“Don’t like to share, sweetheart?” he purrs, releasing your chin. “Did you make sure to get my cock the right proportions?” 

You roll your eyes in response. “It took about all of five seconds.”

“That’s alright. Some learn better from hands-on experience,” he winks at you, not backing down.

“I can’t draw what I can’t see,” you retort, the comment slipping easily from your lips as you hold his gaze.

“Sweetheart, there’s so much of it I’m not even sure you’d know what to do with it. Need a better view?” He asks, wolfishly.

You scoff, narrowing your eyes at him. You don’t have a response and Cassian raises his brow in challenge as he continues. “Care to find out?”

“As if you would be so lucky.”

“It’s my nickname after all,” he purrs, leaning in closer. His tongue flicks out to lick at his bottom lip.

Feyre appears, startling the both of you apart. “I thought your nickname was Big–”

“Not now, Fey. I think Rhys is waiting for you out front.” Cassian doesn’t break eye contact with you as he speaks. Feyre’s brows furrow and she looks like she’s about to respond but she must think better of it. If Rhys is really outside waiting for her she would much rather be hanging out with him anyway.

“See you Friday, (Y/N). Fuck you, Cass.”

You both wave, his glowing hazel eyes still pinned to yours as she takes her leave.

“So what do you say we skip the rest of our classes and study anatomy at my place?” he offers when Feyre’s gone. He lets the front of his robe slip open an inch further, showing off his impressive chest.

You chew on your lip for a moment. He’s obviously just invited you over to have sex, and you’re far enough ahead in your classes that you could miss one…and he really is so fucking handsome.

“I’d ask if you’re going to put anything on before we leave.”

The corner of his mouth lifts, “I think it would benefit us more if I didn’t. Half of the work is already done.”

“I think enough people have seen you nude today,” you nearly growl at the thought of him striding around campus in his thin robe.

Cassian lets out a hearty laugh that makes your heart hammer in your chest. He repeats the same question he’d asked you earlier, reaching for the neatly folded pile of clothes. “Don’t like to share, sweetheart?”

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[killmongerskeeper]

Crashing Waves // Chapter 2 // Namor

Pairing: Namor x POC Reader

Warning: Spoilers

Chapter 1 // Chapter 3

The anticipation was enough to make you sweat. The silence was too loud. You wanted to fight in case they attacked. But what if they realized you were locked in your room, maybe they'd let you go. You let down your guard and went to the back of the room just as the door was ripped off its hinges. Fuck. Maybe you should've fought. The people that walked in the room definitely weren't wakandans. Their skin was wet and blue as if they walked straight from the ocean. The woman looked at you before taking a couple steps into your room and you felt your body tense. Backing away you prepared yourself for a fight as she stopped to look at the hulking man next to her. 

"Xeen a informar K'uk'ulkan"

(Go inform K'uk'ulkan.)

She spoke in a language I'm not familiar with before the man walked out of the room. You watched him leave before she turned back to you with a stone stare. "Who are you?" You stood with a fierce expression as she took a step forward. "Speak surface dweller."

"You show up out of nowhere killing everyone and you ask me who I am?" You questioned as she tightened her grip on her weapon. Before you could move to attack, another man stalked inside the room. His pointed ears stuck out to you immediately, letting you know he isn't human. 

"It'll work out for you better if you answer her." He spoke and you let out a scoff. He didn't take your reaction too kindly as he punched a hole in the wall next to your head. "Are you ready to talk?"

"There's nothing to say. I'm just a college professor." You told him and he tilted his head as if analyzing your answer. 

"What's a college professor doing in the middle of the ocean with the military? Surely not teaching a class. You're out here looking for something surface dweller?" He asked and you were actually speechless. You quickly masked your shock before crossing your arms. 

"Who are you? Before I go answering any more questions." You said and he gave a small grin. 

"My name is Namor. Or K'uk'ulkan. King of my people." He replied and I held my composure, standing my ground. "You don't seem too shocked."

"I've been around royalty multiple times before. It doesn't really come off as a shock anymore." I told him and he crossed his arms. 

"Now back to my question, little one. You're out here looking for something aren't you?"

"No, they were out here looking for something. Those people you killed. I'm just here to verify the findings of the resource." You started with confidence as he slowly backed away. 

"And what do you know of Vibranium? Are you aware that what you're here to verify could get you killed?" He questioned as he stared at me. You averted your eyes to avoid getting lost in his brown orbs.

"Killed? No. I'm not here to take Vibranium. I'm here to protect it." You replied and his expression became unreadable. 

"Protect it? Is that why you're locked in this room? Protecting what you were trying to take from us." He asked, now amused.

"Again I was trying to stop them. I do have my ways. Which I would have used before you showed up." You said as he stepped closer.

“The only ones to protect vibranium aside from us are the Wakandans. Tell me, are Wakandan little one?” he asked and you felt your muscles tense. You figured the man took your silence as a yes as he turned to the woman. He mumbled something to her in that odd language before she gave a small nod. She grabbed your arm, leading you out the small room to the side of the boat. A small panic rushed through you as you expected them to throw you into the ocean below. You peered over the edge to see a whale floating at the bottom as if waiting for something. A blue arm grabbed your waist as you felt yourself falling towards the sea creature. You shut your eyes for the impact but you landed softly as quickly as you fell. You looked up at the blue woman who was responsible for pulling you off the edge with a glare. 

"A warning would be great next time." You sighed as she took off the mask that was covering her face. She placed the piece over your own mouth and nose as she held the back of your head. 

"Breathe." You suddenly felt as if you were floating as you breathed deeply into the mask. Your head fell backwards but instead of falling onto the whaleback you collided with a wet chest. 

"Relax now little one. We have much more to discuss." A low voice said as you felt yourself sink underwater. When the whale began to descend deeper into the ocean you grabbed onto the hand holding your waist as the water pushed against your body. You used this moment to look around at the ruins littering the space before the whale dove again. You let your head rest on Namor’s shoulder as your head started spinning. You felt his lips next to your ear as you began to lose consciousness. 

“Rest now.”

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[honey-minded-hivemind]

Imagine the platonic yanderes of Marvel with a bby who has power (a mutation, a gift from some magical artifact, enchanted jewelry, blessed/cursed, etc.) and has self esteem issues. This bby builds up everyone around them, compliment their style, telling them whenever they made a good decision, telling them that they appreciate them, calling them awesome/amazing/awe-inspiring, giving them nicknames, all the works... and then the platonic yandere/s find our their bby doesn't think they themself are all that great... It would make then stop short, confused. What do you mean, "not good enough?" Is their bby blind? They will ask their bby that, flabbergasted. And when their bby responds how they don't think they are all that great, how their power doesn't seem very useful, they struggle sometimes to appear put together for them, how they worry they aren't enough...

The platonic yandere/s tell them to please be quiet. Their bby is on the verge of tears, afraid that they are about to be waved off or ostracized... only to be told they are actually the team morale. That no one can compare to them. That the bby is someone who makes the platonic yandere/s feel worth it, let's them feel like they matter, who has given them love and attention even when they are at their worst, yet their bby never complains or yells at them or judges them for their flaws... if anything, their bby is one of the few reasons, the most important one, that keeps them going. What would they do without their love, their encouragement, their kind nature and their sweet words and warm laugh? And the platonic yans make sure that their bby knows how loved they are. After all, no one could ever dare to replace them.

• The ❤Avengers💙 bby is being hugged by the entire group. Family movie nights become a thing, as well as bonding activities like pillow forts, baking and cooking together, and reminding each other that they are on their side no matter what, rain or shine or Hydra. And if someone said something hurtful or back-handed to you, it looks like that person is about to be visited by an entire team of angry Avengers... it really isn't wise to be hateful towards their bby. Not if you don't want the Hulk, the God of Thunder, a spy, or a millionaire with enough money and machinery, to come knocking at their door. Looks like someone might be knocking at Heaven's door...

• 💙The X-Men💛 bby is getting reassured by everyone. No matter what their mutation is, their bby is an important team member, and is loved for how they help bring them all together. The team is most definitely having a few nights cuddled together in a blanket-covered dog pile, each person tangled together, with their bby at the center. They will make sure their bby is loved on, and whoever made them feel self-doubt is dealt with. And if that person/s is visited by one miffed off Wolverine, or mentally screwed with by Jean Grey or the Professor or any other telepath/mind-reader/mind-controller, well, what their bby doesn't know won't hurt them... same can't be said for whoever hurts their bby.

• 💚Guardians Of The Galaxy💜 bby is going to be told how wrong they are. That they are a LOVELY person, thank you very much, and that while they are right most of the time, this time they are wrong. They will remind their bby that they are an AWESOME, kick-*ss Guardian, who also hasn't tried to kill any of them before! The Guardians will recount (with jabs at each other) how their bby helped save the day (and how everyone else was a dumb*ss). They will fight whatever put the thought in their bby's head that they weren't good enough or worthy. (Yes. They would fight a child, a god, an entire alien planet, even a computer, if it said something that made you feel bad about yourself. And expect the team to also cheer you up with your own special gift. Be it a space gun, a bomb, your favorite dessert, or your own cassette tape dedicated to you, you are getting a gift).

These are just some of the platonic yandere Marvel groups. Not to mention the characters I've taken interest in, or the ones yet to be mentioned.

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[wild-lavender-rose]

Guardian Angel Part 1

Pairing: Professor!Tony Stark x fem!reader

Category: Hurt/Comfort

Summary: You are a grad student who has been selected by Stark to take his course at your university. Little does he know, there is much more to you than meets the eye. You are hiding your ability to create force fields in a desperate attempt to live a normal life. But when Stark's daughter Morgan is put in danger you step in to save her without hesitation. Now you're weak, injured, and your secret is out.

Warning: Cannon typical violence, swearing, description of injuries

Note: Part 1 is a flash-forward scene after reader has been injured. The following parts will be the events leading up to this scene/moment.

You woke in the middle of a hospital room unlike anything you’d seen before. Black marble floor, lots of windows, an assortment of medical instruments that looked like they belonged on an alien space ship. There was a steady beeping next to your head. You looked, watching as your heart rate increased according to the monitor closest to the bed you were laying in. What was going on? Where were you? 

You sat up slowly, wincing at the awful stiffness in your back. The thin blue blanket you had been covered with slid off, revealing a black sports bra and a pair of black sports pants. Stark Enterprises was written in silver on the pants. 

Stark. The beep on the monitor quickened as you looked wildly about you. The events of earlier came flooding back to you. Where was Stark? Had he brought you here? Where was Morgan? 

You flexed your hands, feeling your power rise to the tips of your fingers. The monitor became frantic as you created a force field the size of a dinner plate, assuring yourself that your powers were still intact before allowing it to dissipate. Next you turned to the monitor, sliding out of bed with a soft groan so you could stand before it. You assessed the screen and was able to understand the basic premise of its design and functions within a few seconds. Tapping the screen, you deactivated the monitor. The beeping stopped. 

Taking a breath, you rubbed at your aching neck. You were only faintly aware of the pain in your legs. The memories were still coming, your foggy brain attempting to piece the sequence of events together. Where had Stark taken you? Hadn’t there been others at the accident? What of their fates? 

It wasn’t until you resolved to leave the hospital room that reality came stabbing through you. At the first few steps a sharp pain made you gasp. You grabbed at the bed for support and looked down at your legs. It was only then that you noticed the outline of bulky bandages underneath the sweatpants. You tried another step, biting back a whimper as the pain worsened. You remembered everything now. All the monitors had sprung to life, alerting you to the pain you were already very much aware of. 

“Shut up.” You hissed, squeezing your eyes shut against the pain. “Damnit it, be quiet.” 

“Hey,” a new voice caused your head to jerk up. It was Bruce Banner, better known as the Hulk. 

“What are you doing?” The question was sharp but his tone and eyes were worried and kind. “You should not be up.” 

You ignored the fact you were talking to a literal Avenger in exchange for the pain that had begun to overwhelm you. “I need to see Stark. Where am I?” 

“You’re in the med bay of Stark Enterprises, now get back into bed.” Bruce’s touch was gentle but resolute as he took you by the arm. 

“How’s Morgan?” You grabbed at Bruce’s shirt when he started to move you, giving a strangled cry as your legs felt as if they were stabbed again. 

“She’s just fine,” in one smooth motion Bruce had you sitting down, guiding your head back before easing your legs onto the bed. 

“Stark,” you grabbed at the sheets under you. The pain was making you helpless and frantic. Your power was bubbling under the service, harder to control as your fear took over. 

Bruce turned on the monitor you had deactivated only moments ago, expression becoming tight as he input a new command. “Your energy is becoming unstable. You need to breathe for me, okay?” He turned to you, his tone soothing. “Everything is okay, you’re safe. Just give me some deep breaths.” 

“Hurts.” You squeezed your eyes shut again, trying to escape your reality. “Oh god,” 

“Jarvis,” Bruce put a hand to your arm. “Get Stark.”

“But you just sent him away.” Jarvis replied, a male voice that seemed to come from all around you. 

“Tell him I made a mistake and get him in here.” Bruce felt your forehead with the back of his hand. “Shit,” he muttered, adjusting the monitor while keeping a hand on you. “Breathe. Just breathe.” 

“Knock me out.” You opened your eyes, breath stuttering as you realized that your vision had gone blurry. That couldn’t be a good sign. “Please, before I, I can’t control my fields when I’m, I’m, in this much,”

“Say no more.” Bruce was already inputting the necessary commands into the monitor. “Hold on.” 

“You rang?” Stark’s voice made you feel equal parts relieved and embarrassed. He was lacking his usual cocky swagger as he crossed from the door to the other side of your bed, looking down at you with such honest concern that you couldn’t meet his gaze. “How’s our patient?” 

“Panicked. I increased her morphine.” Now that Stark was there Bruce removed his hand. “She’ll be asleep in a few minutes.” 

“What can I do?” 

“Talk to her. She’s been asking for you.” 

“Morgan?” Your breathing had begun to slow as the morphine took effect. “She’s okay?” 

“Yeah, just a few bumps and bruises.” Stark smiled at the question, but his eyes were tainted with worry. 

“Why am I here?” 

“Couldn’t leave you there in the rubble. Besides, I thought we should have a talk.” 

“I’m…I’m not interested.” You gave your head a feeble shake, the movement making you dizzy. “Didn’t want anyone to know,” 

“Did a damn fine job of hiding it.” Stark touched the back of your hand, fingers faintly interlocking with yours. “Does it hurt? The energy fields.”

You nodded slightly. It hurt every time you felt your powers rising to your fingertips. 

“We can fix that. Right?” Stark looked to Bruce. “We can fix that.” 

“Let me fix her legs first, then we’ll go from there.” Bruce nodded between the two of them. “Keep talking to her.” 

“Hope this means I get an a in your class.” You couldn’t help but smile even as your eyes began to droop. 

Stark’s grin would have made your heart stutter under any other circumstance. “I don’t know. I haven’t read your last essay.” 

You huffed a laugh. “Professor,” 

“Call me Tony.” 

“No, I can’t.” Your brow furrowed as darkness began to take over. “Don’t want to be an Avenger.” 

“What about a friend?” 

You tried to think the question through. To reflect on the events of the past weeks. Stark was still holding your hand, the sensation warm and gentle. As you fell asleep your hand shifted and fully interlocked with his. A quiet plea for him to stay. And then the morphine fully washed over you and you were gone. 

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(Love is) Lemon muffins and chamomile tea

AN: This is my entry for @jadedvibes falling in love challenge. This story can be read as a standalone, or a prequel to my other Bruce/Hulk x Reader stories (I guess it’s a series now, oops). My chosen dialogue prompt can be found in bold in the text.

Dividers by @fireflygraphics and moodboard by me

Beta’d by @yarnforbrains

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Pairing: Bruce Banner/Hulk x Reader

CW: Fluff/Meet cute, Falling in love, mild peril and threats of violence, Hulk being a sweetheart, one kiss.

Word count: 2.7k

It had started simply, as these things do. You were working your job at the independent coffee shop, making up flat whites, americanos and skinny mocha-lattes with extra foam and shots of non-sugar syrup. You saw lots of people every day, but after a while you began to recognise your regulars: baldy business suit (macchiato), working mom (hazelnut latte, sometimes with whipped cream), gaggle of college girls (who flip flop between seasonal flavoured hot chocolates, seasonal frappes and double espressos), and construction workers (a mix of americano’s and flat whites).

Then there was him. Not overly tall or broad, but with a riot of curly salt and pepper hair and kind, dark eyes partially hidden by glasses. He always seemed preoccupied, reading a book in the wait line, and then at a table if he chose to have his drink in. You’d peeked at his books several times and having seen they were all to do with physics, math, and computing, you’d concluded he was either a university professor or a scientist.

What made him stand out though was his order. He rarely had coffee, normally opting for a tea. Usually he chose  mint, the green of it almost glowing in the cup, but you’d started noticing a pattern – if he seemed stressed, agitated, he always asked for chamomile. And he nearly always drank this inside, as if he needed the time to decompress and compose himself - to escape whatever was frustrating him. 

The third thing that struck you was that he didn’t seem to have a regular time of day to attend. Sometimes he was outside the doors at opening, sometimes you were politely shoo-ing him out at closing. It made you think that maybe he worked close by and kept odd hours, popping in and out of your little shop whenever he needed a break. It was one of those late night incidents in the middle of summer that you learned his name.

You’d been dutifully cleaning down all the equipment, filling and setting the dishwasher to run overnight, and wiping the tables, watching ‘The Professor’ as you’d dubbed him from the corner of your eye. It had been a chamomile evening, apparently, and scattered in front of him were pieces of paper covered in his spidery scrawl, and two, thick books about some kind of brain draining topic. He’d read a bit, make a note, curse low under his breath, and then read a bit more, sometimes flipping back and forth through the pages. It felt mean to disturb him, but you’d turned the open/close sign 15 mins ago, switched all the lights off out back, and there wasn’t a lot else you could do. Also, your feet hurt and you just wanted to get home.

You walked up to him, coming round the side in hope he would see you, but he still jumped slightly when you greeted him.

“Umm, hi there.”

You almost swore his skin took on a green tinge as he swivelled on his stool, but when you looked again he appeared totally normal. You did need some rest!

“Sorry to disturb you, but we’re, umm, closed now.” 

The Professor blinked at you slowly, as if trying to process what you were saying, before tilting his head to look at the clock on the wall.  He looked down at his watch with furrowed brow, as though he didn’t believe what he was seeing.

“Damn! I’m so sorry.” He pulled off his glasses, folding them and putting them in his breast pocket. Turning back to the table, he started to shuffle his papers together, stuffing them and his books into his leather messenger bag.  “You should have told me earlier. I didn’t mean to hold you up. I just, umm, get in the zone sometimes and don’t notice the march of time.”

You smiled back, finding his slightly flustered state endearing. “It’s no problem. It was sort of nice to have someone else in here while I was shutting up.” 

Walking over to the door with him, you  held it open for him to leave. He walked through, took one step along the sidewalk before suddenly stopping, spinning on his heel and looking at you from under his dark lashes, a broad hand pushing through his hair.

“Err, I’m Bruce by the way.”

You grinned. He really was rather cute.

“Nice to meet you, Bruce. See you again sometime.”

He let out a small chuckle.

“Yeah, the next time I need a cup of tea, a lemon muffin, and, umm, some of the best scenery in New York.”

You couldn’t hold back your giggle at the cheesiness of his line.

“Smooth, Bruce, smooth…”

He shot you a smile, before turning away and heading off into the warm evening.

Summer made way for autumn, the heat tapering off, the nights creeping in and the leaves doing their annual costume change. You saw Bruce more often than before, striking up a friendship with him due to his frequent visits to the shop. Whenever he spotted you behind the counter, he’d shyly wave hello. It got to the point where he never had to line up any more, just situated himself at his favourite table, spreading out his books and notes, knowing that as soon as you got a moment you’d appear with his tea and a muffin. You’d begun to read his moods, and it wasn’t difficult for you to work out which tea he was in the mood for.

During quiet moments you’d come over and sit with him, either letting him ramble at you about his work  - despite the fact that if you understood one word in three you were doing well - or distracting him from whatever equation was frustrating him by telling him about your day. He’d often stay for a few hours, going through cup after cup of tea, and if he appeared when you were on a closing shift you knew he would be there until you ushered him out of the door.

It was the beginning of November now. Halloween had passed in a flurry of bat shaped cookies and pumpkin spice muffins, although the warm apple cider and pumpkin spice lattes were staying for a while. You smiled at the memory of when you gave Bruce one of the ciders instead of his normal tea. He’d sipped it absent-mindedly, and you’d seen the moment his taste buds had woken up.  His eyes went wide as he smacked his lips together before he threw you a smile that you’d never admit made you go slightly weak at the knees.

There was something between the two of you; some unspoken undercurrent. There were times, especially when it was only the pair of you left in the shop, that you felt yourself a hair's breadth away from reaching out to him, wanting so much to run your fingers through his tousled locks, take his glasses off, sit yourself on his lap and… but he was your customer. You never saw each other in any other setting, so you had to maintain your professionalism, but you itched for more, wondering if you should bite the bullet and ask him out. 

There’s always tomorrow, you thought.

Then, everything changed.

The wind whipped around you, causing swirls of leaves around your feet as you pulled the shop door shut, using the light from the streetlamp to see what you were doing as you locked it.

“Are you sure you’ll be alright getting home on your own?” 

Bruce stood next to you, wrapped up in a chunky scarf over his wool coat, his heavy messenger bag slung across his chest. He was shifting from foot to foot, looking a bit agitated, eyes darting all around as though looking out for any danger that may be lurking. With your back still turned to him, you rolled your eyes, before spinning to look at him, a soft smile now on your face as you pulled on your gloves.

“I’ll be fine, Bruce. I walk this route nearly every day. It’s only three blocks.”

“But there are some weirdos out there.”

“I know that, but I promise to stay in the well-lit areas, and I’ve got my pepper spray.” You pulled your keychain from your pocket, showing the small spray can attached.

“I could walk you home…” 

Your heart did that little ‘pitter-patter’ again at his sweet offer. Your lips turned up further.

“Go home, Bruce. I absolutely promise I’ll be okay. I’m on the mid-shift tomorrow, so see you around lunch time? Maybe I’ll take my break after I bring you your food? Regale you with the boring story of this walk home.”

He looked at you, just letting out a resigned hum at your stubborn independence.

“Okay. I just worry, you know. Pretty girl like you, walking home in the dark.”

While your heart did somersaults, you tried to maintain your cool.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Bruce.” 

You could feel him watching you as you walked away down the sidewalk, and you couldn’t help but wonder if the fact that he cared so much meant  that he cared.

You kept your promise as you walked home,sticking to the middle of the sidewalk, not too close to the alleys and doorways, and also not too close to the road edge. That was until a man coming in the other direction crashed into you sending you staggering towards the side of a building. You bounced against the hard bricks, winded for a second, and then a hand closed around your wrist, yanking you into the dark alleyway. You let out a screech and pulled back, but the hand held you fast, pulling you further away from the lights and any other pedestrians. You fumbled in your pocket for your keys, your small can of pepper spray, but a firmer tug caused you to stumble, and they fell from your gloved hand onto the ground with a clatter.

“Let me go!” 

The man, tall and filthy, leered at you through missing teeth, running his gaze up and down your body in hunger, despite how much you were covered with your duffle coat. You lashed out with your free arm, and your feet, panic rising within you.

“Do as the lady says…”

A voice from the mouth of the alley stopped both you and your attacker in your trackers, both your heads whipping round.

“Bruce!”

He took a step forward, pulling off his bag and scarf, dropping them to the ground, then started to undo the buttons on his coat.

“Fuck off!” Your assailant yelled at Bruce and followed it up with a gob of spit that landed at Bruce’s feet.

“Come on, man, you don’t want to do this.” There was a strange look on Bruce’s face, like he was resigned to a course of action he didn’t want to take. He shrugged off his coat and lay it over a dumpster, seemingly calm.

Suddenly there was a gun in play, in the hand of the filthy attacker, pointing directly at Bruce. Fear spiked within you.

“No, no, no!”

Your struggles began anew, as you desperately tried to pull him off balance, but he flung you to the side, sending you careening into another dumpster as you fell, your head bouncing harshly off the metal with a dull clang. You slumped to the floor, dizzy and you saw Bruce, through your blurred vision, take a couple of steps towards you.

“Aa-aah. You don’t wanna be a hero. Just go away and you won’t get hurt.”

Bruce smirked, an expression that you’d never witnessed before.

“Funny, I was gonna say the same to you.”

He took another step forward.

Everything happened in slow motion.

The gun fired, the shot loud, almost deafening to your ears, the bullet zipping through the air towards Bruce.

Who was no longer Bruce.

As fast as the shot had been fired, Bruce changed - transformed. All at once his skin turned green, and he grew in bulk and size, his shirt shredding itself.

You screamed.

The Hulk snorted, grinned at your attacker and spat out a mangled bullet.

“Just go away. You won’t get hurt.”

Hulk walked forward with a grin, plucking the gun away and squashing it in his giant fist, and your assailant ran away on jelly legs, tripping and bouncing off the walls in his haste. He hadn’t even disappeared fully before the giant, green creature turned his attention to you. He moved forward and in your disorientated and pained state, you tried to back up, unable to actually go anywhere because of the dumpster behind you.

“Please don’t hurt me!”

Hulk’s eyes went wide, and he sat down with a thud, the dumpster behind you juddering. He started to reach out towards you, but you shrank into yourself and he stopped.

“Hulk not hurt Pretty Girl. Pretty Girl Banner’s friend.”

“Banner? What’s going on? Where’s Bruce?”

Hulk tapped the side of his head with a thick finger.

“Bruce in here. He let Hulk out to help.” His face took on a slightly downcast expression. “But he says I have to go back in now.”

He looked thoroughly dejected.

“All anyone want Hulk to do is smash. Hulk would like to make friends too.”

Your fear melted away. You shuffled closer and placed a hand on one of his meaty forearms.

“Thank you for helping me. I can be your friend, if you want?”

His face split into a wild smile. 

“Hulk would like to have Pretty Girl as a friend.”

“Well there you go, Big guy. I’ll organise something with Bruce, okay?”

“Okay!” He raised his free hand again and, more gently than you thought possible, ran the back of his hand over your cheek. “Bye-bye, Pretty Girl.”

He closed his eyes and with a small shudder began to shrink down, the green of his skin receding until it was pale again and Bruce was looking at you. His shirt lay in tatters across his shoulders and he immediately got up to retrieve his coat, shoving his arms into it at speed.

“I… ummm… well… Secret's out now, I guess. I’m sorry you had to see that, but I’m not sorry I helped you. See you around.”

He picked up his bag and scarf and walked towards the mouth of the alley. You scrabbled to your feet, arm outstretched in front of you.

“Bruce, wait!” He turned, looking at you warily. “There’s something I wanna ask you. And don’t think it’s because of what just happened. Well it sort of is, but only in a ‘you gotta go for what you want before it’s too late’ kinda way, and… shit, I’m rambling.” You clamped your mouth shut and drew in a deep breath through your nose. Maybe you hit your head harder than you thought.

“I like you, Bruce. In fact, I can’t think straight with you around. You’re sweet and kind, and clever and handsome. And…and… I don’t think it would take much to fall in love with you. And I wondered, if you’d like to maybe… go for a drink tomorrow when I finish my shift?”

You shifted your weight from foot to foot, twisting your hands in the sleeves of your coat, aware that you had just asked him out in a dingy, smelly and downright filthy alley, just after he’d rescued you from goodness knows what kind of a fate, but you couldn’t be sorry about it. Okay, maybe you would be sorry about it if he didn’t say something and…

You didn’t even notice him moving, but suddenly he was there, in front of you, the buttons of his coat almost touching the zipper of yours, the twin ‘huffs’ of air from both your mouths merging together in the coolness of the night. Then his hands were on your face, cupping your cheeks before his lips fell to yours, kissing you sweetly. You fisted his coat, well, as best you could with your woollen gloves on, until you separated from each other, eyes locked and staring. Bruce broke the silence first.

“In case you didn’t realise from that, I like you too. And maybe I’m likely to fall in love with you as well. You’re so smart, so beautiful. And you make an awesome apple cider.”

You giggled, your head falling to lean against his chest.

“Walk me home, Bruce?”

“Of course, Pretty Girl. Whatever you want.”

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