#thorsthotchallenge

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♡thorsthot’s writing challenge♡ 5k edition

yooo! so the first time I did this, I was at 2.5k followers back in 2018. 2020 we at 5k baby!!! but no deadass, I'm very grateful, especially for the people who have still been here even when I'm being an asshole. 

I found it really fun when I first did this. I got to read fics that I normally would never read. Even though I don’t read fanfic now, I still want to show appreciation whenever I get the chance. And what better way than to host a writing challenge?? under the cut you’ll find the rules, and the various prompts to choose from!

Deadass, just have fun! (and lets hope this doesn’t flop lol) if there’s any questions, feel free to ask :) reblog this to boost, if you’d like

♡ rules ♡

gotta be following me - let me know if you’re posting from a side blog

YOU CAN WRITE FOR ANY CHARACTER IN MY GUIDELINES :)) - (It does not have to only be mcu characters but yes, you can write for Tony, Loki, Nat, Wanda, etc)

I suggest writing outside of the mcu; but it is your choice

no, you cannot write Peter Parker smut, idc whether or not he’s 18

if you're writing smut PLS BE 18+ baby 

also, no dark!fics, non-con, in*est, etc

two people per prompt so first come first serve - each person can have at most 2 prompts but it’s not required.

if you’d like to write more than one fic, you can!

word minimum is 700 words; there is no word or chapter maximum 

has to be a reader insert

♡ formatting + tags ♡

fics should include, a word count, warnings, and your prompt

if you’d like, you can add a summary (it’ll help me when making the masterlist)

for the love of all things holy, please, add the ‘read more’ function to the fics. 

must tag me in the fic + use the tag #thorsthotfive and #thorsthotchallenge (so that I can find it if it gets lost in my notifs!)

♡ how to + what happens when you enter ♡

send me a message or ask highlighting which prompt(s) you’re going to use and the character you’re writing about

for example; “movie dialogue #4 w/ wade wilson” or, “situational #7 w/ bucky”, etc

when you enter: you’ll get a reblog (likely more than one) + a paragraph of feedback that highlights what I love about what you wrote

you’ll also be on the special 5k writing challenge masterlist placed within my own masterlists.

send me a link as well, if I don’t reblog/notice the fic!

there's no deadline to enter, but there's a deadline to post

deadline - March 16st 2020

♡ prompts ♡

situational (au/trope) -

Oh No! There’s Only ONE Bed! 

Stranger In a Coffee Shop

‘Damsel in Distress’ 

Enemies to Lovers (@yournonlocalpoc w/ Jason Todd + d.4)

Friends to Lovers (@tonictransistor w/ Stephen Strange + md.4)

Soulmate AU (@the-wordsmiths-fabrications w/ Thor)

Fake Dating (@I-jus-wanna-writehappy w/ Arthur Curry + d.5)

Noir Detective AU

Apocalypse AU (@thortopia w/ Thor + d.6)

Wow! The Scary Man in the Woods is actually a Sweetheart (@pruemania w/ Thor)

Vampire AU

Bodyguard AU

Character Death

Monster/Alien Fuck Fest

dialogue - 

“Do you love him?” (@sidehowriting w/ Thor)

“You’re the love and light of my life and I can’t wait to spend eternity with you.”

“At least take me out to dinner first.”

“Will you stay awake with me? I can’t sleep.”(@yournonlocalpoc w/ Jason Todd + s.4)

“You trust me? Don’t you?” (@I-jus-wanna-writehappy w/ Arthur Curry + s.7)

“We’re gonna have a baby.” (@thortopia w/ Thor + s.6)

“Yes, my lord.”

“Do you believe in aliens?”

“It’s not what it looks like!”

“It’s all your fault.”

“I’ve never been scared a day in my life.”

“I don’t love you anymore.”

“Don’t argue with me today.”

“Do you ever shut up?”

movie dialogue - 

“It's fucking over, us, this is no joke. I don't think we should see each other any more.”

“Now take me to jail.”

“I didn’t want to get blood on your floor.”

“You met me at a very strange time in my life.” (@tonictransistor w/ Stephen Strange + md.4)

“What’s the last thing you remember?”

“How can you go through life pretending that you’re happy?” (@daydreams-and-shortattentionspan w/ Steve Rogers)

“But this is life. This isn’t a movie”

“They say it hurts less if it’s a surprise.”

“We make a good team. Right?”

“They’ll kill you for helping me.”

“I’ve been a bad, bad girl.”

“Now, you start opening up your personal life to me and tell me your husband/wife won't be home for hours.”

“Are we getting married tomorrow?”

“I gave you everything. You gave it all away.”

song prompts -

Candyman - Christina Aguilera

The Way - Ariana Grande ft. Mac Miller

Do U Dirty - Kehlani

One Night Only (Disco Ver.) - Dreamgirls Soundtrack

Gambit Rogue Delight - Sylar

Dance For You - Beyonce

Whore - In This Moment

Playing Games - Summer Walker ft. Bryson Tiller

You Know I’m No Good - Amy Winehouse (@daydreams-and-shortattentionspan w/ Bucky Barnes)

Cyber Sex - Doja Cat

Love Song - Lana Del Rey

Eyelids - PVRIS

Baby - Clean Bandit ft. Marina & Luis Fonsi

Ma Chérie - Palace Royale ft. Kellin Quinn

[sidehowriting]

Anniversary

Masterlist in bio! 

A/N: Hello! This is my entry for @thorsthot 2.5k writing challenge! My prompt was “till death do us part.” Since this is my first time writing and posting something on tumblr (and my first time writing Thor), I’m gonna tag all the other beautiful people who are part of the challenge to try to get a bit more exposure. Italics are flashbacks.

Summary: Thor celebrates his anniversary with his wife. 

Word count: 3k

Warning: Mention of sex, sad Thor, uh, might cause existential crisis that we all grow old and eventually die? 

A stream of light filled their bedchamber. The curtains were drawn but the powerful sun found a way to enter from the small crack between the two large red drapes. This caused him to stir, allowing him to wake up before his sleeping wife. His first stop, as per his normal morning routine, was for the shower to prepare for the day. Except this wasn’t just a normal day: this was his anniversary. He knew he had to make this one special fore he did not know how many he would have left.

He did his research on Midgardian proposals very thoroughly. He knew he should be wearing something nice, he should take her somewhere romantic, he needed a ring made of diamonds (why Midgardians would choose such a worthless stone was beyond him), and he needed to get down on one knee when asking and presenting said ring.

He had taken her to the royal gardens. Most of the flowers were in bloom. He knew she loved looking at all their bright colors, so many more shades than she saw on Earth. And the smells were much more enchanting. This was one of her favorite places to be on calm days. Wandering the endless isles of flower upon flower, taking in their sight and smell. She was fond of reading amongst the foliage as well.

He made sure to wear his formal clothing and pin his hair back from his eyes. The small ring box was tucked into his breast pocket, ready to be pulled out at a moments notice.

When he found the timing to be right, he got down on one knee. He pulled out the box and presented her with the diamond ring, asking for her hand in marriage.

And she said no.

“I’m sorry, Thor, I…I can’t.” She took a small step back as he rose up from his one knee stance.  He looked at her with a mix of confusion and hurt. Had he misread her signs? Sure, they had only been dating ten months, but he knew she was the one for him. From the way she talked and acted, he thought she felt the same way. They had spoken of marriage before, did she not take it as seriously as he did?

“Y/N…I just don’t understand.” He reached out for her hand, but she pulled away. “Did I do something wrong? Is this too soon?”

“No, Thor, it’s not that,” she whispered. “I love you. Truly, I do,” she said. She looked up into his eyes, tears forming as she spoke, “You know what marriage means right? For better or for worse. Till death do us part.”

Now he was even more confused. “That is why I am asking you to marry me. I want to spend eternity with you.” Did Midgardian marriage mean something different than Asgardian that he was unaware of?

“That’s the problem.” She started pacing as she continued, “Those are two different eternities. My life is going to be significantly shorter than yours. I can’t ask you to do that. I can’t ask you to pledge yourself to me when I’m going to grow old and die so much sooner than you are.”

He finished his shower and dressed, spending extra time on his outfit and hair. He wanted to look nice for such a special day though he doubted his wife would notice. But that didn’t matter to him. She was his sun, his moon, his world. She deserved a husband who would try with all his might, no matter what.

Once he was happy with his appearance he entered their bedroom and checked on her. She was still sleeping. A small, sad smile formed on his lips. He missed waking up to her. How she would pepper his face with kisses until he finally opened his eyes. How she would giggle when he would groan, wanting five more minutes of sleep. Only sometimes would she give it to him. Now she spent most of her day sleeping, exerting very little energy.

“My darling,” he tried, “that does not matter to me.”

“Not now,” she snapped back. “Not while I’m still young and attractive. I’ll grow old. I’ll look old. And maybe sooner rather than later. Within the next fifteen, maybe even ten years, I’ll get wrinkles here,“ she pointed to where her smile would always reach when she was happy, “and here,“ she pointed to where her eyes would crinkle with glee, “and here,“ she pointed to where her forehead would crease when she was deep in thought. She sat down on the ground and curled her legs to her, hugging them tightly.

He sat down next to her. He put the ring into his pocket and put his arm around her, bringing her close to him. “You’ll always look like a Goddess to me, my love.”

He pulled the drapes open to fully let in the bright Asgardian sun. It illuminated her sleeping form, lighting up all the wrinkles she predicted she would get. He found they added to her inherent beauty and he stood for a moment, admiring her.

A soft knock came from their door, causing him to break his gaze from his sleeping queen. He took a few large steps towards the door, quickly reaching it. Grabbing the bronze knob, he pulled the door open. A small maid was waiting with a tray of food on the other side. “Everything you requested for your anniversary breakfast is here, my King.” She handed him the tray with a bow before heading back to the kitchen.

He shut the door behind him. He had told the servants what he wanted the night before and he was pleased everything was there as he inspected the tray. Her favorite pancakes, her favorite juice, and her favorite flower on the side for decoration. It was perfect. Happily, he sent the tray down on his desk as he made his way towards the bed to wake his wife. He hoped she would be able to enjoy it in its entirety.

“I won’t just have wrinkles, Thor. My hair will turn grey, maybe even fall out. I might lose my teeth.” She was so worried about her physical appearance. Did she not realize his love for her went way beyond that? While he greatly enjoyed what she looked like, that wasn’t why he loved her. She was so much more than a beautiful face. She was a beautiful heart as well.

“What you look like does not matter to me, my love.” He tried to ease her worries again. He knew humans aged faster and he didn’t care. His heart told him that she was the one he was destined to be with. No amount of aging could change that.

She sighed. “But what if I can’t walk anymore? Can’t hear anymore? Can’t see? What then?”

“If you can no longer walk, then I will be your legs. If you can no longer hear, then I will be your ears. If you can no longer see, then I will be your eyes. Y/N,” he gently cupped her face, “I don’t care about any of those things. All I care about is being with you. However long that is I will take. One more day with you is worth more than a lifetime alone.”

“Breakfast is here, my love,” he said softly as he bent over her side and ran his fingers through her fine, gray hair. The thickness of her hair had dwindled over the years. There were a few patches where he could see her scalp. For the most part, however, it was still there. “I got all of your favorites.”

He watched as her eyes slowly opened and he smiled. “There you are.” He kissed her forehead tenderly. “Hungry?” She didn’t respond, and he didn’t expect her to. She usually remained silent on most days, speaking only a few words a week. That was one of the worst things about her aging. She spoke less and less. The medicine women had assured him that it was normal. His darling wife just wasn’t always mentally around. During these times it was easy for her to lose her voice.

As gently as he could manage, he lifted her to a sitting position. “That’s better for eating.” He gave her forehead another kiss before retrieving the tray of food. He sat down on the bed next to her and placed the tray on her small lap. “Happy anniversary, Y/N. I hope you like it all.”

A smile formed on his lips as he watched her look at the tray. He wasn’t sure if she knew exactly what it was but when she reached for the fork he knew that at least she understood she was to eat. With a shaky hand, she grabbed her fork. She was struggling to get a piece of pancake and struggling even more to make it to her mouth. “Let me help, my Queen.” Thor wrapped his large, thick hand around her thin frail one. He helped guide the fork to the pancake and then to her mouth while making sure she didn’t take too big of a bite. She slowly chewed and swallowed all under her husband’s watchful gaze. Pieces of pancake or juice would occasionally dribble out of her mouth which Thor easily brushed away with a cloth.

“Can you believe we’ve been married for seventy-five years?” He spoke as he helped her eat. “Seventy-five wonderful, amazing years.” He smiled lovingly at her. He knew this was an amazing feet and he thanked the Asgardian medicine women for extending Y/N’s life. He knew the length of the average human lifespan and was forever grateful for the advance medicine that Asgard had to offer. As long as Y/N wasn’t suffering or in pain, he was happy for each day he got to spend with her. Even if she wasn’t completely aware of what was going on.

Once he had helped her eat and drink to her fill he moved the tray from off her. “How about a bath now? We’ll get you all clean and dressed for our special day. I can’t wait to tell you everything I planned out for us.” She remained silent still as he kissed her cheek. Getting off the bed he went to their bathroom and began to run a warm bath for his wife. As the tub began to fill, he went back to the bathroom to retrieve her. With careful ease, he picked her up and cradled her in his large arms. This was such a stark contradiction to how he use to toss her over his shoulder and carry her around. Now he had to be ever so gentle that he did not hurt her.

He scooped her up and placed her on his lap, stroking her thick hair. “I love you, Y/N. I want to stay by your side for the rest of your days. Nothing can change my mind of that.”

She sniffled. “What about when we can’t have sex anymore? When I’m too old and fragile. Will you move on?” Her question came out especially pained. Like the thought of him having sex with anyone else was particularly hard to think about. Honestly, he felt the same way. She was his and he was hers.

He rested his head on top of hers. “I was acquainted with my hand before, I can become so again.” He felt her chuckle at that. “I am pledging myself to you. No matter what I will not falter from that. You are my love, my queen, my everything. Nothing will change that. I promise you.”

She pulled away and gazed into his blue eyes. Tears were still gathered in hers, slowly spilling over as she blinked. He used his thumb to wipe them away, hating that they were there in the first place. “Thor…” She whispered quietly, “I don’t deserve you.”

Now it was his turn to chuckle. “Ah, but it is I who doesn’t deserve you.” He coaxed the ring out of his pocket and took her left hand. She did not protest as he slid the ring on to her finger. “If I had any doubts at all, even one, I would not have asked you to be my bride. I know Fate wants me with you and if you’ll have me I’ll spend every day of my life proving that to you.” He kissed her hand.

More tears fell from her eyes as she looked at the ring. He recognized the changes in her face as that of glee. He could only assume the new tears that fell were from that. “Oh, Thor.” She cradled her left hand to her chest as she leaned back into him. “I’ll have you for as long as you’ll have me.”

“Eternity it is then,” he said before kissing her.

It was easy for him to strip her of her clothing, he had done that countless times before. Eyeing her old body as he sat her in the tub, he reminisced on her younger days. He remembered when they were freshly together, taking their time as they explored each other’s bodies. When they were intimate for the first time. What he would give to make love to her once more. To hear her moan his name once more. But he was content. Having her around at all was more valuable than his want of physical pleasure.

After he lathered his hands with shampoo he began to clean her hair. Bathing her was one of the cares her chambermaids had insisted they do. For years they had helped her bathe and dress herself. There was no reason for this to change just because she had aged. But with her debilitating cognition and motor functions, Thor himself insisted on taking care of her. What seemed like a daily task to a chambermaid was precious moments Thor could be spending with his beloved. Moments he would one day lose and never retrieve. That thought was what pushed him to be her fulltime caregiver.

“Can you smell the bath water?” When her hair was thoroughly cleaned he began to rinse it, careful not to get water or run off shampoo into her eyes. “I added the lemon scent. I know it’s your favorite.” Once her hair was free of shampoo, he lathered his hands again, this time with soap, and began to wash her. “I have your favorite red dress all ready for when we’re done with your bath. You’ll look so ravishing in it. After that I plan on reading to you from your favorite book. We can do that as long as you like. Maybe even until tea time.” His smile grew as he told his wife his plans. “Then we can go for a stroll in the gardens. It’s the time of year where they’re all in bloom. We can take our time and smell them all.”

Once she was cleaned he lifted her from the tub and let the water drain. He set her down in her wheelchair and began to dress her. He was vehemently against having the chair at first. Had he not promised to be her legs when she could no longer walk? But it was convenient to have both his arms free when moving her and other things at the same time since she could no longer just wrap herself around him. And he would not have to worry about breaking her if she was secure in a chair.

She made a few noises as he smoothed out her dress and brushed her hair. Love swelled in his heart and flowed through his veins. “I’ll take that as I did a solid job taking care of you this morning.” When he was done getting her ready he crouched down in front of her, taking in every feature of her old face. He wanted to memorize every wrinkle, every liver spot, every flaw and imperfection. One day he wouldn’t be able to.

“Now,” he said, rising to his feet. “I do have one more thing planned special for our anniversary. Not only will I read you your favorite book, but I’ll do it during a thunderstorm. Do you remember doing that when you were younger? How you would curl up with a blanket and a book every time I released my power outside? I want to recreate that for you.”

He rolled her to the large window in their bedroom and stopped her wheelchair just in front of it. “Wait right here. I’ll be back in just a few moments.” After he gave her a quick kiss, he opened the window and leaped out. He was determined to create a fierce storm, one she would surely notice. He wanted thunder loud enough for her to hear and lightning bright enough for her to see. Once he was satisfied with his creation he came back to her, happy to see she was exactly as how he left her.

“What do you think, my love?” He stood by her side, his hand on the back of her chair. “I think this is my best one yet.” He remained there with his wife, admiring his own work.

“Thor,” her fragile voice spoke, sounding like ghosts and cobwebs. Dry from not having been used in awhile.

His head snapped to her. She had not spoken his name in so long, he started to think he would never hear her say it again. He grabbed her hand, eager for her to speak again. “Yes, Y/N? What is it? I’m here.” He crouched again to her level, eyes zooming over her face. He could see the flashes of lightning reflecting in her eyes and hoped she was acknowledging them. The thunder vibrated through the room. Surely if she could not hear it she could feel it.

“Thor,” she said again, and he could see a flash of recognition on her features. She could see the storm. She knew it was there. Tears filled his eyes as he watched her watch his creation. He squeezed her hand lightly, letting her know that he was there.

She stayed silent for a few more moments, watching the storm. “Beautiful,” she croaked out.

“Yes,” he said, not bothering to stop the tears as they fell down his face. “Yes, you are. Happy anniversary, my Queen.”

Other people doing the 2.5k challenge (at the time of my posting): @avengingmelanin  @avengersandlovers  @vulnificura  @arinharin  @beautifulbows924  @steviejazz  @awkward-walking-potato  @thranduilxlegolasx  @killmongerrss  @fandom-fangirl-fanatics  @novakkaia  @klausbaudelaireee  @writingsformuse  @sarcastic-bisexual   @therevolution-willbelive  @laurens-lil-fics  @ironman-trilogy  @ttaikas  @batisalia  @rowdyhooliganism  @ghost-with-spaghetti-arms  @whichwayisthebeach-seabass  @swellwriting  @history-freak1  @therevolution-willbelive  @vulnificura  @tropicalcap  @pagethepunisher  @rowdyhooliganism

Constructive criticism welcome! 

[laurens-lil-fics]

Swear to me... StarLord x Reader

Summary: In a galaxy where the Infinity Stone was never given to the Nova Corps, Peter and (Y/n) struggle to let it go.

Word Count: 2436 words

Warnings: Sooo much angst! Some cursing, some violence, mentions of death!

Author’s note: This is for @thorsthot ‘s writing challenge! Congratulations and thank you for letting me participate! 

I had Prompt #23:” Kiss me, you idiot.” This ended up a lot more angsty than it was supposed to, maybe cuz I was listening to this the whole time. Also tagging @imamotherfuckingstar-lord in this since she loves angst and the lord of the stars.

I hope y'all enjoy!

(Y/n) felt absolutely trapped. She wanted to scream, wanted to get away.

“(Y/n)... (Y/n)?! Baby I said I was sorry!”

She jumped at the sound of her boyfriend’s voice and shut the door to Rocket’s old room. Looking around the room she settled for one of Groot’s old planting pots and approached it.

(Y/n) would be damned if this didn’t work. She placed the metal orb into the pot and began filling it with some old soil, setting it among the other pots on the table.

Before returning to Peter she washed her hands, knowing he’d pinpoint the orb’s hiding place the second he saw her hands.

When Peter saw her step into their room his blood ran cold at the look in her eyes. The leather straps on his wrists had him tied down and vulnerable to her fury, he would probably die tonight.

“You think you’re so slick, huh?” she growled, crossing her arms and watching him frantically try to get free of the straps on his wrists.

“Baby, cmon… I needed to get my fix, you know I can’t quit cold turkey…” he whined, leaning away as she moved to his side of the bed.

“Oh yes you can. I’m not letting you go to prison.” she said, grabbing his shoulders and pushing him further into the mattress. “Using that thing puts a target on our backs, the Guardians knew that, where are they now?”

Peter narrowed his eyes at her and gave up on trying to escape. “Is it so bad I wanna use the stone every now and then to help people…?”

(Y/n) sighed and turned from him, beginning to undress while her boyfriend looked on.

“It is bad, you stole it from the Nova Corp, they’ve been tailing us for months. All for what?” She slipped on one of his old t-shirts and crawled onto her side of the bed. “Just so you could feel better about yourself…?”

Peter made an attempt to turn towards her, only to be held back by the straps on his wrists.

“Baby… I can’t explain why. Really I can’t…” He murmured, feeling defeated. “It just… It calls to me yknow? I used it once and it felt so good. I finally had the power to do right by other people.”

(Y/n) frowned and looked him over. The puppy pout was too much for her, so she straddled him and began untying the straps, relaxing into him once his hands rubbed up her thighs.

“You don’t need some stupid magic stone to help people.” she sighed, running her fingers up his bare chest. “I hid the stone… Swear to me you won’t look for it.”

Peter nodded at her and pulled her flush against him, peppering kisses on her lips and rolling on top of her.

“I swear…” he murmured, looking deep into her eyes and brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Kiss me, you idiot…” she said with a soft smile, squeaking as he pressed an eager kiss to her lips.

Waking up to Peter whimpering and thrashing in his sleep was one of the worst things about his dependence on the Infinity Stone. Which is why (Y/n) was wide awake when she didn’t feel him struggling beside her.

She turned to his side of the bed, panic surged through her when she saw the straps were broken and Peter wasn’t there.

(Y/n) practically ran through the entirety of the ship, but there was no sign of Peter. Her bare feet padded along the metal floors towards the one place she had been too afraid to check.

She froze once she peeked into Rocket’s old room and saw Peter rifling through some of Groot’s old pots. He turned, immediately sensing her presence, and slowly set down the pot. He glued his eyes to the floor and shifted on his feet.

(Y/n) slowly walked towards him and picked up the pot he had been searching for. Holding it up for him to see, she watched the look in his eyes go from one of guilt to one of yearning. He didn’t even notice the hurt in her eyes.

“I don’t know why I’m surprised.” She said, her tone causing Peter to finally take his eyes off the pot.

Shaking her head she turned and left the room, Peter hot on her heels and following her to their bedroom.

He quietly sat on the bed, watching (Y/n) mill about the room as she gathered her things into a bag.

“You’re just gonna leave me then…?” Peter spoke up, only to be met with silence.

(Y/n) dumped out the contents of the pot and pulled the orb out of the dirt. She shoved it into her bag and slipped on a pair of pants and shoes, ignoring the feeling of Peter’s eyes on her.

“I’m leaving and I’m taking this with me.”

Peter bit his lip and slowly shrugged, “If that’s what you think is best…”

(Y/n) whipped her head around, clutching the strap across her shoulder.

“Since when have you ever cared about what I think is best?!” she snapped, taking a step towards him. “I’ve been telling you what I think is best for months! And you never. Listen!” (Y/n) shouted.

The way Peter stared at her only made her anger burn in her core, through her lungs and up to her cheeks.

She stomped past the bed, heaving a sigh when she heard his heavy footsteps behind her.

“I have always listened, but-”

“It’s hard!” she interrupted him, throwing her duffel bag into the pod. “That’s always your excuse, I’m sick of it!”

Before (Y/n) could step into the pod Peter took hold of her and turned her to face him.

“I can help people like this, (Y/n)!”

“Not if you’re dead-”

Before the shouting match could continue, the two were thrown off their feet as the Milano shook around them.

(Y/n) sat up in Peter’s lap, shrieking as he lifted her and bolted to the cockpit with her practically under his arm.

“It’s a fucking Ravager ship … Musta spotted us from our last stop…” Peter murmured, watching the ship pull alongside them. The two ducked under the control console, dropping onto their knees and out of sight.

“There’s gotta be like what… five guys in there…”? (Y/n) trailed off.

The Milano shook again, the sounds of metal clanking surrounded the two and Peter pulled (Y/n) close.

“They’re docking us…” he whispered into her hair.

(Y/n) pulled away from him and crawled across the floor, gripping one of the grated floor panels and pulling it up.

“You gotta hide…” (Y/n) turned to Peter and watched him carefully slip under the panel.

“Baby cmon,” he pleaded, gently grabbing her hand, “come hide with me baby, please.”

(Y/n) shook her head at him and pressed a kiss to his knuckles. “They won’t believe the ship’s completely empty. You’re the one they’re after… Maybe they’ll just let me go.” she reassured him.

Peter nodded at her reluctantly and let her set the panel back.

He couldn’t hear most of what was said over the pounding in his chest and the ringing in his ears. He did his best to keep hs breathing quiet, but he could hear the panic in (Y/n)’s voice as she tried convincing the Ravagers she was alone.

“This ship belongs to Quill. He ain’t leavin this ship for nuthen and we got a bounty to collect.” one said, looking around the ship.

“I know, I knew him… He’s dead.” (Y/n) replied, watching the other Ravagers look around the ship. “That stone killed him... “

“You mean this?” another asked, holding up the dirt covered Orb above (Y/n)’s forgotten duffel bag.

Peter held his breath, pressing further into the shadows as (Y/n) tried explaining herself.

“I was trying to return it. I’ve been travelling across the Galaxy to get it back to the Nova Corps.” At least that was half true...

Peter heard a grunt from (Y/n) followed by the sound of her falling onto her knees.

“We know Quill’s here, little girl! Sell him out and we’ll leave. And take the stone off your hands!” barked another, standing over (Y/n) who held her stomach and struggled to catch her breath.

A beat passed before Peter heard her grunt again as she fell onto her back. Before the Ravager could land another blow, Peter had enough.

“Stop! I’m down here, a-holes!” he shouted, pushing up one of the panels and raising his hands over his head. “Just stop…”

The Ravagers quickly pulled Peter onto his feet only for (Y/n) to place herself between them.

“No please! You don’t have to do this!” she pleaded, pressing one hand to Peter’s chest and the other to the lead Ravager’s shoulder.

“Get your hands offa me, we’re taking him to Yondu! You can either stay here or come along for the ride!”

“Please, just take the stone. I’ll give you all the money we have, just take the stone and leave him!” she begged, practically on the verge of tears.

The second the Ravagers put their hands on (Y/n) Peter began fighting against them only to be pulled away from her.

(Y/n) slipped away from her captors and lunged for Peter. She felt her fingers brush against his arm before she felt a deep, penetrating burn in her back.

Peter watched her slam into the floor at his feet. She stayed limp for a moment. Then her shoulders began shaking and he could hear her whimpering into the floor in pain.

The ringing in (Y/n)’s ears drowned out Peter’s shouting as his blurry figure was dragged off the Milano. Once he was out of sight (Y/n) suddenly realized how cold she felt.

Space had never felt so cold… Space had never been so black.

The ringing (Y/n) heard next was different. Familiar.

Her eyes fluttered open and she glanced around, spotting Peter in the pilot’s chair right beside her. Was it all a dream.

He reached over and flicked a switch on the console, giving her an apologetic look before looking back at the galaxy before them.

“Didn’t mean to wake you up…” he murmured.

The ache in (Y/n)’s back told her she was injured. It couldn’t have been a dream.

She slowly sat up, adjusting the chair into its proper position and groaning once she sat straight.

“What happened…?” she asked, reaching to feel her wound, only to realize it was nothing but a bruise now.

“Those assholes attacked us…  I sent them back to Yondu.” Something about his tone felt definite. He had nothing else to say on the matter.

“Coulda sworn I took a harder hit…” (Y/n) trailed off, looking between Peter and the orb resting on the console.

Peter only shrugged, refusing to meet her eyes.

“I patched you up… It was just a scratch.” There was that tone again.

(Y/n) knew deep down it was much worse. She coulda sworn she let go…

She bit her lip and relaxed into the co-pilot’s chair. She knew Peter wasn’t telling her something… She hoped he would tell her soon.

~~The last of the Ravagers crawled across the floor, whimpering like a pitiful animal as he heard Peter’s footsteps approaching him.

He winced away as Peter stopped in front of him, slowly raising his hands over his head and giving him a pleading look.

“Please… Let me go. I’ll go to Yondu, tell em to drop your bounty. Leave you alone…” he croaked, staring at the unforgiving pair of purple eyes that stared into his soul.

Peter kicked him onto his back and pressed the sole of his boot into the Ravager’s chest. He clenched his fists at his side, feeling one shake as purple energy enveloped it while the other clenched the Infinity stone like a vice.

“You’ll just hurt her again.”

When Peter got back to the Milano he didn’t go anywhere near (Y/n) until the stone was back in the orb.

He took his sweet time, not wanting to take a close look at the woman who had been dumb enough to stay with him as long as she did.

Once he finally knelt beside her he moved her onto her back and cradled her in his arms. He took a moment to just look at her face, already drained of its color. Peter pressed his thumb to her lips, the weight of the galaxy crashing on him when he felt how cold they were.

“You gotta get up… You gotta tell me what to do…” He whispered, hoping she’d stir awake at the sound of his voice.

He didn’t even realize he had started crying until his tears began dripping onto her cheeks. “I need you to tell me what to do... “

Peter slowly gripped her and pressed his face into her neck, mumbling against her icy skin for her to wake up, almost like a prayer.

A surge of energy passed through him. The energy from the stone was so dirty, so corrupt. What Peter felt in that moment was different. It was pure, immaculate. It felt like eternity at his fingertips.

Peter quickly pulled back once he felt (Y/n)’s breath tickle his ear, he watched in shock as her color slowly returned to her cheeks. ~~

“Where are we headed…?” she spoke up, watching him intently as he leaned back into his seat.

“We’re returning that.” He pointed to the orb.

(Y/n) felt her stomach twist with a mix of happiness and worry. He had never suggested taking the stone back himself… but that just meant he was really messed up from whatever happened with the Ravagers.

She slowly stood up and made her way to him. (Y/n) gingerly took his hands, noticing the small burns covering his fingers as she knelt in front of him.

“Swear to me… Swear to me that we’re really taking it back…” she murmured, shivering as his eyes locked with hers. Something deep in his eyes felt so distant.

He pulled her hands to his lips and pressed a kiss to her knuckles, his eyes never leaving hers.

“I swear…”

(Y/n) slowly smiled, feeling tears begin to sting the corners of her eyes. Peter’s lips quirked up ever so slightly and he gently cupped her cheek, relishing in the warmth of her skin.

“Kiss me, you idiot…”

[macdav]

Where Were You (1/?)

Summary: You, Tony, and Nebula have miraculously made it back to Earth from Titan, and you find that Thanos’ plan managed to spare some who had been gone for a little more than awhile.

Characters: Reader, Thor, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Nebula, Natasha Romanov, Rocket Raccoon

A/N: Pure angst. Eventual Thor x Reader. I actually liked doing this so I’m making this a multi-chapter fic.

Prompt: “Hope you’re doing okay. it’s been awhile.” For @thorsthot writing challenge.

Word Count: 1.5k+

*Aboard Nebula’s ship, headed to the Avengers compound*

“You’ve never been to Earth. I have. Therefore, I will be the one in control.”

You make a face towards Tony. “I’ve been to earth, too. Idiot.”

“Yeah, but I’ve done more things in the atmosphere, relatively, so I’ll just do you two a favor and get us home.” Tony pauses and glances at Nebula. “Smoothly.”

Nebula smirks. “This is my ship. And I, at any moment, can throw you out into the vacuum of space. Choose your words wisely.”

“Too late for that. By the way, your ship might not survive the entry.” Your attention is drawn to small flames outside the window that quickly grow to engulf the ship.

“What?” Nebula lunges for the controls and yells at the ship’s computer system. “Engage reverse thrusters!”

“This isn’t your ship, Stark!” She snarls.

Tony raises his hands in defense. “Hey, hey. This thing is a piece of junk anyways.”

“Tony!” You yell. “None of us are going to survive if you two keep arguing. We’ve literally turned into a meteorite.”

“Yeah, okay, okay, I hear you.” Tony turns his back and begans to do a systems check. “Is there a cooling system in here?”

“I don’t know. You’re in control. Figure it out.” Nebula calls bitterly over her shoulder as she walks away and turns a corner. Frustrated and running out of time, you push Tony out the captain’s chair.

“Move.” You say, and using your limited knowledge of aircrafts, you work on trying to reduce the flames outside the ship and attempt to land it somewhat safely. However, as you get closer to your destination you see that all of the landing pads are covered by scrap metal and vehicles.

“Uh, Tony....” You call out, getting no response.

“Tony, there’s no where to land!” You yell frantically, trying to lift the ship back up away from the ground. It’s no use though, and instead of the ship thrusting back up, the hand controls lock up. You get out of the seat and run towards the back to brace yourself for impact.

“Take cover!” You yell to no one in particular and shut your eyes.

The crash is drawn out and you know that the ship has probably been sent straight through half of the perfectly manicured lawn. When you open your eyes you see that nothing but the ship’s frame is left intact and Nebula and Tony are sitting in charred grass.

You take a moment, eyes blown wide, to let your body register that you are, in fact, still alive. It’s dark, cold, and quiet outside the once lively Avengers compound. It’s doesn’t seem as though any alarms were tripped or that there was anyone who heard the crash outside even though there are lights on in the building.

You stand up and walk to Tony to help him up. Nebula has already gone defensive, backing towards the edge of the woods with her weapons drawn.

It’s seems as thought Tony also knows what’s coming for them. He isn’t letting you help him get up and is instead letting his entire body weight hang down. You let go and his arm drops.

“I know what your thinking.” He whispers, mostly likely referencing the inevitable reunion of himself and a man he once called his friend.

“If you did, you’d be standing.” You retort. “Come on, its freezing out here.”

Tony doesn’t budge.

“Fine then. You two can keep each other warm.” Your hand waves between Nebula and him. As you begin to walk away, Tony calls out to you in a broken voice.

“Pepper. You think he got her too?”

“You’re not going to figure that out here, are you?” You say without stoping on your path towards a side door.

You find the door locked so you walk back to the edge ruble and look for something that can be used as a makeshift crowbar. It takes time, and multiple pieces of the ship to pop it open, but you finally manage.

The hall past the broken hinges is dimly lit and pin drop silent. You begin to wonder if there isn’t anyone home. Maybe Thanos had gotten them all, maybe the lights were systematically on to ward off would be burglars.

Your mind immediately starts running through your plan b, thinking of the fastest way to Wakanda.

A shift of the light in the hall catches your attention. In the distance, two figures are heading towards you. Your mouth starts to goes sour with nervousness and excitement.

The figures become clearer and clearer until you find yourself in a tight embrace with your feet hanging off the ground.

“Where the hell of you been.” Steve says, his voice muffled in your hair.

“Language, Captain.” You joke tearfully. Your arms form a death grip around his neck.

Steve let’s you down and Natasha steps right in to hug you as well.

“I though you had also...”

“I’m glad to see that you’re okay too.” You interrupt. “Why is it so quiet here?”

“We turned off the alarms, and all the walls are soundproofed. Everyone here is on edge. We didn’t want to make it worse.”

Natasha nodded in agreement. “Are you alone?”

“No. Tony and someone else named Nebula, they’re outside. We were the only ones left from a place called Titan. I wouldn’t approach them right now, though. They’re not really in a talking mood-“

Something brushed against your leg and startled you. Looking down, a medium sized mammal stood staring right up at you. In its hands was a gun that was more than half its size.

“I heard ya say something ‘bout Nebula.” It said. You didn’t reply, too shocked by what you were seeing.

“Is this another one Tony’s creations?” You asked shakily. Natasha laughed softly.

“Steve, get her something to eat and then send her to the med bay. I’ll take care of things here.”

Steve silently thanked her with his eyes and took you down the hall by your hand. Your feet dragged as your eyes remained locked on the talking animal.

Once you were sure that you were out of earshot, you immediately began to question Steve.

“Did Tony make that?”

“No.”

“What’s going on here, Steve?”

“I hoped you would have the answer to that.” He let go of you once in the kitchen and opened the fridge, pulling some food to make. “Did you see Thanos?”

“Yeah. We almost had him too. Unfortunately, there were a few stupid plays that were made.” You say guiltily.

“It wasn’t your fault.”

“I bet you say that to everyone.”

“I mean it.”

“I have no doubt in that.” You say and look him dead in the eyes. His gaze falls to the side and his movements falter.

“I tried calling you.” He begins to explain.

You fold your arms over your chest. “Tony called first.”

“Right.”

“Is this thing between you still going on?”

Steve slams a draw shut after pulling out untensils. “I gave him a phone with my number in it, I wrote him a note saying that he could call me whenever he needed me, I did everything on my part.”

“I’m not blaming you,” You pause for a moment. “If it helps ease your conscious, I was there when he was about to call you. But there was this spaceship and these aliens who worked for Thanos and all of a sudden I was headed to another planet with Tony, a magician who could use the time stone, the spider kid, and this group called the Guardians of the Galaxy.”

Steve looked up a the last mention. “Are the Guardians still with you?” He asked hopefully.

“No. They uh- they’re gone.” You said slowly, still coming to terms with the damage that was done.

“I’m sorry.” Steve says to fill the silence.

“Yeah. Me too.”

Steve returns to preparing a meal and you pitch in where he’ll let you. You get the urge to ask him where everyone else is when you realize that you’d rather not have that answer just yet.

You and Steve finish making food and he sits down at the breakfast bar with you and digs in.

“Did you not have dinner?” You ask.

“The serum.” He says, and you nod, immediately understanding.

The food that was made was a glorious change from the disgusting rations and un-ripe yaro root stashed on Nebula’s ship for who knows how long. Steve finishes eating first and goes to the sink to rinse his plate. Over the water running from the tap, you hear footsteps getting closer to the kitchen. Your first thought is Natasha and you look up expectantly. But before anyone comes into view, a booming voice makes the person known.

“Captain Rogers. Is that you?” It roars.

Steve looks up from the sink, to you, then to the hall that the vistor is about to come from.

You debate hiding or simply fleeing, but you find yourself frozen. The man who appears from behind the wall isn’t completely what you expect. Short blond hair, a now brown eye and facial scar, Thor is dressed casually, a large axe ready in hand, in place of mjolnir.

He opens his mouth to continue talking to Steve but the sound never falls off of his tongue.

All three occupants stand in the kitchen, in silence and almost darkness, each one of them wanting to die just a little inside.

Steve bails first and places his plate into the sink and walks straight out of the kitchen.

Thor watches him leave but you remain focused on how different he looks. When Thor turns back to you you move your gaze to some nonexistent imperfection on the table.

“(Y/N)...” Thor manages to get out. “I hope that you are doing okay.” His eyes give away that he knows that the statement is not in anyway helpful but he continues. “It’s been awhile.”

-

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Yeah sooooooo if you made it this far, I love you, and I’m sorry that you had to go through this mess of words. The cringe is at 100 rn

[beeshive]

@thorsthot writing challenge!!

TITLE: Want

PROMPT: “I want you to love me.”

WORD COUNT: 963

SHIP: Thor x (gender neutral) Reader

You didn’t know when you fell in love with Thor. It didn’t happen at one specific moment like in the movies. It was slow, over a long period of time. You were pretty sure that it started the second you met, but you didn’t know it at the time.

You loved him, but he had no idea. Of course he didn’t. He was oblivious at times. Sometimes it was cute, sometimes it...was not.

Tony was throwing a party to celebrate New Year’s, and you had to watch Thor go around and flirt mercilessly with every girl. And you had to watch them flirt back. At times like this, his obliviousness was not cute.

You knew you had no reason to be jealous, but you still were. It wasn’t like he belonged to you or anything, because he didn’t. But that didn’t change the fact that you wanted—no, needed—him to love you. You could barely function around him at this point, and it was getting a little ridiculous.

You sat at the bar, a glass of red wine in your hand. You didn’t even notice that you were gazing at Thor longingly until a voice pulled you from your thoughts.

“You should tell him, you know,” Tony said, leaning against the bar. His face was flushed red from intoxication, and his hair was a mess. Clearly, he’d had a few too many drinks. You rolled your eyes and took a sip of your drink. He frowned and looked at you.

“You should. I mean, it’ll stop him from flirting with other girls like that,” he elaborated.

“I’m not gonna tell him,” you mumbled. “How do you even know?”

“Are you kidding? It’s obvious.” He scoffed and sipped his drink. “You look at him like...like he’s the sun or something. It’s ridiculous.”

“Shut up.” You smacked his arm. “What, is it so bad that I have a little bit of a crush?”

Tony immediately burst out laughing, making a few people glance in your direction. Thor, however, was still preoccupied with a blonde SHIELD agent.

“Tony, shut it!” You snapped. He caught his breath and pointed at you.

“You’re-You’re whipped for the guy, (Y/N)!”

“I am not!”

“Are too!”

“Am not!” God, you felt like a child, arguing with him like this.

“Are too!”

“Am–”

“(Y/N), is Tony bothering you?” Thor’s voice suddenly cut in. You felt your face heat up as Tony’s laughter continued.

“No, Thor.” You brushed your hair out of your face, looking down. “I gotta go.”

You managed to avoid Thor, and your feelings, for almost a week. You threw yourself into your work, working double shifts just to avoid thinking about him. As a nurse, you couldn’t think about other things while you worked, and by the time you got home, you were too exhausted to do anything but sleep.

Clearly, he noticed this. After two days, you received a text.

[Thor]: Are you okay?? 😮🤒😢🐍

You chose to ignore this message, continuing on your conquest of forgetting your feelings for the god. But on the fifth day, you were awoken by a knock at your door. You sighed; you were about to get in bed! Nevertheless, you got up and walked to the door. You opened it, and found none other than Thor standing there, looking concerned.

“(Y/N),” he said gently. “I noticed you were not responding to my instant messages. So I figured, they must be sick. So I brought you lunch.” He grinned and handed you a paper bag. Oh, fuck. Why did he have to be so sweet? If he was an asshole, it would be so much easier to forget how you felt about him.

“Oh...thanks, Thor. But I’m not sick,” you explained. His grin faded.

“Oh? Then why haven’t you been talking to me?” A beat, and realization struck him. “You’re avoiding me, aren’t you?”

“I’m not avoiding you.” You laughed nervously. He easily caught onto your lie and sighed.

“Did I do something wrong?” He asked, letting himself in. He leaned against your kitchen counter and crossed his arms. He looked amazing in casual clothes, you noted. In that red t-shirt that hugged his muscles perfectly and his hair tied back—no.

“No, you didn’t do anything wrong,” you replied. You placed the paper bag on the table.

“Then why are you avoiding me? Do you not want to remain friends?”

“No, Thor—”

“Because that would be okay. I will respect your wishes.”

“Thor, that’s not it—”

“Are you feeling sad? Do you need cheering up?”

“Thor–”

“Did something bad happen?”

“Stop!” You snapped. His face fell, and you instantly felt guilt rise up in your chest.

“It’s stupid,” you whispered. He frowned and stepped forward, taking your hands in his. Your heart was beating a million miles an hour at this point.

“I’m sure it’s not,” he murmured. Tears welled up in your eyes. He hushed you and brushed your hair out of your face.

“I want you t-to love me,” you whispered. He frowned in confusion.

“I do love you. You’re a very close friend of mine,” he said. You shook your head.

“No, Thor. I want y-you to be in love with me,” You stammered. His face turned pale.

“Oh, (Y/N), I…” he swallowed nervously. “I’m so sorry.”

“And you were f-flirting with all those girls last night and it’s stupid but it made me feel so so bad because I just want to be with you,” you said quickly. He cupped your cheek and wiped a tear from your face.

“Breathe,” he instructed. You took a deep breath, and he smiled reassuringly. Once you had calmed down a little bit, he spoke.

“I don’t know if I can say I feel the same.”

[swellwriting]

Brighter

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: none :)

Summary: You live next door to Peter, sharing a fire escape which leads to you finding out his spidey secret. The secret which is holding him back from letting himself have more with you. 

A/N: This is my entry for @thorsthot writing challenge ! My prompt was  “You make my days brighter.” 

Word Count: 1.4 k

You sat on the fire escape outside your bedroom window, watching the night life waiting for Peter to get back. It hadn’t been long that you knew he was Spiderman, he never wanted you to know but he had to choose his battles and he’d rather risk you knowing than Aunt May. His window was a few feet from yours, since your apartment was right next to his, and since that was his only way in and out of his room without Aunt May seeing him he didn’t have another option. Peter tried his best to sneak in and out of the window without you noticing or catching him except for one night three weeks ago.

-

You let your face fall into your hands, frustrated that you couldn't figure out your assignment, in the grand scheme of things it wasn't worth much but you knew it would be in the final exam which was worth more than half your grade, college is really dumb that way. You knew Peter would be able to figure it out in a under a minute, never making you feel dumb about it either. He wasn't even in your program he was just that smart, he said it was your detailed hand written notes but you knew that this stuff just came easily to him.

You pulled a sweater over your t-shirt and pj shorts and opened your window slipping out and closing it almost completely behind you, leaving it open a crack to get back in. You crawled along the fire escape and put your face up to the glass seeing no one inside but his window was also open just the slightest. So you opened it a bit dropping your textbooks inside and waited for him to get back, sat on his bed playing with your phone.

The two of you were quite close, you had been neighbors and friends for so long, sharing a window and a fire escape meant you had many late night chats and often snuck into each others rooms to hangout. You also told eachother everything, when Peter felt Aunt May was being too suffocating you assured him she was just worried about him, when your friends were too mean Peter promised he would never be intentionally mean to you like they did sometimes. There was one thing though that he didn't tell you, that he didn't want you or anyone to know, he never planned on telling Ned either.

As you sat on the bed, waiting for Peter to walk into his bedroom through the door, like a normal person, you were surprised when you saw him crawl through his window and collapse to the ground. You jumped up and went over to him, taking in his beaten up and bloody appearance, that's when you noticed what he was wearing. “You… you are not!” You said in disbelief mostly to yourself as you helped him sit up. He was in too much pain to even stress about the whole situation right now, tears in his eyes threatening to spill. “I think my ribs are broken.” He muttered quietly.

“What, oh okay well I can take my mums car and bring you to the ER-” “No, i’ll be fine, they will heal on their own, it just hurts like a bitch right now.” He said through clenched teeth.

“Tell me how to help you.” You said trying to remain calm, wondering how you never noticed or found out before.

“Can you just get me on my bed please.” He asked, you saw the eyes of his younger self shine through like he was a small boy again.

“Of course Pete.” You said smiling slightly and helping to lift him to his bed, you helped change him into normal clothes for when Aunt May would eventually walk in and washed the blood from his quickly healing wounds, watching astonished by the process.

“I'm sorry I never told you I-”

“Peter it’s okay, we don't need to have that talk right now. We can do that tomorrow, you can also help with my homework tomorrow, get some sleep.” You said as he quickly drifted off to sleep and you slipped back out the window. The next day he did help you with your homework, but you never really talked about the whole “Hey i'm spiderman my bones heal themselves after someone punches them so hard they snap in half.” conversation.

-

It had been three weeks since then, every time you tried to bring it up he brushed it off or changed the subject but tonight would be the night you confronted him.

You watched him swing and land on his side of the fire escape lifting up his mask and smiling at you. “Hey there, need some help?” He asked playfully.

“From the friendly neighborhood Spidey? No. From Peter? Yes.” You said smiling as he opened his window letting you in and crawling in after you. “Help with homework?” He asked again trying to find out why you were waiting for him so late at night. You looked around his room, matured a bit from when he was younger but there was still star wars lego projects proudly displayed and funny science posters.

“Nope, just couldn't sleep.” You said settling onto his bed crossing your legs. Peter frowned at your statement. “Because of me?” Your smile faded too as you had to admit it, both to him and yourself, though you tried not to. “No, you weren't even here how could you be keeping me up?” You tried to lie to yourself.

“Exactly I wasn't here, you were worried weren’t you?” He asked, no judgment directed towards you, but he had hurt in his eyes.

“Yeah.” You admitted quietly playing with your fingers.

“This is why I never wanted anyone to know, why I didn't want you to know.” He said in defeat falling and laying down beside you.

“Oh are we actually going to talk about this now?” You asked truthfully but with a bit of uncalled for sass. Peter put his arm over his face, he didn't know how to talk to you about this like he did everything else.

“I just wanted them to be two seperate things.” Peter confessed, stress evident in his voice.

“Well you can't just divide your life into two things and expect them never to intercept each other, you can't spread yourself so thin Peter.” You said as you lied down beside him, turning on your side to face him.

“I just wanted to help people and fuck with the bad guys and be an Avenger, but I also wanted to go to school and live with Aunt May, have Ned, have the girl next door.” He said turning so he was facing you too now, studying your face.”

“But you can have both, it just won't be perfect.”

“No, I can't, that takes the target on me and puts it on you and Ned and May, I cant do that to you guys so I tried to keep it a secret.”

“But you didn't have to hide it from us, especially me.” You admitted.

“I just wanted to pretend like Peter Parker could still have a chance with you, but now you know I’m spiderman and I can’t hide that from you, I can’t pretend that i'm not putting you in danger,”

“Well isn't that my decision to make? I don't care if you’re Spiderman, I don't care if you’re just Peter Parker, I’ll take both gladly. All I know is you make my days brighter and I don't want to lose that, if anything I want more.” You and Peter were only inches apart, you placed your hand on his red and blue patterned chest, if there was loose fabric you would be grasping at it.

“Well, who am I to deny you that.” He said, making a decision in his mind, maybe this would be okay, maybe it would work. He could keep you safe, hell you could do that yourself.

“Then give me more, Parker.” You said smiling as he kissed you lightly, both giggling at the tickling feeling, a line being crossed from childhood friends to something more. You rested your forehead against his, just enjoying the moment, how the feeling in the room changed so quickly. Being beside him you felt safe, whether he was Spiderman or just Peter Parker, with him life was simpler, happier, and brighter.

[thorsthot]

♡ thorsthot’s writing challenge ♡

It’s deadass amazing that 2.5k+ of you actually read my shit and talk to me on a daily basis; cause I don’t know what the fuck I be doing. I decided to do a writing challenge cause I know that a lot of y’all are extremely talented and you deserve to get your writing out there. So, we’re gonna try this shit the fuck out. I hope it don’t flop lmao. There will be a masterlist of all the fics submitted. 

EDIT: IM AT 3K NOW BUT ALL OF THIS STILL APPLIES I LOVE YALL SO MUCH

Rules n shit ↠

Gotta be following me to enter. Let me know if you’re posting from a side blog (though, i don’t really care)

Deadline ↠ August 16th

Thor & Howard Stark are greatly appreciated (and you’ll get bonus points)

You can write for any Marvel Character (MCU or X-Men/X-Force)

Yes, you can even write for Lowkey, Dr. Rat, and Black Window (I said what I said, idc)

Stories are anything from Angst, Fluff and/or Smut

Any Peter Parker or underage smut will be reported cause bitch what the fuck

No weird shit like incest, r*pe or abuse. And it’s a no on A/B/O. 

Only reader inserts

500-word minimum 

4k word max (but idc if you go beyond)

Fics should include word count, summary, and warnings. Should also include the prompt you’re using.

PLEASE ADD ‘READ MORE’

One prompt per two people so make sure you have a back up prompt

EDIT: Prompts already used by two people are strikedthrough

EDIT: You can write two stories

edit: you can use two prompts in one fic

Send an ask (or message) with the prompt + character you are using

Tag me in the fic and use the tag #thorsthotchallenge

Message me with the link if I don’t reblog it within 24 hours

Once you pick your prompt, you’ll be tagged in this post. 

Last but not least, try to make me feel in any way possible.

Once again, Deadline ↠ August 16th

What Happens When Entering ↠

By entering you’ll probably get a follow from me. 

Feedback on your writing if you’d like it. (Just let me know in your author's note)

But most importantly you’ll get all my love and appreciation.

Prompts n shit ↠

“Is it hot in here? Or is it just me?” (+ #5 w/ Peter Parker @avengingmelanin)

“I’ll always be here for you, just stop being a douche.” ( w/ Clint Barton @avengersandlovers)

“Oh look there’s some mistletoe.” “In July?” (w/ Sam Wilson @vulnificura)

“I want you to love me.” (w/ Thor @arinharin)

“Listen, hot stuff, now’s not the time for all that attitude” ( + #18 w/ Loki @beautifulbows924)

“You have to beg for it.” (w/ Thor @steviejazz)

“I just want to hold you and love you.” (w/ Thor @awkward-walking-potato)

“Oh! I thought you could handle it. I guess not.” ( +22 w/ Wade and Jack @thranduilxlegolasx)

“Don’t let my love go to waste.”

“Did you really think you’d get away with this?” (w/ Steve & Thor @killmongerrss)

“I will always love you. Never forget that.”

“For the last time stop playing Despacito.” ( w/ Bucky Barnes @novakkaia)

“It’s 3 in the morning. Why are you here?” (w/ Peter Parker @delicately-written)

“Maybe you should listen next time.” (w/ Thor @carriefish-er)

“Let’s watch a vine comp.”

“Will you stay awake with me? I can’t sleep.” ( w/ Thor @writingsformuse) 

“Shut up or I’ll make you.”

“I am totally not jealous.” (+ #23 w/ Thor @sarcastic-bisexual)

“This is the moment I’ve been waiting for.” ( w/ undecided character @hoe-sterfield)

“No thanks. I’m gay.” (w/ Thor @therevolution-willbelive)

“Please don’t cry. It’ll tear me apart.”

“Okay, but when are you going to cook?”

“Kiss me, you idiot.” ( w/ Peter Quill @laurens-lil-fics)

“I don’t need anybody else but you.”

“Do me a favor, kiss my ass.” (w/ Thor @gofandomsandotherstuff) & (w/ Sam Wilson @helplessly-nonstop)

“I don’t love you anymore.” (w/ Tony Stark @carriefish-er)

“Do whatever you want to me.” ( w/ Thor @ironman-trilogy)

“Till death do us part.” (w/ Thor @hazelgem29)

“Will you marry me?” ( + #38 w/ Howard Stark @ttaikas)

“Please don’t leave me.” (w/ Steve Rogers @batisalia)

“If you know what’s good for you, you better answer.”

“Do you trust me?” (w/ Thor @rowdyhooliganism) 

“Are you sick?” (w/ Howard Stark @ghost-with-spaghetti-arms)

“Can you give me a lap dance?” (w/ Bucky Barnes @whichwayisthebeach-seabass)

“You make my days brighter.” (w/ Peter Parker @swellwriting)

“At least take me out to dinner first.”

“Please don’t push me away.” (+ 41 w/ Thor @history-freak1)

“You drunken idiot.” (Valkyrie @therevolution-willbelive)

“I never wanted to love you. I just did.” (w/ Blade @vulnificura)

“You’ve been naughty.” (w/ Steve @tropicalcap)

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen you. Hope you’re doing okay.” (w/ Thor @pagethepunisher)

“The food looks great, but, there’s something much more delicious I’d like to eat right now.” (w/ Thor @rowdyhooliganism)

Let me know if you need to drop out of this or anything lol. But have fun :)