#implied ThorBruce

[eexhausted]

hi sorry im talking again

my mistake gang

BUT

even as somebody who genuinely doesn’t like the romance between thor and jane, at any point - it’s not that bad i just never liked their dynamic that much, more of a thorbruce person myself but i don’t see any issues necessarily with shipping it (?)

THE FACT THAT LOKIUS ARE CANONICALLY. TRULY REALLY IN FRONT OF MY EYES. BEING PARALLELED WITH THORJANE IS DRIGING ME CRAZY

loki did something silly, got punished and sent to an unfamiliar place where he met somebody mortal (or at least appearing so) and immediately fell in love with him , and then thought “oh shit im literally doing a thor rn”

like thor and jane are EXPLICITLY ROMANTIC until the off screen breakup in ragnarok and then again in tlat (even if i don’t like that movie all too much, it’s still just the truth.) not even really any slowburn, and even if i believe their relationship was symbolism anyway, ITS ROMANTIC. so….,,,

if they were reallyyyy trying to imply sylki canon they would’ve twisted it to be sylki - thorjane but it’s NOT like that at alllll.

[tj-dragonblade]

Fanfic Tag Game

Tagged by @softest-punk and @landwriter, thank you both!

1. How many fics do you have on AO3? 133

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? I will break 400K with the next thing I post (unless it is somehow less than 401 words lol) Also, this would require actually focusing on something to finish it

3. What fandoms do you write for? Currently? Sandman (technically, Dreamling). Previously? MCU, Naruto, Saiyuki, and Gundam Wing

4. What are your top five fics by kudos? Overall (these are from my Naruto days and more than ten years old): Delayed (or, Why Kakashi Is Never On Time) (GaiKaka) at 3963 Past the Limits (KakaNaru) at 1272 Affirmation (KakaNaru) at 1022 Worth It (KakaIru) at 1005 Vigil (GaaNaru) at 843 (It kills me that I am Just Not That Into Kakashi and yet he's fucked his way into four of my top five, lol)Current fandom tops, just for fun (all of which are at most a year-plus-change in age) Use Your Words at 443 Insatiable at 398 Fluffbruary Fills (2023) at 375 In the Morning Light at 318 Built For You at 308

5. Do you respond to comments? Yes, generally! I am still catching up on Fluffbruary comments, much to my chagrin

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Going aaaallllll the way back to Gundam Wing, I did a songfic where I implied a breakup until the final-line reveal that the character had gasp actually died. There may be a couple other angst-based pieces in my catalog, but that I think is the Most(tm).

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Most everything I write is a happy ending, when there's any semblance of plot involved. Uh. The Umbrella Boys AU had a wedding; maybe that counts? Either that or the Thessaly breakup fic with all the hurt-comfort pining that finally resolves into requited realization.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Never have, would like to keep it that way.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? The good kind *eyebrow waggle*

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? I have…three, that could be counted as crossovers, and one that's a proper fusion. None of them are particularly crazy. Duo and Wufei did Naruto roleplay in the bedroom. Kakashi and Naruto took on Princess Bride's fire swamp. Gojyo and Hakkai acquired Jiipu from Count D and his pet shop with a complete disregard for the fourth wall. Maybe that one, then, though it's more crack than crazy-crossover. Hob wearing the Wavemother's Robe is not enough of anything to count as a crossover.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I'm aware of, no

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes! I don't recall which ones but I've had requests to translate to Chinese, to Russian, and I think Spanish as well? Possibly French also. My memory is shit. Je suis désolé.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic? Yeah, a friend and I co-wrote a couple back in GW and it was…fun? At the time? It started as me helping her with the smut portion of a thing she was doing and turned into a cowrite with a sequel. Not the sort of thing I'd have written on my own, and definitely not now twenty years later with my current kink preferences

14. What’s your all time favourite ship? …yeah, that's not a thing I can answer. Whichever I'm fixated on is inevitably my favorite at the time but once the fixation fades, I still have so much love for each of them.

15. What’s a fic you’d like to finish but don’t think you ever will? Oh my god there are so many. But there are two-three unfinished drafts for ThorBruce fic that I really—see, my MCU fandom experience soured so fast I did not have my usual three-year run of productive ficwriting and the ideas I was working on probably could have been finished were that not the case. I would still love to finish them but the motivation (let alone the time) is just not there.

16. What are your writing strengths? I take great pride in my smut, and I like to think I'm good at it. Painting pictures with my words? Maybe character voice, in certain cases.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Plot. Stories with plot and progression and chapters and such. Follow-through to finish pieces that don't get done in the initial burst of focus.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic? If I had a need for it at some point, I would want to consult a native speaker to ensure correct translation and I would include the translation in footnotes etc. But it would have to be some really specific reason that the foreign language was needed/integral to some story device to not just indicate via some other means (e.g., '"xyz," he said, in perfect French', use of italics, etc) that a different language is in use.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Gundam Wing. If we don't count the 'DS9 novel idea' that I recall making notes on in my journal back in high school, or any of the Mary Sue DS9 thoughts I would also journal about. None of that was ever 'actual writing' nor did I have anywhere I would have shared it in '96.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? Again. How'm I supposed to pick? Ugh. Let's see, fandom by fandom. Gundam Wing…no, nothing there is a favorite. Saiyuki…When the Chips Are Down. Comedy gen-fic based on a tidbit of fandom lore is not something I manage terribly often but I am quite pleased with this one; Jiipu's pov always delights me and I'm proud of all the voice work here also. Naruto…maybe Seized? Sai POV is one of my strengths and I think it came through really well in that one. MCU…Carpe Diem, I'm very pleased with character voices in that one. Sandman…I remain very fond of the Drunken Confessions Fluffbruary 2023 fic and the Car and Cutoffs one might be my favorite smutfic. So far.

If you'd like to do this, please take my passive tag this has been sitting in my drafts for weeks.

[superblizzardfire]

He Blinded Me With Science

Co-written with @blueeyesblazing​ - ThorBruce professors au but Bruce also anonymously makes p0rn. Explicit. More chapters to come!

When visiting adjunct professor of anthropology Thor Odinson Googled for "local scientists gay" one warm spring evening, he wasn't exactly sure what he had been expecting to find nor how he had even ended up in this unfortunate situation. The fact was undeniable, though, that it was Friday, he was a stranger in a new city, and he had decided to stay home with a tub of Ben & Jerry's watching nature documentaries in his pajamas instead of doing something about it. Rather than contemplating that further, he added "hot with dark hair" to the search bar and hit the button. If academia had taught him anything, it was to be detailed in his queries.

He told himself that his interest was purely academic (ha ha), but even so he was disappointed when he saw the results. There were a couple of articles on famous LGBT scientists, a band called the Gay Mad Scientists and... adverts for ball shaving, for some reason. He might have had better luck with a dating app, but that implied commitment. Thor wasn't sure he was looking for commitment. It hadn't been too long since Jane dumped him (mutual dumping, he'd insisted afterwards).

He was idly scrolling through page twelve of the results when something caught his eye: "Jerking Off Whilst Reciting the Periodic Table (Can I Make it Past Iridium?)". The link definitely didn't lead to a dating website. Thor hesitated, intrigued. He glanced up at the TV, where a pair of giraffes were mating enthusiastically. He supposed the evening had been building towards this. Thor downed the melted dregs of his ice cream, put it to one side and furtively wiped his hand on his pants. He clicked the link.

Read the rest on AO3!

[stxphxn-strange]

i’d love it if we made it

a/n: the title for this comes from “love it if we made it” by the 1975 and it’s part 1 of probably 3 in a new college au miniseries. tw for mention of/implied unhealthy parental and romantic relationships, also i feel like i should mention that this fic isn’t anti bruce at all, but he and tony butt heads a lot in this one bc sometimes that happens

summary: how was anyone supposed to navigate being honest with themself and their friends while still dealing with the past and fearing judgement in the present? and why did Valentine’s Day nearing somehow suddenly make Stephen and Anthony’s relationship everyone’s business? so Anthony hated Valentine’s Day, sue him!

Anthony yawned, leaning his head against Stephen’s shoulder. He smiled sleepily as Stephen wrapped an arm around him and pulled him close, completely lost in the love in Stephen’s eyes and the background humming of an elevator’s inner workings. He probably could have fallen asleep then and there. It had been a long week, and Stephen and Anthony both were exhausted. The past few days had been a busy, hazy blur, and the weekend’s beginning would probably be the same.

“One day soon,” Anthony said, rolling his eyes as he yawned again, “We should honestly do nothing and sleep, or try to sleep.”

As much as he agreed, Stephen couldn’t (read: he didn’t try to) stop himself from teasing Anthony about what he’d said. “Who are you and what have you done with my ‘I can function on less than four hours of sleep’ hot mess of a boyfriend?”

Anthony exaggerated a swoon. “Aww, you think I’m hot?”

Bruce rolled his eyes from where he stood a short distance away. “I’m trying to listen to Hope talk about her plans for this Sunday, if you don’t mind keeping the flirting to yourselves.”

“It’s not complicated, we’re just going for dinner and a little walk around town,” Hope said. “I think I’m going to get Chrissy some roses too. What are you and Thor doing?”

“He told me has a surprised planned, and it’s on a need-to-know basis,” Bruce replied. “Which is such a Thor thing to say, even though he knows he can’t keep secrets very well. Do either of you know what he’s up to?”

“Brucie I don’t even know what you’re talking about, and I don’t think I’ve seen Thor all week,” Anthony mumbled. “What’s he doing?”

“That’s what I was hoping you could tell me,” Bruce said. “What are you two doing Sunday?”

“That might be a good day to catch up on sleep,” Stephen suggested, his answer more directed at Anthony.

Anthony nodded appreciatively. “Yes, yes yes yes. That’s the best idea you’ve had in awhile.”

“Fuck you, I have a ton of good ideas!” Stephen retorted.

“Fuck me yourself!” Despite the teasing tone in his words, Anthony was the picture of innocence as he snuggled closer to Stephen.

“Idiot,” Stephen murmured, kissing the top of his head.

The elevator came to a stop, the hallway surprisingly quiet as the doors opened.

“What kind of roses are you going to get?” Bruce asked Hope. “I mean it’s really none of my business, but I’m curious.”

“Probably pink?” Hope replied, the blush on her face matching the uncertainty in her voice. “She won’t admit it, but I know pink is Christine’s favorite color. Am I right about that Stephen?”

“You are, but also you know her birthday is in May right?” Stephen asked. “It’s only February.”

“No shit Sherlock. Sunday is the fourteenth, and I’m talking about Valentine’s Day flowers,” Hope said.

“Sunday is Valentine’s Day?” Anthony asked, still a bit out of it as Stephen opened the suite’s door.

“Did you forget? You, the most extra person in our entire friend group when it comes to any kind of affectionate gestures, forgot that Sunday is Valentine’s Day?” Bruce replied.

Anthony couldn’t measure how shocked his friend was, not when Bruce was as soft-spoken as always, but for some reason his question still kind of stung. “I didn’t forget, it’s been a long week and I just didn’t put two and two together.”

“What’s the problem?” Christine asked, standing up to hug Hope.

“Ant forgot that Sunday is Valentine’s Day,” Bruce said.

“I literally just told you that that’s not what happened,” Anthony muttered, increasingly annoyed with the conversation. “To be honest with you I don’t really like Valentine’s Day, so I haven’t been thinking about it.”

“You don’t— what?! You’re the perfect boyfriend, there’s no way you hate Valentine’s Day.” Now Anthony could tell that Bruce was shocked.

“He is the perfect boyfriend, and neither of us really care for Valentine’s Day,” Stephen said. He could tell that Anthony wanted to say something but was too taken aback. “There’s no relationship between who Anthony is as a partner and the way he feels about a date on a calendar.”

“I’m not disagreeing with you there, I guess I’m just surprised and I worded that incorrectly. I’m sorry Tony,” Bruce said.

Anthony shrugged and sat in the living room where Christine was moments before. “It’s fine. I don’t like the implication that I’m hearing, that just because I hate the holiday means I’m not going to do something for Stephen, but you may not have meant that.”

“I was curious if he’d be upset by that,” Bruce admitted.

“No need to talk about me like I’m not here, and no I wouldn’t be. I’m indifferent about the date and I wouldn’t expect performative affection knowing how Anthony feels about it. There’s no reason for anyone to make themself upset, stressed, or anxious because they do or don’t want to do something for their partner, and that goes beyond February 14th.” Stephen’s tone was firm, clearly indicating that he wanted the conversation to be over. He joined Anthony on the couch, laying down and resting his head on his lap.

“Don’t… no more details,” Anthony whispered.

Stephen nodded immediately. “I’m sorry.”

Anthony yawned again, taking one of Stephen’s hands as Christine and Hope walked back into the living room.

“I left my seat for less than 10 minutes,” Christine muttered.

“Ant and I were going to go to my room, so I guess it’s your lucky day,” Stephen teased.

“It’s just your audacity for me, we’ve been suitemates for two years and you can’t help yourself from stealing my spot whenever I leave the room?” Christine played along. “I’m going to tell Pepper and Wong when they get back.”

“We’re here, what happened?” Pepper was mentally preparing to roll her eyes.

“Stephen and Ant stole my spot in front of the TV again,” Christine pretended to whine.

“Oh, the horror! The humanity!” Wong quipped.

“And also apparently Ant doesn’t like Valentine’s Day, which makes no sense to me,” Bruce added.

Anthony rolled his eyes. “Just let it go Bruce!” 

An uncomfortable feeling like a humid room on a not-quite rainy day settled over the room. Bruce and Anthony both looked sheepish, hastily apologizing and letting the conversation blanket the room like a stratus cloud.

++++

They’d been quiet for the better part of an hour, focused intently and not at all on an episode of The Great British Baking Show. Anthony told Stephen in no uncertain terms that he was angry (“my blood is fucking boiling”) when they first closed the door to Stephen’s room, but had said little else since then. He’d retreated, both into the mess of thoughts taking over his mind and the comfort of Stephen’s hug. Stephen honestly didn’t expect Anthony to say anything again until he’d talked himself down or worked himself up.

It was three episodes later when Anthony spoke up.

“I shouldn’t have gotten that angry in front of the others,” he rasped. “They don’t know why I’m this upset at some simple questions, I just seem like a defensive asshole.”

“You’ve every right to be defensive. Even if I take everything I know about why you’re upset and put it aside for a minute, you reacted exactly like anyone who’s ever gotten annoyed at a friend for trying to find humor in your opinions and at your expense,” Stephen replied. “And because I know more of the context for how you’re feeling, I think Bruce just rubbed salt in a healing wound without realizing it.”

“I’ll apologize to him again later. I really feel bad for snapping, I’m no better than Howard and no better than my ex,” Anthony muttered.

“No Anthony that’s not true,” Stephen said firmly. “Neither of them, neither he nor Howard, would have the decency to feel remorseful or apologetic. Neither of them would even think about apologizing or checking up on everyone involved in the argument or situation. You're a good person and much better than you give yourself credit for, so don’t try comparing a golden apple to two that are rotten from the inside out. You’re human and definitely not the first person to be rightfully annoyed or angry with their friends.”

“I owe all of them an explanation,” Anthony mumbled. “About my ex.”

“If you want to tell the group, I support you. But you don’t owe anyone anything, and you don’t have to tell them now,” Stephen said. “You’ll only hurt yourself if you tell them before you’re ready, and you might not be yet.”

“I feel like I should, since it is almost Valentine’s Day and the timing is convenient. It’d be as easy as going to the living room and telling them ‘hey I’ve never really cared about Valentine’s Day but in recent years I’ve grown to hate it because it reminds me of an unhealthy relationship I was in,’ but I can’t say it,” Anthony replied. “I broke up with him three years ago, I should be able to talk about it.”

“If something was painful, then it was painful and you heal at your own pace. There’s no pressure to talk about it, not even to me if you don’t want to. I love you, and I’m here for you no matter what.”

“I love you too. I don’t think I deserve you.”

“Oh hush,” Stephen murmured. “Not only have you got that backwards, you’re just plain wrong.”

“I’m never wrong, thank you very much,” Anthony teased. He shifted enough to place featherlight kisses all over Stephen’s face, smiling when Stephen pulled him in for a long, sweet kiss on the lips. He rested his head on Stephen’s shoulder again when they broke apart, reaching up to play with his hair. “Do you want to do anything for Valentine’s Day though?”

“Besides catching up on sleep?” Stephen asked.

Anthony nodded.

Stephen’s response was immediate and came with the little scoff of indifference. “No. This week has been draining and I want to spend some time with you, that’s all.”

“That’s what I want too, but we can do whatever. I want to make you happy,” Anthony said.

“You do and you will just by being yourself,” Stephen whispered, kissing his hair. “Here’s my idea: we should definitely catch up on sleep, then we can spend the day lounging and eating candy, watching the worst rom coms we can find, and throwing popcorn at my laptop every time a character does or says something cliche. What do you think?”

“Everyday you do or say one thing at least that makes me fall more in love with you, and among other things today it was that idea you just came up with,” Anthony replied. “But if I see a single Lifetime channel movie about people falling in love with their dentist, having a meet-cute at a dentist’s office, or anything even remotely like that, I will not watch it. I don’t want to remember a plot of a movie like that while I’m waiting to get my wisdom teeth pulled next week!”

tags: @stark-strange-love2 @taruyison @kitkatfat15 @katninjagirl97 @spookywizardboy @ironstrange-chaos @chocopiggy @majesticnerdynerd @maya-custodios-dionach @thespacecryptid 

[bikerfaggot]

imagine hulk appearing outside of battle bc bruce has been overworking/ not taking care of himself and hulk is not having any of it because he cares about bruce and him telling thor about it when thor asks why he appeared

HULK 👏 JUST 👏 WANTS 👏 TO 👏 PROTECT 👏 BRUCE 👏

[stark-strange-love2]

Steve: Let’s introduce ourselves by what our boyfriends call us

Steve: Hi, I’m doll!

Bruce: Hello! I’m sunshine!

Stephen: Hi. I’m cumslut.

Bruce:

Steve:

Bruce: ...Tony doesn’t mess around, does he?

[cryptic-cockroach]

Yet again I provide only the best and most tasteful gamma system content

[natowe]

I was practicing drawing anatomy with yoga poses and then I remembered that one Anon asking me about Bruce in crop top and this happened. Also Bruce Week is happening and today’s topic is “Wonder”. So.

Boys are stretching and their boyfriends are enjoying that a lot.

[ad1thi]

WinterIron after a long day Avenging cuddling with each other

that was so fast wow

--

Today had been a good day

Not because of the twenty feet lobster that decided to exact revenge on all humans for eating its smaller brothers, and not because James had woken up panicked and Tony needed to mutter his name and rank over and over to calm him down

But because they were alive

Steve had taken one look at his team and made the executive decision to say fuck off to Fury in the blandest way possible, before he half carried half dragged a concussed Clint back to the Quinjet

Hulk had refused to let Bruce to come out, gingerly carrying the scattered pieces of the armour until he was sure that tin-man was safe, and an exhausted Bruce collapsed against Thor almost instantly

Tony had waited until they touched down in the Tower before he crawled onto James, pulling at his tac gear so he could rest his head on top of James' bare chest

He fidgeted for a couple of seconds before he abruptly became boneless, and James raised his flesh hand to card through his locks

It was a little kept secret that James' heartbeat calmed Tony down; the steady thump against his ribs relaxing the genius instantly, and James never denied him

Behind him, Steve coughed slightly and James stretched out his hand for the smoothie that Steve had gotten from the kitchen

Loath to move Tony, he shifted slightly so that he could angle the straw towards Tony's mouth- and felt Tony's throat working instantly

After half the smoothie was down, Tony moved so his head was burrowed against James' neck instead; swinging his legs around so that they tucked under his thighs

James' hand spread out instantly to wrap around his waist; tilting his head to kiss his husband's brow

"Te amo," Tony whispered against his skin; jutting his chin out to press their lips together

There was no heat behind the kiss, no motivation

just a re-affirmation that he was okay, he was here, he was alive

Fin

[marvel-ous-shitposts]

Bruce: *studiously doing his science work, listening to instrumental music, very focused*

Thor: *upside down in a desk chair* do you think stars have feelings

[missmaddiewriting]

He Ain’t Gonna Marry Me

AO3

Summary: Thor reflects on missed opportunities on the night of Bruce and Rhodey’s wedding

Thor looked around, and he had to admit, it was beautiful. The day Bruce had been waiting for, the day Thor had been dreading, the day that Bruce was getting married. When Thor realized he had fallen in love with Bruce, the scientist was already head over heels in love with James Rhodes. Thor saw how happy they were together and if they were happy it wasn't his place to intrude.

               The most painful moment was when Bruce asked Thor to be his best man. He barely remembers it. He knows Bruce asked; he knows he said yes, and Bruce hugged him. But the thing that stands out the most in his memory is the pain in his chest, the ringing in his ears. Because that was the first time, it hit Thor. That Bruce Banner was getting married, but he wasn't marrying him.

               As Thor got ready, he thought back on all his missed opportunities. All the times he could’ve said how he felt. Before he returned to Asgard, just after they had met, when the attraction was new and young, and Rhodes wasn't in Bruce's life yet. At the party, before Ultron, before everything fell apart. Thor was tipsy, he was heading over to Bruce intending on telling him how he felt. But then he saw them together. Bruce and James in their own world, laughing and enjoying themselves together. Thor realized he couldn’t take that away from him. They were on the statesmen, on their way back to Earth. They had grown closer during that time, and Thor’s feelings for Bruce had only increased. There was one night when they were together, watching the stars as they often did. Thor almost confessed, he almost told Bruce how he felt, what he had been feeling for years. Until Bruce rubbed at one of his fingers. The place where an engagement ring sat for only a few hours, before being taken off and put up for safekeeping, not knowing it wouldn’t be put back on for years. He talked about James, about how much he missed him, about how much he loved him, about how planning this wedding was the only thing keeping him sane on this trip. Thor realized that this was his last chance to tell Bruce how he felt, or he would never have the chance again.

               Thor knocked on the door to Bruce’s dressing room, mentally rehearsing what he planned on saying.

               Bruce opened the door, smiling as he saw Thor “Oh, hey Thor, what’s up?“ Bruce says as he lets the god in.

               “Hi, Bruce, I wanted to talk to you about something,“ He said, wringing his hands.

               "Oh, okay," He started "Hey, before you do, I wanted to thank you for doing this, for being my best man. You're one of my best friends, and honestly, aside from Jimmy who's walking me down the aisle there's no one else I'd rather have by my side today." Bruce admitted.

               Thor was taken aback, his small boost of confidence gone. “Um, yeah,” he replied before adding “That’s what I wanted to talk to you about too, actually. Thank you for asking me to be your best man,”

               “Of course, Thor,” Bruce replied, smiling that rare smile the Thor had fallen in love with.

               “Alright, well see you later,” Thor said before quickly leaving the room.

               When Thor got back to his dressing room, he took out his flask and took a shot of mead. There wasn’t supposed to be any alcohol at the wedding, but Thor knew it was the only way he would make it though. At this rate, he wasn’t making it through the wedding, regardless.

                               The wedding was a blur. Only remembered greens and silvers and fireworks going off. He barely remembers giving his best man speech, only that he made himself scarce as soon as he finished. But there was one person he couldn’t hide from. A sharp call of “Brother” pulled him out of his daze, as he stood on a balcony, drinking from his flask.

                “What is it, Loki?” he asked, taking another drink.

               “Are you planning on sitting out here and moping?” Loki replied, moving to stand next to their brother.

               “Yep,” was all they got from Thor in response

               “It’s pathetic, you know,” Loki said, though they also sounded sympathetic

               “I know, but here I am, at my best friend’s wedding, hiding from the world,” Thor explained

               “If you were going to be miserable why did you even come?” Loki asked, wanting to comfort their brother.

               “He asked me to be his best man, I couldn’t turn him down, not without an explanation,” He replied

               “Then why didn’t you tell him?” Loki asked, their voice softer, showing the sympathy they felt.

                “I-I couldn’t, he was getting married, I didn’t want to cause problems,” he explained, his voice breaking, Thor was fighting back the tears.

               Loki nodded, they understood why their brother was in so much pain; they knew how much he loved Bruce. “At the very least, you should enjoy the party, brother,” he replied, knowing what Thor needed, a distraction.

               Thor nodded, turning back towards the party. When he did, he saw Tony staring at him. He smiled.

[drawsndrabbles]

I’ve seen this prompt idea floating around but I don’t think anyone’s actually written something for it yet so maybe you’d be interested. In which Bruce gets really anxious when the Avengers argue because it low key gives him flashbacks of his abusive father, but he doesn’t want to ask them to stop and make a fuss so he just avoids the yelling. Thor notices though, and when Bruce explains he gets protective and tries to make the others keep it down. (P.S. Your writing is awesome 😎)

Oh shit boooooi I’m back if you’re even following my blog anymore wonderful anon I am. so sorry. But I really liked this idea ‘I hope you enjoy! Took a bit of a dark turn though. 

Tw for implied physical and emotional abuse (nothing explicitly detailed) and the description of a panic attack

Bruce wasn’t confrontational by nature.

I suppose a childhood under the care of a monster wouldn’t allow someone to be so. The heated flesh and bruised skin of a word said out of line would silence a loose tongue with little conditioning. And so Bruce became compliant, though the pain often remained unchanged.  

The bullying of other children and degradation both at home and in the schoolyard only made a quiet boy silent in his suffering. And lo the anger and frustration of those wrongdoings twisted a righteous fury within him, but lest he became his father, it lay behind his defenses for fear he may become the monster his father claimed he was.

And so Bruce stays out of conflict, where ever it may be. He shied away from those being picked on in the locker rooms, would speed walk past arguing couples and cover his ears to block out the cries from the next room over.

And life went on.

Until the accident.

It was a curse that the misunderstood called a blessing, a tool, and a weapon. The hulk was everything his father told him he was, a monster, and a mistake. The amalgamation of his frustrations in a cruel and unjust world that swung it’s fists as carelessly as his father. And Bruce hated him.

But, sharing their bodies, their lives, hate is an uncomfortable feeling to hold to someone who knows you as well as you but is not “you.” And so they’d come to an uneasy understanding.

And life went on.

Strangely, it wasn’t so bad anymore. Bruce returned to Stark Towers with Thor and hundreds of Asgardians in tow and was welcomed back with open arms.

When they’d arrived Thor slung a comfortable arm around Bruce’s shoulders and offered him an encouraging smile as the elevator doors opened to the reveal the waiting faces of their comrades.

The reunion was a happy one, with Thor being the boisterous one as Bruce smiled tiredly while they were swarmed with questions from their friends. But as Bruce looked around he noted everyone looked a bit older, haggard and grim rather than the youthful faces he remembered. Even Tony, whose childlike exuberance seemed unending, looked worn, with deeper bags under his eyes and more lines to was the product of a little more than insomnia.

Not only that but when otherwise unoccupied he would glance to Steve every now and again with a grimace that seemed to be mirrored back at him by the captain.

Suddenly a large familiar hand clapped down on his shoulder, startling the scientist as he turned and found himself face to face with Thor.

“Friend Banner, may I request your presence for a moment?”

“Oh, yeah sure. What’s up Thor?”

The god of Thunder smiled lightly before taking Bruce’s hand and leading him out to the balcony. “I-Is something wrong?” Bruce murmured.

Thor’s upper lip curled a bit as he shrugged too mechanically to be nonchalant. “Not presently, however, I wished to ask for your eyes.”

“My eyes?”

Thor nodded. “Is it just me, or does our team seem to be divided down the middle?”

Bruce exhaled, feeling strangely relieved but newly apprehensive at the same time as he glanced back to see half their friends on one side of the room and the other half at the other. “No it’s not just you, but I get the feeling they won’t tell us the truth about it if we ask.”

Thor nodded grimly before turning and offering Bruce a bright smile. “I’m sure they will come together again soon. Loki and I have managed to reconcile our brotherhood so I’m certain the rift will mend with time.”

Bruce gave Thor a small smile and nodded despite the unease knotting his stomach. “I hope you’re right…”

-

Thor wasn’t right.

It had been about a month since their return but it felt like years had passed and Bruce was exhausted.

It seemed like each day brought new reasons for his team to be at each other’s throats, whether it warranted an argument or not. Not only that but with Thor having an entire kingdom to run and educate on the ways of earth, Bruce found himself alienated from his comrades in the time past. So he couldn’t help but feel a little melancholy without a certain God by his side after all that time together in space.

And so Bruce was left to deal with the uncomfortable tempers of his teammates alone.

Now while Bruce himself wasn’t confrontational, he also avoided confrontation whenever possible. Though being strong-armed into the Avenger’s team did little to allow him to lead a peaceful lifestyle. Either way, some of his companions blood ran a little hot compared to his, and many of them refused to back down from a challenge.

He did his best to avoid it under the best of circumstances, and at worst, he had to either find an excuse to leave the room or sneak back to his room or the lab while whoever was arguing was occupied.

It seemed to work well enough for a while, but one day it all came to a bit of a head.

Tony and Bruce were doing business as usual, slumped over their desks and testing new results of different experiments before the sliding door opened and Steve walked in, his eyes downcast on a piece of paper.

“Hey Bruce did you manage to make any progress on-”

Steve paused as he looked up from whatever was in his folder and made eye contact with Tony from where he’d risen from his seat. “Ah, I see your busy.”

Tony bristled slightly and inclined his head in Bruce’s direction. “Yeah, we’re busy. We always are. What’d he ask you to work on Bruce?”

Bruce froze as a familiar feeling of dread began to knot his stomach and the onset of a panic attack cost him his breath. “I, well, That is-”

“Something I asked him to look into. Privately.” Steve interrupted.  

“Oh yeah? Are we not a team Cap?” Tony sneered.

“Why don’t you ask yourself that question.”

“Why you-”

From then on it was just white noise as both Tony’s and Steve’s voices rose with the tension in the room and Bruce did all that he could to try act nonchalant. But as the argument grew more and more heated Bruce felt the pull of hysteria gnawing at his psyche as random splashes of color flashed behind his retinas.

Tony and Steve didn’t seem to notice the chair clatter backward as Bruce bolted out from his desk and stumbled into the hall, using the walls for support.

Bruce managed to get to his room thankfully without encountering anyone else and curled up in the far corner of his bed, grabbing his blankets and encasing himself as he did so.

He wasn’t sure how long he stayed there in the dark, attempting to calm his frayed senses. He must have been quite out of it, however, he didn’t notice that anyone had entered his room before he felt the bed dip gently.

He reacted violently, nearly jumping out of his skin as he whipped around to see Thor, now standing, with his arms up in a manner that said Bruce had scared him as much as he scared Bruce. But when Bruce registered who it was in the dark he let out a pathetic whine and Thor closed the distance again, sitting close to the trembling scientist and nearly pulling the other man into his lap as he hushed him and rubbed soothing circles into his back.

They stayed like that for quite a while. The sun was setting through the windows when Bruce finally pulled back to look Thor in the face.

The God smiled gently down at him and brushed a stray curl from Bruce’s forehead. “Feeling better?”

Bruce felt his face heat as Thor’s hand lightly brushed his head before returning to its previous position on his hip, but when he tried to pull away Thor just hauled him closer. “I-I, yes? Yeah, I’m sorry you had to see that. After you, uh, yknow, you finally got the time to come to visit. Not, not that running your kingdoms not important, and then teaching everyone earth stuff and-”

Thor shushed the rambling scientist gently. “It’s quite alright, I’m pleased to have been here in your trying time.”

“Oh yeah… that.” Bruce replied, crestfallen.

Thor waited for a few moments before prompting; “May I ask what happened to upset you so?”

Bruce flinched ever so slightly and turned to tell Thor no, but when he looked into his eyes, there was something there, that made him want to talk. “I. It’s a long story.”

“I’d wait years.”

“I-It’s not a pleasant one either.”

Thor placed his hand over Bruce’s squeezing tightly. “I know.”

-

Thor was quiet for the duration of Bruce’s story, his face remained unchanged for the majority of it but at certain cruel and difficult parts, Bruce noted the slight clench to his jaw. And when he finished Thor let out a soft huff like he was scared if he was too loud Bruce would run away.

And Bruce, almost felt better at the end of it all. It was like something exceedingly heavy had been lifted off him, and since he’d grown accustomed to the weight he felt like he could float away.

These things wouldn’t solve themselves overnight, but it was more of a start than he’d had in his entire life.

Bruce smiled at Thor and when Thor glanced at him, his pensive expression melted as he mirrored his expression. “I’m glad you told me, Bruce. I know this was not easy, but I do hope you feel that you may call upon me any time for anything, and I will return to you.” Thor squeezed his hand around where it was resting on Bruce’s and the scientists cheeks reddened but his smile didn’t fade.

“Now then,” Thor began as he reluctantly moved Bruce from his lap. “There is something I must discuss with the team. Though I assure you nothing you’ve told me will be heard from outside ears.”

“Y-You’re not mad are you?”

“Of course not.” Thor answered with a smile as lightning flashed outside. “I just need a moment.”

Thor left Bruce where he was sitting and went out into the main part of the tower, but it only took about 15 minutes before his curiosity got the better of him. Bruce snuck into the hall outside the living room and managed to catch the tailwind of what must have been a massive lecture.

“-peoples lives are at stake due to your childishness. If we were to get attacked now there would be no way you all would be able to act as one and would most likely make things worse rather than better. I’m not telling you to erase the problems nor am I expecting things to be fixed by morning, however, you are obviously all here with the intent to work together again. But that cannot be done if you won’t put the effort towards it. Meet in the middle as Loki and I have done or else you will bring everyone else down with you. Act like the adults you claim to be and cease your useless fighting lest I take Bruce on a holiday and leave you all to do his work by yourselves.”

A chorus of “no’s” had Bruce stifling a laugh from the shadows, but Thor’s wink in his direction had him grinning.

[ragnarokdad]

Wild Wood River verse + Steve/Loki for the 5 headcanons thing please!!!!! requirement at least one of the five must be about their dog

YES let’s bring back that verse. For those unfamiliar, Wild Wood River is the series I wrote last year (shameless self-promotion) which was my gateway to creating this blog and probably still the best writing I’ve produced since going back to fanfiction. 

-Okay so the last time I wrote stuff for this verse they just got a dog right? It’s very important that the dog is named Buddy and Steve named him. 

-Anyway I was also thinking considering it’s Victorian times and all that jazz they can’t really get married BUT what if they went back to London for the summer and had a small ceremony at the villa surrounded by sound people celebrating their love

-Even Sam comes over to London for the occasion and Thor ‘officiates’ 

-They’re both doing quite well at their jobs in New York and their goal is to be able to get a wee house in the country and they go looking for a cute house and they need one that’s perfect for the dog obviously and also that reminds them of the England villa where they fell in love 

-And they move in in the autumn after they get back from London and it’s all autumny and beautiful and I cry because I miss this verse

[thor-appreciation-blog]

Thor only eats organic food after Bruce shows him a documentary about the food industry, pass it on

[stxphxn-strange]

destress

a/n: i wrote this purely bc i had a bad week last week and I’m Worried enjoy it❤️

Stephen knew he wasn’t the only one home, he could hear Rhodey doing something, talking to someone… somewhere. It sounded like they were talking in the kitchen, Rhodey and… was that Thor?

It sounded like Thor. Which meant Bruce was probably floating around somewhere too, or maybe Thor’s siblings. That mystery could remain unsolved. He wasn’t really listening to their conversation or even their voices, he was trying to hide from all of the noise. It didn’t matter if the noise was in Stephen’s apartment or in his own mind, it was horrendously loud no matter where he focused.

And the noise wouldn’t shut up.

It reminded him that he probably didn’t do very well on Friday’s midterm.

It reminded him of all of the shit that went down this week, as if Stephen was incapable of remembering his stressors.

It told him that he shouldn’t spend time moping and waiting for Anthony to come home, he should do something productive.

It told him that he was stumbling across the line between close and codependent, that he ran the risk of driving away the person who’d always been there.

It told him, echoing a familiar cold voice, that he couldn’t have a hug, that he needed to be less emotional at this point in his life.

It drowned out the rational part of Stephen’s mind that knew Anthony would never object to showering him in affection, the part of him that knew they were okay. They never listened to what people said about their relationship, if there was a problem they solved it together and strengthened their lifelong bond. No outside opinions mattered because nobody knew their relationship better than they did. People liked to talk their shit but it really didn’t matter, except in these moments where Stephen felt he was doing something wrong. And the noise in Stephen’s head was being a little bitch today, now sounding like more judging voices as it screamed.

He was tired, so very physically and emotionally tired, and thus didn’t care how pitiful he sounded to himself. Stephen just wanted a hug from his boyfriend, but he’d settle for laying on the living room couch under a blanket they liked to share until Anthony returned.

++++

Though he didn’t plan to fall asleep, nor did he recall even closing his eyes, Stephen felt himself slowly reentering the waking world. The next thing he registered was soft, sweet laughter in front of him and a gentle hand caressing his hair. A sense of comfort and familiarity made him smile sleepily.

“Be back soon!” Rhodey called from wherever he was.

“Bye Platypus, love you!” Anthony replied. He pressed a soft kiss to Stephen’s forehead. “And I love you, Sleeping Beauty.”

“Not sleeping,” Stephen huffed, forcing his eyes open to look at his boyfriend. “Just tired.”

“You were sleeping when I got home a minute ago,” Anthony said kindly, smiling at him. He sat cross-legged on the floor, his head cocked to the side as he gazed at Stephen with loving, expressive eyes. “Did I wake you up?”

Stephen nodded. “There are worse ways to be woken up than with your laugh, though.”

“But you needed the rest,” Anthony murmured, his thumb stroking Stephen’s cheek. “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to be,” Stephen assured him. “I missed you. Are you going to just sit in front of me or can we cuddle?”

“Okay pushy, you don’t have to tell me twice,” Anthony teased, hopping onto the couch with Stephen and pulling him close. “Good?”

Stephen sighed and buried his head in Anthony’s shoulder. “Getting there. At least the week is over.”

“It is,” Anthony replied with a little hum. “And next week will be better.”

Stephen wanted to object, to say that Anthony didn’t know that for certain, but he refrained in the hope that he’d somehow absorb Anthony’s positivity. He didn’t even say anything, he just sighed again.

“I love you,” Anthony whispered, giving him a soft kiss. He proceeded to pepper kisses on Stephen’s hair and face, whispering between each kiss that he loved him.

It nearly brought Stephen to tears, his face flaming red where he did it in his boyfriend’s shoulder. He was quiet for a minute longer, taking it all in, before he finally responded. “I love you too, I love you so much.”

Anthony yawned. “You have the right idea, taking a nap.”

“I’m not tired anymore, but I’ll hold you while you rest, if you want that,” Stephen offered.

“Yes please,” Anthony replied, settling himself in Stephen’s arms after a moment of reconfiguration.

Stephen smiled for the first time since he woke up that morning.

Noticing his smile, Anthony wrapped his arms around Stephen’s waist and smiled too. “You’re the cutest fucking thing.”

“Nah.”

“You are.” Anthony yawned again. “You’ll be here when I wake up?”

“I’m not going anywhere for the rest of the day, I’ll be right here,” Stephen promised.

“Watching our show without me… again?” Anthony quipped.

“I was just going to start the next ep— wait, how did you know I watched without you?” Stephen asked.

“Wong told me,” Anthony replied.

“Goddamnit,” Stephen muttered, eliciting Anthony’s same soft laugh.

“I’m not mad, you’ll just have to rewatch the episodes again with me and deal with me asking you questions about things I don’t get,” Anthony continued.

“That sounds like an excuse to cuddle, I accept your terms,” Stephen teased, his smile feeling more at home on his face.

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[bikerfaggot]

the funniest thing to me is thinking about how everyone on the avengers team has a costume except for bruce so i just imagine them all together right before a battle looking badass and bruce is there in like some sweatpants and an old t-shirt

i see this and i raise you: everyone all badass and bruce is wearing THORS old t-shirt and sweatpants