a/n: I thought this up randomly and I’m kinda obsessed with the idea of someone doing this for Matt. I think it’d be really cute and I needed to write it out.
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You lay with Matt resting bonelessly between your thighs, your fingers thoughtlessly running through his hair, basking in the afterglow of your previous activities.
All was peacefully silent in his apartment, the only noise being both of your calming breaths. Though that was all you heard, you couldn’t even imagine the sounds and scents that must be filling Matt’s senses. You often wondered what it was like for him to live with such a thing.
You always took notice of Matt. When he would squeeze his eyes tightly because there was just too much noise going on around him, when he would stifle a gag because there were too many mixing scents, when he would shift on the bed because there were too many differing textures. There were a number of times where you had seen Matt simply overwhelmed by the world around him.
You always tried to help as best you could.
You hear Matt inhale deeply from where his head lay, his face cuddled against your neck. You feel him smile, his lips soft.
“I think I could find you from anywhere in Hell’s Kitchen,” Matt spoke randomly, the smile still on his face. Your bodies moved as you laughed lightly. The sound of your laughter bounced around the room as it intensified from Matt nipping at your throat playfully.
“That’s random,” you replied once your laughter ceased, mentioning the previous silence. You tried to angle your neck to get a look at his face but Matt kept himself tight against you. Matt’s hand drifted down to caress his knuckles along your bare torso. You noted the warmth in his touch and the rough texture of his hands. Your fingers moved through his hair as he subtly shook his head.
“Everyone has a different scent and it’s constantly changing. It can be overwhelming. But you… you smell the same. Always. It’s become imprinted in my memory, I am more sure of it than I am of most. And I think I could find your scent anywhere,” he admits softly as he curls further against you, his nose brushing against your skin. The weight of him on you was comforting. It was as grounding as your scent was to him.
“Does it help?” You ask, having always wondered if all your attempts were in vain or not. His lips now ghosting along your collarbone, his warm breath now igniting goosebumps along your arms.
“It helps a lot. It calms me down if I’m being honest,” he admits, planting a soft kiss on your sternum before snuggling back against your throat. You sigh in relief, your body relaxing more into the mattress. Your hands slip from his hair and sweep along his back, the muscles there shifting from your touch.
“Your scent brings me comfort too,” you say back, a smile forming on your lips as well. Matt hums and it vibrates through your body like an electric current. Even the littlest thing he did to you made you feel more alive than you remember ever feeling before.
“I think you do it on purpose,” he states, making your eyes shoot open from their closed and relaxed state. Your hands stop their movements and you feel Matt jerk with a short chuckle.
“What do you mean?” You ask, making your voice light and airy. But you knew Matt would sense your increased heartbeat. Even as you tried to breathe evenly, you knew you’d fail to conceal anything.
Matt shifts and your arms fall around his waist, your arms wrapped around him. He braces his forearms on the mattress and he lifts himself off you slightly and all just so you can witness the look he sends you, lips pursed and brow raised.
“Don’t play dumb, darling,” he says, the start of a grin twitching in the corner of his mouth. Your arms tighten around him, making his expression soften. You look over his features, not truly being able to believe this man was yours.
“I notice everything, Matty,” you start softly, a little embarrassed to be admitting this to him. “Everything about you. I know this gift you’ve been given can feel like a curse… but when you’re with me, I don’t want you to feel that way,” you express, finishing strong. A hand moves to cup his cheek and he immediately falls into it, his eyes closing as he accepts its comfort. His scruff tickles your hand but you enjoy the sensation.
“So how do you do it all?” He asks, eyes still closed. Your eyes catch how his eyelashes fall against his cheek and your heart flutters. Your chest feels tight, revealing this to him. You never did it so that he would acknowledge it as if you were doing something special. You only ever did it to make him more comfortable.
“I use the same scent for everything. Body wash and shampoo, perfume, and soap so the different smells don’t overwhelm you. And I match a lot of my outfits too so no matter if you’re holding my waist or my thigh, you’ll feel the similar textures of fabric. You know, stuff like that I guess…” you share, your voice trailing off, your eyes darting to look over his shoulder.
After a few long moments of silence, you gather enough courage to look back to his face. His eyes are now open and wide, darting around uncontrollably. His lips are parted as he inhales and exhales shaky breaths. He’s speechless. And you don’t know how to take that. Worry builds within you the longer it takes for him to reply which causes your chest to tighten and your brows to furrow deeply. Your hand falls back to his waist, unsure of his reaction.
Matt doesn’t speak first. First, he moves to balance on his elbows as his hands fall to your face, slowly tracing your features. He chuckles breathlessly as he smooths out the lines between your brows. He traces the shape of your face, your nose, your cheeks, your mouth, and your chin. His hands rest against your neck as his thumbs graze your jaw. You merely scan his features as you lay there silently, waiting for him to speak. You note the disbelief on his face and wonder what he’s thinking.
“I love you… so damn much. I- I can’t believe— you do— shit,” Matt whispers brokenly and a giant exhale follows from you. You smile widely, your hands coming up to grasp his shoulders tightly. You shrug a little, knowing he can feel it.
“What can I say? I kind of love you too,” you say followed by a few giggles of laughter. A large smile breaks out across Matt’s face as he laughs heartily.
“Kind of?” He asks incredulously, raising his voice to add effect. It forces out a few more laughs before you lean up and plant a soft kiss beneath his earlobe.
“Do what you did with your tongue again and I’ll lose the kind of,” you whisper in his ear. You feel a huff of laughter against your neck before you lean back to face him.
“Alright, I’m gonna kiss you now,” he says with a grin. You shake your head, a look of faux disapproval on your face.
“Not the tongue thing I was talking about,” you say, letting the look on your face shine through your tone as he leans in closer and closer to kiss you.
“Shut up,” he says through a small laugh before his lips mold against yours. You sigh into the kiss, letting both of you fall back against the bed.
His lips are soft against yours and his tongue is smooth as it glides across your own. His hands hold you firmly. You can feel the effect of your kiss on your thigh but it doesn’t disrupt the kiss and the calmness of it. You feel his warmth surround you, blocking out the rest of the world. In this brief moment, it’s only you and him and the senses between you. No one else’s.
You only break apart once the sting of pain in your lungs reminds you that you cannot kiss Matt forever, despite your own wishes. Matt continues to lean over you, nose brushing against your own.
“Not what I was hoping for… but not bad…” you say breathlessly and with a smile on your face. Your eyes focus on Matt to see his expression serious. His thumbs reach up to swipe back and forth across your cheek.
“You are my sanctuary,” he says lowly, taking his time to say them. Your heart melts as you can feel the intensity in the meaning of his words.
Requested by anonymous:‘Imagine Reader meeting Steve at the museum and both are super shy but since then they come across each other everyday and it’s really cute ’
Characters:Steven Grant x Reader
Meanings:(Y/N)=Your name
Warnings:Just fluff
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(Y/N) beamed as she stepped into the museum. She hadn’t visited since she was little, it had changed so much, but that only meant she had more exhibits to see. She didn’t care that she was by herself, no one was there to distract her. She could really focus on the history on display.
Her whole day was spent there, and a day we’ll spent in (Y/N)’s opinion. She knew there were others around her that also appreciated the displays and information set out, though there were also a lot of children either fascinated or bored during their trip. Just like when she was a little girl, she ended the trip with a visit to the gift shop.
Steve was obviously bored, repricing items that were headed for clearance, the stupid and inaccurate toys mocked him almost. As he carelessly stuck new price stickers on the items, he noticed a woman waltz in, staring a little too long. He couldn’t help it, she was beautiful. Steven assumed she would walk through to the exit, it was always kids and their parents who stayed to buy something. He was surprised when she saw her jaw drop at the sight of something.
(Y/N) rushed over to the Egyptian section, spotting the newest book by her favourite author. It was another installment from the author who studied all aspects of Egyptian life, and it was exclusively released to the museum first. She picked up one from the pile, seeing that she had grabbed one of the signed copies. With a big grin on her face, she made her way to the till, already wanting to flick through the papers.
Steven clumsily fumbled with the sticker machine, almost dropping it on the floor as he scurried over. He tried to play it off by laughing when he got there, greeting the woman with blushing cheeks.
“Hi.”
“Hi.” she smiled back.
“You seemed excited to pick this one up.”
“Yeah, well, I have all the other books in the collection so far. And I realised literally as I walked in here that the new one is being sold here so of course I have to get it.”
Steven was in awe. There were hardly any customers that would know of this author, let alone want to buy a book from the museum in the first place.
“I have all the books too!” Steven exclaimed.“Volume one is always my favourite though.”
“Egyptian gods? Yeah, that’s a good one. You’re so lucky to work in a place like this.”
“The gift shop? Nah, it’s not as good as being on the floor, you know, like a tour guide.”
“That does sound fun.”
“The shop or the tours?”
She laughed.“Sorry, I have to go with the tours.”
He let out a short chuckle as he scanned the book, grabbing a gift bag as she got out her card.
“Oh, I have one of those member cards to scan!” she quickly whipped it out.
“Oh cool, so you’ve got yearly access to the museum.” he took it from her to scan.
“Yep, it was a present from my parents. I’ve just moved to London because of my new job, but they knew I would want to come here all the time. I was so excited when they gave it to me, it was even better than the new TV they helped me buy.” (Y/N) froze before she could talk any further.“Sorry, I talk a lot when I get excited.”
This shop assistant was so cute, and here she was embarrassing herself. She saw his name was Steven from the name tag, noting that it was with a 'V’ and not a 'ph’. As he returned her card, he dropped it on the counter, both of them fumbling to pick it up, cringing as their hands brushed multiple times.
“So, that’s thirteen pounds and fifty pence please.” Steven said when they recovered.
She tapped her phone on the card machine, thanking him as he put the receipt in the bag and slid it over.
“Will you be visiting again soon?” Steven dared to ask.
“Yeah, I think I most definitely will be.”
They shared a smile before she walked away, shoulders tensing up from how giddy she was.
“My name is Steven by the way!” he called after her.
(Y/N) turned around.“I know. Because of the name tag! I’m not a stalker!”
He nodded as they laughed again, (Y/N) about to walk away when she remembered she hadn’t told him her name.
“Oh, I’m (Y/N) by the way. It was really nice to meet you.”
They were both bashful as their conversation ended. Steven had a bit more spring in his step for the rest of the day, hoping (Y/N) would become a regular visitor who he would be seeing more often. (Y/N) now had another reason to come to the museum, maybe she would grow the confidence to speak to him for more than five minutes.
The week passed, Steven being nagged by Donna and (Y/N) was settling into her new workplace. But it was now Saturday, the weekend, it was time for (Y/N) to head to the museum again. She got up extra early this time, hoping to catch Steven before the rush. Although she had been in high spirits the whole way there, she halted outside the doors, wondering if Steven was even working. Of course (Y/N) would still enjoy her time there, though she had wanted to talk to Steven again.
(Y/N) felt silly as she walked in, scanning her membership card. She had dressed up more, made an effort. It was still a casual look, she just wanted to give off a good impression to Steven. Who was she kidding? She had never even been asked on a date, how was she going to speak with this guy?
Although she tried to walk around the exhibits, take down her own notes of anything interesting, she couldn’t keep her mind off of Steven. He was just so handsome, and cute, and so adorable when he spoke. It was clear he was shy too, though that made him more attractive. They also shared a big interest, something they were both passionate about. (Y/N) really hoped he was working today.
Steven had dashed through the museum, running late for work again. He prayed Donna wouldn’t catch him, hopefully she hadn’t noticed his absence yet. Luckily there weren’t many visitors yet, so he got away with running through the halls. But he spotted someone familiar, only for a second, but it still made him stop, almost skidding across the room on the polished floors. It was her, and she looked beautiful.
“(Y/N)?” he cautiously said as he approached her.
“Steven!”
The way she said his name gave him butterflies.
“Long time no see.” he joked.
“I did say I would be a regular.”
“That’s great, not many people devote their time to the museum.”
“I love it, I always have.”
There was a short silence before an idea popped into his head.“Um …I was actually wondering…My lunch break is at one, did you, like, want to have lunch together or something?”
(Y/N) felt herself blushing, heart racing. Would this be a date?
“Yeah, I’d love that!”
Too enthusiastic (Y/N).
“Great! I’ll meet you by the Egyptian section?” Steven hoped it wasn’t too on the nose.
“Perfect. I’ll see you then.”
Steven nodded, mumbling out 'bye’ before he really had to make sure he got to the shop before Donna. (Y/N) was relieved that she had made an effort into her outfit, though she knew Steven ultimately wouldn’t have minded what she wore.
One o'clock took it’s time to get to. Both Steven and (Y/N) had glanced at the clock or phone too many times. Steven had to deal with customers bribing their bratty children with toys, whilst (Y/N) couldn’t concentrate on any of the information she read. Her eyes would skim over the words but nothing would register. When it was five to one, (Y/N) made her way to the meeting point, trying to look around for Steven ut not making it too obvious.
Steven had his lunchbox and flask in his hands, quickly making his way to the Egyptian area. He was excited, could this be a date? Oh, what if it was? He kicked himself for not asking her out properly, they could have at least gone to a nice cafe nearby. It was too late now anyway, as he had spotted her.
“Hi.” Steven grinned.
She turned around at the sound of his voice.“Hi. Oh you were smart bringing a packed lunch. I had to go buy mine.”
“Oh, I would have bought it for you! I was the one who suggested lunch in the first place.”
“It’s OK, I really don’t mind.”
“As long as you’re sure.”
She nodded.“So, where shall we sit?”
“I’ve got just the place.”
He guided her through the halls of artifacts, finding a bench pressed against a wall. Opposite was a huge tapestry, it was faded but you could still clearly make out what was weaved on it; there were pictures of God’s and humans, (Y/N) knew what it was instantly.
“Journey to the afterlife.” she muttered.
“Yeah, I just thought, lunch with a view.” Steven nervously said.
“A very good view indeed.”
They tucked into their lunches, speaking when they weren’t chewing about the piece in front of them. Steve knew he didn’t have a lot of time for his break, but there was so much he wanted to know about her.
“Can I ask, what got you so interested in all this?”
“Egyptians?”
He nodded.
“I dunno, I think… Well for starters, I love all history, I could talk about anything in the past, you know, Tudors, Romans, Aztecs, Victorians. But, something just drew me to this, I found it all so beautiful and fascinating. I wish I had persued it in uni or something, and not just as a hobby.”
“Why didnt you?”
“My parents have always been supportive, but we weren’t very well off. I think they were worried that I would end up with little money if I went down that route, they encouraged me to do something other than history. And I do like my job, I’ve got good colleagues and I’m able to afford rent in the capital! It’s not the greatest flat in the world I’ll admit but it’s still a place I’m paying for.”
“Good for you. That’s really admirable.”
“Thanks Steven, that’s a very sweet thing to say.”
He mentally high fived himself, he was doing a good job here.
“What about you? Why aren’t you a tour guide?”
“Same sort of story really. I would love to be one. It just feels good telling people all this information you know, and then seeing their eyes light up at things they never knew about. The kids faces are funny when they hear about how mummies were actually made.”
“I can imagine. At least we can still enjoy the exhibits I suppose.”
“Yeah.” Steven glanced at his watch, he only had ten minutes left, and he had to be back at the shop sharp.“Hey, um, I was thinking…Maybe we make this a regular thing? And perhaps we could also go out for dinner sometime?”
(Y/N) tried not to giggle in glee, feeling herself turn red.“Like, a date?”
“Yeah, only if you want it to be. I would like that.”
“Yes. I would gladly go out with you. On a date.”
“Perfect!”
They were smiling widely at one another, not sure of the next move to make.
“I have to get back to work, but will I see you on your way out?”
“Of course. I really liked having lunch together.”
“Me too. Discuss details of our 'date’ later?”
“Yeah. I’ll see you later.”
“Laters gators.”
Steven turned quickly before he could regret what he said. Why? Why did he have to end it like that? At least he could be happy knowing he had a date with a girl he really fancied. And he was also looking forward to her finishing her visit, he had to think of somewhere to go now.
(Y/N)’s cheeks were aching from how much she was smiling. She had a date! It was her first date! What was she going to wear? Should she bring a bottle of wine? But they were surely going out so why would she do that? (Y/N) had to remind herself that they hadn’t even said what they were doing, that would be discussed later. Just like before, (Y/N) couldn’t concentrate on anything in front of her, daydreaming about her date with Steven. She was going to have a shorter trip today, just so she could see Steven sooner, she thought. What a great reason to visit the museum every week.
Summary: (Y/N) starts to sense a pattern whenever Thor tells stories of his brother, and she can’t help but point it out to him.
Characters:Thor Odinson x Reader
Meanings:(Y/N)=Your name
Warnings:Arguing, fluff
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As Thor told me yet another tale about Loki, I had to stop myself making faces or rolling my eyes, because I knew what was coming next as he spoke. Although he was telling the story in a joyful way, I knew that he had gone through a lot of hurt due to his brother. This was how the anecdote would go: Thor was the hero, he needed help, bargains with Loki, everything goes smoothly until Loki betrays him and/or fakes his death. The day would still be saved but Thor was still upset over his brother.
“My love, did you hear what I said?” Thor asked.
“Yes, I did.” I didn’t mean to snap.
“What is wrong? Did something happened today? I’m sorry, I never asked, I just started rambling.”
“No, nothing happened today. It’s just…” I didn’t know how to go about this without hurting his feelings.
“Yes?”
“Thor, these stories are all the same.”
“Oh, I do not believe they are, I’ve been on many adventures and quests, none are the same as the other.”
“Not the stories per say. It seems that every time Loki is involved he…he uses you.”
He scoffed with a smile.“What?”
“He always either betrays you or lies to you about dying. I just thought after all these times, maybe you would clock onto it.”
“Are you saying I’m stupid?” he stood from the bed where we had been lying opposite each other.
I sat up.“No, of course not! It’s more like, you’re too trusting.”
“And that’s a bad thing?”
“Sometimes it is.”
“You don’t know Loki, you’ve never met him.”
“I know, but what else am I supposed to think when all the stories you tell me portray him as the cunning one?”
“That’s what he is though, the God of Mischief, it’s in his nature.”
“I understand that Thor, but I thought mischief might mean playing tricks on people. Not invading Earth.”
“I told you about that time he turned into snake and bit me, right?”
I sighed, it either wasn’t getting through to him or he was too stubborn to admit I was right.
“You don’t know my brother. He’s…misunderstood. He did not receive the love father gave me as we grew up.”
“Well, that’s very unfortunate but what did you ever do to him?”
I could see he was getting angry now. I really didn’t want this to turn into an argument, maybe I shouldn’t have said anything. But if I couldn’t tell him, who could?
“Thor, please can you just sit down? I really didn’t mean to upset you.”
“Well I can’t stop thinking about it now. Who else sees me as an idiot? Was I a fool in front of all of my family and friends, my friends from work?”
He was pacing now, slowly, but it was clear to see he was trying to keep calm. When he was angry it wasn’t pretty. He had never directed it at me, and I know he wouldn’t now, however this had hit a nerve.
“No one sees you that way.” I crawled to the egde of the bed, now sat on top of my knees.“I only brought it up because I don’t like thinking of you in those situations. I just…it sounded like you didn’t realise what was happening in those moments.”
“I would like to see you battling monsters and evil men, I don’t think you would come out of it lightly.” he spat.
My mouth dropped open. Now I was angry too. I stood on the bed, only just coming to eye level with him.
“This isn’t about me winning any battles! I know I wouldn’t last a second out there. Why aren’t you acknowledging this?”
“Because no matter how many times I gave him a chance he let me down!”
A sudden crack of thunder made me jump, I faltered on the bed, almost falling. Thor moved to steady me until he saw that I quickly regained myself. But it was weet to see him still caring even though we were bickering.
I let a few seconds pass by, a small trickle of rain gently hit against the windows. OK, it wasn’t a huge storm, that was a good thing.
“Thor,” I gently said, stepping down to the floor,“I’m sorry for confronting you about this. I thought maybe you were in denial. And I understand why you would be. You love Loki, you want to give him second chances because you’re a good person, you see the good in everyone. But you can’t let yourself be in harms way when things like that happen. What if the next time he betrayed you-”
“There may not be a next time!” he then looked like he was thinking.“Oh, I’m beginning to see what you mean.”
I calmly continued.“What if next time he betrays you, you get seriously hurt, or killed even! And even if Loki quickly regretted his decision, it could be too late to save you.”
Thor lowered his head. He hated being wrong, just like I did. I watched as he turned his back to me, sitting on the end of the bed. I had learned that although Thor liked to be alone with his thoughts, he did need a calmer person to talk things through, make him see this all from a different perspective.
“I didn’t meant to make you sad.” I mumbled, looking out at the rain.“I hope you know I said all this because I love you. It would crush me to see Loki go behind your back again.”
He didn’t say anything, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. Slowly I approached him, kneeling on the bed again but behind him. I rested my whole body on his back, wrapping my arms around his torso as much as I could.
“Please talk to me.”
“I know you are right. But I don’t want you to be.”
Oh, he sounded so sad.
“Neither do I. You now I didn’t say it out of spite against you or Loki. It’s just hard to paint a pretty picture of him.”
“I know.”
I kissed the back of his shoulder.“Do you want to be alone?”
“No.” he placed a hand over mine.“But, please can we not talk about this anymore?”
“Of course.”
“I wish you could meet him. Or have met him before he turned into what he is now.”
“Me too.”
“I hate disloyalty and dishonesty. I am sorry I got angry but it is a difficult subject for me to talk about.”
“I know. Shall we just go back to lying down together?”
New update to Home, A Place Where I Belong. I know it’s been a while, still I’m gonna try and post the rest of the story in the next few days. I’ve had a rough time the past couple of weeks guys, so even though it’s been a long time since I last updated or posted I hope you enjoy!
Hey guys! Sorry this chapter is a week late! Finals are finally over, so now I can focus on writing again! I’ll be posting TWO chapters today, to make up for the lost week! Thanks for hanging in, commenting, reblogging, etc. It means a lot! Enjoy and let me know what you guys think!
PS! I have not forgotten the one shot requests (Sick!Kamala & Avengers finding out about Bruno!) I’ll be tackling those at some point this week, now that I have a little oomph back in me! ❤️
Been a while since I posted a one shot, but this story helped me get through the worst of my studying. It takes place a little after the events of Home, A Place Where I Belong, but there are NO SPOILERS for that fic (as long as you read the first chapter). I had a request for a Bruce and Kamala Sick!Fic and this will go hand and hand with that story (after finals are done ) Hope you guys like it!
