Dude where the hell are all the Bruce banner fics 💔
I’ve tried writing for him myself, but I cant think of any prompts, and it seems other people share the same issue BECAUSE THERES ABSOLUTELY ZERO BRUCE BANNER FICS
Calling out to any writers with advice they can give
I desperately need writing advice so I can improve my writing more because I genuinely suck butt at it, unfortunately.
My sentences are blunt and usually lack detail, which makes the story super short, rushed, and it causes me to overuse transition words, which is quite literally the complete opposite of what anyone wants.
I have good plots I want to write, I just suck at writing so I can’t write them
Calling out to any writers with advice they can give
I desperately need writing advice so I can improve my writing more because I genuinely suck butt at it, unfortunately.
My sentences are blunt and usually lack detail, which makes the story super short, rushed, and it causes me to overuse transition words, which is quite literally the complete opposite of what anyone wants.
I have good plots I want to write, I just suck at writing so I can’t write them
Summary- thor odison gets you higher than a kite, and when you try to find your room, you end up in Tony starks bed, but you don’t realize until you wake up.
AN- I highkey suck at writing and this is also really rushed. Proofread but I just skimmed over it so there might be some mistakes and blunt sentences.
Warnings- barely but a little suggestive, kissing
You were stoned as fuck. Probably the most stoned you’ve ever been, no thanks to Thor odison, who had already retired for the night minutes before, abandoning you in the living room of the avengers compound. You’d think a god would atleast be a little more responsible of the one HE got high.
Asshole.
You sit on the couch for a couple more minutes, contemplating your life decisions and why you decided you smoked 2 joints by yourself before finally convincing yourself to stand up from the couch and slowly make your way to your room because you really didn’t wanna fall asleep on the couch. Thor could have atleast let the hallway light on so you didn’t have to find your room in the dark, but alas he didn’t so here you were, trying to find your bedroom in the pitch black.
You count the doors until you finally find what you’re 95% sure is your bedroom and open the door, closing it gently behind you as you step into the room.
You didn’t bother changing or going to the washroom, you were genuinely just too exhausted and stoned to care about it, you just crawled into bed and passed out.
At 5:45am, an alarm blares louder than a fucking fog horn, scaring you awake. “I didn’t even set a fucking alarm” you groan loudly to yourself, reaching for your phone on the bedside table to turn off what you think is your alarm. “That’s because it’s mine.” Tony murmurs, reaching over to the bedside table on the side of the bed he was sleeping on and turning the alarm off. You freeze at the sound of his voice and sit up, turning your head to look at him, your eyes meet Tonys, he was just as visibly confused as you were.
“I assume you have an explanation?” He mumbles tiredly
“The lights were off and I thought your room was mine and I didn’t really think twice before going to bed because I was really tired. And really high.” You say in your own defence, shifting awkwardly. “Hig- high? Who in the hell gor you high??” Tony exclaims, now sitting up and definitely awake.
It was thors fault for not telling him before you did.
“..Odison.” You reply awkwardly. Tony rubs a hand over his face “of course it was.” He sighs, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and standing up. He had no shirt on with grey jogging pants hung low on his hips. his back muscles and biceps unintentionally flexing as he stretched was probably the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.
“If you’re gonna go back to sleep, go back to sleep in your room.” He hums, walking over to his washroom. “No, no, im getting up.” You sigh, grabbing your phone from the bedside table and getting up from the bed and heading over to the full length mirror in his room to see what kind of disaster your hair was. You were dressed in basic leggings and a tank top.
You weren’t even paying attention to what tank top you had on until Tony mentions it. “Do you have me on your shirt?” He chuckles from behind you, you look at the rest of yourself in the mirror and finally realize that you were, in fact, wearing the “I ❤️ iron man” tank top you got from your little brother when you told your family you got a stark internship.
And gods, saying you looked hot ij it would be the understatement of the year in his opinion.
“I didn’t realize you were such a big fan.” He teases. You turn around to face him, he had put a shirt on, unfortunate. “I was, until I actually met him.” You giggle. “Is that so?” He hums, taking a step closer. “It is so.” You respond.
You felt the tension, you know you weren’t the only one who felt it either, but you wanted to drag it.
“I should go make breakfast, you hum, starting your way toward the door, just as you’re about to reach the door, a hand grabs your wrist, pulling you back and turning you around. “Breakfast can wait another 10 minutes.” Tony murmurs softly before pulling you into a gentle kiss.
You whimper softly, deepening the kiss, drawing a low groan from him. “Ive been waiting for you to do that for a while.” You breathe out after he pulls away. “I’m sorry I didn’t do it sooner.” He chuckles beforr pulling you back into a kiss, a deeper more desperate one.
Breakfast was delayed for longer than 10 minutes that morning.
This is low-key buns so ignore that. It was going so well until a little bit halfway 😭✌🏼
A/N Tom is so underrated but I loooove him and yearn for more smutty fics/oneshots of him. but alas there’s like fucking none so I’m gonna try and write some ✌🏼
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“I have so much shit to do today! so I’m sorry Tom, but no, i cant help you right now, I DO have more important things to do! Either wait for me to come back or do it yourself.” You snap at Tom. you were stressed and just wanted a break, and Tom coming to talk to you about a patient without any notice beforehand threw your whole schedule off and made you even more stressed.
He was standing across from you, arms folded over his chest, eyebrows raised, letting you yell at him.
Ever since he arrived at Grey-Sloan to help with a patient of yours, he hadn’t failed to notice how stressed you were, so he wasn’t shocked when you started yelling at him when you two were in your lab discussing the patient.
“Okay little Ms. Outburst, I don’t mind you yelling at me— frankly it’s kind of hot— but I do mind when people are watching it.” He cuts you off, motioning to the window behind you.
You turn around to see a group of interns standing at the window looking into your lab watching you yell at tom koracick; They immediately scatter once they realized they were caught.
“We’re done here. For now” you sigh. You open the door and slam it behind you as you step out into the hall. You just wanted to be alone.
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Knock knock
“Whatever you need to tell me, I’m sure my resident can repeat it to me in 30 minutes.” You groan.
“Can we just talk.” Tom’s voice comes from the other side of the door.
Of course it’s him.
You wipe your eyes with the heel of your palm before standing up from the bed and walking over to the door, opening it reluctantly and stepping to the side so he could enter.
Tom enters the room and you close the door behind him.
“Are you okay?” He asks. He was standing a couple feet from you and his eyes were locked on yours.
“I should be the one asking you that, you were the one being yelled at.” You sigh, rubbing a hand over your face.
“But you’re the one who’s been stressed out of their head for 3 days straight.” He scoffs. “You’ve been showing signs of stress every move you make. I wasn’t shocked when you lashed out at me, stress makes you more prone to yelling at others. So tell me, are you okay?”
“No.” You mutter.
“Okay.” He hums, locking the door and leading you to the bed and motioning for you to sit.
“Whats making you so stressed?” He asks, sitting down beside you.
“Everything. I just haven’t had a break in months. Even when I go home I can’t get a break because my stupid roommate always has someone over.” You groan. You couldn’t believe you were venting to Tom koracick of all people.
Although, he was probably one of the most understanding people you could find to talk to about something like this.
Tom wraps an arm around your shoulders, giving you a soothing squeeze. “I’ve had times where I’ve felt like that too, and every time I’ve felt like that, I go to a hotel and take a day or two off. You need to leave Seattle for a couple days” He replies.
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