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Note: this is all hcs, if you're looking for oneshots or series, you can check out my other account @3mcwriting where I've posted some marvel x reader oneshots, short stories, and a long fic.
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How the Avengers Would React to You Falling Asleep on Their Shoulder:
Part 1 (Nat and Thor)
Part 2 (Yelena and Bucky)
Part 3? (Steve and Peter)
Loki w/ a Sincere S/O
Wanda w/ A Confident S/O
Updated 8/25/23
Also, I do take requests so if anyone has anything they'd like to see specifically, I'd be down! I'll do virtually any Marvel character (including newer phase 4 characters) and you can request romantic, platonic, or both, as well as what gender you'd like the reader to be.
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How the Avengers Would React to You Falling Asleep on Their Shoulder (Part 2)
The last one was Thor and Wanda, this one is gonna be Bucky and Yelena, and I may do another with Peter and Steve.
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Just like with Thor, Yelena is someone who is BIG on physical affection. Hugs, friendly little cheek kisses, squeezing your hand whenever she's excited about something--which is basically always--and just generally being a big bundle of sunshine.
Similar to her sister, she has her own problems with physical affection, but unlike where her sister prefers to preserve her personal space, whenever Yelena is around people she truly trusts, she is constantly giving some sort of physical affection.
The two of you will be walking to training and she'll hold your hand and swing it constantly, not caring if she hit anyone nearby--in fact, it was a plus to her, just to see the way you let out a startled laugh.
Now, it was one of your and Yelena's usual game nights that turned into the two of you staring at her ceiling while laying on the floor.
It was four in the morning, Yelena was rambling about her newest vest and all the pockets it had.
You had been nodding along, half delirious from lack of sleep, but determined to listen.
As Yelena found out, you had not managed to.
You had nodded off, your head sliding off her shoulder and falling into her lap. The pillow on her lap should've made that okay, but she also had some candy wrappers that crunched at the movement.
She looked down at you, startled, and lifted your head to clear the wrappers from under.
Not quite thinking, she just dropped your head, giggling at your disgruntled face.
She poked your nose.
"You're so cute, you know that?"
And then immediately passed out.
Natasha found the two of you in the morning, used to the both of you missing breakfast because one or both of you decided to go skiing despite the fact that there was no snow or hills nearby.
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It was coming back from a mission.
It had been a long one, and the ride back to the compound in the quinjet was near nine hours.
You were good at getting along with most of the people on the team, but Bucky had always been rather guarded compared to the others.
You didn't blame him, and you still always made sure to say hi and ask him how he was doing, but you had never gone much further than that.
That plane ride though, you had been exhausted, and you happened to sit next to Bucky.
You had greeted him at the beginning and for the rest had stayed quiet, reading a book.
Two hours in though, your head had lolled and ended up on Bucky's shoulder.
He stiffened, looking at your unconscious face. He could tell you were sleeping, and he felt a little weird about it.
Not uncomfortable, but moreso just confused.
He had a reputation for being pretty unapproachable, and he knew that his past was common knowledge to the people around him, so he understood why so few people talked to him.
Of course, you were always polite, and maybe the smile you sent him did make his day, but he never pushed for any sort of conversation because he didn't want to make you uncomfortable.
After all, he had done some bad things.
But here you were, completely at ease, at your most vulnerable, and leaning on him.
He stayed stiff, not wanting to wake you up, and at some point, for the first time since he had fallen off that train, he fell asleep without a problem.
In fact, he fell asleep too easily, and slept too well.
Because when the quinjet landed and he was woken up, he found out that you'd been awake for the last hour and a half but hadn't moved from the uncomfortable position because you hadn't wanted to disturb his sleep.
The agents at the compound all though they'd been drugged that day because holy shit, was the Winter Soldier blushing as he exited the quinjet????
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How the Avengers Would React to You Falling Asleep on Their Shoulder
(Includes: Thor and Natasha, was gonna do more but i got tired lol, gonna be a part 2 posted later with other Avengers)
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Now, we all know Thor is a huge himbo.
He's huge on physical affection--hugs, ruffling people's hair, patting them on the back--if he has adopted you as his friend, you are now subject to being bombarded with pure, wholesome, himbo interactions.
Now, let's say that one night, during one of the usual movie nights (bc you can't tell me that they didn't have any), you sat down next to him. Well, as we've established, he is very physically affectionate, which means that whoever ends up next to him pretty much volunteers to be his personal teddy bear.
One week it was Steve, the next it was Tony (though if ever brought up, he'd only pull up a video of when Thor did it to Steve), honestly, almost everyone had been in that position.
But this night, you were more tired than usual. Training had been harder that day, you hadn't gotten a great amount of sleep, and you were just exhausted.
Enter Thor's natural cuddliness.
You scooted up next to him on the large couch, leaning your head back against his side. Before you knew it, the comfortable warmth combined with him shifting to where your head was cushioned against his rather voluptuous pecs, had meant you were entirely too comfortable.
Five minutes into the movie and you were out.
Thor didn't notice until Natasha pointed out, too entranced with the strange Midgardian performance on the screen.
"Huh, I guess she wasn't exaggerating when she said she was exhausted," Natasha had commented, making Thor look to his left, only for that movement to cause you to slide.
Luckily, you didn't wake up, and instead only curled closer into his side.
Thor just looked down at you in awe.
You looked so pretty.
He stayed entirely still for the rest of the movie night, determined to let you rest as long as you needed.
He succeeded, but at the cost of him also dozing off on the couch.
The rest of the team saw the content expressions and let you two be, though a certain someone was very tempted to draw mustaches on the both of you.
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Natasha isn't a super touchy person.
After years of being nothing but a weapon for other's use, her bodily autonomy was something she couldn't bear to lose.
That's not to say that she couldn't be autonomous while still having no problem with touch, but she had used her body to get what others wanted for years.
She couldn't just forget all that and be able to hug people like anybody else. She had to work through it. And though she spent years reclaiming herself, making things right, things still stuck.
With the people she genuinely cared about, she was comfortable with physical affection, but she also didn't feel pressured into giving it. She didn't have to act like nothing phased her.
With you, she could just be Nat, not "the Black Widow" or "Natalie Rushman" or even "Natasha Romanoff". She wasn't an Avenger or a spy or an agent.
She was just her.
Given how close the two of you were, you had grown to understand her unease with sudden physical affection.
You respected her boundaries, only giving her that type of affection when she specifically said that it was okay.
One day though, you broke your rule of asking first.
It was dark out, the two of you were on the roof of the compound, looking up at the sky.
You were both sitting up, talking quietly, the occasional laugh exchanged.
But you had severely underestimated how tired you were.
Natasha felt your head rest on her shoulder, being faintly surprised just because you hadn't asked as you usually did.
But when she saw that your eyes were closed and your breathing was slow and even, she smiled softly.
Sure, touch wasn't her forte, but you had never made her uncomfortable, you had never pressured her, you had always stood close (but not too close, because you understood her need for personal space), and smiled at her sincerely no matter what.
Having you fall asleep on her shoulder, well, it just felt like the most pure affirmation that you trusted her.
And maybe she wouldn't let most people do it.
But you weren't most people.
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Wanda Maximoff w/ a Confident S/O
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Wanda had never had a particularly easy life.
From her parents death, to Hydra, to her brother's death--well, it had been a long train of grief, guilt, and death.
Because of this, and all the problems she'd caused over the years, she was not a very confident person.
Sure, she knew she was powerful...but what else?
With all the blood on her hands, the way the world tended to take everything from her, and the way she couldn't see a time where she made a situation better, she just couldn't feel confident.
She wasn't confident that she was a good person, that she was useful, that she mattered.
And then you came along.
Now, don't get her wrong, you didn't magically fix every one of those insecurities, but seeing the way you were unapologetic in yourself, the way you held your ground, she was entranced.
You could make a huge mistake, immediately admit your fault, then do everything in your power to make it right. You always did the most you could, and when people still criticized you, you didn't give a shit.
"A wise woman once said, 'I know my value. Anyone else's opinion doesn't really matter' and I greatly admire her, so I've chosen to live by that."
And Wanda would ask, "But what if you're really in the wrong?"
You'd stop, think for a moment, and say, "Well, that's why you have to depend and trust on the people around you. You have to know they care about you enough to tell you when you're wrong. None of us are perfect, but we can all help each other be good."
Wanda thought maybe that was when she started to fall in love with you.
It helped a lot that you were never afraid to compliment people, to make sure they knew how much you treasured them.
You helped to remind her of her worth.
And steadily, she was able to grow into herself better.
"Hey, Wan! You look amazing! Anything particularly good happen? Or you just feeling good today?"
She would blush, but you had helped her gain the courage to go for what she wanted, so she held your easy eye-contact, and said, "I really enjoy your company. Would you go out with me?"
And you grinned, absolutely delighted, before grabbing her hands and telling her, "It would be my pleasure, Wan."
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Loki w/ a Sincere S/O
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Loki had never cared much for others. Why would he? They were all inconsequential in the grand scheme of things. He was born to be a king...anything or anybody else didn't matter.
That was so easy to hold onto. On Asgard people treated him as the family fuckup. He didn't owe anyone anything, not kindness, not honesty, not sincerity. He was on his own. And he was fine with that.
Honestly.
Then he met you.
You with your loud laughter and easy smile.
You with your abundance of compliments and affection. Surely, you must've been lying? No one could be so sincere. But no, you were being entirely earnest.
He just didn't know how to deal with you.
Because he couldn't understand you at all.
You were the only one who would clap when he did magic, your jaw would drop and your eyes would gleam excitedly at his displays of power. There was no disgust, no looking down your nose at him.
Somehow, you actually enjoyed his company.
Despite his thorns, his snarkiness and sarcasm, you were relentless in your quest to get close to him.
"Wow, your highness, that was amazing!"
"You look incredible, your highness."
"It's great to see you! I missed your jokes, your highness."
Slowly, you wore him down.
He no longer scoffed at your words, a flush coming to his face that he had to turn away so you wouldn't see.
Sometimes he was too slow and you'd say, "Wow, even with your face all red, you look great."
And he would feel as if he was steaming.
"You do not need to refer to me as 'your highness'," he would tell you, averting his eyes. Only for a moment though, not wanting to look away from your cheerful face for a moment longer than needed.
"Okay!" And your face would break out into such a bright smile that he couldn't fathom why you were looking at him.
Why did you treat him so well?
Every other imbecile on Asgard thought he was a mistake.
What is it you saw in him?"
"I can see that you care more than you let on. About everything. And also, I must admit, I am selfish. I don't think I would want to live the rest of my life without you in it."
And he would look away, because he, prince of Asgard, was not going to be rendered useless by a couple pretty words.
But he couldn't help it.
You left him weak.
"I love you, Loki." And the way you said it, he knew you asked for nothing in return.
But maybe he could mirror your infallible honesty for a second.
"I love you, too."
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