Summary: Thor is the star quarterback of ‘The Asgardians’ your school team, and you’ve been friends with him for years. The two of you are blatantly unaware of each other’s feelings and frankly, your friends are sick of it. This is the story of how you finally realise you should just kiss him.
Pairing: Quarterback!Thor x Reader
Warnings: FLUFF, pining, American football? (Let’s be real, all sports are a warning)
Words: 3863 (I’m proud, that’s a lot for me)
A/n: Alright, the cheesiest name ever so I’m sorry 😂But also I RESEARCHED SPORTS FOR THIS FIC BE THANKFUL. I don’t live in America, so if I got some details wrong, pls don’t tell me, it’s too late to change them and I tried my best lmao. I really liked writing this, but there isn’t heaps of dialogue because I don’t know how to write Thor properly yet. I would really, really, like some feedback on this fic!! I need to know what you all think 😫
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Tagging: @pandalandalopalis because she gave me the idea to write a Thor fic in the ‘The Bet’ Universe. I hope you enjoy!!!
(There aren’t enough Chris Hemsworth gifs so here’s some foreshadowing)
The bright white of a blank word document bore into your eyes, taunting you to write the goddamn essay that was due on Monday. Your fingers hovered over the keyboard, twitching in their effort to write something, but they couldn’t quite connect with your brain. You filtered through all the different ideas – the different ways to start and what topics to write about – but you couldn’t, for the life of you, settle on one idea. You squeezed your eyes shut and gently closed the laptop. You’d already written two essays today – that was probably your limit.
You had been studying for hours, but it was all worth it, because when you grabbed your phone and checked the time, you almost squealed with excitement. It was the Asgardians first game of the season and you were more than ready to let off some steam by participating in some good ol’ school-pride.
You were also looking forward to seeing Thor again – the star quarterback of the team. He and you had been friends since your first year, and it felt like you had been crushing on him since the beginning of time. You couldn’t help it – he was like a giant golden retriever puppy – he was always so kind and never let his popularity get to his head. The only problem was, he was completely clueless. The man couldn’t take a hint even if it smacked right in the face, so the two of you remained friends.
Jumping from your bed, you pulled a red jumper from your wardrobe. In big white letters on the back, it said: ‘God of Thunder,’ and you smirked to yourself as you pulled on the gift your friend, Peter, had given you at the end of last year. Peter, (or ‘Star Lord’ as he was referred on the field) had been one of your closest friends since childhood, so when he joined the college team and was initiated into the Asgardian frat house, you were looped into a crazy group of friends.
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