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[beheworthy]

you may remember that in our observations of subversion set pics, we noted that he wears his wedding ring as a locket and not on his finger.

but in the reshoots pics, the ring is back on his finger. interesting.

also this is the first time i'm seeing a chris character wear a wedding ring. have none of his characters been married? 😳

[rebelwrites]

I’m Tired Of Pretending

Jax Teller x Reader

Jax Teller Masterlist || Main Masterlist

Prompts: "You want to know what's wrong? I'm in love with you, and I'm tired of pretending I'm not!" And "I’ve wanted you for so long. But I’ve been trying to be good, trying not to cross that line."

Feelings can only been burried for so long, before you errupt spilling over

Warnings: none apart from this not being edited

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Letting out a deep breath, Jax watched intently from the other side of the parking lot, your smile was radiant and whenever he saw it, it made his day so much brighter. He never understood how just one smile could help quieten the demons battling in his mind or the sound of your laughter echoing off the cars surrounding you causing his heart to skip a beat. But here he was, questioning everything when it came to you.

You were his best friend, he shouldn’t be feeling like this whenever you were around but as much as he tried to push the feelings down it was no use, he knew it was only going to be a moment of time before it exploded because he kept everything bottled up.

Today was the day you always got super excited about, it was the annual Teller Morrow car meet, not only did it bring some cash in for the club it also raised money for local charities. It was an event that people travelled to come to, and over the years it had gotten bigger and bigger.

Leaning against the hood of your Audi RS8 you took in the scenes before you, cars were filtering into the parking lot, being shown to the correct bays depending on the colour of the swing tag hanging from the rear view mirror. Your jaw hurt from how much you were smiling, nothing could alter your mood, you had a spring in your step and there was an intense smell of burning rubber and fuel in the air from the donuts and burn outs you had laid down before the event began.

Although there was one thing that was bugging you.

Jax.

He had been off for the last week, every time you tried to go over plans it seemed like he would brush them off instantly or just nod and agree. He was obviously stressing about something but the fact he hadn’t reached out to you, his best friend since you were both running round in diapers, well that shit cut deep. No matter the issue he always came to you, however since you arrived at the clubhouse this morning things had been kind of icy and you had no idea why.

The most you seem to get out of him was two word sentences, and it was getting hard to hide the fact it was starting to wear you down and quite frankly piss you off. Silently you watched as the person your heart was calling out for was once again ignoring you, the moment you took a second to breath it was like the universe wanted to piss you off even further because instantly Ima was all over Jax like a rash.

You knew he had been there at some point with the town slut and the thought of that alone made your stomach churn. Taking a deep breath you took a long pull on your vape, trying to stop your mind from drifting to all the different ways you could easily kill Ima but it was no use as you narrowed your gaze on the two of them, luckily your sunglasses hid what you were looking at. It’s like Ima could still sense your icy glare because the smirk on her face grew larger as she practically climbed up Jax whilst staring at you.

“Fuck this,” you grumbled, pushing yourself off the hood of your car, today was a day you always looked forward to so you went going to let some plastic bimbo ruin the day.

You were moments away from being able to take a step back, take a breath and enjoy the day but first you needed to do your final checks. It was as if Gemma knew exactly what you were doing because she strolled out of the office with a clipboard tucked under her arm.

“Here you go baby,” she smiled, handing you the final check list you needed whilst wrapping her arm around your shoulders, “looks like we have a full yard again,”

“Mama, we all know it’s the show of the year,” you hummed, with a smug smile as you pulled your sunglasses to the top of your head letting your eyes scan the paperwork in front of you.

Every year the logistics of the event got more intense, from trying to figure out how to get all the cars in the lot, to getting donations for the massive auction at the end of the night to even getting roads closed around the garage so you could have some fun making a temporary drag strip. Everyone knew how much you put into this, all the late nights and stress were coming to an end.

“Make sure you enjoy it, baby, we all know how much you love this day,” she smiled, squeezing your shoulder before slipping away, leaving you standing there with just your clipboard and thoughts.

As much as you wanted to enjoy the moment you couldn’t stop your mind from going over every interaction with Jax for the past couple of months, trying to figure out what you had done for him to become so distant. Letting out a shaking breath you pulled your sunglasses back over your eyes, you needed to push these thoughts to the back of your mind before you let them take control and send you on a downward spiral which normally ended up with you burying your feelings in alcohol.

“Right guys listen up,” you hollered, gaining everyone’s attention. A small smile crept on your lips as jumped onto the top of the bench, clutching the clipboard against your chest, “as usual we have a few house rules to go over before we can kick today off, the clubhouse is out of bounds for anyone that isn’t a member, no alcohol to be served to anyone without their ID’s because we ain’t getting screwed over by PD who are here today,” you laughed, letting your eyes take in the crowd in front of you. “We have drag races starting in about an hour so please stand behind the barriers whilst cars are on track, but the most important rule is to have fun, let’s raise some money.”

The round of cheers and applause that bounced around the compound made your heart skip a beat. This community was everything and days like today proved it when they showed up to the outlaw biker clubs charity event. Over the past couple of years the town's view on the club had significantly changed, especially since the club was on the straight and narrow thanks to Jax. For a moment you took it all in, letting the feeling of pride wash over you before you jumped off the bench.

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Before you knew it the sun was setting on another fantastic event, the yard was still full of cars and bikes but now there was what felt like a million deck chairs and giant bean bags littered around the compound all facing the giant screen that Chibs and Tig had installed.

Nothing beat the movie night that followed the car show, it always felt like a perfect end to the day and every year you always ended up snuggled up on one of the bean bags with Jax, but this year you wasn’t sure that would happen.

It was like Jax had purposely been avoiding you, or at least standing on the sidelines watching from a far and that was the truth. For some reason he found it so hard to be around you recently, it was like something in the air had changed. For him it had started to feel like the weight of the world was crushing him into the ground, all because he had finally seen the light and come to terms with the feeling he had been burying for years.

So he felt like the best way for him to deal with said feelings was how he dealt with most things, he distanced himself no matter what the consequences of his actions were. His heart was weighing heavy in his chest as he watched you scurry inside the club house, even though you had a smile on your face he knew something was eating you alive.

He wanted nothing more than to storm after you, take your wrists before pressing you against the wall letting his lips crash against yours, finally letting his feelings be known but there was always something that was holding him back, he didn’t even know if you felt the same so he decided to protect his heart, ego and pride, even if it meant pissing you off in the process.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw the massive screen light up, he knew what films were playing tonight, it wouldn’t be the charity car even if there wasn’t a film being shown that was relegated to cars, a small smile crossed his face when he saw the Pixar logo appear on the screen and instantly he knew what films were being played today. Pushing himself off the railings he took a deep breath before disappearing into the club house trying to find the one person his heart called out for every day.

He felt like his heart skipped a beat as he saw you leaning against the bar, wearing one of his zip up hoodies, which was obviously too big for you as it slipped down on one of your shoulders. There was nothing better than seeing you wearing his clothes, there was something so intimate about the small gesture. But the following conversation pretty much dropped him to his knees, with a knife being stabbed straight through his heart.

“Mama, I don’t know what I’ve done wrong,” you whimpered, slamming down a shot of whiskey, “Jax hasn’t been right with me for months now, and today he’s avoided me all day.”

“You’ve done nothing wrong baby,” Gemma hummed, wrapping her arm around your shoulder. “Even though that boy is my son he can be the biggest idiot on the planet. So it’s more than likely just some shit he’s dealing with in his own head. You know what he is like.”

His own mothers words were like the knife that was in his heart being twisted, she was one of the two people that knew exactly how he felt about you, and now he was the reason she was lying to you.

Gemma was about to say something when she saw Jax lurking in the corner of the room, she softly shook her head at him silently screaming at him for being such a dick. As she narrowed her eyes Jax knew it was time, this had been going on long enough and it was obvious his actions were now hurting you which weren’t his intention at all.

“Well then something got to be wrong, whether it’s with me or him,” you sighed, letting a single tear roll down your cheek, “he wouldn’t act like this is there wasn’t something wrong,”

Jax took a deep breath, taking steps across the room so he was within touching distance. It was now or never, he couldn’t let you go on thinking you had done anything wrong. Gemma shot her son one final glare before she pressed a kiss to the top of your head, mumbling something in your ear before she slipped out of the bar leaving just you and Jax alone, I’m even if you didn’t know he was there.

"You want to know what's wrong?” He breathed, his words piercing the silence of the bar like a knife cutting through a slice of cake. He stilled for a moment waiting to see what your next move was, the moment he saw you slowly spin around on the bar stool he took another deep breath hoping that his words were enough and he wasn’t going to choke. “I’m in love with you, and I'm tired of pretending I'm not!"

His words caused you to freeze, never in a million years did you think your best friend would be proclaiming the words you longed to hear.

“Please tell me I’m not hallucinating right now and I heard you correctly?” You whispered, fiddling with the sleeves of Jax’s hoodie, as you let yourself get lost in his blue eyes, trying to figure out if this was some cruel joke being played on you.

“I promise this is real life Darlin’,” he hummed, closing the gap between the two of you. His moves were slow but calculated as he linked his fingers with yours, brushing his thumb over the top of your hand. He couldn’t help but let a breath of relief out knowing that his deepest secret was out there whether or not the feelings were reciprocated. "I’ve wanted you for so long. But I’ve been trying to be good, trying not to cross that line."

You sat there in disbelief, those were the words you had been so desperately wanting to hear and now you had heard them you didn’t know how to react.

“Jax,” you breathed, trying not to let any more tears fall but it was a task you failed because there was no stopping them as they slipped down your cheek, causing Jax to reach up, wiping them away with his thumb. “Please tell me this isn’t a joke, my heart can’t take it if it is.”

“I swear in my life, this isn’t a joke Darlin’, just me being a complete and utter fool for trying to keep my distance from you recently.” He whispered, resting his forehead against yours.

He couldn’t wait any longer, he couldn’t even wait for you to reply to his last statement before he pressed his lips against yours, letting his arms wrap around your waist pulling you closer to him. It took you a second to realise what was going on but the moment your brain caught up you couldn’t help but melt into the kiss. Wrapping your arms around his neck, letting your fingers tangle in his hair. It was like the universe felt right again, neither of you having to hide how you truly felt about one another anymore.

Eventually you slowly pulled away from the kiss, leaving your arms resting on Jax's shoulders, with a very large cheesy grin plastered on your face, “well, that was unexpected,” you giggled, “so where do we go from here?” You asked, you knew from this moment everything was going to change and you both needed to navigate the new waters that were ahead of you.

“We can take things a day at a time,” Jax whispered, unable to wipe the smirk off his face, a massive weight had finally been lifted from his shoulders and he would wake up tomorrow with his girl in his arms. “But for now let’s go and enjoy the movie night. Because I sure as hell know it’s killing you being stuck in here when Cars is the movie of choice.”

Without any hesitation Jax tightened his grip around your waist and effortlessly picked you up from the bar stool, causing you to automatically wrap your legs around his waist as he carried you out the bar and just in time as well because the movie was just about to start.

“"Okay, here we go. Focus. Speed. I am speed. One winner, forty-two losers. I eat losers for breakfast. Breakfast? Maybe I should have had breakfast. Brekkie could be good for me. No, no, no, focus. Speed. Faster than fast, quicker than quick. I am Lightning." You giggled, quoting the film as it was happening.

Jax did think the grin in his face could get any bigger but here you were proving him wrong by reciting the film, he couldn’t help but dropping you into the giant bean bag causing your scream to echo around the lot and everyone to turn their attention to you making you hide your face in your hand.

“I will get you back for that,” you hummed, scooting over allowing Jax space to join you on the bean bag. The moment his arse had landed you instantly snuggled up to your best friend, slipping your hand under his hoodie letting your fingers lazily draw shape against his abs.

Today was the start of the rest of your life and you were ready to embrace it with open arms, you were excited to see what would become of you and Jax, it had been a long time coming but for now you just planned to enjoy the ride taking one day at a time.

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[societyfolklore]

The Promise of More

Title: The Promise of More Pairing: Thor x Female Reader

Warnings: Explicit Content, Minors DNI, 18+ teasing, edging, fingering (denied/teased), praise. Words: 300 words A/N: Entry for June Jukebox Scribbles over @societynsoelsscribbles Prompt: June 24th - Groove Is In The Heart - Deee-Lite / "Satisfaction of what's to come"

Thor’s laughter was a low

That rumbling thunder that resonated deep in his barrel chest, vibrating right against yours as his lips lazily grazed your collarbone.

You let out a whine while his massive, hand moved, exploring deeper between your thighs.

Only he wasn’t giving you the full relief you desperately craved.

Instead, his heavy thumb circled your swollen, aching clit with maddening easy. Each slow, slick pass sent jolts of pure electricity straight to your core, making you gasp and shudder beneath his imposing frame.

You raised your hips, arching eagerly off the bed to press yourself harder against his palm, silently craving the friction, desperately seeking his fingers to slide inside. You wanted to feel the stretch, wanted the heavy, solid weight of him to finally fill the aching void he’d created.

But Thor only chuckled, his brilliant blue eyes flashing with a devilish spark as he easily pinned your hips down with his other hand, holding you captive to his mercy.

"Not yet, my love," he murmured, his voice a warm, husky caress.

"Thor, please," you whimpered, your fingers clutching at his broad shoulders, your nails digging into his golden skin. "I need... want to feel you."

He tease-pressed the very tip of a finger against your tight, weeping opening, letting you feel the tantalizing promise of it without offering any real entry. He kept his touch strictly focused on your aching exterior, driving you to the absolute brink of madness, keeping you exquisitely suspended.

"This is merely a taste," he whispered, pressing a bruising, possessive kiss to your jaw as he watched your face flush with helpless desire. "Just a small satisfaction of what's to come."

“Do you need me to beg?” You weren’t above it now.

“No, but you come when I say, not before.”

[artemiseamoon]

Teaser: Is This How It Ends?

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Rhea observed Benny as he took in his surroundings, tired blue eyes full of concern moving to Pope every so often; under that concern was the red-hot anger he was barely holding back. Rhea could feel the sadness coming off of him; she could taste it, it mingled with her own in Pope’s presence.

Even after all the time she spent here, this was still a hard pill to swallow; he looked like Santi, moved like him, but it wasn't him. Still, she reminded herself of three days ago at the water; that gentle breeze on the beach. Santi always came through in such short bursts, but that time was different. It gave her hope, having him a little longer. Rhea reminded herself all she had to do was keep going, keep making him comfortable, and get all the guys in the house, then they could save him….

[thehemsworld]

Chris in the mountains of France with his sons

[beheworthy]

Chris Hemsworth & Anya Taylor-Joy for Entertainment Weekly May 2024

[chickensarentcheap]

Still writing out of order but here's a treat :)

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“I’m nothing if not honest.”

“I wouldn’t want you to be any other way.  Good night, Reacher.”

“We talked about this.”

“Jack,” she quickly corrects herself. “Good night, Jack.”

“Good night, Winnie.”

“Oh, Jesus Christ….” She chuckles as she turns on her heel to leave.  “....don’t you start with that bullshit.”

His grin widens as he lingers in the doorway and watches her go.  Observing the loose tendrils of hair that sway and bounce as she walks, and the way her satin pyjama pants cling to her petite frame and accentuate the curves of both ass and hips.  It isn’t the first time he’s noticed how her body moves,  and it won’t be the last.  

Her mere presence puts his senses in high gear. Both in a professional sense and far beyond it. When she smiles, he can see the crinkles at the corners of her eyes; deep brown with the most subtle flecks of gold. He’s already memorized the familiar scent that plays host on both her hair and clothes: coconut and honey with just the tiniest hint of goat’s milk. And many times he’s felt her hand upon his skin and guiltily longed for more; whether it’s all her fingers curling around two of his as he helps her into the car, or the way she slaps his arm when laughing at his sarcasm, or how she discreetly places a palm upon his back when brushing by him in the kitchen or the hallway. 

Being around her…hearing her voice and her laugh, seeing the way her eyes sparkle as she smiles up at him, knowing she’s under the same roof, let alone in the same room… is both a blessing and a curse. He’s plagued by inappropriate thoughts and feelings that his sense of duty and obligation would never allow him to act upon.  No matter how powerful the desire or how painful the pangs of lust.

“You know…” She pauses at the end of the hall and glances back at him, a hand resting on the handle of the door of the master bedroom.  “....it’s different when you say it.  Normally, I hate that name. With the passion of a thousand fiery suns. But when you call me that…”   She shrugs. “... I kind of like it. It’s…nice.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

[thesuperheroesnetwork]

Texts From Superheroes

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Look at this absolute beauty @youflickedtooharddamnit

[beheworthy]

god i see what you have done for others

[orangei-sindy]

OH MY GOD.

[beheworthy]

god i see what you have done for others

[tragicallysamcro]

the shirts jax teller wears that makes a girl (me) WEAK IN THE FUCKING KNEES 🙇‍♀️🔥🥵😍

[chickensarentcheap]

A little something. As I have a really shitty and busy couple days coming up

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“You know….” She leans against the doorframe, arms crossed over her chest. “I don’t think he’s ever been held accountable for his bullshit a day in his life.  My in-laws indulge him and enable him. Always have. Always will. Especially his mother.  He’s her baby.  Her golden boy.  He can do no wrong. Even when he is doing wrong right in front of her.”

“Where is he now? Sulking in a corner somewhere? Maybe even crying himself to sleep?”

“Knowing him, he’s probably on the phone with mommy dearest as we speak. Crying about the hired help having the nerve to stand up to him.”

“He’s what? Fifty? Going on five?”

[welldonebeca]

Fix-HerUpper (5)

Chapter Summary: You have a very interesting dream with Thor, and your sister decides to grill you about your... friendship? WC: 2.6k words Warnings: Modern AU. A bit of teasing. Family stuff. Dirty dreaming. So much thirsting. A little bit of angst?

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You shivered as the warmth of his breath ghosted over your skin, a deep inhale at your neck sending a shiver down your spine. A large hand slid around your waist, pulling you flush against the solid strength of his body in the darkness of your room.

Oh, how you had missed this — the feeling of a full bed, of being wrapped up in someone, of being held.

“You smell so good,” Thor hummed, his nose trailing over the curve of your shoulder, up the column of your neck, before pressing a slow, lingering kiss just behind your ear.

His hand moved over your belly, fingers spreading wide, his touch… reverent? Perhaps.

His fingers trailed upward, slipping beneath the hem of your worn, oversized sleep shirt, the warmth of his touch sending a big shiver through you.

“Thor,” you sighed, barely more than a breath.

He pressed a lingering kiss to your shoulder, his thumb tracing slow, lazy circles around your belly button.

“Say it again?” he teased, his voice low, threaded with amusement.

You could feel the heat rushing to your face, burning at your ears.

“Thor!”

He chuckled, his lips finding the soft spot at the base of your neck, pressing a kiss there that sent another shiver rolling down your spine.

“I love the way you say my name,” he whispered. “Always so sharp, so neighbourly.”

His voice was like a warm wave lapping at your skin, sinking into your bones as his fingers skimmed higher, teasing at the hem of your shirt before sliding underneath completely, palm hot against your ribs.

You squirmed, but he only chuckled, low and pleased.

“Mm, just like that,” he hummed, his lips brushing the sensitive skin just below your ear. “You shiver so sweetly for me.”

A gasp escaped you when his hand splayed over your stomach, fingers spreading wide as if to claim the very air in your lungs. His touch was firm and steady, but his mouth — oh, his mouth — was relentless, brushing kisses up your neck, nipping just enough to make your breath stutter.

“You miss this, don’t you?” he mused, voice thick with something dark and knowing.

Your fingers curled into the sheets, and you wondered if he could feel your heart under his hand. It was embarrassing to even say it aloud!

But the way his body pressed against yours, solid and warm, made your head spin.

“…Yes,” you whispered, betraying yourself.

Thor hummed in approval, the vibration of it sinking deep into your skin, and his hand travelled up higher as one came lower, grabbing your thigh and squeezing it, placing it over his own leg.

“My poor darling,” he said, his voice low and teasing as he played with the fabric of your bralette. “Sleeping alone every night, so full of duties, so responsible…”

His voice wrapped around you like a velvet ribbon, smooth and indulgent, tugging at something deep inside. His fingers teased the lace of your bralette, dragging lightly over the fabric in a way that made your breath hitch.

“You deserve a break,” Thor murmured against your throat, his lips tracing a slow, deliberate path along your skin. “Someone to take care of you for a change.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine, his hands coaxing you into his warmth as he guided your leg over his. The press of his thigh against yours made you feel lightheaded, a heady contrast to the steady grip on your waist.

You swallowed hard, your fingers tightening in the sheets as his thumb stroked lazily along your ribs.

“I—” you started, but the words tangled in your throat when he nipped at the curve of your jaw, soothing the spot with a slow, open-mouthed kiss.

“Shh,” he soothed, amusement dancing in his voice. “No need to say a thing.”

His palm splayed wide over your stomach again, grounding you, holding you still.

“I already know.”

His hand slid higher up your thigh, sending a shiver through your body as his fingers brushed the fabric of your bralette, pushing it aside with a deliberate slowness. The sensation of his touch made your skin feel hot, your pulse quickening.

“Why don’t you show me how pretty you look and sound when I make you feel good, hm?” Thor's breath was warm against your ear, and then his teeth sank into your earlobe, the sting sending a rush of heat through you. “Will you be good for me and do that?”

Just as he shifted, pushing your shorts aside…

You woke up.

“Hey, sleepyhead,” Julia's voice broke through the haze, and a slap to your foot had you groaning as you dragged a pillow over your face.

God. Damn. It.

“What do you want?” you mumbled, voice muffled with sleep — and frustration.

Your sister paused, unimpressed.

“Well, first, sunshine, you’ve slept through your alarm,” she informed you, her tone far too chipper for your current state. “And second, Duz needs to know where his invites are so he can take them to school.”

You let out a long, suffering groan again, rolling onto your back and staring blankly at the ceiling, rubbing the sleep — and lingering heat — from your eyes as you tried to gather your thoughts.

“The invites…” you mumbled, brain still foggy from that dream.

Right. The party invites.

You sighed, looking around they’d magically appear. But no, you had no such luck.

Shame. That dream had been so much better.

You sat up with a sigh, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

“I’ll go get them,” you decided, throwing your legs over the edge of the bed.

On the bright side, Dustin was finally better. A few good days of rest, hydration, and an excessive amount of cuddles had done the trick.

Now he was back to school, full of energy and excitement, ready to hand out his birthday invitations. He wanted to invite his entire class — and a few close friends from other grades — so this was turning into quite an event.

It would be his first real birthday party, beyond just family gatherings. You really wanted to make it special for him, something he’d remember.

You rifled through the drawer, stifling a yawn as you fished out the envelope of invitations. Sorting through them, you double-checked the names against the school list, hoping you hadn’t missed anyone. Just to be safe, you added a couple more to the paper bag Julia would be taking along.

She lingered in the doorway, her voice dripping with mischief.

“And speaking of invitations…” she dragged the word, far too casually. “A little birdie told me our neighbour is coming to the party.”

You glanced at her out of the corner of your eye, keeping your focus on the envelopes.

“Yeah, we’re inviting some neighbours,” you said smoothly. “You know, I heard someone mention there are two mums in our neighbourhood with a boy of Duz’s age, but I just can’t seem to figure out who they are.”

Julia shot you an unimpressed look, eyebrows arching in a way that was far too reminiscent of your mother.

“Uh-huh,” she said, folding her arms. “The neighbours with kids, sure. But if I remember correctly… we don’t have a next-door neighbour with kids.”

Damn it.

You turned to face her fully, and Julia’s smirk widened, her amusement practically radiating off her.

“Well?” she prodded, eyes twinkling. “You don’t have anything to say about a tall, blonde, and ridiculously ripped contractor? Maybe someone you haven’t actually hired but who somehow manages to be in this house at least twice a week?”

She wiggled her eyebrows for emphasis, and you pinched the bridge of your nose, already regretting this conversation.

“Duz wanted to invite Thor,” you pointed, keeping your voice even. “I didn’t say anything. When Thor offered to pick up stuff from the pharmacy for us, Dustin asked if he could come to the party, and I said it was fine. That’s it.”

Julia hummed, clearly unconvinced, tapping her fingers against the doorframe like she was settling in for a long, leisurely interrogation.

“That’s it?” she echoed, dragging out the words like she didn’t believe a single one of them.

You sighed again.

“Yes, that’s it,” you said, exasperated, giving her the paper bag. “Duz likes him, okay? And Thor’s been… helpful. He fixed the door, helped with the yard, ran errands when Dustin was sick—”

“Uh-huh,” Julia smirked, leaning against the doorframe like she had all the time in the world to interrogate you. “And all this generosity has nothing to do with the fact that he looks like he walked out of a romance novel and you are happily single and straight?”

You glared at her.

“Would you stop?”

She grinned, clearly enjoying herself.

“I mean, I wouldn’t mind a hot contractor hanging around if I were in your shoes,” she wiggled her eyebrows. “He’s definitely not fixing things just for fun, come on.”

“He likes fixing things,” you argued, crossing your arms. “He said it himself.”

Julia snorted.

“Oh, I bet he does.”

“Julia!” you protested, exasperated.

God, she was fucking insufferable.

Your sister just raised her hands in mock innocence, her smirk still firmly in place.

“Hey!” she shot back. “You’re thirty, flirty, and thriving. And single! What’s so wrong with enjoying a hot neighbour or two?”

You rolled your eyes so hard they might’ve gotten stuck.

“I’m not enjoying a neighbour or two,” you argued, pushing past her. “I’m not enjoying anyone. My life is way too busy to be worrying about a man, and flirting with neighbours never ends well.”

Why would you even risk it? So it could all go sideways, and you’d end up stuck sharing a fence with someone you had a bad date with? Or worse!

You didn’t have money for another house! It was this one or nothing!

Julia let out an exaggerated sigh, trailing behind you like the world’s most persistent ghost you’d ever see.

“Well, maybe it would end well if you actually gave it a chance.”

You didn’t dignify that with a response, just walking downstairs, and Dustin was happily sitting at the table, eating his breakfast — scrambled eggs, an empty fruit bowl pushed to the side, and a half-full glass of orange juice.

At least Julia had fed him before coming to torment you.

“Good morning, my pretty boy,” you greeted, leaning down to kiss his cheek.

Dustin scrunched up his nose, pulling away.

“Mama, you didn’t brush your teeth!” he protested, his little face full of righteous indignation.

You pulled back, covering your mouth.

Oh, Julia!

She cackled behind you.

“Oh my God, Duz, you legend!” she cheered, clearly revelling in your humiliation.

You groaned, covering your mouth with one hand as you ruffled Dustin’s pretty hair with the other.

“Et tu, Brute?” you mumbled dramatically.

Dustin just giggled, shoving another forkful of eggs into his mouth.

“I’m just saying, Mama. Morning breath is gross!”

You sighed, turning on your heel.

“I’m going to brush my teeth,” you announced. “And when I come back, someone better have stopped being an absolute menace.”

Julia placed a hand over her heart, feigning offence.

“I would never.”

You shot her a flat look before heading back upstairs. God, it was too early for this.

Upstairs, you brushed your teeth, washed your face, and tried to wrestle your hair into something that didn’t scream I just woke up from a questionable dream about my hot neighbour. Once you looked somewhat presentable, you made your way back down.

Dustin was at the dishwasher, carefully placing his empty plate inside while Julia stood beside him, supervising like she was training a little soldier.

“There you go, that’s a grown boy chore,” she said with a wink.

Dustin beamed, puffing out his chest like he’d just conquered Mount Everest.

“I am a very grown boy, Aunt Julia,” he declared proudly.

Julia grinned, clearly pleased.

“Alright, let’s go brush your teeth then,” she said, preparing to follow him.

“I can do it,” he told her. “I’m a very grown boy! I’m almost five!”

You shook your head, amused, but Julia squinted at him, her expression sceptical.

“Well, I’ll need to watch to see that,” she teased.

“You’ll see!” he affirmed, his voice firm, as if he were making a lifelong commitment to the task.

Dustin walked off with all the confidence of a nearly five-year-old on a mission, leaving you standing beside Julia.

“Don’t mention any of that shit to him, do you hear me?” you warned her.

Julia’s teasing expression softened as she exhaled.

“I’m not,” she said seriously. “Look, I just…”

You scoffed, already expecting some wisecrack, but instead, she reached for your hand, squeezing it gently.

“You can have a boyfriend,” she said, her voice quieter now, more earnest. “Duz is grown enough to understand those things. You just… you can’t expect to spend your whole life alone.”

Your throat tightened, but you masked it with an eye roll, pulling your hand free.

“I’m not alone,” you mumbled, shrugging it off. “I have Duz. I have you. Mum, Dad, Junior…”

Julia sighed, but she didn’t argue. Not yet, anyway. Instead, she just looked at you, like she was waiting for you to admit that maybe — just maybe — she had a point.

You didn’t say anything, just holding her gaze, letting the silence hang between you.

After a long moment, Julia sighed again, rolling her eyes.

“Sure thing, Buttercup,” she said with a teasing grin. “I’ll go check on the menace.”

You watched her walk off, following Dustin’s little footsteps, and for a split second, you bit your nail, your mind briefly drifting back to that dream. The heat of Thor’s lips against your skin, his voice echoing in your ear, the way his hands had touched you…

‘You miss this, don’t you?’

And, goddammit, you did.

“Go show your mother!” Julia’s voice called from the other room, snapping you back to the present.

You shook your head, quickly redirecting your focus and putting on a smile as Dustin came running back toward you.

“I brushed my teeth all by myself, Mama!” he announced, his voice bursting with pride. “Look!”

Dustin opened his mouth wide, revealing his shiny pearly whites. You bent down to inspect his work, your smile widening.

“Oh, look at those clean teeth!” you exclaimed. “And did you brush your molars?”

“All of them!” he confirmed, his eyes gleaming.

“And inside too?” you pressed. “Not just the outside?”

“Yes!”

You grinned, satisfied.

“Very well done,” you told him, patting his head. “Did your aunt show you your party invites? She’s going to help you hand them out today.”

Dustin’s eyes lit up.

“I can do it!” he declared proudly. “I’m a very grown boy!”

You smiled, ruffling his hair. That he was.

“Alright, then,” you told him. “And don’t forget anyone, alright?”

It was a good thing you’d texted the other mothers earlier. You definitely didn’t want any of the kids to feel left out, especially with how big of a deal this party was for Dustin.

You kissed his temple, giving him a soft smile.

“Alright, then. Have fun at school. I’ll be looking forward to hearing all about it when I pick you up.”

Dustin gave you a tight squeeze, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“I love you.”

Your heart melted a little as you hugged him back.

“I love you too, my little Prince.”

With that, he pulled away, his little feet moving toward the door with a bounce in his step. Julia shot you a knowing look, but before you could say anything, she was ushering Dustin out of the car.

You watched them both, standing by the door as Julia helped him into his car seat, and as she buckled him in, they both waved goodbye.

You waved back, watching them go, and only when they were absolutely out of your sight, that you let yourself glance back at the house next door, sighing as you walked into the house again.

Stupid dream.

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Fix-Her Upper (4)

Summary: After years of hard work and widowhood, you buy the house of your almost-dreams and move into it at the same time you’re meant to renovate it. As if things weren’t messy enough, it turns out you have a really hot, kind and friendly neighbour who happens to be single and really good with your son. You’re not sure you’re gonna be able to resist Thor Odison for long, especially when he offers to help you so much. WC: 2.4k words Warnings: Modern AU. A bit of fluff. So much thirsting. Slowburn.

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You carried Dustin back to his bedroom after a few episodes, tucking him in and checking his temperature to make sure he was still doing okay. Once you were satisfied, you slipped out quietly and headed back downstairs, Thor was just finishing up, snapping his toolbox shut as you stepped into the kitchen.

“There we go,” he said, straightening up. He swung the door open and shut.

It moved smoothly, without so much as a creak.

“Good as new,” Thor declared. “And I added an extra bolt. Have you ever considered a security system?”

You sighed, moving to the sink to set down the dishes you had used with Duz.

“If there’s money left in the budget after fixing the house, we’ll do it right away,” you said. “If not, we’ll have to wait a bit to stabilise. You got any recommendations?”

Thor’s expression softened as he stepped closer.

“I can talk to a friend, get you a good discount,” he offered. “Shouldn’t be too expensive, and it’s always good to be safe. You know… just two women and a kid in a house…”

You raised an eyebrow, smirking.

“No big, strong man to protect us?” you teased, though your mood lacked any real amusement.

Because, well… he had a point. Even in a safe neighbourhood, you had to be careful.

“The world can be very unfair,” he mumbled.

You held his gaze for a beat, something unspoken passing between you. Well, didn’t you know that?

“Appreciate the concern,” you finally said, turning back to the sink to rinse off the dishes. “Send me your friend’s website, I’ll look into it.”

Thor didn’t press further, just nodded.

“I will.”

The kitchen was quiet except for the sound of water running, and you heard him close his toolbox with a click.

“Well, I should head out,” he said. “Let you get back to your day.”

You turned back to him, drying your hands on a dish towel.

“Hey,” you called, tilting your head. “I still owe you coffee, remember?”

Thor paused mid-step, glancing back at you with a bit of surprise on his face.

“Oh, I don’t want to impose,” he said quickly. “You’re probably exhausted.”

You let out a dry laugh.

“I’ve been bouncing between work and taking care of Dustin since yesterday. I’ve watched half the Bluey catalogue on Disney+, scrubbed vomit off my bathroom floor with my bare hands, and—” you listed dramatically, leaning against the counter “—if I don’t have a conversation with an actual adult, I might die.”

Thor snorted, clearly amused by your desperation.

“Alright,” he relented, lips turning into a smile of surrender. “Coffee it is.”

That was how the two of you ended up sitting on the steps of your back porch, cradling mugs of coffee as you gazed out over the yard — now neatly trimmed and cleared, thanks to Thor’s hard work.

“Do you have any plans for it?” he asked, nodding toward the open space. “Some people are planting clover instead of grass. Looks nice.”

You considered it for a moment before shrugging.

“I don’t know,” you admitted. “I’ve never had a yard of my own before. I’ll probably let Dustin suggest something.”

You took a slow sip of your coffee, letting the warmth settle in your chest.

“But the Juliuses want to build a swing set for Duz,” you added.

Thor turned to you, his brow furrowing.

“The Juliuses?”

You chuckled.

“My dad, Julius, and my brother, Julius,” you explained. “He wanted to pass the name on. Twice.”

It wasn’t enough that he made Julius a Junior, but also had your sister be Julia.

Very Roman of him.

Thor let out an amused huff, shaking his head.

“That’s dedication,” he grinned. “Older or younger?”

“The twins are younger,” you told him. “By three years and a bit.”

He hummed in acknowledgement, and you turned the question on him.

“What about you? Got any siblings?”

Thor took a sip of his coffee, eyes lingering on the yard before he nodded.

“Yeah,” he said. “One younger brother and an older half-sister.”

You caught the slight shift in his tone — casual, but there was something underneath it.

“Are you close?” you asked, tilting your head.

He seemed to think for a bit and then exhaled.

He hesitated for a beat before exhaling.

“Not with my sister,” he admitted. “But my brother? Yeah. We’ve been through a lot together. Fought like hell as kids — still do sometimes — but we’re in a good place now.”

You smiled. Well, it sounded just like you and the twins.

“My sister… my father never really nurtured anything between us,” Thor admitted. “And after he passed, we had problems. With her, with the company… with everything.”

You stayed quiet, letting him speak as he gazed off into the distance, clearly lost in thought.

“I must confess…” he let out a quiet, humourless chuckle. “I was very angry when it all happened. Our father has his share of the blame. I won’t pretend he couldn’t have done more to bring us together instead of keeping us apart. But after he was gone, when we were mourning him, all she seemed to care about was taking her share of the family company. About replacing him. She was never there for the hard years, yet suddenly, she wanted his seat.”

There was a weight to his words, old resentment still lingering beneath them. You understood it — family could be complicated, especially when loss was involved.

“Then she got what she wanted,” he breathed out. “She packed up and left.”

“I’m sorry,” you said softly, offering him a small, knowing look.

Thor smiled a little, shaking his head as if to clear it.

“It’s in the past,” he spoke softly. “And I have Loki, he’s my true brother. Even if he is a bit of a trouble marker.”

You threw him a bit of a smile. Thor and Loki, what a pair.

“Someone had to be, no?” you teased him. “You filled the responsible shoes.”

That made Thor laugh — really laugh, a deep, hearty sound that made even your chest vibrate.

“You say that because you know me now! But in my twenties?” he set his coffee down with a shake of his head, motioning with his hands. “I was wild. Crazy fraternity parties that lasted for days, not a single hangover, travelling without a care in the world, getting into fights…”

You raised your eyebrows, surprised. Thor was wild in his twenties? Thor!

“And what kind of alien replaced you?” you joked.

Thor let out a booming laugh, shaking his head.

“I know! Hard to believe, right?” he picked up his coffee again, smirking as he took a sip. “But no one replaced me, I just… grew up.”

You smirked a little.

“Yeah, we all have to do that eventually.”

He hummed in agreement, his gaze drifting back toward the yard.

“Loki… well, he took a different path. He’s always been clever, but trouble follows him. Or maybe he follows trouble — I haven’t quite decided.”

You nodded quietly. Well, you hoped it wasn’t the worst kind of trouble.

“And you? You just woke up one day and decided to become a responsible citizen?”

Thor exhaled a short laugh, rubbing a hand over his beard.

“Something like that,” he told you. “Spent a year to my own devices, my parents cut me off from the family money and contacts, learned to have work ethics and to be responsible, had to start from the bottom…”

Well, that made sense.

But before you could ask more, he turned the conversation back to you.

“And what about you? Ever had a wild phase?”

You snorted.

“Please. I’ve been responsible since birth,” you joked. “I was the quiet one. I think I figured out early on that the twins were a handful, so I made my parents’ lives easier by being the easy one.”

“Ah, so you were the one keeping them in line?” he teased.

“Yep,” you sighed. “The burden of being the eldest.”

Thor raised his mug in salute.

“Cheers to younger siblings — and to always watching out for them.”

You chuckled and tapped your coffee mug against his, sharing a small moment of understanding.

For a moment, the two of you sat in comfortable silence before something sparked in your memory.

“Oh! Speaking of family,” you said, turning to face him. “Dustin’s turning five soon.”

Thor’s face immediately brightened.

“That’s wonderful!” he exclaimed.

“It is,” you grinned. “And he talked to me. He wants to invite you to his party. It’ll be here at the house, nothing grand, just something with his friends and family. You don’t have to come if you’re busy or if you don’t want to, but I figured I’d give you a heads-up before he gives you your invitation. So you won’t be caught off guard and can politely decline if you need to, you know?”

You knew not everyone enjoyed being surrounded by a horde of sugar-fuelled, screaming children. Thor didn’t have kids — at least, not as far as you knew — and he’d never mentioned any in his family. You weren’t the kind of parent to assume your child was the exception to someone’s preference to steer clear of chaotic birthday parties.

But Thor looked genuinely taken aback, as though the idea of declining had never crossed his mind.

“Why would I say no?” he asked, eyes wide with excitement. “That’s wonderful — I’m honoured to be invited.”

You felt your heart flutter in your chest for a moment, a warmth spreading that you quickly tried to hide by looking away.

Thor, oblivious to your momentary rush of emotion, leaned forward to speak to you.

“You must send me the gift list,” he said earnestly. “I don’t know a single thing a boy his age would be interested in.”

“I’ll text you a suggestion list,” you replied, your voice steady despite the warmth on your face. “He’ll like practically anything you get him. Duz is the easiest kid to please.”

Thor chuckled, nodding.

“I’m sure I’ll manage, but better to have a list than risk getting him something totally off the mark.”

You took another sip of your coffee, its warmth long gone, the silence between you settling comfortably as you both sat there. Thor seemed deep in thought, his gaze lingering on the yard. There was something about the way he looked, like he was genuinely enjoying the moment, even if it was just over something as simple as Dustin's birthday.

You let your own thoughts wander for a moment, not wanting to break the calm.

Well, you’d never met any man who was so easy around your son that wasn’t a teacher. Specially not one this hot.

You were so distracted you were almost startled when Thor spoke again, his tone softer this time.

“Thank you,” he said, almost sheepishly. “For inviting me. And thank Julia for me too. I know I’m just the fence weirdo, you didn’t have to invite me.”

You frowned at his words, surprised by his self-deprecation

“Oh, don’t sell yourself short, Thor,” you countered. “You're a good neighbour. And Duz adores you. He would not have it any other way.”

Thor’s gaze softened, his eyes still distant but with a soft honestly that you could feel even in the silence.

“You know, it’s nice... being part of something like this,” he admitted, voice soft, as if speaking more to himself than to you. “Watching someone care so much about their family, doing whatever they can to make things right... it’s different from what I’m used to, but it feels good.”

You smiled, feeling your shoulders dropping a little bit.

“And it helps that Duz is such a cool kid,” he added, his face lighting up with that easy smile of his. You couldn't help but smile back. “So… thank you.”

You felt a flutter in your chest as you looked at him, his eyes so genuine and full of warmth.

“You’re welcome. And maybe that’s a mum thing, Duz is something special. He’s got a big heart and a whole lot of energy to share.”

Thor chuckled.

“I’ve noticed. He’s got a way of making everything feel... brighter, I think. I can see why you’d go to the ends of the earth for him.”

Your cheeks felt warm, some pride and something else mixing up inside you.

“I do my best,” you murmured, trying to keep the conversation light.

But it was hard. Because no matter how much support you had — Julia being a wonderful aunt, Julius a reliable uncle, and your parents doting grandparents — at the end of the day, it was just you. The weight of every decision, every responsibility, and every fear of messing up rested solely on your shoulders.

If Vic were still here, maybe it would be different. Maybe the burden would feel a little lighter. Maybe.

Still, something about Thor’s words settled in your chest, comforting in a way you hadn’t expected. Your efforts were seen. Duz was a good kid, and even if you felt like you were just holding everything together some days, he made it easier.

A brief pause stretched between you before Thor spoke again, his voice quieter, a little hesitant.

“I, uh… I really appreciate you letting me be a part of this. It’s not something I’ve had much of lately. Not the whole… family thing.”

Your heart squeezed a little at that admission, but before you could say anything, he cleared his throat, brushing past whatever emotion had crept into his words.

“Well,” he decided, pushing himself up. “I should leave you be, you need to rest.”

“Thank you,” you replied, standing up as well. “For the door. And the yard. And... everything else.”

Thor smiled, gentle but distant, like there was something unspoken lingering in the space between you. His eyes still held a trace of sadness, though he masked it well.

“Anytime,” he assured you. “And I mean it. Just give me a call if you need anything — I like being of help.”

You exhaled, feeling the weight of the day settle over you. He handed back your mug, his fingers brushing against yours for the briefest moment.

“Give Duz some sweets for me when he’s feeling better,” he said, a playful glint returning to his eyes. “He deserves it.”

You chuckled, shaking your head.

“You’re a bad influence.”

“The best kind,” he corrected, grinning as he stepped into the yard.

You watched him step through the open passage between your yards and off to his own property, and Thor waved away to you before walking into his own house, and let out a long breath as you sat down.

Oh, dear.

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Fix-Her Upper (3)

Summary: After years of hard work and widowhood, you buy the house of your almost dreams and move into it at the same time you’re meant to renovate it. As if things weren’t messy enough, it turns out you have a really hot, kind and friendly neighbour who happens to be single and really good with your son. You’re not sure you’re gonna be able to resist Thor Odison for long, especially when he offers to help you so much. Chapter Summary: When your son gets sick, Thor offers help with errands and finally fix your broken door. WC: 3.6k word Warnings: Modern AU. A bit of fluff. Family stuff. So much thirsting.

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“You think the only people who are people are the ones who look and think the same as you,” you murmured, patting Dustin’s back as the lyrics blurred in your tired mind. “But if you follow the path of a stranger, you’ll learn things you never knew you never knew.”

Dustin was sick. Some stomach bug running around the kids at his school after some stupid people sent in their obviously sick child into a Petri Dish of little humans who never, ever, kept their hands to themselves.

So now, Duz was sick.

And you were all alone to deal with that.

Yes, you were a single mother. Since Victor’s death, you’d been Dustin’s only parent. But you had never been truly alone. Your parents had always been hands-on, your sister and brother were fantastic with him — when Duz was younger and struggling with losing Victor, and couldn’t sleep, Julius would take him. He’d scoop him up, put him in a stroller, and walk him around the block until he fell asleep, working his magic there.

Your family had always been there for you both, a constant, reassuring presence. You never had to feel like you were facing it all by yourself.

But today felt different.

Everyone was tied up. Even if they wanted to help, there were other situations pulling them away and you weren’t about to make anyone feel guilty about it.

So it was just the two of you.

“Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue… blue moon? And asked why the…” you sang softly, wincing as the lyrics slipped through your tired mind, mumbling something in the melody. “Why he grinned? Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain? Can you paint with all the colours of the wind?”

Moving carefully, you eased Dustin onto his bed. He was drowsy but pouty, eyes heavy yet stubbornly open.

Oh, you wanted to beg him to sleep. Just for a little while.

There was still vomit on the bathroom floor. You still had no idea what you were supposed to make for him to eat — something bland, something gentle, in maybe an hour? Maybe less?

You just needed him to rest.

“Come run the hidden green trails of the forest,” you murmured, gently rubbing his back. “Come pick the sweet… the berries of the earth.”

God, you really didn’t remember the lyrics. Who had decided to introduce these kids to Pocahontas? Wasn’t it a controversial film?

You sighed, surrendering to the one part you could rely on.

“Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain? Can you paint with all the colours of the wind?”

Your voice faded into a quiet hum, your hand settling into a steady rhythm against his back. Slowly, finally, his breathing deepened.

You stayed there a moment longer, watching his tiny chest rise and fall, waiting to be sure he was truly asleep. When you were certain, you peeled yourself away from the bed as slowly and silently as you could.

The bathroom still smelled awful.

You let out a groan as you made it inside with the cleaning supplies. The sooner this was done, the sooner you could sit down for five minutes — maybe even drink some tea if the universe was feeling generous.

You scrubbed the floor, doused everything in bleach, rinsed out the rag, tossed it in the washer, and sprayed air freshener twice for good measure. By the time you were done, your arms ached, your head throbbed, and all you wanted was to collapse next to Dustin and sleep.

And then someone knocked on the door.

You groaned in frustration and you kicked the floor.

Where, there it went your fucking five minutes.

You washed your hands on the sink, spreading some moisturiser on them and sniffing your shirt.

Well, it was as good as it would get.

You made your way to the front door, checking the magic eye.

Thor?

You frowned, blinking in surprise as you swung the door open.

“Hey!” he greeted you with that usual, easy smile.

“Hi,” you said slowly.

Wait, had anything happened?

“I’m sorry,” he said, hesitating. “Am I interrupting?”

You grimaced at your own knee-jerk tension. Thor was a goofball and a great neighbour — he didn’t deserve the brunt of your exhaustion.

“No,” you shook your head. “Well… no. It’s alright. I’m sorry. Is everything okay?”

He still looked a little surprised — maybe even concerned — as he studied you.

“Yes, yes,” he assured you. “No trouble. No fire, no… natural disaster.”

That pulled a tired chuckle from you, and for a second, he hesitated, as if debating whether to continue. Then his cheeks went slightly pink.

“Sorry,” he said again. “Is this a bad time? I woke you up, didn’t I?”

“No,” you sighed, running a hand through your hair. “It’s just…”

It was a bad time. You barely had five minutes to breathe, let alone entertain anyone — even if that person was Thor.

“Duz is sick,” you admitted. “And it’s just the two of us today, so things are a little chaotic.”

“Oh!” he exclaimed. “So that’s why I haven’t seen him sneaking into my yard the last few days.”

You gave him a small, tired smile.

“Stomach bug,” you explained. “Some people send their kids to school sick, and then it spreads like wildfire.”

Thor nodded in understanding, his brows furrowing.

“That’s terrible. Poor little warrior.”

You sighed.

“Yeah, it’s been rough.”

“How’s he holding up?” Thor asked, glancing briefly inside. “Is he good at following doctor’s orders? Because I was the worst. My mother always said I was a nightmare when I was sick — refused to rest, wouldn’t take medicine, absolutely insufferable.”

That made you chuckle. Yeah, somehow, that made all sense just from looking at him.

“Well,” you sighed, “we had a call with his paediatrician, and he recommended some stuff, but I’m waiting for Julia to bring it when she’s off work… which is in about six hours.”

“Six hours?” he repeated, looking as scandalised as you’d felt when your sister first told you.

You grimaced.

“Yeah. She got cornered into covering someone else’s shift. Normally, I’d ask my parents or my brother, but they’re on a cruise right now, and Julius is in New York. So…” you gestured vaguely. “It’s just me, holding the fort.”

Six. More. Hours.

“I can pick it up,” Thor offered immediately.

You blinked in surprise.

“Oh, I don’t want to bother you—”

“You’re not,” he cut in, shaking his head. “I’m offering. What do you need?”

You hesitated for a beat before softening. God, he was wonderful, wasn’t he?

“It’s already paid for,” you told him quickly. “Their delivery service is just messed up for some reason. It’s—”

“A pickup,” Thor finished for you, nodding. “Got it. Is it the green pharmacy? Three blocks that way—” He gestured left.

“And turn at the curb, yeah,” you confirmed.

“Perfect,” he grinned. “Just a quick jog.”

You pressed your lips together, trying to hold back a bigger smile as you sighed.

“Let me grab the order number.”

You ducked inside to grab your phone, scrolling through your emails until you found the confirmation message. When you came back, Thor was just still standing at the door, hands in his pockets, rocking back on his heels like he had all the time in the world.

You grabbed some Post-it notes from the nearby key bowl and wrote the number down, along with your first and last name.

“Here,” you said, giving it to you. “It should be under my name.”

“Beautiful surname,” he winked at you and pocketed it. “I’ll be back in a few.”

You hesitated.

“Are you sure? I mean, I really don’t want to inconvenience you.”

He let out a deep, amused chuckle.

“It’s not an inconvenience! It’s a short jog and an excuse to get out for a bit,” he grinned. “Plus, you look like you could use a break.”

You huffed a small laugh, shaking your head.

“That obvious?”

“Just a little,” he teased, before stepping back. “Alright, I’ll be back soon. You—” he gestured vaguely toward the house. “Try to breathe for a second, yeah? Sit. Have tea.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips.

“Yeah, yeah. Thank you, Thor.”

“Anytime,” he said simply, then turned and jogged off down the street.

You watched him go for a second before exhaling sharply, closing the door, and leaning your forehead against it. Okay. Five minutes. You could sit for five minutes.

You tiptoed back toward the couch, pulling up your phone for the nanny cam that doubled for a monitor whenever he was sick. Dustin was still sleeping, his little face slack with exhaustion.

Good.

You sank onto the couch with a deep sigh, stretching your legs out and closing your eyes for just a second.

And you fell asleep. Like, right away. Just dozed off right there.

You woke with a start at the sensation of someone poking you. Your eyes flew open — Thor was an arm’s length away.

“Shit,” you jolted upright.

“I’m sorry!” he said quickly, hands up in surrender. “I didn’t want to make noise.”

You rubbed a hand over your face, trying to shake off the sleep. Then you blinked at him.

“…How did you get in?” you frowned.

Your door didn’t open from the outside.

Thor grimaced.

“Well… I used the back door,” he pointed toward the kitchen. “It fell again. It’s really unsafe. You should not leave it like that.”

You groaned, rubbing your face again.

“I need to fix that thing,” you muttered.

You were fucking lucky this neighbourhood was safe and monitored, because anywhere else that back door would’ve been a disaster waiting to happen.

“I can give it a look,” he offered. “I got nothing to do with my day, anyway.”

You softened.

“Thor, you’ve done plenty,” you stood up. “You don’t need to bother.”

He shrugged, completely unbothered.

“It’s not a bother. Besides, I’d rather fix the door than have to break in again next time.”

You let out a tired laugh, shaking your head. “Next time?”

“Well, yeah,” he said easily, arms crossed over his chest. “I figure if you ever get stuck again — sick kid, no backup — I might have to pull hero duty.”

Your heart gave a traitorous little flutter.

“You already did,” you pointed out. “You ran an errand for me you didn’t have to. Besides, don’t you work with that stuff? What I want most after work is to stay as far away from jingles as possible.”

It was the whole reason Julia usually handled grocery shopping, or why you both just opted for delivery. As a jingle writer, you knew how irritating they could be.

Thor huffed a small laugh.

“I’ve been doing mostly management these last few years,” he admitted. “Apparently, there are people way more qualified, who’ve been doing it for longer than I’ve been alive — and they’re happy to be handsomely paid for their time.”

You threw him a smirk. Sure, yeah. Because obviously, Thor had nothing better to do with his day than grab your Pedialyte and fix a broken door.

“I mean it!” Thor insisted. “I’ve been dying to use my hands. Doing your door with help me greatly!”

You sighed.

“Thor…”

“And I might have already brought my tools and set them on your back porch,” he admitted, mumbling the last part.

You couldn’t even help the laugh that escaped you. Of course he had.

“Fine,” you relented, shaking your head. “Go have your fun.”

Thor grinned, looking far too pleased with himself as he handed you the brown paper bag in his hand.

“Excellent choice,” he said, clapping his hands together. “I’ll have that door good as new in no time.”

You shook your head, still amused.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“And yet, incredibly useful,” he shot back, already heading toward the back porch.

You exhaled, rubbing the sleep from your face as you followed him. Sure enough, there was a toolbox, a drill, and — was that a whole new set of hinges?

“How did you even—?”

“I have my ways,” he said mysteriously, crouching to inspect the broken frame.

You crossed your arms, watching him with a smirk.

“I’m starting to think you just wanted an excuse to stick around.”

He looked up at you for a few seconds, eyes twinkling, and then he shrugged.

“You’re a good neighbour,” he said simply.

Your lips curled into a small smile as you turned toward the kitchen counter, unpacking the bag. It was more than what you had originally bought.

Yes, there was Pedialyte and Zofran, but also freezer pops, probiotics, ginger sweets, and coconut water. And—

Your gaze landed on another bag that definitely hadn’t been there before.

“Thor?” you called. “What is this?”

He poked his head inside the doorway, now wearing protective goggles.

“Bananas,” he said simply. “And broth.”

You blinked. Wait — he’d picked this up?

“You didn’t have to do this,” you protested.

“It’s good for the boy!” Thor insisted, waving you off like it was no big deal.

You couldn’t even think about complaining—because right as you opened your mouth, you heard the soft thump, thump, thump of little feet coming down the stairs.

Duz appeared in the doorway, his blonde hair a mess, rubbing his sleepy eyes with tiny fists. His bottom lip stuck out in a deep, dramatic pout.

“Mama,” he whined, his voice small and pitiful.

“Oh, my little love,” you sighed, scooping him up without hesitation.

He melted into you instantly, tucking his head into the crook of your neck with a tired little sigh. You rocked him gently, pressing a kiss to his warm forehead.

From the porch, Thor watched with a soft smile, pushing his goggles up onto his head.

“Good timing,” he said lightly. “Your brave warrior has awakened.”

Dustin pulled away from your neck, blinking sleepily in Thor's direction. His little eyes scanned him, curious but all cautious.

“Your mother mentioned you’re feeling a little ill,” Thor said, his voice warm and gentle, leaning a little to meet his gaze from his spot in the doorway. “I missed you poking the rocks in my backyard.

Dustin gave a small, shy nod, the faintest trace of a smile tugging at his lips.

“Well, look what your mother got you while you slept,” Thor said, gesturing to the counter with a grin. “Do you like popsicles?”

You grabbed the box of Pedialyte Pops with one hand, popping the top open. You pulled a couple out, showing them to Dustin with a smile.

“Look, sweetie, it’s your favourite flavour,” you said softly, handing him a cherry one. “And we can freeze it and you’ll have a cherry popsicle.”

His face lit up just a little, the exhaustion fading slightly as he reached for the treat, his small hands wrapping around it carefully.

"Thank you, Mama," he whispered, then turned back to Thor. "Thanks, mister Thor."

Thor’s grin was easy, his eyes crinkling at the edges.

“Oh, I’m only here to fix the door and annoy your mother a little bit,” he said with a playful wink. “But I appreciate the acknowledgement.”

You grabbed a couple more pops from the box, balancing Dustin on your hip as you dropped them into the freezer drawer, not caring about any order or neatness.

“You’ll have to tell me the price of that, Thor,” you warned, giving him a look over your shoulder. “I’m not making you work for free.”

Thor raised an eyebrow, clearly amused.

“What, so you want to pay me for saving you the hassle of fixing that door?”

“Of course,” you replied, turning to face him, still holding Dustin in your arms. “You’ve gone above and beyond. Consider it a proper payment. You’ve already refused it from the backyard, I cannot let you continue doing free labour around my house like that.”

He scoffed, ready to disagree, but you kept your stance, raising your eyebrows.

Finally, Thor exhaled.

“Well, in that case, I’ll take a cup of coffee and a thank you from the both of you,” he decided. “That should cover it while you got your hands full.”

You wanted to protest it, tell him that it wasn’t nearly enough, but… well, you did have your hands full.

“Fine,” you sighed.

Thor just grinned, moving back to work and you sighed as you turned your attention to your son.

“Alright, mister,” you adjusted him. “Let’s get you something warm in that belly.”

You set him down on a chair by the counter and grabbed the container of broth Thor had brought, and you could see him already crouched down with his toolbox, focused on the door like he was fixing some high-tech machinery instead of just replacing broken hinges.

You warmed the broth in a small pot, popped a couple of slices of bread into the toaster, and grabbed a spoon and a brightly coloured bowl to make everything a little more appealing. Dustin rested his head on the table, his little legs swinging lazily from the chair as he waited.

To Thor’s credit, he used his hands as much as possible before finally reaching for the drill. When he caught your eye, he shot you a grimace.

“Drill moment,” he announced dramatically.

Dustin clapped his little hands over his ears, and you winced slightly as the drill whirred to life. You tested the broth’s temperature against the back of your hand, then turned off the stove just as Thor finished.

Glancing over at him, you couldn’t help but smirk at the look of pure concentration on his face as he sorted through his toolbox.

“Aren’t you serious when you work?” you teased.

Thor didn’t even glance up, but you could hear the grin in his voice.

“A man’s work is his pride, dear neighbour,” he declared. “And besides, if I don’t do it right, I’ll just have to break in again next time.”

You scoffed, shaking your head.

“Sure. You’d love another excuse to break into our house to bring us broth.”

Dustin giggled, and you smiled down at him just as the toast popped up. You plated the bread quickly and set everything on the table.

The food was warm — just right — so you poured the broth into the bowl and sat down. Dustin wasted no time climbing onto your lap, settling comfortably in front of his meal.

“There we go,” you murmured, pressing a kiss to his head and brushing a few strands of hair from his forehead.

He ate quietly, slowly and patiently, even when Thor had to use the drill again. He finished the entire bowl at his own pace, and in between spoonfuls and bites of bread, you slipped him his nausea medicine.

“And we’re done,” you murmured, rubbing his little belly as you showed him the empty bowl. “How about we watch some Bluey now?”

Dustin perked up at that, his sleepy face lighting up just a bit. He nodded, rubbing his eyes again.

“Bluey,” he mumbled in a small, eager voice.

You smiled, pressing another soft kiss to his hair before standing up with him in your arms.

“You’re free to join us when you’re done,” you told Thor as you passed him.

He stopped to look at you and grinned.

He paused his work just long enough to flash you a grin.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he said, dusting off his hands. “Now, take the warrior to his well-earned respite.”

You carried Dustin over to the couch, settling him down, and he curled into you the moment you sat down, his small body warm against yours as he tucked his head beneath your chin.

And, to be absolutely fair, you paid not a single second of attention to whatever was playing on the TV.

Something about a garage sale? Whatever. You had already seen this show too many times to count. Bluey was one of Dustin’s favourites, and since finding old Sesame Street was a challenge, Bluey it was. Nearly every day.

But honestly, it didn’t matter, because you had a much more distracting view.

Thor.

From where you sat, you could see him perfectly, and — God help you — he was distracting.

His arms. Big arms.

Actually, Thor was just… big in general.

Big arms, broad shoulders — and, apparently, working made him sweat, because, at one point, he dragged the hem of his shirt up to wipe his face, and — dear God — he was ripped.

Like, unreal levels of ripped.

Humans did not come in that shape naturally. That wasn’t a regular guy fixing your door — that was some kind of Norse god masquerading as a handyman.

What was he even doing on your porch and not starring in a superhero blockbuster?

Thor, oblivious to the fact that you had just been shamelessly ogling him, kept working while you tried to cool the heat creeping up your neck.

“Mama?” Duz called, taking your attention back to him, and you had to cover up your embarrassment with a smile at him.

“Yes, my little love?” you asked, gently petting his hair, willing yourself to focus.

Dustin looked up at you, all sleepy-eyed curiosity.

“Can we invite Mr Thor for my birthday?”

Oh. That was actually a good idea.

Dustin was turning five in a few weeks, and you were in the middle of planning his party. It made sense to invite the guy who, at this point, was pretty much at your house every other day, and made your backyard party possible.

“Of course,” you confirmed. “How about we add him to the list so we can give him his invitation when we print out the ones for your school friends?”

Your son’s face brightened instantly.

“Okay,” he nodded eagerly.

You glanced back toward the porch, watching as he focused on his work, completely unaware of his newest social obligation – though you were quite sure he wouldn’t mind it at all to be part of the party.

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“Fix-Her Upper” is a Modern Thor x Reader AU that was initially posted on my Patreon on March 2025. To read the available chapters now, subscribe to my page! It’s just $2 a month and I promise you won’t regret it.

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