#thor au imagine

[literaryavenger]

Can I be him?

Summary: When Bucky finds something of yours, he hopes against hope that you feel the same way about him.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Language cause it's me. Fluff. A lot of angst. Idiots in love. Self-deprecating thoughts, both reader and Bucky. No use of Y/N. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 4.8K

A/N: It’s 3am where I live, so… Happy 107th Birthday to my favorite Supersoldier! Today I’m posting 2 Bucky fics because my baby deserves it, this one and another one sometime around the afternoon. Hope someone likes it! Thank you to my angels @ordelixx and @mrsbuckybarnes1917 that gave me so many ideas that helped me finish this. I love you🖤

Masterlist

Being an Avenger is not easy.

The long missions, the intense training, the weight of the world on your shoulders…

Everybody on the team has a different way to unwind after a mission: Steve draws, Clint and Natasha compete doing target practice, Thor sleeps, Sam plays video games, Bucky takes motorcycle rides, Tony and Bruce work on side projects in their lab, Loki reads, Peter does his homework and Wanda cooks with Vision.

For you, it’s going to the rose garden behind the Compound.

It’s a bit of a sanctuary for you, Tony allowed you to put tall hedges of roses with a gazebo-like structure in the middle of them facing the lake, only it’s entirely made of vines.

You made it yourself, that’s your power: you can manipulate anything plant-related. 

Everytime you finish a mission the team splits up as soon as the debriefing is over and you walk straight here.

You sit on the bench, also made of vines, take out your diary and start writing.

You write about everything, from details of missions to your feelings about the team. From things you did that you don’t want to forget to things that you want to do after you’re not so tired anymore.

The hedges hide you from view and the only thing you can see when you’re here is the lake.

Sometimes, after a particular difficult mission, you don’t even write. You just sit there and look out into the water, the sunshine or moonlight shining down on you, and you feel at peace.

It helps that nobody else ever comes here. The team understands it’s your safe space, and the agents are mostly scared of your powers ever since you grew a giant carnivorous plant and it bit an agent that squeezed your ass during training. 

The agent got both taken to the medbay and suspended on the same day, and you got the thanks of about a dozen girls that had the same problem with the same asshole.

You walk out of the conference room, the debriefing of the team’s latest mission just wrapped up, and like usual everyone scatters to their own after-mission ritual.

Today, though, you can’t concentrate on anything.

Your feet take you to the rose garden by reflex, but your brain doesn’t even register you’re there until you sit on the bench.

Today’s mission took a lot out of you, not just because of the amount of magic you had to use to get everyone out safely, but also because it was your fault the team was in so much danger in the first place.

You fucked up your task, Natasha had to step in and save your ass, moving away from her post and making her late for her own task and that derailed the entire mission.

At the end, you had to use your powers to take out the hundreds of Hydra agents at the same time, which is no small feat and made you almost pass out.

Everybody told you on the way home not to worry, the mission was successfully accomplished and everyone made it out safely, but you know that if it wasn’t for your screw up the team would’ve gotten in and out of base without so much as a scratch. 

Nobody had fatal injuries, thank God, but Sam got shot in the leg, Clint got stabbed and everyone else had various degrees of injuries because Hydra got the jump on the team.

Because of me.

That was all you kept thinking about. Your brain had a field day making up all kinds of scenarios where your mistake cost someone’s life, a few of them even had the entire team dying because of your stupidity. 

You were so caught up in your head that you didn’t even notice someone following you to the rose garden.

Not that you ever do. 

If there’s one thing Bucky Barnes knows how to do, is move around undetected. He’s a master assassin, he was trained for this for over 50 years, he knows how to be a shadow.

Except now he uses his skills for good during missions and, occasionally, to follow you.

Not in a creepy way, of course, just to check on you. At least that’s the excuse he always uses so he won’t have to admit to himself that what he does is, indeed, a little creepy.

But he can’t help himself, Bucky knew from the moment he saw you that he was fucked. 

The moment you walked into the room to meet the team his heart was yours. You stole it with one simple smile, with one look of your beautiful eyes.

You introduced yourself and shook hands with everyone, but when you looked at Bucky he felt like a light came on and it was just you two.

You shook his hand and he felt like he had to take it off and give it to you, it was yours now. His hand, his arm, his leg, his head, his heart, his soul. Everything he is was now yours, he just knew it.

Then you said his name and he could’ve died right there and then. It was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard, and it was barely two syllables. Every word you said, every laugh and sound that came out of your pretty mouth, Bucky felt like it was all for him. Nobody else mattered.

Bucky knew then he was in love.

But he didn’t know how to approach you. You were like a fairy, like a princess. Growing flowers, always smiling, baking, growing everyone’s favorite flowers and always willing to help, like growing Aloe when Wanda burned herself cooking, or Chamomile to help with Tony’s anxiety, or Valerian roots whenever someone was feeling down. 

You were like sunshine and he was terrified he’d kill your light. But he’d be damned if he’d let the world kill it either, he’d protect you with his life.

So he took to following you, making sure you were safe from a distance.

But it’s not like he never talked to you, the more time you spent with the team the more comfortable Bucky got around you and eventually you became friends.

Bucky knew you could take care of yourself, you were one of the strongest members of the team, but he didn’t like it when you were in your rose garden by yourself. The tall hedges made it impossible to see incoming danger, so he kept an eye on you just to be sure.

For his own piece of mind. And you never saw him.

That was Bucky’s actual way to unwind after a mission.

He’d tell everybody he was going for a ride on his bike, but he’d drive it through the woods around the compound and to the other side of the lake where he’d have a perfect view of you without you knowing. 

Deep down he knew it was a little creepy, he could just ask you if he could join you, but he felt like you needed your time alone without anyone else around, and he knew if he asked you, you’d say yes no matter what you were feeling, because that’s just the kind of person you are.

So Bucky watched you from afar, always careful not to be seen. He watched you write for hours, it relaxed him to see your beautiful face so concentrated.

Sometimes you’d laugh quietly at what you were writing and those were the only times Bucky was grateful for the supersoldier serum that allowed him to hear such a beautiful sound even with so much distance between you.

But it was torture for him when he knew you had a bad day. Sometimes you’d hug your knees and cry, Bucky could tell how much you’d need a hug, and it killed him that he couldn’t just walk up to you and hug you.

Everytime he sees you cry his heart breaks a little and he always tries to make you feel better when you walk back inside. He doesn’t ask you what’s wrong, he just tries to make you laugh. But all he wanted to do was dry your tears.

You did notice Bucky always seemed to act a little goofy when you're feeling down, like he somehow knew, but you never thought much of it.

You knew he was a very observant person, so you assumed he just saw your mood through your behavior better than most.

Bucky loves hanging out with you, even if it’s just as friends. You make fun of him like with everyone else, you don’t treat him like could explode at any moment, never walking on eggshells around him like most people do.

You’ve never been afraid of him, and he’s glad that you don’t treat him like glass. You treat him like everyone else, and it makes him feel normal.

Everytime time he hangs out with you, you take him back to a time where he was unbroken. You make him feel alive again.

And he falls more in love with you by the second because of it. You’re all he wants, he wants to have you and kiss your lips and never let anyone hurt you. That’s all he can think about, but he knows that’s not gonna happen.

He heard you talk to Natasha and Wanda, heard that there’s someone you’d gone on a few dates with. But Bucky knows that guy doesn’t deserve you, nobody does.

Even Bucky himself doesn’t deserve you, you’re too pure for anyone in this world, but if there’s someone that has any chance of making you happy, Bucky prays to God that that someone is him.

Bucky knows today’s mission shook you deeply. He knows you blame yourself, and no amount of reassurance will make you believe that everything is okay.

So today, for the first time, Bucky actually follows you. He can see your unfocused eyes even as you walk and he wants to be near you, just in case.

He almost walks to you when you curl up on the bench and start sobbing quietly, but he holds back not wanting to startle or upset you further.

He just listens to your soft cries until you stop and compose yourself. You sigh and get up, walking back to the Compound to take a much needed relaxing shower.

But you’re still so much in your own head that you don’t even notice you left your diary on the bench in the gazebo. 

Bucky did notice, though.

He’s tempted to call after you and tell you, but something deep down tells him not to. He waits until you’re gone and then walks to the bench, picking up your diary and opening it.

He doesn’t know why, he knows it’s wrong, these are your private thoughts, but he’s just drawn to it for some reason.

When he starts reading he notices you don’t mention any specific names, which makes sense because only you read it, you know who you’re writing about. He reads a page here and there, reading about your missions or lazy days. 

He reads about some memories with the team you wrote about, some he remembers and others he probably wasn’t there for, but seeing all these memories from your point of view does something to him.

It makes him feel connected to you, makes him feel like he’s reading your heart and soul, because he kind of is. Then he reads something that captures his attention completely. 

You write about eyes blue like the ocean and just as troubled, about a smile that could light up the world. You write about someone with a complicated past that never lost his spark, never lost his love for life. 

A man that went through hell, and never once took it out on the world. A man that didn’t ever blame the world, even when he had every right to, choosing instead to protect it. 

You filled pages and pages with everything you admire about this man, everything you love about him that you know he hates. 

And Bucky feels like every word you wrote, you wrote for him. But could this be him? Could he be the one you talk about in all your stories?

He wants to. He wants this to be him. He prays you’re talking about him. He wishes this could be him… Who is he kidding?

Of course it’s not me. 

It’s probably the guy you’ve been dating. Yeah, that’s it. You’re in love with that guy, that much is clear. 

Bucky gets to the page where you write about your dates with the guy, but he can’t read them.

He closes the diary, not knowing that you compared your date to Bucky every step of the way. Not knowing that you granted the guy a second date just to be sure he couldn’t compare to Bucky, and went on a third date at a coffee shop just to let him down gently.

Bucky didn’t read how you know he’s the one for you, he didn’t read his own name written in your handwriting, the only name in your whole diary because he’s the only person you never want to forget, even though you know you never will.

But Bucky didn’t read that.

He puts your diary back where it was on the bench and, with his heart broken and his hope that one day you could be his lost, he goes back inside and to his room.

It’s only when you go back to the rose garden after your shower that you notice you left your diary there, but don’t think much of it. Nobody ever comes here anyway, as far as you know.

After finding out you’re in love with someone else, Bucky can’t stop himself from acting differently towards you, which you don’t fail to notice.

It’s not like he’s mean, but your interactions get shorter, like he tries his best to end the conversation quickly.

He no longer sits close to you, no longer tries to make you laugh when you’re feeling down, doesn’t hang out with you as much during your down time and if he does, it’s never just the two of you anymore.

It’s silly to say, but you miss him.

Bucky knows he’s been distancing himself, he knows you’ve noticed and he can see it’s affecting you, but he’s doing this to protect himself.

He knows it’s only a matter of time before you present your boyfriend to the team, the man you’re in love with and he doesn’t want it to hurt more than necessary.

You decide not to push Bucky, knowing he has his reasons to pull away from you. Maybe he’s just trying to deal with all the stress the team’s been under and you don’t want to add any more to that, so you let him be.

A few weeks later the team’s on their sixth mission in just as many days and everyone is exhausted. You’ve been taking down Hydra base after Hydra base, because waiting too long meant losing your chance to shut down their operations for good before they got the opportunity to leave.

You’ve been dividing in smaller teams to take down the bases while still giving the team a chance to recuperate, but this last one was the biggest and required the whole team together, which sucked for you because you were in the last team with Steve and Bucky that took down a base just yesterday, so the three of you got barely a few hours of sleep while you flew to the last base.

You’ve cleared the base, all that’s left is the agents in the courtyard who are really going down fighting. The whole team is outside now, the Hydra agents giving you a hell of a fight. You’re using your magic against your better judgment, giant vines coming out of your arms like whips, covered in poisonous thorns. One touch of that and anyone would go down immediately, everyone except you.

Or at least that’s what you think.

As you’re fighting you can see an agent trying to sneak up on Bucky who’s fighting near you, so you quickly take care of it for him.

Bucky turns around and sees the agent down and then looks at you with that charming smile you fell in love with and winks at you. “Thank you, doll.”

That’s the friendliest Bucky’s been towards you in weeks and you can’t help but smile back with a small blush.

You can see the last agent standing coming at you from your peripheral vision and you quickly whip him with a vine, taking him down as soon as you can so you can turn back to look at Bucky, still smiling at you.

Bucky’s smile drops quickly, though, as he sees your face draining of any color. You barely have the time to register the sting of your own thorn on your arm that you’re already falling to the ground.

Bucky tries to catch you, but he gets thrown back by your magic that goes into defense mode, creating a wall of thorns to protect your now unconscious body.

The team doesn't know what to do, none of them know enough about plants to be sure that these thorns wouldn’t just kill them all.

The only one that would know that is you, the person that’s passed out, or worse, trapped in the midst of a cocoon of thorns.

“Okay, we need to find a safe way to-” Steve starts but cuts himself off almost immediately. “What are you doing?!”

Bucky doesn’t even turn around to answer, too intent on breaking the thorns around you with his metal arm, not caring that the thorns are ripping his clothes and scratching his face, all he can think about is getting to you.

He finally manages to get through to you, but nobody can follow because your magic regrows the thorns Bucky broke, trapping him with you inside the cocoon.

But Bucky doesn’t care, his eyes never leaving your face as he kneels behind you, running a finger softly along your cheek and shivering when he feels your skin is cold as ice.

His mind goes to the worst possibility, that there’s nothing he can do, but his brain gives him some hope reasoning that your magic wouldn’t be working if you were dead.

Right?

He snaps out of his thoughts when he feels the thorns around you vibrate, he takes you in his arms and shields you with his body from whatever is about to happen.

But the only thing that happens is the shade cast by the thorns gets replaced by sunlight. Bucky looks up and realizes Wanda used her magic to lift the thorn cocoon.

“You couldn’t have done that before?!” Bucky barks at Wanda with a glare while carefully picking you up to take you to the Quinjet.

“She’s not the dumbass that threw himself headfirst in a mess of thorns without even considering another course of action!” Natasha came in Wanda’s defense, though she seemed more amused at Bucky’s antics than annoyed.

As the team heads back home in the jet, Bruce examines you and lets the team know you’re still alive but in a sort of coma.

Their relief is cut short when Bruce makes it known that he has no idea when, or if, you’ll wake up.

As soon as the Quinjet lands you’re taken to the medbay and hooked up to machines, an IV in your arm to keep you hydrated.

Bucky holds your hand through it all, staying all night next to you just in case you wake up. He didn’t want you to be freaked out and alone, he wanted to be the first person to see your beautiful eyes open.

When morning comes, though, you’re still unconscious, but Bucky doesn’t lose hope. You probably need a good sleep.

That’s what he tells himself for two, three, four days.

That’s what he keeps telling himself for a week, two weeks. Never once leaving your side, not eating unless Steve brings him food and makes sure he eats before leaving, and using the bathroom of your room in the medbay.

He barely sleeps and, when he does, he dreams of you.

Everyone was getting worried about him, he refused to leave your side until one day Steve came into your room to tell Bucky there was something wrong with your rose garden.

Bucky was torn between staying with you and seeing what Steve was talking about, but decided that it would kill you if something happened to your roses so he had to make sure everything was okay when you woke up.

Because you’re going to wake up.

Bucky follows Steve to your rose garden, and his eyes widen in horror as soon as he sees it. The roses, the hedges, the vines.

Everything is dying.

Bucky’s heart breaks, only one thought in his mind. If your plants are dying, does that mean you’re slowly dying too?

No. That’s unacceptable. You’re not gonna die, not if Bucky has anything to do with it.

He takes it upon himself to take care of your garden, watering it and doing everything he can to keep the roses and vines alive, fooling himself into believing that this will keep you alive.

He stays on the gazebo day and night, sleeping on the bench, spending every waking moment trying to keep a hold of even the smallest part of you.

But it’s not enough. Nothing is enough.

Bucky loses track of how many days he’s been in your garden, sleeping maybe an hour at a time here and there, watering the roses every few hours and crying the rest of the time.

After all it’s his fault, if he hadn’t distracted you none of this would’ve happened. You’d be in your beautiful garden, probably with your boyfriend, and the only broken thing would be Bucky’s heart.

That he could’ve lived with. 

But how can he live with the knowledge that he caused your end? That he killed your light? That he killed his sunshine, his hope, the love of his life? He can’t live with that.

Not that he has to.

While Bucky’s spiraling while surrounded by dying roses, inside your room in the medbay you’re finally waking up after almost a month.

You open your eyes slowly, looking around you at the hospital-like room. There’s nobody around and, as you look at the window, you can see it’s really late at night.

You sit up and try to make sense of what happened while rubbing your eyes. The last thing you remember is Bucky’s bright smile, and then nothing.

You look down at your arm and see an IV, which you take out while frowning. How long have you been sleeping?

You carefully get off the bed and make your way outside to your rose garden, just to be sure everything’s okay. It’s not like anyone’s gonna stop you anyway.

When you get close, the moonlight shines on the hedges and you gasp at what you see. Your beautiful roses withering away, the gazebo made of vines dying too.

But the most confusing thing is the sobs coming from the bench, although no one’s sitting on it.

You get closer and see Bucky sitting in front of the bench while hugging his knees and crying softly. You frown and get a little closer before stopping, not wanting to startle him.

“Bucky…” You say quietly and his head snaps up, his eyes instantly meeting yours.

For a moment it feels like he’s trying to decide if you’re real, he reaches out and you extend your hand to take his. That seems to convince him and he gasps.

“Doll…” His voice is barely above a whisper, almost as if he thinks if he makes too much noise you’ll disappear.

“What’s wrong?” You ask him while getting a little closer to him, concern clear in your every feature.

It’s only when you get closer that you see his face full of cuts and you frown. Those are not just any scratches, it’s clear to you that they were made by thorns. “D-did… Did I do this to you?” 

You’re kneeling in front of him now, one hand still in his one the other comes up to trace the cuts in his face softly, but he takes your hand in his and kisses your palm.

“I’m okay…” He reassures you.

Just then he realizes, you’re fussing over him when you’re the one that’s been in a coma for a month. “Are you okay? How long have you been awake?” 

“I… I just woke up.” You tell him honestly, then look around at the dying roses and vines before looking back at him. “What happened to me?”

“You got stung by one of your poisonous thorns.” He says quietly, his thumbs rubbing circles on your skin while he refuses to let go of you. “You’ve been unconscious for almost a month.”

“A month?!” You’re shocked at the news, not knowing what to say or do, so you just stay there while letting the information sink in. The silence is broken by Bucky after a minute.

“I’m sorry about your roses… I tried to keep them alive, but…” He looks around with a hopeless expression. “I failed you.”

Your heart breaks a little. Does he really think he failed you?

You take a deep breath, then close your eyes and when you open them again a second later everything’s back to normal. The roses are as beautiful as ever, the gazebo just as majestic. It’s like nothing ever happened.

Bucky looks around in awe when he feels you take his chin and you make him look at you.

“You could never fail me.” You say firmly, wanting him to understand you mean it. You look at the cuts around his face and you can’t help the guilt and pain that you feel deep within you. “I’m sorry…”

“It wasn’t your fault.” It’s like Bucky can read your thoughts, he knows all you can see are your faults, and he wants you to know he doesn’t blame you for anything. “You weren’t even conscious. You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“I never wanted to be one of the people that hurt you…” Your voice is a whisper as a tear escapes you. “The world hurt you so much already… I never wanted to be part of that. You don’t deserve it.”

Bucky frowns. He feels like he’s heard those words, but where? No, he didn’t hear them. He read them. He read them in your diary, where you wrote about the man you’re in love with. Could it be possible?

Could I be him?

“It’s me…” He says lower than a whisper, his eyes locked on yours, and it’s your time to be confused now.

“What?” You ask him with a frown while wiping your cheeks.

“It’s me you’re in love with.” His voice is a little louder, but firm. He’s not asking you, he’s making a statement.

Your eyes widen in surprise, you almost take your hands away from his but his hold prevents you from doing that.

“I-I… What?” Is all you can bring yourself to say, confused as to why he’s so sure of it. Are you really that transparent?

“I read your diary…” Bucky says, guilt written all over his face, but at least he’s owning up to it. “You wrote about the man you love… and you wrote the same thing you just told me. It’s me, isn’t it? You love me back?” His voice is more hopeful now, his confident demeanor weavering.

“You… You read my diary?” You say, your mind still playing catch up.

It’s only a moment later that you register the ‘love me back’ and you don’t give him a chance to apologize or justify himself before you’re speaking again. “You love me?!” 

Bucky hesitates a moment but nods firmly. “I love you, doll. I’ve loved you since the moment I met you.” 

You feel like someone punched you and all the air has left your body. You have no idea what to say, so you don’t say anything.

Instead you lean in and kiss him.

Bucky wastes no time kissing you back, but a thought pops into his mind and he reluctantly pulls back. “What about your boyfriend?”

“Boyfriend?” You frown again, having no idea what he’s talking about. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“You don’t?” Bucky feels like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders and he pulls you to straddle him. “What about the guy you went on a few dates with?”

You narrow your eyes at him but decide to table the conversation about how he knows that for another time, so you smile at him and decide to just be honest with him.

“Do you honestly think that anyone could ever measure up to you? Because if you do, you’re an idiot.” Bucky grins and kisses you again. 

Maybe he is an idiot. But when he’s the idiot you’re in love with, how much of an idiot can he really be?

It looks like he can be him after all.

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Loki's Silent Sentry (Part 4)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

Pairing: Loki x female reader (ofc)

Summary: You are not just a soldier in Asgard's Royal Army, you are Lieutenant Y/L/N, Prince Loki's personal guard, his sentry and you are not supposed to fall in love with him. If you followed your training properly, you should never have even spoken to him. As a sentry, you are expected to remain silent and invisible as you shadow your appointed member of the royal family or member of the court protectively throughout their daily tasks.

Rumors (that happen to be true) begin to circulate through the palace that you serve the younger prince of Asgard both outside and inside his chambers. There is little you can do once word of your off duty activities spread through every maid, cook, gardener and seamstress in the palace. You soon find even the soldiers in your own company are now questioning how exactly you had come to earn your seemingly quick rise to lieutenant.

As the annual Winter Solstice Ball approaches, you come to the heartbreaking realization that your relationship with Loki must come to an end if you are both to fulfill your duties.

Warnings: Angst, arguing, Thor trying to be a better brother, Odin being a terrible father... I lied about the fluff... it's not in this part lol but it's coming I swear 💚 I know this part is short but it was getting way too long so I keep breaking it up

"No! He can't do this," you think angrily. Your mind is spinning and your heart races. How could he take this away from his own son.

"You dare to tell me what I can and can not do!?" the king asks in a booming voice and you suddenly freeze.

You look at Loki, his eyes filled with fear and realize you didn't think that, you said it out loud. Odin slowly takes a step forward and you fight the urge to turn and run.

The only sounds you can hear in the crowded room are Odin's heavy footsteps as he decends the stairs and the pounding of your heart. Loki slips his hand free from yours as his father comes closer, he moves to stand in front of you protectively. It does nothing to stop the king, however, his eyes are fixed on you.

The king glares at you and says, "This does not concern you."

You don't know what gives you the strength or courage but you find yourself taking a step forward so you are next to Loki. He glances at you and you can tell he is obviously worried but you stand tall in front of the king and the whole council. You take Loki's hand again and answer Odin, "This concerns me because your ruling effects Loki's future and I care about him, unlike you or would seem."

Loki pulls you closer to him and further from his father but neither of you back away from the king.

"It is now becoming even clearer why we need to update the marriage law," Odin states, looking at the members of the council. He looks directly at Loki, "The prince does not understand his duty to this kingdom and that marriage is not to be taken lightly." Then he looks at you, "And you do not know your place."

"My place is with your son," you tell him.

"And my place is with Y/N," Loki adds in agreement.

A council member to your right says, "Prince Loki, you may think your place is with this soldier but you have a responsibility to follow the king's orders, as do we all."

You feel your chest tighten, you already know the answer to that question. You had spent many nights wondering if you were good enough for Loki.

"Is this really about my obligations as a prince?" he asks the council, "Or do you simply not think Y/N is worthy of my hand in marriage?"

"Lieutenant is barely an officer," an older woman says.

"If we take into account her family's years of service and the ranks they reached, we can easily assume she will at least rise to major like her parents before her," a younger man counters.

"Not for many, many years," another man responds.

"The law only states that a soldier must be a captain, that's clearly an obtainable rank," a woman you barely recognize defends you.

"But she is not yet a captain," someone argues. The chatter and disagreements begin to mix together and become louder as each person fights to have their opinion heard.

You keep your hand in Loki's, holding onto him to keep your bearings as you try to follow the numerous conversations. He squeezes your hand gently and you look up at him. He tries to give you a reassuring smile but you can clearly see he is as nervous as you are. None of this has gone the way he had planned and you are both terrified of what could happen.

"Enough of this!" Odin raises his voice, causing the room to go quiet in an instant. "I have made my decision."

"Father, please. Don't do this to us," Loki begs his father but the king seems unphased by how much he is hurting his son.

"Your highness-" you start but can't finish your thought.

"One more word from you..." he threatens and you become quiet, moving closer to Loki.

The queen moves forward, you had almost forgotten she was in the throne room as she sat quietly and observed the arguments. You and Loki both look at her with a mixture of hope and desperation. Is she going to overrule the king as she had when he wanted to send you away? Does she have a clever suggestion to keep you together? Is she going to agree with her husband? Your mind races as you wait for her to speak.

"I wish to hear what Lieutenant Y/L/N has to say," she says calmly.

Odin turns to look at his wife and something in his demeanor changes. You can't tell if he loves his wife but you can see he respects her enough to not challenge her in front of the council. He looks back at you and waves his hand slightly, "Very well, but these will be your final words in my presence."

You swallow hard and Loki squeezes your hand again to make sure you know you have his support.

"I love Asgard and I have dedicated my life to serving the crown and this kingdom," you begin, unsure of where you are going. "I admit, I am at a loss to discover that this means little to you. I have fought to protect the Bifrost, I have shed blood defending our outposts, I am willing to die in place of the royal family as a sworn sentry. Does this truly make me less worthy of marrying Loki than a woman who was born into one of the council families purly by chance?"

The members of the council begin to whisper again, discussing the question you posed but your attention turns to Loki. You keep your eyes locked on his and tell him, "I don't know what will happen but I need you to know that I will never stop loving you, even if they pull us apart."

"I will never let them take you from me, I promise," he says and you believe him with your whole heart.

The queen nods when you look back towards her but she looks heartbroken for her son and you fear she won't interfere again.

"Now, let us put this nonsense behind us and-" the king begins.

"Wait," Thor interrupts him as gasps spread through the crowd. Now it is Thor who approaches the edge of the throne. Odin glares at his oldest son but says nothing, allowing him to continue.

"I think it would be wise to explain why you truly want to disregard the existing law," he says.

"I have made my opinion on the matter perfectly clear and above all else, it is simply outdated," Odin answers but you can tell the council members are not sure that is the whole truth.

"If you do not tell them," Thor threatens calmly, "I will."

"What are you talking about brother?" Loki asks, his voice full of confusion.

Before Thor can respond, Odin says, "You will do no such thing."

Thor pauses for a moment as if weighting the pros and cons of disobeying his father and you hold your breath while he decides. He avoids Odin's stare and looks at you and Loki. "Loki," he starts.

"Stop this now," Odin commands.

Thor doesn't stop, "We knew about this law, we have for years."

"What?" Loki takes a small step back in shock. "You knew and you said nothing? Even after you knew how I felt about Y/N?"

"Yes but there was nothing to be done," his brother explains. "Even if I had told you, you would still never be allowed to marry her."

"Why not? Why are we being punished?" Loki asks desperately looking from his brother to his father and back at Thor.

"You are not being punished, you are being used as a pawn," Thor says, looking down as if he is ashamed to admit the truth. The queen looks to Odin, her eyes full of questions. The council begins to whisper again as they attempt to figure out if anyone knows what Thor is referring to.

"A pawn," Loki repeats, his eyes unfocused as he stares at the floor. You hold him tightly, hoping to bring his attention back to you.

"Everyone out!" Odin orders the council to clear the throne room but no one moves.

"What is Prince Thor saying?" one person asks. "A pawn in what game?" asks another. Dozens of questions fly through the air until Loki finally looks up again.

"Brother," he says and the room goes silent. "Please, tell me what you mean? That I am to be used?"

"I'm sorry Loki," he says and your heart pounds faster. "You can't marry Y/N, because you have been promised to another."

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[jordanmoreau]

Nothing In Particular

limoreau au; → in which two strangers come to understand one another as friends and (perhaps) as something more♡ 1,6k words

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“Can you not be a jack ass for like, 5 minutes?” Marie grumbles weakly, her slender fingers lazily stirring the spoon that sat in her half drunken coffee. It must have been almost cold by now, the foam now separated and sad.

Her eyes never strayed from the window opposite where her and Emma sat, watching absentmindedly as leaves swayed and danced down from the trees above. Her friend snorted lightly next to her, nudging Marie’s leg with her foot jovially.

“C’mon, can’t you take a joke? she chirps. Her notes are left forgotten in front of her, half of them threatening to fall off on top the slabbed floor. They were barely legible due to the excessive highlighter however Emma insisted she could read them perfectly. Marie didn’t believe her.

“If you're interested in them, why don’t you just go over and say hi?” she says, as though its as easy as that. She begins scrunching up her face when Marie protests, “they’re not going to bite your head off, top ten or not”.

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Emma was referring to a certain bi gender student that now occupied the furthermost booth inside the tiny cafe they had begun to frequent since the beginning of the semester.

It was a few weeks before that Marie had decided to give the new spot a try. She had sighed shakily to herself before entering, bracing herself for the certain conversation at the counter. The bell above the door chimes as she opens the door and it startles her a little. Did she always have to be so on edge, she thinks.

She orders at the counter with ease (a chai oat latte, extra cinnamon). Whilst waiting she leans against the counter, hugging her self tightly from inside her jacket.

Her head turns as she studies her surroundings curiously. It’s quiet apart from one other person, their mass of dark curls falling across their forehead as they bowed their head, clearing immersed in whatever they were reading. A pair of round wire rim glasses sit on the table in front of them along with a small pouch of pens and a stack of textbooks. Marie can make out 'Hero Ethics' in bold on the side of one of them, the rest of the words escaping her vision.

As if feeling eyes on them, the strangers head suddenly shifts, wet brown eyes coming into view as they peer upward. Marie's cheeks feel hot and she hurriedly turns away, feeling caught and almost knocks her order off the counter with her arm. She pulls her bag higher up on shoulder with a grimace and picks up her drink. A beeline for the nearest window table, she doesn't look back over for fear of making eye contact.

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Over the next few visits Marie catches herself looking for the stranger in the corner. Her bottom lip snagged subconsciously between her teeth and a ridiculous amount of caffeine under her belt.

The stranger never looked the same twice in one week, she realized. On one day she’d entered to find them leaning back nonchalantly, legs spread in a comfortable manner. One hand held a book with ease, the other playing with their hair. It was short, slightly wavy and swept back off their face. A necklace that hung around there neck was balancing against their lip as though placed there as they read and a jacket was draped across their broad shoulders.

The next week, she almost missed them. Marie could tell it was the same person instinctively, the same blue jacket slung over the back of the booth and a sleek curtain of raven black hair falling against their cheeks in a little bob. She watched intently as the stranger pouted softly, pausing their note taking and reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind their ear. They seemed to think for a while, twirling their pen between their fingers before returning to the page.

Marie liked the way their hair sat prettily around their face, the way their shoulders tensed slightly or when they chewed absentmindedly on their pen.

She didn’t know what was so magnetic about this stranger; maybe it was nothing in particular.

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It was the day before last that Marie had chosen to peek at the stranger again, only tilting her head slightly and peering through her eyelashes. Her heart faltered though when she realized they had met her gaze. This caused her mouth to run dry and she felt a pang of panic rise in her stomach.

Their head tilted slightly to one side almost cat-like, the corners of their mouth twitching almost like a smile was threatening to break through. Marie silently cursed herself for being so nosy and decided to concentrate on her work, head ducking down. She almost dove head long into her latte in an attempt to seem busy, the cinnamon causing her to cough lamely as she inhaled it.

By the end of her study session (Marie had persevered, very bravely she thought) she had completed a few pages of work for her intro to Hero Ethics class. She blows on the pages from a short distance, hoping to hurry along the ink drying. The bell above the door chimes behind her and she flinches only to notice that the booth in the corner was now empty.

“Chai latte, extra cinnamon?” the server appears at her table, cradling a cup and saucer. Marie frowns with confusion, finger tips tapping her empty cup.

“I didn’t order anything, I’m sorry,” she says, to which the server shakes the head.

“It’s been paid for,” they say, gently setting it down. Marie freezes for a second at that before thanking the server. She tries to push away the butterflies in her stomach, giving the cafe one last scan before returning to her notes.

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“It must’ve been them!” Emma says loudly. Marie’s gives her a tight lipped expression in return, causing Emma to roll her eyes with a playful grin.

“You know I could introduce you,”

Marie almost gets whiplash from how quickly her head snaps up at that. “You know them?” she whispers, almost afraid of them hearing her from across the room.

Emma mumbles something incoherent, gesturing with her fingers.

“Vaguely,” Marie scoffs at that. Emma throws her a look of indignation. “I do!”.

Emma knew of them. She recognized their face from the rankings board, nearly tackling Marie when she told her about the 'mysterious booth stranger' with the unreadable demeanor.

Today, the stranger was hunched over their table with their head down. Marie assumed that they were writing something urgent, a paper perhaps. They had barely looked up, hand gliding over each page without stopping.

Marie hadn’t looked over hardly at all that day, bringing Emma along for a good distraction. Besides, the girl was always a good friend to have around. Unfortunately she also had a habit of never letting anything go. Marie swallows.

“Do you have a pen I can borrow?”

Marie’s trance is broken, the gentle cadence new and almost musical. It was the stranger from the booth. They were in their male form, expression controlled and brows knitted together. Marie couldn’t help but stare for a moment, mouth slightly ajar before Emma interjected.

“Marie has one, don’t you Marie?” Emma says, intentionally pushing her own pencil case toward Marie with the end of her pencil. The stranger looks to Emma for a moment before focusing back on Marie.

“Yeah?” they ask, their hip grazing the table as they step closer. Marie, finally snapping out of her momentary daze, pushes the pen in her hand toward them. Their eyes follow Marie’s movement, flitting between the pen and her face.

Marie gives them a tight lipped smile, inwardly urging them to leave. She can’t take the awkwardness she’s exuding. However the stranger suddenly smiles, a small lovely smile. She notices the dimples that appear as they smile wider and her pulse jumps at the sight.

“Thank you, Marie” they say, waving the pen as if to indicate they were taking it. They don’t move for a second, a moment of silence falling across the trio. Emma pretends to clear her throat, leaning across the table.

“And you are…” she asks, her face contorted comically as though she has a lot riding on the answer. Marie felt like she at least, did.

The stranger half smiles again, scratching the back of their head.

“Uhh, Jordan?”they offer, almost posing it as a question. Emma grins, clearly pleased with herself.

“Emma,” she says, using two thumbs to point at herself, “and this is Marie, obviously”

It’s then with a pang of embarrassment that Marie realises Jordan’s eyes haven’t left her face since Emma began talking.

Jordan nods at her and Marie wonders if they’re usually this shy. Emma coughs again as if to alert Marie, eyeing the two exasperatedly.

Jordan smiles again awkwardly, mumbling something about “seeing them around” and wonders off back to their table, pen in hand. Emma smacks her hands dramatically on the table to which Marie jumps. Emma expression screams “are you kidding me” as she jabs a finger at a retreating Jordan.

“Stop,” Marie hisses desperately. Jordan finds their way back to their table, leaning down to test the pen on a loose bit of paper. Presumably pleased, they sit back down. Marie wants to scream at herself. She rubs her face roughly, frustrated.

"Hero Ethics, right?" a voice calls. It's Jordan, leaning across their table with their textbook presented toward Marie. She can read it more clearly now and she realizes that Jordan must be the year above her, maybe even a senior.

Marie nods slowly. She blinks and Jordan's half way across the room already, rounding her table before she can utter an audible response. A folder in hand, Jordan offers it to her. "First year notes," they explain. With a shaky hand, Marie takes them. She smiles, her first proper smile in their presence and meets their gaze.

"Thanks," she says, trying to keep her voice steady. Jordan shrugs coolly.

"Least I can do, freshman".

// authors note: did someone say, slow burn?? I am fairly rusty at writing like this so this was a little daunting to start however I hope this reads well. If this does well, I'll begin writing a part two soon! <3 trust me the study partners will be partnering eventually.

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[boxofbonesfic]

Title: Due Diligence

Pairing: Minotaur!Thor x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Monsterfucking, Size-Kink, Minors DNI!

a/n: i’m coming back to re-claim my title as “Queen of the Monsterfuckers” 🫣 “Dóron mou” means “my gift”. please enjoy! divider by @firefly-graphics

As you stare breathlessly up into the dark you wonder briefly if you are awake, or if this too is a dream. Above you, the gems embedded in the distant cavern roof wink like stars. The greedy sound of your lover between your legs brings you crashing back down into your body, his thick, calloused fingers digging into the meat of your hips.

“Watch, dóron mou,” Thor mumbles against you, dragging his wide, flat tongue through your slick folds. He repeats himself firmly. “Watch.” His massive palms span almost the length of your thighs, and he kneads them possessively, cutting his eyes at you from between your legs.

You force yourself to focus on him, dragging your bleary, tear filled eyes down to his.As a reward, Thor rolls your swollen, overstimulated nub between his teeth. You squeal in response, bucking agains his face.

“Good.”

One hand scrabbles for purchase on the stone ledge beneath you, the other sinking into his soft blond hair. You rock against him, unable to help yourself as he chuckles.

“My greedy little present,” he hums, and you feel his lips curve as he laps again at your clit. “Greedy…” he trails off as you whine, your thighs tighten around his head. You card your fingers through his sandy hair, gripping his horns with both hands as you rock against his face.

Slowly, he lowers you back down to the ledge, cradling you like a doll against his massive chest. He dwarfs you easily, looming over your limp body as he inspects the sticky mess between your thighs.

You twitch and mewl when he drags his fingers through your sloppy cunt, and he hums softly, a smile curling at the edges of his mouth.

“Th-Thor,” you hiccough his name pathetically as he cups your chin, drawing his thumb across your trembling lower lip.

“What is it, Pet?” He asks, his blue eyes deceptively soft as he swirls his fingers around your clit. “Tell me.”

“P-please, I w-want—” You stumble over them clumsily, the words sticking together on your tongue.

“Oh dóron mou,” Thor croons, stamping one hoof against the stone in anticipation. “I know what it is you want.” You squeal as he presses against you, the thick, leaking head of his cock pressing hungrily into your belly. Though you have seen it before, you cannot help but peek down at the space between your bodies.

His torso is that of a man, still—mostly, the downy brown fur that covers his legs beginning just below his navel, growing thickly between his powerful thighs. His cock springs frol a dark tuft of fur, so thick around the base you couldn’t touch your thumb to your forefinger—something you had learned from experience.

A tremor of anticipation passes through you, and Thor’s nostrils flare.

“Come, my little gift. Let me feel you.” With one massive hand on your belly, Thor positions himself between your thighs, spreading them wide to accommodate the size of his hips. He presses himself against your cunt, groaning softly as he drags himself back and forth through your sticky folds. The head of his cock presses hard against your clit, and still more stars burst in front of your lidded eyes.

“So wet for me,” he murmurs, his hips bucking as his eyes go wide with pleasure. His hands tighten around your hips as he moves against you. “I wonder…”

You are not left without explanation for long, gasping as his cock presses against your entrance. You gape up at him, wide eyed as he begins to press forward. The burning stretch of his entry brings tears to your eyes. They track down your cheeks as you gurgle up at him, drawing red lines down his chest and with your nails.

You’re so full you’re drowning in him, gasping for breath as the tide of sensation drags you under. It’s so sharp it borders on pain, the pleasure tearing up your spine to burst over your skin in waves. Thor leans over you to stroke at your sweaty face with gentle fingers, his own eyes fever bright as he grins down at you smugly.

“I told you we would fit, Pet.” He swallows your breathless gasp of pleasure eagerly, and you taste yourself on his lips. “It just took a little… diligence.”

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[terry-perry]

Loki Introducing Sylvie To His Siblings...

Y/N: It's so nice to meet you! I've always wanted a sister! Thor: Really? Why? Y/N: ...I love you too, Thor. Loki: Really? Why?

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[messedupfan]

Chapter 14

Summary: It's the new year! There's a new development in Reader and Wanda's friendship. Jean and Anna have a very important question for reader. And Rachel witnesses something special.

A/n: Hellllloooooo!! I hope y'all are having a good day. Anyone watch Love is Blind? Every season upsets me more than the last. Anyway, comment, like, reblog, and enjoy!

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By the time you stopped staying with Wanda, the pillow wall ceased to exist. The pair of you were comfortable enough to share the space together on the bed and not overthink it. At least that's what you told each other to be able to hold one another at night. On the Sunday that Vision was meant to come for the boys, he called Wanda early in the morning. You were confused and exhausted when you accidentally picked up the phone. Your eyes went wide when you realized that you answered the wrong phone. You quickly put it on mute and woke Wanda up. She had to put on a fake voice to try and match yours. It was a hilarious attempt and she had to hit you to get you to laugh quietly. You just climbed out of bed to use the restroom. 

When you came back, Wanda had her face in her hands. You rejoined her on the bed and she leaned against you once you were settled in. “Vision extended his trip. He said he'll pick them up next Sunday. Which, I'm okay with having them longer. Of course. I love them and I mean, they love you and Rachel so I'm sure that a part of them will be okay with it. But,” she shut her eyes and shook her head as you put your arm around her. “They're going to be so disappointed. I don't even know what I can say? What do you say to a kid when their dad would rather spend the holidays with his new family?” 

You frowned as you rubbed her arm. Even though you knew the question was rhetorical, you felt inclined to answer because you've been that kid before. “My mom wouldn't tell me. She wouldn't even make an excuse on his behalf. She would just distract me with so much fun that I wouldn't even know how long it was until I finally did see my dad.” 

“Do you think that will work?” She rubbed her finger under her nose. You laughed lightly as you shook your head. 

“No, definitely not. Those kids are too smart for that. But, I think I do know something that might work,” you began to remind her of the night before when the boys were bummed by the idea that they had to go with their father because they wanted to stay and have fun with Rachel. “Just say that you asked Vision to let you have the boys a little bit longer and he agreed to let them stay until school starts again.” 

And she took your advice, while you were in the shower, she went to the boys room and told them exactly what you suggested. They were so happy and they hugged her so tight she almost felt guilty lying to them. One of the hardest lessons she learned about being a parent was accepting that she did in fact have to lie to her children on occasion. She already had to tell them that she asked to have Christmas with them and they accepted that because Rachel was still in the hospital at the time and they knew their dad wouldn't take them to visit her. They were confused when they spent time with their dad's side of the family and he wasn't there but they had so much fun with their uncle Tony that it didn't matter. He chased them around and wrestled with them when Vision would have yelled at them for running and he would have punished them for playing around so much. 

The twins loved their dad but they didn't miss him. 

Wanda hosted a New Year’s Eve party that included her mom, the Starks, her brother and his family, plus her friends. You got to invite your friends, Steve and his partner Peggy, the new guy on the job site Thor, and Darcy. A girl you met on a dating app one time and the two of you decided to be friends after. It was rare for her to be in town because she is a political science major who is interning for doctor Jane Foster while she worked on getting her own doctorate. The internship had her traveling a lot. She brought Jane with her because she claimed that the woman was a shut-in. But with the way she almost instantly gravitated to Thor, you couldn't tell. 

You also invited Bucky, another work friend, and he brought a girl he'd started seeing a couple of months prior. A woman named Natasha. When she entered the house she appeared to be on edge. So did Wanda at first, you figured you'd have to ask her about it when you got the chance. After a bit, they both relaxed. 

Of course, Anna and Jean were in attendance as well. They kept wanting to tease you about co-hosting but with so many of your co-workers and your boss being there, they let it slide. You acted as a guest and the kids knew not to mention the living arrangement. 

“So, who are you kissing at midnight?” Darcy asks as she joins you outside on the patio. You needed a break from the party and it was a nice night despite the low temperature. “Me or the hostess?” She smirks then takes a sip from her blue disposable cup. 

You shake your head as you drink from your cup. “I’m not kissing anyone at midnight.” The kids were all in the boys room and you’d hate for them to run down the stairs and confuse them because you and Wanda kissed. They were already confused because one of the nights, Billy came running in from having a nightmare and caught you in the bed. Up until then, you and Wanda were telling them that you were sleeping on the couch. You got away with telling Billy that you also had a nightmare and he seemed to have bought the excuse as he climbed in and created space between you and Wanda so that he could snuggle with his mom. 

“Oh come on, that’s no fun,” Darcy nudges you. “Tell you what, I’ll kiss Agatha so you’ll have to kiss Wanda.” 

You narrow your eyes, “You just want to kiss Agatha.” 

She made a face as she laughed, “No, I just want you to kiss Wanda.”

“How much money is involved,” you ask, knowing the people that are inside. Darcy tries to deny that there’s a bet circulating around the party and eventually gives up. You look inside of the house through the windows on the doors and watch Wanda laugh as something her sister-in-law says. Things weren’t complicated with her but you were constantly afraid that they would become complicated. “I’m not kissing her so that you and whoever else is involved can win a bet.”

“Pietro was the one who started it so,” she takes another drink, “do you really want your boss to lose.” The look she gives you confirms your unspoken question of which side of the bet Pietro was on. You couldn’t believe that he bet that you would kiss his sister at midnight. You shake your head again and finish what’s left in your cup. 

“I need another drink,” you say as you get up from your seat and walk inside. Instead of refilling your cup, you toss it into the trash. Your eyes keep finding Wanda in the small crowd as you move about the gathering talking with the different people there. You liked getting to know Tony Stark but her laugh kept grabbing your attention. One of the times she catches your gaze and mouths a hello with a cute smile. You smile back and mouth, “Hey.” 

As it got closer to the countdown to midnight, you walked upstairs to check on the kids. All of them had made themselves comfortable either on a bed or on the floor. Luna and Rachel have taken the beds, the twins and Agatha’s son are on the floor. The tv was left playing a movie and you carefully turn it off since all of them are asleep. You put blankets over the three boys and tuck the girls into the beds a bit more. You don’t realize that Wanda is watching you until you look up to leave the room. You smile as you stand in the room of sleeping children and strategically step around them to avoid waking them up. 

You leave the door open a crack once you step out into the hallway, “I can move the girls out of the room in a little bit.” You whisper as you step closer to her. “I’m buzzed right now and would hate to drop any of them,” the truth is, you’d hate to wake any of them right now. 

Wanda looks at you with admiration as she continues to smile, “It’s okay. I think they’ll be fine for the night. I um, I actually wanted to warn you about something.” 

“There’s a bet on whether or not we’ll kiss tonight?” Wanda nods to confirm that’s what she was going to talk to you about. “What do you think about it?” 

She shrugs, “I think if we do, it wouldn’t be a big deal. It’s not like we haven’t before.” You nod. 

“But?” You anticipate. 

“But, I don’t want my brother to win,” she says mischievously. “Have you heard what side he’s on?” She asks and this might be the only time in your life that you don’t regret lying when you shake your head. The two of you walk down the stairs as you hear everyone counting down. 

“How are the kiddos?” Pietro asks as the countdown continues. 

“They’re all knocked out,” you inform him. He nods and is pulled in closer by his wife as they get to ten. You look around to find Jane and Thor gazing at one another, nine. Tony and his fiance, Pepper are holding each other close, eight. Agatha and Darcy each have an arm around each other's necks as they both face the television, seven. Mrs. Maximoff is sitting on the sofa with a big grin as she counts down, six. Howard is next to her with his head tilted back as he snores loudly and his wife Maria is next to him counting with a martini glass in her hand, five. Carol is kissing Val each second that is announced, four. Natasha is sitting on Bucky’s lap while he sits on the recliner with her arm around his neck and his around her waist, three.  Jean and Anna pull each other closer as they prepare to end the count down, two. That leaves you standing close to Wanda, one. 

“Happy New Year!” Everyone cheers as the countdown on the television concludes and they each exchange a kiss with their partners. You keep your hands yourself as you give Wanda an innocent chaste kiss on the lips. It’s quick, you’re not sure if anyone caught it. She smiles as she moves closer to her mom and kisses her on the cheek as she wishes her a happy new year. 

“Awe boo!” Darcy says as she digs for cash out of her pockets. The others that bet on you and Wanda sharing a kiss toss their money in the decorative bowl at the center of the coffee table. You wink at Wanda as Pietro shakes his head and puts money in the bowl. Wanda’s eyes widen ever so slightly before she continues to play dumb about the bet. The both of you fake being upset and make it clear that whatever is between the two of you is purely platonic. 

From the top of the stairs, Rachel hobbles back to Tommy and Billy’s room to hide the fact that she saw the whole thing. 

When Sunday comes back around, you get up early to get packed. School starts again on Monday so that meant you and Rachel didn’t need to stay with Wanda anymore. It sucks because you wish that you could have an excuse to be here longer but seeing as none of the kids will be in the house in the upcoming week, there isn’t a reason for you to stay. 

You hug the boys and thank them for being so helpful with Rachel as you say goodbye. They each give you a tight hug before running off to get ready for their dad to pick them up. Wanda called him early to confirm that he will be here for them in the afternoon. He sounded annoyed and convinced her to drop them off at his house since he was recovering from his trip. 

Wanda pulls you into a warm embrace to say goodbye for the time being. You’ve had to resist kissing her the entire week. You wished that you hadn’t done it on New Year’s Eve. She didn’t make it easy either. Too many times the two of you ended up too close to each other. Wanda was getting frustrated that you weren’t getting the signals that she wanted something more from you. 

When the pair of you pull back from this hug, you and Wanda hold eye contact for a moment. Both of you are considering leaning towards each other. That is, until Tommy and Billy start shouting at each other. Wanda sighs and steps out of your arms. “I’ll text you later,” you say as you grab your bag to take to the car. Rachel and her bags are already in your truck. 

You help your daughter out of the truck when you arrive at her mom's house and you only take one of her bags inside since you need to keep the rest at your apartment. Jean and Anna give you weird looks when you're inside and you're curious as to why but you don't question it. “I'll see you guys next Sunday,” you say as you're about to leave. 

“Hold on,” Anna says as she grabs your arm to stop you. “Can you um…” her words seem to fail her. 

“Do you mind staying for tea,” Jean finishes for her. You look between the two of them and notice that something is up with them. You fear that they're about to tell you that their marriage is over so you nod and allow Jean to drag you over to the living room. “So, we wanted to thank you for giving us some extra time to ourselves.” 

“Okay,” you drag out as you eye her carefully. “What's going on?” 

Jean gives you a nervous smile, “Just wait for the tea. Okay?” You nod and sit quietly. There's an awkward tension looming in the atmosphere. You were worried about what they're going to tell you and they are nervous to ask you something very important to them. 

Anna comes in with a tray of three steaming mugs a few minutes later. “You haven't asked them yet, right?” Jean shakes her head as she waits for her wife to get settled. You accept your cup of tea with a close mouth smile and nod. 

“Okay,” Jean starts as she sets her mug down. “Anna and I were wondering if you'd consider making another baby,” you’re about to laugh considering you just went through a break up, “with me?” She concludes. You spit your tea out at the absurd question. “I should have waited for you to swallow,” Jean says as she gets up to grab a dish towel to clean up the mess but Anna pulls her back down. 

“Are you crazy?” You ask as you set the tea back onto the tray. “You tell me that you can barely afford Rachel and you want to add a newborn to your expenses?” You shout in a whisper. You don't want Rachel to get curious and walk in and get excited about having another sibling. 

“Listen, we talked about that. With the budgets the three of us have come up with-” 

“And the GoFundMe!” Anna chimes in. 

“Yes, and the GoFundMe that we set-up for the medical bills, I think we'll be able to get that covered. And it takes nine months to make the baby. Anna and I can get to a better place financially in nine months,” Jean explains. 

“Can you?” You nearly shout out loud. “Look, it's not just nine months of you growing a person. It's doctors appointments, it's prenatal vitamins, it's baby clothes and toys and furniture. We got rid of all that stuff a long time ago. It's not like you have hand-me-downs.” With your pointer finger, you tap the fingers on your other hand as you list the reasons. “Not to mention how expensive IVF can be.” 

Jean and Anna share a look, “We weren't thinking about doing this through IVF. It's safer and more cost efficient to go the more natural route.” Anna is the one to suggest this. 

You stick your neck out and slowly blink as you widen your eyes. You cannot believe what you're hearing. “You really just suggested that I fuck your wife?” 

“You don't have to be so crude about it,” Anna chides. “I plan on being present and it wouldn't be wrong for you to fornicate with my wife. It's purely for reproductive purposes.” You cringe at the medical terms she uses to describe the act she is asking of you. It makes you want to throw up. “I don't understand what is so difficult about it, you've done it with her before.” 

You slowly close your hands into fists, not because you intend to use them but because air was the only thing you could grasp without hurting yourself. “I was in love, we were in love. Rachel was created from love.” 

“And this baby would be too,” Jean argues. “We care deeply about each other, Y/n.” She tries to take one of your hands in hers but you recoil, disgusted by the touch you once found comforting. 

You shake your head, “That's not the same and you know it.” You take a few breaths to calm down before you get too worked up and as your mind clears from the shock, you are able to come up with a reasonable argument. “You two might be ready to have another kid, but I'm not ready. I can't take that on financially or even emotionally right now. Besides, there is so much that happens during their first few developing years that I wouldn't want to miss when passing them back and forth.” They share another look and you already know they've thought about a crazy solution to that. You're starting to think you should just leave. 

“Well, we were thinking that you don't have any parental rights to this one. So that we can have a kid that's ours full time. We really want a baby that we can raise together that's just ours and we chose you to help us with that.” You scowl at this, they're actually asking you to not be present in the life of a child that you're supposed to help bring into this world. You couldn't believe it. “If you think about it, we can't have kids on our own and I really want Rachel to have a sibling that comes from both of us. You've said it yourself, half siblings aren't the sa-” 

“Don’t even. I was a kid when I said that! I would never say that now. I love Kate,” you interrupt. “She is my sister.” 

“Okay, fine, whatever. You still felt that way at one point,” Jean snaps, annoyed by your lack of support. “You can go off and have as many kids as you want with whoever you want. We only have so much time to do this and we used to talk about having another kid.” Jean tries hard to convince you that this is a good idea but it only sounds more and more bizarre. 

“When we were together,” you remind her as if she was an idiot. At this point, you're starting to wonder. “Those plans disappeared the second we signed the divorce papers.” You look between the women that you have tried again and again to support and defend. When Jean introduced Anna to her parents, they weren't accepting of the relationship at all. It took you the better part of a year to get her parents to tolerate the relationship. They still held out hope that you and their daughter would reunite at some point. They knew a few couples that split up only to marry each other again a few years later. Then came the wedding last February, Jean's family didn't want to attend because they didn't want to believe it was happening. You made sure they came. 

Now here they are, asking more out of you. With what return? What do you get out of this other than a few traumatic nights and a child you won't be allowed to raise but know is part of you? Then you think about Rachel and how when she would play with her baby dolls, they weren't ever her children. They were her siblings. You've had many talks with her in the past about why she doesn't have any siblings and she has expressed how she doesn't want to be an only child. You put your face in your hands as you realize that she's already ten and she'll be eleven soon enough. You had thought your eight year age gap between you and Kate was pretty big, and when you thought about having kids you always saw yourself having kids with small age gaps. That was until you had Rachel at seventeen. 

“We're not expecting an answer now,” Jean finally says. “Just please, consider it before you say no.” 

You sigh as you can't believe that you're actually going to think this over. “Okay,” you rise and walk out of the house. You drive to the nearest liquor store, the one you met Wanda at and buy a couple of bottles of the vodka she had suggested. As soon as you got home, you drank until you passed out to forget about the asinine request. 

You overworked yourself all week, being the first one on site and the last one to leave. Someone needs to be focused on paying off those medical bills and not trying to rack up more of them. The work keeps you from thinking about what Jean and Anna asked. You couldn't believe that is a real idea they discussed and thought was okay to run by you. When you got home, you had a bottle of vodka with a side of instant noodles. 

On Friday, your coworkers, Bucky and Thor, ask that you join them on a night out and you accept. You invite Steve as well because Bucky took a liking to him but wasn't sure if he could invite the guy himself. You thought it was funny that he was being weird about it but you didn't catch how flustered he was when you informed him that Steve accepted the invite. Then Thor requested that you invite Darcy and her friend. He tried to play coy but you know that he really liked Jane. He was just the idiot that forgot to call her the next day. He claimed that he waited too long and now he needed your help. You didn't mind extending it, he was a decent guy from what you've gathered. 

A couple of hours later and  you're drunk enough to start spilling your guts. Starting with how much you miss Daisy before getting into the real problem. Jean and Anna's request. Shocking everyone at the booth. The guys all agree that you shouldn't do it but Darcy plays devil's advocate and says that she knows someone that could help at no cost at all because they owed her a favor. “It's not just the sex that's the problem, Darcy,” you try to explain. “I can't just pretend it's not my kid. If I were someone that didn't mind that kind of thing, sure, I'd do it. But I'm not that person, I would want involvement.” 

She puts her hand on your back and rubs soothing circles. It would be comforting if it wasn't her touch. You begin to yearn for Wanda’s touch again. You didn't realize how much you missed it. There is a loud group of people that are being disruptive and it puts you in a bad mood as you start to miss the Hub being your go to. You doubt Phil would let you step into that building ever again. 

“Anyone want more? I'll get the next round,” you stand up even though you barely can and Darcy takes notice as she quickly joins you. Buck and Steve have engrossed themselves in a separate conversation. Jane and Thor were practically eating each other's faces. She gave him the cold shoulder when she arrived but he was able to crash through her walls pretty quickly. 

While you wait at the bar for the drinks, someone falls against Darcy and she complains about her arm hurting. That triggers something protective in you and you grab the person to try and get them to apologize. They spit in your face and you shove them. Your friends are quick to escort you out of the bar before you get into something you'll regret. 

“Give me your phone,” Darcy says as she digs through your pockets. 

“Hey, that's my phone,” you try to grab it but you're really out of it. Bucky and Steve are both holding you up, they didn't realize that you had drank so much. They exchanged worried glances as they held onto you. Thor and Jane were busy trying to calm the person you pushed. 

Wanda’s week was quite uneventful. She worked quietly on the project she was assigned. With the spare time she has in her day, she worked on her passion project. The dream house she one day hoped to build on a land she's trying to buy now. She doesn't want to continue to be limited by this house. The house that's so full of nightmares. There were good memories here, like the boys learning how to crawl and eventually walk, but it wasn't enough to erase the negative energy that has embedded itself within the walls like black mold. 

She was planning on inviting her girls over on Friday but she really only wanted to be hanging out with you. Because of that feeling, she invited someone to sleep with instead. She needed to get you out of her head. You were starting to consume her every thought. Even when she worked on the plans for her dream house. Would Y/n like this much natural light if I add this wall of windows? Wouldn't they like a woodworking space, like my father had? Maybe Rachel needs a room… she dropped her pencil and scrapped the paper. She didn't need to be thinking about that. 

Wanda was kicking the girl, Jessica, that she had over when her phone started ringing. Her heart jumped at the goofy picture of you with the caller ID that you had set, covering her screen. “Hey you,” she greets as she shuts the door. “What's up?” 

“Wanda, keep it in your pants.” Wanda moves the phone from her face as she doesn't recognize the voice. It was still your contact information. “This is Darcy. We met last week,” she says with an urgency. This gets Wanda’s heart to race with worry. 

“What's wrong with Y/n? Why are you calling me from their phone?” She asks as she searches for her keys. Ready to be driving to the hospital. 

“They're fine for the most part. I think.” She goes quiet for a second. “Look, they're really wasted and I was wondering if you could pick them up?” Darcy asks nervously. “No stop! Hey! Y/n, don't do that! Steve, Bucky, get them!” Darcy shouts away from the phone but Wanda can hear everything she says. Wanda shakes her head. So far she hadn't known you to be the drunk type. She'd seen you have a few drinks and get a buzz but she hasn't seen you in such a state that your friends have had to parent you. 

Wanda sighs, “Text me the location. I'll be there as soon as I can.” 

“Okay, thank you,” Darcy sounds distracted. “Damnit, Y/n, why do you have a flask! Stop drinking!” Is the last thing Wanda hears before the call drops. She sits in her car for a few minutes before she receives the text of the location. It was a bar close to her house and she was there in no time at all. She doesn't even have to get out of the car to help you inside because Steve and Bucky shove you into the front seat. 

“Wanda!” You say happily as you realize whose car you've been dumped into. Your eyes are closed but you recognize the scent you had been wrapped up in for two weeks. “Where's Wanda? I want to say hi,” you mutter as you start to get sleepy. 

“Here's their phone,” Darcy says as she stands at Wanda's side of the car. “Don't let them call or text anyone. They're going through something with the ex and you have to make sure that they don't say something they'll regret.” 

Wanda is confused, “What happened between Y/n and Daisy?” 

“Oh no, honey,” Darcy smiles, “Not that ex. This is baby momma drama. You'll have to ask Y/n about that one in the morning. It's not my place to go into the details.” 

Wanda nods in acknowledgement. “Thank you for calling me. Does anyone else need a ride, I'd be happy to -” 

“Nope, we're good. Just focus on Y/n. Maybe try to get some water in them.” Darcy taps the car. “Good luck,” she waves as she rejoins the group on the sidewalk. Wanda drives you back to her house and helps get you inside. She didn't realize how heavy you could be when you're not holding your weight yourself. But she manages. 

“I’m sorry I drank too much, Wanda,” you mutter as you lean against her on the sofa. She was trying to get you to drink some water before she attempted to move you up the stairs. 

“That's okay, just drink this now,” she says as she puts the plastic cup against your lips. You take a sip and nearly spit it out as you show your disgust. 

“Poison,” you exclaim. “Gah, what is that? It's awful,” you say as you lean away from it. 

“It's water,” she leans closer to you. “Drink it!” She demands. 

You make a face and take the cup and chug the whole thing. “I think my body is rejecting it. I need to chase it down with something. Do you have any vodka?” You complain and Wanda shakes her head. 

“What did Jean do to you?” Wanda asks herself and you laugh maniacally when you catch her name. 

“She wants my baby,” you answer. And Wanda is concerned that there is going to be some sort of custody battle. She can't think of why there would be. Unless Jean has a better job opportunity somewhere else. 

“She can't take Rachel from you,” Wanda says as she gets up to refill the cup. 

“Not that baby!” You shout. “My other baby. Er. A new one. She wants a new one and she doesn't want me to have it.” Wanda relaxes a bit, still confused but at least it's not something that will necessarily disrupt Rachel’s life. She walks over and claims the cup of water is vodka. You drink it as if it was the first drink you’d ever had in your life. “That’s the good stuff right there, what’s that brand?” 

She is standing in front of you as she waits for you to finish the beverage. “I’ll tell you in the morning so that you don’t forget.” When you’re don’t she reaches for the cup and instead of handing it over, you grab her by the wrist and pull her to land on top of you. She tries to push herself up but you catch her lips in a sloppy kiss. “What are you doing?” She whispers as she pulls away. 

“Something I should have done a long time ago,” you reply. 

She shakes her head, “You’re drunk.” 

“So?” You ask as you try to kiss her again. This time she is able to slip out of your grasp. 

“So, this isn’t happening,” Wanda doesn’t go into how she’d be taking advantage of you since you’re so wasted and she hasn’t had a drop of alcohol all week. She doesn’t remind you of why you rejected her before or mention that she refuses to be a rebound for you. “Let's get you to bed,” she says as she lifts you up by your arm. You shake your head, disappointed by the rejection but comply. 

You're a little wobbly as you walk up the stairs. Wanda is closely behind you to ensure your safe ascent. You stop in front of her open bedroom door. Uncertain if she wants you to stay with her. But you decide that it's not her decision to make. So you move to the guest room. Wanda doesn't argue as she collects a bottle of painkillers and fills the cup again. She leaves the items on the nightstand beside you. You fell asleep the second your head hit the pillow. You snored softly and Wanda was surprised because you never snored during the time you stayed with her.

“I'll see you in the morning,” she says while she flips the light switch off and shuts the bedroom door. Wanda grabs the pillow that smells like you out of her closet and sets it on her bed before she gets in her pajamas. She crawls into bed and clutches the pillow to her chest as she inhales your scent in order to fall asleep.

Chapter 15

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[leebittymoodboards]

Stray Kids Moodboards

Marvel AU

Hyunjin X Thor

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[fang-venkas]

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[mothdruid]

thor || bradley 'rooster' bradshaw

"I am Thunder and Thunder is me, we are one beast, we are joined, we are one."

god of thunder, lightning, storms, the sky, strength, consecration, war, hallowing, and prince of asgard

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[michelleleewise]

Worthy

Pairing: Dark!Thor x female reader

Warnings: nothing too bad in this one, creepiness, swearing, mentions of cheating, toxic relationship, sadness, mild depression, anxiety, therapy and counseling, smut at the end (not graphic), if i missed something please let me know. things will progress as we go, please heed the warnings)

Summary: After leaving a toxic relationship, you take the advice of a friend and seek help.....

A/n: This my very first dark anything, as well as Thor, be gentle with me lol im making this a small series for my lovely friend @springdandelixn 💙 like I mentioned it will progress....keep your flashlights handy..... love you guys!!!!

Part One-

You scroll further down the page, unsure what exactly your looking for....someone to listen....someone who won't judge you. You sigh, you friend Maya's words echoing through your head "you need to talk to someone, this isn't healthy to bottle everything up." She had said over coffee "I am, I'm talkng to you." You laughed seeing her shake her head "a professional y/n." She said sternly making you frown. And here you were, scrolling the endless pages of the internet in search of a "professional."

You sighed again, your thumb sliding across the screen on your phone when it caught your eye "Odinison Health and Rehabilitation." You aren't sure what possessed you as you pressed your thumb to the name, their website popping up as you scrolled down seeing their services, counseling being among the many. "Hmm, this might work." You said to yourself, your thumb hovering over the number. You had always told yourself counseling was a joke, a ploy for doctors to get money from the weak..but everything you had been through the last year......

You quicky dialed the number before you changed your mind, your heart racing more with each ring when a lady picked up "Odinson Health, how may I help you." She asked. "Umm...hi, I was...well you see I saw your website.." you trailed off trying to get your thoughts together "were you interested in one of our services ma'am?" She asked a little too politely "uuhh yes....counseling?" You asked, dragging your nails across the table "yes, we have a few different counselors but I would highly recommend one of the owners." She said, you could hear her smile through the phone. "Oh..ok." you hesitated hearing her fingers pressing the keys on her keyboard "ok, so the Odinson's are brothers, one specializes in psychology and med management, the other specializes in crisis situations, as well as general and family counseling, which would you prefer?" She asks typing.

"Err...um the general counselor I suppose?" You asked looking out of the window seeing a bird land on your window sill. "Ok great, Dr Odinson has a few available spots open, let me just see.." She trailed off typing away. "ok, he has an opening tomorrow at three for a consultation, does that work?" She asked "yeah that should be fine." You said tapping your fingers on the table. "Ok your all set for tomorrow, and he will go over his treatment plan with you then." She said "ok thank you." You said quickly hanging up. Releasing the breath you were holding you set your phone down deciding to finally do the sink of dishes that had been staring at you for days wondering what tomorrow would bring.

ooOOoo

You sat in your car staring at the building in front of you willing yourself to go inside, looking down seeing it was almost three you took a deep breath "ok...you can do this, what's the worst that could happen?" You asked yourself shutting your car off. You grabbed your keys and phone heading inside, seeing two ladies sitting behind either side of a long counter "hi! Can I help you?" The one looks up smiling, her like dark hair flowing past her shoulders "y..yes...I'm here to see Dr Odinson." You say fidgeting with your keys "which one?" The other lady snaps. "Um...counseling." you say quietly, afraid she'll bark at you again "oh great! Your in the right place then." The dark haired lady smiled.

You finished your paperwork, sitting in the waiting room absently scrolling through your phone when a text popped up. You wanted to ignore it, pretend you had never seen it. You had spent the last month pretending he never existed, the reason you were currently sitting waiting to talk to a compete stranger about your entire life. You sighed, deciding against your better judgment to open the message.

Shaun- Baby, why won't you talk to me? You know why I did what I did. If you had kept up with your responsibilities I wouldn't have looked elsewhere, I'm not the one to blame here. Now text me back and stop being childish.

You sat there staring at the screen, not sure how to react. It was true the last few months of your relationship had been rocky at best. Between you both working all the time and him hanging out with his friends you had no time together, let alone the energy for any intimacy. Somedays it took all you had to just climb into bed at night before doing it all over again. Hence the night you came home from work to another woman in your bed. A pang of sadness ran through you at the memory...

"That's it baby...mm God you feel so good." You heard Shaun moan through the door, the faceless woman moaning his name loudly as the headboard banged against the wall. You had told your boss you wanted to leave early to surprise your boyfriend with dinner, you weren't prepared for the surprise you had waiting for you. "Do i feel better then her daddy?" You heard the woman moan as tears welled in your eyes "so much better baby...she could never compare to this perfect cunt." You heard Shaun growl, hearing a loud thud against the wall.

You turned from the closed door, making you way to the kitchen you took the boxes of take out out of their bags, placing them in the fridge before sitting at the table, waiting. You weren't sure how long you sat there dazed when you heard voices coming down the hall "she's gonna be home soon, but I'll call you later baby. Maybe we can meet up again tomorrow?" You heard him ask opening the front door "anything for you..daddy." the woman replied before your heard the door shut, footsteps making their way into the kitchen stopping suddenly "how long have you been here?" Shaun asked. You looked up seeing his hair a mess, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers "long enough." You sighed looking down.

"Miss y/n?" You heard your name called, snapping you back to now, seeing a dark haired man standing in the doorway with a clipboard "I'm here, sorry." You said grabbing your keys following him. "So as you know you'll be seeing Dr odinson, this is strictly a consultation, so any questions you have feel free to ask ok?" He said smiling "ok, I will." You said as he led you to a closed door knocking on it "come in." You heard a deep booming voice on the other side sending a jolt through you "don't worry, he's a bit loud but he's really very nice." The man said opening the door. You took a deep breath, walking inside as the man closed the door behind you making you jump.

"Ah, you must me miss y/n, I'm Dr Odinson, but please, call me Thor." The man said standing from behind his desk. He smiled widely as he walked around, holding his hand out your eyes met the bluest ones you had ever seen, shining at you like diamonds through the glasses that seemed to frame his face perfectly "h..hi, I'm y/n." You stuttered, slowly reaching for his hand. "Yes, you are." He smiled "come, have a seat and we can talk." He said gesturing to the chair in front of his desk. You slowly sat down watching him walk around taking his seat, his large frame taking up a majority of the chair "so miss y/n, what brings you here today?" He asked, leaning his elbows on the desk, his large hands cupped together under his chin "Well, you see....I have a friend who said I needed to talk to someone, so here i am." You said looking down at your feet.

"Y/n, look at me." He said sternly making your eyes shoot to his "there you are." He smiled "now, I'm glad you have friends who are looking out for you but there must be a reason you decided to come today." He said watching you intently. "Umm...well i..." you trailed off, looking around the room seeing his diploma hung on the wall, as well as a painting of a lightning storm behind him. "Y/n..." he said making you look at him again "i...I recently left a bad relationship, a..and I'm having alot of issues." You said quietly seeing him nod "and well, I'm told I'm bottling it up." You said fidgeting with your keys again. "Do you feel like you are bottling it up?" He asked leaning forward a bit "I guess...maybe. I don't know." You sighed seeing him pick up a pen, writing something on his notepad.

"Can you briefly tell me what happened?" He asked looking up at you, his eyes boring into you "um, well i..I'd rather not." You said balling your fist "well y/n, in order for me to help you, we need to talk about it." He smiled. "I just..I don't think I'm ready. I'm sorry I wasted your time," you said, quickly getting to your feet as he did making your way to the door "wait y/n, please." He said, following you, placing a large hand on the door as you grabbed the handle "I apologize, I wasn't trying to force you." He said quietly, feeling the heat from his chest against your back, his frame towering over you making you crane your head to look at him, his cologne hitting your nose reminding you of sunshine and rain storms "please, let's sit back down hm?" He asked, not moving his hand from the door.

You took a deep breath, dropping your hand from the door you slowly walked back to your chair, this time he grabbed another chair setting it next to you as he sat down facing you, his knee brushing yours "I understand your apprehension, you don't know me as I don't know you, but you must understand I only wish to help you." He said, his eyes almost too bright to look at as you nodded. "Very good, now tell me..when was the last time you ate? And not junk food either." He asked leaning forward "oh...um a few days." You said seeing him nod "and the last time you truly relaxed, just let your mind go?" He continued "oh..never probably." You said with a small laugh.

You shifted in your seat feeling his gaze intensify. "Well y/n, I think your friend is right. I think you are trying to cope, but in an unhealthy manner." He said "but do not worry, I'm here for you." He smiled, his hand grazing your thigh as he shifted making you stiffen. "I will take very good care of you." He continued, placing his large hand on your knee squeezing "umm, well doctor odins...." you started "please, call me Thor." He said squeezing your knee again, his touch feeling electric as the door flew open, a dark haired man storming inside as Thor retracted his hand.

"I told you to meet me thirty minutes ago." The man snapped crossing his arms "as you can see, I am with a patient." Thor said standing up. "Yes, I can see that I'm not daft Thor, when will you be finished?" The man asked, his deep emerald eyes glaring at you "give me five minutes." Thor said walking around to the other side of his desk as the other man sighed, leaving the room. "Please, forgive my brother, he can be quite impatient." Thor laughed shifted through some papers "Brother?" You asked, looking at Thor's dark blonde hair and large build compared to the other man's raven hair and lithe build "yes..adopted." Thor said matter of factly as you nodded.

"Ok, y/n I would like to begin seeing you once a week to begin your treatment." Thor said writing something down "that often?" You asked furrowing your eyebrows "yes, I believe whatever happened with this.."relationship" has put a great deal on you, and I want to help you." He said air quoting. "I'm not sure I can afford that." You said as he stood, rounding the desk again "I told you y/n..I will take care of you. You have nothing to worry about" He smiled, handing you an appointment card, your fingers brushing his sending a shock through your finger tips. You looked down seeing your appointment was in a few days as you stood up, slipping it into your pocket "ok, thank you doct...Thor." You corrected seeing him smile "good girl, now come." He said, a shiver running through you at his praise making you feel uneasy.

He opened the door, waving you in front of him as he locked his door following behind you. "Now y/n, I want you to go home, take a nice hot bath, slip into your softest nightgown and...relax." He smiled, his eyes traveling up and down your body making you tense "are you ready Thor?" You heard the man before "family...am I right?" He smiled again as you chuckled nervously "I shall see you in a few days miss y/n." He said tilting his head "see you then." You said, hurrying towards the door, looking back seeing his eyes hadn't left you you quickly walked out, making your way to your car as fast as you could.

ooOOoo

You drove home, thinking about the interaction with the doctor. Maybe he's a toucher...you thought to yourself getting out of the car, remembering the grip he had on your knee, his large hand splayed across the door when you tried to leave. You could still feel his eyes on you, sending a shiver down your spine as you walked into your apartment, dropping your keys in the bowl by the door. You looked around sighing as you took in the silence. It had been a month since you moved out of your shared apartment with Shaun and you still weren't used to it. You walked to your room, pulling out your silk night gown laying it out on your bed, grabbing a towel you headed to the bathroom, sitting on the tub you turned the water on, pouring in your favorite lilac scented bubble bath, watching the tub fill as you undressed, stepping in lowering yourself into the hot water you closed your eyes, laying back letting it work the tension from your muscles.

"That's it muffin...relax for me." he whispered in your ear making you sigh, feeling his large hand slowly run up your thigh. "I need to see if you taste as sweet as you sound." He cooed, his lips slowly trailing down your collarbone, his teeth grazing your skin making your back arch. "Ah ah, be a good girl and hold still." He said, his deep voice vibrating through you as he lowered himself between your legs, spreading his hand across your stomach. "Mm..you smell exquisite." He growled, placing a kiss on your inner thigh, nipping at the sensative skin as your fingers threaded through his hair, pulling him closer.

"Eager are we?" He laughed, hooking your legs over his wide shoulders. "Don't worry muffin...I'll take good care of you." He purred, placing a soft kiss on your hip bone. "Aaahh....y....yes.....please...." you moaned, trying to rock closer to him, whining as his hand on your stomach held you in place, his large biceps locking your legs around him "I thought you were going to be my good girl." He said, his breath grazing your flesh "i..I am..I'm s...sorry." you breathed, trying to hold as still as possible. "That's right....show me you are worthy..." he trailed off. You opened your eyes, seeing the white ceiling looking down your eyes met electric blue ones seeing him smile as his lips met you skin..

You jolted up, water splashing to the floor as you gripped the side of the tub. "Holy shit." You breathed, running a hand through your hair. You looked down seeing the bubbles had dissipated, still able to feel his hands on you...his warmth seeping into you. "I need a vacation." You muttered, standing up wrapping the towel around yourself heading into your bedroom. You quickly changed, laying in bed you stared at the ceiling, the dream about your doctor leaving an uneasy feeling inside you, deciding it might be best to look for a different therapist as you closed your eyes hoping for a dreamless sleep.

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They Don’t Know About Us (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

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A/N: This is another one of the fics I posted on an old account. Some good ole Bucky angst/fluff. 

Summary: Bucky realizes that he loves you, but won’t reveal his feelings because you’re Tony Stark’s daughter. 

Warnings: angst, slight age-gap (legal), fluff, illusion to smut, but no actual smut (fade to black), cursing

The city was beautiful at night. Your bedroom window provided one of the best views of New York in the world, and you’d been sitting on the window ledge for hours watching as the city lit up the night sky. You’d long missed Jarvis' call to dinner, perfectly content to sit in front of your window for the time being and sneak into the kitchen for food later.  

To be perfectly honest, you were starving, but not hungry enough to endure a meal in the same room as Bucky. He’d been acting strange recently, and you were almost positive that you were the cause of this odd behavior. He was acting like he did when you first met him; quiet, broody, extremely reserved. Nothing like the Bucky you’d grown used to over the last six months. It was as if all the sudden a flip had switched, and you were no longer a priority of his.  

Your affair with him had obviously been kept a secret. No one in the tower knew about your late-night rendezvous, save for Jarvis, who kindly served as an alarm clock when you and Bucky accidentally fell asleep in your bed.  

It had started, almost by accident, six months ago. It was 2:30 in the morning, and you were full on sobbing into a book because your favorite character had died. Bucky had knocked on your door after waking to your heart-wrenching sobs. The walls between your rooms weren’t nearly as thick as you’d originally thought.  

He’d awkwardly stepped into the room asking if you wanted to talk about it, and the rest was history. He came by almost every night after that, asking you about your favorite books, movies, and music and in turn, sharing his favorites with you.  

It was an innocent friendship at first, but you couldn’t help noticing his lingering gazes when you were around the rest of the team.  Your heart would quicken when he entered a room, giving you a soft smile as he continued his work for your dad. Lingering stares turned into “accidental” brushes against your hand when you walked by each other in the hallway, or a light touch on the waist when no one was looking.  

Your late-night chats soon became more serious. He opened up about his past with Hydra, providing far more details than he ever had with Steve or your dad. You talked about the overwhelming pressure of being Tony Stark’s daughter and a part of the Avengers. Both of you revealed information to each other that you’d never said out loud before.

The first time you kissed was three months ago. You’d been rambling about your dad’s decision to finally allow you to have a solo mission. He had leaned across the bed and planted his lips to yours, holding your face gently in his hands.  

“I’m so proud of you,” he had said with a wide smile.  

This continued for months, him sneaking into your room and kissing you until the sun began to rise, when he’d begrudgingly go back to his room to avoid suspicion from the rest of the team.  

You had long since accepted your feelings for him, but you weren’t going to be the one to tell him. You had never discussed what your relationship was to Bucky, never talked about labels or the future. For all you knew, you and Bucky were friends with barely any benefits. You hadn’t slept together or done anything else besides kiss.

This troubled your mind when Bucky’s visits became more and more infrequent. He started avoiding your gaze in public and wouldn’t touch you unless it was necessary. The last night he had stopped by your room was almost two weeks ago.  

The past few weeks you had barely talked and ate even less. Everyone in the tower was concerned about you. You’d stopped spending time in the common areas, preferring the solitude of your room. You had no excuse when you were asked why you’d been spending so much time in your room. You’d simply shrug the question off, mumbling an “I don’t know”, before returning to your room.  

In truth, you were avoiding Bucky like the plague. You couldn’t bear to be in the same room as his cold, uninterested demeanor. When you were forced out of your room by your dad, you sat in the furthest seat from Bucky, avoiding the area of the room he was in. The few times you’d snuck a glance at him, he had been slouched in his seat, glaring into his hands.  

Your stomach growled loudly as you rested your head against the window, wondering if you’d ever get the courage to confront Bucky.

A knock at the door startled you from your thoughts. You didn’t lift your head when you heard the familiar steps of the man you loved shuffle into the room.

“You weren’t at dinner. I brought you some of it.” Bucky’s voice was low and raspy.  

You turned your head, glancing at him as he stood just inside the barrier of your room. He looked glorious, as usual, but that thought sent a sharp pain through your heart. His eyes were on yours, full of worry and doubt.

You cleared your throat.

“Thanks, Bucky. You can just set it on the desk.”

Your voice was wobbly, dripping with melancholic undertones.

Bucky nodded, turning to set the tray of food on your desk. You turned your head back towards the window, willing your tears to stay safely inside your tear ducts until Bucky left the room.  

“Y/n...” His voice was closer now. You could hear him shuffling his feet uncomfortably behind you.  

You closed your eyes, a tear slipping down your cheek as you ignored his call. The pain of him being so close after so long was unrelenting.

“Y/n, I’m so sorry.” He was right behind you now, gently running his fingers through your hair.  

“What did I do wrong?” You asked after a beat of silence. By this point, tears were streaming down your cheeks. You hastily wiped them away, refusing to turn around and face the inevitable of him breaking your heart without realizing it.

“Nothing, baby,” Bucky whispered, “Please look at me. I hate seeing you cry.”

You slowly turned to face him. He was on his knees looking up at you with tears threatening to spill out of his eyes.

You kept your eyes on his, waiting for an explanation, or an apology for leaving you high and dry out of nowhere.  

“I didn’t mean to hurt you, y/n. You have to know that,” Bucky said, reaching up to lightly grasp your hands.  

You scoffed, rolling your eyes.  

“I don’t understand what the problem is all the sudden. Everything was fine until it wasn’t.”  

“I know baby,” he nodded, resting his head in your hands, “You have to know I wasn’t expecting any of this when I met you. I thought you were just some spoiled rich girl with nothing to offer. I have never been happier to be wrong. You’re so smart and easy to talk to. You get along with everyone and you’re a really skilled fighter. I would love nothing more than to spend forever hearing you talk about books and music and movies.” He said, looking up at you again.

Your heart was pounding. This was not what you had expected from the man kneeling in front of you. Everything he was saying was what you wanted to hear, but it didn’t make you feel any better. He was obviously struggling with some aspect of the non-relationship you two were having.

You kneeled in front of him, lowering yourself to his level and wiping the tears that had started to flow down his cheeks.  

“I still don’t understand what the problem is, Bucky.” Your eyes searched his for a clear answer, an understanding for why he had been acting so strangely around you.

“I think I’m in love with you, y/n, but I can’t- I mean I want to, but- ugh, I’m so conflicted,” He muttered, shaking his head, “Your dad is basically my boss, y/n. Do you understand how Tony Stark, fucking ruler of the world, could make my life hell if he found out how I felt about you? What he could do to separate me from you? I can’t be apart from you, y/n, I can’t. These last few weeks were torture, and you were only 20 feet away from me. Imagine if he sent me to a different country or something?”  

Your heart was buzzing at his words. He loved you. And he had just said it, out loud, to your face. You couldn’t help but laugh. This is what he was avoiding you for? His eyebrows furrowed as you wiped your tears away and suppressed more laughter.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing. Everything. You.” You smiled, cupping his cheek. “I love you, James.”

His eyes lit up. You leaned in, kissing him softly. His arms enveloped you as he deepened the kiss, tongue meeting yours.  

You slowly began unbuttoning his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against yours after being apart for so long.  

He pulled back, resting his hands on your wrists and stopping you from unbuttoning the last button on his shirt.

“Are you sure?” He eyed you, breathing hard.  

“James Buchanan Barnes, I love you, but please, please, take my clothes off and fuck me.”  

That undid any self-control he had over himself. He quickly picked you up, bridal style, and carried you to the bed.

//

The early morning light seeped into your room, waking you from your deep slumber. A heavy arm rested on your waist and you could hear the deep breathing of a certain super soldier cuddled up behind you. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d awoken feeling this rested.

Wait.

Why is Bucky still here if it’s late enough for the sun to be up?  

Your eyes snapped open at the thought. Sitting up, you rubbed the sleep from your eyes. Bucky shifted, groaning at the abrupt movement.

“Jarvis,” you said, still rubbing your eyes, “why didn’t you wake us up?”

“Jarvis was updating last night. I didn’t realize you relied so heavily on him for your wake-up calls, my sneaky little offspring.”  

Your head shot up, eyes widening as you looked directly into the eyes of your father, who was standing at the end of your bed visibly fuming. Bucky stiffened beside you, lifting his head with eyes that matched your own.  

“I’m going to let you two get dressed. And then, I expect to see both of you in the lab. Is that clear?” Your dad’s voice was calm – too calm. He turned to leave, and you could’ve sworn that you saw smoke coming out of his ears.  

You and Bucky spoke at the same time.

“Dad, wait-”

“Tony, it’s not what you-”

Your father interrupted before either of you could get a sentence out.

His tone was noticeably rising. “I don’t care. You,” he said pointing at Bucky, “should be ashamed of yourself for preying on an innocent young girl. And you-,” he pointed at you, clenching his jaw, “you should know better than to screw around with a team member.”  

“But Dad, we’re not screwing-”

“ENOUGH. I’m giving you five minutes. If you’re not down there, you both can pack your bags and get out.”  

You watched him as he briskly walked out of the room.  

“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK.” You muttered, shaking your head. Bucky’s hands rubbed along your lower back as you mentally prepared for the shit storm that was about to go down in the lab.

“What was that all about?” Steve stuck his head in your room and immediately shielded his eyes, “Oh. Oh, man. Oh, man Bucky! What the hell?”  

“Nothing man, don’t worry about it,” Bucky responded, sitting up, voice still raspy with sleep.

“We should get dressed.” He turned to you, pressing his lips to your shoulder.

//

You and Bucky stepped into the living room, fully dressed and terrified. Natasha, Bruce, Steve, and Thor were sitting in various chairs around the room, trying way too hard to look like they weren’t talking about what Steve saw before you entered the room.  

“It’s fine, guys, you don’t have to act like you don’t know,” you groaned, rolling your eyes.

They visibly relaxed, the room’s energy lightening immensely, and then immediately began pestering you and Bucky with questions.

“How did this happen?” Thor asked

“Why didn’t you tell me, y/n?” Natasha looked hurt.

“Why didn’t you tell me, Bucky?” Steve looked even more offended.

You were not equipped to handle the interrogation from the others. The morning had been shitty enough. Your glowing mood from the events of the night before was seeping away quickly. Seeing that you were overwhelmed, Bucky led you to the elevator, mumbling a “tell you later” to the group.

When the elevator doors opened to lab, you slowly took a step out, sending a silent prayer out to the universe.

Your dad was sitting at his desk working on a piece from one of his Iron Man suits. The silence in the room was unbearable.

“That was six minutes.” Your dad said irritably, looking up at you as he waved away the help of his robot.

“Dad-”

“Tony-Mr. Stark,” Bucky stepped forward, “this isn’t what you think it is. I swear, we’re not just messing around. I love your daughter, more than I’d care to admit.” His voice trailed off as he looked at your dad.

Your dad stayed silent, looking Bucky up and down before turning to you.

“It’s true.” You added, meekly.

Your dad’s eyes narrowed. His eyes flitted back and forth between you and Bucky.

“Dad, please don’t freak out. I’m an adult. I wouldn’t have gotten into this if I didn’t think it was worth it. I love him. It hasn’t affected our work and it won’t.” You finally said, your voice strong and unwavering.  

“I don’t like this,” he responded, voice low, “but I can’t stop you, I guess. I didn’t realize you were so...involved with each other. I don’t think I need to say that if you even think about hurting her, you’re a dead man walking, super soldier or not.”  

You let out a harsh giggle, clapping your hand over your mouth as Bucky and your father turned to look at you, one with amusement, and the other with disdain.  

//

“Do you think it’ll be that awkward forever?” You groaned, falling forward on your bed.

Once you and Bucky were released from your dad’s scrutiny, you went to tell the rest of the Avengers as much information as you could muster. You definitely did not want them getting all the gory details of your relationship with Bucky.

Bucky laughed, “No, I just think everyone’s trying to get over the fact that we’ve been...together...for the last three months and none of them figured it out.”

He sat down on the edge of your bed, reaching over to pinch your side.  

You smiled, climbing over him to straddle his waist. His eyes, an icy blue that had recently become your favorite color in the world, bore into yours as he rested his forehead against yours.

“So...last night was fun.” You mumbled

“Yes,” he affirmed, slightly nodding.

“Does that make me...”

“My girlfriend? I would hope so. Is that something you’d be interested in, Miss Stark?” He smirked, eyes glimmering.

“Yes,” you breathed, smiling.  

“Well then, I guess it’s official.”  

He leaned in to kiss you softly. His lips were the softest thing you’d ever felt. You couldn’t get enough of him.  

You could definitely get used to this.

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For Better or For Worse

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Loki x female reader

18+ | this fic will contain adult themes, smut, swearing, angst - I’ll continue to update. Please be aware that there may be triggering themes in future - italics = dream and a lil flashback

“Oh fuckk.” You moaned, writhing against the bed as Loki wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking gently. Your head fell back against the pillow, practically burrowing down into it as he swirled his tongue over the sensitive bundle of nerves. One of his fingers trailed around your entrance before he slowly pushed inside, your walls gripping the dexterous digit eagerly. He continued sucking your clit, his finger pumping in and out of you as you ground your hips against his face, your pleasure swelling. “J-just like thatt Lokii.” You encouraged, Loki adding another finger into your slick centre. You could feel him smiling against you, his ego clearly boosted by your reaction to his touch. The grip of your thighs against his head tightened as you reached your climax, your hands tangling in his hair as you tugged it gently before increasing the pressure as you approached your peak. “I—Loki-I’m cumming.” You whimpered, your walls fluttering around Lokis fingers as you came, hips bucking up into the air as you saw stars.

“Enjoying yourself there.” Loki spoke, kissing your inner thigh as he glanced up at you still staring at the ceiling, completely blissed out.

“Y-yeah.” You answered, looking down at him, his face glistening with your arousal as he licked his bottom lip. “That was amazing.” Was all you could muster, your heart rate beginning to slow as you floated back down from your high. “Sorry about the hair.” You offered, a small, slightly embarrassed giggle leaving your lips as you remembered how hard you had pulled it in your haze.

“That’s quite alright.” Loki smirked, still not having brought up how arousing he found it when you pull his hair.

“I’m gonna miss looking at you down there” You chuckled, looking down at Loki still between your legs “soon I’ll look down and all I’ll see is my stomach.”

“Right now it’s just a soft bloat.” He smiled.

“A soft bloat?” You laughed “what the fuck is a soft bloat?”

“Tiny little bump, little soft bloat like that time we went to the restaurant and you ate the—”

“I’m gonna stop you right there” you interrupted before your stomach made a loud, obnoxious rumbling sound “how fitting.”

“It’s really loud.” Loki snorted.

“Yes, quite loud.”

“Very loud.” You mumbled to yourself, beginning to wake up from your dream, or rather nightmare considering it was a memory, one you wouldn’t mind forgetting. The sound of your stomach rumbling as well as the feeling of emptiness inside and out woke you as you opened your eyes, stretching in the dusty, lonesome bed. You didn’t remember falling asleep, only that you were looking through a photo album when you came in. Sitting up at the edge of the bed, you saw the photo album on the bedside table which was strange considering you didn’t remember putting it there. “Must’ve been that tired” you figured, stifling a yawn as you stood up. Glancing at the clock, you saw that it was around 6AM.

You made your way downstairs, careful not to wake anyone as you ventured towards the kitchen. Your plan wasn’t to stay or to be a bother but it technically was your house meaning you were sure you’d be allowed the gift of food, besides, you knew the house like the back of your hand including the kitchen considering this did used to be your home so you didn’t need to bother any of the staff.

“Morning Thor.” You spoke, spotting Thor making a protein shake as you entered the kitchen; it wasn’t uncommon for him to be awake so early.

“Morning pretty” He smiled, discarding the things in his hand before kissing the top of your head as he perched on the counter “how are you fairing being back?”

“I wouldn’t say I’m back, I had a nap and it happens to be morning now” You replied “but it still feels a little strange, as expected.”

“As expected.” He agreed. “Well, I’ll get out of your hair, leave you to prepare your breakfast or whatever you were doing whilst I wait for a reasonable time to ask the chef to prepare mine.”

“Don’t be so spoilt, I’ll make it and you can help.” You insisted.

“I couldn’t possibly.”

“Thor.” You said warningly.

“Pancakes? Like you used to make them.” He relented.

“Right.” You smiled before grabbing the ingredients.

Together you and Thor began making the pancakes, catching up with one another at the same time. You tried to keep conversation light, not wanting to rehash any old memories that could be painful and not wanting to disturb the happiness you felt right now. It was the small things that brought you joy, the mundane ones. Grabbing the bag of chocolate chips, you took a handful out before throwing them one by one into Thors mouth, as per his request as he moved around the enclosed space. You laughed as he caught them, the simple act leaving you feeling uplifted.

“What’s with all the noise?” Loki huffed, stomping into the kitchen, Thor instantly straightening before Lokis eyes met yours.

“I-I’m making pancakes.” You stated, eyes still trained on Lokis.

“And before you ask, yes, I got the chocolate chips.” You smiled.

“I like the way—”

“They melt on top, yes I know Loki.” You finished for him, still smiling as he pressed his lips to yours.

“Perfect.” He answered, kissing you again, deeper, before pulling away with one final peck. “And I also like the way you make them, not just the chocolate.”

“Well, you should have just waited for the catering staff.” Loki huffed, shifting his attention away from you as he fought off the memory.

“I like doing things myself.” You countered.

“Well then, try not to make a mess.” He spat.

“Not like it’s my kitchen.” You mumbled, angry at his tone and his know it all self.

“What?”

“Nothing.” You exhaled.

“That’s what I thought.” He hummed approvingly.

Smug bastard

“Well it is mine, isn’t it? Odin left it to me so if I want to make a mess, I’ll make a mess Loki.” You challenged, stepping towards Loki, his eyes boring into yours again.

“I’m going to—” Thor began, awkwardly stepping away.

“Stay.” You and Loki insisted, speaking at the same time.

“I will not live under the same roof as her.” Loki snarled, turning towards one of the housekeepers as she walked in, clearly woken by the commotion “have Rose and I’s things packed, we’re leaving until this all gets sorted.”

“Loki, you don’t have to—” Thor interjected.

“No, I will not live with her.” Loki decided, storming away as you smirked before he was out of eyesight. Your smirk fell as you turned to the housekeeper

“Don’t bother, I’ll go.”

“Y/n—”

“I’ve caused such a ruckus Thor, this is Lokis house, your house, I have no place here anymore. I’ll go.” You sighed, picking up a handful of chocolate chips before you left the kitchen.

“Ugh, she just grinds my gears.” Loki stressed, returning to Rose “I mean who does she think she is coming in here like she owns the place? As if she didn’t ruin things in the first place. And she had the audacity to be in there with him.”

“Come on Loki, just come back to bed.” Rose tried to soothe him, beckoning him closer.

“We’re leaving.” He blurted

“We’re what?” She gasped.

“We’re going, I will not stand aparty to this tomfoolery, I won’t.”

Rose rn because she is not leaving that cozy mansion 😂

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Worthy of love

Pairings: Thor x Jane Foster, plus-size!reader x OMC!Matt, Jane x OMC!Matt, Thor x plus-size!reader

word count: 9.8k

summary: you discover that your husband is cheating on you and you decide you’re going to leave him. Before you do that you tell the other person being hurt by the betrayal.

warnings: cheating, implied pregnancy, mentions of miscarriage, talk of having children, insecure reader, angst, smut, oral (both m and f receiving), p in v, ( I think that’s everything)

A/N: my first time writing a Thor fix please be kind but I’ve worked on it for weeks and I’m super excited to finally share it. Also first time writing plus sized reader!

8 years together wasted. 

There was no real feeling at first, not as you looked at your husband’s work phone lighting up with sexts from his coworker. A woman that not only you had met during a work holiday party months ago but you became friends with quickly. You confided in her when you had a miscarriage. She had your back when you decided to go back on birth control because you were scared of going through that again. Told her how insecure you felt because you had gained weight and were afraid Matt wouldn’t find you attractive. She had been kind and supportive but by the looks of these messages they had been fooling around since before the holiday party. It was almost as long as your husband, Matt, had been employed there. 

The only reason you even saw these messages was because he went out to the store and forgot his phone. The incessant pings made you grab it from the kitchen counter. You were only going to silence it but the screen lit up and you saw the first one. Matt was predictable so guessing his passcode wasn’t difficult. Once you looked through the messages you took screenshots of everything and sent them to yourself, then deleted all evidence that you had even touched it. For a moment you worried that he would see the message and realize there was no notification but she messaged a few more times so you were safe. A few minutes later Your husband walks through the door with the snacks he went to buy for himself, he grabs the phone off the counter and walks into his study without so much as a look in your direction. 

It makes sense now, how dismissive and distant he had been and the lack of sex or any type of affection really. It was all falling into place, how quickly your relationship had died. But somehow it still hadn’t hit you. Not when you went to bed and he kissed your cheek. You couldn’t bring yourself to be upset as he fell asleep next to you without a care in the world. There was absolutely no guilt on his part. Sleeping was out of the question as you meticulously pulled apart your relationship. If only you could pinpoint the moment in which everything went awry, maybe you could understand. As the night went on and you sat against the headboard and you listened to the snores of the man that was supposed to love you the only question you had was, did you want to fix it?  

You weren’t sure, the sun’s rays peeked through the curtains, letting you know you had spent the night awake. Silently you made your way out of the bedroom and into the kitchen to make coffee. A few minutes later Matt walked out and dressed in a Henley and jeans. It was Saturday so you didn’t have any plans but then again just because you didn’t have plans doesn’t mean he didn’t. 

“Coffee?” You ask as you grab his mug. Maybe you could talk to him before he left.

“No, I have to head out. I’ll see you later. Love you.” He said, giving you a kiss on the temple and heading out the door. 

That’s when the reality of the situation hits you like a freight train. The man that you were supposed to spend the rest of your life with was out with another woman. You had proof in the messages. How could he possibly love you? His mug fell from your hand, shattering into a million tiny pieces just like your heart. You cover your face with your hands and cry. The pain is rooted deep, and as much as you try you can’t seem to catch your breath. Tears flow against your will and your shoulders shake uncontrollably as you stand in the kitchen wrapped up in a robe. It’s the only thing that provides warmth in this now cold house. How had you not noticed before? 

 After what felt like hours you finally get your breathing under control and you make your way to the bathroom. You can’t even look at yourself in the mirror afraid of what you’ll find reflected back to you. Matt always hated that you would sometimes focus more on your job than him. Was he angry that you had a miscarriage? Had he blamed you for it? Or that you decided to wait to try for a kid again because you were afraid it would happen again? Did he regret being with a bigger woman? How many flaws could you find if you looked up to the mirror? Would you see the reasons he did it? You didn’t know, still what he did was wrong no matter how he felt. But doubt loves to take control and just make you wonder what it was that you did wrong and not why Matt couldn’t just talk to you. 

Once you finished washing your face you cleaned up the shattered mug and sat on the couch in the living room. With your phone in hand you began to look at the screenshots you had sent yourself to really understand what was happening between them and to figure out what your next move would be. One thing was certain: staying married wasn’t an option anymore.

The rest of the weekend went by in a flash. Matt barely spent time in the house. Now that you knew you wondered how you didn’t notice before. He left his work phone on his nightstand this time and you could hear the vibration alerting to another message. You had promised yourself that you wouldn’t do it again but you couldn’t help yourself. Poking your head out into the hallway you listen to see if Matt is in the house or if he’s still out in the garage. After not hearing anything you grab the phone and look over the messages to see them making plans. Those plans give you an idea, you take another screenshot and put the phone back. 

A month went by since you discovered that Matt had been cheating. You had a plan in your head and it was time to go through with it. The private investigator that you hired had sent you everything you needed and you had already contacted a lawyer.

When Monday morning rolls around you stay in bed, having already decided to call in sick to work. Matt walks around the room getting ready for the day and as he’s about to leave he looks over at the bed to find you watching him.

“Aren’t you going to work?” He looks slightly annoyed. 

“I don’t feel good. I was going to call off.” 

“Oh ok.” He says before leaving for the day. 

Before all of this he would have walked over and checked for a fever, asked what exactly were you feeling and even offered to stay home or leave work early to get you medicine and take care of you. You stay in bed for a while and allow yourself to cry again. This week is going to be intense to say the least and you have to get yourself mentally prepared for it. You haven’t even told any of your family or friends. The shame you feel is overwhelming, how could you possibly tell anyone? 

Well there was one person you could and would tell. In fact it’s why you were standing in front of Odinson Inc. to talk with the CEO and the husband of your husband’s lover Jane. You had talked yourself up on the way to the company but now that you stood near the front doors you asked yourself if you should tell him but if the roles were reversed you would want them to tell you. 

“Are you ok?” A deep voice asked besides you and you recognized it immediately.

Thor. 

You looked up at the blond. His hair was longer than the last time you’d seen him and he had it half tied up. The navy suit he wore was tailored to perfection and fit like a second skin. How could anyone cheat on someone like him? 

“Y/N?” 

“Yes, I'm fine.” You close your eyes and take a deep breath before looking back up and meeting Thor’s eyes. “Actually I’m not and I was wondering if I could talk to you. It’s a very important and personal matter.” You added when you saw his assistant get closer. 

“Well any friend of Jane is a friend of mine, please let’s go inside.” He motions for you to go ahead before turning to his assistant and telling him to hold his calls.

You and Thor reach the elevator banks and he again motions for you to step inside. He looks at you offering a reassuring smile, one that makes the corners of his eyes crinkle. You started to feel guilty even though you hadn’t been the one to sleep with his wife. In that moment as the elevator ascended you wondered what was wrong with both of you for your respective significant others to cheat on you. The elevator doors open and you step out and follow Thor down the hall and into his massive office. Was everything that he had this huge? Maybe.

“Please have a seat. I was just going to order lunch, why don’t you join me?” 

“No thank you, I'm not really hungry.” You moved to sit on the deep red couch in the lounge area he had.

“Ok.” He moves to sit across from. “So what is troubling you?” 

You open your mouth to speak but you fall short. How are you supposed to start this conversation? Tears threaten to spill as you look at him, his brows furrowed with concern as he looks at you. 

“I’m sorry.” You choke out as you try to contain your tears. Thor moves around to sit next to you, grabbing a box of tissues from the coffee table and holding it out for you. “Thank you.”

“No worries, take your time.” 

“I don’t really know how else to say this. And I really am so sorry but I just thought you deserved to know and if it were the other way around I would want you to tell me.” 

“What do you wish to tell me?” 

“Jane is cheating on you.” There, it’s out in the open. You watch him, trying to see some kind of emotion but he’s difficult to read.

“I’m sorry Y/N but I must ask you to leave. I will not tolerate you talking about my wife like that. Isn’t she your friend?” His tone is clipped, anger evident on his face. Thor moved away from you as if you’d burned him.

“I thought she was, but she’s sleeping with my husband.” You add. 

Thor is silent, he stands and walks over to the bar, pouring himself a drink and downing it in one go. He pours himself another and turns to look at you. Waiting for something, for you to say it was a cruel joke or worse to show him evidence.

“I found text messages on his supposed work phone first. So I hired a private investigator. I can show you everything.” 

Unable to say a word Thor nods. You know what he’s feeling, the numbness almost as if someone dumped ice water on you. The PI you hired gave you multiple copies of everything and you prepared an envelope for him. Thor crosses the space again and grabs it, he paces as he looks through it. His grip on the pictures tighten and his jaw is clenched. The more he reads and looks at the pictures his wife sent your husband and vice versa the angrier he gets. 

“How long have you known?” 

“I found out a month ago, the last Friday of the month. She wouldn’t stop texting him.” 

“Friday?” He lets out a humorless laugh. 

“Yes. Why?”

“We were celebrating our anniversary. But during the whole evening I couldn’t get her off the phone.” He said.  

“I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry?” He turns to look at you with a frown. “They cheat on us and you’re the one who’s sorry?” 

“For telling you. I don’t know, I thought if it were me I would want to know. I should have thought this through.” 

Thor’s rage filled eyes soften as he looks at you. The way your shoulders sagged and your eyes were puffy and red rimmed. You looked tired and heartbroken. Thor moves to sit next to you, one of his massive hands rests over yours. 

“For what it’s worth I’m sorry too.” He sighs. “Do you know what you plan to do? What did he say when you confronted him?” 

You tilt your head to look up at him questioning how you’ll bring up the plan you have. With pursed lips you shake your head. 

“I already have a divorce lawyer working on the documents for me. As for your other question, I had an idea to maybe do it together.” 

“Confront them together?” You nod. “How would we do that exactly?”

“They have reservations at that new French restaurant for Thursday. I thought we could make our own.” 

“So we’ll show up and then what?” 

“Well I plan to give Matt divorce papers. I know he’ll try to make it seem like I’m going crazy, that he isn’t cheating so I want him to see that I caught him in the act.”

Thor didn’t respond, he sat there quietly weighing his options it seemed. He loved Jane, they made it work even when their interests and wants in life were polar opposites sometimes. Even on bad days he never thought that something like this would happen. 

“You don’t have to get divorced, maybe you and Jane can work it out. I just know there’s no going back for me.” You said sadly. It was true the more you thought about it the more you realized how unhappy you were in the marriage. 

“I don’t know if I can do that Y/N, I’m sorry.” 

You shake your head. “Don’t worry about it.” You took a piece of paper out of your purse and held it out to him. “My number, just in case you need someone to talk to.” 

“Thank you.” 

“I’m sorry about all of this Thor. You deserve better.” 

“So do you.” He replied as he stood with you and brought you in for a hug. One that you had desperately needed. With teary eyes you looked up at him and gave him a sad smile before walking out of his office. 

After Matt left Tuesday morning you got dressed and headed to the house of 2 of your 3 best friends. Standing on the stoop of their brownstone you’re about to knock when you hear your name behind you. 

“Doll what are you doing here?” 

“Buck-“ you did your best to hold back your tears. You weren’t expecting Bucky at the Rogers-Romanoff home so early in the day but still his presence was welcomed. 

Bucky hurried up the steps and wrapped his arms around you after seeing your red rimmed eyes. 

“Shh, it’s ok doll I’ve got you.” He cradled the back of your head against his chest as you cried and reached for the doorbell with his free hand. 

“It’s about damn time you got here Barnes… Y/N? What happened?” Nat asked as she opened the door wider to let you both in. 

“Come on Doll.” Bucky let you go so that you both could walk in. 

Nat ushered you into the kitchen where you found Steve typing away on his laptop, a rare day where he stayed home instead of heading into his own company. He looked up when he heard footsteps and surprise passed his face before his eyebrows furrowed. 

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” He left his laptop behind as he moved to hug you. You could feel Nat’s hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. Bucky stood beside the three of you with his hands crossed over his chest and a scowl on his face. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to break down like this.” 

“You don’t have to apologize, go sit at the table we made breakfast.” Nat pushed you gently toward Steve and he guided you to sit down while Bucky and Nat put some plates together. In a few short minutes they had filled the table with all types of breakfast foods, coffee and orange juice. Sitting there watching as they made a plate for themselves you realized that you’d barely eaten since Monday morning but still you couldn’t eat a thing. A plate is set in front of you, just a few of your favorites.

“Eat and tell us what’s going on.” Bucky said from beside you. 

You sighed and ate a piece of fruit and then another. “So I want to start by saying that I’m already handling the situation.” 

“What did that fucker do?” 

The rage in all of their eyes made you tense and you questioned if it had been the right idea to come here. But you needed your friends and you had known each other since primary school. You had been as thick as thieves since you were little and you grew together all throughout school and life in general. They would find out anyway so you decided to tell them, it’s why you came in the first place.

“He’s been cheating on me.” You whisper as you look down at your plate, pushing around some of the other food around with your fork. 

“What?” 

“I’ll kill him!”

“Asshole.”

The three of them said at the same time. 

“When did you find out?” Steve asked

“A month ago.” 

“How long?” 

“I’m not sure but I’m thinking close to a year.”

“Do you know who he’s been with? Is he sleeping around with different people?”

“No, just one person from what I saw.”

“Do you know who it is?”

You nod as you look at the three of them.

“You know her too. It’s Um- it’s Jane.” 

They stared, jaws slacked. A couple of seconds of silence go by before they start talking over each other. Mostly they talk about how Steve is going to make him pay, a few curses in Russian from Nat and Bucky flipping the butter knife around and saying no one would ever find his body. 

Never in your life did you think you would have to go through a divorce. But here you are on a random Tuesday morning with your best friends. Listening to their different versions of revenge and you can’t help but start laughing. They exchange worried glances.

“Are you ok Y/N?” Nat asked.

“Am I ok? Of course I’m not. The man that I was ready to spend the rest of my life with is cheating on me and I’m listening to Bucky plan his murder. And this orange juice has no alcohol in it.”

Steve moved and grabbed a bottle of vodka and handed it to you.

“Better?” 

“Not really but it’s a start.”

“So what are you going to do, Doll?” 

“I’m getting divorced. I hired a PI and I have more evidence and I already have the divorce papers all he has to do is sign them.”

“Good, you deserve better than that asshole.” 

“Did you talk to him already?”

You shook your head.

“Wait, isn’t Jane married?” Nat inquired.

“Yeah, she’s married to Thor. He runs Odinson Inc. I wonder if he knows.” Steve said the last part under his breath.

“He does.” 

“How do you know that he knows?” Steve narrowed his eyes.

“Well I may or may not have shown up at his company yesterday and told him. Also showed him proof.” 

“Let me see the proof” 

You grabbed your phone and gave it to Nat and both men moved to hover behind her as they read the messages you had. 

“How did he react?” Nat asked

“When are you confronting him? Do you want us to be there?” Bucky added.

“He was obviously upset. Apparently their anniversary was that Friday and she was sexting Matt the whole time. I told him that they made a reservation for that new French restaurant and that we should confront them there but he didn’t want to. I guess I’ll just talk to him Friday and give him the divorce papers.”

“Oh sweetheart we are so sorry.” Steve moves around the table and hugs you again. “You’re more than welcome to stay with us for as long as you want.” 

“Or if you like living with normal people, you’re more than welcome to stay with Sam and me.” 

“I’ll let you guys know, maybe he’ll leave the house.” 

The rest of the morning was spent listening to your friends talking shit about Matt. Then it shifted to what was next, and somehow they convinced you to go out to a club and find a rebound. That wasn’t going to happen any time soon though. Your body had changed, you gained weight and the insecurities were bound to rear their ugly heads. Not long after that you head home. There were a few things you needed to start doing, like looking for an apartment just in case Matt fought over the house. That night Matt got home very late, you didn’t ask where he was and he didn’t offer an explanation. 

Wednesday is no different. Matt is gone for the day and you take the opportunity to go through your wedding album. With tears you looked back at the day you promised forever. It seemed like forever would only be 8 years. It was mainly uneventful, Nat, Steve, Bucky and Sam messaged you to make sure you were ok.  

Thor stayed in his office until late at night. It wasn’t unusual anymore. At the beginning of his marriage, when his father first stepped down and handed the company over, he used to feel so guilty. There had been so many nights where he ended up sleeping on the couch in his office because he had to clean up so many of his father’s mistakes. His marriage had been affected by it but after a few months everything started to go right. He had more time for Jane. They were able to spend weekends together and go on trips. Thor loved to spoil her. But that was almost 10 years ago. 

He would be lying if he said he hadn’t noticed the change in her behavior. How she started dressing up again. Thor just thought it had been a slump in the relationship and it was over, now he knew better. For some reason he felt more upset for you than for himself, maybe it’s because he knew his marriage had been over long ago. 

When he did manage to get home Jane was already asleep. So he showered and put on his pajama bottoms and went to bed. He didn’t sleep at all that night. 

The next morning Thor was already up and getting dressed by the time Jane walked into their walk-in closet in search of a work outfit. Even though he was sure his marriage was over he had a smidge of hope left that he would be able to fix it. He didn’t know where he went wrong but he had turned his back on his father in order to marry Jane. Now his father’s words of them not having a long lasting marriage rang in his head. 

Thor silently turned to Jane and he wrapped his arms around her waist before resting his chin on her shoulder. She chuckled as she turned her head to get a good look at him. 

“What?” 

“What do you say we go away this weekend? Anywhere you want. I can have everything booked and we can head out on Thursday. All you have to do is ask for two days off.” 

Jane sighed and stepped away from Thor. She turned to look at him, guilt already in her eyes.

“I’m sorry but I can’t this weekend. I have a lot of meetings and I can’t miss any of them.” 

Thor nods. “It’s ok I understand.” 

“Hey, maybe we can get away next weekend or something.”

“Yeah, I’ll see what I can put together. See you later, I have to get to the office.” 

Jane said a quick goodbye over her shoulder. Thor grabbed his phone and dialed your number but changed his mind. You probably had enough to worry about and didn’t need to listen to him ramble on about his own relationship. Instead he calls his assistant and tells him to get a reservation to the restaurant you had mentioned and a dress for you. 

You met with your divorce lawyer one more time on thursday. He tells you that you can expect Matt to get his own lawyer and there could be some back and forth before the divorce is final but that he will handle all of the communication, something you’re grateful for. 

As you step out of a coffee shop near your lawyer’s office your phone rings. 

“Hey Nat, what’s up?”

“Hi babe, just checking in. What are you up to?”

“Just left the lawyer’s office.”

“Oh, how is that going?”

“Good, I guess. I mean getting a divorce wasn’t really on my to do list this year you know.” You tell her as you get to your car.

“I know. Do you want to come over for dinner? I’ll invite Sam and Bucky.” 

“I appreciate it but I’m going to try to talk to Matt today.” 

“Ok, text us if you need anything.” 

“I will. Thanks Nat.” You day before hanging up.

When you arrive at your place you find someone standing at your front door. As you get closer you realize you’d seen him at Thor’s office.

“May I help you?” You asked as you walked up behind him.

“Oh, hello there. I’m Korg, Thor’s assistant.”

“Hello Korg. Why are you here?” 

“Thor asked me to give this to you.” He held up a white box with a note attached to it.

“What is it?”

“I’m not sure, he just said to make sure you got it before tonight.” 

“Ok, thank you I guess.” You said as you grabbed the box from him. 

“No problem ma’am. Have a good day.” He said as he walked away. 

You hurried inside and put the box on the table. Curiosity was pushing you to open the box but you grabbed the note first.

Reservation at 8:00. See you then.

-T

You reread the card a few times and even flipped it over to make sure you weren’t seeing things. The box sat unopened and now you really needed to know what he had sent. When you open it you find a beautiful black dress. You were unsure if it would fit but as you pulled it out and pressed it against your body you realized it might. 

Without a second thought you went into your room and started getting ready. Hopefully confronting them would be easier with Thor next to you than doing it alone. 

Your hair was just right, you went with a simple winged liner and red lipstick and black heels you’d bought a while back for a date night that never happened. As you’re about to grab your car keys there’s a knock on your door. When you open it you find a man in a suit and tie standing there. 

“Yes?” You look at him confused.

“Hi I’m Skurge. I’m Mr. Odinson’s driver.”

“Ok?”

“He sent me to pick you up for dinner.”

“Oh ok, I’ll be right out.”

“No worries.” He said before walking back to his car.

You walked back inside and grabbed your purse, keys, phone along with the envelope that contained the divorce documents and all the evidence. Once you’re outside and the door is locked, Skurge opens the car door for you before getting in the driver’s seat. You tried to keep calm. Deep down a part of you wanted to work this out and forgive him. Try to find a way to make it work. But the other part of you thought back to your own parent’s relationship. How your father’s cheating hurt your mother so much and she never left, and you couldn’t understand why. She wasn’t happy, she was constantly checking his clothes for any signs of another woman. She was angry all the time, you can’t remember the last time you’d seen her smile. You couldn’t turn into her. 

Your door is opened by the valet at the restaurant and when you step out you find a hand being offered to you. 

Thor.

He stands beside the car as he helps you out. His hand finds its way to the small of your back to guide you towards the entrance. He looked amazing. Thor wore a black suit but instead of a button up, he wore a black t-shirt tucked into his trousers. His hair was tied back in a half up, half down style. You met his eyes, no longer sparkling. Instead they looked dull and the bags under his eyes were more prominent but you weren’t sure if that had to do with his job or with the situation. Still he smiled down at you. 

“You look beautiful.” He said as he moved to open the door of the restaurant. 

“Thank you,” you said. “You look pretty great yourself.” The words spilled from your lips with such ease that for a moment you forgot what it was you were here to do for a moment. 

As he speaks with the hostess you look around the room. Part of you was trying to find them but the other part was hoping you didn’t. It was too late to back out. Not with Thor there willing to do this with you. There was still the question of why he decided to come in the first place. The plan you made for yourself was set. You were going to wait for him tonight and confront him. 

“Right this way Mr. Odinson.” You heard the hostess say with a happy tone in her voice. Wordlessly Thor again placed his hand on your lower back and guided you through the tables until the hostess stopped toward the back of the room and placed some menus down. Thor pulled the chair out for you before taking a seat next to you. His back to the wall, giving him a good view of the open space. You picked at the cloth napkin that had been folded into a beautiful pattern and sat on the plate before you. 

“Are you ok?” 

“Not really.” You finally look up to find him observing you. “How are you feeling?”

“To be honest, part of me doesn’t want to believe that Jane could actually do something like this, even with the evidence. It’s why I decided to come. To see it for myself. Why did you want to do this?”

“I don’t know, I guess I wanted to see it. But part of me thought that if I confronted him in public he wouldn’t argue.. I want him to know that I know and not give him the chance to argue or try to convince me to stay.”

“So you don’t like confrontation?” 

“No that’s not it. It’s just… He’s my husband, I was ready to spend the rest of my life with him and start a family, you know. Now I had to hire a divorce lawyer, think about selling our home and try to put my life back together again.  Besides, he would probably sit there and try to convince me that I have no idea what I’m talking about or that it’s now what it looks like.”  

He just gave you a small nod. The waiter came by and you distracted yourself by looking around the room as Thor ordered some wine. Your hand flies to his when you finally see them in the middle of the room. His hand shifts and gives you a reassuring squeeze.

Your chest tightened as you watched them together. If you were a stranger, unaware of the situation you would think that they were a couple very much in love. Matt was attentive, he pulled Jane’s hand to his lips and smiled into the kiss. Jane looked beautiful as she blushed at the gesture. They were face to face with a small movement and their lips could connect. You had wished that the affair was nothing more than physical, that no one could give him that emotional connection you had but it was obviously not true. They kept their hands on each other and you realized that Matt had never been like that with you. You looked away as your vision blurred with tears. The waiter appeared with a bottle of wine, he presented it to Thor and then filled both your and his glass. Thor spoke with the waiter again while you grabbed the glass and drank it in one gulp before grabbing the bottle left behind and pouring more into the glass. When you looked up at Thor you saw a mixture of anger, sadness and acceptance in his eyes. His jaw was clenched and his fist was balled up so tight his knuckles were turning white. 

While you and Thor had just gotten there, Matt and Jane were almost done with dinner. It seemed like they had asked for the bill, instead a dessert was placed on their table and a bottle of wine presented to them. You looked at Thor for a moment and then back at them.

“Be ready.” He said under his breath.

“You sent them a dessert?” 

“What’s dinner without something sweet.” Just then you saw the waiter motion toward your table. You’re not sure where the surge of confidence came from but once Matt and Jane looked your way you brought your wine glass in the air, a silent cheers sent their way. All the color drained from Matt’s face once he realized that he’d been caught while Jane just stared wide-eyed. “Come on, we should go.” Thor whispered in your ear and you did as he said. 

Hurried steps followed yours as you walked out of the restaurant. Thor headed toward the car that was waiting for you both but you walked down the street. He turned and followed when he realized you were walking away from the restaurant to not cause a scene. There wasn’t a chance to check in with each other when Jane stopped in front of you.

“Thor I can explain.”

“What are you doing here?” Matt asked, angry and annoyed at your presence. 

“I could ask you the same thing.”  You said before he pulled you away from Jane and Thor to have a more private conversation. Thor followed you with his eyes, he didn’t like the way Matt had grabbed you, Thor could see the way his fingers were digging into the soft flesh of your arm. He knew you didn’t want to be alone with Matt at the moment and he all but walked over to end the conversation. 

“Thor,” Jane called out. “It was just a business dinner.”

“I’ve never had a business dinner like that before.” Thor scoffed when he looked back at her. She looked at him and then at the floor. 

“When did you find out?”

“Monday. Y/N came by the office. You know at first I didn’t believe her, how could she accuse you of such a thing, you’re friends. But she had proof, sexts and pictures you had sent her husband.” 

“It didn’t mean anything. It was just a fling.” Jane said with a shaky voice. 

“A fling.” His voice fills the quiet night air. “It’s lasted a year. If I wouldn’t have found out how long would it have kept going? If you were so unhappy with our marriage you should have just said so. There was no need for this. I love you so much, I would have done anything for you. Even if that meant letting you go.” 

“I’m sorry, I love you too. Please give me a chance to make this right.” 

The crack of skin to skin contact was heard and Thor looked up to see you bring your hand down from having slapped Matt. Even on the poorly lit sidewalk he could see your tear filled eyes as you looked at your husband. 

“What, are you mad that I’m telling the truth? You’re pathetic.” Matt walked closer to you, his hands balled into fists. For the first time ever you were afraid he would hit you. He opened his mouth to say something else but was stopped when Thor’s fist connected to his face, knocking Matt to the floor. 

“Come on, there’s no need to subject ourselves to this any further.” He said as he turned you toward the waiting car. 

“If you want to talk you can do so with my lawyer.” You inform Matt as you take the signed documents along with all the evidence and throw it at his feet. 

“Thor.” Jane reached for him. 

“Don’t Jane, there is nothing you can say right now that will make me feel any better about this situation.” 

Thor opened the car door for you before walking around and getting in himself. You looked down at your hands in your lap. Tears fell freely as the car drove you further away from them. Matt’s words echoed in your head. The harshness in which he spoke to you when he had pulled you aside as if it were you ruining his relationship with Jane. Thor’s hand covered both of yours and you remembered he was there. When you looked up, his eyes held unshed tears, he offered a tight lipped smile before you looked away. As you slipped further into a neighborhood you looked back at Thor confused.

“Where are we going?” 

“My apartment, or I can drop you off at home or anywhere else?” 

You shake your head, you didn’t want to be alone but being with your friends would be overwhelming. 

The elevator doors open directly into a foyer. It’s simple in decor, a table to one side with a bowl for keys which Thor uses as he leads you further into the apartment. The decor is almost regal and it flows throughout all the rooms. You sit on one of the couches in the living room and take off the heels you’d worn. 

“Would you like a drink?” Thor asks from the bar in the corner of the room. 

“Something strong.” 

Thor grabs a glass and a bottle to pour you a drink. He moves swiftly through the living room and offers you the glass before sitting down beside you. In the silence all you could do was think of what Matt had said to you. How had he been able to talk to you like that so easily? Did your relationship mean nothing to him? 

“You shouldn’t waste your time thinking about him. He’s wrong about you.” Thor broke the silence and you scoffed. 

“It’s easy for you to say when you look like that.”

“And what exactly is it that I look like?”  

“Pfft I don’t know a god maybe?” You knock back your drink before placing the glass on the coffee table.

“Is that all you think that it takes? All you have to do is look good.” He looked at you, his jaw clenched.

“No, I’m sorry.” you said after a moment. It was true you and Thor couldn’t be more different if you tried. While he was tall and fit, you were shorter and you were heavier than when you first married Matt. “It’s what he says drove him away though.” 

Thor’s hands found their way to your thick thighs and he pulled you into his lap so that you were straddling him, causing your dress to ride up. “He’s a fucking idiot and it just shows he wasn’t a real man.”  His eyes burned into yours before he looked at your lips and back. “Let me show you how you should be treated.” 

Thor’s hand finds its way to the back of your neck and he pulls you in, connecting his lips with yours. You froze for a second before you started kissing him back, your hands moving from his chest up to his hair. You felt Thor’s hands move to your hips and he pulled you down so that you could feel his hardening length.

“That’s what you do to me.” 

 A moan escaped your lips as you rolled your hips trying to find any sort of relief from the ache building up between your thighs. Thor explored your mouth with his tongue and your body with his hands. Your red lipstick stained his lips, and he trailed it down your jaw and onto your neck where he nips and leaves marks. He pulls the strap of your dress down your shoulder and peppers your chest with kisses as your black lacy bra is revealed. Thor looks at you before pulling the cup down and swirling his tongue around your hardened nipple. 

Feeling bold you reach for the zipper on your dress and pull it down. Thor grabs the hem and pulls it up and over your head before reaching for the clasp of your bra and removing it as well. Suddenly Thor stands, his hands firmly gripping your ass as he encourages you to wrap your legs around his waist. Your lips found their way to his jaw as he walked deeper in the apartment and suddenly your back hit a mattress. He was fully dressed and you were in your lacy black underwear and you felt too exposed, Matt’s words started to echo in your head and you wanted to hide. Thor moved to hover over you and you realized he had removed his shirt. He kissed you tenderly before pulling back.

“Do you want this?” 

You nodded.

“I need to hear you say it.”

“Yes, I want this.” 

He smiled before kissing you again and slowly moving down your body. Thor nipped and kissed every part of you that made you self-conscious. His lips were soft and his eyes burning with desire as they looked up at you. With every touch, whether it was his hands or his lips, you felt need and slick pool between your legs and when you were finally completely bared your arousal was evident. You sucked in air when you felt his thick fingers trace along your folds. Thor brought it up to his mouth and cleaned them. 

“So good.”  

You swallowed thickly as he moved to lay between your thighs. The way Thor was talking was enough to have you clenching around nothing. He alternated between kissing and leaving small bite marks on your inner thighs, his beard gracing your sensitive skin all the way up until you felt him kiss your mound. Thor licked a slow long stripe from your weeping entrance to your clit before he took the sensitive bundle of nerves into his mouth, a groan escaped his lips. He would change it up from focusing on your clit to teasing your entrance, you moaned and whined until you felt a finger push into you. The man who was currently reducing you into a puddle started at a slow pace and slowly built it up until he added another. You feel that coil low in your belly tighten as he adds another finger. Your hips jerk toward him and he puts his free arm around you to keep you still. The combination of his tongue and fingers driving you closer to an orgasm.

“Right there. F-fuck.” you gasped as you reached to grab and tug on his hair. “Thor I’m go-”

“That’s it,” he said as he looked up at you  before latching on to your clit again and sucking hard. Thor feels the way you clench around his fingers, urging him to keep going. You throw your head back with a moan as the pleasure he’s so freely giving you builds. “Let go, dove.” 

His words push you over the edge as your orgasm washes over you. You can feel he continues to lap up your release not wasting a single drop before he’s kissing his way back up to your mouth. Thor’s beard glistening with nothing but you. When he kisses you again you can taste yourself and you moan. 

He pulls back and looks down at you, pupils full blown with lust and a smirk on his lips. Your hands go to his belt and you undo it quickly before pulling it through the belt loops. You make quick work of unbuttoning his slacks and pulling on the zipper. Thor moves just as you're about to push his pants and boxers down. He removes the offending clothing and tosses it somewhere behind him. Before he could get settled again between your thighs you pushed against one of his shoulders. You felt him tense slightly but he laid on his side to allow you to get up and leave if that’s what you wanted. But you didn’t stop when he moved, you continued to push until he was on his back. 

“My turn.” You say with a smile as your hand slides up his muscular thigh. He’s heavy in your hand and you appreciate how big he is as you begin to move your fist up and down. Thor groans when he feels your mouth on him. 

You run your tongue from the base to the tip before swirling it around and tasting the bead of precum. Thor’s hands find their way into your hair just as you take the head of his cock into your mouth. His hips jerk upward and you take more of him. He moans as you begin to bob your head up and down. 

“Fuck, just like that. Show me what that pretty little mouth can do.” 

It’s your turn to moan at his words. Your nails dig into his thigh as you hollow out your cheeks. His cock twitches against your tongue and soon you find Thor pulling you off of him. A string of spit connects you to his length before he pulls you in for a filthy kiss. 

“Such a good girl for me. But I want to be in that tight little pussy when I come.” He all but growled against your lips. Thor sits up, his hands are on your hips as he guides you over himself. You move to straddle him, placing your hands on his shoulders as you move. He stops before things go further. “fuck I don’t have protection.” 

“I’m clean, and I’m on birth control.” You reassure him. 

“I’m clean too.” Thor aligns himself with your entrance and you gasp as you feel him stretch you out. You rest your forehead against his, taking a moment to adjust to his size before you start moving. Thor’s hands are on your hips as he helps you bounce on his cock. Nothing but the sound of both your moans is heard. It doesn’t take long for you to feel closer to another orgasm. Thor kisses, nips and marks your neck as you grind into him. 

“Fuck, so good.” You whimper as he thrusts up to meet you. 

“I can feel you’re close, Dove. Come for me.” He growls into your skin and it’s all you need to fall over the edge. You throw your head back as the second orgasm washes over you and suddenly you’re on your back. “You are so beautiful.” He murmurs before he starts moving again. Your nails dig into his back as Thor’s pace quickens. 

It’s a bit overwhelming, the intensity of his electric blue eyes as he looks at you come undone, the smirk he gives you when your eyes meet, the way he rolls his hips hitting your g-spot over and over again. But most of all it was the way you feel connected with Thor. It’s somehow more intimate than what you’ve felt before, maybe because of the situation you find yourselves in but you’ll take what you can get and you pull him down for a kiss. 

You aren’t sure if it’s an entirely new orgasm or just the last one still sending waves of pleasure through you but you feel your legs shaking as Thor continues his fast pace. His hips stutter and he curses under his breath. After a few more thrusts you feel his cum coat your velvet walls. 

Thor kisses you again before slowly pulling out and then laying next to you. The bed dips and you follow his movement with your eyes, too tired to actually move. He comes back with a damp cloth and his hand disappears between your thighs as he cleans you up before pulling the covers over you. He tosses the cloth somewhere behind him and lays down again. You turn to face him only to find him already looking at you. 

“C’mere.” He says before wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer. 

With your head resting on his chest and his hand moving up and down your back it doesn’t take long for your eyes to close. It’s the best sleep you’ve had in a month and the best sex you’ve had in years. 

The last thing you thought about was how could anyone leave someone like Thor for someone like Matt.

You were in Steve’s office. Him and Nat were definitely surprised to see you early on Friday. But you had promised you would tell them how it went. So while Nat and Steve were face to face you facetimed Sam and Bucky. Telling them everything that happened.

“So let me get this straight,” Bucky said. “He said he found you disgusting and that you were pathetic for thinking he could still be attracted to you?” 

“Yeah, and he said he was glad that I miscarried because he didn’t want to be tied down to me.” You sigh and you blink back tears. “He said that no one would ever want me and that I didn’t deserve to be happy or have anyone love me.” 

Steve put an arm around you and held you close to his chest, just allowing you to shed those tears you had been holding in.

“I’m gonna kill him.” Nat said and the others voiced their agreement. 

“It doesn’t matter what's done, it's done. I just have to focus on what I’m going to do next.” 

“What happened with Thor?” Steve asked.

“What do you mean?” 

Nat eyed you suspiciously, in the whole conversation you had barely mentioned him. And now that she was really looking at you there was something different about you. You seemed to get a little flustered every time he was mentioned. Suddenly she gasps. 

“You whore you slept with him!” She announced excitedly. You know she didn’t mean it in a negative way but you still grimaced when she jokingly called you a whore. “Tell us everything.”

“What is there to tell? We were at his place and then we slept together. I left this morning before he woke up.” 

“But was it good?” 

“Let’s just say 3 times and I’m gonna be walking funny.” 

Nat and Sam smirked, Bucky had his mouth hanging open and Steve just looked confused. 

“3 times what?” 

“Oh babe.” Nat said before leaning in and telling him what you meant. Immediately Steve blushes and clears his throat as he nods. 

“So What’s next?” 

“I have no idea.”

A year and a half later

There was still a hint of winter cold in the spring breeze that blew gently. It was enough to make you shiver slightly even though you were dressed warmly. You weren’t standing outside of the shopping center just for the fun of it though. No you currently had a fussy 9 month only child in your arms and she had been screaming her head off just a few minutes ago. You had decided that taking a moment outside would do everyone good. As you rocked her and cooed sweet little nothings you heard an all too familiar voice, it was deep and with an accent that brought back sinful memories.

“Y/N?” Thor asked. You turned in his direction. Damn he looked good. 

“Thor, Hi.” 

He opened and closed his mouth a few times. Slightly at a loss for words. After you left he had tried to reach out but you were nowhere to be found. He would be lying if he said he didn’t think about you constantly. Although at the moment his concern was something else entirely. 

“Is she mine?” He finally asked. It was only fair to ask, if you thought about it of course it made sense he would think that. 

“Oh my god,” you chuckle as you shake your head. “No, she's my niece. We were just taking a break from the flashing lights.” 

You nodded in the direction of a photography studio just behind him. There was a moment where his reaction looked like a mixture of disappointment and then relief.

“So how have you been?” 

“I’m better now but to be honest I struggled a bit over the last year.” He answers. “How about you?” 

“Good. Better than I thought I’d be actually. My job actually had me in Europe for a while. I just got back a few weeks ago. I think it really helped me.” 

“That’s good. Are you back for good?” 

“Yeah. No more galavanting around Italy for me.” You smile up at him and he returns it. 

“Listen. I was wondering if-“ 

“Thor?” He had been cut off before he was able to finish what he was going to ask. Jane had walked up to both of you while you were distracted with each other. Her arm wrapped around his before she turned to look and smile at you. “Y/N, It’s good to see you. How have you been?” 

“Great, oh I almost forgot. I never thanked you for sleeping with my husband. Best thing to ever happen to me.” So maybe you weren’t great and sometimes you were still angry about the whole thing. But you have improved immensely since first finding out all those months ago. 

Thor held back his laugh, instead shaking his head and smiling in your direction. Jane stood there stunned for a second before turning her attention to Thor. 

“Are you ready? We’re going to be late for our reservation.” She doesn’t wait for an answer and instead walks away from both of you. 

“It’s not what you think.” 

“It’s ok Thor. I should head back anyway.” You say, sounding more disappointed than you would have liked. He calls your name but you quickly make your way back into the studio.

“Hey is everything ok?” Steve asked as he made his way over to you and took his daughter. 

“Yeah, everything is good.” You smile at him but it doesn’t reach your eyes and he notices. He decides to keep you occupied instead of pressuring you to tell him.

“Come on then, we want some pictures with you.” 

Your afternoon had been busy. After finishing up at the photography studio you and Nat went shopping. It had been fun but your mind kept thinking about Thor. You had no choice but to be honest with yourself, you knew that there had been a connection that night and you thought he felt it too. But seeing him still with Jane made you question if he had felt it or if it had been a figment of your imagination. A knock at your door stops your thoughts from spiraling anymore.  

“Thor, what are you doing here?” You ask as you open the door. 

“I wanted to talk to you. I think there were things that were left unsaid. I’ve already waited a year and half. I don't want to wait anymore.” 

He gives you a hopeful look and his gaze is just as intense as you remember. His eyes brighten when you open the door wider and ask him to come inside. You apologize for the mess of boxes and show him to your living room.

“Do you want anything to drink?” 

Thor shakes his head before taking a deep breath. You stared at him, waiting for whatever it was that he had to say.

“Jane and I, we’ve been divorced for a couple of months now.”

You stare at him, disbelief evident in your gaze. 

“Today was actually the first time I’d seen her in months. She called me and asked to talk. Apparently Matt was seeing someone else. She wanted to talk about possibly working things out.” 

“Then why are you here Thor?” You looked away from him, bracing yourself to be told that that night was a mistake. That he could never be with someone like you. That it was a moment of weakness on his part.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you. Not since that night. When I woke up and you were gone I was disappointed.” You can feel his eyes on you and you finally meet it.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you either. But Thor we were both heartbroken and looking for comfort. It just so happened that we found it in each other.” 

“Come on, Dove.” 

You swallow thickly at the nickname and he notices. A mischievous grin appears on his face and he moves closer to you until he can pull you up onto his lap. You’re straddling him just like you had that first night. Thor’s hands settle on your hips, and you feel him squeeze your soft curves.

“I know you felt it too.” He leans up and places a flurry of kisses on your neck and jaw while you keep your hands on his shoulders.“One chance is all I ask for. Let me take you on one date.” He looks up at you, eyes full of hope.

“As long as you don’t take me to any French restaurants.” 

He laughs and you can’t help but join him. 

“I’ll take you wherever you want. You just have to tell me.” 

You lean down, and capture his lips with yours. It was needy and passionate. You had almost forgotten how his lips felt against yours and it felt good to get reminded of it.

“How about my bedroom for now.” 

“As you wish, Dove.” He stands and you wrap your legs around his waist and point in the direction of your room. 

After what happened with Matt you weren’t sure you’d ever be able to trust anyone with your heart anymore. But along came Thor who had been hurt just as you had and gave you hope. He showed you that you were still worthy of love.

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Title: Size

Pairing: Soft Dark!Thor Odinson x Reader

Kink Prompt: Size [Size Kink]

Word Count: 1,956

Summary: You accept a catering job from a customer.

Warnings: Noncon/Dubcon, Lightly Implied Kidnapping, Obsessive Behavior, Size Kink, Stalking, Smut, Darkfic, Forced Intoxication, AU: Dark, Dead Dove: Do not eat, Minors DNI!

A/N: entry number five and the latest of my very late week 2 fics for my kinktober celebration! mind the tags and warnings, as always, and enjoy! divider by @firefly-graphics​

Thor’s… infatuation begins as all things do—small. 

 It is perhaps the turn of your head as you make his coffee—dark and sweet, the way he likes it. Or maybe the set of your mouth as you pour, full lips pressed together into as you concentrate. Small, soft hands, sweet, round face, filling his thoughts to bursting, and still he cannot get enough of you. Your flour smudged cheeks, fingers stained with spun sugar, you are as addictive as the sweets he lines up for, standing a full head taller than every other person in the queue. 

 He isn’t entirely sure when he began coming for you instead of the sweets lining the shelves and window displays of your shop. His first visit, Thor had thought of nothing else besides assuaging his craving for sweets. Now, however, his thoughts are consumed with other things—

 Like whether or not the girth of his cock will fit between your pretty lips. 

 He inhales the scent of warm sugar and browned butter, shifting impatiently. He wants to force his way to the front, demand you close down and serve only him, the way he would if he were home, on Asgard. But he knows that you require a light touch, a gentler hand. The way you peek bashfully up at him through your lashes when he finally reaches the front of the line tells him this. 

 “H-hello, um, again,” you say, a smile spreading across your full lips. Your hair is tied back with a white kerchief, but a few curls spring out to frame your pretty face. He watches your throat move as you swallow nervously. 

 “Greetings,” he replies, gracing you with a charming smile. He rubs the back of his neck a little, as his smile turns embarrassed. “I fear I simply cannot stay away.” His self-deprecating laugh earns him a sweet little laugh. 

 “Oh gosh. That’s, you’re just—“ You stammer nervously, shaking your head. “Flatterer.”

 “We had a baker, in the castle. His only task was to deliver the finest of pastries to us. I fear you have him beat on all accounts.” You shake your head, laughing again, this time with disbelief. “And that is not flattery. It cannot be flattery if it is true.”

 Uncomfortable with the compliment, you try to steer the conversation back to the transaction, the one thing Thor is trying to put off. “You’re too kind. What can I get for you today?” 

 “I shall have two of your fruit tarts. And one of these, please.” He points to a delicately frosted cookie in one of the display cases. As you’re puttering about getting his order together, Thor clears his throat. “I also come with a business proposal.” 

 You stop and turn to look at him. “Like… a catering thing?” 

 He nods. 

 “Yes. We are to celebrate the start of the harvest season, might you grace our tables with your talents?” You swallow again, teeth sinking into your deliciously plump lower lip as you slowly drop the cookie into a wax paper bag and replace the tongs on the lid. 

 “Where is it?”

 —

 New Asgard is not as glorious to behold as his home once was, but he is still impressed by the traditional architecture the remainder of his people have been able to erect. The mead hall is bright and bustling with activity, the festivities well underway. Thor watches as you flit from serving table to serving table, fussing over the plates. When you see him watching you, you smile apologetically. 

 “Sorry. I get… controlling, when I cater.” You nervously tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “I hope everything has been good.”

 “Delicious. I could not have asked for better.” He produces a goblet of Asgardian wine, and it’s massive in your small hands. “I do not believe you have partaken.” He smiles. “It is a celebration, is it not?”

 You try to put the goblet down on the small table, but Thor’s smile drops by a fraction. He sees the desire to please in you plainly, and this time is no exception as you hesitate, and then turn back to him. 

 “I’m—well, you know, I’m working, technically.” He looses a booming laugh in response.

 “If you are working, then I am your employer, am I not? Please, enjoy the evening.” He watches you carefully as you tip the goblet up to your lips. Your eyebrows rise with surprise. 

 “This is good, actually.” You sniff at the alcohol, looking up at him. “I’m not really much of a drinker,” you admit with a sheepish look. 

 “Mead. Our finest. You’ll find the quality quite different from that of your Midgardian brew.” 

 “Yes, it’s sweeter,” you chirp, taking another sip. Thor is careful to keep the knowing smile from his face. “I like it.” He chats idly with you as you finish it, draining the goblet. 

 “I must ask. What led you to this profession?”

 “Oh, um. My grandmother, actually.” The alcohol has loosened your tongue. You press a hand to your warm cheek. “I grew up with her, and she was always baking. I’m sure you can tell,” you point at yourself, a self-shame dripping from every syllable. 

 “I’m afraid I do not share that particular Midgardian sensibility,” he says casually. “My people find a,” he pauses, letting his eyes linger on yours for a moment more than was appropriate, “robust figure to be a sign of good health.” His smile widens by a fraction. “And virility.”  He turns to a passing server, and plucks another two goblets of wine from her tray. Thor presents one to you, and you’re too flustered not to take it. 

 You take a few sips, and Thor readies his timed apology. “I’m sorry, I did not mean to offend.”

 “Y-you, um, you didn’t.” You’re eager to change the subject, and Thor obliges. 

 “Would you like a tour?” He asks, the smile on his face turning proud. “I would be honored to show you.” You want to be talking about anything other than yourself, and so you nod as Thor watches you drain your second goblet. 

 “Yes, yes please. That would be wonderful.” 

 He walks you through the tapestries lining the walls of the great hall, victories and feats of valor performed by his father, his ancestors. There are artifacts on marble pedestals in the hallway, and as Thor closes the large doors behind him, the sound of festivities fades into interminable silence. You marvel appropriately at his treasures, and Thor beams at you. 

 “My father’s helm,” he replies, nodding at the golden helmet you stand in front of. “It was quite something to see him ride into battle.” 

 “These are amazing,” you reply earnestly. “I’m… I’m very sorry. About what happened.” 

 His smile turns grim. “Yes.” He grimaces. “A loss I fear my people shall never recover from.” The long hallway begins to slope upward, leading to a set of stone steps. He leads you up them, and you follow unquestioningly. His own chambers are above the mead hall, ornately furnished in the style of his destroyed home. You gape at the luxury of it as he leads you inside, your eyes moving from the brightly lit fire in the hearth to the bed, the balcony. The settees and pillows in front of the hearth make for fine seating, and there is a pitcher of wine and two glasses on the table. Thor motions for you to sit, and you do. 

 You smooth the silky fabric of your dress behind you carefully as you perch on the pillows, and Thor begins to pour you another glass. 

 “I really shouldn’t—”

 “What is another glass of wine between friends, hmm?” He asks, knowing full well that the inside of your skull must be buzzing fiercely already. Cowed, you meekly accept the goblet, raising it to your lips as he raises his. “I must complement you once again,” he says, and you fidget, drinking deeply from your goblet. 

 “T-thank you. I honestly… I can’t believe you asked me.” Thor settles himself beside you, close enough that your thighs touch. 

 “I could think of none better.” His hand falls to your shoulder, and you swallow thickly, and lean forward to place your goblet back on the little table in front of you. You miscalculate though, and almost miss. Thor quickly snatches the cup from your alcohol-clumsy fingers with a chuckle. 

“Careful, little mouse.”

 You duck your head.  “I’m—I’m sorry. I think I’ve had a bit too much to drink.” The words are slurry and heavy on your tongue, he can tell by how their edges run together, the words blurring like runny watercolor. “I—”

 “It is strong, is it not?” He hums, placing it on the table. 

 “Y-yes.” You blink up at him blearily before shaking your head. “I-I should go. Check back on the—” His hand clamps down your thigh, large enough to cover most of it with his palm. Thor squeezes gently. 

 “No, pet,” Thor chides you softly. “We’re having a conversation. It is rude to leave now.” You squeak as he squeezes again. “You know, I quite like you.” He revels in the feel of your soft skin under the thin fabric of your dress, his hand moving slowly up and down your thigh. Your eyes widen as you search for an exit, your mouth opening and closing while you try to find words to dissuade him.

 “Th-that’s very nice, but, I, um—”

 Thor chokes off your protests by lifting the goblet to your lips for you. He tilts it up as his other hand slides behind your head. Your eyes widen with shock, and you cough, sputtering as he tips the wine down your throat. Some of it runs out of the corners of your mouth as you choke on it, but far more of it goes down your throat. You feel dizzy and sick as he pulls away, swaying dangerously on the couch. 

 His hands are already working at his belts and trousers furiously, before loosing the cape at his shoulders. You lift a hand to your head as you try—and fail—to stand, falling back to the cushions. Thor hushes your drunken, mumbled protests with his own mouth, sighing as he runs his tongue along the seam of your lips. You’re so small, his hands span almost the length of your waist as he grabs you about the hips, pulling you down until your hips fit lewdly against his. You try to close your thighs around his hips clumsily. The movement forces your dress up your hips, exposing your panties as you fidget.

 “—I, wait—”

 “It’s alright, pet,” he brushes one of this thumbs across your lips, slipping it between them as you open your mouth to speak again. “I’m going to make you feel so good.” He groans at the sight of you, and slaps his cock against your vulva a few times for good measure. 

 “F-feel good?” You mumble drunkenly, looking up at him with wide, glassy eyes. 

 “Oh yes, pet,” he purrs, fisting his length in one hand. The thick, veiny length of him stretches almost to your belly button, and as he plays with the swelling nub at your center, you grow slick and whiny. Your breath hitches in your chest as he presses against your tight entrance, your cunt stretching reluctantly around his head. You whine, pressing your head back into the pillows as you huff through your teeth. 

 “T-too big, Thor—” The head pops inside and he feels you shudder, the words turning into an embarrassedly pleased moan. 

 “On the contrary pet,” he says lowly, drawing back only to drive in another few inches. “I think it’s just right.”

 fin

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[terry-perry]

Smile Through Your Fear and Sorrow

Pairings: Ex!Steve Rogers x Odinsdottir!Reader, Steve x Peggy (implied, but can also be open to interpretation)

Genres: Angst, songfic? (more of a story inspired by listening to a song multiple times), Family fic

A/N: Another AU for my popular AU. Basically a "What If...?" scenario where Steve and Odinsdottir break up because he stayed in 1945. However, he returns sooner than what we saw in Endgame. And not alone...

Inspired by ABBA's "Angel Eyes," as well as Charlie Chaplin's "Smile."

Enjoy the angst!

"No!"

"Yes!"

It was the talk of New Asgard now. Last night had been such drama.

"Last night, I took a stroll along the waters, and I saw him with this new woman! They looked very happy together."

Thor narrowed his eyes at the two women discussing this so openly at the bakery like this was entertaining gossip.

"You should've seen the way he looked at her. Absolutely spine-chilling!"

"Was it anything like how he'd look at the princess?"

"Oh no! This was even more intense!"

He had half a mind to lift up his hood and let his intimidating presence put a stop to their conversation. He had more important matters to attend to though. He turned back to the pastries displayed in front of him and pointed at the sweet bread he knew she loved. He hoped it would lift up her spirits for at least a moment.

Yes, it was true. Steve was not only back but has returned with another woman. They ran into him in New York after everything. It was not only a surprise to learn that he was back, but was with somebody else. Apparently, this was someone from his past that he brought back with him after returning the Infinity Stones. Someone he just couldn't be without.

Thor wanted so much to confront them, to at least talk to this woman about how she better be careful. This was all just a game to Steve. Everything might be lovely now, but it won't be long until there's trouble in paradise after realizing who he truly is. She'll be deceived by his charms and be forced to pay the price when the time comes.

Thor thought Y/N would think so so. He thought she might be hurt by Steve's sudden return, but she maintained that everything was fine. In fact, she kept going on with how happy she was for them.

Then the siblings decided to host a lovely gathering to help celebrate Mid-Summer. They invited their Midgardian companions who were very excited to help enjoy this celebration of light, fertility, and music. Even though Steve came and brought along his new female friend, Y/N kept insisting it was all right. Everything did seem to be okay at first, with everyone distracted by all the fun. Bonfires, traditional music, and the burning of corn dollies to celebrate the brightest time of the year were wonderful ways to forget about all worries.

Then last night happened.

On the third and final night of Mid-Summer, the new couple took the opportunity to announce their engagement. That was when Thor witnessed it. It was only for a brief moment, but he managed to spot the tears springing into her eyes and her lips trembling.

A dull, hollow feeling filled his chest as he saw her. Then, a flicker of light appeared. He saw her with a smile and a fresh face, which was nothing like the broken look he just saw. The split second of changing energy was too quick for everyone else to notice as they were in the midst of congratulating the newly engaged couple. He was the only one worried about what she would think, and he finally saw that everything wasn't okay.

Try as she might, Thor finally saw how not-okay Y/N actually was.

To Be Continued...

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