#i want coffee but then again i was supposed to be off snoring a few hour ago

[kira-s-cat]

Honestly thanks to totcf volume one,

I can handle plot twists better

But thanks to that too, I'd try to anticipate what comes next by overthinking but then it's always illogical plot twist yet still makes sense if you understand it enough

The plot twists are on fan theory level, but that part where it won't really make sense until canonically confirmed and explained

[agi-ppangx]

low battery (han jisung x gn!reader)

no warnings, fluff/comfort, just two lovers comforting each other after a long evening; 0.5k words

author's note: this was requested by my lovely green, i hope you'll like it although its not my best work<3 also its not proofread so i apologise for any mistakes and typos🫡 please remember that feedback and reblogs are highly appreciated🫶🏽

“baby?” jisung called out as soon as he heard the door open, followed by your heavy sigh. you remained silent as you took off your shoes, happy that you don’t have to wear them anymore that day. dropping your bag on the floor you dragged your feet to the living room where jisung was laying on the couch, a fluffy blanket draped over his shoulders as some anime was playing quietly in the background. 

“hi,” you muttered, giving him a little peck on the forehead, and decided to grab some water from the fridge. “i thought you were supposed to go out with the boys tonight?” 

he sighed at your words, pausing the show. “i joined them for a while, but they invited their girlfriends and it felt too crowded after a while.” 

“did you at least have fun?” 

“i mean, yeah, we went to that new restaurant down the street. i have to take you there sometime, the food was amazing,” he responded with a small smile and you mirrored it. “i had to give up karaoke though.” 

you let out a little mhm, sitting down next to him and hugging him. for a moment it was silent between the two of you, you didn’t really know what to say more, you knew exactly how he felt after the night out.

“how about you? how was the dinner?” jisung broke the silence. 

“boring, tiring… do i have to say more?” you whined, taking a sip of your water. you put the bottle on the coffee table in front of you and without a word laid down, placing your head on jisung’s lap. “my boss was so annoying, he kept making those weird jokes about dogs. he was so drunk, you wouldn’t believe it,” you giggled as you recalled your memories from a few hours ago. he laughed at your words, trying to imagine your boss in that state and soon after the comfortable silence once again settled between you two. 

when jisung and you started dating you were afraid he’s gonna think you’re weird for being so tired after nights out. it’s not that you didn’t enjoy it, but social interactions simply exhausted you. as a kid your family used to make fun of you for wanting to leave any types of family parties, thinking that your weariness was a sign of disrespect. that’s why when jisung happened to not only understand you perfectly in that matter, but also feel the same, you were relieved. some might think it’s nothing, but you finally felt seen and validated.

“i’m so exhausted, sungie…” you yawned.

“i know, baby, i know,” he whispered, running his fingers through your hair. you closed your eyes, relishing in the quiet moment, glad that the day was almost over. “you can rest now, i got you.” 

“i love you,” you mumbled quietly, but he managed to catch that, smiling to himself before leaning over and placing a kiss on your temple. 

no more words were said as you melted into jisung’s lap. soon your soft snores and the anime on the tv were the only noises in the apartment as you recharged, feeling the most comfortable in each other’s presence. 

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[starkwlkr]

you should definitely have Olivia + her brothers do that challenge where it’s like “who’s more lenient” “who’s more strict” and the kids dunk Hugh and Mom head into water or something like that 😭 and then have Mom & Dad do it to them “who is more rebellious” “who asks for more money” “who does their school work” etc

do it for the tiktok | hugh jackman

an: thank you anon for the request!! olivia back at it again with the tiktok trends 😭

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“But I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Well for starters, you’re not supposed to drown me in the bowl!” You were nervous, but prepared yourself.

“Mom, you have to do it for the tiktok!”

Olivia had the bright idea to do a tiktok trend with her family. She found the audio for the trend then quickly explained the trend to her parents. On the table were two large bowls filled with water. When Olivia explained, you were certain so many things would go wrong. You sat next to Hugh, who was more than ready.

“Alright, are we ready?” Olivia asked everyone. Alex and Reese mumbled a ‘yes’ while Hugh have a thumbs up, you nod. “Okay, lets start.”

“Who’s more strict?”

You were dunked into the water by all three kids without warning. It was fast, but it caught you by surprise. “Oh my god.” You said when you came back up.

“Who’s the messiest?” You and Hugh stayed safe for that question. You were both pretty organized people.

“Who’s is the worse driver?”

You already knew it was coming. Your head got dunked in the water by Olivia.

“I’m not that bad!” You protested.

“Who snores the loudest?” Finally it was Hugh’s turn to get dunked. Water spilled everywhere, some splashing on your clothes.

“I don’t like this game anymore.” Hugh wiped his face off with a napkin.

“Who’s more likely to get arrested?”

None of the kids knew the answer so they didn’t do anything.

“Who’s the cooler parent?”

For that, both you and Hugh went down. At least the kids thought you were cool and that was all that mattered.

It was now the kids turn to be dunked into the water bowls. You added a third one since it was Alex, Reese and Olivia. You and Hugh were more than ready to get some revenge.

“Who’s the messiest?”

Hugh and you put Olivia’s head in the bowl. She was already expecting to be dunked anyways.

“I’m pretty sure she has a coffee pot under her bed. Stop trying to be Nancy Thompson, Liv.” Reese teased.

“Who got into trouble more growing up?”

You dunked Alex’s head, Hugh let you do the honor. You had lost count of how many times Alex’s principal called when Alex was in school. You never received any complaints about Reese, while with Olivia it was just a few.

“I’m pretty sure my teachers hated me.” Alex laughed, grabbing the napkin Hugh passed him to wipe his face off.

“Who asks for more money?”

Since both Alex and Reese had their own, that left Olivia to be the one that somewhat relied on you and Hugh financially. Hugh was the one that dunked Olivia in the water.

“Speaking of asking for money…” Olivia smiled.

“No, I’m not giving you money.” Hugh said.

“Fine, a birkin will do just fine.”

“Who is the most rebellious?”

Easy, none of the kids. (But if you were to ask that question a couple years ago, it would be Alex getting his head shoved into the water.)

“Who is the favorite child?”

For the last question, you and Hugh dunked all the kids’ heads in the water.

@kellyxo1

[lokischocolatefountain]

Sickness and Health

A married!Javi Drabble based on this request

Series Masterlist

Rating: All fluff except for a few inappropriate words

A/N: I had to use this gif because I couldn’t think of anything for sick Javi. Just imagine he’s wiping his snot instead of his sweat (you’re welcome for the new mental association I’ve created)🤪. I got this request a month ago and I’m writing it only now 🙈 Sorry anon requester, but I hope you see this and like it 💜

I’ll be fine, he said. It’s just allergies, he said. My god querida, stop mothering me, he said. Yet here he was, flopped on the sofa with a leg on the floor as he snored. The man never came home before her. There were times when he’d come home briefly in the morning to shower and put on a fresh set of clothes before bolting out the door with nothing to spare her other than a rushed kiss. And now here he was at 5 PM, sleeping.

She placed a hand on his forehead, wincing when she found him burning up. Not to say she told him so, but she told him so. But he would hear none of it. The man dropped her off at work with the promise that he’d take an Advil if he needed before driving away to the embassy. He probably forgot. Or his promise was made just to placate her, stop her from being the nagging wife.

She didn’t quite know how to do it, the wife thing. Was she supposed to force a pill down his throat? Would she be the annoying nagging wife men talked shit about to their friends if she did? Was she supposed to leave him be? Would she be a bad wife for neglecting him and letting him go to work ill?

Knowing the man, he probably didn’t have anything to eat. His only intake was whiskey and tobacco from all the smoking he did. Was she supposed to pack him lunch? Send food to the embassy? She didn’t know. He never asked for anything and was happy to eat what she gave him when he came home. She provided dinner, leaving it on the table and leaving a note on his bed reminding him to eat it. Sometimes she managed to force a glass of OJ into his hand in the morning. But that was all. Lunch was a big question mark. What he ate when in Medellin was a blind spot.

Retrieving some chicken, carrot, celery and broth from the refrigerator, she got to work. With some time, spices and low music playing on the radio, the soup was ready to be served.

She poured some into a bowl, placed it on the coffee table and hovered over him. Beads of sweat had collected on his forehead, either from the hot weather or his sickness. Messy black hair stuck to his forehead and she reached over and pushed it back.

“Javi…”

Nothing. She placed a hand on his shoulder and shook gently. “Javi?” He stayed still as a rock. Goddamn. The man usually woke up at the slightest noise. A bullet could leave a gun two miles away and he would hear it. It was rare that he slept at all, so when he did, she did everything in her power to keep his surroundings quiet.

“Mi amor…” she called, caressing his sweat soaked forehead. “Come on, get up. You need to eat something.”

He trembled under her touch and whined something incomprehensible. She tried again, called his name while giving gentle rubs to his shoulders. “…hurts.”

“I know, baby. I know,” she said, smiling at his half-awake form. He looked so sweet like this, so innocent and childlike. She wanted to pick him up like he was a puppy and give him a million kisses. He might be a big bad federal agent but sleeping on their couch like this, he was her little puppy.

“… ‘s the paperwork and…Wysession…la Quica…umm and yeah what do I think?” He mumbled, making her laugh. This fucker would not survive without his job. It took a few more tries and sweet words, some of which embarrassing enough that she’d never repeat to him if he were awake. His eyes opened a little, his mumbling about work dimmed down and he spoke her name.

“Yeah. It’s me. Get up. I made soup. You should have some, have a Tylenol and sleep on the bed. Okay?”

“What time is it?” He asked, sitting up suddenly.

“Six thirty three.” The man always wanted the exact time. No rounding up or down. It was unnerving.

He buried his face in his hands and rubbed his eyes with the flat of his palms. “Fuck. Got an early meeting at eight with Noonan. Gonna be late. She’ll kill me,” he said, getting up. He hunched over the couch, hand gripping on to the leather of the headrest for support as his other hand clutches his head.

“8 PM is not an early meeting. Unless you’re talking about a meeting scheduled for tomorrow morning.”

“Tomorrow? Wait, what’s the time?”

“Six thirty. In the evening. You have a bad fever and you were asleep on the couch when I got home at five.”

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath.

“Yeah. Fuck. Now sit down and have some soup. You can’t have Tylenol on an empty stomach.”

“Actually, I can. The body absorbs it faster on an empty stomach.”

“Alright buddy, sit down and have the soup,” she said, coaxing him to sit next to her on the couch. He sat a bit too close to her, leaning on her shoulder and placing his weight on her.

“Feel like absolute shit,” he said, dipping the spoon into the bowl of hot soup. He blew on it once and then twice before drinking it. “So good.”

“Thank you, baby,” he said, pulling her to his side. She did not want to contract whatever he had and proximity would increase the chances of infection. But she didn’t have the heart to push him away. Even on a normal day, the man liked physical contact with her. It could be anything from a hand on her back when they were out in public to full on cuddling her in bed. He just showed his affection through touch. She didn’t want to deny him affection when he was so vulnerable and soft.

He drank it down quietly, wincing every now and then from his headache. He even surprised her by asking for a second helping and she gave it to him gladly, even topping his bowl up another time when he wasn’t looking.

“Now Tylenol.”

“Nooo,” he whined, flopping back on the backrest of the couch. “Hate pills.”

She laughed and popped a pill out of the foil wrapper before handing a glass of water to him. “Aww, is the big baby afraid of pills?”

“Not scared,” he pouted and folded his arms over his chest, looking like a petulant three year old. Good god. Was this really the man being paid by the US government to catch Escobar? Or was he the secret sweet cuddly twin to her grumpy sassy Javi?

“Right. Definitely not scared. Now have it.”

“I’ll be fine without it. Just need to sleep.”

“Sure, Dr. Peña. If you say so,” she teased. She was definitely noting down all the details of his behavior in her head to tease him with later. “Can you have the liquid Tylenol?” She asked, recalling seeing a bottle of it in their medicine cabinet.

“Yeah.”

“Okay,” she said, getting up to go fetch the Tylenol for him. Before she could step away, his hand wrapped around her wrist. She looked back at him to find him staring at her with those big brown eyes, all wide and precious. He was still grumpy, but less intimidating and more adorable. “I need to take my hand with me, Agente…”

“No.”

“No?”

“Don’t go. I miss you.”

“It’ll just be gone for a minute. I’ll get you your Tylenol and be right back.” Huffing, he finally let go of her hand. When she returned, he smiled up at her lazily before grabbing both her wrists.

“Javi…I can’t give you your medicine if you don’t let go of my hand.”

“Exactly.”

“Don’t tell me you’re afraid of this too. There is no plan C, Javier. Pill or this,” she said, holding up the bottle of the liquid acetaminophen.

“That tastes like shit.”

“Yeah. You’ll survive.”

“I wooooon’t,” he whined, pulling her onto his lap. He may be very sick, but he was still strong and worse, unaware of how much force he exerted. She fell with her face forward, smushing into his chest. She made a low sound of satisfaction before wrapping his arms around her and settling his chin on her head.

“Bebito…”

“‘m not your bebito. I’m your husband.”

“Yeah yeah. Then stop acting like a bebito, bebito.”

“Don’t do this to me. That thing tastes vile. Tastes like shit. Like, like horse shit mixed in with rat poison.”

“God, you drama queen,” she teased, adjusting herself on his lap to sit up properly. “It’s just 20 ml. Have some of it, drink some water to wash the taste off and go to bed. God knows you need the rest.”

“Fine. On one condition.”

“Uh huh?”

“Bit of whiskey after the medicine.”

Absolutely not.

“Of course, baby. All the whiskey you want,” she lied through her sweet smile. She did not have the energy to argue with a gigantic baby she couldn’t yell at. She’d make him have the medicine first and figure out the rest when she had to.

At the mention of whiskey, he smiled wider than the day they got married and happily let go of her wrists. She hissed at the dull pain around them, flushing when she realized just how strong he was. Yet he never used such strength on her, handling her gentler than this even when she asked for rough treatment. She’d have to ask for more the next time… she looked away from him embarrassed. The man was sick and delirious, for fuck’s sake. It wasn’t the most appropriate time to be horny.

“Tilt your head back,” she ordered and he followed immediately, exposing his neck to her. “Now open your mouth,” she said, bringing the little cup of the liquid to his lips. It went alright for the first second, but when it touched his tastebuds, he gagged and groaned.

“Uhh that was fucking disgusting!”

“That was just 10 ml. You need another 10 for the full dosage.”

“No, no, no. Please don’t do this,” he begged before sticking his tongue out as though casting out the organ for making him experience the medicine’s taste.

“Please, Javier… Just one more, okay?” She said, pouring him the other half of the dose. “Imagine you’re taking a tequila shot.”

“Then it should be on your bellybutton with salt on your tits and a lemon wedge between your lips.”

Horndog

“Suuure. You couldn’t tell it was evening and not morning just half an hour back but you think you can do a body shot, huh?”

“Absolutely can. You didn’t know me in college. Plus I’ll do anything to lick your tits,” he said, his eyes looking too adorable for the things he said. Shouldn’t he be too sick to be horny?

“Alright big guy, open up” she said, tipping his chin back and forcing the rest of his medicine down his throat. He groaned and whined once more and summoned a couple demons with the sounds he produced.

“Tequila?” He asked, pouting as he fixed his puppy dog eyes on her.

“Sure. Go sit on the bed and I’ll bring you the goods,” she said, helping him get off the couch.

“Perfect. You’re the best wife, you know that?”

“I’m your only wife. You don’t have much else to compare me to, do you?”

“Fine, I’ll get more wives. Test the hypo- hypo…tenuse?” He asked, squinting.

“Hypothesis.”

“That’s what I said.”

“You said hypotenuse. That’s the longest side of a right angled triangle.”

“The fuck,” he said under his breath, allowing her to lead him to their bedroom. When she’d gotten him to lie down, he pulled her to himself and held her to his chest. She was yet to have dinner and there was a tv program she’d wanted to watch before bed. But with his arms around her and his lips mumbling in his sleep, she couldn’t bring herself to pull away.

It wasn’t often that she got to be wrapped up in his arms at this early hour. Why fight it when she could savor it.

[marvelslut16]

The Flu

Prompt number: 22 "Who takes care of you?"

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner

Rating: T(een)

Word count: 2.8k+

Warnings: Age gap relationship. Dbf. Swearing. Boss and employee.

A/N: A few hours late for day 4, but I was a busy woman today. Aaron and Jack never go into the witness protection program, they catch Peter Lewis right away.

The job was just supposed to be temporary, one to help you get back on your feet after dropping out of school, and you got to help your long time infatuation Aaron Hotchner now that Jess was moving out of state. It was a win win in your eyes, and it got your dad off your back. But that was almost two years ago now, and there was no end in sight for your current arrangement as Jack’s live in nanny. 

The one flaw in your logic was how drop dead gorgeous your boss is. Not that that is new information, you’d been drooling over him since you were sixteen when you saw him shirtless at a backyard/pool party your dad threw. But now it’s so much worse, because he’s so sexy doing all of his mundane tasks. Making coffee at five in the morning with bedhead? Sexy. Making dinner in one of his tight white dress shirts when he gets home from a case early? Still sexy. Dressed down in casual clothes coaching Jack’s soccer team? The most sexy.

As you lament, yet again, to your best friend over text about how unfairly hot Aaron Hotchner is, the front door opens. As if he knew you were talking about him, he enters the house with a thud having dropped his go bag by the front door. He slowly makes his way to the kitchen, where you are, and when he does you finally notice how miserable he looks. His dark hair is slicked to his forehead, his face pale- except for his cheeks which are bright red, and his eyes are bloodshot.

“Oh my god, Aaron! Are you okay?” your voice raising an octave, you rush over to him and guide him to one of the barstools in front of his large island.  

“I’m fine, the team overreacted and sent me home,” he almost sounds convincing, until he finishes the sentence with a loud sneeze. 

“Awww,” you rub your hand up and down his back comfortingly. “Did Jackers give you the flu?”

“No,” he argues, and tries to quietly sniffle. 

“That’s it, straight to bed young man,” your hands resting on your hips as you tell him the same thing you told Jack a week ago when he came home from school with the flu. “While you take a nap I’ll make you some homemade chicken noodle soup.”

“It’s fine (Y/N), you don’t have to do that. I’m capable of making my own lunch,” he looks like a petulant child, his hands balled in fists also resting on his hips. 

“When was the last time you let someone take care of you Aaron?” you ask, becoming annoyed that he keeps fighting you. “Six months ago when you were in the hospital, that’s when. And then you still fought it tooth and nail. Who takes care of you?”

“I can take care of myself,” he starts coughing as a result of lowering his voice in order to use his boss voice. A voice he only ever uses on you when you try to care for him too.

“You want to go back to work again soon right?” he nods. “So just listen to me. Take some Tylenol and go lay down. Please let me make you some soup.”

He finally relents and heads upstairs to bed, but not before you get him a large glass of water. Thankfully you were planning on making chicken for dinner, so you already have some thawing. You waste no time and start cooking the chicken in one pot, then you chop the vegetables. After the chicken has been shredded and the soup is simmering, making the whole house smell delicious, you sneak upstairs to check on your patient.

You’re happy to see that he’s laying in the middle of his bed bundled up in his sheets with little snores escaping him.Despite him being sick, he still looks far more at peace and relaxed in this moment then he has since you met him back when he was still a prosecutor. After a few minutes of taking him in, you head back to the kitchen and toast and butter bread to go with his soup. The soup is done ten minutes later, and you ladle a nice heaping bowl for him. 

You trek back up the stairs, walk into Aaron’s room and stand beside his bed. You’ve woken him up a bunch of times when he falls asleep watching movies with you and Jack or when he falls asleep at the island going over paperwork for work, but this feels different. You’re in his bedroom, you’re boss’ bedroom. Overcoming your nerves you reach forward and gently shake his shoulder, he wakes with a start whipping his hand to grasp your wrist in a bruising grip. 

“Aaron,” you startle, he doesn’t register that you aren’t a threat in his half asleep stupor. “It’s me, it’s (Y/N).”

“(Y/N)?” he snaps out of it, face contorting into a frown when he sees his white knuckled grip around your wrist. “Shit! I’m so sorry!”

“It’s fine,” you smile lightly, rubbing your wrist when he finally lets go. “It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have woken you up like that.”

“It’s my fault,” he argues, sitting up and leaning against his mahogany headboard. “I couldn’t stop thinking about the case at work before I fell asleep, I must have dreamt about it.”

“It’s fine Aaron, I just wanted to let you know the soup is done, there’s a bowl cooling on the island for you,” you smile as you slowly back out of his room, suddenly feeling like you’re intruding. 

Aaron doesn’t say anything else, so you slip out of the room and head back to the kitchen to start cleaning up. Aaron joins you a few minutes later, wrapped tightly in his blue robe Jack picked out for him for Christmas last year. Aaron lets out an involuntary moan after taking a spoonful of soup, and you clench your thighs together at the delicious sound.

“This is the best chicken noodle soup I’ve ever had,” Aaron says once he’s scarfed down half of his bowl. 

“You hate chicken noodle soup,” you giggle, remembering the cute way his nose crinkled in disgust when that was the only soup at some fancy restaurant the team and their families went to last year. 

“Not this one!” he shovels in another spoonful. 

You give Aaron another helping of the soup, glad that he’s eating and hydrating himself, before putting the rest into a container and into the fridge. You have just enough time to wash the pot and counters before heading to pick Jack up from school.

“I’m gonna head out and get Jackers in a few minutes,” you tell Aaron as he starts sneezing again. “Once you finish that, go lay back down and drink lots of water.”

“You can’t tell me what to do,” he murmurs thinking you won’t be able to hear him. But you do, and you glare at him for his childish antics. He finally relents, “okay.”

The drive to get Jack isn’t very long, but after the whole Peter Lewis fiasco, Aaron won’t let Jack walk home or ride the bus. And you don’t blame him. Your dad told you about Jack getting stalked during one of your weekly phone calls while you were away for school, you were rattled for the Hotchner’s. 

“(Y/N)!” Jack comes running at you when he sees you, you bend down and scoop him into your arms and carry him to the car. You’ll never get tired of how excited he gets to see you when you pick him up, it’s the same happy reaction every day. 

“How was school buddy? Get all the homework you missed last week when you were home sick?” you bombard him with questions as you unlock the car.

“It was great! We got to play soccer in gym today and I scored three times!” Jack wiggles in excitement before you set him back on the ground. 

“That's great buddy!” you smile at him as he slips into his seat. 

“Yes I got all of my make up work,” he pouts once you get into the driver's seat. “Lots of fractions, and you know how much I hate those.”

“I’ll tell ya what, you do one of your math worksheets and then we can make your dad a get well soon card,” over your time with the Hotchner’s you’ve learned that bargaining is how to incentivise the both of them. “He came home from work early with the flu.”

“Dad’s home?” Jack start’s to excitedly bounce in his seat, happy that he’ll get to spend more time with his favorite person.

“Yeah, but just remember that he’s not feeling his best so he won’t be able to do a lot,” a bittersweet smile crosses your face, it’s not fair that they don’t get to spend more time with one another. It’s not fair that Aaron has to sacrifice his personal life to make the world a better place for everyone else. 

When you walk in the door you're greeted with the sight of Aaron bundled up on the couch under three blankets, the news playing quietly on the TV. Jack gives his dad a big hug before scurrying off to the kitchen to grab a snack and start his homework. You walk up to the lump on the couch that was once Aaron and reach your forearm forward to feel his forehead, and sure enough he’s much warmer than he should be. 

“I don’t feel good,” Aaron whines, making the same pouty face Jack made all last week. “Everything aches.”

“I know sweetheart,” you let the term of endearment slip without thinking, too focused on trying to comfort Aaron. “You have a fever, you need to drink lots of water and get out from under those blankets.”

“No,” he huffs, clutching onto his blankets like he needs them to live. “I don’t have a fever, it’s just cold in here.”

“Aaron it's seventy two degrees in here, it’s not cold. You need to take the blankets off, it’ll only make it worse,” he shakes his head sinking further into the couch. “Fine, if I go grab the thermometer and it says you have a fever, I’m taking both of your blankets into the kitchen with me while I help Jack with his homework.”

You don’t give him time to respond before you head to the upstairs bathroom where you had checked Jack for a fever this morning before school. When you get back to him, Aaron has sunk further down into the couch and cocoon of blankets trying to hide from the thermometer in your hand. You eventually get it in his mouth and sure enough he has a one hundred one degree fever.

“Hand over those blankets,” you reach your hand out for them, and he reluctantly gives them to you. “Now drink some water and watch the news. And no more blankets!”

You help Jack with two math worksheets before he remembers your deal, and demands you make a card. He decorates the printer paper in every color marker and tops it off with those marker stamps you got him for his birthday. Jack even makes you sign your name on the card. 

“Is this for me?” Aaron coughs and sits up when Jack thrusts the card in his face. “Aww thanks buddy, I love it!” Jack sits on the couch with his dad for a few minutes, but after seeing the news is on he gets up and leaves. 

“You feeling up for dinner?” you ask Aaron, when Jack heads back to finish some more homework. “It’s too late for me to make something, is there any take out you want?”

“Happy Meal!” Jack yells from the kitchen

“You heard the little man, we’re having McDonalds tonight,” Aaron smiles at you as you grab your keys and call Jack to come ride with you.

The rest of the night is stress free, Jack actually listens to you when you tell him it’s time to shower and get ready for bed, all because his dad is sick and doesn’t want to make it worse. Well it’s stress free where Jack is concerned, you still have to deal with the full grown baby you call your boss. 

“Time for bed Aaron,” you tell him after you’ve dried Jack’s hair and read him to sleep. “I know you don’t want to but you need to get your rest.”

“I’m not tired,” he says, even though he grabs your hand when you hold it out to him, you pull him out of his chair and lead him up the stairs and to his room 

“Now take two more Tylenol and go to sleep,” he reluctantly takes the pills out of your hand and throws them back dry.

“There, are you happy?”

“I’m ecstatic,” you deadpan, moving to fluff his pillows for him.

“Thank you,” Aaron catches your gaze when he speaks, making sure to hold it.

“It's my job,” you dismiss his praise, not wanting to let yourself think about it too much and read too deep into it. 

“No it's not, you always go above and beyond for us, for me,” Aaron gently catches the wrist he squeezed earlier making a mental image of the faint bruise marring your skin, and vowing to never let the world hurt you. 

“Aaron,” your breath catches at the delicate ghosting of his fingertips on the inside of your wrist.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispers, leaning forward and now it’s his lips ghosting over your wrist. You swear your heart stops when he pushes down harder, leaving a trail of kisses around your wrist. 

“What are you doing?” you ask breathlessly, the last thing you want is for him to stop, but you also need to make sure he’s in his right mind when doing this. 

“Kissing you,” the words fall out of his mouth effortlessly, like they’re said all of the time. His mouth travels up your arm and he’s kissing the sensitive crook of your elbow. 

Aaron pulls you down next to him in bed, quickly scooping you up and cradling you in his arms. You're at a loss for words, your dream is coming true. Aaron Hotchner actually wants you as much as you want him, and it isn’t a dream. When you’re lost in thought his lips descend on yours, and soon you get lost in him instead. There’s no rush to your kiss, just a slow languid strokes of his tongue twining with yours. It’s the perfect first kiss, there’s a heat to it, but no sense of urgency to get it over with. 

“(Y/N), you have my heart,” Aaron admits breathlessly, arms wrapping around you tighter. “I know it’s wrong for many reasons, but you made my heart beat again. You love Jack and you’re wonderful with him. He loves you. I love you. You take care of me even though you don’t have to, you are the most amazing person. You’re perfect for Jack and me.”

“You have my heart too, I love you too,” you grip his chin and pull him in for another kiss. “You and Jack are everything to me, I finally feel like I belong somewhere, here with the two of you. I never want to lose this, lose you.”

“You won’t,” he kisses you one more time before pulling away completely. “But you should probably go to your own room now, wouldn’t want you to get sick from sleeping with me tonight.”

“I was home with Jack all last week, I’m fine. Plus it’s probably better I stay in here and keep an eye on you,” he smirks, kissing you one last time before resting his head on your chest.  

The rest of the week is wonderful, Aaron still argues with you when you try to take care of him, but when Jack’s at school you two let the facade down. You cuddle with him and kiss him whenever you walk past him, making out on the couch like you’re two horny teenagers. Before you know it, it’s Sunday and Aaron is feeling better so he has to go into work in the morning. As the two of you say goodnight to Jack you start sneezing and the sniffling you’ve had all day rears its ugly head. 

“I told you not to sleep with me,” Aaron teases you after you close Jack's door, pulling you with him and back into his room.

“I’m fine,” your arguing falls short as you start sneezing again.

“I think the team can do without me for another case,” Aaron smiles as you slip into bed with him. “I need to be here to take care of you now.” Who would have thought the flu would be what finally got you two together?

[vampire-bite]

In an incredible turn of events, I have finally finished part two of this fic. Its been so long i lost the little "completed" stamp i used last time, but this is for "get it over with" from bad things happen bingo.

Dear God I Hope This Is Decent. If you prefer reading on AO3, its over here.

Sam was beginning to feel a bit like he was the parent of two particularly unruly children—unruly, hurting children, that he was consistently failing to help.

Mercifully, both newborns slept through most of the day. He supposed they were probably exhausted—with a helpful dose of daze from their body trying to heal, in Bright’s case—from the emotions of the day. But even with the free time he had due to their exhaustion, he couldn’t bring himself to do much. 

It hadn't seemed like much of a break from their usual routine. At first, at least. Bright got themselves into trouble. Frederick cared about them beyond reason. And Sam was left cleaning up their mess. But now, even thinking of it like that made guilt settle in his stomach. Any attempt to brush it off as just troublemaking just brought back the images of them covered in blood, crying. 

“Why don’t you just kill me already, since that’s clearly what you want?”

They flinched when he reached for them.

He couldn’t stop himself from picturing a version of himself, now long gone, who would've reacted the same way. Then, similarly, from imagining himself newly turned. Angry at the world that had taken his humanity from him. 

The bitter, almost cruel part of him that reared its ugly head so often when it came to them had finally fallen silent. All he had now was the other half, the one that still hurt. That yearned to be himself again.

It felt like a mirror being held up, leaving him face to face with his own reflection, and he wasn’t sure he liked what he saw.

He needed a drink. One that would actually work. The hangover would be nothing compared to how sick he felt right now. 

In the end, that was what brought him to the chair across from the couch Bright was still asleep on. If he didn't have something to focus on, he was certain he'd do something he'd regret. Concern—unusually, for them, rather than just about—was, shockingly, easier.

They looked so young now. Buried in his jacket and a few blankets he’d thrown over them when he noticed them shivering, a trail of drool running down their chin as small snores left them. A scar on their eyebrow—no doubt from their youthful recklessness. A problem child. But still a child, and one he was starting to realize he’d mistreated. 

He reached for their cheek to wipe dried blood off of a cut, an unfamiliar gentleness in his touch, and their eyes opened just slightly. There was a brief moment of drowsy confusion before he could practically see their walls go back up.

“....Hi,”  They said, their voice slow, tone questioning as they eyed him with something like suspicion, and never one to mince their words, they were as blunt as always, “You look like shit.”

“Thanks.” He rolled his eyes, but fought back a remark about how they didn’t look much better. It seemed insensitive, given everything that had happened. Like salt in their wounds, which despite his best efforts were still numerous.

They were still regarding him with suspicion—almost aggression—that they didn’t even bother to hide, but he found that it was oddly comforting, that there was something normal about all of this. That, and the look on their face left him unable to fight his mind away from how similar they seemed to the reckless wolf that had captured his attention.

Blankets fell to the ground as they sat up, retreating and curling up into themselves against the opposite side of the couch, like they were trying to get as far from him as possible, “You don’t need to watch me sleep. Creep.” Despite the harsh words, their voice wasn’t angry, just resigned. 

“There’s clean clothes on the table,” He nodded his head towards the coffee table, but they didn’t say anything. Their eyes just barely flickered down, but though they looked surprised by the gesture, they didn’t move to go change.

He wanted to leave them alone, leave the discomfort the conversation would bring for another day and run from his troubles. But he knew that if he didn’t say things now, he’d talk himself out of it before he could.

“We need to talk,” He said. Their body tensed and they moved to get off the couch, but he moved closer, reaching out to put a hand on their shoulder and hold them still. 

They recoiled slightly, but didn't push him away. “Can you just get it over with?” They asked, the hostility in their voice not quite managing to mask the soft pain beneath it, “So I can get out of here before the sun comes back up?”

The words made him stop. He thought over them for a moment, brows furrowing, and though he opened his mouth to respond no words came out. Nothing that he could say would explain the depth of his confusion, so he ended up just staring at them in bewilderment. They sighed. Heavy, angry, and melting into a few grumbled words.

“I know you’ve wanted me gone this whole time. Just get it over with. Like a bandaid.” Resigned, they stared down at their lap, seeming to almost shrink in on themselves as they spoke.

Really, he wasn't sure what he'd expected. Their statement took him aback, but he figured that it probably shouldn’t have. If anything had become clear due to their earlier breakdown, it was that they thought very little of him. But he couldn't say it was surprising, or that he blamed them. 

Maybe the worst part of that realization was he couldn't remember the last time he hadn't blamed them for something. 

It was obvious that they thought he was going to kick them out, and he could barely hold back a laugh at the thought. Admittedly, the idea that he didn’t want to be responsible for them had briefly crossed his mind a few times, though the memory now made him feel guilty.

Even still, he’d never seriously considered it. Besides the fact of how many people it would put at risk, besides the fact that Frederick would hate him, no matter how severely the two were at odds…. Even with his mind clouded with disdain, he couldn’t justify that to himself. They were just a kid. Sometimes he’d thought they were more trouble than they were worth, but that didn’t change the fact of it. 

He wondered how he’d missed it. Wondered how, with all that pain he’d felt through his bond with Frederick, it never crossed his mind that some of it was from them as well. They were the same, freshly turned, young newborns, who’s hunger for normalcy and comfort rivaled their thirst for blood.

They were just a kid. 

“I helped look for you while Frederick was driving himself insane with worry. Why in hell would I do all that just to send you away?” He blurted out the words before he could stop himself, but he knew immediately it had been the wrong thing to say.

Bright stiffened immediately, shoving his hand off of their shoulder, eyes lighting up in a glare as they got to their feet. “I don’t believe you,” They said, voice defiant, gaze angry, “He doesn’t care about me anymore. And you never did.”

The idea of Frederick not caring about them managed to get a laugh out of him. His concern was red hot and burning just like Sam’s own anger, the two too tied together to differentiate sometimes. It contrasted with the damp, subdued pain of both of their sadness, so they were easier to pick out. Easier to focus on. They scowled when he laughed, their fists tightly gripping the sides of his jacket, pulling it around themselves. 

“Don’t do that,” They forced out through grit teeth, making his laughter die instantly,  “Don’t mock me.”

“Do you have to assume the absolute worst of me?”

 Long, cutting silence followed his words. Maybe it wasn’t fair. Maybe he hadn’t given them a good reason to assume anything else, after all, he had a tendency to do the exact same thing to them. Still, a heavy sigh left him as he watched them roll their eyes.  

They were tense, but they didn't seem to be in pain. It was a small mercy, he supposed. At the very least, their usual scowl had returned. He didn't think he'd ever miss it, but he found it was much better than their tears.

“I was laughing because he cares about you more than he cares about himself most of the time,” He responded, the words coming out with a tinge of bitterness that he'd tried to keep out of them. Bitterness for the self destruction he’d witnessed from both of them. Bitterness for his own inability to help.

Bright's face fell for a moment, their composed anger cracking just slightly, but they were quick to put their mask back up.

“He has a hell of a way of showing it,” They grumbled, playing at uncaring but falling short, a sharp edge to their voice. Tension was thick in the air around them.

His gaze followed them as they paced around the living room, trying to force himself to care less than he did about how they saw Frederick. Protective instinct had flared inside of him and he was helpless to resist following it. “He cares about you beyond any goddamn reason, no matter how much I've told him he shouldn't!” 

Their face dropped and he winced as he realized what he'd said. 

He took his eyes off of them for only a moment, putting his face in his hands and groaning as he tried to think of a way to backtrack.

That was all it took. The moment his eyes were off of them, they bolted, making a run for the front door. “Bright!” He shouted after them, but they didn’t even spare a glance back in his direction. He cursed under his breath, chasing after them.. It was easy enough to catch up to them, the way they had to fumble with the locked door bought enough time that he was right behind them by the time they got outside. 

He wrapped his arms around their waist as they stepped off the porch, and they screamed, thrashing in his hold in an attempt to get free.  They fought against him and twisted in his arms, but he held on tight so they couldn’t run. He wasn’t convinced he’d ever see them again if they managed to take off.

“Let go of me!” They shrieked, hitting his chest with every ounce of strength they could manage. It only succeeded in making him wince, not loosen his grip.

All he could do was hold on stubbornly tight as their fist pounded back against his chest.

“I hate you!” They screamed and continued to hit at his chest, tears streaming down their face while they tried to shove him away even as he held them firmly, “I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!” He was sure they did. He couldn’t blame them.

“I know,” He tried to soothe them—tried to soothe his own guilt and the sinking feeling that he could never make things right. Of course, he knew that it went much deeper than just a feeling, “I know, I'm sorry.”

He felt the fight leave their body. It was a slow process. 

First, the screaming quieted down, being replaced with small, gasping sobs, verging on hyperventilation. Then their entire form shook violently as the hits to his chest slowed and then gradually stopped. Finally, they went limp. The only movement remaining was them trembling in his arms.

Their hands were still against his chest, now gripping his shirt rather than hitting him. The cries that were still leaving them drowned out their words as they gasped, desperately trying to get words out.

“You're both the same…” They choked out finally, “Neither of you will just let me go.”

 They didn't need to spell it out for him to know what they were talking about. He remembered the desperation in Frederick’s eyes when he'd turned them. 

It was easy to get caught up with his own progeny and forget that they didn’t have a maker who could help them. For all their anger, they were just a kid. A scared, lost child who he’d never bothered to treat as such.

“I hate you…” They sobbed, each repetition sounding closer and closer to breaking completely as they got weaker. His arms were still around their waist, their feet off the ground though he’d moved back so that they weren’t hanging off the side of the porch.

Once they fell completely silent, they more resembled a puppet with its strings cut than a person. They collapsed against him finally, head falling back onto his shoulder. “If I put you down, are you gonna try to run again?” He muttered, turning to go back inside. All they did was stiffly shake their head, not bothering to try and pull away on their own.

They stayed limp in his arms as he carried them back inside which made it easy to set them back down on the couch. Luckily, they didn’t let themselves fall over, sitting up and returning to the corner of the couch they’d been in after waking up. Both of them just stared at each other for a long moment.

Consciously making an effort to go slow so he didn't startle them, he sat beside them on the couch. He took their hands into his, gently squeezing them, and their gaze lifted just slightly so they could meet his eyes.

“Listen to me,” He said, his tone softening to the point it was unfamiliar to his own ears, “I know that I ain’t….. Good at all of this,” They snorted as they laughed, shaking their head and muttering something that seemed to be calling his words an understatement, “But… I wanna help and try to be better. I ain’t gonna promise I’ll be perfect at it, but if someone, or something, is bothering you…”

He trailed off, but it seemed to be enough. They closed their eyes, took a deep breath, and nodded. “Okay,” Their voice was quiet, weak, “Okay. What do you want to know?”

About a thousand questions flashed in his mind, but he decided he’d been forceful enough, so he just shook his head. “Anything. What do you want to talk about?” They opened their mouth to speak but hesitated. Their head fell back against the back of the couch so they were staring up at the ceiling for a moment before squeezing their eyes shut. He wasn’t sure if he was making it up, but he could’ve sworn tears began to gather in them.

“I died too, you know?” They said finally, their voice cracking halfway through. Pain had fully overtaken the aggression they wore like armor.  

He swallowed down guilt and it burnt in his throat. “I get it.” 

“No,” The response came almost immediately, following a laugh lacking in humor, “You don't. I hear how—how people talk about you and Fred. And I-I hear how they talk about me, too. People think you're so…. So talented. So admirable and you're mysterious but not like you're suspicious. Like you're an isolated artist. And they feel bad for you for having to deal with me. Like you're a saint for letting me stick around.”

He wanted to tell them that wasn’t true, but he couldn’t.

“And I keep hearing how bad everyone feels for him,” Their voice raised in volume, and he could practically feel their anger like it was his own, “How tragic it is, what happened to him. Like—like it didn't happen to both of us. And if you're both so great, and you both hate me…. What does that make me?” 

Their face crumpled and then they were crying again. He gently squeezed their hand, but they pulled him closer, hugging him tightly and burying his face into his neck.

Wrapping his arms around them still felt wrong in a way, but it came more naturally than it had that morning. Whereas the first time had been desperation, barely thought through, this was far more intentional. It took him a few moments before he reacted, but when he finally held them, the twisted, ugly feeling in his stomach began to subside.

 “Kid…” He managed to get out, but one of Bright’s hands came around to clamp over his mouth to stop him from talking. They kept their face buried into the crook of his neck, and he decided that it was obvious they just needed to be held in that moment, so he stayed quiet.

He wasn’t sure exactly how long they stayed like that, but he found he didn’t care too much. They didn’t seem angry anymore, just hurt. Fingers curled around the back of his shirt, gripping it like they just needed something to hold onto. Shaking, uneasy breaths hit his skin.

Even once their tears had dried up, they stayed attached to him, though they moved their hand off of his face, so he took the chance to speak. “If anyone bothers you again,” He muttered, resting his head on top of theirs, “Tell me. I won’t let them hurt you.” 

It was exactly reassuring them that he didn’t hate them, like he had before, but he felt like it meant more.

 “I’m sorry,” They whispered against his neck, their body trembling against his.

“No,” He shook his head, pulling away to look them in the eyes, “I’m sorry.”

They just nodded, managing a small smile. He realized he wasn’t sure when the last time he’d seen them smile genuinely was. 

Before either of them could say anything, there was the sound of a door opening down the hall and Bright’s head snapped up. He barely had enough time to react when they took off down the hall—thankfully, away from the door rather than towards it.

He heard Frederick gasp and call out Bright’s name, followed by a thud and a small yelp and then laughter. He couldn’t fight away a smile.

Even as he rounded the corner to find the two teenagers locked together in a hug, he knew that there would be more for all three of them to figure out with each other. The strain of Bright and Frederick’s relationship wouldn’t be so easily undone. It wasn’t perfect. But in that moment, it was enough.

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

Sticky Situation- Part 7

Part 6

Hero came to just as Scientist dispensed the expanding foam into their pod. Hero let out a muffled groan, not all the way lucid. Expanding sealant had been stuffed in their mouth, which had then been sealed shut with adhesive and thermal tape. Scientist stood in front of them, their arms folded across their chest.

"Hopefully you learn your lesson," Scientist said, tapping the glass, "your entire body has been wrapped in thermal tape for good measure."

Hero wasn't alert enough to care. Along with expanding foam, mild sleeping gas was being pumped into their pod at regular intervals.

Hero stayed that way for days, only being let out of the pod for bathroom breaks and intravenous meals. They were always too drowsy to make any escape attempts.

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Hero dozed in their pod, drifting in and out of sleep. They heard someone tapping on the glass. Hero forced their heavy eyes to open. Assistant stared back at them. They pressed a button on the side of the pod, and the sleeping gas dissipated.

"Hm?"

"Shh," Assistant shushed.

Hero closed their eyes, asleep once more. Assistant dispensed solvent into the pod, and the foam melted away. Hero collapsed against the glass, their soft snores muffled by the gag. Assistant opened the pod door and caught Hero as they tumbled out. They lowered them down to the floor.

"Wake up," Assistant said, slapping them.

"Mm!"

Hero looked up at Assistant, who was working on freeing them from their tape restraints.

"I'm gonna take the gag off," Assistant whispered, "but you have to stay quiet, okay?"

Hero nodded, not entirely sure what was going on.

Assistant tore the tape off of Hero's mouth, then removed the adhesive and the sealant. Hero flexed their jaw subconsciously.

"We have to go, come on," Assistant said, hoisting them up.

Hero leaned on Assistant, still quite drowsy.

"Hero, we don't have time for this," Assistant groaned quietly, "ugh, I guess it's my own fault... whatever, here."

Assistant dragged Hero over to the padded table. They laid Hero down on it and draped a sheet over them.

"Okay, uh, don't move or make any noise," Assistant said, "let's hope this works..."

Assistant began to wheel Hero out of their room. Hero drifted back off without a clue as to what was happening.

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When Hero awoke next, they were lying on a couch in a small living room. They sat up, confused as to how they got here. They turned when they heard footsteps behind them.

"Oh," Assistant said, "you're awake."

Assistant carried a tray in their hands. Hero eyed Assistant suspiciously.

"Is this some old psychology trick that I'm supposed to fall for?" Hero asked.

"No!" Assistant said quickly, "no tricks, I swear! You're uh, you're at my apartment."

"...Why?" Hero asked, raising an eyebrow.

Assistant didn't answer. They crossed the room until they were in front of Hero. They awkwardly set the tray in their lap. There was a bowl of soup and a few bread rolls, along with a cup of water.

"Uh... you haven't actually eaten anything in days..." Assistant said, "I thought you might want real food."

Hero stared down at the tray. The food looked good... too good. Almost like it would be laced with something bad.

"I don't know how gullible you think I am, but I'm not about to let you drug me... again."

Assistant winced at Hero's words. Hero felt a little bad, but not enough to take it back.

"I'm sorry for what happened in Supervillain's office," Assistant said, "I... I shouldn't have drugged you. I was scared, I didn't want to get in trouble. Supervillain's given me everything-"

"Yeah, including a frozen lab rat to play with," Hero said coldly.

Assistant withdrew into themselves.

"I promise this isn't a trick, I got you out of Organization's facility, and you're in my apartment now."

Hero scanned the room. It certainly looked like an apartment. But it could easily be a facade. Hero carefully set the tray on a coffee table and stood up. They were just about to make a run for it when they heard a knock on the door. Assistant's face went pale.

"Hide, quick!" Assistant whispered.

Assistant grabbed Hero by the arm and dragged them into a bedroom, shoving them in a closet.

"Don't move, and stay quiet," Assistant said, quickly shutting the closet door.

The knocking continued, and Hero could hear Assistant rushing to the front door.

"Coming, coming!" they called.

Hero strained to listen. They heard the door open.

"Assistant," Supervillain said, "I was so worried about you. I looked all over the facility for you."

"Supervillain," Assistant replied, surprise in their tone, "I-I'm sorry. I wasn't feeling well, so I came home early. What's wrong?"

"Hero has escaped."

Hero blinked. So... this really was Assistant's apartment then?

"Oh gosh," Assistant said, "when? How?"

"The security systems were disabled," Supervillain explained, "and the CCTV wiped. We have no idea how they managed it."

"I'm sorry, Supervillain, I know you really needed them..."

Assistant is good, Hero thought, they should've went to acting school.

"Not to worry, dear cousin, I have all the information I need for Organization to begin developing a cryo-serum."

"Really? That's, uh, that's great!"

"Yes. Soon I'll have everything I need to be successful."

Hero heard the front door open.

"I hope you feel better soon," Supervillain said, "I'll see you at work."

With that, the door closed. Within minutes, Assistant had ran back to the closet and opened the door for Hero.

"You need to get out of the city," Assistant said, dragging Hero out, "come eat your food and I'll get set up travel arrangements."

"Assistant-"

"I can give you my bus pass, you can't go back to your place, we've got it bugged-"

"Assistant-"

"Of course, we may have no choice if we wanna get your passport, how do you feel about Siberia?"

"Assistant!"

"What?" Assistant asked.

Hero sat down on the couch and grabbed the tray of food.

"Let me eat, we need a plan if we're gonna stop Supervillain."

"Stop Supervillain?" Assistant paused, "yeah that sleeping gas must still be in your system, no one can stop my cousin."

Hero dipped a bread roll into their soup. They took a bite and almost cried. It was absolutely delicious, and the best part- it wasn't coming from a needle!

"We're gonna have to try," Hero said, "I can't let Supervillain replicate my powers."

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Supervillain returned to their office. They had given Hero and Assistant the bait, now it was just a matter of waiting for them to bite.

Part 8

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the lost letter {i.j}

plot: Indy left for a mission a few weeks ago and as you're tidying your shared apartment, you find a letter from him.

character; indiana jones x plus sized female reader

Part of my Plus Size History Professor x Indiana Jones series and part of my Plus Size Reader x Character series!

It's tucked away, forgotten about in a pile of books and coursework that Indy had been marking before setting off on his new adventure. Coffee spilled over it and abandoned half way through probably due to him spilling coffee over it. You'd only found it through cleaning his desk, clearing and organising his work for him so that when he comes home, it's neat and tidy for him.

You'd been cleaning to try and distract yourself from missing him. It was hard when Indy was away working overseas because not only did you miss him, you worried constantly because you had no way of knowing if he was okay or not. The stories he'd tell you when he came home, scraped and bandaged up, sounded horrific and it sounded as though he came close to dying a lot more than you cared to think about.

People use work to distract them from missing someone but how could you be distracted when your history students asked you about him all the time?

Professor, where's Doctor Jones?

Hey, Professor, where's your boyfriend? He off adventuring again?

Doctor Jones isn't in so I'm wondering if I could get your thoughts on my essay that I'm writing for his class? You know him best so I figure that you're the next best thing.

Yeah, it wasn't easy when you worked and lived with your boyfriend. You just hoped that he'd be okay, that he'd come home. He was due back in two weeks. Sometimes he'd manage to call if things were going to take longer, sometimes he'd show up a week earlier than planned; there was no strict pattern that his adventures followed and that was something you hated about his adventures. You just wished for some sign that he was okay.

And then you happened across the letter.

You would've just tidied it away had it not been for the scrawl of your name at the top of the page.

Dearest (y/n),

You're sleeping as I write this. I didn't want to wake you but I couldn't sleep - preparing for Kenya - so I thought I'd write this for you. I don't know if I'll even show you this so there might be no point of me writing this but who knows?

I know that you're worried. I know that you hide a lot of those worries from me, you don't want me to feel guilty about leaving you, but I think I'd actually prefer if you spoke to me about them more. Maybe I could help put some of those worries to rest, maybe I'd be able to help settle the war that you fight in your head. I suppose I'd like to better help you but I'll be honest, I don't know where to start which is why I'm writing this. Maybe the mad ramblings of a College Professor will soothe all of the worries you have.

Can I just say that you look adorable when you sleep? I just walked in to get my glasses and you're curled up, snoring and drooling onto my pillow. Beautiful.

You mean everything to me. You are worth so much more than you think you are and I just adore every single part of you. I love who you are; I love you compassion for others, I love how much you care not only for your loved ones but for your students, your friends, strangers. There are so many good things about you, (y/n), please take the time to realise these. You are capable of so much and I am so proud of you for all that you've accomplished with your career, it's an honour and a joy to watch you thrive. I love your confidence, the way you aren't afraid to be yourself, the way you just shine in everything you wear and do; you are incredible.

Whilst I'm away, please try not to worry too much. I know that you will but please try to remember that I'll be okay. Before I met you, I was reckless and stupid, to be honest. I looked death in the face more times than I care to admit to you and I laughed. I had nothing to lose. Now, I have everything to lose; my job, my reputation, my career but most importantly you. I promise you that I won't do anything stupid or reckless and I won't actively seek out trouble though it always seems to find me. I promise that I will try my hardest to stay safe. It should be a relatively easy job but you know how these things go.

I can't guarantee my safety and I can't promise that I'll come home in one piece but I can promise that I will do anything to get back home to you, that I'll do everything in my power to return home to you. I give you my word. I love you, (y/n), and -

He had written something else but the coffee spillage smeared them and you couldn't make it out clearly but you'd read enough now. Your eyes were teary but not from sadness; it was from sheer happiness. Indy hadn't told you about this letter and you would've probably never had found it had you not been tidying but my god, you were so happy to have found it. The relief you felt from this letter was immense. He couldn't promise that he'd return safely but you had his word and right now, right now that was enough.

Over the course of the night, you read the letter, examining every line and dot trying to soak it into your brain and etch it into your memory. It brought such a comfort to you, seeing his handwriting, seeing his heart (and coffee) poured onto the paper for you to see... You wished that Indy would return home to you now but for now, this lost letter was enough to get you through the next two weeks.

[find-roronoa-zoro]

Roronoa Zoro X CisFem Reader

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You stayed awake for quite some time while your boyfriend's soft snores filled the room. He'd fallen asleep rather quickly while still clinging to you. Which was totally fine, you found it rather endearing that even after such an intimate act he felt the need to stay so close to you. It had you almost wondering if he'd ever done this before, a notion you quickly dismissed recalling his skill level.

There was no way this guy was a virgin.

You ran your fingers gently through his soft hair smiling unapologetically as he shifted and stirred at your touch. How was this tiger allowed to be so cute?

Then it hit you, such an overwhelming wave of guilt. Here you were enjoying a moment of bliss when your father just died and your brothers are all distressed. What kind of selfish monster are you?

"Go to sleep." Zoro murmured pulling you close.

"I didn't mean to wake you." you snuggled into him.

"What are you stressing over?" he nuzzeled against your temple.

"Nothing."

It was quiet for a few short moments, you assumed he had drifted back off to sleep until his lips gently pressed against your forehead.

"It's ok to be happy." he rose above you to look you in the eye.

You glanced away, "How do you always know what to say?"

The greenette lowered himself to rest his cheek against your bare chest and shrugged, "I know you feel guilty for things you shouldn't."

You only hummed.

It was true. You often made yourself feel terrible for things you had no control over.

Running fingers through his hair once more you sighed, "I'm very happy, thank you Tiger."

"And thank you," he yawned, "now...sleep."

_________________

It had been a few weeks since your father's passing. Things were beginning to feel more normal or as normal as they could you supposed.

You sat at the island in the kitchen with a cup of freshly brewed coffee while your oldest brother shuffled around in the fridge.

"Why are you up so early?" the brunette asked through a massive yawn.

"I was going to follow Marco to work today. It's been a while since I've been to the home office."

"I'm sure they'll be excited to see you." Thatch stood closing the door with his arms full of food, "Breakfast? Everyone seems to be getting their appetites back."

"Sounds good." you hummed sipping from your mug.

Thatch grinned at you before turning to unload the breakfast ingredients onto the counter.

"Morning, yoi." your blond brother entered with a yawn as his hand slipped up his shirt to lazily scratch his stomach.

"Yo." you muttered.

"What're you doing up?"

"Question of the morning." Thatch chuckled from the stove.

"I want to go to the office with you today." you watched him yawn again and take a seat across from you.

"Izo will be excited to see you, yoi."

"I'm excited to see Izo." you affirmed with a soft smile.

"So no boyfriend today?" Marco asked.

"He closed the bar last night so I stayed home." you traced the brim of your coffee cup thinking about the cute text exchange you'd had with Zoro before falling asleep.

"Valentine's day is soon, any big plans?" Thatch asked wiggling his brows.

"Not that I know of, but you guys know I'm not fussy. It doesn't really matter."

"She's got it bad, yoi." the blond teased.

"Seriously," Thatch confirmed, "you sure were fussy with Shanks."

You blushed remembering your late teens and early twenties when all you knew of romance was TV shows and magazines. The way you acted back then was a bit embarrassing, though Shanks never once complained.

"I was young and dumb what can I say?" You chuckled.

"Speaking of young and dumb, Ace-"

Before Thatch could finish his sentence your phone began to vibrate across the counter startling all three of you. Your brows pinched together in confusion at the name that flashed across the screen.

"Hello?"

"Is everything alright, F/N-ya?" Law's voice was incredibly smooth even first thing in the morning.

"Uh - yeah... I think so?" you answered still confused.

"I was just surprised to see Ace-ya here without the family."

"W-what?! Wait - where is Ace?" you stood.

Your brothers froze.

"You didn't know?" Law questioned softly rounding a corner into an empty room, "He's being admitted to the hospital. You should get down here."

"What happened? Why is he there? Is he ok?" your frantic tone had the boys flinching.

"If you don't already know, I'm unfortunately not allowed to say, though I don't know much." Law sighed pinching the bridge of his nose, "Just get down here quickly. And be careful."

"We're on our way, thanks."

You hung up and typed a quick text to your boyfriend while divulging what little information you had to your older brothers.

"You guys go. I'll get the boys." Thatch had already turned off the stove and was headed for the stairs to get Sabo and Luffy.

Not bothering to change from your pajamas you and Marco threw on your jackets and made your way out to the hospital.

When you arrived you were directed to the surgical floor where they were prepping your freckled baby for emergency surgery. Not having any information was eating you alive, even when you checked in, they wouldn't say what happened or why he was having surgery. It felt like you were choking on your heart.

Marco kept freakishly calm and quiet. He honestly didn't know what to say or do. He was terrified at the thought of losing your brother. Not knowing basic information allowed you both to jump to the worst conclusions.

As you stepped off the elevator you caught sight of Benn slouching out of his coat in the waiting area, having apparently just arrived himself. You had a terrible feeling. Bypassing the waiting room you checked in at the nurses station, where you were immediately handed paperwork and lead to a room where Ace was.

Law greeted you in the doorway to prepare you for what you were about to see.

"He's taken quite the beating. They had to work on getting him stable before we could get him ready for surgery, which I've nominated myself for." his steel orbs were locked on yours, "We'll be taking Ace-ya in for a craniotomy; it's a standard procedure to relieve pressure on the brain."

"On the brain?" you squeaked.

"You've done this before, right?" Marco asked.

Law nodded, "Plenty of times. All successful. There are risks that we will cover. I can't sugar coat this for you. But I can assure you that his stats are good and I will do my best."

"Do you know what happened?" you almost didn't want to know the answer.

"Apparently there was a fight and things got out of hand. His head was slammed into the ground a few times, which caused swelling. This procedure will help with that and then we can access if there will be any permanent damage."

You would never in all your life be prepared to see what you did when you entered that hospital room. The man in that bed was damn near unrecognizable. Both eyes swollen shut, busted lips and cheeks and nearly his entire precious face was bruised.

A rage you had never experienced bloomed in your chest as your eyes filled with tears. You knew exactly what happened. You knew why Benn was there.

Somehow you made it through the paperwork and presurgery orientation.

"I love you Freckles." you murmured kissing your brother's temple before they pushed his bed out of the room.

"He'll be ok, yoi." Marco muttered rubbing your back and gently pushing you toward the waiting room.

The moment you saw Benn you felt that anger begin to heat your body again.

"What the fuck happened?! Why didn't you call me immediately?!" you shoved him back as he stood.

"It was complicated," his large hands wrapped around your wrists, "the police had to get involved. I was going to call you when I was able to get here but then I saw you and assumed Shanks called first."

"Oh you're all here." your ex's care free voice chimmed as you ripped yourself away from Benn, "How is he?"

You were close enough to the doorway; once freeing yourself you spun on your heel and socked the redhead right in the face.

"F/N!" your brother and friend called as Shanks dropped to the floor.

[crazyunsexycool]

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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[arianatheangel-girl]

Agent Elvis Bloopers, Part 2

Author’s note: So...I couldn’t resist making another one lol! I think maybe I could turn this into a series or something lol.

Ep. 1 (Part 2)

SCENE: The gallows. Elvis, Cece, and the others are tied up and being forced to listen to Manson’s ramblings. Suddenly, in the middle of Manson’s speech, Elvis starts twisting and turning in his chair in obvious discomfort.

M (in the middle of his monologue): Actually, pretty much everyone else gets drugs. Don’t forget to get drugs, everybody! Now, I know what you’re thinking, you’re worried you might not--

E (keeps twisting in discomfort): Stop this! Please, you gotta untie me!

M (confused, as he knows that’s not part of the script, but thinking Elvis is ad-libbing, he tries to go with it and starts to redo the line): Like I said, dude, you gotta join the family first. Now, I know what you’re thinking, you’re worried--

E (beginning to sweat, almost yelling): Dude, I’m fuckin’ serious here! I ain’t acting! Hurry up and untie me!

M: Uh...okay, sure dude.

After Manson finishes untying him, Elvis runs off the set like a maniac, with everybody giving confused looks. After a little while, the sound of a toilet flushing is heard offscreen and Elvis returns, smoothing his clothes and his hair in the process before he sits down again.

E: Ugh. Sorry, guys. I had way too much coffee and it started fighting those three fried PB& banana sandwiches I had for lunch. Okay, I’m all right now. Sorry!

C: Wait, did you say fried PB& banana sandwiches? Eeew.

E: Hey, don’t knock ‘em until you try ‘em.

Director (sighs before pinching the bridge of his nose): CUT! Okay, guys, I’m only gonna say this once: go to the bathroom before shooting, got it?!

****

SCENE: The big fight. Elvis, Cece and the others (minus Bobby Ray) have managed to escape and are now hacking away at Manson’s “family”. They then notice that despite their attacks, many of the cult members are still standing.

E: Huh. Well, that’s new.

C: They’re not going down! They’re like...hippie zombies--!

M: Even better! They’re so high they can’t feel a thing! It’s beautiful, man!

Cece reaches for her knife to stab one of the “zombies” behind her, but instead suddenly pulls out what looks like a large rubber chicken.

C: Huh? Wait, this isn’t mine!

She begins to laugh, followed by Elvis and the others.

Director: CUT! Alright, who replaced Cece’s knife with a rubber chicken?

Scatter begins laughing maniacally in the background.

Director: Ugh, Scatter! Really?! We don’t have time for practical jokes! All right, let’s reset! Wipe off the blood and let’s go again!

****

SCENE: Graceland. Elvis and Priscilla are sitting and watching his comeback special, with Priscilla cuddled up to Elvis on the couch. Priscilla’s supposed to lean over to kiss Elvis, but after the “action” call, nothing happens.

E: Uh...honey? You okay?

Elvis gently pokes Cilla’s shoulder and her cheek, before hearing a soft snore; he realizes she’s fallen asleep on him. 

E (laughs softly): Uh, maybe we should try this tomorrow.

****

SCENE: The bar. Cece’s enjoying a drink and talking with the Commander in the shadows.

C: He’s a big boy, he’ll be fine.

Co (speaking a little more slowly than usual): Well, not exactly. Maybe I’m underselling this a bit. The monkey--

The bartender interrupts

B: Hey, Don Corleone! Your Manhattan’s ready!

The Commander turns around and steps out of the shadows, already looking like he’s had a few drinks before unsteadily reaching for the next one.

Director: CUT! Look, save the alcohol for the end of the day, please!

Ep. 2 coming soon! Thanks for reading! Sorry this is a shorter one; I just didn’t want to make this part too long.

[trent-tells-tales]

Life is but a Dream

Sandra examined the mug through tired eyes. She’d been up all night, arguing with her cat.

“Mmrow!” The cat yowled.

“No,” Sandra retorted.

It went on like that for hours.

Some hours, she managed to drown him out with a constant brown-noise played over her earbuds. Other times, she’d awake to find her earbuds had fallen out. As if fully aware of this, the cat would start his rant up again within minutes of her emergence from the sea of sleep.

Despite the disruptions, Sandra never felt too tired. Or, rather, she always felt exactly the same amount of tired she’d been her entire life. One would expect constant interruptions to one’s sleep schedule to lead to some obvious detriment, and yet there was none. None that had not already been present, anyway.

So, she awoke, trekked downstairs (while the cat slept soundly on the edge of the bed, snoring, the little hellion), and poured herself a cup of Stok-brand cold brew. Pre-made coffee in hand, she was left to examine the mug. She could have downed a gulp of the liquid—but the mug. The mug.

I am a dream, the mug read.

Sandra had no memory of purchasing the mug. She’d never seen it before in her life. I am a dream, it insisted. Frowning, she set the mug down and pinched her arm. The pain was definite. Exact. A red mark remained when she pulled her fingers away from the plot of skin she’d attacked.

She tried a few grounding techniques.

She could smell the coffee, if she put her nose over the edge of the mug. She couldn’t smell much else; she had a weak olfactory. But she could feel the cold tiled floor under her bare feet. She could feel the handle to the refrigerator, sloping and curved under her hand. She could feel the neck of the Stok bottle as she set it back on its rack, and she could feel the cold air wafting out of the refrigerator, too.

She could feel her heart, beating lazily in her chest.

Ba-bump, over and over.

She sipped the coffee. It was bitter; she hadn’t sweetened it. She could have kept going, but she was convinced by then that she was awake.

I am a dream, the mug seemed to whisper.

Words were supposed to change in a dream. They were supposed to be mutable. You could read a book, but when you re-examined it, everything would be completely different. She crept into the living-room, knelt, and extracted a book from the shelf on the floor. Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief. She flipped it open to the first page.

“Look, I didn’t want to be a half-blood”, the book read.

She closed the book, closed her eyes, and drew in a sharp breath. She held it. After four seconds had passed, she opened her eyes, opened the book, and read.

“I am a dream”.

Sandra dropped the book, stood, and traced a path back to the kitchen.

She was dreaming.

How was that possible? What could she do?

She tried to fly, and found she could not. She tried to grow an extra pair of arms, and failed. She tried to conjure a long dead friend.

Something in the basement thumped, as if a heavy tome had toppled from a shelf and slapped angrily against the floor.

Without thinking, she raced to the basement door, shut it, and locked it. And then she slumped there, her head resting against the dark brown wood, and thought. She thought for an eternity. She thought for only seconds. She thought until a scratching, leaking thing began to slither its way up the basement stairs. Hearing it, she bolted up and raced to the counter, snatched the cursed mug from where she’d left it, and downed her coffee in several quick gulps.

The liquid was cold and heavy in her stomach.

She deposited the mug in the sink and half-jogged upstairs. Her cat still slept on the edge of the bed, indifferent to the fact that it, too, was a dream. She’d heard that cats could ward off evil spirits. Surely whatever lurked in the basement was one such spirit. She knelt at the foot of the bed, placed her hand over the cat.

Its eyes opened.

[jodilin65]

When I read a post by someone in the park warning about out-of-control coyotes being in heat, I thought to myself that I’ve never heard any coyotes in the 2.5 years we’ve been here. I’d only heard them when I lived in California and Arizona. Then at 2:00 in the morning, I heard what sounded like more than one coyote. The dogs in the subdivision were going off like they often do at night. Then I heard the yipping of the coyotes, and then silence. I hope the owner was smart enough to take their damn dogs indoors and that they weren’t harmed. If not, then shame on them for making the dogs outdoor live decor instead of the household pets they should be.

Never will I go out walking at night! Not even with Tom. Rural areas aren’t the place to go out walking at night anyway. Even walking at night in a gated community in the city as we did was risky. Just because there may not be as many wild animals there didn’t mean there weren’t wild people. After all, homeless people were worming their way into the area when we left.

Anyway, I slept shitty…again. Removing the pillow didn’t help and I snored myself awake again, though I’m not sure it’s actually snoring but this weird sound I seem to be making. It’s not consistent but still.

The thing is that people don’t usually get sleep apnea this late in life which makes me think it really is connected to my weight or something else is going on. Something like a sleep curse because I’ve had problems with sleep in one form or another all my life. Tom may scoff at the idea of anything cursing my sleep but while we haven’t proven there is we haven’t exactly disproven this possibility either. If something happens every now and then, good or bad, I wouldn’t necessarily call it lucky or unlucky. Well, unless the good thing is winning a million dollars and the bad thing is dying. But when something unpleasant keeps happening and I see a pattern, that’s when I begin to wonder how it could be one big coincidence. I’m not saying anything either way but I definitely wonder at times.

I looked in my 2021 journal and it seems like I may have been about 5 pounds lighter than I am now when we came here. I didn’t start doing this shit till after we moved in here but can 5 lbs really make a difference? Well, I’m going to try my hardest to find out and limit myself to about 1000 calories a day. ChatGPT makes a great place to keep a running total of my daily calories as opposed to Fitbit where I had to look things up that I couldn’t always find. You had to be really precise there.

So I got up to pee when I woke up three and a half hours into my sleep and couldn’t fall back asleep for an hour. This left me exhausted when I got up. I had Ezekiel toast with salmon and a few eggs along with a small candy bar I sometimes treat myself to when we get groceries delivered. I’m out of coffee so now I’m having calorie-free tea when I get up. Green tea was recommended when I asked Alexa because it’s supposed to rev the metabolism. By then I’d had about 580 calories, did a little online work after I ate, and laid in bed for about 90 minutes. I didn’t sleep but it felt good to lie there.

Then I got up again for a while, got hit with a wave of tiredness, and took a real nap for an hour. I fell asleep to the splish splash of the dishwasher running and dreamed I was in a large waiting room full of people. I was with Tom and perhaps someone else I knew. We were sitting against the wall in what looked like picnic tables.

My name was eventually called by a young petite blonde woman. I got up and stepped out of the room and into a brightly lit corridor. Realizing everything was very blurry, I told her I wanted to run back and look for my glasses.

They were very hard to find because the room was so dark all of a sudden. This was an important appointment to get fitted for some clothes for some reason because I was literally thanking God when I found them.

When I stepped back into the hall, the woman was still young but now she was a tall stout brunette. She smiled at me and led me to see my new clothes. I remembered filling out a form saying that my style was trendy even though I would likely choose something along the lines of colorful in real life not that trendy clothes can’t be colorful.

We got some heavy rain yesterday which kept the place quiet. Could get some rain this morning as well.

No reply from Christiane. Figures.

The honker still has overnight visitors.

Not sure I’ll have the energy to hit the road. I’ve got about 100 miles to get through Missouri. My rank is now 126 and I have about 1530 miles left in the entire trip. I’m almost halfway through!

Soon I will be having tilapia with a sweet potato and veggies. This will put me at around 840 calories. Then it’s nothing but snacking on almonds for the rest of the day and toughing out the hunger. This kind of sucks too, because I’m only in the middle of my day. :-( Yet the only way I’ve ever been able to lose weight, even when I was young and had a healthy thyroid, was to severely restrict calories.

[bitchybylershipper]

alright yall just got home from my first experience with an overnight camp and i have a few things to say

on the way up there we were driving along a river and i genuinely got so excited about it i started shaking and then my only thought was "i should probably go outside more often"

so i wasnt talking to anyone on the way up i was just chillin in the back of the 15 passenger van and then the girls in the seats in front of me wanted to talk to me or whatever on the last stretch of the drive so they were throwing goldfish at me to get my attention 💀

when everyone was trying to figure out which bunk they were taking it sounded like everyone was trying to decide on a sex position

it was like 11:30 and the lights were off and one of the girls was walking like REALLY heavy like a goddamn elephant or something and i was like jesus christ who tf is that

people forgot to turn off their school alarms so at 5:30 i woke up to a dog barking sound and it woke up everyone in the cabin EXCEPT the person whose alarm it was 💀

at 7:15 i woke up and wanted to take my counselors life because her alarm was windchimes and it was on like volume 110

im so autistic i forgot that other people actually change their clothes everyday so when i came back from the bathroom yesterday i was shocked to my core to see three girls without shirts on

i did not really know anyone yesterday morning so i didnt want to talk to ANYONE and then the camp leader was like hey youre quiet and i was like i dont have very much to say my friends arent here and then he assigned someone to try to include me which she really tried but i am so bad at holding a conversation with someone im not comfy around and she gave up and went to play vollyball 💀

after that the counsellor with the horrifying alarm was trying to make me feel included but i was Not Having It and i genuinely felt so bad for her for trying so hard when i was not in a good spot to talk to

at lunch yesterday i had two cups of coffee and was going crazy in the lodge like my senses were mega heightened and i was talking so fucking fast like those people at the end of goddamn commercials and then i found a drinking fountain and literally and actually lost my fucking mind

at one point i was supposed to go get my folder but when i tried to grab it i accidentally papercutted THREE of my fingers and i was like bruh how even tho i knew something like that was going to happen i was still shocked appalled when it did

around like 4:00 i was in the bathroom and my cheeks were like really red and warm and i was like oh shit sleep deprivation is catching up to me again anti-fever medication save me and then the camp leader said something about sunburns and i was like ohhhhh thats probably whats wrong with me

my (new) friend violet was putting hot sauce on her goddamn mashed potatoes last night (i have photo and video evidence of this i am being so serious) and then another girl was taking shots of hot sauce out of literal fucking olives like black olives from a can

we got lost on a hike at 10:00 at night last night 💀

after the hike we had a fire and smores and then we did something called an affirmation circle where we all took turns being the center of attention and everyone had to say something nice about us and i was like oh god what are they gonna say about me and then it was my turn and they were all so nice to me i was about to cry

our camp leader didnt want to have a turn in the affirmation circle but we all wanted to let him know how much we love and appreciate him (for most of us hes our trusted adult) and it got really emotional and then when we got back to the cabins everyone was crying

one of my counselors used to be a massage therapist and those of us who wanted one she was giving us massages and basically turned us all into playdough by the way it was sooo funny how the people with anxiety disorders had the most knots in their muscles (hehe. my shoulder hurts.)

at about 1 am there were like four different snores happening and i was about to lose it

i think i just barely went over my sweet spot of just enough sleep because when it was actually time to get up my eyes did Not want to stay open lmao

we had waffles for breakfast. violet put fUCKING HOT SAUCE ON HER GODDAMN WAFFLES. HOT SAUCE. ON HER GODDAMNFUCKING WAFFLES.

violet also downloaded ttpd while we were hiking last night and we listened to it in the car i love her sm 🫶

[topgun-imagines]

Pain Meds 

Requested: yes 

Summary: After an incident during training you put your husband on bed rest until he feels better. The only problem is that the painkillers hurt his stomach. 

Word count: 1.3k 

Warnings: Mentions of death. Mentions of plane crashes. Wounds. Stitches. Pills. 

Pairings: Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x wife!reader

“No,” Bradley’s face was hard and impassive. You sighed. Your husband had been refusing to take his pain medication for over an hour now. A few weeks ago, Bradley had entered a flat spin. You weren’t cleared to know exactly everything that had happened but from what you had been told you knew that something had malfunctioned, causing the engine to stall which resulted in your husband entering a flat spin. The ejection had been hard; the terrain was rough and unrelenting which caused Bradley more than a few injuries. Safe to say, you were horrified. You knew about how his father died and imagining how Bradley must have been feeling in that moment broke your heart. He had been cleared from medical care a few days ago but was still on leave to give himself time to fully recover. You had put him on bed rest the second he walked through the door. Your eyes focused on Bradley again. Every now and then, you could tell when a certain move caused a jolt of pain to run through him. Yet he still refused to take his damn medication. 

You let out a sigh. “Bradley please,” Practically begging him at this point, you held out the pill bottle once more. It was still mostly full after nearly a week of what was supposed to be two pills a day. “I just want you to feel better.” It killed you to see the pain that your husband was in. Knowing that he had an opportunity to help himself, to relieve the pain that he was in but refused to take it bewildered you. He sat in front of you silently, refusing to meet your eyes. With a sigh, you stood up. You set the pill bottle on the coffee table in front of his before moving to walk back into the kitchen 

Bradley let out a dejected sigh. “Wait,” He called softly, halting you in your spot. You turned back to face him. His eyes were cast down onto the floor. “It’s not that I don’t want to take them,” He started softly. You made your way toward him and sat down. Taking his hand in yours, you squeezed it softly. His eyes drifted up to yours. “They make my stomach hurt,” He practically whined. Hearing that come from a grown man made you chuckle slightly. When Bradley heard your soft giggles his head snapped back up to you. “Hey!” Your husband was pouting now.

Your laughter slowly died down as he tried to disguise his amusement in a glare.  “I’m sorry, baby,” Setting your hand on his cheek, you rubbed your thumb over his cheek, brushing over the corner of his mustache. When he continued to pout you rolled your eyes fondly. You could never deny his puppy dog eyes. “I’ll see what I can do.” He smiled widely at you. With one final kiss pressed to his forehead, you stood from the couch and headed into the kitchen. You knew Bradley got stomachaches easily and you had picked up on a few things that he appreciated. 

Opening the medicine cabinet you groaned quietly. You were all out of the one kind of medicine that Bradley preferred. It was the only kind that ever seemed to work for him. You checked the fridge quickly to see if there was any Ginger Ale, another thing that was perfect for both you and Bradley. To your surprise, there was none. You could have sworn you bought a case the other day. With a sigh, you plucked your keys off the counter and headed back to the living room. 

“I’m gonna run to the store,” You called, slipping your shoes on. When Bradley didn’t respond you grew curious. He wasn’t ignoring you, was he? “Brad?” You spoke softly. Heading back to where your husband was on the couch, your heart melted at the sight in front of you. Bradley was asleep, arms crossed under the pillow and lips parted as he snored softly. With a small smile, you adjusted the thin blanket wrapped haphazardly around his waist before kissing his temple. 

With Bradley asleep, you decided that you would walk over to the store. It wasn’t that far, plus it gave your husband some extra piece and quiet. You slipped out of the house quietly, beginning the five-minute walk. You and Bradley had decided to buy a house in Miramar for the time being. After the Uranium Mission, the higher up’s decided that the Dagger Squad would remain as a permanent detachment. Maverick had essentially moved in with Penny at this point and many of the other members had purchased homes around the base. Your home was in the perfect location; not too far from the Hard Deck, the base, and everyone else’s home. 

You stepped into the cool air conditioning of the store and immediately headed over to the medication isles. It was a relatively small store, but seeing as it was on a Navy base it was stocked with an abundance of painkillers. After a quick scan of the shelves your eyes landed on the pills you were looking for. Grabbing the box, you picked up a pack of Ginger Ale before heading to the till. You smile at the cashier as you paid, grasping the bag that she handed you before heading back towards your house. 

When you returned home, you found Bradley in the same state that you left him in, mouth hung open as snores poured freely from it. You shook your head fondly before moving past him to the kitchen. You poured one of the cans into a glass before grabbing two of the painkillers. 

Back in the living room, Bradley was beginning to stir. He had always been a light sleeper, his years in the Navy making it very easy to wake him up. “Bradley,” You hummed softly, setting the glass on the table and running your hand through his honey curls. A small grunt was all you got in response. “Brad, baby, I’ve got something for you,” You watched as his eyelashes fluttered against his cheeks softly. He groaned as he sat up, wincing due to his stitches. It hurt you to see him in this much pain. “Here babe.” You spoke softly. Bradley brought a hand up to wipe the sleep from his eyes. He took the pills from you gratefully, sipping on the Ginger Ale to help swallow them.  

Once the pills were down, your husband wound his arm around you and pulled you into his chest softly. You tried not to lean into him too much, wary of his healing wounds. The steady beating of his heart under your ear calmed you slightly. He was alive. He would be fine. His hand began rubbing soothing circles on your back as he guided the pair of you to lie down on the couch. Your eyes slowly shut. A scent that was entirely Bradley filled you. Above you, Bradley was messing with the television remote, trying to turn on a random movie to play in the background. Once one was picked, his hands returned to the small of your back. “What would I do without you, pretty girl?” He whispered into your hair. Bradley pressed a light kiss to your temple. 

You grinned and laughed quietly. “You’re lucky you never have to find out,” All you heard in response was Bradley’s soft hum. Slowly, your hands dipped below the seam of the T-shirt he was wearing. You began tracing over the edges of the forming scars softly. Snuggling further into him, you pressed a kiss to the center of his chest. “I love you, Bradley.” 

One of his hands squeezed your hip softly. “I love you, too, baby girl.”

a/n: Thank you for reading! Requests are open. 

[melissa-kenobi]

Moon Knight Headcanons

Quirks/Traits

A/N: hollaaaa again, ah so due to high demand, I just smushed all the requests into one and tadaa here ya go! Also I'm super sorry, my jake ones always turn out smutty :'( #sorrynotsorry

Translations - (I used Google Translate, I'm so sorry if its wrong!)

"¡Mentirosa! ¡Mi amor, se suponía que debías hacerlo!" - Liar, my love you were supposed to do it!

"Vamos cariño, sabes que se verá bien. Imagina mi cara en tu dulce-" - Come on sweetheart, you know it will look good. Imagine my face on your sweet-

"Sabes que se sentirá bien. ¿Por favor bebé? Te daré lo que quieras." - You know it will feel good. Please baby? I'll give you whatever you want.

"Si mami, te voy a hacer desear nunca haber dicho eso." - Yes mami, I'm going to make you wish you never said that.

Steven Grant

Steven definitely has a few. Some you adored on him, but some were a slight pain in the arse for you.

Firstly he had such high levels of enthusiasm for anything, and I mean anything. Like you could be telling him that your flowers grew and then one of them died cause you drowned it by accident and Steven would be like "Wow! No way! But I mean at least the others survived so you can look after them too. And of course love, before you even ask, I'm happy to help you!"

Then he'd plunge himself into the story of Gus and how Marc had killed him and bought Gus 2.0 to replace him.

You've noticed Steven has a habit of playing with his sleeve, it's adorable you think. At first you thought it was something he did when he was feeling self conscious about his appearance- to which you undoubtedly reassured him that he looked handsome and stunning causing the poor man to blush and stammer out a soft 'thank you love'.

But after being with with for a few months, you realised it wasn't, it was just a cute habit he had. Like he'd be sitting there, on the couch reading his book with one hand, the other will be fiddling with his sleeves. Or when the two of you are waiting on lunch at the cafe and he'd be holding your hands but his fingers would be fiddling with his jumper.

Another thing you’ve noticed with Steven is his ability to nickname literally everything. If you're out on a date with him, the two if you like to take a stroll along the River Thames and Steven would just be watching the people, giving them all sorts of nicknames. Like this man has no filter, he just blurts out what he sees and sometimes you'll have to hold your laugh in and tug him away before they catch you.

He snores. Like deeply and loudly. Steven would deny it all he wants but when you're staying over, you have to bring your ear muffs because that man snores like hell.

"I do not snore love!"

"Steven honey-

Steven would cut you right off. His hands crossed against his body in defiance, his cute face turned into a frown. "Nope."

"Okay then. Do me a favour and tell me who this is?" *cue obnoxiously loud snoring sounds and occasionally a few grunts.*

Steven's face would contort in disbelief, his eyes already recognising who was in the bed next to you. His arm wrapped around your body as he watched himself snore like shit. "That's Marc. I refuse to accept it."

Marc Spector

Now with Marc, you've noticed that he tends to hint at things he wants rather than outwardly state them. Unlike Jake who will straight up tell you what he needs/wants. Steven's a little shy but he gets it out eventually but Marc, no, he just hints it randomly.

Like if he's hungry for cookies let's say, he'll be talking about the cookie monster, or this thing that reminded him of cookies. Or if he wants some cuddles with you, he'll just stare at you before rubbing his arms together, hoping that you'll notice and give him what he wants.

"Babe?"

"Yeah honey?" He'd look over to you in the kitchen, making some of Jake's coffee before you'd walk over to him.

"You know you can ask me for snuggles right? I adore them with you!"

Marc would blush like a fucking teenager before pulling you to cuddle between his legs on the couch. He'd bury his blushing face into the crook of your neck before he'd whisper. "I know baby. Thank you."

Marc snorts when he laughs. Like really snorts. You know them ones where they don't even realise they're doing it till you give them the look? Yeah that's Marc.

Sometimes the boys will throw a joke around in headspace and then you'll have Marc laughing while he unintentionally throws in a snort. Now you and the boys know about his habit and have tried to help him with it but you genuinely cannot. So anytime Marc laughs, you can't help but join in.

Marc is a total neat freak. Naturally you're a messy person, but you think you've gotten better at it but Marc completely disagrees. It's the clothes strung around his flat, the mugs of tea/coffee left in the sink. Don't even get him started on your own home.

Like he cannot stand your messiness, and he'll happily call you out on it. "Babe, I love you, but you're a complete slob."

"Am not."

"Are too! Have you seen the kitchen?" It would be Marc teasing you relentlessly for the next half hour.

"Jake was supposed to do it!"

"¡Mentirosa! ¡Mi amor, se suponía que debías hacerlo!"

Jake Lockley*

Dios mío, Jake is charismatic as fuck and practically convince anyone to whatever he want. Including you. Which is something you absolutely hate, but secretly love because it's Jake, duhhh.. Although at the same time, he can be so goddamn unpredictable. Like one minute he'll be cuddling with you, watching those telenovas he loves before he gets up randomly and tugs you with him.

"Mi amor, let's go..."

"Go where Jakey? I was so comfy." You move into the warmth he left behind, cuddling the pillow he was sat next to. Jake would have that smirk on his face, the one that told you he was up to something and there was no way you were going to get him to back down from it.

"I wanna fuck you in my car cariño..."

Jake likes to cook for you. He absolutely loves watching you eat his food, the way your face lights up and the way his heart swells up inside. The noises you make when you take that first bite, fuck- it does something to Jake that he can't explain but he want more of it. So whenever he has time, he's always in the kitchen cooking for the two of you.

Now this one was one you fucking loved. Jake always spoke in Spanish to you, and boy did it make your heart race. among other places 😏.

He never does it with Marc and Steven, unless he's angry then he'll let the occasional word slip here and there but with you, it's like 24/7. Now you're a potato, and you barely know Spanish (sorry for those that do). When you first met him, he had a half English, half Spanish thing going on so you could understand him and fuck was it hot. Now Jake just speaks in fluent Spanish with you, and do not ask how, but you somehow can understand.

The mustache. Need I say more? He's been pleading with the boys and you to let them grow one out. Jake is honestly all for it, Marc is a definite no- he doesn't want to walk around looking like a pedo. Steven's on the bench about this so that leaves the vote up to you.

"Vamos cariño, sabes que se verá bien. Imagina mi cara en tu dulce-

"Jake!"

That goddamn smile returned once more on his face, that annoyoing one where he knew he was going to get what he wanted and you couldn't stop him. He inched closer, lips teasing your neck, so you could imagine the feel of it agaisnt you. "Sabes que se sentirá bien. ¿Por favor bebé? Te daré lo que quieras."

"Okay okay! Fine. One week. If we don't like it, you're getting rid of it, ¿comprendido?" Jake would smile in glee, giving the finger to Marc before wrapping his arms around your waist, throwing you over his shoulder and carrying you to the bedroom.

"Si mami, te voy a hacer desear nunca haber dicho eso."

Bonus

Khonshu being an annoying shit and turning up whenever he wants. Like at really bad times.

Khonshu is extremely judgemental, like really badly. Ironic really considering what he preaches.

He is so fucking impatient, he acts like a 5 year old sometimes and he's such a pain in yours and the boys arse.

An awful liar.