Just a collection of my piling up imagine, HC, and one shots within the MCU. I might create another collection for multifandoms but for now, enjoy this one!
#6 on Jake Lockley Tag 12/9/2023 💜
#3 on Khonshu tag 12/23/2023 💜
"Achoo!" your sneeze echoed through the hallway, as you headed to Steven's apartment. You knew that if Marc was fronting, you'd be hearing a half an hour lecture. And as annoyed as you would be, Marc was right. Why didn't you listen to him? He told you this morning that you seemed to be catching the slight flu, but you brushed it off. Your stubbornness wanted to prove him right, that you could totally work today. Well, to your relief you were able to get some hours in. You felt a second sneeze arising, you placed the key into the apartment door to open it. But you had to cover your face to sneeze, you couldn't hold it back. You hadn't even noticed that someone had opened the door. You slowly dropped your arms to your side and looked up. Steven had opened the door "Dove, are you alright?" He asked but before you could speak, he had placed his hand on your forehead "My love, you are burning! You need to lay down. My goodness, come here." Steven said gently pulling you inside of the comfortable dimmed apartment. Gus The II's fish tank was softly making bubbling sounds, and the kitchen had overcrowded pizza boxes. You attempted to pull away from Steven, in order to help him pick up the place a bit. Steven turned to look at you and pulled you into a hug. He gently kissed your forehead, which cooled you down for a couple of seconds. You began to instruct him "Steven, let me pick up the kitchen. I could make us-" Steven interrupted you. "Ah, no love. You need to lay down and take a nap. I'll take care of the place." Steven said once more, before taking you to the bedroom. Steven helped you to slip out of your damped work clothing, and placed on your favorite pair of pajamas that he owned. A navy blue shirt, and grey sweatpants. Steven led you to the bed and tucked you in. You attempted to persuade him to allow you to clean but Steven hushed you and kissed your forehead once more. You nuzzled your nose into the scent of his navy blue shirt and held tightly on the Taweret plushie that Marc had saved for you at Steven's job.
~After The Nap~
You slowly began to awake from your soothing nap. You could feel the damped sweat on Steven's shirt, which you were going to wash later on today. You gently rubbed your hand against your eyes but kept your eyes closed and relaxed on the mattress. Until the soft aroma of sweet carrots and onions danced around your nostrils. You involuntarily inhaled and opened your eyes. The place was neat, and spotless again. Without your help, of course. Within the kitchen hall, you could hear the soft melody of a song. Your best guess is that it was released during the 1950s, and that definitely ruled out it being Marc in the kitchen. As you sat up from the bed, you heard them sing in the kitchen "Te vi sin que me vieras, te hable sin queme oyeras". A smile grew on your face; you knew it was Jake cooking. How sweet of him to set the place up not only for you but for Marc and Steven. Jake walked out of the kitchen. He was wearing your pastel yellow apron, which made you burst out into laughter. Jake laughed and walked towards the bedframe. He sat down next to you, and smiled "Ya te sientes bien mi Vida? Are you hungry?""I do feel better baby, thank you. And yes, let's go eat". You smiled and began to remove the covers from you. Jake halted you, and shook his head "Tsk tsk. How can I allow el amor de mi vida to get out of bed? Aquiquedate, voy a traer tu cena". Jake told you as he walked away. Jake grabbed two bowls from the shelves and poured food into both of them. Your bowl had a small corncob, and Jake's plate had carrots. You raised your eyebrows Jake set a lap table on you and placed both plates. Before you could ask what Jake had made, he proudly said "HiceCaldo de Pollo! Cuando tengo una puta gripa de mierda, this always does the trick". You couldn't help but laugh whenever Jake said bad words in Spanish. He always knew how to make you laugh, even on your worst days. The two of you ate peacefully, as the rain slid down the window. Once you were done eating, you could feel the weight of the food making you sleepy. Jake removed the lap table and tucked you in. Jake kissed your forehead, the tip of your nose, each side of your cheek, and lastly your lips. You tried to pull away from the kiss, but Jake whined "Baby I don't want to get you sick."You pouted back at him, Jake rolled his eyes "It's fine Mi Vida. In health and sickness, right?" Jake questioned you, you nodded and leaned in for a kiss. Jake pecked your lips a few times before getting into bed himself, you laid your body against his chest as he caressed your hair. You began to drift off into paradise as you heard Jake sing softly "Y si vivo cien años; cien añospienso en ti"
