*sweet Jim

Warning: depictions of dysphoria/feeling dysphoric...also, it ends kinda of abruptly, so sorry about that

Your front door swung open dramatically as you walked in. You hadn't meant to open it that way, but your boyfriend had done it so many times that that's the way the only hinges allowed the door to open now.

"Hello darling, how was work?" Your boyfriend asked from the sofa.

"Fine. I'm going to go take a shower." You huffed.

It was a lie—and an obvious one, but you didn't care.

You made your way to the bathroom, and turned your back to the mirror as you undressed. You didn't really want to shower, but you knew you should, and you also just wanted to get to bed. And escape the rest of the day.

You kept your gaze up as you got turned on the shower head and stood under the water, the hot feeling against your back making it somewhat easier to ignore your body.

You got out, and dried off quickly. Your hair was long enough for you to wrap it up in a towel before walking into the bedroom you shared with Jim.

He whistled when you walked in.

You rolled your eyes, and started looking for something to wear.

"Hey," he said, walking towards you, "what's wrong?" He wrapped his arms around your waist.

You sighed, and relaxed into his touch. "Same thing."

"Did anyone hurt you?" He kissed your neck. "I can make them sorry, you know."

"Can we talk about this later? I'm tried."

He kissed you again. "Of course, love. I'll go make you some tea, then we'll cuddle, alright?"

You nodded. "Thank you."

"Of course, darling. I love you." He kissed the top of your hand before leaving to make you tea.

You got dressed, and was able to get into bed before Jim came back with your tea. He handed it to you, and got under the covers.

"Hmm," he hummed, playing with a strand of your hair. "You're so beautiful. Sometimes I don't know what I did to deserve you."