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BAD IDEA RIGHT? BEST FRIEND'S DAD!TOJI for KINKTOBER 2023!

DESCRIPTION: you and megumi are old friends, but a recent development (called growing up) has made you aware of just how hot his dad, toji fushiguro, really is. you sit on your desire for years until one night, you get an idea.

PAIRING: best friend’s dad!fushiguro toji x reader

WC: 5.1k whoops!

WARNINGS: 18+ MINORDS DNI. fem reader, afab reader, age gap! power dynamics, slight daddy kink, degradation, spit (like a lot it's a Thing here), oral (m! receiving), unprotected relations, slapping, gaping, size difference/size kink, creampie, toji is Nasty and a pretty bad dude lol

A/N: this is nasty and very descriptive i’m so sorry i really sinned here. anyway enjoy!

you and megumi have been friends since school. after all, it was inevitable that a friendship would form between the only two kids whose parents consistently forgot to pick them up after class.

nods of acknowledgment quickly developed into trading pokémon cards, sharing samanco waffles, cheating off each other during tests.

it was the most meaningful relationship you had in your life, the one other person who really got you and the situation you were in, and before you knew it, you two were being admitted to the same college, like you’d talked about all those years ago.

in the meantime, megumi’s dad had… mellowed out. from what you knew.

sure, he was still gone for weeks at a time, neglectful, irresponsible and womanizing, but one final falling out with their family seemed to have lifted a big weight off his shoulders, and he became more present in megumi’s life, less resentful. you knew he wasn’t a good guy, but you also knew he was trying, in his own way.

besides that, you also couldn’t help noticing other things about the man. you first started paying attention when you were in high school, always hanging out at megumi’s place to play video games or study.

toji would come home sometimes, smelling of smoke and sake, tonguing the scar on the side of his lip. plopping down on their shaggy sofa, legs spread wide, thick thighs straining the fabric of his pants. you would give megumi some excuse about getting something from the kitchen and just watch toji, lazily browsing channels with one hand inside his sweats.

it wasn’t a big deal. but it never quite went away, your infatuation growing with your desperation the more the man hung around. you did everything you could to get his attention.

you wore the frilliest, shortest skirts, left dirty dishes on the sink, showed up too late at night drunk and stumbling “looking for megumi”, acting out so you could try to get some reaction out of toji. but he never seemed to give you a second thought, annoyance being the closest thing to an emotion on his face every time your eyes met.

but you were no quitter. you knew one day you would get what you deserved. maybe not today, but… eventually.

you approach the fushiguro household’s front door, fishing out the extra key megumi had given you from your backpack pocket. you two had a study session today but he’d texted you telling you he’d be late and to just let yourself in, so that’s what you do.

with a sigh, you set down your laptop on their coffee table and sit down on the couch, looking up at the ceiling. before you can finish getting comfortable, a tall, broad figure is looming over your face and you almost jump out of your skin.

“what the f—oh my god,” you laugh in embarrassment. “you scared me, fushiguro-san.”

he doesn’t react, his eyes boring into yours. “me? you’re the one breaking into my house.”

you roll your eyes, pulling your legs up below your body. “megumi gave me a key. we’re supposed to study today, do you know where—“

“he’s with that itadori kid. don’t think he’s coming back tonight,” toji moves to sit down on the loveseat, turning the tv on. the old, boxy thing crackles to life, a boat race playing on the screen. toji adjusts his body in attention. “so you can fuck off back home.”

“um,” you start, but nothing else comes out of your mouth. you let your eyes wander all over his lax form, and you can faintly make out his abs below the raggedy shirt he’s wearing. it makes your stomach turn.

without taking his eyes off the screen, he addresses you again. “you know where the door is.”

an idea starts to form in your head. a really, really bad, tempting idea.

you discreetly take off your sweatshirt, leaving you in just your undershirt, no bra. you hope toji can scent the whiff of perfume you exude when you move, scooting closer to the edge of the sofa.

“nah, i think i’ll just study here. my parents are home today and they’re too… y’know.”

“not my fuckin’ problem,” he picks at his teeth, spreading his legs wider. your desperation is growing with each second he spends not looking at you.

you lift up your bag, something clinking inside. it's a bold move, but it's now or never.

“i brought booze. we could just share some and then i’ll go.”

that at least gets a reaction. the man snorts, finally glancing over at you from the corner of his eyes. you instinctively push your chest out, feeling eager.

“is that what you do with my son under my roof? get shitfaced in the house that i pay for?”

“well i paid for the vodka so i don’t see how that’s any of your business,” you make a point to pull out the bottle from your bag, swinging it around.

toji’s expression hardens, his jaw clenching. you know he doesn’t like to be challenged, absolutely hates smart mouths. you should be in for a treat.

“who the hell do you think you’re talking to, kid?” he stands up and snatches the bottle from you, turning it around in his — big, veiny, deliciously calloused — hand and laughing. “vanilla flavored? fuck, you really are a kid.” he says it like the realization excites him.

you can feel your face flush.

“are you gonna turn down free alcohol, toji?” it’s risky, dropping the honorific. you know he doesn’t like it, can see it in his face, but he doesn’t say anything.

instead, he unscrews the top with ease and takes a swig, grimacing at the taste. you watch as his throat works, adam’s apple bobbing.

his arms are huge, you can’t imagine he was ever shaped like megumi is nowadays, slender and frail. toji is tall and broad and big, with a permanent 5 o’clock shadow on his defined features.

he grabs two whiskey glasses and sets them down on the coffee table — no coasters —, pouring some vodka in both of them. it was most definitely not your idea to do straight shots tonight with megumi, but you will not go through the humiliation of asking for a soda to mix it with.

you’re desperate to have toji view you as the adult you are, no longer megumi’s awkward middle school best friend. you know you’ve grown up well; all you need is for toji to see it too.

you drink in silence for a bit, the only noises coming from toji being his disappointed grunts as the boats he bet on fall behind. you type away at your laptop, not really being able to focus with the heat rising within you.

he refills both your cups a couple more times, but makes no effort to talk.

you slowly but surely start to get antsy, your determination wavering and giving way to a funny feeling one can only experience by drinking with their best friend’s dad who they’ve wanted to fuck for like, ever.

so you bite the bullet and with the liquid courage flowing in your veins, you strike up conversation.

“y’know, toji, i’ve always wanted to ask,” his head lolls on his shoulder to look at you lazily and disinterested. “what happened to megumi’s mom? he doesn’t talk about it.”

“yeah, well. me either,” toji replies. you take a deep breath.

“you’re gone a lot. megumi is alone a lot.”

toji scoffs.

“thought that was what you were here for, hmm? megumi’s done well for himself,” he finally, probably for the first time in your life, gives you a proper look over, his eyes traveling all over your frame, tucked into the armrest of the couch. “scored himself a nice little bitch.”

you let out a strangled noise. you’re fighting laughter when you exclaim, “i’m sorry?! you think megumi and i have a—like, a thing?”

toji just shrugs, stretching one leg out in front of him. “i figured. why else would you loiter around my house so much?”

oh, if he only knew.

“no, no. it’s never been like that. megumi’s not really my type.” toji hums inquisitively, and you take that as a sign to continue. “i’m into more… mature guys.”

toji eyes you knowingly, but seemingly amused.

“that right?” you nod. “fuckin’ kid like you even know what to do with a man?”

you raise an eyebrow. you’re a sophomore in college, well into your twenties. he can’t be serious. “surely you know i’m not a kid anymore. surely you d—“

“surely my ass,” he exclaims and oh, he’s a little terrifying like this. toji downs however much was left in his cup and turns to you, pointing with the hand holding his glass. “you’re a full of shit, foul mouthed, rude brat. get the fuck out of my house, you’re pissing me off.”

you’re used to toji’s outbursts, not because you know him well but because every time you see him, seldom as it is, he always loses his temper, sooner or later.

“i think,” you take another sip, feeling loose. “your old ass wouldn’t be able to handle sex. like, actual sex, not those rich hags you who just lay there for you and give you money in the end. if you had to put in any real work i bet your heart would give out you slimey pi—“

you can’t finish your sentence because you can’t breathe, suddenly. your eyes widen, chest spasming as your oxygen gets cut off mid-sentence. toji has one of his huge palms covering your nose and mouth.

you look up at him with watery eyes but he’s not looking back, he’s chugging vodka straight from the bottle again.

he puffs his cheeks and moves his hand to cup your jaw, smirking around a mouthful of alcohol.

you catch your breath quickly, the hand that was clawing at his falling limply on your lap. toji holds your face, his grip unforgiving as he leans over you. his form is so, so much bigger than yours, towering over you completely, and all you can do is look up at him with a blank expression.

his thumb pries your mouth open with ease, the digit hooking behind your bottom teeth as toji’s face gets closer and closer. on instinct, you close your eyes.

soon, hot, stinging liquid is pouring steadily into your mouth. toji swishes the rest of the vodka between his cheeks — on purpose, you’re sure — before spitting it directly on your tongue.

it’s disgusting, everything about it makes your stomach churn, but it also makes you squeeze your legs together, chest rising and falling rapidly as you swallow without having to be told to.

“ya talk too fuckin’ much, brat,” he grumbles. ironically, you’re at a loss for words. “someone needs put you in your place already.”

“you,” your voice cracks and nearly fails you, but you’re determined. it surprises him, that you’d have something to say. that you’re still game. you can see it in his face, in the way his hands come off of you. “i want you to.”

toji’s expression is hard and unchanging. his fingers go back to your face, two of them slipping inside your lax lips.

your breath stutters as you inhale, instinctively sucking the digits and working your tongue around them.

toji grabs his cock through his pants pointedly.

“fuckin’ slut… that what you want?” you nod. he takes a step forward, knees hitting the couch. “is that why you walk around my house looking like a fucking whore?”

a whine dies in your throat at the sweet, sweet recognition.

he noticed.

he noticed and it bothered him and you really couldn’t bring yourself to care that he was your best friend’s father right now because he was tenting his sweatpants and your mouth was watering at the sight.

“please…” you paw at his waistband, pulling on the drawstrings. toji laughs at your desperation, voice growing gruff.

he buries a hand in your hair, fingers closing around your locks tightly and making your eyes sting with tears. slowly, he pushes your face into his crotch, so close that you can feel it pulsing, can feel every ridge, can feel that he’s not wearing any underwear.

god, you can smell him, and it makes your head spin, your mouth huffing out hot breaths and wetting the front of his pants.

you hook your fingers in the back of his sweats and pull until they’re down tight around his thighs. you have to maneuver the fabric over the head of his erection, earning a hiss from the man towering over you.

his dick springs up, slapping you in the face and leaving a smear of pre across the bridge of your nose. you think toji snorts at that but you can’t be sure. you’re too mesmerized.

he’s so, so big, the skin darker and flushed, tight, heavy balls and the head, angry red, peeking out from the foreskin.

your throat goes dry at the thought of it inside of you, inside any of your holes, because you know it’ll destroy you forever. and you want it.

toji doesn’t have the appeal that most men his age do to most girls your age. he doesn’t make you feel safe, he doesn’t offer financial support, he doesn’t care about your well-being, he doesn’t have his shit together. and to make matters worse to you, he’s your best friend’s dad, who your best friend doesn’t even like that much, whose presence has been totally indifferent to megumi for most of his life.

it makes you burn in shame to know you’re about to have a man 25 years your senior in your mouth.

you readjust your position on the couch so that you’re sitting on your knees, angling your face with his cock. it’s curved, pointing up, and you wonder how much of it he’s gonna wanna stuff down your throat. judging by the pure evil glinting in his eyes, it’s gonna be as much as possible.

you take a deep breath, steadying a hand around his length. it’s concerning that you can just barely close your fingers around him, but you put that thought aside to focus on pulling the skin down gently so you can wrap your lips around the tip.

toji sighs in relief, his grip in your hair tightening.

you begin to work your head up and down, licking the underside of his cock to gather up saliva.

“thaaat’s it, what a good little bitch. got a sweet little mouth on ya,” he whispers, hips thrusting slightly to work his cock further into your mouth. “yer gonna take all of it? or are ya all talk?”

you whine, gripping the base and sliding further down his length. he’s already hitting the back of your throat, making your eyes water and your stomach seize. you pick up the pace, twisting your wrist rhythmically as you suck him.

“don’t swallow,” he threatens, forcing his cock deeper into you, the head sliding into the opening of your throat. “lemme see how messy this slutty face can get.”

you choke audibly, eyes smarting with tears, makeup smudging. you look up at him with furrowed brows in a silent plea of mercy.

toji’s having none of it.

he puts one foot down on the sofa, next to your legs, giving himself the leverage to start fully fucking your face now. he wraps both hands around your throat and thrusts his hips violently into your mouth, his thumbs pressing down to feel his length in your throat.

“ahh, fuck,” he throws his head back, reveling in your desperate gurgles. you feel like a fucking ragdoll, like a fleshlight, unable to control the noises you make or how much dick you take. “takin’ me so well. who taught you to squeeze your throat like that, huh? so fuckin’ slutty.”

you sob around his cock, nose buried in his pubes. he’s impossibly hard, impossibly wet as thick strings of spit and pre hang from your lips, dripping down to his balls, falling to the floor.

toji keeps fucking your throat relentlessly, granting you mere seconds between thrusts to inhale a desperate breath that immediately starts to burn in your lungs.

he’s a fucking sight though, above you. chin tucked into his chest, veins bulging and biceps flexed, nostrils flared as he watches you devour him.

he pulls out suddenly, leaving you choking for air. tears stream down your face, spit bubbling out of your nostril. you look all wrong, like you’d been put back together by someone after being utterly demolished.

“open your mouth,” toji orders. you obey and he grabs his cock, slapping the head against your tongue a few times. he slides his length in and out for a bit before he starts jerking himself off. “suck my balls.”

you take that moment to swallow down the saliva that had pooled between your teeth, tucking away the wet strands of hair that frame your face.

toji’s lifting his cock towards his belly, fisting the head and flicking his wrist. he looks at you expectantly, and you understand it’s time to prove yourself once again.

you place a gente thumb right below his shaft, where his sack hangs. your tongue dips in between his balls, shyly at first, just slightly tracing the shape of them before you pop one into your mouth.

toji groans, the hand on his cock gaining speed. you squeeze your thighs together; you’re so wet that it makes you uncomfortable. you lean forward on your knees, steadying yourself with your palms planted firmly on his thighs.

you’re sucking his balls earnestly now , one then the other, then both at the same time, angling your head up and working your tongue up and down the wrinkled skin.

toji’s loving it, maybe more than the blowjob, and it makes you feel like a toy all over again, in an even more humiliating way because now you’re not even allowed to touch his cock, he’s just getting to use your mouth anywhere he wants.

it’s so fucking hot that it makes you dizzy. you hollow your cheeks, giving his nutsack a good suck before gingerly lifting his balls. you sneak a glance up at toji, hoping to catch him by surprise when your tongue dips even lower, approaching some pretty controversial territory.

it works. his breath catches in his throat and his knee kicks out instinctively.

he grabs your hair immediately, pulling you away from him.

“fuck,” you look up at him smirking, lips smeared with saliva and snort. but you don’t even care how debauched you look right now, as long as you can keep the upper hand. “you’re a nasty little bitch, aren’t ya?”

he leans down to kiss you deeply, messily, inhaling loudly through his nose. toji finishes stepping out of his sweatpants and pulls his shirt over his head, revealing what you’d been imagining for so many years.

you run your hands over his chest, his abs, down his hips, his v-line. he’s so fucking hot, got bulging muscles you didn’t even know existed in the human body, and scars you can’t even fathom the origin of.

he stares at you, looking bored. “get up.”

you do, legs shaking and prickling with pins and needles. now you can fully feel the scope of your arousal, how your panties stick to your core uncomfortably, how the wet tops of your thighs rub together.

toji sits down on the sofa and you waste no time getting on his lap, clawing at his chest and leaning in for another kiss. he’s unforgiving even like this, so much bigger than you, his hand on the back of your neck and his mouth on yours.

“arms up,” and when you comply, he’s pulling your tank top off. “good girl.”

you shiver, instinctively wrapping an arm around yourself. toji tsks at that, easily taking both your wrists in one hand and pinning them behind your back. he grabs your tit with the other, popping as much of it as he can in his mouth.

you groan, fighting against his grip to get your hands on his hair, his shoulders, anywhere. toji relentlessly sucks on your nipple, nibbling and circling it with his tongue.

when he pulls off, he lands a swift slap across your boob, ripping a groan from you.

“such a good fuckin’ slut, look at that body.”

he slaps your ass, this time, tugging your shorts over your butt. you help him get it off of you and then, finally, you’re straddling toji’s cock, no layers in between you two, just your dripping core on him.

you think, belatedly, condom, but then toji is pulling you in for another kiss and for all you know megumi could come home any minute and you wouldn’t want to waste time like that. or so you tell yourself.

his hands guide your hips to grind over him, soft mewls coming out of you and being buried into the crook of his neck.

“pretty little girl, gonna ride me? hmm? gonna ride this old man’s cock?” you whine, nodding.

you press your front against his so you can lift your ass up and guide the tip into your entrance. you don’t expect to be able to take it all, but at least like this you can control the pace and how much of it is going into you, the only thing keeping you from panicking at the sheer size of him.

the head of toji’s cock doesn’t slip inside so much as it pops inside, the ridge locking just past your opening.

it’s too big, and even though you’re soaking wet, it’s still a stretch. you both groan in unison and you realize, this is it. this is your fantasy, you’re fucking toji fushiguro, megumi’s dad, your best friend’s dad.

your legs tremble as you hold yourself up, too soon to sink down more on his cock. toji’s playing with your nipples but you have a sneaking suspicion his patience isn’t going to last much longer.

you give it a valiant effort to take more in and it feels like being ripped in two. you clench your jaw, a bead of sweat rolling down your temple.

“fuuuuck, so fuckin’ tight,” toji spreads your ass cheeks with both hands, rubbing the thin skin where you two are connected. he thrusts up, feeding your poor pussy more of his cock, and you let out a scream. “take it, c’mon.”

“unghh—can’t, toji, hang on—“

“‘course ya can,” he fucks up into you again and you sob, nails raking down his chest. he hisses and slaps your ass in punishment. you realize you might really cry.

“i can’t, it’s too big, too much—“

“shhh,” in an uncharacteristic display of affection, toji kisses the furrow between your brows, snaking a thumb between you two to rub your clit.

you throw your head back, body torn between seeking more pleasure and running from the pain. you can hear how wet you are as toji fucks in and out of you, your plush walls hugging him so well, weeping around him.

he speeds up and you bury your face in his chest, moaning wantonly into his skin. toji lets out staccato grunts, working his cock further into you with each thrust.

“any scrubs your age givin’ it to you like this?” he breathes out, grabbing your ass hard and moving it up and down his length for you. you whine, drooling on him. “yeah, that’s right. fuck, take it, that’s a good girl.”

“ahh, toji—“

“that’s not my name, whore,” he fists your hair and drags your head back until your eyes meet. “try again.”

“fushiguro-san—“ that earns you a hard slap on your ass. you yelp — wrong answer.

“toji-sama—“ another slap, and this time he grips the reddening flesh viciously. you whine, squirming in his grip.

“little braindead cumslut,” he wipes a tear with his thumb. “who’s fucking this tight pussy right now? huh? tell me who's ruining this slutty cunt.”

“d—daddy?”

toji smiles, humming, his grip on you softening as he leans in for a kiss. “that’s right, sweetheart. show daddy how much you want it.”

it’s amusing to toji, you know it. he just wants to humiliate you because he’s aware of how badly you’ve wanted this. but it does something to you, it’s serious to you, it’s so fucking depraved and sexy to you.

he lifts you up with ease and lays you back down on the couch. you feel so empty suddenly that it makes you want to cry, like toji has already carved a home inside of you for his cock that no one else will ever be able to fill.

he wastes no time getting on top of you, hooking a hand under your leg and lifting it up onto his shoulder. your eyes widen immediately, a protest dying in your tongue. this position… his cock… it’s, god, it’s gonna be—

toji plunges in in one violent, perfunctory thrust. you let out a scream, your heel kicking toji square in the back as your body rises up from the couch. he’s all the way inside now.

you can feel him bruising your cervix, his balls, wet with a mixture of the two of you, slapping against your ass, his hip bones drilling into you.

“you’re so deep,” you look at him with panic in your eyes, chest gone cold at the overwhelming pleasure. “you’re so deep.”

toji laughs, pulling out to spit on his cock. he grabs your ankle and sets it on his shoulder. “yeah, baby, daddy’s all the way inside now. feels good, doesn’t it?”

“fuck. oh fuck,” you let out shaky breaths, allowing toji to lay more of his weight on top of you. your knee is by your head now and somehow in this position his cock seems to hit even deeper, to curve up exactly in the right spots that have you struggling to breathe. “you’re gonna break me.”

“takin’ me so well. just a natural slut aren’t ya,” he’s fucking you so fast now, wet, slapping sounds resounding across the whole house.

there’s a thick creamy ring at the base of his cock, frothy and bubbly with how much you’ve been gushing for him. toji presses a thumb against your clit and rubs tight little circles, making you squeeze against him like a vice.

he grunts, speeding up his movements.

“so sensitive, this cute little pussy. you a virgin?” he slaps it a few times, your wetness sticking to his fingers with every pat. “gonna cum soon, whore?”

you whine, nodding. you wrap both arms around toji’s neck and pull him closer, open mouth awaiting expectantly.

toji grins, spitting onto your tongue before leaning in to suck it.

“toj—daddy,” you moan against his mouth, “daddy, i’m close.”

you don’t recognize your own voice. it’s slutty, desperate, pitchy, juvenile. it's too far gone.

toji works your clit over and over again, fucking you harder than you’ve ever been fucked. he splays a hand over your stomach, kneading the place where his cock is nestled inside of you and hitting a spot that makes you lose control of your body and words.

“ah, ah, ah, oh god toji fuck daddy make me cum, please please can i cum—“

“oh, fuck,” his thrusts start to become erratic and you know he’s close too. you clench around him, one leg wrapping around his hips to make sure he stays inside until you're done. “cum on daddy’s cock, come on. make a mess, little girl.”

you throw your head back, burying it into the pillows as your entire body thrashes with your orgasm. you clamp around him so hard that you can't even tell where he ends and you begin.

toji takes no mercy on you, his messy cock plunging in and out of you fast.

“gonna fill up this pretty pussy, yeah?” you shake your head desperately, one hand punching his chest. he can’t finish inside of you, right? but why do you want it so bad? “no no no, don’t fuss now baby. you want daddy’s cum inside you, don’t you? wanna give megumi a baby brother? fuck yeah i know you do fuckin' take it whore fuuuuck, fuck i'm coming—”

he thrusts once, twice, three more times, knocking all air out of your lungs and the most ridiculous moans out of your mouth before he’s spilling into you, locking your legs like a fucking pretzel and biting down your neck.

you can feel it pulsing, spurting inside of you. you can feel both your heartbeats in your abused cunt, both of your juices combined and oozing out of you.

once you catch your breath, toji pulls out of you languidly, with a yawn. you two made a fucking mess, a sticky puddle on the couch right below your ass.

toji eyes it disinterestedly, much like how he’s eyeing you right now. your sweaty, messy, fucked out self, nearly melting on the fushiguro household’s sofa.

“ah. are ya on the pill or what?” he asks, like he just now remembered. after a few seconds you nod, a little incredulous. “heh. good.”

you slowly sit up, reaching for your sweatshirt to at least cover yourself up. you sneak a hand down to your cunt, fingers sliding through the mess there to dip inside you.

fuck, you’re gaping. toji well and truly ruined your pussy. it makes you panic a little bit, but it also makes pride swell within your chest, knowing you took it, all of it.

toji finally addresses you.

“i’m gonna go take a shower,” he looks behind his shoulder, sighing. he points at you. “we left the fuckin’ tv on. if this shit racks up my bills you’re gonna have to pay me back.”

you guffaw. “me? pay you how?”

he smirks.

“got one more hole i haven’t wrecked yet, dont’cha?” he flicks your forehead. you just sit there, incredulous, trembling legs, halfway to horny again. from the bathroom, toji calls out, “let yourself out. oh, and leave the vodka.”

A/N: lmfao! i got nothin to say in my defense. reblogs r very much appreciated

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supervisor!Simon

When you get home, You strip down and get in the shower, warm water hitting your skin. You let out a sigh, the steam loosening the tension in your body. “Jesus christ.” you say aloud, the water feeling way too good on your skin.

You get out of the shower wrapping your body in a towel and sitting on your bed, too lazy to get dressed, you do your best drying your skin, eyelids so heavy from the pressure behind your eyes from the headache. The warmth is still on your body from the shower, you take one good look at the dresser in your room, deciding to just sleep without clothes. You slide under the sheet, and close your eyes, drifting off into sleep.

6 hours later, you’re awakened from your phone blaring next to you. An unknown number is on your screen, Brain still fuzzy from the nap you decide to answer, “Hello?”

“Was this a bad time?” you recognize the voice, “How’d you get my number?” you ask, rubbing your eyes, crusties in your vision. “I have my ways.” he teases and you smile at his voice, “you’re a weirdo.” He chuckles at you. “I know.”

“What phone are you calling from?” You ask mid yawn, “Mine.” your eyes widen for a moment, “You have one of those?” He snorts at your dumb statement, “Bought it just to track you because I’m crazy obsessed.”

“Don’t remind me.” you roll your eyes.

“Why not?” Simon smirks while holding his phone. “He’s not on my nice list right now.” You chuckle and Simon's smirk turns into a smile, “Am I on your nice list?”

“You’re on a list, sure.” He Lets out another laugh, adjusting the way he sits on his couch. “I’m on a list huh?” He clears his throat, “You’re on a list too, you know?” He says. You jokingly scoff at him, “I’m on a list?” you yell playfully, “Yeah, I just need to figure out which one.” he says, smiling at the crack in your voice, It sounded like you’d been sleeping. “Please let it be the cool people list.” You plead jokingly, “I don’t think so.”

“Simon, you suck.” you complain playfully. Simon held back on the inappropriate joke, Simon does in fact suck, and maybe he’d like for you to find out. But that’s just him. So he settles for a laugh, and you laugh too, it’s more belly, and loud.

“So, how're you feeling?” He asks, sitting up. “I’m okay.” you say softer, “I was asleep.” you chuckle. “Did I wake you?” Simon's ears perk up. “Yeah, but it’s okay.”

“You sure? I can hang up?” You sigh at his concern, “You’re fine, I need to get up anyways.” You say lifting the blanket, shocked you actually slept nude. You put him on speaker and walk around looking for some pajamas to put on, “What’d you get for lunch.” you brought up, “Oh some dumb soup Linda said was good, it was horrible actually.” You can see the disgusted face he makes in your mind, and you giggle at him. “Don’t be mean to Linda.”

“I’m not,she just needs better taste buds.” he says.“What kind of soup was it?” you ask, “Lentil.”

“You take that back right now.” you say shocked, “It was nasty.” he admits, “Now, You are a man of no taste.” You say, while slipping a tshirt on. “Probably.” he half agrees. “What’d you and Johnny get up to?” You roll your eyes at the mention of his name, “We talked.”

“About valentines day?” You hum and walk into your kitchen, looking through your fridge and freezer, eyeing the frozen pot pie. “As he says.” You state. “Well what’d he say?” he prods. “Simon, I didn't know you loved to gossip.” You tease. “Oh hush.”

“I’m joking, but He’s not a fan of our interlinkage.” You take the pot pie out of its package. “Of course he isn’t” he huffs, “Is he like your boyfriend?” he asks. “Well one, he hasn’t spoken to me all week, until today. And two, he hasn’t asked me out or nothing. We just flirt.” Simon only grunts. “Told you he was weird.” You laugh at his response. “A little.” you add.

The microwave beeps in the background, “You heating something up?” he notes your commotion, “Uh, yeah, but you're fine.”

He hums, “He asked for you..” he pauses, “After you left, if that brings any consolation.” he adds. “What’d he ask?” you question. “Where’d you go and If you were okay.”

Simon heard you sigh on the other side of the phone, which it wasn’t true, he didn’t ask. He just nodded at your empty desk and went back to whatever it was that he was doing. It pained Simon to lie to you, but he didn’t want to see you hurt. The truth would’ve been ten times better, he knows that.

“I don’t like people telling me what to do, you know?”

“Oh I'm aware.” Simon chuckles and you giggle at his reaction. “I’m serious, like now, I’m actually enjoying talking to you.” Simon’s eyebrows raise and he pulls the phone from his face, shock taking over his body. “Thanks, I guess.” he says, chuckling a little bit. “You don’t say I guess, You say thank you.”

“Let’s not give lessons on manners, Pointer.” You let out a laugh that makes Simon pull his phone from his ear. And that makes him giddy, giggling over the sound of your loud belly laugh.

“Hey, I gotta get in the shower.” Simon says, calming down from the laughing fit you both had, “You trying to leave me too.” You joke, Simon’s heart aches, taking the joke far too seriously. “I just got home from the gym” He says softly, “I stink.”

“I guess.” You say, huffing. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” he asks.“Well duh!” you say sarcastically.

“Bye, bye.”

“Bye, Simon.”

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Summary: Just as you get back on your feet after a nasty breakup, you see your ex out in public with his new girlfriend. What will you do to avoid an awkward encounter? Pairing: Jongho x fem!reader Tropes: strangers to lovers, fake dating au, Genre: fluff, angst Rating: PG Warnings: mentions of breakups, mentions of cheating, language, a brief moment of nudity (for changing), kissing Word Count: 5,496 Note: for @cultofdionysusnet Mocha Madness event! Thank you to @anyamaris and @sanjoongie for beta reading this and listening to my panic!! This has been a WIP for over 2 years now so FINALLY it's released!

Before You Interact

Prompt: You sit at the table with a random boy you see sitting at a cafe or something alone and say, “Kiss me,” and he replies, “Hi, nice to meet you too. My name is ___,” and then you explain that your ex is right there with the side piece he cheated on you with and this boy agrees ‘cause you to seem really serious about this. Ex approaches and starts questioning you, but somehow, this random guy gets him off your back. You start hanging out, faking a relationship in front of your ex whenever you see him, but the actual feelings develop. - given by @jaehunnyy

You had finally gotten back to going out after your ex left you. It had been a few months, but it took a while to get back in the swing of things with how that breakup went. You had gone to your boyfriend’s apartment to surprise him and found another girl in his lap kissing him. He was so shameless about it, too. He tried to introduce you to her and have you be friends. You push the memory out of your head as you walk down the sidewalk, it’s a beautiful day, and you were going to take advantage of it. You were walking along one of your town’s major routes lined with little cafes, restaurants, and stores. You enjoy the spring breeze and sunshine on your skin, breathing in the sweet smell of blooming flowers. You finally felt ready to face the world head-on and return to a routine. That’s when you saw them: your ex and his new girlfriend. You feel your heart race and suddenly sit in front of a random young man in one of the cafe’s outdoor seating areas.

“Kiss me.” you tell him.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you too! My name is Jongho.” he says with a sarcastic smile.

You sigh, “Please, my ex is walking this way. He’s with his new girlfriend, the side piece he cheated on me with. I don’t want to deal with the confrontation. I’ll pay for your food. Please kiss me, and I’ll do anything to make it up to you.”

He gives you a confused look at first, then leans forward, inches from your lips, “That all depends on how good of a kisser you are.” he whispers.

Suddenly, his lips are on yours, and you nearly melt onto the cement beneath you. You had no idea what to expect from him, so when you feel his soft, pillowy lips against yours, you can’t help but lose your breath. His right hand holds your face gently. They’re slightly calloused but not enough to annoy you. When you pull back, you hear your name called by the last person you want to hear say it.

“Just follow my lead,” you whisper to Jongho, “Hi, Wooyoung!” you fake a smile, “How have you been?” “Pretty good. It’s been a few months now, hasn’t it?”

“Mhm.” you reply with a tight-lipped smile, “Oh, this is Jongho, my boyfriend.”

He holds one of your hands across the table, seeing as how you introduced him. His other hand reached out to shake Wooyoung’s hand. Then, releasing his new girlfriend’s hand, he shakes hands with who he assumes is your new boyfriend.

“It’s nice to meet you. This is my girlfriend, Miyeon.” he smiles brightly, looking back at her.

“It’s nice to meet you.” she sweetly greets you, “Wooyoung has told me a lot about you.”

You cannot help but feel slightly attacked by how she makes her latter comment. She knew much more about you than she would admit in front of your “boyfriend”. She had been a side piece for six months before you found out. She was lying through her teeth, and she and Wooyoung knew it. You subconsciously squeeze Jongho’s hand, and he immediately notices your slight discomfort. He squeezes your hand back, and only then do you notice that you’re squeezing his. He gives you a reassuring smile, and you suddenly feel comfortable with him, as if you’ve known each other for years.

“I hate to cut this short, but we’re in the middle of a date here.” Jongho smiles fakely.

Wooyoung looks taken aback a bit but smiles back, fakely, “Sorry, how about a double date sometime though? You comfortable with that, Miyeon?” she smiles and nods at him, “You too?” he questions you.

When you don’t respond, Jongho tries to gain your attention, “Sweetheart, you okay?”

“Y-yeah.” you stutter, “Sounds lovely. When were you thinking?”

“We were going to have an at-home date later this week. You two want to crash that?” “You okay with that, baby?” Jongho questions you this time, and you nearly melt hearing his low voice calling you that. “Yeah, same address?” “Same address. I’ll text you the details. You have the same number, right?” Wooyoung confirms, with Miyeon clung to his arm much tighter than before.

“Same number… I’ll just have to unblock you first.” you say with a subtle bite.

“See you later then.” he smiles awkwardly.

The moment they walk far enough away, you let go of a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Then, hearing Jongho call your name throws you off. You look back at him and see his worried look. His thumb runs over the back of your hand across your knuckles, letting you take your time to process what just happened. Then, when you fully come back to your senses, you nearly panic.

“Oh my god, Jongho, I’m so sorry! I was just trying to get him to leave me alone, but now you got dragged into another thing with me, a complete stranger.” you ramble.

“Hey hey hey, it’s okay, let’s just take this time now to get to know each other, and then I don’t mind being your fake boyfriend around them. You seem fun.” he smiles softly.

“What’s in it for you?” you ask skeptically.

“I could use some excitement in my life.” He shrugs, “My friend has been trying to get me to go on blind dates nonstop for like a month, too.”

You end up agreeing to his deal. You two stay there and get to know each other for a few hours. You find out he’s currently in university, majoring in early childhood education and minoring in music. He also works part-time at the little hole-in-the-wall book store downtown when he doesn’t have classes. As you continue to talk, you forget about the passing of time. You’re genuinely having a good time with him. It isn’t until a random storm comes rolling that you process how long you’ve been sitting at the cafe. You sit there in shock for a few seconds, just looking at each other until the rain gets heavier. You have a silent conversation then, running into the building, you find yourself at the front counter.

“Oh, let me pay for your food and coffee. I owe you at least that.” you offer.

He smiles at you, and you nearly melt with his gorgeous looks. You knew he was attractive when you sat down in front of him for the first time (you lucked out there), but now, seeing him with a bright smile and hair wet from the rain, your breath gets stolen from your lungs. Your mind returns to just how nice his kiss felt. You can’t help but wish you could feel it again. Of course, it likely won’t happen again, but you can dream.

“Don’t worry about it. I enjoyed spending time with you.” he smiles softly.

“Jongho, I roped you in pretending to be my boyfriend, lying to my ex and his new girlfriend, and kissing a stranger-”

He interrupted you, “And I don’t mind paying for my food. You made up for all that and more by spending time with me.”

You huff, slightly annoyed he wouldn’t let you at least pay for the items as an apology. He chuckles at your reaction before walking to the counter to pay. While you wait, you notice how the rain only got heavier. You had walked here. There was no way it would ease up anytime soon. You seemed to be stuck here for a while now. Finally, you’re dragged out of your thoughts when someone nudges you. Looking over, you see Jongho. He looks at you, out the door at the rain, and back to you again.

“Do you live far away?”

“No, but I walked here, and it takes about 20 minutes to walk here on a light foot traffic day.”

“Do you want to stay at mine for a little bit?” he offers.

“What?”

“Just until the rain stops. I can drive you home after, too. I just live down the street.”

You think for a minute, just looking at him, “How do I know you’re not a creep or murderer?” you say, teasing slightly.

He just chuckles and comments how you were the one who kissed him first. Ultimately, you end up nodding, accepting his offer. You both look outside at the rain and then at each other. There were no words exchanged between you, but somehow you both knew. He took your hand and pulled you out of the cafe into the heavy rain outside. You don’t stop to think or let go of his hand. If anything, you’re enjoying the spontaneity of it all. You feel relatively safe with him despite only meeting a few hours ago. The rain beats down on your skin, and your hair sticks to your body, but you couldn’t care less. Before you realize it, you’re being pulled into an apartment complex. Running inside and upstairs, you laugh in the hallway, dripping wet.

“Oh? Who’s this Jongho?” You hear an elderly woman’s voice.

“Hello, Mrs. Kang, just a guest.” He says offhandedly, smiling at her.

She lets out a slight hum, noticing how Jongho is fumbling with his keys, “Just keep it down.” She teases.

“Mrs. Kang,” he awkwardly chuckles, “it’s not like that. I’m just being kind and letting her stay out of the rain until it settles down.”

The older woman hums as if to suggest something else. Jongho shakes his head, looking down at his feet. Unlocking his front door, he allows you to walk in before him. You feel homey and comfortable in the atmosphere when you step in. The second thing you note is that a large Saint Bernard is fast asleep on the couch. You don’t dare take another step in due to how soaking wet you still are. Jongho steps in just behind you, pulling the door shut. He softly chuckles, seeing the dog and how he snores, still deep in sleep.

“Bear,” he calls sweetly.

The dog slowly blinks awake, its tail flopping loudly and happily against the cushion. It stands up on the couch and stretches before hopping down and trotting over to you both. The dog takes his time but sits down directly on Jongho’s feet when he gets to where you are.

“Hi, boy, you do okay with this rain?” he asks the large canine, petting him, “This is Bear. I know not everyone is a dog fan, but he’s a sweet baby who just wants love.” he explains to you.

You nod and let the large dog sniff your hand and get to know you. Almost immediately, he lowers his head as if asking to be petted. You hear Jongho hum again a split second later, almost in surprise.

“He’s normally timid. I’m surprised he’s already letting you pet him.” he explains, “Oh, um, do you want something else to wear? I’m sure soaking wet clothing can’t be comfortable.”

“I don’t want to impose.” You shyly respond.

He shakes his head at you, “It’s no big deal. Come with me. I’ll show you where the bathroom is and get something for you to wear instead.”

You nod, accepting his kind gesture. He motions for you to follow him down the hallway. Bear following not far behind him, happily trotting. You take note of the various pictures hanging on the wall. One, in particular, catches your eye: a group of guys around your age. All of them are smiling brightly, sitting in an outdoor seeing area. You quickly pick out the man, slowly becoming less of a stranger. The others, though, you make a mental note to ask about later.

“Bathroom’s right there,” his deep voice pulls you from your thoughts, “I’ll be right back with some clothes. I hope you don’t mind me giving you some of mine. I don’t have anything else.”

“T-that’s fine,” you offer with a slight smile, “I’ll need to get used to it eventually if Wooyoung keeps insisting that we do double dates with him.” you add as he starts walking further down the hall.

“You think he’ll do that?” he calls back.

“I dated him for three years. He likes double or group dates much better than one-on-one dates.”

You hear his footsteps grow closer again (and Bear’s nails clicking against the hardwood with him), and not much longer, he’s standing right in front of you. His wet, tussled hair makes you gulp and finally process just how stunning the man in front of you is. Then, you just look at him for a few moments, neither of you saying a thing.

“Um, I put a pair of boxers in there, just in case you wanted something under the sweats.” he notes, avoiding eye contact, “You don’t have to take them. Just leave them in here. I can wash your rained-on clothes, though. It would be rude of me not to offer that.”

“Oh, thank you.” you respond, an awkward chuckle raising your tone.

You close the door, clothes, and towel in hand. At the bottom, there lay the aforementioned black sweatpants and boxers; on the top was an oversized graphic t-shirt. You smile contently without realizing it. It was a kind gesture for him to offer you clothing. For him to provide clothes that you would be comfortable in was even more caring. Perhaps fake dating this man wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.

As you slowly peel off your sopping-wet clothing, your mind wanders. At first, it was just about how things between you and Wooyoung went and what you wanted to do differently about the entire encounter. Then, your brain wholly shifted tracks. Jongho was at the forefront of your mind about making up this elaborate scheme to convince your ex and his girlfriend. He vaguely mentioned stopping his friend from trying to get him to go on blind dates, too. That could add a whole new layer of complexity. When you step back and actually think about it, it sounds a little insane. You just kissed a man you didn’t even know, and now he’s pretending to be your boyfriend willingly. Your mind continues wandering down that path as you dry off your body and hair with the towel he provided you.

Then you freeze, looking over at the pile of clothing, and see the boxers he had referenced. Now, the internal debate starts. It would be weird to wear his boxers for multiple reasons, but at the same time, wearing his sweatpants without them would also be weird in various ways. In this case, you had to decide which was the lesser of the two evils. After a few minutes of standing there, fully nude, in a stranger’s bathroom, you finally decided to wear and deal with the item. After fully dressing, you look at yourself in the mirror momentarily. It’s odd; you haven’t worn anyone else’s clothing since your breakup with Wooyoung. Your hair is still damp from the rain; a towel can only do so much. You lack a bra, but at the moment, you couldn’t really be bothered with that. The shirt he gave you was large enough to conceal everything for the most part. Just as you open the door, you find Jongho standing directly before you, also now in dry clothing. Of course, Bear was by his side, happily panting and wanting attention.

“Oh, sorry,” he speaks choppily, “you were just in there for a little while. I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

You smile gently, “Yeah, I’m good. Where do you want me to put the wet clothes?”

“Follow me. You can give me the clothes. I’ll put them in the washer for you.” he offers.

You hand him the pile of clothes you had just picked up and follow him as he travels further down the hallway. Finally, he stops in front of a small closet and reveals the washer and dryer stacked inside it. He double-checks with you to ensure that nothing needs to be washed a certain way before he promptly starts the load of laundry and turns to face you again.

For the second time today, you’re absolutely amazed by this man slowly becoming less of a stranger. His hair is still slightly damp and hangs in his face. He looks comfortable in casual house clothing. Seeing him more in his element than at the cafe is nice. It feels like an eternity that you’re just standing there taking in his beauty. In reality, though, you know it’s a mere few moments. You don’t get broken from your gaze until a large dog jumps on you, demanding to be petted. He nearly tackles you to the ground before you can process what’s happening. You hear Jongho make a panicked noise before lifting Bear off you.

“Sorry, I don’t know what’s gotten into him today. He’s never clingy with anyone but me.” he sighs before reaching a hand out to help you up.

“It’s okay,” you smile, taking his hand, “I’m happy to know he’s friendly.”

“He definitely is,” he chuckles, “did you want a blanket? We can warm up in the living room and figure out everything regarding our story.”

You hum in response, just realizing that you are actually quite chilly. Jongho disappears into what you quickly notice to be his room and grabs a few throw blankets he had tucked into an armoire. The moment he steps out, he hands you one of the blankets and guides the way back to the couches in the living room. He lets you have the first choice of seating with a quick apology about the dog hair. Once you’re both comfortable, Jongho lets out a light sigh. You give him a puzzled look, and he’s ready to explain once he catches your drift.

“It’s nice to have someone other than Yunho, Mingi, or Yeosang here.” he explains, “It’s been a while since I’ve had someone over that’s not them. This wasn’t by choice, but I wanted to say it is nice to have your company.”

“Thank you,” you mutter out, “Are they the other three guys in those pictures?”

“The ones in the hallway? Yeah, we’ve all been friends since we were young. All of my life, essentially. They’ve gotten me through some really rough times.” He cleared his throat, realizing he was getting too deep too quick, “I guess it would be smart to figure out our story now.”

“Well,” you start, “Wooyoung and I didn’t break up long ago. It was only in February that I found out about Miyeon. So, do you wanna say we started dating in April? Like two months ago?”

“Damn, two months, and you’re already stealing all my clothes.” he jokes lightly, “Yeah, that sounds good to me. How about where and when we met?” “The bookstore you work at?” “Nah, Mingi would flip and blow our cover if we claimed that. He works there too.” he glances over and notices you’re still shivering slightly in your blanket, “Here,” he offers, opening up the blanket around him, “Come sit with me. You’ll warm up quicker.”

At first, you think about declining his offer, but the chills that run through your body urge you to accept. You nod, sliding across the couch to get wrapped up in his arms. You haven’t cuddled with anyone for any reason since before your breakup with Wooyoung. Feeling the warmth of his body against yours underneath this fluffy throw blanket sends butterflies through your stomach that you will away.

“I guess we’ll have to adjust to physical affection, too. I mean, only if you want that, though. I know Wooyoung wasn’t really big on PDA. I guess he is with Miyeon, but with me-”

“Hey, hey, you’re rambling,” he teases, “we can go over all those details as they come up in conversation. Now, about where we met.”

“The cafe we met at today? It’s the truth, just bent a little.”

“I like that idea.” he hums, “Blind date?”

“Seems boring,” you joke, “let’s at least make it interesting if we’re gonna make it up.”

“Hmm,” he ponders, “how about we meet at that cafe? I just saw a pretty girl and decided to pay for her coffee. That’s overly sweet, of course.”

You can’t tell if he’s flirting or just making up the story, but how he said it made your heart flip in your chest. Only now do you realize just how intimate this situation really is. You don’t know what cologne he uses, but the scent entirely surrounds you. Not only are you wearing his clothes, but you’re using his blankets and cuddling up against his chest. You’re wholly engulfed in the scent. The overall atmosphere is so comforting and calm. You absolutely love it. The heavy rainfall mixed with your relatively quiet conversation adds to the ambiance. It’s something you could never quite describe.

“Hey,” he pulls you from your thoughts with a shrug of his shoulder you were leaning against, “You zoned out there. What do you think about that idea?”

“I like it.” you hum back, “I guess we should get to know each other better than just our first names and jobs.”

He chuckles and tells you anything you want to know. Things that were as simple as his favorite color (it’s white) or as complex as his family dynamic. You laugh all throughout your time, cuddled up together, learning all you can. Bear had joined you at one point, resting his head against your thigh. His body flopped across the empty space on the couch you had once occupied. You hadn’t even noticed the passage of time, just happy sitting here and telling him about yourself and learning about him. The rain never let up, though. It remained a constant heavy downpour the entire time. At some point, you both become even more comfortable. His head rested on top of yours, and his arm wrapped ever so slightly tighter around your shoulder. It felt so right despite having just met a few hours ago.

Suddenly, he lifts his head, “How late is it? It’s hard to tell with how rainy it is.”

“It’s,” you start, pulling your phone out of the sweatpants’ pocket, “almost 10 pm. Oh shit, almost 10… I should probably go. It would be rude of me to overstay my welcome.”

“No, no, it’s okay. It’s still raining hard outside. I don’t want to send you home in this storm.”

“Jongho,” you sigh, “it’s fine. You said you’d be able to drive me home.” you remind him.

Just as he goes to answer you, a loud crack of thunder sounds through the sky outside. The rain begins beating down harder, the sound almost deafening against the windowpanes. It’s almost as if the weather itself is telling you to stay, too. He lets out a sigh instead of the words he was about to say.

“I doubt either of us wants to go out in that rain… and honestly, I don’t want to drive in that kind of storm either.”

“I wouldn’t make you do that.”

An awkward silence fills the space between you. You both know what needs to be addressed, but neither of you wants to say it. You hear Bear panting quietly from his bed near Jongho’s houseplant. It’s the only sound besides the rain filling the apartment. Fiddling with the hem of the shirt he lent you, you aren’t sure how to approach the elephant in the room. He doesn’t seem to either. Jongho is busying himself, looking around his living room, trying to find anything to look at.

“Well-” your voice comes out slightly shaky, “I’ll just sleep on your couch until the storm passes. I can walk home after-”

“No,” the brunette cuts you off, “I won’t let you go home by yourself in the middle of the night. I’ll sleep on the couch. You should sleep in a bed.”

“Jongho I-”

“Unless you’d rather share it with me.” he states plainly.

You’re taken back for a moment, having not expected the comment, “Um, I guess I’ll sleep in your bed then…” your voice comes out shaky again.

“Bear likes to sleep at the foot of the bed.” he chuckles, “Just a warning.”

A part of you feels bad for taking the bed. It is his apartment, after all. Another part of you is grateful he gave you the bed. You know sleeping on a stranger’s couch wouldn’t be the most comfortable, and his gentlemanly gesture makes you feel just a bit more comfortable. The greater part of you feels bad that he’s sleeping on the couch in his home.

You try for a while to fall asleep, but you just can’t. Even with Bear eventually coming to lay at the end of the bed, you can’t seem to fall asleep. Your tossing and turning eventually annoys the Saint Bernard, who huffs at you before walking up to lay against your body. You welcome the warmth, but sleep doesn’t come your way. Sitting up, you look at the half-asleep dog beside you. Bear just gives you a look and huffs again. After debating mentally for about another ten minutes, you wrap a throw blanket around yourself and walk out to the living room again.

Jongho is seemingly fast asleep on the couch. One of his arms is over his head while the other is resting against his chest. Yet again, he steals your breath for simply existing. When you step closer, you start to debate with yourself again. You should probably just go back to his room and succumb to tossing and turning all night.

“If you’re gonna stare, at least be subtle about it.” Jongho teases, eyes still shut.

“I couldn’t sleep.” You reply, “I didn’t want to disturb you, but-”

“I can’t sleep either.” He admits, “Come here.”

“What?” You’re confused, to say the least.

“Normally, Bear cuddles with me, but he’s already opted for his dog bed. Come here, we need to get used to physical contact, right?”

You nibble on your lower lip as you think. Earlier, you really did feel comfortable in his arms. His is right, too. If you’re going to be meeting Wooyoung later in the week for a double date, you know he’d be suspicious if you two weren’t physically affectionate. Finally giving in, you climb onto the couch and lay your head against his chest. The arm that was previously resting there moves to be splayed across your shoulders. Suddenly, you feel exhaustion overtake you. Mere moments ago, you were the furthest you could be from getting rest. Now, you can barely keep your eyes open.

You don’t expect to have a dog licking your face when you wake up. You blink slowly, seeing the sun beaming through the window. Then, when you see the pup sitting in front of the couch, you notice that he’s picked up his leash and wants to go for a walk. Jongho is still asleep underneath you. You opt to get up and get your clothing out of the dryer before you head out. On your way to the laundry closet, you grab your phone. You do your best not to let out an annoyed groan when you see a text from Wooyoung.

Do Not Answer ❌ Hey Miyeon and I are heading to the festival that’s in the park right now. You and your boyfriend down to move out double date today?

You leave him on ‘read’ for now. Eventually, you reach the laundry closet and grab all your clothing. Suddenly, Jongho appears in front of you. He’s clearly still half asleep as he shuffles down the hallway.

“Let me walk you back to your place if you’re going to leave so soon.” He offers, his voice still gravelly from sleep.

“I don’t want to be a bother.”

“Let me. It’s not a bother to me at all. Bear wants his morning walk as it is.”

You nod, “I’ll get changed back into my own clothes real quick, then we can go.”

Jongho nods back at you and lets you walk past to change in the bathroom. Everything is fine, peaceful even. You don’t think about Wooyoung’s rather irritating request to change plans. That is, until, he sends you yet another text.

Do Not Answer ❌ Hey… if you would rather come to our place and have the date there we can…

Didn’t think you wanted to be back in our apartment after you stormed out on me like that

If you do though I don’t mind that one bit… hope your boy doesn’t mind though

His comments make your skin crawl. Referring to his apartment as your shared home was already bad; also, saying you stormed out on him only made the bitter taste in your mouth worse. Still, you swallow your irritation and respond.

Do Not Answer ❌

My boyfriend has a name. Be fucking respectful Wooyoung.

My bad… So are you and whatever his name is coming or should I tell Miyeon you backed out?

You talked with him yesterday. His name is Jongho. We didn’t back out of anything… We literally just woke up. I’ll talk to him about it in a second

You don’t check whether he responds once you pocket your phone. When you pop the door open again, Bear is waiting for you. His tail is swishing against the hall rug excitedly. You watch as he trots down the hall when you step closer. You follow after him and see that he stops right at the door where Jongho is ready and waiting for you while looking at his phone.

“I need to ask you something.”

“Hmm?” He asks, putting his phone in his jacket pocket.

“Wooyoung…” you trail off, trying your best not to be annoyed with your ex.

Jongho’s face hardens, “Did he do something?”

For a moment, you feel butterflies coursing through your body. The way he’s asking is as if he’s your actual boyfriend and is showing concern for your well-being. You shake your head to snap yourself out of it.

“He wants to change plans last minute. He always did this shit when we were together too… If you aren’t up for going on a double date right now, I’ll just take the fall of ‘backing out’ like he’s claiming.”

“Where are they? If I can bring Bear with us, we’ll be good.”

“The park near his apartment that has some sort of festival.”

“Perfect! Do you want something else to wear since you wore that yesterday? I know it’s clean, but I’m sure he would say something even though I only met him yesterday. He seems like that kind of person.”

You nod shyly, “A sweater would be nice. I don’t mind wearing the rest of my clothes still.”

Bear walks over and nudges you with his head. He’s already very attached to you it seems. You squat down and pet him for a few moments. Despite his size, the large dog melts into you and lets out a satisfied groan when you scratch his ears.

“What kind of sweater?” You hear Jongho call, “I have plenty.”

“Something comfy! I don’t want to be too cold while we’re out.” You call back, very much still preoccupied with Bear.

You hear Jongho walk back up to you. You look up and see a thicker black sweater with thin grey and white stripes across it in his hands. He’s giving you a gentle smile.

“Here you go, clothing thief.” He smirks at you.

You take the sweater from him, “You offered.” You grumble back playfully before walking back to the bathroom to change again.

The sweater is far more comfortable than you expected. It’s long enough that your hands disappear beneath the sleeves, and the bottom hem hangs low enough to cover your entire butt. When you return, Jongho has Bear harnessed up and ready to go. Something about the entire scene makes you feel warmly domestic with a man you met less than 24 hours ago.

The walk to the park isn’t very eventful, in complete honesty. Most pauses you take are to let Bear sniff something or do his business. Of course, you and Jongho make small conversation about nothing particularly important. You don’t even physically interact with each other. That is, until, you approach the start of the park. You feel Jongho’s strong arm wrap around you while the other still holds onto Bear’s leash. You look at him with a slightly perplexed look; you expect him to hold you, but his grip is rather tight on your hip. It’s almost protective in a way.

“I see them.” he whispers against your hair as if he’s whispering a sweet nothing. “Just play along, okay?”

You nod, “Let the show begin.”

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anchoeritic · 11 months

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★ — GOD IS FAIR, SEXY NASTY !

ABBY ANDERSON + FEM!READER

SYNOPSIS: where it took a lot more than just a 'please' to have abby finally relieve the ache sitting between your thighs.

WARNING: eighteen plus only content. minors do not interact. dominant abby, oral (reader rec.), praise kink, fem. directed terms (girlfriend, good girl, etc.), lowercase writing.

IT WAS NO SECRET that abby was more of a giver than a receiver. whatever her partner gets off to, she gets off to it too.

whether it’s stuffing her face between your thighs, nipping love bites down your stomach.. every moan of yours was pleasurable to her.

one thing she absolutely loved? giving you head. it was her most favourite thing in the world. if it could be her last meal, it would be. that woman is most definitely skilled.

the way your body wouldn’t be able to stay still whenever her hands were roaming across, trailing down your skin as they finally grip at the bottom of your thighs. she’s tugging you closer to her, making your clothed pussy hit right at her hips.

“what’s on your mind, baby?” abby’s mumbling out to ask you, “use your words ‘nd tell me what you need.” her grip was firm on your thighs, fingers softly digging into you. your panties would be beyond soaked at this point, dripping through the thin lace fabric.

“need you, abby.. shit, i want you.” your face flushes out a warm feeling, too embarrassed to finish your train of thought. your body is sprawled out on the mattress, bare in all its glory with the exception of your flimsy pair of panties hanging on your hips.

she finds your humiliation entertaining. god, you looked like such a dumb baby trying to spit out your wants and needs. all you needed was to ask, but she wanted you to beg.

“keep going…” she stares down at you, waiting for you to continue. “let me hear you beg like the good girl you are, yeah?”

“touch me, please. i’m all yours.” abby’s hand laid flat on your thighs, tapping on you softly as your sweet pleads filled her eardrums. “been achin’ all day for you, let me have this.”

it didn’t take long for her fingers to find the thin strings of your panties, pulling down the lace to reveal your sopping cunt, all wet for her.. and only her. the sight in front of her only made the ache between her thighs grow, becoming almost needier than her girlfriend.

she could just consume you whole, at this point. with the way you were staring down at her; all teary and needy. she could’ve had them start streaming down your cheeks in no time. have you all flustered and humiliated.

“been waiting all day, huh? bet you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself.” she almost laughed down at you, imagining how pathetic you’d look trying to please yourself with your fingers. she knew they could never compare to hers, or her tongue.

she was right, though. you really couldn’t resist trying to pleasure yourself. but with everything you did, you never came close to reaching your high.

every thought you had of abby, every scene replaying in your head of last night, it still couldn’t help you. she was the only one that could.

leaning in closer, she could feel the heat radiating off of your cunt. the fabric wasn’t thick enough to hold her off as she let her tongue lay flat on the surface of the centre. the wet spot on your panties grew bigger, abby’s tongue covering your entire pussy through your panties.

“oh, f—fuck..” if it wasn’t for her hands holding you down by your hips, you would’ve started rocking them against her. she felt your hands gripping at her head, holding onto her hair for dear life. she hadn’t even started and already had you damn near on the edge.

a long stripe down your panties. that’s what it took to have her name fall from your lips, quivering the last syllable. “ab—by, abby, oh my god.”

your head was thrown back waiting for her to continue, eyes fully shut as you only saw darkness. but as much as you saw nothing, you felt everything at the tip of her tongue. quite literally, in this case.

“look at me, baby,” she mumbles against your cunt, “let me see those eyes as i fuckin’ devour you.”

obeying, your eyes fluttered back open to see hers already staring up at you; cold and dark. only that look could send you over the edge. staring into your soul while her tongue is about to be into you.

“such a pretty pussy, mm..” moving your panties aside with her thumb, she took a good look at your pussy in front of her. licking her lips, she looked back up at you with a wide grin. “and she’s all mine, isn’t she?”

#abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson smut #abby anderson x you #abby anderson x y/n #the last of us #tlou #abby tlou #abby the last of us #abby x you #abby anderson tlou2

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photogirl894 · 30 days

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Congratulations on all of the followers, Morgan 🥳

I'm popping in for a very simple event request. Fem!Reader x Fives with Prompt #6: A hug from behind. Something soft and sweet. I'm a sucker for physical affection 🥰

Please and thank you 💚💚💚

@the-bad-batch-baroness

Thank you so much, @the-bad-batch-baroness , my friend!! 💜

Oooh, I haven't written for Fives yet! This should be fun!! 😊

"Wherever You Are"

6. A hug from behind

Pairing: Fives x fem reader

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Being a waitress at 79's was definitely one of the best jobs you'd ever had. A good majority of the Clones who frequented the establishment were very friendly and regaled you with plenty of thrilling war stories.

However, the biggest reason why working at 79's was the best job you'd had was because that was where you'd met Fives, your boyfriend and the sweetest, most loving man in existence.

He'd started off trying to flirt with you, just like how a lot of other Clones would, and you thought nothing of it, playfully going along with it, even though you did find him extremely handsome. Then one night, he sincerely told you he thought you were beautiful, kind and fun and he wanted to take you on a proper date since he'd be on Coruscant for a little while. That surprised you in a good way and you'd accepted...and boy, were you glad you did! He was nothing but gentlemanly and charming through your whole first date: opening doors for you, complimenting you and showing interest in you and your life. Which was so much more than any other man you'd gone on dates with.

Since that day, he spent as much time as he could with you when he was back on the planet. Even if you were working, he would just chill at 79's until your shift was over and then you two would go back to your apartment just to have time alone. Sometimes if his squad mates came with him, then you would hang out with them at the bar once you were off the clock and enjoyed a few drinks with him and his brothers. They were a good group of men whose company you enjoyed. They treated you kindly and with respect, seeing how much you meant to Fives. You couldn't be happier.

Fives had been gone on a mission for a while and you found yourself missing him more than usual. It had been a rough few days; you had crashed your speederbike because the other driver wasn't watching, so you had to take a good chunk out of your savings to pay for repairs. Then you'd had to kick out some drunk guys because they were getting too handsy with you and you got called some pretty nasty names. If Fives had been there, he would've beat those guys to a pulp for ever daring to lay a hand on you or for speaking to you in such a way. He would've defended your honor, even if you felt you could handle things yourself. You just wished he was there to talk to, to hold you while you just had a good cry over all the frustrations you were feeling...but you knew that he had more important things to worry about as a soldier. He had a duty to the Republic that he needed to fulfill first before his duty to you. That's what you had to keep reminding yourself.

Finally, your shift ended and the bar cleared out of patrons. It was just you and the music playing over the speakers, so you started cleaning the tables. A few minutes later, you heard the doors swish open behind you.

"We're closed," you stated without looking, continuing to wipe the table in front of you.

There was no response for a second and then all of a sudden, a pair of arms wrapped around your waist as someone hugged you from behind.

You then felt the familiar scratch of a goatee on your skin as the person nuzzled into your neck and said in a low voice you knew well, "Looks like we've got the place all to ourselves, then."

With a gasp, you flipped around in his arms and looked into the handsome, loving eyes of your Fives.

"Fives!" you cried, jumping up and throwing your arms around his neck.

His embrace tightened around, rocking you back and forth. "Oh, I've missed you so much, babe," he said to you.

"I've missed you, too," you replied. "I'm so glad you're back. It's been an awful last few days and I've wished so badly that you were here."

Fives tilted your head up and gave you a sweet kiss on your forehead. "Well, I can't have you feeling down anymore now that I'm here," he said. "Come on, let's go home. We can cuddle on the couch, I'll make you a nice cup of tea and you can tell me everything that's happened."

You tilted your head curiously. "Home? You mean my apartment?"

He snickered. "Babe, my home is wherever you are." Then he cupped your cheek and brought you to him, kissing you in a way that made all your worries and frustrations just fade away.

"You really mean that?" you asked him with a smile.

"Of course, I do. I love you," he confessed to you, touching his forehead to yours.

You'd had a feeling for a while now that he loved you, but the occasion to finally say so just hadn't come up yet, especially with him being gone on missions so much. It made your heart soar to finally hear those words from him at last.

"I love you, too, Fives," you said back, feeling a massive weight lift from you. "Now...let's go home."

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yanderes-galore · 1 year

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I was wondering if you could make a

male! Wednesday Addams x demon power! reader

Or male! Wednesday Addams x shy! Reader

Sure! The Netflix show is so good. Let me try my hand at a genderbent Wednesday for you :) Aged up as usual, this is also a genderbend for all characters. Which means Enid is a boy too.

Yandere! Male! Wednesday Addams with Shy! Darling

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Stalking, Threats, Possessive behavior, Mentions of wanting to kidnap, Jealousy, Dubious on if relationship was forced or not, Manipulation.

Wednesday would probably be a yandere who takes a long time to obsess over you.

He just isn't into romantic relationships.

Also, your shy nature keeps you out of the way.

Which, let's be honest, is for the best.

Wednesday when he does find someone he likes can be rather morbid.

Others around you certainly aren't safe, either.

Due to your persona and being rather average... Enid would probably have to introduce you.

Thing also sets Wednesdsy up for events frequently (dates, parties, dances, etc.), so they'd help too.

Truthfully, Enid and Thing start this whole thing off.

You would've been fine if they didn't.

It starts with you being friends with Enid, Wednesday's werewolf roommate.

He's naturally outgoing compared to Wednesday, whom you probably meet by accident.

Enid takes you to their dorm to hang out or get you something... not knowing Wednesday was there.

"Oh hey, Roomie!"

He chirps, greeting the gothic man who's typing up another novel.

"... did you really bring someone with you?"

"Only for a bit. Me and (Y/N) will be out soon."

"Make it quick."

Your interactions with Wednesday are brief.

You do catch his brooding black eyes looking at you sometimes... yet you never think anything of it.

Turns out Wednesday thinks more about you than you think, catching chat about you from Enid.

You don't know it but Wednesday has some strange out of place fascination about you.

You don't want any attention from others, Enid's descriptions of you are sickeningly sweet, and you honestly don't get on his nerves.

When Enid catches Wednesday not regarding you with distaste, he jumps on it.

Oh the gossip he does with Thing.

"Wednesday really needs someone to talk to. Plus, think about it, they'd have the cutest dynamic!"

Which leads to Enid and Thing setting Wednesday up with you, against his will and completely to your surprise.

Your chats are very quick and brief.

You also seem intimidated by Wednesday's demeanor.

Every word from his mouth is disturbing in nature.

The more Wednesday is set up with you, the more the curiosity he has for you grows.

He'd never admit it to Enid and would break Thing's fingers before they knew about it, but your company didn't feel like fire on his skin.

In fact, he felt heated more in the face than anything.

Wednesday would be very quiet in his obsession.

Not only does he appear out of nowhere, but Wednesday is good at stealth.

He could be watching you all the time and you'd never know unless someone told you.

Wednesday also never shows jealousy, or any emotion if we're being honest.

He's blunt in his talks, confessions, and threats.

Wednesday doesn't mind being brutal if he did consider anyone a threat to you.

Someone's bullying you due to your shy nature, perhaps?

They'll encounter a nasty surprise later, courtesy of Wednesday.

He never admits to liking you to anyone.

Enid and Thing can tell because they know him.

Thing also keeps trying to send messages to you that Wednesday thinks of you fondly.

Things such as invitations, letters, all sorts of things.

All much to Wednesday's displeasure....

It's hard to keep this whole thing secret is those two keep forcing it.

Wednesday would wait forever to actually say how he feels about you.

He mostly spends his time watching you, writing about you, and threatening those who wish to date you.

Oh he's wicked when someone admits they like you.

His eyes glare daggers into them and he swears he'll do something worse than the piranha incident.

Wednesday is never going to be a yandere very upfront with his emotions.

When he does decide he should finally ask you to be his, it's blunt.

He says it more like a statement.

He'd also probably compare you to something dark, like how you remind him of a solitary raven or delicate black rose.

It's his best attempts at being affectionate.

Enid is almost squealing when he finds out Wednesday is "dating" you.

Wednesday isn't entirely sure if he wants to call it that.

Wednesday is not really an affectionate guy with his darling.

In terms of kissing, at least.

You'll feel him pull you closer with an arm around you.

That or hold your hand tightly.

Even then it's usually when others look at you, like a possessive thing.

Everyone around you can tell it would be a death wish if they came near you two.

You're like a caged raven with Wednesday.

Similar to a raven, he thinks you're magnificent and possess a beauty he admires.

Yet also like a bird... you're easily able to be caged.

Wednesday doesn't mind the idea of that.

The idea of keeping his favorite raven in a gilded cage makes him strangely... happy.

Kidnapping seems like such a dark and romantic idea to him when it comes to you.

He most likely won't... but the idea tempts him often.

Wednesday refuses to let anyone else stroke your feathers, or give you any sort of attention.

From the day he said you were his, you're his.

He observes you and holds you like his precious bird...

Caged to admire by him and him alone, listening to his commands like a reclusive pet.

#yandere wednesday #yandere genderbend #yandere male wednesday

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onsunnyside · 2 years

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Okay but this idk okay my feminism is trying really hard to fight me rn but I can't. Who would this be?

Also can I be ur 🌙 anon if u don't have one and well if u do give me any emoji you want.

that’s kalopsia!reader aka Arcadia Phi’s pet !! dark smut drabble below

warnings: dark, smut - minors DNI, dark characters, overstimulation, non-con/dub-con, implied free use, unprotected sex (p in v), dirty talk, degradation, dumbification, dacryphilia, dehumanization, gagging (with a used condom), size kink, it’s totally nasty, you’ve been warned.

The semester has just ended and you’re all on winter break, it’s the perfect opportunity to spend days on end being ✨used✨ by your alphas because it turns out, they’re also in rut 😵‍💫

They don’t go full animalistic since they’d rather not ruin you within the first few months of your relationship, so they take the time to write all over your body—signing their names, their fraternity crest, slut/pet, and covering you in spit and cum.

By the end of the second day, you’re a limp mess in the living room, hiccuping and whining someone traces through your puffy, creamy folds and pulls out the used condom.

“N-No more…”

A sharp sigh follows your words. “Curtis.”

“I’m coming.” The alpha enters your view, already fisting his hard cock. He cranes his neck, “hey, pet, you’re awake again?”

“I can’t, I can’t.” You weakly protest, trying to crawl away from the man adjusting you from behind. A thickness prods at your weepy hole, slipping between your cum-covered petals. “Please no!”

“That’s not the right attitude, dumb baby.” Curtis replies, “You’re supposed to be good for us.”

“And let us use you whenever we please.” Steve murmurs against your shoulder, peppering kisses along your skin.

“Getting started without me?” Another voice pipes up from your side, it’s Andy with a towel around his waist and a fresh scent follows him. He crouches before you with a soft grin on his face. “Hi, my pretty girl, you gonna give daddy a kiss?”

Your eyes flutter shut as you lean forward, anticipating another kiss that will steal your heart—but instead, something wet and squishy is shoved between your lips.

“Hey, that wasn’t nice.” Curtis mocks, gripping your chin to get a closer look at you.

The condom, used and practically pumped full is hanging out your mouth, someone’s seed dribbles down your lips and chin, creating a trail for those pretty tears to follow.

“As if you haven’t done worse.” Andy rolls his eyes, dropping the towel to the floor and kneeling by your face. His hand wraps around his cock, slowing jerking then he taps your cheek with the bulbous tip. “Right, pet? Isn’t Curtis always so mean to you? Practically bullies that little cunt.”

“Remember when he made you suck his cock in that club?” Steve pushes in abruptly, groaning as your walls pulsate around his length. You choke out a gasp, as he presses to the hilt, and his fat girth intensifies the soreness that hasn’t left you once. You roughly wiggle and let out muffled pleas, trying to get away as he leans forward, crushing you—trapping you beneath his weight.

“He came all over your face and made you wear it the rest of the night.” A deeper tone rumbles from the entry way. Ari has his arms crossed over his chest, watching the pure filth play out. “Showing everyone what a little slut you are.”

You’re lucky the rest of the house is empty at the moment. Not that they would’ve cared, but they know you’d be utterly embarrassed about being caught by the rest of their fraternity brothers.

“Ransom!” He calls, and footsteps sound before another man enters the living room. He has a water bottle in his hand, gym shorts hanging low on his hips.

“Oh, we’re going again?” Although he sounds calm, you know he isn’t. In fact, he was just working off steam instead of fucking you into the couch again.

And that condom in your mouth tastes like him.

“Well, they’ve already started. Zero patience.” Ari snorts, slowly unbuttoning his pants.

“Finally.” Ransom grins, stripping off his clothes. “This time, I want her mouth.”

“Too late.” Andy grunts, shoving himself deep into your mouth alongside the condom. “Better luck next time, playboy.”

🌙 is already taken so I’ll give you 🌻 if that’s okay !!

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sheetsonfire · 2 years

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Believe Me

Fandom: Chicago Fire

Characters: Severide!Sister, Kelly Severide, OC, Matt Casey, Squad 3, Chief Boden

Word Count: 5377

Warnings: injury mention, swearing, manipulative behaviour

Requested By Anon: Could you do a Kelly x SquadFF!Sister. Kelly’s new girlfriend doesn’t like his sister. Kelly doesn’t notice this and wants them to be friends. His sister try’s for Kelly but when he’s not around or not looking the girlfriend is a b****. When the sister mentions it to Kelly, he brushes her off basically saying she’s imagining things. One day Kelly is with his gf and he gets a call something has happened to the sister (minor emergency, nothing crazy unless that’s what you’re feeling) and when he tells his gf he’s gotta go she gets mad and basically gives him the “its me or her” speech and he breaks up with her on the spot.

I know it’s kinda long and specific but feel free to change anything you want! All I ask is that if you do write this, can you please make the reader (sister) very not dramatic. Like she tries not make a big deal out of it even though it bothers her. Also big fan of badass women… just saying. 😉

The past 24 hours had been one of the most taxing shifts in a good while, Squad had been called to back-to-back long, complicated, rescues which had left you feeling pretty zonked and somewhat deflated, in need of a recharge. However, other than a deeply satisfying and long sleep, you had personal matters that required your attention. One such matter was that you would be meeting Kelly, your big brother and Squad Lieutenant, for drinks at Molly’s. This wasn’t just a hang-out that you could call off, however, as tonight you’d be meeting his new girlfriend, Olivia.

You tried your best to be supportive of Kelly and his romantic endeavours, you knew that your brother had a heart of gold and always went in with the best intentions. Yet, you also knew he had emotional baggage that he was yet to face full on, and although you and he would talk about anything and everything, it was still down to him to make decisions for himself. So here you were, willing to give Olivia your most polite, undivided attention and see what she was all about, whether Kelly had made a good choice or not remained to be seen. He had seemed really happy of late, and who were you to put a question mark over that?

Arriving at Molly’s your bladder instantly decided that before drinks it would need a visit to the bathroom, so giving your brother a quick wave and Herrmann a salute you headed straight to the restroom. You noted on your walk through that Kelly was alone at the bar, you just figured Olivia hadn’t arrived yet and thought nothing of it. In your brief cloud of thoughts, you didn’t notice someone exiting the bathroom, walking straight into them and snapping yourself out of your musing.

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry, I was totally somewhere else! My bad…” You spoke quickly, apologising profusely as a small embarrassed expression came across your face, smiling to diffuse the annoyance the stranger might feel.

However, the stranger scoffs, shoving past you as she comments, “For christ’s, just pay attention! What’s wrong with you, are you stupid, bitch?”

Leaving you standing there dumbfounded as it was clearly an accident and you had apologised, there was no need for that kind of venom. Before you can even respond the door to the main bar area swings shut and the stranger is back out into the foray.

You head to the bathroom for the pee you’d gone for, feeling irritated that you hadn’t had the chance to call that woman out on her nastiness. You were used to stressed out and sometimes volatile people whilst working on Squad, but experiencing that kind of behaviour in a bar really got under your skin.

Washing up and making sure you were presentable for Olivia and Kelly, you head back out into the main area of Molly’s, laughing quietly as Herrmann gives you an encouraging thumbs up on your way back to where Kelly was sitting, now with a woman with long, straight, almost midnight black hair…

You recognised that hair. You had just seen it swishing past you outside the bathrooms.

“Of course, it would be wouldn’t it.” You exhale in irritation, muttering to yourself as you take the last steps toward Kelly and his companion. Plastering the best smile on your face.

“Kelly.” You wrap a friendly arm around your brother’s shoulder, waiting for him to introduce his new demonic girlfriend.

“Hey! I’m so glad you’re here. Y/N this is Olivia, Olivia this is Y/N.” The lieutenant gestures to the woman beside him, and it’s like looking at a completely different person from minutes ago. Her eyes are softer, less hardened, and a sickly sweet smile greets you - it’s almost shy. She even reaches in to give you a half-hug complete with a pat on the shoulder. You want to laugh in her face, but you don’t show any other emotion other than polite joviality and return the gesture.

“It’s SO amazing to finally meet you, Y/N. Kelly has told me so much about his amazing little sister.” Your eyes do light up a little, not because of Olivia but because Kelly had been talking about you - he had always been so supportive and encouraging of you, he was the reason you fought so hard to get a place on Squad 3 with him. Working with your brother was the dream, and he had let you cut no corners. You were sure that you’d had one of the more gruelling application processes for Squad.

“The same for you, Olivia. It’s really nice to meet you.” You smile as best you can, slotting yourself next to Kelly at the table they’d moved to.

The night was going somewhat successfully, trading work stories, interests and future hopes for trips, experiences and so on, you could feel your irritation from before thawing out… That was until Kelly decided he needed to pee. Something you couldn’t be mad at him for, but desperately wanted to given what happened as a result.

Kelly had left you and Olivia to make small talk, and you had decided that perhaps you had caught her in a bad spot outside the bathroom earlier, choosing to hope that the person you’d been talking to all night was genuinely the kind and the interested person she seemed to be.

“I’ve really enjoyed this tonight, Olivia. It’s so good to see Kelly happy and excited about things other than work.” You smile, sipping at your drink, waiting for some kind of response.

Olivia simply stares at you, an arrogant smirk on her face, she raises an eyebrow.

“You think this is for you? To enjoy tonight? I’m here because your brother wanted me to be, don’t get it twisted. We’re not going to become best friends or fun sisters-in-law or whatever. Kelly’s got a right to have a life away from his little sister hanging off of him at every moment, don’t you think?”

The words cut into you and you feel your body turn cold, she’s still got a smile on her face for anybody that might look over to the table and see whether Kelly’s sister and his new girlfriend are getting along. You feel the rage bubbling up in your chest, jaw clenched, you really didn’t understand what this woman’s problem was.

“I didn’t… I’m sorry, what have I done to offend you? What happened earlier was an accident, and I know Kelly has his own life, I would never-” The sound of her grating laughter cuts through the air, and you have no idea what’s going on until you feel Kelly return beside you.

“Kel, Y/N was just telling me stories from when you were kids.” She grins, giving him the doe eyes as you sit dumbfounded.

“Is that so, huh? Nothing too embarrassing, I hope.” Kelly turns to you, and you realise you’re frozen in incredulity. Seconds pass by, and your brain kicks back in, shoving out your best half-hearted laugh and smile. “Nothing too embarrassing, just the highlights” You jest, but really you just want to throw the rest of your drink in Olivia’s face. Your enthusiasm doesn’t quite land, Kelly gives you a weird look, but he figures you’re tired just like he is from the previous shift.

“Sorry, it's my turn to pee.” You mumble, as you get up and make a beeline for the bathroom, your emotions surging through your body, ready to spill out in either tears or a temper.

You shove your way into the restroom, immediately turning on the cold tap to splash some water onto your face, blinking back the angry drops that push their way past your eyelashes. Fist clenched against the counter by the sinks. Breathing hard as you try to corral your anger. Being too much of a nuisance, interference or burden on Kelly has long since been your no.1 fear, and you have always tried to let him lead an independent life without relying on him too much as a younger sibling. You thought you’d been doing a good job, in fact, you were certain that you and your big brother had a wonderful dynamic, and yet Olivia’s words had rattled your cage so thoroughly.

The minutes pass and you’re finding it hard to get yourself back out there, messaging Sylvie to ask if she could make up some sort of excuse about your shared apartment with her, something that would require you to go back and help sort it out.

Just as you think you’ve rallied yourself back together the bathroom door opens, and the last person you want to stand there is watching you with cold eyes.

“You’re not sulking in here, are you? I was just giving you some adult advice.” Olivia snips, and you want nothing more than to strike your hand across her face.

You were in your mid-20s, and you had one of the most serious and taxing jobs around, you knew what it meant to be an adult and you were already sick of this witch making you feel small. If Kelly could hear her now…

“I’m all good thanks, not looking for any extra unsolicited advice.” You bite, this time side-stepping around her to leave the bathroom.

“You’re not running off are you?” She calls out, just as you reach the door back towards the main area again.

You take long, quick, strides towards Kelly who’s now got Matt for company. You greet the Captain briefly before giving your excuse to leave to Kelly.

“Hey, Matt… Listen Kel’, I’m so sorry but I gotta dash. Sylvie called and said the showerhead won’t stop running, it’s making a weird sound. I gotta go help her and get hold of the landlord. I’m so sorry for rushing off.”

Even to your ears, the excuse sounds weak, but Kelly doesn’t show any signs of disbelief,

“Oh, no sweat. You do what you need to, we can do this again soon, yeah?” Kelly smiles, squeezing your arm.

“Of course, see you tomorrow. And nice to meet you, Olivia. Bye Matt.” You hurry your goodbyes, only glancing at Olivia who gets to the table as you start to depart, seeking the fresh air and distance from that situation as quickly as possible. Not noticing the curious look Matt gives you as you leave, grateful that he hadn’t offered to go help Sylvie, seeing as fixing things was his forte.

When you get home to Sylvie she’s waiting with some drinks of her own and some snacks, music and a listening ear. You had tried to not let it get to you so much, but in the safety of privacy with one of your dearest friends you felt the angry tears fall.

“She is so condescending, Sylvie. Jesus Christ… I don’t even know her and yet she’s got under my skin. I have always tried to let Kelly be Kelly and not interfere. And-”

“And what’s changed?” Sylvie queries, eyebrows raised in that big sister, no-bullshit, way.

“What? Nothing’s changed…”

“Exactly, Y/N. You haven’t changed, you haven’t done anything wrong. You and Kelly are a sibling fortress, and this woman needs to back the hell up if she thinks she can come between you.”

You’re stunned into silence for a moment, this was something you already knew but had let your mind run away from in an evening. You hadn’t done anything wrong, you were there for Kelly always and you hadn’t let your misgivings from tonight get in his way. You had done everything you could to keep the peace for your brother’s sake.

Your eyes filled with “Oh shit” meet Sylvie’s “Uh-huh, I’m right” expression.

“What do I do, Sylv? I can’t just let her walk all over me, but I don’t want to make a fuss in front of Kelly.”

Sylvie links her arm with yours, “Y/N, listen to me very carefully. If Kelly found out you had let this all happen and kept going, well how do you think he’d feel, hm? What are the chances of him ditching you for a woman he’s known for a minute compared to your lifetime?”

“Slim.” You murmur. Yet, something about the happy glint in Kelly’s eye told you it may not be as straightforward as telling him and then it all being over. A part of you was still hesitant to shatter the illusion that his new girl was as sweet as pie.

“Slim to not happening at all, there's no way.” Sylvie corrected.

“So I tell him?” You ask, needing confirmation that you weren’t crazy and that you had every right to go to your big brother about this.

“You tell him, you let him know exactly how it all happened, he’s not stupid and he is generally good at seeing people for who they are.”

You nod, resting your head on Sylvie’s shoulder. “You’re the best, Brett.”

“Only because I am friends with the best kind of person, Severide. Now, what are we getting drunk with, and are we ordering takeout?” You laugh at that, in total agreement with the new plan, squeezing her in a hug as you pick up the remote to find something for you and her to enjoy whilst forgetting about bitchy people snooping around in your life.

The next shift with Kelly is a challenge, to say the least. Rather unexpectedly your brother is particularly hard on you, through maintenance, through drills and, rather frustratingly, on calls. For some reason, you couldn’t do anything right in your brother’s eyes and it was starting to piss you off. Things you did that would have been perfectly acceptable or up to standard for him were suddenly done too quickly, or not taken seriously enough on your behalf; it meant that, despite your best efforts to appreciate that you would be treated like any other firefighter, you were starting to get short with your Lieutenant. It hadn’t gone unnoticed by your crewmates either, with Joe, Capp and Tony all giving each other a look as if to say “What the hell is happening?”

The most recent call had been the last straw, on the return journey you had sat next to Joe in the back simmering with rage. Kelly had undermined you and called you out on something in front of the entire scene of responders, for something you were sure had been the appropriate course of action during the call. Kelly’s tirade had been such that even the Chief had to tell him ‘Enough’ and sent 81 and 51 back to the firehouse, making Squad 3 clean up alone. You hadn’t answered back, or protested, accepting your Lieutenant’s words as something to take on board, yet inside it felt like a fire was ripping through you.

You had swept and hauled debris in silence, opting to work next to Capp and away from your brother who was discussing something with Joe. You couldn’t even look at him as you passed him to get into the truck, you were close to ripping into him personally and unprofessionally - even though you considered his behaviour to not have been appropriate.

By the time you’d got back you were nothing short of having a breakdown, yet you held your head high and chose to simply pack away your gear ready for the next call, electing to find Matt Casey as soon as possible.

Making a beeline to the Captain’s office you knocked, barely waiting for the “Come in” before opening Casey’s door and pushing it firmly shut behind you. Sinking down onto the floor between the wall and his bed.

“What’s up, kiddo?”

“If you don’t help me figure out how to keep my cool, I am going to strangle my Lieutenant, your best friend.” You muffle a yell into your palms, looking up at Matt with imploring eyes.

“So he’s not your big brother anymore, just my best friend?” Casey’s face carries a hint of a smile, but he senses you’re not in the teasing mood.

“Case, you heard him out there today, he’s been up my ass all day. Did that bitch break up with him or something, because I-”

“Woah, hold up. You don’t know?” Matt’s eyebrows raised in confusion.

“Know what?” You’re focused on Matt now, your heart hammering in anticipation of what you didn’t know.

“Olivia told him that you tried to start a fight, and called her some pretty uh, nasty things. He came to me asking if you’d said anything, and I said I hadn’t seen you since Molly’s the other night. I figured this whole mess from today was the fallout of that…”

You stared at Casey with what felt like your entire stomach about to fall out of your ass.

“She, what?” You murmured, your head was pounding and your mouth had gone dry.

He rose from his chair, coming to sit on the floor with you, a hand on your shin in reassurance. “I know, I told him I didn’t think it sounded like you, but he was pretty mad, Y/N. I couldn’t calm him down all that much.”

Your face fell into the palm of your hand, you were so full of adrenaline you didn’t know what would happen to it next.

“That bitch. That honest-to-god bitch… All I did was accidentally walk into her at Molly’s, Matt. That’s it! I apologised and she in return told me how useless I was, then accused me of leeching off my brother, then she tried to make me feel like a fucking child… All the while I’m doing my best to keep the peace and not upset Kelly. I’m gonna… hoo, boy, I am gonna lose my goddamn mind.” You exhaled sharply, suddenly springing to your feet which caused Matt to scramble back and do the same, not sure where this was all going.

“Y/N, don’t do anything you can’t take back…” Casey warned, eyeing you with concern.

You can’t speak, shaking your head, patting his arm as you leave his office without another word.

Matt cautiously follows in your quick footsteps, watching as you head towards Squad 3’s table. He swallows, scratching the back of his head, waiting for the implosion.

You come to stand by Kelly’s feet, he doesn’t look up from his newspaper as you stand patiently. “Lieutenant? You got a second?”

“Can this wait?” He replies, not even looking up at you. You bite your lip, willing your anger and upset to go away. You didn’t want to do this in front of the firehouse.

“Unfortunately not, sir. It’s an urgent matter.” You bite your tongue, keeping it amicable, waiting for your brother’s response.

“Alright, my office.” He replies emotionlessly, getting up from his armchair as he wordlessly heads back in the direction you’d come from.

Matt eyes you sympathetically, and you smile weakly, steeling yourself for the conversation you were about to have. Joe, Capp and Tony eye the captain, looking for extra gossip. Matt shakes his head, “Back to work, or…whatever it is you guys do out here.” ignoring their noises of disappointment as he heads after you and your brother, wanting to be some kind of mediator if it got too heated.

Kelly stands by the entrance to his office, waiting for you to get inside the space before closing the door and shutting the blinds. Next door you hear Casey's door shut, and you know he's on standby if anything gets out of hand.

You stand in front of your big brother with arms folded, a defiant expression on your face. You weren’t going to take any of this bullshit, and you weren’t going to let Kelly have the wool pulled over his eyes.

Kelly’s jaw is clenched, he speaks in a deadly serious tone.

“Explain yourself.”

You swallow a scoff, shaking your head as you look at him. “Explain myself? You really think I am nasty enough to make your new girlfriend feel unwelcome? To get physical with her? To jeopardise your contentment for my own selfishness?” You stare him out, daring him to actually say yes to any of those. You can see the faltering in his eyes, he knew you, he knew how kind you were, how strong and loving you were. Yet, Olivia had put on a good show and for some reason, he couldn’t see past it.

“She was crying that night after Molly’s, Y/N. She was really upset at the way you treated her,”

You shake your head in disbelief, eyes closing for a second, searching for composure.

“I accidentally bumped into her on the way to the bathroom, Kel. When I arrived that night, you remember? That’s all that happened, I bumped into her and she called me a “stupid bitch”, and then for the rest of the night proceeded to accuse me of selfishly taking up your time, of being needy, of being a child.”

There’s silence between you, Kelly shifts awkwardly on his feet, he knows when you’re lying and he can’t see a hint of it in front of him. Still, he can’t understand why Olivia would have been in hysterical tears over nothing. You can see the wavering in his decision, you can see that he’s not going to fully commit to seeing your side of the story and your heart sinks.

“Kelly, I don’t want you to say another word without you really considering what comes out of your mouth next. Just know that if we lose this great family between us because of something she made up… I can’t take that, Kel. You’re my no.1, the one I trust…I thought I was the same to you.”

Your brother’s eyes are full of emotion, and you swallow, you just want to break down and beg him to believe you. You wanted to be strong though, to be believed because it was the truth and not because you’d made a fuss. And just like that, the cruel hand of fate sounds the alarm, and the voice asks that all units from the firehouse attend. You don’t say another word to your brother as you both leave in a hurry to get to the truck.

Sitting in the truck waiting to arrive on the scene gives you enough time to get your head together, as always you had a job to do and there was no room for the racing thoughts in your mind.

Pulling up outside a three-story home a blaze taking hold comes into view on the west side, you pile out of Squad 3 and head towards Chief Boden, masking up as you go, checking each other’s SCBAs as you listen to who is going where.

Your Squad is sent to the upper floor and you’re behind Kelly as you march up the stairs, announcing yourselves as you go, looking for any potential victims. Room by room you search, under beds and in closets, the neighbour next door had told you as you were going in that a large family lived there, with two parents and 5 kids. She wasn’t sure if they were home or not, but she knew that sometimes the kids would stay home alone if the parents had to work.

At the same time outside was the eldest child talking to the Chief, they had been found in the basement, crying hysterically as they explained that their 6-year-old brother and 10-year-old sister were still in the house. They had been playing hide and seek.

As you shut one door and go to open another, you hear what you think is a wail coming from above your head. You look up to see the hatch is partially open,

“Squad 3, come in.” Your radio comes to life.

“Copy you, Chief.” You answer Boden, still eyeing the gap in the hatch.

“There's a 6-year-old and a 10-year-old still in there somewhere, you have five minutes, Severide.”

“I think I see one or both of ‘em chief, the attic hatch is partially open, I think I’ve got movement.”

“I’m sending you Truck 81 on the East side to assist, can you get to that window?”

“Copy, Chief, I’ll get us to the East window.” You let go of your radio, picking up your halligan as you jump to reach the handle to the pull-out steps. Calling out.

“Fire department! I’m coming up!”

Over the radio you can hear that Capp and Tony were coming back out to assist below, whereas Kelly was relaying the fact that he’d found the older kid in a bedroom, he was bringing them out too. So that left you with just the six-year-old.

With a quick climb, you were able to shine your helmet into the smoky confined space, revealing a terrified-looking boy coughing and crying, huddled in on himself by the hatch.

“Hey, buddy. My name’s Y/N, I’m here to help you, alright? You’re just gonna hold on to me, and then we’re gonna climb back down. Easy peasy, huh?”

The boy whimpers, shying away as the fire roars down below.

“Listen, sweetheart. I know it sounds scary, but it’ll be scarier if you stay up here, alright? We’ve just gotta get to a window upstairs, and my friends are gonna have a fancy ladder waiting for us, they’re gonna help us too, okay?”

You lean further in, painfully aware of the groaning of the house’s structure beneath you, you beckon the child with your hand-clad gloves.

“Come on, kiddo. You got this, I won’t let you go, and we’ll be okay.”

The boy wails again but this time shimmies forward,

“Okay, that’s it, you’re doing great, sweetheart. Just wrap yourself as tightly as you can around my neck, and then I’m gonna climb down with you, yeah?”

He nods frantically, instantly getting a death grip around your neck, it makes you almost want to laugh. “That’s a good job, okay we’re going down now, just stay close to me and don’t look.”

With careful steps you push your body out to allow for the boy’s frame, steadily moving down until you feel the solid floor beneath your boots. Though solid, with each additional bit of your weight you can hear it protesting, prompting you to move a little bit quicker to the rendezvous, the staircase now engulfed in flames.

“Chief, I have the kid, we’re coming to the East window now.”

You move quickly, arriving at the window where you can see that Casey had broken the glass to get you and the kid out. You hand off your precious bundle to Matt, waiting for them to descend enough so as not to add too much weight to the top of the aerial.

Behind you you can hear the fire spewing and latching onto the upper floor, grabbing at the doorframe to the room you’re in. You watch in anticipation as the glow grows stronger behind the door you’d shut. Glancing out of the window you can see that Casey is nearly at the bottom to Mouch, so you start to turn yourself around and climb out onto the aerial too, as you do so you hear the telling sound of the impending flashover, trying to correct your feet fast enough to beat the powerful force of the heat and flames blowing out the windows, but it’s too late.

With a bang the force of the flames pushes you from the ladder, you try and reach out for one of the rungs as you fall but your gloves slip from the speed and force of your falling body, and your helmet collides with the side of the aerial, your mind going blank as you fall helplessly onto the grass below, ignorant of the calls of your name and the sounds of rushing footsteps as you lose consciousness.

The next thing you hear is an annoying beep, at first you think it’s your PASS alarm but it’s not that annoying. You groan, your head clouded in fog with your body feeling heavy, sore.

There’s a movement by your side, and you decide to blink open weary eyes to find out what it is. Your eyes meet your big brother’s worried ones, and you smile weakly, still feeling weird from the sedation you’d been under. You were very much aware of the fact you had ended up at Med. Again.

“Mnh, hey.” You murmur. You realise now the weight on your other side was your arm in a sling, your knee was strapped up pretty good and you were sure you could feel stitches on your neck going down into your shoulder.

“Hey, kiddo,” Kelly murmurs, stroking your hair, mindful of the stitches just under your hairline.

“Guess I should have taken the aerial rather than just the air, huh?” You quip, a dopey smile from your own joke.

Kelly half-smiles, still looking so morose and only partially relieved. “I would have preferred that yeah. Instead of being scared that my sister had just broken everything in her body. You got so lucky, Y/N.”

“Feels it, I expected worse…” You sigh. “I’m sorry, Kel.”

Your brother shakes his head, “No, no more apologising from you. You’ve done nothing wrong, and all I’ve done is be an asshole to you.”

His lip quivers, grasping at your hand gently as he feels the tears fall silently.

“Hey, I’m here. Why are you crying?” You rub your thumb across his knuckles, worried at what had him so upset.

“Because you’ve done nothing but support me, and I let practically a stranger almost ruin all of that, take my sister away and have her maybe never know how much I love her.”

Your eyes well up now, all that restrained emotion coming to the surface, and your lip trembles too. Relieved that he had seemingly come to his senses in believing you.

“Kel, it’s alright, you’re here and-”

Kelly’s phone rings. He ignores it and you nudge him. “Hey, answer, it could be work or something. I can’t exactly run away.” You grin, he shakes his head with a sad smile.

As his eyes clock the name on the ID, his face darkens and you frown, you think you can guess who’s on the other end.

He answers, putting the phone on speaker. “Severide.” Voice clipped, in no mood for politeness.

“Kel, are you on your way, the reservation’s at 8pm, you know how many strings I had to pull to get us a spot?” Olivia thinks she’s good at putting on an innocent enquiring tone, but all Kelly can hear now is the controlling and demanding woman that was in front of him all along.

“I’m not on my way, I’m at the hospital with Y/N, she had an accident at work today. I’m gonna be with her overnight and then I’ll be taking her home tomorrow as well.”

There’s silence on the line, you can feel Olivia’s irritation through the phone and it makes you roll your eyes. Kelly’s jaw is set tight.

“Kel, really? She can’t be in the hospital for one fucking night on her own? This restaurant doesn’t take kindly to cancellations, not when I called in favours. You have to stop babying-”

Your eyebrows go up at the unmasking of her feelings, and you watch in pure satisfaction as Kelly cuts her off.

“Olivia, I’m going to say this once. We’re done. Take your restaurant and shove it, we won’t be seeing each other again. Lose my number.” With that, Kelly disconnects the call, flicking around in the phone app to block the number. Letting out the biggest of sighs as he looks at you, you try not to smile because you still understand it’s hard to lose what you thought was a good connection, but at the same time, you’re elated that you have your brother alert and seeing that you’d never get in the way of what he wanted.

“Remind me to never lose my mind and believe some witch over my own sister again.”

“Oh don’t you worry, Kel, we’re not doing this again, if there’s a next time the gloves come off and I kick either your or your new lover’s ass.”

Fin.

#kelly severide x reader #severide!sibling #severide!sister #one chicago #chicago fire

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freddieslater · 2 years

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Rowing the Rarepair Rowboat: Audrey Rose x Uma (Descendants)

Requested by @bonniesdamons

Gentle waves lap at Audrey's legs on the shore. They're getting dangerously close to her dress; her gran would kill her if it got ruined. She tucks her knees up a little closer, and for some reason, she cries harder. Burying her face in her hands, she tries to push away the intruding thoughts, but they only grow louder, shrouding her in cold loneliness.

Nothing she does will ever be enough. She can't make Ben love her. She can't prove to her gran that she'll make a good queen because clearly, no one else thinks it's true! And after everything she's done to make herself perfect for them all.

She dyed her hair. She changed almost her whole less -- from pretty dresses of the most divine materials from her kingdom to cold leather that makes her feel constantly constricted. She tried to be less mean, then more mean, and softer and then not too soft. But it's not enough. She will never be able to compete with her.

Another cold wave laps at her leg, soaking her to her knees. Her skin prickles as it shies away again, leaving her with the feeling of being dragged with it. She moves her hands from her eyes -- she scrabbles to get away from the water, but the teal tentacle stays wrapped around her ankle.

There's only one thing for it: she screams. She tries to pry off the creature to no avail. Her whole body stills as the tide goes out and more tentacles emerge onto the shore. Her throat tightens around her voice as though also at the mercy of one of the limbs.

Finally, a head appears. Some of Audrey's fear ebbs away at the sight of the familiar face, but caution remains as Uma shakes her hair out of her face.

"Let go of me," Audrey demands, internally cursing the quiver in her own voice. Her grand and her mother would never allow themselves to present so weak and vulnerable.

Uma's lips curl into a wicked, open-mouthed smile. "Oh, what do we have here? A damsel in distress?"

"I am not a damsel," Audrey seethes, her built-up anger from the most recent events spilling out like nasty sewage. "And the only thing distressing me right now is you, and your... slimy suckers!"

"Well, that's not very nice," Uma says, pouting with false offence. Even so, she rolls her eyes and loosens her hold on Audrey's ankle, bringing her tentacle back to her side. "I only came out to see what all the wailing was about."

Audrey glares at her, tucking her legs up under the safety of her dress. Her hands smooth over the pale pink leather for a small comfort. She should probably be running back to the castle right now. Only, what then? No one would care. She could run in crying and screaming about Uma's return, and some attempt on her life, and still everyone would probably turn away from her.

She stays planted in the sand, hoping that Uma might simply leave her to wallow in her own misery. She watches her pull herself up onto a nearby rock jutting out of the water.

The last time Audrey saw her was Cotillion, so it's a little strange to see her in... well, her natural habitat, she supposes. The clamshells she wears over her chest are a similar shade to the dress she had on back then. Her seashell necklace still hangs from around her neck, only it's not glowing now.

"So, what happened?" Uma leans back on her hands and tilts her chin to look down at her with that same wicked smirk of a smile. "Mommy won't let you go to the ball? Prince Charming turn out to not be so Charming?"

She was about to hit back with some snarky reply, but upon hearing prince, her mind goes straight to Ben. Her eyes well up with furious tears once again.

"I hate them," she bites out. "Stupid Princes. And the Kings, too -- hell, all of them! They're all the same! And I have no idea how to be one of them, even though I've been royalty my entire life. So why does she get to just slide in so perfectly and claim my place when she knows nothing about any of it?!"

She wipes at her eyes roughly with the heel of her hand as the injustice of it overwhelms her all over again.

"Sorry, you lost me a bit there." Uma's brow furrows. "So... some other princess... took something from you?"

"She took everything from me," Audrey corrects. "My boyfriend. The crown that was meant to be mine. My grandmother's respect for me. I was supposed to be Queen of Auradon, and Ben was meant to be my husband, not hers! Mal doesn't deserve any of this! She doesn't even have to try, and people just fall head over heels for her! But I have been trying so hard my entire life and, somehow... I just keep getting it wrong!"

There's a groan from the rock and she looks at Uma.

"I am so sick of that girl getting her way every single time," Uma says darkly. "She takes and she takes, and there are no consequences. She just gets to... get away with ruining everyone else's lives, especially the ones that no one else seems to care about. Like us."

Audrey's heart stings but she can't deny it. Nobody cares about her. Maybe her gran does, somewhere deep down, and perhaps her parents, but it certainly doesn't feel like it most of the time. Chad just loves the attention. Ben... never really did. That much is obvious; he wouldn't have been so quick to dump her and forget she ever existed if any of his feelings were real.

Hurt and bitter, she watches Uma with growing curiosity. "You tried to get back at her... Mal, I mean. Last year, at Cotillion."

Uma shrugs and looks away, expression souring. "It was an idea. Didn't think it through too well, apparently. It's on me for not remembering that the "power of true love" always saves the day. Hooray."

The sarcasm drips from her voice like thick honey.

"Still," she continues, inspecting one of the suckers on a tentacle, picking off a stuck seashell, "the outcome has been worth it. Mostly. Exploring Auradon's oceans has been a lot of fun."

"But don't you still want revenge?" Audrey prompts. "Don't you think about what could've happened if you had defeated her on the ship? You could've been Queen."

Rolling her eyes, Uma says, "I never wanted to be Queen. I never wanted Ben, either. All I wanted was to be able to free everyone else on the Isle. It's all I've ever wanted."

Audrey continues to stare at her, thinking. "What if I could help you?"

Uma's eyes swivel around to meet hers sharply. "What?"

"Yeah. We could work together. I could get the crown and -- and I could get the wand, which I could then give to you! And you can free the whole Isle and do whatever you want to do."

Uma's smile is doubtful. "That's risky, Princess. Blindly trusting a sea witch. Making a deal with a sea witch. Don't they teach you history in that fancy school of yours?"

"You'll get what you want," Audrey insists. "Will you help me?"

#descendants #disney descendants #uma #uma descendants #audrey rose #audrey descendants #audrey x uma #uma x audrey #rowing the rarepair rowboat #rarepair rowboat #bonniesdamons #there is so much potential in this pairing #I like the idea of them reuniting and teaming up at the start of d3 after ben has proposed to mal #good for angst and villanious purposes

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thaliasandy · 1 year

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You should already know by now that I'm a sucker for cute/awkward headcanons 😅...

Chrissy had bought weed from Eddie a couple of times before, whenever her anxiety and the nightmares got too bad. She even went home with him twice to get high and hang out, he was funny and sweet, charming and so handsome...and Chrissy was aware that she might've developed a little...alright... a massive crush on him.

He'd even infiltrated her nightmares last night...in a good way. That monster she kept seeing in her dreams had his nasty tentacle like vines wrapped around her body, squeezing her so tight she thought her bones where about to crack and suddenly the creature loosened it's grip...Eddie Munson, her knight in shining armour, had struck the monster with a sword, cutting it's head clean off.

She fell into his arms and kissed him, deeply, passionately...

She could still feel dream!Eddie's hands all over her as she woke up, frustrated and cranky, her whole body aching like it hadn't all just been a nightmare.

The only thing lifting her mood was the fact that she'd be meeting him in the woods during lunch break so she picked out a cute outfit that morning, a short light blue denim skirt and a pink shirt with matching accessories.

They only had about 25 minutes together before she had to get back to class but she cherrished every moment. Eddie looked genuinely happy for her when she told him about her dream, about how he'd saved her. Of course she left out the kissing part.

He laughed but she didn't feel like he was making fun of her, like she sometimes felt with Jason.

He startled her when he climbed on the table, fighting an imaginary monster with an invisible sword.

"Did I look cool...Slaying the monster...Rescuing the fair maiden?"

When he was on her side of the bench he got down on one knee, grabbed her hand and pressed a soft kiss above her knuckles, like an old fashioned gentleman. Chrissy felt her heart beat wildly in her ribcage, she pondered leaning a bit forward and kissing him on the lips, like they'd done in her dream. Suddenly he darted his tongue out and licked the soft skin of her hand, making her squeal and pull her hand back. Her reaction made him laugh so hard he fell back on his ass.

She laughed too, hoping he wouldn't notice how much she secretly enjoyed the feeling of his warm, wet tongue on her skin. Her eyes fell onto her wristwatch as she wiped her hand on her shirt in a jokingly annoyed manner:

11 minutes until she had to be in class.

"I have to go back, are you coming?"

He thought about it then grimaced,

"Gym class...Nah, I'd love to see you prance around with your pompoms but I'll pass...I might swing by later...probably..."

"Eddie, you're going to get in trouble."

She wished she could be naughty too and skip school with him.

"Not for that, princess." He chuckled.

"Okay see you later then."

She put on her pink backpack, that looked adorably big on her tiny frame, Eddie thought, as he waved goodbye when she looked over her shoulder again.

He let his eyes wander over her backside as she walked away...

"Chrissy wait!"

"What is it?"

She turned around slowly, smiling at him sweetly thinking he might've changed his mind and go to gym class after all but he just looked at her with an uneasy expression.

"...Uh...there's a stain on the back of your skirt..."

"Ew gross, did I sit on something?"

"...No...I don't think that's what it is..."

He didn't quite know how to tell her.

She stepped closer to the picnic table again and when she saw the dark red stain on the bench where she just sat , she wanted the earth to open up and swallow her.

" Oh...oh no...this is so embarrassing..."

Her period had always been irregular especially lately with all the stress and the lack of nutrition she allowed her body, but now the achy feeling all over and the crankyness that had bothered her all day made a lot of sense.

"I can drive you home, if you want..." He offered.

"No, I have cheer practice later, my uniform is in my locker, I just need to get there without the whole school seeing...this." she motioned helplessly to her skirt.

She looked like she was about to cry and Eddie eyed her for a moment trying to think of something that wouldn't make this situation even more awkward for her.

She watched him through blurry eyes as he got up from the ground and shrugged off the red and black flannel shirt he was wearing on top of his black Metallica tshirt. He came up close to her and put the shirt around her, so her butt was covered up, when he pulled at the sleeves to make a knot in the front she lost her balance for a moment and almost collided with his chest. He steadied her with a firm but gentle hand on her hip and gave her a shy smile.

"There you go, no one's going to see it. And you look bad ass."

"...You saw it.."

"Yeah...well ..I don't care." He shrugged his shoulders.

"You don't think it's gross?".

"Pfff bleeding for a week without dying is metal as fuck...and it's gonna take more than a little blood to gross me out...

...Not in a weird, 'sacrificing baby goats and bathing in their blood' kind of way or whatever it is your boyfriend accuses me of now." He added, rolling his eyes.

"Eddie...just so you know, I never believed any of that crap, I know you're a good person"

Now it was Eddie's turn to get emotional and to his surprise Chrissy wrapped her arms around him.

It took him a couple of seconds to process that Chrissy Cunningham, the girl of his dreams , was really hugging him, before he reacted and wrapped his arms around her.

"Hey...do you wanna to come to my place later" he whispered into her strawberry blonde hair.

"I'd love to."

She looked up, beaming at him.

"Good. Have you ever tried pot brownies?"

She shook her head.

"You'll love them...and I heard they help with period cramps."

Suddenly her smile completely vanished, her brows furrowed and she stiffened in his arms.

"...Are you making fun of me?"

Her voice almost a whisper and full of disappointment.

"Shit No! Weed can help with pain relief! I would never make fun of you, I promise." He blurted.

"Really?"

He nodded enthusiastically and her gentle smile returned.

"I'll be at your place then...around 5?"

"Perfect!"

#hellcheer #headcanon #eddissy #eddie munson #chrissy x eddie #eddssy #chrissy cunningham

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Jealousy-

Tw: fighting, secret dating, non consented kiss, swearing

Summary: You can Eddie are secret dating, but it looks like you’re not the only one with your eyes on him.

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You and Eddie munson have been dating for 3 months. In secret. The only people who know are Dustin and Steve. Only because they set you up.

It has been a normal day the constant teachers yelling at you for your headphones, sneaking with Eddie to an empty classroom ect. It was finally lunch. You were so excited to finally see Eddie after 2 long hours. You walked in the cafeteria a little late due to you talking to Nancy about nothing important.

“Okay well i have to go Nancy see you at home.”

She smiled and waved while walking to hang out with her friends. We were total opposites friend group wise. She was friends with the yearbook and journalist people while I was friends with the “freaks”.

“Hey boys” I said walking up to the table.

They all said Hi except one person. Eddie Munson your secret boyfriend. He try’s to stay down low around you. You sit next to him and join in the conversation. It has only been 5 minutes. 5 fucking minutes, and some girl came to the table. I didn’t know her. Her brown curls rested on her shoulder and her cheer uniform showing a little to much skin.

“Hi my name is veronica.” She said picking her hand up to shake eddie’s.

“Uh hi mine is Eddie?”

“I know that silly!” She moved his hand siting on his lap and sat on it.

She sat on his lap. My boyfriends lap. I turned my head to Dustin to calm down just a tiny bit.

“Um uh do you need anything?” He said clearly uncomfortable.

“Well i was wondering if you wanted to go on a date this Friday. Maybe we can go to your place after.”

Rage shot through my veins. I listened closely while my back was still facing them.

“No im good.”

I chuckled a little at him rejecting her. I wish i could have seen her face. I turned around to see her hand now on his chest.

“why not? I mean i’m pre-“

“Veronica is it? I said cutting her off mid sentence. She nodded to my question. “He said no now you can leave.”

“And who are you?” she asked

“Y/n Y/l/n”

“I don’t care who you are.”

“Then why ask.”

“Whatever. Anyways eddie what about saturday?”

“Oh my god do you not fucking listen? He said no now get off him and walk away.”

The whole time this conversation is going on everyone looks so confused why i’m being so protective. Eddie is smirking. Not at her but at me.

“ Call me later eddie.” She said while placing a kiss on his cheek on walking away.

You picked up the orange from dustin’s tray and thew it at her.

“My orange!” Dustin said while it was in the air

“Did you throw this at me Y/l/n?”

“Yeah i think i did. Next time keep your nasty ass hands off my boyfriend and i won’t have to.”

she scoffed and walked away. I turned around to continue the conversation. Everyone’s jaw was dropped including eddie’s. Oh shit you just told everyone.

“Uhh what’s wrong guys?” you say hoping they will just drop it.

“You’re dating eddie?” “For how long” “why did you tell us?” So many questions went through the air you couldn’t focus on just one.

You and Eddie both answered any and all questions they had to ask.

“Thanks for the help out there sweetheart.” Eddie whispered in your ear.

“Mhm anytime.”

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie fanfic #eddie the freak munson #eddie x reader

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look-at-the-soul · 2 years

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The Photoshoot (Part 23)

Cillian Murphy

Previous parts here

A/N-Warning: ⚠️ There’s a photo I added in this part to explain a small consequence of what a high level of stress can do to human body, nothing nasty or ugly, simple truth, I have two friends who had something similar to this. Stress rash it’s called, If feel like Yael is too whiny here, think of it from a point of view where she’s been bottling everything inside… and remember to be kind to everyone around you, we don’t know what the other one might be going through 💝

Notes: I hope the game isn’t too nasty, I went to a baby shower with my friends and we played this game exactly 🍼👶🏻

Photo credits: Rochelle Deanna Karidis(model)/ if you have a Photoshoot you like, send me the photos maybe we can fit it into the story 😉

“God I’m so nervous.” Rochelle declared as she was getting a touch up on her makeup. “I’m really sorry I had to reschedule.”

She reminded Yael of Snow White, the Disney princess, pale skin, super black hair, blue eyes and red bright lips, but with a modern touch.

“I hope the allergy wasn’t so bad.”

“I still think it’s the hair dye.” Alyssa, her friend and makeup artist commented.

“Really?” Yael tried some shoots against the window.

Rochelle then explained she had the same reaction in the past, but still wasn’t sure if it was an actual allergy or stress.

Yael looked at her. She knew first hand stress did horrible things to people.

“Yeah, I’ve been having a hard time lately, I’ve been on tour with my boyfriend, we are in the middle of our wedding preparation, dealing with the fans…”

“So, this is kind of a bridal photoshoot?” She noticed her arms covered with tattoos.

“I haven’t thought about it, I wanted these photos to be just for him.”

“Okay, let’s get the groom something sexy then. Take off your blouse and bra.” She was used to naked bodies, it was art, the human body was a temple she respected so much.

“Oh, just like that?” She seemed worried. “Let’s just try it out, if you don’t like it, you don’t show him the photos.” Yael suggested. She always tried to make her clients feel comfortable around the camera. So she instructed Rochelle to walk over the window, the contrast of the light added an angelic touch. “Cover your breasts with your hands and look over here.”

It was the perfect way to shot all of her body art.

They seemed to love the idea, feeling more relaxed, taking her top off made her forget about being shy in front of the camera, plus she trusted Yael and the incredible result of her work.

Yael shot a few photos of her in bed and finally as the session was coming to an end she asked: “Can you get in the bathtub? I filled it with water.” Rochelle looked at her friend and smiled.

Yael’s phone interrupted her instructions. “I will be really quick, it’s my boyfriend, he is in Ireland.”

“Hey! I know you’re busy, just wanted to wish you a good shooting. I love you.”

Yael couldn’t stop the smile from her lips.

“Love you too and miss you like crazy… will call you when I get home.”

After hanging up, Rochelle was smiling at Yael, she was already in the bathtub.

“You sound like me, when my boyfriend is away. How did you meet?”

“In a Photoshoot, I was taking his photographs for a magazine.” Yael explained briefly without saying much about Cillian, respecting his privacy. Yael snapped a photo BTS of them.

“That’s amazing, I met him in a Photoshoot too! But I was doing the makeup.”

“Wow… funny coincidence. Right look up here.”

***

“And finally, from September 11 to October 11 we’ll be at the National Theater in London.” Cillian smiled at her through the video call they were making. As soon as the dates for the play were over, he was planning to take some long vacations he just needed to check the dates and place with Yael to be together.

“You will be here for a month?” Her voice lighting up.

“Yeah, it’s good right?” Yael nodded, happy with the news. “I thought you would like that.”

“Definitely, looking forward to it.”

“You can have your friends and family come over, I can get you a couple of tickets.”

“Thank you, I bet they will like the play.”

Cillian looked at her, even though she was smiling, he could see she was sad. She had been scratching her arm.

“Will you be able to come over next week?” He asked hopeful.

The smile left her face completely, she had been traveling a lot, moved a lot of her engagements to be able to be with him, now she had been doing two sometimes three photoshoots a day to get her agenda back on track. She had prints to ship, needed to upload some photos to her web page, edit…

“I still don’t know, I really want to, but I have a couple of photoshoots scheduled already… the dates aren’t defined yet, I’m waiting for the confirmation.”

“Baby it’s okay, it’s fine… please don’t worry.” He didn’t want to put her into any more pressure. “I just loved having you here visiting.”

“Me too, I had a great time in the island.” The memories playing on her mind, it had been a wonderful getaway, feeling like she recharged batteries.

“Come back and I will take you again.” He chuckled.

Yael smiled. “I want to… but let me see the dates alright?”

Cillian nodded. What was it with the need to have her close?

“When I called yesterday, you were at a doctor’s appointment. What happened?” He wanted to ask her about that. Yael looked away. “What’s going on my love?”

Cillian didn’t expect to see her lower lip trembling, her eyes filled with tears as she covered her face, moving away from the camera.

“Yael.”

What’s happening? He thought, worried about her reaction. Was this because he went out last night to drink and forgot to call her back?

“Can I call you back later?” She tried to wipe away the tears.

“No, I want you to tell me why are you crying, I’m fucking worried about you.”

She waved her hand as if it was nothing. “My period is close, it’s just the fucking hormones.”

“You’re probably right, but I know that’s not all… talk to me.”

She took her time to answer him, taking deep breaths, she tried to calm herself.

“Mum saw my arm, and she forced me to go to the doctor… I’ve done this before, not on purpose of course, I just can’t help it.”

“What is it? Why?”

“The worst part is gone now, don’t worry… I had some creams for it already.” Looking down at her hands she explained: “It’s just stress, I worry too much, I know you’re doing just fine and this is normal to you with your work, but I’m learning ok? This long-distance relationship is completely new to me, I… I don’t know.” She mumbled. Feeling like finally all of her worries and fears were getting the best of her. The fact that she didn’t know if she could travel back again and when was making her not only frustrated, but upset as well.

He asked her to get close to the camera, he could only see a red mark on her arm, but as she moved closer, the damage was more visible. Why didn’t he see it when she was over there?

“I know you have your parents asking you this, but please stop scratching your arm?”

Yael gave him a small nod. “I’m trying. It’s just… there are a lot of things going on and I miss you.”

“I miss you too.”

He felt so bad, because deep down, he knew part of her stress was caused by him, the whole baby situation had been a mayor change for them not only in the present time, but in how it would turn upside down their future. Sure, it was easy to say ‘don’t worry about things that aren’t happening yet’, but he knew those worries had a valid reason. She would be turned into a stepmother overnight, and she had accepted it in a very humble way, pouring her heart out, offering to help in everything she could. She already had been reading books about how to make things easier for the child to be around the new partner, telling him things he would need to buy to make the place safer, she had already investigated how good it is for a baby to grow with a dog, according to a few sources it made the babies immune system stronger and Labradors were excellent company, since they have a kind soul.

He knew Yael was a blessing in his life, without her, this whole thing would be much harder. That’s why he completely understood the effect the stress was having on her.

If this was the other way around, he wasn’t so sure he could deal with her having someone else’s baby like she was doing.

“What can I do to make it better, my love?”

“Nothing, but thank you really… it’s just the stress of the things I can’t control.”

The distance, work, the baby, their relationship…

“Don’t want to see you worrying, I’m taking a few days off from the rehearsal.”

“No, look it’s getting better I promise, I don’t want you to distract right now.”

Sighting, she saw Cillian biting his lip. “Is your offer of me going over there still on the table?” She asked after a few minutes.

“100% I would love to have you here for a longer period of time. Forever if you can.” He assured her. He wanted it so bad, but asking her to move in over and over again didn’t feel right, Cillian wanted her to do it on her own time. “I don’t want you to worry about anything, alright? Just come over when you are done with your contracts.”

“I’m working on my photobook, to show it there…”

For now, it was the best she could do, for her, to be there for him, for their relationship, she could easily fit her career in Ireland.

“This is the best news I’ve heard in a while, that you are coming.” He smiled at her, and Yael mirrored him. “But I can’t help it to feel bad that you are finishing your contracts there.”

Yael shook her head. “I’m not giving up my dreams… I’m just relocating them to the Emerald Island.”

She was so sure of her decision and all the good things it would do to their relationship that it didn’t feel like she was giving up anything, quite the opposite, she was doing everything in her power to make their relationship work.

“You have no idea how happy this is making me.” Running his hands through his hair, Yael saw the smile reach his eyes.

She knew, of course she knew, because she felt the same way.

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Enda insisted on going back home with him after the rehearsal, Yael told him she couldn’t go with him to the theater because she was busy editing some photos she had to print and ship.

“Can I use your bathroom?” His friend asked.

“As long as you don’t take it.”

“Ha-ha, you don’t have any other jokes but the same old from ten years ago?”

But before Cillian could reply anything, a loud round of “SURPRISE!” filled the apartment.

He was indeed, surprised to see his best friends gathered in his place. Hugging one by one, until he found his brother Pad last in the line.

“What the fuck are you doing here dickhead?”

“I love you too, dickhead.” Pad replied hugging his older brother. “This is your daddy shower.” Pad pointed around. “Organized by no other than your super comprehensive, broad-minded and patience girlfriend…” turning to his brother, Pad added: “I really hope you are thinking of getting serious with her, because I don’t know of a single woman who would go into all this trouble like she did.”

Yael then came out of the kitchen smiling, she had a lovely blush on her cheeks.

“What’s all of this? I love it, when did you do it?” His arms wrapped around her immediately, kissing her lips softly. Looking around he found a fucking adorable one piece with instructions fail proof.

He was overwhelmed by her actions. This wasn’t just about the baby, it was about showing him he had the love and support from his closest friends. There was nothing in this world with which he could pay her what she was doing for him.

“I thought you could use a little fun, after all the things you’ve been through…” Her hands caressed his cheeks earning a few whistles and growls from his friends. “Enda and your brother helped me a lot.”

There was a chalkboard and a fishbowl to suggest baby names. He didn’t know yet if it was a boy or a girl.

“No, no you need to take the full credit, she did everything, the food, decoration, the games…” Pad put an arm around her shoulders in a friendly sign, the little he knew about Yael, he knew she was a good woman, he liked her.

Cillian noticed the banner in neutral colors, in the corner there was a teddy bear with balloons.

“I’m scared to drink that.” One of his friends joked.

“It’s just lemonade with food colorant.” She made one pink and one blue.

After hearing that, Ferch decided he could drink a glass. “Cill is different you know, good kind of different since you are around.”

“He makes me feel different too in a good way.” Yael looked in his direction, talking to some of his friends, noticing her eyes on him, Cillian winked at her.

“So, I heard you have some baby games prepared for us.” There was a diaper-pong board in the corner.

The genuine smile on Yael’s lips made Cillian walk straight to her. “I do! And I hope you guys are willing to participate.”

Enda whistled for the men to be quiet. All of them got close to the dining room. There were diapers on the table.

“Since I don’t have much experience with babies, I was hoping some of you could share some tips and advice with Cill when it comes to babies, the dynamic here as you know it’s a little bit unusual, but I’m sure even I can learn from your experiences.”

“You want me to show him how to put a nappy?” One of them asked her.

“Not right now, those are for a game, I printed you guys the instructions and I will leave it to you.”

“Babe… what makes you think these fuckers read instructions?” Cillian had a funny look on his face. “I don’t read instructions.”

“Stay with us Yael.” His brother suggested.

“But this daddy-shower is for you.”

She thought the guys could use some time away from any female company, but soon a chorus asking her to stay filled the room.

“Will you stay?” Cillian asked giving her a pleading gaze.

Nodding, she smiled at him.

“Okay so, Cill has said you have some funny dark kind of humor, I think this game will match your expectations. The diapers on the table have different kinds of chocolate, you have to taste it and guess which one is that.”

She opened one of the five diapers in front of them and laughed loudly with the disgust expressions and sounds they made.

Frowning, Enda asked: “What the hell is that?”

“It’s chocolate!” As if it wasn’t obvious.

“On a fucking diaper?!” Dermot was about to throw up.

“Ah come on! And now you are all saints, right?” She grinned.

Cillian looked in Yael’s direction amused.

“If this is the first game… wonder what you have in store for game #5…” Cillian crossed his arms in front of his chest, an amused look on his face.

“It’s just chocolate, and you have eaten worse, so stop whining.” Ferch declared, he took the lead, took one of the diapers and licked the chocolate. “Snickers?” He moved off the table with the diaper on his hands to keep licking it.

Cillian was next. “Easy, this one is the Langer bar.” He winked at her. “Are you gonna kiss me now?” He had chocolate on his nose.

“If you had chosen the one with milk chocolate I would kiss you.” But she kissed him anyways.

In the end, one by one took a diaper and guessed the chocolate. And Cillian a great time thanks to Yael.

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🆘 A/N: help me out here, serious question I need to define now, the course the baby part will take.

Edit: I deleted the vote section so if you didn’t see it, it will be a surprise

Since there’s public for every story, I want YOU to decide, you the one that reads and takes time to share your thoughts, you, the one that reads and has a good time, the one who reads and reblogs, the one who shares soothing and sweet comments.

You can share your wishes here or in my private messages. The one that wins more votes 🗳 will be the final decision 💕

#That’s what Cill said #cillian murphy #cillian murphy imagine #cillian murphy x oc #cillian murphy fanfic #cillian murphy fanfiction #cillianmurphy #cillian murphy x you

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And He Answered

Chapter 5

For @phicphight

Words for this chapter: 1447

Prompt: Mermaid AU, where instead of being ectobiologists, Jack and Maddie Fenton study wildlife from under the sea— specifically mermaids. Amity Park is next to multiples large lakes and rivers, the Ghost Zone is underwater, all the ghosts are mers, and Danny is struggling to find a way to explain his sudden aversion to any things water. (By @erebecula )

No warnings that I can think of for this chapter!

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Danny walked up to the staple restaurant of Amity Park, Nasty Burger. Formally called Tasty Burger (before some classic vandalism), Nasty Burger is the best place for a quick meal. It was also the chosen spot for Danny and his friends to hang out.

The youngest Fenton emerged from his sister's car to greet his friends. A pale goth, accompanied by a darker skinned geek in a barret, walked over to Danny.

"Hey dude! Glad you could make it!" The geek, Tucker, greeted.

"Me too! Did you guys claim our spot?" Danny asked. He turned over to the goth. Sam nodded her head with a smile.

"We should probably order before they kick us out for loitering," the girl mentioned, and they entered the restaurant.

Danny went to order his usual when he noticed a fish fry sandwich on the menu. Fish sounded good. Really, really good. Despite his former distaste for seafood, Danny ordered the fish. Sam and Tucker looked at him with matching eyebrows. They've known him long enough to know that a month ago, Danny would never even consider eating anything with fins.

Any suspicion the two had was worn away when the trio sat at the booth and talked till long after their food was consumed. Conversation flowed from their lips as the trio enjoyed the company of their friendship.

The three of them have been practically joined at the hip since sixth grade and never had any secrets, which is why Danny currently felt like shit. The guilt that came with his new secret was sickening. Jazz told him it was a good idea to tell them about his situation, but he was kinda scared to. Who would want a part-fish freak for a best friend?

His thoughts were interrupted when a wild gesture from Tucker knocked some water onto his arm. Danny immediately grabbed a bunch of napkins. In his panicked state, he ran to the restroom to dry off. He couldn't let them see. Black scales had sprouted from his skin, and the tan on his arm turned a sickly, pale-green.

Hectically, he dabbed the napkins against his arm. Dry up. Dry up. The bathroom door swung open, followed by the form of Tucker. Danny quickly hid his arm behind his back.

"Hey, you good, dude? We were kinda worried when you left us hanging there," his friend asked. Concern was evident on Tucker's face.

"Oh yeah! I was just drying off my arm!"

"Okay. Whatever you say man. You just kinda freaked out, and we wanted to make sure you were good."

"Thanks. Yeah. I'm fine. Unexpected water gets me a little antsy because of the whole…drowning thing."

At this Tucker came closer to Danny, causing him to tuck his arm further behind his back. The geek pulled Danny into a hug.

"I know what happened to you was scary, even if you don't remember it. And if you ever want to talk, Sam and I will always be here for you. And if you don't ever want to mention it, we won't! We care about you, Danny. Don't you forget it."

Danny smiled and returned the hug.

"Thank you. I'm glad to have you guys as friends."

Tucker looked over from behind Danny's shoulder and noticed a dark spot on his friend's arm. It must've been a trick of the light, because after the pair separated, it was gone. Weird. The two buddies walked out to meet Sam and said their goodbyes. Danny waved to his friends and turned towards the direction of his house.

The cool night breeze felt good on his neck. Danny followed the light from the Fentonworks sign in the distance. The walk was calm as he rounded the corner towards his street.

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It hit suddenly. A tremor filled his bones. Danny clenched his chest. He could feel a wave of urgency rush over him. Something happened. Something big. The ground around him started shaking. The pavement cracked open in the rumble. The throbbing in Danny's chest intensified. He had to go.

He ran to the lake as fast as his legs could carry him. He texted Jazz before throwing his phone onto the sand. Danny scrambled into the water at full speed. Once his tail fully formed, he took off towards the arch.

The water's current was violent and tossed Danny like a ragdoll. Cujo had taken shelter under his ledge. There shouldn't be riptides like this in a lake. Finally, the mer made it to the gate. Danny grabbed the side like a lifeline and waited for the whirlpool to appear.

Danny took the portal to the dome. A large crowd of mer had gathered. It appeared they were waiting for something. Danny approached the crowd and swam up next to a blue mer with long, teal hair. He heard her speak to a guy on the other side of her.

"I hope they give us some answers soon. I was in the middle of serenading these cute rich boys on a yacht before I felt the summons," she huffed. Her companion turned towards her, giving Danny a better look at him. He was kinda scary, not gonna lie. The dude was jacked. His lime green hair was formed into a mohawk. Scars littered his grey arms which complimented his intense glare.

"You better not be attracting some 'cute rich boys' or they might meet my new spear," the man's gruff voice stated. Ah, so they were dating. The buff dude's eyes turned over to Danny.

"What are you looking at, whelp?"

"Nothing!" Danny defended, "I was just wondering if anyone knew what's going on."

"You and me both, Babypop," the blue girl chimed in. Her black tail flicked in annoyance. Danny liked the colors of her tail fins. They shimmered with bits of magenta, purple, and a light blue and contrasted her scales nicely. Anyways, he was getting distracted. He turned over to watch several figures swim in front of the crowd. Dorothea stoof off to the side of the stage. This must be big.

A giant woman silenced the crowd by lifting one of her four hands. Her confident demeanor clued Danny in that she was someone important.

"Citizens of the Seven Seas and beyond," her voice boomed, "we are gathered here today to address a serious issue: the Bermuda Gate has been opened."

Panic and outrage spread through the crowd before the lady silenced them again.

"Believe us, we know, and we are trying to resolve this situation as we speak. In the meantime, nowhere is safe. The only thing protecting us now is the magic surrounding this dome. The Ancients have done our best to accommodate as many people as we can. All whirlpool travel is to be suspended after high noon tomorrow. Gather your important belongings, gather your loved ones, and come back to the dome before then. This is a scary time. Many know of the Bermuda Prophecy that was given to us millennia ago. The prophecy mentioned the opening of the Bermuda Gate, but it also mentioned something else: one of you is destined to save us."

The crowd murmured and speculated over who it could be. A brave young gentleman rose up from the crowd.

"I'll do it!" He proclaimed in confidence that could rival Jack Fenton. The important lady raised an eyebrow before replying.

"Thank you, Aragon, but that is not how it works. The chosen one will be the one who can remove this sword from this volcanic rock cluster."

Important Lady gestured over to where a giant ass rock sat with a shiny handle sticking out of it. A hoard of mer swarmed the rock and waited for their turn to lift the sword. None had succeeded.

The crowds parted and went towards their respective portals. In the end, it was just Danny staring at the rock. He didn't realize how long he had been staring at it until he looked up at the empty room. He felt drawn to it. The hilt's reflection glistened in the water. Much stronger mer had failed to release it, but what was the harm in trying?

The young boy approached the rock and tentatively reached a hand out. He gripped firmly on the hilt and pulled. Blue light erupted from the stone as he pulled the blade out of its prison. A wave of energy pulsed from the sword as he released it. He inspected his new weapon. It was perfectly made for Danny. He was the one in the prophecy. He was supposed to save these people. Welp, the world's screwed.

" When land and sea's need is great,

One will answer the call."

#danny phantom #dp #phic phight 2023 #and he answered #phic phight #fanfiction #not beta read #not beta'd

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Under the Weather (Nathan Chen x Reader)

Title: Under the Weather

Pairing: Nathan Chen x gender neutral!sick!reader

Word count: 3,137

Warning(s): Sickness (COVID is mentioned!), panic attacks, some suggestive scenes, and fluff :3

Summary: When Y/N is sick, Nathan steps in to take care of her/him/them.

Author's Note: The weather was really nasty in my area the other day, so I guess that inspired me to write this fanfic. By the way, I’m not really sick as of writing this, so rest assured everything’s okay 😉

***

You were walking home with your boyfriend, Nathan, after a day of watching him practice skating. Prior to this, you felt a tickle in your throat, and your nose was rather stuffy. As you continued walking home with him, you covered your mouth with one of your arms and let out a couple of coughs.

"Hey, you okay, Y/N?" Nathan asked as he heard your coughing.

"Yeah, I'm fine," you replied. "It's just a cough, that's all."

"Are you sure? 'Cause you don't look too good," Nathan questioned as he saw that your skin had been pale.

"Well, I..." as you tried to explain your symptoms to him, you felt a sneeze incoming. You covered your mouth with your arm once again, in fear of not wanting to get Nathan sick as well. However, the sneeze was delayed. "Oh man," you moaned.

"Well, it is getting cold out here," Nathan said, noting the dark gray clouds that covered the sky and the chilly air. "C'mon, let's go home before it's too late."

"'Kay," you nodded before Nathan took your hand, and together, the two of you hurried back home. Although your house wasn't that far away, it felt like hours on the way. Eventually, you and Nathan reached home.

After you and Nathan stepped foot into your house, you immediately collapsed on the couch in the living room. At this point, you felt your body getting hotter and hotter, to the point where your face was sweating. Your nasal irritation and sore throat were becoming more bothersome as you watched Nathan turning on the TV to check the weather.

While the TV was playing commercials, Nathan turned to notice your increasingly worse state. With a concerned look on his face, he moved over to you and placed the palm of his hand onto your forehead. "My God, Y/N," Nathan gasped, "you're burning up."

Without a word, you nodded before glancing at the TV to the weather report. Tomorrow would be raining heavily, it said. That meant that not only would Nathan be unable to practice skating, it also meant he would have to stay home and take care of you that day.

You sniffled as you heard Nathan advise you, "Y/N, please get some rest. You obviously need it."

"Okay," you whispered hoarsely before slowly getting up and heading upstairs to the bathroom. While there, you slowly removed your jacket, your shirt, pants, and shoes, to the point where you were stripped down to your undergarments. Despite your illness, you briefly took a look at your reflection in the mirror. Aren't I cute? You thought. You quickly grabbed your robe that was hanging on the door and put it on as you entered the bedroom. You collapsed onto the bed and drifted off shortly after.

***

You woke up to the sound of heavy rainfall. Despite having had adequate rest, you still had your fever, your nose was now congested, and your throat had worsened. You turned to find Nathan sleeping next to you. He just looked so cute when he was asleep. You smiled and fell back asleep, only to wake back up startled when you heard the alarm clock beeping.

Nathan turned off the alarm clock as he heard you breathe heavily through your mouth due to your nasal congestion. "Feeling better, babe?" he asked, turning to check on you.

"Yeah," you replied hoarsely to avoid irritating your throat, "a little." You then let out a couple of coughs.

"I take it, you're still sick," Nathan grabbed a tissue from the tissue box on the nightstand next to his side of the bed and gave it to you. You nodded wistfully as you gladly took the tissue from him and blew your nose in it.

"Alright, since I won't be practicing for today due to today's weather, and you're sick, I guess this means I'll have to stay and take care of you." Nathan placed his hand on your forehead and cheek to check your fever. You were still feeling hot. "So, is there anything you need from me, Y/N?"

"Some soup and tea would be fine," you whispered.

"Okay, good. I love you, dear," Nathan leaned in to kiss you, but you pulled away and shook your head, not wanting to infect him. You pointed to your forehead, indicating you wanted him to kiss you there instead. He chuckled as he leaned to kiss your head.

"I'll be back in several minutes," Nathan climbed out of bed and headed towards the door. Before closing the door, he turned and whispered, "Rest well, love."

You smiled and sighed as you laid back down on the bed. How could the cutest man on Earth be so kind and caring? You thought. As you rested for several minutes, romantic thoughts about you and Nathan crossed your mind until you heard a knock on the door. "Come in," you said as loud as you could despite your raspy voice from your sore throat.

The door opened, and you saw Nathan enter the room, carrying a tray containing a small mug of lemon tea, a bowl of soup, and some utensils. You sat up as Nathan carefully placed the tray over your lap, saying, "For you, my dear."

"Breakfast in bed?" you whispered as you took a couple of spoonfuls of soup. "Thank you so much, Nate," you romantically sighed before taking a sip of the lemon tea.

"It's the least I can do, Y/N," Nathan chuckled as he watched you ungrudgingly consume the soup and tea until both were finished.

As Nathan took the tray from you, you asked, "Is it alright if I come downstairs with you? I've been wanting to do this remedy involving my throat."

"You mean the salt water gargle?" he questioned.

"Yep, that one," you nodded.

"Oh yeah, sure," Nathan agreed as you climbed out of the bed to join him on the way to the kitchen downstairs.

As Nathan was at the lower end of the stairs, he waited as you slowly walked down them. He knew he didn't want to rush you, especially when you were sick, nor was he going to. Eventually you caught up with him to the kitchen, where you grabbed a plastic cup and poured some salt in it. You filled the cup with warm water and began gargling with it. While looking up at the ceiling during gargles, you were feeling pretty lightheaded, and it felt like you were going to pass out until Nathan came to your rescue.

"Thanks, Nate," you sighed after spitting out the remaining salt water.

"No problem," he replied, "but remember, I'm going to have to supervise you when you're going to do more gargles from now on. I don't want you to get hurt."

"That's really sweet of you," you complimented before you felt a sneeze incoming. Nathan quickly grabbed a tissue and passed it to you before you sneezed in it. You folded up the tissue after pulling your face back from it, not wanting to see your own snot that congested it.

After throwing the tissue in the bin, you froze to see Nathan holding an infrared thermometer pointing at your forehead. "Whoa, it's okay," Nathan reassured. "It's just a thermometer, it's not gonna hurt you," he chuckled.

You sighed in relief while also snickering at the idea that something as harmless as an infrared thermometer was going to tase you, let alone hurt you. You stood still as Nathan took your temperature, to which the thermometer read "100.4℉."

"Yep," Nathan said as he read the temperature on the thermometer.

"What is it?" you asked.

Nathan turned the thermometer to show you your result. Your eyes widened in shock as you read the numbers on it. I knew it! You thought. I've had a fever since yesterday. Your face soon gave a "wait a minute" look as soon as your eyes glanced from the thermometer over to Nathan.

"Why didn't you take my temperature earlier last night?" you questioned.

"Yeah, about that," Nathan explained as you raised a brow in skepticism. "I knew we've had it, but I couldn't find it when you went to bed that night. Should've known it was in the drawers all along," he nervously laughed while his cheeks gave a reddish hue, and your skepticism left as you couldn't help contain your laughter and covered your mouth with your hand to hide your smile.

"I did find it eventually, but you were asleep by then, so I had to wait until morning," Nathan finished. "Besides, I wasn't gonna bother waking you up from your peaceful sleep, especially when you were sick."

"Aww," you blushed as you covered your face with your hand, but immediately let your hand go as you knew that you shouldn't touch your face when you're sick. You quickly walked to the sink to wash your hands. Just as you were about to go back upstairs to bed, you turned to where Nathan was standing. "Um, Nathan?" You asked. "May I ask you a favor?"

"Anything, Y/N," he replied.

"In case you get, um, sick, because of me," you stuttered, "would it be alright if I take care of you? I'm not the best when it comes to taking care of people, but I'll try."

"You don't have to do anything," Nathan chuckled, "but I very much appreciate it."

"Thanks, Nate," you blew a kiss at him before hurrying back to bed.

You rested in bed while listening to the sound of rain, to the point where you eventually fell asleep. During this time, you saw visions of you and Nathan together, watching him skate, and your memories with him. All of this felt like a reality until you abruptly woke up to the sound of thunder. You quickly sat up and panicked.

"Hey, it's okay, Y/N," Nathan, who had been watching you sleep from the corner of the bedroom the entire time, rushed over to your bedside to calm you down. "It's just the sound of thunder. As long as you're indoors, you're safe in here with me," he whispered as he gently stroked your back with his hand.

You started breathing deeply and slowly as you felt Nathan caress you. Knowing that he was in here with you, your anxiety eventually calmed down, and you were able to breathe normally again. Your nose had been showing signs of improvement as you were able to breathe through your nose again, but you still sniffled. You took a tissue from the nightstand and blew your nose in it to prevent your nose from getting congested again. That's when you noticed there was an antigen rapid testing kit on the nightstand.

"Oh, you must be wanting to get tested for COVID," Nathan noticed you questioning the kit. "Not a problem, good thing I bought it earlier. Always be prepared," he chuckled.

You nodded in agreement as you helped him unbox the kit. Once everything was settled, Nathan started by inserting a cotton swab in one of your nostrils as gently as possible. You giggled as you tried to pull away from the swab.

"Hold still!" he laughed as he saw you recoil away from the swab.

"But it tickles!" you grinned while resisting the urge to cover your face with your hands. You rolled over so your face was on the pillow to avoid the swab touching your nostrils again, but Nathan flipped you back on your back and firmly bonded both of your wrists together with one hand, with the other holding the cotton swab. He got on top of you so you wouldn't move.

"If you want accurate results," he teased with a smirk, "you're gonna have to face it. So hold still," he winked.

Very gently, Nathan swabbed around your nostrils, one at a time, while you lay still. You tried not to giggle as he continued, but each time you did, he laughed along as well. Eventually, he was finished, and he got off of you and let go of your wrists, finally giving them a much needed break.

You briefly massaged your wrists as Nathan inserted the swab into a test tube filled with a clear liquid solution and twisted it several times. Once he finished, he sealed it with a dropper and squeezed three drops of the solution into the test card.

"This might take several minutes for your results," Nathan said as he set the timer on his phone.

"Hope it's not COVID," you sniffled, rubbing your nose with a tissue.

"I know," Nathan responded sympathetically, "but even if you do get it, you'll be okay. I promise."

You smiled and blushed as Nathan softly brushed his fingers from your temple to the bottom of your cheek. Even when you were sick, you still looked beautiful to him. Minutes had passed, and Nathan kept staring at your radiating elegance despite your ill state. Without any words spoken, he leaned towards your face for a kiss, with you smiling with acceptance this time, only to be interrupted by the timer going off.

You lightly facepalmed in mild disappointment as Nathan turned off the timer and checked the test card. As you sat up to check your results, you noticed that there was only one line under the "C" and no line under the "T" on the test card. Was this a good thing? You felt your heart pounding against your chest as you were worried about the result.

"Um, Nathan," you questioned in a faint voice as you read the line on card, "what does this mean?"

"Well, by the looks of it," Nathan explained, "you don't really have COVID. You only have it if both lines are under the 'C' and 'T.' So, I guess that's good news."

"I... tested negative? Thank God for that," you sighed in relief as you reclined back on the bed.

Suddenly, laughter broke out between you and Nathan, mainly due to the fact that the both of you had gone through the troubles of a salt water gargle, a temperature take, and a COVID test. All of this lasted until sundown, where you ended up coughing and panting due to laughing too much. After resting for several minutes to catch your breath, you got up and walked out of the bedroom when you heard Nathan ask, "Where are you going?"

"Going to do the salt water thing again," you mentioned as you turned your head towards him. "Wanna come?" You smiled and winked at him.

"Uh, yeah, sure," Nathan chuckled as he stood up to follow you. A giggle escaped from your lips, knowing that Nathan was going with you downstairs to the kitchen to supervise you on the salt water gargle.

Together, the two of you walked downstairs to the kitchen as if you were making a grand entrance like a married couple would during a reception. As you reached the kitchen, you eagerly grabbed a plastic cup and poured a few teaspoonfuls of salt in it, with Nathan filling it with water and stirring it this time. He stood beside you as you gargled with the salt water over by the sink, making sure you wouldn't fall. After gargling and spitting out the remaining contents, Nathan let out a sigh as a sign of relief knowing that you didn't fall, nor did he have to catch you. You tossed the cup in the waste bin when suddenly, you heard a couple of coughs coming from him. "You okay?" You questioned as you turned to him.

"Yeah," Nathan responded. "It's just a few coughs, but I'll be fine."

Your face briefly gave an "Are you sure?" expression before saying, "Okay. Now come on, let's head back upstairs to bed."

Nathan followed you as you walked back upstairs to the bedroom. You both landed on the bed at the same time, facing each other. You sure were tired from being sick since yesterday, while Nathan felt the same from having to take care of you, but despite that, it was worth it. You just wished your sickness was over.

"Before we get some sleep," Nathan whispered, implying that his throat was sore, "mind if I read you the story I wrote?"

"I'd love you to," you agreed while nodding.

Nathan opened one of the drawers of the nightstand and pulled out a copy of his storybook Wei Skates On. As you cuddled closer to him, he opened the book and read the words out loud, but not enough to irritate his throat. You quietly read along with him as you listened to his soothing voice and fell asleep as he finished reading. Nathan saw you asleep and softly kissed your head before turning off the lamp on the nightstand and drifting off as well.

***

You and Nathan were sleeping soundly together in bed when the morning sunrise had engulfed you two from outside the window. You could tell that the rain was over as you rubbed your eyes and then sat up to look out the window. You also noticed that your fever had gone down, you could breathe through your nose again, albeit with a few sniffles, and the pain in your throat was getting better. Your eyes glanced over to Nathan as he slowly woke up in return. He stopped to notice that you were getting better, judging by your blissful expression. "'Morning, Nate," you winked.

"'Morning, Y/N," Nathan replied as if his nose was congested. "I see you're getting better..." He then let out a sneeze. "'Scuse me," he sniffled as he rubbed his nose.

"No, no, no, don't touch your face like that," you warned in a soft voice as you sat on his lap facing towards him and grabbed a tissue from the tissue box. Nathan blushed as he noticed your undergarments peeping out from your robe; he was almost aroused. You handed the tissue to him as he took it and blew his nose in.

"Thanks, babe," Nathan sighed as he set the used tissue on the nightstand.

"Well, I guess now that you're sick, and I'm getting better," you whispered in a sultry tone, "looks like it's my turn to take care of you."

"Oh yeah," Nathan exhaled, remembering your promise from yesterday. "I remember that now."

You giggled before proceeding to plant a kiss on Nathan's forehead. You pulled back and said, "Love you, Nate."

"Love you too, Y/N," he replied. "Thanks for taking care of me."

"No problem," you continued. "And thank you for taking care of me yesterday. I honestly appreciated it."

The two of you shared a kiss before you exited the bed and headed downstairs to the kitchen to prepare soup and hot tea for him.

#nathan chen #nathan chen x reader #nathan chen x you #nathan chen x y/n #nathan chen imagines #nathan chen fluff #x reader fanfiction #sick!reader

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