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deathsweetblossoms · 1 year

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I force my feet to move across the wilted and blackened grass. ... “Cardan,” I say in a whisper... As if in answer, the serpent draws back, neck curving in a swinging movement as though evaluating how best to strike. “It’s Jude,” I say, and my voice cracks. “Jude. You like me, remember? You trust me.” The serpent explodes into motion, sliding fast over the grass in my direction, closing the distance between us. Soldiers scatter. Horses rear up...Kelpies run for the sea. ... But the serpent pauses perhaps ten feet from where I am standing, winding around itself. Looking at me with those gold-tipped eyes.

I woke up in the early hours of the morning thinking about this scene, and how Snake Cardan heard Jude whisper his name from thirty feet away (It's canon that he's thirty feet away from her, by Jude's guess when she first sees him in the clearing). At the sound of her voice, he rushes across the distance between them and stops in the security position for snakes. (Snakes winding around themselves aren't positioning to strike. They're moving into a protective position.) What strikes me the most about this scene is that Cardan later tells Jude he only knew "hatred, terror, and the desire to destroy". So much so that he blackened the land and the trees wherever he slithered. So much so that anyone who came near him died.

He was himself, but he wasn't. But even in this stripped down form of himself, the mere sound of her whispering his name draws his attention, and he immediately RUSHES toward her and just...stops to rest in front of her. It's such a deep, primal sense of knowing someone and it makes me go absolutely feral. Even in snake form, he trusted her.

This also somewhat parallels the hedge maze scene in Cruel Prince, although I'm not sure it's intentional, when Cardan is high off his ass but still recognizes Jude by the sound of her cough.

I start coughing immediately. At that moment, Cardan's gaze goes to me. His eyes are barely open, but I can see the shine of them, wet as tar.

We talk a lot about how many small details Cardan notices about Jude's appearance from the get-go, but recognizing the tenor of someone's voice from a COUGH? Hearing their voice from thirty feet away when they're WHISPERING and you're A DAMN SNAKE???? HELP.

#jurdan #im never going to get over them as long as i live #lmao #bye everyone else can go home #already every other ship pales in comparison (except for like..my top fives of course)#cardan x jude #jude x cardan #the cruel prince #the folk of the air #tfota #otp: he’s flint you’re tinder

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quicksilversg1rl · 3 months

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tomblyth

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tomblyth some bts pics from set!

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rachelzegler 🫢🫢🫢

girlblogger girl what do you know🤨??? tell us!!

lionsgate white boy of the month

tomblythupdates what’s going on in the last picture 😶

user236574 tom babe come home the kids miss you

wh0reforcoryosnow the last picture??? i thought he was single 💔💔💔

tomblythdaily @/wh0reforcoryosnow i think its just his cousin 😅

stinkyuser @/tomblythdaily be serious 🤣 that is NOT his cousin

youruser

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youruser BEACH DAY 🌊🥥

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yourbestfriendsuser MOTHER

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yourotherfriend served cunt on a silver platter

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tomblythdaily tom’s following went up by 1 and it’s this chick???

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tomblythupdates girl are you and tom dating???

user654 @/tomblythupdates yall need to leave this girl alone

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everythingtomblyth tom spotted with his gf in new york today!!

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coriolanusnowsgirl oh 💔

tomblythdaily i swear that’s that y/n girl he follows 😭

user367 @/tomblythdaily RIGHT! looks exactly like her!!!

randomuser @/user367 you can’t even see her face???

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tomblyth ❤️

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randomuser i’ll actually just kms 💔

girlblogger tom babe who’s this 😊!

user589 @/girlblogger it’s @/youruser

girlblogger @/user8278 wtf she’s so pretty i can’t even be upset

tomblythfan @/girlblogger we don’t know if it’s actually her though 💀??

tomblythupdates @/youruser HOW DOES IT FEEL TO LIVE MY DREAM!!!

randomuser @/tomblythupdates imagine it’s not actually her 😭😭😭

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youruser photos from my favourites album 🦢

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tomblyth 😍❤️

randomuser_01 @/tomblyth you’re sleeping on the couch tn smh 💔

tomblythdaily @/tomblyth NO GO AWAY

rachelzegler FINALLY

youruser @/rachelzegler LMFAO 😭😭

yourbestfriendsuser HARD LAUNCH OMG OMG

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stinkyuser what does tom even see in her

randomfan @/stinkyuser getting all pissy when you didn’t even stand a chance please 💀

everythingtomblyth gagged us with this post

hater_01 she’s not even that pretty

yourbestfriendsuser @/hater_01 brave coming from someone who looks like a troglodyte

youruser @/yourbestfriendsuser girl please 😭😭😭

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tomblyth Caught some absolute beauties 🌊 Took a few beatings on the head. Then sipped a luke-warm, sun-kissed beer and mused over how life is but a game of beauties and beatings and how you can’t appreciate one without the other.

Now it’s sleeting in NY

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youruser shakespeare’s got nothing on you baby 😍

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tomblythdaily @/coryosnowsbabymama so real

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scaredpigeons · 8 months

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“Let me look at you.”

kaveh x fem!reader

Nsfw 18+ MDNI. Smut. Pussy inspection, teasing, light oral (fem receiving) Kaveh’s a bit mean, but not really and we like it. Established relationship, childhood friends to lovers, yes you both live in Alhaitham’s house still cuz I’ll never separate my otp

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You hear the rattle of a doorknob, unable to open.

Then a thud, as if something hit the door.

“Darling?” Kaveh’s frustration leaked into his voice. “Are you in there? I forgot my keys again.”

You smiled, and rose from the sofa to open the door. Your sweet Kaveh stood in the doorway, shoulders slumped and white knuckling his mechanical toolbox, looking at you miserably through his brows.

“Welcome home,” you stepped aside, allowing him to trudge into the entrance. “ I would ask how your day was…”

“You would not believe the day I’ve had. I don’t even want to repeat some of the atrocities I had to witness today, let alone the absolute crimes against art as a whole— and I had to just sit there and let him drone on and on!— AND regardless of my experience and clear expertise on the subject, this—this monster absolutely refused to budge on— seriously my love, who in their right mind requests five inch thick mullions on stunning lancet arched windows?! The man's wife wanted them to be Sumerian rose stained glass— which I already ordered the exact amount for, at double the usual rate so they could have it installed in time for their daughter's birthday— and suddenly the man wants mullions?!”

Your romantic relationship with Kaveh might have been fresh, but being friends with him since childhood gave you plenty of experience with these kinds of moods. You knew this spiral would only ruin his evening, and if left to fester it would consume his entire month.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” You asked timidly, not wanting to send him into another rant, but not wanting your silence to convince him you don’t care.

Kaveh huffed, and turned towards you. “Unless you can tell this imbecile of a client that—“ He paused, actually looking at you for the first time since he walked into the house.

Since moving in with him and Alhaitham, you’d certainly made yourself comfortable in the space.

The house had little pieces of you scattered here and there; a lavender throw pillow on your favorite couch, new mugs in the cupboard, a framed photo of the three of you from your last trip to the desert—smiling and laughing in the sun while camped at an oasis, but nothing showed how comfortable you were there more than how you dressed around the house.

When the two of you became adults, you rarely ever saw each other outside of the akadeymia and Lambads tavern, so respectable formal wear was what you wore often. When you started coming over and rekindling your bond with Kaveh, you wanted to impress him, to be attractive to him, so you always dressed your best, always done up. But now…

He gazed longingly at your thighs peeking out from beneath one of his oversized shirts, buttons only done up halfway so that the majority of your chest was visible, placed to just cover your nipples in case someone came home during the day. Your hair was pinned back away from your face using a multitude of his own hair pins, and your face glowed as if it was recently washed.

You were the pinnacle of beauty to Kaveh. So comfortable in his life— like you were meant to be there all along. He sighed, releasing his tight grip on mehrak to let him hover in place just beside him.

“Actually, yes.” He sighed again, releasing the tension in his shoulders as he gestured for you with his arms. “Come here, let me hold you for a moment.”

You smiled sweetly and curled up into his embrace, humming happily as he rested himself at the junction of your neck and shoulder, inhaling deeply and groaning a little beneath his breath.

“You’re perfect, you know that?” He said wistfully.

You giggled, dropping your head to his shoulder to hide your intense blush. “Stop that! I’m supposed to be making you feel better, dummy.”

“Just having you here like this makes me feel a bit better, love.” He pulled back a bit. “Come now, let me look at you, there’s no need to hide.”

Despite your flustered state, you unwrapped yourself from him, cheeks warming even more at the way his eyes raked across your body.

“You like when I look at how beautiful you are, don't you?” He said, holding your hand in his with a gentle squeeze. Though his tone was still gentle, there was something burning beneath his gaze that had warmth pooling into the pit of your stomach.

He grinned then, suddenly a bit mischievous in nature. “You know what would really help me de-stress, love?”

If you hadn’t seen where this was headed before, you certainly knew now— though that didn’t make you any less flustered. Even after so many months, physical intimacy with Kaveh still worked you up just as badly as it had the first time.

“I’ll do anything for you, Kaveh. You know that.” You murmured, cupping your own cheek in embarrassment.

You feel a light pressure around your limbs and waist, and suddenly you are hoisted into the air, hands together above your head and legs spread.

“Wait—what?!” You tried to struggle, but the grip that he had mehrak put you in was unshakable. You’d seen Kaveh use this function with mehrak countless times; to swing his claymore, to move building materials, but never once had you seen it used on anyone else. “K-Kaveh! What are y-you doing?!”

His head appeared between your legs, though he was still standing, and you could see now why he had hoisted you so high into the air.

“Just stay still for me, yeah? I want to look at you.”

“B-but—“

You were silenced by his long, cool fingers pushing his shirt from where it covered you, and your legs spread even wider, exposing you in your entirety to him. He smiled as he hooked his fingers into your panties, sliding them down your thighs and onto the floor at his feet.

You continued to squirm as your face bloomed with heat, trying to look away but entranced to watch him as he spread you apart, looking at your center with intense eyes.

He wiggles your labia around a bit, spreading you open and watching as the strands of your slick glisten between them.

He’s torturing you. Eyes never leaving your cunt as he gently thumbs at your clit, watching it twitch and relishing the moans you can’t bite back.

The teasing makes you ache, it makes pressure form behind your glossy eyes and deep inside you somewhere shameful. You can feel yourself clenching around nothing as he toys with you, poking and rubbing here and there as if to make sure his eyes don’t miss a single part of you.

He sees you struggling, and a laugh emerges— light and airy from his chest.

“Please… you’re teasing too much this time, Kaveh.” You manage to whimper.

“Oh?” He says, eyes still unwavering from your leaking hole. “What is it you want, my love?”

You keened, so frustrated with his not-enough-touches and the fact that he’s making you say it. You tried wiggling from the hold on you once more, but it only served to satisfy him more.

“Please!” You begged. “Please make me cum!” Your blush burned. You couldn’t take it anymore. You needed him, to feel him.

He hummed contently at your cries, finally looking up at you. His gaze burned with a lust so intense you don’t think you’ve seen it since the first time you ever shared your bodies with one another. It was an all consuming flame, and unlike the first time— this one didn’t startle you.

Kavehs passion was one of his best qualities, and seeing it take on this form, this desire for you— to have you, to make you his— was something you came to crave.

“Not yet.” He said. Tone leaning towards condescending. “I’m busy looking. You’ll let me keep looking, right?”

His gaze trailed back down your body to your aching core, where he continued to run his fingers along your folds, eyes heavy with lust at the slick he touched there.

“After all,” he said. “You're so very pretty, and you know how stressed I get. And playing with this pretty pussy of my very own helps sooo much, you know that dont you?”

His words were dripping in sex—in demeaning condescension, and you were about to explode because of it. You squirmed and struggled more, moaning and crying out at the weight of his heavy gaze, and the lightness of his thumb across your clit. It throbbed, sending waves of need up your limbs and making your hips buck against his touch.

“I really enjoy playing with you like this,” He said darkly. Times like these were the only moments Kaveh ever spoke down to you. He was typically very doting, loving, and non confrontational when it came to your relationship. But when you hear his voice sink like this, hear him speak as if he owns you, it sends your brain into overdrive.

Finally, finally he brings his tongue up your center, taking a nice firm lick from your clenching hole to your aching clit. He seems to add just the tiniest bit more pressure as his tongue rakes over your clit, and you squeal.

A low, shuddering orgasm overtakes you, and you crumple into it, trying to milk it for all its worth. You’re shocked that he keeps his tongue gently moving over your clit when he realizes what’s happening though he never moves to make it more intense. He works you through it gently, drinking up your cries of pleasure. Your clit throbs dully with each wave of your orgasm, and right before it becomes something closer to painful, he stops.

His large hands grip your thighs, and he watches as you continue to twitch with the aftershocks. He watches your orgasm subside, and laughs when you start to squirm needingly so soon after.

“Awe, poor sweet thing. Not enough?”

Your fucked out expression was nearly enough to break him. Tears streamed down your flushed cheeks, your eyelids drooped and heavy from the aftermath, but still sparkling with lust from the need for more.

Truly, Kaveh never felt more blessed than when in these moments with you, and he truly couldn’t even remember the specifics of what exactly had made him so unhappy in the first place.

He was sure he’d remember eventually, and go back to having more work to do, but for now, he’d rather just enjoy the fire you’ve brought from within him.

“Alright, alright.” He smiled. “I wasn’t done with you yet anyways.”

#genshin impact smut #smut #genshin smut #kaveh smut #kaveh x reader #kaveh x reader smut #kaveh

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alexa-fika · 3 months

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Midnight Rascals (Sanji x child!reader)

A/N- Another one inspired by @me-writes-prompts, specifically from this post here, same as last time, I loosely based it on it as most of the prompt was change but it was still totally inspired by it. Who better to take this on than our Casanova chef?

Prompt: OTP comes home to their children playing with flour all over the floor and they can't help but coo at them, even though they'll have to clean the whole house twice.

Dividers by @/saradika

Sanji had woken up, his keen senses alerted by the familiar sound of someone having sneaked into the kitchen; knowing the avaricious appetite of his captain and how dangerous it would be to let the man be the cook stormed into the kitchen,

“Luffy, I swear,” he growls, only to stop at the shear mess that now lay in his kitchen, the whole place covered in white, his head snapping to one of the counters where he heard movement from

“Luffy, you better pray to every deity out there because when im done with the crew will be having a full-course meal on your body!”

“What the hell did you do to my kitchen?!” Sanji’s fury grew as he noticed every piece of equipment was covered with the same dusty white substance. Storming towards the counter only to stop short as in front of him lay not his captain but his young sibling thrown on the floor, writing and drawing messily on what he now identified as flour

Sanji stared blankly for a second, trying to register what his eyes were seeing

“W-what are you doing?!” He finally found the capacity to talk, staring at his sibling with disbelief as they lay there with their tongue sticking out in a state of concentrated effort, writing indecipherable words.

Their sibling shrieked, taking one look at their brother and the shocked look plastered on their face and shooting up and trying to make a run for it

Sanji immediately ran forward to grab the child who was attempting to escape, trying to hold back his laughter, his hands surrounding the small frame

“Ah ah ah, where do you think you’re going? I think you have lots to explain,” he said, holding the small child up with a curly browed arched as he waited for an explanation

“Why is there flour all over my kitchen?”

“It just fell…”

“Oh? It just fell, did it?”His eyes quickly once again surveyed the scale of the disaster caused by a bag of flour ‘falling,’ and with his youngest sibling covered in flour, it was apparent who was the cause of this catastrophe

“Yeah!”

“Oh, you mean those random piles of flour all around the floor, and the fact that every single piece of equipment in the kitchen is covered in flour, and even you’re covered head to toe in flour, and that you were literally writing with flour on the kitchen floor…It just fell, is that right?”

“Yeah?” They replied, giggling nervously, a little bit more hesitant than their previous answer

“Oh, you think being cute and giggling will get you out of trouble?”

Sanji smirked at his little sibling

“I promise you that’s not going to work this time.”

“ I love you, brother Sanji!”

“Convenient you wanting to share that when you’re caught red-handed. Do you think saying that is going to get you out of trouble?”

“Yep”

“Have a little bit of shame to at least deny it,” he mutters as he rolls his eyes, putting the child on the ground

“Good try, go get a rag; you have lots to clean up.”

“Awww!”

“Don’t you ‘Aww’ me, Start brooming and dusting the place,” he said, amused at his sibling's antics.

“But I was practicing writing!”

“You were practicing writing on the kitchen floor? With flour? Are you a baker now? Get cleaning”

They pout, grabbing a small child-size broom and starting to sweep the mess they had created

“Put that lip back, you rascal. I raised you, and I know your tricks; they won’t work on me like they do the rest of the crew,” he said, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it, inhaling and exhaling a thin wisp of smoke

What we thinking? I was working on another part for crocodile pigeon!reader among some other ideas but I had to get hall something wholesome and we haven’t heard of our resident cook in a while

Taglist:

@imaginarydreams

@amethystviolin

#one piece x reader #one piece #one piece x child!reader #one piece fluff #one piece imagine #sanji x child!reader #straw hat sanji #vinsmoke sanji #sanji x reader #one piece sanji #black leg sanji #sanji #op sanji #with: sanji

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thesunoosshining · 4 months

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chapter: extra! (r.n) ✦

riki nishimura » smau!

it’s no surprise you’re a fan of enhypen. even if you share a label, they’re still kind of your idols. which is why it’s so exciting when you find out they’re going to be featuring in the music video for your groups latest title track release. and what is a surprise, is finding out that maybe you and ni-ki have more in common than you first realized…

smau, idol!niki x (fem)idol!y/n, strangers to friends to lovers, mutual pining, idiots being idiots, your friends are all terrible wingmen. warnings: kys/kms jokes, friendly bullying, etc. each chapter will have individual warnings.

(under the cut!)

↬ starring: ✦

enhypen — ni-ki, jay, jake, sunoo, sunghoon. (+ the rest of the members at times.)

fizz — y/n, eun, ria, kaia

[ profiles: dumb / dumber ]

↬ masterlist: ✦

(🖋️ means there's a written section!)

chapter 1: stan fizz!

chapter 2: feature!

chapter 3: group chat!

chapter 4: new home!

chapter 5: strawberry orange soda!

chapter 6: concept!

chapter 7: my otps 😻 (🖋️)

chapter 8: breaking news ?!

chapter 9: obvious

chapter 10: plotting. (🖋️)

chapter 11: famous!

chapter 12: like... for real? (🖋️)

chapter 13: a win is a win!

chapter 14: mission accomplished

chapter 15: rikiyn 🫶

chapter: end!

taglist: @j-wyoung, @cherinne, @im-yn-suckers, @sanrikis, @laylasmother, @lambys-stuff, @luvyev, @miy-svz, @cholexc, @haechansbbg, @hyuzaa, @sungookie

this smau has been completed! hope you enjoyed <3

[ dividers by saradika ]

#❣️; chapter: extra #📋; masterlist #📱; smau #enhypen #enhypen smau #enhypen x reader #enhypen x you #enhypen au #enhypen niki #nishimura riki #niki x reader #riki nishimura x reader #smau #kim sunoo #park sunghoon #park jongseong #sim jake #kpop smau #enha x reader

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aalyssah · 19 days

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The Thought That Counts

Pairing: Dean Ambrose x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff!

Word Count: 1,257

Summary: It's you and Dean's anniversary, but instead of you cooking, Dean tries to and let's just say it doesn't go as planned.

A/N: I didn't know who to write this for, but when I thought about the summary it screamed Dean to me. Btw, hope y’all enjoyed WrestleMaina! Anyways, Hope You Enjoy!

You were so excited.

Tonight marks the night of you and Dean’s 3rd anniversary of being together and you’ve planned out everything the week prior.

Your plan was to call off work on this very special day, get a small gift for Dean, and then cook him his favorite meal, but that plan soon got thrown out the window when Dean woke you up with kisses to your face, telling you what he was gonna do for this day.

“I’m gonna cook you the best meal you’ll ever have tonight.” Dean whispered in your ear as he snuggled you closer to him.

You wanted to protest and argue that you’ll be the one cooking, but as you laid there in his warmth, the thought came to you.

Dean’s never cooked a decent meal for you, especially on your anniversary. Usually, he otps for takeout or meals cooked by his friends, but never by himself.

You smiled and snuggled up into him. “Okay, I’ll keep you up on that.” You said with a smile.

Now that you and Dean have had 2 anniversaries together you don’t need to keep much a secret on what you’re doing, but he is keeping it a secret on what he’s cooking and what he’s getting you.

So with that, you decided to go out with a friend and wait until the time you have to go back home to see what Dean has done for you.

“So what do you think Dean’s getting you for the big 3 year anniversary?” Your friend asked as she took a sip of her smoothie.

That question made you shrug your shoulders. “I don’t know? Last year he got me a purse that was almost over $400 and then the year before that he got me this beautiful matching necklace and bracelet set, so I don’t know what he can get to top those two gifts off.”

Dean has been an amazing boyfriend to you and he makes sure to show it by showering you with gifts. With you not being a wrestler, and making nowhere near the amount of money he does in a month, he loves to buy you many of your favorite things no matter the price.

“Well, we’ll see about it tonight!” She said. You looked down at the time seeing it was 6:46. Normally anniversary dinner is at 7:00 for you both. After making that a rule on your first anniversary, you’ve just gone with it.

“Well, imma get going. Gonna go change and see my man.” You and your friend said your goodbyes before you left off to change into a dress you heard Dean say would look pretty on you.

Even though that was 3 months ago, you remembered it and bought it for this special occasion.

You drove all the way home excited, mouth watered up for some cooking from Dean, and then maybe getting to eat something else afterwards.

You pulled into the garage, practically hopping out the car and running to the door.

Yeah, this is different from any other anniversary, but you and Dean decided to do something different this year instead of your traditional, ‘going out to eat at a fancy restaurant.’

You knocked on the door and Dean opened it. You gave him a big smile, but when you looked at his face, it was full of sadness.

“What? What’s wrong?” You asked him with a frown, and then you saw black smoke from behind him. Without thinking, you pushed him aside, rushing into the kitchen.

“Dean, what the hell happened?!” You yelled, rushing and opening the window. Black smoke was everywhere, filling up the kitchen and there were pots and pans full of nothing, but black.

And the bottom of the pots are red.

You couldn’t even tell what was in it until you attempted to stir it around, but even that was hard considering whatever was in there was stuck to the bottom of the pan.

“Ambrose, you better start telling me right now what happened. You could’ve burned the house down!” You were yelling and sort of weren't mad at that.

It smelt so burnt in the kitchen and Dean was just standing there looking lost. “I-I’m sorry.” He apologized, holding his head down.

You let out a sigh seeing how upset he looked. “Dean…” You trailed off, walking closer to him. You felt like a Mom trying to comfort her kid after yelling at them. “Dean, I’m sorry for yelling at you. This is just all so surprising.” You admitted, looking around.

Dean let out a dry chuckle, nodding his head. “Yeah, I could say that too.” He agreed. You looked at him curiously. “What happened?” You only asked once and that’s when he spilled the beans.

“Okay, I’ll tell you, but promise me you won’t laugh.” You playfully rolled your eyes. “I pinky promise. Now tell me!” Dean took a deep breath, rubbing his hands up and down his pants.

“I put the food in the oven and while it was cooking I decided to go shave because, y’know? It’s our anniversary night. So I was shaving down there and the electric razor nipped my balls and I started freaking out because it was bleeding a little, so without thinking about the food, I put some shorts on and rushed to the ER. I was only there for like 15 minutes and then I remembered that I had food in the oven, so I drove all the way back here and then the food was burnt. I tried fixing it by putting it back in, but it didn’t work. It only made it worse.”

You didn’t say anything after hearing his story, mouth hung open. What was there to say? This man just told you he cut his balls and rushed to the ER with food in the oven.

“Dean, how could you be so, so-” You didn’t finish your sentence, not knowing what to say. You’ve never met anyone so dumb like this. “Look, it’s our anniversary and I-”

Dean cut you off mid sentence.

“Wait, is that the dress I said you would look good in like 3-4 months ago?” You instantly smiled, playing with the dress. “Yeah, I bought it for this and- wait, you can’t change the subject like that!” You playfully scolded him, a laugh coming from him.

“Anyways, forget about it. Let’s just see if anything here is edible.” You said, getting up and going to the pots and pans on the stove. You used a nearby spoon and scraped at nothing, but black food.

“Can we eat it?” Dean asked from behind you, still sitting at the table. You worryingly turned towards him with an unsure look. “Uh, I don’t know about eating it.”

Dean huffed, shaking his head. “I’m so sorry I ruined dinner.” You put the spoon down and walked back to him, rubbing his shoulder. “Hey, it’s okay. At least you tried to cook. What do they say? It’s the thought that counts.” You reassured him, smiling.

Your eyes suddenly changed from gentle to slurry. “But I do know what we can eat.” You said, hand trailing down to his shorts.

Dean’s eyes grew wide and a smile came to his face.

In a quick second, you were swept off your feet, Dean kissing your lips. “We can order takeout later. And be gentle on my left ball.”

That night you two had the best anniversary of your lives and it wasn’t because of the food.

#dean ambrose #dean ambrose fluff #dean ambrose imagine #dean ambrose x reader #dean ambrose fanfiction #wwe fluff #wrestling fluff #wwe smut

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deity-prompts · 10 months

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Can I get an au prompt idea for a chef story?

Hell yeah you can. I’m not sure if you wanted these to be otp prompts or not so I made these as standard as possible.

Chef Prompts

Prompts

A ate the best meal of their life and has set out on the impossible journey of replicating that exact dish from scratch.

A is sick and has lost their sense of taste, making their cooking attempts miserable.

A has a game where they eat at a restaurant and try to recreate it at home.

A keeps accidentally getting locked in the walk-in freezer.

A works as a dishwasher at a restaurant and is always the last to leave. They use that time to test out their original recipes.

Oneliners

“This tastes amazing! How long have you been cooking?” “Honestly, that was my first time”

“Just like my mother used to make”

“That’s not real cooking.” “You’re such a snob.”

“Did you burn yourself cooking again?”

“It’s just a local competition. What’s the harm in entering?”

“I haven’t tried this recipe in years.”

“This food is amazing, you’re an incredible cook but . . . um . . . I’m kind of allergic to it.”

“Why can’t I get this recipe right?”

“Maybe I’ll just quit and work at McDonald’s for the rest of my life.”

“I’ve kept this kitchen running for years. Treat me with respect.”

Also see:

Enemies to lovers baking prompts

Prompts masterlist

#writing prompts #chef prompts #otp prompts #writing oneliners #dialogue prompts #fluff prompts #angst prompts #brotp prompts #writing inspiration #fanfiction prompts #writeblr #rp prompts

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captainsavre · 5 months

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And I'll be turning on my wife so that her cervix opens up. Maya and Carina || Station 19 (5.16 Death and the Maiden)

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leviiackrman · 1 year

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Ciri of Cintras x Una Wattleseed, tw3 [otp: the swallow and the raven] || Katsuki Bakugo x Asami Enatsu, mha [otp: boom boom pow]

AU Rin Kyutoku x Touya Todoroki, mha [otp: that’s hot (literally)] || Sam Drake x Jess Carter, uc [otp: my favourite adventure]

Aloy x Nymira Lanu, hzd [otp: you’re my home] || Levi Ackerman x Margot Durand, aot [otp: give your heart]

Asahi Azumane x Hideko Sugawara, hky! [otp: flying high!] || Jordan Parker x Josh Washington, ud [otp: hook line and sinker]

I’ve had the longest day ever of moving stuff to my new house so I needed to relax and found this real cute but simple picrew, so felt like sharing it with all you lovelies!🤍

Tagging: @florbelles @dihardys @risingsh0t @indorilnerevarine @shellibisshe @chuckhansen @liurnia @denerims @jackiesarch @marivenah @sstewyhosseini @kingsroad @aedvcan @prometheas @unholymilf @solasan @shadowglens @queennymeria @confidentandgood @arklay @thomrainer @hoesephseed @roofgeese @unholymilf @simonxriley @multiverse-of-themind @malefiicarum @jendoe + @jacobseed (feel free to @ me if you also do this but no obligation)

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ladyblueberrymuffin · 2 months

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Thinking how many of my OTPs have the woman literally rip the man out of his eternal slumber.

Of course there's my latest obsession, Lisa and the Creature, the fact that he came back to life just because she was lonely, and she stayed with him when he was dead, and talked to him. How she is ready to die, trusting that he will bring her back. How it makes her become like him, makes them the same.

Then you have Piper, not accepting Jason's death, using her magical voice, her power that would normally be used to lead people astray, to guide him back home, to beg him "Please, come back to me", and he FUCKING OBLIGES, because her love for him is just that strong.

And of course, Lena, my beautiful Lena. With Lisa and Piper it was total accidents, Lena intentionally cracked open the fucking Necronomicon and conducted dark magic on Ethan, which resulted with her Uncle's life being taken to bring him back. It eventually lead to her BREAKING REALITY. Lena's decisions have such dire consequences, and the thing is so fucking what, the forces that rule her world are so cruel, so fucking unfair, that the literal goddess who created it wanted her to break it so she can make it better.

Then Ethan has to die AGAIN, to rebound the New Order they've created, and she doesn't accept that either! Neither of them do! It was a test, they passed, and now the goddess, the Demon Queen, is just sitting back, and watching these crazy kids, one of which is alive, another in the fucking afterlife, working together, coordinating, despite the fact they can't directly talk, and plotting their little crime against the laws of nature AGAIN, so he can come back, and they do do that!

Death is temporary. I'll love you forever

Listen to me. You can do this. Come back. You’re going to be fine.

I’m here. Don’t go. I’m not going anywhere. And neither are you...

#i love them so much #weird girls and their zombie boyfriends #till death don't we part #lisa frankenstein #heroes of olympus #beautiful creatures #caster chronicles #lisa swallows #the creature #piper mclean #jason grace #lena duchannes #ethan wate #my babies

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qwertycake · 10 months

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cute squishy platonic otp prompts :) very fluffy and good smiley face

FOUND THESE ABANDONED IN MY NOTES FROM 2021! Some of these are very specific so feel free to alter them to suit your situation/tastes. Some of these are more targeted towards the mundane “imagine this” scenarios which aren’t great for writing an extended piece about but they can still get your creative juices flowing. These are all geared towards platonic and squishy, but I suppose they could be used in other contexts too. Enjoy!

“You’re very good at that instrument, Person A, but please put it away it’s two in the fucking morning” AU

“We went out to stargaze but you keep saying that every cluster of stars is Orion’s belt and I’m starting to think you’re trying to impress me with the astrology knowledge that you don’t have” AU

“You walked into our house/apartment/whatever sopping wet from the rain because you forgot your umbrella, here’s a towel and I’m making hot chocolate by the way let’s watch movies” AU

“That’s a cute bouquet and all but why are the neighbours’ gardens barren” AU

“We’re playing smash bros together on the couch and I’m teaching you to play and you kick my ass and the worst part is that I wasn’t letting you win” AU

“The party’s over and we now have a ton of helium filled balloons hey what if we drank the helium and prank called people come on you know you want to” AU

“We went to a rocky beach and now have a rucksack full of cool rocks that we’re never gonna use” AU

“Look I know it’s two in the morning— hey stop asking how I got in your room that’s not important— I need you to make a Hot Wheels track with me” AU

“We both keep dream journals and are sharing our weird dreams” AU

“We’re performers waiting outside the venue because we’re tired of the loud noise and need a breather, also hey is your group also going to the McDonalds afterwards? I’ll see you there” AU

“We’re camping and a random dog/cat just waltzed up to our tent and we don’t know where their owner is so we have to take care of it in a really small space oh my god” AU

“We’re both isakaied away into another world but you became a cool mage and I’m just Some Dude” AU

“We’ve been trying to get this goddamn plushy from a grabbing machine for literal hours to the point where we broke it and the poor worker, person C, just walked up and unlocked the chamber and gave us the plushy out of pity” AU

“We’re at a library and I’m intimidated because everyone looks super stoic and serious but then you waltz up to me with a kids encyclopaedia of dinosaurs and ask me which one’s my favourite” AU

“We’re having a snowball fight but we both can use insanely powerful magic and end up wrecking havoc on the whole area” AU

“Oh your winter clothes got wet, here have my hat and gloves I don’t feel cold— in fact you know what let me warm your hands for you, give em here” AU

“I’m driving us home from the airport/ferry port/whatever and its late and we end up falling asleep in the car park of a service station. You wake up before me and buy me service station food for a three in the morning breakfast and it’s really sweet until we realise that we still have an hour to go before we’re home ugh” AU

“Can you catch the bus with me I’ve never caught it before and I need to get used to it” AU

“We’re astronauts and we’re going into space together and it’s really scary but you’re pissing me off already and we’ve barely gotten ready for launch fuck” AU

“We both crash landed from a plane into a woodland and are staying in an abandoned shack and chatting over a can of warming beans” AU

“We’re in control of making the new universe and we can’t agree on anything stop putting cat ears on the humans and take this seriously goddammit” AU

“I work at a drycleaners and you’ve been bringing your bodypillow/ahaego hoodie/whatever here for the past three days and I just want to know why please you’re killing me” AU

“There’s only one bed but we actually get gradually more pissed off at one another as the night goes on because you kicked me and I took the blanket and whatever until I cave and sleep on the couch, but you make me breakfast in the morning so all is forgiven” AU

“You look depressed here have a bathbomb go have a bath I insist do you want wine” AU

“You’ve never made a pizza from scratch before? Here let me show you how” AU

“You’ve never played hop scotch before? Here let me show you in public” AU

“You’ve never built a death ray before? Here let me show you— hey hold on stop screaming it’s pointed away from you it’s pointed away” AU

“Mario Maker: Endless Easy” AU

“Whenever we go out to eat you always tell the staff that it’s my birthday when it isn’t and I always get happy birthday sung to me and I hate you now pass me that slice of cake goddammit” AU

#certified qwertycake moment #writing #writing prompt #otp prompt #platonic otp prompt #brotp #imagine your otp #prompt #au #aromantic #asexual #qpr #qpp #happy pride month LOOK WHAT I FOUND IN MY NOTES FROM LIKE TWO YEARS AGO!!!!!!!!!!!!#i love platonic pairing prompts so here’s my humble contribution #<3 #fanfic #fanfiction

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bradshawsbaby · 1 year

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Ooh, I love those spring OTP prompts! I'd love to see 17 (caught in a sudden rainstorm) with the darling Bradshaws!

As a sidenote, I hope you're not being too hard on yourself about not having motivation! You're a lovely person regardless of whether you're writing and it brightens my day to see you on my dash every time you come across it!!

Thank you for sending in a prompt! I really enjoyed writing this one! ♥️ I decided to set it before the Bradshaws are married!

I really appreciate your kind words! Thank you so much! 💕

“Is it supposed to rain?” you asked curiously, gazing up at the charcoal sky, a few hazy stars twinkling overhead behind a light thicket of clouds.

“I don’t think so,” Bradley replied, his arm tightening around your shoulders as the two of you strolled along the street. There was a slight chill in the evening air, and your boyfriend had gallantly draped his jacket around your shoulders as soon as you’d stepped out of the restaurant. “Why?”

“I don’t know,” you shrugged, snuggling up against his side. “Just sort of feels like rain.”

Bradley chuckled at that, grinning down at you. “The Navy’s really rubbing off on you, honey. You’re starting to sound like a regular sailor,” he teased.

Laughing, you nudged him playfully and slipped an arm around his waist. “That’s what happens when you’re dating the best of the best,” you told him with a wink.

You could practically see his chest puff out with pride, and you knew the tips of his ears were turning pink, though it was hard to see in the quickly fading light.

“Do you have to get home just yet?” Bradley asked in a low voice, brushing a soft kiss across your temple that made you shiver pleasantly.

“Nope,” you murmured in response, shaking your head and smiling to yourself as Bradley lowered his arm from around your shoulders so that he could lace your fingers together.

“Good,” he beamed, squeezing your hand as the two of you walked, no destination in mind.

Bradley had gotten out of work early, and today was your day off from The Hard Deck, so the two of you had decided to make the most of it and go out for dinner. You knew soon enough the night would have to end—Bradley had to be up early the next morning for some training exercises—but you were willing to linger for as long as you possibly could.

Just as you opened your mouth to comment on what a surprisingly cool night it was, you felt a raindrop splatter suddenly against your cheek.

Bradley must have felt the drops, too, because his brow furrowed as he looked up at the sky. “Looks like you were onto something, honey,” he murmured as a few more angry drops fell in quick succession.

“Told you it felt like rain,” you smirked jokingly, just as a clap of thunder boomed nearby and the rain began falling in earnest, heavy sheets that seemed to be coming down sideways.

Reaching for the jacket he had draped over your shoulders, Bradley lifted it to cover your head, seeking out the nearest shelter. “Up ahead!” he called out, pointing towards what appeared to be a bar, if the neon Bud Light sign in the window was any indication.

The two of you raced as quickly as your feet would carry you, out of breath and laughing like fools by the time you finally burst through the door, already half drenched.

“Too bad you didn’t have that sixth sense before we left,” Bradley laughed, brushing stray raindrops out of your hair. “We could have brought an umbrella.”

You giggled as the hostess appeared, asking if the two of you wanted a table.

“We’ll just sit at the bar, thanks,” Bradley told her politely, resting his hand on the small of your back as he steered you through the crowd and made sure you got a seat.

“I feel like we’re cheating on Penny,” you teased, ordering two beers for you and your boyfriend.

“She’ll understand. She wouldn’t want us getting pneumonia,” Bradley winked.

You giggled when you realized there were a few stubborn raindrops clinging to his mustache, and reached out to brush them away with your fingers.

Bradley grinned and was about to say something in response when his eyes suddenly snagged on something just over your shoulder. “Oh my God,” he breathed out, his expression morphing into one of stunned recognition.

“What is it?” you asked, gazing over your shoulder. You didn’t see anything beyond a large crowd of people trying to get out of the rain and an old piano.

“I’ve been here before,” Bradley said slowly, his gaze still fixed on the point just beyond you.

“Oh, really?” you replied, not quite sure why the realization had garnered such a reaction from him. “Recently?”

Bradley shook his head, reaching into his pocket for his wallet and rummaging around for a second before he pulled out an old photograph, bent in one corner. “With my parents,” he said softly.

Your eyes widened as you took the photograph from him. Sure enough, it was the same bar. Over thirty years ago, sure, but the place hadn’t changed one bit. The piano was even still in the same spot. You recognized Bradley’s parents immediately, Goose at the piano with a huge, goofy grin plastered on his face while Carole sat perched atop his lap, laughing. Sitting on top of the piano, with rosy cheeks and the most adorable little cowboy hat, was none other than your sweet Bradley. And standing beside the Bradshaws—

“Is that Mav?” you gaped, amazed at just how young your boyfriend’s godfather looked in this picture. It really put into perspective just how young Bradley’s father had been when he lost his life.

“Yeah,” Bradley nodded, smiling as he gazed down at the picture. “That was the last time we were all together,” he told you, throat tightening slightly. “I can’t believe—I mean, of all the places—”

Smiling tenderly, you pressed the photo into his hand and kissed him softly. “I’m really glad we ended up here tonight,” you whispered, nuzzling his nose.

“Me, too, honey,” he said, dropping a kiss on the tip of your nose. “Thank God for the rain.”

Spring OTP Prompts 🌧️

#bradshaw drabble #mr. & mrs. bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster x reader #rooster x future wife!reader #top gun: maverick #miles teller #spring writing prompts

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baronessblixen · 10 months

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When It Rains

Year of the OTP June! The prompts I used are: sick fic – accidental love confession – downpour

Set in season 6, fluff with a hint of Diana angst. And a sick Mulder. Wc: 1,552

Tagging @today-in-fic

Dressed in an old t-shirt and sweatpants that are just the tiniest bit too big on her small frame, she elbows open her apartment door, a basket full of dirty laundry in her arms. In her hallway, she almost crashes into a soaking wet, swaying figure. Just as she’s about to berate him for loitering in front of her apartment, she realizes who exactly it is.

“Mulder?” she asks, setting down her basket.

“Oh hey,” he says as if surprised to see her here. In her hallway. In front of her apartment.

“You’re soaking wet,” she says, watching the puddle by his feet increase. He’s going to ruin the carpet. But there are more important things to focus on. “What happened to you?” Instead of an answer, he just sighs and shrugs. Looking more closely at him, she notices that his pupils are shot. Drunk. He has to be drunk. Right?

“It’s raining,” he says simply.

That’s the understatement of the year. They’re currently experiencing an exceptional downpour and according to meteorologists, the rain is not going to stop until the morning. One of the many reasons Scully decided to stay home this Saturday night. She’s still getting used to having weekends to herself. With the X-Files closed, more often than not, she finds herself with free time now. At least it gives her enough time to do her laundry.

“Come inside.”

“You were on your way out,” he says.

“I was just doing laundry,” she explains, trying to help him out of his leather jacket. It’s heavy with rain. “Let’s get you into the bathroom, Mulder. Take off your shoes.”

“Hm?” He’s just standing there, still swaying.

“Your shoes,” she says patiently. “Take them off.”

“Oh,” he says, staring down at his feet. “Right.”

“Were you out drinking?” It’s none of her business, she thinks. Except he came here, to her apartment. She has a right to know. The last time this happened, she found herself on a plane to Texas, and later out of a job. She shudders, remembering everything that came after. Her memory is still spotty in places. Another apartment, another hallway, and a bee. A kiss that never was. Then there’s a lot of icy darkness in her mind. Even now, months later, the frostbites sometimes nip at her when she least expects it.

“I’m not drunk,” he says, but his words are slurred.

“It’s okay, Mulder.” She tugs on his arms to get him to the bathroom, but he’s heavy, and he’s unwilling. He’s shaking his head so hard that she fears he’s going to crash into the wall.

“Not drunk,” he repeats. “I wasn’t feeling well,” he says. “I just- there were pills in the medicine cabinet. I took them. The first didn’t do anything, so I took something else.” Her alarm bells are ringing.

“What did you take?” she asks and he just shrugs.

“I thought it was Tylenol. Wait. I think the other was Benadryl. My throat was so itchy.”

“Mulder, you don’t have any allergies.”

“They make me sleepy,” he says and yawns as if to prove his point. “I take them sometimes. You said I shouldn’t take sleeping pills.” She cracks a small smile, glad that he listened to her for once.

“That’s good, Mulder. You said your throat is itchy?” He nods and as she looks closer at him, she realizes that he does look sick, not drunk. The area around his nose is pale, while his nose itself is red. She touches his cheeks and they’re warm to her touch. So is his forehead. “When did you start feeling sick?” And why didn’t you call me, she adds mentally.

“Yesterday,” he admits. “Thought I was just tired but,” he pauses and coughs. “I didn’t want to bother you. Now I’m coughing all over you, making you sick, too.”

“Mulder, if you were feeling sick yesterday it’s very likely you already infected me anyway.”

“You’re the medical doctor,” he says with a drowsy smile. He may not be drunk, but he’s definitely not sober either.

“I am,” she says with a soft smile. “That’s why you need to listen to me. We need to get you out of these wet clothes. Where’s your umbrella?”

“Didn’t bring one,” he says, letting Scully lead him toward the bathroom. “Wasn’t raining when I left. It started when I was at Diana’s.” Her fingers were just busy unbuttoning his shirt but now pause.

“Diana.” She repeats the name slowly, every letter bile on her tongue. Mulder, clueless to her emotional turmoil, nods and goes on.

“She kept hanging up on me,” he says. "I tried calling her. I didn't want to go over there."

“It’s okay, Mulder,” Scully says, distracting herself with undressing Mulder. Despite having worn a jacket, his shirt is so wet that she has to wring it out. “You don’t owe me an explanation.” But her mind is spinning. If he was at Diana’s, why is he here now? Why did he leave? Her thoughts are so out of control that she doesn’t notice Mulder tug at her t-shirt at first. He’s shirtless himself and his jeans are already unbuttoned. She’d prefer if he took his pants off himself, but he seems preoccupied with what’s happening in his head.

“I went to her apartment,” he says and Scully wishes she could just cover her ears and not hear what he has to say. No matter how childish that instinct may be. “I wanted her to listen to me. You always listen to me, Scully.” He says, touching her cheek. His skin is warm against hers and she has to stop herself from leaning into his touch.

“What did you want to tell her?” Scully asks in spite of herself.

“That she needs to stop. That she needs to listen. I’ve been trying to tell her, to explain it to her. About you.”

“About me?” Again, he nods. He breaks into a smile and she’s overwhelmed by the instinct to pinch his rosy cheeks. His hair, drying already, is sticking in every direction imaginable, making him look cuter than he should be.

“She doesn’t listen,” he repeats. “I keep trying to tell her that I- she wants things that I don’t want.” Her roaring heartbeat almost drowns out his voice.

“I went to her apartment to tell her that I love- that I love you.” Her eyes grow wide at his confession. He’s staring at her, calm as ever. “Can you believe she hung up on me?” She's not sure he realizes what he just admitted. What he confessed to her. He loves her. This isn’t the first time he’s saying it, of course. The last time wasn’t long ago. It was right after they saved him from the Bermuda Triangle. He’d been high on painkillers then, too. But she can’t deny that he’s said it twice now in about as many months.

“She said I was nuts.” He’s grinning from ear to ear now. As if Diana calling him crazy for loving Scully was the greatest compliment he could imagine. “Nothing I haven’t heard before. I stood my ground, Scully. Said I love you. Did you know that? I didn't mean to blurt it out just now, but... I love you. I needed Diana to know it, too. I needed her to understand it. You know what happened next?” She shakes her head gently, unsure whether she wants to know what he’s going to say next.

“She threw me out. Asked her for an umbrella and she slammed the door in my face.”

“I’m sorry, Mulder.”

“Is this what you always wear on weekends, Scully?” He touches the hem of her shirt and she blushes.

“Sometimes,” she says. “It’s my laundry outfit.”

“I like it. I like it a lot.”

“I think you’re delirious.”

“I think you might be right,” he admits, coughing again.

“Can you take off your jeans or do you need help?”

“I wouldn’t mind help,” he says with a grin, “but I can do it myself.”

“I’m going to get you something dry to wear,” she says, squeezing his shoulder. She uses the moment away from Mulder to take a deep breath and sort her thoughts. Tonight, she won’t contemplate what any of this means. But she knows she’ll have to hide a grin the next time she sees Diana Fowley.

When she returns to the bathroom, Mulder is naked. She averts her eyes, even though he doesn’t seem to mind. He helps her into the sweatpants and the t-shirt. When they’re done and Mulder is dressed, he smiles at her warmly.

“We're matching," he says proudly. He's right, too. "You’re not going to throw me out, are you?” he asks.

“If I did, I’d give you an umbrella.”

“Thank you, Scully.” His grin is accompanied by another cough, reminding her that it's very likely he'll feel worse in a couple of hours. She'll be there for him it that's the case. Just like she hopes he will be there for her when she catches whatever is ailing him.

He’s asleep almost as soon as his head hits the pillow. She watches him for a moment before she presses a kiss to his forehead. I love you, too, she thinks but doesn’t dare say. Not yet, anyway.

#almost gave up on this #but like i managed six months of this #i can do another six #i wanted to write angst #who am i even kidding #msr #xf fanfic #my writing #my fic

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