Cassidy came home, reeking of discount vodka and cigarettes, along with a few other recreational substances; he stripped his clothes off, leaving just his boxers on, and attempted to get into bed with you, when something stopped him.
"You will not come to bed smelling like that," you told him, sleepily.
"Can I borrow your bloody, what's-a-ma-call-it?" He asked, tugging at the pillow to show what he was talking about.
"Go for it."
"Cheers, love."
The next morning, you saw Cassidy asleep on the floor, the pillow between his legs, and a fairly obvious group of burn marks coating it.
"Oh my god," you chuckled. "This is the last time I ever lend you anything."
"Whatever, love," he grumbled, fidgeting. "Let's just say that I really want to believe you."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"We both know you'll do anything for me, love," he smirked, slowly dragging himself up. "And I'll do anything for you."
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Multi Fandom Reader Inserts #3
FanfictionThird instalment of my multi Fandom reader insert one shots/fics/imagines!
