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ೃ༄ drabbles ˚◞♡ ⃗

— sweet intentions ; caregiver!street x little!reader

— movie night ; caregiver!kim x little!reader

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ೃ༄ movie night ˚◞♡ ⃗

caregiver!kim x little!reader

— to make up for how much she’s been missing lately, kim arranges for you to have a cosy night in - just the two of you.

Drumming her fingers on the countertop, Kim casts a look over her shoulder to check on you. When she sees that you’re still cuddled up on the sofa, stuffie in arm and hot cocoa in hand, she can’t help but smile at the sweet sight.

The microwave sounding its tinny alarm draws her attention back to the matter at hand. She opens the door and gingerly pulls the bag of popcorn out, wincing as the steam comes into contact with her fingers. Dumping it out into the waiting bowl, she ensures it’s to your liking before discarding the bag and weaving her way through the kitchen back to you.

You greet her with an excited expression. Tugging back the blankets you’re swaddled up in, you shift to make room for her and she gladly climbs in next to you.

“Hi, baby.” She beams at you, kissing the side of your head as you throw the blanket across her lap too. Setting the bowl of popcorn down between you, Kim extends an arm out across your shoulders and smiles as you lean into her. “You ready to start?”

You nod emphatically, excitement bubbling up inside as she scrolls to find the movie you’d requested. “Yes! Yes, please.”

“Good.” She nods, delighting in your overjoyed demeanour. Pressing play on the movie, the black opening screen darkens the room and she pulls you closer. “Now, c’mere.”

“You’re the best.” You mumble into her chest as you cuddle into her, laying your head on her chest as she tightens her embrace. “Like, ever.”

Kim’s heart twinges at your words, and she rubs a soothing hand up and down your back in reply.

“Aw, aren’t you just sweet?” She tells you, holding back a too-big smile as she rests her cheek against the crown of your head.

It’s not long before she falls into a soothing rhythm of rubbing her hand up and down your back while you melt into her. Her mind begins to wander, and she’s speaking softly against your hair before she can stop herself. “I’m really sorry for how busy I’ve been lately, honey. I wish I was able to be here for you more.”

You just shake your head against her, and lean into her even more.

“I love all the time that I get to spend w’you.” Is what you tell her, lifting your head off her chest momentarily to show her a soft but sincere smile that makes her heart melt. “Doesn’t matter how much, just as long as I get to see you at all.”

A quiet oh, baby is all she can muster in reply. You can sense the emotions running through her and don’t push her for anything more, and just kiss her cheek gently before settling back in against her. She appreciates your discretion, and squeezes you tight against her as you both return your attention to the movie playing on in front of you.

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ೃ༄ sweet intentions ˚◞♡ ⃗

caregiver!street x little!reader

— after imparting his love of cooking shows onto you, street tries to bring to life the sweet treats you both spend so much time watching be made.

The sugary sweet smells of vanilla and cinnamon fills the air against a backdrop of relative bedlam. An old episode of Bake Off plays in the background and is frequently interspersed by the whir of the mixer and Street’s huffs of irritation.

It’s the third time tonight that the mixing tool has come off the machine, and little lines of frustration form between his furrowed brows as he tries to manhandle it back in.

The fact that the tool and the bowl itself are covered in sticky pink frosting is not helping the fact, even if the sight of your icing-smeared face popping into view over the countertop does make him smile.

“Y’okay?” You ask brightly as you lean forward on crossed arms. The bright yellow apron you’re wearing, at his insistence, is absolutely covered with a combination of cake batter and icing sugar that matches that of the countertops - and very accurately depicts the struggle you’ve had in getting the tin of cake batter into the oven successfully.

Street nods briefly, before loosing his grip on the tool and sending it disappearing back into the bowl of frosting. He swears internally - knowing better than to do it out loud, in front of you - before setting the bowl back down on the countertop, as his desire to throw it out the kitchen window is growing very real.

“Fine, sweetie.” He assures you, softening up his expression a little at the sight of your beaming face and fidgeting hands. “I mean, I will be once i fix this damn thing.”

You nod. Pottering around the counter from where you’d been messing with the awaiting piping tips, you lean up and press a sticky kiss to his cheek with a contented smile.

“You will.” You tell him, with just the same note of reassurance that he’d spoken to you with. It’s an admirable level of faith to have in a man who regularly assembles tactical gear in the blink of an eye but who gets frustrated to the point of tears over a KitchenAid, but it warms his heart.

“Thank you, honey.” He says through a smile, kissing your forehead sweetly as he swipes his hands of his fruitless efforts before nodding down to the oven. “Now help me check on the cake- there’s no way we’re leaving all this work go to waste.”