#viivdle return?

[viivdle]

cardan: i'm not just a bitch, i'm a bitch with a backstory

the backstory: cat milk

[midiosaamor]

❪ ✦ ❫ 𝐂𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: jameson hawthorne x fem!reader.

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: cuddling with jameson is amazing for the both of you. although, it isn’t recommended to cuddle with jameson when you need to go somewhere the next day.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: fluff, cuddling, pet names, fem!reader, jameson hawthorne, CUDDLER JAMESON HAWTHORNE AHHHSJFIFKF

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒: 473 (yes ik its short i had no idea what else to do GHRGRGEGAG)

𝐀/𝐍: i know i know. first jameson x reader fanfic??🤯🤯 YES. anyway im like hungry but im not hungry. also i figured that jameson wouldve been a MAJOR cuddler.

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓. 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄.

𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃: ✓

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: @reminiscentreader @nqds @never-enough-novels @ilyiwdtpyiwmyhmtkys @evaswarner @sc11vb @sophiesonlinediary @f4iry-bell @his-littlefox @viivdle (@starrynightsxo)

you try to get up but fail because of a bush of brown hair lying down on your stomach. jameson groans tiredly, tightening his arms around your stomach.

you frown at the boy. “jameson, get up. ‘m gonna be late for the meeting i told you about,” you say, trying to sit up.

jameson groans out a no, his sleepy voice making your heart flutter. “we’re rich; you don’t need to work. just stay in bed with me,” he murmurs, lifting his head so he’s looking at you.

you could see his eyes are threatening to close, his brown pupils barely showing over his eyelashes as they flutter close again. “jamie,” you protest.

he hums at the nickname and rolls his head to the side so his cheek lays on your stomach, glancing up at you.

“come on, just a bit longer. then you can get up, and go to your meeting.” he slides up so he’s on top of you and you almost think he’s going to flop on you before he rolls to his side, bringing you with you.

you squeal in surprise, your hand and head lying on the boy's chest. his arm lets your head rest in between it and his chest, his hand making it to your waist.

he draws lazy lines up and down your hips to your ribs, making you close your eyes. “fine,” you mumble. you could practically feel the boy smiling. “but if i’m late to the meeting, i’m blaming you.”

“i could live with that,” he says simply.

you glare up at him, which he returns with a shit-eating grin. “just go back to sleep, smart-ass,” you grumble, nuzzling into his chest.

he smiles happily and rests his head back on the pillows as your fingers lazily trace the scars on his chest and stomach from the adventures he’d told you about before.

you always wondered how much they hurt, but jameson always brushed it off with a shrug and an “i handled it,” which made you think that they hurt more than he’d admit.

soon enough, your eyes started to flutter close, sleep grabbing ahold of you with one last sigh in your lungs.

let’s just say that you missed your meeting together, and jameson isn’t allowed to cuddle you for a week.

“i hate you,” you mutter as he brings your head to his chest. he hums, smiling in your hair. who were you to deny when he was practically begging for you two to cuddle again?

plus, if you were being honest with yourself, you missed his cuddling too.

“i love you too, darling.”