“Sweetheart why do you have yogurt on your face? Matt asks as he walks in the apartment, finally home from work. He smelt the pungent smell of Greek yogurt on you from down the hall.

“You know why I have yogurt on my face Matthew, it helps with the rosacea and hormonal acne” you retort as you sit on the couch trying not to scratch at where the yogurt is drying on your face and neck.

“Well can I help you clean up in the shower after your yogurt is done processing?” He asks loosening his tie waiting for a response. At that very moment the timer rings out and a grin spreads across his face.

“How could I say no to you” you say getting up, him following close behind ready to unwind with you after a long day.

“Honey your hearts beating really fast, you need to take a deep breath, breathe with me sweetheart” Matt said as he slowly inched closer to you. Face pinched with concern as he hears, smells and tastes the anxiety from you.

You followed the deep breathing that he was doing and felt your heart beat slow a bit. When Matt heard your heart start to slow he felt relived, knowing that he had the power to comfort and make you feel better.

“I will always be here for you sweetie, always” he said pulling you into him and rubbing his hand along the expanse of your back. And for the first time all day you felt at peace with Matt by your side.

“Sweetheart you need to put some lotion on your hands, there so dry” Matt said as he rubbed his thumb along the back of your hand.

“I’m fine Matty, the weathers just been a bit dry; I’ll be fine in a couple of days.” You reply resting your head on his shoulder and you smile when you feel him rest his head on yours.

“It feels like it hurts” he says his lips turning downwards as he feels you wince slightly from all the poking and prodding he was doing. He finally had enough getting up from his seat on the couch and going to the bathroom.

It didn’t take very long for him to come back with some shea butter lotion you specially bought for occasions like this when your skin got super dry. “Can I have one of your hands?” He asked as he sat back down.

“I can do it, I don’t want you to be overwhelmed by the scent” you say as you think about trying to take the lotion but Matt’s response was holding his hand out expectantly.

You huff after a beat and give him one of your hands in his expecting one. His lips quirk up and he opens the lotion, squeezing abit on and rubbing it into the dry skin.

“That must feel at least alittle better sweetheart” he says as he finishes your one hand and grabs the other before going through the same routine of squeezing some lotion on and massaging the dry skin.

Once he was finished he felt both of your hands and smiled. As stubborn as you were you couldn’t help but admit he was right, you did feel better. “Thank you Matty” you said.

“Anytime sweetheart” he said as he pressed a kiss to the back of one of your hands.

Matt Murdock would not be happy if he found out that you, his babygirl; stayed up most of the night to study some new files. He would most certainly be pissed if he found out that you, his sunshine; made yourself a latte around 11:30 at night to get through all the work you’ve been meaning to do.

And he would absolutely be disappointed if he found out that you stayed up the rest of the night because it was “only a few more hours till sunrise”. He doesn’t care that you got invested in your book or that there was a marathon of your favorite show you need to sleep to function.

He would absolutely snatch your ass up from whatever you’re doing and make you take a nap. He doesn’t care about whatever you’re doing, he could feel the tiredness in your body.

“You know what you did was not healthy sweetheart” he would murmur as you tried to talk your way out of the nap, but he was having none of it. He knows how to get you to sleep and it doesn’t take very long for you close your eyes and drift off.

He’s definitely keeping a close eye on you and your sleep schedule for alittle while.

Mike Schmidt is the kind of guy to take up getting better at cooking just to make dinner easier for you and his sister.

Cooking helps him refocus his stress and anxiety into something productive. He’s gets excited when you want in on trying out new recipes and loves making memories with you through cooking.

Reed Richard’s would totally be the type of guy to demand that you sit with him after a long day at work and have him listen to all the things that were great and all the things that went wrong.

He’d rub your sore feet and tell you “you’re right honey your coworker Shannon does have an attitude problem” when you talked about what happened in the break room. Relishing in the way you giggle at his comments, heart warming at the smile that grows on your lips.

He wouldn’t have it any other way, sipping on a night cap as he plays with your hair while you lay in his lap.

Reed Richard’s is the kind of man to encourage you to try new things and indulge in your hobbies.

You like to paint? He’s offering to model nude for you. You want to try yoga? He’s right there to help you stretch. You’re trying to get back into writing short stories? He’s expecting to be the first to read any new material!

He wants you to feel mentally nourished because that leads to better mental health. He wants you to mentally be at your best, he knows you are and he’s proud of you.

Cassian likes cooking all different types of things. It keeps his mind sharp and the dark feelings away. It also makes him happy that he gets to nourish you and make sure you eat well. Always insisting that you try something new or that you should definitely have another bowl. It definitely stirs something in him, gives him purpose when he feels lost and alone.

You give him purpose.

Cassian Andor is the type of guy to hold you close and insist that he will hold you until you fall asleep if you have sleeping problems. He never breaks a promise he muses as he cradles you against his chest and presses a kiss to your forehead. Rubbing shapes into your back and crooning into your ear, humming when you breathing starts to slow and you start to melt into him.

Guys…Imagine Father Paul calling his secret lover his little acolyte.

Like you’re both relaxing on the couch and your head is resting in his lap and he’s got a book in one hand and the other on your back, rubbing slow soothing circles. And you let out the biggest yawn and you nose the denim of his jeans, getting so cozy and about to fall asleep.

Paul’s not even reading his book he’s smiling down at you, amazed at the sight before him. He puts the book down and looks at the time from the microwave, deeming it late enough to drag you off to bed.

“My little acolyte’s getting sleepy, I think it’s time for bed. What do you think?” He murmurs, watching in bated breath as you melt at the comment. He smiles knowingly, he’s got his answer from your silence.

He maneuvers you so he he’s able to carry you off to bed, hushing any noises of protest that you make on the way there. You’re already in your pjs and your teeth are already brushed so all Paul has to do is slide you under the covers and tuck you in on your side.

He then turns the lamp off by the couch and head to bed himself. Getting into bed he pulls you into his side and presses a kiss to your forehead before closing his eyes and falling asleep.

I’ll be here

A/N: this was inspired by the current event of me having covid. Also this is just very slice of life.

Newt scamander x reader

Warnings: none just fluff

“Some tea might help open you up alittle more” newt cooed while rubbing circles into the back of your hand. You nod, every breath having a squeak to the end of it.

Hey guys I have covid and am going nuts in quarantine. If anyone has any suggestions or requests they would like me to write that would be great because it would definitely take my mind off the extreme loneliness. Hope everyone is warm this cold winter

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