Headcannon request w/ J (Reader is so sleepy that she didn't notice she called him a teddy bear 💕🥺) Have a great day! ❤
OMFG NONNIE 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 this is so cute!!!! <3333 skskskk if you catch J in the right mood he is a teddy bear, don’t be fooled 😂 thank you omg I hope you have a wonderful day too! <3
I wrote this in like 15 minutes; unedited.
J had left this morning, long before you had even woken up. You vaguely remembered him cupping your face in his hands and pressing a noisy, messy kiss to the very centre of your forehead, obviously thinking that you were asleep and not wanting to wake you but not wanting to leave without saying goodbye, and then he had left.
Unable to fully relax without at least hearing from him to know that he was okay, you had decided to stay up until he got back.
Or, that had been the idea, anyway.
It was now close to midnight and you had been up for... a while.
You were repetitively checking the clock and mentally working out how long it had been since J had left the house, and as the hours crept closer to the twenty four mark did you feel nerves begin to brew low in your gut.
J could hold his own, you knew he could hold his own, but all it would take was one stray bullet, one second of inadequate concentration and -
You shook yourself out of your thoughts, a sickly lump in your throat and the stinging of tears in your eyes.
Shut up, Y/N - he’ll be home soon. J’s okay, he’s probably out there right now planting explosives or something. He’s been fine every time before, why would this be any different?
Your thoughts played on a loop, stuck were you on J and his whereabouts.
You could phone him with the burner he had given you, you knew you could, but that was for emergencies only and you worrying about him... wasn’t an emergency.
You had now been awake for twenty six hours and you were... rapidly losing your battle to stay awake.
Sheer willpower, caffeine and, yes, some spite kept you awake as you sought to keep yourself distracted and busy. Oh, but you missed your clown and you couldn’t sleep without him.
You laid down on the sofa, intent on resting your eyes, but then the front door opened and closed and there was the heavy muted thudding of steel toecaps on carpet.
“Honey, I’m ho-me,” J cackled at his ‘joke’ and came further into the apartment, his head tilted so far to the side that his ear was almost touching his chin, his hands down by his sides, his shoulders hunched forwards.
He was an altogether imposing, almost frightening figure, but not to you. No, to you, he was... J was home.
And he was home - physically.
No, you wouldn’t be home until - “J!” - the sight of your clown through weary eyes sent a shock of energy through you and you launched yourself upwards, feeling lightheaded not only from your physical exhaustion but also from how fast you had moved.
J chuckled and wrapped an arm around your waist to steady you. Your eyes were obviously sore, red rimmed with tiredness, dark bags under your eyes. Your skin was a bit paler, too.
“Ya didn’t have to wait up for me, doll.”
J’s voice rumbled in his chest and echoed inside your ear as you burrowed yourself into his hot embrace, like a heater was he.
He smelled of gasoline, greasepaint, gunpowder and a little bit like sweat; his hair slightly greasy and his paint flaking off in some places but thickly applied in others, the red a stark contrast to the white of his face.
“I know,” You squeezed your arms around J, pushing your face into the green of his waistcoat, “But I can’t sleep without my teddy bear.”
J stiffened in your hold but you didn’t try to take back your sentence. You didn’t pull away, you didn’t stutter out an apology, you didn’t even react to what you had just said.
People spoke the truth when they were tired, it lowered their inhibitions and loosened their tongue, and though he bristled at being called a teddy bear, J knew what you had meant - he was your safety, your security, your comfort.
Heat bloomed in J’s chest and he felt his full lips quirk upwards in a real, genuine smile. His arms tightened around you and kisses rained down atop your head, his hands smoothing over your back, your arms...
“I got’cha, Y/N. Come on - let me - let me get settled, hm? Then, ah - then your teddy bear can come to bed with you.”
J’s laugh rang throughout the apartment as he got himself cleaned up and suitable to join you in bed. He wouldn’t admit it to anyone, not even you, but he hurried through his nightly routine because you were really and truly exhausted and if he was really being honest, then so was he.
It seemed like only minutes but also hours before J was sliding into bed beside you, his arms roughly pulling you into his embrace. The last thing you were aware of was a clumsy, sleepy kiss being pressed to the very centre of your forehead in an echo of what was technically yesterday morning’s goodbye before you finally, finally, succumbed to your exhaustion.
How lucky were you, to have a teddy bear which could and would hold you just as tightly as you held him?
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