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Parents' Night - Bill Skarsgård

Summary: Parents' night is the most dreaded night by Bill and Y/n.

"Bill, could you please pick up Harry from school today?" I asked cleaning the dishes from breakfast. "I need to run some errands after work."

Bill leaned over on the kitchen island, watching me. "Yeah," he agreed, pushing his hair back. "Harry, time for school!" he called for our 5-year-old who had run to the tv after breakfast. "Coming!" Harry yelled back. "Anything else?" Bill asked, pushing himself off the counter, and walking over to me.

I felt his veiny arms wrapping around my waist and his lips landed on my neck. I dried off my hands on the towel next to me and turned around, wrapping my arms around his neck. I smiled at him and started pulling the hair at the nape of his neck. "Yeah, it's parents' night and I thought maybe you could go?" I asked while leaning in to kiss him.

He pulled away and placed his hands on his hips, "No," he said, sternly. "No way, not happening."

"C'mon, Bill, I went last time," I asked, dropping my hands to his chest, rubbing up and down.

He grabbed my wrists and chuckled lightly, "No, never. I can't stand an hour listening to parents complaining about their kids not being allowed to bring trail mix with peanuts to school. I seriously would rather walk through hell and back," Bill refused, walking away with his hands in the air.

Harry ran into the kitchen, his fluffy hair bouncing as he neared me. Bill ruffled his hair as they passed each other. "Ready for school?" I asked, crouching down to help him zip up his jacket.

"Yes! I just need my lunch," he said. I reached behind me and handed him his lunch box that I had left on the counter.

"It's parents' night tonight so daddy will go with you to that," I pulled him into a hug and looked at Bill who leaned against the doorframe and shook his head in disapproval.

Harry pulled away, "Okay, can't you come as well?" he asked, as I started tying his shoes.

"I really wish I could but the rules are one parent per child because of corona and I went last time so now dad wants to see what you do at school," I said, kissing his cheek and standing up. "Get your bag, I'll see you tonight, baby," I said, fixing his hair before he ran into the hallway.

"I hate you," Bill mouthed once Harry was gone.

I smiled and walked over to him, "No, you don't" I said, kissing his cheek before walking past him. "See you tonight, baby."

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It’s Freezing - Timothée Chalamet

Summary: Timothée comes back home from a cold walk to the store so you have to warm him up.

I heard the front door to Timothée and I’s apartment open and close. I was sat on the living room couch watching TV, “You back already?” I asked.

Timothée had left the apartment to go to the store since he wanted some chips. It was a very cold day in New York and he was literally dressed in t-shirt and basketball shorts. I told him to put a jacket on so he wouldn’t get sick but no, “It’ll just be a quick walk, I’ll be fine,” was his response. I just let it be since well, I’m not his mom. 

Timothée walked in to the room and threw the chips on the coffee table, I looked at him and he was pale and had goosebumps all over his arms. His chin was shaking. “It’s freezing outside,” he stated. “And before you say ‘That’s what I told you’, I know, I fucking know,” he was extremely uncomfortable obviously and I tried not to laugh.

“Okay, well... was it worth it?” I asked.

He sighed and shook his head.

I stood up and walked over to him, wrapping my arms around him. He was really cold so his arms instantly went around my waist. “Lay down on the couch and I’ll get you some warm clothes,” I said pulling away and leading him to the couch. I ruffled his hair before walking to our bathroom where we have a washing machine and dryer. Lucky for him I had just dried some of his sweats. I took them out of the drier and they were still warm. When I walked out to the living room he was eating the chips while watching the TV:

“I changed my mind, it was worth it,” he said, stuffing his face.

I laughed and threw the clothes at him. He smiled and quickly threw the hoodie on and wiggled out of his shorts before sliding on the sweatpants. “Thank you, babe, now please cuddle me, I deserve it,” he reached his arms out. 

I smiled and looked down at him, “I can make you tea or something,” I said.

He shook his head and made grabby hands. 

I nodded and laid down on top of him. One of his hands wrapped around my waist while the other kept on going from the chips bag to his mouth. “You want some?” he asked with his mouth full while holding chips in front of my face.

I opened my mouth in response and he put the chips in my mouth, “Thank you,” I said after chewing. “Are you still as cold?” I asked, lifting my head up to look at him properly.

“I am little warmer but still cold,” he said.

I started rubbing my arms over his chest and arms to make friction. He just kept on eating while watching the TV. He is really spoiled...

I got and idea to get his attention by slowly rocking my hips against his crotch. His lips formed into a smirk while still watching the TV. Then he put away the chips before looking at me, “You’ve got my attention,” he said.

I smiled and stopped moving. “Good, now, would you please appreciate me taking care of you?” I asked.

His eyes squinted while still smirking, “I know a way that I could show my appreciation,” he placed his hands on my hips moving slowly moving them upwards.

“No, you’re still cold,” I said leaning down to peck his lips. 

His really cold hands neared my boobs and he noticed that I wasn’t wearing a bra under my tshirt, making him grin. “You could warm me up,” he wiggled his eyebrows while grabbing one of my boobs with one hand and caressing my side with the other. 

I flinched at the cold contact and grabbed his hand to pull it away, “Babe, I love you but your hands are too fucking close to touch me,” I said running my fingers through his hair.

He moved his hands so they were in front of my face, “Please blow on them so they’ll warm up,” he said.

I laughed and grabbed his hands between my own to blow on them.

He looked up at me with adoration in his eyes, “You do know I appreciate you, right?” he asked.

I nodded while still trying to get his hands warm. “Of course, Timmy,” I said.

“Good.”

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