polaroid // Jonah
“could you do a jonah x reader where August keeps taking pictures of them cuddling and they finally find out when he posts them to insta or something. I saw this somewhere and now feel the need to request it. They only find out because fans share August post and they have to act like it annoys them when telling August to stop even tho they find the pictures cute please and thank you” - anon
a/n: hi yes this makes no sense whatsoever but i thought it was cute so here it is! i hope you don’t hate it lolie
ps ~ jACh k bYe
“Yes dear?” He pokes his head into the kitchen.
“Did you, youngling, eat the cookies I was saving for Zach?”
He gasps dramatically, “Me??? What??? I’d never! Why would you accuse me of su-”
“Babe, there are crumbs on your sweater.”
He glances down on his black hoodie and raises his eyebrows, “Seems that you are stating the truth, Madam (y/n).”
I roll my eyes, “Jonah, I told you not to eat them! Zach is the one who’s sick and wanted cookies!”
“But I’m your boyfriend!” He whines.
“But Zach’s my best friend, baby,” I retort, bringing the cookie dough out of the fridge once again to make another batch, “I love him, too.”
Jonah frowns and walks behind me, snaking his arms around my waist, immobilizing me, “Are you making more cookies?”
“No crap, Sherlock,” I shake my head, trying to wiggle out of his grasp.
He suddenly tightens his grip on me and lifts me up. I scream and flail my arms, “JONAH PUT ME DOWN,”
He carries me all the way to the living room and throws me onto the couch. I laugh as he pins me down with his forearms jokingly, “You aren’t going anywhere, missy.”
“JONAH MARAIS ROTH FRANTZICH! Let me go!” I yell, giggling the entire time. He lets go a bit and I sit up cross-legged. He plops down next to me and wraps his legs around my waist, keeping me from moving once again. He pulls my back to his chest as I settle in the little gap between his legs from the way he sits. He leans back and I do as well.
Jonah brings his finger up to my shoulder and fiddles with my loose braid. I close my eyes and smile at his delicate action. All I hear is his humming and deep but steady breathing. He has a certain breathing pattern when he’s focused or his eyes are closed in concentration on nothing. I’ve been around him enough that I can track it anytime, anywhere. And I know his eyes are closed too.
Out of nowhere, I hear a small click. My eyes flutter open and I see a figure walk away into the kitchen. I get up and turn to Jonah. He’s fast asleep. How long had we been in that position?
I walk barefoot into the kitchen, alert for any of the boys who might be in there. At first I see a pink wisp of hair but when I look again, curls replace it.
The freckled boy turns around and waves, “Hey.”
“What are you doing?”
“Zach was whining about his cookies so I came to make them because he said you were going to do it,” He shrugs.
“Oh! I think I fell asleep.”
“Well if you could make the cookies and I’ll entertain his 7-year-old butt so he won’t whine, that’d be great.”
I nod, “Sure,”
Jack smiles, “Thanks, lambie,”
I carefully grab the tray of pastries and place them on the counter to cool. As I grab a plate to transfer the cookies onto, I hear a loud groan from the living room. Jonah’s yawning.
I smile and carry on with what I’m doing.
After a few minutes of letting them sit, I start picking them off the tray and getting them ready to send off to Zach.
Suddenly, loud and quick footsteps are heard, “(Y/N), (Y/N),”
He trips over his feet all the way to me and shoves his phone in my face, “LOOK!”
It takes a second for my eyes to focus up but when they do, I see something I wasn’t really expecting.
“Is that… us?” I ask.
He nods, confused, “A few Limelights tagged you and I in it and it blew up! Who even took these?”
“Well, look for the source!” I say. The snapshot of the polaroid that contained Jonah and I cuddling on the couch, Jonah’s finger intertwined with my hair never leaving my mind.
I see him desperately scroll through the comments, “I don’t see any- WAIT!”
“What?” I run to the other side of the island to look at the screen with him.
We both see the @ simultaneously, “AUGUST!!!”
He walks calmly into the kitchen, “What’s up, gu-”
“Did you take these?” Jonah shows him the phone. August’s silvery-blue eyes widen, “Umm… yesss”
“Why didn’t you tell us?” We ask at the same time.
He shrugs, “I don’t know, I just thought it was cute, how you two are so lovey-dovey.”
I chuckle, “Well you got that right.”
“Oh well now that you know, would it be okay with you guys if I did a photoshoot of y’all being all cuddly and stuff? It’s good practice.”
“Sure,” I smile and turn to Jonah, who is nodding.
“Well, we can start with Jonah singing to you, (y/n), or something, do whatever you’d like,” August smiles, “I’ll be right back with my camera,”
“Okay,” Jonah says, looking at me with his stunning blue eyes, “I guess we’re goals,”
“I think so, too,” I lean in for a kiss.
“HEY, CUDDLE-BUGS! ZACHARY HAS BEEN WAITING FOR HIS COOKIES FOR A WHILE NOW!” Jack screams from Zach’s room. I laugh, realizing that I haven’t finished doing my original duty.
I walk over to grab a napkin to hold the warm plate and turn back to Cookie-Monster-Jonah with his face full of crumbs.
“I didn’t eat anything!” He says, spewing out pieces of cookie in the process.