Story time (Ryan Reynolds x reader [Fluff?])
You woke up in the middle of the night sweating and afraid. Your nightmares had gotten the best of you again. In almost an instant Ryan has rolled over and looked at you.
“Same one?” He asked knowing that it was. The nightmare you kept having was the one were you were trapped in a seemingly endless hallway and couldn’t escape. Someone running behind you, chasing you.
“Yeah.” You nodded you head. He sat up and pulled arm around you and pulled you back into bed comfortably.
“ Once upon a time there was an old mother pig who had three little pigs and not enough food to feed them. So when they were old enough, she sent them out into the world to seek their fortunes...” he began to tell you a story of familiarity. One he knew easily calmed you down.
“Ryan, maybe one nig- -“ you began but he spoke over you.
“What was the first pig?” He asked you, knowing that if he continued to ask you questions of the story you’d fall asleep.
“ The first little pig was very lazy. He didn't want to work at all and he built his house out of straw” You say laying your head on his chest listening to his heart beat.
“Y/N, what was the second pig?” Ryan asks.
“ The second little pig worked a little bit harder but he was somewhat lazy too and he built his house out of sticks” You say getting sleepier.
“ Then, they sang and danced and played together the rest of the day. What was the third pig?” He carried on the story. Kissing the top of your head, breathing in the scent of your hair.
“ The third little pig worked hard all day and built his house with bricks. It was a sturdy house complete with a fine fireplace and chimney. It looked like it could withstand the strongest winds.” You say yawning.
“ The next day, a wolf happened to pass by the lane where the three little pigs lived; and he saw the straw house, and he smelled the pig inside. He thought the pig would make a mighty fine meal and his mouth began to water” Ryan recites out of memory. Once he heard your soft snoring, he immediately fell silent, knowing he’s have to tell it again. “I love you, Y/N.” He whispers.
“Mhm” you hummed. “Love you too, Ry” you fell back to sleep.
