#Ignore me it's late I'm drinking hot chocolate

[luveline]

hi, i’m not sure if your requests are open, forgive me if not, but i’ve been thinking about bombshell!reader and spence lately. not sure if you’ve written this already or something similar, but how about them sharing a room on a case? similar to alaska.

fem, 1k

Spencer predicted the outcome of the roommate situation fairly quickly. Ignoring whatever data he might have in his head about the team, Spencer was always going to end up sharing with you tonight, because the universe hates him, and because you quite like him. 

It's nice to be someone first choice, if nothing else. “Me and Spencer will share, obviously,” you say, holding out your hand for a keycard. 

Hotch passes it over without complaint. He doesn't have to say keep it professional, you will (ish), and he doesn't have to ask Spencer if he's okay with this arrangement. Despite endless exhausting teasing, everyone knows that you and Spencer are actually friends. Or, he thinks you are. 

You certainly feel quite friendly as you hike your bag higher up your arm and sew the other arm through his. “Let's go. I'm so tired I might fall asleep on the way there.” 

You don't look tired. Spencer struggles to understand how every emotion you wear suits you. How every time he looks at you, you're prettier. He read a book recently on human attraction, and less factual but perhaps his most strongly believed takeaway from the book was that a person grows more attracted to the person they're attracted to, like a loop, or an ouroboros snake eating its own tail, forced over and over to make the same stupid mistake. What is he doing? Does he really think this is a good idea? Is he in love with you? How couldn't he be? You walk arm in arm to a room you're going to share and you don't care that he smells sickly of arnica and deodorant mixed together. You ignore the dark circles under his eyes, dark circles you never seem to have, always so perfect, always so you. 

“This one?” you ask, coming to a stop. “Room… 108?” He takes your bag and you smile gratefully, inserting the key, and legging open the door. “Tada. Home sweet home, Dr. Reid.” 

The hotel room is small and stale. Clean, sure, but questionably, with yellowing furnishings and sparse furniture. There's a double bed, two nightstands, a cubby bathroom close to the door, and a single chair near a small free standing countertop opposite of the bed, hosting a microwave and cups with hot chocolate sachets. 

“Wow,” you say, beaming, immediately breaking for the bed. 

“Wait, wait! We have to check for bed bugs.” 

You hold your hands up in surrender. 

Spencer peels the sheets back and uses the little torch on his keychain to investigate the mattress while you sit on the floor, one leg crossed beneath you and the other stretched in front of you as you sort through your clothes. You hum as you fold a shirt cleanly and make a pleased sound that may prove to give him indigestion as you unearth your pyjamas. 

“Spencer, can I shower first? Do you mind?” 

“I don't mind.” He turns off the torch, satisfied. “Thank you. For letting me check without being annoyed.”He says the second bit quieter than he means to. 

“Why would I be annoyed?” you ask, standing up in a whirlwind of pistachio perfume. Low notes of something sweet and caramelised haunt him as you drop your hand on his shoulder. “I'm gonna shower really fast, I swear. Should we get dinner? I bet we could order something to the front desk.” 

“I'll see if they have any menus.” 

Sitting in bed with you, later, showered and fed and drinking microwaved hot chocolate from paper cups together, Spencer has a strange flash of pleasure. Talking to you, seeing you with your hair in its protective style for the night, your skin shining with lotions and serums, and to have the revelation that you really do have dark circles under your makeup, it all feels private and special. Because you're still undeniably beautiful, and you act like he's worth sharing that with. 

He feels overwhelmed, in all honesty. 

You can sense it. You do your best to calm him down. 

“Finish your drink, babe,” you say, knocking him on the thigh with your knuckles. “It was a really long day.” 

“I'm fine.” 

“Yes, you are.” You giggle at yourself. “Sorry, I'm being serious tonight, I decided.” 

“Why?” he asks, puzzled. 

“I don't want to make you uncomfortable.” 

“You don't.” 

You put your hot chocolate on the nightstand and sink back into the pillows, looking every bit a movie star as usual despite your fresh face. It's your expression, the confidence behind them, that makes you so beautiful. 

“What are you thinking?” you ask. 

He looks down into his hot chocolate, swirling the drink around and around. “You're beautiful.” 

It catches you off guard. You're quiet for too long, panic festering in his chest. 

“You are too.” You put your hand on his thigh. When he brings his haze to your face, you've closed your eyes, a small smirk playing on your lips. “Wanna brush my teeth for me?” 

“No.” You both laugh. “Sorry if that was out of the blue, before.”

“I say worse to you,” you say. “Lay down with me. We can snuggle.” 

Spencer lays down. You don't snuggle, but your hand stays pressed to the side of his thigh, and the smell of your perfume lingers despite your shower. It must've been caught in your hair. 

“It's weird,” you say, facing the ceiling, “I'm not tired anymore.” 

“It's called learned arousal.” 

Your laugh is a shock. “Oh, is it now?” 

“Not like that. Are you thinking about work? If you think about certain things while you're in bed, it starts to make it so you think about those things on instinct. You've conditioned yourself.” 

“I don't think so,” you say. “Well, maybe. Mostly I just think about you, Spence. And not like that.” You laugh again, so much laughter Spencer could conjure the sound from memory alone. “Sorry, I shouldn't have said that. I promise I'm not trying to harass you.” 

He stares at the side of your face. “I know what you mean. I think about you too.” 

“Well, good to know I'm not in this torture alone,” you say softly. 

It is the worst night's sleep of Spencer's life, but he thinks he might want to do it again. 

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid oneshot #spencer reid scenario #spencer reid drabble #spencer reid fic #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds #criminal minds fic #criminal minds x reader

[bingwriterxo]

the shakespeare exhibit - part 9

pairing: tara carpenter x reader

summary: in which it's time to celebrate the holidays

warnings: implied smut

word count: 2900+

author's note: long awaited but finally here

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"Seriously?" Tara asked as she stepped into the living room, a mug of hot chocolate in each hand. Her eyes were trained on the television, which was displaying the Elf title screen in all its fluorescent-glory. "We watch this every Christmas Eve!"

"Exactly!" Chad said, twisting around to grab one of the mugs from her hand. His face was alight with joy, his eyes wide and sparkling. "It's a tradition now!"

Tara glanced at Mindy, who shrugged. "Don't look at me. I wanted to watch Krampus," the girl said.

Chad huffed. "And I told you I'm done with horror movies. We already lived through one." He took a sip from his drink, and his eyebrows raised the moment the hot chocolate touched his tongue. "Tara! This is actually pretty good."

Tara frowned. "'Actually'?"

The boy glanced away sheepishly. "Well, you know, you have the tendency to--"

"Burn things," Sam deadpanned from behind as she exited the kitchen, mugs in her own hands. She handed one to Mindy, who immediately started gulping it down, and then turned to Tara. "The last three times you tried to make anything, our fire alarm went off."

Well maybe we shouldn't have such a sensitive alarm, Tara thought, furrowing her eyebrows. "Whatever," she scoffed, rounding the couch to sit between the twins. She pulled the blanket off Chad and covered herself, ignoring his whines. "Let's just watch Elf."

Mindy reached for the remote, and just as she was about to hit play, there was a knock on the front door. Every tensed slightly--an involuntary reaction none of them seemed to be able to shake--and Sam stood, edging toward the door slowly. She looked out through the peephole, and Tara watched as she sighed with relief, her shoulders relaxing. She undid the locks, opened the door, and Danny popped his head into the living room.

"Am I late?" the man asked as he shuffled inside.

"Perfect timing, man," Chad answered, holding his hand out. Danny dapped him up quickly before settling on the armchair, leaving room for Sam to squeeze beside him. "Okay," Chad started, lifting his legs to put his feet on the coffee table, "Elf time."

Almost as soon as Mindy pressed the play button, there was a thud against the front door. Again, everyone sat up a little straighter. Tara swallowed, her eyes trained on the doorknob as it twisted slightly.

This is it, she thought. Ghostface is going to attack us on Christmas Eve, because why the fuck not?

There was another thud, softer this time, and Danny glanced around the room, resolving to open the door. Everyone's attention was on him as he crept up, looked through the peephole, and then chuckled.

"You've got a present outside, Tara," he said, undoing the locks that Sam had redone and opening the door.

A present? she wondered. It's too late for UPS to be here.

There, in the hallway, beneath the flickering yellow light, stood you, your arms weighed down by bags and a small red spot forming on your forehead. You grinned at the group sitting inside.

"Hi!" you greeted, lifting your hands to show off what you had brought. "I have presents!"

Tara scrambled to stand, hastily placing her hot chocolate on the coffee table, and launched herself into you. You stumbled back a few steps before setting the bags on the floor and wrapping your arms around her waist.

"Hey, pretty girl," you muttered into her hair.

She pulled back, staring up at you with a gleaming smile. "What're you doing here? I thought you were stuck in Zoom calls with overseas family members." She had invited you to the Christmas Eve excursions, but you had declined for the aforementioned reason.

You giggled. "I was, but we ended a bit earlier than normal, so I thought I'd come over." You glanced over the top of your head at the others in the living room. "I hope I'm not intruding."

"The more the merrier, buddy!" Chad exclaimed, holding his hand out as Tara twisted around to stand beside you. You simply stared at him for a moment before taking his hand in your own and shaking it.

Tara couldn't help the laugh that escaped her. Stupid, she thought. Chad seemed to be thinking the same thing as he tilted his head yet accepted the handshake.

As you pulled away from Chad, Tara glanced up at you. "Why did you knock so menacingly?" she asked, and then she looked up a little higher at the red mark on your forehead. "Did you use your head?"

You smiled shyly and nodded. "My hands were too full," you admitted. You perked up, whipping around and grabbing the bags you had left by the door. "That reminds me: I have gifts for you guys."

Tara watched you, sighing dreamily. She's so perfect. She'd be such a good mom. She shook her head. No baby thoughts, Tara. Now's not the time.

"This one's for you, Mindy," you said as you handed the girl one of the paper bags. "This is for you, Chad." He greedily accepted the package you held out to him. "Sam, for you." The bag was small and thin, and Tara didn't have to watch to know that it was another bottle of wine. "Uh, Danny, I didn't know you'd be here."

The man shook his head and waved you off. "Don't worry about it."

"Oh!" You reached for your wallet and drew out a few hundred-dollar bills. Tara's eyes widened. Who the hell carries that much cash on them? she thought, before shrugging and thinking, I guess when your parents have as much money as hers do, it doesn't even matter. You held them out to him. "Here! Merry Christmas!"

He simply stared at you, unblinking, for so long that it started to unnerve Tara. Hesitantly, like you would lean down and bite him if he moved too fast, he reached out and took the money from your hands.

"...Thanks," he said. Sam rolled her eyes and leaned toward him, whispering something in his ear. Tara heard the tail-end of the statement: "....family's rich." Danny nodded his head and smiled. "Yeah, thanks. Merry Christmas, kid."

You grinned happily and then turned back to the twins, waiting for them to open their presents. Mindy glanced at Chad, who shrugged and started ripping into the package you had handed him. He pulled out a pristine, red football jersey that had 'Bosa' on the back. Beneath the numbers was a large scribble.

"Holy shit," Chad said, his eyes practically bulging out of his head as he stared at the jersey. "You got this signed by Bosa?! The Bosa?!"

You nodded, giggling. "Yup. Or, well, my dad got him to sign it, but same thing."

Chad leaned back and sighed happily. "Man, you are such a great addition to his family."

Your smile widened at his words, and Tara thought you might start bouncing up and down as she looked at you, a soft smile on her own face. God, I agree with Chad for once, she thought. It's a fucking Christmas miracle.

"Okay," Mindy began, hesitantly opening her own bag. "I don't think you can top that, but let's see what's in here." With careful hands, she pulled out a framed poster, and her jaw dropped so wide that Tara briefly thought it had broken. "No fucking way! Absolutely no fucking way!" She spun it around so that everyone else could see, and even Tara was shocked to see a Stab poster signed by all of the original cast members.

"It was a little difficult tracking everyone down, but we got there eventually," you said, beaming. "I hope you like it."

"Like it? Y/N, this is the best gift I've ever gotten in my entire life!" Mindy practically shouted. Her face fell quickly. "No one tell Anika that. I promised her that the necklace she bought was the best thing ever."

A chorus of laughter erupted throughout the room, and while everyone was distracted, you turned to Tara. "I have something for you," you said, tilting your head in the direction of her bedroom. "Can we...?"

She caught on quickly, nodding fervently, and grabbed your hand, shouting out a, "Watch the movie without me!" to which Sam responded, "Door open, Tara!" Yeah, right, she thought.

Tara pulled you inside and, much to the muttering complaints of her sister, shut the door behind you. She led you to her bed, where you sat on the edge of it and pulled something from your pocket.

"It's just something small," you started, glancing away shyly, "because your real gift is coming tomorrow, but I just...I wanted to give it to you today." She smiled at your nerves, thinking, She's just too cute. Too fucking cute.

She sat beside you. "Okay," she said. "But, just so you know, I only got you one gift."

You giggled and held the gift out. It was a small envelope, tiny enough to have fit in the pocket of your sweatpants, with your scrawl on the front. Tara furrowed her eyebrows as she looked at it and then took it from your hand. With slow and steady fingers, she opened the envelope, shivers running up her back as she realized what it was.

"It's your museum ticket," you said, watching her carefully, "from the day we met. Or, well, it's a copy of your ticket, since, you know, you have--or, had--the original." You shrugged and bit your lip. "I thought it would be a cute memento, but if it's dumb, you can just--"

She leaned in and shut you up with a soft kiss, trying to put all of the love she felt for you into it. When she pulled away, you were a blushing mess, and your words had died on your tongue.

"How did you get this?" she asked, looking back at the ticket.

You scratched at the back of your neck. "After I realized this was something"--you gestured between the two of you--"I scoured through the computer one day after work looking for your last name. There aren't very many Carpenters, so it wasn't too difficult."

That does it. Official. She's the very best thing that's ever happened to me.

"I love you, you know that?" Tara murmured softly.

You grinned. "Yeah, I do." You kissed her. "And I love you, too."

She grinned at you. "Since my door's shut, let me give you part of your Christmas gift," she said, and you blushed at the implication. She kissed you again and pushed you onto your back, easily hovering over you. "Merry Christmas, baby."

* * *

The sun shining in Tara's eyes woke her up. She turned over groggily, pressing her head into your neck, and you grumbled a little, shifting as you were woken up by her movements. Before even saying a word, you leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"Morning, pretty," you said, your voice low and scratchy and filled with sleep. Tara melted at the sound, just like she did every time the two of you had a sleepover.

"Merry Christmas, baby," she offered, and your eyes shot open.

"Holy fuck." You sat up quickly, leaving Tara scrambling and confused as you reached for your phone. "Fuck, Tara!" You slipped out of her bed and immediately started getting dressed, stumbling around her room.

She sat up, the sheet pooling around her waist. "What?"

"We're gonna be late!" You pulled your shirt over your head. "Shit, the boys are gonna be so mad that they have to wait to open their presents."

Tara fell onto her back, groaning. This is gonna be a long day, she thought.

* * *

You bursted through the front door of your house, gifts nearly falling from your arms, and were immediately greeted by your brothers.

"Merry Christmas!" you shouted, and the boys swerved around you and headed straight for Tara.

"Tara! Tara!" Eddie cheered. "What'd you get me?"

"Please tell me you didn't get him any cologne. He's been spraying that stuff like mad recently," Nate said, elbowing his brother.

How did I forget how...energetic...they are? Tara wondered. "I'm not telling you," she said to Eddie, and then turned to Nate and said, "But no, it's not cologne."

Eddie frowned. "Darn."

"Oh, thank goodness!" Nate cheered. "Come. Mom and Dad are waiting by the tree. We've been up for hours waiting for you two."

"Hours and hours and hours," Eddie added, grabbing Tara's wrist and tugging her toward the family room.

Hours and hours and hours, she mocked in her head, and then she felt a little bad for mocking a child.

"Why've you guys been up for so long?" you asked as you followed close behind, the gifts blocking your sight slightly. Tara had offered to take some from you, but you had refused.

"Lia woke up early," Nate started.

"So we all woke up early," Eddie finished.

"Plus, grandpa was making pancakes," Nate said.

"And you know how his pancakes are," Eddie added.

When the four of you finally reached the living room, your parents stood.

"The prodigal daughter returns!" your father exclaimed, just as he had when he saw you at Lia's birthday party.

You set the presents down and rushed forward, pulling both of them into a hug. "Hi, guys!" You pulled back and they stepped up, taking Tara into their arms one by one. Even your grandmother offered Tara a hug. "So, presents?"

"Yes!" Nate shouted.

"Finally!" Eddie cheered.

Needless to say, the process of opening presents was chaotic—so much so that, just for a split second, Tara regretted saying yes to coming. You and the adults were calm, carefully unwrapping your presents and ooh-ing and ahh-ing at each one. The boys, on the other hand, left a trail of little pieces of wrapping paper and gift bags and bows, and Lia ended up spitting up everywhere at one point.

This is it, Tara thought at one point as she watched your family. This is every Christmas for the rest of my life. And when the boys opened their presents from her--an edition of an Emily Dickinson book for Nate and a game of COD for Eddie--and basically tackled her as their thank-you's, she thought, Maybe it's not so bad. Yeah, she decided as they cheered and yelled and started bursting out into random Christmas songs, this isn't so bad.

Finally, after everything had finally finished, and there were just two more presents left to give, the rest of the family excused themselves to make lunch in the kitchen. It was you and Tara sitting by the tree alone, neither of you having exchanged your own gifts yet.

"Do you want to go first?" you asked, shifting where you sat, your eyes flickering around.

She's nervous, Tara realized quickly. Awe, she's nervous!

To try to quell your worries, she nodded. "Sure." She grabbed her gift for you, which was neatly wrapped with a little bow on top. Unfortunately for her, she had Chad to thank for the wrapping, but she'd never admit it as you complimented her on how crisp the paper was.

With careful hands, you unwrapped your present, revealing a small ring box. You furrowed your eyebrows as you opened it, and Tara gulped as she watched your eyes widen and your jaw drop.

"Oh my god," you muttered. "Oh. My. God." You pulled the ring from its box. "It's a signet ring! It's Shakspeare's signet ring! I've been looking for one of these for forever!" You slipped it onto your pinky, and Tara sighed with relief when it fit. You brought your hand closer to your face, inspecting the ring. "It even has the heart loop!"

"So, you like it?" Tara asked.

You looked up, a huge grin pulling at your lips and your eyes sparkling with pure joy. "I don't even have the words to describe how much I love it, Tar. Thank you."

She smiled. "Merry Christmas."

You glanced back down at the ring. "Where did you find this?" you asked.

Oh, shit. Should I be honest? God, I should. Damn it. "Uh, I drove up here a few days ago and your brothers and I went shopping. Nate saw it in that antique shop downtown."

You chuckled. "You asked my brothers to help you?" Your voice was light, teasing, and Tara blushed up to her ears.

"...Yes."

You cooed, reaching out to run your thumb along her cheek. 'That's adorable, baby."

"Shut up," she mumbled. "Your turn."

"Okay. Right. My turn." You picked up the little box left beneath the tree and handed it to Tara, breathing out shakily as you did. "I hope you like it."

She was a lot less gentle than you were, eager to know what you had gifted her. She tore through the wrapping paper and tilted her head as a tiny cardboard box revealed itself. When she opened it, she found a gold necklace inside, an emerald pendant dangling from its chain.

"This is beautiful," she said, looking up at you. "Like, seriously beautiful. I don't even know what to say." She lifted it from the box carefully, letting the pendant dangle in the air.

"It was my great grandmother's," you rushed out, and Tara's eyes shot toward you. "It's passed down to each first born in the family on my mom's side, and we're meant to give it to...to the person we want to spend forever with."

Forever. Tara grinned. I like the sound of that.

"I know it's still early in our relationship," you continued, glancing away, "but I'm confident in this." You looked at her, a soft smile playing on your lips. "I'm confident in you."

She shot forward, wrapping her arms around your neck and engulfing you in the tightest hug she could manage. "I'm confident in this, too," she admitted. She pulled back, holding the necklace out to you. "Help me put it on?"

With ease you clasped it around her neck, and when she turned back around, she swore your eyes were sparkling.

"It looks perfect," you said breathlessly. "It's perfect."

You're perfect, she thought. This is perfect. Everything's perfect.

"Hey," she said, calling your attention. "I love you."

You smiled. "I love you, too, Tara. Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas, Y/N."

#museum tara #tara carpenter x reader #tara x reader #tara carpenter #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega #jenna x reader #scream 5 #scream 6

[legendofmorons]

How to fall in love twice part 7

Pairing: Malon x Time x reader

Rating: G

Summary: While you and Malon go on an unofficial coffee date, Time finally has some sense knocked into him thanks to Wild, Warriors, and Legend.

Warnings: N/A

Other: If I missed anything, please let me know

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The third day in modern Hyrule begins with the delightful experience of introducing Malon to modern coffee shops. Which is certainly worth it.

However, first, you get a nice shower. With your hair routine, proper soap, any shaving you might choose, and the ability to have hot water. It's glorious, and you are thankful for running water.

Malon takes a shower as well, still confused about modern shower products, but delighted in the effects! She likes that there are so many options. She also adores the hot water since she doesn't have to heat it herself.

Malon has delighted in modern clothes, a sage colored cable knit sweater, and dark jeans are her chosen outfit today.

How the fuck is she so pretty all the time? It should be illegal.

You need to focus on the things going on. Not on how pretty Malon is.

You also need to introduce her to milkshakes. You think she'd like them. But that's for later.

For now, you focus on getting your wallet, keys, and any other items you need for a city outing. You glance at the deity mask sticking our of your bag.

You find both comfort and worry in the presence. The mask has the markings that Time bears. And yet it feels unlike him at all.

You shake your head to dispel the thoughts. There's no use dwelling on those things.

Your time is much better spent on other things. Like kicking ass or spoiling the gorgeous red head you're with.

You lead Malon into the local coffeeshop midmorning. The crowd is not dense, but there's quite a few people there anyway.

Mostly, it's college students who take residence in the establishment.

You both look over the menu, and once you've explained the new drink concepts to her, you both step up to order.

"Welcome to Cuthulu brews. What can I get started for you?" The barista at the counter asks with a smile. Their eyes look dead, though. Classic customer service jobs, sucking the life out of people.

"Can I get a mocha but like - not taste the coffee?" Malon asks.

"Uh- maybe?"

"Why don't you get a shot of espresso in you hot chocolate." You suggest lightly.

"I can do that?"

"Sure, you want hot chocolate with one shot?"

"Yes, please."

"What size?"

Malon looks to you, unsure but excited.

"Large, please." You decide, that'll be more chocolate to hide the coffee taste in.

And really, you think you both deserve nice things after the hell you've been through lately.

You don't know what you'd do without Malon. Ignoring your feelings for her she's still been such a help and pillar of support.

"Awesome, can do. And for you?" The barista turns their attention to you.

You order your drink, along with two breakfast pasteries. You want to make sure you and Malon are both eating well enough.

You pay and leave a tip.

While you and Malon wait for your order, she seems to be buzzing with excitement.

"You're more chipper today, good dreams or something?" You ask with a smile.

The smile she turns on you is dazzling, "Sort of. I'm just glad I'm with you mostly."

"Oh, that's sweet. I'm glad I'm with you too, Mal." You smile and then feel silly using the nickname you've only heard her husband use. "Sorry, uh, the nickname is probably weird."

Malon just shakes her head, "Not really! I like hearing you call me that."

"Oh. Okay." You smile, trying not to read into any of this.

But over the time spent with Malon- your crush has definitely become bigger. And you are a lot closer to in love than you should be.

After collecting your drinks and breakfast, Malon leads you to a window table to sit at. Her mood is the highest it's been in a while.

It's good to see her happy.

"You said you wanted to show me something called - a wifey?"

You nearly choke. "WiFi. Wifey is something different."

Malon laughs, but she looks like she said the wrong thing on purpose. But that's got to be wrong.

(It's not wrong. She's teasing you.)

"You're probably right." She says before taking a sip of her drink.

You just resign yourself to a few bites of breakfast pastry. You need a moment. Just to get your mind up and running again.

"So, if we're in your time, don't you have someone to check in with?" Malon asks as she looks you over.

She does that a lot. Why's she always looking you up and down? She's not checking you out. That's just silly.

(She is checking you out. And she thinks it's rude you keep trying to stop yourself from returning the attention.)

"Not really. I'll be gone again soon so it'd just upset them." You say simply.

Because really the longest you've stayed in any time is a week since you got pulled away from the chain. So why bother upsetting people?

"I guess. But I'd want to hear from you."

You laugh, shaking your head. "You're sweet to me."

Malon makes a face, as if amused and exasperated. She does that a lot when you try to wave off her compliments.

"(Y/n), sweetie, you're a lot better than you give yourself credit for."

"Oh. Uh- thanks."

She just smiles, and sets a hand on your hand. "I mean it. You're going to make whoever you end up with very happy ome day."

She has a weird tone, and you almost think she wishes she was who you end up with. But that's ridiculous and probably not right.

"Thank you."

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Time is having a very bad time. Since he saw you and Malon, he's been torn up inside.

On one hand, you're both alive!

On the other hand, you're still who knows where facing threats he can't protect you from.

What a great time.

"You need to eat." Wild says as he pushes the shepard's pie into the old man's hands.

Time looks at him, blinking. Right. Food. He does need sustenance.

"Thank you." Time manages.

Wild just sighs, shaking his head. "You're disrespecting both of them by thinking they're gone."

"I don't - I don't think they're gone... I just think I'll never see them again."

Wild just levels a stern look at Time. He's not paid enough for this. He isn't paid at all, actually.

He will have to talk to Hylia about labor laws. She needs to hear from his union.

First, he needs a union, actually. He'll have to ask Legend for help there.

"What?" Time manages with a strangled edge.

"You're being entirely too pessimistic. Everyone thinks we'll see them again. Even Legend. So are you going to snap out of it?"

Time blinks again, confused and unsure if he should be offended. He's just being realistic!

Right?

"Don't give me that realistic spiel. Stop making things out worse than they are."

"I'm not!"

"We saw them three days ago. They were alive without any immediately fatal injuries, and they were both standing on their own. So unless they've started throwing the same pity party you are, they're fine."

"I'm not throwing a pity party."

"Call it what you want, but you're being too seal-ious."

"You did not just make that pun."

Wild just grins. There is nothing like puns to make people listen to you.

"Is he done making the worst assumptions?" Warriors asks as he makes his way over.

"I don't know. Time?" Wild turns expectantly to the old man.

Time just sighs. "Yes. We need a plan."

"We have a plan." Warriors says, as if it should be obvious.

"Since when?"

"An hour after we saw them. Some of us have been getting shit done." Legend adds helpfully.

"Legend." Warriors sighs. Though he dosen’t seem too far away from the sentiment.

"You didn't tell me?" Time asks, sounding genuinely upset.

"The only people who can pull you out of your spirals consistently are the reason you're spiraling. We tried." Pegend tolls his eyes.

"You're not the only one who misses then, Time." Warriors sits beside Time gently. "You may know Malon the best, but we all like her."

"And we all love (Y/n). Not the way you do, but they're one of us." Wild says firmly, "Twilight is barely keeping it together. You know he hates losing loved ones to portals."

Oh.

Time realizes he's really been disconnected. Of course, everyone else misses you and Malon.

He didn't even think about how the others might feel.

Shit.

"I'm sorry." Time says as he looks between his three companions. "I haven't- been present latley."

"We'll forgive you, this time." Wild gives a little grin, "Just don't get lost in your gear again."

"Deal."

#lu #linkeduniverse #misty writes #linked universe x reader #lu time x reader #lu malon x lu time #lu malon x reader #time x malon x reader #htfilt #fluff

[alrightieaphroditie]

shining armor | e.m. series masterlist! | next part!

pairing *:·ﾟ eddie munson x female!reader wc *:·ﾟ 4.5 k warnings *:·ﾟdrinking, mentioning’s of parental abuse (very slight), an *:·ﾟi was in like a fever dream when i wrote most of this is so asdfhkl not too sure how much i actually like it.. but anyways,,, this is technically a part two to 'take the edge off' but i tried writing it so that it could also be read just by itself! i also listened to touch tank by quinnie the entire time so if eddie seems a little soft.. that's why. i'm convinced that song could be about him 100%. this is also pretty unedited, so if you see an errors please let me know!

synposis *:·ﾟ after working a double shift, you realize you left your house key locked, well, inside your house. while waiting, a thunderstorm hits, and the only one around to save you is your neighbor, eddie.

"mayfield?" the voice sounded out between the booms of thunder, and you could just barely make it out, but you knew it was coming from the trailer across the road.

part of you wanted to ignore him. wanted to curl up into yourself even more and disappear, shrink into the darkness that was covering your front porch steps. that was definitely better than potentially having eddie munson see you sopping wet and shivering, no doubt with mascara clinging to your cheeks. to put it kindly, you looked pitiful. and that wasn't something you wanted others to see.

a few beats passed, more thunder rumbled on, and honestly you thought your plan had worked. and then you heard him call out again. "mayfield, the fuck are you doing out in this storm?" his voice had a kind of rasp to it, like he had been screaming or singing or both, all night. you heard the door to his van slam shut and risked a peek over your shoulder. through the flashes of lightning and the one flickering streetlamp at the corner, you could see his figure standing near his van, facing your way. he had his hands on his hips, his head cocked slightly to the side as he probably scrutinized you for sitting on your porch this late at night, during a storm no less.  

in your defense, though, it's not like that's what you wanted to be doing. you'd much rather be inside with a cup of hot chocolate, wearing your favorite oversized sweater, with your newest library book in bed. but that couldn't happen because you somehow managed to leave your house key in your bedroom today. that wasn't something that you had realized until after your closing shift at the family video, when you had pulled onto the grass besides the trailer and started digging through your center console in a panic. it just got worse from there. max was having a sleepover with el, and you didn't have enough gas in your car to drive out to hopper's cabin and back to grab her keys. your mom, on the other hand, was either working a night shift and would be back around midnight, or she was at a bar somewhere, taking shelter for the night. either way, you were stuck with no way inside for the time being.

a particularly fat raindrop hit your face, and that was when you decided to acknowledge eddie. i mean, it's not like he likes me or anything. it wouldn't hurt to have him see me like such a mess, you thought, trying to wipe some of the clumpy black mascara away from your eyes. sniffing slightly, you stood up off the top step and made your way down, quickly jogging over to your neighbor. eddie's figure became clearer as you drew closer, and you noticed he was wearing a pair of black jeans ripped at the knees, a black t-shirt boasting the corroded coffin logo, and his black leather jacket. his hair was starting to get plastered to his head from standing in the rain, and as you slowed your pace, you watched as he ran both of his hands through it, shaking it out slightly as he did.

"wow, crazy running into you here, huh?" you tried saying teasingly, giving eddie a soft smile as you closed the distance between the two of you. you were gripping onto your family video vest tightly, feeling nervous for some reason you couldn't really figure out. it had been a couple of weeks since your last interaction with your neighbor, and while you noticed that the two of you had started to acknowledge one another a bit more (a wave here, a smile there) you hadn't really had the time to talk to each other. remembering eddie's kindness and his lazy smiles from that night made your skin crawl, but in a good way. at least, you think.

you watched as eddie's brown eyes squinted at you, maintaining eye contact with you while he shoved his hands in his jean pockets. his gaze made you fidget, and you shifted on your feet while the rain pelted down and were just about to make a run for it back to your porch before eddie gave you a lopsided grin.

"absolutely bizarre, yeah. i mean, it's not like we live across the street from each other or anything," he responded, using his sleeve to wipe some rain out of his eyes. this close, you could see a silver chain hanging around his neck that hadn't been there the last time you talked. at the bottom hung a brown guitar pick that looked lovingly worn, and the thought of eddie keeping the pick he uses around his neck at all times made you grin. this boy was so full of surprises.

"want to tell me why you're hanging around on your porch in the rain right now or inside?" he asked, tilting his head to the door of his trailer while digging around in his back pocket for his keys. you angled your head to the door as well, worried that if you started talking that your teeth would chatter from how cold you were. he motioned for you to go up the steps first, and you almost tripped on the top step because of the rain dripping into your eyes, but eddie's hands came up quickly to hold onto your waist, keeping you upright. the feeling alone caused your cheeks to flush with heat, and you had to clear your throat quietly as you waited for eddie to unlock the door.

"welcome to the munson castle, my lady," he muttered as he ushered you into the trailer. eddie kicked his shoes off at the front door, and you followed in suit, frowning slightly at the feeling of your wet socks against the floor. you decided to take those off too, tucking them inside your shoes before glancing around the home. the layout resembled yours, except on a smaller scale. the kitchen was right in front of you but slightly to the right, and to the left was their living room area. a cot was placed near the couch, the blanket rumpled up at the bottom, and past the kitchen you could see a hallway that presumably led to a bedroom.

you stood still by the door, watching eddie walk around the trailer. it seemed like he couldn't pick between picking up the mess in the kitchen, or the mess in the living room, or the mess in the hallway. eventually he stopped pacing around and looked at you, a sheepish grin on his face. "sorry about the mess. our cleaning lady took the week off." he joked, rubbing the back of his neck. you couldn't help but grin back, brushing some of the wet strands of your hair behind your ear.

"it's alright, munson. it adds character to the place, i think," you mused, playfully looking around your surroundings with awe. you caught sight of pictures of young eddie on the mantle, and the sight made your heart soar. the sound of laughter slipped through his lips, and your grip on your vest tightened ever so slightly. some water dripped onto the floor from your action, and it brought the two of you out of whatever trance you had just been in. eddie snapped his fingers, saying something about a towel before stalking off down the hall. as you listened to him rummaging through the hall closet, you shrugged off your jacket and opened the door, placing that and your vest on the one dry area of his porch. when you stepped back inside, eddie was standing near you with a blue towel and what looked to be some clothes on top.

"it's your lucky night, mayfield. i have one clean towel left, and it has your name on it." he said with a smirk, winking at you from over the pile in his arms. you ignored the flush crawling up your neck and gratefully took the towel and clothes out of his arms. he pointed you in the direction of the bathroom, telling you to ignore the mess in their as well, and then went into his room, shutting the door while shrugging off his leather jacket. you caught a glimpse of his forearm tattoo, the one of the bats, before his door shut all the way, and although you weren't necessarily cold anymore, you shivered slightly.

eager to dry your hair and face from the rain, you hustled into the bathroom, locking the door behind you as you balanced the pile eddie had given you at the edge of the counter. the bathroom was about the same size as the one in your trailer, but the sheer amount of products made the space seem even smaller. the shower curtain was haphazardly pulled hallway shut, the toilet seat was sitting up, and an ungodly amount of hair products littered the counter space. it wasn't dirty messy, like you truthfully thought it would be, just organizationally messy. with the current state of your room, though, you weren't one to judge. not that you would have anyway.

you grabbed the towel first, running the material over your face a few times to clean the rain and mascara. it smelled like laundry detergent with a slight hint of smoke, and the scent made you feel comforted in a way you weren't expecting. you moved on to your hair then, squeezing out your locks before wrapping your hair up in the towel and letting it sit on top of your head. you quickly stripped from your long-sleeved striped shirt and jeans, shaking your hair out of the towel to pat dry your skin. holding up the clothes eddie handed you, you breathed a sigh of relief when you noticed that they were slightly oversized. they would've been big on eddie, but you've always been on the curvier side, and the clothes would fit you almost perfectly.

you tugged on the grey sweatpants and black t-shirt, giving your hair one more passthrough with the towel before stepping out of the bathroom. eddie was in the process of putting away the cot, having changed out of his wet clothes too. he was wearing the same plaid red flannel pajama pants as he wore the last time you saw him, but this time he was also wearing a plain black t-shirt. a trash bag sat next to your shoes, and you assumed it was for your clothes, so you walked over and dumped your shirt and jeans into the bag before tying it up and setting it by the door. a few of the lights in the kitchen started flickering from the storm, and you walked over to the living room area where eddie was, picking at the skin around your nails nervously.

he glanced up at you while he was closing the cot, grinning once he saw you in his clothes. he motioned his head to the couch, fighting the latch on the cot. "there's a blanket for you if you're cold. jesus fucking christ, why won't this just close." he groaned, shaking the cot frame a little while he messed with the latch. you suppressed a laugh as you watched him, and then you took pity on him by bumping him with your hip slightly to move him out of the way. he stood up, running his hand through his hair, and watched silently as you closed the latch in one try.

muttering something about you being a witch, he took the cot out of your hands and squeezed it between the wall and the couch. he stood off to the side, and a brief moment of awkwardness passed between you two as you stood there; you, glancing at eddie. him, glancing at the floor with his hands on his hips. you decided to take the blanket, reaching down to grab the giant green thing, and wrapping it around your shoulders before settling down on the couch. your movements spurred eddie into action, and he moved over to the kitchen, opening the fridge to peer inside.

"you thirsty, mayfield? we have beer and... beer." he announced, laughing. you glanced over your shoulder, watching him grab a can of beer himself and popping it open. he grabbed another can, holding it out to you while taking a sip of his own. you shook your head politely, tucking your hair back behind your ear. "nah, i'm alright. i'm not really a big fan of drinking," you confess, sparing eddie a shy grin. you watch quietly as he makes his way back to the couch, setting his drink on the small wooden table at the other end of the couch before plopping down. he turns to you slightly, placing his elbow on the arm of the couch and resting his head in his hand.

"so, you'll smoke weed but not drink? picky with your vices, huh?" he says, raising his eyebrows at you teasingly while giving you a shit-eating grin. laugh lines form around his mouth, cascading into his cheeks, and in that moment, with his bright brown eyes and wet hair, he looks so youthful. you don't understand how anyone could look at eddie munson and call him a freak. it just didn't make any sense.

"munson, my mother is a borderline alcoholic who forgets she has children most nights and my stepdad turned abusive when he drank. please forgive me for not wanting to see what kind of monster i could turn into when i drink." the words slipped from your mouth before you could filter them, and you expected some kind of concerned reaction from eddie. if it had been anyone else, no doubt they would have tried to comfort you about your situation or, at the very least, would have taken pity on you. but once your gaze met eddie's, you knew he understood where you were coming from. nobody really knew the full story about what happened with eddie's parents and why he lived with his uncle, but you always imagined it wasn't a pretty story.

eddie's sad grin basically confirmed all your suspicions.

"i can respect that. i understand not wanting to carry out the generational trauma that may run in your blood," he wiggled his fingers at his words, his voice teasing but with an edge. after taking a long sip from his drink, he continued. "for the record though, you could never be a monster, mayfield. i don't think you have it in you," the genuine truth and kindness in his voice made you tear up slightly, and you wanted to scoff at yourself. for someone who always kept a check on their emotions around others, you were sure doing a shit job at doing it around eddie. he didn't seem to mind though, which made him all the more comforting.

sniffing slightly, you tugged the blanket around your shoulders a bit tighter, breathing in the same scent of laundry detergent and smoke. you wondered if it would cling to your skin, your hair. if you'd be able to smell it when you inevitably left. get your shit together, woman you thought, bringing up your legs to tuck your feet underneath you. "clearly you don't know me well enough, then. but that's beside the point. what were you doing out so late, edward?" self-deprecation was your go-to when you felt vulnerable, and most times it worked how you wanted it to - the people around you would laugh, and the subject would be dropped. you should've known better than to try that with eddie, though, because his big brown eyes turned sad as he watched you snuggle up on the couch. he looked like he wanted to argue, but maybe thought better of it, because of saying anything at first, he just took another chug of beer. partially successful, then.  

"oh, you know. the usual. a little guitar practicing here, a little smoking there. galloped around the shire for a bit, too." he tossed you a wink, leaning his head back on his hand." my band - you know corroded coffin, yeah? we have a show coming up at the hideout in a few weeks and gareth has been insisting that we spend every waking hour practicing. he wouldn't let us leave until we played one of our songs straight through perfectly. " eddie's eyes roll back as he mimics playing the guitar, biting down on his lip as he bounces on the couch slightly. the sight makes you laugh, and you lean your head against the back of the couch, suddenly feeling grateful that you didn't follow through with your stupid plan of ignoring eddie. as if anyone could ignore eddie when he really wanted their attention, anyways.

"but enough about me, mayfield. what were you doing out so late? trying to catch fucking hypothermia?" he asked accusingly, his demeanor shifting slightly from playful to serious. his eyebrows turned down slightly at you as one of his hands fiddled with the guitar pick around his neck. "seriously, you couldn't have sat in your car or something?"

"for your information, munson, i did sit in my car for about an hour. i just didn't have enough gas to keep it turned on, and it started getting hot and humid. it was just sprinkling at that point though. i didn't know we were supposed to get a torrential downpour tonight," you snapped at him, the wariness of your day finally catching up with you. rubbing your eyes, you shook your head slightly. "i left my key in my bedroom and the door is locked. max is out with her friend and i honestly have no idea where our mom is. i thought i could just... wait out the storm or something. it was dumb, i know." your fingers wrap around the edge of the blanket, bringing it closer to you as you glance up at eddie. his finger was twirling around the edge of his beer can, his head cocked to the side slightly as he listened to your story.

after what felt like ages, he finally adjusted his position, gripping on to the back of the couch and the arm to lift himself up so that he could stick his feet underneath him. “you're right, it is dumb," he agrees, nodding his head. his tone is serious, but he shoots a grin at you. "maybe it’s time for you to invest in an umbrella then, mayfield.” eddie replied, shrugging. his surprisingly serious tone caught you off guard. he stared at you for a moment, face blank, before his lips quirked up in a smile.

“oh, fuck off, eddie.” you couldn’t help the snort that escaped from your mouth, which quickly turned into you laughing. at the sound, eddie’s face lit up with his own smile, and a deep chuckle filled your ears. “i’m being serious, y/n!” he laughed, shaking his head slightly at you. he started twisting one of the rings on his pointer finger with his thumb, a subtle reminder of how hard it was for him to sit still. you didn’t mind it, though. “hey, but really, if you’re ever in a position like that again, just come over to my place. my uncle and i rarely lock the door anyways.”

you grinned at his suggestion, watching the way his fingers on his other hand tapped along the backside of the couch. “thank you, munson.” you replied softly, sinking even further into his couch as you got more comfortable. the sound of a dishwasher running filled the silence as eddie took another sip of his drink, and for the next few minutes, the two of you talked about almost anything you could think of. eddie complained about mrs. o’donall’s class and how it was killing him, you talked about your jobs and how, if you had to listen to officer callahan and officer powell argue about whose turn it was to go get donuts, you were going to make hopper fire the both of them. more donuts for you two then, anyways.

eddie listened intently to everything you had to say, smiling and laughing at the right times, nodding his head when appropriate, maintaining eye contact the entire time. it was so nice to have someone who actually listened to you, someone you could confide in. talking to eddie made you want to tell him all of your secrets only because you knew he wouldn’t judge you for them and that he’d guard them with his life. it was like a breath of fresh air, which is exactly what you needed after the events of the past year.

you didn’t know how long you had been in eddie’s trailer, but it had only felt like seconds had passed when you heard a car door slam. the sound had made both you and eddie jolt apart, as you both had started leaning in closer to one another while eddie talked about the tattoos on his arms. hugging the blanket around you, you stood up and shuffled over to the window. peeking through the blinds, you realized the rain had stopped some time ago, and noticed your mom’s car was now parked besides yours in the grass. as you watch her stagger up the front steps, your heart drops a bit as you realize where she’d been all night.

with a small yawn, you turn to face eddie, who had also stood up from the couch. he had his hands in his flannel pajama pockets, rocking back and forth slightly on his feet. the skin beneath his eyes had gotten a little dark, and it hit you then that he was probably exhausted but stayed up for a few more hours to help you out. god, the things this man was doing to you. it simply wasn’t fair.

“that was my mom… i probably should get going before she makes a mess of everything.” you explain, a sheepish smile on your face as you hitch your thumb up to point out the window. eddie nods his head in understanding, his tongue sticking out slightly from the corner of his mouth. “once again, i really do appreciate your help, and everything you’ve said. i owe you, a lot.”

you’re pretty sure it’s the look in his eyes that makes you step closer to him, but that’s only because you don’t want to chalk up your actions to your own stupidity. but you do step closer, and closer, until you’re finally toe-to-toe with eddie munson, and before you can even rationalize it, your arms are opening on their own and circling around eddie’s waist. you can hear his heartbeat as you rest the side of your face against his chest, and when it quickens slightly, you’re worried that you made a mistake.

he seemed frozen in time, but just as you're about to pull away, an apology on the tip of your tongue, eddie’s arms wrap around your body, just beneath your shoulders, and his chin rests on top of your head. you feel him take a big breath, slowly releasing the air as his grip tightens on you ever so slightly. “anytime, mayfield.” you head him mutter before feeling his lips press a gentle kiss against your forehead. this time, you feel your own heartbeat quicken.

it’s as if neither of you want to let go first, because the hug lasts more than a few seconds. it isn’t until a rumbling of thunder sounds that makes you realize more rain probably isn’t too far behind, and reluctantly, you let your hands slide down his waist before pulling back away completely. eddie’s hands return to his pockets, and he watches you quietly as you fold up the blanket and gather up your things. just as you’re about to open the door to head out, you feel eddie’s fingers against your elbow.

“i meant what i said earlier, mayfield. if you ever need a safe space to land, please don’t hesitate to come over here.” his voice is soft, and when you turn your head to look at him, his usual playfulness is gone. his light brown eyes have gone a shade darker, as if to really drive home his seriousness, but they’re the same puppy dog eyes you’ve come to love. the rings on his fingers dig into your skin slightly, and you glance down at where his hand is on your elbow, warmth emitting across your body from the spot.

“i won’t,” you manage to get out, your voice barely above a whisper as you look back up at him, a small, genuine smile playing on your lips. a safe space to land, you thought. eddie munson just offered you the one thing you’ve been looking for these past few months, the one thing you know will help you heal. in a strange turn of events, eddie was quickly becoming a sort of savior to you, like some kind of knight; helping you in ways you never could’ve anticipated when you were feeling particularly damsel-in-distressingly. it felt so on brand for him that it made a small laugh slip from your mouth, and eddie's eyebrow quirked up in response.

"i just had a thought that you're kind of like my knight in shining armor, munson." you admit, a playful tone laced through your voice. eddie's response is exactly what you imagined: his brown eyes get bright, and those smile lines deepened around his mouth as he gives you a full smile before tilting his head back to laugh. he didn't think that anyone would've ever considered him a knight, much less one in shining armor. he didn't mind being yours, though.

he follows you out onto the landing, still shaking with laughter, and as you reach the grass in front of his trailer, he extends his hand and bows dramatically, the tips of his hair almost brushing against the wooden porch. "forever at your service, my lady." he quips, standing up abruptly fast and holding his hand over his chest, right above his heart. you laugh at his theatrics, gripping the trash bag with your clothes in one hand as you playfully blow a kiss towards him. he pretends to jump up and grab it before shoving his fist into this pocket. "saving that one for later, princess."

a blush rushes to your cheeks, and suddenly you're so thankful that it's dark outside because you can only imagine how red your face must be. with a final wave, you walk along the gravel road back to your trailer, watching your mother's shadow move around the kitchen area from behind the curtain. in a second, you'll be forced to join reality again when you have to help your mother clean off in the shower, when you have to pick up the mess she has no doubt made in the kitchen.

but for right now, as you walk back to your trailer in your wet shoes, wearing clothes that aren't yours, you allow yourself to stay wrapped up in the fantasy that maybe, just maybe, you might mean as much to eddie munson as he's starting to mean to you.

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[mystic-hyuck]

café boy (s.mt)

pairing - seok matthew x fem!reader

genre - coffee shop AU, college AU, fluff, strangers to friends to lovers

warnings - reader is a lil stressed, violence (nothing worse than a punch), very minor injuries, protective matthew, suggestive but not graphic at all

w/c - 2743

a/n - happy birthday matthew! a matthew birthday special I love him so much he's climbing my bias list so fast

You'd been coming to this café for so long, but it was becoming harder and harder to convince yourself it was only for the coffee. But how could you ignore the sweet smiles of the barista, who happened to be working every time you went? His soft voice politely taking your order with a grin was a stark contrast to the toned muscles suddenly on display as he makes your cappuccino, and you found yourself subconsciously heading in that direction whenever you finished classes for the day.

The café was noticeably more quiet than usual as you entered that afternoon, and the cute barista was the only one working. You checked your phone to realise it was almost 8pm, and you had been studying for longer than you intended.

The bell at the door sounded as you entered, catching the boys' attention. He was wiping down the counter, but put the cloth away as soon as he noticed your presence. "Hi there," a bright smile donned his face as he greeted you. "You come here often, don't you?"

You felt your cheeks heat in embarrassment as you realise he recongises you. "Uh, yeah, you make good coffee." He grins. "Speaking of which, I was going to order one, but I just noticed the time. Caffeine right now would be a crime to my sleep schedule."

He laughs, and you could swear the sound was the sweetest thing you've ever heard. "Lucky for you, I make a pretty good hot chocolate."

You mirror his smile, handing over your card. "Sounds perfect."

You take a seat at your usual table by the window, scrolling on your phone as you wait for the boy to make your drink. He brings it over after a short while, and you smile at the way he's decorated it with whipped cream and mini marshmallows. "Thank you, this is exactly what I needed today."

He grins. "I'm Matthew, by the way. Mind if I sit?" He gestures to the seat across from you.

You smile. "Y/N, and not at all."

He slides into the booth. "So, you're a student here? What on earth are you majoring in to warrant you staying here this late?"

"I'm a business major," you sigh. "My partner completely ditched me on this group assignment and now I'm having to put in twice as much work so I can get a good grade."

"Wow, group assignments really suck. You shouldn't give them any credit for this if you've done it all yourself."

"It's a bit easier said than done. He's a teacher favourite, one that can make or break your reputation with a single sentence. But I'll figure it out eventually. What about you? Are you a student too?"

Matthew's hand rests against his face, listening intently to every word you say. "Yep! It would be pretty silly of me to get an on-campus job if I wasn't. I'm a dance major."

You smile, and the conversation continues naturally, you both talking about anything and everything, even after you've reached the final dregs of your hot chocolate.

~

A couple of days later, you were walking to lunch before you heard someone call your name. You turn around to find Matthew, running towards you, waving his hand in the air. He was wearing jeans and your college's signature hoodie, rather than his striped apron you were so used to seeing him in at the café. The glasses that sat atop his face made your heart race.

"Y/N! Are you heading to lunch?"

You nod. "How about you?"

"Sure am! We should go together." He starts walking ahead of you, and you have to run to catch up to him.

"Where are we going?"

He turns around to face you, walking backwards with a mischievous grin. "It's a surprise. I've been wanting to go here for ages."

You laugh at his excitement; his wonderment at everything was nothing if not refreshing and cute.

You wander just off campus, until you reach a cute storefront of a café. Matthew holds the door open for you, and you gasp as soon as you set foot inside. "A cat café?"

He grins. "None of my other friends wanted to go, so as soon as I saw you on campus I knew you would agree to come."

You smirk. "I don't know if I agreed, it was almost like you dragged me with."

He feigned hurt. "You gave off cat café vibes. I thought it would be more fun as a surprise."

"It was a very nice surprise. Thank you Matthew," you said, and you meant it. You hadn't had a lot of chances to socialise on campus, and you really appreciated his willingness to spend time with you.

~

A couple weeks had passed, and you found yourself getting closer and closer to Matthew. Now you had both met properly, you seemed to find each other everywhere, whether it be studying in the library or eating lunch in the cafeteria. Whenever you both had free time, you'd travel off-campus, finding new and exciting restaurants to try.

Your favourite part though, was the Tuesday night hot chocolates, whenever you'd stay late in the library studying and Matthew was working late. Every week he'd surprise you with a new hot chocolate topping, before sitting down across from you as you both chatted comfortably. It felt good having a friend you could get along with so well.

There was only one problem, however, and that was your stupid group project. You found the workload becoming overwhelming, your late nights in the library becoming even later, and you were starting to lose time for anything else in your life.

There was one particular Tuesday night, a week before your final presentation was due, when you felt like you were at your breaking point. You'd been stuck at your laptop in the library for hours, doing so much but feeling like you were getting nothing done. You were frustrated, at your partner, at how exhausted you were, at everything. The frustration brought tears to your eyes, and you buried your head in your arms, grateful for the lack of people in the building at the late hour.

Suddenly, you felt a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "Y/N? Y/N, what's wrong?"

Your head snaps up at the familiar voice, and you meet Matthew's concerned gaze as he crouches beside your chair. "Are you okay?"

You hurriedly turn your head away, embarrassed as you try to wipe away your tears frantically. He grabs your wrist gently to stop you, bringing it back down to the table but not letting go. He strokes the back of your hand softly, giving you a comforting smile. In his other hand, you spot a takeaway coffee cup, which he places on the table next to you. "I brought you your hot chocolate to go, I figured you got held up studying after you didn't show up for a while."

Your eyes widen, almost comically, as you check the time on your laptop. "Shit! Matthew I'm so sorry. It's been-" You don't even notice the stray tears that fall down your face until a hand against your cheek interrupts you. His thumb gently wipes away any trace of tears, before pulling away so he could sit down in the chair next to you.

"You don't have to apologise. Just tell me what's up, hey? Maybe I can help."

Your heart stutters, both at the unexpected physical contact and his kind words. You go to reject his offer, but seeing him so willing to help, and acknowledging just how stressed you were, you swallow, realising that maybe a little help might be exactly what you need. "It's this stupid group project. It's a lot more work to take on than I realised, and my partner still hasn't done anything. I've texted him so many times, I think he's blocked me."

Matthew frowns, and it's the first time you think you've seen him angry. "What an asshole. What do you have left to complete? I've made my fair share of presentations in my time."

"I'm having trouble researching and doing the PowerPoint at the same time while trying to cover all of these topics."

He thinks for a moment, before pulling his own laptop out of his backpack. "How about if you tell me what to look up, I can find some good sources for you and you can put the information into the presentation?"

You nod with a smile. "You're an actual lifesaver, Matthew. I'm so sorry I kept you waiting at the café."

"Hey, I told you that you didn't have to apologise. I'm more than happy to help, especially when you've just been left in the deep end like this. Now drink up, before your hot chocolate goes cold. I put extra care into making this one." He pushes the takeaway cup towards you, before pushing his glasses further up his face.

~ With Matthew's help, the time it took to finish the presentation was more than halved, and you expressed your gratitude as much as possible by paying for lunch that entire week, despite his protests. But D-Day was finally here, and you had to present it to your entire business class. Matthew had waited for you in front of the building your class was in, pressing a cappuccino into your hands, claiming he'd put his 'good luck charm' on it. You accepted it with a grateful grin, feeling extra prepared for your presentation.

But you were nervous, too. You had something extra up your sleeve for this one. You were going to expose your partner for the freeloader he was, giving zero credit to him and notifying your professor he had done nothing to help. Reputation on the line or not, Matthew had helped an incredible amount, and you would be damned if you were going to let that credit go to your partner.

So, as you finished your PowerPoint, you made sure to leave no trace of your partner's name on the final slide, denying he had helped in any way when your professor questioned you about it. You ignored the way your partner's jaw clenched in anger, proud you finally stood up for yourself.

But just when you thought you were in the clear, your heart dropped as you heard your name, muttered angrily as you left your class.

"What the fuck was that, Y/N?" It was your partner, storming towards you angrily.

"I worked tirelessly trying to do twice as much work since you couldn't bother to do anything."

He scoffed. "I have tons of other classes to stay on top of, I though for one group assessment you'd be fine on your own."

You laughed humourlessly. "Wow. I have tons of other classes too, but was more than willing to put in as much effort as I needed to to make this a good presentation. I even texted-"

Before you could even comprehend what was happening, you fell to the ground harshly, scraping your knee as you felt your cheek sting.

He had punched you.

He was going for another swing, too, before another hand came and intercepted it. Matthew was standing in front of you, knuckles white as his hands were clenched tightly into fists. He shoved your partner forward, nothing but anger radiating off him.

"What the fuck, dude?"

"You punched Y/N," his voice was the deepest and most serious you'd ever heard it. "Who the fuck does that? Now I suggest you make your way, and never bother her again, before your fate turns out worse."

He scoffs. "Whatever man. You guys are nuts, overreacting this much. If I'd known she was such a bitch I wouldn't of been partners with her in the first place. I just heard she got good grades." With that he ran away, and you had to reach out for Matthew's wrist to stop him from running after.

At your touch, Matthew crouches to face you, his expression instantly transforming from angry to worried. "Are you okay? I can't believe he'd do something like that."

You nod, smiling. "I'm perfectly fine, thanks to you. Nothing but a few scratches. Looks like I'm buying you lunch for a week again."

Matthew ignores your joke the moment he sees your knee, scratched and bleeding from the fall. "Ouch, Y/N, that looks painful. Are you sure your okay?"

You were touched at his concern as you nodded, upset the situation had forced him to be this serious. "I can hardly feel it."

His face relaxes slightly, but traces of worry remain. "Still, it would be pretty nasty if that was to get infected. We should clean it." He holds his arms out to help you stand. "Come on, I live on campus, not far from here."

~

You couldn't believe it. You found yourself in the apartment of your campus crush from a month ago, someone who you now considered your best friend, if you ignored those lingering feelings.

They were becoming harder to ignore, however, as you watch the way his tongue sticks out slightly as he focuses on gently cleaning your injury, before applying a band-aid. His focus and care made your heart melt.

"There we go. All done," he looks up to meet your eyes. "Are you sure you're okay? I can't believe that bastard would just punch you like that. All over some lost assignment grade he deserved. What kind of asshole-"

You place your hand on his to stop his rambling. "Matthew. I'm fine, I promise. Thank you for protecting me."

He smiles sadly. "I'm just sorry I couldn't be there sooner," he reaches up to cup your cheek, gently stroking the bruised area where you were punched with his thumb. "Your cheek is bruised and everything. Why would he punc-"

You couldn't help it anymore. You leaned forward, connecting your lips with his briefly to get him to stop talking. You pulled away, your cheeks automatically heating as you avoid eye contact. "I-I'm sorr-"

He leaned forward again, reaching up to cup your face with both hands as he kisses you, this time for longer, putting all the unsaid feelings and emotions into the kiss, only pulling away once you'd both run out of breath. You giggle, from shock and joy. He joins in, laughing too, as he presses his forehead against yours. "I really fucking like you Y/N."

You lean forward, pecking him once more. "I really like you too, café boy. I never visited just for the coffee, you know."

He grinned, before suddenly your lips were connected once more, this time with more passion as he went to lift you so you were seated on the kitchen counter, standing in between your legs. The kiss became more and more heated, as you thread your fingers through his hair, his hands on your waist as you both tried to keep as little space as possible between you.

After a while he lifted you again, and you wrapped your legs around him. He carried you, never once breaking the kiss, to his room before shutting the door.

~

You woke to the first rays of sunlight peeking through the blinds, suddenly aware of the warmth that surrounded you. You lay on Matthew's bare chest, his arms wound securely around you as the soft rise and fall of his chest almost lull you back to sleep. He stirs, his arms wrapping tighter around you before you feel a soft kiss pressed against your temple. "Good morning," he mumbled.

You smiled. "Morning."

He shifted so he was facing you, an arm still wrapped around your waist. "How are you feeling? You don't have a concussion, right?"

You grin mischievously. "Hmm, I'm not sure. What exactly happened yesterday?"

He gasped jokingly. "Maybe this will jog your memory." He presses a gentle kiss to your lips, pulling you ever so close.

You both smile as he pulls away. "Oh of course, I remember now."

He chuckles as you resume your position laying on his chest. "I've wanted this for so long, Y/N."

You lean up to kiss his cheek, which turn pink at your gesture. "So have I. Thank you for everything Matthew."

And every word of it was true. Ever since you met him, no person had made you feel so comfortable. And you hoped that would stay the same for a long time.

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Request: On the way to dance practice, Jimin gets violently stopped by a hater. The members notice that he is gone but doesn't think much of it since he's always late (lol). Soon, they go drive around and look for him since they get worried and find him beat up. They help him heal physically and mentally <3

I knew requests like this would come after I posted my car accident story, but don't worry! I will gladly fulfill requests like this as well!

I actually had my real life friend help come up with the hater scene because I found it difficult to talk badly about our angel.

My psychological stories always end up with super long beginnings. Sorry^^,

Let's get to the story ~

Trigger warning: mental and physical abuse(obviously) please avoid in between the green lines if you aren't okay with violence

I couldn't fall asleep at all last night, I can't believe I'm this nervous when the award show isn't even until tomorrow.. I probably only got an hour of sleep..

Jimin sighs, yawning behind the face mask he adored to cover up most of his fsce. He told staff that he would walk to work today, thinking the fresh air would help wake him up, and he could stop by the nearby cafe to buy for drinks for him and his members.

Along with his face mask, he wore a black snap back that kept his face in the shadows, talking to the barista in a lower tone than his usual one. "I'd like 6 large iced Americanos and one hot chocolate, please, large for that one as well."

Despite all his efforts to keep his identity a secret, he felt like he was being watched. He looks around, trying to see who it is, jumping when he hears the barista speak again.

"That'll be 40.45, please."

"Oh, yes. I'm sorry." He bows, quickly swiping his card. I'm just being paranoid.. I gotta calm down. Jimin takes a deep breath, going to the side to wait, going on his phone to try to ignore the feeling.

Jimin successfully gets his order, carefully holding the bag to try not to spill his precious cargo. They've been practicing for several hours a day for the past two weeks in preparation for an upcoming concert, and he knew his gift would cheer everyone up.

He checks the time surprised to see that even with his stop, he'd get there with a little time to spare. I'm actually going to make it. Namjoonie-hyung can't tease me today.

His smile quickly dropped when he felt someone walking uncomfortably close behind him. He stepped to the side in case they were just in a hurry and wanted to pass him, but when he stepped, so did they.

Did they follow me from the cafe?

Jimin felt his heart accelerate at the thought, picking up the pace. When he started walking faster, so did the man. There's no doubt they're following me..

Jimin looked around to see if there was anyone to ask for help, but with it being this early on a weekday, there was no one. He takes out his phone to try to call for help, but as soon as he unlocks it, he only presses one number before the man grabs his wrist pressing hard on his veins.

Jimin drops his belongings, the coffee he was trying so hard not to spill covering the pavement. "Th..that hurts, please let me go.." Jimin's eyes widen with fear, his voice coming an octave higher as he tries to use his other hand to pry the man from his other wrist. "What do you want from me...?"

"What I want? What I want is for you to quit BTS. Jin and Taehyung would get more parts if you weren't in the picture. Jin's voice is much better than yours, but he's too kind to ask for more lines, and Taehyung's dancing is overlooked just because you had prior experience. He's just as good as you, but you still make him live in your shadow, and he does it with a smile because you're his so-called friend." The man speaks in a soft tone, so no one but Jimin hears him, dragging him into an even more secluded area, Jimin unable to break free from the larger man's grip.

"What's going on?" A passerby asks.

"Oh, nothing. We train under the same company and he decided to try to skip out of practice! I was told to get get him. We're running late so I'm sorry we must go." The man lied naturally, pulling Jimin faster.

"Wait, no! I don't - " Jimin tries to speak, but the man digs his nails into Jimins's wrist, his pleas for rescue turning into a yelp.

"Now.. where were we?" The man continued when he gets them out of the prying eyes. "Oh yes, your lines hogging and you stealing the center far too often, you greedy little sh*t."

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"Th..that isn't true! We make sure everyone gets what suits the song best, I don't decide what parts I get.. we agree as a team!" Jimin's words are meant with a punch directly to his eye.

"You're a fu*kin' liar! You could easily turn down a part, but you don't because you're a greedy bastard! You might have everyone else fooled with that goody goody act, but I see right through it!"

Jimin stumbles to the ground, covering his already swelling eye with his hand slowly rising to his feet."I'm not acting.. I'm just being mys-"

Jimin's voice gets cut off when his attacker kicks him in the chest, keeping his foot firmly on top of him, the vocalist letting out a breathy moan as he struggles to breathe with the weight on his chest.

"I said to stop lying, you little piece of filth." The man glares down at him. "You're holding everyone back. You're just a leech piggy backing off the others' career."

Tears streamed down Jimin's cheeks, trying to relieve the foot from his body, but think man was much larger than him, his efforts in vein. "Hyung.. please.. help me.." he tried to scream but fear made his vocal cords too tight, his voice coming our as a whimper.

The man bends down, grabbing Jimin by the jaw, pulling him to his feet. "You can't do anything on your own. Come on. Hit me." The man taunts him, turning his head to the side for Jimin to punch, but Jimin opts to try to escape instead.

"Don't you try to run. I'm not done with you!" The man grabs him by the hair. "You didn't agree to quit!"

"I..I won't.. we're sev..aghm..." Jimin's whimpers as the man pulls harder.

"Plenty of groups do fine with 4 members. You aren't needed. Quit fooling yourself. They don't actually need you." The man throws him back to the ground, stepping on Jimin's wrist to pin him down. "If you won't quit, I'll just ruin that pretty face of yours. Then those fans you gush about so much won't want you."

Please.. someone.. save me...

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"Where's Jiminie? It's already been fifteen minutes. He's never this late without calling first." Taehyung asks, finishing up his warm-up stretches quickly getting his phone to look for any messages.

"I don't know.. I'll call him. He probably stopped somewhere on the way. He told staff he would find his own way here." J-hope takes out his phone, waiting for an answer. "Huh? He didn't pick up.."

"What? That's not like him." Taehyung tried calling himself, frowning when he gets the same result. "I'm going to go see if he's nearby. Maybe his hands are too full to get his phone from his pocket."

"I'll go with you." Yoongi quickly offers, digging in his bag for a beanie and face mask. "Cover up Taehyungie, we don't want to draw too much attention."

"Okay Hyung." Taehyung gets his red baseball cap and his face mask, pulling his hood over it.

"Let me go too." Jungkook goes to get ready to go, but Namjoon stopped him.

"We don't know if he's missing or not. If they don't find him, then we'll all look okay? Let them handle it. They'll call if they need help."

Jungkook bites his tongue, wanting to argue, having too much respect for his leader to disobey him.

"Let's practice without them for now. Jungkookie, you wanted me to help you with the hook part in the new song anyway, right? I'll have the time to teach you one on one." J-hope distracts Jungkook while the two deagu boys leave the practice room.

"You don't really think he's just not answering because his hands are full do you?" Yoongi asks, trying to keep up with Taehyung's quick strides as he rushes out of the building.

"I just have a bad feeling, that's all.. let's walk towards his place.." Taehyung follows the path he knew Jimin would take, keeping his eyes open for the pink haired Busan boy.

Yoongi agrees, following beside him as they walk, freezing when he notices the toppled over paper bag from the coffee shop Jimin frequents after practice. "No.."

Taehyung follows the olders' gaze, but instead of the purple phone case. The one he just picked out with Jimin last week. Taehyung runs over, confirming his suspicions when he sees the lock screen. "Jimin-ah was here.."

"I'll call the others." Yoongi pulls Taehyung as he walks, dialing Jin's number.

"Did you find him?" Jin skips greetings.

"We found his phone.. someone had to have grabbed him.." Yoongi tries his best to speak clearly, but his heart thumps painfully in his chest with anxiety.

"I'll call the police. You get back to the studio." Jin motions for the others to come here.

"No, we're fine. We'll stay together. I need to look for him. I'm sorry, hyung." Yoongi hangs up before Jin can forbid it. He couldn't wait for the police. Since he's an adult, they could easily chalk it up as just him losing his phone and us being paranoid idols..

Yoongi went into the nearest shop, bowing to the woman at the counter. "Excuse me miss, but did you hear any commotion outside your shop?"

"I'm sorry, no. Is something wrong?" The shop keep answers, but Yoongi didn't have time to explain.

"I'm sorry I'm looking for someone I don't have time to explain." Yoongi pulls Taehyung along with him, asking anyone who gives him the time of day if they saw anything out of the ordinary.

"Please, sir.. did you see him..please just look this picture." Taehyung shows them a photo he took of him and Jimin yesterday, their face covered by the masks.

"The pink haired boy? Yeah, I saw him with another guy, probably his manager or security guard. You missed them about twenty minutes ago." The man tells them. "He should be back by now, don't worry."

"Which way did they go? What did that man look like?" Yoongi demands, coming out more harsh than he intended.

The man points towards the river. "They went that way. He was mostly covered and looked pretty average. A broad shouldered man with black hair and brown eyes."

"Thank you so much, sir." Taehyung bows before Yoongi pulls him. We need to find him.. I know Yoongi-hyung. I'm going as fast as I can.

Yoongi dragged Taehyung through the city, both of them stumbling over cracks in the sidewalk, quickly texting the others on the latest update. They had no idea where they were going. Their only thought was to find their missing member.

He was spotted with a man going towards the river. Heading there now. it's the only lead we got..

Yoongi texts quickly.

We'll meet you there. Let's meet at the bridge. I'll update the police.

Jin texts back.

Jimin was discarded underneath the bridge, unable to lift his head without pain. "Hyungie.." Jimin calls hoarsely to the open air, but his voice is drowned out by the sound of the wind and the river.

They probably won't bother looking for you

The man's voice rang in his ears, hot tears streaming down his cheeks. The cold breeze of the river chilled him to the bone, Jimin hardly making it out of the water, laying soaking wet on the shore.

"Jimin-ah!" Taehyung's voice comes out hoarsely as he screams. They've been looking nonstop for the past hour. The police were no help, saying they lost them on camera, so the only lead they had was the river.

"Jiminie-hyung!" Jungkook yells after him.

The boys split up into two separate groups, going in different directions. Namjoon, Taehyung, and Jungkook were in a group together. One body guard went with both groups.

Namjoon was walking ahead of them at a brisk pace, freeezing in place when he sees the bright pink hair of Jimin in his current favorite oversized white sweater. "Taetae, Jungkookie.. I see him!"

Jimin could hear the voices of the others running towards him, feeling Namjoon pull him into his lap. "Hyungie..I'm..I'm cold.." Jimin could hardly see him, his eyes mostly swollen shut, but he could recognize the voices of his members anywhere.

"It's okay, it's okay. I got you. Let's try to get you warmed up some.. okay? " Namjoon takes off his jacket. "Jungkook, help me get his shirt off."

"They really hurt him." Jungkook felt his stomach drop when he saw all the bruises covering Jimin's face, his nose crusted over with dry blood, his lip swollen with a split down the left side. "We need to call an ambulance to be sure nothing is broken.."

Namjoon and Jungkook help Jimin get his shirt off, eyes widening when he sees the bruising continuing across Jimin's body. Anger flashed in Namjoon's eyes.

How could anyone do this to him? He's nothing but kind to everyone he meets..

Namjoon helps lead Jimin's arms into the jacket, Jimin inhaling sharply when his fingers bend.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I just want to try to get you into something dry.." Namjoon gently takes Jimin's wrists, only now noticing his swollen fingers. Shit.. i gotta keep focused... I can't let my emotions cloud my judgment."He has at least a few broken fingers.."

"Help is on the way." The security guard, Jeong, called an ambulance while the members were busy with Jimin, taking off his jacket and throwing over Namjoon's shoulders.

"Jiminie..." Taehyung dries his tears with the back of his thumbs, voice coming out as a sob. He had never seen Jimin in such a rough state, the most he's ever seen was a wrapped up leg from dancing too hard

"D..don't cry

"Deep breaths, Taehyung.. we found him, and he's alive.. that's all that matters. You too Jungkook.." Namjoon tries to calm the younger boys, despite his emotions running high.

"You came.." Jimin croaked, his eyes watering again, shivering violently as he clings to his leader.

"What? Of course we came. We came looking the moment you didn't answer your phone. Why would you think that?" Namjoon rubs his hands across Jimin's arms. "Oh.. the others! Jungkook call seokjinnie-hyung."

"I meant. You found me.." Jimin quickly changes his words when he hears the pain in his leader's voice clearly hurt by his words. "Sorry..."

"Huh? Oh.. yeah.. right." Jungkook was still in shock on Jimin's condition. Following hyung's request, Jungkook looked away from Jimin, feeling sick to his stomach.

Could this have been any of the others? Namjoonie hyung rides his bike to work a lot of the time..

"Hy..Hyungie, we found..but but.. they really hurt him. We called for..for.." Jungkook spoke quickly, stammering out the words, his mind reeling with dark thoughts.

"Jungkook-ah breathe. I can't understand you. Did you find him?" Jin gently orders him.

Jungkook passes the phone to Taehyung, unable to calm his nerves, who takes it, wrapping his body around the Mankae.

"We find him, but it..it looks like he got jumped.." Taehyung did better to keep his voice under control, but Jungkook could feel his heart beating wildly against his back, clearly having the same thoughts.

"What? How bad is he?" Jin asks, voice filled with worry.

"He..he..ah..b..broke so..some fi..fingers.." Taehyung struggled to explain it to Jin, a hard lump forming his throat, when he tries to speak, tears pricking at the corner of his eyes.

"Hey..hey, it's okay, you don't have to talk about it okay? I'll just see for myself. Don't cry Vuu.." Jin speaks in a soothing tone, hearing Taehyung holding back a sob. "It's okay to be scared.."

Jungkook places his hands on top of Taehyung’s squeezing him. "You're gonna make me cry Hyung.."

"I'm sorry, Koo.." Taehyung takes a deep breath, burying his face in the youngers shoulder. The boys hear the ambulance in the distance.

There's no doubt they love me, but is it really okay for me to be one of the leads in both the dance line and the vocal line when Jin and Taehyung are more talented than I am..

Jimin felt guilt eat away at him, the words of his attacker ringing in his head.

"It's okay Jiminie, help is coming.." Namjoon wipes Jimin's tears, unaware of the mental trauma that was plaguing the pink haired vocalist.

"The police are here.." Jeong says entering the room. "They want to talk to Jimin-sii about what happened..'"

Jin looks at the sleeping vocalist, clenching his jaw. He didn't want to wake him, and the police offered little help, not even lending them a search party to find the missing boy. "Give us a minute."

Jeong nods, relaying the message.

"He needs to talk to them so they can help track him down.." Namjoon gently wakes Jimin. "Jimin-ah, you need to talk to the police for us okay?"

Jimin blinks sleepily, the pain medicine leaving him groggy. "Hm..?"

"Do you think you could tell the police what happened, Minnie?" J-hope asks gently.

Jimin felt his skin crawl with anxiety at the thought of explaining it in front of the other members. They're already upset enough..

"I'll tell them on my own..please?" Jimin asks softly.

"Whatever you want, Jiminie. We'll go outside for a bit, here..take my phone and call me when you finished.." Yoongi gives him his phone, cracked from hitting the pavement. "It still works, just be careful.."

"Alright.. Thanks Hyungie.." Jimin puts it on the side of the bed watching the others leave the room and two officers come in.

"Hello, I'm officer Kim and this is my partner officer Lee." He bows slightly, the other officer doing the same."

"Hello.." Jimin greets them, doing his best to bow respectfully, wincing at his sore rib cage.

"How are you feeling, Park?" Officer Kim asks, looking at Jimin sympathetically.

"Are you able to explain what happened?" Officer Lee joined in the conversation.

"I hurt all over, but I'll be okay.." jimin replies, wishing they would just her to the point and skip formalities.

"Could you explain to me what happened then?" Officer Kim asks, getting out a notepad to write with.

"I went to the Cafe to get drinks on my way to the hybd building where I work, but while I was in there, I felt like I was being watched. I thought nothing of it at first, just a fan too shy to approach me, but I was wrong..." Jimin's eyes grow wide in fear as the memory of the larger man looming over him as he leaves the Cafe, grabbing him roughly. His breath picked up his throat, coughing as his throat tightened as tears threatening to form.

"Park-sii, Park-sii it's okay.." Officer Lee touched his shoulder, pulling him out of his thoughts. "Take your time.."

"Ah...I'm..I'm sorry.. I just need a minute..th..thank you.." Jimin stammers out the words, Officer Lee giving him a tissue trying to clean up his tearstained face.

"It's okay. You had a traumatic experience. Take your time." Officer Kim gave Jimin a kind smile.

Jimin takes a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself to continue the story, telling the officers about how he lied saying they knew each other, how he took him away from the others and threatened him to leave his group and beat him for refusing. Jimin was in tears as he spoke, using the tissue to dab under his nose that dripped with snot.

"He..he..just..hated me..that I was..was rui..ruining the band.." jimin finishes his story, wincing when he rubs his sore nose. He couldn't go into detail about what the man said, leaving that part vague, but the officers didn't press him to delve further.

"We'll find him." Officer Lee promises, but Jimin doubts his words. His face was covered and disappeared from sight on the cameras after dumping him.

"Thank you for talking with us. I hope you recover quickly." Officer Kim leaves with his partner.

Jimin sat in silence in the hospital bed staring up at the ceiling, trying to calm his nerves before calling Yoongi. "Hyung.. come back please?"

"Of course. I'll be right up." Yoongi could tell Jimin was crying by his congested tone. "Stay on the phone, okay? I want to tell you about my visit home." Yoongi wanted to get his mind off the situation.

"Oh right.. you visited home to visit for a birthday.." Jimin couldn't remember if it was his mother's or his brother's birthday he went to celebrate, those little details slipping his mind. He was usually better at these sorts of things.

"Yeah, I did.. and My mom taught Holly a new trick. You know how I tried to teach him how to roll over but he wouldn't completely roll?" Yoongi pauses for Jimin to respond.

"Oh right, he'd go on his back or flop to his side but he wouldn't fully roll." Jimin felt a soft smile creep up across his lips to hear Namjoon gush about his precious pet.

Yoongi enters the room with Taehyung and Jungkook following behind.

"Where's Hobi-hyung and Namjoonie hyung?" Jimin asks when he notices the two missing.

"They're in a company meeting deciding on what we're gonna do about our schedule. I stayed behind to watch these two." Yoongi motions towards Taehyung and Jungkook.

"I'm a grown man now Hyung, I don't need a babysitter." Jungkook argues. "He just wanted to stay with you too because he's worried."

Yoongi hides his face to hide his blushing cheeks, feeling embarrassed. "Everyone's worried.." I'm more worried on your mental state after this.. you've been crying again..

"How are you feeling, Jiminie?" Taehyung asks, saving Yoongi from his embarrassment.

"I'll be okay.. I'm actually set to go home later today. There's not much the hospital can do for me here.." Jimin tells him. I'm glad I don't have to stay overnight. I don't want to sleep in an unfamiliar place.. i don't even want to sleep alone tonight..

"Are you sure it's not too early?" Jungkook asks with concern in his big doe eyes.

"Yeah, all they can do is give me medicine for the pain, and I can take that at home. Someone else needs this bed more than I do." Jimin fakes a smile. "Don't worry. I'll be fine with some rest."

All three boys could tell Jimin's smile wasn't genuine, but nobody said a word about it to Jimin, just silently agreed to keep a close eye on him.

"Steady, steady.." Jungkook slowly moves with Taehyung to put Jimin in his bed.

"I'm being steady." Taehyung huffs, getting Jimin laying down on the bed. "We need pillows to prop his ankle now!"

"I don't have any extra pillows. You and Jinnie-hyung have the most.." Jungkook points out.

"It's only a little sprained, I'll be okay." Jimin tries to get them to stop fretting over him.

"Nonsense. You can use some of mine." Taehyung rushes to his room, bringing all his pillows.

"Taehyungie what will you sleep with if you bring all your pillows in here?" Jimin gives a small chuckle seeing Taehyung dropping the pillows, wincing from his sore ribcage. "Ah.. that hurts.."

"Sorry Jiminah.." Taehyung uses two pillows to get Jimin's ankle elevated, then another one underneath Jimin's head. "Does that help? You can hold this pillow to your chest." He puts it in Jimins

"It's okay.. don't worry about it. That actually feels better. Thank you, Tae.." Jimin yawns with squeak at the end. "Mn.."

"You should try to get some rest, Jiminie-hyung. It'll help you heal faster." Jungkook frowns when he sees Jimin's eyes close tightly in pain.

"Jungkookie, remember Jin is making dinner. He can't sleep just yet.. he hasn't eaten.." Taehyung reminds him.

Jimin's stomach churned at the idea of food, wrapping his arm around it.. He could only manage to eat a few bites of food at the hospital before he felt sick to his stomach, telling the others he just didn't like it. I can't use that excuse again..

"What's wrong, Jiminie?" Taehyung asks, eyes round with concern. "Are you that hungry? I could ask seokjinnie-hyung to get you a snack."

"No,I'm okay.. just some pain from the brusing.." Jimin felt the twinge of guilt worsen his pain. He hated hiding things from his members, but he didn't want them worrying more than they already were.

"My poor Minnie.. I'll get you a heat compress." Taehyung leaves the room, coming back with a few ice packs and the heat compress. "Here, one for your ankle so the swelling can go down, one for your eyes to help with the puffy and heat to help with your tummy."

Jungkook takes one of the ice packs from Taehyung, placing it on Jimin's swollen ankle. "I'll help too."

"Thanks, Koo." Taehyung smiles, putting the heat on Jimin's abdomen, watching him visibly relax.

Jungkook's stomach, growls making him blush in embarrassment.

"I think someone else needs a before dinner snack.." Taehyung giggles. "Go on, I'll stay with him. I bet you can get a snack out of hyung. You hardly had anything to eat either, just that bag of vending machine cookies, and you gave half of them away."

"You should go. I'm fine. Eat." Jimin tried to keep his voice steady. Everyone must've been too worried to eat because of me. I am just making things harder on everyone..

Jungkook leaves the room, Taehyung taking a seat on the bed next to Jimin, wearing a serious look on his face.

"Jimin, you aren't a burden, so stop thinking you are." Taehyung says, grabbing Jimin's good hand.

"Taetae.. I didn't say anything like that.." Jimin couldn't look Taehyung in the eyes, afraid that those large puppy dog eyes would see right through his mask.

"You don't have to.. that's the same look that Hyungie gives when he feels like he's not learning the routine quick enough or when he can't sing because he's sick. You don't need to pretend in front of me, Jiminie, and I don't want you to." Taehyung speaks slowly, gathering his thoughts together. "Scream, cry... do something. Just please stop giving everyone that fake smile.. it's hurting my heart.."

Jimin felt the tears swelling up again, burying his face in Taehyung's shoulder. "I wa..wa..waas so sc..sc..scared, Tae.. I cou..couldn't do any..anything..bu..but h..hi..his words hurt ev..even more.."

Taehyung strokes Jimin's hair. "It's all over now, Jiminie.. We won't let him touch you. We got extra security.." his mind burned with curiosity to know what this man said that upset his soulmate so much, but he didn't dare ask. Not when Jimin was already suffering enough. He didn't want to bring up those bad memories.

"T..T..Taehyun...m..ma..maybe you guy..guys sh..should pe..perfo..form withou..without me.." Jimin whispers.

"We might have to for a short while, until you recover more, but you'll be able to sit and perform once your bruises on your ribs and..."

"N..no..not..not ju..just f..for a..a lit..little wh..while..I mea..mean..y..you can b..be a..a..lead..w..with j..Jungk..kookie ins..stead of..me.." Jimin mumbles into Taehyung’s shoulder, the man's words ringing in his head again.

"What? No. No. No, Jiminie. It's seven or nothing. Don't let him mess with your head. You're so important.. we wouldn't be BTS without you.." Taehyung forces Jimin to look up at him, tears already streaming. "Don't say that..okay...?"

"Taehyungie.." Jimin wipes the tears from Taehyung's cheek. "I..I'm sorry.. Don't cry.."

Jimin felt awful, his heart tightening. How could he tell Taehyung that? Taehyung was the one who stuck up for him as rookies, saying he wanted me to debut with him..

"Everyone will say the same.. You're a part of our team. You'll always be wanted, okay?" Taehyung hugs Jimin lightly.

"Dinner is fini- What happened?" Jin rushes to the bed when he saw the two puffy eyed 95liners.

"I was just..telling Taehyungie about what happened to get it off my chest.." Jimin wipes his eyes, hoping he wouldn't see through his lie.

"Jiminie is also worried about all the time he has to take off to recover.. he's feeling guilty." Taehyung hides the part about Jimin thinking about quitting.

"Jiminie, don't you worry about that. We'll work around it. You need to just focus on healing." Jin places a tray with Kimchi Jjigae in front of him. "Even if we need to carry you around everywhere we go."

"Okay.." Jimin tries to pick up the chopsticks, but his three tapped fingers made it impossible to pick anything up.

"Here, let Hyung do it." Jin takes the chopsticks from him, holding a bite out to Jimin.

You'd have more parts if it weren't for me though.. your high notes are much better than mine..

Jimin felt sick with guilt as he forced himself to take the bite, knowing if he didn't eat, he'd only worry everyone.

"Are you okay, Jiminie? You look pale.." Jin reaches to touch Jimin's forehead, feeling him burning with fever. "Oh my baby, you're getting sick.."

"Sick...? No.. no, I can't be getting sick.." Jimin speaks softly. "I'm just dehydrated from crying so much." Jimin opens his mouth for another bite.

"If you think you can...alright.." Jin feeds the injured vocalist as Taehyung rushes to get water. Jimin eats about half of it before he feels uncomfortably full, Jin cutting him off. "Don't force yourself baby, I don't want you getting sick."

"Here, wash it down with some water." Taehyung opens the bottle, tipping it by Jimin's lips, him taking eager swallows. "Not too fast, Jiminie.."

"Did you eat?" J-hopes voice came from the doorway with Jungkook and Namjoon right behind him, clearly wondering the same thing.

"Yeah, I ate a little.. I'm just really tired, so I'm not that hungry.." Jimin knew that wasn't the only reason, but it wasn't a full lie.

"Then let's go so you can sleep." Jin kisses Jimin on the forehead. "Rest up kiddo." He rounds up the worried members.

"But I want to stay with him.." Taehyung argues. "Please Hyung? I'll leave when I'm tired.. I promise."

Jin looks at Jimin, whose eyes set on Taehyung with relief across his face. He probably wants someone to stay with him until he falls asleep..

"Alright, alright. You'll leave as soon as you're tired, but you need to sleep at a reasonable time for practice tomorrow."

Taehyung pouts. "What? We're going back to work already?"

"I know it sucks Tete, but we can't push back the award show like if it was one of our concerts. Staff will stay here with Jimin tomorrow. Two people have already volunteered." Namjoon gives him a sympathic look, wishing he could just call off work for a bit to stay with Jimin, but his request was denied.

"Okay.." Taehyung sighs. "I'll leave by midnight." He gets comfortable next to Jimin, pressing his side against Jimin. "I'll at least keep you company for now, Minnie. You try to rest, okay?"

Jimin nods, feeling comfort by Taehyung’s warmth exhaustion, hitting him hard.

"Goodnight, Jimin. I love you.." Taehyung whispers, stroking his hair until his breathing becomes slow.

"Lo..ve...you.." Jimin murmurs out slowly, already in a deep sleep.

(Oo, this is getting really long. If you want a part two, I'll continue it)

#bts boys #bts hurt/comfort #bts angst #hurt jimin #bts #bts jungkook #bts namjoon #bts fanfic #bts jhope #bts jimin #bts taehyung #bts jin #bts suga #bts sickie #bts sickfic

[tessatales]

Touch Starved ✨Thor ✨

Thor x F!Reader

Warnings: non really 🤷🏻‍♀️

Themes: touch starved (duh), golden retriever energy, Thor is sad

A/N: (completely ignore the fact I've fallen of the face of the earth for months) 😂 Hey! I’m back! Please ignore if this fic is a bit janky, i started it a while ago then only just finished it- so it may have gotten a little messy. I'm back in the swing of the thongs now though so i finish this series soon!

*Your POV*

The blinding light coming through your window alerted you to Thor’s return. It had been months since he’d last been on Earth, his Godly duties taking him everywhere but back to his friends, back to you.

Footsteps vibrated the hallways, the sound of Thor’s heavy boots getting louder as he approached his quarters. When Thor lived mainly on earth, you’d loved having your rooms so close to his, using the close proximity as an excuse to spend time with The God of Thunder.

*FLASHBACK*

….

“Hey Thunder Guy” You said with a smile, poking your head through the door. 

“Morning oh mighty Y/N” Thor replied with a grin, finishing the bow on his shoelaces before standing up.

‘You ready for our run?’ Thor asked, pushing his hands into the pockets of grey hoodie. You bit your lip, casually stepping all the way into Thor’s room to reveal you still in your Pyjamas.

“I may be running a little late…” You smiled sheepishly…

*FLASHBACK ENDS*

Your friendship had always been quick and easy with the Thunder God, with his moods always easily matching yours no matter the emotion.

It took you only a moment to realise the footfall outside had stopped short, your hypothesis only confirmed when you heard the tell tale creak of your bedroom door. Reluctantly opening your eyes, you could see the large shadow cast itself over your bedroom floor, the mixture of dull hallway light and shadow causing spots to dance in your eyes.

‘You alright bud? Spent enough time away you’ve forgotten which ones your room?’ You half joke as you sat up, attempt to yawn the sleep from your voice. Thor said nothing, his face shadowed. 

‘Thor?’ Slipping into your slippers, you wandered towards the door, staring intently at the God currently acting as your door. Once close, you knew what was wrong. You could see it in the very curve of Thor’s face.

‘Tough trip?’ You say, looking up at the God with worry. Thor stayed silent, his only action was to reach out for you, taking your small hand in his big one. You knew then that all he needed was company, words didn’t matter.

‘Let’s get ourselves a drink’ You say with a small smile, guiding Thor along with you.

*Thor POV*

Gods how Thor had missed Y/N.

Months of travelling took its toll on even the strongest of people, and Thor was no different. But it wasn’t the thousand of miles that was wearing the God down.

‘Beer?’ Y/N said, her slipper clad feet silent on the tiled floor of the compound. Thor shook his head.

‘Could you make that Midgardian drink? The hot one with the cream?’ Thor asked, grasping at the basics of the drink without finding the name.

‘Hot chocolate? Wow, really bad trip’ Y/N said, taking the two largest mugs out of the cupboard and setting them on the table before them. Thor smiled softly.

There had been several times during his many trips and battled that Thor had wished to be back on Earth. The ache in his chest growing stronger whenever he thought of his friends. He’d missed all of the Avengers little quirks, missed how they worked to efficiently in battle; but it had been Y/N’s comforting presence he’d missed most. Even in the most dire of battles, she’d always know what to say to keep your spirits up. 

“I’ve had worse.” Thor shrugged, coming back to reality as he tapped his fingers quickly against the kitchens marble island. Y/N watched the action with a worried expression. 

“F.R.I.D.A.Y. could you help me make the hot chocolate please?” Y/N whispered, acknowledging the compounds mind. 

“Of course Y/N. would you like me to alert you when the milk is ready? or shall I call a suit to make them for you?”  F.R.I.D.A.Y. said, her voice muted to avoid waking the other occupants. Y/N smiled.

“Oh a suit would be great. Please tell me when they’re done” Y/N said before turning to Thor. 

“Why ask the A-whatever to do it?” Thor asked, confused. Y/N said nothing, only taking Thor’s hand and guiding the god to the sofa. 

“We’re going to help your mood” Y/N said simply. Thor’s frown deepened. 

*Your POV*

Your not sure what put Thor to sleep, but you’re pretty sure that a combination of hot chocolate and hair fusses is deadly for even the strongest of Gods. 

While you’d waited for F.R.I.D.A.Y. to announce the drinks to be ready, you’d practically ordered Thor to place his head on your lap, the pair of you settling in on the sofa with a collective sigh. You’d started out with small talk, asking the God about the oddest things you could think of. You knew this was the best way to relax him, giving his mind something trivial to think about rather than the constant battle strategies your sure run through his head. 

After the drinks had been finished, you’d settled yourself back in the same position, the gods head back on your pyjama clad legs. Your not sure when you'd started, but somewhere in the conversation you'd began to stroke Thor’s hair, dragging your fingers through the golden locks. The God of Thunder had practically hummed in appreciation, his eyes fluttering shut as he’d spoke.

“  F.R.I.D.A.Y.?” you whisper, looking down at the now sound asleep God.

“Yes Y/N?”  F.R.I.D.A.Y. replied, her voice sounding as if the A.I was sat next to her.

“Could you get us some blankets please?” You ask, still running your fingers through Thor’s hair. 

“Of course Y/N”  F.R.I.D.A.Y. replied. as you waited for the blankets you wished silently that no matter how far Thor goes, no matter the time or the miles away from you he went; you prayed he’d always find his way back to Earth, to his friends and especially, to you. 

#avengers #avengers imagine #avengers x reader #bucky x reader #tony x reader #dr strange #dr strange x reader #bruce banner imagine #clint barton x reader #loki x y/n #thor x y/n #thor 4 #thor fanfiction #touch starved thor #touchstarvedMCU #marvel fanfiction #marvel

[morganwriteblr]

Get to know me (tag game)

I was tagged by the ever wonderful @winterandwords thanks so much! I really like the look of this one, and your answers were so good!

A scent you love?

I have a teddy called Lamby (he's a lamb) that can go in a microwave to heat up the little bead things in his tummy, and they smell like lavender. Gorgeous smell, and he's way less faffy than a hot water bottle!

What's something you're looking forward to this week?

My life is incredibly boring and I have nothing to look forward to except maybe doing some writing. I have a holiday at the end of the month (british coast for a wedding) but that's just making me really stressed.

What's a book you're currently reading?

For someone who proclaims about being a writer, I don't get a lot of reading in. I'm trying to change. I promise. The last book I was reading was The Night Stalker by Robert Bryndza (re-reading the series because he released another book for it)

What's a game you're currently playing?

I have a few games that I play on the regular: The Sims 4 (currently doing another 100 baby challenge which feels a whole lot harder now they added the infant lifestage), Final Fantasy 14 (with my beloved dragon girl), Diablo 4 (skelington army, babyyy), and Dead by Daylight (so many handsome boys and creetchurs).

What's the most recent movie you watched?

The Suicide Squad (2021). Kept expecting a Galactic Spongebob to show up (iykyk).

Are you watching anything on TV or listening to any shows?

I'm finally watching Stranger Things and I'm already at Season 3. Not as scary as I thought it was gonna be, but I guess I would've been scared of Demogorgon if I hadn't played him in DbD?? Maybe.

Favourite season?

AUTUMN. Need I say more?

Crispy leaves, hot chocolate, massive jumpers. Ignoring halloween (and all the kids) and then buying discounted chocolates and sweets the next day.

What's something you've learned recently?

This wasn't super recent but I learned right here on tumblr dot com that HRT testosterone can cause patients to just...create more blood than they need. Kinda terrifying.

Have you had any water lately?

I'm drinking some right now :)

Very gently tagging: @cabbojage ; @mundanemoongirl ; @inkcurlsandknives & @sparrowrising , and an open tag for anyone else!

#writblr tag game #tag game

[novawritesthingsss]

Sleeping Habits

Tws: fainting

[Ao3 link]

Ivy hadn't slept in days, and it was beginning to become a big problem.

(Whumptober fic! I used multiple prompts- Ive worked pretty hard on this so I hope you enjoy)

Lunar was making hot chocolate in the kitchen, thinking about her girlfriend, Ivy. She has grown quite worried for Ivy, as she's been noticing that Ivy has been up at late hours, and that she looks like she hasn't slept in a while.

She tried to make her go to sleep, but nothing worked. Ivy always ignored her attempts, no matter how direct they were. Heck, Lunar even tried giving her decaf, but Ivy simply didn't drink it, no matter what Lunar told her she would do. She just hoped Ivy at least slept today.

“Hey Luny!” She snapped out of her thoughts. “Hum? Oh, hi Sunny'' She waved at them. “Is that-'' Lunar interrupted her. “It's hot chocolate, I swear.” Sunny hummed. “Good. Glad you remembered your promise.” Lunar chuckled. “Yep, no coffee for me. I wouldn't want to face you and Kat’s ‘wrath’.” they smiled “Ha, I know. Me and Kat are so scary.” 

“I mean you kinda are, Sunny,” Nova added, entering the room. “I mean, Sunny, you're so strong. Why wouldn't one be scared of you?” Sunny scoffed. “Nova, it's not like I'm going to hurt you. Why should you be scared?.” Nova frowned. “It's not like I don't have a reason to… you know how it was back then. Anyone, even other magic users can turn on you…” Sunny tilted their head. “Is there a reason to not trust me?” Nova shrugged. “No, not really. It's just my anxiety carrying into this century.”

Nova jumped up onto the counter. “So any ideas on what we should have for breakfast.” Lunar shrugged. “Most likely pancakes. We got a lot left over, I definitely made too many yesterday.”

“You were in the pancake-making mood, what use was it to stop you? And they were good.” Sunny reminded. “Yeah, maybe even better than Kat’s!” Nova added. Lunar shrugged “I don't know guys… I didn't think they were that good-”

Thud

Lunar jumped. “What the-”

“IVY HOLY SHIT-” 

Lunar’s blood ran cold. “Kat? What happened with her-”

“Guys we need your help!” Saturn called out. The three ran into the living room. Lunar gasped “Oh no. Not again-”

“Again?! She fainted before?!” Nova cried out. The sound of their shouting made Lunar flinch “Hey Nova, I think you should-” Nova cut her off “Calm down? I can't! My sister is fucking unconscious on the couch!” Lunar sighed “We don't even know what exactly happened to her yet-”

“She fainted,” Kat stated “I think we all know why.” Nova shook her head. “Well I don't so— what happened?!” Saturn propped up Ivy, so then she was leaning on the couch. “Haven't you noticed how tired she looked? I'm sure she hasn't slept in days.” Nova frowned. “I mean I did but— she promised that she’d sleep… she lied”

“She does that a lot y'know, it's so you didn't worry about her. Her words, not mine.” Sunny added. Nova grumped. “She knows I hate that!” she took a deep breath “Is she gonna be alright— How long did it take last time— will she be ok— what happened last time— What do we-”

“Hey hey hey… Nova relax…” Lunar cooed. “What do you mean relax—” Nova was cut off by Sunny picking her up, holding her in a bridal carry. “Sunny what are you doing…!?” Sunny didn't respond. Lunar watched as Nova was carried upstairs. Once they were out of view, Lunar’s focus shifted back to Ivy.

“So do we wait or…?”

Ivy jumped awake. “Agh— my head. What just happened??” Kat sighed. “You fainted.” Ivy chuckled weakly “Oh shit. Um, sorry about that-” Saturn cut her off. “When was the last time you slept?” Ivy shrugged. “I haven't slept in days, but who's counting??” Lunar frowned. “Ivy-”

Ivy cut her off “I know, I know! Geez!” Lunar put a hand on Ivy’s shoulder, she shook it off. “Don't touch me. Leave me alone.”

“But Ivy—”

“Don't ‘Ivy’ me.” Ivy began to walk away.

Lunar reached out her hand, not wanting Ivy to leave. But it was too late.

Ivy already left the living room.

✿

“Sunny what the fuck!? Put me down!”

“Ok.” They plopped her onto her bed. Nova crossed her arms. “Why did you do that?” Sunny sighed. “So then you could calm down.” “Well I'm far from calm!”

“I know that! Will you shut up for one second!”

Nova paused. “Sorry…” Sunny tilted their head. “For what?”

“Being annoying?”

Sunny sighed “You're not being annoying it's just— can you lemme speak?” Nova nodded. “Thanks,” Sunny shifted their tone before continuing, “Look Nova. This happened before, we got this. We know what we are doing and there is no reason to worry. I get why you are worried but can you please trust us?”

Nova frowned. “I don't even know what happened last time, so how would I be able to trust you guys on that?” 

“‘Last time’, Ivy fainted in front of us. We made sure she was alive and well. We kept a closer eye on her once we found out it was out of exhaustion.”

Nova grumped. “I'm still worried…” Sunny gave Nova a smile. “She’ll be fine. Trust us.”

“Fine.”

✿

“Ivy, come on. Open up.” Lunar continued to knock on the door.

“ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT! I'll open the damn thing, just stop KNOCKING. You know I HATE that sound.”

“sorry…”

Ivy opened the door. “What is it?” Lunar rubbed her neck. “I wanna talk.” Ivy sighed. “Lemme guess. It's about earlier, isn't it?” Lunar grimaced “Yeah, it is. Ivy, can you please explain why you're not sleeping?” “Simple, nightmares. Don't wanna deal with them.”

“You know you could always come to us when they happen, right?”

Ivy shrugged. “It happens too often for that. I don't want to bother you with my feelings.” Lunar glared at her, “Ivy, that's not healthy.” 

“I know…”

“Ivy you don't gotta hide your feelings from us, you know that right?”

“I rather hide them, so then you don't worry about me.”

“Ivy, if I worry about you it's for a good reason, you should want me to worry. It means I care.”

Ivy paused. “Oh. I didn't think of it that way.” Lunar smiled at her. “Look, tonight you should sleep with me. So then if you have a nightmare, I will be right there to help you through it.”

“Fine. I'll do it. For you.”

#fainting tw #whumptober 2023 #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writing #nova writes thingss

[wtfuckevenknows]

Tag 10 People You Want to Know Better

Thanks for the tag @bonheur-cafe @noxsoulmate @beautifulhigh @celeritas2997

Relationship Status: Happily single, enjoying my independence 💖

Song Stuck in my Head: End of the Night by Johnny Manuel

Last Song I Listened To: Life is Worth Living by Justin Bieber 🙈 (playlist on shuffle)

Last Thing I Googled: my GPs opening times (which I actually know, I just wanted to check) 😅

Three Favourite Foods: Strawberries, Mousse au Chocolate, anything potato or bread (I'm German, okay?!)

Dream Trip: New Zealand (fuck Covid, because it was supposed to happen in 2021) or Iceland

Anything I Want Right Now: the chocolate chip cookies that are still too hot to eat, summer break and to not be in pain anymore

If you could be any animal, what would you be and why? I'd be a cat (shocker) because I could just lie around and sleep all day 😂

Would you rather have the power to read minds or fly? Fly 💯💯💯 We all know I travel too much, and not having to pay airfare?! Bloody brilliant!!!!!

PS. The ou in favorite drives me mad 🫠🫠🫠

Fashionably late to the party as always 😬 (unlike my very German punctual self irl) and not having a clue who's done this already, so feel free to ignore me. Tagging @paperstorm @bubblesandroses8 @goodways @loveconquersall @lire-casander @three-drink-amy @heartstringsduet and anyone who hasn't been tagged and wants to do it!

#tag game #thanks for the tag!

[jihyoscrown]

Hell in Heaven | S.C.Y

Chapter 5: Hope I don't get kidnapped (smau + written)

Wk: 379

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You put your phone away in your bag, a smile still on your face from your friends' comments. They definitely knew how to make you relax and calm down when nervous. Of course, you're still a little nervous, but not as much as earlier.

You push open the door of the unfamiliar cafe, a small ding ringing through the place. As soon as you step in, you're hit with the comforting smell of freshly baked goods, paired with the sound of soft music and chatter. The combination strikes you with a childhood memory of going out with your parents to a cafe in town, but you quickly shake it away. No need to dwell on that now.

"Y/N!" Chaeyoung calls you and you turn to the sound of her voice. Sitting at a table in the corner, Chaeyoung has her computer out and two cups of warm drinks set up.

You take a seat beside her and smile, picking up your hot chocolate and taking a sip. The warm liquid fills your body instantly, comfort flowing from the warmth paired with the chocolate taste.You take your computer from your bag, and look up at Chaeyoung.

"Do you wanna create the document or should I?" You ask, pulling up your gmail and Google Docs — unsure which you'll need.

"I can, I already have a blank doc up. What's your email?"

"[email protected]" she smiles and types it in, and a few minutes later your gmail dings with the notification.

The two of you get to work, planning and outlining your project so you have less to do in the coming weeks.

You don't realize how late it's getting until your phone begins to ring, snapping you out of your stupor. Checking to see who it is, your eyes widen when you notice your mom is calling. You pick up and assure her you'll be home really soon, packing up your bag as you do.

Once you hang up, you turn to Chaeyoung. "I'm sorry, my mom wants me home for dinner. We can meet up again next week to work?"

She nods and waves as you rush out of the cafe. While walking home, you try to ignore the funny feeling in your stomach from her gaze.

A/N: accidentally deleted this draft right before posting when I had to edit a photo because of a spelling error I am going to SCREAM

A/N pt 2: if you saw this get published a few minutes ago no you didn't, usually I have things in drafts so there's a save button instead of a post button

Summary: Getting paired up with a new girl for a project isn't bad. Until your partner notices that something is up and begins to unravel everything you thought was set in stone. Moving back to your old city after years away, the first thing that happens is you get paired up with Chaeyoung for a project. When chaeyoung discovers that you're hiding something, she is determined to find out what it is that's making you seem so out of it. She is determined to find out what your hell is, so she can be your heaven.

Taglist: @hearteyes4khloe @sunootonin @straydestiny @zeawkwardpterodactyl

Send an ask to be added!

#rileys works #rileys smau #rileys writing #twice smau #stray kids smau #red velvet smau #kep1er smau #kpop smau #smau #twice x you #twice x y/n #twice x reader #hyunjin smau #Hell in Heaven💖

[pacifymebby]

do you have any advice for dealing with an eating disorder when you live alone? when i lived with family i couldn't get away with not eating at least one proper meal a day. now i live on my own i find it hard to hold myself accountable sometimes and struggle to find the motivation to eat properly. sorry if this is triggering in any way, ignore this if it's too much 💌

I think from my experience the best thing to do is to not hold yourself to too high a standard. Do what you can.

My absolute best bit of advice is to use protein shakes. Something like huel or proteinworks.

Now I don't mean live off them or have them every day, but what I do is keep a packet of the meal replacement powder in my cupboard at all times because it's a lowcal shake that actually is as nutritious as eating a meal. When I relapse I fall back on these things and they help me through the lowest stage.

In terms of when ur not fully in a relapse and just generally struggling this is what I do:

🐻 Have lots of little snack food in. If you've gotta graze throughout the day rather than set big meals then bestie u graze. I keep things like flapjacks, pitta bread/houmous, biscuits, cereal, banana, nectarines, nuts, baby bells, yoghurt just in my house so I can eat them when I'm hungry bc so often ill be hungry but panicky about eating a meal, or too depressed to cook a meal so I just have stuff like that.

🌾 When you feel good bulk cook pasta/curry/soup whatever to fridge and freeze so that if you have a depression phase you don't have to cook you just have to reheat or defrost. I do this a lot because I have long lasting depressions.

🐻 Talk to someone when you're struggling!!! If you have someone to talk to that you trust you can tell them you're having a bit of a rough time, you don't have to go into detail but I often find that eds are very shame/isolating kinda things and that you get trapped in a cycle of shame and disappointment /fear and then when you "confess" to struggling (I say that bc for me it litterally feels like I'm confessing to a crime) suddenly the cycle is broken and everything else gets a little easier.

🌾 Find things to do whilst you're eating that positive reinforce mealtime. I watch shows I like or phone B whilst I'm eating my tea and it means I'm not stressing about the meal when I'm eating. I stay on the phone or occupied until the full feeling goes away too.

🐻 Just be gentle with yourself, eat what you can when you can, you don't have to have a set routine where you eat three meals a day, j very rarely eat three planned meals a day. Like today for example I didn't eat breakfast because I had work and was late, but when I got to work I had coffee and a flapjack, and then later I had little snacks throughout the day (like some baby bells a cereal bar and whatever) then when I got home I phoned my dad and was cooking pasta whilst on the phone and I had that. I'll probs snack before bed tonight because I'm not really in a bad patch atm.

🌾 HYDRATION IS KEY and I don't mean drink lots of water, I mean indulge in juice, smoothies, hot chocolate, tea, milkshakes whatever. I genuinely drink so many milky drinks in a day and when I'm relapsed these are probs life savers. I always have a hot milky drink at bed time and I always start my day with a milk heavy coffee. You feel warm and generally good. Also shit like caprisuns because they make you feel smol haha

🐻 Try not to view living on your own as something which makes everything harder, try and view it as a freedom to heal and be yourself in your own space. You haven't got anyone judging you, you haven't got other people's standards to live up to. You can eat at whatever time you like, you can make choices about meals. So much of an Ed is about control and actually living alone gives you freedom and control to make your own choices. I've found that living alone this last year has helped me a lot in this sense, I may suffer relapses and I may really struggle but I have independence to take the situation into my own hands and look after myself the way I know I need to be looked after.

🌾 For real just look yourself in the mirror every day and be like nah I'm okay, I'm fine, I do not need to change. I'm gonna have a good day and be happy.

🐻 Also I find we relapse often when our lives are emptier, it's something to fall back on and fill ourselves up with (ironically) so find things you enjoy and spend your time doing that stuff, contact your friends and try to see them more, try and build a life for yourself beyond your ED and that will help. It's similar to grief like, it doesn't go away but over time you give it less and less space in your life and you build new bits of life which take up your time and space and you just heal naturally. It takes effort but I do think this is a big step.

I don't mean massive hobbies either, my things are literally just swimming and writing/reading. Maybe taking myself for a walk, going to the pub with my pals. That's literally it. But it's enough combined with work and having to run my house that I feel like I have a fuller life and I rely less and less on my ED as a crutch.

I hope this helps lovely.

Also if you don't have anyone to talk to when you're struggling, I'll be your person, you can message me whenever x

[nursyahrinalbs]

Until We Meet Again

***

The arrival of the early morning rain brought back memories that I had tried to forget.

I remember our first meeting. You entered my cafe to find shelter due to the sudden rain that night. You grumbled about the rain and caused the clothes you were wearing to get a little wet, I remember you looked so adorable when you were grumbling a little at that time. You immediately sat on a cafe customer's chair to take a breath because you were tired of running around avoiding the rain. Because I'm so busy watching you, I ignored the customer who wanted to order in front of me.

"Excuse me, sir, hello? sir?"

"Ah sorry, can I help you?" I said when I realized the customer was standing in front of me.

"I would like to order 1 American with a little sugar and 1 coffee latte and also 5 pieces of cookies"

"Alright, the total is 12 dollars. Please wait and thank you for ordering."

After serving the customer in front of me, you suddenly appeared and stood in front of me and wanted to order too.

"Excuse me, I'd like to order a hot chocolate drink and a slice of tiramisu cake." You said. I was pensive looking at you standing in front of me. My heart was beating faster than usual. Because you were surprised to be noticed, you immediately waved your hand in front of me.

"Hello sir, excuse me can I order something?" You said while waving your hand in front of my face.

"Oh god, sorry I was daydreaming. Sure, I-I remember you wanted to order a hot chocolate drink and a slice of tiramisu cake, right?" I said nervously because I was caught looking at you.

"Haha relax, it's okay, right, I want to order that." You say with a chuckle. Seeing you laugh makes me smile because I see your beautiful little laugh.

"Okay, the total is 9 dollars and please wait a moment. We will prepare it soon" I said again while noting the purchase.

"Thank you." You said while handing over the money and immediately returning to your seat.

The clock strikes 11 pm and the cafe is about to close and the customers have started to leave, I look outside and the rain doesn't seem to want to stop. I see you still sitting in your chair and looking at the outside window which is wet from the raindrops. All the empty tables have been cleared, only your table is left that I haven't cleared because you are still there. With strong determination and a fast-beating heart, I come to you.

"Emm miss, sorry our cafe will be closing soon but if you still want to wait for something no problem we will close a little late tonight." I said.

"Oh my, I'm so sorry. It's still raining hard outside and if I insist on going home I'll get wet. It's also my fault for not remembering to bring an umbrella in this rainy weather" You said regretfully.

"No problem, you can use my umbrella. Incidentally here I have 2 umbrellas. You can use one of them" I said while offering it.

"Is that okay? Sorry for the trouble, I'll return it soon." You said.

"No, just take it and there's no rush to return it." I say with a reassuring smile.

"Thank you very much sir." You say as you prepare to leave.

"You're welcome." I say as I watch you leave the cafe and wish in my heart that we could meet again. I continue cleaning your table and find a book with your name on it.

4 days later, at 2 p.m. I was still hoping to see you here. However, nothing. You still haven't been coming even though the sun had started to set. I planned to close the cafe early today because I was going to the supermarket. While walking, I made a turn to stop by the bookstore not far from my cafe.

Luckily, I saw you there in the middle of choosing a book. With haste and reckless capital, I approached you and greeted "Hi, sorry, Metara Winasya right?

Hearing your name mentioned you immediately looked at me while confused.

"Yes, why?" You reply in a soft tone.

I took out a book from my bag which made you surprised.

"I want to give you this, that time you accidentally left it in my cafe" I answered while explaining my intention of suddenly approaching you and you responded with that sweet smile again.

"Wow, thank you. I was looking for this from yesterday I thought this book disappeared. And it so happens that you are here, I also want to return your umbrella, sorry, I can only return it now," you said while returning the umbrella.

I nodded in understanding "You're welcome, it's okay, I also told you not to rush to return it"

"As a thank you, I will treat you today and I do not accept refusals. I'm Metara Winasya, you can call me Meta"

"I'm Brian Aarav, you can call me Brian. You don't have to bother treating me" I said awkwardly.

"Eyy, no problem this is my thank you for helping me so much. let's go" you said as you pulled my hand and left the bookstore.

After eating and drinking, the sky had darkened, the sun that was about to set had changed to the moon, and stars scattered in the sky. You agreed to my invitation to take you home because our houses are in the same direction but before that, we walked a little to my cafe where I still put my bike there. At first, you refused my invitation to take you home but with a little coercion from me and you agreed and we walked through the streets on a cold night. After arriving in front of your yard, I proposed that we exchange contacts for easy communication from there we started to get along with each other.

Several times met at my cafe with you who often visit to do your campus assignments and you always greet me kindly. Sometimes you accompany me until the cafe closes and invite me to take a night walk.

It's been 1 month since we got to know each other, I wanted to tell you how I felt all this time. But the feeling of fear was always present that you would reject me. Tonight I was confident, to be honest about my feelings and take you on a date to a movie theater and a restaurant that wasn't too fancy. My friend said that this restaurant was visited by many young people who were dating. When I told you how I felt, I was grateful that you accepted my feelings for you and said that you had the same feelings for me. Happy feelings overtook me and reflexively I hugged you and you replied while laughing at my behavior.

4 months later, we started dating more often on weekends. While we were dating you never demanded many things from me. You even said "I'm happy to be able to date you even though it's only on a motorcycle by using this I can hug you during the trip" then I blushed hearing your words.

On Saturday afternoon, I picked you up from campus. At first, you refused but I still wanted to pick you up. during the trip, you complained about today's tiring campus activities.

"Brian, I'm really annoyed because I'm already tired of doing papers and then I gave my group mate an assignment to do his part. Then I asked him earlier but he replied that he forgot to do it even though it was an assignment by today's collection" you said while frowning.

"So, what about your assignment? So it's still collected?" I asked Meta.

"It's still collected anyway, I forced him to do it today too before the deadline," Meta said.

"Already, don't be upset anymore, you'll lose your beauty. Let's just eat ice cream to lose your irritation?" I offered Meta.

"Hihi, come on. I want to eat vanilla-flavored ice cream." Meta said excitedly

*Ice cream shop

Brian and Meta were so busy eating the ice cream in front of them or rather Meta who was eager to eat it. Brian just looked at Meta who was eating ice cream with a smile that could not be separated from his lips. Brian realized that the happiest days in his life happened a lot after Brian knew Meta in his life. What used to be his life was only opening the cafe until late at night and returning home if he had time, he would work on his thesis. They have lived through many things over the past few months, from the random stories that Meta and Brian tell. Meta's story complains about the many tasks she has to do. Likewise, Brian tells stories about very annoying cafe customers. Brian always supports Meta in everything and never lets Meta feel that he doesn't deserve to be loved. Brian's world seemed to revolve only around Meta and thanks alone would probably not be enough to express gratitude for being reunited with Meta.

"I love you Meta." I said suddenly. Instantly Meta's cheeks turned pink due to blushing at my words.

"I love you more Brian Aarav." Meta replied with a sweet smile.

Ah, Meta, I have said many times that your smile makes you look sweet many times over.

"Brian, thank you for always being there for me and listening to all my complaints without complaining. You also don't hesitate to tell me your grievances, I will be ready to hear you." Meta said while looking at me.

"I should have said that to you Meta. Come on, tell me what you're going through, don't keep it to yourself. I will always be your loyal story listener," I said to myself.

Meta, you are kind and caring. Without you realizing it, you are the reason for me to survive and live my life and dreams. Although maybe, your life path is harder than mine. But you still try to help and understand me.

When I'm tired of many things you always welcome me with your warm embrace and encourage me. Not forgetting your warm jokes that make me feel entertained. Meta, everything about me you always understand.

Therefore, I almost lost my entire soul when I received news about you so suddenly at 2 am. My phone wouldn't stop ringing and I woke up from my sleep and came to my senses as I stared at the phone screen displaying your sister's name. I had a bad feeling, my heart felt like it was going to burst when I picked up the phone your sister's voice was heard shaking and holding back tears and telling me to go to the hospital immediately. When I got there, I was shocked to see you lying unconscious on a hospital bed with medical equipment on your body trying to hold your life from death.

Meta, you once told me that you would always be by my side and accompany me through the tiring days until we were both successful. Then, why did you choose to leave without saying goodbye to me for the last time?

Now, I mourn your departure which leaves sadness and sorrow in my life at the end of October. The relentless rain that has been pouring down since last night seems to support the atmosphere of my sadness over your departure. Even the sky is saddened by the departure of someone as good as you, Meta. I held tightly the last letter you wrote to me before your left. Your mother gave it to me saying that before you lost consciousness, you wrote this letter to me. You said I must be happy. How can I live happily if my happiness is you.

Meta, I haven't had the chance to say thank you for your presence in my life. I also haven't had the chance to say that I love you a million times. I haven't said that you're an amazing person and able to make people around you happy. Including me.

Losing you has never been on my mind and I haven't prepared myself to face that reality. So, now how can I be stoic about your passing? If one of the lights of my life is dimmed and gone from my life forever.

The places we always went together, now I just go alone. The staff at the ice cream shop we used to frequent asked me where you were because he only saw me coming alone now. Now, all I feel is emptiness and profound loneliness. You are no longer within my reach. Now you have gone to a distant place that is difficult for me to reach and never come back.

Metara Winasya, please allow me to let you go with the sad ceiling and the rain that never stops falling soaking the earth. I have accepted the fact that humans are essentially coming and going. Nothing lasts forever.

And for our first meeting, I will always keep it beautiful. Now, I hate the rain because it reminds me of you, my love. For all the raindrops that soaked the earth and for all the time we spent together. I love you Metara Winasya. Until we meet again at an unknown time, my love.

[jocy-diaries]

07-10-2022

Day Nineteen: Florence

So we had DnD early this morning and I'm coming to terms with the fact that when that happens, I just sleep all day until 12. I hate it, but it's four for four now. It's also making me realize how restricted my schedule is because of DnD. Like at home it makes sense because I don't go anywhere at night. But here I could have gone to the clubs or something. And the game was weeeeird. We got our two new characters and one of them is weeeeird. But the players are having fun so I can't argue much. I feel bad because everyday that I have DnD now since it's so early in the morning I grumble to myself 'How many more times do I have to do this??' And it takes me a whole hour to get truly awake.

I had the weirdest dream today too. I was in a pseudo cult? Like everyone around me was in it so you literally couldn't exist without being in the cult and joining on in their conversations, so i did. I ended up being part of one gang that was Dumplings (fuck the empenadas gang) and you couldn't touch the person's leg, it was an offensive gesture to be reprimanded through service and labor. But ohmygod one of the leaders did this gross experiment where the 'prophecy' said that a dog would be cut open, we would drink it's blood, and then it would be brought back to life. He did it with a toy dog and brought out a mixed drink for all of us to drink. I asked about bringing the toy dog back to life but he ignored me. There were also these *delicious* chocolate crepes. And I had bought a house but kept it mostly empty and my bus driver gave me shit about it because he knew I had bought it under a pseudonym and my neighbors wanted to be nice and throw me a housewarming party IN MY HOUSE so they broke in and did that. Freaking ridiculous.

Bro I'm hungry. I kinda wanna be home so I could just. Drive or get Doordash whenever I wanted instead of walking through the hot sun. Summer is just Not the tome to travel to new places. I think I'll do all of my exploration in Spring and Autumn from now on. It's so hot and I hate it cuz it makes me not wanna go anywhere.

It's so funny. We had a whole discussion last night about how we wished we were rich, and then the one rich girl said she wishes she was rich too and it's like. Bruh. You work for your dad's insurance firm for fun and ask them for money whenever you run out and your boyfriends buy you whatever you want and when we talk about a place you say "My parents parents a condo there" like bro. You ARE. Anyhow, I may be petty. Realizing that 13 year Olds and 21 year Olds are doing this trip means that they're probably having their parents pay for it while I'm here working myself and paying for this trip. It makes me feel a bit. Lesser. And of course I don't like that. Plus they're all so pretty and I can't be without my makeup which doesn't help.

We were supposed to go to the place where they shot Call Me By Your Name today but everyone woke up too late and was too tired. And I hurried to dress up and everything lol My back really hurts from yesterday though. Too many rock hits. And too much bad swimming. I did wash my hair in a very loose natural way though, so I hope it's okay. And it was really just letting water run through it instead of fully washing it with shampoo. I hope that's okay. I'm also realizing that the skin on my legs is weird... No matter how much Lotion I put on it it's never soft and supple. It's always stretchy and taugh, fish like. Or burn victim like. I don't like it. Especially with all the dark Strawberry legs dots.

I'm following a lot of the people here on Instagram now so I'm gonna have to set some privacy sorry reels lol And I have so many stories to get through... And stuff to send my parents too! Goodness it's a lot. And I'm so hungry.

One thing that annoys me about my roommates (and I know they're not on Tumblr so I can bitch) is that they really only cook for themselves, even when we have guests that they cook for themselves only and eat by themselves only. I had to ask our guest if she wanted to go out to eat since they didn't bother asking her, and mid way through us deciding where we would eat she interrupted to ask about the tickets for the trip they'd be taking. I usually don't like her type. And I can't be sure I entirely do. But I also can't help but be in awe of her a little. I walked our guest to the bus station afterwards and went shopping. I don't think I'll be going with them to the island trip though. I'll be on my period so it wouldn't be fun for me. I will keep it to go with my friend later~ ;)

#dear diary #july 2022 #travel #italy 2022 #florence #07.10.2022

[amive2567]

Ingredients: Kenma Kozume x !GN Reader

Contains: streamer Kenma, OOC Kenma, insecure Kenma, bad cooking, not proof read, reverse comfort,

Words: 958

Type of order: hot chocolate (fluff), small pumpkin-spice late (cofort), Cupcake (Oneshot)

Note: 255465 yen are about 2000 Euros/US-Dollar

Masterlist

It was actually a joke when he said that for a 255465 yen donation, he would do a cooking stream. Never had he thought anyone would spend so much money on it. When the donation came in, Kenma could only stare at the screen.

"A cooking stream sounds nice. I hope you won't burn down the kitchen Omegalol" read the google voice out loud. He wanted to smack his head against a wall. "Why do you have so much money?" he asked the anonymous donator rhetorically. His heart pounded against his chest as he double-checked the donation, not that a troll would make fun of him. Unfortunately, it was true. "To be honest it was a joke, my s/o will kill me if I ruin their kitchen. I will pay it back, but thank you very much anon."

Fan13: "Nah, you said this, and you have to do it."

MiyaTwinsAreHot: "´There is no way back now."

FurryFan: "Welp, you brought yourself into this situation. Now you have to take action."

He sighed but gave in to the chat and the incredible donation. "Alright, but you have to wait until tomorrow. I have to install the setup in the kitchen first and then we can cook. Any special wishes?" The chat exploded with ideas and food recommendations. It happened so fast that Kenma had to put the chat into subscriber-only mode. "Woa, ok guys. I guess I have enough recommendations. Thanks." he said and read through the chat.

Taking notes on what to cook on a sticky note you left on his desk a few days ago, telling him to drink enough water. "Should we continue after this incredible donation? Once again thank you. I still can't believe that someone would spend so much money on some lousy cooking stream." He went back to his game and proceeded as normal, but the thought about cooking in front of millions of people made him nervous.

On the next day, he stood in the kitchen, waiting for the people to join his stream. "Hello, everyone. So as promised, we are having a cooking stream today. I picked out a three-course menu to make it more embarrassing for me. We will start with cold soba with a wasabi dip, a recommendation by @shotolover123. After that, we will have Katsudon with rice. A recommendation by @leafygreen. And last but not least we will have an apple pie, which got recommended pretty often. I am grateful for that, but to be honest, I would have picked it anyway." He giggled a bit, and the chat, or rather only the fangirls went wild.

Kudzukenlover2013: His giggle is so cute, his partner is so lucky.

KenIsMine: I want to cuddle him so bad.

KenKenismyjoy: He is so adorable. You should grin more often Ken-Ken.

He tried to ignore the fangirls, and focus on his cooking but then a special name popped up in the stream and he smiled even more.

Catma: He should smile more often. His smile is as rare as he drinks water.

"Well catma, if it satisfies you, I drank a bottle of water today." His cheeks turned a bit pink as his smile grew wider. "Well we should start, don't you think?" With that, he started to get the ingredients out of the cupboard and the fridge.

Catma: Don't burn down the kitchen.

"I hope I won`t." he nervously chuckled.

A few hours later and he found himself struggling. "I didn't sign up for this to be this bad." he half laughed and cried. He managed to somehow burn his Katsudon. Kenmas fans could see his struggles, some tried to give him tips, but others just laughed at him.

The front door opened, and you stepped into your medium-sized flat. "I'm home," you shouted and took off your shoes. "Welcome home, dove." You smelled the burned food and wrinkled your nose. "What are you doing? It kinda smells," you asked while you put your key and bag away. "Err, well I'm cooking." You're eyes widened. Kenma and cooking are two things you never believed you would hear in one sentence. You loved him dearly, but Kenma was the worst at cooking. Your eyes widened surprised. "How is it going?" "Quiet bad, I somehow burned everything. Sorry 'bout that." You needed to suppress a chuckle. He locked so hopelessly, so small in this big kitchen. "It's alright, I will carry you." You put on an apron and started fixing this mess.

The meal was finished after hours of cooking, failing, nearly crying, and swearing. "I think you did great at the end." "Y/N you did almost everything. I only caused a mess." He looked to the ground avoiding your graze, and the camera. A reassuring smile spread across your face, as you hugged him. "Love, you don'T have to be good at everything. I think the people out there liked it. There are no perfect people in the world, everyone has their strengths and weaknesses. You may suck at cooking but you're great at gaming, at quick thinking, being attentive, and you're the most amazing boyfriend ever." You kissed his forehead , his head turned beet red. He tried to hide his face in the crook of your neck. While you two were in your own little world the chat exploded with emotes, and messages.

JojoTiger: "Tbh, I needed to hear those words too. Could I rent you s/o for a day, so they can tell me such things?

Ken-Ken-Lover: This is soo sweet. I love (Insert your ship name)

ForReal78: "I mean yeah it's cute, but have you seen the dirty dishes. Man, I'm so glad I don't have to clean this up."

Everyone: @ForReal78 You destroyed the moment

#ami writes #late night writing #haikyuu #kenma kozume #streamer kenma kozume #streamer kenma #kozume kenma #kenma x reader #kenma x y/n #kozume x reader #kenma kozume x reader #kenma kozume x y/n #haikyuu fluff #kenma fluff #haikyuu x reader #cooking #haikyuu timeskip #haikyu #kenma reverse comfort #i hope the tags work

[ravixen]

Could I request for a part 2 of shy so kissing them first for the 95z + Jun to complete the 96liners? Thank you :) it was the cutest!!

svt + shy!s/o making the first move (pt 2)

➔ reaction || requested || shy!y/n

➔ warnings: alcohol mention in seungcheol's || 1009 words ➔ notes: fluff ; yes, of course you can get a part 2!! you all ask for such cute scenarios. naturally, the writing's going to be cute, too. it's been harder for me to write lately, but i just have to kick myself out of this rut. if you liked this, pls reblog!

SEUNGCHEOL: despite what he claims, he absolutely thrives off of being spoiled, especially by you, so he's always trying to get you to kiss him first. it's not like you're not affectionate with him. you hold his hand and lean on his shoulder in public, but any more than that and you want to be swallowed by the earth. he, on the other hand, swears you're giving him crumbs and will whine about it forever, even if he checks your expression afterwards to make sure you know he's joking. half-joking, at least. either way, kisses are absolutely off the table. that's why you're so flabbergasted by this stranger's forwardness. they could blame it on the alcohol — no one's completely sober at this party right now — but that doesn't excuse the way they're hanging off seungcheol's arm, trying to push chocolate past his lips. they're laughing and saying something about it being tasty, but he ignores them, making eye contact with you over their head. you don't know what your face looks like, but it's enough for him to shove past the stranger and rush up to you. "you alright?" he smooths a palm over your cheek. "i'm fine. are you? you're the one who was—" you clamp your mouth shut. why is it so easy for someone to give your boyfriend more attention than you? maybe you can blame the alcohol, too. you pull him to you and press a soft kiss to his cheek, grip tightening on his shirt as he stumbles. he's grinning at you under the dim party lights. "hey, you missed."

JEONGHAN: for a person infamous for being lazy, he tries awfully hard for you, and you're not the only one who notices. the boys are always clapping your shoulder for getting any effort from jeonghan, and you smile fondly back because they're right in a way. you're lucky; no matter how much he complains, he always takes the first step and holds his hand out, head tilted as he beckons for you. it's this appreciation that runs through your heart as you watch him come back with your cafe order, tray loaded with two mugs of hot chocolate and all the pastries you had your eye on. "thanks for ordering," you murmur, twisting the napkin in your lap. you're okay with ordering at familiar places, but new menus make your revert to hiding behind his back. "of course." standing by your seat, he sets a mug and an empty plate in front of you. "is this okay? you want more whipped cream?" you mutter a reply that he can barely hear. he leans down. "hm? what'd you say?" you take that moment to peck his cheek before busying yourself with mixing your drink. "i said it's fine." he pauses but recovers faster than you expected, clearing his throat and settling into his chair. he continues the conversation and doesn't mention what just happened, which you're thankful for, but in the quiet pauses, his lips quirk into a smile that he quickly tamps down.

JOSHUA: he's very gentle with your shyness. in the beginning, whenever he did anything like hold your hand, he'd ask first, and of course your response was always yes. as you both figured out what was okay and what wasn't, you realized that — regardless of how much time passes — you'll always be too shy to kiss him first. and he's okay with that, he really is. saying that he doesn't expect much from you sounds harsh, but it just means that he doesn't want you to feel obligated about something you're not comfortable with. a horrible tease about it, though lmfao he'll do these unnecessary things like grabbing the tv remote or sniffing at your shampoo to get close to your face, and when you're scrunching your face in embarrassment, thinking that he'll kiss you, he pulls back with a grin. so today, as you sit on the kitchen counter and he reaches around you for the ladle, already laughing under his breath at your reaction, you find the spark of courage to close the distance and kiss his cheek. there's suddenly metal clattering behind you as he drops the ladle, and the next thing you know, his arms are on either side of your waist. "oh? what's gotten into my baby today?" you're trying to duck under his arms, but he won't budge. "you don't think you get to escape after pulling a fast one, do you?"

JUNHUI: in all honesty, he doesn't care that you never make the first move. he's never even noticed until someone brought it up once, asking if he felt bothered by it, and he just shrugged because the outcome's the same regardless of whoever starts it — why sweat the details? so while he doesn't care, you're the one self-conscious about it. every time you try apologizing or explaining yourself, he'll do his grandpa impression until your serious mood dissipates and you're left chuckling at his bad jokes. out of everyone, i think he's the most likely to avoid having this conversation with you because it's not an issue, and the fact that you want to talk about it will make it an issue. it becomes a one-sided thing on your end, a personal goal to kiss him first eventually, and when you tell him this, he'll remind you that he'll look forward to it, but again! it's okay if you don't!! because he's anticipating it, the only way to surprise him is to kiss his cheek while he's asleep. when you find him on his couch one afternoon, taking a nap in the sunlight while cookies bake in the oven, you figure it's time. there's no witnesses and he looks so serene in his fluffy blanket, you can't help the swelling in your chest. tip-toeing over to the couch, you press a kiss to his forehead and jump back as his eyes blink open. his smile is hazy with sleep, but his hands reach out to pull you into his lap.

#caratwritersclub #caratsnetwork #thesvttown #a&mlibrary #seventeen scenarios #seungcheol scenarios #scoups scenarios #jeonghan scenarios #joshua scenarios #junhui scenarios #jun scenarios #g: svt #m: seungcheol #m: jeonghan #m: jisoo #m: junhui #t: reaction #s: request #anonymous #ravixen