#like i really want to door dash a coffee and a pastry but i can't :c

[delulu4anime]

Maniac

Ch 18 ➧A Little Busy

Pairings ➧ᴇɴᴇᴍʏ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ!ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ ɢᴏᴊᴏ x ᴄʜᴜʙʙʏ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Summary ➧ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴇɴ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴠᴏɪᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴏɴᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ɪᴛ ᴜɴᴀᴠᴏɪᴅᴀʙʟᴇ. ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴɪᴀᴄ ɪꜰ ʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴᴋꜱ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜰᴀʟʟ ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ.

Trigger Warnings ➧ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ���ᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ ʜᴇʀᴇ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪꜱ ɴᴏ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ.

Word Count ➧2.3ᴋ+

Taglist ➧@lady-of-blossoms @dekusdante @fortunatelyfurrygiver @birbwithhat @whippedbyikemen @sleepykittyenergy @i-love-ateez @choppersworlds-blog @emochosoluvr @linaaeatsfamilies @sexys-archives @stxrlingpearl @swoozleee @lanii-i @ratedrrrr (ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛᴀɢɢᴇᴅ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʟᴍᴋ❣︎)

It had been a week and a half since Suguru took you lunch and you didn't realize how much you enjoyed his company. Since then he had decided to stay in town longer since he currently was working from his laptop. He often set up in the cafe but on a few occasions he had to go into town to meet other designers he was collaborating with. On the few days he had to head into town he stopped by in the morning times because he insisted that you were the only one that knew how to make his coffee just right so he couldn't imagine going anywhere else. It had also been a week and a half since you had told Satoru you needed to think things over. Once Emi came back you told her everything that happened and you watched her psychically short circuit; the only advice she could offer was to be careful. It was moments like these that everything slipped away and you just focused on work.

"Hey pretty." Suguru said. The apples of his cheeks pushing his round glasses farther up the bridge of his nose.

"Hey Ru. I didn't realize you wore glasses." You smiled back as you started to make his usual coffee order that you memorized by heart. A flat white with a dash of honey and extra packets of sugar.

"I've been so busy with the next season coming that I forgot to order my contacts." He pouted as he pushed a few stray hairs out of his line of vision.

"Really? I think it suits you well," You say as you place the to go cup on the counter and grab a pastry you'd be saving for him. "You look handsome." You say as you watch his lips curve into a smirk. He reached over and gave your cheek a pinch.

"You still thinking things over with him?" He says as his touch lingered on your cheek just a moment longer before he dropped his hand to grab hold of the cup that looked almost miniature in his grasp. You glare at him and he chuckles.

"Don't push your luck Ru. Now get to work before you're late. I don't want you calling me after work again blaming me for your co-workers fussing at you." You tease.

"Alright, alright. How much do I owe you today pretty?"

"On the house today. I'm in a good mood." You say as you shove your hands in your apron pockets.

"Couldn't be in a good mood because of me now?" He mocked and you groaned. "I owe you one. Call you after work?" Suguru called out as he made his way to the exit and you nodded your head.

You watched him leave the cafe only to have your attention torn away when you heard Emi whistle behind you. You quickly turn around as her gaze was fixed on the door Suguru had just left out of.

"Don't tell my husband but I always thought he was so hot." Emi whispered as if Kento could hear her all the way from his office. You try to hold it in but you can't help the laughter that falls from you.

"It's so weird to hear Mrs. Nanami talk about anyone but her husband that way. You've been too obsessed with Kento to notice anyone else." You tease and that earns you a playful hit on the form arm.

"You're going to sit here and deny the fact he is gorgeous ." She says and you shrug your shoulders. She narrows her eyes at you.

"What? He's gorgeous is that what you want me to say?"

"Actually what I want to know is what the hell is going on with your love life lately. Satoru's babbling about how you finally unblocked his number the other day and responded to his good morning message. While you have Suguru stopping by every single morning just for coffee? Yeah right." Emi said which caused you to let out a long sigh.

"Emi I have no idea. I'm so confused on what to do. Part of me wants to forgive and move on while another part of me doesn't trust him. Getting back into something with no trust can only end messy. Plus Suguru coming out of nowhere complicates things."

"It's your decision in the end but maybe it's time to consider moving on. I mean Suguru seems interested and there isn't history between you like there is with Satoru." Emi admits as she turns her back to the door and leans against the counter. She crosses her arms over her chest and looks down at her shoes.

"But what am I suppose to tell Satoru? 'Hey, I thought about this a lot and I can't worry if Hina is going to keep popping up in our relationship. She's adamant about getting you back and maybe I should just let her win. By the way your ex-best friend and I have been spending time together.' I don't think that would go over well." You say as you run your hand over your face.

"You're right, it probably won't go over well." Someone spoke up which caused you and Emi to jump and looked to see Satoru and Kento standing behind you.

"Shit! You guys scared us." Emi said as she grabbed onto her t-shirt and looked between you and Satoru.

"We are talking about this whether you want to or not after your shift." Satoru sternly says before turning on his heel and heading back out of the cafe. You felt your shoulders slouch in defeat at what just happened.

"Well that was unexpected." Kento offered up which caused you to groan.

"You think?" You snap back.

"Hey, no need to lash out at me. You're the one that's been leading him on for the past week." Kento said but you could tell by his facial expression he regretted what he said immediately.

"I've been leading him on for the past week? Try being lead on for the last ten fucking years," You said as you glared at him. You knew he didn't mean it but the anxiety began to eat away at the part of your brain that cared. "So how dare you try to make it my fault as if your friend isn't the problem." You say as you turn to make your way to the back of the cafe.

"Nice one Ken." You heard Emi say before you hide yourself away in the bathroom.

Once the door was closed and locked you stared at yourself in the reflection of the mirror; An unhappy you staring right back. You didn't mean to snap at Kento you truly didn't but you didn't expect Satoru to be right there when you were confessing things you had been thinking about over the past week. Satoru was right. Things needed to get worked out tonight. The next few hours after Satoru stopped by dragged on and you absentmindedly chewed on your nails. You were still unsure about what you wanted to do.

"Emi did you see the way he looked at me?" You softly said as you tapped your foot against the tile.

"I did." She replied as she rubbed your back.

"I'm no better than Hina." You say as you place your head in your hand.

"Last time I checked you didn't parade him around like a trophy. Attack a girl for having a crush on someone who was no longer interested in you. Spread nasty rumors. Lie, manipulate, and cheat your way back into his life over and over again. On top of that ruin a friendship for your own selfish needs."

You peaked at Emi through your fingers as she stared back at you.

"Maybe you're right." You say as you move your hand away from your face.

"Of course I am!" She teased. "C'mon lets close up for the day. The anxiety is killing me."

You thanked Emi repeatedly for helping you close up early so you could race home to get things in order. You called Satoru and he picked up on the first ring and your anxiety subsided for a moment.

"Hey." You said.

"Hey." He replied.

"Do you want to talk at mine or yours?" You softly said and there's a brief pauses before he sighs.

"Come over to mine," Another pause. "I'll be home in hour." He said.

"I'll see you soon."

"See you soon peach." He said and hung up the phone.

There was that pet name again. He had looked so frustrated back at the cafe and when he answered he didn't seem interested in talking to you. Yet the way the pet name rolled of his tongue made you wonder if he was really all that upset. Despite your stomach twisting itself into knots you couldn't help but miss hearing him call you peach. As you got ready you thought things over and realized that Suguru was a great guy.

A really great guy but you couldn't deny the chemistry that you at Satoru had. If everything Suguru had told you was true then that meant Satoru was telling the truth when he tried to talk to you at the wedding. Although you and Suguru hadn't known each other long, with the way he didn't even try to hide the fact he was flirting with you, you didn't see what he'd gain for telling you all that information unless it was the truth. Suguru could've easily lied in his favor to make himself look better than Satoru but he didn't. You decided then that you'd apologize for letting Hina cloud your mind so much that you wouldn't even let Satoru explain himself because you believed him; you'd hope things would go back to the way it use to be.

Because at the end of the day you really missed Satoru. You finished getting ready after taking a well needed shower and throwing on a sweatshirt that had your favorite anime character on it. You wore black leggings and looked for your fuzzy socks to slip on and tuck your legs inside of before putting you slip on vans. You had debated for a solid ten minutes if you should dress up to go see him but figured that if this wasn't going to be 'lets work things out and get back together' kind of talk you didn't want to be over done. How embarrassing would it be to spend so much time getting ready only for you to cry and ruin it all.

You checked your phone and noticed you had twenty minutes before you needed to be there. You sent Satoru a quick text before you headed out of your apartment; it took you about fifteen minutes to get to his place even with traffic. You felt your phone vibrate against your hand and expected to see a text back from him but instead it was a text from Emi wishing you luck with the talk. The drive to his apartment didn't take long and before you knew it you were parking in front of his apartment complex. You sent another text saying that you were there and waited for a response.

Five minutes pass by with no answer and you decided to head up to his apartment. You stood outside his door, knocking a few times against his door, and waiting to hear his heavy footsteps make their way to door. However, you were met with more silence and after a few minutes you knocked again as you checked your phone to see if he responded. Finally you hastily dialed his number as you walked to a window that over looked the parking lot and noticed his car was still parked in it's usual spot. The phone rang two times before he picked up.

"Satoru where the hell are you? I've been waiting for almost thirty minutes." You barked out and you heard Satoru sigh.

"I'm sorry peach," You heard music plying in the background. "I stepped out for a second and I'm, um, where am I?" He slurred his words and tried to whisper to who ever he was around.

"Satoru are you drunk?" You asked.

"Hm? I'm drunk." He stated in a tone as if you had offended him. "Wait!" He yelled into the receiver and you had to pull the phone away from your ear for a moment. "I'm not shrunk." He slurred his words again.

"Where are you Satoru? I'll come get you."

"Hold on my fren said they want to talk to youuu." He sang out and let out a burp before passing the phone to someone.

You forgot about the anger that had started to bubble inside you for him leaving you to go do something he's never done as the knots in your stomach tied tighter. You hoped it was a bar close by and that he hadn't gotten himself into too much trouble. That was until you heard it. You heard Satoru yell something and someone giggle against the receiver. You'd heard that giggle so many times that it started to haunted your nightmares.

"He's a little busy right now but don't worry his in good hands." Hina said as you heard Satoru reassure you he was safe in the background despite it being muffled.

"Hina where the fuck is he?" You growled out at your grip on your phone tightened so much it made your joints hurt.

"Like I said before peach," She mocked which only had you widening your eyes. "He's with me. So need to worry."

Before you could ask anything else you heard a click and the dial tone that rang out in our ear. You chest heaved up and down as you looked down at your phone screen that had his contact information pulled up. Rage consumed you and before you could think you slammed your phone down against the concrete floor and covered your face with your hands so you could let out a scream. The tears didn't hesitate to spill over your waterline and run down your cheeks. You grabbed your beat up phone off the ground and made your way back to your car.

Fuck an apology. Fuck trying to work it out. It was over.

©ᴅᴇʟᴜʟᴜ4ᴀɴɪᴍᴇ 2025 ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ ʀᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ

ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀɴɪᴀᴄ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴜꜱʜʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴊᴇʟʟʏꜰɪꜱʜ ᴇxʜɪʙɪᴛ

[gardenerian]

tag game wednesday saturday ✨ in the interest of getting over myself and bursting back onto the dash with unearned confidence, here i am to tag game it up 💓 thank you for continuing to keep me in mind pals @fredheads @skylerwinchester @darlingian @palepinkgoat @gallawitchxx @crossmydna @deedala

name: mel

age: iykyk

location: the biggest of apples

do you own a robe? describe it: i do! but i always forget that i do. it's hanging on the back of my bedroom door right now. it's one of those fluffy bathrobes à la HOS. what i really want is a dramatic silk one. i want to heave sighs and throw myself on the sofa while wearing it.

do you have a favorite mug? describe it: it is shaped like a kitty 🥰

do you have a favorite blanket? describe it: i am snuggling it right now, it was made by one of my very besties 🐱 hand knit! blue and green! so soft!

coffee or tea? i have a daily tea routine, it is a rotation of three different teas. yes, this is weird.

fuzzy socks or wool socks? fuzzies!

gloves or mittens? gloves 🧤

fireplace or campfire? fire!place! one of my all time favorite nap spots is by the fireplace at my parents house. bonus points if there is a christmas tree and/or a cat involved.

sun or moon? i am a lizard person ☀️

chocolate candy or sugar candy? um. UMMM. um? as julia says, many variables at play here. i guess i tend to lean chocolate?

sweet pastry or savory pastry? both. everything should be a pastry, actually.

peppermint or pumpkin spice? peppermint!!! i am thriving this time of year!!!

go to bed early or wake up early? neither! my circadian rhythm hates capitalism!!!!!

cold cereal in milk or hot oatmeal? oatmeal is like my family

potatoes or bread? i won't choose you can't make me

gallagher or milkovich? gallagher (derogatory)

i feel like a baby deer on the dash rn askdfjh so no tags from me this time, but give a go if you like! ily!

[itsthestutterforme]

Coma (Aaron Hotchner)

Y/N falls into a coma after getting hit by a car that ran a red light. The team fears that she might never wake up.

--

Y/N and Hotch have been past lovers but they managed to find a common ground to keep a professional relationship at work. But when Haley died, the first person Aaron turned to was Y/N. He spent countless nights over her house and he didn't have to ask her to hold him. That became first instinct.

Their relationship remained platonic and professional, but they both knew that at the very least, they had each other. Two years have passed and Aaron has met Beth. He seems really happy and geninuely moving forward, but he didn't want to tell Y/N because he feels that she would feel betrayed in some way.

Rossi and Hotch talk about it on the way to the conference room. "I've seen Y/N care more about your wellbeing than her own. How is this any different?" Rossi asks.

"What if she distances herself because she feels that I don't need her anymore?" Hotch asks. "Well do you.. need her?" "Of course," "Why?" "I--" "Good morning, Hotch." Y/N greets as she walks up to him and hands him a cup of coffee that she got for him.

"I saw this and thought of you. I tried it before but I have a feeling that you can make one better." Y/N adds as she hands Rossi a pannettone, an Italian pastry. She smiles at them before walking into the conference room.

Rossi and Hotch look at one another and Rossi says, "Now I see what you mean," "She's just so.." "Perfect for you. You two are on the same wave length." "I lost my chance, Rossi." "You don't know that," "Is everything okay guys?" Y/N asks as she peeks her head out of the conference room.

"Yeah, we're coming," ""Just think about it," Rossi says as he pats Hotch's back. Hotch sits next to Y/N and she repeats, "You sure you're okay?" "Yeah, I'm alright." Y/N doesn't believe it for a second, but she knows that he'll tell her in his own time.

This particular case was dangerous because it involved a schitzophrenic Navy Seal with severe PTSD from his time in the field. Y/N had seen the unsub kill a child and she was dead set on getting him. She knew she should have waited for back up but she wanted to catch him before he kills someone else.

"I'm in pursuit of the unsub," I say over coms. "No, Y/N. You stay and wait for back up." "He's getting away, Hotch. I'm not going to let him kill another kid." Y/N looks both ways before crossing the street.

She dashes across the street when minivan runs a red light and crashes right into Y/N. Her body crushes the windshield as she rolls over the top of the car. The impact of her head smacking against the concrete sends her unconscious. The worst part about it was that Hotch and Morgan stopped at the red light across from Y/N. They watched the whole thing and couldn't do anything about it.

They had to wait for the light to turn green before they rushed over to her. "Y/N!" Hotch says with tears threatening his eyes. He kneels down next to her and presses his fingers to her neck. Mor-" "They're already on the way here," "Y/N, can you hear me?" "She isn't moving," Hotch says to Morgan. "She's probably unconscious," "Damn it! I told her to wait. Why didn't she listen!"

"Hey, yelling at her won't wake her up, man." Morgan states. "That car was going at least 60 miles per hour. There's a chance she's--" "Stop, Hotch. They're on their way. Relax," "I can't relax because I love her!" "I'm sorry, I'm.." "At least you finally admitted it." "She'll wake up, Hotch." Morgan adds as he pats his shoulder.

**

The doctor comes out to a very distressed team. He sighs as he stuff his hands in his pockets. "No, no, please, not again." Garcia says with tears leaving her eyes. "She made it off the operating table but she's in a coma. There's no telling when or if she'll wake up." The doctor explains.

"Come on, man. Don't dismiss her like that. She's strong and she'll make it through this." Morgan defends. "I really hope so," "'Can we see her?" JJ asks. The doctors nods and motions to the room where she was. The team slowly walks in and Garcia falls into Morgan's chest as she sees how many bruises Y/N had littering her face and body.

"Oh God," JJ says as she claps a hand over her mouth. Emily offers JJ a shoulder to cry on.

The only thing they could hear was the high pitch beep of the intubator making sure she's breathing correctly. As well as the beeps of her heart rate. "I can't, I'm sorry." Garcia says as she leaves the room and Morgan follows her. Emily and JJ left the room soon after. "Can I.. have a minute with her?" Hotch asks Rossi. "Of course," Rossi says before closing the door on the way out.

Hotch sighs as he sits down next to her. "I should have told you about Beth. But for some reason, I thought that I was betraying you so I held off and now you." He trails off as tears prick his eyes. "What am I going to tell Jack ab- he loves you and I have no idea what I'm going to do without you." He rests his face into her stomach and cries into it.

Over the course of two months, Y/N was still in a coma and Jack would always ask to visit her whenever he was sad. There was something about Y/N that just calmed him down. Anyone that went around Y/N would feel calm and collected, that's just the vibe she gave. Hotch would always visit her whenever he needed to clear his head, which happened more times than not.

Hotch was feeling angry the entire day because one of the nurses gave him a pamphlet that talks about letting go and accepting loss. Y/N wasn't dead, she was in a coma. There a chance of her waking up. Hotch thinks to himself.

"Hey, are you okay?" Morgan asks Hotch, pulling him out of his thoughts. "The doctor thinks we should pull the plug," Hotch says, clenching his jaw.

"They have no right to say that. It's been two months, not two years. There's still a chance for her!" Morgan snaps. "I know, but I'm.. what if she doesn't wake up." "Don't you dare give up on her, Hotch." "Believe me, I haven't and it cost me Beth." "Hotch-" "The little free time I have, I spend visiting Y/N. And Jack has been asking about her since the accident. Beth feels like we're shutting her out,"

"Are you?" "Not intentionally. I was just so used to Y/N. I feel like I've taken her for granted and there's no way of her knowing. It's been eating at me for months." "Hey, studies have shown that coma patients can hear people when they're under," "I don't know what I'm going to do, Morgan." Hotch runs a hand over his face and Morgan was about to say something when Hotch's phone rings.

"Hotchner," Hotch answers and his face softens when he hears the nurse saying that Y/N has woken up. Hotch decides to keep that information between him and Morgan. He didn't want the rest of the team distracted like he was. Images of Y/N smiling and the sound of her laugh echoes through his mind. She's awake. She's finally awake.

**

Y/N's POV

My throat still stings from the intubator rubbing against my vocal cords. The doctor insisted that I drink a lot of fluids and the nurses helped reintroduce my muscles to the different movements. And now they- my calfs in particular- are screaming at me right now. I look at the TV in the top left corner.

There was some cheesy hallmark movie on but my mind drifts off to hearing Aaron's voice. Hearing him cry. Hearing everyone cry for me was worse than getting ran over by a car. The sound of the doctor's voice pulls me out of my thoughts. "She said she wanted to speak with Agent Hotchner privately," the doctor says.

Seconds later, Aaron appears in the door frame. "Hi," I cringe at both how raspy my voice is and how painful it was to talk. "Hi," he whispers. "How's Beth?" "We separated a few weeks ago," "I'm sorry to h-hear that," I trail off into a cough and reach for my water. He rushes over to my side and hands me the bottle. A rush of seratonin explodes in my brain as the cold water soothes my throat.

"You shouldn't be talking. It's too soon." he says. "But I have so much to say," "Me too, but we have time. The team is really eager to ta-" "I saw a light," I interrupt as I see him advance for the door. He stops in his tracks and I continue, "The light was bright and warm.. and it smelled of vanilla oil and honey. Everything drew me to it and I was so close to it that I could almost taste it."

"What drew you back?" "You did," I watch as Hotch plays his hands on his hips and drop his gaze to the ground. He was trying to hide his tears. "I heard everyone but you and Jack were the most clear." Hotch doesn't say anything but I hear a soft sob leave his lips. "Hotch?" He shakes his head and I slowly move my legs over the edge of the bed.

I inhale sharply as my feet makes contact with the ice cold floor. I take the rack with my IV catheter attached to it and walk over to him in small steps. He finally looks up to see me standing and his eyes widened. "What are you doing?" He takes me into his arms and I softly moan at the warm radiating off of his body. "I'm tired of waiting," I explain.

I wipe the tears from under his eyes and hold his face in my hands. "The fear of losing you makes the blood run cold in my veins. The doctor wanted me to pull the plug and-" I shush him and he whimpers. "I'm here now, Aaron." I rest my face into his collarbone and smell his alluring cologne. "I'm so sorry that I doubted you and took you for granted. I-I love you so much," he cries.

"Marry me," I say as tears escape my eyes. His eyes snap to mine and my breath leaves my lungs. "Like I said. I'm tired of waiting. If I learned anything it's that life is short and I don't want to waste any more time not being w-". He crashes his lips against mine and I finally feel the air restoring in my lungs.

My eyes flutter closed as our lips move against one another. His tongue dips into my mouth and I groan against his lips. His hands slide down to my lower back and I pull him closer by his beck. He pulls away from me but I find myself following his lips.

"Yes, I'll marry you." "You will?" "Of course,". He rests his forehead against mine and I lovingly rub my nose against his. "Did I just hear a proposal?" Rossi says as he walks in. "Proposal?!" Garcia yells. "Finally!" Emily says and everyone filled into the room.

Hotch positions me so his chest and pressing against my back. His arms wraps around my waist and would occasionally kiss my temple. Everyone all tried to talk to me all at once, something that I truly missed. I don't regret running away from the light at all. This is exactly where I'm supposed to be.