#my laptop screen cracked today n it's unusable

[springrls]

I hate being tired all the time and then being broke all the time and being tired all the time makes it so I can't stop being broke

[hyunsuks-beanie]

Come With Me

Culinary major! Soobin x food vlogger! reader; just some teeth rotting fluff

Word Count: 3.35k words

Mellow speaks: So I finally completed this long overdue and super fun request!!! Honestly, writing this was just so amazing, and I kinda drew Y/N based on my own self, so I hope you enjoy reading it!!

Rushing into his apartment, Soobin didn't waste a single minute in discarding his bag on the floor, rushing towards his laptop and turning it on. As the screen booted, the final-year culinary major prayed to the gods for the livestream to not have started yet. The winner of the contest from last month was to be announced at the beginning of the stream, and even though Soobin didn't have any hopes of him winning, he couldn't help the tiny voice at the back of his head saying, "What if?."

He was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard a voice, sweet and velvety as always. There you were, on his screen, the biggest of smiles plastered on your face, making him feel warm all over. Y/N L/N, his favorite food vlogger in the world, ready to start another livestream. Soobin had always been more of a silent supporter, his introverted self being too shy to even post a comment under any of your videos, partly because you had a habit of replying to as many of those comments as possible, and he knew for a fact that he would combust on the spot if you were to ever reply to his praises of you.

You see, he greatly admired your love for food and your wanderlust. He was also a great fan of the way you spoke, and the way you articulated your ideas and thoughts. Truth be told, he genuinely liked you, and not just your voyager self. Watching your videos over the years, he had found himself developing a small crush on you, knowing full well that it was probably just him being starstruck. So, gathering all the bravery he had, the boy had finally pressed "Send" on the application form for the competition on the last day, after contemplating it for God knows how long.

There had been only one question on the form, asking respondents to describe what food meant to them. A smile had graced Soobin's lips as you answered it, pouring in his most sincere thoughts on everything culinary. What had pushed him to participate, you ask? It had been the prize, of course. A chance to hang out with none other than you yourself, through a one-on-one video call. He had always wanted to see you in person, to tell you how much your vlogs meant to him. How they had helped discover his own love for food, had helped him find his happiness in the kitchen.

And that had brought him to right now, biting on his fingernails as he listened to your regular introduction, one that he knew by heart and repeated after you, subconsciously. "Hey my food-holics! How are all of you doing today? Hale and hearty, I hope!," you said, following up quickly with a brief overview of the contest, before announcing the winner, as Soobin waited with bated breath. "All your answers were amazing, and I could relate to so many of them! It really sucks that we can only have one winner, since you're all winners to me!," you smiled, and he caught himself copying your expression. "So now, the winner of the contest, and the person who gets to be my new friend, is @aglio_olive!!," you exclaimed, clapping your hands as your eyes crinkled up in joy.

The fact that you had just announced him as the winner of registered belatedly, as Soobin was busy gushing over how adorable you had looked while clapping. He felt his mouth drop open, finding it hard to focus on what you said next. "I'll be contacting you via email shortly," you had said, and that was all it took for the rest of the livestream to go by in a blur for him, as he waited for your mail, checking and re-checking his inbox every two minutes. But it wasn't until the next day that he finally received what he had been peeling his eyes out for. An email from your official account (or that's what he figured), informing him that the meeting would take place on the coming Saturday, at 6:00 pm. Now all he had to do was wait three days, but it was easier said than done.

By the time Saturday rolled around, Soobin was equal parts bubbling with excitement and panicking with nerves. Reluctant to trust his own fashion choices, he had called over his best friend, Yeonjun, hoping to get some much needed guidance. "Should I wear this suit? Or will simple tracks be better?," he had asked, making the older boy shake his head as he patted him on the back. "My friend, Y/N's neither your professor, nor your friend. You're meeting them for the first time, so why don't you just wear something comfortable, that would make them feel at ease too?," he smirks, throwing a plain blue hoodie his way.

As the clock struck 6:00, Soobin found himself seated at his study table, ready to start the meeting. He had even prepared cue cards to help him if he got stuck, and they were propped conveniently next to the laptop. He reached out for them, but just at that moment, his screen came alive with someone waving at him with a smile on their face. Awestruck, he simply waved back, too tongue-tied to say anything. "Wow," he thought to himself, "They look so much better without makeup." A couple seconds later, a new kind of panic set in. "Am I staring too hard? Is it creepy? Should I look down? No but I need to keep eye contact!"

Little did he know, you were having similar, if not identical thoughts. "Wow, no one told me he was gonna be this cute. Blue suits him so well! I'm no staring, am I? Should I speak first? Or should I wait for him to say something?" This finally resulted in the both of you speaking at the same time, something you would later smile about. Because saying "How are you? I'm Soobin," and "I'm Y/N! How are you?," helped you crack into laughter, breaking the ice and easing the awkwardness. Once you had gotten past the niceties, it was time to get to know each other better. The cue cards lay unused, as Soobin just spoke about whatever came to mind, praising your vlogs and thanking you for teaching him more about cuisines. You, on the other hand, took the time to get to know him better, asking him questions about what it was like to study culinary science, something you had never gotten the chance to do.

The hour-long virtual meeting flew by in the blink of an eye, or so it seemed to the both of you. Talking to you, Soobin didn't once feel that you were a stranger or that he was just a fan. You seemed like a genuine and warm person to him that he couldn't help but admire you even more than he did before. To him, somewhere during the meeting, you stopped seeming like a famous vlogger anymore, and instead, all he saw you as was a friend. You, on the other hand, had made up your mind about him being the most interesting person you had ever met, and couldn't stop a sad sigh from escaping your lips as you looked at the time. "Well, Soobin. It's been a pleasure meeting you," you had said, making him smile wistfully.

The moment he had logged out of the meeting, he found himself missing you. He thought back on how nice you had been, smiling when he pictured your face, your hair slightly messy but not too unkempt, an oversized hoodie thrown over your body. To him, it had honestly felt like he was conversing with a friend, and he couldn't bring himself to let such an amazing person walk out of his life. So, without thinking, he began typing out an email to your account, his finger hovering just above the "Send" button. He stopped short though, realizing that your official account wasn't meant for personal mails, and realizing that he had no other means to contact you. Pouting, he fell face-first onto the bed, his energy going down all of a sudden.

He woke up to a "ping," indicating an email on his phone. Unlocking it, he noticed a mail from an account he had never contacted before. Clueless, he clicked on it, the phone nearly falling out of his hand as he read through it. It had been you, after all, reaching out to him through your personal account, and telling him that you had loved talking to him, and would like to be his friend. And thus began the most beautiful friendship either of you had ever forged, full of memories even though you hadn't met each other.

Late night video chats and good morning calls became a ritual, and Soobin found himself busily typing away on his phone every free second he got. You told him all about your escapades and trips, sending him photos and urging him to try cooking whatever you ate and whatever you liked. He, on the other hand, would teach you to cook, sending you tips and giving you suggestions on what to eat. Food was an intergalactic part of the relation you shared, but it was far from being the only thing.

When things got hard for him, you were there to push him towards his dream, reminding him day in and day out that he would have to give in his all to achieve it. "You'll be the greatest chef one day, Soob," you'd giggle, causing him to let out a whine as he said, "How would you know? You haven't even tasted my cooking yet!" He too, was there to provide you a taste of what it felt like to be grounded to one place, to have everything you wanted right next to you. He was there for you to cry to when someone posted a nasty comment under you video, and he was there to virtually feed you when you missed a home-cooked meal. Inside jokes became a thing, as did bitching about classmates and complaining about managers.

Over time, your friendship started blossoming into something more, as Soobin found himself catching feelings, real feelings, for you. The way you smiled, the way you would bite your nails just like him as you went through what people had to say about your videos, the way you cracked stupid jokes and laughed at them alone, he found himself loving them all. He had given his heart out to you, and he didn't want to take it back. You, meanwhile, had been a bit more careful of your feelings, wary of harboring any hopes for a long-distance relationship. But over time, you too, found yourself drowning into the oceans that were his eyes, watching the way his lips moved through the screen, imagining them on yours. Over time, you too, felt your feelings grow, but being your stubborn self, you didn't act on them.

Days turned into months, and soon enough, you were keeping Soobin company through his late night study sessions, talking to him in the hopes of keeping him awake. Helping him prepare flashcards, and letting him teach you a full four-course meal so that he could practice for his practical exams. "What are you gonna do once you graduate?," became a regular question you posed towards him, and every time, it was the same reply. "I don't know yet, Y/N. I want to do something like you. I want to travel the world and learn about different cuisines first-hand."

As Soobin's exams drew nearer, you found yourself bring just as worried as he was, worried about how he'd fare in the examinations, worried about what he'll do when he gets his degree. But keeping your concerns aside, you did your best to push him to do his best, study that last chapter, practice that last technique, memorize that last recipe. "I just wanna sleep, Y/N," he'd whine, only to have you let out a giggle at how adorable he looked. "It's for your own good, bub," you'd reply, your smile somehow managing to give him the strength to put in just a little extra effort.

Seeing him work so hard, you couldn't help but want to give him a surprise by congratulating him in person when he graduated. So, you decided to plan a trip to Seoul, shooting a film vlog just an excuse to finally meet your closest friend, and the person you had a crush on. You had initially wanred to keep the plan a secret, but soon realized what a waste it would be to not use it to your advantage. And so started your ingenious way of getting Soobin to hit the books. "I'm coming to Seoul after your exams, but I'll meet you only if you put in all your effort," you'd tell him, repeating it like a mantra day in and day out.

In response, the boy would pout and whine about how he "hated" you, but started putting in double the effort, just to make you proud. Your tactic seemed to work, but Soobin was still nervous. Nor about the theory, but about the practical exams. "What if I don't do well on the exam? It happens all the time on Masterchef," he said one day, looking into your eyes as you attempted to calm him down. "I know you'll nail it, Binnie," you replied, smiling at him through the screen. "Just think about what makes you happy while you cook, and you'll be good to go." As if on a whim, Soobin muttered out a soft, "You," causing your breath to hitch as you asked him to repeat. "You make me happy," he said again, looking down as he felt his cheeks growing warm. You couldn't help but smile at his sudden confession, sending a virtual kiss his way. "Now go study, you idiot," you giggled, proceeding to tell him about your day as he pored over his books.

The day of his practical exam rolled by, and as you had said, Soobin decided to cook while thinking of something that made him happy. He thought back on the day when you had told him about a delicacy from a city you had visited, and had convinced him to teach you how to make it. The memory alone made a smile appear on his lips, reminding him of how happy the two of you were. And so, that's what he cooked, passing his exam with flying colors. He was so happy he could have kissed you if you were there, and he told you that, causing a laugh to escape your lips. "I'll be there soon," was all you said, fighting to control your excitement.

Soobin passed with flying colors, earning his degree fair and square. And the one person he wanted to thank for it, was you. As you had promised him, a week later found you roaming the streets of Seoul, as you hurriedly made your way towards his college, ready to finally meet him at his convocation. Climbing up the stage to accept his degree, his eyes were busy scanning the crowds, eager to see your face. When he couldn't find you, however, he felt his smile falter, as he took in a gulp.

"Where are you Y/N?," he thought to himself, hand itching to check his phone that was lying in his back pocket. You had told him you'd be here on time, so then, where were you? Just as he feels himself falling deeper into his thoughts, he (like everyone else in the hall) hears footsteps running down the corridor, finally revealing you standing at the entrance, out of breath and with a huge smile stretching across your face. "You're here," he mouthed, his smile matching yours, as you replied with a simple nod and a "Congratulations," your eyes brimming with tears of joy for the boy.

Accepting his degree, Soobin walked off the stage to sit with his classmates, eyes meeting yours every so often as he tried to fight the urge to rush to you and hug you. Once the ceremony ended, neither of you wasted a second in finding each other, throwing yourselves into a hug long overdue. It didn't feel weird as you snuggled your face into his convocation robe, and it didn't feel weird as he did the same into your hair. Pulling away, you just couldn't hide the smiles that threatened to take over your entire face, taking each other's hand as Soobin left you to his parents. "Mom, Dad, this is my friend Y/N," he introduced, and his mom didn't miss the spark in her son's eyes as he looked at you.

Once you were done with the niceties, the two of you made your way out into the city once Soobin had handed his robe over to his mom. Walking the streets with him, with you cracking jokes and him pointing out tourist sights to you, you felt something you had never felt, no matter how many cities you visited. A sense of comfort, a sense of belonging. You felt like you were home for the first time in ages, and it was all because of the guy walking next to you. As if on a whim, you whipped out your video-camera, switching it on and turning it to yourself. Soobin belatedly realized what you were doing, when he heard you recite you introduction. Looking at you in shock, he felt his mouth fall open as he heard you say the words, "Friend," "Soobin," "Featuring," "Guide," in quick succession, piecing the sentence together in his brain.

"Y/N! What are you doing??," he whined, looking down to hide his face. "Awww Soobinnie is shy!!! Sorry guys, it's his first time," you cooed, a giggle escaping your lips as you turned your camera off, trying to convince him to feature in your vlog. "But I won't know what to say!!," he retorted, making you snicker. "Just take me out to eat somewhere tell, and tell the camera why you like the place you like and the food you like. It's not that hard!," you replied, and after much convincing (and some borderline begging), he finally agreed.

He showed you all his favorite eateries and restaurants, gawking at the insane discounts you got him, and just enjoying watching you eat in person, sharing his food. By the time evening rolled out, the two of you were full to your throats, looking out over the river from the bridge. "Thank you Y/N," Soobin said, turning to look at you. "For today, and for everyday. For being there for me, and for being the best friend I have ever had, and more." "Thank you too, Soob," you replied, your eyes stinging as you looked up at him. "Thank you for making me feel at home. Thank you for becoming my home." You hadn't noticed just how close your faces had become, both of you having leaned in subconsciously. Finally, Soobin closed the gap, your lips meeting his in a kiss that's full of the pent-up love and emotions.

His lips were soft against yours, molding with yours like two pieces of the same puzzle. Pulling away, a smile graced your lips as you looked up at him shyly, whispering an "I like you," causing him to repeat your words and adding a "too," cheeks rising up in a smile. Biting you bottom lip, you say, "Come with me," making him tilt his head in confusion. "You said you wanted to be like me. To learn about cuisines first-hand. Then come with me. I don't want to be away from you, I want to be with you 24/7, and not virtually. I want to talk to you in person, to hug you, to kiss you." You notice his smile growing wider, and so you ask, "So, what do you say?," as he replies by placing his lips back on yours.

[kaiaiswriting]

Broken Arm

MCU Cast x Reader, Tom Holland x Reader

Request: Hi! Can you please do one where Tom Holland takes his girlfriend, who is a college student, to meet the avengers cast and when they met her they start telling her how Tom always talks about how good she is at football so then they play a game of football but when Sebastian tackles her he accidentally breaks her arm and Tom gets pissed. Sorry if this sounds confusing

Warnings: broken arm

A/N: another request! Sorry this turned out to be longer than I thought, but I hope you still enjoy it! I have a few requests in my inbox and I hope to get to them in the next couple of days :)) 

“Babe, are you done yet? The car’s already outside,” you heard your boyfriend Tom call for you from downstairs.

Tom and his fellow Avengers cast members just wrapped up filming Infinity War and happened to be in your area. You’ve heard tons of stories about the cast and what it was like on set, all of which sounded really fun, but you had never met them before. Tom, however, took this opportunity to offer you to meet the cast on set–needless to say, you were excited, albeit quite nervous. At the end, you agreed and were happy to hear that the cast were happy to meet you as well. 

You finished up your last assignment and closed your laptop, happy to be looking away from the screen after what seemed like hours doing so. You grabbed your purse and headed down to meet Tom by the doorway. Tom gently slivered his arm into yours as you both headed to the car where a driver awaited in the front seat. 

“We can head back to the set now,” Tom said as the driver nodded and began driving. 

After a few minutes of silence, Tom spotted your fidgeting hands. He placed his hands on yours and gave a gentle look. 

“Y/n, you have nothing to worry about,” he said.

“I’m just nervous, I mean it’s my first time meeting them, and it’s the Avengers cast we’re talking about–RDJ, Scarlett Johansson, Sebastian Stan,” you went on. 

“You’ll be fine, besides, they all love you! I’ve told them about you and they’re beyond excited to see you,” Tom reassured you as he brushed his thumb against your fingers.

You smiled at him and he smiled back. 

“There also happens to be a field on set, so you could go and play football with the cast,” Tom said, knowing your love for football.

“Really?” you said, your eyes shining, earning a chuckle from Tom.

“I’m serious, it’s one of the reasons I wanted all of us to meet on set.”

“This is why I love you,” you teasingly said, giving him a peck on the cheek. 

A few minutes passed and you finally arrived on set. Tom helped you out of the car and directed you towards what seemed to be a lounge area. From a distance you could hear people talking, chuckles, and laughter: it was the cast.

You and Tom turned one more corner and entered the room; sitting inside were Robert Downey Jr., Scarlett Johansson, Anthony Mackie, and Sebastian Stan. It was surreal seeing them all in real life; you were paralyzed for a moment, but seeing the cast members all greet you with a smile somewhat comforted you. 

“Hey Y/n! It’s so great to finally meet you!” the one and only Robert Downey Jr. said as he waved.

You responded with smiles, waves, and “hellos”, ecstatic at how affable the cast were. Tom gave you a smile as you both sat on a nearby couch.

“Y/n, Tom has told us so much about you,” Scarlett said with a warm smile.

“Well, I hope they’re good things,” you replied, earning laughter from the others.

“Oh you bet, Tom can never shut up about you–especially how good you are at football,” Anthony chimed in.

You blushed ever so slightly, not knowing how to respond.

“So, do you play football, are you part of a team?” Sebastian asked.

“I’m still in college right now and I play for our football team,” you answer. 

Just then, Robert clapped his hands suddenly as if he had thought of an idea. 

“Y’know what, why don’t we all play a small game out in the field? It’s not like we have anything better to do.”

Tom turned to you and you nodded vigorously.

“Alright, can’t wait to beat your ass Tom,” Anthony said jokingly, followed by laughter. 

You, Tom, and the cast separated into two teams: you, Tom, and Robert were in one team and Scarlett, Anthony, and Sebastian in the other. The props guy happened to have a spare, unused football that you guys ended up using for the game. Before beginning, a coin was tossed to determine which team would start with the ball, and to your disappointment, the other team was to start the game. 

As you gathered on the field, a few crew members chose to stand by and watch the game. Both teams moved to either side of the field and began taking their positions. 

“Alright, let’s start in 3, 2, 1!” Robert exclaimed.

You watched earnestly as Anthony kicked the football hard across the field, landing a few meters in front of you. You were quick to react and run for the football. The field was soon filled with cheers and screams, but you remained focused on your goal. Once you had the ball in your hands, all you had to do was bring it to the other side of the field. 

You ran with all your might and skillfully dodged Scarlett and Anthony. As you continued running, you heard Tom and Robert cheer for you. You let out a chuckle and didn’t realize Sebastian running towards you at the corner of your eye. Once you realized, it was too late to dodge–though, you still tried to swerve past Sebastian. 

Your attempts at dodging failed as Sebastian’s hand grabbed a hold of your left arm, pushing you backwards. Your right arm instinctively flew backwards to cushion your fall, but with how far back you already were, your arm was bent as you landed hard on the ground with Sebastian on top of you.

Crack.

Shit. That can’t be good. You felt your arm crack loudly as it was stuck under your and Sebastian’s body. The pain was overwhelming, enough to distract you from the shouts let out by Tom and the crew members. 

“Y/n!” Tom repeatedly shouted as he and the others ran towards you and Sebastian.

Sebastian quickly removed himself from you and Tom pushed past Sebastian to get to you. Tom tended to your arm as Scarlett, Robert, Sebastian, and Anthony knelt beside you. 

“Y/n, are you okay? Where does it hurt?” Tom asks.

You let out a groan as he helps handle your arm that was stuck behind you. You whimper and let out a painful “ow”, which was enough to let the others know that your hand was broken. 

“That can’t be good, we have to bring her to the hospital,” Robert says as he orders the watching crew members to prepare a car for you. 

“Y/n, breathe with me okay? Inhale and exhale,” Scarlett gently says as she attempts to comfort you. 

“Y/n I’m so sorry,” Sebastian says, bringing Tom’s attention towards him.

Tom gently pushed Sebastian’s shoulder to everyone’s surprise. 

“Seb, what the fuck were you thinking, tackling her that hard? Now her arm’s probably broken,” Tom said as he faced Sebastian. Anthony, who was watching, approached Tom and attempted to calm him down. 

“Tom, I’m sorry, I- I didn’t mean for this to happen. I meant to push her a softly,” Sebastian says worriedly.

“But-” 

“Tom, it’s fine,” you interject.

Tom and Sebastian look at you with guilt-stricken expressions, but you smile at them.

“It was just an accident, I’ll be okay,” you continue.

Soon after, the crew member announces that the car is ready to take you to the hospital. Seeing as though the cast had nothing planned for the day, they decided to accompany you to the hospital. 

In the car, Tom kept his hand on yours, trying his best to comfort you. Once you arrived, you were checked up and found out that you had indeed broken your arm. Thankfully, it was not severe, so they had patched you up with a cast and sent you off to rest. Whilst you awaited with Tom and the cast to pay and retrieve your medicine in the waiting room, you made small talk with Scarlett and the others. Tom used this time to apologize to Sebastian for going off at him earlier, and they both made up.

“Y/n, let me pay for the medicine and all, it’s the least I can do,” Sebastian offers as you’re about to pay.

“Sebastian, it’s fine, really, it was all just an accident,” you assure him.

You guys go back and forth for what seems like hours until finally, you convince him that everything’s fine. 

As you all step out into the cool night breeze, you and Tom choose to take a taxi back to your house. Robert, Anthony, Scarlett, and Sebastian take turns hugging you and telling you how much fun it was meeting you.

“Can’t wait to see you next time kid, hopefully you don’t break any more bones though,” Robert says, earning an eruption of laughter.

“Y/n, I’m really sorry for today. Maybe next time we should all just go out to watch a movie or somethin’ instead of playing football,” he suggests, and you agree.

The cast members return to their car as you and Tom get on a taxi. In the darkness of the backseat, you lay your head against Tom’s as he lays gentle kisses on your forehead and strokes your hands. 

“I’m so sorry for how today turned out,” he says.

“Tom, I’m fine, seriously.”

“I just wanted everything to go smoothly today. Instead, here you are with a broken arm.”

“Honestly, today was pretty fun,” you say and Tom looks at you weirdly.

“It was a good distraction from work, and besides, I got to meet your co-stars, how cool is that!” 

You and Tom share a laugh as you spend the rest of the ride cuddling against each other on the backseat.