Nightmares & fights [thyme x reader]
@deepestturtledragon here!
authors note: thank you for requesting i’ve been waiting for months lmaoaoaooa i hope this is what you expected☹️ also, sorry this took so long, i had a writers block+ it’s been a while since i last watched f4😭
warnings: immature y/n and thyme(per usual lol) also, character might be ooc bc yeah🤗 || grammar mistakes
[2:05 AM]
Thunder stomped down the earth fiercely, waking Thyme from his already light slumber. He sat up in cold sweat, breath heaving in a fast pace. He hurriedly jumped from his bed and went his way to the guest room, also known as your temporary room. Both of you had yet another childish fight leading to sleeping in different rooms. Sucking up his pride, Thyme quietly opened the door to the room and jumped beside you, wrapping his arms around your waist tightly, his eyes shut tight. You groaned in your sleep, furrowing your eyebrows before opening your eyes to see the cause of the weight. “Thyme..” you mumbled groggily. He didn’t answer, adrenaline from the sudden fear still enveloping him. You adjusted your position, facing him. You smiled weakly and pat his hair. “You’re such a big baby! Get off, you’re heavy.” You whined, wiggling from his embrace. “But, [name]! Didn’t you hear that loud thunder earlier?” He pouted. “Yeah, I did. But you’re 19. A full adult.” You protested.
“So what? Come on, lay back downnn!” He whined, pulling you back to the bed. You rolled your eyes, giving in. He hugged your figure. Keeping you in place with his legs. “I still don’t forgive you, you know?” You huffed, turning your head in a different direction. “You’re still not over that?” He groaned, his grip loosens. “What? You think I’d forget that easily?” You bark, frustrated. “Am i that easy to you?” You added, pushing his tangled limbs away and stomping out the door, not entirely sure where to go.
Ultimately, you ended up in the kitchen. You opened the fridge door and stared at it blankly. The fridge suddenly closed, waking you from your stance. Thyme sighed softly, pressing your figure to his and giving a quick peck to your head. “Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that.” You secretly smiled at his words, burying your face in his puffy pajamas. He clasped your hands in his. “Forgive me now?” He asked with pleading eyes. You rolled your eyes and laughed. “Perhapsss— only if!” You raised a finger. “You get me mcdonalds right now.” You smiled. “Done.” He beamed back, engulfing you back in his arms.
Bonus:
“Thyme… what the hell?!” You screamed. “What?” He asked, his head tilting in confusion. “When I meant mcdonalds, i didn’t mean a literal franchise! For fuck’s sake I just wanted some cheeseburgers and an oreo flurry!”
“Welp, it’s done. It’s your fault for not being specific. Face palm. “You’re the only psycho who would buy a mcdonalds branch at 3 am, in pouring rain!” You groaned. Let’s just say, this scenario repeats regularly. But don’t blame him, he’s just so lovesick for you.
