why don't we imagines

midnight snack (c.b.)

a/n: i hate this ahhh

summary: i just randomly remembered and thought i should write this. you're hungry at 4am and decide to eat cereal. lol

You turned over once again in the cool blue light of Corbyn's bedroom, cradled in the overhead projection of green stars swaying upon the ceiling, and the growling of your stomach pushed a soft whine from your throat as you nuzzled against your pillow.

You were hungry...very hungry.

The relentless thought of food seemed to slice away at your mind until you finally stuck out an arm toward the nightstand and fished for your phone through a bleary-eyed gaze. A bright glow reflected on your face as you tapped the screen of your phone, eyes flickering to the time; 4:02.

You sighed, taking a final moment to peer at Corbyn behind you, and although the majority of him was turned away, his light, almost inaudible snores didn't fail to make it to your ears. Your lips tugged upwards for a brief second before you carefully stripped the blankets off your body, tossing your legs over the edge of the bed.

The whole apartment was unfamiliarly silent once his bedroom door opened. You were used to Corbyn and his roommates and friends filling the space of the living room and kitchen while you came over, but being 4am, the main lights of the apartment switched off and the air was thick with quietness.

Using the torch on your phone, you focused on the light that bounced around the walls instead of wondering what could've been loitering in the eerie darkness as you padded to the kitchen. You didn't want to make noise with the kitchen cabinets and drawers opening and sliding shut to find a different snack, so you settled for the box of cereal you first caught sight of, resting on the counter from the previous morning.

Your phone sat face down on the kitchen island, shining its bright light in a small spot on the ceiling, and you just tipped your cereal into a bowl and poured the milk in silently. Placing the bowl on the island, you hoisted yourself onto a barstool and grabbed your phone to scroll on TikTok while you ate, random sounds filtering through the air.

The gap between the door and the frame of Corbyn's bedroom invited the blue and dapped green light to slide into the rest of the apartment. It made it all the way into the kitchen and stained the floorboards instantly as a sleepy Corbyn dragged himself towards you.

His tired legs led him to stand right beside your seat before you finally looked up, utterly startled by his presence.

"Gosh, Corbyn!" You shouted, wincing at the high volume of your voice, a hand pressed to your chest.

"M'sorry," He whispered, a ghost of a smile gracing his darkened face.

"S'okay," You replied with the same softness his tone had adopted.

Corbyn hardly even realised you were eating until he heard the crunch of cereal between your teeth as you shovelled in another spoonful. "Why are you eating now?

"Why not?" You challenged, breaking the creases between your brows with a smile. "I was hungry" You shrugged.

Corbyn chuckled, and after a pause, he admitted. "Actually...I'm hungry too." A smile flits across your lips at his words and turn off your phone to watch him make his own bowl. You watch him pour in the cereal and milk, much more careless of his sleeping roommates and take a seat beside you.

"Cheers," He held up a spoonful, waiting for your own to clink with his.

"Cheers," You giggled, touching your spoon with his before you both took a bite.

There you were, a hungry couple simply eating cereal together at 4am, filling the quiet early morning with nothing more than gentle whispers spoken from half full mouths and giggles at the dark kitchen island.