#early day tmr. sigh

[dustykneed]

perennial (how many five-year missions does it take for a kid to grow into a young adult?)

i feel sorta bad for being mean to poor ol bones but i don't have the energy for a bonus doodle so here's the sketch from my soft spones painting because i like it almost as much as the rendered thing ^^

(yeah bones is totally doing the ozh'esta unconciously haha. im so tired rn but they are SO soft with each other ok. they have my heart <3333)

[phagodyke]

ate a big breakfast this morning and took my meds when I got to work so an hour later than usual let's see if this makes a difference

[princessbrunette]

imagine rafe not being able to spend the night and your house bc he has like early business to do and you’re just so whiny begging him not to leave like clinging to his leg and he’s like “jesus christ i’ll be back tmr 😒” but at the same time he’s like 😊 bc it’s nice to feel needed

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you were clingy and you knew it. instead of pretending like you weren’t, you learnt to fully embrace it. no matter how much rafe tried to act like he didn’t, you knew he loved it deep down. it made him feel wanted, something not many other people in his life offered him.

he pats his keys in his back pocket as he slowly makes his way to your front door, lips parted as he thinks over everything he had on his person when he arrived, making sure to leave none of it behind. it was bad today, you really needed him. after the day you had, you wanted nothing more than to fall asleep on his chest, feeling safe and just… better. you cry, pathetic and hiccupy as you keep a clasp on his hand and he lets you hold it all the way to the door before pulling himself out of your grasp.

“okay, hey— can’t keep cryin’ like this baby you knew i wasn’t stayin’ over tonight because i told you. gave you time to… emotionally prepare n’shit. i got business to do early tomorrow, remember?” he raises his eyebrows, trying to reason with you. his voice is stern but he’s mopping up your tears with his thumb anyway.

“i know but i had a bad day, i just want you to sleep here!” you sob, clutching over his wrists as his hands clean you up and he shakes his head, gently removing them.

“look i’m — i’m sorry, alright? you know i wanna stay here, more than anything. but i’m a man now, yeah? i’m in charge of handlin’ business n’i got people relying on me. sometimes you— you have to make the hard choice, and this is one of those times.” he lectures you, so you do what any reasonable human being would do, and lower yourself to the ground, wrapping yourself around his leg.

“you’re not going.” you swipe your tear on his pants and he sighs in exasperation, trying to wiggle you off to no avail.

“jesus fuckin’ christ, are you kidding? get up, hey—” he tries to walk, but you cling him tighter, coming with him and he stops again. “let go and listen to me. m’gonna count to three, don’t let me get there.” he lifts up a finger and you unlatch yourself, staying on the ground in a ball. rate lowers himself into a squat, expression stern and yet yielding. “alright. you’re gonna calm down, yeah? i will sit with you until you fall asleep, and it better be within the hour or i’m just gonna leave. get up, c’mon. go brush your teeth.” he stands, giving you a little nudge with his foot and you hop up, happy enough with the outcome of him staying a little longer and run upstairs, not waiting for him to follow.

he huffs out an exasperated sigh, shaking his head. “little shit.” he whispers, following you. once you’re all in bed, ready — he comes and sits beside you, mopping up the last remaining tears that stain your face with the backs of his knuckles. “okay. i’m here. now go to sleep.”

“kiss, rafe.” you pucker your lips and he indulges you, bringing you a nice long one to satisfy you before pulling back.

“close your eyes.” he sighs tiredly and you do so, but not before switching off your lamp. he places a hand on your back over your pyjama shirt, rubbing slow circles as if tries to silently coax you to sleep faster so he can get going, smiling secretly to himself at your shenanigans.

he won’t admit it, but he did feel really sad to go, and even considered staying— but he knew he had to make the responsible choice, so with one final look, he left you in your bedroom fast asleep.

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[simplyvyn]

224 DAYS WITH YOU.

Nagi, lying for love? Thats not like him. But it is him. And he will love you today, tomorrow and forever. Even if it is just a fragment of his memory.

Seishiro Nagi x reader | wc 3.7k

Warnings: fluff to angst, ooc Nagi, implied fem! Reader, sick! Reader, some parts of this oneshot may not be similar to the original series i was gonna make, reader has like parent issues but it can be ignored

You were minding your own business at your class, there were only a few of your classmates in the classroom. Guess you were early. The door opened, a white haired boy entered, he was with a purple haired boy. You didn't mean to eavesdrop on their conversation, they were only two steps from your seat.

"Reo, give back my nintendo switch."

"Not until you ask someone out. I can't believe you haven't even tried having a date. Let alone a crush at all."

"But 's such a hassle.."

"Just pick anyone! At all!"

And so he did.

Looking around for a few seconds, you felt his eyes land on you, even if you weren't looking. He wasn't gonna ask you, right?

Until the door opened, your teacher came in and the lesson started. The whole class, you felt a pair of eyes on you. You think it was from that white haired boy- what's his name anyways? Nagi was it?- Nagi Seishiro? Yea, that. Anyway, whenever you check him, his head seems to be plopped down on his forearms, on top of his table like he's sleeping.

Class ended and you stood up. Every student in your class left as you fixed up your items in your table, everyone seems to be in a rush.

"Hey. You." You startled when someone spoke, you look up at the voice and noticed Nagi. When you look up he asks you the golden question. Or request.

"Go out w' me."

You? You already ended things with your last boyfriend, thinking that he was your last. You only have at least a few months. You made sure nothing special will be left attached to you once you're gone.

"U-uh, yea, sure. Where exactly?" You asked as you held your bag in your arms. "Just the mall, lets go to the arcade?" That does seem kind of cute. So why not? After all this all will be fake anyways. You heard everything.

After that conversation, you asked for his number and waited for school to end. Eventually school ended and you went home.

You entered your cosy abode, taking off your shoes and putting it aside on the shelves. "I'm home." You spoke.

You were all alone.

You just took of your shoes with a sigh, putting them aside and going upstairs to your bedroom. Going back, the least thing you expected as of today was a date. You adming Seishiro Nagi had looks. But would having a date with him really matter?

Speaking of the date, you never asked when it is, did you? You decided to chat him.

Y/N: Hi Nagi! I didn't actually got to ask you, when is the date exactly? TT

You thought he'd probably reply late since he might be doing some soccer stuff so you scrolled down to your social media. To your suprise, a notification popped up from Nagi

Y/N: Hi Nagi! I didn't actually got to ask you, when is the date exactly? TT

Nagi: Tmr, after school. Is that good?

Y/N: Yea, sure! ^^

Nagi reacted heart on your message.

Time seemed faster than it usually did. Class ended, and you two eventually were off on your date. You two went to the arcade immediately and played alot of games. He even played a claw machine and got a stuffed toy for you!

Eventually you two had your last tokens and spent it on a shooting game.

"You're very noob at this." Nagi commented.

"I don't do stuff like this much!"

His hands went out of his pockets and got behind you and held the shooter as you held the shooter.

He was so close to you, you can even smell him not in a creepy way, you know. The next thing you know he finished the game for you and you both even got alot of tickets. You both decided to give the tickets to a kid instead. After all, Nagi already got you a stuffed toy.

You both decided to just eat on Mcdonalds for simpler vibes you know.

"Hey Nagi."

"What" he spoke while munching his food.

"Why did you take me out? Not to be a creep but i heard you and Reo's conversation about it."

He pauses for a moment to swallow his food and to think. "Cause you're pretty."

You didn't expect that answer. You heard that little compliment most of the time, but from him why does it feel like your stomach your stomach just did backflips thirty times at sonic speed?

"I see. I'm guessing by tomorrow he will give you back your nintendo?" You said.

"Probably."

After the two of you ate, he insisted on paying for the food and you left some tip. You both went outside and you excused yourself to go to the restroom so you can drink your meds.

Gladly you did bring your meds and you have a water bottle so you drank your meds. You went out of the restroom as you see Nagi waiting on a bench.

"Lets go." You said and he stood up.

While you two were walking, he stopped.

"Are you taking the bus?" He asked

"Oh yeah."

Do.. you have money?"

"Of course i do."

"Oh okay." You didnt notice the slight disappointment in his eyes as he scratches the back of his neck.

"By the way, can you take a picture of me?" You ask and he nodded, he brought out his phone and you held the stuffed toy he gave you in your hands.

Click!

"Send it to me, okay? Oh! Thats also for proof if Reo asks you for some." You said as you both look on to the picture.

"Well, I will leave now. I don't wanna miss the bus." You turned around and took your step before you felt a hand on your shoulder.

"Be safe. Chat me when you get gome, alright?" He said. Your eyes widen at his words before smiling at him.

"I will and you too." You said as you wave goodbye at him and so did he.

28 DAYS

Its been about what? A month since your date? If it is then why do you still keep each other updated? Right, Nagi told you that Reo said you guys need to last longer to make it look real. But its not really.. I mean. It's fake, right? Right now you're chatting him all night. At rare times, you vc with him and play minecraft or roblox. Even Reo is believing this whole relationship. But hey! Today, spending time with Nagi is quite fun.

— "Hey N/N.. lets play roblox.. i don't have anyone to play a horror game with.." LIE. But for Nagi, you accept. "Sure! But you go first. I get scared easily." You took with a note. "Pshh, basic."

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56 DAYS

Time flies quite fast, its shocking really. Nagi has a soccer match tomorrow, he insisted you go. Who were you to decline? People will be shock if you, the Mr. Genius lover, to not go to his match? So you did. You cheered your heart out for him. He even kind of seem motivated, it scared Reo a bit. But hey, they won! Nagi was a bit more happy than he usually did. His best friend noticed it but he, himself, didn't.

— "Hey, N/n. Don't forget i have a match tomorrow, y' better wear my jersey, okay?" Nagi reminded to you while tying his shoes for practice. "Yea yea. i always do anyways. Stay safe when you go home, okay? I need to go home now." "Alright, Buh bye." He said and you kissed him on the cheek. + motivation for practice you know.

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84 DAYS

Out of curiosity Reo asked, Nagi seemed so out of character rather than he usually was. Why? Then it made Nagi think, now that he mentioned it, he seems like he is. He also dont know why. He didn't even know when it started. Reo said it started when he stopped playing games alone at night. Then it hit him. He stopped playing games alone when you came. When you came, he stopped playing alone and thats when he started being not like himself. He felt better than before. Not like what he was before was bad but this feeling was better. He wanted this feeling forever.

Reo asked what he saw in you. He saw everything. Everything he wished he'd seen sooner. Other than striving for seeinv people lose, he had only realize feeling this kind of comfort and joy is quite calming. Chill. He likes it

— "Why're you asking me this, Reo..?" Nagi look at Reo with a sigh as he leans more to the couch inside Reo's penthouse. "What? Can't his best friend find more about your relationship?" Reo asked as he played video games on the TV, Nagi paused. It came to realization to him again. What did he see in you? If it was your pretty face, it would be lust. Nagi Seishiro is not about lust. He eventually got more close to you.

"Maybe 's because shes really comforting." Reo also paused to look at Nagi. "Or maybe because her voice soothes my ears. Like shes singing a lullaby." Then Nagi looks down. "Or maybe i genuinely like her because her presence is very chill."

"Or maybe you can focus on the game now? You just killed us!" Reo answered.

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112 DAYS

It was raining at your school. How could it rain when its about to be summer? Gosh, you didn't even have an umbrella. You didnt have any options left honestly. It was like your unlucky day on this time. Woah will you look at that! Nagi's there! He took you home and let you sleep in his apartment. Today, you met his pet Choki. You were still abit taken aback of him having a pet cacti. Is he that unsociable? But hey, Nagi said his pet liked you, you we're happy about it. You two even watched Netflix and just chill for a while. And even ate ramen. You had to feed him because he was lazy.

Eventually the day after that, you two prepared for school together. You had cooked pancakes for the two of you while he showers. While he eats, you shower. He even helped you put on your shoes while you dry your damp hair. And then you two went to go to school together.

— Why did he even help you? You didn't ask for it anyways, he offered to help. You only accepted it because you do need it. And he wasn't particularly busy. And now he's beside you, walking you to school. You didn't even notice the your hand was brushing against his. Now he wants to hold yours. Your hands feels cold brushing against his warm hands. "Hey N/N?" "Hmm?" "Can i hold your hand?" He asks "My hands are cold though.." you answered. Gently he held your hand. "Then i will make them warm."

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140 DAYS.

What's wrong with you. You didn't go to school for at least three days. You weren't chatting him as well. Was he worried? Don't worry, you came to school tomorrow by that time anyways, he had ask you what happened, you said you just have been busy with stuff and needed alot of rest. He understood and said if you needed help, you can call him. You wish you can.. but theres no point in looking for help. No one can help. Nothing can help.

You hate it. You hate it so much how you just need to accept you only have one choice and it is to ACCEPT you don't have any choices. No one can help. Your sick. Life is this, life has 50/50 chances of ruining or fixing your life and how you much you hate it because it broke alot of your relationships and friendships.

— Nagi had been calling you. 17 calls at least in a day. 11 chats per hour. Within three days, you responded to his chats. "I'm completely fine, Sei :> no need to worry just got tired and stuff, will come back to school tom !" He already read it within 2 seconds and he sighed in relief. "Whats wrong?" Reo asked beside him. "N/n is safe." "Of course, you're worried about her." Reo said.

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168 DAYS.

"Hey. Y/N." He called. You turned your head to him as you both walked to class. "Wanna go to the night market later? There's some good food there." He said while scratching the back of his neck. "Oh yea sure!" You answer while smiling at him.

"Hey Shiro." You were resting your head on his shoulder as you watched him play his game and eat. "You haven't loved someone genuinely, right?" Nagi paused. He already did. You did that to him. He just nodded. "If you ever did, will you love them today of tomorrow or even forever? Even if they will leave you soon?" You ask. Silly, he would already do that for you. And you only. "Pretty sure i will." Oh, he will. And he would gladly do that for you. "Then the chosen person for you must be lucky." You are lucky.

Sometimes, you wonder why did fate brought you a Nagi Seishiro. What is he, your soulmate? You were just too late. You didn't have time. You came home with crying eyes, walking to your neighborhood. Why were you even crying? Because you feel guilt for Nagi? Or because your scared you don't wanna leave Nagi?

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196 DAYS

Later that day, you asked Nagi to talk with you, thinking to stop the relationship now. But is it really the right thing? Why bother even wondering? Its not like even if its the wrong thing, its better this way. Fate just needs it to be this way so you chat your 'lover'.

— Y/N: "Nagi? Are you still awake? Ik its 10 at night but can we meet up at the night market? Our usual spot there?🥹" Read.

Nagi Seishiro sent a 'thumbs up' emoji.

You were waiting for Nagi at the bench. The night seemed colder than you thought. Or are you cold? You were even shivering, you were holding yourself. Maybe you werent cold. Or was the night cold. You were nervous. Of what?

A jacket was wrapped around you from behind. You turned around and see Seishiro there, he went to you and was about to sit down but you stopped him. You'll make this quick. "Whats wrong?" Nagi asked. This is wrong.

"Look i can't keep up this time Nagi." Nagi tilted his head. Its not Sei? Nor Shiro? "I know this whole thing is fake but we need to stop this relationship." Nagi's eyes widened with fear. "What? Why?.."

"I-.. I just can't do it anymore. Okay? If you need a new fake girlfriend, feel free to do so. Thank you, Seishiro Nagi for an unforgetable experience, i won't forget you." You bow at him. Well neither will he! So don't go bowing at him, no ones leaving!

"N/n.." he called, making you look up at him.

"I am not leaving you." What? No, he can't. You will die soon! Its a pity, he doesn't even know your sickness..!

"Why? Its just fake anyways! Was everything not..?" You ask. It was a mistake and you knew it when he went silent and looked down. "Nagi. Answer my question."

"I love you, Y/N." Nagi finally looked up at you with those eyes. What eyes exactly? Maybe its eyes of adoring someone. Or eyes of searching for an answer. Or eyes of loving you. "I love you so much, Y/N. I don't like this feeling of letting go.. Letting you go."

But you can't deny it either, can you? You also love Nagi. But the only thing that's stopping you is that will he accept that your dying? When your parents heard that you were dying of a young age, they stopped caring for you. Instead, they focused on getting more money. They just kept you buying stuff. Exchanging for their presence.

You don't want that again. You don't want to feel that pain again.

You sigh, then sitting back down again, and pat the seat next you, signalling Nagi to sit down as well. "Can i tell you a secret, Nagi?" He only nodded.

"I'm breaking up with you because.. I'm gonna die soon."

Nagi's eyes widen.

You chuckle slightly "I know I'm sounding insane right now like i can read the future but the doctor said so. Saying i have some lung disease that doesn't even have a cure yet. Today is my 196th day, you met me when i had 224 days."

"Y'know, when i met you, i actually saw in the internet, 224 means Today, Tomorrow and Forever. Meaning, like, One will love you today, tomorrow and forever!.."

You look at Nagi, who was already looking at you the whole time, You slightly smiled. "Crazy right?.."

Please say something, please tell me fate really brought us together, please say that we're meant to love eachother forever.

"Crazy. Very crazy." Nagi answered.

"Y'know what's crazier?" You were surprised Nagi was able to answer you, keeping the conversation in flow. You slightly tilt your head in confusion.

He put his large hand on top of yours. "It's that I'm willing to actually love you today, tomorrow and forever." He smiled looking at your shocked expression. But, you're gonna die soon! Is he even sure of this?..

"I know you will die even if i love you right now but if you've notice.."

"I'm glad i'm mostly the last person your spending time with." You were also glad.

"You're not gonna leave me?" You ask without even thinking.

"I love you so much, Seishiro Nagi but I'm gonna die, and you! I should be nothing to you by now, I'm dying! Are you hearing yourself?" You stood up in shock.

"No, Are you hearing me?" That took you back.

"I'll say what i said better.. I said, I am more than willing to love you today, tomorrow and forever, even if you're gonna die and I'll have to experience it. How are you saying you should be nothing to me by now, when you were everything to me? Even now, I'll make sure you were everything to me, today, tomorrow and forever."

Nagi stood up to face you closer. "Y/N, I am so fuckin' glad that i met you when you still had 224 days. If you're asking me, fate brought this to us, brought us together as if we're soulmates. As if you and i we're meant to love eachother. If loving you means i will get to see you dying soon, then i will keep loving you and have you in a special place inside this heart of mine when you're up there."

"Accept my love for you already and i'll make your remaining days feel like it's special, today, tomorrow, and forever."

Dear, he did.

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219 DAYS...

Recently, you just lived in with Nagi, as promised, you two spent everything together and did everything together. Even Nagi asked Reo for help which shocked him, and you even became friends with Reo. What a nice guy. Reo was the one setting you two up on dates and places where to go. Of course, Reo don't know that you will die soon. Its just a little secret between you and Nagi. Other than having dates, you guys also have private moments where you two just in his room, cuddling or kissing. Who knows? But you appreciated every moment you have done with him. Even if its just playing video games.

— "You're still aware that i love you, right?" Nagi asked out of the blue. "Forever. How bout you? You aware that i love you?" "Always." And you chuckle, putting a peck in Nagi's lips which he chases for when you let go. Continuing in a kissing session.

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223 DAYS

Tomorrow is your last day. By the time of 7 PM, you will surely die. Right now your in a hospital bed. Sitting up, and Nagi was laying his arms on your bed while resting his head in his arms. He seemed like he was waiting for you to wake up.

Gently, you pat his head making him awake and look up to you. "Thank god, your still awake.."

You giggled. "For now. Only have a few hours left till i go up."

"I love you, Y/N." you look at Nagi and he looks at you.

He hold your hand, and puts a ring in your hand.

"Just a ring. A promise ring." Nagi said.

"A promise ring?"

"A promise ring that i will love you today, tomorrow and forever."

Clearly, this is making you tear up. You didn't hesitate and let tears flood your eyes, pouring down your face like waterfalls. Nagi stood up and wiped the tears away your face. You were trying to say something and he just shushes you till you calm down, waiting for the opportunity to let you speak.

Soon, the tears stop falling from your face, you, having a red nose, reddish eyes and Nagi having his hands on your face as you hold one of his hands.

"I'm scared of leaving you.. I don't want to leave you just yet, Shiro.." tears were still slowly falling from your cheeks and Nagi kissed your forehead and the finger with his promise ring on it.

"Yours and my love will always be connected through this ring. So you better keep it in your hands till you go up there, okay?"

You nodded.

Silence was given to you two and you decided to break it.

"I'll always be watching your matches. Cheering for you, y'know."

"And i will know that you will through these rings. Our rings."

"Today, Tomorrow and Forever?" You ask.

"Today, Tomorrow and Forever." Nagi answers.

Ya ill end it there.. I FINALLY FINISHED 224 DAYS W U aka love at first and last sight.. decided to change it a bit, same plot though BEEN MAKING THIS FOR WEEKS BRO IM FRL. Sorry for those who read the series and have been waiting for this.. its very long and i tried to make it not fast paced w/o so much words ok..

[the-fruitpunch-clown]

KINKTOBER 2024:

DAY II: car sex featuring Mike Schmidt

synopsis: mike can make you come on his face in less than five minutes, right? or mike makes you late bc he’s munch

tags: oral sex fem! receiving, mike being a needy whore basically lmao

kinktober 2024 masterlist | main masterlist

“mike, baby, you know i have somewhere to be. i don’t have time for this…” your voice trails off. mike continues to kiss along your neck, even after you’ve told him multiple times you’ll both be late for work if this goes any further. 

“c’mon babe, just five minutes, please? i’ll be quick, promise,” his light kisses continue up to your ear, whispering the words against you as his hands play with your hair. you sigh, internally reprimanding yourself for giving in so easily. “fine, but just five minutes, nothing longer. alright?” 

mike smiles at you and presses a quick kiss to your temple before eagerly fumbling over the center console to settle between your legs. unsurprisingly, there’s already enough room from your previous intimate moments shared in his car. he makes quick work with shoving your skirt up and settles his hands on your spread legs, “open up for me baby, that’s it, fuck…” 

mike leans in and leaves a chaste kiss against your panties, making you squirm against him. in return, he smacks your thigh, “quit movin’, you said you wanted this to be quick right? well sit there and be still for me.” 

right before you’re about to chide him, he shoves your panties aside and licks a long stripe up your center, flicking your clit with his tongue. he continues his assault by shoving his whole face into you, his tongue dipping lightly into your hole, and you can’t help but grind your clit against his nose. he moans into you, the vibrations going straight through you and adding to the pleasure he’s bringing you. 

mike continues to messily make out with your cunt while you moan and mewl above him. “mikey, oh fuck- please.. i need it,” you grip his hair mercilessly, pulling him deeper into you. you think you hear him mutter a muffled, “i know i know, baby, use me, fuck my face, c’mon, give me it..” but you can’t tell anyways with the ringing in your ears. 

you continuously rock your hips against his mouth, quickly chasing your orgasm. “mikey, baby.. fuck, ‘m right there, please..” you whine out. the grip you have on his hair borders on painful, but it only ceases to turn him on more. mike groans out against your cunt, “come on my face baby, do it for me, c’mon,” he fucks his tongue into you, rubbing his nose against your clit. his quick ministrations push you over edge, has you coming on his face as you moan out his name and a string of curses. 

as you slowly come down from your high, mike works you through it, lazily lapping at your release while looking up at your blissed out face. soon, his lazy strokes start to build up to overstimulation and you push against his shoulders and shove his head away, “too much, it’s too much mikey.” 

he reluctantly pulls away from you, resting his head on your head, “alright, you good?” 

you smile down at him, admiring how equally blissed he seems, “mhm.” you check the time on the clock, which reads 1:08 P.M., eight minutes past when your break ends, and ten past the end of your “five minutes”. 

“micheal!” you sit up abruptly, forcing him to lift his head. “what?” 

“you made me late, i told you five minutes!” you scold him, but you can hardly keep up the act with the adoring look he gives you. “i’m sorry, baby, i can make it up to you-“ 

“later. if i’m already gonna be late, might as well make the most of it. get in the back seat, it’s my turn to have fun.” 

notes: so the plan was to post either logantober or kinktober early in the morning (around 12am eastern, as i am on the east coast lmao) and then the other later in the day but i forgot to post this morning. oops. but logantober will be out later today!!

also no logantober for tmr, but will be back on the 4th!! kinktober will continue ofc!

all banners, dividers, and graphics are from @/saradika-graphics !!

[nochukoo97]

boyfriend drabbles (pt.28)

pairing: idol!jungkook x gf!reader

summary: the one where you fall sick after you and jungkook get into a fight right before he has to leave for america

word count: 1.3k+

taglist!: @imlyfie @jksgirlhere

boyfriend drabbles masterlist!

You seriously didn’t want to end your last moment with Jungkook before he flew to America this way, but the both of you had been on edge the past few days, so a little argument only fueled the both of you to grow upset and agitated.

Hell, you didn’t even get to say a proper goodbye to him, you simply just acknowledged your boyfriend heading out with his two luggages before he closed the door.

But here you are, sitting alone on the couch of Jungkook’s apartment, nose puffy and red from sobbing earlier. Even though he would be only gone for three days, you knew this fight would make it seem like ages for the both of you.

-

The next day you were sitting on the counter, picking at your bowl of food. If Jungkook had been here, he would chat with you while the both of you ate, he would sneak little kisses here and there or feed you something. The absence of your boyfriend’s presence further fueled this empty and broken feeling in you.

To add on to that, the time difference with both countries made it worse to communicate, normally Jungkook would stay up late to call you whenever you woke up, but it seemed because of the fight, he had not done so. It hurt you a little inside, afraid that the both of you would be at a silent war with each other for the next two days.

Jungkook on the other hand, was pacing back and forth in his hotel room, his finger hovered above the ‘call’ button of your contact in his phone, yet the previous unsolved argument made him retract his finger, deciding to send you a text instead.

Your phone lit up beside you, catching your attention.

kook ❤️: baby, are you awake?

kook ❤️: miss you, let’s talk when i get home okay?

You almost let out a sigh of relief that he had at least not forgotten to talk to you, quickly picking up your phone, you reply,

me: yes, it’s late over there, why aren’t you asleep?

It was true, it was at least 2am there and you knew he had an early morning the next day. Jungkook paused for a second, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he noticed your thoughtful comment.

You watch as the three dots appear and pause for a minute, Jungkook on the other hand contemplating on how he should respond to you.

kook ❤️: was thinking about you

me: go to sleep baby, you need rest for tmr

Jungkook sinks in his seat a little at your abrupt reply, normally you would have maybe replied with emojis or simply more expression, but it seemed as if the previous argument had still been in your mind.

He quickly reacts to your message with a ‘thumbs up’ and turns his phone off, laying on the cold hotel bed. If not for the argument, he would’ve been on a call with you, falling asleep to you doing chores or random activities, with your presence. Yet now Jungkook feels a part of him empty, laying in silence and hoping his body falls asleep soon.

-

To be fair, the weather forecast did not say it was about to rain this heavily today. Your initial plan of a quick run to the convenience store near Jungkook’s apartment failed miserably, as you begin to run to the nearest shelter, clothes soaked from the sudden downpour.

A string of curses flows out of your mouth as you try your best to shield yourself with your hands over your head. If Jungkook was there, he probably would have brought an umbrella, or he would have run in the rain together with you, making it seem not bad at all. But of course, with your heart heavy from the argument and the absence of your boyfriend, the rain only further fueled your frustrations.

When you finally reach home after running to the convenience store, you’re dripping head to toe, sniffing as you feel a headache coming in. Falling sick was not on your list either, but it seemed a ten minute run in the rain made your body shut down immediately.

Jungkook had texted you that night, but you had no energy to simply pick up your phone from the coffee table, body limp and weak on the couch as you curl up, shivering from time to time. To add to that, you had run out of medicine in your emergency cabinet, and you knew well enough that going out to buy medicine for yourself was the last thing to do.

-

“Baby, I’m home,” Jungkook calls out, but he’s only to be met with a dark apartment, looking a little more bare than usual.

Your cat mug was not on the table, the pink blanket you had always left on the couch gone, your laptop on the coffee table gone.

His eyebrows furrow, causing a crease between them as he walks into the kitchen, then the study room, then finally your shared bedroom. Jungkook loses it when he realises, your pillows on your side of the bed are gone, the bedroom slippers you always left near the bedroom door are also gone.

“Fuck, where did you go?” He mutters under his breath, cursing at himself for not calling you before he boarded the plane. You couldn’t have left the house out of anger right? It seemed like it was the only reasonable explanation at this point.

The small light that emits from the gap between the floor and the door of the guest room catches his eye, as Jungkook hums in confusion, why would you be in there?

When he creaks open the door, he’s met with a huge lump of blanket, pillows scattered around the mattress, a mini set up of your mug and tissues and your laptop right next to the bed.

“Jagi, why are you in here?” He pulls open the blanket, making eye contact with you, curled up into a ball, nose red from sniffling.

“Kook, don’t come near me,” You croak out, voice scratchy as you use your foot to push him away. It only makes him step back one step but you’re satisfied with the distance for now.

“Are you sick? Why didn’t you call me?” He approaches you again, ignoring your hands that attempt to swat him away as he places his palm on your forehead.

Hissing, he retracts his hand, “You’re heating up,” Jungkook frowns at you, concern flashed over his face as he studies you.

“I moved here because didn’t want to keep the germs in our room, then you won’t catch it,” You whisper, throat already stinging just after speaking a few words earlier, “I left my phone on my side of our bed, I was too tired to go back to take it,”

Jungkook can only sigh, mentally scolding himself, “How long have you been like this?”

“Two days? I went to the convenience store but it started raining and I forgot an umbrella. It’s okay though, I also didn’t want to worry you too much since you weren’t here,” You let out a smile, stroking his cheek tenderly.

“Next time tell me immediately okay? You’ve been sick and alone for two days, I could have at least sent someone to take care of you,” He looks around the room, a pile of tissues at the corner of your bed as you realise how close he is to you.

“Kook, go out of the room, you’re gonna catch my cold,” You whine, hands pressed against his chest as you attempt to push him away again.

“I’ll rather be sick with you than be away from you,” And with that, he rolls onto the mattress, trapping you in his embrace. Jungkook laughs seeing you squirm about in his hold, rambling on about how he should not be in the room right now.

“I’ll go and buy your medicine soon, in ten minutes okay?”

“Then please stop cuddling me or you’ll have to miss the rest of your promotions,”

[voidcat]

i. welcome to summoners rift

characters: narumi gen, gn!reader

a/n: the game i had in mind while writing this is league of legends.. boo i know. anyways i tried to keep the LoL terms down so itll be easier to understand. reader is implied to be a part of first division- part time operations leader but more involved in data collecting and medical side of things, (I’ll decide fully later)

. i need to make this pathetic loser suffer in games so bad its not even funny anymore... first of many more fics to come im afraid

The first few times to play it safe and because it’s what you’re used to, you take a generic support class— Seraphine got crowd control, enough damaging spells to trigger a DoT or do some extra last minute damage, provides shield, speed and health.

A well balanced support and pretty, Narumi cannot help but think as the Seraphine on his screen hits ctrl+3 and dances for the third time while waiting for the opposing team to make a move. You seem to know what you’re doing, you placed wards, dance when it seems idle but keeping your attention enough to cut it when you suspected an ambush few times. Plus it’s one of the most recent skins you got for the champ so he knows you know how to play the champion, despite your low score on her-

After all, not everyone has been playing this damn game for 5 to 10 years now, a newbie is no problem as long as they know how to play and show it. You leave the minions to him, heal him at critical moments the enemies thought he was dying so he can attack back and get them one by one— you’re good, and you’re especially good with him.

By the time the entire team gathers on the same lane, pushing to the opposing team’s base, you send your ult at the perfect moment, charming four enemies at once and creating the dream situation of any player.

Well, the rest of your team slowly dies because of heavy damage over time they took but it’s alright. The screen says in big letters: PENTA KILL! With his champion icon right under it, and in the game chat even the opposing team congratulates him, saying it was insane game play.

Then Narumi hears that same melody since the beginning of the game whenever you hit the dance animation and a new message in the game chat:

> victory dance for that lovely penta ( *｀ω´)

Reading the message, he watches your champion dance with his eyes glued to the screen, heat rising up to his face… absolutely adorable is what it is. Standing there with his champion, he then hits ctrl+3 as well to join you on the dance, letting the minions carry on.

The game is about to end, the opposing team begs in the chat to not end, to keep playing, meanwhile his team makes some jokes referencing early minutes of the match. Then at the last second, Narumi quickly types in and hits send.

The chat box reads: ‘support diff’

Before queuing up for another game, his hand acts on impulse and invites you to the lobby.

And to his surprise, you accept!

The sound of message notifications reaches his ears short after and he quickly reads over.

>awww >seems like someone enjoyed my presence;P

Adorable and cheeky, this just might be his best in game interactions by far. without a word, he queues up another game and another, the night goes on.

messages from you in-game keep on coming, at one point he thinks to himself "what he hell is a fryslan bop" to which you just send a keyboard smash followed by a "its a song lol"

so you are a chatter, he gathers quickly. not often but when you do, you send in a lot. he soon catches up to when you're actually talking versus spamming a song's lyrics while having Seraphine dance in your stead.

until you cancel the queue start up and send a message.

>gotta go >its late >booo >we jst got started >work tmr sry T-T

with a sigh, he watches as you leave and tries playing another match, but for some reason during the entirety of the match, he has no fun.

when you log into your game accounts in the evening, relieved to have an easy day, you notice a few friend request. "kaijuslayer"

you click accept and before you can open another tab, you instantly receive a lobby invite. its unreal how quick this person is... and how much he enjoys gaming, apparently. with no plans for the night and no desire to do anything else, you accept the invite.

Narumi is over the clouds to see not only has his request being accepted but also his invite too. gaming is more fun when you are winning, and thus playing with people who know what they're doing. you pick the same champion again and accomodate to his various picks, supporting him however he needs. it's perfect, it's distracting. while the two of you wait for the client to find another match, you begin to talk. since it's a friday, he tries his shot and asks if you'll stay for longer this time.

>nah >my v much serious v grownup job has saturdays too >and awfully early waking hours >sucks to b u> v serious v grownup huh >yea? >im starting to suspect u might b a child >OLIFSDJFIGOJSDOLŞGJSDFOLŞG >the calls coming from inside the house

before Narumi can send a reply, the 'match found' screen pops up and the two of you leave it there.

the match starts off smooth. he's farming a good amount, the two of you reached level 6 before the others, and as the opposing lane tries an ambush, you hit them with your ult, charming them in the process. as narumi begins to unleash his combo, your slowing down waves slither there gently, quitely. then follows your shield and speed buff, and right before his very eyes, your now-powered-up-double skill hits the enemies and the screen reads: "TRIPLE KILL" with your icon next to it.

as much of an ideal support as Seraphine is, Narumi remembers the fact all too painfully that Seraphine was first released as a midlaner... a very much capable AP damage unit if built that way. a part of wants to see, and a part of him is afraid of what he might see if he goes to check which items you have purchased- or if it was a brilliant calculation by itself.

as Narumi stares at the screen, Seraphine dances again, sometimes ending the animation to go around him. seeing him frozen for far too long, you ping him few times. as if his misery, and his kills stolen wasnt bad enough already, your team's jungle has the audacity to send a message to in-game chat. 'supp diff'’

complimenting his support? his duo? Narumi begins to see red.

as you begin to teleport back to the base, you send an emote of one of the characters, tongue poking out, winking and doing a peace sign.

and on his side of things, narumi gen cannot find it in him to stay mad at the turn of events- because just look how endearing and cute you are! it's alright if you took a kill or two by accident, you're still his support, his duo after all!

despite the... technical errors, the game ends in another victory and with you doing a victory dance again, now pinging him if he's staying idle until he joins you as well. his heart cannot take it. it's too much... and as if you are dead set on being the final blow, you send cute emotes, and whenever he sends one back, you reply with another, it goes and goes until the matches end.

a flood of message notification sounds brings him back to earth again.

>heeeey >r u gonna start the queue some time this year? >oh btw pick a color

puzzled at the last message, he says a color, not expecting much out of it. until he sees you have picked another skin with the chroma he said. candy and teeth- you are so adorable and charming, so bad for his poor health. waiting in your lane, you begin the dancing animation again and narumi grins at the screen, watching you dance.

oh no, this is bad. this is pathetic even for him now... he cannot be possibly finding some gamer maybe across the country, someone he never saw nor even heard the voice of charming...

maybe that annoying part time operations leader was right about his... pent up frustration... if he's this down for a game model supposedly representing a person, maybe you had a point when you implied he goes to seek some action and revive himself of whatever's been building up down there.

there is no way he can let anyone learn about this- worst of all, you. with your stoic face and condescending eyes, you'd never let him live that down.

Him! Narumi Gen! the first division captain and the strongest anti-kaiju combatant! he'd rather die than give you the satisfaction of knowing he's so desperate to get some sort of friction he's starting to mix an online person with the character they're playing.

aggressive pings snap him out of his running thoughts and he realizes he's a little behind game-play wise.

now, looking over at the match stats, it doesn't seem all to unsalvageable. he better get to it, there's a match to win and a lovely duo to impress.

[ramblingsfromthytruly]

"You'll not always be motivated so you have to be disciplined."

day 29+30+31/50 productivity challenge - condensing 3 days into 1 post cuz of 2 all nighters in a row i- dw tho cuz i did sleep a couple of hours in between here & there.. still genuinely dunno how i survived. learn from my mistakes & don't procrastinate cuz that's the only reason i was stuck in this mess

23rd September 2024, Monday

[almost nobody from my class actually went to school (& i'm not an exception) cuz tuesday's a study break & wednesday's our chem exam]

💤: 8 hrs - i mean ig at least that's one plus side of sleeping in?

🕒 1 p.m.- *sigh*

afternoon morning skincare

duolingo

practiced playing keyboard

did some college-related research

gradblr intro post

took bath

studied + made notes chemistry ch: structure of atom (not fully)

did so much planning fml (not good, not good at all, i procrastinated a lot!!)

did an exercise video

🚰: 4 glasses

24th September 2024, Tuesday

[study break day]

🕒 6:30 a.m. - my "night" is over & the day has begun

morning skincare

revised chemistry ch: some basic concepts of chemistry

🕒 12 - 3 p.m. - napped

duolingo

had a mental breakdown, pathetically cried, felt like a failure, etc

studied chemistry ch: structure of atom

took bath

night skincare

packed bag for tmr

🕒 10 p.m. - 12 a.m. - napped

🚰: 3 glasses

25th September 2024, Wednesday

[chem exam]

studied chemistry ch: classification of elements and periodicity in properties

studied chemistry ch: chemical bonding and molecular structure

morning skincare

quickly wrote down all formulae + important values

🕒 8 a.m. - left for school sleep deprived asf but caffeinated & motivated to get through the terrible exam

chemistry exam: i will be in deep shit when results come out *sigh* obviously i'm not happy when my friends do bad but only one comfort is that we're in shit together (they're literally the only 2 ppl i talk to in school). i NEED to do well on all my other exams, like somehow make an extraordinary improvement to show that i'm good with the other subjects and will just prioritize studying chem in the future. also made a deal with my mom that if i get above 83% overall then i'll finally get my own tab and headphones. we've been meaning to buy it for some time now, and my mom agreed only because my first tests' marks was at 64% (cuz i didn't study..). not exactly an "academic weapon" just yet.. only yet hopefully..

🕒 1-5 p.m. - came back home & slept like a log (no one's surprised)

(re) planned my day

took bath

ate my first meal of the day (how did i survive till here with just a coffee before school??)

played chess online (lost once, won once)

planned week after dussehra break

night skincare

decided to take a break today & wake up early tmr to start anew; i.e. operation proper sleep every night is green!

🕒 12 a.m. - went to bed finally

🚰: 4 glasses

🎧: a beautiful ravenclaw-themed playlist on youtube

[the-fiction-witch]

The Child P1

Media TMR

Character Newt

Couple Newt X Reader

Rating Smut

I sighed as I turned over in my hammock hearing my back click and crack as I did, I hissed as I lay on my back feeling the rough hammock fabric against my skin, the small folded blanket as a pillow under my neck, as when I moved my bad leg began to cramp. I grit my teeth and stare at the sky for a moment, the sky a dark blue but a delicate glow of light as the sun had not yet risen over the walls, a good few hours until the doors open, and not even the runners or the cooks awake yet. Once the pain of the cramp subsided I glanced across the homestead the various hammocks hung around filled with the exhausted bodies of fellow gladers.

I smiled widely as I saw her, Y/n lay in her own hammock a small distance from my own. She laid in her hammock on her side, her head on her folded blanket, her firey Y/H/C hair in a braid down her back, some flyaways around her face from her sleep, her pale skin glowing in the gentle morning light, her eyes closed softly, her lips parted slightly, her chest rose and fell with each of her breaths, her little blue vest hugging her body, her denim shorts snug around her body, Her little socks on her feet. Her bare thighs, bare legs, and bare arms made me feel warm and tense. I watched her sleep for longer than I like to admit, I began gnawing on my bottom lip a little as I considered what to do. I glanced around the homestead making sure everyone was still deep in their sleep, I knew I was the first awake so I smirked to myself. I grabbed my blanket from behind my neck and I laid it out across my body and I shifted a little. 

I tried not to make any noise as I let my eyes linger on her cleavage in her blue vest top, her bare thighs, her sweet waist and hips. I couldn't help gnawing on my lip as I looked at her. 

I let my hands slip down under my blanket and unlaced my trousers slowly and quietly, once they where undone I slipped my hand in and did my best to be as quiet as possible still unable to take my eyes away from Y/n, I took a gentle grip of my shaft feeling it already stiff and tense. I began to softly stroke up and down the shaft feeling the sweet waves of pleasure building gradually. I knew I wasn't going to last long so I bit my lip hard unable to tear my eyes away from her, my hand getting faster and faster, my grip getting tighter, my breath getting jagged and sharp until I finally reached the peak I had been begging for my hips bucking up against my blanket as my jizz spilt across my stomach, I clamped my hand over my mouth to try and keep quiet even if I let out a little moan my head rolling back on my hammock as I looked at the sky. 

I calmed down watching the clouds for a while enjoying every single second of the pleasurable waves flooding over my body. Before slowly cleaning up with the blanket, relacing my trousers and shoving the blanket down by my feet. 

"Ummm..." I heard Y/n begin to stir in her hammock, she sat up and stretched doing a little adorable yawn,

Nawww she's so cute, 

She opened her sweet Y/e/C eyes and gave them a little rub, "Umm Good morning Newt," she whispered not wanting to wake anyone else up,

"Morning Y/n," I smiled back, "What are you doing up so early?"

"Working,"

"ohh? Where are you working today?"

"Kitchens with fry," she says as she climbs out of her hammock and slips on her shoes and hoodie, 

"Ahh alright,"

"what are you doing up to early?"

"Can't sleep, that's all." 

"Aww you poor thing, is it your ankle again?"

"No, no more my back honestly,"

"Ohh, did you want me to swing by the medjacks to get you some painkillers?"

"You're sweet, but I'll be alright Y/n,"

"Alright Newt," she smiled, "See you later,"

"See you later, have a nice day in the kitchens,"

"You have a nice day in the gardens too," she smiled before she headed off giving me a wave as she went, I smiled and waved her goodbye too even if as she turned away I couldn't help but blow her a little kiss. 

"Umm, I love you..." I sighed wistfully, 

I sighed and got on with my work using my hoe to force the weeds from the ground without disturbing the plants too much, my hoodie around my waist as the day was far too hot. I gently thought to myself for a while mostly thinking about Y/n as I usually was, she's so cute, so sweet, so adorable, what I wouldn't give to be able to have her in my arms even just for one night!

I jumped as I heard a scream coming from the deadheads, I knew immediately it was Y/n, her female voice easy to pick up on. 

I dropped everything and ran as fast as my feet would carry me towards the dead heads, I wasn't the only one as many other gladers heard the sound and ran to see what was happening, I quickly found Y/n having fallen in the dirt and leaves unconscious luckily she didn't seem to be bleeding or have any visible injuries. I took her in my arms gently holding her head,

"Y/n! Y/n! Y/n are you okay!" I asked in panic before I saw a horrific sight as a silvery beetle blade crawled out of her hoodie making me squeal in panic it crawled out her hoodie and into the dead heads woods, 

"what the hell!" Gally said, 

"Get her to the medjacks. Now!" I demanded, 

I sat beside Y/n's bed in the medjacks, I had held her hand since the incident never once letting her go. I saw her stir and immediately I perked up as I watched her Y/e/C eyes flutter open, 

"Hi..." she croaked,

"Hi," I smiled tearing up to see she was alive, "How are you feeling?"

"Uhh... stiff, but fine," she says,

"I'm so happy you're alright, I was terrified I- I thought-" I stuttered my emotions spilling over and I gave up and just hugged her tightly crying on her shoulder, "I was so scared I was going to lose you." 

"It's okay." She says hugging me too, "I'm here,"

"Y/n..." I muttered,

"Yes, Newt?"

"I- I need to tell you something," I told her as I pulled back a little to see her beautiful eyes as I stroked her Y/H/C hair, "I- I was so frightened of losing you, I- I can't imagine what I would do if anything happened to you... I- I love you."

"O-Oh... Newt..." she blushed, "I- I love you too,"

"You do!"

"I do," she nodded,

"Will uhh will you be my girlfriend?"

"I'd love to!" she cried with joy, 

I cried too and I gave her lips a soft and gentle kiss she happily kissed back, and we sat kissing for a good while until we pulled back and couldn't hold back our smiles, "Are you sure you're okay?"

"I think so,"

"What happened?"

"I don't know, I was just walking through the deadheads and suddenly I tripped into the dirt and I don't remember anything else,"

"You don't remember the beetle blade?" 

"Humm?"

"The beetle blade, it was under your shirt I thought it must have attacked you,"

"no, I don't remember seeing one."

"Ohh, strange. Well at least you're alright love," I smiled giving her a soft kiss, "You want anything? anything at all?"

"Some bacon maybe?" she smiled laying on the little bed all cosy as she asked, 

"You're adorable, of course you can." I smiled kissing her head, "I'll get fry to make you some special," 

I smirked a little as I heard the last few gladers head to their hammocks, knowing finally! we had some time alone, I turned the shower on half for heat and half for the noise to try and conceal our fooling around from anyone still awake. I stripped off and climbed in standing under the hot water and giving myself a good scrub so I was nice and clean, and making sure to give myself a little rub to make sure I was hard. 

I mean of course I already am but I want to be at my best for her.

I heard her footsteps and I bit my lip, I heard her step inside with me and she wrapped her arms around my torso immediately I felt her naked body against my back and I moaned uncontrollably,

"Uhh! Y/n!" 

"Hi newt," she giggled,

"Hi love," I giggled back, "Shall we?"

"Mhm," she nodded,

I smirked and turned to face her seeing her beautiful naked body and her Y/H/C hair let loose, "Ohh my- Bloody hell... You are always so beautiful!" I groaned grabbing her and kissing her passionately she kissed back as eager as I was, our lips attacked one another with such veracity! I almost thought she wanted to eat me, ummm but I'd let her. Our hands trailed up and down each other excitedly my own stroked her thighs, squeezed her ass, caressed her waist and fondled her breasts, she slapped my ass, stroked my chest and clawed down my back. I pulled back and growled a little leaning her against the wall and kissing down her body from her lips down her jaw, down her neck, down her sternum taking a moment to lick and tug on her nipples a little before kissing down her stomach. I stroked her thigh and moved it over my shoulder so I knelt on the floor and kissed up her thigh till I met her clit,

"Newt!" She gasped, 

"Umm! Bloody hell love!" I groaned unable to resist kissing and nibbling her clit getting faster and more merciless on her hearing her gasp and moan above me her legs trembling, her hands in my hair twisting as she begged for more, I slipped my hand up and began to thrust my two fingers inside her which made her scream and squeal tugging my hair and pulling me closer with her leg so I sucked on her little clit and moaned against her feeling her as she dripped down my hand tasting her addictive taste on my lips before she pulled my hair hard and threw her head back in pleasure as she reached her peak. "Ughh! you always sound so good," I muttered giving her more kisses to make sure she enjoyed it as much as possible, she pushed me back and we happily swapped over, I leant against the wall and she moved kissing down my body often nibbling my skin making me gasp and groan already for her until she finally reached her knees. She didn't make me wait any longer and took my whole shaft into her mouth, "Oooohh god Y/n!" I moaned she moved her head back and forth sucking and licking, "Y/n! love! Ughhhh please...please..." I gasped throwing my head back and holding her head twisting my fingers into her Y/H/C hair, "Ugh! Y/n, please! I'm about to-" I moaned as I knew I was about to cum my hips bucking into her mouth until I hit my own peak and I screamed rather loud as I filled her mouth "Ohhh ohhh god... uhhh... bloody hell love," I cooed, as she pulled back, "I love you so much,"

"I love you too newt," 

I sat in the grass with my back against the log watching the fire as I sipped my moonshine,

"Hi, newt..." Y/n said sadly as she headed over,

"Awww Hi love, what's up?" I asked as she came and sat beside me, I was a little disappointed usually she sits in my lap on bonfire nights, 

"I don't feel well," she pouted,

"Ohh you poor thing," I cooed, "Tummy ache? headache? period?"

"No,"

"Ohh what is it then?"

"... Newt,"

"Yeah?"

"... I think I'm pregnant," she says holding her knees to her chest,

My heart dropped, my eyes wide, my breath hitched, "You- You- you think you're pregnant?"

"Mhm," she nodded,"

"...I- uhh... Ho- How! No! No... you can't be pregnant we've not-" I began,

"I know," She said, "I know we haven't... done that yet,"

"I mean we've got close a couple of times... but we've never done anything that could have gotten you pregnant, we're always so careful!"

"I know we are, it doesn't make any sense..." she said, "We are always careful with what we do, and I trust you completely and the other boys, but... I've not bled in four months, I'm always sick, I've been attacking the strawberries in the gardens like a wolf,"

"Maybe it's stress?"

"Maybe but what if it's not... Newt what if I'm pregnant?"

"Well, I- I guess we'll just have to work it out," I told her pulling her onto my lap and letting her sit there while I cuddled her so she could have her head on my chest, I stroked her skin and kissed her hair, "No matter what I love you, and I'll be by your side. I promise." 

"Thank you Newt," she smiled, "... I don't know how this happened,"

"I don't either, I can only assume... maybe something got on my hand or maybe- who knows maybe we made a mistake or something," he explained, "But no matter what I love you, and I'll love our baby no matter what,"

"Awww, you're so sweet Newt," she cooed, 

I smiled as I finished up with the gardening, I returned my tools to the shed and headed off to the homestead where I saw Y/n lying in the hammock stroking her sweet bump,

"Hi newt," she smiled,

"Hello love," I smiled as I kissed her and her bump, "How's little glader?"

"Cosy, happy to see Daddy," she giggled,

"Aww I'm happy to see you both too," I smiled giving her a little cuddle and kisses, "You alright?"

"I have a human growing inside me..."

"Good point, anything you want? another pillow? blanket? some food?"

"I'm fine," she nodded, "How was work?"

"Fine, I'm just happy to be back with you,"

"Oooh... Newt," she giggled moving my hand to her stomach and feeling the baby kick,

"Awww little glader's kicking away," I cooed peppering her tummy with kisses, "Can I?"

"Of course Newt," she nodded,

I smiled and crawled into the hammock with her laying myself so my head was on her belly stroking her with my hand, listening to baby shift and move in her stomach, often muttering and singing to her belly. 

I kept Y/n close to me, holding her hand. We stayed in the little bed in the facility trying to keep her close still nervous about this place. 

"Newt..." She gasped, 

"Y/n..." I gasped in shock, 

"Baby..." she said holding her stomach,"

"Baby!" I yelled, "Uhhhhh right... okay... uhhhh" I gasped, 

I was beyond nervous doing my best to help her as much as I could, but I wasn't much help given the seriousness of the situation luckily staff and doctors rushed in and took Y/n out, they tried to take her without me but there was no way I was letting that happen I forced them to take me with her even if they didn't want to, they took us to a medical room and set her on a bed, they gave her a gown, a breathing tube and they let me hold her hand.

I don't remember much all of is just chaos and madness of orders, screaming, shouting and insane tools. I did my best to comfort her but honestly, I'm not sure I was much help.

"There we go," A doctor says as she pulls the baby into view the little baby is covered in blood, 

"Aww, it's okay. It's okay. You did amazing Y/n, you did so good." he cooed, 

"It's over?"

"It's over. it's all over. it's all okay. You did so good, I'm so proud of you,"

"Is the baby okay?"

I looked to the doctor as she cleaned and wrapped up the little baby before handing them over to Y/n, 

"It's a little girl," The doctor cooed,

"A little girl" she cooed, "she's beautiful."

"She is, she's so perfect," I cooed, as I looked at the little girl, with a small fuzz of Y/H/C hair and little brown eyes, We held her, kissed her, and gave her all the love we could for as long as possible. 

The doctors left us alone and I left Y/n to rest as I held the little girl in my arms, but as I did I heard someone outside, talking.

"Yes... it seems to have been a success... it seems your idea of the beetle blade worked well... She carried to term, The child is alive and well... we don't know we're waiting for results from the tests if she's immune or not... No, her parents seem content... for now." The male voice explained beyond the door before he walked away,

I looked back to Y/n and suddenly it all made sense... That day she fell in the deadheads... the beetle blade. They used the beetle blade... to make her pregnant! They must have made it give her something that made her pregnant! And parents, S, so I am... I am her father. I am her father, Y/n her mother. Even if the beetle blade is how she got pregnant. I felt somewhat happy to know she really was my daughter and it made me love her even more to know I truly was, But I began to feel panicked and worried to think they had used the beetle blade to get her pregnant with my child, if that's how far they'd go just to test if our daughter would be immune... what else would they do.

"We need to get you out of here little one," I cooed, "I promise, I'll keep you and mummy safe, no matter what it takes,"

[taruchinator]

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🌳 Day 15 | “Wait, you love me? “I always have.” For @flufftober!

Today was the day.

Thomas was groggy with sleep and trying to adjust to the light seeping through the Homestead's roof when the thought struck him.

Today he and the Gladers were heading into the maze. Today they were going to escape.

And for some reason he was sharing a hammock with his best friend.

MAZE RUNNER FANDOM ARE YOU ALIVE? I'M HERE AND I'VE BROUGHT FOOD! T_T

So as the late bloomer that I am, I've only just recently experienced the goodness that is the TMR series, and all I can say is that even though it's no masterpiece, it's a masterpiece in MY heart, okay???

I wanted to do something Newtmas for Flufftober because the content just writes itself oml these boys be gay good for them. Enjoy! ^^

Today was the day.

Thomas was groggy with sleep and trying to adjust to the light seeping through the Homestead's roof when the thought struck him.

Today he and the Gladers were heading into the maze.

Today they were going to escape.

Everything around the teen was relatively quiet, except for the rustling of leaves and soft snoring coming from the other boys in their hammocks. It was then that the brunet noticed no one was up yet—looking at the watch on his wrist indicated that he'd awoken even earlier than the Runners, which was honestly surprising since he considered himself a heavy sleeper.

It honestly made the situation around him feel that much more surreal.

To think that less than a day ago he'd managed to crack the code to their freedom with the help of Teresa, all when they were nothing short of hopeless mere hours before. Although if he was being honest with himself, Thomas wasn't even sure if this was the answer they were looking for.

Sure, it made the most sense out of everything they'd stumbled upon over the years the Gladers lived here, but there was that small voice in the back of his head that made him worry.

What if he was reading too much into something that wasn't there?

What if the instructions they'd uncovered were actually another trap set by the maze, leading them into more pain and suffering?

What if Thomas’ unknown past was unconsciously sending his friends to their demise?

The brunet let out a sigh as he shuffled into a more comfortable position. He couldn't think like this—not when they were already so deep in. No matter what the day ahead brought, he had to stay strong, if not for himself, for the people who put their faith in him.

Alby, Minho, Chuck, Teresa.

And of course…

“Hmm…”

The low grumble almost made the brunet jump out of his skin, until he felt familiar lean arms snaking around him from behind. After getting everything set up and talking nothing but strategies all night, Thomas had nearly forgotten that in the midst of their sleep deprived minds, he'd invited his best friend to lay down in his hammock to take a rest since his own was on the other side of the Homestead.

After slowly turning his body around, Thomas was met with the most peaceful sight he'd ever witnessed since arriving at the Glade.

Newt rested against his chest, a mere inch standing between them as the blond shifted under the brunet's scrutinizing gaze. The slow rise and fall of Newt's chest was more than enough to bring peace to Thomas’ mind—he was here. Alive and breathing and in his arms.

A force inside him caused the brunet to lean forward and place a soft kiss against Newt's forehead. It wasn't long before the oldest of the two began blinking the sleep away as he adjusted to the world around him.

“Morning.” Thomas spoke in a hushed tone, both for the sleeping Gladers around him as well as his partner beside him. He allowed himself to smile as the other scrunched his nose and shifted around to get into a more comfortable position.

“G'mornin’...” Newt mumbled the words while ruffling his hair, maybe trying to tame it only to make it worse but equally adorable in Thomas’ opinion. “What time is it?”

“Early. Runners aren't even up yet.” Thomas tried to give Newt some more room, but their limited hammock space made that task a little difficult, so he settled with placing one arm behind his head in hope of not having his limbs all over the blond's business.

“Bloody hell, someone's up early, then…” The amusement was evident in his voice as he showed off that damn crooked smile that gave Thomas butterflies for no logical reason whatsoever. “That eager to get today started, Tommy?”

He knew the comment was meant to be teasing in nature, but the younger boy couldn't help but have his thoughts drift back to the string of negativity from earlier. It must have been evident in his expression, because Newt dropped the smile and instead raised an eyebrow in slight concern. “You alright?”

Thomas contemplated how to answer for a minute, only to come up with nothing but the truth. It wasn't like he could lie to Newt, even if he tried. His best friend knew him too well—better than he knew himself, sometimes. With a small sigh, he gave him a sheepish grin. “Guess I'm nervous? Not sure what we're going to find out there.”

Newt observed him for a minute, then leaned his chin against an open palm, elbow resting against the rope-like texture of their shared sleeping quarters. “We're gonna find a way out. Doubt it'll be a big old door with the words ‘Exit!’ scrawled on top, but in this rubbish place, almost anything’s possible.”

At that, Thomas let out a soft chuckle. “You know what I mean.”

“So do you.” Newt's expression remained serious, but Thomas could see a hint of reassurance in his eyes, which was quickly backed up by the blond reaching for the brunet's hand with his own. “We're going to find an exit because that's what's out there. Our way to freedom.”

“What if it's not there? I mean, Teresa and I could've read it wrong. I could've read it wrong! Then I'd be leading all of you to danger for no reason and—”

“Tommy.”

With a single utterance of his nickname Thomas was silenced. He didn't even realize he started gripping the hammock until Newt's hand went to pull him away, interlocking their fingers instead. After staring at their joined hands for a moment, the blond brought them close to his lips and pressed them against the rough skin of Thomas’ knuckles.

A warmth spread across his cheeks before he could stop it, and Newt's giggle was more than enough proof to know that it was evident in his face. “For someone so smart, you doubt yourself a lot. It's cute, though. One of the many things I love about you.”

At that moment, time seemed to stop around him, and nothing else mattered. Nothing but the beautiful boy standing before him. He barely managed a whispered response. “Wait. You… love me?”

Newt's crooked smile returned, only this time laced with what Thomas could identify as fondness. “I always have.”

Before he could stop himself, Thomas instantly leaned forward and began peppering kisses all across Newt's face. His temples, nose, cheeks, neck—anything that was exposed to the air was up for the taking. The leaps and thumps in his chest were so loud he thought the other Gladers would certainly hear them, yet Thomas could care less.

Giggles erupted from the blond below him—Thomas didn't even realize when he'd caged him under his body—until he eventually started to pull him away, albeit rather reluctantly. “Alright, alright, that's enough! We're gonna wake—!”

“God, could you shanks get any louder?”

The voice instantly brought both boys to their senses, causing them to pull away from one another fast enough to fall from the hammock, landing on their bottoms with groans echoing from them both. Thomas could feel his face heating from embarrassment, and Newt's was flush pink as well.

He made a mental note to call him cute for that one later.

On the other hand, Minho stood above them with arms crossed, eyebrows raised and a look of mock disgust gracing his features. He swung his pack over his shoulder and turned away from them and faced the West entrance instead. “When you two are done being so shucking mushy, I'll meet you by the entrance, Greenie. We need to go over the route again before the others wake up.”

Thomas could barely muster a weak nod. He was never living this down, he could already tell. “G-Good that…”

Minho left without another word, leaving the duo alone once more.

As they exchanged looks, a few minutes passed before they let out chuckles of embarrassment at the whole ordeal.

Newt was the first to stand up, and as he did, he offered a hand to Thomas with a smile. “Ready to face the unknown?”

Thomas remained still for a moment, until eventually a smile spread itself across his own face while accepting the blond's help.

It was true that he had no idea what they were truly up against out in the maze, let alone outside the walls of all they've ever known. But as long as they had each other, Thomas knew nothing would stand in their way.

Nothing they couldn't handle.

“Together.”

[sewingbluebee]

Today my friend told an auntie that I can sew as she saw me wearing a handmade blouse. Instantly she told me, "I have found a tailor. Tmr you bring a measuring tape when you come to work. Make me a blouse!"

I started coming up with excuses saying, " oh I have no time. I have my own plans. I dont sew for people. I don't even sew for my mother. Only simple alterations...."

She kept bugging me to make for her a blouse...saying "you can sew after work. Take your time"

Even my friend was encouraging her. I gave her more excuses and she finally went away. I sighed a huge relieve.

Tbh tailors and seamstress make a hard living by sewing. If I were to sew a blouse from scratch...pattern making, cutting and sewing will take me 1.5 days. That if I sew non stop without a break. Will you pay me a fair wage of a day and half work? What about electricity and my experience. Nope. People will probably give me a small token about $50 or $60.

Then they may give you 'constructive criticism' like oh the neckline is too high, I want these kinda sleeves or sleeveless...then I probably have to alter till they are satisfied.

These has been times whereby in my early days of sewing, i made clothes for people. I made a tulle skirt for a friend. I had never worked with tulle before. All the fabric cost $20 and the end result wasn't as poofy as she wanted. It didn't give me the satisfaction that I did a good job. Becos of that, I only charged her $20 extra for sewing.

There was another time where I altered a blouse for another friend. I didn't quote her a price (my fault) but I was hoping she would give me like a $2 - $5 as a sewing fee. When I passed her the blouse, she just grabbed it, said thank you and walked away.

There was once I made a curtain for my ex boss's mom. She gave me fabric. After sewing and giving her, she only paid me $12. I make more hourly in my day job.

From this experience, I realise that people don't value sewing. It takes time and planning to sew something and people just don't realise that.

This is why I rather sew for myself. It is priceless. Obviously I wish I can sew for a living but it is not worth it, sadly.

[petrichor-idyllic]

hihi ^^

so i have another request but for spiderman (mcu) where it takes place post no way home, basically fem!reader doesnt end up losing her memory abt peter and she's always been by his side even after everything. But peter thought she would just lose her memory as well so when she finds him one day he gets shocked and emotional and the whole thing's js fluffy, comfort with some hurt/angst

i dont mean to rush or anything cuz u prolly have other reqs😭 but i js came up with this rn and wanted to drop it to u <33

Oh my god, a request not for the Maze Runner??? My time has come. I'm joking, I love writing for TMR, but there is a range of universes I write for on my masterlist and I'm actually thinking of updating it, so keep an eye out :))

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MASTERLIST | PETER PARKER MASTERLIST

SUMMARY: See above. Takes place after the events of No Way Home.

WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, teenage angst and loneliness, sad times.

You'd known Peter Parker your whole life.

You went to the same pre-school, kindergarten, middle school and high school together. You were connected at the hip for life, even when Ned joined in with your little group.

When you and Ned accidentally found out that Peter is Spiderman, neither of you knew how to react or what to do. But, over time, you all got used to it.

Ned used to always tease you because he thought you had a crush on Peter. You always brushed him off and told him he was dumb, until Peter started to crush on MJ. You weren't even bothered when he liked Liz, but that was different.

MJ was like you guys. A loser and a nerd who was smart and sarcastic, and she was gorgeous. Peter loved her, and when they started dating after MJ figured out he was Spiderman, you didn't have a chance.

Then Mysterio leaked Peter's face and he was desperate to change that. Seeking out Doctor Strange and accidentally causing a tear in the Multiverse.

You met his other universe counterparts, and enemies, and everything changed after that.

Peter vanished.

Your best friend for your whole life had disappeared.

But the weird thing was no one seemed to care. No one even remembered him.

MJ, Ned, everyone you went to school with- nothing.

You asked MJ day in, day out, you spoke to Ned about him all the time. But they just thought you were losing your mind or that this boy was someone you'd met and had mistakenly thought you'd introduced.

But you knew Peter. You heard the spell Docter Strange had cast- but you remembered him. Somehow, his spell left you unaffected.

Maybe it was a strange override- you'd known him your whole life, so without Peter, you'd have no memories left. And that would definitely be suspicious. Or maybe it was how close the two of you were, some unspoken rule that you can't forget the one you love most.

Peter was your entire life- he is your entire life.

And now he's gone.

But if Peter taught you anything, it's that you can't give up. He's got to be somewhere in the city, and you're going to keep looking, no matter how big New York may be.

"You're going out again?" You mother stands in the doorway of the living room of your small apartment. You've been fighting with your shoes for the last couple of minutes, accidentally waking her up. "It's very early."

"I have to, Mom, I can't waste any time-"

"I know, I know," she sighs. Your mother is your biggest supporter, but even she is doubtful. "This... boy, your friend that no one remembers- an Avenger, a superhero. You have to find him, but... but, sweetheart, are you sure that-?"

"Yes, I'm sure- no, I'm not losing my mind, even if everyone thinks I am. I'm going to find him, if it's the last thing I do." You put your foot down, standing with your arms crossed.

Your mother sighs. "Okay- but at least wear a coat; it's horrendous out there."

You give her a sheepish smile, then a nod. Grabbing your coat off of the hook in front of your door, you pull it over your shoulders. You open the door, slamming it behind you and taking to the streets, once again.

Darkness still consumes the rougher area you live in, sunlight just starting to peek over the buildings. Your mother was right; the rain beats down on the stone streets, sending a chill through you as it sinks in through your jeans- your coat keeps your upper body dry, though.

You prefer the mornings. It's still quiet, the only people about are coming home from night shifts or having to make early commutes to work. On your days off from work, this is how you spend your time. Walking the streets every chance you can get. Every chance you've had for the last few months.

The only hint you got was when a strange boy came into MJ's work. You just knew it had to be Peter, but you were too busy covering a shift to be there.

As the shops start to open, businesses coming into full swing, the creeping thought that this might be another day wasted starts to take over. You're starting to think you're never going to see him again.

You should've said something. Before him and MJ started dating, you should've realised your feelings sooner and told him how much he meant to you- maybe then he would have come looking for you as well.

You stand outside a corner shop, taking the moment to check your phone. MJ has sent a picture of the view from MIT with Ned in it. You smile. Your friends went to college and whilst you stay in touch, you chose to start working after school to help your mother instead.

And to stay and look for Peter.

"Oh! I'm sorry, Miss," the voice strikes you as you look up. You blink repeatedly like you're imagining it.

Peter stands, having just come out of the shop, a bag of groceries in his hands as he talks to a woman he's just bumped into by mistake. You'd think his Spider Sense would make him less clumsy.

They have a brief interaction, before she slips past him and into the store. And he, of course, holds the door open for her.

"Peter," your voice barely comes out as a croak, watching him adjust his bag to carry it easier. "Peter!" You scream.

He freezes, looking up and meeting your eye as you stand in the pouring rain.

It's him. You can't believe it's him.

"(Y/N)?" He stands in some form of disbelief, completely unable to process that you just said his name.

"Peter!" You move forward, jogging towards him. You throw your arms around him, making him stumble backwards as he stiffens for a second.

In a heartbeat, his shopping scatters to the floor, his strong arms encasing you, pulling you in closer.

"(Y/N), oh my God," he mumbles into your damp hair. He pulls away, his hands on your shoulders as tears threaten to fall from your eyes. "How..? I don't understand- you remember me?"

You nod, frantically. "Of course, I do."

"But... how? How is that possible?"

"I-I don't know," you shake your head, your emotions finally caving as tears roll down your cheeks.

He pulls you back into a hug, clinging onto you like he never has before.

"Why didn't you come and find me?" You sob into his shoulder. "You spoke to MJ and Ned, I know you did." You sniff. "Why didn't you find me?"

"I-I couldn't... it's hard to explain," he sighs, pulling away again. "How about we talk about it somewhere dry, hm? I've got a place not too far away."

You give a stiff nod after a moment's hesitation. "Okay."

Peter's place is somehow worse than yours. It's a shitty one room apartment with a bed, a desk and a kitchen in the same vicinity.

"Nice place," you attempt to joke to break the awkward tension from the mainly silent walk here.

He scoffs in response. "It's not much... but, yanno, it'll do." He takes his jacket it off, hanging it up. "Here, give me your coat." You obey, taking it off and handing it to him for him to do the same.

He sits on the end of his bed. "Guess I better explain why I've not found you, huh?"

"I mean, it'd be appreciated." You rock on your heels, staying where you're stood instead of joining his side.

"I just... I couldn't..." He lets out a deep sigh. "When I saw MJ and Ned in the café, I was almost relieved you weren't there. Standing there and watching them have no idea who I was... hurt. It hurt so much. But it would've been so much worse if you were there. I couldn't bare the thought of looking at you and you not knowing who I was. Looking at me like I'm a complete stranger- I could handle MJ and Ned," he pauses, looking at you as you step closer.

Standing in front of him, he reaches for your hands, taking them in his and playing with the old ring he gave you as a birthday gift. He smiles slightly, the fact you still wear it warming him.

"But, I couldn't handle it with you." He looks up. "I couldn't do it. I couldn't face you as a stranger. My (Y/N) looking at me like I don't know anything -everything- about her?" He shakes his head, pushing his lips into a thin line. "I just... couldn't."

"I remember you. You should've."

He snorts. "Yeah, well, I know that now, don't I? You found me instead. Guess you've learnt something from me."

"Not really," you scoff. "I looked for you. Everyday for months since you vanished. I felt crazy- everyone thinks I'm losing my mind. But I knew I wasn't; I had to find you."

"I can't believe the spell didn't work on you," he chuckles lightly, and you grin, laughing too,in disbelief more than anything.

"Must be special," you joke, giving him a mischievous grin.

He rolls his eyes. "Yeah, I coulda told ya that."

Your face suddenly becomes serious. All of your feelings for Peter flooding back in the damn breaks. It's rolling over in your mind. You swore you would tell him how you felt when you found him, that you should've done it earlier.

But now, him sitting in front of you, still playing with your fingers like they're a fidget toy, you don't know if you can.

"Hey," his voice is soft, easily able to see the internal anguish you're facing. "I know that face," he nudges you, letting his hands fall to his sides. "What's wrong?"

You shake your head, taking in a deep breath. "You know, when I lost you, I thought over and over what I'd say when I found you again. And..." You trail off.

"And what? You can tell me anything, that hasn't changed."

"I know," you huff, "and I know that you're probably still in love with MJ, and I get that but... screw it, I have to tell you. I like you. More than just a friend, and it shouldn't have taken you getting a girlfriend and vanishing off of the face of the Earth for me to realise."

You look at him, in the eyes, his expression is blank but you keep going.

"I love you, Peter Parker. And I think I always have."

"You... love me?"

"You don't have to love me back. I get it, but I just had to tell you just in case I don't get another chance and lose you again."

He laughs.

Like, he actually laughs at you, making you feel even more insecure.

"What? Why are you..? Okay, it's not that funny, asshole."

"I'm not.." He grins, leaning forward before standing up, making you step back. "I've had a crush on you since we were five. I've wanted you for as long as I can remember, but I figured you didn't feel the same- I mean, you didn't act like you did. So, I tried pushing it down, dating other girls. A-and MJ meant a lot to me, but there's a reason you were the person I couldn't face."

His hand comes to your face, cupping your cheek and lifting your head to look more at him. "It's just funny because I... well, I have always loved you- and I think I probably always will."

You can hear your heartbeat in your ears, heat flushing your body as you step closer to him. Your noses brush, glancing at his lips before he fully leans in.

Your lips connect. Your hands pull on his damp shirt, his coming to your waist. You want to kiss him forever, feel him every chance you get. The heat quickly becomes more heated, the loneliness he felt washing away and the anxiety you had vanishing.

He's here.

And he's yours.

You're interrupted when your ringtone goes off.

"Sorry," you mumble as you pull away, pulling your phone out of your pocket and reading the name flashing up on your screen. "Shit, it's my Mom. Do you mind..?"

"No," he clears his throat, stepping back "'course not.

You pick up. "(Y/N)? Where are you? I've been texting you non-stop. You know I get worried when you-"

"Mom," you cut her off and she stops talking as a beat skips.

"...You found him, didn't you?" Her voice is almost happy for you, relief audibly filling her.

"Yeah," you squeak, emotions once again getting the best of you, "I found him."

Yooo, this was actually very fun to write and I very much enjoyed writing for the mcu for a change.

I have a fair few requests in atm so new requests may take a while for me to get to, but I will try to get through them ASAP.

I know most of you follow me for TMR content, but I hope you enjoyed something a bit different :))

[phagodyke]

didn't realise I was angry abt my mum trying to seek emotional reassurance from me until I brought it up in conversation w my roommate and ended up bitching for an hour abt it like. yeah okay I guess I am a bit pissed off !!

[its-a-ittle-bit-cold]

This is home: prologue

masterlist

warnings: canon typical violence but not really , fem!reader but can be read as gn! or male!, hair, thomas being protective, wckd

summary: you break some hard news to Thomas (going into the maze)

a/n: my first tmr imagine! It’s kind of (very) self indulgent, but a series starter! (don’t mind my massive crush on Thomas)

originally posted by nany-suicide

prologue 

At fourteen, in the books, in the past, you suppose that the two of you wouldn’t be here, like this. You suppose that, in another time, you might be out to a movie theater, or at a school dance. Instead, you’re curled up in Thomas’s bed, head on his steadily rising and falling chest while he plays with your hair.

It’s late, and technically, the two of you aren’t allowed to have your own rooms, much less be in each others, but you’ve always been one of the favorites. 

Which is how you’ve found that, more nights than not, you spend them wrapped up in his arms. He’s big, hit his growth spurt early, and he’s strong from the training WCKD has a select group from group A - including you, Thomas, Ben and Minho - perform every day. No matter his strength or his size, he can’t keep you from the future, and your fate that you have already decided. 

“What’s wrong?” He whispers into your hair. You bury your face into his chest, breathing him in. You shudder your breath out, shakily building up the courage to tell him what you’ve done.

“(Y/n). What is it? Tell me, so I can help.”

Why is he so perfect?

“Thomas.” You climb up all the away on top of him, so you’re sitting on him, face to face. His copper eyes search your reddened ones. “I volunteered.”

Just like that, the concern in his eyes turns to fear. He goes rigid under you and pulls you tight into him. 

“Why?” He’s calm, but you know this type of calm, especially on Thomas. This is red sky in the morning, birds going quiet before a ravaging hurricane calm. Thomas can be scary, you remember. He’s the second genius behind the maze, closely followed by your best friend, Teresa.

A ways behind you, the creator of the maze and WCKD’s not-so-secret weapon, and, as such, the attempted victim of multiple assassinations by angry survivors.

WCKD is good.

 After the latest, Thomas hasn’t left you on your own for much more than the half- hour you’re allotted each morning to clean up after waking. He’s not the only one, Minho and Newt, two of the group A’s, stick by you whenever you’re not in the lab on assignment, which is almost never, it seems like nowadays.

In there, It’s only you, Thomas and Teresa - who act more like siblings than anything else.

Teresa, your best friend, who you told just this afternoon.

Teresa, the only one who knows your plan, ulterior of WCKD.

“Why?” he asks again, but he already knows.

“I’m the only one who can survive in there. Alone. I built the maze, bub.”

Thomas wrinkles his face up.

“Not all of it,” he whines. “Teresa and I-”

“- programmed under my supervision and guidance. With me in there, all you’ll need to do is keep me alive, okay?”

He sighs heavily, so heavily that you rise and fall with his diaphragm. 

“No, but… there’s no stopping you.”

“I’m still here for one more night, Tommy,” you whisper. “You can tell me goodbye tomorrow, too.”

“do Minho and Newt know? Teresa?”

“I told them this afternoon. Said I’m on a new assignment. But, Thomas…. “

“New assignment, huh? What do they think you’re doing in that lab every day?”

“They suspect. But I need to tell you. Listen to me, Thomas.”

His eyes lock onto yours, unwavering in a way that would be more than a little intimidating if you didn’t know him so well.

“You need to stay close to Teresa. You understand?” You lower your voice. “She knows the plan. She’ll keep you safe. The two of you need to work together in that lab until we see each other again.”

“Teresa knows- what plan? What are you talking about?”

You look around. His room is bugged. You both know that. You press your face into his neck and mutter,

“Thomas, why are we doing this? What good comes out of imprisonment? WCKD isn’t good. We’re going to stop them.”

He shirts you to his side again.

“Don’t say that. Please. Don’t say that.”

“Thomas.”

“Can we just sleep? Please?”

You oblige him, snuggling into his side like you do every night, drifting off together for the last time.

[sumicats]

ALIENATED

[ TAGS ] toxic dynamic, unreliable narration, manipulation, trauma, abuse of power, DEAD DOVE ; DO NOT EAT !

✦❅✧───✧❅✦ CHAPTER 2 - SCHOOL SPIRIT

Li's POV

God this is so embarrassing. Everyone already has their own friend circles from previous years. But there was no way I was going to stay in that school after-

[bell noise]

I quickly collect all my supplies and shove it into my backpack, hurrying to my next class. I don’t remember school being this long…it’s only the third period. I take out my schedule, trying to figure out where my next class is. I barely make it to my history class, as soon as I step in the bell rang. Wow, I must look stupid. I find a seat and take out the supplies I need for the class. The teacher goes through the curriculum. So boring… I rest my head on my hand, trying not to fall asleep.

“...Oh! For your first assignment you will receive a project…” 

I sit up from my desk. What? On the first day? But who the hell am I going to work with?! I look around, other people also giving each other confused glances. 

“You will be making a timeline about one of the global history topics listed on this sheet. You will be working in groups of 3-4! I will give you the remaining time to find a group and discuss the topic you want to research. You must let me know your group topic by tomorrow!”

I look around as everyone goes to ask their friends to be in their group. I sigh. I bury my head in my arms on the table. Do I have to wait until the teacher asks if everyone has a group? Wow, that’s really embarrassing. Loser. I raise my head quickly as I feel someone tap my shoulder. I turn around confused.

“Hey! You alright?” the girl says. I furrow my eyebrows. There’s some guy behind her.

“Yeah…” I say. Well this is awkward. 

“That’s good! Do you have a group yet? I haven’t seen you around,” she asks. 

“Nope,” I pause to think about what to say next. “Is it okay if I join yours?” Hope that wasn’t too risky. What if that guy behind her is her boyfriend? That would be REALLY awkward. 

“Yeah of course! I’m Kenzie and this is Jordan!” Kenzie says, pointing at the guy behind her. “What’s your name?”

“Oh- I’m Li,” I say. “Nice to meet you guys.”

“Yeah me too,” Jordan says with a grin. “Can we get your number? So we can meet up sometime to work on the project.” Oh yeah, we don’t get class time for this. 

“Yeah of course,” I say, pulling out my phone. I open my contacts to show them my number. They both whip out their phones.

[bell noise]

“See you around, Li!” Kenzie says, packing up her things and waving goodbye. I wave back. I also pack my things up. 

-

             The moment I step into my apartment, I collapse onto my couch. I seriously forgot how exhausting school can be. I guess not going to school for a year really screws you up.              I get up from the couch and take my homework out of my bag. I put my earbuds into my ears and start with my algebra 2 homework. 

             [ping]

             I look up from my school work to see a message from an unknown number. Who could that be? I opened the text message.

Unknown: heya li this is kenzie from global history

Unknown: the other number in the group chat is jordan

Unknown: Hi

Oh yeah, the project. I add their numbers to my contact before I reply.

You: Hey, what’s up?

Kenzie: jordan and i were wondering when u r available to meet up to work on the project

You: I’m free whenever, it’s up to you guys.

Jordan: Cool cool wanna meet up at Kenzie’s place next week?

You: Sure, that’s fine.

Kenzie: cya tmr li !!

I set a reminder for next week and closed my phone. I try to continue my homework as a light throbbing begins in my head. I groan. I guess I’ll take a shower and head to bed early tonight.

Rei's POV

He seems a little too old compare to the typically observed 'junior' year... A little abnormal, no? Was he held back or something? He seems less orderly than the others, more sloppy..... He looks like he's a social outlier, with no companions, no 'friends', nobody that likes him, how sad.

"...Xil'ka! For your first Vro'thak zel'quar, you will receive a tek'lar zhor'vath xin'dar project..."

Is my translator breaking..?

I roughly tapped the back of my ear, hoping that some buttons were just broken.

Ugh… The budget could not be utilized to get me a better translation unit? I have done everything they ask of me, and they can't repay the favor? assholes…

"You will be making a zog'tar blimmo timeline about one of the global zylo'vaq history topics listed on this glib'nar sheet. You’ll zerk in grob'no groups of 3-4! I’ll squib your xarn with the remaining jort'lix time to find a klor and jibble the topic you want to quorpl. Glarx me your grob's zyx topic by zort'la tomorrow."

Seriously? You're kidding me, right? They want me to learn their languages but can not provide me with a sufficient translator? Ugh! Stop thinking like that, Rei! I'm lucky to even be here right now.. Stay focused. Focus on him. Remember why you're here. Okay.. He has a group project and he can't find any person to work with him. He seems distressed, panicked. I almost feel bad for him. Awww.. He's burying his face into his arms, sulking as he pities himself for being a social reject. What a loser.. He's just pitying himself, instead of trying to just fix such a simple problem. All he needs to do is just talk to other people. He can't do it on his own? Well, I mean maybe he has too because he's already on his own. Oh. Forget that thought. A person is talking to him. “Hey! You alright?” "Yeah..." Yeah? Seriously? Obviously not. You're sinking into your seat like you're about to break down.

“That’s good! Do you have a group yet? I haven’t seen you around,”

Really? Nooo way.... You haven't seen him around because he is not supposed to be here. He's an incompetent outlier. He was held back. What a moron... The more I think about it, the more miserable this guy is.

“Nope," . . . Is he going to say anything else? Does he know how to keep a conversation going? “Is it okay if I join yours?”

“Yeah of course! I’m Kenzie and this is Jordan!”

“Oh- I’m Li, nice to meet you."

“Yeah me too, can we get your number? So we can meet up sometime to work on the project.” “Yeah of course,”

Oh. That's how they communicate. I heard about this. They're all too reliant on their phones to think for themselves. Sure, my planet is a more technologically advanced than theirs but at least we can think. Half of the people here are looking at the screen for almost the entire d-

[bell noise]

Oh goodness! What the f̸͚̀ũ̴̧c̶̥̾k̵̡͝!? Ugh.. Those noises are agitating.. Do they really need to be so loud that they're ringing in my ears? If I could block out this sound, I would. “See you around, Li!”

-

Okay.. He's already collapsed on his couch. How lazy do you have to be? I was watching him the whole day and this stuff seems pretty easy. He's weak if he can't do this.. I watch him as he sighs and gets up from his couch, and takes out a worksheet labeled "ALGEBRA II" Algebra two? Seriously? He looks like my age and he's still learning algebra two? That's simple. This should be easy for me.

[ A/N ] slow updates.. sorry guys!! this is just a chapter to introduce more characters. next chapter might get better (*^_^*) hope u liked!

[yukiumisakura25]

AN: This is A TakeMikey ship, but from the present time, so they’re adults! Also like an alternative universe where Takemichi only needed to save two people. -SMALL SPOILER ALERT- It was going to be a one shot, but I kept writing. My second SNZFIC!

Fandom: Tokyo Revengers

Pairing: TAKEMIKEY (Takemichi and Mikey)

CW: It’s messy, description of snot, sneezing, contagion, spoiler alert, and cussing.

Synopsis: Takemichi has a date with Mikey, but Mikey shows up late and is sick as a dog.

First Date Back

Takemitchy took an hour getting ready for his date with Mikey. He fought with his black hair to stay tamed as he put on a nice, light blue collared shirt that complimented his deep blue eyes. He decided since it was supposed to be a warm day, tan shorts would be the best to go with. After getting back to the future, having saved Draken and Baji, he discovered he was still connected to Toman, even if he was not officially in the gang anymore. He planned to ask more questions about what happened, as he only just recently reconnected with Mikey, but all he could think about was the text message he received yesterday morning.

‘Wanna to go on a date Mitchy?’ Takemitchy never sent a yes so fast before.

‘Great! I’ll see ya tmr at R. Amusement Prk at 9!’

Takemitchy re-read that message at least 10 more times before he could process what had happened. He could barely sleep that night and now he’s staring in the mirror, debating on putting cologne on or not.

He left his house with thirty minutes to get to the location, deciding against anything too extra. He took the train to the amusement park and ran the rest of the way. He checked his watch and found he was five minutes early and sighed in relief. He looked at his reflection in the water and fixed his shirt and his hair that got messed up in the run. Fixing his collar, he stood outside the park, and checked his phone.

It was 9:03 a.m.

Takemitchy fiddled with his phone as he kept looking around, waiting for Mikey’s figure to show up or to hear his voice.

He checked his phone after a few more minutes, finding that it was now 9:07 a.m.

Takemitchy called Mikey, knowing if it was him late, he’d get an earful and probably a forehead flick from Mikey. The phone rang three times before it stopped.

‘Yo this is Mikey, I’m not here at the moment, obviously, leave a message if you want to-‘The voice mail was cut off by an incoming call from Draken. Takemitchy quickly answered it, feeling worried about the lack of Mikey.

“Draken?” He held the phone close to his ear.

“Takemitchy, hey. Did Mikey call you yet?” Draken asked, sounding out of breath. Takemitchy’s eyebrows furrowed.

“No, and he didn’t answer my call. And he didn’t show up to our- well…” Takemitchy was blushing, unsure if he should mention their date.

“Anyway, is he alright? Have you heard- “

“Takemitchy!” He heard from his far left. He almost gave himself whiplash when he turned his head and found a breathless, red-faced Mikey. He was bent over, hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath, his black hair falling onto his face.

Takemitchy beamed and used his free hand to wave to Mikey.

“Mikey! I’m over here!” He called to him, then heard Draken through the phone.

“Mikey?? He’s there?? Why- “

“Sorry to worry you Draken, he made it. I’ll have him give you a call later, I promise!” Takemitchy pulled his phone away.

“Wait Take- “Takemitchy hung up and Mikey jogged slowly over to him.

“Sorry I was late, I slept through my alarm.” Mikey said, still sounding breathless. Takemitchy beamed and shook his head.

“No, it’s fine, you’re here now.” Takemitchy said excitedly. Mikey smiled lightly before letting out a small cough. Takemitchy was able to fully appreciate Mikey’s casual wear. A light green jacket over a black button up, and dark jeans that showed off his ass.

“Let’s go Mitchy!” Mikey grabbed Takemitchy’s hand and ran inside, quickly purchasing two tickets.

“Mikey, I could’ve gotten my own tickets.” Takemitchy blushed, allowing Mikey to pull him around with no resistance.

“No way Mitchy, I asked you out, so I wanted to pay.” Mikey smirked, pulling Takemitchy further into the amusement park. He abruptly stopped, Takemitchy nearly faceplanted into his back.

“Ow, Mikey!” Takemitchy rubbed his nose with his free hand. Mikey made a soft, breathy sound.

“Heh…” Takemitchy looked over Mikey’s arm to see his face. His eyes squinted as his mouth hung open alittle. Takemitchy noticed his nose was twitching like a rabbit’s.

“Mikey?”

“HEH-KSHUUU!” Mikey leaned forward violently, spraying the air without even attempting to cover. Takemitchy moved back, nearly jumping at the intense display.

It was quiet for a moment, then he heard a soupy sniffle as Mikey stood up straight.

“Mikey?” Takemitchy softly asked, watching Mikey rub his nose on his sleeve from behind with another sniff.

“Hm?” Mikey questioned, turning to look at Takemitchy with his nose still in his sleeve.

“Are you okay?” Takemitchy asked looking into his eyes, which looked away as he sniffed.

“I’m fine, just a sneeze.” Mikey grumbled and sniffed harder, rubbing his nose harder on his jacket. Takemitchy huffed and reached into his pocket to pull out a free tissue packet he got from the station.

“Don’t use your sleeve Mikey, here.” He held the packet out to him. Mikey froze and eyed the packet, then to his own hand holding Takemitchy’s. Takemitchy held the packet to Mikey, waiting for him to take it. After a moment of Mikey not taking it, he looked at the hand holding his. He sighed and tried to pull his hand free, but Mikey kept a firm grip.

Takemitchy huffed. “Mikey, you need to let go so you can clean up.” Mikey looked to the side, muffled a ‘No’ as he kept his grip firm.

Takemitchy sighed heavily. “Mikey. Fine, here.” Takemitchy used his teeth to open the packet and held out the tissues. In one swift motion, Mikey grabbed a few and turned away from Takemitchy to clean up his face. Mikey took a deep breath and blew into the tissues, making a squelching noise as he rubbed his nose roughly.

“Mikey, are you sick?” Takemitchy asked concerned, to which Mikey turned to look at him with his nose buried in the tissues.

“Me? Sick? HA!” Mikey put the used tissues into his pocket.

“C’mon, I wanna ride the gut blaster!” Mikey pulled Takemitchy off to the right, stopping at the rollercoaster. Although he wasn’t sure what was going on with him, he trusted Mikey.

If he felt bad, he would tell Takemitchy, right?

He held onto that hope after the next three rollercoasters, Mikey looking more and more drained after each one.

“Let’s sit for a moment Mikey.” Takemitchy said worried as Mikey looked pale, with a permanent blush on his cheeks.

“No, wait. We haven’t sniff mbade it to the ferris wheel.” Mikey began to sound congested, pulling gently on Takemitchy’s hand, the same hand he refused to let go of the whole day.

“Mikey, you don’t seem very well.” Takemitchy spoke worried.

“Mbitchy, I- heeeh...” He used his free hand to rub his nose, trying to stave off the sneeze. Takemitchy frowned.

“Mikey-“

“HEh-TCHEEEW!” Mikey turned and sprayed off to the side, takemitchy watching as tiny droplets fell onto the pavement. The sneeze made Mikey off balance and Takemitchy held his shoulder while gripping Mikey’s hand abit firmer.

“Heh- Heh- HESHEEEW!” Takemitchy held onto Mikey’s shoulder as he threw his body forward with the sneeze, keeping him balanced as Mikey swayed.

“Mikey! Are you okay??” Takemitchy worriedly led Mikey to a bench, sitting him down.

“Sniff Guh.” Mikey lifted his head, and a string of snot was hanging from his right nostril. Takemitchy sat next to him and rubbed his back, frowning.

“You’re sick.” It wasn’t a question anymore. Mikey sniffed hard, looking forward with a glare, like he was mad his body betrayed him. Takemitchy pulled out his phone, as Mikey used his sleeve to rub his nose again. He eyed Takemitchy as he snuffled.

“What are you doing?” Mikey asked warily.

“I’m calling Draken, to pick you up- hey!” Mikey let go of Takemitchy’s hand and quickly grabbed his phone.

“No!” Mikey called out desperately. The tone in his voice shocked Takemitchy, as he had never heard Mikey like that.

“We- We sniff haven’t gotten to the ferris wheel, or take a picture, or- or sniff sniff “ Mikey’s eyes welled up with tears, and his nose was running. Takemitchy waved his hands unsurely, taken aback from the crying Mikey.

“Mikey, it’s okay.” He said, trying to calm him down. He took both his hands, ignoring the sticky and wetness of one of them.

Mikey shook his head, tears falling down his face.

“It’s not! I wanted to go on the ferris wheel sniff with you.” He cried out, trying to sniff back his congestion. Takemitchy then noticed how hot Mikey’s hands were and reached up to touch his cheek, then his forehead.

“Mikey, you’re really hot.” He said worried. Mikey gave a forced chuckle.

“Really Mbitchy? Flirting right ndow?” He spoke a little playfully, closing his eyes and trying to keep from shivering as Takemitchy held a hand over his forehead.

“I’m serious Mikey, I think you have a fever. A high one.” Takemitchy looked at Mikey concerned. Mikey sniffed as he leaned into Takemitchy’s hand with a hm.

“Takemitchy!” He heard a booming voice from behind and turned to see a disheveled Draken running towards them, having a hand.

“Ah! Draken!” Takemitchy yelled back and stood up, getting Draken’s attention. A shaky hand gripped his shirt.

“Hah..heh..” Mikey hitched as he held onto Takemitchy’s shirt.

“Mikey, wait- Mikey-“

“Heh He-HESCHEEEW!” Mikey snapped forward with the sneeze, coating the bottom of Takemitchy’s shirt in a thin layer of snot and saliva. A blob on snot landed on the crease of Takemitchy’s shirt and the hand holding him down. Takemitchy held in a deep sigh, then noticed that Mikey wasn’t done as his eyes were still squinting.

“Damn.” Takemitchy grabbed Mikey’s nose to save himself from another snot shower as Mikey snapped forward again.

“HEH-PTCHU” Mikey stifled into Takemitchy’s hand, the congestion from his nose splattering Takemitchy’s fingers. If he were in his right mind, Takemitchy wondered if Mikey would have been embarrassed. Mikey tried to sniffle and whined as Takemitchy hadn’t moved his hand.

“Mbitchy~ sniff.”

Takemitchy searched through Mikey’s pockets for the used tissues, then heard heavy footsteps jogging up beside him.

“Take..mitchy..” Draken was out of breath, leaning forward to catch it. He choked alittle and coughed. Takemitchy let go of Mikey’s nose and slowly pulled back, a huge string of mess following his fingers as he held up the used tissues to wipe off his fingers and then Mikey’s face gently. Mikey made a soft nose that nearly broke Takemitchy’s heart while getting off most of the mess.

“You dumbass…” Draken stood straight, glaring at Mikey, then Takemitchy’s gentle cleaning.

“I told you to stay home.” He gritted out, moving closer to Mikey and touched his forehead.

“Fucking hell Mikey, you’re burning up!” Draken pulled his hand back, then turned to Takemitchy.

“And you, why didn’t you answer your phone??” He demanded. Takemitchy turned to toss the tissues into a nearby bin, not being able to move far as Mikey kept his grip on his shirt.

“My phone? I didn’t receive any calls. When I went to call you, Mikey took my phone.” Takemitchy frowned, trying to look into Mikey’s glazed over eyes. Draken saw the phone in Mikey’s hand and took it with ease. He looked at it and tched.

“That’s cause you have shitty service.” Takemitchy looked up at Draken when he sighed.

“We need to find better reception to call Mitsuya, he’s probably freaking out.” Draken looked down at Mikey and put the phone into Takemitchy’s back pocket. He gently moved Takemitchy over, with Mikey’s grip still firm.

“Mikey.” He spoke softly, nothing at all what Takemitchy was used to. Mikey had his eyes closed, swaying a little as he fought to remain upright.

“Hm.” He replied quietly, proving the fever really kicked his ass.

“We need to get you home, get on my back” Draken turned around and got on a knee for Mikey to lean down. Takemitchy noticed how Mikey’s grip on his shirt slacked.

“Okay, then I’ll call Mitsu-YA?!” With strength Takemitchy didn’t think Mikey could muster, he was pulled into Mikey’s lap and his arms wrapped around his waist with a death grip.

“Mikey?! Wait, what are you doing??” Takemitchy blushed as he felt Mikey shove his face into Takemitchy’s back.

“No. Ferris wheel.” Even with the stuffy nose and muffle through his back, Draken and Takemitchy could hear the pout.

“Mikey, you’ve caused enough trouble as it is! Now let go of Takemitchy and get on my back!” Draken shouted, causing Mikey to shake his head ‘no’ and held Takemitchy tighter. The movement caused Mikey’s nose to rebel again and Takemitchy couldn’t move away as Mikey sneezed.

“PTSHU!” Takemitchy felt a warm wetness in the center of his back, trying his best not to grimace at the mess Mikey just made. Draken growled and grabbed Mikey’s arm and began pulling.

“Takemitchy isn’t your handkerchief you brat! You know how worried I was when Takemitchy told me you showed up?! I told your ass to Stay. In. Bed! I ran around town trying to find your grape flavored cold medicine and you take that moment to sneak out with a 100.4 degree fever?!” Draken roared; his sweet tone completely gone.

“NDO!” Mikey yelled muffled in Takemitchy’s back, gripping harder.

“Draken…stop..” Takemitchy choked as he could hardly breath. Draken tched and let go.

“Mikey…we can come back once you’re better. I promise.” Takemitchy tried to reason, but Mikey didn’t reply, only sniffed. Takemitchy sighed.

“Alright Mikey, one ride. But then you have to go home and rest. Deal?” Mikey looked up from behind Takemitchy.

“Really?? You mbean it??” Mikey sniffed and loosened his grip. Draken scoffed and spoke sarcastically.

“Yeah no, this is a great idea. Just give into him.” Mikey sniffed and rubbed his eyed before Takemitchy stood up, helping Mikey up. Mikey wrapped himself around Takemitchy’s arm and leaned onto him heavily.

“Okay, I’ll call Mitsuya, and we’ll meet you at the bottom of the ferris wheel.” Draken said and held up his phone. Mikey held a childish smile as he seemed over the rainbow. Takemitchy mentally sighed and nodded.

“Alright, see you then.” Takemitchy nodded and started to lead Mikey to the ride.

“Oh, and Mitchy?” Takemitchy turned his head to Draken with a questionable expression. Draken wore a shit eating grin.

“Mikey NEVER covers.” Takemitchy looked confused, then it clicked, hearing Mikey’s breath hitch.

“Heh..heh”

“Yeah, I guessed as much.”

“HEPTSCHEW!”

I tried to keep them as close to the characters as I could! I felt Mikey would totally be a brat being sick. Again, this was supposed to be a one-shot. Part 2?

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