G & T for Dick please? Congrats on 1k!
Warnings: SFW, gen yandere behaviour, suicide mention, dick's kind of pathetic lmfao, I don't know what a paragraph break is <3
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G = Game (Is Every Move Meticulously Orchestrated, Turning the Pursuit Into a Twisted Game? Do They Derive Pleasure From Watching Their Darling Attempt Escape?):
Dick: One thing you have to get about Dick is that he takes everything with you very seriously. Like, obviously he’s joking around (the sight of your laughing face is etched into his brain with a hammer) but he considers your relationship very important, that it requires a lot of care. He doesn’t think it’s a game. He doesn’t think you’re a game. But, he does probably… definitely puts too much thought into your every little interaction. He’s a thinker. He’s always going over your interactions, wondering if you would’ve found A) joke funnier or if B) joke was the way to go. He chooses when to flirt, when to push, when to pull back when it’s needed too. And it’s all subconscious. He’s not even really aware that he thinks of your relationship the same way he thinks about missions, about fights. And also, he finds the idea of wanting to ‘escape’ him heart-wrenching. He’s desperate to be seen in a good light by you, desperate to be likable, lovable. And you disliked him so much you ran away? He probably tries to stay away after you do. He manages for a little while until he eventually appears on your doorstep begging you to take him back. And if you say no, he only gets more desperate. This is about where you see Dick go fully mad trying to appease you. Where you’ll see himself throw himself at you again and again, trying to see what sticks. He really will just keep trying. About till he drops dead from his own unbearable yearning, cause he’s dramatic like that.
T = Tears (Does the Sight of Their Darling's Suffering Evoke a Twisted Pleasure, a Morbid Satisfaction Reinforcing Their Control?):
Dick: Oh, you’re crying. Oh. You. Are. Crying. Instant breakdown. This is literally his worst nightmare. He wants you happy, and unless your tears are from joy or pleasure, he will probably actually kill himself. No, no, he’ll just want to do it really bad, but he has to make it up to you. Right then and there, through his own tears, he’s asking how he can fix it, what he needs to do to make it up to you. Now if you told him to kill himself, he’d probably do it then. Absolutely anything to make sure you’re smiling again. If you are kind enough not to immediately ask him to commit honourable suicide, he will spend the rest of his life making it up to you. Anytime you want anything from him, even hinting at the time you cried has him ready to go to the ends of earth for you again. Just, god, please don’t start crying again. He thinks he’ll have a heart attack. He also thinks he’d deserve it, though.
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First Date Back Ch. 2
AN: Not a whole lotta sneezing in this second part, but it is cute I promise! Also alittle SMUTTY but yeah.
Fandom: Tokyo Revengers
Pairing: TAKEMIKEY (Takemichi and Mikey)
CW: It’s messy, description of snot, sneezing, contagion, spoiler alert, light smut and cussing.
Synopsis: Takemichi has a date with Mikey, but Mikey shows up late and is sick as a dog.
The ferris wheel operator looked between Takemitchy and Mikey as they came up to the front of the line. Mikey held onto Takemitchy’s arm as he had an expression between exhaustion and excitement. Takemitchy gave the operator a knowing look and showed him the tickets. The operator stepped to the side, allowing them both on, waiting for them to sit before closing the door.
“Okay Mikey, we made it.” Takemitchy smiled down at Mikey, unsure if he was still coherent. Mikey leaned further into Takemitchy, a gentle smile on his face.
“Great…we mbade it.” Mikey sighed, which turned into a congested cough. Takemitchy frowned and rubbed his back, worried about Mikey’s wellbeing. The ferris wheel began to move, and Takemitchy took Mikey’s hand into his own.
“I really missed you Mikey.” Takemitchy confessed after Mikey’s fit died down, leaving him a sniveling mess.
“I mbissed you too, Mbitchy.” Mikey used his free hand to rub his nose, his head leaning on Takemitchy’s arm.
“I was worried, I mbean, sniff you seembed different. These past few days, you were distant from mbe, from everyone.” Mikey tilted his head up to catch Takemitchy’s eyes.
“I was hoping you’d open up to mbe. And what better way thdan sniff a date?” Takemitchy blushed at Mikey’s flushed face, and how forward Mikey was. Mikey’s eyes crinkled and his mouth opened slightly.
“Heh” Takemitchy was prepared this time, not forgetting to grab some tissues from the gift store on the way to the ferris wheel. He pulled out the pre-opened packet with his free hand.
“Heh- Mb- Mbitchy-…” Mikey hitched with a runny nose; his head still tilted up towards Takemitchy.
“It’s okay Mikey, I got you.” Takemitchy spoke with a gentle tone, holding the tissues up to Mikey’s face. No second sooner, Mikey pitched forward.
“"Eh'hehTSHU!” Takemitchy could feel the warmness as it splattered into the tissue. He waited a moment to make sure Mikey was done. Mikey sniffled, a sign he was done for this second. Takemitchy pulled away and pinched off Mikey’s nose, keeping the mess in the tissue as much as possible. Mikey stood still as Takemitchy used the tissue to clean up his face, his ears red from either the fever or embarrassment.
“Imb Sorry.” Mikey sniffled, looking at the ground.
“It’s fine Mikey. Hey, I know what will make you feel better.” Takemitchy pointed across towards the window, showing the beautiful scenery in the bright sunlight. Mikey looked and smiled, seeing as they were near the top.
“Mbitchy~ sniff.” Mikey moved closer to Takemitchy, pulling himself up to come face to face with him. Takemitchy blushed and scooted away, Mikey following right after him.
“M-Mikey?” Takemitchy leaned back as Mikey was a breath away, his eyes lighting up as his mouth pulled into a smile. Mikey cupped a hand to Takemitchy’s cheek and leaned in, closing his eyes slowly.
“Mik-“ Takemitchy was cut off by warm chapped lips against his. Mikey leaned in further as Takemitchy was trying to get over the shock of Mikey kissing him.
Mikey. Kissing.
Still shocked, Takemitchy opened his mouth to speak, and Mikey used that as an opportunity to stick his tongue in. Takemitchy wasn’t going to let this chance go to waste and began kissing him back. In seconds, Takemitchy was full on making out with Mikey, tasting the cherry cough drops Mikey had eaten recently as their tongues fought for dominance. Takemitchy’s hands ran through Mikey’s hair as Mikey had a gentle but firm grip on his face, as if he let go Takemitchy would pull away. Some point between the making out, Mikey had pushed Takemitchy up against the glass wall next to him, trailing a hand from his face to his side to his back.
“Mikey.” Takemitchy breathed out in between gulps of air, before Mikey pulled him back in for more. Mikey’s hand was sliding to Takemitchy’s backside when he felt a tingle in his nose. Takemitchy felt Mikey’s nose twitch, but couldn’t think much of it as Mikey placed his knee between Takemitchy’s legs. He felt Mikey’s breathing hitch, causing him to take a good look at Mikey’s face.
Wait. Wait Mikey Don’t-
Mikey broke the kiss just in time to sneeze between their chests, covering both their shirts in a snotty spittle.
“HAPTSCHEW! Heh- HE’PSHUH! Ha- haPHEW!” Each sneeze left another layer of slick mess on their shirts, Takemitchy’s taking the brunt of it. At least Mikey was aiming down instead of in Takemitchy’s face, as he was now using his hands to hold Mikey’s shoulders to keep him stable. By the time the fit subsided, Mikey was swaying and both nostrils had thick ropes of slime trailing down to either Mikey’s or Takemitchy’s shirt.
Unsure what to say, Takemitchy used a hand to pull out the tissues from his pockets to clean up Mikey’s face.
“Mb sorry Mbitchy.” Takemitchy frowned as Mikey sniffed, seeing his glazed over eyes water. Takemitchy first cupped Mikey’s nose with the tissues.
“Blow.” Mikey didn’t need to be told twice, but he looked so shameful as he looked away while Takemitchy pinched his nose. The ferris wheel came to a halt as their cart reached the bottom. With the rest of theup just smearing Takemitchy tried to clean off his and mikey’s shirt as quickly as he could, but ended up just smearing it in.
“Lets get you home Mikey.” Takemitchy said quietly, standing up and held a hand out to Mikey. Mikey frowned deeper but took Takemitchy’s hand and allowed him to help him up. Mikey swayed and fell into Takemitchy, who caught him and helped keep him up as he led them out of the cart. A few steps forwards, he looked around for any signs of Draken or Mitsuya.
“Are you mbad?” Mikey as quietly. Takemitchy looked at the man in his arm, furrowing his brows.
“I’m not mad Mikey, I’m just really worried about you.” He used the back of his other hand to check Mikey’s forehead.
“Mikey I think your fever went up.” He said with concern. Mikey huffed, annoyed with himself and his traitorous body.
“Dis didn’t go as planned at all. Sniff” Mikey grumbled, leaning more into Takemitchy as he breathes from his mouth, too stuffed up otherwise.
“Well to be fair, I wasn’t expecting you to kiss me.” Takemitchy said, alittle shy about the display of affection. Mikey opened his mouth to speak but just ended up coughing. Frowning, Takemitchy rubbed his back to help him until it died down.
“Dambit! I just wanted to ask you out rombantically and shit!” Mikey yelled in frustration, irritating his throat more and sent him coughing again.
“You wanted to ask me out? Like.. like out-out?” Takemitchy turned red as he processed what he just heard.
“Of course, ids why I asked you ou-.. heh..a-asked you..o-o- he’PTSCHUW!” Mikey whipped his head to the side, spraying a couple who were walking by on accident. They only gave him a dirty look before continuing on their way, probably to go sanitize themselves.
“Fug!” Mikey sniffed, dragging his sleeve across his red, abused nose. If he has any more usable tissues, Takemitchy would have given them to him.
“Oi, Mikey! Takemitchy!” Draken came jogging over with Mitsuya and Baji in tow.
“Woah Mikey, you look like shit.” Baji said, as if he were seeing an alien. Mikey only had the energy to glare at him before his nose began to run again.
“Stop it Baji, here Mikey.” Mitsuya pulled out a pack of tissues from his pocket and handed some to Mikey.
“Danks.” Mikey muttered before blowing his nose, squishing his nose up and down to try to get rid of that itch.
“Thanks Takemitchy, for going along with our dumbass leader.” Draken sighed, passing the care taking job to Mitsuya.
“Of course Draken, it was really no problem. I do have to get home and shower though.” He winced as he felt the dried mucus touch his skin from his shirt.
“You’re not combing Mbitchy?” Mikey tried to give him puppy dog eyes, but the snot running down his face and the clear exhaustion made it less effective.
“Hell no Takemitchy ain’t coming Mikey! You snotted all over him!” Draken growled out to Mikey, as if he had the audacity to ask that.
“I’ll see you later Mikey.” Takemitchy gave him a small smile, not refuting what Draken said. Mikey tched before coughing again.
Before he was led away, Takemitchy called out.
“And when you’re better, we can give the date a second try.”
Mikey turned back towards Takemitchy, smiling from ear to ear.
“Yeah, Id like that!” He beamed, before his nose crinkled and he sneezed, earning an earful from Draken as he was pulled by Mitsuya out of the park.
Yeah, things are going to be okay.
~Plz Don’t Repost To Non-Snzfic Blogs~
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