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ugh they're so awkward but in a cute way!! lovely lovely piece

Hey! I wanted to request a fic with minho maybe where the reader (she/her) is shy? And a mom friend too maybe like feeding everybody 24/7 and caring all sort of stuff with her like band aids and napkins.

(Sorry for any mistakes english is not my first language)

I think I can just about manage this.

This is kind of short because I really could just not think of a decent plot for the life of me.

Writer's block is a killer man.

SOFT AT HEART

MASTERLIST | MINHO MASTERLIST

SUMMERY: See above. Takes place before the arrival of Thomas.

You've been harbouring a long-term crush on Minho, but the problem is you're shy and nervous, and Minho is anything but. Of course, Minho isn't the only Glader you care about, but it's hard to bond with a group of rowdy boys sometimes. So, you show your affections by taking care of them instead. Unbeknownst to you, your subtle acts of kindness give Minho the drive he's been missing for a long time- and maybe he needs a bit more than what he's getting.

WARNINGS: None, really.

You're the odd one out in the Glade. Of course, there's the blinding obvious that you're the only girl amongst, but also you're more reserved than your counterparts.

You've always felt like there's a strange barrier between you and the other Gladers- maybe it's because of your gender, maybe it's because of your personality. But it doesn't matter; something about you just doesn't quite click.

It's not that you don't like the boys. You love them, in fact- they're normally kind and understanding with you even though they aren't with each other. They have a lot of respect for you.

And the feeling is mutual.

But, you can't exactly go around telling a bunch of teenage boys how much you care about them without them getting the wrong idea. Not that you're great with your words to begin with. So, you show your affections through acts of service.

You offer food and water to tired Gladers who are too busy to stop working to have lunch- mainly Buliders, Track-hoes and Slicers. You carry bandages and band-aids for slight injuries that happen to those around you, and you always offer an understanding ear when the boys want to vent their frustrations, even if you don't always know what to say.

Maybe your subtle acts of kindness would just be a typical friendly gesture if it weren't for the fact that you have a massive crush on Minho.

You swore to yourself when you first came up in the Box that you wouldn't get romantically involved with any of the boys. And you've made that painfully clear to everyone. They're your friends, and they all see you as the big sister role you've put yourself in- but Minho?

Minho.

A flaw in your plan, to say to the least.

It's not like you guys talk all the time or spend loads of time together, but you have got into the habit of getting up early and meeting the Runners at the Doors to give them their lunch and drinks for the day.

You only do this so they can have more time in the Map Room before they leave for the day, which is some much needed precious seconds. You started doing this after you overheard Minho complaining about feeling like there's not enough time in the day. So, when you started showing up first thing in the morning, waking up earlier than most of the Glade, he definitely took a shine to you.

It's a simple gesture, really. One that doesn't seem to faze the other Runners in the slightest, but Minho always seems more determined and happier after seeing you. Even the Runners have pointed out a shift in work ethic to Ably.

Though, with you starting to cooperate with talking to Minho and having actual conversations, the way he looks at you is starting to make you melt.

You don't really know what it is about Minho. He's sarcastic and kind of mean sometimes, and he's definitely not scared of speaking his mind or acting recklessly. He's one of the highest regarded Gladers around, for obvious reasons, but he's probably also one of the most feared and powerful.

You've actually witnessed Minho tell Alby what to do.

What a day that was.

But that might be why you started liking him- because he isn't like that with you. Sure, you'll get the occasional witty comment or eye roll, but for the most part, he's kinder with you. It's kind of common knowledge that you're the Glade's soft spot, but that's more applicable to Minho than anyone else.

"Dude, you're staring again," Ben leans against a tree at the edge of the Deadheads where him and Minho occasionally spend free time away from the other members of the Glade.

"Hm?" Minho hums, sitting on the ground, not really paying attention to anything Ben has to say. That's nothing new.

"You're staring- again," Ben scoffs, crouching down next to him, "yanno you can talk her without her feeding us at the Doors?"

Minho glares at his friend. "I'm not staring."

Minho is a liar. You've plagued him for a while, even before you started providing for them. Of course, this is the expectation with being the only girl, but Minho has changed- like said before.

"You totally are, shuck-face."

"Slim it, Ben- you don't know what you're talking about."

"You're soft on her, man; everyone can see it."

"Everyone's soft on her, shuck-face. That's why she's made it clear she's not gonna date or any of that klunk with us."

"I mean..." Ben drags out the word, "you never know, right?"

"Dude, what are you getting at here?"

Ben shrugs. "I don't know, man, I'm just... picking up a vibe." Minho squints at his friend, bewildered that Ben thinks that's any kind of explanation.

"The shuck are you talking about?"

Ben sighs. "You've just been better, dude. It's nice having you back to normal."

Minho didn't need to ask. He knows what Ben's talking about. Before you showed up, Minho was rapidly losing hope. Having fully mapped the whole Maze and still without an exit, or even so much of a sign of an exit, it's kind of hard to keep hopes up.

But when you came up and started going around trying to raise everyone's spirits, despite being slightly awkward; he started to pick up speed again. The Glade became more positive, and Minho started to gain feelings for you.

Despite what you'd made clear.

"I think you're looking too much into it," Minho huffs, sitting back properly, leaning fully against the tree.

"I don't-"

"Hey!" You attempt to shout over to the boys, realising they're yet to come to dinner after the long day. You're holding two bowls of stew as you walk over. "You guys okay?" You ask, passing the food to the boys in turn.

Minho takes the dish from you. "Playing Glade mother as per usual?"

You avoid his gaze. "Yeah, well, you guys haven't eaten yet and Frypan is impatient- can't have our best Runners going hungry, can we?"

"Ah, so you think I'm the best?" Ben's tone is a kind of fake flirty, probably to gauge Minho's reaction. You just blink at him.

"I-I mean, I don't really know much about running, but I'm pretty sure Minho is the Keeper for a reason- so, uh, sorry?" Your words don't quite make sense, not wanting to insult Ben, but making your opinion known.

Minho can't help but smirk at this as Ben fake pouts. His eyes land on you, flickering up and down for a second, almost unintentionally; which makes your face feel warm.

"Anyway," you clear your throat, "I'm gonna..." You throw your thumb over your shoulder, "yanno."

"Yeah, catch you later." You give an awkward wave to Minho before you turn and walk slightly faster than normal away.

"You're whipped, bro," Ben chuckles between eating spoonfuls of stew, resulting in getting punched in the leg.

"Shut up, man."

Minho thought about this for a while- longer than he'd care to admit. He does like you, and you seem to be more friendly and talkative with him than you do the other Gladers.

Maybe he should just bite the bullet.

Maybe just asking you on a date wouldn't be that bad of an idea. I mean, the worst you can say is no, right? And you're a nice girl, of course, you'd be gentle about it.

Unless, you're not and you reject him and humiliate him.

Okay, so Minho might have a fear of rejection that he didn't know he had. It's not worth the awkwardness.

It's not until the next Bonfire night that Minho reconsiders this. You've taken a shine to the new Greenie.

And by "taken a shine", I mean the poor boy is rocking back and forth, curled into a ball and you're desperately trying to comfort him. He does seem to have relaxed a bit, but the Maze is a lot to take in.

He's been given Gally's Special Brew, and the alcohol has definitely calmed his nerves. So, you take a break, retreating to a more secluded area- still within shouting distance if you're needed, but far enough away to take a breather. You lean back against a log, letting your head test on the wood.

"Here," your eyes flicker open, seeing Minho standing over you, a drink in his hand.

He'd been watching you for a while, and seeing how dedicated and caring you've been literally all day has shown him he needs to make some kind of move.

"Thanks," you sit up straight, taking the drink off of him as he takes the spot next to you, both of you facing away from the festivities. "You not joining in?"

"Nah," he scoffs, taking a sip of his own drink.

"I guess you never really do, huh?" He smiles at you; he always feels warm inside when you show him that you pay attention to him. You pay attention to everyone, but sometimes it feels like you pay extra attention to him.

Probably because you do, but he doesn't know that.

"You know me so well," he scoffs and you roll your eyes before he playfully shoves you- something you wouldn't have the courage to do.

"'Course- I always pay attention to people I like," a smirk appears across Minho's face as he slightly raises his eyebrow. It takes you a second, but you quickly realise what that sounded like.

Your face immediately starts to burn and you look away. "I didn't mean-"

"Uh huh."

"I didn't!"

"Why do you look so embarrassed then?"

"Shut up," you grumble, hands coming to your face as Minho laughs at you. You've never been good at the flirting thing, and it's not hard to fluster you, but since you actually like Minho, it's drastically worse. "I didn't mean it like that- I just- you're my friend and I-I respect you- and-"

"Do you wanna go on a date?"

You freeze, turning to face him as you blink.

"What?"

Minho stares straight ahead, mainly so he doesn't freak out. "I just figured I'd stop thinking about asking and just actually ask you." You open your mouth to speak but he doesn't give you the chance. "I know you've got this whole dating rule, and you don't want any of that klunk- but I like you, (Y/N). And I used to think that if a girl came up here, I wouldn't care 'cause I've got the Maze to deal with. But, I can't help it- you're just... Good. Everyone here likes you and you're just a good person."

He looks at you, second guessing himself when he sees your completely blank expression.

"I-I don't mean- shuck it," he laughs. "You can say no and I won't be upset; I get it. But I just thought I'd ask. It's just one date, if you want, and then we don't have to do anything else or be anything and forget it even happened if you regret it. I don't wanna make you uncomfortable."

"What would we do?" The question is out of a genuine curiosity than anything. It's not like there are many restaurants or movie theatres in the Glade.

Now it's Minho's turn to blankly blink. "Well, we uh, we could go for a swim in the lake, or I could rob Frypan and we could have a picnic in the Deadheads, or we could just chill somewhere and talk about dumb klunk- whatever you wanna do."

"You've thought about this, huh?" You smile, warmth fluttering through your body as Minho turns a shade of pink, scratching the back of his neck.

"I mean... just a little." You've never seen him be embarrassed before.

It's kind of cute.

"Okay," you say after a second.

"Okay?"

"Okay, I'll go on a date with you; that picnic sounds good."

He grins. "Yeah?"

"Yeah... I kinda like you too, so..."

Minho can't stop smiling, even when you avoid looking at him again.

"You like me too?" You glance at him. He looks perfect, his lopsided smile, his dark hair and face illuminated by the flames behind him.

"Yeah," you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, "I like you too. A lot, actually."

"Cool," he clears his throat, "cool, that's cool."

"(Y/N)!" Newt calls you, "the Greenie's freakin' out again! Give us a shuckin' hand!"

You roll your eyes, standing up and smiling at Minho once again. "So, it's a date then?"

"Yeah, it's a date- I'll figure out that picnic and let you know."

"Sounds like a plan," you say as you step over the log, trying to hide your smile and not squeal the entire Glade down as you go back to your daily role.

Minho watches you walk away, letting his head drop back when your out of sight. He's completely buzzing and feels on top of the world.

"So," Ben approaches, chuckling at his friend's love-drunk state, "you finally asked her then?"

"Shut your shuckin' mouth."

Yo, here's another Minho piece, though I am struggling with all the Minho work atm. He's one of my favourite all time characters but I'm running out of new ways to do the same thing, if that makes sense? So sorry if this one isn't as good- my quality is going down hill lmao.

I still hope you kind of like, regardless :))

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And Minho has the ABBA Gold album!!!! bahahahahhahaha

Ivy trio x Y/n incorrect quotes

thought I'd try branching out from only Marauders content so I hope you all like this

Masterlist

Newt: Y/n! What did I tell you about lying?

Y/n, looking down: ...That it only works on Thomas

—

Newt: How are we supposed to put a tracker the size of a penny on Minho without him noticing?

Y/n: Hey, Minho, I bet you 5 bucks that you can't swallow this penny

Minho: *takes and swallows tracker* Pay up, loser

Newt: …

—

Y/n: Made you all playlists!

Y/n: Thomas, yours has only heavy metal, and is dark like your soul

Y/n: Newt, yours has sad songs and blues to pair with your crippling depression

Y/n: And Minho has the ABBA Gold album

—

Newt: Christmas is cancelled

Thomas: You can't cancel a holiday

Newt: Keep it up, Tommy, and you'll lose New Year's too

Thomas: What does that mean?

Newt: Y/n, take New Year's away from Thomas

—

Minho: Newt, you'll be working with Thomas and Y/n

Newt: Alright! My fantasy threesome!

Everyone else: *blank stares*

Newt: ...Of people on a team

—

Newt: I’m so happy two of my favourite people are getting along now

Minho: Uh, Y/n and Thomas are not getting along

Newt: They’re not trying to kill each other

Minho: You may have a point

—

Thomas: ARE YOU-

Y/n: Fucking

Thomas: KIDDING ME?! YOU-

Y/n Fucking

Thomas: IDIOT!

Minho: …What was that?

Y/n: Newt banned Thomas from swearing, so I’m helping him out

—

Minho: I think we're missing something

Newt: Teamwork?

Y/n: Cohesion?

Thomas: A general sense of what we’re doing?

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tmr is on tv and my minho obsession is resurfacing.

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ugh this is absolutely lovely holy hell

imagining giving bradley soft kisses on his shoulder when he’s busy in the kitchen and fresh out of shower… a girl can dream, right?

What a lovely dream 🥰

Warnings: Suggestive themes, food mentions

And They Were Roommates

Mornings where you woke up to an empty bed had become few and far between since Bradley had gone from being your roommate to being your boyfriend. You couldn’t remember the last Sunday morning where you hadn’t woken up with Bradley’s arms around you or Goose’s golden fur in your face- or, more often than not, both.

Stretching languidly and letting out a satisfied groan as your back popped, you squinted against the golden sunlight bleeding through the curtains and listened for any clues towards the location of your boyfriend and dog.

At first, you could have mistaken the apartment for being silent. After a few seconds, however, you picked up the muffled sound of music from the kitchen- Bradley’s ’80s playlist- and the deep rumble of his voice coming from the kitchen. Smiling sleepily, you rolled out of bed to join him.

His back was to you once you reached the kitchen doorway, the sounds of Queen playing from his phone. His hair was still damp from the shower as he worked on making coffee, and you bit your lip to prevent yourself giggling as he shimmied his hips a little in time to You’re My Best Friend. Goose was comfortable in his basket by the table, his tail wagging lazily at the sight of you. Your feet were silent on the kitchen floor as you padded across the room.

“Good afternoon, sleeping beauty,” Bradley teased as you wrapped your arms around his waist. He chuckled as he felt your head fall between his shoulder blades, your tired groan warming his skin. “Goose and I went for an early morning run. I brought pastries back.”

“Is there a cinnamon twist?” you asked hopefully.

“Duh. What kind of boyfriend would I be if there wasn’t?”

You kissed his shoulder, the word “boyfriend” still making you feel a little giddy.

“I love you.”

He chuckled again, one of his hands covering yours on his belly.

“Wish I’d known that cinnamon pastries were the way to your heart this time last year. Could’ve saved us a lot of time.”

You smiled against the soft material of his t-shirt. He smelled good; he’d been borrowing your strawberry shower gel again.

“Why don’t we take breakfast back to bed and cuddle, hmm?” you suggested, “We could make up for the cosy morning you robbed me of by being all healthy and exercising.”

His laughter loosened your hold on him enough for him to turn in your arms so that he could lean back against the counter to grin at you.

“How else am I supposed to keep fit?”

You toyed with the collar of his shirt, humming innocently as your fingertips grazed his collarbone.

“I could think of one or two ways.”

He quirked an eyebrow at you, his hands finding their usual spots on your waist and slipping just under the hem of your shirt to touch your skin, still warm from bed.

“Such as?”

You grinned at him.

“Come back to bed with me and you’ll find out.”

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the bullet train 2 that exists in my head

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Bullet Train Masterlist

and here's the general masterlist for anyone who's interested

⭑ is for strong allusions to smut † is for actual smut ▸ is for a little bit of angst   the rest is just pure fluff!!

Tangerine:

Red or Blue

Stitch Me Up

Freezing Hands

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tiny tangerine x reader blurb

this may or may not be based on my cold ass fucking hands and the best place to warm them. so

also, my masterlist for anyone interested, and feel free to request here

"Fuckin' hell."

The curse is low and drawled, so unlike Tangerine that for a moment, you doubt it's even him stomping inside the apartment - but then the door slams shut and that's so like him again that you can't help but snort.

You glance up from your phone only when he's stepped inside the living room, looking dishevelled in all the right kinds of ways. Your thumb presses the off button on the phone entirely on its own.

"I'm freezing my fuckin' nuts off, love", he grouses, his feet thumping heavily against the floor as he comes closer - closer and closer and closer. You drop the phone to the cushions and swallow hard. Before you can open your mouth and say something though, anything, he's already bent down, grabbed you by the waist and pushed you onto your back against the couch.

"Tan-", you can only gasp, then he's slipped his palms beneath your shirt and has run them up your stomach, ice-cold fucking fingers against your warm skin. Goosebumps send a shudder through your body, even before his hands settle on your boobs.

"Tan, what are you doing?", you squeak breathlessly, your fingers closing around his wrists. He settles above you, a leg on either side of you and his hands palming at your chest. Fuck, they are actually fucking freezing.

"What's it look like, darling?", he mutters, his eyes glued to the outline of his fingers underneath your shirt. "Now shut that pretty mouth for me, will ya?"

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I just saw someone get annoyed at an x reader tag. because they said there was too much x reader in there.

ma'am.

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incorrect bullet train quotes

Reader: You have to apologize to them Tangerine.

Tangerine: Fine! But I must warn you that this might make me a better, nicer person and that is NOT the person you fell in love with!

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Willing to give my original Mini Bullet Train Poster into good hands

The reciper would need to pay for shipping/package cost and a bit of for my trouble.

I can add a passe-partout to it! (can be a different color)

(don't be shy to ask even if you find this post and it's old)

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genuinely all I need. just. tangerine taking care of me. and all my problems would be solved

Hi! I’m not sure if this has been requested before but I’ve been working nonstop lately. I’m completely worn out and desperate for a day off. So, I was wondering how you think tangerine would react to this sort of situation with his gf/wife/partner- being very overworked, exhausted, tense, stressed, anxious? In need of some comfort, fluff, love and reassurance. -🤍

Thank you so much, I love you!!

hii!! im pretty sure it has, but that’s no problem. make sure to take care of yourself angel, really sorry you’re so tired, hopefully this can be of some comfort. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌 I love you and hope you’re doing as well as you can be xx

ignore kimura’s hand 😭 the pic is just really hot

TAKE A BREAK.

tangerine x fem!reader — fluff & comfort

word count. 637

Tangerine had noticed a change within you recently. Though it wasn't hard, anyone could.

He could see it in your eyes, the exuberant shine almost fading with every one of your early starts and late finishes. And those tired, half-smiles you'd give him when he questions it only prove his point more.

He knew you were under a lot of stress lately, everything in your life catching up with you, and all he wanted was to help you. Even if it was carrying your weight on his shoulders for a few minutes - anything just to give you a moment of ease.  

It had gone past midnight, but you were nowhere close to finishing the massive assigned workload. The dining table filled with stacks of your papers, the surface repurposed as an office desk once again. By now, the words on the page were far from legible, the lines blurring and swirling together as you pushed through the last section.

"I don't get it," you mutter to yourself, dropping your head into your hands. 

"What don't you get?" Tangerine asks, appearing in the doorway as if he were a genie.

"I don't know," you mumble, rubbing your face in your palms. "All of it... it doesn't make sense— none of it does. And I've been reading it over and over and," you cut yourself off with a sigh, looking over the array of papers in front of you. 

"Come on, now," he hushes, moving across the room to stand in front of you. "You're knackered. You need good sleep," he adds, placing his hands on either side of your head, making you face him. 

"I can't. I have so much to do," you faintly exhale - the sound weary and worn down. 

His thumbs glide under your eyes, the pads running over the dark circles and tired skin - the act as if he were trying to soothe you. "I'll help you out in the morning, alright? But not now. You need'a sleep."

"I can't," you softly shake your head, his hands moving with the faint movement. "I can't sleep knowing how much work I have."

He sighs, his head cocking to the side to maintain the eye contact you were so desperate to get out of. "When you hurt, I hurt. And you're hurting a lot right now, aren't'ya?"

The lack of response from you, silently answers his question. 

"That's what I thought," he says, leaning over to press a kiss into your hairline. "I'll lock up. You go get ready for bed, yeah?" he laces his hands into yours, helping you from the seat. "I'll follow up in a minute."

You do as asked and get ready for bed, continuing the rest of your routine from a couple hours before - brushing your teeth and peeing, changing back into pyjamas. You get into your side of the bed, the comfort almost immediately soothing the aches in your body.

As promised, Tangerine follows closely behind, entering the bedroom with a glass of water in one hand and a pack of paracetamol in the other. He makes his way around the bed to your side, setting the glass and painkillers on your nightstand.

He gets in bed from his side, slipping under the covers, his arms instinctively reaching for you under them. He pulls you towards him, holding you tight. 

"Can you give me food poisoning tomorrow?" you attempt a joke, burying your face into his chest. 

"I'd rather throw myself down the stairs and break my legs and then sit in A&E all night so you could get the day off," he whispers, stroking over the back of your head.

"Might try that myself."

He presses a kiss into your cheek, tucking your face back into the comfort of his chest. "Enough now, get some sleep."

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fucking where's my tangerine. I don't think I've truly slept well in the last three years, I need this with every fibre of my body

Request: Tangerine and reader who struggles with insomnia, please? 🥹❤️ (literally writing this at like 4.30 in the morning and I’m not even tired yet, omg)

Ey, maybe like sleep issues in general? Like also with nightmares, sleep paralysis etc?

okay I love this so so much!!! thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌 also hope this can be of help to you xx

COUNTRY LANES.

tangerine x fem!reader

word count. 599

Usually, you would find the soft, steady snores of your lover beside you comforting. But not right now.

It's way past three, and you were still struggling to sleep. Endless tossing and turning, growing more and more frustrated as the minutes pass you by. You envied Tangerine's ease and ability to settle down for the night.

And even in sleep, he still sought you under the covers - arm reaching for your middle to pull you closer. You should've found the act sweet, endearing even. But you were far too agitated to be held right now, the weight of his arm feeling suffocating. So you slip from his grasp, trying not to wake him.

"You okay?" he whispers, voice thick from hours of sleep. "Where you going?" he asks, head lifting from the pillow, watching you sit at the edge of the bed - your back to him. He follows suit, sitting up slowly, hand reaching for you. "Can't sleep?"

You exhale, exasperated. "No," you reply, speaking quietly.

He scooches closer, moving across the bed. "What can I do?" he asks, running a palm down your spine, stroking you soothingly. He itches closer and presses a kiss into the back of your shoulder. "How can I help?"

"I don't know," you shrug and squeeze the bridge of your nose. "My head's killing me, and I just can't sleep."

"Okay, alright," he hums, fingers drawing circles on your back.

He continues with light kisses on your shoulder - doing everything he can to distract you while he thinks of a solution. And then he stands from the bed and makes his way over to the wardrobe, pulling out two of his hoodies - putting one over his head, giving the other to you. 

"Put that on. Got an idea," Tangerine says, throwing on a pair of lounge shorts, handing you something else of his to wear - his pyjama bottoms.

You dress in the clothes he gave you, unsure of what he had planned but going along with it nonetheless. 

He leads you down the stairs and to the front door, where he now hands you a pair of shoes - it was like he was taking the lead and doing all the thinking for you, saving you a further headache. He grabs his car keys from the hook and opens the door, nodding for you to follow - doing everything silently and calmly. 

He guides you to his car out front, opening the passenger door for you and then getting in on his side - grabbing a blanket from the boot before doing so. "Buckled in?" he asks, handing you the blanket. He then slots his keys into the ignition and starts the car. 

You hum softly, turning to face him. "Where we going?"

He places a hand on the back of your headrest, his head turning behind to reverse from his spot. "For a drive around," he speaks casually, rolling backwards down the stoned driveway. 

"You don't have to do this. I can just watch TV or something," you offer, feeling guilty for interrupting his sleep. 

His hand reaches for yours, fingers weaving into you as he brings it to his face, pressing a kiss into the back of it. "Don't worry about it. Just close your eyes, yeah?" he dismisses, placing your hand back into your lap - tucking it under the blanket. 

And as he drives off the property gate and onto the road, you feel your eyes finally grow heavy - the soft bumps on the country lanes slowly but surely nudging you towards sleep.

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Aaron Taylor-Johnson as Tangerine ⤷ Bullet Train, 2022 | dir. David Leitch

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Hello, hi!! I saw your match ups were open, which is really cool!! I was hoping for a maze runner match up?

You can call me Mylo or Comet and I’m transmasc, my pronouns are they/he! I’m 16, ~5’10, and I have long (I want to cut it!!) brown sorta curly hair! I’m bi but have a preference for masculine presenting people!

Some things about me are that I really want to dye my hair different colors, probably purple as the first color but the only colors I don’t want are yellow blond or orange! I really really love art, all kinds but I’m best at digital, pencil, water color, and sometimes animating. Funny enough I do kinda suck at painting (I’m working to get better)! I really love my family and I have 3 brothers, two younger and one older! I have a really big age gap with my younger brothers so I take care of them a lot, and I’m kinda good with kids because of it. I love my mom so much and I’m really close with her! I love listening to music, I write poetry sometimes, I suck at sports so much, I make jewelry for my friends and me, I love swimming and tubing and being around boats and docks, I really annoy connecting with people and having meaningful deep conversations, I used to love reading so I’m trying to get back into that, I enjoy baking too and sometimes going on hikes.

When I first meet someone I can be a little shy or reserved but I come out of my shell quickly if I’m comfortable. I care really deeply about my friends and I think they would describe me as someone who always tries to help out or doesn’t know how to relax sometimes, I can be pretty stubborn, I have anger issues but I’m working on them and I’ve never dealt with them full force at anyone, I’m protective of the people I care about but if they don’t need me I trust them to take care of themselves. I can get excited really easily and I’m positive when around other people, but if I get stuck in my head when I’m alone I can get into a pretty bad headspace. I always try to make people laugh and let them know I care about them (usually I don’t say anything out loud) by spending time with them, or getting them something.

Some random silly fun facts

I verbally stim so sometimes I’ll just repeat what someone says or something that gets stuck in my head

I’ve broken 2 bones. My arm when I was about 9 and a couple years later my pinkie. I’ve also broken my nose by running full speed into a pole (long and embarrassing story)

I was really clumsy as a kid and still kinda are as per my last fun fact

I love sweaters and I get cold super easily

I have a lot of moles and I have a couple on one part of my arm that looks like a constellation

I have this joke with flamingos that my friends and family know about so I have a ton of flamingo stuff lol

I love stuffed animals and blankets

I really enjoy writing and English class

I HATE being bored

I wear glasses and a high prescription I am very blind

And yeahhhh that’s uh a lot of stuff about me :) I hope that was enough and I wish you a lovely lovely day!!

hey, so sorry, i completely forgot about this for so long! i never got around to finishing it and i won't either, i think, but i do hope you can enjoy the first third of what was supposed to be a full love story

I ship you with...

Newt!!!

When you come up the box, there's already many other boys living their life as best as they can in the glade. You don't have to go through any of what Minho or Newt went through, you just have to deal with the fact that all you can remember about yourself is your name and that you'll be stuck for an undefined amount of time in this hellhole of a place, which, you know, is already bad enough. So you're understandably freaked out for the first few days and even quieter than you usually are. Out of all the boys, Newt is the one who helps you out of that state of mind the most.

You spend most of day one to three in the Med Jack's hut because you hit your head pretty badly in the box, but Newt shows you around and explains everything, slowly and delibaretly, and he even makes you smile once or twice. It's where your friendship begins.

You start helping out Frypan in the kitchen on your fourth day there because Alby thinks working will help you manage your situation better. And truly, you do a good job. You find out you enjoy baking, then you find out you're actually really good at it too, and from then on Frypan puts you on bread duty. You help him chop and cube and stir as well, of course, but mostly Frypan lets you bake to your heart's content.

Newt visits you from time to time. He comes in with a smile and waits for you to dust off your hands and nods at Frypan to let you go for five minutes, to check on you and how you're handling your new home. It's a lot to take in, after all. But you're getting better, you're doing better with Frypan around and the work you're doing, with all the people you're getting to know and the distractions.

Maybe a week and a half in, you're starting to settle. It's all beginning to come together as a routine. But then you drop your knife, try to pick it up and slice across your hand and somehow, your temper gets the better of you. Frypan can't calm you down and before he can go and get Alby (who he's not that sure could calm you down either), Newt appears in the doorway and rushes to your side and from then on, whenever you're struggling with your anger, he's the one you go to.

He keeps visiting you regularly (even when he shouldn't) and after a while, he starts bringing you flowers.

just imagine a happy ever after! 😂😂

[sehnsuchts-trunken]

just warning everyone that i decided 70+ drafts were simply too much, so now i'm clearing them out. which means old bradley smut fics are on the schedule

[sehnsuchts-trunken]

masterlist of... well, everything

Fandoms

Top Gun  + Top Gun Blurbs, of course

including Jake Seresin, Bradley Bradshaw, Natasha Trace, Bob Floyd and Tom Kazansky 

The Hobbit

including Thorin Oakenshield, Kili, Fili, Thranduil and Bard

Maze Runner

including Minho and Newt

Fate - The Winx Saga

including Riven, Sam, Grey, Sky and Beatrix

The Arcana

including Lucio and Julian 

Outer Banks

inluding JJ and John B

Shadow And Bone

including Aleksander Morozova

The Witcher

including Geralt of Rivia

Merlin

including Gwaine, Lancelot, Leon, Morgana, Percival and Arthur 

Other Stuff

Hellraiser - Mike x reader

It’s 3am, We’re Both Wasted And For Whatever Reason, You Think Now Is The Perfect Moment To Say I Love You For The First Time? 

Aquaman x reader 

Smutty Drabble

Bullet Train - Tangerine x reader

Red or Blue

Stitch Me Up

The Gentlemen - Raymond Smith x reader

I’ll Show You Just How Sad I Am

Original Works 

Heartsmith

Dear, where’s the series to this?