?Rikey Oneshots?

A/N: hellooo so I have some news regarding this book. Its NOT being discontinued or anything, but updates will be a bit slower. The reason for that is I am running out of ideas and need to think of more. If you have any ideas or requests PLEASE let me know iM BEGGING YOU. Thanks! <3 TW: implied death, but it's only a dream.

Mikey stumbled through the hallways of his house. About a year before, he and his bandmates decided it would be good to live together. Mikey and Ray's bedrooms were upstairs, Frank's downstairs, and Gerard living in the basement. Mikey had trouble sleeping, it's been a problem for him for about 2 years. He needed to find someone to chill with until he grew sleepy, that way he wouldn't sit in his dark room and be lonely. He didn't want to wake up Frank, as he would get super pissed. He didn't want to bother Gerard, since he was likely asleep or busy. If Mikey had trouble sleeping, his first action would be to check Ray's room. Ray had a bad habit of staying up late, and so Mikey would usually hang out with him.

Mikey always felt a sense of warmth and happiness whenever he had that time with Ray. It was nice having time with just him. Gerard could get pestering, and Frank could get annoying. Ray wasn't like that. He would start off relaxed, and stay relaxed. Mikey admired that quality about him. Mikey also enjoyed that during that time, he had Ray all to himself. Mikey felt a witches brew of jealousy bubble in him everytime he saw Ray spending time with someone else, but Mikey could never pinpoint why. He decided to shake off the thought rather than going into deep questioning for the next 7 hours. Mikey's light footsteps scattered through the house, making a soft noise. He approached Ray's door and saw the light peeking through the door. Mikey smiled to himself, knowing his friend was awake. Mikey gave the door a light knock.

"Who is it?" Called a soft voice. A voice that made Mikey's heart throb.

"It's me..." Mikey clarified, his voice quiet. Ray smiled, being able to instantly recognize who it was

"Come in." Ray instructed, Mikey entering through the creaky door. Ray smiled at Mikey, knowing exactly why he was in there. Ray sat on his bed, boxes surrounding him. The boxes puzzled Mikey, and brought curiosity to him.

"Having trouble sleeping?" Questioned the boy on the bed. Mikey nodded, sighing to himself.

"Did you try taking your sleep medication?" Ray asked. Mikey nodded again.

"Yeah, but that shit never works....Uh, is it okay if I hang in here for a while?" Mikey asked. He knew the answer was always yes, but he still felt obligated to ask in case there was ever to be a night where Ray wanted to be alone. Ray simply giggled at Mikey's question and nodded.

"Of course! No need to ask me though, here, I'll make room for you." He answered, sliding boxes over so Mikey could sit. Mikey sat next to Ray, feeling butterflies fluttering in his stomach. He peeked into the boxes, curious of their contents. They were filled with various items, ranging from comics, to VHS tapes, to toys, to video games. The question lingered in Mikey's mind, finally escaping his lips.

"What's all this stuff? Where did you get it?" Asked the puzzled boy, earning another smile from the taller.

"It's all my stuff from when I was a kid. Remember when my mom stopped by yesterday? She swung by to give me these." Explained Ray. Mikey nodded, recalling the visit, and the brief awkward interaction it brought with it. Mikey began to look through the boxes with Ray, picking up a VHS copy of Night of the Living Dead. Mikey smiled at the tape, as it was one of his favorite movies.

"Dude, this is awesome! Don't you have a VCR in here somewhere?" Mikey asked, his eyes shuffling around the room in search for a VCR. Ray nodded and pointed towards his TV that sat on a stand. Mikey took notice of the DVD player and VCR that sat there.