#fluffly mikey in the morning

[rinwhore]

morning mikey!!

[shiftingparadise]

Tell me I'm yours (Roommate Mikey x Fem. Reader) 

Aaaa, so I don't know, I just absolutely love Mikey and I had this idea for a while. Hope you guys like it 🤍✨

Warnings: a little angsty with a fluffly ending

Word Count: 2265

‘What?’. ‘Don’t’, you angrily threw the dirty clothes on his bed, ‘Don’t ‘what’ me’. ‘Calm down, I was going to clean up’. ‘That’s what you always say’. ‘Come now, bunny, you were the one who wanted to live here’. ‘Don’t call me that’. 

God, you were so cute when you were angry with him. The only reason he left his dirty clothes in the bathroom was that he wanted to see you like this. 

‘What?’, he smirked, his head slightly tilted, ‘Bunny?’. ‘Shut up Mikey. I agreed to be your roommate because Draken asked me to’, you picked one of his dirty shirts from the ground before throwing it at him. ‘Fine’, he closed his eyes before getting out of bed, ‘I’ll clean up’. 

He knew what he did. He knew how flustered you always got when he wasn’t wearing anything but his boxers, but he loved seeing your strawberry-red cheeks. 

‘Huh? What’s wrong, bunny? You’re blushing’. 

‘Fuck you’.

Mikey couldn’t hide his smile when you slammed his door shut. You were so adorable, too adorable to be his roommate. 

--- 

‘What’s for dinner?’, he leaned against the kitchen counter as he watched you read on the couch. ‘I don’t know, I’m going out’. 

‘Out?’, he frowned, ‘To where? With whom?’. 

‘Jezus Mikey, it’s none of your business’, a tired sigh left your lungs. 

‘None of my business?’. 

You froze when you felt him leaning over the couch from behind you, his nose brushing against your ear. 

‘It’s none of my business whom my roommate goes out with? What if you go out with girls from that Moebius scum?’, he coldly grabbed your book from your hands, closing it in front of your face. ‘Who are you going out with?’. 

His voice sounded cold, causing a shiver down your spine, but you weren’t going to back down. Who the hell did he think he was? He may be the leader of some foolish gang, but he had no control over you. 

‘Who said I was going out with a girl?’, you stood up from the couch, ready to go to your room. 

‘What did you say?’. ‘H-hey let go of me-‘, you tried to pull away but his grip around your wrist only tightened. ‘Who are you going out with?’, his normally playful and childish expression was completely gone. His cold eyes pierced right through yours. 

‘Let go of me, Mikey! I’m serious’. 

Maybe if you raised your voice… 

‘Tch’, a smirk slowly appeared on his face, ‘Fine, I’ll find out anyway’. 

He raised both of his hands in the air, a smug look on his face. 

‘If I even get the feeling I’m being watched by one of your fucking minions-‘, ‘That would be your fault, you could’ve just told me, but you wanted to act like a brat’. 

Impossible. It was impossible to go on about this with him. 

‘I’m going to get changed. There are still some leftovers in the fridge from yesterday. You can put it in the microwave for a couple of minutes’. 

‘Thanks, bunny’. 

Shut up.

--- 

‘I’m leaving’, you grabbed your coat from the hanger, ‘I’ll be back late, so I’ll see you in the morning’. 

‘You’re not leaving in that’. ‘Excuse me?’. 

‘This. What’s this? It barely covers your ass’. 

‘I said I was going out-‘, ‘With who? Your girls? To some stupid club?’. 

‘I’m going on a fucking date, and I don’t need your approval. I can wear whatever I wa-‘. ‘A date?’, he chuckled, ‘A date or a quick fuck in a car? Have you looked at yourself? You think a guy is going to take you seriously when you’re dressed like this?’. 

‘Go to hell’. 

He went too far, he knew he did, but that didn’t mean his heart didn’t break when he heard your quiet, fragile voice; when he saw a tear in the corner of your eyes…

‘Y/N wait-‘. ‘What?’, you turned around, a lump in your throat as your hand rested on the doorknob.

He wanted to tell you that you looked beautiful. He wanted to say how you looked like a goddess in that black dress… How pretty your eyes looked with the color of eyeshadow you chose to wear… But he couldn’t. It felt as if his voice was stuck inside his chest. 

‘Right’, you chuckled, ‘Goodnight Mikey’. 

If he followed you, if he said you were the prettiest girl he’d ever seen, would you stay? Would you cancel your date with some stupid low-life and stay with him? There was still time, right? If he just left now, he’d still catch up with you…

‘Fuck’, he let both of his hands run through his hair as he walked towards his room. 

He didn’t like this, the way he felt; the thoughts that came to mind… Nor did he like the fact that a boy was going to see you like this, that some nobody was going to touch you, to pay for your dinner… He wanted to be the one to take you out to dinner, to treat you right, but he couldn’t. What if someone from another gang noticed the way he cared about you? What if they wanted to take their revenge on you? He still hasn’t forgotten the girl that got raped by that Moebius scum. What if that was you? No, he could never be with you. 

---

‘3 AM?’, Mikey sighed as he looked at the time. He never slept when you were out, but you were never out this late. Only when you went to a club, but never when you were just on a date. He was worried, to say the least. 

‘H-hey, don’t touch me!’. 

Mikey immediately went to the door when he heard your distressed voice coming from the hallway. 

‘If you lay your hands on her one more ti-‘. 

All of his worries disappeared like snow in the sun when he saw who you were with. 

‘Draken?’. ‘Found her pushing some creep away from her in a parking lot. She’s drunk’.

‘I-I’m not drunk! What’s it with the two of you always judging me-‘. ‘I’m not judging you’, Draken’s eyes rolled to the ceiling. 

‘Who was she with?’. 

Mikey didn’t care that you were drunk or that you were making a big scene in the middle of the night. His mind was clouded in anger. What if Draken wasn’t there? What if that guy took advantage of you? He was going to pay, no matter what. 

‘I don’t know, some random guy’. ‘Find out and –‘. ‘Don’t worry’, Draken smirked, ‘I took care of it’. 

‘You beat the living shit out of him! You d-didn’t take care of it! You ruined my ch-chance with him!’, a few drunken hiccups as you stumbled through the door. 

‘Thanks’, Mikey smiled at his friend, ‘I’ll put her to bed before she passes out on the floor’. ‘Hm, see you, Mikey’. ‘See you’. 

He wasn’t too happy about the fact that he wasn’t going to get the chance to make that guy pay, but he could find comfort in the fact he was now still probably laying in that parking lot with a dislocated jaw. 

‘Y/N?’, his brows drew together when you weren’t in your room, or the kitchen, or on the couch. 

‘Y/N?’, Mikey’s heart started to race when you weren’t in the bathroom either. Did you somehow leave the apartment? No, that was impossible, but the only place left was his room, and you rarely entered his room… 

‘Bunny?’, a dazed expression on his face when he saw you curled up underneath his sheets. 

No answer, like he expected. You were probably already fast asleep. What was he supposed to do? Could he sleep in one bed together? Or would you think that was weird? He should probably sleep in yours or on the couch, right? But he didn’t want to, he really didn’t want to. He wanted to feel your body against his, to pull you close to him and never let you go. 

‘Sorry bunny, can’t help myself’, he whispered as he laid down next to you. He wasn’t going to touch you or to hug you, not when you were drunk anyway… But the feeling of your body next to his was more than enough for him. 

He carefully laid down on his side, his eyes studying every part of your face. You were so beautiful to him. He adored the way a strand of hair was stuck to your plump limps, or the way your hand was resting underneath your cheek… 

‘Night bunny’, he carefully moved the strand of hair behind your ear, turning his back towards you. He didn’t want you to think he was some kind of creep when you woke up. 

‘H-huh?’, for the first time in his life, he froze when he felt your hands tugging at the back of his shirt. 

‘Mikey?’. 

A soft, fragile whisper that made his heart jump. 

‘What’s wrong? Are you okay?’, he softly turned back around to look at you. 

‘I was scared’, you couldn’t look at him, not when you felt this vulnerable. 

He tried his hardest to suppress every feeling of anger that flowed through his body. He knew you needed him to comfort you, but he hated seeing you like this. 

‘What happened?’. 

‘W-we went out to dinner, and he kept buying me drinks and I didn’t want to be rude, so I drank them and then the next thing I know he was touching me in places I didn’t want to in the parking lot’. 

At that point, he decided to beat him up himself, but that was something for later. He couldn’t show you how angry he was. He didn’t want you to put up your wall again. 

‘But Draken was there, so he didn’t hurt you, right?’. 

‘I-I don’t know, my arm is hurting’. ‘Can I take a look? I probably hurt you back when you were sitting on the couch’. 

You shyly nodded your head in response. 

‘Let’s see’, he softly smiled while pulling the blankets from your body. 

His heart dropped to his stomach when he saw the bruises on your arm. He hurt you, he really did. 

‘A-and?’, you softly asked when it was quiet for a minute. ‘Don’t worry, bunny. It’s nothing to worry about. You’re going to feel better in the morning’. 

‘Mikey?’. 

‘Yeah?’. 

‘C-can you help me get out of these clothes, please?’. ‘Of course. Do you need anything from your room to sleep in?’. ‘Can I sleep in your shirt?’. ‘S-sure, I’ll get you one’. 

He tried not to think about how cute you would look wearing one of his shirts. This wasn’t the time to be thinking about things like that. 

‘The one you’re wearing is fine’, you carefully seated yourself on the edge of the bed. ‘Okay bunny’, Mikey softly replied before sitting on his knees behind you. 

His heart was racing. He didn’t want to think about you like this when you were sad and scared, but he couldn’t help it. 

‘Wait’, he gently placed your hair on one side of your shoulders, his fingertips brushing over your bare skin. 

Your heart was racing too. You just hoped he didn’t notice it. The room was filled with a tense silence, not an awkward one, but a silence where both your heartbeats align and where things happen that would never happen during the daytime. 

‘Here’, his voice sounded rough when he unzipped your dress, ‘You looked beautiful in that dress’. 

He gently pushed the straps of your dress from your shoulders, his hand lingering a little too long on your skin. 

‘T-thanks’, you slowly stood up, dropping your dress to the ground. 

Did you do this on purpose? You didn’t give him any time to look away, and now you were standing in your underwear in front of him and… 

‘Do you think I’m pretty, Mikey?’, you shyly turned around, your arms wrapped around your stomach. 

Pretty? No, no, no. You weren’t pretty, you were divine. 

‘Prettiest girl I’ve ever seen’. 

‘Why have you never asked me out on a date?’. 

‘Because I can’t get close to you’. ‘Why not?’, you slowly crawled onto the bed, placing your arms around his neck, ‘I’m pretty close now’. 

He needed to tell you to stop, to push you away, but his hands were already holding onto your waist, eager to pull you closer. 

‘Can’t let you get hurt’. ‘I won’t get hurt’. ‘They’ll hurt you to get to me’. ‘You’ll protect me, Draken will protect me, even Takemichi will protect me’, you chuckled at the thought, ‘Or he’ll try at least’. 

But what if they can’t? What if no one’s around to protect you? 

‘We can never get close’, he let his forehead rest against yours, ‘We just can’t’. ‘We’re already close, Mikey. I know you feel the same. It’s pointless to fight this, we’ll give in to this feeling eventually’. 

You were right, he knew that… But maybe if he could wait a little longer, maybe if things cleared up a little bit… 

‘Fuck it’, he smirked as he placed his hand on the back of your neck, ‘I’ll make sure no one ever dares to even look at you’. 

He didn’t give you time to respond. His lips were aching too long for yours. 

‘Tell me I’m yours’, you pulled off the kiss, ‘Need to hear it’. 

Was it insecurity that he saw in your eyes? Or was it fear? 

‘Your mine bunny. No one’s ever going to hurt you again’. 

[xxfanfiction-emo-trinityxx]

Serenade -  Frank Iero x Reader

Request: Hey could I request Trish? Frank Oreo asks reader to prom. Really fluffly and Funny maybe cringey? Idk Warnings: super cheesy, somewhat cringey maybe? I think it’s cringey a little. In a sweet way. Word count: 1 831

“Proms suck.”

“Yesterday you sounded a lot more enthusiastic about it,” Gerard giggled over his lunch.

“Yesterday I didn’t consider that (y/n) might say no,” Frank exclaimed.

“They won’t, don’t worry,” Mikey shrugged.

It was a not very well kept secret that Frank was terribly in love with you, and it was an equally bad kept secret that you were just as much in love with him too. The only people doubting that? The two of you. Frank thought someone as clever and pretty as you could never be in love with him, and you were convinced someone as talented and badass as him would never be interested in someone as ordinary as you. So both of you thought the stories the other students were telling you were just made up lies.

“You don’t know that,” Frank whined, unhappily staring at his pasta.

“Yeah, well, I think we do, but if it would make you feel any better, we could help you make a plan,” Gerard offered, not at all worried, unlike Frank.

“What kind of plan,” he now perked up.

“Dude, how am I supposed to know? I read comics and watch old horror movies all day long, I don’t know anything about being romantic,” Gerard shrugged, “we’ll just make something up.”

“Shush now, they’re coming over,” Mikey warned, just in time, pointing out that you were walking up to your group of friends.

“Does anyone want to exchange their chocolate pudding for vanilla,” you asked, sitting down next to Frank, who quickly exchanged your little cup with dessert with his.

~*~

It was still a week until prom, when finally the plan the three friends were working on, got finished. Frank had started to panic already, because how small would the chance be that you did not have a date yet? He even had heard other boys talking about asking you to prom, but when he had talked to you this morning, you had told him that you did not have anyone to go with. And so he slipped the red rose with the little note into your locker.

After the first two classes, you returned to your locker to pick up the books for the next class, but instead of your books, a red flower fell out of it. Surprised you managed to catch the rose before it tumbled to the ground. Curiously you unfolded the typewriter written note that was tied to the stem of it.

“Dear (y/n), I don’t want to reveal my name just yet, but I thought you looked very pretty today, I hope you have a great day.”

Confused you raised your eyebrows and glanced left and right down the corridor. The usual students were walking past, nobody paying you especially attention, except for Gerard who waved over from the other side of the corridor.

“What’s this,” he asked curiously, knowing very well that you had just found Frank’s first gift.

“I don’t know,” you furrowed your eyebrows, showing Gerard the note, “someone hitting on me?”

“Aw, (y/n), that’s cute,” he smiled, but it froze on his face as he saw that instead of being happy you still looked confused.

“I don’t want it,” you mumbled quietly, only for him to hear.

Yes, you were flattered, but you did not want anyone to be interested in you, if they were not Frank.

“What, why not,” shocked Gerard pulled you aside.

“Because-“ you looked up at the taller, dark haired boy, “Frank!”

Gerard had known about your crush for a long time, and now he was not even allowed to tell you that it was in fact Frank who had sent you the message.

“Maybe you can try to find out who it is, and let them down gently then,” he suggested, “Maybe don’t throw away the flower immediately, the guy surely knows you found it already, and would be really upset about it if you threw it away straight away.”

“But I don’t want it,” you argued. It even made you feel uncomfortable; having someone’s attention, knowing you would hurt them if you did not return their feelings.

“You can throw it away after school,” Gerard argued, knowing that if things went smoothly, you would have found out by then that it was Frank who was trying to woo you, “this way you at least show that, while you might not return their feelings, you don’t dismiss them, but care about their feelings.”

You nodded, even though you felt uneasy, and together with Gerard you walked to the next class. As soon as you had entered the room, you noticed something was off. The students already in the room, kept glancing over to your desk, and sure enough, there was a second rose. Confused you walked over, and picked it up, this time no note was attached.

Shooting Gerard a look, you collected the rose in your arm with the other one.

And so it continued, every lesson and every break you found a new rose, on your desk, in your locker, and once even a younger student ran up to you, and handed you a flower. You tried to ask him who had told him to give this to you, but instead the boy had just giggled, and run of again.

There were no further notes until you went to your locker after the last class. At this point you were carrying at least twelve roses in your arm, all together huge, beautiful, lovely smelling flowers with deep red petals. Once more a rose tumbled out of your locker, together with a note. Quickly you picked up the note, and added the flower to the bunch in your arm. By now you were not sure if you were feeling flattered or uncomfortable anymore. You thought that if you were not so much in love with Frank, you definitely would give whoever had made such an effort, a chance. Now you unfolded the note, once again typewriter written, not giving away the author by the handwriting.

“I think it’s pretty clear now, how I feel about you. Would you do me the honour and accompany me to the prom? Meet me in the schoolyard, I’ll be waiting.”

Quickly, forgetting even to drop your books off first, you slammed the locker door shut, and turned around on your heels. You were curious to find out who had sent you all these flowers.

When you came closer to the yard, you noticed the students that were standing outside, some giggling, most pointing at a person who stood in the middle of the yard. Quickly you walked outside, and carefully pushed past a few students, to see who the person was.

To you surprise it was Frank, holding a ukulele that hung from his neck. No, that couldn’t be. That had to be some coincidence, or a bad joke. But just in that moment his eyes met yours. You could see him swallow nervously before he spoke up.

“(Y/n), this one is for you,” he spoke, his voice loud, but slightly shaky. He played a few chords on his ukulele before he began singing. “Wise men say-“

You could hear people giggling, some even started laughing, most were looking between you and him. At the side of the crowd you could see Gerard hiding behind his hands. A blush burnt terribly on your cheeks. You had never expected to be the centre of such attention, or to get a song sung for you, not to mind in front of a crowd, especially not at school. But Frank’s voice was clear and beautiful, and carried well over the yard, the sweet words and quiet chords of the instrument making tears sting at the corner of your eyes.

Unluckily not everyone was as moved as you were. Around you people started laughing and bickering, but Frank continued playing, his eyes fixed on you, scared, but also full of hope. When people started talking louder and louder, making fun of him, and how you surely wouldn’t say yes now, he just played and sung louder, making your heart break more, before your feet finally listened to your head, and moved forwards.

Quickly you pushed past the people, and crossed the small patch of grass between the edge of the crowd and Frank. On your way you dropped the roses, which you had still been carrying, to the ground, and embraced him, interrupting his play. Confused his arms fell to his side, as you nuzzled your nose into his neck, trying not to squeeze the ukulele too hard between your bodies.

“Yes, yes, yes,” you whispered, just loud enough for him to hear, “I’d love to go to prom with you.”

Surprised he pulled away, a smile slowly creeping up on his face.

“Really?”

“I want nothing more,” you grinned, and following an instinct, you took his face in your hands, and kissed him on the lips.

Around you cheers and applause erupted, but you could not have cared less, because Frank finally reacted and copied your movement, placing his hands on your face too, pulling your closer, without crashing the instrument that dangled between you.

When you eventually were able to focus on something that was not Frank again, the yard had emptied, and you were alone. Brushing your nose against Frank’s, you pulled away.

“You know, you could have just asked,” you giggled, finally remembering the flowers you had dropped earlier, and went to collect them.

“I didn’t think you’d say yes,” Frank confessed, swinging the ukulele to his back, and helped you pick up the roses.

“So you wanted to guilt trip me,” you joked.

“Make you fall in love with me,” Frank corrected seriously.

“Moron,” you giggled, and got up, having collected everything off the ground, “I’ve been in love with you for ages.”

Frank placed the few flowers he had picked up, in your arm as well.

“Then we’ve wasted a lot of time, I’m afraid,” he shook his head, “because I honestly can’t remember the last time I haven’t been in love with you too.”

You laughed at his stupid cheesiness, and leant your head against his shoulder.

“Then we’ve got some catching up to do, don’t you think? How about we go out for coffee,” you asked boldly.

You knew he would not turn down such an offer, after all he was one of your closest friends, and you knew him well enough to predict his answer. Although you really had not noticed that he liked you.

“When,” Frank asks, slowly starting to stroll towards the school’s exit.

“Right now?”

Frank chuckled and nodded, throwing an arm around your shoulder.

“I like that,” he grinned.

“I like you,” you answered without missing a beat, making both of you laugh.

“I like you too, a lot,” Frank giggled, and nuzzled his nose against your ear quickly before concentrating on walking again; and together you made your way to your favourite café, arm in arm.

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