#mikey scenarios
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❈ 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸 𝗺𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻 ❈
❝one day i will stop falling in love with you, some day, someone will like me like i like you.❞
♡ manjiro sano ♡
pt.1, pt. 2
a/n: highly requested for pt. 2!! you ask and i shall deliver 😌
content: mikey x reader (y/n), very heavy angst, right person wrong time, you’re mikey’s childhood friend, he’s getting married (lolz), not grammatically checked/edited
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it was currently seven in the evening, the newlyweds bid the last couple of guests goodbye. throughout the whole event, mikey tried his very best to plaster on the most convincing smile he possibly could to mask the chaos going on inside him.
there was never a second where you’ve left his mind, ghosting through every lane in his brain as he couldn’t focus on anything but you. he felt guilty, knowing that perhaps his marriage wasn’t going to last as long as he had hoped for.
“better invite us to the housewarming party, sano. your wife’s cookies are no joke.” pah nudged mikey, a small laugh leaving his chapped lips as he faintly nodded his head. mikey watched pah walking towards the door before suddenly stopping, watching as his friend bent down to fix the bottom of his wife’s dress. the hopeless boy couldn’t help but watch, observing the affection and love reciprocating between pah and his wife, before they both left together.
in the back of his mind, the memory of you zipping up his jacket properly during the cold winter season, lending him your scarf and making sure that he was all warm and snuggled up was fresh in his mind. you always made sure that he never got sick and when he did, you would ditch everything in your agenda to make it your business to nurse him back to health.
no one has ever cared for him like you have and mikey knew what he had to do.
“honey?” the voice of his wife awakened him from his train of thoughts, turning his head to the side as he was met with a warm smile. god, he felt so guilty for what he has done and was about to do.
“yeah?” he responded, waiting for her to ask.
“i was thinking that the two of us could have a small movie night when we get home.” she suggested, eyes twinkling with hope as mikey gulped harshly.
home.
they bought a house together and planned to live there forever until time was up. but, he always wished that it was you instead. mikey couldn’t bare to look her in the eye, clearing his throat as he tried to think of an excuse.
“it’s been a long day, you must be tired. i’ll drop you home and go over to ken-chin’s place since he suddenly left and isn’t answering my calls. get some rest, okay?” he lied straight through his lips, and his poor wife was too naive and quickly sympathized with it.
“of course, i hope him and y/n are okay. let me know what happens, hm?” suddenly, she wrapped her arms around him, making him freeze.
it felt so wrong, like he was being suffocated. mikey didn’t like this one bit at all, it felt too new and unpleasant. he’s been with ___ for a couple years by now and these things were never an issue. yet, after your sudden confession, the regret of not coming clean to his feelings years back ate him alive.
“hm, let’s go.” mikey gave her a smile, placing a hand on her back as he led her out of the church.
the drive to his house was not very long, giving him enough time to quickly slip out of the annoying suit as he slipped on a pair of jeans and a flannel. he saw his wife sitting on the couch, a small bag of chips in her hands as she munched on the salty snack while watching a rom-com movie. she noticed him and gave him a wave, making mikey want to rip his hair out as he just wanted to tell her the truth.
but, he wasn’t ready yet.
he walked over to her and place a faint kiss on her forehead before looking down at her.
“i’ll be back soon.” mikey assured, making her nod as she watched his figure walk out of the front door.
the ride to the brothel was about thirty minutes, making mikey curse on why he bought a place that had to be so far. the urgency to see you grew stronger and stronger with every light and block he passed. mikey quickly parked his car after arriving in front of the brothel before rushing out to go up to the floor where you and draken lived on.
the elevator dinged and he stepped off, now standing in front of your door. his breathing became irregular, anxiety swallowing him up whole. all the possibilities of you hating him and banishing him away from your life scared him to death. a shaky fist came up to the wooden door, knocking twice.
the door opened, revealing his tall best friend, staring down at him with a death stare that made chills run down his spine.
“ke-”
“what do you want?” draken brashly cut him off, making mikey’s lips agape as this sudden behavior from his right-hand man was completely unexpected. surely he knows that you might’ve ranted to draken about whatever happened between you two, but usually draken doesn’t like to get involved in neither your or mikey’s personal life.
“i just came to see y/n and talk with her, five minutes is all i’m asking for.” mikey chewed on his lower lip, eyes sternly on his shoes as he couldn’t bare to see his friend look at him with such hate-filled eyes. draken bitterly laughed, making mikey wince in pain as he knew that this was going to be bad.
“oh, so now you wanna see her, huh? you disappeared for nine fucking years, sano. nine damn years! you didn’t care about my little sister at all, whether she was alive or dead. did she tell you that she fell sick from not eating because she was looking for you? how she couldn’t sleep a single night in peace ‘cause she thought you were dead? of course not, you were too busy being blind and fucking some other bitch.” draken yelled through gritted teeth, making mikey look up at him with anger.
“mind your fucking words, don’t call ___ a bitch.” the shorter spat out, tension growing between the both.
“how rude of me, i forgot that you were a gentleman. well then, goodnight.” draken scoffed, attempting to close the door before a foot lodged into the remaining space.
“please, all i’m asking for is five minutes.” mikey begged, tears welling in his eyes.
“you had nine years to talk to her, but you didn’t. there is no five minutes, mikey.” the taller spoke, voice know cracking as mikey’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
“w-what do you mean? where’s y/n? don’t just stay quiet, answer me!” he grabbed onto draken’s arms, only to have it harshly ripped away from his grasp.
“she’s dead! y/n is dead, my sister is gone.” the tears that draken has been holding on since mikey has arrived came flooding down, as he glared at his best friend with bitterness.
the words kept on repeating inside of mikey’s mind, taunting him as it felt like time has stopped. for some reason, it felt as if his body turned into stone, he couldn’t move. suddenly, a wave of rage began to build up, making him grit his teeth before balling his fists. anger clouded his sight as all he saw was red, eyes darkening.
“you piece of shit!” mikey bellowed, lunging towards draken before landing a hard punch on his jaw. remi screamed in horror, panicking as she saw both men breaking out into a violent fight.
“you knew about her tumor! you fucking knew and you didn’t tell me?! what kind of a fucking friend are you, traitorous jackass!” mikey continued to throw endless amounts of punches on draken’s face, receiving some back as well, but no matter how hard draken hit, he felt numb.
“stop!” remi yelled, before throwing her shoe at mikey’s head, making him wince at the stinging pain the heel left. draken was on the ground, breathing heavily as he shoved the smaller figure on top of him to the side.
“do you think that beating each other to death will bring y/n back? do you think she’ll be happy? huh?!” the girl sobbed, landing a hard slap on each of their cheeks as both draken and mikey looked down at the floor in shame.
“her death was inevitable, that tumor was a ticking bomb. she’s finally free from those painful chemo sessions, headaches, vomiting and seizure episodes. she won’t suffer anymore.” remi sadly smiled, body trembling as draken pulled her into his chest.
“i deserved to know, she was my other half.” mikey lowly spoke, tears pooling in his eyes, blurring his vision.
“you didn’t deserve shit, sano. all y/n has ever done is love you with all her heart. you were her world, everything revolved around you. yet, you failed to notice that. what did you do instead? you fucking disappeared without a word. oh and even better, you found some chick too. you never cared about my baby sister, you didn’t! so stop acting like the victim here.” draken sneered, meeting mikey’s teary eyes as he grew quiet.
“i was trying to protect her, i was afraid that my presence in her life would do more harm than good. i was scared that one day something bad would’ve happened to her because it involved something to do with me. i couldn’t risk it, that why i even disbanded toman.” mikey explained, breaking out into a painful cry as his heart bled.
“did you even love her?” draken questioned, watching the man in front of him choke on tears.
“god, i loved her to the moon and back! she was all that i could think of every second that i breathed. if i knew sooner, then i would’ve never left. i would’ve never been a coward, i’d stay by her side to protect her. i could’ve had more time!” mikey yelled in agony, making draken grab a hold of him.
“it would’ve never been enough! y/n didn’t tell you because she knew that it would’ve destroyed you.” draken hugged him, patting his back as remi joined them both as well.
after a few minutes, draken decided to take remi outside for a small walk, feeling like they needed some fresh air. this gave mikey some time to go see you. he hesitated for a bit, not being able to face you even though you were long gone. but, he eventually mustered up the courage and opened your door.
there, you laid on the bed like a pretty flower, your skin pale as snow due to the life in you being drained out.
“i know you told me that you didn’t wanna see me again, but i missed you. i don’t wanna let you go, y/n. i can’t live without my other half, i love you so much.” he cried, stroking your cold face as his tears fell on your cheek.
if only he knew, he would’ve cherished you longer.
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mikey walked inside his house, eyes swollen from crying in the car, nearly getting into an accident twice from his blurred vision.
he saw his wife with a teary face, her friend my her side rubbing her back. the both of them noticed his appearence, and instead of a look of relief, the both of them looked angry.
mikey stood in his place, watching his wife rise from her spot and walking towards him before landing a harsh slap on his face.
“you fucking cheater! you don’t love me, i was your escape route. you love y/n, don’t you?” she asked, voice becoming shaky as she looked at mikey through glossy eyes.
mikey remained quiet, and there she got her answer.
“i knew it, i knew it! yet i still had some trust and hope within you that my guts were wrong. that maybe those little gestures you both gave each other was nothing but platonic. i was wrong, you and that two-faced bitch lied to me!” she screamed in agony.
“watch you mouth! you don’t get to call her that, you heard me? everything that she has ever done for anyone was nothing but a selfless act. you don’t know her.” mikey said through gritted teeth, making his wife scoff.
“yeah? well, you can now go back to her and continue to kiss her mighty ass ‘cause i want a divorce.” she sternly said, crossing her arms over her chest before walking to the door with her friend.
“i’ll get you the papers by next week.” mikey bluntly said, not even trying to fight or defend himself. he was tired and he didn’t want to live in an unhappy marriage for the rest of his life knowing that his heart belonged to you and only you.
“why? i wish to cut my ties with you as soon as possible.” she said with disgust laced in her tone.
“because i have to attend y/n’s funeral.” mikey deadpanned, making his wife’s mouth gape open.
“huh, guess karma is real. that’s what you get, sano.” his wife’s best friend taunted, making his now ex-wife giggle.
“i’ll come tomorrow to get my stuff. i can’t stand to stay here for another minute. also, i hope that two-faced bitch burns in hell.” she cockily said before heading out the door, slamming it shut.
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it’s been about a month since you’ve died and mikey hasn’t visited your grave yet. he was there for your funeral, seeing how draken never requested the morgue people to not take off the promise ring you both have on your pinky finger. but, he didn’t stay for the burial.
mikey sat on the bench by the river, sighing as he fished out the pack of cigarettes he bought earlier. he opened the lid, plucking one of them out before placing it on his lips. as he brought his lighter closer to the end of the cigarette, your voice echoed in his mind.
“see, much better than cigarettes. but i was being serious, mikey, i don’t wanna see those near your lips or reach ever again. swear on my life?”
he took it out, placing it back in the package. mikey stood up, walking towards the garbage can before throwing out the pack of cigarettes.
mikey decided that it was time to see you.
he reached your grave as you were buried in the nearest cemetary, easy for your sibling to visit you on the weekends. mikey sat in front of your tombstone, placing the cup of chocolate pudding on the ground.
“felt like you wanted some.” he smiled, opening up his own as he took a scoop of the sweet treat in his mouth.
“how did i do it, y/n? how did i live all those years without you? now that you’re gone, i feel suffocated. it feels like i’m falling in this bottomless pit with no one to save me.” mikey’s voice broke, tears stinging his vision as he bit his lips to conceal a choked out cry that itched to leave his throat.
“you just have to find happiness again, mikey.” a soft voice spoke from behind him, the familiarity of the tone set chills all over his body. he turned around, eyes widening in shock as he couldn’t believe it.
“y/n?” he called out, but it was barely a whisper. mikey knew that you were dead, and that perhaps he was going insane, but he didn’t care.
you smiled at him, taking a seat in front of him as you grabbed the chocolate pudding he brought for you.
“are you real?” mikey finally mustered up the courage to ask, making you chuckle as you grabbed his hand. your flesh was cold, making him intertwine his fingers with yours in an attempt to give you some of his warmth.
“it’s time to let me go, mikey. you have to live, travel, start a family and just be happy; without me.” your eyes held so much sadness and depth, it no longer twinkled with hope like before, making his heart ache.
“i can’t. i need you by my side, y/n. please, come back.” he begged, shaky hands coming up to cup your face. tears began to stream down his face as he softly cried, making you sigh as you pulled him in a hug.
“do you remember our first meeting?” you asked, gently stroking his hair as he nodded.
“i told you, there’s too much love in this world to be consumed by regret or grief. i’m not saying that you shouldn’t grieve, but you have to pick yourself up and continue with the rest of your life eventually. that’s what i want, mikey.” you spoke, making him look at you with glossy eyes.
“if only i knew sooner, i would’ve done things so much more differently.” mikey sniffled, making you shake your head in disagreement.
“that’s why i didn’t tell you. my condition would’ve consumed you and i didn’t want that. i didn’t die in vain, i died knowing that i had a loving family and person who loved me for who i am. i’m happy, mikey and it’s time that you find that happiness too.” you assured, kissing his forehead as small drops of rain began to fall.
“i envisioned a happy life with you, with one or maybe two little kids running around our house. ken-chin and remi visiting us on christmas, road trips and so much more. i’ll wanted to marry you, y/n! you’re the only girl that i have ever loved, the one my heart belongs to.” mikey broke down, trembling as the rain drenched him. you couldn’t help but let a few of your own tears fall, watching the man that you love crumble to pieces.
“then marry me, sano.” you looked at him with adoring eyes, making him shoot you a confused look. you took off the promise ring on your pinkie before handing it to him. he took off his as he placed it in your palms, eyes never leaving yours.
he slid on the ring on your ring finger as you did the same to him. mikey gave you a soft smile before caressing your cheek.
“god, i love you so much.” mikey mumbled under his breath, leaning in for a kiss. you accepted it, and for some reason, your lips felt warm and soft.
“i love you too, which is why i need you to live for me. i’ll always be here with you mikey, somewhere safe and sound.” you placed a hand over his heart, making him cry harder as he nodded.
“okay. i’ll try, for you.” he offered you a broken smile, kissing your hands as you hummed.
“goodbye, mikey.” you said, and it made his heart drop.
“wait! don’t leave just yet! ple-”
but it was too late because now it was just him who sat alone by your grave. mikey saw that the pudding he got for you was gone, making him believe that the vision or ghost of you was in fact real.
you came back to him, even if it was for a moment.
mikey knew that he had to give his life a chance, a chance that you never got. which is why he promised to live to the fullest for you.
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big flashing lights nearly blinded the famous race car driver as he cleared his throat, waiting for the interviewer to bombard him with questions.
“mr. sano! what a pleasure to have you here, thank you for joining us today.” the woman politely said, making mikey give her a small smile.
“the pleasure’s all mine, thank you for having me.” mikey smoothly replied, making the crowd swoon. for a man that was pushing his mid-thirties, mikey looked amazing, without a doubt. his voice was crisp and honey-like, making it hard for people to resist him.
not to mention the generous heart he has.
the interview was pretty long, consisting of questions that made mikey talk about his childhood, goals and inspirations. until the burning question hit him like a truck.
“mr. sano, you’ve got quite a fanbase.” the interviewer started off, being cut off by the loud squeals of mikey’s fangirls, making him chuckle.
“we all want to know, are you single?” the question pondered in his head, but mikey knew the answer and didn’t hesitate.
“i’m not, actually.” he revealed, making people gasp and scream from shock.
“who’s the lucky girl if i may ask?” the interviewer continued to ask for further information. mikey smiled, thinking about the only woman that will ever own his heart.
“my best friend, y/n. she’s my wife who unfortunately passed away a few years ago due to an inoperable brain tumor. she’s the love of my life and i miss her every day. i funded the research foundation for inoperable brain tumors in memory of her. she’s the biggest inspiration in my life and i hope she’s happy when she watches over me.” mikey spoke into the mic, making the crowd briefly go silent before a loud wave of claps echoed through the room.
“you’re a great man, mr. sano, i’m sure your wife is very proud of you. she sounds like an amazing woman.” the interviewer offered a consoling smile.
“she was. y/n was brilliant, she was smart and talented in almost every aspect. she’s my other half, which is why it made it hard for me to learn how to live without her after she passed away. but, she always told me how there was too much love in this world and i shouldn’t be consumed by grief. so, i picked myself back up and started something to give other people hope for a better tomorrow.” mikey explained, seeing how the audience was in tears from his heart-touching words.
for a breif moment, mikey saw you amongst the crowd. his eyes widened, seeing you in a beautiful cherry sundress, similar to the one you wear every summer in high school. you were clapping and you blew him a kiss, to which he caught as his eyes teared.
mikey knew that he would never stop falling in love with you and that he would let you break his heart over and over again.
because his heart belong to you and only you.
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𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐃 — 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐨
୨⎯ fem!reader. smut. wc: 2k. minors do not interact. mikey's friends helps you plan out a beach day and forces mikey to show up. mikey thinks he's being a pervert. but in actuality reader is doing it on purpose.
“I’m not wearing that.” Mikey deadpans at the coral print shorts Sanzu is holding up currently. It’s bad enough that Mikey is being forced to stop his work and come out to the fucking beach—now his stupid colleagues are trying to dress him up too.
“It’s cute though!” Sanzu protests.
“You wear it then.” Mikey deadpans, then looks at the big hand that’s just been placed on his shoulder.
Ran smacks the coral shorts from Sanzu’s hands and tosses it to the ground; earning a hard earned scowl from the pink haired male himself. “Put that childish shit away” Ran somehow magically pulls out a tiny speedo from what Manjiro thinks is thin air and hands it gently to Mikey, as if it’s some sacred artifact. “Here, bless the guests with this.”
“You’re both ridiculous. I’m staying in this, and that's that.”
‘This’ consisted of a simple black tank top and matching long black shorts. It was a plain fit, compared to all his friends who’d decided to come shirtless, but Mikey didn’t mind.
He liked plain.
Besides, it’s not like he had anybody to impress. It was just him and his frien—
“You’re finally here! God, we thought you’d never come.”
There’s no way. There’s absolutely no way. Mikey looks up at Ran who refuses to make eye contact; instead, opting on waving you and your friends over.
The sound of footsteps gets louder and before you collide into Mikey, arms wrapping around his body as you hug him from behind. “It’s nice to see you outside finally.” You speak into the back of his shirt, oblivious to the blush creeping up on his face from the close proximity.
“Yeah…” Everything stands still for Mikey, even his lungs—refusing to take another breath until you’re at least a couple miles away from him.
Your best friend, Maki, moves past the two of you, straight into the boot of Koko’s car. She tugs the back of Rindou’s shirt, pulling him back towards her, close enough for a whisper. “Did you…bring the stuff?” She asks, looking at the booth, highly disappointed in the contents.
It’s just a blue cooler, filled with ice and water and popsicles. Nothing amazing. Rindou smiles down at her, the look on his face has her grinning also as she watches him reach into his pocket, pulling out a packet of brownies.
“Ooh!” Maki reaches out for it only for Rindou to pull back just as fast, lifting it over his head.
“You’re insane if you think they’re getting in your hands.”
“Wha-why?! I asked for them!”
Mikey drowns out the rest of their conversation and tries his hardest not to focus on the sight of you, standing unnervingly close to him, the bare skin on your arms rubbing against his own, and he suddenly regrets wearing a tank top.
“Are you excited?” You turn to face him with a smile on your face as you walk over to grab the big cooler from the boot of the car. The others have already started to make their way into the beach, leaving just you and Manjiro alone together.
Mikey can’t help but think it’s a little weird that they’ve suddenly just “disappeared” into the distance. Sanzu most definitely would’ve waited for Mikey to walk in first, but he shoved that thought aside and subtly takes the cooler from your hands, seeing as you were struggling with it.
“Thanks Mikey,” you grab onto his shoulder and squeeze it, gently, giving him your best smile.
He ignores the way his heart stutters at the action and your smile. “Yeah, no problem.” It’s astonishing just how easily he lifts the cooler the long distance from the car to the empty beach spot.
“Whys it so empty?” Sanzu complains at the lack of people, only a family in the distance, watching their kid cautiously as he picks shells from the ocean.
“Probably because it’s Sunday.” Koko responds, taking out his sunglasses. “Now, nobody talk to me. I want to tan.”
“I wanna get a tan too.” Maki slips off her shirt revealing her bikini underneath. She flops down next to Koko and pushes him to get more room on the thin blanket Koko brought.
“Okay, well, I gotta go.” Ran comments, giving you a look that Mikey cannot decipher. You nod your head and start looking through your purse, smiling when you bring out sunscreen.
“Mikey, can you help me out this on?” You blink at him, holding the blue bottle out in front of him. Mikey is about to protest, telling you to ask someone else to help you but Ran is dragging the others away to some random part of the empty beach. Mikey turns to face Koko who simply shakes his head at him, lifting a hand to tell him no.
“Well?”
Mikey makes the mistake of looking into your eyes once more, seeing the pure desperation it holds as you wiggle the bottle in front of you. “Okay, fine.”
“Thanks Mikey!” You contemplate giving him a kiss on the cheek, but realise that might be a little too far. You sit down on the sand, a hand darting out to wrap around Mikey’s wrist, pulling him down to the ground with you.
You remain staring at him the entire time he opens the bottle and squirts some sunscreen on his hands, rubbing his palms together before lifting your arm up to gentle rub the lotion into your skin.
It’s the second time today he’s made the mistake of staring at your face, how you don’t take your eyes off him the entire time. He looks down to see the sunscreen has completely dissolved, the white colour now disappearing and leaving your arm back to its original tone.
You don’t hesitate lifting your other arm up for him to do the same.
This isn’t that bad. Mikey thinks. He thought it would’ve been way worse.
Oh, how wrong he was.
You turn around, unbuttoning your t-shirt and toss it next to you, then turn around and back yourself way too close for comfort. The curve of your ass rubbing against his shorts as you peek over your shoulder and politely ask him to rub your back.
Mikey swallows.
Like actually gulps.
He eyes the skin on your back, only a thin laced strap connecting the bikini top—only that flimsy material stopping himself from seeing your body.
He doesn’t respond, instead gets to work, grabbing more sunscreen and rubbing it against his fingers.
Your back arches from the coldness of the sunscreen, but the warmth from his hands plus the scorching sun warms your back up in no time. He makes quick work, rubbing the lotion across your bare back, slipping his fingers through the strap of your bikini top to get that area too.
Once he reaches your shoulders, you tilt your head to the side slightly to give him easier access before letting out a soft sigh. “Your hands feel so good, Manjiro.”
“They do?”
“Yeah.”
Mikey doesn’t respond to that. He doesn’t know what to respond. So he stays silent. You initially frown and look over to your friend who shrugs, not knowing what to do either.
It’s so hard to win Manjiro‘s heart. You’ve been trying for almost two years and he either ignores all your advances, or is too oblivious to them.
“All done.” Mikey lifts his hands off your shoulders and you smile at him before looking around, thinking of Plan B. He watches you scramble over to the cooler a couple feet away from you, and tries to keep his eyes anywhere but your body. (Your bikini is currently sticking to your ass, leaving one cheek completely exposed).
His eyes widen once he realises it, looking up at the sky instead, or maybe the ocean looks better? But from the corner of his eye, he can see you kneel as you scour through the cooler, grabbing a popsicle.
Two popsicles, actually.
You grab a strawberry one for you, an orange one for him. You crawl your way back to where he is, eagerly handing him the sweet treat.
“Thanks…” He takes it from you but doesn’t open it. You, on the other hand, eagerly unwrap it and lay down on your back, exposing your body to the sun.
It’s probably not ideal to eat laying down. But you don’t care. You’re getting desperate at this point.
“Koko, how’s life going?” You ask, unwrapping the popsicle and taking slow licks from bottom to top. You can feel his eyes on yours—well, on your tongue, flattening it out as you take even slower licks, sucking on the top every time you reach it.
Mikey completely drowns out the conversation between you, Maki and Kokonoi. Instead, he watches with intense focus as your lips wrap around the tip, pushing the popsicle further down your throat.
No normal person eats a popsicle like this.
Right?
No one tries to literally deep throat it. Mikey is confused, but he doesn’t question it, instead tried to not focus on his cock twitching through his shorts.
Fuck, look somewhere else. It’s hard, but he finally rips his eyes away from you, instead, scanning the beach for signs of his friends.
On the far end of the beach, Ran and his brother are teaching some kid how to build a sand castle whilst Sanzu kicks it, causing the kid to cry after a couple moments.
Idiots. Mikey thinks, bringing his gaze back over to the people around him. Maki stands up and stretches, mumbling something before running over to stop Sanzu from breaking that kids heart.
Koko sighs, following after her.
Now it’s just you two.
You turn and face him, popsicle still in your mouth, before you take it out, very slowly. Slow enough for Mikey to see the leftover juice stain your lips red. You lick at your lips, trying to remove it all before you notice the melted popsicle in Mikey’s hand.
“You didn’t eat it! Now it’s melted.” You complain, pointing at the treat.
Mikey simply lifts it up, and shrugs. “Oh.”
“You can have mine, if you want.” You hold yours out to him and Mikey looks at you, wondering if this is some sick joke. You’re looking at him, dead serious, as you hand it to him.
He holds it up for a while, not breaking eye contact with you, and the popsicle starts to dribble red down his arm. “Oh, fuck.” Mikey hands you back the popsicle and is about to wipe the juice from his arm before you hold it out and stop him.
He wonders what you’re doing, eyes blowing out of his skull when he sees your tongue dart out, licking a long stripe from bottom to top, stopping at his index finger, waiting a couple moments before releasing your mouth from the tip.
Neither of you say anything, or do anything.
It’s silent as Mikey takes a second to just process what the fuck.
“Okay—fuck, come here.” He wipes his hands on his shorts, grabs your hips and pushes you onto his lap. You giggle into the kiss, hands cupping his face as you moan softly into his mouth when his hands slide down from your hips down to your ass.
“Finally.” You mutter into his lips, breaking the brief makeout to sloppily kiss along the column of his throat. You can feel his Adam’s apple twitch as he swallows, a shaky exhale leaving his lips as his hands come up to your hair to grab at it.
“How long were you acting oblivious?” You mumble against his skin, sliding your hands up and down his chest before slipping them under his shirt to feel him.
“I wasn’t—fuck—acting—” He groans when you rub his cock through his shorts and bite at the skin on his neck at the same time.
“Sure you were.” You giggle, making him swallow once more because your lips tickle and vibrate against his skin.
You push him down onto the ground, successfully straddling him as you grind your hips down against his hard cock. You lean down once more, taking his lips in a heated kiss.
It’s not until a loud car honks by the car park that you break the kiss, to look up. A bunch of cars have now pulled up, now the beach will be full.
“Great.” You sigh, getting off his lap. “Maybe next time?” You brush the hair away from his face, leaning down once more to kiss at his lips before pulling away.
“Yeah, next time.”
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Mikey is the type to always use your products. Shampoo, body wash, body lotion, skin care products, whatever. And there have been times where he doesn’t even read the label???? This boy will literally use the wrong product for the wrong reason and complain to you about it like it’s your fault. LIKE BRO NO ONE TOLD YOU TO USE MY STUFF IN THE FIRST PLACE. May or may not have used your feminine hygiene washes and had no idea… but it’s Mikey so it’s okay
#mikey x black!reader#mikey headcanon#mikey imagines#mikey tokyo revengers#mikey scenarios#mikey hcs#tr mikey#mikey fluff#mikey x reader#tokyo revengers hcs#tokyo revengers#tokyo revengers headcanons#tokyo revengers imagines#mikey manjiro sano#mikey sano#mikey x you#tokyo revengers mikey#mikey x y/n#mikey
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𝔄𝔪𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔪𝔢...
𝘔𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘋𝘰𝘮 𝘔𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘺, 𝘋𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘰 𝘙𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘚𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘏𝘶𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘝𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘰 𝘙𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨
(𝚉𝚎𝚎'𝚜 𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚎- 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚛𝚞_𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚃𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐'𝘮 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘭. 𝘐 𝘩𝘪𝘵 700 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵)
Mikey leaving for business trips for weeks on end was nothing new to you, it happened often and it was nice at times, others not so much. At first when mikey would leave, it'd give you time to hang out with friends more often, watch movies, read and even try new recipes but it all got old quick. Mikey would be gone so often and rarely ever be able to call you to talk for a few minutes so you were left alone to amuse yourself.
Most nights you and Mikey would sit on call while doing the usual night routine, washing your teeth, cleaning off your faces, getting into comfortable clothes and you'd both get comfortable and talk until you either fell asleep or got too tired to even stay awake anymore. Sometimes calls couldn't be so long or couldn't happen so you'd both have to go without which was tough but somehow you'd both make due. Tonight mikey had warned you ahead of time that he couldn't call tonight, which was disappointing but gave you time to relieve that ache between your thighs.
What Mikey didn't tell you was that he was coming home early tonight as a surprise for you. He'd been away from you for so long that all he wanted was to cuddle and rest his head under your shirt but what Mikey didn't expect to find was you moaning out his name while riding a dildo he bought you. This wouldn't of been an issue, in fact Mikey would have welcomed it but Mikey has a specific rule. If he's out on trips and you're needy, you have to tell Mikey, He'll stop everything he's doing to help you get off.
"What's this all about, Y/N?" That's a sign you messed up, Mikey never uses your real name. "You know the rules, don't you?" He asked, towering over you at this point forcing you to stay sitting on the dildo. The smallest smirk on mikey's face as he sat down near the edge of the bed, pulling his phone from his pocket not hiding the fact that he's now recording. "Go ahead, continue riding it and amuse he" was all mikey said, looking at you with an unimpressed stare.
Mikey wasn't sure how many orgasms he denied you on camera, clicking his tongue and shaking his head while you cried asking him to let you cum, you know the answer is always going to be a "no" or "Try again, yeah?" Mikey loved watching you struggle so hard to keep yourself together, to not crack and make the punishment worse but you poor thing, Mikey was going to make it worse, much worse. You'd think at this point mikey would be bored with recording but he could go for hours watching you cry for him to touch you or even let you touch him. Mikey is so mean that he'll grab your face, squishing your cheeks so you open your mouth and spit on your tongue, making sure to get it on camera, only then will mikey finally let you cum but don't expect it to be other already, he hasn't gotten to have his fun yet.
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ﾟ+* ꔫ — 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 : sano manjiro.
content: gn!reader. manila timeskip mikey. dom reader. hurt/comfort + unprotected sex, handjobs, dacryphilia if you squint. it's really slow and soft. implied toxic relationship. mikey pushes you away and you push back.
— . ｡˚ ♡ "manjiro," you say. "i love you." (he says nothing in return).
"manjiro," you say it as you lace your fingers in his, pull him closer even as he turns away and takes a step further from you. "i love you. i promise. i really love you."
he doesn't say anything, opting to just remain silent, and you know it's because he still doesn't believe you.
he doesn't believe you, and you shouldn't be fine with it — but you are. you're fine with it, because even if he doesn't believe it, he knows its there. feels it in the way you squeeze his hand, and tug him back so you can look him in the eyes.
it's why he doesn't let go.
he's staring at the floor, black hair framing black eyes, looking like a manifestation of death in the darkness of your bedroom — and honestly, with all the blood you know is on his hands, it's a fitting look for him.
"i love you," you say again, and then he looks up, into your eyes, and tilts his head as he leans in. the tattoo spread across his neck is starkly contrasted agaisnt his pale, pale skin, and you lift a hand to caress it as you answer his unspoken request and slot your lips against his.
his lips are icy, so cold and slightly chapped against yours — but when you close the distance between your bodies, urge him to sit on the edge of your bed, he opens his mouth; and his breath is hot, tongue feeling like fire as it collides with your own, at the same time that his hands grip your waist, dragging you down on top of him.
falling back on your sheets, he exhales heavily, hands running over your sides as if he's not sure how to hold you. you bend down, kissing him on the lips once more before you move to his jaw, pressing your lips against soft skin, trailing down his neck and collarbones.
he shivers, silent as he revels in your doting.
assured that he wants this, you settle comfortably over him, sliding one hand under his black tank top and running your palm up his stomach and his chest — while the other slips under the waistband of his pants to find his cock, and when you wrap your fingers around his length, he twitches in response, and lets out a gasp — "fuck."
he's beautiful, you think. so beautiful.
and if it were your choice, you'd keep mikey with you forever, feed him all the sorts of love he's never tasted before, love him till he's been washed clean from everything wrong he's ever done — love him till he's whole again.
but he keeps trying to stop you. "don't say that," he breathes, as the hand you've been trailing over his chest comes to lay its palm across the side of his neck, thumb gently brushing at his jaw as you kiss him again. "don't say it."
turning his face away, he breaks the kiss, and stares off to the side — you see his dark eyes glisten, lining with tears that you know he wants to blink back, but is afraid they might spill out — and you tower over him, cradling his cheek in your palm as you sigh. "manjiro."
"dont." he hisses, and then the tears spill out, a thin, pearly line that strikes down his cheek and pools at the side of your fingers, where you're holding his face. he says dont, but you know he's begging you to say it again. so you do.
"manjiro," you say. "i love you."
he squeezes his eyes shut at the sound of the words off your tongue, and more tears fall when he does it — but then he tightens his grip around your waist, pushing himself up and grinding against you, despite the fact that you've already got his cock in your fist, lazily pumping it as you talk to him. "please."
he tugs at the shorts you've got on, elastic snapping against your skin — and you kick them off when he pulls them back for you, sitting up and unzipping his pants.
"let me make you feel good, mhm?" you coo, and he nods pliantly. you couldn't ever imagine him to have killed anyone — but the truth burns bright in his colourless eyes as he looks up at you, waiting, waiting.
you love him anyway. which is what you're trying to convince him of.
wiping his face, clearing his cheeks of tear streaks with your careful thumb, you pull his cock out with your other hand — it's flushed pink, pretty in your tender grip, beads of cum curling down his head, at the behest of your toying. he gasps when you flick his tip, spreading his cum across his cock, sticky and slick. "fuck, hurry up — please."
and you think, as he fucks up into your fist and you let him, that maybe he does believe you love him.
maybe he knows it, believes it and feels all that you pour for him — but keeps denying it in hopes of having you pour more, pour yourself out for him so he can drink up your adoration and devotion for him, fill himself up with it.
the way he lays beneath you and lets you please him, lets you bring him to his high before letting go and watching his cock twitch pleadingly — it's as if he wants you to push him, push him and make him fall apart, so you can see all his pieces and all that's remaining within a man that's thrown everyone that's cared for him in the past to heaven's gate—
because he cant bear to do it to you, too, so he just wants you to take all of him in, see him for who he really is, and still love him. to still stay. "shit," he moans breathily. "n-need to feel you, please."
it's why he keeps walking away, only to turn back and fall right into your arms — it's all half-hearted attempts to make you leave. he wants to cut you off and wait for you to force your way back, so he can keep holding onto you for good — but he doesnt have it in him, to properly push you away.
he wants to reject your love and have you give it to him anyway, but is too afraid that if he rejects it, he might not have it back.
"you wanna be inside me?" you ask, and he nods shakily, eyes fluttering as he watches the way you adjust your position, part your thighs further and grab his weeping cock so you can sink down on it.
it's easy to see, from the desperation that paints his expression as he bites his lip and watches, muscles tensing with anticipation as you fit his tip in you, and slowly, slowly take him in.
"is this good?" you ask, as you move your hips up and down, starting a slow bounce on his cock — and he just nods, but it's all you need to receive in return, because if he feels good, then that's fine.
leaning down, you move in to trail more kisses across his jaw and neck, meeting his lips every time you feel a moan building in his throat, fucking him slow and deep, the heavy rolls of your hips steadily increasing in pace as you feel him leak more and more precum into you.
his eyes turn glassy, along with the curl of his muscles, and you feel the rise and fall of his chest get quicker as you move faster — and finally, as he loses himself in the bliss of having you wrapped so tight around him, hot and wet and so good, he opens his mouth. "nngh, say it again, say it again."
"say what again, baby?" you ask, even though you know, and he knows you know — grabbing you by the back of your thighs, he pulls you down on him, sheathing his cock all the way in and letting out a gasp when you clench around him, the airy sound melding with your moan at how full it feels to sit on him.
his grip tightens, nails digging into your skin as he grits his teeth and swallows back a moan, and he looks up at you with strained eyes as you resume bouncing on his cock. "say it— fuck, 'm gonna, gonna cum."
straightening up, you reach back and palm at his balls, feeling in your hand how hot and full they are, ready and begging to be emptied — smiling softly, you grip his chin and hold your gazes locked together as you repeat, "say what, baby? tell me."
you would take everything he's got inside him, kiss every piece of him that he rips up and gives you, tell him you love him a thousand times over — if it meant he would finally give in, and bask in how much you felt for him. he whines, the sound sharp and almost indignant. "say that you love me, fuck. please, please."
"'n if i do, then what?" you hum, shoving down the urge to give in to your own pleasure, the coil in your core that's slowly tightening with how you keep moving. his stomach flexes, breath going shaky, and you know he's trying to keep his orgasm back till you say it, but you want to know it first. — "will you believe me, manjiro? if i say it, will you say it back, and stay with me?"
he shakes his head, and you're not sure if he's saying no or if he's trying to clear his head from the haze that you're engulfing him in, squeezing him so tight and thrusting just right so he's seeing stars — you grip his shoulders, lean down so your lips hover over his, and it lets you sink onto his cock so much deeper than before this way, as you tell him again, firmer. "tell me, manjiro. and i'll tell you."
"t-tell me," he gasps, eyes rolling back into his head, beautiful as he lifts himself up a little to pull you into the kiss you're dangling over him. "tell me you love me."
answer enough, you decide — and open your mouth with your lips still pressed to his. "manjiro," you exhale, snapping your hips up and down around his cock. "i love you, manjiro. so much."
"mm," he moans, body curving up into you as he finally lets go — cumming into you, hot, thick ropes painting your insides as he heaves for air, wraps his arms around you and pulls you off balance into him and kisses you, fucks into you till his dick stops spurting, till it hurts and he's tearing up again, but this time because it feels so good, too good, and he still doesnt feel like it's enough.
"hah—" you cry out, as the impact of his sloppy thrusts throws you into your own high. he keeps fucking you, eyes wet and glittering at the lash line as he groans, cock aching and balls light, holding onto you so you cant roll away. "mmh, manji-ro! love you, so much, fuck!"
he doesn't say it back.
he says nothing in return, but his arms tighten around you further, and his kisses get needier, even when he finally lets you get off him — and he falls back onto the bed, body slack and drained, delirious with the overflow of bliss.
"stay, mikey," you murmur, taking his hand and squeezing. "please. i love you." he twists his body, bringing you in for a hug, as his cum leaks out of you and makes a mess between your bodies — his lips aren't cold anymore. in fact, all of him feels hot, hot and feverish with pleasure and tire.
he says nothing, still. but he holds you, holds you tight, and your eyes feel heavier and heavier as you wait for him to answer — you should be getting up and cleaning yourself up, and so should he, but you're too tired, all of a sudden.
he's wide awake, breathing deep into your hair, in the dark, on your bed with you in his arms like a gun held to his chest — wondering whether he should shoot himself or not; wondering if it's got any bullets in it at all.
will you kill him, or will he pull the trigger and find himself pierced with nothing (nothing but love)?
"i love you," you say, even as you fall asleep — and he lays there, wide awake, eyes open as he stares at your wall, feeling you cuddle into him for warmth, wondering, wondering whether you really love him or not.
wondering whether he deserves it, if you do.
"told you not to say it," he mutters, placing a gentle hand on the back of your head, even as you pull him close and he feels your heart beating against his shoulder. "don't say you love me."
because people who love him have only ever died. sometimes, not because of him. and other times, at his own hands.
#♡ first love / late spring — mitski.#mikey x reader#mikey smut#sano manjiro smut#sano manjiro x reader#tokyo revengers x reader#mikey angst#tr smut#manila mikey smut#tokyo revengers smut#mikey drabbles#mikey scenarios#tr x reader#manjiro x reader#tokyo revengers headcanons#tokrev x reader#mikey imagines#manjiro smut#tokrev smut#mikey headcanons#₊˚ପ⊹ REKHA™.#₊˚ପ⊹ NYCHTA.
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7:03pm
head full of pining ! mikey struggling to open up to you </3
it was so cold;a bitter winter evening that had you and your best friend manjiro layered in many jackets, scarves, thick pants that almost served no purpose against the nippy air at your skin. you two were walking around a park, deserted and left alone with nothing but the unspoken comfort in the silence. you looked to him; and it would be a crime to say he wasn’t stunning.
blonde, ruffled hair and pale skin kissed pink from the harsh weather. he was in his usual cream toned sweater- albeit many layers under it- and you could barely see his chin from how snuggled up he was. manjiro took notice of your gaze upon him- your eyes sparkling with admiration that never failed to confuse him. his own flit across your features, the plump of your cheeks and stoic expression that he knew didn’t match how you were feeling .
when your eyes meet his- your blond friend says nothing. he cant say anything. he wants nothing more than to kiss you- the way he’s wanted to for years- but he simply can’t. manjiro only shoves his hands further into his pockets, hoping that maybe if they go deep enough he’ll find the courage to speak; to ruin this beautiful moment with his even more beautiful friend.
it’s always been this way. everyone around you two could feel the thick, suffocating tension between you and the blonde. whenever he wants to say something - fucking anything- he chokes up and makes some dumb joke, or worse, his least favorite: he says absolutely nothing. he leaves you high and dry when he knows that you feel the same and are waiting for him to be ready. you were considerate like that.
that’s why it really startled manjiro when you tucked a stray strand of his hair behind his ear. the sparkle of your eyes was hopeful , he noticed, as his cheeks went a deep pink. to any person it would be a rather normal gesture of someone who had known him for so long, but to him- he knew that from the soft tremble of your gentle hands and subtle smile- you were talking to him in a way only he could hear. he smiled, and you couldn’t help the bubble of affection in your chest.
“you’re so pretty, mikey,” you mumbled, air misting up from the warmth of your breath. manjiro chuckles heartily, he prays you can’t hear the thump of his heart. “cheesy,” he replies, shaking his head slightly. the whine you let out is so cute, he thinks, and as he ruffles your own hair he feels every thought he had beforehand dissipate into the air around you.
manjiro knows that you care: he knows that you’ll wait for him. that’s what keeps him hopeful for the world, that there’s people like you around. what’s better- he can barely believe that people like you, love him.
#sano manjirou#sano manjirou x reader#mikey x you#mikey tokyo revengers#mikey x reader#manjirou sano x reader#mikey scenarios#manjirou sano scenarios#tokyo revengers#tokyo revengers x reader#mikey sano#mikey x y/n#manjirou x reader#manjiro headcanons#this is kinda rushed and it isn’t proofread either#i do not care 👰🏻♂️.
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𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐘 ft manjiro mikey sano
𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: It was your daughter's sports day at her kindergarten, and your husband participated.
𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff / ✮
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠:none
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: I miss writing for him! It's been a while I don't know if it's good but I hope it is. It consists fluff, fluff and fluff!!
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This Saturday morning was not as peaceful as the others. You had to wake up and six sharp to prepare a box of sandwiches for your daughter to bring to her school. You got to readies her uniform and her father's. Today was your daughter, Megami's first sports day. It was chaotic the night before because the reckless poor girl dared to forget her big day, as she said, and forgot to tell you that it's a must for the pupil's parents to bring food or snacks along.
It was past seven-ten when you woke up both of your beloved ones, Megami was a light sleeper so it was not hard to wake her up but it was the opposite for her father.
You wake him up multiple times for him to snooze back halfway.
'Manjiro, hurry up your daughter will be late for her school!' He rubs his eyes and got out, legs groggy and buckled. You give him a towel along with a toothbrush, readied with its paste 'Go! I give you ten minutes!' Then, you went back to your daughter's room to see she had just got out of the bathroom 'Where're my clothes, mama?' You get her uniform from her walk-in closet and handed it to her 'You want me to blow your hair for you?' She smiles, eyes twinkling with luminaries.
You put on her p.e uniform tucking the shirt under her tracks, and then you make her sit on her bed whilst you dry her air and comb it using her 'magic' brush.
'How do you want to style your hair today, princess?' She turns her head at you 'I want a tight one, the one that is high like a unicorn's ponytail!' You smile, feather-light kiss her temple, and did as she instructed.
You notice from the corner of your eyes, your husband leaning against the doorframe with his hand crisscrossed 'Are you ready for the big day?!' He said lifting Megami and twirling her around, she happily giggle and nods her head at her dad's question.
Manjiro was wearing a slack with a white button-up polo 'Let's go, you should hurry up too, babe.' He kisses your cheek and left downstairs with Megami still in his arm.
You went to your room and did a short half bath before you change into a pair of shorts and a short sleeve crop top printed 'rays of sunshine'.
'Mama, hurry up!' You went downstairs and straight to the kitchen to grab a large-size tumbler and stuff it inside your bag.
'Come on, let's go!' The maids had just finished wrapping up the box of sandwiches inside the car before bowing down, you thanked her and get inside to see Megami already in her seat with her backpack in her arms.
'You comfortable?' She nods, and you buckle the belt after Manjiro did the same.
The ride to her school was peaceful, Megami sit at the back with her legs bouncing as she looks outside the mirror, humming Spongebob's opening tune.
'We're here!' She cheers feeling excited 'Easy there, honey.' Manjiro assured her and went to buckle her belt for her. You three got out, Manjiro with Megami holding his hand and the other one holding her bag whilst you had both hands holding onto the sandwich container.
The school was lively, with pupils running around the front garden 'Hello Megami!' A sweet voice called out, and it was a woman in her mid-30s, with dirty brown hair and a similar uniform as Megami's 'Hello teacher!' Both you and your husband bow your head in gratitude as she did the same 'Hello Mr. and Mrs. Sano, From here on, I'll take care of Megami to get her ready for her sports application, you two can head to the counter over there and wrote your name for attendance's purpose, and please let me get the box for you. I'll sort it out at the food section.' You thanked her. Megami wave over at you and Manjiro as she skips away with her teacher.
'Hello! Can you please sign here, and here... I assume you know about the parent's sport application as well?' You and your husband shared a look. Your mind has already imagine a scenario of Megami and her mocking smile.
'Yes.' You heard your husband confess, 'I know about it. Which is why I wore the perfect outfit for it.' The receptionist looks at him up and down with a nervous laugh 'You will run track in that...Sir...?' He looks confident as ever, nodding his head.
The receptionist nods once more before you two leave for the school's backfield. The arena was full of students warming up, and parents recording them. You look around for Megami seeing her at the front row stretching with her teacher and her friends.
The girl was not doing it suitably, she was laughing with her friends. You smile at the sight 'Megami!' She turns to you, expressions brightening 'Mama! Dad!' Manjiro and you smile back at her before moving to the benchers as the emcee announced the first activities.
It was halfway through, you and your husband had been cheering nonstop for your daughter. She was running past everyone with a bright smile on her face, her eyes barely open as she giggle and past the winning's line.
You yell and clap your hand so hard it's becoming red.
'Next activity, we'll bring along the fathers for the three-legged race!' You started cheering again eyes following your husband as she was near your daughter and get the robe. Manjiro's hand was all over her head attaching it to his midriff, and her arms clutched onto his shirt.
'Ready? Get set. Go!' They began running as they murmured 'one, two' to keep balancing 'You can do it!' You clap your hand and watch them with pure adoration. His scrunching competitive face, his desire to win for his daughter, and the similar bright eye smile once they made it to the finishing line.
Although they didn't end up winning first place, you are still happy that they're happy with their hard achievements 'You did wonderful, pretty girl!' You went to high-five her and offered your husband one reassuring hug 'Let's go get the medal!' She jumps up and down running back to her teacher to get her class the medal they've earned.
You silently cheer when she lifted the medal at you and clap once more.
'You are sweating a lot.' You said bringing out a handkerchief and wiping the sweat off your husband's forehead for him, he held your hand to stop you 'It's fine, I can do it.' He lifts your chin to kiss the corner of your mouth and wipes off the sweat all over his face 'Mama! Dad!' You two crouch down on the ground to give Megami one long and warm hug 'Another medal to hang on your room, yeah?' She giddily agreed and skip away with both of her hands holding yours and Manjiro's hands.
'I want an ice cream!' She ushered you 'I don't think they've got an ice cream here, right now.' She pouts, bottom lip jutting out 'Then can we get an ice cream later?' She asks for a confirmation. Manjiro pets her head 'Yes but for now, you're going to spend some time with your buddies alright?' She hums and jog to where her friends is. You smile watching her play along with her friends.
'Our beautiful baby girl is all grown up.' You muttered, eyes never leaving hers. Manjiro wraps an arm around you giving you a soothing squeeze on your core 'Yes, all grown up but still our same sweet little girl.' You turn to him and smile.
'Mama! Dad! Come!' She takes you both to the food section and handed you plates 'Let's eat! I'm hungry!'
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The Meeting | Part 2 | M. Sano
Synopsis: Night meetings turn into late next day meetings with your boss Mikey, leading to small events with coffee and a small past reminder
Warning(s): Unnoticeable angst, reference of memory loss, mentions of past relations, fluff, burns (not really)
Pairing: Manjiro Sano
Parts: Forgotten memories (Pt. 1)
The meeting was being held late at night, but that didn't really matter to Y/N when it came to working on the job they had been hired for. It wasn't that they were bothered by the meeting itself, they were rather annoyed by the timing.
Y/N sighed and tried not to look bored as their boss droned on about how the quarterly report would be arriving soon, which was only the second time he had ever spoken a word to them since hiring them. Soon their bosses eyes fell on them.
“Is there a reason you’re staring off in to space, Ms. L/N”, spoke Mikey he stated as eyes slowly fell on you especially with his dark irises looking at you questioningly.
Slightly embarrassed you looked down and nervously smiled to him while shaking your head ‘no’ in response to the man's question. You looked back up at Mikey and gave him an apologetic smile that said that ‘no there is not’ and ‘please continue to ignore my stareoff into space’. Slowly tearing his gaze away from you as well as the other curious eyes back to the person who had been talking about a business proposal.
You sighed again and rubbed your temples. Your mind wandered off to another topic again; you weren’t too interested in what the man was trying to say, it just seemed to be going in one ear and out the other. ‘I only started yesterday and I’m already having problems with my boss’; ‘just what is his problem’, you wondered.
There was no point in stressing over thoughts right now, the meeting would be over soon anyways. However you couldn’t help at least admire the structure of the room, some of the most expensive paintings were hung on the wall with chandelier hanging in the center of the ceiling. You were glad that at least you had gotten the job.
Not many employees got hired to do this kind of work, even fewer of them got hired at such a large corporation.
The company owned two or three companies and a few corporations as well. In other words, the company had more than its fair share of powerful people. They wanted security for their businesses and needed to hire the best for jobs such as yours. After all they hadn’t hired the best, so you were the best. But still, it would be difficult.
The meeting was finally over, it felt as if you had the most major hungover of your entire life. ‘What a horrible day’. You thought as you made your way to the door, leaving the large office as the rest of the workers left the room as well.
Just as you stepped outside the building the sound of your phone ringing caused you to jump. The caller ID read 'Sanzu'. You cursed under your breath then answered the call, “Mr. Sanzu, did you need my notes on the meeting that just ended?” you asked in a hurry.
“No and don’t call me Mr. it makes me sound old”, he gagged on the other end. “I just wanted to let you know the boss wants to have a one-on-one meeting with you tomorrow”.
It was the next day already, you were pretty nervous already considering that Mikey would be talking to you about the your zoning off in the middle of the meeting.
You were entering the elevator to the 7th floor sighing when someone pressed the button beside you. You frowned and tapped his arm, asking if he needed help. Looking at him you realized that it was Mikey, who usually kept himself busy in his office during the day. He seemed to have been late himself today.
Looking at I’m closely you could see the eye bags under his eyes. ‘How long has he not slept to let the circles get so dark’, Y/N thought shocked. He looked almost bored – which is how he seemed, really. Mikey seemed to be pretty good at hiding his true emotions.
“M(s/r). L/N, it’s not appropriate to stare at your boss”, he said with his usual dead voice. “I apologize Mr. Sano”, you said nervously.
You awkwardly shifted waiting for the elevator to let you off, however you knew that either you would walk to your bosses office. Or you’d have to wait with Mikey until he decided what to do next. So you stood there, quietly shifting from foot to foot, and listening to Mikey chat, “So I guess you’re curious as to why I look like this huh”, he paused for emphasis, “And why I have these dark circles, it obvious that I haven’t been sleeping”.
You nodded deadpanning, ‘how else would you get them’, you thought. You’d “known” him for a few days even though you hadn’t spent much time with him yet. It was hard to tell if he was having troubles or just had trouble dealing with others. ‘More like others having trouble dealing with him’, you thought once more this time rolling your eyes. “Excuse me?”, he responded glaring at you, “I mean Sanzu”, you replied slightly nervous. But, you supposed the most common reason would be the latter.
And maybe he did need some company.
The lift finally arrived, revealing a shiny door straight ahead. ‘That’s his office’, thinking to yourself as you looked at the glass doors.
“Well what are you waiting for, I need to talk to you about the last meeting”, he said not looking back as he walked to his office. As always, he didn’t seem bothered that you were still standing outside. His voice was monotonous as he spoke and even though he was facing away from you, you felt a little uncomfortable, anxious even.
When you got to his office you sat down across from Mikey. The room was very spacious, with windows of different sizes.
One side of the office was occupied by a computer table with a laptop to its side and scattered paperworks, while the other side was decorated with several paintings by unknown artists. At the opposite end of the room was a huge window giving views to the cityscape below.
Mikey sat down facing you, staring right into your (e/c) eyes. This made you uneasy, especially with dark eyes boring into yours. Your heart skipped a beat and you tried to maintain a calm façade, “Mr.Sano…I apologize that I was staring off into space during the meeting”, you said hesitantly, hoping that would put an end to the staring.
He smiled slightly, before dropping his smile, “It’s okay, I know it can be quite intimidating”, he sighed, “Anyway, after the discussion about the budget, I noticed that you seemed…distracted. Did something happen?” he asked curiously. “No..nothing really, I just tend to zone off”, you said slightly embarrassed. “I see, however next time in a meeting try not to zone off”, before signaling that you could leave.
However while you were getting up you had accidentally hit the coffee on the table, knocking it over. Causing the hot liquid to spill on yourself, “Shit”. You cursed loudly, feeling embarrassed as Mikey started grabbing paper towels.
Once he finished cleaning you up he looked at you disapprovingly as if you had done this before, “You might want to clean your outfit first, then go to the bathroom to change. But before that let me check if you burned yourself anywhere”.
“No, no burning anywhere” you replied quickly. However he was already checking you for any red marks, you held out your hand, feeling relieved to find that no part of your skin was red. Mikey inspected your hands carefully, checking to make sure that nothing else was injured and then gave a small nod. Once satisfied that there was no physical harm done.
“I recommend heading to the bathroom and checking yourself once more and maybe getting an ice pack if anything hurts”, he sighed relieved that you had hurt yourself terribly.
His hands were a bit rough then they seemed from afar, however now that you got a closer look you could see small scars that could have been from years ago. “I’m sor-“, before you could get your words in he cut you off, “It’s alright, don’t worry about that”. He said still looking at where you spilled over yourself. “Are you okay?”. “Yeah, I’m fine”. You answered.
Mikey cleared his throat, “About the budget, yes I think you should focus on the project itself instead. Kokonoi will handle the budget”. He said dismissing you. “Alright”, you said before leaving the office.
Feeling his hands in your own brought a sense of familiarity, it felt as if you had held those hands before. The roughness felt familiar, as if they had touched you before.
𝓐-Aster
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𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐘 is the type of guy who likes late-night ride dates and is willing to take you literally anywhere with his CB250T bike. You want a ride? He got you! You’re hungry? He will drive you to the classiest restaurant as fast as possible! He is always at your disposal, responding to your cravings and, of course, loving you in his own way. When he doesn't show it to you enough, it can upset you, but he always tries to make up for it by spending time with you while walking in a park or just sitting on his bike and chatting. Mikey has a lot to say about his busy life as the leader of a gang, which sometimes may use as an excuse for his behavior.
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❈ 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸 𝗺𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻 ❈
❝one day i will stop falling in love with you, some day, someone will like me like i like you.❞
♡ manjiro sano ♡
a/n: current mood - wanting to breaking people’s hearts 😈 (sorry mikey stans)
content: mikey x reader (y/n), very heavy angst, right person wrong time, you’re mikey’s childhood friend, he’s getting married (lolz), not grammatically checked/edited
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you finished adding the final touches to your makeup, a heavy sigh leaving your lips as you checked in the mirror if your concealer hid your puffy eyes well. some would say that whatever you were going through was tragic, a scenario that you would read about in romance novels where the main character is destined to a miserable fate.
and perhaps that was right.
you’ve been feeling miserable, sad and pathetic for the last month and a half since you’ve received the invitation. a piece of paper that felt like a sharp knife slicing your heart in half.
what was worse was that you couldn’t even find it in your heart to throw away the card. it was beautifully decorated with happy pastel colors and confetti, printed on expensive card stock, pop-up designs and a photo of him with the girl that was supposed to be you.
it was your childhood friend’s wedding, except for the catch that you’ve been holding in a burdening crush on him for the last twenty years. he was your person and you were his, being there for each other through thick and thin.
you both created a world where it was just the two of you while everyone else became a blur, a bunch of white noise. he was the invincible mikey and you were his key.
you couldn’t help but wonder, when did things change so fast? how did the perfect world you both created become nothing but dust?
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(17 years ago)
“how is she, doc?” the young boy with a dragon tatted on his skull asked curiously as he stared at his friend, well practically family, in concern.
“it was just an upset stomach, little man. we gave your sister some antibiotics to fight off those nasty little germs that’s been bothering her. she’ll be good in a few days. you sure you don’t have a parent or older family member we can contact?” the doctor asked, cocking an eyebrow as he held the pen in his hand eagerly, hoping the blonde boy would say something to him.
“we’re orphans and she’s not my real sister. we have someone that’s been taking care of us for all these years and he’ll come by shortly.” he murmured, shame painting his face as his gaze went down to the floor.
the doctor looked at him with sorrow, patting his head.
“hang tight, buddy. keep her company, but don’t make her laugh too much or else it might make her cry.” he tried to create humor and it successfully made the frowning by crack a crooked smile.
“yes, sir!” the little boy playfully saluted as he watched the man in the white coat walk away with a chuckle.
“ken?” his ears rang up when hearing your faint call of his name, a small whimper following after.
“y/n! are you hurting anywhere? should i call the doctor back? uncle’s gonna be here soon with remi. i told them to bring your favorite chocolate pudding.” draken gave you a cheeky grin, his hand now holding yours tightly.
“you know me so well, sometimes i forget that i’m an orphan.” you laughed quietly, trying to not put strain on your stomach.
“you’re not an orphan, y/n. you got me, uncle, remi and the other girls too. we’re one big happy family.” he persisted, eyebrows furrowing as he tried his best to convince you to believe his point.
“you told the doctor that i’m not your sister, ken.” you whispered, your throat becoming dry as the words left your mouth. draken fell silent for a few seconds before sighing, laying his head besides your hand.
“i told him that you’re not my real sister, y/n. there’s a difference. i don’t care what the law says because my heart says otherwise. you’ll always be the sister that i’ve always dreamed of having.” his eyes twinkled, a hand coming up to ruffle your hair.
“so i heard one of my little girls was sick? maybe some chocolate pudding will make those little bad guys in your stomach go away.” your uncle’s voice boomed in your ward, a small smile plastered on his face as he shook the white plastic bag.
your eyes glimmered in content before you were pulled into a bear hug by remi. the girl sobbed on your shoulder, wetting it with tears and snot as she roared by your ears.
“y/nnnn!!!! i thought you were gonna die when kenny told uncle! i love you, y/n, don’t leave ever me. ever.” she hiccuped between every word as your uncle and draken tried to console her and calm her down.
“it was a stomach bug, remi. i’ll be better in a few days.” you tried to cheer her up. she raised her head, looking at you in doubt.
“promise?” remi sniffled.
“promise, you know i’d never lie to you.” you wiped away her tears before hugging her once more.
your uncle handed the three of you the small containers of chocolate pudding.
“why don’t you three take a walk outside, i’ll have this really nice nurse walk you guys. it’s good to get some fresh air.” the doctor said, patting your back and you all agreed, soon leaving the room.
you happily skipped through the hallway, one pudding container in your pocket, while the other one was tightly secured in your hand as you ate it.
“let’s play hide and seek, you’re the seeker ken!” you quickly blurted out, not giving either of them a choice before running off to the other direction. you faintly heard draken groan in annoyance, being tired of always being the seeker but he’d always do it for you.
you saw a pretty quiet hallway and decided to turn to that corner, only to find a small quiet room. you figured that it wouldn’t be too much of a trouble to hide in here for a few minutes
you opened the door, nearly having a heart attack from the sudden appearance of another person. it was a boy with short blonde hair, he was huddled up into a ball, quietly whimpering and crying.
“hey, kid.” you called out to him, only to not receive a response. a heavy sigh left your lips as you walked over to him, sitting on the floor besides him. the boy looked up at you, eyes all puffy and his nose red.
he’s pretty cute.
“look, i’m really bad at comforting people. but, when i’m super sad, i eat chocolate pudding to make me happy again.” you said with a grin, digging in your pocket to get your other container out.
you grabbed his hand and opened his palm before placing the treat in it. he stared at it in momentary silence.
“who are you?” he finally spoke, looking at you with slight confusion.
“just a stranger who’s hiding from her siblings in an intense game of hide and seek. what about you?” you chuckled, scooping another bite into your mouth.
“i’m.. i don’t know.” he said with a shaky breath, shaking his head.
“that’s fine, we don’t always know the answer to everything. ken is really mean sometimes, he’s a year older than me and asked me what 345 times 82 is. i could bet you my whole stash of chocolate pudding that he doesn’t know himself. tch, smart my ass.” you scoffed, earning a small giggle from your side. you side eyed him, seeing him detach the small spoon from the plastic lid before opening it.
“what’s your name?” he asked you, eyes anticipating for an answer.
“y/n. you?” you continued to inhale your treat as you waited for him to respond.
“mikey.” the blonde boy scooped in a hefty amount into his mouth as he consumed the sweet dessert.
“why were you crying, mikey?” you asked, not realizing how insensitive you were being.
“it’s personal.” mikey shortly dismissed, but you were a little slow to understand and continued to persist until he caved in.
“it’s just me and you in here. think of it as a bubble with just us, nothing comes in or goes out of this bubble.” you assured him, patting his back.
for some strange reason, mikey felt like he could tell you anything from how comfortable you made him feel. considering the fact that he didn’t want to show any kind of reaction or emotion towards his family, he decided to seek that comfort and release in you.
“my mother just died, about an hour ago.” he bluntly dropped the bomb, placing a very awkward and tense atmosphere between you both.
“you’ll get over it, mikey.” you calmly answered, making his brows furrow with annoyance and slight anger.
“how could you say that to me? my mother just died.” mikey said in disbelief, his tone heightening a little.
“i’m telling you the truth. i’m sorry that this happened to you, especially at such a young age, but it’ll all pass and soon, today will just be one of your many bad memories. you’ll find peace and love one day and heal, mikey. that’s life.” you defended your previous statement, looking into his eyes with a gentle look.
“and how do you know that? you’re just some ten-year-old weirdo that walked in on me.” he mumbled under his breath, making you giggle.
“i’m an orphan, mikey. i don’t even know what my parents look like or if i even have any to begin with. not even any knowledge on if i have sibling or not. ken and remi aren’t my real siblings, just people i grew up with.” you shrugged, making the blonde boy thin his lips.
“i’m sorry.” he apologized, his gaze lowering to meet his shoes.
“it’s not your fault. there’s too much love in this world to be consumed by regret or grief. i’m not saying that you shouldn’t grieve, but you have to pick yourself up and continue with the rest of your life eventually. it’s what your mom would’ve wanted, mikey.” you ruffled his hair as his eyes shimmered with hope.
“thanks, i’ll try. also, promise me that you won’t tell anyone about me crying.” mikey gave you a embarrassed look, holding up his pinky.
“i promise.” you intertwined yours with his.
suddenly, the door flew open, which startled the both of you.
“found you!”
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“i’m really sorry, sir.” the doctor heavily sighed, trying to pat your uncle’s back as the man sobbed in his palms.
“how bad is it? please, tell me she has time! she’s only ten, i want to be able to walk her down the aisle one day.” your uncle begged, choking between every word and cry.
“the tumor in right in the middle of her brain, wrapping around each and every blood vessel. it’s to aggressive for us to remove it, i’m sorry once again, but it’s inoperable. she’ll bleed out before we can even remove a centimeter of it. with proper treatment and medications, we’re looking at maybe ten more years.” the doctor replied, making your uncle rub his temples in worry.
“uncle!! meet my new friend, mikey! they live on the next block from our house.” you vibrant voice broke the depressing atmosphere. your uncle quickly wiped away his tears, giving you all a smile.
“hey, i remember you! you were in s.s motors with shinichiro.” your uncle patted mikey’s head.
“he’s my big brother.” mikey answered.
“i see, why don’t you come and have lunch with us. we’re going out for burgers, i’ll text your brother that you’re with us.” your uncle suggested, making the small blonde boy nod his head.
and just like that, the both of you became inseparable.
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high school came around and you were the only thing that was piecing manjiro sano, or rather the invincible mikey, together. he formed a gang and that included your brother in it as well. you all were a pretty tight group to say the least, yet no one could truly understand him better than you could.
not even his right-hand men such as draken or sanzu.
“i think i’m gonna disband toman and move away for some time, you now escape life for a little.” he sighed, opening the lid of the chocolate pudding before handing it to you.
“where’s yours?” you asked, confused as to why he only got one.
“didn’t want one.” he shrugged, digging in his pocket before pulling out a box of cigarettes. he plucked one of the cancer sticks out, planting it in between his lips before lighting it.
you watched him in disappointment, as he inhaled the smoke before coughing it out, eyes becoming watery as you scoffed.
“dumbass, give me that.” you grabbed the stick before throwing it on the ground, stepping on it.
“and that.” you grabbed the pack out of his hands before tossing it into the trash.
“y/n.” mikey called out.
“no, i’m really mad at you. i can’t believe you, mikey. pull that type of shit again and i’ll bury you, i swear. no girl would ever want to kiss you with a mouth like that.” you scoffed, flicking his forehead as he winced in pain.
“not even you?” he teased.
“i’d rather kiss a roach.” you playfully punched his bicep, earning a small laugh from him.
“they only had one pudding left, so i didn’t get one for myself.” he explained himself.
“we could always share, idiot. say ah.” you ordered, scooping a hefty amount of pudding before placing the spoon near his lips. he opened his mouth, eating it with content.
“see, much better than cigarettes. but i was being serious, mikey, i don’t wanna see those near your lips or reach ever again. swear on my life?” you glared at him, making him choke.
“hey! why are you giving me such a harsh swear??” he cleared his throat.
“so you’re saying you’ll lie and do it behind my back?!” you yelled, making him quickly shake his head.
“no, no, no! that’s not what i meant. i’m just saying that isn’t it such a big swear for something so stupid?” mikey tried to reason.
“your health is not stupid, mikey. don’t push my buttons and swear already.” you rolled your eyes, making him sigh.
“fine, i swear.” he said in defeat, stealing the reamining of your pudding to eat.
“hm, good. oh, going back to what you were saying earlier, why so suddenly?” you questioned, backtracking to the previous conversation before you both got out of topic.
“i don’t know, i feel like i’m bringing in my toxic energy in and engulfing everyone. maybe i should just let it all go and step back, you know? even you need a break from me to be honest.” he bitterly laughed. you kissed your teeth before grabbing a hold of his face, turning it to face you as you stared sternly at him.
“mikey, i’m not going anywhere. what i promised you seven years will never break, even after we die. our souls are one, and i can’t leave my other half. so, let me run away with you. wherever you want, i’ll follow right behind you.” you gave him a soft smile, caressing his cheeks lovingly. his expression grew softer, tears welling in his eyes as he buried his face in your chest. you wrapped your arms around him, kissing the top of his head.
it’s been rough on him, especially after losing shinichiro too in an accident. mikey’s been in a really dark place for a few months, shit, even scary if you were honest. he was snappy, rude, all dark and twisty. yet, you never gave up on him.
because you knew that at the end of the day, he was still the same small boy you found in that closet crying to himself.
“y/n, promise me something.” mikey sniffled, pulling away as he looked up at you, eyes holding so much vulnerability.
“i promised my entire life to you, what more should i promise?”you joked, wiping away his tears with the pads of your thumb.
“if we don’t find someone by the age of thirty, let’s get married. i’d rather spend the rest of my life with you than all alone.” he offered, a boyish smile dancing on his lips as your heart fluttered.
you could’ve sworn that it skipped a few beats, making it suddenly harder to breathe as your cheeks grew warm.
“stop fucking around with me, sano. it’s not funny.” you warned him, but his expression remained the same.
“you’re being deadass?” your eyes grew wide and he hummed in response.
“so, are you in or not?” the blonde boy cocked an eyebrow as he held out his pinkie, making you chuckle.
“jeez, it seems like you’re making a life or death contract with me. yes, i’m in.” you answered, intertwining your pinkie with his.
and to think that what you’ve been dreaming of for years were to come true would become only a nightmare.
it’s not until emma’s death where mikey completely disappeared, not answering anyones calls or even yours. you spent days trying to look for him all over the city and even begging koko to somehow track his number or something.
but every effort went in vain.
you cried for months, refusing to eat and giving up on the sweet treat that only reminded you of him. you had nightmares every night, and the only thought that circled your mind was that he was dead.
he was really gone.
until after nearly nine years, he came back. not alone, but accompanied with another person.
a girl, his girl, to be precise.
mikey went to the philippines for those years, returning with a completely new get up that would make it hard for anyone to guess that it was him. his beautiful blonde locks were now cut short with an undercut, dyed black.
you remembered the first day where he showed up at your doorsteps, your knees turned into jelly as you almost collapsed to the group if he didn’t catch you in time. you cried in his arms for so long, cursing and punching him from pain and anger as he whispered thousands of apologies to you.
you were happy, so fucking happy to see that he was alive. it put your mind and heart to peace, until you saw her walk out of the car.
“this is my girlfriend, y/n. we met a few years back and she’s just amazing, you know. i wanted you to meet the most important person of my life first since you’re my best friend.” he mischievously giggled, snaking an arm around her waist.
your throat became dry, heart shattering into a billion pieces as each word leaving his lips was like knives jabbing at your heart. it bled, threatening to leak out of your eyes. yet, you held back, trying your hardest to fake a realistic smile to keep your cool.
“nice to meet you.” you shook her hand.
“the pleasure’s all mine, mikey’s told me a lot about you.” she said, making you awkwardly laugh.
“oh, i see.” you dryly replied, clearing your throat.
“these are for you by the way, it’s a recipe that’s really sacred to my family. i hope you enjoy.” she smiled, handing you a box of what seemed like cookies.
fuck, i can’t even bring myself to hate her.
“thank you, that’s really sweet of you. uh, you both should stay over for lunch.” you offered, secretly praying that they refuse.
“sorry, y/n, i gotta get my bike inspected by ken-chin. next time, yeah?” he ruffled your hair, as you managed to let out a small hum. you waved them goodbye before entering your house, locking the door behind you.
you fell on your knees, letting out all the tears that you’ve been holding in. your cry was ugly, gut-wrenching and painful as it stole all the oxygen from your lungs and made you gag and choke.
it felt like someone died, well, it was sort of like that.
mikey was no longer yours, he was somebody’s else’s. you were all alone now.
you’re the other woman.
you probably shed a gallon of tears by now, trying your best to turn off the water tap glued on your eyes. but, the image of him snaking his arm around her waist never left your mind.
you glanced at the box of cookies on the floor, opening the lid to grab one and take a bite.
“fuck, they taste delicious too.” you cried, throwing it back in the box as you decided that it’ll be best to call out of work sick for tomorrow.
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the day has finally come, where you have to let him go. he was no longer yours, those days will never come back, now only a happy memory that you can confide to for comfort.
“y/n, you don’t have to do this.” draken sighed, placing a hand on your shoulder but you shook your head, determined to attend that damn wedding.
“i have to, ken. he’s my best friend, i can do at least this much for him.” you answered, fixing up the green dress that you wore before putting on your earrings.
“be selfish for once, y/n! i know that you love him, alright? i’ve been living with you since diapers, i know you like the back of my hand. you can lie to anyone but me, i know that you’re not okay. which is why i’m telling you that you don’t have to do this. i’ll tell him that you’re sick or something.” draken’s eyes softened, his expresison growing sad as he looked at your pained expression. you were smiling at him, yet he knew the thousands of thoughts and words that littered your mind.
“ken, i know. the only way i could give myself closure is by seeing it happen, in front of my eyes. i want my last memory of him to be happy and clear, so that when i think of him, i don’t feel pain or misery. if he’s happy then i’m happy because we are each others halves and no one can take that spot. besides, his fiance is so nice, i can’t even bring myself to hate her. he’ll be fine, i know he will.” you explained, grabbing drakens hands as you gave it a tight squeeze, looking up at the tall man that stood before you.
he bit his lips to contain himself from arguing back, caressing your cheeks before letting out a sigh. he nodded his head, deciding to butt-out of your business.
“okay, whatever makes you happy.” he said and you hummed in response before getting up to slip on your heels.
“let’s go, we have a wedding to go to.” you smiled at him, slipped your arm in his as you guys walked out of your house.
the drive to the church was short as it was the same one where hina and takemichi got married. you entered the ladies room where all the bridesmaids were getting dressed up as they all waited for you since you were the maid of honor.
“y/n, you’re here! god, you look gorgeous, maybe i should ditch mikey and marry you instead.” she joked, pulling you into a hug as you chuckled, patting her back.
“you look even prettier. damn, mikey caught a good one i gotta say.” you answered looking at her with eyes full of nothing but adoration.
she was sweet and understanding, a perfect wife for mikey. he deserved this, after being through hell and back, he deserved happiness and peace.
and you were willing to do anything to give him that, even if it meant to go to the ends of the earth and come back.
“it’s almost time! come on ladies, get in position.” one of the bridesmaids announced.
���i’ll see you at the aisle.” you rubbed her shoulder as she hummed, then taking your leave as you entered the wedding hall. you walked up where the priest stood, mikey standing right across you.
his eyes widened when he saw you, walking up to you without hesitation. he pulled you into a tight hug before pulling away with a smile.
“you look absolutely beautiful, y/n, as always. i’m so happy that you’re here, i was honestly so nervous, but after seeing you, i got my courage back.” he honestly said, making it hard for you to form words to respond to him.
“better not chicken out sano, i raised you better than that.” you playfully scolded him.
“yes ma’am!” he jokingly saluted, making you both laugh.
“mr. sano, please stand in position, the bride will enter in a few minutes.” the priest interrupted.
“sorry. i’ll talk to you after the ceremony, okay?” he held your hands, giving it a tight squeeze and you swore that if he was just a hair more closer, you would’ve broken down into tears.
“yeah, yeah, of course. go get married, sano.” you teased, making him blush as he walked back to his original position. you stood with one ring while draken stood with the other, the taller glancing at you frequently to check if you’re okay and you’d discreetly try to nod and give him the signal that you’re fine.
the music began to play and the doors opened, revealing mikey’s soon to be wife, now walking in with her father. a huge smile or her face as you looked over at mikey, only to catch him staring at you before averting his gaze to his wife.
she walked up the steps, now standing besides you as she turned to look at her soon to be husband. the priest began to read the wedding vows and it was soon time to exchange rings. the beautiful diamond ring glimmered under your eyes and you couldn’t help but wished it was for you.
it fit perfectly, like it was made for you and you knew that because you accompanied mikey when he went ring shopping. it was unfortunate to know that his fiance’s ring size was the same as you, so you helped him pick and size it. you remember not being able to take your eyes off of it as soon as he slipped it onto your finger. you felt chills as his skin touched yours, but now, it was reality; only not yours but hers.
“do you, _____, take manjiro sano as your wedded husband, to cherish in love and in friendship, in sickness and in health, in success and in disappointment, to love him faithfully, today, tomorrow, and for as long as the two of you shall live?” the priest asked, and without hesitation⸻
“i do.” she said with the brightest smile, giving him the most lovesick eyes known to mankind.
“do you, manjiro sano, take _____ as your wedded wife, to cherish in love and in friendship, in sickness and in health, in success and in disappointment, to love him faithfully, today, tomorrow, and for as long as the two of you shall live?” he now asked the groom, and to your surpise, mikey’s eyes were only focused on you.
please, say no, mikey. say no! you’re mine and i’m yours, it always been like that. please, say no.
your mind screamed and your heart bled, hoping for some miracle to change the events to bring it in your favors. but to your disappointment, none of that happened. he gave you a small smile before glancing at his bride.
“i do.” mikey said and the priest suddenly glanced at everyone in the room.
“any objections?” he loudly asked, as a moment of silence fell in the whole room.
me! i object. this wedding shouldn’t be happening, not even in a million years. that should be me in that dress and ring, not her. i don’t want to be the other woman.
“that’s a no then. i now pronounce you husband and wife. you may kiss the bride.” and with that being said, you averted your gaze to the bouquet of flowers as the crowd roared with cheers while they both kissed.
a few tears slipped from your eyes but you managed to quickly wipe them away, praying that nobody saw them. to which nobody did, except for draken as the man look at you with nothing but an aching heart to see you this heartbroken.
the after party was great, from the table of stories and lunch too. the cake was amazing as well, coming from the bakery that you and mikey often went to for study dates during your teen years.
“y/n! there you are, i’ve been looking for you everywhere. i just wanted to come here and thank you again for helping out with everything. you’re amazing and i’m so happy to know someone like you.” mikey’s wife came to you and pulled you into a hug, as you pat her back.
“of course, i wish you both the best of luck and a lot of happiness. treat him good, okay? he’s been through so much and he really deserves this. he’s a little childish and stubborn at times but he’s so sweet. he’s great and it breaks my heart to give him away but he’ll be okay. i know he will, he’s mikey after all.” you laughed, making her break into one as well.
“mhm, you got it!” she smiled at you once more before being whisked away by another relative for pictures.
“looks like you’re busy.” you heard a familiar voice behind you, turning around to see mikey grinning at you.
“yup, busy practicing how to spend the rest of my life alone without my other half.” you teased, making him chuckle.
“i suppose if you’re not too busy then you can spare some time to have a dance with me?” mikey wiggled his eyebrows, making your lips curl as you took his hand, being pulled away to the dance floor.
you wrap your arms around his neck as his arms snake around your waist. you both sway to the song and it felt like once again everyone else was just a blur and you both were now back in your own world, just the two of you.
“thank you, y/n. for everything, from beginning to end. i’ll never be able to repay you for everything that you’ve done for me. without you, i don’t think i’d even be standing here. you’re my one and only, forever and always; my other half.” he genuinely spoke, eyes glimmering with love and adoration, turning your brain into a bunch of mush and heart becoming all fuzzy.
“you just got married, mikey, don’t make your wife turn against me by saying those kind of things.” you chuckled, making him crack a smile.
“i mean it, you’re very special to me, y/n.” mikey said, tucking in a piece of hair behind your ear. you felt suffocated, feeling your airways and chest tightening. you couldn’t tell if it was from all that food you stress-ate or the feelings that threatened to pour out right this moment.
“can we go somewhere private, i gotta tell you something.” you urgently ushered him, as he quickly nodded his head before being dragged away to the groom’s room.
you quickly closed the door behind you, locking it before turning to face him. mikey grew concerned at your behavior and silence as he constantly asked if you were okay.
“if someone were to ask me what would be the best and worst day of my life, i would tell them that it was the day that i met you.” you breathed out, making mikey tilt his head to the side in confusion.
“huh?” he managed to say.
“it was the day where i found someone that understood me as a person deep from within, knew my every thought and feeling before i even had to say it or act on it. i found my other half, the person that made me, well, me. the person whom i’ve grown to not be able to live without as well. which also brings it to why it’s my worst day as well.” you grew silent, words feeling too heavy to spew out as tears gathered in your eyes.
“the person that i can’t live without, mikey.” you choked out, tears now streaming down your face as mikey’s eyes widened.
“y/n, i don’t under-”
“i love you, okay! not as a friend, but as someone more. i wanted to be the person that you spend the rest of your life with.” you cried, making him gulp harshly.
“i wanted to be your bride.” you sadly laughed, looking up at him with a tear-stained face as your mascara and eyeliner was now smudged.
“oh my god, y/n.” he whispered, trying to pull you into a hug but you quickly stopped him.
“don’t! if you hug me right now, i’ll break and won’t be able to stop myself. please, just hear me out. when we went ring shopping, i never wanted to take it off of my finger and it felt so nice when you put it on me. that night, i went home and couldn’t stop envisioning a future where it was us instead. i’ve loved you ever since we were kids, mikey.” you confessed, making him break into tears as he pulled you into a hug, unable to contain himself.
“then why the hell didn’t you say anything before? you even had the chance to object when the priest said the vows. why didn’t you say anything!” he sobbed, his embrace tightening as if he never wanted to let you go.
“because she’s good, mikey. you need a wife who’s sweet, tender, gentle and understanding. she’s perfect for you, mikey. you’ll be okay, i know you will.” you gave him a sad smile, holding his face as you looked deep into his eyes.
“but you’re also-”
“no, mikey. you need someone who can cherish you and spend many more happy years to come. i can’t give you that.” you sniffled, making him furrow his eyebrows.
“i don’t understand, what’s going on?” mikey panicked.
“i’m dying, mikey. that day that i met you, i was diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumor and it seems that i barely have a full month left to live. i was supposed to be long gone by last month but i guess i was lucky enough to see you get married.” you cried with a smile.
“no, no, you’re lying to me. this can’t be! y/n, this isn’t time for jokes, please, i can’t lose you too. i’ll marry you, i’ll manage something, i promise. please, just don’t leave me.” he begged, holding onto you like you would disappear from his reach if he were to let go.
“mikey, don’t make all of this go into vain. i worked so hard to come to terms with my feelings and get closure. which is why i waited until after the wedding to tell you because even if i do leave you, you’ll have her to be there with you. you need to live for me, and enjoy your life in happiness. okay?” you sobbed, trying to convince him but he kept shaking his head in denial.
“no! please, y/n! i-i-”
“here, make sure to share with her, alright? don’t get too greedy.” you tried to joke to lighten the mood, as you opened his palm to give him the container of chocolate pudding.
“y/n, please.” he cried, but you were stern with your decision. you felt yourself becoming light-headed and the familiar feeling of nausea. it almost felt like you were dying, ironically.
“bye, mikey.” you gave him a soft kiss on his cheek before running out of the room. mikey yelled your name behind like a madman as he ran after you, but you were too ahead. the fresh air hit your skin, sending goosebumps everywhere and it felt like you could breathe again.
you walked over to draken’s car and opened the door, sitting down as you were about to close the door.
“i love you too, y/n! i always have and always will.” was the last thing you heard before slamming the door shut, breaking into tears.
“start the car, ken.” you said in between your sobs, driving away from the church.
“so, you gonna hide from him forever or what? you know, y/n, i never told you how much i love you. well, not like that. but, i’m grateful for having someone like you in my life. i’d do anything to make you smile, you’re the most selfless and kind person i’ve ever met. an angel is what you are.” draken rambled, making you softly chuckle.
“thanks ken, i love you too.” you tiredly slurred your words, draken glancing at you as he stopped at a light, a smile etching on his face.
“seems like you’re tired, let’s get takeout tonight and go to the movies with remi. you know, just like the old days. what do you say?” draken asked, only to be met with silence. he chuckled to himself as he decided to not bother you and let you sleep till you both got home.
draken finished parking the car, calling your name a few times to try and wake you up, but you wouldn’t budge.
“jeez, gonna make me carry your ass up those damn stairs.” he groaned while getting out of the car and opening the door to yours.
“y/n-” he grew quiet, seeing your pale face made his blood run could. draken quickly bent down and put his ear on your heart, two fingers on your wrist.
no beat, no pulse.
“no, no⸻y/n, wake up! please, i need you to wake up!” draken cried, wrapping his arms around your cold and lifeless body to give you some of his warmth.
but it was no use, you were already gone.
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Mikey Scenario: Jealous over affectionate S/O
Requested by: @study-milk
"For yandere mikey can you explain his reaction to an S/O who willingly compliments him all the time, how it makes him happy until he finds out they do the same with others?"
At first he is elevated to have found someone, who will indulge him as sweetly as you do. He thinks it precious, how sweetly your compliments flow from your lips. He watches in awe your earnest face, as you basically shower him with affirmations.
He will bask in the warmth, every little compliment of your will leave behind, and as soon as it recedes, will try to fish for more. Mikey will be positively giddy, whenever you o so easily indulge him, in his many whims.
With how earnest and honest your face looked, there was something telling him, that while every word coming out of your mouth was the truth, there had to be something else going on as well, tough he banished these thoughts rather quickly, when looking at you again. A smile and praise readily flowing from your lips again.
Doubts had no space in his mind, when it was instead filled by whatever you positively noticed about him today.
Sometimes, he would twirl the long strands of hair framing his face between his fingers, with a lovesick smile on his face, when you drew attention to his hair. Other times, he would purposefully get up to some shit, if it meant he could show off to you.
Because even if he knows, that you are gonna keep complimenting him, he isn´t shy about providing you reasons to do it in the first place. He will smile and laugh, and be all around a bit giddy around you.
Slinking up to you like a sly cat, as he throws his arm over your shoulder, to simply lean into your space. He enjoys your presence so much, and more often than not he simply wants you to himself.
So you can imagine how quickly he gets irked, when he sees, that while he very much wants you for himself, you still tend to lavish other people with the same attention, that he enjoys so much.
It strikes something in him, that makes his chest feel tight and his throat close up. It´s something ugly, that craves it´s home into his chest. He feels like he is dying, when you smile at another person, and give them the one thing, that he craves more than anything else.
He hates that ugly thing so much, and sometimes he thinks he might hate you for gifting him this feeling as well. But then you speak so sweetly to him again, and he knows, that he it isn´t you that he hates, but the others.
This realization lets him breathe more easily again, as he now knows, that this feeling is not caused by any fault of yours, but you´re still the one that is able to fix him in the end.
So in conclusion, he simply becomes more overbearing. Every habit he had, that was meant to give him your attention, gets worse. He will pull stunts, that will make your heart stutter in your chest, and simply hope for his continued health.
He makes you worry for his life. Over and over again. It makes you stick closer to his side, makes you watch him with careful eyes, as you might contemplate, what had happened, that his behaviour would change so dangerously.
He will pout and whine, whenever you try to stray from his side, and at first that makes you stay. You can see, that he is calmer with you around, as if whatever was eating at him, couldn´t touch him with you around.
But soon enough, he can see, that you will be placated once more, that your worry for him will fade back into the background. He knows, and it hurts so much more, than he ever imagined it hurting in the first place.
In that moment, something will cross his mind. A little mean, a little cruel. But the only retaliation, that he sees left for him, that can´t involve you.
For he knows, that you were never the party carrying fault, for isn´t it part of you, that you compliment those you think deserving? The only problem with that, is that he thinks you think to many deserve you.
And this is what he will do, if he can´t and frankly doesn´t want to change you:
Instead, he will viciously go after the people you tend to shower with compliments beside himself. He is quite mean-spirited when he wants to be, and he wants to be like that for now.
He will humiliate the other party, beat them down and strip them and take photos. He will threaten them, and bring up things, that should have stayed buried. Whoever thought he was bad before, he becomes so much worse.
When he sees these people, and they don´t turn tail immediately when seeing him, he will simply start to pull you away, to go into the other direction with him. He doesn´t want to be near those people, and so he does his best to ensure, that this will never happen in the first place.
He will whine like a child, whenever you complain to him, till you give in to him. He is a persistent one, and you both know, that he can hold out a bit longer than you can. In the end, he will monopolise your time, as he wants to keep your sweet nature to himself, and he knows that out there, they are enough people who would try to take you away from him, if he ever let you go. And so he doesn´t let you go.
Instead, he kept basking your sweet and warm affection, as he defends his spot viciously from being taken away. The blood becomes part of the norm, as does him growing all soft around you.
And you? You sometimes think back to the time he was so dangerously reckless, and this new behaviour looks a lot less worrying to you.
Aren´t you both happy now? Well, he surely is.
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Im in a sensible mood and i have a thought if its ok (if not, that totally fine 💕) may i pleas request bonten with a fem reader thats is very stresed so she just goes to them an ask for a hug? and when questioned about it she is just like "you make me feel better, and i feel safe here" while nuzzling her face in their chest or neck.
Asking Bonten for a Hug
Summary: fem!Reader is stressed out and asks for a hug, when asked why she says “You make me feel better and I feel safe here.”
Mikey
His dark orbs widens when you nuzzle into his neck
It’s been a long time since he had someone said something so genuine and pure
He’s not so good with comforting words so the best he can do is hold you
He’s stiff for the first minutes and awkwardly pats your back but after a while he loosens up and snuggles you in his arms, rubbing small circles on your back
Wrapping you up in his arms and stroking your hair like you do for him when he has nightmares
Will remain like this all night and never lets you go
Sanzu
Blushing hard when you saying such cute things
Deep down he is bursting with joy knowing you feel better and safe with him because that’s what he’s ever wanted to hear
Giving you forehead kisses along with hugging you tightly
He does his best to distract you from your stress like telling you what stupid thing he did today and tries to crack a joke but you end up laughing at him
By the end of the night, he will have you smiling and laughing again
Kakucho
Has the cutest smile on his face
It makes him feel so warm inside that you feel that way with him
Holds you with so much love and whispers comforting words
He will tell you how much he loves you and cherishes you
Asks you if you want to talk about your stress and maybe he can help
Will buy you your favorite snacks and watch your favorite movie with you
Makes you feel completely relax in his strong arms and comforting chest
Takeomi
A soft smile appear on his face
Why do you have to be so goddamn cute?
Wrapping his arm around your waist and rubbing your back up and down
Asks you what happened and listens to your stress intently while playing with your hair, you’re holding the cup of tea he made that’s supposed to relieve stress
After you are done, he gives you helpful advice and cooks your favorite meal
Ran
Has the biggest cocky grin on his face, yeah you do kinda thought
Would playfully tease you to the point you’re like “ugh, nevermind” and try to get away from him
Pulls you back and being like “Where you goin’? This is your safe place.”
Stealing kisses from you when you are trying to avoid his kisses but gives up when he kisses you the way you like
He’s going to make you forget all about your stress and focus on him only
Rindou
Cheeks are blushing so bad you worry he’s having a fever
Coughs to hide his embarrassment and puts on his tough man act when deep down, his heart is pounding like crazy
Hugs you so lovingly and letting you know you can always come to him for hugs any time you want
Seeing you smiling in his arms makes him feel so much pride and that he gave himself ‘no. 1 best boyfriend’ [don’t worry Kaku still no. 1 :P]
Distract you by playing video games while you sit in between his legs
Kokonoi
Fall in love with you all over again, how could he not when you say that to him?
With a soft smile on his face, he opens his arms wide to envelope you
Listens to you talk about your stress while he gives you warm kisses on top of your head and plays with your hair
Brushes away your stress with his kind words of encouragement and compliments
Takes you out shopping and pampers the hell out of you
Mochi
“Wha-what?” you make this poor, brusque man speechless, leading him to have a mini nosebleed
You panic and grab all the tissues to stop the bleeding
Once he is all taken care of, he immediately has you in his muscular arms, cuddling the hell out of you
He wants to know what’s stressing you out and listens intently. (If it’s a person, offers to beat them up)
Not very good at giving helpful advices but his arms will always be available for you when you need him most
But seriously, if it’s a person, will hurt them if it means you’ll feel better.
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꒰ ♡ BEAUTIFUL ♡ ꒱
A/N: I went a bit off script so it's not exactly trick or treating, and my brainpower was not 100% with this but I wanted to give y'all some TR content.
Anyways I hope you enjoy this tiny drabble <3
Pairing: Mikey x GN!Reader, ft. Draken
Genre: Fluff no Angst
REPOSTING THIS BC TUMBLR IS STINKY AND HATES MY TAGS
"Wait, I thought you were supposed to be the wolf, right?" Draken tilted his head, squinting in disbelief that you managed to talk Mikey into wearing his current attire, red cloak, adorable boots, and a basket not far behind.
"Eh? [Name's] costume couldn't fit them so we switched," Mikey answered with one of his signature smiles, attempting to take a bite of his Taiyaki until you smacked his hand away softly. "Hey! This is not how you treat a beautiful princess," He huffed with a small pout, earning a loving eye roll from you.
"Little red riding hood isn't a princess, Mikey, and I need you to sit still so I can finish doing your hair," You explained, pinching one of his cheeks until his frown turned into a squished grin. And suddenly his eyes seemed to be unable to meet yours, most likely from his heart threatening to burst under your touch. "But you're right about one thing,"
"Never thought I'd hear anyone say that to Mikey," Draken quipped and Mikey threw the rest of his snack at him, immediately regretting it since he missed AND lost his food as Emma giggled in the background along with you.
Mikey's newly lit eyes connected with yours once again, his now free hand tugging on the sleeve of your costume; his craving of physical affection shining through, though you didn't mind at all.
"Right about what? Wait..." He groaned, a disinterested look on his face. "Don't Tell me you were trying to make another short joke!"
The thought of saying how fitting it was for him to be little red riding hood did cross your mind, but you already teased him enough already.
A laugh Mikey couldn't describe as anything but angelic passed your lips as you finished up his hair. "No, surprisingly not this time~"
He sighed in relief, taking the headband that had wolf ears from his lap and carefully placing it on your head. Being so close to him felt so warm and... intimate. It was no surprise that Draken left the room, probably in search of Emma to make fun of Mikey in private and give you both space to do whatever couples do.
"Then what is it?" He blinked. The way he tilted his head reminded you of a puppy, pulling on your heartstrings like a Grand Harp into a wonderful fluttering melody. You couldn't help but cup his face, delivering a soft peck to his nose which proved to be enough to turn his skin into a color that rivaled his costume, and whispering closely to his ear.
"That you are beautiful."
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𝗕𝗮𝗷𝗶:What did the ocean say to the other ocean
𝗠𝗶𝗸𝗲𝘆:Sea you later
𝗕𝗮𝗷𝗶:Nothing, they just waved
𝗕𝗮𝗷𝗶:Did you sea what I just did there
𝗠𝗶𝗸𝗲𝘆:Shore
𝗠𝗶𝗸𝗲𝘆:Sea what I did there???
𝗕𝗮𝗷𝗶:Stop being a beach and stealing my jokes
𝗠𝗶𝗸𝗲𝘆:Water you saying?
𝗕𝗮𝗷𝗶:
@mercyboluthecrazychicken @littleoanh @tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang @tokrxv @southside-otaku @thisbitchreallyneedsleep @simpforchuchu @simpfully-heartbroken @kakuchoscomrade @gigikoala @draken-s-bitch @dreamtaletwins1
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