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I'm still not motivsting enough for requests ngl (im gonna get them done at some point I promise I'm just depressed asf rn)
This is another vent shot yeah idk when I'm gonna stop
Mikey x Reader
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Looking around, empty bottles everywhere. Not knowing how you were awake or breathing.
You looked at yourself in the mirror.
You can't stop staring at your face, your eyebrows, and small and not even visible facial hair.
Glaring at your figure.
Is this real, or is this fake?
Your mind is such a disaster.
Glaring at the hair growing on your arms, your legs, your stomach, and anywhere else.
The blurring of your vision thanks to your tears was not helping.
Summer was nearing, and your friends had invited you to go swimming with them.
Yeah, you shaved, but you being tired from nothing did not help at all.
You've been worrying April since you've been ignoring her for a few days, and that worried your boyfriend, Mikey.
He knew you'd never ignore him or April on purpose.
Looking at yourself in the mirror, boxes of tissues scattered on the floor, you on the floor.
You hear your unlocked window crack open, your breath lumping in your throat, and you turn your head fast towards it.
You see a turtle in orange, creeping through your window with worry.
"Hey." He said softly.
You didn't reply, staring at him surprised.
He closed the window and pulled the curtains, walking towards you on the ground.
In a tank top and shorts unlike usual, your hair was exposed.
You crossed your arms and bunched your legs together as you sat on the ground, trying to shoo away the bad thoughts.
He sat down next to you.
"What's wrong?"
It hurt, it stung when he asked that.
"N... Nothing, Mike. I'm fine." You sighed, holding back tears.
He looked at you through your mirror as you stared at the ground.
"You can't say that baby, something is clearly wrong if you're crying..." he sighed, wrapping an arm around you.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
"Me. I'm.. tired, I look like a fucking ball of hair."
He looked at you with confusion.
"But your hair looks fine? I don't see the ball of hair." He said.
You smiled, a small one, but a smile.
"I meant body hair, Mike." You sighed
He let out a small 'oh' before picking you up.
"Why're you so worried about that baby?" He said as he kissed your cheek and placed you down on your bed softly.
"My friends invited me out... And I do shave! I just have no energy right now... like no energy for anything." You mumbled.
He laid down next to you, caressing your tummy as he pulled you closer to him.
You're now positioned in between his legs, your neck on his shoulder.
"I don't understand why body hair matters, love."
Did he... really not care? Does he really not care about body hair?
"B.. it kind of defines if you're ugly or not honestly," You sighed, closing your eyes. "It doesn't change your looks when you shave them, but, you'll get called ugly regardless."
He kissed your cheek, attacking it with small pecks.
"Angelo what're you—"
He pecked your lips, cutting you off.
"I don't care if you have body hair or not. You're pretty either way, and I think that's what matters." He said.
You stared at him, slightly shocked.
"And, honestly, I find your body hair cool." He hid his face in your neck.
"Wha— huh??"
"I mean... since we can't grow any hair, seeing yours is super cool." He kissed your neck.
Sliding his hands up and down your sides, slowly caressing you, "And... I remember Donnie saying that it was healthy for people to have body hair." He said.
He repeatedly kissed your neck, nuzzling and churring here and there, trying to comfort you in any way shape or form he could.
"I love you Y/n, you're such an angel." He mumbled.
Your breath hitched.
Your cheeks got wetter by the second, not being able to hold back at this point.
He hugged you tighter, not allowing you to cry over natural things. Hands caressing your body, lips kissing your shoulders.
He kept muttering small 'I love you's and compliments such as 'you're so pretty'.
He loved worshipping your body. You were just so, so, so pretty in his eyes! He loved every little centimetre of you, every millimetre. He loved you.
You're pretty sure you heard him say 'I wouldn't be able to find anyone else more beautiful than you are, I don't want to when you're here.' as you sat there with your eyes shut tightly, biting your lip to help slow down your breathing.
"I love you, Angelo." You said.
You could feel him chuckle against your skin, he brought his head back and kissed your cheek.
"Love you too baby." He caressed your arm.
You sat there, leaning against him and smiling sheepishly. You were so grateful to have a wonderful boyfriend like him, and he was grateful to have an amazing person like you.
"Gotta show me how to grow hair some time." He joked.
"Aahh, you can have mine if you want. Don't want it." You chuckled.
He laughed, pulling back from you, and standing up.
"Get your clothes on sweetheart." He said, "I'm bringing you back to mine for tonight."
"Ahh of course you will." You laughed, getting up from your bed to wash your face.
"Of course, I will! We're going to watch so many movies tonight," He smiled, kissing your temple.
You walked over to your bathroom to look at yourself in the mirror, once again.
You smiled this time, cheeks tear-stained.
You may not love yourself the best, but there are definitely other people that love you.
And one being Michelangelo.
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Evil laughs in I don't know when I'm going to stop
(8/4/2023)
(1000 words total)
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Fanfiction*TWs will be placed at the start of each chapter accordingly* The reader has gender-neutral pronouns! Will have gendered pronouns if requested :^ It may have typos because English is not my first language. I do mainly use British English though, so...
