Mikey Angst - Tumblr Posts

[11:57] || manjiro sano

"mikey," you call mikey‘s name as you shake the blond haired man awake, checking the time as you run a hand through his damp hair. "mikey, baby wake up."

the blond man groans at your call, yet rather than getting up and opening his eyes to answer to your call, he simply rolls his his left lazily and grabs the pillow above him.

"baby get up." you say once again, this time, grabbing the pillow away from his face and lightly tapping at his cheek. "mikey—"

you get cut off when he holds your wrist in place. you sigh in relief, thanking the gods that he has finally awaken. but your prayer of thanks gets discontinued when he suddenly pulls you to his side causing a yelp to leave past your lips.

"mikey!" you hiss, your hand propping beside his head, effectively caging him down. however, he stays indifferent and still lays there, unmoving underneath you.

"too loud," he whines softly, finally opening his eyes like a baby. his black eyes are down turned, as if he were sad, and his pouted lips do not help, his expression shows as if he were pleading. "come to bed, please,"

his sweet little plead leaving past his pouted lips almost make you give in. but you refuse to give in, if it means it‘s for his own goodness.

so you sigh, placing a hand on his cheek once again and caressing the supple skin lightly. "baby, you can‘t sleep with wet hair. you‘ll get sick." you try to explain.

"but i‘m too tired to wait," his lips purse together, eyes fluttering open and close. "can we please go to bed?"

you swear your heart skipped two— if not three beats. you find it hard to respond and deny when he leans a bit and kisses your palm. it‘s always hard to deny him when he‘s like this, all sleepy and pouty like a baby.

"baby i know you‘re tired, but you‘ll get sick." you try to reason again but he once again whines, grabbing your hand and lacing it with his.

"it‘s okay, because if i get sick i‘ll be with you and you‘ll take care of me, then we‘ll spend more time together." he says with a sleepy smile. "i love it when you take care of me."

you can‘t help but chuckle, shaking your head lightly before leaning down and kissing his forehead. "well, i suppose it won‘t be that bad." you say before you turn off the light by the bed and lay beside him.

"i‘ll be in your loving care for the next few days, okay?"

yes, he sure will be in your loving care for the next few days.

"What's wrong with me?" Takemichi asked; dumbfounded. "I have been stuck trying to save you-!" He paused "Hinata!" He stuttered "everyone!!" ocean blue eyes began to gloss, tears threatened to fall. "I'm sick and tired of everything!! I'm sick of having to relive my mistakes!" He cried and cried only for Mikey to have that same bored look on his face. "I'm done with trying to help you." Takemichis tears dried up; he is now staring into mikeys cold eyes. "I hate you". He smiled, started to chuckle, and then laugh hysterically "I FUCKING HATE YOU!!"

arranged marriage Bonten mikey but he is goddamn cold & indifferent to reader who loves him legitimately; Uses reader’s body for pleasure only til he got her pregnant. Reader died giving birth to the child and that’s when he realized he rly loved reader. Her parting gift to him was the child :(

omggg okay so listen up...

Mikey loved the way she was sooo fucking dumb for him, the way she'd do anything just to please him, to make him like her too. She'd more than once run away from home in the middle of the night just because he called her up..

He really wasn't used to someone practically running after him. thats why he hated that idea so much he just kept turning you down over and over again, breaking your heart more than once.

it was when you turned up at his door at god knows what hour, crying your eyes out and shaking from the cold of Tokyo. You were holding something in your delicate hands, hands he loved to feel on his skin, even though he'd never admit that out loud.

"I'm pregnant, Mikey." you'd confessed that night. And he went batshit crazy over you. Accusing you of trying to "Babytrap" him, so he couldn't leave you like you knew he would. He screamed at you to "get fucking lost before i forget myself". And so you ran, ran like a person gone wild, away from all this shit, from the pain, from him.

It wasn't a couple of months later that he got a text from Draken saying "Mikey i really think there's someone you should meet..". And he agreed because he thought it was you who he was going to meet. You, who he had been searching for the last couple of months, regretting the vile words he threw at you that night.

It wasn't until he arrived at the Hospital that he realised something was terribly wrong. Ken-chin standing at a door, looking almost remorseful? sad? what the fuck was happening, Mikey thought.

A loud and shrill scream shook him. He didn't know why, the hairs on his neck standing up immediately, it was a baby. He began breathing faster, felt like there was a huge, heavy stone on his chest, stopping him from breathing normally. "Ken-chin, w-what the fuck is going on? W-what are we doing here?"

His voice was shaking, something that never happened. Draken just put an arm around his smaller friend and whispered a small "I'm so sorry Mikey. She couldn't make it.." into his hair.

What? What the fuck was he talking about? It couldn't be about you, could it? But when he looked up and saw the Doctor looking at him, with that look in his eyes... the sorrow, the pain, all of it hit at once.

He couldn't breathe, started snapping for air to fill his lungs again, the world began to spin around him, Drakens screams of "Mikey! Mikey calm down!" got quiet until he couldn't hear anything but the loud cries of his child. The child you gave him, gifted him as a final goodbye before peacefully leaving this world with an "I'll always love you, Mikey." on your lips...

So, now, almost a year later, everyone knew not to ask Mikey what happened to the Mother of his little Daughter. Last time someone asked, he went on a killing spree for three days and was only stopped by Draken finally knocking him out...

Ahh, here it is, my first ever angsty writing!! I hope you liked it. :) sorry if there are any typos, didn't proofread it :P

Every mikey hairstyle shown in anime😍😍 HE LOOKS SO GOOD!

Whatever you do don’t think about Mikey and his grandfather the first christmas without Emma

Save yourself first

Mikey x gn!reader

Angstish, no comfort, SPOILERS for the newest chapters. Battle of Three Deities fight end spoilers and etc. Y’all know what I mean if you’ve read the manga. IF YOU HAVENT READ THE MANGA AND DONT WANT TO BE SPOILED DONT READ

You and Mikey were lovers, now exes. Reader is the second time leaper(?) traveler?

Character deaths mentioned, hospitals, passing out, fighting

You’re too busy saving everybody else, to save yourself

Eyes which were once full of life, stare into Mikey’s with emptiness. Your body was shaking from how worn out it was from fighting all sorts of gang members and especially from the fight against South that happened just a few minutes ago. “They look just like me” he thinks, as he stares at you, laying bloody on the ground, holding onto a wound that was deeper and far worse than he thought. It seemed as if all light that you once had, was gone. Like you finally gave up trying to save everyone. Mikey squats down and looks at your face up close. You had more scars now, he noticed. They were littering your skin, telling stories of the many things you’ve seen. You were taking deep and shaky breaths, fear was radiating off of you, but so was defeat, as if you were waiting for him to finish what South started. You were waiting for him to kill you. Get rid of you. As if you were a mere toy which was now useless. And as Mikey gets lost in his thoughts, taking in the way your body looks now, he feels himself slipping out of his mind. Something darker looming over his head. Taking over his mind, soul and body.

You close your eyes for a few seconds, trying to calm down your breathing. But it was all so hard. You were hurting inside and out. Tired from all of the fighting that you had to go through. You always put everyone else above yourself. Saving them from all of the bad things that were happening around all of you. In the end, you couldn’t manage to save three people. Your dearest friends Baji Keisuke, Draken and lastly - yourself. Though you didn’t really care about the last one. You felt guilt consuming your body, thinking about the two lost souls.

Grasping onto hope and believing that your friends would somehow realise that you need help too, you never tried to even help yourself. Save yourself from everything. Keeping yourself on the lowest pedestal. Hoping they would extend their arm towards you and lend you a helping hand. They never did.

Let it all go. The thoughts whisper. And Mikey does. He closes his eyes and feels his heart getting emptier by the second. Seeing you slowly close your eyes, slipping into darkness, his hand reaches his chest, the place where his heart should be and he lets out a sigh. He promised himself to save you one day. Repay for everything that you’ve done. But he failed to do that.

“Ken-chin.. I feel empty.”

Mikey loses himself to himself. As he blacks out, he doesn’t remember anything. He doesn’t remember killing South, hurting Takemichi, Senju disbanding her gang. He doesn’t remember holding your bleeding body in his arms. He doesn’t remember bringing you to the hospital. He doesn’t remember laying on the roof of the hospital, waiting for the doctors to tell him you’ll be okay. And he doesn’t remember going to the place he now has to call home, Kokonoi and Sanzu waiting for him inside.

And once you opened your eyes, body limp in the hospital bed, thoughts ponder in your head. Why did you come back once again? Why did Takemichi? What were you two thinking? Then memories come rushing back. You were killed by a Bonten member. A vivid memory of Kakucho holding up a gun to your head and shooting you, flashes in front of your eyes. A tear rolls down your face. This whole thing. Time traveling.. it was never a blessing. It was a curse. You lost yourself long ago. You were now just a mere shadow of who you used to be. And you grab onto the sheets that were on top of your body, keeping it warm in the middle of a, strangely, cold July’s night. You look to the left and notice a calendar hanging on the wall. July 9th. You were out for two days. Probably because of blood loss. You think to yourself and close your eyes for a couple of more seconds.

Mikey keeps looking through the window of his room. It was raining. Seemed the perfect weather for his mood. He looks down at the object that he was holding in his right arm and feels his heartbeat get faster for a second. A photo from a few years ago, lays there in his palm. You standing to his left, kissing his cheek and Draken standing to his right, holding up a peace sign. Suddenly his vision gets blurry and the picture gets wet.