#♠ what a shame we all became such fragile broken things. ♠ ⸻ ic : mikey

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@deathfavor ― * ― ‘𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐲’ 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.

“ it’s alright, now… i got you. “ ( manila Izana & Mikey )

It wasn’t every night that Mikey found himself calling Izana this late at night. His hands shaking as he grabbed his phone, put in Izana’s number and slowly raised it to his ear. His body slumped against his bedroom wall, a few feet away from his actual bed that was a mess. His blankets all bunched up or kicked to the floor while he had been asleep all due to dreams. Dreams that were too close to memories, dreams that contained friends that he believed had left him. Actually, one of them did, Takemichi left and he thought he was over this, but every time he dreamt about the other male he was back to being a complete mess.

Thoughts of; why did Takemichi leave? He promised to stay with him and then, then he left him all alone. The others were also just waiting to leave him too, telling him to leave Takemichi alone, that it was his choice on what he wanted to do. But he broke his promise and Mikey didn’t know how to handle the loss of someone he thought would stay forever. He let out a shaky breath, trying not to get too lost in his mind as he tried to focus on the ring from the other line. 

What if Izana didn’t answer? What if he didn’t want to come over? What if.... 

The other line was picked up and Mikey let out another shaky breath, not realizing he had been holding his breath. He took a few seconds to try and speak, trying to not make his voice as trembling as it felt. He tried to blink the tears away that formed in his eyes, why couldn’t he just be numb when he wanted to be numb? 

“ H...Hey, Izana.... Can you come over...? ” His words were slow, quiet and hints of cracks in his voice. His other hand lifted up to wipe at his face. “ I just... I need you... please... ”

Whether the conversation was short or not, the important part was that Izana was going to come over. Mikey hung up his cell finally, putting it down on the floor. His hands felt a little bit less shaky but still trembled ever so slightly. He stayed there on the ground until he heard the knock on his door, he picked up his cell, just sending Izana a quick text to just come in. If Izana didn’t have his key on him, one Mikey gave him a while ago, there was a spare hidden outside. 

He waited, dropping his phone to the ground again, toning everything else out until Izana was in front of him. Black orbs looked up at the other male, his lower lip moved so his could bite it softly to not just start crying. When did he become so weak sometimes? It didn’t matter. All Mikey cared about now was that Izana was here, he always came, he could rely on him, Izana would be the only one who wouldn’t leave right? 

Letting his bottom lip go from his teeth, he moved closer to Izana’s crouched down body. His hand reached out to gently grasp Izana’s wrist, tugging him down further onto the bedroom floor. He just wanted this empty feeling to leave him, so he just acted on what he was seeking. Once he got Izana to sit, he moved even closer to him, crawling into his lap, pressing his ear against Izana’s chest to listen to his heartbeat. 

“ I had another stupid dream about them... The unwanted memories when I woke up... I just... ” Mikey trailed off, slowly calming down just a bit more at listening to the rhythm of the beat. 

When the words were spoken from Izana, Mikey couldn’t help but press his lean figure more into him. His hand reaches out to try and take Izana’s hand in his, if the other would let him. The comfort he felt with Izana was unreal, he felt safe, secure, heard and cared about. He just wanted to stay like this, to remind himself that he didn’t need anyone else but Izana. 

“ You’re not...  Going to leave too, are you? ” Mikey found himself asking though, slowly tilting his head up to look up at Izana’s face. He needed the reassurance that Izana was going to stay, that he wasn’t like the rest of Mikey’s ‘ friends. ’

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Nestled on the couch, Mikey’s black orbs followed Izana. No emotion on his face, just a blank stare as he watches the other take off his jacket and hang it up. His cell was tossed to the side of him on the coffee table,, after having contacted Izana to see if he’d come over. A wave of loneliness fell over Mikey and instead of reaching out to his old friends, he reached out to Izana. He watched him sit next to him, allowing Izana to touch him. Mikey nearly leaned into the hand that cupped his face, liking the physical touch. It grounded him. 

“ I suppose that’s true... ” Tired eyes stared at Izana before looking down. He did know how those things had gone. He supposed Kisaki would inform Izana and Mikey would be there if they needed him. Though he took more to the shadows now than anything. Eyes lifted up once again when his roots were mentioned and a hand lifted to touch them. He hadn’t even realized they had started to come in. An ache was felt in his chest, he didn’t want his blonde locks to come back, they reminded him too much of those times. 

“ Sorry, Izana... I didn’t notice... ” His voice was soft, almost dead like as he spoke.

He lowered his hand down, leaning more into Izana’s hand. His own hand gently grasps Izana's wrist, just wanting to feel his skin. Eyes closed and he relaxed a bit as Izana continued to speak. He was glad he called, he wasn’t a burden, he wasn’t too much for Izana. That’s what those words told him anyway. He was always here unlike the others. His mind gripped Izana’s words like his life depended on them. He fell just deeper into Izana’s poison. 

His black eyes only opened when Izana spoke about food. His eyes lifted to look at Izana, focusing on that smile, it felt so welcoming and inviting to Mikey, he felt secure and warm around Izana. His stomach let out a small growl as he tried to think of the last time he ate. He dropped his head to look down at his stomach before looking back up and trying to muster up a smile, not wanting to worry Izana. He couldn’t worry him. 

“ No, I haven’t yet. ” When was the last time he ate? Had he forgotten to eat again today? Today had been a rough day on his mental state, so it wouldn’t surprise him if he had forgotten to eat, however he wasn’t about to tell Izana he hadn’t eaten anything today. He didn’t want to disappoint him nor worry him. 

Mikey tilted his head softly against Izana’s hand. A big deal coming up? Well, that was fine, Mikey would be here by Izana’s side and kicking anyone’s ass if Izana asked him to handle it. More of a smile formed on his lips as he hummed very softly at the idea of fighting alongside Izana. It filled his heart with some warmth. 

“ I’d like that. ” He replied. “ Showing our strength together sounds nice... We will definitely crush them if we need to. ” He shifted on the couch, his free hand moving to clutch his once again growling stomach as if that would stop the noise. “ Have you eaten, Izana? I can order whatever you want... unless you want to go out? Though I suppose we should touch up on my roots before leaving anywhere... ”

@requiemofrebellion said: “ please tell me you didn’t cancel your plans for me… ” ( mikey to izana, any verse)

so you had a bad day starters

Izana's lips quirk ever so faintly when he hears Mikey's comment as he shrugs off the black coat he'd worn to fend against the beast of winter's frigid nights. He hangs it up by the door while waving a hand casually. " It wasn't anything important anyways. You know how these things go. " He answers, turning away from the front door to approach the couch that Mikey was nestled onto. " If something important happens, someone will let Kisaki know and he can reach me. "

Thus the real leader sits down next to Mikey, wisteria eyes roaming over the other's face in search of an explanation. A hand reaches out to cup Mikey's cheek, an empty smile on his lips while he regards him. " We'll need to touch up your roots soon. " He didn't like the blonde peaking out, like some defiant vermin to the image Kisaki and him had molded of Mikey. That's something for another night though. There are more pressing matters even now than fixing hair.

" I'm glad you called. " It was good that Mikey had turned to him, latching onto him for guidance like a lost animal seeking another for aid. He'd make sure to guide Mikey just where he wanted him. " You know i'm always here for you. " Izana murmurs, sickeningly, deceptively sweet. " The others left, but I'll always be here for you. " It's another dose of poison fed under the guise of sweet care as he gently brushes his fingers through Mikey's dark locks. He feeds the lurking darkness like a trained beast, while acting as the guiding light, the refuge against the world.

He hums a few notes of reassurance, smile still in place before he speaks again. " Did you eat anything yet? We should get you some food if not. We have a big deal coming up in a couple days after all. We might actually have some fun crushing the enemy together. Wouldn't that be nice? It's so rare we really get to use our strength. " Izana sighs with a smile in a warped sense of delight.

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@deathfavor ⸻ Drinking starters.

❝You are NOT driving like this.❞ ( Izana & Mikey, Manila )

The music from the club was something Mikey could only hear, toning out the rest of the crowds around the club. His body swayed against the music, ignoring the people around him. He lost count of how many drinks he had, he lost count on how many shots he was in. His mind was no longer present as he just let himself be taken by the alcohol.  Any hands that tried touching him that wasn’t Izana were pushed away, moving away from whoever was trying to get handsy with him. He just wanted to feel happy tonight and not deal with people. He just wanted to enjoy the music, dance to it even if he was swaying and balance was hard to keep up at this point. His vision blurred a bit as he looked up to the ceiling.

It was hot. The room was too hot. Another pair of hands was trying to grab him, and Mikey moved away, stumbling off the dance floor, to the bar again. He looked over to where he figured Izana was at, seeing him glancing at him. Mikey just offered a smile, long black locks covering half of his face. Then he was looking back at the bartender, ordering another shot, taking it, and gulping it down in one drink. He put the glass down before his eyes moved around the room again. But he didn’t pay any mind to the people dancing on the dance floor, he didn’t pay attention to those who were just hanging around talking. He couldn’t focus. The thought of being hot again reappearing in his mind. Fresh air would help, yes, a ride out this late would bring him much comfort and cool him down.

Mikey pushed off the bar, stumbling towards the exit. He couldn’t tell if Izana was watching him again or if it was someone else, he didn’t care. He stumbled into the door, pushing against it to open it. A grunt leaving him as the door felt heavier than usual. It didn’t matter, he got it. He swayed as he walked outside, feeling the rush of cold hit his face. He took a deep breath in, enjoying the feel of the breeze. Black orbs searched for his bike as he stumbled towards it, swaying to the left and to the right, never walking straight. His hand moved into his pocket to dig out his keys, stopping by his bike with a soft smile. His smile not lasting long as he felt his keys being taken, plucked out of his hand without a care.

Mikey turned a bit too quickly and groaned at the dizziness he got from it. His back moving to lean against his bike, black eyes looking to see Izana who spoke about how he was not driving like this. Like what though? He was fine, he was. He could still see and walk, why couldn’t he drive? He didn’t understand, being too drunk to realize he was drunk.

“ Izaaa… ” Mikey whined out, his hand moving out in front of him to try and grasp at his keys. “ Give me back my… my keys. I’m fiiine. ” His words were slurred a bit as he spoke, his hand reaching but grasping at nothing. “ I want to go for a drive… ” His hand dropped back to his side as he pushed back more against his bike. His head tilting up, so his black locks fell away from his face, eyes now looking up at the night sky.

“ It’s…. pretty…. Wanna ride. ” He looked back down, drunkenly at Izana, his body looked ready to fall over at any given moment. “ Izaaa, don’t be mean. ” He whined out again with a frown. He pushed off his bike and stumbled into Izana’s body, his hands reaching up to grab onto Izana’s jacket. “ Please, Iza, please? Wanna ride… ”

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@deathfavor ��� * ― Send me ⚠ to find my muse at the end of a trail of blood.

⚠ ( hmm if theres anyone you think would be interesting with Izana ? )

Red.

Everything Mikey looked at was red. The ground painted in red, the corpse red, covered in their own blood. His hands, clothes and boots were red as well from the man’s blood. Black orbs just stared, taking in the scene, not fully there in the present. He took a man’s life, he didn’t know who this man was, or what he did to have Izana want him dead but Mikey took care of it. His heart should have been racing from this, from killing someone but he felt numb. His expression blank as he stared at his palms. He didn’t think about the next steps though, he didn’t think about how he was going to get rid of the body or at least hide evidence. His mind kept being blank, just the thought of ‘ so red ’ in his mind. 

They were at least in a secluded area, no cameras around, no people either. He did pick a good spot to do it. After all, he couldn’t have witnesses as he needed to get back to Izana after this. He wanted to get back to Izana. Yet, he stayed still knowing he couldn’t leave the body like this nor walk away being covered in someone else’s blood. Perhaps he got carried away, letting out everything he felt out and not being able to control the monster that slept within him. 

His body tensed when he felt eyes on him from behind. Mikey slowly looked up before turning his head to look behind him. His body was getting ready to fight but once his eyes fell on Izana, his body relaxed. His mind slowly became less numb as he turned a bit towards the white hair male. 

“ I killed him, just like you told me to. ” Mikey stated, feeling the cool breeze of winter hit his face, pushing black locks away from his face. 

He had become so codependent on Izana that he lost himself within it all. He wouldn’t recognize himself if his past self met him. He just wanted Izana happy with him, for Izana to keep him because Izana gave him the warmth he seeked, the comfort he craved. The closeness he wanted with his friends. He got everything he ever wanted with Izana and more, and Izana was able to mold him into whatever he desired, without Mikey caring or noticing. All he cared about was that Izana was happy, pleased and he was able to go back into those arms of his, not realizing the poison he had taken again and again by falling into those arms. 

Mikey stepped closer to Izana, reaching out to touch him but stopping when his black eyes saw his blood stained hand. A frown formed on Mikey’s lips as he lowered his hand away from Izana. The other didn’t need blood from trash on him, even if he craved the physical contact from the other, he wouldn’t get Izana dirty. His head lowered to look at the ground, mind back to racing thoughts on what to do. He then slowly opened his mouth to speak again. 

“ What are you doing here though...? ” He slowly looked back up, a flash of confusion appearing over his saddened expression. “ I thought I was supposed to report back to you... ” He ever so slightly looked over his shoulder. “ Did I spend too much time out here? I just didn’t know what to do with the body... ”

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He's hanging a mistletoe over the hideout's door and just waiting there. He has to see who is cowardly and who isn't.

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Mikey didn’t have to wait too long before Takemichi stepped into the doorway. A smile on Mikey’s face as he couldn’t wait to see what Takemichi would do. Who knew a plant could cause so many emotions to rise up? He stood still as he listened to Takemichi’s greeting, his smile never leaving his lips. Seemed like Takemichi was nervous. 

“ Hey, Takemichy. ” Mikey greeted him,  calm and cheerful.

A chuckle left Mikey as he listened more to Takemichi. He really was nervous wasn’t he? Mikey figured he’d have to step closer to kiss him but Takemichi was always full of surprises. Not scared of a kiss? Yet, his cheeks were flushed and his speech totally gave him away on nerves. However, Mikey didn’t move, blinking at him, waiting to see what he’d do.

“ It would totally be lame, yea, Takemichy. ” Mikey answered.

Mikey had felt confident until Takemichi took a step closer to him and then his own heart fluttered in his chest. It only pounded a bit harder in his chest when his lips were met with Takemichi’s. Black eyes closed as he pressed back into the soft kiss. It was a sweet kiss, one Mikey enjoyed. Takemichi’s lips were warm, welcoming, soft... 

He didn’t expect it to last as long as it did, but Mikey wasn’t complaining, liking the closeness, the feeling of warmth he felt inside his chest. As soon as he felt Takemichi pull his lips away from his own, was when Mikey reopened his eyes. Not realizing a soft pink blush had appeared on his own cheeks. He watched Takemichi look away, he moved his lower lip to chew gently on it before he offered a smile again, the blush fading from his cheeks. 

“ Did my kiss leave Takemichy speechless? ” He teased lightly, trying to make the other feel less awkward about it. 

“ Oh? ” Mikey blinked when Takemichi pulled something from behind his back and offered it to him. A look of surprise on Mikey’s face as he lifted his hands up to take the gift. “ A present for me? ” He questions as he stared down at the box, his smile growing softly. 

He moves to open the box, taking out the hoodie first and then the picture frame. He leaned against the wall as he stared at the picture with a big smile. He loved it, more than anything. He’d always keep this picture close to him. Then, he was setting the picture frame down gently on the ground, next to the box he also placed down. He unfolded the sweatshirt next, happy with the color and how it felt. 

He quickly was moving to take off his other jacket, letting it drop onto the box that was on the ground, and slipping the new hoodie over his head. He looked down at himself with a big smile. It fit perfectly and it was warm inside. Mikey looked back at Takemichi, doing a small spin for the other to see it from all around. 

“ I love them, Takemichy! Thank you, Merry Christmas! ” He moved closer to his friend and wrapped his arms around the other’s shoulders to pull him into a hug. “ Do you have plans right now? I have your gift back at home, if you wanna come back with me? ”

... shit. that's mistletoe! and here takemichi just wanted to bring mikey his christmas present!

" !! h-HI MIKEY. " the way his voice cracked and went up an octave only made takemichi feel even more embarrassed as he runs his fingers through blonde waves and blows hot air out of his mouth in a raspberry sort of sound.

"... youjustputthattheredidn'tyou? " internally kicking himself for not being maybe two minutes earlier in his arrival, takemichi swallows thickly and tucks the present behind his back, more determined than ever. " okay, mikey! i'm totally not scared of a kiss! that'd be so... stupid, right? " with a cheesy smile, red cheeks, and a hesitant laugh, takemichi takes another step towards mikey and places quick sweet kiss to his lips.

the only issue was, takemichi's heart had been in his chest from the moment he saw the mistletoe. not to mention how good it felt when his lips connected with mikey's. pulling back after a long moment, takemichi was nearly speechless. " oh, uh -- w-ow. " glancing away awkwardly, he'd nearly forgotten the present in his hands, and pulls it from behind his back to give to mikey. " uh.. heh.. merry christmas, mikey. "

inside the gift bag was a new hoodie and a framed photo of everyone that takemichi had made them take recently. and of course, sweets. " that was my real reason for heading over here. "

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@ofluminance - continue.

Dark eyes stared up at the sky that was shifting into night. The darker purples and blues were shown with some pinks further out. Clouds threatened to cover the entire sky and hide the beauty of colors as the sun slipped away before their eyes. The wind rustled against the grass and his own blonde locks. His body pressed into the ground, arms behind his head to cushion his neck and the back of his head. His body seemed relaxed but there was no smile on his face, his face looked as if he wasn't actually present. His own mind is deep in his own thoughts.

There was so much going on, so much drama, pain and even death. Mikey had only wanted to have fun with his friends, make a good era of delinquency but this seemed to be getting so out of hand. Mikey was starting to feel like he was getting lost in all of it, relying more on his friends to keep him from spiraling down into the darkness. He felt stressed and more depressed yet he was trying to keep it together so his friends wouldn’t worry about him. Yet, he knew he seemed more quiet if not more distant than usual. His bubbly and carefree self has not been around much lately and that was something he couldn’t exactly hide, or keep from his friends. 

Silence had fallen around them once more when Mikey pointed out the night was beautiful and Takamichi had agreed. However, when Takemichi spoke up again, black orbs moved from the sky to look at the other male. A plain look at first as Mikey took in Takemichi’s features, posture, and even how he spoke. He wasn’t surprised Takamichi had noticed his behavior, he was always one of the first people who did notice even though he knew Takemichi for less time than Draken or Mitsuya. He honestly didn’t know how Takemichi did it either, or how he became so reliant on the other male. He relied on Takemichi just as much as he relied on Draken, just something about the other felt so comforting. He did remind him of his older brother but there was also something else, something more that Mikey couldn’t yet place. 

“ Hm, guess I have huh, Takemichy? ” Mikey looked away from Takemichi, eyes looking back to the sky. He wasn’t going to hide it from the other or act like he hadn’t been. There really was no point. “ You don’t need to be Kenny or Mitsuya, you just need to be you. ”

He fell silent again though. Blinking ever so slowly to get his own thoughts into order. His ears listen to the cars below them, listening to the grass swaying next to his ears. The lights from the city were getting brighter as the sky got darker. He slowly removed a hand from behind his head, putting his palm face up towards the sky, arm outstretched like he was trying to reach for the stars. 

“ Have you... ever lost someone you cared deeply about? ” Mikey’s voice had dropped to a softness yet sad tone. His eyes reflected the pain he was feeling in his chest of heartbreak.

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@deathfavor ⸻ unprompted.

    “ . . .  Don’t you dare laugh. I don’t see YOUR gingerbread house looking much better. “ Izana rests his chin against the palm of his hand, staring at the mess they’ve created in attempt of making two different gingerbread houses. Give the two of them a thousand men and they could beat them in a minute or two. Give them two gingerbread kits? Evidently, neither Izana nor Mikey could succeeded other than making a mess of frosting and collapsed walls.  (  For Manilla Izana & Mikey ! )

The smile on Mikey’s face was genuine, staring upon their gingerbread houses with fondness even if neither of them came out right. Honestly, Mikey’s gingerbread house was missing half the candy from him munching on them while he had attempted to put the walls of the house together. But seeing Izana do just as poorly as him, made him smile even more, a hint of laughter threatening to leave him. 

It wasn’t until Izana told him not to laugh, that Mikey let the laughter out, leaning back into his chair, letting his laughter fill the room. Though he wasn’t laughing at Izana, more like laughing at both of their failures. Still, he had fun doing this, getting Izana to help him make gingerbread houses really warmed his heart up and got him more into the spirit of christmas. 

“ Heh, sorry sorry! ” He stated, lifting a hand to poke at his own gingerbread house. “ Guess we both suck at making these huh? Still, it was fun right? ” Eyes moved from his gingerbread house to Izana and then down to the candies by Izana’s house. 

“ Since they collapsed... you don’t need those candies do you? ” He moved a hand slowly over to Izana’s side to see if the other would allow him to steal one. “ Maybe the key to a successful one is if we work together next time! Do we have another box? ”

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@galaxythixf ― * ― graveyard based sentence starters.

“ should that be open ?” - Draken to Mikey

Mikey had wanted to take another late night ride and happened to drag Draken with him. Before he knew it, he had pulled into a parking lot and got off his bike. He roamed into the cemetery, eyes looking ahead, feeling the gentle breeze hit his face. The trees rustling around them, it being quiet besides their footsteps and the branches swaying in the wind. Mikey only came to a stop when Draken spoke up and Mikey’s dark eyes moved to what his friend was speaking of.

It was a door to one of those really nice graves, like a tomb. It was dark inside, so he doubted anyone was in there, yet, why was it open? Did someone forget to close it and lock it up? Usually only famous or rich people had graves like this, in its only little building and being buried above ground in a stone coffin. Mikey turned on his heel and stepped towards it, not an ounce of fear was shown. 

“ Hm, doubt it... ” A smile formed on Mikey’s lips then as he turned his head to look back at Draken. “ Come on, Kenny! Let’s get a peek inside! Maybe we’ll see a zombie! ”

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@ofluminance ⸻ STAYING THE NIGHT PROMPTS.

[ STAY ]  sender is carrying receiver to bed because they fell asleep somewhere else but when they start to walk away,  receiver grabs their hand so sender joins them in bed. / takemichi to Mikey? 👀

It wasn’t abnormal for Mikey to fall asleep after eating. He had been hanging out with Takemichi, close to his own home, eating some dinner. When he had mumbled about being sleepy and before anyone knew it, Mikey was passed out in the booth. He barely even stirred when Takemichi picked him up, just soft little snores leaving Mikey as he leaned against Takemichi’s back.

When they got to his house, Mikey slightly stirred, whether it was just because Takemichi said something or he knew where they were at, Mikey wasn’t too sure. He slowly opened his eyes as he looked upon his bedroom door, the shed he made his own. When Takemichi got the door open, Mikey was closing his eyes again, acting as if he was still asleep. He felt himself be put down onto his bed, Mikey groaning softly in disapproval. As Takemichi was probably turning to leave, Mikey reached out and grasped his hand, a firm grip and this time his eyes were now slightly open, staring up at Takemichi. His eyes pleading for him to stay, for him not to leave him.

‘ Please don’t leave me… ’

Mikey was scooting over ever so slightly as Takemichi climbed into bed with him then. Mikey didn’t know what Takemichi was thinking but he was thankful that he decided to stay. He moved closer to Takemichi then, ducking his head under Takemichi’s chin, his arm loosely wrapping around Takemichi’s hip and tugging him closer. He didn’t care, he just wanted to be close to Takemichi. He just wanted him to make him feel warmth and like he was wanted. He buried his face into Takemichi’s chest, taking in his scent. His eyes closed again as his body slowly relaxed.

“ Stay…. Stay the night… ” Mikey murmured against him. “ Please, Takemichy. ”

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@deathfavor ― * ― 𝑾𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑪𝑯𝑹𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑴𝑨𝑺 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺.

❛  i've prepared some hot chocolate if you want to come in.  ❜ ( Izana & Mikey Manila ! )

It was one of those days where Mikey sat outside on his balcony, watching the world pass by him. Dark orbs stared blankly out into the white winter that was brought here. He would have heard all the noises of the busy day down below if he wasn’t toning them all out. Flashes of his younger years flashed through his mind like a movie. 

The snow brought on different types of memories, some fun ones, some sad, some violent ones. He leaned his head against the cold pole next to him. Remembering the snowball fights, the snowmen, the snow angels. He remembered the rides he took just to feel like his brother and Baji were with him along with all his friends. He remembered the time he fought Taiju in the church, although it wasn’t really much of a fight. He also recalled those depressed winter times as well, curled up in bed not wanting to move, not wanting to make a sound. Usually he was very festive when it came to holidays and winter but sometimes the depression hit him bad and he would get lost in himself. 

But those days were gone. At least the happy memories were. Now, they were a bit of a painful reminder of what used to be. However, he did have Izana right? He can make memories like those with Izana couldn’t he? The thought made Mikey smile a bit as he sat there, letting snowflakes fall onto him. He hadn’t realized how much time had passed or how cold he was getting, not until he heard Izana’s voice and he looked over to the door. 

“ Hot coco? ” He was always and will forever be a sucker for sweet things. “ Is it extra chocolaty? ” He asked as he slowly moved to stand, shivering as his mind slowly came back to reality. “ Did you put in marshmallows? Marshmallows are the best in hot coco. ” He slowly moved inside, eyes on Izana as he kept speaking, not really waiting for the other to reply. 

“ We should cheer. You did make yourself a cup right? If not, let me make you one, we should honor this memory. ” Yes, new memories to be made, new happy times. “ And then after hot coco, can we go for a ride? ”

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@galaxythixf ― * ― send a “⚪” to throw a snowball at my muse.

⚪ - Draken at Mikey

Snow covered every inch of the city it could touch. The soft crunch of it being heard whenever someone took a step. Footprints were left like tracks, indicating high traffic in the park today. The sky above was light gray, no sun today as small little snowflakes fell from the sky, still continuing to pile more snow up. 

Mikey stood by a bench, hands dug into his pockets as he took in the scenery of the park. The trees were bare besides what snow they had collected. The playground was also covered in white that was a few feet from him. Kids could be heard yelling and screaming in delight as they played in the snow with friends. Mikey let out a sigh, watching his breath be seen in the air before it disappeared, it had honestly looked like smoke. 

Then, he was out of his head, jumping slightly when something hit the back of his head. It was soft and collapsed as soon as it hit him. As the snowball fell apart, some of it landed in his hood while the rest fell to the ground. Mikey slowly turned towards where the snowball had come from, eyes scanning to see who dared throw a snowball at him. When he saw Draken standing there, he just knew it was him. A grin formed on Mikey’s lips as he took out his hands from his pockets and knelt to the ground, hands gathering up some snow. 

“ Oh? You’re gonna regret that, Kenny! ” He stated as he formed a snowball in his hand. “ Get ready cause I’m aiming this for your face! ” With that, he threw his snowball at Draken.

[requiemofrebellion]

@galaxythixf ― * ― 𝑵𝑶𝑵-𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺.

[ sick ] - Draken to Mikey

[ sick ] sender cares for receiver while they are sick

Sweat dripped from his brow. His body temperature was in the fever range and his head was heating up. Mikey let out a soft groan, eyes squeezing tightly shut as he slowly awoke to the hell he felt like he was in. He grimaced as the sudden not feeling good washed over him again as his mind awoke from his slumber. His eyes slowly opened, a whimper leaving his throat as he strained to look around. 

He could feel a wash cloth on his forehead, a few blankets over him, probably to try and break the fever. His eyes looked around the room, slowly realizing this wasn’t his room but it was Draken’s. How did he get here? When did he get here? He couldn’t recall, did he end up passing out at some point while out with Draken? Or did he come back here and then end up losing consciousness? He really couldn’t recall. All he could was when he left his own house this morning and he didn’t feel well. Even Emma made a comment on how pale he looked but Mikey shrugged it off and went about his day. He probably overexerted himself. 

But man, did he feel like absolute shit. He was sweating, his body trying to break out of the fever, he felt hazy and achy. Mikey never liked being sick, actually he was a big baby about it so he let out another groan of discomfort. He shifted in Draken’s bed, searching for his friend when he finally laid eyes on him. 

“ K-Kenny? ” He tried to force out, his voice cracking as he spoke. “ It’s so cold... ” Despite the sweat on his body, he really did feel absolutely cold to the bone. His face was pale and he looked miserable.

[requiemofrebellion]

@galaxythixf ― * ― 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐄 .

❛ let's fucking go. ❜ - Draken to Mikey

The words pumped Mikey up as he was sitting on his bike. His eyes turned to his best friend with a smile. It was times like these that Mikey adored. He moved his hand to turn his bike on, listening to the beautiful sound of the engine purr. His foot moved to the petal, ready to press on it and take his bike out of park. 

“ Yea! Let’s go! ” He replied back with full enthusiasm. It was time to take a ride. 

Mikey switched his bike out of park and pressed his foot to the petal, letting it go down the road. He knew Draken would follow close behind or beside him, either one was good with him. The breeze from the air felt nice, he could feel his tense muscles finding relaxation. Bike rides always made him feel at ease, at home. He would ride his motorcycle forever if he could without getting off of it. His eyes moved to look at Draken for a quick second to get his attention. 

“ Last one to the coast is a rotten egg! ” He yelled before pressing his foot down more to make his ride go faster.

[requiemofrebellion]

@galaxythixf ― * ― STAYING THE NIGHT PROMPTS.

❝ i’ll stay. ❞ - Draken to Mikey

They had been hanging out at his house, just chatting and having fun. When the sun was set and Mikey looked towards the time, his once carefree expression changed to a slight saddened look. It was about time Draken probably should get going home, yet Mikey didn’t want him to leave. He liked having Draken over, it kept him from wallowing in self pity and lying in bed with his own demons. 

So, Mikey had made a one off hand comment about asking if Draken could just stay the night, not really holding his breath for the answer he wanted to hear. He put on a smile and a soft laugh as he even asked, trying to hide the desperation of wanting Draken to stay. The house just felt empty even though his family was here, he just wished to not sleep alone in his room tonight. Just tonight, but he figured Draken would need to go home, they didn’t plan a sleepover, and that's okay if he couldn’t stay. However, the reply he got was something he wasn’t expecting. Black eyes blinking at Draken before his smile turned genuine. 

“ Really? You can? ” The excitement was something Mikey couldn’t hide. “ Aw, Kenny wants to spend the night with me! ” He teased as if he hadn't been the one to ask. 

Mikey moved from the floor towards his bed to grab a pillow off of it. With a quick flick of the wrist he threw the pillow at Draken, letting out a burst of laughter regardless if it either hit Draken or Draken caught it. He seemed to be back to his carefree self, thankful for Draken to stay with him when he really didn’t have to. 

“ Let’s go see if we can find you some pajamas. ” There was no way Draken would fit into his clothes, he was way too short.

[requiemofrebellion]

@galaxythixf - starter.

“ Kenny! ” Mikey was nearly skipping down the sidewalk, black eyes fixated on his best friend. A smile was upon his face, being in one of his good and upbeat moods today. His bike parked a bit down as it was the only parking he could find in this part of the city. 

“ You’re not busy right now are you? ” Mikey stopped once he got close enough to the other. Head tilted up to look up at him, hands shoving themselves into his pockets and his form became relaxed. “ I wanted to try this new dessert place and I didn’t want to go alone. So, won’t you come with me, Kenny? ”