#mickey haller x reader

[starcrossed02]

Friend of a friend

"Lorna! right on time. I need you to do me a favor. you know that friend you were talking about who was interested in handwriting something? What is it called? whatever it is, I think it should come in handy for this one." Mickey says, handing Lorna the paper.

"yeah! graphology, right?" the blonde says, getting her fork out to start eating from Chipotle. "I'll call her after my lunch, I haven't talked to her for a while now that I think about it though."

"That's it! alright, I'll need it sometime by tomorrow, the trial is Wednesday, so I want to be able to look over it beforehand," Mickey says, grabbing his suitcase. Izzy gets up and starts following him, probably to a hearing of some sort.

"Couldn't he just look over it in the car before the trial on the way there?" cisco asks, looking toward Lorna, halfway through her bite.

"I would think so, but if it's important enough then it may be more beneficial to be able to know parts of the analyzation without referring to it." The blonde says, finishing her bite of salad.

"that makes sense." cisco says, moving his beaning to cover his eyes to get some sleep.

"Hey, Y/n! it's been a while, it's me, Lorna! from high school?"

"Oh! hey, Lorna! haven't heard from you in a while, what been going on?"

"oh," Lorna says, looking over at Cisco, "well, I'm getting married!" she says happily, flashing her ring to her fiancé like he wasn't the one to buy it for her.

"Wow, lucky you! Who is the lucky guy?" you say, sitting down from getting your coffee. you didn't care it was 4 in the afternoon, and you were gonna have a long night catching up on the studying you missed.

"Well, his name is Cisco, we got engaged about 10 months ago, so our wedding is going to be about 3 or 4 months from now."

"Well, I better be invited! especially after all that drama talk we had during senior year, it was crazy how much tea we had on people back then!" you said, sitting down from pacing your office, stuck on this one page with such conflicting evidence.

"Oh my god! I remember that! it was so much fun back then, how about you, how's life been treating you lately?" Lorna says, continuing to eat her Chipotle.

"pretty well. I've been stuck analyzing this one page someone sent in for me. everything is conflicting like everything is in this paper! left-leaning, right-leaning, curvy, and boxy Y's. it goes up and down. both versions of the 2 on the date at the top, I don't understand! I've looked through every book I own on this, and normally I don't need to, so I don't know what going on." you say, giving out a very audible huff at the end to show your frustration.

"Oh, I thought that wasn't possible. I know it's weird, but I thought I remembered you saying something that everyone is different so nobody has conflicting handwriting. at least on the scale you describing."

that sparked something in you. you skimmed over the paper, making quick estimations on each characteristic. they all looked like they were the same amount. like for every boxy Y, there was the same number of curvy ones. "Lorna, you have no idea how much you just helped me right now. it's fake! every characteristic has the same number of conflicting ones! I've figured it out!"

"oh, that's good, You welcome I guess?"

"thank you so much, Lorna. I've got to go now, thank you so much!"

"wait! hold on! I called for a reason. not just to see how you're doing. I need to send a paper your way and get you to analyze it. My boss said he needs it done by tomorrow."

"Oh," you say, slightly disappointed. "All alright then! send it on my way, I'll try to get it done tonight, and I'll drop it off at your office tomorrow, does that work?" you finish, trying to sound more positive towards the end.

"yeah, that's awesome, bye Y/n!"

"Bye Lorna, see you tomorrow!"

"wait, how do you know when-" she starts, getting cut off by the sound of the line ending. You look down at your phone, confused about what she was gonna say.

"she must have been asking how I know where her office is."you wonder aloud, standing back up.

A/N: I think I said this in the last chapter, but please link if you have any constructive criticism!!

wc- 741💜

[greenbaby12]

Where are my Mickey Haller (Netflix 2022) x reader fics? 🥹

[lovelytsunoda]

dancing in the dark | mick schumacher

summary: after her team gets totally ripped apart in court, yn returns home and changes into some comfy clothes, content to lounge on the couch for the rest of the evening. however, that flannel shirt drives mick crazy, and he has other plans

pairing: mick schumacher x law clerk!girlfriend! reader

warnings: 18+ content, cutesy smut, (seriously this smut should feel horny and like a warm hug at the same time), mick says some funny things. the lawyer referenced is mickey haller from 'the lincoln lawyer' because i fucking said so. (i literally just realized what i've done giving her boss and her lover the same name lmao i dont know any other tv lawyers so this stands and im making it part of the plot) it’s actually shorter and a lil less graphic than originally intended dont shot the messenger

court was rarely ever pretty, but usually yn could leave a courtroom feeling like she did the best she could.

not today. she was shaky as she left the courtroom, even after mickey haller, the lawyer that she worked for, assured her that she'd done nothing wrong.

"that was my mistake, not yours." he had insisted. "everything you put in that document i told you to. lorna and i checked it three times before i filed it."

of course, that did nothing to make her feel better as she drove back home, taking the rest of the afternoon off. mickey had insisted, which usually meant he had something to work on that he didn't want any help on.

when she pulled into her driveway, she dragged herself out of the small car, and into her empty house. mick was still out, presumably with the dog. he had training this morning, and then a meeting in the afternoon, so he had likely taken angie to his mothers.

still feeling off, she stripped out of her court clothes, donning her fuzzy socks and a plaid flannel top. she let her hair down from its tight bun, gently massaging her scalp before heading to the kitchen to make a mug of hot chocolate.

the file was still in her bag, along with a red-marked copy of the form that had been misfiled. the entire trial had to be postponed, so the haller camp was likely the most hated set of people in that courtroom.

she turned the kitchen radio on, a habit she had picked up from her grandparents. her grandfather loved seventies music, so there was always some don mclean or dolly parton playing in his house when she grew up. she herself preferred the eighties: inxs, springsteen, blondie, benatar.

she heard the front door open, followed by the sound of mick's duffel bag hitting the floor. she listened to his footsteps, and it was soon enough that she felt his arms wrapping around her waist.

"i thought you were in court today?" he mumbled, kissing her shoulder softly. she could smell his cologne, a musky and earthy scent. something inexpensive, for he saved the dior for special occasions.

"we got absolutely destroyed this morning over a misfield document with the courts, so mickey sent us all home to regroup."

truth be told, it was days like this one that had yn questioning why she'd even started this job in the first place. lately she'd had more bad days than good ones, but lorna had assured her that it would pass.

"you know what the great thing about being alive is?" mick said softly, taking her by the hand and gently spinning her to face him. "you can always try again tomorrow. nine times out of ten, there is always a second chance."

"i know you're right. i just feel guilty since i was the one who drafted the document." it didn't matter that mickey checked it and lorna filed it. she was the one who drafted it, so the error was hers.

"your lawyer checked it over, right? and he didn't see anything wrong with it?"

"yeah but-"

'no buts. i refuse to see my brilliant girlfriend be down on herself for something that isn't her fault."

she was about to protest again when mick swayed their bodies into a dance, slightly out of tune with the springsteen song that was playing from the corner. 'dancing in the dark'. it was their song. she smiled despite herself, laughing along and joining in with the dance. mick twirled her around the kitchen twice before hooking his hands under her thighs and lifting her into the air. she laughed in surprise, gripping his shoulder as he carried her over to the couch.

she giggled as he dropped her onto the couch, climbing over her and planting himself between her thighs. mick leaned in to kiss her, his lips soft against hers. she smiled into the kiss, exhaling softly as she unconsciously bucked against his crotch.

“you know this shirt drives me crazy, right?”

“this one?” she pursed her lips. “it’s almost a decade old. it’s the oldest shirt in my closet.”

mick grinned, strands of blonde hair falling into his eyes as he nuzzled his cold nose into the skin between her boobs. “you’re like a sexy lumberjack.”

she laughed as mick kissed over the flannel on her shirt, slowly making his way down to her exposed hip where the shirt had ridden up when he placed her on the couch. "what does that even mean?"

he pressed his nose against hers, her slender legs wrapping around his toned body. "hey, pretty girl. what can i do? how can i make you feel better?"

"mhm, i think i have an idea." she smiled shyly, running a finger down his chest.

"does it involve you screaming my name in pleasure?"

"why yes, i think it does."

laughing, mick kissed her again, gently nipping at her lip before he pulled her into his arms, her legs securely wrapped around his torso. he carried her to their shared bedroom, placing her at the edge of the bed before sinking to his knees on the plush carpet.

he pulled his white t-shirt over his head, discarding it somewhere across the room as he lifted her legs over his shoulders, gently kissing up and down the expanse of her leg.

the sight of mick between her legs never failed to give her butterflies. he never hesitated to get on his knees for her, no matter how sore they may be in the morning. she never even had to ask. mick always seemed to know just what she needed.

her chest was filled with love as mick kissed, licked and sucked his way across her inner thigh. he was her sweet boy, her love. mick thought that she was an angel on earth, and had even made the cheesy 'did it hurt when you fell from heaven' joke the first night that they spent together.

he tongued at her wet core through the black cotton of her panties, eliciting a gentle gasp from the woman above him.

"you liked that, sweet girl? did that feel good?"

"yeah." she breathed, shifting on the bed, arousal jolting through her body. "i want you, mickie."

"it's so weird that you call me that when the guy you work for is also named mickey."

"it's spelt different."

"same difference." he laughed, pinching her thigh gently.

"i guarantee you that i'm not thinking about my boss right now, mick."

mick laughed, his warm hands traversing her thighs, up to her ass, and pulling her closer to his face. "raise your hips, honey pie. let's get those pesky panties off of you."

across from her, a large round mirror sat on top of the white ikea dresser, and she couldn't decide what was more erotic: the reflection of her blushing, panting face and the back of mick's head between her thighs, or looking down and seeing the look of lust and adoration in mick's eyes as he slid her calvins down her legs.

making eye contact with her lover, she teasingly began to undo the buttons on her flannel, letting the fabric fall away and expose her naked curved body to the man on his knees in front of her.

“you fucking undo me, baby.” mick said, voice husky as he visibly held back a moan. “so pretty just for me. I don’t deserve it.”

he gently ran a hand up and down her thigh as she used her legs to draw him closer to her core, the heat radiating off her skin and warming his.

he kissed her core gently, smiling at the soft sigh he drew from his lover before he began to lick at her slit, juices running down his tongue and around his lips.

“holy fuck.” she exhaled, throwing her head back.

if she looked in the mirror, she’d be able to see micks shoulder blades rippling under his skin every time he pushed himself closer to where she needed him most.

“yeah, you needed this, didn’t you? needed me to help you feel better? that’s what I’m here for baby, you don’t even gotta ask.”

there was reverence contained in every lick, every nuzzle. every time his nose bumped her clit. every gasp and moan she let out spurred him on, encouraging him further as he continued to make out with her pussy.

“fucking hell, mick. that feels so good.” she moaned, rutting against his lips. “oh, god!”

“atta girl.” mick encouraged, snaking his arms around her waist. “just use me to feel good, baby.”

she was flush against his face now, practically grinding herself against his tongue. she chanced a look down, moaning at the look of sheer lust in micks eyes as he met hers, his long pink tongue licking at her opening, face practically covered in her juices.

“mick, oh my god!” she squealed, thighs closing in around his face, fingers twisted up in the duvet as she tried to stay upright.

she came with a scream, arms threatening to give out beneath her as mick continued to work her to the edge, never giving up his relentless pace

“that’s my girl. come on, give it to me. I know you can, pretty girl. I know you can do it.”

she slumped backwards, allowing the duvet to pillow around her as she felt her legs go week. her hands moved to ruffle micks hair, a lazy smile on her face. he continued to kiss her thighs as she lay there to recover, listening for every breath, every soft sigh.

“how’re you feeling?” his voice was soft as he crept up the bed, gently hovering over her body. he laced one hand with hers, his nose running along her cheek.

“absolutely fantastic. you always know how to make me feel good.”

when he kissed her, she could taste traces of herself on his lips. in the beginning, she’d felt so awkward about tasting it. now? now it just served as another reminder of how much mick loved her. a reminder that he enjoyed pleasuring her.

“can you taste how sweet you are?” he hummed, kissing her softly again. “just like heaven, princess.”

“oh yeah?”

“yeah, pretty girl. I’m pretty sure heaven is right between those thighs of yours.” there was a sparkle in his blue eyes, and a cheeky grin on his lips. “you know, you’re more than just pretty. you’re fucking smart too. I wish I could be half as smart as you are. do you think that if I slipped my cock into you right now, I could absorb some of that knowledge like through osmosis or whatever?”

she grinned stupidly at the sheer absurdity of the question. once you got him in the bedroom, mick schumacher had no filter whatsoever.

“wanna try it and find out?”

mick drew back, undoing the top button on his levis while she sat up just enough to toss her flannel aside and move up the bed. she slipped a small throw pillow underneath her hips when the lay back down, sweaty hair brushed behind her ears. mick clambered up the bed to join her, large hands reaching to the knob on the bedside drawer for a condom.

he slid inside her with ease, buried to the hilt as he kissed her forehead gently. she squirmed underneath him, gently rutting her hips into his.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

his thrusts were gentle, yet still deep as he drew one of her legs up and around his waist, her arms coming to link around his neck as she pulled him close. he was a gentle lover, a passionate one. he believed in taking his time to make his partner feel good.

“my god, babe, you feel so fucking good. so good for me.” he groaned down her ear, teeth nipping at her earlobe. “taking my cock so well.”

hands on his shoulders, she could feel his muscles rippling and undulating under her dainty hands, french nails leaving small scratches along his tanned skin.

“oh, just like that.”

the pace was slow and comforting, sensual and erotic as mick somehow managed to make every thrust feel like his cock was going deeper, deeper, deeper.

“eyes on me, honey pie. I wanna see that pretty face of yours.” mick encouraged, seeing her eyes screwed shut in pleasure, cheek resting against the pillow. “where’s my sexy model girlfriend?”

a smile crossed her features, a moan escaping her throat as mick brushed against her spongy walls. she turned her head slightly, staring right up at his goofy smile and sweaty face.

he leaned down to kiss her, moaning into her mouth before slipping his tongue in and touching it against hers.

his hands travelled up and down her body, over all of her curves. over her breasts and rolling her nipples between his fingers.

“you’re so pretty.” he whispered, kissing her softly. “I love you.”

“mick,” she moaned softly. “faster.”

he smirked, snapping his hips quickly against hers. “how’s this, baby? you close?”

“yeah.” she whined. “think so.”

she curled her legs tighter around him, trying to pull mick closer and closer to her, trying to take him deeper and deeper. his breath was heavy on her neck as he left open mouthed kisses in his wake. one of his hands came down and over her waist, thumb rubbing gently at her sensitive clit. she moaned out a small curse, nails digging into his back.

“please.” she panted “don’t stop.”

his free hand desperately clenched around the sage green duvet, his grip white-knuckled. her walls contracted around his cock, causing his eyes to roll into the back of his head. he swore in german, his hips faltering as he tried to keep his composure.

“give it to me baby, come on, I know you can. keep taking my cock. fucking shit, baby, I’m not gonna last.”

“mick!” she screamed, back arching, skin pressing against his, walls contracting around his thick dick.

her nails were digging into his back, her face flushed and facing away from him as she came. at this angle, he was happy to lean over and press gentle kisses to her face, softly whispering praise and encouragement as he continued to work himself to the edge.

his hips stuttered, cock twitching as he spilled into the condom, body shaking as he lowered himself to rest beside his lover. he had yet to pull out, their legs still locked together. her skin was warm as he pulled her into his arms, swollen lips leaving kisses against her sweaty hair and her fingertips drew shapes against the bare skin of his chest.

out in the kitchen, he could faintly hear the radio. it had long since changed from springsteen, now playing the dulcet tones of paul hewson and u2.

he knew he should get up. he at least needed to take the condom off. maybe pull a blanket over their bodies.

but having her in his arms was a type of heaven within itself. her scent overwhelming his senses, her touch comforting over his flushed skin.

he needed her beside him like he needed oxygen to breathe.

“mick,” she mumbled, head still resting against his chest. “I need to go to the bathroom, and you’ve still got most of your lower body weight on me.”

he grinned sheepishly as he disentangled himself from her, watching from the bed as she strode to the closet, pulling a silken robe around her lithe frame.

he was so in love. he hoped this would be his forever.

[starcrossed02]

Friend of a Friend (Pt 2)

I need her boss's number and see if I can get some more information on this text... you thought to yourself. you finished scanning over another paper when your fax machine in the next room started running.

You walked over to the next room and saw where it was from. And it had the address of her office on it. That's how I'll find her. You took the paper and went to sit back down at your desk. this one was looking a bit complicated, so you grabbed a few reference books to help you out. A few of the ways some letters were written look different than what you had seen before. You decided to take a quick break to ask Lorna about her boss's number.

hey Lorna! I need some background information on the paper, could you send me your boss's number, please?

Yeah ofc, it's 818-555-8126

Awesome, thank you so much!

you close out the conversation, and speed dial the downtown sushi shop for dinner. When you end the conversation, you grab your keys, coat, and LA hat. After you put on the hat, it makes your outfit much more casual. You walk out of the building and turn on your Ferrari 250 GT California. You scroll through your Spotify looking for a playlist.

You start to drive downtown, singing along to the music. Your phone goes off, and it's Lorna's boss, Mickey.

Hey, what did you need my number for?

You leave him on reading, deciding your life isn't worth it to text and drive just yet. You like to live life on the edge. some call you an adrenaline junkie, some others careless. You prefer adrenaline junkie. and you don't plan on going out of this world because you need to text someone back. 

You get to the sushi place, then text him back

I need some background information on the paper you had Lorna send over. Would you like to meet up sometime? tonight is preferable, but I understand if we have to do it sometime tomorrow also, so either is fine with me.

Alright, tonight works fine for me, where do you want to meet?

I'm at the sushi place right now, if you wanna come over here. 

OK, I'll be there in 10.

you go inside and wait in line to pick up your order. Once you get it you walk out and see a convertible pull up. considering it is late, you assume it's Mickey. He gets out, sunglasses still over his eyes, but even with those, your still jaw slacks slightly. He removes his glasses and puts them back into his car.

"You're Y/N, correct?" he says, walking up to you, and he extends his hand.

"uh, yeah, that's me!" you say with a cheeky smile, reaching your hand out to return the handshake. You make eye contact, and you practically melt at how pretty his eyes are. You're thankful it's getting darker because ur sure the heat in your cheeks would be extremely obvious otherwise.

"Do you want to sit in my car and talk?" you offer, gesturing to your car.

"Sure, I'd rather not be bitten by mosquitoes right now."

you walk over to your car, and open the passenger door for him. he sits down and thanks you, and then you panic once you hear the song that playing, and sort of loud too.

Spit in my face when you fuck me Play with my gooch, while you suck me Eat the dick like you ugly

that's all you hear for a few seconds, as you realize how awkward this situation is.

you place your sushi onto the car as you scramble to turn down the volume. As you scramble overtop of him to turn off the volume, you hear the song going

Her favorite thing to say is, "Cuff me"

and then you finally turn off the volume, you realize the severity of the situation. you're practically laying across his lap, after an incredibly suggestive song was just playing. You push yourself off of him, rethinking your birth.

You grab your sushi and walk to your seat. "let's never talk about that, agreed? none of it. the song. the, uh, position.  none of it."

"agreed. None of it."

You reach out your pinky for a pinky promise and then look at his hands. they are veiny. very veiny. You sure catch your staring, but if he did he doesn't say anything.

"ok, so let's talk about what we're here to talk about. The paper."

"right, so what do you mean when you say background information?"

"things like when it was written, where it was, and if possible, what this person's mood was."

"oh ok. It was written around 3 in the morning, I think at a 24/7 diner of some sort. I'm not sure what the mood was, I haven't gone over the CCTV footage yet, and I doubt it's gonna give much through the facial expressions." he says using hand gestures, it's like he's trying to seduce you or something. but the question is, why you?

"ok, that helps. was he with anyone else?" you say, writing this stuff down in a small notepad you grabbed from your purse.

"no, not sure. give me just a second, I think the police sent me the video earlier." he thrusts his hips forward in an attempt to grab his phone from his back pocket, and you swear you start foaming at the mouth. an image flashes through your mind, of you sitting topless, with just your underwear on. on top of his thigh, his lips moving along your bare chest. him staring up at you with lust-filled eyes with that gorgeous chocolate brown color.

Instinctively, you clench your thighs together, trying to relieve the ache of your poor clit. it's been a while since you've had some action and some good action? even longer. you had to fake your orgasm with your last one, and unfortunately, it was not your first time doing that.

its likely he saw that, but at this point it couldn't be worse than what had happened just 10 minutes earlier. Hes still watching the footage, and you take this time to eat your sushi.

"alright, so based off of the body language of him and the waitress, he was likely being slightly hostile, but it was only him as a customer then. when he first walked in, 2 friends were there for about 5 minutes before leaving, but other than that, he was on his own the whole time."

still writing that down in your notebook, he put his phone down. you looked up, noticing it had gone quiet, except for your chewing in your own ears. "what?" you said, looking up at him, mouth still full. he just kept on looking at you. little did you know, there were also images flashing through his mind. the difference between yours and his, is he though about acting upon those thoughts. imagining you on his bed, completely naked, and him on his knees for you, pleasing you in every possible way, your wish was his command.

At this point you had finished your sushi, placing the plastic and chopstick on the panel above the wheel. "you have something on your mouth..." he said while leaning in, he flicked his thumb across your bottom lip.

something changed in that moment. like a twig, something snapped. you pushed yourself foward, your lips landing on his. it was incredible. the best youve ever had, honestly. you kept leaning in, not being able to get close enough.

"do you want to take this to the backseat?" you said, parting your lips for a second.

he mumbles an "mhm" and you both get out and back into the backseat.

he moves to the middle of the seat, and you crawl and put your thighs on either side of his. you felt extremely hot, and you were confident too. you felt bold, even. so, you put your hand on his chest, slowly helping him take off his blazer. then unbutton some of his oxford shirt, but leaving it tucked in. god, he looked so hot.

you moved your hand along his chest, dragging your nails across it. with your other hand, you started palming him slightly. you could feel him growing beneath you, and it was big. you felt his hand rise slightly, gripping onto your thighs. you deepen the kiss, leaning into him even more. his hands rose, to your waist. then your shoulders, then they moved to unbuttoning your blouse..good thing you chose a sexy bra. pink, lace on the top of the cups, and a plunge. he stopped kissing you, and just stared at your breasts.

"see anything you like?" you said, as you grinding your hips down onto the tent in his pants. he whimpers slightly, and tilts his head back. you take the chance and start sucking on his neck, leaving marks that would be just barely visible above his collar 

A/N ok so I'm super proud of myself so far bc I really like it, lmk if I want a part 3 of this just continued and some more smut. (i will probs write it anyway as a self-indulgence peice) 1492 words!!!

@st-ev-ie

[starcrossed02]

this chapter ends with some kissing, and allusions (??) to sex, but no explicit smut (I still working on some but none of it seems right 😭😭)

"y/n, I, uh, need you, to come over. quick, ok? like really quick, please?" Mickey says and starts to feel slightly embarrassed about having to ask for help. he was a lawyer. he knows how to handle himself, but he just felt terrible that night. scared, alone.

helpless, even.

"Yeah, of course. I'll be there in 5 minutes. what do you need?" you asked, running for your shoes, and grabbing your keys and wallet on the way out.

"I, I uh, would rather, explain it in person, okay?

"Okay, that's fine. do you want me to stay on the line while I'm getting there?" you said, slotting the key into your keyhole. you put your phone into a cup holder, putting it on speaker with the radio volume down and the phone volume up as much as possible. shifting the gear into reverse, you put your right hand on the passenger seat to look behind you. "Yeah, please do. I need to hear your voice right now, y/n" Mick said, he walked towards the couch in the living room, sitting to face the door so he saw you right as you walked in. "Okay, okay that's fine. I'll be there in 5 minutes, alright? it's gonna be okay." you started, trying to convince Mickey, and yourself too. you were worried he wouldn't say what was going on, but with it being over the phone you could understand.

some things were just better said in person.

"thank you, y/n," Mickey says, getting up to check the peephole, and then walking to the pantry to satisfy his hunger. That was when he heard tires on the street, closer and closer. "All alright, I'm outside," you said, locking your car and coming inside. You hung up when you heard him opening the door.

"Hey," you said. you walked inside and put your purse down, turning around, and hugging him.

when he hugged you back, you could tell he was in desperate need of a hug. he buried his face into your neck, smelling your perfume from earlier that morning. he put his arms around your waist, holding onto it for dear life.

"do you want to talk about it?" you said, pulling away slightly, and looking into his eyes. you dragged your hand towards his face, cupping his cheek in your right hand

"not yet, no. but uh, thank you," he said, looking down at you. you could feel his beard on your palm. you kissed him, chaste, yet still passionate.

he looked at your eyes, then flicked to your lips for the smallest millisecond, then leaned in. It was quick, but it was full of love. warmth. care. all you could forever ask for in a man. and tall? he was everything.

after the kiss ended, you ran to his bedroom, grabbing his hand and leading him along.  he smiled at you, making you smile too. his smile was too contagious to not smile 

"sit. the edge of the bed," you said, demanding, but still a slightly playful tone from your previous moments.

he sat, and you straddled his thighs and pushed his chest into the mattress.

if you guys have any constructive criticism, do tell me. I want to be able to write, and write well. especially considering im the only person willing to write for him. at least i havens found anyone else. if you have, do let me know pleaseeee <3333

[starcrossed02]

Shark Week

THIS IS INSPIRED BY A ONESHOT FROM ANOTHER FANDOM

NOT MY ORIGINAL WORK, INSPO CREDIT GOES TO THE OG AUTHOR!!! WILL LIST THE BOOK AND CHAP NAME

@bookish_writer on wattpad, chapter titles "bloodstains" close to the end of the chapter list

(i copied and pasted this from my wattpad, go follow me on there too <333)

"no no no no no" you repeated to yourself under your breath, wondering how you hadn't realized it was already late.

"no!" you continued to mutter to yourself, trying to think of how to get up without waking mickey.

"ok! its ok! i can do! come on y/n! its ok!" you said, slowly working up the courage to waddle over to his bathroom.

"ok! come on, you got this!"

you slowly sat up, keeping your thighs tight together, trying to make sure blood doesn't get anywhere else. 

"damned gravity" you said, no longer whispering to your self.

you walked over to mickeys bathroom. while scouring his cabinets for a anything to use, you cant find a single thing. 

you give yourself a quick wipe down from all the blood, and quickly walk over to your purse in the kitchen. you find some black underwear, a pad, and a tampon. as you begin to walk back towards mickeys bathroom, you realize you are craving some chocolate.

"ooo! i should make some chocolate chip pancakes!" you think to yourself, starting to get excited.

you do you business in the bathroom, and go back to find ingredients for pancaked.

after a few minutes of looking up recipes, you hear mickey from the bedroom.

"y/n? no no no! god damnit! where are you?" he starts to breath heavier, his heart rate getting faster. he runs out of his room, almost tripping on the carpet in the hallway.

"y/n? where are you?" he starts fearing the worst, what if you got kidnapped?

 what if you got shot right there then taken and you were already dead?

 what if someone was taking you for ransom? he would give everything he had just to make sure you never got hurt.

as you begin to realize your fatal mistake, he practically sprints through the hallway.

still breathing heavy, he says, "y/n? are you okay? i saw, i saw the blood," he pauses, trying to catch his breath., " on the bedsheets. what happened?"

you just stare back at him, wondering why you hadn't thought to clean the bedsheets somehow. now that you're thinking about it, you wouldn't have been able to take the sheet off without waking him.

"what? yeah, im fine, perfectly fine!" you say, kind putting your arms up as if to show him something, but your not sure what. 

"ok? what's the blood from?" he says, still slightly out of breath. he walks over, checks your legs for any cuts. he lifts your shirt slightly, just enough to see your belly button.

"you haven't been cut? or shot? or stabbed?"

"i- its from," you say, stumbling over your words. you can feel the red creep up on your cheeks, looking down.

that's when you realize he's holding your hands in his.

"oh. is it your period?" he's asks, in the most nonchalant manner you've ever heard someone ask that question.

"mhm. im sorry, ill clean the sheets and make sure the change the bag in the bathroom trashcan before i leave." you say, rushing all the words out at once they almost sounded like another language.

you can feel the heat in your cheeks continue to grow at an even faster rate that earlier.

"hey," Mickey says, placing one of his hands against your cheek, cupping your face. "its nothing to be embarrassed about? I don't understand why you would be embarrassed about something 100% natural. and I can clean the sheets. I'm a lawyer. I've seen worse in photos of dead people, for goodness sakes!"

"oh. i hadn't thought about it that way before. you're sure you want to clean it? im fine, i can clean it. i really can. you don't have to just say it to make me feel better."

"oh, mi amor, let me clean the sheets. ill change the trash can, and ill finish the pancakes, ok? go lay down on the couch and watch something on tv, ok?"

"you mean it? you're not just gonna throw away the sheets?" you say, starting to tear up.

"Querida, don't cry. why are you crying?" (spanish for darling)

"its, its just the last guy i dated, he, uh, yelled at me because he was so grossed out, when it got into his bed. the one before, just, ignored the whole thing. like he wasn't grossed out, but he wanted me to clean the sheets."

"oh, im sorry that happened to you. they really arent men. they just boys." by this point, he had pulled your head into his chest, with one hand on your back, and the other holding your head in place.

you just started sobbing into him. after a minute of standing there, he walked you two over the the couch, and had you sit next to him, still sniffling into his shoulder.

after a good ten minutes, when mickey didn't hear anymore sniffles or sobs, he realized you fell asleep. he carefully got up, making sure not to wake you. he went to grab his softest blanket from the linen closet, and covered you with it

he grabbed his bed sheet, and brought it to the sink in the kitchen. he poured some dish soap onto it and started to rub the two areas stained together. after rinsing with some cold water, he put it into into the washer with some bleach and a heavy duty stain remover. 

he went to go check on you, and he saw you sprawled out on the couch, snuggling with a pillow. he smiled, and went back to the kitchen to make those chocolate chip pancakes.

*small time skip*

he walked out with a charcuterie board with your plate and some oj. he placed it on the coffee table next to the couch, and gently woke you up. after stirring for a minute, he said "pancakes" and your eyes shot open.

he smiled at this, and picked up the tray, placed it on your lap, and went to go grab his own.

by the time he got back, you were eating the final few, and asked if there were more in the kitchen. he handed you the his plate, and gave him a confused look.

"there's more in the kitchen."

"oh, okay then!" and dug in. he sat down and smiled at how happy and content you looked in that moment.

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