Cute Micky being cute to you. MickyxReader. Goodness, I write a lot of this fluff stuff... Do you guys prefer romance or friendship short stories?
It had been a rough day. Nothing seemed to be going right, people were rude, the weather was disgusting, and the latest project you had been working on was turning out to be a flop. The cherry on the top was stubbing your toe on the corner of the table, and that was it. Tears brimming, you slid to the floor, huddled with your face buried in your knees.
A gentle touch on your shoulder caused you to look up. A quiet voice asked, "are you okay?" It was Micky, dear sweet Micky, who was always there for a giggle. Micky, the one with the ridiculous antics. Suddenly, he was dead serious.
"Yeah," you tried to say, but it came out as a squeak, so you just nodded your head.
Micky kneeled down to your level, massaging your shoulder. "Hey, it's okay. I'm here for you." He plopped down to sit beside you, pulling you close.
That was it. The kindness broke the dam, and the flood of tears gushed freely. You leaned into him as he held you tight, caressing your hair and soaking up your tears.
After a time, you composed yourself enough to sniffle to a stop and pull away from Micky's warm embrace. "I'm sorry," you said.
He smiled. "Don't be, baby. It's okay." He stood up, then held out his hand to you. Taking it, you're helped up by him.
"Thank you," you said, wiping your eyes.
He nodded. "What do you say we go do something fun?" he asked, eyes sparkling.
"Like what?" you had to ask a bit cautiously.
"Oh… you'll see," he said with a grin, grabbing your hand in his, "Promise it'll be a groovy time." He winked, but not suggestively. It was a friendly wink, as if you were sharing an inside joke.
With a moment of thought, you agreed, smiling at the expressive, toothy grin that appeared on his face. "You better get ready to have a ball!"