Every Snowflake's Different (Mikey Way x Reader)

After all these years of sitting with the boys, you couldn't believe you'd never had a proper conversation with Mikey.
You knew he was very intellectual, his personality had always fascinated you. You always wondered how someone so smart, could be so non verbal about it.
You had watched the band practice many times and noticed how he was always very precise with the way he played, always making sure to get everything right. While he was very careful, he was also the one with the most input on how the group should perform.
Gerard always referred to him as "The Logician" of the group, which you would agree, actually you had a type for all of the boys.
Obviously, Mikey was "The Logician" that was well established.
You knew the others had personality types, Gerard had multiple, but Mikey always seemed reserved. He was always looking at the scenario as a whole, rather than focusing on the little details.
Right now, you sat in the music classroom with the boys, listening to them play, you had your eyes closed, getting lost in the music.
Of course, in your head, the song they were practicing was a little more fast paced.
Often, Gerard would sit with you and talk about how the songs could sound a little better, where the pitch could drop or the tempo changed.
You would happily give him your insight.
Like for the song they were working on now, Scarecrow, it had a more rock song feel to it, while you felt like, if they brightened the tone of the song a little it would work a little better.
You even had a few lyrics here and there that you changed when you sang the song in your tempo, in your head of course.
"Y/n. Hey Y/n!" you were snapped out of your fantasy world by Frank snapping his fingers in your face.
"Hu? What the fuck do you want?" you snapped, causing the others to laugh and Frank to look mock hurt.
"Well, I was going to ask you how that was, since Gee is to lazy to walk over and ask himself." Frank said.
"I dunno. Okay I guess. Wasn't really paying attention." you say with a shrug.
An uproar sounded through the room, the only person staying quiet was Mikey.
"Y/n you're in here to help us with our music." Gerard said, crossing his arms.
"Sorry. Look I-"
"Yeah, come on, you're the one with the musical ear!" Frank said.
"Just liste-"
"Our techniques can't be perfected if you don't help us." Ray said.
You threw your arms up in defeat, standing up and walking to the door of the room, "Yeah know what, fuck you guys. The only one that seems to actually care about feelings is Mikey, and he doesn't even FUCKING SHOW THEM." you say, slamming the door behind you and storming off.
You storm out of the building and towards the oval, muttering under you breath.
"Y/n. Wait!" you heard a voice call.
You recognized it as Gerard's, "FUCK OFF GEE!" you screamed.
The person came up behind you, "I'm not Gerard." he said.
You bit your lip, "Oh, hi Mikey." you say, looking at the ground.
"Are you okay y/n?" he asked.
You smirked.
"Oh god, y/n please don't. Gee does it all the-"
"I'm okay." you say, dismissing any thought of what had happened inside.
"No you're not. Don't lie." he said.
You sighed, "Mikey, trust me, I'm okay." you say, looking at him.
"How can you take them all picking on you? They said some really horrible things." he said.
You laughed, "Mikey, honestly. I'm fine." you say.
"How can yo-"
"Because two of my biggest wishes have come true." you say with a smirk.
"What's that?" he asked.
"Well first, I actually got to talk to you." he looks at you confused.
"We've talked before y/n." he said.
"No. Not a proper one, like this. Just us, but that's beside the point. The second thing is that I finally got to see you express emotions and that is an achievement in itself." you say.
Mikey rolled his eyes, "You are very unique in the way you talk." he said.
"Mikey, are ya stalling?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.
Mikey shrugged.
You rolled your eyes and wrapped your arms around him.
He flinched and hugged back.
"Thank you for caring Mikey." you say.
Mikey just smiled and hugged you harder.

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