Emo Trinity x Reader (Book 2)

Mikey Way x Reader - Evening Dance (Advent Calendar 2020)

Prompt: E: Evening dance (A night at a ball? Or maybe just silly dancing in the kitchen?) from kairaiimagines "Christmas Alphabet" on Tumblr
Reader: wears a dress
Warnings: somewhat angsty? But with fluffy ending
Word count: 1 305

The music was too loud to talk, and the glass in your hand almost empty again. Damnit. You had only gotten a refill a couple of minutes ago, but with the deafening silence between you and Mikey, you had reverted to sipping on your coke constantly, and now the glass was as good as empty.

Glancing over at Mikey, you felt the heat in your cheeks intensify again, just as it had been doing the whole evening long. But he did look so good! The black suit he was wearing seemed a tad bit too big, as if it had been bought for someone with broader shoulders. The white dress shirt underneath fit perfectly though. And his tie was the same silver-blue as the prom dress you were wearing. Embarrassingly enough the whole gym had been decorated in the same colours, making it feel as if you had been planned as part of the interior design; the awkward, quiet high school couple at the Winter Dance, that did not know how to talk to each other, because he had been pushed to ask you out by his friends, and you had said yes because you had been crushing on him since junior year.

If you were quite honest? You were pretty certain he did not want to be here with you. Probably he had his eyes set on some cute cheerleader, or one of the school band girls. Not someone like you. Why had he asked you out anyway? You knew it had been his friends, pushing him. You had seen them literally push you into your direction. And you? had thought they had tried to encourage him, because he was generally very shy, and what else were you gonna say but yes when your crush asks you out to a dance? But now it was pretty obvious by his cold demeanour that he did not want anything to do with you. The burning in your eyes annoyed you almost more than the realisation that you would obviously never get a proper chance with Mikey.

Sighing quietly you took the last sip of your coke, and pushed away from the table. If he already did not want to talk, you might as well enjoy yourself.

"Would you like to dance," you asked, over the table, almost screaming so he would notice you over the loud music.

Mikey's head whipped around, his eyes wide.

"I- uh," he glanced to the dancefloor to his classmates, all swirling girls around, and laughing. "I don't really dance." And never before did he regret not having taken dancing lessons as much as in that moment.

"Oh-"

That was it then, right? He had dragged you here, barely conversed with you, did not want to dance? So you might as well go home, right? No need to play the "got asked out as a dare and has to suffer through the even now, poor thing"-kid anymore.

Mikey watched as you picked up your empty glass, and started turning away.

"Do you want me to get you another drink," he quickly offered, turning his body more into your direction.

"No thanks, I think I'm going home," you replied without looking at him. Otherwise he would have seen the tears of hurt and frustration swimming in your eyes.

It felt as if Mikey had been thrown into an ice crusted river. All his senses went numb at once, the music got drowned out by the hammering of his heart, the only thing he saw clearly was you, walking away from him, tiny reflections of blue tinsel skipping over your bare shoulders, specks of light from the effect spotlights catching in your hair, a glimmer of blue and silver.

It took him almost an entire minute before Mikey was able to shake of the shock, and his feet followed the direction his heart was leading him in. He caught up with you just outside the doors of the gym, his hand unexpectedly wrapping around your wrist.

"I-"

He stared at you, and felt like he had been thrown into that river all over again, as he saw the tears rolling down your cheeks.

"It's fine," you told him, your voice cold, your eyes faking confidence, "you don't have to go to a prom with someone if you don't like 'em. Go on, have fun with your friends."

That you were not trying to pull your hand away from him, gave him the hope that you might not mean what you had said.

"I'm sorry," he apologised, talking suddenly seeming so much easier than it had all evening long. "I really wanted to come here with you, and then I got all nervous and shy, and I know you wanna dance, and I'd love to dance with you, but I suck at dancing, and I suck at small talk. And I'm already quiet at the best of times, but I like you so much, and it just makes me so much more nervous to talk. I get that you wanna go home, but I'd really like to give me a second-" he stopped. No. He had messed up. He needed to live with the consequences of that. "You don't deserve to be treated like that," he sadly hung his head, letting go of your hand. "It's just pure selfishness of me asking you to stay. I just want to spend more time with you. But I can drive you home if you like."

For a moment there was silence. From inside there was music blaring through the open door. You had heard what Mikey had said, all of it. And yet your mind was stuck on one phrase.

"You like me?"

Mikey looked at you unbelievingly.

"Of course I do! I've... I've liked you for a while now," a blush was rising to his cheeks at the confession.

"But- I thought- your friends... didn't they dare you to ask me out?"

"Dare?" Mikey's voice had almost risen an octave at the shock. "They pushed me! Without their encouragement I would've never managed to ask you out."

Again silence fell over the two of you, and Mikey already started wondering if he had said something wrong, when suddenly warm fingers closed around his.

"Let's go back inside," you decided, already heading towards the door, but Mikey stayed where he was.

"You don't have to do that. If you want to go home, i can drive you home. Or call someone to come pick you up," he offered.

Surprised you turned around to him.

"I don't wanna go home," you declared, your eyes no longer glittering with tears but something else. Excitement? "I wanna go back inside, and stand around awkwardly with you while searching for something to talk about, or have you stepping on my feet when I try to get you to dance with me." You turned to face him and placed a hand on his chest. "I like you too, Mikey. And don't you dare to think for a second you being shy would change anything about that."

Your heart fluttered at the happy, slightly embarrassed smile that spread over Mikey's face, along with a deep red blush. Quickly, before you could change your mind, you got on your tiptoes, and pressed your lips against his cheek. Mikey stared at you for a second, before bending down and kissing you too. On the mouth. It was a short kiss, but it still made your heart leap into your throat, and you found yourself looking at Mikey with the same surprise that was written all over his own face, as if he could not believe what he had just done.

You both broke into a broad grin at the same time, and wrapping his fingers tightly around yours, Mikey followed you back into the gym.