#mm77

[sj-sharkie]

Video I Can Be Trusted With and Can Act Normal About

[eklvnd]

[s1lkrabbit]

i think we’re alone now - Michael Misa x reader

now playing: I think we’re alone now-Billie Joe Armstrong

warnings: making out, sneaking around, swearing, the Sharks kinda babying Michael, posting this so I don’t crash out about shrockey

Your boyfriend’s teammates had met you three times. The first time, Michael had introduced you as his ‘best friend’ so everyone would leave you alone. It hadn’t worked, because it seemed like every single person in San Jose watched like a hawk to make sure you and Michael weren’t up to anything.

Now here you are, sitting in the backseat of Michael’s car. You were just supposed to drop your boyfriend off at his morning practice, but the innocent kiss he placed on your cheek had diverged into this.

Your mouth tangles greedily with his, your lip gloss leaving a faint pink sheen on his skin. He parts his lips slightly, allowing your tongues to slip over each other. He pulls away, panting, before placing kisses all over your face. You giggle feeling his feather-light touches on your soft skin. Once he stops, you grab his face in your hands, squishing his cheeks together.

“You’re so pretty.” You hum, tracing over his features with your eyes. His cheeks go warm at your praise. You lean down towards his neck and look up at him, silently asking if you can leave your mark on him.

“Please.” He whines, craving the scrape of your teeth against his jugular.

You indulge him, kissing the spot where his neck and shoulders connect. You use your canines to nip at his neck, being careful not to puncture the sensitive skin. You feel him clench his jaw, the muscles in his neck seizing up. He pushes one hand in your hair while the other rests on your thigh.

You’re in the middle of sucking a small bruise onto Michael’s skin, when a buzz comes from his bag. You pull away from him as he grabs his phone. It’s a text from Sam.

‘Dude where are you? Your car’s here, but you’re not.’

“Shit.” He shuts off his phone. You both completely forgot about his practice.

“Fuck I’m so sorry.” You stare at the growing hickey on his neck.

“Don’t apologize baby. It’s my fault we got carried away. Besides no one’s gonna notice.” Michael grabs his bag and smooths out his hair. He kisses the top of your head. “I’ll see you later, I love you.” He whispers as he leaves the car. You’re gonna do the same thing you do every practice, wait for him in the car, and then he and you will go to lunch together. His practices never go longer than an hour anyway.

꒰ྀི১ ໒꒱ིྀ

Michael rushes inside, being sure to cover his lower neck with his hoodie. Sam sighs when he sees the boy speed walking inside.

“There you are, I was worried you ditched.”

Michael forces a laugh. “Sorry I was looking for my knee pad, I dropped it between the seats in my car.” He lies without even thinking about it. Sam narrows his eyes in suspicion, but doesn’t press the younger boy, just pulling him into the locker room.

“Just hurry up before Warso loses it at you.”

꒰ྀི১ ໒꒱ིྀ

After practice Michael is getting changed when Mario, Toff, and Reavo come into the locker room. Michael throws a small ‘hey’ in their direction before pulling off his undershirt. He turns to grab his hoodie but a loud laugh from the other side of the room stops him.

“Mis did you get punched in the neck?” Reavo chirps him.

Shit. The black and blue mark on his neck was out in the open. He pulls his hoodie over his head as quickly as possible to hide it.

“Um, would you believe me if I said yes?” He says, obviously guilty. Toff crosses his arms, standing infront of Misa.

“Where’d that come from?” Toff asks in his best strict dad voice.

Michael looks down, his cheeks turning red. “My girlfriend.” He mumbles.

“Girlfriend?!” Mar shouts, causing Ned and Sam to come in.

“What’s happening, why are we screaming?” Ned asks, concerned.

“Misa has a girlfriend and he didn’t tell us.” Toff informs them. “And she left a huge hickey on his neck.” Sam smiles and goes to dap up Michael.

“Hell yeah dude good for you.”

“The baby of the team has a girlfriend, they grow up so fast.” Mario pretends to wipe away tears.

“Seriously though, please tell me you’re being safe. You are far too young to be getting a girl pregnant.” Toff looks at Michael.

“Ew. Please never ask me that.” Michael grimaces.

“I’m just making sure!” Toff backs off. Ryan comes over and smacks Michael on the back.

“Congrats on your first girlfriend. I guess you’re not a baby anymore.” Michael laughs and grabs his bag.

“I have to go, me and my girl are hanging out.” He puts emphasis on the words my girl. He exits the locker room grinning from ear to ear.

“Don’t get carried away again!” Ned yells after him.

Michael knows he’s never going to hear the end of this from his team, but he really doesn’t care because now he doesn’t have to hide you.

[cantteachthat]

why is this the first time i draw misa bro

[rinkmuse]

do you remember when cat toffoli said that she came home one time and called her dog with a high pitched "hey babyyy" and misa went "hey" thinking she meant him?

I just saw that clip again today and I feel that's such good inspiration for a cute little blurb, but I genuinely can't come up with a good idea😭😭

almost something

pairing: michael misa x reader summary: when you're more than friends, but not exactly dating either and don't want to overstep boundaries warnings: fluff part 2 part 3

wc: 1k

there's always been a sort of tension between the two of you -- always standing half a step closer to each other than you should be, saying things that mean a little more than what they're supposed to. you both feel like you're more than friends, but not quite together just yet.

it's not enough to put a label on anything, but it's enough that the both of you notice that you have something for each other.

michael's at your place more often than not. it's now become part of his routine without either of you realising it or pointing it out. he'll drop his bag by the door, take a spot on your couch, and complain and debrief about his games or practices. you always pretend not to wait for it, but in actuality you're always excited to hear what he has to say.

tonight is no different. he's stretched out on your couch, the tv on humming lowly with something neither of you were really watching or paying attention to. you're hovering between your kitchen and living room after just getting home.

your dog awakes from his nap, scurrying to you, excited to see you. you're leaned up against the counter, and upon hearing his quick footsteps, you call out without thinking a quick, "hey babyyy," voice slipping into a soft and high tone.

it's something you have always done out of instinct, but immediately following your greeting was a casual "hey" in reply.

you freeze up when you hear his voice. it definitely wasn't your dog barking, so you slowly turn around to face michael, and he's already looking at you.

for a second, neither of you say anything. your dog weaves between and around your legs, completely oblivious to the way the room has shifted. you, on the other hand, feel it instantly -- the subtle change in the air.

you clear your throat, already shaking your head. "i- that wasn't-" you gesture down at your dog quickly. "i was talking to him."

michael blinks, like he's catching up, then glances down at your dog and back up again. "oh." a pause. "...right...right."

he rubs the back of his neck, shoulders pulling in just slightly as he leans back into the couch, like he's trying to play it off but doesn't quite manage it. there's a faint flush creeping up his neck, and he lets out a small breath through his nose.

"yeah, right, yeah that makes sense," he adds, a little quieter.

it should've just ended there, but then after a second, he glance at you again -- quick, and a little unsure -- and there's something in his expression that makes your chest tighten.

"just...didn't expect it," he admits.

you huff out a small breath, turning toward the counter mostly so that you don't have to stand there and face the look he's making. "well, you weren't supposed to hear it."

'yeah," he murmurs.

you grab a glass, more for something to do than anything else, giving yourself a cup of water. the sound of water running fills the space between you, but doesn't quite cover the quiet that's settled in.

behind you, there's a small shift -- the couch creaking as he sits up a little.

"i thought you were talking to me," he says after a moment.

it's said lightly, but there's something tucked underneath it that makes you pause. you rest your hands against the counter, collecting your thoughts before turning back to him.

he lets out a quiet, almost embarrassed laugh, eyes dropping briefly to the floor. "didn't really think about what i was saying."

your arms folded loosely across your chest. "and you assumed i was calling you 'baby'?"

"i didn't assume," he says quickly, glancing up again, a little flustered. "i just- for a second, i thought-" he stops himself, pressing his lips together like he regrets starting that sentence at all.

you tilt your head slightly. "thought what?"

he hesitates for a moment. you can see the moment where he decides whether to just brush it off or say it. his shoulders lift faintly with a quiet breath, and when he speaks again, his voice is softer.

"...nothing. it was stupid."

you watch him for a second, the way he avoids your eyes now, the way his hands rest awkwardly together like he's trying to keep himself still.

"you're being weird," you say, but it comes out a bit harsher than you intended for it to be.

"sorry," he replies immediately, almost automatic. then quieter, "i didn't mean to make it weird."

hearing that made something twist in your chest. "you didn't," you say, a little too quickly. "i mean- it's not...weird."

he glances up at you again, searching your face like he's trying to figure out what you mean. you both just hover where you're at for a second, caught in that same in-between space you always seem to find yourselves in.

"we're not-" you start, then falter slightly. "this isn't...a thing."

the words feel fragile the second they come out.

michael nods, almost immediately. "yeah, i know."

there's a pause, and he shifts again, dragging a hand through his hair, clearly trying to move past the whole situation.

"still," he adds, "you said it kinda...like you meant it."

your breath catches, just a little, and you don't answer right away. you just stand there, looking at him like you're trying to figure out where the line between platonic and romantic even is anymore.

"i didn't," you say finally, but it comes out quieter, less certain.

michael nods like he'll accept that, even if it doesn't quite land. his gaze drops for a second, and you catch the way his hands fidget together before he stills them again, like he's trying not to give himself away.

"yeah," he murmurs. "okay."

you stay where you are for a second longer before turning back to your glass, even though you were never thirsty in the first place. it's always situations like these, moments where things are said a little too softly, and a little too honestly, before one of you pulls back enough to keep it from becoming something real.

a/n: i will be doing my part in adding to the michael misa tag song on repeat: dream of you and i - jeff buckley

[shastrae]

michael misa, physical contact seeker extraordinaire, putting himself inside of Sam's hoodie like he is a fucking cat or something. the first time he does it they are laying on the couch and he puts himself under the fabric, his head on sam's chest as he just stays here, in the dark, surrounded by sam's scent. sam doesn't know what to do, and he just puts down his phone to rub soft circles on misa's back.

'you good, buddy ?' he asks softly and when misa hums, sam feels it reverbate on his ribcage and its so fucking intimate to have him like that, all safe and close. sam understands this will be a recurring thing and that there is not stopping it.

but of course after that he complains that his hoodies are all stretched out and have lost their shape but misa just says 'buy bigger ones then' as if the problem is sam's clothes and not the fact that misa thinks a hoodie is made for two grown ass men.

but sam complies because he not so secretly loves it. he starts buying hoodie just one size too big but still pretends to be annoyed when misa invades his personal space. he likes the oversize look of it so that's no problem, and misa grins to himself when he starts noticing how much more space there is for him to crawl in now.

[hockeygirlyyyy]

hi twin, can I request a Misa fic where him and reader are making out and Toff or another shark catches them. I just love my cutie patootie Misa and no one writes for him I fear.

-🐰

Pairing: Michael Misa x Fem!reader

Warnings: suggestive, kissing, heated makeout, getting caught, Dickie being dramatic.

"We can't" Michael says as you drag him into a closet.

"Why not?" You ask as you close the door behind yourselves.

"We'll get caught" Michael says.

"No fun" you say before pushing him against the wall and kissing him.

Michael groans into the kiss before deepening it, Michael grabs both your hips and pulls you closer to him. You moan as he spins so your pins against the wall, he hikes one of your legs over his hip before grinding his hips into your core. You moan as you feel his hardened cock against your entrance, you thread your fingers through his hair and pull on it causing him to moan.

"Holy shit" you hear.

You and Michael break apart immediately to see Toff and Dickie standing there in shock, "Oh shit" Michael says.

"I knew it" Dickie says looking at Toff, you owe me 20 bucks."

"You were betting on my relationship?" Michael asks dumbfounded.

"Obviously" Toff replies.

You start giggling at Michael's offended expression, "Its not funny" He says.

"It is a little funny" You reply.

Michael places a kiss on your neck, "Not funny."

"Ayy not infront of us" Toff says.

"Then leave" Michael says.

"Gross" Dickie says before leaving, you and Michael hear when gets back to the living room, "They were practically fucking in that closet."

You and Michael burst out laughing, "Let's go back to your place" you say.

"Why?" Michael asks

You lean in and whisper in his ear, "I'm wearing your favorite lingerie."

Michael blushes before grabbing your hand and practically dragging you out of the closest, he barely says bye to his teammates before heading home to finish what you started.

[sharkuteries]

that grouse ain’t gonna grind itself