just so you all know if you didn't already but if there's miche content i will be there. even if you don't see my comment or like or whatever just know i have been there. i have seen it. i will visit it again. official content, fanart, fics, screencaps, all of it. keep this in mind
a/n: yay another one written from my phone! I'm trying to end doom scrolling one drabble/mini fic at a time, and of course it's somewhat plucked from my life [if only I had an irl Miche by my side]
modern au, tattoo artist au - unedited
"I think ..." [Y/n] hugged her knees to her shoulders, watching Miche work on Erwin's car. That alone made him stop and look at her.
"Shit, you do that?"
She feigned a sigh, "Fine then, I'm never telling you anything."
A chuckle as Miche began wiping his hands, eyes inspecting the car. "I'm listening." Patiently. Always. And excited.
"Well, maybe it's too far to say it, but this month I haven't missed him. I think I'm successful moving on."
"That's good," crouching down, the anger he felt when she broke down crying in Erwin's living room made itself known. again. "It really is like that."
"I mean you guys help, too. Maybe I should get a tattoo ...."
"It's nice having you around, (Y/n)." He motioned at the keys on the table beside her, "I mean, you can help me start the car, too."
— Showered and dressed, Miche offered that he drive her around in Erwin's fixed car. Nothing more than a test drive, as Miche said. And in turn he'd listen to her blabber on.
This time about the tattoos she got, perfectly concealed under her clothes. "I mean, if you look at it, it's quite sad."
At the stop light, he dared look at her side, features perfectly illuminated by the afternoon sun. "Hmm? The matching tattoos part or?"
"OH no no no, the matching tattoos, I don't regret. I even forget I have it," she met his eyes, a pout, "He was one of the people who knew me before I had tattoos."
"A pleasure I'll never have," fatigue pulled honesty from him. "I'll bet all my worth and assume you were a wild one before getting inked."
"Oh my god, Miche."
"I've seen enough clients," he turned the car to drive to a familiar street. "It's the ink that makes them behave."
Parked in front of his studio, he looked at (Y/n) who's caught on. "How about you celebrate?"
Mouth agape, she looked at him, pursing her lips in concern, "I'm sorry, Miche, it's not in this month's budget and—"
He dared cup her face, "Woah woah, I'm not letting you pay anything, angel."
"I—" she looked between him and the tattoo shop, and then slumping down in her seat, "Alright, Miche. I'm putting my life on your chair."
"Thank you, Angel."
— "You're awfully happy," Zeke sneered when the two of them joined at the restaurant's table. "You two pulled shit somewhere?"
Smiling, (Y/n) rolled the sleeve of her left arm up, "Look! Miche drew me a flower band."
"HA?" Miche, tired from today's events yet content, acknowledged everyone's shocked stares at him.
Hange, who always teased him of his crush on their friend, now at a loss for words.
Levi only prayed that their would be displays of affection wouldn't come so soon.
Erwin and Zeke, his roommates, only shot him a look full of warning. Both hoping that he's serious with ... you.
All while (Y/n) looked lovingly at her new tattoo. One that Miche drew for her months ago, and hoped he could give her one day. "I can't stop looking at it, it's so pretty."
"It's not going anywhere," he chuckled. "But I'm glad, (Y/n)."
Morningg, I was wondering if I could get some random thoughts/headcanons about Miche?
Miche Zacharius Headcanons:
Heyy and hell yes. It’s about time Miche got his appreciation.
Miche is one of those scary looking men but really they’re big softies. He’s definitely a big romcom fan or anything with a good romance story. I think that his favourite trope would be soulmate au. Cuddling and Disney films is his idea of a wind down weekend.
Being the huge man he is, he 100% has back pain or neck pain or some type of pain after all that ducking under doors. That calls for massages. Imagine sitting on his toned back, just hands running over his shoulder muscles (*drools* is it getting hot or is it just me? 😏)
Speaking of ducking, he automatically leans down whether it’s to speak to you, listen or to kiss you, he’s already bent his knees for you.
Miche collects charms that remind him of you so you can add them on to the bracelet he bought for you for your one month anniversary. It was a cute idea but everything reminds him of you and now you have three bracelets, filling up the fourth.
He is impossible to surprise. Surprise dinner? Nope he’s already smelt the dish before you’ve gotten halfway through it. Ambush via hugs? Sorry but you could never catch him with his guard down. He can always smell your distinct perfume. Sometimes he purposely lets you “surprise” him, just to see you smile.
Okay, enough of the love crap, it’s time to get real. I will bet my entire family that this man has a hidden embarrassing tattoo. It all went downhill when him and Erwin decided to get drunk as a relaxing weekend. Erwin came back with the MacDonalds slogan under his foot and Miche decided to match with his childhood dog. Unfortunately for him his pup was tatted with a neutered label so I guess Miche is neutered now 👀
He cracks his knuckles like it’s nobody’s business. Levi hates it and once kicked him in the knees so he lost his balance and held him in a headlock until he agreed to never do it again near Levi. That’s 1-0 to the short people.
Miche has the messiest room from all the Vets. You’d think it was Hange but how their room be messy if they’re never in there? Miche’s room is just littered with food wrappers, drink cans, dirty laundry and the occasional “ frozen” sock if you catch my drift.
Miche drinks coffee like it’s his religion. But despite being the avid coffee drinker, he’s not picky. He’ll have anything as long as it’s caffeinated he doesn’t give two shits. Lattes, iced coffee, flat white, what the hell are those? He doesn’t understand all the words and doesn’t care either. Just get the man some coffee.
Miche can’t stand the smell of cigars and refuses to attend meetings if one of the higher ups had a puff or two before hand. And also, weirdly he doesn’t like the smell of chocolate. The sweet odour makes him want to hurl.
Alcohol might be a distraction for some (*cough* Pyxis *cough*) but Miche doesn’t drink. At first I thought maybe he’d be a bourbon fan but the more I think about it, the more I see him as saying no to alcohol.
Miche has a habit of slapping arses. He is that person who slaps your butt when you’re walking in front of them on the stairs or bending over to get something. He’s well known as the butt slapper among the Vets and his most common victim is Gelgar.
Husband Miche would be great with fixing bits around the house, making dinner and watching the kids - just don’t tell him to clean up! Or expect him to. He’s very good with his hands and has even planned out tree houses to build for his kids. He’d be such a sweet and doting dad. Overall Miche, he’s great.
I hope these are up to your standards. Thank you for requesting. - Kiki.