I'm disappointed in myself, and I pray he never finds this.
Anyways, to anyone who's reading this, I think there's not many mico x reader fics. And this is probably gonna be deleted. I don't know who he is as a person so I'm feeding in to your delu...
Slowly they reach to find Y/N look-alike, lets call her Y/M hahaha at the campus gate nagging the mico look-alike, lets call him Myko. Y/N and Mico slowly overhear their conversation:- Y/M:- Daddy chill..Im made to act like this for the propoganda
MICO:- who she callin' daddy bruh
Y/N:- you
MYKO:- Girl chill i'm out...hey wait a second how do yo-
Y/M:- Wait who are those two?
Y/N:- uh...garderners
MICO:- look even my hair is a bush im so dedicated
Y/M:- Did you ask for the Mr. O hare special at the barbers shop
MYKO:- He looks quite beautiful if I say so myself
MICO:- Thank you, young lad!
Y/N:- *rolls her eyes* uh..so we better get going now haha!
MYKO:- Hol' up, look at the camera act like you're smart and say your favourite artist's name
This Myko was the same mico y/n knew, just with another more delicate hint of boyish charm. His voice was more feminine with a duality of being both light-hearted and meaningful. (we killed ourselves after writing this). He brings out his camera man and starts recording. Guess this Mico didn't drop out to produce music to cry over an ABG (or B i can't even guess atp)
MYKO: hi, who's your favourite artist?
Y/N: Its Mozart!
MICO: oh shoot!
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MYKO: Mozart huh..never heard of him..but hey M for Mozart M for.... *he waits for her to complete the sentence*
Y/N: micellular facewash?
MYKO: Close but its ME myko from your hoetown, Montreal.
Y/N: Wait what the fuck is a montreal
MICO: Girl, it's a brand for lesbians
Y/M: Its this city , dipshits
MYKO: Haha! Now I know why Trump won
Y/M: This is Canada dumb bitch
MYKO: CUT THE CAMERAS
MICO: Handsome boy, isn't it tramp not trump?
Y/N: I'm KMS
MYKO: Kiss,marry and SURF
Y/M: Were the literacy rates faked?
Y/N: OMG girl so true
Y/M: You're part of the reason I said that.
MYKO: What's the spelling of Montreal I need to upload this.
MICO: Hold on bro let me google it, hey Y/N what's the spelling of Montreal I need to search the spelling
Y/N: This is what happens when you drop out
Y/M: As if you didn't, gardener. Go back to working with your bushy boyfriend
MICO: I am CLEAN SHAVED
Y/N: You're not my boyfriend
MICO: Ouchies >.<
Y/M: Call me to the wedding, yeah?
MYKO: I doubt they'll be able to afford that
Y/M: Your bank balance is lower than all THEIR grades combined
MICO,Y/N: EXCUSE ME
MICO: I don't even have grades
Suddenly, comes up Myko's biological uncle, Bruno Mars (no racial profile we dont live in quebec, it's just because you all will see trust trust fam)
