multifandom oneshots.

one.

ship: mikey way/ray toro.
genre: hurt/comfort.
era: 2007/black parade.
au: nope.
warnings: self deprecation/hatred.
summary: mikey feels bad about himself and goes to ray for help.
authors note: first oneshot ayyy.
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*mikey's pov*

"i hate myself. no one will ever love me. i'm ugly. i'm stupid. i'm not even that great of a bassist."

i lay awake staring at my ceiling. i look over at the clock. it's 2 am. these thoughts of self hatred just kept running though my mind. i need to talk to someone.

i threw the covers off of me and pressed my feet against the cold floor. i lifted my arms and stretched my back and shoulders. i slowly stood up and made my way through my dark room, being careful not to step or trip on anything.

i opened my door and entered the dimly lit hallway. i never liked the dark, but the warm toned nightlight attached to the wall comforted me.

i made my way down the hall, trying not to wake anyone. i then contemplated whether i should wake everyone up. i don't know if i can handle talking to just one of the guys. in the end, gerard would be pissed if i woke him up, bob isn't the most comforting person and, frank literally doesn't wake up at all. he's basically dead during the night.

so after this process of elimination, ray is my choice. not that i'm mad about it. ray is a very easy person to talk to about my feelings. even if i do have a crush on him.

i made my way towards ray's bedroom door. i opened it a small bit and looked inside. it was dark. the light of the hallway entered the dark room.

"ray." i whispered. "mikey?" "are you okay?" he said as he rolled over. "yeah i just need to talk to someone." i said nervously.

"oh okay." "come sit down and talk to me." he whispered sweetly. i made my way over to the other side of his bed as he turned the lamp on next to his bed.

"so what's up mikes?" he said, turning towards me. "i've been feeling super bad about myself lately." "i can't stop these thoughts running though my head." "i just really hate myself at the moment." "im ugly and untalented and just a loser." i replied, trying to stop the tears from spilling out of my eyes.

"mikey, why would you say those things about yourself?" he asked in a concerned tone. "you are not ugly, you are beautiful." "you are definitely one of the most talented people i know!" "you are an amazing human mikey and i- i love you."

"ray fucking toro just said he loves me." "this can't be happening." "i'm definitely dreaming or no, i'm dead, i've died and ascended into heaven."

"you love me?" i whispered; tears running down my face. "yes of course i love you mikey!" "you're like a brother to me!"

and that's where my face fell into a frown. he doesn't love me like i love him. he only see's me as a brother. but then he opened his mouth to say something...

"or you used to be." "mikey, i've sorta developed, feelings for you i guess." "please don't be mad or uncomfortable." he said in a worried voice.

"ray, i feel the exact same." i replied with a smile on my face. "you do?" he asked. "yes, i've loved you for a while now." "all i've ever wanted was to kiss your lips."

ray didn't say anything. he just leaned forward and closed the gap between us. his lips were so soft and comforting. i smiled as he pulled away.

"thank you ray." i said shyly. "of course mikey." "i will always love you."