Identity V x Reader

Mike x Reader Part. 1(fluff)

Hello sweeties!
I really liked this one so I hope you like it too :)
And if you don't know the song mentioned, I will put a version from The Conjuring 2 because I love this movie and I love this song.

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"Oh, no, you didn't!" Mike Morton entered your shared home and spotted you on the couch.

"Yes, I did." You crossed your legs and smiled at him.

"Today is my day." He put his bag on the table.

"Today is my day." You replied.

You and your friend, Mike, had shared an apartment for two years and always fought for the same spot on the couch. It was your favorite spot on the couch and each of you had specific days to sit there.

"Look at the calendar." You said, pointing to his cellphone.

"Friday." He sighed. He knew Friday was your day.

"Hey, there's a letter for you. I think it's from a secret admirer."

"A secret admirer? For me?" He looked puzzled.

"There was no recipient, so I figured out it was for you." You explained.

"Why would it be for me?" He grabbed the envelope.

"You are definitely the kind of person to receive love letters." You knew that Mike was famous among the girls from college. "And I saw you with one of these pink envelopes before, so it must be yours." We have a Sherlock Homes right here.

"Okay. I will take a shower."

While he was showering, you decided to nake something for him to eat. You already had had dinner that night at a restaurant, but Mike looked so tired from work that you thought you should make him dinner.

"I smell the famous (Y/N)'s spaghetti." You heard Mike coming back to the living room.

"I hope you don't mind waiting."

"Do you need help?" He sat on the counter.

"It's okay, you can rest if you need to. You look exhausted."

"You won't be getting rid of me so soon, my friend."

During the process of making the sauce for your spaghetti, Morton suddenly took your hand and analyzed it.

"Job must have been hard these days, right."

"Kind of."

"When was the last time you did your nails?"

"Last month, I guess."

"Can I do them for you?" He asked, hopeful.

"Okay, but not now."

Mike was childish, but a cute childish boy. You were friends since you were 5 years old. You went to the same kindergarten, to the same school, and would obviously go to the same college. Even if you did different courses, you remained friends and had a brilliant idea to live together, as the university was far away from your hometown. Your parents didn't like the idea. Since they were kind of conservative, they didn't like the idea of their daughter living alone with a guy. Your father even said that he wouldn't accept if you came back home pregnant. You had to reassure them that you wouldn't be throwing crazy parties, doing drugs, or anything like that. Mike went to your house to beg for your parents to let you go, and since he knew them well, he used the argument that, as the man of the house, he would protect you. He knew that he probably wouldn't be able to, but he convinced them.
On the other hand, Mike's parents loved the idea. They loved you and, as Mike said, they dreamed of having you as their daughter-in-law. If you weren't his best friend, Mike would be a good catch. He was funny, kind, polite, handsome, almost perfect. He knew you better than you did. He would make your makeup when you had a date, he would help you choose an outfit, he would do your nails, your hair, help you with skincare. You looked so good every day thanks to him. And maybe that was why all the girls tried to get him. You had a lot of fake friendships with people that only wanted you to introduce them to Mike. Despite having a lot of girls and boys all over him, Mike remained single, and so did you.