Your peaceful slumber is disturbed by the creak of the front door opening. You pick your head up from the comfy pillow with great difficulty and rub your eyes as you call out "Mike?". He walks into the bedroom, his figure blurry as you open your eyes. "Morning Love, did i wake you?" "Its too early!" You whine, causing him to let out an apologetic chuckle. "Sorry about that, love." Michael was holding a bandage to his left arm in an attempt to hide it from you. You notice something wrong immediately and switch on the light. "Mike,.. you're hurt" He brought his arm into view. "Nothing serious, just foxy" "Just Foxy??" You sit up, wobbling your way to him still sleepy. "Careful there, love"
"Show me.. did you get it disinfected?" He nods "yeah" "God, what if you get Tetanus?" He shakes his head and replied. "I got vaccinated before, should last a few more years" Part of him is so touched by how much you fussed over him. He smiles affectionately his hand finding your shoulder. "Lets get some sleep, yeah?" You frowned at him. "I hate it when you get hurt, Mike.." He pulls you closer. "I know, love but I've had worse injuries before" your frown deepens. Michael finds it kind of cute. "That doesn't make me any less worried!"
He moves his fingers to your lips, gently coaxing a smile out of you. "I'll be more careful next time." You hold his arm gently and ask. "Can I see it?" He hesitates but eventually reveals the red clawed at skin beneath the bandage.
The red line marring his arm makes you feel uneasy with worry. He covers it back up. "Foxy is still my favorite though." You laugh, playfully scolding him. "That's what you've got to say for yourself?" As you walk away, he tugs at your arm and pulls you into a hug. You try to stay mad at him, despite the warmth radiating from your cheeks. "I'm still mad at you for getting yourself hurt." You pout. "I love you too darling~" He responds pulling back to press a kiss on your warm cheek.
The picture is a screen shot from a video by rawsnub on Youtube.
Hey, so, you’re like my favourite writer ever, and I was wondering if you could write a Mike Schmidt fluff fanfic or oneshot. I’ve been trying to find some for ages, and I would love it if you could write something for him, literally anything fluffy. I know you said you’re pretty open with characters/people, but if you don’t want to/can’t that’s completely fine. Thank you! (In honour of the new fnaf movie)
𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒇𝒕 ♡︎ (Mike Schmidt X FemReader)
Content: Fluff, Chick flick,
A/N: top things I didn't knew I needed cause fun fact Mike was one of my very firsts crush also Josh Hutcherson on those Jules Verne movies
The soft glow of your bedside lamp painted the room in warm amber, casting gentle shadows over the tangled sheets. Your head rested on Mike’s chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart slowly returning to normal after everything you’d just shared. His arm was wrapped securely around your waist, fingers tracing lazy, absent-minded circles on the bare skin of your lower back. The air still carried that faint, lingering heat, but it had softened into something quieter, sweeter.
You tilted your face up to look at him. Mike’s eyes were half-lidded, dark hair messy from your hands running through it earlier, a small, almost shy smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He looked… peaceful. A rare sight on a face that usually carried the weight of too many sleepless nights.
“You okay?” he murmured, voice low and a little rough, like he was still catching his breath.
You nodded, pressing a soft kiss to the center of his chest. “More than okay.” Another kiss, this one closer to his collarbone. “I can’t believe you actually found a babysitter for Abby.”
He let out a quiet huff of laughter, the sound vibrating under your cheek. “Yeah, well… I may have begged Mrs. Henderson next door. Told her it was an emergency.” His free hand came up to brush a strand of hair from your face, thumb lingering on your cheek. “Turns out getting to spend a whole night with you counts as an emergency.”
You smiled against his skin, warmth blooming in your chest that had nothing to do with what you’d just done. “Smooth, Schmidt.”
He leaned down, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your forehead, then the tip of your nose, then finally your lips—soft, unhurried, like he had all the time in the world now that he was here. When he pulled back just enough to look at you again, his eyes were softer than you’d ever seen them.
“I’ve been wanting this for weeks,” he admitted quietly, almost like he was embarrassed to say it out loud. “Just… you. Like this. No rushing out the door at 2 a.m. No falling asleep on your couch fully clothed because I was too tired to move.”
You shifted up a little so you could kiss him properly this time, cupping his jaw gently. He kissed you back like he was savoring it, one hand sliding up to cradle the back of your head. When you broke apart, you stayed close, foreheads touching.
“Me too,” you whispered. “I like having you here. In my bed. Not disappearing before sunrise.”
Mike’s smile grew, small and genuine, the kind that made your heart do stupid flips. He pulled you closer, tucking you back against his chest, lips brushing your temple.
“Then I’ll stay as long as you’ll let me,” he said softly.
You closed your eyes, listening to his heartbeat again, fingers tracing idle patterns over his ribs. For the first time in a long time, everything felt perfectly, quietly right.
Outside, the world could wait. Tonight, it was just the two of you, tangled up and warm, stealing sweet little kisses in the afterglow.
Your eyelids are getting heavier by the second, the warmth of Mike’s body and the soft rhythm of his breathing pulling you toward sleep like the coziest blanket in the world. You’re half-drifting already, face tucked into the curve of his neck, one leg thrown lazily over his, when his chest rises with a deeper breath—like he’s gearing up to say something.
“Babe,” he whispers, voice soft but with that little edge of excitement he tries and fails to hide. His fingers pause their lazy tracing on your back. “I actually have something to tell you.”
You let out a sleepy groan, not even opening your eyes, lips brushing against his collarbone as you mumble, “If you’re about to tell me you’re hard again, I’m gonna pass. I literally can’t feel my legs right now, and I’m pretty sure tomorrow I won’t be able to walk.”
Mike huffs out a quiet laugh, the sound warm and fond. He shifts just enough to press a kiss to the top of your head, his hand sliding up to cup the back of your neck gently.
“It’s not that, babe,” he says, and you can hear the smile in his voice. There’s a tiny pause—like he’s savoring the moment—before he adds, “Guess who just got a new job.”
That pulls you out of your drowsy haze just enough. You blink slowly, lifting your head an inch so you can squint up at him in the dim light. His eyes are bright, even in the low glow of the lamp, watching you with that hopeful, almost boyish look that makes your heart do a little flip.
“Wait… seriously?” you murmur, voice still thick with sleep and post-sex softness. “Like… a real one? Not another interview that ghosts you?”
He nods, biting his lower lip to keep the grin from getting too big. “Real one. Night shift security at this old family entertainment place. Starts next week. Decent pay, benefits eventually… and most importantly, it’s steady.”
You push yourself up a little more, ignoring the pleasant ache in your thighs, and cup his cheek with one hand. “Mike… baby, that’s amazing.”
He shrugs like it’s no big deal, but you can feel the relief rolling off him in waves. “Yeah. Figured it was time to stop bouncing between temp gigs. Abby needs stability, and… I dunno. I want to build something. With you. If you’re still in.”
The way he says that last part—so quiet, so careful—makes you want to kiss him stupid all over again. Instead, you lean in and press the softest, sweetest kiss to his lips, lingering there for a second before whispering against them.
“I’m so in, you idiot.”
He smiles into the kiss, arms tightening around you as he pulls you back down against his chest. “Good,” he breathes. “Because I’m not going anywhere.”
You settle back into him, the sleepy warmth creeping in again, but now mixed with this bubbly, happy glow in your chest.
“Night shift, huh?” you mumble, already drifting. “Guess that means more excuses for me to keep you company after hours…”
Mike chuckles softly, fingers resuming their gentle patterns on your skin. “We’ll see about that, geek.”
You smile against his chest, eyes finally closing for real this time.
Everything feels even more perfect than before.
A few nights later, you’re in your tiny kitchen, humming along to some cheesy ‘80s playlist while stirring a pot of your famous well, famous to you creamy chicken pasta. The whole apartment smells like garlic, herbs, and comfort. You’d texted Mike earlier: “Packing you dinner for your first night, no excuses. You’re not surviving on vending machine junk.”
You smile to yourself as you portion a generous helping into a reusable container, adding a little side of garlic bread wrapped in foil and—even though it’s totally extra—a handwritten note tucked under the lid: “Come home safe. –Your favorite geek ♡”
Right on time, there’s a soft knock at your door. You wipe your hands on the apron you’re still wearing the one with tiny pizza slices printed on it, because irony and hurry to open it.
Mike’s standing there in his new security uniform—dark jacket, badge clipped to the chest, looking exhausted already even though his shift hasn’t started. But the second he sees you, his whole face softens.
“Hey,” he says, voice low and warm.
“Hey yourself, Mr. Night Guard.” You hold up the bag with his dinner like it’s a prize. “Homemade fuel for your first official shift. Eat it warm, okay? There’s even dessert—a brownie I didn’t burn this time.”
He takes the bag, but his eyes are on you, not the food. “You didn’t have to do this.”
“I wanted to,” you shrug, stepping closer. “How’s everything feeling? Nervous? Excited? Ready to fight creepy robots?”
Mike chuckles quietly, shifting the bag to his other hand so he can reach out and tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “A little nervous, yeah. Mostly just… weird. But good weird. Steady paycheck weird.” His thumb brushes your cheek. “Tell me about your day instead?”
You lean into his touch, tilting your head to press a quick, soft kiss to the inside of his wrist. “Boring compared to yours. Just work, came home, made you this.” Then you push up on your toes and give him the sweetest little peck on the lips—barely more than a brush, meant to be encouraging and cute.
But Mike clearly has other plans.
His free hand slides to the small of your back, pulling you flush against him in one smooth motion. The bag of food gets gently set on the entry table without him even looking. Then both hands are cupping your face, and he kisses you like he’s been thinking about it all day—deep, slow, hungry. His mouth moves against yours with that quiet intensity he has, tongue sliding in just enough to make your knees weak. You make a soft little sound into the kiss, fingers curling into his jacket.
When he finally pulls back—way too soon and also not soon enough—your lips are tingling and you’re both breathing a little harder.
“Wow,” you whisper, dazed. “Hi.”
“Hi,” he murmurs back, forehead resting against yours, a small, smug curve to his mouth. “Thanks for dinner. And for… that.”
You laugh breathlessly, swatting his chest. “You’re gonna be late if you keep kissing me like that.”
“Worth it.” He steals one more quick kiss—just a soft press this time—before grabbing the bag again. “I’ll text you on my break, okay? Let you know I’m still in one piece.”
“You better.” You lean against the doorframe as he steps back into the hall. “Be safe, Mike. I mean it.”
He nods, eyes lingering on you for a second longer. “I will. See you tomorrow morning?”
“Bright and early with breakfast waiting,” you promise.
He smiles—that real, rare one that makes your heart flip—and heads down the hall.
You close the door, touch your still-tingling lips, and can’t stop grinning like an idiot.
Yeah. This is definitely the good kind of weird.
You’re sprawled on Abby’s bedroom floor, surrounded by a sea of Monster High dolls, glittery nail polish bottles, and an open laptop playing Monster High: 13 Wishes at low volume. Abby’s curled up next to you under a blanket fort you two built earlier, eyes glued to the screen, occasionally gasping at the drama while you paint tiny black hearts on her nails.
Your phone buzzes on the carpet beside you.
> Mike <3 :
> all good so far. nothing moving (yet). boss stopped by earlier tho… mr. afton. dude is kinda creepy. looks EXACTLY like the guy who plays shaggy in the live-action scooby doo movies. same vibe. same voice. i kept waiting for him to say “zoinks”
You snort so loud Abby looks over.
“Mike?” she asks, grinning.
“Yeah,” you whisper, already typing back.
> You:
> LMAO zoinks!! please tell me he has the goatee and everything
> also… you doing okay otherwise? 🥺
> Mike <3 :
> goatee included. it’s uncanny
> and yeah i’m okay. just… really miss you. place feels huge and empty when it’s quiet. kinda lonely in this tiny office staring at cameras
Your heart does that stupid melty thing it always does when he gets soft like this.
> You:
> i miss you too baby
> funny you say that tho… i felt a bit alone tonight so i came over to have a slumber party with my favorite sissy-in-law 😚
> currently giving her a master class in monster high lore. we’re watching 13 wishes and she’s taking notes
You snap a quick selfie: you and Abby under the blanket fort, her sticking her tongue out with half-painted nails, you throwing up a peace sign with the movie paused in the background showing Howleen and Gigi.
You send it.
> Mike <3 :
> …fuck
> you two are the cutest thing i’ve ever seen
> tell abs i say hi and that she’s killing the blanket fort game
> and tell my girlfriend she’s the best for keeping my little sister company 🖤
> You:
> she says “hi mike!! tell the robots to behave or i’ll come fight them”
> and your girlfriend says… hurry home safe so i can kiss you stupid when you get here
> Mike <3 :
> counting the hours babe
> keep my side of the bed warm (or abby’s floor, apparently)
> love you
You smile so big your cheeks hurt.
> You:
> love you more
> be safe okay? text me anytime you get bored
You set the phone down for a second, but it buzzes again almost immediately.
> Mike <3 :
> p.s. you in that old band tee and messy bun is killing me
> save that look for tomorrow morning
You laugh quietly, cheeks warm, and Abby nudges you. “You’re blushing.”
“Shut up and pick the next movie, gremlin,” you tease, ruffling her hair.
But inside, you’re already counting down the hours until Mike’s shift ends and he’s back in your arms.
Yeah. Definitely the good kind of night shift.
You’re at the stove flipping the last pancake when you hear the front door click open just after 7 a.m. The smell of coffee, bacon, and warm maple syrup has filled the whole apartment. You’d stayed up way too late finishing the Monster High marathon with Abby, but you still dragged yourself out of bed at dawn to get her ready for school—lunch packed, hair braided, everything. Then you dropped her off and came straight back to make Mike a proper breakfast. He deserves it after his first full week of night shifts.
Footsteps shuffle in, slow and heavy. You turn around just in time to see Mike kick off his shoes, still in his rumpled security jacket, dark circles under his eyes but the softest smile when he spots you.
“Morning, handsome,” you say, sliding the stacked pancakes onto a plate with bacon and scrambled eggs. “Sit. Eat. I already took Abby to school—she says the robots better not have messed with you or she’s coming for them.”
Mike freezes in the doorway to the kitchen, staring at the spread, then at you in your cozy oversized hoodie his, actually and messy morning hair. Something melts in his expression.
“You… you did all this?” His voice is rough from lack of sleep, but so fond it makes your chest tight.
You shrug, trying to play it cool while pouring him a mug of coffee exactly how he likes it—splashes of cream, no sugar. “Someone has to keep you alive, Schmidt.”
He doesn’t sit. Instead, he crosses the kitchen in three tired strides, drops his jacket on the floor without a care, and wraps his arms around you from behind, burying his face in your neck. His whole body sags against yours like he’s finally off duty in every possible way.
You feel him breathe you in, arms tightening, hands splaying over your stomach to pull you closer. He’s warm and smells faintly like the pizzeria and cold night air, but mostly just like Mike.
“God,” he mumbles against your skin, voice muffled and drowsy. “You made breakfast. You took care of Abby. You’re standing here looking like the best thing I’ve ever seen.”
You laugh softly, leaning back into him. “It’s just pancakes, babe.”
“No.” He presses a lazy kiss just below your ear, then another, lips lingering. “It’s everything. You’re everything.”
You turn in his arms, looping yours around his neck. He looks exhausted—eyes half-closed, hair a disaster—but he’s smiling like he’s the luckiest guy alive.
“Marry me,” he says suddenly, completely serious for half a second before a tired, playful grin breaks through. “Please. Right now. I’m too tired to get down on one knee, but I mean it. Marry me so I can wake up to this every day.”
You burst out laughing, cupping his stubbly cheeks. “You’re delirious from sleep deprivation.”
“Probably,” he admits, dropping his forehead to yours. “But I’m also dead serious. You’re too good to me. I don’t know what I did to deserve you walking into my life and just… fixing everything.”
Your heart does that gooey, flippy thing again. You kiss him soft and slow, tasting coffee on his lips even though he hasn’t had any yet.
“Eat your breakfast first,” you whisper against his mouth. “Then we’ll talk about proposals.”
He groans dramatically but doesn’t let go, swaying a little with you in the middle of the kitchen like he’s too tired to stand straight without you holding him up.
“Can’t move,” he mumbles. “Too comfortable. Just gonna stay right here.”
You smile, rubbing gentle circles on his back. “Okay, baby. Five more minutes. Then food. Then couch nap with me as your pillow.”
It’s late afternoon, sunlight slanting through the half-closed blinds in golden stripes across the living room. You and Mike are tangled up on the couch—his head in your lap, body stretched out long, shoes kicked off hours ago. Some random old movie is playing on the TV, but neither of you is really watching. You’ve been running your fingers through his dark hair for the last twenty minutes, slow and gentle, scratching lightly at his scalp the way you know melts him.
Mike’s eyes are closed, face relaxed for the first time all week, but there’s still a little crease between his brows. He sighs deeply, nuzzling closer to your thigh.
“Babe,” he says quietly, voice muffled against your leggings. “Can I tell you something without you thinking I’m completely losing it?”
You smile softly, twirling a strand of his hair around your finger. “Always.”
He opens his eyes, looking up at you with that tired, vulnerable expression that makes you want to wrap him up and protect him from everything.
“The job is… slightly creepy,” he admits. “More than slightly, actually. I swear I saw one of the animatronics move last night. Like, full-on head turn when I wasn’t looking directly at the camera. And there are these weird noises—banging, footsteps, little kid laughs when there’s no one there. I keep telling myself it’s just the building settling or bad wiring, but…”
He trails off, cheeks flushing a little like he’s embarrassed to sound paranoid.
You keep stroking his hair, thumb brushing over his temple. “Oh, my beautiful boyfriend,” you say softly, voice warm and teasing in the gentlest way. “You’re hallucinating from sleep deprivation. My poor overworked baby needs more kisses and way more rest.”
He huffs a quiet laugh, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “I’m serious. It felt real.”
You lean down, pressing a slow, sweet kiss to his forehead, then the tip of his nose, then his lips—soft and lingering until he relaxes again.
“I believe you feel that way,” you whisper against his mouth. “And I hate that you’re dealing with it alone in that creepy place every night.”
Mike’s hands slide up to your waist, holding on gently. “What if…” he starts, then hesitates, a tiny hopeful glint in his eyes. “What if you came with me sometime? Just to keep me company. Prove I’m not going crazy. Or, y’know, if I am… at least I’d have the prettiest hallucination ever.”
You pull back just enough to give him an exaggerated pout. “Oh, so now you want your geek girlfriend to sit in a haunted pizzeria all night with you? Bold move, Schmidt.”
He grins—small, tired, but real. “I mean it. It’d be less scary with you there making fun of me every five minutes.”
You pretend to think about it, tapping your chin dramatically before leaning down to kiss him again, deeper this time, until he makes that soft little hum he always does.
“Fine,” you murmur against his lips. “But only if I get to bring snacks, my laptop, and full kissing privileges whenever the robots get too spooky.”
“Deal,” he breathes, pulling you down so you’re half-lying on top of him now, arms wrapped tight around your back. “You’re the best thing that’s happened to me in… forever.”
You settle against his chest, fingers returning to his hair. “And you’re mine. Even if you’re mildly haunted now.”
Suddenly he lets out a quiet, triumphant little “yes” under his breath.
You glance down. “What’s that smile for?”
Mike tilts the screen toward you so you can see the text thread with his boss.
> Hey Mr. Afton, would it be okay if my girlfriend came to keep me company one night this week? She’s super into retro arcade stuff and promised to stay out of the way. Totally quiet, no trouble.
> Mr. Afton:
> As long as there’s no hanky-panky in the ball pit and she doesn’t distract you from checking the cameras, I don’t see why not. Just don’t make it a habit, Schmidt.
Mike looks up at you, eyebrows raised, grinning like he just won the lottery.
“There you go,” he says, voice low and proud. “I told Mr. Afton, and he said yes. With conditions, of course. No fooling around in the ball pit and I can’t get distracted.”
You burst out laughing, covering your mouth so you don’t snort. “Wow. Super professional. You literally told your boss you’re bringing your girlfriend for emotional support to your night shift at a haunted pizzeria.”
“Hey,” he protests, sitting up a little so he can face you properly, “I’m a serious, responsible man now. I have a steady job, I pay bills on time-ish, and I officially ask permission before sneaking my incredibly hot geek girlfriend into work.”
You roll your eyes, but you’re smiling so wide hurts. “Incredibly hot, huh?”
“Obviously.” He leans in, brushing his nose against yours. “And starting tonight. You, me, creepy robots, terrible fluorescent lighting. It’s a date.”
“Tonight?” you blink. “So soon?”
“Yep.” He steals a quick kiss, then another, lingering a little longer on the second one. “So you, my perfect emotional support human, need to take a nap right now. We’ve got a long night ahead.”
You pretend to groan dramatically, but you’re already shifting so you can lie down properly, tugging him with you. “Fine. But only if you nap with me. Someone has to keep the sleep-deprived hallucinations away.”
Mike doesn’t need to be told twice. He pulls the throw blanket over both of you, arms wrapping around your waist as he settles behind you, spooning you close. His lips find the back of your neck, pressing a soft, sleepy kiss there.
“Deal,” he murmurs against your skin. “But when we get there, you’re sitting in my lap during quiet hours. For emotional support reasons only, of course. Very professional.”
You laugh quietly, lacing your fingers with his over your stomach. “Obviously.”
The room falls quiet, just your breathing and the faint hum of the TV. His body is warm and heavy against your back, already relaxing into sleep.
You close your eyes, heart doing that happy little flutter it always does around him.
A night shift date at Freddy Fazbear’s with your boyfriend?
Yeah. You wouldn’t miss it for the world.
He chuckles quietly, eyes closing again as he holds you close.
The movie keeps playing, forgotten. Outside, the sun dips lower. And on the couch, you stay just like that—cuddling, comforting, falling a little more in love with every sleepy confession.
“Deal,” he sighs, nuzzling closer. “Love you so damn much.”
“Love you more,” you whisper back.
And for a quiet little moment, the world is just the two of you standing in the kitchen, clinging to each other like nothing else matters.
mike schmidt x his mcbling bimbo y2k bratty girlfriend 😊😊 (fnaf movie was set in 2000)
mike bends at the waist to chase after the rolling marker caps that slip off the precipice of the coffee table, sealing shut the plethora of drawing utensils that are on the brink of drying out. "is she coming over today?" abby inquires blindly, uncapping yet another marker to color in the triangle-shaped triangle that embodies a pink dress on your designated stick figure.
her elder brother sighs, gathering a number of six markers into his hand before dumping its contents into a woven basket beside the young girl. "wow, pushed off to the side, am i?" he pokes fun, referring to his own stick figure that is pushed off to the left to present you as the painting's main character. "good to know."
"you didn't answer my question." her tongue peeks out from between concentrated lips, and her grip on the plastic writing utensil tightens inside her tiny fist. "is she coming over?"
mike huffs, voyaging through the living room to retrieve various dishes to throw in the near-full dishwasher. "who else is gonna watch you? of course she's coming."
she pushes harder against the paper's surface, coloring in the dark forest green of the trees in the background of the image. "i'm going to work with you."
there's a knock at the door that interrupts mike's smart remark, and he tosses a plastic plate and its matching cup into the sink. when the wood swings open, you snap a bubble of bubblegum with your molars. "hi."
the velvet of your zip-up is soft against mike's palm when he slides a hand around your midriff, searing a kiss against the hollow of your jaw. "hi, dinner's on the stove."
"s'alright, i already ate." you wave off, kissing the corner of his lips. "are you almost done your night-shifts? thought that was our time together." you pout, and abby peaks over the saggy back of the couch to catch bits of the conversation.
she beams, nestling her chin in between the knuckles of her intertwined fingers. "are you coming to work with us too?"
your boyfriend groans, hand disappearing from your back. you snap your gum again, flashing a genuine smile at the young girl. "that's not gonna happen, peanut. i don't wanna sleep on sticky diner seats, babe."
abby groans, forehead falling into the back couch cushion. "why does everyone have to do what mike says?"
you plop down onto a free spot beside the girl, and mike runs a fatigued hand over his face, ready to jump in the car and take his scheduled nap at his new place of employment. "this one is out of mikey's domain, sweetheart," you purl, reaching for a magazine on the coffee table.
"mikey?" abby repeats, as if tasting the feel of the word on her tongue.
mike points a warning finger in your direction, and you hide your growing smile behind the top of colorful pages, earrings jangling with the effort. "call me that and you're staying here by yourself, you hear me? no more pretty babysitter."
Roller Rink (Boss! William Afton x Fem! Reader) - FLUFF
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WARNINGS: Age gap (reader in her mid 20's, Will is in his 40's), not edited, the fluffiest of fluff, Reader and Will skate together at a work party
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“Chrissy! Hey, hop in!” You call to the bubbly blonde who was already bouncing down the driveway, her skates slung over her shoulder. She piles into your Mercedes Wagon, vaulting over the middle row into the third row of seats that faced towards the back of the windshield.
“I can't believe your bosses rented out the entire Roll-A-Rama! They're so cool for letting you bring us!” One of them exclaims in the packed cab.
“Mr. Afton and Mr. Emily love to throw a good party.” You respond with a laugh. You pulled your sunglasses off the top of your head, shaking out your hair as it blew back in the breeze from the open window. You were on your way to Freddy’s annual summertime bash, your car filled with the excited screams of your friends.
“Are we going to get to see you flirting with your man?” Your copilot teases, nudging your shoulder.
You can't help but scoff and roll your eyes in response, “my man?”
“Girl, come on! You have been in love with this man, forever! How have you not made a move yet?” Someone else chimes in from the back seat.
“Because he's my boss?” You reply through a dumbfounded laugh.
“That just makes him even hotter.” You hear someone argue in response, a collective agreement from the rest of the car.
“You guys are ridiculous.” You laugh, shaking your head. “Just try not to embarrass me too badly.”
“No promises, if he's hot I'm gonna have to say something.”
You pull into the lot, recognizing a lot of your coworkers with their friends and family milling around in the parking lot, which appeared to be getting set up for a BBQ. “Everyone that’s drinking follow me to get wristbands!”
“Well, the party certainly has arrived.” Mr. Emily greets you all with a bright smile. “Ladies, how are we doing today?” He continues chatting casually as he checks all of your ID’s. He chuckles as he hands back the final license he had to check, “Hurricane has two r’s in it sweetheart.” She cringes as he catches her fake. “Are you driving home?” He asks quietly.
“No, sir.” She responds nervously. He wraps the purple wristband around her wrist.
“If anyone asks, you stole it.” She nods, the look of pure shock on her face making you chuckle. “Now, which one of you lovely ladies is driving tonight.” You raise your hand. “Alright, you know the drill. Go give your keys to Will, he's going to hold them to make sure you're good to drive before you leave.” There was a hurried, excited murmur through your group, a couple elbows being exchanged at drawing too much attention.
It wasn't hard to find him, the hulking mass of man lurking by the skate rental counter was a relatively difficult sight to miss. He straightens up when he sees you approaching, you hear one of your friends let out an impressed ‘wow’ as he rises to his full height. “Do us all a favor.” She whispers to you. “Climb that man like a damn tree.”
They all hung back while you went to go talk to him. You willingly surrendered your keys to him before he even had the chance to ask. “Planning on getting into a little bit of trouble tonight, are we?” He asks with a smirk.
“Me? Never.” You pout playfully at him. “I'm hurt that you would even think that, Mr. Afton.” Your heart races as you watch his silvery eyes flicker over your form.
“You're right, a good girl like you would never cause any trouble.” Your cheeks grow warm as you try to come up with a flirty response.
“The only trouble I can see myself getting into tonight is with you.” He raises an eyebrow at you, an almost impressed expression passing over his features.
“Is that right?” He chuckles, taking a couple steps closer to you. “Careful, little lady, you're going to end up with a lot of unwanted attention from me tonight.” He chuckles.
“Who says it's unwanted?” You shoot back, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth and letting your eyes wander over his strong, broad shoulders. “I'll see you later, Mr. Afton.”
“Oh, yes you will, rabbit.” He winks at you before you hurry back to your friends.
“You're seriously blind if you can't see how into you he is.” You're immediately pulled into the squealing mass of girls all fawning over how cute you would be with Will. You weren't going to lie, you were really hoping he was planning on following through on his promise to see you later.
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After grabbing some food your group headed back inside, laughing as you all laced up your skates. “Mr. Emily!” You call out to him as you see him strolling past with his wife.
“Hey honey, how are you? Everyone's having fun I hope?” He asks with a cheerful smile.
“Oh yeah, we're having a blast! I was just wondering if, um, if you've seen Mr. Afton?” Your cheeks grew warm as the question tumbled from your lips.
“Will? He's already skating.” He leans down to speak quietly. “Between you and me, I think he's looking for you.” He chuckles.
“Me?” You ask, earning a nod from Mr. Emily. “Why would he be looking for me?”
“I've heard you're quite the skater, young lady, and Will is looking for someone… well, someone who can keep up with him.” He chuckles. One of your friends elbows you slightly, arching her brow at you. You're practically pulled from the bench, getting dragged to the wall to look out over the rink floor. Sure enough, you found Will. He wore a pair of dark purple skates with bright yellow wheels, which easily stood out from his otherwise entirely black ensemble of jeans and a tight fitting T-shirt. He was skating in the middle of the rink, easily gliding around the center as he practiced a few simple warm up moves in time with the music that was playing.
“What are you waiting for? Go talk to him!” You're ushered out onto the floor, nervously cracking your knuckles as you rolled in his direction.
“Well, well, well, look who decided to join me.” He glides over to you, you thought your boss was a big man before, but seeing him wearing roller skates gave him a new, even more monstrous height.
“Mr. Emily was telling me you were looking for a skating partner…” You trail off with a coy smile.
“You think you're up for the task?” He rebuttals with a chuckle.
“With all due respect, Mr. Afton, I may be young but I'd like to think I'm pretty talented.” He offers you his hand with a gentle smile.
“Then why don't you prove it, rabbit.” Your hand slips into his. You both started off slow, just rolling next to each other at the start.
“I didn't think you'd be into something like this.” You remark casually.
“There's a lot of things you don't know about me, little lady.” He chuckles.
“I guess you're right, but there's a lot you don't know about me either.” Will’s hand comes to the small of your back as he carefully steps around you, avoiding your coworker that was sprawled out on the floor after slipping on his skates.
“I know a lot more than you think, rabbit.” You barely caught his response, the feeling of his hand burning against your skin.
“Oh yeah? Like what?” You challenge.
“Well…” he pauses for a second to think. You had found yourself drifting closer to him the longer you skated. Your awkward gliding side by side now turning more into a synchronized strut as you allow yourself to bump into his side. His hand slides across your back, wrapping securely around your waist as he keeps you tucked safely into his side. “I know that you don't like crowds, you prefer colder weather because you always get so, adorably excited whenever you can start wearing sweaters again… and don't think I haven't noticed your little Fizzy-Faz obsession.” He finishes with a laugh.
“What flavor-” You're cut off as he suddenly stops down to bring his face closer to yours.
“Cherry, because it always stains your lips the prettiest shade of pink.” He shoots you a playful smirk, noticing your flustered expression. You perk up when the music changes, Will glances at you curiously.
“I love this song!” You exclaim giddily. One of your friends whips past you, spinning and dancing along to the beat.
“You want to go join your friends?” He asks, you could hear the twinge of disappointment in his voice.
“If it’s all the same to you Mr. Afton… I’d like to stay here with you.” A smile slowly stretches across his features.
“You can call me Will, sweetheart.” He responds with a chuckle. “And I’d love to have a pretty little thing like you on my arm all night.”
“Dance with me, then.” You insist with a coy smile.
“Don't have to tell me twice.” He smiles. He maneuvers himself behind you, his hands coming to rest on the curves of your waist as he allows you to take the lead. He follows you closely through some of your favorite moves, “guess you weren't all talk, were you, baby?” You smile, taking his hand in yours.
“What can I say? I found a pretty good partner.” He chuckles at your response. You squeal as he tightens his grip around your waist, pressing you into his side as he effortlessly lifts you from the ground, spinning with you in his arms. You skated with Will for hours, enjoying some intimate small talk as he wrapped you up in his arms, his scruffy cheek pressed to yours as he leaned down to whisper compliments in your ear, each one leaving you more flustered than the last. He taught you a few more complicated moves he had learned over his skating career, both of you lagging as you fell into him more often than you would care to admit. But, every time Will was there to catch you in a strong embrace. Every so often you would catch sight of your friends, all of them ecstatic that you had managed to snag some alone time with the man that seemed to occupy your every thought. Your cheeks would grow warm as they would blow kisses at the two of you, one even screaming “get it girl!” As you rolled past, Will chuckled at the passing comment.
“It almost seems like they were expecting this to happen.” He says, shooting you a knowing smirk. Your heart pounded in your chest as you glanced up at him. It was the first time tonight you had really stopped to acknowledge how handsome he looked tonight. The corners of his eyes crinkled as he smiled down at you, his steely gray eyes almost seemed to shimmer under the neon roller rink lights. His strong arms stayed wrapped around your waist, muscles tensing under the delicate touch of your fingers. The musky smell of his cologne mixed with the subtle scent of cigarettes and machine oil clouded your thoughts.
“Will, I…” you swallow thickly, your mouth dry as you try to push out the confession you had been hiding for so long.
“Alright, you don't have to go home, but you can't stay here!” You both stumble slightly as the lights suddenly flash on, Will catching himself on the wall, pulling you flush against his chest to keep you upright.
“You okay?” The concern in his tone made your chest tighten.
“Yeah, thanks to you.” He scoops you up in his arms, carrying you bridal style as he skates towards the edge of the rink.
“Would you…” he sucks in a deep breath. “Would you like to join me for a coffee or something?” You can't help but smile at his awkward invitation. “Call me selfish, but I'm just not ready to say goodnight to you yet.”
“I would love to. However, I'm the designated driver for whichever of my girls didn't get picked up by one of your horndog chefs.” You explain with a chuckle. He carefully sets you down on the neon star covered carpet, “unfortunately, it would have to be some other time.”
“I could always help you get everyone home.” He offers quietly.
“If you don't mind being in a car full of drunk party girls.” You giggle.
“Spending time with you is worth it.” He slings a heavy arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side as you head to take off your skates.
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“You are huge!” Chrissy drunkenly slurs as Will slides into the driver's seat of his car. You attempt to hide your embarrassed expression, dropping your face into your hands with a laugh, Will simply chuckles at the outburst.
“Where am I headed, kiddo?” Will asks, glancing at her in the rearview mirror. She slurs out her address, Will seemingly having caught enough of it to know where he was heading. Chrissy sits forward, bringing her face next to yours in an attempt to whisper something, her lack of volume control at the moment made her attempt less than successful.
“He's seriously your boss?” You nod in response. “He's fucking hot… no wonder you want to–” You quickly clamp your hand over her mouth.
“Chrissy, you're drunk.” You laugh trying to quickly snap her off the subject.
“You're drunk!” She responds when she finally manages to push your palm away from her face. “I'm just saying, if she doesn't let you bring her home, I'm available!”
“Chrissy!” You exclaim in horror. Will snorts out a laugh at her statement.
When you finally drop her off your mind was absolutely reeling, not knowing what Will would have to say to you after listening to your friends drunk ramblings. “She's safely inside, her sister looked terrified of me.” He jokes.
“Well, it's not every day you have an incredibly handsome wall of man dropping off your drunk sister, I guess.” You froze after you registered what you had said. “I am so sorry–”
“So, you think I'm handsome?” You were nervous to look at him at first, not sure how that question was supposed to be interpreted. Your shoulders soften as you meet Will’s gentle gaze. You nod apprehensively, still too nervous to reiterate that fact out loud. “Well, if it's any consolation, rabbit…” He slides closer to you, wrapping an arm around your waist as he pulls you into his side. He gently takes your chin between his fingers, not allowing you to look away. “I think you're very, very pretty.” He growls seductively. Your eyes flutter shut as his lips come to rest against yours. Kissing Will was a lot different than how you had imagined it. He was surprisingly gentle with you, as if you were made of glass. His fingers gently kneaded against your plush waist, his other hand leaving your chin in order to cradle your cheek in his palm, his strong fingers lacing their way into your hair. You kissed him until your lungs burned, so caught up in him that you had neglected to breathe.
It takes you a moment to regain yourself. Your eyes hazy, pupils blown, Will’s chest filled with a sense of pride at the sight. “Will?”
“Yes, bunny?”
“Did you still want to grab that coffee?”
His smile widens in response, “of course, pretty girl. Anything if it means getting to spend more time with you.”
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Elizabeth and Michael doing Kiss makeup!! One of Michael’s favorite bands was Kiss. I wanted to draw some Michael and Elizabeth fluff since I make way to much angst lol, it was originally gonna be just the two of them but I decided to try and draw a background!
Backgrounds are something I am trying to get better at lol, so I used the bathroom seen in Sister Location as reference, but that bathroom in better condition during the 80s. Comments and reblogs are very whimsy.. I love to hear your thoughts! ><
✶ summary: you're mike's babysitter and you spend night after night taking care of abby. tonight you're exhausted and mike's the one taking care of you.
✶ pairing: mike schmidt x reader
✶ tags: no warnings, just fluff :)
✶ notes: i haven't finished the fnaf movie, but i've been a fan of the series for such a long time and i absolutely love it so far!! here's a short little fic that i've been thinking about for a couple days; i just really like the babysitter reader headcanon and had to write something with that <3
You gaze at the clock, which read 3:26 a.m. You sighed in disappointment. Although only a few minutes had passed by, it seemed like it’d be forever till Mike came home. You’d spent all night taking care of Abby and as lovely as she was, you were exhausted.
The whole night had been spent cooking and playing and looking after her and by the time she fell asleep, you could barely stay awake yourself. You couldn’t keep your eyes open any longer. Before you knew it, you felt your eyes slowly close and you fell fast asleep on the couch.
After some time has passed, you hear the door open, though you felt too tired to care in the moment. You are a light sleeper, but in your state, you could barely decipher Mike's softly spoken words as he came in. You sense his presence moving about the kitchen and you guessed he was just fixing himself a meal. You sink into the sofa, exhausted, lying down on the couch to catch some more sleep. What felt like a couple of moments later, you felt arms around you.
At first, you assumed it was Abby, trying to wake you up for a glass of water. However, when you sense yourself being lifted into the air, you quickly realized it had to have been Mike trying to get you off the couch. It confused you, but it was far too early in the morning for you to be able to care. You drift off once again, too fatigued to comprehend much more.
You wake up in the middle of the night to find yourself on a mattress and not the couch cushions you remember seeing. You look around, taken aback to discover Mike by your side, fast asleep and limbs splayed out. Taking in your environment, you notice a few dirty shirts, a couple of books about dreams and a Nebraska poster up above you.
You deduced that this was Mike’s room, but you had no clue what you were doing here with him, in his bed of all places. That’s when you put two and two together: Mike must’ve carried you here after seeing you asleep on the couch
You laid back on the bed and looked towards him. You had to admit, he looked pretty cute. He looked so peaceful right now; it seemed like he didn’t have a care in the world, a stark difference from his usual furrowed brows and dark circles. And for someone who didn’t have time to go to the gym, his arms were pretty muscular. You’d always thought he was attractive, but tonight definitely painted him in a whole new light.
You didn’t know what compelled you to do it, but you scooched forward so that your head was just a few inches from his chest. Although he’d been in a small sweaty office for most of the night, he honestly smelled pretty good; he smelled like pine and rain. His presence lulled you to sleep, and you soon fell back asleep.
You felt a subtle tug across your body, and to your surprise, it was his arm embracing you, pulling you towards his chest. You couldn’t complain though; it definitely felt nice. You closed your eyes again, a soft smile stretching across your face. You didn’t know where this would go when you both woke up, but for now, you were too blissful to care.
Imagine Mike and reader are fighting the reader leaves which xause mike to start to loose his mind but Abby makes it her mission to get mike and reader back together.
this was originally a blurb but it got too long so i made it a fic!!
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jokes aren’t funny
pairing : mike schmidt x reader
summary : mike and reader are in a relationship & they get into a fight and later into a rough patch. abby makes it her mission to get them back to being happy together.
warnings : fluff, slight angst (little sad parts), swearing
word count : 1k+
story under cut to avoid long scrolling!
you and abby were very alike. the two of you had similar thought processes, the same imaginary friends, you both liked to dance, that’s why it was perfect for her when you and mike started dating. she finally felt like someone understood her in a way only girls could.
so, you and abby formed a friendship. you’d play together, you’d babysit her while mike was at work, and it was going great. up until mike’s work schedule started to affect his mood and the time both of you spent together. him taking the nightshift made it difficult for you to spend any time together.
so, one day when mike came home, and abby was supposed to be sleeping, you had a talk to him about it. that talk, however, quickly turned into an argument.
“i don’t understand what the problem is?” mike reasoned, louder than intended. when his volume increased, so did yours, and now you both were practically screaming at each other, which was the first time you’d ever done so.
you sighed and rolled your eyes, “because you’re not trying to understand? maybe if you looked from my perspective you’d realize how horrible it is for me to talk to your little sister more than i talk to you! i love abby dearly but i need quality time with you too, mike! i’m your girlfriend!”
mike rolled his eyes, trying to keep them open sense he had no sleep for the past 20 hours and was extremely grumpy.
“i’m sure you can survive without seeing me, y/n! i know i can. i don’t need to see you everyday to function properly!” mike said, somewhat shouting then dramatically letting his head fall onto the dinning room table.
“am i just some kind of joke to you, mike?” you asked, your eyes starting to fill with tears. it didn’t matter that you were about to start your period, you still felt betrayed and felt like mike didn’t care about you as much as you did for him.
“now where the hell did you get that from?” mike shouted, “i never said that!” his voice was filled with anger and your words couldn’t help but grow his annoyance.
“that’s what it feels like, that’s what you’re implying.” you said, before grabbing your coat off the couch. “let me know when you’re ready to treat me like your girlfriend. until then, i don’t know if i can be anymore.” your last words made him stand, as you left and slammed the door behind you.
mike swore loudly and sunk onto the couch, rubbing his hair with his hands in a stressed manner, not noticing the little girl peaking around the door frame of her room. “mike?” he heard her little voice and broke down into tears.
“what?” he said, mid sob, not wanting her to see him the way he was. abby walked out from her room, wrapped up in one of her blankets. she walked over to mike, unwrapped it, and placed it over him.
“where did y/n just go?” she asked, “and why were you guys yelling like mom and dad?” those words made him break down, he started sobbing, and it made him realize that he wouldn’t lose you that easily. he physically couldn’t.
abby could tell he didn’t want to lose you that easily, so she helped him come up with a plan. until that plan was executed, however, mike couldn’t sleep for days, and when he did, his dreams were all about you. marrying you,
it had been about 4 days after your arguments. no contact, no texts on your part. however, mike wasn’t expecting otherwise, because of your last words you said to him, so he had to make the move, the ball was in his court.
so, with abby at his side, he texted you.
y/n, i’m so sorry for everything. can you come over so we can talk in person?
and so you came over, and he apologized to you. and said that his job at the nightshift was over, because he chose you, over his job. and the fact that the building collapsed but that takes away the sentimental value.
and abby was happy, because she was able to help get the both of you together.
