#mike schmidt fluff

[janitorhutcherson]

fic out tonight but anyways

question for yall

do yall want a bpd/anxious/depressed baddie x mike schmidt fic too or nah

im having a not great episode so might as well write it out

Hello

Yes

No you freak?

Voting ended onMay 31

[janitorhutcherson]

GRUMPY!MIKE SCHMIDT⋆˚꩜.ᐟ - HEADCANONS

hi everyone :3 long time no write! while i work on something a lil more special for everyone, please enjoy some headcanons! not revised, put together while im baked. plz forgive me.

content warnings: slight nsfw at the end, subtle sexuality

grumpy!mike who gets so mad when the dishes are left in the sink, but he'll never say anything. he may grumble, mumble to himself about how he can't understand why you won't just put your dishes in the dishwasher like he does. he'll do them anyway, every single time, and you'll never hear a peep against it.

grumpy!mike who is subtly dominant. he's a control freak in everything he does, including with his person. hands always gripping some part of your body, rather it's your thigh under the table, a hand in your back pocket, or a singular pinky wrapped around your own. he never strays far from you. his gaze is always watching, his eyes ready to cut over to anyone who glances at you too long.

grumpy!mike who almost NEVER wakes up on the right side of the bed. he's always whining about the light, that it's too hot, too cold. on mondays, he's particularly bad. he'd rasp out to you, eyes still half closed, a hand lazily laying on his forehead. "you know, you'd think living through freddy's would make me happy to see another monday, but sincerely, fuck you to the beginning of the week still." you'd just laugh, inevitably having to tug him out of bed. you'd promise a cup of coffee and a kiss. sometimes that'd be enough.

grumpy!mike who owns any and every possible gaming system that was around at the time that he can get his hands on. he swears hes an expert on them all, that any issue with a broken one from the thrift store? easy peasy to fix. thats when you have to listen to him bitch and complain for a few hours while he trouble shoots the issue. you'e never minded, though. you'll lay on the touch, legs propped up on the side, watching intently. occasionally you'll offer a little support. maybe a quick, "you got this, baby," to which he'll respond, "yeah, well, we'll see..."

grumpy!mike who gets HANGRY. if he hasn't eaten recently, everything becomes overwhelming. tying his shoes, the tv volume, the way his hair is falling in his face. all of these make him antsy. he becomes clumsier with his movements, sharper with his words. he's never mean to you, though. the most you might get is a little attitude in the tone of his voice. he'll still kiss you on the forehead and remind you that you've done nothing wrong.

grumpy!mike who likes something on at night. he likes how the sounds of your soft snores and the tv drown out his thoughts. it isn't as neurotic as the nature sounds he once listened to in order to bring himself back to garrett. no, these are homely, domestic even. these are the kinds of scenes he'd see in the sitcoms he'd obsessively watch. a beautiful woman, a sharper edged man that feels unworthy of her love, and soft sounds of safety.

grumpy!mike who hates grocery shopping days because you both always wake up too late. it always starts with a fight over who snoozed the alarm first, but you always know it was him. the unmistakably gentle weight of his body every morning was a sweet little clue for you. you'd tread through the dismally lit aisles, the saturday afternoon rush making the place packed like a can of sardines. you'd do it best to make it through, and you'd reward yourselves with some sort of treat every time.

grumpy!mike who is a FREAK in the SHEETS. remember how he's a control freak? same in the bed, baby. hands on the neck, in the hair. bite marks everywhere. he's an eater, too. he'll do whatever to hear you whimper. all in all, that's the number one priority.

[janitorhutcherson]

hellooooooooooo🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

gonna pump out a fic in the next day or two! what do we WANT everyone?!?

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bimbo!reader x grumpy!mike schmidt (fluff/angst(ish?))

permastoned mike blurb (smut or fluff)

femdom!reader x sub!mike (smut)

Voting ended onMay 28

[janitorhutcherson]

im bringing back the fucking jhutch fandom rather you guys want it or not

[wholesome-holland]

BIRTHDAY GIRL

mike schmidt x fem!reader

summary: mike (and abby) really want to make his girlfriend’s birthday special.

warnings: cuteness overload!! a curse word or two, really just fluff tbh with a slight sexual innuendo at the end. also, def kinda ooc mike but FOR CUTE REASONS I SWEAR

word count: 1.9k

author’s note: hi guys!! this is inspired by the fact that i turn 22 today so i was in the mood for some birthday fluff! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MEEEE LMAO i hope you all enjoy!!! much love to everyone<3333

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The morning of your 24th birthday, you woke up at your boyfriend Mike's house. You had stayed over the night prior, wanting to spend your day with him and his little sister, Abby. He had worked through his two days off the previous week so he could afford to take the day before and the day of your birthday off, that way you had him all to yourself.

It was around 9 a.m. when you stirred, the sunshine cascading through the thin curtains into the bedroom. You reached over towards Mike's side of the bed, expecting to find your boyfriend lying next to you. Instead, your hand hit the mattress. You opened your eyes and rubbed them groggily, glancing over to find the spot was indeed empty.

"Mike?" You called out in a tired voice, pushing yourself up on the bed. You pushed your messy hair out of your face, a small yawn leaving your lips. "Mike?"

Usually, Mike slept in any chance he could get, especially if it meant he got to be cuddled up with you in bed. Plus, he had a hard time sleeping most nights, so the fact that he wasn't still in bed was odd. You hummed to yourself before sliding out of bed, heading straight for the bathroom. You went about your morning routine as always— brushing your hair, brushing your teeth, washing your face, etc. After finishing up in the bathroom you made your way down the hall, peeking into Abby's room. As you suspected, it was empty.

That wasn't too odd. It was a weekday, she was probably at school. You shrugged it off and made your way into the kitchen. The house wasn't that big, but it was noticeable silent when you were there by yourself. And it was quiet, too quiet in fact.

Upon stumbling into the kitchen, you found nothing but a small sticky note with a message from Mike.

Went out for a bit, I'll be back later. I love you. Love, Mike.

You pursued your lips before letting out a soft sigh, leaning back against the counter for a moment. You never cared much for your own birthday. To you, it was always just another day on the calendar. Mike knew this, and since it was your first birthday you were spending with him, you figured he was just respecting your wishes by not making a big deal out of it. That, or maybe it just slipped his mind.

Still, you couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. You didn't even know why, if you were being honest. It wasn't like you were expecting some big, grand gesture or celebration. You didn’t like having attention on you, and Mike was a pretty nonchalant guy, but not in a bad way. It was one of the many things you loved about him. You wound up chalking up your mixed emotions on the matter to just missing him as you poured yourself a bowl of cereal for breakfast. You tried not to sulk too much as you ate, deciding to keep yourself occupied.

By 11 a.m., you were curled up on the couch reading your current favorite book to pass some time when you finally heard the sound of Mike's car pulling into the driveway. As you heard the key turn in the door, you placed your bookmark in your spot and closed the book, setting it on the coffee table.

"Babe?" You called out, which seemed to immediately seize Mike's movements in the doorway.

"Shit," you heard him mutter. "Um… baby? You in there?"

You furrowed your eyebrows at his response, "Uh, yeah. Where were you?”

You heard hushed whispers, the door was still wide open covering Mike and whoever he was with. You then heard him clear his throat, "Just ran some errands." He spoke, clearly a little nervous.

"Can you uh, close your eyes?" Mike asked before you could respond, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. He knew it would sound suspicious, there was no way to be inconspicuous when asking that question. You hummed in response, but did it anyways.

"They're closed," You announced. You then heard the sound of rustling bags and more whispers, followed by a small giggle which only piqued your curiosity.

"Okay... almost done! Don't peek," Your boyfriend said, both his smile and nerves evident in his tone. You couldn't help but grin yourself, a small chuckle leaving your lips as you grew more and more curious. "Alright... aaaaaand, open!"

When you opened your eyes, you immediately looked over at the kitchen table. A small gasp left your lips as you took in the sight in front of you— a couple heart shaped balloons, a bouquet of your favorite flowers, a cake, a stuffed animal of your favorite animal, and a couple gift bags. Behind said items were Mike and Abby, who both had matching grins as they watched your reaction.

"Mike, Abs!" You mused, hopping up from the couch and making your way over to the two of them.

"Happy birthday, baby." Mike spoke, pulling you into a tight hug. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, then began peppering kisses all over your face as you giggled.

"Thank you, Mike," You responded once he pulled away, giving him a quick, sweet kiss on his lips.

"Happy birthday!" Abby exclaimed excitedly, you chuckled and pulled her into your embrace.

"Thank you, Abs," You ruffled her hair before looking over the items on the table, "You guys are so sweet. Thank you, seriously."

"Of course, baby. We wanted to make your day special," Mike told you as he wrapped an arm around your waist. "I was trying to be inconspicuous. You have no idea how hard it was to get out of bed without waking you up this morning—"

"Open your presents!" Abby's excitement cut Mike off, causing you both to laugh softly. She was just too cute. You then took a seat at the table and opened each of your gifts one at a time, saving the cards for last.

Abby had handmade your card from her, even drawing a pretty picture of the three of you on one side of it. "This is definitely going on the fridge. Thank you so much, sweetie."

You then opened Mike's card, which was a cute store bought one with a silly pun on it. What you didn't expect was the novel he wrote on the inside, telling you how much he loved you and how much you meant to him. You knew Mike had a hard time expressing his feelings verbally— let alone on paper— but still, his words brought tears to your eyes. You couldn't believe you ever doubted him that morning.

"Hey, no crying!" Mike teased, though his expression was tender as he sat in the chair next to you, scooting as close as possible and draping his arm around you. "Do you like it?"

You nodded, leaning into his touch as you sniffled. "I love it, Mike. Thank you," you repeated once again, wanting him and Abby to know just how much you truly appreciated them. "You guys really are the best, I can't thank you enough."

Mike rubbed your arm soothingly, keeping you tucked close by his side. "You deserve it, sweetheart. We wanted to make your day as special as you make every day for us,"

"Mike, I will literally bawl my eyes out if you keep talking to me like this."

That earned a laugh from both Schmidts, your boyfriend shaking his head with a look of endearment on his face. It was rare anyone got to see this sweeter, softer side of Mike. It was a side of him reserved for only you and Abby, which only made you fall in love with him even more.

"I'm serious! You make every day so special, you bring so much light and love into our lives and we appreciate all the things you do for us so, so much. I know how you feel about your birthday, but it's one of the most important days of the year for me. I know it's not like, a bug grand gesture but I hope to make today feel like more than just another day for you."

You could not believe how lucky you were in this moment. To Mike, it may have seemed like not that big of a gesture, but to you? This was everything. You'd never felt so special, so cared for, so loved than in this moment.

"I love you," You whispered before capturing his lips in a gentle kiss. His hand cupped your cheek as he returned the sweet kiss before he pulled away, pressing his forehead to yours.

"I love you, too." Mike gave you a fond smile before sitting back and hopping out his chair, clapping his hands together excitedly. "But, that's not all! We also have this cake for tonight, and we have dinner reservations just the two of us at your favorite restaurant. And Abby here will be spending the evening with our dear friend Max!"

The nine year old nodded, "Yup! She's gonna come over and we're gonna have pizza while you guys have a fancy grown up dinner! I usually don't like when she babysits because she isn't you, but it's okay! Mike promised me $10."

God, you loved these two. You loved them so much.

The two of them made sure to keep you occupied the entire day. It was your day, and they wanted it to be filled with all your favorite things. You guys went out for ice cream after lunch, took a long walk and stopped by the park for Abby, and then watched your favorite movie at home. Mike insisted on doing more, wanting to make the day as special as possible. However, you told him it was already an outstanding birthday— your favorite birthday to date. It was spent with your two favorite people in the world, the people you loved most; it couldn't get any better than that.

Shortly after Max arrived to babysit Abby, Mike drove the two of you to your favorite restaurant and treated you to a lovely meal and some wine. Due to your job's conflicting schedules, you didn't get much time to go on one-on-one dates anymore, which was the cherry on top of what you thought couldn't be a more perfect evening. You couldn't believe he pulled all of this off under your nose without spoiling anything, he truly was a man full of surprises.

At the end of the night, you and Mike were tangled in the sheets of his bed long after Abby had fallen asleep. Mike more than willingly treated himself to what he dubbed his "favorite dessert" once you'd arrived home before showing you just how much he loved and cherished you. It was safe to say he wanted you to see stars for your birthday, and boy did he achieve his goal.

You were now snuggled up under the covers, lying skin to skin as you both came down from your highs. Your head rested on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as you let out a breath. This was perfection. This was your peace, your happy place.

"Did you have a good birthday, baby?" Mike asked as his hand ran up and down your spine.

You glanced up at him, looking over his features with a grin. "I had the bestest birthday. Thank you again,"

Mike brought his free hand up to your cheek, caressing the skin with his thumb as he gazed into your eyes. "You don't have to keep thanking me. You deserve nothing but the best, and it's my job to give it to you."

"Well, still." You sat up a little, propping yourself up on your elbow. "I love you, Mike."

"I love you more, baby."

"Impossible."

"Totally possible."

[wholesome-holland]

hey! If you are still taking requests, could you possibly write a mike Schmidt fic to forever winter? I notice you're a fan of Taylor(me too) and write for jhutch characters, and I feel like I associate that song with his character in the first movie. (Reader would be his summer sun if that makes sense) if not that's totally okay! Any Taylor song would be wonderful. No rush or obligation to do anything tho obviously. Btw I loved the "first time" fic you wrote <3

I WON’T GO AWAY

mike schmidt x fem!reader

summary: you can’t stop worrying about your close friend mike as he seems to fall deeper and deeper into his spiral, and all you want is to let him know you’re there. (inspired by forever winter by taylor swift).

warnings: use of y/n, swearing, mentions of depression, angst with eventual fluff, hurt/comfort

word count: 3.8k

author’s note: EEEE THANK YOU FOR MUCH FOR THE REQUEST AND FOR YOUR KIND WORDS!!! i hope you enjoy!! and i hope i met your expectations and did it justice🫡 i accidentally got a lil carried away oops much love<3333

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You had been a close friend of Mike's for about a year, year and a half now. You met through Jeremiah at work and got along well. You worked at a store in the mall and he was working as security, so you'd see each other frequently.

At first, Mike didn't seem to like to talk about himself much. It took forever to get little bits of information out of him, but over time you'd picked up pieces here and there, though he was still very guarded.

You were determined to learn know more. Something about him just drew you in, and you really wanted to be his friend, or at least more than acquaintances. The closer you two became, the more he started to slowly let down some of his walls he'd spent so long building. You were slipping through the cracks, it was simultaneously comforting and terrifying for him. There was something about you and your personality, he just couldn't resist letting you in.

Mike had a rough upbringing to say the least. He didn't like to talk about it, though you always picked up on little details he'd casually drop here and there. You knew he had a rough life, and had been raising his little sister on his own for practically her entire life. He was constantly struggling to cope with the disappearance and presumed murder of his little brother, which he felt heavily responsible for. Between his obligations, his job, and his trauma— he was tired. But he was managing.

And then the mall incident happened. When he assaulted a man in the middle of the mall in front of his son, who he thought was being abducted by said man. He lost his job that day, and around that same time found out his aunt was fighting for custody of Abby. It was one bad thing after another, he slowly started to slip into a downward spiral.

But Mike knew he couldn't dwell on it forever. He had to get a new job as soon as possible, he had to get his ducks in a row before his aunt could take him to court. He landed a job as a nighttime security guard at the abandoned Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria building, where he worked midnight to six a.m. five nights a week. It was a start, it was a job, but it added a whole new problem; he needed someone to babysit Abby over night.

He asked around, though he didn't have many options. He was embarrassed having to ask for help, especially since he wouldn't be able to pay a sitter for a little bit yet. He didn't expect anything of anyone, he knew it wasn't anyone else's problem. But, he was desperate.

Mike reluctantly asked you if you would mind babysitting for the time being. He understood you already had your job at the mall, that you had your own life and own responsibilities, and stressed that you would get paid a hefty sum as soon as he could possibly afford it. You were quick to tell him yes, telling him it was no big deal and you never minded helping him out. Besides, you had come to love Abby and thought she was adorable.

The man was beyond grateful. You truly were saving his ass, he didn't think you fully understood what it meant to him. Having a babysitter was a huge weight off his shoulders.

Mike started his new job, and right out the gate it was a lot. The hours were rough to adjust to, the place was creepy, and he wound up using the time to try to use his dreams to analyze and solve his brother's kidnapping. Being there in that building seemed to make him feel closer to what happened, which also drove him more mad. He thought he was growing closer and closer to figuring it out, but he was simultaneously growing even more frustrated and angry with himself.

You started to notice a steady decline in Mike after that. The bags under his eyes became darker, that exhausted, far away look in his eyes never went away. He was more on edge, more irritable all the time. He was pulling away from everything else in his life to the point where even Abby was noticing. Their relationship was strained, she was having outbursts at home and rarely talked to other kids at school. All she wanted to do was color, and it was difficult to get through to her sometimes. It was clear that it was weighing on her, too.

Mike was disappearing before your eyes, and your concern only grew stronger every day. He tried to play it off like he was fine, but you saw right through every fake smile or forced laugh. You studied him the longer you were around, trying to solve the puzzles in his head.

You decided you were going to try to help him someway, somehow. You would start out small, knowing he wouldn't take it well if you came off too strong. It was a Wednesday night when you came over with a Tupperware container full of his favorite pasta you knew he loved. It was his mom's recipe he kept in one of the drawers, and you found it by accident one day and studied it. When you arrived at his house a little before his shift, you greeted him at the door with a wide smile.

"Hey Mike," you said as he let you inside. You kicked off your shoes carefully as he made small talk, not missing the exhaustion in his tone. "I brought you this."

The brunet raised an eyebrow as he took the Tupperware from you, eyeing it carefully. "Uh, what is it?"

"Pasta. I made it for you to take to work for your lunch," You told him, hanging your winter coat up on the rack. "You always complain about not having anything to eat there and getting hungry, so I made you lunch!"

He gave you an odd look, blinking a few times before a small half smile tugged on his lips. He stared down at the container briefly as he wet his lips with his tongue. "Oh. Well... thanks. It means a lot." He kept it brief as usual, maybe even more so since he was so caught off guard. He appreciated it, but he was a little skeptical.

That night he went to work, and couldn't help but crack a smile when he glanced at the container. He slept for most of his shift, but dug in when he woke up with his stomach growling. He recognized the flavor, he couldn't believe how much it tasted like his mom's pasta. He couldn't believe how much comfort it brought him, even if only for a moment.

With every bit of positivity he felt, it was met with more skepticism. He didn't know why you'd do something so kind for him, you were already doing him a huge favor. He wondered if you just pitied him, he hated that thought. He quickly shook it off, knowing you weren't like that.

Over the next few days, you started showing up for him more and more in little ways. Whether it was meals to bring to work, a clean house when he came home, friendly notes left around the house, or even texts throughout the night checking on him. Every little bit of effort did not go unnoticed by him, bringing a small but real smile to his face from time to time. He even found himself looking forward to these little things, looking forward to seeing you on his couch every morning when he got home.

You were showing up more and more, your efforts becoming less subtle. Sometimes, you'd come over early to make dinner for him and Abby. Other times, you'd stay late enough after his shift to take the young girl to school. Or, you'd just hang out and spend time with them just because. Mike was growing more and more used to your presence, he couldn't deny the warm, fuzzy feeling that bloomed in his chest when he saw you. Even if realistically he knew he could never do anything about it, it felt like you were his ray of sunshine in the middle of a dark, winter day.

However, after a particularly rough week of work, Mike found himself being sent right back down into his spiral of despair. This time hit ten times harder than before, any bit of hope he was starting to feel seemingly gone in an instant. What made it even worse, is he felt like his reasons for spiraling were so minuscule it made him ridiculous.

He was frustrated. He was sad. He was angry. He was grieving. He was drowning in darkness and couldn't seem to catch his breath.

Mike was having no luck in deciphering his memories through his dreams, he was stuck in the same moment over and over again. You had an obligation you had to attend and he had to find a new babysitter for a night, which Abby did not take kindly too. The temporary babysitter ended up cancelling, resulting in Mike having to bring Abby to work with him. Vanessa, an officer who often came by Freddy's, chewed him out for bringing her anywhere near the building. He felt like a failure as a big brother, not just to Garrett but to Abby, too. He knew how strained their relationship was and that it was his fault, which became evident that night they spent at Freddy's.

He couldn't catch a break. He was living paycheck to paycheck barely making ends meet, failing as a brother and guardian, failing to fix his past, falling for someone he couldn't have, and was too busy drowning in his own head to know how to rectify any of those things.

When you came over the next day to babysit around 9:00 p.m. in hopes of spending some time with the Schmidts, you could instantly tell something was off. Mike didn't hardly have you a greeting, which was a huge difference from the wide grins, sometimes even hugs he welcomed you in with. Abby was in her room getting ready for bed a little early, mad at Mike for an argument they had about her imaginary friends. The air was thick with tension as you hung up your jacket and took off your winter boots.

You walked over to the living room and took a seat on the couch, which was near his chair. He seemed to be off in his own world, though he didn't look too pleased. An uncomfortable silence filled the air until you spoke up.

"How did yesterday go?" You asked, looking over at him as you strummed your fingers on the couch cushion. "I'm really sorry I had to cancel last minute."

Mike shrugged, "It's fine, no need to apologize."  His tone was flat but he had a million different emotions written all over his face. He never was good at controlling his facial expressions. You sucked in your bottom lip for just a moment before letting out a sigh, shifting forward on the couch towards him. You try to think of what to say, hoping to shift the conversation in a more positive direction.

"I brought you lunch, I made your favorite." You told him, a hopeful grin on your face. He just stared off, glancing around the room with a large grimace.

"I'm not hungry." Was all he said, causing your grin to falter for a moment. Okay, maybe a different approach would work.

"Well it's not for right now, silly. It's for work—" He quickly cut you off with a huff.

"I said I'm not hungry." His tone was more firm, his volume level raised a few octaves. You recoiled back against the couch as if his words physically hurt you, taken back by his outburst.

A few more moments of silence passed before you tried again. "I'll clean up the kitchen later, that way you don't have to worry about it—"

One again he cut you off. This time, his nostrils were flared and his fists subtly clenched before he snapped, "Just stop."

It took you a moment to gather your thoughts before you shot back, "What is your problem?" You knew he was having a rough week and was not in the best mood, but you didn't know why he was being so short with you. You were only trying to help, truly.

Mike rolled his eyes as he pushed himself up out of the chair, walking towards the kitchen. You quickly got up and followed him, eyebrows furrowed as your confusion and annoyance grew. You weren't mad at him by any means, but you couldn't help but feel a little frustrated.

"It doesn't fuckin' matter." He grumbled, hastily snatching the dirty dishes off of the table and tossing them in the sink. He gripped the edge of the counter tightly, his back turned to you showing off his rigid posture.

You crossed your arms over your chest, taking a deep breath as you reeled in your frustration. This was Mike you were talking to. You knew him well enough to know he had a habit of pushing people away when they got too close, or when things were too good. That was exactly what he was trying to do— push you away. You weren't having it.

"It does matter to me," He remained silent as you spoke carefully, your tone full of genuine concern and care. He was growing more and more tense, feeling like he was seconds away from bursting as his grip tightened impossibly on the edge of the counter. But alas, you continued on. "I care about you, Mike, and I want to be here for you. I want to help you through this rough patch, and I'm not gonna let you push me away."

"It's not just some rough patch! It's always! It's everything!" Mike shouted, letting go of the counter and throwing his arms up. You were momentarily stunned as he let out a ragged breath, running a hand through his hair and tugging at the ends. "I'm fucked up, okay?! Fucked up beyond repair, so just stop. Stop trying to fix me."

You watched him in silence as he ran a hand over his face, clearly overwhelmed by his own emotions and too deep in the mess in his head to know what to do about it. You realized in that moment it really was not just some rough period. He was in a darker place than you ever realized, and all you wanted was to hold him and make it go away.

Before you could say anything he snapped his head in your direction with a look of skepticism, his jaw tight and eyes narrow. "Why do you even care so much? What's your gain from this? Why are you trying so hard when I'm just a ticking time bomb?"

"Because you're my friend! I care about you so much, you and Abby both. You're important to me and I hate to see you hurting." You exclaimed, taking a step closer. Mike let out bitter laugh, shaking his head as he leaned back against the counter.

"Friend," He repeated, a sarcastic smile plastered on his lips as he darted his tongue out to wet his lips. He nodded his head before scoffing. He knew it was unfair to be so bitter over such a simple word. He couldn't be upset at you for not reciprocating the feelings you didn't even know he had. But he was too frustrated to think rationally.

"Yes! Your friend! Because I care about you and I want to help you!" You reiterated, growing more and desperate to get through to him. You were ready to beg him to listen at this point. Mike sighed whilst shaking his head, the bitter smile turning into a sad frown. "Mike... please just listen to me—"

"No, no. I'm sorry, I'm being ridiculous." He said solemnly, rubbing a hand over his face as he shook his head once more. You went to argue, to tell him he wasn't acting ridiculous, but he wasn't done. "Listen, I appreciate your help. I do, okay? I see how much you care and how much you're trying and it means so much, truly. I just... I don't know if it's gonna get better. I don't know how it'll get better, let alone how to try and believe that it will."

Your heart ached as he spoke, seeing a whole new level of vulnerability and rawness in him. It simultaneously broke your heart and made you a little glad he was able to open up to you this way.

"And on top of it all... I feel terrible just letting you do all these nice things for me. You do so much, and I can't do the same for you. And it's not fair of me to snap at you and take all of my problems out on you, let alone because of my own feelings towards you that you don't even know about. None of this is your fault, you don't deserve that." He was looking off towards the floor as he spoke, an almost look of sad acceptance in his eyes.

You weren't expecting all of that, let alone the mention of his feelings. That part confused you a little. His feelings towards you? Ones you didn't know about?

"Mike," You breathed out, trying to get his attention. Was he saying he felt the same way about you that you felt for him? But he thought you didn't feel the same? Were you jumping to conclusions?

"I'm really sorry, Y/n. I'm not your problem, you don't deserve my shitty attitude. You do so much for me, more than just watching Abby and you mean a lot to me," He rambled on as you kept trying to get his attention.

"Mike,"

"I've never had a friendship like this and I've never... felt this way about a friend, and I just—"

"—Mike!" You spoke louder this time, effectively cutting him off. He immediately cut his sentence short, his head snapping up to finally look at you. His eyes searched yours as he waited for you to continue, silently giving you the floor.

You didn't know what you were going to say at first, you didn't have a plan. You had a handful of ideas in your head of what to say, you had mentally been weighing which would be the best response in this moment. But all of that went out the window when his eyes locked with yours.

"I love you," You blurted out before you could stop yourself. Your heart was beating out of your chest, unable to believe you just said it like that. But you meant it, you wanted him to hear it. "I love you, I care so much for you. Not just because I love you, and not just because you're my friend. But regardless, I'm here to help you even when— especially when you're at your lowest."

You knew you sounded like a broken record, but you knew he was listening this time, so you took the opportunity to really stress to him how you felt. You needed him to finally hear you and judging by the look on his face, he did.

Mike swallowed hard, his dark brown eyes locked on you as a small gasp left his lips. “You love me?”

“I do,” You murmured, taking another step closer to him. A small smile almost tugged on his lips, a hand coming up to run through his hair.

“You heard the part where I said I’m a mess, right?”

“Don’t care. I love you as you are, mess or not. At your best or at your worst. And again, I don’t care just because I love you. You’re my friend first and foremost, no matter how you feel that won’t change.”

Mike blinked a few times, his gaze slowly moving downward towards your hands before he reached out and took one in his own. Your heart skipped a beat as you interlocked your fingers, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

“I know you said you don’t believe things will get better, but I promise you they will. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow. But one day, the sun will shine on your darkest days and you’ll be okay again. I’ll be by your side every step of the way, any way you want.” Your tone was kind, raw, full of emotion. You meant every single word you were saying, you hoped to God he believed you to some degree.

You swore you saw his eyes glossed over before he quickly blinked his tears away as he let out a ragged breath. He tugged you closer, wrapping his arms around your waist and squeezing you tightly. He buried his face in the crook of your neck as your arms wrapped around his shoulders.

“I love you too.” He whispered, desperately blinking back the tears that were threatening to line the brim of his eyelids. You two stood there like that for quite some time, just holding one another. It was as if you were the last two people on earth, like nothing else mattered outside of your little bubble.

You both knew this didn’t mean his issues or mental health struggles would simply disappear just because you loved each other, but it did mean that you would not be leaving his side for anything.

After who knows how long, you felt Mike pull away just the slightest bit. You looked up at him to find he was already looking at you, a tender expression on his face. He brought a hand up to cup your face, caressing your cheek with his thumb as he opened and closed his mouth, deciding on his next words.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked, searching your eyes. You couldn't help the sweet grin from forming on your face as you nodded, leaning up slightly. He leaned down, pressing his lips to yours softly— reverently, even— you quickly returned the kiss.

The kiss was everything you'd imagined it would be— sweet, tender and perfect. There was no need or desperation behind the kiss, nothing more than just pure, raw love and care. When you pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours, breathes mingling between you two.

"Do you believe me now?" You asked, causing him to chuckle faintly. You weren't expecting an automatic yes by any means, but you wanted to know regardless.

"I don't really believe a lot of things lately, you know." His tone wasn't sad or angry, just honest. Though not as certain and dead set as before, this time? There was room for hope.

"Well, believe me when I say this," You whispered, "I won't go away. No matter what."

[xoxovanillq]

might write something for a hutch character soon, i miss him :(((

[janitorhutcherson]

me beginning of january vs me now