#mike afton fic

[y0uchang3dm3]

”A spark in the cold.”

Michael Afton x Gn Reader listen to molly by alex g while reading :]] wc. 371 lol

"Mind lighting me one?" he'd call out. It's become more of a habit, meeting here. Asked me once for a cig when I was hanging around in the middle of the night. Blue tired eyes looking right at me when I lit one up and handed it to him, hands shaky from exhaustion, pale under the street lamp. He seemed like he'd have a rough day, and I was more than willing to share my bench and a cig.

Every so often we'd meet at the same dreary bench and make light conversation, talking about anything in particular. Every so often turned to every day, and it carried on for months. We'd been meeting in the same place for about a year and a half when he showed up with two cups of coffee from a nearby cafe, one for him, and one for me. He'd remember I'd complained about the cold yesterday.

"I brought an extra jacket too. I uhh," he cleared his throat, handing me the cup and the extra jacket. It seemed old, but it was still in good condition, much better than what I had anyways. 

He continued, watching me slip it on. "I noticed yours is a bit thin, and I had one in my closet, so uh, I hope you don't mind," he murmured, trailing off as if nervous by the sentiment. I was happy he even remembered, joking that he's never been this sweet to me the entire time we've known each other. 

A smile had been etched into my face the second he first spoke to me, and seeing the way his exhaustion melts away whenever we speak has been a blessing. His laugh rung in my ears, relieved he didn't somehow cross a boundary.

"You know, I think it's about time we met some place other than some dingy bench huh? As warm as your jacket may be, I think my apartment may be a better alternative?" I had proposed, my hands shaky not just from the weather, but the proposition itself. "Perhaps we could watch that movie I'd reccommended to you?" I had said, hope evident in my voice.

The surprise on his face melted into a soft smile. "I'd like that."

[ever-fics]

Part 2 and three are together ^^!

[strawhbrrries]

Movement

pairing: mike schmidt x afab!reader

summary: a double date that leads to mike schmidt coming home with you in the name of "helping your friend" and he ends up fucking you.

warnings: unprotected sex, no foreplay, creampie??, female pronouns, slight degrading??, pet names, heavy cussing, mike being hashtag v hot, no established relationship, porn with no plot, not proofread

word count: 2.1k words

author’s note: listen to movement by hozier for the full experience!!! I know this fic wasn't voted to be the first mike one to be posted but I had to do it okay!!!! he's so hot n sexy in this and i need him badly...please enjoy! mwah!

Your eyes scanned the restaurant in front of your car, you were promised a very nice dinner with a very nice man and the place you ended up might as well have been a denny’s. Gia somehow managed to rope you into a double date and as the amazing friend you are, you obliged. Now, you wanted to take it back. If the guy you were set up with wasn’t just an absolute heartthrob you might consider strangling her in the bathroom.

“Gia, this better be the best damn food and the hottest men you have ever experienced or I’m never doing you another favor ever again.” You teased, getting out of your car as she walked up to it.

“I swear he said this place was nicer! Thank you so much babes, I owe you one!” She responded, slipping her arm inside of yours to walk inside. “Maybe the inside is really nice and it’s just a shady exterior.”

You’d never seen the man Gia was seeing tonight so when the two of you arrived at the table you weren’t sure which man was yours, but you knew which one you wanted. He looked gentle, shaggy hair untamed almost like he wasn’t prepared to go on a date tonight. 

“I suppose I’m your date.” He smiled softly, getting up to pull your chair out for you. “I’m MIke, you look uh, really beautiful tonight.”

After the introductions and small talk the two of you hit it off right away, it helped that Gia and her date were more interested in each other than remembering that the people they brought also existed.  The more you talked the more Mike came out of his shell, he wasn’t as shy as you first pegged him to be. Your heel was slowly caressing his calf, neither of you were quite sure when it had ended up there but he wasn’t complaining.

“A man in uniform is hot.” Your flirting was a little rusty, but it seemed to be working just fine for you.

“It’s just a security gig.” He shrugged it off, maintaining eye contact with you the whole time. 

You grabbed the straw of your drink, wrapped your tongue around it, and took a sip. Mike choked slightly but covered it up with a cough, adjusting his pants under the table at the same time. 

“She’s not going to go home with him unless I go home with you.” You whispered in his ear as you leaned over the table, tangling your fingers in his hair to trick Gia into thinking you were whispering something dirty. “I’d really like to go home with you.”

You could feel the heat creep up his neck, his face was flushed. His heart might as well be on the outside of his chest with the intensity that it was beating, it’d been a long time since he’d been on a date or even gotten laid but Abby was at home and that just wouldn’t work.

“Uhm, my sister’s at home, can we go to your place?” Mike’s saliva was thick and pooling in his mouth, it felt almost impossible to swallow. He had to be dreaming, this just didn’t make sense otherwise. He was just doing his friend a favor and now your breath was hot on his neck and his jeans were uncomfortably tight.

The second the two of you walked outside he got fidgety, like he was going to take off the second you let go of his hand. Frankly he was surprised you hadn’t let go of it the second you picked it up, he was dripping sweat from the moment he realized you were his date. He quickly made a mental note to send a letter to the company who made his preferred deodorant, the fact that he didn’t smell absolutely putrid spoke volumes on their product.

“So did you mean what you said inside? Because I’m perfectly okay with just going home.” 

“I meant it, don’t be so nervous.” You smiled back at him, handing him the keys to your car.

The tension was thick, his knuckles were white as he tried to keep his focus on the road ahead and making it back to your place safely and not the fingers drawing figures on his thigh as you spoke about something he couldn’t quite grasp. 

Your place wasn’t too far from the restaurant that Gia’s date had picked, that Mike was thankful for. The longer he had to endure the torture that was your fingers on this thighs, the less his ability to be a gentleman and control himself existed. If it was up to him, he’d probably just pulled over and fucked you in the backseat of your own car but it wasn’t. He was a gentleman, he’d just met you all of a few hours ago, he knew better.

“This is the place.” You smiled softly as he pulled into your driveway.

“It’s nice.” He stated, handing your car keys back to you and taking your hand. “Suits you.”

Mike’s eyes wandered the walls, taking in every aspect of you, as you led him through the house. It didn’t take him long to notice that you lived alone, another thing he was now thankful for. His fingers trailed the zipper of your dress as he stood behind you in your bedroom, his other hand rubbing your arm and leaving goosebumps in its wake. 

“Are you going to take it off?” Your voice was shaky and quiet, for the first time tonight you were nervous. 

“And you thought I was the eager one.” He chuckled, tugging your hair back softly to give him just enough access to your face to make eye contact with you. “Do you get off on bringing strangers to your home and having them fuck you?”

A soft whimper escaped your lips, blessing the ears of the man behind you who responded with a groan. His lips made contact with your neck, biting and sucking at any of the skin he had access to. The hand that was holding your hair back made itself busy drawing the zipper of your dress further and further down until it couldn’t go any further, you shivered as the cold air hit your back. 

Mike detached himself from your neck and took a step back, briefly admiring how disheveled you looked despite still being fully dressed, he made a quick motion for you to turn around and you obliged almost immediately. If you got his dick any harder it might’ve fallen off before he ever got the chance to use it. 

He backed you into the bed, laying you down and sliding your dress off and into a pile on the floor. Another deep groan was emitted into the air as he took in the sight in front of him, you hadn’t worn a bra and the underwear you’d chosen left nothing to the imagination. Mike immediately started thanking whatever god was above for you and the experience he was about to have. 

Your heart was pounding out of your chest. Truthfully, you hadn’t planned on sleeping with anyone tonight but then you saw him and your entire plan was flipped upside down. You lied about your friend not going home with her date if you didn’t leave with him, you didn’t want him to think you were desperate but he knew now. The second he touched the zipper of your dress, anything left of your facade was gone. You needed him.

“If you weren’t so fucking wet I would’ve thought you were only doing me a favor.” He spoke nonchalantly, rubbing his finger over your folds through your underwear. “ Or maybe you’re just a whore? Huh?”

“For you.” You choked out, words getting caught in your throat over his words. 

At the beginning of the night you would’ve placed money on the fact that he wasn’t capable of things like this, it was like another side of him had come out during the drive to your house. You weren’t complaining, his words were getting to you in a way you’d never experienced. 

“Yeah? For me? Mikey’s own personal whore.” He slipped your underwear to the side and slid his finger through your folds, collecting your juices and bringing them to his mouth. “You’re as sweet as you look, need a honey jar full of you.”

You cried out at him softly, trying to use anything you had to stop his teasing. He was winding you up but edging you right before you could pop, he could’ve said anything and you would’ve agreed just to get him to fuck you. Being this desperate for a man you hardly knew was an exhilarating experience. 

“Please, I need you.” You whined, grabbing at his shirt in a desperate plea. “Please.”

“Good job using your words, pretty girl.” Mike praised, hooking his fingers in the waistband of your underwear and pulling them down, throwing them in the same pile as your dress.

His clothes soon joined yours on the floor, a small pout emerging when you realized you wouldn’t be able to suck him off, his eyes catching yours as he climbed up your body. He kissed his way up, biting occasionally. Fingers tracing your skin just as you had done to him earlier in the night, lighting a fire on your skin as they went. It was like his body was made to fit yours, like your souls had searched for each other through every lifetime and yet this was the first time they had met.

His lips finally met yours for the first time, teeth nipping at your bottom lip as he pulled away to breathily whisper something in your ear. You shook your head in agreement at whatever he said, as long as he kept touching you like that and making noises in your ear you’d agree to anything he said to you. 

Shaking your head yes was the best decision you’d made so far, you felt two fingers slip inside of you. Thrusting for a few moments before they were replaced by the tip of his cock, slowly pushing in as his mouth found one of your nipples. The gentle man you had once perceived had been replaced by a god who was hung like a horse, splitting you in half with the cock fit for a god.

“Fuck.” Mike moaned, tipping his head back when he bottomed out, taking your legs and placing them on his shoulders. “So good, pretty girl.”

Anything you had planned on responding with quickly dissipated the second he pulled out and thrusted back in, a low groan coming out insead. His fingers were digging into your thighs as he held them up where he wanted them, all you could hope for was the imprints bruising as a reminder that this actually happened. What hair that wasn’t sticking to his skin from the sweat covering it was dangling backwards freely, all his focus was on not cumming too soon and if he continued to look at you he definitely would.

Your eyes had glossed over a long time ago, tears streaming down the sides as a byproduct of the blissful state his cock had put you in, fingers gripping desperately at the sheets and your tits bouncing with each thrust. He was once again praying to every god that he would get to do this another time, then he could sear the image of you under him into his mind.

“Mike, Mikey I need..” You whined, the knot in your stomach twisting and turning, threatening to spill before you could even finish a coherent thought.

“C’mon pretty girl, you can do it, let it go.” He praised you, bringing his thumb down to your clit and drawing figure eights in time with his thrusts to help your orgasm spill over.

His words were the final piece in the puzzle, your orgasm hitting you soon after he spoke. Legs shaking, mind blowing, tears, and silent moans was all your body could do at the supernova your orgasm had proved to be. You’d never cum this hard before but if every orgasm after didn’t measure up, he had ruined you. 

“You did so good.” Was all you heard as you came down from your high, Mike’s hands soothed down your hair as he whispered into your ear. 

His thrusts continued at the same pace for only a few seconds before his hips stuttered and he painted your insides white. 

“I guess tonight wasn’t a total waste.” You joked quietly, turning to the side to smile at him as he laid down next to you. 

“We need to do this more often.”

[north-noire]

perhaps catching up a bit wouldn't hurt?

[haddonfieldwhore]

promise me? - mike schmidt

mike schmidt x gn!reader

warnings: a bit of angst but i think that’s it. i don’t know fnaf lore super well so if anything is inaccurate i apologize!! i’m trying my best

word count: 750

you arrived home from work around 8pm, a little later than usual due to heavy traffic on one of the main roads. quietly dropping your keys on the table just inside the door, you turned the lock to your small apartment. it wasn’t the greatest neighborhood, but it was all you could afford, and it had everything you needed. lately, your boyfriend mike had been staying with you, and he had gotten a night job as a security guard at a kids pizza place, which meant he was asleep right now as you crept through the apartment, the cold floorboards creaking under your weight as you walked down the hallway towards the bedroom.

mikes new job had him working 12-6am, less than ideal hours to say the least, but a job was a job, and it seemed pretty easy from what he had told you; all he had to do was watch the security cameras. it would only be his third night on the job today, but you could tell the change in sleep schedule was hard on mike. placing your bag on the floor softly, and your eyes landed on mikes sleeping form, the blankets tangled around his legs as he snored softly. you smiled, and lifted his arm carefully to crawl into bed next to him. his arms encircled you automatically, and he sighed contently as you snuggled into his chest, feeling the warmth radiating off of his body.

“hey,” he grumbled softly, his voice deep with sleep. “what time is it?”

“hey,” you smiled, even though his eyes remained closed. “it’s just after eight, you still have time to sleep.” he hummed happily in response, pulling you closer to him and kissing the top of your head as he drifted off to sleep again, and you quickly followed.

•

the sound of mikes alarm woke you up, and you tried to hide your head under the covers to block out the sound, as mike reached for his phone to turn it off.

“don’t go,” you mumbled, reaching for him to attempt to pull him back into your arms. he laughed at you and sighed, rubbing his hands over his face.

“i would rather stay here, trust me.”

“is it really that bad?” you asked, sitting up as he got out of bed and began to get dressed, sliding on a pair of dark jeans and a grey hoodie. he did up the buckle of his belt as he stepped into his work boots, and he looked up at you, his tired eyes meeting yours.

“no, it’s…. it’s just - we’ll you know how they have those animatronic characters?”

“yeah,” you nodded, remembering them from when you were younger.

“they get left in this… free roaming mode at night. i don’t know it’s really weird.”

“isn’t that a little dangerous?” you asked, a worried look spreading across your face. mike seemed to think for a moment, and then sort of shook his head.

“no, i mean- they’re just robots for kids. it’s just a little creepy,” he replied, and you weren’t sure he was being 100% truthful.

“mike, if you were in danger you would tell me right?”

“of course. i didn’t mean to scare you. i think my imagination gets the better of me sometimes,” he walked over to give you a soft kiss on the lips.

“promise me if anything else weird happens you’ll quit, okay?” you pleaded. as much as you both needed the money, that wouldn’t matter if something bad happened to mike.

“i promise,” he agreed. “i gotta go. i love you.”

“i love you too.”

mike grabbed his wallet off the dresser and opened the bedroom door before turning back towards you.

“i’ll see you in a few hours. get some sleep okay?”

you nodded as you laid back down and pulled the blankets over yourself, trying to mimic the feeling of his body heat next to you. you listened to his footsteps as he walked down the hall and out the door, followed by the familiar click of it locking behind him. you sighed, closing your eyes as you tried not to worry about what he had said. you trusted him; if there was really something wrong, he would tell you.

besides, how dangerous could a children’s restaurant be, right?

[driftingvoid-155]

Crack au where Mike and Jeremy met online bc they both are the only immortal and the restless fanfic writers. Jeremy goes on hiatus and Mike gets a little concerned but he’s just ‘hope that other fic writer’s doing okay. Oh my dad’s restaurant is getting sued. Anyways, here’s the next chapter’ and then cut to like a month later Jeremy being back and ‘sorry for the delay. I got bit by an animatronic at this shitty children’s restaurant. Anyways heres the next chapter!’ Cue Michael’s ‘that was you?!!!’ leading to a back and forth in the comments of them realizing who the other is and least to say all their readers are now hooked on this new drama

[amybloomz]

hii i also love michael x reader stuff lolz i get u

literally anything w a fem reader and michael pre-bite would be amazing 🤍🤍 i feel like pre-bite fics r so hard to find maybe im not looking hard enough lol

maybe reader is a babysitter for his siblings? or they’re in the same class at school, maybe they’re neighbours n it could be like a pining sort of thing… alternatively u could do one where mike and reader r best friends and they like each other but dont wanna ruin what they have?? spice it up and do all of those combined LOL lit anything im js throwing ideas out there

ik my rq is soo broad so im trying to narrow it down but really and truly anything would be lovely 🤍🤍🤍

tysm!!! and totally don’t feel pressured if u don’t want to take this, i get it dww 🫶

ᯓ★ doll heads and drunken thoughts

in which fem reader is babysitting the younger afton siblings to do mike a favour while he’s at a party..

WARNING !! underage drinking mentioned.

author’s note: omgomhomg ty for my first request!! i tried tying in most of what you said so i hope u enjoy anon!! also i completely agree with the pre bite stuff like.. im starved of content?? hello??

masterlist.

“CC ripped my dolly’s head off!!!”

“i didn’t mean to Lizzy-Beth i’m so sorry!!”

babysitting the afton children was nothing new. you had done it a thousand times before. the only difference is that michael was usually with you. the boy had been begging you to take care of the two chaos magnets while he went to his friend’s birthday party all week; of course you eventually gave in to his pleas.

although you and Michael were close friends, you were in completely different social circles. growing up neighbours meant you were inseparable — once you grew up and school came around and you both split off into your separate classes you made new friends. his friends were loud, obnoxious and borderline criminal with the tendency to steal and graffiti. on the other hand, your friends were the quiet art students who keep to themselves and their group, never really doing anything adventurous.

“patricia the dolly no longer has a head,” Elizabeth, a smaller girl with big, bright ginger hair speaks up in front of you, holding up her now headless doll. all of your previous thoughts drift away from you as you take in the pitiful scene. “oh dear, we could—“

the door opens, and a drunken Mike comes stumbling into the room. the teen props himself up on the side, ensuring he doesn’t fall.

“Lizzy what even is that?” Mike asks, his speech slightly slurred. his face displays a mix of horror and disgust at the headless doll — you try not to laugh.

“she was patricia until someone decided to pull her head off.” Elizabeth complains in a passive aggressive tone. Mike simply rolls his eyes before his attention lands on you.

“you stayed?” he asks, shock filling his voice. you pause in confusion for a moment. was he serious?

“well.. yes? of course i did, im babysitting Liz and CC remember?” you reply.

Elizabeth runs off to CC (presumably to shout at him about ‘killing’ patricia) and Mike simply stops and stares. and stares. and stares.

and then he speaks.

“you’re really pretty, you know that?”

“pardon?”

“you’re beautiful,”

Mike lets go of the side, approaching you. he cups your face in his scarred hands, gentle and warm. he studies the flush in your cheeks and the way your eyes widened, averting from his soft gaze. the smell of drink was faint but there, and you could still smell the familiar scent of his cologne.

“absolutely gorgeous. maybe if i tell you enough times, you’ll see yourself how i see you..” he trails off and you suck in a breath. how much did he have?

“Michael you’re dru—“ you begin but he cuts you off, shushing you.

“don’t start with all that ‘you’ll regret saying this in the morning’ nonsense. because i won’t. i mean every word. you’re such a good person, so kind and honest, and you have the kindest face to match it. people must look at you and think ‘wow, she must be the sweetest, prettiest girl in school’ because i know i do. i think it everyday, and i never told you because— because—“

he closes his piercing blue eyes and takes in a deep breath, trying to keep his drunken mind from going off the deep end.

you wait patiently for him, though you were secretly taken back by his confession. you naturally blamed it on the alcohol, but a loud, passionate part of you wished that it was real.

the subtle brushing of your hands during english where you’re sat next to each other. the hushed whispers of secrets kept close to your heart. him giving you his sweater when you were cold on your evening walks together. you listening to him rant about his family and comforting him when things were hard. all of these moments had to mean more, your heart couldn’t bare it if not.

“i never wanted to ruin our friendship, you’re just so perfect and i couldn’t lose that..”

his eyes open again and he’s staring at you.

“shit i’m sorry— i didn’t mean to make you cry,” you were crying? how did you not notice? he swipes his thumbs across your cheek to wipe away any tears. you reach up to cover his hands with your own and he pauses his movements.

“let’s get you to bed Mike, i think you need it. i’ll make you some toast and get you some water so you can sober up and tell me all about the party,”

[spicy-cannoli]

I don’t think I posted this, AU where Mike frees Baby before Enard becomes a thing

If you wanna commission me feel free to!

[the-autistic-spider]

fnaf x young justice/dc fic idea

so Michael has finished the events of sister location

he should of died he knew this but...

the monster that tore him apart and removed his organs.. kept him alive by staying inside his body....

basically ennard is animatronic and is still inside mike

my hope for a fic (i cant write) would be like the fic remanent but mikes powers are more just working with ennard

like metal tendrils and such also suppression collars could just shut ennard down or act like a controlled shock

also mike has no lips so has trouble speaking (because of scooper)

[tinidor-theodore]

someone please tell me why i keep writing michael afton x male reader fics to girl in red songs. this is the seconds time, and thats not a lot, but its weird it happened twice. im literally writing a forcemasc trans gay mike afton and reader. please help me I AM OBSESSED AHSFBGJHASBCVJKAH

[roguesscribbles]

The remote died in the middle of the night and they didn't know how to fix it

[skyblueartt]

anybody wanna read the first-draft-lookin-ass drabble thing I just wrote out in the library today instead of doing my classwork? <3

I might finish this/clean it up later, idk! The girls are fightingggg (aka I love writing dialouge between William and teenage Mike. so much. They never have a moment of peace, xoxo)

[strawhbrrries]

mike schmidt + cumming in his pants

The denim of his jeans and the added friction of his zipper had you grinding down faster, head thrown backwards in pleasure. Mike’s hand gripped the back of your neck, hips thrusting upwards to meet yours. His backseat barely allowed for the two of you to sit back there, even less room when his legs were spread and you were straddling them.

“Quit, slow down, I’m gonna cum..” Mike breathed against your lips, using his free hand to try and still your hips.

“Mikey I can’t..” You cried, prying his hand off your hip and grinding down against him harder.

The windows had fogged over, all but a handprint from you stabilizing yourself was gone. Sweaty hair sticking to your forehead and neck, his curls plastered flat against his forehead. Your shirt was the only piece of clothing missing between the two of you, long forgotten in the front seat as the two of you dry humped each other like mormon teenagers who just figured out what it was.

Your orgasm twisted and turned, bubbling quickly with the delicious threat of spilling over. Mike was struggling to hold his in, doing everything in his power to get you to stop and let him take a moment. He was slowly losing the grasp he had on it every time your hips came down against his. 

“Baby, please…” He begged, he let go of the grasp he had on your neck to give himself the upper hand by using both his hands to slow you.

“Mikey, I’m so close..” You cried, grasping at his shirt and continuing to roll your hips the best you could.

The tears streaming from your eyes were enough for him to let go of your hips, losing the eternal battle he had against cumming in his pants. But, by god, he’d do anything for you even if it meant his own torment. Your pleasure was his, pants could be washed.

“Oh my god, Mikey.” You collapsed against his chest as your orgasm rocked through you, sobbing into his shirt at the intensity.

“Oh fuuck.” Mike groaned, head thrown back against the headrest as his orgasm ripped through him.

You slumped against him, trying to gather your bearings, fists still clenched around his shirt. His breathing was shallow, chest rising rapidly as he tried to catch his breath. The denim of his jeans became sticky and uncomfortable as the semen seeped its way through the fabrics. Upon this realization he left out a huff of frustration and placed a kiss on your forehead, your pleasure was his.

[north-noire]

Henry spends some time with both Elizabeth and Michael, but he soon realizes they're both struggling to deal with what has happened to them. He also soon finds out that the Marionette is still at Fredbear's.

Hidden Hands Chapter 4 is out!

AO3 Fic Link Here Next Chapter Previous Chapter Beginning Chapter

Hey, I would appreciate it if you reblog this post! I try my hardest for this AU fic, so reblogging it and being able to share it goes a long way!

[haddonfieldwhore]

sweet dreams - mike schmidt

mike schmidt x gn!reader

pt.1 here

warnings: a bit more angst, nightmares, brief mention of blood, i don’t know fnaf lore super well so if anything is inaccurate i apologize!! i’m trying my best

word count: 965

groaning as the alarm on your phone blared for the second time, you rubbed your eyes as you sat up in bed. reaching for the screaming device, you shut off the ringer and looked at the time - 5:45. shit, you thought, jumping up out of bed, nearly slipping as the covers tangled around your feet. mikes car was in the shop for a flat tire and you were going to be late to pick him up from work. sliding on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, you threw one of mikes hoodies over your torso and sorted out your hair quickly before grabbing you phone and bag and running out the door. the cold weather prickled at your skin and you pulled the sweater tighter around yourself, the faintest scent of mikes cologne wafting into your nose. it was only about a 10 minute drive to the pizzeria, but still you were cutting it close and didn’t want to leave your boyfriend standing outside. starting your car, you turned the heat up to keep the cold morning air off of your tired body.

as you pulled into the parking lot, you noticed mike already sitting against the building, and you checked the time - 6:01. you were relieved that you hadn’t kept him waiting outside, and pulled up next to him. he jumped slightly as the car stopped in front of him, as if he hadn’t been paying attention or had been too zoned out to see you pull up to the building. standing up and dusting off the seat of his pants, he opened the passenger door and got in.

“hey,” he sighed, giving you a small smile.

“hey mike,” you smiled warmly back, leaning over to kiss his cheek gently, the shirt stubble there tickling your face. “i mean this as someone who loves you, but you look terrible.” he laughed under his breath.

“just tired,” he brushed it off, but you took a closer look at his face. there were dark circles under his eyes, and you noticed a cut above his eyebrow that was still bleeding a little. you grabbed a tissue and gently dabbed at his temple. “what are you- ah,” he hissed and you muttered an apology.

“baby, you’re bleeding. what happened?” mike touched his fingertips lightly to the injury, inspecting the crimson stain left on his hand.

“i must’ve hit my head on something… i’m okay.” he gently held your wrist as you tried to wipe at the blood again. how could he tell you the truth; that an animatronic animal had clawed him while trying to get into his office to stuff him into a costume? “really, i’m fine. you worry too much.” you sighed, not satisfied with his answer, but nevertheless put the car back in drive and finally pulled away from the building. out of the corner of your eye you noticed your boyfriends shoulders relax slightly as you left the parking lot.

“mike you promised me if anything weird happened-“ you pleaded.

“i know i know baby. but it’s only been like 4 days since i started. i’m just … getting used to the sleep schedule still. that’s all,” he assured you, but the uncertainty in his voice wasn’t very convincing.

“you mean the not sleeping schedule? mikey you haven’t slept more than 2 hours without waking up in days.” mike shuddered, trying to cover it up with a cough, but he wasn’t fooling anyone.

“y…you’ve noticed?” he mumbled.

“of course i’ve noticed.” you sighed. “it’s hard not to when you sleep next to me.” you laughed softly.

“i’m sorry-“ he began to apologize but stopped when you gave him a sympathetic look.

“you don’t have to apologize for having nightmares.” he nodded slightly in response, before looking out the window at the passing surroundings. he leaned his head back against the headrest and closed his eyes. you focused your attention back on the road for a second before out of your peripheral vision you noticed mike drift off to sleep, his head falling over towards your side of the car before you caught him with your hand. the gentle impact shook him awake, and he looked around to figure out where he was, a scared look on his face.

“what-“

“mike you’re still in the car with me. we’re almost home,” you gently stroked his hair as he leaned into your touch again.

“sor-“ he began to apologize again. “right.”

arriving at the apartment, you parked the car and got out, walking arm in arm with mike into your flat, sliding your shoes off and dropping your bag on the floor. you locked the door behind you as mike, too tired to walk to the bedroom, flopped onto work out couch in the small living room. you checked the time on your phone - still having a few hours before you had to leave for work. you set an alarm on your phone before walking over to the couch and cuddling up next to mike, who’s arms wrapped around you tightly so you wouldn’t fall.

“don’t you have to go to work?” he mumbled in your ear, his face buried in the crook of your neck.

“hmm not for a while. and i think i might take a personal day anyway,” you sighed, nuzzling closer to him and you felt yourself drifting off to sleep. “if you have any nightmares just wake me up okay? anything that’s trying to get you has to go through me first,” you promised, and mike chuckle slightly, sending a vibration through his chest.

“okay, i will,” he mumbled, nearly asleep already as he kissed your neck innocently, although he felt a pang in his heart as he thought to himself

you have no idea what you’re signing up for