#mike schmidt misses you

[mrslankyman]

Save Your Tears

Pairing: Mike Schmidt x (fem) reader

1k words

I don't know why I run away

I'll make you cry when I run away

Today was some random party my friend was having. I’ve never cared for parties past High School but Vanessa had offered to watch Abby. They always got along. Something I’m grateful for.

Little did I know tonight I was going to be reliving some feelings I’d rather forget.

As I walked into the house everyone was dressed up and dancing.

I had decided to just wear my dress shirt and tie. My black jeans and the best belt I own. I looked around and tried to smile. Mentally remembering that I wasn’t the cool kid I used to be. Or pretended to be.

The night was fine. I chatted with old friends. But something felt off. I turned around.

I saw you dancing in the crowded room. The girl whose heart I broke. You looked so happy when I’m not with you. Smiling and laughing with your friends.

You turned and looked at me. Your eyes widening in surprise till they slowly dipped down. My eyes were already off you. Trying to act as if I wasn’t there. A tear fell from your eye.

My heart ached as I looked anywhere but you. I turned away. Running away from those feelings. I quickly walked off to the kitchen.

I would do this all the time. Run off and think it would solve something.

I noticed as you walked into the kitchen. Going to grab a drink. I was standing by the table. You came walking out with the soda in hand. Walking right past me like I wasn’t there. Pretending like you didn’t care.

I knew better. I saw the tear stain on your cheek.

I looked down. Trying to remember our relationship. I made you think that I would always stay. Despite my issues. We got into a fight and I had said something I should never have said.

I broke your heart like how mine was. Jealous at how easily you could love and forgive. I couldn’t do that.. despite loving you I had to ruin it.

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“Mike! What is your deal? Why can’t we just talk. You never want to talk.” Your voice was thick with sadness. I was doing it again. Freaking out over my life. My brother, taking care of my sister and my job. You were added stress.

“I don’t wanna talk! We can talk later!” I had never yelled at you. I didn’t like raising my voice. So this shook you to your core. Staring at me.

“Nothing is going to solve itself unless you talk. I need you to talk to me Mike. I want us to work. I want this to work.” Your tears stained your cheek. Thankfully Abby was at school. She didn’t need to hear what was going to be spoken.

Your words and budging of me trying to open up was too much. I regret saying what I said. It was the most awful thing I could have spoken to someone who had given me so much love and more.

“Maybe I don’t want us to work! Maybe I don’t want this. You’re always pushing me to open up! Well.. I don’t want to! I don’t need you, Aunt Jane, or anyone. Everyone leaves me anyways! Garret left, my mom left and my dad! Only a matter of time till you leave. So I’ll do it for you, we’re done.” My voice was seething. You stared at me those eyes wide and tears pouring out.

I watched as you left. You had packed your things and were gone. 2 years down the drain. You couldn’t help me if I wasn’t willing to be helped.

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I knew you wouldn’t love me for a second time.

You’d always beg me to talk. Try to solve the issues you knew wouldn’t be solved. I wasn’t fixable. I’d run off from the problems. Leaving you crying.

I walked off from the kitchen and spotted you with your friends again. Your eyes caught mine. We stared at each other. The music blaring, people talking, bodies moving but we stayed in place.

I tried to walk through the crowd. Making my way to you. I ignored your friends snickers and jabs. Something you told me to do all those years ago. Don’t let people get to me.

I’d taken a lot of your advice. Your eyes watched me unsure. “Let’s talk.” Was all I said as I walked out. Assuming you’d follow. Which you did.

We slid outside to the back porch. The inside music noises dying away as the door closed.

A silence fell over us. We didn’t speak for a moment. I looked over at you, tears falling from your face. It had been 3 years since we dated. And yet you still cried for me.

That guilty feeling came back. The one I got when I laid in bed and thought of all the things I did wrong in life.

You were one thing I messed up terribly.

“Why did you break my heart?” You asked quietly.

“Why didn’t you tell me you fell apart?” I countered and looked at her. She looked up at me her eyes red and puffy.

“I-..” you sniffled your tears getting in the way. You couldn’t help but sob.

“I didn’t mean to say those things.” I put my hand on your shoulder, you looked up and caught my eyes. “I wanted to stay. I was dumb to walk off. Losing the one good thing I had in my life. I’ve learned a lot. Take me back.. I wanna stay this time.” My voice was soft. I wanted to sound serious. Show you I wanted this to work.

I had missed you too long. Seeing you in town. Out and about. I had hid. Not wanting you to see me. How low my life had been since I left you.

Now I didn’t care. I wanted you. I wanted you back so bad. So as your tears slid down your face and you thought on my offer. My head spun. Was this a mistake? You surely deserved someone better than me. But I wanted you back.

“Save your tears.” I spoke quietly and wiped them off your cheek. A small blush covered your cheeks. “You can cry another day. I made you do that enough before.” With that you kissed me. Your lips soft. I had miss this feeling. You tears subsided

You can save your tears for another day.

[chloesimaginationthings]

Michael Afton let his FNAF trauma slip again…

[sceletaflores]

teasing mike with an ice cube. 18+ mdni

not proofread don’t yell at me

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mike has been tied to the bed post for almost ten minutes now, and blindfolded for nearly just as long.

he’s fully worked himself up by this point. chest heaving, cheeks ruddy, lips slick and red, boxers tented deliciously. he looks perfect.

not to mention the thin lines of wetness trailing all over his chest and stomach, leaving little red paths from the intense cold in their wake.

you can’t remember who started this, all you remember is trying to fix mike and you a couple of drinks shortly after he got back from dropping abby at vanessa’s place. innocently filling each glass with ice cubes when mike slid up behind you, kissing your neck and whispering filth in your ear.

you rolled your eyes, feigning annoyance to rile mike up. it worked of course, he’s a simple man, but just not in the way you wanted it too. mike grabbed an ice cube and dropped it down the back of your shirt, and a small wrestling match ensued leaving both of you on the floor making out.

one thing led to another and mike hauled you up in a rush to get to the bedroom, you didn’t even notice he grabbed the glass full of ice cubes off the counter.

now you’re here, minus some clothes, sitting on mikes thighs trailing ice cube after ice cube over his sensitive skin on display.

“ah! mhm shit…” mike whimpers out when you run the cold ice over his left nipple, hands clenching and unclenching where they’re bound to the bedpost.

you hum back nonchalantly, mouth too occupied to respond fully. your lips wrapped around a piece of ice that’s quickly melting, you circle his nipple a few times drawing out little keens from him as you do.

the ice fully melts, leaving your lips cold as you trail kisses all along his pecs. you travel all the way up his neck, sucking at the sensitive spot behind his ear. mikes breathy moans make your heart race and fireworks go off deep in your stomach.

you take advantage of mike being blindfolded to surprise him, stopping your assault on his neck to kiss him properly. he responds almost immediately, craning his head up to desperately kiss you back and moaning into your mouth enthusiastically.

you smile into the kiss before you can stop yourself, mikes responsiveness to your touch never fails to make you giddy.

you pull back, breaking the kiss much to mikes dismay. he lets out an all suffering groan, trying his best to rear up in chase of your lips.

you sit back, just watching him for a second. the biggest drawback of the blindfold is that you can’t see mikes eyes. they’ve always been your favorite feature of his, they’re so expressive. you can read whatever he’s thinking by just looking in his eyes.

you reel back before you feel yourself starting to get too sentimental, that’s not what mike needs right now. that’s not what either of you need right now.

“how’s it feel?” you ask softly, running your hands up and down his chest.

mike shivers under your light touch. “feels weird,” he breathes out quietly, “feels so fucking good though.”

“yeah?” you ask hotly, reaching out to pluck another piece of ice wasting no time before popping it in your mouth and shuffling down mikes body.

“ah!” mike exclaims as you start up on his chest again, circling his right nipple a few times before making your way over to his left to repeat the process.

only this time you dare to go lower, dragging the ice down the center of his chest to his stomach to trace shapes with the ice. a circle, a square, a heart, you even spell your name out. mike yelps, his abs tensing.

“shit! baby oh god,” he babbles incoherently, head trashing back and forth on the pillow.

you trail the ice all the way to the hem of his boxers, kissing along where the seam meets his skin while raking your hands up his legs.

mike keens, his legs fight to stay still. “fuck yes, don’t stop. please don’t stop.”

hearing his desperate pleas and whines spur you on enough to stop teasing him. you roughly yank his boxers down, his hard dick bobbing out to slap against his stomach. you moan at the sight of him, flushed red and wet at the tip.

sparks go off at the base of your spine. you need him in your mouth now. you crunch down on your ice enthusiastically, swallowing the bits and pieces left.

you know your tongue, lips, and mouth are still cold from how many ice cubes you’ve gone through. apparently, mike didn’t think of that, so the cold kiss you plant on the tip of his dick takes him by surprise.

“fuck! oh fuck fuck fuck-“ he breathes out roughly as you run your cold tongue all over the length of him, kissing and suckling as you go.

you kiss your way up to the tip of his dick, gripping the base in your hand and wrapping your lips around the head.

“s’good baby, feels so good.” mike slurs quietly. you squeeze his thigh with your other hand, starting to bob your head in a steady rhythm.

you pull off, letting the spit that gathered in your mouth drip down the length of mikes dick before you continue bobbing your head. the lewd sound of slurping that fills the room makes your ears burn in the best way possible. the familiar weight and taste of him on your tongue leaves your pussy aching.

mike’s a incoherent mess at this point, reduced down to making needy sounds and tugging at his restraints in vain.

you plunge lower, down to the base of his cock and swallow around him. mike yelps.

“shit baby i’m gonna-fuck-i’m gonna fucking come.” he’s unable to stop the praises that flow out of his mouth. his legs are kicking out erratically, but you’ll give him a pass just this once.

you pull all the way off mike’s dick, using your hand to stroke him quickly. “do it mike. come for me,“ you purr hoarsely. “be good and come for me.” your lips brushing against the tip of mikes weeping dick has his orgasm hitting him like a train and spurting his come into your parted lips.

“fuck!” he shouts, voice raspy and loud. you bob your head down again to swallow his release, tearing an overwhelmed keen from mike’s chest. he’s rocking his hips mindlessly up into your mouth to ride out his orgasm.

you can tell that he’s extremely sensitive, but that doesn’t stop you. “oh shit–” mike gasps as you continue to suckle at his sensitive spent dick, coaxing out tiny drops of come.

“s’to much, i can’t!” he cries, hips pressing into the mattress trying to squirm away from the pleasure turned overstimulation. you take pity on him, and pull off after one long suck, pressing one last kiss to the head.

you slide up the length of mike’s body, pulling a blanket up with you to cover you both. his chest is heaving and he’s covered in sweat. “i’m gonna take the blindfold off.” you say softly, reaching up to gently remove the blindfold. he only grunts in response.

mike has his eyes closed when you take it off him, still coming down from his orgasm. then you undo the tie you used as a makeshift rope to free his wrists from the bedpost. tossing both items aside you finally lay down and cuddle up next to mike.

he turns his head to you, eyes open and looking into yours. “hi.” you say with a soft smile.

mike laughs weakly, strong arms circling your waist to pull you closer. “that was… holy shit.” mike says reverently. you laugh, tangling your legs with his under the blanket. “you’re welcome.”

mike doesn’t respond, instead leaning in to kiss you. the two of you slowly make out, hands roaming each others body’s contently. you pull back just enough to rest your forehead against his.

“you want that drink now?”

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taglist!

@yuenity @ebodebo @mfdxz

[theautisticjedi]

NEW FNAF MOVIE 2 MIKE PICTURES?!??!

Source

[gdp03]

Rating From 10/10: What are the Odds of Them Becoming Siblings After Reading This?

I'm talking about Mike and Vanessa.

IMO, it's not impossible, but a little unlikely after this. Ik Scott is an... interesting writer (let's put it like that), but he wouldn't go down that path, right?

... RIGHT??

Ik this novel's from an old script but shhhh, let's not talk about that 🤫.

4/10, icl.

[this-aint-massachusetts]

im actually motivated to work on my wips for once but idk which one to do so tumblr do yo thang

[glamrockmike]

hey. i know it’s 2025. but. fnaf 2 movie releases this december. don’t cry, okay?

[bluew0lf123]

FNAF’s 10th anniversary art 4 of 4 completed!!

This one is less directly birthday themed like the other ones and more just a drawing to have all of the first game characters because it’s their anniversary!

I figured having the ghost kids and them drawing with PG and Mike would be cute. Mike here is an anomaly because he is a version I made of him around 2014 so he isn’t actually an Afton?? Maybe I’ll make a post about my interesting Fnaf universe if people are interested-

Anyway hello hello to the like 15 other people on here who still care about Phone Guy(and the like 6 of those that care about PG being parental to the dead kids) hope you guys especially like this I have been enjoying your posts from a far!!

Happy 10th birthday FNAF :D You’ll always be my favorite series and I will love you hopefully forever. I await to see where you go!

[theballadofmars]

I saw the fnaf movie and now I need a fic using the ballpit where Gregory and Abby exchange places and you have Glamrock Freddy possesed by Michael Afton having the time of his life with Abby and helping game Vanessa with the power of friendship while movie Mike has to chase Gregory around the building and stop him so he doesn't attack movie Vanessa.

[emeraldart]

Okay I know everyone and their mother has done this concept but I’m just mentally ill over the fact that Elizabeth is (implied to be) an only child in the novels.

[joemothersfavoritechild]

“don’t leave” mike schmidt x reader

-mike schmidt x childhood best friend reader

-a couple words probably

an: um.. hey guys. first off, i’m sorry that i completely abandoned my mike fic. i’m still very much obsessed with him, but the obligation of doing it and hoping that people would like it freaked me out. sorry :)))

on another note, here’s a little something that i wanted to share. i got my inspiration from a tiktok comment lmao. also this is a one shot, i have no motivation for another one (maybe MAYBE an epilogue).

also where tf did you guys go? ik i stopped posting but that doesn’t mean that you’re allowed to :(

summary: you’re about to leave for college when your childhood friend texts you.

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i’m here

The text was a little jarring. The blinding light of your phone reminds you of the fluorescent lights of the high school you just graduated from. It’s been two months since you wore the cap and gown and it was time to start becoming an adult. You looked back towards the box, marked with your name, as you tossed a pair of socks into it.

You were packing to leave. You had lucked out, with a scholarship to a college that was widely out of your price range and states away. You worked your ass off and it meant something, it was a dream. You’d have free housing on campus and finally get to see what it was like to be on your own. As you looked back at your phone, you wondered if maybe it was a nightmare.

Mike had texted you, your best friend of years. You’d met when you were seven when you’d moved into his neighborhood. You were young and scared but Mike pulled you down the street and you never looked back. You’ve gone through literally everything together, puberty, fights, and that one time in middle school when you dated (but don’t talk about).

You were sixteen when you realized that you were in love with him. The two of you were at his house, watching tv on the couch while his parents were gone, which was most of the time. You can’t remember what you were watching, it was probably some shitty action movie that he had been bugging you about. You were laid down across the couch, legs in his lap, not paying attention to the screen. You felt his hands on you, rubbing into the skin of your calves. Taking in a sharp breath from your nose, you realize that this isn’t something that “normal” friends feel. The realization laid heavy in your chest for years, far too scared to lose him if you said something.

Now you were going to lose him anyway. You’d be gone for four years, a lot could happen in that time. People say that they’ll still talk, text every day, but you know it’s a crock of shit. People change and fall out of touch in a few months, who knows what could happen in years. Maybe he’d realize he was better off without his friend who was constantly staring at him. Maybe he’d get an actual girlfriend, or maybe you’d be able to move on.

You narrowed your eyes at the words on your screen, what was he doing here? It was like 3 am and you were leaving in the morning. You’d already said your goodbyes. Mike was staying in town, saying that he’d rather start working than go to college. He’d never admit it, but you knew it was because he couldn’t afford it.

You left your phone as you stood up from the ground and creeped out of your room. Your parents were sleeping, like you should’ve been, but you were a procrastinator at heart and put off your packing till the last minute. You slowly closed your door behind you, tiptoeing to the front door.

Holding your breath, you inched the front door open. Mike was standing there, staring at the ground, his bike thrown carelessly behind him. He looked up as he heard the door. Your eyes widened as you took in his appearance, was he crying? It was dark, all the lights were off, but you could see a familiar glisten in his eyes. You slipped out onto the front porch, shutting the door with a quiet click.

“Mike?” You asked, not sure what was happening.

He gave you a small smile, “Hey.”

You gave him an uncertain smile of your own, crossing your arms around yourself to try to warm up. The air was bitter and whipped at your skin.

“What’s going on?” You asked quietly.

He looked away from you, letting out a deep sigh. You watched his every move, noticing the fast pace of his breath.

“I- I just. I’m going to miss you.” He whispered, his voice wobbling.

You couldn’t respond as he pulled you into a bone-crushing hug, knocking the air from your lungs. You quickly reciprocated the embrace, wrapping your arms around his middle. He nuzzled his face into your neck, wetting the t-shirt you wore. Now you knew he was crying. He was practically shaking in your arms, and you couldn’t help but feel tears of your own fill your eyes.

Mike was all you’ve known for a decade, your dearest friend. You’d be moving in with strangers and having to start from scratch. In all the excitement, you didn’t realize that you would be leaving him alone. You sniffled as you cried harder.

“I’m not leaving forever, you can visit. And you’ll always be my best friend.”

He scoffed into your shoulder, momentarily stunning you. Had you said something? Was he not wanting to visit? Your mind raced as he was silent.

“Jesus, I’m in love with you. I’ve been in love with you since we were kids.” He said, almost knocking the wind out of you.

What the hell was he talking about? Your world shattered as he held you closer, crying a little more into your shirt. You weren’t sure what to say. He was saying everything you’d wanted to hear at the worst moment. You’d be states away from him for years.

You pulled him closer with a hand on the back of his neck, feeling hot tears run down your cheeks. You laughed a little at the irony, a back-door confession at its finest. You responded quickly, the words leaving your mouth before your brain could catch up.

“I’m not laughing at you, I’m laughing because I have to leave in a few hours and I’ve loved you ever since I’ve known you.”

He shook in your hands as he cried harder.

“Great timing, huh?” He joked softly.

You let out a silent laugh that turned into a sigh. Looking at the dreary view of your neighborhood after dark, you imagined a world where you weren’t the scared sixteen-year-old girl who couldn’t make eye contact with him for a week after realizing she liked him. Would you have been able to have a few good years? You imagined him asking you to prom, kissing him goodbye in the school parking lot, cuddling on couches when it would mean something.

“This sucks.” You muttered.

“Absolutely.” He responded, pulling himself off of your neck so he could see you. He gave you a sad smile, holding your face in his hand, as he swiped your tears away with his thumb.

You looked at each other for a moment, not sure what to say. Then his mouth was on yours, your eyes closing out of instinct. It was complete desperation; wet and salty from the crying that the two of you had been doing. You pulled him closer, feeling something warm pool in your stomach. He held you closer in his hands.

You might not have had any idea of what you were supposed to do after this, or what it meant for the two of you, but all that mattered was this moment. His scent, his taste, and the way he felt on your lips. Thoughts of road trips and unpacking were forgotten, the only thing that surrounded you was Mike.

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** i still don’t give you permission to use my work as your own. this belongs to @joemothersfavoritechild **

[sleepyhutcherson]

help im so desperate to write anything mike schmidt but im lacking ideas 😔 if anyone has any suggestions im open to anything rn :b

[highhhfiveee]

long time!

hi hi [: i wanted to come on and say hello, but also to let you all know that i’m (slowly but surely) working on part 5 of safety net!

this last half of the story is a bit more complex and the parts are longer so it’s been taking more time!!have no fear, i’m still here 💜 see y’all soon!

[xcherryerim]

[cloudwhisper23]

The Protector still hadn’t said a word, not since “Mike” had been decommissioned. This time, they sent the girl.

She crept in slowly, peering around, feeling about the room. The night guard was still in here. She could sense him. The other missing child hadn’t looked too hard. The golden Bonnie suit had been completely removed, but Fredbear, or as the missing kids called him, "Goldie" was still in there.

Staring into his pitch-black, seemingly empty eyes, the girl felt a chill. She felt someone staring back at her. “This isn’t funny,” she whispered. “You’re our Protector. You aren’t supposed to scare us.”

The suit didn’t reply, just as the Protector hadn’t been. But the girl had a suspicion that this wasn’t the Protector. This was someone else. She ran from the room, shooting past the waiting children to scream at the Protector. He was hiding from them, and she didn’t stop until she found him, right behind the curtain on the main show stage. He'd also been watching to see what they'd figured out about the suit.

“Why’d you let him stay?” she cried, not caring if the new night guard heard. “He’s dangerous, you said that yourself! And now he’s taken over Goldie, and you just let him.”

The Protector froze, lifting his head. All four of the missing kids saw the lines of ghostly tears running down his face for the first time. For a second, the girl hesitated, feeling a bit guilty. He was upset about it too.

But the other kids had picked up on what she said, and they were all very frightened still. “We lost the safest suit. And you let it happen. How could you?”

“He’ll be able to hunt us down now,” another one said.

“Some protector you are,” the third boy said furiously. He crossed his arms. “Can’t even do that right.”

The Protector’s lip trembled as they spoke, but he still didn’t speak. More tears ran down his face, and he just crumpled to the floor. Curled up in a ball, the Protector blocked out the accusations, feeling just as worthless as he had back when he was alive.

So, if anyone recalls this ask I sent to @lonelyfreddles, this is an excerpt from a continuation I've started writing. Hope you don't mind that I took the Silent Protector AU idea and started running with it!