#Mike out from his house

[lastnightonthecyclone]

Another fucking wip on fnaf because inconsistency is my skill

#In my au the crying child kind of accidentally helped kill Charlie lol. He pushed her outside and locked her in the rain. Tee hee #And THEN. He went to go check on her because he felt a little bad since Sammy was going ballistic #and accidentally witnessed the last bits of his dad murdering Charlie. He then hides and was going to wait for his dad to leave but #Since OBVIOUSLY will needs to dispose of evidence he was going to stay there. So he kind of. Went over to his dad and they had a mutual agr #Will in return started treating him “better” and also stopped using him for experiments (as much) and instead tried doing remanent stuff #And then Mike and Elizabeth got kind of envious (this was also their father subconsciously pitting all three against eachother ) #so then they started to bully cc #Sammy comes into play because he also kind of helped cc push Charlie outside because Charlie was deemed “the favorite” and Henry truly #Never bothered to try and care for Sammy. This is not saying he treated Charlie good either #but. He treated her VISIBLY better than Sammy #and Sammy looked up to William (this is actually kind of relevant and is the reason why security breach and help wanted exist because… #Sammy saw William and his work as amazing and even when he figured out he used actual children for his stuff he continued it needlessly. #He usually spent more time in the Afton household than his own which is. Quite sad. William actually thought of him as the perfect nephew/ #Apprentice and taught him in his ways. He’s as old as Micheal #and also the Freddy bully. (I’m figuring out how to not make him white #Oh. Right #also cc was friends with sam #(the one u shouldn’t have killed) and she has two siblings #Why is this relevant. WELL. BUDDY. So the Bonnie bully is in fact Jeremy.F #he has an older sister named Ximena. She worked at Fredbear’s diner and then circus baby’s pizza world #and Jeremy was friends with Micheal AND SAMMY. eventually after Will murdered the og kids #Jeremy was tasked with distracting Mike. #Their younger half sibling is Sammy. Jeremy is also later tasked by William to distract Micheal in any means possible from what Will is doi #Ximena’s life was essentially theatened and in order for will to ensure the animatronics don’t target her Jeremy was forced to distract mik #Even though he was still grieving for his sister and grappling guilt over cc. Mike also was somewhat mean to him sometimes and Jeremy a #Babysat Elizabeth sometimes. By distraction William never clarified so Jeremy kind of went for a romantic ish approach. He’d constantly tak #There’s more but I don’t want to explain 😭 #Mike out from his house

[artiststarme]

A Sleepwalking Surprise

I have no idea what this is. I hope you guys like it and please leave your thoughts in the comments.

~*~*~*~

“You walk into the dark cavern to reveal the fire-breathing dragon that’s been charring the King’s soldiers and burning them to crisps. The mighty beast is towering and its scales are seemingly impenetrable. The dragon notices your entrance and spews a fiery and gruesome spray of fire at the Party before any of you have a chance to react. Roll for damage.”

The entire Party grumbled and rolled their dice. They thought they were going to find treasure, not a dragon trying to burn them all to death. Gareth’s half orc ranger and Dustin’s own half elf bard suffered the most damage at the surprise attack. Gareth muttered something about Eddie always targeting his characters and grunted in anger. 

Eddie chuckled mockingly at them from behind his DM screen, “Gwaine and Lorcan suffer fire damage and drop their weapons when the flames lick at their hands. Lorcan, what’s your action?”

Dustin huffed with stress and ran a hand through his exposed curls. “I roll for initiative.”

“Go ‘head and roll,” Eddie told him, taking a sip of his Mountain Dew from his chalice. The bastard looked devious as he eyed him over the lip of the prop. 

Dustin blew on his dice to wish them luck. This roll could make or break the rest of the game for him. “14. Lorcan picks up his lute and attempts to entrance the dragon with music.”

“Alright, Lorcan is able to retrieve his instrument from the ground where it sustained some minor charring but remains playable. The dragon is distracted and does not notice the first few notes of tune…”

Dustin was on the edge of his seat. Was it going to work? Would his move save the Party?

“The dragon released one more bellowing breath of fire at the Party before his eyes glaze- Stevie?”

Dustin’s eyes whipped open. Steve? What the hell was he doing in this story? He followed Eddie’s gaze to see Steve, his best friend and babysitter, standing in the entrance of the trailer’s kitchen. He was standing tensely with his eyes roughly unfocused on Eddie. 

“What the hell is Steve doing here?” Dustin asked his dungeon master. 

“Is he okay?” Lucas asked him in concern. 

But Eddie just waved them off, “he’s fine. He sleepwalks sometimes,” then he turned to Steve. “C’mon Big Boy, let’s get you back to bed.”

He rested a gentle hand on his back and one on his arm then guided Steve back to the bedroom. Meanwhile, the kids were dumbfounded. Why was their babysitter, the one that said he had plans today and couldn’t join the session, in Eddie Munson’s trailer? They didn’t even know they were still friends after the Upside Down!

Jeff, Gareth, and Grant didn’t even blink at Steve’s presence. To be fair though, they’d known Eddie a lot longer than the other boys and he’d done a lot weirder things than mother-henning the reformed King of Hawkins High. 

A few minutes later, Eddie returned to the living room and picked up right where he left off. “The dragon’s eyes glaze over and he becomes transfixed by the music! He can’t focus on anyone other than Lorcan’s pudgy fingers delivering the sweet, sweet tunes. Droggom, what’s your move?”

“Okay, wait a goddamn minute. Are we not going to talk about how you have Steve sleeping in your bed right now?” Mike sputtered. 

Eddie in his part just looked confused. “Where else would he sleep? He’s tired and you’re all sitting on the couch.”

Mike gestured with his hands in frustration and shot a look at Dustin. It was in his hands now to get answers. “Why can’t he sleep at his own house? And since when are you guys friends? We need answers!”

“Oh, we’re friends alright. We’re great friends. Now, focus on the game or I’ll maim you. Where were we?”

~*~*~*~

The game continued for the next several hours without interruption. However, just as they were wrapping up for the session and settling at a tavern, Steve came walking back down the hallway. He was yawning and fiddling with a pair of wire-framed glasses perched on his nose. Dustin couldn’t help but feel even more confused. Since when did Steve wear glasses?

Eddie perked up in his seat immediately upon visage of Steve. His deceitful smirk turned into a genuine smile and he hopped up to meet Steve as soon as he crossed into the living room. 

“Stevie! Are you awake this time?” Eddie wrapped his arms around him in an engulfing embrace. 

“Mhmm, still tired though,” he muttered. Then he took everyone by surprise. Steve pulled away from the hug only to plant a kiss directly on Eddie’s lips before walking into the kitchen. 

Everyone’s jaws dropped. Dustin didn’t know whether to voice his support or yell at them for not telling him anything and the rest of the group seemed to be in the same boat as they stared unmovingly at Eddie. And Eddie just stood still as if he couldn’t believe that had just happened. 

Suddenly, there was a crash in the kitchen and a shouted, “shit!”

Steve rushed back out, now wide awake, and looked at Eddie in horror. “Oh god, fuck, shit! Fuck Eddie, do you think they noticed?”

“Yeah we noticed!” Lucas yelled.

“How the hell do you think we could’ve missed that?!” Dustin cried. Jesus Christ, seeing your two older male friends macking on each other left an impression.

“Why the fuck are you smooching on Eddie?! First my sister and now Eddie too?!” Mike screamed at him in offended outrage.

The poor Corroded Coffin guys just looked so tired. They knew already and Dustin would never forgive them for keeping it a secret from him. 

Eddie looked at Steve, “yeah, I think they noticed.”

Steve just sighed and grabbed his keys. “I have to leave now or I’ll be late for work. See you guys later!”

“And leave me here with these assholes? I think fucking not. I’m coming with you, let’s go,” he told him. Eddie grabbed his wallet and boots as he walked to the door. He shouted to the group over his shoulder, “lock up when you leave!”

The Hellfire club heard the Beemer’s engine rev and then they were alone. Dustin just looked at the other boys in confusion before screaming a loud, “what the fuck?!”

Just a few hours later, Dustin, Lucas, and Mike would corner Steve and Eddie in Family Video. They’d find out that Steve regularly sleeps over at the Munson trailer and that they’d been dating for three months. Dustin would give them his support before immediately slugging Eddie for ‘defiling his older brother’ and getting a wedgie in return. Sigh, good times, good times indeed. 

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#Robin is really mad when she finds out because they told the kids first #Eddie bans Hellfire from his house because obviously someone can't keep his private affairs private #looking at you Steve #The CC boys know because Steve did the exact same thing at band practice #stranger things #steddie #fanfic #steve harrington #eddie munson #dustin henderson #mike wheeler #lucas sinclair #corroded coffin #hellfire #gareth emerson #jeff #grant

[romainlettusdinnerparty]

ok not to be controversial but if you think that joyce byers (joyce byers!!!) would choose to stay with hopper over her boys?? i’m so sorry but you’re crazy for that

#don’t get me wrong i love it for fic purposes and like drama #but like canonically? #that woman would not let them out of her sight #let alone live in another house from her #jonathan i can get behind cuz yk she’s been kind yk about him #but not will?? not with his connection to the ud?? #this feels mean #if this is too mean lmk and i’ll cry #i just think she would not live in the cabin with hop and el if will and jonathan couldn’t live there #stranger things #byler #mike wheeler #will byers #joyce byers #jonathan byers #stranger things 5 #st5 #st5 theory #st5 speculation #byler tumblr #stranger things theory #byler endgame #st5 predictions #mine

[oetscop]

they finally found mike.

#petscop #petscop art #rainer hammond #daniel hammond #daniel nlm #petscop rainer #petscop daniel #petscop michael #michael hammond #eyes #my art #this is me introducing The Agony into my blogs ecosystem after the last mike drawing #also im um evil or whatever #his body wasnt even all that far from the house #they never found out who commited the hit and run. daniel believed ir was marvin from the start #but there was no evidence for that #snd i mean when theres significant gaps in your memory... #gotta have someone to blame #and the alcoholic piece of shit you recently assaulted in your own drivway makes a lot of sense

[dire-kumori]

Begun fantasizing about a scenario in which, shortly after Evan’s passing, William throws Michael out of the house in the middle of the night in a moment of drunken rage. Isolated from his friends and estranged from his uncle, Michael makes his way to Fredbear’s Family Diner, which is still closed following the Bite. It’s just a place to crash for the night, before William sobers up and inevitably forgets he locked Mike out and gets angry all over again at him for ‘sneaking out.’ He knows the drill.

While in the restaurant Mike finds Fredbear with his little brother’s blood dried all over it. Despite being pretty numb over the past several weeks, he’s suddenly overcome with every emotion he’s been bottling up; fear, rage, sorrow, pain, and so, so much guilt. He breaks down into sobs, apologizing to the animatronic as if Evan would be able to hear him through the animatronic.

And Evan... does.

The sound of Michael’s voice wakes up Evan’s spirit inside the animatronic. He’s confused, terrified, not recognizing where he is or what form he’s in. He does recognize Michael, however, and reacts with sheer horror. As does Michael when he sees Fredbear begin moving on its own and shrieking and flailing around on stage.

Between Evan’s screaming and panicking and sobbing, Michael puzzles out that the seemingly haunted animatronic is, in fact, his little brother. He’s equally terrified; Evan has every reason to hate him and want him dead, and in that large, metal body he could very easily make that happen. But even so, he inches his way towards Evbear, and softly says his brother’s name. Evan’s animatronic body can’t cry, but Michael can hear mechanical sobs echoing from inside as Evan says he just wants to go home and begs Michael to take him there.

And Michael... does.

All of this because I want a comical reverse-heist scene of Michael sneaking his now six foot tall metal brother into the house without alerting William.

#also William bursting into Mike's room and nearly catching Evbear #but Mike's thrown a sheet over Evan's head to hide him at the last second #his attempts at acting natural fall completely flat but William just snaps at him for hiding 'trash' under his blanket before storming out #I have no idea what would actually happen once Mike sneaks Evan into the house and Mike has no idea either #he didn't think that far #FNAF #Michael Afton #Evan Afton #William Afton's A+ Parenting #abuse cw #alcohol cw #can you tell my ghost rules change from one AU to the next?

[counting-stars-gayly]

I was trying to figure out how Mike developed a hero complex at such an early age, since his home life doesn’t give any evidence of encouraging a hero complex. Then I realized that, at five years old, he made friends with someone who was being abused. He probably wanted to protect Will from his father but couldn’t do much (being a small child), and because he felt responsible for Will’s safety, that led to his feelings of inadequacy and therefore a need to be needed in order to prove that he could do right by someone.

#little kids’ brains aren’t able to properly process intense circumstances (like abuse) so trying to help out a friend turned into identity #issues rooted in the core of his personality #this is also probably how (or at least the main reason why) the wheelers’ basement became the hub for all of Mike’s friends #I bet he invited Will over a LOT to keep him away from Lonnie and when they met Lucas they all hung out at Mike’s house because Mike wanted #to be in control of the situation and even when they kept meeting new kids the situation stayed the same save for number of party members #and I bet when Will Lucas and Dustin were getting bullied that just fueled Mike’s hero complex further #somebody get this boy a therapist #mike wheeler #mike wheeler analysis #will byers #mike and will #will and mike #byler #byler analysis #stranger things #stranger things analysis #st s1 #st s2 #st s3 #st s4 #mike wheeler apologist #mike wheeler protection squad #mike wheeler defender #mike wheeler defense squad #mike wheeler get behind me #mike wheeler needs a hug #will byers needs a hug #finn wolfhard #the party #lonnie byers

[rotisseries]

glad to see we all like to have a normal one on byler tag dot tumblr dot com

#this isn't vaguing anyone specific I see this take a lot. both ways too #you say “will doesn't like taylor” and someone takes it as invitation to be like “you're SO right he's a pretentious little asshole” #or they're like “WHY DO YOU THINK HE'S A PRETENTIOUS ASSHOLE” GIRL WHEN DID I SAY EITHER OF THOSE THINGS #the second one happens more though. at least from what I see #this happens a bit with mike too but it's less common lmao #anyway. I don't think he's a swiftie (or mike) I think it's ooc and I do have detailed thoughts on it #I've put a lot of thought into most of the st characters music taste actually I have this long ass post from october about it #and I DON'T think he's a pretentious asshole. I DO think he's OPINIONATED though #(that boy is very opinionated about things he's passionate about who remembers his review of that movie reviewer?) #but he wouldn't be like. a dick about it when el starts playing taylor around the house #but he's not a swiftie I just COULD NOT see it it isn't his taste #and for both mike and will people are like “well wouldn't they resonate with aspects of her songwriting?” #that is not the only thing that goes into music taste lmao #anyway. just. idk. byler as swifties? it's a no to me it just seems so out of character TO ME #elmax are free game though they love her! #anyway idk some of you like to project your own music taste on your favorite characters and it's fine to admit you're doing that btw #stranger things #byler #will byers

[woosh-floosh]

Even though I'm not caught up on Taskmaster I still lurk around a bit online and get impressions of each series. I don't think I heard anything online about series 10 (besides Katherine Parkinson being similar to her IT Crowd character) but it ended up being one of my favorites! I'm going to miss the whole cast but especially Johnny Vegas!

#favorite task was probably the catapult one and the make a house out of beer mats one #the cast was also extremely giddy from being in lockdown and it made the laughter very infectious! #I've only seen the first two episodes of the IT Crowd years ago and I didn't like it at all so I really had no idea what I was in for #only other thing I know about the IT Crowd is the creator is so transphobic that his wife divorced him and took the kids #Series 11 is next and all I've heard about this series is Mike Wozniak #guess I'll see if he lives up to the hype.... #taskmaster

[blackcanary567]

Ronance as Batman and Catwoman but Nancy as Batman and Robin as Catwoman just for the sheer hilarity of their first meeting not remotely going how they thought it would.

Like, Robin’s heard all about the big, bad bat that took down the mob, foiled the Joker, fought Bane and has terrorised the criminal underworld. She’s seen hardened criminals shaking while telling her about their encounters with the vigilante, swearing it can’t be human. Nancy’s been tracking a number of robberies targeting the rich and corrupt, hearing stories of a woman who can break in, take what she wants and leave without anyone noticing, even highly trained security teams.

They finally meet when Nancy finds Robin stealing from someone she’s investigating. Robin’s expecting some huge, over six foot, burly man dressed as a bat, not this ball of angst and rage who’s top of the head only just reaches her eyes while in heavy boots (she later finds out about the red-headed spitfire sidekick in the red and green suit, and discovers Nancy’s identity after her annoying little brother and his friends come into the Batcave to convince her to let them drive the Batmobile). Meanwhile, Nancy thought the theft would be some graceful and sly master of her craft, but then Robin’s tripping over her own feet, talks at a mile a minute and has a terrible time understanding social cues (they go back to Robin’s apartment when they decide to team up, where she has her numerous cats all named after characters from noir movies and lives with her best friend who just so happens to be Nancy’s ex-boyfriend from high school.)

(This is definitely not an excuse for Robin is some cool catsuit with her patches and Nancy’s jawline à la Pattinson’s Batman. Or for Nancy to pin Robin to a table.)

#robin also hasn’t been intentionally targeting the corrupt #her and steve just thought it’d be fun to rob a bunch of his asshole parents friends #she is the daughter of a mob boss like selina is #targeting him was the whole reason she started thieving #the bat was the once who eventually took him down so robin resents nancy for that #instead of alfred nancy has joyce who was the house keeper along with her two sons #with jonathan being nancy childhood friend #kinda similar to rachel dawes’ family in the nolanverse trilogy #mike found out about two and a half years into her vigilantism #(she’s in her early twenties while he’s about twelve and their parents died when he was still a baby) #he and the party 100% started investigating and had to be rescued when it went wrong #que her animatedly lecturing them while Commissioner Jim Hopper watches from a distance #also max is jason todd-esque but with a happier ending #cause nancy’s more well adjusted than bruce from raising mike #god i wish i could write #ronance #nancy x robin #robin x nancy #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #stranger things

[bylertruther]

me, gripping the bathroom sink so hard it hurts and staring at myself in the mirror: i'm not gonna write possessed!will every time. i am NOT going to write possessed!will every time. i am NOTTTTTTT! GOING! TO! WRITE! POSSESSED!WILL! i am GOING to write NORMAL, REGULAR FUNKY LITTLE SCRUNKLY GUY WILL for once! i am NOT going to write poss—

also me, as soon as i open literally any of my WIPs ever: haha sooooooo there's this incorporeal entityyyy / ghostttt.... 😌💅

#wouldnt be me if i didnt make each of my wills be haunted whether by a literal incorporeal entity of unimaginable power or #simply the ghosts of his past hehehehe 😌💅 (i say w tears in my eyes) #theres jus smth abt haunted characters tht is sooooo Scrumptious #characters who cannot let go #characters who god/fate/the powers that be cannot let go of #characters who are forced to carry the weight of more than they ever asked to bear #characters who have no choice but to play their part n read the lines they've been given #characters who break out of that role and are forced to suffer the consequences by aforementioned fate/god/the powers that be #IT'S SO YUMMY #because then there's always the character that's in love with this haunted house of a person (mike) who sees their ghosts and doesn't #run away! wouldn't ever even think to run away! who recognizes the story they're in because they're a storyteller too and instead of #letting this haunted hero continue to read his lines he's going to say NO!! no more!! from this moment on we are writing our own story!! #and we are going to make it so good and fun and full of love and light there will be no room for ghosts or monsters or evil it will be this #always!!!! in this story we will be safe!! for once and for all!! and who is the hero to say no? how can he look at such conviction and #love and desperation and NOT believe in it? i just. THEY !!!!!!!!!!!! #anyway. feeling so normal abt my lil monster boy n the brave paladin n this fic . so normal SOOO very normal and regular!

[m-owo-n]

Can someone please write a fic that’s like “5 times Steve tries rolling for a nat 20 and the 1 time he did” style where Steve decided he’ll make a move on Eddie if the D20 will let him? The five times is it rolling low and he just makes an ass of himself but Eddie is like dumbfounded and has heart eyes every time because he has no idea what’s happening but here Steve Harrington is in front of him pulling a D20 out his pocket while they were just sitting in a diner?? He’s rolling it???? … oh my god I didn’t know that was something that can happen to a pancake. Hes in love.

#the kids know of course #the first roll happens in front of them #at this point steve has given in and let Dustin teach him SOME d nd so he can understand for Eddie and that’s how he came up with the idea #but #the first time is during a hellfire night that he’s hosting at his house #and they’re wrapping up and Eddie turns to him with the biggest grin #Steve just watched him for hours be a source of happiness to these kids and the passion that just spilled out from everything he did #and he’s looking at Steve with sparkling eye and saying something stupid probably and Steve doesn’t care #he just wants to kiss him. so he marches up to the table #grabs mikes d20 (‘hey what the hell!!’) and rolls it #it’s a one #and he promptly turns around ignoring everyone’s questions #they follow him as he goes out his back door and just goes to the edge of his pool #and fully dressed #belly flops in #the kids are cracking up and end up jumping in the pool too yelling at Steve still (‘what even WAS that dude???’) #Eddie is the last one in because if you can’t beat em join em and he is SO confused but delighted because indeed what the hell #but it becomes a memorable experience by the end of the night with the kids #who huddled together with towels on their way home in Steve’s car #and Steve had to go to the door with each kid apologizing for bringing them home late and it was his fault for the impromptu pool party #so sorry promises he’s a responsible adult #IDK WHERE ELSE THIS IS GOING I JUST THOUGHT ITD BE CUTE #I’d write it if I co u l d #stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson

[nancywheeeler]

strange (but not a stranger)

relationships: mike & eddie, the party & eddie, background steve/eddie word count: 10k rating: t description:  Max saddles up to him, dusting off her smuggest smile. “Huh, seems like they all ditched your dungeon for a way cooler, sexier dungeon.” Through gritted teeth, Mike spits out, “That’s not how Dungeons and Dragons works.” [or, mike must contend with the fact that everyone in his life seems to like eddie more than him] read on ao3

“You never let us play The Clash during sessions,” Mike says, recalling vividly a time Gareth was pulling out of the school parking lot after a Hellfire meeting, Blondie blasting from his car speakers, and Eddie managed to stop him just so he could eject the tape and stomp it into smithereens. At Hellfire—and in Eddie’s presence generally—you had to follow the Munson creed: if it’s not metal, it isn’t music.

“That’s because you’re just listening to it because it’s popular.” Eddie places his hand fondly atop Will’s head, musing his hair. “Will here understands them.”

“Yeah, Michael,” Will teases, “have The Clash ever saved your life?”

#'did anyone tell mike his dm died in the upside down?' #no because he is alive and well and stealing all of mike's best friends #stranger things #my writing #the real reason the duffers killed off eddie is because they know a will and eddie friendship would have been too powerful #in this house we love and support and lightly torture mike wheeler #it's been a hot minute since i wrote from his pov #it's like coming home to my wonderfully jerky son who didn't take the trash out like i asked him to #my google doc for this had a 5.5k word limit posted at the very top #why bother you ask? great question. no answer.

[pasukiyo]

BEAUTIFUL THING

mike schmidt x f!reader word count; 2,573 warnings; smut, no plot, just porn :D summary; there was nothing in the world she wanted more than mike schmidt. but what were the chances he'd ever make a move on her?

 She wanted Mike Schmidt.

 Don’t get her wrong, she absolutely adored Abby, she was sweet, funny, and overall not a hard kid to take care of. But she knew all too well what her intentions were when she agreed to take up the babysitting job— how could she say no when he looked at her like that with those big, deep brown eyes?

 It was another late night spent at the Schmidt house— Mike had just gotten himself a new job with unholy hours, some late night security gig he had no choice but to take. Her mouth opened in a yawn and through her bleary vision, she blinked down to the watch on her wrist. 

 4:30 AM. Mike wouldn’t be back for another hour and a half or so. 

 She sighed and threw her head back against the cushions, staring absentmindedly at the television as some old cartoon played, audio soft and muffled. She wasn’t sure why she even bothered trying to stay up for Mike— she’d been babysitting for him for months, (without pay, might she add) and still, neither he nor she had made any moves. She wasn’t even sure if he ever even intended to make a move on her. 

 But she was just so certain that he felt at least some sort of attraction towards her. She could see it in the way he looked at her, how his eyes would absentmindedly trail down her body against his better judgment, how he’d pull the inside of his bottom lip between his teeth while he did. She could see it in the way his body would react when she came too close, like when she gave him a handshake or playfully shoved his shoulder.

 It was the same way she reacted when he was close. 

 Surely it couldn’t all be for nothing?

 Her eyelids were falling heavy against her eyes and she slowly slumped further into the cushions of the couch, hands tightening around the blanket around her body. Sleep was so close that she could reach out and feel it, and she would’ve slipped into the arms of slumber if it hadn’t been for the opening and closing of the front door. 

 She grumbled and furrowed her brows down at her watch. 

 4:35 AM. Mike wasn’t supposed to be home yet. 

 At the notion, she jolted and snapped her head towards the entrance, her heart thrumming against her chest as she prepared herself for the sight of a total stranger, ready to make a run straight for Abby’s room. She blinked and narrowed her eyes at the dark silhouette of the figure as it hung its coat on the rack bolted on the wall. 

 “Sorry. S’ just me.”

 She knew that voice. It was a voice she always dreamed about, a voice belonging to someone she’d seen practically everyday.

 “Mike?” Her voice came out rough, having not spoken for hours, not since Abby had gone to bed. “What are you doing home so early?” She asked as she pushed herself further up the sofa while Mike made his way towards the recliner, wiping a hand down his face before plopping down into the seat. She could only make out his face through the light from the television but even then, she could sense something was off. 

 Mike tapped his fingers against the armrest of the recliner, “I… I just… needed to leave… I guess,” he replied and she frowned, scooting to the far side of the couch closest to him. “Is… is everything alright?” She questioned, unsure whether or not he needed consoling. Mike leaned further back into his seat and let his eyelids flutter closed, inhaling deep through his nostrils. 

 “Just… is Abby asleep?” He finally asked after a moment and she nodded, humming. “She went down earlier than usual. Actually managed to get her to eat something,” she replied, her lips curving into a smile but quickly faltering again when she realized Mike wasn’t going to reciprocate. He looked almost… distraught. 

 Worrying her bottom lip between her teeth, she pondered her options. She’d known Mike for some time but even then, she still knew little to nothing about him. He slept a lot, that was for sure. And he loved his little sister and was trying so hard to be exactly the type of person she needed. But she knew nothing about him, Mike Schmidt himself. She didn’t know what he did in his free time, what he liked to eat, if he had hobbies, nothing. 

 Hell, she’d spent so much time fantasizing about him and filling in all the holes herself, she hardly even acknowledged that he could be somebody entirely else. She didn’t know the first thing about him.

 But she could learn to try. 

 She leaned forward, a steady hand warily finding his on the armrest of the recliner and she flinched when Mike snapped his eyelids open, looking between her and their touching hands. Their gazes surged into one another and she made no moves, as if seeking any sign that she should stop.

 Mike’s heart thrummed so hard inside his chest, it was a miracle that she couldn’t hear it. She looked at him as if she were asking permission— permission to what, he hadn’t even the slightest clue. But in spite of the voices inside of his head telling him he shouldn’t, that he shouldn’t let her, that he was wrong for her, he did. How could he say no when she looked at him like that, as if he were the most beautiful thing she’d ever laid eyes upon?

 His silence gave her the confidence to let her fingers creep further down to the back of his hand, flipping it around until they rested against the heel of his palm. Slowly, she soothed the tips of her fingers up his palm until they fell between the cracks of his, letting her digits curl around his knuckles. Mike shuddered at the touch and let his own fingers press down against hers and he watched as she raised their intertwined hands to her mouth, their gazes molded together as she pressed her lips against his skin. His lips trembled as they fell open and he narrowed his eyes, clinging onto the last bit of restraint he had left. 

 “You can relax with me, Mike,” she whispered against his skin, pressing another soft kiss to the knuckle of his ring finger. “You don’t have to worry while I’m around.”

 Mike pressed his lips back together and fought back the urge to groan at her words, his eyes wandering from their hands, down her arm, to her chest where it pressed against the edge of the sofa. His breath shuddered when he exhaled and the rubber band stretched inside of him finally released and with it, the last of his restraint. 

 Fuck it, he thought. It’s been long enough.

 Mike tugged her closer by the hand and her lids widened, a squeal slipping from her lips, in which he was swift to eat right up, pressing his mouth against hers. With his hand not intertwined with hers, he gripped her hip, working his way up to her waist to squeeze. The sound she made was muffled inside their admittedly messy kiss and he pulled her even closer, her knees having nowhere to go but on the outside of his thighs. 

 Mike groaned and pulled away to catch his breath as her hips ground down against his, already feeling frustrated with the growing erection in his jeans. He blinked up at the woman on top of him, her arms thrown over his shoulders, her chest heaving as she chased air back into her lungs. She stared down at him with hazy irises, still bleary from lack of sleep. 

 “Sorry,” Mike finally managed to breathe out, his palms resting on either of her thighs. “Probably a little much, wasn’t it?”

 He watched as the corners of her lips curved into a grin and she chuckled breathlessly, shaking her head. “Not enough,” she tittered as she surged her lips back into his, one of her hands on his shoulders slithering their way into his mess of dark tendrils, fingers curling and tugging at his roots. He hissed inside her mouth and dug his fingernails into her skin, a whimper falling from her lips, allowing him to take control of the situation. 

 He pressed himself forward and reached for the end of her t-shirt and she briefly broke away to allow the fabric up and over her head, her own fingers already working at the buckle of his belt. Mike leaned forward to pepper kisses all across the tops of her breasts and she threw her head back as he took over in undoing his belt, ripping it from his loops and throwing open the button and zipper of his jeans. 

 She clambered off of him as he raised his hips to tug his pants and boxers down just enough to allow his erection to spring free of its restraints, feeling her stomach do a somersault at the sight as she stripped herself of her own shorts and panties. Mike fought the urge to wrap his hands around his cock as she reached behind her back to undo the clasps of her bra and time seemed to slow as the straps fell from her shoulders, the lave toppling to the floor altogether. 

 He swore he could feel his mouth water and never before this moment had he wanted something, or someone, more. He blinked up at her, following her gaze down to his lap and at his erection that stood tall, waiting for her, dripping with pre-cum. 

 Mike cocked an eyebrow, “you just gonna stand there or you gonna take it?” He asked, voice low and husky and fuck, she thought she’d drop dead right then and there. Still, this was a dangerous game they were playing. “What about Abby?” She whispered, glancing towards the hallway where Abby’s room was. “What if she wakes up?”

 Mike pressed his lips together and bucked his hips, raising a leg to softly give her calf a kick. “You can be quiet, right?” He murmured in question and she felt herself clench from his voice alone. Here Mike Schmidt was, cock out and erect, all because of her. This was something she had only dreamed of— never did she think that this would become reality. 

 Mike cocked his eyebrow again and she shook herself from her thoughts, taking his hand as he guided her back onto his lap. Her body shuddered and her bones rattled as she began to sink herself down, jolting when the tip brushed against her cunt, teeth sinking down into the plush of her bottom lip to contain her sounds. 

 “It’s okay,” Mike whispered. “I got you.”

 Her eyes about rolled in the back of her head at that as his hands kneaded at the flesh of either of her hips, guiding her further down his length, making sure to go agonizingly slow to ensure she felt every single fucking inch of cock inside of her. Tears brimmed the outskirts of her eyelids as she finally sat still on his lap, filled to the brim with cock. Mike let her head fall down against the curve of his shoulder, burying her nose into the crook of his neck as she allowed time to adjust to his size, simultaneously trying to keep her sounds to a minimum. 

 “You’re so tight,” Mike’s breath shuddered in her ear and his voice made goosebumps litter her skin, his fingertips like the icy breath of a ghost against her back. “You think you can handle moving now?” He asked in a whisper against the shell of her ear and she nodded, letting him grab her thighs and push her further up his cock until just the head remained. She cried against his neck when he sank her all the way back down his length, the lewd noise of their wet skin slapping together making her clench around him. “Fff… uuck,” he dragged his curse out as he snapped his hips up against her.

 “Shit!” She gasped as he thrusted again and again and again. And she let him. She let him use her in whatever way he pleased. 

 “Gonna be good for me?” He muttered next to her ear. “Gonna let me take care of you, hm?” She nodded, bobbing her head up and down against his shoulder as he snapped his hips up to hers again and again, daring the coil inside her belly to snap. “Think you can handle it?” He asked again and she nodded once more, crying and biting down on his collar. “Yes!” She cried, fortunately muffled against his skin. 

 So Mike thrusted again, harder and harder, chasing that high, that release he so desperately needed. He could tell she was close— it’d probably been so long since she’d been stuffed by cock like this. She’d probably been waiting for this moment just as long as he has. 

 With the pad of his thumb, he pressed down against her aching bud and Mike could feel a fresh new set of tears soak his skin as she cried, bucking her hips into his touch. His thrusts were as sloppy as they were powerful and she wasn’t sure how much more she could take. 

 “Mmm… Mike… I’m… I’m gonna…” she hardly managed to stutter out, slowly feeling the coil inside her stomach as it began to unravel. 

 “Yeah?” Mike said, his other hand wrapped around her neck and pushing her forehead down against his, gazing up at her closed eyelids. He rolled his head against hers, “look at me,” he breathed out and watched as she slowly fluttered her lids back open, just as more fat tears beaded down her cheeks. The sight was enough to get him to teeter on the edge himself. 

 “Gonna come?” He asked and she nodded, sweat-slicked forehead lolling against his. He nodded too, already feeling her release around him as she spawned around his cock, relying solely on him and his body to keep herself up. She buried her face in the crook of his neck again as she whined and cried, Mike’s thrusts speeding up as he gave himself that final push he needed to send himself reeling, spiraling and shaking with the force of his release. 

 “Fuck,” he growled into the skin just below her ear, squeezing his eyelids shut tighter as he willed himself to keep his sounds on the low, for the sake of his little sister sleeping just in the other room. 

 Silence fell over Mike and the babysitter for a good, long moment as they both recovered from their highs, chasing air back into their lungs as the realization of what they had just done began to sink in. Mike should be mortified— she was his sister’s babysitter, he doesn’t have time for this, she doesn’t deserve him, he shouldn't have done this. 

 But the woman in his lap settled herself closer into him, nuzzling her nose against the crook of his neck, her lips like a crescent moon against his skin as she placed a soft kiss to his flesh there. 

 “I hope you’re okay, Mike,” she whispered and he threw his head back, an arm thrown around her body as he stared up at the ceiling. How could he push her away now?

a/n; so yeah!!! i watched fnaf on friday and it kinda sorta just brought back my whole josh hutcherson phase so enjoy!! this was just a quick little something i wrote up and there's like no plot at all and not proofread LMAO

#mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt imagine #mike schmidt smut #mike schmidt fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf movie #fnaf #josh hutcherson #michael afton #michael afton x reader

[murdrdocs]

exhausting nights where abby’s little fist knocks on the door and mike wakes first, peering over your shoulder through bleary eyes to see abby standing in the doorway, shrunken in on herself.

for a second, with the only lighting coming from abby's ajar bedroom door across the hall, mike doesn't recognize her. his body floods with fear, up until she speaks.

“i had a nightmare,” she explains, one hand holding her blanket and the other bunched up in her pajama pants.

mike sighs, head hitting the pillow as he fights off sleep. “it wasn’t real. go back to sleep.” you stir in your sleep and mike pulls you closer, trying to prevent you from waking up, too.

“but mike, it felt real. please, can i just sleep in here? please?” and mike feels like a jackass when he grumbles out a “no”. but she really can’t sleep in here. the floor is too uncomfortable and mike twins bed can barely hold both of you comfortably.

he feels even more like an asshole whenever you turn around and say, “i’ll go sleep in your room with you, abs.”

you slip out of bed, leaning over to press a kiss to mikes forehead, and then mike is watching you leave his room in abby’s shadow.

he falls back to sleep, a little cold and a lot lonely, and when he reopens his eyes only forty five minutes have passed. he can’t get a full nights sleep knowing you’re in the same house as him but not in his arms, so he slips out of his bed, taking the comforter and a pillow with him, and tiptoes into abby’s room.

you’re squeezed on the bed with her, laying on your back. he thinks you’re asleep, but then your head turns softly whenever you hear the door creak open. mike walks around to your side of the bed, trying his best to avoid the lego pieces and the creaks.

he places the comforter and pillow on abby’s bay window before approaching you, his eyes already starting to close as soon as he smells your body wash.

“what’re you doing in here?” you whisper to him.

“was gone too long. i can’t sleep without you.”

you smile, a little lopsided and lazy, but your face displays what mike assumes is something akin to appreciation. “abby made me promise to stay the entire night.”

and the same feeling reflects into mikes body. he leans down and presses his lips to your forehead. “can you come sleep in the fort with me? you’ll still be with her.”

so you and mike end up smooshed in a fort fit for a ten year old and definitely not two adults, but you make it work.

#mschmidtsworld! #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt fluff #mike schmidt #celeste writes fnaf #fnaf movie

[dire-kumori]

cassidy surviving william's attempt on her life and swearing revenge as a very alive and very angry grade schooler sounds like an interesting plot point

flkdsjfl;jsdlkfj, it does! I'm just not 100% sure where she'd fit in. The AU's primarily Mike and Evan trying to sneak around Will while repairing their relationship under the most... awkward (understatement) of circumstances. Although....

Another idea I had involved Mike becoming obsessed with studying the paranormal and supernatural in order to learn how to help Evan as best he can. And given the time frame*, this got Mike labelled as a satanist by the people of Hurricane and made him even more of an outcast than he already was. Some even began gossiping that the Bite of '83 was him sacrificing his brother to the devil.

This ties back to Cassidy, I swear.

So, let's say Cassidy survives the attempt on her life and vows vengeance on Will. Not so easy for a teeny kid. And maybe she tries to tell her parents or someone that the man in the bunny costume tried to kill her, but Will is charming and charismatic and manages to convince people that the attempt on her life was simply the result of her overactive imagination. Poor Cassidy gets away with her life, but everyone assumes that she was either lying or getting worked up over nothing and trying to get poor Mr. Afton in trouble.

So she starts keeping an eye on the Aftons, and that's how weird, gloomy, secretive, supposed demon-worshipping Michael catches her eye. She notices that he skips school a lot, never socializes with anyone, and aside from checking the library for things that make suburban moms clutch their pearls, never really leaves his house. She also notices that he and his murdering dad aren't exactly close. It's a risk, but she decides it might be worth trying to figure out what his deal is in order to get the evidence she needs to prove that William is a murderer.

#*a moral panic during the 1980s that consisted of over 120000 unsubstantiated cases of ritualistic abuse #sorry if this is a bit jumbled I literally only thought of it bc of this ask #and kind of blurted it out #but I like the idea of Cassidy (eventually) being brought into the Afton bros' secret #another thought I had was that since Michael obviously knows about ghosts #and that they can possess animatronics #he'd put 2+2 together and realize that Charlie's in the puppet #which would of course lead to him sneaking her into his house too #and so Michael's and Evan's social circle expands from being just the two of them #danke shoen for the ask! #in Ever After I made Mike about 3-ish years older than Evan and Elizabeth #and I imagine Evan and Cassidy are the same age or at least very close #in Ever After I made Mike about 5-ish years older than Evan and Elizabeth #so imagine a 10 year old Cassidy stalking 15 year old Mike trying to figure out if he's a murderer or at least knows murder-y stuff #meanwhile Mike's just very confused by this little goblin who's suddenly started showing up everywhere he goes #and trying very very hard to make sure she doesn't find out about Evbear #Evan's kind of amused by the whole situation and curious about this kid Mike's mentioned once or twice #the reason the blurb about Mike being obsessed with occult stuff was bc in my head Cassidy goes goth as she grows up #so I was gonna say something about how they kinda click and form a weird rapport #but I kinda lost that train of thought up there #ask #anonymous #Evbear AU

[kennahjune]

Having thoughts of The Party being touchy as all fuck after everything.

Like you cannot enter nor leave any kind of hang out without a hug, high-five, pat, or anything from everyone you were hanging out with.

And then, suddenly, you aren’t able to leave without a kiss or hug of some kind from Steve.

It started after the bullshit that was the Starcourt Mall. The kids were leaving Steve’s house from a DnD session maybe 2 months before the Byers left for Cali.

Dustin was taking forever to pull his shoes on and get out the house to his moms car and everyone was complaining. It was one of those rare times where Steve wasn’t the one carting them all around— they all had their own rides.

Dustin got his shoes on and Steve handed him his bag and— without thinking— pressed a kiss to the top of his hat before waving him out the door.

The rest of the kids are silent until Mike speaks up bitchily “what about us, asshole?”

Steve has no idea what they mean until El points to her head with a grin. Steve deals out head and forehead kisses for everyone and waves them off to their respective rides.

And then it just— sticks. At first it’s with just the kids whenever he sees them. He’ll usually greet them with a hug or an exasperated sigh and then say goodbye with a kiss to their foreheads.

Not even Mike complains. This is the kind of shit he never got while growing up— might as well make the best of it.

And then it migrates to Robin as well, and the Nancy is joining in on the hugs (they’re still too awkward for the kisses but the hugs are enough for now).

And Steve never holds back, not even in public. Again, no one complains.

And that’s how Hellfire finds out about the kissing arrangement (that might be the title of this if I make it an actual fic). They watch as Steve presses a forehead kiss to Mike, Lucas, and Dustin before waving them off and then presses a kiss to Max’s head and giving her a tight hug.

The guys try to make fun of the kids for it but none of them are embarrassed.

“It’s Steve, dude. He’s like a mom.”

“The kisses are actually really comforting.”

“It’s a Party thing.”

And then the fuckery of 1986 and Vecna happens and suddenly Eddie’s in on the hugs and pats and high-fives.

And then.

And then.

He’s in on the kisses.

Steve doles out the kisses like usual one night after Hellfire and gives one to everyone— including Eddie.

And Eddie panics and gives Steve one right back.

And then the kids are going feral about wanting to give Steve a kiss too.

And Eddie leaves during the chaos.

And then they don’t talk about it.

Until Steve and Eddie do it again.

And the kids accept is as the new normal; you have to give Steve a kiss back.

And then Steve and Eddie have an excuse to kiss each other on the foreheads and cheeks and noses.

One night they’re hanging out, just the two of them at the trailer after Wayne left for work.

Steve had greeted Eddie with a tight hug the moment he’d gotten in the trailer. Eddie had squeezed back just as tight if not tighter.

Steve was getting ready to leave, and on instinct leant in to kiss Eddie, but Eddie was also leaning in to kiss Steve. So they meet in the middle and accidentally kiss on the lips.

And then the new normal for Steve and Eddie is kissing on the lips goodbye.

Idk, just Steve being a very touchy feely person makes me so happy

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #dustin henderson #mike wheeler #robin buckley #will byers #lucas sinclair #max mayfield #steddie #el hopper #nancy wheeler #yes jonathan also gets hugs and kisses from steve #argyle is all too happy to indulge in steves kisses #it’s make eddie jealous if that wasn’t just how argyle was #steve harrington gives great hugs #everyone agrees #bisexual steve harrington #gay eddie munson #steddie idea #but it doesn’t have to be #this can also just be steve and the kids if you wanted #everyone is touch starved #my mom doesn’t know what touch starved means #I had to explain it to her 🥲 #that’s all #goodbye!!!