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rudystopit · 11 months ago

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i. In The Beginning│M.O'Hara

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Summary: In the peaceful Abbey library, you cherish your role among the books, despite being teased with the nickname "Church Mouse." Your routine is interrupted when you accidentally bump into Father O'Hara, who asks for your help with a spring exhibition on Easter. Although embarrassed, you're pleased to assist him with his project.

Pairing: Priest!Vampire!Miguel O'Hara/Nun!reader

Warnings: inappropriate touching, Use of catholic rights, practices and rituals, no use of Y/N, and AU use. There's technically no smut in this chapter but there will be in other chapters so MDNI please...

a/n: the research i had to do for this story... what will i ever use this information for in the future...

word count: 4,163

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{cross posted on AO3}

𝔊𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔦𝔰 1:1 ℑ𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔊𝔬𝔡 𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔥

The Abbey was quiet this morning. Most of the Sisters were attending to their duties or finishing their prayers. You sat in the large bay window in the common area. The window was opened to let the cheery spring breeze fill the Abbey's halls. You took a deep breath, smelling the early blooming flowers. The Abbey's copy of Madame Bovary sat in your lap, long forgotten in favor of watching the trees sway and the people running along the street. Two of the Sisters are walking by, whispering and giggling. You look up with a smile to say hello, but they quickly turn away and return to hushed tones. You look down at the book as your smile fades. You lurch forward from your resting spot in the window and make your way to the library.

You walked to the library, where your duties were. You loved the library. The quiet atmosphere made you feel as if you finally had a place in the world. You had always been known as the quiet kid. That sentiment continued into maturity, and even in the Abbey, the one place you thought the world's snide comments would be left outside. But here you are, still the quiet child being teased with names. Church Mouse was the popular one among the sisters. Whenever you would say hello to the sisters, the nicer ones would reply but not with the usual hello, sister. No, it was hello, church mouse.

You set your book on the counter and picked up a stack of returned books. The Abbey's library is about the size of a local library. Nothing as big or grand as the Admont's library, but it was comfortable. Your area. Your safe space. You walk through the tall shelves and place the missing books back into their homes. You brushed your fingertips across the spines of the old books. You find it easy to lose yourself in those moments. The quiet atmosphere, and if you close your eyes long enough, you fall into a void filled with the world's stories. You take a deep breath, and with a bounce in your step, you walk through the walls of books. A small smile ghosted your lips as you enjoyed the mundane tasks the church gave you.

You were too enveloped in your thoughts to remember that the library is open to anyone in the church. You dragged Your hands across the books until you ran head-on into someone. You hear a few snickers; then they quickly cease, though being replaced with whispers. You looked up to find his dark curls. You blinked, silently praying You didn't run straight into Father O'Hara.

"Hello, Sister," His voice rang out above you. You quickly backed away and began apologizing profusely. Your head hangs low as a hand gently places itself on top of your shoulder.

You look up, and he's smiling. Your heart was pounding in your chest. You try to reason with yourself to calm down by telling yourself there's no canon law saying a Sister can't bump into a Father. God wouldn't punish me for an accident, right?

"I also find yourself getting lost in literature," His low chuckle reverberates against the shelves. His hand removes itself from your shoulder, leaving you to shiver at the sudden coldness of the library. He picks up a book, and he looks back at you. "Can you do me a favor, Sister?"

"Yes, Father O'Hara," you look up at him, waiting for a response. He chuckles at your formality and hands you the book. You look at the worn cover and make out some of the words—something about rituals the church does around the Easter season.

"I'm in the middle of a research project and will be checking out a few books," He continues, walking down the rows. "The local museum wants us to have a small exhibition for the spring," he smiles to himself. He picks up a few more books and adds them to the pile growing in your arms.

"What are some of your ideas for this display?" you whispered. Half because you’re in a library and half because you fear if you were to breathe, the books would fall out of your hands. He kept walking away, and you weren't sure if Father O'Hara had heard you, but you followed anyway, waiting for a response.

"Easter," his answer was short as he scanned the shelves for a specific title. You could have put that together. You glared at the floor. "Do you know if another Father has taken 'The History of the Church's Canonization of Lent'?" He squatted down to look at the lower shelves. "I figured if the exhibit was during the spring, it should be on Lent and the history of it. Plus, if families go and see it, maybe they'll go to mass." He says, not taking his eyes off the books.

"Umm, I can check the record, but if it's not on the shelf or someone didn't take it, then you'll have to look around to see if someone left it on the table. I wish people would put the book back where they go when they're done. It makes your job so much easier, not that this job is hard or that I wouldn't say I like it. I love working here," You look up at him after finishing your ramble.

"Please, Sister, and you can leave those up at the desk. I still have more to grab, and I don't think you can carry anymore," He lets out a low chuckle.

You slightly bow, trying not to let the books tumble out of your arms, and walk over to the circulation desk. Another Sister is chatting with a couple of other Sisters. You slightly bow to them as you drop off the book and pull out the father's "check out book." Technically, the library isn't a library; it's a collection, and therefore, the only people who can "check out" books are the fathers who are staying in the Abbey. There's only a tiny section of worldly books. Most of the Sisters overlook them because Abbess Drew is against it, but you eat up those stories. The majority of the collection is old philosophy and theology books. Nothing with plot as you refer to them.

You flip open to the newest page, scanning for the title. You hear a few more books being placed next to you. "Any luck?" Father O'Hara asks, leaning over the counter. You feel his breath on your cheeks.

"None," you looked up to find his nose inches from yours. "umm," your face gets hot, "See if Father Parker has it over at his table," you smile, your arm stretching out past him to point at a mountain of books on a table.

His eyebrows lifted as if you reminded him of something. He pushes himself off of the desk and walks over to a table that Father Parker typically sits at. He pushes the books around till he picks one up and twists around, showing you. You smile and look down at the notebook. You began scribbling down the ten titles he had grabbed. You wrote his name down and just stared into the paper. You hear him walk back up, but your eyes burn holes in his name.

"Sister?" I looked up.

"Oh, how long are you in need of these?" you paused. "Father O'Hara." you quickly added afterward.

"Let's say two weeks," he smiled. "Maybe more, but I will come and tell you when the deadline is approaching," he smiles as you hand him the slip. You really don't need to write the father's reminders, but after Father Parker left his books in his room for months, Abbess Drew suggested the Sisters in the library gently remind the fathers that the books are for everyone. He slides the books off the desk and into his arms. He does it with such ease. It makes you wonder why he had asked for help collecting the books. "When the exhibit is set up, you should go see it," he suggests and heads for the door.

"Father O'Hara," You whisper-shouted. He turns to look at you. "Would you like help with the door?" you ask.

"Oh please," you walked over in front of him to pull open the door. He says his thanks and begins his track back to his office. You watch him walk away, watching how he can carry all the books in one arm like they weighed nothing.

He stops in the middle of the hallway. He looks up, then turns around. "Did you forget something, Father?"

"No, no, I've got everything." he paused. "Would you be a dear and follow me to my office?" your face heated up. It's unusual for sisters to go to the fathers' offices unless assigned to them. Which again is rare. Only the older fathers get a sister assigned to them. "There's quite a bit of doors from here to my office, and it would be a great deal of help if you opened them for me," he states with a tinge of wanting.

"Umm, yeah, I could do that. Sister Stacy is at the counter, so I won't have to lock up the library," you walked up to his side. You watched your feet as we walked down the corridors of the Abbey. You let your mind become silent as you listen to the rhythmic tapping of your shoes.

"How long have you been at the Abbey, Sister?" his low voice startled you. You nearly jumped out of your skin. He chuckled at your reaction.

"Five years," you practically whispered. your heart was still beating out of your chest from your near heart attack.

"How has your time been?" he asked with genuine interest. You quicken your pace to open the door ahead of you. He turns down the hallway and waits for your response.

"The Lord works in his own ways," you stated as you caught back up to him. He barks a laugh, which causes you to look at him with wide eyes.

"Well, that's an interesting way of putting it," he calms down his laugh. "the Lord works in his own way," he repeats. "Is that your way of saying it's not going how you like?" he looks down at you.

"Well, the other Sisters don't talk to me, but I love the library, and the gardens are wonderful," you smile up at him. He hums in response and turns his attention to the window. You mirror his actions and look at the wall. You tried to conjure up a question to keep the friendly energy going. "I know you were here before I vowed; how much has it changed?" You asked.

"Oh, you think I'm as old as this place?" He said, "You must think I practically built the place yourself. Oh, I must have known the father, whose name this abbey is named after," he put his free hand to his head. He turns a corner, and you’re met with another door. You hold it open for him.

"Oh no, Father, I'm sorry," he chuckles once more. You stare at the ground, thinking you might have offended Father O'Hara. you fall behind him while another father walks by. They exchange hellos, and he continues down the long hallway.

"I started about," he paused to think. "Eight. No, nine years. This December will be 10," he sighs.

"Is it what you expected, Father O'Hara?" You asked, looking out the window. Some of the Sisters are working on the garden. You didn't realize how bold of a question you asked was. you stayed oblivious until you noticed he hadn't said anything. You looked up at him, and he looked deep in thought.

"the Lord works in his ways," you glared at him for using your, honestly, blasphemous phase, "a wise woman told me that," he smiled at you, "And it perfectly describes life here. We will all have days where we feel as if God is leading others to greater things while leaving us behind, but we rejoice when he gives us opportunities. You think we should rejoice for all the gifts God bestowed upon everyone, not just ourselves. And you think that is what's wrong with this place," he stops his small sermon as you open the door.

You follow him as he quickly makes his way down the hall. You looked around, and it just seemed like other offices. You saw older fathers working quietly. Some doors were shut, which meant they were in a meeting or were away. You looked back at Father O'Hara.

"What do you mean, Father?" you rounded a counter that led to his office. He continues to his door and stops.

"The Sisters have formed cliques and only rejoice when they are given opportunities from God," he answers. "They cannot see the joy when others are given great opportunities for our Lord. Please open my door, Sister." He says in a stern, demanding tone. You look down and open his door, stepping aside so he can walk in. You wait till I’m dismissed.

You hear him set down the books on the desk. You peer in to look at his office. It's neat, well neater than some of the Bishops' offices. He has paperwork for events or ideas for upcoming meetings. The walls are the same beige the whole Abbey is painted in. There's artwork hanging on the walls and a wooden closet. You knew his vestments were probably hanging in there. A beautiful tapestry of the Last Supper hung behind his desk. You studied each section; You noticed some places you could see the threads while some just the colors to show the image.

He sits down at his desk and looks around. He sees you peering in. "Would you like to come in?" He smiled at your astonished face. You stood in the doorway, trying to figure out what to say. It would be nice to sit and help Father O'Hara set up for his project, but Abbess Drew would scold you for not doing your duties. You stare at him while he waits for an answer.

"I-" you start. you have no idea how to finish. you just close your mouth and look at him. His eyebrows arched, and his brown eyes stared into your soul. your eyes dart to the floor and hope he gets the point.

"Oh, you're waiting to be dismissed," he quickly says. He stands from his chair and walks over to you. "Before I let you go, would you like to help me with this project? Whenever I begin a project, I tend to forget my other duties, and besides it's nice to have someone around. Would you mind?" He is close to you. you can smell his cologne, which you noted as weird. you thought priests couldn't wear cologne. His scent was quite lovely— Warm scents like cinnamon and sandalwood.

"I would love to help Father," you bowed. His scent encases you. His warmth radiates towards you.

"I will talk to Sister Drew about changing your duties to my assistant," he smiles and puts his hand on your shoulder. you stand straight, and he lets his hand slide off your shoulder and down your arm. He turns back to his desk. "you're dismissed, Sister. I will see you soon."

"Have a good night, father." you said and made your way back to the library.

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Later that night, you sat on your bed, unable to fall asleep. you looked out the window and stared at the street lights. you wrapped yourself in your blanket as an early spring breeze came through the window. you knew that if you were to sneak out and go to the library, Abbess Drew would somehow find out, and you'd never hear the end of it. you sit by your window and wonder about why you cannot sleep.

Another breeze comes rushing in, and you close your eyes to soak up the fresh air. you take a deep breath, and the notes of cardamom and cedar fill your senses. your face warms up as you remember how close Father O'Hara was today. you replay the day and try to remember how all of it started, and you are instantly filled with embarrassment. you brought the blanket closer and wondered if you really had run straight into him and if he really did ask you to help or if he was really to ask you to walk with him. If you remember, he was supposed to ask Abbess Drew if you could be temporarily moved to him while he worked on the project.

you didn't understand why you were reacting like that. Sisters usually help Fathers with their work. Normally, it's more running into town or setting up for events, not helping with active projects.

"We should be rejoicing for all opportunities God gives everyone," his voice ran out in your head. you relaxed and prayed to God that you were thankful for this opportunity he gave you. After that, you slowly drifted into sleep.

"Sister," a voice rang out. It's dark. you can't tell where you were. Who is talking?

"Yes," you answered. The shakiness in your voice is prominent. you hoped the voice didn't notice the quiver in your voice. you stretched out your arms to feel anything.

"Come here," The voice told you.

you felt your way around the room. your hand ran along a wooden desk, and then your legs were stopped by something. A hand gently settles on the back of your knee. The hand travels up your thigh and around the curve of your ass. you gasped a little when the hand lingered on your ass. you hear a low chuckle, and then the hand continues up your hip. The hand pulls you forward. your legs are pulled against something, and you cannot move; you end up falling forward. you're met with a chest. Another hand comes to rest on your cheek.

"It's alright, Sister. You’re safe. You're with me," The voice vibrated in your chest, and the smell of vanilla and cinnamon filled your nose.

"Father O'Hara?" you asked.

The voice laughed and pulled you closer. "I knew you were smart."

you sit up in bed and look around—a small film of sweat forms on your skin. It was early morning, still dark, but you could hear the birds. your feet dangle a few inches from the ground. your eyes are still closed. you scrunch your nose in anticipation of the cold floor. As you brush the sleep from your eyes, you walk to the window. your armoire looming oak doors stare down at you.

you swung open the old wooden doors. you shuffled through the clothes to find your tunic. The rough fabric in your palm reminds you of something the previous Abbess said to you before you vowed. Coarse material softens only after years of use. you slip your arms through the sleeves and button up the front. your breathing was uneven and hasty. A chill running up your spine makes you glance behind your back. Only to find a small bird in the tree. you give it a small smile and wave before turning back to your clothes.

you slide your hair to the side as you pick up your crucifix. The cold metal sending goosebumps down your neck. you glance down at your cincture. your fingers slide down the cord, feeling each knot. A remembrance of your vows. you tie it around your waist. The sliver of the rosary shines in the early morning light. you held the cross in your hands. your fingers trace the design. you wish you could remember how you got your rosary. All you could remember was it shining in the moonlight on your first night after your vows. It had been placed on the windowsill. The beads were a beautiful pale green. you let the rosary fall through your hands. A whisper of a smile formed when you noticed a few beads were chipped. Even Beautiful things have flaws.

you walked over to your table and picked up a brush. you slicked back your hair, but in your tired daze, you missed a few baby hairs. you put on your wimple and groaned. It was too warm to keep on all day. you grumbled about how much it irritated your cheeks and all the sweat would collect on your chest. Putting aside your discomfort, you shimmed the neck-piece around to find the most comfortable place for it.

you looked on the floor for your cap. It wasn't next to your table. you stood to see if you had tossed it into your closet last night. The bright white fabric is piled on the bottom of your armoire. you examine the piece for wrinkles. your Old Abbess's voice rang out in your head. you mumbled about how it was one time you let your cap wrinkle. you pick up the thick material and walk back to your seat. your cap slid perfectly into place, and then you skillfully added pins to ensure the cap would not slip off and to make sure your hair wasn't being tugged. you grab the light cotton of your veil. you pin it into place, making sure you can still move your head.

Once dressed, you made your way to the kitchen, where you found a familiar face sitting at a table. you studied how his fingers laced around the book. you noticed how effortlessly comfortable he looked. you liked how the sun seemed to favor his cheekbones and how it sprinkled a hint of red into his hair.

"Good morning, Father O'Hara," you walked past him. He lifted his head and smiled at your leaving body.

"It's a fine morning, isn't it, Sister?" His voice was cheerful enough. you forced your smile down.

"Indeed, Father," you said with your back turned to him. you searched the kitchen for some fruit to start your day. you noticed it was too early for the other sisters to have started making breakfast for the convent. you gathered a handful of strawberries, a banana, and some other fruits from the fridge. you looked down at your harvest and glanced around the counter for a bowl. Your search led you to one of the tall cabinets near the sink.

Of course, they were on the top shelf. you walked over to the shelf and stood on your toes. you stretched harder to at least hook your finger around one of them. Once you felt a grasp, you relaxed, hoping gravity and your hand-eye coordination would do the rest. you took a breath preparing for the bowl to land in your hands. Suddenly, a chill blew past you and you felt a body behind you. you blinked wondering what happened.

His arms consume your peripheral vision. The sudden presents made you cringe and try to back away since you knew the bowls would come tumbling down. Instead, you were greeted with a body pressing you further into the counter.

A large hand trapped you by steadying his balance on the counter. He brings the bowl down and wraps his arm around you to hand it to you. His breath on your ear, his scent covering you, and his chest itching to become a part of you; make your breath hitch. He lets out a chuckle. you feel his chest reverberate against your back.

His presence moves, and suddenly, you can breathe. "Sorry, Sister, you looked like you were having trouble," he says, backing away from you.

"Thank you, Father O'Hara," you said coldly on accident; you were still completely in shock. you turned to make your breakfast as other Sisters started filing in to make the abbey breakfast. you wash the fruit in the sink, feeling his eyes burn holes into your back. you became stiff. you avoided looking at him, in fear you'd make eye contact and he would see how much his actions affected you.

you put all the fruit into the bowl and made your way to the window overlooking the garden to eat. you walked quickly, B-lining to the window. your eyes are glued on the large window and the worn-out cushions. Right before you can sit down, a hand grabs your upper arm. you were whipped towards the hand's owner.

His brown eyes searched yours for any signs of fear. His grip released you, and his hand came up to your face. "Father," you whispered. He tucks a piece of hair back into your veil. He turns away. "Thank you," you said.

"I'll be talking to Sister Drew this morning. I hope to see you later for your help," he smiles and heads back to the kitchen.

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Hiii! Can I request a romantic matchup from DC and FNAF? I am pansexual so gender does not matter to me, I’m 19, and I use she/they pronouns.

As for traits, I’m 5’5” (165 cm), I wear glasses, have brown eyes, I’m blonde with curly hair and I dye the ends of my hair purple. I usually dress in dark academia, I’m a very witchy/spiritual person, and I love to read, esp the classics. I’m currently thinking about getting a degree as a librarian, after I finish my two year degree :)

Thank you so much for even taking these requests, I hope it wasn’t too long, have a wonderful day!!

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And I hope you have a wonderful day/night too!

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I hope this is good, I'm a bit rusty X0

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Romantic Matchups; DC Comics and Five Nights At Freddy's

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Romantic;

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DC;

Jaime Reyes -

You're a practicing witch and part of the League

You are also best friends with Zatanna!

Jaime was flustered the first time he saw you

You were levitating spellbooks while singing along to a song from one of your favorite bands

You were both sent on a mission together

He was expecting someone intense like Constantine, not you with your dreamy voice and classic books

Jaime was instantly curious and intrigued

You made magic look effortless, artful, and stunning

You become fast friends

You show him all of your favorite classic books, and he shows you how Khaji-Da works

You teach him basic spell phrases, and he totally botches them, but you love his effort

Jaime is smitten

Your passion for books and magical history?

Heart eyes

The way you talk about libraries, talking about the Admont Abbey and the Strahov Monastery...

He's in love

You're so talented and smart, oh my gosh

You fall for how grounded he is, and how caring

He makes you laugh, keeps you tethered when your thoughts get too airy or your magic too stormy

He catches you humming while you are brewing tea, completely relaxed in your dark cottage-core chaos

That's when he realizes that you are his home

It happens during a sparring session where magic meets alien tech and ends in laughing, panting, and tangled limbs

Oh my

You look up at him, brushing hair from your face, and it was then that you told him that your feelings for him were more than platonic, and he said the same

Your relationship is filled with laughter, shared playlists, and enchanting kisses

Jaime loves it when you braid his hair or play with it in any way

He melts when your fingers are in his curls

When he's overwhelmed, he finds peace just lying beside you, forehead to forehead, listening to music

Lots of long walks

Stargazing is also a must

You and Jaime would sit for hours on the rooftop just looking at all the stars

Jaime always gets flustered when you wear his hoodie, and can't stop smiling when he sees you wearing it

He likes to call you cute nicknames in Spanish

He likes to buy you stuff, books, pretty crystals, and plushies

Jaime teaches you how to play some of his favorite video games

You take him on walks through forests, showing him all the herbs and teaching him the names of your favorite flowers

He cuddles into you while you read aloud to him, his head on your chest or lap

You write little love notes and hide them around his room for him to find

He brings you coffee or tea when you are studying

You dance barefoot in your home kitchen while he sings to sings terribly, but on purpose, making you laugh

He builds you a bookshelf for all of your books

He makes you feel seen

He always listens when you talk about magic theory or your favorite books

He loves the sound of your voice

"All happy families are alike; each unhappy family is unhappy in its own- Mike, I can read it to myself now, if it's boring you."

"Oh, no, please, keep going."

You always help him calm down if he is stressed, you just have that calming, soothing power aura about you

You love writing protective runes on his arms with a pen

Jaime loves each one, and always makes sure you write more on him if one were to wash away after a shower

The rest of the Reyes family loves you, by the way

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Five Nights At Freddy's;

Mike Schmidt -

You moved into the house next door to Mike and Abby

It was a quaint little place with a garden you immediately filled with lavender, rosemary, and herbs

Your first interaction with Mike was... Awkwardly sweet

He caught you mid-incantation while you were meditating outside

Abby actually wandered into your yard first, curious about you, and very interested in your aesthetic

She asked if you were a fairy, and you shrugged, it was close enough

Fairy witch/witch fairy

Either way, Abby was instantly attached

She would come over after school and help you garden

You would teach her about the herbs and flowers and what they could be used for in potions or other concoctions

Mike was cautious, like he was with everyone, but seeing how gentle and patient you were with Abby softened his walls fast

It didn't take long for him to trust you

You started bringing over fresh-baked goods and home-made tea leaves to the two every weekend

Lavender scones, rosemary biscuits, lemon tea leaves, mint tea leaves

Some blends even helped with Mike's insomnia

Mike confides in you during late-night porch talks

The two of you sitting side by side on your lovely porch swing

You never pressed him, just sat there, legs tucked under you with a soft throw blanket covering both of you, your possible tarot cards in hand

If not tarot, maybe tea

He likes the way you listen

The way you don't judge his trauma or call him paranoid

You're just there

And it matters more than you know

Mike's realization hits slow

He starts noticing how he sleeps better after your tea

How Abby talks about you almost every day, wanting to see you every day after school

How your smile settles something within him

You notice how he lights up whenever you compliment him or call him 'sweet'

"Awe, Mike, thank you for the help, you're so sweet."

Blushessss

It happens during one of your late-night porch hangs

He's not always the best with his words, but when he leaned over and said, 'I don't think I've cared about anyone like this in a long time, but I care about you a lot.'

You smiled and put your hand on his, lacing our fingers together

As said, Mike isn't big on words, but he shows his love through actions

Mike is 100% the 'silent comfort' kind of partner

He might not always know what to say when you're overwhelmed, but he'll hand you your favorite comfort item, sit beside you quietly, and make sure your favorite music or show is playing in the background

He would also fix the broken shelf in your kitchen

Write you notes before he goes to work, wishing you a great day

And do the dishes and laundry

He keeps a Polaroid picture of you in his wallet

It's worn around the edges from how often he takes it out to look at it when he's on break

He calls it his lucky charm

(Maybe that was how he and Abby got out of that Fazbear situation?)

He likes to gift you random things you might like

Honestly, this man is a crow; he likes to bring you rocks he thinks you might like, crystals, keychains, stickers, and whatever else reminds him of you

He is very bashful while giving you these things, too

He gets so soft when you fall asleep near him

He doesn't move for hours because he doesn't want to wake you

He likes to read over your shoulder

However, he's not really sneaky about it

Bonus: he gets really invested in whatever you're reading and will ask questions about it later

Pillow forts?

Oh, yeah

Only the best pillow forts for you and Abby

"I think the roof needs to be higher."

"What we really should have is a second floor."

"I- I don't know if that's possible."

He would give you his jacket if you were ever cold

I mean, he doesn't need to, you always end up wearing his hoodies 24/7/365

Candlelit movie nights become a regular thing

You're watching classic films - black and white, and Disney or DreamWorks with Abby

Somehow, Mike always catches himself watching you instead

Kisses on the top of your head or temple when you least expect it

He loves taking you to obscure bookstores

You help him process his grief

You teach Abby small magical tricks that are mostly optical illusion crafts

You remind Mike that he is so much more than his past

Just had a thought, but family outings to IKEA are a blast

Swedish meatballs and pretending you're the most outlandish people in the made-up rooms

At the end, you somehow leave with a new desk, Mike has a new lamp, and Abby has a succulent named Terrance

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