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I will be making a comeback soon. sorry I got hyper-fixated on the ballad of songbirds and snakes which means I’ve been rereading all the hunger games books lmfao

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just to explain why I haven’t posted in a few days, I found out that there are terrible withdrawal symptoms from stopping one of my antidepressants and I kind of kept forgetting to get it from the pharmacy, so I’ve been withdrawing from my medication for three days and have felt like utter shit. I took it this morning and I already feel leaps better so I’m going to try and do some writing tonight!

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securitywaiter is so silly and I love it. im just a lurker in that part of the fandom but I just love that silly little ness guy

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I NEED SCHMIDT DICK GOOD LORD.

but anyway omghhh I can just imagine mike getting all needy and humping you in bed while your asleep because he doesn’t want to wake you up, he’s a whiny mess and your wearing just a shirt and panties. He accidentally slips in between your thighs, but slowly starts moving in and out of the hole between your thighs mhhhjhh

do with that what you will 😵‍💫

bro I haven’t been able to stop thinking about this… give me more prompts like this anon! I’m begging you.

Warnings smut, somnophilia?, frottage, dubious consent since reader is asleep, sub!mike if you squint, pervy!mike???

All he can think about is the fact that there are only two articles of clothing between you and him. Panties, and one of his t-shirts. He feels his cock harden in his boxers and he sighs quietly pulling you closer, and its the way the curve of your ass brushes against his cock that has him pressing into you. He moves against you experimentally, not too much pressure but enough to remind him of the ache between his legs.

He shouldn’t be doing this and he knows it. You probably wouldn’t mind though. So he keeps pressing his length into your ass, thrusting gently against you. You stir at one point and he has to still his thrusts, the wet patch growing on the front of his boxers is becoming unignorable.

He pulls his boxers down just enough to free his throbbing cock and there’s precum gathered at the tip that he uses to lube up the space where your thighs meet. He groans low and quietly, feeling your soft skin rubbing against the most sensitive part of him. He presses his hips forward until his cock slips between your thighs with a wet noise. It takes everything in him not to cum then and there.

Once he’s regained his composure he begins to thrust gently between your thighs. Nearly groaning out loud at the feeling of your inner thighs rubbing his cock. He’s so needy and he can’t help but grip your hips holding them in place as he works his cock between your thighs. His breathing grows heavier and heavier against the back of your neck as he chases his orgasm. He’s pathetic like this, if you were awake, (if he knew you were awake) he would be begging you to cum, pressing open mouth kisses to the back of your neck and grabbing at your breasts to play with your nipples.

Instead he’s trying his best to stay quiet, his thrusts becoming uneven in pace as he fucks into your thigh. He lets out a noise and one of his hands shoots up to cover his mouth as he continues his assault between your legs. He’s coming undone and spurting cum between your thighs.

He doesn’t know when you woke up, and Mike never really realizes you’re awake as he sneaks off to the bathroom to grab a warm damp wash cloth to clean off your thighs carefully, before falling into a orgasm induced slumber holding you once again.

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“how did you get into writing” girl nobody gets into writing. writing shows up one day at your door and gets into you

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A/n- this was supposed to be for a request but it didn’t quite come out how I wanted it to, so I will be writing something else for the request but I wont let this smut go to waste

Warnings: Oral sex, (F receiving), mike cums in his pants, arguing, fighting, smut, slight angst.

Word count: 1k

Arguments between you and Mike were few and far between. You just didn’t really have them, and if you did it was usually resolved quickly. This time however, both of your stubbornness was getting the better of each other. So it was somewhere near midnight and you were still bickering in the living room. Mike was standing in front of where you were seated on the couch. He was rubbing the bridge of his nose with two fingers and trying to think of his next move. Meanwhile you were locked and loaded, ready to battle it out.

He sighed and looked at you, “You’re being a stubborn brat about this, I already said no. We aren’t enrolling her in something that she’s not even going to be interested in three months from now. Especially when it’s going to cost an arm and leg to get her an instrument.”

Abby had come home talking all about band class and about how her best friend would be joining. Abby had decided she wanted to play the trumpet. Those were surprisingly pricey, but you had already told her before Mike could interject with his thoughts that you would get her a trumpet if that’s what she wanted to play. Mike hadn’t taken this lightly and gave you a look across the table. The look said, “We will talk about this later.”

It was already too late, you wouldn’t go back on your word with Abby. So Mikes arguing was really for nothing. You realized this shortly into the argument but he wanted to keep going. So you did.

“I don’t see why it’s such a big deal Mike, I already said I would take care of it. You’re not going to stop me from doing it, especially if it’s going to make her happy. So you should probably just stop fighting with me about it.”

This seems to make him angrier, “This is what I mean! You didn’t even let me get a word in. She asks for anything and you just jump to it. It’s like if she asks you to jump you say how high?”

You were a sucker for his little sister and you couldn’t help it. Since the beginning you two had grown a bond. When you and Mike started dating after being set up on a blind date by mutual friends she immediately took a liking to you. The same went for you with her.

“Okay Mike, I’m sorry that Abby wanted to do something and I have the ability to make it happen. I just want her to be able to do anything she puts her mind to, she’s a bright little girl and I want her to have her creative outlets.” You’re starting to get annoyed with him and you stand up to try and create space between you two to cool off. He uses your movement to close the space between you.

Mike’s hands rest on your hips with a tight grip, “I’m not done talking about this yet,” He says and practically pulls you into his chest.

You push against him and try to back away to no avail, “Mike we both need to cool off before we wake Abby up. We shouldn’t be fighting like this where she can here.”

He’s looking into your eyes and his grip on your hips tighten, “Then let’s not fight baby, lets just let it go till morning.” He lets his lips brush against yours. Against your better judgement you kiss back. Your lips connect like they were made for each other and Mikes hands don’t stay where they are for long once he knows he has you right where he wants you. His hands begin to roam up your back under your shirt touching the soft expanse of skin there. His hands are warm and you can’t complain, except you’re supposed to be arguing right now.

He grabs one of your legs to hitch it up around his waist and you wrap your arms around his neck for support. The kiss depens and you know you’ve lost the battle, but you’re going to win the war.

He wraps his arms under your butt and hoists you up carrying you towards the bedroom. You begin to kiss at his neck figuring that this is better than arguing with him for another few hours.

You hear his breath hitch in his throat as you kiss, he struggles to get the door open and closed with you in his arms but soon he rests you on the bed and you release your legs from around him. He tugs your pants off leaving you in panties. He places himself between your legs and leans down, mouthing at the soft fabric of your underwear and letting his tongue trace the fabric over your clit.

Your head tilts back in anticipation as you let out a soft moan, “Mike, baby, please.” You say quietly.

He shushes you gently from between your legs and moments later hes hooking his fingers in the waistband of your panties pulling them down your legs and tossing them somewhere else in the room. Mike goes back to licking at your wet folds, tongue pressing between them and to your clit.

You moan out softly and feel your hips involuntarily grind against his mouth, searching for more. You let a hand move to tangle in his hair, holding him there where it feels the best.

Mike continues his assault, tongue flicking against your clit and licking long stripes up your wet entrance every little bit. You feel the heat pooling in your stomach as an orgasm builds itself up. Your legs begin to twitch slightly and your thighs tighten around Mikes head, causing him to moan at the restriction.

He begins to work harder, tongue moving in tight circles on your clit as he buries his face impossibly deeper into your cunt. He could stay like this forever, pussy drunk, making you feel good. Especially with your thighs tight around his head keeping him where he is.

You feel it building further and you know you’re close to the edge, just a little more and you’ll be coming undone against Mikes mouth like this. As he eats you out you begin to rock your hips steadily against his mouth.

“Fuck baby, yes, just like that. Keep going… Oh fuck, don’t stop.” You practically beg as you bury your fingers in his hair, tightening your grip to fuck yourself against his mouth. Your body twitches as the orgasm washes over you, stilling for a moment before rocking your hips against his tongue to ride the pleasure of the orgasm out. You continue rocking your hips until you feel the overstimulation gripping his hair and pulling him away from your clit.

The look on his face is far off and dreamy. It could be the lack of oxygen you allowed him while keeping him buried in your pussy, or it could be the fact that he just loves making you feel good. He crawls up the bed to collapse next to you and you look at him with confusion.

“What about you baby?” You ask leaning into his side tracing your fingers across his chest.

He shakes his head and laughs quietly, “Mmm I already uhh. I already came while I was down there…”

You grin at him and press a kiss to his lips humming softly before laying your head down on the pillow, “I win… Abby’s getting the trumpet by the way.” You say before rolling over and letting yourself fall to sleep.

Mike doesn’t argue with you this time, he simply wraps his arms around your body and falls asleep next to you, figuring he has a chance at winning the argument next time

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I think i hate what I’ve written for the second part of the barista fic…. Idk guys

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ZzzZZZZzzzZZZ

I think it’s sleeping time now. I had a long day and got my car stuck in the snow so I will write more tomorrow and hopefully have something to post in the AM. Goodnight, im gonna go read some stuff other people have been posting.

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Part 2 of the Barista!Reader Mall Security!Mike is already almost 3k words long. I’m just trying to figure out how to organically get them to come to terms with wanting to smooch each other.

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Do you do male reader? :)

I could absolutely do male reader, just specify that in your request and I would be happy to!! :)

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Hi! Hope ur doing well!🫶

Could you do something where he’s stressed out and snaps at yn but then he makes up for it?:)

Stressed Mike! Snapping at the reader. This ended up being 100% domestic fluff bullshit and I’m here for it honestly. Hope you enjoy anon! Hope you have a good night.

At this point you two didn’t even remember why the argument started. Well, Mike didn’t, you did. It had been an hour and a half and Abby was hopefully fast asleep in her room instead of pressed up against her door listening to you two bicker not unlike a married couple.

He was stressed about finances and the new clubs that Abby wanted to join and the money it would cost to have her in those clubs. You saw an opportunity to help so you told him that you would take care of it. He didn’t seem to like that option so he was fighting it with everything in him trying to keep you from making the decision to help out.

You two had been living together for some time now. You already helped with bills and rent which had been a weight off of Mike's shoulders so you didn’t understand why he was fighting this so hard.

“Mike, I can help out with this. I want her to be happy just as much as you do, and if getting her into these clubs will make her happy then so be it.” You say settling down on the couch hoping this would put an end to the argument.

He’s not budging though. He’s got that look on his face, that stubborn ass look where you know he isn’t going to give in or give up on his point.

“You’re not understanding. I have to take care of her. She’s my responsibility.” His words feel like venom and you’re not sure why it’s hurting you that he’s talking like this.

“Mike really, it’s not a big deal for me to help out and get her into those clubs, I care about both of you-“

He doesn’t bother listening to your justification and he spits out, “We aren’t a fucking charity case!”

And you feel your blood run cold as soon as the words leave his lip. It feels closer to a punch in the gut and you know he doesn’t mean it but at this moment it’s hard to see the other side. It’s hard to see why he feels the need to be so mean when all you want to do is help.

When you stand up from your place on the couch next to him you feel your blood boil. You didn’t want the conversation to end up like this but Mike crossed a line, one that you would never.

“I don’t see you as a charity case Mike and I don’t see Abby as one either. I hope deep down you truly know that.” If your anger is bad enough you just go calm. This is one of those times. You walk away and go to the kitchen to begin doing the dishes, anything to distract you from what he just said to you. Anything to help you calm down a little bit before you said anything you would regret. You would rather count backwards from ten than allow Mike to feel the way he just made you feel.

So you do the dishes, plain and simple, no passive aggressive loudness. Just doing the dishes normally until you’re done and the kitchen is cleaned up from dinner. You shut the light off in the kitchen and make your way to yours and Mike’s bedroom and you change out of your regular clothes, getting into pajamas. Mike doesn’t look up from his lap as you pass by him in the living room and you want to turn around and say something, anything to him, but you stop yourself. You grab your book off the bedside table and turn the lamp on to read a chapter before bed. You hope Mike is cooled off enough when he comes to bed to not try and continue the argument.

When you finally settle into bed to actually sleep, Mike hasn’t returned from the living room. You don’t make a point to go looking for him and you want him to have all the space he needs. You hope it’s enough to make him rethink what he said.

You want to sleep but it’s hard to when you’re fighting with Mike like this. The only arguments you ever really have are about finances, and you wanting to help out with those finances that are stressing Mike out.

You’re finally asleep by the time Mike comes to bed and you aren’t sleeping soundly, but you are asleep and that’s the best you can do right now.

You don’t hear the alarm clock going off the next morning to wake you up but you feel Abby’s hand on your shoulder gently shaking you awake, “Wake up…. We have something to show you.. You have to wake up…” she says quietly not wanting to completely scare you to death.

You open your eyes and look at her with a smile, “Good morning, hows my favorite girl doing?” You ask and sit up in bed rubbing your eyes as you come back to reality.

She grabs your arm and pulls like a little kid on Christmas morning, “Come on, I want you to see what me and Mike did for you! You have to come to the living room now.”

You laugh and nod, almost forgetting about the argument you and Mike had the night before. You stand up out of bed and let her pull you to the dining room. You round the corner and a beautiful display of paper flowers decorating the room comes into view. They are hung up unevenly on the walls and you can’t help but admire what you believe to be Abby’s handiwork.

On the table you see a candle at the center of two plates stacked with fresh pancakes. Abby takes you to your seat and pulls it out for you like it was rehearsed and you give her your politest, “Thank you, madam.”

She scurries off in the direction of her room and you hear the door shut, presumably with her inside.

Mike soon emerges from the kitchen wearing your apron with a sheepish smile on his face, “Listen, I just want to say I’m really sorry for how I behaved last night. I shouldn’t have been so stubborn and I definitely shouldn’t have been fighting in front of Abby. Most importantly, I shouldn’t have said something so thoughtless and hurtful. I know you don’t think we are a charity case.” He sits down across from you and scoots his chair in so he is facing you straight on.

You give him a nod to continue talking, you’re ready to listen now.

Mike lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and continues, “You’re family. I love you a lot, and you’re family now. I shouldn’t have gotten so defensive when all you were trying to do was help. I am so sorry.”

You think for a moment and then allow your hand to stretch across the table reaching for his, “Okay. It’s okay Mike.” You take his hand in yours and give it a reassuring squeeze. “I forgive you. I’m also sorry for pushing you on something you were uncomfortable with. It wasn’t my place.”

He shakes his head and looks you in the eyes, “No it is your place, or rather it can be if you want it to be. You’ve been around for so long and I don’t want you to go anywhere, if you want to be apart of Abby’s life in that way then I should be greatful, and I am.” He says sincerely.

You give him a grin and he pulls your hand up to his lips to press a kiss gently to the back of your knuckles.

Moments later you hear Abby’s door open and she scurries through the living room to your side she wraps her arms around you and leans her head into you, “Can I please join art club with Sophia, I told her I would so that we could hang out more,”

Your smile grows even more and you wrap your arm around Abby hugging her close and nodding, “Of course you can Abby we will take care of it for you, won’t we Mike?”

He looks at you from across the table and nods, “Yeah Abby, We will take care of it.” And in that moment you feel at home with this little family you joined. You feel like it’s starting to fall into place.

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woke up to new requests in my ask box and some love on the first one I completed. Ty guys. I can’t wait to keep writing this stuff.

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A Mike schmidt x reader where neither of them sleep but he comes home from work early one night and they both go to sleep together 😭💕

the sleep deprived power couple! ty for this!

You and Mike worked well together. You had similar habits and shared interests. You also both had a bad habit of being insomniacs. Whether it was due to your own problems or the fact that the only job he could get was on night shift. Your sleep schedules were opposite. So when you were at work, Mike was supposed to be sleeping. While Mike was at work, you were supposed to be sleeping. It never seemed to quite work out that way.

Mike always found himself staring at the ceiling with his hands folded on his stomach, not sure what to do with his hands. He would lay there like that for hours before giving in and getting up. Abby was at school and you were at work, so it’s not like you would ever notice he wasn’t sleeping.

For you, it was laying in the bed rolling around and missing the weight of Mike in the bed next to you. You tried cuddling his pillow to pretend it was him. It never quite worked out the way you wanted it to. So you would go to the living room and watch tv knowing Abby was knocked out cold and would never know the difference. You would always get back into bed about 30 minutes before Mike got home so he could tag you out for the day to collapse into bed and go to sleep himself.

Tonight was no different for you. It was 3:30 am on the alarm clock when you heard the front door open. You simply rolled over pulling the blanket up over your shoulders and closed your eyes lightly. You heard the creaking in the hallway and the door opened a few moments later. All you hear is the rustling of Mike shedding his coat, pants and shirt. Moments later you feel the weight shift on the bed and an arm slides under your pillow and head, then an arm snakes around your waist and you can feel the sleepiness coming.

Mikes warm, and you immediately feel cozy in his arms. You roll over to face him and you can just make out his eyes in the dark room, ever so dimly lit by the red light of the alarm clock.

“Hey there stranger” he says quietly.

You would laugh if it didn’t feel like the truth with how little of each other you saw recently.

“I missed you.” You say and bury your face in his chest.

He holds you close and wraps his arms tighter around you. He rubs a hand across your back slowly and buries his face in your hair inhaling deeply, “I missed you too. Haven’t been sleeping so good recently.”

Your voice is muffled slightly, “Me neither..”

When you pull your head back from his chest he takes the hand around your waist and tips your chin up connecting your lips softly. They just brush every so slightly against each other and you let out a happy sigh. You missed this so much.

Mike soon rolls onto his back and leaves his arm resting under your head. You move to rest your head on his chest and he lets his arm tighten around you holding you close to his side. That’s how you two sleep for most of the night. Pressed together like a puzzle that fits just perfectly.

Another sleepless night turns into the best sleep you’ve had in weeks and instead of tagging you out in the morning, you wake up together and start making breakfast for Abby to have before school.

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Five Nights at Freddy's (2023)

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FNAF movie requests Open!

I will not write

-anything underaged (feel like I shouldn’t have to say this but just in case)

-I will not write kinks that I’m not comfortable with

-character death

I WILL write

-smut (idc get depraved in my ask box)

-fluff

-angst

-a mixture of the three

-just ask, if I don’t want to write it completely I will do a little Drabble for you.

Ask box is open! You should be able to be anonymous too!

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-a/n- this is the barista!reader mall security!mike I was talking about. There will probably multiple parts if it’s enjoyed enough. I may cross post to ao3 at some point. It’s not proof read so bear with me.

Mike hadn’t been working at the mall long when he first came up to the coffee shop you worked at. You were only working there because the last job you had didn’t line out exactly how you wanted it to. Waitressing was different than coffee. Waitressing was more taxing mentally for you. The people getting angry with your service and then tipping you terribly instead of speaking up was annoying and you hated your income depending on how much of a people pleaser you were.

His coffee order was simple, black americano. Espresso and water. Personally you would take the espresso shots over the watered down version. The man before you looked like he needed the coffee. His eyes had dark bags under them. His hair was messy, as if he rolled out of bed to come to work. You could admire that. You had your fair share of days that required you to roll out of bed early with no regards to how you looked to come get the shop open in time for customers to have morning coffee. In fact you’d just had one of those days not too long ago.

He was wearing his security uniform, black dress pants and the long sleeve grey button up adorned with a security badge. It was tucked into his pants and secured with a black belt. His radio at his hip ready to take any of the very important calls about a teenage shoplifting from hot topic.

“Black coffee? You don’t want to sweeten it a little?” You ask half playful, half serious, because coffee on its own was just bitter to you. There wasn’t much enjoyment in it.

He kind of makes eye contact with you but he seems distracted. Focused on something else. Which is fine, most of your customers are distracted by the turmoil of their own life. They don’t care much to talk to the “barista”. This guy should be no different. Something about him draws you in though, makes you want to know more.

“Yeah. Not really a fan of coffee, just really tired today I guess.” He says almost sounding interested in talking to you but there’s something missing in the way he speaks. Something far off and distant. He’s more distracted than your usual customers, like he’s not here, far off in another world, focused on anything but what’s going on around him.

You shrug and go to pour the shots focusing on that instead of the stranger that’s only half there in front of you. Once his coffee is made you take it to the pickup counter and call out his name, “Americano for Mike.”

You start saying that every day. He keeps coming back and you’re not sure why. He still looks just as tired as each day passes. You grow to admire the look. He’s messy but he’s also pretty and that’s enough to keep starting small conversations with this stranger.

He’s ordered coffee from you a dozen or so times by now. Your coworkers begin to notice he isn’t coming to the coffee stand on the days you aren’t working, and so the teasing begins.

One of the next times he’s there you hear your male coworker call out, “Hi Mike!” And you cringe inwardly at his goofiness.

Mike tips his head to the side and you can’t help but compare him mentally to a puppy. You bite back a laugh and shrug, “What can I say, you must be a regular now Mike. You want that americano again?”

He’s less distant the more he comes to the coffee stand. He shakes his head and leans against the counter, “I can’t lie, as much as I’d rather not spend the extra money to make it taste good, I don’t think I can stomach anymore black coffee.”

You smile, you knew it would only be a matter of time before he gave up the black coffee charade. You pick up a cup and your pen looking at him, “Do you know what you’d like instead?”

He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly and shrugs before shaking his head, “Mmm… No. I was hoping maybe you had some suggestions?”

You can’t help the grin that tugs at your lips and you write his name on the cup. He pulls out his cash to pay you, holding it out across the counter and you shake your head at him, “On the house for your first try.” you give him a playful wink and walk away to start making his drink. This time it’s similar to what he’s gotten in the past. You pour two shots of espresso. And put them in the cup. You steam milk with a bit of caramel flavored syrup and layer it on top of the espresso shots. When you’re finished adding a caramel drizzle to the drink you walk it over to the pickup counter and and hold it out to him instead of placing it on the counter.

He walks up and does that thing where he tilts his head curiously again and you can’t help but feel a little twinge in your chest at his cuteness. You can’t muster up the courage to say anything but, “You’re going to want to stir it before you drink it. That way it tastes better.”

He gives you a nod and a hint of a smile before taking the cup, “Thanks, I appreciate it. Sleep has been rough to come by recently. I think the coffee helps.”

You give him a small laugh and a nod, “Coffee is the sleep deprived persons best friend. Gotta make sure you’re awake enough to chase those shoplifters down.”

Maybe it’s the way that he holds the cup up to you in cheers way before walking away. Maybe it’s the fact that you know nothing about him. Maybe you’ve got a crush on the mysterious security guard that keeps coming to get coffee from you.

When you leave from your shift that day you notice Mike sitting on a bench by the exit and he has a cell phone pressed up against his ear. He’s got a look on his face that reads as mildly annoyed and very pissed off. You can faintly hear the words, “No I get it, but I just don’t have any one else to go to to watch her. I can’t leave work I have to be here for the whole shift. There’s no one to cover me.” He says and rubs the bridge of his nose with two fingers, leaning back on the bench.

You can see the stress painted across his face. He looks like hes going to get emotional and you cant help but feel bad for him. It’s the way he’s pleading into the phone as if it really is his last option. You walk over to him as the conversation ends and his cell phone returns to his pocket. You look at him for a moment and he doesn’t seem to notice you, but you speak up anyways, “Hey, mike right?”

He looks up from his lap and his mouth is parted slightly like he’s caught off guard by your presence. Once again too wrapped up in his own lifes turmoil to notice the world around him. He nods, lips still parted slightly before he fixes his slack jawed appearance and stands, “Yeah Mike,”

“Black Americano guy, that is until today,” You say with a smile. “By the way how was your drink? It’s what I suggest to most non coffee drinkers that want it to taste half decent.”

He gives you half a smile which is more than you’ve gotten in the entirety of your interactions. Mike seems to be coming back to this plane of existence, considering hes giving you the time of day, “It was good actually, much better than what I have been drinking.”

You’re not sure how to segue into it but you’re curious about the heated phone call you had so you pluck up the courage to say it, “Trouble with the missus?” You ask half sarcastically. Maybe you’re overstepping your boundaries but it’s too late now, you’ve already brought it up.

He looks confused for a moment and then looks down at himself as if he’s looking for a hint to what you’re talking about. He then looks back at you and here comes that half smile again, “Oh no just babysitter troubles. My sister isn’t old enough to be at home alone and her babysitter just called to tell me that she can’t watch her tomorrow. Some family emergency or something. I don’t know.” He rubs his hands on his pants nervously and shrugs as if it’s no big deal.

“You work tomorrow though don’t you? That’s tough,” You say and cross your arms thoughtfully.

“Yeah, now I’m kind of just shit out of luck. I don’t really have a back up since that was my backup.” He says and rubs a hand on the back of his neck sheepishly. His face gets that far off look again like he can’t get his mind off of the amalgamation of problems that is his life.

You tap your foot once, then twice, a thoughtful look on your face and your lips tighten into a line before you finally speak up, “I don’t work tomorrow.” you blurt out. He looks at you with a confused look on his face like he doesn’t know why youve brought it up and then you see the lightbulb, “I have babysitting experience too, so I mean if you need someone to step up, I’m your girl” you say with a smile.

He looks like he’s taken aback by your kindness. By the wear and tear of this mans existence you can tell he hasn’t had much kindness in his life. He finally speaks up moments later, “Really?” he’s not sure if this is real or if he’s daydreaming it but it’s the best chance he’s got at not losing this job he so desperately needs to support him and his sister, “That would be amazing I don’t know how I could thank you enough. She’s a really easy going kid she’s just quiet.” he says and feels the hope building in his chest.

You smile at him and nod, “Sounds great. I think I can handle that.”

He digs around in his pocket for a moment and pulls out a small notepad and a pen usually used for taking down descriptions of criminals in the mall but this time he uses it to scribble his address down for you. He rips the page out of his notebook and hands it over to you. There’s a phone number accompanying the address and you assume it’s his. “There’s my address, if you could be there at 8am that would be great. She’s usually had breakfast by that time so it will just be lunch and dinner in terms of cooking. I’d have to pay you on payday. I’m a little tight on funds until then.” He says sheepishly.

This is the most Mike has ever spoken to you and you can tell how much he cares for his sister. You finally know what’s going through his head when he is ordering coffee and seems like he’s a million miles away.

You nod dutifully and smile at him “You got it Mike, I’ll see you bright and early.”

He smiles back, it’s not half this time, it’s a full smile. Seeing it break past that rough and tough exterior is nice. He has a nice smile.

“Thank you again.” He says and suddenly theres a call over his radio for a blonde teenage girl inside wet seal stuffing clothes in her purse and he’s off. Waving goodbye to you before turning on his heel and jogging in the direction of the store he was called to.

You walk to the parking garage with that little slip of paper tucked into your pocket. You get in your little beater car and head home actually excited for a change in your weekly routine. You’re excited to get to know more about him, even if it involves babysitting his younger sister.

[mxchxelschmidt]

i’m writing barista!reader/mall security!mike for funnies because I don’t know what else to write.