#mikeXreader

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You Saved Me - Chapter 2

Summary: Reader and Miche spend the night in the cabin and hope to make it back to headquarters the next day.

MichexFem!Reader

Warning: Other than making the reader say ridiculous things like I normally do, I don’t think there’s anything worth warning

Word count: ~4,100

Y/N stood in the bathroom with the door closed, laughing to herself. The look on Miche’s face was priceless. He refused the cup for a good five minutes, pretending he didn’t have to relieve himself until Y/N told him that she would wait in the bathroom while he did it.

“Are you almost done?” She called through the door.

“Stop asking me!” He yelled back, “You’re putting too much pressure on me.”

She put her hand over her mouth to hide her laugh. She could hear what was happening and heard him unbuckle his pants a couple minutes ago, but still nothing. Maybe he needs a little help. She dipped her hands in the water that was in the sink and started making droplet sounds loud enough for him to hear. Within seconds she heard him groan, finally calm enough to let himself go. It took him a couple minutes, but then he called to her.

“You can come out now,” he invited. She opened the door and walked over. He held the cup up to her with his head down and she took it.

“Is it alright if I drink this?” She pretended, hoping to get a reaction out of him. His head flew up looking horrified, eyes wide.

“What the f—no!?” He shouted and she bent over, shoulders shaking as she laughed hysterically almost spilling his urine. “I hate you so much.” He said smiling at her.

“This is what you get for sniffing me all the time.” She walked to the bathroom, still laughing when she dumped the cup into the toilet and washed her hands, coming back to the room and sitting on the edge of the bed. He hit her with the pillow teasingly.

“Are you going to sleep?” He asked her after a couple minutes of silence. She was looking at the fire.

“Eventually.”

“You should sleep. You did a lot today.” He reached over and pulled on her shirt. “And we still have a trip tomorrow. Of which, you will be doing most of the work.”

She turned around to look at him. She looked tired, she was tired. If not only for the amount of activity they had today, but for the amount of worrying she did over him. While she loved all the captains, cadets and people in the survey, she had a soft spot for Miche. He was the first person to help her out when she became a captain and always gave her encouragement when she felt like she wasn’t doing enough.

She was trying not to think about it, but thoughts of the possibility of what could have happened kept creeping in her mind. He held his arms open to her and she laughed.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” She laid back in the bed, getting under the covers and resting her head on his shoulder with his arm around her back. “You know what I was thinking of?”

“What?” His voice sent deep vibrations through his chest that she felt on her cheek.

“Do you remember that expedition we had like four years ago? That supply mission we had to do when we were setting up a base in that forest of giant trees.”

“Yeah, what was that? The treehouse bases thing?” He pulled his arm up to rest on her waist and reflexively rubbed his thumb against her skin, neither of them really taking notice.

“Yes! That one!” She confirmed. “I never told anyone, but when I was sent with Levi and a couple cadets to scout the western side of that forest, Levi told me stay on my horse and he would scout from the trees.” He watched her as she spoke with her hands.

“I remember him saying that.”

“Yeah, so it was maybe like fifteen seconds into that and I heard a snap and Levi’s voice yelling ‘shit’ so I looked up and saw him tangled in a tree with a huge red mark on his face from hitting a branch.”

Y/N looked up at Miche’s face as the low reverberation in his chest from his laugh shook his body. He had such a warm laugh that it had her laughing with him before she was even able to finish her story.

“I just remember his legs kicking frantically trying to get himself loose.” Y/N imitated Levi’s legs kicking with her fingers and they both were laughing hysterically.

Miche let out a snort and they laughed even harder, barely able to breathe. He was covering his forehead with his hand and Y/N was burying her face in his chest, both of them not even able to open their eyes as they laughed.

“Eventually he got himself loose. I just pretended not to see it.” Y/N wiped her tears from laughing.

“God, I wish I got to see that.” Miche was also wiping the tears from his cheeks.

“My first year as a captain.” She sighed. “It definitely helped me get over feeling like a phony.”

“You didn’t think you were a good captain?”

“Not really.” She confessed. “I mean, I was coming in after you, Levi and Hange. How was I supposed to feel?”

“I don’t know, but I was pretty intimidated.” He looked up at the ceiling. “We all knew of you. You moved up through the ranks so quickly.”

“It wasn’t that quick.”

“You’re too critical of yourself.” He glanced at her, lifting his eyebrow. “My whole life, all I knew was the scouts and it still took me ten years to become a captain and I was really proud of that. You started late after a whole different career and made it in seven.”

“Either way,” She looked up at the ceiling. “My motivation wasn’t to make captain, it was to save people and… I’m not being too critical when I say that I’ve failed at that.”

“You are.” He studied her face. Her mouth was set in a hard line, eyes focused on the ceiling, but her mind was somewhere else. “You saved me.” He spoke quietly, his voice so soft the reminder almost came out as a question.

She turned her head to face him, realizing how close their faces were, their noses nearly touching. She opened her mouth with a silent gasp of surprise. Her heart sped up as their breaths mixed in the small space between them.

“I guess you’re right.” She smiled, moving her face back. “You just better be alive when I wake up.”

“I’m not that easy to get rid of.” He smiled and she moved her head down to nestle into his shoulder.

He looked at the top of her head, leaning in to smell her hair, but stopped himself, remembering the comment she made earlier and pulled his head back, resting it on the pillow.

“Y/N?”

“Hmm?” She hummed sleepily.

“Does it bother you that much if I sniff you?” He wondered.

“Not so much bother me.” She lifted her head to look at him. “Just sometimes I feel like I smell bad. It makes me a little insecure.” His eyebrows moved together and he smiled.

“You never smell bad,” he comforted, trying to restore her confidence. “At least not to me.”

“Oh.” She mouthed, eyes moving around as she thought about it.

“You have a certain smell.” He sighed, looking up at the ceiling as he tried to explain. “There’s something in the way you smell to me that smells… smells really familiar. It can be quite calming actually.”

“We use the same shampoo, Miche.” She rolled her eyes. “You’re the one who gave me the bottle.”

“It’s not like that. And I gave you that bottle because your other shampoo smelled like shit.” He chuckled. “It was ruining your natural scent.”

He readjusted his body, pulling her in a little closer. The top of her head was resting just under his jaw, while her hips and waist were flush against his side. She curled her arms in front of her and rested them on his chest.

“It’s like a smell you naturally have, under all the other artificial fragrances you add. Your natural, biological, unaffected, pure scent. That’s what smells familiar to me… And I lied. It’s extremely calming to me. That’s the reason I do it so much.”

She leaned her head back peering at him while she thought about it. He stared at her, his bangs in his eyes how they always were with a small smile on his lips. It calms him. That explains why he was doing it so much more today.

“Okay then.” She held her hand up to him. “I guess I don’t mind it.”

He didn’t move. He held his smile, looking at her hand before he reached up to hold it, her hands much colder and softer than his own.

He finally looked at her. His smile slowly grew mischievously. She narrowed her eyes at him as she worried what he was thinking. He quickly moved her hand behind her back and pulled her up to him with his other arm and buried himself in her neck, sniffing everything which had Y/N laughing and squirming.

“Miche! It tickles! Your beard!” She wiggled, trying to get away from the tickling sensation of his beard on her neck.

“Sorry.” He laughed, adjusting his face so his chin wasn’t touching her while he moved forward to take deep inhales of her, breathing in as much of her as he could.

His nose was tickling her ears and jaw while his lips grazed her neck. Y/N’s body responded in a way she wasn’t prepared for. Her heart started beating quickly, pounding in her chest while her breathing became shallow and quick. She could feel her cheeks turning pink and a spark of electricity soared through her body, settling in her stomach. Her hand, now released from his, instinctively went to his waist and up his back, pulling him deeper into her neck, her body wishing for more of his touch.

He felt her pull him in and his breath caught, freezing him in place. His heart was racing when he closed his eyes. He was no longer able to focus on smelling her. Instead all he could think about was his nose in her hair and his lips brushing against her neck. Her soft neck. His hand moved to her hip, squeezing lightly as he tried to steady his breathing. He clenched his jaw, forcing himself to slowly pull back.

“S… Sorry.” He apologized again, a tint of pink sitting on his cheeks as well. She smiled awkwardly and laid her head back down on the pillow. Miche’s arms resting on the bed now. They both laid there quietly until they fell asleep.

…..

Fortunately, the rest of the ride back to headquarters was as uneventful as they were hoping. The route was clear of titans and the weather was sunny. A small trace of awkwardness was left between them from the night before, but Y/N continued telling herself it was all in her head. It didn’t help that she woke up to Miche rubbing her head and playing with her hair. She had opened her eyes to find him doing it while he slept. Had he been awake, she could have attributed it to him being as affectionate as he always was with her, but seeing his eyes still closed and small snores coming from him made the action feel slightly more intimate.

She felt his arms tighten a little around her as the terrain got a little bumpier, his head still resting against her shoulder. They crossed over some small creeks and hills, still a third of the trip left to go. He was managing really well. He had woken up twice in the night yelling and sweating, nightmares of his encounter with the beast titan.

“How are you feeling?” She called back to him. He turned to face her, his head still resting on her shoulder.

“As good as I can be.” He closed his eyes and smiled a little.

“Is your leg okay?”

“Better than yesterday.” He looked down at it, the movement bothering him a little, but not like the pain from the day before.

She hoped beyond hope that they wouldn’t encounter any titans. If not for the difficulty of how she will get away, but for Miche’s mental safety. She honestly wasn’t sure what would happen right now if he saw one.

They managed to arrive at headquarters in late afternoon. Her horse definitely deserved some sort of reward for the trip it just made. She settled the horse next to the front, getting Miche on her back as they made their way to the sick bay.

“Gosh, your parents must be proud.” She said, grunting as she pushed her way through the mess hall to get to the sickbay.

“Why do you say that?”

“Giving birth to a titan of a son.” She pushed through the doorway and Miche laughed.

“I told you I would walk!”

“I told you I’m not letting that happen. Dr. Otto?” She called, opening the doors. “Dr. Otto?”

A smaller older man walked into the room as Y/N set Miche on one of the exam tables. She turned to look at the doctor and Miche grabbed her hand, keeping her close to him.

“What’s happened?” He asked, walking over and pushing his circular glasses farther up his nose.

“He was caught by a titan.” She spoke quickly and Miche watched them discuss and fill in notes on a piece of paper. “From what I could see, his left leg has a dislocated ankle and tibial spiral fracture. I’m not sure about his right leg, but based on the swelling and bruising, I think it’s a stress fracture of one of his calf bones. I put a splint on him yesterday afternoon after realigning his ankle and leg. Please check that. As well as stitched the lacerations in both of his legs.” She bit her thumbnail waiting for him to answer.

“We will need to check for any other injuries that he may not be feeling yet.” The doctor wrote some more notes.

“I haven’t checked the rest of his body for any other possible injuries yet.”

“We’ll start there.” He said, taking more notes. Y/N nodded, turning to Miche.

“Can you sit up so I can take your shirt off?” She asked just now noticing him holding her hand and she raised an eyebrow at him, smiling.

“What?” He sat up. “I got nervous.”

She pulled his shirt up and over his head, setting it to the side. Miche started to lean back down, but she held him in place, lifting his arms, checking for any bruising, and pressing various areas on his torso.

“Doctor, may I borrow this?” She held up a stethoscope. He nodded and she put it on, checking Miche’s breathing. “Everything is normal. There’s a bit of bruising around the ribs, but it’s nothing too deep.”

The doctor continued writing notes, looking over his glasses to check the work Y/N was doing. He noticed Miche holding Y/N’s hand and looked from one to the other, smiling then going back to his notes.

“Y/N.” The doctor looked at her and she stood up straight. “I have some iodine in the cabinet in my office, can you bring some along with some soapy water and a rag. We need to be careful of any dirt that may cause an infection on any of these cuts. I will also need some gauze.”

“Yes, sir.” He reluctantly let go of her as she ran to the other room.

“You were fortunate to have had someone with such an eclectic knowledge of medicine with you.” Dr. Otto smiled at Miche over his glasses. “Based on your injuries, it’s really unlikely you would have survived had she not been able to slow the bleeding.”

Miche was about to speak, but smiled instead. The doctor leaned forward, checking Y/N’s stitching and moved to see the bruising on his right leg. He had Miche lie down and checked his ribs while he continued talking.

“She’s a gifted captain, yes,” Dr. Otto sat Miche back up, checking his back. “But she has a talent for medicine that can’t be denied. She is even better than me when I was her age.”

The doctor laughed and Miche smiled lightly at him as he tried not to grimace. There was definitely a gentleness to Y/N’s touch that Dr. Otto didn’t have.

“Sometimes she loses sight of the things she really wants because she’s so focused on everyone else.” The doctor went back to his paper and took notes. “I’ll leave it to you to remind her every once in a while.”

“Me?” Miche laughed shyly, wondering what the doctor meant by that.

Y/N walked in with the all of the items the doctor requested and a few additional ones and set them on the side table. The doctor walked to the sink and began washing his hands while Y/N went to the cabinet near the door and pulled out a wooden brace, setting it near Miche.

While the doctor was gone, Y/N started by cutting the splint she made off of his leg, tossing it in the trash. Then moved up to his belt, looking at him.

“I’m going to take what’s left of your pants off.” She started unbuckling and he nodded, laying down. He moved to help her, lifting up to inch them past his butt, but Y/N objected. “Don’t move your legs. I can get this.” She shimmied them off, being careful not to brush them against his stitches.

The doctor made his way back over and looked at Y/N’s work. Y/N backed up to Miche’s side and this time he wrapped his arm around her hip, holding her right next to him while his other hand held hers. The doctor was checking the stitches from his thigh to his calf. He smiled looking up at her over his glasses, chuckling.

“This is a very good job Captain.” He smiled at her. “You haven’t studied in over ten years, but I can see that you haven’t forgotten.” “Well I did have the best teacher.” She smiled shyly. Miche looked from the doctor to Y/N.

“That you did.” He laughed as he applied the iodine. “Do you think you can remember how to wrap the leg and apply the splint? I imagine I will need to get more supplies if the others might be returning in a similar condition.”

“Have the commander and others left yet or are they still here?” Y/N asked as the doctor took off his lab coat to put on his outdoor coat.

“They received word from a messenger and left about two hours ago.” He put on his hat and left. Y/N turned back to Miche’s leg and he sat up to watch.

“I guess I’m finishing up.” She smiled at him and grabbed the gauze, slowly wrapping his leg, careful not to move it more than needed.

“Why would you have ever quit studying medicine?” Miche asked, his eyes wide as a small smile grew.

“What do you mean?” She looked up from her work. “I told you, I was just tired of not being able to save everyone.”

“I know you want to save people.” He shook his head. “But in the time I’ve known you, I’ve never seen you as happy or as comfortable… or as focused as you were just now.”

“Really?” She smiled then bit her bottom lip. “I do really enjoy medicine, but I don’t know. It got difficult to see after a while.” She shrugged and finished up the gauze strip, snipping the end and tucking it in then moving on to adding the splint.

“So, when you told me you worked with a military doctor, were you referring to…” Miche nudged his head in the direction Dr. Otto left.

“Working with Dr. Otto?” She nodded. “His wife was a childhood friend of my dad’s. I’ve known him since I was a baby.” She got up, taking the bowl of soapy water to the sink, dumping it and refilling it then walking back over.

“What’s that for?” He wondered.

“Your bath.” She stated in an obvious tone. “I wanted to make sure the water was warm still.”

“I don’t know if you’re aware of this, but I’m not exactly small.” He joked. “I won’t fit in that.”

“Really?” She asked sarcastically. “You not petite? I had no idea.” She grabbed the sponge and soaked it with the soapy water, bringing it to his face and wiping away the dirt from the day before. She grabbed the dry towel she brought and dried his face afterwards. “Lay down.”

He followed and she continued cleaning his arms and chest.

“Do you think you’ll go back to it?” He asked her, his hand moving back to her hip. She smiled a little thinking about his question.

“I hope so.” She leaned forward to reach for his opposite arm. She squeezed the sponge a little too hard and water dripped down his bicep. She watched as the droplet ran over his muscles and down to his shoulder, her face getting hot.

Normally when she was doing things like this, washing, stitching, wrapping bodies, she never looked at the patients as people, only as parts. Similar to an artist drawing the human body, she was focusing so hard on her job that she didn’t realize a lot of the patients were naked or nearly naked. Not to mention she has seen Miche nearly naked a dozen times, she’s even accidentally walked in on him bathing. So, why now was it so different?

It may have been partly due to that fact that since leaning forward, the hand that Miche placed on her hip slipped down past her butt and now gently rested on the back of her thigh. She was desperately trying to ignore it, but it wasn’t helping that he was rubbing his thumb just under the crease of her butt.

“I hope you get that chance.” He smiled, not realizing the trouble his hand was causing her. She took a deep breath, standing back up. She went to the sink to replace the dirty water with clean water, using this time to focus herself again with a couple deep breaths.

Miche watched her from the exam table. Her hands started shaking when she was washing him. He could smell her nervous sweat all the way from the sink. He so desperately wanted to touch her, to grab her and hold her against him, to feel her heartbeat against his. He took a deep breath and rubbed his face.

“Can you lift your head a bit?” She was back with another bowl that she set next to his head.

“Are you going to wash my hair?” He questioned.

“You aren’t going to be getting into a bath anytime soon.” She smiled. “Consider this a service.”

He lifted his head up and she moved the bowl under it, pouring water on top of his hair then quickly shampooing before rinsing it off and trying to drain as much as she could out. Miche sat up, grabbing the towel she left him.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen your forehead.” She teased. He laughed.

“Is it everything you dreamed it would be?” “Very much.” She laughed and he dried his hair with his towel, moving it back to his typical hairstyle, bangs hanging down. “I brought you some clothes.” She handed over some hospital shorts and a t-shirt. “You probably can’t wear regular pants for a while with this brace.”

“Thanks.” He slid them on.

“You should rest for now.”

“Where are you going?” He asked as she walked away.

“I think it’s my turn to bathe now.” She put the bowl she used to wash him next to the sink, rinsing it out.

“Can I come with you?” She turned around quickly to look at him, her mouth dropped open and he back tracked, his cheeks tinting pink. “I—I don’t mean—I didn’t mean like… that. I just meant that if maybe I could wait in your room… Just so I wouldn’t have to wait here alone.”

“Oh… Okay.” She nodded slowly. “You had me for a second there.” She moved to the desk, rolling out a wheelchair and setting it next to his bed. “Let’s get you in here.” He climbed in the chair and she rolled him to the bottom of the stairs. She looked at all the steps and she quickly slumped over. Miche started laughing.

“I’m sorry.” He tried holding back his laughter. “Really, I can just drag myself up the steps.”

“No,” she sighed, “It’s fine. I have to get you up here anyway. At least it’s only the second floor.”

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[mightshad0w]

POV: You go with the veterans to Ikea.

You've already made the mistake of going all together (when you had planned to go only with Levi), but more importantly, you went on a Saturday afternoon.

While you were in the lamp department, in front of the magnificent KNIXHULT (it really exists!) with Mike, you realize that he has disappeared.

For that matter, the other veterans have disappeared too.

Will you give in to panic or take advantage of the situation, you who wanted to shop quietly

Reader:

➡ Wall Decoration:

You thought you saw toilets in that area, maybe some are there.

No, they aren't.

Whether it's in the women's restroom or the men's.

You look in your pockets, Hansi is so absent-minded that he often gives you his bank card.

And, no even though it sounds tempting, you won't use that card for purchases.

➡ Wicker, Plant, Pots & Decoration

One of your favorite places, especially since if you look hard enough, you can find some great deals.

There is a bin for plants a little "ugly", they are not very expensive and given your talent with plants, they could regain a second youth.

There are also some pots, you can take some of them.

Because you might put the plants in new pots, to make them look a bit nicer.

Finally, you managed to get your hands on Mike.

He is in the candle department, he seems quite relieved to find you.

He's quite strong, he's going to be a great help for all the plants you found.

You picked up some orchids and a hydrangea.

➡ Self Service

All the rest of the gang is here.

In fact, he was looking for you too and they preferred to send Mike (and his invincible flair) to find you.

But his flair was eventually rather quickly disrupted by the candle beam.

He may be quite strong, but that doesn't stop him from having some weaknesses.

About strength, Levi could use a little help.

Erwin may be helping him, but I think a little help from you would be nice.

Hansi is already at the other end of the store, at the "Bargain Corner" section.

She has found some cushions but they are a bit disjointed, a little help from the sewing machine might fix that.

You've spent so much time poking around in this department, you didn't even notice Levi calling out your name and your friend's name.

Yes, Levi is very organized and that was one of the reasons you wanted to shop with him.

When others are around, everyone gets excited.

[monkeespreferences-blog]

How he kisses you:

Micky: He's very shy at first; and would only kiss your forehead or cheek, but he would soon warm up and finally kiss you (and once he did, oh boy! he would never stop)

Mike: Since there is most definitely a height difference, he would kiss you on the top of your head

Davy: This boy is not shy, that's for sure! He would be all over you from the start

Peter: He would just give you soft, random kiss on the mouth

[dazai-chuuyabby]

The 5th Ackermann - 40- The Hearing (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1004439204-the-5th-ackermann-40-the-hearing?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=Letmekenma&wp_originator=TpJNZKP0U6EePs4%2Bhw4fNTFeW43ELci9nQbPCq0jiNsT737MuPYPxONi0%2F8eadXafqc7WoSX9SYNbaoR3spve%2BZbSS9loG0Vk%2Bhfq0uVRx2B71vaBgjFsO56XEals7Cp (AOT/SNK boys x reader) Y/n Ackermann. A young girl who lived in the deadly underground with nothing but a knife and her older brother Levi. They want to go to the surface and get out of the slums. How could they reach such a miraculous PARADISe with almost nothing but each other? (I don't own the characters or pictures unless stated otherwise) (This does go in order so it may be confusing if you skip around.)

[official-michael-afton]

You can still hear me, right?

Whatever you do, make sure you don't let go of my hand.

Don't look behind you.

Hold on tight.

I've got you.

You'll be safe here.

Ignore the voices, they're trying to lure you away, just like he did to them.

Focus on my voice instead.

I'm gonna get you through this.

Whatever you do, don't look behind you.

Please.

I know you can feel their gaze.

It burns, I know.

Just don't look them in the eyes, no matter what you do.

Don't let go of me.

[duker42]

I’d like to request a MikexReader. Mike has a thing for the petite reader and admired her from afar. She never notices him because he’s sneaky but he would sorta stalk her? Not in a creepy yandere way but kinda just purposely bumping into her, leaving her things that remind him of her smell,etc. she actually thinks Mike doesn’t like her but starts to put the pieces together as he starts to slip up.

💜Not So Scary Stalking💜

Y/N sighed as she walked the tall Squad Leader walk towards the castle with Nanaba and Captain Levi. She wished that she could walk with him, see if he talked more than when he was around her. Wished that maybe he would like her as much as she liked him.

She had gotten a huge crush on the giant blonde man when he had saved her during an expedition. His angry yell as he came swooping in to cut her from the grasp of a Titan had enthralled her. He was just as skilled as Captain Levi, being the second strongest soldier proved that.

She walked back towards her barracks when she noticed some honeysuckle pinned to her door. She smiled at the gift that had been placed there. She knew that she wouldn’t find a note on who it was from, she never did. But for weeks she had been receiving small gifts that smelled wonderful.

She brought the fragrant blossoms up to her nose and drank in the scent of them. She wondered who was giving her such lovely little reminders that there was good in their world. She really needed to thank them, and she was really curious to see who it was.

The days passed, and the gifts continued. Y/N tried piecing the puzzle together, but seemed like there was a big missing objective. She had just started to enjoy the sweet gestures, and hoped that one day, the person would reveal themselves.

~~~~~

Mike sniffed the soap again, closing his eyes and taking in all the aromas of the blend. It smelled just like Y/N did after a day spent out in the sun in that flower field she loved to lay in. Mike opened his eyes and smiled at the vendor, nodding his head slightly. He had to buy it for her.

He had been watching her for far longer than he had been giving her those gifts. He wasn’t trying to be creepy, he loved Y/N but didn’t know how to approach her. It wasn’t like he didn’t have experience with women, he did, but none that seemed to matter as much as her.

He gave the vendor the money and took the small bag, turning to walk away. He didn’t realize that a certain beautiful woman was watching the exchange. Ambling down the street he continued on, that woman that was so close to him filling his thoughts.

~~~~~

Y/N grinned when she came up to her door. There was a bag at her door that she recognized. She quickly closed the door to her room and dug into the bag, laughing when she pulled out the soap that she had seen Mike smelling.

She pulled at her clothes, stripping down quickly as she brought the soap with her to the bathroom attached to her room. The smell was absolutely wonderful and she couldn’t wait to wash with it.

The scent filled the washroom as she ran the soapy sponge across her body, soaking up the fragrance of the bubbles as she bathed. The hot was washed the suds down the drain and Y/N stepped out of the shower feeling amazing.

She put on a light summer dress and braided her hair before leaving her quarters. She made her way casually to Mike’s office to knock on his office door.

“Enter.” The gruff voice called from beyond the thick wooden door.

Y/N pushed the door open and walked inside, shutting the door behind her. Mike was watching her intently as she came closer to his desk. It was subtle, but she saw when her scent reached him, his eyes narrowed, almost closing and she heard him take a deep breath.

She saw the big man shiver slightly as he tried to compose himself. His green eyes were filled with something that she couldn’t quite place, but she felt a jolt of lust go through her system at his expression.

She walked over to his desk and hopped up on his desk, crossing her legs and throwing him a cheeky grin. “Hey, Mike.”

“Umm, hey Y/N. What are you doing here?” Mike asked, shuffling the papers around on his desk, desperate for something to seem busy.

Y/N leaned close and saw him back away slightly, his hand curling in a fist on the arm of his chair. “I came to see you. See if you could help me with a stalker.” She said, her eyes laughing.

“Stalker?” Mike asked, his eyebrows raised. His face flashed concerned before looking up at her.

“Yeah...I have a stalker.” Y/N leaned closer and looked into his eyes. “A not so scary stalker that gave me this soap.”

Mike grinned when he realized she knew it was him that sent the gifts. “No so scary huh?” He stood up and towered over her, pushing closer than was appropriate under normal circumstances.

Y/N reached out and grabbed the front Mike’s shirt, pulling him a bit closer before whispering in his ear. “Shouldn’t you smell your present, up close and personal?”

Mike eyes turned hot as he pulled back just enough to cover Y/N’s mouth with his own. It was a good thing she had come to him alone, that soap smelled like heaven on her.

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[dashielldeveron]

Pretty pretty please write more Mikexreader fics! 🥺 your writing is so wonderful

Currently writing one! Been working on it since Revel was posted. It’ll be finished soon, since my spring break has been extended. It’s another current Mike fic, and in my head, it’s the same, married couple as in Revel.

Thank you so, so much for reading it and sending me a message! It really means a lot to me. I hope your day is peaceful! xx.

[svucarisiaddict]

i loved your last mike fic but it hurt me so much :'( can i request for mikexreader: stuck in a groundhog day loop and only true love's kiss can break the curse??

Mike groaned when his alarm went off. He hated waking up in a different town. The only thing making it okay was you sleeping in the next room. Secretly he had hoped there wouldn’t be enough rooms and you’d have to share like in one of those corny rom-com movies. A knock at the door stirred him to finally get up.

“What the hell, Y/L/N,” he grumbled when he opened the door to you stretching your legs.

“Thought we were going for a jog before the conference starts?” Y/N asked.

“That was before I stayed up too late and had a couple drinks,” he replied. He scanned her up and down. She was wearing yoga pants, with her hair in a ponytail. “Hey. I’m sorry about last night. It’s, I just don’t want to make-”

“The run will help you sweat all that alcohol out. If I can be up and going so can you. Have to be at the conference in a couple of hours. Plus it’s supposed to be a scorcher today so need to get a run in this morning.” She totally ignored what had almost happened between them last night. It wasn’t he didn’t want to but he had more respect for her than sleeping with his tipsy partner.

Mike sighed and pursed his lips. “Give me a couple minutes. You can come in if you want.”

“No thanks. I’ll meet you in the lobby,” she said then turned to the elevators.

Mike changed into running clothes and pulled a hat over his unruly hair. He grabbed a bottle of water then headed to the lobby.

“Hey, slow-poke. Pick up the pace!” Y/N called back over her shoulder.

It was about a mile into the run and Mike was lagging behind. But today he just couldn’t find his stride. Usually, it was him telling Y/N to get the lead out. He had to admit he didn’t mind the view being behind her. Mike wasn’t paying attention and tripped over a crack in the pavement.

He felt his ankle twist and went down. “Shit,” Mike said through clenched teeth.

Y/N slowed and turned at the sound of his voice. “Mike!” She jogged back to him and knelt down. “What happened?”

“Tweaked my ankle pretty bad when I tripped.” Mike turned his ankle in a circle gingerly. “Not broke. Just sprained.”

“Can you walk back? Should I go back for the car?” Y/N face was etched with worry.

Mike was able to stand and took a couple little steps. “I’ll make it back.”

She held onto his bicep to steady him. “Here. Put your arm around my shoulders. Lean on me.”

Mike smirked. “You’re going to hold me up?”

Y/N put her hands on her hips. “It’s not a piggyback ride, Michael.”

He put an arm around her shoulders and her arm went around his waist. The two of them limped back to the hotel.

“Here. Sit,” Y/N directed. She gently placed Mike’s foot on a pillow. “I’ll get ice and ibuprofen.”

Later at the conference, Mike had to sit down frequently. Y/N had done a fine job of wrapping his ankle but it still throbbed. He was relieved when the speakers started. During small groups, Y/N was put in a different group. A woman with long, chestnut hair, wearing a tight pencil skirt sat down next to him.

“Hi. I’m Victoria,” she said offering her hand out to shake Mike’s and the others in the group.

“Michael. Nice to meet you.”

After group sessions, was a lunch break. Y/N came back to find Mike and found him in deep conversation with Victoria. He introduced the two women.

“Ready to get some lunch? she asked.

“Actually, I’m having lunch with Victoria,” Mike said giving Y/N an apologetic smile.

Victoria smiled sweetly. “You’re more than welcome to join us.”

“No. No, thank you. I’ll see after the afternoon session, then?” she said then walked away.

Mike felt a twinge of guilt as he watched Y/N leave. She looked over her shoulder once more and gave a small wave.

Getting a hankering for something sweet. Even though it was a little late Y/N headed for the vending. She thought about stopping by Mike’s room to say goodnight and apologize for last night since she hadn’t seen him since lunch. After getting a chocolate bar, including Mike’s favorite Butterfinger from the machine, she was rounding the corner and saw Victoria exiting his room. She had her heels in her hand with a shit eating grin on her face. Mike stood in the door and kissed her. She then walked down the hall to the elevator.

“Y/N. I- Victoria was-”

“No need to explain. Here. You obviously worked up and appetite.” Y/N threw the candy bar at Mike’s chest as she walked past his room.

“Wait, Y/N. Come back,” Mike said.

Mike groaned when his alarm went off. He was surprised his ankle didn’t hurt considering how bad he twisted yesterday. A knock at the door made him actually get out of bed.

“What the hell, Y/L/N,” he grumbled when he opened the door to you stretching your legs.

“Thought we were going for a jog before the conference starts?” Y/N asked.

“I twisted my ankle yesterday, remember?” Y/N had on the same running clothes as yesterday.

“What are you talking about? We just got in last evening,” she looked at him in confusion.

He furrowed his brows. Maybe it was a dream or deja vu. “Uh, sorry. Give me a couple minutes. You can come in if you want.”

“No thanks. I’ll meet you in the lobby,” she said then turned to the elevators.

Mike found himself lagging behind you again admiring your backside. He tripped hurting his ankle. This all felt very familiar to him.

When Victoria left his hotel room he saw you standing there in the hall. Clearly hurt as he had just turned you down the night before. You threw the candy bar at his chest and stormed to his room.

Things were just too weird. He knew all of today’s happened. They had, right?? He went to sleep pondering the last two days. He would try to shake things up a bit the next day. Checking his alarm he turned over and tried to fall asleep.

His alarm went off and he groaned. He rolled out of bed and shuffled to the door to let you in.

“How’d you know I was here. I didn’t even knock,” Y/N said eying him suspiciously.

Mike shrugged his shoulders. “I dunno.” He pulled his running shorts on then his socks and sneakers. “You ever get the feeling you’ve done something, or been somewhere before when you actually haven’t?”

“Ya mean deja vu?”

“Kinda but on a bigger level. Like that movie Groundhog Day,” he replied.

She scrunched her nose. “The Broadway version was way better. Plus the lead actor was hot. Did you see it?”

Mike looked at her and smiled. “Let’s go for that run.”

This time he watched where he was running instead of watching your backside and made it back to the hotel injury free. When it came time for lunch he sought you out and the two of you had lunch together. At dinner that night he watched how your eyes lit up when you laughed, he appreciated the lilt to your voice and appreciated how much you cared for him, even when he was an arse.

In the elevator, there was something that took him over. He turned and framed your body against the wall of the lift. But it was you that initiated the kiss. “Stay with me tonight, please,” Mike pleaded. His need for you was insurmountable.

“Yes,” she breathed.

Mike groaned when his alarm went off the next morning. Beside him, you stirred. “Turn that damn thing off,” Y/N grumbled.

“Are we not going for a run?” he asked sleepily.

“Pfftt, hell no.” Y/N snuggled to his chest and threw a leg over his middle.

Mike smiled wrapping his arms around you. Savoring the softness of your skin and the flowery smell of her shampoo. Now if this was a day that he had to repeat, he wouldn’t object.

[multifandombookstore]

Hello! hello! hello!

I heard from a little birdy (Me getting sudden brain rot and finding you) that you do TDI...

may I please have a Mikexreader where reader has always had a massive (and I mean it) on Mike, and always resented Zoe, so when they broke up, they where both over the moon, and also pissed at her, cuss it left Mike's heart broken.

now Y/N is with Mike some time after he got better, and is out for Zoe, the only thing stopping them from throwing her off a bridge being Mike. (Fem or Genderless reader pls :) )

-with love, 💜 annon

Hi 💜 anon!! I’d love to do your request but I honestly only really know the first original cast 😭 I hope you find someone to do your request tho!!

[eyebrowsoffreedom1]

Sunday I'll post a MikexReader

That will be the last request on the list, that means request will be open soon 👀😎

Meanwhile, I'll work on that Erwin x Reader x Mike scenario so, requests will be posted only on sunday!

[imaginethis-st-blog]

Hi! Can I request a Mikexreader imagine where you two are adults and married and some trouble happens with Brenner or the Hawkins lab and you reveal to him that you're pregnant? Thanks!

Okay, I've been trying to write this for a while, but I'm sorry, I can't find the inspo to write this? I'm so sorry💞

[mangleschmidt]

Guys...

I have an embarrassing confession to make now...

I, uh, I h-h-have...

A story...

ABOUTPIRATE!MIKEXREADER

I have to make it clear...

I

Made

A

Pirate!Mike

x

Reader

Months

Ago

And I’m planning to change things up a little bit.

It’s on Quotev, with the same name, Mangler Schmidt.

It’s the first Mangle Schmidt account I made around 2 years ago.

I hope you’ll check it out!

[monkeesimagines]

Can I request MikeXReader smut?

Of course, we'll get on it right away!--Madeline ❤

[monkeespreferences-blog]

Their nicknames for you:

Micky: Sunshine, My Love, and Girly

Mike: Sugar, Honey, and Sweetie (imagine that Texas accent though)

Davy: Hot Stuff, Sweetheart, and Love

Peter: the same as Micky, but would probably call you bunny or some animal name

[official-michael-afton]

I know horror isn't the place for romanve but I wamna write more horror gay

[munroeinthesnow-blog]

maybe some mike x reader where mike finds the reader being made fun of in high school and he stands up for them??

(This is my first x reader fic, so I hope you like it!)

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Today had been the shittest day in recorded history. Youdidn’t get any sleep last night because your parents were up arguing, screamingand occasionally throwing things. This had become common in your householdlately. Sure, they always apologized to you the next morning, but they stillcouldn’t meet your eyes.

If that wasn’t enough, whispers of your parent’sdivorce followed you wherever you went. It you went to a pretty small privatehigh school, so news traveled at warp speed. You couldn’t even escape it inthe bathroom, where you found two girls quietly discussing the matter as theyfixed their hair in the dirty school mirrors. When you revealed yourself, theywere quick to run away, red faced and embarrassed. But you didn’t blame them,not really. You knew that this would blow away in a few months, and that theywere only talking about it because they had nothing better to say. Still, youwished that people would come out and say what they wanted to instead ofwalking on egg shells around you. You didn’t know how much longer you can takethe pity-filled looks your teachers gave you.

Walking into the school’s lunch room, you scanned theseats to find your usual table. None of your normal lunch friends were thereyet, so you moved over to set your bag on the table. But before you could,someone stuck their backpack out in front of you, sending you and your bagflying forward. The contents spilled out in front of you and you struggled to shoveit all back into your bag in an attempt to get out of there as soon aspossible. You could already feel the entire room’s eyes on you.

And then everyone erupted into laughter. Looking up,you saw the backpack’s owner smirking maliciously at you and applaudingsarcastically. You scowled at him and fliped him the bird before putting thelast of your things in your bag and beginning to walk away.

“Oh look!” The guy announced to the room, his armsheld open in presentation. “We’ve upset the poor thing. How cute.”

“Fuck you.” You mutter over your shoulder, notstopping to give him a second look. He didn’t deserve it.

The guy nodded to one of his friends across thecafeteria. They ran quickly to the exit, blocking it with their arms folded menacinglyacross their chests. You rolled your eyes and turned around to face thedouchebag.

“What’s your problem, dude?” You weren’t scared ofthis guy in the least, but you still would have liked to get out of this withminimal dents to your social standing. The entire cafeteria was rapt in attention,waiting for his next comment.

“Oh, you’re a feisty one.” He remarked, that stupidsmirk dancing on his features.

“Just leave me alone. You look pathetic.”

He narrowed his eyes at your insult, leaning forwardas if he were about to spit acid in your face. “Why so aggressive? I guess notplaying well with others is hereditary. You should really tell your parents towatch out for that, you know, if you can pull them apart long enough.”

Everyone in the room took a collective gasp, theireyes flicking to you for your response. You started to fill with a mixture of embarrassmentand rage, tears forming at the corner of your eyes and threatening to spillover.

Before you could say anything else, you hear someoneelse sitting behind you get up in protest. “Whoa, that’s really fucking rude.”

Holyshit, was that Michael Munroe?

Sure enough, you watch as the senior class presidentpushed his way through the crowd of observers to face the guy.

“Oh come on, Mike.” He said defensively, backing awayslightly. “I’m just messing around.”

Shaking his head vehemently, he glared at the boy. “Bullshit.What makes you think it’s okay to say that to someone?”

“Don’t be such a pussy, man.” He muttered, though helooked down at the ground. Being publicly shamed by Mike Munroe was not good for someone’s rep and he knewit.

“Why?” Mike retorted. “You don’t have any problembeing a massive dick.”

The room erupted into laughter for the second time asyour class president mimed dropping the mic at this guy’s feet. He rolled hiseyes and left the room quickly, not even bothering to pick up his backpack inhis hurry to escape. The bystanders began chanting “Mike, Mike, Mike” overagain as he took an exaggerated bow.

Soon, the normal order was restored in the cafeteria,people returning to their normal conversations now that the show was over.Everyone seemed to forget that the little incident even happened. Well, almosteveryone.

“Hey,” Mike said, walking towards you with histrademark charming smile. “You okay?”

Suddenly, you found yourself blushing wildly,something that you almost never did. Though you rolled your eyes at yourfriends when they fawned over him, you felt butterflies rustle about in yourstomach. This is ridiculous, youthought, it’s just a guy. Just talk tohim like you would anyone else.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You reply, forcing yourself to meethis golden brown eyes. “That guy was just an asshole. Thanks, though.”

“No problem. I’ve got to make sure my halls are freeof douchebags, right?” He punctuated his statement with a wink that made yourheart skip a beat.

Pushing your bag further up your arm, you prepared toleave. Before you could, though, he caught you by the arm.

“Do you want to sit with us?” He asked, gesturing tohis usual table. Everyone sitting there smiled warmly at you, bar a blackhaired girl you recognized as Emily, who was eyeing you suspiciously. “Don’tworry about Emily. She doesn’t bite… for the most part.”

“Well…” you said as you looked back to your own, emptylunch table. “Why not?”

“That’s the spirit.”