i like you know mike

I hope no one’s done this yet! @softozier wrote a post saying that Stan would run an Animal Crossing blog and I HAD to write some HCs.

- Stan’s ACNL town would be so impeccably organized and themed beautifully. Anytime he’d post screenshots of it with his dream town they got SO many notes and people asking how he got his town like that.

- His town is blue and white theme with beautiful paths. All of his villagers are blue and white too.

- He spent soooo much time trading his starting villagers with other people on tumblr to get the villagers he wanted. 

- He’d also use duplication cheats and time traveling cheats to get so much money and would also clone his rare items for trading as well.

- He’d reset his town 40 times in a row until he got a town with a good layout, good placement of the river, had pears as the town fruit, had a blue train station roof and town hall, etc. He doesn’t even get mad while doing it because it’s fucking important to him.

- He focuses much more on making his town stunning instead of building good relationships with his villagers tbh. He loves them, but that comes second. Making them ping him for new Public Works Projects takes the first spot.

- He’d be the person to leave gold paper wrapped gifts of bubble blowers and pinwheels at his tree for his tumblr friends/followers to take when they visit his dream town

- His blog becomes so popular in the ACNL fandom people beg him to add them and come to their game’s dream town

- He never EVER allows Richie to visit his town because he runs through all his flowers and digs holes everywhere and chops down trees. He quickly learned his lesson, but anytime that happened he’d just shut his game off and prevent it from saving even if he’d played for hours before Richie came. Not worth redoing all of that.

- His fossils, fish, and insects get completely filled out within the first year of him playing. He’s super committed to getting all of them.

- If Ben ever visits his town, he waters all of Stan’s flowers.

- His house is also fully upgraded and HUGE with lots of rare sets of furniture.

- Bev designs a lot of cute clothes at the Able Sister’s shop, some especially for each Loser, and Stan always has the design she made for her displayed in his “Fashion Room”

- Sometimes when they hang out they’ll all just go to each others towns, go to the island together to play minigames, fish and catch insects, etc. 

- Stan has, BY FAR, the most beautiful town but Mike’s and Bev’s are nice too.

- Stan freaks out if he misses going on the game even for a day because he thinks all his precious flowers will wilt and die if they’re not watered.

Please feel free to add!! 

Buster and Nancy stop to chat while Mike is left to suffer and Eddie just enjoys his time @owivizzle

On a nice Summer day in Hawkins, the kids decided to go to the zoo. While Dustin and Max were feeding the ducks that wandered around the picnic area, and Lucas and Will were glancing over the map to plan their next route, Mike and El strolled over to the Otter exhibit. “Mike, look, they’re holding hands!” El exclaimed as she noticed the small furry animals floating around in the water. As she leaned over the railing trying to get a closer look, Mike read over one of the signs that displayed a bunch of fun facts about the animal. “Apparently they hold hands, um paws, so that they won’t float away from each other. They also hold paws while sleeping.” As Mike walked over by El’s side to see if he could notice any more otters, El gently reached for his hand, Mike took it without hesitation and El beamed at him. “So we don’t drift away from each other,” she said. They didn’t let go for the rest of the day, and even as they slept during the car ride home, their hands remained together. 

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|| 3x01 // 6x11 

In A House Without Doors

Hello! This was written for @elevenknope who came up with the idea, and @itcouldbendoritcouldbreak and @1980s-jean-ralphio who both came up with the idea of El’s room and Mike not wanting to leave Will’s side. I hope you guys like it! Thank you for letting me use your brilliant minds! Enjoy!


Hawkins National Laboratory was too sterile for its own good.

The cloying scent of antiseptic and overpowering blast from the air conditioner were more than enough to set Mike’s teeth on edge as he sat at Will’s bedside. It was cold. There was a blanket across his lap that was far too thin and his sweater did little to keep out the chill. Idly, he wondered why all medical facilities found it necessary to freeze their occupants to death. Did they think it was funny? Were they trying to grab more patients by inducing hypothermia? It seemed like such an unwarranted use of funding that could have easily gone towards providing more comfortable furniture. His chair, for instance, was a rickety old thing, cushioned only by cheap styrofoam covered in plastic, and his butt ached from the stiffness. He’d long stopped being able to process anything from his fingers.

But that part wasn’t from the chill.

Will’s grip was vice-like - a trembling, desperate attempt to keep hold of something, and Mike wasn’t about to tell him to let go. If anything, he held on just as eagerly, hoping to transfer what little body heat he could manage to his friend in an effort to induce some type of coloring other than chalk. Will was nothing more than a still-breathing corpse. 

They were alone.

For the first time in what felt like years, the room was devoid of other people. It was almost a relief to be free of the questions and the shouting and the nonstop conversations he wasn’t allowed to have a voice in, but with that loss came the all-too unsettling void of sound only broken by the beeping of Will’s heart monitor. Mike would have been tempted to turn it off if doing so wouldn’t bring a stampede of people back into the room.

He’d much rather be alone with Will than surrounded by adults who couldn’t understand that the more incomprehensible words tossed into the aether the more terrified Will got. Mike wasn’t about to put his friend through that. He already had enough shit on his plate.

“Mike?” Will’s rasping call snapped his attention away from his discomfort and back into the real world.

Condensation had gathered along the inside of Will’s oxygen mask, and Mike struggled to smile as he leaned in. God, it was so hard to hear him. “Yeah, Will? I’m still here.”

Will smiled - tremulous, as if he had to put in all his energy just to make the effort. “I-I know. I c-can feel your h-hand.”

“Heh, is it warm?” Under normal circumstances, Mike would have made a joke about how at least one of them could, but Will was the type of person who would instantly let go after that, and Mike knew Will needed the connection more than he needed the circulation.

The smaller boy nodded. “Y-yeah. Really w-warm.”

“Good. I’d turn off the air conditioning, but knowing me I’d probably set off some sort of alarm.” 

Will’s eyes brightened, overshadowing the fog for just a moment, and a tiny weight lifted from Mike’s chest. “Y-you would.”

“And they’d definitely throw me out after that,” he continued, hoping to keep the joke alive.

“Can’t h-have that.”

“Nah,” Mike shook his head. “So holding hands is really the best we’re going to get.”

“I-I don’t m-mind. It’s nice.”

Nice. Mike had to swallow back bile. He could see the way Will’s body quivered under the blanket. His friend was in agony. It wasn’t hard to notice, and the doctors (the horrible, evil doctors who didn’t have an ounce of compassion anywhere in their horrible, evil bodies) refused to give him anything for the pain, citing they didn’t know what type of effect the medicine would have on him.

Bullshit, Mike hissed in the back of mind. They just wanted to study him. They didn’t want Will to get better because if Will got better they would have to let him leave, and if Mike knew anything it was that the scientists of Hawkins Lab never let anyone of interest leave. No, they locked them away and kept them separated from their friends and family and any inch of happiness and - no. Stop.

It wouldn’t happen. Not to Will. He’d never let it happen to anyone else. Will wouldn’t be like-

“Mike?” Will shook his hand weakly. “A-are you okay?”

Shit, he really had to work on controlling himself better. He tossed Will another smile, hoping it looked real. “Yeah, I’m okay. How ‘bout you?”

Will shrugged one shoulder. The sleeve of his hospital gown pulled awkwardly to reveal a bony shoulder. “O-okay,” but his body must have chosen that moment to remind him that he was anything but because his face contorted in obvious pain and he sucked in a whistle of air through his teeth.

His grip tightened.

“Will?” Mike half-stood from his chair. He was ready to sprint across the hall and grab a doctor if need be, no matter how convinced he was of their malicious intentions. 

An eternity of harsh breathing passed before Will finally shook his head and relaxed his hold. “I-I’m alright. Really,” he added upon seeing Mike’s disbelief.

“You’re not alright, Will.” As if that wasn’t evident enough by the oxygen mask, hospital gown, and current location.

God, Mike wanted to get out of here. 

This place just…he shivered. Chills ran down his spine.

“H-hey, Mike?”

“Yeah?”

“Ca-can you t-tell me something funny?”

Mike could feel the way his brow furrowed in confusion. Funny? It was hard to think of anything funny right now. Granted, that was probably why Will wanted it; anything to take his mind off the pain if only for a second.

But what could possibly be funny at a time like this?

He looked around the room. All fresh white paint and bright lights and beeping machines. Everything was new, as if the old was something to be washed away. It was hardly the most delightful atmosphere. The air was stale with the scent of illness and the video camera hanging from the ceiling didn’t so much as make the room feel secure as it did a cage at the zoo. For all Mike knew, there were a dozen Hawkin’s scientists on the other side of that camera just watching them, recording everything they said and did for future analysis.

For perhaps the first time, Mike understood what it meant to be completely on display. Enough so, at least, that a little girl felt perfectly okay with undressing in front of a total stranger.

He ground the thought to a halt with enough speed to leave skid marks.

Nope. Not going there again.

It wasn’t funny.

But what to say? Will needed this. He couldn’t leave him hanging, but this place just seemed to sap happiness right out of the air as if it were a vacuum of depression. No wonder El had been so-

Shut. Up.

But the thought wouldn’t leave. El not understanding privacy. El not knowing what a friend was. El’s fear of adults. El not knowing how to tell time or articulate or even speak to them about what hell she had gone through.

El smiling.

Her tiny, tinny laugh as he made her swing back on the La-Z-Boy in the middle of his empty living room. The way her eyes glazed over with unfamiliar happiness as he said goodnight to her. Heck, even her complete lack of enthusiasm for his Yoda impersonation was endearing in hindsight.

A light went on in his head.

“I once did my Yoda impression for El before we, you know, knew. She, ah, wasn’t impressed.” Was that funny? He hoped it was funny. He hadn’t done humor in what felt like years.

The snort that erupted from under Will’s mask was enough to send Mike’s heart soaring. “I w-wonder why,” his best friend teased, and Mike rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

“I didn’t know, okay?”

Will raised a delicate eyebrow. “You h-had a real J-Jedi living in your house and you did y-your Yoda impr-pression?”

“What part of ‘I didn’t know,’ aren’t you getting?” Mike glared, but it was the teasing sort that had his friend not even bothering to hide his grin.

Not that it would have mattered. It was hard to see Will’s mouth behind the fog gathered along his mask anyway.

Once again, this place sucked the joy out of everything.

Will must have sensed it because he was suddenly silent, sunken eyes focused on Mike as if trying to find something buried there. His fingers - so cold, so skeletal - squeezed around Mike’s warmer ones.

Mike almost couldn’t feel it and it wasn’t because his fingers were numb.

Will was getting weaker.

It was a shattering realization. His breath was stolen from his lungs as if ripped out by some otherworldly force and Mike had to physically restrain himself from bolting out of the room. He was selfish. So, so selfish, he thought, as he held on just that much tighter, gluing his hand to Will’s so that the doctors here would have to use a crowbar or some sort of strong acid to make him let go. Anything to keep himself anchored to this room. How could he think to run? How could he possibly contemplate leaving Will here at the mercy of people who only saw him as a walking cadaver and not a living child? He bowed his head to keep himself from throwing up.

Oh God, he really might vomit.

“Mike?” But the voice wasn’t Will’s. Will was as quiet as the corpse that had been dragged out the quarry all those lifetimes ago. No, this voice was softer, higher pitched even though Will was the only one of their friends who’d yet to reach puberty.

It was fleeting, too. Incomprehensible, like a whisper that had traveled too long in the breeze.

Or, more to the point, a ghost left haunting the halls.

He could see her, curled up in the corner like some sort of phantom. Dressed in a hospital gown to match Will’s, she had never looked smaller. Her smell, usually maple syrup, had been replaced by rubber and metal and nothing, and the warmth Mike had always associated her with now surrounded him only with the bone-aching chill of absence.

She was everywhere. Her feel, her smell, her image. She was imprinted into this place as much as any tile or brick - as much a part of the building as an inanimate object. Because that’s all she’d ever been here: an object.

One who could do extraordinary things. One who could help them win a war. One who could move things with her mind and tear holes between worlds. She was an object, an experiment, a nameless subject. 

But never, ever a child.

She screamed. It bounced off the walls and traveled through the halls in an unearthly wail that only served to rip his heart from his chest. He bit his lip so hard it was a wonder it didn’t bleed and Mike belatedly wondered how Will couldn’t hear it. She was so loud; how could everyone else be so deaf?

And then she was gone.

Wait, no. She was next to him. Beside him. Across from him. She was curled up on Will’s bed, bony fingers clinging to the little stuffed lion toy Jonathan had grabbed in his rush for something to help his brother. They were sharing it - two messed up lab rats garbed under the disguise of children. 

Maybe it was the other way around.

Mike tried to shake the image away. It wasn’t real. She wasn’t here. He knew that because he knew where she was, and she had hair now, and living people didn’t leave ghosts behind.

So why wouldn’t she go away?

Why was she here - in this too small room, with its too small bed and a lion toy made for toddlers?

“Mike?” She called again, sound absorbed into the walls so that no one from the outside could ever hear her. 

Why did -

Mike stopped. He was suddenly inextricably struck by how at home she looked. She knew this room. She knew Will’s room as if it were own.

Unbidden, the thought came. This was El’s room.

The fresh paint suddenly made a terrible sort of sense.

Mike started, leaning forward towards the phantom of El, but the words died on his lips. She was gone, vanished as if she’d never been there to begin with.

This time she didn’t come back.

“Mike?” That was Will this time. His brows were scrunched along a forehead dotted with too much sweat - a feat considering how cold the room was - and he eyed his friend with open concern. “W-what’s wrong?”

Everything. Mike wanted to shout it from the rooftops. Everything was wrong.

Because how dare they? How dare they place Will in this room? A room where the men and women here only ever viewed an experiment. How dare they make El live here for so long that even alive she haunted the place?

Anger coursed through his body like an inferno, and he sent a glare to the camera that would have melted the skin off a Demogorgon. He hoped someone was watching. He hoped they knew exactly what they’d done.

He hoped they regretted it with every fiber of their being.

It’s your fault, it’s your fault, it’s your fault, he repeated in his head, even as he calmed his expression so as not to worry Will. “Sorry, just tired,” he reassured, and it wasn’t even a total lie. He was tired, but he was tired and terrified and so goddamn angry that it hurt to breathe.

But Will didn’t need to know that. It wasn’t Will’s fault. It was this place. It was the people in this place - the people who came here every day and thought it was okay to experiment on children like something out of Nazi Germany. It was all their fault. It was their fault El had been used. It was their fault the gate had been opened. It was their fault Will was suffering. It was their fault El had been forced to sacrifice herself to a literal monster.

It was all their fault. And they thought it was okay to place Will in this room where only an experiment had ever lived.

Mike seethed.

Eleven had been a test subject. Test subject number eleven. What did Will’s chart say? Was it twelve? Thirteen? Fourteen? Was it higher or lower? Or maybe because he was so different they’d moved onto using Greek. Test subject alpha. Test subject beta.

He slid his eyes surreptitiously to Will’s uncovered forearm.

Still unmarked.

Good. It had better stay that way.

El haunted these halls. He didn’t know the specifics of what had been done to her, but then he didn’t need to. This room told him enough. She had been an experiment, and as Mike held tighter to Will’s trembling hand he made himself a promise.

No matter what happened, no matter how much he was threatened or coerced or pushed, he would not leave. He wouldn’t so much as budge.

El had never had anyone to help her, but Will Byers did.

Mike would make sure of that. 

youtube

Here’s a video of Mike Faist and Tommy  Bracco performing “You Can’t Stop the Beat” from Hairspray at my local mall ‘cuz I know you guys like that shit. 

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Losers as alcohol drinks

(yes i remember what they’ve been drinking in the library but it’s not what they would drink, it’s what they represent. kind of?)

Bill: scotch

Bev: red wine

Mike: lager

Stan: ginger grog

Ben: dandelion wine 

Richie: Flaming Mouthwash shots 

Eddie: cough syrup

So Many Reasons (Mike Faist X Reader)

WC: 2601

Warnings: Swearing, friendly banter, fluff!!

Summary: An early morning interview may reveal some things Y/N would rather have stayed hidden

Tagged: @lildipstick  @bellasabb

A/N: This was requested by an anon, so I hope you enjoy!!

“Hello everyone, and welcome to the Today Show. This morning we have with us the stars of the hit Broadway musical Dear Evan Hansen! Laura Dreyfuss, Ben Platt, Will Roland and Y/N Y/L/N! Welcome you guys!” The interviewer said, her voice unnaturally peppy for 6 in the morning.

“It’s a pleasure to be here.” Ben said, smiling brightly at the interviewer. I yawned slightly but quickly covered my mouth. Unfortunately Will noticed, and let out a chuckle.

“Sorry. I’m still getting used to the lack of sleep. Normally I sleep in till at least 10.” I said and everyone laughed, including the interviewer. “It’s all good Y/N. So, what’s it like being in such an emotionally demanding show?” The interviewer asked.

The question was open ended, but she looked more at Ben as she said it. “Well, it’s definitely tough, but I’ve been playing Evan for 3 and a half years, so it becomes less of a chore over time.” Ben said, the interviewer nodding.

“Now, Laura, your character Zoe is very closely intertwined with Evan. What’s it like playing that chemistry onstage with Ben?” She asked Laura and I bit back a laugh.

I know how much Laura hates getting asked questions that paint Zoe as ‘Evan’s love interest’. I glanced over at Will whose eyebrows were arched, a smirk on his face.

“Well, Ben is a wonderful human being, so I guess the chemistry just comes naturally. The whole cast and crew are super close both on and off stage, so my relationship with Ben’s, and everyone else’s, character is incredibly natural.” Laura answered, fiddling slightly with her dress.

“Speaking of relationships.” I groaned internally and shifted slightly in my seat. “Who do you reckon has the closest friendship in the cast?” The interviewer asked, and I didn’t notice the smirks appear on my cast mates faces.

“Definitely Mike Faist and this one. They’re very close.” Will said, wiggling his eyebrows slightly and jabbing a thumb in my direction. “Really?” The interviewer asked, and I fought the urge to bury my head in my hands.

“Oh yeah. They’re practically inseparable.” Ben added, smirking at me.
“I think I have a photo on my phone of Y/N and Mike dressed in the other person’s costume.” Laura said and I audibly groaned, my cheeks flushed.

“It’s too early in the morning for all this bullying.” I responded, slouching slightly in my seat. The interviewer chuckled at the interaction between us, looking at me with sympathy.

“So, Y/N, it’s pretty much unanimous that you and Mike are the closest out of the bunch. Is there anything you’d like to add?” The interviewer asked, her eyebrows arched high.

“Well, uh, Mike and I are definitely close friends. We’ve known each other since Mike was in Newsies, and it’s definitely great to be able to work with him on something major.” I said, shifting slightly in my seat.

“Alright then. Well, that’s about all the time we have. Check out Dear Evan Hansen at the Music Box theatre. Please thank Ben, Will, Y/N and Laura!” The interviewer said and we all waved at the camera.

“Thank you so much for coming, you guys.” She said, shaking our hands. “You’re very welcome.” Will said, smiling at her. “Best of luck with the show.” The interviewer said as we left the building.

“I hope the bus you threw me under swerves and hits y'all.” I said as soon as we were out of the studio. Will laughed and threw an arm over my shoulders. “It had to be said. You and Mike are tighter than tight.” Will replied, smirking set me.

“Hey, what do you reckon their ship name would be? Because we all know you two are going to end up dating.” Laura said and I groaned, whacking her on the shoulder.

“Hmm… I’ll have to think about that.” Ben said, stroking his chin in a pose of thought. “I hate all of you. I hope you burn in hell.” I retorted, shoving Will’s arm off my shoulders.

“No need to be so touchy. We were just saying, you and Mike would be absolutely adorable together.” Will said and I rolled my eyes, storming into the theatre.

“Hey! How was the interview?” I heard a voice ask and I looked up to see Mike, smiling gently at me. “It was alright. Did you watch it?” I asked, awkwardly tugging on my coat.

“Nah.” Mike said causally, tucking his hair behind his ears. “Good.” I muttered, writing my name on the sign in sheet. “You ready for another two show Sunday?” Mike asked, walking up the stairs with me to my dressing room.

“Christ, I need a nap.” I muttered and Mike laughed, ruffling my hair. “I know how much you love the couch in my dressing room. You can crash there for your nap.” Mike said and I felt my cheeks heat up.

“Thanks Mike.” I said, stifling a yawn. “It’s all good Y/N.” Mike said softly as he opened the door to his dressing room.

I lied down on the couch, smiling weakly at Mike as I curled up. “You can stay here if you want.” I murmured, watching Mike turn around with half-lidded eyes. “Oh, uh, sure.” He said, sitting down near where my head rested.

I shuffled up and bravely placed my head in his lap, hearing Mike’s breath hitch. He let out a sigh and placed his hands on my head, playing with my hair gently.

I exhaled, feeling myself slowly drift off to sleep, Mike still toying with my hair. “Thanks.” I muttered, my lips turned up in a slight smile. “You’re very welcome, Y/N.” Mike said, his voice fading as I fell asleep.


I opened my eyes slowly, yawning as I stirred. “Good morning sleeping beauty.” Mike said, smiling down at me. I groaned and sat up, running a hand through my hair.

“Hey. What’s the time?” I asked groggily, fighting back a yawn. Mike chuckled and pulled out his phone, unlocking it. “It’s 9:15. You had a decent nap, Y/L/N.” Mike said and I rolled my eyes, flipping him off.

Mike placed a hand on his chest in mock offence, and I laughed softly. “Hey, Y/N?” Mike said and I hummed in response, noticing how close Mike and I were sitting.

“Have a look at this.” He said, passing me his phone. On the screen was a tweet from Will that contained a photo of me asleep on Mike’s lap with a caption that made my cheeks go red.

“In the wise word of Lin-Manuel Miranda, fire up your slash fics in your Internet.” I read, internally cursing Will Roland. “Yeah. Will has always had a… questionable sense of humour.” Mike said awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck.

“Yeah. It was just a joke.” I muttered, suddenly feeling very deflated. “I should probably get into my dressing room, and, uh, start warming up.” I said, standing up abruptly.

Mike looked at me curiously and went to protest, but I was out the door before he could say something. I threw my dressing room door opening, slamming it behind me.

I locked it and sighed, sitting down and putting my head in my hands. I felt my heart shatter when Mike suggested that the thought of us being together was nothing more than one of Will’s jokes.

I felt the tears escape my eyes and flow down my cheeks, dropping onto my clothes. I had tried to so hard to push down my feelings for Mike, to ignore the fact that he probably had his eyes on someone other than me.

I took in a deep breath, realising that there was no point in crying over someone I spent practically all my time with. I’d have to settle for being friends and nothing more.

My heart ached at the thought, but I decided to stop thinking with my heart. That had gotten me in some serious trouble before, and I wouldn’t have it happening again.

I got off the floor, wiping the stray tears off my face. I had never been more grateful for the lack of interaction between Connor and Alana until today. I saw that it was now 9:30, and we still had an hour or so before rehearsals for the matinee.

“I’m going to go grab something for morning tea. You’re welcome to join me if you want.” I called, opening the door of my dressing room. “Hold on Y/N. I’ll be there in a second.” Jennifer called and a smile settled on my face.

“Awesome.” I muttered, glancing in the mirror to make sure it wasn’t obvious that I had been crying. “Good morning Y/N. You ready to go?” Jennifer asked and I nodded, smiling brightly at her.

We walked out of the theatre and strolled down the street, taking in the sights and sounds of the theatre district. “So, how had your morning been?” Jennifer asked cheerfully, her red hair bouncing as she walked.

“It’s been horrendous, Jen.” I said and she gave me a sympathetic smile. “I had to get up at 5:30 for the Today Show, and if you watched the interview you’ll understand why that was a disaster.” I said and Jen grimaced slightly.

“I did see that. It’s like everyone except Mike knows how you feel.” Jennifer said and I nodded, exhaling defeatedly. “Then I took a nap with Mike. I fell asleep on the couch in his dressing room.” I said, noticing Jennifer’s eyebrows raise slightly.

“Will took a photo of the two of us and posted it on Twitter with a caption pretty much saying we should date, and Mike’s response was that it was just one of Will’s jokes.” I said and Jennifer let out a quiet gasp, wrapping me in a tight hug.

“Oh sweetie. You know Mike, and you know how he tends to say things without thinking.” Jennifer said and I sighed, squeezing her torso.

“It’s just, it really hurt because we’ve been friends for so long, and I’m an expert on repressing my feelings.” I said and Jennifer frowned, pushing me away slightly.

“Y/N, you don’t play someone’s mother without getting to know them very well. Mike doesn’t know how to deal with his feelings, especially when they’re romantic.” Jennifer said and I frowned, feeling rather confused.

“Wait. What do you mean, romantic?” I said, noticing that we had approached the bakery. “Y/N, Mike has pretty strong feelings for you. Clearly the two of you are both terrible talking about your feelings.” Jennifer said and my eyes widened, shock etched into my features.

“Holy shit.” I whispered, earning a chuckle from Jennifer. “Exactly. You should really talk to Mike after the show. Or before, I don’t care. Just talk to him. Things can’t be solved without communication.” Jennifer said and I nodded, taking in a deep breath.


“Thanks Jen. I definitely need a brownie right about now.” I said and she chuckled, walking into the bakery. We ordered a brownie each, plus a box of them for the rest of the people back at the theatre.

“Wait. Mike doesn’t like brownies. He prefers cookies.” I said, and Jennifer smirked at me as I ordered a double choc chip cookie. “Let’s go Y/N.” Jennifer said, patting me on the shoulder.

We made the short walk back to the theatre, carrying our morning tea. “We’ve got brownies!” Jennifer announced, and she was met with cheers from the cast and crew.

Jennifer put the box of brownies down on a table, and although most of the cast swarmed the box, I noticed that there was someone missing.

“Hey. I’m going to go see Mike.” I said to Jennifer and she nodded, patting me on the shoulder. “Good luck.” She whispered, giving me a thumbs up as I left. I made my way through the hallways, stopping just outside Mike’s dressing room.

I knocked tentatively on the door, hoping for a response. “Come in.” Mike called, and I took in a deep breath. “Hey. The rest of them are out there destroying the box of brownies.” I said and Mike let out a breathy laugh.

“I figured. Jennifer’s voice travels pretty far.” Mike replied, his hair pulled back in a loose bun. “I, uh, I know you don’t like brownies, so I got you this.” I said, passing him the bag that contained the cookie.

His face lit up as he took the bag, taking the cookie out. “You got my favourite flavour!” Mike said excitedly, taking a bite from the biscuit. “Of course I did.” I muttered, looking at the ground.

“Thank you Y/N.” Mike said, cookie crumbs around his mouth. “It’s no problem.” I said and an awkward silence settled over the room. “About, uh, what happened before.” I said Mike’s smile disappeared almost instantly.

“Y/N.” Mike said but I cut him off. “I just wanted to say that, um, what you said really hurt me.” I said and Mike’s face fell. “It’s because, uh, well, I kind of.”

During my rambling I didn’t notice Mike stand up and walk over to me, but I did feel him place his lips on mine, cutting me off instantly. My eyes widened, but I quickly closed them, melting into the kiss.


His lips tasted sugary, and fit perfectly against mine. His hands held my face gently, as if too much pressure would cause me to break. I snaked my arms around his waist, pulling him flush against my chest.

I broke away from the kiss, leaning my forehead against his as I tried to catch my breath. “I am very sorry about what I said Y/N. I kind of went after you when you stormed off, but I left when I heard you crying.” Mike muttered, his hot breath fanning my face.

He took his hands off my face and held my shoulders gently, his taller build making this an easy feat. “I love you Y/N, but I kinda struggle with talking about my feelings.” Mike said and I felt my breath hitch in my throat, a smile blooming on my face.

“Jen did say that.” I said and Mike chuckled, pulling me into a hug. He kissed my forehead softly and I closed my eyes, leaning into Mike’s chest. “I told you to talk to him, did I not?” I heard a voice say and Mike chuckled, the vibrations soothing somehow.

“Hi Jen.” Mike said sheepishly, and I retracted my arms from around his waist. “Looks like you two finally sorted things out.” Jennifer said, a smug look on her face.

“There wasn’t really a lot of talking. More like me stammering like an awkward mess and him kissing me.” I said and Jennifer chuckled, Mike’s cheeks flushing at my words.

“Either way, it worked. Congrats you two. It was only a matter of time.” Jen said, winking at us as she walked away. Mike let out a sigh and slipped his hand into mine, smiling bashfully at me.

“I love you Mike.” I murmured, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I love you too.”  He replied, squeezing my hand. “You’re so warm.” I murmured, earning a hearty laugh from Mike.

“I hope that’s not all you love me for. My warmth.” He said and I shook my head, pecking his lips briefly. “There are so many reason why I love you, Mike Faist. That’s just one of them.”

So this is a thing…..

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The Harvey Specter way. (Mike’s way)

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“C A S U A L”

what started from a sketch of Mike for forcenturies, end up becoming an entire sketch dump of all the hunks from Until Dawn in “casual” wear.
(transparent for y’all blogs)

MY SISTER JUST SURPRISED ME WITH GREAT COMET TICKETS AND I ALSO SAW THE BACK OF MIKE FAISTS HEAD AS HE WALKED INTO THE MUSIC BOX AND I WAS WITHIN 10 FEET OF WILL ROLAND FOR LIKE TWO MINUTES AND DIDNT GET THE COURAGE TO GO UP TO HIM SO NOW I REGRET THAT AND HATE MYSELF BUT IM HAVING A WILD DAY

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anon: Why do you hate Serinda Swan?