mike knows my heart so whatever


(also on ao3)


It’s the third time the lady behind him has tutted in just as many minutes, and Levi is on his last thread of self control. He turns to her slowly.

“There’s no changing table in the men’s,” he grinds out.

She hums at him in distaste and Levi turns back around, his grip on Eren tightening a little.

It’s not like he wants to go in there. Listening to people pee as he changes a shitty diaper is not exactly his idea of a good time. Besides, public restrooms are gross, and the changing tables in them, he’s found, are not any better off.

He’s changed Eren on the sink before because the table was so disgusting. He got disapproving looks then, too, but they were as unwarranted as the ones he was getting from this lady. It’s not like anyone was eating off of the sink - some of the fuckers that gave him the stink eye didn’t even wash their damn hands - and he was closer to hot water and soap to clean up that way.

The woman sighs deeply and tuts again, and Levi is this close to decking her when someone else clears their throat and a deeper voice says

“Excuse me.”

Levi turns his head and looks up at a tall, blond man.

“Hello. I’m sorry for coming up to you out of the blue, but I couldn’t help but notice you are having some trouble,” he says, eyes flicking furtively to the lady behind Levi. “Might I offer you the use of our changing table?”

He gestures over to another, taller blond man who cradles a baby in one arm and lifts what looks like a laptop carrying bag towards Levi.

“That’s…a changing table?”

“It folds out.”

“I didn’t know they made those,” Levi says as he follows the man.

Levi is woefully unprepared for taking care of a kid. He’s just been using - and rebuying once he runs out - whatever Izzy and Farlan had.

“My name’s Erwin,” the man says once they’ve joined the other. “This is my partner, Mike, and this little fellow is our son, Armin.”

Armin makes a noise that is a cross between a sneeze and a hiccup, and Levi’s heart twinges because that is damn near the most painfully cute thing he’s ever heard. The most endearing thing Eren has done so far is a fart that sounded like a whistle.

“He says hi,” Mike translates and Levi’s mouth twitches briefly into a smile.

They go into the men’s bathroom, Levi giving the woman still waiting in line a surreptitious middle finger as they do, and Erwin unfolds the contraption - which is clean, thank fuck - on the far end of the sink.

“Need me one of these,” Levi marvels.

“Yes, they’re very handy.”

He takes a step back when he’s done and Levi comes forward.

“What’s his name?” Erwin asks as Levi begins to change Eren’s diaper.


“He must look a great deal like his mother.”

“Sort of,” Levi answers. “He’s kind of a combination, really.”

Erwin and Mike tilt their heads in consideration.

“I’m not the dad,” Levi says.

“Ah,” they both breathe.

“Are you babysitting?” Erwin asks.

“For another seventeen and a half years, yeah.”

“Oh…I’m so sorry.”

Levi shrugs. “I was planning on being the cool uncle, but I guess that went up in smoke.”

It’s a joke that’s in poor taste, but that’s how Levi deals with it. It’s a trait that’s pretty off putting, and probably why he doesn’t have any friends. He imagines these two are regretting helping him now, and will take their leave as quickly as they can.

“You’ll just have to practice your dad jokes instead,” Erwin says.

Levi looks up at him in surprise. “…I guess so.”

Levi’s done changing Eren at this point, so he lifts him in order for Erwin to take away and refold the changing table, and then puts Eren’s blanket down so he can begin wrapping Eren’s squirmy little ass back up. He starts by lifting the left end of the blanket, pauses, rethinks it, lifts the right end, and pauses again.

“Hey,” Mike says, “give me your phone.”

Levi raises an eyebrow at him.

“No offense, but you look like you don’t know what you’re doing.”


“What? Like you don’t agree.”

“You could have said it more kindly.”

“It’s fine. I am clueless.”

Mike gives Erwin a triumphant smile and takes the phone that Levi hands him, tapping a number in quickly before handing it back.

“So, you want a demonstration?” Mike asks then, nodding at Eren.

“Yes or I’ll be here all day,” Levi sighs.

Mike hands Armin off to Erwin and stands next to Levi.

“The key is to pretend you’re making a burrito. You don’t want the good bits spilling out.”

Levi snorts and Erwin sighs.

“What have I told you about comparing children to food?”

“That I need to stop because it makes you weirdly and unexplainably hungry?”

Levi snorts again. “You guys are nuts.”

“Don’t mention those or he’ll want pad thai.”

“They do have a Thai restaurant in the food court…” Erwin muses.

“Told you.”

“Give me more baby tips and it’s my treat,” Levi says. These guys are nuts, but knowledgeable. Mike already has Eren swaddled, and Levi swears it was by magic.

“Come,” Erwin says, hand on Levi’s shoulder, “we have much to discuss.”

You Don't Say (Mike Faist X Reader)

WC: 2227

Warnings: Kinda angst, fluff, Will Roland sorta plays Cupid

Summary: An innocent lunch meet up between Will and Y/N sends a lovestruck Mike into a mildly jealous fury.

Tags: @lildipstick @bellasabb

A/N: This was requested by an anon who wanted Mike and the reader crushing on each other and being super oblivious, and Mike flipping out when another guy hits on her. This is a little different, but I hope you enjoy it none the less.

“Yo! Y/L/N!” Mike called as he walked into my dressing room, earning a glare from me. “Someone’s excited.” Mike muttered and I rolled my eyes, walking up to him and takin a cup from the tray he carried.

“Why does mine have a heart on it?” I questioned, looking intently at the paper cup. “I got it requested, just for you.” Mike said, winking at me.

I shook my head gently, taking a sip from the coffee. “You’re such a nerd.” I muttered and Mike smiled brightly. “You know you love it.” He said, smirking at me.

“Whatever.” I said, smiling at Mike from behind my cup. “So, I have a proposition for you, Y/N/N.” Mike said and I put my cup down, glaring at him.
“I thought I told you not to call me that, Michael.” I said and Mike rolled his eyes.

“Anyway, I was wondering if you wanted to come out with me after tonight’s show? I know a great little bar just down the road from here.” Mike said, draping himself across my couch.

“Why the hell not? I enjoy your company, Faist.” I said and Mike smiled, pulling me into a quick hug. “Awesome. Come find me after the show, Y/L/N.” Mike said, winking at me as he left my dressing room.

“Love you Y/N!” Mike called out as he walked down the hall, and I felt a heat rise in my cheeks. “Right back at ya Mike!” I shouted, sticking my head out of my dressing room door.

“Ugh, get a room you two.” Olivia said as she walked past and I scowled at her. “Shut up Liv.” I said, and she laughed to herself. “I’m serious. You two are so in love with each other.” Olivia retorted, and I felt my cheeks flush pink.

Olivia gasped dramatically and poked my cheek. “She’s blushing, ladies and gentlemen. That can only mean one thing! She’s in love!” Olivia said, in a very over the top commentator voice.

“Sometimes I question why we’re friends, Puckett.” I said and Olivia pouted, looking up at me with puppy dog eyes. “Whatever. Seeing as I’m going on for Kris, you’ll go on for Laura. You cool with that?” Liv said and I nodded, tucking my hair behind my ear.

“Awesome. I’ll leave you alone, but a word of advice. Ask Mike out. The boy adores you, Y/N.” Liv said and I felt my cheeks burn as I shoved her out of my dressing room.

My phone buzzed and I picked it up, chuckling at the message that illuminated my phone screen.

From: Mikey 😉

Hey Y/L/N. Meet me outside my dressing room at 9:45. We can head off from there. Also, don’t pull an MLB and wear your mic belt out.

I shook my head, remembering when Michael had left home with his mic belt still on. “Y/N! Hey girl!” Will called and I rolled my eyes, gesturing for him to come in.

“What do you want, Roland?” I said and Will fake pouted. “I’m truly hurt, Y/N. Anyway, I was wondering if you, uh, maybe wanted to go grab something to eat?” Will asked, rocking back and forth on his heels.

“Sure. Is anyone else coming?” I asked and Will tentatively shook his head. I felt my cheeks heat up a little but I smiled at him. “I’d love to. You got anywhere in mind?” I asked, standing up from my couch.

“I know this little deli that makes a mean Rueben.” Will said and I chuckled, grabbing my jacket and closing my dressing room door behind me.

“You know I love a good Rueben.” I said and Will laughed, shoving his hands in his jacket pockets. “So, I heard that you’re going on for Laura tonight. You nervous?” Will said, and I smiled to myself.

“A little. I’ve always gone on for Kris, so I’m comfortable as Alana. Also, I’ve got plenty of scenes with you when I’m playing Alana, which just makes my night.” I said and Will’s cheeks flushed pink at my comment.

“Thanks.” Will said, giving me a half smile. I returned it and walked a little closer to him, the early October winds crisp. “You cold?” Will asked and I nodded, shivering a little.

“Here. Take this.” Will said, taking off his scarf and handing it to me. “I don’t want you getting cold.” I said, shoving the scarf back in Will’s direction. “Just wear it Y/N.” Will said, a determined look on his face.
“Ok, ok.” I muttered, draping the scarf around my shoulders. It did warm me up, and it smelled like Will. I paused, my eyes widening as I began to process what was happening.

Taking me to this obscure little deli for my favourite sandwich, giving me his scarf, the constant blush on his face. Oh my god, this is a date. At least, he thinks it is.

“Here we are!” Will’s voice interrupted my thoughts, and I mustered up a smile as we walked through the door. The deli was small and homey, in a way, and the decor made it look like something straight out of the 50’s.

“You really do know how to choose a restaurant, Roland.” I said, shrugging off my coat and Will’s scarf and draping them over the back of a chair.

“Thanks. I’ve been in here a few times before, and I thought you’d like it.” Will said and I nodded, smiling widely at him. “I take it you’ll want a Rueben.” Will said, looking at me with a smirk.

“You know me too well. Also, you’ve kinda talked up this deli, so.” I said and Will laughed, his glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose. “I guess so.” Will flagged down a waiter and ordered two Reuben sandwiches, a caramel latte and a hot chocolate.

“Hey. Can I ask you something?” I said bravely and Will nodded, resting an elbow on the table. “Is this, uh, is this a date?” I asked, stammering slightly. Will’s eyes widened and I suddenly felt very nervous.

“You thought this was a date?” Will said and I nodded slowly, hoping I hadn’t just ruined our friendship. “I haven’t been on many dates, but you gave me your scarf and you brought me to this out of the way place. Not to mention it’s just the two of us.” I rambled, waving my hands about awkwardly.

Will chuckled, looking at me with raised eyebrows. “I’m sorry if you thought this was a date. I just wanted to treat you to a little something before tonight’s performance. You looked a little nervous.” Will said and I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding.

“Oh thank god. I just didn’t want to jeopardise our friendship, or.” I said and Will waved his hands about, a smirk on his face. “Also, you’re so in love with Mike it isn’t funny. Oh, don’t look surprised. Everyone knows.” Will said, picking up on my shocked expression.
“Even though I’m quite annoyed right now, those sandwiches look delicious.” I said, pointing to the waiter who was carrying a tray with our food and drinks on it. We got our order, and I swear it was the best sandwich I have ever had.

“I shouldn’t have doubted you for a second. This is an incredible sandwich.” I said, my mouth half full of food. Will snorted and I glared at him. “I told you it was the best.” Will retorted, a smug look on his face.

We finished our food and paid the bill (Will paid, just to spite my whole date idea), and began the walk back to the theatre. We chatted about random things the whole way back, and before we knew it we’d arrived.

“Thanks for that. I had a great time.” I said, handing Will his scarf back. “It was no problem treating my favourite gal to something nice.” Will said and I rolled my eyes, punching his shoulder.

“Whatever Roland.” I said, pulling him into a brief hug. I suddenly heard something drop, and I broke the embrace swiftly. “You should probably check that out.” Will said, kissing my forehead briefly.

I waved goodbye before turning to see where the sound had come from. I noticed a discarded box on the floor, and picked it up to see that there was a tag with my name on it.

In that crazy, loopy handwriting I loved so much it read “To Y/N. Happy kinda debut as Zoe! Love, Mike.” I cursed internally and picked up the box, rushing to my dressing room and setting it down on my bench.

“Mike! Mike!” I called, hoping he’d respond. When I didn’t get a reply I took in a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. I went to his dressing room and knocked hesitantly on the door.

I didn’t get a reply, but I wasn’t ready to give up just yet. “Michael Faist. Open the goddamn door!” I said, banging on it with my fist.

I stepped away when I heard the doorknob creak, and took in a deep breath. “Come in.” Mike muttered, a defeated look on his face.

I walked in, the familiar room suddenly feeling alien to me. “Do you want something, Y/N? Shouldn’t you be off with Will?” Mike muttered, a dark look on his features.

“I just wanted to check in. You looked pretty upset before.” I said gently and Mike chuckled darkly, shaking his long hair out of his face.

“Well, I’m all good now, and clearly you’re perfectly fine.” Mike said and I looked at him strangely, frowning slightly. “What do you mean, Mike?” I asked and Mike shook his head.

“I’m surprised you don’t know. Why don’t you go ask Will?” Mike spat, his words full of a venom I’d never heard him use before.

“What the hell are you on about?” I said, my voice increasing in volume. “You and Will! You two are just the epitome of happiness, aren’t you?” Mike shouted, his hands flying about frantically.

“Will and I aren’t dating, Mike!” I shouted, and even though it was the truth, Mike clearly didn’t believe it.

“You can say that, but I saw you two all cozied up in the foyer. You were wearing his scarf, and you just looked… happy. A happiness I hadn’t seen before.” Mike said, his voice softening towards the end of the sentence.

“Mike, listen to me. Will and I aren’t dating. We just got lunch together, as friends. Friends do that sometimes.” I said and Mike looked at me, hope glimmering in his eyes.

A silence settled over the room, and I awkwardly shifted, fidgeting with the hem of my shirt. “Y/N.” Mike whispered, and I looked up to see him standing almost directly in front of me.

I felt my cheeks heat up and my heart started pounding, Mike’s breath fanning over my face. “Yes?” I said, my hands shaking a little. Mike didn’t respond, and I suddenly felt disappointed.

That disappointment ceased when I felt Mike’s lips on mine, a sudden feeling of euphoria washing over me. I snaked my arms around his waist, fiddling with the hem of his shirt.

Mike’s hands cupped my face, and his slightly calloused fingers caressed my cheeks. His lips were soft, and they fit against mine perfectly, like two pieces of a puzzle.

The kiss finished as soon as it had begun, and I immediately missed the feeling of Mike’s lips on mine. “I may have overreacted, in hindsight.” Mike said and I laughed softly, resting my forehead against his.

Mike’s hands left my face, and he situated them around my neck. “You don’t say.” I replied, holding Mike’s waist gently.

“Either way, I think we can safely say that you and Will aren’t dating.” Mike said and I nodded, bringing him into another kiss. Before anything could heat up, we were interrupted by applause from the doorway.

We broke apart, and I turned to see Will leaning against the doorframe, a wide smile on his face. “I heard shouting, so I thought I’d check up on you two. Clearly, I shouldn’t have worried.” Will said, gesturing to us with his hand.

“Well, I guess we kinda have you to thank for this.” I said and Will looked at me quizzically. “Mike, I have found out, is the jealous type.” I said and Mike’s cheeks went bright red as Will’s jaw dropped.

“If that’s the case, then I’ll just say you’re welcome.” Will said, winking at us. I chuckled, and I felt Mike slip his arm around my waist.

“Thanks, I guess.” Mike said and I chuckled, pecking his burning cheek. “Ok, that’s my cue to leave. See you guys later!” Will said, his voice trailing off down the hall.

“You should go.” Mike said, gesturing in the direction of my dressing room with his head. “Yeah. I’ll see you very soon.” I said, chastely pressing my lips to Mike’s.

“Bye Y/N.” Mike said, reluctantly letting go of me. I blew him a kiss as I walked away, a dumb smile plastered on my face. “Bye Mike.” I muttered to myself, feeling happier and lighter than ever before.

The Good Old Days

Lately Tumblr is reminding me waaaaaaaay too much of the early days.  I’d post something, hold my breath, and begin praying, chanting, cursing or whatever I thought might help get me that first note.  Don’t worry, I’ll be fine, but it is rather interesting sitting here with 0 hearts as my prosecuting attorney ego begins his cross examination, “So Mr Frawley, I feel as if I know you already, may I call you Mike, how long exactly have you been on Tumblr?"  I’ll take the fifth.  ;)   Sitting here reminiscing about the good old days, I have to laugh regarding followers as well.  After 100 I don’t believe I exhaled til I hit 106, and true story, at 1000 it actually dropped back to 999.  I was legally insane for about an hour.  Truthfully though I have less than nothing to complain about, life is grand and today was a very good day.  You know, we all have bad days, but sometimes when it’s not too crazy between my ears, I wonder if the problem isn’t that we’ve simply forgotten, or failed to notice just how wonderful every single moment of every single day actually is.