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Don't Know Why

Mike Schmidt x Reader

Warnings: Angsty fluff

Word count: 1,351 words

I wrote (some of) this to Don't Know Why by Norah Jones. I'll link it below so you can listen to it while you read.

Also, the situation where the reader asks someone out and is only told yes because the other person thought they were joking actually happened to me in high school. Fun, I know. Anyway, I wrote this beast of a one shot in less than three days somehow. Here you are, enjoy!

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“Hey, what’d he say? When are you two going out?” Mike asks casually, but as he walks into your living room, he finds you bawling your eyes out. He immediately makes his way over to you, a concerned expression etched onto his face. “Hey, you alright?” You sniffle, eyes bloodshot and tearstained. It’s been a rough day.

“He doesn’t love me,” you sob, tears falling from your eyes. He walks closer to you, his face tinged with sadness and pity. He understands how you feel. Probably better than anyone else. He’s been through so much heartbreak. Every girl he’s loved has turned him down. You’ve always felt bad for him, but at least you aren’t alone. “I thought he said he’d go out with you!” Mike says, clearly confused. “He said yes cause he thought I was joking,” you respond, half wailing as you do so.

“But you weren’t!” he replies frustratedly. He seems just as annoyed as you are depressed, and you can’t help but wonder why he’s so upset. Yes, he cares about you, but his discontent is more extreme than you expected it to be. Maybe you’re just overthinking. You brush off the thought and answer despite it.

“That’s what I said! He just said that he didn’t like me like that and reiterated that he thought I was kidding. I feel so stupid. How could I have ever thought he’d love me? Maybe I’m unlovable Mike.” “Hey, don’t say that, you aren’t unlovable,” he reasons. Or at least he tries. It doesn’t work.

“But there’s nothing desireable about me!” He instantly but softly replies, “There are so many good things about you.” He’s trying to reassure you, but it just angers you further.

“Oh yeah? Like what? Name three reasons anyone would love me. You won’t be able to. I kno-” But you never get a chance to finish, because Mike cuts you off. “You’re brave, smart, and kind. You always manage to make people laugh. You don’t hesitate to help someone in need. You give 110% on everything.”

You pause. How did he come up with all of those things so quickly? You immediately fire back, saying, “So? Lots of people are like that. There’s nothing about me specifically that makes me stand out.”

Mike sighs, clearly frustrated that you don’t see the good in yourself. He takes a deep breath before responding, “That’s not true.” “Yes it is! You know it!” you shoot back at him. “No I don’t. Because you’re wrong.” Why does he have to argue with you when there’s no evidence of you being wrong? Sure he wants to spare your feelings, but you wish he’d just tell you the truth.

“Ughhhh! Why do you have to lie to me? Nobody loves me Mike! No matter how great you say I am, nobody wants to be with me.” you say, growing increasingly annoyed. “I’m sure that’s not the case. Trust me, you-” Mike tries to parry the barrage of attacks you make upon yourself, but you refuse to allow him to finish speaking.

“No! I’ll never find anyone who wants me.” You know he’s trying to help, but it’s starting to irk you how insistant he’s being. “Maybe you just haven’t-” he starts, but you cut him off again. “I should just call it quits. Maybe someday it’ll change, but like I said, nobody loves me. Not now!” You’re about to break down into tears before he yells, “That’s not true!”

There’s silence for a few moments before you decide to challenge his statement. “Oh really? Name one person that has feelings for me. One.” Mike looks down at the floor, suddenly appearing anxious. “I knew it. You just have to say it cause you-” you start to raise your voice, but before you finish your sentence, he states, “Me.”

“What?” You reply, completely shocked. “You heard me,” he asserts. “You?” He nods ashamedly. “Just please...” “Yes?” you ask. “Don’t hate me.” He’s begging you, his eyes pleading for acceptance.

“Hate you? Why would I hate you?” you ask him, puzzled. “I know you don’t like me, but-” “Who said I didn’t?” He freezes, astonished by your answer. “What? But I thought you liked Aaron.” “I do, but...” you admit, hinting at something else. “But?” he presses.

You inhale deeply before continuing, “But I only went after him because I was afraid to go after you.” “Wait what? Go after me? You... like me? But... Why were you afraid?” he asks. “Cause I don’t want to lose you. And even if things worked out and you ended up liking me back and we got together, what if we broke up? Then I would lose you.” Your worries spill out before you’re able to stop them. So much for not seeming like an anxious mess.

“You’ll never lose me,” he smiles softly. You’ve never seen him open up like this. His chocolate brown eyes are sincere as always, but they don’t look nearly as tired; the dark circles under them have almost vanished.

The way he looks at you is killing you. He’s never looked at you like that before. You don’t think you’ve seen him look at anyone like that before except for Abby. He wears a tender expression, one that lights up his face. His kind eyes, his sweet smile. Every single feature of his almost angelic being is brighter, happier. Because of you.

“Mike... You’ve never looked at me like that before.” The way his eyes gaze into yours is making you melt. “I was afraid you wouldn’t want me to, but now I know that’s not true. Is it?” You look down at the floor, embarrassed. He had you there.

“It’s okay, I wasn’t trying to pick on you. I just want to be sure it’s okay to show you how I feel, that’s all.” You smile slightly and nod. “That’s fine. I’d actually rather like that.” you avow.

“Would you now?” he smirks charmingly. “Yeah, I would.” Your eyes are half lidded as you answer flirtateously. He chuckles to himself quietly and takes a few steps toward you. His face glides toward yours, but right before his lips reach your own, he brings his mouth to your ear. He stops and speaks.

“Listen, I know he hurt you, but I swear on my life, I’d never do anything to harm you. Ever. I love you.” He pulls back from your ear and back towards your face. Bringing his fingers under your chin, he tilts it upward so you’re looking right into those big brown eyes of his. And then it happens. He kisses you. Your eyes flutter shut as his lips dance across yours. He gently cups your face in his hands, and as you’re locked in this loving embrace, it’s like time is frozen. Nothing matters right now. Nothing other than Mike and how good his kiss feels.

You feel all of the tension and stress exit your body, and you know now that this is meant to be. This was all supposed to happen. Aaron’s rejection. Mike finding you crying; comforting you. Finally telling you he loves you. It all makes sense now. None of this would be happening if Aaron hadn’t hurt you in the first place. All of this is racing through your head as Mike massages your lips with his own. After a few more seconds, he pulls away.

“I know why it happened.” you mutter. “What?” “I know why he had to hurt me. If he hadn’t, none of this would have happened.” You look up at him, awaiting his answer. “But why couldn’t he have just said no? He didn’t have to be so mean about it.” He’s still a bit upset about what happened to you, not to mention confused, but as he looks back down at you, his expression is soft and soulful. “I don’t know why. All I know that I love you. And now I know that you love me. That’s all I could ever ask for,” you reply lovingly. And then your lips meet once again.

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midnightmajick · 15 days

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Miss Me?

Derek Danforth x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of drug use and sex, some angst

18+ only, Minors DNI

Word count: 1,076 words

Derek Danforth never truly let anyone know him for who he was. He put on a dominant, commanding facade, but underneath all of that, he’s just a little boy whose father left because he thought his son was a disappointment. If only his father could see him now. An unstoppable force who created his own multi-million-dollar empire. Who’s laughing now Dad? he thinks to himself.

He takes a drag from his cigarette and exhales, he’s tired and his head is pounding from the sheer amount of alcohol and weed he consumed last night. He’s half drifting off, half lost in thought when you come up behind him. He flinches. Who the fuck was behind him? He’s certain his pot was laced; he had a really bad trip last night and he’s still somewhat paranoid. You pick up on his worry, and you can’t help but feel bad for him.

“It’s just me,” you soothe. No response. Is he upset with you? “Derek?” But he still doesn’t answer you. Meanwhile, Derek is livid. As far as he can remember, he got a text from you saying you were leaving him. It was hazy, but it happened, right?

It bothered him more than it should, he didn’t usually get attached to people, and you shouldn’t be an exception. His father would say he was being pathetic, weak for missing you. And he would be right. If you leave, he can just find someone else. He doesn’t need you. Or at least he shouldn’t. But as you begin to speak, he realizes he does.

“Derek, what’s with you? You-” He immediately interrupts you, and his voice is full of malice. “You think you’ll ever find anyone like me? Who can give you what I can? Cause I’m telling you right now, you can’t. No matter what, I am the best thing that will ever happen to you. You can’t just throw me away. You’d be stupid to let go of-” But now it’s your turn to cut him off.

“What are you talking about? You’re acting like I did something, and I have no clue what the problem is. What did I do?” As soon as you finish your question, he leers at you. If looks could kill, well, you’d definitely be dead. “How do you not remember?” he growls. “Remember what?” Now you’re really confused. What the fuck was he talking about? “You said you were done with me,” he quips angrily, then snarkily retorts, “Not that it bothers me.”

“Number one, I never said that; and two, it’s clear that it does,” you respond, confused why he was saying you wanted to leave him. You never said anything of the sort, and you’re hurt that he wouldn’t have cared if you actually wanted to leave. You know he does deep down, but hearing him say otherwise is still painful.

You told yourself not to get attached to him, but that all went out the window after he fucked you the first time. You’re just in it for the sex, you tried to tell yourself, but somehow you find yourself consumed by thoughts of him. You wonder what he’d be like if he were sober, if he wasn’t so angry all of the time. He has a huge chip on his shoulder and you have no idea why. All you know is he seems to want to prove himself over and over, despite being incredibly successful.

What if he were happy? What if you could make him happy? You had to try, right? But what if he finds out how you feel about him and bolts? You know he’s afraid of commitment, that he doesn’t want to be tied down by anyone or anything. But what if? That question will always remain if you never try, and you know it.

You know you should be happy with what you have with him, with having him fuck your brains out, but you want more than that. You don’t just want his body, you want his heart. His response snaps you out of your thoughts instantly, and it nearly breaks your heart.

“It really doesn’t. If I wanted to replace you, I easily could. Don’t forget who has the power here. You think you have the right to talk to me like that? I’m Derek fucking Danforth, I don’t need you! I don’t need anyone! So fuck off Y/N!” he snarls, voice dripping with venom. “B-but... I don’t want you to replace me... I... need you...” You trail off as you sniffle, wiping away the tears forming in your eyes. He immediately freezes in place.

“What?” he blinks, clearly unsure if he’s hearing you correctly. “I...” You try to speak, but the words won’t come out. “No, say it,” he presses softly. “Please.” The please is small, but shocking nonetheless. He never says please. Why is he saying it now? What makes now a time for him to be kind to you? He was incredibly pissed at you ten seconds ago, so why isn’t he now?

“I said...” you start, but your lips are frozen in fear, your body trembling like a leaf. What if he leaves you? What then? You gulp, flicking your eyes to his as panic nearly overtakes you. But you find him looking right back at you, with an expression you’ve never seen on his face. Ever. You can’t quite put your finger on it, but it’s something soft, something sweet. Something completely foreign. Those gorgeous brown eyes are gazing right into yours, and you want nothing more than for him to kiss you. Not sensually, but lovingly. Tenderly.

“Go on, tell me,” he encourages, his eyes not leaving yours. Why is he acting like this? He’s never been sweet with you. He looks almost... Kind. As odd as you find this scenario, you find yourself unable to say no to him. Not when he looks at you like this.

“I need you,” you finally choke out. There’s no hiding it now. Your cheeks are flushed, your pupils blown wide. Not with desire, but with something else, something you haven’t felt in a long time.

Before you know it, his scent fills your nostrils and his lips ghost over yours. They meet in a familiar dance, but something is different. New, even. And then it finally clicks. Why he’s finally letting his guard down. Because he feels the same. Because he needs you too.

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midnightmajick · 1 month

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Everybody Talks

Mike Schmidt x Reader

Warnings: None, just fluff!

Word count: 1,124 words

For the best experience reading this, listen to Everybody Talks by Neon Trees. That's what I was listening to when I wrote it!

You and Mike have known each other for years. So whenever you wanted to come over, you knew he’d leave the key under the flowerpot to the left of the door. Today is no different.

You lift the flowerpot, and sure enough, the key is sitting right under it. You pick it up and insert it into the lock on the door before turning it and twisting the doorknob. You pull open the door and call out, “Hey, what’s up?”

Your voice echoes through the otherwise empty house as you walk through the door. Abby must be at a sleepover again. Or on a school trip. Either way, Mike’s alone for the weekend, and based on how fast his footsteps approach you, he’s happy to see you.

“Not much, you?” he replies as he wraps his arms around you. He’s very happy to see you. “Not a ton, you wanna play Super Smash Brothers?” “Sure,” Mike responds. “By the way, would it be okay if I invited my friends Monica, Jimmy, and Natalie over? I know you’ve never met them, but I thought it’d be fun.” “Dude, it’s your house, you don’t have to ask me.” “Well I just wanted to be polite. You are the guest after all, I have to ask you.” You snort in amusement.

“I suppose that’s okay,” you tease. “In all honesty, it sounds like a lot of fun to me.” “Alright, lemme call them real quick.” He walks over to the phone and begins dialing. “Ok, I’ll get the controllers.” You grab five Wii remotes and five nunchucks.

Before long, Mike’s friends show up. You all sit down on the couch and start playing. They’re all super nice, but nobody is as good at Super Smash Brothers as you are. Except Mike. But he’s been button mashing the whole time. It annoys you, but it isn’t working for him as well as your strategy works for you. That, and you’re too focused on fighting everyone else to do anything about it.

You all play several rounds, and before you know it, nine o’clock rolls around. Everyone else is in the kitchen talking, except for Natalie, but she’s taking an important call in the other room. That leaves only you and Mike, and you’re both still duking it out.

“Dude, you can’t do that, you’re cheating!” you complain. “No I’m not, I can button mash if I want!” he snickers. He clearly finds this hilarious. “No fair! If I did that, I’d beat the crap out of you!” “Would you though?” “Totally!” “Alright, do it then. I dare you,” he challenges.

You sigh in annoyance, you don’t want to. You know it’s what he wants, but right now he’s winning, so how else can you beat him? Then again, that would destroy your dignity as a gamer. Right? Maybe not. If he beats you by button mashing, it’ll be embarrassing. But if you button mash and win... Maybe button mashing is only bad if you lose doing it. And you’re great at this. You can’t lose, right?

“Okay, fine. Game on, Mike,” you say as you furrow your brow in concentration. You both begin button mashing, and you immediately notice that it isn’t going to work well for you. He smirks at you, he knows he’ll win if he continues. You have to do something, but what? You don’t want to wipe that smile off of his face, but you don’t want to lose. You’re going to lose, though, you know it. You think, and your mind wanders while your character flounders on the screen.

You’re snapped out of your thoughts when you hear a beeping noise from the TV. You lost. And Mike is determined to rub it in your face. But you’re determined to shut him up. You’re a bit annoyed, and all you want to do is slap your hand over his mouth, but you don’t care about his teasing once you remember it. The exchange you overheard between him and Abby a few days ago. The one where he admitted to liking you.

You ponder what to do about it, you always liked Mike too, but you weren’t supposed to hear that conversation. And you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. That’s the last thing you wanted, and you knew that’s what would happen if you talked to him about it. But if you both liked each other, why shouldn’t you do something about it? Plus, all of his friends were in different parts of the house. And then it hits you. You can shut him up and do something about it at the same time.

“Ha! Told you button mashing was superior! Not even you can de-” And then your lips smash against his. He’s surprised, that’s for sure, but he doesn’t pull away. In fact, he leans forward, into your lips. He closes his eyes and melts into you, and it’s clear he’s enjoying this almost as much as you are, if not more. Several moments pass, and before you know it, Mike is pulling away for air. You’re both panting heavily, having given into the moment completely. His next words come out in ragged gasps, his attempts to calm himself proving futile. “I-I’ve wanted that for so long...”

But before you can respond, you hear a cup fall to the floor. You look up to see Natalie gawking at both of you. Mike’s face is bright red, and you’re certain yours is too. You grab his hand and squeeze, trying to show him that you’re not going anywhere, that you’re there to support him. He smiles and squeezes back. Natalie runs off to the kitchen, no doubt to tell everyone what she just saw, leaving you and Mike staring at each other. You’re both speechless, unsure what to do, that is, until he starts laughing.

“What’s so funny? She’s gonna go tell them, I thought you’d at least try to stop her. It doesn’t bother me that they know, but I know you aren’t usually open about that kind of thing.” He sighs in relief when you say them knowing doesn’t bother you, and giggles a bit before he continues. “Normally it would bother me, but I know you’re there for me. If you’re not afraid, then maybe I don’t need to be either,” he speaks softly.

“Also, Natalie isn’t exactly great at keeping secrets. She’d probably tell them later even if I stopped her. She wouldn’t do it to be mean, it’s just that she can’t help herself,” he explains. “Are you sure? I want to make sure you’re okay,” you tell him. “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine. I have you,” he responds, gazing lovingly into your eyes. “Everybody talks anyway.”

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