Alright, here’s the request- I did it as headcannons with some short writing in it.
I haven’t been very active but I want to start again, as well as start writing again, so we’ll start slowly (just cause I know consistency won’t come easy sorry yall)
But here it is- Mike Faist x ftm!teen!reader, found family trope
(Possibly ooc because I didn’t go back to watch Mike Faist again like I did last time. This was written with limited knowledge guys. Unedited.)
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I don’t need to mention how you guys met, as that’s fairly self explanatory.
You joined theatre as it was one of the places you felt most comfortable- you actually felt like you had a place, and hey you were good at it.
Mike was one of the first that you became friends with, a bit older than you but you both got along quite well no matter. He reminds you of a big brother.
You’re at his house a fair amount, mainly after/before rehearsals or meetings. You’ve sort of become accustomed to the place, so when new people come over and Mike is busy with something else you lead them anywhere.
He keeps your favorite soda/drink in the fridge
For sure the type to ruffle your hair, maybe call you a nickname, anything. Especially if you’re shorter than him.
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It’s coming close to 15 minutes before the two of you have to be out the door. The worn fabric of the couch, however, calls to you- your back sinking further into the back of the couch.
In one hand, a cup of (f/d) is settled loosely between your fingers, phone in hand as you slouch and scroll through it. In the other room, you can hear Mike matching about.
“You almost ready, n/n?” He asks- and you glance towards his room where his figure passes in front of the doorway.
“Yeah- waiting on you, Mike.”
You don’t acknowledge the subtle laugh that leaves him, just as he finally comes out into the living room.
“Come on, let’s go bud.” He says passively, on the way past you his hand finding your scalp just to ruffle up the choppy bangs that now fall messily on your head.
“Miiiikeee-“ you groan, tossing your head back just as he’s heading for the door- a large grin on his turned face.
“Don’t wanna be late, do we now?” He asks, opening the door for you to follow.
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He’s always the first person you look for when you get to rehearsal, as well
Closer to the beginning of rehearsals, the cast just starting to really warm up, you had always found a good corner to tuck yourself into when changing in the dressing rooms, or found a stall to get changed in.
(This is assuming you’re wearing a binder) you found ways to sort of curl into the wall and hide behind your clothes when you changed into them- Mike only noticed a few times, deciding not to ask.
You opened up to him after a couple weeks, after you two had become closer. He was very understanding- quickly offering any support for what you needed.
He didn’t have much knowledge about the trans community prior, but he was very open to you, smiling when you told him.
Gives you rides home when you can’t walk
You guys make faces at each other from across the wings or sometimes across the set, whenever there’s a spare moment and you happen to make eye contact
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You feel the outline of sweat in the valley of your armpit- god you’re hot. It’s been two hours of choreography, jumping about and clapping your hands as the track to “carrying the banner” rang through the theatre over and over.
Walking over to your water bottle, mouth open to even your breathing, you untwist the cap and pour the water down your throat.
“Doing a lot out there, huh?”
You don’t have to turn to know it’s Mike, his also sweaty presence appearing next to you and he grabs a water bottle of his own. You just nod and grunt into the mouth of your water bottle, not stopping the flow down your throat.
He also reaches for his water, swallowing as much as he can before the director brings back the group. You decide to not think about that yet- or the hours of rehearsal left to go.
With a grunt, Mike sets down his water bottle again- dribbles of water left on his chin. “C’mon, let’s go.”
You huff out a response, getting one last sip before dropping the water bottle back down, next to his. He doesn’t leave without you. You can barely even turn around before he’s wiping some of his water off his hand into your arm. You just click your tongue and wriggle your arm away from his hand.
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you’re one of the youngest in the cast as well, with one of the smaller roles in the play
He offers to help you run your liens, but you don’t really need it- so you help him run his jnstead.
You do sometimes ask him for math help though. But he doesn’t do much helping- just sort of stares at the question.
“What am I supposed to do?”
“Man I don’t even know.”
“High school’s ass- glad I’m not doing that shit anymore.”
“Thanks, Mike.”
Heyyy, Can you make a platonic mike faist x ftm reader where they are in newsies together and its just about their friendship. (15-16 reader, sorta like a found family fic please. There is no fics like this out there i have looked T-T)
Answering this now so you know I saw it- I’d love to! It’ll be a few days likely as I’m fairly busy but I’ll reblog this post when it’s out.
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heyyyyy! i was wondering if you could do like a part two to “call me a snitch” where its like the reader hangs with the sandlot boys and then challenges philips again and the sandlot kids win or something but you could write whatever!
(also i have seen in a lot of fics where ppl call him jordan phillips but im not sure 🤷🏽♀️) anyways tyyyy!
Hi! Thanks so much for the request, I’m glad you enjoyed but unfortunately my requests are closed right now 😭. But I really appreciate you reading my stuff, thanks man <3
(Also thank u I’ll keep this in mind for later-)
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