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phatcatphergus · 3 months

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Why are you so up in arms about some people not being comfortable with a (rather edgy and potentially offensive) joke? The posts I've seen are just talking about how the casual homophobia whenever Tubbo is around makes them not want to watch any streams that Tubbo is showing up on.

I understand that you don't find these jokes offensive or harmful, at least in comparison to some of the other rp that has been done on the server (and I am genuinely very glad for it!! I hope they never become so), but different people have had different experiences, and to some people homophobia will be genuinely more upsetting than themes of self harm, to name an example you used.

It feels very shitty to see you and some other tubblings vehemently defend these jokes, as it can be extremely jarring to go from enjoying happy gay roleplay to homophobic jokes (yes, even from an openly gay man, the mouthpiece doesn't make the content less jarring).

So I guess I'm still wondering, why? I get being defensive of your streamer, but I guess I'm struggling to reconcile the "queer-smp" with people invalidating others' experiences with, and reactions to, homophobia

Okay well the main thing is that it’s really not that deep. Don’t like the jokes don’t watch, log off, touch grass ect.

People can be upset about whatever they want, but to say that the admin team, his fellow streamers and his community need to “talk to him” about it is insanity. The jokes themselves aren’t even something that isn’t already said in queer spaces irl (again go outside) and the fact that people are so up in arms about their picture perfect straight men playing make believe they’re in a gay relationship and having one actually gay man say “I hate happy couples” is insane.

Really, it’s shows how little the space cares for real queer people and relationships that don’t adhere to their internet filled fantasies of gay people.

At the end of the day, it’s a gay man joking about his own experiences and to get upset about it is fine. But don’t write emails telling him he’s inciting hate crimes, don’t tell the admin team to “talk to him” (ableism and infantilism much), and don’t try to get him cancelled for making jokes that YOU yourself don’t like.

If you don’t like a gay man making mildly homophobic jokes (something he has experienced!!!) but are okay with two straight men playing a gay couple and getting paid for it only to log off and not deal with any irl consequences then you’ve lost the plot I’m sorry.

#you directly control the content you watch so if you don’t like you ca literally turn it off #go on tik tok and you’ll find a billion more jokes that are 10000x more harmful I promise #I’ll make one now if you want #women should lobotomized because we think too much :(#also you hate women in stem how dare you intirrupt my paper writing #sorry I’m in my toxic era #I’ve seen gay people make jokes about hate criming other gay people so this is mild #I apprecite the ask tho I don’t mean to be mean #double standards just annoy me #also this isn’t just about now #itt about how people have been trying to cancel tubbo for shit like this for YEARS #qsmp fandom neg #discourse #anon asks

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futureforged · 3 months

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*𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 !

I caved & figured it wouldn’t hurt to do one of these. It basically means I will be focusing on prioritizing interactions with those who express interest in becoming mains — on solidifying bonds between muses & maybe muns if spoons allow it. You’d get your own tag to track future interactions ( If you haven’t gotten one already ) & I’ll add you to a bonds list & write a small summary of our muses current or planned bond / relationship.

*PLEASE NOTE. They do not have to be romantic in nature & can also be platonic, familial or antagonistically aligned as well. I adore all types of dynamics between muses & feel Jayce is a character that can play off other muses in a variety of ways.

*WHAT BEING ‘MAINS’ MEANS.

Becoming mains is easy. We have to have a few things going, I have known you for a while, or our muses just vibe well. It simply means you will get replies more quickly along with other things such as random starters, memes, etc unprompted. It also means you have an interest in writing with me & potentially plotting out more of a deep dynamic ( though there is NO PRESSURE! & it will not always be guaranteed to be romantic. I am open to platonic, familial & romantic bonds with Jayce. ) & that you feel the same! There will be no limit to these & this post will not have an expiration date / deadline.

Please let me know in private or through interacting with this post if you’d like to be mains. All I ask that we’ve already written together at least once or that there is genuine interest in developing things out between our characters in some way.

#➤ ꜰɪʟᴇᴅ ᴀꜱ . . . // psa.#➤ ꜰɪʟᴇᴅ ᴀꜱ . . . // mains call.#I think it also kinda counts as a plotting call too? Idk… no solid promises but I will try to reach out more to chat with #People who are serious about writing with Jayce to plot or reply OOC to ongoing threads #Ooookay tossing this and yeeting to sleep 🥱😴#But I think it’s a good place to start #I’ll work on the bonds post later but it’ll give me a place to start solidifying dynamics and writing them out will give me a good idea #Of what to tackle for future HCS and interaction ideas #💕🙏

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x-pair-o-dice-x · 5 months

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eyyy, guess who’s been writing something for the first time in a while !!!

#sorry for not being too active here;; been trying to focus on writing stuff for my main #and. failing #but i had inspiration last night and ended up writing like 3k words #don’t know if i’ll have the motivation to continue it today but !!!! fingers crossed #i promise i’ll try;; dkdbkdbd #btw. to no one’s surprise it’s a peer pressure duo fic;; dkdnldndkd #honestly even if i don’t end up writing any more; where i left it off is actually pretty decent #still;; want to add more to it;;;;#‘m cold + touchstarved rn; so i wanna add some noms to it;; dkbdkdndj

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stillcominback · 7 months

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💞💞💞

#promise i’m still here!#as i’ve posted before it’s just a really hectic time right now and literally since my last day at work???#it’s been like packing and hauling and moving and organizing etc from wake up to sleep 🫠🫠🫠#i’m very Stressed and Exhausted (in all the ways) but just trying to power through!#one day at a time and all that #i miss you all and writing and plotting so so much #I should have a little more time at least for discord so please pretty please hit me up there #i’ll worry more about writing on tumblr again once we’re settled in Cali #but i’d love to get some more stuff going in discord for when I have time!#so hmu! 💞💞💞💞💞#love you all and miss you all!#*big hugs*#00. // OUT OF AMMO ( OOC POST. )

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haikyuuhoo · 5 months

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hi okay so I just got home and am v tired so sadly there will be no gojo birthday fic :((( another time to make up for it, perhaps 🫶🏼

#very very sorry #lowkey this breaks my heart I love him sm and I wanted to write smth for him so bad #will do my best to write something soon!#I know I went awol for a few weeks & I apologize greatly for that #I’d hoped for the birthday fic to be my first thing back but alas #I’ll try to be more active!!!#promise 🫶🏼#(i say all this as if anyone was hoping for me to write something lmao I know I am not that kind of writer on here don’t you worry lol)#(I haven’t gone and grown an ego since I’ve been gone hahaha)#(I’m literally such an infrequent poster that I feel like when I show up on people’s dash they’re probably like ‘who tf is this’ lol)#anyway sorry for the ramble bbs I hope you’ve all been doing super well and that your month is off to a lovely start #I’ve missed you and I am sending you all so much love <3

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filmbyjy · 3 months

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so sorry for not posting here in a bit🥹

I had to focus on my studio project which is due today (it’s an online submission but like I technically have school today…I just didn’t go😀 don’t do that kids)

anyways, I still have my alternative chapter of Collie Duty in my drafts and a couple of requests to finish up🥹 also along with possibly my next mafia member that I have written in my google docs💀

#I promise I’ll try to be more consistent in writing #but at the same time idk if I can #cause I still have internship starting in March💀

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ziracona · 1 year

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I know I say this every time I read my own work, but Speak for the Dead really is the best chapter in ILM.

“Well, you know for the first time in a long time this actually feels like fall?”

Jane Romero was smiling at him, sitting propped up against a tree in what had sort of become her usual ‘therapy’ corner in the past almost two weeks. And she was right, it did feel like fall. The air wasn’t as sharply cold as normal, and honestly ‘sharply’ cold was a nice break in and of itself when it happened—usually the weather here was somehow just cold—cold with no adjectives attached. But today it was nicer. It was the kind of waiting fall cold that came when it wasn’t biting outside yet, and it was almost pleasant. A promise of a change in the seasons. Tapp wondered why.

The trees hadn’t started to change color with it, or fall in piles, and as far as he’d gathered there weren’t seasons in here. Everything looked the same. Tall, thick woods, undergrowth and moss and rocks and fallen logs, a slight breeze on and off. Dark sky overhead, full moon, at this point long since throwing off everyone’s idea of what day and night were supposed to mean. All the usual. Except, somehow, the kind of cold in the weather. Who knew, maybe nothing had changed. Maybe they had just started to feel better.

LIKE. Those opening lines mean nothing but environmental flavor when you read them. But they’re a lead in for the thesis of the entire chapter.

“Well, you know for the first time in a long time this actually feels like fall?” - A promise of a change in the seasons. - Who knew, maybe nothing had changed. Maybe they had just started to feel better.

Like that’s it. Speak for the Dead is about a lot of things, but at its heart it’s about healing. It’s about forgiveness and healing, that exists between the living and the dead. It’s about how you can only speak for them, by speaking for them. Not how you want to punish yourself or live for them, but by how you know they would forgive you, or would ask you to live. Very little other than exchanges of information happen, but so much happens at the same time. All of it significant. It’s hope. It’s about how Tapp (and Meg) have spent every day here fighting in their own way to cope with the agony and failure of their lives, and the loss of people they couldn’t save, and have only dug their wounds deeper. About love. About nothing stoping the lambs from screaming except accepting that they want to let you go.

#god I love this chapter so much. literally I can start reading ANY part of it and get hooked. Me every time I re-read the one time in my #life I hit script perfection for an entire chapter straight: 💕💕💕💕💕#in living memory #in living memory (fic)#Speak for the Dead #I’ll never write something that good again maybe and that’s ok. perfection is perfection god I love that chapter #there so much said and so much unsaid. the way he buries Mandy. Adam trying to help. the fact literally never after in the story /does/ Meg #find out that she almsot died in a Jigsaw trap because she was judged for cutting? never. not post fic either. Ace and Tapp silently both #decide to never tell and she /never/ has to know. the way Meg asks if Michael knew Tapp loved him more than the job and that question is #not answered. she just says ‘he loved you’ and accepts that as a more significant one. the whole Jane discussiom. the way Tapp says ‘yes’#/only/ to ‘did it haunt you?’ when asked serious questions and usually just says ‘I don’t know’ if it’s probably true? the way he talks #about himself? the Saw references??? the dead people’s actions existing like ghosts in the script helping charcaters on a meta textual level #bc I only wrote Tapp surviving with a pen tracheotomy bc Peter Strahm did it? the The Silence of the Lambs thing?#all the ethical discussions that are so conceptual and simultaneously concrete in different ways. even the ethics are the dead and the #living mixing together. the way Tapp’s argument the only thing you can do for the dead is to finish their story for them-to do what they’d #been trying to do—doesn’t change? just what that means to him does. the way the entirety of In Living Memory itself is Philip finishing #Vigo’s story because Vigo is dead? and ILM literally /is/ Vigo’s ghost in the void chronicling these events to watch over and to tell this #story about how Philip is a good man. in which he is fulfilling Philip’s goals for him when Philip no longer can. the entire book is about #love and loss and no chapter in as deep a way as Speak for the Dead captures that on such a literal level #the book is the living speaking for the dead. and the dead speaking for the living. & a hope from that. a promise of a change in the seasons #literally. when they make it in V.S. from the eternal october. to finally November.

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winnie-the-monster · 1 year

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Me at the legacies writers

#and it’s not just Landon/Hope/Handon #it’s all the characters/‘friendships’/storylines #the truly messed up the last two seasons of the show #they would write Hope/Landon occ just for the sake of whatever they wanted to do #they would have these big speeches/moments to show good friendships(panda promise Hope wouldn’t fight alone only for Hope to fight alone)#a whole speech about how Lizzie couldn’t kill Hope to Lizzie trying to kill her the very next episode #talking about how they would never leave a friend behind but would gladly leave them behind if it was convenient for them #I bet the wouldn’t have even tried to save Cleo if they didn’t need her muse powers #and so on #or them foreshadowing something only to make all that foreshadowing for nothing #spending a whole season setting up something only to make it pointless #making a big deal about malivore wanting Cleo to use her muse powers/gave him a vision and did nothing with it #save them with him taking Hope/golem Landon’s hair & ripper Kaleb #OG triad was over before it even began. idk if I can call the god storyline a storyline at all #limbo?? they kept changing limbo like it was nothing/even the ferryman thing made no sense #oh and does anyone else remember before s4 started they said all would be revealed? revealed nothing/gave us more questions #as well as so many other things #I don’t when or if I’ll ever be over what they did to show #bc it truly says something when the show ends with me only liking to characters and wanting justice for them

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enavant · 1 year

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goodmorning say it back 💖

#[ rly tired n in pain still have a big fever but i have dsr today again so pray for me ]#[ still feeling extremely isolated here but i’ll try my best to write more later i kno people were upset at me i’m sorry i’ll do better ]#━━ ❥ out of character »#[ doing my best !! i’ve had no energy it’s awful i promise i’m trying ]

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jazz-the-writer · 6 months

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Ok … let’s try to write something smutty

#fanfic #writing #straykids fanfic #skz smut #I’m trying I promise but it’s cause it’s HyUNJIN and I wanna do it right #he’s so pretty but like I’m trying to write him too perfect #I’ll try to idk make it more simple in my head #idk if you know my style I like to consider their personalities and I get very into my delusional view of them #Hyunjin I pray you never read my fic #actually I pray none of them ever read my fics #lord please don’t let them read my shhit

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badolmen · 10 months

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My lab is organizing a writing accountability thing where we all put reasonable weekly writing goals in this spreadsheet/keep track of the days we write/etc. and it’s like cool! Bold of you to assume my academic writing occurs in regular small doses instead of intense 4-8 hour sessions when the stars align and I wake up at 4 AM in an inspired mania! ‘Try something small like 100 words’ ma’am it’s either 0 words ever or 10k in <10 hours you aren’t getting 100 words everyday that’s impossible.

#ra speaks #personal #I KNOW I should try writing small bits more frequently but also like #I have TRIED that shit and it is not sustainable for me I’m sorry #I’ll try again dammit but I want you even if my autism routine can accommodate a new item on the agenda #there is no promise that if one day I miss it means it can never occupy the agenda again

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fun-littlescribbles · 2 years

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Day 1. Fluffy

GTJuly by @gianttol

Thursday 9pm

Did you know I like g/t family relationships? Ha ha! Very well-kept secret, I know…

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Word count: 1600

Warnings: Too much cuteness!

Thursday 9pm

“Whaaat?” Eliasz grunted for the fifth time as Basia pulled on his sleeves. However, this time, he picked the small girl up from her shirt. “I gotta work Asi…” he said leaving her on the walkway away from him, making sure he didn’t give her the attention she so desperately wanted.

“Eli, Eli!” She cried. “Noooo” she hugged one of his fingers tightly, refusing to lose her brothers attention.

Eliasz sighed. He wanted to keep a stern face and make sure Basia went to sleep. But that didn’t last long with her big puppy eyes, which she decided to use just now. ‘Great for ignoring her’ he mentally scolded himself as his eyes concentrated on her small form.

“What is it Asi?” He asked with a soft, thoughtful tone. The sudden change didn’t go undetected by the girl, who in response hugged his finger tighter and narrowed her eyes. He noticed her messy auburn hair falling awkwardly on her face, covering her eyes threatening to shut, and he couldn’t help but chuckle. It was clear she was struggling to stay awake, but she simply refused to go to bed. And without their parents, Eliasz didn’t know how to get her to sleep. Reason why he decided to keep her close while he worked. First bad choice. The second, of course, was looking into her sweet pleading eyes.

“Come here.” She mumbled, the sound barely audible for Eli, who slowly lowered his head closer to the girl. Her puppy eyes were gone, and looking closer, Eliasz could see her cheeks were red, probably in anger for his laughter a second before.

“Yes?” He hummed as his other hand went to her back, fingers wrapping, and almost completely engulfing the girl with pink pajamas. He softly placed the pad of his index on her shoulder, her grip on his other hand disappeared. Thing Eliasz was grateful for, as he was no longer being forced to hold his hand in such an awkward position.

Unfortunately for the teen, his sister didn’t give any audible response, instead, she kept her steel gaze upon him. He could see her muscles struggle to form a frown when in reality all they wanted to do was relax. Her face twitched so slightly, and her jaw tightened as she tried to cover a yawn.

He was about to pull away, but she suddenly jerked backwards and took hold of his sleeve.

“Eli, Eli!” She cried again. She was still young, sure. But Eliasz knew she was acting more childish than usual. She was usually a very smart girl and liked to act all-knowing and whatnot. But when she got all grumpy and sleepy, it all disappeared.

Eliasz was getting more tired by the second. He very much had to finish his homework, but at the same time, he knew that when his parents were away, he was responsible for Basia. And that included taking care of her sleep schedule. Thing he had never been successful in doing. Only when their parents arrived did Basia truly went to bed. And today, they were taking longer than usual. And even after hundreds of attempts, Eliasz was unsuccessful in getting his sister to bed. As always, it was a long Thursday.

He had tried staying close to her room. He had tried singing, reading. That until Basia said she wanted to be with him, which was when he took her to his desk as he finished work. But she began to whine and ask for him (as if he wasn’t literally holding her the entire time!). Holding her against his chest worked for a while. Laying on his shoulder kept her busy for about five minutes. She tried hiding inside his sleeves, which he allowed to make her stop. But again, it was a Hail Mary in regards to the real issue.

He glanced back at his homework. At this rate, he knew he wouldn’t be able to get anything done (plus, he could probably finish it before class). So, not for the first time, he decided to focus all his thinking to Basia. There had to be something he could do to make her go to bed.

“Basia, if you don’t talk, I can’t know what you want.” He tried to sound calm, but there were clear hints of irritation between his words. That, however, didn’t bother her, in fact, her brows furrowed further. He copied her expression. “Imma need you to tell me something…” he almost growled, only remembering to keep his composure with his sister.

He expected for her to finally say something. He expected for her to maybe shout at him, but instead, her chest began to heave, and before he knew it, she was crying. Tears spilled down her face, tracing her round red cheeks. Now he thought, he really screwed something up.

Basia had never been one to cry easily. Not even when they first met did she act like this. She seemed very collected for her age. She might throw some tantrums here and there, but real tears were never involved. She was more one to be obnoxiously annoying until she got what she wanted. She didn’t cry for it. And so, seeing her like that moved something deep inside Eliasz. He swiftly scooped her from the walkway on the walls and brought her closer to his face.

“Shhh. It’s okay Asi, it’s okay.” He tried to soothe her while rubbing small circles on her back with one finger. Never had he been more aware of the life in his hands. Her small movements and deep breaths, so minuscule, yet somehow hurting more than they should. He hated seeing her like that, because deep inside him, it made him feel guilty. Seeing her so vulnerable reminded him just how much power a giant held over a human, how terrifying he must be, and maybe, it made him understand why giants tended to be so apathetic towards humans. Why the two species didn’t interact. Except, it seemed, his dad and him.

“I got you Asi.” He repeated calming phrases in hopes she would calm down. Eliasz rocked his hands ever so slightly up and down, trying to imitate small movements his father would use to soothe him when he was younger. After 10 full minutes of sobbing, he began to feel more frustrated when the techniques seem to fail. Weren’t giants and humans supposed to be the same? Was he doing something wrong? Or was just Basia an especial case?

“I want to sleep!” She yelled, teary eyes still spilling warm tears, and small fists hitting his palm. He found her statement completely illogical, considering she was the one who had refused to go to sleep.

“Then let me take you to-”

“NO!” She wailed, and the crying continued. Now Eliasz was more than confused. No, annoyed. He was getting to his limit. He felt so utterly powerless to do anything for Basia, and he felt definitely miffed by her apparently senseless actions. He didn’t exactly liked kids. And neither was he good with dealing with them. And yet, for some mysterious reason, his parents thought it was fine to let him babysit Basia every week.

With a sigh, and nothing else to do, Eliasz stood to his full height and walked towards his bed. He sat and reclined against the pillows, keeping Basia to his chest. He shut his eyes and tried to imagine how to possibly deal with the situation. However, sooner than he could find another failed solution, Basia went quiet. He could still feel her uneven breathing, but she was no longer crying. Slowly, he looked down at his sister, noticing how she seemed more relax and even happy as she pressed against his chest.

In a second, Basia’s eyes darted upwards and locked with his, after a long yawn, she hid her face in his shirt. “Sleep.” She said. It was a command. Eliasz now understood it was meant for him.

“Y-you, want to stay with me?” Eliasz whispered, afraid his voice would once again spark a river of tears. Even from the weird angle he saw her tiny head go up and down against his chest.

He held his breath in debate. He did have homework, but he had already decided to finish it tomorrow so… going to sleep now wouldn’t hurt. His parents had keys, and it is not like they needed him for anything.

Before, he might have said he hated Thursdays. His parents both worked till later, and he was left alone to babysit Basia. But he learned to understand her and to act as best as he could. That day, as he laid a small blanket over his sister on top of the pillow, he understood one thing. A new rule of sorts.

When Basia gets mad, it’s because she wants to sleep. And when Basia wants to sleep, you better stay in bed unless you want to include her wrath (or uncontrollable sobbing).

Eliasz never understood why. It’s not like she was afraid of sleeping alone, and it’s not like she expected Eliasz to fall asleep either. He could work while on his bed and it would still be enough for Basia to calm down. So it didn’t make sense why she wanted it that way. But she just did. Every Thursday 9pm Eliasz had to be in his nightwear and in his bed to ensure Basia could sleep. It was a rule. It was a routine. Every Thursday he’d go to bed early with her until their parents arrived. And the next day… well… Eliasz is lucky to have smart friends who don’t mind sharing a homework or two.

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I so want to participate in the GT July!! I don´t have something for all the days… but I have something… which I guess is better than abandoning this blog for like 2 months… (sorry about that…)

Anywho… I hope you enjoyed. And thank you SO MUCH for your support with my first story! Sorry I can’t reply to comments (this is a sideblog). But I read every single thing, and check all the interactions, and thank you!

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jaegerrb0mb · 16 days

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im back 🥸

#sorry I died #i’ll try to be more active #i got logged out and forgot my info #took 7 months to get back in 😭#can’t promise I’ll write anything rn but when I’m motivated I’ll try #<33

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yujinslovr · 7 months

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TYSM FOR 400 OMG?!?;?;;$ IT SEEMS LIEK JS YESTERDAY I HIT 100😭😭😭 I LOVE ALL OF YOU GUYS MWAH

#THIS IS CRAZY WYF #LMFAO I BARELY EVEB POST😭😭#i’ll try to post more #i’m sorry guys #i think i’ve hit writers block #i have too many ideas and too many distractions #ILL TRY TO WRITE SOMETHIGN FOR 400 #but no promises #.magic talks!#yujinslovr

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diedoverahat · 6 months

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A Different Kind of Compensation.

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part two!

pairing: mike schmidt x fem!reader

prompt: you’ve been babysitting abby for mike nearly three months now. he constantly apologizes for not paying you yet, you constantly tell him it doesn't bother you. one night he comes back from his shift at freddy’s and has a different idea on how to compensate you for all of your hard work.

warnings: 18+, oral (fem receiving), vaginal fingering (kinda???), munch!mike.

word count: this was supposed to be a short dirty work that somehow turned into a 2.2k monster. told you i love to ramble.

authors note: remember when i said i might write smut if i was just so moved by an ask? well turns out my very first ask moved me. y'all are nasty, i love it. mike, of course, is a munch because why would he be anything else? i never, with a capital N, write smut so please bear with me if it sucks. i hope whoever requested this loves it! i wrote it instead of finishing my scientific article for bio so it better be decent hehe.

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The sound of the front door opening followed by heavy footsteps woke you up from where you were dozing off on the couch. You gazed at the clock on the side table near you and sure enough, 6:10 blinked back at you. Mike was finally home. You heard him shuffling around in the kitchen, most likely shedding his work vest and hanging his keys on the little hook by the door.

You yawned, trying to rub the sleep out of your eyes as you sat up on the couch. The blanket you used to cover yourself falling to pool around your waist. Mike finally made his way to the living room, sitting on the couch with a soft grunt.

“Hey,” he said quietly, his voice rough from lack of use. “Abby eat anything?”

“Yeah, a little,” You mutter back through a barely concealed yawn, head lolling to rest on the back of the couch. “You know how she is.”

He hums in acknowledgement but stays silent apart from that, keeping his gaze trained on the infomercial playing on TV. A comfortable silence settles over the two of you. You sit up even further on the couch, leaning against the arm rest facing Mike. The blue/green hue of the TV bathed him in light, his hair was unruly with curls sticking out at awkward angles. He had deep bags under his eyes. Just as you thought about getting up to take off, he spoke up again.

“I promise I’ll get you the money,” he says softly, not taking his eyes off the TV, “I…I just need some time.”

You scoff in mock annoyance, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “Mike, you know I don’t care about the money. I don’t mind doing this for you.” You reply, nudging his knee with your foot softly then just leaving it perched on his lap.

Mike finally turns to look at you, there's a strange look on his face that you can’t quite place, but you give him a small smile all the same. He stares at you for a few beats, you can practically see the gears turning in his head.

“You deserve something,” he whispers, his brows furrowed in frustration. “You do so much for me, it’s only fair.” As he speaks, he slowly moves his hand off the couch to your ankle still resting on his thigh, he starts rubbing slow circles over the skin there. His eyes never left yours as he touched you, a very obvious question in them. Asking if you wanted this.

Heat instantly rushed to your belly, cheeks turning a light shade of red at his touch. You’d always thought Mike was attractive, but you never would have imagined he’d want to be anything more than friends. Since he was already so busy with taking care of Abby and his hellish new job.

You swallow once before speaking, your throat feeling dry all of a sudden. “What are you suggesting?” You ask so softly, wondering if he even heard you. Mikes’ fingers stop in favor of trailing his hand up your calf in a featherlight touch, disappearing under the blanket to seek out more of your soft skin. Your heart is beating so fast you think you might die, the sound of it echoing in your ears loudly.

Mike's big brown eyes stare into yours with a newfound intensity, visibly shocked that you're reacting so viscerally to his touch, his pupils are blown to hell. Chocolate brown being swallowed by black. His tongue coming out to sweep over his top lip.

“How about you,” he says slowly, scooting closer to you on the small couch. He crowds into your personal space like he belongs there. Mike’s lips inches away from yours. He smells like old leather and dust from being cramped in the security office at Freddy’s. Your chest heaves as your eyes flit back and forth from his eyes to his lips. Seconds drag by like hours as you painstakingly wait for him to finish his sentence. “Stay right there while I make you feel good.” He finally says, his breath fanning over your face hotly. You can’t even speak, afraid of how desperate you might sound, just nodding your head roughly, not looking away from his hungry gaze.

Mike’s hand runs up your leg quickly after you give him the green-light, slipping further under the blanket and higher up your leg until he reaches his destination. He rubs you gently through your shorts, your breath hitches sharply at what should be just a simple touch, but you’re still so worked up from earlier that it feels ten times more extreme. You grasp the blanket still strewn over your lap tightly in your fists, it's the only thing keeping you from seeing Mike’s hand at work between your legs.

Mike reacts to touching you for the first time like he can feel it too. His breath stutters out of his chest, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of your already wet folds through your thin cotton sleeping shorts. “Fuck.” He breathes out quietly, so quietly you doubt he even meant to say it out loud. He opens his eyes again, breathing slightly rougher as he stares at you through his arousal induced haze and heavy eyelids.

Seeing your face must spur him on because he starts rubbing with more fervor than before, his clever fingers applying more pressure making you moan softly. You cut yourself off quickly, eyes darting down the hall to Abby's bedroom door. It's still closed, there's no light leaking through the crack between it and the floor.

"Shit, Mike." You whine quietly.

Mike groans softly at the sound of his name leaving your lips, body trembling slightly with the feeling. Suddenly he wrenches his hand out from under the blanket, and rips it off your lap frantically. You gasp sharply at the cool air breaking through the bubble of warmth the blanket provided, involuntarily closing your legs.

Mike pushes up from his position on the couch next to you, knee walking over so he's kneeling in-front of your clenched thighs. You're still slightly sprawled across the cushions, leaning on the arm of the couch.

"Do you know how crazy you make me?" He asks roughly, putting both his hands on your still closed knees. It takes a second for your brain to catch up to answer him, after a few moments you finally manage a faint shake of your head.

"No?" He asks, tilting his head to the left slightly. "Let me show you then."

Mike grabs your wrist, tugging you closer to him, and leads your hand down into his lap. Your breath catches in your throat when he places your hand directly over his clothed erection, but it gets drowned out by Mike's louder whine thanks to you touching him for the first time. You drag your eyes downward, his dark grey sweatpants leave little to the imagination. He got more worked up touching you than you first thought, if the wet patch forming near the tip of his hard-on was anything to go by.

As soon as you started to rub him with purpose, Mike grabbed your wrist, halting your efforts. "No," He said breathlessly, practically panting. "No, this is for you tonight. Just wanna focus on you."

He let go of your wrist, turning his head in your direction. Both of you failed to realize how close you'd gotten when he dragged you to him. Your noses practically touch when he turns, catching you both off guard. His eyes travel down to your lips, staring at how red and puffy they'd gotten from you biting them to muffle your moans.

"How sweet of you, Mike." You whisper, leaning in just a tad closer. He lets out a guttural groan and closes the distance between your lips, claiming your mouth with his own. He leans forward, gently guiding you to lay back on the couch. His body completely covering yours as the two of you makeout, his arms on either side of your head and his hips slotting against yours, letting you feel the hard length of his cock against your cunt. You moan into his mouth, your hips bucking up to meet his.

Mike breaks the kiss with a whine, trying to muffle the noise by shoving his face in your neck. You bring your hands up to tangle in his curly hair, yanking it roughly as he starts littering kisses all along your collarbones. Nipping and sucking in-between his gasping little moans as you twist and pull his hair in your grip.

He tears his mouth away to stare up at you through his lashes, his lips are swollen and red. “Please,” He gasps out, his hips unconsciously grinding down into your thigh. “Let me eat you out. Please. Tell me I can, say I can.” He babbles, hips rutting faster every second you don’t answer him.

“Yes.” You exclaim as quietly as possible. “Do it, Mike. Eat me out.”

Mike’s whole body shudders at your words, eyes falling closed for a second before he quickly slides down your body, leaving an odd kiss here and there as he goes. He brings his hands up to grip the waistband of your shorts, pausing to take a single steadying breath, then he tugs them down along with your panties and tosses them aside. He stares down at you in awe for a good few moments before he lays on his stomach, right in front of your dripping cunt.

Mike kisses along the inside of your thighs for a bit, licking everywhere but where you want him to the most. “Thank you.” he mutters, tone way too earnest for the situation at hand but you don’t have much time to think about it before he’s diving face first into your thighs.

“Fuck!” You let your voice get way too loud in the quiet atmosphere of the house, but you can’t help it. You didn’t think Mike had lots of experience because of some late night drunken talks before, but he was either lying or holding out. He works his tongue expertly along every inch of you. Every swirl, flick, or suck has you catapulting to the edge way faster than you’d imagined.

It doesn't help that Mike keeps letting out these noises. Small needy whines or deep guttural groans that you can feel. He’s moaning like he’s the one getting head, unashamed and authentic. It’s so fucking sexy.

“Shit Mike, I’m close. I’m so close.” You whisper too quietly for him to hear with his head trapped between your thighs, but it doesn’t matter. Mike brings his thumb up to lightly circle your clit as he laps against your entrance, and you're gone.

Your thighs shake as you release, grabbing on Mike’s hair for dear life as you go through the most intense orgasm ever. He moans into your cunt, working you through the aftershocks. He laves his tongue along you until the overstimulation gets to be too much and you drag his face away by his hair.

He sits up, the bottom half of his face covered in spit and slick. That visual alone is almost enough to get you ready for round two. It’s silent except for the heavy breathing coming from you both.

After he catches his breath, Mike retrieves the blanket from behind his back somewhere to cover the lower half of your body. Your thighs are still shaking as he lays next to you, it’s a tight squeeze but neither of you seem to mind. He kisses the side of your face sweetly, throwing his arm around your waist to pull you in even closer.

You finally regain enough conscience to speak. “Are you sure you don’t want to get off?” You ask, “I mean I can’t feel my legs but I’m sure we could think of something.” Mike only laughs quietly, shaking his head. “Maybe next time, this was about you.” He said, beginning to rub his fingers back and forth on your hip. “Plus I, uh, I already sort of…” He trails off, a flush forming on his cheeks.

It took you a second to realize what he was saying, but when it clicked you couldn’t help the small giggle that escaped your mouth. You lifted up the blanket covering the two of you, and sure enough Mike had an impressive wet patch seeping through his sweats.

He pinches your hip lightly, offended by your giggling. “Don’t laugh at me,” He complains with a smile, yanking the blanket back up. “I couldn’t help it.”

You stifle another laugh to the best of your ability, though your shoulders still shake ever so slightly. You turn your head to press a kiss to his lips. It’s different from the previous kisses you shared tonight. It’s slower and softer, full of a new emotion that you both feel, but know that it can wait to be talked about later. For now you’re both just basking in the afterglow.

You break the kiss first, pulling back only slightly to lean your forehead against his. You both smile at each other for a second.

“Okay,” You give in, brushing a strand of sweaty hair away from his face. “But believe that tomorrow is all about you.”

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