#i'm way to lazy to tag all their names so i'll just leave it like that

[littledudeholland]

The OG gang!!!!

I made some fnaf stickers a while back cuz of the movie! I'm really excited for it!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[roosterr]

white flag ✹ ch 2

note: thank you all again for the support on this series im seriously so grateful <3 not sure how to feel abt this part but pls enjoy anyway <3

pairing: ghost x gn!reader

wc: 3.0k

no use of y/n readers callsign is 'stingray'

summary: the gang goes out to the pub, and against your better judgement you decide to tag along. you end up having far too much to drink and ghost has no choice but to look after you.

warnings: ghost is less mean (but it's still ghost), the usual angst, hurt/comfort, arguing, some ambiguous drunken confessions, mentions of throwing up but i kinda skipped over it

ao3

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the relentless buzzing of your phone next to your head wakes you from your slumber. you groan, squinting at the screen to see soap's name on the caller id. you answer and lift the phone up to your ear, rubbing your eyes with the other hand as you pull yourself up to sit.

"hey! where are you?" soap's voice is almost deafening in your ear as soon as you pick up, you have to hold the phone away from you to save your hearing. "y'are still comin', right?" the faint noise of a crowd can be heard in the background, reminding you of what soap's question means.

you check the clock on your phone and wince at the time; it was almost nine, and you were supposed to meet them at the pub at eight.

"ugh," you clear your throat, your voice croaking from having just woken up, "yeah– yeah, i'm coming. just gimme, like, fifteen minutes."

"awright, l.t. said you was still asleep," soap chuckles, clearly amused by your sleep-addled state. you sit up and throw the blankets off your legs, swinging them over the side of the thin mattress and beginning the search for some clean clothes.

you hadn't gotten out of bed all day, opting to stay in your comfy pyjamas and barely leaving the living room except to briefly eat and use the bathroom. after the the disaster that was yesterday, you felt you deserved to have a lazy day for once.

"oh, so he already left without me? why am i not surprised?" you grumble, balancing your phone between your cheek and your shoulder as you pull on some trousers.

"he said he didn't wanna wake you!" soap is half laughing as he replies. you have to hold back your scoff as you put him on speaker and drop the phone onto the coffee table as you quickly put your shirt on.

"yeah, okay." your voice is dripping with sarcasm, and you can't help but roll your eyes, even though he can't see it, "i'll be there, hanging up now, buh-bye."

you just about hear his muffled 'bye!' before you press the red button and shove your phone into your pocket. 

you really didn't feel like being social right now, but maybe being around your friends and letting go is what you need right now. you could just ignore ghost – it's not like it'd be hard, you were fully expecting him to completely avoid you all night. knowing him, he'd probably make you walk home by yourself again.

the walk to the pub is uneventful, thankfully dry, and it takes you twenty minutes instead of fifteen. you feel a little bad for making them wait, but they've been there over an hour already, an extra five wouldn't hurt.

the noise of the crowd hits you as soon as you walk into the old building, and you hope it isn't noticeable the way you frown at the sight of how packed it was. you were feeling even less like socialising now that you were actually here, but it was too late to turn back now. your eyes scan the room, searching for your teammates in the sea of people. you spot a familiar mohawk fairly quickly, and begin pushing your way through the crowd to the booth he and gaz are occupying.

you glance towards the bar and price and ghost both there, too locked in conversation to notice your arrival. you'd have to find price later to say hello.

"sting, you made it!" soap's cheery voice brings you back to the present. he pats your shoulder as you slump into the seat next to him, and gaz slides your usual order across the table to you.

"ordered for you a minute ago." gaz smiles, leaning forward on his elbows, "figured you could use it."

"you're legend, gaz, honestly." you chuckle in response, taking a drawn out sip and relaxing in your seat. as much as you would rather still be in bed right now, you couldn't deny you needed it.

"you okay? you look a bit worse for wear." gaz asks, his gaze turning serious as he takes in your exhaustion.

did you? you hadn't actually looked at your reflection before you left the house, you simply hoped that you didn't look too dishevelled and didn't think twice about it. you suppose the bags under your eyes must be quite heavy after the nosedive your life seems to have taken lately.

"charming, thanks for that." you mutter, teasingly raising your brows at him as you take another sip of your drink.

"sorry, sorry," he and soap both laugh, before he regards you with a more concerned look, "but seriously, you doin' alright?"

"i'm fine, just tired, you know how it is." you dismiss his question with a wave of your hand, hoping he'll drop the subject and you can get started on forgetting about the events of this week. "sorry for being late, by the way."

"make it up to us with another round?" soap wiggles an eyebrow at you, tilting his empty glass at you and nudging your arm. 

"since you asked so nicely," you say with a lighthearted roll of your eyes. they both give you a triumphant 'thanks!' as you slide out of the booth and begin making your way through the crowds of people to the bar.

as you approach, you see ghost standing by himself at the bar, a black surgical mask cover the lower half of his face, and before you can stop yourself your legs are already leading you to the empty spot next to him. as usual he doesn't acknowledge you, but you can't find it in yourself to care through the buzz of the alcohol in your system.

you flag down the bartender and order the drinks for the three of you while adamantly trying to ignore the large presence next to you; you'd barely started on your first drink, but you were going to need more than that to get through this, especially if you and ghost were going to be dancing around each other all night.

the next couple of hours are filled with you downing drink after drink, steadily becoming less and less intelligible as the night progresses. at some point gaz excused himself to go chat with price at the bar, leaving just you and soap at the table. though you couldn't see ghost when you looked over, you had no doubt he was lurking in some shadowy corner somewhere, just watching.

"he's just so…" you wave your hands around, willing johnny to somehow understand your point as the words escape you, "...y'know?"

"do i know?" he laughs, obviously very amused by your drunken state.

"mean! he's rude and uncooperative, and it pisses me off." you groan, pressing your fingers into your temples. venting to someone about ghost was somewhat cathartic for you, even if that someone was his closest friend.

"aye, that's not how you really feel though, is it?" soap raises his brow, that insufferably teasing smirk on his lips as he gives you a light nudge.

"wha–" you gawk, freezing in the motion of downing your drink – you'd lost count of how many you'd had at this point. you narrow your eyes and glare at him, "garrick… he grassed didn't he?"

"you think i needed him to tell me?" soap laughs again, and you feel your cheeks heat up at the thought that you were really that obvious. "but seriously, you should talk to him."

"i should, right? i mean… we live together, it's not unreasonable to ask him to be civil."

"exactly!" he exclaims, making encouraging gestures at you with his hands. "maybe you two can get a bit more than civil," he grins mischievously and wiggles his eyebrows at you, earning an embarrassed groan from you.

"oh, shut up soap." you hiss, gulping down the rest of your drink in one go. "i'm not drunk enough for this…"

after that conversation, your concept of time truly left the building, along with any reservations you had about moderation. eventually you do find time to say hi to price, though you think he was probably laughing at how out of your mind you were rather than the hilarious joke you told him.

you're not sure what time it is when gaz, soap, and the captain track you down to say goodnight, leaving the pub with much more coherency than you when ghost drags you out with him.

the freezing temperature hits you as soon as you step over the threshold, but thankfully there's more than enough alcohol in you to keep you warm.

you started the night fully intending to give ghost the cold shoulder, but that was hours and however many drinks ago; now you were long past the fun part of being wasted and the depressive nature of it all was hitting you hard.

"i wish you– you didn't hate me…" you mutter, dragging your feet as you follow behind ghost. he's not walking as quickly as he did yesterday, but even in your inebriated state you can tell he's making sure to stay ahead of you.

"i don't." he replies dismissively, evoking an exasperated, albeit rather dramatic sigh from you. of course he was going to argue about it, owning up and apologising would be far too mature.

"y–" you hiccup, "yeah you do," frustration lacing your voice. you slow your pace until you completely stop walking, staring at the back of his head with narrowed eyes.

"i don't hate you, sting." he sighs, half turning his body to look at you. "come on, keep walkin'." he gestures with his head.

"ugh…" you groan, but comply and stumble forward catch up to him again "then why're you such a fuckin' prick all the time?" you glare at the side of his masked face now that you're walking next to him.

he says nothing, doesn't even look at you. if you didn't know any better, you would doubt he even heard your question.

"i don't hate you, y'know…" you mumble,  crossing your arms over your chest. "even though you're so– so horrible to me all the time." the urge to cry overwhelms you, your eyes falling to your boots as you shuffle along.

"i'm n–"

"you are!" you interrupt, throwing your arms out to the side and stopping in your tracks again. "every day you say shit to me, i don't– i don't get it! i don't know what to do…" you sniffle, dragging a hand over your face and taking a wobbly step backwards, away from ghost. "why can't you just be nice? like everyone else?"

the night air is cold, and so tense you can almost feel it. ghost's hands curl into tight fists by his sides as he stares you down. 

"i'm your lieutenant, sting, not your mate." he states it like a common fact as he reaches an arm out to you, stepping towards you. "you're drunk, come here."

you don't let him get close, however, and take another few steps backwards. "but you're friends with soap, and gaz, and even the captain!" your eyes well up with tears, and despite your best efforts to stop them, you feel the hot sting of them rolling down your cheeks. "what did i do wrong? why can't you like me too?"

again, he does nothing but stare at you. he blinks once, then twice, in what you might call shock – if you could see his face through the way the world spins around you.

"i like you!" you cry. "i always have, and you– you don't have to like me back, but please," you close your eyes in an attempt to alleviate your sudden dizziness, "just stop being such a dickhead to me! you make my life so difficult, and– and miserable!"

"sting…" ghost mutters, watching as you crouch down on the pavement with your head in your hands. he steps closer again, reaching a hand out to awkwardly pat your shoulder. "is that why you got yourself hammered tonight?"

"yes!" you whine through your tears, your head still swimming and causing you to sway slightly. "like you care!"

"listen," he begins, but you quickly cut him off by lurching forward onto your hands and knees on the harsh pavement.

"i'm gonna throw up–"

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"i'm sorry," you blubber, feeling rather pathetic where you're slumped next to the toilet, "please don't kick me out," tears still fall into your lap, but you gave up wiping them away a while ago.

"what?" ghost mutters from next to you. his calloused hands were keeping you upright from where he's crouched beside you on the bathroom tile. "why the fuck would i kick you out?"

"be– because i'm annoying, a– and you hate me…"

he sighs, "do you really think that lowly of me? how many times have i gotta say it before it gets through your thick skull?" he gently raps his knuckles against your forehead, "i. don't. hate you."

when you only sniffle in response, he sighs again before shifting to sit with his back against the bath next to you.

"well you could've fooled me…" you mutter, letting yourself lean against his side when the effort of keeping yourself up gets too much. you feel him flinch slightly and tense underneath you, but he doesn't move.

"i'm not good with…" he pinches the bridge of his nose, his head tilted downwards and his eyes squeezed shut. "i'm not kickin' you out, alright? no matter how much you piss me off." he pauses, and all you can do is watch him with your mouth slightly agape; this is the most he's ever said to you in one go since you met all those months ago. "and i shouldn't have run off last night. i just… i didn't realise you actually wanted to be friends… with me."

"bu…" your voice trails off, train of thought completely abandoned when he looks over and meets your gaze with his rich brown eyes.

"you're… you– i, er…" his eyes dart away from yours, finding a spot on the wall behind you to stare intently at. a sudden wave of exhaustion floods your senses, dropping your head onto his shoulder and allowing your eyes to fall closed, interrupting whatever thought he was trying to articulate. "fuckin' hell, alright… you're drunk, let's just get you to bed, eh?" his voice is just about audible as he manoeuvres your arm over his shoulders and lifts you to stand with practically no input from you.

he all but drags you out of the bathroom, and if you had any shred of coherency left within you you'd be mortified that he had to take care of you like this, but that's something for you to deal with in the morning.

you're pulled into the the living room where ghost drops you rather unceremoniously onto the sofa-bed, tugging the blankets from underneath you and settling them on top of your already half asleep form.

"night ghosty…" your sigh is muffled with your face buried into the pillow, but he pauses in the doorway when he hears it.

"goodnight, sting." he mumbles, before quietly shutting the door and letting you drift to sleep.

you wake up the next morning – or rather afternoon, since it was already one o'clock – with an absolutely splitting headache. it was expected, obviously, but it didn't stop you whining in pain as you sat up and clutched your head. how much did you end up drinking last night?

last night. right. it was all coming back to you now. you'd cried at ghost again, for the second night running, and even though he said he wasn't kicking you out, you would seriously prefer living on the streets to facing him right now.

you reluctantly emerge from the living room and squint at the bright daylight, groaning pitifully when your head pulses. maybe you should save yourself the trouble and just go back to sleep.

"so, you survived the night." ghost's voice calls from the kitchen, sounding incredibly unimpressed. you cringe at his words, naively hoping that he'd pretend the night before didn't happen like you so desperately wanted to.

"did i?" you grumble, walking through the doorway to find him sitting at the kitchen table, clad in his usual balaclava. you lean against the counter and massage your temples, "feel like i've been shot…"

"maybe you'll keep your head on straight next time. i don't want a repeat of that."

you purse your lips. "right…" you mutter, no energy left in you to come up with a retort.

"i had to drag you home, cryin' your eyes out." he gets up as he speaks, grabbing his cup and skirting around you to place it in the sink. he keeps his distance, but you see him watching you from the corner of your eye. "anyone would'a thought i was kidnappin' you."

"oh god…" you bury your face in your hands, your face heating up with the humiliation of the memory, "i'm sorry,"

"s'alright." he mumbles, still opting to gaze out of the window rather than meet your eyes. you blink in surprise at his short dismissal, but before you can formulate a response, he speaks again. "have a shower, sting. you stink."

you open your mouth to argue, but quickly forget about that idea. he was right, of course. without another word, you scurry out of the kitchen and lock yourself in the bathroom. you drag your hand over your face, willing the floor to just swallow you whole already.

you might as well have just died in your sleep, because you can't see ghost letting you live any of this down for as long as you live; though, as you stand there contemplating fleeing the country, you notice that he hadn't been nearly as pissed as you'd expected him to be this morning. you'd anticipated him grilling you about how careless you'd been and how irresponsible it was to drink that much, but the light teasing you'd endured just now felt more like the kind of banter you witnessed between him and soap, or gaz.

you can't help the giddy smile that overtakes you, your killer hangover nearly forgotten in favour of the thought of him finally letting you get close to him.

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[stop-talking]

You're his ex, but he's desperate for a babysitter. (pt. 4)

Mike Schmidt x fem reader

2.4k words + 300 word epilogue

Tags: 18+, mike x fem reader, no use of y/n, exes, enemies to lovers, slowburn? sassy mike, sassy reader, pet names, banter, angst, fluff, comfort, happy ending.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

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Mike sits at his kitchen table, trying not to nod off into his cereal. Today is a quiet day. A lazy day. His one day off.

Except, not really. There's always work to be done. He just has to figure out what today's work would be. He's caught up on laundry and dishes, the house isn't too much of a mess... Hm. Maybe he should finally fix the dripping pipe in the bathroom. Or the living room window that's been stuck for years. Or one of the million other things wrong with his house.

He sighs and goes to take a bite of his cereal, only to realize he forgot the milk. Damn it. When he opens the fridge, he stands face to face with a little blue dolphin stuffed animal. Right... Abby's still testing him. He leaves it alone, she'll see it when she gets home from school and assume her "spell" still works. Pfft.

Mike nearly drops the milk mid-pour when he hears the phone ring.

*click.*

"Hello?" He mumbles groggily, a little annoyed to have his morning brooding interrupted.

"Hey, Mike? You free at all today?"

He immediately perks up at the sound of your voice. It's been two days since he last saw you, and he honestly wasn't sure if you'd ever speak to him again.

"Yeah, uh... It's my day off, actually."

"Good. I'm using that 2nd favor."

Mike's heart races. If this favor is going to be anything like the last one, he was definitely up for it.

"Oh? Missing me already, sweetheart?"

"As if. I need you to build me a shelf."

A shelf? Well, that was unexpected. Hm. Better than nothing.

"What, like build it from scratch? Are you expecting me to buy the boards, or-"

"No. I have all the pieces. It just needs to be assembled."

"You can't assemble a shelf?" Mike scoffs, but secretly he's pleased. Sounds like you just want an excuse to have him over.

"Mike. You know I'm no good with tools."

No, he didn't know that actually. Liar. You definitely just wanted to see him again. God, he felt giddy.

"Mhm. Sure."

"Just get your ass over here, Schmidt."

"Woah, what's with the attitude, Princess? I'm here to help." He can't help but let some smugness seep into his tone. Okay, more than some. He's a cocky bastard and he knows it.

"I've been working on the damn thing all morning. Almost three hours now. Not in the mood, jackass."

Shit. You sounded sincere. And really pissed off. Then again, what kind of a shelf took three hours to assemble? The fuck was it? A jigsaw puzzle?

"Alright, alright. I'll be over soon. See ya."

Mike slumps against the counter as you grumble something incoherent and slam the phone down. Damn, what is he getting himself into this time?

Only one way to find out.

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When Mike finally arrives at your apartment half an hour later, he feels a bit silly. He put on a nice shirt and trousers to come see you, and here you are in sweats and a baggy t-shirt. Figures.

"Call for a handyman?" He greets you with a teasing smile, holding up his old rusted toolbox as he makes his way inside.

"Pfft. Someone's happy to see me."

Mike can't really say anything to that, so he doesn't try. He is happy to see you, even if you have attitude problems and dress like a bum.

"So, I bought the damn thing from a friend-of-a-friend, who got it at a garage sale. I swear, it has to be missing some parts or something, because-"

He nods as you rattle on and lead him to your bedroom, but he's only half-listening. He looks around your apartment, taking it all in. It's been at least six months since he last came over, probably longer. It doesn't look to have changed much. He likes your apartment. It's cozy.

"Anyways... can you fix it?"

Mike pauses in the doorway of your bedroom as you give him a sheepish smile and gesture to something in the corner.

Holy hell. Is that supposed to be a shelf? Mike can't help but think that the hideous agglomeration of boards and screws would only be good as a fire-starter. It looks more like a pile than a shelf.

"Uhh..." He bites his cheek, desperately trying not to burst into a fit of laughter. Maybe you really weren't lying about the whole "no good with tools" thing.

He finally loses it when you groan and flop down on the bed, hiding your face in a pillow.

"Ughh... Laugh at me, whatever. Just fix it."

"Jesus Christ. This has to be the sorriest excuse for a shelf I've ever seen. Sure you don't want me to haul it to the junkyard instead?" He snorts, sitting down on the edge of your bed and looking with disdain at the half-assedly assembled shelf.

Mike immediately shuts his mouth when you glare at him. Oops, right, you're in a bad mood.

"I mean, uh... you tried?" He laughs, shaking his head in amusement. He still can't believe you're actually this inept when it comes to assembly.

"Get to work, Schmidt."

Mike yelps as you kick him off the bed, but doesn't bother retaliating. He just grabs his toolbox and sits on the floor, examining the so-called "shelf".

"Well, the first step is going to be un-doing everything you did."

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You lie on your stomach in bed, chin propped up on your hands as you kick your feet in the air and ponder the sight before you. Mike's back is turned to you as he quietly works away taking apart the monstrosity you assembled.

"How long is this gonna take?"

"Well, If it wasn't so..." He trails off, glancing at you and choosing his words more carefully.

"...sturdy, it'd be a lot easier to take apart."

"Hm? What do you mean?"

He gives you an incredulous look and gestures to a series of nails in a corner where two boards meet. It does look pretty ridiculous, the sharp ends pointing out the other side. Not your best work.

"You put nails in it, sweetheart." He scoffs.

"How else was I supposed to keep it together?" You give him your best pout, and gloat internally when he has to turn away. He's absolutely infatuated with you. Even the back of his neck is pink.

"It comes with screws for a reason, ya know."

"There's a difference?"

He turns and gives you a flat look, and you laugh. Damn. You can play dumb with him, but maybe not that dumb. Noted.

Still, it's a little boring just laying there and watching him grumble and pull nails from wood. You can't really mess with him too much either, because you really do what him to fix the stupid shelf.

"You want something to drink?" You finally break the silence, under the guise of trying to be a good hostess.

"Pfft. Need some whiskey to deal with this bullshit." He snorts, pulling yet another nail free. He'd almost gotten one board off. One. This was gonna take a while.

"I was thinking more along the lines of soda or tea."

"Jack and Coke, then?"

"Mike. It's hardly past noon."

"So?" He scoffs. "For me, this is like... evening, or something. I dunno. Sleep schedule's fucked with this new job."

That answer makes you pause.

"What is it you do now, anyway?"

He groans, finally prying one of the boards free of the clusterfuck.

"Night guard. Told you already, remember?" He tries to shrug the question off, but you're nosy.

"Where?"

"Uhh... Freddy Fazbear's Pizza..."

"Speak up."

"Ugh. It's this stupid rundown hellhole pizzeria. Honestly dunno why anyone would wanna break in there anyways. It's a dump."

"What kind of a pizzeria needs a night guard? Or any guard?"

"The haunted kind."

You decide not to ask about that, simply shaking your head as you walk to the door. He's truly a loon. A loveable loon, unfortunately.

"Just tell me what you want to drink, Mikey, or I'm getting you water."

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Mike sits on the floor of your bedroom sipping his glass of water and wondering how he got here. If you'd told him a week ago he'd be building his witch of an ex-girlfriend a shelf, he would've gagged. Now...? Well, he just wants to go join you on that bed.

"So are you really just gonna sit there and look pretty while I do all the work?"

"Aww, you think I'm pretty, Mikey? You smile, lying on the bed with your feet kicking in the air, giving him a look of pure adoration. It wasn't hard to do.

"Pretty annoying, yeah." He turns away with a scoff, returning to his work. If only he could get this stupid nail untangled from the other two... why would anyone use this many nails?

"You know, I think I liked you better gagged."

"Oh I know, sweetheart. I could see it in those evil eyes of yours." He can't help but smirk a bit at the comment, though. Sometimes he liked himself better gagged, too. He shakes the thought away and keeps working.

"Why can't you just get on hands and knees and beg me to take you back already?" You huff dramatically and roll over onto your back, letting your head fall over the edge of the bed. He looks silly from this angle. Upside-down.

That question nearly makes Mike drop his tools. Were you serious?

"Why? So you can laugh me off again?"

Ouch. It was true you'd turned him down the last time he'd tried it, but that was six months ago.

"Maybe if you used those big brown puppy eyes of yours on me."

That only earns you a grunt, so you verbally prod him again.

"Besides, why can't I do both? Laugh at you, then take you back? Sounds fun."

"Pfft. Fun? To toy with me? You'd probably break up with me all over again just for shits and giggles." He responds bitterly, still refusing to turn around.

"Mikey. Look at me." You roll back over onto your stomach and rest your chin in your hands as he slowly meets your gaze.

"I didn't break up with you just for shits and giggles. You know that. I'm not letting you sit there and wallow in self-pity."

Mike goes stiff from your words, but your tone is soft, and your eyes even softer. You're still giving him that adoring look. Damn it.

"Well maybe I'd rather wallow in self pity than admit you were right all along."

"You've had six months to wallow. Grow a pair and come kiss me."

He can't say no to that. Not when you look at him that way. He shuffles over, kneeling by the side of your bed. On his knees for you again, damnit.

You kiss him. It's different from the lustful, sloppy kiss you shared last time. This one makes you feel warm. You kiss him again. And again.

Mike really doesn't want this to end, but the knot in his stomach forces him to pull away. He has to ask.

"Why? Why are you doing this, I mean? Do you really want... to take me back?" He sputters, looking down at the floor.

"I'm not completely sure yet." You answer honestly, shifting and lying back on the bed.

Damn. That's not the answer he wanted to hear.

"Are you-"

"Come here."

When you pat the spot next to you in bed, Mike melts. He's a wreck right now, but still wants nothing more than to be with you, in every sense of the word. He silently complies.

"It's not about right and wrong, you know. As much as I love being told I'm right." You give him a soft smile, breaking the silence and placing your hand on top of his as you both lie on your sides.

Damn it. He'd done this with you before, this and so much more. Why was such a small touch turning him to goo?

"What isn't?"

"The breakup. It's about growing as a person. As people. Both of us." You lace your fingers with his, and can't help but laugh as his face reaches a level of pink you've never seen before.

"And what exactly am I supposed to be growing out of?"

"Pfft. I don't know, the emotional unavailability? The way you never made time for me? Constant irritability?" You start to dramatically list off his flaws, using your free hand to count on your fingers.

"Okay, okay. I get it." He huffs, and grabs your hand before you can make fun of him more. Instead, he guides it to his side, pulling you in a little closer.

"And you're miss perfect?"

"No. 'Course not. I have flaws too." You give him a sly smile, and start listing your own "faults".

"Too hot and sexy, too intelligent, too kind, amazing, sweet and caring..."

That's as far as you get before Mike scoots closer, burying his face in your neck and giving you a playful nip.

"Too arrogant." He adds with a laugh, wrapping his arm around you and letting himself melt further into you.

"My arrogance is one of my best qualities, thank you." You reply haughtily, sliding your hand up his back and into his hair.

Mike couldn't speak, even if he could somehow find the right words to say. Everything in this moment felt so right. His arm around you. Your fingers in his hair. He lets out a soft groan instead.

You aren't exactly eager to let go of this moment either, and just hold him for a few minutes. It feels nice to play with his soft brown curls.

"I'll do better. Please." He finally mumbles something to you, not bothering to move his face from where it's buried in the crook of your neck.

"Please what, Mikey?"

"Take me back."

He finally pulls back, just enough to give you a glimpse of those puppy eyes of his. Damn it. How could you even think of saying no?

"Yeah. Okay."

You both lean in for another round of soft passionate kisses, and Mike feels himself relax completely. His stomach unknots and his mind goes numb. For the first time in months, he feels completely safe.

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"So does this mean you'll babysit for me again?"

"Go finish the shelf, Schmidt."

"Yes, Princess."

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♡ Epilogue ♡

Over the past few weeks, you and Mike had fallen into a sort of rhythm.

He never did end up finding a new babysitter, and besides, you're the only one who could ever get Abby to finish her dinner. You had to graduate her from daily witching lessons to weekly ones, though, convincing her she needed to study for the more advanced spells. Secretly, Mike was just losing track of which objects in his house were supposedly invisible. It was quite amusing to watch.

Mike's favorite part of the day was coming home to you already asleep in his bed, and waking you up with a kiss. He'd then either lie down in bed while you shower, or hop in there with you, depending on how you felt. Either way, he loved the view.

The conflicting schedules made things complicated, but you were able to work around it. Mike slept better with you holding him, and consequentially, was a lot more agreeable. He did his best to make more time for both you and Abby.

He even started to open up to you for once, letting you take on some of his burdens. This man sure had a lot of guilt. You were certain he hadn't yet told you everything, but he told you enough. At least you finally knew what the fucking NEBRASKA poster on the ceiling was for. Now you kind of felt bad for all the times you teased him about it the first time you dated.

As for the damn shelf... well, he finished it. It was still hideous, but it was functional. There were holes in it from the nails, and the wood had even started to splinter in a few spots. You couldn't bring yourself to get rid of it, though. Not after how much work you both put into it. Even if most of Mike's work revolved around un-doing yours.

It definitely wasn't a perfect relationship, not by far. But Mike never promised to be the perfect boyfriend. He just promised to be better.

And he was, bit by bit, every day. Better. ♡

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Author's note:

Thank you all for the love!! This was my first time writing a fanfic of any kind so I'm really happy so many of you enjoyed it. Feels good to bring the story to an end.

Feel free to send me a request, I'd love to write more fics about Mike. Or any other J-hutch character for that matter, Mikey is just my favorite <3

[dabluekitty]

This was suppose to be a doll room but I got lazy drawing the dolls.

This is basically one of the what-if game over scenes or cutscenes for this AU which is named Wind Up Funk.

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Okay, so what is this AU?

It's called Wind Up Funk. The theme being centered around eerie, dark, and whimsical. I'd say "horror theme" but when you read the rest of the info I'll leave it up to you all to decide if it can be classified as such cuz I dunno yet.

Originally, I was just gonna have the Ballerina Boyfriend thing be just a one off thing, but after I drew a redesign of BF's tutu/ballerina dress. It got my gears turning to make a dark-themed AU that has several bad endings.

If this were to have it's own mod it'd have multiple outcomes.

The image you are seeing right now is supposedly a bad ending, or cut scene where as you can see from the key on BF's back. He is turning into a doll starting from the inside and will eventually reach outside. Making him have doll joints eventually.

The story is that BF and GF encounter someone whom is an enemy of Daddy Dearest. (Probably someone who got cursed or sumthin) and as revenge the mysterious enemy was going to target GF. But of course, BF gets in the way and beats the opponent 2 times in a song battle.

The third tho Is where sh*t hits the fan.

Boyfriend ended up with the wind up key on his back that was originally for GF. But the enemy found this strange turn of events interesting so he uses a brainwashed Ballerina BF against GF to which BF wins against her.

The result being GF getting knocked out due to being injured from BF's abilities that inflict damage when he is winning a battle.

Pico thankfully prevents GF from being harmed further by rescuing her, while the enemy takes BF as a prize since he did pretty heavy damage to GF and not to mention losing BF causes GF emotional pain.

GF does of course plan her revenge against the mysterious enemy and plans to look for BF and save him.

Pico tagging along with her.

It's basically a race against the clock thing that if they do not reach BF on-time he will permanently turn into a doll once the transformation is complete.

The transformation takes like 5 months cause it is slowly turning him into a doll from the inside and will start turning him from the outside once all his organs have turned into mechanisms and such.

Only way to get the key to stop spinning is to defeat BF in a song/dance battle.

The image here is BF being in a doll room (If I wasn't lazy to draw dolls -_-) pretty much staring at cha with a happy yet empty look.

Hopefully I did good at making this look haunting.

I'll probably draw more cutscenes or multiple ending scenes if I'm in the mood or have time to.

[gayautisticraccoon]

15 questions, 15 people

I was tagged by @fr-wiwiw! Haven't done this before so thank you for that!

1. Are you named after anyone?

Nope!

2. When was the last time you cried?

Literally last night lol

I'm fine trust xD

3. Do you have kids?

No. Never even been in a relationship but also never want kids for various reasons

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Ye, probably a little too much. And due to the way I talk thanks to my tism people often don't realize I'm being sarcastic LOL makes for some very awkward moments sometimes but I'm trying to get better at that lol

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Not sure tbh! Probably the outfit and choices they made about their appearance like Tattoos and Piercings. I just love seeing peoples different styles

6. What's your eye colour?

Blue C:

7. Scary movie or happy ending?

I enjoy both but my silly little brain needs it's happy endings tbh, I'm already depressed enough as is LOL

8. Any special talents?

Not that I can think of tbh. I am a very average person LOL

9. Where were you born?

A small town in the North West of Germany ^^

10. What are your hobbies?

Gaming, watching movies/shows, reading fanfic, indulging in fan content in general, listening to music

11. Do you have pets?

Nope! I used to have a bunny and 7 mice though but haven't had any pets since then. I hope one day I can get a pet raccoon, I love them sm

12. What sports do you/have you played?

I don't exercise like at all (I know, I'm fat n lazy but I just cannot find any activity I enjoy, fight me). I used to do gymnastics back in elementary school and was in a tennis club during 6th grade but as I said, nothing ever really stuck with me. P.E. was my worst nightmare back in school

13. How tall are you?

173cm (5'7'' in freedom units I believe?)

14. Favourite subject in high school?

English 100%

15. Dream job?

Funny thing, this topic has been bugging me for a while. I never planned on making it past the age of 16 so here I am at the ripe age of 24 working in retail with no idea what to do with my future. I studied Media Design (so like Digital Art n stuff) but I can't see myself actually working in that field tbh, I mostly did it to not do nothing after graduating. My brain just shuts off as soon as it becomes mandatory to be creative. That and I don't think I'd be good enough for a proper job in the field. So yea, I'm just kinda rolling with it for now lol

I'm not sure who to tag so I'll just leave this open and say anyone who hasn't been tagged and wants to participate can join in on the fun!

[edensrose]

˚◞❀˳ a proper farewell

god that title sounds dramatic as fuck so let me just clear things up immediately: no, I'm not leaving tumblr, I will still be very manageable to reach and interact. what I am drifting away from is the tolkien fandom — and since this place, despite my hardships, has meant so much to me - I decided to give it a proper little farewell, to the people who made everything count. along with a little explanation for my decision while shedding light on my experience. ( I'll try to be brief )

I joined the tolkien fandom while writing for thranduil, it's here I gained my following in the fanbase and things went quite smoothly. however, upon beginning to write for mairon, then melkor and then later the ainur — I saw an increase in hate anons. something I have experienced before, natural of a multi fandom blog, but never to this degree. initially I assumed it was because I was simply growing larger as a blog, and perhaps that is the reason — but from what I noticed, I was battling with a bunch of chronically online people who simply could not handle my love for. . . "problematic characters"

I never understood it, really. I never saw other ainur blogs getting the hate I did - I guess I'll truly never know. had I done something? was my writing just not good enough? were my vibes off? over the time I've been called things like two faced, fake, a romanticiser of abuse, lazy for not filing out requests, been told I shouldn't write reader inserts, told to kms and other graphic incidents ( such as people sending death threats and actual gore to my inbox ). this branched from burner accounts to anons, and I could just never understand why me. a quick gander at the #clownon tag and you'll find some of the instances in which I've been harassed.

I genuinely thought my writing was the issue.

which demotivated me from writing for quite some time. could I have turned anon off? sure, but that would have meant that the anons I'd frequently interact with would most likely not come around anymore. it meant a decline in requests, it meant just a crippling factor to my blog in general, so I chose to ignore. but it got hard to eventually. I was bullied for liking a god with big wings just because for crying out loud.

I've tried to fake being okay. fake being strong and unwavering about the hate, but I just couldn't anymore. and that's okay.

it wasn't all tears and hardships though. I have made very good friends through the tolkien fandom, many of which I consider close. from @bluezenzennie to @kiatheinsomniac — @a-contemplation-upon-flowers , @cilil , @someoneinthestars and so so many more. it'd take me forever to tag and honestly my heart is squeezing so much listing these few down already. they made fandom fun, whether it was our silly little play fights or collabs or you name it. those of you that have spent time to tell me about your day on anon or send in the nicest of things. I haven't forgotten them, and I cherish them, but it's time for me to go

am I sad? fucking of course. a part of me found so much comfort here and in these characters. I've spent hours on end developing lore for aus or designing aesthetics for writing — just writing and pumping out content or blogs, everything and anything I could do. and while I don't regret those times - the way I've been treated in response hurts. which is why I've made this decision.

I'm growing as a person too. I'm writing a book now, I've got an oc blog to promote that book that I'm working hard on ( @valentine-cafe ) , things are looking good. does this mean I'm just gonna disappear? of course not. I plan on staying around, getting back into request writing ( for other fandoms ) and still interacting and supporting my tolkien moots and friends. will I be writing or creating content for tolkien? probably not. at least not in the foreseeable future. the characters I once loved and cherished have now been ruined for me. I've been made to feel embarrassed for loving manwe and namo to the degree that I have, and I don't see myself being able to write for ainur without thinking of all the shit I've gotten for doing so.

regardless, I'll be here still. and while I might not be your local valarfucker anymore, I hope to be your rose still 🩷 thank you so much for two and a half years, I love you all dearly

[lacedteatime]

"Lazy" is your first and only thought, really?

I've had an issue with this for a while. In the first few days of UA, Aizawa assumed that Izuku was lazy in not training his quirk, and Bakugou assumed that Izuku had been hiding his quirk.

These conclusions are lackluster.

Late bloomers are a fanon thing, so I'll leave that out, but there are multiple other explanations that the other characters could have come to if they were as smart as Horikoshi tried to write them as.

OFA was shown to break Izuku horribly. What parent would let their child use their quirk if it had that effect? Medical costs are low in Japan, but it would build up, and it would leave Izuku with permanent damage (and has, so it is a valid concern). It would have been better writing for Aizawa to have "realized" this. Bakugou canonically wouldn't due to his belief that everything and everyone revolves around him, but... Actually, Aizawa wasn't narratively written as introspective in that arc, just as someone who says a lot of things learned from experience. That isn't a true indicator of forward thinking. So perhaps this whole post is pointless.

Who cares, I'm petty.

Another reason could have been that he saw Ochako about to be crushed by the 0-pointer and had a quirk awakening, causing a minor strength quirk to evolve into a major strength quirk without the protections the body of someone who originally had such a quirk would have. This would be a less likely conclusion to come to, but it would be something a teacher might consider while wondering why a kid with no control of his quirk due to "laziness" would go to such extremes to save someone in a test for no points after not getting any points with that power. This is probably the weakest explanation because of how quirk awakenings seemed to have been thought up by the author well past these arcs, and theytherefore might not have existed in canon before their introduction.

A third reason could just be that the Midoriyas are a law-abiding family. Quirks cannot be used publicly without a license, and using OFA (Superpower to those not in the know) in private would likely destroy their apartment and the ones around it. There isn't really a way around this. The first reason combined with this one would be a very reasonable and responsible explanation for why Izuku might have not touched it outside of its activation.

This becomes a little more complicated when you factor in Bakugou and try to question his reaction, as I am doing. What comes next will likely be pointless due to how Bakugou reacted without thinking in the scenes during Aizawa's and All Night's classes (I use Eraserhead's real name because he teaches as himself instead of his hero persona while All Might teaches as his hero persona).

Once Bakugou calmed down, he could have come to the same conclusions, though he would still think Izuku had been hiding a quirk. However. Inko would know that Izuku could have been pressured into demonstrating his quirk by his peers, thus breaking him and his surroundings. She might have decided to tell Izuku to pretend he was quirkless at school. This information wouldn't be shared with Bakugou.

It would likely not be shared with Bakugou's parents either, as we have no evidence that the two moms were actually friends. That's another bit of fanon. Sure, Mitsuki was protective of Inko the one time they interacted, but who's to say that she wouldn't have been like that with any other person she just met? If they were friends, I feel like that would have been shown to push the "rivalry" message from Horikoshi. Bakugou and Izuku weren't even shown to be that close of friends either -- Bakugou was arguably closer with mini Tsubasa and finger boy.

Anyway! I'm done, I think, but feel free to come up with your own explanations characters could have considered if you want to talk about it!

My next post will be more anti-Bakugou (I know this one doesn't fit the tag too much, but if I don't include it, I might have to interact with stans), whenever that may be, but I've had this stewing for years

[caitylove]

20 questions for fic writers

I was tagged by @holy-ships-x-red-lips! Thank you so much for the tags. You have given me a lovely way to procrastinate right now. :)

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? Only 16, but there are also fics out there on LJ that I was too lazy (or were just too bad) to find on the group events I posted on and port over. There are also some other ff.net fics on another account that I forgot about, but were from when I was in high school so totally not bringing those over either.

2. What's your total Ao3 word count? 78,839. I expect that to drastically change once I start publishing my one long wip...

3. What fandoms do you write for? Currently I mostly write Battlestar Galactica (spaceparents ftw) and some The Closer/Major Crimes (I'm a Brenda/Sharon heathen. ) But in the past I wrote for Rizzoli and Isles and Grey's Anatomy. There's also some X-files fic out there and a CSI one somewhere.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Caffeine (Rizzoli & Isles): What happens when Maura consumes an excessive amount of caffeine?

So major note this fic is literally like 12 years old. And super short. And honestly not good lol.

Break All The Rules For You (The Closer/Major Crimes): Sharon Raydor has a list of rules she lives her life by. But Brenda Leigh Johnson very might be the catalyst for her to break each and every one.

This is actually my current active posting WIP. I'm amused it got so many kudos so fast. Guess I'm not the only heathen out there. :)

Frak Me Red (Battlestar Galactica): Wanting Laura to feel good about herself, Bill finds her the perfect gift and they spend an exciting weekend away on shore leave aboard Cloud 9.

Part of my Cosmetics Series. This was a blast and like 70% pure smut.

Pain Management (Battlestar Galactica): Dealing with pain during her cancer treatments, Laura is suggested an unorthodox treatment plan.

This was actually my first fic back after a ten year writing hiatus... :) Never let anyone tell you that you can't return after a long time away.

Spray and Stay (Battlestar Galactica): Laura has a secret addiction that is slowly running out and she can't help but show off her addiction to Bill.

The first part of my Cosmetics Series. Also 50% smut. :)

5. Do you respond to comments? Absolutely. So, I work from home and like responding to them instead of working sometimes.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? So I don't have a ton of angst honestly. So I guess the ending of Auburn Sunsets, Starlit Nights (Battlestar Galactica) is the angstiest? (Or meanest?)

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? So like 80% of my stuff is smut... so they all have HAPPY ENDINGS. *snicker*. But I guess I'll go with Frak Me Red ?

8. Do you get hate on fics? Not really. Probably did on some of my old FF.net stuff but don't care enough to go back and look.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Yes. Like thats half of what I write. :)

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? Not in a long time. But once upon a time I wrote a Grey's Anatomy Zombie fic that had a Doctor House appearance. Its somewhere on LJ. It was BAD, but I am so tempted to find it now for my own amusement.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I am aware of

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope. Feel free to reach out if you want to tho.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? No, but definitely open to it.

14. What's your all time favorite ship? So probably Bill/Laura(Spaceparents) from BSG. But Also have a soft spot for Sharon/Brenda (The Closer), MSR (The X-Files), Swan Queen, Janeway/Chakotay, Femshep/Garrus, to name a few.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Love Games. My 12 year old the Closer fic I never finished. May rewrite it one day but I will never just finish it as it exists today.

16. What are your writing strengths? I like to think I do a lot of emotional introspection well. And Smut. I can do smut.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Honestly, I struggle with dialogue.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? As long as its translated or explained, I'm fine with it. Probs would never do it, cause my language skills suck, but wouldn't mind reading.

19. First fandom you wrote for? CSI! I wrote a Grissom/Sara fic back in the day. I was in like High School.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

Thats like asking me my favorite children! My favorite is one I am still writing and haven't published yet, The Symposium of the Stars. One day it'll make an appearance.

But for published? I really loved Auburn Sunsets, Starlit Nights. I have a soft spot for it.

Tagging: @lavenderknivess, @mimine666, @madelineusherspearls. @ofhouseusher, @cryscal, @fracktastic, and anyone else who feels like it :)

[tangerinesgf]

You Look Happier Pt.2

Tangerine x fem!reader

Summary: Tangerine left because he thought you’d be better off without him, but neither of you really moved on.

Tags/Warnings: language, jealousy, smut, bit of angst, cheating

Disclaimer: English is not my first language and I didn’t proofread it, cuz I'm lazy and really wanted to get this out there :)

A/N: this got a bit longer than I intended it to be, but I was having too much fun with it so I couldn’t help myself. Hope you like it too!!

18+ Minors DNI!!

Tangerine had been sure leaving you had been the right decision. It’s like he said on the night he left, what he had to offer you was no life, no matter how much he loved you. He still believed that. He also still loved you. 

That made the way you had talked to him sting ever more. You had every right to hate him. Tangerine certainly hated himself for leaving you, but he had seen no other option at that time. 

Of course you had moved on. He didn’t expect you to just wait around for him all your life in the hope that one day he would change his mind. Partially because up till one week ago, he’d never planned to. 

Yet here he was in his car outside of you apartment building, deciding if he ought to go in or not. Tangerine knows he shouldn’t, he left you. He had made that decision. Then how come he’s here, almost crawling back to you after he saw you with some guy that wasn’t him. Fucking hypocritical it is. 

He started at your window for another 10 minutes before finally giving in. Fuck it. If he was gonna do it he might as well get it over with. He slammed his car door shut and pulled his coat together, making his way over to the entrance of the building. 

As he walked up the stairs to your apartment he thought of what he was going to say, but by the time he was standing in front of your door his mind was still blank. 

He was about to knock on the door, finally having found the courage when he heard a voice coming up behind him.

“Hey.” Tangerine recognized the man from the pictures in your apartment. Your boyfriend. He looked okay, fancy with his grey suit and slicked back hair. Guess you had a type. 

“Hello.” 

“Can I help you?” 

Fuck, yeah... what was he doing here exactly?

“Uh, yeah, I used to be friends with your partner, thought I’d stop by, but if you’re busy I can always come back later.” Meaning never, Tangerine didn’t think he’d find the courage in himself to try this again. 

“Nonsense, we’re about to have dinner, I’m sure she’d love to see an old friend.” 

Great...he’s fuckin' polite too.

Tangerine gives him a smile he hopes doesn’t come off as forced and steps aside so the fancy prick can open the door. He just now realizes he doesn’t actually know his name. 

“I’m Richard by the way.” introducing himself as he walks inside.

“Tangerine.” he mumbled back, not really in the mood for any fruit related questions. 

At the reveal of his name, nothing happens on the man's face, no sort of recognition, suggesting he's never heard about Tangerine before. Meaning you'd never mentioned him, at least not by his name. He shouldn’t care, you were allowed to move on. That’s all Tangerine had wanted when he left, for you to find someone better then him.

Maybe you had referred to him as your 'arsehole ex'. He wouldn't blame you if you did.

However before Richard can respond, you walked into the living room, probably having heard the front door.  

"Hey, honey."

You immediately ran for your boyfriend, completely missing Tangerine standing awkwardly by the door as you hugged him.

The man pulled back to give you a kiss on your cheek, then gesturing to Tangerine who had to watch all of that while trying not to vomit.

"Look who I found at the front door."

The smile on your face fell instantly once your eyes landed on Tangerine.

"Tangerine?" You breathed out just loud enough for him to hear on the other side of the room.

Richard was still painfully obliviously to the situation at hand.

"Why don't you two catch up and I'll get supper ready, hopefully you made enough for 3."

"Oh that won't be necessary, love, Tangerine's not staying." You said looking straight into his eyes. "He has places to be, don’t ya Tan?"

He was gonna say yes and just leave. He really was, but apparently his brain had other plans. “Actually I’m free all night, darlin’.” 

'Darling' was whispered just loud enough so only you could hear it. You glared daggers at him, what in the hell was he up to?

"Wonderful.” Richard shouted from the kitchen.

Dinner was one of the hardest things he’d ever had to sit through. It was in moments like this Tangerine wished he had better social skills. He had to admit you were fairly good at pretending the two of you were actually old friends, painfully good. 

Richard was probably one of the nicest guys he’d ever met. God knows he wouldn’t have just let an old friend who also happened to be a guy visit you out of the blue. There was always a reason beyond just catching up, Tangerine himself was the perfect example of that. 

He should be happy for you, he couldn’t imagine that the prick wasn’t giving you everything you deserved and more. But seeing the two of you looked at each other and the way he kept his hand firm on your thigh he couldn’t help but think that it should be him. 

His jealousy is acting up again and he hates it. Both you and Lemon told him he should talk to someone, but he never did. He didn’t need it without you. The longer the night went on the more frustrated he got. The kissing and stomach-churning pet names were driving him fuckin’ insane.

Just as he went to put his arm around you again, Tangerine’s self-restraint broke.

"Will you quit fuckin' doing that?" He regretted it the moment the words left his mouth. He couldn’t help it, it just slipped out. Richard just stared at him in confusion, while you on the other hand

“Tangerine, can I talk to you? In private.” you said, wrangling yourself out of Richard’s grip to stand up.

He was sure you could see the frustration on his face, not quite sure how Richard didn’t notice since Tangerine felt like he was about to explode. 

“Of course, yeah.” 

He followed you to your bedroom, waiting until you locked the door behind you. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you? You look like you’re about to burst a fucking vein.” At that moment it looked like you yourself might burst one, clearly agitated by his childish behavior. 

“What's wrong with me?! That fucker is holding onto you like he fuckin' owns you.” Tangerine knows he has no right to be bothered by it, but he can’t help it. 

“We’re dating, Tan, you used to do the exact same thing, remember?” you said matter-of-factly. 

He did in fact remember that. God did he miss the feeling of you tucked into his side as the two of you fell asleep on the couch to your favorite show.

“Yea, but he’s not me.” Tangerine stated as he took a step towards you. 

“The fuck is that supposed to mean?” 

“It means, love, that every time that prick touches you I want to cut his fuckin’ arms off.” Another step.

Tangerine slightly lifted your chin up with his hand. You didn’t recall when he had gotten so close to you. For a moment you stay like that, a loud silence filling the room. 

The next moment his lips were on yours, kissing you hard. His hands roamed all over you from your hair to the curves of your body. There were no words that could describe how much he missed this. Missed you.

For a moment you allowed yourself to kiss him back, getting lost in the way his lips felt on yours. It was too long before you fully registered what was happening. Too long before you finally pushed Tangerine away from you.

“The hell was that?” You tried to get your breathing under control as you backed away from him.

Tangerine could tell you were trying to come off as angry, but found it impossible to take you seriously. Your lips were slightly puffed and your cheeks were red. Hair messed up from where he had grabbed at it before. God you were beautiful.

“Tangerine, why did you come here?” 

“Because I thought I could move on, that I could forget about ya, but it’s been 2 years and I still think about you every single day.” You could tell from the way he’s looking at you that it’s true, but that didn’t change anything. He still left you. 

"You have no right." You scoffed. 

"You can't just come in here and expect me to throw away my entire life for you after you left me!” You said, careful not to yell too loud. 

“You don't think I know that? You think I like being like this, love?” Tangerine stepped closer again. You tried to back away, but were met with the wall behind you.

“Stop calling me that.” 

Tangerine was now hovering over you, trapping you between his body and the wall. “I tried so fuckin’ hard not to love you, to let you go, but the truth is that I can’t. I need you.”

“Well that’s too bad for you, ‘cause I have.” You could feel Tangerine staring directly at you, but you refused to make eye-contact knowing you could never resist those demanding eyes of his.

"Have you?” 

“Yes.” you breathed out, still looking at the ground beneath you.  

“Didn’t feel like that from the way you kissed me just a second ago.” He brought his hand to your face again, lifting you chin up forcing you to make direct eye contact with him. 

“Now you be honest with me, when he touches you, is it his face you see or mine?” Tangerine’s eyes never leave yours as one of his hands slides down your body and starts undoing your belt, the other still cupping your face.

“Tan, we can’t.” your breathing became more ragged as he continued to roam his hands over you, purposely ignoring his question. This was wrong, so fucking wrong. Your boyfriend was innocently waiting in the living room while your ex was trying to finger fuck you against the other side of the door.

“Tell me to stop and I will.” his hands gently pushed your pants down to give himself better access. 

You should tell him to stop, you know that, but no words came out of your mouth as he continued to pushed your panties aside. He raises his eyebrow asking for permission to continue as if he didn’t already have you wrapped around his ringed finger. 

Tangerine took the moan that escaped from your lips when his fingers ghosted over your clit as a cue to continue. You threw you head back against the wall as he slowly pushed one digit inside you. 

“Fuck, love, you’re already so wet for me.” his mouth went to your exposed throat kissing and sucking on it lightly. Before he could even think about leaving a mark you managed to push him away, only to drag him back pulling his lips to meet yours. 

After lazily pumping his finger in and out a few times he added a second without warning, whimpers forcing their way past your lips. You could feel the rings on his fingers against your sensitive skin every time his fingers thrust back into your cunt, hitting that perfect spot every single time. 

You had been doing a decent job at keeping quiet until Tangerine decided to see how far he could go and added a third finger into your folds. And if that wasn’t already driving you over the edge he crooked his finger inside you, dragging them along your walls. 

A loud moan escaped from you mouth and Tangerine’s other hand immediately came up to cover it, but giving no indication that he was going to slow down his movements. 

“Shh, can’t have your boyfriend hearing your pretty little sounds now, can we?” 

But apparently Richard had already heard something, because not seconds later there was a knock on the door. Tangerine slowed his pace, but not completely stopping, as you waited for what would come next. Luckily you had remembered to lock the door behind you. 

“You two alright in there?” he called through the door.

“Yeah we’re good, we’ll be right out.” You hoped you sounded convincing enough. You knew Tangerine was loving this, the way you tried to hide how fucked out you already were from just his fingers. 

“Good girl.” he praised after he heard your boyfriend walk away from the door.

There was something so thrilling about almost getting caught, right now it only made you want Tangerine more. You felt your climax getting closer and closer as he picked up where he left off thrusting in and out your cunt at an unforgiving pace. 

Apparently Tangerine could sense your upcoming orgasm too as his fingers started dragging along your walls impossibly faster, he knew exactly how to get you off and you fucking hated it. Hated how you’re supposed to be over him, but still allowed this to happen. 

Every single one of those thoughts left your mind as the pleasure of your orgasm took over. There was nothing on your mind except him and the way he was making you everything you hadn’t felt in years. Tangerine slowed his pace as he helped you ride out your high.

“That’s it, love, did so well for me.” he continued to whisper praises into your ear as you tried to get yourself back together. 

After a while he pulled his fingers out and you whined at the empty feeling they left behind. Before you could even get your breathing under control Tangerine brought his fingers, still covered in your juices, up to your mouth. Knowing where he was going with this you opened your mouth and starting to suck them off.

After he was satisfied he walked over to the bathroom connected your bedroom, grabbing some paper towels to clean you up. By the time he was done, you started to get your common sense back, realizing what you had just done. 

“Fuck.” 

A/N: decided to make a part 3 and perhaps a part 4 to this, because I have too many ideas :) 

Taglist: @venusthepirate @waiting4ff @bratdoll666 @assmaster37 @wrendermedone @earth-elemental18 @nocturnest @sisterslytherinog@dontknownameauthor @thirstyfortangerine @betheac​ @ilovetangerinewithallmyheart​ @kpopgirlbtssvt​ (let me know if you want to be added or removed)

[clairedaring]

tag game ✨

huge thank you to the lovely zey @thasorns for thinking of me. i love you too (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

1. why did you choose your url?

no one remembers her but claire dearing from jurassic world will always hold a special place in my heart.

2. any sideblogs? if you have them name them and why you have them.

poomphuripan - the bl sideblog that i started just because my main got deactivated for a bit but i guess for now, it's mostly uppoom and msi-focused. in december, it'll probably be torjj and spare me your mercy-focused. i think i'll probably just be using these for the ql series i have a crazy hyperfixation about.

huiyanan - a pentagon yanan/hui focus sideblog

coryjeacoma - my musical theatre sideblog for random audio bootlegs and sometimes musical gifs

ryuvachirawich - my unused (mostly lakorn) gifs blog for extra gifs i make but that doesn't make it into any main or sideblogs. at first i was trying to keep this sideblog lowkey but then i needed to tag the gifs w my gif tag anyway so i could search for them so disclosing is fine 🤣

3. how long have you been on tumblr?

2014... what do you mean it's been a decade since i started using tumblr.... time isn't real

4. do you have a queue tag?

i tried but i've given up on queue-ing in general so i don't. my tumblr is constantly in two modes: super active or going months without a single post lmaoooo.

5. why did you start your blog in the first place?

i wanted to be where all the gifmakers are but i have too much interests so this shall remains a multi-fandom blog or more like a "whatever media claire is consuming atm" blog 

6. why did you choose your icon/pfp?

dirk gently is the single most perfect holistic detective in existence. sometimes i'm too attached to my url and my icon, i don't think i can ever change them. headers i can but i haven't changed my url/icon for 3-4 years i think.

7. why did you choose your header?

i feel you linger in the air is THAT series for me. dethroned almost every other thai series on my all time fave list (i say almost because bad genius series is still holding its crown well)

8. what’s your post with the most notes?

i just checked and apparently it's my first and only merlin gifset 😅

9. how many mutuals do you have?

i have no idea but i love all my mutuals （づ￣3￣）づ╭❤️～

10. how many followers do you have?

i hit 1k recently. crazy to me because i've left this tumblr empty for months before starting being active again last october???

11. how many people do you follow?

4000+ but that's only because i'm too lazy to unfollow people. so yea i rarely see things on my dash. i just end up scrolling through my fave gifmakers tags to find things they make.

12. have you ever made a shitpost?

i don't think so????? i mean the closest is probably me saying super random things on this tag.

13. how often do you use tumblr each day?

it used to be once a week... but these days it's really a daily routine lmao. although i'm pretty sure i'll leave my tumblr dusting once my stand-in ends... who knows... we'll see...

14. did you have a fight/argument with another blog once?

how can i? i'm so non-confrontational, i reblog things in private to argue with op 😭 lmao (arguments that op will never see lmao, i'm saving them and me both the trouble really). just enfp things.

15. how do you feel about ‘you need to reblog this’ posts

huh why do i never get them on my dash (⊙x⊙;)

16. do you like tag games?

sometimes i forget but i love being tagged in them because i get to know about all the great mutuals i have on here, especially music tags because i always get incredible new music recommendations

17. do you like ask games?

apparently i had my asks closed without knowing for quite some time so i haven't received asks for so long. maybe one day i'll do them but i have bad records of answering asks so ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ

18. which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

i'm not sure if being THE certified way apologist/way gifmaker qualifies her as tumblr famous but maybe sasa @zhouxiangs is the most famous mutual i have

19. do you have a crush on a mutual?

let's call this mutuals whose editing skills i wanna steal (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

lana @sherrymagic whenever you see me reblogging lana's joe sets every week, you'll see me gushing about the consistency in her coloring and that's because that's something i'm obsessed with, especially considering my stand-in's grim/dark cinematographic coloring. also i don't know how lana chooses the perfect lines from each eps to do her recap sets because most of the times i can't even choose between which scenes to gif.

eva @alienwlw eva makes the most beautiful lyrics set and is willing to do my most niche requests and i'm always looking forward to seeing her gifs because it's always so warm and grainy and crisp and i'm just like wahhhh *heart eyes emoji* every time

20. tags?

no pressure tagging anyone today ヾ(⌐■_■)ノ♪

[rizzraa]

ᯓ★Jams and Jellies

Chapter 2: Longing for You (part 1)

A/N: Another one, Another one. I've been so lazy trying to write this out, I should've done an outline first. Hope you enjoy chap 2!

Tags: mainly fluff, friends to lovers, post outbreak, yearning and burning, slight age gap (i decided reader is in late 30s, Joel is in early 50s), reader insert, mentions of y/n, cute nicknames, shy n awkward Joel, Joel x f!reader, passionate kissing, touchy touchy Feely (nothing too graphic), small description of reader's body (very vague),

chap 1 // chap 2 (part 2)

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

"Joel, I-- are.. are you sure this is okay? I mean.. Ellie is my student.. won't this be weird?"

"You worry too much, darling. The kid adores you." He hold your cheek in his hands, gazing longingly in your eyes. Suddenly, you see the immense love he has for you. His eyes are sparkling and glowing, and anytime he looks at you, you see flickers of love and warmth fly by. You turn your head slightly and part your lips, moving towards his face. Joel reciprocates this by pulling your face closer to his.

And then, your lips connect. A burst of colors and waves fill the room as you both slowly and softly kiss.

Holy shit you think, His lips are so amazingly soft. Oh God...

You grab the sides of his face, mushing your faces together, desperate for more. Your kisses get hungrier and hungrier. You explore his tongue with your own, changing the nature of the kiss. Joel is surprised with the sudden change, but immediately follows your pace. You both sit there, sloppily making out. His hands travel from your face to your body, not leaving any curve or cervice untouched. He's so desperate to touch you, feel you. It's clear he likes your ass the most, because he suddenly pulls you on top of him and firmly squeezes both cheeks. You yelp slightly, but it's lost in his mouth. He chuckles and pulls away, both of you gasping for air.

You both lock eyes with each other, and then...

"HEY TEACH---" you hear someone screaming your name, "ARE YA AWAKE???" Your eyes jerk open. You take a moment to finally wake up, heavily breathing. You look around and suddenly you realized--- it was a dream. "Oh fuck.." You whisper. You rest your hand on your chest, trying to calm down. God, was it all really just a dream? It felt so real.

I can't believe I'm already having wet dreams of a man I met ONCE, you admit embarrassingly.

"MISS!!! IT'S SATURDAY!" Shit. You completely forgot that Ellie was coming over today. You rush down the stairs, yelling "I'll be there in a sec, Ellie!" How could you forget? Your mind is running a mile a minute, nonstop thinking about your fantasies about Joel ever since you met him. "Aw, jeez..." You almost miss last step. You take a moment to regain your balance and stare at the front door, hoping that Joel wouldn't be there, yet simultaneously wishing he'd be there next to Ellie.

You take a breath, smooth your hair, and open the door. Ellie is waiting there, greeting you with an energetic smile and.. Joel is standing by the steps, visibly annoyed. You take a quick look and see he's leaning on the rails of the steps, buff arms crossed against his chest, which only makes him look bigger. God, he's handsome. The morning breeze hits you, and you just realized you're only in a flimsy tank-top and way too tight shorts. Joel turns to face you, eyebrows narrowing his eyes, but they quickly separate and rise up to his forehead. He was definitely staring at you. His flushed face was eyeing your body, and he had to turn away when your nipples started peeking through your top. You wrapped yourself in your arms, embarrassed and flushed, yet ecstatic that you managed to catch his attention. You begin nervously. "Oh, uh, sorry-- Ellie, I guess I overslept.." Joel notices your red face when you say that. "Come on in, guys."

"Oh no- I have patrol duty this mornin'" Joel quickly says. He clears his throat, painfully averting his gaze from your almost-bare body. "Y..Y'sure you don't want anything to eat?" You gulped, not wanting to sound to hopeful. "No--" He says sharply. "I'll see you at home Ellie." He briskly turns away and walks down the road.

"Jeez-- I don't know why he's so fucking mad. It's only 10am, I should've came later." Ellie suddenly said. You watch as Joel's figure gets smaller, until he disappears around the corner.

"It's alright Ellie, you're welcome here anytime." You said sweetly. "Now-- let's get this party started! Come on in!" You pulled her in, the both of you giggling and getting started for the day.

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Joel Miller's POV

He stood there next to Ellie, getting slightly annoyed that you didn't answer the door the first 500 knocks. He's a very punctual person, he expects every thing to fall into place at times he deems right. So when you don't answer your door at 9:30:00 AM on the dot, he starts getting frustrated. He was also hoping you all could grab some breakfast together, since his morning shift starts at 10am. What good is that now? He grumbles.

"Yer acting like a fucking baby, Joel. Just go if you're gonna act like this, it's embarrassing." Ellie teases

"I ain't acting like a baby, she's the one that gave this time. I'm expectin' her to swing the doors open with a huge smile." He says begrudgingly. He really wanted to see your smile again. It was cute and earnest; the sweet sound of your laughter fluttering his chest. He gets lost in his thoughts about you even if Ellie is banging on the door. After 30 minutes passed, Joel and Ellie were about to head out. He felt a sting in his chest, deeply disappointed that he couldn't see you today. Then he heard your sweet sweet voice filling the spaces of your house. "I'll be there in a sec, Ellie!", he heard you say. His heart started to bang heavy in his chest, and he never felt as light as he did now. Ellie rushes to the front door and Joel awkwardly leans on your railing, quickly crossing his arms to try and calm his pounding heart. He can't believe he's gonna see you again. He's acting like a teenage boy all over again, unreasonably ecstatic that he's gonna see his crush walking in the highway again. He hears the door unlock and then... you're there. Messy hair; clearly a sign indicating you just woke up, puffy lips, and... the straps of your top are slipping off your soft shoulder. Your collarbone protruding out, framing your shoulders and your sweet neck. His eyes travel down and he notices the way your small shorts squeezes your thighs; he's practically salivating at the sight of your pretty and bare legs. He feels the slight wind raise his head and his eyes fall on your breasts, your nipples slightly protruding against the thin fabric. He forced himself to turn away before he continued ogling at your beautiful body. His mind is already forcing him to think of how you'd feel under his hand, how you'd taste. Your soft voice interrupts his lustful thoughts,

"Oh uh, sorry Ellie, I guess I overslept..", Joel notices how your face quickly picking up heat. God she's so cute, Joel thinks.

"Come on in guys."

"Oh no- I have patrol duty this mornin' " He blurts out. Why did you say that? They can fuckin' wait.

"Y..Y'sure you don't want anything to eat?" Your sweet voice intoxicates him, and he has to get out of there before he does something he'll regret.

"No-- I'll see you at home Ellie." He rushes down the road, practically running down the street, and makes a sharp turn in the corner. He runs and runs until he reaches the stables, stopping to catch his breath. "Hey there, you okay?" Tommy, a younger version of Joel, asked. Joel turns to face his brother hating the way his voice shakes when he says "Yes".

"You don't look so hot man, maybe you should sit this one out--"

"No--, M'good I promise. Let's head out."

Tommy peers at him curiously, "Sure boss.."

Joel, Tommy, and other patrolmen go out, scouring the area for any threat. Joel and Tommy pair together and venture out West, paying close attention to their surroundings. Well-- Tommy is paying attention, Joel still can't stop thinking about you, your sweet voice trying to convince him to come inside, your beautiful body shining against the sun's rays--

"Hey Tommy, what d'yknow 'bout that art teacher?" Joel hesitantly asks. Tommy has been nagging him about engaging with the women in Jackson, but Joel didn't have much interest and wished dearly for Tommy to stop. His back is facing his brother, but he can see his lips mischievously curl up.

"Ohhhh, did she catch yer sly eye, brother?" Tommy was never going to let Joel live this down. The older brother turned and gave his brother a deadly stare, but it's not so intimidating when his face is flushing red. "I- M'just curious-- Ellie is at her house today. Jus' wanted to know who she is." Joel said that last part with such softness, it startles Tommy. The mere mention of you sends Joel through his wildest dreams, his heart aching and yearning for you. How long has it been since I felt like this?

"All I know is that she arrived to Jackson a completely different person. When we found her roaming the forest, she looked... scared. Then she started cryin', sayin' something' like 'Oh my God, people!' It was heartbreakin'." Tommy remembered how you fell to your knees, crying and smiling because you found friendly people, you found safety. Him and his wife, Maria, took care of you. They helped you readjust to society. They helped you grow and feel safe. Joel looked at his brother again, realizing how much he's changed, how grown up his little brother got. A twinge of guilt rises in his heart, "How is she-- I mean.., does she get uncomfortable 'round guys?" Joel sputters out. Tommy looked at his brother and said slyly, "Why? You interested or something?" Joel doesn't say anything, he just looks at Tommy with narrowed eyes and bright red cheeks.

"Okay, all I know is that all the eligible bachelors 'round here never got in her pants, cuz she's more friendly then flirty. I don't even think she knows half the time them fellas are hittin' on 'er."

Joel simply says "Let's get this shift over with."

"Eager, aren't we?" Again, Joel doesn't say anything, but his body language betrays him, and he leaves Tommy as he hears a hearty laughter.

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Reader's POV

You rest your paintbrush on the table beside you. You step back to take a long look at your painting of your tiny garden. The canvas is tinted with greens and yellows, skillfully stroked to form the grass, plants, and leaves. It's adorned with bright reds, oranges, pinks, and yellows, indicating the fruit and vegetables growing as well as the bright, mellow, midday sun shining down on you and Ellie. You glance at Ellie; she's squatted by your small flowerbed, expertly sketching each petal, each stem, each rock. "It's looking good, Ellie," You walk over to her, casting a shadow over her and her sketchbook.

"Thanks, teach" she turns her neck and smiles at you.

You look over at your garden, noticing your lemons are ripe.

"Hey, want some lemonade?" You piqued.

"Fuck yeah I do, it's fucking blazing out here." Ellie said with a grin. You laugh and start picking out the lemons. Ellie walks over to you and asks, "How do you know if they're ripe?" "Well..." You pick a lemon off of the plant and place it in Ellie's hand "..you give it a squeeze. If it's firm, then it's good." She squeezes it and smiles "This fucker is ripe as hell!" You giggled, and continue "Another way to tell is by the skin. It could be greenish yellow, or completely yellow."

"Where'd you learn that?"

You smile sadly, "I learned it from my.. my mom." She wasn't your real mom, but she was definitely a mother to you. You spent more of your life with her than with your actual mother-- but that's only because of the outbreak. You loved your real mom, but you called her your true mother. She raised you and your brother, taught you both how to survive. Those who can't do, teach.

"She taught me everything I know, she taught me how to live and how to survive. It's crazy how those both are synonymous but mean different things."

"Yeah, it is crazy.. I bet she was amazing." Ellie looked at you with empathy. It wasn't pity, she understood you. You smiled and collected the rest of the lemons. "Yeah.. yeah she really was. Now-- let's go inside and I'll show you how to make her lemonade recipe."

You lead her inside. The floor feels cool underneath your feet. It welcomes you from the scorching sun. You and Ellie spend way too long for a simple lemonade recipe. Your small kitchen wasn't built for 2 people; accidents were bound to happen. You both laugh as sugar and lemon juice spill on the floor, but it ends up tasting decent.

"So, what's your story? How did you end up here-- How did you end up with Joel?" Of course you wanted to know more about your student, but you'd be lying if you didn't ask to learn more about Joel instead.

"Well... long story short, we both ran into each other and saved each others lives." She says quickly

"Pff-- ran into each other??"

"Yeah, we did." Ellie becomes quiet, so you decide to drop the subject. I can't imagine what she has gone through.

You both spend the rest of the afternoon hours talking about favorite music, favorite artists, favorite foods. You show her collections of exquisite knickknacks, rocks, and minerals during your journey of survival. You share some of your fondest memories - memories before the outbreak, with Ellie. She gobbles it up with delight.

"Say, do you wanna go get some lunch outside?" You suggest

"Lunch?? Don't you mean dinner??" You looked at the clock, and it read 6:01. "Wow... I didn't know we were talking for that long!" Ellie laughs, "Yeah, let's go out for some LUNCH."

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

Hope you enjoyed this chapter! Sorry (not sorry) for dragging this out 😈😈😈

Please lmk what your thoughts, I'm all EARS 🩷

[aisquaredchoco]

Hey all, especially to those who left comments on my long post that I hope is the last of that kind...I appreciate everything you've said, and I was proved wrong when I thought I felt invisible during those times. So thank you for that! I'll never leave them unresponded though, but work went a little busier lately and now's the only time to reply to them all..

@kevinvoncrastenburg: "I'm glad you're back! I appreciate your transparency and the way you expressed yourself. I can only speak for myself but I really appreciate you and your content. Nonetheless I see your pov and think you found a healthy way for yourself to kind of slow down a little bit and focus on what's more important to you and the future of your blog. I will always be looking forward to new posts by you. Wishing you all the best and again: You ARE appreciated! 🙏🏼"

-- Thanks for the reassurance, and knowing someone's still looking forward to my stuff is more than enough. I still love my craft, that's why I'm not deciding to leave. I'll get tired, but I won't quit..

@pudding-parade: "I long ago determined that to be a "popular" CC creator, you need to do things with clothing, accessories, and hair. I'm guessing the reason is that some people don't even play the game. They just make sims and then dress, pose, and take pics of them to edit. I've never wanted to be "popular" because, frankly, it's a pain in the ass to have eyes on you and what you're doing, so I guess it's a good thing I never liked doing things with clothing and hair. LOL But yeah, it's just how it is. It doesn't mean that the things you DO share are unappreciated, though. I appreciate your TS2 conversions, in particular. :D"

-- I also figured that simmers I follow spend more time with sims and mostly show CAS cc, so I once thought "why not make CAS stuff too?" but held back because I know making them is more tedious than buy/build. I realized I won't have go that far just to acheive popularity, and of course we know being popular comes with a price. I choose inner peace, so I quit being too ambitious in that sense. Thanks too!

@nornities: "Hm, to me you are "a household name", here as well as on MTS. I'm not sure what makes a creator a household name. I created worlds, well liked by some, unknown to most. Am I a household name? I don't think so. So I think you are right, it's a lot about expectations. But your good health is the most important thing, and that you enjoy what you do (and playing the game). So I'm glad you don't retreat entirely! Take care!"

-- Ohhh...really? Even on MTS huh..*blushes* Anyway, thank you for thinking of me as such. Well in that sense, I think you earn the reputation of being a household name as well! And yeah, as I said I choose inner peace and just enjoy playing (and making cc)..

@nessysims: "You have every right to want recognition. It `s naturally. And I really appreciate your CC! I absolutely love and almost always use your repurposed uni desks. And your wood texture is an irreplaceable thing for me! I use it everywhere and it's my favorite."

-- Thank you for letting me know! It's truly appreciated. And while I have the right to get recognized in what I do, wanting too much of it becomes a problem, so it's a good start if I quit with such mindset..

@curmudgeonness: "Welcome back! I'm glad you will not be leaving. I hope you find the balance you need to thrive here. I'm sorry I don't tag creators when I use their content, but I'M EXTREMELY LAZY. I have stopped downloading S4 conversions. They're generally clunky and don't fit the (my) S3 vibe. I like S3 edits, new S3 functional objects, and S1 and S2 conversions. I always look forward to your posts."

-- Yeah, I'm not leaving. And no, don't apologize. It's fine if you don't tag creators, you're not obliged to do so. I guess I was just expecting too much from people who download my stuff, but do not want to actually force them. And thanks for the warm welcome too..

@puffkins2000: "Yayyy! I'm happy you're back! Honestly, I get the "household name" thing. I guess I sort of tried that as well. I like converting because I want those conversions in my game---and pretty much any other EA conversion. If I see it's not been converted and I have that pack, I'll totally try to do it. I rarely get a ton of likes, but at least if someone DL's it, they wanted it!"

-- Thank you for the warm welcome! Yes, that's the core mindset I also want to have when making cc 🙏. And yeah, I also tend to forget that download numbers also matter and so far I got a fair amount and maybe that's enough.

@parystrange: "To me you're one of the creators who's CC I know is quality, safe, and exactly what I want in my game. I wouldn't worry too much about being a "household name" , I think you'll always have your dedicated users, who love your content, and I personally think that is just great! I use a lot of your stuff, but I rarely post gameplay pics so you, and the other people I download from, rarely see your stuff in my game. But it IS there, I promise! 💕Also, I think the more well known you become, the more the community seems to expect from you, and from what I've seen, it appears to put a lot of pressure on to people. I don't think you'd want that ( I know I wouldn't anyway ) I never see any of my downloads in people's games - I don't have many, but I don't mind if I don't see it, I just hope people enjoy it, and that's enough."

-- Thank you for reminding me that 😊. And you're right, popularity may come with perks, but also with disadvantages. I've seen some unsolicited (and sometimes rude) requests to some popular creators and I don't want to garner that kind of attention..

@gifappels-stuff: "It shows great character and maturity to self-reflect and self-correct 💐 Do not worry so much about recognition... it is very much subjective. Just play (and enjoy) the game, and share whatever comes forth from that. All of us have lives beyond Sims 3, and sometimes, people are just more involved in their own problems and everyday lives. So don't take it personally. Rather, try to take satisfaction from the fact that you created something that brought you happiness 💝"

-- Yeah I'm kinda embarrassed that I had an ambitious mindset back then. I realized there's more to life than overthinking if people really like the stuff I make. Thank you for the words of support!

About the photo: I also got a new kitty! (the orange one) So I made him in TS3 too. Name's Ponkan by the way, and he's very sweet and chatty, always makes me feel better whenever I feel sad or stressed. He and Cloud are getting along in the game but not in real life though lol.

[jellyfish-grave]

I've been meaning to make a pinned post for a while now, so...

HI!! Welcome to my blog!!! :D

I'm Camms/Sunny, I go by He/they, and I'm not giving my age srry (but im a minor).

I'm matching PFPs with my beloved @buttercup-flower-x (my love my boyfriend my world my everything yesyes wahoo!!!)🎀🎀🎀

My obsessions are Spike Chunsoft games (read: Danganronpa and Rain Code), Persona 5, Outer Wilds, Scott Pilgrim (a bit.), Project Sekai, Vocaloids in general (if u come up to me just to tell me vocaloid fans who got into it through proseka are fake fans uh. Dont 😶), a lot of extremely niche media (The Orbital Children or An Untitled Story for example), A Hat In Time AND THIS MFING EMOJI 🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀!!!!!!! I have a thousand OCs, and even more AUs!! :3

I draw (traditional+digital) Ocs and Fanart, I code, I sing, I write, and some other stuff ^^

You can find me on AO3 @/Jellyfish_Grave where I post some AU stuff (and sometimes even some OCs).

Classic DNI applies, but there really isn't any point saying so. Oh and DNI if you're a fandom purist. Like you only want perfect healthy stuff be created for fandoms. I'm too lazy to explain my arguments, so I'll just block you if you don't respect that! Just be nice, and don't start shipping discourse ty ❤

Anyone is welcome to DM me, but I will block you if you make me uncomfy or if you actively hate one of my favs. Nothing against you ^^

I will be horny on main at times. It's rare so I generally don't wanna make an alt just for that, but be warned. I might consider making a tag just for it so people can block it but yeah.

Blog tags are:

#Camma the drawer (art tag)

#Camma rambles (my original posts)

#camms lore??? (Vent tag) (I will not get offended if u block it. I created it so u can block it. Just don't reblog these ^^)

#Cam Ocs (for any oc related content)

#camma fics tag (self explanatory! Posts with links to my fics.)

My sideblogs are these!!

@daigo-rikuto (my p5 protagonist's blog)

@paler-entries (hasnt been updated in a while, unreality blog)

@sanananananananan (one of my p5 oc's blogs. Very empty. Bleh)

Some ships you can expect on this blog (so if they trigger you, you can leave and be on your way safely o7): Akeshu (P5, Goro Akechi×protagonist); Timebuddies (Outer Wilds, Gabbro×Player Character); Scollace (SPVTW, Scott Pilgrim×Wallace Wells); Komahina (Sdr2, Hajime Hinata×Nagito Komaeda); Makoyuma (MDA:RC, Yuma Kokohead×Makoto Kagutsuchi), and some more I'm probably forgetting. I'm generally a multishipper but those are my main ones!

All of my OCs will be tagged with their full name (except the few that don't have family names, in which case the tag sample will be [story they're from] [name]).

Don't scroll too far into my danganronpa art, I was a cringe kid back then. Cringe as in had unlimited access to internet so that did not turn out well. Please don't harass me over like 2 year old posts thx

[glove23]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

I WAS TAGGED BY @nooowestayandgetcaught THANK U ILY

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

- 158

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

- 325,837

3. What fandoms do you write for?

- any and all that I know/like!! I have the most fics in kinnporsche, hp, and grishaverse, but I write for a lot of different fandoms

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

- Meeting Your Maker (Literally)

Harry Potter, Time Travel AU, 64,543 words

- a colorful past

The Batman (2021), Jim Gordon/Bruce Wayne, 688 words

- Your Makers Meet (Figuratively)

Harry Potter, sequel to MYML, 30,726 words, incomplete

- I'm not leaving your side

Love in the Air (2022), Whump, 1,307 words

-no body, no crime

Kinnporsche: The Series (2022), MURDER, kinn kills vegas, 943 words

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

yeah! I try to at least, I have a huge backlog to get through whoops. I started writing in the era of ffn where like half the experience was talking back and forth in the reviews and then pm-ing and that's how I made a lot of friends that I still have today. and without that kind of comment culture and the author replying to messages, I might not have ever started writing.

someone replied to my review very kindly and asked why I didn't have any fic, my ideas were awesome (hair flip) and that made me realize oh. I don't have to Just read, I can also write the stories

and the rest is history

but fostering that kind of community, just talking to people who love the things you love, is such a fun part of the fandom experience for me and so I'll always reply to comments (eventually. I'll always get there eventually.)

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

KDHAJCHSJXJSJZ I DONT KNOW HOW TO TELL YOU THAT I HAVE A WHOLE SERIES WHERE I JUST KILL PEOPLE AND WATCH THEIR FRIENDS GRIEVE

but that being said, the answer is

into the wind (Love in the Air (2022), prapaisky, MCD/suicide

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

uhh. this one I don't actually know but imma say

love me there (His Dark Materials, lyrawill, fix-it, lyra finds will again after the events of s3)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

yeah, sometimes! 👍 don't do that

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

sometimes. not very often, it's usually M-rated if I do, but just. yeah. I don't know how to answer this

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

nope!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

yep!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

nope!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

yes, many times! back in my OG ffn days, and then a few times with @nooowestayandgetcaught

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

I'm gonna say percabeth but I don't think there Is a real answer to this question, bc I love so many of my ships So Hard that just thinking about them makes me cry

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

......I will finish every wip leave me alone (I WILL FINISH YMMF I PROMISE) work in PROGRESS and the progress may be slow but it's PROGRESS

16. What are your writing strengths?

dialogue I am so fucking good at dialogue, and character interaction. definitely my strengths

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

descriptions. I am too lazy to do them all out the way I want to and so I just kinda. skate by

except in guess I misjudged you (gods I loved you) that one is PACKED bc I spent 9 months on it so

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

mmm unless I know someone I can talk to and get accurate translations, I don't really do this bc I am so afraid of conjugating wrong and google translate is SHIT. but when I do I try my best

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Percy Jackson! in 2012 on ffn on an account that still exists but I will not give u the name of. 🥰🥰

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

as of rn (October 2023) it's

guess I misjudged you (gods i loved you)

Percy Jackson, Royalty AU, Arranged Marriage AU, 56,438 words

it is my BABY and I think one of the best things I've written tbh

#2 would be

if you don't like it (lie)

KinnPorsche, kimchay, MCD, 3,516 words

it's just so delightfully painful and it's the one I show to everyone I show kp bc I'm obsessed with it

ANYWAYS THATS ALL THANK YOU!!!! if you wanna do this feel free to say I tagged you 💞

@seaweedbraens @perseannabeth @karin848 @waitingondaisies (y'all don't have to do this. but ✨✨)

[kinslayersadvocate]

15 questions, 15 people

Not gonna lie, I love to talk, even when I have nothing to say, so I have to thank @a-very-fond-farewell for tagging me.

Please, tell us more about crab soccer. You can't just throw it at us and leave. I had to google it and it looks so fun! I think it should be tumblr official sport.

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are you named after anyone?

Nope

when was the last time you cried?

At Easter. Jesus, I've had a full meltdown that morning. Ugly crying in my pillow for the first time in years. But since then I feel so light.

do you have kids?

No and I doubt I will ever have any… Sometimes I want one but this must be hormones because I would hate that lifestyle.

do you use sarcasm a lot?

Naah, I can't see the appeal. A sarcastic comment can be funny sometimes, but if you use it in excess most people will be on edge around you… I don't like to interact with people who makes me feel silly, so I try to avoid making people feel that way.

what’s the first thing you notice about people?

I don't know how to describe this but is like… The space they ocuppy. The way they move. How they interact with their surrounds, like, if they make a lot of noise, if they are careful handling things… I'm notably bad at noticing/retaining physical characteristics but that soet of thing always pick my attention.

what’s your eye color?

Brown. Unfortunately not the big, sad brown eyes type but I'm still winning.

scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings all the way. I'm not even ashamed of it anymore. I hate being scared, but even more I love to see/imagine the many different ways in which characters can find happiness/purpurose/meaning.

any special talents?

No T.T That's not me being modest, I'm average at everything I do and I have few hobbies.

where are you born?

at the riverside.

what are your hobbies?

is "consuming media" a valid answear? I'm trying to change it, I swear. For now I only write, and play chess alone. I won't be including "cooking" because even if I enjoy it, it's still something I need to do.

do you have any pets?

No ;-; I want to, in the future, but I never had pets and I'm not sure if I could take care of one properly. If I had one, it would be a cat or a small dog, because I'm that original. (And I wouldn't be allowed to have a jaguar. Or a tiger.)

what sports do you/have you played?

Bold of you to assume that I ever played sports. I'm too lazy./ I love swimming but I have no access to a pool for now.

how tall are you?

160cm I think?

favourite subject in school?

History!

dream job?

Ok, ok, that's a hard one. My first answar would be an editor — for fiction, especifically. Reading texts all day and helping authors in their creative process? I can't imagine anything better. But what about telling authors that they have to change their beloved creation because it isn't marketable? Doesn't sounds that nice. So is it a dream job if I'm not sure about all the aspects of it?

But the reason I didn't try to pursue it is because very few people read here so it's not a viable career option.

That's also the reason why I'm not going to the other side of the table either. Being an author is the one thing that I have yerned to be for half of my life now (it's more a curse than a dream, tbh) and I will publish a book one day, at least one, but that is something I'll have to do for fun.

There are many other things that I would like to do, cleaning, teaching, etc, but I noticed that they are more "fun things I could do if weren't for shitty people/laughable pay/violence" than "dream jobs".

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Tagging is always a little awkward because I don't know if you guys like it, so no pressure to play:

@booklovinghobbit @sweetestapplepie @allergic-to-semen @gayandfullofdismay @backtoyunmeng

For some reason I can't tag anyone else so if you are seeing this post, feel yourself tagged (you likely were) a

[t00nyah]

some winter holidays au doodles i promised!

three and eight came more prepared the next holidays! small shout out to @adventurer-gearld bc it's inspired by her tags on my first au post! :D

and now i present to you a small dumb comic that happened in winter holidays au timeline because i CAN'T sit for 5 seconds not giving something more lore than it needs (feel free to ask if you don't understand anything i'll try to explain...) transcriptions under each image cause i'm not sure if it's hard to read sometimes...

DJ: Oh, uh, hi! I'm a new DJ here! Three: ...What happened to the old one? Dedf1sh? DJ: Oh, she left. Three: Left?

DJ: Well, uh... Most of us... chose to stay and forget ourselves again. It was like... we lost purpose. It was all over, we felt only emptiness... Uh... Some decided to leave, Dedf1sh did. We chose to stay. Play pretend. Pretend we're still perfect. Uh... And when Dedf1sh left vacancy was open. So here I am.

DJ: It's, uh. Quite hard, I don't know much, but I'm... trying my best-

Three: ...I'm a DJ. I could try to teach you stuff I know. If you want.

DJ: R...Really? Three: ...Sure.

bonus: uh-oh!

Three: ...I think we accidentally caused a massive existential crisis.

and a small lazy doodle bc i thought of a nickname for this little octo dj and her name is DJ Duali38! if you get the joke behind it i'm so proud of you fr fr

not claiming her being my oc she's just a character for this au

an idea that didn't make it's way to doodles(just cause i'm too tired to draw... and i'm not sure if i will ever draw it tbh)

[later]

Three: ...I think we have a mission to do. Callie: Whaaat? Nooo, I thought we're here for the party! Marie: Why are you giving us missions anyway? It's not like you're our captain. [smirks] Three: ... [looks away, embarassed a little, not sure if they should actually spill the beans] Marie: [actually kind of concerned] ...Relax. You know I'm just teasing. Eight: Well... What is our mission any way?