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hiya!! I hope you feel better soon and ur taking care of yourself <33

hii! i’m FINALLY getting over what i had, and i’m gonna get back to posting and writing real soon. thank you so much for checking in 🫶 it means so much 💞

guys how do you get back into the rhythm of writing

skate to me

pairing: clapton davis x gn!reader

summary: !BASED OFF A REQUEST I FORGOT TO ATTACH THIS TO! clapton was absolutely astonished when he saw that the person who skated right by him in the hallway was right here, next to him, in his science class.

warnings: light cursing, i think?? i’m not fucking sure at this point

word count: 1.0k

author’s note: so sorry it took me like a whole month to get back! 😭this has been crazy ass couple of months, and i just couldn’t get anything out if i tried. i honestly think that i might take a break on writing for clapton and characters like mike, simply because i don’t think i have any motivation to write for them. i don’t wanna let you guys down, but i also don’t wanna write crappy fics, either. i’ll say on a separate post who i’ll be writing for. thanks so much for your guys support! and with that, enjoy ☆

clapton thought he was the only one who skated through the hallways of grizzly lake highschool. it wasn’t like he gatekeeped it or anything, but it was his thing. and everyone knew that.

so when he felt you brush against him in the hallway this morning, he barely got a glimpse of your shoes and purple hoodie before you skated away. it frustrated him—

wait, skated?

he thought he was crazy. he had to have hallucinated those rollerskates. but the sound when you rushed by him, those had to have been rollerskates. but nobody else but him did that. that was his thing. besides his ego being a bit affected, he was more excited than anything. maybe he could make a new friend. he’d never met anyone else who skated, especially at school. but where did you go? no, more importantly, what class were you in? clapton was not famous for being patient, so this would be difficult.

he begrudgingly made his way to science class, upset that he might not see you until passing period, where the hallway would be filled with what felt like thousands upon thousands of people. no way he was gonna see you during that. and if he tried to find you during lunch? he’d definitely look like a total creep. so this was a lose lose situation. he’d never be able to talk to the stranger with the skates.

this made clapton’s walk to class even more frustrating. throughout the whole day, all he could hope for was to hear your skates against the ground. but he didn’t. not once. it was the end of the day, and he was heading to his last class. clapton was just about done with everything when he saw a pair of skates next to a desk. and just above that desk was a purple hoodie. and even more above that was probably the most gorgeous person he’d ever seen.

he was practically just standing and staring in the doorway. of course you weren’t staring back at him, he thought. you were busy listening to music and getting ready for class, getting your notebooks and everything.

clapton didn’t move until another student shoved him out of the way so they couldd get through, muttering something under their breath in the process. clapton couldn’t care less, though. because there was an open seat next to you and what perfect timing was it that he was the only person who hadn’t sat down yet? this coincidence made him believe that maybe there was a god. maybe it was you.

his mood an entire 180 from how it was less than 2 minutes ago, he sat down right next to you, waiting for you to notice him like an excited child.

not noticing someone had sat next to you, you weren’t expecting someone to be right next to you. normally, as far as first days go, people liked to haze the new kid. so someone looking eager to talk to you was not a good sign.

“hi,” you say slowly, going to look at him.

“hey there, gorgeous.” he said. as soon as that came out of his mouth he knew that was a big yikes. (ayo?? 😟)

your eyes widened. what the hell was his problem?

“woah, coming off a little strong there, aren’t we?” you ask.

how could he save this already trainwreck of a conversation? if he could even call it that.

“sorry, don’t know why i said that. i just, uh,”

shit, shit, shit! think of something clapton!

“you skate, right? that’s pretty cool. i do, too.” he held up his skate board.

still suspicious and not at all buying this “no ill-intentions” act, you pull your skates closer to your desk.

“yeah, i do.”

he continues, “well i just thought that since we both skate we could—“

but he was cut off, as class had apparently started while you two were conversing and your teacher was not happy with either of you.

clapton heard the teacher say both of your last names, followed by a very stern “detention!”

this wasn’t anything surprising to him, but one look at you told him that this was not how you were expecting your first day to go.

you rolled your eyes and shot him a dirty look.

“thanks a lot, davis.”

so instead of a trainwreck, his attempt to talk to you was a total and complete fuck-up.

great.

——————

the end of class came painstakingly slow, and he saw you hurrying to head out so you didn’t have to walk to detention with him. i mean, could he blame you. he practically screwed over your entire day.

clapton always took himself as an optimist, so maybe he could still save this. right?

as you put on your skates, unaware that this might land you in even more trouble, you felt someone tap you on your shoulder.

there was nobody else left in the classroom besides you and the person who you did not wanna see. so you turn around, and with no surprise, there was the douche who landed you in detention.

“oh, are you here to get me suspended, too?” you ask.

he couldn’t help but laugh a bit.

“yeah, i deserve that. sorry about all…this, by the way. i really didn’t mean for you to get in trouble.” he said.

damn, you thought. he’s not a bad actor.

you smiled a not-so-friendly smile back at him. “sure, you didn’t.”

you try to skate away and out of the classroom, but he catches up to you on his skateboard.

“no, seriously! i just wanted to talk to you. i’ve never met anyone who also skates, and i just thought you were really cool and pretty and—“

you stopped skating ahead of him a while ago, but he didn’t notice that, so he kept skateboarding right into an open locker’s door.

you let out a laugh that definitely let every teacher in the vicinity know you weren’t where you were supposed to be right now, but you couldn’t help it.

clapton got up, rubbing the side of his face.

you walk up to him and pat him on the cheek.

“okay, i believe you.” you say, crossing your arms afterwards.

he lets out a smile that you’re pretty sure you’re gonna have to get used to.

“anything i can do to make it up to you?” he asks.

you take off your backpack and shove it in his arms.

“carry this for me?” you say.

“that’s the least i can do.”

NAVIGATION…

ABOUT ME…

my name is rae! i’m eighteen, and i’m a taurus. i’m 5’2 (short-ass, i know 😔) and i have the humor of a twelve year old. i can’t get enough of the ocean and rainy forests. i’ve been writing on tumblr for a couple months! i love the hunger games, and the outsiders. they have my heart. i’m also a huge swiftie, so you’ll see some references to her songs in my fics (sorry, not sorry)

WHAT I WRITE…

currently writing for finnick odair, peeta mellark, katniss everdeen, and johanna mason

feel free to send in requests for any of these characters!

i did write for mike schmidt and clapton davis, and you can find those fics here!

thinking of opening up to more movies and/or series! (outsiders, maybe??? 🫣)

i’ll write fluff, angst, and smut!

most of my reader inserts will be gender neutral, but if they’re not they will be female or feminine reader!

WHAT I WON’T WRITE…

absolutely NO pedophilia, incest, or non-consensual nsfw

i won’t write any kinks like scat kinks, piss kinks, stuff like that.

i don’t write character x character fics.

i won’t write anything relating to ed’s or sh.

CONCLUSION…

i also post random thoughts and shit on here, so be prepared! also, i can’t believe i have to say this but if you’re racist, transphobic, homophobic, sexist, misogynistic, ableist, DNI!!!!!

Why is Michael in almost any instance, my favorite person?

listen artists drawing movie mike. i know people never stick with accuracy in art i don't either but. there's just one little thing that needs to be accurate because it's funny ok and that little thing is movie mike's height

emphasis on the little. mike schmidt, michael afton or whatever you wanna call him is a short king. please don't take that away from him.

this edit of Josh hutcherson 😵‍💫 like he’s so fineee

Yall… mr mike was sooo FINE LIKEE GRRRR WOOF WOOF FRR

I was sitting next to my sister so i had to be quiet

(Why does he give off switch sub leaning tho…???)

😈 i need a story like that

So real 😔✊

All y’all out here saying “Mike Schmidt is such a dom!” “Mike is really good at hiding how dominant he is!”

THAT MAN IS SUBMISSIVE AND I NEED TO SEE MORE OF THAT STFU

Like mommy issues? the nightmares? mans wants to be comforted, fight the wall. he wants to be told he’s a good boy and that he’s loved

LET MEN BE SUBMISSIVE 2023

Me when I take five Benadryl to talk to me ghost brother’s weird friends and no one GETS IT

also they got him a shirt !

do u guys have any headcanons i can possibly write about or include in a blurb?? i wanna write but i kinda have writers block rn 😭😭

would be greatly appreciated! <3

mike schmidt fanfic reqs OPEN. OPEN AS FUCK!!!!

MIKE SMUT!!!! literally anything just smut

ur so real for this

mike def is loud like i feel like that’s established. when you two have the home to yourselves it’s like he’s been holding in all his sounds. his movements are slow and deep, making sure to hit all those spots in your drooling hole. if you’re in doggy style he’ll lean into your back n whine sweet things into your ear. he’ll cum inside you, begging and whimpering. for what? he doesn’t know. he just knows you feel so fucking good around him and he needs you.

I crawled out of a coma for this

You know thats future man clip of Josh hutcherson jerking off? Imagine that with Mike and reader walks in ANNNDDD he’s all subby maybe even gets edged 😋😋

jae i love u so much i missed you

tags: fuck this is driving me crazy, absolutely pure filth. there is nothing sfw about this. afab!reader. dacryphilia maybe + the tiniest blood

mike had the house to himself. his whines and empty pleas rang throughout the home. he wasn’t usually this needy, but god he hadn’t seen you in so long and his cock was just so achy and leaky in his jeans. he couldn’t take it. he tried to at least go slowly. pumping his cock at a reasonable pace, swiping his thumb over his slit at the tip of his cock for an extra wave of pleasure. he tried so hard to be patient, imaging your voice telling him to not be so needy. but he couldn’t help himself and began wildly grinding his hips into his hand, imagining it was you.

what the brunette failed to realize is that you had walked into his home a few minutes ago. you heard his cries and whines, each of them going straight to your core. after another agonizing minute you decided to make your presence be known. you walk up to his door and slowly open it to realize the heavenly sight.

“mike?”. your eyes hold a false innocence, knowing full well you had savored his pleas up until this moment. his teary eyes batted up at you. his eyelashes barely hiding his doe eyes. mikes chest was heaving and his head was leaned up against the wall. his thick cock was drooling beads of pre coating his hand and length. his tip was bright pink, begging for attention.

“i need you so, so bad.” those six words were all you needed. your lips make quick contact with his, the kiss was sloppy. he lips swollen from his teeth digging into them combined with his never ending whines. your tongue smoothly found his way into his mouth, he didn’t even begin to try and fight for dominance. he was putty under your touch right now. before pulling away your tongue glided over his bottom lip, tasting the metallic remnants of blood from his biting. he whined. you held the palm of your hand out and mike immediately knew what to do. he spat in your hand and guided your wrist to his neglected cock.

you started of slow knowing that he was sensitive and not wanting to overstimulate him, yet. you began to quicken your pace after noticing mike had become accustomed to your slower one. his big round eyes batted up at you once more, this time tears spilt from them. he watched you stroke him with his mouth slightly open, eyes never leaving you. you opened your mouth to let some drool fall onto his already drenched cock. this sent him over the edge. he held your hand in place and began fucking up into your hand. you let him, knowing you weren’t gonna let him get away with it so easily. his cries got louder and he pulled you towards him, lips animalisticly taking your own. you knew he was close. so just when you believed he was gonna cum, you snatch your hand away. he lips left yours, only leaving a string so saliva connecting you two.

“baby please.” tears began to fall again. “you can’t do this to me, not right now. needa cum so bad, please.”. his eyes were pleading you.

“m’ sorry baby, you gotta beg. you know better than to fuck yourself using me without asking first.” your hand cupped his face, wiping away his tears. you know how pent up he was, the way is cock was leaking so badly, and the way you could see it throbbing against his happy trail.

“pleasepleaseplease let me cum. i won’t do it again- ngh, promise baby. just please- let me feel you.” he sniffled back his tears while begging for release. you couldn’t deny him any longer.

“you’re so good for me, my sweet boy”.

your hand make it’s way back onto his length, resuming the pace you originally set. mike reached his high quickly, reducing him to a whiny mess while you helped him ride out his orgasm. huge white spurts of cum painted his tummy and your hand. you let his breathing come back to normal before peeling your hand off his softening cock. mike picked up a towel from the floor and wiped both you and himself off before leading you to his bed. you immediately felt comfortable in the familiar bed. he found his way into your arms, one of the only ways he can fall asleep.

“i love you so much”, he sleepily mumbles into your neck. you give his temple a loving kiss.

“i love you too, mike. you know i’ll always take care of you.”

fnaf prediction bingo!

feel free to screenshot and use

no bc who gave him the right to be so fucking fine like that. i was in complete and utter SHOCK

Have some of my guards designs + William cuz I was feeling nostalgic and wanted to draw some silly guys

(Also I forgot this place existed for a second oops)

fanf movie fanart 💥

was planning on digitalizing this, but I've been working on other things. Hopefully, I can finalize it at some point, but I'll just post this traditional sketch👍as a treat

⚠️FNaF movie spoilers⚠️

I keep seeing people recapping the fnaf movie and mistakenly saying stuff like, "Mike was running on 3 hours of sleep." Th. 💀that's the complete opposite of what he was doing💀

That couldn't be farther off from what my guy was putting himself thru. He kept basically roofieing himself and purposefully triggering his ptsd before he went to sleep. Mikes goal was to get as many hours of sleep as he can and to dream as vividly as he can.

Dude was NOT sleep deprived. He was sleep OVERLOADED.

𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐓 𝐇𝐂

꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ft. mike schmidt (fnaf), mentions of Abby and Vanessa. ꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ content warnings: pet name used once in descriptive text (baby), suggestions to smut (no theres no smut im sry), very very fluffy. like incredibly fluffy ꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ a/n. i think something healed inside of me when i wrote this lmao. also, im not fully back to writing but i felt like i had enough energy. enjoy!

This might be considered a personal HC but I believe when speaking about Mike's affection styles and having intimate moments, it isn't all rough and tumble. It's something so much more than anything.

Based on his own traumas from childhood and then working with a murder case (and of course, the haunting stories of the innocent children's souls being snuffed out); I'd bargain he's an avoidant person at base but shoves through it to make it though each day. It would take a lot for someone to actually spark something in his soul and stay in there. I mean, you saw how he was with Vanessa, right?

His way of loving would be so cautious but sincere. Perhaps the right person could light up his world with Abby. Someone he might call his wife/husband one day but for now, his partner would be just fine. He would prefer their name as to any pet name, but once in while the 'ole baby might make an appearance if he's exhausted or worn down.

"I'm home. ." Mike called out softly, shutting the door behind him softly as to not wake Abby. He knew you'd be up, waiting to hear about his night and then about what he dreamt about on shift. (You know he falls asleep by accident sometimes but that's okay).

His eyes softened when he saw your sleeping form on the couch, curled up in a blanket that was supposed to be on the comfy bed. . like you were supposed to be. Mike never asked you to stay up, he encouraged you to get some rest properly so that you didn't become sleep deprived like he was. Yet, it was like chiding a cat that would swipe playfully at a wagging finger. Pointless but it warmed his heart and made it ache at the silent dedication from your end.

Mike hung up his coat and vest, taking off his shoes afterwards. The smell of chemicals and lavender filled his nostrils, signalling that you had cleaned at some point in the evening or early morning to stay awake. It seemed fruitless as there you were, breathing softly with your hands curled into your chest.

He padded over quietly and bent down to be on your level. His fingers brushed some hair from your face, tracing shapes over your cheek as he waited for you to wake up. He didn't want to shake you awake, he'd prefer you to open your eyes on your own so he could see the joy brighten your iris'. That's a thing he loved about you; your eyes and how they seemed to admire his work or how he was in general. He could be doing nothing and he'd catch you staring at him silently with a dopey grin on.

You stirred softly in your semi-conscious state, taking a sharp inhale. Limbs shifting to feel the air that came from an open window, your body took its sweet time waking up. The sun had barely been peeking over the edge of the world when he knelt before you, waiting patiently. When your eyes did flutter open, your heart jumped in happiness. He made another night without you.

A smile formed on his face as he watched you realize that fact, thumb slowing down the pattern swiping. "Good morning." Mike whispered quietly, pecking your forehead before tilting his head to meet your eyes boyishly. "Good morning to you too." You said quietly, scrunching your nose at his stinky breath. It smelled of coffee and whatever else he ate before the shift. Even then, it was blissful.

The adoring nature would bleed heavily into the bedroom, especially since he viewed it as something that shouldn't be seen as just 'relief' or something similar. He has the blessing to see you as who you are without clothes; the dimples, rolls of skin, freckles, stretch marks, tattoos. Those are things he doesn't skim over, he appreciates them with kisses and massages with calloused fingers.

It's an act that temporarily unites you physically, through sweat and fluids, kisses too. Mike isn't a sex god though, he would never harm you either. He's clumsy and nervous, scared to screw this up and cost you the out of body pleasure. He relies on your validation and guidance, hoping to understand and not just memorize what makes you twist and churn inside. If you can't experience pleasure, he will avoid his own pleasure.

Even after months, his subconscious is belittling his abilities and pours doubts into his brain. Your words help, hands too.

Mike's lips were cautious against your skin, not wanting to cause discomfort or anxiety. The fingers in his hair had told him otherwise, guiding him forward with nails massaging his scalp gently. His lips trembled on your chest, pulling away to lean his ear in the center of it to listen to your heartbeat. The thumps soothed his doubts, warmth adding to his own body temperature.

"Mike?"

He lifted his head to look up at you with mesmerized eyes. "Yeah?" He spoke softly, waiting for your words. "You okay?" You inquired playfully, brushing his messy hair from his forehead. He smiled and nodded his head, hands rubbing your sides affectionately.

Was he drunk? No. But he might as well be with the way his chest is burning with pure adoration for you.

PLEASE send mike schmidt reqs… i’m actually losing my mind over him rn😋

(wanna do smut drabbles but im desperate)