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allylikethecat · 4 months

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January OTP Prompts

Heyyy look at me go! Day 5 🎉

5. Shooting star

Matty shivered, turning his body closer to George, tucking himself closer against his side, trying to steal as much of his body heat as he could. They were laying in the bed of a rented pick up truck, in a nest of blankets and pillows stolen from their hotel room, the sound of the waves lapping against the shore peacefully. Matty would have enjoyed it more if he wasn’t absolutely freezing. But he appreciated the effort that George had put into it, wanting to plan a date for them that was different and special, especially knowing how much Matty disliked spending time in California.

George chuckled, and sat up, causing Matty to whine in annoyance, if it was anyone but George who had heard it he would have been embarrassed by the high pitched hum he had emitted.

“I’m getting you another blanket, hush,” said George, running his hand over Matty’s blanket covered thigh. He pulled the blanket that was at their feet over their bodies and Matty smiled, repositioning himself against George’s side once again, pleased now that there were two blankets covering his shivering form.

He hadn’t realized that California got cold, in his mind it was perpetually blue skies and sunny. It was sweat dripping down his back, causing his tee shirt to stick uncomfortably to his skin. Instead he found himself wearing George’s sweatshirt over his own long sleeve tee shirt, and track pants, while he wished he had worn warm socks instead of the cool ones with the cartoon frogs on them that George had given him as a joke for his birthday last year, as if George would only gift him socks. He was cold, and George had snapped at him to stop when he had tried to shove his frozen fingers under the hem of George’s sweater, hoping to warm them against the heat of the soft skin of his flank.

“We can head back if you’re really that miserable,” said George, smoothing out the blanket, guilt heavy in his voice, his words vibrating against where Matty was pressed against his chest.

Matty bit his lip, his own guilt blooming in his chest. “No, no this is lovely, I’m just cold, but I’m sure I’ll warm up in a moment.”

He didn’t want to meet George’s eye, he didn’t want him to see that he was lying through his chattering teeth. He appreciated the thought behind George setting up a romantic evening of stargazing. He just wished George had thought of it in July or August, not March. He turned his gaze back to the dark inky sky, littered with little speckles of light, the stars. Matty wasn’t sure where they were, just that they had driven far enough out to avoid the light pollution of the city.

His eyes widened, “George,” he said, tapping George’s chest as if George was capable of ignoring him when they were pressed together like this, “George, look! It’s a shooting star! George! Look! Make a wish!”

Matty squeezed his eyes shut, and made his wish while George chuckled.

“Matty, love, that was an airplane.”

Matty opened his eyes, and frowned. “Does that mean my wish isn’t going to come true?”

“Depends,” asked George, still laughing to himself as he shifted Matty off of his body to dig the truck keys out of his pocket, “did you wish to go back to the hotel?”

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#allylikethecat #January OTP Prompts #Prompt fills #prompt fill #fanfiction #fanfic #matty fic #gatty #keep it kind #sorry not sorry for the cali slander #i too hate california #even though i will be going there (again) in February lol #im sure i'll have a lovely time #just not my vibe #also why yes i was humming airplanes by bob and hayley williams to myself the entire time i was writing this #because i am in fact old #and am now feeling ancient because i looked it up on spotify and it came out in 2010 #which was in fact 14 years ago #not 4

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maxxinsstuff · 2 years

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I cannot stop thinking about chef argyle and waiter Jonathan. Imagine Jonathan moved to California with his two best friend which are Nancy and Steve they all got different jobs and Jonathan got this fancy job in a restaurant as a waiter , he never works in the kitchen but one day they told him to move back there to start taking helping out and that’s when he met argyle Who is a pantry chef they didn’t talk at first but after some time they start making small conversations, one day argyle Invites Jonathan to smoke and that’s the moment I realize they’re falling for each other .

#jonathan byers #argyle #argyle x jonathan #jargyle #stranger things #they fell in love in the kitchen #chef argyle #waiter Jonathan #I can’t stop thinking about this #cali boy #stranger things fic #fic writing #fanfic #Steve and nancy and Jonathan are bestie

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possessionisamyth · 2 years

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Because of this California bill even getting this far, i will be pulling all my fic off google docs and just keeping it on my hard drive/flash drive because i do not have time for this shit, I'll go full analog first if i have to

#fanfic #writing #call gov newsom and tell him to vote NO on that California age appropriate bill #yes even if you dont live in cali all the sites you use are BASED in cali

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vampirekilmerfic · 3 months

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The Sin Eater || Chapter 01

The Sin Eater || Chapter 01, Gluttony

The Sin Eater Masterlist

Relationship: John Price / Reader Rating: Explicit

Summary:

Captain John Price is a loving husband, a dedicated soldier, and a good man. But, that’s not all he is. Underneath his controlled exterior lurks something dark, something hungry, and something wholly inhuman. You’re his only solace during his wrath, and only you can consume the sin from his shifts. He’s the love of your life, but at what cost?

Tags: Extremely Dubious Consent, Monster John Price (Call of Duty), Inspired by Jekyll and Hyde, Occult, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, Author Is Not Religious, Author Has a Lot of Cultural Religious Baggage, Seven Deadly Sins, Cunnilingus, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood, Injury, Hurt/Comfort, Violence, War, War Crimes, Child Death, Child Soldiers, Child Abuse, Terrorism, Eventual Happy Ending, Smoking, Drinking, Rough Sex, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Dark John Price (Call of Duty), Bukkake, Consensual Non-Consent, Somnophilia, Self-Mutilation, Anal Sex, Warnings: graphic violence, Wordcount: 3.4k

Authors Notes:

Welcome to Cali and Vamp's Monster Price fanfic! We've been workshopping some Dark!Price ideas back and forth, and we wanted to explore the concept of the Seven Deadly Sins. This was originally going to be the endcap for The Californicationist's 2023 Kinktober collection, but after Vamp started cooking, we decided to make it a fic on its own.

You should read the tags before you begin this story to make sure you are prepared for its contents. This material is not intended for readers below 18 years old.

This fic is not going to be for everyone, and that's okay. No hard feelings if you decide this isn't for you. But, that being said, I would deeply appreciate any comments, concrit, or support you can provide. Writing a dark fic is a lonely thing, and your input means a lot to me and to Vamp.

Thanks for checking it out, brave souls! --Californicationist

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drabbles-mc · 5 months

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Nowhere To Be

Opie Winston x F!Reader

For one of my favorite people, @justreblogginfics with the prompt: The party was great but now it’s time to find their way home, in the middle of the night in the freezing cold in high heels and a party dress.

For @storiesofsvu Holiday Bingo 2023 prompt: New Years

Warnings: 18+, language, implied/referenced smut, pining

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: I have missed Opie so much, so thank you for giving me the inspo and the opportunity to write this fun little somethin' for him! Happy New Year! 🥰💖

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“It is cold in California!” you said, exasperated.

Opie chuckled as he stood beside you. Part of him wanted to make a comment about the fact that you knew that, that you’d grown up in Charming just like him. Sure, you’d been on the East Coast for a few years but it wasn’t nearly long enough to wipe your memory clean of it. Plus, you’d been back in Cali long enough to have not made this mistake—you were just too tempted by the idea of a party and getting dressed up and going out.

He wanted to say all of that, could have, but instead he just said, “Yeah, it is.”

Turning to face him, you huffed out a sigh. “Why is it cold in California? I thought it was supposed to be all beaches and sunshine here.”

“You probably wouldn’t be so cold if you didn’t—”

“I look good,” you cut him off, knowing exactly where his sentence was going. “That’s not the issue here.”

“I mean,” he shifted so that he was pressed closer to you, his fingertips dragging up the side of your leg that was left exposed by the short dress that you’d worn to the party, “this feels like it might be part of the issue.”

You rolled your eyes, glad that you could say the goosebumps breaking out over your skin were because of the cold and not because of the feelings and thoughts that were coursing through you at just the slightest touch. Despite your initial impulse, you swatted his hand away.

“You didn’t seem to think it was much of an issue about an hour ago when we snuck off to the bathroom and—”

“Alright,” it was his turn to cut you off, chuckling as he did so.

He shrugged off his leather jacket, one of the million layers he always seemed to be wearing whether it was the first day of January or the last day of July. He held it out for you to take and for as much as you liked giving him a hard time, you weren’t quite committed enough to that endeavor to turn down the opportunity for some extra warmth. You snatched it out of his hand and slipped your arms into the sleeves, feeling relief not just because you immediately felt warmer, but also because the jacket smelled like him and there was comfort to be had in that too.

“Thank you,” you said, leaning into him, hands pressed against his chest.

He smiled. “Welcome.”

You tilted your head just a little farther back so that you could get a better look at him. He had one arm draped around your waist, hand resting on the small of your back. His other hand was placed on your hip, not holding you too tightly but it also would’ve taken some effort if you really wanted to pry yourself away. Not that you had any interest in that.

“Can I tell you something?” you asked.

He scanned your face for a moment, wishing that he had any idea at all where your next sentence was going to go. He knew what he wanted you to say next, but he also knew better than to hold his breath over it. Plus it was New Year’s Eve, or rather New Year’s Day by hardly an hour. And you were drunk not just off the alcohol you’d both had all night but also from the energy of the party. He knew better than to get his hopes up, and yet.

“Confessing crimes already? Year just started,” he joked.

You laughed and shook your head. “No, no crimes.” You leaned a little more onto him, taking the weight off one of your feet. “Ugh, these heels are killing me. I can’t even think.”

“Yeah, I don’t think that’s why you can’t think.”

You laughed, giving him a playful shove. “Shut up.”

“What’d you wanna—”

You cut him off, not meaning to, but you were already moving onto the next thing. “We gotta get back to the hotel. Because if I have to stay in these shoes any longer, I’m gonna,” you laughed, “then I’m gonna commit some crimes to confess to.”

He chuckled. “You remember how to get back?”

You turned and looked at him. You tried to hold in your laughter and failed. “No.”

He wanted to be annoyed but he had sort of seen it coming. It wasn’t surprising, to say the least. “This was your idea,” he teased as you pulled out your phone.

You waved him off. “Going out was so much easier before.”

“Yeah? Why’s that?”

You looked up from the GPS on your phone for a moment so that you could look him in the eye. Keeping your tone and facial expression as serious as ever, you said, “Because all the streets in New York are fuckin’ numbered, Ope.”

The statement hung in the air for a second between the two of you before you both started laughing. Opie shook his head at you, knowing that if it had been anyone else he would’ve left them to their own devices awhile ago. But it was you. He wasn’t going anywhere if it was you.

By the time you got yourself somewhat back under control, your GPS had loaded directions for how to walk back to your hotel. Lucky for you, it wasn’t as far away as you thought that it was going to be.

“I got it,” you said as you showed him your phone.

“Let me see that,” he replied, reaching to take the phone from your hand.

You swatted him away. “Hands off! You don’t think I know how to get us back?”

He raised his eyebrows slightly. “You want my real answer to that?”

You rolled your eyes. “I know how to follow a map.”

He shook his head, reaching for your phone again. “You don’t even look like you know how to follow a sidewalk right now.”

You gestured angrily at your heels. “That’s because of these shoes. Honestly, you might just have to carry me back.”

He chuckled, following behind you as you set off down the sidewalk in the direction your map was telling you to. “Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah.” You looked over your shoulder at him. “That, or you can just drag me behind you like a caveman.”

He fell into stride next to you. Draping his arm over your shoulders, he said, “That sounds more like me.”

“Yeah, goes with the caveman beard you’ve got going on now,” you joked, reaching and toying with the ends of his beard for a moment. It was so much longer than it had been the last time you were home. Jury was still out on how you really felt about it—it took away the last of his baby-face.

He shook his head, knowing that you were always going to come up with something to give him grief about. Of the many things that had changed over the years, that was something about you that had remained constant. Infuriating and amusing all at once. He let you have that.

“Stick around long enough and you’ll get used to it,” he finally said.

“I told you,” you leaned deeper into his side for emphasis, “I’m back for good.”

He liked the sound of that, but he knew better than to buy too heavily into it. He pressed a quick kiss to the side of your head. “We’ll see.”

“Where else am I gonna go?” you asked, your mock offense not landing the way it should’ve when you were nearly tripping on the gaps in the sidewalk concrete.

He steadied you without having to give it a second thought. “Don’t know.” He chuckled. “Right now I don’t even think you’re gonna get us back to the hotel.”

You gave him a shove, not enough to really make any difference. Even on your best day in much steadier shoes it would be difficult to get him to move if he didn’t want to. All the Winston’s were like that. Your half-attempt only served to make him pull you tighter into him, which worked better for you anyway.

His hand was still resting on your shoulder, fingers pressing into the leather of his jacket that was yours for the present moment. Like it was a reflex, you reached up with your free hand and threaded your fingers with his as the two of you walked. You gave his hand a light squeeze as the two of you reached the end of the block. You gave him no warning that the two of you were turning rather than continuing forward and using the crosswalk. You knew it, too, laughing as you made a sharp right turn and pulled him with you.

You were lucky enough to catch him mid-stride, knocking him just enough off-kilter to make him follow your lead. You hadn’t been expecting it to work, and you nearly stumbled and fell in the process. Laughing, you took another half-balanced step until you felt your back rest against the side of the brick building behind you. Opie had followed your steps, his palm bracing against the wall beside your head, one leg positioned between both of yours. Your shoulders shook as you tried to hold in your laughter, your face heating up so much you were certain that if Opie touched you, he’d be able to feel it.

You placed your palm against his chest. There were words caught in the back of your throat, things that you wanted to say, things you’d been wanting to say all night, but you couldn’t get them out. You opened your mouth, hoping that would force them out, but all that came out instead was laughter that faded into a hum as you tried to get yourself under control.

When you finally resigned yourself to not being able to say anything, you slid your hand up from his chest so that it was on the back of his neck. You pulled him down into a kiss, one that he gave into easily and eagerly, pinning you between him and the wall behind you, his hand that wasn’t bracing him against the wall gripping tightly onto your hip.

His hand slid down from your hip onto your thigh, and he was about to start sliding it right back up and underneath the thin fabric of your dress. You could feel it in his movements, the way that he had to convince himself to stop. You couldn’t help but to smile into your kiss, eventually letting the laughter bubble over when he pulled his lips off of yours.

Your body was still pinned, not that you had any desire to really be anywhere else in that moment. You let your hand stray from the back of his neck. Your fingertips ghosted along his cheek, brushing along the edge of his beard. Maybe it wasn’t so bad.

“Never gonna make it back at this rate,” Opie finally spoke up, not that he really seemed like he was in any great rush to go.

You laughed, head resting back against the wall behind you. “Got somewhere else you need to be?”

He smiled, shaking his head before snagging another kiss from you. “No. I got nowhere to be.”

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r1vrrr · 2 years

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Billy Hargrove x Amab Reader

cw. bottom! billy x dom! male reader

i wanted to write a steve fanfic but this was requested more 😭

There are many reasons why Billy hates Hawkins, Indiana. Being uprooted and dragged away from his life back in Cali to this place is in his top 5 reasons why his life is shitty. All his friends are thousands of miles away, and he’s stuck here alone, surrounded by the local hicks, high school cows, and forced to spend increasing amounts of time with Max, and his pathetic excuse of a family.

It wouldn’t be so bad if he could get his rocks off every now and then, but in Hawkins, the queer population is exactly zero. And for good reason. You wanna keep breathing, you don’t mention the fact that you might have a proclivity for dick.

He makes do with his left hand as best he can.

There is one good thing about this pathetic excuse of a town though. Y/N. Big-dicked Y/N. Billy would know, he’s ingrained the glances of Y/N’s dick he gets to have in the Gym showers into his mind. He’s only allowed a glance or two though. Everyone knows it’s perfectly normal for guys to check each other out in the showers. You’re just comparing merchandise. Billy does more than compare merchandise. He’s not an idiot though, he’s subtle about it. And Y/N?

Billy likes his merchandise.

Y/N is fucking hung. In the showers, whilst he’s soaping up Billy gets a glance or two at him and Y/N even flaccid, is long and thick. The first time he got a look, he knew he was fucked. And sure enough, that dick has been the star of every jerk-off fantasy Billy’s had since. Billy can admit to himself that he looks forward to those one or two glances he gets to have of Y/N’s cock a little too much. It’s pathetic as shit, but not much else Billy can do in this town.

Today he’ll get another chance to catch a few glimpses of Y/N in all his glory. Or he thought he would, but when the guys hit the showers after practice, Y/N didn’t appear to be joining them. Great. He’ll just have to survive with images from last week then. He takes his time showering, stays longer than the other guys, everyone leaving till it’s just Billy and the weak water pressure. Doesn’t notice the new figure walking in until he starts his shower beside Billy.

It’s Y/N, naturally. He’s under the water, letting the water flow through his hair and over his face and isn’t acknowledging Billy’s even there. Billy’s heart gives a little jump and he realizes this is the perfect opportunity. He stares, no one there to see him do it and Y/N’s got his eyes closed. So, Billy lets his eye drag up his body. From his calves to thighs, right to that tight ass, across his lean torso and then down to his cock and balls.

“Like what you see, Hargrove?” Y/N teases.

FUCK, Billy thinks, “You wish, Y/N” Billy scoffs looking away, but Christ, he can feel his face heat, his fucking ears burning, those traitorous bastards.

When he looks over at Y/N again, he’s smirking at him, washing over his torso with soap.

“You’re not as subtle as you think you are.” Y/N remarks.

“The fuck is that supposed to mean, Y/N?” Billy retorts, and shoves Y/N’s shoulder, stepping into his space. Billy’s heart is gonna beat straight out of his chest.

“It means, I’ve seen you looking before Hargrove, and not like how the other guys look. You look and for a split second, your face changes.” Y/N smirks at him.

Billy’s gonna fucking kill him, his breathing is increasing and he’s tensing up, waiting for Y/N to make the accusation. “Yeah? How does my face change, hmm?” Billy looks Y/N square in the eye when he says it, daring him to take this any further.

Y/N’s mocking smirk turns straight into a grin and he leans closer, Billy swears he sees him glance down at his lips for a second. “You get this look, of pure want” Y/N whispers, and then he kisses Billy, plants his lips firmly against his.

Billy’s whole body locks up and his arms shoot up to grab Y/N by his upper arms, planning to push him the fuck away and take a swing most likely, but Y/N stops kissing him all at once, and stares at Billy as he stares back, in mild shock.

“You gonna kiss me back, or just stand there stock-still?” Y/M says, smiling at him as if Billy’s the sweetest thing he’s ever seen, and Billy’s freaking the fuck out right now. “Are you messing with me, Y/N? Cause if this is some kinda joke, I will bash your head in against these tiles” Billy warns.

Y/N leans in and whispers “Not a joke”, before planting his lips on Billy’s again. Billy relaxes, kisses back, and nearly melts into Y/N. Slides his arms up and around Y/N’s shoulders, gets his hand in that hair as he deepens the kiss. Opens his mouth and pushes his tongue against Y/N’s. Y/N wraps his arms around Billy’s lower back and pulls him closer. Their bodies collide and Billy feels his cock meeting Y/N’s, and fuck that feels good. They pull back, panting into each other’s mouths.

Billy glances down, sees Y/N’s half-hard against his hip and fuck, he’s huge. Blood rushes to Billy’s cock at the sight of it, and he knows what he wants. Has wanted it from the moment he saw Y/N in the showers. “You ever been sucked off by a guy before, Y/N?” Billy whispers.

“Fuck, Billy, no…not by a guy” Y/N pants out, his pupils wide.

“You wanna be?” Billy says, licking his lips.

Y/N nods, “Yeah, please…?”. That’s all Billy needs, he drops to his knees in front of Y/N, the tiles hard beneath him. Y/N’s cock is a fucking work of art, long and thick, curving upward. Billy takes a hold of him, feels the weight of him in his hand, the girth. And looks up at Y/N through his eyelashes.

“Fuck, look at you,” Y/N says, pushing his hand through Billy’s hair, practically petting him. Billy smirks and then licks straight up from the base of Y/N’s cock to the head before taking the head into his mouth and swirling his tongue. Y/N groans above him, and Billy can taste the precum that’s gathered at the tip. Gripping Y/N’s hips, Billy works on taking him deeper, bobbing his head and using his tongue to swirl around the head of Y/N’s cock. Billy loves this, hasn’t had it for weeks since moving to Hawkins and he plans to make the most of this opportunity.

Y/N is panting above him, making all these soft noises. Staring down at Billy like he can’t believe he’s real. “God, Billy” he pants out and Billy would smirk if his mouth wasn’t so full. He’s good at this, knows it, but Y/N is the biggest he’s ever had. Billy’s determined to make this the best head Y/N has ever gotten though. So, he closes his eyes and takes as much of Y/N into as throat as he can. Concentrating on not gagging and feeling the head of Y/N’s cock hit the back of his throat and pushes further.

Y/N lets out a noise that’s close to a shout and Billy opens his eyes and pulls off, panting. “Gotta stay quiet for me, Y/N. Can’t have anyone hearing” Billy says, and he continues to mouth at the head of Y/N’s cock. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll be quiet” Y/N pants out. “You’re just, like, really good at that” Y/N says with a huff of laughter. This time, Billy does smirk, “Yeah, I know” and then promptly swallows Y/N down again. Y/N makes a cut off sound and Billy looks up as he’s bobbing his head to see Y/N biting into his fist

Billy can tell he’s gonna blow soon, so he really goes for it. Closing his eyes, he bobs his head faster, swirls his tongue around the head of Y/N’s cock and concentrates on getting as much of him into his mouth as he can manage. He’s got a pretty good rhythm going when Y/N’s grip in his hair starts getting tight, “Billy I’m gonna cum” Y/N manages to get out between the pants and small noises he’s making. Billy’s gives him all he’s got, increases his speed as much as he can, jaw aching and lungs burning until Y/N suddenly grips his hair tight and pushes his cock as far into Billy’s throat as it’ll go and then coming. Billy gags, grip tightening on Y/N’s thighs as he struggles to swallow the cum filling his mouth. Manages most of it but some leaks out past his lips. When Y/N finally comes down from his climax, he pulls out of Billy’s mouth.

Billy’s keeps his eyes closed and pants for air. Then Y/N is gripping his chin and bending over to lick the cum from the side of his mouth before plunging his tongue into Billy’s mouth. Billy’s too tired to do much of anything, but slowly kiss back, letting Y/N explore his mouth with his tongue. Can likely taste himself, and Billy’s own cock throbs with the thought.

Eventually Y/N pulls back, and Billy opens his eyes to see Y/N regarding him. “You alright?” Y/N asks, and Billy huffs out a laugh.

“I’m so good, Y/N,” Billy says, still laughing. Y/N smiles at him before his eyes travel lower to Billy’s own painfully hard cock. “You want help with that?” He asks looking hungrily at Billy. Billy’s surprised but also fucking delighted, he thought Y/N would awkwardly thank him and then leave Billy in his own state of painful arousal. “What, you offering to help, handsome?” Billy says, raising an eyebrow at Y/N.

Y/N looks up at the two shower heads still spraying now, lukewarm water, before shutting them both off. “Lie back,” He says gesturing with his hands for Billy to lie down.

“On these fucking tiles? I don’t need fungus growing on my balls, Y/N.” Billy says, cause really, is he dumb?

“Yeah okay, fair enough, uh,” Y/N looks around before he seems to come to an idea. “Here, over here then,” he says offering his hand for Billy to take in getting up, which he does. Y/N leads him to the benches, between the row of lockers in the changing rooms. “Lie down.” Y/N instructs.

Billy doesn’t usually enjoy people telling him what to do, but he's excited for what Y/N has planned for him, so he lays back on the bench. Y/N smiles before planting his knees between Billy’s on the bench and bending over to hover his face above Billy’s dick. And holy fuck, Billy isn’t going to last long. “I’ve, uh, never actually done this before so, um,” Y/n mutters looking up at him.

“Yeah, figured as much Y/N, but I’m about two seconds away from blowing my load so you won’t need to do much,” Billy says, pushing his right hand through Y/N hair. “Right,” Y/N says, laughing a little before he licks right up Billy’s cock and takes the head in his mouth. “Fuck,” Billy exclaims, before biting down hard into his bottom lip to quiet himself.

Y/N was by no means an expert, but the mere sight of him looking up at Billy whilst he bobbed up and down had Billy’s gut tightening, and his orgasms rising fast. But fuck, Billy doesn't want this to end so fast, so he pants out a breath and tries to quell his orgasm.

Y/N was taking more of him into his mouth, closing his eyes with a look of concentration. His mouth is so wet and hot around Billy, and better than Billy ever imagined. “Fuck, Y/N, you’re so fucking hot,” Billy says, stroking his fingers through Y/N hair.

Y/N hums, and then did something unexpected, takes his right hand from Billy’s hip and slides his index and middle finger down Billy’s perineum to stroke them over Billy’s hole. Billy gasps, his toes curling. He cums so fast and hard, he doesn't even have time to warn Y/N, whose eyes widen when cum hits his tongue.

Billy can't even stop the noises spilling from his mouth, his orgasm blazing through him, and he can only hold on as Y/N continues to suck him through it. When the last wave of it hit, and Y/N pulls off, Billy feels so blissed out and relaxed, he doesn't think he ever wants to get up off this bench.

Opening his eyes, Y/N was looking at him with amusement in his eyes. “What’s so funny, Y/N?” Billy says, narrowing his eyes and daring Y/N to say something to ruin all of this. Y/N laughs a little, “Think I did a pretty good job for my first time” he says, smirking at Billy, clearly noticing how blissed out Billy looks.

Billy smirks back at him, “Don’t let it go to your head Y/N, I haven’t gotten any in weeks since moving to this shithole” Billy states, finally sitting up.

Y/N looks at him in confusion, “You have like, a new girl at your side every week, Billy” Y/N says, frowning confusedly.

Billy wanted to laugh, Y/N really wasn’t the sharpest, “I just came at the feeling of your fingers on my hole, Y/N, you really think I enjoy my time with those cows?” Billy says, laughing at Y/N’s face when it clicks in his mind.

“Oh, so what, you’re just keeping up appearances?” Y/N says, laughing a little.

“Yeah, don’t know if you’ve noticed but being a fag isn’t really celebrated around here,” Billy says, which is true for pretty much everywhere, but Billy knows in Hawkins his life would only get so much worse if it got out. Or the short period of time between when it got out and when his Dad found out and promptly murdered him.

Jesus, wonderful post-sex thoughts Y/N’s inspiring. Getting up and grabbing his towel, Billy quickly dries off. Y/N doing the same at his locker. “You know, my parents won’t be around later if you maybe, wanna come around?” Y/N says. Billy glances over at Y/N, what was he offering here? “You looking for round two, Y/N?” Billy smirks. Y/N rolls his eyes, smiling and says, “No, I’m offering to braid your hair and paint your nails.”

“Well why didn’t ye say so! See you later then, Y/N!” Billy says as he finishes dressing, sauntering past Y/N, as he felt his ass get smacked. Maybe Hawkins wasn't so bad.

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whatislovevavy · 9 months

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8. What Am I Supposed to Do Now?

Jake Seresin x OC (Caledonia Hughes)

WC: 2.8k

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Warnings: swearing, mentions of smut (18+), mostly angst

AN: This one’s angsty y’all, not gonna lie. And a bit shorter than the others, but fear not, the next one will be longer :) Thank you @sebsxphia for the encouragement to write this story when it was in development, it means the world <3 Also a big thank you to @royallyprincesslilly for the design of the divider.

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These characters, except for Caledonia and Ella, are obviously not my own. This is an 18+ fanfic, so minors scoot pls. You are responsible for the media you consume. Do not copy, plagiarize, repost, or translate this fic without my explicit permission as it is my own creation.

Jake pensively hit the backspace button on his phone's touch pad.

He knew at the back of his mind that he should be telling you this in person.

The swing of the break room door broke him from his stare at his screen.

"Anyways, we're going on a date next Saturday to the aquarium in the city," Bradley said with a small lopsided smirk as he walked in with Natasha and Javy.

"What's this I hear about Rooster finally getting a woman to go out with him?"

Rooster flipped Jake off as he got his lunch from the fridge, making Natasha let out a small laugh, and Javy quirk his lip.

"So what's her name, how'd you meet her?"

Bradley closed the fridge with a click, striding towards the table Jake was settled at.

"Her name's Ella, she's a grad student at UC San Diego. Met her at that coffee place you recommended last week, got her number, and have been texting since."

He flashed Jake a grin.

Jake furrowed his brows, a soft hum leaving his lips.

It couldn't have been your Ella, could it? UC San Diego was a big school, there was definitely more than one Ella there.

Soon Javy and Phoenix joined them at the table.

"What?"

Rooster broke him from his deep in thought glance as he softly stirred the left over beef stew.

But at this point, he couldn’t stomach the previously delicious stew you made for him. It only served as a reminder of what he was about to do, and for what he didn’t have the courage to do.

"Nothing, Caledonia has a friend in her grad program named Ella."

Bradley’s lip quirked.

“Cali is biochem, right?”

Jake nodded.

A soft hum left Bradley’s lips, “Yeah, that might be the same one. So, noticed you’ve been spending a lot of time with her lately, what's the deal?”

Jake felt his heart freeze.

He shrugged, nonchalantly, trying to exude that same Hangman confidence and bravado.

“Nothing too serious, just helped out with a few things Penny asked me to do for her.”

Natasha almost bent her fork in her hand as his words registered.

Did he not know how much he meant to her?

Jake could feel her piercing stare, but chose to keep his attention on Bradshaw.

Javy’s gaze was more marked with the subtle signs of pity as he worked his way through his wrap.

Jake couldn’t decide which one felt worse.

Rooster took a bite of his lunch, “ya know, I’ve been meaning to ask, why do you call her by her full name?”

Was it getting hot in here? He wouldn’t be surprised if the answer was yes, considering the time of year.

If Javy hadn’t known him all these years, he would have missed the flash of panic behind the thick curtain of confidence that was slowly becoming a thin veil.

He shrugged, “I was always taught to treat women that give me booze with the utmost respect, hence the full name.”

Bradshaw nodded, letting his eyebrows raise, “But what about Penny? You call her Pen all the time.”

Natasha smirked slightly around her forkful of lunch.

Jake swallowed, “Well, that’s different… I’ve known Penny for a lot longer than Caledonia.”

Rooster leaned back, furrowing his brow, and biting the inside of his cheek.

“Ok, but why did you leave the Hard Deck with her last week?”

Jake took a deep breath, “She needed help with her car before she headed home. I was at the bartop paying my tab and Penny asked me to help her. What is this anyway? An interrogation? You gonna ask me about every woman I’ve talked to?”

Bradshaw smirked, “Just curious, Bagman, no need to get defensive,” he put his hands up in surrender, thoroughly enjoying seeing his former rival riled up.

Javy bit back a smile.

"Yeah, Bagman, don't need to get your panties in a bunch."

Natasha smirked as Jake shot her daggers.

"If I were wearing panties, they would be the most unbunched pair you'd ever seen."

Jake grumbled, sending a glare to his teammates as they laughed and snorted.

“Plus, it’s not that way with her. We’re just friends.”

Jake took a spoonful of stew, purposefully avoiding his colleagues unimpressed glances.

“Right.”

Jake glared as Phoenix took a bite of her sandwich.

“Alright, I think that’s enough teasing. Can’t waste all our material in one day.”

Javy shot him a wink as Jake flipped him off, his remaining colleagues breaking into soft chuckles.

The topic was diverted to the back burner for the time being, to the point where Jake forgot about the text he planned to send.

Conversation flowed from when the new recruits were coming in, to summer plans, and to different get togethers on weekends planned within their friend group.

A small sense of panic ran through him as Phoenix suggested that Caledonia be invited to all of their summer plans. Including their Barbenheimer-themed pool and BBQ party in July.

He guaranteed Caledonia wouldn’t want to come if he was there after the message he was typing out was sent.

Soon it was time to wrap up and head back out to the briefing room and get ready to fly in the latter portion of the day.

Jake took one last pensive glance at his phone.

This is better. For the both of us.

Jaw tensing, he pressed send.

He cleaned up the rest of his lunch and left the breakroom in a silence coated by the soft buzzing of the overhead lights and the impending crack of broken hearts.

—

A sigh left your lips.

How could you have been so stupid?

You should have read the label more clearly before measuring it out.

Your mind swam with detrimental thoughts of the days failed experiment.

The cells you spent the previous day growing were wasted when you accidentally put too strong of a solvent after the cells were centrifuged.

It also didn’t help that Ella was away presenting at a conference at the other side of the country.

Frankly, you just wanted to go home, take a nice shower, nestle into your sheets, and forget about the frustrating day you got out of.

A sigh left your lips as you settled into the drivers seat of your car, feeling your frustration dissipate from your body, and be quickly filled with exhaustion.

You bit the inside of your lip as you waited for your phone to turn on and see any messages you missed.

The thought of texting Jake to see if he wanted to come over crossed your mind.

A small smile formed at the thought.

Message from well-fed raccoon :) not downloaded.

You opened the app, tapping on his contact icon.

Your brows furrowed, heart plummeting to the deepest parts of your chest.

We shouldn't do this arrangement anymore. I'm sorry.

You couldn't help but read over the two sentences. Over and over again. Hoping, praying, that they would be something different.

A rattled sigh left your lips, letting your eyes clench shut, and head hit your seat.

Tears pricked your eyes. A dribble quickly turning into a torrential downpour.

Soon, your car was wracked with the repeated, frenzied collisions of your head against the upholstery of your driver's seat.

You stopped with one final hit of your head against the faux leather portion of the head rest, feeling your scowl morph into a groan ridden scowl.

Why the fuck did this have to happen?

What was wrong with you?

Not only did you have to worry about attracting someone, but now you had to worry about keeping them.

Was it your weight?

Your busy schedule?

Did he find out about your depression? Anxiety?

You did your damndest to ensure that Jake knew nothing of that part of you.

Your lip quivered as you broke into a sob marked by wails and sniffles, no different from that of a wounded animal.

God, you couldn’t help but feel that this was coming.

This arrangement; it was all too good to be true.

You scoffed through your tears.

You shouldn’t have been so stupid.

He was called Hangman for a reason.

Your virginity. Your very first experiences with sex.

Your eyes shut as you realized the gravitas of this risk, only sobbing harder.

What if he had only wanted you because you’d never been with anyone else?

This was absolutely devastating.

The world was crashing down around you. You couldn’t breathe with how hard you had started crying, unable to help the feeling of violation that invaded your veins like a poison, turning your blood to a thick sludge, making your heart beat like an engine in overdrive to compensate.

In your blurry eyed, emotionally compromised state, you only wanted to hear one voice.

Penny’s.

She’d understand.

You didn’t want to explain to your mom that you developed a ‘situationship’ with a deadly man and that it bit you in the ass. Hard.

The familiar rumble of the engine filled your car. You swiped away at the continuously flowing tears and mustered enough energy and a sliver of mental clarity to get home safe.

—

“Hey, Cali, how was-”

Penny’s word died on her lips.

The sunny San Diego weather backdropped your teary, red eyes and cheeks, curled lips, and tears streaming down your pretty face.

“Oh, sweetheart,” she strode towards you, encasing you in a hug as you reached out to her, “what’s wrong?”

You sniffled, burying your face into her sweater-clad shoulder.

“Sweetheart, I can’t hear you.”

You lifted your head from her chest.

“Jake doesn’t want me anymore.”

Penny’s heart broke at the sight, gently pulling you back to her, wrapping you in her embrace as sobs wracked your body.

Her heart continued to crack for you with each sob and gasp you let out, gently running her hand through your hair.

You tried not to think about how Jake would do the same thing when he kissed you.

He used to bring you so much joy, but now you felt hypersensitive to even the thought of Hangman.

Touching you.

Speaking to you.

Looking at you.

How he cuddled with you when you slept over that one night.

How he made breakfast with you the next morning.

How he knew your favorite flavor of gelato from Francisco’s.

How he bought you $300 worth of sex toys.

Was this all some kind of sick game to him?

It made your breathing difficult and skin crawl.

How could you have let someone in so close, and know every inch of your body?

“Shhh, Caledonia, it’s ok… let it out.”

Penny knew that Hangman had a reputation. Anyone who frequented the Hard Deck knew that.

But she saw the way he looked at Caledonia when she was busy preparing drinks. Or when she was fixing the juke box. Or wiping down tables.

Penny’s hope for the relationship to succeed was overshadowed by the bubbling sense of anger in her belly.

How could Hangman do such a thing to you?

What was your situation with him exactly?

She continued to soothe you.

“Cali, I’m so sorry… would you want me to call Ella to come over?”

You shook your head, “Ella’s at a conference, and I don’t want to make her worried,” the lump in your throat evident with each break from sniffling.

Penny’s eyebrows furrowed.

You didn’t tell your bestfriend, because you didn’t want to worry her?

Hangman was such an asshole for letting you go.

To both himself, and you.

“Ok, I’m going to call Halo and Phoenix and see if they can come over. Ok? Would that help?”

You nodded, lip quivering as another round of sobs made your body crumple against hers.

“What am I," sniffle, "supposed to do now?”

Your sob-ridened words made Penny’s heart ache as she watched the bright, beautiful, smart girl she knew be deduced to a sobbing mess.

If she could help it, Hangman wouldn’t be allowed to step foot into her bar without being overboarded.

So she did the next best thing; holding you in her open doorway as you sobbed into her knitted top.

“It’s ok, sweetheart…shhh… it's going to be ok.”

That only made you cry harder.

—

Jake’s front door opened with a click, taking his shoes off with a soft thud, not bothering to arrange them on the floor with the rest.

He went through the motions of preparing dinner; the last remaining portion of the beef stew you made him.

His jaw tensed at the sight of the transparent hazel and oak bark brown stew staining the sides of the plastic container on the counter.

How was it so easy for something to go from warming the deepest darkest parts of his soul to being the equivalent of lead, coating his insides and making it hard to breathe?

Shouldn’t I be relieved?

Just as he suspected, the stew didn’t bring him the sense of comfort it did only a mere few days ago.

He sighed, languidly twisting and turning his spoon in the stew, moving the typically delectable sauteed mushrooms and tender beef around.

Now they just made his stomach churn.

Maybe it wasn’t ever the stew itself that was warm and comforting.

Maybe it was the fact that you were the one who made it.

You.

He continued to absentmindlessly stir, the familiar jingle of keys near the front door meeting his ears.

“You’re home late.”

Jake’s seemingly dulled down tone made Javy furrow his eyebrows as he continued to undo his shoes.

“Picked up something for Delilah.”

Jake only gave a small hum.

“Everything alright?”

Jake took a deep exhale, avoiding his wingman’s gaze.

“Yeah,” he coughed,” yeah, I’m fine just tired.”

Javy stared as he trudged towards the stairs, his bowl of half finished left on the table.

His all too familiar air of confidence was elsewhere.

As Javy heard Jake’s door shut, his phone buzzed.

Phoenix: We need to talk. Can you meet at the Hard Deck tomorrow?

—

Jake couldn’t take his eyes off the ceiling as he laid on his bed.

He should feel relieved.

Relationships were never his strong suit, meaning he avoided them like the plague.

He’d done it once, and never again.

It was too…painful. Heart wrenching. Traumatizing.

One-night stands were easier. Always easier.

This arrangement was supposed to be just that.

He’d help you out, teach you the ropes and then wish you luck on your future relationships.

That was it.

He was supposed to move on with his day without seeing things in his everyday life and not think about you.

Not think, “Caledonia would love this”, or “ This would make her smile.”

You weren’t supposed to have an infectious smile, or a laugh that made him wish for glimpses of a future together, or be able to moan and whine so prettily that he would drown in if he could.

Your lips weren’t supposed to be soft. Or sweet. Or pretty.

Hell, you weren’t supposed to look as beautiful as you did in that velvet dress at Admiral Cain’s retirement ball. Or as you walked towards him in his booth at Fransisco’s. Or as you opened the door when he was supposed to teach you how to give a blowjob. Or as you stood before him in front of the mirror in the dressing room of Pleasures of the 3rd Kind.

Or when he first saw your body without the hindrance of clothes.

But the state of dress, or undress, didn’t change how he saw you.

It was all you.

You.

He could feel his heart beat faster and cheeks heat as reminisced on his moments with you.

But those moments seemed to dwarf in comparison to his moments with you outside of your lessons together.

Getting gelato together.

Playing cards with Amelia.

Making up a story to get a 15% discount on sex toys.

Slow dancing with you.

Feeling your lips on his cheek.

Your soft, tender kisses.

Your warm, safe, secure hugs.

Your infectious, warm laugh that made his chest explode with warmth.

How you cared for him so effortlessly.

The fact you took time out of your busy schedule to care of him when he was sick.

He hadn’t been taken care of like that since he left home.

Those moments made him feel some sliver of deservance of your affections. Of your devoted, unconditional love.

He wasn’t supposed to feel this way.

He was supposed to be able to move on with his life, like with every one-night stand he’d been with before.

Say goodbye to you after he ‘hit and split,” and never think about you again.

Or to never feel the need to think about you again.

It should have been a relief, cutting off this arrangement with you.

But it wasn’t.

And he’d have to live with that.

The fact he was stupid enough, scared enough, and selfish enough to let you go.

To not tell you what he needed to tell you.

Jake could feel his ill placed relief morph into a deep rooted sadness in his empty chest.

Like a spoon scrapping the inside of a pomegranate until there was nothing but rind.

A rattled sigh left his lips, feeling a lump in his throat begin to settle.

What am I supposed to do now?

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Steve Rogers is the love of your life, but there have been times all you’ve felt for him is hate. Five times to be exact.

WARNING/S: Language, fighting, medical terminology and procedures, exile, anxiety, nightmares, death. I think that's everything.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION FOR MY WORK TO BE USED IN ANY CAPACITY

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kyistell · 2 months

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Alaska n Cali ? ^_^ romantic or platonic, or neither, just how they’d interact doesn’t matter to me, just curious :33

I AM SO SORRY THAT THIS IS SO LATE. I meant to do this sooner I swear, I just had no idea how to do what I needed to on Google Docs mobile. Anyway, I went the platonic route sorta, it can read as romantic as well, sooo HERE!!!!

Alaska and California-

Cuddles, all the cuddles, it’s what they do like 80% of the time when they’re together

Alaska will just pick Cali up at random, like it’s the more normal thing in the world, and Cali just takes it

They don’t actually talk much when together, well Alaska doesn’t, Cali yaps

Cali somehow managed to get Alaska to watch anime with them one time, it ended at ep 4 when girl + dog = lot’s of crying from the both of them

Alaska has a pet bear and Cali has the insatiable need to pet and cuddle things that can kill him

They have gone to multiple sports games together, despite Alaska not liking the crowds and Cali not like the noise or the crowds, according to Cali it’s “a bonding experience to watch your team win while on the bring of either shutting down or a panic attack”

Cali does sketches of Alaska throughout the day, sometimes the drawings include other states but normally it’s just him, then at the end of the day Cali will give them all to Alaska who proceeds to put them all on the fridge in the garage

Winter vacay is determined by a coin flip, it’s normally with Alaska (it’s not rigged, Alaska just always picks the right side)

Cali tried to get Alaska to understand the appeal video games, then ended up getting demolished by him because of tilt control on Mario Kart

Alaska taught Cali how to ice fish, how to safely skate on open ice, and how to be silent in the woods

The two are just very close, Cali is an outcast not by choice and Alaska is one by choice, it’s an interesting relationship

Cali was incredibly close to telling Alaska about the fact that he writes fanfics, they didn’t but the fact that he was going to is something of note

Cali steals Alaska’s hoodies and shirts since they SWIM in them

Have I mentioned cuddles? Because that is basically what the whole relationship is built upon, cuddles. So. Many. Cuddles.

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a quick note

hey, all,

so, late last year, a lovely anonymous reader of mine took the time to comment on start a riot and point out some sections of the fic where i'd represented sara's autism incorrectly, taking the time to explain why such misrepresentations could be harmful. i've already said this in a reply to their comment, but i just want to reiterate that i'm so appreciative of them taking the time to educate me on this when they didn't have to. if you know me or have read any of my fics, you know how important factual accuracy is to me, as well as staying true to the characters, so them reaching out meant the world to me. <3

i promised them i'd try my best to correct these scenes. it took a while, but i never forgot. dear anon, i'm so, SO very sorry it took me so long-- i'll save you the laundry list of excuses and just put forward the updated versions of chapters 5 and 6 of SAR (also here at FFN) with the hope that they read more true-to-life now. if not, feel free to bonk me over the head with a (metaphorical) mallet, and i'll keep trying until i get it right. ;)

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mybadlywrittenstories · 4 months

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Two Different Worlds (Jasper Hale Fanfic)

A/N: Hey guys it has been FOREVER since I wrote fanfic and I completely forgot my old Tumblr stories, but I am back at it fellas, please feel free to give any feedback just please be respectful. Also I prefer writing using my OCs instead of using y/n stuff)

Word Count: 2,022

The gentle drumming of raindrops melodically dropping onto the windshield lulled me into a peaceful half-sleep in the back of my father's police cruiser. I was vaguely aware of the light conversation between my father Charlie and my younger sister Bella.

The awkwardness between those two was palpable in the air, for two people who hardly got along they truly were unbelievably alike. I let their uncomfortable discussion pass me by and focused on the other issues that were running rampant around my mind. The first was the fact that I was halfway through my senior year, and now I had to transfer to a new school. Well, I didn't have to per se, but considering I was still freshly 18 and the only job I held back in Arizona was a retail warehouse job that paid 7.15 an hour-- and I still had to buy my own car and pay for my own college-- I wasn't exactly in a situation to move out on my own back in my sunny home of Pheonix Arizona.

Not that I hated Forks, it was definitely a quaint little town that held a certain charm to it. Truthfully, I don't quite understand my mother Renee's and Bella's pure hatred for this place was, but to each, there own I suppose. I was just disappointed to leave Arizona, so close to graduation, my two friends Liv and Abbi, and my now ex-boyfriend Mark, had to stay back in Arizona.

A throb of pain ripped through my chest and tangled itself around my heart when I thought about Mark, more guilt than grief. We had only been dating casually-- more so for the fun of it than due to any real feelings we had shared-- or so I thought. When I had ended things with him a week before my departure, He revealed he harbored much stronger feelings than I knew. Our breakup was still amicable however, in the end, he agreed long distance was not meant for us-- well more so, me.

I had also promised to call him, Liv, and Abbi, as much as possible and Skype at least twice a week. The guilt-ridden thorns pressing into my heart tightened a bit as I remembered his hopeful expression when I left, Liv later informed me that he was harboring hope that he'd be able to convince me to try long distance with him once I was settled in. It wasn't out of the question I supposed, but I never saw our little 4-month fling lasting longer than the end of senior year-- but who knows where life will take me--

"Cali"

I hope I can at least make some new friends here, even if they only last a short time.

"Cali wake up, Sweetie."

Scratch that-- I hope my sister can make some friends. She's always alone. We lived in Arizona for years and she never made any real friends, that's not healthy. I hope--

"Calliope Swan!"

My father urged, shaking my shoulder gently. My eyes snapped open, my body jerking forward as I took in my surroundings. My father had parked his beat-up cruiser in the driveway of my second home. A sense of nostalgia washed over me unexpectedly, I had very few memories of my time living here but some microscopic part of my brain still recognized this home as my childhood home; I did spend the first 2 years of my life calling this two-story rundown house as my home.

"Sorry," I sighed groggily, "I didn't realize I had fallen asleep."

"It's alright." My dad smiled, his endearing awkward smile, "I already brought in your bags, so why don't you go make yourself at home."

"Aye Aye Captian." I joked, mock-saluting him before I climbed out of the back seat, grabbing my over-stuffed backpack and messenger bag. Charlie showed me up to my room-- completely unnecessary considering I've spent two weeks of my summers and all of my spring breaks here for the past 16 years-- and I had spent the first 2 years of my life living here.

My room was just as I had left it last summer, with the same sage-green walls and dark oak floors. My stormy grey curtains were slid open, the sun illuminating the room to the best of its abilities despite the gloomy weather outside. My full-sized mattress draped in a deep blue cover and covered with small stuffed animals I had collected over the years was shoved into the far left corner in front of one of the two windows. At the foot of my bed was my old wooden storage chest, the small metal latch holding down the lid was the only thing holding back the absurd amount of clutter I knew it contained-- all those distant memories.

The rest of my room was pretty simple but cluttered. A bedside table was tucked next to my bed, and a llama-shaped lamp sat on it with photos and books stacked upon it. On the opposing side of the room was my comfortable but old faded emerald green plush chair, and a matching ottoman. My dresser was overflowing with clothing and I cringed at the idea of having to go through all of them to make space for the new clothing I had brought. The mirror attached to the dresser has polaroids of me and all my friends, from both Forks and Arizona. Directly next to the door was my hooded desk, again more random items, and my ancient computer decorated it. In the final corner was my sauder wooden shelves, stocked full of all my worn-out second-hand books.

I breathed in the sweet-- slightly dewy scent of my room and let out a relaxed sigh. This won't be so bad, this is just as much of my home as Arizona was.

Taking note of my plethora of bags stacked in the corner next to the bookshelves I decided I should probably thank Dad for taking them upstairs for me, There really was a lot of them. However, when I turned around I saw my dad's back as he made his way down the hallways toward Bella's room

Oh well, I'll tell him later.

The rest of the day passed by swiftly and without much incident, other than a very swift visit from the Black family where Charlie had very graciously bought my younger sister her first car. Then, very sheepishly informed me that he'd go 50-50 with me on a used car-- that definitely stung a bit but I could understand. Bella was not the fondest of our dad and it was an obvious way of trying to get her to warm up to living in Forks, and to his credit, it did work. She was practically bouncing with excitement when she explored her new car, little Jacob Black following her around like a puppy while she did.

Jacob Black was adorable and sweet, he'd make a good friend for Bella. She would just have to open up to him, he's a few years younger so she used to gravitate toward his older sisters Rachel and Rebecca although they've both moved away from Washington. Last I heard Rachel was away at college and Rebecca was married to a Samoan Surfer. So Bella would have to make new friends, and the twin's nerdy little brother looked like he would do; he certainly seemed eager enough to befriend her.

Other than that though, the day was mainly uneventful. Charlie ordered some celebratory pizza and wings from a local joint, I made some idle chit-chat with Charlie as we ate, but Bella mainly stayed quiet; Stewing in her self-pity a little more than I would've liked.

I helped Charlie pack up the leftovers for his lunch at work tomorrow, making a suggestive comment that perhaps he should consider eating a more healthy lunch, which was quickly shot down by him.

"I'm as healthy as a horse, Cali. I wouldn't be sheriff if I weren't."

"Okay, Okay, Whatever you say Pops. Just don't want to have to rush you to the ER one day due to a heart attack. I get enough ER time because of Bella."

This elicited a small chuckle from him, "That girl sure is a magnet for trouble isn't she?"

"I don't know where she got the clutz gene from, but I think we single-handedly kept the Pheonix ER in business. It was just a month ago we had to take her in 'cause she burned the crap out of her arm on a tea kettle." I laughed, remembering the look of horror in her eyes when the doctor had to inform her that she needed to keep her arm bandaged up for the next week-- and in that AZ heat that would get rather sweaty and uncomfortable quick.

When I noticed Charlie had gone silent while washing up a few dishes, I looked over at him. His face was pinched up in deep thought and from what I could tell concern. "Hey, you good dad?"

"Huh?" He looked over to me and met my gaze, looking a tad embarrassed he had been caught zoning out, he dried off the last dish in his hand and looked over to me seriously, "Can I ask you a serious question, Cali?" He asked, taking on the voice of a worried father.

"Ya, go ahead."

"Do you think..." He paused and thought for a moment, sorting out whatever thoughts were running around his mind. "I know, me and you are very different people. Everyone always says me and Bella are a lot alike but... I know you. I know you're gonna be okay here even if it wasn't necessarily what you wanted."

I opened my mouth to object, I didn't not want to move to Forks. I just was hesitant due to almost being ready to go off to college. He continued on before I had the chance to interrupt though.

"But Bella, she's so quiet, and I can tell she doesn't want to be here. I hate seeing her so upset... I know I'm not the most fun person to be around and I'm going to try and change that but do you think you could look after her? Let me know how I'm doing... If she is happy? Make sure she's doing okay at school and stuff."

"Of course, Dad. I'll keep an eye out for her." I smiled cautiously. This was the first time in a long time I had seen him this worried; the last time was when I came out to visit one year, and it was the first year Bella had decided not to come to Forks to see him. He talked to me back then, asking if Bella was okay and if he had done something wrong. My heart throbbed when I imagined what it must be like for him, loving a daughter so much and feeling so hopeless; as if nothing he would ever do would be the right thing to do.

"Thank you." He said with a timid smile, we both continued to clean up the kitchen in relative silence. I suspected he was doing a bit more cleaning than he would typically do on account of me and Bella being here-- although Bella had already excused herself up to her room.

Once the Kitchen was practically spotless, I took it as my turn to excuse myself into my bedroom. I finished what I could by unpacking my room, opting to leave all my bathroom supplies in a small basket on my dresser, instead of taking up the limited bathroom space. My new books were put away on my shelf, my make-up on the desk next to my small popup mirror. My shoes were lined up on the wall beside my door. The only thing left to do was go through my clothes and that was a challenge to tackle another day.

As I lay in my bed, listening to the gentle sounds of rain hitting the rooftop, I tried to envision what this new chapter in my life would hold for me; however brief it may be.

#jasper hale #jasper whitlock #jasper cullen #twilight #twilight fanfic #twilight fanfiction #twilight saga #oc #original character #jasper hale x reader #jasper hale x oc

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iwasforcedtomakethisbytum · 9 months

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Here's a stupid ass idea that won't exist my brain, so I'm spitting it out here, maybe i could make a whole fanfic like this? Basically my idea is States reacting to fanfics specifically texas and california for now

They're both sitting there at the computer at the beginning

"eh i mean i think we can handle a fanfic of us in a relationship" cali

"yeah, Florida won't shut up about his stories about us making out, or killing each other, it depends on the day, but I think I'm desensitized to the thought of kissing this (technical error)"

"TEXAS! YOU CAN'T JUST SAY THAT"

"shut it, let's just read the writing"

They go in reading it for a bit

"wow this story is way longer than Florida's are normally" texas

"yeah, you are really out of character though, i mean like they really aren't getting your accent right"

Both of their eyes widen as they continue reading

"Ooooh my god" cali covers his mouth

They both stay silent for a second before texas gets up and california takes off his glasses

"Ughhhhhh i don't wanna see anymore..." California pulled his head over his eyes

"WHAT THE (TECHNICAL ERROR) IS THAT, WHAT THE (TECHNICAL ERROR) YOU SICKOS, EVEN FLORIDA DIDN'T DO THIS (TECHNICAL ERROR)"

"texas? Do you have a gun? Shoot it if you do!" He said sounding more whiny than usual

"OH I'M GETTING ONE, I AIN'T LETTING THIS EXIST FOR ANOTHER SECOND!" he snaps himself away before coming back preparing to shoot the laptop

"NONONONONONO!" the camera man said before the recording ended

and that's all, i enjoyed that :)

#welcome to the table #welcome to the statehouse #wttt #wttsh #wttt texas #wttt california #wttt florida

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yin-yanglulu · 1 month

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MABU TRIO DAY IS HERE! WAHOO!

Hope y’all enjoy it as I’ve been wanting to do this event for so long!

Feel free to post fanart and maybe some fanfics and other stuff for the event (you’ll have to tag me so I can see it)

If you can’t remember the rules, here they are

While the day is mostly focused on the platonic relationship between Flynn, Cali and Hugo, romantic stuff is allowed (so yes you can write something like a Calynn fic but it’s prob best you include the mabu trio friendship stuff too)

No NSFW/18+ content, not because we have a problem with it but more because some people who are participating in the event might be uncomfortable with it, so make sure to keep your stuff for the week as PG-13 as possible

Any form of bigotry regarding the event (sexism, racism, homophobia, ableism, etc) will not be tolerated!

Also make sure to use the #mabu trio day tag for your stuff!

(I’ll be posting a nice little fic later so wait for that!)

Tagging those who are/might be interested:

@minnesotamedic186 @dove-skulls @dreamymirastone @twizzoid and @pipittypro

Anyone else is free to participate!

#skylanders #mabu trio day

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jump-wings · 3 months

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Thank you very much for tagging me @ronald-speirs

HBOWAR Fandom Q/A

Thank you to for tagging me ıt was fun to do

Name/ Alias:

Lexie ‘Lex’

Country:

France (but currently in Greece)

Which of the series have you seen - BOB, TP, GK, MOTA:

First I watched TP and two year after BOB, now waiting for MOTA every friday!

Use an emoji or ONE word to describe your favourite character in an hbowar miniseries:

🤣

Ultimate ship (if any):

Winnix. They are meant for each other :)

Favourite fic (yes I made this q&a just to get fic recs):

Actually I don’t read so many fics. There are many talented and creative fic writers.

What are some ways you interact in the fandom?:

Reblog on Tumblr, I joined several Discord Servers, admire stuff others created for fandom, write couple of fanfics and create couple of OC.

Favourite colour:

Yellow and dark blue

Current favourite song:

While searching for a writing idea I found that song

Lucienne Boyer - Parlez-Moi D'Amour (1930)

What would you say if I held up a can of peaches?:

Probably trying to hide my smile before my CO see it.

Complete this sentence: “Where the hell is ___ company?!”

Fox is the correct answer. But I want to add ‘’EASY COMPANY (FOR JUST ME)’’ :)

Other accounts or socials?:

My main blog is jump-wings on Tumblr. I also use Pinterest.

List one other fandom member (mutual or a follower you admire) for some appreciation:

I am really lucky that this fandom is first fandom I joined and I met so many nice and sweet people. Unfortunately I am extremely shy person I couldn’t interact with others much but I love my mutuals!

Tagging: (No pressure!) @saturnwisteria @theflyingfin @thoughts-of-caly @1waveshortofashipwreck @the-cinnamontography-is-amazing

#a little about me #thank you for tagging me

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daddy-dins-girl · 9 months

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Reparations (Chapter 1)

Javier Peña x Christina Jurado

Masterlist

AO3 link

Chapter 2 Summary: Nothing good had happened since that afternoon all those months ago that Javier Pena sidled up next to her at that bar and bought her a drink. But that all might be about to change.

Chap 1 WC: 3k

Warnings: 18+ MDNI. Explicit rating for Chapter 2 only. Mentioned character death (Franklin). Angst, because it's these two.

I literally couldn't find any fanfic of these two so I had to write it myself... If you know of any, lmk!!! I loved their tension.

Javier Pena was shocked when he opened the door to his apartment to see the one and only Christina Jurado standing on the other side. He should have been even more surprised when he barely got her name off his lips before she slapped him so hard across his left cheek that he nearly lost his balance. The only reason he hadn’t been all that shocked was because if he was being honest with himself, that slap was probably a long time coming.

“Guess I deserved that” Javi said, rubbing his hand across what was surely his reddened cheek. He could still feel the warmth the hard smack of her palm had left in its wake.

Still, he was very surprised to see her. He hadn’t seen her since the airport 5 months ago when he’d found out her husband, who Javier was on his way to take her to see, had been murdered in prison while awaiting to testify against his bosses; of which Javier had forced him into.

He had never meant for that to happen, obviously. Franklin Jurado was his golden goose. The key to bringing down the Cali Cartel. Follow the money, there was a reason it was a saying. He had used Christina to get to her husband, and they both knew that. And because of that, she blamed him for his death, of course she had. Nothing good had happened since that afternoon all those months ago that Javier Pena sidled up next to her at that bar and bought her a drink. Her life had never been the same, and it never would be again.

“Oh you deserve a lot more than that” she snarled at him, still standing at the threshold of the doorway to Javi’s apartment.

“Christina” Javier sighed, hands on his hips, head hanging low as he shook it lightly. “I’m s-”

“Don’t!” she interrupted, pointing a finger at his chest.

“Okay” Javier submitted, hands up in the air in surrender. “Do you… will you come in?” He finally asked, stepping to the side to welcome her inside.

She eyed him for a moment as she wasn’t sure what her next move was going to be before she finally conceded and took a few short strides into his apartment, brushing past where he stood in the entryway.

“Drink?” He asked and she merely nodded her head.

Javier nodded in return and walked over to the kitchen, grabbing two short glasses from the cupboard and a bottle of whiskey that was sitting on the countertop.

“Ice?” He asked and she simply shook her head.

Javier poured two glasses and bringing the bottle along with him, walked into the living room next, gesturing for her to take a seat. She sat down on the large brown leather sofa while Javier took a seat on an armchair across from her and handed her her glass, eyeing her as she downed the three fingers in a single gulp and promptly held her glass out, the action silently requesting a refill.

“So, what uh…” Javier began, pouring a few more ounces into the glass for her. “What are you doing here?”

“In your apartment?”

“Well, Columbia, in general.” he clarified. “But also, yeah, that”

Christina shrugged before taking to her drink once again, this time just a small sip rather than the whole glass. “I had some loose ends to tie up, some packing to do back hom-” she stopped herself, clearing her throat. “Back at the old house that I need to ship back to the States”

“I see” Javier nodded. “And to what do I owe the pleasure, besides you know” he gestured to the red mark across his cheek.

“Well don’t be offended, dear Agent Pena, but you were an afterthought” she shrugged. “When I got to the airport ready to head back to Boston it was announced that my flight was delayed 15 hours and I don’t exactly have the best memories of that place so I didn’t want to be stuck there a minute longer than I had to be. But, I’d already handed the keys to the old house over to the realtor earlier and it seems all my past acquaintances are either dead or in prison, no thanks to you I’m sure, so…” she trailed off, before downing the remainder of her glass. This time however she shook her head when he held the bottle out in offer of another glass.

“Right” Javier nodded. “Sorry about that”

“Are you?” She asked incredulously, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Nope” he let out immediately, letting the ‘p’ pop before finishing his own glass of whisky.

“Didn’t think so”

An uncomfortable silence stretched on for a few long seconds before Javier opened his mouth to speak again.

“But I am sorry about-”

“Don’t!” Christina immediately cut him off, voice suddenly laced with anger as she pointed a finger at his chest.

“Christina” Javier sighed, shaking his head.

“I mean it Javier” she huffed. “I don’t want your sorrys! If you wouldn’t have sought me out in that damn bar that afternoon maybe I wouldn’t have been fucking kidnapped by a drug cartel and maybe my husband would still be alive, not shanked to death in prison like he was some lowlife scumbag!”

Javier had no response. There wasn’t much he could say. He just hung his head slightly and nodded in understanding. She deserved to be upset with him, even if he was just doing his job, he had used her to do it.

“You were a real piece of work, you know that?” She bravely continued, her anger fueling her courage now as she sat up straighter in her seat. “Coming on to me like that, pretending to be attracted to me, making me - “ she thought better of what she was about to say and stopped herself, shaking her head. “Using me as a pawn in your game against my husband” she decided to say instead.

“Christina, it was never my intention to have any harm come to Franklin. I needed him alive” he said aloud and immediately regretted the words, closing his eyes and hanging his head.

“I NEEDED HIM ALIVE!” Christina screamed at him. Yep, he deserved that too. “And you took him from me!” she spat, getting up from her seat now to tower over Javier.

“Look at me, you son of a bitch” she seethed, shoving at his shoulder. Javier immediately brought his gaze up to find hers, his eyes soft with despair and regret.

“Christina,”

“I hate you” she growled. “I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!” she continued, smacking him hard in the shoulder with each ‘hate’ that left her lips.

Javier took it for as long as he could until finally he too was out of his seat in a flash and grabbing onto her upper arms to stop her assault. She continued to fight against him, attempting to free her limbs as she began to choke out loud sobs that shook her entire body in his arms and before he could think better of it, Javier crushed her body against his, wrapping his arms around her and holding her against him as the sobs continued to rack her body until her limbs felt weak, her knees nearly buckling beneath her, Javier the only thing keeping her upright.

“I’m sorry” he whispered against her hair as hot tears spilled down the crook of his neck where her face was currently nuzzled. “I’m fucking sorry, I mean it. I’m so goddamn sorry Christina”

He held her for as long as she would allow him, which was the better part of a minute, at most, before she gently pushed back from him and returned to her seat on the couch and Javier took a seat next to her and placed a hand between her shoulder blades, slowly rubbing back and forth as Christina took her head in her hands for a few long moments in an attempt to collect herself. When she brought her head back up Javier removed his hand from her and clasped them in his lap, ready and waiting to hear whatever she had left to throw at him. He could take it.

“He was fucking someone else” she said quietly, the emotion suddenly gone from her voice entirely.

Well, whatever the hell he had expected her to say, it was not that.

“What?” Javier felt he needed to clarify. Surely he hadn’t heard right.

“I never… caught him, or anything, but I know. A wife knows” she shrugged, indifference in her tone.

“How?” Javier ventured carefully, not wanting to upset her further.

“It was little things, at first, like he started bringing me on less of his business trips. We always went everywhere together, me and Franklin, no matter how short or long the trip would be, always together. Then when he was away without me his phone calls to me started getting shorter and shorter, and further apart between them. Always a half-assed excuse from him and for all his abilities, being a good liar was not one of them. And I just… knew. No matter how busy he was with work, he was never too busy for me, but the last few months before…. Well, it was different. He was different. I guess the honeymoon phase had to end sometime right?”

Javier just stared at her, unsure of what to say, or if she even wanted him to respond.

“And the last couple of months,” she continued anyway, “before you know, he was gone, he… he barely touched me. Which was again, completely out of character for him. I mean before, we could barely go 24 hours without…” she stopped, suddenly flushed with embarrassment as she buried her head in her hands and shook it back and forth.

“God I can’t believe I’m saying any of this to you” she said, speech muffled through her hands. “Must be some cop thing, like I feel compelled to just spill about everything when I talk to you”

“Well I wish literally anybody else I spoke to in an interrogation room shared your inhibition” he said jokingly in an attempt to lighten the mood but she remained still beside him.

“You know, if it's any consolation,” Javier began instead, “We didn’t find any… you know, evidence, of anything like that”

“Don’t need evidence, Agent Pena,” she sighed heavily, finally bringing her gaze up to find his “I heard it in my husband’s voice that first trip he took without me, a couple months before you and I met”

Javier had no idea what to say to that. He shouldn’t be all that surprised, but sure enough, he was. Franklin seemed very much in love with his wife but then again, he supposed things weren’t always what they seemed from an outside perspective.

“After you know, you and I met at the bar” she continued after a few moments, “I went home and I cried that whole afternoon” she admitted, shaking her head slightly at the memory and feeling utterly embarrassed.

“All those things you said about how could my husband be dragged away from me” she huffed a laugh, shaking her head slightly. “Just uh... Really hit home I guess that day”

“For what it’s worth,” Javier finally spoke after long moments of silence stretched between them. “It wasn’t… I didn’t have to pretend” Should he have said it? Probably not, but too late, it was out there.

“What?” Christina asked, not following.

“Earlier, you said I pretended to find you attractive. Just so you know, I didn’t have to pretend. I know, that’s probably a shitty thing to say right about-”

Javier didn’t get to finish his sentence before Christina suddenly launched herself at him, mouth capturing his in a bruising kiss. It took Javier off guard for certain, and a few seconds ticked by before he finally snapped out of his initial shock and began kissing her back in earnest. It was anything but romantic. It was all teeth and tongue and Christina’s hands fisting in Javier’s shirt at his shoulders as she held him to her, the two of them only pulling apart when the need for oxygen forced them.

“Christina” Javier was panting heavily, forehead resting against hers.

What the fuck had just happened?

“Make me feel good, Javi” Christina all but whined against his lips, her voice on the edge of tears as she grinded desperately against him. She was wearing a pretty little sundress. White, with red flowers adorned it, perfect to combat the Columbian heat and perfect for Javier to be able to run his hands up her legs towards her thighs, reveling in the feeling of touching her bare flesh. He was staring down at his hands, watching their ascent up her legs, getting lost under the fabric of the bottom of her dress before coming back down as he tried to wrap his head around if this really was happening to him right now. Just how in the fuck he got so lucky to have this perfect blonde angel writhing in his lap, begging for him. She ground her hips down against him again and this time he lifted his to offer a thrust of his own in return, his throbbing need for her suffocating in the confines of his jeans as he brushed against her.

“Please, please Jav," she panted, licking a stripe up the shell of his ear. "Just make me feel good. I need it, please”

Shit.

Possibly against his better judgment, it remained to be seen, Javier was suddenly standing, a hand on either of her legs securing her around his waist as he carried her off down the hallway to his bedroom. Christina had one arm locked around his neck to hold on, and the other was messily threading through his hair as her mouth latched onto his earlobe, pulling it between her teeth slightly before soothing over it with her tongue and god damn, he couldn’t get her to his bed fast enough.

Kicking the door wide open with his foot Javier made the few quick strides over to his bed and placed her down on the side so she was seated at the edge with him standing in front of her. Her ass barely hit the mattress before her hands flew up to his waist, wrestling with his belt in an attempt to free it from his body as quickly as possible. She got the buckle undone but before she could go any further Javier’s strong hands were on hers, stilling them and she huffed in protest.

“Are you sure?” He had to ask, even if it might literally kill him if she said no.

“It’s not obvious?” came her smart reply, but it wasn’t good enough for Javier and he let go of one of her hands to gently grasp her chin and raise her face up to find his.

God she was beautiful, Javier thought to himself, bringing his second hand up to place gently on her cheek and rub a thumb under her eye. And Franklin Jurado was a fucking idiot.

Christina must have been able to tell that her response did not in fact suffice and she removed her hands from his belt, bringing one up to rest over his larger one that lay against her cheek as she looked him directly in the eyes.

“Javier, I’m sure.” She said soundly. “I want this. I want you. I wanted you that afternoon in that bar all those months ago, and I want you right now”

Well, Javier did not need to be told twice. He removed his hands from her face and gently grasped the fabric of the hem of her dress at her knees and pulled it up her body until it was up and over her head and she sat bare before him in only a lacy white bra and matching panties. She still had her heels on and god help him if it didn’t turn him on that much further. He dropped the dress in a heap on the floor.

"Fucking gorgeous," he whispered into the stillness of the room, eyes roaming over every exposed inch of her. He may not be the best person to have around for a woman who is clearly going through an emotionally hard time, but Bedroom Javi, this he knew. This he was good at.

“Lie down” he instructed, his voice low, and she fell back onto the mattress, legs still hanging over the side of the bed as Javier made quick work of ridding himself of his t-shirt, tossing it to the floor beside him before sinking down onto his knees in front of her.

“What are you doing?” Christina immediately gasped, lifting herself on her elbows to look at him.

“You asked me to make you feel good, Christina. Let me.”

Oh.

Chapter 2

#pedro pascal #javier peña #narcos #fanfiction #pedro pascal character fanfic #javier pena fanfiction #javier pena narcos

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