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awritessomething · 4 months

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I have absolutely no ideas for writing whatsoever pleaseplease leave requests!!! Smut, angst, fluff, whatever y’all want I can probably do.

Ill write for these people and probably more that I forgot (all male character x fem!reader) :

Formula 1:

Max Verstappen

Lando Norris

Oscar Piastri

Charles Leclerc

Pierre Gasly

Lewis Hamilton

Carlos Sainz

Daniel Riccardo

Mick Schumacher

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

David Rossi (preferably young)

Marvel:

Bucky Barnes

Tony Stark

Thor

Sam Wilson

Deadpool

Steve Rogers

Spiderman (Tom Holland, Andrew Garfield, Miguel O'hara)

Call of Duty

Keegan Russ

Simon "Ghost" Riley

König

Phillip Graves

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Star Wars:

Anakin Skywalker

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Kylo Ren

Luke Skywalker

Han Solo

Outer Banks:

JJ Maybank

Rafe Cameron

Topper Thornton

John B. Routledge

Harry Potter:

Harry Potter

Cedric Diggory

Draco malfoy

Ron Weasley

Fred Weasley

Blaise Zabini

Regulus Black

Severus Snape

Tom Riddle

Sirius Black

Lorenzo Berkshire

Oliver Wood

The Walking Dead:

Glenn Rhee

Daryl Dixon

Rick Grimes

Carl Grimes

Miscallaneous:

Jack Champion (Ethan Landry)

Patrick Bateman

Batman (Christian Bale)

Johnathan Crane

Finnick Odair

Josh Hutcherson (Peeta Mellark, Mike Schmidt, Sean Anderson, Clapton Davis)

Rodrick Heffley

Colby Brock

Sam Golbach

Tristan Dugray

Dylan O'brien

Jude Bellingham

Joao Felix

Bellamy Blake

Patrick Dempsey (Derek Shepherd, Ronald Miller)

Joe Goldberg

Timothee Chalamet (Wonka, Paul Atreides)

Minho (The Maze Runner)

Keanu Reeves (John Wick, Neo, Alex Wyler)

Jim Halpert

Farkas

Ulfric Stormcloak

Miraak

Ben Schnetzer (Max Vandenburg, Brad Land, Russ Sheppard)

Brock Purdy

Ralph Macchio (Daniel Larusso, Johnny Cade)

Dallas Winston

Sodapop Curtis

Robby Keene

Zuko (atla dallas liu)

Jet (atla sebastian amoruso)

Cillian Murphy (Johnathan crane, jackson rippner, Neil Lewis)

Evan Peters (all ahs characters, Luke cooper)

What I wont do:

Pedophilia

Beastiality or anything animal-y

Waterworks

Male reader (sorry)

Character x character

Threesomes or anything not 1x1

Character x oc

Specific body types (i just don’t see the point)

Daddy/mommy kinks

Incest or stepcest

(I’ll prob have to add on but its midnight rn)

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veeveethebunee · 2 months

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INTRODUCTIONS!!

--> ok i will be honest i have no idea what im doing, all my life and this is my first time on tumblr but bare with me..

--> but im a writer (and roleplayer for when i cant write by myself) and has recently hit MAJOR writers block and thought if i read other peoples work AND maybe have some people submit requests and prompts i could kick it away. so this is just to list all the things i write and who im able to write.

1. FANDOMS :

the fandoms im able to write in the most accurately goes as followed :

- supernatural

- stranger things

- marvel cinematic universe

- x-men (mainly the movies, my comic knowledge is sadly limited.

- merlin

2. CHARACTERS :

there is certain characters i can write from each fandom, some more than others.

- SUPERNATURAL : Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Kevin Tran, Crowley, Rowena, Charlie.

- STRANGER THINGS : Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Jim Hopper, Nacy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers.

- MCU : Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Matt Murdock, Clint Barton, Loki, Thor, Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield), Sam Wilson.

- X-MEN : charles xavier (young), erik lehnsherr (young), peter maximoff, alex summers, hank mccoy, raven darkholme, sean cassidy, logan howlett, scott summers, ororo munroe.

- MERLIN : arthur pendragon, morgana, gwen, merlin, gwaine, lancelot.

- OTHERS (other fandoms im in that arent major) : mike schmidt (fnaf movie), clapton davis (detention), sean anderson, angus macgyver (macgyver)

- i DO write more characters and im always into more but i cant list them all-- so im always opened to playing more characters.

3. THINGS I WRITE.

- SHIPS : some ships im into and write are sastiel, merthur, cherik, gwen/morgana, robin/nancy, sam/bucky, steddie. but im always opened to more ships!! practicslly any ship as long as they arent anything like incest, illegal, etc.

-> i will also write self inserts, y/n fics, and even ocs!! i just need the info to do so.

- TOPICS : i write about ANYTHING that you could think of, whether its a certain trope for characters, fluff, angst, even smut and certain things that pertain to that-- just ask!! i will tell if theres something i will not write.

-> and thats about it!! atleast thats everything i can think of!! thank you for reading!!

#supernatural #xmen #x men movies #x reader #oc x canon #stranger things #marvel mcu #fanfic #fandom #roleplay #writers on tumblr #writing #fnaf movie #macgyver #cherik #steddie #sastiel

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photogirl894 · 7 months

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Can you tell us about your full-length Hunter x OC fanfic? The inspiration for it, when/where it takes place, a brief summary, and what you love most about it?

Do you like writing one-shots or full-length more?

Favorite character?

Favorite trope?

Currently reading?

How's life these days? :)

Thanks, Freesia!! 💜

Well, my Hunter x OC fic is "Sun and Rain" and it's about a woman from Tatooine named Kimber that the Bad Batch rescue and she eventually becomes part of their squad. In the midst of going on adventures with them, she falls in love with Hunter and develops special relationships with all the boys, especially Echo and Crosshair. It starts off with all original stuff and then later connects to the events of the Bad Batch show and is mostly canon compliant, as of right now. Obviously while weaving Kimber into the story, which I find very fun!

The inspiration for it? Not entirely sure, it was just an idea that came to me. Kimber was originally supposed to be for, like, a one shot idea, but then she developed into a totally different, more involved character. I love the personality she has and how much she's grown in the 2 years I've been working on the fic. She's strong and a fierce fighter without being OP or a "Mary Sue" and she's very in touch with her emotions and cares deeply for the Clones and anyone else she considers her friends without being too emotional or coming across as weak. I like to think I've given her a good balance in making her a good character 😊

I do love to write longer fics just cuz my mind just goes wild with ideas and it takes a lot of effort for me to keep one shots short lol

My favorite character...well, if you're referring to Bad Batch, it's Hunter, of course 🥰 If you're talking just in general from any fandom...well, how much time you got? 😜 currently, it's Gajeel from "Fairy Tail" (cuz I'm rewatching the show) and Astarion from "Baldur's Gate 3".

My favorite trope is enemies to lovers or friends to lovers! Good shit right there!

Currently reading: nothing 😅

Life these days is pretty good! I'm getting ready to go to FanX Comic Con in Salt Lake City this week and I'm SO excited!! 😆 I can't wait! I'm meeting Ashley Eckstein, Katee Sackhoff, Zachary Levi and John Rhys-Davies and maybe, hopefully Jim Cummings and I am beyond ecstatic! It's my first time going to a comic con, too. I'll be sure to post pictures of my cosplay as well 😊

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winniethewife · 5 months

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It's time that you won.

(Llewyn Davis x OC!Rose Thorne)

Chapter 6: Whether I'm easy, or whether I'm true

Last Chapter ~ Next Chapter

Words:1124

As the year goes by, things seem to fall into place, the summer days pass by, the album releases and it does quite well. Llewyn finds it ironic how quickly the opinions of so called friends change when suddenly he’s doing well. How suddenly Jim and Jean were reaching out to hang out, How Pappy was suddlenly begging them to come play the gaslight, suddenly everyone was flocking, and for the first time, He could care less. What he did care about, was Rose. It was early and the days were getting colder, the nights longer, He swore she got more beautiful with every passing day, and he knew he loved her more with every passing day.

Llewyn watches Rose as she look over the selves at the bookstore, she already had a collection of poetry under her arm as she looks. Her fingers glide across the spines of the books as she sees what she might want. Llewyn puts his hand on her lower back, Love in his eyes as she turns to look at him.

“Getting bored Darling?” She asks with a smile on her face.

“No, No…Okay maybe a little bit.” He chuckles. She smiles and leans in to kiss his cheek.

“Let’s get going, it’s almost lunch time anyway.” She walks over to the register and pays for her book before they leave. He wraps his arm around her as they walked along the sidewalk, keeping her close to him. He leans in to kiss her temple.

“Love you Sunshine.” Llewyn whispers in her ear.

“And I love you Beloved.” She whispers back.

They had been invited to a party, Llewyn was Hesitant about it but Rose kept reminding him that this is how they make it in the business, connections. Llewyn looks at himself in the mirror, He was rather dressed up for the occasion, Rose had insisted on getting him dress clothes earlier in the year, the suit jacket and slack paired with a dark blue button up, he half smiles at himself in the mirror. He felt like things might actually be going right for once. Just as he was about to go look for Rose she came in the bedroom, freshly made up her hair down, the of the shoulder blue dress hung just above her knees as she walks over to her vanity, Opening her Jewelry box and grabbing her favorite earrings. She was singing softly to herself as she was focused on the task at hand.

“And what's that to any man, whether or no. Whether I'm easy, or whether I'm true, as I lifted her petticoat, easy and slow, and I tied up my sleeve for to buckle her shoe” She sang softly as she looks in the mirror. Llewyn came up behind her wrapping his arms around her waist.

“You look fantastic...” He says as he buried his face in her neck, taking in the smell of the perfume she was wearing.

“Thank you darling. You look dashing as well. I told you dress clothes would come in handy.” She takes her necklace out of the Jewelry box and without a word Llewyn takes it and moving her hair gently He clasps it around her neck, leaving a kiss on her skin as he runs his hands along her shoulders and down her arms.

“Ready to go?” He asks, his voice soft and low as he admires her beauty.

“Yes, we should probably get going don’t want to be late.” She smiles and turns to him, her hand reaching up to his face, holding it gently for a moment. He presses into her hand. These moments of domestic bliss are something he never expected to get in this life time. They smile at each other.

“You get your purse, I’ll go hail us a cab.” Llewyn says as he starts for the door, a warm feeling in his heart.

At the party there are a lot of unfamiliar faces, these kinds of soirees hosted by record companies for the investors to rub elbows with the talent. Terribly boring but a necessary evil. Rose had spent a lot of time talking to everyone while Llewyn had stood by her side, giving her hand reassuring squeezes as the night goes on. Watching as she talks about the music and where she gets inspiration, about the folk songs she learned from her mother. All the while, Llewyn stands by her. Eventually they finally have a moment alone. They sit in a corner on a loveseat in a corner. Rose sighs and lets the mask of the professional fade as she leans back into the upholstery. She looks over at Him a tired look on her face. Llewyn’s eye brows rise and he uses his hands to mimic the action of smoking, a silent question. Rose nods with a smile.

Llewyn pulls out a pack of clove cigarettes, He keeps a pack for Rose because it’s what she smokes, when she smokes, which isn’t as often as he does. She took one with a smile and they stop for a moment. Rose places the cigarette between her lips, Llewyn scoots closer and takes her chin in his hand and holds his lighter to the cigarette lighting it for her, a seductive smile on his face as his dark eyes meet hers. She takes a drag, pulling the smoke into her lungs before blowing it into his face in a flirtatious manner. Llewyn chuckles and kissed her cheek, still holding her chin. The smell of cloves on her breath and the sweet feeling of her soft skin under hers was intoxicating, he drew away for a moment as she took another drag. She smiles at him, god that smile, it was better than any drug on the planet, Llewyn would do anything to get his fix of her. He presses his lips to hers, taking the smoke from her mouth into his as they kiss in the darkened room. He pulls away and exhales as he looks at her deviously.

“You...You are nothing but trouble.” Rose says with a laugh before flicking the ash from the cigarette.

“But you like that about me.” He insists as he leans back into the loveseat, pulling a cigarette for himself out, the scent of the tobacco mixing with the clove as he takes a drag. They share the peaceful moment together before it’s inevitably interrupted by another well to do person with too much time and money on their hands.

“Do you think you’ll ever tire of this? The fame? The success?” Someone asks Rose. She looks over at Llewyn.

“I don’t know, I think as long as I am in good company, I’d be happy doing anything.”

Masterlist

#llewyn davis x OC #llewyn davis fanfiction #inside llewyn davis #oscar isaac fic #oscar isaac fanfiction #oscar isaac #Rose Thorne #oc fanfiction #Spotify

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velvetkissses · 1 year

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masterlist

Will update everytime I post a new piece of writing

indicators;

◠ = fluff

▪ = sad

● = smut

△ = includes a topic that might trigger some

headcanons

Logan Echolls x Kitty Kane ⤷ Random Headcanons △ (Part 1?)

Veronica Mars x Kitty Kane ⤷ General Headcanons

Logan Echolls x Kitty Kane x Veronica Mars ⤷ General Headcanons

Chase Graves x Kitty Berger ⤷ General Headcanons

Ravi Chakrabarti x Kitty Berger ⤷ General Headcanons

Chase Graves x Kitty Berger x Ravi Chakrabarti ⤷ General Headcanons

Jeff Winger x Kitty Eikemo ⤷ General Headcanons

Jim Halpert x Kitty Wright ⤷ General Headcanons

Eleanor Shellstrop x Kitty Lenoir ⤷ General Headcanons

series'

Puppy Eyes — Gary Smith x Kitty Drage Part 1 > Part 2 > Part 3 > Part 4 > Part 5

Paper Airplanes — Jim Halpert x Kitty Wright

Once In A Lifetime — Community fanfic, Jeff Winger x Kitty Eikemo

Dirty Little Secret — Veronica Mars season 1 fanfic, Logan Echolls x Kitty Kane x Veronica Mars

My Paper Heart — Veronica Mars season 2 fanfic, Logan Echolls x Kitty Kane x Veronica Mars

Change Your Mind — Veronica Mars season 3 fanfic, Logan Echolls x Kitty Kane x Veronica Mars

Gives You Hell — Veronica Mars season 4 fanfic, Logan Echolls x Kitty Kane x Veronica Mars

Kitty Luna, Salvation From Evil — Buffyverse OC fanfic

Pokémon; Pyrite & Citrine — Original Pokémon region fanfic

My Little Pony; With Affinity — MLP OC fanfic series

Carry On — TWDG OC fanfic series, Glenn Rhee x Kitty Hopper

one-shots

Apprentice Amusement — Neville Longbottom x Kitty Davies

I'll Give It Someone Special — Logan Echolls x Kitty Kane ▪

aus

Puppy Love — Logan Echolls x Kitty Kane ;

-Thanks to an extreme case of miscommunication, created by Dick Casablancas himself, Kitty and Logan are seemingly dating, but also not. (AU where Logan and Kitty start dating way before they canonically do)

Where Your Heart Is — Logan Echolls x Kitty Kane ;

-Kitty manages to convince Logan to go to a community college with them, in Colorado, which accidentally ends up roping them into a chaotic Spanish study group. (AU where the study group and Logan+Kitty meet)

All We Wanna Do — Logan Echolls x Kitty Kane ;

-Kitty, Logan, and Duncan all go on their Pokemon journey together, with different goals and different styles of being Pokemon trainers, but with just the same amount of determination. (AU where Logan, Kitty and Duncan and the entire rest of the Veronica Mars universe is now in a Pokemon-esque type world)

#( i got this crazy feeling deep inside ) — not writing

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findroleplay · 2 years

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30+ / F. Looking for 18+ (preferably 21+) writing partners for various fandom roleplays.

I'm mainly looking for canon x canon pairings but will at least listen to any OC ideas you have. I, myself, am only interested in writing canons for these. I like canon or canon divergent plots. No AUs that are way out there.

I write third person, past tense and prefer you at least match the third person part. I am for at least one paragraph but usually do more. I'm all about quality over quantity, though. I work full-time during the week so please be patient with me. Replies can't and won't happen every day.

MxM is my preference when it comes to pairings but I have quite a few favorite MxF ships and some FxF ones too. I'll just be listing my fandoms and the characters I most like to write as. I'm pretty open when it comes to ships so feel free to suggest some of your favorites to me.

If a character is in bold, it means I really, really, really want to have an excuse to write as them right now.

The Walking Dead: Beth Greene, Gabriel Stokes, Gareth, Merle Dixon, Negan, Paul Rovia, Shane Walsh, Simon

Supernatural: Arthur Ketch, Azazel, Benny Laffitte, Chuck Shurley, Crowley, Dean Winchester, Lucifer, Metatron, Mick Davies

Game of Thrones: Alliser Thorne, Beric Dondarrion, Bronn, Daenerys Targaryen, Jaime Lannister, Margaery Tyrell, Petyr Baelish, Robb Stark, Roose Bolton, Sansa Stark, Stannis Baratheon, Thoros, Tywin Lannister

Grand Theft Auto IV & V: Devin Weston, Dimitri Rascalov, Gerry McReary, Michael De Santa, Mikhail Faustin, Niko Bellic, Packie McReary, Ray Boccino, Steve Haines, Trevor Philips

Stranger Things: Billy Hargrove, Jim Hopper, Martin Brenner, Murray Bauman, Nancy Wheeler, Steve Harrington

Tolkien Universe: Bard, Beleg, Bofur, Boromir, Celeborn, Curufin, Elrond, Feanor, Finrod, Thranduil, Turgon

The Clergy Universe (from Ghost): Cardinal Copia, Papa Emeritus III, Papa Emeritus IV

Law & Order (the original show only): Ben Stone, Cyrus Lupo, Jack McCoy, Mike Logan, Nolan Price

House MD: James Wilson, Lawrence Kutner, Remy Hadley, Robert Chase

Various Horror Movies: Amber Freeman, Ash Williams, Billy Loomis, Dan Cain, Dave Hanson, Dewey Riley, Freddy Krueger, Herbert West, Jill Roberts, Leslie Vernon, Mark Hoffman, Michael Myers, Mickey Altieri, Mike Tobacco, Otis Driftwood, Paxton Rodriguez, Randall Flagg, Richie Kirsch, William Schenk

Random Characters: Alan Grant, Albus Dumbledore (Fantastic Beasts era only), Alex Krycek, Barty Crouch Jr., Enjolras, Erik (a.k.a. the Phantom of the Opera), Gaston, Gilderoy Lockhart, Grantaire, Jim Moriarty (BBC Sherlock version), Jonathan Carnahan, Severus Snape

If you've made it this far, I like to write on Discord. I can also write through messages on here and might be willing to accommodate some other means.

If you're interested, please message me here or like this post and I'll message you first.

I like to at least begin plotting over on here or else my Discord gets too cluttered.

#the walking dead rp #supernatural RP #game of thrones rp #grand theft auto rp #stranger things rp #Tolkien universe rp #the clergy rp #law and order rp #house md rp #horror movies rp

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bubblyani · 3 years

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Back for Good

(Jim Davis x Reader)

A Jim Davis One Shot

Movie: Harsh Times (2005) by David Ayer

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Alcohol use, Swearing, Violence and Sexual Content

Word Count: 9k+

Summary: Your spirits are lifted when your older boyfriend Jim Davis returns from the Army for good. As the lovers passionately reunite, you begin to reminisce the first encounter, and the unforgettable event that sealed your fate with Jim, possibly forever.

Author’s Note: One of the fantastic Balehead Accounts on Instagram once posted a photo of Jim Davis with a caption more so along the lines of “…Older boyfriend Jim visiting you at College…”. It was too irresistible to ignore. So this story was born. @tammykelly You are an angel to even show some enthusiasm towards this, even before I started, Thank you for the encouragement ! Hope y’all enjoy!

P.S: If anyone want to be tagged in specific Bale! Character fics please do let me know. And if you wanna be removed from anything NOT BATMAN, please feel free to let me know. I understand completely.

Three.

It costed three people. Merely three for this nightmare scenario to enter reality.

A tall young man panted fast, his right hand assuming full responsibility for the broken bottle, not to mention the intense bleeding that resulted from it. All the while he stared down at his finished product: a much younger man. He watched the figure groan for his dear life, laying defeated and thoroughly bruised; as a weak stream of blood appeared prominent from his head as well, adding a splash of bright color to the dark and dusty pavement. Only in that moment, realization and bitter reality coupled up to surprise the standing man, with a sucker punch.

Which was transparent enough for the young woman beside them, the witness. Violence, Danger, her trembling heart sensed it all. For that was what his strong aura emitted. However, never did she flinch. Never did her heart consider retracting from him. On the contrary, she was compelled to trust him even further.

Especially when she sensed complete safety in him, above all others.

“Let’s go”

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(Present)

The dusky skies appeared just as serene over South Central Los Angeles as anywhere else in the country, filtering over the streets and the neighborhoods. Cruising through in favorable speed, Mike Alonzo finally took his eyes off the road, permitting them to land on the tall, young man sitting beside him on the passenger seat: his best friend, Jim Davis.

His downcast expression was evident, with his tall frame sunken into the seat. He stared right ahead, while he sipped his bottle of beer in his suit. This posture was nothing short of a surprise for Mike to glance upon. If he had squinted his eyes, he swore he could imagine Jim as the rebellious teenager he once was. Only with a new buzz cut. Otherwise, it seemed that nothing had really changed.

Except it had. Older and forced to be responsible, they were facing times considered very harsh. And Jim just had a taste of it.

“Sorry, dude”

Mike began, looking back at the road. Shaking his head with disbelief, Jim sat up in slow motion as his teeth began to grind.

“Man! Fuck…this...shit!!”

Jim drawled with disappointment, enunciating every word whilst holding up a piece of paper, “I’m so done with this cop hate bullshit!” He added, taking another sip of alcohol. Mike nodded:

“Yeah, dawg. Forget about that! ” He smiled, smacking his friend on his shoulder in a playful demeanor, “Hey, Syl is cooking tonight…You wanna join us, bro?”

The possibility of his girlfriend Sylvia agreeing to this, was at an all time low. Mike was well aware. Yet, he was certain it was a question worth posing to his friend in need.

“Nah, man! I got plans”

Hitting the brakes in front of the stop lights, Mike looked at his friend again with surprise, “Yeah?” He inquired, looking quite pleased. Finally flashing a proud smile, Jim nodded:

“Yep! Gonna go see my woman soon…” he answered. Eyes widening seemed appropriate for Mike at that very moment.

“Yo, No shit!” Mike cried out with excitement, finally stepping on the gas, “The chick from UCLA*? You…you still with her?” He inquired.

“Yeah, Homie! ”

“Dawg!…” laughing with sheer amazement, Mike looked at Jim, “I’m impressed…really” he added, proceeding to chuckle, “Look ‘atchu…my boi Jim....going steady with the fine ass college chick…”

“Whoo!” With his soul finally returning to his body, Jim howled, “Finer than fine, dawg!”

“Hell yeah!”

Given the state of hyped energy that erupted in the car between the two young men, it would be nearly impossible to guess how sombre it was just before. “So…so…” Mike continued, holding on to the wheel as they kept driving, “… where you gon’meet?”

“Well…actually…” Jim looked at him, licking his lips, “….it’s a surprise” he added with a playful smirk. To which Mike could not help but laugh, “What?” Mike paused, “You didn’t tell her you’re back for good?”

Seeing his friend shake his head like a naughty schoolboy forced him to laugh harder, “Ohohoho!! this is gon be one hell of a reunion, dawg” He added with sheer enthusiasm, “But seriously though, she’s a real good one too, bro…” Mike opinionated, as soon as his laughter died down, “ I mean, even Syl liked her”

“Shit! For real?”

“Yeah yeah yeah…” Mike answered immediately, “And you know Syl, she ain’t easy to please”

Gulping down the remnants of the bottle, Jim exhaled and stared out through the window, “Shit man!” He exclaimed, “I’m really gonna see her again, huh?”

With his tone growing deeper, his eyes began to burn with a flame that could only be categorized as lustful. Sensing the vibe that did not seem so new, Mike chuckled:

“Oh yeah! My homie’s gonna get it tonight! Salud*”

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The buzz, the chatter of young adults was consistent in the hallway outside. It served as background noise when the door of the toilet cubicle burst wide open, spitting a rather young woman out of it with haste. Only then did the mirror managed to identify her: You.

With your hand clutching on to a bra, you let out a relieved sigh. For within a few seconds, your body experienced a new form of liberation. And you managed to savor it on your own in a public ladies washroom. Wearing a soft smile that was easily reflected in the mirror, you stuffed the piece of lingerie into your shoulder handbag.

“Seriously?”

You jumped with a yelp. Being so wrapped around in your own thoughts, you did not even notice Yara, your friend standing there. With her arms folded and eyebrows raised, it was clear that her face was rife with judgement.

“What?” You inquired breathlessly, “Auntie Flo* is about to visit…and the twins were just swelling to …get some parole time” you added with a playful smirk, pointing at your chest with no shame. The curves of your now-freed bosom seemed more visible through your cardigan top, “And fuck! it feels so good” you exclaimed, as you washed your hands. Yara however, scoffed with amusement:

“So you’re saying you were squirming in your seat the whole time to let the puppies out?”

“What? I had to pee too!”

“Well, You could have just left right then!” She insisted with a seeming annoyance, as you grabbed a tissue.

“…and miss Mr. Linney’s Final Notes? Uh uh! No way, bitch!” You waved your index finger with disapproval as you both exited. Students had flooded the hallway by then. Evening lectures at UCLA finally had drawn to a close, and Friday night was about to make its entrance. Youth in all shapes and colors, gathered in bunches all over the campus area, even beside the beautifully lit Royce Hall. Suffice to say, all were relieved to have some time off in the weekend.

“So…you coming, right?”

You looked at Yara upon her casual inquiry with confusion, “For what?”. Scoffing again, this time in disbelief, Yara's eyes widened looking at you: “Dinner?…tonight?”

She stressed, taking a step out of the campus building, “Last week you promised you’ll join me and Chase” with her arms folded and foot tapping on the ground in pure restlessness, she was a clear visual of a loanshark. However, that impatience left her system the moment her eyes fell behind you,“…and speaking of Chase…Baby!”

With her face lit up, her tone grew affectionate as Chase, her boyfriend rushed over to her.

“ ‘sup babe!” The tall, young blonde greeted, pulling his ebony goddess of a girlfriend for a passionate kiss.

Folding your arms, you could not help but avert your eyes. All the while you drew circles with your foot on the ground. Chase and Yara’s relationship certainly was a refreshing one to glimpse upon in the campus premises. You approved of it with sincerity, even when you looked away in awkwardness. It was not on spite. Truthfully, PDA was nothing you disapproved of. You were certainly not envious of the joy they possessed as their lips played with one another, quite similarly to a steamy MTV music video. You merely looked away, for any display of affection was a sheer reminder of him.

It had been months since you last saw him, possibly 6. And constant communication was not exactly convenient for him. Not in his situation. Was he alive and happy? The sheer reminder of gunshots and helicopter whirring forced your heart to race, which was nothing short of new. Granted, you had learnt to ‘compartmentalize’, a term you recently came to knowledge in your psych minor class. Yet, you were young and only human to have those concerns return to haunt you even for a few seconds. The sound of Yara and Chase’s lips smacking urged you to look up. Finally, you thought.

“So?” Yara inquired, casually wiping the smudged lipstick off her face, “You coming?”

Carefree, yet extremely inconsiderate, that was what she exuded. A knot of anxiety formed in your stomach. For oddly enough, the sight of the happy couple managed to drain your energy out tonight. You longed to run away.

“Honestly…” you began with a sigh, “I don’t really feel so good tonigh-”

“¿Qué pasa, guapa?”

What’s up, gorgeous?

That voice. That deep, spine tingling tone was a reminder of your mere existence. The tone that tempted every hair in your body to stand at attention. Turning around in a flash, you covered your mouth, shocked to find the person you prayed to see all this time.

“JIM??” You cried out in a muffled tone, “Oh my GOD!!-”

Squealing in pure joy, you sprinted towards Jim Davis before jumping into his arms. Seemingly extremely pleased, Jim let out a hearty laughter. Suddenly the energy you were drained had returned in the form of a shot of adrenaline when he picked you up and spun you around, kissing you without hesitation. And you swore the feel of his lips on yours added a couple of years into your life.

“Wait, you didn’t tell me you were coming back so soon” Breathless, you pointed out when he finally put you down.

“Well, I’m back for good, baby” Jim replied, extending his arms outward with pride. Your eyes widened: “What? You serious?”

“Yep…” he grinned nodding, “Honorably discharged…and all yours”

You sensed his tone morph into a low purr the moment he pulled you close to him. And you would be lying if that did not fill your stomach with butterflies. After ages.

“Umm….”

Yara’s voice emerged. You and Jim turned back, to find her and Chase appearing the most confused, “…you mind telling us who this is…?” She inquired with raised eyebrows.

Finally in realization, you chuckled. For introductions were in order.

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The aromatic scent crept into your nostrils, only to soon disappear out of the lack of attention provided. All the while an uptempo Latin Pop track playing in the background mingled with Yara and Chase’ voices, but unfortunately faded away into mere mumbles. For none of that seemed to be the key focus for you tonight. Not when Jim Davis was around.

Even seated at a crowded Mexican Restaurant, he mattered the most to you. Even when platefuls of delectable Taquitos* were served to the table, your eyes did not leave his irresistible side profile. And when his sense of expertise noticed and his eyes caught your gaze, you were breathless. You wondered if it was the romantic in you surfacing, for all seemed to appear in slow motion. His eyes remained seductive, washing all over you that it was certain your panties might melt and diminish into thin air. Those eyes were truly sorcerous, that your eyes suddenly had lives of their own to the point you could sense their figurative cheeks heat up with heavy blushes. For his eyes, they were proficient in the dirty talk as much as his mouth was. Breathing in his cheap cologne with depth, you suddenly grew aware of his touch, and the fact he had his arm wrapped around your shoulder all this time. Being lost in his eyes was definitely an out-of-body experience.

“Hey!”

Your soul reunited with your frame upon Yara’s call.

“Mmm?” Looking over at the couple sitting across the table, you and Jim were unfazed.

“Aren’t you two gonna eat?” Yara inquired with raised eyebrows while Chase had began to gobble. Her gaze questioned both your sanity. To which you and Jim could not help but chuckle in response. Shaking her head, Yara scoffed:

“It’s so weird…” she began, “…seeing you like this”. Wiping the crumbs off his mouth, Chase joined in with confidence, “Yeah! How did you guys even meet anyways? I mean, no offense but…we never thought she’d be the one…” he stressed, pointing at you, “… to have an older boyfriend who’s a Marine-”

“-Army Ranger” Jim corrected. His gaze and tone was dominant, enough for Chase to wither with intimidation.

“Yeah…” Chase nodded with a gulp, “…what you said…”. You would be lying if you admit you did not enjoy that sight.

“Actually…” you finally began, “We met a year ago” turning to face your boyfriend, “ He was back in LA during his break. We met at a bar”

“Hold up! ” Raising her hand, Yara was wide eyed, “How come I didn’t know about this?”

“Cause this happened a year ago, hun. Calm down” you chuckled, “Actually, this was even before Cin transferred. Hah! you didn’t miss much…Don’t worry” you assured upon seeing Yara’s pout, “It was a small bar, but I loved the Pistos*-I mean…” you paused with a smile, “….the beer there…” Your pause caused Jim to chuckle alongside once again. Safe to say it was a chuckle that encompassed a shared memory. A sweet reminder of your first ever meeting.

“And?…that’s it?” Chase inquired with amusement, with both hands resting on the wooden table, “You both meet at a bar one night and…” he whistled, “…then sparks flew?”

Looking at them both, you could sense the suspicion in their eyes. You longed to answer, however it was not so easy to do so. Pausing, you struggled with a response.

“Absolutely!”

Jim answered for you with nonchalance, while his grip on you tightened. For a split second you both exchanged a gaze of reassurance. And you had never been more relieved. The secret was safe.

“So…”, Turning towards the couple, Jim began, “How did you lovebirds meet then?”

Hesitation was certainly not in Yara’s vocabulary when she offered to speak. Leaving her sight, your eyes darted towards the the chilled beer that Jim placed on the table. You smiled to yourself. They were certainly filled with memories.

Reminiscing your first meeting with Jim Davis, never failed to be exciting every single time. Before Yara ended up in your life, there was Cindy. Noticing your evident sadness due to her surprise transfer to USC*, Cindy was hell bent in comforting you, thus suggesting you join her and her boyfriend Ray for a night out in South Central. You agreed, being desperate enough to spend the final few days with your roommate. Situated at the suburbs, this bar was small, intimate and seemingly inhabited by those who knew Ray, which resulted in a welcoming atmosphere upon arrival. Though the place was mostly filled with gangsters, you did not care for the slightest, when especially you found yourself falling for the unexpected; The beer.

Chilled to perfection, the beer there was unlike any that you had tasted before. And it was certainly a surprise, given they were the usual brands. You could not fathom the refreshing sensation that trickled down your throat with the first sip. That sensation tempted your hips to sway, urged your feet to move in rhythm. All in syncopation with the music that played in the jukebox under the dim lights. Until finally bumping into a man woke you from your intoxication. A man you were fascinated with in an instant:

Jim Luther Davis.

Such a pity that Yara’s gusto-filled story barely reached your ears. For reliving a memory simply seemed sweeter for you. Thus, you continued to do so.

Fortunately, Jim Davis did not end up being a handsome stranger that you simply bumped into, for coincidence had other plans. Especially, when he and Mike Alonzo turned out to be Ray’s mutual older drinking buddies. You were ecstatic. Internally, of course.

With the entire group packed together in the booth table, it was one loud but engaging hangout. Except for you. Somehow you preferred to sit right next to Cindy in silence, being distracted by two things: Beer, and Jim.

Blame the chemicals embedded in your system, for you simply found yourself drawn to him. Truthfully, it did not seem so difficult to begin with. Not when he turned out to be your type in appearance. You found yourself watching him. The manner in which he listened to others with swagger and confidence, the manner in which he held himself ; They all brought a certain air to him. Your attention had pierced through all manner of secrecy that he would occasionally end up catching your gaze. And then you would look away, quick and embarrassed. Though you must admit, it was a game you thoroughly enjoyed playing. But at the same time, you felt idiotic and childish.

“Cat got yo tongue, baby?”

You blinked, looking up. Fabio, one of Ray’s friends threw the query over to your direction, all of the sudden. And with that, the table grew quiet. All the eyes landed on you, except for Jim’s. A surge of embarrassment rushed towards you when awkward silence filled the booth. For you were definitely distracted to the point you did not follow the conversation. With you struggling to form an answer, Fabio snickered:

“Yo Cindy, What’s up with yo friend? She deaf or somethin’?”

“Easy, homie”

Before Cindy could respond, Jim’s quick reply arose. And you swore your eyes caught the sight of his hand ball into a fist as his eyes had grown dark. Oddly enough, that was the comfort you needed right then.

“Don’t mind me, Fabio…” you shrugged with confidence, “I’m just a girl hooked on her Pistos” you said, enunciating the Spanish word before taking another sip. You may have smiled at him, but you knew how much you feigned it. Awkward silence remained intact. But Ray managed to save the night, by changing the topic of conversation. Slightly embarrassed, Fabio shot you a look. All before he leaned towards his friends, muttering some words in Spanish.

“You speak Spanish?”

Jim’s low query made you turn to him.

“N-No…” you answered with nervousness.

“Well…” he began, “…you should” Though his tone was of seriousness, he did not fail to flash you a soft smile that comforted you even further.

Thus, the evening progressed. And you began to notice Jim in much detail. The more you did, you discovered a warmth that seemed to trickle down your heart. For you realized, you would not be able to stop yourself from falling for him. Hard.

You smiled to yourself, relieved Yara still did not know you were drifting away in your head, stuck in a memory.

Unable to stop obsessing over him since that first night, you remembered how you found yourself returning to the same bar the following night, alone.

Stepping into the venue, you suddenly were aware how unprepared you were. Even while placing an order at the bar counter, you remembered covering your mouth with embarrassment. Was this a mistake?

“Hey Baby! ”

Jumping in your barstool, you sighed with annoyance when you realized it was Fabio sneaking up on you.

“Just…” you feigned a chuckle, “Don’t call me baby, okay?”. Evidently ignorant, Fabio seemed to have chosen to stay. To your dismay. Sporting gold chains on his neck and wrists, Fabio was on a dire attempt to emulate a thriving gangster, when he actually was just another college kid like Ray.

“So, whatcha doing all by yourself, baby? Don’t tell me…you’re here to see yo boi Fabio?”

Keep telling yourself that, you thought. Exhaling in frustration, you maintained a tight smile, “I uh…just waiting for someone” you struggled. Flashing a mischievous smile, Fabio leaned in closer. You prayed he would not notice how your nose scrunched up by his heavy cologne with disgust. And how your body tightened when his eyes scanned you from top to bottom, licking his lips by the sight of your choker and your red, floral short dress.

“Who are we kidding?” He sniggered, “You wanna piece of this, huh? Come o-” “No!” You cut him off, “I’m really…” feigning a chuckle once again, “…waiting for someone…Thanks” you said, extending your hands in defense. Given the reaction of those around you, it may have been a louder response than expected. For Fabio turned red, making it his queue to slither away. You sighed deep. Luck did not seem to get on with you from the moment you stepped in here. Was this a mistake? When you felt a finger tap you on your shoulder, you rolled your eyes and turned around. For you were ready to give Fabio a piece of your mind.

Except, it was not Fabio.

“Hey…”

Jim greeted you, his deep tone announcing his arrival. Standing at an appropriate distance, he stood tall with a hint of swagger. Your body began to finally relax by the sight, especially when your eyes were refreshed by the open plaid shirt worn along with his white vest and baggy pants.

“Hey…” breathless, you began, “Hey!” Confidence finally became you as you repeated with a smile. The bartender caught your attention the moment he placed a chilled bottle of beer on the counter before you.

“Make it two, Hermano* ” Jim said, handing the man some cash. All the sudden, guilt washed over you as you gasped: “Oh I-”

“I got this…” Jim assured, seeing you reach into your bag. Grateful, you nodded, “So…” he began, “Can seem to get enough of them Pistos, hmm?” An inquiry left his lips the moment he received his own bottle. Smiling shyly, you bit the side of your lower lip. The manner in which that word rolled out his tongue caused excitement. Besides, his mouth suddenly seemed more delectable. Oh, his mouth.

“Yeah…” you admitted, “Can’t get enough…and I hope I never will”

You added, gazing directly into his hazel orbs. It simply was a mistake to do so, given how those eyes burnt with curiousity, urging you to blush in return, “And er…” pausing, you looked down, “ I was kinda hoping I’d catch you around” you said, looking up again.

“Yeah?” Jim inquired, genuinely surprised, “Why?”

That was when you froze. He was right, what exactly was your intention of seeing him tonight? Unfathomable on how you gathered courage to blurt that silly line in the first place. What if you dragged yourself all the way here to be rejected? What if there never was a form of enthusiasm from his corner as you hoped? What if this ends up being the story of a silly sophomore college girl, having delusions over an older man?

You chuckled with a nervous tone, “Well I-…” you paused, as your pulse began to grow loud within you, “Sorry…” you muttered, sliding off the stool, “This was just a stupid idea. I should go-”

“Wait!”

You turned upon Jim’s call. Showing his bottle, he shrugged:

“These Pistos aren’t gonna get finished themselves, hmm?” He dared to pose that inquiry with a playful grin. Smiling back involuntarily, you knew you had no comeback for that.

You remembered the chill outside the bar that night. The breeze that caressed your exposed skin of your legs were still fresh in your memory. Gazing at whatever stars your eyes could make out amidst the city lights, you and Jim sipped on the chilled alcohol from the porch. Given the fact there were little to none outside, the evening was unexpectedly intimate.

“Your uh…” clearing your throat, you finally broke the surprisingly comfortable silence, “Your friend not with you tonight?”

“Mike?” Jim inquired, to which you nodded, “Nah! he’s got his hands full” he answered with a smile.

“You guys close?”

“Hell yeah…He’s my homeboy, ya know? Since we were kids”

“Sweet. Must be nice.” You smiled in return, looking back at the sky, “I uh…remember that you serve. Iraq, huh?”

“Yes, Ma’am. Fallujah* ” Jim answered with a nod, looking at you.

“Whoa…” you breathed in wonder. Silence took over once again while your tongue savored the beverage.

“And you?…UCLA?” Jim spoke before wiping his mouth, “Man! That’s some fancy ass shit right there”

“Yeah well… it ain’t a walk in the park…” you contradicted in a shy tone, forcing him to shoot you a look of concern. To which you chuckled, “I’m on scholarship, I mean…” you added, helping him come to realization, “Hehe yeah…I had to nerd my way into that gig” moving side to side, you could not help but take another sip,“But, I know…what a good thing I got going on. And I know… if I screw it up, then I’m FUCKED” you enunciated the end, which drove him to laughter. You adored how it soothed you somehow.

“Well…” he began, “…whatever fucking takes, right?”

You nodded, “Hell yeah…Here’s to…uh…positive shit! Hah!” You laughed as you both clinked the bottles together. The more alcohol that chose to settle in your system, the bolder you became:

“What’s it like?”

“What?”

You fully turned to him, “Being out there…in Iraq…” you continued, “I mean…I’m guessing you’ve seen some shit…” you inhaled, “you know…shit you can’t forget, right? I mean, shit like that…” you scoffed, “….that shit can fuck…you…up…” at that moment you could not help but find yourself lost in thought.

But Jim’s surprised expression made you pause. You chuckled in embarrassment.

“I’m just…guessing…” you muttered, sipping once again. Perhaps you went a tad bit too far with the blabbering. For your cheeks began to heat up with worry. Until Jim spoke:

“Well…Shit or no shit…Follow orders, that’s what we do” Instead of a frown, Jim replied, taking a huge gulp from his bottle.

“Yeah…I get it” you nodded in a fast pace. Robust, and straightforward, his attitude was to be admired. Funny you found yourself staring at his side profile long enough, his face could easily be compared to that of a statue. Perfect in proportion, your mouth began to dry out. You were attracted to him, shamelessly so.

“I-”, You paused, suppressing a grin, “…never mind”

“What? What is it?” He asked, looking at you. To which you shook your head frantically.

“Nah, it’s really silly…”

“Come on!…tell me” Fully turning, Jim insisted with a smile. His voice had its way of being persuasive. And his voice had its way of tearing your defenses down, or so it seemed. Taking a deep breath, you began:

“I kept thinking about this but…” you paused, “Last night, you said I should learn some Spanish… Why?”

Desperate for more interaction, that was your excuse. Jim responded with a shy chuckle. Certainly was worth it.

“I mean, we just met and you barely knew me…” you continued with a smile, “So…why?” As your question grew more confident, your inner desperation grew strong. Taking his last sip from the bottle, Jim surprised you by taking a step towards you:

“You really wanna know the truth?”

“Try me” , You replied, quickly finishing your own bottle, all without breaking away from his gaze.

And thank goodness you finished it. For you would have surely dropped it. Especially when Jim stood dangerously close to you, causing you to be immediately aware of the muscles between your thighs contracting. Even more so, when his irresistible eyes traveled from your very own all the way to your alcohol stained lips.

“Cause…” he purred, “…you have no fucking clue how sexy you sound”

You both may have chuckled to his line, but that did not mean your pulse did not quicken. Which increased in speed the moment his eyes took hold on yours once again. Seduction, he certainly was proficient in it. And you, were a witness. A witness who suffered from internal combustion of frustration.

You inhaled deep, “Really?” “Yeah…” he breathed in a sultry manner.

Just when you thought no force on earth could break this eye contact, the door burst open. Some men exited. Breaking away, you looked at your watch watch in an instant. You sighed. Real Life was calling you.

“I…I gotta go…” downcast, you muttered with guilt, “Class tomorrow…” adding extra guilt, you knew that excuse certainly did not put you in a good light.

“Lemme drop you then…”

Jim’s nonchalant and nonjudgmental reply urged you to look up with relief. Smiling in agreement, you watched him enter the bar with the empty bottles. And in that very moment, a tingling sensation filled with thrill washed over you, leaving no inch unattended. Butterflies returned to your stomach, fluttering harder than ever before in your life. Were you being hopeful? Could Jim Davis be desiring the same? Goosebumps traveled through you when that tingling sensation returned with much detail. Too much detail to be specific.

Until you realized it was real. And Jim’s hand was directly at fault here.

Blinking back to the present reality, your eyes caught the sight of Jim’s chilled fingers on your leg. They ran over over your inner exposed thigh in circular motion, thus, inciting the tingling sensation. Of course, no wonder the detail was accurate.

Yara and Chase were oblivious to all this, for they were caught up in their own love story as she kept yapping. But that was only the fact Jim kept on such a convincing focused face. He may be ‘listening’ to your friend, but his hand was evidently not. The longer his fingers lingered on your skin, the more you were reminded of him. And the more you began to tingle and sweat in the most unexpected places.

You were young, and unapologetically shameless. 6 months. It was exactly 6 whole months since you were last physically intimate with your boyfriend. And with studies piling up along with the expectation of a scholarship holding sophomore, ‘getting yourself off’ was never an option. Not with a roommate around.

The tingling sensation grew even stronger. And you began to hear your own quickening breath. Jim Davis’ elongated fingers, they spoke of pride. You longed for them to travel to locations far more adventurous and private than your thighs. Especially when they were rife with experience. Truthfully, it was a fact that his hands and his delicious lips and tongue were fluent in your body than your own self. Being pleasure deprived for too long, the mere thought of him ravishing you, aroused you even more. Aroused, and certainly very starved. The kind that food simply could not satisfy.

“...and under the stars…” Yara continued, holding on to Chase with lovestruck eyes, “…he told me he loved m-”

“Excuse me!”

Cutting her off, you cried out as you stood up in an instant.

“What’s up with you?” Chase inquired, whilst Yara looked offended.

“Just I gotta…pee…” you lied, eyes landing on Jim, “…now”

“Okay…” you heard Chase mutter in kind as you left the table, “…TMI, but whatever”

In all fairness, being judged was the least of your concerns. With every speedy step you took, the faster your heart began to beat. Storming into the empty ladies room, you found yourself staring at a mirror once again, with a heaving chest and noticeably flushed cheeks. It was plain to see, you were engulfed in the flames of pure arousal, and the fire needed to be put out.

And when the bathroom door opened up once again, you turned to find the fireman enter. Wearing a serious expression, it was slightly difficult to decipher his thoughts.

“I…” you struggled as Jim strode towards you, “I didn’t know what else to do-” Except he knew. When he attacked you with a passionate kiss.

Jumping into him was reflexive. Wrapping your legs around his waist seemed almost choreographed. Finally resting on the washroom sink, it was quite safe to admit how both of you were very much relieved to be the only occupants in the room. For there was no intention of holding back. Your denim skirt hiked high up, revealing your thighs in completion under the white fluorescent lights as Jim stood between your legs. And they were much cared for, as his hands gingerly rubbed them back and forth while his lips indulged yours with hunger.

“You think they know I lied?”

Breathless, you inquired with innocence. Except you did not receive an instant reply. Not when you found yourself gasping when he pulled your head back by your hair with a growl. With liberated access to your bare neck, Jim celebrated by placing equally starving kisses all over, resulting in your surprising moans.

“You think I fuckin’ care?” He chuckled into your skin, to which you could not help but chuckle back:

“Oh no, you bad boy” you purred in tease.

“Oh yeah, baby girl …” purring back, his reply incited a giggle out of you before he kissed you once again.

“Ay Papi*!” You breathed into his lips before he snatched up yours for good. Surroundings were simply irrelevant the moment the kiss turned intense, as his tongue crashed in like the rude boy he was, and grabbed onto your own tongue in a passionate embrace. They clashed against one another in frenzy, him claiming you as his. As the kiss grew deeper, your moans grew louder. When he pulled away all the sudden, whimpers left your lips with desperation. Teasing you so, Jim took a good look at you:

“¿Como esta tu Español?” He breathed low. And you were pleased that you actually understood.

How’s your Spanish?

Pressing himself against you, he began to slowly grind. You grew excited. Listening to Jim Davis speak Spanish was simply erotic in the first place. And since you have been studying it on your own for past few months, you were certainly impatient to show him.

“Yo…” you began, finding the words “…estudio pala-sorry…” with a nervous chuckle, you looked down, “..I know I suck-”

“No no…keep going” Jim insisted with a smile, bringing your chin up for a reassuring kiss, “Now say it again…” he added, maintaining eye contact with ferocity. Taking a deep breath, all the words clearly appeared in your head. Thus, you flashed a mischievous grin:

“…estudiando palabras…muy importantes”

I am studying…very important words.

Gasping was all you could do when Jim picked you up, carrying you into the nearest toilet booth. Thankfully with this restaurant being surprisingly hygienic, you did not mind. Life barely was embedded in your legs the moment he put you down, locking the door behind you to push you against it.

“Oh yeah?” He inquired, panting, “¿Cómo cuál?”

Like what?

Panting alongside him, you stood up straight, “Por ejemplo…”

For example…

Amidst his pants and his impressed expression, you grabbed his hands, placing them over your buttocks. All the while you looked at him with eyes, heavy with lust:

“¡Haz lo que quieras!”

You could not believe how confident you sounded. Smiling with equal lust in his eyes, Jim kissed you in approval, definitely pleased with what he just heard:

(Do) whatever you want!

Growling with effect, his animalistic nature was exuded as his hands gripped onto your buttocks with passion. His big, generous hands felt through every cheek with familiarity, as if they just reunited with a long lost friend. But that did not mean he forgot about all the other friends, the rest of your frame that had missed him as well. Moaning with pleasure, you began to unbutton his white shirt during in haste.

You simply adored his hands, for they were as passionate as his Spanish was. As he proceeded to hold on to your hips, your own hands roamed over his torso over his white vest. Except you froze the second his hands landed on your chest. Shaky breaths exited your lips as you shivered by his touch, for your breasts were at its most sensitivity even through your thin cardigan top. Palming them generously, Jim groaned into your lips:

“Fuck! I missed you, Guapa”

“I missed you more, Papi”

Confessing in return, you kissed him once more. Moans of desperation mixed into your kisses the moment his hands dipped inside your cardigan crop top, only to make direct contact with your untethered bosom. You winced involuntarily, even from his touch so gentle. Jim chuckled with seeming victory. And you were not afraid to admit, how you were simply in the palm of his hand.

Usually, during the peak pre-menstruation, you dared not let anyone come close to you, let alone touch you. But when it was Jim Davis, those rules halt by the door. He was a man who could maneuver his touch. However, he certainly was no good boy. Proceeding with his sweet torture during kisses, you were relieved to have a door to keep you balanced. For his long fingers, they flicked, encircled and pulled your now-sensitive nipples, keeping them fully erect and thoroughly visible even through the clothes.

Gripping his vest even tighter, you pressed your thighs together, for intense levels of pleasure and sensitivity crashed within you, akin to an avalanche. In truth, it simply was an overdose, and you could not handle. You were a mere animal trapped in this cage of frustration. But like an animal, you managed to set yourself free. You pushed Jim back with such force, that he ended up sitting on the closed toilet seat behind him. A surprised expression adorned his face when you straddled him in the process. Peeling your cardigan off your torso, you hinted your need for him. Which immediately was motivation for him to unbuckle his pants. However, his eyes did not fail to leave your sight while he did. For his eyes revealed nothing but pure amazement and hunger. He inhaled deep:

“Fuck!” He uttered, while his hand dipped into his hardened manhood.

“Yeah, that’s right Papi…” you breathed, maintaining the ironclad gaze. All the while you permitted his hand to feel the intense dampness of your opening, “Fuck me!”

And thus, public decency went flying out the window the moment the lovers fully united. The manner in which his hands rested on your bare back; whilst you moved upwards and downwards in syncopation to his thrusts, it drove you wild. The manner in which his generous and erect shaft felt so familiar inside of your tight walls, was too intoxicating as always. His mutual desperation and hunger translated well, as his lips savored on your swollen and sensitive bosom as if they were treasured food rations. Tingles were divided into million branches, impacting every form of stimuli in your system. But even in the midst of these endless waves of pleasure, that certain question from Chase yet lingered in your mind:

“And?…that’s it? You both meet at a bar one night and…then sparks flew?” “Absolutely!”

For in truth, it was not just a night of drinking and playful flirting that caused this relationship to blossom. And just like that, You could not help but recall further.

And peek into the moment that remained stored in the deepest corner of your mind. In the form of a secret.

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With arms folded, you kept on waiting. Long enough for the chill outside to grow stronger. Long enough for you to begin pacing nervously. Even long enough for several men to exit the bar during. Given its cabin exterior, it became more and more evident that this was more of an old fashioned bar. You sighed. Jim was certainly taking a little bit too long inside.

Paranoia knocked on your heart’s door, forcing you to welcome it inside with reluctance. Thus, several questions began to occupy your thinking space. Was there trouble inside? A possible Bar Fight? You shook your head, for you were surely being delusional. Or worse, was this a part of his plan all along? The player type to ditch you for someone else? Perhaps with someone better looking that he just met. Envy formed in your heart towards a woman that possibly may not even exist. Your stomach turned in a merciless fashion. When the door opened again, a surge of hope grew in you. Could it finally be Jim?

Except it was not.

“Baby! You still around huh?”

Fabio said, in a pleased tone, exiting the bar. Clicking your tongue in an involuntary fashion, you turned away with frustration. For he was the last person you hoped to lay eyes upon.

“Hey-Wha-What’s the matter?” Fabio cried, “Can’t look at a friend?” Whilst he tapped you on the shoulder repeatedly. Alcohol was strong in his presence. And the fact he stood uncomfortably close certainly turned your stomach even more.

“Well, technically you’re not my friend” With a forced smile, you turned to him, “You’re Ray’s friend, OKAY? ” a snappy tone exited your lips. And for a split second, there was genuine offense painted in Fabio’s face.

“Just tryna be nice, jeez!” He muttered low, with arms lifted. Coming one’s senses, you finally drew in deep breath while letting your arms loose.

“I…I’m sorry, dude” you said, in a soft tone, staring the droopy eyed young man. Being Cindy’s friend, your last intention was to cause friction Ray and his friends. Your tone seemed to have been convincing enough, for Fabio flashed a soft smile in return:

“It’s okay…” he replied, to which you were relieved.

But that relief was short lived. Especially when Fabio leaned forward with puckered up lips in an instant, forcing you to gasp.

“What the hell, man?” You inquired, pushing him back with aggression.

“Ah come on, baby…” he drawled, chuckling in a playful manner, “Just one kiss…I mean, look at you! You still waiting out here. For who? I know… you really came here for me” with open arms, he went in for an embrace. Scoffing, you pushed him back again. That was when your pulse quickened again. To the point you hoped to flee.

“That’s it! I’m leaving! ”

You snapped, darting away from the entrance. The concern of leaving Jim behind or finding a cab did not seem problematic anymore, for all you needed was to get away. However, a painful cry left your lips when you felt your hair being pulled back. Your eyes widened. It was an angry Fabio.

“Ugh! Why you being such a Puta* right now, huh?” He said through gritted teeth, pulling you closer “Oh wait I forgot…” he snickered, “….you don’t understand Spanish, right bitch?” turning you to him. The alcohol had certainly rendered him more maniacal than ever.

“Don’t’ be a jerk, Fabio…” You cried, as you began to swing desperate punches towards his direction. But your defenses were lowered and moot, the moment he grabbed you tight by the wrists. You gasped, “..let… me… go! HELP! ”.

However, despite your cries, no one came to your aid.

This feeling, certainly was the ‘stuff of nightmares’. This feeling, had haunted you every now and again in imagination. To have it form into reality, was worse. No matter the force you exerted to free yourself, it seemed moot. For Fabio had the upper hand with his strength. And you were overpowered with intimidation. With the heartbeat increased in record speed, your heart was on the verge of exploding with fear. For the first time, you feared for your life. You despised the fact there was no one around, the fact this bar was on the outskirts. Almost close to tears, You heavily despised the fact you may be getting hurt in more ways than one tonight.

Until you heard a bottle shatter. Loud.

Glass fragments dripped from Fabio’s head as he cried out with immense pain. His grip on you loosened before he dropped down to the ground. Only for you to find Jim Davis standing behind him, with with a bottle broken in hand, and sheer rage in his eyes.

Rolling over, Fabio caught the sight of the man, “Jim??” He groaned, “What the hell, man? Why you helping this bitch-ARGH!”

A kick in the stomach was Jim’s choice in response, which incited more cries from the fool.

“THE FUCK YOU TOUCH HER FOR, HUH?” Jim yelled, his loud voice piercing through the tension like high pressured flames. However, the question seemed rhetoric, when he continued to kick Fabio, aggression growing more and more evident, “FUCKING…ASS…HOLE!” With tightened fists, he enunciated with each kick, “MOTHERFUCKE-”

“JIM!!!!”

You cried in an instant. And that very moment was when he finally froze. That fateful moment, you watched his face change, for his expression was clear as day. As if a wave of realization washed over him. As if bitter reality surprised him with a sucker punch.

All the while he stared down at his finished product: Fabio. He watched the the young man groan for his dear life, laying defeated and thoroughly bruised; all the while a weak stream of blood appeared prominent from his head and his mouth, adding a splash of bright color to the dark and dusty pavement.

Which was transparent enough for you, the witness.

You regretted being frozen with shock. If it only was for you to control. Thankfully a shred of it reached when you finally mustered the strength to call for him out from a potential murder. Violence, Danger, your trembling heart sensed it all. All from Jim. For that was what his strong aura emitted. However, despite your shock, never did you flinch. Never did your heart consider retracting from him or running away.

On the contrary, you were compelled to trust him even further. Especially when you sensed complete safety in him, above all others.

“Let’s go…”

You found yourself uttering those words, as you took his hand in urgency. Pulling him with haste, you both fled from the scene. Adrenaline coursing through the veins whilst running away, leaving a wounded man laying in his own mess before anyone could find out.

You remembered how Jim drove. Quiet, but focused. He drove and drove, until the bar disappeared from your sight. He drove to the point you both found yourselves ending up at a remote beach. And finally, time had returned to its normal pace once again.

Calming sounds of the ocean waves filled your ears, while the sight of the foamy waters barely were visible in the darkness. You watched Jim slowly take his hands from the wheel, rubbing his face. Your eyes widened, when you noticed his hand bleeding slightly. Perhaps from the broken bottle. You longed to speak, however no voice was present. Pushing the seat back, Jim slowly crawled over to the back of the car. Silence overpowered for too long, which urged you to clear your throat and speak:

“A…Are you ok-”

“You’re right, you know…”

You paused, upon hearing Jim’s interruption. Looking back from the front passenger seat, you found light finally shining on his face. Much to your sadness, cracks formed in your heart by the sight of his expression. Especially when silent tears streamed down his chiseled face. As if his mask of bravery was stripped away. Or even melted.

“You’re right…shit’s been crazy over there…” he chuckled with sadness, “…worse, shit’s crazy over here too…” he said, pointing at his own head.

Joining him in the backseat, you took the bandana off your head without hesitation.

“The thing’s I’ve seen…” he continued in mid-whisper, “The shit I had to do. The shit I wanted to do. It’s fucked up…so fucked up”.

It was unfathomable. Witnessing emotions of Jim Davis on variant scale in one single night, including him unveiling his vulnerability, you did not know where to begin processing. Simultaneously, those cracks in your heart, they could not help but form deeper to the point you ached inside. For a second, you were filled with an overwhelming desire for this misery in his heart to disappear. You longed for him to smile again. You froze. Were you tasting a slice of pure affection? Perhaps even, love? For him?

“It’s too fucked up…I’M fucked up-”

“Hey…hey…”

Your voice cracked when you finally began, leaning towards him, “Shhhh…It’s okay…” you said in comfort, while rubbing his forearm, “…its okay…I’m here” you said, as you occupied yourself with tending to his bleeding hand as a coping mechanism. The bleeding that he did not even notice.

With his hand on yours, the heart did feel heavier in comparison. As if his hand was magnetically powerful enough to keep you nearby. Thus, forming an attraction. Not the type that stirred the loins, but merely the kind that longed for you to wail on behalf of him. The kind to carry the pain for him. As if you did not wish to carry on another minute of your life, without knowing he would be well. And you would be lying if you did not want to show him that.

Your trembling hand reached out for his surprised face, turning it towards you with patience. The deep breath you took, it occupied your lungs in completion. Butterflies exploded in your stomach , causing a riot before you moved close. Close enough to feel his breath on your face. And close enough to press your lips on both his cheeks.

You tasted his salty tears, that stained his face. Pressing your own lips together, you hoped you could share his pain this way. Your eyes were smart, urging your voice to take a breather, whilst they gazed at his lips. Those lips that turned you greedy the moment you saw first laid eyes on them. And his trembling breaths of despair were enough for you to finally dispose of any form of hesitation.

For you finally moved to kiss him ever so gently on the lips.

With your kiss, you were there for him, in spite of it all. In spite of the violence and the tears. And the moment you instantly felt Jim kiss you back, you knew you were hopelessly his.

All the sudden, a dose of sweetness was infused with the salty kisses, weakening the flavor of the beer that lingered in his mouth. Selfishly, the need for comfort vanished. For all you needed was him. In every possible manner. Safe to say, Jim wholeheartedly agreed.

A sudden injection of passion entered your systems, setting your bodies in its entirety, in flames. Which also included the loins. Powerful enough for you to straddle him, powerful enough for Jim to flip you down to hover over you. And certainly powerful enough for the both of you to make love.

You treasured it all. The manner in which his fingers were precise, hooking on to your panties to gingerly peel them out of your frame. The manner in which his eyes gazed upon your own, then traveling all the way south to take in the sight of your now exposed opening, that dripped with wetness, blushing in its own means and begging him to explore it. Thus, it was to be expected, when you welcomed him inside you effortlessly. As if it had waited for him all your life.

Even for the first time, Jim was fast, and was rough. Yet surprisingly, you did not care. You knew where it originated. And it seemed most apt.

While he moved in body, he fled in heart. Away from the horrors, away from the pain. This resulted from his need for a distraction. Amidst the syncopated moans that filled the car, you cupped his face. Looking right into his hazel orbs, you witnessed his need. His need for a distraction. And at the peak of climax, you witnessed his desperation. His desperation, that urged you to never him go.

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“I failed the test…”

Jim uttered low, capturing your attention. With your face buried in his neck, you heard it louder than ever. Tilting your head, you sat up straight to face him, confusion taking over. After reaching climax following a session of passionate and exciting love-making in a restaurant toilet booth, there you both were in recovery. Never did you expect him to break the silence with a statement such as this.

“What do you mean?” You inquired in a half whisper.

“The Psych test…” Jim elaborated, while you proceeded to put your cardigan top back on, “…for the LAPD gig” sighing, he was downcast “I failed that shit…”

“No….” You breathed. The disappoint that was rife in his tone, somehow pierced through your heart. Thus, ushering in a wave of sadness that came crashing in, “Baby, I’m so sorry…” you said as you embraced him tight. To your surprise, Jim held you tightly in his arms in return. For when he buried his face on the crook of your neck and remained in silence for a mere few seconds, it was evident that was what he was required of. A rush of butteries attacked as you gently cupped his face. You loved this man, and your heart was the witness.

“Fuck the cops if the they can’t relate” you said through gritted teeth, before kissing both his cheeks, “Fuck ‘em! Cause something better is comin’ ” you added with a soft smile, while your thumb ran over his upper lip, “We just gotta ...keep our heads straight”

To your relief, Jim seemed amused, “Speaking from experience?”

You smiled with pride, “You could say that…”

Both of you chuckled. “The point is…” you continued with a deep sigh, and huge smile, “I’m glad you’re back for good, baby”

Except for his own smile, it vanished right then. And in turn, his eyes watered and they shone, reflecting nothing but desperation and vulnerability. You took pride in being the one to witness it, just as you did that fateful night a few months back. Stroking your head with both hands, his forehead gently touched yours:

“¡Eres mia!” He breathed deep.

You’re mine!

How dare he? Expanding with immense warmth and impatience, it did not take long for your heart to gain rapid pace, as it was your very first time.

“¡Si, para siempre!” You answered with confidence. For it was simply the truth.

Yes, Forever!

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Index

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damn-daemon · 4 years

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Sequential Chapter Update Chapter Six - Cursed

"We've been to a lot of funerals," Hopper murmured. "And now we're going to one more."

Molly finally looked over at him, but his attention had turned to his hand, and the blue bracelet wrapped around his wrist. It was a small hair tie that she had glimpsed on occasion, but not as openly as now. She didn't have to ask who it originally belonged to.

Her hand reached out, grabbing his and covering the bracelet in the process.

READ HERE: FF | Wattpad | AO3

#why do all my chapter updates have different formats?#weirdo #ocappreciation #sequential #molly davis #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things oc #jim hopper x oc

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heldheartinfo · 2 years

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FULL ACCOUNT SHIP LIST ( @heldheart ) :

CANON x CANON ~

Blair Waldorf x Dan Humphrey

Caroline Forbes x Klaus Mikaelson

Harry Osborn x Mary-Jane Watson

Fleur Delacour x Bill Weasley

Rosie x Otto Octavius

Emily Lyman x Norman Osborn

Pansy Parkinson x Draco Malfoy

Makkari x Druig

Lizzie Saltzman x Hope Mikaelson

Christine Palmer x Stephen Strange

Buffy Summers x Angel

Buffy Summers x Spike

Willow Rosenberg x Tara Maclay

Kiara Carrera x JJ Maybank

Sarah Cameron x John B. Routledge

Rory Gilmore x Jess Mariano

Sigyn x Loki Laufeyson

Davina Claire x Kol Mikaelson

Heike x Baron Helmut Zemo

Ruby 2.0 x Sam Winchester

Pacey Witter x Joey Potter

Caroline Forbes x Tyler Lockwood

Lois Lane x Clark Kent

Heike Zemo x Bucky Barnes

Lizzie Saltzman x Landon Kirby

Love Quinn x Theo Engler

Heike Zemo x Bucky Barnes

Roy Kent x Keeley Jones

Lizzie Saltzman x Percy Jackson

Selina Kyle x Bruce Wayne

Selina Kyle x Matt Murdock

Anna Smith x John Bates

Mary Crawley x Matthew Crawley

Mary Crawley x Henry Talbot

Sybil Crawley x Tom Branson

Anthony Bridgerton x Kate Sharma

Benedict Bridgerton x Sophie Beckett

Daphne Bridgerton x Simon Bassett

Siena Rosso x Anthony Bridgerton

Emily Walker x Cordell Walker

Geri Broussard x Cordell Walker

Nancy Wheeler x Steve Harrington

Joyce Byers x Jim Hopper

CANON x OC ~

Bexley Rogers x Logan Howlett

Sam Salvatore x Clint Barton

Sam Salvatore x Steve Rogers

Sam Salvatore x Klaus Mikaelson

Sam Salvatore x Elijah Mikaelson

Sam Salvatore x Edward Cullen

Sam Salvatore x Tony Stark

Logan Thibault x Natasha Romanoff

Astraea x Ikaris

Bexley Rogers x Tony Stark

Bexley Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Bexley Rogers x Helmut Zemo

Bexley Rogers x Stephen Strange

Sam Salvatore x Enzo St. John

Kassandra Mikaelson x Damon Salvatore

Bexley Rogers x Wanda Maximoff

Bexley Addams x Wanda Maximoff

Bexley Rogers x Natasha Romanoff

Bexley Rogers x Winn Schott

Megan Walker x Eddie Brock

Megan Walker x Peter Parker

Harriet Carter-Rogers x Shang Chi

Jonathan Stark x Kate Bishop

Bexley Addams x Dean Winchester

Elizabeth Taylor x Steve Rogers

Bexley Rogers x Thor Odinson

Sarah Stark x Harry Osborn

Avery Osborn x Peter Parker

Sophia Rogers x Wally West

Mara Winchester x Druig

Karolina Addams x Lucifer

Sam Salvatore x Caroline Forbes

Bexley Rogers x Matt Murdock

Megan Walker x Matt Murdock

Caroline Burton x Matthew Crawley

Caroline Burton x Tom Branson

Anthony Burton x Thomas Barrow

Kathryn Vaughn x Hoyt Rawlins

Jeanette Byers x Steve Harrington

Jeanette Byers x Eddie Munson

Violet Munson x Jonathan Byers

Violet Munson x Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson x Chrissy Cunningham

Andrea Kazanky x Jake Seresin

Caroline Mitchell x Bradley Bradshaw

OC x OC ~

Josephine Octavius x Harley Stark

Josephine Octavius x Harry Rogers

Steven Stark x Melody Barton

Steven Stark x Sadie Barnes

Jonathan Stark x Georgia Maximoff

Freyja Thorsdottir x Daniel Rogers

Elizabeth Taylor x Leo Kennedy

Adam Mikaelson x Alaina Carpenter

Sarah Stark x Viktor Barnes

Sarah Stark x Caliux Darkknight

Sarah Stark x Sord-Menn

Hazel Mikaelson x Caliux Darkknight

Bexley Addams x Caliux Darkknight

Avery Osborn x Caliux Darkknight

Jo Octavius x Caliux Darkknight

Caroline Barnes x Harry Rogers

Evelyn Barnes x Franklin Richards

Connor Lang x James Carter-Rogers

Bexley Rogers x Piotr Koskov

Ellinor Lokisdottir x Tommy Maximoff

Bexley Addams x Stephen Reed

Melissa Masterson x Cameron Kincaid

Sasha Stark x Valentina Silva

Sasha Stark x Valeria Richards

I WANT TO EXPLORE/TRY ~

Jo Harvelle x Dean Winchester

Lizzie Saltzman x Hope Mikaelson

Lizzie Saltzman x Landon Kirby

Lizzie Saltzman x Ethan Machado

Ruby 2.0 x Sam Winchester

Katherine Pierce x Elijah Mikaelson

Katherine Pierce x Klaus Mikaelson

Sigyn x Loki Laufeyson

Haley James (Scott) x Nathan Scott

Brooke Davis x Lucas Scott

Brooke Davis x Julian Baker

Nancy Wheeler x Eddie Munson

WHAT I SHIP: (May be doing already or may be wanting to do)

Jo Harvelle x Dean Winchester

Pepper Potts x Tony Stark

Lizzie Saltzman x Hope Mikaelson

Lizzie Saltzman x Landon Kirby

Lizzie Saltzman x Ethan Machado

Buffy Summers x Angel

Buffy Summers x Spike

Blair Waldorf x Dan Humphrey

Katherine Pierce x Elijah Mikaelson

Katherine Pierce x Stefan Salvatore

Katherine Pierce x Klaus Mikaelson

Heike Zemo x Baron Helmut Zemo

Willow Rosenberg x Tara Maclay

Willow Rosenberg x Daniel Osbourne

Willow Rosenberg x Kennedy

Ruby 2.0 x Sam Winchester

Lois Lane x Clark Kent

Emily x Cordell Walker

Geri Broussard x Cordell Walker

Pacey Witter x Joey Potter

Pacey Witter x Andie McPhee

Sigyn x Loki Laufeyson

Sarah Cameron x John B. Routledge

Kiara Carrera x JJ Maybank

Davina Claire x Kol Mikaelson

Felicia Hardy x Peter Parker

Anne Weying x Eddie Brock

Anne Weying x Dr. Dan Lewis

Makkari x Druig

Haley James (Scott) x Nathan Scott

Haley James x Brooke Davis

Brooke Davis x Julian Baker

Brooke Davis x Rachel Gatina

Brooke Davis x Lucas Scott

Christine Palmer x Stephen Strange

Caroline Forbes x Klaus Mikaelson

Caroline Forbes x Tyler Lockwood

Caroline Forbes x Katherine Pierce

Rory Gilmore x Jess Mariano

Rosie x Otto Octavius

Emily Lyman x Norman Osborn

Roy Kent x Keeley Jones

Rebecca Welton x Ted Lasso

Anya Jenkins x Xander Harris

Pansy Parkinson x Draco Malfoy

Fleur Delacour x Bill Weasley

Daphne Bridgerton x Simon Bassett

Anthony Bridgerton x Kate Sharma

Malia Tate x Stiles Stilinski

Allison Argent x Scott McCall

Allison Argent x Isaac Lahey

Braeden x Derek Hale

Sybil Crawley x Tom Branson

Mary Crawley x Matthew Crawley

Mary Crawley x Henry Talbot

Anna Smith x John Bates

Claire Dearling x Owen Grady

Ellie Sattler x Alan Grant

Padme Amidala x Anakin Skywalker

Nancy Wheeler x Steve Harrington

Nancy Wheeler x Robin Buckley

Cassie Perez x Trey Barnett

Twyla Jean x Cordell ‘Duke’ Walker

Joyce Byers x Jim Hopper

Chrissy Cunningham x Eddie Munson

Katherine Pierce x Stefan Salvatore

Katherine Pierce x Elijah Mikaelson

Max Mayfield x Lucas Sinclair

Natasha Trace x Jake Seresin

Katniss Everdeen x Peeta Mellark

Jessica Day x Nick Miller

Annie Cresta x Finnick O’Dair

Lydia Martin x Allison Argent

Lydia Martin x Jordan Parrish

Jo March x Theodore Laurence

Rachel Berry x Finn Hudson

Rachel Berry x Quinn Fabray

Quinn Fabray x Sam Evans

Quinn Fabray x Santana Lopez

Donna Troy x Dick Grayson

Jade Tulle-Salvatore x Josie Saltzman

Hope Van Dyne x Scott Lang

Tatum Riley x Stu Macher

Mary-Jane Watson x Peter Parker

Mary-Jane Watson x Harry Osborn

Mary-Jane Watson x Gwen Stacy

NOTPS: ( Ships I don’t like for whatever reason and/or have no interest in rping )

Lizzie Saltzman x Sebastian

Blair Waldorf x Nate Archibald

Joey Potter x Dawson Leery

Caroline Forbes x Matt Donovan

Caroline Forbes x Alaric Saltzman

Rebecca Welton x Sam Obsinya

Haley James x Chris Keller

Buffy Summers x Riley Finn

Nancy Wheeler x Jonathan Byers

Katniss Everdeen x Gale Hawthorne

#psa #{re: general}

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roleplayfinder · 3 years

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Fandom Roleplays

21+/F. Looking for various fandom roleplays. Must be 21+, although I’m fine with both romantic or platonic ships. I’ll list the characters I like to write as, and I’m open to almost all ships. I prefer Canon x Canon pairings but will listen to OC ideas. I also prefer canon/canon divergent plots and don’t really do AUs.

Supernatural:

Arthur Ketch

Azazel

Balthazar

Bela Talbot

Benny Lafitte

Chuck Shurley

Crowley

Dean Winchester

Gadreel

Garth Fitzgerald IV

Lucifer

Metatron

Mick Davies

Ruby (1.0 or 2.0)

Game of Thrones:

Alliser Thorne

Cersei Lannister

Daenerys Targaryen

Jaime Lannister

Jorah Mormont

Margaery Tyrell

Petyr Baelish

Renly Baratheon

Roose Bolton

Sansa Stark

Stannis Baratheon

Thoros

Tywin Lannister

The Walking Dead:

Beth Greene

Gabriel Stokes

Gareth

Lori Grimes

Merle Dixon

Paul Rovia

Philip Blake

Shane Walsh

Simon

Doctor Who/Torchwood:

The Fifth Doctor

The Sixth Doctor

The Ninth Doctor

Delgado!Master

Dhawan!Master

Jack Harkness

Ianto Jones

BBC Sherlock:

Greg Lestrade

Jim Moriarty

Mycroft Holmes

Grand Theft Auto V:

Michael De Santa

Steve Haines

Trevor Philips

Random Fandoms:

Alan Grant (Jurassic Park)

Armand (The Vampire Chronicles)

Cyrus Lupo (Law & Order)

Elrond (The Lord of the Rings)

Enjolras (Les Misérables)

Erik (The Phantom of the Opera)

Fox Mulder (The X-Files)

Gaston (Beauty and the Beast)

James Wilson (House MD)

Jonathan Carnahan (The Mummy)

Mark Hoffman (Saw)

Nathan Stark (Eureka)

Randall Flagg (The Stand)

Sonny Carisi (Law & Order: SVU)

Thranduil (The Hobbit)

If you’re interested in working something out, please add me on Discord: Lindsay#7046.

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REPOST. DON’T REBLOG. post TEN characters you’d like to roleplay as, have roleplayed as and might bring back, then tag ten people to do the same. ( If you can’t think of ten characters, just write down however many you can. Feel free to go over ten, too. )

TAGGED BY: stolen from @diaboliktheology TAGGING: whoever wants to do the thing !

CURRENTLY PLAYING:

John Mitchell ( Being Human )

Jefferson ( Once Upon A Time/Canon Divergent )

Shu Sakamaki ( Diabolik Lovers )

Steve Rogers ( Marvel Cinematic Universe )

Jasper Whitlock ( Twilight/Canon Divergent )

James Conrad ( Kong: Skull Island )

A myriad of OCs on my multimuse

HAVE PLAYED / MIGHT BRING BACK:

Sirius Black ( Harry Potter )

Damon Salvatore ( The Vampire Diaries )

Maxwell Carrigan ( Across The Universe )

Kaoru Hitachiin ( Ouran High School Host Club )

Kyo Sohma ( Fruits Basket )

Enzo ( Plush )

Roger Davis ( RENT )

WANT TO PLAY:

Jim Hawkins ( Treasure Planet )

Archie Andrews ( Riverdale )

Scott Summers ( X-Men Evolution )

#▓ ♫┆ ❛ a lonely potato.┆ ⌜ᴏᴏᴄ⌟#( i'm literal garbage )#( *rolls away into the abyss* )

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22 de FEBRERO de 2017

♣ — RESERVAS :

OC Jasmine Cephas Jones (24 horas)

OC Katie Cassidy (6 horas)

♣ — AUDICIONES EN EL INBOX :

OC Lily Collins

OC Tyler Young

♣ — CUENTAS :

Krista Collins (24 horas)

♣ — HIATUS :

Ivan Davies & Barty Crouch Jr. ( semi ) — 20 de marzo

Jacob Davies, Katherine Ollivander & Nirvana Dawlish ( semi ) — 23 de marzo

Regulus Black, Lorcan d’Eath, Greta Catchlove & Alecto Carrow ( semi ) — 25 de febrero

♣ — AVISO DE UNFOLLOW :

Alice Watson (inactividad)

Alyssa Abbott (inactividad)

Lucy Karoonda (inactividad)

Mina Lima (inactividad)

♣ — FOLLOWS RECIENTES :

Edric Brown

Evan Rosier

Gemma Shingleton

Gwenog Jones

Lily Evans

Rita Skeeter

♣ — UNFOLLOW :

Cassia Clearwater (inactividad)

Zephyr Parkinson

♣ — PERSONAJES LIBERADOS :

Cassia Clearwater

Zephyr Parkinson

♣ — FCs LIBERADOS :

Caitlin Stasey

Kat McNamara

✦ PERSONAJES ✦

O R D E N D E L F É N I X

Alice Watson ( Carey Mulligan )

Benjy Fenwick ( Matthew Gray Gubbler )

Dorcas Meadowes ( Rooney Mara )

Fabian Prewett ( Max Irons )

Frank Longbottom ( Jim Sturgess )

Gideon Prewett ( Robert Pattinson )

Jacob Davies ( Alex Pettyfer )

James Potter ( Matt Hitt )

Lily Evans ( Alina Kovalenko )

Marlene McKinnon ( Lily James )

Mary MacDonald ( Lee Ji Eun )

Remus Lupin ( Andrew Garfield )

M O R T Í F A G O S

Alecto Carrow ( Elizabeth Gillies )

Barty Crouch Jr. ( Dane DeHaan )

Bellatrix Lestrange ( Alejandra Alonso)

Evan Rosier ( Herman Tømmeraas )

Rabastan Lestrange ( Paul Wesley )

Regulus Black ( Logan Lerman )

C I V I L E S

Agatha Figg ( Bella Heathcote )

Alyssa Abbott ( Melissa Benoist )

Amelia Bones ( Merritt Patterson )

Andromeda Black ( Jessica Stroup )

Arthur Weasley ( Caleb Landry Jones )

Betty Braithwaite ( Bae Suzy )

Daisy Hookum ( Evan Rachel Wood )

Danny Wood ( Ansel Elgort )

Darcy Edwards ( Lucy Fry )

Edric Brown ( Dylan O’Brien )

Ellie Dowson ( Hailee Steinfeld )

Gemma Shingleton ( Sofia Black-D’Elia )

Glenda Chittock ( Elle Fanning )

Greta Catchlove ( Olivia Holt )

Gwenog Jones ( Jessica Sula )

Hestia Jones ( Felicity Jones )

Ivan Davies ( Thomas Brodie-Sangster )

Katherine Ollivander ( Karen Gillan )

Krista Collins ( Lisa Teige )

Lorcan d’Eath ( Lucky Blue Smith )

Lucy Karoonda ( Britt Robertson )

Mina Lima ( Adelaide Kane )

Miriam Strout ( Alycia Debnam Carey )

Molly Prewett ( Rose Leslie )

Narcissa Black ( Amber Heard )

Nirvana Dawlish ( Elizabeth Olsen )

Rita Skeeter ( Sarah Gadon )

Rosalind Bungs ( Suki Waterhouse )

Scarlett Travers ( Carlson Young )

Zoe Nettles ( Sophie Turner )

♣ — CANTIDAD DE PERSONAJES :

MASCULINOS: 16 ( + 1 audición ).

FEMENINOS: 31 ( + 1 audición, + 2 reservas ).

TOTAL: 47.

ADMINISTRACIÓN.

#actividad

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ao3feed-strangerthings · 4 years

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PLEASER - w.byers

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2OZFgbC

by neensbeans

- quite the people pleaser, if only i could please her

william byers x fem! oc {season 1 + ongoing}

Words: 1366, Chapters: 2/50, Language: English

Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Underage

Categories: F/M

Characters: Will Byers, Mike Wheeler, Matilda Joane Davis, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Lucas Sinclair, Steve Harrington, Jonathan Byers, Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler, Jim "Chief" Hopper, Eleven | Jane Hopper, Joyce Byers, The Party (Stranger Things)

Relationships: Maxine "Max" Mayfield/Lucas Sinclair, Will Byers & Dustin Henderson & Lucas Sinclair & Mike Wheeler, Steve Harrington & Dustin Henderson, Jonathan Byers & Joyce Byers & Will Byers & Eleven | Jane Hopper, Will Byers & The Party

Additional Tags: Fluff and Angst, Angst, Developing Relationship, Male-Female Friendship

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2OZFgbC

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #fanfiction #stranger things

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yahoo-roto-arcade-blog · 6 years

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Fantasy Football Booms/Busts 2018: The Detroit Lions

Fantasy owners seeking RB value in the middle rounds should chase down Lions rookie Kerryon Johnson. (AP)

As the mercury rises and we inch closer to the open of training camps, our resident fantasy football sickos, Brad Evans and Liz Loza, will profile their favorite booms/busts of every NFL team. Today’s topic: The Former Hello Kitties.

It’s a new era in Detroit with Matt Patricia, and his famous soup strainer, in charge. In terms of potential return on investment, who among the Lions pride are you fondest of?

Brad – KERRYON JOHNSON. Trivia Time! The last two Detroit rushers to surpass 1,000 rushing yards in a season were … Reggie Bush (2013) and, a blast from the past, Kevin Jones (2004). To say the least, running the football in Detroit has been an arduous task on par with scissor-trimming a lawn. Under Patricia, a defensive-minded, RBBC-committed coach, that narrative, however, may soon change.

“Saquads” Barkley, Rashaad Penny, Derrius Guice and others are greenhorns receiving more hype, but Johnson shouldn’t be overlooked. Though occasionally timid on interior runs last season with Auburn (2.90 YAC/att), the youngster features a legitimate three-down skill set. He’s a fluid, cut runner who bursts off-edge, is very competent as a receiver and blows up blitzers behind the line. His high football I.Q. and versatility have already generated much praise with the coaching staff.

Unsurprisingly, Patricia is all about week-to-week and situational matchups, which will force many owners to pass on Johnson. In hindsight, that will look like a terrible miscalculation. The rookie will work side-by-side with LeGarratte Blount and Theo Riddick, but 13-15 touches per game is entirely realistic. At his very affordable 99.3 ADP (RB42), he’s one of the virtual game’s finest mid-round targets. Expect final numbers in range of 190-825-40-320-6, a total similar to what Lamar Miller (RB21) accomplished in 2017.

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Liz – KENNY GOLLADAY. Evans has Pryor. And I have Babytron. A dynamically skilled size/speed prospect whose lack of pedigree depressed his draft stock, Golladay opened the season with an exclamation point. Converting four of seven targets for 69 yards and 2 scores, it appeared as though Detroit had found its next big X receiver.

The hype came to screeching halt, however, when Golladay suffered a hamstring injury heading into Week 4 and was kept off the field until Week 10. Sidelined from practice and missing reps put the young player at a clear disadvantage, though he did manage to close out the year with 80 yards and a score in his final outing.

Due to his limited playing time, it’s hard to discern much from the Huskie’s 2017 stats. What his tape reveals, however, is a player with break-away speed who can wreak havoc in the red zone. The fact that Matt Stafford likes throwing to him obviously helps as well. Already creating buzz in minicamps, and with Eric Ebron now in Indy, Golladay is poised for a second-year breakout. FF: 80-1,000-10

Oppositely, which player should fantasy owners avoid like Gronk trade tweets from fake Adam Schefter accounts?

Liz – LEGARRETTE BLOUNT. One of the first tenants of fantasy football is to avoid chasing touchdowns. So don’t draft Blount. His most impressive stats last year came from red zone carries (#14) and goal line carries (#8). Yet he only had two rushing scores on the season. He may be the luckiest man in football – earning Super Bowl rings in back-to-back years – but he’s no longer a realistic fantasy option. Entering his age-31 season, he’s no more than insurance for Detroit. Kerryon Johnson is the future of this backfield.

Brad – MARVIN JONES. A textbook post-hype sleeper in 2017, Jones kicked down doors and roundhouse punched the competition. He routinely torched defenders downfield, soaring to new statistical heights. He finished No. 5 in yards per target (10.3), No. 6 in fantasy points per target (2.10) and WR13 in total per game output. Largely dependent on long-bomb conversations – he logged just an 18.9 percent target share in ’17 – and with Golladay’s likely step forward, Jones’ odds of even sniffing ’17 are rather bleak. The chance Alex Ovechkin stays sober over the next month or three is better.

Jones may seem like a bargain at his 50.6 ADP (WR25), but looks, they are often deceiving. Michael Crabtree, Corey Davis and Will Fuller, available roughly 20-25 picks later, possess far greater profit potential.

In reality, Richie Rich, Matthew Stafford, could afford an entire fleet of exotic McLaren sports cars, and park them sideways, but yearly salary doesn’t mean squat in fantasy. At his 110.9 ADP (QB10) is the well-off passer OVERVALUED, UNDERVALUED or PROPERLY VALUED ?

Brad – PROPERLY VALUED. Sitting on a gold adorned throne, Stafford is one of the virtual game’s true consistency kings. Once considered Faberge-egg fragile early in his career, he’s finished No. 11 or better in overall QB production seven of the past eight seasons. Efficient downfield (No. 3 in deep-ball completion% in ’17) and on play action, he’s become a more accurate passer under the Cooter’s direction. For those who play the QB patience game on draft day, he should be priority numero uno. Another tally around 4200 passing yards and 30 total touchdowns is inevitable, especially with Detroit’s offensive line enhancements.

Liz – PROPERLY VALUED. Matt Patricia may be the team’s new HC, but Jim Bob Cooter is still the OC. Since being promoted from QBs coach in 2015, Cooter has elevated Stafford’s game by moving to a quick passing offense. Clearly the change agrees with Stafford as his interceptions have decreased (10 in 2016 and 2017) while his YPA (7.9 in 2017) and completion percentages (65.7% in 2017) have increased.

The trend figures to continue as the Lions upgraded their offensive line and backfield via the draft, adding C Frank Ragnow in the first round, OT Tyrell Crosby in the fifth, and RB Kerryon Johnson in the second. Furthermore, Stafford will continue to have four top-notch receiving threats in Golden Tate, Marvin Jones, Kenny Golladay, and Theo Riddick. A top-eight fantasy producer for three consecutive years, Staff has earned a top-ten ranking.

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ROLEPLAYING HISTORY.

The rules are simple! Post ten characters you’d like to role play as, have role played as, and might bring back. Then tag ten people to do the same (if you can’t think of ten characters, just write down however many you can and tag the same amount of people). Aside from that, please repost instead of reblog!

CURRENTLY PLAYING

They’re all right here fam bam !!

WANT TO PLAY

Jim Halpert ( the office )

Finnick Odair ( thg )

Ellie ( tlou )

Stanley Hudson ( the office )

Lee Abbott ( a quiet place )

Joel Miller ( tlou )

Bruce Banner / Hulk ( marvel )

Augustus Waters ( tfios )

Carl Gallagher ( shameless )

honestly probably way more oops

HAVE PLAYED ( italicized = would play again )

Four / Tobias Eaton ( divergent )

Johanna Mason ( thg )

Nakia ( bp/marvel )

Finn ( sw )

Personified Nagini ( hp )

Steven Hyde ( that 70s show )

Michael Kelso ( that 70s show )

Emily Davis ( ud )

Emmett Cullen ( twilight )

Stanley Uris ( it )

Amy Elliot-Dunne ( gone girl)

countless ocs tbh & probably more through those rpg years x)

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itsworn · 7 years

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1932 Ford pickup is all hot rod

Bauder’s Hauler

A 1932 Ford Pickup for a Hot Rod Pioneer

There are those who have blazed the trail, carving a niche for themselves in automotive history, whose aura transcends the use of a complete first and last name so that by uttering just a last name is more than sufficient for everyone to understand who everyone is talking about.

Though most of the following names could certainly fall into that category, see if you can pick out the common thread in this list of hot rodding luminaries: Boyd Coddington, Don Thelen, Pete Chapouris, Chuck Lombardo, Vern Luce, Jerry Moreland, Steve Davis, Barry Lobeck, Gary Meadors, Steve Coonan, Alex Xydias, Lil’ John Buttera, Thom Taylor, and Bruce Meyer.

Can’t put your finger on it? How about Bob Bauder? Don’t know the name? Well don’t feel bad—Bob is the most famous guy you probably haven’t heard of. But all those other folks certainly know his name, and many of them would not have ever known about each other if it wasn’t for Bauder. And if you do happen to know Bauder’s name, it’s a safe bet it’s for maybe one car he owned or maybe two, but Bob’s legacy goes far deeper than that.

Born in New Castle, Pennsylvania, in 1944 (the same town California Street Rods’ Chuck Lombardo was from), Bob decided he’d drive his ’55 Chevy to the West Coast after graduating high school in 1962 and live the hot rod lifestyle. Now this is the ’62 version of hot rodding, which centered on drag racing, and building cars at home without a local shop or parts catalog to help. He ran his car out of gas in the middle of California and, at different times, lived in both his car and inside the gas station where he worked, but still being able to find the money to race a ’63 Corvette he’d built for himself.

Pedal to the metal kind of driving is probably the first thing people who know Bob would have to say about him. He’s also never had an interest in being famous or trading his soul to be perceived as something he isn’t, he’s just wanted to build hot rods and, more often than not, go really fast in them!

In the late ’60s there were a core of folks working on hot rods, but there were no real aftermarket businesses catering to them, and certainly no place where you could order up a chassis and have some car built for you. Bauder had moved to Orange County in Southern California by the early ’70s, and hanging out at Don Thelen’s Buffalo Motor Cars, one of the most respected shops around. It’s where he met Pete Chapouris, who had recently opened Pete & Jakes—one of the first aftermarket hot rod shops that specialized in making chassis and suspension parts for the home builder.

It’s also about the time he’d met Vern Luce—a candy manufacturer who was looking for someone to build him a nice car. Bob ended up introducing Vern to one of his other friends, who was a machinist working at Disneyland: Boyd Coddington. In the ’70s Bauder had told Boyd he needed to quit his job at Disneyland and open a hot rod shop full time (much to the chagrin of Boyd’s wife, Diane), as Coddington had already built a couple of finely-crafted cars for himself.

Boyd took on the job of building a red three-window ’33 Ford in his backyard for Luce that would not only go on to win the Al Slonaker Award at the 1981 Grand National Roadster Show (the show’s highest honor next to its AMBR award), but the smoothed-out design and use of one-off aluminum suspension and engine pieces (milled by Lil’ John Buttera), the monochromatic paint, a then-unheard-of three-piece hood, and no hinges, door handles, or windshield frame, would set the high standard mark for the street rod world for the next 30 years.

Boyd had been told if Vern’s car had been a roadster, it would have won the AMBR award so, in less than a year, Boyd and his talented crew built a red ’33 roadster for Jamie Musselman. The roadster did win the AMBR award in 1982, and those two cars subsequently put Boyd, and his Lil’ John Buttera-carved aluminum suspension parts and wheels, on the proverbial hot rodding map.

In 1981 Bauder had left the growing OC for the quiet hill country of Crestline, located in the mountains in nearby San Bernardino and, by the mid ’80s he was driving around in his Regency Red blown and chopped ’32 Ford sedan (no doubt scaring anyone would take a ride with him). In the hot rodding world there was also a push to build fat-fendered hot rods. Coincidentally, in 1985, Bauder partnered with Tom Vogele, a Boyd employee (and years before he’d become the editor of Street Rodder magazine), and began a build on Jerry Moreland’s ’40 Ford sedan that would eventually earn the World’s Fastest Street Rod title.

Built in just six months in Vogele’s home garage, the lacquer black beast looked as nice as any hot rod out there but, with a 466 Yenko aluminum block V-8 topped with a 8:71 Littlefield blower poking out of the hood producing 840-horsepower at 6,500 rpm, the all-steel car could run the quarter-mile in 9.10 seconds and 148 mph (remember: this is 1986).

By the late ’80s Chapouris had sold Pete & Jakes, left his position at SEMA, and decided to move “up the mountain” and just around the corner from Bauder’s place. In 1990 the two would form Syntassian, which Pete joked meant “synergy” in Greek, and start building cars as well as a pair of highly-customized Harley motorcycles for one of Pete’s customers: ZZ Top guitarist Billy Gibbons. The pair of eggplant purple HogZZillas were stylized in same theme as Billy’s CadZZilla Cadillac (built at Boyds), and the bikes were completed in just 30 days, start to finish.

Also in the early ’80s Bauder owned a chopped Merc and, like most of what Bob owned, it was for sale. Jim DeFrank had a friend, Bruce Meyer, that was looking for just such a car, so he set the two up. Meyer ended up buying the Merc and, soon after, bought a ’32 roadster from Bob that Bauder had bought from Steve Coonan who, in turn, had bought from Ohio’s Barry Lobeck.

Meyer had already started collecting and restoring vintage race cars, and he told Bob he was looking for the famous drag and lakes coupe owned by the Pierson Brothers. Bauder located the car and Meyer was able to purchase it but, being a vintage (and abused) race car, it was more work than Bob wanted to do, so Bauder told Meyer he should have his buddy Chapouris do the restoration. Chapouris not only restored the racer (which was first shown at the Pebble Beach Concourse in 1991), but also four other famous hot rods for Meyer, including the Doane Spencer roadster and the SO-CAL Speed Shop belly tank.

It was Meyer’s habit of finding the original owners of these historic cars to participate and be a part of the restorations, and Meyer was able to bring the belly tank’s first owner, Alex Xydias, up the mountain to meet Pete. Soon Chapouris was getting enough work that he wanted to get back into the hot rod business big time and expand to a new shop, so he opened PC3g (the Pete Chapouris III Group) in Pomona which, in a few years, was rebranded as SO-CAL Speed Shop with a new partnership with Xydias. Chapouris has said that Bauder was “instrumental” in helping him achieve the heights to which he would rise.

Though Chapouris would move off the mountain in the late ’90s, Bauder stayed put and spent his time restoring nearly 40 cross-ram and Hemi Dodge race cars and factory lightweights, as well as three rare Thunderbolts.

In the early 2000s Bauder again worked with Bruce Meyer, this time on the restoration of the Doyle Gammell coupe (which Meyer still owns), and Bob also spent time building a Viper-powered ’48 Chrysler Town and Country woodie for Goodguys’ Gary Meadors. Originally the convertible was going to be painted a maroon but, after Meadors saw a few test panels Bauder had provided, thought the color just lay there, so he changed the color to forest green.

Through the decades Bauder has had a love for ’32 Fords, and not just roadsters. He’s owned panel deliveries as well as pickup trucks, each of them making a mark when they’d debuted. But recently Bob got the idea he’d like to build another 1832 Ford pickup, so he started looking for the parts he didn’t already have.

The foundation to the new project started with an Al Simon frame, to which Bob added his own four-bar front suspension and monoleaf spring along with a triangulated rear setup for the 8-inch (3.23:1) rearend, which features Currie axles and Romic coilover shocks.

The 8-inch rear brake drums were retained; though the front utilizes ’41 Lincoln brakes outfitted with Buick drums. Steering is accomplished with a tried and true cross-steer Vega box, though the column is from a ’55 Corvette. The gas tank came out of a 1932 passenger car, and the pickup rolls on Wheel Smith 15 x 6 and eight wires wrapped in BFGoodrich rubber.

The engine, a ’67 Chevy 327, is not particularly flashy, but gets the job done. Jim Rameriz out of Crestline did the motor build for Bob, and it’s backed to a TH350 trans. A single AFB four-barrel feeds the V-8, which is topped by a pair of seven-fin chrome Corvette valve covers. Other goodies include a 140-amp alternator, and chrome ram horn exhaust manifolds that run out to a muffler system put together at Scotty’s Mufflers in San Bernardino.

The condition of the truck cab, which was found in Wisconsin, Bob describes as “a true barn find.” He was able to rustle up a set of 25-louver hood sides (20 is what they came with), and tracked down a gentleman who scratch built a pair of rear fenders (stock ones are very rare) that were so nice they bolted right onto the bed without any modifications. Bob also outfitted the base to the cab’s bench seat with the truck’s A/C unit, with vents running off the side and front of the base, and the Alpine stereo unit got mounted in the base as well.

After he got the metal pieces together, Bob gave all of it to Dakota Wentz of Star Kustom Shop in Riverside along with the codes for a one-off maroon PPG paint color. Dakota reskinned a portion of the driver’s door, removed some of the rivets in the bed, sprayed the cab, repro bed, and wire wheels, and then changed over to gloss black for the fenders and some accents on the tailgate. Brad King from Hesperia soon followed with a red pinstripe down the body reveals as well as extra graphics on the ’30s-era Potter Mfg. trunk in the truck’s bed (that holds Bob’s tool box and cleaning paraphernalia). Whatever chrome there was on the car was dipped in the tanks at M&B Polishing in San Bernardino, California.

An Auburn dash and engine-turned gauge panel found its way into the truck, with five Stewart Warner gauges telling Bob what’s going on with the vehicle’s electronics (Bauder wired the truck himself). A Sandoz-Vuille mirror-mounted clock (a Ford accessory in the ’30s) is fixed off the header, and the ’58 Corvette steering wheel carries over the hot rod theme of the truck. Just in front of the seat is a tall, floor-mounted Gennie shifter topped with a Akron marble shifter ball.

Luis Valenzuela from Valenzuela Auto Upholstery in Victorville is responsible for laying out the Mercedes carpet as well stitching up the maroon leather for the bench seat and headliner (the interior side of the steel doors are painted the same as the truck’s exterior).

From start to finish it only took Bob and friends 10 months to build the truck—another in a long line of hot rods that were built by one of the guys who was there at the very start of the street rodding hobby.

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