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hello! hello! hello! welcome to my home.

i'm julie! 20s. i use she/her pronouns and i write! <3

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fandoms i primarily am interested in: COD, TLOU, the Pitt, RDR, and whatever else strikes my fancy

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speaking of tags… i don’t do taglists! sorry, but i am simply too disorganized for that

my thoughts on gen ai (tldr: FUCK IT and FUCK YOU IF YOU USE IT)

and you’re a cunt if you voted for or support trump and/or ice

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pope cody i can fix you(r wardrobe)

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[kiraavi]

[huevinadechoco]

Siblingism

[permanent-fire-hazard]

Imagine being Jack Abbot and you come home from a nine month deployment and your twink bf has turned into this. I bet he blacked out for a second.

[goatedsaminator]

mckay she’s been good 💔

[black-berry-brambles]

we are all forgetting Robby is the kind of man to sit on a couch for five whole seconds and immediately start snoring like a 70-year-old man. Head back. Mouth open. annoying the shit out of abbot

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Jack Abbot, textbook alpha (gn!reader)

Jack Abbot knows he comes across as the worst kind of alpha. Imposing, overbearing, a tad aggressive at times. He’s got the mean mug and potent scent to match it too. Jack Abbot is the type of alpha that those right-wing podcasters talk about, the type of alpha that makes omegas go lightheaded and has betas' knees buckling.

And he despises it.

When Jack was younger, it wasn't too bad. It helped him in the army, even through a lot of med school. People like listening to alphas, it's wired into their biology. Sure, omegas never wanted to stick by him longer than they needed to, but he respected that. Jack may be a textbook alpha in a lot of ways, but he tries hard not to be an asshole.

At the age of twenty-six, and at the height of his raging pheromones, Jack found and married Claire, his wife. She was another alpha and could keep the man in check from the day she married him to beyond the grave.

But now she's gone, and Jack Abbot is fifty and alone without her to soften up his edges. Well, Claire never softened Jack. She was a headstrong alpha herself. It was more of Jack's love for her, its all-consuming nature, that made him somewhat of a functioning member of society.

Jack's okay with it for a bit, in a dark way likes to see how people avoid him, how afraid the med students are to greet him in the evenings. Then one day, Lena presents the new group of interns for the night shift. There's four– two alphas, a beta, and an omega. He's surprised to catch your scent, omegas aren't common on night shifts, but Jack supposes it's time for a positive change.

He shakes the alphas and beta's hands with a firm nod, but when he gets to the end of the line, you cross your arms over your chest.

"It's good to meet you, Dr. Abbot," you mutter, eyes anywhere but on Jack.

He tilts his head, leaning forward so you're forced to look at him. "You alright?"

Your shoulders abruptly hunch in. You nod, "Yes, sir. Just looking for... a patient."

Jack nods. Then, because he thinks you need it, he morphs his face into his best mimicry of a smile. Hopefully it goes better than the time Dana said he looked like a shark.

"There's plenty to go around," Jack says through pulled lips. "Have at 'em."

In the blink of an eye, you're gone. Jack drops the smile and returns to his far more natural frown. From the other side of the hub, Parker Ellis, who had been watching the entire exchange, scoffs. "Nice first impression," she snorts. "Next time, try not to make it look like you're gonna bite the poor kid's head off, okay?"

Jack furrows his brows, "What?"

"What do you mean 'what'? You're a scary alpha, Jack," Parker grabs a tablet, shrugging. "You're frightening the omega."

His frown deepens as Jack raises his head, scanning the ED for you. He finds you huddled with the other interns. While they chat animatedly, your mouth is shut. Most importantly, you're staring at Jack, eyes wide as you shake like a goddamn leaf.

Shit, he thinks. You're actually scared.

That just can't do.

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(said with a longing so deep the pain is unbearable) young jack abbot in a backwards cap

[rylandsgrace]

Conclave (2024) dir. Edward Berger

[mintmatcha]

Happy Gay 1st

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sometimes you fail a level on your stupid mobile game and it hurts because you thought you did really good

[poussentlesailes-deactivated202]

before we have sex can you reassure me i’m the most precious thing you’ve ever seen and repeat it a thousand times please

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Jack Abbot is a believer in acts of service.

He's never been good with words. He has to think too hard to figure out what to say, and even then it never comes out right. So why bother try? It's not like he doesn't have two perfectly good hands to work with.

So, when you complain about the window in the living room, how the sun always hits your screen when you're writing, Jack converts the guest bedroom into your office. Though, he also picks up a functioning typewriter as well. Can't have the sun hitting your screen if there's no screen, right?

When you keep stubbing your toe on the same bedpost every morning, Jack buys a protector and puts it on all four.

Every week, it's something new. Something grinds your gears, and Jack makes sure to take care of business. You're hungry? Jack is making you a plate of cut fruit. Your car is making a funny noise? He's getting in there and getting dirty. You're tired after work? Guess who's getting a free massage from their husband!

Sure, it's not easy. You do have a lot to complain about, but Jack does make sure that it's never about the same thing twice.

And when you meet Donnie's baby for the first time and ponder aloud how cute one of your own would be... Well, Jack can make that happen, but you'll have to put the work in too.

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you've heard of vampire!parker ellis but have you heard of parker ellis and vampire reader? (f!reader)

Parker Ellis didn't want to spend her night off cleaning up wounds, but it seems as though you have different plans. You, the pretty woman from down the hall who Parker has been flirting with for the better part of six months. You showed up at Parker's front door, shivering and covered with blood.

It's everywhere, smudged over your mouth and face, and oozing from the wound on your side, despite the two hands you have pressed against the gaping slash.

"Don't scream," you say. You clear your throat, looking right, then left, then over your shoulders. Without speaking, you lean in and curl your top lip up.

"Oh," Parker breathes, because in your mouth sits two lethally sharp fangs.

"I need help," you beg weakly. "I'm... I'm so sorry. It wasn't meant to be like this."

Parker can't look at anything but those fangs. People don't have fangs. Their teeth are normal. Fangs mean... they mean...

You grab Parker with a bloody hand, fingers digging into her arms, nails no-doubt cutting through her tender flesh. If your nails can do that, Parker wonders the type of damage you could inflict from just a bite.

She shakes her head, "You're a..."

"I know," you lick your lips. "But I'm gonna be dead if you don't close this wound. Parker, I know you're a doctor, I need–"

"I'm a human doctor," Parker says numbly.

"It's more or less the same. I promise I don't bite." You shrug as much as your body lets you, smiling, "But if you ask nicely, I think I can make it happen."

Parker grabs you by the front of the shirt and pulls you inside.

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HI RIRI GYAL!! I want to send a little something for the ball ask game (hehe balls).

Let’s do… 🪩 wish fulfillment / secret fantasy with Samira Mohan :p

niiiic baby i hope you enjoy

🪩 wish fulfillment / secret fantasy with Samira Mohan

cw - free use, edging

send me a request

"You sure?" you ask, brows furrowed. Samira has always been a bit more reserved in the bedroom but it looks like your efforts to get her out of her shell have worked.

She nods at you, "I trust you."

The next morning begins with you rolling over to grab your vibrator and the newest addition to your toy collection from the drawer and slot in behind your still sleeping girlfriend. She's deep asleep as you kiss her shoulder, reaching around her body to palm at her breast. Samira's always been a deep sleeper so it takes a while for her to stir, stretching her legs as she starts to respond to your touch.

"Good morning," you say with a kiss, grabbing the vibrator from beside you and pressing it in between her legs, "You ready for today."

"Mhm," she nods, gasping out when the vibrations hit her body.

You let her thrust her hips, running your nose along the shell of her ear. You keep , "Gonna have so much fun with you today, pretty."

Just as she's reaching her crest you kill the vibrator, ripping it away from her aching pussy. She whines, kicking out with her feet.

"Isn't this what you wanted, baby?" you laugh, getting out of the bed with a stretch, "Come lets go eat breakfast."

You're sitting next to Samira, both of you picking at the omellettes on your plates while she tells you about her week. You hook your foot in the legs of the barstool and pull her closer to you.

"And so I…What are you doing?"

"Nothing, baby," you slip your hand between her legs, "Keep going, Mira. I'm listening."

"And so I," your hand creeps upward, moaning at her still dripping folds. Your fingers glide through with no resistance, letting you slip one finger in her entrance, "I-I. I don't remember what I was saying."

"Your patient tested positive for pregnancy despite never having sex…" you bring the heel of your hand up to her clit, letting her grind on it, "and then what? was it a Jane the Virgin situation"

"And then…" her eyes shut, "I can't remember."

"Shame," you hum, pulling your hand away, "Would've kept going if you could remember."

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"Stop," you say, not looking up from your phone. Samira whines as her hips stutter to a halt, "What do you think about this one?"

She's naked, mounted on one of your shared pillows, chest heaving as she works herself closer to her orgasm. Only for you to rip it away from her every time.

She squints at your screen, "What is it?"

"Chastity belt," you say, adding it to cart, "Comes with a key so I can make sure you don't have any wandering fingers next time we do this?"