#⸻ charlie hastings : thread .

[invcntions]

— INVCNTIONS. indie, semi - selective ( and all over the place activity ) multi - muse rp blog. penned by casey, 27, she / her, gmt.

guidelines. wanted plots. muses. wanted opposites. starters.

psa: i've been on tumblr on and off for forever, 10+ years, and i truly mean it when i say things are chilled. drop threads, have hundreds of threads, yell with me till the early hours, send 500 memes. it's literally all good and encouraged.

up to date MUSES under the cut

finn (finley spencer-hastings), medical student, homosexual - fc: nick robinson nate (nathaniel carrington), motel receptionist, pansexual - fc: aron piper ryder (andrew ‘ryder’ ellion), customer relations executive in his family business, pansexual - fc: thomas doherty  sasha (sasha jane jones), barista and college student, fashion major, homosexual (closeted)- fc: chase sui wonders jaiden (jaiden walker), tattoo artist, pansexual - fc: archie renaux  koa (koa connors), bartender, pansexual - fc: thomas weatherall vance (vance do luca), family leads a branch of an organized crime syndicate, pansexual - fc: adman dimarco lincoln (lincoln chandler), card-counter, gambler and occasional con-man, bisexual - fc: chase stokes archie (archibald hart), environmental activist and barista, pansexual - fc: rudy pankow banks (banks donovan) , heir to a luxury jewelry empire, homosexual - fc: mike faist lucas (lucas bradshaw), criminal defense lawyer, bisexual - fc: lucien laviscount charlie (charles arlington), detective, homosexual - fc: matt bomber caleb (caleb callaway), private investigator, vampire (verse dependent), homosexual - fc: adam brody juke (juke prescott)  -  bartender, vampire (verse dependent), bisexual- fc: drew starkey ada (ada harris), graphic designer, vampire (verse dependent), homosexual - fc: ashley moore

TEST MUSES

leo (leo price) - f1 driver, pansexual - fc: josh o'connor orlando (orlando montgomery) - gang leader, bisexual - fc: glen powell radi (radi fischer) - gang member/underground boxer, bisexual - fc: emilio sakraya oscar (oscar nilsson) - pansexual - fc: adrian öjvindsson cooper (cooper prescott) - freelance journalist/vampire hunter (verse dependent), bisexual - fc: callum turner ashton (ashton prescott) - programmer, addict, pansexual, fc: jack lowden

[no-weapons-snippets]

Obtain.

To obtain something is to gain or get it usually by planned action or effort, as opposed to chance, purchase, or another method.

------

Okay, the challenge here is daylight.

Sure, it's easy to do what I've got to do in the night. Ninja-mode.

But where's the fun in that? Sneaking through the coldness of each aluminum tunnel, left and right, sliding down and climbing up all while attempting to be sly as a fox.

One mistake and I'm d o n e.

I've studied every inch of the blueprint. I know every nook and cranny of this place, there's absolutely no-fuckin'-way I can mess this up!!

Alas, I'm staring down and out through the metallic curtains at the target. The vent brings ice up my spine, prickling the flesh beneath my shirt. Goosebumps.

Fuck! I hate the cold.

Lifting the vent without a peep and sliding the crate with enough room to achieve my goals. Slowly lowering a coin threaded on a very fine wire, accurately placing it down onto the box, and within a few seconds, a sneaky little paw captures the pawn! With the coin trapped, I'm now able to slowly obtain the target!

I grin like a mischievous little child until I hear her scream, "SHE'S GOT THE BOX!" Before they can even-fuckin'-blink, I grab the gun. BANG! BANG! BANG!

All three of them: D E A D.

I glare at them, smothered in paint and the CO2 smoking from my gun.

In haste, I pull the box up to my grasp. "I WIN BITCHESSSS!"

I couldn't help but gloat. My first win. Charlie, Nala, and Calaeno don't even know what they're creating out of me...

| Victoria LaRain. |

[moltementi]

moltementi asked: “Don’t touch that, it’s blood." - Shaun to Charlie. Because he may have just taken down a Templar... @coming-xf-age

Charlie’s face twists in disgust, and he takes several steps back as if the blood had dared to leap out at him.

“Nasty,” he mutters, taking out his napkin and glancing over at Shaun. “Not yours, though, I presume?” Extra trouble was, of course, never welcome. Charlie liked to keep his surroundings clean, thank you very much.

“Thankfully, no.” 

Shaun has already deactivated his shock-blade, and pulled his sleeve down to cover. “...normally I’d give you the run-about. Though this is the third time I’ve caught this man leering at you.” No, he doesn’t say anything about how or why he himself was constantly in Charlie’s periphery.

“...do you have an hour? Maybe two.”

[ofxscavengcrs]

.｡.:*☆ Alright, so, here we go, post-event starter call! Please give me something to do when I come off hiatus finally xD. Also, if you want to keep any event threads and stuff, please shoot me a message (I might also post whatever still have in my drafts once I return, so, that is that!)!

alice kingsleigh 

anakin solo 

bill denbrough 

bruno madrigal (unaware) 

calcifer (howls moving castle)

catra (she-ra)

celeste (animal crossing)

charlie weasley 

crowley (good omens)

daryl dixon 

elena gilbert (unaware) 

the eleventh doctor 

elsa 

faith lehane (buffy)

fluttershy (my little pony)

geralt of rivia 

gilgamesh (unaware) 

godric gryffindor 

grogu (star wars)

haku (spirited away)

harry potter 

lestat de lioncourt 

james t kirk (star trek)

jane ‘eleven’ hopper (stranger things)

jessie cook (the irregulars)

jilyan kari'ya (star wars oc)

johanna mason (hunger games)

jon snow (half-aware)

kara danvers 

lucifer morningstar 

marian hawke (dragon age)

mary macdonald 

melinda halliwell (charmed)

pamela isley/poison ivy 

percy jackson 

poe dameron 

queenie goldstein 

r2d2 

raven darkholme 

raya (raya and the last dragon)

rei hino (sailor moon)

sabrina spellman 

sally (nightmare before xmas)

sam winchester 

sidney prescott 

Scott McCall

spencer hastings 

tony stark 

jay (unaware)

marley rose (glee)

jon constantine (dc)

[vvakarians]

Speaking of smut have some snippets I wrote because I keep forgetting I can just share those lmao. These are all oc ships and all lf them are AU’s 😂 All of them either belong to me or my bf @crackedblackinc !

My skills at writing sm/ut are not 100% but you know what I sure did try with these lmao.

Pairings and stuff:

1. Ilarion Vadislov (mine, Russian they/them, wears too much pink) and Rin Hastings (he/him, English, tattooed sad man ) - Pacific Rim AU - Pretty Vanilla lmao

2. Father Charlie Robineau (mine, they/them, vampire, fake priest) and Mose McCullough (he/him, depressed cowboy, also vampire!) - MOTW AU - Vanilla also??

3. Bellamy Kaldwin (mine, he/him) and Hugo Truelove (he/him, too sweet for his own good) - Darkest Timeline AU (from our project, Melrose!)- Mentions of getting pregnant?? Vanilla lmao

4. This one is mostly a concept lmao I got so tired at the end, it was like..midnight RIP. - Hazel Coldbrook (they/he, aasimar, mine) + Charlie Robineau (they/them, drow, mine) + Maxime (he/him, aasimar) + Victory (he/him, eladrin) - D& D AU - Size Difference, Monster fuc/king sort of? one of the aasimar has a tentacle di/ck lol

Ilarion isn’t sure what made them move first. Maybe it was that deep sadness that permeates Rin’s handsome features, just goading them to give him something to smile about. Maybe it wasn’t that at all but the need for touch. The two of them having danced around the subject of crushes for a week now and every nerve under Ilarion’s skin is aflame. All they know is that Rin’s chapped lips crack further beneath their kiss —no matter how gentle they are— and they can taste blood on their tongue.

But he makes the softest whine under them, reaching through all of their pink curls to grasp their shoulder. And gods do they want to fuck him then. Have him feel the deep, incurable ache they feel threatening to pulverize their being. They want him to come apart calling out their name, messily and theirs.

“S-shit,” Rin curses under his breath, pinned to the dorm wall behind him, “Ilari— I—!”

They grind their hips down into his in response, getting a hot rush of excitement from his whine.

“I am going to fill you until you think of nothing else,” they growl, “You said you wanted distraction, yeah?”

“If I can’t walk tomorrow—.”

Ilarion cuts Rin off as they lick and nip along the shell of his ear, rolling their hips softer this time. Trying to tone it down, even for a moment. Would hate to scare him off.

“If you cannot walk, we will pretend sick and fuck some more. I will make love to you until you know you deserve that,” their tone becomes tender as they take a breath.

The response is music to Ilarion’s ears.

“Please.”

———

Charlie drags their index finger along their length, pretending. Imagining it’s their cowboy, who is still soaking or showering or— god they’re not sure anymore. All they know is that they couldn’t help themself.

Their hair is spread out around them in a halo of soft browns, the light from the lamp on the beside table casting shadows across their body as it arches into any touch at all. A soft moan escapes their throat that might be just a mite too loud, but Charlie doesn’t care. If they were human their pale skin would be slick with sweat and flushed deep crimson, but at the moment they chase any fragment of scenario.

Mose’s tongue, his mouth finally around them. Fingers spreading them wide and open so they can take him. Or maybe they’d be told not to touch anything and he’d fuck their mouth, smirking. Again there is a whine at the memory of him wearing that shit eating grin. Knowing he’s made them a shivering, whimpering mess.

“Mm, now ain’t that a pretty picture?” a deep, american southern accent sends a jolt up Charlie’s spine.

Standing there, half naked and smiling wickedly is their cowboy. Eyes following the slow stroke of Charlie’s finger as they shiver, everything off but their shirt and that white collar.

“I..I couldn’t stop thinkin’ bout you,” they gasp, unashamed but unsure if he actually wants to watch, “I..I can move it to—.”

“Nah, make some more of those pretty sounds for me darlin’.”

A slow, shuddering breath leaves Charlie as their hooded blue eyes watch Mose uncover himself, definitely beginning to harden. Rivulets of water run down his powerful thighs, catch his curly happy trail in the lantern light.

“Will you help me, *cher*?”

Practically a prayer and they know Mose can tell, even as he sways his toned hips their way. Damn this man for being so alluring. But instead of a sharp quip and no follow through, after so many years of wondering how it’d feel, Mose settles a calloused hand around them. It’s enough to send Charlie into a twitch and a cry wrenches itself from their mouth. It’s almost enough to distraft them from the deep tone next to their ear.

“It would be my pleasure.”

—

A month has passed since Bell has had time to tend to his ache. Between helping Hazel plan his proposal and playing various concerts for festivals he’s just had no alone time. It didn’t help his blood struck him in the middle of it, though it was a slight relief he was not yet carrying. Even with all the cramps and feeling sick. But now, curled up in Hugo’s lap as he reads to him—all he can think about is making love. Being filled and satisfied.

He blames a combination of hormones and reading too many of those awful romance novels he keeps checking out. Yves always manages to get him the filthiest ones. It’s like he knows, the bastard.

With a burning heat in his freckled cheeks, Bell looks up as Hugo turns a page. Those fingers lingering on the paper, large and soft. His hands are large, good for keeping his hips in place. A memory flits behind Bell’s golden brown eyes; ghosts of Hugo’s hands spreading his legs and a fingertip teasing his entrance. Then pressing a perfect, thick finger deep within him. How many times had Hugo made him finish that night? Bell thinks he lost count at three. It was important to have him loose and ready if they were to concieve, but he just kept reaching that edge. And his husband gently pushed him off each time.

“Doing alright? You a little red, are you too warm?”

Hugo’s voice cuts through Bell’s daydream and he tries to find it within himself not to look too embarrassed. But he desperately wants to be honest with him and feel those hands again. Making a mess of him, getting him ready.

“I..I want you so badly,” he sighs, and then feels as if he will burst from how needy he sounds. At least the silence isn’t too prolonged, as Hugo laughs softly and he bookmarks his page.

“Daydreaming again?”

His breath is warm against Bell’s ear, sending goose bumps all down the back of his neck. Gods, he needs something to fill him. Push him over that edge. Thankfully, Hugo knows just what he wants it seems. Cool palms spread his thighs, a hand slowly beginning to descend along Bell’s side. Kisses bloom along his jaw.

“You have such big hands,” he murmurs, titling his head to give Hugo better access. Quickly those kisses turn white hot, making Bell squirm and the most filthy sound falls from his lips.

——

There’s so much going on but Hazel doesn’t mind one bit. Kisses were shared, hips rolled, sounds made. It wasn’t until Victor ducked his head toward them that they were accutely aware of how much sound they all made. Then they were distracted by the hot, wriggling heat of Victory’s tongue. Lapping up all of the rose gold dripping between his thighs with reverence and adoration. As if he had tasted nothing better in the universe. Flashes of blue as he stained his mouth more.

Just as he tries to catch his breath and settle into a rhythm, Victory pulls away. But before he can whine and reach for him, Charlie’s slender fingers began working him open. A dream come true, he does writhe on the large bed and is gifted by a soft chuckle he knows too well. As a wave of heat and tightly coiled pleasure wash over him, Hazel glances over at his husband. Maxime has Victor bent over, large hands keep him spread as he fucks him. Drips of blue begin to smear on the sheets below, and there’s a slight bump in Victor’s stomach every time Maxime finishes a thrust.

“He’s so big..!”

Both Hazel and Charlie laugh, the former nodding. A thread of fire twisting delightfully in his stomach, remembering when Maxime filled him for the first time. He ached and stretched, taking all of him and his ridges.

“None of us will be walking for a while I think.”

[kolasihq]

Here are the random pairings for the event! Please remember that threads begin tomorrow at noon and can run through next week. You are able to pick the location and who brought/bid on the basket. If you muse is listed and they should not be, please contact the main as soon as possible!

Ramon Martinez & Lainey Washington

Aiden Parker & Hayley Huffred

Mia Reid & Calliope Hastings

Charlie Chae & Cherry Thompson

Imani Darbandi & Paige Whitaker

Winter Evans & Carter Penn

Rebecca Forbes & Nicholas Klee

Salomé De La Rose & Kiara Clark

Preston Burke & Hunter Huffred

Erin Bitfield & Amelie Brooks

Nijiko Kato & Ezra Rhee

Sienna Levesque & Salem Hwang

Nora Al Fasil & Alex Newman

Lysa Taylor & Maisie St. Clair

Sophia Martinez & Tracy Lance

Kodey Holloway & Chrysan Choi

Saskia Daly & Summer Evans

Esmée Dogan & Milena Lazaro

Wednesday Davenport & Jayden Pierce

Christian Mullins & Clémentine Fraser

Lydia Thomas & Cameron Correia

Jeremy Balfour & Jenna Brady

Chunhua ‘Spring’ Liang & Kiri Samuels

Harper Grant & Lucy Luck

Anna Carpenter & Joanne Hunt

[morganaspendragonss]

The Definition of Joy

SPN Prompt Challenge Prompt: Joy Pairing: Charlie/Jo Word count: 1245 Tags: Implied sex, first meeting, flirting, fluff, quick romance, fluff

Note: Set in the middle of Season 2, after 2x06 ‘No Exit’, when Jo is hunting alone

read on fanfiction.net

A lot of things in life made Charlie happy; computers, gaming, The Hobbit (although that one was tinged with bittersweet memories of her mom). But happy is a loose term, especially for an orphaned teenaged hacker on the run, and she hadn’t found anything yet that made her feel pure joy. Sometime during October 2006 she found herself in the only bar in some no-name backwater town where no one knew her and everyone avoided her. It was perfect, really it was. She could start a new life with no strings attached. Maybe even settle down, find a nice girl, get a life outside of fiction. It was probably a hopeless dream but it was nice to have something to hold on to.

A young blonde girl about Charlie’s age plonked herself down on the stool next to her. The girl had mud streaked on her clothes and she had a bloody cut down her cheek but she didn’t seem to care as she coolly ordered a drink and shot Charlie an appraising glance. “Are you just gonna stare all day or can I get you a drink?” she drawled. Charlie flushed, realising she had been staring at the other girl since she had walked in. “Just a soda please,” she mumbled, fixing her eyes firmly on the floor. The blonde ordered then swivelled in her seat to face Charlie, sticking out her hand. “Jo Harvelle.” Charlie hesitated before reaching out and grasping Jo’s hand. “Charlie Bradbury.” “Nice to meet you Charlie. So,” Jo’s voice dropped, sending shivers down Charlie’s spine. “You come here often?” Charlie laughed. “No. I’m just… looking I guess.” “For what?” “I don’t know.” The conversation petered out and the two sat in an awkward silence, sipping their drinks. Charlie cursed herself; usually she was much smoother around girls and now she had finally found one interested in her and all she could do was stare. Perfect.   “So… What brings you here?” She winced. Really Charlie? Jo shrugged. “Just a job.” Charlie’s eyes shot up as she took in Jo’s bedraggled appearance. “Must be one hell of a job,” she remarked, gesturing to the cut on the other girl’s cheek. Jo laughed and her brown eyes lit up with amusement. “That’s one word for it,” she commented dryly. “I know First Aid. I could help you with that if you wanted?” Charlie offered hesitantly. Jo smiled suggestively and cocked an eyebrow. “Are you asking me to go home with a girl I barely know in a shady town I’ve never been to before?” “Yes!” Charlie blurted out. “I mean no! I mean-” Jo reached out and laid a finger on Charlie’s lips. Her breath tickled Charlie’s cheek as she leant forward and her blonde hair caught the sunlight, turning it to gold threads. Her pink lips curved beautifully in a smirk. “It’s okay,” she whispered. “Let’s go.” Jo whistled appreciatively as they walked into Charlie’s rented apartment. “Nice place. You know, I was planning to crash at the motel down the road, but this is much more preferable.” Charlie blushed and shuffled awkwardly. “It’s nothing special,” she murmured. “Well, I like it.” Jo strode over to the bed and dropped onto it, watching Charlie amusedly. “Are we gonna get this show on the road?” she said, pointing to her cheek. “Right! Yes! I’ll just, um, I’ll go grab the kit.” Charlie stumbled in her haste and banged into the table, knocking over the lamp. She winced and flushed deeply. “Be right back!” she called, practically running into the bathroom. She slammed the door shut and leant on the sink, staring at her face in the mirror. “Alright Charlie, you can do this. You’ve done this a millions times before. Don’t blow it.” Straightening up, she slipped the First Aid kit off the shelf and smiled confidently. Jo was turning a tattered old book over in her hands when Charlie exited the bathroom. She cleared her throat nervously and waved the kit in the air. “Found it! It’s only the basics, but it should be enough.” “Great. Tolkien fan, huh?” Jo asked, holding The Hobbit up. Charlie walked over and sat down next to her on the bed. “Yeah. My mom used to read it to me as a kid before she-” She stopped suddenly, realising Jo probably wouldn’t want to hear about her ‘tragic past’. She coughed and grabbed some antiseptic, dabbing at the gash. “Anyway, let’s get you cleaned up. I think I have some clothes you could borrow if you wanted. Hope you don’t mind slogan shirts, that’s pretty much all I have-” “My dad used to read it too,” Jo whispered. Charlie stopped what she was doing and looked up in shock. Jo’s eyes glimmered with unshed tears and her gaze was faraway. Charlie hesitated, then reached out and took Jo’s small hand. “What happened to him?” she asked. Jo remained silent and Charlie realised that the other girl might not want to talk about it. “I’m sorry. It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me.” Another beat passed then Jo’s hand tightened in Charlie’s and she began to speak. “I was just a kid. My dad, he was out on a job with his partner and the other guy messed up. I don’t know exactly what happened but my dad ended up dead. My mom was really cut up about it but she still managed to raise me and run her bar. We never saw the other guy again.” Jo’s voice broke and her shoulders began she shake as she cried. “Oh, Jo. I’m so sorry.” “Don’t be,” she sniffed. “It was years ago.” “That’s not what I mean. See, when I was twelve I got scared at a sleepover and called my parents to pick me up. They were hit by a drunk driver and my dad died. My mom’s still in hospital. I guess what I’m trying to say is that I understand what you’re going through and if you want to talk, I’m here.” Charlie felt Jo shift next to her and then a thumb was brushing away tears she hadn’t realised she’d shed. Their faces were inches from each other, so close that they were sharing the air. Charlie unconsciously leant forward and then her lips were on Jo’s, blood and tears mingling together but she didn’t care and- Jo pulled away with a gasp, shock written on her face. Charlie stood up and hastily backed away. “I- I’m so sorry,” she stammered. “I’ll just, um… I- I’ll-” Charlie hadn’t seen her move, but suddenly Jo’s hands were on her face, drawing her in and pulling her back to the bed. The two fell onto the soft mattress in a tangle of limbs, lips crashing together hot and fast, hands exploring every inch of the other. Their breaths came in harsh pants and – yes – Charlie knew was true happiness felt like. The morning sun streaming in through the window woke Charlie the next morning. Her hair was intertwined with Jo’s in a burst of red and gold and they lay safe in each other’s arms. Charlie leant over and kissed Jo softly, grinning as the other girl’s eyes fluttered open. “Morning,” she whispered. Jo smiled and reached to pull Charlie in again. “I think I’ve found what I’m looking for,” Charlie murmured against Jo’s mouth. “Yeah? What’s that?” Charlie wrapped her arms around Jo and let out a sigh of contentment. “You.”