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Denis Shaw Season: Danger Man - Are You Going to be More Permanent? and Conclusions

I started this series of posts on actor Denis Shaw's TV roles with his role in The Prisoner and end it with his role in The Prisoner's predecessor, Danger Man.

Are You Going to be More Permanent? is an episode which has a strange effect on me because it both bores me witless and also intrigues me.

It bores me for the completely personal reason that it is, to me, a pure example of what we might call a spy procedural and although the solution is dependent on Drake's charm this makes it a bit procedure-driven for me. I'm not sure that that genre actually exists, but I hope to start a new trend. The plot is a rather thin one, and it is essentially that Drake goes to Geneva as the controller of M9 to find out what has happened to the last two controllers. The three M9 agents in Geneva are suspects for whatever has happened to the controllers.

I have looked online and strangely can find no suggestion that this episode of Danger Man is echoed in The Prisoner episode A, B and C. Of course you may say that the only similarities are that there are three suspects and the world of espionage is involved, but that's exactly the sort of tie that makes connections between Danger Man and The Prisoner. There is also the presence of Denis Shaw, who has we have seen, reappeared in The Prisoner as the shopkeeper.

Here he plays a member of the world's least-regulated profession, namely an estate agent, and I have to say the role suits him down to the ground. Shaw gives exactly the right impression of a dodgy salesman trying to get the customer to rent a complete pup. He says that the house has been empty for six months but it's a place where you can really breathe and he points out the mahogany bannisters. Of course if he was any good he would tell the owner to get the whole place decorated and weed the wildly overgrown garden, but instead must either think his charm can get the run down place let or he just doesn't care. We've all come across an estate agent like that or two!

Conclusions

Having always avoided talking about the actors while I have been blogging, this series of posts is the first time I have changed tack to focus on one of the actors instead, and it's been an interesting experience.

One aspect of this has been that Shaw tends to play relatively minor roles and going through his TV roles has made me focus on the nature of these roles. They all tend to be rather unpleasant characters, which given that he was known as the rudest man in London, makes me wonder whether he was character acting!

I have been surprised at some of the relatively rare shows I have managed to watch for this, and impressed at how much of his work exists on published sources and the internet, given that the latter part of his career coincided with the peak of junking television. One of the more interesting parts of this experiment for me has been to make me watch shows I wouldn't otherwise watch, which I have appreciated. My only sorrow is that I would estimate I have blogged about less than half his TV work and the majority of the rest no longer survives. I have not touched any of his film work, since it's beyond the scope of this blog.

My other sorrow is that I don't feel I know Denis Shaw as a man or an actor any better at the end of this series of posts, and with the bare facts of his life and personality I could have guessed the nature of his television career. Again this may be explained by the small parts he tends to play.

This has been an experiment in blogging that I have definitely enjoyed and appreciated. I have a shortlist of other possible candidates for this treatment in the future now that I've discovered I can do it. Otherwise I suspect I'll go back to not talking about the actors in my normal blog posts, though, because I haven't changed my mind that if you're thinking about the actor they're distracting from the role!

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W A T C H I N G

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🔥 Original 🔥

Fuck me this is a sensational promo video. I feel like 21 is coming when this shit lands. Barry Keoghan, pictured below with Luke Shaw (be less injured you bell) starred in this new promo campaign for United's trefoil-emblazoned third shirt for the 2024/25 season.

The video features lots of nods to United heritage and moments in the form of Amad's booking, the lads on the wall, Bryan Robson chatting with Kobbie, Jaap Stam the big Dutch (lines)man, the fluffed "Garnacho" bicycle kick, Gabby George, Angry Ginge, Frank Stapleton and Denis Irwin watching on... top stuff.

Plus, track jacket featured below is an absolute smokeshow. Fucking unreal levels of drip and class. I will be buying that - and a personalised version of the short-sleeve goalkeeper kit. Black and white, minimal tinkering? CLEAN. Gimme. I don't even play in goal.

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The Birthday Party, William Friedkin (1968)

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Reasons to dance all night

A review of 'My Fair Lady' directed by Steven Stead and performing at Teatro, Montecasino, until 2 March 2025.

ACROSS a crowded room, Freddy and Eliza meet. From left Colonel Pickering (Graham Hopkins), Prof Higgins (Craig Urbani), Eliza Doolittle (Leah Mari), Mrs Higgins (Adrienne Pearce), a servant (Lusibalwethu Sesanti), Mrs Eynsford-Hill (Namhla Tshuka) and Freddy Eynsford-Hill (Sandi Dlangalala). Photograph courtesy Montecasino. SHE’S A POOR little flower seller, her thick Cockney accent endemic to…

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Books On Books Collection - Carol Barton

Land Forms and Air Currents (2014) Land Forms and Air Currents (2014) Carol Barton Leporello (with 11 pop-ups) fixed to inside cover of case, cloth over board, debossed with fitted, pastedown artwork on front cover and spine. Cover: H292 x W192 x D50 mm. Leporello: H275 x W175 mm. 37 panels. Edition of 25, of which this is #21. Acquired from the artist, 27 October 2023. Photos: Books On Books…

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Headcanon: That's My Nickname for Her

❧ Characters: Russell Shaw, Dean Winchester, Beau Arlen, Soldier Boy/Ben, Mark Meachum and Boaz Priestly

❧ Scenario: Nickname for you

❧ Pairings: Russell Shaw x Reader, Dean Winchester x Reader, Beau Arlen x Reader, Soldier Boy/Ben x Reader, Mark Meachum x Reader, Boaz Priestly x Reader

Russell Shaw

You okay, princess?

The first time he called you princess, you hated it. When Colter introduced the two of you, he was taunted you. The smug smile as he spoke, seeing the way it got under your skin. It drove you insane.

Every now and then, he would say it again.

What do you think, princess?

Well aren't you full of surprises, princess.

Why don't you let us handle this, princess?

You tried not to react to him, opposed to giving him the satisfaction, but it was becoming a reflex now. Your eye would twitch whenever he uttered it, his smirk growing bigger each time.

The three of you were looking for a young woman who had gone missing. Possibly a crazed ex-boyfriend or a stalker? You decided to split up, when you got taken. He had crept up behind you covering your mouth with a chloroform soaked cloth so you couldn't scream.

You woke up tied to a pole in the basement of some house. In the corner of the room, you noticed the woman you were looking for slumped over covered in blood. Luckily, you could see her chest rising and falling. She was alive.

By the time the boys had found you, a few hours later, you already had a split lip, cracked ribs and bruises around your neck. Colter came in first rushing to check on the woman, taking her pulse to see if they were too late.

Russell followed shortly after, making a beeline for you. He gently lifted your head, with a softness you hadn't seen from him before. You couldn't help but lean into the warmth of his palm, closing your eyes in relief. "You okay, princess?"

It was like music to your ears. You let our a breathless laugh, nodding. He didn't believe you. Hell, you didn't even believe you.

His touch was gentle as he released you from your binds. You told him you could walk but that didn't stop him from picking you up in his arms. His chest vibrated as he chuckled, watching you snuggle into his body as he walked out the house. "Comfy, princess?"

"Don't ruin it, Shaw" you mumbled making him laugh harder.

Dean Winchester

Mornin' sweetheart

It was lucky to find love as a hunter. You considered yourself even luckier that you found it with Dean Winchester. He didn't think he deserved your love, believing he was a broken man but you assured him you were the glue to put him back together.

There was something about him from the moment you met. He would tease you that it was love at first sight for you, which you denied but you knew you were lying.

Nice to meet you, sweetheart.

Sent a shive down your spine. His low voice adding something special to the word. He saw your reaction, of course he did. You noticed a few weeks later, he only saved sweetheart for you.

A smile graced your lips as you watched him sleep next to you. It was pretty rare that you would wake up first considering he hardly sleeps. His face was peaceful. His brow wasn't furrowed, no scowl across him lips. Just peace.

Your eyes traced the freckles across his face like your own personal dot-to-dot. His plump pink lips slightly parted as he snored gently.

As if he could feel your gaze, he began to stir. His eyes flickering open slowly to adjust to the light. A soft smile when his gaze landed on you, beautiful and already awake.

"Mornin' sweetheart."

God, that one got you every time. That's why it was your favourite. His morning voice, gravelly and warm, seemed to make the word even sweeter. You swooned. Swooned hard. The two words were always followed by a soft chuckle when he saw your reaction.

This was your morning routine, and what a way to start the day.

Beau Arlen

What can I do for ya, darlin?

Jenny and Beau were in a meeting in his office when a knock on the door came. Beau glanced over at the door to see you. As soon as his eyes met yours, his whole demeanour changed. He went from the hardened Sheriff to a school boy with a crush. Even Jenny noticed his frown literally turn upside down at the mere sight of you. He nodded his head for you to come inside.

"What can I do for ya, darlin?" He turned in his office chair to face you. His full attention was on you. You handed him the files for the case you were working on and quickly exited his office, not wanting to interrupt their meeting for too long.

Jenny would tease him relentlessly about his crush on you. He thought he was hiding it well but everyone knew. Everyone except you.

Beau would literally light up whenever he spotted you. He could be mid conversation, but as soon as his emerald eyes drifted away from to you, they knew he was a goner.

Jenny tried to convince you multiple times that he had a crush on you. "You're the only one he calls darlin'."

Since she told you, you couldn't miss it.

You good, darlin'?

Want a coffee, darlin'?

You started to realise that you loved the term of endearment. His Texas drawl added charm to the word. Sometimes, you would enter his office just to hear him say it.

One late night you were still working at your desk when he perched on the side of it, making you look up. Your doe eyes met his green ones. It was like you were seeing him properly for the first time. "It's late. Why don't you go get some rest, darlin'?" That's when it happened.

A tinge of a blush tinted your cheeks and he didn't miss it.

It seems like he wasn't the only one with a crush.

Soldier Boy

I know you want me, doll

Now that Soldier Boy was back in the spotlight after 40 years. He was provided a handler - you.

At first it was a nightmare, he wouldn't listen to anyone. He was America's first Supe and he could do what he wanted.

Over time, you were slowly able to break him down by appealing to Ben and not Soldier Boy. The two of you had developed some sort of weird friendship. Obviously, he would love to have more but you wanted to remain professional. You needed to remained professional.

Often times you would be sitting in your office going through your e-mails or creating his schedule, when he would barge in and collapse on the sofa.

He would complain about the other Supes: No one's as good as me, doll! Why do we need the rest of them?

He would complain about modern masculinity: What happened to being a man, doll?

He would complain about anything and everything. You didn't mind listening. You actually had a bit of sympathy for him. He hadn't been in the world for 40 years so this must have been a shock.

Today was no different.

You were at your desk responding to an e-mail for Soldier Boy to promote some kind of energy drink, when he walked in. As usual he slumped onto the padded cushions of the sofa, but something was different.

You sent the e-mail, turning your chair to face him. His head dropped back on the edge of the sofa, muttering lowly to himself.

Then he changed.

He slowly looked up at you through hooded eyes. A predator assessing his prey before he attacked.

You could feel goosebumps on your skin as he approached your desk. He stood in between your legs. One finger under your chin lifting it up to meet his gaze. "When are you going to give in?" His voice rumbled like he was purring. "I know you want me, doll. Just like I want you." His gaze dropped down to your lips, biting his in the process. "When that day comes, and it will, I'm going to ruin you. God, the things I'll do to you, doll." He whispered, taking a deep breath in.

Before he could continue, someone knocked on your office looking for him to take him to his next shoot. He smirked as you sat their speechless. Then he left.

Left you with your thoughts and the building heat between your legs.

Mark Meachum

Just give me something, gorgeous.

Mark wasn't the only one undercover at Palmdale Prison. You were there too as the prison nurse. The two of were coming at the inmates from two different angels. You were good cop and Mark was bad cop.

He was the inmate talking shit and busting balls. You were the sweet nurse offering an ear and a place of comfort. Obviously, some inmates tried to take advantage of that. You shut them down fast.

You were taking inventory and making notes when the guards brought Mark in... again. "Missed me, gorgeous?" That was his name for you. You would have found it flattering, if you weren't one of the only woman in a 40 mile radius.

A cut on his forehead bled down the side of his face, just missing his eye. You stepped between his legs to clean him up as he filled you in on his latest “findings.”

"Did you have to start a riot?"

"It wasn't a riot. Just one little fight." His excuse every time.

You hadn't missed his hands on your hips, where they usually fell. His thumbs stroking your white lab coat gently. It was his way of grounding himself and finding comfort whilst undercover. The two of you had been here for almost 9 months and it hadn't been easy.

Maybe the nickname was a way to bring normalcy into a tough job. You could see it was taking a toll on him, just like it was you. Any other inmate would try the same but when Mark said it, it felt right.

He winced in pain, bringing his hand to rub his forehead. You knew about his headaches, he was probably just stressed out or not sleeping well. You would ask about them but he would always brush it off. "Just give me something, gorgeous," and you did every time. Anything to help his pain.

Just a few minutes later a guard came back to take him back to his cell. "I'll see you later, gorgeous."

"See you later." You couldn't help the smile on your lips as he winked leaving your small office.

Boaz Priestly

Order up, babe

The Beach City Grill was slowing down after a mad lunch rush. Tish, Priestly, Jen and your had handled it like a well oiled machine. Tish would take the orders, Jen made the sandwiches, Priestly manned the grill and you prepared the orders to hand them to the customers. Piper offered to help, but you all insisted she keep working on the mural.

At last, it was finally the last order.

You were standing at the counter waiting for the sandwich to hand to the customer. "Order up, babe!" Priestly’s voice came from behind you, low and amused. One hand settled lightly on your hip while the other reached around to pass you the wrapped sandwich.

You handed the sandwich to the customer silently. The small touch from your boyfriend had made you flustered. His voice, the way he said babe, had you blushing like an idiot. Your cheeks were on fire, your brain reduced to mush.

Behind you, Priestly chuckled, clearly pleased with himself as he went back to the grill.

"All good babe?" He teased behind you.

He loved calling you babe. Not just for the way it made you melt, but because you were his.

Guys came in all the time and hit on you or Tish, thinking they had a shot. But they didn’t. Not even close.

You were his. And he loved it.

AN: Hope you liked it! I have a few more ideas for some of these but happy to take requests! Happy reading <3

No idea if this is headcanon or not, but I'm going with it.

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Cyclops, Masculinity, and the Hellfire Club

After Jean walks in on Emma's 'therapy session' with Scott, the two women have a long discussion in which he is not welcome. Scott deals with his feelings by getting drunk by himself at the Hellfire Club. People just will not leave him alone though, starting with this unnamed psychic dancer. She's presumably doing her job under the assumption that this is what men are here for. It's a normative and reasonable assumption, but Scott is pointedly uninterested in participating in this marker of masculinity.

The dancer's words remind us of Emma - telepathy, seduction, and a call to let loose - though there's markers of Jean there too, the wife he hasn't been able to communicate with. He rejects the whole thing as 'sexless and unarousing' instead of a 'no thanks, I'm not in the mood' or similar. Instead of rejecting Emma by proxy, my read is that he's rejecting the physicality of it, compared to the mind sex that's been going on. Also, Scott does a lot of 'calling the shots' - too much even. Exercising sexual, gendered power doesn't appeal to him.

This is nothing Scott hasn't been told before. I'm reminded of the butte sex incident specifically, where Phoenix urged him to 'get out of [his] head' so they could have sex. The dynamic and the power differential made the traditional gender roles hazy.

I think Scott agrees with the dancer here in some ways. He's been viewed as uptight his whole life and there's so many instances where Scott isn't the instigator of sex and intimacy. Here in the Hellfire Club with their regency cosplay the gender roles are super patriarchal. Scott rejects or tries to escape the expectations of traditional gender roles and the art reflects that - shifting from the male gaze to Scott's famous gaze. Interestingly we never see the dancer's face so we don't know who she's presenting as. It's Jean who has the significant association with black lingerie and red hair but it's Emma who's associated with BDSM.

Scott gives an awkward apology and explanation, doing his best to strip the illusions away. I can't help but feel like he's trying to convince himself that his complicated feelings for Emma aren't real but he's not doing a very good job. Why did he even come to the Hellfire Club? There's plenty of places to get drunk without running into people he knows or people that know him. He's wearing his X-Men jacket and his unique visor, not exactly incognito.

He completely avoids eye contact with the dancer and everything is tinted red, suggesting we're seeing everything through his POV. His gaze has a long association with angst and self doubt - I have to wonder how well he 'sees' the person he's making assumptions about. He's not exactly denying her personhood, but he's not especially interested in it either. It's ironic that he'd go to the one club that has a intimacy-free version of both his significant relationships with women at this point. One thing's for sure, he's not interested in performing masculinity, but he's in a space where he can't escape the expectation.

The faceless, nameless dancer eventually leaves. Scott's brief solitude is interrupted by a particular kind of toxic masculinity turned up to 11 - Sabertooth. He approaches from a dominant position in the ancient greek sense, from behind - while pointedly calling Scott 'boy.' He ignores this, and Sabertooth gets in really close to smell his drink, describing it as 'gay.' Deeply childish, but explicitly challenging Scott's masculinity. Creed accuses Scott of 'having issues' in a pretty egregious pot/kettle situation.

Scott responds, but simply by telling him to get out of his face. 'Seriously.' Creed switches to that other marker of masculinity - violence, or at least threats of it. Scott ignores that too, rejecting chest beating and puerile verbal sparring. Sebastian Shaw intervenes and orders Creed to leave Scott alone. Shaw has his own thoughts on exercising patriarchal power, but leaves when Scott isn't interested.

Scott is about to leave because 'his pride can't take it anymore.' He doesn't elaborate on this because he's accosted by probably the most prominent uber masculine person in his life - Logan. Logan accuses Scott of 'making the X-Men look like losers' and it's hard to read this as anything but a gendered challenge. He expands on Creed's judgment of Scott's choice of beverage by implying it's not 'real' (ly masculine) - slamming a bottle of Jack Daniels on the table. Scott's not interested in that either.

Logan doesn't really give Scott a choice, framing it in the context of a challenge. Denying that he's here to convince him to return to the X-Men, he tells Scott that Emma was murdered after he left. Leaving him to chew on that, Logan lays out the stakes of the challenge and departs for the urinal - that most bioessentialist of masculine spaces.

Making the subtext text, Creed follows him in for some insecure dick measuring. Rejecting any kind of serious discussion with an uncharacteristically cerebral Sabertooth, Logan issues violent threats and returns to Scott. It's got massive ex vibes in the best Creed/Logan homoerotic manchild way.

Scott finally opens up, discussing his relationship woes with Logan of all people. He shares how each of them makes him feel, explicitly tying the tension to the boy/man dichotomy. The 'pressure' and 'expectations' feel significant, something he should really talk to Jean about. Unfortunately he's got Logan instead, who's not especially interested in listening at all. He chimes in about Jean, of course, but he's here for tough love.

Scott ponders how anyone could think he'd shoot Emma. Above all he's not going back to the mansion and he's not drunk (or so he claims.) Logan, asshole that he is, suggests Scott should be grateful for what he has. 'You always get the best girls' which has got to be the worst possible thing to say (and super gross). Sure, he's having relationship troubles, but he's trying to figure out his emotions and his trauma. Logan frames this as 'all you do is whine' which is both not true and very rich coming from him.

I've never identified with Scott more than when he says 'I hate you.' Logan manages to make it all about himself, explicitly stating his jealousy. 'All I ever wanted was what you got' accusing him of throwing 'it all away to run wild with the White Queen.' He's right that Jean would like it if he came out of his shell, to a degree, but their problem is one of trauma and communication. Logan's possessive, reductive, and frankly ignorant diagnosis misses the forest for the trees. Scott's problems aren't his problems yet he gets the kind of advice one might expect from this hypermasculine space.

Further minimising Scott's issues, Logan shifts the conversation focus entirely to him. He outright says that Scott's problems are nothing compared to his and guilts him into helping assault The World to uncover Logan's past. He probably would have said yes if he just asked as a friend, but instead he kidnaps him when he passes out. Logan says he's 'trying hard' but doesn't finish the sentence before urging him to put aside his problems.

So instead of talking with his wife or getting to brood alone, Scott ends up hungover on a black ops mission. He got to verbalise some things he'd been keeping bottled up, but in a sense he was assaulted by masculinity and toxic expectations at every turn. Dude needs better friends. The narrative doesn't portray this as a positive thing - in fact it's pretty messed up. I wonder if he regrets going to the Hellfire Club.

Despite the superhero context, Grant Morrison does a swell job of portraying an AMAB person withdrawing from masculine-coded spaces and expectations, at least in my experience. Especially when you're friends with people like Logan, whose only mode is toxic hypermasculinity. I think if he was framed as being unequivocally right it'd be overpowering. Morrison's issues with writing women are on display, but overall this issue is powerful, especially for the time.

[holylulusworld]

A birthday dream (4)

Summary: It's your birthday and your harem gets bigger...

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Soldier Boy x Reader, Jensen Ackles x Reader, Beau Arlen x Reader, Russell Shaw x Reader

Side-Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader (same reader)

Warnings: language, implied smut, mentions of smut (oral/fingering/anal), fangirling, RPF

Catch up here: Another dream (3)

Dream a little dream… masterlist

“Shit…oh fuck,” you moan loud enough to draw attention toward your bedroom. Ben, Dean, and Jensen silently sneak toward the door, huffing as you are going at it with Beau again. “Harder…yes…right there.”

“She’s fucking that cowboy cop again,” Dean grumbles. He’s not a fan of your new addition.

While you, Sam, and Beau try to find a way to send Beau back into his world, Dean and Ben try to stay in your world, with you.

“Calm down,” Jensen shrugs. “It’s a phase. He’s new, and she didn’t ride his dick as often as mine.”

“Shut up!” Dean and Ben grunt in unison. “We hate sharing our woman. If you like sharing her with another dick, it’s your problem, not ours.”

Dean and Ben flinch when the headboard of your bed slams against the wall. Your moans and your lover’s groans grow louder with every thrust of his cock.

“She’s close, huh?” Beau asks while casually walking inside the living room with Sam. “Who’s the lucky one this time?”

Jensen, Dean, and Ben turn around like in slow motion to look at Beau and Sam. They gape at the two men and furrow their brows. 

“What?” Sam asks. 

“What are you doing out here?” Dean cocks his head to look Beau up and down. “Shouldn’t you be in there and press orgasm after orgasm out of Y/N?”

“I’d like that, but Sam asked me to help him with the books.” Beau looks at the books in his hands. “I licked her pussy this morning, though.”

Dean’s features darken. He squares his jaw and huffs. “I made her cum in the showers this morning. The first of many birthday gifts for our girl.”

“I fingered her until she squired while actor boy ruined her cute ass,” Ben smirks at Dean. They are still at each other’s throats most of the time. 

“Uh—I got cake and flowers for her,” Sam awkwardly looks at the cake and flowers in his hands. “A thank you for helping me leave the apartment.”

“You mean you fucked,” Soldier Boy cackles, but his smirk vanishes when you cry out a name they never heard before. Well, not all of them. Jensen ducks his head and averts Dean and Ben’s gaze.

“Wait…if Beau and Sam are here too…” Dean turns his head to look at Jensen, “Who’s in there fucking our girl?”

“Ahem…you see,” Jensen clears his throat. “I—I had this guest role in a series and… I’m afraid Y/N watched the episode last night and…things got out of hand…”

“You are telling me that you played another dude and now she’s fucking him?” Ben glares at Jensen. “We told you to inform us if you take a new role, Ackles.”

“Fuck, yes…Russell!” You cry out your newest lover’s name. “There…harder…fuck. You’re so thick.”

“I’m thick too,” Ben is done listening. He kicks the door open only to watch Russell slip out of your well-fucked cunt. “You!” He points at Russell. “Out of the room.” 

“Dude, relax. She wanted to have some fun,” Russell smirks, looking so much like Soldier Boy in that moment. You whimper, already imagining getting double-teamed by them. “How can I deny her?”

Ben ignores Russell completely. He squares his jaw and exhales sharply. “And you!” He points at you. “Down on your knees, mouth open. You will spend your birthday filled with cock. Preferable with mine.”

“Hey, she’s not yours only!” Dean storms into the room, already tugging at his flannel. “I will join the party.”

“Me too!” Jensen stumbles inside the room. 

“Oh, no!” Ben shakes his head. “You are the reason for the new guy.” He grins at Jensen. “You won’t get any for the time being.”

“Can I join?” Beau pokes his head inside the room. “Maybe just…watch or take care of her after you ruined her.”

“Mr. Cuddles is back. Great,” Dean sarcastically says. “Fine, get in here. You can have her after we are done punishing our slutty girl for dreaming of another man.”

You fake a sob. “But…but…Jensen wanted me to watch the episode. I tried so hard to focus on Colter, but Russell was right there. He looked so good, and I got…horny.”

“Look at our whore,” Ben taunts. “She can never have enough cock, huh?”

“So…if you are all done…” Russell walks back inside the room, a beer in his hands. He's still stark-naked but doesn't really care. He leans in the doorframe and sips his beer. “Can I have another round?”

“No!” All men grunt in unison. 

“Newbies wait for their turn,” Sam clarifies. “You can help me with the books…” He whispers. “Wait for your chance. She gets needy after a nap…”

“Sammy,” you pout. “That’s our secret!”

Dean quirks a brow. “Ya know, Sammy. For a man pretending to not wanting to fuck Y/N you are sniffing around her pussy all the time.”

“Dean! Don’t be so… crude!”

“Sammy,” you purr. “We both know you can get very crude when we are alone.” You smirk at the former hunter. “How about you all come inside, close the door and we celebrate my birthday the best way possible…”

“Fuck…yes…” They all say in unison. All men will be a lot to handle, but you will be damned if you don’t take the chance and have a piece of all of them.

It’s your birthday after all…

Part 5

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Denis Shaw Season: The Avengers - Requiem

Next in our series of shows in which actor Denis Shaw had a role we have this magnificent final-series Avengers episode, which I don't think I've ever blogged about. It happens to be one of my favourites so that was probably to keep it in reserve and not waste it.

The plot is that Miranda Loxton is the chief witness against Murder International, who are obviously rather inclined towards murdering people, so she has to be kept safe from them. The Ministry does this by secluding her with Steed in a secret place known only to Steed and some boyhood chums. Murder International try to discover this hiding place by setting up Tara King to think that Mother has been killed and it is imperative she draws on any mention Steed has made of his childhood den, so that the security services can get to Steed so that he can help with the assassination of Mother.

You have to love this episode, simply for the way Mother, in his run of peripatetic bases in this series, spends the entire episode drinking his way through Steed's drinks cabinet in his flat.

It's also the perfect vehicle for Denis Shaw, who of course plays one of the baddies, much more the sort of role he normally had and far from the amiable shopkeeper in The Prisoner. He actually repeatedly appears throughout the episode, and honestly the role is done in true Avengers style and made as theatrical as possible. His first appearance is when Tara drives off in Steed's car - he appears from under the convertible roof with a gun and tells her drive. Despite her (and us) presumably having already seen his face in the mirror in the next scene, when they arrive at their destination, Shaw has a stocking over his head like any other theatrical bank robber! Otherwise our attention is repeatedly drawn to a tattoo on the character's hand. All I can say is that Murder International can't have that many stooges because he then reappears as a nurse when Tara is also supposedly injured and in 'hospital' - she recognises him by the tattoo. Shaw's character is used to draw Tara's attention away from the rest of the baddies by making her think the other baddies he's working with are pukka.

As a vehicle for Shaw's acting and personality it's perfect. I see that in my introduction to this series of posts I blithely copied the biographical information I found online that he died suddenly at a relatively young age. One of the things which is very apparent in this appearance is how very overweight Shaw looks (he appears much more overweight than in The Prisoner) which would suggest that possibly his health wasn't that good.

I always try to be critical and it's very difficult with this episode, because the plot is essentially a straightforward double cross plot, played quite straight yet Avengerfied. I have seen some internet criticism that the only thing it needs is we need to see the criminal kingpin of Murder International so we have a baddie to focus on. In an attempt to find some possible criticism of my own on this episode I have literally wrung it out and have been reduced to saying that casting John Paul as a doctor is confusing and makes it look like Doomwatch. When you reflect that Doomwatch hadn't even started yet, it's clear how good this episode and what a hopeless criticism this is!

Excellent episode in itself, but Shaw fits right in with the Avengers ethos as a sinister servant of Murder International.

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redacted asmr hcs pt.8 - shaw pack edition

-milo and asher have had a super complicated handshake since high school (tried to teach it to david but he was not having it)

-milo and sweetheart are the type to bully kids on roblox 

-sam and darlin’ will start giggling to each other about literally nothing (milo and sweetheart as well) 

-sweetheart and milo insult and fight with each other all day (the first time the pack heard sweetheart call him a bitch and milo just laughed, they all freaked out because milo never takes insults from people) ((milo and sweetheart swing at each other even while sweetheart’s cloaked and they giggle the whole time)) (((milo: “don’t even try it, you brat. i’ll beat your ass”)))

-angel is one of the smartest in the pack (sometimes smarter than david in certain areas) ((during pack trivia they beat him for first place and he glared at them for all of ten seconds))

-angel gets progressively more irritable the more hungry or tired they are (like a toddler) and david points it out because he thinks it’s cute (angel: “can you like shut up? you’re starting to piss me off” david, smirking in amusement: “I think you’re just hungry” angel: “say that to me again and you lose your head”) 

-angel has anger issues (more like easily irritated) it just takes a lot for them to show it

-sometimes for date night, asher and baabe just put on comfy socks and clothes and make pillow forts to sit in while they watch crappy tv shows to giggle at

-milo and sweetheart are horribly possessive when it comes to anyone outside of the pack and sometimes even within the pack (not in a toxic way) ((milo: “touch them again and i’ll rip your hand off” / sweetheart: “unless you want your entire upper body to go invisible for the rest of the night, get your hands off of my mate”))

-asher spends the entire summer solstice pouting and whining into baabe’s chest while they rub his back and occasionally give him little massages where it hurts

-david covers angel’s face for them when they yawn in public (he also does it when they make questionable faces or if they start crying around other people, he’ll cover their face for them) ((he does it so often that angel doesn’t think to do those things on their own anymore when david’s not around)) 

-sam and darlin’ play the “that’s a body”/“that’s cheating” game with things they’ve very well done

-in shifter culture, wolves pressing their foreheads together is a very intimate but casual show of affection and it really means a lot when shifters do it to a non-shifter (most shaw wolves have done it to the non-shifter mates at this point) 

-darlin’ loves sam’s hands on their face (they close their eyes and lean heavily against him) 

-asher and baabe are literally johnny and mavis 

-darlin’ has learned to lean on sam (metaphorically and literally) they take the hand he offers when they need it to keep balance when with anyone else they would’ve denied it ((the wolf bois were understandably shocked))

-david hates straight black coffee but he insists on having it all the time. angel on the other hand proudly drinks their sugary milky coffee and david steals sips from it all the time (claims it tastes better coming from them so they don’t bother getting him their regular) 

-darlin’ cracks all the crackable bones in their body (back, fingers, neck, ankles etc.) and it drives sam insane because he can hear it so clearly

-when milo was younger, marie would run her finger between milo’s eyebrows and down his nose to remind him to relax whenever he made a face so he didn’t get a line on his forehead (she still does it and she does it to sweetheart as well) 

-david can tell when angel is in a bad mood within seconds, he can just feel it without even seeing them (he'll randomly text them "are you okay?" and they're like "how did you-")

-milo gets really cold on the summer solstice and sweetheart gets really hot (milo clings onto sweetheart the whole day and sweetheart let’s him no matter how sweaty and agitated they are) ((fanfic idea??))

-darlin’ gets mad when they’re bored 

-darlin’ is really really good at pretending things don’t hurt (physically or emotionally) 

-whenever david gets really angry at darlin', he starts acting like them (they are so siblings)

-david thrives off of knowing how flustered he makes angel with no effort (he looks into their eyes for a second too long and their face flushes/they smile nervously and turn away)

-angel being an angry jealous and asher being a pouty jealous (rarely) 

-despite being a wolf, asher sneezes like a kitten. david's sneezes are a nuclear bomb

-david and asher being childhood best friends, have had their fair share of arguments but one of the big ones was surprisingly, not during the period of gabe's death but almost immediately after they both got off their honeymoons. they had a pretty bad argument that milo and darlin' somehow got roped into (they weren't ganging up on one or two people really, it was a free for all) -the argument was bad but because they're all as close as they are, it wasn't tense afterwards

-david and milo bicker quite often, as do sam and sweetheart

[deangirlsstuff67]

He’s Kinda that Guy

Russell Shaw x Reader

Summary: Russell’s never been afraid to get messy. Who is he to deny a pretty girl the relief she needs to enjoy the day by his side.

Warnings: flirty Russel, p in v, unprotected sex, outdoor sex, fingering, dirty talk, period sex

Authors note: I love Jensen and his family. This is purely fiction and for entertainment purposes only.

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You met Russell six months ago when you were called in by Colter to help get information about his brother’s missing friend. Russell was charming, flirty, easy on the eyes, and completely annoying… yet somehow you fell for his charm and agreed to go for dinner after the 100th time he asked.

Six months later here you are. Walking through the forest after rescuing Colter from a government black site with your man by your side. The two were ahead of you bickering like brothers do. It would be funny if you weren’t fighting off world war three within your body.

Yesterday your period showed up and came in hot. The first couple days are always the worst. Pain shots through your body every few minutes making walking feel like a chore. Now that the excitement is over, your mind has nothing to focus on but the crippling cramps it’s decided to gift you with.

Ugh… fucking Mother Nature.

A few more minutes tick by when Russell realizes you aren’t right behind them. Stopped against a tree, doubled over trying to breathe through another wave of cramps.

Immediately thinking you’ve been hurt, he comes running over to make sure you’re okay.

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Laying a hand on your shoulders he begins to gentle rub the tension away.

This is why you fell for the green eyed beauty. The world sees a cocky, smart mouthed idiot who loves playing with fire. Meanwhile you know the truth, when he loves you Russell is the sweetest, most caring man on the planet. You’ll never go without and he will burn the world down to keep you safe.

Colter is a few steps behind and while you don’t get embarrassed easily, you’d rather he doesn’t know about the murder scene happening in your pants right now.

Quickly you look at Russell and simple tell him Mother Nature is kicking your ass. It takes him a couple seconds to comprehend what you’ve said before realization flashes in his irises and then darkens with desire.

Oh shit.

Colter stands tall and proud in front of you both now. Concern etched across his face. He’s always had a complicated relationship with his older brother, yet seeing him with you and knowing how he treats you has softened his heart towards Russell. You’ve always been like a little sister to him. Someone he cares for and wants to protect. One of the few women he has allowed to get close to him.

Russell speaks for you, you honestly couldn’t even if you tried because another wave of cramps has started and it’s worse than the last.

“She’s okay. Why don’t you continue on and I’ll get y/n outta here. She needs to talk to me about something.” It’s a lame excuse and you can see that Colter doesn’t believe it for a minute.

Damn these men and being able to read people.

“Yeah sure. Y/n you sure you’re okay?” He asks

“I’m good Colter. Just need a minute with Russ is all.”

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“Sweet heart what do you need me to do?” Russell’s voice breaks through the fog your body aches are causing. He’s adorable. There is nothing he can do for me and he knows it but here he is anyways trying to help.

I won the jackpot with Russell.

Looking up into his beautiful face I see the concern playing out on his features. Russell’s a man of action. Constantly trying to fix the problem even when it’s impossible, “baby there’s nothing you can do. We just have to keep walking and hopefully the exercise will help work them out of my body.”

You can tell he wants to argue. He knows there is something else he could be doing to help you. One that brings you both pleasure. You’ve yet to allow him the forbidden luxury of taking you on your period.

No ex boyfriend of yours has ever wanted to do that. They find it gross and messy. You assumed because of the past, all men were the same. What you didn’t know was that Russell like messy. His whole life has been dangerous and messy. Covered in blood became second nature to him due to his line of work.

The two of you continue your adventure through the tall pines and evergreens. If you weren’t in pain you’d be enjoying the view being deep in the forest brings, and your boyfriend’s wonderful ass provides.

Five minutes later you hit your knees whimpering when an aggressive cramp rattles your body, “that’s it darling, we are going to solve this problem right now.”

“Russell I can’t ask you to do that. Come on, we both know how gross that will be for you.”

“I literally get covered in blood for my job, do you really think yours would turn me off?”

What you didn’t know was that Russell was dying to sink his cock into your heat when you were like this for months now. After you told him that no other man has ever done it before, it made him feral. There isn’t a lot of firsts he can take from you with you both finding each other later on in life.

This is a first he wants to claim.

Your mind was made up when you had to focus on breathing through the pain yet again.

“Okay… ugh okay babe. You win, let’s do it.”

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Your back is going to be scratch to shit after you and Russell are done. As soon as you have him the green light he stalked towards you like a predator ready to jump his prey. Backing you into the closest tree as his eyes devour your entire being.

His lips touch yours in a soft, loving motion building the need in both of you. Sparks fly as his hands roam over every curve as they travel down your body towards the source of your pain.

“You sure darling?”

“No. But I trust you Russ.”

He’s hands travel into your black leggings stroking your pussy over your underwear. Even with everything in the way, your body floods with warmth as he entices moans from you.

His lips travel down your neck, nipping and licking as he goes.

“That’s is baby. Let go for me.” Harder and faster his fingers work you over. “You need to relax or it won’t work.”

Deep breathe in and you melt against the hard bark of the tree as you enjoy the pleasure your man is pulling from your body.

Just before your thrown over the edge of pure bliss Russell removes his fingers earning him an annoyed groan from you.

Laughing he quickly removes your pants and underwear. Pulling on the string of your tampon you hold your breath.

You can’t believe you’re doing this. In the middle of the forest none the less. As he pulls it from your body, you lock eyes with him only to see lust swimming in his emerald irises, “wanted to do this for so long baby girl.”

Looming over your shaking body he is quick to undo his jeans and push them just low enough to free his rock hard cock. Long, thick, and angry as it leaks pre cum, he lines himself up before slowly sinking into your waiting heat.

Holding you in his arms, your legs wrapped around his waist, he takes you slow and deep against the tree. Grunts and moans falling from both your lips as he reaches the spot no one else has been able to.

“God you’re perfect sweetheart.”

“Look at my sweet girl making a mess all over my cock… so fucking hot”

This shouldn’t be as sexy as it is. You shouldn’t be continuing to add moisture to his thrusting cock with every grunt that falls from your man’s sinful lips.

When the pain finally subsides you’re ready for more.

You need more.

“Russell Shaw… ugh… I need more baby,” having you beg for more is his undoing, the man unleashes his demons in you. Pistoling his hard length straight to your g-spot making you see stars.

Couple more thrusts and you can feel his cock twitching inside you, the dirty act you are both caught in has him on edge and he’s waiting for you to fall first. You snake your hand between your bodies and start playing with your clit.

“That’s it baby, make yourself cum all over my messy cock.”

Russell watches as you play with yourself as he fucks you. The act alone turns him feral as never before. He loves how dirty his woman is for him, how you completely get lost in the pleasure he provides you.

It’s his biggest turn on.

“Cum y/n. Cum for me baby.” That’s all you need. You lean your head against the tree trunk as your pussy clamps down around his cock.

Your walls flutter around him sending him over the edge three deep thrusts later. Buried deep inside you as he paints cum all over your inner walls. Panting and moans is all that can be heard between you both. Russell lays his forehead against yours whispering nothing but praise.

When he believes you can stand on your own, he gentle slides out of your well used pussy with a wet sound. Looking down he watches some of his cum leak from you. You’ll never know just how hot he finds that. His way of leaving his mark on you in a way no other man has ever had the pleasure of doing.

Another first he was able to take from you.

You look down to see the mess of blood and cum coating your man’s flaccid dick. Embarrassment reddens your cheeks as you take in the mess you’ve caused and Russell catches it. Chuckling softly he say, “don’t be embarrassed y/n, that was hands down the sexiest things I’ve ever done.” Then he gives you a passionate kiss before pulling away so you can both get dressed again.

“Feel better?”

A small smile plays on your lips as you respond, “yes babe.”

“Good. If you need pain relief again just come get me cause we are definitely doing that again.”

“You are a different kind of breed Russell Shaw.” You lean up on your tip toes to give him a loving kiss before beginning to walk again.

“What can I say sweetheart,” arm wrapped around yours whispering nothing shoulders as he holds you close, “I guess I’m kind of that guy.”

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[les-mushroom]

I personally adore the details about both Root and Shaw being really weird about any human interaction, especially about showing affection. Shaw hides it by never talking about it, by never displaying affection in traditional ways, by denying it. Root hides it by over-demonstrating it, by being too affectionate, so affectionate that it looks like she's joking or like it doesn't mean that much cause she has that playful attitude towards almost everyone. That's why their banter is so dear to me. Basically both of them are like "I love you but you didn't hear that from me and just nevermind" and I find it cute

[thewinterpoet2]

ROXANNE

Jake Peralta x Reader

In which the reader is a secret vocalist outside of work as a detective in the 99th precinct, Jake becomes suspicious which leads to feelings rising to the surface.

WARNINGS: Swearing, themes of crime, theft, interrogation.

Word count: 15,654

Y/N~ Your Name

L/N~ Last Name

The first time Jake started to become suspicious of Y/N was on a random Thursday in December.

It was nearing Christmas which meant crime in Brooklyn had reached a new level of stupid, leading every Detective and Beat Cop to internally curse every black Friday sale to hell for eternity.

The squad of the 99th Precinct tended to be divided around the holidays, Boyle sprung into action, in true Boyle fashion, buying ridiculously expensive gifts for, well, everyone.

Santiago spent countless hours writing Christmas cards, and for the fifth year in a row, apologised incessantly to an exhausted UPS driver as she reluctantly returned all her holiday gifts for Captain Holt.

Gina loved Christmas and celebrated, to some, in what would be a very unusual way. But in her defence, setting up a PO box for her fans, meant she could have a very cheap Christmas. Thrifty and entrepreneurial, that's Gina.

Whereas, some members of the squad weren't as keen on Christmas. We know how Jake feels about Thanksgiving and with no suprise, this translates to his views around Christmas, too.

Rosa Diaz, although she hides it very well, spends Christmas with her family every year. Now her sexuality was out in the open, the healing her family went through have led, thankfully, to a much closer relationship. Rosa would never say this out loud, but knowing that they're fighting in her corner, is the best gift she could have ever asked for.

Oh, but if you asked she'd definitely tell you to "Mind your own fucking business before I get involved in yours" and according to her, "you definitely don't want that, do you?"

Jake Peralta was a great detective but a tricky human being. To put it bluntly, Jake hated Christmas. He hated carols, trees, "little scary elves that show up everywhere", and most of all, romcoms. Jake despised hallmark romance films. Was it because he was single for the 8th Christmas in a row? Who could tell, but he'd certainly deny it if anyone had the courage to ask.

Y/N, was definitely the wildcard out of the squad, especially when it came to the holidays. She'd told every detective the same bullshit tale of how she was going back to England to see her family for the holidays, how her least favourite gift is socks, how more than anything she hates carolling. Because, jesus, no one wants to hear her sing!

Detective L/N was a liar, for many reasons. Yes she was from England but she actually didn't mind socks and the biggest lie of all, maybe she'd convinced the detectives they wouldn't want to hear her sing... But her bandmates and their followers definitely did.

See, Y/N wasn't just a Detective, she was a trained singer, performer and songwriter. After work she tended to dodge Shaw's to head to band practice or straight to a gig, not that anyone had figured that out of course.

Not yet anyway.

Tne first time Jake became suspicious of Y/N was on a random Thursday in December.

Jake and Y/N were in the middle of interrogating a perp, nothing too gruesome or inhumane, a couple counts of petty theft and something that would hopefully have led to a new lead about a future bank heist.

William Dobson was his name.

"Why do all these perps have such boring names, why isn't he called Franco Goldminer"

Peralta turned around, slamming an evidence file onto the nearest desk. Y/N looked unamused at the topic of conversation but not surprised, it was Jake after all.

"Because I'm pretty sure 'Franco Goldminer' is A) too obvious for a criminal B) kind of ironic and C) sounds like an idiot that still lives with his mum in his 30s"

Jake's eyes twinkled at her quick and easy retort, not that she'd have seen that of course.

"Nah I stand by it, he's got a dumb name"

Scoffing Y/N stopped reading the provided statement, sighing in conclusion, rubbing her face with her hands,

"So we've got nothing, Jesus."

Peralta let out a sigh of annoyance,

"L/N why don't you go talk to him, I'll watch and see if he opens up to you"

Giving a cheeky grin he continued,

"I would say you could try annoy him into talking but you basically do that anyway"

Slapping his shoulder Y/N walked straight back into interrogation, ignoring his laughter trailing behind her.

William looks up at Y/N, recognition dawning on his face.

Fuck, this wasn't good.

"So Dobson, recount the night of the 16th for me again, seems some details don't match up from the tapes-"

Mid sentence you're cut off,

"Do I know you from somewhere?"

Y/N made a sound of aggravation at being cut off

"Small world, lots of people. Anyway the footage shows a different time to the one you claim you-"

"Roxanne on 5th right?"

Shit, shit, SHIT. Y/N's blood ran cold at the name of the club she performs at, it's nice to meet fans, just not in the middle of an interrogation.

Fuck she had to play this off cool, nochelant, like nothing happened.

"I don't care about your personal life Dobson, you're here because you're a criminal. Distraction techniques won't work with me, I don't recall being your best friend, Sir"

Awesome she thought, professional and managed to get an insult in at the same time.

"aren't you in that ba-"

Slamming her file onto the table

"Jesus give it a rest you don't know me"

Y/N's voice came out high pitched, aggravated and very, well, unlike her. This was enough to peek Peralta's interest from behind the glass, this wasn't the Y/N he knew, his coworker who hated anything boring but rarely took risks.

Hands up in defeat, Dobson backs down and the interrogation continues as it was before, absolutely useless.

What Y/N didn't know is Peralta was on the other side of the glass, a puzzled expression on his face;

This was the day Jake Peralta made it his mission to investigate further.

"Who are you Y/N?" He mumbled.

A few weeks later, Jake stopped going to Shaws with the squad.

This in itself was confusing for his fellow detectives, Boyle was practically heartbroken thinking that he'd done something to scare his best friend off.

This led to Boyle doing everything he could to try and entice Jake to their bar, regardless of how weird it was.

Boyle is Boyle, he's very extra, but he's got such a big heart and that's all that mattered to Jake.

However, Charles' interference was only causing Jake more stress, his plan needed to be a secret to be able to make this work.

It was a Friday night, the day before New Year's Eve. Y/N had requested annual leave tomorrow, something that was rarely granted on holiday's (thanks again New York) Jake managed to find this much out from a single conversation with Gina, oh, and because the holiday schedule was on a public server but that seemed too easy.

If he wasn't suspicious before, he definitely was now, something was in the water and he simply had to know what was going on.

It's not like Jake was OBSESSED with Y/N, he just wanted to know her on a more personal level and she made that incredibly difficult.

"I like to keep myself to myself, work is work, home is home. Keep them separate"

Her beautiful voice repeated the devastating series of words more times than he'd have liked to have heard them. Never. None. No thanks.

He'd invited her to Shaw's so many times he'd lost count, he'd asked if she wanted to watch Die Hard at his apartment, he'd even asked if he could do more overtime so he could spend more time with her. In the 6 years he'd worked with her he'd made absolutely zero progress, it's hard to fancy someone that doesn't acknowledge your existence.

Jake thinks Y/N is perfect.

Plain and simple.

Starring at her, lost in thought. He thinks about her eyes, how he wishes one day she'd look at him with the same love and happiness he looked at her with. He wonders what their kids would look like, okay Jake that's a bit far you're sounding a bit like Charles, he internally scolds himself.

"JAKE" Y/N snapped her fingers to get his attention, a look that can only be described as concern adorning her features.

"Huh? Oh yes, yes. I agree, yes let's do that. Whatever it was you said" He rambled at the speed of light, pretending to have acknowledged the last 20 mins that don't exist in his mind.

A smirk grew on Y/N's face, something he barely saw but made him feel like the room just got 20 times hotter.

"Oh so you were listening, yeah? Fabulous, so we can go ahead and schedule the hip replacement..."

Jake's eyes grew wide, babbling out some incoherent nonsense he managed to find two words; "HIP REPLACEMENT?"

Y/N couldn't hold back anymore and cried with laughter, barely being able to form any words.

"I was talking to you about someone I booked using their need for a hip replacement as an excuse, I joked she could use yours" wiping away tears, Y/N's laughter dies down seeing his daze and confusion.

"Are you okay, Jake?" Starring him down, he does what he does best, panics.

"I have to go" Jake stands up bolts out the room at top speed, leaving a very concerned Y/N.

Y/N has always liked Jake, he's bubbly, silly, but cares so much about everyone in his life, he'd go above and beyond for anyone and that's something you can't buy. She has wanted to let him into her personal life for a while but mixing personal and professional has never worked in her favour so she stops herself from letting things get weird and complicated again. Life is as complicated as she makes it after all.

Tomorrow Y/N's band were performing at Roxanne again for their NYE party, she was debuting the title song of their new cover album. Y/N has always been such a huge Fleetwood Mac fan, so "Go Your Own Way" definitely made the cut, providing, Jamie and Simon (her bandmates) were okay with that of course. She was excited, finally time to let her hair down and shed any stress from work.

Jake, after running out at top speed, took to his phone, made a few calls and booked a table tomorrow night for nine people.

At Roxanne.

Jake, Charles, Rosa, Amy, Terry, Captain Holt, Gina, Sully and Hitchcock.

And Y/N had no idea.

Well, neither did anyone other than Jake. This was going to be interesting.

The morning of NYE came and Y/N was ecstatic, eating breakfast at lighting speed, grabbing a coffee, brushing her teeth and then heading to the subway, felt like seconds. You know what they say, time flies when you're having fun.

Y/N arrived at Roxanne at just gone 1pm and immediately hugged Jamie who gave a huge grin seeing her arrival.

"Hi baby! Don't you look a treat, you excited for later?"

Blushing and hitting his shoulder Y/N laughed at his brash complimenting.

"Yeah, yeah, save it Jame, where's your boyfriend? He better not be hiding, we're fucked without him"

"Right here gorgeous"

Y/N jumped and let out a sharp gasp seeing him right behind her.

"Don't scare me like that, dick!"

Laughing he pulled her into a hug.

"Ready to blow the world away with your pipes tonight angel?"

Laughing gently she said "As ready as I'll ever be, right let's practice idiots. Then we can grab some food before we have to change"

Y/N had her mind free from work and Jake, but for Jake, well that was another story.

To Jake this was a stakeout, he had no idea whether he'd find a Mafia organisation or nothing at all. He phoned up Roxanne to ask about the event but all they said was to "Check the damn website, it's not 1942 anymore" and the website hadn't been updated in months.

Jake was terrified.

An afternoon turned into the evening and soon Y/N was slipping on a red sequined dress, black knee high boots, two lace black gloves, smokey, dark makeup and her hair was in curls, ready to take to the stage.

Roxanne was bustling already and it had only just gone 8, she was on in 30 mins and this was their moment.

Warmed up and excited, adrenaline coursing through her veins, she jumped up and down to hype herself up, she had got this.

Jake on the other hand, was only just getting ready, nothing too extravagant just a classic shirt, no tie and a jacket, but a clean jacket so it counts, right? The table was booked for 9 and he had no idea what was going to happen or what would be uncovered.

5 minutes to their opening call, Jamie, Simon and Y/N were all hugging and hyping up each other, knowing this was going to be the performance of a lifetime.

The crowd are cheering already, the bar is stacked and there's no space in the room, the floor is filled to the brim full of people and the only remaining space is one singular table on the balcony of the club, a reserved sign sitting neatly in the center.

"LADIES, THEYDIES AND GENTLEMEN, TONIGHT WE TAKE YOU INTO THE NEW YEAR IN STYLE, YOU KNOW THEM, YOU LOVE THEM, IT'S 'CRIME ME A RIVER"

Running out onto the stage, the heat from the stage lights hit Y/N and then everything changed, her body felt warm and she'd never felt more comfortable. The first notes started of Go Your Own Way and she took a breath then started to sing.

Loving you

Isn't the right thing to do

How can I ever change things

That I feel?

The crowd scream at the sound of her voice, the sweet melody carrying through the entire club, out the doors, into the night.

If I could

Baby, I'd give you my world

How can I

When you won't take it from me?

Y/N can't help but think about Jake as she sings, music really is true to the heart and god what her heart wants more than anything is him.

You can go your own way

Go your own way

You can call it

Another lonely day

You can go your own way

Go your own way

Jake and the squad pull up to the club, Terry already confused about why they're at such a random location on NYE when they could be at Shaws or "somewhere that doesn't look straight out of the Rocky Horror Picture Show"

Squeezing through the crowd blocking the entrance to the club, Jake heard Amy gasp.

"Oh my god, Jake"

"No fucking way" Rosa chimed in.

"This is unexpected" Gina remarked.

"Terry did not see this coming" Terry exclaimed.

Tell me why

Everything turned around

Packing up

Shacking up is all you want to do

Looking at his shocked colleagues, Jake followed their eyeline to the stage, seeing Y/N he unconsciously held his breath. She looked out of this world, so out of character from the person he shares a desk space with, but at the same time, she'd never looked more, her. His heart beating faster than the beat of the music, he turned to look at the squad once more, seeing Rosa's smirk, Amy's disbelief, Terry's enjoyment, Boyle squealing like a child at Jake's reaction.

"Oh Jakey, I knew you liked her, I knew it, I can't wait to be best man at your wedding" Charles then carried on monologuing but it all drowned out to Jake who only heard Y/N, oh boy, could she sing.

If I could

Baby, I'd give you my world

Open up

Everything's waiting for you

During this moment he imagined Y/N was singing directly to him, his heart fluttered and in that moment he knew he had to tell Y/N, he just had to. Or he'd explode.

You can go your own way

Go your own way

You can call it

Another lonely day

You can go your own way

Go your own way

All the squad started pushing past the crowd to try and get as near to the stage as possible, ignoring their table completely (well apart from Hitchcock and Scully) cheering, dancing and having a great time. Enjoying every second.

On the last note of Y/N's performance she took a breath and basked in the screaming of the crowd.

"THANK YOU! MY NAME IS Y/N AND WE'RE HERE SO YOU CAN HAVE A GOOD TIME, DO WE WANT A GOOD TIME?"

Hearing a scream of "YES" she continued by saying "OKAY SO HERE'S OUR NEXT SONG, THIS ONE IS A BIT DIFFERENT, IT'S MORE OF A POWER BALLED, ARE WE READY?"

But before the first note could be sang Y/N made direct eye contact with Jake, who was fondly shaking his head in disbelief. She smiled widely and blushed a deep red.

She knew they'd talk after, and he did too. But for now she'd show how she loved him by showing him who she really was, Unapologetically and he loved nothing more.

AUTHORS NOTE: Hey guys! I hope you enjoy this fic, might do a part 2, if you want to be added to a taglist or if you want a part 2 full stop please let me know:) unedited so it's definitely not perfect haha. Enjoy!

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All Hallows Eve

Sienna Shaw x Wolverine!Reader

Request by @tokufighter

Halloween Special

The way she smiled. The way she looked at you. Her dark brunette hair. Her brown eyes that stared at you. It was something you couldn’t deny. You were one hundred percent in love with your best friend Sienna Shaw.

But you couldn’t tell her. You were a freak in the eyes of most people. You were the teenage offspring of James ‘Logan’ Howlett - the Wolverine.

You had to keep this side of you hidden. You had hoped it could remain that way.

You helped Sienna to assemble her Valkyrie costume. She looked like a true warrior goddess in your eyes.

The more animalistic side of you just wanted to just pull her close and kiss her. But you kept that side of you at bay.

“So what do you think?” She asked you with a nervous little smile gracing her lips.

“Heavenly” you remarked with a little Howlett side smile.

Sienna gave you a gentle blush and laugh, gently tucking a few strands of her hair behind her ear. She looked up at you, her eyes looking back and forth between your eyes and your lips. How desperately you wanted to kiss her in that moment.

“We uhh…should get to the party” you answered before walking away.

And then came the Art incident.any you knew were slaughtered. Sienna’s brother was kidnapped. You and your Valkyrie found yourselves against the wall.

“I can’t lose him!” She told you with tears in her eyes.

“Jonathan won’t die tonight” you pull your sleeves. You tried to keep it hidden but now was not the time. You popped your sleek metal claws out of your knuckles.

Sienna gasped but a little smile made its way across her lips. “hot” she replies.

Using your incredible sense of smell, you tracked down Art and Jonathan. You burst into the room, claws drawn.

Sienna’s Valkyrie sword began to glow. The two of you charged at the maniacal clown. The otherworldly clown tried to dodge your attacks but it was no use.

Your claws cut through his chainsaw. Your claws cut through his ax and knives. His attacks had no effect on you.

You lopped off an arm and then a leg. The clown, for probably the first time in its entire life, was terrified.

Sienna jumped in and lopped the clown’s head clean off. She buries her sword right through his chest and into the ground.

You gently approached your warrior goddess, her chest heaving and her eyes burning with tears.

“Sienna?” You asked. She immediately turned around and jumped into your arms, hugging you tight.

“Don’t let go of me. Please” she begged you.

“I’ll never let go” you hugged her back. Jonathan hugged both of you.

The police and medics were quick to the scene. You set a fire on the clown, burning him and the house to the ground. The sword remained buried deep through the clown and into the earth, making sure the clown would never reappear.

The medics tended to Jonathan and Sienna’s injuries. The police took your statements.

You walked up to your warrior goddess, you weren’t about to let another moment go by.

“Shaw?” You asked, getting her attention. “Are you alright?”

“Maybe.” She responded.

“I’m sorry you had to see…well…” you gestured to your knuckles.

“Are you kidding? Those claws are amazing! Is that what you were trying to tell me?”

“No…actually it has to do with…” you sigh. “We Howletts have never been much for words”

She gives you a gentle smile, her voice has a slight purr to it, “then let your actions speak for you”

You smile. You grab her by the lower back and pull her in. She wraps a leg around your waist, letting out a soft, seductive gasp. Her arms wrap around your neck.

“I love you Sienna” you whisper

“Show me” she replies with a smile. You mirror her smile.

You pull her in, caressing her face. You kiss her tenderly and yet at the same time years of longing burst forth.

She gripped the back of your head, kissing you repeatedly and happily. You pulled back just a little, only to grab a bit of oxygen.

“My warrior goddess. My Valkyrie” you whispered against her lips.

“My Wolverine” she answered back. You give her a playful little growl.

It would take awhile but you and Sienna would build a life together. One free of fear, free of the monsters in the dark.

You were just so glad you could build it with your warrior goddess.