#the gage charme works

[oldtvlover]

So, the Gage charme works again and for once, Johnny has to give his number away - much to Roy’s astonishment. Aw, poor man!

From theory to practice on a plane. Who would have thought? ;-)

[jo6hny]

Guilty Pleasure - Hazel Callahan

Pairing: College student! Hazel Callahan x College student! Reader 

Contains: fluff, kissing, something more than kissing, reader and hazel being referred to as a girl, drunk sylvie, reader and hazel are in a situationship (oh no), freddy fazbear and fnaf mention

Summary: Based on this request.

Word Count: 2.18K

A/N: long time no post omg. sorry, i got caught up with work :( !! but i’ll still be writing and fulfilling requests. it'll just be very slooooow. tysm for all the support!!

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The sound of keys jingling breaks the silence of the once silent and unoccupied dorm room. 

“That was sooo fuckin’ crazy” Sylvie says. Her words are slurred as she continues to yap about the party her, Hazel, and you were previously at. After having one too many drinks, the both of you decided to let the drunk girl crash over at yours and Hazel’s shared dorm room. 

“Alright buddy, let’s get you tucked into bed.” Hazel says, letting her best friend crash on her bed on the left side of the room. The distinction between your side and hers was clear as day. No one would mistake one for the other. Hazel’s had different kinds of band posters on her wall, funko pops on her shelves, and five nights at Freddy’s plushies on her dark sheeted bed. You, on the other hand, liked keeping things clean and minimal with cream colored sheets and one rabbit plushie. 

Tension arises between the two of you once Sylvie is tucked into bed. It is here that you both realize that one of you is without a place to sleep. It’s not like you wouldn’t mind sharing with Hazel if it were any other day, but you weren’t exactly on the best of terms right now. 

The two of you had gotten into an argument at the party after Hazel wasn’t sure what to introduce you as to people she knew. She couldn’t settle between friend, roommate, or almost but not quite a girlfriend. It made you feel ashamed, if you were being honest. You didn’t want to be in this situation. Not knowing what stood between the two of you. Though, you did admit that the both of you were living in a bubble. A sweet, non committal and casual bubble. No one knows what goes on between the two of you except, well, the both of you. So a part of you understood her hesitancy when she introduced you, but a part of you also wanted her to take the reins and just shout out what she wanted you to be. 

“So…” The brunette mumbled, balancing herself between her toes and the balls of her feet. 

“It’s not like we have a choice.” You said, sighing. You’d stepped out of the way as a gesture for her to get in your bed. 

Hazel’s demeanor lightened. She must have thought that you were over the incident at the party (you were not). The brunette changes into sleepwear before making herself comfortable on your bed. She’s done this hundreds of times before so there’s no shame or second thoughts in her body as she takes up the space she believes is hers. The space that was next to you.

You do the same as her and change into something more comfortable before slipping into bed beside her. Your body betrays your soured feelings as it relaxes when your skin meets hers. It was automatic nowadays, the feeling of relief that washed over you whenever you were near Hazel. The brunette faces you and drapes her arm around you as she always does. 

“You looked really pretty tonight.” Hazel whispered, not risking waking Sylvie up. The brunette was anything but asleep and you could tell by the tone of her voice. She was gaging your reaction. 

“Just tonight?” You reply teasing her. 

A smile spreads across your lover’s dimly lit face. If it weren’t for Hazel’s night light, the room would have been pitch black. Thank god for Freddy Fazbear the night light. 

“Always.” She reassures, a dimple poking out of her cheek. Hazel looked charming under the dim lights. Her eyes sparkled and her hair ever so soft. It was no wonder that you fell for her charms. The charms which compel you to bare your heart out despite the disappointments you’ve suffered, that is. 

A visible frown forms on your face as you recall once again why you two were at odds. Hazel sees this and her eyebrows furrow in worry. She takes the arm that was draped around you and relocates her hand towards your face to caress it. 

“I’m sorry.” Hazel says apologetically. You knew that she meant it. Hazel was rarely malicious and even if she was, it was always in a teasing manner. She was the most pure hearted person you’ve ever met, which is why you felt bad about what you did next. 

“About what?” You asked, teasing. It was rare that your lover is the one apologizing, most of the time it was you. Taking on this rare opportunity, you decide to egg Hazel’s conscience further. 

“You know…” She trails off, avoiding eye contact but maintaining her hand on your cheek. Her thumb was caressing your cheek in a windshield like manner which signified that she was fidgeting. 

Fighting off a smile, you put on your best frown and puppy dog eyes. You wondered how long it would take the brunette to realize that you were joking. Most of the time, the jokes flew over her head. She had a knack of not detecting sarcasm and you found it endearing. 

“I don’t know, Hazel.” You sigh, slightly shrugging of the hand on your cheek. The blue eyed girl was visibly getting frustrated by the second. Her eyebrows were furrowed and her big blue eyes were the roundest it had ever been. 

“I’m sorry for not telling people what we are.” She admitted. You held in a gasp, you didn’t expect her to admit her fault outright. You were expecting a much whinier version of the woman beside you but right now you were faced with a visibly apologetic lover. The thought made your heart ache. 

“Hazel,” You sighed, taking the hand on your cheek with your own. “It’s okay.” 

She shakes her head in disagreement. A frown formed on her lips. She looked close to crying. 

“It’s not. I should’ve told them we were together.” She protested, squeezing your hand. 

“Are you sure?. I feel like you liked it when that sorority girl flirted with you.” Teasing, you interlock your fingers with her. No matter how guilty you felt, it was undeniably fun to tease your lover just a little bit. 

“I didn’t. I swear! I only like you.” She exclaimed, now holding both of your hands. The last part of her sentence was whispered but loud enough for you to catch on. 

A smile forms on your face and a warmth felt on your cheeks. You looked at your lover with much endearment and love.Hazel was nothing but pure. Her love for you had always shone and she’d never made you feel mad or sad or anything negative. Hazel’s was a love you’d never experienced with anyone else before. 

“I guess I only acted like that because I saw how Isabel looked at you.” Hazel said. Your heart drops at her revelation and you’re quick to dismiss her. Unbeknownst to you, Hazel was sporting a mischievous glint in her eyes. The same one she noticed that you had. She’d been able to notice whenever you were teasing nowadays. She noticed how your tone fluctuated, like it always does when you’re joking. And she noticed how you tried to stop yourself from smirking but the tips of your mouth would still turn upwards. All this she picked up because Hazel always took mental notes on you; observed you. 

“What? No-” You interjected, flailing your arms. “Isabel and I are just friends. Plus she has Josie, Haze!” 

“Are you sure? Because the hug you shared seemed a bit intimate.” She said, copying the tone you carried when you presented the same idea. She was toying with you and found it amusing how now you were the one who was panicking. 

“Hazel,” You grabbed her face gently to demand all her focus on you. “I would’ve kissed you in that sweaty house of people for everyone to see.” 

Now it was Hazel’s turn to blush. She could physically feel herself turning red, she imagined what she’d look like. Deciding to be brave and continue on flirting, Hazel encourages you further. 

“And why didn’t you?” She asked, her eyebrow raising. She looked at you with much anticipation, she wanted your lips on hers more than anything else. The desire to kiss and hold you is embedded in her person. Nothing else made her the happiest. 

“Because..I don’t know. I wasn’t sure if you wanted to.” You mutter, avoiding eye contact. 

“I want to. You can do it right now.” Hazel said quickly and without hesitancy. 

Smiles form from both of you which cascade into giggles. Hazel’s blue eyes turn into crescent moons as her smile reaches her eyes. You could slightly see her countenance being tinted red, signaling to you that she had been flustered with the exchange.

The laughter dies down and all there’s left is tension between the both of you.The silence between you was palpable, the tension thick. You didn’t know why you felt shy now. Too shy to steal a kiss from your lover's lips like you always did. Your hands were still on her face, gently stroking it with your thumb. You imagined that the two of you looked like a couple of rags after a wild night out and yet, Hazel looked ethereal. You reckon that her face could launch a thousand ships as Helen did. 

“You look really beautiful, Haze.” You whisper, trying to shake off the nerves that suddenly appeared. It felt like the time you two first kissed. How the air was so thick and it felt like you were suffocating. The only solution was to put your lips on hers and kiss like her being held oxygen. You remember how you fantasized about how you would finally kiss her, running through so many situations in your head to prepare you only for it to happen on a random afternoon. 

Hazel smiled, the dimple on her cheek appearing. 

“You look beautiful too.You really always do. I mean it.” 

“That’s the alcohol talking.” You retaliate. Compliments never came easy to you, especially not from someone you adored. 

“I didn’t even drink that much. I was too busy looking out for…” She trailed, her gaze landing upon the bed next to yours. 

You laugh at this, following Hazel’s gaze to see that Sylvie had her mouth open as she slept. She also somehow found one of Hazel’s plushies and was snuggling it which earned a look of disdain from her. 

“She’s gonna deform him.” She says with concern. This makes you smile wider than you already had. 

Stroking her face, you decide to kiss her. Your heart couldn’t handle it anymore and it felt like it would burst with all the love and adoration it was holding. Hazel’s lips were sweet, which told you that she drank one of those liquor the sorority sisters made that was full of candy. You made a mental note to point it out to her later. But now, you were focused on the task at hand and that was kissing Hazel so much til your head felt dizzy. 

One of your hands loosen from her face and find their way to her hair. Hazel groans at the action, putting her hands on your neck in return. After what felt like a sweet eternity of kissing, the brunette takes it further by disconnecting her lips from yours and planting it down on your neck. You whimper at the feeling of her lips on yours and grip her hair tighter. 

“Mmmh head hurts!” 

A groaning Sylvie makes the both of you jump, fully forgetting that you had another person in the room. A smile is shared between you and your lover. You’d both silently agreed that you should sleep instead of fucking in case Sylvie actually wakes up. 

Settling back into your bed, Hazel takes it upon herself to position her body on top of yours and bury her neck on your face. You could physically feel her sniffing you. 

“Are you done sniffing me or do you need a little bit more time there?” You ask, wrapping your arms around her. She laughs at your comment and lifts her head up. 

“Can’t I smell my girlfriend? Is that too much to ask?” She asks, feigning sadness in her voice. 

You raise one of your eyebrows at Hazel’s reply, taking note of what she just called you. 

“Girlfriend, huh?” 

“Yup.” She nods, giving you a smile. “Unless you don’t want to, which is totally cool.” 

You shake your head frantically, earning another laugh from your girlfriend. Hazel situates her face back onto the crook of your neck and plants a small kiss. Your heart flutters at the gesture. This was it. You were finally officially together and it happened because Sylvie was forced to sleep on her side of the bed because of poor alcoholic decisions. You had to thank her in the morning, surely. But for now, you’d tighten your hold on Hazel and relish in her body heat. 

“Goodnight, Haze.” 

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[drabblesandimagines]

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Leon Kennedy x female reader I just wanted to write some damsel in distress nonsense with Death Island Leon, but imagine whoever you like! Fluff - though mentions of blood, smatter of death.

Coming to, you feel as if you’re hungover - disorientated, nauseous and a sore head - but that can’t be right, you didn’t drink last night.

It takes a moment to localize the throbbing pain only to the side of your head rather than all over and, as you catch sight of blood smeared against the white tiles of the kitchen floor – something you were desperate to change as white shows up everything­ - you remember.

You’d been working in the home office. Leon had set it up for himself originally – you’d never been brave enough to research what the price of the beautiful mahogany desk must’ve been, but you’re always sure to use a coaster to avoid marking it. He used a laptop, so he’d insisted you utilize the space instead for your desktop when you moved in over a year ago. It was a nice house, on a quiet, suburban street – he’d bought it as a fixer-upper, a bit of a passion project. The rooms were all in various states of completion but he wanted your opinion and input.

“This is our home,” he’d stressed, before pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Plus, you’ll be here more than me…”

You’d heard of the conspiracy theories surrounding the Raccoon City incident. Who hadn’t stumbled down that rabbit hole before? Leon had confirmed it in vague, half-told recollections of the night a few months into your relationship after an argument about his commitment issues, and you hadn’t pressed further than that since. He told you the bare minimum so you were aware of what his work now entailed, why he had to go away for weeks at a time, why he was so desperate to keep his work and personal life separate for your safety and protection.

He accompanied you when he could to family and friends’ celebrations, charmed them all into forgiving him for his flaky appearances, but they could all see how happy you were since the two of you had got together.  

You’d been wearing noise-cancelling headphones as you worked to drown out the next door neighbour’s relentless building works that had started on Monday – a basement leak meant the foundations were being fixed and the noise was horrendous - and had gone to the kitchen to make an ill-advised afternoon coffee and…

Nothing.

Well, the building works have stopped which is a positive, but that doesn’t negate the blood on the floor and your thudding head.

“Mrs Kennedy, I presume.” A man, well-dressed in an awful tight-fitting suit kneels down in front of you. He doesn’t look familiar - blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, a bit of stubble, looking tired, mid-40s, you guessed. You’re confused by the way he’s addressed you – you’re not married, there’s no ring there - and he clocks the bemused expression at once. “Or perhaps you’re his whore, waiting for him to return to your little love nest, hm?”

There’s no good answer or witty comeback so you keep silent, instead trying to raise your hand to feel your head, gage how bad it is – head wounds bleed a lot, you knew that much – but your arm doesn’t comply. Your gaze finds the plastic of the zip-tie cutting into your wrist, holding it snugly against the arm of the chair you’re now seated in - dragged in from the dining room.

“Ah, yes.” He cups your chin, tilting your face back towards him in an effort to get you to focus on him. “A necessary measure. I need you to play the damsel in distress.”

“Leon’s not here,” you reply, quietly, words feeling thick on your tongue though it’s not a lie. “He’s away with work - I don’t know when he’s going to be back.”

“Oh, he’s due home very soon. I couldn’t make such a pretty thing wait for days on end.” He lets go of your chin only to place his hand on your thigh, giving it a light squeeze. You try to jerk away from his touch but find your ankles have received the same treatment as your wrists, though tethered together as if to stop you standing.

“I apologize about your head,” he stands up then, a smug look on his face as he towers over you. “I did tell my men to be gentle, but it appears one misunderstood.”

You shuffle in the chair in a pitiful attempt of relieving the pressure on your wrists. “Who are you?”

He clucks his tongue. “You’ll find out soon enough.”

“Kennedy’s ETA is four minutes, sir.” A gruff voice states from behind you.

“Excellent.” Your captor smiles. “I suppose he was hoping to surprise you with his arrival, hm? Nice that we can turn the surprise around on him.” He snaps his fingers at one of his subordinates, “You can gag her now.”

A hand yanks your hair, forcing your head back and you gasp only for a wad of fabric to be stuffed behind your teeth. You try and push it out with your tongue on instinct but another bit of fabric is forced between your lips, keeping it snugly in place as it’s knotted at the back of your head, causing you to whimper – or at least attempt - when he brushes up against your head wound.

There’s a hive of activity around you – the three grunts getting into position, checking their ammo. They can’t just plan to shoot Leon outright, surely. Why would he need a damsel otherwise? Your captor grabs the back of your chair and drags it, positioning it in line with the hallway door, meaning that you will be the first thing he sees. He places his hands on your shoulders and squeezes.

“Showtime.”

Your heart is pounding so loud it’s all you can now hear – maybe it’s so loud Leon will hear with that incredibly sensitive hearing he has before he opens the door, know something’s wrong and get the hell out of here.

No such luck, though. The building work next door hasn’t resumed, so you can hear him cut the engine in the driveway, hear when the Jeep door opens and closes, hear the jingle of his keys in the door. He has his eyes cast down when he enters, immediately turning to the lock the door behind him out of both security and habit.

“Sweetpea?” He sounds upbeat, happy as he calls for you and it breaks your heart all the more when he turns, eyes meeting yours. “Fuck.” He breathes out, taking a hurried step forward, hand automatically reaching for his pistol still holstered on his belt. A loud click pierces through your left ear, cold metal prods into the side of your temple and Leon freezes in place.

“Uh-uh, Kennedy. Unless you wanna see your lovely lady’s brains splattered all over the floor, I’d drop that right now.”

Leon doesn’t hesitate, holding his hands above his head and dropping the pistol to the ground, hitting the wooden floorboards with a thunk.

“Keep those hands up and kick it over.”

Leon complies, kicking the pistol so it skids down the hallway, swiftly collected by one of the grunts.

“Dante.”

“Oh, I’m flattered you remember little ol’ me. Come - join us.” The gun leaves your temple but the fear remains as Leon slowly strides up the hallway, hands still in the air. “Pull Kennedy up a chair and make sure he’s comfortable.” A grunt ducks into the dining room and emerges with one the armless chairs, placing it down heavily on the kitchen tile as Leon enters. He’s swiftly smacked across the face with the butt of a gun, followed up by a punch to the stomach, causing him to double over. Another grunt grabs his arms, yanking them behind his back and you know by the way his biceps tense that he could break out of that hold easily enough, but he’s choosing not to.

You feel horrible that you’re the reason why he’s not.

He’s pushed down onto the chair and his wrists are quickly secured behind his back with a zip tie through the wooden slats. He lifts his head up to reveal a bloodied lip, but his eyes are immediately on you as he speaks.

“She has nothing to do with me and you, Dante.”

“Oh, I know that.” He scoffs, digging his fingernails into your shoulder once more. “But your little sweetpea is so useful in making sure that you remain on your very best behaviour.”

“You’ve got me now, okay?” Leon shrugs his shoulders in demonstration. “Let her go.”

“Aw,” Dante tuts. “Did you think you had her out of harm’s way, Kennedy? Kept your personal life underwraps? Granted I couldn’t quite confirm her name, but here we are all the same. Pretty little thing – shame she had to get wrapped up with you.”

“What do you want?” You can tell Leon’s annoyed, though he keeps his voice measured.

“The Apollo files.”

Leon raises an eyebrow, scoffing. “I don’t ha- Ugh!” The grunt in front of him had pistol-whipped him once more, his nose now bleeding a little in consequence.

“Next time you tell a lie, your woman is going to get the same treatment.” You grip the armrests in apprehension and Leon once again tenses as he notes your discomfort.

“Okay, okay! They’re in the attic. One of the storage boxes up there – there’s not many. Against the south wall.”

“Good boy.” Dante chuckles, ruffling his hand through the agent’s hair condescendingly. “You two - with me,” he points at two of his men, before turning to the third. “You, keep an eye on the lovebirds.”

“Be careful where you step up there – I haven’t put in a permanent floor. Been busy.” Leon retorts.

“Aw, boys, he’s worried we’ll hurt ourselves.” He grabs Leon by the chin then, squeezing his cheeks. “We’ll be right back. I wouldn’t want to keep this lovely lady waiting any more than she has to.”

He shoves Leon’s face to the side and heads out to the hallway, the two grunts following as the third remains in position to the side, gun in hand.

“I’m so sorry, sweetpea, but I’ll get you out of this – I swear.“ Leon says softly, turning his head to the side to look at you. “Okay?”

You nod – there’s little else you can do – but you know you’re shaking. You hate yourself for doubting him, but you can’t see how the two of you are getting out of this in one piece. He doesn’t say anything more, his eyes flitting from one direction to another as he calculates his moves for what feels like hours.

The building work next door resumes – a loud drilling echoing around the kitchen. The grunt winces at the sound and Leon gets to his feet, arms still bound around the dining chair and headbutts him, sending him stumbling back, blood gushing from a broken nose. Leon spins then, slamming the chair against the marble countertops, splintering the wood and releasing himself from the chair. He then jumps again, tucking his legs impressively close to his chin, though letting out a strangled grunt and his bound hands are now in front of him. He lifts up his knee, tenses his biceps and slams it down, the zip-tie splintering across the floor – all in the time it takes the grunt to come to his senses and aims his gun blindly, sending bullets thankfully in every direction but yours.

Leon ducks and dives, swiftly grabbing the grunt around the neck with an arm and holding it tight, cutting off his air supply until he goes limp in his arms and he grabs hold of the man’s gun, quickly checking the cartridge with one smooth downward motion.

A bullet sails over his shoulder as one of the grunts returns from upstairs and Leon quickly takes him out with a headshot. You divert your eyes then, not wanting to see. It’s them or you – you know that – but it doesn’t make the act easier to witness.

It is barely a second before another gunshot rings out, followed by a second - Dante and the remaining man at the kitchen doorway, though the grunt goes down as quickly as he entered due to Leon’s return fire.

Dante’s face is furious, his gun aimed squarely at your head and he pulls the trigger. Leon sidesweeps the chair legs from under you, sending the chair toppling backwards and you with it, your head smacking once more against the tile and making your ears ring and vision dance with black. The bullet soars over your head and into the kitchen cabinet.

There’s another gunshot, a horrible, squelching sound, and then a series of grunts and groans – flesh on flesh – but you can’t look up, can’t see what’s going on as a succession of gunshots ring out and there’s the sound of a body hitting the floor.

There’s the clatter of a drawer being opened frantically and then, suddenly, Leon is above you – his shoulder bloody – and a knife in his hand. He lifts your head up gently, cutting through the back of the gag and pulls it away from your mouth, fishing out the fabric that had been making you feel close to choking.

“You’re okay, I’ve got you.” He says softly as you catch your breath, taking glorious mouthfuls of air. “Stay still, okay? I’ll get these off you.” He presses the blade against your wrist with a careful flick and you’re released from the first of your restraints. He makes quick work of your other wrist and the ones around your ankles, pulling you up into his arms, cradling you in his lap.

“I’m so sorry,” he mumbles, rocking you back and forth. “I’m so fucking sorry.”

“Leon, it’s-”

“Don’t say it’s okay. It’s not okay. I promised to never get you mixed up in this. I don’t know how they found this place, how they found you. I’ve been so fucking careful, baby.” His voice breaks, along with your heart.

“I know you have.” You try and soothe. “It’s not fair, but it’s not your fault, sweetheart. I love you.”

He presses his lips to yours then, kissing you softly. “Love you too – so much. Feel so selfish.”

“Uh-uh, no – you deserve to be happy. I want to make you happy.”

“You do, sweetpea, but-“

“If I can’t say it’s okay, you can’t go down this road either and we both can’t pout about it.”

He sniffs, rolls his eyes and you finally remember the blood patch on his shoulder.

“Did you get shot?” He shakes his head. “Grazed me. I’m fine. You, however, need a full check-up.”

“If I’m having one, you’re having one too. We can have a date to the emergency room.”

He laughs – it’s nice to hear, to see the smile reaching his eyes. “I owe you a much better date than that.”

“Nah – maybe they’ll put you in a hospital gown.”

He raises an eyebrow.

“What?” You bite your lip.

“The ones that don’t tie at the back?”

“Oh, don’t they? Interesting.”

He kisses you again then, with a bit more passion than before. “Baby, you do not have to get me in a hospital gown to see my ass.”

“Who said anything about seeing your ass? Get your head out the gutter, Mr Kennedy.”

Leon rolls his eyes once more, getting to his feet with ease with you still in his arms. He pushes your face into his chest as he walks towards the front door.

“Leon, no, you need to rest your shoulder. Put me down - I can walk.”

“Don’t want you to see.” He murmurs. “I’m gonna get you in the Jeep, call work quickly – they’ll come sort this mess – then straight to the hospital.”

You keep quiet then, closing your eyes and inhaling his scent as you nuzzle your head against his chest, a realisation hitting you.

“We won’t be coming back here, will we?”

He pauses, fiddling with the keys in lock.

“I’m sorry. I know you were finally feeling at home here and-”

“No.” You cut him off. “Home is us together – wherever. Okay?”

“Yeah.” He opens the door. “You’re right. Home is with you, sweetpea.”

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Roman Roy (Succession) x Reader Headcanons Part Two

Pairing: Roman Roy (Succession) x Reader

Word count: 2.3k (warnings: mention of Logany child abuse)

Author’s Note: Roman Roy, when did you make such a permanent camp in my little heart? Thank you for all the messages and comments asking for part two of these headcanons! Part one of these headcanons are here, they were initially written as age gap headcanons but I think these could be enjoyed with any (adult) reader's age in mind at this point :) Also please continue to fill my inbox with Kendall and Roman requests because I am thinking about little else! 😊

- When your friends ask exactly what's going on between you and Roman it's not easy to answer. Deep down you know that there isn't anyone he feel closer to, Roman opting to spend as much of his time hassling you as possible, but he doesn't exactly articulate what he's feeling, leaving you to piece together the clues in his behaviour to work out just what you mean to him.

- Like the first time you ever saw him scared; you were both stood leaning against the back wall of the bullpen while Logan set up a makeshift stage to rally the troops and reassure them that despite the recent headlines 'he wasn't fucking going anywhere.' Roman had been his usual sarcastic joking self as the speech kicked off, happy for a reason to have you huddled next to him, unable to draw his gaze from your face, awestruck by your beauty even in the office's hard fluorescent lighting, and then Logan raised his voice. His shouts of 'killing the competition' and 'annihilating anyone in their way' immediately turned Roman from a charming, blasé professional to a scared little boy, stood frozen to attention lest he do something to piss off his father. You watch as his eyes all but clenched shut at the chorus of shouts, his jaw tensing to the point we were sure you could see his muscles trembling. Conscious of the crowd around you, you scooted one small step to the side, edging closer to Roman until with a gentle lean your right shoulder delicately met his left. You stilled as you gaged his reaction, not wanting to push a man who already had a habit of retreating away from any affection shone his way. But after a few seconds you watched his eyes blink open, his lips parting to let out a trembling sigh as he leaned his weight slightly into you, your brushing shoulders the anchor he needed in the storm of his father's tirade. Even after Logan's speech had ended and the crowd dispersed, he seemed reluctant to part himself from the warmth of the corner you shared, promising to come find you later 'just in case the Roy's hadn't wasted enough of your time today.'

- The supportive instincts you felt towards Roman as you grew close were not unreciprocated, the usually isolated man being surprised by his own protective streak as it emerged. It would come across in small ways at first, Roman keeping an eye out for who spoke to you at parties and inserting himself in the middle of conversations if he thought someone was getting a bit too friendly. He'd hold a door open to guide you through, putting his hand on your lower back as you moved past him only to feel his entire body jolt with electricity at the slightest bit of contact with your skin.

- One morning he'd be perched on the edge of your desk, where he found himself more and more these days, the hours he spent away from your company dragging until you were together again, like his life had been spent entirely in the shadows but suddenly he had the sun all to himself in you. As you let him fill you in about the latest drama from the top floor, the deafening shriek of the fire alarm blared down on you, making you flinch with its uncomfortable volume. Before you could move out of your seat, you felt the warm hands of Roman Roy settle either side of your face, protecting your ears as he tried to mouth 'It's just a test' over the echoing rings. As his hands rested against your cheeks they didn't tremble or twitch like he usually did around you, they were soft and safe, comforting you while blocking out the noise, Roman pleasantly surprised by how comfortable he felt touching you like this, your soft, rosy cheeks warm under his touch. It took him a few adoring seconds too long to realise the alarm had stopped and now you were just staring at him with a soft smile that had his stomach turning in a way he didn't quite recognise, but wouldn't mind feeling again.

- Reading between the lines is an essential skill when it comes to being close friends with Roman, his childhood of ridicule and discipline making him wary of opening himself up and asking for what he wants. You find him waiting for you in the Reception of Waystar one morning, practically launching himself out of his seat once you step through the large glass doors.

"Jesus don't you ever take a day off? Like, just fucking play hookie sometimes?" First thing in the morning you feel like you've joined a conversation that's been happening without you for an hour, trying to get catch up,

"Uhh, I guess I usually take the holidays off, and my birthday. Why? Should I be playing hookie on some random Thursday in April?" You watch his expression closely, recognising the familiar action of his mouth opening and closing as he tries to find the perfect nonchalant way to ask for something, his voice quiet when he speaks again as if he's already hurt his own feelings before you get the chance.

"Fuck you, this random Thursday happens to be my birthday." He feigns looking hurt that you didn't already have this marked in your diary, but you can see what Roman needs and just how badly he needs you to be the one to suggest it.

"Today's your birthday? Happy Birthday Roman! You should definitely take today off! And I should play hookie with you! Come on, let's get out of here." You dial the enthusiasm up to 100 and drag him from the building before he can attempt to make an unconvincing argument that that's not why he mentioned it, grateful that your gentle grip in his hand seems to have momentarily rendered him speechless.

- You spend the rest of the day sat in a local park in the sun, having takeout delivered for lunch, including the best cake your delivery app can make happen at such short notice, watching Roman protest as you tell him to make a wish and blow out the candle, the ever-cynical man telling you that his wish was for 'world peace', so it was guaranteed it wouldn't happen now that you knew.

- The next day when Roman trudged up to his COO office, still internally walking on air after the best birthday he could ever remember. There he found a haphazardly wrapped gift, the first he could ever remember receiving that didn't look like a department store display piece. Inside was a home-baked treat from you, and a planet earth jigsaw with a note that said that his wish of 'World Pieces' had come true. Roman kept that note in the top drawer of his desk whenever he needed to smile, hoping the wish he actually made would come true as well.

- When the nights of family functions grew particularly exhausting, and you had stopped being in Logan's focus enough to merit an invitation, sometimes Roman would find himself torn by indecision of whether or not to try and find you once he escaped the gala in question. Eventually after a few missed late night calls, and an embarrassed cold shoulder from him the next day, you showed him how to just add your phone's location to his 'in case of a work emergency', watching the warm smile flush across his cheeks at how comforted he felt in the knowledge that even when you weren't together, he'd know just how far apart you are.

- It wouldn't be long until one Friday night you'd be at a bar with your friends, probably still trying to collectively decipher what to call you and Roman, having never known anyone quite like him, and suddenly you'd see him slink through the door. He'd look so out of place and uncomfortable in a dive bar without you by his side, increasingly self conscious as each of your friends turn to face him, a knowing giggle spreading round the table as they witnessed the latest event in your bizarre relationship. Roman stood frozen in the doorway as he weighed up what to do, having never thought further than just needing to be wherever you are after a long night of being his father's whipping boy, desperate to be somewhere he felt safe and understood. Recognising the despondent look on his face from reacting to his father's raised voice, you said your goodbyes and collected your things, running over to Roman before he could dash out the door and pretend he hadn't come all this way just to see you.

"I was just about to head home, do you want to make sure I get home safe?" You offered, ignoring the elephant in the dimly lit room of why he was there, a visible wave of relief washing over Roman as he nodded and took your hand,

"Yeah, I'd like that. I have a car outside."

- Roman was clearly on the edge of saying something on the ride back to your place, his lips twitching nervously as if every word that tried to escape them would ruin everything you two had precariously built. It wasn't until he was safely in your home that you perched on the edge of your counter, bringing you to eye level with the fidgeting shape in front of you, that you tried to open the can of worms.

"Is everything okay Roman?" You spoke softly enough that Roman had to stop his pacing and settle into the spot in front of you to reply, letting his torso almost meet your legs where they dangled off the kitchen island.

"All good honey, just all fucking good." He ran his fingers through his slicked back hair as the words felt like acid rising in his throat, even the slightest pet name stirring up every nerve inside of him as he continued, "Speaking of good - we've got a good thing here right?" He gestured between the two of you as he spoke, his hand almost landing on your thigh but never quite braving the landing. His eyes darted up to your confused expression from where they rested, looking down at his shoes like if he didn't see the disgust and judgement on your face then it wasn't there.

You tried to respond kindly, thoughtfully, unsure of exactly how to define the thing between you and even less certain of how Roman saw it,

"Yeah, it's good Roman. We're close." Roman nodded, satisfied enough with the response to continue, desperately trying to ignore the vicious voice of mockery running through his own head, usually echoing his father's words.

"Exactly! We're close...so if I were to call you my girlfriend? That'd be normal right? Like even though we don't..." He trailed off as if he couldn't face addressing his own deviant thoughts or the mental block that stood between him and physical intimacy. His heart hammered in his chest as you considered his words and your own feelings carefully, before gently taking his hand in yours. You let your knees drift apart just enough for Roman to stand between them, encouraging him to take a step forward so your faces were barely an inch or two apart.

"Yeah, I could call you my boyfriend." You tried to deliver the words in the same relaxed tone that the question was asked in, and the walls Roman kept his heart behind betrayed him as a sincere smile flashed across his face at your sweet sentence. He nodded again, his breathing seeming to settle at the agreement, more relaxed now that he knew that these feelings weren't one-sided, that despite being unorthodox this relationship still meant to you what he needed it to.

As the warmth of the moment ran like brandy through his veins he let his eyes drift up to yours, warm and happy, and then to your lips. Roman had never really found himself craving someone's kiss before, but he'd also never felt anything like this, and somehow he knew this time would feel different. Slowly, timidly, like at the back of his mind he still might get a smack across the face at any moment for his behaviour, he leant forward until his lips met yours, barely letting them taste the soft, sweet reception you gave him before drawing back. He took a deep breath and leaned in again, letting himself savour the moment a little longer this time, feeling the corners of his lips tilt up as you kissed him back, the slight pressure against his lips sending his head spinning. His hand found your cheek, somehow even softer than he remembered as he leant his chest forward against yours, his lips parting to capture yours again, needier and hungry to taste more of you, finally understanding why people would write songs and books and films about this feeling, the insatiable need to feel you on his lips sure to plague his thoughts forevermore. You let one hand settle on this back of his neck, thumb stroking softly over the tense muscles there as he forced himself to pull away to breathe, manic hyena laugh echoing through your home as pure exuberance burst out of him that he was finally feeling like this, and with someone as kind and as perfect as you. Quietly you heard him mumble under his breath, "That was actually pretty nice." Which only made you both laugh more, the novelty of finally crossing the line from friends to more, and the ecstatic joy of finding the person you were hoping for, waiting on the other side of that line too.

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Beg & Call || N.Romanoff

Natasha Romanoff x AFAB reader

Summary- y/n and Natasha are togeter in Russia on a mission yet, Natasha take interest in making her yours.

Warning- Smut‼️ dom!natasha x Sub!reader strap-on , vibrator, fingers, gaging, a bit of boundge (very little), pet names, pet names (and the name slut) , ass smacking. Overstimulation

Psa- I am a Russian speaker, so my simplifications might not be the easiest to translate over. I'll do my best to include meaning/definition in the writing.

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Agent y/n, reporting in Saint Petersburg. Day 81 of mission BW.

Y/n had been working beside the amazing black widow for a few months now, yet that strong red head was like an addiction for y/n drawing them in like a fly caught in a spiderweb.

Tonight wasn't going to be the end of this mission but it would be a breakthrough, tonight Natasha and y/n were to attend a party like event which would not only have hydra members attending, but one of the main leaders of the organization would be attending giving us the opportunity to get the Intel they needed to arrest or take down the agency.

Walking out of the bathroom from the safe house y/n and Natasha was staying at, you watched as Natasha was now dressed in a beautiful black cocktail dress, her beautiful, red hair was hidden behind a wig to keep her from being recognized in what she could call her "hometown"

You were dressed nice as well, in a beautiful cocktail dress following the dressing norms of the event and Russian stereotypes. You watched as Natasha pulled a beautiful fur jacket onto herself before handing you some accessories, Natasha kept you on your toes her sly attitude yet charming personality always kept you feeling butterflies inside your chest.

"You coming darling" Natasha asked y/n heading for the door already causing you to play catch-up, stumbling over yourself to keep up with the Russian spy.

On your way to the event Natasha gave you quick remarks as reminders, to help you perfect your Russian, yet you also knew other than basic Smalltalk you had no intentions of speaking anybody.

Upon arrival to the event you win, along with the mission planned as told, placing the earpiece into your ear and walking and confidently memorizing your backstory. On the other hand, to the famous black widow this was child's play, so she decided to spice up the mission for herself, spending the night teasing you, Natasha was more than aware of the little crush you had on her, and honestly she was ready to use a to her advantage, and let's be honest y/n would look so pretty under her.

After mingling for some time, the man that you were here to gain information on just so happened to approach you.

"привет, ты здесь впервые? как тебя зовут?" (hello, are you new around here? What's your name?) he asked quickly with a sly smirk on his face, you looked him in the eye holding yourself with confidence before responding.

"я тут с другом я Саша" (Im here with a friend, I'm Sasha) y/n played off the questions with a hold of their identity quickly, using a common enough name to blend in. The conversation was going fine, until you felt a hand riding down on your lower back, turning around only to be meant with the sharp features of Natasha Romanoff, she was moving her hand down, lower while pushing herself in the conversation covering up for your Russian, you were a very well trained spy, and could keep a straight face, but the feelings inside you were bubbling.

Going along with your job, you originally thought Natasha was just playing the part of your "friend" but over time tonight she's been all over you, yet of course only you would notice, the black widow never blew her cover. Heading away from the crowd you found a door which specifically read "Не входить" (do not enter) hoping for some Intel you pulled a pin from your nicely done hair, and use the lock pick tool that was built into your bracelet to break into the room being met with an entire lab, a huge score for this mission you were quick to put flash drives where are you could to extract what you can in the time you have.

Rushing out of the room with the Intel you know held, you went to find Natasha to tell her it was safe to leave, making your way to the exit noticing the fake taxi waiting for you guys knowing it was safe to speak in the vehicle, as the driver was a shield agent.

Setting in the backseat you tried to fill Natasha in whom was sitting beside you but her hand slowly riding up on your thigh was mildly distracting, yet you want more so badly. Hoping to get back to the safe house quickly so you could make space between yourselves in hopes to pull yourself together, and be professional.

When arriving to the safe house as the two of you entered the safe house, Natasha pushed y/n's body up against the door as it shut going straight for the kiss, Natasha held that kiss till you both couldn't breathe, before pulling you to the bedroom.

"You were so good today? Being such a good spy hmm?" Natasha teased you with the praise, as she stripped herself from her dress revealing a strap she had hidden under tight dress, the size was shocking, y/n wondered how she could even hide that.You realized right then and there you were hers to fuck, hers to make dumb, you were at Natasha's beg and call.

"Look at you baby already so dumb for my cock?" Natasha comment made you moan softly causing her to chuckle

Natasha walked closer to you, grabbing your jaw with her long fingers holding you in a tight hold "You are okay with this right y/n"

Your rapidly nodded in response "yes, yes please" you didn't realize you were horny enough to beg, but you needed her.

"Strip." That was all y/n needed to strip away of all clothing.

"Aww so pretty for my детка." (Baby) Natasha was now hovering over you, pinning you to the bed, before reaching around to get a soft silky rope to tie your hands above you head, now limiting your senses as Natasha started to kiss you, no need to fight for dominance she already was in control, holding the deep kiss for some time before moving down your body, going for your neck before your chest. Drawing nice moans form your mouth was like music to the famous black widows ears.

She reached down running her single pointer finger threw your folds collecting your arousal

"Princessa you are dripping" Natasha teased before shoving her fingers into your mouth, pushing back cause you to gag a bit giving herself satisfaction in your gags

"You're so pretty for me, you want me to fuck you baby. Beg" Natasha pulled her fingers from your mouth moving the now wet fingers to your clit rubbing soft and slowly prompting you to beg her.

"Shit- Natalia please fuck me, please OH FU-" before y/n could finish as Natasha heard her given name she pushed her cock in quickly now feeling the need to fuck the person lying below her. Starting off at a quick pace not giving y/n much time to adjust, yet the pain would be pleaser full soon

"God I could fuck you for hours, days honey." Natasha grunted out pulling high pitch moans from your throat. She felt your tights try and close around her, as she was getting ready to rip your first orgasm from your body. With a scream you could hold it as you let go around her cock.

Natasha didn't give you much time to recover as she quickly flipped y/n over pushing you ass up in the air getting ready to take y/n from the back

"Mmmm what a good slut you are for me y/n I think we could go again, you can do that for me right darling" Natasha spoke down to you as her cock still was slightly inside your pussy, your hand still restricted above your head, and your face now being pushed into the bed Natasha have you a signal if it got to much, so she could stop.

She felt she gave you enough time to calm down she reached over to grab a vibrator turning it on to hold it onto your clit whole re-entering your pussy again bottoming out real fast. Pounding your cum right back inside you as she pressed the vibrator harder on y/n's clit

Y/n's legs started to shake leading Natasha to slap y/n's ass harshly making them Yelp.

"Come on baby, cum for me" Natasha encourage as y/n was a moaning mess reaching their peak and Natasha was pushing them over as she railed y/n.

Y/n came harshly shaking under Natasha, but the black widow wasn't done, she pulled the vibrator away letting it fall but not once she she stop railing y/n's cunt.

"T-to much nat..." y/n whined

"Come on baby one more" Natasha pushed getting herself off as she worked y/n into overstimulation determined to pull one more orgasm from them. Y/n was trembling as nat slapped her ass a few more times as y/n came so hard with a scream around Natasha's cock she collapsed into the bed, Natasha held her close yet she didn't remove the cock from their pussy. Holding y/n in their arms letting y/n whine but also relax.

"Such a good little slut for me, next time I won't be so easy on you" Natasha whispered into y/n's ear

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WOW I WROTE THAT, DAMN anyway enjoy you kinky bitches

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Character Guides/Recommended Watch Order Below

(This is subject to change as the stories progress)

Honestly, the order that you watch the characters in isn't super important. Having said that though, here's a bit of a guide to help you along if needed:

For lore and wider worldbuilding-

Ellis, Cyril, Roman (also the 2 lore videos lol)

For characters that can stand alone without knowing much lore-

Casey, Gage, Dion (honestly quite a few of them but those are probably the most "stand alone" ones)

Characters whose stories intertwine + recommended watch order for them

Ellis, Cyril, Roman, Jacob, Nathaniel

Gage, Neo, Law, Desmond (order not really important for these ones)

Dion, Kane

Law, Marlowe, Axel (Each can probably stand on their own though, honestly)

And if you're just looking for specific vibes-

Axel - Essence eater who leans more into the incubus side of things than the vampire side, flirtatious, antagonizes to show affection, hostile-acquaintances-with-benefits (like Marlowe, it might be easier to watch Law first, but not 100% necessary)

Casey - Plant-dad, easily spooked like a small animal, Flustered™, friends to lovers, very soft

Cyril - Elven researcher, academic rivals, Tsundere™, the smartest idiot you'll ever meet, emotionally repressed

Desmond - Dragon-shifter, slow and methodical, a bit rigid until he gets comfortable, rough past that he's still healing from

Dion - Flame demon, chaos incarnate, impromptu roommate, boyish charm?

Ellis - Nonbinary book nerd who runs a magical book shop, teasing but gentle, overall soft

Gage - Boy next door + local hellion vibes, domestic and soft but high energy

Jacob - More demons (metaphorical and literal), smooth-talking yandere with a strong emphasis on manipulation and gaslighting- tw heavy

Kane - Flame demon, stoic, confident, intrigue and political turmoil but also he's just vibing, best to watch Dion first

Law - Southern, single dad, soft and sweet with some angst/action sprinkled in, healer with an essence eater listener

Marlowe - Brooding, "too tired for this", detective/suspect, essence eater, might want to watch Law's first to get a better idea of how they work (but not 100% necessary)

Nathaniel - "Mad scientist who loves what he does a little too much" vibes, vaguely yandere-ish but also not technically, tw heavy

Neo - Fox-shifter, pining makes idiots of us all, tries to be cool and serious but fails spectacularly, not quite tsundere but close, overall soft

Roman - Vaguely British accent, time traveler, a bit chaotic, mix of angst, adventure, and soft

Hopefully this is helpful and doesn't just make everything even more confusing lmao

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Rachel meeting reader after Bel talks her mothers ear off about you and reader being a complete mess because she’s going to be meeting THE Rachel Price and Annabel calming her down 😭

My first bel ask!! I would like start of by saying thank you anon for sending in this thought. True one you are(: secondly after finishing trorp I honestly have no idea what to do with myself. Honestly it was a spectacular read. From the characters to the dynamic of the family. I loved Rachel from the beginning and loved her even more at the end. So this ask makes me happy. This is just a request and I am working on a longer angst riddled heart clenching bel fic. But of course reader is the light at the end of the tunnel) this takes place after a fair amount of time. Fair warning this is my first bel fic and I’m still getting use to writing her so if she seems a bit off have patience with me she will get better as I continue to write 🫶🫶 💌 anon don’t be shy!! This is just my first bel fic I hope it gets easier with time! Pippa I feel I know well enough to write and bel I am just figuring out. Hope to know what you liked about it!

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A Heartfelt Dinner with Rachel Price

Paring: Bel Price x fem reader (takes place after the events in the book but nothing is spoiled) not edited yet. Typos will be present most likely. Read at your own peril 🤣

Warnings: Bel price stealing my heart with some good old price charm, fluff, some suggestive comments, the price girls cussing like sailors, Rachel being the best mother alive.

Bel had told you the invitation would arrive, making sure to give you enough time to process it. But it was a whole different story when the invitation arrived in a delicate envelope, its edges slightly crumpled from your nervous fingers. “Dinner at the Price residence,” it read, and your heart raced. Rachel Price—the formidable mother of your girlfriend, wanted to get to know you better. Bel hadn’t told you about what her mother went through. It was a topic you knew not to tread upon. It was Bel’s story not your own. Not that you minded, you didn’t need to know the details, all you wanted was to make a perfect impression on mommy dearest.

Bel had laughed at you, shaking her head while her eyes shined her cheeky laugh bright. “Your such a little nerd! Carter was right when she said you were a little suck up! I’ve seen you with Mr Thripp” bel began, “Mr thripp your lesson on the case of Finneas gage was amazing! Could I borrow the book for extra reading?’ ‘My favorite one! I can’t go to the mall Carter I’m helping out at the old folks home’ Bel teased, “my mother is not so easily impressed as Mr Thripp is I am afraid” she countered, pinching your cheeks with soft fingers while you only took her teasing in stride.

You were lost in thought as you both walked home from school, bel’s hand laced in your own. What did Rachel Price like? Did she like flowers? Should you bring her some? Did she even like flowers? Did she prefer chocolate? Maybe some cookies? Surly after being kept in a basement for years she would have enjoyed some treats?

“I can see your mind unraveling and as much as it is cute to watch, I love your little mind a little too much so try not to bust your head trying to appease my mother. Rachel already likes you, I’ve talked you up too her for months. Plus Carter really sells it with your ‘good girl who is student body president and spends her time at the animal shelters’. Thank you Carter Price you wanted to say.

You sighed, letting out the air that traveled in your throat, thankful enough that Rachel had some sort of picture to go off. It was quiet for a second, you girls both trying to regain your thoughts. “This really means a lot to me that my mother wants to meet you. She and I haven’t had the easiest time getting to know each other” Bel’s face flushed, her brows furrowed and her lips curled. “When she came back I was so angry. I wanted her gone, I convinced myself she was the enemy. Back to hurt my dad and I. I was hostile and I treated her like a stranger in my home. Things are better now. I-I love my mom. And even though some days it still hurts I know she loves me too and it’s enough to out way the hurt. I mean it still hurts like a shit ton of bricks but-“ you laughed.

“I understand” you simply said, nuzzling your nose into bel’s cheek, noticing the flush when your lips met her nose. She only responded with her usual, “Your getting your slober all over me!!” She faked wiped the kiss from her nose, but you could see the way her hand stilled on her nose, the soft hints of blush on her cheeks that told you enough. You had left after that, trying to come up with a way to impress the Rachel price.

“Think your mom will like my homemade apple cookies?” You yelled back to your girlfriend across the road, watching as Bel only rolled her eyes before giving you a reassuring thumbs up, you almost laughed at her expression. Her lips curled and her eyes wide, almost like she found it amusing to think of you baking a treat for her mother. Most likely because Bel knew you a little to well and knew you would be running around like a chicken without a head in the kitchen, making batch after batch and making her be the test subject. ‘Honestly your such a little domestic housewife with your baking and making me try your cookies! What are you trying to do turn me into a wild beast who’ll gobble you up the second I get a eyeful of your legs in that skirt?” You could almost hear her voice in your head. Definitely something bel price would say, maybe with a few colorful curse words in between.

Bel’s prediction had been right. You had raced home and made batches upon batches of cookies. Apple cookies, pumpkin cookies and even your grams special strawberry cheesecakes cookies hoping they would impress your girlfriend’s mother. Your range in baking was not extensive, but you knew your way around a baking sheet and that was all that mattered . The only thing that kept your nagging subconscious at bay. This dinner had to go well. Rachel had to like you. She had too. If she didn’t you might as well pull a Romeo and Juliet. You blanched inward at the statement. Maybe that was a little too dramatic, a bit like a Bel Price statement. It mattered that Rachel liked you, because you were more than fond of her daughter. Bel had been your special person. You use to play as babies together, would even after Rachel disappeared. Charlie would drop of bel for hours, Carter coming along too sometimes. You grew up close, even when bel had pulled away after the statements Sam Blake had made about her dad you still kept by her side. Sitting with her, helping her dutifully with homework even when she would snap at you with those eyes. Eyes that no matter how hard or how angry you loved. Sam Blake didn’t know why you tried with Bel, constantly nagging that Bel was damaged goods and you would never reach her. You had immediately scoffed and told her off, a white hot fury in your veins. You could still see a shocked Sam Blake as she held her binder tight in her hands as you walked off. You never spoke to Sam Blake again after that. She was conceited and lacked any human empathy.

You had spent the days researching Rachel Price’s case. Of course you did. How could you not? You wanted to understand Bel’s mind. The way it worked, how she felt, the secrets she was hiding behind those price blue eyes. You wanted her to know you were by her side. Bel at first seemed agitated as you were always around but you saw something different in those eyes. She never snapped at you, not after your little interaction with Sam Blake. You guessed she had heard through the grape vine. There was always a question in her grey eyes when she would eye you. Why are you doing this? Why me? But you never said anything. Till one day a couple months after Rachel reappeared you Invited her to a student council meeting for school, because ‘the school could really use your input. You seem like you have wonderful suggestions’ you could have slapped yourself in the face for that one. Bel had eyed you with her classic dark gray eyes, her eyes set in a furrowed brow her lip curled like she didn’t give a single fuck about it. You had laughed, a soft and sweet one, had eyed the linoleum floor of the school, a blush on your cheeks. “Never mind. It was a stupid idea. Why would you want to be in a room full of nerds that focus on why the boys sink in the bathroom is broken for the hundredth time” you had mumbled , “it was stupid of me. I guess I just wanted you to know that…that you’re invited”. ‘That I see you’ ‘that I want you there’ you had turned on your heel, desperate to get away from the scowling girl. But thankfully somehow Bel had seemed to find it cute. At least that’s what she had said now. You were sure you looked like a dork. But Bel had simply asked “what time?” With that glint in her eye that made your heart race. You told her, thinking she wouldn’t show. It wasn’t a Bel Price type of scene. Nothing was anymore. So when Bel had appeared that day, walking into the meeting room taking a seat like she owned the place eyes on you the whole time, making you nervous while you spoke to the group you were more than surprised. Bel seemed to notice the way she had made you nervous, a smirk on her features when she had eyed you a little too long causing you to stumble over your words. Blue grey eyes dancing across your eyes. Studying you, analyzing you. ‘Why did you invite me today? You could almost hear her in your mind. When asked about what she thought of adding to the meeting Bel had only shrugged, “the Rachel price shrine could be taken down now” was all she said, a bite to the end of her words, but softening just a bit when she eyed you.

The Rachel price shrine. You knew how much it had hurt bel to walk past that everyday for years. But you couldn’t take it down, knew how much it meant to the community even now with rachel reappearing.

“I’ll definitely see what I can do” you had told her that day all soft eyes even when the other kids had argued about it stating the historic value and other concepts you didn’t even bother hearing because bell was looking at you like she was thankful.

So it was so no surprise when Bel had waited for you you to leave the building, you holding the box full of the school’s clothes drive for the homelessness initiative in your hands. Bel had been leaning back against the school wall, hands in her pocket. She had nearly scared the crap out of you when she had popped up from out of nowhere. “Here I’ll take that, it looks heavy” she had stated. Bel had helped you to your car, and then had asked you out. Simple. You two had been good friends and it was an easy decision. “Do you want to have pizza with Carter and I next Tuesday? Carter has a dance meeting an hour after and I could really use some company”. You agreed. So from then on you had been inseparable. Then came to the confession, Bel had confessed first. Told you she had a crush on you ever since you both were five and you had helped Carter after she had fallen of the slide at the park. It was cute how you had rushed over, all eager kind eyes. Ready to help. From then on bel was yours. And you were hers.

You hoped Carter would help you with this dinner in return for your aid years ago in the park. Not that you needed it. Your parents always said you had a confident air about you. Now was the time to let it glow.

You felt your cheeks blush crimson as you stood at the Price’s doorstep, a tin of your strawberry Cheesecake cookies nestled in your cookie tin, a special cookie tin your great grandfather had acquired from the war in Germany. “Survived the damn Nazis this tin can sure make it through a family dinner” your grandfather had said upon you asking for the tin. You had chosen it because it was beautiful, a fine tin with colorful flowers and images of soft German clouds. You hoped Rachel would like it. It had a certain charm too it. Just like you.

You didn’t even have to ring the doorbell because the minute your fingers made contact with the doorbell the door was already open, Bel standing in front of the threshold. Her pale gray blue eyes wide upon eying your attire. A dinner dress with colorful blue lace that ended just above your thigh (that had been for her. Although you would never admit). Your brows creased, nervous fingers tapping on the tin. “Is it too much? I feel like it might be too much” you spoke fast. Bel only eyed you, a slight gulp evident in her throat, a fresh coat of ruby cheek’s adorning her usual pale complexion . “Is it too much??No…I think you look…” her eyes traveled down to your outfit, noticing the way the dress hung close to your figure. Still appropriate enough to wear to a first meeting of the mother, but also just enough to leave bel with a slight case of too hot under the collar. With your perfect curves and pale thighs just begging for her fingers to graze. ‘Keep it in your pants, Price’. She warned herself.

“Beautiful…you look beautiful..among other things. is that lace?” Bell squeaked, her fingers itching to press her fingers against the soft fabric, feel your skin underneath. Hot and soft against her fingertips.

“It is!! Isn’t it so cute!! My grandma gifted it to me last year and I’ve never found an occasion to wear it so I thought why not put my best foot forward for my girlfriend’s mother” you nervously rambled, it was cute how hard you were trying. Bel only really had one thought as she eyed your figure in that perfect lace dress, ‘thank you grandma’ bel was sure it would be headlining in her dreams tonight, but only for a few seconds because the prize was what was underneath.

Bel immediately taking the tin of cookies from your hands leaned in to peck your lips, moving back to eye you in your eyes, “you look absolutely stunning sweet cheeks” she spoke, moving in to press another kiss onto your lips, this one slow and steady, mapping out the taste of your lips. Bel could get use to this, kissing you. In fact she was and it was you would usually pull apart and tell her to focus. It was hard, with your lips that were soft and your hand that was warm on her cheek.

You wanted to pull away, you were sure Mrs Nelson from next door was alerting the media now. But all it took was the soft way bel’s left hand had slowly wrapped around your waist, pulling you impossibly close, lips now moving wild against your own, getting lost in the push and feel of her lips. Your stomach churned in the most delicate way, your heart pounding in your chest as you breathed through your nose, the sound of lips echoing in your ears. Bel seemed to enjoy the way you leaned into it; eyes closed and mouth hot against her own.

“Wow just look at her go! And here comes our number 5 Bel Price! She’s feisty she’s mean and she’s currently eating her girlfriend like a lean machine!” Came the voice from behind. You pulled apart right away, moving to immediately hide your cheeks and giggles in your girlfriend’s shoulder. Bel didn’t look to pleased as she eyed Carter from the doorway. Her lips too red and too cold to be that color just because of the warmth.

Bel only stared daggers at her sister, well cousin to the rest of the world. “Why do you always to have cockblock me Carter” bel mumbled, grey eyes staring steel into her cousins eyes. You laughed, watching as Carter only rolled her eyes, “I’m pretty sure you were holding your girlfriend hostage with the way your hands were on her. My god it looked like the grip you had on that one ride at storyland” Carter spoke, her eyes moving to you in that Carter way, smooth and calm. “Great story by the way y/n poor bel puked all over the couple in the next row. Had to buy them shirts”.

Bel’s cheeks flashed red, “I didn’t know you had to wait an hour to digest your food Carter!” She snapped back playfully punching Carter’s shoulder.

Carter only laughed before moving to hug her cousin, bear hugging her, “I’m only kidding you bel. I’m sorry. I apologize for my rudeness.” Carter spoke, and bell scoffed, “your just saying that”. Carter chuckled, “I am being dead serious bel. Now Say I love you Carter” she spoke. Bell sighed, eyes moving to Carter. A softness laced in them. “I fuckin love you Carter” she mumbled, just low enough for you to hear.

Carter nodded, smile wide and victorious. “There we go! That’s the spirit. Now y/n you look lovely! I love that dress!”.

You smiled bashfully, thanking Carter. You were about to follow Carter into the house when you turned back, “why don’t you go in Carter I have to get something from the car” you spoke. Carter nodded, saluting to bell before marching in. “alright. I’ll see you inside y/n”.

Bel’s eyes followed you as you opened your car door, moving to pull out a fresh bouquet of flowers. The smell of nature filling your nostrils. You fluffed them, moving some around. An assortment of baby pinks and emerald blue meeting your eyes.

“You got me flowers?” As soon as the words were said you frowned, eyes wide. Bel thought these were hers? A sudden flash of panic filled your heart. These were for Rachel. So she could have a great first impression. So she could look at them in the vase and think back to how kind and generous you were. You had originally thought to buy two, one for your girlfriend who insisted she hated flowers, or “despised them with all her heart” but kept the single rose you had given her on your first date. Ultimately you had only bought one on account of not thinking your girlfriend would want one.

“Oh these? Um-“ you could just give the cookies to Rachel, and the flowers to bel. But it was only till a playful smirk filled your girlfriend’s features. “You are the cutest human on earth my god! Your face! Relax sweet girl I know those are for my mother. But it was cute that you were willing to give them to me” bel spoke, moving to take your hand and walk up the steps.

You were instantly hit with nervousness. Bel’s fingers grounded you as she closed the door behind you. Sensing your nerves she moved in to whisper. “You’ll shine just like a star. My mom will just love you”. You hoped she did. God you did.

Bell took your hand in hers, fingers lightly caressing your hands. It was almost like a dream meeting Rachel. You had seen so much news on her throughout the years. Missing posters and tv news. Had seen a picture of her in bel’s house once. But seeing the woman in the kitchen with her soft apple cheeks and bright smile it was like she had never left. Like somehow she had always existed in the price household. Never truly gone.

As soon as her deep blue eyes met yours you froze. She looked so much like your girlfriend. Family genetics were strong for the Price family. Her smile was wide, charming, warm as she eyed you. Eyes moving over to bel who seemed to have an unspoken language with her mother.

Rachel’s smile was infectious as she moved her eyes on you, the same familiar color inviting you in because you looked into those eyes everyday. You took in her birthmark on her cheek, the mark that bel had told you about when she had met her mother in that dusty road that fateful day. The identifying mark that the police had put on every single missing poster and every news program within a 200 mile radius.

If you were being perfectly honest Mrs Price was attractive. Very with her long blonde hair that curled and soft charming smile. No wonder Bel had made you swoon.

You smiled just as bright, “Mrs Price! It’s an honor to meet you. I’ve heard so much about you. I hope you enjoy treats, my grandmother makes a special recipe of strawberry cheesecake cookies and I just know they are as sweet as you” you spoke. Bel’s eyes widened at the end, a curious look in her features. Carter seemed to smile wide, she knew you were a little charmer with your soft kind smile and popular girl air but this was a whole level.

Rachel seemed to like that. She smiled wide, moving to take your tin from your hands, before pulling you into a soft hug. You were startled at first, but gradually leaned into it.

“You’ll have to forgive me sweetheart I’ve just heard so much about you from both my girls that I feel like I know you” she spoke, moving to softly caress your cheek.

You blushed under her touch, your school girl act coming out.

“I also know that when meeting a mother flowers are in order. I hope you like these Mrs price”.

Rachel’s eyes glistened ever so slowly as she took the flowers, “oh these are just beautiful. Oh thank you so much y/n. You are so thoughtful. No wonder my Annabel is smitten by you. And please! Call me Rachel. Come in! Dinner is ready”.

You watched as Rachel took the flowers in her hands, moving to nestle her nose to inhale the sweet scent. Bell smiled back at you, a smirk really. A smirk that you knew meant, ‘you little suck up’. But she was proud of you, you could see it in her eyes. The dining table was set nicely and you thanked Bel who had pulled your chair out for you, moving to press a gentle kiss to your forehead in the process. You blushed, bel was unusually physical today. No that she wasn’t all over you like any other day, it had took months of breaking down her walls when it came to physical affection.

Carter sat next to you on the left, her blue eyes the similar shade of blue, but maybe it was the light but it was the first time you noticed how the shade of your girlfriend’s eyes was a grey hue and Carter’s were clear as the sky on a good day.

Rachel was still rustling around in the kitchen, her eyes glittering as she eyed you sitting around the dinner table, bel’s body subconsciously mirroring your own. She watched her girls as they chatted animatedly with you. Watched as Carter giggled at a joke you said, her mouth wide and eyes holding affection as you whispered into her ear. Carter had just raced about you. How kind you were, clever, always being considerate of others. “She’s like the best friend I’ve never had”.

Bel had been an entirely different situation. Bel has always been headstrong, Rachel knew that. Even as a baby she had been stubborn. Stubborn when it came to doing tummy time. Rachel would hold those memories close, the images of a tiny little blonde baby crying but with such determination as she stretched her little body on the playing Mat. It had took time to repair the relationship, but bell at the end of the day knew her mother loved her with all her heart. Knew she would do anything for her. So when bel had come in one day eyes nervous but steel determination behind them and had said she wanted Rachel to meet her girlfriend it had been like a break through.

Annabel had been a bit overprotective when it came to you. Back when Rachel had first gotten home and tension was high and dangers lurked on every corner Rachel had seen the picture in bel’s room. When she had been searching for a book she had caught sight of the golden frame curled on the desk, stationed right by the bed. A spark of curiosity had filled Rachel. A mama bear instinct that seemed to roar to life after years of having to lay dormant. She liked to say she knew Annabel well enough to know that the picture was positioned in such a meticulous way that it could only mean that bel had put it there herself. With purpose.

It was a picture of of you and bel. One of those Photo Booth tickets at the mall, black and white checkered images printed on the piece of paper. Rachel could remember feeling like her heart had been ripped out. Because bel was smiling the widest she had ever seen. It was akin to seeing the sun shine, the warmth that radiated off bel’s eyes as she peered at you, like you were the sun. Bel’s nose crinkled and her eyes on you. Rachel hadn’t seen that part of bel yet. So…carefree. She was familiar with the analyzing grey eyes that seemed to follow her like she was a stranger in the house. Like a hawk, searching for anything that seemed off. Of course now bel eyed her with soft eyes. No longer the hostile girl she once was.

“Holy shit y/n these cookie are amazing!” Carter’s voice brought Rachel out of her head, with a steaming tray of Mac and cheese in one hand and a ham in her other Rachel made her way into the dining room.

You looked pleased that Carter had enjoyed your recipe, but rachel was the first to swoop in and take the tin from her youngest daughter, “carter save the rest for later! I’m making my famous cinnamon hot chocolate” rachel turned to you a gleam in her eye , leaned down and whispered, “bel just loved my hot chocolate when she was a baby, she’d get it all over her face and then I’d have to bathe behind her ears” a shine glimmered in Rachel’s eyes as she moved to sweep some strands of blonde strands from Bel’s face. A mother always. Bell didn’t seem to mind, and if she did she didn’t say anything. Just let her mother’s fingertips move the strands away from her cheeks. Bell had mentioned she was learning to let Rachel love her. It seemed like such a odd statement to others. Letting your mother love you? But you knew for bel it was the start of something new. Because ever since Rachel had been back bel had created a boundary between them. You didn’t blame her for it, and you were happy she was finally letting the poor woman love her. As only a mother could.

You smiled, eyes moving to bel who only smiled awkwardly. “Mom” she hissed, not unkindly.

Rachel only giggled, pinching her daughters cheeks as she placed the dishes of steaming food on the table. A small honey ham, rolls and gleaming potatoes that looked so good your mouth watered.

“Rachel I hope you don’t mind me saying but this food looks Amazing! My grandmother would be proud!” You spoke.

Rachel smiled that gleaming smile. “Complimenting my cooking? I like this one” she joked, turning to bel.

Rachel then moved to sit down in front of you, blue eyes watching as bel moved to grab a plate, placing one in front of you. Bel was all attentive when it came to you. Whispering to you, asking you what you wanted, only for you to smile and take her plate, asking the same questions. It was almost sweet how you both exchanged stolen glances as the plates passed each other.

“So y/n I’m told you are the senior’s class president? That must be quite the job to handle. I was my senior class president back in high school. Do you still use typewriters?”

You placed the plate full of food in front of bel, making sure to be attentive as you eyed Rachel. Her soft eyes moving between you and her daughter, who couldn’t quite take her eyes of you. Her cheeks a forever hue of crimson. Eyes dark as they eyed you.

“It’s definitely been a very challenging job” you spoke, “but I like challenges. As for the typewriters-“

“Good because this one-“ carter began, pointing her fork at her sister, humor in her tone, “all challenge”.

Bel only rolled her eyes playfully.

“I’m mostly in charge of the school’s treasure fund and field trip planning. We’ve had many successful field trips because of our passion for our students. Bel has been amazing at helping me in with some projects.” You spoke.

Bell smiled from behind her fork.

Rachel couldn’t help but smile, “really?? Isn’t that something. It usually takes a crowbar to get Annabel to do anything related to school” Rachel joked.

You laughed, you knew bel had a less than enthusiastic opinion on schoolwork. Which why now she had been in on top of her game, working twice as hard to get her GPA higher.

“Bel!” Carter spoke, eyes wide and annoyed. “You didn’t tell aunt Rachel that Mr Thripp cornered you last week to tell you that he was so proud of you! Her GPA went up by four points! At this rate you’ll be uhauling with y/n for college” Carter spoke, her voice laced with genuine appreciation.

A smile lifted onto Rachel’s lips. One you recognized. You had seen it on your own mother’s face countless times. Joy. Pride. But you knew by the way Rachel’s eyes glimmered that she was beyond proud. Despite her emotional eyes she remained as stoic as ever. You imagined bell had told her to try to be as normal as ever tonight.

“That is just…wonderful. Simply wonderful. I am…I am so proud of you Anna. Look at you my sweet clever girl! Did you know she was talking already at 9 months? You’ve always been my little firecracker”.

You expected bel to roll her eyes or leave the comment alone but she only caught her mothers eye. Held it there, a language you didn’t speak but could feel.

The moment was soon done when Rachel moved her eyes back to you.

“What do you like to do in your spare time honey? Carter’s filled me in and what you do for school but I just know a girl like you must have hobbies. Do you have any siblings? What’s your mothers maiden name?”

Your answers fell of easily enough, smiling and making Rachel laugh when you told her you were a big fan of reading. Rachel had smiled and said she had been too. You found out that your mother had gone to high school with Rachel and even had been been at her wedding. “I should have known you were her daughter, a heart like yours doesn’t come around often” Rachel spoke, eyes moving to bel swiftly.

While you were busy taking to Rachel about your home life, your little brother who you loved to death and many other funny anecdote you knew she would enjoy Carter had gotten bel’s attention from the other side of the table, a smirk on her lips. “I think mom found her new favorite daughter” Carter mouthed. Bel had smiled at that, but then blushed like a tomato when she realized the implication. Her grey eyes watched her mother with you. How Rachel looked happy. Genuinely happy. Maybe this was what she was meant for. This life. It wasn’t perfect, but it was hers. She had a mother, a sister and you.

True to her word hot hocolate was served and you watched as Bel moved to pour the hot drinks into the mugs, Carter standing alongside her in the kitchen whispering away. You wondered what they were talking about, although you knew. You. Carter was all animated and Bel looked beyond embarrassed.

It was only when you felt a soft hand touch your shoulder that you tore your eyes away from the girls and took note of Rachel. She looked back between her girls and you, a smirk on her features. Her finger twisted in a motion, moving to her lips like a secret. “I have something to show you. But you’ve got to keep quiet otherwise bel will know and I won’t hear the end of it”.

You eyed bel who was still busy talking to Carter and looking far less annoyed. You got up from your chair quietly and followed Rachel to the living room. There you watched as Rachel took a small album from the bookshelf. Held it out to you, “this is bel’s baby album. I made this for her the day she came home from the hospital.” You watched as Rachel flipped the book open. Rachel’s handwriting no doubt accompanying the photos of a little red baby dressed in the hospital baby gown.

“Nine hour labor. I remember being so scared..but once I held her in my arms I realized I would do anything for her”.

Rachel showed you some more, flipping through the only memories she had of her daughter. You realized these were the memories she had held close to her, these memories.

Anna’s first day home.

First bath

First tooth

First crawl

It also didn’t help that bell was the cutest baby alive with her chubby cheeks and cheeky eyes.

“Thank you..for showing me these Mrs price. I really appreciate you. Bel loves you you know. She talks about you all the time”.

Rachel moved to eye her girls in the kitchen, “it’s not been easy with Anna. Sometimes I think back to seeing her in her car seat. Looking up at me with those eyes. And now I look at her and see a woman. And she’s so beautiful…” Rachel moved to you.

“Your mother was a good friend of mine. And I know you’ll be good to my daughter. I hope you know how much I appreciate that”.

Carter and bel had moved into the room with the hot chocolate and Rachel placed the book back on the shelf.

By the end of the evening as bel walked you to the car she was smiling ear to ear. Her cheeks flushed from the cold.

“I told you to go inside you are going to get sick!” You spoke.

Bell shook her head, moving to kiss your nose, your forehead.

“Screw the cold. You did wonderful in there. My mother practically loves you”.

You smiled, “your mother loves you bel. And I love her. She’s so fascinating and fun! She showed me your baby book-“

“In my defense what baby looks cute at that age!!-“

You only shushed her, brought her close by the tip of her coat. Her body flush with yours, the weight of her arms heavy around you. You pressed a soft long kiss against her lips, savoring how cold they felt a giant yours.

“Goodnight bel” you deadpanned smiling when bell let you go and stepped aside. “Text me when you get home. Drive safe”. Carter came out too, hugging you and tackling bell into a hug as you peeled out of the Price’s driveway laughing when Carter saluted you the whole way.

You were pretty sure you smiled the whole way home.

[seriesxwriting]

Hello, how are you? I saw that your requests are open and I was wondering if you could write a story between Sam Winchester x reader, inspired by taylor swift's enchanted song. A very cute story, romantic and full of feelings.

Sam deserves a charming romance❤️

Thank you so much for this request I love writing for Sam. I want to apologise for how long this has taken for me to write, I’ve been so busy with exams this month. Thank you for your patience I hope you like it. <3

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞

𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 <𝟑

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 - 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬- 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠?

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 <𝟑

“I don’t want to go to the bar again” I rolled my eyes whining, as Lana dragged me out of the car. “Oh don’t be like that y/n, I only have to do an hours shift just keep me company” she begged fluttering her eyes like a toddler.

“I said I’d drop you here not wait here with you Lana, I have a life too” “what are you off to do? Sit at home listening to depressing music” she scoffed putting her hands on her hips. “It’s better than sitting at the same old lonely place” I jerked my head back looking behind her at the old, rickety wooden building.

“It’s only an hour, you might meet someone who will cheer you up” she smiled walking towards her work place. “I won’t! It’s the same old drunks from yesterday and the day before- and last month” I yelled following her into the bar but she took little acknowledgement of what I was saying.

I took my familiar seat at the end of the bar and after Lana put her apron on she dropped a drink in front of me with a large smile on her glossy lips. Before darting off to help out customers. I put my head in my left hand leaning on the bar and getting out my phone.

“No new notifications”

I sighed at how bored I was already. I tried the drink and almost gaged at how strong it was. I’m pretty sure it was just pain vodka with no mixer. It tasted like hand sanitiser but I still swallowed it. Lana came over a few times throughout the half an hour I’d been sitting here. I don’t know why she needed me, she was perfectly fine at talking and flirting with customers on her own.

The bell of the bar rang when the door was pushed open. Two men in suits stepped inside talking to each other indistinguishably. One of them. He stood tally over his partner. His shiny hair brushed his shoulder, bouncing everytime he moved his head. His face was chiselled with a short beard. Facial hair. He was exactly my type. Everything about him drew me in.

Who doesn’t like a man in a suit? I looked over to Lana to see if she’d clocked them. She had. She was smiling at me while subtly nodding in their direction. My eyes widened at her as we communicated in complete silence. When I looked back towards them the taller one was looking all me. We locked eyes, his brow slightly crinkled as if to say ‘have we met?’.

My mood completely changed now I’d seen him. I was more optimistic about the night. He whispered something to his partner before that guy nodded and walked off towards a table. I turned around to go back to my drink, which I almost spat out when I heard a “hey” from a silhouette behind me. “Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you” he chuckled sitting down as I held in a cough from the burning of the vodka.

“No it- it’s okay I wasn’t scared, takes a bit more than that” I laughed back, my heart was pounding against my chest and i felt my cheeks blushing. “That’s a good thing, the worlds a pretty scary place” he raised an eyebrow as he put a piece of paper down on the table and got something out of his pocket. “Your an- agent?” My eyes widened scanning his badge.

“I’m investigating these missing hikers” his explained lightly as he pushed the sheet towards me as if we were passing notes in secrecy. “Well agent Jenkins, I’d be happy to help you on this case but I’m afraid I don’t recognise these people” I told him after taking a good look at them. I wish I had recognised them so we could stay and talk longer.

“You don’t have to call me that” he told me, making me look up into his eyes. “What do i call you then?”. He looked hesitant about it but eventually pointed to the first name that was on his badge. “Issac” “nice to meet you Issac” I nodded with a twinkle. “Do I get to know your name now?” “It’s y/n” “so y/n, what are you doing drinking alone at a bar?”.

“Oh I’m not alone this is sorta a regular thing as much as I hate it” I shrugged taking another swig of my drink. “Ah- you waiting for a boyfriend?”, my eyes lifted up to his and a smile formed across my face. “No boyfriend, I’m waiting on my friend to finish her shift” I pointed to Lana. “What about you? How’s your partner feel about you travelling here to look for missing people”

Please Don’t be in love with someone else

“My only partner is him” he nodded at the other man making me laugh. “It seems like a stable relationship” I shrugged a little turning back to the man in front of me. “It is, he’s always got my back you know” he told me seeming almost proud of his partnership, keeping the playful conversation going. “So- how long do these cases usually take?”.

“Well, I hope we find them quickly they could be in danger- but i um- hope the paperwork takes a while” he smiled sweetly at me. “There’s some cabins along here” I pointed to a map he had underneath the missing person report. “They may be held up in there if one of them are injured” i flirtatious fluttered my eyes. He hesitated when looking away from me and looking at my finger pointing.

“That’s really helpful, thank you” “I hope they’re okay” I shrugged lightly. “We’re on it, they’ll be fine” he chuckled putting his arm against the bar getting comfortable. “Is that a brag that your good at your job?” “Yes” he laughed out loud at my bluntness. “It’s hard- it not fun but- parts of it are? Dose that make any sense” he chewed his lip.

“Yeah, you wouldn’t do it if you didn’t enjoy it or enjoy spending time with who you work with” I nodded understanding where he was coming from. “Yeah and perks are you get to meet new people all the time” “do you now? and do you flirt with all of them?” I raised my eyebrows smirking. But the man shook his head “never” he shrugged bluntly, I believed him.

“Y/n! Im done we can get going- Ive just heard there’s a party at Dona’s house” Lana tapped my arm from the other side of the bar. “W- now?” I asked in shock looking at her as she untied her uniform and hung it up. “Yes let’s go” she nodded to the door “until I see you again y/n” he smiled warmly at me. “Hold on a second please” I put my hand on his indicating for him not to get up. “Lana!”.

She walked back over “what’s up?” “This is Isaac he’s looking for these people, do you recognise them?” “You work for the FBI?” She questions peering at the badge on the table. “Yes, these hikers have disappeared- me and my parter have been assigned to look for them” “im so sorry agent but I haven’t seen them before, they’ve never stepped foot in here” she shrugged her shoulders shutting down the conversation straight away.

“Right well thanks for your time Lana, I should probably get on with the investigation” he said looking back at me now. “Well- good luck, not that you need it because of how good you are at your job” I joked stepping away slowly. The man chuckled shaking his head “the best, hope I see you around y/n” he brushed my shoulder with his hand as we parted ways.

My cheeks burnt up as we left the bar. Lana waited until we were outside before she started squealing. “Oh he’s deffo down for you” “do you think?” I smiled lightly getting a warm feeling inside. “He wanted to take you right back to your house” she nodded winking at me. “No- Lana i don’t want just meaningless sex anymore” I told her seriously.

I got back into the car sighing, looking towards the bar. “I- I’m sorry I didn’t realise you felt like that” she smiled weakly rubbing my knee. “Did you really feel a spark?” “It was- enchanting lana” my read cheeks burnt hotter.

“I dunno, I want to go home I’ll drop you to this party if you want”. “No it’s okay, I’ll come with you- I’m sure I can cheer you up” “no- no you don’t have to I’m not good company at the moment” I shook my head. “Why don’t you gon and get his number?”

“I- i cant, I’ll just spend forever wondering if he knew” a sigh escaped my lips before I started the car up and drove us both home. Lana did try to cheer me up but I was just angry with myself that I’d let someone like him just go. He was everything I wanted, my thoughts were echoing his name. I hoped that we’d meet again one day.

And in an effort to I went to work with Lana every day the next week. I was praying that he’d come in, maybe for a celebratory drink, or a stressed drink. But he didn’t. Seven days I waited for him to show, I was praying that was our first page and not where the storyline ended. But he didn’t come. So on the next day I didn’t go to work with Lana, what was the point.

I stayed lying in my bed scrolling through reels on my phone pretending that the outside world didn’t exist. Trying to convince myself the whole meeting was a figure of my imagination.

*Knock knock*

Was Lana finished with work already? She was supposed to be working until ten, it was only half eight. I lifted the covers off myself and checked how I looked in the mirror. Hot, as always. I walked down my stairs and went to the front door pulling it open. To my amazement there he stood. There HE stood. He was at my door??.

“Hey um…” “Issac? how- uh how did you know where I lived?” I raised my eyebrow looking around outside. “Sorry- well I went back to the bar to look for you but you obviously weren’t there, so I asked Lana were i could find you” he shrugged looking down at me from his incredible hight. “You where looking for me?” I smiled feeling way less stupid now. “Because I felt something- when I met you, something real”

“I felt it when I saw your face”. He sighed and looked up to the sky “but I haven’t been completely honest with you about who I am- what I do” he chewed his lip when looking back at me. I shuffled on my feet waiting for an answer. “My names not Issac Jenkins- it’s Sam Winchester and I don’t work for the FBI” he told me slowly not removing our eye contact. I didn’t know what to say, my hand came up to my neck scratching awkwardly.

“Why’d you lie?” “My jobs much more dangerous it requires me to lie sometimes- and im being really selfish here by telling you the truth but- I can’t help it y/n” he whispered the last part to me. I lips curved a smile involuntarily. “Can we start over? I’m Sam- and im thinking about sticking around in town for a bit longer if you’d do me the honour of taking you out for dinner tomorrow night”.

My head nodded before I even knew how to form words. “Hey, I’m y/n- and it would be a pleasure to go on a date with you tomorrow night sam” I stuck my hand out as if we’re meeting again. He chuckled and shook my hand. “Would you like to come in? I can put the kettle on and I can get to know the real you?” “Id like that” Sam agreed taking a step towards me into my home. “Your limping?”

“It was a hell of a case” he laughed with wide eyes. “I can’t wait to tell you all about it” he grinned limping past me.

It really was just the first page.

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[everydayyoulovemeless]

I don't know if you're doing requests, but I recently downloaded Tumblr again and happen to stumble across your account when looking through fallout stuff.

but, my request would be an (sfw, fluff) overboss reader x porter gage. but, here's the twist: the reader could be 16 or 17 years of age. obviously having a child as an overboss of three raider groups could never end well, but the reader knows how to hold their own; they're tough, reliable and gage gives them a chance as the overboss of nuka world, since they were able to take down colter.

the location of this one-shot would be in kiddy kingdom, after the reader convinces gage to go with them (without explaining why). the power in nuka world would be on, so the rides would be active.

could it be that the reader somehow convices gage to ride with them on one of the rides? e.i. the carousel, the spinning cars, Farris wheel, etc. gage could secretly enjoy this, but when they finally leave kiddy kingdom, the cherry on top would definitely be him saying, "listen, boss, if you tell anyone about this, I'll kill you myself."

this is completely random, and I'm unsure if you still write, but I thought this was a cute idea!

Kiddie Kingdom ↠ Platonic!Gage x Teen!Reader

➼ Word Count » 1.0k ➼ Warnings » None ➼ Summary » Reader takes Gage to ride the Ferris Wheel in Kiddie Kingdom. ➼ A/N » This is so cute! I love fluffy Gage moments <33

There weren't many people who had any hope of taking over the park once you were elected to be their new overboss. There was a lot of risk in giving all the power to some kid who just happened to win against Colter. You couldn't blame them, after all, you weren't all too sure what you were doing when you first showed up either, but you were smart and picked up on what needed to be done early on. People eventually began relying on you, and you always came through, soon enough winning the trust and loyalty of most.

“Hey, Gage, I'm headed out to Kiddie Kingdom, did you wanna come with?” You called out as you rummaged through your trunk up in the Fizztop Grille.

“What the hell are you plannin’ on doin’ all the way out there? We cleared it didn’t we?”

“You coming or not?” You asked, moving to take your place on the elevator.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll come, just gimme a second.”

Taking over the park wasn't as easy as you originally thought it'd be, especially since you had to do most of the heavy lifting, but as you walked down the dirt paths of Nuka-Town, seeing the place brought back to its former glory, all the work you accomplished felt worth it.

“Hey, boss, do I slack off on my job?" One of the Disciples called out as you and Gage passed by.

“No?” You answered, not entirely sure how to respond. It wasn't like you had files on all of your grunts, you had no idea who this guy even was.

“I told ya!” He said, hitting the other's shoulder with his hand, “Thanks, boss!”

The whole place was much more lively now that you had the power back up and running. The flashing carnival lights made everything seem brighter and more exciting. You preferred the newer atmosphere to the previous one. It was way too devoid of color and you liked how the raiders now all seemed full of wonder at everything they spotted.

"You gonna tell me why we're goin' here, or are ya just gonna keep me in the dark?" Gage glanced down at you, his rifle held firmly in his hands as he followed.

"You'll see," You spoke, "just be patient."

"Come on now, just spit it out." He pressed, "I feel like I'm walkin' into a trap."

You giggled, "Quit whining, we'll be there soon enough."

There was something so charming about the child-like aesthetics of the Kiddie Kingdom blending with the rustic horrors of the apocalypse. The bright colors and welcoming decorations added much to the impending danger that awaited behind the arches. You remember it feeling so enchanting when you and Gage first stepped foot inside the park's walls—like a Brothers Grimm fairytale.

You made a beeline to the Ferris Wheel once it came into view, "Well, hop on Gage."

"There ain't anythin' that could convince me to get on that giant deathtrap, boss." The raider retorted, "No offense, but that thing looks like it's gonna fall apart any second now."

"Come on," You said, sliding into the seats closest to the ground, "It'll be fun."

"I'm not gettin' on it."

"You followed me all the way out here, you might as well just go on one loop with me. Just press that button there and get on."

That seemed to have convinced him as he rolled his eyes, pressed the button, and slid into the capsule across from you, pulling down the handrails to keep either of you from falling out.

The heavy machinery slowly began to lift you both into the air, swaying and groaning as it did, making its age evident. It went slowly, pausing suddenly at certain moments due to it being so ancient. Gage noticeably tensed whenever it froze like that, gripping the handles with incredible force only for the ride to continue its route upward.

You were both about the same height as the castle when the ride came to a full stop, allowing you to peer out at the rest of the park.

Gage's ragged breaths continuously broke the silence, "You sure it's supposed to stop like this?"

"Yeah, I'm sure it's fine." You dismissed, waving away his concerns, "Look! You can see Fizztop Mountain!"

"That ain't nothin' special, you can see it from just 'bout anywhere in the park."

You undid your restraints and stood to better see everything, causing the capsule to sway and Gage to reach out and pull you back down into your seat.

"Knock that off! You tryin' to get us killed?"

You rolled your eyes, "Calm down, Gage, this thing's stable enough."

The look in his eye told you he didn't believe you, but he didn't argue, just strapped the bar back over your torso.

The Ferris Wheel then sparked back to life and slowly started to bring the two of you back to the ground, threatening to break at every creak and groan, until you were brought back to solid ground again.

You climbed out, jumping around excitedly at the thought of being so high up. "Ah! That was so fun! We should go on another one sometime!"

"Yeah, don't count on it."

"You can't tell me you didn't enjoy it a little bit." You said, walking quickly to keep up with Gage as he made his way back to Nuka-Town.

He couldn't hide the small grin that made its way onto his face, "No, I hated that. Felt we were gonna fall at any minute."

You only gave him a knowing glance and a doubtful hum as you clasped your hands behind your back before he finally stopped walking. “Listen, boss, if you tell anyone about this, I’ll kill you myself.”

You snickered before saluting him, “Sure thing, Gage. I doubt anyone would believe me anyway.” And with that, you both started toward the Fizztop Grille again, certain that you'd be able to get him on another ride someday.

[scuttledusk]

Lantern Eclipse Cast

THE ACCUSED

Fairywren Merlo - A hitman from Guardian City who was forced to flee after a job gone wrong.

Eddie Reeves - A successful, respected businessman of the Violet District in search of a mysterious artifact.

Ford - A Terror who spent the past 40 years in servitude and just recently gained his autonomy.

Bex Dlamini - A former Shepherd removed from service for his softness and now lost in the Cursed Wilds.

THE FORSAKEN

Heidi Cantrell - A wandering trader and musician, leader of a motley crew of outcasts and “freaks.”

Davin Fitzgerald - A protective sharpshooter with a mechanical heart of gold - or, well, titanium.

Ratshot Durchdenwald - A hyperactive young mechanic and medic-in-training with a venomous bite.

Judas Durchdenwald - A game hunter with a long family history and an even longer criminal record.

Gloria Tungalag - A singer and sniper, who’s been traveling with Heidi for as long as either can remember.

THE DEVOTED

Marcus Ramsey - Paladin of the Breaking Dawn and a trusted, noble leader to his team.

Nisha Houghton - Knight of the Breaking Dawn, a ride-or-die friend with an indomitable spirit.

Hank Montoya - Happy-go-lucky technician for the Breaking Dawn, as well as the best cook on his team.

Arthur “Art” Danus - Knight of the Breaking Dawn, blunt and judgmental but a loyal friend.

Reuben Haverkort - Cleric (or healer) of the Breaking Dawn, who has harnessed cursed magic to help others.

Sadie Clem - Knight of the Breaking Dawn, soft-spoken and timid but never one to back down from a fight.

THE HIDDEN

Anderson “Roach” Trengrove - A member of a failed revolutionary group, now the guardian of his two nephews.

Styke Trengrove - An impulsive young punk with a tendency to get into more trouble than he can handle.

Benji Trengrove - An innocent younger boy, oblivious to the horrors of the world, with a passion for sports.

Francis “Wasp” Mortimer - An old friend of Roach’s, and the only other survivor of their lost revolution.

THE INSPIRED

Pearl Artair - The charismatic and elegant owner of a nightclub in the Violet district called “The Visionary.”

Finnegan “Mercury” MacEirie - A prostitute working at the Visionary, on the run from his past.

Inez Coronel - A singer at the Visionary, as well as a collector and broker of secrets and important information.

Vera Romeo - The bartender of the Visionary, who has new romantic troubles every day without fail.

Vaughn Grandis - The owner of a rival club and an influential figure in the Violet District’s underground.

THE IDOLIZED

Kerry Faulcon - The captain of the Rhettshore Redhawks, a cordball team known all across Guardian City.

Gage Bandy - Another member of the Redhawks, calm and reasonable but a bit condescending.

Lauren Bandy - A player on the Redhawks, who fans think may drop out of the league after this season.

Emerson Wheeler - A Redhawks player widely appreciated for his looks and charm rather than his skill.

Belle Eriksson - A skilled Redhawks player who is believed to be competing with Kerry for the title of Captain.

THE DAMNED

Antony Valdovinos - The mastermind behind the Damned, leader of a deep-rooted criminal organization.

Simon Demaret - Antony’s second-in-command and personal assassin with a secretive background.

Natalia Barrueco - A down to earth but extremely irritable member of the Damned, Antony’s cousin.

Kian Kinnerk - An entertaining young man and member of the Damned, who brings his violin everywhere he goes.

Vivi Seacoal - An extremely intimidating older woman, the muscle of Antony’s inner circle.

Lazarus Cain - Friend and rival, a mysterious young assassin who is always present yet rarely seen.

I’ll try to update this whenever I need to, since new paras and storylines pop up every now and then! These are also just the “major” paras - there are a few side characters who just aren’t mentioned at all bc. this ain’t abt them

fun fact: eight people on this list are dead </3

[thegettingbyp2]

I looooooove your works so much!! They're all so well written. You really draw us readers in. Amazing.

Can this one be for Aaron Tveit, if that's alright?

What if Aaron is watching a new show, and reader really stands out to him... and he develops a show crush? (Yk like how we all are for him lol) And he keeps coming back until the cast catches on

40th Time's the Charm

The moment Aaron Tveit saw you step on stage, he knew you were going to be the woman he was going to marry. He couldn’t describe it but there was something about you that just drew him in; whenever you were onstage, you were the only person he saw. Aaron found himself going to see the show continuously, every time prepared to see you after the show but chickening out every time.

It wasn’t long before your cast mates and fans were catching on to Aaron’s continuous presence at the show and a whole Twitter account had been made with the sole intention of counting the amount of times he’d been to see the show; it was the 40th time Aaron went to see the show that the two of you were actually introduced.

‘So, what do we think? Is lover boy going to be in the audience again tonight?’ your friend, Sarah, asked as the two of you sat in your dressing room as you were putting the finishing touches to your make-up before the night’s performance.

‘He’s hardly a “lover boy” is he? He never hangs around after the show or anything, I’ve never even spoken a word to him, besides, we don’t even know who he’s coming to the show for,’ you laughed lightly. Even though you feigned nonchalance, there was always an excited thrill that ran through your body when you saw Aaron in the audience. You stepped out on stage for the final time that week and you knew before even looking out into the audience that he was there.

---

You stepped out of the theatre after the show, ready to go home and do absolutely nothing the following day.

‘Hey.’

You turned around to find the source of the voice and was surprised when you saw Aaron standing a couple of paces away from you, his hands stuffed into his coat pockets. ‘Hey,’ you replied, a smile lighting up your face as a nervous energy filled your body as you turned around to face him.

‘You were great tonight,’ Aaron said, stepping closer to you.

‘Thank you,’ you said, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks. ‘Took you long enough to come and say hi,’ you teased, causing him to blush.

‘Yeah, every time I’ve been to the show I’ve wanted to come and say hi, I’ve just been nervous.’

‘Why?’ you asked, genuinely confused as to why he’d be nervous to stop by at the end of the show.

‘Because you’re really pretty and talented, you know?’ he said bashfully, bringing his hand to the back of his neck and you couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of your throat.

‘Well I’m happy you did decide to come and say hi, every time I’ve seen you in the audience, I’ve hoped that you’d come by after.’

‘Really?’

‘Yeah, you’re really pretty and talented too.’

Aaron let out a relieved laugh and took the final step closer to you. ‘Well I guess 40th time’s the charm then. Can I take you out on a date tomorrow?’

All of a sudden, you felt a rush of adrenaline burst through your body and going home was suddenly the last thing you wanted to do. ‘I’m free now? There’s a coffee shop that’s still open just round the corner we can go to? And then if you’re not bored of me, we can still go on that date tomorrow.’

The grin that split across Aaron’s lips caused your own smile to widen as he carefully took your hand in his, trying to gage your reaction and make sure that him holding your hand was okay. The two of you started heading in the direction you’d pointed.

‘(Y/N), I’ve been to the show 40 times, I don’t think I’ll ever get bored of you.’

[romancomicsnews]

Who should play Ted Kord in the DCU?

*slight spoilers for Blue Beetle in theaters now!*

I have now seen Blue Beetle twice now, and I absolutely loved it. From the cast, the cinematography, to the action and the drama, it may be my favorite DC movie. If I had one nitpick, I was hoping to see a little more inclusion, at the very least a cameo, of Ted Kord.

Ted Kord in the comics is the second Blue Beetle and the sometimes mentor to Jaime, sometimes deceased hero. In this movie they opted for a middle ground, Ted is missing, and does not appear in the film.

However in our mid credits scene, we find a message from Ted, stating he is alive and needs his daughters help.

While this excites me for future installments of the franchise, it did leave my wheels turning as to who should play Ted in a sequel to Blue Beetle. And I think I have some solid picks. First let's look at what has come before:

Live Action Depictions:

None. Sorta.

While Brandon Routh plays Ray Palmer, the character was set up and meant to be the Blue Beetle. He originally appears in Arrow, described as tech CEO who looks to use technology to become a superhero and challenge the Green Arrow.

However, before this season, Arrow mentioned Ted Kord and Kord Industries so much, one can assume that the character that would become the Atom was originally Ted Kord.

And there are a lot of similarities! Both use technology, both are dorky, corny and well intentioned smart dummies. I think Routh does a great Kord audition here.

We want someone charming, dorky, and even silly. Ted Kord is a silver age hero, and needs to feel like it.

Film Stipulations

For the first time I fancast, we actually have some clues and hurdles for casting.

We learn quite a bit about Ted Kord from the Blue Beetle movie. He is obsessed with the scarab, he fought in and for Palmera City, but wasn't iconic enough to be remembered by many. He was remembered foundly by Rudy though, who is played by George Lopez, who is 62.

Bruna Marquezine plays his daughter, who is 28, and Susan Sarandon plays his older sister at 76. Gaging this range we can assume Ted is somewhere between 55-65, so our actor needs to be in that age range.

We also know Susan Sarandon is very white, and Jenny is mixed, so we're looking for a white actor.

Characteristics

Ted Kord is a classic hero. He is corny, he is fun, and he is weird. We know he is obsessed with the scarab, so someone who can get a little unhinged would be good.

One aspect of Kord I loved from the movie was this inventions didn't always work. He was a genius but a janky one. I like the idea of mad scientist meets heartfelt hero.

We also need someone who feels like they've been a hero for a longtime, and maybe not always the best one.

Honorable Mentions

One interesting aspect of Ted Kord is his history of being adapted through other characters. We brought up Brandon Routh as Ray Palmer playing a version of Blue Beetle, but Patrick Wilson similarly did so.

Alan Moore's Watchmen character Nite Owl II was based off or Ted Kord. You can see it in his suit, gadgets and even ship.

Blue Beetle is often compared to Batman for being so similar. While he just made his reappearance in The Flash, George Clooney is in our age range and kind of fits perfectly.

While I'm usually against actors playing separate superhero roles, I think in this case it can be a fun wink and nod to the viewers, while oddly enough honoring the character.

So if Brandon Routh, George Clooney or Patrick Wilson want the role, I think they should take it.

Finally, a popular fancast and rumor was Jason Sudekais was taking the role.

I absolutely love this casting, and would be happy with it. But I want some originality in my pick, so I have my own as well.

So let's get into my picks:

3. Eric Bana

Starting off strong with an actor who has done superhero media but not in the DC universe.

You may know him from The Other Boleyn Girl, Star Trek or the Time Traveler's Wife, but most would remember him as Bruce Banner from 2003s The Hulk.

While Bana was wrong for Banner, I think he has the making of an excellent Kord. He has those classic hero features, the voice, the look, and I think the range to pull this off. He even had a solid comedic voice performance in Chip n Dale as Monterey Jack.

I do think Bana can play a generic once was hero, but I'd like a little more life in my Blue Beetle. So while I think he is a solid, my top 2 and honestly my honorable mentions would be much better.

2. Patrick Dempsey

Known for roles in Grey's Anatomy and Enchanted, Patrick Dempsey's character work leads me to believe he'd be a good fit here.

Dempsey has a voice that if utilized well, can be very silver age. I think his background in romantic comedies can be utilized with such a funny cast. Dempsey would be the dorkiest to put in the suit, and would pull off that mad genius hero line well.

My main problem with Dempsey is whether he can feel like a mentor. While the others on my list can pull it off, I don't know if I've ever seen Dempsey play the guy who knew what he was doing. I think he's got the chops for it and I'd be happy to see him try.

1. Stanley Tucci

Stanley Tucci is a gem.

I could list off his credentials for days but you probably love him from something. He has charisma, mad scientist energy, and can clearly rock the bald look The Beetle costume gives ya.

Tucci also has charisma with just about anyone. I can't think of an actor more widely loved in pretty much everything he is in. He would bring his A Game with such an incredible cast.

He's also had experience mentoring a young hero. He played Abraham Erskine in Captain America the First Avenger, where he mentored a young Steve Rogers.

At 62, he is right in the age range we want. He's got the build, he's got the charm, and absolutely seems like the type of hero who would make a Beetle Mech with a fart button.

Overall, I can see Tucci returning and playing Kord for several solid movies, even spinning off with my Booster Gold and having adventures, or making the ultimate sacrifice.

Either way, Stanley Tucci is my Ted Kord.

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[that-glitter-chick]

Day six of Autobot Jazz Week, prompt is “Bodywork”, song is “Dress you up in my love” by Madonna.

Ficlit: Marking His Territory

Prowl and Jazz we’re sitting near the bonfire, taking advantage of the light it provided. No one else seemed to be paying any attention to what they were doing.

Optimus was lost in his own thoughts, gazing into his cube of Energon like he’d find the secrets of the Universe if he could just get to the bottom of it. Suri was teaching Grimlock and the Dinobots how to toast marshmallows, though Prowl prayed the little girl would just give the sticky sweets to her fellow humans and not let the prehistoric mechs try them. Ratchet was watching them with a scowl, as though he was worried about the same possibility as the young Ninja. Bulkhead and Bumblebee where in gaged in an exercise of one-up manship with Sentinal, as they bragged about their feats of bravery during the last battle, and the humans were relaxing for once, eating hotdogs and hamburgers.

“What are you engraving? I can’t make it out upside down.” Prowl asked his mate, who was currently engraving something in beautiful scroll-glyphs upon his left forearm.

“My designation. That way everyone who sees it will know, who’s Spark you own.” The Music-smith paused in his work just long enough to place a chase kiss to the Ninja’s Helm.

“All who read Cybertronian anyway.” Prowl chuckled.

“Those who don’t, will ask. And then you get to brag about me. Ain’t I thoughtful? You’re welcome Love.” Jazz grinned, charming in his teasing. Prowl just smiled and shook his Helm fondly at his antics.

“What are you guys doing huddled over here all by yourselves?” Captain Carmine Fanzone asked, arching an eyebrow at them like a suspicious father figure.

“Jazz is giving me an engraving.” Prowl proudly bent his arm so the Earthling could see the work in progress.

“Huh, wonders never cease. I guess that’s like the Cybertronian equivalent of a tattoo then?” The portly blond man inquired, oddly fascinated despite his usual disdain for anything from their culture.

Prowl had no idea what a ‘tattoo’ was, but thankfully Jazz did.

“That’s exactly what it is Sir.” Jazz grinned in his friendly manner.

His curiosity satisfied, the human just nodded and went back to his seat with the other Terrans, leaving the Conjunx to themselves.

“Finish it Sweetspark, I want to show the others.” Prowl’s engine purred and Jazz felt himself blush at his mate’s enthusiasm.

‘To think he’s this happy to have my designation as apart of his body.’ Thankfully his visor blocked the view of him blinking back tears. “Ok Love, but when I’m done, you put yours on me next.”

“Deal!” And Prowl sealed it with a kiss.

[sunskate]

G/F skate great, besides a slightly wonky 2nd twizzle they look sharp for September. the opening section to Land of 1000 Dances is fun (more rolling on the ice, though😩), but then the music stops so completely it could be the end of the program. from there it feels disjointed- the last song could leave you on a high, but it's so short it feels like it's over before it can go anywhere. not sure if this program is going to hold up in this form against what other top teams have in store

Neset/Markelov are so talented, their unison is often gorgeous. people are projecting that they're going to rise fast or even take over after next season. but i want them to just have their transition and enjoy it for what it is. their PCS today were a little bit higher than last season, still in the 7s, and they had level 1 + 2 in the DiSt and PSt1. this ABBA RD reads a little bit junior to me, not in how they're skating it, but in the choreo - disco's very square in the rhythm, so it lends itself to pointing and pumping with the beat, but that looks basic if you do too much of it. someone pointed out they don't skate to the beat, they skate to the melody, and it's true- they flow so well but rhythm and sharpness isn't their strength yet, so it could be this is the choreo that worked for them in this style

i don't get this Morozov/Chen RD at all. Nikolai Morozov is listed as their sole choreographer, though Charlie White said he worked on the FD at least, so ISU bios, not necessarily the whole truth. Oona and Gage's RD to the same James Brown song is so much more in the style, they pick up on the bass line, the choreo lines up with the phrasing, the dancing makes sense for the music - none of that is happening in the M/C RD. there's a lot of distracting hairography and arm waving for energy from Jeffrey. if you look past that, they seem to be gelling, and she gives more performance doing less

Soucisse/Firus were there without a Canadian coach, i think for $$ reasons - it looked like Barbara was with them at the boards. and hey, they skated James Brown too - same song even, and this RD also made better choreo sense than the M/C one. Shane especially was so committed - the way the music changes didn't line up at all with the elements was puzzling. but he was having a great time lol she could come up to match his energy. for a team who's skated together so long, their free legs are often not the same

IAMO teams - i love the details and fun of Leia and Pietro's RD - nobody else is doing anything like it. and almost every little gesture, is related to the style. lots of inventive little touches. i think they're faster now than they were last season. they had little issues in the twizzles today. but some of the choreo elements are sharper and timed more crisply and with more amplitude than in the summer comps

Sam and Daniel - i'm so happy for them - they're going more deeply into the ice, you see more knee bend, and whatever he changed about his posture and free leg, it's giving him a very very long line lol still have no idea why we didn't see them most of last season, but they've used their time away well

Athena and Eric - congrats on their first big senior international - they did well 🎉

the younger Italian teams - Paolina/Tuba are also newly senior and haven't been together that long but have some ease and musicality to them. they train with Valter Rizzo. i also liked Argentieri/Riva's ABBA RD - they were charming - they're with Luca Lanotte

and the German team, Karl/Hoferichter skated to Sweet Home Alabama and the Devil Went Down to Georgia in bedazzled denim and did a little nod to square dancing 🇩🇪💙🇺🇸

[poolpvrty]

Favourite underrated character/headcanons about them??

had to take a minute to think about this because I'm honestly not sure... maybe peter? i don't have too many headcanons for him because i really enjoy his personality/character in canon and i don't want to mess with it too much, but i do have a few!

he grew up sheltered with only his mother for company, no sisters or brothers and no father figure. i like the idea that his mom has some sort of mental illness (severe and dibilitating contamination OCD, bipolar disorder with psychotic features, maybe munchausen by proxy) and this leads to their relationship morphing into something wildly unhealthy. peter is rarely let out of the house due to his mother's varying fears and he's forced to take on an almost care taker role with her, despite him only being a kid.

↑ this leads to his own issues being overlooked/never seen by anyone other than his mother. I've seen the hc that peter is a psychopath or a sociopath a few times, and i do think it's really intriguing. like i can totally get behind him being a sociopath and hiding it from his friends for years. but i like the idea of peter just being a selfish, unopinionated coward with no clinical reason for it way more. but i subscribe to both visions.

he has the biggest, most disgustingly obsessive crush on james. it developed very early on in their friendship, and it only gets worse as the years go by. he silently despises lily/anyone james gets romantically involved with because he's so unbelievably devoted to james it's actually a little insane. I'm talking genuine worship. james potter can do absolutely no wrong in peter's eyes, he is a saint among men and nobody can love him the way peter loves him. the first time peter ever has thoughts of harming others is when lily insults james publicly for the first time because how dare she say anything negative about the most perfect person alive

adding onto this: i hc that peter is bisexual but male leaning. however, I've seen him as demisexual/demiromantic before and i really like that, too! although, i don't think peter would actively try to find a label that aligns with his feelings. i don't even think it would be something he thinks about, he just is who he is and he's fine with that. i can picture remus one day mentioning/describing the term bisexual to the group and peter briefly thinks something like "oh yeah that's me i guess" before moving on completely but that's pretty much it.

he's pretty much average in most school subjects, but out of his friends he's the best at arithmancy and ancient runes. peter isn't nearly as academically or strategically intelligent as the other 3 boys but he isn't a complete idiot!! he did just fine in school, passed most of his exams, and was a solid part of the marauders joint mischief making (he was their friend for a reason guys, c'mon...) i also really like the hc that while, yes, sirius james and remus were better in classes than him, peter was talented at thinking on the fly. much more than they were. he's a huge procrastinator and pressure drives him to not only complete tasks, but to do them well. the other boys look to him in times of crises (eg. escaping filch, lying to teachers, etc.) because peters brain just works faster than theirs do when adrenaline is pumping.

he's a fantastic liar. i mean truly, it's absurd and a little scary. the boys used to treat it as some sort of joke because they often underestimated him, but peter is a very talented manipulator. if sirius is good at charming those around him, peter is good at straight up gaslighting you and making you doubt yourself/your memory. he's so meek and quiet and kind that you really wouldn't expect it, but that's exactly why it works so well for him. he's an observer, he gages peoples emotions with ease because he's always watching and listening, he knows how to act and what to say to make you feel crazy. and he does it for fun sometimes. i like thinking he's a pathological liar, too (sirius is the only one who picks up on this, and it's part of the reason why he asks him to be secret keeper instead → 1. he's less noticable as a person, 2. peter is literally so good at talking his way out of things he'd be fine regardless).

i have more thoughts on peter but these are probably my favorite things to think about! especially the bit with his mom. i rarely see anyone giving headcanons for his upbringing/home life and it kinda irks me... me personally, i picture young peter as this kinda morally repugnant ten year old staring longingly out his bedroom window at the neighborhood kids. because he desperately wants friends but he literally isn't allowed to leave the house... and also people sort of terrify him. meanwhile his mother has her face against their kitchen floor scrubbing at the tiles with a tooth brush and bleach. he's talking her down from a complete mental breakdown whenever she's convinced she somehow accidentally put a dead animal in their dinner and he's helping her clean their already basically sterile bathroom on christmas eve. the whole situation is so unhealthy and toxic and suffocating... but it's consequences are so fun to think about

[danses-with-dogmeat]

Day 30 -- Porter Gage

The (nsfw) details for Kinktober, Day 30 are just below the cut!

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Bondage with Gage x M! Sole

Yay! Charming bastard trash boy strikes again. And this time, it's steamy, lol. Okay, anyway, I love writing for him. And thanks for your patience, I know his is out a little late. 😅

I hope you enjoy! 😁

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Included: Bondage, restraints, butt plugs, blow jobs, facefuck, rough sex, anal sex, dirty talk, marking, spanking, one slap, anal creampie, cum shot, prostate orgasm, aftercare.

3k words.

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“Oh, darlin’, just look atcha.” Gage’s lips curled into a crude smile at the sight spread before him. “All wrapped up like an xmas day gift.” He was speaking so quietly. You knew he was standing there, by the entrance to the bedroom. You could hear his voice, but couldn’t make out the words. 

“Just for me.” His tone became feral, a growl leaving him lowly as you heard the heavy footfalls of his boots on the hard floor approach you.

He ceased his speaking, and his moving, and you strained to hear anything else.

You’d been left here, like this, for hours, it seemed. Gage had promised he’d come back, but hadn’t said how long he’d be away.

It was maddening, waiting for him. Waiting for him like this.

Your jaw ached as the ball gag spread your mouth wide open, making your cheeks squish upwards and your teeth feel like they were throbbing. The ropes tied around your flesh, holding your arms in place behind you, began to burn. They hadn’t been too tight, you’d told Gage that when he’d tied them, but now, after so long… they felt almost as hard and unforgiving as the steel cuffs around your ankles, holding your legs invitingly apart, exposing you for anyone who might venture into your bedroom.

You hadn’t heard the lock sound when Gage left, and your heart had been beating anxiously all this time at the thought of some other raider barging in to see their Overboss in such a state as this.

Worst of all, worse than the spreader bar and the ropes, the gag, the blindfold, worse even, than the pinching clamps upon your nipples, was the plug. The damn thing was bigger than any other you’d taken, and despite the copious amount of lube, Gage had had to work to get it inside you. And even more than that, the devilish device vibrated.

He’d left it on a low setting, let it drive you beyond insanity as you stayed so close to your own release, but were never allowed to spill over. Your hard, yearning cock made sure Gage knew just how much his toy was affecting you. His toy, and everything else.

It was so much. It was too much.

You wanted to plead with your partner, tell him to relieve you of all this, but you knew he would. Eventually, this would all be worth it.

“Just pretty as a picture. Wish you could see what all you’re doin’ to me.”

You felt the bed shift beneath you, and it creaked as Gage climbed aboard.

“An I’m bettin’ you need me to, eh? Look at that…” He tutted from behind you. You heard his hand scrape against the fabric of the bed sheets below your restrained body.

He whistled low.

“Boy, was I right… You went an’ soaked the whole goddamn bed. Heh. You really like that new toy I found you, huh? Better give me a raise for that, eh boss?”

The bed shook as Gage chuckled.

You tried to hold back a whimper.

Can we just get on with it, Porter? It’s been so fucking long, and this damn thing is still fucking vibrating.

“Just kiddin’. Oh, but baby, what’s all this?”

Without further warning, Gage’s rough, calloused fingers made contact with the tight, red skin of your cock. And he wasn’t gentle.

You shouted in surprise, through the rubber of your gag, as he grasped you.

“My, my. That’s somehtin’. Ain’t never seen color like this. You must be pretty uncomfortable, huh sweetheart?” He laughed again as he saw the way your hips bucked at his touch.

You were so close already, your throbbing member more than ready to spill everything that had been gathering within you these past hours. You felt so goddamn heavy, so tight, like your body was unwilling to let go of everything that was so pent up inside. Like it was working overtime to please your partner without your say.

It was no wonder Gage loved when you got like this.

“Should put a ring on ya next time. Woulda helped minimize the spill here on the sheets. Woulda helped hold everythin’ in. Then you would’ve been really desperate. Oh, and even more sensitive.”

He chuckled again as he released your cock from his grasp, and it sprung back up and tapped your stomach, and even that motion proved almost too much. Your entire body flexed at the feeling.

“Fuck, this is hot. Already got me leaking.” His voice was rough, and you believed him.

Your body jolted as his hand suddenly came down on your ass, undoubtedly leaving a crimson mark of its likeness against you.

“But I can’t just give it to you, huh? I mean… You’ve been good ‘n all, but you didn’t really have a choice in that, did ya?”

You groaned through the gag, tears gathering in your eyes as the man stalled even further.

What the fuck? I did everything. I stayed here. I didn’t ring the bell he’d left, I didn’t try to scream through it, and I was good when he just fucking grabbed my— Ugh, whatever.

Gage was never fair. Never.

He’s a goddamn raider. And a backstabber. I knew what I was getting myself into.

And not that you’d ever say it to him, but damn, how you loved this shit.

The bed moved again, and you felt his presence shift. You didn’t need to guess where he would end up, so it was no surprise when you felt those same rough fingers on the straps of your gag. He pulled the rubber ball away, and you immediately closed your mouth, testing the way your jaw could move and relieving some of the strain in the process.

Gage grabbed hard at your shoulders, and hauled your whole body forward, until your chin was hanging off the bed. It put a new pressure on your throat, this angle, but he didn’t seem to care. In the next moment, you felt the wet, searing tip of his cock press to your lips. Eagerly, you opened as wide as you could, and he thrust shallowly inside, reaching the back of your throat quickly, with the pressure of the mattress upon your neck.

“Fuck, that’s it.”

He thrusted again, both hands holding your head in place as he used your mouth like a fleshlight. With this angle, it was tough to breathe, and soon enough you were choking on him. He groaned at the way your mouth and throat contracted around him as you tried in vain to gulp down air, and then pulled away, just as your vision started to blur. Not that you could really notice, with the blindfold covering your eyes.

You gasped and gulped in air as you heard him chuckle again above you, and his hands stroked over the back of your head in a touch that was as soothing as they could come, when it came to Gage.

He just lives for this, doesn’t he?

“Well, that was fun, eh? Look how red you got, baby. Almost the same color as your cock.”

Fuck you. You thought to say. But that would only make it worse. Make him take your throat again, make him wait fucking longer to just fuck you already.

“Think that’s good? Sure am hard enough to take you now, that’s for certain.”

You nodded mutely, unsure if he really wanted your opinion on it at all, but still… You couldn’t hide your desperation.

“'M sure you think so, huh? You been ready for for me fer hours.” His hand brushed over your jaw, then up your face, and he gave your covered cheek a light smack.

“Isn’t that right, Sole?”

You didn’t speak. You knew not to speak, knew it was a test, but you nodded. Gage made a gruff noise of approval, and you felt the wet rubber gag at your lips again. Enthusiastically, you spread your lips, and allowed him to place it back in your mouth, showing him your willingness, your obedience. He fastened it tight again, and his hands pushed you back on the bed, so your chin could rest upon the mattress.

“A’right, guess you earned somethin’ for all this fuss, huh?”

You heard each slow footstep as he made his way to the end of the bed again, and felt his hands on your hips as he hauled you back. Now your feet hung off the other end of the bed.

You shivered in anticipation.

His hand came down again on your ass once more, and you yelped, even as you felt your cock perk up against you.

“I really spoil you, you know that?” His fingers finally went to the place you’d been waiting for, and circled lightly around the end of the plug between your cheeks. “All these toys, all the time I put inte ya. S’all so much more than anybody else has gotten outta me.”

You must like me, or something. You thought cheekily, but it was hard to believe it was true at the moment, with the way he had your body screaming for him as he teasingly prodded at the plug, pushing and pulling it a few centimeters at a time until you felt your mind cloud over with blinding need.

“Ah well, was bound to happen sometime. Guess I’m just gettin’ soft. Heh, well, kinda.”

He slapped your ass again with his other hand, and you bit down hard into the gag.

“On the inside, at least.”

Finally, finally, his fingers gripped the outside of the plug in earnest, and it began to ease out of you.

“Alright baby, I’d say spread ‘em wide for me, but… It ain’t like you gotta choice in this, huh?”

With that, he tugged, and the vibrating torture device slid free of your hole, leaving you gaping and trembling in its wake. You sighed from deep in your throat, and heard the raider laugh at you again.

“You really liked this, didn’t you? Hafta remember that.” You heard the plug plop down on the mattress, and Gage’s hands both smoothed over the cheeks of your ass, before he let one hand settle at your entrance. He pushed two fingers in suddenly, but they were nothing compared to the girth of the plug, and your hips shifted backwards, asking for more.

You couldn’t see him, obviously, but you could see his smile in your mind. Smug and hungry and devious all at once.

Please, Gage, baby. Now. Now, I can’t wait any longer.

He scissored the digits in you, but found almost no resistance at all.

“Maybe that plug was too big, eh baby? Don’t want my cock just swimmin’ in ya. Guess we’ll find out.”

Yes. Find out. Now. Yes.

His hand left your ass in favor of gripping his rock-hard cock, and you finally felt the telltale pressure of his thick head at your entrance.

Don’t think the plug was too big.

You gulped. He said that almost every time he had one in you, but it’s never the case. Gage is always bigger.

With a push of his hips, your partner was feeding his member into you, easing the thickness through the pressure with the help of the remaining lube left from earlier that day. It wasn’t much help though, and you found your teeth gritting harder into the gag as a low groan was forced from deep in your throat.

“Ah, that’s that good shit.” Gage moaned out as he pushed all the way inside, “Goddamn, I shoulda just stayed with you like this all this time. Fuck the plug, man, this shit should just be mine.”

Your fingers clenched and unclenched around nothing from where they were tied over your back, your legs shook where they were fastened in the spreader bar, and you could feel the way your channel gripped tightly around his imposing shaft as he began to thrust in and out in slow, shallow movements.

You were at his mercy. Completely. And you knew this slow pace wouldn’t last.

The signs were there, as you felt his hands grip your hips tightly, as you felt him pull your body back as he shoved forward into you, jamming the head of his cock as far inside as it could go, until you were getting periodic shocks of pleasure up your whole body. His pace picked up as the sound of your throaty groans grew louder, as his breaths spilled out behind you in heavy pants. The drag of his cock against you was rough, it left you feeling raw and used, but it was so… delicious. Like the fine burn of fiery spices on your tongue, searing as they slid down your throat and warming you from the inside out.

Soon enough, there was no need for his hands to haul you back against him, despite the restraints limiting your mobility, you were mostly doing the work yourself, trying hard to drive the head of your partner’s cock into that sensitive, explosive place deep inside you. You felt your need building with each thrust, and your cock was fit to burst at even the slightest touch.

But Gage was holding off, focusing on his own pleasure first. With him, you had to earn yours. It made it so much better when you did.

His thrusts were growing sloppy, desperate, as he shoved into you over and over again. You could feel sweat dripping down from your body, could feel your needy cock dripping with need, could feel and hear his throaty breaths, and there was a pain where he gripped your hips hard enough to mark you.

“Fuck, baby, almost got me there. C’mon. Bit more.” Gage grunted behind you, and you whimpered through your gag in response, thrusting your hips back as hard as you could with the ropes burying into you, with that bar holding your ankles far apart.

“There. That’s it.” He drove hard into you, at speeds fast and rough enough that they didn’t seem human, and you felt like you would catch fire from the friction of it.

You cried out as he found his release, and on his last hard shove into you, you found yours as well. His hot, spurting cock jammed into that sensitive place deep within, and sent you tumbling over that final edge. You both cried out as you writhed against each other. Your cock couldn’t hold off any longer, and just as Gage emptied his load inside you, you spilled yours all over the mattress below.

Gage’s hips pulsed and his hands gripped as you trembled and cried out beneath him. Your legs shook violently as you spurted out enough cum to fill a nuka cola bottle to the brim, as you spilled out everything that had been building up all this time.

One more groan from your partner, one more pulse, and he was done. One hand came down on your ass cheek in an affectionate but gruff pat.

“Heh, that was good, baby.” His hands smoothed over your skin, in a motion that maybe was meant to be relaxing, but you couldn’t relax, not if you tried.

“Aw shit, you still goin’? Goddamn.” Your legs still trembled as your cock pulsed and jerked and spewed the last of your release down onto the ruined sheets. It was overwhelming. The release of it. The tightness you’d felt had been more overwhelming than you’d realized.

But now… Now you felt light. Like you could float off into the sky and see the Commonwealth from high above the clouds.

“Here ya are. That’s it. Heh. Goddamn, baby. I mighta kept you like this too long, huh?”

You shook your head.

It was worth it. You wanted to tell him.

You hadn’t realized it, you hadn’t thought that that would actually be the case, but it was true. It was fucking worth it.

Gage pulled out of you slowly, knowing the drag of him against your channel would be uncomfortable after all his rough handling of you.

“It don’t matter much now though, do it? Gonna make you feel better, alright? Just hold tight for me.”

You let yourself relax, let yourself breathe heavily and regain some semblance of composure as your partner began to release you from your restraints.

His hands were uncharacteristically gentle as he smoothed them over your hot skin, soothing the marks he’d left and slowly untying the ropes. He loosened his knots before moving next to your gag, pulling it from you, along with the blindfold.

“Better?”

You nodded to him, not yet trusting your voice.

“Lemme get the rest off. Here.”

The ropes slid over your skin as he pulled them off you, and your arms fell down to the mattress as your back un-arched itself. Then the buckles loosened around your ankles, and you laid your body down fully on the soiled mattress. You were too tired to care about the wetness you felt below your tired body.

“C’mon baby. C’mere.”

Gage wasn’t too tired to care. Apparently.

With that, he pulled you up. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and he carried you off, hauling you up from the mattress and bringing you down the hall to the largest couch you have. He sat down with you still in his arms, settling you in his lap as he leaned back into the cushions. 

“What’re you doing?” You asked him tiredly.

“Takin’ care of my Overboss. Don’t want you sleepin’ in there after all that. Even I’ve got my limits when it comes to hygiene.”

You laughed at that weakly, and closed your eyes for a moment as you leaned your forehead against the raider’s shoulder.

“Man, really tuckered you out, huh?”

You nodded.

“Heh, alright. We can talk in the mornin’, just… You good baby? I know I was rough wich ya.”

“‘M good.” You mumbled with a smile, and his hand rubbed over your back as you settled in against him.

“Hm. Good.”

Your eyes closed fully, blackness encasing you as sleep called your name, and just as you answered its call, you felt Gage’s strangely soft lips brush the top of your head.

“Real good.” He whispered, and you drifted off.