#of course i was amazed with the writing of the show

[arcane-ish]

BTW, I have some major issues with Amanda but looking at IMDB credits she is clearly the most accomplished/experienced writer in the realm on tv. By like ... a mile.

With her other credits being on widely respected shows like Severance, True Detective, True Blood and another 8,4 on IMDb Edge of Normal.

That's why imo if people want to spread the myth of the "secret good and influential writer" to me it always seemed at the most plausible that it might be a dark horse type like Connor whose expertise is largely outside of tv. Because nobody who didn't return in s2 had that amazing track record.

And you gotta remember, that magical person would have to be not only experienced it would also have to be somebody who other people would listen to.

I think people also fail to consider the huge, huge wait between writing and airing. It's pretty clear that they didn't really write s2 till after s1 had concluded/they didn't get the green light to do s2 till after s1 was successful.

So it's pretty reasonable that some writers had moved on to other projects or emotionally moved on.

The other not so fun idea for people of course is that the "secret actually good writer" bases on track record is actually Amanda and s1 is better because she wrote more directly in s1.

And at the same time we KNOW she still had a lot of influence in s2. We know she was the one closely working with Alex and Christian, that they were the shrunken writers room that still worked together despite Covid.

(btw, Connor is another one we can rule out, he's still employed by riot, according to Twitter he had already moved to write for Legends of Runeterra in 2018. Any he describes his involvement with Arcane as 1) small 2) mostly in the pre timeskip era. There also certainly didn't seem to be any hard feelings on his part.

And

So at the most you can speculate he could be a reason why the vibes in act 1 were different from later (ie close relationship between the sisters, more rebellious Vi), but he doesn't seem to feel involved with post Act 1 Arcane.

For what it's worth, I theorize that there might be some cultural differences between the west and other regions. In a lot non western cultures it is considered a lot more normal to take care of family members. While western culture values individualism and self expression more.

So from a more familial cultural background it might seem more as a bug, a flaw that the show would end with Vi giving up on Jinx. But imo Christian and Amanda were approaching it more from an individual western cultural heritage where it is considered more normal and admirable to "outgrow" your family and choose a path different from your parents.

Ie that's something that is very unlikely that would have changed.

(I've actually been thinking about things that I think might have changed with a more s1 style writing team, and my guess is actually a stronger s2 writing room might have vetoed Isha because she's just so obviously a shortcut. But imo the corners of reuniting briefly with Vander, Ambessa/Noxus as big bad, CaitVi together and Vi&Jinx apart as well as space wizard Viktor likely would have always been there.

We also should rule out the option that if there has been more arguments in the s2 writers room it would also just have taken longer)

Source: Bilibili

The more I think about arcane S2, the more I wanna say "screw you S2 writers!!" Someone on Bilibili was so frustrated they emailed one of the key writers of season 1, who basically said most of the talented writers from s1 left S2. This leaves S2 a hollow shell that's drifted away from the original "letting the character core/personality/behaviour drive the plot". Hell, the s1 writer himself hasn't even watched s2.

I love arcane, even got the artifact edition and everything, but S2 is overrated & a disappointment to S1, the forever goat. Butchered characters, rushed content... Sigh.

[magics-neptunes-things]

Birthday

Hi guys!

This is the first time I write something for Lia Wälti and Mariona Caldentey, I hope you will like it. Like always this is a fiction, I'm not saying in any way that is what happened in real life.

This story happens just after the first leg of the semi-finale, when Arsenal lost 2-1 against Lyon.

Enjoy ♥

Lia feels a little bit ashamed. She’s not as sad or distressed about their loss today as she should probably be. Today Arsenal played against Lyon at the Emirates, but her team couldn’t win and lost 2-1 against the French team. Of course she is disappointed, she’s not stupid and she knows that she won’t have a lot of other possibilities to qualify for a Champions League’s finale. She’s getting old and today even older because it’s her birthday.

But that is the exact reason why she doesn’t feel as sad as she should be. Because even if they lost today, she still has her girlfriend cooking for her in her flat in St-Albans.

Mariona is fully concentrated on her meal, not leaving the rice of her paella with her eyes for two seconds. But like this Lia has all the time she wants to look at her. Study her.

She is amazed to realise how Mariona fits in her life in London. When they first met, when Ana invited her to join her, Mariona and a few friends in Mallorca, she would never have imagined that it would come to this day.

When Lia met Mariona, she was struggling with her mental health. Arsenal wasn’t in a great shape, and she was still under the feelings related to her first bad break up.

When she realised that she actually was falling for the smile and simplicity of Mariona, and that Mariona was feeling the same, she got really scared. Because she promised herself not to fall for someone again. She wasn’t feeling ready to be in a relationship again, not after all she had to deal with.

Caitlin and her broke up after almost two years of their relationship. Caitlin always has been genuine with her, talking to her about her doubts, her feelings and everything. But the fear of not to be enough again was almost suffocating, even if her relationship with Mariona had not even begun yet.

But Mariona has been the patient incarnate. She waited for Lia to be ready for each step, never pushing her to anything, but still showing so much care and genuine affection that the Swiss woman felt herself melt more than once.

Lia thought that Mariona living in Barcelona and herself in London was a good thing at first. And it probably was. It helped her to take the distance she needed to feel in control of her feelings and their relationship. It was always fun and lovely to find her girlfriend for a few days in London or in Barcelona. They even went on vacation together in Ibiza and Lia took her to Switzerland for a few days.

It took her almost one year to present Mariona to her parents, but the Spaniard never felt disappointed about it. She met Meret, Lia’s sister, during the first months of their relationship though and it was enough for her for now. Lia needed the opinion of her sister to be sure about Mariona.

And when Mariona came to London, everything went so smoothly and easily. Lia didn't even have to talk to her about living together or not, because Mariona decided alone to have her proper flat. Not far away from Lia though, but it was perfect like this.

But now, after almost one year with Mariona in London, Lia must admit that Mariona is probably more at her home than hers. The way she knows where to find what she needs in her kitchen probably tells everything. The Spanish snacks next to the Swiss one too.

Loving Mariona is easy. She is the most respectful and understanding person ever. The only thing she asks from Lia is her sincerity about everything and communication. And with those two things, their relationship is stronger than ever.

Lia didn’t want any PDA, showing each other on social media or anything. She doesn’t have any problem with the idea of talking about each other to their friend, but she would rather for the public to stay away from them. She made that mistake in her former relationship, and it probably adds more difficulties to everything.

Mariona playing in Arsenal could have been a source of drama. After all, Lia’s ex and her new girlfriend are playing here too. But we are still talking about Mariona, and she doesn’t seem to be disturbed by that situation one single second. She gets along great with everyone, Katie and Caitlin included. She brings something special with her and everyone in the team is glad of her presence in Arsenal.

“We need to buy more azafrán” Mariona says.

Saffron. Lia hums for any answer, still looking at the Spaniard who works back turned to her, her chin upon her hand. She loves Mariona’s accent. To be honest there isn’t a thing she doesn’t like about her.

And today Mario showed Lia once again how much she understands and respects her. « I’ll score for your birthday today » Mariona said before leaving Lia’s house. Lia didn’t really think about it, but Mariona still did. But where she could have pointed in her direction with her finger, their gazes only crossed, and Mariona smiled at her. And it was enough. Lia didn’t need anything more to understand. That goal was for her.

Feeling a rush of affection and love for the Spaniard, Lia stands up from the bar stool she was sitting on to make her way towards Mariona. The latter seems surprised when she feels Lia’s arms wrap around her waist, turning quickly her eyes above her shoulder. But when she meets Lia’s green eyes, she smiles tenderly and goes back to her paella.

���I love you” Lia whispers, her lips against Mariona’s neck.

There is a certain form of urgency behind those words. Lia knows how lucky she is for her girlfriend and her patience. The words are whispered

“I love you too” Mariona answers, pressing her body a little more against Lia.

She loves the feeling of Lia’s body against her. She missed this contact way too many times when she was still living in Barcelona. Being able to enjoy this every day is almost mind blowing for her. Even if it’s in the comfort of their homes. She doesn’t care at all.

“You better” Lia grumbles

Mariona snorts, ignoring Lia’s lips tickling her neck.

“I’m not the one playing hard to get, darling” she teases with her singing accent.

She regrets her words when she feels Lia's body tenses against her. Well maybe it was a lame joke finally. Mariona let her spatula go to turn in Lia’s arms, facing the impassive face of her girlfriend. But Mario knows better.

“Lia, I’m joking” the Spaniard says, putting a soft hand on Lia’s cheek.

The Swiss woman looks at her silently for several seconds, her eyes deep in Mariona’s eyes.

“It was a joke. I’m sorry. I swear I’ve never been as happy as I am right now”

Was it Mariona’s words or what Lia found in her eyes? Maybe both. Anyway, Mariona feels Lia’s body relaxes against her and she takes advantage of it to hug her. Lia knows it’s the truth, of course it is. Mariona never lied to her and won’t change today.

The Swiss captain yells when Mariona suddenly makes them change their position, trapping her between her body and the stove.

“I still need to have a look at it if you want it to be perfect” she explains.

But Lia doesn’t mind. She lets her arms around Mariona’s waist, where she put them to stabilize herself some seconds ago. In fact, she even put her head on Mario’s shoulder, looking at the paella too. Even if she doesn’t really know what she’s supposed to look at.

“Would you like to take a bath if I make it for you?” the dark-haired woman proposes after some moments of silence.

But Lia shakes her head, looking up at her girlfriend’s face.

“No. If you don’t mind, I want to stay with you”

Mariona smiles and hums only, stroking Lia's back softly with one hand. The silences between them are never disturbing. It’s safe, soothing and peaceful. They don’t feel the need to fill them.

“I’m sorry I never showed you what Creme Eggs are before” Lia says after several minutes.

Mariona takes a surprise look at her girlfriend. Several days before, Arsenal’s admin waited for them before the training session, asking them if they would enjoy more creme eggs or mini eggs. Something almost everyone was able to answer, except Laia and Mariona.

Katie joked, telling she will give one to Laia, but Lia really felt bad. Mariona let all her life in Barcelona down for her and she isn’t even able to introduce her to the traditions of her new place? Lia has lived here for years now. In her eyes, she doesn’t have any excuse.

“It’s okay” Mariona says softly. “I’m not sure I’d like it anyway”

“Still. I just don’t want you to feel lost where you live. I don’t think there is a worst feeling”

Lia herself kind of felt lost when she broke up with Caitlin. All her habits were gone and she needed time to adjust to everything. Leah, Kim, Steph, Beth and Viv were a good help at this time.

“I don’t feel lost” Mariona answers calmly. “I have you here with me”

Here we are again. Lia groans at that answer, rolling her eyes.

“What?” Mariona laughs.

Even if she perfectly knows what.

“You have to stop hitting on me like this” Lia says with a stern voice, even if her eyes are sparkling with affection and amusement. “Plus, what happened to the I left Barcelona for another challenge?”

Mariona giggles one more time. It was the answer she gave during the interviews she got after announcing her departure. She loved Barcelona, she still does. It was her late father’s favourite team and at first, she felt like it was a betrayal to ever think of leaving. But she has several discussions with her mother, father and grandmother about it and the most important reason for her to leave. Lia, of course.

“Callate” she mumbles.

“Oh, we are getting cocky now, are we?”

Mariona doesn’t answer, she chooses to roll her eyes one more time instead, with a soft smile.

“It’s almost ready” Mariona announces soon after.

“It’s smell amazing”

Mariona smiles one more time before gently pushing Lia to go sit on the bar stool, where she was before. She then takes the time to perfectly organise the bowls. The rice is carefully disposed before putting the shrimps, chicken pieces, fishes and different seafood on the rice to make it look good. She goes easy on seafood for Lia though, knowing it isn’t her girlfriend’s favourite dish.

“I’ve got a present for you” Mariona says when their plates are half-empty.

“I thought we said no presents for our birthday?”

Lia is curious, her head tilted on the side while she looks at Mariona. They decided that last year, choosing to put the money for a trip together every year at the date of their anniversary.

“Wait here”

Mariona leaves the room for several seconds, going to her bag she left near her shoes when they come back from the game. When she comes back, she has a big envelope in her hand.

She sits on the stool again, smiling softly at Lia once again. This time it’s because she perfectly knows what is in her girlfriend’s mind.

“It’s not really a present” she says, giving the envelope to Lia. “And it’s not only for you, so it doesn’t really count, right?”

Still suspicious, Lia slowly opens the envelope while looking at Mariona at the same time. The Spaniard seems a little tense, but Lia can’t say if it’s because she didn’t respect their arrangement, or because of the present itself.

Mariona is biting her bottom lips when Lia finally opens it, their bowls completely forgotten for now.

“Was…” Lia mumbles in German.

She takes out several sheets from the envelope and she doesn’t need a lot of explanations to understand that Mariona is simply offering her a trip to Bergen, in Norway.

“I heard you telling Meret that you wanted to go there the last time she came to London. So, I thought why not make your wish real? As you can see there is already two plane tickets, the only thing is that Meret will have to come to London before because the flight is leaving from here”

Lia can’t hide how much she is stunned about all of this. She looks blankly at Mariona before talking.

“You heard me talking about it with Meret?”

“Yeah. I’m sorry if I overheard, it wasn’t my attention at all”

“That wasn’t my point” Lia says, shaking her head. “I mean, weren’t we talking in German at this time?”

“Maybe” Mariona blushes a little, smiling again. “I think I’m starting to understand it pretty good”

Lia smiles in front of her girlfriend’s embarrassment and stands up to get around the table and properly hug her. Mariona accepts it with pleasure, taking advantage of it to kiss Lia’s temple.

“Thank you” Lia whispers, her nose somewhere in Mariona’s neck.

“De nada”

Now that she knows that her girlfriend is happy with this present and that she won’t refuse it, Mariona is smiling even harder. When Lia finally breaks the hug, she still has one arm around the Spaniard’s waist.

“Do you have an option or something to edit the names on the plane’s tickets though?” Lia asks casually, taking the sheets in her hand again.

“Why? Did I misspell Meret’s name?”

She frowns, looking at the paper above Lia’s shoulder.

“Not really. I was wondering if maybe you can change Meret Wälti for Maria Francesca Caldentey Oliver?”

Mariona sometimes wonders how many people know what her real name is. Mariona is a surname for Maria Francesca since she’s little. So much so that she sometimes wonders too why the hell her parents didn’t name her Mariona directly.

Never mind, back to the present.

“Wha – No, no, no, no! It’s a present, for you and your sister. I know how much you miss her and…”

But Mariona can’t continue because there is soon a hand on her mouth, preventing her from talking.

“I appreciate the gesture, I swear I do” Lia assures her girlfriend, her green eyes deep in Marion’s brown ones. “I appreciate the efforts you made, I don’t even know how you managed to get my sister’s middle name and everything you needed to make this reservation. But if I have the choice, and it’s a place you are interested in, I would like to go with you”

Mariona is still frowning slightly, torn between two choices. On one side she would love to go there with Lia, of course. Making memories together, having a great time and discovering a new place with the woman she loves. But on the other hand, it was a gift she wanted to give to Lia, to erase the absence of her family next to her.

“Won’t Meret resend me?”

“Of course not. She will understand, I don’t have any doubt about it”

There is another silence, while Mariona bites her bottom lip while thinking about it. But deep inside, she already knows what her answer will be. She’s just unable to say no to Lia.

“Okay” Mariona finally sighs. “I will come with you”

“Just tell yourself that you’re doing it for me. That is the present I want. You with me in Norway”

“I will probably freeze to death” Mariona smirks.

“You survived to the Swiss’ cold; you will survive to the Norwegian’s one”

Mariona hums for only an answer, letting Lia sit on her lap just after. Once again, Lia is way more affectionate in private, but Mariona likes it. She even approaches Lia’s plate to allow her to continue eating.

After their dinner, Mariona just puts the leftovers of the paella in the fridge before putting the pan in the washing machine, which Lia usually refuses. But today is a special day. They end their day in front of the TV, even if they ignore a part of the movie to look at the different potential activities In Bergen.

And several hours later, when Lia is falling asleep with her girlfriend curled up against her, she can’t help but smile. Life couldn’t be better.

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

Starting at the End Chapter 1

Summary: Lily Crawford has been receiving disturbing letters from a worrisome fan. On the advice of an acquaintance she goes to Winchester Private Security and seeks out Dean Winchester to keep her safe. Will this troubled ex-marine be able to save her, and can she save him too?

Series Warnings: Angst. Smut. Fluff. (as usual, of course!) Discussion of war, loss, trauma, PTSD, grief. Stalking. Obsession.

Chapter Warnings: Talk of stalking and bad, dangerous exes.

Pairing: Dean x ofc (Lily Crawford)

Word Count:

A/N: This is my Dean "Bodyguard" AU. (Technically he calls himself Private Security and not a Bodyguard, but 🤷‍♀️) I've never written a bodyguard AU before, so I hope you all enjoy this one. It's been a while since I've written an ofc, so I hope you like Lily. I'm enjoying writing her. I know OC's aren't the fandoms favourite, but I really felt like I needed Lily to be Lily in this one. Hope you give it a chance anyway. ❤️

I'm gonna post the Prologue and Chapter One today because the Prologue is very short. But going forward, I'm going to do my best to post every Friday. There will be 14 chapters and a Prologue and Epilogue...so kind of 16 chapters all together. Enjoy!!

Dean ML || Main ML || Dean Series ML || Tag Lists

Pasadena California, 9 years later

The ancient analogue clock that hung on the police station’s wall was ticking away more minutes as Lily Crawford tried desperately to get the men in front of her to listen.

“I told you,” she repeated, “I have no clue who might be doing this. The letters started a month ago. They seemed innocent enough at first. They just,” she shrugged, “they just said he was a fan, and that he thought I was an amazing actress.” Lily looked at the floor, embarrassed.

Slightly flustered from having to try and explain her situation once again, she glanced up at the two cops taking her statement. The older man, a detective, was chewing on the end of his pen as he held a notepad in his other hand. He had black hair that was graying in just one tuft on the top, making it look a little like he was wearing a gray-haired toupee. 

The detective nodded a bit absently before tapping the wet end of his pen on the paper, pointing to the notes he’d already taken. “But then he got weird, huh?”

Lily crossed her arms and looked at the other man, an officer with a plain face, and watery blue, slightly bulging eyes. His face was placid and unbothered, and Lily was suddenly very annoyed by both of them. They’d had her repeat her story three times now, neither of them showing much urgency.

“Yes.” She answered the detective, pointing to the letters that sat on his desk. “The last two letters have referenced places I’ve gone, private get togethers that he shouldn’t have known about. And that last letter from four days ago talks about a Salvador Dali painting that’s in my house.” She felt a shudder run through her. “He shouldn’t know that.”

The detective shrugged and it made Lily want to scream. “Well, is it possible it’s an old boyfriend, maybe just trying to scare you? Or, you know, paparazzi can get a lot of photos, maybe there’s a picture of the painting out there somewhere and this person is just using the information to get your attention.”

She shook her head. “No, there are no random pictures of my house floating around on the internet.” Her voice was tight and the frustration was obvious.  

The detective heard it and became slightly defensive as he sat up. “Well look, Ms. Crawford, there’s not a lot we can do here. There haven’t been any threats made, or violent acts committed. There’s no proof of trespassing or anything else we can charge a man with. Writing letters isn’t illegal, even if he is a weirdo.”

“So, you can’t do anything until I’ve been assaulted or…worse?” Lily asked, her voice raised. It made the detective frown deeply. 

“We can’t do anything until some sort of crime has been committed, miss. I’m not sure what you expected us to do. Maybe you thought your famous name would make a bit of hoopla? Maybe make the media sit up and take notice? I know it’s been a while since your name has been mentioned anywhere.”

Lily felt her cheeks burn with anger and embarrassment. “Are you saying you think I made this up!”

The detective waved his hands. “No, no miss. I’m sure that’s not the case.” His tone didn’t match his words; it smacked of disbelief. “Now, we’ll make a report that you came down, and you be sure to come back if you hear of anything that sounds like a threat.”

He was clearly dismissing her and Lily felt her heart plummet. They really weren’t going to do anything. She looked over at the younger officer, a little desperately, but he just smiled blandly. 

“I loved you in Cobra Strike Team. I think Part 2 was my favorite.”

Lily closed her eyes and stood up. She nodded at the officer as she turned away. “Thanks.”

***

Later that afternoon, Lily rushed through the doors of a brightly lit office and walked briskly to the desk that was manned by one very bored secretary.

Lily smiled at her. “Hi, I’m Lily Crawford. I’m here to read for Theresa?”

The receptionist didn’t smile back. She passed her a clipboard with a pen attached. “Fill this out and wait with the others.” She pointed to a door and Lily followed her finger.

She pushed through the door and entered a room with six other actresses all of whom looked a little like her. She was about to sit in the nearest chair when she heard her name called. She looked up to see her friend Tasha waving her over. 

Friend was maybe too strong a word. She’d acted alongside Tasha years ago in a terrible play they’d both been in to pay the rent, and they’d met up in countless audition waiting rooms just like this one over the years. They had a very similar look, medium height, curvy. Tasha’s hair was red and her eyes were brown, while Lily’s hair was more auburn and her eyes were a light amber color. But otherwise they looked very alike.

She sat down next to Tasha and gave her a little side hug. “Hey Tash, I wondered if I’d see you at this one.”

Tasha nodded. “Yeah, gotta keep trying, huh?”

Lily hummed noncommittally. “Guess so.”

“So how’ve you been?” Tasha asked. 

Lily wasn’t going to get into it, but the words just sort of fell out of her and she ended up telling Tasha about the letters. It was so frustrating and scary, she was hoping Tasha could give her some perspective and convince her that it wasn’t that big a deal. 

But as she finished Tasha’s eyes were wide. “Jesus, Lily that’s so fucking creepy! And the cops seriously said they wouldn’t do anything?”

Lily shrugged. “Well, they said they couldn’t, which I guess I get. I mean nothing’s happened.” She looked at Tasha hopefully. “It’s probably just a weirdo, right? He’ll go away?”

Tasha looked dubious. One of the other actresses, a strawberry blonde sitting across the room, leaned forward. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to eavesdrop, but I couldn’t help overhearing…you said some creepy guy is after you?”

Lily shrugged. “I mean, I don’t know if he’s ‘after me’.” She said, using air quotes. “I’ve just gotten a few strange letters.”

The blonde nodded and stood up, coming to sit beside Lily. “No, listen, my ex was a total stalker, and I knew he wouldn’t stop coming after me. I went to the police, but, of course, they didn’t care either. So, I found this guy online. He’s like a private eye, or like security, or whatever. I have no idea what he did to that loser, but he never came back into my life again. The last I heard he was living out in Boston somewhere. Sent him packing across the country!” 

She grinned. “The guy’s name was Dean and he was worth every penny. You should look him up. The place is called…” She paused to think. “Winchester Guards or Security, or something.”

Before Lily could say anything, a young guy stepped into the room. “Erin Tyler.” 

The blonde raised her hand. “That’s me!” The guy waved her forward and she stood to go, but then turned back to smile at Lily. “I just have to say that I thought you were amazing in Cobra Strike Team. Number three was the best, hands down.”

Lily smiled a little wanly. “Thanks. Break a leg.” 

Erin Tyler bounded out of the room, her nervous energy palpable. When did I lose that kind of feeling for this job, Lily thought. Did I ever have it?

Tasha grabbed up her hand. “I say you follow her advice. If the cops don’t have your back, somebody should.”

Lily shook her head. “I don’t know, Winchester something? Not sure how great that endorsement was.”

“You heard what she said though, dude got results.”

“But she knew who was after her.” Lily argued. “That was probably a pretty easy job. I have no idea who’s sending these letters, or how to find them.”

Tasha rolled her eyes. “Well, no kidding, Lil, I’m pretty sure that’s part of what you’d hire him for.” She pulled her phone out and searched for a minute. 

“Aha!” She said a little too loudly, turning her phone towards Lily. “I found him. Winchester Private Security. He’s got an office in L.A. It’s like a twenty minute drive. You could go right after the audition.”

The young guy came back into the room and called Tasha’s name next. She stood up and put a hand on Lily’s shoulder. “You should check him out. The last thing I want is to be part of a documentary about some psycho fan who murdered you and threw you into a wood chipper.”

The woman certainly had a way with words.

***

Two hours and one horrible audition later, Lily found herself walking up an old wooden staircase towards a door at the top of the stairs that said, “Winchester Pr  ate Secur”. A few of the painted letters had been scraped off the window in the door. The building was old, and seemed to also house a dubious looking law firm and an office for an exterminator on the main floor.

The Winchester office was on the second floor, next to another office that was obviously abandoned. She knocked, and then pulled open the door with the peeling letters. She stepped halfway into the room and looked around. 

Given the state of the building, the office was surprisingly neat. The furniture was threadbare and ancient, but it looked clean and comfortable. A beige couch sat along one wall and a few office chairs sat against the other. There were a couple of obviously plastic plants standing in the corners, and straight across from the door was a big, old, wooden desk with a leather chair behind it. There was also a coat rack and a little table on the right side of the room.

There was a door to the left of the desk that opened suddenly just as she caught sight of it, and a man stumbled out of it. A squeak of surprise left Lily’s throat and the man looked at her blearily. He scowled at her.

“Do I know you?” He asked, his voice was deep and gravelly and sounded as though he’d just woken up. It was almost five o’clock.

Lily shook her head. “No, I’m…hi, I’m Lily.”

The man nodded absently and reached into a drawer in his desk to pull out a small bottle of whiskey and pour some into the glass that sat on top. As he swallowed down the drink he threw his head back slightly and grimaced, and Lily suddenly realized that the man was ridiculously attractive. 

It sort of hit her like a bolt of lightning. His beauty didn’t really match his surroundings; he looked out of place in the drab office.

He was wearing black suit pants that fit him snugly, showing off powerful thigh muscles and a trim waist. A white, tank top undershirt was tucked into the pants and fitted nicely across his broad chest. His shoulders were bare and wide and heavily muscled. His bare arms were powerful and enticing and Lily couldn’t help but notice how beautifully shaped he was. He was tall and solid - strength evident in every line of his body.

But his face was something else entirely. It was stunning. He had short, light brown hair, and a few days growth of beard; his cheeks were a bit scruffy, but it suited him very well. He’d clearly been drinking, and his eyes were a bit red-rimmed, but it only seemed to highlight their gorgeous emerald green color. His cheekbones were high and his lashes were insanely long. His mouth was wide and his bottom lip was lush as he sucked on it for a minute as he swallowed another sip of whiskey.

He set the glass back down on the desk and then sat on the corner of it, before rubbing his hand down his face. He looked back at Lily as she stood awkwardly in the doorway. 

“Sorry, you’re who?”

Lily stepped further into the room, but left the door open behind her. “My name is Lily. I’m looking…I mean, I was referred here to find Dean Winchester?”

He held out his hand as though revealing something. “And you found him. Well done.”

Lily swallowed self-consciously, but before she could speak Dean snapped his fingers and pointed at her. “That’s how I know you! You’re Lieutenant Sarah Crosby, leader of the Cobra Strike Team!”

She smiled indulgently, trying not to cringe internally. “It was, ah…Susan, actually, Susan Crosby.”

Dean nodded. “Right, right. Loved those movies. You were so hot back then.”

Lily’s eyes widened. “Um, excuse me?”

Dean waved away his comment and stood up. “Sorry, I didn’t mean that the way it…I mean, hey, you’re still hot, very hot.”

Lily felt her cheeks turning bright pink. “You know what, this was not a uh…not a good idea.” She turned to go, but Dean strode past her quickly and closed the door before she could walk through it. 

She nearly collided with him as she came to a sudden halt. She frowned at him and took a step back. 

He scrubbed his face with both hands this time as he turned to face her, running his fingers carelessly through his hair. 

“Look, I apologize, okay? I’m a little…” He trailed off as he caught her eye. She saw something a little raw and battered flash in his gaze for a moment, before he lowered his lashes and gave a humorless half smile. 

“It's just a shitty day. But, I’m sorry. You came here for a reason.” He raised his hand towards the couch. “Why don’t you have a seat and tell me about it?”

Lily hesitated a moment as he moved away from the door and over to his desk. He opened another drawer and pulled out a folded white shirt. He pulled off the dry cleaning tag, and shook it open before sliding his arms in and starting to button it up. He sat in the squeaky leather chair behind the desk and nodded to the couch again.

Lily walked slowly over to the couch and sat gingerly on the edge of the seat. As Dean finished buttoning his shirt, he waved his hand to urge her on. “So, who was it that referred you?”

Lily thought for a minute, trying to remember her name. “Erin Tyler. She said you helped her with a bad ex.”

Dean nodded. “Oh yeah, that douchebag.” He shrugged. “It was an easy case; he was a coward, most of these guys are, and he just needed a push in the right direction, a gentle nudge out of his ex-girlfriend’s life.”

Lily nodded, deciding she didn’t want details. 

Dean continued. “So, you got an ex you wanna get rid of too?”

“Oh, no, it’s not an ex…I don’t actually know who it is.” She took a deep breath. “About a month ago, I started getting these…fan letters. The first ones were fine, you know, nothing too crazy, just the basic, like compliments and stuff.” She sped through her words, uncomfortable talking about this part of her career. 

“But the more recent ones were…well, they were sort of strange.” She said, trying not to over exaggerate or make them out to be more than they were. She didn’t want to be accused of freaking out over nothing. Men didn’t always get how vulnerable it could feel sometimes, being a woman. 

Dean nodded. “Okay, can I see the letters?”

Lily paused. “Oh, no I um…I left the bad letters with the cops. I have some of the early ones at home, but…”

Dean stood up and opened his belt and the button at his waist. Lily was about to start screeching when he started tucking his shirt into his pants. She was immediately relieved but stood up. 

“Look, I’m not sure this was a good idea. You know, I’m probably freaking out over nothing. I’ll go and you-”

“No you’re not.” Dean said as he tightened his belt and then grabbed the leather shoulder holster that hung on the coat rack. He spoke as he buckled it into place. 

“You know it’s not nothing. That’s why you’re here. You went to the cops and they did nothing, you came here on a whim, and you stayed in spite of the fact that I was hungover and let’s face it, pretty unprofessional.”

Lily listened to his explanation, slightly dumbfounded. Dean walked over to a small safe that sat on the table, and used his thumbprint to open it. He pulled out a beautifully detailed, silver etched pistol, with a pearl grip, and slid it into place as he continued.

“So, now you’re gonna drive us to your place so I can take a look at those other letters.”

Lily laughed a little wildly, completely off balance. “Um, no I’m not. I don’t even know you. I’m not letting a strange man with a gun into my house.” She said pointing at the lethal weapon that sat comfortably beneath his arm. 

Dean grabbed the suit jacket off the coat rack and shrugged into it, hiding the gun away. “Yeah, you will, wanna know how I know?”

Lily crossed her arms over her chest. “No, I don’t care what you think you know.”

“You’re scared.” Dean said over the end of her sentence. “More scared than you’ve admitted to anyone so far.”

Lily shook her head, denying his accuracy, but he pushed on, walking to her slowly. “And you’re embarrassed because when the first letters came, you liked them. You found comfort in them. They made you think that maybe there was still life in your career that has been stagnant for a while.”

Lily frowned and started to object, but Dean cut her off. “And then the letters got a little more personal, they started to make you feel a bit uncomfortable. They were too familiar for a stranger. But you convinced yourself they were still harmless, he was just being nice.”

He stopped in front of her and she couldn’t help but look up into his slightly hypnotizing gaze as he continued. “Then came the letters that made you know he wasn’t harmless, that told you you needed help. They were scary, they knew something they shouldn’t.”

Lily nodded, tears inexplicably filling her eyes; her voice was soft, almost a whisper. “He mentioned a painting in my bedroom.” She shook her head. “There’s no way he should know about that. I’ve only lived in the house a year or so, and I haven’t had anyone into my…” She blushed at what her confession would reveal about her love life. “No one has been in my bedroom except me.”

Dean nodded. “And now, you don’t want to go home at the end of the day. In fact your home has begun to feel hostile and unsafe.”

Lily dashed away her tears, embarrassed by them. “I’m always afraid I’m gonna open the door and…” She trailed off, frowning up at Dean Winchester’s perfect face. “How do you know all this?”

“Because I’ve dealt with assholes like this dozens of times in the last six years. I told you, they’re always cowards, and I’ll tell you something else, in the interest of being straight with you.” He paused. “These guys don’t just go away. They don’t get bored and fade back into obscurity. He’ll just keep trying to get closer to you.”

Lily shivered and Dean reached out a hand to cup her shoulder. “Now do you wanna hear the good part?” She nodded. “I’m really good at catching them. So, I’m gonna go to your house now. I’m gonna walk around and look in all the nooks and crannies and make sure there isn’t any kind of unwanted surveillance-”

“Oh god!” Lily gasped. “I hadn’t even thought of that.”

Dean just continued. “And then I’m gonna look at those letters and we’ll figure out a game plan.”

Lily sighed deeply, admitting that for whatever reason, she did feel safe with Dean, and thought she’d feel safer at home after he checked things over at her house. So she nodded and then frowned. 

“Wait, I don’t know what you’re charging me for all of this.”

Dean gave a slight grin and Lily noticed it made his face look a little younger. “Don’t worry, I know you must be running outta that Cobra Strike Team money, so I’ll go easy.”

Lily eyeballed him. “Ha. Ha.”

Dean’s smile grew a bit wider. “Come on Lieutenant Crosby, lead the way.”

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[callmecoke]

Hiii

I love your work and writing so I thought I may request an Artist reader x 141 + Valeria (if you like her of course!).

The trope can be friendship, teammates, in the relationship or anything you like!

And the reader doesn't have to just be a painter, they can be a photographer, writer and else.

Absolutely! I tried to make this so it could apply to any kind of art you like! Enjoy!

COD x Artist reader headcanons! (Romantic Fluff!)

Price:

Regardless of your relationship with him, he exudes ‘proud dad who doesn’t quite know how to show it’ energy. Like, he’ll pick up something you’ve drawn or made and go “you made this?” And then give you an approving nod before laying it back down. As your husband though he’ll become a bit more vocal with his praise from time to time, looking over your shoulder while you’re creating art and make small comments like “Lovely” “Nicely done, love” with a pat on the shoulder and a mustache kiss on your head. Inside though, he wants to tell you how amazing and incredible what you’ve made is. But the words don’t form in his brain so he hopes the little heart felt comments can carry the things he never says

Soap:

He’s also a seasoned artist, not professional of course but he’s got a sketchbook or two to pass the time. He’s constantly pestering you to see what you’ve made recently, or if you want to draw or sculpt him or something like that. But if you ask to see his work? Suddenly, its all private. Top secret you see, got to much intel for a simple civilian like you (They’re full of drawings of you, both spicy and cute, even some of you doing random stuff around the house. He’s not ready to reveal his cards and show how often he thinks of you just yet)

Ghost:

You weren’t sure how he felt about your work to begin with. He mostly just likes watching you create stuff whether that be you hunched over a computer or furiously drawing into a notebook. He just stands in the doorway, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed as he eyes you down. Asking him what hes doing will only result in him answering “Watching.” Before he continues to stare at you. But later on you realised he was admiring your ethic, how you looked while you were passionately at work. He found those quiet moments were his way of getting to know you on a deeper level.

Gaz:

Pictures on the wall, sculptures on the shelves, Writing printed and bound into books, he will literally make your house a gallery dedicated to you. You show him anything you make and after a load of praise he turns around and goes, “So, where do you think it’s gonna fit?” Because he just imediately assumes that an art as beautiful as this deserves to be displayed for everyone to see. He just loves how your art decorates the home, and how everytime he comes back, your little gallery grows. Like a forest that grows and expands with time. Each room has a piece of you in it.

Valeria:

She’s never been much of an art person. I mean, there was a temporary phase of art theft and forgery, but that was more of a business venture rather than a passion like yours. But she does appreciate what you make, even if its not her thing. I do think that one day she asks you to take one of your works (a photgraph, a painting, drawing, sculpture, snippet of writing, anything really) and give it to her so she can get a replica tattooed on her body. That would be her little dedication to you.

[i-willstealyourtoes]

Hello! May I request some headcanons of the defense classes of TF2 (Heavy, Engie, Demo; or any of those if you do less characters) with an artist! Reader who really loves them and makes the 'merc' their muse? The relationship could be either one sided or just be romantic, up to you!

Thank you, your writing is really cool!😭

Omg thank u sm for liking my writing :') I try my best!! Also I wasn't really sure what to do for the relationship, so I left it a little vague; hope you like it !!

Muse!Defense classes x Artist!Reader

Heavy

- Heavy is very surprised that someone wants to draw/paint him, let alone frequently

- "Heavy is... Flattered. Will be happy to be... 'Muse' for you."

- At the start, he feels a little awkward, almost flustered when you sit near him and start to sketch

- He freezes up, unsure if he should stay still or keep doing what he was doing

- "...should Heavy move?"

- But after you let him know what you're doing and what he should do, he'll relax (a little)

- And when you show him the first drawing of him, he feels the proudest he has been in a while

- "You make Heavy very handsome! Is very true, no? HAH!"

- From then on, every time he catches you drawing, he feels a sense of pride and his chest puffs up

- If you'll let him, he's more than happy to flex his muscles/one of his machine guns for you, a big grin on his face

- If anyone asks to be your muse instead, Heavy is quick to interrupt

- "Little (Y/n) want me, me to be muse. They draw me well."

- It's hard not to develop a little crush on the man, okay?

- Whether you're obvious or not, Heavy isn't stupid, he can tell when you start to fawn over him

- Yet again he's very flattered. And a little confused.

- He doesn't think he's ugly or anything, but really?

- He's especially confused if you're significantly younger than him (you'd like an old man like him)

- He isn't sure what to do about it, after all it's not like the man gets out often

- But whether he likes you back or not, it's still the highlight of his day just to have someone admire him like this :)

Engineer

- Engineer doesn't think he's ugly either (he knows his worth okay), but that doesn't stop him from blushing at the idea of being your muse

- "Me? You really want this old man to be your muse? Well, shucks, how can I say no?"

- He too, feels a little frozen at the beginning, but he'll try to force himself to act normal if he spots you sketching him

- He gets a bit more flustered if you ask him to pose; he doesn't know what to do with his hands and all that, you'll have to tell him what to do :')

- When you show your first piece with him, his eyes light up as he scans the art top-to-bottom

- "Well I'll be... This is amazing, (Y/n)! I don't know how you do it-!"

- He too, feels a sense of pride at the feeling of being your center focus, but he won't start flexing like Heavy. He might fix his posture or lift his head though :)

- He'll probably get a little shy if someone walks in while your getting him to pose, his cheeks flushing subtly as one of the mercs (or Miss Pauling) look at the two of you with a raised eyebrow

- If you'll let him, he'll stick up all the art in his workshop, and when he needs some mood boosting/motivation, he'll look at all the work you've made for him :)

- He can almost definitely tell when you start to like him in a more-than-friendly way

- He definitely has had admirers before, but this time it's a co-worker...

- He's not sure what to do, but he definitely does find it amusing to watch you fluster when he intentionally flexes or flashes a teasing grin and a wink at you

- It makes him feel like he's still got it :')

Demo

(Gang I tried giving him an accent and I think I failed HORRIBLY. I tried okay Scottish people feel free to execute me rn.)

- Demo, if anything, suggests first to be your muse if you mention looking for one

- Although, he says it more like a joke than a genuine request

- So when you take him up on that offer, he's a little surprised.

- "Of course ye want me to be- Wait, really?"

- But don't get me wrong, he would love to be drawn by you.

- He'll quickly defend your choice to others (ex: Scout)

- "I don't think you'd want him to be your muse thing.."

- "How no? I'm a better choice than you, wi' yer wee skinny legs an' aw."

- Anyway, even if you don't want him to, Demo will be posing. With no shame either it seems.

- He's been painted before, so he knows how to stay still for a period of time (he won't pass out, unlike what the others assume)

- But if you want a candid piece of him, you'll have to tell him to stop turning to face you with a cheesy grin

- "Sorry, sorry, jus' thought you'd like to see my beautiful smile."

- As soon as you finish it, he will immediately take it with wide eyes

- "You drew this??? Right the now???" (do... do Scottish people say this?)

- He keeps it close to him, a bashful grin on his lips

- Yes, he will almost definitely gloat in front of the rest of his team

- After he's done showing off, he'll definitely keep it on the wall of his bedroom or something similar !!

- If he notices that you've started to develop a crush on him, his already inflated ego would almost burst

- He thinks it's quite funny (not that he's making fun of you) that you get flustered or bashful when he gets a little too close or starts to flirt a little

- "Aw, whit's wrong? Yer all red!"

- Unlike the others, I think Demo would probably hold on to the feeling of adoration a little longer than needed before telling you his thoughts

- He just loves the feeling of someone appreciating him so much :,)

[redorquid]

tenderness ; s.r

pairing: spencer reid x gn!reader

(established relationship)

warnings: talk about needles.

summary: after getting back home from doing your first piercing your boyfriend helps you clean it.

a/n: hii! I'm very excited to write about my second favorite genius, as someone who has a piercing i think that spencer would be an absolute sweetheart when taking care of you, hope you enjoy!

"you should've seen your face when the guy showed us the needle" you said while getting inside your apartment while spencer frowned.

"I though I was pretty good at hiding it" he chuckled softly. "i don't know who felt more hurt, you having a needle go into your nose or me having to witness it".

"mmm, I think you win me at this one genius" you said while ruffling his hair. "you wanna come with me to clean it before I forget?" you asked as you took off your bag.

"sure angel, let's go" he said guiding you both to the bathroom while you looked for your neutral soap and saline solution.

when you get there you started mixing some soap with water so you could clean it.

"did you know that in the west, nose piercing first appeared among the hippies who had traveled to India in the late 60s. in the 70s, the practice of nose piercing was adopted by the punk movement as a symbol of rebellion against conservative values" he said while helping you wash out the soap.

"you never fail to amaze me huh?" you said teasingly.

"shut up" he tried to keep a straight face but failed as he giggled.

you went to grab the q tips but he stopped you grabbing your hand "you just went through pain, let me help you ease it" he looked at you with those big brown eyes.

"if it makes you happy" you said shyly. "of course" he grinned.

he grabbed the saline water and help you clean the inside and outside of your piercing while you looked at him amazed by his tenderness.

"thank you for helping me" you said while kissing his cheek.

"anytime" he repeated the kiss and then another to your nose and finally reaching for your lips. you hummed into the kiss as your hand found his cheek.

you tried to get even more closer and unintentionally brushing your nose against his. "ow!" you said flinching.

"think no more eskimo kisses for a few months" he kissed you again to soothe your pain.

unfortunately for you, you can't help being close to him so it became something usual having your nose ring brushing against him, but luckily he never fails to make sure you're fine.

[anxiousthoughts365]

Your drabbles are so wonderful!! If you don’t mind, could you please write drarry & pillow forts? 😊

Ah thank you so much! Of course, here you go ...

~🐍Drarry⚡️& Pillow Forts ~

No warnings apply

'Potter! What in Salazar's name have you done to my living room?!'

Draco's satchel fell from his hand, landing on the wooden floor of the flat's entryway with a loud thunk. He couldn't quite believe what he was seeing. All of the cushions from his very expensive sofas had been removed and piled up in the centre of the sitting area. To make matters worse, it looked as though every single blanket and cushion had been collected from around the house and stuffed into the pile, including the small scatter cushions that usually adorned the bed. Draco could only gape at the mound as he waited in disbelief for an explanation for this monstrosity.

He did not expect the reply to his question to come from the midst of the pile.

'It's a pillow fort.' His boyfriend's voice was somewhat muffled, but still clear enough that Draco could hear the slight sulk in it as the Auror went on, 'And it's not your living room. This is our flat, remember?'

'It's my living room when you have turned it upside down,' Draco drawled, slowly approaching the pile and staring down at it exasperatedly. 'How did you even get inside this thing?'

'There's an entrance behind the blue blanket,' Harry replied, and Draco's eyebrows shot up when the man added, 'Care to join me?'

He almost said no. He almost turned on his heel and marched from the room in the direction of the shower, leaving behind only orders for his house to be set right. But instead, he paused, and thought about it. Harry had been slowly introducing him to these Muggle things since they'd moved in together around 6 months ago, and though he would never admit it out loud, Draco didn't particularly mind some of the things that Harry had showed him. And besides, it did look like the man had gone to a lot of effort to build this ...

Sighing, Draco crouched down and moved aside the heavy blue blanket to reveal a narrow entryway between two of the green velvet cushions that seemed to have been pulled from the armchair. Carefully, he wriggled his way in between them, grumbling to himself about the immaturity of 25-year-old wizards and strange Muggle traditions. But he was unable to hold back a gasp when he crawled through to the other side.

Somehow, the space inside the mound of soft furnishings was significantly larger than it had looked on the outside. It was big enough, in fact, for Draco to straighten up on his knees and still have a little room above his head. Strings of fairy lights had been hung around the outer edges of the space, and more of their pillows and blankets had been spread out over the floor, making for a soft landing wherever you sat. And right in the middle of everything, sitting cross-legged and looking very pleased with himself, was Harry Potter.

'Knew you'd like it,' the Auror smirked, and Draco didn't even bother trying to scoff at that. He knew that his face showed his amazement too clearly, so instead of fighting it, he shuffled over to sit next to the black-haired man, and silently accepted the bowl of popcorn that was handed to him. Harry was outright grinning as he went on, 'Hermione taught me the expansion charm, and It'll automatically reverse once we start taking the fort down, whenever that might be.'

Draco nodded, still looking around the quiet, warm space. It was cozy in here, the soft glow of the fairy lights making it just bright enough to see by, the thick blankets dampening the sounds of the outside world. It was just so ... Peaceful. He turned to smile at Harry, and the Auror's grin grew wider when Draco murmured, 'I suppose there's no rush to dismantle it just yet.'

[rainbowskullsandcoffee]

i honestly did not know about the tomgreg ship when i started watching succession and now here i am with another gay pairing to obsess over

[bumblingbabooshka]

[TUVOKTOBER: Day 9] Ballet with the Captain.

[happy74827]

There's a lack of Connor Roy fics on every platform, so if you could do something to change it, that would be amazing. <3

Oh, absolutely!! Connor is such an angel (again since I’m still only on the first season I don’t if that changes but for now he’s precious) and so far I live for the dynamic between him and his siblings.

Long story short, I will definitely be changing that 🫡

[stilesinwonderland]

hey actually tonhon chonlatee was so weird and like bad but it was definitely meant to be that way and I adored it

Also it was my favorite neo role by far so 🕺

[nerd-who-likes-cats]

Finally doing stuff with the most forgotten of my twisted wonderland OCs, Dr. Baltharr, who works at NRC to manage the many injuries students get. I'm writing his perspective of everything. He's got his own plot going on where it's his kids first year as students at Night Raven College, and then the plot of the game is just happening. So far he's watched his kids get sorted into dorms only for yuu and Grim to bust in, make a mess, and light one of his kids' housewardens on fire. He is blissfully unaware that this is simply the beginning of all the injuries he'll have to treat that are oddly centered around that one magic-less kid who maintains vagueness in the story because Dr. Baltharr couldn't care less about them.

[anotherneworld]

It's insane watching Coby Bell on Walker because his character is essentially Exposition Man on paper, but he's acting circles around every other person on that set. The scenes between him and Walker in the most recent episode highlight this very clearly; he's believable and natural in that role in a way that JP doesn't achieve with Cordell (his performance always feels like a Performance, like Work, whereas Bell's comes off as much more natural). James is probably my favorite character on the show now because he's the only one who feels real. Everyone else feels like a script, and a poorly written one at that.

[cathnospam]

Bakugo likes when you trace and touch his scars

For a guy that constantly hates when people touch him ,he sure as hell doesn’t mind when you touch and rub around his marks on his right arm.

He’s not even left handed but he takes the sacrifice and struggles to use his left to text or write whenever you come beside him and poke and rub against his bicep. He’s sensitive on some areas even 8 years later, but he loves the warm comfort you bring when you do so.

Sometimes you don’t even realize you’re doing it, your chubby cheek mashed against his arm, cuddled up by him like a cat and rubbing it up and down as you watch a show, he glances down at you and can’t help but feel his cheeks warm. You give this man cute aggression.

Some days you sneak in a few kisses on his hand. Though it’s scarred it’s never calloused, still soft and warm, it took some time for Bakugo to even get used to your clingyness, and you respected it. In the beginning, Every once in a while you’d ask “May I touch you?” Which, he’d never admit to but he appreciated your asking heavily, not a lot of people respect his boundaries to NOT touching him, but you always did.

Eventually he just told you ,”touch me whereever you want.” In his aggressive way, but you took heed and did so.

After finally getting comfortable you couldn’t stop touching and kissing him.

His skin was soft, he smelled amazing, and he always made you feel so safe. Just like he is now;

The snow is falling, the fire is burning, and it’s his day off, you’re laying beside him on the cozy big couch not even paying attention to the show but his arm and face, giving it little kisses and gentle touches, Bakugo humming every once in a while when you touch a soft spot on him. He doesn’t mind it all, he’s watching you through his phone, recording you lost in your own world of fascination with his skin—-because of course he has a staring problem just like how you have a touching problem.

[gloomwitchwrites]

Good evening to you. I thought about writing you many times but never had the courage to do so 😅 I saw a TikTok Trend some time ago and thought about the Reaction from our beloved task Force 141. How would they react when you "accidentally" sent them the message "He just left our house, you can come now. He'll be gone for some time". Basically pranking them by implying something shady. You can ignore this if it's weird of course. Thank you for your time and amazing writing 🙏😊

I'm so glad you finally got the courage to send in a request because I had so much fun with this one! Many many thanks because I pretty much cackled and giggled the whole time I wrote this. I'm not exaggerating. I adored this prompt. It not only gave me room for a little humor, but it also gave me the opportunity to be a little naughty!

For the masterlist and how to submit your own request, click HERE

Task Force 141 x Female Reader

Content & Warnings (per the warnings MDNI): established relationship, pranks & shenanigans, suggestive themes, mild sexual content, dirty talk, dirty thoughts, swearing, possessive behavior

Word Count: 1.5k

ao3 // main masterlist // imagines & what if series

John Price

Five minutes.

Five. Minutes.

Five minutes and you're already causing problems.

John isn't surprised. Not in the least. Sometimes, you enjoy being on your worst behavior just because it stirs him into a frenzy.

John is sitting at a stoplight, staring down at his phone screen. A car honks but he ignores it.

He's gone. Come over.

There isn't anyone else. John knows this explicitly. Not because he completely trusts you—which he does—but because he knows your exact location at all times. He knows what you search on your phone and what things you look at on the internet. And because he knows that, he knows you're just trying to take the piss.

Locking his phone screen, John turns on his blinker. A few turns later and he's back home, marching through the door. He's not mad. Far from it. You just need a good lesson—a good spanking. Over his knee with a bare ass. That way he can watch it bounce, watch as you wiggle and squirm, hear you whimper, and watch as your arousal grows with each strike.

Then, and only then, will he keep you under him. Which is what you want anyway.

John walks silently and with purpose, approaching you as you casually lounge on the couch.

"You're home early."

John ignores the jab. "You're on one today, cabbage."

"Whatever do you mean?"

John holds up his phone. "Think I'm going to believe this?"

Your eyes widen but John can see the bluff. "I meant to send that to—"

"To me," interrupts John. “You meant to send it to me.”

"To a friend,” you correct, but John notices the smile you attempt to hide. “I meant to send it to a friend.”

No. You wanted John to come home—to be a bit neurotic, even a little possessive.

"Fine," growls John. "I'll bite."

He places one hand on the top of the back cushion while the other rests above your head. He leans in, lowering his voice.

"Who do you belong to?"

"You."

"Show me you mean it."

You tuck your knees in, drawing back your top and removing your lounge pants. When they're gone, you spread wide, revealing your glistening pussy. Your arousal is clear, and John cannot wait to sink inside.

"That's my good girl."

John "Soap" MacTavish

You sent the texts not long after Johnny left for work.

He’s gone. Won’t be home for hours. Come over.

At first, you believed that Johnny would get those texts and immediately turn around, to head home and bust down the door. He did no such thing. He didn’t even respond. Not a peep from him. You spent the rest of the day in limbo, unsure if Johnny received the texts at all.

So, when he does come home, you expect him to say something.

“Hey you,” he murmurs, going in for a kiss.

“How was work?” you ask.

“Good,” he replies, heading down the hall to the bedroom. “Had a briefing. We’ll be heading out for a mission next week.”

“Do you know when exactly?” you ask.

“Tuesday!” he calls back.

Nothing. This man is completely glossing over the fact that you sent those texts to him. When he reappears in nothing but a pair of sweatpants, you nearly swoon at his bare chest and stomach.

“What did you get up to today?” he asks, sauntering over to grasp your hips and pull you close.

“Nothing much,” you reply, and Johnny hums in reply, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“You know,” he says after a beat, fishing out his phone from his pocket. “You did send me a few odd texts earlier.” He taps away at the screen at turns it around to show you.

The texts you sent are right there, glowing brightly.

“Oh, those—”

“I checked the cameras.”

“Cameras?” you choke. “What cameras?”

Johnny grins and then he’s tapping away at his phone again. When he shifts the screen around, you see yourself and him in real time. You turn to the corner of the room from where the feed is coming from.

“I never saw anyone come over. But I did see this.”

Tapping again, he changes to an earlier time during the day. It’s a feed of the bedroom, and you’re masturbating. Johnny ups the volume and you hear yourself moan.

“There’s this, too,” he says, switching to the night before when he had you on all fours, ass in the air.

“Johnny!”

He tightens his hand on your hip, keeping you close. Lowering his voice, Johnny grins. “Try again, love.”

Simon "Ghost" Riley

You watch from the window as Simon’s car pulls out of the drive. You wait until he turns the corner before unlocking your phone and selecting his name.

He’s just left. Come over.

With a wicked grin, you hit send, knowing that the texts will reach Simon any second. Leaning against the window, you wait, and then smile wider as Simon’s car sharply turns the corner and speeds down the street back to the house.

He’s hardly parked the car before he’s exiting the vehicle, storming toward the house, malicious intent clear with every step. With a triumphant giggle, you rush to the bedroom and flop onto the bed, pretending that you’re up to nothing at all.

You hear the front door slam, then Simon’s thunderous footsteps followed by doors opening and closing. Sprawling out across the bed, you tap away at your phone, acting like you're not bothered at all.

When he appears in the doorway, you deliberately ignore him for five long seconds before you casually turn your head and smile.

"You're home early," you observe.

Simon looms in the doorway. "What the bloody hell was that text about?"

"What text?" you shrug, all innocence.

Simon, deadpan, replies "He's just left. Come over."

"Oh. That was for a friend."

"Which friend?"

"A friend."

Simon slowly walks up to the side of the bed. "You're fucking with me."

"Don't know what you're on about, Simon."

The murderous demeanor you saw earlier melts away, leaving behind a mischievous glint that you know all too well. With a viper-like quickness, Simon grasps your ankle and yanks you to the end of the bed.

"Simon!" you shriek, but he's already flipping you over onto your stomach.

He plants both knees on either side of you, keeping you trapped beneath him, his large hands coming down on your wrists to pin them above your head.

"Was last night not enough?" he asks, voice a gruff whisper. "Or do you need another lesson?"

You lift your head as Simon transfers both wrists beneath one hand. He has his phone, tapping away at the screen.

'What are you doing?"

"Telling Price I'm not coming in."

"But you're scheduled."

Simon locks the phone and then tosses it to the side. "He'll understand." Pressing his lips to the shell of your ear, his voice drops to a breathy whisper. "I have a woman to breed."

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

It's cruel, perhaps. Even mean. But getting Kyle worked up is so goddamn sweet.

He’s protective, sometimes even a bit possessive, and nothing is hotter to you than watching him stake his claim.

Which is why you sent those texts in the first place—a way to make his heartrate spike.

He just left. He'll be gone for hours.

Kyle bursts through the bedroom door, his chest heaving as if he just ran several miles.

“Where are they?” he asks, voice a growl.

Kyle heads for the bathroom. Throwing open the door, he storms inside, but finding nothing, retreats back into the bedroom.

"Where's who?" you ask in mock innocence as Kyle opens the closet, pushing aside clothes as if he’ll find someone hiding there.

Kyle exits the closet, hands on his hips. “I saw the texts.”

“What texts?” You casually retrieve your phone, already knowing what you’ll find there. Opening up the messaging app, you click on Kyle’s name, and laugh.

“Sorry,” you giggle. “I meant to send that to a friend.”

Kyle’s eyes shut, and the sigh he makes is so loud you laugh harder. Clutching his own phone in his hand, Kyle shakes it in his fist.

“You’re having a laugh,” he says.

"No," you giggle. "Just a mistake."

That thin line becomes a smirk. Kyle tosses his phone onto the bed and you immediately know you’re done for.

“I know you, love. Think you’re clever, yeah?”

He saunters forward, and you push up onto your hands, sliding back along the bed.

“Kyle,” you warn.

“Tricking me just to get me home. For what? Think I’m going to bend you over the nearest surface and fuck you?”

Yes. That’s exactly what I think.

You scoot away, sinking into the pile of pillows at the head of the bed. Kyle matches your movements until he’s nearly horizontal over you.

“You’re right,” he continues. “I will.” His gaze roams over your body and then returns to your face. “But first, I’m going to train you into never making a silly mistake like that ever again.”

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[drchucktingle]

THE TEXAS LIBRARY ASSOCIATION TELLS CHUCK TINGLE TO STAY HOME BUT WE PROVE LOVE ANYWAY

just when you buckaroos thought 2024 would be a break from book drama, here comes chuck tingle in the mix. recently i was asked to be a featured speaker at the TEXAS LIBRARY ASSOCIATION annual conference. a few days ago they rescinded my invitation. here is what happened.

(EDITED TO ADD THIS LINK. if you have a hard time reading this on way of tumblr you can also read for free on chucks patreon)

i would like to start off by saying it is not my intent to start a fight, and all those reading this should know that the actions of a few misguided folks do not speak for the whole TEXAS LIBRARY ASSOCIATION. i am sure there are many involved who will be very upset to learn what others at TLA have done in their name. there are many individuals here, so please do not paint them all as villains in your mind. besides, chuck loves the dang library everyone knows that.

the point of writing this is not to vilify. i am writing this is because MOMENTS OF DARKNESS are the best places to SHINE A LIGHT AND PROVE LOVE IS REAL. this is a perfect time for learning and growing and for us talk on some very important things that queer buckaroos and neurodivergent buckaroos face every day. this is an unfortunate moment that WE can turn around and use to prove love is real.

i am also writing this to understand some of my own personal feelings on the matter. for something that seems very simple on the surface, the trot is complex, and i am still working out my emotions on the whole dang thing. i am learning in this way.

PART ONE: BAG OF LOVE

a few months ago chuck was asked to be a featured speaker at the 2024 TEXAS LIBRARY ASSOCIATION ANNUAL CONFERENCE. i have been asked to do things like the before and it is ALWAYS a fun time to meet bookseller and librarian buds. trotting around face to face and talking about my story of conquering chronic pain and overcoming my mental hurdles is VERY IMPORTANT to me. i say YES to these things whenever i can. (here i am with authors at CALIFORNIA INDEPENDENT BOOKSELLERS ALLIANCE conference. they are a WONDERFUL group and they proved love with their OWN invitation to chuck. this was such a moving event with so many amazing authors and stories. got very teared up during this photo)

ANYWAY BUCKAROOS i get the TEXAS LIBRARY ASSOCIATION invite and say 'YES BUD LETS TROT'. we are then confirmed.

months pass. a few weeks ago i get a call from my manager and agent and publisher saying ‘the TLA have rescinded their invitation.’

turns out some things had been going on behind the scenes

at some point the TLA asked chucks INCREDIBLE HEROIC BAD ASS PUBLISHER if chuck would be okay with not wearing the mask, to which tor/nightfire/macmillan said ‘what the heck are you talking about of course chuck is going to wear his mask. this is how chuck presents himself’ (NOT EXACT QUOTE)

as you all know, my pink bag way is a VERY IMPORTANT SPACE. as an autistic buckaroo it is a boundary that allows me to express myself freely and relieve my chronic pain from neurotypically masking all day. i have talked about this for years, and it is why i consider my private identity a SACRED THING. it is literally a health issue.

fortunately THE PINK BAG is never really a problem when making appearances. i have spent years going on television shows, doing interviews, speaking at other conferences and conventions, hosting book events on tour, and even MEETING WITH LAWYERS in my pink face covering. it is always respected and that is very validating to my way.

when arriving anywhere i always take precautions. i always warn buckaroos ahead of time that there is a masked man coming. i always have someone go in ahead of me JUST IN CASE. again, there has never been an issue. at a big conference where i am a special guest there is ESPECIALLY not an issue because my face and bio are printed IN THE DANG PROGRAM

SOME FUN TIMES AT BIG EVENTS BELOW:

CHUCK ON TV SHOW NAME OF 'AT MIDNIGHT' BACK BEFORE I WROTE LOVE IS REAL ON MY HEAD:

well, there has never been an issue.... UNTIL NOW.

PART TWO: RESCINDED

a few days ago TEXAS LIBRARY ASSOCIATION suddenly messaged my publishers and said that chuck tingle is no longer invited. my invitation was rescinded. the reason given was that people could possibly be uncomfortable with my mask

right out of the gate i would like to say this: it is absolutely the right of the texas library association to disinvite someone from their conference. it is their event, after all, and they can ban anyone they would like, for any reason.

of course, that doesnt mean other folks HEARING THIS NEWS wont have their own opinions the TLA choices. if the TLA disinvites someone, their reasoning for doing this can be discussed and analyzed. whether or not they follow their own guidelines can be questioned, and certainly their kindness and tact can be considered

there are a few BIG POINTS to make regarding this choice from the TLA

first and foremost, i just gotta say buckaroos, it is incredibly rude to invite someone to be a guest speaker at your event, have them confirm and mark off their calendar and turn down other offers, then rescind their invitation. this is maybe the simplest of the points, but it is an important one.

second, (DEEP BREATH HERE WE GO BUCKAROOS) i personally do not think of my autism as a disability very often, but i also KNOW that despite these feelings it ABSOLUTELY IS. autism is important to be listed as a recognized disability because of the help some autistic buckaroos need regarding government programs and things like that. ALSO just because my neurodivergence has helped me in some ways (hyperfocus and a unique artistic sensibility for example). i personally need to step back and remember my battle with stress and chronic pain from having to neurotypically mask all the time. for as much as i love being autistic it has made some things very difficult.

in other words, i am perfectly capable of speaking and interacting with folks without this pink bag on my head BUT WHEN I AM IN THE CHUCK TINGLE SPACE I REQUIRE IT. i can ONLY use this space while covering my face. is not a want. it is a need. holding this boundary is more important than i can ever say. i will not, and can not, let these spaces cross.

TLA not letting an autistic author wear the face cover theyve set up to express their neurodivergence in a safe, healthy way is--for lack of a better term--NOT A GOOD LOOK.

i cannot fathom them disinviting another author for using a disability aid. i cannot fathom them saying that a buckaroo who hears better with a hearing device cannot use it during their panel because it would make others 'uncomfortable'.

but here we are.

PART THREE: WHAT DOES A BUCKAROO GOTTA DO TO GET BANNED AROUND HERE?

this is the TLAs official stance on disability issues according to their website:

when poking around on the TLA website i noticed a few other things. i noticed a previous guest speaker wearing a niqab, and i was left wondering if the religious significance is what make that okay but chuck tingle banned. that made sense until i looked deeper and saw mascot buckaroos dressed up on the exhibition floor, and saw some kind of spiderbud in a costume contest. nobody around them seemed to be all that scared. their invitations REMAINED INTACT.

it should be mentioned here that AT ONE POINT during the discussions an email was sent from TLA saying chuck is allowed to come and wear his mask in the exhibition halls and smaller panels, just not at any of the big PAID PANELS i was once supposed to participate on. this was a confusing offer, but their explanation was that people who paid for something should have the option to not see chucks 'scary neurodivergence aid'. i tried to wrap my head around WHY they would make a distinction. maybe the exchange of money (rather than time) causes some kind of philosophical adjustment that i just cant grasp?

i wonder, would the author who wears a niqab ALSO be banned from the paid panels? i hope not

my answers trotted up short until i investigated deeper and found this quick moment from one of the TLA help videos. while some events DO require additional buckaroo cash, it actually appears that THE ENTIRE CONFERENCE IS TICKETED AND COSTS MONEY.

at this point i realized there is clearly no actual official policy about not covering your face (other than one from a few years ago saying that you HAVE to cover your face), and the addition of 'money' is a red herring. these excuses make no sense

PART FOUR: CLOSE THOSE GATES

it appears that my neurodivergence is 'scary' enough to get me uninvited, REGARDLESS what their disability and mask policies may say

BUT WHY? why is chucks preferred physical presentation valued SO little by the TLA that a THEORETICAL complaint is worth more? is my neurodivergent expression so awful? is my own safety as a queer activist such an afterthought?

is a pink bag with the words 'love is real' scrawled across the front REALLY going to frighten someone when the posters and pamphlets on the way into in panel would have a photo of my masked face saying THIS IS LITERALLY WHO IS ABOUT TO APPEAR BEFORE YOU.

if THAT accommodation is too much, would it really be so difficult to have someone trot out beforehand and make an announcement? to say 'there is someone on this upcoming panel who needs a mask to express this part of himself, if this makes you uncomfortable then this panel might not be for you'.

and really, i have to heckin ask, is this physical expression of my raw inner truth really so hideous and frightening that fear of making someone uncomfortable is a REAL problem?

(a terrifying display of autism. apparently)

i cannot imagine what kind of precautions they need to take before a stage play featuring costumes and masks.

you MIGHT think chucks queerness and left leaning politics could be the issue with this organization, but they have had drag queens as past speakers (also featuring some GLORIOUS makeup and hair that covers almost all of their faces. VERY CURIOUS). regardless, the TLA do not seem like a conservative bunch.

if you are bisexual or an autistic person who is good at 'passing' you probably already know where this is headed, your dang spiderbuckaroo senses are tingling at FULL ALERT. i will say i do not KNOW the real reason why i was uninvited, and i do not have enough information to make any concrete statement of the real answer. there is only evidence that masks have been fine at TEXAS LIBRARY ASSOCIATION events in the past, but not much else to go on.

so the FACTS part of our discussion ends there, but i think it opens us up to talk about some very important feelings that bisexual and autistic buckaroos know well.

THIS is where we take a unfortunate, hurtful moment and turn it into a discussion. this is where we prove love is real.

as someone who is constantly doubted and put through purity tests because of my unique way, we are pushing up against a subject i know well. thats right buckaroos: we are talking GATEKEEPING

AGAIN, i do not know if this is the answer, but someone in my position might be VERY STRONGLY INCLINED TO THINK that a few well-meaning left leaning buckaroos think i am a joke and that this is a character, and that there is something problematic about my work because i am not really a real person.

any upstanding left leaning organization would OF COURSE allow a mask for a neurodivergent buckaroo with an unusual visual presentation, an autistic buckaroo who conquered his chronic pain ONLY by creating this important space... but what about a FAKE autistic buckaroo?

any upstanding left leaning organization would OF COURSE allow a mask for a queer LGBTQ activist standing up for gay and trans rights against a torrent of scoundrels hunting for his legal identity. its a matter of safety... but what about a FAKE queer activist?

let me be very clear for the 100th time: i am a real person. this is not a joke. i am not playing a character. i am really autistic and bisexual. tinglers are sincere and they are not ‘so bad theyre good’. they are just good. camp damascus is not ‘my first serious book’ because my queer erotica is serious. my art is important and real.

when people tell me to unmask they often do not know WHY they want it, and of course one very good reason is innocent curiosity. but there are SOME cases where i start to get THAT feeling--that tingle all of us ‘passing’ buckaroos get when we can sense the real intent behind the poking and prodding. that is the feeling of stumbling into a gatekeepers crosshairs.

if i was to take off my pink bag, what about my face would you analyze to tell if i was REALLY queer. my eye color? my ear shape? if you learned my legal name, would you see if it sounded autistic? is my voice neurodivergent enough?

or is all of that utterly absurd? i am curious what the TEXAS LIBRARY ASSOCIATION thinks.

PART FIVE: GENDERED

this will be the shortest of parts, but it has to be said. i have a very complex relationship with gender, as written about at length here and here. i understand these things can be difficult to parse for some, but i ask that you trust me when i say that the ONLY reason i have been able to talk about my gender and sexuality and learn these things about myself is because of this pink bag. this outward appearance is a direct expression and reflection of my gender journey.

if the texas library association does not care about my appearance as an expression of my autism, then i cant imagine them giving a dang about it as an expression of my gender and queerness. that being said, it is personally very important to me and i think it should be mentioned

PART SIX: SO YOU WANT TO REMOVE AN AUTISTIC QUEER AUTHOR FROM YOUR EVENT BECAUSE PEOPLE MIGHT FIND THEIR DIFFERENCES SCARY

there is a question to be asked here: how could the TLA have done this correctly?

i have one very big piece of advice i would like to shout from the rooftops. please, for the love of sweet barbara, DO ENOUGH RESEARCH to know if this appearance will be a problem and, IF SO, dont extend an invitation in the first place. unique buckaroos with different presentations are constantly left in this place of limbo because we are bombarded with careless actions like those of the TLA. before you consider extending a branch to an artist who might need more accommodations than usual, think to yourself 'CAN WE MAKE THESE ACCOMMODATIONS?'

putting all of this on the shoulders of a single 'buckaroo with a difference' is exhausting. as the TLA has shown, we currently live on a timeline where a buckaroo like myself never really knows if an invite is SOLID without doing a deep dive history lesson on how often a group discriminates and against who.

i did not want to spend my whole family holiday worrying whether or not i should say something publicly or just lie down and shut my dang mouth. i had to consider HOW i should say it. i had to worry whether or not its worth standing up for myself in the face of the largest state library association in the country. i think buckaroos with differences are with me when i say: WE ARE SICK OF HAVING TO DO THIS WORK TO COVER FOR THE POOR BEHAVIOR OF LARGE ORGANIZATIONS WHO TREAT US BADLY

another option would just be to use kindness and common sense and happily accommodate artists with unique presentations to your conventions

PART SEVEN: LOVE IS STILL REAL

i would like to close by saying THANK YOU to my publisher nightfire and editor kelly for standing up for me. they immediately stood firm and had my back. they are the real dang deal. THANK YOU to my management and agent buds dongwon and gino for trotting along beside me. THANK YOU to the folks at the texas library association who initially invited chuck with goodness in their heart and then likely got bowled over by someone else, and maybe even got knocked to the side by a big closing gate.

i hope there are librarians in texas who are still interested in carrying BURY YOUR GAYS when it comes out (which is ironically about someone who creates a space through art to express their queerness where they cant otherwise). libraries prove love is real and what they do IS SO IMPORTANT. it was SO IMPORTANT TO ME as a young buckaroo and i cannot thank you enough. i am not sure if me writing all of this will hurt my sales in some way, but this opportunity to speak about the reality of disability awareness and queer gatekeeping is too important to stay silent. (if you have not already preordered BURY YOUR GAYS then give it a preorder to make up for some texas library losses i guess.)

which leads me to my final thank you. THANK YOU to the buckaroos reading this. yes YOU. i am in the position to stand up and speak my mind against scoundrel forces ONLY because i have the might of you buckaroos by my side. the buckaroo trot is ALL OF OUR TROT and we are ALL HERE TO PROVE LOVE. i cannot tell you how much i appreciate the way you have created a space for me to express these important parts of myself. you have seen this pink mask over my face and saying YES, I ACCEPT YOU, you have literally saved my life. for that i am so thankful.

if you are UPSET by what youve read here, then turn it into something positive. you can support autistic creators, or make a donation to the AUTISTIC SELF ADVOCACY NETWORK

and besides WHO IS REALLY MISSING OUT? this is what it looks like when you invite the worlds greatest author chuck tingle to your event and treat their identity as valid. WE HAVE A DANG GOOD TIME

KEEP TROTTING INTO THE FUTURE. KEEP KICKING DOWN GATES WHEREVER THEY MAY BE. KEEP PROVING LOVE IS REAL AND PROVING IT TOGETHER. lets go buckaroos - chuck

UPDATE AN HOUR AFTER POSTING:

true buckaroo TJ KLUNE was set to be another author on panel chuck was removed from and has informed me he has now chosen to decline his invitation in support and solidarity with chuck. i am so deeply moved by this. thank you from bottom of heart buckaroo

to be very clear TJ has a huge platform and DOES NOT NEED TO DO THIS. these conferences are great for book sales and he is taking a hit out of pure solidarity. this is queer buckaroos standing up for eachother. i am floored by this kindness and love

please consider checking out his books if they are not already covering your dang bookshelf. chuck blurbed IN THE LIVES OF PUPPETS and i was blown away i heckin loved it

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