#and you know the job is important to both of them

[ovrgrwnivy]

CLASSIFIED ; spencer reid

synopsis ; a sleepy morning turns into spencer falling over himself to get to work on time, forgetting his badge behind him.

includes ; spencer reid x fem!reader, kissing, getting interrupted by the bau, secret relationship

sunlight flittered through your blinds, heat radiated off your boyfriend who laid beside you, his arm draped over you as he slept peacefully. you card your fingers through his hair, unintentionally stirring him from his sleep.

“oh, i’m sorry baby” you apologise, voice soft in an attempt to keep him from waking up any further “go back to sleep.”

it was a rare day off for spencer, by your second date he’d told you he was in the bau, by your fifth you had gotten used to work tearing him away. but despite the annoyance, you had gotten used to it. you understood his job was important, you understood that evil wouldn’t take a break just so you could keep your boyfriend all to yourself.

when you asked him how personal time worked, he admitted to you that his team didn’t know he had a girlfriend. it stung a little, but when he explained that his job would be putting you at risk it softened the blow.

you’d heard the horror stories, how his boss’s wife was killed just so the unsub could get to him, about another girl who had been shot simply for being an agent.

it sucked, but you understood why, at least for now, spencer didn’t want to broadcast you all over the office.

“don’t wanna,” spencer mumbled, pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder as he blinked his eyes open “don’t wanna waste my one day off.”

you couldn’t help the small smile that appeared when he said that, days off may be hard to come by but spencer made sure you were the sole focus for every second of them.

he propped himself up on his elbow, his other hand tightening its grip on your waist to pull you closer “c’mere, pretty”

his sleepy voice makes the words sound even better as you lazily wrap your arms around his neck, your fingers toying with the hair at the back of his head.

he presses a lazy kiss to your lips, which quickly spirals into something deeper. his hands grip at your waist, desperate, like he was afraid that if he loosened his grip you’d disappear.

trails of nips and kisses are dragged along your neck as he moves to hover over you, your breathing is shallow, fingers tightening in his hair as his hand slides over the surface of your stomach, fingers tracing along the hem of your underwear.

“fuck,” spencer mumbles, long fingers slipping under the fabric agonisingly slowly “you look so pretty, baby, so pretty under me.”

you let your eyes fall closed, his mouth still attached to your neck as his fingers ghosted across your skin.

until his phone rings, eliciting a frustrated groan from you both. you watch as he reluctantly reaches for it to see who’s calling. you don’t need to ask, his irate expression tells you it’s work.

“yeah?” his tone is blunt, uncharacteristically so but you can’t exactly blame him “what? no, i’m not supposed to be — right. fine.”

he doesn’t need to explain what’s going on, you already know by the way he jumps out of bed and hurriedly starts getting ready to head into work.

it’s immature, you know, but you can’t help but cross your arms in annoyance as you watch him bolt back and forth around the room.

“sorry, baby.” spencer sighs, easily reading the mixture of frustration and disappointment in your expression “i’ll make it up to you, promise.”

you hum in agreement as he presses a kiss to your forehead, promising to call you when he could before disappearing out of the room, and in turn, your apartment. you stay in bed a little longer, feeling sorry for yourself and worrying about your boyfriend at the same time.

the floor is a mess, both yours and spencer’s clothes strewn around as well as decorative pillows and comforters. as you begin picking clothes up from the floor, your eyes fall on a small, rectangular piece of leather hidden under a pair of socks.

spencer’s badge.

you gnaw on your bottom lip, conflicted on what to do. by now spencer would already be at the office, calling him to come back would cut important time from his schedule. but without it he’d be in trouble.

you needed to bring it to him without airing his personal business to the entire building, which is how you ended up signing in as a visitor who was here to meet with agent derek morgan.

the only name you heard from spencer that you could remember confidently.

a serious looking woman showed you the way to the bau office, your fingers nervously drumming on the leather cover of the badge as you headed up the elevator.

all hope was lost once you stepped out, two glass doors showcasing the expanse of the office filled with people shoulder deep in whatever they were working on.

you look around the hallway like a deer in headlights, unsure if you could just walk in or if you could just give the badge to someone else to pass on to spencer.

“you okay!?” a cheerful blonde approaches you, seemingly from nowhere. arms stacked with files and carrying a coffee cup at the same time.

“uh,” you’d feel guilty adding to her workload “do you need a hand?”

mentally you face palm, cursing yourself for your lack of social skills in the simplest of situations.

“please!” the woman gasps, the ceramic mug wobbling in her hand “hotch is going to kill me if i spill coffee all over his case. i already told him ‘mister hotch sir, it would be easier to go digital’ but nooo.”

you laugh softly, taking the mug from her unstable hand and tugging open the door for her.

surely you could enter with someone who was actually allowed in the office.

“follow me!”

she’s speeding ahead, a woman on a mission, up the steps and into what seems like a conference room. you trail behind apprehensively, not wanting to get either of you into trouble by just swanning in.

“if there’s any dismembered bodies or general badness on the screen i swear to god!” she warns, rounding a corner and disappearing into the room.

you hang back awkwardly, partly because you have no business in there but mostly just in case there was any dismembered people on display.

“you’re all good!” her head pops around the corner and she motions for you to come in, so you do.

there’s barely time to register your surroundings, a circular table with a group of people sitting around it. you spot spencer instantly, you don’t even attempt to guess who everyone else is.

his head is buried in a case file, so your presence is unknown to him. which isn’t a surprise considering you’re not meant to be in the building let alone the office.

“garcia, we talked about this.”

a stern voice comes from a tall, serious looking man. you didn’t need to be a genius to work out he was most definitely spencers boss.

“right.” the woman, garcia, presses her mouth into a thin line as she gently takes the mug from your hands “do you know where you’re meant to be, lovely?”

“oh, uh, here actually.”

as you retrieve the badge from your back pocket, spencers head snaps up at the sound of your voice. his eyes widen slightly and a small smile makes its way onto his face.

“hey, what are you doing here?”

his question catches you off guard, even more so when he gets to his feet and moves around the table towards you.

wordlessly, you hand over his id, the perfectly rehearsed excuse of finding it at a cafe stuck in your throat now that spencer had made it known you weren’t a stranger.

“how did i — thank you.” his smile widens slightly, his hand resting on your waist briefly as he pressed a thankful kiss to your temple “i’ll call you on the plane, okay?”

you knew he wasn’t trying to brush you off, but he was evidently busy and you had no actual reason to still be here.

you nod, face warming up when he gives you another quick kiss before you go, sending a tiny smile and a brief wave towards the rest of the team.

as you gently shut the door behind you, you aren’t quick enough to miss the questions thrown in spencers direction. even laughing softly at garcias exclamation of “spencer has a girlfriend!”

[starshinedreamer]

Alrighty y'all, grab a chair and get comfy whilst I yap about my son, my pride and joy, the greatest thing to ever happen to me, my D&D OC: Raymond Foxwood. He is a Wood Elf Druid with the Researcher background and a Neutral-Good alignment (Images at the very end).

I haven't figured out what his voice sounds like yet. I'm thinking he may kind of have an accent? But like it's barely there. I do have an idea for a possible Japanese voice claim: Souta from the movie Suzume.

His best friend? I guess it would be my friend's D&D character. Her name is Topaz and she is a Dragonborne. Not besties, but pretty close.

Ooooooo boy, I got a whole playlist my friend and I have been cooking up for this sad little fella. Here's a couple of them that I think describes him best:

-"The Moss" by Cosmo Sheldrake

-"Rom-Com Gone Wrong" by Matt Maltese

-"When She Loved Me" by Sarah McLachlan

-"Home" by Cavetown

-"Valentine" by Laufey

-"Love Like You" by Rebecca Sugar

He's like, dealing with a heavy breakup until "Valentine" when he meets his current partner :)

4. "I do Adore" by Mindy Gledhill

5. Nope! But I actually thought about it when I was first creating his character just to see how he would act with other dynamics.

6. A scientist. More specifically, an ecologist. He loves nature and learning about all there is to know about life and the world. He also likes finding ways to help others, so maybe even a pharmacologist?

8. Writing, researching, reading, gardening, and making little insect and animal models because he is a NERD™ /lh<3

9. He generally takes good care of his physical health. Although, his flaw is "Most people scream when they see a demon. I stop and take notes on its anatomy," soooo. "For science" he says. "It's for the greater good" he says.

10. Well he's trying his best. But sometimes anxiety just surprises you and all of the sudden you're spiraling and things seem much worse than they are and pfffft whaddya meeeeaaaan I'm sorta self projecting? But he is the kind of person who feels bad about asking for help and then sort of holds it all in.

11. Inspirations were taken Link from The Legend of Zelda series (mainly BOTW) and Howl from Howl's Moving Castle for his design. Everything else was based purely on my own self indulgences for a nerdy elf character (and the songs my friend keeps sending my for him).

12. Same response as question 2 :)

13. No not really, but he is fighting against an organization that keeps threatening and trying to burn down the library he works/lives in with the librarian: Amanita (Ama, Anita, or Nita for short). Amanita is the person who raised and took care of Raymond after his family died in a fire. A fire caused by the same organization who's trying to harm them now. This is his main reason for joining a campaign; to get stronger and protect his loved ones.

14. This one flippin poison dragon we fought. Or maybe that's just me because I really didn't want to let them leave alive. I don't think Raymond necessarily hates anyone.

15. That all honestly depends on how the rest this campaign will play out. My friend has told me that they all did die a couple times, and we almost died to the STINKIN DRAGON but that's not important right now. But L O R E wise, he'd probably still do his researcher stuff until he's really old. Then he'll write books and share his stories :)

16. If they were alive, then I could see him having a great relationship with his parents since they were also big nerds like him. His relationship with Amanita is also great, and he really wants to protect her since she has done so much for him.

17. YESSSSSS! He loves sharing his knowledge with others and would do such a great job teaching kids. Ohhhh this is such a good one, yes he would feel bad if he had to leave them.

18. He/Him :>

19. Biromantic Asexual. His love language in giving is Acts of Service, and Quality Time for both giving and receiving.

20. A longbow and rocks. He has a cantrip spell called "Magic Stone" which lets me make a ranged attack by throwing small pebbles or stones. I like to call this spell the "RAYMOND, STONE 'EM" spell because its funnnnyyyy.

21. hmmmmmmmmmm Actually, I'm not sure! I guess maybe "Nothing You Can Take From Me" from The Hunger Games: The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes.

22. Will generally go for the non-violent option (more of a lover), but if initiatives are rolling, he'll fight.

23. Extremely. He'll show up with a new tire to fix the flat one, and an extra one for any future situations.

24. Undecided

25. Not singing out loud, but he would definitely hum to himself! :)

26. Irises, forget-me-nots, and bluebells

27. Symbolism wise, a deer. 'Just because' wise, a rabbit, a fox, and a kitty cat :3

28. The Nerds™ (found at the end of this post:) ).

29. Cozy stuff, lo-fi, books, plants, leather notebooks, and an overall sort of cottage core mixed with academia aesthetic. (Mood Board made in Canva :>)

30. Accepts this as their new life(yippee!). They have now been adopted. Will try to find a way to bring up their interests in conversations.

Fuck it, OC brain rot won. Get ready for the Secret Ask List

1) Does your OC have a voice claim, if so who?

2) Who's your OCs best friend? How did they become best friends?

3) What song describes your OC?

4) What song describes your OC and their partner/love interest?

5) Do you ship your OC with a Canon character? If so who?

6) If your OC is in a fantasy setting, what profession would they be in the modern day?

7) Vice-Versa! If your OC is in the modern day, what fantasy class would they be? Would they be a different race?

8) What hobbies does your OC have? What do they do to unwind?

9) How does your OC handle their physical health? Do they take care of themselves?

10) How does your OC handle their mental health? Do they take care of themselves?

11) What was your inspiration for your OC?

12) Does your OC interact with other people's OC? If so, who's their best OC friend?

13) Does your OC have a rival? How did it start?

14) Who's a character your OC cannot stand! It's on sight when they see them!

15) Will your OC ever retire? Do you see them making it?

16) How's their relationship with their parents? Are they alive?

17) If your OC has kids, are they a good parent? Do they ever feel guilty if they have to leave them?

18) What are their pronouns? What would they like to be called?

19) What's their sexuality? What's their love language both giving and receiving?

20) If they fight, what's their weapon of choice?

21) What song best describes their relationship with their enemy?

22) Fight or Flight? Are they a lover or a fighter?

23) Is your OC reliable? Can I call them up at two in the morning if I have a flat tire?

24) Can they play any instruments? If so, what do they play?

25) Are they the kind of person who can't resist a good song? Can I catch your OC singing to themselves while they do the dishes?

26) What flower do you associate your OC with?

27) What's their spirit tamagotchi? Or an animal you associate them with?

28) What clique would they be in? (Draw them in the clothes of said group!)

29) Imagine a mood board for your OC! What's on it? (Make it if you want!)

30) My OC and your OC are friends. This isn't a question. I'm not asking. (How do they respond?)

[nerdygirlramblings]

Hello! Ive been binging poly!141 and I keep coming back to your writing for my fix (because by now its basically an addiction😅)

I had this idea that the 141 are together with a civilian reader. And civilian reader works in retail, part time, and is mostly at home. Normally, they would be home by the time their boys came home, welcoming them with open arms, a hot plate of food, and time to rest and relax. But this time, the 141 get home early and realize where reader works: Walmart (or equivalent). Reader has been keeping this a secret cause they know its not cute like a coffee shop or cool. Its just their job. And now the most important men in their life know. Im thinking the 141 found out because they went grocery shopping and happened to come across reader or something similar to that.

I work at Walmart and it sucks🥲 thought that maybe something like this might help😅

Tysm, nonny! So happy to hear you like the writing. I hope this does your idea justice. (Walmart doesn't have stores in the UK, but they own ASDA.)

Also, thank you for my first request! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

pure fluff, bad accents (per usual)

Your boys find out you work part-time at ASDA on a random rainy Thursday in March.

You don't really need a job. All four of your lovers are officers with the British army. Prior to you, they all lived in base barracks. Prior to you, they lived fairly Spartan existences. Prior to you, most of their income sat in the bank, quietly accumulating.

They have plenty of money saved up that they love using to spoil you, when you let them. You know that if you asked, they'd give you everything, but you draw the line about asking them for an allowance like some tradwife. You want some pocket money of your own. Thus, the part-time job at the ASDA in town.

You're a people person, good at handling big personalities. You need to be to keep up with your boys. Between John's need for control, Simon's stoic dominance, Johnny's aggressive enthusiasm, and Kyle's blinding charisma, you aren't some shrinking violet. Within a week of your hire, your manager watches how you weather a nasty piece of work trying to demand concessions you aren't permitted to give and immediately puts you in customer service.

You're nearly unflappable in the face of frustrated pensioners and harried parents and entitled young professionals. Over and over, you're the one they call when a customer is going spare. Which is how your boys find out about your job.

They've been deployed for over two weeks, and you have no idea when they'll return. John had originally said they'd be gone for at least a month, so you aren't expecting them home any time soon. However, they'd come home much earlier than anyone thought, and they wanted to surprise you.

You're always so good about making the house feel like a home, with your bright smile and warm laughter, your home cooked food and soft touches in decor. You make them feel like people, not weapons, and they want to return the favor. This last deployment had been hard, and all four of your boys were missing your sweet voice and tender care. They wanted to show you that they loved and cared for you the way you always showed your love and care for them.

It was Johnny's suggestion to prep a meal for you as both a surprise and a thank you. After debrief, they pile into the car and decide to stop at ASDA for everything they need before heading home to surprise you. It's John who causes the code call.

You hear Susan's voice over the store-wide address system. "We could use a little Sunshine in the floral department." That's your cue. You finish with the pensioner at your till as Jacob, your manager, comes over to relieve you.

You take a deep breath and square your shoulders. In your experience, a Sunshine call in floral is a man angry the store doesn't have the fancy arrangements listed on the website. You wish the signage on the site would be more clear that the beautiful bouquets are online orders only. It would save you having to explain why the offers in store are so limited.

You hear him before you see him, smokey voice grumbling, "But if they show the bloody thing on the site as available, you should have it hear." You'd recognize the voice anywhere. He's not angry, not really, but Susan doesn't know that. Add in the sheer size of him, and Simon looming over his shoulder, it's no wonder she called for support.

You have never wanted to walk away from a situation as much as you want to right now, but before you can make an escape, Susan notices you over John's shoulder. Her little wave is enough for your men to notice, and they turn as one to see you coming towards them. Immediately their demeanor shifts. Simon's back sags as though his strings were cut, leaving him loose-limbed. John stands a little straighter, chin up as if to impress you. They've both broken out in smiles, though Simon's are only evidenced by the laugh lines you know to look for. It's only as you get close do they zero in on the badge on your shirt.

"I've got this, Susan," you say to your co-worker. "Jacob's on my till. Can you cover?"

Susan wrings her hands. "Are you sure you don't want me to stay and-"

"They're nothing I can't handle," you tell her, cutting off her worried rambles. There's a cheeky glint in your eye as you flick your gaze at your men. You clap your hands together and say, "Right, let's get this settled, then."

Susan takes one quick look between you and the now slightly less intimidating men and heads towards the front of the store.

Once she's out of earshot, John's face breaks into a frown. "What're you doing here, love?" He glances at your name on your chest again. "You work here?" He sounds almost hurt by the revelation. You can tell Simon wants to reach for you, and the only thing stopping him is you working.

You hear heavy footfalls behind you as Johnny's Scottish lilt reaches your ears. "Och, Cap! Ye said ye'd only be a moment. Gaz and I had a hell of a time getting the trolley on its lift ta find ye. How hard is it to buy bon..." His question dies on his lips as you turn around. "Bonnie?" He, too, sounds hurt to find you working here.

You can see Kyle over Johnny's shoulder, confusion written across his features. This is not how you wanted your boys to find out about your job, if you ever wanted them to actually find out. You thought maybe you'd surprise them with tickets to Hereford FC's opening game in a few months. And if they asked how you afforded them, you could handle this conversation then, but it's out of your hands now.

And as much as you don't want to have this conversation, especially not in the middle of the floral department, you can't stop the wide grin at seeing your boys again, home and whole.

"Hi, boys," you say, opening your arms. Disappointed he might be about finding you here, Johnny's no fool. He immediately steps into your embrace, and the others quickly follow suit. You're swallowed up by the smell and feel of them. The hug lasts one minute. Then two. Then they all slowly step back.

You can see the questions and cut them off before they get started. "I have another three hours before I'm off. We can talk at home, and I'll tell you anything you want to know."

John nods first. He recognizes your tone. You won't let them derail you for answers now, and they would be wasting their breath to try. "You heard the lady, lads. Let's get home."

They start to walk away when you tease, "Captain? Was there a reason you were arguing with Susan about the flowers?"

He halts his steps and turns to you, flush creeping up his neck. He brings his hand up to rub it as he says, "Er, I, we, wanted to get ya something nice, but they don't have the same ones as online."

You melt a little, watching the way your men shift nervously behind their captain. You smile softly and reach over, plucking a bouquet of rainbow poms from the rack. "These are what I usually get for myself when you're away."

John takes them gently from your hand and passes them to Gaz to put in the trolley. "We'll see you at home, love," he murmurs, leaning over briefly to kiss your cheek. Simon kisses the top of your head, fabric brushing your hair. Johnny pulls you in for another bruising hug and kisses your other cheek. Gaz puts his hands on your waist, drinking in the sight of you, before taking your hands in his and kissing your palms.

You watch them leave, wondering how you'll make it through the rest of your shift.

Three hours and fifteen minutes later, you cross the threshold of your shared home to the most delicious scents wafting from the kitchen. After slipping your shoes off next to the piles of boots at the door, you follow your nose back to the kitchen and the spread laid out on the large wood-topped island. There's a roast and mushy peas and mashed potatoes and stewed carrots and battered cod and crisps and spinach all surrounding the flowers you'd suggested, nestled in the vase you love most, the Caithness one Johnny'd bought you on your first trip with them to Scotland.

At the table, your men sit, plates made for everyone, waiting on you. They've changed since you saw them. Gone are any traces of fatigues and tactical gear. Instead they're all in casual civvies, truly home for the first time in nearly three weeks. Simon stands as you come in and pulls out your chair, smile on his scarred lips. "Come sit, doll," he tells you, not quite an order.

You look quickly around. "Let me change," you say, tugging at your uniform top. "I won't be but a minute." You back out of the room before they can stop you. You hurry to your bedroom, pulling your top off as you go. Once behind the door, you slip from your trousers into comfortable leggings and a large jumper, one of Kyle's you think.

By the time you make it back to the kitchen, your men are more than a little antsy. Simon's smile is a little strained, Johnny is fidgeting, Kyle keeps glancing between you and John, and John is staring at you. Your chair is still out. He waves a hand at it, and gently says, "Come sit, love." It's couched as request, but you know a command from your lover when you hear it.

You take your seat at the table. "Listen-" you start, but John cuts you off.

"Are we not providing for ya, love?" You see the hurt in his eyes, how much it bothers him to think he, they, aren't doing enough for you.

"Oh, John, dear, no!" you reply, putting your hand over his on the table. "It's not that at all."

"Then what?" Simon asks.

You look at them all, the expectant faces waiting to hear how they failed you. "I get restless sometimes. I love you, and I love our life. I'm happy to take care of the house and make sure you're all fed after a long day. But I wasn't built for sitting around doing nothing. I like people; being home on my own all day can get lonely. Especially when you're deployed. I also like having my own pocket money."

John opens his mouth, and you know what he's about to say, so you continue. "I know you'd give me any money I need or want, but I like having my money. Money I earned myself." You look around at them, willing them to understand. "It's only part time. Helps me keep a little busy and have a little extra to spoil you and me with."

Johnny is frowning, but you see Kyle, head cocked, looking at you as a puzzle. "I think I understand," he says softly. "You were making you way just fine before us, and you gave up everything for us."

At his words, the crease between John's brow deepens, and you're sure he's remembering the job you had, that you'd somewhat enjoyed, when you'd first met them. You'd been working at RAF Lakenheath, living in a cozy flat in Cambridge, near The Backs, when the 141 had been coming through the base after an op. An injury had put Kyle in the med center for a week, and while he could have been transported to Hereford once stable, Laswell had worked it out for the whole team to have some R&R near the base.

You'd quite literally run into John one day, rushing to your office, after which he suggested lunch as an apology. You quickly became close with all four, smitten with them from the start. In turn, they fell hard for you. They wooed you over the course of several weeks, stopping through Lakenheath on deployments to spend some time with you. Six months in and you were completely gone on all four of them, so when they'd asked you to move to Hereford, you did without ever looking back. But it meant giving up the life you'd led.

Somewhere along the way, your happiness overshadowed all you'd left behind. After a few weeks, being home alone while your men worked started to feel isolating. You liked being a little busy, and there weren't enough projects around the house to keep you busy enough. You'd always been independent, but you didn't want to be stuck in a job with long hours anymore. You wanted to be home for your men. So you'd found the job at ASDA.

Kyle reaches over to where you hand is still on John's. "I'm sorry we didn't ask how you were coping us being gone all day," he says. He looks you in the eye as he continues. "I understand wanting to do something, wanting to be a little busy, and if this makes you happy, then I'm all for it, doll." He gives you a small smile and squeezes your and John's hand.

"Gaz is right," Simon rumbles. "We were so happy to have you here we didn't think about what you did all alone all day." He puts a heavy hand on your thigh, the warmth of him seeping through your thin leggings. "'m glad you have something to keep you from getting lonely."

"Sorry, hen," Johnny murmurs, just above a whisper. "We didnae think a' ye enough." You smile widely at him.

"Johnny, you think of me all the time. This isn't about neglect at all!" You try to catch his eye, but he's looking hard at the table in front of him. "You did nothing wrong, love," you tell him gently.

He looks at you, blue eyes bright. "Ye sure?" You've never seen him this nervous before, and you break a little.

"I'm sure love."

He smiles then, a little smile, but it brightens his face and shifts the mood in the room. You look at John who's been surprisingly quiet this whole time.

He's smiling, but it's a little sad. "I know ya said we didn't do anything wrong, but we feel like we did. We didn't notice you were bored, didn't ask if you were lonely." He flips his hand over under yours and threads your fingers with his. "Yer giving us a gift by not blaming us, and we'd be stupid not to take it, even though it feels like yer giving us an out. Thank you." He brings your hand to his lips and kisses it softly.

"Thank you. I was worried you'd be mad," you admit.

"Never could make us mad with something like this, hen," Johnny reassures you. "I'm sorry we had to spoil your day is all."

You turn back to look at the food on the island. "You didn't spoil my day. You made it. You're home early, and you made such a lovely spread. I think we should tuck in, yeah?"

Simon chuckles. "Point made, doll," he says, scooping a heaping helping of mash onto his fork. The rest take it as a sign to start eating too.

The room is silent save for the sounds of food savored until John pipes up, "Why'd ya come to florals, love? We might have missed ya altogether if not for that."

You giggle. "The sunshine call, John."

"Yeah?" He clearly doesn't understand.

"It's the shop call for a difficult customer. When I'm on shift, it's my job to handle those." You look at each of your lovers in turn. "Seems I've got a knack for dealing with muppets," you tell them with a smirk.

[hansmic]

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model! felix x photographer female! reader

MDNI!!

summary: A photographer and a model, whose lives have never truly intersected, find themselves working together on an important project. As the photoshoot progresses, the chemistry between them grows, leading to unexpected moments of intimacy and vulnerability.

genre: fluff, romance, smut

warnings, unprotected sex, fingering, kissing

word count: 2.9k

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As a professional photographer, you pride yourself on your technical skills and artistic eye. But there's something about this particular photoshoot that has you feeling a little nervous. Maybe it's the importance of the project, or maybe it's the fact that the model you'll be working with is none other than Felix, a man you've never met before but have seen in magazines and on billboards all over the city.

You arrive at the studio early to set up, and as you're adjusting the lighting and cameras, you hear the door open and in walks Felix, looking even more handsome in person than he does in photographs.

He introduces himself and you shake hands, feeling a small jolt of electricity at his touch. You get right to work, directing Felix to pose in different outfits and settings, snapping pictures as he complies.

As you continued to take photos, you couldn't help but notice how easy it was to work with Felix. He seemed to have a natural charisma and poise in front of the camera, effortlessly transitioning from one pose to the next.

"Is this what you had in mind?" he asked, as he posed against a white backdrop.

You smiled, feeling a sense of satisfaction at his ability to follow your directions and yet still add his own flair to each shot.

"Yes, that's perfect," you said, looking through the lens and capturing the image. "You're a natural at this, you know."

Felix chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "Thanks," he said. "I've been doing this a while, but it's always nice to work with a talented photographer."

You feel a little flutter in your stomach at his compliment, but quickly brush it off as you focus on the task at hand.

As the photoshoot progresses, you can feel a growing chemistry between you and Felix. It's subtle at first, but as the hours pass, it becomes more and more apparent. There are moments where your eyes meet and a silent understanding passes between you, or when his hand accidentally brushes against yours and a shiver runs up your spine.

But despite the growing attraction, you try to remain professional. This is a job, and you're here to take pictures, not get involved with the model. But it gets harder and harder to ignore the pull you feel towards him.

Finally, as the sun starts to set, the photoshoot comes to an end. You pack up your gear, feeling a sense of both relief and disappointment that the day is over. Felix approaches you, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.

"Thanks for today," he says, his voice soft in the dim light of the studio. "I really enjoyed working with you."

You feel your cheeks flush a little at his words, and you quickly look down to adjust your camera bag.

"Yeah, no problem," you say, trying to sound nonchalant. "You were great."

He laughs softly, and you look up to meet his gaze. There's something in his eyes that makes your stomach flutter again, and for a moment, the air between you seems to crackle with electricity.

"You know," he says, taking a step closer to you, "I don't do this often, but I was wondering... would you want to grab a drink?"

You feel your heart skip a beat at his question. Part of you wants to say yes, to spend more time with him, to see where this attraction might lead. But another part of you is hesitant, reminding you that mixing business with pleasure can lead to messy complications.

"I don't know," you say, hesitating. "It's not really professional to hang out with models outside of work..."

Felix nods, respecting your concern. "Yeah, I get it. But I just... I don't know, I really enjoyed working with you today, and I thought maybe we could get to know each other better."

You can hear the sincerity in his voice, and you have to admit, you'd be lying if you said you didn't feel the same. But you're not sure if it's worth potentially jeopardizing your career for a night out.

You hesitate for a moment, torn between your professional instincts and your personal desires. But in the end, the pull towards Felix is too strong to resist.

"Okay," you say, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "I suppose one drink couldn't hurt."

Felix's face lights up with a smile. "Great," he says, sounding genuinely pleased. "There's a great bar just down the street, if you're up for it?"

You nod, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness as you sling your camera bag over your shoulder. "Lead the way."

As you and Felix leave the studio, the cool night air hits your face, and you can feel your heart rate quicken in anticipation of what the night might bring. You follow him down the street, the neon lights of the city casting a glow over everything.

The bar is cozy and dimly lit, with small tables and a few plush couches. It's the kind of place where people go to have intimate conversations over cocktails. Felix leads you over to a small table in the corner and pulls out a chair for you.

You take a seat, feeling a little self-conscious as Felix sits down across from you. The atmosphere is suddenly more intimate than before, and you can feel the weight of his gaze on you.

"So," he says, a smile playing at the corner of his lips, "tell me a little about yourself. What made you become a photographer?"

You take a deep breath, glad for the opportunity to talk about something other than the growing tension between you. You tell him about your passion for photography and how it's always been a dream of yours to make a career out of it.

Felix listens intently, asking questions and nodding along as you speak. You can see he's genuinely interested in what you have to say, and it makes you feel seen and appreciated in a way you haven't experienced in a long time.

As the conversation continues, you find yourself opening up more and more. You tell him stories about your childhood and your family, your hopes and dreams, and your struggles and fears. And Felix reciprocates, sharing his own stories about growing up as a model and the highs and lows of the industry.

As the hours tick by, the conversation flows effortlessly, never growing stale or awkward. You find yourself becoming more and more attracted to Felix, not just because of his good looks, but because of his intelligence, his sense of humor, and the way he seems to truly see you.

Eventually, the conversation turns more personal. You talk about your relationships, past and present, and the lessons you've learned from them. Felix confesses that he's been single for a while, having grown weary of the superficial connections that often come with the modeling world.

The conversation eventually reaches a more intimate territory, as you start to talk about your own love life. You confide in him that you've also been single for a while, having been too focused on your career to make time for relationships. You share your fears of being alone, and Felix listens intently, his eyes full of understanding and empathy.

As the night wears on, the drink count starts to add up. Your inhibitions start to lower, and you find yourself feeling bolder and more carefree. You laugh louder, talk more freely, and let your guard down around Felix.

At one point, your hand brushes against his as you reach for your drink, and an electric shock passes between you. You look up and meet his gaze, and there's a spark of attraction that's impossible to ignore.

Without a word, Felix stands up and holds out his hand to you. You look at it for a moment, and then take it, allowing him to help you up from your seat. You're suddenly aware of how close he is, the scent of his cologne filling your nostrils and making your head spin.

He leads you out of the bar and onto the street. The cool night air feels refreshing against your flushed skin, and you realize how tipsy you've become. You're slightly unsteady on your feet, and Felix's arm comes around your waist to support you.

You stumble a little and fall against him, your body pressing against his side. You feel the heat radiating from him, and you can hear the steady rhythm of his heart beating in his chest.

He turns to look down at you, concern etched into his features. "Are you okay?" he asks, his hand grasping your elbow to steady you.

You nod, feeling a little embarrassed by your clumsiness. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," you say, trying to smile. "I just had a little too much to drink, I think."

"Come on," he says, his tone gentle but firm. "Let's get you home."

He guides you down the street, keeping his arm around your waist to help you stay upright. You find yourself leaning heavily on him, your head swimming with alcohol and the nearness of his body.

The walk seems to take forever, and you find yourself growing more and more aware of Felix's presence beside you. You can feel the warmth of his touch, the steadiness of his breath, and the strength of his body as he practically carries you through the empty streets.

Finally, you reach your apartment building. Felix leads you up the stairs to your door, and you fish your keys out of your pocket with shaking hands. As you fumble with the lock, his hand covers yours, stilling your trembling fingers.

"Here," he says, taking the keys from you. "Let me help." He unlocks the door, and together, you stumble into your apartment.

The familiar surroundings of your home seem foreign in your inebriated state. You cling to Felix's arm as he guides you through the living room and into your bedroom.

He helps you sit on the edge of the bed, his hands gently settling on your shoulders. You look up at him, your eyes bleary and unfocused. Your body feels heavy and warm, and you have to fight the urge to lean forward and bury your face against his chest.

You look up at Felix, your vision hazy but your mind clear on one thing: you want him. The alcohol has eroded any inhibitions you had left, and all you can think about is the feeling of his body against yours.

It's as if he can read your thoughts. His eyes roam over your face, taking in the flush of your skin, the slightly parted lips. He takes a step closer, his body suddenly looming over yours.

He reaches down, his fingers brushing against the exposed skin of your neck. You gasp at the contact, feeling a shiver run down your spine. His touch is feather-light, but it sets your senses on fire.

He leans in, his lips hovering millimeters from yours. You can feel his breath on your face, warm and slightly tinged with alcohol. "You're so beautiful," he whispers, his voice low and rough.

Before you can respond, his lips are on yours, claiming your mouth with a possessive fervor. You melt against him, your hands reaching up to clutch at his shirt, pulling him closer until there's no space left between you.

He pushes you back onto the bed, his body covering yours as he continues to kiss you. Your hands roam over the planes of his back, feeling the muscles move beneath his clothes. He kisses down your neck, nipping softly at the sensitive skin, and your back arches off the bed in response.

His hands slide beneath your shirt, his touch scorching hot against your skin. He kisses down your torso, his lips caressing every inch of exposed flesh. You tangle your fingers in the sheets, your breathing coming in ragged gasps.

He continues his path down your body, his hands coming to rest at the waistband of your pants. He looks up at you, his eyes dark and filled with desire. "Can I?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nod, not trusting yourself to speak. His hands pull at the fabric of your pants, and soon they're off, tossed aside and forgotten. His lips press kisses along your thighs, moving higher and higher until they reach the edge of your underwear.

His fingers hook into the elastic, and he begins to pull them down, agonizingly slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. You lift your hips, impatient, and he chuckles, the sound muffled against your skin.

He finally pulls them off, tossing them aside to join your pants on the floor. He looks at you, his eyes taking in every inch of your body, and he lets out a low whistle. "You're even more beautiful like this," he says, his hands sliding up your thighs.

He moves back up your body, his lips trailing kisses up your stomach, your chest, your neck, until his face is level with yours once more. His hand cups your cheek, his thumb tracing the outline of your lips.

He kisses you again, his tongue delving into your mouth, and you respond hungrily, your hands wrapping around his neck to hold him close. You can feel the hard length of him against your leg, and a jolt of desire shoots through you.

He breaks the kiss, his lips moving to your ear. "I want you," he whispers, his voice low and gravelly.

His hand moves down your body, fingers tracing the curve of your hip, the softness of your stomach, until they find the heat between your legs. You gasp, your body arching into his touch, and he chuckles again, the sound sending shivers down your spine.

He slides a finger into you, his touch gentle but insistent, and you moan, your body tensing in response. He kisses your throat, his lips scorching hot against your skin. "You're so beautiful," he whispers, his free hand roaming over your body, worshipping every inch. "Perfect."

He adds another finger, curving them inside you, and your hips buck involuntarily. You can feel your body already growing unbearably tight, every nerve aflame with pleasure. He kisses along your collarbone, nipping at the sensitive skin there, and you can feel yourself losing control, your body arching off the bed. "Felix," you gasp, your hands tangling in his hair, "please."

He looks up at you, a sly smile on his lips. "Please what?" he asks, his fingers still moving inside you, slowly and torturously. "Use your words, baby."

You whimper, feeling yourself teetering on the edge of release. "Please," you gasp, "please, I need you. Now."

His smile widens, and he withdraws his fingers. You let out a strangled gasp, feeling suddenly empty and bereft. But he's not done with you yet. He positions himself above you, his hands holding your hips firmly as he looks down into your eyes.

"Are you ready for me?" he asks, his voice quiet and full of promises. You nod, your eyes wide and filled with desire. You lift your hips, silently pleading for him to take you, to fill the emptiness within you.

He obliges, sliding into you slowly, a low moan escaping his lips. You arch against him, your body stretching to accommodate his size. He holds still for a moment, his eyes locked on yours, before he begins to move.

His movements are slow and steady, his hips rolling against yours in a rhythmic motion that has you seeing stars. You clutch at his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin, and you feel yourself spiralling higher and higher.

He leans down, his lips finding your neck, and he kisses and nips at the sensitive skin there. "God, you feel so good," he says, his breath hot against your ear.

He increases his pace, his movements becoming jerky and uneven as he nears the edge. You can feel yourself clenching around him, your body tightening in anticipation. He captures your lips in a bruising kiss, swallowing your moans, and then he's shuddering against you, his body going rigid as he spills into you.

He collapses onto you, his body sagging against yours, both of you panting and shaking with the after-effects of pleasure. He lifts his head, a sly smile on his face.

"That was incredible," he says, his voice rough. He rolls to the side, pulling you with him so that you're resting against his chest. His arms encircle you, his body warm and comforting.

He brushes a strand of hair away from your face, his gaze roaming over your flushed cheeks and disheveled hair. "You're so beautiful," he murmurs, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw.

You nuzzle into his chest, feeling satisfied and sated. Exhaustion is slowly creeping into your bones, and you stifle a yawn against the bare skin of his chest.

He chuckles, the sound rumbling beneath your ear. "Tired?" he asks, his hands rubbing soothing circles on your back.

"Mmhm," you reply, your eyelids drooping with sleepiness. "We should probably get some rest." He pulls the covers up and over the both of you, cocooning you in a blanket of warmth.

You fall asleep with your head on his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulling you into a peaceful sleep. As you descend into the sweet abyss of dreams, you feel his arms tighten around you, holding you close.

And for the first time in a long while, you sleep better than you have in months, your dreams filled with the memory of his touch, and the promise of something more.

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I really hoped you liked it this was my first time writing smut so it’s probably not that good but I tried. my masterlist is here if you wanna check out more stories.

[quarterlifekitty]

wifey here again with stepdad!Nik, so I think SD would insist on finishing college since she only has like a year left anyway and because she feels like she'll be able to get a job easier with a degree, she doesn't wanna be a burden. Nikolai ofc lets her finish college, it keeps her busy while at home, settling in nicely to their house. He takes care of her every need, and slowly starts to convince her that she doesn't owe him anything, she's his wife now, or soon to be at the very least. All she needs to do is stay home and worry about their little one. Anytime she has doubts about how much he wants her and wants to provide for her she gets reminded thoroughly. It's when SD's bump is getting noticeable that Nik really steps it up. "What if we both miss the important moments?" and SD eventually is like "yeah, okay, but if it ever becomes a burden I'll get a job" and Nik is real proud of himself. SD also becomes very needy, in just the way Nik loves, she wants to be with him as much as possible and needs help a lot because hormones are fucking with her. And she definitely thanks him plenty for his help whenever she can. Bonus NikPrice x SD reader John decides to visit Nik and his new bird since on their last mission Nikolai wouldn't shut up about her and he immediately gets why when he sees SD, she's so sweet and nurturing and she looks gorgeous all round with Nik's kid, stays a few nights and gets drunk one night and jokingly (sorta) tells Nik he'd love to put the next one in her and Nikolai just hums with a smile "why not?" and reader is suddenly being flirted with by her fiance/husband's friend. Is real worried about it cause she likes it and guility goes to Nik who is 1. Very pleased by her honesty and 2. reassures her and tells her that he's okay with it if she is. (Totally wasn't his plan to get his two favorite people together so he could have them both, nope, that's totally not why he raved about her to John and not one other soul. Mmhm)

Also im really sorry if once again this doesn't make sense, stress has got me by a chokehold lately and its making my brain bad lol

Ooooooh wifey you are killing me. Isn’t that the perfect solution, though? You’re so worried about being a burden, let’s bring in another source of income!!

You know. Maybe it’s kinda degrading. But I totally imagine Nik comes up with little tasks for her. Let’s be real, it’s so easy— he saw what her mother was like, he can see how starved she is for approval, it practically blinds her. Things like “I want us to get a new car with some more space before the baby comes— can you research what models are best for family? You have a better mind for things like that than me,” he says with an almost sheepish smile. You’re practically wagging your tail with excitement— and you just look so happy when you present all of your work and he seems so pleased with you.

Also, in a bit of darker move, I can imagine if you’re not as into John as all that— they come up with a story. They say that John wants to have a baby of his own, but he’s not married, and he wants to have a kid before he’s too old and his career gets in the way of romance. So he would love for you to be like a surrogate for him. You’ve done so well with this first pregnancy, and you’re still so young— plus! John would be willing to pay, so it’d be like you’ve got your own income to help out!

The only thing is that John believes in natural conception. And he wants to live with you both during the pregnancy to help out. And he doesn’t actually plan on leaving once you have his kid. And Nik knows how sensitive and caring you are— when you confess to him your doubts about giving the baby up for good once it’s born, he comforts you. Of course he’ll talk to John about it, milaya, he’s sure they can come to an agreement.

[amillionandonefandoms]

The unfortunate thing is that both of these mindsets are centralized around minimum wage- less than 2% of the US’ working population makes minimum wage!

Minimum wage is important to talk about and it (should) control base prices and similarly be bested off of basic prices, but the majority of people don’t work in a pizza shop or a nail salon or an ice rink.

Blue collar jobs (like nick) make up less than 15% of the population, and even white collar jobs (like Brian Thomson (and ALL his employees)) only make up 55% of the workforce.

Yes it is important to understand that the people managing minimum wage jobs are often exploitative-but the position of a minimum wage job in our society is meant to be a temporary job while you are in school, or something similar- that is not what is currently happening due to the boomers (and soon gen x) that are refusing to retire and backing up the access to the higher paying jobs in these white collar fields, which makes getting a higher paying job much more difficult, because they don’t have the space to hire nearly as many people (this is why we have entry level jobs requiring degrees and years of experience where they don’t need them)

But the people causing the issues for the majority of people are NOT the assholes paying you $12 an hour and calling you in on your day off

That’s the person causing problems for you, and likely the people you know because we are drawn to people with similar struggles

The people causing problems for everyone are the people (like Elon Musk and Jeff Bezos) who make SO MUCH money, that they could solve these larger problems (like when it was proposed to Musk that he solve world hunger, and instead he bout Twitter for 3x the price and went bankrupt), and the people that control industries (or control companies with significant sway over industries) with the power to change policies for better (such as Brian Thompson)

Okay, so, friends. Occasionally I see an American post on here about “guillotine the rich,” and it turns out that “rich” means “anyone making over $50k.”

We need to clear this shit up REAL fast, because otherwise it’s gonna wind up like the French Revolution, where more middle class and poor people were killed for being “class traitors” than actual nobles. (Did you know that France has more nobles today than during the French Revolution? While there were a few showy executions, many nobles did just fine or experienced minor setbacks.)

If someone makes $60,000 a year, they are making about twice as much as a full time worker making minimum wage in California, Arizona, Colorado, Connecticut, DC, Hawaii, Illinois, Maine, Maryland, Massachusetts, New Jersey, New York, Oregon, Rhode Island, or Washington State.

Brian Thompson, the CEO of United HealthCare who was just assassinated in New York City, earned $10 million a year, which means he earned 333 times minimum wage in those states. Basically, he cleared an annual minimum wage salary in just over a day. And that “rich” person making $60k/year that you want to guillotine? He made their salary in a bit over two days of a year.

So he was rich, right?

Well. Tesla is trying to give Elon Musk a pay package of $101 billion. That is 10,100 times what Brian Thompson earned and 3,366,667 times more than a minimum wage worker. (Tesla hasn’t been successful yet because of a complicated lawsuit from a shareholder, but they’ll get there.) If you are a minimum wage worker, Elon Musk makes more every SECOND than you do in a year. And that “rich” person who you want to guillotine? He makes their salary in about 1.6 seconds. Even when he’s sleeping.

Now, remember. The Muskrat also is the head of SpaceX, the Boring Company, X.ai, and X.com, so this is just ONE pay package for him.

What I’m saying is — you have much more in common when it comes to economic grievances with someone earning $60,000 (or even $200,000) than the ultra wealthy that have real power. They are not the people you should expend your energy on.

[babsworlds]

MR. & MRS. JOHNSON.

pairing. Tangerine x assassin! fem! reader

synopsis. your long time boyfriend proposes in really unexpected situation.

warnings. violence, murder, nasty man, tangerine’s last name being Johnson.

YOU AND TANGERINE HAD BEEN TOGETHER SINCE YOUR EARLY TWENTIES, an unusual but strong partnership. You rarely argued, started a unique job together, and always looked out for each other.

As assassins, your lives were full of danger. Because of this, you never got married or had kids. Marriage seemed unnecessary, and having a child would require a stable, normal job and time, which you didn't have.

Despite this, your love remained strong. Your bond went beyond traditional milestones, built on shared experiences and trust. You knew that no matter what, you could always count on each other.

Today, you and Tangerine were sent on a mission together: to play husband and wife and take out the boss of a notorious mafia.

Nothing too challenging for you two. You had been together for almost ten years, so pretending to be husband and wife was second nature to you both. It was completely believable.

Unfortunately, the third member of your trio, Lemon, was missing. He had fallen ill and had to decline the job, leaving just the two of you to carry out the mission.

You stood in front of the fancy building in Paris where the party and your target were supposed to be.

You wore a long black dress, elegant yet practical, allowing you to move freely or fight if needed. "I hope you have a gun, my wife," Tangerine said, glancing at you with a smirk.

You rolled your eyes playfully, lifting the hem of your dress to reveal a small belt with a gun and knife strapped over your nylons. "Of course," you replied confidently.

You stepped inside, Tangerine’s hand lightly on your lower back. The extravagant energy of the party enveloped you, with the sound of laughter, clinking glasses, and soft music filling the air.

The opulent surroundings were a stark contrast to the dangerous mission you were on. But you and Tangerine were professionals, and you knew what you were doing.

“Mr. and Mrs. Johnson, we were waiting for you,” a man greeted you, handing you glasses of wine. He recognized you because your organization had been monitoring this mafia for a long time. It wasn’t your first time here

You walked through the lounge, surrounded by people in black dresses and suits, blending in seamlessly. While Tangerine engaged in conversation with the man, you scanned the room, searching for your target.

The elegant setting and lively atmosphere contrasted sharply with the deadly mission ahead. You knew you had to stay focused and alert. As your eyes swept the room, you took in the details: the layout, the exits, and the faces of the guests. Every piece of information could be crucial.

You needed to find the boss quickly. "Pardon me, I’ll go to the bathroom," you excused yourself, giving your fake husband a knowing look.

Tangerine nodded subtly, continuing his conversation with the man, maintaining your cover. You slipped away from the lounge and navigated through the elegant hallways, scanning each room for any sign of the target.

You walked through the narrow, quiet halls until you heard a familiar voice coming from behind a huge set of doors. It was your target.

Suddenly, the door pushed open, and you quickly hid around the corner, your heart pounding in your chest. A group of mysterious men exited the room, their hushed conversations creating an air of tension. You observed them closely, noting their sharp suits and the way they moved with practiced ease. These were no ordinary guests.

You held your breath, watching as they walked down the hallway, their footsteps echoing in the otherwise quiet corridor. It was clear they were involved in something important, but to your relief, the boss wasn't among them. Once the coast was clear, you cautiously approached the door again, your senses heightened.

You looked into the room inconspicuously, confirming that the boss was alone. You decided to play it like you had gotten lost—a simple trick for an experienced assassin like yourself, but effective on men like him.

"You must be the girl I ordered," the boss said with a sleazy grin. You felt a wave of disgust at his words, not wanting to think about what he meant. But you played along, knowing that maintaining your cover was crucial.

With a practiced smile, you stepped into the room, closing the door behind you. "Yes, I got a bit turned around," you said, your voice light and casual. "I'm glad I found the right place."

The boss chuckled, clearly pleased with himself. "Well, now that you're here, let's get down to business," he said, leaning back in his chair.

You acted innocent, sitting yourself at the table in front of him. He looked at you, licking his lips. "So, tell me something about yourself," he said, his tone dripping with sleaze.

You forced a smile, trying to hide your disgust. "Well, I'm just a simple girl who loves adventure," you replied, keeping your voice light and playful. "I enjoy exploring new places and meeting interesting people."

The boss leaned in closer, clearly intrigued. "Interesting people, huh? Well, you've certainly come to the right place," he said with a smirk.

"And what would you like?" he asked, his voice dripping with arrogance, his chubby, disgusting fingers dancing on your thigh.

You leaned closer to his ear, your breath warm against his skin. "You,” you whispered, your tone deceptively sweet. Before he could react, you reached for your hidden knife, dedicating him a fast, swift stab in neck.

You pulled the knife from his neck, blood splashing everywhere. The boss held the deathly wound with his palm, trying to stop the bleeding. He reached for a gun in his drawer and tried to shoot you.

Tangerine could hear the loud noises even from the lounge. His instincts kicked in as he saw the security guards rushing towards the source of the commotion. It was a clear signal that you needed help.

Without hesitation, he sprang into action. With precise ease, he took down the guards one by one, his movements fluid and efficient. Each guard fell swiftly, leaving no chance to raise the alarm.

Making his way to the room, Tangerine's mind raced. He knew you were skilled, but the situation seemed to be escalating. As he approached, the noise grew louder, and he could sense the urgency in the air.

He stormed through the door, his eyes widening as he saw you and your target lying there lifeless. "Whoa, love," he whistled, making his way to you. His concern was evident as he cupped your face in his large hands, his touch surprisingly gentle.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his eyes scanning your face as he noticed the blood.

"Yeah, it's his," you answered, trying to wipe the blood off your face. The adrenaline was still coursing through your veins, but his presence brought a sense of calm.

He let out a sigh of relief, his thumb gently brushing away a stray tear. "You had me worried there for a moment."

"We need to get out of here!" you said with urgency. Tangerine grabbed your hand, and you both ran through the door, only to be met by another group of security guards with guns drawn.

Without hesitation, Tangerine dragged you back into the room, slamming the door shut behind you. "We need to barricade this," he said, his voice steady despite the chaos.

You quickly moved to help him, grabbing drawers, chairs, and anything else you could find to block the door. The sound of the guards pounding on the other side only fueled your determination.

Suddenly, the guards started shooting at the door, the loud bangs echoing through the room. Your heart pounded in your chest as you and Tangerine flipped the table, using it as cover. The bullets tore through the door, splinters flying everywhere.

You huddled behind the table, your breath coming in short, panicked bursts. You were kinda scared, no lie. The reality of the situation hit you hard, the adrenaline making your hands tremble.

"Y/N?!" Tangerine shouted through the loud noises of bullets. You turned to him, signaling you were listening, your heart still racing from the intensity of the situation.

"Will you marry me?" he asked, his voice filled with urgency and sincerity.

You knitted your brows together, thinking he must be joking. "What?!" you acted like you couldn’t hear him, wanting him to say it again.

"I said," he started, taking a deep breath amidst the chaos, "Will you marry me?!"

You stared at him, your mind racing as you tried to process what he was saying. The bullets continued to ricochet off the barricaded door, but in that moment, everything else seemed to fade away.

Despite the absurdity of the timing, you could see the genuine emotion in his eyes. He wasn’t joking. He was serious.

You tried to calm down your racing thoughts, taking a deep breath. "Yeah," you breathed out, the word carrying a mix of relief and excitement. "Yeah, I will!" you shouted, the exhilaration flooding through you.

Without hesitation, you reached for him, pulling him into a kiss. The world around you seemed to disappear as your lips met, the chaos and danger momentarily forgotten. In that moment, all that mattered was the connection you shared, the love that had brought you together.

As the kiss deepened, you felt a sense of certainty and hope. Despite the challenges and secrets that lay ahead, you knew that you were ready to face them together. The guards, the missions—none of it mattered as long as you had each other.

"Why didn't you ask me earlier?!" you asked, a mix of excitement and curiosity in your voice.

"I didn't have the balls for it!" he admitted, his honesty making you chuckle despite the tense situation.

Your laughter was a brief, welcome relief from the chaos surrounding you. Even in the midst of danger, you found solace in each other. The bullets continued to pound against the barricaded door, but for a moment, it felt like it was just the two of you.

"Well, better late than never," you said, squeezing his hand.

You didn't even notice there was silence, no more noises. You stood up, looking around the room, the sudden quiet almost surreal after the chaos.

"Tangerine! Y/N!" A familiar voice shouted from outside. You and Tangerine shared a look, your hearts pounding in unison. "It's me!”

And then you realized. It was Lemon. He had saved you, again.

You and Tangerine shared another look, a mix of relief and disbelief washing over you. "Lemon?!" you both asked at the same time, your voices echoing in the now quiet room.

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Chapter 9: The Shadow to my Flame

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It was quiet. Almost too quiet.

The past Monday mornings, Ashe had woken up and immediately heard the new gruesome news from all over the court. She would hear how many people had been killed and how many villages the soldiers had gone through.

That Monday morning, she heard nothing. There were no important rumours going around. Only some whispers here and there about who kissed who.

It felt almost wrong.

Ashe’s back had healed a lot over the night. The cream Azriel left her worked wonders. She could now move and walk almost at a normal pace without pain.

“There you are,” Maria said as Ashe walked into the kitchen. “How are you doing?”

“I’m getting better. What’s my tasks for today?”

Ashe would usually be on breakfast duty, but Maria let her sleep in.

“Cleaning and then the Lady this evening. The High Lords are still here. The dinner will be very formal.”

That made Ashe understand that the breakfast meeting that was planned yesterday could not have gone to plan. So, the only reason why it was quiet that morning was that the High Lord was occupied with guests.

Ashe felt low on hope as she made her way throughout the day. She just wanted this nightmare of a slaughter to be finished.

It was almost four o’clock when she made her way to the Lady’s chamber.

She knocked twice and waited patiently for someone to either open the door or tell her to come in. It took an unusually long time for the door to open. When it did, Ashe immediately did a small bow before she looked up at…

The heir of the Day Court?

He looked at her and then smiled a small smile that didn’t even get close to meeting his eyes before he quickly left. What was he doing in the Lady’s chamber?

“Come in Ashe,” the Lady’s voice pulled Ashe from her thoughts.

She rushed into the door and closed the door behind her.

It was no secret that the High Lord had affairs with different females, but Ashe had no clue how the Lady dared to do the same. It made the respect Ashe had for the Lady to grow even more.

“You won’t tell anyone, right Ashe?” the Lady’s soft voice asked her. She was looking at Ashe the same way she always did. With gratitude, guilt and longing. Ashe always imagined it would be because the Lady wished for a different life.

“Of course I won’t, my lady,” Ashe answered with a small bow.

The Lady looked upset that day. She had a lot on her mind. Her eyes were distant as Ashe curled her hair and did her make-up. The usual pleasant and formal conversation the two of them usually had was non-existent. Ashe felt the need to know if the Lady was okay, but she knew better than to ask.

It was only five o’clock when Ashe finished. The Lady had wished for an easy style, both for her hair and her makeup.

Ashe was on her way out, when the Lady stopped her.

“Can I do your hair?” Ashe turned to face the Lady, but she didn’t know what to answer. It felt illegal. “Please?”

The Lady pulled out the chair and visibly wanted Ashe to sit down. Ashe was a servant, she wasn’t supposed to let the Lady do anything for her. But at the same time, she was supposed to do what the Lady asked for.

Ashe sat down in the chair and the Lady started brushing through her dark brown hair.

“You colour your hair, right? It’s red originally?”

“Yes, my lady.”

She only nodded at Ashe and moved over to the curling. She used such soft movements, Ashe almost got sleepy from them. She felt the need to lean onto the Lady and soften all the tension she carried. Ashe felt safe. It terrified her.

Ashe fought against the feelings of safety as the Lady kept working on her hair. She tried to keep her eyes open and controlled. Ashe was sure someone would walk through the door any moment now and have her fired or punished for not doing her job.

Ashe looked at the Lady and saw the soft smile she wore. Her eyes were the soft eyes Ashe was used to seeing on her when they were alone.

It was no secret that the Lady only stayed with the High Lord for the protection of their children. It was also no secret that the Lady was mourning the children she lost because of the High Lord’s evil punishments. Lucian had always been her favourite, Eris had told Ashe that. Lucian had a special place in the Lady’s heart. She hadn’t been able to save Jesminda and she had therefore lost Lucian.

Ashe was there to do the evening care for the Lady that night. Both had cried their eyes out and Ashe was asked to not leave the chambers before the Lady was asleep. Ashe stayed for hours. It was first the day after they learned that Lucian was alive in the Spring Court.

“You’re beautiful, Ashe,” the Lady told her.

Ashe looked at herself in the mirror and smiled a little at the soft curls that bounced at her shoulders. She was about to look back up at the Lady and thank her, when she noticed that the Lady was crying. Ashe rushed out of the chair.

“I’m sorry, my lady,” she said.

She had made the Lady cry. She was sure of it. Oh cauldron, she was getting fired. That’s why the Lady was so nice to her.

“Nothing to apologize for Ashe,” the Lady answered. She again wore a sad smile. “Can you help me get dressed?”

Ashe walked three meters behind the Lady as they made their way to the dining room. When they arrived, all the guests were already there. All the High Lords as well as their generals or other important people.

Ashe felt almost intimidated. At the ball, she had been one of many servants that handed out food and drinks. That evening, she was only one of five. And her job was to stand completely still behind the Lady and not move until the evening was over. She felt almost exposed.

That was until she saw the hazel eyes again. They looked as soft and kind as they had done the day before. Even though his face were neutral and almost cold, she saw the kindness in him.

His eyes met hers for only a second, but he gave away nothing.

Azriel stood together with his High Lord and the kind general. Even though the Night Court was supposed to be mean and intimating, Ashe couldn’t help but remember the kindness both the general and Azriel had shown her. They were all dressed in nice suits and Ashe couldn’t help herself than to look two, three or four extra times at Azriel’s muscles.

They were all standing, having small, pleasant conversations. They were waiting for the High Lord of Autumn to arrive. No one dared to sit before he arrived. Not even the other High Lords.

Ashe looked around and noticed Eris was looking at her. They usually didn’t sense each other when in public, so Ashe got a bad feeling from it. Had she messed up something?

Then the doors opened, and the High Lord of Autumn walked in, Ashe could immediately sense his bad mood. He looked angry, disappointed and annoyed. He was set on sitting down as quickly as possible.

That was until he spotted Ashe in the corner of his eyes.

He stopped abruptly, and turned towards her.

Ashe almost let out a whimper from his quick movements. She was convinced he was going to hit her.

However, he didn’t, and Ashe immediately go down into a deep curtesy.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, and Ashe felt the shivers go down her back. Tears were pressing on her eyes. She hated how terrifying he was.

“I’m here for the Lady, my lord,” she answered. She hated how her voice shook.

“Leave.”

Ashe was almost stupid enough to protest, but she then both saw and felt Eris’ eyes burn into her.

“Yes, my lord,” she said and gave him another deep curtesy before she left.

What was going to be a chill evening helping the Lady quickly became cleaning duty. When Ashe got to her room it was well past midnight, and she only wanted to sleep. She was about to lay down, face first, in her bed, when she felt something tickle her arm. Then her leg. And her neck.

Ashe was about to freak out when the shadows appeared before her. She then didn’t know if she should relax or freak out even more, so she just stayed still.

The shadows kept tickling her skin. They were soft but cold. They spent a lot of time searching around her entire body, spending longer time on the parts where she had more scars. Their movements felt nice. Ashe liked them, she realized. Even though that was hard to think, given she had watched them kill only days before.

They eventually stopped and formed a hand in front of her. They handed her a letter.

Hello, Wildflame

You did not joke when you said that the High Lord does not like you very much.

Beron has decided to stop the slaughter. The other courts have given him a trade offer he could not say no to.

We’re leaving for the Night Court tomorrow morning, however I need a document from the High Lord’s office. Could you help me sneak into it tonight? Both Cass and Rhys would bring too much attention.

It is dangerous, so if you do not wish to do it that’s okay, but I would appreciate your help.

Tell the shadows your answer. If yes, I’ll come to your room shortly.

Shadow

Ashe had to admit that she was a little worried. What did he want from the High Lord? And why couldn’t he do it himself? Was it that hard to get?

At the same time, she felt the need to help him. It he was going on something so dangerous that he needed help, she would join and…protect him?

She felt the need to protect him? Why?

Ashe shook her feelings out and spoke to the shadows.

“I’m in,” she said, and they surrounded her. It almost felt like a cold hug.

It didn’t take long for Azriel to arrive in her room. He was now dressed in fight leathers and this muscles were even more visible than before.

He was hot. Ashe could not explain him any other way.

“Ready?”

She nodded and he took her hand. He wore gloves that covered his scars. She looked down at her down arms and felt the need to hide her own. Even though the glove was between them, she felt the heat from his hand.

He sent his shadow out and a few seconds later, he opened the door, and they were on their way. Before every corner, they would stop and Azriel would send out his shadows. When they were not looking out for people, the shadows covered them to keep them at least a little more hidden.

Azriel always walked before Ashe, but he didn’t let go of her hand. She felt safe. That was until they were about to round another corner and heard footsteps.

Azriel immediately sprung into action and dragged Ashe through the first available door. A small cupboard. There were no room for space between them. Azriel pushed Ashe into the wall and covered her with his body and wings. His hand held hers tighter than before.

Ashe felt the shadows emerge both of them.

They stood as steady as they could. Each breath felt dangerous. However, Ashe felt hope that whoever it was, would leave. Who would walk into a cupboard in the middle of the night?

“I know you’re there,” a voice sounded. “I’ll find you.”

The voice and steps only got closer and closer, and Ashe felt herself grow terrified.

Shadows then moved into her hair and began stroking it carefully. It made her calm down, even if it was just a little.

That was until the door to the cupboard opened. The shadows left her hair and immediately started to make the wall of darkness between them and the fae on the other side of the door thicker.

Azriel’s hand tightened around hers. It was like he was telling her that it would be okay.

After the longest seconds of her life, the door closed and Azriel was the first to let out a sigh of relief.

He tried to let go of her hand, but Ashe didn’t let him. She was too shaken.

Azriel tucked his wings tight against his back as he turned towards her. It was almost completely dark, but Ashe could still see his face and eyes. Azriel reached up his hand and brushed some hair away from her face.

Ashe got the overwhelming need to kiss him. It wasn’t even something she wanted, she needed it.

It seemed like Azriel felt the same way, because it was he that leaned down to her, pressing her lightly against the wall, as he kissed her so softy. His lips were warm and soft, and Ashe felt herself melt into him. He did the same to her.

His hand was on her cheek now, and some of his shadows were playing with her hair.

Cauldron it felt nice. Nice to feel him so close. To share such a soft kiss. Nothing was rushed. It was completely new to Ashe. She had never kissed anyone willingly before, and even though she barely knew him, it felt so right that it was Azriel she was kissing.

He let out the quietest sigh as he pulled away.

“Your hair looked really nice today,” he said.

“You look amazing in a suit,” she answered.

He gave her a small nervous smile before he let his hand fall from her cheek.

“This is too dangerous. I’ll try again later tonight,” he explained.

Ashe felt relived, even though she really wanted to spend more time with him. She hoped they could meet in a less serious way, but she somehow doubted it.

He held her hand all the way back to her room. However, now his thumb was softly moving back and forth over the back of her hand. It was such a small thing, but Ashe still got weak in the knees.

He stopped and let her open the door to her room. She walked in and looked at him. He didn’t want to join her? Wasn’t that what he was supposed to do?

 He walked towards her but stopped right at the entrance of her door. He leaned down and kissed her once more.

“Good night, Wildflame.”

He then walked away.

Ashe felt her heart dance a dance of happiness and she couldn’t help but to join in on its dance.

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The federal government is the largest employer in the United States. It is the largest employer in every single state. But the federal government is no longer an “equal opportunity employer,” thanks to a series of executive orders and directives passed by the white-supremacist Trump administration that collectively allow for racial discrimination by claiming to eliminate racial discrimination against the poor, downtrodden white man—you know, the guy who’s never been able to get a fair shake in this country.

Trump signed the first of these orders, “Ending Radical and Wasteful Government DEI Programs and Preferencing,” within hours of taking the oath of office on Monday. The order describes diversity, equity, inclusion, and accessibility programs as “illegal and immoral discrimination” as well as sources of “immense public waste.” The well-known conceit here is that people who get their government jobs through DEI are not “deserving” of their positions, while every white man who works for the government is allegedly there on his “merits” and nothing more.

This conceit was made even more explicit with a second executive order called “Ending Illegal Discrimination and Restoring Merit-Based Opportunity.” This order proclaims: “These illegal DEI and DEIA policies also threaten the safety of American men, women, and children across the Nation by diminishing the importance of individual merit, aptitude, hard work, and determination when selecting people for jobs and services in key sectors of American society, including all levels of government, and the medical, aviation, and law-enforcement communities.” The fact that a twice-impeached convicted felon and fail-son king of bankruptcy is lecturing the country on individual “merit” and “aptitude” is a joke that can only be brought to us by white America.

DEI programs, of course, do not do what Trump imagines. If anything, the country is beset by mediocre white men who got their positions through an old-boys’ network of family, friends, connections, and frat buddies who now gum up and dumb down the system at every level. If you have the option of getting a Black doctor, for instance, I encourage you to take it. They’ve likely worked harder to get there, and a Black doctor’s seemingly preternatural ability to treat all patients with care and professionalism regardless of their race is apparently a very rare asset in the medical profession. If you want a doctor who sees your maladies before your skin color, always bet on Black.

But I digress. I’m not going to relitigate the utility of DEI programs here. That debate has raged, and a majority of white people, both men and women, decided to install a white supremacist president to defend the white male patriarchy. I will simply stipulate that mediocre white men need government jobs, and taking those jobs away from racial minorities and women makes the white guys feel better about themselves while they’re waiting for their mommies to wash their sheets before they head out to their little rallies.

All that said, it is more or less legal, and constitutional, to end DEI programs. I want to be very clear about that, because there is legal nuance here that often gets flattened when talking about them. DEI is just a policy, and while that policy is supported by the 14th Amendment (at least it was before MAGA took over the courts), it is not required by the 14th Amendment. The Constitution just wants whites with hiring authority to stop being racist assholes; it doesn’t care how they do it.

What is illegal and unconstitutional is discrimination against non-whites and women in hiring. And that’s the problem with the executive orders. They assume that every single person hired through a diversity program is undeserving of their position, that their qualifications are lesser and that their literal work ethic and talent are suspect. They treat people hired under these programs as if they’re one distinct class of people (apparently, we all look the same to the Trump administration), and instead of looking on a case-by-case basis at who was hired for “diversity” and who was hired simply because they were the best applicant for the job (which is often the exact same person), they cast the whole lot out. And, they effectively warn people not to hire anybody except white guys, because they suggest that anybody who isn’t might be a “diversity” hire which will trigger a lawsuit.

The memo on how to execute Trump’s order shutting down DEIA programs —which was issued by the Office of Personnel Management to all the heads of departments and agencies—illustrates the inherent discriminatory problems with these policies. One section of the memo, for instance, informs the agency heads that all employees of “DEIA offices” must be placed on administrative leave, immediately. But what defines a DEIA office? The memo doesn’t say. Instead, it says that some allegedly DEIA offices are “disguised” with “coded or imprecise language.”

What that means, effectively, is that anybody who is in a DEIA office or looks like they might be can immediately be placed on administrative leave without due process or any other legal determination. That is straight-up employment discrimination. The government itself is saying that it can’t say exactly who it’s going after, but it will know that person when it sees them. It creates two different classes of government employees: one group that the white supremacist government deems worthy, and another group that is deemed suspect, based on as little as an eye test.

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[xx-emowarz-xx]

Yeah obviously.

But also I have a couple of things to add. You probably didn't mean it this way but I want to make sure we're not putting black employees and punk employees into two separate boxes with no overlap because black people have made a lot of really important contributions to goth punk and emo subcultures which often gets erased. This post is as much about weird black people's right to get body mods as it is about white people's.

The second thing I want to say is that the idea of "professionalism" is based on restrictive conservative WASP cultural norms. This post was made through the lense of emo stuff because I'm moving though the world as a white scene trans person and my own job search is difficult right now and it occured to me that the reason you don't see a lot of older goths is because they probably experienced what I'm experiencing right now and decided to pack it in, and I made it on my sideblog where I post about bands. The post has an angle it's not a generalized statement about workplace discrimination. That being said the reason that people who look like I do get told to clean their act up before they can get hired is because of cultural norms rooted in racism. Tattoos were unacceptable in professional culture before there was punk music, and a lot of indigenous cultures use tattoos in their cultural traditions. Piercings were unacceptable in professional culture before there was punk music, and a lot of African and South Asian cultures have facial piercings normalized or expected in their cultural wear (I don't know the significance I just know I've never met a Punjabi woman without a nose ring). I don't really think I need to get into hair, but saying no weird hair (read no hair unacceptable to the wasp monocultures, be it because it's actually weird or just from a different culture) is one of the primary work arounds racists use to deny jobs opportunities to black people now that racial discrimination is technically on the books illegal. Obviously people with Ta Moko and dreads are gonna suffer under these sorts of workplace dress codes than a white guy with a throat tattoo and pink hair. That said neither of those people are getting hired at a workplace that demands a tattoo free body and a professional haircut and both of them deserve to be able to pay for food and shelter without having to change the way they look to please the sensibilities of the white cisheteropatriarchy and they should probably (hint to white punks here to maybe work a bit harder at being allies to poc) band together to demand bodily autonomy and an end to restrictive work place policies rooted in white cisheteropatriarchy.

People don't actually grow out of their emo phases. People are forced out of their emo phases by employers who get a raging boner over controlling how their employees dress, cut their hair, whether they mod their bodies and so on

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and ANOTHER THING. sojiro says hes 'already been paid for it' in regards to taking ren in. but then later. when ren answers a quiz show question. the answer is 'probation officers arent paid' and morgana comments on how 'the chief is doing all this for free.'

BUT sojiro isnt really ren's probation officer, though, i think? hes. more like a probationary guardian? since im pretty sure he says he has to report to the actual probation officer twice a month?? but the localization has weird line choices and shit all over the place so without looking into the original japanese im. not 100% on the technicalities of that

BUT REGARDLESS. sojiro straight up just lied to ren at the start when ren asked why sojiro agreed to take him in (likely part of his tough act he has around ren for a while) so sojiro is doing this as a civil duty and isnt being paid, as a gesture of good faith to both parties and to aid rens rehabilitation. so ren doesnt end up with someone whos just in it for the money and could. have bad intentions

but it also means that sojiro. could have expected rens parents to send him to tokyo with some money. yanno. like... a fucking food budget

for the first month or so. ren was honest to god like. afraid to take anything from the kitchen in the cafe when he was hungry because sojiro told him if anything went missing that ren would be in trouble. and also rens own dysfunctional eating habits and assumptions from his HOME LIFE. CARRIED OVER. so of course as soon as sojiro told ren that if anything went missing that he would throw ren out or call the cops, ren assumed sojiro was someone who would lock the fridge or the cabinets and generally be very controlling over what ren took to feed himself.

ren also wasnt sure if sojiro would let him get a job because for the first few weeks sojiro wouldnt let him leave the cafe at night. but he also wasnt letting them make money working at the cafe for him. where he would be supervised. so he just. didnt know what to do. or how he was supposed to eat

he often squirrels food away like an animal cause he doesnt know when hell be able to eat again and also he often eats too fast and gives himself tummy aches. these are. actual habits he formed in childhood and not the result of Accidental Child Neglect on sojiros part. (of course sojiro feels mortified when he realizes whats been going on)

ren had food in his luggage. the whole top layer of that carboard box was stuff from the pantry at home that hed previously bought for himself. so for a while he had snacks and cup noodles. but that was it, minus the times sojiro would make him curry in the mornings.

and honestly, if rens parents DID send him to tokyo with a food budget, i would honestly go off of the money bonus you get if you got the dlc. which is 100,000 yen. which in..... april of 2016 would only be like.... just under 900 usd. for the whole year. and at the start ren would try and save most of their money for phantom thievery.

so a lot of the time ren ONLY ATE WHEN HE WAS OUT WITH ANN OR RYUJI. THEY WOULD TAKE HIM OUT TO EAT... HE APPRECIATES RYUJI AND ANN SO SO SO MUCH…. they feed himb

LITERALLY ONE OF THE FIRST THINGS RYUJI DID FOR REN WAS TAKE HIM OUT TO EAT AND PAY FOR EVERYTHING…. also ann took ren out shopping, since he came to tokyo with the barest of necessities. ren was only able to take a few things of sentimental importance with him

[brattyzanny]

Hihihi so first happy bday to Getou ^.^ I tried to get as close as I could to 3.4k words and barely got to 1.9k ;-; but I’m thinking of making this a series? Btw this isn’t proofread. Thank you for reading! Always feel free to comment any tips. My asks are open for requests! Thanks again ok bye!!!

Edit: sorry rereading it and fixing typos! I can’t deal with them omg

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TW: angry sex, talk of death/violence, use of slut, brat, unprotected sex, cream pie, slight dubcon since they’re basically fight fucking? Tiny bit of a size kink, size difference, he’s older than reader. Reader is over 20.

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After fighting an especially difficult curse with Suguru both of you were pissed. He hadn’t been listening to you at all the whole time. That had led to both of you getting injured.

“All you had to fucking do is stay out of my way y/n.”

“Fuck that all you had to do was listen to me! You never listen to me. You act as if your age means anything. I’ve got enough experience and skill to fight that curse on my own if I needed to. You’d arrogance is going to get you or worse us killed one day Suguru.” You exclaim as you walk into your shared dorm. He rolls his eyes and crosses his arms.

“What experience? Kissing Satoru’s ass so he can train you when your just drooling over him? Ridiculous. Had I not been there you’d have gotten yourself killed. You should be thanking me!” Suguru yells walking up to you. He had a gash on his left cheekbone and bruises scattered along his sides. You were no better with a small cut on your forehead and bruises and scrapes on your legs from being thrown but the curse.

“Watch your tone Suguru you sound jealous. Mad I didn’t go to you to be my mentor? Satoru knows what he’s doing and he’s a great teacher. What’s a second year to you anyways? Not like you even care about anyone but yourself. I can’t stand you.” He was so close to you now. You hadn’t even realized that he had you pinned to the wall until one of his knees came between your legs keeping your thighs parted.

“You’re such a fucking brat. Always bitching about how someone does their fucking job. You think I’m jealous off you showing off your ass to Satoru when you’re practicing? Think I’m mad you didn’t choose me? Please. If I wanted you to be a little slut for me I’d have you on your knees right now choking on my cock.” Your breath hitched and your damned thighs squeezed around his leg slightly but enough to make Suguru’s smirk grow even wider.

“Look at you. Pussy practically throbbing thinking about my dick down your throat.” He leans into your neck and up to your ear. “Bet your little cunt is dripping for me.” He rasps as he presses his knee harder against your clothed pussy, indeed finding that you were almost soaking the thin fabric. You slap him. Hard. The silence is deafening before you find your voice.

“S-Suguru get off of m-me.” You pant feeling him chuckle darkly and bite at your neck. “This pussy doesn’t want me to stop. Wants me to keep touching her doesn’t it?” He smirks as his fingers trail down before you grab his arm stopping his descent .

“Fucking pervert.” You growl looking at him. Your heart is racing and your pussy is flooding as you take in his disheveled appearance. His hand circles around your throat gripping it hard making you gasp and snap your eyes to his dark violet ones.

“You need to know your place.” He growls staring back at you. “Only reason I was here today is because Gojo couldn’t be bothered with a second year. Not important enough. Basically forced me to deal with your bratty little ass.” His voice was smooth as silk but dark as ever. It sent shivers down your spine. With your eyebrows furrowed you struggled in his grasp growling back at him, “f-fuck you Geto. Fucking jealous that I-I’d rather fuck Satoru instead o-of y-you.” Your voice was broken due to his hand that was starting to get tighter around your throat. He pushed you harder against the wall forcing your legs wider before dipping his fingers into your panties just to find that your pussy had betrayed you. You were soaked just having him degrade and choke you.

“You thinking about him right now slut? You’re fucking dripping.” He groans looking down at his fingers, sticky with your arousal. He meets your eyes again as he slowly sucks his fingers clean of your juices groaning lowly at the taste. Your legs clamp around his and you can feel your nipples straining through the fabric of your uniform. No you can’t do this. You can’t let Suguru Geto fuck you like this….but you can feel his hot and heavy cock on your thigh. You glare at him. How dare he make your body react this way after nearly getting you killed.

“G-get off Suguru.” You groan feeling him slip his fingers back inside your panties.

“I think I’d rather teach you a lesson. You shouldn’t be talking back to your Sensei the way you are.” He taunts as his fingers swipe up and down your slit, spreading your wetness before rubbing harshly on your clit. You whimper and jolt at the friction, hands clawing at his wrist holding your neck so tightly.

“You still want me to let you go? So you can go play with this pussy in your room and moan my name? Yeah I hear you every night doll. Thinking you’re so fucking quiet. Fucking little slut.” He rasps slowly pushing two fingers inside you making you let out a breathy moan.

“Ahh~ S-stop. Mmnh.” You whine with your cheeks blazing red at this point. You don’t want him to but you have to put up a fight. He was your sensei right now and it’s not right.

“Mmm your sucking me in sweetheart. I don’t think you want me to stop baby.” He purrs into your ear as his fingers speed up and curl right into your g-spot making you moan his name and gush around his fingers.

“Heh look how good I can make you feel. And you want to act like you only want Satoru fucking this pussy? Maybe you’d like both of us to stretch you out.” Your pussy clenches at his words which make you whimper and sink your teeth into your plush bottom lip.

“Yeah I knew it. You’re a dirty little slut aren’t you?” Suguru taunts you as his fingers work your pussy into your first orgasm of the night.

“Haah please m’gonna c-cum Sugu~” you whine feeling your walls tighten around his thick fingers. He smirks down at you before sliding s third finger inside. That sends you soaring over the edge, back arching and nails raking down the arm he has holding your throat.

“Good fucking girl. Cum on my fingers I wanna taste this pretty little pussy.” He groans watching your face intently as you orgasm. You’re panting as you come down from your high watching as he slides his fingers form your sopping cunt and up to his mouth once more. He sucks off your juices and then takes you closer to him, meeting your lips in a rushed and passionate kiss. You moan into his mouth tasting yourself on his tongue. Before you know it he has you lifted around his waist and he’s walking you toward his room.

“Can’t wait to fuck you dumb. To shut this bratty fucking mouth up.” He growls between kisses. Clothes go flying off of you two as you fight to see who can get the other undressed faster. His hair is now loose from his bun and yours is a mess cascading down your back. Both of your injuries are quickly forgotten as your both let your hands roam and grope the other, trying to get impossibly closer.

“Stop talking already and fuck me Suguru.” You groan reaching down and stroking his weeping cock. His teeth sink into your neck as he groans and pins you down against the bed.

“Gonna ruin your slutty little cunt.” His voice is raspy and dark as he flips you over onto your stomach, ass in the air and pussy dripping with arousal. You haven’t had sex in a while and you know he’s going to stretch you so much. He slaps his heavy dick onto your pussy, making you let out a pathetic whimper as he grabs your hair, wrapping it around his hand and pulling you up so your back is flush with his.

“Think you can take it baby? Want me to split this cunt open? Hm?” He growls into your ear slowly dragging his tip from your clit to your entrance and back again, spreading your slick onto his thick member. You whimper and nod looking back at him.

“Take this pussy Suguru.” That’s all it took for him to slam his cock inside of you, stopping for a second as he bottomed out.

“S-shit you’re so fuckin tight doll. Hah you a virgin?” He asks rubbing one of his hands over your asscheek. You moan feeling the stinging sensation of his cock stretching you so deliciously.

“Hah n-no just been..Mmmhhh a while.” You whimper pushing your ass against him.

“Good cuz I don’t do soft and gentle baby. I’m gonna ruin this fuckin cunt until a-all you can think about is my cock.” He groans as he snaps his hips back, plunging his thick cock back inside you. Suguru smacks your ass as his pace continues at an inhuman speed. Soon enough your face is pressed into his sheets and your back is arched so much you know you’re going to be sore for days and not just because of the fight.

“F-fuck you take my cock so we’ll doll. Like you were made f’me.” He groans as he fucks into you faster and harder.

“S-Suguru! Haah m’gonna cummm!” You whine between his rough thrusts. You hear him laugh darkly as his pace becomes even more brutal.

“Think you deserve to cum slut? Hah been such a f-fuckin brat to me today.” He yanks you back up against his chest as one of his hands comes around to spank your clit making you cry out his name.

“P-please! M’so close please S-Sugu!” You moan reaching your hands up to tangle in his dark locks, tugging as he leans down to bite and suck on your neck.

“That’s a good little slut. Mmmh fuckin cum for me.” He moans slapping your clit a few more times before you scream his name and squirt onto his sheets and down your legs.

“Oh fuckkkk so fu-fucking tight baby. Gonna breed this tight little pussy. O-Oh fuck m’cumming!” He growls biting down hard on your shoulder as he fucks himself deeper inside you, letting thick hot ropes of his cum paint your walls. Suguru absolutely fills your pussy with his seed before you both collapse onto the bed, his cock still seated inside you and his cum leaking from the sides of him.

After a few minutes of you both panting and him leaving soft kisses on your neck he finally speaks up.

“Did I hurt you?” His voice was now a softer and more sensual tone. Genuine worry laced within his words. You turn and look at him before shaking your head.

“Felt good Sugu. Better than I thought when I was playing with myself thinking of you.” You whisper almost embarrassed. He chuckles and kisses you softly wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close to him.

“I’m glad. Let’s rest, we can shower tomorrow. You did so good for me baby. Took my cock like a champ.” He laughed. Your face grew red again before sleep slowly took both of you. Maybe you were lying about wanting to fuck Satoru instead. Maybe you let him hear you moaning his name on purpose hoping he would grow a paid and come in to fuck you just like he’d done tonight. Either way you’re satisfied and completely spent. And he’s already snoring softly behind you, arms tightening around you anytime you moved.

[ceedak]

can we get a ceedak timeline 🤔 i feel like there’s a lot idk abt them fr 😭😭

yes u absolutely can i could talk about them forever and ever 🥳🥳

disclaimer: i do wanna say this is just from what i’ve gathered because i didn’t become super fixated on nfl rpf until last year </3 one day i’ll do a legit deep dive like an insane person and update with all my findings…

second disclaimer: im delusional yes and a part of me straight up thinks that they’ve had to have hooked up at least once bc i love to psychoanalyze people i'll never meet but i’ll make sure to say when i’m being fully delusional KSDJFHSKDS

putting it under a read more because i’m sure it’ll be much longer than necessary

also i will reblog this and add links to some videos!!

SO before i get into like when ceedee was drafted and such i wanna talk about how invisible string coded they are because i love shit like this sm

both were born in louisiana only about an hour and a half apart from each other until ceedee moved to texas as a child after hurricane katrina hit (he’s said he’s moved around a couple of times as kid in interviews before)

dak went to mississippi st. in college and ceedee’s dream school was LSU (rival colleges… 🚬) but he had committed to oklahoma (also they wouldn’t have met or anything in college anyway because dak was drafted in 2016 and ceedee started playing in college in 2017 but i digress it makes my brain light up anyway lol)

when dak was drafted he was projected to go like late second round/early third round of the draft but 🗿 he got into some trouble beforehand (driving under the influence) and ended up falling to the 4th round (after the front office kept trying to trade up to get a different backup QB)

dak also had to compete for his spot as a backup and was named starter after romo was injured in 2016. this was dak’s rookie year and he led them to the playoffs - almost to the nfc championship game. after this he basically took the job from romo

okay so FAST FORWARD to the 2020 draft. ceedee was projected to go top 10 and he fell all the way to SEVENTEEN so the cowboys were able to grab him then (drafted bpa instead of for need)

idk all of this is just very <333 to me that so many things managed to fall into place just right and they managed to find each other on the same team out of THIRTY TWO teams it makes me weeeep 🤧 also just something else that i think is very cute because i truly am a little insane: ceedee was born april 8th and dak’s jersey number is 4 and ceedee’s is 88 so 4/8 ALL THE DOTS CONNECT SOMEHOW…

so we’ll go through a teensy bit about dak i suppose and then ceedee this won’t be too long

dak: baby of his family and has two brothers. his parents divorced when he was little and he was very close with his mom before she passed away in 2013 (he’s started a foundation since then for cancer research and suicide prevention/mental health). went to mississippi st, cowboys starter his rookie year, etc etc. he also lost his brother to suicide in 2020 and he’s said before he feels a responsibility to live on and carry his and his mom’s legacy throughout his life. he’s like suuuuuper underrated in the league i feel and a lot of cowboys fans are complete assholes to him all the time it makes me so mad cos they could literally never ever make me hate him - he makes me so weepy 😭😭😭 umm but yeah he’s donated a ton to children cancer funds too and donated during BLM protests and things like that - he won the walter payton man of the year award. he just had a baby and got engaged in october (remember for the yaoi LOL) ok im gonna stop here cause i don’t wanna rant too much lol

btw i know what you are dak prescott:

ceedee: MY BELOVED… my favorite my absolute favorite. he has two brothers and two little sisters. idk if he’s the eldest or not tbh i see different things all the time that he’s the second eldest whatever not that important i guess. so blah blah college blah blah - he wears 88 on the team because that’s considered really special to the cowboys franchise and is reserved for elite receivers. idk he’s the most beautiful man ever and he does a lot of donating too - i know he participates in a lot of football youth camps a lot to help kids out and he likes to provide meals to families around thanksgiving and christmas time. a loooot of cowboys fans have criticized him for not being that much of a leader and pouting a lot on the sidelines (which he does sometimes… my mimir) but i think this last season he’s reaaaaallyyy taken a step into more of a leader type position especially with dak being out and he’s proven himself more than enough. he LOOOVES spending money on clothes it’s so cute… gonna be a sad day when the class war happens and i’m faced with cedarian lamb. ummm i also legit think he’s gay and closet is made of glass but whatever

see this is the problem i never stfu but okay CEEDAK what you actually asked about ksjdksjdks

PRE-2020 SEASON: this was before ceedee was drafted (some stuff i found last night) and this is what i mean when i say i haven’t done like a deep dive into these things bc i’m sure there’s soo much more but this kinda gives the general vibes

“I was like a little kid at the playground,” CeeDee tells us. (on the first time Dak texted him to invite him over to his house, says it was surreal.) august 21, 2020

and i actually hunted the exact clip down where he says this: (will reblog with link - skip to 4:25 he talks for like a minute or so - sorry the audio’s funky it’s because of covid so all the reporters weren’t in the room i’m pretty sure) DELUSIONS: you can’t tell me ceedee wasn’t nursing a crush here idgaf

2020 SEASON:

ceedee’s rookie year

personal stuff happened with dak before the season started - this is when he lost his brother to suicide and he’s been really outspoken about mental health since then. on top of that he broke his ankle during week 5 of the season (and tried to snap it back into place by himself on the field). dak was performing on like a sort of insane level before the injury happened so </3 what could’ve been and all that… the what-ifs of it all… so that year they weren’t able to play together as much

Oct 11, 2020: “CeeDee Lamb said he texted Dak as soon as he got out of the shower. Thanked him for everything he’s done for him and they were gonna hold it down for him until they see him on the field again.” (after the game dak got hurt in)

POST 2020 SEASON:

"He came back from his second surgery about two months ago so he’s walking around, rehabbing, doing everything right," Lamb said Wednesday. "It’s great to see, especially when you seen him go down. You saw the look in his eyes and you saw how sad he was and how much this game meant to him. Just to see him smiling again, happy again, being with his guys is a great deal."

"First day he kind of caught me by surprise with his arm strength," Lamb said. "He knows the little nuances of the game to be better. He makes it easy to follow him, if you will."

2021 SEASON

ceedee’s second year, he was in a WR room with amari cooper (currently on the bills) and michael gallup (now retired) blah blah season happened whateverrrr but AFTER this season the front office (i’ll always be mad about this lol) traded amari to the browns for a 5th round pick 💀 hence THIS!!! which i consider the #Real beginning of ceedak:

“Dak Prescott asked for CeeDee Lamb’s locker to be moved next to his: ‘My two other locker mates left, so I was a little lonely. With him being young, hopefully he’s my WR until I’m done playing. Just bring him closer, more conversations, he’s right there to talk and communicate.’”

said he had no doubt ceedee could become his "main guy"

here’s some fun stuff i found from 2021 too

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t3hCmIZN-YI&ab_channel=DallasCowboys (7 min mark this was after a game winning td in overtime against new england)

“CeeDee Lamb on game-winning 35-yard TD: ‘It was the best feeling ever, honestly.’”

2022 SEASON:

https://youtu.be/T73xGDsFiVo?si=Qn_dwK1yfnHPiMya talks about dak here at 7:50 “all i need is him” 🤧

he’s actually said this a couple times lol he says shit like “we’re all we got” about each other - he’s said it this most recent season too so <3

dak injured his thumb this season though so he was out for like 7 weeks i think i can’t remember off the top of my head lol but again another season where they didn’t get to play much together

fun 2022 stuff:

“Last year, Cowboys caked Dak in the face on the field for his 28th birthday. On his 29th today, CeeDee told us they planned to do the same in the locker room. Hoped Dak would think he was safe after no cake on the field, and then locker room ambush.”

“Scene here: Dak was talking to us at his locker. CeeDee walks past wearing metallic red lens sunglasses indoors and eating chicken. Says the key to following up ass-kicking is ‘keep kicking ass.’”

“Dak on CeeDee’s vibe: Yeah, cool as hell - says ‘keep kicking ass’ while he’s eating.”

“Dak Prescott walked by during our interview with CeeDee Lamb - QB1: CeeDee’s that dude! / WR1: Happy birthday, Dak!”

link posted in reblog: skip to 2:30 he almost says he loves dak lol also very

2023: THE SEASON OF CEEDAK!!!

https://youtu.be/7_WRIzb5fPA?si=R0TETc2qtW0IOP5P the infamous "was gonna take him out for dinner tonight" clip is from this aka what got me hooked on ceedak lol (this interview is just so good in general i love ceedee sm - def recommend watching! such a nice look at his personality)

this is where my delusions take over i deadass think they hooked up at LEAST once around this time lol maybe end of 2022 season maybe early 2023 season IDK but anyway during this year the offense was soo wack for a couple of weeks until the bye week and then ceedee made some noise about it bc he felt like he wasn't being as utilized (which is true i'm so serious mccarthy was SUCH an annoying coach lol) but quotes:

“Cowboys WR CeeDee Lamb said Dak Prescott approached him and said: ‘If you have a problem with anything, just come up to me and we’ll talk about it.’ Lamb said he and Dak worked on getting on the same page their first day back in the building after the 49ers loss.”

Dak: ‘I mean, a frustrated player that feels like we all could’ve done better and feels like he can change the game, I understand it. I really do. So it’s in the sense of just communicating with him… CeeDee is a guy that I’ll never lose confidence in and trust who he is and understand why he’s frustrated. But at the end of the day, he’s a leader. It’s about him leading other guys and picking other guys up and him just trying to make sure we’re all pushing our best. That’s where the frustration is, we have to remove that. And he will. He’s a young player that’s growing by the day and he’ll only get better. He’ll be better because of that.’

but after they switched the offense around dak and ceedee went craaaazyyy - ceedee was named all pro, dak was in mvp talks (should have won it to be honest i'm sorry lamar i still love you <3) but 2023 cowboys will seriously haunt me forever lol

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sudQu72KDXs&ab_channel=NFLonFOX

DELUSIONS: dak announced he was having a baby like two weeks after this game SO let’s just say…. maybe…. perhaps… they were hooking up… ceedee probably knew before the public did - not saying that’s why he seems a little upset at the beginning of this clip cause who knows 🤷‍♀️ like i said DELUSIONS but… i can’t help it when the timeline timelines don’t shoot the messenger

also i do wanna mention that dak’s fiance follows a loooot of cowboys players on ig but she does not follow ceedee and he doesn’t follow her AGAIN just delusions…. but… iykyk 👀

sooo they were poppin off in 2023, ceedee was breaking records and shit, won nfc east, went to the playoffs and then i DON'T wanna talk about it i have my theories about wtf happened during that playoffs packers game but 💀💀 anyway the offseason before the 2024 season was genuinely the worst of my life because BOTH ceedee and dak had to get extended and jerry jones (who is the worst) waited until after training camp to get them both signed lol so ceedee wasn't participating in training camp at all which affected them in the beginning of the 2024 season which was a complete mess A MESS but here's some fun stuff after ceedee signed his extension/during that offseason

“Remarkable. That’s who CeeDee Lamb is. … He’s special. He’s just getting going and as long as I’m here, he’s gonna keep stacking these records year after year.”

“CeeDee Lamb strongly defended Dak: No one deserves the criticism that he gets. The way he gets talked about is crazy.”

2023-2024 OFFSEASON:

worst months of my life lol ceedee was holding out for his new contract and didn’t get it signed until like… august i think? anddd dak was signed fucking three hours before kickoff the first week of the season lol i HATE this front office

but here’s some fun quotes after ceedee was signed:

CeeDee Lamb: “We were texting quite a bit. Obviously I missed being out there, competing with him… for is being so in tune together and all it takes is one text message or one conversation, one phone call… for us both… having the same passion for the game, same love for the game. I want what’s best for Dak and vice versa. Shout out to him too for getting that bag, too. We’ll be together for the next five years.”

Dak Prescott on CeeDee Lamb’s added muscle weight: “He’s wearing a lot more sleeveless shirts. As long as the speed is there, and it looks like it is (in practice), I’m fine with however big he is.” LMAO??

Dak Prescott: “I peeped the biceps. He’s wearing more sleeveless shirts now.”

Dak Prescott recently on CeeDee Lamb: “He’s talented. He works hard. He’s special. He’s the best receiver in the league for a reason. And I’ve seen Instagram videos. I know you’ve seen him. He’s working. And he works hard. So I have no angst, no worries about when he gets here that we’re not going to pick up where we left off. And when you're a stud like that and you’re smart like he is and you’re good at communicating, that makes that process that much easier. So it’s not like we’ve got to build something. We’ve got that. We just got to reignite it when he gets here.”

on how much ceedee worked with dak at the field at dak’s house even though he was staying away from the team: “Often. I would say quite often. Anytime that I’m back in town, and he’s obviously back here, I hit him and then… it’s very… good having a rich quarterback.”

Dak Prescott’s thoughts on the tandem of him and CeeDee Lamb being compared to legendary duos like Joe Montana and Jerry Rice: “I think that says a lot just cause we’ve only done it for four years and you just named some of those duos that did it for their whole careers. But then again, I feel like we can be better than all of them… so love the comparisons, they sound good and all, but hopefully one day people are saying these next duos and next tandems can be like me and CeeDee.” (i will kms over this quote one day)

i’m sure there’s things i’m missing but this is already sooooo long lol so

2024 SEASON:

WORST SEASON OF MY LIFEEEEEE / ceedak angst era

the front office set this team up to fail and let like a ton of players walk in the offseason, didn’t use free agency, injury riddled team, had a bunch of rookies starting but anyway just gonna go game by game really quick because this is when i was locked tf in and it’s more recent so ?? more detail seems alright when it's necessary also i wrote so many half-finished post-game fics this season to cope with how terrible it was i’m cryingggg it was insane

cowboys vs browns: i was at this game :) good game they won

cowboys vs saints: blocked this game out actually!!!

cowboys vs ravens: fake ass comeback also the game ceedee CRASHED OUT on the field lskdjslkdjsskjdsk which is so funny bc i literally love lamar sm and was so excited to watch but… my players wanted to make me MISERABLE

this was said a day or two after the game by ceedee (bc he fumbled during it and then wasn't there for post game media people andddd was yelling at dak on the sideline 🗿)

“Our relationship has, if anything, gotten stronger. Don’t let what, what’s out there fool you. We’re brothers to the end. We know that we all we got, and I tip my hat off to him. I got the utmost respect for him.”

“So with that being said, everything is gonna come out - the energy, the passion, the love, the fight - and then we’ll make up in the end. So no, no craziness now. Don’t.”

dak also said something about his rhythm with ceedee being a “rare feeling” which… okay internalized homophobia but i CANNOT for the life of me find the actual quote i’ve searched through my gallery but it’s not there </3 if i find i’ll add later (i’m pretty sure it was after the baltimore game but i can’t remember)

cowboys vs giants: this is a tremicah game no need to mention ceedak idt - nasty ugly win but whatever

cowboys vs steelers: dak prescott giving me a heart attack 12 fucking times during this game

cowboys vs lions: don’t wanna talk about it! i’m a hater! always will be sorry!!! ben johnson statpadding on my sorry ass terrible team i was SICKKKKK

BYE WEEK: my trials and tribulations…. my nfl rpf…

CeeDee Lamb on getting in some extra work with Dak Prescott during their bye week: “We love our bye weeks. We took advantage of it. We got right. We used every opportunity to get better and I feel like it’s going to show. We got on some routes, and obviously the timing is everything. We needed that.”

now ummm this is the week dak got engaged so. which is really funny because after the announcement post on ig ceedee went GHOST on instagramksjdjks like i went back to check because i’m crazy (these are delusions btw) and he had been posting like once a week… maybe once every two weeks PRETTY consistently like for at least a couple of months but after the engagement happened there was pretty much nothing for like… almost two months?? ummm which AGAIN i’m not saying anything i’m not insinuating anything buuuuut…… buuuuut….. also it’s really fucking funny because in this same interview ceedee dropped that he left the country during the bye week but didn’t post it on socials at all so i’m like ohhhh… you’re coping w the engagement… i see LMAO anyway

cowboys vs 49ers: sigghhhh….. lets get into it

SO this was a loss but two ceedee touchdowns.. i’m leaving with something!!!

“Yeah, I found CeeDee,” Prescott said when reflecting back on Lamb’s breakout in the Bay Area. “He did a good job of getting open, running all of his routes hard no matter where he was, if he was the one or if he was backside on a concept. Loved his intentionality in the game. He kind of said something like that to me during the game, midway through the game, like ‘Yeah, we’re back.’ And that was before, I think, his two touchdown drives. So just him even playing with that confidence, communicating that, it gives me a lot of confidence.”

super hopeful right maybe they'll really connect again and things'll be fine LOL

cowboys vs falcons: worst game ever dak tore his hamstring off the bone like a fucking idiot and ceedee sprained his AC joint and would not stop going back out into the game i was ready to kms

cowboys vs eagles: not talking about it idc

cowboys vs texans: loss because ofc but whatever ceedak hugged before the game tho so i didn’t gaf about the loss - i can’t find the clip rn but if i do i’ll post it

cowboys vs commanders: this is when i accepted they were tanking and then they decided to just be elite for whatever reason lol made me so happy though ceedee was so happy <33

cowboys vs giants: whatever

cowboys vs bengals: worst fucking game of my life nothing to do with ceedak but one of my other fave player’s (i also ship him w ceedee idgaf) knee EXPLODED so that was so much fun to deal with

cowboys vs panthers: i still can’t believe bryce young decided to forget how to play football in this game im crying

cowboys vs tampa: again they just wanted to be elite for whatever reason

cowboys vs: eagles: don’t wanna talk about it idc

cowboys vs commanders: WHATEVER thanks for the 12th draft pick ashton jeanty you will be a cowboy

SO. that’s basically where everything's at lmfao worst season EVERRRRR with ceedak ANGST um but yeah hopefully 2025 will be better... i’m cautiously optimistic because their old coach is finally FINALLY gone because he was really limiting them and their ability you know? 2023 season was amazing and then 2024 started and it was like… mccarthy just reverted back to his old scheme that wasn’t working. it was really annoyingksdkskds. but the new coach (despite it seeming like a silly hire) had a decent press conference (that ceedee didn’t attend bc he was playing around in paris LOL) andddd he seems to be setting up a nice staff around him so hopefully hopefully hopefully 2025 is a lot better and ceedak will save me again… can’t wait for training camp omg

anyway if u read all this i’m SO sorry i hope it’s… expansive enough?? i wanted to include kind of how it’s been through the years and i had a lot more to add for 2023/2024 because that’s when my adhd was just like Yea let’s hyperfixate on this so. been stuck here for awhile and i’ll probably be stuck here for years and years and years <3

[lytefoot]

Even if you have a job that often requires that you work during "off" hours (another teacher here), it's important to define boundaries around your time.

For example, my students and my employers both know I won't answer emails after 5pm or on weekends. They can email me on Saturday night if they want, but I'm not going to answer them until Monday!

Just because you have a defined amount of work to do "on your own time" doesn't mean you're on demand 24/7.

(Teacher pro tip: don't have assignments due at midnight Sunday if you don't want to be answering emails on Sunday evening.)

friends, if I can give you one piece of advice for those of you who are new to work, or are about to enter the workforce, especially if you have any sort of office job:

Do not work on your days off.

"But--"

DO NOT WORK ON YOUR DAYS OFF.

[aliennazero]

☆Headcanon: brother-sister coding, hear me out

I need to get this post done before whatever that will happen in chapter 192. So even if I only got two more days for this theory to be around, I'll be glad that I finally let this out from my chest after a while. So, don't take whatever I will ramble about as something super serious.

First of all, maybe you guys will look at me and says, "what the fuck Alie they're like two different unrelated characters" and while that's true for now and so far, I just... can't really took my eyes off from this "siblings coding" the more I read Chainsaw Man. And I have some reasons and theories why (disclaimer: I did a crazy reach all over the direction) and I found it very interesting.

Reason no. 1: Their First Meeting & Re-occurence

Hirofumi is the first part 1 character that Asa meets (even before Denji). So, I think it's reasonable for me—the reader to be intrigued on what is Fujimoto's plan for their seemingly "not important" (but why be the first?) relationship.

My initial thought is that: oh, they might become friendlier in the future or even become lifelong enemies. Then I remember Hayakawa Family—Aki and Power as the first ever Denji's buddy, specific on Power.

Because even though narratively and character writing-wise Power and Hirofumi are fundamentally different, both of them are written initially to form false narratives that they'll become a token love interest for our protagonist(s) aren't they? They also share a somewhat similar strawberry cake motive, makes me wonder why.

Alsoooo, I think the way Hirofumi & Asa's Devil Hunter Club "date" being portrayed as very differently from Hirofumi + Denji and Hirofumi + Fami "cafe date" (a.k.a. work-related mandated date) is important, somehow.

Reason no. 2: Personal Motives and Untold Family Narratives of Asa Mitaka

We know since the very first time we met her that Asa is very lonely and her motives circling around getting a companion (either a boyfriend or a friend) and living selfishly (which as we can see right now is backfired rapidly, but I'll talk about this separately later, maybe in the future).

However, there's one aspect of her motives that's kinda underlooked, and it's her relationship with family member. Yes, we got a glimpse of Asa and her mom (never with her father so far) and Asa with her lovely pet—Crambon, however they already died years ago, and Asa blame herself for it.

It's unfair that in this world, she still had her family, as they said. So maybe she already gives up on that idea. Which is where the true weights of this headcanon come from. What if, she still could have it? Even though she never asked for this directly. Her getting a family again that she was maliciously accused of unfairly having, could be very nice, actually. Even if it's a very insufferable or a miserable mess workaholic kind of brother (or twin brother).

Reason no. 3: Hirofumi's Motives

This deserves its very own post just like my plan to talks more about Asa's living selfishly motive but to make it simple, Hirofumi lied at the very start because he already formed a parasocial relationship with both Asa and Denji by giving them options to have a somewhat nicer normal life (Denji not becoming Chainsaw Man, and Asa making a distance from Denji to prevent her from turning him into her weapon and thus also prevented her to feel down because of the guilt) even though he knows that another choice never really exist to begin with.

(Asa doesn't necessarily have to be his sister to add more depths to this motive. I just think won't it be very funny if Hirofumi was like collecting information all around, confirming that Asa Mitaka is indeed the incarnation of War Devil in weird case then he took a look at her Koseki then boom they have the same dad!? What the fuck was that. Here comes new responsibility that his father left behind, I guess)

As what we know so far, Hirofumi took his job and his responsibility very seriously and very neat about which one he could improve or "change" for everyone's sake involved. IF Hirofumi and Asa are indeed siblings (or half siblings) however, this gives more explanation on his involvement and his own personal interest. Hirofumi is not easy to read, but he still overshares to Asa (chapter 121 when he agrees on Asa's takes about solitude) and "taking care" of her.

Reason no. 4: Just Take a More Look at Them

Taller than average? Check. More athletic than average? Check. Insane face card? Check. Unbelievable amount of yearning? Check. Arguably suicidal? Check.

Both of them being a human stuck in status quo between human vs devil war like hostages in their own prison—Hirofumi stuck as hollow used cop for Public Safety and Asa stuck as War Devil very own vessel—with absolutely nothing, no one really on their side (Fumiko and Fami as mean of even more control over both of them)? Check.

Even as concept alone, child soldier and war maiden incarnate siblingsm could be developed to be something, very interesting.

Okay, now into more theories territory.....

Theory no. 1: Asa and Hirofumi are the Result of Kishibe Fucking Around and Found Out Post Quanxi Rejection Era

Why Kishibe would do that? Idk but it's a funny math because if Kishibe is in his early 50 now then 17 years ago would be him in his 30s. If Kishibe become devil hunter in his early 20s and meet Quanxi shortly after that and become buddies for 9 years then, the year just lined up lmao. How much chances of them being an oopsies baby thus explaining their very different last names but strangely similar physiques and even narratives? Not zero.

There are two options regarding this though. It's either they're twin siblings or half siblings. Half siblings mean they have different mothers but same dad, and twin siblings mean they have same mother but got separated at some point during their lifetime (Hirofumi went with Kishibe and Asa went with her mama who probably re-marry or just simply raising Asa alone and lying about her dad getting eaten by devil or something because her love story with that drunkard crazy man is just that bad).

Kishibe avoiding child support for 17 years and this is the consequences, also both of them got their ass kicked out by the very same lesbian who rejects their father, I'll say it's a beautiful storytelling.

Theory no. 2: Sinister Look on Vol 17 Cover and "Hirofumi will appear in Asa's Dream"

We will get into a more sinister area here because I believe the Makima-esque vibes, "necessary evil" narratives Hirofumi brought up to the table are not coincidences or neglectable at all. Even more sinister because his cover is him standing in front of alleyway just like how Makima cover is her in front of the door in Denji's dream.

Which led me to think that this could indicate something. However, kinda different on how it was portrayed, I think this make things clear that Hirofumi is not endgame antagonist since his cover came a bit too early than what we—the reader anticipated (there is absolutely no fucking nobody in the fandom that expecting Hirofumi to get a cover during before the cover reveal). However, he might be the key into Asa's end dream reveal later on.

Maybe he will appear on her dream being vague as fuck, or maybe direct her dream into a more "false happiness" directions since all he did is lying (see reason no. 3) to distract her focus on dead chickens. Personally, I think the latter will be more interesting because it will be the opposite of what Makima did in Denji's dream, if this "Hirofumi will appear in Asa's dream sooner or later" theory is true. The government and the church need Asa in her stable conditions to unleash Yoru anyway.

"Then what does this imply into your siblings theory"—because siblings should take care of each other, ideally. And I think it will add more depth, if true of course.

Theory no. 3: Hirofumi Cares About Asa (maybe more than what we see on-screen)

To put on more disclaimer, this is just what I imagine to fill out the gap in between narratives and it connects to reasons number 3 (again). Despite how he positions himself and blending in the crowd like invincible, Hirofumi is actually easy to care and feel guilty too (and the reason why he could kill the Immortal Brother assassin in part 1 is because he has the ignorance privilege, but with both Denji and Asa? Not so much).

I have no strong basis for this theory I just have my own feelings and a dream, and this is basically what I think Hirofumi has done so far for Asa (subtle) in the story:

Hirofumi just let Yuko loose and kill Asa's bullies during Justice Devil Arc. This may sound dark, but it fit his character in a way that he's okay with doing violence as long as it could benefit his mission (and maybe this time his personal interest too). Because he knows Asa got bullied at school. If this could solve her bullying problems, then why not? That's why Hirofumi is just sitting around during the whole fight until Denji interfered.

Hirofumi is the one who brought Asa to hospital after Falling Devil Arc (which is somehow in line for how I think he's Denji blood-giver in the same arc). Because well, I don't think Public Safety cared enough to get her conditions checked, but Hirofumi is aware about her injury conditions (arguably this is so that she could be a bargaining chip for Denji but we know that the main chip is Nayuta, I think Hirofumi just want to let him know just because also let me have this imagination for the sake of this agenda).

The reason why Hirofumi didn't or more likely can't kill Asa during CSM Church Arc is not necessarily just because War Devil has become stronger. Paneling focus on their face's expressions indicate that Hirofumi just can't bring himself more to do so (after he saw Asa's hand and her in pain), thus making him fail this mission to capture War Devil dead or alive. It's the guilt kicking in.

I think Hirofumi is somewhat relieved after he saw Asa's hands are back (yay) in Aging Devil Arc. Also, that's what he put his focus on FIRST after he got vomited out before asking his own situation even.

Personal View and The Main Takeaway (really): I need this to be real just because I think it will be so fucking funny

To end this unbelievably long ass post, I think it's important to note again that they have like five screentime together and I'm just insane. But if I should be honest, this is not me being rational at all, I just think the whole situation would be funny up to seven more factors if my ramblings are true.

Because this headcanon imply that the fandom meltdown towards them (as individuals or as in characters dynamics) is unnecessary at all. Like aside from Hirofumi being read mainly as queer, maybe him acting kind of mean and nonchalantly distant (and somewhat awfully playful) towards Asa are just because he like being petty and doesn't want to look like he wants to bang his sister (as a sister myself, yes I do feel the need to annoy my other siblings whenever I can just because I could and it doesn't have to be hatred, sometimes it's the love aggression kicking in).

Lastly, thank you guys for coming to my yapping ted talks.

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Collide your heart with mine

Casey Novak x Female Reader

Request - Hii could I request a Casey Novak x fem reader angstty fluff please? I was thinking something like Olivia is ur mom and she finds out you’re with Casey and is not happy lol.

Casey is feeling frustrated with Olivia and Elliot, they messed up her chances to win the case. Casey was at the police station and she yelled at Olivia and Elliot, and then Olivia yelled back but Elliot stood in the middle and told them to stop yelling.

“We didn't know he had a twin brother,” Elliot said

“Now both are out of New York. It was your job, to catch them and get the evidence so I can win the case” Casey said

“Winning the case is more important for your streak?” Olivia asked

Olivia and Casey started to glare at each other.

“My job is to put bad guys away. You messed up and lost the perp. Even if, we had him in jail I don't have the evidence to keep him there!” Casey yelled

“My fault!?” Olivia yelled

Everyone in the station is watching them argue. Elliot stands in the middle

“Stop! Olivia go take a walk now. Casey, you too when we get new evidence then I will call you” Elliot said

“Try not to screw up again, I don't want to do your job,” Casey said

“Watch it, Novak” Olivia angrily said.

“I’m not scared of your threat, Benson” Casey said

Casey walks away and Olivia is still glaring at her. Casey heads back to the office and starts to work on the case in her office. Then her girlfriend called and she could tell that Casey was feeling frustrated and overwhelmed. Casey does appreciate that her girlfriend is trying to cheer her up. She couldn't help to smile. They talked for a while then they hung up, Casey started to work and read the files.

It's very late and Casey is still in her office. She hasn't taken a break and Olivia and Elliot didn't get new evidence just yet. Casey sighed heavily and she put down the pen.

“I figured you would be here and you didn't eat anything” You smiled

“You know me so well” Casey smiled.

She stands up and she walk towards you.

“I got your favorite food and red velvet cupcakes. Dinner in your office?” You said

“How about my place and you stay the night?” Casey asked

She kissed you on the lips.

“Good idea, let's go,” You said

Casey put on her jacket and then grabbed her bag and the files, she left with you. You and Casey hold hands while leaving the building.

“What happened earlier? You sounded mad when I called you” You said

“I wasn't mad at you, babe. I thought I had strong evidence to put the bastard away but he had a twin, and they didn't know. And the judge threw out the evidence because it wasn't the perp. I got into an argument with the detectives” Casey said.

Once at her apartment, she helps you take out food from the bag. Then you sit across from her at the table and you start to eat your food while she drinks the wine.

“Wow, you had a rough day. I dont know how you keep working with them” You said

“I don't have a choice. This is a huge case and I don't want to mess up because of them” Casey said

“You won't mess up. You are smart and you always Think of something when it gets hard, you don't give up” You said

“Did you give your mom the necklace you bought for her?” Casey asked

“No. But tomorrow I will give it to her, I think she will like it” You said

You told Casey that your mom is a cop but never said her name. Casey didn't ask for her name, you and Casey are still getting to know each other.

After dinner, you and Casey cuddle in bed while watching a movie. While watching the movie, you and Casey fell asleep. She has her head on your chest and you have your arm around her.

——-

You went to visit your mom at her job, she was happy to see you.

“Hi, mom” You smiled

“Y/N, what you are doing here?” Olivia asked

“What, you are not happy to see me?” You pouted

“Of course, I'm happy to see you” Olivia smile

Your gives you a strong hug and kisses your head. Then She takes you out for lunch and you always spend time with your mom. Your mom leaves the station with you, then you take her to a restaurant.

“Sorry, I haven't been answering your calls this case got everyone arguing with each other. But I will make it up to you, I promise” Olivia said

“I get it, mom. some cases, you do hit close to your heart. I got this for you” You said

You give her a small gift bag, then she takes out the jewrly box. You watch your mom open the box and she is speechless.

“Oh, sweetie I love it,” Olivia said

You stood up then she stood up, then you hugged your mom. She turned around and picked up her hair and you put the necklace on her. Then you and your mom sit back down.

“My girlfriend helped me pick the necklace” You smiled

“Wow, it must be serious since she helped you pick the necklace. When am I going to meet her?” Olivia said

“I’m feeling nervous about you meeting her, it's my first serious relationship. And I don't want you to scare her away” You said

“I’m not going to scare her away. I just need to make sure she is the right woman for you, Y/N” Olivia said

“Okay. I will ask her because she has a very busy job. Please mom, I'm begging don't scare her away I think she might be the one” You said

“I won't scare her away. Does she truly make you happy?” Olivia said

“Yes, she makes me happy. I never felt like this before” You said

“I've never seen you like this before when you dated other people,” Olivia said

You can't stop smiling and she is happy that you found someone special.

✫ ✬ ✫ ✬

Casey has been having a rough day and she called you, she wanted to hear your voice. After the conversation, you went to surprise your girlfriend at her job. You semi-closed the door and you walked towards her desk, she stood up and walked towards you.

“Y/n, what are you doing here?” Casey asked

“I wanted to surprise you,” You said

You put her hair behind her ear and she wrapped her arms around your waist.

“These cops are idiots and they are always giving me a hard time. Since I’m new they think I don't have a backbone, I know how to do my job” Casey sighed

“Yeah, they can be idiots well some. But they shouldn't be giving you a hard time every day” You said

You kiss her on the lips and she starts to kiss you back. She pulls you closer and she doesn't let go, her lipstick starts to get on your lips. Then her hands go on your ass. The kiss is filled with passion then you start to kiss her neck and she starts to smile.

“You can't leave hickeys on my neck, babe I'm still on the clock,” Casey said

“Well, that sucks,” You pouted

She smiled then she started to kiss you again. You don't want to let go of her and you start to smile at her.

Olivia and Elliot just arrived at the law firm, they are heading to see Casey. They are talking about the case.

“You were hard on her,” Elliot said

“We told her, about the evidence but she didn't listen to us,” Olivia said

Before heading to her office, Elliot grabbed her arm.

“Just give her a break, Liv. Not everyone can be like Alex” Elliot said

She knows that he is right but she is being stubborn.

“Let’s just go see her,” Olivia said

They head to her office then Elliot opens the door. They catch you kissing Casey and you hear your name being called, and then you see your mom.

“Mom!?” You yelled

“Mom? Wait, Olivia Benson is your mother?” Casey asked

“Y/N, wait you have been dating her this whole time!?” Oliva yelled

“Yes! Casey is my girlfriend. I didn't know that you two knew each other, I didn't put the clues together” You said

“You would not be dating her anymore,” Olivia said

“Liv, calm down,” Elliot said

“Mom, you can't be serious. I'm not a teenager anymore” You angrily said

Casey was going to something but Olivia said something first.

“I will not support this relationship,” Olivia said

“Liv, don't say something that you will regret,” Elliot said

“You are my daughter and you won't be with her anymore, Y/N,” Olivia said

“No. I will not listen to you” You said

“Olivia, you need to stop. She isn't a child and -”

Olivia started to argue with Casey, they went back and forth. Elliot grabbed Olivia’s arm and dragged her out of the office. She tried to go back but he didn't let her, he just kept dragging her away from the office until he got out of the building with her. You are feeling angry and embarrassed

“Casey, I’m sorry,” You said

“Why you didn't tell me she was your mom?” Casey asked

“I didn't know you were talking about her and I didn't know she was talking about you. Maybe you and my mom can try to get along” You said

“Y/N, that won't happen,” Casey said

“At least try, please. I will talk to my mom tonight” You said

“I think you should go, Y/N. I have to get to work” Casey said

“Casey,” You said

“Please leave,” Casey said

“At least call me tonight,” You said

She watched you leave the office then she sat on her chair. Casey sighed and she couldn't believe what just happened with her girlfriend.

You went home and you are frustrated. Your mom did you but you ignored her call and text. You are hoping that Casey will call you so that you can fix the situation.

——

The next night… you went to see Casey at her apartment.

“We need to talk,” You said

“We do,” Casey said

“I will talk to my-”

“Y/N, let me talk first please,” Casey said

“Sure,” You said

“Y/N, I can't see anymore. I think we should break up and I don't think this will work” Casey said

“Why are you doing this? We can make it work, you are my first love. I know you and my mom don't like each other but I want you and her to try to get along with each other” You said

“It’s not going to work, Y/N. It’s too much on the line, and -”

“So, it's over just like that before we can try to fix it,” You said

You are trying to hold back your tears.

“You should go now,” Casey said

“Out of everyone, I didn't expect you to break my heart but you did it,” You said

You leave her apartment and she doesn't go after you. Casey starts to cry and she wipes the tears away. But she cried again and she thinks you won't forgive her for breaking your heart.

You went home and you couldn't stop crying. She was your everything and you thought you could fix the problem but that didn't happen. You don't call your mom and you just cry in your living room.

✫ ✬ ✫ ✬

You have been in your apartment for days, you have been ignoring your phone. You are feeling sad and hurt about the breakup, that you didn't tell your mom about it.

Your mom went to your apartment, she has the spare key. But first, she knocks on the door a few times

“Y/N, please open the door,” Olivia said

But you don't open the door. She takes out her phone and she started to call you, but it goes straight to voice mail. She knocked again but you still didn't open the door. Now, she uses the key to go inside your apartment. She looks around and everything is normal, then she heads to your bedroom. You are lying in bed and your back is facing the door.

“Y/N, I have been calling,” Olivia said

“I'm fine, mom just leave me alone,” You said

“What’s wrong?” Olivia asked

“Mom,” You said

“Talk to me, please. I have been worried about you for days” Olivia said

You sit up on the bed and she sits next to you.

“Casey broke up with me, she thinks we couldn't make it work because you and her have beef,” You said

You look down at your hands and you don't look at your mom.

“Oh, I'm sorry,” Olivia said

“Just forget it, mom. It's over and there's no point” You said sadly

“I know, I had had issues with Casey. But I didn't expect you to be dating her. And how I reacted was wrong and immature” Olivia said

“Why are you apologizing? Casey dumped me. You don't have to worry about anything” You said

“You are my daughter and I want you to be happy”

“Mom please leave me alone,” You said

“Okay. I will bring you dinner later. I’m sorry, Y/N” Olivia said

You don't say anything and she just leaves your apartment. Olivia feels bad because she feels she is the cause of the breakup. You lie back in bed and you don't bother checking your phone.

—-

Olivia is at her desk and she can't focus.

“What’s wrong?” Elliot asked

“Y/N is angry at me and Casey broke up with her,” Olivia said

“I get why she would be mad at you,” Elliot said and he drinks his coffee.

“I never seen her like this before. She told me that Casey was the one” Olivia said

“You have to fix it. I know you don't like Casey but you have to make it right, if you want your daughter to forgive you. Whatever you dislike about Casey get over it, because soon enough she will be over for Thanksgiving” Elliot said

“Cover for me, I have to see Casey” Olivia said

Olivia left and she rushed to the law firm. But Casey wasn't there then Olivia went to the court, and she found Casey putting her stuff away in the courtroom. No one else is there but the two.

“Casey, we need to talk,” Olivia said

“For what?” Casey asked

“I know we didn't get along from day one. And I wasn't happy that you were dating my daughter, but when i saw her distraught it broke my heart because I was the cause of you breaking up with her” Olivia said

“I don't want to come between you and Y/N, she values your opinion,” Casey said

Casey closed her briefcase and she started to walk away, but Olivia grabbed her arm.

“You have my blessing to date my daughter. I know you still care about and your feelings for her haven't changed. Whatever issue we have between us, let's fix it because I don't want her to pick between us” Olivia said

Olivia lets go of Casey’s arm.

“She does make me happy. I broke up with her because I didn't want her to pick between us. Breaking up with her was the hardest thing I had to do” Casey said

“I believe you. I will see you later, Novak” Olivia said

“See you later, Benson” Casey said

✫ ✬ ✫ ✬

Casey goes to your apartment and you are surprised to see her.

“Cas, what are you doing here?” You asked

You let her inside your apartment.

“I’m sorry I broke your heart, Y/N. I did it because I didn't want to put you in a situation where you would have to pick me or your mom. I know you hate me, but I didn't want your relationship with your mom to be ruined just because your mom and I don't get along,” Casey said

“It hurt that you hurt me because it felt like I didn't do enough,” You said

She put her hand on your cheek.

“Y/N, you mean so much to me. I hate that I hurt you, but if you let me I will make it right” Casey said

“How do I know you won't do it again?” You asked

“I won't do it again, I-”

You kiss her then she starts to kiss you back.

“This means we are back together?” Casey asked

“The kiss is the hint,” You said

“I think you should show me again” Casey smirked

She starts to kiss you and you start to smile. Casey’s arms are around your body then she starts to kiss your neck.

“Your mom came to see me,” Casey said

“Really? Wait, did you and my mom get into a fight?” You asked

“No, we didn't get into a fight. She wanted to make things right because your happiness is important. Your mom and I will work together and she gave me the blessing to date you” Casey said

“She didn't tell me,” You said

“She wanted me to talk to you first. But call her and tell her the good news” Casey said

You kiss her again then you call your mom, she is happy that you and Casey are back together. Olivia is happy that she fixed the problem then she tells Elliot about the good news.

Casey takes you out for dinner. She takes you to your favorite restaurant and she holds your hand.

“I think I have a feeling that your mom will invite me over for the holidays” Casey joked

“She will do that,” You giggled

You and Casey ordered food.

“Move in with me, Y/N,” Casey said

“What?” You asked

“I mean it, baby. Move in with me and I think we are ready for that step” Casey said

“Wow, I don't know what to say,” You said

“Are you ready for us to live together? You spend most of your time at my place” Casey said

“Okay, let's do it” You smiled

You and Casey can't stop smiling at each other. Casey picks up your hand and kisses it.