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[capquinn]

Hi!!! Can we daydream about Quinn with his gf/wife and little kids at family skate, and he is so sweet and has fun with the kids but then he also spends time just skating with his girl and just how adorable it would all be

The rink is buzzing with laughter and chatter, a lively hum that echoes across the ice as families skate together under the bright, friendly glow of the arena lights. It’s a Canucks family skate, and the atmosphere is nothing short of joyful chaos. Around you, players glide alongside their partners and children, laughter and the occasional squeal of excitement filling the air as little ones attempt their first steps on the ice, bundled up in tiny team jerseys, their skates barely steady on the surface.

You linger by the boards, your baby boy nestled in the crook of your arm, his gaze fixed intently on the skaters zooming past, his eyes wide with wonder. He’s completely captivated, his little neck craning as he tries to take in every bit of movement. Every now and then, he lets out an excited coo, his small hands flailing and reaching as if he wants to join in, enchanted by the way everyone glides over the ice.

Around the rink, you spot a few familiar faces — teammates sharing laughs with their families, some holding hands with their significant others, others carefully guiding their wobbly-legged kids in little skates, everyone wrapped up in the warmth of the moment. You can see Brock pulling his young niece around the ice, her giggles ringing out as he lifts her up to help her “fly.” Nearby, Elias is gliding hand in hand with his girlfriend, and every now and then, he spins her around, both of them laughing in easy, joyful abandon.

But your eyes keep drifting back to Quinn, who’s just a few feet away, moving slowly across the ice with your three-year-old daughter. She’s bundled in her Canucks beanie and a tiny jersey, her skates clumsy but determined as she tries to match her dad’s easy, practiced rhythm. Quinn holds both of her hands, his head bent as he whispers something encouraging to her, laughing softly as her little legs flail with each wobbly attempt to glide.

He glances over at you, a wide grin spreading across his face as he meets your eyes, sharing in the hilarity of your daughter’s determined yet wobbly attempts. You catch his look and laugh, sharing an amused shake of your head. He’s practically beaming, every inch the proud, doting dad, and he keeps pointing things out to her, like, “see, you’re skating just like daddy!”

Your daughter giggles, her gaze flickering over to you, and she waves a little hand, calling out, “mommy, look! I’m skating!”

You give her an encouraging wave back, smiling.

“You’re doing so good!” you call out, even as you stay firmly planted by the boards, not entirely confident in your skating skills while holding a baby.

“Come on, mommy!” She beckons, twisting her neck to look at you as her feet take her in the opposite direction. But Quinn’s grip on her is steady, and he’s there to keep her upright.

Quinn seems to sense your hesitation and guides your daughter to the boards for a quick break.

“You sure you don’t want to give it a try?” he teases, stopping just in front of you, an easy and familiar smile on his face.

Your gaze lingers on the ice, shifting your weight, holding the baby close, and he senses your hesitation. You don’t trust yourself not to fall. When catch you catch his eye, he gives you a soft, reassuring smile before bending down to steady your daughter, guiding her to stand firmly between his legs for balance.

“Stay right here, Bug,” he murmurs, letting go of her little hands once she’s stable. “I’ll take him,” he says without hesitation, and with a smooth motion, extends his arms to take the baby from you, the warmth in his eyes instantly putting you at ease.

You carefully hand your son over, watching as Quinn settles him into the crook of his arm with practiced ease. Against his chest, the baby looks even tinier, his round cheeks pink from the chill and his little eyes wide as he gazes up at his dad. His tiny knitted beanie is slightly askew, and you reach over to adjust it, tucking it snugly over his ears.

“All set?” you ask, smiling down at your baby boy as he wriggles in Quinn’s hold, seemingly content in his father’s arms.

Quinn nods, his eyes soft as he glances down at your daughter, who’s still holding her ground between his legs, balancing on her skates with a proud little grin. “Time to show mom how it’s done,” he tells her.

You kneel down, grinning as you hold your hands out to your daughter. “You ready, Bug?”

She nods enthusiastically, her small, gloved hands slipping into yours, her excitement almost tangible as she steadies herself, her eyes sparkling at the thought of being on the ice with both her mom and dad. You take a deep breath, feeling a rush of warmth and love as the four of you set out, moving as a little cluster of family, Quinn leading with careful, steady strides while you and your daughter follow close behind, each wobbly step punctuated with laughter and encouragement.

As you make your way towards center ice, a couple of Quinn’s teammates glide over, laughter in their eyes as they take in the sight of your little family on the ice. JT is among them, his own kids in tow, and your daughter’s face lights up the moment she spots him.

“Uncle J!” she calls out, waving her little mittened hand enthusiastically. Her balance wobbles, and whilst you’re grasping both hands, Quinn instinctively reaches out to steady her with a gentle hand on her back, grinning at her excitement.

JT chuckles, leaning down to your daughter’s level as he glides to a stop beside you all. “Look at you out here,” he says, eyes twinkling as he gives her a high five. “Practicing for the big leagues already?”

She giggles, puffing out her chest with pride as she says, “daddy’s teaching me!”

JT chuckles. “Alright, show me what you’ve got.”

She giggles again, letting go of one of your hands and wobbling a little as she lifts one skate, trying her best to glide.

JT laughs, clapping his hands. “You’re a natural.”

But before he can say more, your daughter tugs on your hand, her face bright with determination, fuelled by the compliment.

“C’mon, mommy, let’s go,” she urges, eager to keep moving and practicing, already pulling you along with her, her little legs working hard to stay upright.

You exchange a quick, amused look with JT, who winks at you, before you let your eldest lead the way, her enthusiasm carrying you across the ice.

Quinn takes a quick moment to adjust your son in his arm, proudly showing him off to JT, who leans in with a warm smile, giving the baby an affectionate wave. “Look at this little guy,” he chuckles, clearly charmed.

“Daddy!” your daughter calls, her voice bright and insistent, as if to say, Hurry up!

“Enjoy it,” JT says simply, his voice warm with understanding as he glances at Quinn with a knowing smile.

Quinn nods, a quiet, grateful look crossing his face, before he catches up to you and your daughter.

The rink is a blur of people around you, but in this moment, it feels like it’s just the four of you, taking your time and enjoying the simple pleasure of being together. Your daughter’s giggles echo as she finds her rhythm, her little legs wobbling but steadier than when she first began, each stride more confident than the last. Her grip loosens on your hands until, with a small, determined breath, she lets go, pushing forward on her own, her arms outstretched as she glides a few cautious feet ahead of you.

With your daughter skating just ahead, you lean into Quinn, wrapping a hand around his bicep, feeling the warmth and strength of him beneath your fingers. You rest your head on his shoulder, and he shifts slightly, his arm coming around to rest against your back, steering you gently as the two of you fall into a comfortable, slow pace behind her, perfectly content to just be here, watching her take these little steps of independence.

“She’s getting so big,” you murmur, a smile in your voice, though there’s a faint catch as you take in the sight of her moving so confidently ahead.

Quinn nods, his gaze fixed on her, his jaw tightening just slightly as his expression softens with quiet pride. “Yeah,” he murmurs, almost to himself, his voice carrying a quiet awe. “Look at her go.”

There’s a hint of wonder in his tone, as if he’s marveling at where the last three years have gone, his baby girl now a fierce, independent spirit with a strength all her own. He holds you a little closer, his hand warm and steady against your back, and for a moment, you both fall into silence, taking in the simple beauty of watching her grow.

But then, her skate catches a rough patch of ice, and her arms flail as she loses balance. For a split second, her expression shifts from confidence to a startled shock as she tips forward, her legs slipping out from under her.

The second Quinn sees her stumble, his whole body tenses. Without a word, he turns to you, carefully but swiftly handing over your son, his arms steady but urgent as he transfers the baby into your hold.

“You good?” he murmurs softly, his eyes meeting yours briefly, a flicker of worry crossing his face as he makes sure you’re steady.

Once satisfied, he’s back to her side in an instant, his strides quick and sure. He crouches down to her level, his hand already reaching out before she even has a chance to process what’s happened.

“Hey, Bug, you okay?” he asks, his voice warm and soothing, though you can catch the subtle glimmer of worry in his eyes as he scans her little face.

Your daughter blinks up at him, her eyes wide, looking more surprised than hurt. Quinn lets out a quiet breath, relief softening his expression, and he offers her a gentle smile, brushing a hand over her cheek.

“Just a little slip, huh?” he murmurs, his tone full of calm reassurance. “Daddy’s got you.”

She nods, a small, tentative smile forming as her fingers curl around his hand, finding comfort in his presence. Quinn helps her up, his hands gentle as he steadies her skates, keeping a close eye on her as she stands. He stays right by her side, his hand resting lightly on her back, offering that familiar, encouraging smile that seems to say, I’m right here.

As she takes a tentative step forward, he glances back at you, his expression softening as he catches your eye. You share a small, knowing smile, the both of you silently acknowledging the preciousness of this moment before Quinn shifts his full attention back to your daughter, ready to help her try again.

With a little encouragement from Quinn, your daughter finds her balance once more, her determination quickly returning as she gives skating another try. She beams up at him, her confidence growing with each little glide, and Quinn chuckles softly, staying close as she takes her next careful steps forward.

Just as you’re all settling back into the rhythm, one of the team photographers skates over with a warm smile, camera in hand. “Mind if I grab a quick family photo?” he asks, nodding towards your little family.

Quinn glances at his daughter, his eyes bright with that familiar, playful glint. “What do you think, Bug?” he says. “Wanna take a picture?”

She giggles, nodding eagerly, and Quinn leans down, scooping her up with ease.

With your daughter perched securely in Quinn’s arms, her little hands wrapped around his neck and her head leaning happily against his shoulder, you feel the warmth of his free arm slipping around your waist, drawing you in close. Your baby boy is snug in your arms, his tiny eyes wide with fascination as he stares up at his dad.

The team photographer raises his camera. “Alright, you all ready?“

Quinn chuckles, looking at you with a familiar smile before turning his gaze to your daughter, who beams up at him, her little face alight with pure happiness. “Smile big, Bug,” he says, giving her a gentle squeeze, which makes her giggle, her tiny hand reaching to hold onto his cheek.

As the photographer counts down, Quinn’s grip around your waist tightens slightly, pulling you in until you’re all snug together, a little family unit beaming with laughter and joy. Your daughter giggles just as the camera clicks, and Quinn glances down at you, eyes shining with a quiet happiness.

The photographer snaps a few more shots, capturing every detail: Quinn’s protective hold on both you and your daughter, the little one nestled close against your shoulder, and the pure joy radiating from each of you. It’s a snapshot of a moment you know you’ll cherish forever — the four of you, sharing a perfect, happy moment on the ice, a memory of love and warmth that will stay with you always.

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[atompalace-official]

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[deceitfulmermaid]

listening to sherlock & co for the first time and i really love when watson does doctor stuff. he’s usually very charmingly bumbling and non threatening so when he gets all serious and smart im like gosh 😳😳😳 DOCTOR watson excuse me

[swanosol]

[yourdreamsaredreamingyouback]

co-create with the cosmos.

Remember, your dreams are not passive thoughts; they exist, waiting and urging you to step into your own story, to co-create with the cosmos.

Every dream realized is a call answered, a star born, a promise kept.

Dream fiercely

love passionately

manifest boldly.

[raiiny-bay]

working on an edit that is not kelly-related for once

[shatinn]

Sims 4 gameplay - fo in sims 4

[garoujo]

hi emmie !!! this is kinda embarassing to say but i've been rewatching bllk recently and i literally haven't stopped thinking about this one scene.. y'know the one where nagi pulls isagi by his bangs? do you think nagi would be into that kinda stuff if you asked? or would you have to rile him up a bit first HAHA

btw just wanted to say that your latest nagi fic was absolutely *chef's kiss* as usual xx

nonnie !!! hiiii !!! omg not embarrassing it is SO REAL cause i literally have it favourited in my photos so whenever i’m looking for something i scroll past it & my body just !!! freaks fhe hell out ໒꒰ྀི ꩜ ᯅ ꩜; ꒱ྀི১ i think he’d probs do whatever u asked him to atleast once imo . . also i think he’s so blunt and low toned naturally that if you ever asked him to try being mean it comes across SO MEAN ! but like it’s kinda nice . . wud def make u cry tho & that unlocks smth in him he didn’t know he needed ໒꒰ྀི ๑˃ᴗ˂꒱ྀིﻭ ! also wahhhh fank u im so happy u liked the latest nagi fic . . i have more coming swear <333

[teresabeadle5]

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[hannnsh]

joel and his family until the end 🎀🗡️

my boy joel winning wildlife is such a great way to (almost) end the year 💝

hello everynyan i dissapeared for a while, bc i was working on this thing lol … it took so long 😔😔 but im finally finished yipee !!! just in time for me to stop drawing and start studying cus my finals r a week away from now LOL (shaking in ma boots) oh but i still have to make a secret santa gift too oops

okay so, abt the drawing, the folours are very differnet from what im used to, i wanted to make it very dreamy like and stuff and happy cus my boy is happy and w his fam !! designwise, i’ve only designs for bamboozlers joel and gem, i had to improvise w etho and grian LOL in the end im just so fed up w this drawing i just wanna call it done so the lighting is kinda wacky 😭

i rlly need to paint etho more he is so fun to render (except his hair fuck his hair😭) scar is also very fun to paint 🙏🏻 i was gonna add hats or something but i forgot so scar and jimmy are both hatless 😔

i was drawing in the car and my mom sat next to me watching me draw and she said that all the characters i draw us nonbinary cos the boys look too pretty 😭😭😭 LMAO

i am gonna be more inactive next month bc i have my exams and i need to lock in frfr 😭 but hopefully i still have time to draw :33 okay that is all goodbye everyone have a nice day 😼😼

[ancientgoddessofegypt]

Astro Notes : Short N Sweet - The power lilith holds <3

Lilith in the 1st - Very strong personalities. Gifted in using the eyes to seduce others. Magnetic. Can fight the demons off of you so please be weary of getting to close if you don't want them to see what hides beneath the surface. There angelic, believe it or not. They're not here to see the world as you see it, they have a taboo personality, yes, but its also because they must learn how to live for themselves and not for anyone else.

Lilith in the 2nd - Cash cow. Can basically get any man to give them what they want. They have to be comfortable in getting under peoples skin, because they can trigger people with how they talk. Insensitive? Not exactly. Just doesn't budge and cares to be 'nice'.

Lilith in the 3rd - Creative freaks. Can use the mind in a million ways, but they still seek out one thing that works for them as they are very passionate people and whatever keeps their attention the most they'll go at it forever. They are use to the attention from people since primary school. So they like to hide a lot. They have a weird mind and they don't care to share it with too many people. If they ever considered writing, they could make some pretty interesting stuff. Sibling rivalries are a thing here.

Lilith in the 4th - Tumulous relationships with family & friends. It's because they're the outcast of the group. I mean, they know a lot and they can't stand for nothing but the truth. But sometimes the truth kills, even when they don't mean for it to be. Can be a hard knock life but they make it worth something. They're no angel, just the universe in the flesh. <3

Lilith in the 5th - Captivating presence. Lovely auras, and amazing bodies. Could be good at dancing. Could be a lil promiscuous. Could be a little dangerous. You never know. Secretive/private about their affairs.. But the stories they have I promise you its like reading a novel. Naturally sensual & can't get enough of them, even if you tried ;)

Lilith in the 6th - Goes hard for groups that aren't seen enough. Can have jealous coworkers or people who want to annoy them and get them out of character. Could also have sensual experiences with co workers. Demands compensation. Could be extremely well liked or hated no in between.

Lilith in the 7th - Spicy individuals. People love to hate them. Could have bisexual allegations from time to time. Most people like to be around them but despise them after a while. Sweet as a pie though, most people allow the rumors to get to them but usually these people are naturally sweet and empathetic. Popular loners.

Lilith in the 8th - Strong personalities. Capable of seeing beyond the veil. Has issues with society due to their daring nature but they do come out ready and swinging. Hypnotic presence. Can heal as much as they can poison, so be careful wit em ;)

Lilith in the 9th - Very beautiful spirits who are the epitome of being carefree. The universe takes them wherever their hearts want to go, and the journey is always something that last a life time. Being connected to someone with this placement could give you the feelings of something amazing. Always hold their hand tight because once their gone its over.

Lilith in the 10th - Dreamy auras. Have a knack for the public and the audience can feel their raw energy. Have haters from all area codes, this just makes them more confident. They know how to appease society well, and they can take on roles that others are too afraid to. This is great placement for lilith to be in.

Lilith in the 11th - Could had to fight to keep their self esteem in check. Due to being outcasted alot, they could of been the scapegoat for a lot of reasons that didn't pertain to them much. With time, they learn to accept that their energy isn't for anyone, and that their value is more than what you can define it. Helpful sweethearts who just wants to be around community that gets them.

Lilith in the 12th - The dream world is a nightmare. My apologies to y'all cause I'm suppose to start it off a little sweet. But this is placement of a witch/warlock. You guys have many gifts that go past the ordinary. And you more than likely come up with some ish down the line. There is a time where you will undergo a lot of spiritual refinement to keep your head going. Don't be afraid of what shows up, it might teach you something!

[cosmicpuzzle]

Negatives of Mercury in Each House

Mercury in 1st House: Overthinker, mental overload, takes things too literally, impatient, not a good listener, interrupts while talking, opinionated, critical, argumentative, fussy with details, nervous.

Mercury in 2nd House: Does not keep promises, mismanages money, financial trickster, bad salesman, lies about money matters, stammering.

Mercury in 3rd House: Too much into details, information gatherer, thinks but not acts, cluttered mind, breathing and lungs issues, smoker, loses the big picture, media addict, smartphone addicts.

Mercury in 4th House: Unsettled mind, emotional issues, analyses feelings than feeling them, not able to settle at one place /city, frequent mover, shy outside home, nervous, anxious mother, tension at home, sibling quarrels, property troubles, documentation troubles.

Mercury in 5th House: flirtatious, casual lover, critical of children's education, too mental in love and expressing affections, takes risk with speculation, poor gambler, worried over children, micromanages children's life.

Mercury in 6th House: Argumentative, picks intellectual fights, overzealous in health matters, troubles with co worker, gossips at office/ workplace, criticizes others work, perfectionist, makes mistakes at work, skin eruptions.

Mercury in 7th House: changes partners frequently, falls in love then discards, trouble with contracts, marries for documents purpose(like spouse sponsoring a visa), mental relationships, not serious in love, experiments new partners, falls in love with 2 people at same time.

Mercury in 8th House: Secretive, schemer, cold, sarcastic, suspicious, corporate frauds, abuses through words, foul language, trouble through inheritance, relatives, nervous disorders like paralysis, respiratory illnesses, obsessed about death.

Mercury in 9th House: Fundamentalist, thinks too optimistically than practically, can't see immediate consequences, focused only on the big vision but doesn't take practical steps, questions religion and faith systems, cannot believe without proof.

Mercury in 10th House: Changes career frequently for promotion or increments, too smart and then deceives oneself, lies at work, thinks only about gain, not emotional, works only for results, no imagination or creativity at work, works as per the letter of law than to the spirit.

Mercury in 11th House: Makes more acquaintances than true friends, social climbers, makes contacts for sake of it, deceitful friends or deceits friends, financial mismanagement, greedy for profits, attracted to quick rich schemes, cheats others financially, lies to others.

Mercury in 12th House: Poor concentration, poor focus, dreamy, impractical, poor memory, lack of action, forgets important things, does not solve problems, not good with details, does not speak properly, not responsive to others, over imagination.

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[harmoonix]

💙Solar Return

observations💙

Part III

ATTENTION: 60+ OBSERVATIONS SO LONG POST!!💙💙💙

💙 Chiron in your solar return chart, will show the area you'll need to heal the most in that specific year:

7h: your relationships

3h: your social skills

4h: your family

8h: traumas

10h: your public image

12h: your sleep

1h: yourself

6h: your health

5h: your inner child

2h: your finances

11h: your friendships

9h: your faith

💙 Moon or Mercury in the 3rd house can indicate a year where you may socialize way more, being more open in talks, sharing things about yourself

💙 Venus in the 1H is a year where you have to prioritize yourself, take care of your body, do skin - routines, relief baths, cleaning

💙 Saturn in the 10H can indicate success at your work/job/career in that year or something big happening with your job

💙 Scorpio Rising in your Solar Return may indicate a year where you gonna evolve more/transform yourself

💙 Moon in the 8H/12H may indicate a sorrowful year on the emotions/feelings, you may get hurt easier, more emotional and more needy that year

💙 Uranus in your 6H/10H can indicate changing jobs, changing something at your job. Maybe a boss, co-workers etc..

💙 Jupiter or Venus in the 9H may be a good year to travel somewhere but also you may have good luck with the school/high-school that year

💙 Venus aspecting Saturn can indicate setting new standards for your love relationship/partner in that year or being more strict with whom you share your love

💙 Earth Rising indicates a year where you need to be more stable, with Capricorn Rising with your career, with Virgo Rising your health, with Taurus Rising your finances/money

💙 Pluto in the 11H may attract a lot of people who may give 'frenemies' vibes that year, take care at your surroundings

💙 Venus in the 5H/7H may give a new romantic interest but not all the time, I had Venus in the 7H in the SR chart last year and I focused more on my views of a relationship rather than an romantic interest

💙 Pluto aspecting your Ascendant can indicate gaining more popularity in that specific year or people being more interested in you

💙 Pluto or Saturn in the 6H can indicate issues with your health in that year. It is a good time to focus on your health and go more frequently at the doctor during this time

💙 Pluto in the 4H may indicate changing in your homelife, maybe moving, your family members changing in better or worse

💙 Pisces Rising can be a year where you may be more dreamy or may have lots of daydreaming episodes, also being more artistic

💙 Sun in the 11H can be a good indicator of making new friends in that year, even making close - bounding with people

💙 Saturn aspecting the North Node may indicate new life paths that imply challenges, a hard path leads to success

💙 Jupiter in the 1H is a good year to put yourself in a good light. You can be lucky in that year with certain things happening in your life

💙 I swear, every time I do a solar return chart, VENUS AND SATURN are always close to each other in my chart. I literally wanna explode.

💙 Saturn in the 12H can indicate a year where you can feel more depressed or pessimistic, or even lazy

💙 You may adopt a pet if you have Venus or Sun in the 6H in that specific year, one or more pets

💙 Mars in your 7H can bring fights/jealousy/arguments in your relationships in that specific year

💙 9h Venus can talk about finding a lover from another ethnicity or culture around that year or maybe a lover during school/ high school or while traveling

💙 Neptune or Lilith in the 12H may be a time when you will feel a lot more introverted, more lonely, more peaceful time with your subconscious

💙 Sun in the 3rd house in the Solar Return will open a lot/being more social in that time, talking more, being more extroverted

💙 Capricorn Venus/Moon will indicate being more mature with your relationships and maybe finding a mature love matching your love life

💙 Mars in the 12H can indicate a subconscious fear or a phobia to an extent. Maybe you'll develop a new fear for something in that year

💙 Pluto in the 8H can indicate secrets, hiding things, but also some issues with feeling yourself, draining and powerful energy

💙 Mercury or Mars in Sagittarius can indicate learning a new language or studying about it

💙 Chiron aspecting Moon may indicate some issues with your mother during that year or your grandmother, but also healing your inner child

💙 Virgo Placements may join in big projects during that year, especially Virgo Rising, Sun, Moon, or Venus, it also can be something profitable for you

💙 Venus close your MC = receiving more compliments in that year/people appreciating you more

💙 Mars in the 3h/Aries Mars may indicate issues with your siblings (if you have), also joining in fights with others

💙 Aries Rising can boost your confidence that year in the Solar Return chart but also attract the same type of people

💙 Uranus in the 7H can indicate an 'unexpected' love interest, meeting someone randomly in that year (can be anyone)

💙 Indicators of being more recognized in the Solar Return chart:

Leo/Aries/Aquarius/Libra Rising

Venus - Asc aspects

Venus - Midheaven aspects

Sun - Midheaven aspects

Sun aspecting Mercury

Mercury in Leo

Gemini Moon/Mercury

💙 A year where you'll have water rising in your chart can indicate a year where you will be more introverted

💙Mars/Saturn or Pluto in the 4th house can bring tension at home during that year, changing homes, discovering something about your family

💙Jupiter in the 8th house may indicate a good time with your finances/money, but also you may find yourself being more sexual

💙 Retrogade planets in the solar return will show areas where you will need the most focus on depending on the house you have retrogade planets (if you have)

💙 Chiron, aspecting the ascendant in the solar return, can indicate lots of healing or wounds to yourself in that year.

💙 Pluto or Scorpio over the 7th house can indicate meeting toxic people or toxic situations in that year

💙 Moon in your 1st house can make you more emotional than you usually are. Can reflect a lot on your personality

💙 Mercury in the 11th house can bring new friends in your life. Is a social placement for that specific year

💙 You may start a job in the year you'll have uranus/saturn in the 6th house or switch to another job

💙 Mars in the 2nd house can spend more money on yourself or others during that year

💙 North Node will indicate a new path for you in that specific year depending on the house you have the NN in

💙 Virgo in the 2nd house may spend money on their health or medical care or vitamins in that year, or even on your diet/aliments

💙 Pluto in the 11th house is usually a year where you will feel that people are more cold with you, or mean, or you'll feel that ppl have something against you

💙 12th house sun can be a year where you will focus more on your subconscious and self - peace rather than other things

💙 Chiron - Venus aspects may have wound related to love topics or relationships in that year, even a possible breakup

💙 Sun or Venus in the 5th house can indicate discovering a new hobby during that year, can be something related with arts

💙 Moon in the 6th house can be a good year to reflect on your mental health, especially if you previously had depression, anxiety, and stress

💙 Mars in the 1st house can indicate a year where you will be more competitive, can be more harsh on yourself, more stubborn

💙 Venus in the 10th house can be a year where you will find love during your work/job, can fall in love with a co-worker, drama about your love life

💙 Lilith in Gemini/3rd house can indicate a year where people can gossip or talk behind your back, despite these you'll be more social and bold

💙 Lilith - Chiron aspects may show a year where you will struggle with your sexual desires, can end up with sexual frustration

💙 Sun or Mars in the 3rd house can indicate getting a car or driving license (of course, if you are close in age for these things)

💙 Mars, Saturn, or Sun in the 1st in the Solar return chart is a good time to focus on gym if you like it. Because your body matters a lot

💙 Since we are soon to end the year, here are some observations. Hope you love some new observations!! Enjoy and take care!!

Harm♡♡nix 💙 2024●

[honey-flustered]

Kinkmas Day 1: Shared Girlfriend

Steddie x Fem!Reader

Summary: Sharing is, indeed, caring.

Warnings: established relationship, mentions of threeway activities, steve and eddie friendly competition for your praise, college!au

A/N: was in the drafts for kinktober so instead it’s christmas goodies instead 🎄

“Thank you so much for carrying my books for me, Eddie Bear. You’re so sweet.” You say with an adoring smile that immediately makes him putty in your hands.

“Anything for you.” Eddie replies dreamily, a dopey smile on his face while his love-stricken eyes refuse to leave your face. He mindlessly unloads your books into the locker, missing the entrance by a long shot as the books fall to the floor. It doesn’t register to him it seems because he continues to put away imaginary books oblivious to the mess he’s made of your things.

You giggle, shaking your head at him a little bit. “You’re so silly.”

Just as you were about to crouch down to collect the books, Steve swoops in and picks them off the ground for you.

“Allow me, princess, we don’t want you lifting a finger. Especially me.” He shoots you a dazzling smile.

“Funny you say that considering I was the one carrying all the books. Not you.“ Eddie mutters.

“Oh, so carrying her backpack and her lunch means absolutely nothing? My girl needs her #2 pencils and a balanced meal and I was able to protect them.” Steve defends.

“You’re right. My girl does need those things,” Eddie emphasizes by dropping a heavy hand down onto Steve’s shoulder. “Thank you for your service. You’ve been honorably discharged, soldier.”

“I’ll go once I get a kiss from my princess,” Steve shrugs off Eddie, stepping towards you. He bats his puppy-dog hazel eyes and pouts. “May I get a kiss?”

“Of course, baby.” You consent, grinning. Then, you’re leaning in, pressing your soft lips against his own. Fireworks burst behind Steve’s eyelids and he feels like he’s about to takeoff like a rocket.

You pull away, doing your best to wipe the excess of your lipgloss from his lips. Steve licks it instead, savoring your taste.

“Mmm, cherry.” He says, eyes just as dazed and love-stricken as Eddie’s once were. But Eddie’s eyes could only carry anger after the display before him.

The boys had no issue sharing you. Hell, the day they both laid eyes on you they were adamant that neither would back off from pursuing you regardless of their close friendship. Two-in-one confessions later, an intense three-way make out session—among other things—and you three decide to make the arrangement official.

Everything has been great…up until Eddie and Steve became a little competitive when it came to receiving praise from you. They’re BIG on praise. Words of Affirmation and Quality Time are their love languages. So, of course, when one would receive any kind of congratulatory words or praise, the other would go to even greater lengths to receive the attention as well.

Eddie touches his index fingers together, feigning shyness. “I get one too, right?”

You laugh. They’re both so cute. “Yes, Eddie Bear.”

You press your mouths together and both end up smiling into the kiss. When you pull away, Eddie takes a moment to reopen his eyes before they’re boring into yours.

“I love you.” He says with a dreamy sigh.

“I love you, too. Eddie Bear. And I love you, Big Boy.” You say, winking over at Steve then checking the time on your phone. “I have to go. My professor’s a real stickler for being on time and makes it everyone’s problem when we aren’t.”

“I’ll be counting down the seconds until we meet again, princess.” Steve says, taking your hand to place yet another kiss on your skin; his eyes never leaving yours.

“Pretty smooth, prince fucking charming.” Eddie thinks.

But he believes he can do one better. He may not be a gentleman but it’s not like you ever needed that from him anyway. Taking the same hand Steve kissed, Eddie places his lips over the same spot before tracing his lips up along your ring finger. He notices the slight shiver that courses through you, goosebumps rising along your soft skin. A chaste kiss is press along the soft pad of your fingertip, his tongue briefly tasting you.

“That should hold me until your return,” Eddie says, licking his lips before shooting Steve a shit-eating smirk. “Don’t be too long though or I’ll have to come in and get you myself.”

You nod in a daze, reluctantly parting from them while awkwardly stumbling into class; your knees buckling.

“You little devil.” Steve says with his arms crossed.

“Oh, you love it.” Eddie gloats.

[gold-onthe-inside]

pair programming

A software development technique in which two programmers work together at one workstation. One, the driver, writes code while the other, the observer or navigator, reviews each line of code as it is typed in.

part one: driver

who? spencer reid (s1) x analyst!reader what? prequel to greylist; you invite yourself onto a case to help penelope after an unsub runs a blackhat operation onto her set-up, getting to know your best friend's team in the process. word count: 3.9k (sort of turned into a case-fic) content warnings: elle's shooting is mentioned, reference to SA a/n: this got seriously long, i'm so sorry, i hope you all like it, and part two will be coming - based on when penelope gets shot

“What kind of MIT graduate is a technophobe?” you asked, even as you were plugged in next to Penelope's workstation. Your eyes are glued to the screen, parsing through each line of code as Penelope wrote it. It was rare for you to get this attached to someone, but Penelope's hard not to let in with her funky earrings and sparkly glasses and chunky bracelets.

"The kind with three PhDs, apparently," she replied, before cursing softly as she notices you correct her code.

"Ugh, that sounds insufferable," you mutter, curling your upper lip, rubbing the small ache that was growing in the back of your neck. You've been at this for hours, helping Penelope develop software that can identify the tiniest detail from CCTV footage, invasion of privacy damned. You knew it's an ethical line you have to blur in counterintelligence. But you've found your groove and if you lose track now, who knows when you'll both get a chance to sit and write again?

"He's not that bad, actually," Penelope said, blue eyes watching her screen intently, manicured nails clacking over her keyboard, chewing the same gum she had popped in when you'd both started. "He's not exactly a looker, not like my darling Morgan. Did I tell you he called me baby girl?"

"How romantic," you said dryly, reaching for the packet of Twizzlers you were both sharing. "He didn't know your name."

"You haven't seen him," Penelope said, her voice dreamy. "He's beautiful, the Adonis to my Aphrodite--"

"You know Adonis died, right?" you asked her, raising a brow and she tossed a Malteser at you.

"Stop ruining my fantasies!" she cried and you snickered under your breath.

"I'm not picking that up. Anyway, more importantly, what's Agent Greenaway like?"

And so it goes for another hour, until you both swap roles, and you're complete focus and drive and determination as you get these codes out, and Spencer Reid is nothing more than a name picked up in conversation.

You're good at your job; clean, organised, a hard worker with an eye for detail and little else in your social life, and so when Penelope's picked for the BAU, you're working your way up in counterintelligence, surrounded by more testosterone than Penelope. She's unorthodox, hasn't come up the way you have; you were astonished when you found out that she taught herself to code, dropping out of CalTech a year after she joined. It's why you offered to be her navigator, and you only really stay at your desk if you're working with privileged information. Otherwise, you're spending off-time with her, writing programs and algorithms, helping her multi-task when there's an overwhelming amount of information to track.

"My co-workers never get me flowers," you said, walking in with your laptop under your arm, a hand going to the yellow flowers arranged in a bouquet by her station and she spun in her chair, grinning giddily.

 "They're from Gideon," she gushed and you raise a brow as you smell the daffodils.

“You know I don’t judge age gaps, but isn’t he starting to bald?” you asked and Penelope was already rolling her eyes as you picked up the card to read it.

“It’s not like that,” she insisted, watching you frown at the neat printed writing. “What is it?”

“Agent Gideon doesn’t write like this,” you said, wrinkling your brow, showing her the handwriting and Penelope shrugged.

“Maybe he wanted it to look nice.”

"I know I can be challenging, but your work is appreciated. J. Gideon?” you read out skeptically. “A) he’s not self-aware enough to call himself challenging, and B) he doesn’t sign off on messages like that. I’ve seen your Christmas present from last year.”

“You don’t know that,” Penelope retorted and you cock your head at her. “He-He was apologising for last week, when he was on crutches and—”

“Was being a total pain in your ass?” you asked with a chuckle, sitting down and opening your laptop. “What’s the going rate for daffodils these days? 10, 20 dollars?”

“What are you doing?” Penelope asked, then looking horrified as you’d already hacked your way into peeking at Gideon’s recent debit and credit purchases.

“No florists here,” you declared, showing her. “Although, he goes to the Smithsonian a lot.”

“He likes the bird exhibits, what are you guys doing?” came a confused voice from behind the both of you, and your eyes fall on a gangly, tall man, with a very unflattering yellow shirt with beige lines that matched his tie and trousers, brown hair tucked tightly behind his ears.

Penelope quickly slammed your laptop shut with a quick “Nothing!” and he furrowed his brow, spindly fingers fidgeting in front of him. You glanced at Penelope, trying to follow her cue.

“Yeah, what’s it to you?” you asked, the kind of tone you’d use with your own co-workers who linger around your desk, trying to copy your programs.

“Considering Gideon’s my boss, I’d like to know why you’re investigating his finances,” Spencer said, doing his best to exude confidence, but he didn’t quite manage it, his hands going to his pockets, and your cool stare makes him swallow. Oh, he’s going to be fun to play with.

“We’re just evaluating whether Gideon’s gonna ask Penelope here on a date,” you said, just to mess with him and keeping a straight face even as she shoved your shoulder, and he choked, his neck flushing red. “Oh, maybe he’ll take you to his cabin,” you add, looking at Penelope excitedly. “A couple glasses of wine, a nice dinner, light some candles—”

“I’m gonna shove this keyboard so far down your throat, all that’s going to come out are bit strings!” she cried, trying to clap a hand over your mouth as you laugh and by the time you look back at the door, he’s gone. “I think you’ve scarred him for life,” Penelope sighed, exasperated, smacking your shoulder hard and making you wince.

“Ow, no sense of humour, any of you,” you grumbled, rubbing your shoulder, and actually getting down to do the work you’re supposed to be doing. You like Penelope’s company, more than the kind of guys you’re surrounded by in counterintelligence.

You’re supposed to be parsing through online communication on a website potentially linked to a terrorist organisation in Somalia, waiting for your decryption program to finish running it, walking into Penelope’s den to find her pulling her apart her CPU, muttering to herself. “All work and no play?” she demanded at her array of screens, “All work and no play, huh? You just wait till I’m through with you!”

“Um… you good?” You asked, leaning against her doorway. You haven’t seen Penelope this angry since she’d been called into work the night they had tickets to the Pixies’ reunion tour.

“Someone had the nerve to run a blackhat op into my computers!” she cried, looking at you, red streaks in her crinkle-cut hair. “They hacked me, okay? But you can bet your sweet ass, I will find them. I've got honey pot farms hidden behind UML kernel data packets and a first generation honeynet I personally programmed. My snort logs list every visitor, every server request, every keystroke on this entire network. If I have to back-hack his I.P. all the way to the frickin'stone age, I will find this son of a bitch, okay?” As angry as she sounded, her blue eyes were welling up and Somalia was forgotten as you pulled your own chair up.

“What can I do?” you asked and her phone rang, Penelope groaning as she stood up, jamming the answer button with the back of her screwdriver.

“What?” she demanded irritably.

“I need a rundown on a guy,” Morgan said and you frowned — as far as you knew, the rest of the team was on vacation, what with him telling everyone on the floor, including yours, about all fun he was gonna have at some Jamaican resort in Montego Bay.

“No,” Penelope said, shortly.

“No?” he asked and your hand came up to Penelope’s elbow.

“I can take care of this,” you offer and it seemed to take some steam off of your best friend. “Talk to me, Morgan,” you said, rolling your chair over and setting up on your own laptop. “What do you need?”

“Run a Frank Giles for me, would you, sweet thing?” Morgan asked and you huff, pulling up your deep background check program to run his name.

“Call me sweet thing again and I’ll feed your fingers to Clooney,” you replied, hearing him chuckle over the landline.

“My bad,” he said. “What do you have for me?”

“Hey, I’m working on a CPU half my usual size, gimme a minute, will you?” you replied.

“You’re a hard woman to please.”

“No fun in making it easy, is it?” you quip back as your results get back to you. “Frank Giles left Jamaica last night on the red eye. He flew to Florida, then got onto another flight to Virginia,” you relay to him.

“He’s from Virginia?” Morgan asked, confused.

“He’s got an address in Arlington,” you continued. “Long criminal record too; murder, robbery, sexual assault.”

“A guy was murdered in the resort here, head was cut off,” Morgan explained to you. “What are the chances you can find him for me?”

“Please, this stuff is child’s play,” you retorted, glancing down at Penelope on the floor. “This is what you do all day? Look people up?”

Penelope looked up from the floor at you. “Hey, I’m in a very vulnerable position right now!” You suppress a snort, working on ID’ing the victim.

“The room’s rented to a man named—”

“Marty Harris,” you said. “Also classic bad guy, fetish burglar and registered child sex offender. TSA flagged him, he was travelling with Giles.” You flex your fingers, cracking your knuckles, your blood not quite up.

“Alright, thanks, mama,” he said before hanging up and you scrunch your nose at being called that. Derek liked to flirt, and despite your best efforts, he’s not averse to being threatened. You spend the rest of the day backhacking the guy, Frank Giles on the back of you mind.

“How’d he get in, anyway?” you asked, frowning at your laptop. It’s not as well-kitted as your cubicle downstairs, but you can’t leave Penelope in the lurch like this.

“I don’t know,” Penelope cried, “all I know is I was in Camelot with Sir Kneighf again—”

“At work?” you asked, looking up instantly and the colour leeched from Penelope’s face. “Pen, no!”

“It was my personal laptop, I didn’t think—”

“Your laptop doesn’t have the same security, Pen, Christ!”

“I know that!” she yelled, her face fierce. “God, you don’t think I feel horrible enough already, and I can already see Hotch’s face when he finds out—”

“Hey, no, I’m sorry, listen,” you say automatically, scooting forward to comfort her. “Listen, it’s gonna be okay, alright? Whoever this guy is, he took advantage of you, alright? That’s what these guys do. They wait around until they find the weak link and strike.”

“I’m the weak link!” Penelope cried and you tutted, putting your laptop away and hugging her.

“Hey, no, you’re not,” you insisted, taking her glasses off so they wouldn’t get in the way. “You know how many cases these guys have solved because of you? How many lives they could’ve lost if you hadn’t found the right guy or the right address in time? Don’t beat yourself up over one mistake.”

And that’s exactly how clear you make yourself when you hear Gideon call her stupid — standing right by her side when she tells the entire team the truth. You’re not part of the team, Gideon’s not your supervisor, and it’s the first time you’ve met most of them face to face really, which makes it easier to stand your ground.

“You’d all be lost without Garcia’s technical skills, and you know it,” you said, defending your friend. “So, yeah, she made a mistake and the hacker got into your personnel files. It doesn’t explain how he knows all the other details of your life. It doesn’t explain how he knew about Morgan and Greenaway going to Jamaica, or your appreciation of the Chicago White Sox , who, by the way, haven’t won a championship since 1959 until last year.” There’s a moment of silence where Gideon just blinks at you, Elle suddenly very interested in her fist as her brow raised, and Aaron’s gaze bored into you. Spencer didn’t know whether to look at you or Gideon; you with your firm gaze and fingers curled around Penelope’s, or Gideon with his worn out expression.

“So, how did he find all this out?” Aaron said eventually, and the heat passes as they all move on. You glanced at Penelope, nodding subtly as she mouthed a ‘thank you’. Elle caught your gaze as you started to leave the profilers to their work, dimples forming on her sleepy face as she tried not to smile.

You have your own work pending, writing up a program to feed the decrypted communication through that would flag recurring keywords, in Penelope’s den still. This close to evening, your supervisor wouldn’t care anyway. The hours you put in excuse you from actually having to sit in your cubicle. With the only two seats in the den occupied, Spencer was pacing behind Penelope who was busy backhacking Sir Kneighf.

“The card we got of Nellie Fox was from 1963,” he was saying to noone in particular, and you had the feeling he just didn’t want to be in that conference room alone, but his pacing was starting to get on your nerves. “But the team that Gideon’s fond of is actually the 1959 team.” You shared a glance at Penelope, slipping into telepathy.

“Can’t we get rid of him?”

“Not without making a mess,” she said with her face and you repressed a sigh as he kept going.

“So the code has to be from a book from 1963,” he said, twisting on his heel to face Penelope. “Is there a database that lists all the books published in a given year?”

“Individual publishers have lists, I don't think there's anything like a master one,” Penelope answered him. “Plus it would depend upon the year, because the further back you go, the less likely there'll be any database at all.

“And definitely not for 1963,” you piped up, Penelope nodding along and Spencer looked at you with a furrowed brow, then back to Penelope, leaning over her shoulder.

“Could you do me a favor? Type something into a search engine for me?” Spencer asked and Penelope scowled at him.

“I’m kind of in the middle of something,” she replied and as if you could tell the work would be shifted onto you, you attempted to surreptitiously leave, but Penelope’s hand latched around your wrist. “Weren’t you just wishing you had something to do?”

“No,” you tried in vain, “No, my program’ll be done in a couple of—” Neither of them were falling for it and Spencer was starting to pull out this puppy-faced look and you groaned. How did you keep getting in these situations? “Fine, put your face away,” you said irritably, sitting back down. “What am I Yahoo-ing?”

"Never would it be night, but always clear day to any man's sight,” Spencer recited, watching you type rapidly.

“It’s from ‘The Parliament of—”

“Fowls!” Spencer exclaimed, “I knew I’d heard it somewhere.” It was too late in the day for you to handle his excitement with any kind of grace, sharing a look with Penelope who simply shrugged, like he was always like this. “Yeah, yeah, Chaucer, my… My mom used to read it to me,” he said, not quite meeting anyone’s gaze… like he was ashamed of something. “It’s widely considered the world’s first Valentine’s poem.”

“Your mom read you Valentine's poems? Hello, therapy,” Penelope muttered under her breath and you smacked her arm playfully, Spencer too deep in thought to see it.

“The poem’s not long enough for it to be the book,” he said, still looking puzzled. “The code we got referred to it having at least 283 pages—”

“And it’s not from 1963, either,” you added dryly.

“Something published in 1963. A butterfly indigenous to Great Britain, so something from Great Britain,” he said to himself and you furrow your brow.

“Fowles,” you said, and it was like everything made sense. “With an e, Fowles. He wrote a book, The Collector, in the 60s,” you kept going, Penelope looking at you with an impressed gaze, Spencer hanging onto your every word. “It kind of matches your case. This lonely young man kidnaps a young art student and holds her in his cellar at his farmhouse, keeps her there for years, and she assumes he’s going to torture her or sexually assault her, but he’s waiting for her to fall in love with him, and he’s convinced she will, and by the end, she falls ill and dies. When he finds her, he wants to commit suicide, but he reads her diary and realises she never loved him so he buries her and the book ends with him thinking about abducting another girl.”

“Oh my God,” Penelope gasped, looking horrified.

“Yeah, it wasn’t great,” you replied, frowning and scrunching your nose. “The whole thing was in first person. It was weird to read.”

“Right, that’s the icky part,” Penelope said, dryly.

“We need to check it with the code, and it has to be the exact edition he has,” Spencer interrupted before either of you got side-tracked and you rolled your eyes, going into your bag to pull out your e-reader, connecting it to your laptop. Spencer hovered right above your shoulder, so close you could hear his breathing, feeling warmth flutter against your cheek, and you cleared your throat.

“Ever heard of personal space?” you asked irritably, turning to look at him and he looked back down at you, barely an inch between you two, and then he stammered out an apology as he stepped back, all while Penelope smirked at the two of you. While the book transferred, you worked on quickly creating an algorithm that would search and flag the given word on a given line, on a given page, and despite yourself, you’re a little impressed when Spencer recites each number from the code that the unsub had sent Haley.

“Show off,” you muttered under your breath as he quickly wrote the resulting poem onto a legal pad in chicken scratch writing.

The path to the end began at his start. To find her, first calm her long broken heart. She sits in a window, with secrets from her knight.

“Well, that isn’t medieval,” you said and Spencer frowned at it, scanning it over and over again. Without another word, he darted out of the office, leaving both of you bewildered. “You were right, he is an odd duck,” you murmured, staring at the open door.

“Should we follow him?” Penelope asked, looking at you.

“I’ve put off my own work long enough,” you said, shaking her head and Penelope nodded, understanding.

“Thanks. For sticking around,” she said softly and you smiled at her faintly.

“Always.”

You should go home. Shower. Sleep. But Elle’s been shot and you can’t leave, not in good conscience. You hate yourself for being this sentimental, this soft but that’s what Penelope does to you. She softens you, makes you kinder, makes you laugh. If it had been you who had lost a teammate, Penelope would have been glued to your side.

So you stick around, blinking sleep out of your eyes, settled in the BAU’s kitchen with a cup of coffee and a bagel, both stale, looking for coded messages. Not for the first time, you think about where you could be. Coding for Apple, or Microsoft. Developing software in Silicon Valley. They don’t have stale bagels in Silicon Valley.

You stretched uncomfortably in your chair, gaze flitting up to the conference room, the bullpen stretched out between you and the BAU. You’re not a people person, or you weren’t before you met Penelope. You preferred the solitude of your cubicle, or you thought you had. The very virtue of your profession had left you without other female friends, and the ones you had before this job had drifted away. Counter-intelligence was by its very nature an isolating field, and Penelope was one of the few who didn’t mind your secrets. But seeing this team rally, even if Gideon had yelled at her, seeing them work together, as irritating as it had felt in the moment, filled you with a sense of loneliness. All you had was Penelope, but you weren’t the only one she had. Far from it.

That’s what prompts you to approach the older woman sitting alone in the conference room with her journal. Sitting by the window. “Hi,” you said meekly, stepping into the room, clocking the visitor’s badge on the woman’s sweater. She’s wearing a pale flowery dress, her bag sandwiched between her side and elbow. Her hair was short, like a boy’s, and blonde, and yet, something about her painfully reminds you of Spencer. Something around the eyes and the shape of her face.

“Is it lunch time yet?” she asked without looking up and you frowned, looking out the window to see the sprawl of Quantico blanketed in the dark blue of the night.

“Uh, no, not yet,” you said, sounding lame even to yourself. God, this was such a mistake.

“I'm lecturing everyone in Tristan and Iseult. They're all gathering in my room after lunch.” the woman said, looking up at you, and you offered a smile.

“Which version?” you asked, pulling up a chair as the woman gave you an impressed look.

“Malory’s. Beroul’s seemed too long to assign. You’ve read it?” she asked and you shook your head.

“Not in its entirety,” you replied somberly. “Not a lot of downtime with my job. But I know the gist of it.”

“Shame,” the woman said, letting out a sigh. “I always say, the best way to read a book is to listen to someone read it.”

That’s when Reid rushes in, relaxed until he sees you sitting in front of his mother, his temple creasing, and you raised your hand, waving it at him with a sheepish smile. “We uh, we found Rebecca,” he said, looking between you and his mom, two worlds colliding sooner than he would’ve liked. “You saved her life, Mom,” he said softly.

“Who’s Rebecca?” she asked and his smile evaporated, glancing at you for explanation but you shake you head.

“She’s not lucid,” you murmured, watching him swallow, his cheer dissipating.

“Oh,” he said quietly, blinking as he processed it, looking at Diana as she continued to write, and you stood up to leave. “Thanks,” he murmured to you as you walked off.

“I didn’t do anything,” you said, brow creasing and he looked at you with a boyishness that stops your breath.

“Thanks anyway,” he insisted and you nodded curtly.

“Elle okay?” you asked.

“She will be.” So you pat his arm and leave him with his mom, shaking off the fondness you’d started to feel for him.

[yayll]

~ a little something about Dazai and his tantrums ~

"... Hmph. I hope you crash this car and we both die."

The moody brunet mutters under his breath as he looks out of the car window, his arms crossed over his chest, refusing to look at you. He was awfully cute whenever he did this, and oh so vexing at the same time. You learned to acclimate to this very early into your relationship with him.

"What? All I said was that I was going to be driving us, Osamu!"

Your laugh is light hearted as you focus on the road ahead, dismissing his whiny behavior for another one of his... Melodramatic performances, his co-workers once called it. He finally turns to glare at you, but a wicked glint in his narrowed eyes betrays him... You can tell he's more unserious than anything. Playful, even. And besides, he would never actually be upset with you, he just can't stop thinking up schemes to make you roll your eyes at him. Your smile alone makes his thoughts impure, shame on you!

"Yeah, well... I feel dehumanized! overlooked! neglected..." He feigns offense, sighing heavily as he slouches into the passenger seat. He places a bandaged arm over his face, groaning softly but still side eyeing you to check if you're looking at him or not.

"You do that all on your own, silly."

"Excuse me? I'm expressing my grievances and you're calling me silly? Oh, so that's what this is really about. You don't love me anymore! What a cruel beauty you are..."

He gasps, now burying his face into the crook of his elbow, pretending to weep as he mumbles incoherent nonsense about how much you mistreat him. In actuality, he was giddy as hell. You park the car, and turn to face him, a coy smile flashes on your lips.

"Nobody said anything about not loving you. Now, what can I do to fix this, Mm?"

He lifts his head up, suddenly composed and shrugging his shoulders as if nothing ever happened, speaking in a matter of fact voice that somehow deepened.

"Well, definitely don't let me drive. I don't even have a license. I'd kill us in an instant."

"... Then why argue about it?!"

"Because you look so beautiful when you're yelling at me. And you make me feel alive. Anddd, because I'm bored~"

He flashes you a cheeky grin, it's dreamy and sickening. His eyes twinkle with mischief as he leans over the seat and flicks away a stray hair from your face. Dazai then taps the tip of your nose, slowly dragging his finger down to your plush bottom lip, gently flipping it over to expose your teeth. The pad of his finger gently swirls against your canines, and finally, retreats... He knows there's a time and place for his worship prodding. His eyes travel back up to yours, and you can swear they look darker than usual. If only the Port Mafia could see what became of the Demon Prodigy... A new man reborn! A man who loves!

The rest of the day is spent with you indulging Dazai, something along the lines of 'reparations' is what he calls it. Only he knows how much it means to him that you can handle him during his calculated outbursts... or rather harmless tests to prove you won't leave him at the first sign of trouble. He needs you to be in it for the longhaul, just like he is. It's deceptive, but no one has to know! He just loves you and these are simply counter measures. You'd probably call him selfish, but as long as you call him at all, he doesn't give a shit. Because in the grand scheme of things, he really can't drive, and you two are inevitably endgame.

You're the ball, and he's your chain.