#got distracted and now i need to go make the thing

[fishnapple]

Positive changes coming into your life

This is a general reading meant for multiple people. Take only what resonates and leave out the rest.

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LAPIS LAZULI

The theme is balance, your life will be much more balanced in terms of material comfort, resting and working, dream and reality. Balance means that you will learn how to adjust various areas in your life to fit each other. You will slowly understand the "rhythm" of your life, when you need to rest, when you need to focus, when you need to give, when you need to ask for what you want. During this process, you will come to get to know more about both your physical body and your spirit, giving them both equal care.

You will gain more independence, feeling like you have more control of your life than you previously thought. It might come from the stability of your surroundings, you gain more financial independence, or you will gain a new insight that helps you feel more contented with what you have, rather than seeking more and more and never feeling enough. One thing I notice is that you will focus solely on doing what's good for your growth, your decisions will be based on your gut feelings and your introspection. You will no longer feel the pull to compare yourself with others, as you follow your own heart and not be distracted by everyone around you. This period will be a tremendous growth for you.

Life will treat you fairly for your effort. Problems won't go away all at once, but you're capable of tackling them one by one. Your emotions will run high, sometimes you will feel like you're being swept along by the current of your emotions. But you will not let yourself drown in them, instead, you will surf along with them, make them into your greatest inspiration and motivation. Your mantra will be "I got this". Your inner strength will manifest outwardly. You will shed old unhealthy habits and look after your physical vessel more, being more active and flexible. A healthy heart and a healthy body will be accompanied by a fresh mind, one that can conjure up magic out of the most mundane thing.

ROSE QUARTZ

Spring is here, after a long bitter winter. A joyful time ahead. You will feel like waking up from a long slumber, sleepiness will still follow initially, life will still feel groggy, but not for long. The cold winter will finally go away, new spirit will fill your heart, and along with it, your whole body. Your steps will feel lighter, smiles will grace your face more frequently. If you've been feeling down, lost or disappointed lately, you will soon see the light peaking through new leaves. 

Your life will be much "softer". You don't need to force anything or try too hard to achieve something. You learn to feel at ease, to let yourself rest more and dream more. You don't have to walk briskly with purpose or run towards a goal, you can stroll along the streets more leisurely. Not that everything will suddenly become better or solve itself, but your attitude will change, and that's enough to make some previous problems dissipate.

If you're struggling with feeling confident and worry a lot about security, you're going to gain a new confidence boost. Maybe you will meet someone new or stumble upon a new knowledge that encourages you to take a step forward, to dare to dream bigger, be more daring. I see new acquaintances, people who are much different from you but can lift you up greatly. 

If before, pursuing what or whom you desired might seem out of reach with too many obstacles then now, you won't see those obstacles as anything of consequence anymore. You're willing to give it a try, no matter the result. And you will be rewarded for that attitude. The act of going after your dreams is exhilarating. You perceive it as a fun challenge, an experiment that you can enjoy and go at your own pace. Your energy feels both fast and languid. No frantic move, just a little bit of faith in luck and a heavy dose of romanticising that will expand your connections with the world and its people.

CARNELIAN

The theme of mental clarity will be prevalent in the upcoming period of your life. Confusion and misunderstanding will be solved quickly, or if they still linger from the past then you will gain a new understanding of them and be able to move on or find closure. You will likely gain decisive information from people around you, especially those who are close to you that will help you make decisions more easily. Prepare to speak the truth and hear the truth, no matter how unpleasant or unexpected it is. You will be more receptive to it, even when it's harsh or feel criticising, you will no longer react with hurt or too much sensitivity, because you can be detached enough to not let things go into your heart too deeply. It doesn't mean that you will be cold, on the contrary, you will be more compassionate and humble, that's the quiet power you will gain.

Unexpected events might happen around you that can alter the way you perceive the world. They might not even be related to you, you might just hear them from your friends or acquaintances, but they will open a new way of thinking for you. It's like waking up from a long slumber, you're jolted out of the sleepiness and wide awake, with a clearer mind. Don't be too alarmed if you have some arguments or debates with people, they will be great opportunities for you to sharpen your mind and exercise objective judgement. People might remark that you seem much more lively, much more assertive than before. It's just the beginning, you're slowly waking up to yourself, prioritising the vitality and jollity of your life.

TIGER'S EYE

I see fluid movements, gentle and expanding, like a person dancing. The energy inside your heart will uncoil itself and spread out gracefully. A more gentle melody will be playing for you.

This upcoming period of your life will be much more simple and straightforward. You won't concern yourself with complicated matters, heartaches or imminent catastrophes. Your focus will be on finding peace, be in it and keep enjoying life as much as possible. The energy is very soft and playful. And that's how you will overcome any hardships lurking around. 

What might have plagued your mind recently won't be so as you adopt a more carefree and spontaneous attitude. You know that nothing lasts forever, so you enjoy every moment yet also don't hold on tightly to any. The heavy burdens will be lifted from your shoulders. You need this very much. Not everything has to be about being good, being proficient, being orderly, being responsible. You will still hold yourself highly with maturity, but you don't let life's obstacles put a hiccup in the great melody that you're playing. Social life and enjoyment of beauty will be a great focus of yours. Pleasant new connections will be formed, old connections will be strengthened. 

You will find fulfilment in everyday activities. Giving and receiving will be very satisfying. You give and you will be given back in return. You will see the flow of life, the cycle of if and you will go along with it, not against it. You're active but in a quiet and accepting way. You don't need to be constantly moving, constantly striving. You let yourself rest and still, so that the working of nature can work its magic for you.

CITRINE

If you've been busy lately, having lots of things and people to take care of, or you've been feeling depleted lately, lacking the time and energy to have fun and pamper yourself, then it's about to change. You will have time to retreat into yourself, stay away from the draining influences around you for a while and have time to recenter yourself. You've been working hard, it's time to tuck yourself in cosily, have a rejuvenating rest and allow yourself to rest, to feel good. 

Life will slow down for you, not the kind of no-progress slowing down, but the kind that lets you catch your breath. The fight is over, you don't need to exert yourself all the time. Now it's time to heed the call of your heart, pull away the worries and let your energy flow into where you're called to. I see a time of discovery, of opening a new perspective. You're about to get your mind opened wide and let in many new wonders.

If you're pulled to spirituality and the occult, trust that the more you dig deeper, the more free you will feel, the more clear the road is for you. You will get intuitive messages about where to go, what to do, those messages will likely come from the sensations of your body, the involuntary reactions, like a jump of excitement, heart beating fast full of anticipation. You might wonder why you feel a strange sensation out of nowhere, or called to try out new tastes, new scents, new activities. Don't hesitate, grab hold of that sensation and honor it, you might never know what promising future it could lead you to.

AVENTURINE

You will be blessed with wise insights that allow you to move forward cautiously and strategically. You might have the tendency to act from the place of fear, defending yourself against invisible threats that endanger your stability. This survivor mentality can't protect you from harm all the time. There will be times when you have to step outside of your comfort zone and be bold and adventure forth with blind eyes. But the good news is your heart won't be blind and so is your mind. 

In the incoming period of time, you might have to face some untrustworthy words and actions that raise your doubt about the trust you placed on people. But your discernment will be wide awake during this time. This is the time of illusions shattering. You will hear clearly, see clearly and make your decisions based on facts and concrete proofs. Glibness won't be able to hide the truth from you. You stand firm in your stance and trust yourself more than ever. Your words hold wisdom and faith. You will be able to chase away trickery with humour and prudence. 

In turn, you will be rewarded with pleasant surprises. More fun adventures await you at the most unexpected times. Your light will finally have the space to shine. Don't hesitate at breaking away from old habits. You know deep within that your heart has already set its sight on a farther horizon. 

[mapis-putellas]

𝑵𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆 // 𝑨.𝑷𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒔

You hadn’t meant to walk into training like some sort of ghost from the past, but that’s exactly how it felt. Like some haunting spectre that froze the room as soon as you stepped through the doors. A few teammates gasped, a few more blinked in disbelief, and Ona -bless her heart- was already launching herself at you before anyone else could react.

You hugged her tightly, burying your face into her shoulder for a moment longer than you needed to. It had been a year. A whole year. The longest year of your life. And now you were back. Back where everything had started. Back where everything had ended.

Your return to Barça hadn’t exactly been public. You’d only told Ona, and she’d kept her mouth shut like a vault. So when you stepped into the training grounds again, it was the first any of them had seen or heard of you.

The first any of them had seen or heard of you…including her.

Alexia.

She was sitting on one of the benches, tying her boots, surrounded by a couple of the girls. But the moment your voice filtered through the room, she turned. Her head snapped up like muscle memory, like it was still second nature to her to react to you. And when she saw you, really saw you, her face froze. And for a split second, just a single heartbeat, her lips parted like she was about to say your name.

But you looked away.

You didn’t give her the satisfaction.

She didn’t deserve it.

Not after what she did.

Not after how she left.

It had been the worst pain you’d ever felt. You’d known long distance wasn’t going to be easy. You’d even expected the doubts and the late-night calls and the frustrations. But you never, not in a million years, thought she’d give up on you before the hard part even truly began.

You still remembered the phone call. Her voice, low and broken, saying she didn’t think she could do it. That maybe it was better to “pause” things. Like a three-year relationship was some Netflix series she could come back to later.

But she never came back.

Not until now. And now she looked at you like she’d forgotten she was the one who walked away.

It made your stomach churn.

You kept your head down for the rest of the session. Your touches were clean, your passes precise, and you kept your distance like your life depended on it. Because maybe it did. Maybe if she got too close, if you let her in even for a second, she’d break something else.

The first few weeks were manageable. You were polite when needed, civil in team meetings, and you absolutely refused to be caught alone with her. Ona acted as your buffer, always finding a way to sit between you or distract you with conversation whenever Alexia hovered too close.

But she was persistent.

Too persistent.

She started showing up early to training. Stayed late. Asked the coaches if she could pair up with you during drills. Always just close enough to make you uncomfortable but never outright crossing any boundaries.

It was infuriating.

One afternoon, you were sitting in the cafeteria when she slid into the seat across from you. No invitation. No warning. Just her.

You glared at her. “I’m eating.”

She shrugged. “Comes with a mouth. You can talk.”

You scoffed and went back to stabbing at your food.

She watched you for a moment, her eyes unreadable. “You look good,” she said softly. “Better.”

You didn’t even glance up. “Amazing what happens when someone stops breaking your heart.”

That shut her up for a moment.

You finished your food in silence and stood up, grabbing your tray.

“I never wanted to hurt you,” she said quietly, just as you turned to leave.

You paused.

Then you looked back over your shoulder. “And yet you did.”

She didn’t follow you that time. But she didn’t stop trying, either.

Another week passed. Then two. The team began to catch on, and whispers floated around the locker room. You could feel the stares. You could hear the questions. Some of the girls were curious. Others, protective. You could see it in the way Patri stood a little closer than usual, or the way Ingrid narrowed her eyes when Alexia got too near.

They didn’t know the details, but they knew enough. They knew she’d hurt you.

You’d never told them what really happened. You didn’t have the heart to say it aloud. That she broke things off without a fight. That she didn’t believe in the two of you enough to try.

But Ona knew.

Ona knew everything.

She cornered you in the locker room one day, arms crossed, brows furrowed. “She is miserable, you know.”

You zipped up your bag. “Not my problem.”

“She regrets it.”

“Too late.”

“She still loves you.”

You paused, your fingers curling around the strap of your bag.

Then you turned to her, your voice low. “She can love me all she wants. Doesn’t change what she did.”

Ona didn’t argue after that.

But Alexia did. Eventually, anyway.

It was late one evening after training. Most of the girls had gone home. You were still lacing up your sneakers when she walked in.

“¿Podemos hablar?” she asked softly.

You didn’t even look up. “I think you’ve said enough.”

“Por favor.”

You sighed, your shoulders slumping. “Fine. Five minutes.”

She nodded and sat beside you, her hands clenched together like she didn’t trust herself not to reach for you.

“I made a mistake,” she began, voice barely above a whisper. “I was scared. I thought… I thought distance would ruin us. That maybe it was better to end it before we started to hate each other.”

You turned to her slowly. “So instead of trusting me, trusting us, you decided it was easier to leave me?”

Her jaw tensed.

You continued. “You didn’t even try. You didn’t even give us a chance. You just gave up, Alexia.”

Her eyes shimmered. “I know. And I hate myself for it.”

You shook your head. “No, you don’t. You’re just uncomfortable with the consequences.”

That made her flinch, and you pretended your chest didn’t ache at the sight as you stood and grabbed your bag.

“You made your choice. Live with it.”

She stood too, desperate. “I never stopped loving you.”

You froze, and the words hung in the air between you like static.

She reached for your hand, gently, cautiously. “I think about you every day. I know I don’t deserve another chance, but I-“

You pulled your hand back.

“Don’t,” you whispered. “Don’t make me hope again.”

She looked like she might cry, but you couldn’t let her see yours.

So you walked away.

That night, you lay in bed staring at the ceiling, her words echoing in your head. You never stopped loving her either. That was the problem. No matter how angry you were, how much resentment you held…you still loved her.

But love wasn’t always enough. Not when trust had been shattered. Not when the person you trusted most in the world proved she didn’t trust you back.

The next morning, Alexia was quieter than usual. She didn’t hover. Didn’t try to talk to you. Just trained like she used to, focused and distant.

It should have made you feel better, but instead, it left a hole in your chest, because you weren’t sure what you wanted anymore.

All you knew was that you were tired. Tired of pretending like she hadn’t broken you. Tired of pretending like you didn’t still ache for her. Maybe one day you’d talk again. Maybe one day the wound would scab over and she’d be nothing more than a memory.

But not today.

Today, she was still the girl you loved; the girl who let you go.

And you didn’t know which hurt more.

**

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[callikari]

CHAMPAGNE COAST

before debut, you and heeseung were something quiet and unfinished. now, years later, your comeback is all anyone talks about — until a single look at a fashion event brings him back into the spotlight with you, and suddenly, the past you buried doesn’t feel so distant.

OO1. before the spotlight

the air in the hybe trainee building was thick with ambition and uncertainty. late nights spent in dimly lit practice rooms, the sound of footsteps echoing down the halls, and the hum of exhaustion that accompanied every move. but amidst the chaos, there was a certain warmth you found in heeseung.

you’d been training for a while, still a fresh face among the countless others, just trying to carve out a place for yourself. the other trainees were all competitors, some more serious than others, but heeseung… he wasn’t just any trainee. he was your best friend.

you’d met him shortly after you both joined. neither of you had been quick to trust, but there was an unspoken connection, something that made you two gravitate toward each other. while everyone else was busy trying to stand out, you and heeseung stuck together, laughing at the awkwardness of it all.

it was strange, how easy it was.

you didn’t have to be perfect with him. you didn’t need to compete or pretend to be someone else. when you two trained, it was like the world around you faded away. it was just you and him, sharing little moments of understanding without saying a word.

heeseung had that way about him — a quiet confidence that made people gravitate toward him, but when he was with you, it was just a soft, calming energy.

“hey, you’re staring again,” heeseung said one day, snapping you out of your thoughts.

you blinked and looked up, realizing you had been watching him from across the practice room. he was sitting on the floor, stretching his legs, and smiling at you.

“i wasn’t staring,” you mumbled, shifting your gaze away.

“sure, sure.” he grinned, teasing you. “you do that a lot, you know.”

you rolled your eyes, feeling a blush creep up your neck. “it’s not my fault you’re so distracting.”

heeseung laughed softly, a sound that always made your heart flutter, even now. “distracting, huh? i’ll take that as a compliment.”

he always knew how to make you laugh, even on the hardest days. whether it was a silly joke or just the way he’d look at you when you were feeling down, you never felt alone with him.

you two were inseparable.

“you know,” he said after a moment, stretching out his arms, “i think we make a pretty good team.”

you smiled at him, that familiar warmth settling in your chest. “yeah, we do.”

it wasn’t just about training. it wasn’t just about becoming idols. you two had a bond that felt unspoken but real, something you both relied on. when the pressure got too heavy, when the exhaustion started to take its toll, heeseung was always there, ready to crack a joke, share a moment, and remind you that you weren’t alone.

“so, when we debut,” he said casually, looking up at the ceiling, “you think we’ll still be friends?”

you blinked, caught off guard by the question. it was one of those rare moments when he got serious.

“of course,” you replied without hesitation. “we’re best friends, right? nothing’s going to change that.”

heeseung smiled at you, a soft, genuine smile. “yeah. best friends.”

you didn’t know it then, but that was the moment things began to shift. there was something in the air, something unspoken, that hinted at the future — a future neither of you were ready for. but for now, all you had was the present, and that was enough.

the world of idols, the competition, the fame — it all felt so distant in that quiet, simple moment. it was just you and heeseung, the only constants in a world that was constantly changing.

and maybe that was all you needed.

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[ofeliaxoxo]

ok this is a silly one just written there quickly...the opening of a crackfic basically. @princesslich inspired by your beautiful paul mescal fuckboy reply guy visions im so passionate about them

He finds out by accident. Which is even weirder. What if he hadn’t? He’d never have known about it, what was going on behind his back.

He finds out because Carlos, distracted, doesn’t lock his phone when Charles comes up next to him to say hello, just drops it down on the table, so Charles can’t help but notice it, the chat open with Paul Famous Movie Star, the text, I’ll be around next week. The selfie, above that. Of Paul Famous Movie Star. It’s not the type of picture you send to the guy you met a couple of times to sell a movie. It’s not the type of picture you send to a man.

Charles, maybe, should have responded differently, but it’s like being hit by a train. Those old cartoons, where little animals get flattened by anvils. Charles is some sort of raccoon being battered by a hammer. So he isn’t in control of what’s happening when he opens his mouth and goes, far too loudly - people actually turn and look - “oh no, Carlos, fuck, oh my god.”

Carlos is frozen, caught, turns off his phone but the damage is done. Charles isn’t done.

“What the fuck? No! Jesus Christ, what the hell, Carlos.”

Carlos drops his head into his hands.

“Can you shut up, Charles, please. Please be quiet.”

“Can I - you are, no, what the hell, Carlos, what - why?”

“Please. I am begging you.”

Charles shuts up at that, drops heavily into the seat next to him, which has a coat draped over it. They could come back any minute. Charles doesn’t want to have to speak to Carlos’s father right now.

“You have to explain,” he manages to be quieter this time. His teeth are buzzing.

“I think you have understood.”

Carlos has his arms folded, eyes on the table in front of him. His nails are digging into the skin of his arms, where he’s squeezing too tightly, gripping so hard, staying so still.

“No, I - it’s ok, I have just got a shock. I don’t,” hard to say it though, hard to make it sound right, because he does, “I don’t mind.”

“No?” Carlos looks at Charles for the first time so far.

“No,” it gets caught on the way out. He doesn’t - it isn’t that. Gay people are fine. But not when it’s Carlos, with Paul bloody Mescal. That isn’t supposed to happen. 

“Really?”

Yes, Charles will say, of course it is fine. We are still all equals. These things are ok. I still see you the same as before.

“But why Paul?” he can’t help it, he just can’t. He needs to know. “I did not think you were so close.”

Carlos cringes, rubs a hand over his face. 

“We are not super close, mate,” he says into his palm.

“But you -”

“Yes.”

Charles is going red, he’s sure of it. The heat is smarting in his face. He needs to leave. He will get up and leave.

“How -”

“No, no, enough, please.”

Another text comes through, lights up the screen. Paul again. Carlos doesn’t pick up his phone.

“Are you going to answer him?”

Big sigh, like Charles is the one presenting challenges.

“Not right now.”

There’s no way this is happening. Since when? It’s not fair, to do this and not to tell him. Now Charles feels like an idiot. Were they laughing at him, waiting to be alone, every time? But the three of them were only together a couple of times, never in places that Carlos could have - 

How did they find out? How did they start?

“So you will just ignore him?”

“I am not ignoring him, I am waiting. It’s none of your business, mate.”

Carlos is only pretending to be casual. Charles knows what he looks like when he’s unworried and this isn’t it. There’s tension running through him, keeping him stiff and unwilling to share.

Would he ever have told Charles? Will he not tell him anything else? Surely he understands that he needs to explain at least a little bit, can’t just keep fucking Paul Mescal and saying nothing about it. That wouldn’t make any sense.

“Charles, hello!” 

Teto in the distance. Fuck. Charles scrambles to stand up, thwacks his knee off the underside of the table in his hurry. His stomach is twisting, the jolt of the surprise making it weird. He should have had a smaller breakfast.

[sandwitchstories]

The Festival Of Dolls

Welcome back to another adventure in Mouse's Mini-verse! This time the family goes on an outing to the Hinamatsuri Festival !

If you prefer to read it on AO3 click here !

WC: 2600+

Summary: It is the day of the Hinamatsuri Festival, also known as Girls Day. Mouse is excited for food, Sukuna is craving sake, Monkey is watching everything and you're just trying to go with the flow. AKA a fun family day at a spring festival.

AN: To anyone new to my Daddy Duty series- Mouse is Sukuna's two year old daughter. Welcome to Mouse's Mini-verse!

CW: Reader called Mama but not described, family fluff, toddler in the wild, suggestive ending with 'grown up time' a bit more than implied

A/N: We are going to pretend that I did not write about traditions that were started hundreds of years post Heian era… Suspension of disbelief activate!

Heart divider by @strangergraphics All other graphics by me

“Where are we going, Papa?” Mouse asked as she walked holding her father’s pinky. 

You couldn’t help but smile at the sight of them from behind. Your husband, 7’3”, shoulders almost as broad, 4 arms, mountain of a man walking with a pink hair little pixie dressed in an equally pink kimono and pink kutsu shoes, holding his little finger with her whole fist, skipping beside him. 

She looked up at the man they called a monster like he hung to sun and moon. Like her Papa made the very stars themselves. Such a Papa’s Girl.

“We are going to a Hinamatsuri festival,” he answered.

“But what it for?” Mouse asked, curious as ever. 

“It’s a festival to celebrate girls. This is the festival that will have kyoto-bina like the ones you got when you were born,” you further explained.

“You will not touch these ones either, Mouse,” Sukuna looked down at her with one of the eyes on the side of his face.

“I promise, Papa!” she gave a cheesy grin up at him. She looked behind and gave you the same grin. “Make sure Monkey knows not to touch it too, okay Mama?”

“Monkey, no touching anything,” you said, glancing down at the baby in a wrap on your chest. 

He gave you a drooly grin. You smiled as you wiped his chubby little face. He definitely had his father’s features, including having 4 eyes (minus the bone deformation), but he had your hair and eye color. 

You knew it was traditional to wear the baby on your back, but you felt better with him on your front. You were already used to people staring and gawking, so what was one more thing for them to look at if it was what made you feel comfortable? Besides, if he was on your back, you would miss out on the cute little faces he made as he discovered the world around him. 

“Papa, what we do at the Hina-mad-sushi party?” Mouse paused to pick up a rock.

“It’s Hinamatsuri Festival. No more rocks, Mouse. That’s your 10th today,” Sukuna said with exasperation.

“But Papa, look!” she excitedly pointed out another rock and started to try to drag him towards it.

Sukuna let go of her hand and caught the back of her kimono as she instantly tried to flee, lifting her up into his arms. “We will see Momo in their first bloom and I will enjoy sake.” 

“Why I no get sake?” Mouse asked, cocking her head slightly to the side.

“Because little girls cannot have alcohol.”

“But it girls day?” she replied, pressing her lips together as she looked into her father’s face.

“You’ll get plenty of sweets and treats,” you chimed in, distracting her from talk of sake. 

Mouse squealed happily and hugged Sukuna’s neck before sitting back on his arm to grab his face in her hands. “Papa!”

“What now, Mouse?” You could tell he was dreading whatever the next question would be, but he held her gaze.

“What we gonna eat first?” 

Sukuna grinned from ear to ear. “I think we shall start with hichigir i and then hishimoch i.”

“I want Sakura mochi!” Mouse cheered, throwing her hands in the air excitedly. 

“We need to find some hina arare for Monkey too,” you reminded them.

Sukuna slowed slightly and shifted Mouse to his upper arm. He reached out the hand on his lower arm to tangle his fingers with yours. He glanced down at you with a soft gaze. “And ichigo daifuku for my precious one.”

The whole town was stunning in appearance as it came alive for the festival. Buildings were decorated in vibrant colors and there were delicious foods as far as the eyes could see. Mouse and Sukuna wasted not even a second before diving into the food options and eating their fill. You happily ate your ichigo daifuku and tried bites of everything they excitedly described to you and offered while Monkey slept against your chest.

After enjoying the food selections, Sukuna stated he needed to acquire something while you were in town. Knowing Mouse as you do, you knew that standing in place for any amount of time was akin to torture for your daughter. Not wanting to deal with a melt down in public, you looked around and found your destination.

Before you began walking, you adjusted the now awake and aware Monkey so that he was upright and could look around. Mouse and you both giggled at how all 4 of his eyes became as large as kozara as he took in the colors and people. It was sometimes startling just how intelligent his gaze was. He turned back and looked at you, cocking his head to the side for a moment and then giving you a giant drooly smile, placing an equally drool covered hand on your cheek.

“Thanks, Monkey,” you  shook your head with a laugh, using a hankie you had tucked away to wipe your face.

“Him licked you with his hand!” Mouse giggled.

“That is definitely an interesting interpretation of what just happened.” Mouse came up with the most random things, never failing to make you smile.

“Can I do that to Papa?” she asked, taking your hand as you began to move. 

“I would not recommend it.”

“What about Urau-rau?”

“Not if you want to live to see another day,” you snorted softly in amusement. Not even Sukuna would be able to stop Uraume in that situation. “Let’s go with not doing it to anyone.”

“Boooooring,” Mouse huffed and pretended to deflate. You really appreciated her father teaching her that word. Not.

You walked over to where the hinadan was set up, filled to the brim with beautiful, handcrafted Hina dolls. You and Mouse spent a good amount of time pointing out to each other different sets of dolls that caught your eyes while Monkey babbled and played with your hair.

Sukuna returned to your side, smirking when he saw Monkey was up. Monkey laughed happily when he saw his Papa and then hid his face in your chest like he was shy. Mouse, as per usual went running to Sukuna as fast as she could, laughing freely with her head thrown back as Sukuna caught her and put her on his shoulder.

“Papa made me big like him!” Mouse said, hugging Sukuna’s head. “Papa! Take us to the pretty flowers now, please and thank you!”

“Why should I?” he asked, turning his head slightly and the two eyes on deformed side of his face shifting up to look at her.

“Because it’s Girls Day. That means you have to listen to me,” she stated, ignoring his glare and pointing towards the bright flowers. “That way, Papa! Please and thank you!”

“Watch it, brat. I haven’t eaten in a long time,” he warned. 

Your shoulders shook as you suppressed laughter as Sukuna headed in the direction Mouse had pointed. You followed behind listening to them go back and forth with a smile on your face. It only took about 10 feet for Sukuna to realize you were not trying to catch up. With an annoyed huff and an almost offended look on his face, he reached out his hand for yours and interlocked your fingers before he started walking again. 

You were well aware that Sukuna would rather have his nose hairs ripped out individually than admit that holding your hand was as much for himself as it was for you. You did not protest his hold at all. You loved the simple act of holding his hand and it would be unfitting to have the King of Curses walking around pouting. 

Your heart fluttered once again at the wonderful feeling of knowing that your husband needed and craved your touch just as badly and constantly as you did his. You gave his hand a squeeze and smiled up at him as you began to keep pace with him.

The orchard filled with blossoming peach trees was a breathtaking sight. The bright pink and white blossoms covered the branches of trees as far as the eye could see. The sky and clear blue sky were the perfect backdrop. It was peaceful. Serene. Not unlike the garden at your home. Maybe you could convince Sukuna to let you plant some of these

You looked up at Sukuna and smiled as he put a fallen blossom behind Mouse’s ear, making her giggle and hug his head again. Another blossom fell and Mouse managed to catch it in her hands. She giggled and pointed at you. “Papa, Mama needs one! This one! Put it in her hair too, please and thank you!”

You chuckled as he gave a dejected sigh and did as she said. But the gentleness in his eyes and the way he brushed his thumb over your cheek before he cupped it showed just how wholly it was drivel. He was just as madly in love as you were, even after all these years, and you knee it. He looked at your lips and softly said your name followed by the word, “Beautiful.”

“You better knock it off. We are in public and with our children,” you said, blushing. 

“I think it’s time we left,” he smirked at you, his eyes had a heat in them as he looked at your lips again. 

As if on queue, Mouse let out a loud yawn and leaned against her father’s head, wrapping her arms around his throat. Though still awake you could hear the tired whine setting into her voice. “I not ready to go.. I just rest here, please and thank you, Papa?”

Sukuna pulled her off his shoulder, ignoring the noise of protest she made so he could hold her in his arms more easily if she fell asleep. “It’s time to head home, Mouse. We’ve got a long walk to go.”

“I too tired, Papa. My feet will fall off. Let's just stay here, please and thank you, Papa,” Mouse tried a different angle, cuddling into the warmth and strength of her father and looking up at him with giant pleading eyes.

“If your feet fall off… Does that mean I can eat them?” Sukuna flashed his sharp teeth and tickled her leg with his long nails.

“No, Papa! Don’t eat my toes!” Mouse giggled, kicking her feet. She fisted the material of his kimono in her hands and buried her face in it. 

You couldn’t help but be amused at the horrified looks of the judgemental peasants standing within hearing range of you all. They knew who Sukuna was, and the fools were unsure if it was a joke or a threat. Which was honestly fair with your husband’s history, diet and proclivities. 

The judgement and staring had started the moment you all arrived and you were well aware that their narrowed gazes would trail after you until your forms disappeared from their line of sight. After several years with Sukuna, their whispers no longer sounded like screams. Now it sounded more akin to bugs buzzing in the summer heat. A truly fitting analogy for the gossiping gussies.

The moon was high in the sky but the time Mouse and Monkey were both asleep. Tuna, as per usual, crashed out with them held hostage in Mouse’s arms. Uraume doing whatever it was Uraume did. You and Sukuna went to sit on the engawa for a few moments alone. He set aside his tea and pulled you closer to him so he could wrap his arms around you. Another hand turned up your chin and he kissed you several times before pulling away. 

You pouted at his retreat until he pulled a package out from the hidden pocket inside his black haori. You cocked your head to the side as he set it in your hands. “What’s this?”

“If you open it you will answer your own question, precious one,” he said in a teasing tone, kissing your cheek before leaning backwards and resting on the palms of his bottom two hands. 

With a bemused look on your face you carefully unwrapped the package. Your jaw fell open and your eyes filled with tears. Sukuna was truly such a thoughtful person to those he loved…

You had smiled as you placed the Hina dolls Sukuna had bought for Mouse on the hindan. Their beautiful and ornately embroidered clothing was unlike anything you had ever seen.. “These are perfect. Mouse is going to love them. I only wish I had my own to add here with hers like many families do.”

“Did you never have them?” Sukuna had asked, learning against the wall, arms crossed and watching you.

“I did. The empress was adorned in greens and  black with a beautiful silver Fengguan while the emperor was the opposite with a silver Ritsuiōkan to match his wife,” you remembered fondly. “The night they killed my parents and burned my home to the ground my dolls were destroyed. I am glad we will never allow something like this to happen to our Mouse.”

The dolls in your hand were so similar to the ones you had had in your youth, but honestly they were even more beautiful and more ornate. They were truly stunning. The empress’s Jūnihitoe was rich shades of green while her kimono and hakama were black. She had a beautiful silver fengguan with several small black and green stones in it. The emperor’s ikkan sokutai was a rich green with black designs embroidered on it like a pattern and a Ritsuiōkanthat matched his wife’s.

Sukuna’s thoughtfulness once again had your heart going into overdrive. You set the dolls aside, giving him a little grin before launching yourself at him, catching him off guard and managing to take him down. You grinned as he laid flat against the engawa on his back beneath you as you sat now straddling his hips. You leaned over and nipped at his bottom lip.

His large hands moved to your hips, pressing you down against him. He gave you a lazy, cocky grin. “I take it I did well?”

You looked down at him, one hand braced on his broad, muscular chest. The other hand reached up and removed the comb from your hair, letting it fall down freely around you. You placed that hand on his chest as when you finished and sucked in your lower lip. You leaned down and ghosted a kiss across his lips before nipping and pulling at his bottom lip again. You felt his hands gripping you firmer as they moved further back to grope your rear. 

You pressed a kiss to the shell of his ear. “What do you think?”

In less time than it took to blink, you found yourself now flat on your back staring up into your husband’s handsome face. His hands moved to the belt on his robe as he took you in, sliding it off his shoulders as you took your time blatantly checking him out. He still wore his hakama pants, but your hands eagerly and greedily reached out to touch his tanned, contoured flesh. 

“I think I did well,” he said, leaning lower. His mouth went straight to your throat, mouthing up the column of your neck and sucking marks into your flesh as he went until he reached your ear. He nipped and tugged at the bottom lobe, enjoying the small noise you couldn’t hold back. 

“But I am not finished yet, far from it. I’ve got something else to give to you too, precious one. So just sit back…” His mouth moved to your neck and you felt his teeth drag down your skin. “Just sit back, my precious one, and relax. Just take what I give you.”

And that was exactly what you did.

[huggybug]

red flags - ryan leonard

word count: 4.0 words

note: oh hi, remember me?? it’s been a minute but i’m back! my first time writing in a LONG time so go easy on me <3 manifesting big things for the caps with this one🙂‍↕️

One week.

It had been a week since you watched your boyfriend lose to Denver in the Frozen Four. Well, he was your boyfriend. As of 6 days ago, he was your ex.

You weren’t surprised when Ryan texted you the morning after the game. He had returned to Boston the night before but you were already asleep so waking up to a text from Ryan reading ‘I need to focus on hockey right now. I’m sorry’

You didn’t even bother with a response. It wasn’t necessarily a complete surprise but you also weren’t thrilled. Ryan knew he was moving on to the NHL after this season, it was more a matter of when that would happen. And while you figured long distance might be a bit of a strain, you hadn’t expected your relationship to be ended through a text on a random Monday morning.

Over the past two years, you were known among your friends to have a tumultuous relationship. You were both easily jealous and it caused constant fights. It was never the same thing, it would go back and forth and neither of you were one to back down from a fight. You had to admit it was toxic but despite knowing that, you’d be right back with him within the week every time.

They were playing Michigan State and were there for the whole weekend. You had watched his game in your dorm and as Ryan scored his first goal of the season. When the game ended in a 4-3 loss, you sent your boyfriend a text congratulating him on the goal and condolences on the loss. He only heart reacted to the message but you chalked it up to the loss and let it slide. Ryan usually will call you after a game but you didn’t expect anything after that so you put your phone away and went to sleep.

A couple hours later, you woke up to your phone buzzing and open it to see text after text from a friend from high school who just so happened to go to Michigan State. ‘Isn’t this your boyfriend??’ Followed by a blurry photo of guy standing at a bar. You have to zoom in to see the girl who’s trapped between his arms, facing him with her back to said bar. You sit up in bed, flicking through the other photos your friend sent. One of Ryan bending down to hear whatever the girl is saying, one with him tipping his head back in laughter, and finally one where he’s leaning in for what looks like a kiss. While they’re not actually kissing, it’s not hard to assume that’s what’s about to happen.

Your heart is pounding against your chest as you try to figure out what to do. It’s not like you can do much. Ryan’s 12 hours away, making out with a mystery Michigan woman while you’re stuck in your dorm. You quickly answered your friend before switching over to your thread with Ryan. Staring at the message he’d basically ignored from four hours earlier, you’re hitting the call button before you even register it.

“Y/n?” You can barely hear him when he answers but then it gets quieter so you assume he’s stepped outside of whatever bar they’re at. “What’s going on?”

You’re at a loss for words. After a minute of silence, you realize you have nothing to say to him so you hang up. Instead, you copy the photos you were sent and send them to him. Then, you shut your phone off and go back to sleep.

When the team got back to campus the following day, Ryan beelined it to your dorm and when you opened your door to him with lunch from your favourite place and a bouquet of pink tulips, begging for your forgiveness, of course you let him in.

You weren’t sure if you wanted it to stick this time. The past two years had been building up to the excitement of Ryan making to the NHL and you feel like you’d been a small part in that journey so not getting to experience it with him was a little disappointing. However, if that’s what was better for him, so be it. You decided to distract yourself the way you knew best, partying.

Your friends made it their mission to not let you stay home when there was opportunity to go out. You went to bars, frat parties, you name it. And if Ryan happened to see you through peoples stories or posts on social media, that just made it all the better.

Ryan made his NHL debut on the Tuesday and you didn’t watch. You went to a friends house for a games night. He scored his first goal on Friday night, you were at a frat party. The Capitals clinched their playoff spot on the following Tuesday while you were at your favourite bar to watch the Bruins game with your friends.

It had been 8 days since you last spoke to him when the text came through.

Can you be here on the 20th?

You had to check the name three times before you believed it. Ryan Leonard.

You didn’t answer at first, not exactly knowing what to do. Then your phone started to ring. You slid your phone off the table and excused yourself from your friends. Stepping outside of the restaurant, you took a breath before sliding to answer.

“What do you want Ryan?” You answered with an attitude.

“Did you see my text?” He puffed out quickly.

“Yes” You sighed, “Again, what do you want?” You weren’t exactly upset but you were frustrated.

“Well the girls were asking when you’d be able to get here because I guess they want some group picture in the outfits…” Ryan trailed off and left you confused.

“What girls?” You felt like this was a practical joke being played on you. There was not a single hint of your understanding in what he was talking about.

“The fucking wives Y/n. What do you mean what girls?” Ryan huffed and you almost laughed at the fact that he sounded so put out by your confusion.

“Ryan what the fuck are you talking about?”

“The jackets Y/n. They ordered them and now they want to know when you’ll be here to get yours” That made your head spin. First of all, how did they know to order one for Ryan and also why was he now expecting you to come collect it.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Y/n. Just answer the question” He was getting mad but you didn’t care.

“No Ryan, tell me what the hell is going on. Did I just imagine you breaking up with me in a text last week? Are you really coming back and pretending nothing happened? You can’t blame me for being confused right now”

“Look, I shouldn’t have blown you off like that, I’m sorry. I was stressed about leaving and I know that’s not an excuse but I promise I’ll be better. I just need you here for playoffs, please baby” You took a deep breath, taking it in. He sounded sincere but Ryan always had a knack for that. You never doubted his sincerity and usually that led to your own demise.

“If I get you a flight on the 20th, can you be here?” He asked after a moment had gone by without you saying anything. You can't believe the words until they're spewing out of your mouth.

“Fine. Send me the ticket” You said quickly before hanging up the phone, dropping your head and wondering why the hell you just agreed to that.

…

As soon as you stepped out of the doors at Dulles International Airport, your eyes locked on Ryan. He was leaning against what you would imagine was his rental car, a sleek black Range Rover, with a huge bouquet of pink flowers in hand. One thing about Ryan is while he knows how to cause a fight, he sure as hell knows how to fix one.

“Hi baby” He immediately pulls you into his arms and you melt right into him. “I’m so sorry, I missed you, I love you so much”

You take a step back and accept the flowers as he takes care of your luggage. “Missed you too Ry”

Last summer you went to see Ryan when he was staying at his family’s house on the Cape with a few of the guys on the team. Ryan promised you a week of drinking, going out on his boat, and hanging around with friends and you were excited. That was until you spent the first two days in the house alone while all the boys went golfing. You could have gone with them but when Will had been the one to ask you to come instead of your boyfriend, you opted to stay back and sulk.

When Ryan came home from golfing the second day, you were in a bad mood and he was the perfect target to take it out on.

"Hey babe, we're going to go out for dinner, you almost ready?" Ryan asked as he walked into your shared bedroom for the week.

"Oh I'm invited?" You scoffed and he paused, shirt halfway over his head, turning to look at you.

"What are you talking about? Of course you are" Ryan tosses his shirt onto the floor near the laundry hamper.

"Well you haven't exactly cared to have me around so far, how am I supposed to know tonight's different" You huff and you can hear Ryan sigh as he turns to head into the bathroom.

"I'm not doing this right now. Come or don't, I don't give a shit" Ryan rolls his eyes, clearly frustrated with you but you continue to push at him.

"You invite me here and for what Ryan? To have me wait around for you while you're out with your buddies? Great way for me to spend my time"

"God forbid I go golfing with the boys" He holds his hands up in surrender, mocking you.

"You know it's not just that Ryan" He had barely spoken to you over the past couple days, coming home after dinner at the club last night and leaving this morning before you woke up.

"You're acting ridiculous right now, I'm going to shower. Either be ready when I'm done or stay home" He flings the door shut behind him and you're left alone in the bedroom once again.

Needing some fresh air, you head to the backyard but stop in your tracks when you run into Will as you're stepping outside. "Hey, are you okay?" You laugh dryly, knowing that the look on your face is answering his question itself. "Leno's an idiot, I'm sure he didn't mean whatever he said" The fact that he knew that you two were fighting without you having to say anything spoke volumes about your relationship. Sometimes you thought about what your friends or family members think about your relationship. How many more times your best friend will let you crash at her place at 2 am after Ryan had ran you out of his dorm, when you’re crying on her couch and she has to reassure you everything is going to be okay. You think about how much time and energy this relationship takes from you yet you still decide to go back each time.

"You know I love you Will but if you're just going to defend him, I really don't want to hear it" You brush past him and move to the edge of the deck, looking out at the water and taking a few breaths.

“Look, you know I love you both but give him a chance to apologize for whatever it is, you know he will, he always does” Will says and hesitates for a moment, “You guys always figure it out, this time won’t be any different” You hear the door to the house open and close again behind him.

“That’s the problem though, isn’t it?” You mumble to yourself. You let Will’s words sit with you for a moment before heading back up to your room where Ryan is just finishing getting ready.

“You’re not ready?” He asks through the mirror as he fusses with his hair.

“I was just talking to Will and-” He abruptly cuts you off.

“Oh? Fucking around with Smitty now are we?” He asks and you’re frozen in your spot, jaw hanging at his insinuation. While he had had his moments, you were not a cheater.

“Stop talking out of your ass you know that’s not true” You roll your eyes, almost mad at yourself that you had come back up here to make up with him.

“Wouldn’t put it past you”

“You know what? Fuck you. I’m done” Grabbing your bag from the closet, you start throwing your things in, collecting whatever you can find of your stuff before moving onto the bathroom.

“Oh you’re gonna run away now?” He wasn’t even looking at you, he was on his phone and that only made you more angry.

“Yeah I am because I’m so over your shit. You act like a child and I’m not putting up with it anymore”

Once you’re in the car, it’s like nothing even happened. Ryan spends the whole time talking about the team and how great everyone’s been at helping him out. He explains how he’s living with one of the guys and it’s been nothing short of a dream. Pulling up to the house, it’s absolutely gorgeous. Ryan gets your bags out and is up to the door before you can even process it. He introduces you to his teammate and his girlfriend, Maddie before ushering you towards his room, leaving your bags by the closet doors. You wait until he’s finished fiddling around with things before you burst the bubble of happiness he’s created.

“Ryan, why am I here?” He sets the puck down that he had picked up to show you, his first goal puck you’re assuming, and turns to look at you.

It’s the first time you’ve really gotten to look at him, to take it all in. He looks tired. His usual bright blue eyes are dimmed and are matching with the dark bags under his eyes. His shoulders are slightly hunched like he’s holding more weight on them since you’d last seen him.

“I needed you” He says simply. It’s quiet but you can hear the hesitation in his voice. He takes a deep breath before continuing, “I fucked up leaving you like that, I know. I thought it would be for the best but I think I forgot how much I fucking need you in my life”

You don’t know what to say to that so instead you close the distance between the two of you and pull him down for a kiss. This is how it always goes with you two and well, who were you to ruin the cycle.

…

Capital One Arena was absolutely electric for the Captials’ first playoff game. You follow close behind Maddie, the only girlfriend on the team that you know however you’re all in a group. 20 girls in matching jackets charging through the arena and you’ve never felt more out of place. The girls are all talking to each other and while they all introduced themselves when Maddie introduced you to the group, you had been left out of the conversation ever since. You didn’t blame them though, they’ve all spent the year together, their husbands or boyfriends were all friends and you were just a random 20 year old following them around. At least back at BC, all the girls were so similar it was easy to hang out as a group.

You tried to keep up the facade of being Ryan’s girlfriend. It wasn’t a total lie of course, but the reality of your relationship seemed too intricate to explain to the group of women you had just met. You spoke when you were spoken to but aside from that, you kept to yourself which nobody seemed to mind.

“So Y/n, this is your first time here? You didn’t come for Ryan’s debut?” One of the girls asks and you smile sheepishly.

“I couldn’t make it because of school” You lie, “I couldn’t miss this though” That part was more true.

Then, the lights dimmed and the conversation was dropped, everyone’s attention turning to the ice where the team was coming out of the tunnel as the crowd roared.

You spotted Ryan as soon as he stepped onto the ice. This is what you were comfortable with. Watching Ryan’s games over the past couple years became one of your favourite memories, you loved watching him excel in his passion and a wave of pride rolled over you as the in-arena announcer said his name, prompting the crowd to get even louder.

The game eventually got started and you watched intently as you toyed with the sleeve of your jacket. The jacket with the 9 patches on the sleeves, Leonard stitched into the collar. It made you feel a certain type of way, it was like Ryan had accepted you into this part of his life. Like by giving you this jacket, he had decided you weren’t going to be a part of his college life, you were going to last longer than that. You’d assume that after two years you wouldn’t need a silly jacket to tell you that but Ryan always kept you guessing.

The game ended up going to overtime but luckily the Capitals pulled off the win. The girls celebrated with the rest of the fans before heading down to the family room. You of course just followed along, not knowing where to go and suddenly very grateful you had a group of people with you so you didn’t have to figure it out yourself. The family room was pretty full once everyone was there, some kids running around while the younger ones were falling asleep on the couches. Guys trickled out one by one from the big double doors at one end of the room, which you assumed led to the locker room. You waited for probably 30 minutes before Ryan emerged, wide smile on his face and eyes searching for you in the small crowd that was left.

“Congrats on the win” You say as he hugs you tightly, pulling you close.

“Thanks for being here baby” He says quietly and you smile, squeezing him even tighter.

It was the moments like this that made you forget all the red flags. Ryan was the sweetest, most loving guy most of the time. The not so great moments, those were only a fraction of what you experienced with him. You went easily as he slung his arm around your shoulders and started walking you out to his car.

…

Game two was here and it feels like the energy had multiplied from last game. You went out with the girls before and surprisingly, you felt more at ease. As you all headed to the arena, you found yourself thinking that you could get used to this.

This game wasn't nearly as close as the last one but the fans fed into the excitement and you cheered as the Capitals won again, going 2-0 in the series. It was the best possible outcome and you knew Ryan would be excited. The team was all happy with the wins but most, if not all of them, have experienced it before. Ryan wasn't new to playoff hockey but the Stanley Cup Playoffs were a whole thing entirely, or so he told you.

The night went similarly to last time, you waited for him in the family room and once he finally emerged, you walked hand in hand to his car.

"So you leave tomorrow?" You ask him once you're out of the parking garage.

"Yeah in the afternoon I think" He pauses, trying to remember the schedule that they had just gone over in their meeting. "There's probably a flight to Boston in the morning" You nodded, sinking back into your seat. Of course you had to go back. You had school and there was no reason for you to stay here while Ryan was in Montreal.

"I should pack then" You say more to yourself than to him.

"You didn't expect to stay here did you?" He asked and the question hit you like a knife in the chest. You were at a loss for words for a moment, feeling stupid for ever expecting anything different from him.

"So is this it then?" You decide to ignore his question and ask one of your own instead.

"What?" He looks over at you with wide eyes.

"Well I'd rather get it out of the way rather than land in Boston to another text from you" You say coldly, staring straight ahead at the road in front of you.

"Y/n... I said I was sorry for. that" He replied, a hint of desperation in his voice.

"I just don't know if I can trust you to not do it again" You don't want to start a fight but you had to ask.

"Are you serious?"

"Look at our track record Ry, and it's not just you. Trust me, I know I've caused a lot of it too. We just can't seem to figure it out"

"I have figured it out. I need you Y/n. I need you in my life, in Washington. I don't know how you got the idea that I don't but we can figure it out, I know we can" He flicked the turn signal on a little more aggressively than necessary, his frustration ringing out.

"Why can't you see it Ryan? You shouldn't need me here. You should want me" You sigh, "And you don't, that's the problem" Ryan's number one priority was Ryan and right after that it was hockey. You didn't fault him for it but with that being said, it just didn't seem like there was a space for you in his life right now.

"No- I can't-" He had pulled into the driveway now and turned as much as he could to face you in the car. "I'm sorry, just tell me what to do"

"Look, we both have our shit we need to figure out. We break up and we make up but nothing ever changes. Just cause we want it to work doesn't mean it should, some things just aren't meant to be"

...

You watched the airport get smaller as the plane pulled away and you felt it deep in your chest. You were leaving a part of you behind in Washington. He was going to get on a plane himself and you hated that he would probably be laughing and joking around with his teammates while you're by yourself, pressed against the window.

When Ryan dropped you off this morning, walking away from him was the hardest thing you have ever done. It wasn't the first time but it did feel like the last time. In your previous break ups, it typically was a result from a fight. It was immature and silly but that's what made you fall right back into it days later. This time, it was stemmed from a more mature place, you had a conversation and while it wasn't necessarily what either of you wanted, but it was what was needed.

However, that didn't mean the door was closed forever. And if he messaged you when they made it to the finals, asking if you could come back to the city for the series, part of you knew you'd be looking for flights before you even finished reading the text.

[abusivelittlebunny]

Max and Carlos only being separated because of there mother/father in law is so funny, like I just know Carlos’s dad hated max because he taught omegas at such a young age would only cause trouble,that max would take his money like a gold digger and leave. And Carlos’s mother disliked max, when they had a short alone time, she asked max to do her house work to see if max was fit for Carlos, but obviously she made everything harder for him. At the end, Carlos’s parents convinced him to end it with max. But they haven’t seen the end of it.

Then there was Charles, when Charles first came over, Carlos’s parents immediately loved him, because Charles looked so innocent, but they didn’t know that he was a little minx..

I just know Carlos sr now regrets not allowing Carlos to just only marry max so Carlos stayed happy and didn’t go around getting everyone pregnant.

Interesting take but it's actually the reverse in my au; Carlos' parents would have been accepting of their relationship if not for Jos' strict forbidding of Max getting into any sort of relationship especially with someone who he should view as his rival; he taught him not to trust any alpha aside from him because his father knows best. I'll not detail how Jos went above and beyond to possess his omega son in every possible way, but Max's life under him was extremely restricted and the few occasions he could sneak away to Carlos' family they always made sure to make him feel welcome.

Carlos Sr may have... Liked what he saw a little too much but Max regarded his overly familiar touches as the sort of gentle fatherly affection he never received before so he had zero complaints about Carlos' family. It was hard to complain though when your own father wakes you at 4 am to get back to training and after school you're straight off to training more and if you're caught slacking the punishment could be severe. And if you're caught looking at Carlos a little too long or blushing when your hands touch you'll get degraded to bits. And if you try to argue back... Might as well already take off his father's belt in the same breath.

Sr does try to give them their safe space but he also warns Carlos every time that he should not be messing around with Jos' son but find himself an omega with a less territorial father because he's only going to hurt them both if they keep up their love affair. This sort of warning talk can be quite harsh at times and him and Carlos fight a lot about it but they always make up after; Carlos knows his father is just looking out for him and that's why he's saying these things. How absolutely right Sr is only comes to light a bit later, but even he couldn't predict just how severe the hurt would be. He's there to console his son after but he has a major "told you so" talk with him as well.

Sr endorses Carlos moving on after the traumatic end to their relationship and that's why he welcomed Lando with open arms even when Carlos was still not ready, his heart still tied to Max too strong, and Lando wasn't mature enough to understand his depression and regarded it as his own fault for not making Carlos happier, which made him extremely insecure. Sr kept pushing Lando towards Carlos to just try harder, eager to get his son out of his melancholy and focus but that only came true when Charles started distracting him from his woes.

Charles was so determined and full of confidence, knowing what he wanted and was ready to work and get it, both on track and when it came to seducing Carlos. Sr was honestly impressed by the spell Charles was able to put on Carlos, making him hyperfixated on the omega in a completely different way he was fixated on max but it brought him to this sort of competitive mindset that catapulted his son to perform to his fullest potential to try to win Charles over, not that it was needed, but they just wanted to conquer each other so much.

It helped that Charles was an incredible beauty that Sr also got fond of Charles; he could be such a vision on and off track Sr had a hard time keeping his hands to himself and with him there was no possessive father to worry about either. And Charles was a coy thing, he knew exactly how to act to charm Carlos' family to the fullest, and even when Sr saw right through it, he had to give it to him, the omega was talented enough that he damn well earned his spot in their family tree. And he doesn't have this opinion of most of Carlos' omegas ... Of course he can be swayed in a variety of ways ...

[existence-is-a-pain87]

For the self aware DW thing, imagine if y/ns favorite toons to play as was RnD, astro and looey.

Imagine their reactions as y/n always has some praise about them

Alrighty! Lets get cooking!

Favorite to Play

Yandere!Self-Aware!Razzle & Dazzle x Reader; Yandere!Self-Aware!Astro x Reader; Yandere!Self-Aware!Looey x Reader

Warnings: Obsession and other general yandere behaviors

--☆☆☆☆☆--

For awhile, Razzle and Dazzle were disappointed you didn't purchase them from the shop.

Did you not like them or something? Was something wrong with them? You seem so excited to get everyone else but don't purchase them?

Razzle hoped you were just buy with focusing on other Toons, while Dazzle just immediately assumed they were your least favorite.

Then you got their trinket. And immediately purchased and started playing as them, always having their trinket equipped.

They remember exactly what you said when you finally purchased them.

"Yes! I can get my boys now since I got their trinket! Theater kids unite!"

Your sheer excitement made even Dazzle smile for a moment.

You never hated them. You just wanted their trinket so doing runs would be easier with them.

And they were stunned when they quickly became your favorite to play.

Whether it be assisting with distracting when it was an odd-floor or extracting when it was an even-floor, you'd talk and call them 'one of your favorites to play'.

Dazzle was stunned when he found out he was your favorite of the twins (Razzle didn't mind. After all, Dazzle deserves to shine too!)

Razzle was gleeful when you actually brought the slightest of smiles to Dazzle's face when you spoke. Especially when you were happily playing the two.

Why shouldn't he be thrilled if someone as great as you can make the duo as happy as can be?

And when they hear you enjoy acting?

Well, if they're your favorite to play, you'll be their favorite actor...

"We love that you like being around us!" "(And we like being around you...)"

--☆☆☆--

You don't know why you didn't just immediately quit Dandy's World after the strange incident with Dandy.

Wait, no, you do know.

You wanted to play Astro.

And you fell in love with his playstyle.

He already was in love with you...

You loved to run around on floors as him, regenerating the stamina of anyone who needed it. Especially distractors.

Though he did get concerned when you started staying up late into the night to play the game.

But another part of him was overjoyed he was your new favorite to play. Though you really needed to get to sleep.

But still.

As long as you made sure to catch up on sleep, he would relax a bit.

And you adored not having to worry about stamina as much. As he knew, when he was a Twisted, just how much you HATED being out of stamina. Especially when being chased by a toon.

But with him, that wasn't a problem anymore. You're happy now.

...right?

"Starshine, it's getting late. You should go to bed. ..? I'm worried because I love you, that's why."

--☆☆☆--

Looey was your main distractor.

He was the first distractor you got, and he was your favorite solely because of that.

Sure, Goob and Pebble were better. Sure, you played as them before.

But Looey had a special place in your heart.

And you had a special place in his!

You just liked his playstyle. Because (at least before the Twisteds started to seem to avoid damaging you) you sucked at avoiding damage.

Sure you could outrun Twisteds, but they always seemed to have another one out of nowhere to damage you. At least before.

Heck, still now sometimes you run into a Twisted by accident and get damaged.

At least as Looey, you could help your teammates out as a distractor!

...at least until all your teammates died for some reason. Even though you were distracting.

Sometimes, the Twisteds quickly loosing aggro on you annoyed you. At least when you were distracting.

"Oh? You upset your team's dead? Shame, real shame... but don't worry! I got just the thing to cheer you up, you silly little jester! ...please don't be sad."

[qwanderer]

closet argument from The Case of the Very Long Stairway as a gift for @shaylogic for the dgd anniversary exchange!

I wrote a little dialog-only ficlet to go with it, which you can read under the cut!

"Fuck, I can't get this door open. Charles. Do you wanna, you know, do the ghost thing and then let me out?"

"Right. Bad news."

"Oh my God, we're stuck? Is that what you're telling me? Are we stuck in this stupid little closet in the Cat King's tacky little boudoir?"

"Might be."

"Ugh, I can't believe you got us both stuck in here."

"Oi, you weren't much help, Crystal!"

"Well you said you had a plan and then didn't tell me about it! How was I supposed to know how to help you make it work?"

"I didn't know we could get trapped like this!"

"How are we even trapped? I mean I get it, I'm a regular person, I can't walk through walls, but you're a ghost. …It's not iron, is it?"

"Nah, it doesn't burn, it's just… I can't seem to do the whole ghost thing right now."

"What does that even mean? You are a ghost."

"I guess ghosts are solid here?"

"Yeah, real helpful arcane knowledge."

"Dunno what to tell you, it's the best I've got!"

"God, is arguing in closets gonna be, like, a whole thing with us?"

"I hope not."

"How long do you think it's gonna be?"

"If it's longer than a couple of hours, Edwin will find us."

"I dunno, he seemed pretty far down the research hole when we left. Not sure he even knows we're gone."

"I'm pretty sure Edwin will find us. Eventually."

"Right. So, tell me about this plan you had."

"It's stupid."

"I think we can all agree on that at this point."

"I wanna make, like, a present for Edwin, and I want it to be a surprise, so I can't ask him for help making it, can I?"

"Okay, but why the Cat King? And why the catnip? And why am I here?"

"Well, if I go off somewhere with you, Edwin's not gonna think it's weird, will he?"

"Which is great, by the way, if we're relying on him to rescue us and meanwhile he doesn't wanna interrupt our date."

"Yeah, yeah, I didn't think it through. Thought the Cat King was a friendly now, or at least close enough. And he got annoyed at us in the first place 'cause Edwin was mean to his cats, so I thought, well, I'll do something nice for 'em instead, won't I?"

"I mean, they did seem to be enjoying it, I'll give you that."

"I hoped it would maybe distract his cats a little, stop 'em from listening in, but I had no idea it would distract him!"

"Yeah, he is fully baked right now."

"Definitely not the plan."

"Where did you even get potted catnip?"

"Grew it."

"You grew that?"

"Yeah, we have kind of a little garden up on the roof of the Agency. Herbs for spells and stuff. Some things we use enough that it's easier to grow our own than trade for it."

"That's really cool, actually."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, I always kill plants. Anyone who can keep them alive is pretty impressive to me."

"So, uh…"

"What. What is that look."

"Have you ever played seven minutes in heaven?"

"Yeah, a few times."

"Oh, is it a favorite pastime?"

"I wouldn't say that. I regret most of what I've done while playing that game."

"Tell me."

"You didn't bring it up because you wanted to hear about shitty things that happened to me before."

"Maybe not, but if you wanna talk about it…"

"All you really need to know is despite everything that kinda sucks about tonight, I'm enjoying it a lot more than any of those nights."

"Yeah?"

"And despite everything you did to help get us into this mess, I still like you a hell of a lot better than anyone I shared a closet with back then."

"That so?"

"Sweetie. Stop fishing for compliments and kiss me."

[sonderingdreams]

there is no doubt in kenma’s mind that he’s the lucky one in the relationship. sure did he establish bouncing balls corp? yeah. does he have his own successful fandom of thousands of unhinged fans that tune into his steams? yeah. is he best friends with multiple successful people that all originate back to teenage boy’s he knew from a volleyball team, that go back as far as high-school? yeah to that too.

but none of those titles compare to you. he doesn’t mean to get sappy or gross, really. but love does funny things to you. flips your whole world upside and makes you question everything. he didn’t plan for this to happen. didn’t see any of it coming and even admits to dismissing the idea of wanting it. that thing being well—love.

before it was a full blown distraction. and well he was wrong, but that’s something he’ll never admit to. so now tell me, how come the big great successful kenma can get jealous over something as stupid as you watching another arising popular streamer?

guys hitting you on those DM’s?

it does nothing but make him roll his eyes and snort. “they’re humping your leg like a dog. It’s so cringe.” kenma deadpans, a string a bleached blonde hair falling over his face before quickly blowing it away with a huff of hair. fans calling you hot?

he shrugs, raising a brow at his audience. “duh. thought that shit was obvious chat.” even going as far to admit that he gets the hype and he’s not bothered, he is not a foolish man. his friends gasping in utter shock at the idea of the kenma having a partner?

the same guy who is a “bum” that has so much power in his hands yet does nothing with it and chooses to stick his face in screens and live the quiet life?

he nods mindlessly when his friends even go as far to question how you two came to be. calling him lucky and claiming how un fair life could be. “ain’t no way. you’re telling me all I have to do is be a cooped up nerd and have luscious long hair to bag someone?”

kuroo grumbles out, crossing his arms with playful resentment. kenma simply rolls his eyes and picks at his food. “i got a partner that you said I so desperately needed. now you’re complaining?”

so now he’s at the doorway of your room, off to drop off your charger that you requested thinking you’re working just like him, to only see you watching something intently. he raises a brow, brushing it off as he fully enters your office, finally placing the charger on your desk.

he pauses, a grimace forming and contorting into distaste towards who ever was making you act like that. “this is what your work is?” he retorts with a deadpan grumble, crossing his arms and peering over your shoulder.

your eyebrows shoot up, now distracted from your entertaining stream and now on his as he examined your laptop screen with upmost suspicion. “kennie—

“he’s not even funny he’s obviously performing an act to his fans.” he comments bluntly, staring at your screen with heightened hyper fixation. if your eyebrows weren’t already raised they were now. it takes you a moment, before a lightbulb flicks on inside your head, the wheels turning and making an appearance when a smug smile tugs at your lips.

“oh? got a case of the big ugly green monster inside of you?” you remarked with crossed arms and a raised brow. this snaps kenma out of his haze of utter hatred, quickly retracting his leaned over position on your desk.

“fuck no. I’m just saying I can recognize a mid content creator when I see one.” he shoots back, letting out a scoff, stuffing his hands in his oversized hoodie. this earns nothing but laughter, you clasp a hand over your mouth, shaking your head in utter disbelief. wow.

the unbothered kodzuken was jealous? over a new well liked streamer coming to play in the streaming industry? “and I also know your claim is bullshit.” you singsonged back, pointing an accusatory finger at his chest. kenma takes a step back and huffs in disbelief, shaking his head before leaning forward and shutting your laptop in a sudden impulse of helplessness.

“quit dick riding average bare minimum content creators who only get attention cause they appease to their fan girls.” he remarks, with an eye roll of utter sass, leaving no room for debate. “besides. you don’t have time for that anyways. you’ll be streaming with me tonight.” he mutters gruffly, averting his gaze and already strategically finding ways to eliminate this new “opponent.”

“huh? since when? you never told me we had plans tonight?” you mused in disbelief and a hint of amusement, cocking your head slightly to the side.

“dunno know. since now. the fans have been requesting you for a while now anyways.” he quickly shoots back, waving off your questions dismissively. “what a coincidence.” you drawl out, watching as he leaves the room with a mask of annoyance but if you look close enough a smile of smug satisfaction tugs at his lips. he won this one.

[faorism]

[lev:red 3.04 spoilers, very suggestive in the most mundane of ways?] while there are many closer by their house or hq, when they have the time eliot walks thirty minutes off route to go to a small family-owned pharmacy because he knows they offer hand packing of pills. probably why they're still in business; rare thing these days, and eliot may not have allergies, but he knows the resistances and sensitivites he's developed over the years, and he knows they can pack his shit right.

their home supply just ran out of simple antibacterial cream, and so eliot makes his way over. he notices parker, of course, a few minutes in, but he doesn't call her out and she hangs back. trailing him. watching him.

when he's picks just a tube of the cream, he hands it off to his side and (as expected) finds parker there with a basket. he peeks in and sees tampons, one of every kind of floss they have in stock, and a small bottle of the multivitamins hardison prefers, as well as (like a troubling promise of what their night might be like) lube, two boxes of sesame street band-aids, and glucose monitoring lancets.

eliot sighs, picks up the lube, and says silicone? really gonna need that? we still got some at—at her devious smile, eliot tosses the tube back in. right.

before he can drop his hand, parker snaps forward and steals it. she holds it up, examining the knuckle of the index finger. it bears the mark of where her canine tore into the flesh just a few days before. the area around it has now reddened, although it's thankfully not swollen or hot to the touch. yet.

it's still bothering you? you would think your body would have gotten used to my—parker chomps her teeth—by now.

agitated it fending off the goon squad, i reckon. eliot flexes his fingers. close enough to the bone im keeping an eye on it.

parker pouts thoughtfully, pressing a thumb into where he's most tender. should i pick up condoms?

made sure to not break their skin, so we should be good on exposure. there was once when he wouldn't have dared over a paper cut, but eliot has calmed down, putting more trust into PrEP and his ability to subdue without bloodshed. if you need them for your plans, wouldn’t hurt?

parker glances down, calculates, and then skips off. eliot follows as she snatches a box of latex gloves instead of condoms, hot & cold strips, and... yup, alright. she has definitely plans, judging by her pausing over the incontinence bed pads.

eliot shakes his head. deciding between comfort or absorption?

parker nods. given the greater utility, he reaches for the latter but perhaps his movement prompted her, because she snatches forward for one outside his usual dimensions for the widest.

no sharps in my ass, parker.

parker glares at him. i know that! she then... huh, shoves the basket at him and storms off. she lets him see her bump into a display to steal a chocolate bar on her way out.

her outburst surprises eliot. makes him pause. review their conversation tor any other obvious signs of distress, and finding no more agitation than her new usual since hardison left.

but she has been off.

eliot dutifully checks out (making sure they ring up the chocolate as well) and he doesn't have to go far to find parker. she sits on the old coin operated dolphin outside the shop.

gonna tell me what that was about?

when parker doesn't answer right away, he pats his pockets and puts the two quarters in, making parker rock back and forth morosely.

i take good care of you, parker finally says.

course you do, darling. it was a bad joke on my part. you're a good dom—

its not about that. ill do anything for my family.

eliot squeezes her shoulder. i know that too.

parker finishes off the chocolate and waits until the dolphin stops before she continues, voice small and eyes avoiding contact: was i too... she waves up and down her body. ...me this time?

how you figure?

bre got hurt. i scared the nana haters and they took too long and bre had to make a distraction, so. my fault.

oh, park...

she jumps up at her name and starts walking home. eliot matches her pace. he stops her, pulls her into the shadow of a building. parker is at a height with eliot, but sometimes it cna be so obvious how much more lean she is than him but how small she looks when she's feeling pathetic. eliot covers her jaw with his hand not busy with the bag of newly purchased items; he can see where she bit him against her skin.

i know they're, like, trafficking victims. but im still so angry at them.

we get heated during cases. harry had his own moment. you and soph conspired to get bre up there in just that case, right? parker shrugs, noncommittal.

im supposed to be better than that. im me.

that aint how this works.

it should be.

eliot kisses her lips softly, which she tolerates, especially as he puts their foreheads together. they stand close.

i had your back. you had mine, when i had to fight, figuring out how to get into the room fastest. sophie and me, maybe we overlooked how much anyone targeting a nana would make you invested and protective. oversight from sophie as our mastermind and, eliot swallows with a wobble, me as your partner. especially...

especially?

with hardison gone.

parker tenses up. oh.

i miss him too. i always miss him when he's gone away. miss you when—

in a breath, parker slips out of eliots grasp and starts speeding away, to the point eliot has to jog to catch up.

okay. i understand now. im done with those emotions right now.

alright darling, eliot says softly, seeing parkers walla go up rather than get emotional in public.

wanna go home. gonna poke and fuck you so hard.

eliot is excited to have sex with parker, whatever wild and potentially messy it will be. but as he scrolls aside parker, he knows he loves this too: walking by her side, supporting her, with hardisons name on his tongue.

[overnightheartbeats]

Gianna's amusement matched his, even more when his toothy grin appeared. "Corrupting me, hm you're already getting into character." The corners of her lips turned upward, unable to contain herself. "I didn't mind the taste I got." Okay, definitely flirting, but now that the door had been opened, Gianna couldn't stop. They proved they could handle themselves while undercover, and flirting was the bottom of the list in terms of lines they crossed. It could be considered inappropriate, but if he didn't seem to care, she didn't need to worry. As long as they got the necessary results for Karina, their strategies did not need to be questioned.

His smirk revealed to her that this was enjoyable, but somewhere in the back of her mind, Gianna did think of his intelligence working against her. If she wasn't careful, she might reveal more than she should. Too much, too early. "All with due time Mikey."

She stilled for a moment as he played with a strand of her hair, feeling the danger from miles away. But, moving away was impossible. "Ow, no offense at all," she said, feigning hurt. "Well if we go with the diplomat's daughter angle, could make coveted secrets something else to offer. Especially if she's being a rebel. We would just need to make sure my alias air tight if they go asking questions. Though, your...work back there seemed to do wonders for me and how coveted I could be. I could do flashier,” she mused in pure amusement.

"Well...good to know they're easily distracted." If he didn't think they were on to them, it also meant that they were definitely not on to her and her deeper connection to Karina. He was chuckling, so he was amused. Probably the sense that she was overthinking the make out, which she probably should, if other things were not occupying her mind first. "Hm?" Still, contemplating what to tell him. "To be honest? I was nervous about today. I know we've trained together, and it's not you, necessarily. Just haven't had a rookie partner in a while, kind of feel responsible for you." Half-truths. That's what she settled on, and it seemed to be the most effective. It was true, the nerves, the feeling of responsibility over him - the why just differed a bit.

"I was just about to ask what your point of reference was, for clubs. Good to know you're not the kind of guy that frequents them," she teased softly, feeling his hand caress her face. "There's definitely shady shit there, agency wouldn't be involved if it was just a squeaky clean place for sleazy guys. I know what you mean though, the feeling that there is more is why we're good at what we do. We might not know everything yet, but us and other teams are probably working on it. In the meantime, we have everything we need to go in. Karina wouldn't send us in otherwise. We do what she asked, and anything else we recover on top of that, is icing on the cake." Hearing herself talk was unnerving, how quickly and easily she spun all of this - she understood why Karina had looped her in more as time has passed. This was the latest example, but still eerie. Lying to him felt wrong, and that bothered her. Lying to anyone shouldn't feel wrong, not anymore. She shook those thoughts from her mind, bringing her focus back to him. "Or who knows, maybe our first case is our big break."

"I mean," he shrugged. "It would make sense that I'm the one corrupting you." A toothy grin showed off his amusement at the thought. "When reality is the other way around. I mean you're also getting more than a taste." Something he was well aware of knowing how this looked to outsiders. This could be considered inappropriate but also Mikey didn't really care. Karina did say it was recon. They were doing what they were assigned to. Though the warmth of her skin against his lips took him on another journey entirely.

"I'm starting to see that," he smirked liking the inhibited version she was letting show. She held a cinnamon aftertaste and that was something he couldn't get enough of. It reminded him of the big red gum. Not his usual flavor but one he'd favor over the rest. His hand stilled at the small of her back and hummed in contention.

Having her close he played with a strand of her hair and nodded. "Crazy would work. But what would this guy blow an insane amount of cash on you, no offense. You'd be offering something more than just money. Societal standing?" Getting into a warped mentality wasn't easy when the facts weren't all laid out. These guy don't fuck around. They pick their attendees." Clearly if their make out session was any hint. "The flashier the better, thrive on getting all horned up."

"No, I think catching onto us was the last thing on their minds. Brains weren't on, it was something entirely different being on." he chuckled thinking it adorable she was overthinking their makeout. 'Are you sure there isn't anything else?" If Gianna wasn't ready to let him in, he'd understand but he also wanted to know why her face changed at the office.

His hand reached over and glided down her face as those brown iries stared at him. They were so beautiful. He knew they were trouble. "It seems like this club, karina sent us on isn't well— it isn't like the others. Not that I know what clubs like that are like but something doesn't feel right. Supposedly it's for recon but it seems like this is a whole other operation. I can't shake that we don't know everything. And the why isn't even scratching the surface. Am I just insane?"

[xviruserrorx]

The 3x04 episode is Arthur just being down bad for every man he encounters in that episode actually

I mean he just:

And then he:

[thatfriendlyanon]

IF I FINISH THESE FORMS I'M GONNA REWARD MYSELF WITH SOME FUN TONGIHT GOSHDARNIT

[seventh-district]

Are you sad? Are you miserable? Is your life falling apart? Is your body falling apart? Does your head feel like it’s full of cotton, or perhaps TV static? Does it feel like the world is crumbling around you? Is it getting harder to force yourself through the daily motions? Is happiness getting increasingly harder to find?

Why not consider making a large, hyperfixation-fueled impulse purchase?

They won’t tell you this, but all of the happiness and satisfaction you’re searching for, along with each of those little chemicals that make your brain feel good, are all hidden within your very next large, hyperfixation-fueled impulse purchase!

So why don’t you go on ahead and grab that credit card, throw caution to the wind, and chase that good feeling? You certainly won’t regret it. No one has ever regretted making a large, hyperfixation-fueled impulse purchase! Never!

[uchiha-gaeshi]

I’m calling off my SI/OC fic.