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mickandmusings · 3 months ago

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no caller id

pairing: javi rivera x f!reader, tyler owens x f!reader

word count: 2.6k

summary: she had been there alongside javi the day that their three best friends' lives had been taken. when kate took off to new york and javi to wherever the military took him, she felt mostly alone back in oklahoma. until a handsome chaser blew through town with an ef-3 and stole her heart. things were going great, she was finally happy. until that all too familiar contact flashes across her phone at 3am.

two times javi fell asleep in her sheets, only for her to wake up alone, and the one time she finally realized she would never wake up alone again.

warnings: angsty, mega angsty; no use of y/n; mentions of death and grief; grief is really a big theme here; reader is described wearing a dress; no detailed smut but it's implied

*based on megan moroney’s ‘no caller id’

Two months.

It had taken Javi two months after the accident to call her. Two months after she found out alongside him her three closest friends had died. Two months after attending three funerals in the span of one week. Two months since she decided to start therapy for the grief and survivors guilt. Two months since she had heard anything about his life.

She didn't blame him, not really, none of the three of them that had survived seemed to talk to one another. She had called Kate a month beforehand, but she hadn't responded. Her texts were opened but never responded to. Kate had arguably taken it harder than her or Javi, so she didn't bother her. Javi, however, him ignoring her burned like fire.

Before it all went to shambles, they had a sort of more-than-friends relationship. She piled into the passenger side of his van on nearly every chase, helped him man the data collection, helped him take care of Dorothy every time she began to fall apart. She sat at the dinner table of his small apartment to help him with his research on his findings, and knew his gas station order by heart. They danced around his kitchen to his dance playlist, and he made her laugh harder than anyone. Addy had always joked that Javi had feelings for her, but she'd been so blind to his advances that she'd never even realized.

But tonight, two months after all of it, his name had flashed across her phone screen, the same corny heart behind it that she'd never deleted since he first put his number in her phone.

Javi <3: You in town?

Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Javi had skipped town after everything, Kate following behind him. She had been the only one left in their small town in Oklahoma. She picks up the device and her thumbs hover over the keyboard for a while before she responds:

Yeah. You too?

She sets the phone down, thinking he wouldn't respond for a while. Javi had always been a notoriously bad texter. But only a minute later it vibrates with a new message.

Javi <3: For tonight. Meet me at The Shack in an hour?

The Shack was a local bar, only ten minutes from her house. Her heart hammers, why was he in town for only the night? And more importantly, why did he want to see her after months of not bothering to check on her? Her fingers hover over the 'send' button, the simple word typed up: 'busy.' She wanted to be angry, to resent him for not bothering to call, but her heart softens, and she deleted the message. Instead, she sends a thumbs up emoji and tosses her phone back on the couch. Despite her excitement, she couldn't shake the feeling that this was a bad idea.

As she walks into the tiny but crowded bar, she tries to spot Javi, but she can't find his curls draping over his shoulders, or pulled into a bun behind his head. She almost gives up until she hears his voice.

"I'm right here."

She turns, and, sure enough, sitting in a booth in the corner sits Javi.

He looks...different.

He'd chopped his curls into a short, neat cut, and he looked somehow heavier behind his usually playful eyes. Long gone was the boy she knew-the one who had an affinity for loud music and taking naps wherever there was flat ground. He had been replaced by someone that certainly looked like him, but didn't have that same spark.

"Hey."

He stands and gives her a small hug, his smile not exactly reaching his eyes. She returns the gesture, settling into the booth across from him as they fall into light conversation over drinks. They catch up after the past two months, all while avoiding the topic that lingers like heavy smoke between them. Her lungs burn just thinking about what Praveen would have said if he saw them now. She finally gathers the courage to broach a relatively sore subject:

"So, what brings you back into town?"

His eyes dart down to his lap, his shoulders slouching.

"Uh, it's my last night home for a while."

She nods, understanding the need to get out of here, the ghosts of their past certainly had begun to haunt.

"Where are you headed?"

"Uh, Iraq."

Her eyes widen as she almost chokes on her drink.

"Very funny, Javi."

"Not joking."

His serious expression shows he isn't. Her heart hammers, what had she missed in two months?

"Javi, what the hell are you doing in Iraq?"

"Don't really know, I just go where they tell me to. Not my job to argue with Uncle Sam."

Her eyes widen further. No way in hell would she ever have seen that coming.

"Y-You joined the military?"

He nods, throwing back the rest of his drink.

"Didn't chop off a head of perfectly good hair for the fun of it."

For a split second, she felt disheartened, everyone was leaving, moving on, while she was here, stuck in the same small town. After another drink, and another, they fall into easy conversation. And by the time she's three drinks deep, he almost feels like the Javi she remembered.

That night is the first night she lets Javi into her bed, only to wake up naked and alone.

But it wouldn't be the last.

The second time it happened, she didn't even blame him, it had been hard on both of them. Kate hadn't bothered to come back home, and she didn't blame her, because as she looks around at the framed pictures of her now-deceased friends, she thinks she might explode.

It's Christmas Eve, nearly two years later, and she's sitting on Jeb's mother's couch as the older woman dotes on she and Javi both. Her sweater itches around her collar, and she's sweating, but she figures it has little to do with the heat of the fireplace and more to do with the lingering awkward flames between she and the military-uniform clad man beside her. Her hands grasp a cup of eggnog, but even the rum in it could not soothe the ache burning in her chest.

Javi hadn't even bothered to contact her after their night together. In fact, he'd done more to ignore her completely. Her occasional texts had gone ignored, he had read her message on his birthday, but never acknowledged it, and she was sure he hadn't even read her concerned affections she'd sent on the anniversary of the accident. She'd been so worried about him, and he couldn't have cared less about her.

She puts on a good act, because Jeb's mom doesn't deserve her coldness. The woman was kind, and loved she and Javi as her own. Days like today were hard for all three of them, but the grief combined with the anger she feels at Javi, all she wants to do is run from the warm and inviting living room she's sitting in. After a few hours of talking and gift giving, she finally meets the cold winter air and feels so relieved that tears prick behind her eyes. She takes a deep breath as she clutches the boxed gift in her hand, wiping her eyes on the back of her sleeve. Javi stands only a few feet behind her, watching everything. His voice cuts the silence that had seemed so permanent between them:

"If you want to talk about it, I'm here."

She scoffs.

"Javier, you wouldn't answer me when I told you happy birthday, much less now."

His full name tumbling from her lips stings more than it should. He lets it sting, he deserves it, he'd been an asshole.

"You're right, I-I fucked up. I know. But you're standing in front of me, and you're hurting, and I'm the only one here that knows the way your chest hurts. Kate, she-she just pushes through and ignores it. You and me, we're not built like that."

She knows Javi is right, but she would never admit that, not to his face. Silence falls over them again before she finds the courage to turn around and look at him. He's less Javi and more Lieutenant Rivera these days, his eyes hardened and his tone gruff. She can hardly see the reminiscent parts of the boy she'd spent four springs in a van with. Grief and the regular hardship of life had made them different people, but she still loved him, despite it all.

"I've got to visit Addy's mom, and Praveen's parents after this. You comin'?"

Maybe she was angry with the way Javi had treated her, but her friends' parents were expecting them both, and he had been truthful-they were the only two who understood the specific pain of losing your three closest friends in death, and the other while she was still living. Her response comes out witty, almost like the girl she used to be.

"As long as you're driving."

That night, after they'd split a bottle of red in her living room, they fall back into their usual ritual when he came to town: her writhing in pleasure underneath him. The next day, Christmas morning, the only evidence that Javi had been there was his empty wine glass on her coffee table.

She swore to herself that it would never happen again. As she washed her delicate glasses in the sink, she repeats her vow. When she finishes, she dries her hands, grabs her phone and clicks on his contact. She can't find the heart to block him, just in case he really needs her, but she changes his name in the hopes she'll ignore his calls. 'Javi <3' no longer resided in her phone, only a contact titled 'No Caller ID.'

For the next year, she does what she always does: she wakes up early for coffee, gets ready for her job as a local middle school science teacher, teaches for eight hours, and comes home to an empty house. After everything that had happened in the past few years, she'd resigned herself to being entirely alone for the rest of her life. She hadn't heard from Kate in nearly a year, and she'd intentionally not wanted to hear from Javi ever again. He'd called from time to time, only ever in the very early morning hours of a Friday or Saturday morning. She already knew what he wanted, so she ignored them.

She was isolated and alone. The most 'chasing' she did was watching a group of rowdy, self-proclaimed 'Tornado Wranglers' on YouTube. They make her smile on bad days, doing things so absurd she'd never have thought up most of them. One particular night, she finds herself watching a stream of them chasing in a town only an hour or two from her hometown. On a whim, and maybe a little cloudy from her post-dinner wine, she shoots the account a message, wondering if they'd come speak to her sixth graders who were currently studying weather. She doesn't expect anything from it, it was a long shot, and it's likely no one would answer her. But the next morning, as she scrolls through notifications from the time she'd been asleep, a response sits staring back at her on the screen.

'We'd love to come speak to some junior Wranglers! Next Thursday at 10 AM sound good?'

Her eyes widen and she beams, feeling giddy for the first time in a very long time. That Thursday morning, in an act so unbelievably unlike her, she finds herself putting on her favorite teaching dress and maybe a little more effort into her hair. She feels ridiculous the entire time she drives to her job, but when she spots the familiar red truck in the parking lot, she feels like one of her students with a crush.

The second the group comes to her classroom, everything feels a little surreal. They're exactly as they come across on screen-except for the so-called leader. Tyler Owens, in all of his backwards-baseball-cap glory, is infinitely more handsome in person. Her schoolgirl blush only grows when he's charming and easy-going with her students' dozens of questions, relevant or not, and his witty humor. She feels her heart grow when he gives each of her students their own Wranglers shirts before he approaches her with one of her own, and, attached is a sticky note that she doesn't have a chance to read before he leaves. Once her students break for recess she peels it off the fabric and smiles widely as she reads the messy handwriting:

'We're in town chasing til Sunday. Wanted to invite you for a drink, on me. Saturday? Text me, or call me, and we'll make it a date. -Tyler'

His number sits under his name and she finds herself blushing again before pulling out her phone and adding his number into her contacts before typing out a message to him:

'I'm free anytime Saturday night, and there's a great bar called The Shack not far from my place. I'll meet you there?'

From that moment on, it was rare to see one without the other. Only three dates in, Tyler had already asked her to be his girlfriend, and she had accepted. Within the year, she was back to doing what she loved most-chasing storms and helping those in need with people who loved it as much as she did. After hours upon hours of late night crying sessions and tender affections, she explained her treacherous relationship with Javi, and bit by tiny bit, her heart was healed by the goofy and sensitive boy behind the cowboy hat. Falling in love with Tyler had been easy: he was funny, and smart, and kind, and, maybe most importantly, never made her feel like she was nothing more than an after-hours option.

Now, two years into their relationship, she sleeps next to him in her pale pink sheets, his warmth radiating onto her chilled skin in the coldness of the winter night. Tyler's calloused hands are gentle under her shirt, lightly caressing her sides. Both of them are nearly asleep, it's dark, and late, nearly three in the morning. Her eyes close against his chest, and she's almost asleep when her phone rings. She assumes it's Boone-he had a habit of showing up at her house at all hours of the morning. Tyler groans, his voice cutting through the darkness:

"Jesus, what does Boone want this time?"

She rolls her eyes at her melodramatic boyfriend, rolling over to grab her phone from the nightstand as her eyes adjust to the brightness of the screen. When she gets a glance at the name flashed across her device, she stills, simply staring down at it for a minute.

No Caller ID

Every memory of the Javi she once knew flickers in her mind-the boy she once knew, the person that he was no longer. The Javi she loved had died the same day her three closest friends had. She declines the call, letting it fade back to her lockscreen as she simply stares at the picture of her and Tyler she'd set as her wallpaper.

"Baby, what's the matter?"

Tyler's voice snaps her out of her haze. She shakes her head, simply tossing on her 'do not disturb' before rolling back into his hold.

"Who was it?"

She nuzzles into his neck, finding comfort in the arms of the man who loved her-unconditionally, always, not just when she was convenient. Tyler had never left her naked and alone, he was always there when she woke up.

"Nobody, spam, no caller ID."

#javi rivera x reader #javi twisters #javi rivera #javier rivera #twisters #tyler owens twisters #tyler twisters #tyler owens x reader #tyler owens

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ephie-om · 1 month ago

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Pure Mammon x reader fluff to make up for yesterday :))

Song: From the Start - Good Kid

CW: None

Day 2: Mammon

“I don't get what's so great about the sun.” Your guardian demon grumbled, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“Huh?”

“The sun. All you humans whine and complain about how the Devildom doesn't have it. Well, I don't want a big ball of light telling me when to wake up and when to go to bed. Anything your sun does, we can do fine.”

You cock your head, confused by the fights this demon picks. “Well, it lights up everything for most of the day.”

“We have lightbulbs too. Way easier to turn off.”

“It gives important vitamins to humans we need to live.

“Yeah, we have food.”

“It warms up the whole planet, otherwise we'd freeze to death.”

“Oh wow, I've never even thought of that. Except- oh wait- a heater.” He scoffs at you. “See? Nothin’ special about the stupid sun.”

You walk through a busy Devildom market, towing your boyfriend along behind you. Mammon's arms were laden in bags he had insisted he carry, despite you offering to share the burden. You and Mammon had grown close quickly, even after your rough start at the beginning of the exchange program. The two of you fit together so perfectly that his brothers had teased the two of you about being a couple long before either of you had even brought it up. But it's undeniable how happy he makes you.

He finally catches up to you, momentarily distracted by something at a stall behind him. “I thought we were here for groceries.”

You stick out your tongue at him playfully. “Doesn't mean I can't have some fun while we're out.” You grab his hand and swing it back and forth as you walk.

A small jewelry stand up ahead catches your eye. Were you mistaken, or were those real human world stones? “I wanna look at those!” you exclaim, tugging on his hand.

“Hey, don't go runnin’ off like that!” He stumbles behind you. “What was that for?” You reach the stand, keeping a tight grip on his hand as you inspect the jewelry.

“Look Mams, they're real! Real human world jewels! This one is turquoise, this one is topaz, and I don't know what this one is but it's pretty!”

He finds himself with a stupid grin plastered on his face, the one that always finds him whenever you get happy like this. Seeing you smile makes him feel like it's just you and him. He swears it lights up the whole Devildom, makes him feel all warm inside. He doesn't think he could go a day without it.

“You remember what I said about the sun that one time?” he asks, rapidly changing the subject.

You laugh, remembering the moment. “You said it was stupid.”

“Well, I take it back.”

“You don't think it's useless any more?”

“Nah. It took me a long time, but I figured out what you were sayin’.”

You buy a few pieces, wasting no time in putting them on and modeling for him. He takes a couple pictures on his D. D. D. He sends one to the house group chat of you striking a flashy pose to show off a necklace with a purple stone. He holds your hand in the other picture, with a simple golden band on your finger studded with tiny opals. That one he saves to a personal album on his phone, marked only with a heart. He thinks for a moment, then goes to rename the album with a simple emoji of a sun.

#obey me #obey me swd #omswd #obey me shall we date #obey me fluff #obey me mammon #obey me mammon x reader #obey me mammon x mc #omadventcalendar #ephie writes

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lemondoddle · 5 months ago

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what happens when you type into the computer (BOOK OF BILL SPOILERS)

HELLO THE WEBSITE HAS UPDATED and different things happen when you type things into the computer on the screen. if a character/word isnt relevant the computer gives a red X. so far i've found:

stanley: takes you to an ebay search for brass knuckles, entering his name repeatedly will take you to various grunkle-related eBay searches until you get to bill's wheel of shame with much more to click

mabel: adds stickers to the set. you can keep hitting enter until the the room has been "fully mabelized"

ford/sixer: a case file on ford's extra digits

soos: a long set of notes about how soos is doing running the mystery shack

dipper: a note presumably from bill to dipper "informing" him that he can decode messages by staring into the sun. if you enter his name multiple times bill urges you to keep looking with words of encouragement as each note becomes progressively blurry and splotched with black until the entire notecard turns black

bill: this youtube video (and no it's not a rickroll)

gideon: an audio recording plays of gideon humming/scatting to the tune of "we'll meet again", ending with a whispered message of "i love you, mabel"

wendy: a note pranking you with the the 👌 emoji

mcgucket/fiddleford: the cotton eye joe music video

pacifica: a warning note about the book of bill mabel made her write

robbie: chat messages between him and thompson as they prepare to summon bill (as mentioned in tbob) with an image of their encounter

tad strange: the computer plays clips of bread being sliced set to jazzy instrumentals. this enables the glowing red button on the computer to turn green to switch the bread videos on and off at will

blendin: a message appears on the screen reading "time agent lost and presumed incompetent"

weirdmagedon: a newspaper page from the gravity fall's gossiper utilising the "nevermind-all-that-" act and stating "nothing happened" that day

axolotl: text onscreen appears: "you ask alotl questions"

T.J. eckleburg: text onscreen appears: "never mention that name again"

cipher: links to a wikipedia page about triangles

blanchin: pulls up a youtube tutorial on how to blanche vegetables

triangle: one half of a parenthesis appears on the computer ")", will also pop up with "tri harder"

dippy fresh: links to this image

mystery shack: links to a google search for confusion hill

gravity falls: text appears onscreen reading "never heard of it"

portal: text appears onscreen reading "portal.exe has been deleted. i bet you could build one"

theraprism: a notice sign appears- "in case of (coded words) do not use elevators" with a graphic of a person and a cthulu like monster on stairs

blind eye: an eye chart utilising the same string of letters- "WKHBOOVHH" that gets smaller each line, paired with blocks of color- the cursor turns into a "zoom in" tool that actually just makes the page blurrier with each click

creepypasta/horror: an entry on the urban legend "the always garden"- a liminal space/backrooms style restaurant anomaly

alex hirsch: links to a google search for flannels

toby determined: links to a google search for restraining order

dorito/chip: a dorito slowly enlarges on the computer screen and then becomes a jumpscare of a toothy bill, who periodically screams for a bit before the video finishes

love/boyfriend/romance: pulls up the parody romance novel, clicking starts an audio recording of the book

death: text appears onscreen: "life's goth cousin"

book of bill: text appears onscreen: "hide it under shirt during pledge of allegiance"

life: text appears onscreen: "life: 72% complete. now loading: death"

baby/lalala: an ultrasound of a baby bill in a womb and a message congratulating you

pines: text appears onscreen: "a good family tree"

weird: a video of weird al yankovich appears on the screen, he's confused and shouts for bill to get him out of there

waddles: links to a pig adoption website

mickey/disney: text appears onscreen: "rat.gif censored for your protection"

ducktective: text appears onscreen reading "ducktective stars in 'love, quacktually', coming to 'oi, it's the cockney channel innit?' this fall"

mason: a note from dipper about ford teaching him anagrams, plus a coded message with that technique

tyrone/clone: a picture of the janky dipper clone with a message that he's yours now

matpat/game theory: a video of matpat and a conspiracy board, he turns to say "hello internet, you're on... you're own... good luck" as he holds the book of bill

skeleton: text appears onscreen: "the one with the sword! he found you!"

scary: pulls up a parody goosebumps book "spookemups", clicking on it starts an audio recording of neil cicierega reading a section

divorce: pulls up a logo for "o'sadley's'"

music: enables you to click the dial, clicking the dial plays loud static

math: bill recounting an encounter he had with plato

conspiracy: a video of charlie day in a tin foil hat rambling about the website's previous state, holding the book of bill

okay that's enough from me, there's SO MUCH MORE that I just can't keep up with!! Happy searching!

#lane speaks #look i typed this in real time just goin off my dome if you have suggestions GIMME #gravity falls #the book of bill #tbob #tbob spoilers #bill cipher #the book of bill spoilers #long post #already edited to add the toby one i just saw LOL

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bowlofsoob · 1 year ago

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HE ACCIDENTALLY KISSES YOU ON STREAM

choi yeonjun x gender neutral reader

you, a rather private but popular twitch streamer, go live one night for your fans. you and your boyfriend yeonjun have been pretending to be rival steamers online for the fun of it. but yeonjun forgets your schedule that week and barges in to greet you, not realizing the camera was on. fans go wild.

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The lights emitting off the multiple monitors that surround you bathes your room in a soft glow as you sit in front of your gaming setup, fully immersed in the Twitch livestream. The chat is buzzing with messages from your viewers and you were so engrossed in the game you didn’t even realize the door swinging open beside you followed by your boyfriend entering with a grin on his face.

Yeonjun hadn’t seen you in a week and like an eager puppy had run through your apartment to come find you. He was blissfully unaware of your ongoing stream as he approaches you from behind and wraps his arms around you, planting a quick kiss on your cheek.

“I’ve missed you,” he murmurs, resting his chin on your head and playing with your hair.

You immediately flinch in your chair, fingers flying off the controller which results in your character falling to their death as you try to process the situation. The chat is speeding by with emojis and comments as your viewers witness your sworn enemy draping himself all over you. You can already see the article headlines that will surely be released tomorrow about you and Yeonjun.

“Yeonjun,” you whisper, startled, “What are you doing?” you ask, voice strained.

Yeonjun, still clueless about the live stream, merely lets out a quiet giggle and leans in for another kiss, this time on the lips. You manage to pull away just in time, confusing Yeonjun and leaving him with a pout.

“Why are you so stiff?” Yeonjun questions, pinching your cheek.

“I’m on stream,” you quietly say, gesturing to the camera.

Yeonjun's playful expression fades instantly as he follows your gaze and spots the camera, realization dawning on him.

“Oh,” he whispers, removing himself from you and covering his mouth with his palm as he gasps, “Fuck.”

He steps away from the camera as his face flushes pink, embarrassed.

“I should go” Yeonjun awkwardly says.

He offers a sheepish smile to the camera and hastily walks off-screen, leaving you to face your amused chat alone. The weight of the situation starts to sink in as your eyes dart between the chat, where everyone was unaware of the sudden tension in the room as their messages were buzzing with excitement, and the empty space Yeonjun had just occupied.

“I have to go,” you quickly say, “technical difficulties,” you lamely explain.

You fumble with the controls, ending the stream abruptly. The chat reacts with confusion as the screen goes black.

Smooth, Yn, real smooth.

The room is now quiet, the monitors still displaying the remnants of the abruptly ended Twitch stream. You get out of your chair and make your way out to find Yeonjun sitting on your couch with a solemn expression.

He immediately shoots up from his seat when you approach, a string of apologies leaving his lips.

“I’m so sorry, I should’ve checked if you were busy.”

You feel a mix of frustration and amusement towards his actions, but couldn’t find it in you to be mad.

“No kidding,” you sigh.

Yeonjun sighs, running a hand through his hair as he sits back down.

“I didn’t mean to mess things up. I just missed you, and I got carried away,” he frowns.

You feel your expression soften as you walk forward to sit beside him, any feeling of frustration dissipating.

“It’s okay, it was about time anyway,” you console, resting your palm on his thigh and giving it a squeeze, “I missed you.”

“You’re fine?” he asks, turning towards you, “I know you liked pretending we hated one another.”

“It was fun, yeah. But I enjoy liking you more,” you hum, “Now we can film together.”

“As long as you aren’t mad, I was shitting my pants,” he says, letting out a sigh of relief as he leans back into the couch, “Can I get my kiss now?”

“Whatever,” you smile, clambering onto his lap as his arms snake around your waist with a familiar ease.

He lazily smiles up at you as you lean in, closing the distance between you both. His hand slides underneath your top and gently kneads your skin as he kisses you with a fervor of someone who hasn’t seen their lover in a week.

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#txt smau #txt x reader #txt x gn reader #txt x gender neutral reader #yeonjun smau #yeonjun x gender neutral reader #yeonjun x gn reader #yeonjun x y/n #yeonjun x you #yeonjun x reader #choi yeonjun smau #choi yeonjun x reader #choi yeonjun x you

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cyb3rtarot · 7 months ago

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Pick a Pile: Message from Your Spirit Guides

Disclaimer: tarot readings are not replacements for professional advice. Take what confirms, not confuses. You make your own fate. In this reading I’ll be describing the energy of a guide and what messages this guide has, and extra details! Each row of emojis is a pile.

Help a Palestinian family, even $1 helps!! 5 is close!: 1 2 3 4 5

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🌞 💌 🌊

🎴 ⚜️🏛️

💦 🦊 ⛲️

🌳 🃏 🌌

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Pile 1 🕊️💸☁️

[Ace of Wands, Death, bottom of the deck the Hierophant, three of clubs]

Hello pile one! I would describe your guide with the word divinity? I keep trying to find a good word, and words like angel came to mind but I feel the scope of your spirit guide is larger than what one may first think. Like maybe you hear that word and think of the soft smiling guardian angel image, whereas this energy is more like the holy, intense concept. A larger, driving force. The intensity is emphasized, I'm not sure if sometimes you feel “the essence” of this energy and it’s off putting to you? Or this could be how the energy manifests, like receiving help or guidance that comes as very big changes or intense situations that later give way to blessings. It feels fair, in the way a being with an aerial perspective of human life might be fair, if somewhat separate from the human experience. If your belief includes a concept of God, this energy may be related to that. The three of pentacles is on the top of the deck and again there's the three of clubs; there may be the impression of a larger energy because perhaps there’s multiple energies working together as a collective to help you, including deceased loved ones. There’s a lot of people of religious backgrounds in this pile who have/ had faith in concepts like angels/archangels or The Trinity, and those concepts are relevant here, especially if you only pray to God (or Saints?) and don’t engage with the concept of spirit guides too much. The main takeaway is this is a force of energy, possibly multiple combined, that especially helps you with new opportunities and cycles. They love to see you going through new opportunities and generally bring good tidings to your life and energy, helping you transmute and grow. You are like a flower in bloom to them.

Extra guide details: spiritual, church, late night walks, snowflakes, cactus, in bloom, transmutation, trios. The blue sky is significant, especially in relation to ice, winter, and snowflakes (this is emphasized). Shock, electricity. Bright light flashes. Crackling, popping. Intense, holy.

[Domination, It’s Always Teatime sideways, 9 of cups rx, 4 of pentacles, 10 of wands, who in the world are you?, follow the white rabbit, top/bottom of deck: knight of pentacles rx/ the Chariot]

Everyone always wants a piece of the pie, in detriment, "let go" (“I can’t let go”)

Your guide has a message about forgiveness; there’s past pain or disappointment keeping you very stuck in an unpleasant energy. The 4 of pentacles flipped over while the song I was listening to went “let go, let go.” There’s a sense of someone having wronged you, or possibly a cycle of wrongs between you and another. It’s the energy of someone taking advantage as if you were weaker than them, someone messing with you just because they can. Whether this was once or continuous, it has stewed in your mind, and so energetically you’re stuck in this moment of being wronged. You may unintentionally create feelings of self blame or shame with your hurt. You may ruminate over what made you upset, and your brain may cope with the intense emotion by directing anger towards yourself, but you may not consciously notice, so it continues to stew and get more enmeshed in whatever else you're holding on to. Or, your emotions could be intense on a physical level, and so the constant anger is like poison to your body. Your gut in particular could suffer or you could have issues with adrenaline. What comes to mind is the 8 of swords rx. When you work on releasing this embedded pain, you’ll be able to fly away from this cage. You’ll be able to release some of these wands that the 10 of wands figure is burdened by.

There’s another message about finances. Some of you give far too much to family or others, to where you might not be able to pay your bills or live adequately. And for many, your family is not as grateful as they could be. Your message is telling you to hold on to more of your money to release yourself from some of this unhappiness. Really sitting down and committing to healing, however that looks for you, may also help finances. Some of you may be in a not-so-good job that’s affecting you mentally, but you’re too drained to look for something better. Healing will rejuvenate some energy & enthusiasm to improve your situation. Therapy and meditation come to mind. You’ve been stuck in this pain long enough that you might’ve forgotten some parts of yourself, which is where meditation may be helpful for rediscovery. As you heal, opportunities can increase “exponentially,” I feel. It’s like you just need to detach from this energy enough and then I’m seeing you follow a thread that’ll take you all over the place to all kinds of opportunities. I see a turtle coming out of hibernation, slow with all the earth that’s caked up on it for the last few months coming off. That’s you coming out of this, and this guide is here to help you heal and transmute the hurt. This guide especially helps with your root, sacral, solar, and heart energies, with the heart being the most concern right now. Despite the darkness, I see and feel the excitement and curiosity that will be in your energy as you work through some of these attachments (attachments from pain, trauma, rumination, exploitation, physical trauma too I hear). This guide has so much love for you! And there’s pride as well. Good job and good luck pile one, you can do it!

Extra Details: trees blooming outside apartment, Christianity, works in shipping/ fulfillment, PS2/ old video games with chunky graphics (esp with ninja or samurai characters), Final Fantasy (especially XVI, or XIV?), 3, 303, 333, angels, sitting in a dark room (especially with the light on in the hallway. If you do this to brood maybe you could turn this into meditation), lights/electricity/water cutting off (there’s a theme of being in the dark while upset, you might need better lighting in your home!), collective/ co-op/ compound, feeling like you’re in the wrong environment (literally the climate where you live may not be compatible with you but could also refer to a social environment like work. Astrocartography may help), pie, boxes, purple thread/yarn, string of fate, purple yam, pouting when you cry or when angry. Mars in Libra, Taurus, Sagittarius, or knowing someone with this placement. If you have Mars in Libra or Taurus, that may be where the struggle in asserting boundaries is coming from, there’s a need to be more protective of yourself and body or health). Scorpio energy is significant, may be in profection year of your house in Scorpio, or it maybe a prominent sign in the Solar Return (or an SR in the last 3 years). Eye of Providence. Bright colored eyes. Angel- NewDad, Let Go- NewDad, Becky- Be Your Own Pet, Washing Machine Heart- Mitski, Cane Shuga- Glass Animals

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Pile 2 🌞💌🌊

[Seven of Swords rx, Death, top/bottom of deck: princess of swords rx/ princess of pentacles rx, Protection]

Hi pile two! Your guide is very eager to come through with your message; I was picking up your energy way before I started your reading. For everyone this relationship is different, but the energy seems to be a loved one who passed at infancy or before childbirth. For some, there may have been a twin absorbed in the womb or something similar? Otherwise this is just a relationship you have to an infant, including from your family or close circle, even cousins. This could also be up to toddler age as for some maybe you had a friend in infancy this applies to. This guide has a very young, playful, loving, and fun-loving energy, and “kind” I hear. They like to flit or hang around your energy lol, if you’re sensitive you may notice them around as it’s like a child having fun around you. If you have a deceased pet (especially a medium or big dog with white & brown fur?) they may like to come around with the pet and this amplifies the energy. I’m not getting much about what specifically this guide helps with, but I think them being in your energy helps lighten it, or they may just like to be with you because they love you. For some of you if you had sudden lightbulb moments where you saw through or realized the truth about something, this guide sometimes helps you have those moments, they help you realize things for what they are, both in life and your relationships.

Specific Message for Some [!!TW!! Abortion, Miscarriage]: Some of you had an abortion, miscarriage, loss of a child, I also feel this applies to some of you that absorbed a twin in the womb—you’re not being kind to yourself, like you have a bitterness towards yourself after this event. This guide just wants you to know there’s no shame, hate, bitterness, anything like that from their end. They have lots of love and support for you, and you don’t need to carry a burden over what fate led to, or what has already come to pass. Especially if some of you blame yourself because of a physical activity you did before it happened? They want you to release these emotions and heal how you can. Also, some are not grieving this in particular but you started having a hard time for other reasons after this event, and it’s been depressing you. They are wanting you to face these factors “head-on” so you can heal and recuperate, especially if you need to physically recover from something but you’re having a hard time with other things going on.

Extra guide details: feeling warm, loss/death, fate, angels, small angel figurine, cherubim, Cupid, hearts, Valentine’s Day or similar imagery, church, natural disaster (especially hurricanes, tsunamis, earthquakes; these may be symbolic), excitement, childlike wonder and innocence, purity, twins, Gemini energy, Aries energy, toy blocks, popping/ patting/ banging/ thumping noises (especially a cover, grate, or vent? I see this guide running down your hall banging the wall and giggling), smelling something clean or good, soft hair, ribbons, stuffed animal (bunny)

[Becoming Braver rx, Such a Curious Dream rx, Seduction, Fehu, Nine of Cups, The Empress rx, Paths, Stork, Dog]

Your message is about letting yourself be vulnerable. You may force yourselves to be strong and it’s hard to undo the persona. To the point where defenses are indiscriminate; you may have times where you avoid good things to protect yourself but let toxicity into your life because you were blinded by something. Your guide is wanting you to relax when new opportunities come and learn when to lower walls. There’s a huge message about travel, you may have the opportunity to travel soon (especially with a friend or love interest), or maybe you’ve been avoiding a needed getaway, especially because of transportation? This is a good opportunity to let loose and clear your energy, and if you do have some issue with transportation, your guide wants you to resolve it if you’ve been avoiding it on purpose. This guide values freedom, and you being limited in yours by solvable issues frustrates them. You’re also limited by your disbelief that good things can happen to you when there’s already opportunities to experience good things, and they want you to challenge that perspective. This guide is all about taking things head on like a little warrior lol, Aries energy.

If you do have a new relationship (including platonic) or love interest, there’s a message about lightening up and letting yourself enjoy the fun parts of the beginning stages. That’s a theme across your whole message, to enjoy new beginnings, and not be afraid of nurturing or forging healthy relationships. This may help you get out the stagnant energy following you, especially if it’s coming from other people. Discernment is required when putting your walls up, otherwise your defenses are stretched thin and padded too much in the wrong areas. It’s like your defenses became a way to deny yourself happiness, the right to be vulnerable & soft. Your guide wants you to address this, to engage in the passionate parts of life, to break this cycle and start a new, better one. Again, in particular, they are encouraging fun in your social life & traveling. Also, if you have a choice of putting energy into unfulfilling relationships or mending better ones, take steps to mend real friendships.

Extra Details: moths, butterflies, & “bugs in your lawn” are significant—especially tiny moths or red butterflies, also crickets? A playdate or playroom like you might see in a preschool, nursery, or the corner of an office. 404/44/444, the Sun (I see a Sun painted in a spiral), also the Sun in tarot/ oracle, stiffness, left eye/ jaw/ face pain? Melanie Martinez, bright blonde hair or bright-colored eyes, smelling a baby or holding one up to your face (a memory?), crystals, crystal angel figurine, congenital or genetic, video games, watching old media or memories, VHS, needing more nutritious food especially if you crave ice or non-edible things, paying attention to your body on a day to day basis, allowing yourself to be more creative—esp with your self-expression like clothes or makeup, letting yourself be excited out loud. Building your faith or ability to believe again, especially believing things can be ok. New chemistry or passion with someone, challenging a lack mindset, luck, predestiny, leaves on the vine

If you already felt drawn to pile one it may resonate, this guide may be related to the energy described, or they could be referencing another guide you have

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Pile 3 🎴⚜️🏛️

[7 of clubs, 4 of diamonds, 10 of diamonds, top of deck: Queen of Hearts]

Hello pile three! For many of you this is a past life connection, or an ancestor (especially maternal). Or both, most guides in this pile lived a while ago, some more like in the 1800s, but for some it’s back to the 1400s, and for some even farther. There’s some kind of familiarity, responsibility, or bond—like fate, or the family tree and such things that have far-reaching effects. I picked up a mysterious vibe and not as much about them specifically. The energy reminds me of Morticia Adams a bit lol but there’s masculine energy here too for some. The masculine energy feels a bit more aloof/stern or self-assured, an Aries-like confidence, whereas the feminine energy is a little more playful or like a black cat in comparison (so take that as it fits if you’re familiar with either energies). Actually, before I finished writing this section, I noticed the King of Hearts is under the Queen of Hearts, so both a feminine & masculine guide with past lives/ancestry ties, or a relation to each other—they could be a pair, could be in your energy. This guide (or guides) likes to be around you sometimes when you’re doing things you like, especially your nerdy or geeky interests. If you have a garden, or take walks in nature or near flowers, they also like to use these flowers as signs, or be with you in those moments. They support you when you’re doing those things you like, especially what you do for money or hobbies, as many have family that don’t support you or are pressuring you down a specific path, especially medical or something lucrative. They are around to encourage you and instill confidence in your own decisions; they are on your side. This guide helps you with general success, stability, and good luck, particularly in the material world. They do things on their end to ensure success in your endeavors, to show you things will be okay and you’re taken care of when you put effort in. They are big on success, confidence, financial increase or independence. If there’s something about a document, form, ticket, certificate, or similar that’s significant right now, I’m not sure why but your guide is bringing attention to it, and it seems like things will turn out well with these diamond cards. This could also be something magical in paper form, like a charm or spell you did.

There are more spiritual people in this pile who practice tarot, magic, manifestation, etc. This guide especially helps the energies from these along on their end and helps bring success to your practice, this is really emphasized; the word “magic” is emphasized as well. This is particularly true if you do spells or manifestations using paper or physical methods. This guide cares about you and wants to see you succeed in your efforts!

Extra Guide Details: red roses (especially seeing one bloom or in full bloom), romantic songs (slow or sad ones), camcorder/ old camera, grainy photos or videos, VHS, long black clothing, long &/or wavy dark hair, magnetic, alluring, mysterious, black, red, dark red, dark purple, fleur de lis, wallpaper, “darker” styles, crows, large and/or weeping trees. Kintsugi (may be significant to your healing which this guide may help or bring attention to. The episode of Bojack “Good Damage” is significant for someone because that came out super specifically), boost/surge of confidence, patience in your readings or other efforts, gusts of wind or other signs in nature, windfalls of good luck or abundant finances, magic, maternal, ancestry, old, pale

[Vision, Discrimination, Restlessness, 8 of diamonds, 2 of hearts, 6 of clubs, 9 of spades, 8 of spades]

I see a Fleur de Lis again in the symbols on your cards, so that could really be significant! Off the top what I get is you have a growing idea, especially a vision for your life or something you want to do. This is mostly a plan or not even that, a dream. Your head may be up in the clouds; your guides are wanting you to ground. There’s a growing agitation in you as this dream or desire for something different fills your mind, and being ungrounded is exacerbating this. These guides are all about putting action in, so they want you to more closely guard your mind against that which detaches you from reality or the present too much. If you are spiritual they especially want you to use discernment in your practice at this time and don’t indulge in spiritual things that unsettle your mind or make you confused too much. You’re needing a practical and detail-oriented energy like Virgo so you can organize this beautiful dream!

Many of you are in the midst of a long-coming choice, especially about work or education. For example, reaching the end stage of studies/ training and deciding on the next path. One choice you feel negatively about or you’re being pushed into. Another choice you like but are pressured against doing, or also feel negatively about because of some fear, like financial stability. This could represent a current job or major if you’re wanting to leave. Serious reflection is needed! This thing you hate may be a major investment. You may feel like picking this because it seems stable, but you may not be considering burn out (which is tough on your body) or emotional pain if you force yourself. It’s not a better financial choice if you’re not able to see through your investment. With the thing you like, you have talent or interest, but maybe because it doesn’t seem stable or you’re not sure how it would work, you haven’t put in a lot of practical planning. This could also refer to wanting to make moves with a partner. This is exacerbating those restless feelings, as you get more pressured and don’t have a plan for the choice you like. Your guides need you to put that discernment and practicality into this decision process. Really think about what you’re willing to do, capable of doing, and what first steps will look like. Be realistic—not pessimistic about finances so you have a real idea of the effort needed to create success. Especially be realistic about emotions; don’t get clouded by fantasies, examine patterns and choices. Your guides are here to help you with success, but they can only do their part on their end. Factor in things like burn out and any negativity you have surrounding these choices, reflect, weigh pros & cons, because that ultimately will impact the effects of this decision months down the line. Be mindful of your environment exacerbating fear and confusion as those things detach you from reality, especially your family & work environment. Consider if you will like the environment you’re going to, as picking a place you don’t feel comfortable in will take a toll. This also applies if your current work environment is really stressing you out. This is the other side of the financial aspect to consider, if you will be able to reap any benefits in an environment that's discouraging, or if you can find a healthy way to approach that at all. Overall, channel restless energy into practical thinking! Merge your inner child & dreamer with the mature self. Ask your guides for help creating success in whatever you do!

Extra Details: reading cards/cartomancy—some of you scrap readings abruptly when you struggle (or other hobbies). This guide helps with this sometimes, especially if words or thoughts come to mind until you get the right one, as if your guide reads with you. This guide is particular (Virgo energy, you or them), and doesn’t want you to quit too easily. If you read cards (esp if you only read tarot) your guide may encourage you to expand such as trying a new form of card reading (again this may fit another hobby). Diane, Mr Peanut Butter, or Penny from Bojack, E. Asia, Japan, coastal area or island (can also be family history, an interest), Greece, things that creep out or sadden others but are significant or interesting to you, Peppermint- Jack Stauber. “Find a penny, pick it up, all day long you’ll have good luck!” Cloves, picking somewhere to move, esp to a city/ university/ near the ocean, inner child, fruit, childhood home/town, playing house as a kid, writing/songwriting, singing (“he never said I couldnt sIiiiIng”), singing as a child in a group or specific place, passed down songs, sketching fruit, interests from childhood, cartoons, codename: KND, Chowder (show), eye dr, surgeon, exam, paying for certification

For clair-people: if you ever feel a guide going NOO >:( especially if it feels disproportionate to the situation or while you’re doing your spiritual practice— I think that’s the masculine guide I described lol. They may be a bit jarring to your energy but they don’t mean you poorly, they just have something like a dry sense of humor and don’t adjust their tone lol but you can always set boundaries if you want

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Pile 4 💦🦊⛲️

[I Wonder What Will Happen Next, princess of swords, six of swords]

Hello pile #4! For many of you this guide seems to be a past life connection and/or relative. There’s a child-like joy, so you could’ve known this guide in your youth in a past life (or this one?), and/or they could have died young. Or, they are just connected to this side of themselves, as there’s also wisdom + older energies mixed in there for some.

This guide has a major affinity to water, in their lifetime(s) the coast or water in general was significant to them. They like and encourage you to spend time with water. At first I saw a beach with no one else around (this could be their past life or your current one), but then I got something about you going to a water park, so even though this guide prefers peace & quiet, they love water and you having fun or embracing your inner child more lol. This guide is related to the home, as well as quiet outings in nature—especially in the Summer. They are very related to your recuperation in these spaces; they’re big on the effect your surroundings create on the mind. They enjoy when you do comfy or rejuvenating activities in the home, like baking cookies because they keep excitedly showing me these fresh hot cookies lol. Their focus is on you using these times well to have the “wherewithal” to go forward in the world, especially if your life has been more about rest or “focus” recently? They want you to take resting or relaxing seriously as your foundation. They also encourage you to recuperate your thoughts + organize your mind during these times, so that you’re clear-headed going forward and know what is true. Your guide came in with the word “quiet” which I see but it’s funny because when this energy wants to say something I feel they say it really loud and pointedly lol. Like they ARE quiet or you may notice a stillness when they’re around? But, when they’re excited they energetically shout like a happy child. Another thing about the guides in this pile is many seem to have lived possibly a few hundred or more years ago, because they use somewhat archaic or very specific language. They have an affinity or relation to older architecture and a time when there was less human impact everywhere. You may notice a pull towards things related to them or that they like, especially water and coastal areas, older architecture, older media (even songs from a few decades ago), calm environments, or a pull to take walks in nature (especially the woods). For many, either you or this guide has a significant relation to Britain.

Extra Guide Details: quiet, the ocean—especially a beach with little to no human activity, relaxing at home, egrets/herons or other waterfowl, cookies (very significant), homely (cozy), rushing water, sailing or travel over water, trust/truth, alone in nature, past life connections, water park, nostalgia/ older media, church or a place of spiritual beauty (the emphasis is on the physical building and how it affects one’s mind rather than religion itself, though if you are religious they encourage you in your faith), baptisms or initiations (extra significant; this period of your life may be an initiation into the next especially in spirituality.

[Find the Lesson, Extremism, Resistance, 9 of pentacles, the High Priestess, Eihwaz]

This guide wants you to incorporate a lesson into your life you’ve been resisting. There’s something you or someone with a strong relation to you is struggling to accept, and it’s getting to the point where your/their behavior or mentality is getting more unstable as this is resisted. This could be something like refusing to accept a love situation is over or didn’t have a chance, and instead getting more aggressive or obsessive about love. It seems strong emotion is involved, but it doesn’t have to be love, just any situation that’s tough to swallow or has resulted in “acting out.” Take a higher perspective, and take time to appreciate the learning aspect of this experience, as there’s a lot of growth it could provide. Introspection, deep reflection, prayer, or spiritual practice with the intent of clarity & understanding are encouraged. If this is someone close, your guides still want you to learn something, such as boundaries or paying more attention to who’s unstable towards you + protecting your energy. There’s a point about raising stability & independence, and communicating what needs to be said without going overboard or blowing up. You seem to already know this with the high priestess. You’re aware of this needing your attention or “cooperation." Or, you’re aware of a lesson on some level, but your guides want you to act accordingly and not just look the other way lol.

Once you “maintain” or integrate this lesson, it’ll be easier to move into a financial blessing or material success, especially if you’re planning something but feel overwhelmed or lack the resources. I’m not sure why the word maintain came to mind, maybe this is a continuous lesson but you backpedal, such as setting boundaries but making concessions on them. If so, your guide wants you to maintain the lesson learned. Maybe that’s also why the word cooperation came to mind; your guides want you to cooperate with them on moving forward. Also, if one of the things you’re “yearning” for is increased spiritual awareness or ability, then this guide is saying that resolving this situation and accepting it is what’ll bring you closer to your spirituality. Especially if you’ve been going overboard with spiritual things to the point where it’s affecting your mental health. Overall, your guides stress balance, discipline, and willpower.

Extra Details: a very large building with older architecture and a central courtyard between the buildings, like a university or a very old church? Needing to communicate something (like an important conversation you’re preparing for or putting off) (this guide is helping with this). A recent breakup/rejection or putting off a breakup (don’t force this to fit, whoever this applies to already knows. Could also be a platonic breakup or familial separation). Edinburgh. Yoga. Ancestors (again for some of you this could be a relative). “Cosmic phenomenon” (the sky, seeing something in the sky, or things happening in the night sky? As well as the movement of things through space such as astrology/astronomy). Animals, particularly those that accompany you when in nature; they could be related to your guide. Especially a red fox in the woods? Sail Away- The Long Faces. The guides in this pile were very lovely energy to interact with n_n. Also if you read any cards, when this guide is around you may notice an urge to read without reversals. Pile 6 may be significant if you were already drawn to it.

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Pile 5 🌳🃏🌌

[2 of cups rx, 3 of wands, 10 of swords, King of Swords, 3 of wands rx, the hierophant, bottom of a different deck is also the hierophant]

Hello pile 5! Your guide didn't come through with much about themselves except that it’s a feminine energy. They’re focused on you/ don’t need to describe themselves specifically at this time. Instead, your cards tell your guide’s relationship to you. This guide is like a personal teacher or shows you how to cut through lessons. This guide’s presence and influence is most felt or seen in emotional lessons, as their energy provides much needed balance. When you’re going through an emotional situation— especially from a “failing?” or ending relationship—this guide helps incorporate logic & mental fortitude into your thoughts. It’s interesting that there’s the three of wands twice from different decks, causing the figures in the cards to mirror each other. While you are trying to heal emotionally and facing the future, this guide is also doing work on the other side, looking into and guiding you in the future. Imagine walking down a path in the forest, and there’s someone extremely tall with you who can see far ahead on the path, see the obstacles that need to be cleared, as well as which paths are least treacherous, it’s like that. In this second three of wands, a female figure towers over a town, holding a little ship and looking out into the sea; that represents how your guide looks out for you. Your guide has much to teach you, they bring wisdom and help you find the lesson in endings and trials you go through. They’re like a school teacher with a much more personal sense of responsibility, guidance, and protection over you. The energy reminds me of an ancestor, though that’s just for some, but the sense of responsibility is similar at least. It could even be a passed on parent/guardian, grandma, great grandma etc. If a situation is not helping you grow, if something holds you back or blinds you, this guide may “cut to the chase” and intervene. The hierophant also came out twice. This guide is very “I said what I said,” like when someone is authentic nothing they do needs further explanation, it is what it is. Similar to how an adult may do something for our own good growing up, and we don’t understand their perspective until later. They may work with a higher energy or group to guide you. If you have faith or worship-based practices, that may be significant to this guide or the energy they use to help you.

Extra Guide Details: the energy didn’t bring forward many details, and ones that did come out are ultra specific. This guide is very wise and a little on the serious or quiet side, but kind with vast knowledge. Maybe even having ancient knowledge, for some. If you work with herbs for your spirituality, especially for spiritual insight or travel, that’s significant to this guide and they may be especially present then—though they help bring you some of that insight even if you don’t do that. Your guide gives off a primordial, vast, ancient, or powerful feeling; not necessarily that old but their breadth of wisdom makes them feel that way. “Big bang” & “solar flare” came out so those may be significant, though I feel they also symbolically describe the energy of your guide. They have had many experiences or lessons, and are now able to impart what they know on you. They have gone through similar things to what you have if not the same in their time, so that’s part of why they’re able to help. If this guide is not an ancestor, and it’s not for some, then they may work or interact with yours.

[4 of diamonds, 7 of spades, 6 of hearts, 8 of hearts, ace of spades, Jack of hearts, A Moment’s Regret]

Your guide has a past, present, future message. In the past, this pile was enjoying relative stability. There were feelings you felt very secure in, literally somehow your material security may have been significant. Examples are (but not only) a friend group or going out with friends a lot, a serious relationship including engagements/ marriage, a relationship with shared finances, relative stability and contentment with those around you or in the family, positive financial investing/planning. Something happened that pulled the rug out from under your feet. A loss or sudden perspective shift of what you had emotionally, and this could have suddenly impacted your finances or sense of security. For some of you, there could have been some kind of legal proceedings or official documents you had to go through because of this situation, which added difficulty to an already shocking time. You had something fulfilling or at least something normal and then some kind of grief took over, a huge ending that feels sudden. Some of you felt something was off but didn’t engage with that feeling as things seemed okay. Your guide’s message of the future, which I think is very fitting considering I talked of them looking out onto your path, is that it all depends on your choice. In your future I see opportunities for emotional healing or intimacy, but the growth you take from this situation depends on you. This is especially true if this has to do with other people like an ex; what your emotions look like going forward will depend on if you’re willing to invest in something new and truly stable (yourself) as opposed to things that only seem nice but cannot hold against the test of time. Regardless, your future may have some healing connections in it with friends, family, or others; there may be opportunities to grow something real if you’re willing to rebuild that vulnerability and inner stability. If you commit to your own emotions and apply wisdom even when you’re going through this dark change, the light at the end of the tunnel is very bright and will give way to better things “no matter what,” but life is still what you make of it.

As the final advice, “a moment’s regret” reiterates what I said. In the future, you may be faced with the “test” of the lesson. There may be a situation to see what you have learned and if you’re sticking to your guns emotionally, to see if you are committed to bettering yourself. Your guide says don’t “fiddle around” (lol), thinking that you’ve done the wrong thing, trying to think about if things were different, if you could go back, if you gave something bad another try, if if if. Stay present and look at the facts. If you’re committed to yourself and not sacrificing yourself for others, or sacrificing your wellbeing for a moment’s pleasure, then you can guide yourself to a better situation always. This is especially for you if you have a situation with an ex or an emotional vice/crutch. Good luck & good job pile 5, you can do it!

Extra Details: mugwort, astral or spiritual travel/flight, great grandmothers or grandmothers, ancestral line, grieving a loss, 111, divorce, thinking of someone’s health, social drinking or overdoing it (and healing from this). If you read cards your guide really emphasized “shuffle better” 😭 if you don’t already shuffle a lot lol. Gambling, recovering from an addiction or vice (I hear “social addiction”)? Long term relationship suddenly ended. Don’t look at the past with rose-tinted glasses. E/ SE Asia; [not only] Vietnam, Japan, China (especially if there’s ancestry or a family member served there). If none of this reading resonated or makes you worried because this is not you right now then this is not the right pile for you and another pile is more appropriate, especially if you felt drawn to 3. If you did resonate with this, and you already felt drawn to pile 1 or 6, that may be significant. If you work with your guides directly I feel this guide may be one that says what they have to say and then leaves like they have things to do, and while you may feel them around a lot they don’t necessarily “linger” or stay outside of a specific moment.

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Pile 6 👸📿🏡

[the Empress, two of cups, Status]

Hello pile 6! Your guide has very strong feminine energy and is likely a close relative in your family tree, even one you knew in your lifetime. This could mainly be a mother or grandmother as there’s a very strong maternal bond or feeling. It could also be other close feminine loved ones like a sister (especially twin sister), wife, aunt, cousin, even a really close best friend. It’s possible for them to be farther along in your lineage but for most this guide has a direct relationship to you. The work they put into their lifetime may have had a direct effect on yours, like your family’s current financial status, house, or belongings may be tied to this individual, others who live in your home, or others you have a close relationship to. There’s a close connection and need to guide you, like it's a continuation of their life or natural for them. If you knew each other while they were alive, you possibly had an intertwined but complicated relationship, things left unresolved. If this resonates to someone specific in your life or family, and that person’s partner also passed (a passed mother + father, grandmother grandfather etc), they collaborate with them to help you. They also guide the people around you in a way that helps, especially family. This guide is either important spiritually or important to YOU spiritually which would make sense if this is a loved one; I feel this is one of your main guides or the guidance they give you carries a lot of spiritual weight (guiding you may be important for them in their journey also). I got a very specific message for someone that if you have a connection to a female deity/ entity (especially if you have a maternal view of them or view them as more of a mother than your own?) and you became a part of her following, this could represent her. For very few of you this could even represent a living relative whom you have a very close connection to; they may somehow help you on an astral or some other level, especially if they pray a lot. If this pile doesn’t resonate even a little, another pile is a better option!

Extra Guide Details: praying & chanting out loud or reciting mantras especially in a temple, prayer beads, kneeling or bowing during prayer or ceremony, video games (literal games or the song), cactus (you may have had a prickly relationship with this guide, or this could be otherwise significant or symbolic), family (if you are not related to this guide I feel you still know their family), uncles are significant. Spiritual protector. Mirroring. Spiritual Elder or mentor, "spiritual ancestor" (someone who is not necessarily blood related but somehow elder to you in your belief, or an ancestor who was very spiritual/religious). Folk or indigenous practices

[King of Diamonds, 9 of diamonds, 9 of spades, 7 of diamonds, Jack of hearts, ace of hearts, ace of spades, King of clubs]

Your guide is bringing attention to some upheaval in your life. Something is in the process of changing or has already changed in your family or home. Some of you may have experienced a loss (especially a younger person in the family), and/or there may have been a transformation of finances. Examples include receiving money suddenly but having to spend it, a change in career, inheritance, etc. This could also apply to someone close to you or in your home, especially if you did recently have a loss then I think you’ll be observing the effects of this on someone, especially a male relative. There could be a family gathering related to this. This change of people or finances could have seemed coincidental or the timing could have been very specific but I’m not sure how; someone could have felt it coming. The cards show that though tumultuous, change has its allotted time in our life.

Fate is a culmination of time, but also our own efforts. This change brings beginnings to you or your loved one’s lives, and a chance to transform both pain and good things. If there is anything you feel passionate about at this time or would like to invest into, now is a very good time to think of or work towards that. Especially if you are grieving something, using that grief to propel you to new phases will help you grow. Other people around you (including bosses) or your family could be helpful at this time, or you to them. We can’t always choose endings, but we can often choose beginnings. Allow yourself to be transformed by that which happens to you, and in turn, see the changes in the transformations you create.

Extra Details: living in a city/fast-paced life (current or dreaming of it), somewhere that feels like a fairytale, travel over water or a home near water, castles, emotionally or financially investing, taking a leap of faith or risk. Spiritual hygiene, protection, and grounding are important if you feel vulnerable right now—your mental state influences your spiritual perception. If you feel overwhelmed feel free to take a break from spiritual practice or routines. Cleansing the home may help a lot. Your guide helps protect you but wants you to keep yourself grounded as well. New jobs or developments in jobs like a bonus or check. Financial decisions related to events out of one’s control. Fluctuations in finances. Cooking/ cooking with family. Happenstance, coincidental, or seemingly fated events. New beginnings (including meeting someone interesting or helpful) that may bring financial or emotional blessings but there’s a need to keep a level head and be reflective. Going where you’re appreciated, physical changes in the home. New business idea or passion. Divination practices (this may be one thing to take a break from if you feel overwhelmed). Reaping what was sown, harvest time. Something about being bullied or for some of you maybe your guide was bullied in life? If that resonates I especially feel this is a time for you to reap blessings but also to seek them. Making the most of something, blessings whose effect depends on your effort & perspective. Emotionally protecting oneself, using logic about things which emotionally rile you (like love interests or sudden whims). You guys are most likely to have another significant pile if you felt called to another one.

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trixy812 · 2 months ago

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⋆｡‧˚ʚ You have all my support ɞ˚‧｡⋆ pt 2

{Nanami Kento x reader}

ִֶָ࣪☾. Content: kento nanami x reader, just fluff, comfort, friends to lovers, nightmare, digimon mentioned!, i really think nanami looks at memes like parents look at memes xdxd (don't forget we are in year 2007ish)

ִֶָ࣪☾. Summary: It was inevitable. Kento Nanami and you became friends.

ִֶָ࣪☾. AN: Hello! I bring you guys part two, I took longer than I expected. Yesterday, I had a very calm nightshift and decided to finally write this second part, i really liked how it turn out. I really want to encourage you all to leave comments because that would help me a lot now that I'm just starting to write! extra: i really want to thank my twiniieee @totallygyomeiswife because she helped to organize my thought and how i want this fic to keep going.

Edit: I noticed some inconsistencies so, I corrected few words & numbers! Thank you again for reading 📚 I am excited to keep writing this 🥰

pt. 1 - pt. 2 - pt. 3 - pt. 4

Omakes Reader meets Gojo First time

🅼🅰🆂🆃🅴🆁🅻🅸🆂🆃

It’s been several months since Haibara’s death, and while Nanami remains the serious, reserved man everyone knows, something has subtly changed in him. In these past months, he’s allowed himself to trust you, finding quiet comfort in your friendship. You've always been there for him, offering support without demands or expectations. Yet Haibara’s memory still casts a long shadow, and sometimes his dreams dredge up painful scenes, reminding him of everything he's lost.

One night, after an especially vivid nightmare where he relives those haunting images of Haibara, Nanami wakes up, gasping for air. Without thinking, he picks up his phone and sends you a message:

Are you awake?

Your response comes almost immediately.

Of course! I’m always awake. You couldn’t sleep again, could you?

Despite the lingering weight of his nightmare, Nanami can’t help but smile slightly.

Do you ever actually sleep?

It’s my superpower! you reply, adding a sunglasses emoji.

Just as he’s about to put his phone down, he sees a notification from you—an image attachment. Curious, he opens it to see a meme of a concerned-looking dog, accompanied by the huge caption: “Your life is as worrisome as my face!” Nanami frowns, confused by the image.

Whose dog is that? he asks.

That doesn’t matter! Just laugh! It’s funny, right?

It seems we have different definitions of funny, he replies, teasing you. But he’s unable to stop himself from smiling, finding a strange comfort in your lightheartedness, and grateful for the brief escape from his thoughts.

Later that day, the two of you meet up at an arcade. You've set your sights on a claw machine with a Palmon plush, and after several failed attempts, you’re determined to get it. The lights and sounds around you barely register; all your attention is on the machine and on winning that Palmon.

Nanami watches from behind, arms crossed, his expression showing his skepticism. “Are you seriously going to keep going? You’ve already spent 3,000 yen. This is ridiculous.”

Without looking away from the machine, you throw him a quick glance. “Yes! I need it. Palmon is beautiful, and I won’t be able to sleep if I don’t win it.”

Nanami raises an eyebrow, doubtful. “Is it really that important?”

“Obviously!” You pout, looking at him with that mix of determination and stubbornness he’s come to recognize. That blend of energy and defiance stirs something in him, and he blurts out a suggestion he hadn’t even thought through

“Come study with me at Jujutsu High.”

The proposal surprises both of you, and you stop playing for a moment, though you keep your hand firmly on the joystick to hold your spot. Smiling, you look at him with a mix of affection and amusement.

“That’s not going to happen. I’ll never be a sorcerer. Not even you could change my mind, Nanami.”

A faint blush rises to your cheeks as you say his name, wondering if you’ve let slip too much. You seem about to say something more, but he interrupts, his voice soft and sorrowful.

“I’m alone now. I was left alone”

His words strike you, and though you want to tell him how much he means to you, how you've had a crush on him for months now but you know it’s not the right moment. He’s still too vulnerable, and you wouldn’t want to take advantage of that. Instead, you try to lighten the mood.

“My dad always used to say, ‘You go to school to study, not to make friends,’” you say, imitating your father’s voice and holding a finger under your nose as if you had a mustache. Nanami watches, but the sadness doesn’t leave his gaze.

Finally, you look him in the eyes, speaking with quiet sincerity. “You have all my support, Nanami. You know that, right?”

Nanami meets your eyes, and for a moment, his expression softens, the sadness easing a little. “Thank you,” he murmurs, and you notice a hint of peace behind his smile.

“After school, you probably have homework, just like me,” you suggest, taking a breath. “How about you come to my house every day after classes, and we do it together? Studying will be easier if we have each other’s company.”

Nanami looks at you, a bit taken aback by the suggestion, but he finds himself surprisingly comforted by the idea. Even though he knows your schoolwork might be very different from his own, the thought reassures him.

“And what about your hospital volunteering? Don’t you have to go?” he asks, concern creeping into his voice.

You wave his concern off. “I’ll do it on weekends. There are fewer people, and I can hide what I’m doing more easily. Don’t worry.” You think to yourself that you will have to do an extra year of volunteering because you are going to reduce your hours a week, but it doesn't bother you at all.

Nanami nods, and without another word, he steps toward the claw machine, nudging you aside gently. Reaching into his pocket, he inserts 100 yen. And as the good sorcerer he is, it looks like magic, the claw captures the Palmon on the first try.

As soon as you see the plush descending, you let out a shout of pure joy, bouncing with excitement. Nanami pulls it from the machine and hands it to you.

“Thank you so much, Kento!” you exclaim, hugging the plush tightly, and realizing, as your face flushes, that you’ve called him by his first name.

Nanami blinks, surprised, but then he smiles, seeing you so happy. For a moment, he catches a glimpse of Haibara in your lively expression, just like that day when you met, and the thought fills him with an unexpected peace.

“So, what time should I be coming to your house to keep up with your ‘plan’?” he asks, his tone faintly teasing.

Unable to help it, your smile grew even wider, thrilled to have the Palmon in your hands, happy that Nanami won it for you, ecstatic because you know you'll see him more often, just as you've dreamed awake before going to sleep, you respond, “Let’s meet at Akihabara station after school, and then we can go together. Does that sound good?”

Nanami nods, satisfied with the plan. “Perfect.” With a slight blush, he murmurs almost to himself, but just loud enough for you to hear, “Keep calling me Kento.”

pt. 1 - pt. 2 - pt. 3 - pt. 4

Omakes

Reader meets Gojo

First time

🅼🅰🆂🆃🅴🆁🅻🅸🆂🆃

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fan-fantasies · 1 year ago

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It’s the Accent

A/N: twice in one day? You guys are spoiled 😏

Pairing: Rhea Ripley x reader

Summary: what happens when your celebrity crush is your coworker?

Warnings: none?

You were waiting in the locker room between segments, scrolling through Tiktok mindlessly while the other girls were chatting.

“Sooo who’s yours?” Liv asked with a giggle.

“Who’s my what now?” You asked, looking up from your phone.

“Your celebrity crush, weren’t you even listening?” Sonya said.

“Oh um, I don’t know. No one comes to mind,” you lied.

“Boo, that’s no fun! Tell us!” They demanded.

“Fineee, if I had to choose I guess Ruby Rose,” you sighed. It wasn’t a lie, you found her to be pretty attractive. She definitely fit your type pretty well. Speaking of your type…

“Why do you need Ruby Rose when you could have this Australian babe?” Rhea asked, entering the room after her promo. You looked over at her and she flexed for you, making you laugh.

“I feel like everyone’s had a crush on her so that doesn’t count. What about another one?” Liv pressured you for more info.

“Me, obviously,” Rhea said, coming to sit next to you, slinging an arm around you.

“Is that true?” Liv asked you. She was one of the only ones that knew about your big little crush on Rhea. You gave her a death stare before awkwardly clearing your throat.

“Well-“

“Next segment is up, let’s go!” One of the directors said, poking her head into the room pointing at you.

“Saved by the ring bell!” You laughed, happily skipping out of the room, much to Liv’s dismay. So close.

You finished up your segment and went to gather your things, already being done for the night. You expected the locker room to be empty, but to your surprise Rhea was still in there taking off her makeup.

“Oh hey, great job tonight,” you said.

“Thanks, love. Same to you,” she smiled.

She finished up what she was doing and came toward you. You froze instantly, not expecting her to be so close to you when you looked up.

“So tell me, what is it about Ruby that gets you going?” She asked, placing her hand on the locker next to you, caging you in.

“Excuse me?”

“Is it is the hair? Tattoos? I bet it’s the accent, isn’t it?” She asked, getting closer to you.

“I mean… all of it?” You squeaked.

“Good to know, gorgeous,” she chuckled.

“Hey, Rhea, you ready to go?” Damian called into the locker room.

“Yeah, be right there,” she called back, looking down at you with a smirk. “See you around, babe.”

“Bye?” You said as she left, leaving you utterly confused.

You quickly pulled out your phone and called the only person you could think of that might know something.

“Hey, what’s up?” Liv asked, finally answering.

“Did you tell Rhea anything?”

“I tell her lots of things; what in particular are you talking about?”

“You know what! She’s just been acting weird tonight and I think she’s toying with me,” you sighed.

“Or- maybe she likes you too? And this is her way of breaking the ice?” She suggested. You scoffed.

“Yeah okay, she’d never like me like that.”

“You need to be more confident. You’re a catch! Just talk to her,” Liv sighed. “I have to go but maybe text her?”

“I’ll think about it.”

“Do it! Bye!”

You hung up with a frustrated sigh. You didn’t want to let yourself believe that Rhea could like you. You didn’t want to get your hopes up just to be let down.

Before leaving, you noticed a sweater sitting on the makeup chair- Rhea’s sweater. You picked it up and held it close. You scoffed at yourself, feeling like a weirdo.

“It won’t hurt anyone,” you mumbled to yourself, slipping it on. You told yourself that you were chilly and it was easier than just carrying it with your stuff.

You made your way out of the arena and were stopped by a few fans outside. You happily took pictures with them, promising to find them on Instagram. You quickly opened your app once you were in your car, easily finding the tagged picture. You reposted it to your story with a simple heart emoji.

You drove to the hotel and made your way to your room. You checked your phone and your heart nearly stopped.

From: Mami 😍

You look real cute in my sweater 😏

Shit, shit, shit. She must’ve seen the picture you reposted. You started to panic. She didn’t seem mad but you had to come up with a response.

Cute enough that you’ll let me borrow it more often?

You left it in the locker room so I figured I’d snag it for you 😊

From: Mami 😍

You can borrow anything of mine whenever you want, gorgeous 😉

You’re such a sweetheart!

Your heart was beating faster and faster with each passing moment, you thought it might explode.

I’ll keep that in mind 😋 I’m gonna head to bed. I’ll see you tomorrow!

You panicked so you took an easy out from the conversation. You knew you’d eventually say something embarrassing so you had to end it before it even really began.

From: Mami 😍

Sleep well, Angel. Dream of me 😏

You set your phone down and took a calming breath. Was she really flirting with you? It sure seemed like it. You jumped as you heard your phone go off on the table.

From: Liv 💕

How do you go from barely talking to her to wearing her clothes in one night? Nice one!

Just a happy accident!

You couldn’t help but smile to yourself. You would’ve slept in the sweater if it was up to you, but you figured she wouldn’t want it back all wrinkled. You set it on the chair with your things and went to bed with a smile on your face.

The next morning you packed your things quickly and headed to get coffee before your flight. You met up with Liv in the airport who you filled in on your little text conversation from the previous night.

“She so likes you!”

“Or maybe she’s just joking around,” you countered.

“Girl, shut up. She’s so flirting with you!” She squealed happily.

“Keep it down!” You hushed, eyes starting to turn toward the two of you. As if on queue, the object of your conversation came toward you.

“Ladies, how are we doing this fine morning?” She asked with a huge smile.

“Good! I was just telling her how amazing she looked in your sweater,” Liv nudged you with her arm.

“She did, didn’t she?” Rhea chuckled. “Although I can’t say I’m not disappointed you’re not wearing it today.”

“Oh! I just figured you’d want it back,” you said shyly.

“Nah, you can keep it warm for me,” she said with a wink. Dominik caught her attention and waved her over. “See you on the flight, sweetheart.”

“What, am I chopped liver now?” Liv scoffed after she walked away.

“Oh shut up,” you laughed. You pulled the sweater from your bag and slipped it on. Liv was giving you the biggest shit-eating grin you’d ever seen. You rolled your eyes and flipped her off.

The flight began to board and Liv insisted on the window seat. Rhea noticed you put her sweater on and she couldn’t help but smile. Dom elbowed her in the side and gave her a smirk.

She was on the opposite side of the aisle and a few seats up which gave you the perfect opportunity to steal glances without anyone noticing. What you did notice, however, was the few times Rhea turned around and snuck a peek at you.

From: Mami 😍

Do I have something on the back of my head? 😏

Your eyes shot up and you could see her smirking from the side.

How would you know I’m looking at you if you aren’t looking at me?

Smooth, you mentally facepalmed.

From: Mami 😍

So I like to look at beautiful things, sue me 😅

So go look in a mirror then 😋

Smooth, you smirked to yourself. You saw Rhea turn around and this time she made eye contact with you. She gave you an impressed nod.

You weren’t sure where the confidence was coming from but you knew it was only over text and if she tried to flirt in person, you’d turn into a fumbling, bumbling mess.

From Mami 😍

Surprised you didn’t tell me to go look at Ruby Rose.

Why would anyone look at her when they can look at you? Couldn’t exactly say my celebrity crush is you, now could I?

You took your chance and held your breath. You put your phone down, refusing to look at her response. A voice came over the intercom telling everyone to put devices away and to prepare for landing.

Rhea looked back at you one more time but you wouldn’t look up. You knew you were in deep and you weren’t quite sure where to go from there.

The plane landed and you quickly gathered your things and were first in line to get off- but Rhea wasn’t far behind.

Once you were off the plane, you only intent was finding your ride to the hotel. It seems Rhea had similar plans because she was hot on your trail.

Before you could even get to your car, she was opening the door for you.

“After you, babe,” she nodded. You gave her a curious look but got in without question. She got in on the other side and the car pulled away.

“Yes. Yes you very much could’ve said it.” She said seemingly out of nowhere.

“What?”

“That I was your celebrity crush. You should have just said that. I mean…only if it’s true.”

Now it was her turn to get nervous. She fidgeted with her hands in her lap.

“I mean…It’s not-not true,” you mumbled. She gently took one of your hands in hers and you finally looked at her.

“So why didn’t you say that in the first place?” She asked.

“Because I know you and I don’t take rejection well. You’re you and I’m…just me.” You sighed.

“Yeah, you’re you. You’re gorgeous, funny, and incredibly talented. There’s no way in hell I would reject you,” she told you.

“Really?”

“Well there is one condition,” she said, giving you a serious look. Your heart dropped. “You have to wear my clothes more often.”

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“I think I can do that,” you laughed. She dipped her head down and captured your lips in a sweet kiss which you deepened. When you finally broke away she was smirking at you.

“It’s the accent, isn’t it?”

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#rhea ripley x reader #rhea ripley #wwe #wwe rhea ripley #rhea ripley fluff #rhea ripley fanfiction

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sulumuns-dootah · 1 month ago

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can I request a Paimon fic where they and MC go on a picnic date?

Paimon x gn!Reader - Chocolate covered strawberries♡

⟡ Masterlist ⟡

A/N: I haven't written anything for Paimon in so long and only now realised how much I missed it! No relationship is specified, but it is one where you two are okay with a lot of physical contact ^^

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

'Y/N~! Come quicklyyy! I'm at: ' a rather alarming message from Paimon read. The lack of emojis or any other indicator of tone or context made you worried about their safety after they sent you a location which indicates they're on the outskirts of Gehenna where angel attacks are more common.

Your fear is quickly replaced with confusion once yous tart nearing the place Paimon sent you. There are no signs of angels nor attacks. Instead, upon getting closer, you notice Paimon under one of the gorgeous, ancient Hell oaks on something that looks like pink tartan blanket.

It takes a second to shake away the adrenaline from thinking you're rushing to help a dying demon and only after the initial shock you finally realise what's actually happening.

"Pai, what is this? You almost scared me to death! I thought you were getting attacked!" you scold the adorable demon, still catching your breath from running most of the way and then having to climb the rather steep hill.

"Oh~?... I'm sorryyy, Y/N! I didn't mean tooo... It's just that I noticed that the chocolate on the straberries I made was starting to meltttt." Paimon sadly pouts, looking down at the red fruit in their hands.

Looking around you notice all the various foods and snacks alongside two full wine glasses and a bottle of your favorite drink. A... picnic?

Paimon notices your puzzled expression and giggles while getting up from the ground, handing you one fo the glasses that are now in their hands, "Well~, you did say nobody's ever invited you to a real dateeee, so I wanted to be the first oneee!"

"Aw, that's so sweet of you! Thanks!" you light up and accept the drink handed to you. Your legs slightly shake from the workout as you're sitting down while trying not to spill your drink.

"I hopeee you like what I've gotten for youuu! I asked His Majesty Satan to help me pickkk~!" Paimon takes their seat beside you and you only now realise why all of a sudden Satan liberated you of all duties for the rest of the day. He knew all along.

"Don't worry Pai, I'll like whatever you've picked for me! Sometimes you even know me better than I know myself!" you smile widely with genuine happiness.

"Aw~! Y/N~! You're so cuteee!" the demons queals and squishes their cheek against yours. A sweet smell of cotton candy and fruity bubblegum only now reaches your nose and it reminds you why you like Paimon so much. Their cheery attitude is a breath of fresh air amongst all the demons with dark auras.

The two of you sit, eat and chat for so long, the sun's gone down and the first shy stars start appearing on the darkening horizon. When you first came to Hell, you didn't expect to see stars with Heaven right above you, but as it turns out, there are visible stars, and even more beautiful than those on earth.

"Y/N~ I'm glad you're hereee. And I don't mean here as in hereee, but here in general~! You make us all so happyyy~" Paimon sighs, leaning back against a pillow next to you as you're both staring up at the millions of glowing dots.

"Aw, Pai! I'm super glad to be here too!" you giggle and lean back next to Paimon who pulls you in for cuddles.

As the night progresses, the two of you eventually fall asleep together only to be woken up in the morning by Zagan who was tasked to go look for you to make sure you're both okay.

#what in hell is bad #what in “hell” is bad?#whb paimon

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verxsyon · 2 years ago

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·:*¨༺ ❝ !𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋 ❞

!steal: a command set by your significant other who accidentally walks in during one of your streams. response: chat already forgot about their favorite strimmer (streamer). he has stolen the show.

✧ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. isagi yoichi + bachira meguru + chigiri hyoma + kunigami rensuke + barou shouei + niko ikki + mikage reo + nagi seishiro + itoshi rin + itoshi sae x gn!reader

✧ 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭. headcanon (written) ; 1.2k

✧ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞. established relationship au, streamer au ; fluff

✧ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. allusions to nudity (kunigami)

✧ 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚. i’m finally putting my streamer status to good use! (ahaha, shameless promo: check my pinned for my twitch channel! variety but mostly honkai and genshin so far.) bllk singlehandedly pulled me out of my one-month hiatus lol.

𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐲𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢. checks up on you on a regular basis to see how you’re doing. if applicable, he’ll inform you that his parents stopped by to drop off gifts for you, which happens very frequently, to thank you for treating their son with so much love. observant; knows when to not go to your room as you’ll be busy streaming, and that’s because it’s been hours since you showed up at his side. this time, however, he fails to read the message his parents sent of visiting the both of you until the very last minute. sprints to your room, forgetting that you’re streaming, then apologizes profusely and leaves. you just sit confused, and your chat’s imploring you to drag your cute s/o back.

𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮. likes to pull pranks and other questionable things to get your attention, especially when you’re playing intense games that require so much investment, which can be good times to scare you. ever since the very beginning of your streaming career, he has been swinging around your setup like a jungle gym to see if he can distract you. now in subsequent streams, his distractions created a competition between the both of you to see which of you will reach your goal. for this round, he successfully led to your death against a mini boss and his conditions are to just hold him. with your chat in awe of his determination, you chide them to not credit him at all.

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐢 𝐡𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐚. is bored out of his mind. his skincare routines don’t help make you magically appear next to him. grows very impatient, deciding to bring nail polish and makeup pouches to your room so he can spend time with you already that way. blocks out your setup and the chat from his mind so you can be the only one who matters at this moment. of course you need both hands to navigate through your games, but eventually give into his requests because he misses you, even though in close proximity. you switch to another scene to talk with your audience while he paints your nails. off the side, but your chat ogles at his hands with sweat drops and eye emojis.

𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞. was working out when all of a sudden he hears you scream. worried about the possibility of you getting injured, he immediately ditches his routine and rushes to your side, only to see “game over” displayed on your screen and your head on your desk. he doesn’t know that your facecam is on every stream, so when you look up, you scream even louder when his naked torso is exposed to your viewers — thousands of them. he ignores your question of why he’s in your room shirtless, asking if you’re okay. you apologize for scaring him to death, missing out on an outburst of “muscles” in all caps and all other down badness in the chat.

𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐞𝐢. glares a hole into your soul in the background, much like the supernatural creatures you’ve encountered in horror games on stream. the genre becomes so addicting that you’ve forgotten to take care of things around the house while he’s gone. he’s mad, but becomes more concerned because just from a single glance, he can tell that you haven’t taken breaks. takes the liberty to finish up your share and will cook your favorite food. scolds your chat instead for not looking after you properly and tells them to do better. one half gushes over his endearment while the other half types out… some interesting animalistic sounds about his tone of voice then.

𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐨 𝐢𝐤𝐤𝐢. barges in sometimes to borrow some of your belongings for… pretty much everything. it’s a running joke in your community for you to ask your viewers to donate to the “niko [insert whatever he borrowed that day] foundation”. he’s also a well-known streamer so everyone’s been wondering why he hasn’t taken the initiative to buy the necessities for his setup rather than borrowing yours every time. the reason is simple; he’s been your fan before the two of you started dating, and having your belongings nearby is proof of your support for his career. flatly denies it, but the amount of coos in the chatbox makes him super flustered.

𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐨. surprises you with a new complete set of equipment to celebrate your milestone. not an expert in streaming in contrast to what everyone expects from a jack of all trades, but his connections with tech companies taught him what he needed to know. despite being told of your plan to use the donations from your viewers to upgrade at least one component of your setup, he says you deserve an upgrade of your entire set from working extremely hard to make a name for yourself in the streamer world. he kisses you as a reward which makes your chat malfunction with keyboard smashes. when he leaves, they beg him to come back to give them kisses as well.

𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐬𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨. trudges into your room with a groan that resembles the enemies in the game you’re streaming. he doesn’t pay attention to himself being shown live unkempt; his priority was to get you to cuddle with him. he latches onto your back by draping his arms on your shoulders and tucks his head into your neck. you give a small massage on his scalp and then ask him how to beat the stage you’re on since he beat the game a while ago. he whines, a frequent habit these days, saying he’s lonely and wants your hugs. you promise to give him all the hugs he wants, but it seems like your chat has that taken care of because he’s too cute… and sounded very desperate.

𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐫𝐢𝐧. memorizes your schedule well enough to not disturb you as he normally comes in right after you end and edit to be uploaded to another streaming platform. the one time he does, he brings in a food tray because he knows you didn’t eat, only for him to silently judge you playing through a physical fitness game. he waits for you to finally notice him, and when you do, he roasts your gameplay of being “lukewarm” and gives you your meal before leaving. you stop him, challenging him in a duel to see if he can do better. poor you, because everyone in your chat is rooting for him and you bet it’s all thanks to his pretty face you’d want to punch (and kiss) afterwards.

𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐬𝐚𝐞. startles you with a kiss on the top of your head once he returns from his trip to spain. he isn’t expected to come home until much later, but there have been circumstances that allowed him to go back otherwise. you jump out of your seat to welcome him home with a hug, instantly forgetting that you’re streaming and you have viewers who are witnessing this affectionate exchange. the glow of your setup in the corner of your eye manages to get you scurrying back to your seat, demanding your chat to pretend they didn’t see anything. they deflect it by asking him “give us more”, which he (on the inside) happily entertains.

✧ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬. if your url is in bold, it means i can’t tag you!

@2018-01-20 ; @astranne ; @kamiiyaka ; @keqism ; @lilikags ; @wanderersbell ; @venexus

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spelllingandthemysteryschool · 4 months ago

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My Little Pony was a figurine copyrighted by Hasbro and first produced in 1982. Based on My Pretty Pony, a larger and clunkier toy with unimpressive sales, My Little Pony was, despite the singularity baked into its name, always plural. There was no “pony,” never a one. Only ponies—many ponies, always proliferating, mutating, re-accessorized. Earth ponies and sea ponies and winged ponies and, of course, unicorn ponies. Each pony with its distinctive not-to-be-found-in-nature shade, its shimmering corn-silk plastic mane, its rump printed with an allegorical symbol, a.k.a. “cutie mark”: ice cream, clover, seahorse, stars, flowering plants, and on and on, emojis avant la lettre. The ponies’ bodies were plastic. For now, the ponies would not decay, although fire might melt them or a car wheel crush them. Their eyes were round and bedecked with long lashes. The irises were illustrated in such a way that each pony eye appeared perpetually brimming. Highlights, as on a meniscus of dew, were standard. The ponies might weep soon. They might cry for joy. They might look in your direction. The ponies lived in Ponyland. It is not clear where they came from nor how they reproduced. They were of course inside the television, part of a twenty-two-minute weekday cartoon show called, fittingly enough, My Little Pony, and thus inhabited a visual realm, temporally constrained, yet constantly available if one had a VHS system and knowledge of how to record. They were material, as stated. They were moving images, as stated. They could be purchased and held. They could be watched. They were very smooth, seamless, without any roughness. One might run a hand down their necks, across their shoulders, along their backs. One might brush their plastic-scented, flower-colored hair. The myth-world of My Little Ponies was of a part with other myth-worlds of the mid to late eighties: the land of the Care Bears; the stationery empire of Lisa Frank; the intergalactic realms of She-Ra, of Wildfire the magical horse, of the ThunderCats. These myth-worlds ebbed into one another and got confused; it did not matter that they originated with unaffiliated copyright holders. They had rainbows, lots of rainbows, and craggy cliffs and lush forests and desert planets with buried fortresses, and were elsewhere, always elsewhere, beyond the sky or the solar system. You did not attain these places by walking down the street. They were like heaven, although no god was present. Devils aplenty: deranged scientists and bitter witches and space dictators and reanimated corpses with surprisingly good social skills were available to frustrate bliss. But there was no singular author of the good, no logos. There was only a puffy, sparkling spirit that cheerfully resisted death, corruption, and gratuitous violence—the ponies were mild imps who lived in terror of a Christian Satan. They always won out but it was by no means certain they would survive. These were the terms of the contest: a shimmering tribe of hunter-gatherer horses versus a citadel-dwelling autocracy equipped with what I now take to be early sixteenth-century levels of technology and opposable thumbs. You collected the ponies. You displayed the ponies. You made the ponies move and speak. You had them interact with She-Ra or perhaps Panthro, your favorite ThunderCat. You watched the cartoon series and the mediocre animated movie. You understood the personalities in question, the greater stakes. You sided with the good. You experimented with the struggle of the good and caused the plastic bodies to crash into one another. You brushed their tangled silky hair and sometimes cut it off with safety scissors.

— Lucy Ives, “Of Unicorns: On My Little Pony”

#this is seems like such a silly essay at first glance but…#words #my little pony #mlp #uploads

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nevadancitizen · 7 months ago

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-> CH. 4: WITHOUT TORTURE, THERE IS NO CAMARADERIE

synopsis: you try to get connor and hank to bond. it goes wrong. but connor is nothing if not persistent.

word count: 3.5k

ships: Connor/Reader, Hank Anderson & Reader

notes: raises eyebrow.. looking forward to next chapterrrr 😏😏 not because it's smut like the emoji implies it's because that's when hank tries to kill himself. goodnight sleep tight

HoFS taglist: @catladyhere (if you'd like to be added to the taglist, just ask!)

HEAD OF FALSE SECURITY MASTERLIST

When you exit the break room with Connor in tow, Hank’s just arriving at his desk. You immediately make a beeline over – you’d take any excuse to be in any work area besides your own because, despite being a hard worker, you don’t really want to work when Hank is so much more entertaining.

You sidle up onto his desk, hot coffee in your hands. When he sees Connor behind you, he turns away and crosses his arms.

“Come now, Hank.” You lean forward. “Don’t act like a child.”

He purses his lips and doesn’t respond. Just stares straight ahead at his second monitor.

“I get the impression my presence causes you some… inconvenience, Lieutenant.” Connor leans over your shoulder, but not intrusively. “I’d like you to know I’m very sorry about that.”

You glance sideways at him, then look at Hank. He’s still looking forward.

“In any case, I’d like you to know I’m very happy to be working with you,” Connor tries. “I’m sure we’ll make a great team – all three of us! And now that we’re partners, it’d be great to get to know each other better.”

Hank huffs and scratches his nose, but stays stubbornly silent.

“Is there a desk anywhere I could use?” Connor asks.

Hank looks over at you, then glances at Connor. He nods at the desk across from him. “No one’s using that one.”

Connor sits at the empty desk. He’s stiff and straight-backed – the opposite of Hank, who is hunched over as he types.

You lean further forward, your hands on your knees. Your voice is low as you speak. “Hank, you know you can’t ignore him forever.”

Hank doesn’t turn to look at you. “I can ignore it as long as I like.”

“Listen, Hank,” you say. “You don’t have to like Connor. You don’t have to hold hands and sing Kumbaya. It would just go a hell of a lot smoother if you were civil.”

Hank grunts in response.

“Just try.” You look over at Connor. “Connor, make conversation.”

Connor thinks for a moment, then looks over at Hank. “You have a dog, right?”

Hank’s head immediately snaps up. “How do you know that?”

“The dog hairs on your chair.” Connor’s eyes flick to the back of Hank’s chair. “I like dogs. What’s your dog’s name?”

You bite back a smile. Of course he would like dogs – he practically looks like one. Especially with those soft, brown doe-eyes.

Hank looks at Connor like he just smacked him in the face. “What’s it to you?”

You lightly kick Hank’s chair. “Hank, just humor him.”

Hank purses his lips, then sighs. “Sumo. I call him Sumo.”

You turn to Connor and give an encouraging nod, silently telling him to continue. He might be making progress.

“Do you listen to Knights of the Black Death?” Connor asks. “I really like that music. It’s full of… energy.”

Hank looks over at Connor, again with a disbelieving look on his face. “You listen to heavy metal?”

You smile and huff out a quiet laugh. “Are you not listening to heavy metal each time you hear Connor talk?”

“I’m actually primarily made of a lightweight plastic,” Connor chimes. “I weigh a little less than two hundred pounds.”

You draw your lips into a thin line and nod. “Noted.”

There’s a moment of silence, then Connor turns to Hank and speaks. “If you have any files on deviants, I’d like to take a look at them.”

Hank gestures at you. “Jack into the wires.”

Connor looks at you, confused. You hold up your left hand, the one adorned with your polymer glove.

“Oh.”

You hop off Hank’s desk and move over to Connor’s, leaving your coffee on his desk. You hold out your left hand, and once the star on your palm retracts, the wires from your glove slither out. They move towards Connor, as if they can sense him.

Connor pulls his blazer sleeve and the cuff of his shirt sleeve up, then holds out his hand in kind. He turns his hand palm-up and touches the inside of his wrist, just over his artificial, painted-on veins. With a small hiss, his skin opens and reveals a six-hole port.

You take his wrist in a way so that your palm is resting right over the port. You hear the wires click as they jack into their respective places, then Connor’s fingers tense around your wrist.

You look up and meet his eyes. His LED flickers yellow and his eyelids flutter as he connects with your artificial cyber-system. A request pops up in the corner of your eye:

> Android “Connor” (model RK800) requesting folder: DPD Deviant Case Files (243 items).

You nod. Now, a confirmation:

> Confirm transfer of folder: DPD Deviant Case Files (243 items)? Y/N

You look at the Y to confirm the transfer. A small circle slowly encompasses it, then another pop-up:

> Transfer started to android “Connor” (model RK800). 17%...

“Give it a few seconds,” you mumble. “It’s a lot of data.”

As you watch the progress meter crawl along, it faintly registers in your mind that this is kind of an intimate gesture. Connor’s holding your wrist and you’re holding his, each of you just… standing there. Well, Connor’s sitting down, but still.

(And it’s not like you can disconnect! Connor needs these files, and you know he’ll hound you if you cut the transfer short.)

> Transfer to android “Connor” (model RK800): 62%...

“Yeah, sorry.” You huff out a nervous laugh. “There’s an update out for some software for my augmentations…”

“It’s okay,” Connor says.

> Transfer to android “Connor” (model RK800): 85%...

You swallow your anxious thoughts and needless apologies and just stand there, hyper-aware of Connor’s cool skin on yours.

> Transfer to android “Connor” (model RK800): 99%...

> Transfer to android “Connor” (model RK800): 100%! Please disconnect.

You try to retract your hand, but Connor’s still got a strong grip on your wrist. With a light shake, he lets go, and you bring your hand away. The wires disconnect and hide back away behind the star.

“I also gave you permissions to access files as soon as they come in,” you say. “So you don’t have to keep requesting them from me.”

“Thank you, Officer.” Connor nods and turns back to his terminal. “An AX400 is reported to have assaulted a man last night. That could be a good starting point for our investigation.”

Hank turns away like a petulant child.

“Well. Don’t have too much fun without me.” You step back, then pick up your coffee from Hank’s desk. “I’ve gotta go back to the android autopsy room – I still need to process the Ortiz android. I’m making progress, but it’s slow going.”

As you walk away, you can hear Connor get out of his chair. “I understand you’re facing personal issues, Lieutenant, but you need to move past them, and –”

“Hey!” Hank snaps. “Don’t talk to me like you know me. I’m not your friend and I don’t need your advice, okay?”

You turn back. Connor is close to Hank’s personal space – too close. You desperately try to get Connor’s attention and make gestures telling him to stop. He glances at you, then pointedly ignores you.

You curse under your breath as Connor leans closer to Hank. “I’ve been assigned this mission, Lieutenant. Your other partner may be used to it, but I didn’t come here to wait until you feel like working.”

And Lord was that the wrong thing to say. Hank immediately takes Connor’s blazer in his fists and slams him against the plexiglass wall that barricades his desk.

“Hank!” You hurry over. “Hank, think about this.”

He, too, pointedly ignores you. “Listen, asshole. If it was up to me, I’d throw the lot of you in a dumpster and set a match to it. So, stop pissing me off.”

You lay a hand on Hank’s shoulder, causing him to drop Connor. He looks at you, anger still clear on his face.

“Hank, you know what’s on the line,” you hiss through gritted teeth. “I need this job. No one else will have me – not with what’s going on right now. I’m a Soviet working in American cybersecurity, for fuck’s sake. Now go talk to Chris. He’s probably got information on that AX400.”

He huffs and turns, quickly walking away. You turn to Connor, then put a hand on his shoulder and shake him gently. “You okay?”

He glances down at his blazer and smooths it out, then his eyes turn to where Hank is walking away. He looks at you, his face still fallen. “Don’t worry about me, Officer.”

“Just don’t push him too hard, yes?” You pat his chest and turn away.

“I won’t.”

You look over your shoulder at him. “You promise?”

Connor nods. “I promise.”

As Chris turns a sharp corner, you yelp and grip the grab handle tighter. “Ты спятил?!”

He doesn’t respond, just presses the pedal harder. You hope and pray that the airbags are in alright condition – not perfect, just functioning.

Chris comes to a squealing stop just outside a motel. “Get out! We’re hot on its tail!”

You hop out and slam the door behind you, immediately breaking for the nearest officer and barking “Where did they go?”

He points. “Down the alley!”

You look to your right and see Connor booking it after an android and a child. You run after him – at a considerably slower pace. You hear a second set of footsteps behind you.

You look over your shoulder and see Hank running along with the other officer. You point at the officer. “Whatever you do, don’t shoot! We need them alive!”

When you turn back, the deviant has jumped the chain-link fence after helping her child. Connor comes to a halt when he reaches the fence, grasping at the metal.

You can just barely see the sign reading AUTOMATED CAR TRACK / VERY HIGH SPEEDS / NO PEDESTRIAN CROSSING! Connor lifts his foot to find a foothold, and –

“Connor!” You snap. “Don’t you fucking dare!”

He glances back at you, then continues climbing. “I can’t let them get away.”

You reach him and grasp at his arm, pulling at him. “Connor!”

Hank joins your efforts and successfully pulls Connor down. “They won’t!” He pants. “They’ll never make it to the other side.”

“I can’t take that chance!” Connor steadies his grip on the fence and starts to climb again.

You cling to Connor’s shoulder firmly and give him a harsh tug. “Hey – you’ll get yourself killed!”

Hank pulls at him as well, causing Connor’s foot to slip from its hold, then land on the concrete. “Do not go after ‘em, Connor. That’s an order!”

Connor sets his jaw, still staring through the fence. He thinks for a moment before letting go of the metal, letting Hank yank his hand away. You can see the corner of his lips twitch in something like annoyance or frustration.

You step back from the fence and sigh. “Why was I even called here…?”

You lean your head back against the headrest of Hank’s passenger seat, then glance outside your window at the food truck across the street. “Would it kill you to eat some borscht or cabbage rolls instead of this shit?”

Hank scoffs as he turns off the ignition. “Hell, maybe.”

He gets out of the car and slams the door shut. You huff out a laugh as he’s nearly hit by a car while crossing the street.

You lean forward and pop Hank’s glove box open. Sure enough, you find a small, half-full flask behind a box of .44 bullets. Anderson is engraved on the front in neat Courier New. It’s a gift you remember giving Hank before… all this. You pull it out, uncap it, and smell.

“Eugh.” You wrinkle your nose. “Whiskey.”

“Do you not like whiskey, Officer?” Connor asks from the backseat.

“Not my favorite, but I was taught not to complain about my liquor.” You take a sip. “Yeah… more nutty than I’d like.”

Connor shifts so that he’s leaning over the console. “It’s currently 3:03 PM. Do you make a habit out of day drinking?”

You laugh as you look over at him. “You say that like there wasn’t just an alcoholic in the driver’s seat.”

Connor nods. “Fair enough.”

“C’mon.” You tuck the flask into your inner jacket pocket and pop open the door. “Let’s join the Lieutenant.”

You hop out of the car and Connor follows. You cross the street safely and stand beside Hank, watching as he forks over money to Pedro.

“Hey, Pedro.” You nod. “What’ve you got on the block today?”

“Horse racin’,” he says. “You in?”

“нет,” you say. “Not my style.”

“Alright, alright.” He backs away, holding his hands up. “I’ll come back with somethin’ that suits your tastes, russki. Count on it!”

You smile at him and nod. When you turn, you point at a sign on the back wall of the food truck. “Order me a lemonade?”

“Goddamn communist,” Hank grumbles. But he’s smiling, so you know he doesn’t mean it. “Always expectin’ handouts.”

“Hank, you always get your food for free.” You smile at him. “I don’t want to be out of a whole two dollars.”

Hank scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Fuckin’… whatever. Gary! Add a lemonade.”

Gary doesn’t turn to acknowledge Hank. He just grunts as he continues to work on the grill.

You glance back as Connor’s footsteps sound behind you. You sidestep so that Connor can stand next to Hank. “Nice of you to join us.”

“What is your problem?” Hank sighs. “Don’t you ever do as you’re told? Look, you don’t need to follow us around like a… a poodle!”

Connor leans in slightly. “I’m sorry for my behavior back at the police station. I didn’t mean to be unpleasant.”

“Oh, wow…” Hank laughs. “You’ve even got a brown-nosing apology program! Guys at CyberLife thought of everything, huh?”

Gary turns around, two drinks in hand. He sets them down, then fetches Hank’s burger. You take your lemonade as Hank accepts his burger and soda.

“Thanks Gary, I’m starvin’.” Hank turns and walks away with you trailing after him.

Gary gestures at Connor. “Hey, don’t leave that thing here!”

“Hah! Not a chance,” Hank says. “Follows us everywhere.”

And just like he said, Connor walks after you. He leans against the standing table you and Hank have stationed yourselves at.

“I don’t want to alarm you both,” Connor says. “But I think your friends are engaged in illegal activities.”

You snort, leaning on your elbows onto the table. “You think so?”

“I do,” Connor insists, worry evident in his voice.

“Well, everybody does what they have to to get by. As long as they’re not hurtin’ anybody…” Hank shrugs. “I don’t bother ‘em.”

Hank takes a bite and chews as Connor thinks about that. You take a sip of your lemonade – citrusy and sweet. Just the way you like.

“This morning, when we were chasing those deviants…” Connor says. “Why didn’t you want me to cross the highway?”

“‘Cause you could’ve been killed!” Hank says, as if it’s the most obvious thing ever.

A warm feeling blooms in your chest when you realize that Hank maybe, possibly, you-really-hope-he-does care about Connor (if only a little bit).

“And I don’t like filling out paperwork for damaged equipment,” Hank quickly corrects. But the fuzzy feeling that comes from possibly connecting two friends doesn’t go away.

“Is there anything you’d like to know about me?” Connor asks.

Before you can answer, Hank says: “Hell no!” He holds up a hand. “Well, yeah. Why’d they make you look so goofy and give you that weird voice?”

You giggle quietly as you bring the straw of your drink to your lips.

“CyberLife androids are designed to work harmoniously with humans,” Connor says. “Both my appearance and voice were specifically designed to facilitate my integration.”

You hum and take a sip of lemonade, but immediately choke and spit it out when Hank says “Well, they fucked up.”

You turn away and continue to cough, tears welling in your eyes. “Боже правый! That’s the second fucking time!”

Hank pats your back as you continue to recover. You inhale sharply and clear your throat before taking another sip of lemonade to quell the burn.

“Shit, you good?” Hank asks.

“Stop being funny.” You try to sound stern, but you can’t fight the smile on your face. “You’re actively hurting me.”

Hank laughs and puts a hand up. “I’ll try, I’ll try.”

“Let’s return to our sheep.” You clear your throat one last time. “Connor, did you get the document I sent you? The one outlining the autopsy.”

“Yes.” Connor’s LED flickers yellow and his eyelids flutter as he retrieves it. “The current theory is that a mutation occurs in the software of some androids, which can lead to them emulating human emotions. This could be brought on by distressing situations, like being the victim of or witnessing extraordinary physical violence.”

Hank cuts in. “In English, please.”

“They don’t really… feel emotions,” Connor says. “They just get overwhelmed by irrational instructions, which can lead to unpredictable behavior. It could be triggered by being in a stressful situation, like being the victim of or in the presence of violent behavior.”

“Emotions always screw everything up.” Hank’s eyes flit to you. “Maybe androids aren’t as different from us as we thought.”

You purse your lips and look down at the table. “может быть…” You mumble.

Hank turns back to Connor. “You ever dealt with deviants before?”

Connor’s face falls as he looks to the side. His eyebrows furrow a little, like he’s remembering something terrible.

“A few months back,” he eventually says. “A deviant was threatening to jump off the roof with a little girl. I managed to save her.”

“Was it a PL600?” You ask. “Back in August?”

“Yes,” Connor says, a little surprised. “How do you know that?”

“I did the autopsy.” You take a sip of your drink. “It was before I was officially put on the case. It was a frustrating one, at best. The snipers used bullets of a much higher caliber than needed.”

Connor hums, looking down at the table. For a moment, the only sounds are the patter of the onslaught of rain and the music from Gary’s truck.

“So I guess you’ve done all your homework, right?” Hank asks. “Know everything there is to know about us?”

Connor tilts his head towards you. “They were actually rather forthcoming with information about themselves. But it was harder to find information about you, Lieutenant.”

“You sound like a stalker,” you mutter under your breath and smile.

“I know you graduated top of your class. You made a name for yourself in several cases, and became the youngest lieutenant in Detroit.” Connor pauses. “I also know you’ve received several disciplinary warnings in recent years, and…” His voice drops in volume. “You spend a lot of time in bars.”

Hank hums. “So, what’s your conclusion on the alcoholic and the russki?”

“I think that working with officers with issues, both personal and political, is an added challenge, but… adapting to human unpredictability is one of my features.” He smirks and gives Hank a sly wink.

You inhale sharply and avert your eyes. Just like this morning, you can feel your face start to warm. (And it’s not even like it was a flirtatious wink! It was friendly – you think. You hope. You really, really hope he sent Hank a friendly wink.)

Connor’s eyes twitch and his LED flickers yellow. His eyes become unfocused and stare into the distance before he comes back.

“I just got a report of a suspected deviant. It’s a few blocks away.” He tilts his head to the side. “We should go have a look.”

Connor pulls away from the table and gives it a pat. “I’ll let you both finish. I’ll be in the car if you need me.”

You watch Connor as he crosses the street and gets back into the car. You sigh and lean on the table – you’ve got a lot on your mind.

“You’re thinking,” Hank says. “That’s dangerous.”

“Да.” You sigh. “It’s Connor.”

Hank scoffs. “Never pegged you as some boy-crazy teenager.”

“I’m not!” You can feel your face flush. “He’s… I don’t know how to put it. Intriguing, I guess? Earlier, when I was talking to him in the autopsy room, he showed signs of embarrassment. He didn’t blush or anything, but he looked away and pretended like it didn’t happen.”

“Pretended like what didn’t happen?” Hank asks.

“I…” You huff and look to the side. “We were talking and the Maya Plisetskaya Theater just came up in conversation. I was hesitant to tell him that the ballerina robots… also operate for other pleasures besides dance. But I did, and he was embarrassed about pressing me for information.”

Hank looks at you. His expression is unreadable. “You think he’s turning deviant?”

“Maybe. Maybe not.” You glance across the street at where Connor’s still waiting in the car. “There’s just something about him.”

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