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[depoteka]

well my computer showed the blue screen of death when i turned it off? which isn't the first time it happened, something like that happened a couple of months ago. i just hope tomorrow it turns on normally

[ineedpaigebuckets]

i got off the plane

synopsis: paige being in love with you... just saved her life

you help her pack.

it takes hours. not because there’s so much stuff, but because you both keep stopping. to sit on the bed. to stare at each other. to pretend the walls aren’t closing in.

you fold her shirts the way she likes. she watches you, quiet, like she’s memorizing your face.

“you’re gonna kill it,” you say, trying to sound sure. “they won’t know what hit them.”

she gives you a half-smile. “what if i don’t want to kill it?”

you blink. pause. “what?”

paige shrugs, eyes on the carpet now. “what if i just… wanna stay here?”

your heart jumps, but you keep your voice calm. “you’re just nervous. it’s college. it’s a big deal.”

“you’re a big deal,” she says, and then she pretends she didn’t.

you don’t press her. you just smile.

you’ve always been good at pretending.

—

the drive to the airport is all sunlight and static. the windows are down, your favorite playlist is on, and you both try to act like this is normal. like this is what best friends do.

at the drop-off curb, she lingers. hand on the car door. eyes flicking to yours, then away.

you hug for too long. her cheek presses against yours and she whispers, “this isn’t forever.”

“no,” you echo, trying not to fall apart. “not forever.”

you don’t watch her go through security.

you get in the car and drive home with the music off and the windows closed.

—

you track her flight.

of course you do.

you have the app open, the tab refreshed every few minutes. not because you don’t trust the airline.

because you need to know where she is. because if you can’t hold her hand, at least you can watch the little plane icon crawl across the screen.

departure: 10 minutes ago.

in flight: 13 minutes...

you’re about to text her be safe when the screen flickers.

status: unknown. emergency protocol initiated. possible engine failure.

you stare.

refresh.

refresh again.

your stomach drops. your lungs stop working.

flight path lost.

your fingers tremble. you call her.

straight to voicemail.

again. voicemail. again. nothing.

your knees hit the floor. your phone slides out of your hand. your chest heaves in silent gasps until the sobs come loud and heavy and uncontrollable.

she’s gone.

she was just here, and now she’s gone.

and you didn’t even tell her you loved her.

—

twenty minutes earlier.

paige is on the plane.

seat 12A. window.

she’s gripping the armrest so hard her knuckles are white. the flight attendant is talking, someone’s kid is crying, and the plane starts to feel real.

her phone is on airplane mode. she stares at the black screen, sees her reflection.

all she can think about is you.

your face. your voice. the way your hand brushed hers this morning like it meant something, like you were trying not to say everything you wanted to.

this is wrong.

everything in her gut is screaming it.

she yanks off her seatbelt. “i have to get off.”

the woman next to her blinks. “what?”

“i have to get off this plane. right now.”

she gets up. squeezes past. ignores the flight attendant telling her it’s too late. that the doors are closed. she runs to the front, heart pounding, chest tight.

“i have to get off,” she says again, voice breaking. “please.”

the attendant stares at her, then at the pilot.

somehow—they let her go.

—

paige is in the backseat of a cab, breath still uneven, when the driver glances at the radio.

“… just in—confirmed loss of signal from flight 268 en route to connecticut. emergency crews are responding…”

she freezes.

the cab slams to a stop.

“wait,” she breathes. “what flight number did he say?”

the driver frowns. “268. same one you—wait. weren’t you supposed to be—?”

paige's hands shake. her vision blurs. “oh my god,” she whispers. “she thinks i’m dead.”

“jesus,” the driver says, eyes wide. “do you want me to turn around? maybe call someone?”

“no,” paige chokes out. “just—drive. really fast.”

she ignores the texts on her phone, not even caring to look.

paige please.

i can't breathe.

i love you paige im so in love with you, please be okay.

i need you, please.

—

you’re still on the floor when the door bursts open.

you barely register the noise. the sobbing hasn’t stopped. your hands are gripping your phone like it could bring her back.

but then—

“hey—hey. it’s me. it’s me. i’m here.”

you look up.

she’s standing in the doorway, chest heaving, backpack half off her shoulder, eyes wide and glossy.

“paige?” you whisper, disbelieving. “what—how—?”

she’s crying now too. she drops her bag. steps forward.

“i got off the plane.”

you stare. “what?”

“i couldn’t do it. i sat down, and i thought about you, and my whole chest felt wrong. like i was leaving something i wasn’t supposed to. so i left. i got off. and then… the crash—i didn’t know. the cab driver told me. you probably thought—”

she breaks off. voice cracking. “i’m so sorry. i should’ve called. i didn’t know—”

you don’t wait.

you run to her. crash into her chest. hold her like you’ll never let her go again.

“i thought you were gone,” you sob into her shoulder.

“i know,” she whispers, holding you tighter than ever. “i’m not. i swear. i couldn’t leave you. i don’t want life if you’re not in it.”

your breath hitches. you pull back just enough to see her face.

“i love you,” you say, voice wrecked from crying, barely above a whisper—but it lands heavy, like a declaration, like the kind of truth that splits the air in two. because this time, you’re not going to leave it unsaid. not when she’s standing in front of you, breathing, real, alive.

her eyes go wide like you’ve just knocked the wind out of her. her bottom lip quivers, and she doesn’t try to hide it. her whole body shifts forward, like she can’t help it. like the words pull her closer.

“yeah?” she says, raw, stunned, blinking through tears that keep coming even though she’s already here.

you nod. your voice shakes. “yeah.”

something breaks in her. soft and sharp all at once. her shoulders drop like she’s been carrying something unbearable and only now lets it go. she exhales hard and laughs—just once, breathless and stunned—like she can’t believe she gets to hear you say that. like it rewires something inside her.

“good,” she says, voice trembling. “because i love you too. so much it scared me. and that’s why i got off the plane.”

you stare at her. your heart stutters.

she steps forward until there’s no space left between you. her hands cradle your jaw, gentle, shaking. she looks you in the eye like it’s the only thing anchoring her to the earth.

“i was sitting there, buckled in, telling myself i had to go. that it was the right thing. that i’d see you soon and it would be okay. but it wasn’t okay. it wasn’t even close. my chest hurt. i couldn’t breathe. i looked out the window and all i could think about was how i left you without telling you i loved you, and how i might never get the chance again.”

you grab her wrist, press your thumb over her pulse. fast. alive. she’s here. she’s here.

“and the second i stood up,” she says, voice thick with emotion, “i knew. just… knew. i wasn’t supposed to be on that plane. i wasn’t supposed to leave you like that. i thought loving someone was supposed to be safe, but with you it’s different. it’s wild and terrifying and—god—it saved me.”

her thumb brushes a tear off your cheek, then another.

“loving you saved my life,” she says again, quieter now. “if i hadn’t loved you so much, i wouldn’t have gotten off. i’d be—”

you stop her with a kiss.

not soft. not shy. not careful.

you kiss her like she’s your whole world. like your hands were built to hold her face. like your body remembers hers even after only a few hours apart. you kiss her like you never want to let her go again, and she kisses you back like she means every second of it.

her arms wrap around your waist, tight. she buries her face in your shoulder. she breathes you in like you’re oxygen. and for the first time since this morning, you both breathe easy.

“you came back,” you whisper.

“i had to,” she says. “you’re my person.”

and when she looks at you again, eyes full, lip bitten, cheeks flushed—

you know it’s true.

because she got off the plane.

because your love saved her.

because some people don’t run away from love.

they run back to it.

and she always will.

you don’t let go of her.

not really. not even when she shifts to sit with you on the floor, not even when her arms wrap around your waist and her face presses to your neck. your hands keep finding her—her jaw, her hair, her ribs, the warm skin just under the hem of her shirt—like you need the contact to convince yourself she’s real.

“you saved me,” she keeps saying. over and over, like it’s her own prayer. “you did. you don’t even know.”

“paige,” you whisper, brushing her hair back so you can see her eyes. “i thought you were gone.”

her face breaks, just a little. “i know. i’m so sorry. i—i told the cab driver to turn around and he was annoyed, and then five minutes later he got the alert. ‘major incident at the airport.’ he looked at me like i was a ghost.”

you grip her tighter, the image clawing into your chest. “you were almost on that plane.”

“i was on that plane,” she says, voice cracking. “until i got up. until i thought of you and realized—i couldn’t leave you like that. not ever.”

your hand cups her cheek again, thumb tracing the line of her tears. “don’t say it like that,” you plead. “don’t say it like you were that close. i—i watched the flight tracker. i saw it disappear.”

her eyes go wide. “you were watching?”

“of course i was watching,” you breathe, trying to steady yourself. “i was counting the minutes. i saw it go dark and i—i just started sobbing, like screaming, paige. i thought—”

you break off. she pulls you in, fast, burying her face against your chest like she’s the one trying to convince herself you’re still here.

“i’m sorry,” she whispers. “i’m so sorry, baby. i didn’t mean to scare you. i didn’t think—i just had to get back to you. i couldn’t do it. i couldn’t leave.”

your lips find her forehead, then her temple, her jaw, her hands. frantic and tender and everywhere all at once.

“you didn’t just get off the plane,” you whisper into her skin. “you came back to me. and you’re here. you’re here.”

she nods, eyes wet and bright. “you saved me,” she says again. “you loved me. and that was enough.”

you tilt her chin so she has to look at you.

“i’ll love you every day,” you promise. “enough to keep you grounded. enough to keep you safe. enough that you never have to run.”

she leans in, kisses you like she’s still catching up to the moment.

“then i’m not going anywhere,” she breathes.

and you believe her.

because she got off the plane.

because she came home.

because your love saved her life—

and hers just saved yours.

–

you don’t sleep.

not really.

you stay curled around her on the bed, arms locked tight around her like she’ll disappear if you let go for even a second. every time you drift off, your body jolts awake—like your brain still hasn’t caught up to the fact that she’s alive. that she’s breathing next to you. that she got off the plane.

and sometime around 5 a.m., she shifts and presses a sleepy kiss to your collarbone. “baby,” she murmurs, voice hoarse. “you gotta rest.”

“not unless you’re resting too.”

she lets out a soft, broken laugh and pulls you even closer. “okay. deal.”

but you don’t rest. not really.

⸻

by 9 a.m., you’re in the kitchen.

your mom’s at the table, flipping through mail and sipping her coffee like it’s any other morning. like your world didn’t almost fall apart twelve hours ago.

“hey,” you start. too sharp, too sudden. “i need to go with her.”

your mom looks up. “with paige?”

“to college. to uconn. i need to fly with her.”

her brow furrows. “honey, we talked about this—”

“no, you talked. I didn’t agree.” your voice breaks before you can stop it. “she got on a plane yesterday and i thought she was dead. i watched the flight tracker, mom. it disappeared. she disappeared. and i can’t do that again. i'm getting on that plane, and if it crashes, i'll crash with her.”

your mom sets the mug down slowly. “She’s okay now.”

“but i'm not,” you whisper. “i'm not okay. i can’t put her on another flight and just—wait. not after last night. i still can't breathe unless she's touching me and i know she's real.”

there’s a long pause. your mom studies you, and you see the shift in her eyes—the softening. the understanding.

“okay,” she says quietly.

you blink. “wait—really?”

she exhales. “i know what she means to you. i know what you mean to her. and after… after what happened yesterday, i'd be scared too.”

you let out a shaky breath, relief folding over you like a warm wave.

“pack your things,” your mom says gently. “you're going to connecticut, you can stay for the rest of the summer if paige lets you.”

⸻

you wait until after breakfast.

she’s still in your hoodie, hair messy from sleep, legs folded under her as she picks at toast and hums along to whatever song’s playing softly from your phone speaker. she looks normal. like any other day.

but nothing about this day is normal.

because she’s supposed to leave again.

and you’re supposed to watch her go.

but you can’t.

you sit beside her at the kitchen table, barely touching your own plate. she notices.

“you okay?” she asks, tilting her head, reaching across to tug gently at your sleeve.

you nod. lie. then shake your head. tell the truth.

“i’m flying with you.”

she blinks. “what?”

you take a breath. “my mom let me book a seat. on your flight. i’m coming with you to uconn.”

her fork drops to her plate. “wait, what do you mean—you’re coming with me?”

“i mean—i know it's probably too much, and i'm probably crazy, but i’m not letting you get on a plane alone ever again.” your voice is shaking but steady enough to hold. “not after yesterday. i can’t sit here and wonder if you’re going to make it. i can’t refresh a flight tracker and watch it disappear. i won’t.”

paige’s lips part, but no words come out. her eyes are soft. stunned.

you keep going. “if the plane goes down, i’m going down with you.”

she inhales sharply.

“not that it will,” you add quickly, voice rising, cracking a little. “but if it does, at least—at least we’ll be together.”

you don’t look at her when you say it. you stare at the table. at your untouched eggs. anywhere but her face, because saying it out loud is terrifying.

but then she slides her chair back.

comes around to you.

kneels.

she kneels on the kitchen tile like it’s the most natural thing in the world, and she pulls your face down to hers, hands cradling your cheeks like you’re fragile and furious and sacred all at once.

“you’d really do that?” she whispers. “for me?”

you nod, tears already pushing up behind your eyes. “of course i would. you’re—paige, you’re everything. i can’t watch you walk out that door again.”

her voice breaks. “i thought about you the whole time. in the taxi. on the sidewalk. in the terminal. and when the driver told me… that the flight crashed…”

she closes her eyes, forehead against yours.

“i couldn’t breathe. and i was about to get on a plane to nowhere and i realized… i didn’t care about any of it if you weren’t in it with me.”

you press your nose to hers. “so we’re in it. together.”

she nods, tears slipping down her cheeks now too. “together.”

she lets you climb into your lap, right there on the kitchen floor, and she buries her face in your neck, whispering thank you over and over again like a prayer.

and when it’s time to go to the airport, you don’t watch her walk away.

you walk beside her.

hand in hand.

because whatever comes next—you’ll face it together.

———

the airport feels different this time.

you sit next to paige at the gate, her hand laced with yours, her thumb brushing soft circles on your palm. she’s quiet, her usual travel nerves dialed up to eleven—but you keep her grounded. literally. you don’t stop touching her.

“you sure your mom’s okay with this?” she whispers.

“she said if she had to watch me cry like that again, she’d personally drive you to college herself.”

paige laughs—really laughs—and leans into your shoulder.

“thank you for coming,” she says.

“thank you for coming back,” you say.

⸻

on the plane, you don’t let go of her hand once.

and this time, when you hit cruising altitude, you look out the window, squeeze her fingers, and whisper, “we made it.”

she turns her head, kisses your shoulder. “we did.”

and somehow, being 30,000 feet in the air doesn’t feel so scary anymore.

because you’re in it together.

because she didn’t have to be brave alone.

because love, it turns out, doesn’t just save you once.

it saves you over and over again.

especially when it comes back for you.

[theladybrownstarot]

Pick-A-Card : What does your feminine side wants you to know ? (Collab : @tarot-by-e11e♡)

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Pile 1. Pile 2.

Pile 3. Pile 4.

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Pile 1 .

Namaste pile 1 ! Let's get with your reading :-

cards pulled out : 10 of wands rx, 8 of swords rx and The sun .

☪︎ You people are literally stressed out and burdened with a lot of things that can be felt through the reading . Are you people having teeth pain out of stress because i can feel that . Your feminine side says that stop for second leave others and prioritize your mental and physical well-being ! take proper sleep do not over-do anything because there's always a limit . Your feminine side says even though you got lot of potential inside you but still take how much you can do.

☪︎ Next , some of you might be going through some legal problems and if not then you are full of unecessary thoughts which needs to filtered out seriously otherwise you are going to face lot of problems. Doing work out fear , insecurity or any other negative emotion is not gonna help you out . You might be facing some kind of injustice and i really feel that your feminine side says that you are not taking any proper action against it this tells me the need to have proper boundary for yourselves .

☪︎ last but not the least , your feminine side says that she is going to beat the shit out of you if you cannot enjoy and let yourselves get drowned in that sadistic pool of thoughts and actions ! let yourself be happy and really bring out that child inside you that craves to go out and do whatever it wants , be positive your world is not going to end .

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Pile 2 . [@tarot-by-e11e]

Thank you so much for being here ♡ @e11e27

Cards pulled out : 2 of Cups, 8 of Coins reversed, Temperance, 7 of Swords, 3 of Swords, Queen of Wands, Hierophant, Knight of Wands, Judgement.

☪︎ The time in my clock is 1:01 pm as I sat down by my window enjoying the cool summer rain, so that I can interpret for my dear pile 2.

☪︎ Angel number 101 shares an undeniable news about growth, progress and new beginnings. There is this welcoming message of growth and collaboration with your feminine side. This makes me feel like my pile 2 are either: finally taking baby steps in wanting to lean more into your feminine side OR you've reached a certain point of burn out, that you feel called to want to learn how to graciously accept the help from the universe and your guides.

☪︎ With the 2 of Cups, there's this gentle whisper of unity and mutual respect for your feminine side. It would seem that pile 2 might have "girl-bossed" a little too hard this past few weeks/months, so much so that you’d rather push your body to the point of exhaustion than actively allowing yourself to rest and recuperate. There's also this air of hypervigilance caused by the lack of genuine support and healthy role models growing up.

☪︎ More like, Pile 2 was surrounded by who they promised they will never want to become. With the first card alone, the message your feminine side wants to tell you: Let yourself be open to others again.

☪︎ It seems that Pile 2 had experience betrayals and has been in survival mode to God knows how long. To be so disregulated that you feel guilty for even purchasing skincare, even if you are not financially struggling anymore, is quite a heartbreaking situation to be in. Your feminine side is telling you: "Self - Care = Self - Love", so pile 2 can be the type of person that struggles to be okay with putting themselves first. It seems this pile is for my people pleasers.

☪︎ The songs, "You don't know" by Katelyn Tarver popped in my head. Particularly the lines, "I know you got the best intentions, just trying to find the right words to say..."; this line makes me feel like a line you want to tell anyone who wants to help you out. In this case, this is a song you dedicate to your own feminine side. But here's the thing sweetie, your feminine side DOES KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE YOU...

☪︎ Your feminine side, as much as they want to help you out, they can't seem to outscream your insecurities and troubles away. Your feminine side is soft spoken yet firm with their love for you. Your feminine side wants you to know they'll always be here for you, they're just waiting for you to sit quietly in your feelings and take the time to hear them out. They're always ready to help, they're just waiting on your signal. And you choosing this pile, your feminine side is welcoming you with open arms, with them, you are allowed to safely get vulnerable, without judgement or shame. They're always ready to welcome you back into helping you feel like *you* again.

☪︎ So first thing your feminine side wants to tell you is: "Welcome back home".

☪︎ With 8 of Coins reversed, your feminine side wants you to forgive yourself for only taking the time to only want to hear what they have to tell you. It's okay, you're safe with your feminine side. Remember, no judgement or shame will ever come from them.

☪︎ With how much you have on your plate in your life right now Pile 2, having debts and bills to pay, responsibilities piling up higher than your bookshelves, alot of people depend on you for everything, even on things that they can easily deal with themselves, yet they actively decided to pass their burdens to you. Seeing as your attention, focus and efforts are needed elsewhere, it's okay that you only felt the need to sit down to what they have to tell you.

☪︎ The more I interpret for pile 2, the more I can imagine that this pile is for the chronic workaholic people pleasers, it also has the vibe of the sole provider and/or oldest sibling energy. The heavy feeling of burn out is so prevalent in this pile, so much so that you tend to be the type to drown in work while your friends and family barely got a chance to spend time with you.

☪︎ Just know, they love you and miss you so much. They do appreciate your efforts to keeping a roof over everyone's heads and food on the table, but you tend to forget that you deserve to be taken cared for too. This is a strong message from your feminine side, let others show how much they can take care of you. Let others into your life. Learn to let love in again in your life again. Betrayals in any shape or form had closed the gates of your heart, to the point of self-imposed isolation, guised as working hard to provide. It seems that pile 2 overworks to hide their pain. It's like, "Working more means less time to feel".

☪︎ With Temperance, your feminine side suggests you start reassessing your current lifestyle and curate your daily routines to cultivate a "healthy work life balance". I can already feel some of pile 2 are rolling their eyes back so far inside that they can see their brain cells barely surviving from fatigue. And yes, I'm also lovingly call out those of you who leaned back as you begrudgingly "ugggggggggghhhh..." into surrender.

☪︎ Definitely my burn out overwhelmed workaholic people pleasers pile. You're so conditioned to always Go, go, go to the next task before letting yourself catch your breath. My dear, unless your line of work is in ER surgery, you allowing yourself to rest won't lead to someone's demise. So if you work in the medical field pile 2, your feminine side is way more stricter with you about work-life balance. I heard the words "It's non negotiable at this point". So pile 2, please, for the love of rainbows, cookies and butterflies, please curate your daily routines into a healthy work-life balance.

☪︎ With 7 of swords, your feminine side is asking you to keep quiet about your plans for self-love and self-care. This was a rather odd card to show up but with the multiple instances of me mentioning betrayal with the previous cards, it seems pile 2 is surrounded by people who benefit from your lack of boundaries. That's actually the kind of betrayals you've consistently dealt with. People taking your kindness and generosity for weakness, as if it's an invitation to openly abuse your giving heart. Oh no dear pile 2, I'm so sorry you are surrounded by people who can't stand you stepping into your power.

☪︎ This message feels rather severe but your feminine side is asking you to keep your happiness and achievements under wraps and offline. Don't post anything celebratory, it seems that evil eye and ill wishes from jealous and insecure coworkers and/or family members tends be your usual cause of bad luck. So with that, cleanse and establish healthy boundaries with people who have proven that they have no intention of wishing you well. Keep those kind of people out of your life. Take that message in any shape or form that you feel called to interpret it as.

☪︎ Your feminine side urges you to let yourself be nurtured again. You don't have to always be assertive; you don't have to also be the one that leads. You are allowed and you deserve to receive. So let yourself be on the receiving of your friends and loved one's care.

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Pile 3 . [@tarot-by-e11e]

Thank you so much for being here @e11e27 ♡

Cards pulled out : High Priestess, Ace of Swords, 4 of Wands, King of Cups, 4 of Swords, Strength, 6 of Coins

𐙚 My dearest pile 3, right off the bat, this feels like the “Stepping into your power” pile.

☪︎ Starting with the High Priestess, this talks about listening to your intuition, leaning more onto your spiritual practices, and, in this specific question, leaning more into listening to your feminine side. I feel called to share a little way to discern the difference between intuition, anxiety, and wishful thinking.

☪︎ Wishful thinking feels self-gratifying and short-lived, and leans more toward satisfying an urge/itch in the moment; like having a quick dopamine fix from doomscrolling. It’s the easiest to fulfill and do, out of all the three.

☪︎ Anxiety is fear-based and meant to keep you safe; there are certain times when safety, when taken too far, leaves you stuck and resentful; If any negative thought starts with “What if..”, this is an example of an intrusive thought that’s rooted in anxiety. It feels comfortable because it’s familiar, but it leaves you regretful and resentful for not pursuing something else.

☪︎ Intuition is sometimes like an invisible cord that’s pulling you into doing something you subconsciously feel is the right thing to do. There are times when intuition makes you feel uncomfortable, if you are in a period of stagnancy; but there are also times when intuition feels right, when even without logical and substantial evidence to back up the decision, you feel in your gut that it “just makes sense.”

☪︎ With Ace of Swords, your feminine side shares that you will receive some sort of clarity/breakthrough once you learn to listen to your intuition more; it takes practice to differentiate fear and inner knowing, so be kinder to yourself as you go about this journey. The more you listen to your gut, the easier it is for you to have new ideas and have a sense of focus towards the vision of what you want your life to unfold as.

☪︎ 4 of Wands is about your community, stability, and a sense of belongingness. With this, your feminine side suggests you put yourself out into the world to call in your soul tribe/chosen family. More like, the more you become the person you know you are meant to be, the easier it will be to naturally draw in your like-minded community.

☪︎ With the King of Cups, your feminine side urges you to embrace a compassionate approach in life, not just towards others, but particularly, towards yourself. Try to strike the balance between duty and nurture. Try to find a way to hone the skill of living a balanced life.

☪︎ Pile 3, your feminine side urges you to let yourself rest in the 4 of Swords; taking a nap while overthinking is not resting; sleeping and feeling guilty about not being productive hours before is not resting. (Damn, the call-out is real in this pile). Your feminine side asks you to truly let yourself rest and recuperate, unapologetically. How about this: whether you rest later, or rest now, your responsibilities remain; so if you rest properly now, you’ll have more energy to do your tasks wholeheartedly, and the chances of you producing results beyond your expectations is a high possibility. But if you push yourself too hard now just to have something you can “produce for the sake of having an output”, 9/10 the result is half-assed, and this will lead you to have more reason to stress and be filled with regrets. So the choice is up to you.

☪︎ The Strength card feels like your feminine side is telling you to embrace your inner power. If you’re the type that’s made to feel small, now’s the time for you to step out of your comfort zone, and try to build your confidence. You don’t have to make a huge. Life-altering change overnight. This feels more like building that steady foundation of your self-confidence. Learn how to reassure yourself that no matter what, you’ll get through everything because you are sure about your decisions and dreams in life.

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Pile 4 .

Namaste pile 1 ! Let's get with your reading :-

cards pulled out : The world rx , The hermit , Knight of pentacles , Ace of penatcles rx and the emperor rx .

☪︎ People your feminine side encourages you to move forward and no to give up because you are almost the half way to what you need , i feel you are going through major setbacks and still you people trying to do everything you got to make yourself come out of the situation you are in currently and you will actually .

☪︎ Your feminine side encourages you to go for deep self reflection and take time-off from people and other things to sort out what needs to be , she says that you already have got all the wisdom and solution you are seeking that was because of the constant experience , i feel there's a mistake or an action that your committing again and needs to be stopped . She encourages you to meditate and take rest and don't seek help outside because you got it all !

☪︎ Some of you might be having some male relation issue or an issue with authority which will resolve quickly but you being encourages to take your stand .

☪︎ Your feminine encourages or warns you to be aware of any future scam or money investment you are doing , you need to change your long term financial plan or need to revaluate for better , I feel some of you might not get the desired job as of now and it could be that you facing job related issue which resolve quickly withing 2-3 months or before just do not stop .

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[matts-girlfriend]

It’s You I Welcome Death With- Chris Sturniolo

TattooArtist!Chris and MakeupArtist!Reader

chapter 20 - final chapter.

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20

warning this series will contain, substance abuse, angst, arguing,tension,swearing, mentions of absent family, blood, abuse (not from chris). smut, oral, this is a warning for all chapters

It’s been three months, Y/N finally had a place to call her own.

A tiny apartment — two bedrooms, one slightly cracked window, two leaky faucets — but it was hers. Hers and Ava’s.

Close enough to the salon that she could walk to work, far enough that the past felt like it couldn’t reach her anymore.

It wasn’t fancy. But it was theirs.

She hadn’t heard a word from her stepfather since that night — the night Chris knocked him out cold with a frying pan.

And honestly, she didn’t want to.

A month ago, some cousin she’d barely remembered called, fishing for answers. Checking if she was alive, maybe, but mostly sniffing around for drama. She blocked the number without replying.

Part of her was relieved to know the asshole was still breathing — not because she cared about him. She didn’t.

But she didn’t want Chris getting dragged down because of someone like him.

It was Saturday and she was at Chris’s house, sprawled out on the couch with Nick and Matt.

The three of them arguing over something stupid — Nick was convinced that adding ketchup to pizza was “peak culinary art” and Matt looked ready to throw him through a wall over it.

The front door creaked open.

Heavy boots on the floorboards.

And just like that, her heart clicked back into place.

Chris’s eyes landed on her the second he stepped inside.

His whole face lit up, like he hadn’t seen her in weeks instead of just this morning.

Without a word, he crossed the room and wrapped her up in a hug, burying his face in her hair.

“I didn’t know you were coming,” he said, voice low against her ear, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

She smiled against his chest. “Was supposed to be a surprise.”

Nick gagged dramatically from the couch. “I’m happy for you, man, I really am, but I might have to bleach my eyeballs.”

Chris flipped him off without even looking, grinning as he pulled back just enough to see her face.

“Where’s Ava?” he asked.

“She’s out,” Y/N said, sinking back into the couch. “On a date.”

Chris’s face shifted immediately — full older brother mode activated.

“A what?”

“Some guy from school,”

Chris started asking a full-on FBI interrogation’s worth of questions — what’s his name, how old is he, does he drive a shitty car, does he look like he cheats.

She just sat there smiling, watching her boy get protective over her little sister without even thinking about it. God, she loved him.

Family.

Chris was family.

An hour later, Ava stumbled through the door, cheeks pink, trying way too hard to act casual.

Chris was on her the second she kicked off her shoes.

“So? This guy?” he asked, arms crossed, eyebrow arched like he was about to judge the shit out of whoever dared to breathe near her.

Ava flopped onto the couch. “He’s nice. Smart. Plays soccer.”

Chris narrowed his eyes. “Soccer players are fuckboys.”

Ava rolled her eyes. “You were a fuckboy when you met Y/N.”

The entire room fell dead silent.

Nick practically slid off the couch from laughing.

Matt coughed into his sleeve.

Chris stood there, mouth opening and closing like he was buffering.

“That’s different,” he muttered finally.

Y/N burst out laughing, and Chris shot her a betrayed look, which only made her laugh harder.

—

Later, after everyone crashed for the night, she and Chris were tangled up on the couch, a shitty rom-com playing in the background, the glow from the TV painting soft shadows over the room.

Chris had one hand tucked under her shirt, tracing lazy shapes against her ribs, the other one tangled in her hair.

And right there, against his heartbeat, she realized,

this was it.

This was what home was supposed to feel like.

Not screaming.

Not bruises.

Not fear curling up in her gut.

Just him.

Just them.

a/n: IYIWDW is finally over. I'm so sad to end this series but i'm already speculating a new au and I promise it'll be better.

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[nevadancitizen]

-> CH. 10: EITHER FICKLE OR A FRIEND (OR A REALLY FUCKING FICKLE FRIEND)

synopsis: connor and you have a conversation. it's not uncomfortable, per se, but it's weird. connor's acting weird.

word count: 2.4k

ships: Connor/Reader, Hank Anderson & Reader

notes: me? projecting onto y/n? it's more likely than you think

HoFS taglist: @catladyhere , @foggy0trees0 , @princessofenkanomiya , @n30n-f43 , @igna4400 (if you'd like to be added to the taglist, just ask!)

HEAD OF FALSE SECURITY MASTERLIST

Connor’s sitting in his unofficially designated chair in the corner of the android autopsy room, and you’re puttering about, stealing glances at him out of the corner of your eye.

Again, the loud and prideful creature in you is baying and yowling like a dog near death. It’s telling you to kick him out – that his kind-of-aggression and kind-of-manipulation is completely unforgivable. It curses at you for your faults, for being weak for him when he feels absolutely nothing for you. 

But you swallow it. You stomp it down and tell it to be quiet for now. 

You pat the autopsy table. It’s surprisingly loud, and startles you a little. “Khm… if you’d like to get started on the memory transfer, you can get up on the table.”

Connor stands and moves over to the autopsy table. He sits on it and leans forward, his elbows on his knees. 

You pull a couple of cables from a drawer in your desk and plug them into the side of one of your computers. When you turn to Connor, you hold up the other ends of them. “I need to plug these into your ports.”

Connor turns his head to the side and presses behind his ear. The plastic of his skin slides back, revealing two small ports. 

“Jacking in. Don’t move.” You grab Connor’s jaw to steady him, then jack in the ports one at a time. 

You pull away and turn to your monitor before you fully register what you just did. You’re so used to doing it out of instinct that you didn’t realize you were holding his face. You feel the tips of your ears start to burn, but clear your throat and try to shake it off. 

“I’m going to sift through your memory banks,” you say without turning to look at him. “Have you had this… well, I usually call it an operation, but it’s not really one. Have you had a query run on your memory before?”

“Not by an external source,” Connor says. “But I do recall the events that happened throughout the day and process them while in standby or rest mode.”

“So you call queries on yourself?” You say. “Huh. Never heard of androids doing that before. But I guess you are a prototype.”

You put your head down and start to type. “Give me temporary access to your systems?”

A pop-up appears on your monitor:

> Android “Connor” (model RK800) giving admin access to Memory Banks. Accept access? Y/N

You click accept and multiple windows appear on your screen. You sort through them and find what you’re looking for. You quickly type:

RK800.memory-banks(location.search);

//=> ‘?Jericho’ {date=11-08-2038} 

A short clip comes up after a few seconds of load time. It starts with a first-person shot of Connor looking at you (god, did you really look that worried?), then takes off and charges the deviant. He connects with the other android, and then you see it: Jericho, painted on a piece of rusty metal, just like how Connor described. Then, Connor is ripped from his connection. The video ends.

“That looks like a…” you mutter to yourself. You don’t finish the sentence. 

“Looks like a what?” Connor pipes up from behind you. 

You rewind the footage from Connor’s memory banks and look at it again. “I was going to say it looks like a boat, but…”

“It’s highly unlikely that the deviants are residing on a boat,” Connor says. “There aren’t many abandoned boats along the Detroit River, and certainly not one big enough to house most of the deviant androids.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought, too,” you say. “It’s not like there’s just a freighter floating around for them to take.”

You put your head down again and put in the commands to copy the video to your desktop. After a few seconds, it’s done. 

“Okay.” You pull away from the keyboard and turn to Connor. “I’m done.”

“Actually, Officer?” Connor asks.

Your eyebrows furrow. “Yes?”

He glances away, then back to you. “Do you have the equipment required to run a diagnostic on an android?”

“Uh…” You let out an exhale of air with something between confusion and disbelief. “Yeah? Yeah, I do. Why?”

“Can you run a diagnostic on me?” Connor asks.

“Wh…” Your face twists in confusion. “Why would you want that? I thought you had the operating power to run diagnostics on yourself.”

“I do,” Connor says, and it’s almost like there’s a hint of defensiveness in his tone. “But… I’d just like a second opinion.”

You nod, slowly. “Okay. I’ll… I’ll get that up and running.”

You turn back to the computer and close the running programs to make space for the ones you open. When you’re done, you move over to Connor and remove the cables after warning him. You almost cradle his head as you press your left palm to the port behind his ear, your thumb on his cheek. (The proud creature inside you whines and barks and kicks your liver at that.)

The wires from your glove quickly replace the cables that were just there a moment ago. Connor’s eye twitches once. 

You look over your shoulder at the computer. It’s already automatically running the diagnostic you queued up – way too slow for your liking, might you add.

“Do you have any more books on Russian literature?” Connor asks out of the blue.

You turn back to him. “Yeah. Russians of the past loved to philosophize and think. There wasn’t much else to do when most of the year was spent below freezing for most people. Why do you ask?”

“I was just curious,” Connor says. “I want to know more about you.”

You do your best to hide the bitterness that boils up in your belly. You honestly can’t tell if this is Connor trying to make conversation or another one of his little manipulative tactics. You can do nothing but operate on blind faith.

Connor glances at you out of the corner of his eye, then looks forward. “What is Russian literature about?”

You hem and haw and collect your thoughts before speaking. “It has sobornost, metaphysics, religiosity, intuitionism, positivism, realism… but I like the ones that are more universal. The ones that can apply to everyone.”

“What do you mean?” He says.

“The books about the fear of failure, and the fear of death. How it sucks to be Russian.” You shrug with one arm, trying not to jostle Connor too much. “I mean, all national literatures are – only the name of the nation changes.”

“Hm,” Connor hums and looks down. Looks like you’ve given him something to think about for the time being. 

You look over your shoulder, and the computer screen shows that the diagnostic is nearly done. When it finally finishes, you disengage the wires, the palm of your hand and fingers cool where it touched Connor’s skin. 

You step back and turn to the computer, looking over the diagnostic report. Everything seems normal, and the ALL SYSTEMS NOMINAL! message at the bottom of the page confirms that.

“Yeah, you’re fine,” you say. “Not a hair out of place.”

You turn and lean back against the desk. Connor is looking down at the ground. He stays like that for a second, then looks up at you.

“Do you have books on the history of the USSR?” He asks. You internally note his (maybe unintentional) dismissal of the diagnostic report.

“Yeah.” You open a drawer and pull out the first book you see, then hold it up for Connor. It’s a book that was published in the late 1900’s, named The Reversal of Archduke Franz Ferdinand: How the Death of Agent Ekaterina Nechayeva Prevented the Collapse of the USSR. 

“This one is about the Kollektiv 2.0 Disaster and how the death of Major Sergey Nechayev’s wife inadvertently prevented things from…” You think for a moment. “Well, not from going wrong, but from things getting worse.”

You look down at the book. “It’s the same butterfly effect Archduke Franz Ferdinand created, but in reverse. She saved lives by dying instead of ending them.”

“That’s interesting,” Connor says.

“Somewhat.” You put the book back and shut the drawer, then look back up at Connor. “Kind of like… you. You could’ve died killing that deviant in Stratford Tower – the station android. But you risked that to save human lives.” You narrow your eyes at him. “Why?”

Connor looks at you with those big doe eyes. He blinks and tilts his head to the side. “If the deviant succeeded in its mission of a mass shooting, it would’ve most likely killed Lieutenant Anderson, too. Like I said a few days ago, I need both the Officer and the Lieutenant for maximum efficiency when solving this case.”

“So you put your secondary mission above your first,” you say. “Because hunting deviants is your top objective, yes? So you put the safety of Hank above your primary mission.”

“I…” Connor’s LED turns yellow, then returns to blue. “Yes, I did. Because Lieutenant Anderson’s safety was compromised at that moment.”

You hum and lean back, crossing your arms. You didn’t exactly love putting him in situations like this – ones where he was forced to reflect inwardly, guided by your hand. How you both somehow rounded back to these conversations and topics was almost like a base instinct, spurred on by your primal reptilian hindbrain and his innermost motherboards. 

“Why do you keep doubting my non-deviancy status?” Connor finally asks. 

“I…” You exhale sharply. “I’m just not used to being around androids that are so expressive. I know it’s part of your… social relations program or your interrogation software, but still. Maybe I’m just a fool.”

You tap the front of the drawer you just shut. “Not a fool regarding books or cybernetics or polymer, but a fool regarding relationships.”

Connor looks at you weirdly. “Officer, we’re not… in a relationship.”

“Not like that!” You feel your face grow warm. “We’re two people that have met each other. By definition, we have a relationship.”

“Oh,” he says. “Well, what do you think of our relationship?”

“I mean…” You look up at the ceiling, your eyes tracing the outlines of the tiles. “I’ve always had trouble putting people into boxes. My mind seems to blur the lines between stranger, acquaintance, and friend. So most people, even friends, just default to some weird in-between.”

Your eyes return to Connor. “Are we… friends? Because I don’t know if we are. I don’t mean that in a bad way, I just… truly don’t know.”

Connor tilts his head to the side. It kind of reminds you of a puppy looking at something it doesn’t understand. “I believe so.”

You allow yourself to feel just a spark of hope, but you’re careful to not let it ignite into a Californian wildfire. You bite the inside of your lip to keep from smiling too widely. “It would be nice to be friends. But… you have to promise me something.”

“Yes?” He says.

You steel your expression. “You admitted to basically manipulating me to get into my good graces. Please, don’t do that again. I don’t want you to be fake around me. I…” You swallow thickly. The creature of pride in your belly is baying and scratching at the walls of your stomach. “I don’t want the Connor who kisses ass at every opportunity, or the one who worships the dirt I piss on. I want the real Connor. Even if… even if the real Connor is just a machine.”

Connor just stares at you, almost unblinking. His LED is circling in on itself in a steady yellow. You feel your face start to burn hot with shame and you’re just about ready to fall through the ground. Your eyes fall to the floor.

“Uh, never mind, forget I said –”

“No,” Connor cuts you off. “You’re right. I shouldn’t have done that. I’ll try my best not to… ‘kiss ass’ in the future.”

You feel a laugh bubble up in your throat and you can’t even stop it before it spills from your lips. It’s so sudden that you have to bring a hand to your mouth to try to silence yourself.

Connor looks at you inquisitively. “Why are you laughing?”

“You…” You giggle, then clear your throat. “That’s the first time I’ve heard you curse. It sounds weird coming from you. Like it’s foreign.”

“I’ve always been able to curse,” Connor says. “I just don’t feel the need to.”

“I know,” you say. “It’s just… odd, is all. I’m not used to it. Like when someone tells you the sky is blue. You have to pause for a moment, then you think, ‘Oh, of course. That’s obvious.’ Not because you didn’t know that the sky is blue, but because you’re not used to people stating the obvious like that.”

“Huh.” Connor looks down at the floor. “You talk a lot. It’s useful for my machine learning algorithms.”

You perk up a little at that. To hear Connor say that he likes when you talk, even in a completely roundabout way, is… weirdly comforting. (You can faintly feel the dry grass around the spark of hope catching fire in your chest. The proud beast stomps out the growing flames and keeps it in check to make sure it stays just that – a small, flickering spark.)

“Well, khm…” you look away and scratch your cheek. “Thank you.”

Connor nods, but doesn’t speak.

You glance at the clock on one of your many monitors. It’s nearing seven in the evening. “I should probably get going. It’s getting late.”

“It is,” Connor says. 

You quickly save everything on your computer and shut off the monitors. You grab your coat from the back of your chair by your desk and shrug it on. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” You say. 

“Yes.” Connor’s eyes twitch and his LED flashes yellow for a moment. “Lieutenant Anderson has just alerted me that his request for a meeting with Elijah Kamski has been accepted. It’s set for 11:20 AM tomorrow.”

You nod. “And I’m assuming Hank will swing by to pick me up.”

“Yes,” Connor says. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Officer. Have a good night.”

You smile at him, a lightness in your chest. “You too.”

[dioslesbianwife]

I really love all of the fics you wrote! Can you do Bucciarati gang with reader who’s great at rhythm games? Games like Osu or DDR.

<33 thank you!! lol words cannot describe how bad i suck at rhythm games haha- anyways sure, ty for requesting and i hope you enjoy!

Bucciarati

He’s supportive from the start, even if he doesn’t totally understand how the games work.

Watches you play Osu with a respectful, hands-behind-his-back expression like you’re performing surgery.

When he sees you play DDR for the first time, he smiles proudly like a soccer mom.

“That was… incredible. I didn’t know a human body could move that quickly without a Stand.”

Offers you towels and water between sessions like a coach.

Once tried to play with you and had the stiffest, most awkward footwork you’ve ever seen- but he was so serious about it you didn’t laugh.

“Perhaps I should leave it to the professionals, eh?”

Always claps when you get a full combo.

Giorno

He’s fascinated. He watches every detail and picks up the mechanics unnaturally fast.

Secretly tries to practice when you’re not around. One day he nearly matches your high score and you're like “??? Have you been TRAINING?!”

“I merely observed your form and committed it to memory.”

No Giorno. You grinded on Extreme Mode every night.

If you do a VR rhythm game like Beat Saber, he’s entranced by the flow of movement and asks philosophical questions.

“It’s like a dance of light. Is this what digital harmony looks like?”

You, sweaty and screaming: “I JUST FULL COMBO’D MELTDOWN ON EXTREME!!!”

Abbacchio

“Hmph. Pointless games.”

That’s what he says. But he peeks over your shoulder constantly and flinches every time you miss a note.

Accidentally gets invested and blurts, “Come on, hit the red!”

Then pretends he didn’t say it.

If you invite him to play, he rolls his eyes and acts like it’s a waste of time.

Proceeds to rage when he fails the tutorial.

“This game is broken. These arrows are bullshit.”

Eventually gets weirdly competitive and spends a week trying to beat you. He never does.

Mista

His mind is blown.

You’re jumping around on a DDR pad like a beast and he’s like “HOW ARE YOU DOING THAT??”

Tries to join you. Trips. Gets boo’d off the pad by the Pistols.

You try to teach him and he just flails like a confused duck.

“Wait wait wait- red arrow means what??”

Treats you like a gaming god. “I will give you my entire paycheck if you beat this song again.”

He talks a lot while you’re playing: “You’re like a ninja! You’re a note ninja!!”

Sometimes makes a little cheering section with the Sex Pistols: “Go Y/N go Y/N!!”

Fugo

Secretly thinks it’s one of the most impressive things he’s ever seen.

You show him your full combo on a 10-star Osu map and he pauses like, “That’s… actually really difficult. You have incredible cognitive processing speed.”

Starts breaking down the math of timing windows and BPM like a nerd.

“Did you memorize the whole chart? Or are you processing it live?”

You: “Uh. I just… vibe.”

He’s the only one who could keep up with you if he practiced, but he gets so mad when he misses one note that it’s not worth it.

Once rage quit and screamed “WHY IS MIKU LAUGHING AT ME?!”

Trish

Pretends not to be impressed, but she is SO impressed.

“It’s just pressing buttons in time, right?” she says, but her jaw is tight.

She tries it one time and dies instantly, then looks at you like you’re some mythical beast.

“Okay… how do your fingers move like that? Are you using a Stand? Be honest.”

Lowkey films you and posts clips online. “My friend/partner is literally insane at rhythm games.”

Starts requesting songs like a DJ. “Do the Pretty Cure one. You’re cute when you’re focused.”

Buys you pink fingerless gloves to wear while gaming. “So your hands don’t get sore. Also because it’s fashionable.”

Narancia

YOUR #1 FAN.

You are like a deity to him. He thinks you’re the coolest human being on Earth.

“BRO!! You just did a double spin kick!! YOU’RE NOT EVEN HUMAN!!”

Bounces up and down during your songs like a kid on sugar.

He’s awful at the games but so enthusiastic that it’s hilarious.

“WHY DO I KEEP FAILING ‘BUTTERFLY’?? THAT SONG’S FOR BABIES!!!”

You: “It’s okay. You’re still doing good.”

Narancia: 🥹💥💘💘

He tries to create a song just for you on StepMania. It’s mostly “BAKA MITAI” but with gun sound effects.

[yuriosakawa]

Eve sat curled up on her beanbag chair, laptop perched on her knees, a half-finished smoothie slowly sweating on her nightstand. The late afternoon sun filtered in through her window—but her attention was laser-focused on the screen in front of her.

The Mini-Tap Affection Mode had just unlocked.

Artistic still-frame versions of Robot, Rex, and Invincible were standing in front of a row of heart meters. At the top of the screen: “Tap wisely. Consent is cute!”

Eve smirked. “Okay. Let’s see what this is about.”

She tapped Rex’s arm.

Rexsplode: “Hey, you tryna cop a feel? At least buy me dinner first.” [+2 Playful, +1 Flirty]

She snorted. “That tracks.”

Next, she tapped Mark—just a light tap to the shoulder.

Invincible: “Oh! You scared me. But... this is nice.” [+3 Shy Affection]

“Oh my God, you’re adorable.” Then she poked Robot’s arm.

Robot: “I understand this is a form of bonding.” [+1 Curiosity, +2 Respect]

Each of them had different quirks. If she tapped too many times, the dialogue would shift.

Invincible: “Umm… do you need something?” [-2 Comfort, -1 Trust]

Rexsplode: “Okay, okay, we get it. I’m hot. Tone it down.” [-3 Flirty, +1 Annoyed]

Robot: “I will now engage privacy protocols.” [-10 Affection. Robot puts up a digital force field.]

Eve groaned. “I just earned the rooftop confession scene. Don’t backslide now, you tiny emotionally repressed dork.”

She restarted the level.

After fifteen minutes of careful, strategic tapping (a skill she felt vaguely ashamed to be good at), she finally got all three boys to smile and lean into her virtual affection.

The screen rewarded her with a new CG: the boys in cozy hoodies, sitting around a campfire, laughing at something her character had just said. Warm colors, soft lighting. Eve sighed dreamily.

Then—a knock. She slammed the laptop shut.

“Who is it?” she called.

The door creaked open. Mark peeked his head in. “Hey, I was in the neighborhood. Thought I’d—why are you redder than your hair?”

“Nothing!” she said way too fast. “Just—weather. Solar flares. Woman stuff. Don’t worry about it.”

Mark raised an eyebrow. “Right. Anyway, William said you stopped by yesterday? Something about a dating sim?”

Eve’s soul left her body.

“I-it was just a joke,” she blurted. “Really niche. Super dumb. Totally not something I spent three hours on last night trying to unlock the 'Group Hot Springs' bonus ending.”

Mark blinked. Eve blinked back.

Mark slowly grinned.

“So... you tapped me?”

She threw a pillow at him. “GET OUT.”

[asegunda]

Special Invention

PJO

Pairing: Platonic! Leo Valdez x Deaf! GN! Reader

Summary: Leo meets someone special, in lots of ways. Warnings: Too much fluff, remember I warned you.

Notes: I did one of those trop generators HAHAHA and it got 'disableid' so I thought of this! Hope you like it. ❤️

Another shiny day at Camp Half-Blood, not that Leo knew that it was shiny since he was working on some 'awesome' new machine, not even barely eating. But this wasn't unusual, Piper already passed in the cabin 9 cabin and bunker some 10 times today.

The only time he takes his eyes out of the work is when one of the Athena kids calls him and tells that Chiron wants to talk with him.He wonders what could it be...he and the rest of his cabin didn't bomb or put fire this week in anything...still, but they still didn't!

As he enters the room, Chiron is in his 'wheel chair mode', Leo always loved how tat machine was, his mimd starts to wander around until he hears a cough sound, he looks at Chiron again.

"You can sit Leo." Chiron smiles at him and points at the chair, he sits and messes with his fingers."So...I'm guessing you want to know why you're here." Chiron starts. Duh, Leo thinks but doesn't say anything just says a yes."So I don't know if you heard about the last mission here at camp."

He continues and Leo tries to remember but it just comes in a blank.

"Well, by that reaction I guess you don't..." Chiron nods to himself and sighs. "Well, it was a mission to rescue a new demigod and...it didn't go very well, the demigod was on a school trip to an airplane museum..."

"Wow, that sounds cool!" Leo smiles."Well, yeah it is cool, but remember when I said that the mission didn't fo very well?" He tells.Leo didn't even remember but he nods."Well, a monster apeared and...the demigod-" Chiron says and is interrupted."Is dead?" Leo asks but feels dumb the moment he says seeing the look on Chiron face."No. Thank the Gods for that." He says. "But...the fight with the monster damaged a lot of plains and well with the gasoline and the coal-" He is interrupted again."It exploded right?" Leo says, more an affirmation than a question. "Yes, unfortunately yes." Chiron sighs. "And the demigod we rescued, Y/N, became...deaf by the explosion." Chiron says looking at the papers at his table."Yeah, you were right it's not cool anymore." Leo sighs. "And why am I here?" "I would like for you and the Hephestus cabin to try to build a machine to make atleast the situation better. And while it isn't ready, try to think of a way to help Y/N communicate that isn't an notebook, we don't want no one uncomfortable, even more when something so unfortunate occurred."Leo nods. "I see. We are going to try our best!" He smiles and Chiron smiles too. "Thank you Leo, really."

Leo nods again and gets out of the place."Well, more work to do..." He sighs and goes to tell the news to the rest of the cabin.

1.

The first time he meets Y/N it's in the infirmary, almost all of the beds are full because it was Saturday, wich means that yesterday it was the Capture the Flag.

Leo sighs trying to find the known blonde, as he sees he goes to him."Hey Will!" He smiles to the Apollo child.

He looks at Leo, and the first thing Leo notices it's that he is pale, really pale, but he still smiles at Leo.

"Leo! What brings you here?" He asks.

"Hmm, a kind of mission if you get me." He winks, but Will just looks at him with a confused face and Leo explains it that he talked to Chiron about the new kid.

"Oh Y/N! Poor kid..really, so suddenly...well we can't do nothing can we? Just give our best support.." He sighs.

"Well actually that is why I am here, Chiron wants my cabin to build a machine to help." He smiles."That is great, come I'm gonna show you where Y/N is." He starts walking towards a more quiet corner where you can see a figure looking at the window watching other campers play volleyball.

"Hope it works." Will gives him a thumbs up and goes help an Hermes kid at another bed.

He walks to the bed and sits in a chair across the bed.

You jump in suprise as you see him."What do you want?" You say and point at a 'Big Hero 6' notebook at the drawer.

Leo takes it and the pen. 'Chiron sent me'. He gives it to you and you read it, as you finish you look at him.

"And?" You ask. You give him the notebook again. Now he writes all the talk he had with Chiron, as you read it you look at him again.

"Would you do that for me?" You ask again.Leo nods and you smile at him.

"Well...what are you going to teach me while that machine isn't ready?" You tell him and Leo smile fades, he didn't thought about it and didn't even learn nothing to help you. He tries to think of something fast, he doesn't want you to think he is a loser. He then remembers his mother but he puts that idea aside.

You start looking at him confused and he gives up.

He takes the 'Big Hero 6' and writes something, he sighs.

"Morse code? You know it?" You sound really excited, not that you could hear your own entusiasm.

Leo nods and you smile.

He writes again: 'How about we start now?' He smiles at you and you do too.

2.

The machine still isn't ready...months later, but Leo knows it will be awesome and you will love it, he gets up of his work chair and gets out of bunker 9.

He goes to the strawberry field when he sees you. He sits by your side and you smile at him.'Prepared for our class?' He says and you nod.

You go with him to the infirmary, because it looks like it's the only quiet place outside the empty cabins.

Will smiles as he sees you both.

This was already your 15th class, not that you were counting of course.You two continue like this and at the end of the day Leo gives you a candy.

'It's from Will's cup for the patients but I don't think he needs it.' He says in morse code and he winks at you.

"Thanks." You say both loudly and in morse code and you eat the sweet.

3.

The machine is finaly ready! Leo thinks, you are going to love it.He goes to you and says that he wants you to see something.

You think if it is the machine and you are starting to get excited. As you enter cabin 9 with him you just can think of two things: the machine and the dirty mess that the cabin is. You ignore the second and look at Leo, as he makes a drum sound, you can't hear it but he tells you later that it was supposed to be drums.He takes out of his back a machine kind of looking like headphones you look at it and Leo makes morse code: 'Try it!'You smile and put it in your head. At first nothing happens but after you can hear Leo say: 1, 2 and 3 does it work?"It works!" You hug him and he smiles at you."Pffft. I knew it would work." He says smirking, didnt you know that he tried to give up 3 times, all of them he didn't because it was you who needed them.You smirk at him too."Leo." You start.

"Yes?" He asks.

"You sound weird." You say and Leo remembers that you never heard his voice before, it looks like he knew you for his whole life but it was just some months.

"You're not getting a swett today." He says nodding in disaproval.

"Leo!" You pout and he smiles.

Later you get the candy after some more pounting and Leo tells you that the machine has a secret sticker, you wonder what it is and he shows you.

It is a 'Big Hero 6' sticker, like the image from your notebook, you chuckle and he does too.

[ometochtli2rabbit]

MAYA:

13.0.12.11.16

lajun[10] KIB|AJMAQ wisdom] - kanlajun[14] ZOTZ

galactic tone: manifestation

sun sign: WISDOM| vulture or bee/yellow or blue/south

sit on a rock

NAHUA:

mahtlactli [10] - COZCACUAUHTLI

Tezacatlipoca | Itzpapalotl

tecolotl [great horned owl]

lord of the night: Tlaloc

trecena [10]: Tepeyollotl

x: mahtlactli-onei [13] - teotleco

"Dreamtime People", Johnny Warangkula Tjupurrla, 1973.

"Congress of the Peoples for Peace", Frida Kahlo, 1952.

Personality and Destiny: (those born on KIB days)

Studious and analytic, they are great strategists who are tenacious in all they do. Respectful of others, prudent, and intelligent. They can be brave and visionaries, open to confrontation but impenetrable in essence. Good event coordinators. They say what is on their mind, but not their heart, making them appear cold and unaffectionate. People of great memory, they have a keen interest in their past and ancestors. Respect for tradition. Good sense of humor. They fall in and out of love, but always have love in their lives. Lucky in business. Usually forgiven their sins so that they may continue to prosper. - www.mayan-calendar.com

As the days continue to go, let us not forget what we all are, PEOPLE (so long SLY):

Sly and the Family Stone: Everyday People

Arrested Development: People Everyday

Foster the People: Imagination

Journey: Don't Stop Believin'

Billie Eilish: Not My Responsibility

Lynyrd Skynyrd: Ballad of Curtis Loew

Taylor Swift: I Look in People's Windows

The Village People: Macho Man

Empire of the Sun: We Are the People

Alan Parsons Project: Games People Play

Marilyn Manson: The Beautiful People

Earth, Wind and Fire: Mighty Mighty

Halsey: People Disappear Here

Beach House: Other People

Demo Lovato: Lonely People

America: Lonely People

Dilated Peoples: Worst Comes to Worst

Tame Impala: List of People (To Try and Forget About)

Air Supply: Two Less Lonely People in the World

Hozier: Like Real People Do

Gracie Abrams: Two People

Kid Cudi: Sad People

Selena Gomez: People You Know

The Roots: When the People Cheer

Marina: Highly Emotional People

Nahko and Medicine for the People: Budding Trees

Alabama Shakes: Future People

ABBA: People Need Love

Yes: I've Seen All Good People

Oasis: Champagne Supernova

R.E.M. ft Kate Pierson: Shiny Happy People

A Tribe Called Quest: We the People...

The Stylistics: People Make the World Go 'Round

The Who: Eminence Front

Stevie Wonder: Sir Duke

Rage Against the Machine: People of the Sun

The Rolling Stones: Troubles A Comin'

The Impressions: People Get Ready

Talking Heads: Slippery People

Bob Marley: Exodus

Slipknot: People = Shit

Billy Joel: An Innocent Man

The Doors: People Are Strange

Echo and the Bunnymen: People Are Strange

Lana Del Rey & Stevie Nicks: Beautiful People, Beautiful Problems

Depeche Mode: People are People

Britney Spears ft. Madonna: Me Against the Music

Queen: All God's People

David Bowie & Queen: Under Pressure

David Bowie: Cat People (Putting Out Fire)

James Brown: People Get Up and Drive Your Funky Soul

Paul & Linda McCartney: Too Many People

The Beatles: Eleanor Rigby

John Lennon: Imagine & Power to the People

[secretlysimpash]

graves + what happens when his youngest is threatened

Warnings: violence

(The wife mentioned could be seen as the reader, either way this was just an excuse to write)

God help anyone that comes for Graves' youngest. The kid has a habit of proudly announcing who her daddy is and what he does, which unfortunately catches the attention of one of his enemies.

So imagine Graves' horror when it gets back to him that the bastard is outside of his house. He only knows because he gets a text from a random number...With an attachment of whoever it is recording right outside of a window. From that video alone, he can hear who it is...Taunting him.

Whats worse is that his youngest is in shot, inside the house in the living room. She's probably playing a video game (one that her mom would hate to see her playing). Home alone since her siblings and mom are out. Completely unaware of the man outside...Until he breaks the window and the video cuts.

Graves is only about 10 minutes away, tending to some Shadow business. But the drive to his house from the base is roughly 5 minutes, driving with one thing in mind. Keep his daughter safe. For all he knows, he could already be too late...That thought alone makes him blow right through the last red light before home.

Finally, he pulls up to the house, not bothering to park the car properly in the driveway. Jumping out of the driver's side and drawing his gun, he barges into the house.

Glass is scattered on the ground, traces of blood here and there. A broken vase is on the floor just a few feet away from the glass. Water and blue roses are scattered around.

But worst of all...The sleeve of his daughter's favorite hoodie. On the ground, torn off at the shoulder seam. His lungs are full, prepared to berate the piece of shit if he's still here...Until...

"Pop! Its okay, its okay! C'mere!"

His youngest. She sounds...Okay? Maybe a little shaken. He runs into the kitchen, where his youngest is standing beside a chair...With the man who broke in being haphazardly tied to it.

He's out cold, a reddish-purple bruise blooming right on his temple. Blood trickles from his nose and down his lips...Or at least onto the silver tape that had been slapped over his mouth. There's also droplets of water and a leaf on his head...Well, that explains what happened to the wife's favorite vase. He makes a mental note to buy a new one.

"Pumpkin...You did this?" Graves asks, even if the answer is obvious. His eyes dart to one of the man's arms and--oh god. "What the fuck'd you do to his arm?"

The arm in question is bent in an unnatural way. He honestly wouldn't be surprised if a bone was sticking out under the sleeve of this fucker's jacket.

The kid just holds up a sledgehammer, that she no doubt got from the shed, and simply states, "Grabbed this earlier to recreate something I saw in a movie...Came in handy when he busted in here. Swung until I heard a snap and it bend the other way."

Graves checks the guy, keeping his gun in one hand. There's still a pulse...No matter how weak. Breathing, though shallow. Yeah...The bastard's not getting up for a while. He'd have to call some of his men to clean up before the wife gets home.

"Alright, kid..." He says, turning to his youngest. Graves goes into worried papa mode right away, checking her for any injuries. "You alright...? He get you? And what movie were you even recreating?"

"I'm fine, didn't get me except for grabbin' my arm before I whacked him over the head, and don't worry about it."

Graves lets out a shaky laugh, shooting a text to his most trusted Shadows to come and help. Of all of his kids, this one is the most likely to give him a heart attack. He pulls her into a hug after smoothing her hair down a bit and fixing the hood on her hoodie...Which is clearly missing a sleeve now.

He can fix it. He can clean this up. And he can absolutely get his wife a bigger, better vase with a beautiful bouquet.

But seriously...

God help anyone that comes for Graves' youngest...Because its his kid after all.

[bloodsol94]

OC Deep Dive Tag

Thank you @nemo-in-wonderland and @mogruith for this invite, and possible near brake down, but I came through. And I am really sorry for the delay, life got in the way.

(Now remember I am still working on Tavlon and Myron's back story, so its a bit patchy in here)

But now i have FINNALY done this and I really hope you all like it.

And with out further ado, this is Tavlon.

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PHOBIAS AND OTHER FEARS:

Spiders, Tavlon is terrified of spiders, witch is ironic as she wants to kill Loth, (perma kill). She is also terrified of losing Myron, her heart and soul. If anything happens to him, she WILL go through you, body and soul. After 30 years in this world she has learned that the world is cruel, and she can't stop time.

PET PEEVES:

As Tavlon is trans (male to female) and sense she don't have breast yet, she really don't like it when someone miss gender her. And she really don't like it when someone, (like some pumpus rich boy/girl) tells her she is a forced baby and that she is a devil, that killed her mother. That her Sword (that she got from her mother) must be given to one of them. That one ended when the blade burned one of there's hands, when they tried to steal it.

And after she transiond to female, she got "you can't do that, you are a girl" and the stuff we all have

3 ITEMS YOU COULD FIND IN THER BEDROOM

normal stuff you might fin in a noble woman's room?

A picture of her mother, looking happy down at baby Tavlon, before she died.

Myron if he is in Baldur's gate. And he is normally napping then. It's hard traveling from Neverwinter.

Then you can find her massive library one of her (many) uncles, for some reason magicked into a corner of her room.

FIRST THING THEY NOTES IN A PERSON

There eyes, 9 out of 10 times she can tell a persons intentions. The other time her ADHD kicks in and she will not allow her self to look at someone.

ON A SCALE OF 1-10, HOW HIGH IS THER PAIN TOLLERANCE?

She has a god pain tolerance, i would say she has around a 7. She has broken bones, her tail has gotten stuck in a (many) doors, and she has a cousin that is an absolute idiot, so she has 0 of 10, when it comes to her migraines, and cousin may end up dead, if he don't run fast. Or if it's Asmodeus sitting in a corner. Then her migraine brakes the scale.

DO THEY GET INTO FIGHT OR FLIGHT MODE WHEN UNDER PRESSURE?

Let me paint you a picture of the first time she meet Asmodeus.

There she was, coming out of the bath, in nothing but a towel. And there he stands, Asmodeus, the archdevil supreme in all his treffiding glory. They look at one another really confused. And then Asmodeus has his nose broken by an angry short tiefling. A female tiefling that is a paladin, so quite a strong punch. Then she grabbed her sword ready to fight him, only for him to leave. Oh! she castrated Mammon when he came to make a contract with her cousin. That must have been a fun thing to tell the other archdevils when asked.

She is a punch first, ask questions later, type of girl.

DO THEY COME FROM A BIG FAMILY/ ARE THEY A FAMILY PERSON?

Oh yes she is from a big family, she is an only child, but she has 12 cousins, 8 uncles, 5 aunts (one that married a archdemon (homebrew everyone)), 10 grand uncles, 1 grand aunt. And one grandfather.

So yes, she comes from a big family, a really big one.

WHAT ANIMAL REPESENTS THEM BEST?

Myron would say, it's a cat. Her idiot cousin would say that the terrasque is her soul taken form. Her grandfather would say she is like a Labrador. I will say she is like Amaterasu from Okami, she is loyal to her friends, and a nightmare to her enemies.

WHAT IS A SMELL THAT THEY DISLIKE?

She hates the smell of the durian fruit. She can not stand it. And she does not like the smell coming from the gothic mansion of Casador Szarr, for some reason.

HAVE THEY BROKEN ANY BONES?

Yes she has broken many bones. She has fallen down stairs, down trees, out one or more windows. She has had her tail crushed several times in doors, nearly broke her neck playing with Mr. Floppy (her terresque, name may change). She once broke her arm in 7 different places sparing with one of her grand uncles. Grandfather beat his brother really good that day

HOW WOULD A STRANGER LIKELY DESCRIBE THEM?

A poor person might see a calm noble, calm paladin. An noble might see a boy playing a girl. Someone that is not from Baldur's Gate, will see a force of nature.

ARE THEY A NIGHT OWL OR A MORNING BIRD?

Tavlon needs her 8 hours of sleep, she is a morning bird, that is the time she likes to look out her window at the calmness of the city, and maby read a book. She will pass out at 10 in the evening, because of that.

WHAT IS A FLAVOR THEY HATE AND A FLAVOR THEY LOVE?

Give Tavlon an apple cake, with vanilla ice cream and chocolate covered strawberries, she will be your best friend, whenever you like it or not. However, if you give her raspberry's, she will take it to be polite, but she will gag if she eats it.

DO THEY HAVE HOBBIES?

Tavlon have some hobbies, she sometimes makes jewllery, tries to write a book, she has made her own shield. She hunts down her cousins, before they do something stupid, (to her that is a hobby). But most of all, she loves to cuddle Myron if he is home.

BOOM, SUPRISE BIRTHDAY PARTY! HOW DO THEY REACT?

She will first jump and reach for her sword. Then she will cry a little, and smile. Her family makes shure that she feels loved despite her traumatic past.

DO THEY LIKE TO WEAR JEWLLERY?

Yes, she loves to wear her jewllery, she loves to show them of to her family. She has a favorite sett. And that is a ring from her mother, a necklace and marching earrings Myron made for her. Myron jokes that he can see where she is in a pitch black room, every time she has on the necklace he made. (Howl's necklace and earrings, and they are made of a scale from Bahamut, her ring is a simple cobber ring her mother loved)

DO THEY HAVE A MESSY OR NEAT HANDWRITING?

Messy, she has always had a problem writing, not from the lack of trying. It has improved really much in the couple of years, but its still quite messy, but she is not giving up.

WHAT ARE THE TWO EMOTIONS THEY FEEL THE MOST?

Love and anger. She has a lot of anger in her, something she is working on. She also has a lot of love for everyone in her life.

DO THEY HAVE A FAVOURITE FABRIC?

Cotton, ember silk (from Warcraft), and by the biggest irony, spider silk. She loves cotton, from how her now dead grandmother made her dresses, blankets, and bed. Ember silk is soft and feels good on a fevered skin when sick. Spider silk is strong and soft, and good for a beautiful dress.

WHAT KIND OF ACCENT DO THEY HAVE?

Tavlon is from Baldur's Gate, so she has a baldurian accent, with a hint of something else.

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And that is Tavlon. I am not shure that I will do one for Myron.

I will agen apologize for this being patchy, but I don't have all of her backstory, I will update this when i have more. i hope you like this. This was fun, thank you agen @mogruith and @nemo-in-wonderland for this.

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“What does that mean?”

“People snap,” she says. “Too much worry. Too much… Need for control.”

“You knew who I was when you let that corpse infect me,” Buck says. “You knew I’d want to help the people I love.”

She nods. “You’re a good man. That’s why I chose you. And that’s why I’m warning you. Be less involved in the futures you choose.”

“Alright,” Buck shrugs. “Once everything is sorted with Eddie, I will.”

Nemesis narrows her eyes. 

“Be careful,” she offers as a final warning, before getting up and walking away. 

⚖️

Buck feels a weird, ominous grip on his insides as he drives back to Eddie and Chris. He didn’t like that chat with Nemesis. Not one bit. He supposes she was trying to be helpful, in her own way. Now, instead of worrying about others’ futures, though, he’s worrying about his own. She sort of implied that he’d lose his mind. If, what? He kept caring? He’s not sure what to make of that. Other than that, he should probably be careful. 

So, Buck will be careful. He won’t… Meddle? Was that what she was getting at? He can’t meddle? Fine. He won’t, then. He’ll be done. He’ll tell Eddie. He’ll stick to just punishments for evil strangers and feel gross all the time. Whatever. That’s totally fine. It is.

On a positive note, Eddie and Chris seem really good when Buck comes back. They’ve talked. They both have red, puffy eyes, like the talk included some crying. But they seem like they’ve broken down some sort of wall. They’re smiling at each other and talking almost like normal, and even though it’s clear to Buck that Eddie is being careful, the atmosphere is good. 

Buck is so relieved he could cry. 

When he enters the room, Chris walks over to hug Buck. 

“Hey, buddy,” Buck says, squeezing him back. “What’s this for?”

“Thank you for yesterday,” Chris mumbles. 

“You’re welcome,” Buck says. “You know I’ve always got your back, right?”

“I know,” Chris confirms. 

“You ready to head back to L.A.?” Eddie asks, warm expression on his face. 

“Yeah,” Buck smiles at him. “I am.”

⚖️

The drive is nice. Far nicer than the drive to El Paso, anyway. Chris is chatty, actually. None of his newly developed teenage monosyllabic communication. He wants to catch Eddie and Buck up on all the things he’s missed, and wants to be caught up in return. It’s sweet. Buck has missed him like crazy.

“You really broke up with Tommy?” Chris asks, surprised by this news. 

“I really did,” Buck confirms.

“Why?” Chris asks. “I thought we all liked Tommy.”

Eddie coughs a little.

“Um… I just learned some things about him that made me like him less,” Buck says. “But, uh, you know… That’s okay. That happens in life.”

“Oh,” Chris says. “Well, are you only going to date guys now or will you date girls again too?”

“Chris, that’s a pretty personal question,” Eddie says. 

“It’s Buck,” Chris reasons.

Buck chuckles. “Uh, I don’t know, Chris. I don’t have an answer to that yet. Depends on… Stuff.”

“Stuff?” Eddie inquires. 

“Yeah,” Buck looks at him. He takes a moment to really look at him. Dead in the eye. “Stuff.”

Eddie swallows. “Ah. Uh… Okay.”

“You guys are being weird,” Christopher accuses from the back seat. 

“Sorry, Chris,” Eddie begins. “But-”

Eddie stops talking looking out the window. 

“Buck, look,” Eddie says, pointing out the passenger side window. 

Buck follows his gaze to fifty yards or so off the road, down a rocky slope, a car is smoking and flipped onto its back. 

“Oh god,” Buck says, hitting the blinker to pull over. 

“What’s happening?” Chris asks. 

“Call 9-1-1,” Eddie says, brain too focused on response mode to answer Chris. “I’ll go check it out.”

“Yep,” Buck says, already reaching for his phone. 

“Chris,” Eddie says, climbing out of the truck. “Stay here, okay? I don’t want you near anything dangerous.”

“O-okay,” Chris stammers.

“9-1-1, what’s your emergency?” An operator answers Buck’s call.

“Hi, I’m on I-10 a few miles north of Whitewater. There’s an SUV flipped off the side of the road,” Buck says. “No word on how many passengers yet or their condition, but I would imagine they might be in critical condition. You’ll need RA units.”

“Uh, okay, sir. Dispatching help to you.” 

“Thanks,” Buck says. “My friend and I… We’re firefighters. We’ll, uh, we’ll do what we can.”

“Please don’t put yourselves in danger, sir,” the operator says. 

“No, no, don’t worry. We’re trained,” Buck assures her. 

“Okay, can I keep you on the line until help arrives anyway?” She asks. “What’s your name?”

“Buck. You can call me Buck,” he says, unbuckling and climbing out of the truck. 

“Okay, Buck. I’m Rachel. I want you to let me know if the situation changes. Help is seven minutes away.” 

“Thanks, Rachel. You got it.” 

Buck puts the phone on speaker, shoves in the chest pocket of his flannel, and jogs off towards Eddie. 

“EDDIE!” He calls. “What’s the situation?”

“Single driver, bad head injury!” Eddie calls back. “Grab the med kit! We can’t move him in case of a spinal injury!”

“GOT IT!” Buck calls back. He turns back to the truck and lifts the phone to his mouth, relaying the information to Rachel. 

Christopher is climbing out of the car when Buck gets back. He has a worried look on his face, straining to see his dad. But the car is flipped in such a way that the driver’s seat isn’t facing them. They can’t see him. 

“What’s happening?” Chris asks. 

“A guy crashed his car and he’s hurt his head,” Buck explains, fishing for the med kit. “Your dad is helping him, but fire and rescue is on the way.”

“Okay,” Chris frowns. “The driver is alive?”’

“Yeah, he’s alive,” Buck promises. “We’re gonna try to keep him that way.”

“BUCK!” He hears Eddie call. “QUICK!” THERE’S A-”

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“What?” Eddie demands. “Adri, what is it?”

“It’s happening to you, too.”

🍂

“So,” Buck says awkwardly. He’s leaning against the truck, outside the motel room, watching Sophia type madly into her phone. 

She pauses, looks at him. 

“Yeah?” She says. 

“Uh, we don’t know each other, really,” Buck says. 

“No,” Sophia agrees, frowning. Her expression reads why is this relevant? “We don’t.”

“So I know you don’t like, trust me, but I-I promise, I-I’m doing everything I can for Eddie,” Buck says. “He’s, like, my favorite person on earth and I won’t-”

“Can I just stop you for a second,” Sophia says, raising a hand. 

Buck stops. 

“I just found out both my siblings are creatures from folklore, and my parents are probably to blame, and I might be this too, and, oh, also, my sister is responsible for the subject of several future true crime podcasts,” Sophia says. “You seem really nice, but I am going to have to process Eddie’s completely predictable gay awakening at a later date.”

Whoa. Eddie’s mentioned in the past that Sophia is the ‘intense one.’ Buck didn’t quite understand. Now he does. 

Buck nods. “Understood.”

“Good,” she replies, then returns to typing. 

A second later, Eddie bursts through the motel front door. He stumbles forward, looking green. Buck straightens up, alarmed.

“Eddie?” Sophia asks. “What’s wrong?”

“I know what’s wrong,” Buck mumbles. 

[ilovearthur-morgan]

She Keeps Me Up | Chapter 3

pairing: arthur morgan x fem!reader

plot summary: morning after ;) very fluffy. there's another gig later in the evening, but how will John react?...

warning: Fluff (if that is one?), tension? idk I can't think of any, if I've missed any pls lmk!

a/n: brace yourselves! its a longun! tysm to everyone who's been reading! I didn't think anyone would so it means the world to those who are <3

check out chapters 1 and 2!

song of the chapter below

The light of the sun gently shone through the window, past the curtains, creating a soft glow around the room. Your eyes flutter awake to see Arthur snuggled up to your chest. You thought he would've left by now, but no, he was here on your chest sound asleep. You chuckle softly to yourself as you see his peaceful condition. His head moving up and down along with your chest.

His eyes slowly open with the movement. he looks up at you, a sleepy grin upon his face. "Mornin', darlin'." he says sleepily. God, his morning voice?? you could've creamed on the spot. It was so sexy?! "Mornin' sleepyhead," you reply, a grin on your face. "What time is it?" he asks

10:11 am

It was late, you should've been up 2 hours ago! it doesn't matter, you remember to yourself, you don't have work today! Arthur watches you closely as the voices in your head battle in an internal panic, a sleepy smile grew. "You alright there, darlin'?". you can only nod.

Breakfast

You need to eat something. Arthur chuckles as your stomach growls. "I felt that." Oh god... how embarrassing! he felt your stomach grumble! Then you feel his stomach growl, too. "Me too." you reply. You both need breakfast. "Pancakes?" you ask, his eyes widen, and he nods. It seems he really wants pancakes.

He slowly peels himself off of you. You both then realise you're both still stark naked. He blushes slightly, a rosey pink sprinkled across his cheeks. He looked so adorable like that. You swing your legs over the side of the sofa and pull yourself off it. Standing in your birthday suit in front of arthur made you feel a little self-conscious. It was as if he read tour thoughts because he walked up to you and wrapped his strong muscly arms around you.

You walk him to the kitchen, his arms still around your waist. You grab the ingredients from the cupboards. However, the task proved difficult because arthur kept nuzzling his face into your neck. "Arthur, please! I'm trying to cook!" You plead. He sighs dramatically as he perches on the kitchen island as you start to make the pancakes.

You quickly grab your phone, connect it to a speaker, and press shuffle on a random playlist. "I love this song!" You exclaim as 'World in my eyes' By Depeche Mode began to echo through your kitchen. You dance along as you finish the pancake batter. You get a cheeky idea. You dip your finger into the pancake batter and dab it onto Arthur's nose. You giggle as he exclaims in surprise. If he wasn't naked, you'd definitely take a picture. He wipes his nose with a finger and then places it to his mouth, sucking on it softly. Your mouth falls open a little. My god. "You look like you dropped somethin' there, darlin'." He tells you. You give him a quizzical look as you look around your feet. "Your jaw," He finishes. you give him a sarcastic laugh. "Oh ha ha, very funny" you look at him, raising an eyebrow.

you watch the butter in the pan sizzle before placing a ladle of pancake batter into the pan. The pancake spreads out, but as you go to flip it after a few minutes, it goes wrong, and the pancake tacos. you sigh. "Oh well... The first one is sacrificed to the pancake gods anyway. " You say as you place the pancake into the food bin.

You cook up a few pancakes for you and Arthur. You sit across from each other, silently digging into the pancakes, too hungry for conversation. You both finish your pancakes, and your phone buzzes. "It's John..." You look up at arthur, a hint of fear behind your eyes. "What's it say?" he asks. "I have another gig tonight." You sigh a breath of relief. "Should we tell him?" he asks. "Up to you," you reply. "If he asks, we'll tell him. If not, let's not say, don't want to worry him, " he said, and you nodded in agreement.

Later that evening, you got dolled up into your outfit for the gig. You kiss arthur goodbye and say that you'll see him at the bar when the gig starts. You set up your amp, bass, and microphone. Arthur saunters into the dingy bar 5 minutes before the gig starts. He gives you a wave, and you wave back and blow him a kiss. He catches it.

The gig ran smoothly, with no technical difficulties, the people seemed to enjoy the music, and everyone in the band remembered all the songs. The gig draws to a close, and you finish with 'Teenage Dirtbag'.

Arthur walks over to you and John, patting him on the back. "Well done tonight, John," he says supportively. "Oh, thanks, arthur!" John exclaims. Arthur looks at you, giving you a wink. You wink back. But John looks between you, raising an eyebrow but saying nothing. He knows, and he knows that you know he knows. The tension between the three of you becomes almost tangible. "Well, I'd best be off," you say quickly before speeding out the bar.

That was close....?

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a/n: well done if you made it this far, that was a long chapter! If anyone is looking for a good pancake recipe, Nigella Lawson has a really good one. As always, thanks for reading and feedback is always greatly appreciated!

[otakween]

Digimon Tamers: Brave Tamer - Final Thoughts

Phew! If you're wondering why I've been quiet for a bit, it's because this game took me 3 weeks to beat. It was kind of grueling at times. It definitely assumes that you played the previous 3 (or 4 if Anode and Cathode count for 2) games and does NOT baby you at the start. It definitely wasn't my favorite game in the series, but the fact that it did away with the terrible old Jogress system earned it a lot of points in my book. There are still some Wonderswan games to play, but I think that's really it for Ryo games! Thank goodness :)

Notes:

Major downgrade from D1 Tamers visually! D1 was so colorful and exploring the world was actually interesting. Brave Tamer follows the Digimon World 2 strat of making every single dungeon pretty much identical and the hub world is bland as heck as well. You don't even need to travel to get to the dungeons you just walk up to the same hole every time. Lame.

Thank God this game lets digimon level up and evolve normally. It basically follows the Pokemon style of evolution. In previous games there were bullshit level caps unless you jogressed a zillion times. This game still has that dumb mechanic where your digimon devolves into a baby. I get that that happens in the show, but it felt pretty silly in the game. They get back to normal pretty quickly after a few battles.

Digimon recruitment is limited to borrowing digimon from digidestined from the various anime series. What an awkward concept. Ryo comes out of nowhere to save the day and then each partner digimon is like "See ya partner, I'm ditching you for Ryo!" I'm just imagining the characters that are left partner-less facing certain doom after Ryo leaves lol. Maybe it's one of those situations where they're only gone for a few minutes due to dimension hopping.

The card slash system (based on the Tamers universe of course) was interesting, but kind of annoying to figure out. After I got a handful of strong cards I couldn't be arsed to keep trying new jogress combos.

Speaking of taking the lazy route, I didn't use the majority of the digimon I recruited once LOL. It's more efficient to just stick with the same digimon for the whole game unless you want to spend a lot of time grinding, so that's what I did. I ended up with only mega-level digimon at the end which is frustrating because MegaloGrowmon and Taomon were at level 30! (They upgrade to mega at 31).

The bosses were strangely easy in this game (except for one that took me like 5 tries). What made it hard were the frickin' labyrinthine dungeons (the last one is TIMED! Evil). I have a terrible sense of direction IRL and in video games so the dungeons in this game were torture for me. You have to traverse up to 5 floors and sometimes there are so many dead ends and roadblocks that it takes what feels like an eternity. Also, there are random battles every 2 seconds that increase the suffering. In the later game I planned my route ahead of time by figuring out where the boss was on YouTube and mapping backwards from there. Here's a screenshot of me and my map in MS Paint:

(By the way, I always play Wonderswan games in windowed mode or else they look wonky. This time, that really came in handy).

I had to use multiple guides to figure out some of this game because the most popular walkthrough wasn't very good. It barely gives you any instructions on getting through dungeons, which was what I really needed.

Most scandalous part of this game was when Millenniummon called Ryo his lover (koibito)? Whaaaaa...?

I didn't realize that this game is a prequel to Tamers so I kinda did things out of order, whoops! I didn't realize that Cyberdramon was supposed to be the outcome of a Monodramon/Millenniummon jogress. Makes me want to rewatch some bits of the anime...

There was so much dramatic build up for the final battle and then it was so easy? I didn't even need to use the 10 low-level healing items I stocked up on. Oh well, guess I was well prepared.

Of course there's a post-game where you can scan all the digimon you missed, but that just seems silly. They're not partners in this game, they're cards. If I can't a raise a digimon I don't really see the appeal in collecting them all. (I mean I guess I wouldn't see the appeal in raising them all either, but the cards seem like even more of a waste of time).

The Wonderswan games have always been my fave digimon games but this one felt simultaneously half-assed and overly complicated. I'd give it like a 5 or 6 out of 10. Let's call it a 5.5.