#a gift from the sister most likely to get me dice
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Angel Face
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Henderson!Reader
Summary: Eddie takes Dustin to pick up his sister from the airport and is surprised with seeing his long ago best friend.
Word Count: 3395
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“You know Henderson, I didn’t know you had a sister.” Eddie turns his head slightly to glance at the younger boy in the passenger seat. He had found out about her when Dustin gathered everyone up in a meeting to announce the news that she was moving back.
“It’s not like it was a secret.” Dustin shrugs before turning his body to face Eddie. “Thanks again for driving to pick her up. It means a lot to my mom and I that you said yes when I asked.”
“Why couldn’t your mom do it again?” Eddie wasn’t complaining, he owed his friend one after he dragged him out of the upside down, though he would’ve driven him even if he hadn’t.
“She had to work because her dick of a boss wouldn’t let her take off.”
“Bummer. Tell me about this famous sister of yours that everyone knew about except for me.”
“Oh she’s the best! She’s the coolest, kindest, most caring person I know. Whenever she would come visit she’d always bring gifts for not only me but the guys too. And she was constantly sending me new dice in the letters she sent me. She’d ask me all about my interests and if I mentioned something just once she’d bring it up again in a couple of months asking if I still enjoy it. She was so quick to bond with everyone when she first met them and it wasn’t a shock that they all basically adopted her as their sister too. I mean she was there for Will in ways that I don’t even know about and I know that she had been in communication with him while they were in California more than the rest of us. And you’ve seen how Nancy and Mike interact. They don’t have the best sibling relationship so she had tried to give him the closest thing she could to what we have. And Lucas and Erica adore her completely. I get most of my best qualities from her.” Eddie smiles as he listens to Dustin ramble on about his sister. He could tell how much he loved you when he asked him to pick you up. It was obvious in his voice and his eyes how excited he was and how much he adored you. It’s why Eddie had said yes without asking questions or double guessing. Sure he had to cancel band practice but it was worth it to see Dustin so hyped up.
“She as annoying as you too?”
“Haha, very funny. I actually think you’ll like her.”
“Well the Henderson clan does seem to have a hold on me.” What with Dustin being his best friend and his mom taking a liking to him and constantly inviting him over for dinners.
Dustin practically jumps out of the van while it’s still moving as Eddie parks it in the airport parking lot. If it wasn’t for Eddie grabbing onto the back of his shirt he would’ve. Once it’s stopped fully Eddie has to rush to catch up with his friend who’s almost running to the entrance. When he finally gets him to slow down Dustin bounces with every step he takes closer to baggage claim. Eddie can’t help but smile at his excitement. Admittedly he’s excited to meet the sister that had the whole gang so excited. They had all burst into excited gasps and cheers when Dustin had brought her up and Eddie couldn’t help but feel left out at not knowing why everyone was so excited.
At the baggage claim Dustin bounces up and down in his spot while he tries to spot you in the crowd. This is easily the most exciting day of his life. His sister is coming home permanently! When you called him up to tell him that he swears it could’ve been the best day of his life. He hasn’t seen you for a few months because of school and dad not letting you visit when you normally would once a month. And while he’s upset for you that you flunked out, you had been so excited to get your degree, he’s glad you decided to continue it at a school close enough to Hawkins that you can live at home.
You spot Dustin in the crowd within minutes of getting to baggage claim. It was hard to miss the thinking cap you sent him months ago disappearing and reappearing over people's shoulders.
“Dusty!” You squeal and shoulder your way through the crowd so you can bring him into a hug.
“Y/n/n!” He flings himself into your arms and you could cry at the warm feeling of his arms around you. You were losing your mind being stuck with your dad for so long. The only thing you regret about flunking out was that you hadn’t instead dropped out forever ago and moved back.
“You’ve gotten so big, oh my god.” You pull away from Dustin still holding him at arms length to get a good look at your growing brother. While the two of you talk Eddie finally gets a good look at you and his eyes nearly bug out of his head as he recognizes you.
“Y/n?!” The sound of his voice has you whipping your head around to see him. His voice is deeper than the last time you heard it but you’d still recognize it anywhere.
“Eddie?! Is that you?”
“You know it, Angel Face.”
“Oh my god!” You abandon Dustin to jump into Eddie’s waiting arms. “What are you doing here?”
“Brought Dustin to pick up his sister which turned out to be you. Didn’t even know he had one till like a week ago. I thought your brother went with you when you moved.”
“We have the same dad but different moms. Dusty got lucky with dad honestly. You know Dustin?” Your face is still buried in his neck and he holds onto you tight.
“What is going on?” Dustin asks, breaking out of the shock of seeing his sister wrap herself around his friend that she’s never met.
“Eddie was my best friend before I moved away with dad. But we lost contact after high school started because we got busy with life.” You finally let go and turn towards your brother while Eddie keeps his arm around your shoulder afraid if he stopped touching you you’d fade away like a good dream.
“She got busy with school and friends while I got busy with the band and Hellfire.”
“Is the band still around?”
“The members have changed a bit since the last time you were around but yeah, Corroded Coffin is still kicking. We even play at the Hideout sometimes.” You turn your head to look at him and gasp when you really take in how much he’s changed. You’d been too shocked at him being here to really notice anything before.
“Whoa Eddie your hair got so long.” You pull a strand between your fingers while he goes to rub the back of his neck.
“I know, I should probably get it cut.” Dustin's mouth gapes at that. Every time someone had suggested that to Eddie, even as a joke, he would yell at them to shut up. He never thought he'd see the day where his friend actually agreed with that statement.
“No, I like it. It’s very metal.” As the goofiest grin Dustin has ever seen spreads across Eddie’s face he realizes two things. One, that Eddie’s obviously absolutely smitten with you and two, he’s gonna have to let Steve know that his chance is gone because with the way you’re smiling and playing with Eddie’s unruly hair you obviously have some sort of feelings for him too.
“Jeez how much stuff do you have Y/n?” Dustin asks as he spots your suitcases coming towards him on the conveyor belt.
“I brought everything I could fit in my bags. All my clothes, books, records, important memory stuff. I had to buy two new suitcases.” You grab two of them off of the belt while Dustin grabs the other two and Eddie swings your duffel bag that you dropped when you hugged Dustin over his shoulder. “I shipped a few things over before I left too. They should be showing up at home over the next few days.”
“What about your car?”
“I sold it.” You shrug. “I’ll miss Bessy but I can just buy one here once I find a job instead of having a friend drive her down and have to drive them back.”
“I can drive you around till you get one.” Eddie offers while taking one of the suitcases from your hand.
“You don’t have to do that Eddie bear. I’m sure you have better things to do.” Dustin watches as Eddie practically melts at the nickname. His shoulders slouch like all the tension he’s been carrying around just disappeared completely, his head drops so it’s leaning towards your own, and he gets the most relaxed smile.
“Better than hangout with my Angel face whenever she needs to go somewhere? Never.” You giggle at that and shove his shoulder in a playful ‘stop it’ kind of way.
“Alright can we go now?” Dustin's had enough of watching Eddie flirt with his sister.
“Yeah, let me take one of those for you Dusty.” You go to take one of the suitcases from Dustin since Eddie took one of your own but as soon as you get it in your hand he takes it from you. “You don’t have to do that Eddie, you’re already doing so much.”
“And yet not enough. Now come on Hendersons lets go.” Eddie starts walking away with a suitcase in each hand trailing behind him and the duffel swung around so it rests on his back leaving you and Dustin no choice but to follow behind him.
Once you get to the van Eddie packs everything into the back not letting you do any of the work, trying to shoo you away when you tried to help. Meanwhile Dustin had just dropped off the suitcase he was carrying at Eddie's feet before moving to the passenger seat.
“Get in the back Dustin. Let your sister sit up front, I’m sure she’s had a long flight.” Eddie says as he opens the door for you just to find Dustin already in the seat.
“What about the rules of shotgun?”
“I don’t mind sitting in the back.”
“You’re not sitting in the back Angel face.” Eddie leans on the top of the van with one arm while leaning closer to you. You sigh and roll your eyes feigning annoyance as you cross your arms and lean back on one foot. Dustin just groans at the scene in front of him before climbing into the back hoping it stops whatever this is. Once you’re in Eddie shuts your door and runs around the front to his side. You spot the familiar bandanna as it flows away from him as he goes.
“Is that the bandanna I sent you?” He nods in response as he starts the van up. “You still have it?” There’s butterflies swarming in your stomach at the thought of Eddie holding onto the little memories of you the same way you had him.
“This old thing?” He reaches behind him pulling it out of his back pocket to show you. “It’s only one of my favorite possessions along with this.” He then hooks his thumb around the chain hanging from his neck pulling the guitar pick necklace out of his shirt. You gasp when you see it and lean over excitedly grabbing it to inspect it closer.
“Is this the pick I got you when Wayne got you your first real guitar?”
“Yep.” You smile wide before excitedly fumbling to grab one of the chains on your own neck that has the ring he gave you before you left on it. You’ve only ever taken it off maybe a total of six times since then. “No fucking way! Is that-”
“Your ring? Yeah.”
“Hey guys can we go now? Everyone’s waiting for us.” As much as Dustin was genuinely enjoying two of his favorite people being so excited and happy and learning the origin story for certain trademarks of each of you he didn’t want to keep everyone waiting much longer all because neither of you could keep it in your pants.
“Everyone?” You turn to look at Dustin, your eyebrows scrunched together while Eddie pulls out of the spot.
“Shit!” He wasn’t supposed to say anything. “Y/n you have to act surprised when we get home. You’re not supposed to know they’re all there.”
“Okay, I can act surprised.”
The drive back home is filled with you and Eddie catching up after all these years. He explained how he knows Dustin from school and how he invited him to Hellfire which led to their friendship. And then Dustin had brought up all the Vecna stuff and how Eddie’s a hero to which Eddie's eyes had gone wide because he had been thinking that you wouldn’t believe him or think they were crazy. But you had shocked him by understanding everything and telling him that you wish you could’ve seen his mini concert. At the questioning gaze he held you had just shrugged and told him about how you were around last summer and went through something like that, though your adventure was more Russian based.
When the van is parked in front of the house Dustin jumps out and runs to get inside to let everyone know you’re here with Eddie yelling at him to get his ass back here and help with your stuff. You just laughed and told him it was fine while opening the back doors. You grab two suitcases while he grabs what he had while leaving the airport.
“Hey Eddie, I didn’t expect that when I moved back we’d be reunited but I’m super glad we were.” You send him a smile so wide it causes your eyes to close while he shuts the doors and it stuns him for a minute.
“Yeah, yeah me too.” He licks his lips and starts making the short trip to the door. “Don’t forget to act surprised.”
“I won't, I won't.” Eddie opens the door and gestures for you to go first.
“Welcome home!” Everyone screams as you enter the living room.
“Oh wow! You guys are all here!”
“Damnit Dustin, you told her?”
“Why do you have to be so bad at acting Y/n?”
“Sorry Dusty. Now, I’ll hug everyone once all my stuff is in my room alright? If I don’t take it now they’ll stay in the doorway forever. This way Eddie.” You start to lead the way out of the room to the bedroom that’s been yours since the first time you visited Claudia’s new house.
“Why’s Munson following her like a lost puppy?”
“Yeah so apparently they’re long lost childhood best friends or something. They’re so painfully into each other though.”
“No way, he would’ve known her then instead of being shocked you even had a sibling.” Dustin shrugs at Mike.
“He probably didn’t realize we were related because she looks like a spitting image of her mom instead of anything like dad. You should’ve heard them though. Oh Eddie, your hair has gotten so long I like it, it's sooo metal.” Dustin raises his voice to mock you before deepening it to mock Eddie. “I’ll drive you around till you get a car, let me carry all of your bags Angel face, I should probably cut my hair.” Robin gasps at those last words.
“No way he said that! Eddie like loves his hair to death. He’s always yelling threats at us when we joke about cutting it while he sleeps.”
“Oh but he did, the moment she commented on how long it was. And the man melts when she calls him Eddie bear.”
While they all talk about you you’re peacefully rolling your suitcases into the corner of your room and telling Eddie to just leave the others wherever and the duffel bag can go on your bed. Once all that is down you sit on your bed and fall back so you’re laying there with your legs dangling off the bed.
“You tired?” Eddie asks, leaning over you.
“A little.”
“Want me to tell everyone you don’t feel good or something and send them home?”
“No it’s fine, I’m excited to see everyone. It’s just been a long day.”
“Alright well c’mon then, you’ve got people to see.” He holds his hands out for you to take and pulls you up once you grab them. You keep a hold of one of them as he pulls you back to the living room.
“How was the flight in?” Steve asks as he pulls you into a hug.
“It was alright no screaming babies this time around.”
“That’s good.” You’re not really paying attention to Steve anymore though as your eyes spot Will from over his shoulder.
“Will!” You rush over to the boy giving him a bear hug. “I’m so excited you guys have moved back too! I was planning to fly out to Cali to see you guys again when Dustin told me you were back permanently.”
“I’ve missed you so much.”
“God I’ve missed you too bud. C’mere Johnny boy.” You hold out your arms for Jonathan after separating from his brother. “I’ve missed you too.” You murmur into his shoulder before separating and greeting Nancy with a nod and kind smile since the two of you have never been as close as you were with everyone else though maybe now it’ll be different. “Bring it in Sinclairs!” As Lucas and Erica embrace you in a group hug Eddie admires the way you interact with everyone and the big smiles on everyone's faces. You embrace Robin next, the girl pulling you into a hug as soon as you were done talking to Lucas and Erica. After you greet Mike and El you move back to Eddie's side.
The two of you sit on the couch with you staying as close to him as possible. While you talk to everyone you absentmindedly play with his rings which you don’t even notice you’re doing until he moves his hand away from you to grab the bag of chips Dustin had been offering. You would’ve stopped then too if it wasn’t for Eddie placing his hand back on your knee for you to keep going.
“Do you need someone to drive you back up to get your car?”
“I sold it before I left.” You shrug while answering Steve.
“Oh, you can always call me if you need to get anywhere.” Eddie’s heart drops at that because why would you pick him and his beat up van that slightly smells like weed over Steve and his nice clean BMW.
“I appreciate the offer Stevie and I’ll call you if I need you but Eddie already offered to drive me around. Right Eddie bear?”
“Y-yeah.” He smiles wider than he ever has before and he tilts his head down as he looks at you, your foreheads almost touching. “As long as I’m not working I’ll drive you anywhere you wanna go, Angel face.” Steve looks over at Dustin wide eyed because he hadn’t believed him when he was talking about how obvious they were. The boy fake gags at the two of you and misses Steve's stare.
“You heading home Eddie?” Dustin asks once he’s the only one left over.
“Yeah, I’ll see you later Dustin.” He ruffles the kids hair and starts to make his way to the door with you trailing after him.
“I’ll probably pass out after you leave.” You yawn through your words. “So unpacking will have to wait till tomorrow.”
“Yeah you should get some rest.”
“Do you wanna come over tomorrow and help? We can listen to a bunch of my new records and catch up some more?”
“Yeah of course. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He brings you into a hug and when the two of you separate you lean up and kiss his cheek feeling bold.
“Good night Eddie bear.”
“Night Angel face.” Once you shut the door and he’s heading towards his van his hand goes to his cheek in shock before another big grin takes over his face.
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𝘽𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝘽𝙤𝙮 !
𝙸𝚝𝚜 𝙶𝚠𝚢𝚍𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝟸𝟾𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢 (𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝙶𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚑) 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝙸 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝙶𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚑’𝚜 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢!
♥︎ here me out, Gareth usually did very little for his birthday, his mom and little sister would always do a little something for him but would still let him have his wish and give him his space, normally it would just be a small cake and some presents, nothing big, spending most of his birthday happily alone in his room.
♥︎ all that changing when you started dating and spending his first birthday together as a couple.
♥︎ something to me just screams that he is a cancer, and his birthday would be in July so it would be summer break so then you have a whole free day to do whatever you like.
♥︎ let’s say this is his 16th or 17th birthday as well.
♥︎getting to his house early in the morning and cooking him his favorite breakfast.
♥︎to me he gives off pancakes and strawberries kind of guy, with a side of bacon.
♥︎ definitely dips his bacon in the pancake syrup (if you haven’t tried it, try before you deny, it’s so good!!)
♥︎ you definitely invited the band/hellfire over to his house to practice and play D&D in his garage while you get dinner ready and his cake.
♥︎ his mom helps you with his cake and food
♥︎ his favorite food in my opinion is French fries so you would make a few different kinds with different seasonings and spices on them
♥︎his cake is all chocolate with strawberries on top (sorry but I can just imagine this man loving strawberries)
♥︎ his mom setting the food up in the living room on the coffee table, just for the two of you while her and his little sister eat in the dining room.
♥︎ after everyone leaves and he comes back in, a few presents and cards in hand from them, his eye widen and he is in shock with all of it.
♥︎ you guys sit together and eat, a rented VHS from family video playing on the tv in front of you both.
♥︎ singing happy to him (which he still didn’t really like but did it cause it made you happy)
♥︎ opening and giving him his presents after that
♥︎ got him all sorts of gifts from Cassette tapes, jewelry (mainly rings), some band tees, new sets of dice for when they play dungeons and dragons, and even a Nintendo!
♥︎I can imagine you giving him his skull necklace that he wears and that’s why he wears it so much, because it came from you.
♥︎ him complaining that you spent too much on him
♥︎ then slightly tearing up because he doesn’t know how he got so lucky to have you
♥︎ overall it was the best birthday he has ever had and it’s all because of you <3
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Constellations
I apologize for being so totally late with this, but I hope my bestie, @multi-fan-dom-madness enjoys this gift written with love!
Summary: Your love of flowers and your clumsiness leave you and Sister under the influence of a powerful aphrodisiac, and it's just the excuse you need to fall into each other.
Inspired by the song: Constellations by Jade LeMac
Pairing: Clone Trooper Sister x GN!Reader
Rating: E - MINORS DNI
Word Count: 2.6k
Warnings: Sex pollen, oral (f receiving), vaginal fingering, mutual pining, implied thigh riding towards the end
A/N: Sister is a transfem clone, and I hope that I handled her with the care and respect she deserves. Writing this under the assumption that she was able to receive gender affirming care and surgery. Header by me, and dividers by @dystopicjumpsuit
Sister always enjoyed scouting duty. It gave her a chance to stretch her legs, clear her head, and enjoy time with nature. Real nature. Not that Kamino’s endless ocean wasn’t nature. It just wasn’t the kind you could relax in. Not like the forest your squad found itself in now.
It was properly lush, and Sister couldn’t help but smile as she watched you surreptitiously gathering flowers. The rest of the squad was equally enamored with the bright blossoms, and lush foliage. Brightly colored insects flitted across the path, occasionally landing atop their helmets, or resting on the tips of their blasters.
She’d been excited when you volunteered to join them, as the two of you had been spending more and more time together, and you always left her craving more. This scouting mission meant time away from most prying eyes with the exception of Dice and Torch, but the twins were too busy looking for trouble to get into to worry about you and Sister.
You’d stepped off the beaten path intent on reaching a softly glowing bloom to add to your bouquet.
“Not too far, mesh’la,” Sister called, pausing to watch you pick your way through the undergrowth.
“I just wanna grab those, and then I’ll be right back,” you replied, singularly focused on your target. “Go on, I’ll catch up.”
Sister opened her mouth to protest when the comm crackled to life, and a couple of the others reported in from farther ahead. She turned her head towards them, distracted just long enough for your foot to find unstable ground, and send you tumbling down the steep embankment.
“Kark!” Sister hissed, as she rushed towards where she’d last seen you.
Gazing down the embankment, Sister’s sharp eyes caught sight of you immediately. Far more gracefully than your own descent, Sister made her way to your side.
Kneeling down next to you, her brow furrowed. “Are you ok? Anything broken?”
“Just my pride,” you wheezed out before sitting up.
You frowned when you realized the flowers you’d picked had been destroyed in the fall, including the glowing blue one you’d been trying to get. Several of its thick soft petals were now sticking to you, along with a thick band of magenta pollen across your nose and cheeks, if your reflection in Sister’s visor was to be believed.
Sister grinned behind her bucket, grateful you couldn’t see the fully enamored look on her face. You looked adorable. A flower goddess in tactical gear.
She straightened up and held out a hand to get you back on your feet.
“Thanks,” you said sheepishly just before you sneezed softly, causing petals to drift away from your face.
Sister brushed her fingers over your nose and cheeks attempting to move the sticky pollen, but most of it stayed put like glowing freckles while some clung to her gloved hand.
“Let’s get back to the others, yeah?” She asked, resting a gentle hand against your lower back to guide you back up to the main pathway.
Your heart jumped at the intimate gesture, sparking an internal debate over whether it could mean more, or if she was just making sure your clumsy ass didn’t go tumbling back down. Ultimately, you decided it didn’t matter because it just felt so good for her to touch you, to be close to you.
As you reached the main road again and continued on after the rest of the team, you found yourself upset at the loss of contact. You shifted to walk closer to her, relaxing slightly as her arm brushed yours.
But it wasn’t enough.
Heat bloomed under your skin, as she continued to brush against you with every step. Unbidden your mind conjured images of her sliding her hands over your thighs to reveal your glistening sex to her. You shook your head to clear it, but more lewd images took its place.
Sister’s muscular thigh pressed up against your core.
Your lips trailing down her throat.
Her tongue circling one of your nipples.
Your fingers buried in her thick, soft curls.
You cleared your throat and took a deep breath. The thoughts weren’t new, but they usually didn’t push their way into your mind so forcefully. They were polite and arrived upon request when you were all alone and looking for a release.
“Are you ok, cyar’ika?” Sister asked, stopping and catching you by the elbow, so she could get a look at you.
“Yeah, just…tired. A little sore from the fall. Nothing a good rest won’t fix!”
Sister tilted her head at you, the attitude was clear even with the bucket shielding her face, and you offered her a little grin, and a half shrug.
“You’ll tell me if that changes, yeah?” She asked, her thumb rubbing absently over your arm as she held you in place.
You nodded, not trusting your voice. It was just your elbow. It shouldn’t have made your heart race that she was touching it, but it did. It shouldn’t have made you want to whimper, but it did.
Halfway to the campsite you were so wound up and overheated, you could feel the sweat pooling at your lower back. You wanted nothing more than an ice bath and your vibrator. You weren’t picky about which order you got them in either.
By the time you made it to the campsite, you were burning up. A thin sheen of sweat glistened on your skin, and the ache between your legs was unbearable. You were leaning on Sister for support, and whining softly.
“You said you’d tell me if things changed,” Sister scolded, as she helped you into your tent.
You would have had a smart retort, but you were so thrilled she was touching you, you kept it to yourself. Without waiting to be alone, you started stripping down, fighting with your body glove, as it stuck to your damp skin.
“You’re the doctor here, what’s the diagnosis?” she asked, as she reached out to help you undress amidst the noises of frustrations emitting from you.
“I don’t know. I felt fine all day, but now I just,” you hesitated, as the day played out in your mind. You moved on auto pilot, getting down on your knees and digging in your pack for your vibrator.
Sex pollen was a myth, or so you thought, but it was the only explanation for the way you’d been fine one minute, and painfully aroused and delirious the next. You were too embarrassed to explain what was going on with you to Sister. What if she thought it was just a weird ploy to get in her armor?
She was so close though. Warm, and reassuring. Gorgeous and loving.
In your distraction, you’d missed Sister pulling off her bucket, and reaching up to rub her nose, as she knelt close to you.
“Sister, you shouldn’t-!” You reached for her forearm, but it was too late, the trooper had already rubbed her nose with the pollen covered glove.
She dropped her arm, nose scrunched, as she met your feverish gaze.
“Why?”
You groaned in embarrassment, “Because the pollen of that plant is an aphrodisiac. That’s why I’m-” You gestured to your vibrator, as you whipped it out of your pack. “I’ll be masturbating until the charge runs out…”
“I’m sure it’ll be ok, cyar’ika,” She said, leaning forward to cup your cheek, and doing her best to ignore the sight of your vibrator, and the thought of you using it.. “Fett genes and all. I’m more worried about you. What can I do?”
“Oh…well,” you paused. You knew what you wanted to ask her. You wanted to ask her to stay close, to watch, to touch.
“I could stay,” she offered. “Just to make sure your temp doesn’t spike, ya know? I can turn around.”
“No!” You blurted out, before slapping a hand over your mouth.
Sister carefully tugged your hand away from your face, as she said, “It’s ok, you can tell me.”
“I want you to watch,” you said after a long moment.
Sister felt a current sparking beneath her skin. Her eyes trailed over your naked form, and she bit her bottom lip. Arousal curled around her core, spiraling outward to set fire to every nerve ending in her body. She began to wonder if she’d spoken too highly of those Fett genes.
She pulled her gloves off, and reached forward to cup the back of your head, as she smiled.
“Could I do more than watch?”
As if that’s what your desire-addled brain needed to hear, you dropped your toy and cupped her face with your hands, pressing your lips to hers. Your eyes slipped closed, and you almost felt relieved as her arms wrapped around your waist and tugged you close. The plastoid of her armor soothed your heated skin, but you needed more. With a lusty sigh, her lips parted, and your tongue slipped into her mouth, finally answering your question about how her kisses would taste.
They tasted like you’d never get enough of her, like falling down that hill was the best thing you could’ve done, like you hated yourself for waiting so long to make your move.
She was all you’d been craving for weeks, and the feeling of her hands, finally bare, trailing over your hips, one cupping your ass, while the other traveled up your back to pull you flush against her was almost too much.
And still you craved more.
“I’m so sorry. I just…I need you,” you panted out, as your fingers fought with Sister’s armor. “Need to feel you.”
Sister was torn between helping you get her out of her armor, and getting her hands on every inch of you.
“Kriff,” she swore, as she reluctantly released you to shed her armor in record time. The pieces scattered unceremoniously on the floor.
You were on her instantly. Your fingers gripped the waistband of her blacks and began working them off of her hips and over her muscular thighs, which you couldn’t resist biting. The most obscene sound left you, muffled only by her flesh.
She tugged her top off, and reached down to cup the back of your head. You looked up at her, clenching around nothing at her bright brown eyes, pupils blown wide with lust.
Without breaking eye contact, you trailed your tongue up her thigh, one hand slid up the back of one of her legs to her ass. You kneaded the firm flesh, as your breath fanned over her cunt.
“Lie down, mesh’la,” you said, your voice soft and needy.
Sister pulled away from you to grab her sleeping bag and bring it close to yours, and you took the opportunity to retrieve your vibrator.
“But your fever,” she countered even as she laid out on the sleeping bag. Knees bent, feet planted, thighs parted to present herself to you.
“Fuck my fever. You look. So. Delicious,” you whined, irritated that you were wound too tightly to savor her.
You really hoped Dice and Torch didn’t waltz into your tent because they would get a nice view of your vibrator sliding through your folds, as you buried your face in Sister’s pussy.
You swirled your tongue around her entrance gathering her taste on your tongue, before you worked up to her clit. Your free hand held the outside of her thigh, fingers digging into the muscle, as you licked and sucked at her cunt like you’d been dying to do for weeks.
Sister was on cloud nine, looking down to meet your heavy lidded gaze between her thighs was the most beautiful sight. Her hips bucked against your face, as you drove her closer and closer to her climax. She reached down to gently rub her fingertips against your scalp. The quiet buzz of your vibrator and the slight movements of your arm made her eager to come, so she could see your pleasure up close.
“Cyar’ika,” she groaned. “Need to taste you. Want you to ride my face.”
You mewled against her, as you worked the vibrator against your clit faster. It felt so good, but it wasn’t getting you there like it normally did.
“Sister, please,” you begged desperately. “Need to make you cum first.”
Sister tumbled into the abyss of pleasure, whimpering your name, as you licked her through her orgasm. Her thighs were still shaking when she looked down to see your lips shining with her juices, and she nearly came again at the sight.
“So fucking pretty,” she sighed, her tone intimate and inviting. “Let me taste you. Wanna see how wet you are.”
She didn’t need to ask you twice. You switched off the vibrator and set it to the side before kissing and biting your way up her body. Your teeth left marks on her thighs and hips, your tongue trailed languidly over the planes of her stomach, and you sucked and licked at her nipples.
She writhed beneath you, running her hands over your body as you brought the object of her desire closer and closer.
“Sorry, mesh’la,” she panted, sitting up and sliding her hands beneath you to grip your thighs and haul you up to her face. “Sit.”
On a normal night, hearing that from her would have been enough, but with the aphrodisiac still running rampant through your body you could only obey and lower your cunt to her lips.
She flattened her tongue to lick from your entrance to your clit, and you rolled your hips, as you cried out. Waves of pleasure washed over you with every movement of her tongue, and you buried your fingers in her thick curls and rode her face like you’d die if your hips ceased their movement.
Sister moaned into your pussy, as she devoured you like her last meal. One of her hands dug into your thigh to keep you close, while the other reached up to pinch and roll your nipple between her dexterous fingers.
“Sister!” You nearly screamed, as your back arched, and your body shook with the force of your orgasm.
The intensity whited out your vision for a moment, but Sister didn’t stop. She maneuvered you onto your back, and pressed two fingers inside your fluttering walls, crooking her fingers to find that sensitive place inside you.
“Too much,” you whimpered, even as your hips bucked against her hand.
“One more, cyar’ika,” she begged, her free hand moving between her legs to bring herself to another orgasm while she pulled yours out of you. “For me? Let me feel your perfect cunt around my fingers.”
“Anything,” you answered breathlessly. “Anything and everything for you.”
“You’re always so good for me,” she purred, leaning down to capture one of your stiff peaks between her teeth gently before soothing over it with her tongue.
Your second climax hit you harder than your first. Your pleasure wrapped around you, and gripped you tightly before slowly releasing you. You collapsed beneath Sister, whose second orgasm followed closely on the heels of yours.
She leaned down to take your lips, as she worked through it. Her lips moved against yours with a hunger only you could understand, and only you could satisfy. She lay next to you, chest heaving, as she gasped for breath.
“How are you feeling?” She asked between gulps of air.
“Better, but-” you hesitated, but you couldn’t keep the words in your mouth. “I think I want…think I need more.”
“Greedy little thing, aren’t you?” She asked moving over you again, and slotting her thigh between your legs, pressing it firmly against your core.
“For you? Always.” You replied, as you reached up to pull her down for another kiss.
It would be another 2 hours before the aphrodisiac was fully out of your systems, but after a nap curled around each other, you both decided to enjoy one another again just to be sure.
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Before writing this final post of 2023, I was undecided of how good of a poker hand I’d end up with. ‘21 and ‘22 left no doubt what I finished with. This year, all the good and bad have scattered all over the place like chips spread across the roulette table - but we don’t usually play that game here, do we? No, we don’t. This year added on both the good and bad on top of the previous years before it - in even wider disparity.
So, where do we start?
The bad hit a little harder than it did last year. The customers were at their nastiest, competitive, and most egotistical. Having a verbally and emotionally abusive sales manager who saw fit to humiliate me in front of co-workers and literally yell at me for anything little reason he could didn’t help any. Fighting through under-staffing, wasted potential, not getting assistance when it really mattered, and making more mistakes and fuck-ups than ever made for a highly controversial final year at physical retail.
I pulled the plug on people I once considered “friends” who kept me on read when I asked for help, ghosted me during conversations, left me hanging all by myself as their comrades pretended I didn’t exist, and didn’t care about specific situations I had involving them. The spicy redheaded devil who played apologist for her closest friends - the same “friends” in the past who took me for everything they could and left a thick irreplaceable poison that’s still flowing in me. Or worse, unexpectedly running into former enablist co-workers, narcissistic managers, and manipulative college chads showing their obvious “oh-my-god!” faces and wanting to catch up with me. I told them to fuck right off forever - and never to speak to me again.
Luckily, I didn’t have as many hard pills to swallow like I used to. But, the sometimes unavoidable news of potentials’ long-suffering loneliness ending with exciting one-night stands, abrupt t.m.i., and their eye-opening bucket list to-do’s (that’d make Sasha Grey look like a straight-A honor student) made it a disappointing no-dice situation. Then, the deeper depressive spells of anxiety and hopelessness. The constant reminder of how rude, childish, and unnecessarily rude other people are around me. The change of plans, the blown calls of missing out on some holidays, or dropping the ball on attending some major shows (Alice Cooper headlining with Rob Zombie, Ministry, and Filter for one). The worst news came unexpectedly in late September when my sis- was dealt the Ace Of Spades and died in her sleep from complications of multiple sclerosis. I lost a major childhood component in her, and that visit to Bay Ridge will resonate with me for a long time.
Yes. This year’s losses were just more frequent and came at a slightly heavier cost. (Thankfully, not coming down to another personal devastation.) But, with every loss came with a win. And, wow, did these wins hit.
A brand new pinball arcade opened up in Patchogue to my total surprise, once again giving me a new portal in revisiting my Atari / Nintendo youth and forget my daily ills. It was there when I placed 3rd at their 4th of July tournament. The retro video arcade at the shopping center near me still offered a substantial modicum of hours-long fun until I was sick of it.
Though I lost my sister, I had some super essential moments with both of my families from Coney- and Staten Island respectively. I just celebrated an amazing Christmas over Italian foods, Secret Santas, gift-trades, and children screaming in eardrum-rattling unison; all ending with $100.00 cash-in-hand from my uncle, and a drive through the Belt Parkway and Brooklyn-Battery Tunnel to the train ride home to Penn Station. Fighting through the sluggish three-hour Friday rush-hour drive made getting to my cousin’s engagement party totally worth it; decorated with loud generic dee-jay standards, catching up under clear starry night skies, and having a near two-hour AM night-drive home over the Verrazzano Bridge and through the Brooklyn / Queens / Long Island Expressway.
I’ve attended some amazing shows in the past, but nothing would ever compare in experiencing Skinny Puppy’s final tours. I took no chances getting tickets and, holy Mother Mary, I made the right call. I would’ve never imagined meeting up with five other mutuals (some following me for years) in my hometown of New York City to witness industrial history. The best? Shaking hands with God Ministry’s Paul Barker himself; The Hero of All Heroes. He signed my copy of The Eternal Present as I almost died before him at the merch- table. I also attended Cold Waves XI and scratched Front Line Assembly off the must-see list, with visions of Hospital Productions’ 20th returning when I witnessed Orphx and Justin Broadrick a second time.
Then, my position. My final two months at my location were the toughest, meanest, and most unforgiving I’d ever put myself through. I endured so much that something had to be done because I knew I deserved better and didn’t want to live like this. So, I did a massive favor to myself. After 10 years with the company, I celebrated by getting an in-home position for virtual sales. I left all the massive amounts of stress behind and still stayed with the company while keeping my 401K, medical, and time-off in the process. Goodbye and good riddance to physical retail and the toxic undesirables that inhabit it…never to visit it again.
As an added bonus, I learned a lot more about myself and became the person I always wanted to be. I was fortunate in having the right people who changed it all and their inexplicable energy made me block those challenging persistent feelings of hollowness and despair. I taught myself to drop my guard, stop fearing the worst that could happen, and start putting my trust in people as nothing was at stake. That paid off in multitudes. I felt things I couldn’t before, because they allowed me to open up without persecuting or vilifying me for it.
I had more moments where I did great things for great people because they gave me nice ideas that were out-of-the-ordinary. Cakeday and Christmas boxes full of CDs, cassettes, and other fun stuff were exchanged which left two people wowed and many others in critical condition. Plenty of night-time phone calls were had about everything and nothing important at all, or the cries of concern that made me go all-in to help the other because there’s no taking chances. Most importantly: reciprocation, saying it right from the heart, a giving what people really want because you feel it and it’s the right thing to do.
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Now, what’s in the cards for next year?
I plan to revisit New York City more frequently. To start, I’m coming back to my childhood, and that all in Brooklyn. The Tokeneke, Bath Ave., Shore Road Park, Luna Park, and ultimately Borough Park where it all began. I’m even contemplating a mini-record store victory tour next year - all city. Long Island locales sit out this time as select Brooklyn and Manhattan stops better get ready for me and accept my hard-earned money. This would be Lina Romay-proportions of music porn if this happens.
As for everything else Omega, there’s no signs of slowing down as my radio show started Year 12. Its previous year had almost no bonus broadcasts from start to finish, but the current stockpile of artists and sounds across the board means I’m ready to unload when asked. The months-long process of digitizing my entire personal cassette dub library has finally been completed, which means I’ll have more time to dive into all my records, tapes, and discs that I purchased over the years that I've yet listened to, but now will.
Which reminds me:
Most of you know that I maintained a music -blr here: Ω+. I became an open-book and allowed my visitors, followers, mutuals, and even passers-by a peek into my personal life, listening, and purchasing habits. To this day, I still believe there’s no other extensive music blog like it here. It felt great posting sounds, artists, and releases no one else even thought or considered. I had so much fun with it and became one of the most exciting projects I ever done. Life-changing, even. Now, I no longer have the time or energy to keep up with sizeable, timely write-ups while staying on top of infinite music finds and dealing with Real-Life Syndrome.
I decided that it’s time to end it after 10 years of maintaining it.
However, I didn’t want to stop doing what still fascinates me. I stepped back, and realized that I can do it differently. I’m happy to say that I’m starting all over again and re-building it as Omega Remix (ΩRMX), a simpler, more stripped-down version of the original retaining the personal seasonal mixtapes, Omega WUSB playlists, best-of lists, personal posts, and more. No more numbered headers, no more aesthetic issues. It’ll be quicker and easier to do what keeps me going and in touch with anyone interested with what I’m listening to.
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I appreciate and thank (tremendously) everyone who joined up with me at a show, posted music finds, kept in touch, helped out, or did something nice for me this year. You know who you are. For any and all who liked, followed, and supported all things Omega, you’re also appreciated. Each and every one of you. Here's hoping we're still alive and dodge a massive authoritarian bullet by this year's end.
See you all in ‘24.
Winning hand: Aces full house over Deuces.
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Here’s some Andie (My courier but not 6) Back story!!
I was born in Necropolis, or as the old timer ghouls call it, Bakersfield. My parents were sick when I was born, the nuns at the convent said it was something called radiation sickness. They weren’t strong enough to become a ghoul, the nuns said. When they died I was handed off to a convent. I can’t remember much from that time, as we were fleeing Necropolis. It was something about super mutants attacking the city. Nothing was the same after that.
I was sent from convent to convent after that. Soon I ended up in a small town of Shady Sands. The nuns that I was with decided to set up a small church, and that's where I grew up. I watched Shady Sands grow from a small town to the New California Republic. It was great to see the small town become an empire. What was not great was getting drafted into the military.
I was conscripted into the military in 2186, the year that the NCR was voted into being. That's where I also met my best friend Eden in basic training. Eden and I went through a lot of hardships together and I couldn’t ask for a better friend. In February of 2187 after our training a small group of us were sent to some old military base, I believe it was called the Mariposa Military base, to search for remains of tech to help out the newly founded country. It took us about three months to get there and all we found was rubble and quite a bit of radiation.
After our unsuccessful trip to the base, all of us in the group started feeling sick. So the medics sent us back up to Shady Sands, and to the newly built church. I begged the sisters to help us out, as we didn’t know why we were sick. Turns out it was radiation sickness, and there were only two outcomes for us. Death or becoming a Ghoul. The nuns said that the most likely outcome for the group was death. Most did die, but Eden, and two others that I can’t remember the name of, and I defied all odds and did turn. It was a painful experience, but the sisters tried their best to help us as their sisters helped them. We buried our dead comrades just outside of Shady Sands.
Eden and I decided to leave the military after that. We became mercenaries for a period of time. I can’t remember much from that time, but what I do remember was the stares and weird looks from the humans.
The two of us decided after 89 long years of wondering that maybe it was time to use our skills again. We joined the NCR’s military once again in January of 2276. That's when we met a young Atlas in basic training. Soon after basic, Eden and I were picked out for the First Recon Sharpshooters. Me as a medic and a chaplain for those who were religious, Eden the repair man for the gear. Our old eyes wouldn’t be good for shooting, but our knowledge was useful I suppose. I was gifted a beautifully handcrafted rosary, Eden, a hand stitched bandana during our time with the First Recon Sharpshooters.
We were soon sent out to the Mojave Wasteland to deal with a conflict with the Great Khans. September 12th, 2278. I remember that day so vividly. It was a bloody day. Many innocent lives were lost. Most of the First Recon was sent away to Camp McCarren for evaluations. The majority of us were discharged, but the few of us that the Military thought they could “fix” were sent away to the Followers of the Apocalypse. They diagnosed me with something called Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, and I was medically discharged on December 6th, 2278. I helped out around the Mormon fort for a while before joining the Mojave express on February 24th, 2279.
Eden joined me as a companion in January of 2280, but left to join the Followers of the Apocalypse not soon after. He said something about a surgery? I can’t remember why he joined all too well.
I remember getting a letter from a certain Mr. House. He said he needed me to retrieve a pair of platinum dice. It paid a hefty amount of caps so I accepted. That was probably one of my worst and best decisions of my life. October 8th, 2281 I started my journey to retrieve the platinum dice. October 10th, 2281 some motherfucker with the audacity shot me in the stomach a couple times. Luckily Eden was on a scavenge to find medical supplies and came across me. He dragged my half dead ass to Goodsprings and got me fixed up by Doc Mitchell.
The day after Eden saved me a now not as young, but still young Atlas got dragged into Doc Mitchell’s house by a robot(? I’m not too sure) named Viktor. Atlas had been shot in the head, but they were still alive. I have no clue how they survived a 9mm bullet to the head, they were a medical mystery.
I left before Atlas woke up, and started my quest to find the man with the audacity, Benny Gecko. Eden headed back to the Mormon fort after making sure I was ok to travel on my own. He said he would meet me there when I made it to New Vegas. I only noticed then that his voice changed.
I started my way to Novac, knowing that there was an old, what would I call him, friend, comrade, drinking buddy? Living there. It took a couple days for me to get there but I finally made it to Novac. I rented a room to be able to sleep in. Once I woke up, it was time to talk to him. So I headed up the dinosaur and met who I was looking for, Craige Boone. He told me that someone sold his wife (to be honest I didn’t think he could even get a wife) and that he needed me to investigate it. So I decided to investigate the old ladies office.
Before I could even investigate her office, I ran into a very much alive Atlas. They had already grabbed what I was looking for, a sales receipt. Atlas looked over at me and tapped me on my nose. I felt a wave of warm wash over me, and suddenly I looked like I was 26 again. My skin was healthy and I had hair again. Hell I could even see a lot better than I was able to. While that was happening to me Atlas just, walked away to go give the evidence to Boone. I’m fairly sure they could sense my panic as they walked away.
As quickly as I could I got over my panic and ran after Atlas. They had made it halfway to the Dinosaur when I reached them. I quietly walked next to them, a little afraid to ask what they did to me. We reached the top of the dinosaur and gave the evidence to Boone. He went on a speech about how he should have known it and how he was going to kill her. He requested us to bring her to the dinosaur, and for me to put on my old First Recon beret to let me know that she was there. After that, he shot her and asked to join us on the road. I was fine with it, and Atlas seemed to be fine with it so I said yes. The three of us spent the rest of the night sleeping in Novac and went on our way to find Benny.
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sssorta? i have a sburb au for my d&d characters, and i decided to make half of them trolls. i didnt bother changing their names to fit the typical homestuck naming conventions, but their backstories in this are necessarily pretty different than their og ones.
but that means yall dont need to have played d&d with me to understand what im talking about so! infodump under the cut
The main conceit of their adventure is that Victavyre and Davril (who originally were both played as eldritch knights for lost mines of phandilver/princes of the apocalypse at 2 separate tables) are the first two to enter the game, and their entries are Circumstantially Simultaneous. They both think they're playing a four-player session with their friends, but they end up on opposite sides of the same medium in the same way the hivebent trolls had a bifurcated session.
When Davril wakes up on Prospit, he encounters not only a sleeping Elis, but also Szelseis and Arastina. He thinks they are just weird reoccurring dream demons until he encounters Victavyre in the medium. They get their teams in touch with each other and gradually arrange to daisy-chain the two sessions together. Adventures ensue and all that.
Victavyre and Arastina (originally tieflings) are sisters in their og backstories, so in this au they are simply two grubs who were adopted by the same lusus (who i think is going to be some sort of two-headed creature, each head instinctively adopting a grub of its own).
Szelseis (originally a yuan-ti pureblood) has a giant snake lusus, and he HATES her. He keeps her around because he likes to start shit and it is useful to have a big snake around to eat your enemies when they come knocking. But he and his lusus have a very contentious and semi murderous relationship.
Hella (originally a water genasi) is a seadweller! no lusus shes just out in the ocean vibing and keeping it tight.
Davril (originally a halfling) is sort of bopped around various foster homes, and considers his most consistent family member to be his pet rat, Wink, who he eventually sprites and it is very cute but also Rat Enemies. Final boss is da giant rat who makes all OF da rules?? idk.
Esvele (originally a homebrew race similar to warforged, a human soul in a robot body) has kind of a combo of aradia and jades' robot situations? following the onset of a terminal illness, her mom (a talented scientist) built her a soulbot and she's been in there ever since. but robots don't die naturally so she ended up being passed down the line of guardianship from talented roboticist to talented roboticist throughout the 20th century, her chassis and power source being updated with whatever new technology as it came along. I like to think she eventually is able to do an aradia and come back god tiered somehow but idk, i sort of think its cool if she just stays a robot since thats how her og campaign went.
Asra (originally an aasimar) lives with her mom who is Very Important in her community (im thinking possibly the mayor of a small town) and asra has major gifted kid burnout about it.
Elis (ok hes not "originally" anything because i havent technically played him yet. hes a human wizard based on a random mini and set of dice i got in a blind bag last year and ive been trying to build him into something interesting ever since. im not even sure what kind of magic he DOES i just know hes some kind of wizard and im hoping developing his personality will inform what hes into. i mostly wanted an even number of humans and trolls for this and hes my most recent standby character ANYWAY) i dont have much for him hes just a lil guy. hes goth and eccentric and he likes wearing a lot of fucking layers.
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devils roll the dice (angels roll their eyes)
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pairing: leo valdez x daughter of athena! reader
summary: you and leo are dared to skinny dip, what happens if your friends run away with your clothes?
warnings: skinny dipping (a bit of nudity), a few curses, mentions of sex (but not really?) - let me know if you see other ones!
notes: request; this takes place years after the events of hoo (toa never happened)
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Leo Valdez is seriously annoying.
The way he smiles as if everything’s okay and his anger is not something you’re feeling like waves hitting you over and over - it’s just annoying. Why can’t he just get it over with and explode in front of you, use his fire powers and all?
With a scoff, you shook your head, averting your gaze from the curly-haired boy to the campfire in front of you.
Truthfully, this event was supposed to be just the seven - Percy, Annabeth, Jason, Piper, Frank, Hazel, and Leo. Percy invited you to enjoy this night with his friends. He found you earlier by this beach, kicking sand, and muttering how much Leo Valdez just pissed you off. And he just had the audacity to invite you to an event, saying Leo won’t be here. But here he is - grinning as he was roasting a marshmallow over the fire.
“So, Leo,” Percy turned to Leo. “Truth or dare?”
“Dare,” he grinned.
You saw Percy look at you, smiling, like a monkey who finally grabbed the banana from the tree. "Go skinny dipping with Y/N."
"What!?" I'm sorry, but were you just dragged into something that doesn't even include you? "No. I'm not skinny dipping, especially not with him."
"Wow," Leo said, standing up. "Way to hurt my feelings, Y/N."
"Like you have one," you rolled your eyes.
"So, are you doing this or not?" Leo questioned you, already raising an arm to remove his shirt.
"No, I'm not," you crossed your arms over your chest.
"Your loss," Leo shrugged, shirtless. Your eyes scanned over his body. Realizing what you were doing, you averted your gaze from him into the campfire. "Like what you were seeing?"
You can just feel him smirking across from you. "It's not even my dare, how do I lose?"
"It's a dare and you're involved so get on with it," Percy waved his hand dismissively, smiling mischievously as he took a sip of his blue coke.
"Do they really have to be naked?" Thank the Gods for your sister, Annabeth.
"Yeah," Jason echoed. "We're all going to be scarred forever when Leo goes buck naked."
"Fine," Percy sighed in defeat. "You can keep your underwear."
They all looked at Leo expectantly, who raised his hands up. "Oh no, I'm not doing it if Y/N won't."
"It's your dare, Valdez."
"Yeah, and?"
"It's not mine."
"But Percy said I have to do it with you."
"Ugh," you huffed, standing up to remove your clothing. "I hate you."
"Well, I don't exactly like you either," Leo quipped, unbuckling his pants.
You turned around, raising your arms over your head as you removed your shirt, revealing your balconette bikini top in Victorian blue. The matching bikini was a gift from Piper on your birthday last September. This is only the first time you wore this, but under a white cropped top and denim jeans, thinking you won't have to swim as it is mid-winter in New York.
Unfortunately, Percy is a pain in the ass and dared Leo to go skinny dipping with you.
Annabeth handed you a beach towel you wrapped yourself in. Despite the camp's borders protecting you from extreme weather, the air was still chilly, and it sent a shiver down your spine as it hit you.
You turned around and saw that Leo had the matching blue and floral printed towel wrapped around his waist. "Let's just get this over with."
You walked over towards the edge where the waves meet the sun, leaving Leo to catch up to you. "So, how are we doing this?"
"You just don't think," is what you answered as you threw your towel somewhere behind you, diving into the open beach and swimming as far as you can.
As soon as the cold catches up to you, you stand up; the water reaching your chin. You saw Leo standing still at the edge, looking stunned. "What are you waiting for, you elf?"
Leo only shook his head and followed you. You waited a few moments, looking around the vast ocean, with chattering teeth and ragged breaths. In mid-December, the water current felt like icicles hitting your body over and over in different places. You couldn’t wait to get back out on the shore and sit by the fire for warmth.
You feel something tug at your ankle, pulling you deeper. As you struggled to stay afloat, you kicked whatever it was, deciding ultimately more on your own survival than the welfare of some random sea creature. But it wasn't a random sea creature. Instead, it was Leo, holding a bloody nose as he surfaced beside.
"Fuck you, Y/N," he held his nose, ducking his head a few times to stop the bleeding.
"That's what you get," you shrugged, waving your arms to keep yourself afloat.
"Ugh," Leo groaned. "CAN WE GO BACK NOW?"
"Geez," you covered your ears. "You didn't have to yell that loud."
"YES," you heard Percy yell back, his voice like waves echoing throughout the ocean.
You looked at the campfire, only that it was like a dot of orange in the distance. Your friends were like moving shadows in the distance, dimly lit by the moonlight.
"Come on," Leo started swimming back towards the shore once his nose had slowed down its bleeding. You followed him, careful not to swim too fast and make your head squeeze tighter than it already was. As you surfaced on the edge, you saw Leo yell and tried to run after Percy, who was holding your clothes. “Hey! Get back here.”
Instead of answering, Percy just laughed and ran away towards the parking lot. Leo chased after him.
You stood up, shivering as the chilly air hit you, grabbing your towel and wrapping yourself with it. Instead of running after Leo, you took a seat in front of the fire, with your arm reached out and dangerously close to the flames. Who could blame you for wanting to feel some warmth?
“You could get burned,” Leo commented, making you look at him in surprise. You thought he was with Percy grabbing his clothes, but there he stood, wearing a towel wrapped around his waist. Your eyes dangerously drift down towards his collarbone, but you shook your head, focusing your gaze on the dancing flames in front of you.
“At least I could be warm,” is what you told him as your fingers still dance dangerously close to the flames.
“Here,” Leo offered you a hand, and you stared as if it was the most disgusting thing you ever saw. To be honest, it wasn’t disgusting. You noticed his fingers were long and slender and smooth - no calluses in sight. It must be a benefit from producing flames.
“What do I do with it?”
“Hold it.”
“No.”
“Your loss,” he shrugged, taking a seat across from you.
“So, where’s Percy?” You asked him.
“Gone,” he sighed, running his fingers through his curls. “They said we should work everything out and they’ll come to fetch us in the morning.”
Unbelievable. Still, what they had done didn't surprise you. It was like them to do something like this, you should have seen it coming. Instead, the temptation for a good time blinded you.
“Go on,” you told him. “Yell at me.”
“What?” Leo said in disbelief. “What do you want me to yell at you?”
“I don’t know,” you told him, shrugging. “What were you saying about me after we met?”
“I wasn’t saying anything about you,” Leo answered defensively.
“You so were,” you rolled your eyes.
“Really?” Leo scoffed, crossing his arms. “What was I saying then?”
“That I was rude,” you answered him, sitting up straight.
“That’s true,” Leo agreed. “You were rude. And you are being rude now.”
“Well, excuse me if I was being rude,” You laughed humorlessly. “I was busy and stressed that day. I was being chased by monsters all day until Grover and Percy found me, and I was tired."
“But that doesn’t excuse you from being such a jerk at camp,” Leo argued.
“Sorry I wasn’t feeling bright and cheery as you,” you retorted. “Gosh, you were annoying.”
“You think I was annoying?” Leo asked, offended.
“You were!” You stood up, clenching the towel that was wrapped around you. “You came in all Mr. Smiley Pants, greeting me with a cheer, and then you introduced yourself and told me your life story when I’m exhausted. Gods, Leo, I just wanted to rest that day.”
“But you didn’t have to be so rude about it,” Leo stood up too, walking to stand in front of you. If he thought he was towering over you, he was not. He was only a few inches above you, not even intimidating you with his height.
“What’s rude about ‘stop, I want to rest’ when you were all there smiling and I was a bleeding mess with monster cuts on my arms?” You fumed. “Not to mention, you were telling me that time you and your beloved Festus had to stop at a gas station.”
“And what’s wrong about that?” Leo raised his arms in frustration. “Festus was hungry, and I was out of Tabasco, so we had to take a quick stop at the nearest gas station for some motor oil.”
“Okay, you were out of Tabasco sauce,” You raised your free hand in surrender. “But is that necessary for a girl to hear when she’s bleeding out?”
“Oh, would you want me to tell you the story of how my parents conceived me?” Leo retorted. “Because I’ll gladly tell you! My mommy and my daddy-.”
“I want you to stop!” You yelled at him, getting so dangerously close to his face. Leo seriously frustrated you to no end. He can’t just keep his mouth shut. “I want you to stop talking for a long time. Maybe then, I could work everything out by myself and leave you here.”
“And what?” Leo taunted. “Face the woods alone? Ooh, too bad, Y/N, you could get killed.”
“I’ll gladly take that chance,” you said through gritted teeth. “Than be here with you.”
“Wow,” Leo feigned hurt, putting a hand above his heart. “Another girl who’d rather be killed than be with me. Only this time, I didn’t ask her out.”
“What, do you want me to ask you out?” The words that rolled out of your mouth surprised you more than they did to Leo, who looked at you with wide eyes. You felt your heart pounding in your chest, unable to think of anything to follow up on your previous statement.
“If I didn’t know better, I’d think that you actually like me,” Leo said slowly, a lopsided grin forming on his face as he crossed his arms.
“Please,” you shivered as a strong chilly wind came, knocking you off of your stern demeanor. Leo grinned at this, knowing he had the upper hand in the situation as he didn’t once shiver from the cold. “You don’t know any better than a coked-up 2-year-old.”
“Oh, really?” Leo’s eyebrow shot up as if what you said was a challenge to him. “I know you’re cold right now.”
“Of course, it’s mid-December,” You threw your free hand in the air, turning back around to sit in front of the fire again. All this arguing with Leo has put you away from the campfire and near to the ocean, as you could feel the cold rushing winds more than the warmth of the fire. “It should be cold.”
“Way to point that out, you genius,” Leo followed you as you sat, taking a seat beside you. It was far enough so that your hands wouldn’t reach him in case you wanted to strangle him, but near enough in case you burned your hand and he had to help you.
You were still shivering even as you sat in silence in front of the fire. Leo was probably not helping the case as he kept getting awed by his own breath forming smoke in front of him.
“Could you please stop?” You said through shaky breaths.
“Here, take my hand,” Leo once again offered his hand. “Come on, I won’t bite. Can’t you feel the warmth radiating off of me?”
Out of options for warmth, you hesitantly reached out, your hand hovering above his, trying to feel any sort of warmth. Then you felt it. That rush of slight heat entered your skin and buried itself there. It felt much like holding a warm cup on a chilly day,
You took his hand, gripping it just to feel any warmth. It must have been a pretty uncomfortable position as both of your hands were stretched out, but you didn’t care as you could feel something other than the cold air around you.
You closed your eyes for a moment, trying so hard not to think about the fact that you were mad at him earlier and now you were holding his hand for warmth. You felt him scoot a little closer to you, as he pulled your hand a bit and felt him shift. You opened your eyes and narrowed it at him. “Sorry, my hand’s getting sore.” You sighed and just let him sit closer than the two of you intended.
You didn’t know how, but you didn’t fight the feeling of wanting to feel more warmth as you scooted closer to him - dangerously close, almost shoulder to shoulder. You let out a sigh as the warmth coming from him intensified a bit, as you laid your head above his shoulder. You didn't know why, but he didn’t make a move to push you away, not even a bit as he relaxed and laid his head on top of yours.
“Pipes, quick, grab a camera,” you heard Percy loudly whisper. It must have been morning as you hear birds chirping instead of crickets. The harsh sunlight met your hazel eyes as you opened them, making you immediately squint.
You heard a flash go off, and Piper’s voice rang out. “Oops. Sorry, my bad.”
“Whoever’s there should just get away,” you grumbled, snuggling against what’s beside you. Despite the harsh sunlight, your eyes flung open and quickly stood up, making your head spin, as you realized what - or who, for the matter - you’re snuggling. You stumbled as you clutched your head in dizziness.
“Careful there,” Jason gripped your arm, steadying you.
“What,” Leo groggily said, just waking up. “What happened?”
“We fell asleep, you idiot,” You threw a flip-flop at him. “It’s morning.”
“Oh,” Leo rubbed the spot where you hit him. “Oh, hey, guys.”
“Hey,” Percy greeted him with a smile. “Looks like you had quite a night, huh?”
“More like it,” Leo lazily smiled at you through squinting eyes.
Despite everything in you screaming to deny everything, you smiled at him. “Yeah. It was nice.”
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So uh,,, wanna here me info dump abt my cuphead ocs?? No?? Well too bad im doing it anyway!
So I have an oc named Azazel that's devil's sister and basically rules over a distant, smaller area of hell, and she has two kids, sunny(left) and tempest(right). I don't have there whole story figured out, but basically they get sent to live with their uncle because too many demons in their homeland want them dead for a variety of reasons so it's like not safe for them any more? Idk I'm still figuring stuff out.
Anywho, here's a lil info about the kids:
Sunny:
The younger sibling (11)
Female
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 157 lbs
A total sweetheart
Always happy
Like literally one on the nicest ppl- er, eldritch creatures you'd ever meet
Has heterochromia
Right leg is slightly malformed, but it doesn't slow her down much and she doesn't let it get in her way.
Fathered by a mortal, making her half-mortal
More fragile than a pure blood demon, so Azazel was always super protective of her
Is kind of a baby about small wounds or cuts, because her mother would always freak out about any little scrape
Very clingy
No concept of personal space
Talks alot
Loves everybody
Tries to be friends with everybody, thinks everybody is her friend
Naive and easy-trusting
Loves to eat
Loves and admires her big bro. Looks up to him in every sense but literal
Def a momma's gurl
Never met her father, he's not in the picture
Mating with a mortal is considered an atrociouty in the demon world, and all the other demons were, uh, not very happy when Sunny was born. An overwhelming amount hate Sunny just for existing, though she has some die-hard stans who act like she's their literal god and savior, there's almost no in-between
Devil was pretty pissed when he found out his sister was pregnant with a mortal's spawn, but he still offered support. He and King Dice suggested Azazel get an abortion, it seemed like it would be the most painless option, but they still supported her when she decided to have the baby. They actually genuinely care about Sunny, now that they know her. Devil's actually really glad she exists now, even if the circumstances weren't great
Sunny acts kinda helpless in a lot of ways, it's just something Azazel grained into her. Her mother never really wanted Sunny to have to look out for herself or do anything alone(over-protective mama tryin to keep her mortal baby safe.) Azazel figured Tempest would take the throne after her since she's her oldest living child(kinda unrelated but she had a daughter she'd adopted that would be her oldest but she kinda died years ago as a young teenager trying to protect Sunny), and Sunny could live her whole life protected, looked after, and shut out from the dangerous outside world.
Her mom isn't the best at comforting her when she feels lonely or left out, so when Sunny ever felt down about not being able to play outside much or do most of what the other kids do, she'd just shower her with gifts. They'd distract Sunny in the moment, but never really filled the void
Sunny never really got to play with or really see other kids around her age (besides tempest) until they went to live with their uncle, was lonely for most of her childhood
Devil gets that Sunny's more fragile than pure-blood demons, and is reasonably protective over her and Tempest, but not nearly as much as Azazel. He feels like they should be living and experiencing things like normal kids do, it's important for their growth, he's basically like, 'for the love of hell children, go outside and play in the dirt or something, you've clearly been deprived of actually living'
Sunny like immediately incorporated cuphead, mugman, and chalice into her found family
Tempest
The older sibling(13)
Male
Height: 4'7"
Weight: 95 lbs
Just an edgy lil man
Very angsty rn
Cautious and contemplative, unlike Sunny.
Protective older brother™ to Sunny and the cup siblings
His father was an imp Azazel was close friends with but kinda had a one-night stand with a few times. Azazel didn't stay in a relationship with the imp(i wanna call him Obsidian I think), but they remained very close friends, and Obsidian was a very involved father while he was alive. He even acted like a father to Sunny and Azazel's other daughter, even tho they weren't biologically his. Actually died protecting Sunny.
A lot of the higher ranking demons were extremely ridiculing toward Azazel due to her son's father(most consider imps lower beings, being caught in a relationship with one is considered a huge scandal, even worse Azazel had a kid by him).
Many demons question if Tempest is really a legitimate heir to the throne due to his parantege. Azazel tells them to stfu.
Back home he was allowed to do a lot of things sunny generally can't, like going outside(with an escort ofc) and hang around other kids his age, since even tho he's a lot smaller than his sis, he's a full-blood demon and therefore less breakable. Although Azazel is very protective of her son, for this reason she's not as worried about him as she is sunny.
Loves his mom, but their relationship is a little strained atm
The reason tempest is much less bejeweled than his sister isn't about favoritism or whatever, he just doesn't like to wear a lot of jewelry, and Azazel respects that. He prefers to get books and stuff like that for gifts.
Sunny only remembers glimpses of their older sister, but Tempest was old enough to have some coherent memories of her. He thinks a lot about her, and wonders what she'd be like now if she'd survived.
Loves his sis but can sometimes get very annoyed with her
Gets frustrated/angry easily
Tempest really does love his friends and family, he just isn't always good at expressing it, and is definitely not as straightforward with his affection as Sunny is.
He's upset Azazel sent them away, but is genuinely looking forward to spending more time with his uncles and having more freedom.
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You Saved Me - Derek Hale x fem!reader part 5
We back at it again because I love this right now
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After smuggling Derek into my room via the window, the interrogation began. He sat in my computer chair, leaning over, resting his arms on his legs.
“Uh, first I want to say thank you for saving me again.” I began. He looked up and nodded.
“You’re welcome.”
“And uh, you’re a werewolf.” I said, starting to pace back and forth, “Is Scott a werewolf?”
“He is.”
“Did you bite him?” I paused, crossing my arms over my chest.
“No, I’m an omega. Only Alphas can give people the gift.” He said. You call that a gift? I’d like a receipt.
“Is there a cure?”
“There’s a legend that says if the beta, one of the pack, kills the alpha then he will become human again. But I don’t even know if that’s true.” He explained. That meant Scott’s odds were not looking good and this werewolf thing is permanent.
“Were you bitten by the alpha?” I asked, sitting down on the edge of my bed.
“No, I was born with it. My family was a pack. After…” He paused, “After the fire, my older sister became the alpha since she had been trained by my mother to be the new matriarch. I came back here because I hadn’t heard from her. Now we know why.”
“I’m so sorry.” I looked down at my socks. These questions were making him bring up what must have been incredibly painful memories and bringing up the fresh pain of the murder of his sister.
“The thing following you in the woods was the new alpha. He killed her for her alpha spark.”
“Alpha spark?”
“It can transform a beta, or an omega into an alpha. It’s taken when the alpha is killed by either of those. Or it can be transferred willingly.” This was a little more complicated than I thought. I knew that there were hierarchies in wolves, but who knew it translated to werewolves?
“Why is the alpha coming after me? You said it was following me.”
He leaned back in the chair, “Well, he’s either looking to eat you. Or he wanted to turn you.” At my shocked expression he added, “Probably the latter. He’s a new alpha so he’s trying to start a pack, probably why he started with Scott. Speaking of, you need to tell him to stop seeing Allison.”
“Why, what’s wrong with Allison?”
“Her family are a very old lineage of werewolf hunters.” He said seriously, “Chris Argent and I have an unspoken agreement. No deaths, I don’t end up dead. I can’t say the same for the rest of his family.” He was something in his eyes, a pain that couldn’t be described.
“I know I said I wanted answers but if its too painful-”
“It’s fine.” He interrupted. I raised my eyebrows at him.
“Derek, I understand what it’s like to lose your family in one day. It’s the most awful feeling imaginable. Because after the pain is the loneliness. I got lucky that I have Uncle Noah and Stiles. You had your sister and now she’s gone and you’re the only one left.” He chewed the inside of his cheek.
“It’s not just me. I have an uncle in a vegetative state at Beacon Hills long-term facility. And my sister Cora, I haven’t seen her since the fire. I think she’s gone too, but there’s always the chance that she’s still out there. She just doesn’t want anything to do with me.” He looked down at his hands. He looked so vulnerable right now, something I never expected from him. He had so many walls up. There were still things he was hiding about the Argents, but pushing him now didn’t seem right.
I gave him a small smile and kneeled down in front of him. Slowly, I reached for his hands, giving him plenty of time to pull away, but he let me touch him. I held his hands in mine, rubbing my thumbs over his knuckles. I titled my head to meet his eyes that he was hiding.
“Hey, grief is hard. Especially since we lost our families in the same way. Let’s help each other. Would that be okay?” I asked softly. He met my eyes finally, his stern expression was more loose than usual. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
“I want to. But I can’t.”
The sound of the door opened behind us, and queue Stiles meltdown. And with the position I was in, on my knees in front of Derek Hale, maybe it was a little justified.
“What is going on?” He asked. I quickly got to my feet.
“Uh, Derek was just leaving. Just a quick little visit.” I took Derek by the arm, brought him out of the chair and ushered him to the window, where he left without another word.
“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?” Stiles shouted.
“Will you keep it down?” I whispered loudly.
“Oh you can cut the crap, Dad isn’t here. Why the hell is a wanted criminal in my house?!”
I crossed my arms and shrugged innocently, “We were just talking.”
“Why was he covered in blood?” He pointed to the dry blood that was on the arm of my chair. I sighed and rubbed my temples.
“Okay, I’ll tell you. But you have to promise not to tell your dad.” I pleaded. He crossed his arms and looked away from me.
“As an upstanding citizen of Beacon Hills-”
“You cut the crap, Stiles. You have more priors than he does.”
“I wasn’t questioned about the murder of my sister.” He shot.
“He was acquitted of all changes due to his alibi.” I shot back.
He grumbled and shook his hands, “Fine, fine. Tell me.”
“Okay, so, Michael found me in the woods-”
“Michael-” He started.
“Hey, no interrupting!” He held his hands up in surrender, motioning for me to go on, “He found me in the woods and was probably going to commit a bunch of unsavory things on me when Derek showed up because the night before when you and Scott were arguing, I went to his house to get some answers of my own, he told me to go home so I did.” I paused and took a drink out of the glass of water on my nightstand, then continued, “Anyway, when Derek showed up he killed Michael because Derek is a werewolf.” I rushed out.
“A what?!” He shouted.
“Oh don’t act so surprised, you know Scott is a werewolf.”
He stepped back, pretending to be shocked, “Scott? A werewolf.” Clearly trying to cover for his friend, but no dice. Stiles was a terrible liar.
“Derek told me. And he also told me that Allison’s family are werewolf hunters. But I assumed you already knew that because you don’t look surprised at all.”
“Well, ahhh, her last name does mean silver in French.” He added. I shook my head, holding my pinkie out.
“Pinkie swear me you won’t tell Uncle Noah.” He sighed, tapping his foot, “Promise!” He grumbled, throwing his hands up in the air, but eventually he wrapped his pinkie around mine.
“Fine.” He paused, still holding my pinkie, his grip on my finger tightened, holding me there, “But you have to swear not to get romantically involved!” He pulled his pinkie away. I gasped loudly, staring between my pinkie and his.
“You can’t do that.”
He smirked, “I just did.”
“I am not romantically involved with Derek.” I blushed.
“Coulda fooled me.” He scoffed. I huffed.
“Okay, time for you to go. Goodnight Stiles.” I pushed him out the door and slammed it behind me. I leaned against the door and sighed. I wasn’t romantically involved with Derek, we just had a connection.
…
Maybe I was romantically involved. But could you blame me, he was my knight in shining armor twice. That was attractive. And he was far from ugly.
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The next morning, I went downstairs and was surprised to see Uncle Noah in the kitchen making breakfast.
“Morning, I didn’t hear you come in last night.” I said, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge.
“That’s because,” He yawned, “I came in this morning.” He motioned to the table, “Sit, sit. Let me make you breakfast.” I sat at the table, pulling an apple out of the basket on the table. He placed a plate of eggs and toast in front of me.
I smiled up at him, “Thanks, Uncle Noah.” He nodded, sitting down with his own plate before eating. The few minutes were in silence, just chewing. I decided I should at least talk, make it seem like I was still scared that Michael would come back.
“I know you don’t want to bring up work at home, but is there any news on Michael?” He sighed through his nose, swallowing his bite of food.
“It’s okay. And I wish I had better news, but we still haven’t found anything.” He said. I nodded.
“It’s okay, I know you’ll find him.” Find his body? Maybe. But he was very much dead. The only thing I’m worried about now in the woods was the alpha werewolf and whether he wanted to make me lunch or one of them.
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I was making my way out to get groceries when I saw Stiles Jeep whipping through the neighborhood. Being curious, I decided to follow, where I was led to Dr. Deaton’s office, the local veterinarian that Scott worked for.
“Is there a reason you’re driving like a bat outta hell?” I called, seeing Stiles get out.
“Oh great, you can help me carry him.” Stiles said, opening the back of the Jeep where Derek sat. He was pale, his eyes looked sunken in, and there was blood dripping down his hand.
“Jesus Christ.” I said, carefully helping Derek out of the Jeep. He grunted while Stiles and I helped him inside after Stiles unlocked the door with the spare key. Scott had gone to go find the bullet so that Derek could cure himself, he would have to steal from Kate Argent.
We brought him back into the operating area. I’m sure Stiles was chomping at the bit not to say something. Derek explained that he had been on the trail of the alpha when a hunter saw and shot him.
Stiles looked at his phone then Derek, “Does Northern Blue Monkshood mean anything to you?”
Derek was leaning on the operating table, “It’s a rare form of wolfsbane. He has to bring me the bullet.”
“Why?”
Derek looked from me to Stiles, “Cause I’m gonna die without it.” He said breathlessly. He took his jacket, then his shirt off to reveal the bullet wound in his arm which was bleeding, but the strangest thing was his veins around the wound were purple and crawling up his arm. I guess Monkshood must be deadly to werewolves, but then again, it is wolfsbane. Derek looked manic, he was getting warmer and sweat was dripping off of him in buckets. He looked around and grabbed an amputation saw. I grabbed a bowl filled with water and grabbed a couple paper towels. I wet the paper towels, and moving to touch his wounded arm, he pulled it away.
“Okay, if the Blue monkshood doesn’t kill you, an infection will. Let me help you.” I narrowed my eyes. He glared, his nostrils flared but he held his arm out. I lightly dabbed at it, careful not to apply too much pressure.
Stiles gagged when he saw it, prompting me to elbow his side, “Okay, you know, that really doesn’t look like anything, some echinacea and a good night’s sleep couldn’t take care of…?”
Derek swallowed thickly, “When the infection reaches my heart, it’ll kill me.”
“Positivity” just isn’t in your vocabulary, is it?”
“Stiles!” I scolded.
“If he doesn’t get here with the bullet in time– last resort.” Derek grabbed an amputation saw from the table.
“Which is…?” Stiles asked.
“You’re gonna cut off my arm.” He rushed his words out, they slightly slurred together.
“Okay okay.” I grabbed the saw from his grasp and set it back down on a metal tray, “Let’s just be a little optimistic. Scott’s going to be here soon.” He glared at me, causing me to raise my hands in surrender. He grabbed a rubber tourniquet and tied it tightly around his arm with his teeth to stop any further movement.
Stiles held his arms out, “Oh, my God. What if you bleed to death?”
“It’ll heal if it works.”
“If it works?!” I snapped, not believing that any of this was happening still.
Stiles sight, “Ugh. Look - I don’t know if I can do this.”
“Why not?”
“Well, because of the cutting through the flesh, the sawing of the bone, and especially the blood!”
“You’re not afraid of blood. You don’t faint.” I said, confused.
“No, but I might at the sight of a chopped - off arm!”
“All right, fine. How about this? Either you cut off my arm, or I’m gonna cut off your head.” Derek glared.
“Derek.” I scolded.
Stiles shook his head, “Okay, you know what, I'm so not buying your threats any-” Derek grabbed him by the shirt collar and lifted him up, “Oh, my God. Okay. All right, bought, sold. Totally. I’ll do it. I’ll do it.” Derek dropped him and Stiles looked back at his arm, “What? What are you doing? Holy God, what the hell is that?” His arm was oozing from the wound.
“It’s my body..” Derek breathed out, “Trying to heal itself.”
“Well, it’s not doing a very good job of it.” Stiles avoided his arm once again.
Derek grabbed the saw, holding it out to Stiles, “Now. You gotta do it now.”
“Look, honestly, I don’t think I can.”
“Just do it!” He shouted.
Stiles took the saw, “Oh, my God. Okay, okay. Oh, my God. All right, here we go!”
“I can’t watch this.” I covered my eyes with one of my hands, the other was on Derek’s uninjured arm. But like an angel’s voice, we heard Scott yelling for Stiles.
“Scott?” Stiles asked, looking at the frazzled teen who just ran through the clinic. I uncovered my eyes, still seeing Stiles with the saw pressed to Derek’s arm.
“What the hell are you doing?” Scott asked, exasperated.
Stiles dropped the saw, “Oh, you just prevented a lifetime of nightmares.”
Derek stood up more without the help of the table but he was starting to wobble, “Did you get it?”
“What are you gonna do with it?” Stiles asked.
Derek swallowed thickly, “I’m gonna…I’m gonna…” His eyes fluttered shut, his knees buckled and he fell to the floor.
“Derek!” I shouted, grabbing his torso before he broke his skull open on the floor. When Derek had dropped, it had knocked the bullet out of Scott’s hand and it had rolled.
“No. No, no, no, no.” Scott pleaded as he watched the bullet roll and fall into the vent in the floor.
Stiles was down on the floor besides me, “Derek. Derek, come on, wake up.” He was tapping his cheek, “Scott, what the hell are we gonna do?”
“I don’t know! I can’t reach it.” Scott called from across the room.
“He’s not waking up!” Stiles said between his teeth, clearly in panic mode, but I wasn’t any better. I leaned my head down to his chest, trying to hear his heartbeat.
“His heart beats slowing down!” I called, I grabbed his shoulder, starting to shake him, “Come on, Derek, wake up!”
“Come on.” I heard Scott grunt.
“I think he’s dying. I think he’s dead!” Stiles looking back in Scott’s direction. I started to panic, shaking him harder. I can’t lose him. I can’t. No one else I care about is allowed to die.
“Just hold on! Come on.” Scott let out a restrained yell, then shouted “Oh! I got it! I got it!”
When Stiles heard that, he pushed me back and bowed his fist, “Please don’t kill me for this.” He swung and connected with Derek’s cheek, “Ugh! Ow! God!” He pulled his hand away, shaking it. Derek gasped and his eyes shot open, I helped Derek to feet and held his waist to steady him.
“Give me…” Scott gave Derek the bullet. He took the bullet between his teeth, and broke it open. He dumped the contents of it on the table. From his back pocket he pulled out a match book, he lit a match and dropped it on the contents. It burned quickly, an eerie blue flame. Once it went out, he pinched some of the ash in his fingers, then stuck his fingers in the wound. I winched and looked away.
“Ow, God.” Stiles gagged. But we all watched in amazement as the dark veins that had been growing up his arm disappeared. I was finally able to breathe properly, I let out a sigh of relief, back away and leaning against the wall. I placed a hand on my chest, feeling my heart slowly go back into rhythm.
“That - Was - Awesome! Yes!” Stiles cheered, throwing his arms up.
“Are you okay?” Scott asked.
Derek grumbled a bit, “Well, except for the agonizing pain.”
“I’m guessing the ability to use sarcasm is a good sign of health.” Stiles smiled, feeling accomplished. He probably just was relieved that he didn’t have to cut anyone’s arm off.
“Okay, we saved your life, which means you’re gonna leave us alone, you got that? And if you don’t, I’m gonna go back to Allison’s dad, and I’m gonna tell him everything-” Scott started his threat. Which meant that I was severely out of the loop.
“You’re gonna trust them?” Derek cut him off, “You think they can help you?”
“Well, why not? They’re a lot freaking nicer than you are.”
Derek glared at him, the pain was back in his eyes, “I can show you exactly how nice they are.”
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After the excitement was over, I decided to go to the Hale house to talk to Derek privately. I got there before him and waited for him in the driveway. I really shouldn’t have come unannounced. He would probably just tell me to get lost like he usually did. I was pulled out of my thoughts by his black Camaro pulling up beside my car. I got out as he did. Derek still looked pretty rough but his color was coming back to his skin.
“Hey, I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“I’m fine.” He said dismissively, walking towards his house. And we were back to this. Even after everything, it’s like our relationship reset itself every time we saw each other. I followed after him, hot on his heels.
“Why do you keep doing this?” I asked, closing the door behind me.
“Doing what?” He took his leather jacket off and hung it up.
“You and I, we talk, we get more comfortable with each other. I think I am finally getting through that shell of yours only for you to make another one.”
Derek turned to face me, “I don’t owe you any explanation. I am fine by myself.”
“No, you’re not.” I came closer to him, my face mere inches from his, “You’re not fine by yourself. I saw how you looked tonight when Scott brought up the Argents. You were hurt, and scared, and angry. You can’t just sit here in this house and pour yourself into finding this alpha, you’re going to kill yourself. You almost died today.”
“He killed my sister! He is killing people and now Kate Argent is back and she doesn’t follow the Code. She will do anything, no matter how awful it is, to murder my kind. She’s the reason my family is gone!” He barked back. I took a deep breath.
“I know you want justice for Laura. I do too. But you can’t do that if you’re dead. Is that what she would want? Her little brother dead trying to get revenge?” Derek avoided my gaze, looking through me more than at me.
“Derek.” I said softly, slowly bringing my hand up to his cheek. He inhaled sharply, becoming stiff under my touch.
I stood on my tiptoes to press my forehead against his and whispered, “This is selfish to say… but I can’t lose you too. I-I thought you were dead. You have to be more careful. Please.” His body became less rigid and he let out a shaky breath. He slowly brought his hand to my waist, the other sliding over my hand that rested on his cheek. In that moment, it felt like the whole universe stopped. It was only me and him. It was like our minds finally connected and our souls touched. There was silence, only the wind blowing softly through the trees.
“I can’t do this.” He whispered, closing his eyes.
“You can.” I laced my fingers with his against his cheek, “We can do it together.”
“I can’t let myself.” He opened his eyes again to meet mine, “When I’m with you I lose focus, you’re all I can think about. I get distracted from what I need to do. So I ignore you, treat us like it's nothing because I can’t open myself up again. Not after… not after what happened.” He was opening up, if not all the way, just a little. Derek had a good point. Finding the alpha and killing him was the only way to get justice for Laura. And if I was distracting him, maybe I should keep my distance. He clearly has been hurt terribly by someone, and hearing him bare his soul made me think about how to make it better. But what was I to do? My demons were killed, Derek deserved to destroy his own.
“Do you want me to go away?” My words were barely a whisper.
He licked his lips, “If I was allowed to be selfish, I would never let you go.” I took a deep breath, dreading the fact that I had to leave him.
“Okay.” I smiled, trying to ignore my burning tear ducts, “I’ll go home. And… I won’t come back unless you want me to.” I reluctantly slipped my hand out of his. But, I need one selfish thing if I was ever going to live with this. I leaned up, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. I pulled away, feeling his hand fall from my waist. I kept my eyes on the floor as I walked out of the Hale house, got into my car and drove away.
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I see your beautiful davrisk art and wonder, do u have any fic recs for them? Last time i went hunting was a few yesrs ago, i think im ready to dice into rarepair hell again
okay so it would be absolutely egotistical of me to link my own stuff here (and honestly the ONE fic i would link isnt done, go me LOL) BUT!!! i do have some older fics but i do have some newer ones as well so! i pretty much just went through the four whole pages of davris content on ao3 and picked out my faves
these are ordered from most to least recent!
losing my religion (and finding it again at my sister's bachelorette party) by jesimiel - THIS fic is by my best good friend mike (@davestriderpostscratch) and their character voices are *chefs kiss* SO good--the dynamic. its so f*cking good. i laughed no less than ten times while reading this
400 Lux by bellclips - this one is on the top of my "longing and pining and yearning" list for SURE; one of my favorite things about davris in general is that theres SO much room for that sort of like. quiet chemistry? if that makes sense? this fic is very f*cking good on delivering on that front
Shared Secrets by ThatPeskyBoat - this was another gift fic for me!! (are we sensing a theme here LOL) obviously i like it because i f*cking force davris dynamics down my friends throats so it IS catered to me but!! i am really really fond of settings with these two that like... on the meteor with a sort of secretive relationship, usually because dave and vriska respectively reserve vulnerability for each other and each other only--uggggh LOVE that shit
(s)wordplay by Snowsheba - OKAY THIS IS MY FAVORITE DAVRIS FIC EVERRR THIS WAS LIKE. the FIRST longform davris fic i ever read and it fundamentally changed me as a f*cking person i SWEAR. i live breathe and die for anything to do with dave and vriska swordfighting and connecting through physical Action
start as you mean to continue by grassthatchedHut - THIS badboy is for if you wanna feel a little sad--this one i like because its mostly dialogue and like... conveys part of what i like about their dynamic in that they needle each other to get closer and it ends up, ultimately, being a display of affection--the rituals are so VERY intricate
anyway this is my masterpost! i may or may not add my own fic if and when it gets finished but. well see about that LEL
#vel drawls#not art#links#fic ref#davris#i hope theres at least one or two new ones on here for you!#the last two are PRETTY fuckin old
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Meeting the not Heroic Family
My submission for @pinesconessecrets as the santa of @mothmanfactkin, His prompts included super hero au and awkward dinner. So I combined them together into one massive fic. I hope you enjoy this because I enjoyed writing this. (Also on Ao3!)
"Dipper, I'm not sure about this," Wirt tightened his grip on his boyfriend's hand.
"It'll be fine!" Dipper awkwardly bumped Wirt with his elbow. "They don't need to know that I'm dating the legendary 'Spirit of the Plants'."
"Dipper this is serious." Wirt said. "If your Uncle is half as smart as you say he is, he should be able to figure out my identity in an instant."
"Don't worry about that, we have your cover story remember?" Dipper grinned, "a humble library part timer fresh out of college, looking for work. It'd cover most of our bases."
Wirt didn't look convinced. He bit his lip and looked away. His mind raced with all the ways this evening could go wrong. A villain somehow reconsigning him, and attacking them through the window. A giant monster bursting through the ceiling, crushing everyone and splattering the walls with their blood. Or worst of all, his boyfriend's uncles deciding that he was a bad influence. Cutting his time with Dipper short.
"Hey, look at me." Dipper pinched Wirt's cheek making the lanky man wince.
"What was that for?" Wirt rubbed his cheek.
"You were doing that thing where you panic and over think everything and worry that the end of the world will come about because you dropped a spoon." Dipper rolled his hand as he spoke.
"There was no apocalypse this time." Wirt said in a small voice.
"That's not the point Pilgrim." Dipper sighed. He placed both his hands on Wirt’s shoulders. "I know you're worried, and in truth, I am a little as well; but nothing helpful is going to come from sitting here and stewing in our sweat. Let's go take this thing down together."
Wirt took a deep breath, and let himself be held by Dipper. The weight of his hands on his shoulders helped ground the young man. He looked into his boyfriend’s eyes and gave a small smile.
“I think. I'll be fine.” Wirt said slowly.
“I’ll be with you every step of the way.” Dipper smiled.
The pair made their way down the long walk up to the mystery shack. Normally Dipper would have insisted on flying the pair over, but decided that letting Wirt get excited over the natural beauty of Gravity Falls might help him calm down enough to face his uncles. That judgement worked out swimmingly in his favour as Wirt awkwardly asked to stop every few minutes to observe some flower or shrub that he didn’t quite recognise.
“I know you said the town was bustling with the unknown, I didn’t think that would include plants.” Wirt carefully touched the leaf of a shrub.
“Is a small bush that impressive?” Dipper squated next to Wirt to observe the plant. The stem looked like it was covered in red polka dots.
“Look! This shrub adapted its stem to look like it's covered in red ants to avoid being eaten!” Wirt said in an excited voice. He gave the leaf at the tip of the stem a small poke and gave a small twitter of delight as the stem curled up perfectly to make the polka dots look even larger.
“Huh, I never noticed that.” Dipper taped his chin.
“Probably because you spent the better part of your time running for your life.” Wirt tapped a nearby tree. A sturdy branch grew out, just high enough along the trunk to help him stand up without groaning. “Thank you.” He whispered to the tree.
“You know, for a superhero you sure do use your powers haphazardly.” Dipper teased. He stood up, and led the way to the shack.
“You’re just jealous that your yearbook photo this year was captioned ‘plant killer’.” Wirt smirked, following Dipper along the path.
“I told all of our friends to not get me house plants as gifts. But they never listen.” Dipper threw up his hands in exasperation. “I can hardly take care of myself. You think I can take care of a plant?”
“Thank your lucky stars that I didn’t decide to incarcerate you for crimes against greenery.” Wirt said.
“That’s not a thing and you know it Mr.’Hero’.” Dipper punched Wirt’s arm.
“Well it might be!” Wirt shot back. “And now the charge has changed to battery.”
“Oh no. how could you have stopped my dastardly crimes.” Dipper rolled his eyes.
“Who’s talking about crime?” came a gruff voice.
The pair looked ahead to find an older looking man. Greying hair that lay flat on his head, a red nose and square jaw. He wore a serious expression, his face behind his square glasses was twisted into a serious scowl as he looked at the two young men.
“I-uh no-one Sir.” Wirt squeaked.
Dipper on the other hand rolled his eyes. “Why? You want a cut of the goods?”
“You’re damn right.” The old man smirked.
“I wha-” Wirt looked between them.
“Are you sure you’d want to be associated with horrible criminals like us?” Dipper asked. “Wouldn’t want the press to find out and cause another scandal.”
“Those paparazzi cronies will swarm after anything. It’ll blow over in less than a day.” The old man chuckled.
“What?” Wirt tilted his head.
Dipper grinned. “Wirt, this is my Great uncle Stan, retired hero and ever active conman.”
“Hero?” Wirt stared at the man. His mind raced to put a mask to the face.
“Autographs cost 50 and pictures with me are 100.” Stan gave a showman’s grin. “Keep in mind that those prices are mutually exclusive.”
“And if you want him in costume you’d be footing the tailor’s bill.” Dipper elbowed Wirt.
“Wait, who were you?” Wirt asked.
“Who was I? Who was I?” Stan looked as though he had the wind knocked out of him. “What kind of cave dweller did you bring to my house?”
Dipper rolled his eyes at Stan’s theatrics. He was well used to his uncle’s inflated ego about his hero career. Wirt on the other hand found difficulty picking up on Stan’s very subtle hints at playing a bit. He felt his stomach sink to his feet as the man’s voice grew in volume, his life flashing before his eyes as he tried to figure out which hero this angry looking man could have been.
“Grunkle Stan, tone it down, you’re going to give him a heart attack.” Came a sweet as sugar voice from inside the shack. A young lady with her hair done in a long braid opened the mesh door and punched Stan in the arm. Aside from rosy cheeks and the lack of a beard, her face was identical to Dipper’s. It didn’t take long for Wirt to recognise his boyfriend’s twin sister, Mabel.
She turned to Wirt and gave a warming smile. “Sorry about this old grump. He thinks his comedy routine should double as a horror show.”
“It’s only horror if they’re too sensitive.” Stan rubbed his arm.
“You promised Dipper you’d play nice while Wirt was visiting.” she crossed her arms.
“I also promised your uncle Shermie that I wouldn’t let you do any hero work while staying over. And look how that turned out.” Stan rolled his eyes.
“Stopping someone from stealing a car isn’t hero work.” Mabel shot back.
“Sorry about Stan,” Dipper muttered under his breath. “He’s just jealous that his hero career was cut.”
“Jealous?” Wirt stared at Dipper. “You said you didn’t tell them anything”
“He’s jealous of your youthfulness” Dipper squeezed Wirt’s shoulder. He leaned in close to whisper into his ear. “I haven’t told them a thing, I promise.”
“So he’s not mad?” Wirt clarified.
“Nope, just a really bad comedian.” Dipper smiled.
Wirt closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He held onto Dipper’s hand to ground himself. It took a couple of moments but he felt his heart rate slow down.
“Hey, is the kid okay?” Stan called from the porch. Wirt could hear the audible smack of Mabel’s fist against Stan’s meaty arms, followed by a hushed. “Ouch!”
“Ready to go in?” Dipper asked patiently, ignoring his relatives and their antics.
“I think so yes.” Wirt opened his eyes and gave a weak grin.
***
The pair had wanted to spend the wait for dinner in the living room, enjoying the terrible public access television that Gravity Falls had to offer. However, Stan had other plans. Apparently Dipper’s second Grunkle, Ford as Stan called him, had failed to arrive in time to help like he had agreed. And now the couple were forced into the kitchen to help with dinner preparations.
“Honestly you don’t need to help too much.” Dipper insisted as he kept an eye on the bubbling stew.
“I don’t mind. It’s nice to see the shack you talk so much about.” Wirt smiled. He carefully peeled an onion before dicing it. Dipper could have sworn the onion grew plumper when he handed it to Wirt.
“So he talks about this place huh?” Stan looked over his shoulder and away from his chopping board. “Better be talking about how great it was.”
“Oh but of course.” Dipper rolled his eyes. “The 5 star accommodations, and food to match? How could I complain?”
“Didn’t you say that the walls were riddled with splinters?” Wirt asked.
“They add character!” Stan insisted. He banged his fist on to the chopping board, launching sliced up carrots into Dipper’s bubbling pot.
“And a surprising amount of fiber.” Dipper said. He placed a lid on the pot.
“What?” Wirt looked at Dipper.
“The kid chews just about anything. I’m surprised his power wasn’t something like eating anything.” Stan said, he took the onion slices from Wirt and poured them into a pan with some oil.
“I don’t think that’d be very fitting.” Wirt said.
“Oh? And why’s that?” Stan snapped his fingers, summoning a small flame at the tip of his finger, which he then used to ignite the stove. He raised an eyebrow as he stared at Wirt. Challenging him to back up his claim.
Wirt could feel his stomach twisting under the gaze of the older man, but a gentle hand on his shoulder helped the practising hero ground himself. He took a deep breath and put on what felt like a confident grin. “Well, for one thing Dipper would need an appetite for such a power to be useful.”
There was a beat, Wirt held his breath, expecting some snide remark about how he didn’t know what he was talking about. Instead, Wirt watched as Stan slapped his knee in laughter. The old man’s wrinkled face lifted with glee as his hoarse laugh filled the shack. He accidentally knocked over the pan he had just put on the stove.
Acting quickly, Wirt grew a strong vine from the flowers on the window sill, easily catching the pan.
“And here I thought you were all talk about him being a smart alec!” Stan grinned. He clapped a hand on Wirt’s back.
“Thank you?” Wirt looked to Dipper for help.
His boyfriend gave him a small smile and a thumbs up. “Told you he could hold his own.”
“He still looks scrawny as hell.” Stan pulled his pan out of the vine’s grasp. “Pretty good with his powers. You sure he ain’t some mask behind your back?”
“Grunkle Stan, Wirt would never lie to me like that.” Dipper frowned. He looked disgusted at the suggestion.
“Not many regular people are quick enough to catch something that fast. Especially with powers they don’t use regularly.” Stan said.
“I do use my power often.” Wirt said honestly.
“And what does a librarian need chloromancy for?” Stan asked.
“It helps me put away books faster.” Wirt said. “Not to mention I had a very excitable younger brother. If I wasn’t keeping an eye on him, there was no telling how much trouble he’d get in.”
Dipper held his breath as he watched his Uncle’s reaction. The old man eyed Wirt up and down, before shrugging and moving back to his cooking. “Jeez you really are dating a goody two shoes, aren’t you?”
“You know me. Can’t help but stick to the rules.” Dipper said with an awkward chuckle.
“Only when it suits you.” Stan remarked. “Now toast the bread, I didn't bring you in here to play 20 questions.”
***
‘Ford’ was still nowhere to be seen, but the family had decided to start dinner without him.
“If he thinks I’m going to wait for him to eat then he’s got another thing coming.” Stan said.
With the use of his plant powers, Wirt was able to set the table rather quickly. He wondered why Mabel hadn’t been asked to help, but when he saw several burn marks hidden under the table cloth, he realised the risk the ever glitter throwing Mabel could be to the kitchen. It wasn’t long before the table had been set and all food was served. The three Pines and Wirt sat together at the table, enjoying the delicious food. The sound of clinking plates filled the air.
All was peaceful until a loud crash came from the living room, followed by an angry shout.
“Stanley what did you do to my mirror!”
Stan didn't get up from his seat, in fact he acted as though he didn’t hear what had just transpired. Wirt remembered seeing the old man reach for his ears before they began eating. ‘Perhaps he turned off his hearing aids?’.
Dipper gave Wirt a smile. “We’re in the kitchen Grunkle Ford!”
Wirt turned to the doorway just in time to see a man with a similar face to Stan’s but with a much deeper cleft in his chin and much poofier hair. He wore a trench coat and red sweater over black dress pants. His clothes were scuffed and were burnt in multiple places. To the untrained eye it would have looked like the man had run wildly through the woods from some kind of monster. However Wirt was familiar with markings like those that were all over Ford’s clothing. They were from stray bullets that had nicked his clothing, narrowly avoiding him.
“Stanley, what was the big idea with putting my mirror behind the couch!” Ford marched right up to his twin, his face red with rage.
Stan lazily looked up at Ford, his mouth full of mashed potatoes. He raised a finger and swallowed his food. “I can’t hear anything you're saying Sixer.” Stan pointed to the kitchen counter, where his hearing aids sat, keeping him deaf to the world around him.
“You knucklehead! I almost got crushed!” Ford reached to punch Stan, but he was stopped by Dipper. The young man had jumped out of his seat and grabbed a hold of Ford’s arm. Dipper also summoned a vine from the window sill to keep his uncle restrained.
“Grunkle Ford, I’m really happy you’re back in one piece. I was hoping to introduce you to my boyfriend, Wirt.” Dipper said. He nonchalantly gestured to Wirt.
“Ah, yes. I had forgotten we had guests.” Ford’s cheeks turned red as he collected himself. “I apologise for my outburst. I’m usually much more composed. However, someone’s pettiness has affected that.”
“Still deaf as a post.” Stan pointed to his large ears. His mouth full of half eaten stew.
Ford rolled his eyes and walked over to Wirt. The old man wiped his hand on his dark pants before offering a six-fingered hand shake. Wirt politely returned the gesture with a firm hand. But as the pair shook hands, a painful realisation dawned upon them both.
“You…” They both breathed. Their eyes locked into one another.
Before Wirt could say anything, Stanford ran out of the room, and out of sight.
Stan, Dipper and Mabel stared at Wirt, all thinking the same question. Wirt could feel their eyes boring into his skull, so he stood up, and excused himself. The young man made his way to the bathroom, closing the door behind himself. He splashed his face with some cold water and breathed deeply. He looked at the mirror above the sink, screamed, and tripped back into the bathtub.
“Calm down!” Dipper whispered. He stepped out of the mirror.
“How did you-”
“I’ve been copying Grunkle Ford’s power for ages.” Dipper said. “Now, would you mind explaining what that was just now?”
“So, remember how I thought I never met your uncles and was worried about a bad first impression?” Wirt asked. His tone sounded jovial despite his rattled nerves. “Well I don't need to worry about that anymore.”
“When did you meet Grunkle Ford?” Dipper asked. He sat on the side of the bathtub.
“I was doing a nightly patrol of our campus. The security guards had asked for some help from the local hero guild. Someone was breaking in and taking the latest data found by the scientific teams. I was already on campus so the hero guild put me to the job.” Wirt said. He kept in his awkwardly sat position in the tub as he spoke. The shower curtain tangled with his long limbs.
“So as I was walking around, I heard the guards calling for help, turned the corner and saw the tail coat of a man run down the hallway. ‘The light of the moon shone through the windows, guiding me through the dark to his eventual capture’. Is what I thought when I saw him turn down a dead end. But instead there was no one. There was the one way glass of the nearby lab door; but it was securely locked. The guards checked it anyway and found no one.”
“Right.” Dipper nodded along, tapping his chin.
“I walked along the floor, looking for any signs of the intruder; but alas he had slipped my grasp. The only person I found was one of the professors leaving after a late night at work. I had thought he was the intruder at first, since the first thing I saw were the tails of his coat, but it was a lab coat.” Wirt continued.
“But where does Ford fit into this?” Dipper asked.
“That professor dropped a roll of paper he was carrying. I thought it was some of his research, but when I reached down to pick it up. I noticed he had six fingers, which was not mentioned in the staff listings. And when I looked at his ID, it was a crudely faked card.” Wirt said.
“Ooooh.” Dipper sucked in a breath. “And he realised you were the hero from that night?”
“There’s no way he didn’t.” Wirt said.
“Okay, things are messy, but, there’s nothing to worry about.” Dipper clapped his hands. “He knows that you know, but we don’t know he knows. So we can use this to our advantage.”
“If he knows that we know, then he won’t try to deal with me to make sure I don’t blab?” wirt asked.
“But he can’t be sure that you know.” Dipper said. “As far as your story goes, you’re only a librarian. Just keep your cool and things should smooth over.”
“Considering how annoyed your Uncle Stan is, I doubt he’d want to cause too much more trouble.” Wirt said.
“Exactly.” Dipper smiled. “Now come on, dinner’s getting cold and trust me when I say you don’t want to fight Mabel for seconds.”
Wirt watched as Dipper stood up offering his hand. The young man took a deep breath before accepting his boyfriend’s hand.
“That sounds lovely.” he agreed.
#Gravity falls#Pinescone#Pinescone Secret Santa#Over the garden wall#OTGW#GF#Wirt#Dipper#Wirt X Dipper#Hero Au
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Many of you have been asking me why my shop has been closed for the last two years. Some of you may have notice I was missing from the convention circuit before Quarantine hit.
Two years ago I was told by a dozen doctors that I was a very difficult case and I was not going to make it past a few weeks.
My kidneys were failing. My heart was very weak. I had congestive heart failure. Organs were shutting off...My weight was under 80 pounds. I was anemic, so weak I could not walk. My lungs & the area around my heart were filled with liters of fluid. I was drowning inside and could not sleep for weeks. All I was left with was a huge pre medi-cal approval hospital bill.
I thought my time had come...
What happened after is a miracle of friendship.
What was meant to be one final reunion with my best friends to thank them for their friendship and to get one final hug, became a quest to save my life.
My good soul brother super awesome movie director and storyboardart.com owner, Sergio Paez & the fantastic super talented Ghost Rider Robbie Reyes creator Felipe Smith -FelipeSmith.com came together & they decided they were not going to let me die.
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Many of you may know I have no family here. My mother died a very tragic death, shortly before I was admitted in the hospital. My brother left this world while I was fighting for my life. I know little of my father. My sister is in Japan but she has an equally challenging immunological illness after recovering from a massive stroke. She is also fighting for her life.
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I am not yet tested for possible transplant. I was too weak and needed to get stronger. Then...Covid happened and everything slowed. I may need a donor if I am tested positive for transplant.
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I am blessed with a huge non blood related family of friends & they happen to be all extremely talented.
I am immensely grateful for everyone’s support. This gratitude helped me immensely to go through this journey.
You are part of my family of friends. You have been there supporting my work despite of the repetitive vault postings and the absence of new art for the last two years.
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This Christmas - A Harry Styles Series (Part 12)
Two life long friends. Secretly in love. Home for the holidays. Will they risk everything by telling the other how they feel? Or will they spend another year loving from afar?
Read these first
Prologue Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11
Waking up the next morning alone in your childhood bedroom was a little disappointing. It was a strange feeling not waking up with the warmth of Harry by your side. The fact that it had only been a couple of days meant you were in for a rude awakening once you went back to your flat in London. Speaking of which, neither you or Harry has brought up what would happen next, but it looks like you’ll have your trip to discuss it.
After washing your face and brushing your teeth, the realization it was Christmas morning and the aroma of your mother’s traditional Christmas morning breakfast taking over the house quickly brought your spirits up. Once you were done, you went straight downstairs, still wearing your Christmas pajamas, and your mouth watered at the sight of food on the table.
“Happy Christmas!” you smiled, hugging your mother.
“Happy Christmas, honey,” she smiled. “Everything is almost done.”
“Awesome, need any help?” You asked.
“Want to grab plates and then get your father?” She asked.
“Sure thing,” you smiled.
You went over to the cabinet taking out enough plates for everyone and placing them on the table. You decided on going ahead and getting everyone drinks as well before going in search of your father, who was in his office getting the present for your mother. It was something he always did. He had to wait to put it out last minute because if she knew he had purchased something for her, she would make him take it back.
“I really think she’s going to like this one this year,” he smiled, holding the box in his hands.
“You say that every year and while she does usually like them, she still complains,” you laughed.
“True, but she only stays mad at me for a couple of hours and then she lets herself enjoy the gift,” he shrugged.
“Traditions, right?” You smiled.
“Gotta love ‘em,” he said.
After stuffing your face with all Christmas breakfast, it was time to open up presents. You all took turns opening your gifts. Thank yous, gasps, laughs, and a few tears were shed with each opened present. At the end of it all, there was nothing but wrapping paper and empty bags and boxes scattered around.
“How is that we have grown children and there’s still a mess on our floor on Christmas morning?” Your mother laughed.
“Because everyone’s a kid at Christmas,” you smiled.
Next up on the family traditions was watching another Christmas movie before getting ready to head over to Anne’s. This time you picked How the Grinch Stole Christmas. You helped your mother clean up the mess while you watched the movie and spent the rest of it cuddled up on the couch, drinking yet another cup of hot chocolate.
When the movie was over, you went up to your room to get ready. You always wanted to look nice on Christmas, spending extra time on your hair and makeup and wearing a nice outfit. However, this Christmas you wanted to look extra special. Luckily, you packed a new deep shade of green dress that fit you perfectly. It wasn’t too tight, but it still flattered your figure, which you loved.
You paired it with red heels and a deep, red lip. To add in a little extra festiveness, you put on your Christmas tree earrings. They were definitely a little much, but you loved them. When you met your parents downstairs, they both smiled at you.
“What?” You blushed.
“You look absolutely beautiful,” he smiled.
“Thank you,” you smiled.
“Okay, ready to go to the in-laws?” Your mother smirked.
“What?” You laughed.
“Well, now that you and Harry are dating, we’re all officially family, right?” She smirked.
“We’re only dating, Mum, not getting married,” you laughed.
“Not yet,” she winked.
You shook your head with a laugh before following them out the door.
**
Harry woke up yet again to a pillow being thrown in his face.
“Go away, Gem!” He mumbled, throwing a pillow towards the direction of his sister.
“Harry Edward Styles it is Christmas morning and it’s time for you to get your ass up,” Anne scolded.
“Mum?” He snapped up, instantly regretting the sudden movement.
“Yep. You have five minutes to be downstairs,” she smirked.
“Sorry!” He called out after her.
Harry groaned laying back in bed trying to wake himself up. He had gotten back only three hours before and he was slightly regretting his decision on sneaking out of the house. But who was he kidding, it was well worth it. Any time spent with you was worth more than lack of sleep.
Finally sliding off the bed, he goes into the bathroom to brush his teeth and wipe his face. Looking into the mirror, he noticed a few remnants from the previous nights. Your lipstick stained his lips and various places across his chest and neck. He smirked, remembering the details of each one as he took a washcloth to try and get the red smear off. He would have loved to keep them there for the time being, but he didn’t need to advertise his whereabouts only a few hours ago.
When he made it to the living room, piles of presents were separated based on the three of them. This was always their thing. All the presents under the tree would be piled together based on who they were for and then they would each take turns opening a present. It would have been easier to just let one person go and open all their presents, but it made the magic of opening presents last a little longer.
“Happy Christmas,” Gemma smiled, hugging him.
“Happy Christmas, Gem,” he smiled, hugging her back.
“MY babies!” Anne smiled, wrapping her arms around both of them and pressing kisses to their cheeks.
And that was something she has done every single year and probably will continue to do when both of her children are well into their fifties.
“I can’t believe it’s Christmas,” Gemma said, sitting down on the floor next to her pile of presents.
“I know. The fact that another year’s over, too,” Anne said.
“Okay, John Lennon,” Harry joked.
“Smart ass!” Anne laughed, throwing a pillow at him.
“For fuck’s sake, I’m taking all the pillows in this bloody house and hiding them forever,” He laughed.
“Hey, we don’t get to do this very often, so we have to make it a good one,” Gemma shrugged.
“And what’s that? Bug the piss out of me?” He asked.
“Exactly,” she smirked.
He rolled his eyes, getting himself some coffee, before sitting back down near his own pile of presents. He enjoyed getting presents, but he enjoyed giving them the most. He loved being able to buy his family things they wouldn’t be able to purchase for themselves. He was happy he was in a position to help his mother and sister whenever they needed it. Of course, being who they are, they didn’t need it quite so much, but it was there when they did.
After presents that included multiple gag gifts causing them to laugh uncontrollably, they all sat around eating breakfast and talking about different Christmas memories. Next, everyone went up to their rooms to get ready for everyone to come over. Of course he was the first one back downstairs, so he started getting things ready to cook while he waited for his Gemma and his mother to get back down.
Anne came down first and the two of them got going on the cooking. Harry’s job was to slice and dice everything, while Anne did the rest of it.
“So,” Anne said. “Are you and Y/N official?”
“Um… yeah, we are,” he smiled.
“And you’re happy?” She asked.
“The happiest I’ve been in a long time,” he smiled.
“I know,” she smiled. “I can tell.”
“I don’t even know why I’m asking this because I’m pretty sure I already know the answer, but are you happy about this?” He asked, throwing chopped veggies in a bowl.
“Honey, all I’ve ever wanted for you is to be happy and to live a life that you want,” she said. “I’ve always thought you and Y/N would be each other’s person, but I knew I couldn’t be the one to tell you that. You two had to figure it out on your own and sometimes the only way to find your way to who you’re meant to be with… you have to be with other people.”
“So, you’re saying it was probably a good thing for me and Y/N to just now get together?” He asked.
“I do,” she nodded. “Think about it Harry, when all of this… when you were in One Direction you were still so young and traveling around the world the majority of the time. You weren’t ready to have a serious girlfriend and had you and Y/N tried back then, it really could have fucked up any chance you two might have had. And then what? You two would have missed out on a life together.”
“Wow, I guess I didn’t think of it like that,” he said.
“Which is why I’m happy you two are trying not to focus on the past,” she said. “I know it’s easier said than done, but everything has its way of working out. It may not be when we want it, but it’ll come when we’re ready for it.”
Harry smiled, wrapping his arms around her, “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” she smiled. “And next time you want to sneak out and in the house in the middle of the night, please just use the front door like a normal person.”
“Uh… you know about that?” He winced.
“You’re needy son, I’m surprised it took you that long to sneak over to Y/N’s place,” she joked.
“I really don’t understand why everyone keeps saying that like it’s a bad thing!” He laughed.
**
When you arrived at Anne's house, you suddenly felt a little nervous. You weren’t sure why, but wondered if it was because this would be the first public outing for you and Harry. And it wasn’t even public, just close friends and family. You hated to know what it would feel like when you actually did accompany him in public, which is something else you would have to discuss.
Before your father could even knock, Harry had opened the door with a huge smile on his face.
“Happy Christmas!” He cheered.
“Oh boy, someone’s already had a few glasses of wine,” your mother jokes.
“I’ve not!” Harry laughed.
“Well we’re bloody in for it when you do,” she laughed, kissing his cheek. “But Happy Christmas to you, too.”
You giggled when Harry looked at you, “I don’t know if I should be offended or not,” he said.
“If you have to ask, you already have your answer,” you said.
He smiled, slipping his arm around your waist, “You look beautiful…. And those earrings… are lovely.”
“Smooth,” you laughed. “This is my Christmas earrings. I’ve worn them every year for like four years.”
“That doesn’t exactly shock me,” he said.
“I might have to get you a pair,” you smirked. “We could match.”
“I’d love to, but sadly I don’t have any piercings,” he sighed, dramatically.
“Oh, we can change that with a sewing needle and a trip to the bathroom,” you said. “It’s not stopped you before.”
“You heard about that?” He winced.
“Of course, I heard about it. You act like I’ve been living under a rock for the past six years,” you rolled your eyes.
“Sorry, sorry,” he put his hands up in defense.
“Anyway, how was Christmas this morning with your family?” you asked.
“Entertaining,” he laughed, handing you a drink. “Yours?”
“Traditional,” you joked. “And also very entertaining.”
“Maybe one day we’ll have our own entertaining tradition filled Christmas morning,” he winked.
“Can’t wait,” you smiled.
**
The rest of the day is filled with games, food, laughter, and drinks. You were having the best time and it felt even more special having Harry at your side. Eventually, Anne brought out Christmas Home videos and you all laughed at the memories. But there was one you had forgotten all about. It was of you and Harry probably about five or six. You two were cuddled up together, holding hands, and watching a Christmas movie.
“Who is your best friend in the whole world?” Anne smiled, pointing the camera at Harry.
“Y/N!” He smiled.
“And Y/N who is your best friend in the whole world?” She asked.
“Harry!” You smiled.
Both of you wrapped your arms around each other in a great big hug.
“That’s when I knew,” Anne smiled.
“Knew what?” Harry asked.
“That one day she would be officially a part of this family,” she smiled. “And on that day, I would give her this.”
Anne held out a wrapped box, the one Harry was supposed to have given you the other night. You looked at her confused before ripping off the paper and opening it up. Inside was a stocking with your name on it. The same exact stocking and font that match Anne, Gemma and Harry’s stocking hanging on the mantle.
“You always wanted one,” she smiled. “And now you have it.”
You smiled, tears forming in your eyes, as you wrapped her up in a big hug. “Thank you,” you whispered. “I love it.”
“You’re welcome, sweetheart,” she smiled.
**
As the night died down a bit, you and Harry headed outside to the backyard.
“Christmas day is such a bittersweet feeling,” you sighed.
“How come?” He asked.
“Because once it’s here… it’s over and soon after the magic of Christmas… the feeling of Christmas is gone until next year,” you sighed.
“Well, at least we’ll have each other,” he smiled. “And we’ll know it may have been the magic of Christmas that brought us together.”
“Okay, how many Hallmark movies have you been watching?” You laughed.
“It’s true,” he laughed.
“Yeah, it is,” you smiled, wrapping your arms around him. “Whatever the reason, I’m glad we’re finally here, together.”
“Me too,” he smiled, holding you close.
And to make the moment even more romantic, it started to snow.
“Oh wait! I forgot, one more present,” he said.
“Harry, seriously, I’ve had enough,” you giggled.
“I think you’ll like it,” he said, handing you a box.
Inside the box was mistletoe, causing you to laugh.
“What’s more romantic than this… kissing under the mistletoe while it’s snowing on Christmas Night,” he smiled. “Merry Christmas, baby.”
“Merry Christmas,” you replied with a smile before pressing your lips against his.
And that is how This Christmas quickly became your favorite.
**
THE END! I hope you all enjoyed this series and look out for the companion series coming soon! :)
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The Girls of Ba Sing Se - (Sokka x f!Reader) Pt. 7
Part Six│Part Eight
“See you later, pretty girl.”
TW: One instance of mild language
Y/N didn’t think Aang would have taken her seriously when she joked about taking a vacation. Of course, she was rightly traumatised after being chased and nearly eaten by an angry mother moose-lion. Maybe the boy didn’t understand her humour – she wasn’t sure she understood her humour most of the time – but they were nevertheless travelling around the deserts heading west, stopping off at every location Aang desired.
Misty Palms Oasis sounded nice on paper, Y/N had to admit, but they had wasted so much time so far. It was Sokka who was the most vocal about this fact, but Aang, ever the chill airbender, brushed him off.
“I’m trying really hard practising my bending with Katara and Toph,” He said, his usual smile in his face. “I’ve been training my arrow off!”
Sokka met Y/N’s eyes, exchanging near identical looks of incredulity. Their gazes lasted a moment too long, however, as they looked away swiftly, faces pink and eyes wide. She didn’t have to look back to know he had that stupid grin on his face.
With her feet propped up on Y/N’s legs, Toph let out a snort. She didn’t elaborate when asked, brushing her friends off easily as she closed her eyes, catching some lazy sleep in the sun.
As the oldest two in the group, Sokka and Y/N naturally began a partnership based solely on not letting the younger ones die in their training and travelling. And yet, she found that they were spending more and more time together when they really didn’t need to. There was always an excuse; Sokka had to sleep with his arm slung over her because it was ‘too cold’ and she was ‘always warm’. Y/N needed Sokka to come foraging with her because only he could control Qin if she got loose and decided to chase something.
Under the heat of the midday sun, it was too hot for Qin to carry Y/N, so she followed under Appa’s shadow as they ventured across the continent. Even the reptile seemed to like Sokka, shuffling under his legs to sleep at night.
Leaning over the side of Appa’s saddle, Y/N watched as Qin panted, running underneath them as loyal as a hound. She frowned as the reptile sped ahead, clambering to Aang’s side; Qin had found the Oasis. Supressing a snort, she watched her pet lap up the melting water from the admittedly pitiful ice spring, the dog at her side edging away warily.
Aang laughed sheepishly as they came in to land. “Must’ve changed ownership since I was last here.”
The fine sand beneath their feet was warm to touch. A hand on Toph’s shoulder, Y/N followed their friends into what seemed to be the dingiest establishment she would ever set foot in. As she passed through the small square, she watched their surroundings with astute care; the sandbenders that had their eyes on Appa and Qin were hanging around outside the bar. One of them hacked up spit, launching it at Sokka’s feet with some extremely unpleasant words.
“I’d watch yourself, sand snake,” Y/N hissed back, her voice low and guttural. “You see my steed? Then you know who I hail from.”
Reluctantly, the sandbenders backed off, their mouths twisted into menacing scowls. Looking over his shoulder in questioning, Sokka frowned at Y/N, but she shook her head. He did not want to know, she was sure.
Inside the bar was even more grim than its exterior. The patrons of the bar looked more travel weary than any of her friends, though most of them seemed beyond tired. They looked haunted. Luckily, the bartender seemed friendlier and less traumatised than his patrons, his drinks looking very thirst quenching. Taking a seat, Y/N tapped the bar with two fingers, catching the man’s attention. Pulling out his twin blades, he smiled at her.
“What can I get you, pretty girl?” He said, gesturing to the overhanging fruit – a selection of mangoes and passion fruit.
Y/N grinned, resting her chin on her palm, leaning over the bar. “Those mangoes look luscious.”
“Well, you’re in luck,” The man said, slicing the fruit down, catching them from mid-air and dicing them up with incredible skill, “Because these mangoes are in fresh.”
Putting on a show, the bartender threw the diced fruit into a bowl, pouring what looked to be coconut milk in it – still with his swords. With a wink, he topped the drink with a decorative umbrella and straw, pushing it across the bar towards her. Reaching to her pockets to flick him a coin, the bartender put a hand up.
“Your name is all I need,” He said, obviously flirting.
“Oh,” Y/N flushed, taking a sip of her – very well made – drink. “I’m Y/N.”
He smirked. “Nice to meet you, Y/N. You can call me Jìngyi.”
Smiling at him, she turned to see if Sokka wanted a drink, only to see him sulking by his sister. What was that about? Y/N shrugged, thinking maybe Toph had been a bit too mean to the poor boy again. Catching his eye for a moment, she gave him her usual sweet look, beckoning him over. Pursing his lips, Sokka shook his head, leaving a frown on her face and a pang in her chest that made her drink seem bitterer than it had after her first sip.
“You’re a living relic!”
Aang was scratching the back of his neck, a bashful look on his face. Frowning ever deeper, Y/N necked the rest of her drink, flicking a gold coin over the bar anyway.
“An Air Nomad, right in front of me!”
Clasping Aang’s shoulder, Y/N’s hand hovered over her staff. “Do we have a problem over here?”
“Not at all!” The man professed, just as enthusiastic despite the subtle threat. “Professor Zei, head of anthropology at Ba Sing Se University. Tell me, which of the air temples do you hail from?”
“The Southern Temples.”
“Splendid!” Zei exclaimed, moving his gaze from Aang to Y/N. “And you! You, my dear, look just like someone I know. But tell me, where did you get that bō staff? The handiwork is excellent. I haven’t seen such craftsmanship since the siege on Ba Sing Se!”
Y/N flinched, expression cold. “It was a gift from my father.”
“Thank you,” He chuckled nervously, pulling out a pair of callipers. “Now, airbender, what was the primary agricultural product of your people?”
“Uh, are fruit pies an agricultural product?”
Zei muttered something enthusiastically under his breath, jotting something into his journal. No matter how nice the man may have actually been, there was something unnerving about him. It was likely his dissection of people, so loud and enthusiastic. If it weren’t for the complete innocence around him, the kind that reminded her of Aang, Y/N would be pulling her friends out of the door and the desert immediately.
Mood sufficiently ruined, she stalked back to the bar to the bartender who looked at her like she was the prettiest person in there. He seemed glad for the company as well, and as they spoke, she found out more about him; he was just over a year older than her, a non-bender, whose father owned the Oasis after the previous owner died.
“What do you know about the anthropologist over there?” Y/N asked, on her third mango drink; she had come to the conclusion that she was obsessed with the fruit drinks.
“Zei?” Jìngyi scoffed, grinning as he looked over her shoulder. “Harmless, mostly. He’s been scouring the desert for a hidden library for as long as I can remember.”
“Oh, so this spirit has attractive assistants, huh?”
Sokka’s voice was loud, carrying through the building and all the way to the bar. What in Agni’s name was that boy’s problem? Gritting her teeth, she turned to look at Jìngyi, who had an amused smirk on his face.
“What?” Y/N snapped at him, frustratingly only fuelling his amusement. “What is so funny?”
“Oh, it hasn’t clicked yet.”
“What in the Spirits’ names are you on about?”
He barked out a laugh. “You really have no clue, do you?”
About ready to burst, she reached across the bar, grabbing him by the collar. “You’re really pissing me off, and you don’t have the free passes that my friends do.”
“And if I told you that talking to me was annoying your loud friend over there?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.
With a subtle glance, Y/N adjusted her glare towards Sokka, confirming Jìngyi’s words. As she went to drop the boy, he instead stopped her, clasping a hand over hers. He leaned in closer to her.
“Are you really gonna let him off that easy?”
Looking at Jìngyi up and down, she grinned for a moment as she considered his words, before dropping him completely. “You make a mean drink, love, but he’s far too nice for me to do that.”
Chortling lowly, the bartender began cleaning the counter, completely unfazed by their small encounter. She didn’t fully understand what had happened – with Sokka that was – but she was clued up enough to be equally amused and flattered at the situation. Perhaps she would’ve considered continuing the conversation if it weren’t for Professor Zei sprinting up to her side and tugging on her arm like a small child begging for a mother’s attention.
“You have a tamed Mongoose Lizard?” He said, eyes glistening with that childish wonder.
“Trained,” Y/N corrected him, eyes colder than the pitiful remains of the Oasis. “I’m assuming I’m to come outside and introduce the two of you.”
“Yes please!”
Sighing, she shot a look to Jìngyi of what could only be pleading, scowling at the response of, “See you later, pretty girl.”
As she was dragged out of the establishment, Y/N found herself already with her bō staff already out. With her sight filled with red, she charged the four sandbenders cornering Appa and Qin, spitting threats at them in their native language just as easily as the menacing looks she was giving. Recognising the one from earlier, she jabbed her staff to his throat quicker than the strike of a heron, pinning him under its end. Hastily, his buddies pulled him backwards and into two sand-sailers, fleeing under the cover of a sand tornado.
“Professor Zei, this is Qin,” Y/N panted, leaning on her staff slightly. “Qin, this is the Professor. Not food.”
Qin huffed as she sniffed the newcomer, him not seeming to mind the fact that such a large reptile was circling him and ready to snap her jaws around him with only a command. He continued to take notes even as she knocked his arm, begging for his full attention.
“Well, now that that’s over,” Sokka interrupted, his mood lower than it was earlier, “Should we find this library?”
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Langblr Secret Santa 2020
¡Hola! This is my @langblrsecretsanta for @athenastudying
Spanish is my native language and I don’t know anything about Korean, so, in order to not mess it up this whole gift is about Spanish.
Idioms
You said you like to learn about idioms so here is a list of the ones I hear the most here in Mexico.
Spanish ~ Literal translation ~ Meaning / Equivalent in English / Example of use
Hablando del rey de Roma ~ Speaking of the king of Rome ~ Speaking of the devil
Cada vez que viene el Papa ~ Every time the Pope comes ~ Once in a blue moon
Me habla cada vez que viene el Papa
Échale limón a la herida ~ Put lemon into the wound ~ To remind a painful/embarrasing situation
Person A: Ya van dos años seguidos que se te olvida mi cumpleaños.
Person B: ¡Ah! Échale limón a la herida, esta vez no se me va a olvidar.
[^ Yes, I’ve forgotten my best friend’s birthday twice in a row]
Me haces parir chayotes ~ You make me give birth to chayotes ~ You make me do impossible things
A: ¿Crees que me puedas conseguir todos estos materiales para mañana? Por favor.
B: No inventes, ya son las 8 de la noche, todo va a estar cerrado. Me haces parir chayotes, pero sí, te los consigo.
Cuesta un ojo de la cara ~ It costs an eye from the face ~ It costs an arm and a leg
Está lloviendo a mares / a cántaros ~ It’s raining [at the rate of] seas / [an specific kind of] vessels ~ It’s raining cats and dogs
Él/Ella es un taco de ojo ~ He/She is a taco of eye ~ He/She is an apple of eye
Me voy a echar un taco de ojo [Voy a ir a ver muchachos(as) guapos(as)]
Me vale tres pepinos / Me vale un cacahuate / Me vale un comino ~ It’s worth three cucumbers to me / It’s worth a peanut to me / It’s worth a cumin to me ~ I don’t care about it / I don’t give a damn
Duro el pozole ~ The pozole is hard [to bite] ~ To insist on something so much it becomes annoying
A: Todavía me debes 140,000 bayas en Animal Crossing.
B: ¡Ah! Duro el pozole, luego te las pago.
[^ Yes, my brother still ows me 140,000 bells]
Se me hizo agua la boca ~ My mouth turned into water ~ It looks/smells so delicious that I started to salivate [usually that doesn’t happen but like that feeling]
A: Mira lo que preparamos el otro día *muestra una foto*
B: ¡Ay! Nomás de verlo se me hizo agua la boca. ¿Y no me guardaste ni tantito?
Hay Cocas en el refri ~ There are Cockes in the fridge ~ There are children present
A: Para Navidad le compré a mi hijo un--
B: Cállate, ¿qué no ves que hay Cocas en el refri?
A: ¿¡Todavía no les dices!?
Buscarle tres pies al gato ~ To search three legs to the cat ~ To look for something that doesn’t exist
A: Yo creo que me está engañando con otra pero ya busqué en su celular, en su carro y hasta en su oficina y no encuentro nada.
B: Bueno, ¿y para qué le buscas tres pies al gato? Si te engañara ya hubieras encontrado algo.
Cruzarse los cables ~ To cross the cables ~ To get one's wires crossed
Se me cruzaron los cables y dejé en la escuela el cuaderno y me traje el libro.
Yo creo que se le cruzaron los cables porque me preguntó por algo que yo ni en cuenta.
Ni en cuenta ~ Nor in bill/account/count (?) ~ Nor in mind, To not be aware of something
Ahí voy a la corre y corre a hacer la tarea porque yo ni en cuenta de cuándo la dejó.
A la corre y corre ~ To the run and run ~ Quickly/Pressured
La maestra nos trae a la corre y corre con el montón de tareas.
Doing this I found there’s a whole wiki about this. Here’s the link.
Vocabulary
In Mexico, and many Latin American countries family is very important, specially around these times. I don't know about you but family vocabulary has always been kinda confusing to me, so here's a short list:
mamá - mom
papá - dad
madre - mother
father - padre
padres (both genders) - parents
hermano - brother
hermana - sister
hermanos (both genders) - siblings
tío - uncle
tía - aunt
primo/a - cousin
abuelo/a - grandfather/grandmother
abuelos (both genders) - grandparents
nieto - grandson
nieta - granddaughter
nietos (both genders) - grandchildren
sobrino - nephew
sobrina - niece
cuñado/a - brother/sister in law
nuera - daughter in law
yerno - son in law
padrastro - stepfather
madrastra - stepmother
padrastros (both genders) - stepparents
hermanastra - stepsister
hermanastro - stepbrother
esposo, marido - husband
esposa, mujer - wife
madrina - godmother
padrino - godfather
comadre - godmother (you're the mother of your daughter and you call her madrina your "comadre", also used to call gossiping women)
compadre - godfather (you're the father of your son and you call his padrino your "compadre", also used as you would use "dude", "mate", "pal", "buddy" among men)
Culture
I don't know if you're American or from other country, but these videos might be useful to know a bit more about mexican culture.
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And since it's Christmas time this might be useful too.
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Finally, I always recommend to watch this video, even if your a native Spanish speaker. Here's with subtitles in English.
Bueno, les deseo a ti y a tu familia una feliz Navidad y un próspero Año Nuevo. ¡Sigue aprendiendo!
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