#??? i mean this deals with a sad emmet so sure

[cosplayproblemsposts]

Dysfunctional as always

Summary: Your family was not the greatest by all means, but it doesn't mean there wasn't any form of warmth.

Warning: Angst, comfort, and words of encouragement.

Male characters x Male reader

A/N: Written by phone and not proofread.

"I don't remember you," the man who has embraced his son frowns while he pulls away. The two men stood in a parking lot of a recently closed fast food restaurant with the intention of reconciliation. Nothing came of this due to the much older man false promises and impulsive disappearances.

The Cullens filled the void of the lack of family, your father leaving you with an ill grandmother to care for. Running and cutting you loose for anything that did not include you. Now, here you are dealing with the loss of the only mortal figure who truly cared for you.

Crimson eyes watch the man grow confused with an uneven smile. "I'm your father. Of course you remember me," the man who claims to be your maker stood here before you for one thing inheritance. The leech himself knew his mother in law must have left something behind for her one and only surviving grandchild.

A level-headed vampire out stretched arm prevents his platinum haired coven mate from departing the slimy leech head from his shoulders. "Leave him. We can not reveal ourselves. " A low growl comes from an equally angry vampire.

"You weren't there," your voice low barely a whisper. Your so-called father's staggers back at the somewhat light impact of a shove, a shove you delivered with uncertainty. Uncertain if you could bring yourself to truly turn away from him, the man you known half of your life before he became unbearable.

"What? Of course I was there, " a habit you had developed due to his absence. A habit where you insert the man face, voice, body, and once adrimible smile.

Replacing certain people who were present, Carlisle and Esme were the people who would suffer the swap. Your grandmother was Carlisle patient, always coming and going.

Made sure to answer her calls and never complain. Carlisle took notice of the newfound shoes at the front door. "It seems you have a shadow," the ill womam points out as a little face peeks out from the safety of the stairwell.

Carlisle knew you knew there, your little heart giving you away and your breathing. You were twelve years old, always watching and always imagining your father stood in his place. Your father false figure stood instead of the kind gentle blonde who made sure to leave his wife's homemade meals in the kitchen for you and the sick woman.

"Does he have any distant relatives who could take care of him?". A trip to the hospital turns into a nightmare, a nightmare the woman tried to avoid. "No, they are either far too busy to juggle anymore kids, or they are located across the country." Carlisle nods, striken with sadness at the thought of the boy who stood outside of the room.

Far too scared of the pale doctor and how the said doctor might say or do something to ruin the child's illusion. A lie, a lie where his father is a doctor who studied medicine to aid his mother in law and possibly save her from her fate. "He has been passed from relatives to relative, but he always comes back to me."

Alice has already foresee this at the request of Carlisle. He has already made up his mind. It'll be hard to convince certain individuals, but he is not turning this child down because of his nature.

"No, I don't see why he can't live with his father or mother." Rosalie is about to regret mentioning the boys' parents."What do you mean?," Rosalie undead, heart breaks alongside the many others present. "I agreed to take care of him while his grandmother spends a few weeks in the hospital. Waiting for an answer. " "I didn't know, " Emmet leans into his once unmovable mate.

"It took me by surprise too, the boys mother scummb to birth complications." Esme set a hand upon Carlisles clothed chest "and the infant. " Carlisle shook his head. "She never made it to see her fifth birthday," Alice squeezes Jasper hand.

"All he has is his grandmother and the hope of a foster family or distant relative. I doubt they'll take him in. So I ask each of you to consider a new member. " It didn't take long for the Cullens to adjust to the small boy and his oddities.

"You weren't there when she was born," the overwhelming memories of the Cullens took over your sense. Slowly, stickers peel off, revealing the true people present in your major and minor memories. From the ice rink of your first game of the season to the last.

To the time you fell sick, to your first ever big win to the moment your grandmother passed a few weeks back. To the time you acknowledged Bella as a sister and how you brought Edward back to reality. How you drill both Bella and Edward when they become unbearable and how they don't think before they do.

The man lets out a grunt as a fist breaks his once correct nose. The man falls back as you begin pulling and shaking the man. A struggle of somesort breaks out in the parking lot concert grounds.

"You weren't when she died!" You let out a long, drawn-out groan as you laid a hard blow to the man's face. "Alright, stop it!" But you didn't want to stop. You wanted him to feel the pain you had endured from the funeral arrangements of your fallen grandmother to the funeral of your little sister.

"Where were you!?" You hadn't taken notice of the blood that painted your knuckles. You never took into account how you could have handled this situation. How the sudden phone call made you claw at the skin of your forearm until Bella enclosed you in a hug.

A cold, gloved hand held your wrist in a gentle grip. "That's enough, I believe he understands," Stefan blood eyes meets yours, unaware you began to shed tears. "You have done enough little one." Stefan effortlessly pulls you to your feet.

You didn't protest or deny his embrace. "I'm sorry." Stefan made a tsk sound. "Don't apologize. You have every right to act out, " Vladimir watches as he keeps the third party from escaping. Trapping him underneath the albino boot, "Stefan is right. He should be the one apologizing, not you. "

"Blood, my hands," you pull away from the ancient ruler. "We have self-control, don't we? Vladimir, " the blonde nods with a little smile. "Let him go. Where will he go? Who will he turn to?" Your words shook the two vampires, but they obliged.

"You are lucky you have an understanding, son," Once Vlaimir lifts his foot from the man, he scrambles away. "He may come back?" You said while watching your once present father run away. "A risk a fool like him will take." You shook your head at Vladimir, who can see beyond your vision of the dark.

The texture of a handkerchief took you by surprise, "Don't want the Cullens to believe we are bad a influence." Stefan wasn't the only one who began cleaning your hands.

Vladimir was soft and slow, just like his coven mate, who took your left hand while he coddled your right hand. Once white handkerchiefs grew, Crimson red. You didn't make it easy either you were fidgety and anxious.

The adrenaline washed away from your once flaming body. Warmth seeping away at the thought, your father may report you to the police. A cold kiss to your palm brought you back. "You must remain still," Vladimir spoke against the palm of your skin.

You cast your gaze down "sorry" another pair of cold lips meets your wrist. Stefan freezing lips peppers small, slow, comforting, pecks upon the veins of your wrist. The sound of blood flow and the touch of your warmth engraved a smile on Stefan face "you done well, can't imagine what you will be capable of once you turn."

Vladimir agrees with another lingering kiss to your palm, "Your speed and strength are hard not to imagine." The two vampires will never let you down, nor will they ever leave you despite the Cullens' threats.

[emmet-appreciation]

// oh, what’s this? A little joltik wishes to aid Volo in their endeavors! 

E: “It’s not remarkable at all. Just a normal little joltik. Bold nature. Normal coloring. Cute and fluffy, like all joltiks.”

E: “But all Emmets love joltiks. I don’t know if you do, but we can all use a friend. Even if it’s a tiny, 4-inch one!”

(@emmet-appreciation)

"Hi, I am Emmet. I'm not the Emmet you are looking for, I still have my Ingo. But you look troubled! That is not good.

Forgiveness is not easy. Don't expect it. That Emmet has the right to be mad.

But it's been a verrrry long time. And you are different now! Do not be scared to show that. This Emmet deserves an apology."

- Emmet

"He does deserve an apology for what I've put him through alone.. and the spiteful words I exchanged with ingo.."

@emmet-appreciation

[smallestapplin]

I never really got into the strategy in pokemon battles, so I get beat pretty easily in battles against others.

Until one of my friends called me bad and now its my priority to be the strongest only when I'm fighting them.

Imagine this with the subway bros, I guess it would be kind of a "no deal" for them of their s/o didn't take battles seriously- but the shock of seeing their s/o absolutely wreck one of their strong friends in battle just for haha funny?

Oh now this is great.

Asks are open!

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🔲Ingo🔲

- the twin who doesn’t really care that you aren’t all that into it.

- As long as you let him ramble about strategies, he is a verbal thinking and gets lightbulb ideas in the middle of rambling about his idea.

- Though battling with you is a new and good experience.

- Ingo is so use to it always being competitive. Even when he and Emmet were younger that’s how it always was.

- But battling just for fun? This is nice.

- “That was a fun match dear, I brought Pokémon food if you’d like to rest.”

- So seeing you battle one of your stronger more competitive friends was fun!

- “Haha dude you suck at these.”

- The battle wasn’t even over, you had three Pokémon left while they had four.

- I go doesn’t know what he saw at that moment but he now knows it was a smug fighting spirit.

- With three Pokémon left you wiped out their entire team.

- Four Pokémon quickly turned to zero.

- “Haha man that was fun! What happened there though?”

- You sounded so smug.

- Oh and your friend was not happy “I’m going home and thinking of a way to kick your ass next time.” They stuck their tongue out and left.

- “I wasn’t even trying but okay.”

- “YOU WERENT!?”

- “Oh shit forgot you were there babe.”

- He is shocked.

- Surprised.

- Dumbfounded.

- Impressed.

- “Can we battle like that one day?”

- “Sure I don’t mind.”

- He wants to have at least ONE honest battle with you now.

🔳Emmet🔳

- sad.

- Distraught.

- Hurt.

- Battling is one of his favorite things.

- Like obviously you two bond over other things which lead to you dating.

- BUT STILL!

- He noticed that when battling you AND your Pokémon just seem to be having fun.

- Not really taking it seriously.

- “Daaaarliiiing please! Just one battle!”

- “Em we already-“

- “I wanna see you go all oooouuuut.”

- He’s a baby don’t mind him.

- Emmet is very competitive himself, so when he sees you and your trainer friend battling he, even though he know you don’t care, becomes your cheerleader.

- “Wow man, can you be any worse at battles?”

- And that seemed to flip a switch.

- Your Pokémon on the field understood the new vibes.

- And quickly your last two Pokémon stood firm, taking out all five of your friends like it was no problem.

- Personal cheerleader emmet was moving his whole body and cheering so loud the entire time.

- “Aw come on man you could let me have this?” Your friend pouts before leaving shortly after.

- “Why don’t you battle me like that?” Oh dear emmet is putting on his pouty face.

- “I mean I wasn’t trying all the hard.”

- “…….okay so what are your thoughts on marriage?”

- “EMMET!”

[r0-boat]

Fams I’m literally having a yandere moment, sadness really said “hornbee for crazy men” and here we are

-

Imagine you’re the unova champion, but just you went from point A to point B I mean with the stress of dealing with team plasma you didn’t think you had time for anything else.

But during an interview you’re asked about the subway bosses and if you’ve beaten them, after showing confusion you’re showed pictures of them.

“They look nice, I like their aesthetics! Their Pokémon are super cute too, I’ll have to go to the station one day!”

Polite and sweet as a champion should.

But said twins were watching, we more or less just had the tv on for background noise, but now their interest is peeked! The super cute unbeatable unova champion? Complimenting them!? Truly a glorious day!

You ended up at their station faster than you thought you would, you would say you’re busy with business like brand deals and what not, but afterwards you just hang out with your elite four or alone in the champions room, so why not?

You were a force to be reckoned with, no one stood a chance, was expected but you’re missing the adrenaline that battling use to give you.

You quickly made it to the twins, who were surprised you didn’t have a partner, this was the double line so you should have one, but once they realized who it was they shut down their complaints.

“I am subway boss Ingo, the fellow over to the side is also a subway boss, Emmet.”

“I’m Emmet! I’m a subway boss,I hope you’re as strong as they say.”

You had to hold back a giggle at their poses, you loved it but it’s so dorky, tossing out their respective Pokémon as did you.

For once you felt the high once more of the adrenaline, they were amazing trainers! Working together they seemed like a deadly combo, it felt like hours and Pokémon dropping left and right before you had proven you were worthy of your title.

Before either brother could give their usual speech you quickly interrupted them with a giddy squeal.

“I’m sorry! Oh it’s been so long since I had a good battle like that, oh you two were amazing! Such skill and focus, and the way you both work in sync is incredible, oh forgive me I didn’t mean to cut you off, I got a little too excited.” You giggle to try and cover up how happy you truly were.

But the brothers were stunned, sure they have gotten praise and compliments, but the detail you gave and the fact that the champion of Unova is standing before them giddy and happy gushing about them.

Emmet looked at his brother and vice versa, the light warm feelings they had, the faint blush coating their cheeks, they nodded in a silent agreement, you’d be theirs one way or another, this had to be fate! Not only to be given such a show stopping battle but a strong partner!

Emmet grinned before clasping his hands together “thank you very much! We could say the same to you, usually we don’t allow people on the double trains without a partner but this time I’m glad we did, you and your Pokémon are so verrrry strong!”

Ingo nodded “Bravo!” His loud voice quickly echoed, he looked so excited “you are quite the opponent! Strong and fierce! We will have to battle again someday!”

Emmet quickly nodded like an excited puppy.

You pulled out a pen and paper before quickly scribbling down on it before  ripping it in twos and handing one piece to each brother.

“Ah…you’re giving us your number?”

“Of course! After a battle like that how could I not? Call me anytime you’d like, I’m always down for a good battle, and if you ever need anything let me know.” You smile was what they could only describe as heart melting, and with how emmet is leaning on the wall for support that wasn’t a stretch.

Ingo’s face morphed into a lovestruck one, so kind to two people you just met, you must be an angel, that’s the only explanation he could think of.

Emmet wasn’t fairing any better, his heart pounding against his rib cage, he has never felt so strongly before, surely you must be soulmates! Destined to meet! You must feel what they are feeling!

You waved off the brothers and once again thanking them for the battle and reminding them they can always call or text you.

“Of course! But are you sure you don’t need an escort back?” Ingo was so concerned, what if some crazy fan hurt you? That wouldn’t do.

“Oh y’all are so sweet, I’m fine but thank you though!”

That smile again, Ingo felt his knees weaken while Emmet let out a lovesick sigh, gazing at you with such love.

Once you were truly gone they had to sit down, Ingo took a seat on the blue chairs on the train while Emmet slid down the wall, dramatic as usual.

“They are so verrrrry lovely! The champion! In our subway!” Emmet squealed flapping his hands in excitement “do you think they’ll come back? Should we text them now? I wonder what they like for lunch, I’m sure we can meet up later in the day!”

Emmet kept rambling while ingo’s face kept burning red, lunch sounds nice but he wonders what you’d wear to it, maybe the same outfit they saw you in? Maybe a sundress? Oh that would be so pretty, a perfect aline on you and a mix of classy and cute, would you make your own food for a lunch picnic for them?

But they both had the same question.

Would you be their sweet little housewife? Or would you want them to be your sweet househusbands?

- noodle



They seem kind of normal at first however they would slowly but surely they would slowly descend into an obsession

[mass-piplup-outbreak]

So if Ingo's appearance is determined by his emotions, does that mean that after some time when he's accustomed to the future world and his memories start returning, his look changes for the better? Maybe coat becoming less rugged, some of his scars disappearing etc. That would be a very positive dynamic for him!

Also, is he completely free or bound to Emmet as he was bound to his grave before? Because workplace ghost incidents must be very funny lol (maybe Ingo haunts the station speaker? Or is doing something he was used to do in Wayward caves, as a force of habit? Too sad he had lost his flute, playing it in the dark tunnels would sure be haunting!)

And I imagine Emmet using airpods at work so it would not seem he's chatting with nothing lol

1. i've mentioned this before on here, so it's not really a spoiler to say it. as ingo remembers more, his appearance shifts towards how he looked before he ended up in hisui. the most major change is he loses the pearl clan uniform. his coat and hat are still very torn up though, mostly because i think it adds to his creepy ghost vibes. a lot of it is about mental image, or how he sees himself.

2. ingo is not bound to emmet, but he chooses to stay by his side. it's a mix of a half-remembered habit and ingo's fear of being alone again. as he gets more powerful and okay with leaving emmet's side, paranormal happenings around gear station increase. ingo would definitely break the speakers without realizing it, and emmet is pissed he's the one who has to deal with it.

3. i hadnt thought of airpods! that would actually be a great way for them to communicate! emmet would just have to be careful not to say ingo's name, but it's a very cool idea!

[royalty-subway]

Adding onto the giratina possession thing

That but

It's not all that bad for either party

Like

They just kinda vibe

Y/n provides giratina a way to see the living world

Giratina provides y/n protection

oh word-

That’s actually kinda wholesome. And I don’t know why. But I always found Giratina to be the kind of guy that’s chill. But everyone hates them for no reason. Someone could say “hi” to them and they’d smile for the rest of the day. That kind of person.

Sordward

… Eh. He still doesn’t trust Giratina. Dude is literally the Pokemon devil. But I mean, if this benefits both parties like you claim. Then I suppose he can’t stop you-

But like, he’s still a bit sus of Giratina. Even when Giratina confirmed to him that “yes, when he dies, he’s going to hell”. It's a bit sad to know that, but fair.

I mean… why would Giratina even bother to see human life? He gets that Giratina is trapped in the Distortion World… Okay never mind, even he can see where it would get boring-

I mean, he’s kinda awkward around Giratina. Especially if he looks like he's just talking to you, but it’s actually Giratina. But he tries his best to not be rude because he doesn’t want to be on Giratina’s shit list.

… I mean, maybe Giratina will question you about this man. Like, “why are you friends/partnered with a man with a peepee on his head-”. Like, this is just silly for them-

Shielbert

I… What? This Pokemon is literally Satan themselves. How… how can you be so calm about this? And how did you even get into this situation?

Okay never mind, Giratina is actually pretty nice. They just offered him a Snickers bar and then fell down the stairs because of “human legs”. But like, this is still a bit bizarre to see.

I mean, it’s very kind of you to help Giratina to see the living world. Even he wouldn’t have the guts to do that. And it’s nice that Giratina provides you protection as if you’re their kid.

He sort of tries to show kindness to Giratina. Mainly because he doesn’t wish to be on their bad side. But also because they’re actually vibing. Chill dude. I mean… he sort of feels sorry for this Pokemon, in a way.

Like, Giratina is pretty much trapped in the Distortion World. And they can only somewhat escape that world through you. He’s not sure how all this started, but eh. This exists now.

Emmet

oh word- (I mean, he kinda likes Giratina more than Arceus. Bitch sent his brother to Hisui, and he was mad. But like, Giratina is actually chill, barely evil at all.)

He’s kinda chill with this. I mean, he’d wonder how you even managed to talk to Giratina in the first place to make this “deal”. But eh, who cares? Let’s play Mario all together-

I feel like he and Giratina could be like best friends (or him and Arceus, whatever goes). Probably because they’re kinda alike in some ways; misunderstood by many, powerful, immortals, and vibing 24/7.

I mean, do you know that one Wreck-It Ralph scene where the dude says “thanks Satan”? That’s probably Emmet whenever he can actually say that-

But I mean, even if Giratina was feral instead of vibing (or going feral sometimes, like whenever they angy-). Emmet couldn’t care that much. They’re a silly Satan man.

Ingo

Hm. I mean, he probably tried to reason with you or he just thought you were bullshitting. Like, “are you serious?” or “are you sure this is a good idea?” kind of thing.

Like, he just didn’t think this is a good idea. And he assume Giratina wanted to destroy everything because it’s literally the devil- (or that’s at least the reputation they have-)

But it turns out you’re providing Giratina a way to see the world. While Giratina provides you protection. Which does sound nice and all, but like, sus devil Pokemon. Eh, he won’t stop you since maybe you do have a point of Giratina being nice.

… And they’re actually nice. Giratina probably helped him with a few things and they’re a delight to be around. I mean, Ingo might still be a bit awkward around Giratina, but like, he’s actually talking to Satan-

… Huh. Giratina is actually chill and a good friend. Thanks for allowing him to actually meet Giratina. He sort of feels shitty for thinking they’re bad, but at least now he’s seeing Giratina in a different light.

[ghostypetrainer]

So there a several posts about the different versions of Emmet and Ingo meeting in Pasio, but I had an idea for a different kind of meeting. Ingo has an encounter with the twin’s parents from a non-Zoroark AU where they’re still alive and visiting to watch their sons battle. I was thinking he walks into the same elevator they’re using, and it breaks down so he’s forced to have a conversation with them. They know he’s not their Ingo, but they still treat him kind of like he is. Ingo expects that to change after he let’s skip that he’s a Zoroark possessing a human body (he’s under a lot of stress, so he isn’t watching his words as much as he usually does).

To his surprise, they’re kind of shocked, but it doesn’t really affect their view of him much. Since they didn’t have to deal with Zorua growing pains, and the fact that this Ingo is still so much similar to their Ingo mean he’s still just another version of their son to them. I think it would hurt (at first, at least) from Ingo’s perspective. Here’s proof that the twin’s parents were capable of looking past what he was and showing him the same love they showed Emmet, but they never did. His counterpart’s parents are probably disgusted when they learn what his childhood was like.

Maybe it ends there. They realize how uncomfortable they must make him, and they part ways as soon as they’re able to to avoid upsetting him further. Or maybe they try to reach out to him (perhaps feeling some responsibility for their own counterparts’ behavior) to show him more of the affection that he’d never gotten from his human parents as a child.

anon this is so sweet... but you're also right that Ingo wouldn't know how to feel about a version of Emmet's parents that are so accepting of him- like, the whole thing is that he has so much distance from them, he doesn't even consider them his parents which is... not incorrect, but still! It stings to learn that it would be possible for them to feel the same affection they felt for Emmet, but that they didn't even try.

But at the same time... there's probably a part of him that craves that parental affection. It's something he's never had! Sure, there was Uncle Drayden later on, but an uncle is a bit different from a parent, and he didn't fully start to trust him until his preteen years. It also makes it something he's not sure how to deal with! And honestly, the sad thing is that he probably feels like he doesn't deserve it!

I don't think he'd actively seek them out. It's a lot, and they respect his boundaries. But if they happen to cross paths... they're not against stopping to chat.

[kharmii]

Thank you for keeping anon !!!

I'm not much for incest but i got to admit this is the first time i get compelled to some of the fanart, there are some very talented people. And i just, this PLA scenery has left me broken and sad, i would love to see Game Freak address Ingo's case and give us some kind of resolution because this is really killing me.

Some of the stuff in the tag is just ... Not down my alley, but tere are some very soft tender ones i just melt completely. I do have to ask, maybe it's because i only look in pixiv, but why is Emmet almost 100% the one iniciating the intimacy?

I already consumed the b/w games, their sequels, the wikis, pokemon masters and everything from PLA and I believe i got a good wrasp on their characters, i believe both to be very honest and a deep trust between them, and also like... It's fiction, they could be together with no further taboo?

I believe what I'm trying to ask, is do you know any artist or fanarts of a more leveled Ingo/Emmet relationship? I love how confident Ingo is while battling or interacting in PokeMas but it needs to be seen more in their relationship.

I've seen some good takes on his when he is intimate with Tsubaki/Melli but i feel a tad uncomfortable when Emmet... Kind of forces his feelings on him.

I believe my fav and who got me hooked was an artist called Naruko? The softness on the illustrations is just ♥️♥️♥️♥️ wish i could understand japanese.

I don't know, i guess i just want them to be loved and not a broken family, by any means

No problem. I definitely would rather get anon asks from people more comfortable posting anon....than no asks at all. I think I get where you are going with this. You want to see them being cute together without relationship dysfunction? Maybe you want to see them expressing intimacy like two brothers with a strong twin connection, but not going so far as committing actual incest? Maybe there's a limit to how far they can go before they'd start making you uncomfortable, but maybe you could go as far as seeing them do things with each other that would go beyond what most outsiders would consider appropriate. Most brothers wouldn't touch each other a lot, do face kisses or squeeze together close while napping...but maybe those two do.

-Not sure what the deal with Yandere Emmet is. Before PLA, was he still being written in fan fic as having such profound anxiety that he was still trying to force Ingo into isolation? -And to the point he was willing to sever limbs? That might make for an interesting dark!fic (not up my alley, but interesting nonetheless) because I'd imagine a trigger -a feeling of impending peril- more intense than simple stalkerish feelings, especially if they were already so closely bonded they were living together and attached to the hip.

I like the soft blankshipping art too, like I saved a bunch of 'wedding' themed art that was on the tag from back in 2013 when there seemed to be a spike in popularity. Did it sort of fizzle out after that, then become renewed when the Subway Bosses were put into Pokemon Masters EX in 2019? I'm not sure because I just fell for them hard after Ingo was yote into Hisui. Before that, I was interested but not so much where I was actively looking at art. Anyway, I'm going to post some random images that might be relevant to this post....or maybe they go too far, I'm not 100% sure.

Art credit to:  針@zhenzhen_hari 망개떡@manggaetteog_

葬鸽不歌@lws4cydxt 龍@wtr_drgn1016 ゆの子𓆏ヒスイ徘徊中@youknew921

[lostonehero]

Hey anon I really love the Ethan stuff do you mind if I make that cannon

Also I did this

Warnings blood guts vomit and body horror and Cyrus having a breakdown

Cynthia was a wreck with worry and stress. She splashed cold water on her face but it didn't help the now growing fever she had. She needed to find Cyrus to make sure he was ok. She knew he had self harm habits in the past. She hoped that this trip with Emmet wasn't one of those. He didn't bring his phone which was the biggest red flag, and Volo wasn't helping, Roark went to visit Emmet's forest with a weak excuse at best. She just felt like her world was coming apart. She didn't want to lose her brother.

      "Cynthia, you'll be my second." She frowns and the weird guy in her reflection added to her worry, it was probably a side effect of the combination of fever and stress. She paid it no mind, wiping herself off and headed back to work. She knew she looked pale and feverish, but that wasn't an excuse for everyone to look at her with pity, she just needed to know her brother was ok then she would go home to recover.

      The people in the international police kept staring at Cyrus as he entered. He knew was gone for over a month, he also didn't contact anyone else, maybe he deserved the stares. He approached Looker's office and knocked quietly and was let in with a soft come in. "I apologize for my absence, I was researching Emmet."

     Looker glanced at Cyrus, he did look healthier then when he left, so maybe he needed to reconnect with nature. He sighs looking up at Cyrus from his desk. "I have a simple task for you."

     Cyrus nods and readies for anything Looker could ask from him. "Of course sir."

     "You live with your sister, correct." He pauses watching Cyrus nod. "I need you to take her home, she looks extremely feverish, and refuses to go home. Just bring her home and look after her."

     Cyrus frowns. "I didn't mean to worry her, but I'll do it." He nods and leaves the office looking for his sister. He spots her slumped over her desk half asleep. "Cynthia?"

     Cynthia turns her head but doesn't lift it until she sees Cyrus. "Cyrus, where the hell have you been, are you ok? You forgot your phone and inhaler." He gets up on unsteady feet; her long black coat has long been discarded to the back of her chair.

      Cyrus frowns, Cynthia had always been taller than him, which wasn't an issue, but she looked like she was going to collapse on top of him. "I, well I was researching Emmet, it just went on longer than I thought it would. I apologize for worrying you."

     Cynthia used her desk to keep herself steady. "Next time bring your phone Cyrus, I'm assuming Looker told you to take me home." She sighs struggling to keep her eyes open. "I was really worried about you Cyrus, I even went to granddad to see if you went there." 

     Cyrus frowns and looks away. "I didn't mean to worry you, I'm sorry Cynthia." He takes her hand. "Come on, you look ready to collapse, don't make me release your pokemon."

      Cynthia hums not really listening anymore. "You used to call me Thia, why did you stop? When did you get so sad?" Cynthia is mumbling leaning on Cyrus who has her coat and pokemon in his other hand. "I missed you." Her words were slurring together.

    Cyrus grimaced, feeling the heat coming off Cynthia in waves. She was really feverish and he needed to get her something cold. "I stopped because I wasn't a kid anymore Cynthia. You have a high fever don't you?"

     "Mmmaybe." She hums stumbling forward with Cyrus keeping her balanced. "Mmmh I really missed you. You're my only brother." She was leaning heavily on Cyrus. 

    Cyrus frowns he has never really seen his sister truly sick like this. He really wasn't equipped to deal with this emotional stuff. "Let's just go home, I'll run you an ice bath."  He had a sinking feeling this wasn't going to end well. 

…….

      Cyrus finally got Cynthia home, he wasn't really equipped to take care of someone else. He was always sick one growing up, and had to be taken care of. He was running a cold bath when he heard a thud coming from outside. He rushed to find the source, finding Cynthia on the floor in a state of undress, her skin was red in patches and bleeding in other parts. "Cynthia?" Getting only a groan in response Cyrus with his newfound strength picked up his sister and placed her in the bath. She was even warmer than before. 

    She didn't even register being moved, she was too hot and her body felt as if it was being ripped apart. Once she was in the water she relaxed enough that the pain had time to sink deep into her bones. She grits her teeth hard enough that they begin to crack.

    The cracking noise startles Cyrus, he doesn't know where it's coming from, and the water is turning red. He was panicking, he didn't know what was wrong, did Cynthia get a rare disease from searching for him. Was this his fault? He was wringing his hands trying not to have a breakdown, his sister needed him. "Cynthia you have to be ok, you promised me you wouldn't leave when I got back." 

     The water was turning a darker red, and it only made Cyrus panic show on his face. He needed to get her out of the water, and he needed to get her out of the rest of her clothes. He wasn't equipped for this, he couldn't do this, he had to do this. "Ok ok ok let me get towels Thia I'll be back." He really was panicking. He hasn't used that nickname for her in years.

    He took the door off the hinges to the closet that had all the towels in it. He didn't have good control over his new strength in general; it was worse when panicked. He would mentally note that but his mind wasn't in the right headspace. He dragged Cynthia out of the bath and onto a pile of clean towels that were quickly stained red. Flesh came off and stuck to Cyrus's hands, and a bubbling panic scream was building in the back of his throat. 

    He undressed Cynthia to the best of his ability, and more and more skin was coming off with every light touch. Blood was now soaking into the tiles below them. "Humans don't have this much blood to spare Thia, you have to stop please." He was shaking, discarding the ruined clothes to the corner when they fell with a wet smack. He could feel tears drip down his cheeks. "I'm sorry for leaving, I'm sorry for team galactic, I'm sorry for everything. You have to get better." He was crying and shaking as he sat next to his sister. 

    He pulled himself together enough an hour later, everything was covered in blood. The towels were ruined, the air had a thick scent of blood and flesh in the air. Cynthia looked even worse, her breath was labored, her hair was caked in blood and bits of flesh, and her skin was practically melting off her body. Cyrus swallowed the growing bile in the back of his throat. "I need to get you somewhere soft and clean to let you rest. That's right, all you need is rest. I'll clean up don't worry Thia I'll make sure everything is ok." He was in a growing pit of denial that anything was wrong as he picked up his sister hearing the dripping blood come off of her as he carried her to her bed. "I'll be back as soon as I'm done cleaning Thia ok."

     Cyrus spent the next 6 hours in a fugue state cleaning every drop of blood and bit of flesh he could find until the bathroom, and the trail of blood looked like it was brand new. Several black garbage bags were filled to the brim with hazardous material. He collapsed to the floor, his contacts were in their case thrown to a corner of his room along with his binder he couldn't have them on anymore, too constricting. He had to check on Cynthia, it was terrifying he couldn't stand the idea of finding her corpse.

     He swallowed his fear and with shaking legs he cautiously opened Cynthia's door to her room. The smell of blood hit him full force, her mattress was completely ruined with all her bedding. He could see her chest rise up and down which was a hopeful sign. She looked horrible, but she was alive thankfully, or not Cyrus refused to accept anything but that possibility. "Hey Thia I'm going to take your pokemon and feed them, don't worry I'll be good. I know I look different but I'm ok. A lot of stuff happened." He frowns. He sounded like a child, but he couldn't pull himself out of this mindset.

     "I'll make dinner after ok, I'll wrap yours until you're ready to eat ok." He closes the door softly shaking, but moves forward to feed all of their pokemon. They were confused to see him, but they didn't comment on his appearance, his own pokemon were telling them what happened. They all looked at him and could tell he was on the verge of another breakdown. Cynthia Garchomp approached Cyrus. His name was snaggle tooth, tooth for short. 

    "Are you ok?" Tooth asked crouching down to be closer in height. 

    The dam broke and Cyrus started to ball his eyes out. "Thia is hurt and I can't help her." He barely gets out clinging to the rough skin pokemon. "I can't help her."

    Tooth just gently pats Cyrus's head. "Mistress Cynthia will make it through this she always has." He didn't sound confident, but it was enough to get Cyrus to relax enough that his own pokemon could comfort him. 

………..

   

     Emmet was banging on Cyrus's door, it's been a week and he has missed their agreed upon training date. Volo was busy babysitting himself, and he heard from Looker Cynthia was sick so Cyrus was taking care of her. He would have liked a text or something Cyrus had Volo's number. He entered the unlocked home and the smell of blood immediately entered his nostrils. His hair stood on end as he readied himself to see the worst. 

     The house was incredibly clean, and nothing seemed out of place except for Cyrus who had bloodstained on his clothes and a lot of bloodied towels. He was mumbling to himself and didn't notice Emmet.

      "Cyrus, you missed our training day. Why are you covered in blood?" Emmet has the same smile on his face watching Cyrus jump, finally noticing Emmet.

      "M-my apologizes to you,Emmet, my sister is sick and I am doing my best to help her." Cyrus stammers out he looked awful, sleep deprived, and shaking. "I was just helping clean her off."

     Emmet hums it was fresh blood so she was alive, and Cyrus looked like a zombie so he probably didn't do anything drastic, except to himself. "Have you eaten?"

     "Yes comet makes sure I do, and I've made a second meal for Thia when she is ready to eat." Cyrus mumbles putting the towels into the wash wringing his hands. 

    Emmet actually frowns; he smelled the same change in the air Cyrus had but it was filled with a bitter iron smell that made him sick. "Let me take over, you need rest."

    "NO." Cyrus shouts, shaking a dark aura surrounds him as if he was about to attack. "Thia is my sister I have to take care of her, I promised." He was unstable mentally at best right now his pokemon were the ones forcing him to take care of himself. 

     Emmet sighs looking around at the perfectly clean house and to the Wevile who was looking up at him. "I will make sure nobody bothers you guys." He says quietly leaving the home and closing the door behind him. Forcing Cyrus to do anything in this state would make things even worse, he knew that he was like him when Ingo first vanished. Nothing good would come from forcing his hand.

………

     Cynthia woke up with a killer headache and matching body aches. She was in her room, she remembered Cyrus took her home. She had a fever but it broke because her bed was soaked. Panic soon set in as she sat up, she was naked and the wetness wasn't sweat but blood the smell of blood and bleach filled her, and she emptied the contents of her stomach to the floor it was a matching red, and she could see bits of flesh and maybe organs in the vomit.

    She was trying to figure out what happened, did Cyrus do something? No, she quickly ruled that out looking to her bedside table where water was waiting and several handwritten notes were stacked next to it. She couldn't help but grimace Cyrus only wrote her stuff like this when he truly was in a spiral. She got up and fell back onto her bed like there was weight on her back. She swallowed a scream seeing Giratina wings and tail attached to herself. She was shaking trying to figure out what was wrong and if she was seeing things.

     She took a breath, drank the water, and touched her wings and she jumped feeling it. It felt foreign but familiar at the same time. She got up again adjusting herself to the new center of gravity she had. She tried to comb her hands through her hair but stopped when she felt horns. She took another deep breath and decided not to touch on that. She got a clean blanket from her closet, wrapped it the best she could around herself and left her room.

     Cyrus stood still like a deerling in headlights. "Thia y-you're awake."

    Cynthia grimaced again, Cyrus only called her that when he was sick or when he was entirely too stressed. When was the last time he slept he looked awful. "Cyrus…." Her voice was scratchy from disuse. "Cyrus please don't freak out."

     Cyrus ran up to hug her causing her new wings to fully stretch out causing two holes in the drywall. "You're ok Thia you're ok." He was crying, his contacts were irritating him because of the crying, but his sister was ok so it didn't matter.

    Cynthia was stunned, Cyrus hated physical affection, and she just caused major damage to the drywall by accident. "Cyrus I'm ok I promise, come on let go Cy." She rubs Cyrus's head messing with his hair then she feels the bumps of horns that are regrowing. She frowns. "Cyrus, do you know what happened to me?"

    Cyrus clung to Cynthia and mumbled into her shoulder. "It's Giratina fault not mine I promise, I promise I've been good, Thia." 

    She sighs knowing she wasn't going to get answers with her brother in this mental state. "Alright Cy you're going to bed, and I'm going to shower." She drags her younger brother to his bed and tucks him in. "We will talk when you're awake ok."

     Cyrus could barely keep his eyes open when the covers were puked over him. "Made you food Thia, and I took care of your pokemon. I've been good " He yawns and immediately falls asleep.

     Took care of her pokemon, how long was she asleep? She didn't know she just made her way to the bathroom which was way too clean, was Cyrus stress cleaning? She answered her own question seeing everything so clean she can see her reflection in almost every surface. She sighs and gets into the shower finally feeling better after scrubbing the last of the blood off of her. 

    She sighs and finally looks over herself after she dries herself off with a pink towel. Her new eyes kind of creeped her out. She categorizes her new body parts, wings, horns, a tail, and armor, and different color skin patches that match Giratina. She sighs, was that why Cyrus disappeared before he felt a change coming? Was that mystery man She kept seeing in the mirror Giratina? It probably was and she groaned heading to her room and trying to find clothes she can put on.

   She manages to modify an old sweatshirt and sweatpants she has to fit, and sits on the couch with one of the many meals Cyrus had made for her stacked in the fridge. Looking at her phone it was a little over three weeks she's been going through this. She made the calls she had to inform everyone she was ok and it was just a bad cold.

    What else could she say, she couldn't tell them the truth they would think Cyrus did this to her. She sighs, deciding that she should probably call Volo to talk to Emmet about this. 

     The phone rang for a moment before Volo clumsily answered it. "This is the great Volo, what can I do for you er Cynthia right or is this Cyrus using your phone?"

    Cynthia sighs. "This is Cynthia, Volo put Emmet on the phone." She waited for a moment hearing the phone fumble for a second then a familiar hello filled her ears.

    "Cynthia, I'm glad to hear you are awake " Emmet says quietly. "I'm assuming you have questions about your transformation. Your brother went through the same thing. It was terrifying."

  Cynthia pauses, that explains why Cyrus was so freaked out, and probably why it took so long for Cyrus to return home. "Tell me everything."

[mytrashcanlife]

Ashes to Ashes Jasper X Reader Part 3

After a few weeks the two new siblings had settled into the house. Alice was quickly becoming one of your best friends. She took you shopping, constantly, and insisted that even though you no longer had a date you were still going to prom and you were going to be the most sparkly thing there. Jasper on the other hand was never around, at least as far as you could tell. Every time you walked into a room he walked out of it. He didn’t look at you often and you returned the gesture because on the rare occasion you did lock eyes with him he looked like he wanted you six feet under. Alice insists that isn’t true and everyone else says he doesn’t hate you, but he hasn’t shown it at all. Little do you know that when you dance in the living room after convincing Edward to play the entertainer for the one-thousandth time, that he is just on the other side of the pillar in the house. Out of sight but soaking up every ounce of pure joy you give off. Having only felt constant negativity for a long time, your consistent positive emotions were a welcome change, but when you looked at him they turned to discomfort and fear, so he stayed out of your way. There was only one time he really felt you full of fear and concern when he wasn’t around, and it wasn’t a pretty sight.

Rosalie and Emmet had gone hunting and Rosalie had gotten much messier than usual due to Emmet’s hijinks. She thought she was sneaking into the house while you were away, but you saw her come in and go up the stairs. When she reaches the top of the stairs her eyes meet yours in horror.

“Oh my God Rosalie are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Emmet shot a deer and thought it would be funny to throw me at it. You know Emmet. Ha-ha.”

“Rose that doesn’t explain most of this blood are you hurt?”

“I’m fine. Don’t worry about me. Tis but a flesh wound. I’m going to shower. I’ll be fine. Don’t worry”

You let her go, but not the incident. You bring it up to Emmet and Carlisle and nobody’s stories or explanations were adding up. Carlisle was definitely hiding something from you, and you were at your ropes end. You decided to confront Carlisle about all these issues, and it doesn’t go well. Jasper hears you yelling and goes to investigate. Still out of sight.

“Carlisle I am not some stupid little girl anymore. What aren’t you telling me?”

“(y/n) please just leave it alone. You’ll understand when you’re older.”

“When I’m older? Carlisle I’m an adult. I’ve graduated. Soon I’m going to have to go Out into the world by myself. How much older do I need to be?!”

“Much older!”

“Fine if you won’t tell me I’ll just ask aunt Jane.”

“NO. (y/n) please for your own good just drop it.”

“Carlisle Elizabeth Cullen”

“That’s not my middle name”

“It is now. You have dodged every question I have asked you for years. I didn’t press the issue because I assumed you would tell me when I was an adult, but now I’m eighteen, my boyfriend just dumped me because he found out you were my family, though you all despised him before that. And now I have two new family members that I know nothing about, who look nothing like any of you, one of which looks at me like he wants me dead for absolutely no reason, and I just found my sister trying to sneak upstairs, covered in blood that is most definitely not her own. I want answers Carlisle and I will get them if you won’t tell me I will find someone who will, AM I CLEAR?”

Jasper was still hidden out of sight. Carlisle knew he was there but (y/n) was oblivious. He expected emotions to be rolling off of her, Sadness and Fear among them, but despite the tone of voice she held she was completely calm, no rage just minor annoyance.

“(y/n) everything I have done I did for your safety. Now drop it.”

“Unbelievable.” After a brief pause you decide it’s no use fighting with him. “Emmet!”

Emmet appeared in the doorway. (y/n) knew he was there but she never took her eyes off of Carlisle’s. “What’s up (y/n)?”

“I’ll meet you, downstairs in five. We’re going climbing. You down?”

“Always.”

“Good.” You turned around and ran out of the kitchen and upstairs to your room to get ready.

The next few weeks were more difficult for Carlisle than he expected. Jasper as well. Your normal Happy demeanor had been replaced with complete indifference. You were on a strict schedule and you stuck to it. Never speaking to Carlisle, and never even glancing in Jasper’s direction. You were waiting. The other side of the family would be visiting soon, and you were going to get your answers one way or the other. Soon enough you were out in the field with your usual trinkets waiting for them.

“(y/n) child! It’s so good to see you again.”

“You too uncle Aro.” You smile weakly and give your usual hug. When you pull back Aro has noticed your change in demeanor. He knows but he asks anyway.

“What’s wrong?”

“Where do I even begin? Carlisle is keeping secrets from me and I’m worried. I’ve never given him reason not to trust me but so much has happened that doesn’t add up. He’s dodging my questions and insists for my own safety that I ‘drop it’ and just pretend nothing is wrong.”

“How about you go with Aunt Jane and I’ll talk to Carlisle?”

“If you can get him to stop being so weird by all means.”

You and Jane go back to the house up to your room and you tell Carlisle that Aro is waiting for him in the field and wants to talk.

“Aunt Jane I’m worried.”

“About what dear?”

“You have to promise not to freak out okay?”

“Of course.”

“well, I saw Rosalie a few weeks ago, sneaking upstairs covered in blood. She insists nothing is wrong, but it wasn’t her own. I mean I expect that kind of behavior from Emmet, but Rosalie isn’t one to get dirty you know?”

“That is strange. Anything else bothering you?”

“Yeah we have two new kids Carlisle just adopted and Alice is super sweet, she helps me cook, helps with my homework. She even helped me pick out a prom dress, But Jasper…He gives me the creeps. I swear he looks at me like he wants me dead.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know! I haven’t said two words to the guy, but the others insist he doesn’t hate me.”

“Well I’m sure once Aro talks to Carlisle, you’ll get some answers.”

“Thanks Jane. Hey, can I braid your hair?”

“Of course.” While you are happily braiding intricate patterns into Jane’s hair, the situation is much more tense out on the field. Carlisle already knows what’s coming but he’s not happy about it.

“Aro.”

“Carlisle. My niece is unhappy. She seems to think you’re hiding something from her”

“She’s not your niece. I still don’t know how she came up with that idea. You know what I’m hiding, and you know I can’t tell her.”

“I told you that this charade couldn’t last for forever. You will tell her.”

“Aro it’s your rule that we don’t tell humans about us.”

“I know. You will tell her, and she will turn.”

“She will not.”

“She will. I don’t care who does it or when, but she will turn, and if what I’m hearing about your new members is true I’d be willing to bet who does it.”

“Jasper has his issues but he’s doing much better. He won’t hurt her.”

“I Know. I know that he doesn’t want to hurt her.”

“He isn’t going to.”

“He’s an empath Carlisle haven’t you noticed anything different about (y/n)? or him?”

“He’s not controlling her emotions.”

“I know he’s not if he was she wouldn’t be so scared of him. But she is a constant beacon of joy. She makes Jane of all people smile. After the hell that kid has been through I’m sure he’s enjoying every second of relief her emotions can give him. I’m sure when her dog left her she was pretty upset too.”

“The entire relationship lasted a few weeks.”

“Carlisle you don’t think we keep tabs on that girl? She’s the only person to ever make every member of this family smile on a regular basis, and if anyone or anything threatens her we will take every pleasure in destroying that threat.”

“You’re attached to her? You wanted me to leave her for dead!”

“That was a long time ago Carlisle things have changed. Let me make myself very clear. One of you is going to turn her by the time she’s nineteen or I will do it myself.”

“You speak of threats to her happiness and then threaten it yourself. She would never want to be one of us. She would be miserable.”

���I don’t think so. And you may want to keep your voice down Jane is returning with her now.”

Carlisle turns to see her and Jane walking towards the field. Jane as usual with complicated braids throughout her hair. (y/n)’s smile drops as she walks closer to Carlisle refusing to meet his gaze.

“(y/n)! I trust you had fun with Jane?”

“As always.”

“Did you get our gift?”

“Yes. Thank you so much. It’s beautiful. I have it in my jewelry box at home.”

“Good.” Aro turns back to Carlisle “I trust we’ve come to an understanding. I’ll see you next year.”

“Bye.”

The two of them left and Carlisle walked back to the house with (y/n).

“Are you going to talk to me (y/n)?”

“Are you going to stop being so unnecessarily vague and stop dodging my questions?”

“There are things I can’t tell you”

“then no”

After a few more minutes of silence she spoke once more in exasperation.

“Can you at least tell me why Jasper hates me?”

“He doesn’t hate you.”

“Then why does he avoid me at all costs. Or stare at me like he wants me dead?”

“Ask him.”

“fine I will”

They walk the rest of the way back in silence. Once they were home she immediately ran up the stairs to her room and shut the door. Everything was too much of a headache right now. She just decided to go to sleep for now and deal with everything else in the morning. Meanwhile Carlisle decides it’s best to keep his conversation with Aro a secret from the rest of the family. He’d figure it out later.

[the-sheep-whisperer368]

It hurts that I used to be able to talk to my mom and trust her to accept what I said and now I can't anymore...

Sometime before junior year(a little over 2 years ago) I came out as Bigender to my mom. I found a shirt I liked that would make me feel more masculine and said "I would like to get this shirt, it would make me feel a bit more masculine" to which she responded with quite a bit of venom and disgust "why would you want to feel more masculine?" So I told her I was bigender, she asked what that was and I explained. Immediately after she pulled the shirt from my hands, said "I don't think you know what you feel!" And walked away. I didn't bring anything else up about it and for the next while being around her was awkward. And quiet...

Then late junior year I came out to her(again) as a trans man. We cried. She told me she's afraid for me because she's afraid I'll end up commiting suicide like our late cousin Kelly who was gay.

I've begun documenting everything transphobic she's said to me All this is AFTER I came out as a transman to my mom:

July2016- I got yelled at because I had men's deoderant that I bought with my own money

August 2016- I was made to buy feminine clothes and spoken to with a hostile tone being told I "will be wearing something girly" for senior pictures when I continually said no to anything super feminine

August 2016- We went to lunch with our friend Cathleen and her kids, the older daughter showed her the flier for a house she wanted to buy and Cathleen looked at the realtor and said "ooh she looks like a transgender" and I guess I made a face but I'm pretty sure I didn't. When we got home my mom snapped at me for being offended by the wording and tone she said it in and told me I need to "not be so easily offended" because Cathleen has gay friends. What she doesn't realize is gay people can be homophobic and transphobic and there are plenty of people who are okay with gay people but not trans people. So essentially I shouldn't be offended by offensive things

October 2016- had talk on way to school, mom said some transphobic things, I cried and was made to talk to a counselor at school, I had a talk with my mom after school, she said "sorry, I didn't mean for it to come out like that"

February 10, 2017- after saying I wanted to keep coming to talk to you I was asked "is it because she called you Emmet?" In a disgusted tone

February 12, 2017- I wanted an undercut, she said "we'll see", cut my hair on the sides to probably about 1/2" and said she wouldn't cut it any shorter, if she wouldn't kill me for it I'd cut it myself because what I have now is too feminine and makes me uncomfortable

May 16, 2017- I told my mom about proud prom she said I could go when I sent her the general outfit I want to wear to proud prom she said "I'm honestly not sure I want you to go, sorry but I don't think I'm ready for this..." When I asked what she wasn't ready for she said "for [me] to go as a boy, I feel like I've been manipulated, we'll talk about it after school" she should have known I would want to go to an LGBT+ PROM as my true self and not this feminine facade. She always wants me to do what make some happy and stop doing things to please others but I'm still made to please her. This isn't manipulation it's trying to be happy. Why can't I be myself in a safe space?

April 2017- she straight up told me she will NEVER call me Emmet that, she will continue to dead name me

September 2, 2017(my birthday)- got mad that I had men's deoderant again. She asked where it came from and I said "my dad's house"(I have to buy my own stuff there) and she said "well it's not yours" after i clearly said I bought it with my own money. Even my transphobic/homophobic sister told her it was normal for girls to use men's deoderant

I makes me sad to think I might have to cut her out of my life, because I'm not going to put up with her deadnaming and misgendering me. Oh how I hope my little brother is straight and cis so he doesn't have to deal with this.

[mytrashcanlife]

Ashes to Ashes Jasper X Reader Part 4

After that conversation you avoided everyone for a while. This wasn’t like you but the Cullens knew you just needed some space. Maybe some normal friends. Which you got in a sense. You met these two girls in your history class Priscilla and Penelope (bonus points if you know the inspiration for these two). They were not in your normal social group, but you decided that if Carlisle was going to treat you like a rebellious child you were going to ask like one. A few days later you got your chance.

You were deciding what to wear a for party the girls had invited you to that night. It was at some kid’s house. You didn’t really know him, but it didn’t really matter. You wanted to dance with your friends and look good. You decide on a red knee-length dress with silver accents. You do your hair and makeup the way Alice and Rosalie taught you to catch a man and decided on a pair of silver stud earrings and the necklace Jane had given her a few weeks ago. It was pretty. I silver chain with a clear round pendant holding some sort of liquid. You paired it with some red heels and headed downstairs to meet her friends, but Edward stopped you.

“Where are you going this late?”

“Edward it’s eight at night calm down. And my new friends invited me to a party tonight so I’m going.”

“Did you tell Carlisle?”

“One: no, I did not we are still not on speaking terms, and two even if we were I am an adult I don’t have to ask his permission to do anything. Now get out of my way, I’m supposed to meet the girls down the street for a ride.”

“Just be careful okay? Come back in one piece.”

“I’ll try my best”

You walk down the street and get in the car with Priscilla and Penelope.

“Hey girls. You both look amazing.”

“You too red is definitely your color”

“Yeah and I love that necklace. Where’d you get it?”

“It was gift from my aunt. The one who lives in Italy.”

“That is so cool.”

After a few minutes of driving you notice the road beginning to look more familiar than the rest of the drive. You realize where the girls are heading and ask to make sure.

“Hey Penelope, where is this party again?”

“It’s in the woods on the reservation.” You start to panic internally. You could not go back there.

“Ummm. Hey, I don’t really feel comfortable in that part of forest. I have an ex there and his family kind of hates my family for some reason, it’s a long story.”

“Well we’re going.”

“I’d rather not. Could you just turn around and take me back home?”

“No way. I am not backtracking just cause you don’t want to face your ex.”

You see a gas station up ahead and recognize the area. You aren’t on their land yet.

“Fine just pull over at the gas station and let me out. I’m not going.”

“Fine. You are such a buzz kill. No way are we inviting you out again.”

They pull the car over and you get out. You go inside the gas station and take your phone out of your purse. You can’t call Edward he’ll just tell Carlisle, same issue with Esme and Rosalie. Emmet would just tell Rosalie and now you’re back to square one. Alice is out of town. That leaves you with one option: Jasper. You decide to take your chances and hit call.

“hello?”

“Jasper thank god”

“(y/n)?”

“Yes, look I messed up. It’s a long story and I know that we aren’t on the best of terms, but I need help and you can’t tell anybody. I’m at the gas station on third and McLane, just please come pick me up.”

You hear complete silence for a few moments.

“Hello?”

“I’m on my way.”

Within a few minutes Jasper was there. You jumped in the car, tears already streaming down your cheeks. He feels the sadness coming from you in waves. You tell him to drive and he does.

“I’m sorry. I messed up and I didn’t know who else to call. After this whole fiasco with Carlisle, I couldn’t call him, and the others would just tell him, and I can’t face him right now.”

“What happened?”

“You remember my new ‘friends’?”

“yeah”

“well they invited me to a party tonight.”

“explains the dress”

“right. Well I didn’t ask where the party was. They said some kid was throwing it and I assumed it would be at his house, but it turns out it’s in the woods on the reservation.”

“You Were going to the Reservation!”

“NO! as soon as figured out where it was I told the girls I didn’t wanna go, but they wouldn’t turn around, so I told them to drop me off at the gas station and then I called you. I’m surprised you even picked up the phone.”

“Of course, I did. What did you think I was going to do ignore you? Leave you stranded out here?”

“I thought you’d tell Carlisle, so you didn’t have to deal with me.”

“Why would I do that?”

“Because you hate me.” You lurch forward as Jasper slams the breaks.

“you think I hate you?”

“yes. Though I don’t know why.”

“(y/n) I don’t hate you.”

“Then why do you ignore me constantly? Or give me the look of death? What did I do?”

“Nothing (y/n) you didn’t do anything wrong. You’re smart, and kind, and happy and I’m not. I just didn’t wanna kill your mood.”

“well that was counterproductive. Maybe smile at me? Hug me like everyone else does? Hell, even just acknowledge my presence instead of hiding?”

“I picked you up didn’t I? and I didn’t tell Carlisle.”

“Okay that’s a start. Just promise me you won’t tell him what happened?”

“I promise.”

“Thank you, now can we please continue forward before another car runs into us?”

“Of course,”

Jasper drove the rest of the way in silence. Dropping you off a little ways up the street so you could pretend he never picked you up. Before you get out of the car he turns to you.

“You look really pretty tonight. I’m sorry you ended up with such terrible friends.”

“Thanks. And Thank you for coming to get me.”

“Anytime.”

He drives away, parks the car in the garage and walks into the house to find the rest of the family waiting for him at the door. Rosalie speaks up first.

“And where exactly did you disappear to?”

“Nowhere important. I just went for a drive.”

“He’s lying.”

“Shut up Edward.” Jasper and Edward exchange looks, and Edward decides it’s best to keep his mouth shut.

“Fine”

“No Edward not fine. Jasper where did you go?”

“Rosalie drop it.” Edward leans over to whisper to Rosalie

“Who does he smell like Rosie?” Rosalie furrows her eyebrows inhaling slightly before her eyes widen.

“Where’s (y/n)?”

As if on cue you walk through the front door. Rosalie and Carlisle give Jasper a look that says, ‘we’ll finish this later’ and they all go to the living room.

“(y/n) I thought you were going to a party?”

“Edward you had one job. Keep your mouth shut. It doesn’t matter anyway, I got to the party, there were drugs, and the other two were drunk so I took a cab home. This night has been nothing but a waste of an outfit. I’m starving. Mom do we have any leftovers in the fridge?”

“Yeah honey, I’ll make you something.”

“It’s okay. I got it. Thanks mom.” You give Esme a quick kiss on the cheek before disappearing into the kitchen. As you pass Rosalie she breathes in slightly to confirm her suspicions. She looks at Jasper with rage. As soon as you’re out ear shot she’s at his throat.

“Outside now. All of us.”

Esme stays in the house long enough to make sure you’ve taken your food upstairs and gone to your room before joining the others about a mile away. Rosalie looks at Jasper likes she wanted to kill him and if Emmet hadn’t put his hand on her shoulder to calm her down She may have.

“What did you do?!”

“I didn’t do anything. I went for a drive.”

“Care to explain how (y/n) fits into that drive?”

“She didn’t she told you herself she went to a party.”

“Then why does she smell like you?”

Edward cuts in. “Jasper just tell them the truth.”

“I told her I wouldn’t say anything.”

“Fine then I will.”

“No, you will not.”

Carlisle joins into the conversation with his normal calm demeanor.

“Edward stop it. Jasper we can see that you obviously didn’t hurt her. We just wanna know what happened.”

“look she made me promise not to tell you what happened Carlisle because she doesn’t want your judgement. She’s mad enough at you so if I tell you then you have to promise me that she will never find out about this.”

“I just want what’s best for my daughter.”

“And I just convinced her that I don’t hate her, don’t make me lose progress here.”

“She never has to know Jasper that’s why we are all out here.”

“Okay. She found out the party was on wolf territory, she didn’t wanna go but her friends wouldn’t take her home. They dropped her off at a gas station and she didn’t wanna face any of you, so she called me. I drove her back and dropped her off a little ways away so she could pretend that she left the party for whatever reason and not have to face Carlisle’s judgement for her horrible choice in friendship. There. Ya happy now?” Carlisle seems satisfied with the answer, but Edward had another question.

“Why?”

“What do you mean why?”

“Why pick her up? Why not tell one of us to go get her?”

“Because she said not to tell any of you.”

“Why listen to that though? Why go through the trouble of lying to us when you know we can tell?”

“because I didn’t want to lose the trust I just gained from her. I just convinced her that I don’t despise her.”

“Why do you care what she thinks of you?”

“Because I love her!” There’s a beat of silence as Jasper looks at the shocked faces of his newfound family. “There. I said it. I love her. And I wish I didn’t because every time I smell her blood I wanna tear into her throat, but she is the happiest person I have ever met, and I want to protect her at all costs. So as much as I want her I know that she will be miserable as one of us. I am doing the best I can.”

“She’s your mate.”

Rosalie cuts in with a harshness in her voice.

“No, She Is NOT. We have worked her entire life to protect her from our kind. She is not turning. She is going to finish her senior year and go to college and be a normal kid for once.”

“And how exactly do you plan to keep explaining away ya’ll never aging as she grows old and dies? Or better yet do you plan to explain at all?”

“We will cross that bridge when we come to it”

“No, you’ll burn it.”

Carlisle cuts in to prevent Rosalie from killing anyone tonight.

“Jasper’s right. We haven’t thought this all the way through and besides she has to turn within the year anyway. Aro said she turns before she’s nineteen or he’ll do it himself.”

“You didn’t think this was important information for us to have weeks ago?”

“He made a comment about how he thought it would be Jasper who turned her. I thought he was referring to his lack of self-control, but now I’m thinking that may not be the case.”

“Carlisle you need to tell her what’s going on.”

“I know. We’ll tell her in the morning. Be prepared though cause I can’t see this going over well in any way.”

As the family enters the house to go about their normal business, they know something isn’t right when they smell blood. Esme heads towards the kitchen and screams. The rest of the family rushes to see what the matter is. They find (y/n) on the kitchen floor collapsed. Hand bleeding and the glass pendent she had shattered in her palm.

“CARLISLE!”

“I see her.”

“Do something! What’s wrong with her?”

“She cut her hand open the pendant was glass it’s probably what cut her hand, but this shouldn’t cause this type of reaction.”

“Wait, didn’t that necklace have water in it?” Carlisle’s eyes widen as he picks up the remains of the pendant. He looks closer at the small droplet of liquid left on the glass shards.

“It’s not water Edward. It’s venom. It’s in her veins already.” Carlisle looks to his family as the stare back at the poor girl on the floor in horror.

“She’s turning.”