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Lost on You - Part 12

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x F. Supe!Reader

Summary: 1983 is a big year for you. You’re finally chosen to join the ranks of Payback, led by the most (in)famous supe in the world: Soldier Boy. He’ll never admit that he’s trying his damndest to figure you out. You’ll never admit that he’s actually growing on you. But the problem with this game is deciding who’s the predator, and who is prey.

AN: And here we go, with our Avengers: Civil War moment…

Song Inspo: “I Go to Extremes” by Billy Joel

Word Count: 5.1K

Tags/Warnings: Violence, blood, and death. Angst, peril, hurt/comfort, and fluff.

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Part 12: A Fire in the Blood

Ben walked into the kitchen the next morning in search of coffee and food. He added some grounds to the coffeemaker on the counter and grabbed a bagel from the fridge, then slammed the door shut.  

“All right, get the fuck out,” he said, as if to an empty room. “I’m gonna lose my breakfast before I even eat it.”

Slowly, Charlie and Donna stood up from behind the kitchen island. Both of them looked wrecked. Her hair was wild and disheveled. He had dark red lipstick smudged all around his mouth and neck. Their clothes were bundled in their hands, but they needed no further prompting to run butt-ass naked out of the kitchen. Ben shook his head.

“Fucking animals,” he muttered.

But he didn’t blame them for being bored.

Meanwhile down the hall, Donna pulled Charlie into the shower with her. She got him to start washing her hair while she bathed the rest of herself with a bar of soap.

“He took it a lot better than I expected,” she said.

“Well, he’s probably known since at least last night,” Charlie said, smirking. “The man’s got super hearing, and you didn’t exactly keep it down.”

She reached back to smack his thigh teasingly. “That’s not what I meant. I just thought he’d raise more hell.”

She actually frowned at the thought. Part of her had indulged with Charlie because she thought it might piss Ben off, but to her surprise, he didn’t seem to give much of a fuck. In the past, he once snapped a man’s wrist for touching her ass at a gala. In fact, he’d ruined a lot of perfectly good hookup opportunities for her by being his jealous, caveman self, even though he was whoring himself out with any willing female.

So now, either Ben hated her that much, or…he actually did care about you.

Ben answered his cell when it rang. It was a familiar number.

Arthur. This better be fucking it.

“Did you find her?” he asked.

“Yeah, I found her,” Arthur said, with a grim sigh. “You’re not gonna like it.”

“Where?” Ben demanded. His hand clenched on the phone, threatening to crack the frame.

“Nottingham, West Virginia. It’s one of Vought’s most high-security labs. I didn’t even have clearance to know about it when I worked there,” he said. “It’s easy to miss though. Somewhere between a national forest and a couple of cemeteries.”

“Good enough for me,” Ben said. He finished his coffee in one quick slurp and headed over to his room to get the rest of his suit on. He was only half dressed.

“I hope you find her. Now I’ll be fucking off to Belize. Stan’s probably already got eyes on me,” said Arthur.

“Don’t you worry about Stan. After I get Sirena, I’m chopping the head off the fucking snake,” Ben said angrily.

“Okay, well, good luck to ya.”

After hanging up and lacing up his boots, Ben headed out of the room and down the hall. He banged a fist on the bathroom door, hard enough to rattle its hinges.

“Suit up, kids! We’re headed out.”

Arthur’s directions were direct enough. Donna had to park her car somewhere along the main road, but it was another mile or so before Ben finally found what they were looking for: a solitary building that looked like a nondescript farmhouse from the outside.

“This is their top secret high-security lab?” Charlie said. “Looks abandoned.”

“That’s exactly how they want it to look,” Ben said. It reminded him of the lab in Siberia. He was willing to bet that the lab itself ran several stories and floors underground.

Once they stepped out from the safety of the trees, gunshots rained from above and up ahead. There was a line of armed guards emerging from the front and the back of the building, while a helicopter descended from above.

Donna took out most of the guards on the ground, while Charlie shot his guns at the helicopter and took out the glass in the windshield. Ben threw up his shield at it, causing irreparable damage to the vessel. The pilot was forced to initiate a crash landing.

The helicopter doors opened, revealing Black Noir. He grabbed another man and jumped from the helicopter. The other man screamed, but the landing was swift. Noir made sure that Mindstorm landed on his feet, more or less, while the helicopter carved into the ground behind them and combusted.

Ah, the gang’s all here, Ben thought grimly. It saved him the trouble of hunting those two down as well.

“So it’s true,” Mindstorm said, taking in the sight of Ben with both astonishment and dread.

“Hey, Dan,” said Ben. “Looking rough.”

It was true. The man appeared to be a shell of his former self; thin, with lines of age around his eyes and across his forehead, his skin pale and splotchy. A decade of paranoia and reclusion hadn’t done much good for Dan. Noir must've scrounged him up from his hiding hole, like fishing out a rat from the sewer.

“Look, we don’t have to do this,” Charlie tried. “Just let him get Sirena out of there. After what you guys did, she doesn’t deserve that.”

Ben glanced at his former sidekick. He actually seemed sincere.

Too bad Noir wasn’t about to go for it. He had Vought’s dick so far up his ass, he wouldn’t likely take a shit without Stan Edgar’s say so. He crouched into a fighting stance and unsheathed his katana. The rest of the guards poured in to flank around him and Mindstorm.

Ben rolled a crack out of his neck.

“Fine. If it’s a war you want, it’s a war you’ll fucking get,” he said.

Noir started charging at him first, but Donna shot off a fireball in his direction.

Chaos ignited from there.

Something’s wrong. You felt it, with so many energies converging high above you. It must’ve meant that you were underground, yet again.

There were still men in the compound itself. You now felt their energies being stuffed out, closer and closer in your direction.

Ben? You wondered. You stood up from your cot in nervous anticipation, wrapping your arms protectively around yourself. After Vogelbaum dropped his news, you’d spent the entire night battling your shock, followed shortly by your panic.

No matter what they did to you now, there was no way you were going to let them hurt your child.

Ben…

More than anything, you wanted to see him. You wanted to tell him that his dream was coming true, whether he was ready for it or not…

But there was something coming, and it wasn’t him. You would’ve felt it if it was him. By the rate the men were dying somewhere outside of your cell, however, it was getting closer to your cell. For some reason, you just couldn’t identify the energy signature itself.

You got your answer when your cell door forcibly opened. You gaped in shock.

“Countess?” you said.

She was panting for breath, but she whipped a sweaty lock of red hair out of her eyes and reached out a gloved hand for you.

“Come on, before I change my fucking mind,” she said.

You were still in shock, but you managed to break yourself out of it to follow her out of the cell. You had to stop short though, as an entire unit of Vought security came pouring into the hall with raised guns.

You opened your mouth and began your siren song. Within seconds, every man curled in on themselves as they screamed in pain. Some of them managed to rip their helmets off as they gripped their heads. Tears of blood dripped down from their eyes, and they all soon fell into lifeless heaps.

You stopped singing, and your eyes faded from glowing violet to their normal hue. Donna looked at you, both stunned and wary.

“Don’t worry. It doesn’t work on women. Even frigid cunts like you,” you said with a grin.

She smirked back. “Come on then.”

“Where’s Ben?” you asked, joining her in hastening down the hall.

“Up there fighting,” she replied, pointing up to the ceiling. “You’re about fifteen floors down from the outside world.”

“Fucking figures,” you muttered, but your heart swelled to know that Ben was here, and he was all right. Your hand went to your lower belly on reflex.

“Wait,” you gasped, as something occurred to you. “We need to find someone.”

“What the fuck do you mean? We need to get out of here!” Donna said.

“There’s a kid somewhere in here, and I’m not leaving without him,” you snapped. You began opening doors where you sensed a presence inside. Most often it was a lab technician or other employee, and Donna vaporized them.

You opened one door and found Dr. Vogelbaum. Finally, you saw him react with widening eyes. You felt his fear.

Donna eviscerated him too, in a bloody mess of limbs.

You grimaced at the gore, but you paused, noticing a thick file on the man’s desk.

THE HOMELANDER PROJECTwas stamped at the top in large red letters. You picked your way through the mess and grabbed the file. Then you and Donna continued heading down the hall.

There at the end was a red door. Something about it called to you. You reached out with your awareness, and you felt a familiar male energy, young and scared and alone.

You beckoned Donna over. The door was heavy and locked, but the two of you worked together to twist it open by its large circular handle, like the hatch on a submarine. It swung open with a creak, and inside the room was a bare white cell, not unlike yours.

A young boy sat against the wall, arms wrapped around his knees, wearing a white shirt and plain gray sweatpants. He was blonde and blue-eyed, and he felt familiar to you on-sight.

“John?” you said, stepping inside the cell.

He tilted his head, like he recognized your voice. He said your name uncertainly as he got up to his feet. 

“Yeah, it’s me,” you said, approaching him with cautious steps. “I’m getting out of here, but I want you to come with me.”

John looked reluctant, even as he glanced at your outstretched hand.

“Vogelbaum is gone. He can’t hurt you anymore,” you said. “John, please, let me help you.”

After a moment of his indecision, John reached out and carefully grasped your hand. You led him out of the cell, and encouraged him to stay close to you when you and Donna started back towards the elevators.

The three of you rode all the way up to the top level, where the sounds of an epic fight raged behind the doors of the building. Still, it was a familiar balm to your frayed mind to step outside those doors and find a bright sun beating down on a dusty clearing. Beyond it was layers of forest trees.

Donna said that her car was about a mile in that direction, but before you guys could attempt to get to safety, Noir landed right in front of you.

“Irving—” you said in warning.

Donna raised her hands, prepared to blast him into pieces, but John threw the first punch. It landed squarely in Noir’s chest and had him flying several feet away, into a nearby tree. Your mouth fell open in shock as you gave the kid a wide-eyed look.

John smiled up at you, in a—Did I do good?—kind of way.

“Holy shit,” Donna muttered.

You huffed a short laugh and laid a hand on his shoulder. “Good job, bud.”

You shifted your attention to the rest of the battle, and it caught on Ben with a gasp. He was striding toward Mindstorm with his shield held in front of him. He backhanded Mindstorm in the face and quickly got him pinned on the ground.

Charlie was already lying unconscious, trapped in his own mind. Donna went to try and help him, while you started running headfirst toward the other two men.

“Ben!” you shouted out.

He glanced up at you on reflex, but it proved to be an unfortunate distraction, giving Mindstorm the opening he needed to reach out a hand and touch Ben’s forehead. His eyes closed and he collapsed to the ground.

“No!” the ragged yell tore from your throat. You knew full well what Mindstorm was capable of.

You rushed forward and tried to capture Mindstorm with your siren song. It managed to hold him in place, making him grip at his temples with strain. You knew you didn’t totally have him under your spell, however. Not until you knelt down in front of him and grabbed his face with both hands. Your eyes illuminated brighter as you focused all of your power on him.

Mindstorm fought it tooth and nail, but ultimately, the pull of you was too much. He screamed as blood trailed down his face from his eyes, nose, and ears, until his voice faded, and his blue eyes became unseeing. When you released him, he slumped into a heap.

You fell back onto your ass and heaved for breath. All the while, you stared at his unseeing eyes. Part of you felt sick with yourself. The other part felt vindicated, and a little more free.

With a gasp, you remembered Ben. You turned over and crawled over to his body where he laid unconscious in the dirt and dead leaves.

Fuck. You shouldn’t have killed Mindstorm. He was the only one who could’ve brought him out of this.

Unless…

An idea struck you, and you knew you had to try. You shuffled onto your knees and took Ben’s face carefully in your shaking hands. You closed your eyes.

Focusing your powers on his being, you entered his mind. You waded through waves of darkness as they lapped at you, trying to draw you in. But you were a brighter light. You went deeper, layer by layer.

You began to see moving images, like scenes from a reel. You saw his father, berating him. You saw the moment Compound V was injected into his arm, immediately filling his veins with pain. You saw his mother’s funeral, a day marked by falling snow and a stoic set of Ben’s young shoulders.

You saw so many days and nights at the facility where you both were kept, but one in particular struck at your own heart—the day Dr. Eisenstein had you brought you into Ben’s cell and slammed you down on the table in front of him, prepared to inject an unknown experimental serum into your body.

Ben’s face seemed angry on the outside, but this deep inside his mind, you felt his anger, as well as his fear, and his desire to protect you.

You weren’t sure it would work, but you needed to get his attention somehow. You needed to wake him up.

“Ben!” you shouted to him.

To your relief, he actually looked over at you, meeting your gaze with surprise in his own.

Until you were ripped away from him, out of his mind and into the waking world. Your bleary eyes eventually focused on the dark shape above you. On Black Noir.

He hauled you up by your arms and began to drag you across the clearing, away from Ben.

“Stop!” you struggled. Noir ignored you, just tightening his hold.

He dragged you past Donna’s body. She was dying on the ground, with her throat cut and bubbling with blood. Your eyes widened, but you quickly took in the rest of the clearing.

John was trapped under the massive trunk of a fallen tree, struggling to get up. He was being swarmed by Vought security guards.

Just over Noir’s shoulder, you caught sight of Ben. He was starting to wake up, and he turned over and pushed himself up onto one knee. Relief filled your chest.

In a fit of desperation, you dug your heels into the ground. “Let go! Let go of me!”

You opened your mouth and took in a breath to sing, but how quickly Noir’s hand wrapped around your throat, choking the breath right out of you. He tightened his hold, little by little, until you began to feel lightheaded. Panic gripped at your heart.

“Stop, Noir, please! I’m pregnant!” you pleaded, with tears in your eyes.

Beyond him, you met Ben’s gaze. His mouth fell open as he stared at you, after half scrambling to his feet.

You returned your attention to Noir when you realized you could feel his shock, and the tension through your hand on his glove. He glanced over his shoulder at Ben, then back at your tearful eyes. You felt Noir’s disgust, swiftly followed by his anger.

You gasped when he let you go, just so he could unsheathe his weapon. Ben gritted his teeth in anger. Before he could throw his shield, Noir swung his katana down on you.

You instinctively raised up your arms to protect yourself, but the blade only shattered against your skin. You raised your head, blinking in shock. You clenched your fists, and you realized that you felt different, somehow. You were strong.

You shoved Noir hard in the chest, and he flew several feet away, rolling in the dirt as he landed.

Ben ran over to join you. He wrapped his non-shield wielding arm around your waist and pulled you tight against him. You melted into him in relief, resting your head against his chest.

“I don’t know how I did that,” you admitted.

“Looks like knocking you up comes with some added perks,” he said, grinning down at you.

Once you understood what he meant, another wave of shock hit you. The life inside you was not only carrying his genes, but some of his power as well, making you strong.

You looked up at his smug grin and rolled your eyes in amusement, but you also wanted to grab his face and pull him down for a kiss. The look in his eyes told you he wanted to oblige, but you both stopped short, coming to attention when you saw Noir picking himself up from the ground.

“I’ve got him,” Ben said darkly. He let go of you and took a step toward Noir, putting himself in front of you.

Two old enemies faced each other. This time, Ben began to make the first move.

Just then, a pair of red laser beams broke through the clearing and cut through Noir’s mask and skull. He dropped to his knees, and then fell to the ground.

What the hell…

Slowly you turned back to see that John had broken free of the guards. All of them lied either passed out or dead at his feet. He stepped over them and went to your side with shaky hands, shocked at even his own power. Had he known he could do that?

“Are you okay?” he asked you in concern.

You were still reeling, but you nodded and grasped his shoulder. Ben was unsettled looking at John. You knew the look on his face. He wasn’t sure whether the kid was a threat as well. Ben slid an arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him.

“Ben, this is John,” you explained. “He was a ‘guest’ in the lab, same as me.”

Ben seized up the kid. Eventually he rested his shield on the ground and reached out his hand.

“John, huh?”

The kid nodded and shook his hand. “Y-Yes, sir.”

“That’s a strong name,” Ben said. John smiled.

With that small peace won, you slipped away from Ben and went to Charlie. You knelt down and felt for his pulse at his neck. You shook your head in sadness.

“He’s gone,” you said. Ben helped you stand again.

You were disappointed about Donna too, even knowing she was the one who helped sell you out in the first place. You were sure it was probably under duress, but she had saved you today.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” Ben said. You agreed, but first, you looked back at the lab.

“They took vials of my blood. God knows what else they have in there,” you said.

“They took your fucking blood?” he said, through furrowed brows.

“Yeah, that’s how I know I’m pregnant,” you said, again, holding a hand to your belly. Ben softened slightly at that.

He blew out a breath and nodded. “Okay, you and the kid hang back. Far back.”

You grasped John’s shoulder and led him over to the dense line of trees. You both hunkered down behind a fallen tree trunk and watched Ben approach the lab.

He set a firm stance and concentrated, until his chest glowed with power. Letting loose a yell of strain, he summoned a blast that destroyed the entire building. It not only created a backlash of debris and flames, but it also shook the earth. He stalked forward and angled the blast downward, so that it would consume the floors below as well.

You had to duck down further as the impact of the blast was too much. John covered you with his arms around your shoulders.

When it was over, Ben struggled to regain his breath. He even stumbled a bit on his way back to you, but he kept a steady pace, until he found you and the kid again. Ben reached a hand for you and once again helped you up from the ground, guiding you into his arms.

His chest still felt hot, but you didn’t care. You curled a hand around the back of his neck and brought him down to you for a kiss. It was relief, it was passion, and it was home.

You parted slowly, his forehead pressing against yours.

“I love you,” you whispered into the small space in between.

Releasing a subtle breath, Ben nodded. You opened your eyes and cupped his cheek.

“You can say it,” you prompted, teasingly. “It’s not gonna kill you.”

You could hazard a guess at what he was thinking. This close, you could feel him, and his reluctance. But his lips hinted at a smile.

“Yeah, I fucking love you,” he said. He thumbed at your chin, his gaze roaming over your face before he met your eyes. “I love you.”

Tears made your vision blur a little. You nodded, smiling, and reached up on your toes for another kiss.

“Are you guys done yet?” John asked. He shifted on his feet, all antsy and tired. “Can we go?”

Ben’s face fell into annoyance at the kid. You gave him a rueful smile, and one last stroke of his cheek.

“The car’s about a mile out,” Ben said.

“Yep,” you said. “I guess we start walking.”

John slept in the backseat of the car while Ben drove down the highway going northeast. His gaze roamed over you as you stared out the window, seemingly calm with that file you stole from Vogelbaum’s office resting on your lap.

With a sigh, you turned your attention to it. Ben couldn’t help but distract you first. His hand reached over to rest on your thigh.

“Hey,” he said. You perked up at him.

“You okay?” he asked. You smiled a little and slipped your hand over his.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Considering.”

He alternated between watching the road and watching you a bit closer.

“Did they hurt you?” he pressed. You shook your head, squeezing his hand.

“No. They pretty much left me alone,” you said, though his concern warmed you. You also sensed something else underneath…the sting of regret. It took him a few beats, but he eventually spoke.

“I shouldn’t have let you go out alone,” he said, briefly meeting your eyes. “I should’ve been there.”

It was as close to an apology as you’d ever gotten from him. You almost smiled.

“Look, we’re here now,” you said. “Pretty soon, this is all just going to be a bad memory we can put behind us, like everything else.”

You rubbed his arm and glanced down at the file sitting on your lap. Your curiosity had you flipping it open. The more you read over its contents, the more your face slackened in shock.

“Oh my God, Ben,” you whispered.

“What?”

“Pull over for a minute.”

“We can’t stop here. We need to get to the airport.”

“This is important. Stop the car.”

He huffed in annoyance, but he pulled the car over. He left the car running and got out along with you.

You later leaned against the passenger side while he read the file. You watched the shock descend over his face as it all began to click together in his mind. He turned and pointed at the backseat of the car.

“He’s…”

“Yeah,” you said.

“Christ on a damn cross,” he said.

“Yeah,” you repeated. You covered your mouth with a hand. “And the poor kid’s been kept in that basement his whole damn life… It was Vogelbaum’s project, but how did he do it?”

A realization fell over Ben. He joined you in leaning against the car. The file fell to his side.

“Back in…’81. No, beginning of ’83, before you joined up. Vogelbaum wanted a sample of my swimmers for an experiment. Something about genetics,” he said. He still remembered the Penthouse Forum he used to give his “sample.”

June. Danielle Deneux. Bush like a Pomeranian. He almost smiled at the memory, but the rest of it soured that part for him.

You gave him an incredulous look. “And you didn’t ask questions about what they were going to use your sperm for?”

Ben rolled his eyes and gave you the file. You shook your head.

“The point is, John is…more or less your son,” you said.

“What?!” John exclaimed. He spooked you and Ben when he popped up in the car window.

You should’ve known he’d have enhanced hearing. Just like his father.

John came out of the car, and both father and son looked at one another in assessing ways. Even though they had different coloring, you started to notice the similar shape of their jawlines, the line of their noses. John soon had tears in his eyes.

“You…you’re my dad?” he said.

Ben’s hands went to his hips. His posture was stiff and awkward.

“I guess I am,” he said.

He didn’t expect the way John literally flew over and hugged him with a strength that impacted Ben. He grunted and grabbed the kid’s shoulders.

“Okay, all right, lock it up. Don’t be a little girl about it.”

John’s face fell with dejection, but he dropped his arms and took a step back. You became both dismayed and angry.

“Ben!” you said sharply. “Let your son hug you, for fuck’s sake.”

He shot you a warning look, but you had your hand on John’s shoulder as you glared back at Ben. He crossed his arms.

Then he uncrossed them with an exasperated huff. He went to John and dropped a hand on his shoulder. Smiling in satisfaction, you moved back to give them a moment.

Ben looked down at the kid’s face. His blonde hair and blue eyes weren’t his. He must’ve taken after his mother, whoever she was, or whatever genetics Vogelbaum manipulated, but he did see his own strong jaw in the kid.

“Well, it’s unfortunate that we couldn’t meet sooner, but…looks like you’re my son,” said Ben. “I'm thinking you want to stick around with us.”

John nodded vigorously.

“All right,” Ben said. “Then let’s get going.”

John nodded again, quickly wiping at his face to clear away his tears.

Good, Ben thought with a quirk of his lips. He squeezed John’s shoulder and let him go, so he could return to the driver’s side of the car. You gave John a warm hug. Ben saw it through the window and almost shook his head. He could already tell that you were going to try to mother that boy.

Somehow, that thought just softened him, at least a little. Because it reminded him that you were carrying his child as well. Not to mention, his blood was making you nice and strong.

When you slid into the passenger seat, he grabbed your hand and pressed a kiss over your knuckles. You smiled at him.

“Where are we gonna go?” John asked.

Ben glanced at him in the rearview mirror. Ben's brows drew together as his expression firmed.

“To finish what we started,” he said.

You knew what that meant. He wanted to go to New York to finish off Stan Edgar, Stillwell, and anyone else who had a hand in their capture.

“Ben, they’ll never stop trying to get him back,” you said, gesturing at John. “And…when Vogelbaum took my blood, he said they wanted to monitor me. Apparently this has never happened before…a supe getting another supe pregnant.”

Ben paused.

“He talked like I was a rat in his lab, and he wanted to document the findings,” you said, as tears welled up in your eyes and made your throat tight with emotion, and the remnants of dread.

Ben frowned and squeezed your hand.

“That’s not fucking happening,” he said. You sighed and wiped at your cheek. After taking a few steadying breaths, you managed to get a hold of yourself.

“If we go back to New York, it’s a big risk,” you said.

This time, Ben actually considered what you were saying. He was stubborn though.

“I can’t just fucking let it go. What Stan Edgar did, what they all did—”

“If you take out Stan, they’ll just put another one in his place. I doubt it’ll ever end,” you said. You moved his hand to your stomach. “But if you want this. If you want a family, this is it.”

Ben glanced down at his hand under yours, and then your face. As much as he wanted the rest of his revenge, he also wanted, and needed to protect you. He couldn’t make another mistake like last time. If you were taken from him again, he’d have no one to blame but himself. 

That also posed a harder question. Where the hell could he take you where you’d be safe? Even Arthur had fucked off to Belize.

Ben stroked your hand in contemplation…until an idea came to him.

A grin raised his lips.

“All right,” he said. “How do you feel about Colombia?”

AN: Lol! Suffice to say, there's going to be a big BMD easter egg in the Epilogue, but did you like how the final battle shook out? Was there anything that surprised you? Do you wish some members of Payback had lived?

I went back and forth on how some characters would meet their end, but I felt that this is the story I wanted to tell, with her, Ben, and John escaping together and forming their strange new family. 😂💚

Next Time: The Epilogue...

A phone dock rested on the coffee table. The call was on speaker.

“That child represents a multi-million-dollar investment,” said Stan Edgar.

“You should’ve thought about that before you shipped us off to motherfucking Siberia,” Ben snapped. “Hell, before you decided to steal my goddamn DNA. But guess fucking what. He’s my son. He belongs with me.”

You gave him a look of pride, resting a hand on his thigh in support. He glanced at you and grabbed your hand.

“You’re not leaving me with much recourse here, Soldier Boy,” Stan replied.

Ben leaned forward. He took that as a very real threat.

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[hoodieschaoticreviews]

Ok I watched the leaked episodes

Let’s start with the positives! I love positives!

- Alex Brightman put his whole Alexussy into this shit oh my god, Pentious and Adam actually sound really good. Adam singing is also really really good. Alex can sing in character and carry things well and I’m glad now he’s part of the project. Because at least it’ll be bearable if I see the other episodes.

-Vox is actually weirdly really compelling? Like I actually ended up enjoying the vibe he’s got and his own voice grew on me, I know it’s not what people wanted but it works well.

-Nifty’s voice is pretty ok, so is Charlie’s. They’re some of the better voices of the cast, Alastor’s performance was uh. It wasn’t bad so there’s that!

-the opening exposition was needed but also a bit hamfisted- wait shit the positives- uh, I love the direction it went? Art wise?

-the songs are pretty good, they get you from point A to point B, and at least wasn’t Poison levels of cringe in writing.

-Charlie actually helping Pentious in episode 2 try to repent and be a better person actually feels nice, like a crumb of what the show should of be-

…

Ok let’s get to the point.

-the episodes clearly are trying to shove as much of the plot as humanly possible, to the point that you get whiplash.

-Angel Dust, Vaggie, Valentino, Husk all have voices that either do not fit, crack from the pressure to perform, or are trying so hard to mimic the previous voice that it’s actually worrying. The Angel dust one in particular I’ll get to when I get to the point.

-The plot starts with the main antagonist, literally telling Charlie that her plan is pointless and she should give up. There’s no actual “I want” song to counter this, unless you count the song where Adam mocks her for trying and tells her the exterminations will happen twice a year now.

-Pentious at least wasn’t a creep like i was fearing in the script, but he comes off too pathetic? Like I know he was pathetic and that’s the point but why the fuck does he want to be equal to the Vees now? Didn’t he want to rule over hell himself? I know the instagram had him crop himself into pictures with the Vees but remember those aren’t canon!

-I realized I was able to hop in because I had Wikipedia level knowledge of these characters to the point they click in my head (and enough to where Alastor, Charlie, Vaggie and Husk all felt a little off but that’s neither here nor there). But god I cannot imagine being a new person trying to jump into this show, this is bad. None of the characters get actually introduced outside of Charlie, the show references the pilot which isn’t part of the show so new audiences have no idea what they’re talking about, and the staff gets actually introduced in episode 2. EPISODE 2, TO PENTIOUS!? GIRLIE POP HAVE HIM COME EPISODE 1 THEN?

-Animation that’s either too floaty, too janky, too stiff or straight up traced. Which I don’t blame the animators for, Mammon was busy buying 10,000 dollars worth of peacocks to bother paying them more than a dollar per frame. There’s no charm here.

-Where did the fucking cat key come from? No I’m serious. Where did it come from? It just kinda exists now.

-Alastor’s commercial is just straight up MEAN and he’s often more mean than chaotic, which I know is ironic since he wasn’t a good person and I wasn’t expecting him to be but it’s to a point where it’s not even fun mean. He literally called Charlie’s endeavor “Daddy issues”. It felt like he was just there to slap Charlie in the face.

-Angel Dust rant is gonna be so long that I saved it for last.

I have to put it under the read more because of talk of SA! Fun!

Ok.

I’m saying this as someone who loved him from the pilot and was willing to excuse his behavior as “flaws he can work on” since Addict and everything else proved that there was more under the surface and he was a character that could change and grow and-

…

…

Angel dust, the rape victim… the guy running away from his abuser…

The Angel dust who has traumatic episodes so fucking graphic that he flashes back to them when he’s performing.

Saying “yeah no, fucking sexually exploit me! It turns me on!”

Viv, I know you’re not reading this but I mean this genuinely.

Fuck you.

As someone who’s family has experienced sexual abuse, as someone who’s family still has CPTSD because men in power decide to exploit them… how fuckin dare you make a character enjoy their own exploitation.

This isn’t me kink shaming a sexual character! He can be sexual and like sex! It’s never been the problem and hell it could of been liberation to have sex he deserves.

But no.

Let’s make the SA victim into the sexual harassment character, let’s make the SA victim the Stolas of the show where he wears down his love interest so thin that they have to give up.

Let’s make the SA victim still work under his shitty abuser, and make that into a joke as the abuser mentions wanting to rape everyone in the hotel.

Don’t pay to watch this show, I mean it.

Pirate it.

Hell don’t even watch it, find something better to watch. I’ve been binging anime as of late and I still like captain lazerhawk.

[nebulablakemurphy]

Total Eclipse Of The Heart (Part 13)

Summary: Jacob Black, alpha of his pack, would never fall in love with a bloodsucker, much less imprint on one. The problem is that Y/N Swan was human…until she wasn’t anymore.

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Jacob is out the door of Billy’s without a word. Preparing to run, as fast and far as his legs will carry him.

“Jacob,” Y/N trails after him.

“Go back inside, honey.”

“Please,” Y/N tries again, “don’t go.”

Jacob sighs, his feet firmly planted by the imprint and her hold on him.

Y/N closes the distance between them. Content in the safety of his arms, his warmth. “I’m sorry. I need you.”

He rests his heated cheek atop her head. “I’m here.” The wolf inside of him begs to be released. It feels wrong to stand on two legs when he wants to run.

“I can talk to Carlisle, see what he can do if you don’t want to…” Y/N forces the words past her lips, “do this right now.”

Jacob shutters, fighting the intense urge to phase. “No.”

“Then what do you want?”

“We are going to talk to Carlisle and figure out how to make this safe for you and our baby.” Jacob murmurs, “we’re gonna read baby books and choose a name. Set up a nursery and hang your dreamcatcher over the crib. This is ours, Y/N. Our kid, our family. The rest of it doesn’t matter.”

Y/N nods against his shoulder.

Jacob slips a hand between them, resting on her lower belly, feeling the slight warmth of the life growing within.

“I like Jacob.”

“I would hope so, it’s a little late to change your mind.”

“I mean as a name.” Y/N smiles, “I like Jacob.”

He doesn’t feel like the type of person they should name their kid after. “I like Y/N.”

She huffs a laugh. “We should keep looking for baby names.”

“Whatever you want.” Jacob presses his lips to her hair.

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Y/N and Jacob arrive at the Cullen’s door, to find them standing watch with worried faces. It’s late, Renesmee must be asleep, Edward and Bella must be in their cottage.

Jasper is there, he can feel the worry and despair and betrayal.

No one’s seen them in weeks, only catching up via call and text. It reminds Jacob of the night Y/N was bitten.

The door swings open and Carlisle doesn’t need to read minds to know what’s happening. Jacob is wearing the same expression as Edward returning from his honeymoon.

Esme makes her way to the entrance beside her husband, “what’s happened?”

“You said we were a family.” Y/N murmurs, unable to meet her eyes.

“We are.” Carlisle offers a gentle smile.

“We need our family.”

“Oh sweetheart,” Esme is beside Y/N in an instant, wrapping her up in a hug. “Come in.”

Y/N holds her, tightly. It feels good to hug someone besides Jacob, without the fear of hurting them.

Jasper inches closer as Y/N’s shoulders begin to shake, she doesn’t need tears to convey her devastation, it is palpable. He tries to soothe her, but there is so much pain. Centuries worth she couldn’t have acquired in only eighteen years.

She cries for Renee and the relationship they might have had. She cries for Jacob’s mother who lost her life too soon. She cries for Charlie and all the ways she has betrayed his trust. She cries for Billy and Sam and the pack. All the lives she’s lived and forgotten. It cuts deep like a knife and doesn’t stop twisting.

Emmett stands guard over her, watching as Alice and even Rosalie begin trying to comfort her.

“It’s going to be alright now, you have us.”

Carlisle stays back with Jacob, putting a hand to his shoulder. “Come on, son. She is well tended; we have much to discuss.”

Jacob scratches the back of his neck, “yeah, I guess we do.”

Carlisle closes the door of his office behind Jacob. “Have a seat.”

“Thanks.” Jacob sits in the pristine white chair.

“The ability to create life with the one you love is not something all vampires or even humans possess.”

“Yeah I’m…we didn’t know if it would be possible.”

“I assume you want children.”

Jacob shifts uncomfortably, “we do.”

“Yet you both seem upset by the prospect.” Carlisle wants to understand.

“It was a wolf thing,” Jacob clears his throat. “We weren’t planning to start a family just yet, but it happened and we’re grateful. My only concern is making sure Y/N and our baby are safe until delivery.”

“You must realize this is unprecedented, even in our family. We have no way of knowing how the child will grow or for how long. Y/N will not be able to labor, that’s not the way our bodies work.” Carlisle explains. “We can design a birth plan, but as you saw with Bella, it is subject to change.”

“So how do you think…the baby will be able to-” get out.

“I say we try a vaginal delivery, puncturing through the cervix to the uterus.”

That sounds terrible. “Is that our only option?”

“It will cause the least amount of damage to Y/N’s body. Going through the abdomen is several additional layers-”

“We can fix it, right?” Like when Victoria tore off her arm.

“Of course.” Carlisle assures him. “Then, unless you plan on blessing us with a gaggle of grandchildren, I would advise you to start implementing safe sex practices.”

Jacob blanches. He didn’t say grand puppies or a litter. Carlisle Cullen referred to their child and any future children as his grandchildren. “I mean, I’d like a gaggle but it depends on Y/N. I want her to be happy and safe more than I want kids.”

Carlisle’s expression softens, “you’re a good man, Jacob. Your love for her is unconditional and we are proud to have the both of you in our lives. Truly.”

“Thank you,” Jacob mutters. “Never thought I’d be here of my own free will, but for a bunch of blood suckers, you’re not all that bad. Although Blondie did feed me a hot dog out of a dog bowl last week.”

“Progress.” Carlisle pats the younger man’s shoulder. “Come on, let’s go join the others. It seems we have a guest.”

The guest in question is Paul Lahote. Standing a little too close to Y/N for Jacob’s liking.

“What are you doing here, Paul?” Jacob asks.

“I’m here to see my friend.”

“Here I am.” Jacob stocks up to him.

“Not you,” Paul scoffs, “Y/N.”

“Everything is fine, Paul.” Y/N tells him, crossing both arms over her chest.

“Now you’ve seen her,” Jacob steps in front of Y/N. He hates when he gets like this, lost in rage and possessive. He wants to rip Paul to shreds for even looking at Y/N. He hates it. He exhales harshly through his nose. Staving off the urge.

“Sam said you were upset,” Paul realizes that’s an understatement. “I wanted to check on you. You’re not alone in this. You have us.”

They have the Cullens and the pack…

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Surprisingly enough, Charlie is overjoyed at the news. “Well, we have to leave Bella’s old room for Renesmee. I’ll clear out the office. I’m sure we can fit a crib in there.”

Y/N smiles. “I’m sure we can.”

“Do we know uh- boy or girl?” Charlie asks.

“It’s a surprise.” Jacob tells him.

“I’m thinking yellow for the walls then.”

“Sure,” Y/N agrees. Their child will have four rooms. One here, one at Billy’s, the Cullen’s and the Denali house that Carlisle has given them full rights to.

“You’re not gonna be picky about this, are ya?” Charlie narrows his eyes at Y/N.

She shakes her head. “I’m really glad you’re so into this.”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I don’t know.”

The nursery at Charlie’s place becomes their new project, a way to spend time together like they used to.

“Alright,” Charlie says, pulling out his camera. He never questions why the months have passed and Y/N’s belly hasn’t grown. He learned to stop asking with Renesmee, there are some things he doesn’t need to know. “Let’s take a picture of mom and dad.”

Mom and Dad.

Jacob wipes his paint stained hands down the front of his shorts, wrapping his arms around Y/N, with her hair tossed up on a messy bun. Streaks of yellow paint smeared across her skin.

The picture makes it into the baby book Jacob is hand crafting for their bundle of joy. Along with the monthly snapshots of Y/N’s pregnancy where no progress can be seen. “We can add their foot prints too.”

Y/N runs her finger along the edges, resting a hand on her unchanged belly. Feeling the child stir. “I found a name I like…”

Jacob grins, resting his hand over hers. “Tell me.”

“Rowan.” Y/N searches his eyes.

“I like Rowan.” Jake nods, “there’s a name I like too, but it’s…different.”

“I wanna hear it,” Y/N insists.

“The pack’s been giving me a hard time about it.” Jacob sinks his teeth into his bottom lip.

“Can’t be that bad.”

“It’s Indigo.”

“Indigo.” Y/N tries it on for size. “They’re not big fans? I think it’s cool, we could call her Indy.”

“They think the name is fine.” Jacob lifts a shoulder, “it’s the why they’re making fun of me for.”

“Why?”

“Your eyes,” Jacob admits, he’s down bad.

“You know,” Y/N leans forward, “sometimes I feel ridiculous for being so obsessed with you. Then you say stuff like that.”

Jacob huffs a laugh.

“And I feel alot less stupid about it.”

Chapter 14

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Weasley Siblings Helping You With Your Protective Hairstyling

Authors Note: I myself do not have textured hair, but I have friends who do. Along with friends who have family with such. I also did my best to research the best I can. DO COMMENT. I want to learn more about cultures and to educate myself after all. I wanna learn, and I want to share. I hope I do my best! If I got any information here wrong, DO say something. It can’t learn and grow if I don’t know, after all!

William ‘Bill’

Since he spent quite a lot of time in Egypt, and by proxy explored many countries for work, he would honestly have some good background in protective styles. He would probably figure out your hair type easy, even. So he’s going to certainly help you when you want to redo your braids. Know where to cut when you need to change them out. Even know when you got braids you smack them when they get itchy. He’s even willing to braid them by hand, instead of magic. He probably even has friends back in Egypt to talk to that can hook you up with the good shit. That good gel and conditioner. Even some fine silk Bonnets, when you need them. He’s going to know them well. Most certainly had colleagues, from Egypt, that had braids or locs even! If anyone will know how to care for your hair, it’s him. Also helps he’s a history buff, so for all you know he uncovered some old texts that can teach him new ways to help!

Charlie

He’s also a world travelver, and can be argued he’s been to more countries than Bill, but he was bit more hyperfixated on dragons over history. Doesn’t mean he knows nothing. He DOES know a lot about heat, and how it affects the world around it. He’s gonna know how to help you deal with that hit of humidity to the hair. Along with keep your hair safe when straightening it. He also knows a lot about locs. Definitely has coworkers with them, or at least keeps their hair under a Duka/wave cap. That’s something he so knows. Such as locs aren’t ’dirty hair’ and just another means of a style. Also that you gotta EARN EM. You need to go through so much to grow them, let alone care for them. He’s gotta respect the effort it takes to make after all. Of course he will help you care for em. Maybe he will ask advice on seeing if he has the hair type to have his own!

Percy

He doesn’t really know much about by much at all. He’s never had a reason to. But he does know how to keep clean. He’s going to help you make sure your hair gets a deep wash before braiding. You’ll never worry about braiding greasy hair, or if your fro isn’t conditioned enough. He’s also a nerd that reads a lot. He will try his best to read up on your hair type, but reading is different than actually working with it. He’s gonna mostly be on washing, combing, and conditioning duty. He’s just got skilled enough to make sure your braids are tight. A tight braid is a useless braid. But washing is still helping a tongue, and he will massage your neck whenever you need to take a break from braiding. Stuff like that can take days, after all. He will try and be as supportive as he can for it all. He’s trying his best, and that’s all that can be asked for.

Fred and George

Angelia is coming in clutch, because she is a “ended on good terms bestie” of them boys. So they know, at least the basics, when it comes to textured hair. Also helps they are incredibly quick witted, so they can pick up on things fast. Don’t get me started on how they probs can invent you different types of hair care products to unlock all the potential magic can offer. It’ll also help that they each can take a side of your head, and keep you entertained when braiding. They’ll make sure you have fun, and cared for. They’ll 100% invent a hair moisture spray to help you when your braids start itching. They would definitely love twists the most, to do to your hair. Hope you like orange and purple extensions. God the hair experiments. They’ll love trying out new hair styles on you endlessly. Hair clips in your fro, trying new braiding styles on your scalp, seeing what kind of extensions they can add. They love your textured hair. You can do so much with it, and they adore it so very much! They love your hair!

Ron

Same like the twins, Ron has a basic knowledge on textured hair. Thanks to Hermione, and Lavender (iykyk) And given it was two different types he has a more solid grasp that not all hair is the same. Hermiones was dramatically different from Lavenders, after all. (Also the Weasleys themselves have their own texture hair, just on the 2a to 2c kind. The weather will definitely make it 3a though.) Anyway, he will ask Hermione for advice anyway. Asking someone who DOES have textured hair, compared to bullshitting. He just isn’t the twins when it comes to faking it until you make it. The amount of times he’s sprayed himself in the face with hairspray is never ending, but he’s a fighter. Definitely will try and make sure he has some kind of wave cap on hand for you at all times. Along with hair comb. Just trying to do things to show he cares. He definitely finds pure joy in buying you bonnets. Something he can get you, and something that will always be useful for you.

Ginny

As the youngest, she learns alot from her brothers. From Hermione, Angelia, Lavender, her Quidditch players, and just typical by proxy of a girl sharing a dorm with girls that have to go through heavy routines for their nightly sleep. She just picks it up, absentmindedly, and doesn’t really notice until she applies it. She also has a lot of people for support when she wants to ask for advice. She WILL make those braids tight, and make sure your hair is pulled so far back you get a face lift. She is a certified ‘Ma’am I won’t have wrinkles until I’m eighty’ level of skill. She’s got you covered, and loves when you keep your hair natural as well. Reminds her of her older brother’s Bill and Charlie. Along with just finding hair pretty in general, having grown up surrounded by so many types. Shes gonna love doing your hair. She has never bern a 'girly girly' so she has fun doing it for others. Safe hands, no worries there!

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Note: Lucy is able to be fine when looking through windows as her father put a protective sun-proof film on the glass after her insistent begging to go outside.

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Mae: Oww

Mae: [groans] Agh my head, if someone saw that I may just die...

Mae: [huffs] Like mama says thank you lord that no one-

[gasps]

Lucy: [gasps]

[Lucy rushes away from the window]

Mae: Hey wait!

[Mae stands quickly, brushing the dirt off her knees]

Mae: Wait where ya goin’? I-

Mae: Huh?

[Lucy jumps in shock]

Mae: If you were just gonna hide in the corner why’d you run?

Lucy: [stammers worriedly] I-uh-I

Lucy: I don’t know I just...I just...

[Lucy begins tearing up]

Mae: Oh no wait I’m sorry- was I being rude? I wasn’t tryin’ to be, honest!

Mae: [groans with worry] My mama says I act too much like a boy and not a lady sometimes, you know with my manners and all...

Lucy: ...

Mae: How’s ‘bout we start again? My name is Mae, what’s yours?

Lucy: I-I can’t say, it’ll...

Mae: Come on, I don’t think the world will end just ‘cus I know your name.

Lucy:...It’s Lucy

Mae: Ooo how pretty! Do you live here Lucy?

Lucy: [speaks meekly] Yeah

Mae: [gasps] This means we’re neighbors! You should come over and play with me and my brother Charlie. We’re playing hide and seek now but I’m sure it’d be more fun with anotha’ -

Lucy: I can’t.

Mae: Hm? But why not?

Lucy: [sadly] I-I just can’t.

Mae: How ‘bout tomorrow then?

Lucy: ...

Mae: Well, if you can’t come over and play with me I’ll just come and play with you!

Lucy: Huh?

Mae: Yeah! And it’ll be so much fun!

Lucy: I don’t know if that’s-

Charlie: Mae!

Charlie: Mae! I give up you can come out now!

Mae: I’ve gotta go but I’ll be back tomorrow so we can play!

Mae: See ya!

[mad-c1oud]

the "I could keep you safe. they're all afraid of me" or "do you feel safe enough to come with me?" for starcicle....these are already so juicy for etoiles to say but also there is something so intriguing about scenarios where charlie is the one saying it..... maybe these ideas would be fun to write?

YEAHHHHH no way you looked at the same one as me and also thought "oh but charlie saying this..." it's like you read my mind. Gonna write about one here, but expect to see the other in a regular text post because oh man they are so fun to write...

Feel free to ask for more prompts yall!!!

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(Warnings for depictions of serious injuries and shock)

"Do you feel safe enough to come with me?"

Étoiles startles out of his panicked-induced scrambling to stop and look at Charlie, eyes wide and breath stuttering in his chest. Everything is blurry but he still has his mask on so he isn’t sure what’s going on. “W-what?”

Charlie is unharmed save for a nick above his eyebrow which means Étoiles did his job correctly, but the fighter himself has been better, sure. The slime hybrid eyes his sluggishly bleeding wounds, stopping to blanch at where his hand should be before his eyes shoot back up and lock with Étoiles’ again. The next time he speaks, it isn’t as meek or unsure, “Do you feel safe enough to come with me? I-I think we’re near a cave system I recognize. Somewhere we can hide until we can uh…” He gestures vaguely to where the fighter is cradling his severed limb to his chest protectively, “Address that? Neither of us can go back outside like this, man.”

God, Étoiles hates that he’s right. There’s sticky chlorophyll dripping onto to ground from his wrist and there’s a suspiciously wet spot growing along his side that can’t be good. He’s down one hand, his scythe is still outside with at least four code monsters hovering about. He can’t respawn unless he wants to risk not being able to regrow his hand back later, fuck. They’re stuck in this cave Charlie dragged Étoiles into when he fell and he kind of hates it. Not Charlie, just being stuck. Useless.

“Listen, I know we don’t really know each other well and you’ve heard the rumors which are actually more fact than rumors I guess but I mean I had some pretty good reasons for—”

“Slime.”

“Okay okay sorry, what I’m trying to say is can you trust me this once? You’re kind of missing a hand and an eye and it’s really freaking me out, dude. Would you come with me? The codes can wait, surely?”

Non, ils ne peuvent pas attendre, Étoiles wants to protest before he registers what exactly Charlie said. He refuses to let go of his sword, bringing up his handless wrist to touch his cheek, wincing at the sharp, biting pain it causes. It’s amazing neither he nor Charlie gags at the sensation or sight, but Charlie must not find it gross and Étoiles is realizing he might be in shock. Weird. That doesn’t usually happen.

“Étoiles?” Charlie steps forward hesitantly, bringing his hand up, but stopping before it makes contact with his elbow. The sounds of fighting get louder outside and he starts to tremble, just a little. “You with me buddy?”

“Ouais,” Étoiles mummers, “You said my name wrong.” He notes distantly, grip on his sword lax. Charlie steps more into his space but doesn’t touch him yet.

“Whoops, maybe you can teach me how to on the way to my super-secret hidey hole, yeah? What do you say? Feel like walking with a misclicker?”

Étoiles should be on guard right now, especially when he’s down a limb and an eye but there’s something… comforting to Charlie’s tone, reassuring enough that has him sheathing his sword and grabbing for the offered hand, squeezing it tightly as Charlie beams.

“The ‘s’ is silent.” He mummers as Charlie urges him forward. Chatter from the hybrid fills the cave as he grips Étoiles’ hand with one of his, the other clutching a shitty, iron axe with the other. He forgets to worry about the code and finds it easier to breathe despite the cold, dark walls surrounding them.

He finds it easier to laugh too.

[dayfalwastaken]

Aaaaa

-FancyGhost anon

Hello, Hello! Thank you so much for your patience thus far. Between some pretty nasty writer's block, planning for future chapters and life in general, it was hard to work on chapter 22, but it's still coming!

As a thank you, have two previews (one of them I've posted already but in case you haven't seen it here you go ^_^):

“I’ll do it.” He spoke up without hesitation. “But it’s only between us, otherwise I tell my father.” Virginia eyed him skeptically but shrugged a second later.

“Ha! If it makes you feel better, I’ll have you know I’m no amateur. I don’t cheat my clients like that. There’s a reason I made you the offer, but- aren’t you gonna discuss it with-” the man nodded to Evan, who was looking between the two of them disoriented. “- you know who?”

“No.” His curt response made the employee snort obnoxiously.

“If you wanna be that guy… I can’t stop you, kid. In two weeks then. Be ready with your tickets, hm?”

“Alright.” Mari would be thrilled to get rid of this asshole, later though. Matthew wasn’t about to wreck his friend’s morning when said friend had a whole day full of gift-giving ahead of it.

With nothing more to say, Matt gestured for Evan to follow him, the boy complying shortly thereafter. They walked to the arcades in silence, but not before Matthew picked up a chair for his younger friend. Ev fiddled with his sleeve for a little while, and against all wishes, asked what that had been about.

“Well, uh… you know how some people try to get you to do bad stuff? This was the same. I accepted to do it just so he’d leave me alone, but I’m not actually going to do it. He’ll think I will, but I won’t. Is that weird or…?” He was lying out of his ass, but somehow in Evan’s mind it made sense. Boy, was Matthew glad for that. “-And please, don’t ask what it was. I’d be in hot water with Henry if you did.”

“O- Okay, I won’t.” The unsure expression on Evan’s face made Matt want to kick himself over the head.

“Hey, don’t worry about it. Let’s use this time to have some fun at the games before it gets crowded. Where do you want your seat?”

“At that one.” The boy pointed to the Donkey Kong arcade. Neat. Nodding, Matthew set the chair down at the indicated machine and helped him up. “Thank you, but… you haven’t ordered pizza!” He said, visibly concerned.

“I ate way too much of that yesterday. I think I’ll skip it for now. I’m sure Charlie’s gonna be kind enough to share, if she doesn’t order mushrooms again.” Too bad the boy couldn’t see Matt wink, but he still laughed at the joke as he got ready to start his game. “Need any help?”

“Nah, I’ll figure it out. It can’t be too hard.” More and more was he surprised by the young Afton. He kept forgetting this wasn’t just a pixelated character on a screen but a real boy that could grow out of his shell. In this case, not having his expectations be met was a hell of a thing.

Matthew was glad they were friends.

“Suit yourself then.” Taking the arcade next to Evan, he didn’t fight the grin that quirked the corners of his lips upwards. He supposed some classics couldn’t be far from one another. Putting in one token, the screen lit up, and soon after, he was met with a blue maze full of dots.

And here's the second one:

“How’d you get so many so quickly?!” Evan blurted out after his initial shock wore off.

Startled, the kid turned to face the Afton and rubbed the back of his neck bashfully, putting his other hand in his pocket.

“O- Oh, well, I watched others play some games yesterday and I uh, figured out the best way to get the highest scores. I think I may’ve emptied like… two arcades? Hehehe… ahh, sorry about that.” He expressed his regret to Virginia, whose voice could not be heard well from behind the pile. The man’s response was most definitely a curse however, as he struggled to put the tickets into the Ticket Eater. “I’m Gabe by the way.” The boy then extended his hand in a formal greeting.

By now he’d gotten more accustomed to the odd curveballs the universe threw at him, but that did not keep Matt from freezing momentarily.

The world’s a small place, ain’t it? But what can you do? I suppose sooner or later I would’ve had to meet every missing kid victim. Strange how I met the second bear-possessing person the exact same way I did the first. Must be something about them both ending up as bears, he joked to himself as he returned the kid’s greeting.

Cassidy crossed her arms when it was her turn to shake Gabe’s hand.

“Right, we already know each other.” The boy backed off, trying and failing to maintain eye contact with her.

Oh, yeah, she’d said something about them being classmates, didn’t she?

“So, what’re you planning on buying with those?” Matthew showed him the metaphorical out from his dicey exchange with Cassidy. From her scrutinizing gaze, he could tell the other boy was walking on eggshells. There was some tension there between the two that he’d rather not get involved in.

Gabriel did the smart thing and stopped minding her.

“Uh, I was thinking of getting one of each. A Springbonnie plush, a mask, figurine, and um, my brother asked me to get him a Fredbear mask, so that too.” A goal that wasn’t as unobtainable as it would’ve appeared at first glance.

“Mhm, yeah, alright- but hey, if you’re gonna have any tickets left don’t be afraid to fork some over to us, poorer people.”

“Actually- tickets that are being counted can’t be shared! You can exchange them before you come to the counter, but once the machine starts counting them, they belong to the person who brought `em.” Virginia proved he did not understand the joke by poking his head out of the pile. Or perhaps he just liked to ruin people’s fun.

Gabe shrugged remorsefully and turned around.

Aww, nice of him to be cool with donating.

It took a considerable amount of time for the entire stack to be consumed, but once it was the boy ordered his toys straight away. Too bad his remaining eight thousand tickets couldn’t be traded.

“…Thank you for asking uncle Henry about the stools…” Ev said to Matthew while they were waiting on Cassidy.

“It was nothing… and I mean, that was a good idea. If anything, you should thank yourself.” Evan didn’t take that to heart from how his lips tightened. Well, Matt would be happy to change the subject if this one was making his friend uncomfortable.

“Want to have a sleepover?”

“Yeah… Wait- what?”

“A- A s- sleepover?” He stumbled over his words, raising his shoulders in embarrassment like he’d spoken out of turn.

Matthew stared down at him in wonder. Evan did the same, unblinking and keeping his hands close to his chest like he was praying. He wanted to pick the younger boy up and hug him like Mari had done. Of all the kids- Evan Afton, the crying child, trusted Matt enough to want to have a sleepover with him. That he was fine and wanted such a thing only served to melt Matt’s heart further. It wasn’t far to say that he thought of the boy as his younger brother… And maybe Ev didn’t think of him that way, but Matthew couldn’t help it. He’d sworn to protect the kid with his life, and the boy had grown on him the past year…

Accepting would be a certified way to get Shadow Freddy’s attention. Imagining what kind of nightmarish hallucinations he’d experience sent shivers down his spine, because of course the Shadow would take advantage of them having a sleepover. That sounded exactly like something it’d do. However, accepting would also mean a whole lot to Evan. He’d gone out of his way to be the one to ask this- he didn’t feel like he was close enough with anybody else. Not even Charlie was this close with him, or at least Ev didn’t regard her as that good of a friend. He was alone and yet he thought of Matt… How could Matthew possibly refuse?

“Sure thing, bud.” And Evan’s beaming smile assured him that it was worth it.

Hope you enjoyed them 8D. Stay tuned and have a good day!

[m5ria]

Chapter 26: The New Acquaintance

“Kylie!” Charlie stands up to greet her. She doesn’t go to meet her.

“Charlie, love!” Kylie shakes her hand. “I’m sorry I couldn’t come any sooner! I had to deal with some... family troubles.”

“No worries!” she quickly says, in contrast with Vaggie’s frown. “I’m happy you’re back. All is well, I assume?”

“Absolutely!” she makes her way... towards me. 

Right, I’m in her seat.

“And who’s this?” she asks, looking at everyone except me. “Actually, don’t tell me! Is it possible to redeem hellhounds now?”

I grit my teeth behind closed lips. 

“This is Diana!” Charlie introduces me. “She came some days after you left. And she’s a sinner, just like you, Kylie.”

“Hello, Diana!” she smiles at me. She tries to pat my head like a dog, but I quickly dodge her hand. “You’re in my seat.”

“Right!” I stand up and offer her the seat. Only to keep standing up, because there’s no other chair. 

“Oh, my!” Charlie realizes this a second too late. “I haven’t expected Kylie’s coming. Let me fetch one for you!”

With a snap of her fingers, a chair materializes next to me. I sit down, slightly uncomfortable by the change of Kylie’s presence instead of Angel’s.

“Great!” Charlie smiles at both of us. “Now we all are here!”

“Bring the food already!” Angel breaks in. “I’m starving!”

With a snap of his fingers, Alastor materializes food. I see that he got the time to use my wild boar. 

“Amazing!” Niffty screams excitedly. “And the man of the house strikes again!”

She’s either too warm-hearted or too naive. I decide not to hold it against her.

“So, Kylie,” Alastor breaks the silence, “what kind of family troubles kept you so... busy.”

“Oh, just the usual bandits and beggars of the Imps,” She shakes her hand in the air like trying to get rid of an annoying mosquito. “They’re insupportable, only trying to get into our trash bins and house. We’ve reported them, but nothing has been done. We eventually had to dispose of them.”

“Oh, no, Kylie!” Charlie replies. “I hope you don’t mean...”

“Relax, Charlie!” she waves her hand. “We simply thought them a lesson.”

Charlie looks far from relaxed.

Kylie turns to me and asks: “How d’you die?”

Everyone is dead silent. The dying question can be quite sensible. Nobody asks it unless you’re close, you’re bargaining or you’re enslaved.

Nobody asked me this, not even Angel, who’s usually so open. But she’s something different. Something I have to be careful about.

“I fell,” I simply answer.

“That I know,” she snickers. “We all fell, didn't we?”

“Ok, then,” I breathe out. “I died from the imminent impact with earth after falling,” I scarcely say. I hear Angel’s snort.

“So, you stumbled or something?”

I grit my teeth behind my closed mouth. I really, really don’t like her. 

“Sure.”

Better this way. She’ll quit asking questions and I won’t have to worry about coming out with a creative story.

“What a stupid way to die!” she moans.

There are no emotions visible on my face. Underneath it, though, a bright fire grows ever so wilder.

“How did you die?” I ask her in return.

“Ha!” she snorts. “Like I’m gonna tell ya!”

It makes me feel immensely stupid as if she tricked me. However, I decide on a different approach.

“Too shameful, then?” I wonder.

“Nah,” she waves her hand, but I can see her sickness. “More like it’s none of ya goddamn business.”

“Ok,” I turn to my plate. When I see it empty, I grab a piece of meat. I peek at Husk looking extremely pissed off.

Same, my friend. Same.

“So, how have things been lately?” Kylie asks no one in particular. “Besides the unexpected new visitor’s arrival.”

Visitor. Ha.

“Like usual,” Vaggie answers. “Maybe a little more peaceful.”

“Oh, Vaggie, how I missed your child humor!” Kylie laughs. “Oh, is that a tattoo I’m seeing?”

Vaggie makes a slight effort to cover it with her hair.

“So sweet!” Kylie’s voice jumps two octaves. “Is this how the girls’ night out went? Is that why Angel looks like a Hollywood actress?”

“Yeah, I do,” Angel agrees, pleased with her compliment. “Thank you!” his voice is ironic. Then, he looks accusatory to the demons sitting on the opposite side of the table: “Are ya blind or what?”

Husk gives an irritated growl, while Alastor only responds: 

“Ah, fret not, my dear! Fear not the darkness, for my vision is clear, and I see reality with utmost lucidity!”

“Geez, Smiles,” Angel rolls his eyes. “Someone gimme a dictionary so I can understand what the fuck you just said!” 

“Verily, a dictionary shan't mend your befuddled mind!” Alastor chuckles to himself.

“Is this the Happy Hotel or what?” Angel gestures with his lower hand. “What shoulda a guy do to get a little appreciation?”

I stare at Angel offended, but he has eyes only for the male demons. Husk, mostly.

“I say Ms. Angel looks fabulous!” Niffty jumps in, to Angel’s satisfaction. “Every day that goes, it is even harder for me to pick you up and add you to my personal spider collection!”

 “Ya what??”

Niffty smiles hungrily at the arachnid demon. I fear she’s more sinister than I was left to believe.

“Niffty,” Ren sighs, “stop objectifying every demon you see.”

“I can’t help it!” she cheers up, her only eye shining. “It’s so fun!”

Ren sighs, while Kylie turns to me. 

“Whatcha did, wolfie?”

I fantasize about biting her hand off. Instead, I ask her confused: “What?”

“Today,” she explains as if to an eight-year-old child. “Like, before my awesome arrival, of course!”

She analyzes me as if trying to spot anything that might be new. Or any imperfection.

“Guess.”

“How?” she rolls her eyes exasperated. “I’ve never seen ya before.”

“Then I guess... I’m sorry,” I shrug, stuffing a big piece of meat in my mouth. 

I don’t care about her annoyed grumbling that follows my words. Nor the catching-up talk in which Kylie shines with self-importance. I eat in silence while occasionally glancing at the others, studying their postures. About half the table is completely uninterested, while the other plays pretend.

“Uhm, hello!” Kylie shouts all of a sudden in my ear. “I’m speakin’ to ya.”   

I wasn’t listening, but I don’t want her to know it. Instead, I swallow lastly and bluntly say: “I know.”

“Al, darling!” she turns to the Radio Demon. “Haven’t you had the chance to teach her some manners? It seems she’s been here for a while.”

“Ah, I’m afraid I haven’t had the opportunity to teach her anything!”

I stare at Alastor sideways. Is he saying I haven’t learned anything from him? Or is he covering our deal? 

“Pity,” she turns to me. “I recommend taking notes from this gentleman. You might be able to pick something useful, such as the clothing choice.”

“Hey!” Angel comes to my rescue. “I chose those for her.” Or maybe in his defense.

“What?” she asks marveled. “Isn’t she capable to choose fer herself?”

I inhale hard, eyeing a pea on my plate.

“Kylie!” Charlie warns her. “Please, could you stop criticizing Diana? It’s dinnertime.”

“Charlie, love, I’m only curious about the newest resident!”

“Curiosity killed the cat,” Ren speaks up. Unfortunately.

“So, you mean to say that curiosity killed ya?” Kylie asks them. Then, she turns to Husk and gestures with her finger a line between the two: “Is that why you two are cats?”

“Missy,” Husk barely looks at her, “do not pry in everyone’s business and we’ll not pry in yours.”

Damn, Husk.

I continue to eat while the others engage in Kylie’s conversation. On occasions, she turns to me to belittle me even more, but I ignore her.

When we finish, I get up and leave the dining room as fast as I can without raising attention to myself. The less Kylie sees how much she has disturbed me, the better.

A hot shower should do the trick for my nerves. 

I teleport outside my room, only to bump into something. Someone.

All my hopes dissipate when the Radio Demon smiles down at me.

“Oi!?” I ask him irked.

“Ho ho ho!” he looks at me predatory. “Your next task starts now!”

A/N: Hi, guys!

I just wanted to say how sorry I am for this 3-week delay. I had the biggest writer's block I've ever experienced and absolutely no inspiration.

I've realized that writing this story for me is more than trying to attend to each publishing date. For this reason, I'll say that these kinds of delays may be more frequent. I want to give you the best I've got, but I can't rush myself anymore. I am sorry for the lack of news on my part.

Thank you so much for your patience and support! It literally means the world to me!

Love,

~ ria

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yessss for karl?! omg yess please pleas please can you write a dom step sis! reader ruining innocent stepbro! karl!!

like she teases him and he just isn’t experienced at all and she just fucking destroys him, wanking him until the sensitive little bunny is crying and begging to stop from overstimulation

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Title: Silly Boy

Warnings: !TW: STEPCEST!, NSFW (Minors DNI), cursing, corruption ig, blackmail, degrading, teasing, humiliation, penis degrading, small penis, overstimulation

Pronouns: She/her Afab

Synopsis: The reader dominates Karl and knocks him down a peg.

Word count: 2k

Note: If this type of content offends you in any way then please just ignore it, I have tons of other content on my page that isn't stepcest content and you're able to blockout any stepcest content by blocking the 'tw sepcest' or 'stepcest cw' tag <3

- This prolly isn't what u wanted but I thought of this and wanted to write it! also this hasn't been proofread and it hasn't been edited at all!

*Btw Veruca Salt is a spoiled kid that gets everything she wants, from Charlie and the chocolate factory.

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Your eyes glared down at the younger boy, towering over him to show dominance "S-sis, what're you doing?" Karl asked "Trying to scare you, is it working?" you leaned down and kept eye contact with the stammering boy "u-um not really.." he stuttered out "then why're you stuttering over your words? You're obviously intimidated." you placed your hands on your hips.

"Well why're you trying to intimidate me? I'm just trying to read this book!" he groaned "Because someone has to knock you down a peg, you think just because you're younger that you can get everything you want? Well not if I can help it!" you were furious by the boy.

"What're you on about? What've I done to you?" Karl asked worriedly "You've been asking for a whole lot this week, veruca salt!" you threw your arms in the air and started pacing around him and his chair "What? Like what?" Karl was utterly confused "You've been asking for non-stop rides to your friends houses, and you've been leaving your laundry around for mother to do!" you cross your arms.

"You're overreacting!" Karl complained "Oh I'm not done! You've also been taking money from mom's purse!" you called him out "What- how did you know about that??" Karl immediately became tense "Oh you look so stressed dear brother, just relax- don't worry... I'm not gonna tell her-" Karl sighed in relief "Oh thank god" and got cut off by you finishing your sentence "-If you promise to be a good brother and listen to what your stepsister says!" you finished.

"WHAT? No way! I'm telling mom and dad!" He began to stand up but you pushed him back down "Oh no no no, you're gonna tell them what? That you stole the $200 that mom presumed was stolen by a thief? You gonna explain that to her after she already called authorities and had someone sent to jail?" you spat venom at him.

"You're evil!" Karl shouted "Me? Evil? I'm not the thief here" you grinned mischievously "Although I could be- if you don't wanna have to do everything I say then just give me something precious you own" you held your hand out expectantly "What am I supposed to give you? My soul?" Karl questioned "If you can bare to part with it then yes" you gave a mean smile in response to his sarcasm.

"I have literally nothing!" Karl exclaimed "You have your phone" you suggested "Dad would kill me if he found out I'd given it away!" He shouted "he'd kill you if he found out about that money too" you reminded him "I- I could give you... I'll let you date one of my friends!" Karl smiled nervously as he hoped you'd agree "What friends? You're a nerd, no one would want to be friends with you" snickered.

"S-Sapnap! He's strong, he loves animals, he has big muscles!" Karl said "The brute with dark hair? He's cute but not my type" you yawned "U-m.. Quackity?" a bead of sweat dropped down his face "He's super cool, really funny!" Karl was starting to worry as he was already running out of friends to pair you with "No.. My type is nerdy boys that I can dominate, ones that get nervous a lot and stutter over their sentences" you hinted.

"Oh- like Wilbur? I'm not really his friend but I can try something!!" Karl wasn't getting the hint "No, I was thinking more specifically towards someone like you." you finally told him "M-me? But I'm your brother!" Karl was in disbelief "Step-brother. And I don't really like you, I just think that you're pitiful and if you're gonna be selling someone's body to me in exchange to keep your secrets safe than it may as well be yours." you explained.

"But- Well- I've never done that before!" he put his hands up defensively "Well obviously, who would want to touch a greasy nerd like you?" you sighed. "Well- No, that's wrong!" he shook his head "Well I'm not gonna make you, just give me something else then and I'll be on my way" you told him. Karl looked down at his feet for a moment as he mulled over what was happening and what decision he was gonna make.

Karl lifted his head and made eye contact with you "Okay." he replied "Okay what? Okay you're gonna give me something?" you asked "No- I mean- okay I'm gonna give you my body" he mumbled quietly "Gonna need to speak up, can't hear you over the sound of our parents crying over having such a disappointing child" you ridiculed him.

"I'll give you my body, damnit!" he yelled "hey- quiet down, our parents are only just down stairs!" you made him shut up. "Whatever" he leaned back in his chair and slumped down "Karl. You need to give me your full consent, you can't just go 'yea whatever' and expect me to be fine with that!" you furrowed your eyebrows "Why?? What- do you need me to beg you for it?!" he was getting aggravated.

"Actually yes, I do" you decided to torment him a little bit "Big sis, please please please fuck this desperate loser" he put his hands together to make a praying gesture as he mocked you "That's more like it, runt." you grabbed his chin and forced him to face you "We can stop at any time, if you choose not to speak up then that'll be your fault" you made sure he was fully aware that he had a say even though he wasn't in control.

"Thanks. Now- how do we?" Karl was now confused on what you were gonna do, and he was having some type of delusion that he was gonna be the one in charge dominating you. "I think I'm just gonna have some fun by jerking you off, is that okay bunny?" you teased "W-what do you mean you're gonna jerk me off?" Karl asked nervously "I'm gonna stroke your dick, never done that before?" you bullied him.

"N-no, never even thought about it.." his face became red and flushed, you slowly slid onto his lap and straddled his leg "No? You haven't? Are you lying to your big sister? That's not very nice you know, Mom always told me that you shouldn't lie (Unless it's to your dad) " Karl glanced away from you and tried to hide his face "Aw you can tell me the truth, I'm a good listener after all!" you encouraged him "I haven't.." he persisted.

"Well then let me introduce you to the pleasure that is being jerked off, slide your pants down" you instructed "What? Do I have to.." he was clearly embarrassed "No. I guess I could just palm you through your pants" you shrugged. Karl sighed in relief and let out a small breath, tilting his head back in the chair and waiting for you to do what you wanted.

Your hand dipped between his legs, your palm rubbing his growing bulge "H-Hey that feels weird" he told you "So what? You want me to stop?" he shut his mouth, encouraging you to keep palming him. "This would feel a lot better if you let your cock free, instead your trapping it in your tight pants and strangling it.." you frowned "F-fine.." Karl blushed as he slowly pulled his pants down.

You watched in delight as he released his penis "Oh is this what you were worried about?" you stared down at it "O-Oh god-" Karl felt humiliated and went to put it away but you stopped him "It's cute.. I wouldn't expect a nerd's penis to be big anyways" you told him. Karl's little cock twitched at your words, moving slightly on its own "oh. my. god. You LIKE when I'm mean to you! That's why you never argue back! It all makes sense now.." Karl looked down to avert eye contact.

"That's perfect Karl, you love when I'm mean to you- and I love to make fun of you! Win Win!" you felt a small rush of excitement. Your hand wrapped around his cock which forced a choked out moan from him, his hands moving to cover his face "you're acting quite rude Karl. Look at your big sister when she's talking to you!" you ordered.

Karl slowly revealed his face, revealing how much pleasure he was having. "F-Feel's weird, let go!" he ushered you to let go of his penis, even though his body disagreed; his hips bucking up into your hand to help finish him off "Trust your big sister." you said as you continued to pump your hand around his cock. "Fuck! Fuck you!" Karl's whole body shuddered as he was having an orgasm, his penis twitching in your hand.

"Wow Karl, that was rude." you huffed and narrowed your eyes, your hand still lingering on his crotch "A-are you done now?" Karl panted as he was trying to catch his breath "Done? I've barely even started!" you laughed maniacally as you began to slowly stroke him again "Ah- no no no, that's too much!" Karl whined. "You want me to stop?" you asked him "Yes!" he exclaimed so you let go and pulled away "What?" Karl was confused and a bit upset "Hm? What is it?" you asked "You're just.. done?" he looked saddened.

"You told me to stop!" you explained "yeah but.. I didn't really mean it.." Karl's cheeks were dusted red "Well come back here then" you grabbed his hips and forced him back down onto his chair. Karl was already eager and bucking his hips up against you, your hand grabbed him again and started to jerk him off "Ah!- Ah-" Karl tried to keep quiet but couldn't help the escaped noises that came out.

You placed your free hand over his mouth to try and muffle his moans, his voice vibrating against your hand "You can never be quiet! Always have something to say, don't you?" you rolled your eyes at him. Karl clenched his eyes shut and tapped the chair repeatedly with his hand to let you know he was ready to cum again, you let him release his load yet again but you didn't remove your hand.

"A-Again?? I can only take so much.." Karl whimpered and whined "You're feeling this way already? But I've only just started!" You frowned "Well I guess I can give you a break now but there won't be any breaks later on when our parents go out to dinner." you stood up and got off him. "T-Thanks.." Karl huffed "For what?" you asked "Thanks for um- pleasuring me?" you scoffed and walked back to your room, ready to return at night time when you had Karl all to yourself.

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*guys lemme know if u want a part 2 bc I could certainly make one of the reader x karl at night time after their parents have left.

[stargazer-sims]

Eden: I’m so glad this day is nearly over.

Nikolai: It’s been an eventful day for you.

Eden: For all of us. You showed up, and Charlie literally landed his dream job, and I don’t have to worry about Mr. Nishijima any more. That’s like, a lot of stuff to have emotions about all in the same day.

Nikolai: I guess it’s no surprise you’re so tired, then.

Eden: What about you? You must be exhausted from travelling and then everything that happened at the rink.

Nikolai: I’ll be all right. What happened at the rink wasn’t great, but I think it was harder on you than it was on me. I wish it’d gone better, but I’d say we did okay in the circumstances.

Eden: Are you really gonna try to meet with Mr. Nishijima again?

Nikolai: I need to. I have to catch up and find out what went wrong at your first competition this season, so we can get you ready for the next one.

Eden: Okay, but I don’t like the idea of you having to be around him at all.

Nikolai: I’m not thrilled by the idea myself, but it’ll be fine. I can hold my own.

Eden: I know. I just wish you didn’t have to. You wouldn’t have to if it weren’t for me.

Nikolai: We're not assigning blame, remember? We're acknowledging what happened, and we're only looking forward from today.

Eden: I like that. It's positive.

Nikolai: We thrive on positivity.

Eden: We do.

Nikolai: I'm very proud of you, Eden. I know you were scared to talk to Mr. Nishijima, but you showed a lot of maturity and you handled it like a pro.

Eden: But... I cried. Like, how mature and professional is that? I don't know if I've ever cried as much as I have today. It's kinda embarrassing.

Nikolai: It's okay. Crying when you're scared doesn't make you any less mature or professional. You handled it a lot better than I did, honestly.

Eden: I don't know. I think you held it together pretty well for how you were feeling. I could tell you were mad. Did you like, secretly want to grab him and shake him?

Nikolai: *laughing* I’ll bet you wouldn’t be the least bit shocked if I told you I did. It's kind of uncanny, how well we know each other.

Eden: Yeah, but in a cool way. I like that you know me so well. The only person in the world who knows me better than you do is Charlie.

Nikolai: I’d say the same about Natascha. She’s the only one who knows me better than you do.

Eden: Must be a twin thing, ‘cause sometimes our sister doesn’t get me and Charlie at all.

Nikolai: Natascha and I don’t have any other siblings, so I don’t know.

Eden: Is it difficult, being away from her? Your twin?

Nikolai: It Is, but we’re used to being apart at this point in our lives. We’ve both followed our own paths, and they didn’t always take us in the same direction.

Eden: Oh.

Nikolai: You and Charlie have never been apart, have you?

Eden: Never for more than a few days or a week at a time. What am I going to do when he goes on tour with the band?

Nikolai: I wish I could tell you there’s an easy answer to that question. It’ll be a challenge, but you’ll get through it. I’ll be here with you, so you won’t be alone, and you’ll still be able to call and text Charlie every day.

Eden: It won’t be the same.

Nikolai: No, it won’t, but you’re starting to learn that life is full of change, aren’t you? And the more life experience you get, you’re going to learn that change isn’t always a bad thing.

Eden: But, what if I don’t want things to change?

Nikolai: It’s inevitable. You can’t stop it. Don’t worry, though. Everything’s not going to change, and the changes that do happen aren’t going to happen all at once.

Eden: Kolya, why does growing up have to be so hard?

Nikolai: Because we wouldn’t learn anything if it was too easy.

Eden: *sighing* I guess.

Nikolai: Know what I think?

Eden: What?

Nikolai: I think you’re doing a good job of growing up so far, and I also think you don’t need to have it all figured out tonight. Why don’t you rest, and if you still want to talk, we can talk about something else?

Eden: Like what?

Nikolai: Anything you want.

Eden: Can you tell me a story instead? Or just talk about whatever, so I can listen? I missed hearing your voice and being close to you.

Nikolai: Me too.

Eden: You know, that’s one thing I don’t mind about growing up. Nobody loses their mind and starts accusing grownups of bad stuff when they decide they want to be close. It’s… *yawning*

Nikolai: *smiling* I think your light is fading for the day, my sunshine. Go to sleep now, okay? I’ll come up with something to talk about until you fall asleep.

Eden: Tell me about your trip. Did it feel like an adventure? Or did it just feel like you’d be on planes forever and you’d never get here? I wanna know all about it.

Nikolai: I did feel like I was going to be on planes forever, but you know what it felt like the most? You know that feeling you get when you’ve misplaced something important to you, and you search and search for it, and just at the point where you’re about to give up hope of ever finding it again, there it is? Finally getting here and stepping into that rink today and seeing you on the ice… that’s what it felt like. Like… seeing the sun come out after weeks of steady rain.

[wormstacheangel]

Suptober Day 2: No Vacancy

wc: 1.1k tags: mutual pining, my beloved <3

It’s all the same thing. Motel after motel, they all said the same thing, no vacancy. Over and over, they mocked the too-tired hunters who just wanted a bed, any bed at the moment. Then, finally, Dean didn’t care anymore. He just wanted somewhere to rest his head that wasn’t his overly cramped car.

“Dean, just pull into the hotel.” Sam pointed at the big building that stood lakeside with a beautiful mountain view.

“Dude, even with Charlie’s magical card, I know it’s gonna be too much.” Dean talked while pulling into the hotel parking lot. Dean stopped out front and gave his wallet to Sam, “Just get whatever they have available. The kid’s neck is gonna hurt if he keeps sleeping like that.”

Dean motions to the back seat, where Jack sleeps on Cas’s shoulder.

“Got it.” Sam carefully closed the door behind him to make sure not to wake him before he headed inside.

The car was silent for a moment before Cas asked, “The lake looks beautiful. Maybe I’ll take a walk while you all rest.”

“Just don’t go exploding in it.” Dean tried to joke, but it came out too bitter, and he winced away from Cas’s gaze in the rearview mirror.

“I was just thinking of a nice stroll, actually. Maybe skip some stones if I get really bored waiting for you to wake up.” Cas kept his voice even, casual, and Dean was thankful. “But I’ll happily wait. For you.”

Dean looked back at the mirror, only for Cas to look away suddenly.

Cas cleared his throat, his head turning to hide his face into Jack’s sweat-covered hair. “To wake up. I’ll wait for you to wake up.”

Dean felt the warmth grow in his chest as the hope crumbled again. “Yeah. Yeah, course.”

Silence filled the cabin. The only noise was Dean’s constant finger drumming and muffled noise around them. So when Dean saw Sam walk back, giving them a thumbs-up, he felt relief—watching his brother get back in the car and point at where they should park.

“They only gave us one room, but it has two queens and a pullout couch.” They walked back to the hotel, duffle bags swung over their shoulders, while Sam explained the gist. “Figured we give one bed to Jack, and we can play for the other.”

“I can take the couch.” Jack insisted, but Dean waved his words away.

“No way. You used way too much mojo last hunt. You need the rest.” So they all cramped up the elevator and headed to the fifth floor. Sam apparently got them a nice view. It was the only room available apparently, coincidentally it was also really expensive. “I’ll take the couch.”

“No arguments here.” Sam was the first one out of the elevator, and they all followed him until they got to their room. “Wow.”

Dean whistled. “Shit. We should do hotels more often.”

“It actually smells clean,” Cas commented in disbelief--the brothers both took a deep inhale and gave each other an approving glace--while Jack pushed ahead to fall into one of the beds.

“Dude, it has a small kitchen.” Sam dropped his stuff on the other bed next to Jack before gently patting Jack’s leg. “Take a shower first. You’ll feel better.”

Dean walked over to the couch and quickly took out to the bed as Cas and Sam tried to convince Jack to shower. Dean didn’t look up as he took out his pajamas. He simply cleared his throat to get the kid’s attention before saying, “Jack. Shower. Go.”

Jack groaned, kicking his legs off the bed, and headed to the bathroom. Dean gave his brother and Cas a smug look while they rolled their eyes back at him.

They were all soon clean and tucked into bed. Even the damn couch mattress was better than any motel. And yet, Dean didn’t sleep.

He thought he was going to pass out as soon as his head hit the pillow but instead, Instead, he felt like he finally got the energy to drive them the rest of the night home. There was no noise to keeping him awake or an annoying, blinking light in his eyes. Nope. This is the most comfortable he has been in days, yet all he can think about is Cas sitting on the balcony, reading a book under the moonlight.

Dean could see the angel from where he lay in bed and didn’t want to miss the exciting moment when Cas licked his finger to turn a page. A habit he picked up from God knows where and while Dean would have found it disgusting if anyone else had done that, he was mesmerized by the way Cas’s tongue poked out to wet his finger.

In the glowing moonlight, Dean thought he could find the courage to say something. Anything.

“Staring is rude.” Cas’s voice is low, and yet it still made Dean jump out of his skin. “Or so I have been told.”

He didn’t look up from his book, and yet Dean could hear the amusement in his voice. Cas was teasing him.

Dean got up from his cocoon of blankets-- course, they got extras-- and headed outside to join the wide awake angel.

“Thought you were gonna take a walk.” Dean leaned against the door frame with his hands shoved into his sweatpants pockets. Watching as Cas looked up from his book with a small smile.

“I may still do that. But I also wanted to enjoy the view.” Cas motioned towards the mountains and the lake that shinned with the moon’s glow. He shut his book, watching Dean as he moved closer to the balcony but didn’t dare go to the edge. It was quiet again, but this time it was comfortable.

“I also figured,” Cas got up from his seat to join Dean. He was copying his stance while brushing their arms together. “That maybe you would be a little worried if I left. But I could be wrong.”

Dean could feel the warmth run up his face because he wasn’t wrong, Cas and lakes were never a good combination. But, instead of answering, Dean gently nudged Cas with his elbow. Not looking at him while stepping a little closer. It was cold out there; it made sense to huddle up.

They stood looking at the view for a while until Cas wrapped his coat around Dean’s shoulders. Until Dean felt his friend supported his whole body weight. Until Dean felt arms practically carry him inside, holding him until morning came. Hearing whispers as fingers gently touch his skin. So carefully like he does when he flips a page of his favorite book.

“You’re worth waiting for.” Dean wasn’t sure if he felt lips on his head, but he tugged the blanket of warmth closer. “Go to sleep, Dean. I’ll be here when you wake.”

His hands didn’t loosen their grip. Knowing damn well, this hotel was worth every penny if he finally got to sleep like this.

[angelst4re]

after 3/4 months gone on tour, jamie’s come back is not what he expected, their twins still obviously love him but he feels having miss a lot of their growing and he’s super sad and cries

this is so cute!!! i love writing about the twins :)

Returns- Dad Jamie x Reader

୨♡୧ warnings: none :)

୨♡୧ note: JAMIE'S GOING TO BE ON JIMMY FALLON TONIGHT!!! i don't know where to watch it in the uk though... i'm gonna have to do some searching!

“Daddy?” Charlie’s head turned towards the door, watching as Jamie tried his best to come in quietly to surprise his family. 

“Ah! You caught me!” Jamie chuckles, leaving his suitcases by the door and crouching down as his son runs into his arms, “how have you been, little man?” 

“Good. I’ve missed you!” 

“I’ve missed you too, you’ve grown so much!” 

“So have you!” Charlie giggles. 

“I haven’t seen you in so long, how’s school? Do you like it?” 

“Yes, it’s so fun!”

“That’s great, I wish I could’ve been there for your first day. How’s Belle? Does she like school?” 

“Yeah, I think so-”

“Belle’s sleeping at the moment, she hasn’t been feeling too well.” You say, walking down the hallway on your way to hug Jamie. “None of us have whilst you’ve been gone.” You murmur. 

“I’m sorry, you know how much I wish I could take you all with me! But it’s easier like this.”

“I know, love.” You tell him, “but it’s only for a couple more months, then you’ll be home for good.”

“Exactly, I hate having to leave you all, I really do, darling.”

“But it’s your job,” Charlie points out. “That’s why we see you on the TV!”

Jamie slowly turned his face to you, his eyebrows raised. 

“Okay! I might have let them watch something whilst you were gone… but they missed you! What else was I supposed to do?” You confess, Jamie chuckles. 

“You could’ve just called me.”

“But the time’s different where you film!” Said Belle, running into the living room in her pyjamas, teddy bear in hand. 

“I know, my love!” Jamie frowned, pulling his daughter into a hug, “you’ve also grown so much! God- Gosh! I’ve only been gone for a few months!”

Belle giggles, wiggling her way up onto the sofa next to Jamie. 

“I’ve missed you so much, daddy. Nobody at school believes me when I say you’re famous!”

“Don’t they?” Jamie gasps, “well, why don’t we prove them wrong tomorrow! I’ll take you both to school… in the big car.”

“Really?!” Charlie’s eyes light up. 

“Yep!” 

“Yay!”

“I love you, daddy!” Belle grins, hugging her father, “never leave again!” 

You could’ve sworn you saw a single tear roll down your husband’s cheek as his children hugged him, it’s like he had never been gone. 

—————————♡—————————

You lied in the bath, actually being able to relax for the first time in months as Jamie read the twins bedtime stories and tucked them in. They seemed to be attached to his side since he returned- however, you didn’t mind this. 

“Y/n?” Jamie calls out from the bedroom.

“I’m in the bath, dear.”

“Oh, okay. I just wanted to ask-”

“You can come in,” you chuckle, watching as the door slowly opens. “They really love you, I don’t know why you think they don’t.” 

“I just feel terrible, y/n. Leaving them for as long as I do, leaving you.” He sighs, tears beginning to fill his eyes, “they’ve grown up so much, and I haven’t been here to see it. I feel awful.” 

“But they know you’ll always be back, they get so excited when I tell them their dad’s coming home!”

“But they shouldn’t have to, it.. It’s not fair. I should be here all the time! It’s not fair on you, love, having to look after them all the time.”

“Hey, it doesn’t bother me, okay? I’m fine with it.” You tell him with a smile, reaching your hand out to him. He takes your hand and you rub your thumb over his knuckles, “don’t worry about it, okay, darling?”

He smiles and nods his head, his hand leaving yours to run through your hair

“Do you want to get in?” You ask, “it’s a pretty big bath!”

[hvbris]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐄 & 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐄: @imjustanauthor​ from: you’re not gonna tell me where we’re going ?

Really, it was debatable whether Charlie should be driving at all. The doctor had given him the all clear but, well, it would hardly be the first thing the medical professionals had been wrong about. So far, at least, he had managed to get back to it without incident, and therefore he was not worried as he dragged Clarice out in the car with him.

"Does it matter where we're going?" That was a stupid question. Of course it mattered. If the shoe were on the other foot, Charlie would be asking the exact same question.

The problem was, he wasn't taking her anywhere important. It wasn't work-related at all. Charlie didn't think that he was wasting her time, though! After all, what else would she be doing with her weekend? Tracking down her vanishing cannibal? That could wait for a day. In fact, he'd even repay her for her time by helping her with it, if she wanted!

"Okay, so you're a girl, right? My ex-wife, Amy - lovely lady, really - has finally agreed to let me have Tilly - that's my daughter - stay with me overnight for the first time since, you know." He motioned to the scar on his forehead with one hand. "Now Tilly, she wants to do all the girly sleepover stuff. Hair, nails, movie - that sort of thing. So! We're going shopping! I need nail polish, and pretty hair accessories, and I don't know what else. You can help, right?"

Charlie was rambling, but he was clearly excited. He really wanted to ensure that his daughter had a good time and, in his wisdom, he'd decided that Clarice was the best person to help him with that.

Girly sleepover stuff? Clarice looked at Charlie, blinking silently. She wasn’t exactly aware of whatever meant “girly sleepover stuff”. Growing up in an orphanage didn't offer many opportunities for sleepovers. Besides, what did girls enjoy doing nowadays? She had no idea! Clarice lived in cheap off the rack power suits in the desperate hope of pretending she wasn’t some hick from the depth of Virginia. 

“Yes, Charlie,” she articulated slowly, “I suppose I’m a girl. A 30 year old girl.” Eyebrows were raised to punctuate her words. A 30 years old girl who bought cheap perfume and second-hand shoes and mall makeup. Even now, that she made a decent living. Force of habits.

“Don’t worry, I’ll help,” she still replied. Charlie was just trying to be a good dad, and that brought up strange and painful emotions in her. For a short second, she thought of her dad, whose face had slowly faded away from her memory. Nothing but a tall silhouette in a cowboy’s hat.

He sounded so excited, she ended up cracking a smile herself. “Back home, I’d have taken you to the mall,” she said, “but here, you’re gonna have to take me to whatever pink sparkly store you can find. We can get some makeup and hair accessories, yes.” Truth was, she was going to be improvising as much as him, but that was alright. It could only be fun, right? 

[nebulablakemurphy]

Total Eclipse Of The Heart (Part 4)

Jacob Black x Fem!Vampire!Swan!Reader

Summary: Jacob Black, alpha of his pack, would never fall in love with a bloodsucker, much less imprint on one. The problem is that Y/N Swan was human…until she wasn’t anymore.

Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

“Alright, cheese on three.” Charlie says, positioning the camera at his daughters and their prom dates. “Jacob, Edward, hands where I can see ‘em.”

“Don’t shoot.” Jacob wiggles his fingers to show that they are appropriately placed, for now.

“I assure you Chief Swan, Bella is in good hands.” Edward replies.

“Nobody likes a brown noser.” Jacob grumbles and Y/N elbows him in the ribs. “Ah!”

Charlie smiles proudly, “that’s my girl.”

“Come on Dad,” Bella sighs, “we’re gonna be late.”

“That’s my other girl,” the man says under his breath. “One, two, three.”

“Cheese,” Y/N grins.

Jacob beside her smiles like he swallowed the sun.

They are together and safe.

Bella’s mouth is twisted into a smirk and even Edward looks happy.

“That’s one for the grandkids.” Billy remarks from his chair.

Charlie murmurs something inaudible.

“Didn’t quite catch that.” Y/N cups a hand around her ear.

Charlie’s face softens. “You both look beautiful, that’s all.”

Bella flushes, not used to taking compliments.

The Y/H/C moves forward, pecking her father’s cheek.

Charlie rubs his fingers over the skin she touched, ice cold. But he doesn’t question it. Not so long as she’s here.

“Have a great time.” Billy waves the young lovers away.

“We will,” Jacob calls as they head for the door.

———————————————————————

Prom is nice. Returning to any kind of normal is nice. But it fades like a photograph left out in the sun.

Jacob is gone a lot, his responsibility to the pack is ever growing. At night he is exhausted. Climbing through Y/N’s bedroom window to sleep with her chilled frame pressed up against him.

“Baby,” Jacob murmurs in his sleep, “my baby.” His hold on her tightens.

“I’m here,” Y/N whispers; tracing the line between his worried brows. “I love you, Jacob.”

“Luh you,” he sighs, then let’s out a loud snore.

Y/N chuckles to herself, head resting on his chest. Listening to the sound of his beating heart, the peaceful intake of breath.

So perfect, so warm, so alive.

A finger draws patterns on his skin, allowing him to sleep until morning. Which comes all too soon.

She’s lonely then, in a way she never has been before. Jealousy pangs in her chest, seeing the ease with which Bella is adjusting to the world of mythical creatures. Taking confident strides where Y/N stumbles. Almost like Bella was made for this.

Made for Edward in every way. Her scent appealing, her temperature enticing, her mind a fortress like none other.

“Happy Birthday Bella!” Y/N sings, as the brunette creeps down the stairs for school.

Charlie had apparently beat her to it, Bella is already holding a new scrap book and camera.

“Thanks,” Bella clicks the button and a flash snaps at their sister.

Y/N is wearing an oversized flannel shirt that the Bella assumes to be Jacob’s. Not a hair out of place, too painfully beautiful to be human.

Bella envies that more than she will ever admit. Y/N will never get any older. Frozen in time, just like Edward.

“So Alice called. Said they’re having a party for you tonight.” This is news to Bella. “They invited me and my plus one.”

“You and Jake should come.” Bella encourages, maybe they can cut through some of their tension with the Cullens. “It’ll be fun.”

“House full of vampires sounds like fun to you?” Y/N scrunches her nose.

“One human, a werewolf and several vampires.” Bella ticks off on her fingers. “What could do wrong?”

Y/N sighs, “I’ll text Jacob.”

His reply comes during geometry, ‘what should I wear?’

‘Well, Alice gave me a blue dress that I’m required to wear.’ Y/N taps at the keyboard, pressing send with a roll of her eyes.

‘Required?’ The phone hums almost immediately.

‘No shirt, no shoes, no service.’ Y/N smiles at her come back. Then adds, ‘meet me at my house after school. I’m making Bella a cake and I need someone to taste test.’

‘I’m so there!’ Jacob would never turn down food. ‘I’ll find a shirt.’

———————————————————————

“Hey,” Alice opens the Cullen’s door for Y/N and Jacob. “You look great! I knew that dress was perfect.”

“Thanks,” Y/N runs her hands over the front of the silky material.

Alice leans in for a hug, surprising Y/N.

“Oh,” Y/N pats her back awkwardly.

“I can take that.” Jasper extends a hand to Jacob.

“Sure, yeah.” Jacob shrugs, allowing the vampire to take the chocolate cake and wrapped presents.

They reek worse than Y/N.

“Is the birthday girl here?” Y/N takes a tentative step inside.

“She’s changing upstairs,” Alice squeals in excitement. “Come on,” she grabs Y/N’s hand, leading her through the hallway into the living room.

Jacob hesitates in the entry way, the pixie’s blonde counterpart making eyes at him.

“You’re uncomfortable,” Jasper says.

“That’s an understatement.”

“You worry about her.”

“Kinda my job.”

Jasper pauses, looking him up and down. “There’s pain here. Helplessness.”

“Can you bloodsuckers stay out of my head for five minutes?” Jacob snaps.

“I’m not in your head.” Jasper half smirks, “it radiates off you.”

“Perfect, great.” Jacob hates it here. “Can we go now?”

“She’s happy. Here with you and Bella and us.” The vampire stops him. “But she worries too.”

“I better-“ Jacob jerks his thumb in the direction that Y/N and Alice have disappeared.

Jasper lets him pass, “of course.”

Bella joins them after a moment, dazzled by the scene before her. The music is soft in the background, smiling faces gaze up at her. All pale and beautiful. Jacob stands out like a sore thumb.

“Happy Birthday!” Alice pounces on her first, gifts at the ready. Even from Rosalie, who is less than thrilled to be celebrating.

“Uh thanks.” Bella accepts the parcel, opening it to peek inside.

“It’s a necklace,” Rosalie spoils the surprise. “Alice picked it out.”

“Cool,” Bella shakes it off.

“I made you a cake,” Y/N offers. “It’s chocolate, used to be your favorite. I don’t know-“

“That’s perfect!” Bella wasn’t expecting cake at all. “You didn’t have to go to the trouble. You know, since I’m the only one who eats.”

“Hey, that’s not true.” Jacob reminds her. “I licked the bowl Bells, it’s amazing.”

“We should sing,” Esme smiles. It’s been a long time since they’ve seen a birthday.

“No, please don’t.” A blush burns on Bella’s cheeks.

“Too late,” Edward whispers, sympathetically.

The candles are placed and lit at inhuman speed.

“Happy birthday to you,” Y/N leads the choir.

“Happy birthday to you.” The Cullens chime in.

“Happy birthday dear Bella,” the brunette turns her face into Edward’s shoulder.

“Happy birthday to you.”

“Make a wish.” Edward kisses the top of her head.

Bella does, closing her eyes as she blows out the candles. She wishes things could stay like this.

They dance, Bella and Jake eat cake. Everyone gets along, it’s better than any of them thought possible. Maybe, just maybe, this can work. Maybe it can be this easy.

“Alright, we’ve got a shit ton more presents and the human needs her beauty rest.” Emmett announces, a heap of boxes in his arms.

“Get to work Bella,” Y/N smiles.

Bella shakes her head, “I can’t accept all of this.”

“You absolutely can,” Edward argues.

“Which one’s from you?” Bella asks her sister.

“Start with this one.” Y/N plucks a small box from the pile. “It’s not perfect, but Jacob is teaching me.”

“She’s being modest,” Jacob counters, “cranked that one out in twenty minutes.”

Bella wonders what it could be. Peeling back the wrapping she finds a silver bracelet with a hand carved wooden ‘B’ hanging in the center. “This is beautiful.” She marvels, holding it up into the light.

“You like it?” Y/N asks.

“I love it.” Bella sighs, “thank you. Can you help me put it on?”

Y/N leans forward, mindful of the delicate clasp and her even more delicate sister. “There,” she says proudly.

Edward smiles at their exchange. “Now it’s my turn.”

“I told you, no presents.” Bella frowns at him.

Edward places it in her lap anyway.

Halfway through removing the paper Bella winces, “paper cut.”

Blood oozes from the wound.

“Hey,” Jacob catches Y/N’s face in his hands. “It’s just a little blood.”

Y/N replies with a tortured sound, “Bella.”

“She’s ok,” The wolf assures her.

All the golden eyes fall on the birthday girl.

Edward, having read Jasper’s mind, shoves Bella out of the way. Not adjusting his force, he sends her through the tempered glass table. Her blood pouring freely from fresh wounds.

Edward jumps to her defense, throwing Jasper back into the piano.

Y/N is on fire, but she is in control. Rising to her sister’s aid. Crouching protectively in front of her, the movement tearing a slit in the Y/H/C’s dress.

Jacob is there, all but fuming, still human, until Jasper snaps his teeth at him. His body contorts so quickly into the reddish brown wolf that Bella can hardly believe her eyes.

The animal comes to stand beside his mate, chest heaving as they draw a firm line between the Cullens and Bella. They are out numbered, but they will fight.

Carlisle is the one to skirt behind Y/N and Jacob to tend Bella’s wounds as Emmett is finally able to restrain Jasper. Alice soothes him into submission and removes him from the house.

One by one the Cullens leave, all accept for the doctor. Edward is last, looking utterly worn down.

“Y/N,” Carlisle calls her attention softly. “I’m going to stitch Bella up in my office. You should wait outside.”

Y/N stands upright, making that sound again. The terrible one that keeps Jacob up at night. Reaching a trembling hand out she finds his fur, grounding herself.

The wolf leans into her touch, a whine sounds from low in his throat. Y/N is in pain, therefore so is he. He nuzzles her ribcage, left exposed by her hold on him.

The exchange so intimate that Bella tears her gaze away. “It’s ok, Y/N. I’m ok.”

At this the Y/H/C takes a reluctant step toward the door. “I’m so sorry, Bella.”

“We need to talk,” the words tumble from Edward’s mouth the moment Y/N’s feet touch the solid ground beyond the steps of the Cullen home.

“I have nothing to say.” Y/N states numbly, releasing her hold on Jacob. The wolf backs away, giving her space but staying close enough to comfort her.

“Please,” Edward breathes. “It’s important.”

———————————————————————-

Edward leaves. Leaves behind a shell of Bella, taking pieces of her with him that she will never get back. That is his grand solution to the ‘problem’ he created.

Months pass. Y/N and Charlie are at a loss. Trying to navigate around the hole in Bella’s chest. But nothing helps. Time moves around her, without her.

Things between Y/N and Jacob are still strained. Her duty is to Bella and his to the pack. Their inability to turn away from either one leaves them stretched thin.

Bella has nightmares constantly. Dreams of being left, dreams of being alone. Y/N stays in Bella’s room, hoping to keep them at bay. Even her nights no longer belong to Jacob. Still they go through the motions, hoping that the smaller details will hammer themselves out.

“So uh, Dad tells me that I need to get out of the house or he’s sending me to Jacksonville.” Bella tells her sister, eyes fixed on the front tire of her truck as she kicks it.

“I’ll talk to him. He’s just worried about you. We all are.” Y/N explains.

“No, you don’t need to worry.” Bella tucks a bit of hair behind her ear.

“Bella-“

“I was actually hoping I could third wheel.“ Bella interrupts, “with you and Jake. What are you doing later?”

“Anything you want.” Y/N reaches for her phone.

“We could just… hangout.”

“Ok.” The vampire eyes her warily. “Jacob has a motorcycle, by the way. If you wanted a ride you could’ve asked, no need to drive off with some creep.”

Bella huffs, “Jessica told you about that?”

“It’s high school Bella.” Y/N laughs, “Jessica told everyone.”

“Great,” Bella shakes her head, “that’s really great.”

“Mhm.”

“I was also gonna ask…if you know any good mechanics.” Bella bites her bottom lip.

“I know a very good mechanic,” Y/N leans against the cab of Bella’s truck, “cheap too. He pretty much rebuilt my entire car in exchange for pizza and sexual favors.”

Bella’s eyes widen, “Jacob was ok with that?”

“Jacob was the mechanic,” the corner of Y/N’s mouth twitches. What a time. “He was more than ok with it. Although I do think he dragged out the rebuild a bit.”

“That makes a lot more sense.” Bella stuffs her hands into her pockets.

“So what’d you need a mechanic for? Is the truck giving you trouble?” The Y/H/C cocks her head to the side.

“No it runs like a charm. But seeing as you brought up bikes, I saved one from the scrap yard. I was hoping to fix it up.”

“Jacob might be up for a new project.”

“As long as you cover the second half of the payment arrangement, I’m good for the pizza.” Bella smiles, Y/N hasn’t seen her smile in months, not since Edward left.

Y/N bumps her shoulder playfully. “Let me call Jacob.”

———————————————————————

“Scrap metal and pizza,” Jacob muses, watching Bella and Y/N park the truck, “you shouldn’t have.”

“I told her you’re the best mechanic I know.” Y/N winks.

“Cheap too,” Bella adds.

“So you told her about that thing you used to-“

“Not in detail you dirty dog.” Y/N chastises, no heat behind her words as Jacob wraps his arms around her. She whispers something in his ear that brings color to his cheeks and a grin to his lips.

“Down girl.” Jacob swats her behind playfully, “alright Bella, show me what we’re working with.”

Y/N steps out of the way, watching as her sister uncovers the bike frame.

“I get it if you think this is really stupid-“ Bella runs a hand through her hair.

“Very stupid, it’s gonna cost you tons of pizza.” Jacob cuts her off, lifting the machine with ease.

“So, I gotta ask.” Bella’s eyes dart between the two of them. “Who’s the strongest?”

“Me,” Jacob replies.

“I am,” Y/N says at the same time.

Bella immediately regrets asking, they continue shoving at each other and laughing all the way into the garage.

Bella takes a look around, tools and spare parts litter the ground. Photos of Y/N hang everywhere, mostly notable human Y/N. A few are new, the difference isn’t tremendously, because of the contacts; but Bella can spot it.

“Wow,” Bella sinks back, “you’ve got like a full shrine in here.”

“I prefer collage,” Jacob chuckles, “but tomato, tamoto.”

Y/N exchanges a private look with her boyfriend. She has never loved or been loved the way she is with Jacob.

“You had a ton of hair Jake,” Bella points at the nearest picture. Jacob’s dark hair hanging past his shoulders, an arm slung around Y/N’s neck. They look happy, impossibly so. She might envy them if she didn’t know better.

“Yeah, I did.” Jacob nods, leaning against the body of a vintage car he recently finished gutting.

“Why did you cut it?” Bella can’t help but wonder.

“It’s a wolf thing,” Jacob divulges. “The longer our hair in human form, the longer our fur.”

“Can’t have it getting in your eyes,” Bella understands.

“Exactly,” Jacob claps his hand together, “so tell me this, do you know the difference between a Phillips head and a flat head screw driver?”

———————————————————————

Things are better in their company, Bella feels almost normal again. Her heart doesn’t ache as much. Until the first day Y/N starts flaking on the bike rebuild.

She doesn’t read too much into it, until the third day. “So where is Y/N anyway?” Bella asks, waiting near the garage door for the pizza delivery.

“Baby steps,” Jacob pulls up a stool for her. “She won’t stay long and she won’t come everyday.” He sighs, “do you still want me to fix the bike?”

“I- yes. Thank you,” Bella rakes a hand through her hair. “I just figured she’d be happy, you know? With Edward gone, less vampires in the area, should mean less Quileutes joining the pack.”

“You still don’t get it Bella.” Jacob stills, moving the wrench away from is work. “Y/N begged him to stay.”

“But she didn’t even like the Cullens.” Bella looks away, utterly confused.

“She loves you and she knew how heartbroken you would be.” Jacob lowers his voice, as if not to farther startle her.

Bella swallows down her guilt. “I didn’t know.”

“Just don’t tell her I told you that.” Jacob presses his lips together, returning to work.

“Secret’s safe with me,” Bella stares down her feet.

———————————————————————

The window of Y/N’s room stays opened, open to possibility, open to him.

Tonight Jacob shows.

“Mr. Black,” the vampire smiles. Shifting up on her knees to meet Jacob at foot of her bed. “Are you here to collect your payment?” She trails a finger over his chest.

The wolf smirks, catching her wandering hand and bringing it to his lips, “I’m interested in something a little different this time.”

“Oh?” Y/N arches a brow. “Well name your price.”

“First, just explain to me which part of being with me forever freaks you out.”

“Honestly?” She squints, “no part of it.”

“So why do you shut down every time I talk about life after Forks?” He whispers.

“I just- we’ll fight.”

“We already fight.” Jacob points out, “and here we still are.”

“We’ll grow apart.”

“I highly doubt that,” Jacob grounds out. “What’s it gonna take for you to commit to me?”

“Jake, I am committed.” Y/N stammers.

“Then why in the hell are you fighting me so hard?” Jacob can’t help but laugh.

“I don’t want to be seventeen forever.” Y/N searches his brown eyes with her orange ones. “I don’t want to matriculate every ten years. I don’t want a wall full of graduation caps or to repeat high school until I know every element of the periodic table by heart. I’m stuck.” She motions to herself. “You’re not.”

Jacob recoils as if she slapped him.

“You can have a life, you can go to college and get married and have kids. You can go forward, I can’t.” She pauses, mustering her courage. “I want forever with you, Jacob. But I won’t do that to you…not when I’ve spent my entire life loving you.”

“I want to be stuck, dummy.” Jacob caresses her temple with his knuckles. “We can go to college, we can get married, we can try to have kids. And if we can’t, I will be more than happy just to have you. Let me show you how good it can be.”

“I know it would be good.” Y/N shakes her head, but she won’t allow herself to want it.

“You want me to walk away.” Jacob knows her. “You want me to throw in the towel and say it’s too much but I won’t. Not after I’ve spent my entire life loving you.”

“We don’t have to do this to each other.”

“Yes we do.” Jacob growls, “which part of stay with me forever was too subtle for you?”

———————————————————————

Y/N tries after that, really tries to be there for Jacob the way she used to…before.

She starts small, with Bella. Introducing her sister to the people who had once been her friends.

Jake is handling something near the northern boarder with Sam and Quil. Nothing major, or so he says.

The vampire decides that Emily’s place will be the easiest to start making amends. Knocking quickly against the screen door, before she can lose her nerve.

“Y/N,” Sam’s fiancé smiles warily, when she finds the Swan sisters on her doorstep.

“Hi Emily.” Y/N waves, “this is my sister, Bella.”

“Nice to meet you,” Emily replies.

“Can we come in?” Y/N sighs, this will be interesting.

Emily hesitates, then drawing in a deep breath, swings the door open fully. “Of course. The guys should be back soon. For now just Paul and Embry.”

“Fucking Paul,” Y/N chuckles, despite herself.

“Is something wrong with Paul?” Bella whispers. She hasn’t seen him since they were all kids.

The second they enter the kitchen Bella’s fears are put to rest.

“Come here,” Paul chases Y/N around the table twice before she finally allows him to catch her. After locking her head in place the wolf gives her several noogies.

“Paws off,” she laughs.

“Paul,” Emily says in warning.

“What?” The wolf throws up his hands. “I haven’t seen my favorite vampire in months.”

“I would say I haven’t seen my favorite wolf either, but…” Y/N squints at him.

“Hey Bella.” Paul turns his attention to the new comer. “Your sister thinks she’s funny.”

“I am funny!” The vampire flattens out her hair when Paul releases her.

“Were funny, you’re all broody and serious now.” Embry points at her.

“What?” Y/N scoffs, “I am not broody.”

“Yeah right,” Paul can’t believe his ears. “You can’t hide from Jacob’s obsessive inner monologue anymore than we can.”

“Well, let’s hear it.” Y/N challenges, taking a seat although she doesn’t tire.

“I wish Y/N would show up,” Paul gets the ball rolling.

“I wish Y/N would show up and not leave.” Embry adds on.

“Maybe I should make her stay,” Paul laughs.

“Alright, that’s enough.” Emily chastises. “You’ll scare her away.”

“I don’t scare easy,” Y/N smiles, “and you know why I can’t be here all the time.”

“You turn men into animals. Literally. Figuratively. It’s a compliment really.” Paul nudges her playfully.

“Sure,” Y/N arches a brow and changes the subject. “Emily is a great cook.”

“And baker, not to toot my own horn or anything.” The woman places a fresh plate of muffins on the table.

Y/N closes her eyes, “I just know that smells heavenly. Have one for me.”

“Do you mind?” Bella motions toward the baked goods.

“No! Please, take as many as you’d like.” Emily encourages.

“You know back before….when I could eat,” Y/N clarifies. “Jacob and I would hang here as much as we could.”

“They’d have full blown foodgasms.” Embry remembers like it was yesterday.

“Sounds like I dodged a bullet,” Bella blinks.

“I miss food,” Y/N laments, “I miss-“

“Me?” Jacob suggests from the doorway.

The Y/H/C joins him at vampire speed. “The guys were just telling me how much you think about me.”

Jacob let’s out a disapproving sigh, “just couldn’t keep your mouths shut, huh?”

“At least we didn’t let Leah lay into her.” Paul points out.

“Leah?” Y/N peers over at Jacob.

“It’s nothing.” Jacob presses a chaste kiss to her worried brow.

The woman in question bumps the vampire’s shoulder on her way through the door. “If you’re here to torture Jacob some more feel free to leave.”

A growl rumbles out low in Jacob’s chest, a protective arm pulling Y/N flush against him. Their skin sending up smoke where it meets. “Leave it alone, Leah.”

The female wolf lowers her eyes.

“Jake,” Y/N taps his chest. “It’s ok, I…deserved that.”

“You deserve respect,” Jacob snaps. His primitive nature boiling a little too close to the surface.

“They respect me enough to tell me the truth.”

Jacob bares his teeth.

“Just say it. I wanna hear it from you,” Y/N challenges.

“That’s not-“ Jacob shakes his head to clear it. “Come with me.”

“But Bella-“

“The pack will protect her,” they have orders.

“I-“

“Please,” Jacob cuts Y/N off with finality.

After a nod from Bella, Y/N follows Jacob out the door.

“She’s gonna get it now,” Quil remarks.

“Should we go after them?” Bella stands up immediately. “What if they hurt each other?”

“It’s dangerous to interfere with a wolf and their imprint.” Sam’s voice fills the room.

“But you’ve gotta have a death wish to get between Jacob and Y/N.”

—————————————————————

Jacob leads her leisurely beyond the tree line.

“So,” Y/N begins, “you wanna tell me what’s going on?”

He runs both hands over his face. “I thought…that things would be different.”

“Well I was thinking about- your responsibility to the pack. I’ve been trying to protect them too.”

“How?” Jacob demands. “You’re never damn here.”

“That’s the point! Jacob don’t you see?” How can she make him understand? “I don’t belong here anymore.”

“You belong with me,” Jacob insists.

“I want to believe that,” she does. “But I understand that being in the same room as me makes their blood boil. They can never relax, even though I wish that wasn’t true. Even though they’ll deny it.”

“The pack just needs more time.” Jacob reasons, everything happened so fast. “They need to see for themselves, not just through my eyes. But you have to be here for that to happen. You have to stop running away.”

Y/N flinches, “I’m not running.”

“You are,” Jacob grimaces, “whether it’s intentional or not.”

“I was only trying to be helpful. Even though it tears me apart. Being away from you kills me, Jake.”

“There’s a council meeting tonight at sundown. It would be good for the tribe to see you there.” They can make this better, or it can keep getting worse. “We start by building trust with those who are unsure.”

“What if they won’t accept me? I’m not gonna make you choose between me and the pack.” That’s been her fear all this time.

“I would choose you.” Jacob clenches his fists.

“I know…that’s why I would never ask you to do that. They need you to lead them Jacob.” He was born for this.

“And I need you. They will accept that, most already do.”

“How do you know?”

Jacob rocks back on his heels, “do you remember the last council meeting that you came to? Like two weeks before you…changed.”

Y/N nods.

“Maybe you should sit down,” Jacob is still freaked out by the whole thing.

“Honey, vampires don’t faint.”

“Right,” Jacob breathes, “well I’m gonna sit.” Because he might. The wolf backs up, finding purchase against a tree and sliding down to the ground.

Y/N kneeling beside him, uses a finger to turn his face toward her.

“What if I told you that this isn’t the first lifetime we’re meeting?” He looks scared and lost, his eyes search hers frantically.

“I would,” Y/N pauses, that didn’t seem impossible. Knowing Jacob in another life seemed nice. “Reincarnation?”

“You didn’t think it’d just be vampires and werewolves, did you?” Jacob jests, even though the world is weighing down on him.

“Well,” Y/N lets out an unnecessary puff of air, “do you like…remember me? How I was?”

“Yes and no,” Jacob admits, his thoughts far away. “It happened after the first time I phased. Once I became Alpha it got more intense. The flashbacks. I thought at first it was just because of all the history lessons the council was trying to cram in. But everything started to get jumbled up, you and them. Me and them. I guess because it was always me and you.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Y/N whispers, feeling his jaw tense beneath her fingers.

“The alpha finds his mate, only to lose her again. Most times later in life, I thought we had more time.” Jacob breaks off, “then I watched you die.”

Y/N inches closer.

“I knew it was real.” He felt it in his bones. “I knew what I was supposed to do. What werewolves do to vampires.”

“Kill,” she understands.

“I couldn’t do it.” Jacob relaxes into her touch as she cards his hair. “That’s why everything feels so out of control.” He pauses, “you’ve never made it this far in any time line.”

“Who was I before? Any honorable mentions?” Y/N wonders, ribbing him lightly.

“It’s mostly mental jibberish. But I could never forget my third and favorite wife.” Jacob smiles, bumping her shoulder.

“Did I kill the first two?” She snarks.

“No, you were a bit more…tame back then,” submissive even. This version of her, the one he truly got to know, to grow up with, fall in love with, is his favorite by far.

“Welcome to the twenty-first century.” Y/N murmurs, “in this lifetime I’m gonna be your only wife.”

“Only one I want. Only one I can handle, shit.” Jacob adds, with a shake of his head. “Taha Aki must’ve been on something.”

“Anything else I should know, chief?” Y/N inquires.

“Two days ago we took out a vampire, red eyes, dreads, wearing a suit without a shirt underneath.”

“Hot.” Y/N purses her lips.

“You familiar?” Jacob scowls. Now who’s lost their sense of humor?

“I remember Edward saying a nomad group came across them playing baseball with Bella. The ones who were with the tracker. We should ask her. See if the description jogs her memory.”

Jacob nods, “there’s another. A woman with red hair. We chased her all the way to the Canadian border last night. But she keeps coming back. We’re trying figure out what she wants.”

“That sounds personal,“ Y/N crosses both arms over chest. “Vampires don’t hunt that way.”

“That’s what I thought.” They don’t play with their food.

Part 5

[couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name]

Hi! What is your very specific Twilight AU?

okay, so. New Moon.

party disaster, dumping her and dipping, all happens normally.

but THEN. Bella finds out she’s pregnant.

(and I know you’re thinking- pre-marital sex?!?! Edward would NEVER! but listen. I am the author now. I’ve been around Christians my whole life. shut up!)

so anyway after a million pregnancy tests and a lot of googling about vampire baby legends, Bella’s like...well this is probably gonna be a situation,

Nessie doesn’t have an insane growth rate here because I hate that, so she has a normal amount of time to prepare, and she’s very...aware that the birth is gonna be Rough at best. So she goes to Jacob

who is NOT a wolf yet but Is aware of the pack and the treaty, and they are closer friends already, and she’s like ‘hey. paranormal emergency. you’re the only person in this town who enables me. help.’

 and Jacob’s like I’m Fucking Fifteen and goes and gets Leah, since she’s technically an adult and a girl

(ms. meyer How did you make one of leah’s only 3 character traits ‘upset she’s infertile’ and then not have her support bella’s choices in breaking dawn please make it make sense)

 so they start brainstorming solutions and the best they can work with is. Bella’s gotta ride out the pregnancy in hiding. they have no way of knowing whether she can survive the pregnancy and the only clue they have about whether the baby will be a monster or not is from google searches, but they also can’t exactly take her to an obgyn when her uterus feels like it’s calcified and her ribs are getting broken and she seems to be craving blood

So, Leah’s got her own little place. Bella moves in there, telling Charlie she wants to move back in with Renee (she knows her parents would never willingly call each other so as long as she keeps up communicating with both of them they should be none the wiser of her growing a little dracula in Leah Clearwater’s basement).

Leah has already defected from the wolf pack at this point (because...the Cullen’s left and she didn’t really like any of the guys anyway lmao) so they don’t run the risk of them hearing her thoughts while she’s in wolf form. She goes out and hunts animals, brings them back and her and Jake drain the blood from them so Bella can drink it. All three of them find this extremely disgusting obviously but Jake’s loyal and a little bit lovestruck, Leah’s a supportive friend and queen, and Bella’s just trying to keep her and her baby alive, and none of them feel like trying to rob a blood bank

Bella is 100% certain the baby will just be a baby who happens to like blood, like she was in bd, but the tentative plan is that if a crazy soulless monster comes out of her Leah will...handle that...

Which neither are thrilled about, so Bella’s just trying to focus on staying positive. And between that, trying to survive and stay hidden, Bella doesn’t really have time to...Check Out the way she did in new moon. Like, she’s absolutely still depressed, and she’s still getting an occasional Edward hallucination because carrying a vampire baby counts as reckless in many books, but she’s just more...resigned and pissed than anything. She’ll have days like the ‘possibilities’ scene, but more often than not she’s just telling the Edward hallucination to go fuck himself when he’s begging her to find the real him so they can have Carlisle deal with the pregnancy 

at some point, Seth gets roped into the whole mess (he’s prone to just breaking into his sister’s house) but since he’s like, 13 and The Best Baby Boy he’s immediately supportive. He didn’t even fucking know about the wolves and the vampires until he walked in on a six months pregnant Bella drinking blood while his sister and Jacob are hacking away at a dead deer, but he’s like...you know when you were 13 and sneaking around about Anything made you feel like the coolest person alive? point is he’s helpful

AND he can get away with spending a lot of time at Leah’s house without anyone finding it weird, unlike Jacob, so he starts spending most of his free time there keeping Bella company and brightening her day up

HE is the one who enables her when she comes up with the name Renesmee lmao

(just because she hates Edward doesn’t mean Esme ever did anything wrong!)

“bella I’ll throw you out of this house if you don’t come up with a real name” “leah she’s white you can’t just disrespect her culture like this omg”

anyway these four become the DORKIEST and WEIRDEST little family it’s cute

so then. labor.

it’s less...graphic than in bd because Bella hasn’t been actively dying the whole pregnancy and she doesn’t snap her spine in half, but it’s still. bad.

she essentially delivers a rock that Nessie then begins chewing her way out of. she’s actively bleeding out. Jacob’s having a panic attack. Leah made Seth watch so he would never have unprotected sex and the scare tactic is working. Leah’s covered in Bella’s blood which is not great considering she’s Holding A Rock That A Vampire Is Emerging From

Leah’s been taking classes and researching deliveries so she needs to stitch Bella up and see what else is wrong but Seth is rocking back and forth on the floor crying and Jacob’s screaming and pacing too fast to grab so she’s like. Bella babe I know you’re dying but you need to hold this thing for me ksjdfllksf

so while she’s handling That, Bella’s got this weird little rock in her arms and is watching the baby slowly fight it’s way out like this is a very fucked up egg or something and she’s just. overwhelmed. maybe it’s the blood loss but she’s looking at the messy, scrunchy little face and she’s already in love and envisioning their lives together.

and then, you know, the baby bites her,

she has just enough time to think ‘how did we not think to prepare for that’ before she can feel the venom coursing through her. it’s just as bad as she remembers from James’ bite but somehow...easier to tolerate. she blacks out pretty quickly

the other 3 notice and are like : 👁👄👁

Jacob...literally explodes into a wolf On Spot

Seth darts out the fucking door he’s seen enough for one day

Leah, sole holder of the braincell, realizes Nessie just bit and isn’t drinking from Bella, and deduces this is like...a survival instinct or something. the baby instinctively changes it’s mother first thing. weirdly...touching? 

So she gets the baby and checks that everything is physically okay with Bella (apart from you know. changing species) and is like...guess this is an issue for 3 days from now Leah

more immediate pressing issues: screaming new born baby and oh, yeah, the giant red wolf in the basement,

“Jacob I know this is disorienting but if you break anything in my house I’ll fucking kill you”

she really just leaves the poor boy to go get the baby cleaned up and warm up some of the frozen blood they’ve got in her fridge (RUINING HER TUPPERWARE, BELLA)

she’s not worried about the wolf pack mind meld yet because she knows Sam took the guys on a mission way farther up the coast for a few days and they’ll be too far away to hear Jake. hopefully, by the time they get back, Bella will be awake and they’ll have made an escape plan by then

and as she’s bottle feeding blood to the baby she’s thrilled that it seems to be like...relatively normal and not s horrific monster or anything. mission: unwillingly murder my best friend’s baby has been successfully canceled 

“Oh Goddamn it....Renesmee DOES fit you...”

Seth, from where he’s cowering behind the couch: “told you”

so, Jake eventually calms down, they spend the next few days cooing over Nessie and brainstorming how to handle Bella when she wakes up a vampire, and also nicknaming Nessie ‘Nessie’ because they know Bella will find that intolerable and they feel she deserves karmic punishment for stressing them out so much lmao

so, three days are up. Seth’s upstairs putting on a way-too-elaborate puppet show for the baby with not a care in the world. Leah and Jake are in the basement because they know Bella probably won’t want their wolf blood and their ready to phase in case she gets a little aggressive

but she just wakes up and is like. hey! how’s it going? where’s my baby?

sjdhfksdj they were expecting feral but Bella still has her super self-control. she didn’t even realize she’d changed into a vampire until they told her lmao

Bella’s a little too freaked out to try hunting yet so they give her some of the stored blood they’ve been feeding Ness and she’s like. good to go. Leah’s about to scream like have the elders been exaggerating this whole time or is Bella truly a freak??? lol

So, they spend a couple days just...relaxing, Bella and Renesmee bonding, they’re trying to come up with fun places Bella can move to with the baby so no one she knows finds out, and every now and then Leah and Jake go out and she tries to help him get the wolf thing under control

and then,,,,the pack get back from their mission early

and immediately are able to read Jacob’s mind

so they head over to Start Shit because there’s two bloodsuckers on their land but,

the pack not attacking because Jake imprinted on Renesmee? tired. the pack not attacking because Jake’s Alpha Genes have taken over and declared Nessie and Bella as part of his Pack and attacking would literally start a war? inspired

so they hash the whole thing out....ultimately Sam decides Bella is more of a victim than a threat, and since neither her or Nessie seem to be going on a bloodlust rampage any time soon...he decides to grant them immunity from the whole ‘kill the vampires’ rule. He’ll let her and her daughter stay in La Push as long as they agree to stick to animals and only hunt out of town. PLUS from what little Bella knows about the Volturi, she’s worried about them finding out about Nessie, so they’ll offer protection if that does happen, in exchange for her being able to help them with intel on any other vampire threats in the area (you know like. if a nomad is fucking stuff up in a nearby city, they’ll send her to talk to them first before deciding if they need to intervene. Sam has become acutely aware he has a lot of teens and kids in his pack, so he’s trying to keep them out of fights as much as possible)  

anyway that’s the story of Nessie gaining like 17 chaotic as hell ride or die uncles,

let’s fast forward a bit

it’s like 15 years later. Bella’s not living with Leah anymore, but she’s got a cute apartment in a nearby town, and owns and runs a bookstore on the first floor of it. she got her ged and did college online and teaches night classes at a community college. She’s still in contact with her parents, who Adore the life out of Nessie. She still helps the pack out and they’re all close. Nessie is a handful but in a fun and lovable way. They go on little weekend trips whenever they have time. Bella’s happy.

but then a. Situation. arises.

basically, the Volturi have been made aware of some unknown vampire chasing others out of the pacific northwest and conspiring with shapeshifters. and you know when Aro gets curious he tends to spin things dramatically. who’s to say this vampire isn’t conspiring against all vampires? against them? why has no one’s special talents worked on her? he simply must find out.

Bella and the Pack get word and decide their best course of action for now is to go on the run. they’re not gonna be able to take on a whole army but if they can bide some time and lay low they might be able to figure something out

except Bella is like....I have a teenage hybrid that the Volturi don’t know about yet...it would be EXTREMELY irresponsible to take her with me

but she can’t send Nessie to Charlie or Renee because they don’t know about her...dietary restrictions. She can’t stay with Billy or anyone else in La Push because the Volturi might trace the pack’s scent there and discover her. She’s panicking, they have to leave in a few days max and she can’t find a safe place for her daughter

and then she’s like.....fuck.

she had run into Jasper a couple of years ago- they have the same forgery guy and were heading to his building around the same time as a coincidence. She promised to forgive him for the party incident if he promised not to tell Edward he saw her and that she’s a vampire now. He agreed, but then told her Edward’s been living on his own for a while now and insisted on giving her his number...she never could bring herself to call it or delete it...but now...if she wants to be 100% Nessie is safe and protected...

fuck

So, the past 15 years have been fairly rough for Edward

he’s still convinced leaving in order to save Bella was the best course of action, but like...the vampires canonically mate for life. that’s his soulmate. he’s absolutely miserable without her. he’s thought about cracking and going to find her again but he always talks himself out of it, convinced she’d just tell him she hates him or something

so as stated in his patented Edward Cullen Self Loathing Guide, first thing to do is isolate yourself from all the lovebirds you usually live with. Sure, he keeps in contact, but...not well. he’s currently living alone and posing as a university student. He’s not even really sure what he’s supposed to be majoring in. He’s mostly been in a haze since he left Forks.

and one day....he gets a call from an unknown number. he ignores it, thinking it’s a spam call. but then it calls like 8 more times in a row and he figures answering might be a bit smarter than simply throwing it at the wall

And Edward...swears he came back to life and immediately had a heart attack the second he hears Bella’s voice

He feels breathless and disoriented the whole conversation, trying to figure out if his memory did her voice any justice, trying to rush out 15 years worth of apologies, trying to comprehend she’s actually speaking to him.

But Bella’s very blunt on the phone. She doesn’t want to let herself get emotional. She’s on a time limit, and she has to focus on getting her daughter to safety

And Edward swears he somehow misheard her the first ten or so times she told him. He had a daughter? that wasn’t possible

“she has the audacity to be your Evil Twin so I’m pretty sure it’s possible”

so she gives him a rundown. she needs to go into hiding, no I don’t need your help with that, gives him details about Nessie, what she’s like, what she likes to do, her diet, her favorite color, how annoyed she is by this whole situation, “Edward I know you don’t love me anymore, but I remember how protective you were, and that’s what I need Nessie to have right now. She needs you right now” and Edward wants so badly to refute Bella’s claim of lost love, to tell her he has absolutely no idea how to be a parent, but...her tone is aching so much he can barely speak. He can’t let Bella down again, and he can’t let this little girl he foolishly created and left down anymore than he already has, either.

So he agrees, she tells him to be at the airport in a few days, and hangs up. 

Edward loses about half a day staring at a wall in shock, before he jumps into preparations.

Bella told him while their daughter possessed some speed and strength, hunting was fairly dangerous for her. She was more delicate than his kind, and had a heartbeat. Reheated blood bags had been their best option, and she also needed human food as well. He also had to get a room ready for her- he wandered around stores for hours, reading young girls minds to see if there was any furniture or decorations that were universally liked- which was of course, fruitless, but he did manage to find a handful of things he was sure Bella would have liked at that age, and prayed for the best. He somehow got himself covered in purple paint that was a nightmare to get off. Bella had sent him some forged documents claiming Nessie was his younger sister he’d won custody of, and he got her enrolled in a nearby school. He lived every day leading up to her arrival staving off a panic attack.

it wasn’t until he was on the way to the airport that he realized he forgot to inform his family about this life update. they must’ve been on a hunting trip, because he got nothing but voicemails 

imagine being Carlisle and you come home to a voicemail from your son who’s banished himself from the family that’s just like ‘hi. you’re a grandfather now. I’m having a nervous breakdown and might crash my car. call me back at your earliest convenience I suppose” like what would you DO

 after he gets to the airport he starts panicking again, realizing Bella had never actually sent him a picture, worrying about how he’d find her, but then- he sees a tiny girl with untamed, dark red curls, features strikingly similar to his own that are pulled into the expression Bella always made when she was reading, absently chewing on her lip, and before she looks at him with her mother’s big brown eyes, he already knows who he’s looking at, and he’s certain if he was human his tear ducts would be having a fit right now

Renesmee, however, seems less willing to have an emotional meeting. She mumbles out a simple greeting before gathering up her bags and heading for the door, Edward rushing behind her to try and help

listen. the awkwardness of Charlie trying to connect with Bella. but 10000x worse because of Edward’s overthinking, self-deprecating ass and Nessie being like ‘ah yes the guy who broke my pregnant teenage mothers heart, fantastic’ lmao

the car ride is p a i n f u l. Edward’s trying so hard for light conversation and Nessie’s barely giving one word answers. Bella had warned her about the mind reading so she was carefully keeping her mind blocked, which Edward is trying very hard to be understanding about instead of annoyed, but By God does he want to know everything about her

when they get back to his place, she quietly thanks him for the room and then promptly locks him out of it lol. He spends the rest of the day just pacing back and forth until he realizes he should eventually feed her lmao

and that’s...kinda how the first couple weeks go. she only emerges from her room if he bribes her with food, she awkwardly tries to dodge his questions, he drives her to school and then begs her to tell him how it went when he picks her up, he spends his college classes distracted because he’s freaking out constantly about how to successfully bond with her. His favorite time of day now is night, because she can’t block her mind while she’s asleep, and even if her dreams are all nonsense they’re still...part of her that he gets to know.

His family keeps begging him to let them meet her, but he’s pushing back because if she’s this bad at adjusting to one new family member, how is she going to handle six more?

(meanwhile Alice and Rose started a group chat with her and are having a ball clowning Edward lmao)

wait ksjflksd I think this vine perfectly sums up the dynamic im envisioning  https://youtu.be/wQZIUHNORHg

anyway they....very slowly make some progress. much too slowly for Edward’s taste, but hey.

Like he finds out snacks she likes. or jewelry she likes. stuff like that and just...wordlessly leaves it around for her lmao. he thinks it’s like trying not to startle a deer, Nessie thinks it’s more like a cat trying to gift you a dead mouse, but either way it’s weirdly endearing.

He notices she always has a huffy little frown when he picks her up on Wednesdays. So instead of begging her for an ounce of information of her school life, he asks her one Wednesday morning if she’s excited for the day and she admits she has an elective class every Wednesday with a girl she doesn’t get along with.

He gets her school photos (and Weeps) and realizes apart from her room the home is fairly barren of decorations, so he buys a bunch of picture frames and hangs up the school shots, and some pictures of the Cullen’s over the years, and the few he has of Bella that he could never bear to part with. Other than catching her smiling at the prom picture of her parents, Nessie doesn’t say anything- but the next time he comes home from hunting, there’s a pile of pictures of her growing up on the table, and he starts weeping all over again as he hangs them up

(there’s one of her and Bella hugging and looking at the camera with identical grins and joy in their eyes, he can’t help but put that in his room. He hopes one day he’ll get to see a scene like that in person)

He starts trying to get her out of her room a little more- he still hasn’t managed to a get a ‘favorites’ list out of her, so he starts playing movies Bella loved, to see if any of them lure her out. some do, some don’t- he got halfway through a Lord of the Rings marathon, which was Torture in his opinion, but then Ness came out and quietly asked if he could restart it and suddenly they became his favorite movies ever.

Bella’s not able to contact her on a set schedule or anything because of her situation (and you can bet your ass Edward’s contacted every vampire he knows and ordered them to help her out if they come across her or the Volturi), and Edward realizes that’s probably taking a toll on the girl, so he starts telling her stories of her mother when he knew her in Forks. She’s particularly amused by the blood typing incident- the first time Edward hears Nessie properly laugh, he literally starts crying on the spot

could you imagine the sheer panic if she ever gets so much as a cold

And yes, she’s still pissed on Bella’s behalf, and yes, she specifically blasts 70s music because Bella told her he hates it one time, and yes, if he looks at her like he’s a kicked puppy one more time she might claw his eyes out, and yes, she refuses to introduce him to her friends from school because she Knows everyone will then start asking her about her ‘hot brother’ and she can’t live with that and also can’t live with him knowing that so she told him if he ever introduces himself to any of her friends she’ll set him on fire, and yes, she’s homesick 95% of the time but...he’s growing on her. like a mold, or something.

(okay, maybe when Seth tried to analyze why Mamma Mia is her favorite musical, he might have had a point. half a point. quarter of a point. shut up.)

And Edward’s still trying to not have a panic attack every time she’s out of his sight- he’s got Carlisle keeping tabs on the Volturi for him, and it’s not exactly hard for him to keep track of her through other people’s minds- but she’s so tiny and her heartbeat is Too Fast and what if she inherited her mother’s unlucky streak??

but they’re toeing the line of co-existing peacefully and Edward’s scared to push it past that

then he has to, because it turns out he sent her to one of Those Schools where the parents have to be involved in the school in some way or another and Nessie’s Annoyed

sdkjfsdkjf she keeps trying to get him to just sign up for like pta meetings or something and he’s like ‘I need you to understand you are the only person in this town I actually know or like I Cannot survive around fundraiser moms I can’t’ 

so she’s like ugh fine I’m in the drama club

listen.....Stage Parent Edward Cullen.......the power this holds...

that’s right this whole post was an elaborate ruse for me to make a musical theater headcanon again lmao

no okay but seriously he starts off just helping build sets and stuff like that but then midway through the year their music teacher gets fired and the schools like begging him to take over because they can’t find someone in enough time that’ll know the music for the show they’re doing and he’s like “I need you to understand Nessie will never talk to me again if I start actually working at her school” and they’re like “She also will never talk to you again if we have to cancel the big musical, though” and he’s like. fuck.

silent treatment for a week and a half

lmao so now he’s trying to juggle being an overly-enthusiastic stage parent who’s making costumes and sets and kinda crying backstage when he sees his daughter in her costume with also being the music director for the damn show and trying to teach a bunch of kids how to read sheet music 

one day he ended up in a coffee shop with the hair and makeup moms, gossiping about the cast’s love lives, and he literally doesn’t know how he got there

is it wrong to pass Nessie in class even though she’s putting all the wrong answers on the test but he Knows she knows the right answers and is only answering wrong to try and get a rise out of him

Bella sneaks into town to see the show- they thought it would push their luck if the pack came, but they sent an ungodly amount of flowers and candy. When she snuck into the house while Ness was sleeping she Was Not expecting to find Edward up to his elbows in sequins, trying to fix a bedazzler he accidentally broke in frustration, muttering under his breath about how if Nessie’s romantic opposite in the show doesn’t keep his thoughts clean he’s gonna kill him- and it just cracks her up. She WAS nervous about seeing Edward again but now she’s assured he’s still a dork lol

So Edward freaks when he sees her but they don’t wanna wake Ness up so they’re trying to be quiet but like. they’re going through it 

Like Bella Wants to be pissed at him but she can’t, she still loves him- and while she can’t just get over what he did to her, it’s also not lost on her that ‘leaving to protect someone I love’ is literally what she had to do to her daughter

And Edward....Edward, who only left to give Bella a chance at a safe, human life, seeing Bella in front of him as a vampire, knowing it’s his fault she ended up that way and she had to go through it alone, had to raise a baby herself because he’d made it so hard to find him...knowing if he’d just pulled his head out of his ass he would have been able to be there for her...would be able to form a coherent sentence around his love right now, would have long and fond memories of Nessie’s childhood, likely wouldn’t have to watch Bella hide from the Volturi...he’s back in a self-loathing spiral already

But they haven’t seen each other in so long and they just don’t want to...deal with the unpleasantness right now, so they just push it aside. Bella helps Edward with the costumes. Edward fills her in on what she’s been missing with Nessie. Bella tells him some stuff about when Ness was younger. They just spend the night talking, and it feels like no time has past between them at all- which just makes the heartaches a little stronger

When Nessie wakes up to her mother there she’s ecstatic- bubbly and loud and glued to Bella’s hip all day, giving her in depth play-by-plays of her school and rehearsals and friends she’s made, bouncing on her toes all morning, hyper, giggly, and- it kind of breaks Edward’s heart a little, even though he knows he hasn’t really...earned this side of his daughter, yet. 

(at least he got his wish of seeing their twin smiles in person)

(he wishes he could see them every second of every day)

so the girls spend the day catching up while Edward mostly feels like a thirdwheel, and then they have to get Ness over to the school so she can get ready

Bella decides to hang out around the school theater before the show actually starts- she leans against the wall next to the piano, the two talking in hushed tones while Edward runs through songs. Bella really missed watching him play- the only thing that managed to drag her away from it was when Nessie called her to the dressing room to help with a hair emergency 

she didn’t talk to him much at intermission, her attention being stolen by the rest of the Cullen family (who had been Very Loudly supporting the show so far, she knew Ness was probably dying of embarrassment backstage)

after the show, the three went back to Edward’s and just...talked. Nessie was gushing about the show and eating while her parents assured her she was the greatest actress ever born, simple stuff like that. she fell asleep sandwiched in between them on the couch 

Bella realizes she’s never going to be able to bring herself to leave again if Nessie wakes up, and tells Edward as much. He clearly doesn’t want her to go just yet either, but...she’s on the run, it’s not like she has much choice 

He has so much he wants to say to her but he just- can’t. it’s not the right time. but he’s hoping she can see that in his eyes

Bella shifts Nessie off her shoulder so Edward can hold her, and she gives him a light kiss and says ‘thank you, Edward’ before disappearing in a flash. she needed to go before she lost her nerve.

Edward can’t bring himself to let Nessie out of his arms, so instead of carrying her to bed he just stays there, holding her, trying his best not to think that that could be the last time for a long time he’d ever see his Bella again, trying not to let thoughts of a life he gave up unwittingly consume him

okay I didn’t mean for this to be So Long so I’m cutting it here uhh...let me know if anyone wants a part 2? sorry lmao