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therenlover · 4 years ago

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How The Evans (+ Quicksilver) Would React To Yoplait’s New Gushers Yogurt

a/n: I don’t honestly know how I came up with this. I guess I just really liked the yogurt I bought (I have big Gilear Faeth vibes rn) and decided I wanted to share it with all the Evans and you guys. I hope you enjoy and, like, maybe go buy some if you’re intrigued.

Warnings: Mild language, very small non-graphic mention of murder, recreational drug usage (Tate is a stoner, sue me)

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Tate Langdon

Because he died as a teen in the early 90′s, Tate would be a big fan of the types of crazy, super processed and flashy snacks that came out of that era.

Tate pretty much lived on 3D Doritos and Crystal Pepsi before his death. He still misses Dunkaroos.

He also has the biggest appetite of any ghost in the house because when he smokes he gets phantom munchies, so he sneaks into the kitchen and steals snacks to fulfill his cravings.

His first encounter with gushers yogurt would be on a snack run for the two of you while you were both zooted to high hell.

He would return almost entirely snackless, fully fixated on the little yellow cup in his hand.

“What the hell is this?” “Uh, yogurt?” “No, it’s not just yogurt, it’s weird!”

You’d finally look up from your place on the bed to find Tate in the doorway, red eyed, giving the yogurt cup a thousand yard stare.

Tate would be extremely confused because as far as he knew gushers were filled fruit snacks and definitely did NOT belong inside yogurt.

“Does it have gushers in it or something? Because that sounds awful,” “Kind of? It’s like... well, it would be easier to show you than to explain it. Did you bring a spoon?”

Of course he hadn’t.

When he did return with a spoon the two of you shared it.

Unsurprisingly, Tate didn’t hate it. It was a little weird, but overall it reminded him of the rare good times he had when he was still alive and the house hadn’t fully sunk it’s claws into him yet.

His favorite flavor is green apple. It just matches his vibe.

Kit Walker

Kit is a man with pretty old fashioned values. He’s the kind of person who believes that he should be able to provide for his family so you don’t have to work. He also thinks it’s important for you to spend time with the kids because he’s gone at work so much.

This whole situation combined with the fact that money was a little tight led to you taking Thomas and Julia with you whenever you had to run errands and they weren’t at school.

One such time you were grocery shopping. That’s when they found the gushers yogurt.

Kids have an eye for sweet things. Any food labelled like a dessert will make them go crazy, even if it’s just a flavored yogurt.

In the end you bought a few. They were cheap enough that they didn’t make a huge difference to your budget and they were perfect to go in the kids lunches.

Only the next morning did you realize that when you got the kids their yogurts you forgot to get Kit his own plain ones to put in his lunch. You mulled over your options and, in the end, decided to give Kit one of the gushers ones in his lunch pail for work. it’s just flavored yogurt, what could go wrong?

A lot, apparently.

At around lunch time you got a call from Kit at the shop.

“Mrs. Walka’, I believe I might have picked up the wrong lunch today,”

You’d immediately ask him what was wrong before remembering the yogurt.

“Nope, that’s yours Kit,” “Sweetheart, you’re killing me,” “Did I forget a spoon?”

Kit would explain, after some laughter, that the guys at the auto shop were giving him shit about the ‘kids yogurt’ in his lunch.

If you tried to apologize he’d stop you. It was all the same to him, he just wanted to make sure he hadn’t taken one of the kid’s lunches accidentally.

You’d laugh about it later as a bright spot in what ended up to be a long and tedious day for the both of you.

Besides that one occasion Kit wouldn’t eat gushers yogurt often, but sometimes if he was home during breakfast he’d have a cup of it with his cereal or toast.

He’s a fan of the classics, so his favorite flavor is tropical punch.

Kyle Spencer

Before his death, Kyle wouldn’t have any strong feelings towards gushers yogurt besides liking that it was a cheap snack that went on sale a lot.

As a broke college student with a calcium deficiency, he would appreciate it for what it was, a sweet means to an end.

After his death, though, it would be a different story.

Franken-Kyle had to re-learn all of his basic life skills from the ground up after the accident, which meant chewing food and not choking weren’t things he knew how to do automatically

In the time while he still couldn’t eat by himself, you fed him a lot of yogurt.

Most of the time it was cheaper and more pleasant that the baby food or health puree alternatives. It also was a food he had eaten pretty regularly when he was alive, so you thought it might make him happy to have some sense of normalcy in his new world.

He enjoyed the gushers yogurt particularly for a few reasons.

For one, it had fun colors! The bright reds, blues, and greens were entertaining and more mentally stimulating than the normal neutral colors of his food. It was also sweet, kind of like a dessert instead of a meal.

The big selling point, though, was the popping bubbles inside.

For a while after his death all Kyle ate were smooth semi-liquid foods he couldn’t possibly choke on while he re-learned how to feed himself. Gushers yogurt, though, had little popping bubbles that added texture while also not being large enough to choke on.

It was a win-win for both of you.

Even once Kyle had regained his ability to chew and eat normally, he still liked to have gushers yogurt with his breakfast.

“Bu...bbles,” “Huh?” “I want....bubbles” “Oh! You want the yogurt with the bubbles, Ky? I’ll get it in a second,”

He wouldn’t have the words to express it, but the real reason Kyle likes gushers yogurt and continues to eat it is that it reminds him of you and the time you spent together while you taught him how to live again.

His favorite is blue raspberry by a large margin. He enjoys tropical punch too, but he dislikes green apple.

Jimmy Darling

Jimmy has very few opinions when it comes to food. To him, eating is just something he has to do to keep himself alive and performing, so he doesn’t put much thought into what and when he eats, even at the diner.

When you first met him, he was barely eating one good meal a day just because he was so busy.

So, one of the things you started to do when you and Jimmy got closer was bring him little snacks throughout the day he could eat quickly to keep him going.

They weren’t huge things, just an apple here and a sandwich there, but Jimmy really appreciated you putting in the effort to search him out and keep him healthy.

The gushers yogurt would be introduced, once again, because it’s super inexpensive.

You were out shopping for Jimmy’s snacks when you found it on sale, 20 for $10. It was a great deal, and Jimmy’s diet was severely lacking in calcium, so you bought a bunch of different flavors and brought one to him as a trial-run the next day after a performance.

“Hey dollface, you got something for me?” “I just might,”

Only after he swept you up into a crushing hug would you be able to offer him the yogurt, which he’d take gratefully and eat in less than a minute.

You took this as a good sign, and ended up buying some for Jimmy whenever it was on sale.

He asked you about why you bought them once and you genuinely couldn’t give him an answer. You just thought they were an easy snack and found they were on sale a lot more often than other things were.

Jimmy doesn’t have a favorite flavor, but if you asked him he’d just respond with whatever your favorite was.

James Patrick March

James Patrick March doesn’t usually have strong feelings about trivial things. As a serial killer and a ghost, small strange details of life in the 21st century just aren’t important enough for him to care about. Even modern foods with all of their artificial dyes and preservatives don’t tend to bother him. Well, all except one...

He fully believes that gushers yogurt is the worst, most evil thing that man has ever created in history, including himself.

It is entirely irrational how much he hates it.

The weirdest part is that he doesn’t mind how it tastes, he just has a random grudge against it by principle.

The first time he saw it was after Liz picked some up for you while she was out getting some groceries for the hotel.

James had come into the habit of asking you to make him grocery lists so the hotel had foods you enjoyed ever since the hoover stew incident. This time you had asked for something sweet you could eat as a snack between meals. Liz ended up picking out the gushers yogurts along with a few other little snacks

When you ran down to the kitchen to help Liz and Iris put the groceries away you grabbed a cup and ended up taking it upstairs so you could eat something while you were reading in bed.

It just so happens that James was finishing up with some office work and walked into your room right as you ate a spoonful of the bright blue yogurt.

He was, to say the very least, concerned.

Why was it that color? Food is not supposed to be that color???? And what were those little lumps?

While he fussed over your health, you held out your spoon and offered him a bite. He was skeptical at first, and his fears were only confirmed when he accepted the bite.

His delicate 1920′s tastebuds couldn’t take it.

“Darling, how do you eat that slop?” “James, it’s just yogurt!” “That is not yogurt, it’s an affront to the universe,”

Never one to back down in the face of James, you asked Liz to keep buying them every time she went out for groceries

Things were quiet until, a few months later, you found James standing over a recent kill eating a gushers yogurt.

“Darling, this isn’t what it looks like,” “I think it’s exactly what it looks like,” “There wasn’t anything else in the fridge,” “James, you’re dead. You don’t have to eat,” “...drat,”

James is adamant that he doesn’t have a favorite flavor because he hates it.... but its actually tropical punch.

Rory Monahan

Rory normally wouldn’t feel any which way about gushers yogurt.

Don’t get me wrong, he’s a goof and has nothing against eating fun little dessert yogurt, there’s just no reason for him or you to buy and eat it.

But if he got a brand deal with Yoplait to advertise it?

Count him in.

You’re eating gushers yogurt with every meal while he vlogs.

Breakfast? Yup. Lunch? Yup. Dinner? Yup.

Oh, you’re getting a snack? Well the only snack Rory bought when he ran out to the store is gushers yogurt.

It’s all over his social media.

He ends up becoming the face of Yoplait and does quite a few primetime commercials, which surprisingly help out with his career. Think what Shaq is the The General Auto Insurance.

“Now with new popping bubbles that gush with roarin’ fruity flavor,” “pffffft!” “What! It’s paying our bills!”

Despite being surrounded by gushers yogurt, Rory wouldn’t actually have a favorite flavor. Once you eat that much yogurt it all tastes exactly the same.

Kai Anderson

Kai... well Kai is a tough one, as usual.

He’s not someone who likes to be perceived as weak, and what’s weaker than a man who’s seen eating flavored yogurt made for kids?

Well, a lot of things, but Kai’s toxic masculinity doesn’t let him see that.

In his eyes, gushers yogurt is simply not befitting of the divine ruler.

If you were close enough to him to offer some in a private moment, he’d probably find some way to use it in a weird, extended metaphor about the world in the hopes of manipulating you.

“In this world there’s people like me, like this yogurt, and people like you, fragile bubbles waiting to burst and spread your issues to the people who can still be saved. People like me cushion-” “Oh shut up and eat your yogurt, Kai,”

Kai doesn’t have a favorite flavor, but kind of like James he’s only being pretentious. Who knew divine rulers are above picking favorite flavors?

Peter Maximoff

Peter would be the most on-board of anybody on the gushers yogurt trend. Like, even more on board than Kyle.

This man uses a loooot of energy while he’s running around, so he needs super sugary foods like twinkies to be around for his inevitable snackfests at random hours of the day.

He also loves junk food. At one point you started wondering whether the X-gene prevented Peter from getting cavities, because he eats more sugar than anybody else you know.

You like to go shopping with Peter because it keeps him from stealing (well, keeps him from stealing as much, but that’s beside the point) and even though he acts like a literal child whenever you make him come with you, he appreciates slowing down and spending time doing something you like.

Usually he gets bored easily in the “healthy food” aisles at the grocery store, meaning anything that isn’t the soda, chips, or snack aisles, but during a random trip to the store he suddenly rushed off out of your sight while you were in the dairy aisle picking up cottage cheese.

When he came back a second later, his arms were full of yogurt.

“Peter, what are you doing?” “Have you seen these? Look at the flavors! They have starburst, and key lime pie, and gushers with popping beads!!!! Popping! Beads!”

You would try to insist that he didn’t need to buy that much yogurt, especially because he hadn’t tried it before and didn’t know if he’d like it, but Peter would give you his world famous puppy dog eyes and you’d give in.

From then on he’d have gushers yogurt (and starburst yogurt, to be honest) in his mini-fridge most of the time.

You didn’t mind. Technically it was healthier than his twinkie addiction, so as long as your speedster was getting calcium in his diet you weren’t about to complain.

He probably has stronger bones than Wolverine with all the yogurt he eats.

His favorite flavor is green apple, but he’d say it’s blue raspberry to go with his aesthetic.

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wiypt-writes · 4 years ago

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Stark Spangled Forever

One Shot: Changes

Intro: Dealing with the changes of growing older can be a right, royal pain…

Warnings: SMUT (NSFW, NO under 18s!”)

Pairing:Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark

A/N: So this all came from that damned photo of Evans and Dodger…and my mind went to a very warped place, sorry not sorry. (You can blame @icanfeelastormbrewing and @sweater-daddiesdumbdork for encouragement!)

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Katie Stark and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

Stark Spangled Forever Masterlist // Main Masterlist

July 2029

The Rogers household was at times with three kids all under 10 was chaotic. Before school, after school, at dinner times and bed times. But later at night, it was quiet, a time for Steve and Katie to relax with one another, ready to face it all again the day after. Well, that is when Bucky and Sam weren’t around, eating them out of house and home.

Tonight was one of those nights. All younger kids in bed, Emmy away with Brooke in Miami attending some beach party, and getting up to all sorts of mischief which Steve didn’t want to think about, leaving the two of them to snuggle on the sofa with a beer and a glass of wine, simply taking time out. And it wasn’t like they had to talk either to enjoy it. Like right now, Katie was curled up, her back nestling into Steve’s side as his arm lay across her chest, her nose buried in a book. Steve was watching some documentary on the History Channel, every so often dropping a kiss to the back of her head as she would reach up to rub his arm.

Domestic? Yes. Mundane? Yes. Absolute bliss? Yes.

The door the living room pushed open and Stark wandered in, tail wagging as he flopped down on the rug next to the fireplace, rolling onto his back, his preferred sleeping position. Katie eyed him for a moment and snorted.

“Thinks he owns the place.” she muttered, reaching out for her glass of wine. Noticing it was empty she gave a low groan and sat up.

“I’ll go…” Steve offered but she shook her head.

“No, honestly its fine…you need one or?”

He nodded, draining his bottle and she took the empty off him.

She headed out of the room and as soon as she had left Stark hopped up onto the sofa, laying his head against Steve who chuckled, giving him an ear scratch, his concentration still on the TV.

“Seriously.” Katie deadpanned and he looked up as she placed their drinks on the table. “I was gone for like 3 minutes if that…”

Steve shrugged and gave her a grin. “Guess he wanted a snuggle.”

“I don’t give a shit. Down.” Katie said, looking at the dog. Stark glanced at her reproachfully and instead twisted slightly so that he was on his back, looking up at Steve. “Fine…don’t listen to me…Steve, move him.”

“But look at him, baby…” Steve chuckled, glancing down at the dog.

“He’s in my seat.”

“Awww he’s comfy…”

“Steve!” Katie said louder this time and he turned his head up to see his wife stood there, arms folded as she glared at him then the dog. “I’m being serious…”

“Don’t shout you’ll upset him.” Steve said, not being able to resist teasing her a little more, but where as she would normally just laugh and call him a jerk or a dumbass, her eyes narrowed and her face grew stony.

“I’m not fighting with a dog over a seat on my fucking couch.” she said, “I said move him Steve…”

“Ok…” Steve said, holding his hands up “Stark, down…”

The dog gave a huff and slid off the sofa and Katie settled back into her seat. Steve glanced at her, his eyebrow raised.

“Don’t look at me like that Steven.” she warned him “You let that dog get away with murder.”

Steve took a deep breath, and bit back the response that she had been the same with Lucky. He knew now wasn’t the time so instead he made a joke “Well, I have a soft spot for Starks…” he muttered as he dropped a kiss to her lips.

“Yeah, and it’s gonna stay soft tonight too.” she said, pushing on his chest causing him to laugh. “Seriously though that dog’s a menace…” “He’s not that bad…” “Not that bad…” Katie sat up “Steve, 4 days after he arrived he ate 3 boxes of crayons-” “Yeah but it made his poop multi-coloured-” “He chewed up my favourite pair of Laboutins-” “I told you not to leave them by the stairs. I’ll buy you some new ones-“

“And last week he ate the keys to my Camero Steve, my fucking keys!”

“Yeah but you got them back-“ “And I put up with all of that…” she rambled on, her tone and pace increasing and Steve frowned slightly as he could sense now there wasn’t a bit of humour or good nature in her voice any more “What I’m not gonna put up with is him stealing my fucking seat next to my fucking husband on my fucking couch!”

She finished her rant and Steve blinked, raising his eyebrows.

“Are you done?” he asked her a moment later, his voice flat.

She took a deep breath and moved to grab her book, resuming her previous position. “Yes.”

“Feel better for getting that off your chest?”

“That’s not what I was doing.”

“Sounded like it to me.”

She groaned and slammed her book shut “I’m going upstairs…” Steve signed “Katie, come on sweetheart…don’t be like this.”

“Like what?”

“All pissed off over the dog!” he said, shaking his head “You’re being ridiculous.”

As soon as the words flew out of his mouth he grimaced inwardly. The worst thing he could ever say in the middle of one of her outbursts was exactly that.

“Really… ok, well how’s this for ridiculous? You love the dog so much? You can sleep with him in his basket tonight…” she snarled at Steve, before she stormed out of the room.

Steve watched her go, his mouth dropping open before he let out a groan and threw himself back against the cushions. In a second Stark had jumped back up into the spot Katie had vacated.

“What the fuck just happened?” he asked the dog, who promptly thumped his tail as he turned his head to Steve, before sneezing straight in the soldier’s face.

******

“And that’s all you did?” Bucky eyed Steve suspiciously.

“Yeah…” Steve protested his innocence “She just absolutely lost it! Then she gave me the cold shoulder this morning, and maintained radio silence all day other than to reply with the word OK when I said I was coming out to meet you guys after work.”

“So is it all down to the dog then?” Bucky asked.

“Possibly.” Steve conceded “He’s a little…different to Lucky…”

He trailed off, pondering what Bucky had said, wondering if his best friend had hit the nail on the head. Stark had been with them just over 7 months now and whilst Katie wasn’t overly hostile towards him, she wasn’t as loving either as she had been with Lucky. Steve got it, well he thought he did, she’d loved Lucky to pieces, but Stark was just as good a dog. Ok, so he was a little boisterous and far more mischievous than Lucky had been and had taken time to settle in. And he still had a habit of eating and chewing things but, all in all, the kids loved him, Steve loved him…

“Well, whatever it is I do know one thing…” Sam said, drawing Steve’s attention back to him.

“What?”

“The more you try and make sense of it, the less sense it’s gonna make.” he shrugged “Dude she’s a woman, just…”

Steve shook his head, whilst Katie was prone to her little moments and bratty outbursts, he was normally pretty good at getting into her head and understanding what was wrong with her. That was something that came from knowing her for 17 years and being in love with her for 16. Or 17 as he often admitted to himself that he was pretty sure he’d fallen for her that day she’d given him her cell number as they waved goodbye to Thor. Hell, if you added in the 15 he’d spent back in time after taking the stones back it was over 30…

“She’s not like that.” Steve said, “Ok she can be a bit hormonal at times but…”

“There you have it, maybe it’s time of the month?” Bucky shrugged and Steve rolled his eyes.

“She’s never normally that bad…”

Sam pondered for a moment “How old is she?”

“45 just gone, why?”

Sam made a noise as he clicked is finger and pointed at Steve “Menopause?”

“What?” Steve looked at him as Bucky scoffed.

“Shut up Birdbrain.” Bucky shook his head “That’s far too young to-“ “I’m being serious man…” Sam shrugged “That’s about the time my mom started going through the change and it was like living with a fucking velociraptor…” Steve took another drink of his beer.

“She been having any other symptoms? Hot flushes? How’s the sex life?” Sam pressed.

Steve groaned, his neck and ears flushing “The sex is fine, it’s great, as always…” he trailed off, refusing to discuss this anymore but even as he shook his head he thought back to a moment a few days ago when Katie had been complaining that she was really warm, despite him cracking the AC on full whack.

Bucky, sensing Steve’s discomfort changed topic and they spent the rest of the evening discussing far less dangerous subjects than Katie’s potentially dwindling ovaries before they called it a night and set off home. Sam headed for the subway to go back into Manhattan whilst Steve and Bucky continued towards their relative homes.

“Don’t worry about it.” Bucky said “She’ll be waiting when you get home with an apology, maybe in the form of a blow job…” Steve snorted “Maybe.” “And don’t listen to Sam. He talks shit.” Steve bid Bucky goodnight, and as he walked the few blocks back to their house he pulled his phone out and started googling symptoms of the menopause, grimacing as he read them.

Hot flushes, night sweats, weight gain, anxiety, difficulty concentrating, memory loss, sore or tender breasts, headaches, difficulty sleeping, vaginal dryness…

Fuck.

…a reduced sex drive

Double fuck.

…, mood swings, palpitations, joint stiffness, recurrent UTIs.

“Jesus” he groaned to himself, shoving his phone back in his pocket. He could attribute at least 10 of those to Katie over the past few months, remembering clearly the other day she’d flipped out at the fact her jeans were a little tight at the moment, and she’d had a banging headache yesterday morning, and had managed about 4 hours sleep…then there was the memory loss as she’d gone into the kitchen with the remote control and come back without it, having put it in the fridge, she’d complained last week her boobs were constantly sore…

Steve shook his head, if she was going through all this then she was entitled to be a little off and he was going to have to just put up with it as best he could.

He pressed his palm to the pad on the gate and once it was open enough he slipped through and walked to the door, sliding his key into the lock. Stark instantly shot out to greet him and after bending to give the dog loves he stood up and followed the soft tones of the piano to the den where Katie was playing with Rori on her lap already dressed for bed.

“Ok, now you try…” his wife said softly, and Rori placed her hands on the keys and began to track her mother’s movements.

“Almost…” Katie grinned, looking down at her, before her hands moved back and she played up a slowly “Try again.” This time Rori nailed it and let out a squeal as Katie laughed and dropped a kiss to her head.

“Nice work Princess…” Steve said, and they both turned to look at him.

“Daddy!” Rori said with a grin, shooting off the stool to run to him. He swept her up and gave her a big kiss on the cheek.

“Hey.” he smiled at her “You had a good day?”

Rori nodded “We did err…that thing where you do the numbers with each other and…what was it momma?”

“Times tables.” Katie smiled and Rori nodded.

“Yeah that, and then we did some reading and I got a gold star for doing a full chapter.”

“No way!” Steve grinned “You’re a brainbox just like your ma.” “So Momma made us all tacos for tea as a treat and then I did some piano!”

“I saved you some.” Katie looked at Steve “Wasn’t sure if you’d have eaten or not.” “Thanks.” he smiled at her taking her gesture for exactly what he knew it was, an apology. “The boys in bed?”

“Harry is. Jamie is in his room on his computer.”

“Ok, I’ll pop up. You ready for bed munchkin?”

Rori nodded “Story time?”

“You bet.”

With Rori in his arms he crossed the room to drop a kiss to Katie’s head before he took his daughter upstairs, Stark following. By the time he’d read Rori a story, tucked her in, checked on Harry and then had a hushed argument with Jamie about how he had another 30 minutes before lights almost 40 minutes had passed before he finally headed downstairs.

Katie was in the kitchen loading stuff into the dishwasher and he made his way over, wrapping his arms round her waist.

“I’m sorry.” she said gently, turning to face him, her hands gently scratching at his beard “I was out of order yesterday…” “It’s ok…” “No, it’s not.” she sighed “I’ve been up and down all over the last few months and taking it out on you and the kids isn’t fair.”

“Do you know why?” Steve asked, wondering how on earth he was going to broach the subject.

“Yeah, well, maybe. I spoke to Pepper before when she rang asking what time she should send Happy for the kids tomorrow, and she suggested I might be…” Katie took a deep breath “…going through the change, so to speak…” If Pepper had been in the room right there and then, Steve would have probably kissed her for being the one to bring this up so he didn’t have to.

“Anyway, I’ve made an appointment to go to the Doctor’s tomorrow.” Katie shrugged.

“Do you want me to come?” Steve asked.

“No.” she said, “It’s the middle of the afternoon. You’ll be in class.” “Ok.” he said, “Well, whatever it is we’ll work it together, yeah” “I know.” she smiled, as he leaned down to give her a kiss.

“And as the kids are at Peppers tomorrow, I think that means we can spend a bit of time alone…” he nudged her nose with his and she smiled “Take out, bottle of wine…” “The dog…” she smirked and Steve laughed.

“I’ll lock him in the hallway…” “You can’t do that to him!” she said, scoffing. “Poor Stark…”

“You hated him yesterday…”

“I don’t hate him.” she said softly “He’s just not Lucky…but Jamie made me realise something before. He pointed out that he has so many little personality traits that are different to Lucky…he’s his own dog, in his own right…I’ve not really been fair to him…”

“Hey…” he said, spotting the tears in her eyes. “Honey don’t…” “See!” she blurted out, spluttering a laugh as she wiped at her face “This is fucking ridiculous…”

Steve chuckled as he wrapped his arms around her again and she pressed her cheek into his t-shirt, breathing in his smell as she always did when she needed to ground herself. A mixture of the sandalwood notes in his aftershave, the soft linen smell of his clothes and, well, another smell, a manly type of note that she simply called his Steve scent. One that she insisted no other man smelt like and that she told him she was convinced came from the serum.

“I don’t wanna be going through the menopause” she moaned, “I don’t wanna get old, and wrinkly, and fat and…barren…”

At that Steve laughed, because he couldn’t fucking help it.

“Barren?” he looked down at her, shaking his head “You’re such an idiot…we have 4 kids…you gave birth to 3 of them.” “Don’t remind me.” she pulled back and narrowed her eyes “Rori’s birth still haunts me.”

“You know I was so proud of you that day.” he smiled at her. “Still am.”

“I’ve never been so frightened in my life.” she said, “And I mean that…even when we fought…and Tony…” she trailed off and swallowed “But I’d do it all again in a heartbeat because she’s so damned perfect and amazing…”

Something washed over Steve at her words, a feeling of pure love but also unadulterated absolute, heartfelt desire and he tipped his wife’s chin up so that she was looking directly at him, and he dropped his face.

“God I fucking love you…” he mumbled, pressing his lips to hers again, his arms pulling her closer.

“Yeah?” she asked as his hands moved to her hips and he gently lifted her up onto the counter.

“Yeah…” he said, standing in between her legs, his mouth dropping to her neck. She rolled her head back, giving him better access as he nipped at her pulse-point, before his lips moved to that hollow at the bottom of her throat, his beard scratching her skin. She let out a soft sigh as he smirked a little, her legs hooking around his waist to pull him closer.

“Want something baby girl?” he asked and she let out a groan at his words.

“Yeah, you…” she said, shamelessly.

“Well we all know that you always get what you want, brat…” he muttered, his lips sliding up to hers and he kissed her hard, his tongue sliding against hers as his hands moved to pop the button on her denim shots before he gently grasped at the waistband and she shifted to allow him to pull them down over her legs, tossing them to one side. His hands slip up underneath the t-shirt she was wearing, pulling down one side of her bra, his hands gently teasing at her nipple, all the time listening to the soft noises and groans she was making as he continued, his nose brushing against hers, smiling softly.

“You like that?” he whispered, knowing full well that she did, but he knew she liked his soft dirty talk and she gave a sigh and a nod, followed by a little squeak as he pushed two fingers insider her.

Her head fell forward onto his shoulder as her hands grasped at his back through his T-shirt, and as he continued to stroke and coax her she bit down on his neck causing him to hiss slightly at the bite of pain.

“Need you…” she purred into his ear “Please.”

And when she asked like that, he was always powerless to refuse. This woman was his absolute weakness.

He moved his head to kiss her again, and removing his hand from her panties he reached up and pulled them down before he stood up, and she reached for his belt, opening it easily and quickly before doing the same to the button and zip on his jeans. She pushed them down, over his hips as Steve’s hands moved to her back and he gently pulled her forwards, sliding her towards him, letting her feel how ready he was. She reached down and gently gave his hard cock a pump up and down and he let out a groan as he pulled her off the counter slightly, her legs wrapping around his waist, arms round his neck, her lower back resting against the side of the worktop both of them letting out a load moan of satisfaction as he pushed forward, all the way home.

Steve’s head dropped to Katie’s shoulder, his mouth once more on the pulse point in her neck as he thrust again, his hands on her back, keeping her supported slightly

“God you feel so good…” he said, his lips moving back to hers as he set a pace that was torturously slow, and deep, and loving. Thrust after thrust he kept his lips either on hers or centimetres away, watching her intently as her pupils blew as he worked her up, driving into her, as deep as he could go, one hand resting at the back of her spine to keep her back from slamming into the harsh marble edge of the counter, the other guiding her head so he could kiss her, hard.

Her hands moved, the nails scraping lightly at the nape of his neck, and Steve felt himself falter for a split second at her touch.

“Fuck doll…” he groaned into her mouth as she grinned cheekily, her hands sliding down to his bare ass as she urged him on, desperate for him to pick up the pace. So be obliged, giving her what she wanted.

Because he always did.

She held on to his ass for dear life, moaning with her body arching in his hands, the fabric of his jeans chafed delectably against her thighs, the belt buckle hitting her hard with every thrust and before long she let out a loud groan, her hands tightening on his skin as she cried out as he quickened his pace even more, causing her to gasp his name, a broken mumble of the word “Stevie…” before she let out a breathless gasp, her voice catching in her throat as the world began to tip on its axis.

“Come on, come for me doll…” he whispered, his breath hot on her ear. And that was it, she dropped over the edge, her head falling back as her hands slid up and grasped tightly on the hem of his shirt as she clenched around him, again and again, groaning and trembling, powerless to stop her body’s reactions. It took him another couple of thrusts before he gave a soft “oh” of pleasure, her name tumbled from his mouth before he bit down on her shoulder softly, reacting his own end. He gave a few erratic thrusts, pumping with short, deep strokes which sent Katie over another peak, but this was feeble as she collapsed forward, her head laying on his shoulder, utterly spent.

They stayed still for a moment, the only sound in the room was the ticking of the clock on the wall as Steve gently held his wife to him, as they both evened out from their high.

“Love you…” she said softly, kissing the tip of his nose causing him to smile, that cheeky smile he saved just for her before his lips met hers again

“Good, because I love you too pretty girl, more than you could ever know.”

***** If he was honest, Steve had forgotten all about Katie’s appointment until just after lunch, when he ushered his students into the seminar room and smiled at one of them, a small, slight red head, also called Katie. With a quick curse at himself, he fired his wife a text telling her to call him when she’d been seen, and that he loved her, before he closed the door and sat down in his chair and began to talk the group through the notes from the lecture before he invited them to discuss the subject of Money, impressionism and the understanding how the juxta positioning of colours against one another reflected the effects of light on objects.

Katie didn’t reply, other than to say that she was ok, the appointment had been fine and that Happy was on his way to collect the kids to take them to Pepper’s for the weekend. He’d said goodbye to them this morning, the 3 of them not in the slightest bit bothered they wouldn’t see him until Sunday, which was always something that slightly peeved him a little, but also made him glad that they had a good time with the Auntie and Cousin whilst they were at the lake house. It was important to him, and Katie, that their kids kept a good relationship with Pepper and Morgan, as they’d all be so close before Tony had died, so once a month all their kids headed up there, and then 2 weeks later Morgan would spend the weekend with them.

Steve drove the relatively short distance home and walked into the house, finding Katie at the kitchen table, face-timing Emmy and Brooke. He dropped a kiss to her cheek and waved at his eldest and he best friend, joining in the chat until they declared they had to get ready for the next round of partying and bid them both goodbye. Katie dropped the phone to the table as Steve stood up and retrieved a beer from the fridge. Katie waved off his offer and ran her hands over her face, a tired expression on her features as she stood up.

“Hey, you ok?” he asked, a little concerned as he flipped the lid off his beer. “Yeah…” she nodded, her eyes flickering to the white bag on the table which bore the Pharmacy logo on the front.

“I take it the Doctors gave you something then, for the…” he said, nodding towards it, taking a drink from the bottle. “It’s not the menopause.” she cut him off, shaking her head.

Steve frowned, “It’s not.” “No, I err…” she swallowed and looked at him “Steve, you might wanna sit down.”

“Are you sick?” Steve frowned, ignoring her instruction, his mind flying all over the place. That was his worst nightmare; that she got sick and it was serious, meaning she’d end up leaving him and the kids behind…

“Steve…” “Baby you’re worrying me…”

“I’m pregnant.” she blurted out.

The bottle Steve was holding slipped from his hand and landed on the tiles, shattering at his feet, showering the bottoms of his trousers in beer but he paid it no attention. Instead, he blinked, his wife’s words echoing around his head.

“Pregnant…” he whispered. “How, I mean…you’re on the pill…”

Katie shrugged “It can happen, apparently, and of course it would happen to us…”

Steve looked at her as she stood, her eyes locked onto his. They had certainly not planned this, one iota. Harry was meant to be their last, their little “one more” as they’d put it. But here they were, with another “one more” on the way.

“I…” Steve was struggling to find his words. “Honey…this…I…shit…”

“You know I expect this one…” she pointed to her belly “To be more articulate than you’re being right now when they’re two…”

He looked at her, blinked and then his face split into a huge grin and he pulled her to him, pressing his lips to hers in an excited kiss. “Oh my baby momma…” he pulled back, his hands cupping her face as she smiled up at him and he grinned cheekily “I got you pregnant 4 times…”

“Yeah, now I come to think of it the plants in the hallway are withering a little. Maybe you can go jerk off in the pots, bring them back to life.” she quipped.

“I’d rather fuck you if it’s all the same…” he grinned, reaching down and grabbing the back of her thighs, hauling her up against him as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

“Take me to bed Soldier” she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, and not one who needed asking twice, Steve kissed her again before he backed them out of the kitchen.

N/B SURPRISE MOFOS…BET YOU DIDN’T SEE THAT ONE COMING!!! Baby Rogers no 5 is on the way!!!!!

**Original Posting**

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what-is-your-plan-today · 5 years ago

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Stark Spangled Forever: Changes

Intro: Dealing with the changes of growing older can be a right, royal pain…

Warnings: SMUT (NSFW, NO under 18s!”)

Pairing:Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark

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July 2029

Domestic? Yes. Mundane? Yes. Absolute bliss? Yes.

“Thinks he owns the place.” she muttered, reaching out for her glass of wine. Noticing it was empty she gave a low groan and sat up.

“I’ll go…” Steve offered but she shook her head.

“No, honestly its fine…you need one or?”

He nodded, draining his bottle and she took the empty off him.

She headed out of the room and as soon as she had left Stark hopped up onto the sofa, laying his head against Steve who chuckled, giving him an ear scratch, his concentration still on the TV.

“Seriously.” Katie deadpanned and he looked up as she placed their drinks on the table. “I was gone for like 3 minutes if that…”

Steve shrugged and gave her a grin. “Guess he wanted a snuggle.”

“But look at him, baby…” Steve chuckled, glancing down at the dog.

“He’s in my seat.”

“Awww he’s comfy…”

“Steve!” Katie said louder this time and he turned his head up to see his wife stood there, arms folded as she glared at him then the dog. “I’m being serious…”

“I’m not fighting with a dog over a seat on my fucking couch.” she said, “I said move him Steve…”

“Ok…” Steve said, holding his hands up “Stark, down…”

The dog gave a huff and slid off the sofa and Katie settled back into her seat. Steve glanced at her, his eyebrow raised.

“Don’t look at me like that Steven.” she warned him “You let that dog get away with murder.”

“And last week he ate the keys to my Camero Steve, my fucking keys!”

She finished her rant and Steve blinked, raising his eyebrows.

“Are you done?” he asked her a moment later, his voice flat.

She took a deep breath and moved to grab her book, resuming her previous position. “Yes.”

“Feel better for getting that off your chest?”

“That’s not what I was doing.”

“Sounded like it to me.”

She groaned and slammed her book shut “I’m going upstairs…” Steve signed “Katie, come on sweetheart…don’t be like this.”

“Like what?”

“All pissed off over the dog!” he said, shaking his head “You’re being ridiculous.”

As soon as the words flew out of his mouth he grimaced inwardly. The worst thing he could ever say in the middle of one of her outbursts was exactly that.

“Really… ok, well how’s this for ridiculous? You love the dog so much? You can sleep with him in his basket tonight…” she snarled at Steve, before she stormed out of the room.

Steve watched her go, his mouth dropping open before he let out a groan and threw himself back against the cushions. In a second Stark had jumped back up into the spot Katie had vacated.

“What the fuck just happened?” he asked the dog, who promptly thumped his tail as he turned his head to Steve, before sneezing straight in the soldier’s face.

******

“And that’s all you did?” Bucky eyed Steve suspiciously.

“So is it all down to the dog then?” Bucky asked.

“Possibly.” Steve conceded “He’s a little…different to Lucky…”

“Well, whatever it is I do know one thing…” Sam said, drawing Steve’s attention back to him.

“What?”

“The more you try and make sense of it, the less sense it’s gonna make.” he shrugged “Dude she’s a woman, just…”

Steve shook his head, whilst Katie was prone to her little moments and bratty outbursts, he was normally pretty good at getting into her head and understanding what was wrong with her. That was something that came from knowing her for 17 years and being in love with her for 16. Or 17 as he often admitted to himself that he was pretty sure he’d fallen for her that day she’d given him her cell number as they waved goodbye to Thor. Hell, if you added in the 15 he'd spent back in time after taking the stones back it was over 30...

“She’s not like that.” Steve said, “Ok she can be a bit hormonal at times but…”

“There you have it, maybe it’s time of the month?” Bucky shrugged and Steve rolled his eyes.

“She’s never normally that bad…”

Sam pondered for a moment “How old is she?”

“45 just gone, why?”

Sam made a noise as he clicked is finger and pointed at Steve “Menopause?”

“What?” Steve looked at him as Bucky scoffed.

“She been having any other symptoms? Hot flushes? How’s the sex life?” Sam pressed.

Hot flushes, night sweats, weight gain, anxiety, difficulty concentrating, memory loss, sore or tender breasts, headaches, difficulty sleeping, vaginal dryness…

Fuck.

…a reduced sex drive

Double fuck.

…, mood swings, palpitations, joint stiffness, recurrent UTIs.

Steve shook his head, if she was going through all this then she was entitled to be a little off and he was going to have to just put up with it as best he could.

“Ok, now you try…” his wife said softly, and Rori placed her hands on the keys and began to track her mother’s movements.

“Nice work Princess…” Steve said, and they both turned to look at him.

“Daddy!” Rori said with a grin, shooting off the stool to run to him. He swept her up and gave her a big kiss on the cheek.

“Hey.” he smiled at her “You had a good day?”

Rori nodded “We did err…that thing where you do the numbers with each other and…what was it momma?”

“Times tables.” Katie smiled and Rori nodded.

“Yeah that, and then we did some reading and I got a gold star for doing a full chapter.”

“No way!” Steve grinned “You’re a brainbox just like your ma.” “So Momma made us all tacos for tea as a treat and then I did some piano!”

“Harry is. Jamie is in his room on his computer.”

“Ok, I’ll pop up. You ready for bed munchkin?”

Rori nodded “Story time?”

“You bet.”

Katie was in the kitchen loading stuff into the dishwasher and he made his way over, wrapping his arms round her waist.

“Do you know why?” Steve asked, wondering how on earth he was going to broach the subject.

“Anyway, I’ve made an appointment to go to the Doctor’s tomorrow.” Katie shrugged.

“Do you want me to come?” Steve asked.

“I’ll lock him in the hallway…” “You can’t do that to him!” she said, scoffing. “Poor Stark…”

“You hated him yesterday…”

“Hey…” he said, spotting the tears in her eyes. “Honey don’t…” “See!” she blurted out, spluttering a laugh as she wiped at her face “This is fucking ridiculous…”

“I don’t wanna be going through the menopause” she moaned, “I don’t wanna get old, and wrinkly, and fat and…barren…”

At that Steve laughed, because he couldn’t fucking help it.

“You know I was so proud of you that day.” he smiled at her. “Still am.”

“God I fucking love you…” he mumbled, pressing his lips to hers again, his arms pulling her closer.

“Yeah?” she asked as his hands moved to her hips and he gently lifted her up onto the counter.

“Want something baby girl?” he asked and she let out a groan at his words.

“Yeah, you…” she said, shamelessly.

“Need you…” she purred into his ear “Please.”

And when she asked like that, he was always powerless to refuse. This woman was his absolute weakness.

Steve’s head dropped to Katie’s shoulder, his mouth once more on the pulse point in her neck as he thrust again, his hands on her back, keeping her supported slightly

Her hands moved, the nails scraping lightly at the nape of his neck, and Steve felt himself falter for a split second at her touch.

Because he always did.

They stayed still for a moment, the only sound in the room was the ticking of the clock on the wall as Steve gently held his wife to him, as they both evened out from their high.

“Love you…” she said softly, kissing the tip of his nose causing him to smile, that cheeky smile he saved just for her before his lips met hers again

“Good, because I love you too pretty girl, more than you could ever know.”

“I take it the Doctors gave you something then, for the…” he said, nodding towards it, taking a drink from the bottle. “It’s not the menopause.” she cut him off, shaking her head.

Steve frowned, “It’s not.” “No, I err…” she swallowed and looked at him “Steve, you might wanna sit down.”

“Steve…” “Baby you’re worrying me…”

“I’m pregnant.” she blurted out.

“Pregnant…” he whispered. “How, I mean…you’re on the pill…”

Katie shrugged “It can happen, apparently, and of course it would happen to us…”

“I…” Steve was struggling to find his words. “Honey…this…I…shit…”

“You know I expect this one…” she pointed to her belly “To be more articulate than you’re being right now when they’re two…”

“Yeah, now I come to think of it the plants in the hallway are withering a little. Maybe you can go jerk off in the pots, bring them back to life.” she quipped.

“I’d rather fuck you if it’s all the same…” he grinned, reaching down and grabbing the back of her thighs, hauling her up against him as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

“Take me to bed Soldier” she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, and not one who needed asking twice, Steve kissed her again before he backed them out of the kitchen.

N/B SURPRISE MOFOS…BET YOU DIDN’T SEE THAT ONE COMING!!! Baby Rogers no 5 is on the way!!!!!

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crue-sixx · 5 years ago

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We’re Going to be Parents (Chris Evans Imagine)

Summary: You discover you’re pregnant and find yourself nervous to tell your fiancé, Chris Evans.

You stood in the bathroom, pacing nervously as you chewed on your thumbnail. It was a habit you had ditched long ago, but picked back up for this certain occasion. It felt like hours had passed when in reality it had only been a few minutes at least. You couldn’t remember the last time you had felt so anxious or if you had ever actually felt this anxious before.

The timer on your phone rang through the silence of the bathroom causing you to jump and let out a shaky breath. It was the moment of truth. You thought you were ready, but you weren’t so sure.

‘Okay, just suck it up and look at it,’ you thought to yourself.

You took a deep breath before you took the few short steps to the counter. You let a moment pass before you finally just grabbed the stick that was taunting you and looked at it. Your eyes widened at what it read.

Pregnant.

You were pregnant.

You already knew before the test even told you, but you still let out a choked breath of surprise. This had certainly been unexpected and not planned. You weren’t upset or disappointed. You were just shocked. You stood there for a few moments taking it all in. Of course it was only one test, but it was enough confirmation for you at the moment. You looked down at your stomach and put a hand on it. You couldn’t help but smile at the idea of a part of you and Chris both growing in there.

Chris! How were you going to tell Chris? Was he even ready for a baby? You were newly engaged so the discussion of having a kid anytime soon had never came up. You knew that one day you would like that, but when you were married and settled. He was also so busy with his new movie. You couldn’t be sure what he would think and it was making you anxious all over again.

You decided the best thing to do would be for you not to tell Chris until you’d actually been to the doctor to confirm the pregnancy.

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A couple of weeks went by and you had yet to tell Chris that you were pregnant.

You went to the doctor for confirmation and sure enough you were just a little over a couple of months along. The only person you’d confided in was your best friend. Of course she was supportive and encouraging, which was good for you. Suffering from anxiety made it difficult for you to handle such life altering changes on your own and you were still so nervous about telling Chris though you were super excited about this baby. He’d been away working on a movie and you were opposed to telling him such news over the phone or FaceTime. He was coming home that day for a few days before he went to film more scenes. You decided that you would tell him that night.

You pulled his favorite meal out of the oven just as Dodger started barking. That let you know someone was around and you suspected it was Chris. Sure enough you heard the door that led into the garage open and Chris waltzed in. He looked tired, but in good spirits. Dodger had to be the first to greet him of course, jumping all over him till Chris finally bent down to pet on him. He stood after a few moments and grinned at you as he walked over to you.

“Welcome home, babe,” you greeted him and immediately wrapped your arms around him. You’d missed him so much and it felt nice to be in his arms again.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he greeted back and wrapped his arms around you in return. He held you close and kissed the top of your head. “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too,” you told him and lifted your head up to look at him. Your chin rested on his chest as you admired him. “Your beard is even fuller now.”

“You like it?” He asked curiously with a smile.

“Don’t ask questions you already know the answer to, Evans,” you told him with a smirk. “You know that beard does things to me.”

“Oh, I know it can do things to you,” he retorted with a smirk and wink.

“Behave,” you told him and giggled before you leaned up and placed a kiss on his lips.

“Something smells amazing,” he told you when you finally pulled apart.

“I made your favorite.”

Chris went up to your shared bedroom to take his bags and to also take a quick shower as dinner cooled off. You ate once he was ready and talked about what was going on with the movie and about your own job. It was a pleasant meal, but the whole pregnancy thing was still in the back of your mind. You didn’t think you should just lay it out on him when he’d just gotten home. You would wait and give him some time.

You cleaned up everything from dinner and put leftovers in the fridge before you retired to the bedroom. Your nerves and anxiety were really starting to eat at you. You’d decided just going ahead and telling him would put you at ease. Once you were in the bedroom, Chris went and laid down on the bed. He started patting the spot beside him with a smirk.

“Come join me, sweetheart. I’m ready to show you just how much I’ve really missed you.”

“I will in just a second, babe,” you told him with a small nervous smile. “There’s just...something I have to do first.”

His brows furrowed at that, sensing your uneasiness. “Okay...is everything alright?”

“Yeah, it’s just... hang on a second,” you replied before you walked away to your closet. You grabbed the little gift bag you’d had sitting there for days and took a deep breath before you came back out with it. You walked over to Chris and handed him the bag. “This is for you.”

He looked at you curiously with a little smile before he took the bag and leaned back against the headboard. He took the paper out of it and brought out the little onesie inside. It read My daddy is a super hero with the Captain America shield on it. You’d had it specially made and was proud of it.

“My daddy is a super hero,” he read aloud as you stood there nervously, holding your breath.

He didn’t seem to get it as first and you were wondering if your idea was so good after all. Finally, it’s like something clicked. Chris’ eyes suddenly grew wide as he stared at the little onesie. You were still stood there not knowing if his reaction was good or bad.

“Wait, are you...are you pregnant?”

You bit your lip and nodded as you looked at him. “The doctor confirmed it a couple of weeks ago. I’m just over two months along. I didn’t want to tell you till you were home.”

Chris stared at you before looking at the onesie again. You didn’t know what to think. He wasn’t really indicating how he felt about this and it was making you nervous.

When it felt like you were about to explode from the nerves, a huge grin finally found its way on Chris’ face.

“You’re pregnant,” he spoke softly and looked at you. “I’m going to be a dad...we’re going to be parents!”

You felt your body relax at his reaction and let out the breath you’d been holding. “So you’re okay with this?”

“Am I okay with this?” He asked as he sat up and pulled you to him, making you straddle his lap so that you were facing him. “Are you serious? I’m more than okay with this. This is amazing, Y/N! You know how much I want a family of my own. What would make you think I wouldn’t be okay with this, baby?”

You sighed and looked down, but he lifted your chin gently so that you were looking at him again. “I don’t know. It’s just we hadn’t planned for this right now. We just got engaged and you’re working on movies. I didn’t know if now was the right time. You know my anxiety makes me question everything.”

Chris listened and nodded at what you told him, understanding your explanation. He knew about your anxiety and had been supportive about it, helping you through it.

“Sweetheart, I understand, but you should know that I’m happy about this. I can quit projects if I have to or make them push filming back. Acting isn’t more important to me than you or this baby.” He smiled as he looked down at your stomach and placed a hand on it. He stared at your stomach with the happiest look. You’d only seen him this happy when you got engaged. “I’m so happy about this and there’s no one I’d rather have a baby with. I love you so much.”

Some tears fell from your eyes. Happy tears of course. You were so relieved that Chris was happy and he was being so sweet. He looked back at you and wiped the tears away before he cupped your cheeks and kissed you softly. He pulled away from the kiss after a few moments, but rested his forehead against your own.

“You’re happy about this too, right?” He asked as he looked into your eyes.

“Chris, I’m so happy about this,” you told him with a smile. “I’m so happy to be doing this with you.”

He smiled and pulled you into his arms to hold you and you cuddled up into him with a wide smile.

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paullahotes · 5 years ago

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Incalescent- Chapter Two

Pairing: Paul Lahote x Fem!OC

Summary: Em just wants to be loved and have a family for once in her life. But nothing has ever gone right in her life before so why should it now?

Word Count: 7.6k

Warnings: semi-abuse from father figure, gross feelings

A/N: Listen, I don’t think I’m a good writer so this could be terrible! Let me know what you guys think of it!

Three periods had crawled by, each one continuously going slower than the last. I was now sitting in my algebra class, watching the clock tick by slowly. This school was shaping up to be different than the others I had been to, everyone wanted to know me here. A couple different boys, whose names I didn’t remember, had all introduced themselves to me. They were all eager to meet the new girl, they rarely got new people in this town and I was ‘front page baby’. Of course I was not too eager to meet any of them and vehemently denied an interview for the front page of the school newspaper.

When I had gotten home this morning before school, my dad wasn’t there but the house was a mess. Our couch was shredded, pieces of wood and clumps of foam covered the living room. The pan he was cooking dinner in was burnt to a crisp, too far gone to be saved. When I threw it out I made sure to double bag it and bring it right to the can to make sure the smell didn’t linger in the house. The only thing I could do for the rest of the smell in the house was open a few windows and leave them for the day to air everything out.

Thankfully Emily had given me a new outfit and food for school because I had no time for either when I looked around at the mess before me. Though, currently the wolves were the last things on my mind. The one thing at the forefront was that I had killed my mother and my father hated me for it. There would be no getting out of talking about this with him, maybe he would want to work things out. I knew though that that was far fetched, in his mind, I had killed the woman he loved. I had sucked the life out of her, leaving her dead and me a burden on him. My face practically mirroring hers a constant reminder of the tragic events.

“Miss Abbott?” The teacher called from the front of the class, his hoarse voice pulling me from the self hating thoughts. He was staring me down, waiting for a reply so I shrugged at him. The class was turned looking at me now, every pair of eyes trained on my face. “Miss Abbott, you’re new here, so I’ll give you some leeway this time but from now on you have better be paying attention.”

“Yes, sir,” I muttered back copying down the notes from the board that I had been neglecting. I had already taken this math class three times, I could probably teach it by now. Taking the notes however proved to be a good distraction from my thoughts and before I knew it, the bell was ringing for lunch time.

Paper bag in hand I made my way to the cafeteria and found a table in the corner that no one was sitting at. I sat in a seat so I wouldn’t be facing everyone but so I could still see if I was going to be ambushed by anyone. The few boys who introduced themselves to me this morning all stared me down as they say at a different table. I could hear them muttering about how anti social I was and how even Bella, who had ditched everyone for Edward, was still better than I was coming off.

I didn’t think much of it as I propped my right leg up on a chair, to help with the swelling from the bite from Paul and scrolled through the apps on my phone. The lunch Emily packed me was delicious, with a good mix of veggies and fruit. I usually bought school lunch and picked at it because it was gross so this was a good change. There was nothing interesting on my phone except for a few texts from my dad begging me to come home and apologizing but I wasn’t ready to open up that can of worms over text with him.

“You’re back!” someone said, sarcasm was practically dripping from their mouth. When I looked up one of the girls sitting at the tables with the boys from earlier was looking at some newcomers. If looks could kill the three new people who were standing waiting for seats would be dead.

Two of them were clearly vampires, the small girl with black spiky hair had the palest skin I had ever seen, even for a vampire. She had a sincere smile on her beautiful face, looking as upbeat as ever even with a whole table of people glaring at her The other vampire was a guy, he was standing behind the vampire girl and the other human girl. He was wearing a beige sweater and khakis, his hair disheveled but there was evidence of gel suggesting he wanted to look disheveled on purpose.

The third one of them was a human, if she didn’t have deep brown eyes instead of golden like her two companions I might mistake her for a vampire too. Her skin was so pale it was almost grey. Her long brown hair hung over her shoulders, held back by a plain brown headband. She kept looking up at the male vampire like he was a Greek god with the sun shining out of his butt. He seemed very plain to me, with his beige outfit and brooding look on his face. He looked like he was ready to cry and recite poetry about something sad.

“Our family just loves Forks so much, we couldn’t stay away!” the small girl said excitedly, taking a seat at the table. Her two friends following suit while everyone else at the table shifted uncomfortably in their seats. The rest of the group fell back into their conversations, the girl who was fake excited turned away from the newcomers to talk with everyone.

The table next to me began talking about the three people who showed up at the other table across the cafeteria. One of the people whispered something about doctor Cullen’s wife not liking the big city so they all came back here. The word ‘cult’ was thrown in as a reference to their family because none of them ate or really tried interacting with anyone at this school. I found out from eavesdropping that there were three other siblings that came here last year but graduated. I wondered to myself if Sam and Paul knew that the Cullens were back since just this morning, they told me that they had left.

I studied the two vampires as they pretended to eat their lunch. The girl picked her food apart trying to make it seem like she was taking bites but the guy was actually taking bites. I’d seen my dad eat food to pretend to be human over the years but he said it tasted like ashes. He told me that he assumed the venom in his system just burned it up so why not just take a few bites to blend in with the humans.

The human girl with them also picked at her food not eating it. Maybe she was trying to make the vampires look more normal or maybe she wanted to be one so bad she picked up their habits evan as a human. One of the boys called her ‘Bella’ as she was picking apart the bread on her tray. This was the girl they were talking about earlier, comparing me to her. Which would probably make the guy vampire Edward.

My first thought when finding out that this was the girl everyone thought was better than me was petty. She was plain and from what I could tell didn’t give a damn about anyone else besides the vampires she was with. She was listening and contributing to the conversation with everyone at the table but her eyes barely left the guy. The whole thing gave me secondhand embarrassment.

It wasn’t too long until the bell rang and I was heading to my next class. I pulled my hood over my head to keep my hair from getting wet as I crossed the courtyard to get to the little buildings scattered along a paved sidewalk. This was the first school I had been to where it wasn’t one whole building but a bunch of little ones placed around a campus. Everyone rushed alongside me, most had umbrellas and the ones that didn’t, ran full speed through the crowd to get to their class faster.

I left my jacket on the coat hook by the door when I got to class and found a seat toward the back so that I could be left alone. The assignment for the beginning of class was written on the board, the rest of the class had started writing about it in their journals so I pulled out my notebook. Writing isn't my strong suit but the prompt on the board read ‘write a narrative about something upsetting’ and I knew exactly what to write about.

While I was writing my narrative I glanced up as two people sat at the desks in front of me. Bella and Edward were sitting there, both turned facing each other with their notebooks out. She was glancing over at him every few seconds and I could hear her breathing hitch every time. I had to suppress an eye roll at the sight of it. Sure I had been lonely my whole life but I couldn’t imagine being that into someone. Though how would I even know since I’d never been in that situation.

The class got started and a couple people shared what they had written. I didn’t volunteer to read mine because of how emotional it sounded. Bella and Edward didn’t volunteer either and every once in a while I thought I could see Edward turn and glance my way. After the first couple times Bella noticed and turned back to me and gave me a questioning look. I made sure I looked like I didn’t know what was going on and just sat there doodling in my notebook.

“Are you new?” she asked me when the bell rang, signalling us to leave and head to our last class. This school and everyone in it was going wildly out of their way to talk to me and I wasn’t having it.

“Yeah,” I told her bluntly and quickly walked away. I grabbed my jacket off the hook and shrugged it on going to my last class. I got there before everyone else, having sped off as fast as I could. I could feel my calf throbbing as I sat down. The bite mark wasn’t an open wound anymore but the teeth outline was still there surrounded by bruises. If I didn’t think about it the pain would go away but since I was reminded of it I had to limp to my seat.

I found a seat in the back of this class as well, internally thanking the universe for giving me the best seats as this school. As I sat at my desk waiting for the other students to arrive I stared out the window. The rain had subsided for the time being, the sky still covered in dark clouds. The day had gone much different weather wise than what it had been this morning when Paul was walking me home.

The early morning sun was peeking through the trees as Paul and I walked side by side to my house. His hand kept bumping into my arm as we went. I had seen a couple cheesy movies where the boy and girl would be walking and the boy would bump his hand into hers on purpose because he wanted to hold it. But Paul and I had just met. He was probably so close because my leg was threatening to give out at any second. Emily had thankfully cleaned and bandaged it well so I wouldn’t have to worry about it for a couple hours.

The walk back through the forest was different than last nights run through it. It had been dark and stormy, a combo that hadn’t let me really appreciate how beautiful it was. Though my mental state probably wouldn’t have let me appreciate it either even if it hadn’t been dark and stormy.

The scenery was gorgeous. The entire forest floor was covered in old fallen tree trunks and moss. The green had overwhelmed me on the drive in but being here with the sunlight peeking through the tops of the trees was amazing. You could hear birds chirping and if you listened close enough you could hear the river rushing over rocks a little ways ahead.

Paul nudged me and smirked as we approached the river. My mouth set into a tight line as I thought of having to jump over it with how badly my leg hurt. I frowned up at him and he still had a smirk on his face.

“Do you think I’d make you jump this after trying to take a chunk out of your leg?” He asked me, his eyes twinkling with delight.

“Yeah, actually,” I mumbled back to him. His smile was so bright as he looked down at me. He shook his head and stepped back a bit before putting his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts and pulling them down. I looked away quickly as blush spread over my cheeks.

“You should watch this, I think you’ll think it’s cool,” I peeked back over at him making sure not to look down but directly at his face. His smile grew wider as he spoke again. “You’re cute when you blush.”

My face got even redder than before, I could feel the heat spreading across my face rapidly. Before I could even think of anything to say and let alone say it, Paul was visibly shaking. Then suddenly he exploded into a grey wolf five times his size. I stood there with my jaw practically on the ground. He grabbed his shorts in his teeth and walked them over to me.

“You were right, this is pretty cool,” I told him patting his head like I would a regular dog. He didn’t seem to like it so he nudged my hand out of the way and flung his shorts at my face. “Alright, alright I’ll carry these but I don’t know how you being a wolf is going to get me across the river.”

Paul laid down on the ground and gestured with his head for me to get on his back. My eyes widened and I took a step back and muttered ‘no way’ quietly. Then before I could do anything else Paul jumped up and ran at me full speed. I let out a shriek as he charged at me and jumped, my leg kept me from going to high and I was suddenly on his back. A low rumble from his chest alerted me to him laughing.

“I’ll remember this,” I growled at him, gripping onto his fur. The wind whipped passed up as he ran forward, faster than I could run even when my leg was healed. I made a mental note to work on my speed so he wouldn’t have an edge on me. We got to the edge of the river quickly and he leaped across it like it was nothing, landing gracefully on the other side.

“So how’d you like it?” Paul asked smugly a few moments later as he was pulling on his pants. It had been such a rush not being the one who was jumping. I was able to just sit back and let the wind whip through my hair and relax. Him turning into a wolf was pretty cool too, way better than being half vampire.

“It was alright, I’m glad I’m half vampire and can’t turn into some dog,” I tried ending my sentence sounding like I was teasing him. I wasn’t used to feeling anything but empty. I had never come close to even a sliver of happiness. The feelings I felt being around Paul and the feelings I felt back when we were at Sam and Emily’s house were foreign. My life had never known anything like this and as my stomach turned itself into knots I knew it couldn’t last forever.

“I know that you secretly wish you were as cool as me,” He taunted me, the bright smile back on his face. I tried not to look directly at him now that I knew I would blush at everything he did if he had that smile.

“Please, I could find someone cooler than you without even trying,” I shot back, the words tumbling out of my mouth before I could stop them. This was the longest interaction I had ever had with anyone in my whole life. Even longer than anything with my father. I didn’t even know that I knew how to interact with anyone like this.

“Hey now, you gotta be nice to me or we can’t be friends,” Paul joked back, bumping into me. I looked up at him, my mouth opening then closing because I didn’t know how to respond. The look on my face must have worried him because he grabbed my hand and said, “I was just joking, we just met but I think we’ll be the greatest friends.”

“I’ve never had one…” I mumbled looking up at him. My forehead was furrowed as I looked up at him. It was pretty pathetic that I hadn’t had a friend but it was all part of keeping the family secret.

“You’ve never had a friend?” He asked sounding like he didn’t believe me. I shrugged as we kept walking and didn’t look up at him.

“My dad never let me have one, he wanted to keep our existence a secret and thought that if I ever had any friends that they would somehow find out about us,” I explained, the more I thought about it the more dumb it sounded.

“Your father sounds like a dick,” Paul muttered. He was right, that is how my dad sounded. Why else would he keep me from having friends? Why else would he keep me from being happy? Maybe it all went back to him blaming me for my mother dying, though if I could go back in time I would change things. I would never kill anyone consciously, that wasn’t me.

“That doesn’t matter anymore, we’re your friends now!” Paul said trying to pull me out of my thoughts. We were coming to a clearing and Paul slowed down his walk. “The whole pack is like one big family, we fight like real siblings and we have bonfires together. I really think you’ll get along with everyone once they see past you being a vampire.”

“Everyone?” I asked sounding a little uneasy. “There’s more than you and Sam?”

“Yeah! There’s actually ten of us that are wolves, two more phased for the first time the other day which indicates that more vampires are in our area.” He explained to me as I wrung my hands together. There were ten wolves in the ‘pack’ he was telling me about. Less than twelve hours ago I didn’t even know wolves existed and now I knew about ten.

“There’s a lot of you…” I quietly exclaimed. “How do you know when to phase? How can you tell that vampires are near?”

“You’ll have to come out to a bonfire sometime and hear our tribes stories. They explain it all but in short and to quote the stories ‘we have always had magic in our blood’,” Paul explained to me as we walked along somehow even slower than before. Meeting him had been a good distraction from my feelings and the pain in my stomach told me that as soon as I was alone I would spiral.

“That sounds fancy, I don’t think there are stories of how vampires came to be,” I muttered to him. “Though if there were they would probably be dark and contain no magic.”

“Don’t sound so negative about vampires, you aren’t so bad,” he emphasized ‘so’ and wagged his eyebrows at me jokingly. I let out a small chuckle, rolling my eyes at him.

We made our way out of the thick trees and into my backyard greeted by the sun being out fully. There were no clouds in sight. The warmth spread over my skin and I let myself smile widely. The weather had been disastrous since our arrival yesterday and the sun was a welcome change.

“You don’t sparkle,” Paul commented from behind me. When I turned to look at him he sounded surprised, the look on his face was priceless.

“I am half human, silly,” I told him. He cocked his head to the side watching me. “Maybe that makes me deadlier than a regular vampire. I look completely innocent.”

“It sure does,” He muttered before shaking his head and giving me a small smile. “I’ll see you later right?”

“Of course, what else do I have to do? Stay home and hang out with my dick of a father?” I asked him referencing what he said earlier. He was beaming now and waved me off. As I turned to walk to my house he was pulling off his shorts again and phasing into a wolf. I heard a loud howl in the distance as I was opening my front door, bringing a smile to my face.

“Miss Abbott,” someone said pulling me out of my daydream. I snapped back into reality and saw that this teacher was catching me for not paying attention too. I stared at him until he spoke some more. “Miss Abbott, I was wondering if you would like to introduce yourself to the class but if you’re too preoccupied don’t let me bother you.”

“My name is Em and I’m new. That’s all you really need to know,” I replied, sounding sarcastic. I didn’t mean for it to come off bad but I was irritated. More so with myself than the teacher who interrupted.

“Great,” He muttered back, the edge in his voice sounding like he was ready to retire any second. None of the students were staring at me this time except for the two who were sitting directly in front of me, again. Bella and Edward stared back at me, both looking different levels of shocked. Edward looked like he was shocked and frustrated. Who knew a vampire could be so uptight about a new student with an attitude problem?

“Mr. Cullen, one student not paying attention is enough for me for one day,” our teacher called from right beside our desks. I gave the teacher a quick glance and then looked forward to the front of the room where he had our lesson up on the board. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Edward stiffen and turn around, clearly upset as he clenched his fists.

Besides a few snide whispers among the other students of ‘the new girl must already love Edward’ and ‘god she’s JUST like Bella, amazed by Edward already’, the class went by quickly and I was out the door while the bell was still ringing. The walk home was brutally cold with the wind whipping at my face, numbing it. With the way Edward already seemed interested in me I didn’t want to risk running home and being found out that I was some type of vampire.

Each step I took brought me new anxiety, that tightened my chest with every breath. There was no doubt that my dad would be home now, waiting for me. I had no idea what to expect from him since everything was on the table now. His mood had changed rapidly during our confrontation that I didn’t even know what to expect from him in that sense when I walked through the door.

When I turned down the street I lived on I could see the car out front of our house but I couldn’t remember if it had been there this morning or not. If he was home he would know that I was close by now, he could probably hear my footsteps and he could definitely hear me breathing hard. The door to the house swung open as I started up our front steps, he wasn’t there but I could hear him walking in the kitchen. My ears picked up on the soft sound of clothing moving against wood, telling me he had taken a seat at the kitchen table.

Once I was down the hallway and into the kitchen I could see him. He was sitting with his elbows on the table and his hands clasped in front of his face. He didn’t look up when I came into the kitchen or as I took my time placing my backpack on the island and taking my jacket off. I took a seat at the table across from him and sat silently, waiting for him to talk.

“I didn’t mean for you to ever find out about your mother,” he stated after a while of silence. His face was unreadable, blank. This terrified more than if he was showing any emotion at all.

“Don’t you think it’s unfair of you to have kept that a secret from me? Don’t you think it’s unfair to treat me the way you do? Don’t you think it’s unfair keeping so much from me?” I asked him those questions with a shaky voice. My body felt like it was vibrating, heat spread from my stomach throughout my whole body. I kept myself from crying but the rest of my body was reacting. A slight sweat was building up on the back of my neck and scalp.

“Everything I have ever done was to protect you,” he said a little bit of emotion breaking through. The way he said it made me want to believe him but he had kept me not only from knowing the truth about my mother but also from knowing anything outside of our little bubble. I didn’t want this to keep happening. As much as I hated myself for now knowing what I did to my mother I wasn’t ever going to die so I had an eternity to go out into the world and explore and I wanted to start doing that soon.

“I can understand that to a point but you’ve never talked about my mother, not once. I didn’t even know what a mother was until you put me in school and I saw that almost everyone else had one. I grew up thinking it was only something in movies, I thought mothers were fictional!” My voice wavered in the end, a few tears spilling out and rolling hotly down my cheek. He sat back, crossing his arms across his chest and looked like he was thinking for a minute.

“You seem to have given this a lot of thought, I guess your little run gave you a lot of time to think,” he was calm now, back to showing no emotion. Though there was a slight edge to his voice. I took in a shaky breath, an indication of how worked up I was about this.

“I’ve been thinking about having this conversation with you my whole life. Do you know how hard it is to not have friends? How hard it is to have the only real interaction you have be with your father and even those interactions are few and far between?” My voice was beginning to crack with every emotion I had felt over the last twenty-three years coming to the surface.

“Em,” he let out a long breath, his eyes almost rolling. “You know how important it is to keep our secret! If anyone found out that we were vampires there would be terrible consequences.”

“How would they find out? What harm would it be for me to have a few friends? Do you think I would go to a sleepover and just tell them I was a vampire? Do you think I introduce myself as ‘Em, the vampire’?” This was when I began to raise my voice. The tears were flowing freely down my face as my father was glaring daggers at me.

“Do you know how hard it is to have the love of your life taken away by a child that you never even wanted?” He shouted at me, standing up so quickly the table lurched forward and shoved me back. The chair tipped back from the force and I hit the floor, not bothering to use any of my enhanced abilities to stop myself. I was lying on the floor when he continued. “You have no clue what I’ve been going through every single day since you were born. I can barely look at you, your face is just like hers, you remind me of her so much. It’s unfair that you get to live when she’s dead!”

“Why didn’t you kill me then? Why did you let her have me?” I sobbed out, tears blurring my vision so that I couldn’t see anymore. The only thing that could be heard for a while the crying, each hiccup-like intake of breath echoing off the walls.

“She wouldn’t let me, she wanted you so bad. She wanted to start a family with me. She was so optimistic, she thought she would live and I could turn her into a vampire and we could raise you. The perfect little family that she always wanted and I was willing to give her anything,” his tone was different now, almost like he was crying too but I still couldn’t see him. My tears wouldn’t stop. “I’m going to leave for a while, to give you some time to breathe. You have my cell phone number so if anyone needs you to confirm you have a dad or anything, just call. Follow the rules while I’m gone, I’ll know if you don’t.”

With the last threat he left, the door slamming so hard behind him that the whole house shook. It felt like years before I could calm down and pick myself up off the floor. My body was stiff as I stood up and put the table and chair back where they belonged. That was when my brain decided to rearrange things and not think about or process anything that had just happened. With the couch from the living room destroyed I decided to move some chairs around to make up for it.

Once the house was completely rearranged and the sun had set, I began to cook my myself some dinner. Though my stomach currently felt like lead I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep at any point tonight if I didn’t eat. When the house began to smell like the food I was cooking, I started to feel better. I let myself breathe the delicious scents in as I stirred my food around the pan.

All the movies and tv shows I had seen over the years told me that this is what your home should always smell like. Your parents should be cooking in the kitchen while the kids are scattered around the house doing homework or other activities. Though I was fully grown now, I had been since I was around 7 years old, but now I was considered a real adult and most people at this age don’t live with their parents anymore. I had never had that and I felt like no matter how many years passed I would still crave a family.

The loneliness crept back in as I stared down at the suddenly inedible food in the pan. The once delicious smells were making my stomach churn, my nose crinkling in disgust. Before I could even register it I was dumping my food out in the trash and scrubbing the pan violently in the sink. I hadn’t even finished my second day here in Forks and I was crying again, the tears running down my face as I splashed the sink water everyone in anger.

How could my father do this to me? Why would he spend over two decades with me, raising me, if he hated and resented me so much? He didn’t seem to give a shit about what my mom had wanted since he barely even acknowledged that I was around so he wasn’t doing it for her in any way.

A sudden knock on the back door pulled me out of my angry thoughts. I jumped at the sound making the soapy water in the sink spill over the edge and on the floor, soaking the bottom of my pants and shoes. The sun had set by now so I couldn’t see out onto my porch but my ears picked up on a rapid heartbeat and a familiar scent was beginning to seep in through the crack in the door. When I flicked on the porch light I was proven right, Paul was standing there soaked from the rain I hadn’t even noticed. I slid the door open silently, letting him in.

“What’s wrong?” His hands came to my face as he asked, palms cupping my cheeks and thumbs wiping my tears away. Part of me knew this behavior was odd from someone I had just met-been attacked by, yesterday. But another part of me wanted to be cared for like this, craved the soft, caring touches.

“My dad left to give me some space to breathe for a while,” I choked out trying to calm down. Paul pulled me into a hug and I didn’t protest, pressing my cheek to his bare chest. The heat was coming off of him in waves, practically burning my cheek.

“Maybe this is a good thing,” Paul tried to assure me, rubbing a hand up and down my back while his other was placed on the back of my head. “He is a dick after all.”

We stayed like that for a while, until reality kicked in a told me I shouldn’t be hugging a complete stranger. I couldn’t tell why but I felt a strong pull to Paul. If I had been in my right mind at all yesterday when he was carrying me through the woods or this morning when he walked me home I would’ve realized it earlier. The second he wasn’t touching me a part of me felt empty, having not realized I felt anywhere near whole when we embraced. I hadn’t even know him for a full twenty-four hours yet so I would be keeping these feelings to myself.

“Are you hungry?” I found myself asking him, gesturing awkwardly to my kitchen.

“Actually I came to see if you wanted to have dinner at Emily’s,” he told me looking around my kitchen. “You said you were going to come over after you got off of school but you never did. I didn’t have a real reason to come and check on you since we just met yesterday and I shouldn’t be worried so Emily suggested that I come and invite you to dinner.”

“I’m sorry, I totally forgot about it with everything that happened when I got home,” my cheeks flushed, the heat pooling in them immediately. Maybe my dad kept me from having friends because he knew I’d be a terrible one.

“Don’t even worry about it, I just really wanted to see you again,” he said the last part unsurely, like he didn’t know that he should actually confess that. His cheeks turned a little red after he spoke and he rubbed a hand awkwardly on the back of his neck.

“Yeah, I would!” My feet squeaked as I walked forward to go with him. I had forgotten about my soaked pants and shoes. “Let me just change real quick.”

I flew up the stairs as fast as I could, throwing open my bedroom door and searching through my boxes of clothes for new pants and shoes. It felt like I had been up there forever once I came downstairs in my new clothes. Paul was waiting for me outback already in wolf form, his shorts in his mouth.

“I can hold those for you,” reaching out I took the shorts from him and climbed on his back, gripping his fur tightly. He took off as fast as he could through the woods, it was so dark out tonight that even I could barely see. The way he ran showed me how sure of himself he was, whipping between trees and over fallen ones without hesitation.

The sound of rushing water filled my ears as we neared the river. Paul never thought twice as he picked up speed and suddenly we were soaring over the it. The water was rushing violently from the heavy amount of rain we had gotten, mist spraying up at us as we went. We hit the other side of the river with a thud, without missing a beat Paul continued forward until we were outside Emily and Sam’s house. Their small cottage lit up the small clearing it was in. I could hear several people laughing inside as I waited for Paul to turn back and put his clothes back on.

“Come on,” Paul said from beside me. He was now dressed and holding out his hand for me to take. My face flushed as I took his hand, feeling more comfortable than I ever had as we walked into the house with our hands intertwined by our sides.

“Welcome back!” Emily called out to me when we walked in. She crossed from room quickly and was pulling me into a hug away from Paul within seconds. When she pulled back she kept her hands on my shoulders and looked me over. “Is everything all healed?”

“For the most part! My leg is still bothering me a bit,” I told her. She looked passed me over to Paul and gave him a sympathetic look. When I glanced back at him he looked like he was on the verge of tears. So I quickly said, “At least you guys know now that I’m not a dangerous vampire, I’d want to keep my people safe too if I were you guys.”

“What kind of bloodsucker are you then?” A boy asked from the kitchen. He was sitting next to Sam and another girl I had never seen. His face was round and youthful but his eyes were hardened like he’d been through a lot. Even though he was sitting I could tell he was a few inches taller than Paul but not as tall as Sam, the three of them the tallest people I have ever been around. The girl next to him that I had never seen was beautiful, her long black hair was pulled into a braid that she had over her shoulder, a scowl on her face as she looked at me. I wondered if they were two of the other wolves Paul had been telling me about earlier.

“I don’t really know,” I replied honestly, shrugging at all of them. “All I can say is I may be half a vampire but I’ve never killed anyone for their blood.”

“Never?” The girl asked me sounding skeptical. No one except for my mom but this wasn’t the time for that. I shook my head at her, everyone in the room looked a little shocked.

“I do steal things though, like blood bags from hospitals so I don’t have to feed directly off of a human. Sometimes I hunt animals…” I trailed off, looking between everyone’s faces. Beside me Emily grabbed my hand and led me to the table and pulled a chair out for me. I was sitting beside the boy I had never seen with Paul on my other side. I could tell that he didn’t like me already from the way he stiffened when I sat down next to him.

“Enough about this! Em is welcome here anytime and she is to be left alone unless she decides she wants to be interrogated.” Emily informed everyone, her eyes landing on the boy next to me. He huffed and sat back in his chair, crossing his arms,

“Don’t mind, Jacob,” Paul leaned in to whisper in my ear. “He’s still in highschool and in love with a girl who doesn’t love him back.”

“Shut up, Paul!” Jacob barked from beside me, getting up so quickly his chair flew back and slammed into a wall. The girl I didn’t know looked like she had gone through this before, Emily wasn’t paying attention as stirred some food and Paul was laughing next to me so hard the table in front of me was shaking.

“Just sit down, Jacob,” The girl said before Sam could say anything, though he was poised and ready, his fists pressed to the table. He took a few deep breaths and picked the pictures off the floor that he knocked down with his chair and came to sit back down. This time he made sure his chair was further away from me and closer to the girl.

“Thanks, Leah,” Sam told the girl, giving her a nod. She nodded back and then went to get some food like nothing happened. Paul started to put food on my plate without saying anything, then began to hesitate when I looked over at him to ask him why.

“I didn’t know if you felt like you should help yourself or not,” Paul explained, continuing to put more food on my plate for me.

“Thank you, I’ve just never…” I trailed off not knowing how to explain this to him and the rest of the people who were now staring at me.

“You’ve never had dinner before?” Jacob asked snidely beside me, a laugh coming out of him.

“I’ve always eaten dinner alone, my father doesn’t eat and he’s my only family,” I began to explain. What I said made the expression on Jacobs face falter, some food threatening to fall out of his mouth as it hung open.

“Haven’t you ever been invited to a friend’s house?” Leah questioned, stopping to ask before she took the forkful of food she had.

“I’ve never had a friend,” I told her quietly. My life was starting to sound pathetic to them and I could tell. I felt Paul’s hand press against my back and rub gently. Everyone was silent for a couple minutes, quietly taking bites of their food. I pushed mine around my plate, taking small bites here and there. Even Jacob was quiet next to me, his face no longer pinched in disgust at my presence.

“Hell yeah another blood sucker free day in the books!” A voice giddily announced walking through the door. I stiffened waiting for them to notice me. The person who announced it stopped in his tracks when his eyes landed on me, the three boys following in behind him stopped too and followed his gaze to me. The youngest boy who followed in the first boy looked between Paul and I and gave me a small smile and a wave.

“Sorry to ruin that for you,” I dead panned, our eyes never breaking contact. The young boy who smiled at me laughed quietly to himself, the two others cracking a smile.

“Yeah, you should be,” He said walking over to the table and grabbing a seat directly across from me. As he filled his plate he began to talk to me, “I’m Jared, by the way. You must be Em, the girl Paul im-” Paul growled and kicked him under the table. Jared and Paul stared each other down for a minute before Jared finished filling his plate and began eating. I took a bite of my food as Paul calmed himself down, he didn’t seem angry but worried about whatever Jared was going to say. Though all he could’ve been saying was that Paul attacked me but he did seem to get upset when that was brought up.

“I’m Seth and these two are Quil and Embry,” the youngest boy said with a mouthful of food. He smiled at me and some food fell from his mouth and down his shirt. He began to laugh, causing more food to spill out of his mouth. I slapped a hand over my mouth as I tried to stifle my giggles. That’s how the rest of the dinner went, filled with laughter and happiness. They showed me how a real family was supposed to be and surprisingly I wasn’t sad, I was the happiest I have ever been.

After everyone was done eating we sat around Emily and Sam's small living room talking and laughing more. Everyone except for Jacob, who was sitting outside on the porch in the dark, were sharing stories. Even Leah, who had been scowling lame when I arrived, seemed to be warming to me as I sat quietly next to Paul on a couch. The heat was radiating off of Paul in waves, warming up my body as I sat snugly against him. I felt happy here, at peace. A bunch of people I had just me were accepting me into their home, into their family. Between the heat and the melodic laughter my eyes began to get heavy and before I could even register it, I was asleep.

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afictionaladventure16 · 6 years ago

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Safe and Sound (Robert Downey Jr. x Daughter!Reader)

Chapter 6

Masterlist

Previously on Safe and Sound...

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1,022

With the recent spotlight on your disappearence, Robert had closed himself off, not leaving the house or doing any interviews. That was until his publicist called him, explaining that Chris Evans had, unfortunately, had to cancel his appearance for San Diego Comic Con. Robert didn’t see as to why she would bother calling him for that particular reason, she explained that the slot was there for him if he wanted it. He pondered for a second, his mind was saying no but his gut was telling him to do it.

“Alright,” He said softly, “I’ll do it.”

She cheered, “thank you, Robert!”

He chuckled, “you owe me,” with that he hung up the phone.

“Who was that?” He looked up to see his wife Susan smiling at him.

“It was my publicist, I just agreed to do a panel for San Diego Comic-Con,” he said as fumbled with his thumbs. “I probably shouldn’t though, given all the attention with the media.”

Susan shook her head, “you need a distraction, babe,” she walked over to him, gently brushing his hair with her hands in a comforting way, “it’d be good for you.”

“You think so?”

She smiled, “I know so.”

He stayed quiet for a bit, looking at his beautiful wife. He wished his daughter was there with him, he wished he could have been there for her life, seen her grow up. Robert felt his eyes sting, “I miss her so much, Susan,” he sobbed.

Susan frowned, she hated seeing her husband in such pain, “I know,” she whispered as she pulled him into an embrace. She heard so many stories of his daughter, wonderful stories. She knew that (Y/N) was just like her father, from the home videos she has seen, her personality was just like Roberts. Susan would always see how much Robert loved his daughter in those videos, how much he cared for her. She sees it to this day with their own children, but stronger. The loss of his daughter, just made him fight harder for those he loved.

Susan didn’t want to say that (Y/N) was dead, she didn’t know what to believe but she did have hope. Hope that one day a miracle would happen, but she knew if that miracle would happen, there would be the trauma to deal with. The emotional support that young girl would need and she had mentally prepared herself for it.

You were sitting down outside, enjoying the warmth of the sun as you ate your lunch. You were reviewing some notes for your next class, silently repeating the formula’s for certain equations to yourself as you ate.

You were in full concentration of your notes in front of you when you heard a piercing yell, “(Y/N)!!!” You groaned slightly to yourself as you swallowed sandwich bite you were just chewing. “(Y/N)!!” You turned around to see your best friend running towards you and also seeing the crowd that she had managed to capture their attention. She jumped onto the bench next to you, placing her backpack on the table, “guess what?!”

You glared at her, “I would say you finally got kidnapped by aliens but seeing that you are still here, I’m gonna pass with that guess. So, tell me,” you said nonchalantly as you kept your focus on your notes, slowly taking a bite from your sandwich.

Your best friend rolled her eyes, “I’ve got some great news on our investigation!”

“Our investigation?” You gave her a side glance, quickly drawing your attention back to your notes, “(Y/B/F/N), I would love to hear about that but right now I really have to focus on this.” You gave her an eye gesture towards your notes.

She sighed, grabbing your notes and throwing them pretty far, almost hitting someone. You looked at her in shock, “fuck that!” She expressed, “that’s only temporary, baby! This!” she said as she placed a paper in front of you, “Can change your life.”

“So, can college if I manage to pass my calculus class!” You retorted, you got up and retrieved your notebook, quickly apologizing to the guy sitting down at the table that your notebook had managed to land on. You made your way back over to your table, “can’t this wait until after school?”

“I mean it can, but I can’t,” she said with glee.

You let out a defeated sigh, “alright, if anything I’ll take a make-up quiz after school,” you placed your notebook aside, “now tell me, what’s so important that you had to almost kill a guy with my calculus notes?”

She smiled, pushing the paper further over to you, “your dad-”

“We’re not even sure about that,” you quickly interrupted.

She rolled her eyes, “okay, Robert Downey Jr. is going to comic con.”

“Okay and?”

“San Diego Comic-Con,” she said slowly, “the comic con we’re going to, the one we’ve been planning on going to for years now. The one that is a week away... You see what I’m trying to say here??”

You looked at the paper, sure enough, he had a panel at SDCC. “Alright,” you said, still unsure of what she was implying.

“I know we got passes to the Supernatural photo sessions and we planned on going to their panel but Robert’s panel is around the same time, by the time the Supernatural panel ends we’ll probably only make it to ten minutes of Robert’s panel,” your best friend explained.

“Just spit it out, (Y/B/F/N), what are you trying to say?”

She let out a frustrated sigh, “we are going to find a way to meet Robert, passes or not!” You stayed silent for a bit, you had no idea how what to say. This could go wrong many ways, but it was probably your only shot at finding out the truth, “Well?!” Your best friend asked anxiously.

You took another bite of your sandwich, chewing it slowly as you continued the debate in your mind. Swallowing the chewed bite, you looked over to your best friend who was carrying an annoyed look, “I’m in.”

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wroughtbetwixtfanfic · 5 years ago

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A Place To Call Home, Ch 2.

Fandom: Rosewell, New Mexico.

Summary: A canon divergent take on Roswell, New Mexico, and the relationships between Isobel, Noah, and Rosa; later parts will shift the focus to Michael and Alex, as well as Michael and Noah. What is it like to share a body with another alien? Can broken trust be mended? Do the ends really justify the means?

Rating: M.

Tags: Canon divergence, minor character death, not really character death, body sharing, polyamory, hurt/comfort, addiction problems, sickfic, revenge, fix it, friends to enemies to lovers, lovers to enemies to lovers, Noah is complicated, cw: dubious age stuff for a little bit considering Nasedo/Noah is who-the-hell-knows how old.

Word Count: 2723

It was his favorite daydream.

He was walking free, bathed in sunlight with the heirs at his side. They were faced with those terrible people from so long ago. The heirs pinned them down as he surged forward, grabbing the leader of their army by the head; he'd dive into the Earthling's mind, tearing through it like the storms Nasedo sometimes heard rolling overhead. He would gift the Earthlings their worst nightmares, castrating their minds before searing through their brain with the killing power in his palms. Each and every single one who had ever harmed his people, each Earthling that even dared think to raise a finger against them, would burn. They would die howling for mercy that wouldn't come.

But then Nasedo realized the screaming in his daydream was real. A scream in his head, desperate and panicked and afraid. One of the heirs. Nasedo struggled against his prison, trying to get out. They needed him. They needed protection. Damn it all, what good was he if he couldn't do what he'd been born to do? Unless...

Nasedo closed his eyes and focused. It was a skill he hadn't practiced much as a young one, and oh how he regretted it. The ability to project into the mind and even flesh of another was a skill inherent in Protectors, but he hadn't needed it. He'd always been better at hand to hand combat. But his charges needed him. If they died, then he had failed, and all of the suffering would be for nothing. He would never escape, he would never get revenge.

Unacceptable.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, and he could see. Everything was blurry, as if he was staring through a haze, but he could make out a young one. Blonde, fair of skin, a slim but tall frame. She was struggling against an Earthling, a bigger and older one who had hands around her mouth and wrist, dragging her through the dirt. Nasedo didn't need much power to know his intentions.

I'm here, Nasedo whispered into the young one's mind. I'm here. Let me in. Let me help you.

The young one's mind opened to him with unexpected ease, a single question among the spinning thoughts. Who are you?

I'll explain later. I can save you. I can protect you. Let me in.

In an instant, he was there, inside her body as well as her mind. Isobel. Her name was Isobel, she was fourteen years old, there on a camping trip with her brothers Maxwell and Michael. Nasedo settled into her form, jaw setting in determination. Sleep, Isobel. It'll be over soon. Isobel drifted into the back of her mind, asleep, safe. Nasedo focused on the attacker, trying hard to fight. He hadn't anticipated that the weakness of his own form would impact Isobel's well being. He hadn't anticipated just how difficult it would be. He snarled, lashing out and biting, but it did little good. Damn it, damn it.

The attacker was blown back out of nowhere. Nasedo fell to the ground, gaping up at two forms rushing to his-- her, their-- side. The tallest-- Max-- was saying something, but Nasedo couldn't understand it. He just closed the eyes, leaning against the comforting warmth of another living body and shivering from fear and adrenaline. Tired. So tired. But then the one holding them was moving, and Nasedo heard the sounds of struggle.

He could hear Max cry out. He smelled blood.

Nasedo looked to Max, sending a brief flash of an image. A hand on the chest, glowing. On fire. Burning out the life inside the Earthling that dared harm them. Max followed the action perfectly, howling as power surged through his young body and crushed the life beneath him. His first kill. Nasedo smiled inwardly as the other, Michael, effortlessly dug a grave with telekinesis. Oh, they were young, but already so powerful.

It was a few days before Isobel woke. Nasedo kept quiet, playing along as Max took them back to the Earthling family. He bit back his hatred as doctors poked them, prodded them, checked them for injury. He watched, learning the language of the Earthlings as the days went by. English, primarily. They called themselves humans. They were in the city of Roswell, the state of New Mexico, the country of the United States of America. Isobel Evans, the minutes-younger twin sister of Maxwell Evans, adopted by Ann Evans and her husband. Insufferable people, the parents. They didn't know about the young ones' powers. They had no clue how to raise such children. Still, Isobel's memories of them seemed... physically harmless, if not emotionally barren.

No one questioned the body's silence. Trauma, a doctor murmured, often took time to recover from. Max tried to be close, tried to get his sister to talk. Nasedo didn't know what to do. He withdrew, focusing on taking care of Isobel and basking in the Earth's sun, strange and wonderful music piped directly into his ears via something called an mp3 player. Soon enough, Isobel started to stir. Her voice, faint but growing closer, echoed through their shared mind.

What happened?

Nasedo wanted to reply, but couldn't. His hold on the body was slipping, and he was unable to speak; within seconds, he woke in his own body and his own mind. The pain came flooding back, and for the only time in his memory, he wept. To have a taste of freedom, even if it was through another, was almost worse than none at all. To think he'd never again feel the warmth of the desert upon his face... But then it happened again, and kept happening.

The second time he was drawn out, it was without warning. Nasedo woke up in Isobel's bed. It was nighttime, and the body was sweating. Shaking. Heart pounding. A... nightmare? He got up, wandering to the bathroom and gently dabbing Isobel's face with a cool, damp towel. The anxiety wasn't his, though he felt it, and that distance was enough to help calm the body back down. He brought her back to bed just as she came back into her mind; once again, he returned to his prison.

It happened rarely at first, in quick little moments when Isobel was afraid or overwhelmed. Once every few months, at the most. Nasedo wondered if Isobel even realized what was happening. Not that it mattered. It was only five, ten minutes that Nasedo used to glimpse the outside world while he cared for Isobel and soothed her mind. Max didn't understand it, and Nasedo never felt obligated to explain. Michael... Michael was different. He would watch silently, sitting nearby without speaking or attempting to touch Isobel's body. Sometimes, he would offer a cold drink, help Nasedo find a quiet place if they were at school when it happened, or scroll through Isobel's mp3 player to find the songs he knew would be calming. Michael didn't ask questions, so perhaps it was for that reason that Nasedo liked him more.

With time, the shifts in control became more frequent. Lasted longer. What had once been five or ten minutes a few times a year became a weekly habit of an hour or more. Maybe it was because of the stress of High School, maybe it was because Isobel chose the most catty and upsetting human friends possible, maybe it was because their connection deepened as Isobel's powers grew stronger. Nasedo didn't know. What he did know was that nearly two years after the first time, he was drawn to Isobel when he felt her crying. Upset. He glanced around as he came to, wondering what had happened.

They were in Isobel's room, at her desk. A journal lay open in front of them. Nasedo tilted his head, glancing at the writing.

I love her. She's older than me, and my parents whisper about how she's trouble. They don't know how I feel. I'm ashamed. I know Michael is bi and it's no big deal for him, but it's different for me. I have a lot of friends. I'm supposed to be perfect. Everyone expects me to be the homecoming queen with a jock boyfriend, but that's not what I want. I want Rosa.

Oh. Oh, dear. Nisedo shut the journal and slipped it into Isobel's secret hiding place. He mulled that information over as he wandered to the kitchen, drumming his fingers on the fridge door as he hunted for something to eat. Rosa. Rosa... Ortecho. He remembered her, faintly. She had been hanging out with Michael, once, when Isobel had an attack. She'd stood guard with Michael over them. She seemed sweet, warm, with a quick laugh. As far as humans went, well, she was acceptable. But--

"What's up?"

Max's voice made Nasedo jerk their head up. "Just looking for a snack," he said, his voice perfectly imitating Isobel's inflections. He'd been practicing. "Why?"

"We just ate." Max frowned. "I thought I heard you crying."

"Hormones, I guess."

"Didn't need to know that."

Nasedo rolled his eyes as Max made a face and walked away. Men. Such babies. He grabbed a fork and what looked to be a leftover box of vegetable lo mein, and headed back to Isobel's room. It had been two years, and he hadn't spoken to Isobel himself since that fateful night, but he contemplated changing that now. He wasn't sure he could speak to her without losing control, but... Well, there were others ways, weren't there? He nibbled at the food as he fished out Isobel's journal again, picking up a pen and thinking. If he did this, he wouldn't be able to take it back.

But nothing ventured, nothing gained. Right?

Isobel, when you read this, I want you to know that you're not imagining things. I don't know if you remember me from that night, at the camping trip...

It was a short note, just a page. If it worked, if she accepted him, he could always write more later. He frowned, glancing at the journal entry Isobel had written.

... And just so you know, Isobel, you never have to be ashamed of who you are or who you love. - Nasedo

Nasedo felt the world spin as Isobel began to come back to her body. Just in time. He sighed, closing his eyes and hoping for the best as he relinquished control. It wasn't long before he was called back, days at most. When he opened his eyes, he was at school and in the cafeteria. Shit. He forced a smile at her friends, excusing himself from the table and rushing outside to the bleachers. Her next class was gym, and there was no way he was going to be able to handle it. Being in Isobel's body sapped her strength, and he wouldn't risk hurting her. Instead, he rummaged around her backpack looking for astronomy homework. That, that he could do.

His hands landed on a notebook, and he noticed something that made him freeze. His name was written on the front, in tiny letters. Blinking, he opened it.

I remember you.

His heart hammered in his chest.

I thought I was crazy. I never told anyone what happened. Not even Max or Michael. How does this work? Who are you? Why did you save me?

Nasedo grabbed a pen, hope fluttering to life inside his being.

I don't know how it works, exactly. Some of our kind can project themselves into the bodies of others. Especially Protectors, like me. I take control when you need me, and leave when the danger passes. Your mother ordered me to protect the three of you, just after the crash. I protected your family before, on our homeworld. I saved you because I knew you, once.

The next time Nasedo came back, a week later, there was a reply waiting for him.

So that's why I can't remember things? That makes sense, now. You knew our mother? What happened to her? What was she like? What was our home like?

Smiling, Nasedo scribbled in his reply. He told Isobel as much as he remembered. Tales of a beautiful, blonde woman with warm heart and a sharp mind, opinionated yet compassionate. Tales of a plant similar to Earth, laid to waste by greed and power-hungry zealots. Her mother, he noted, died in the crash. A lie, but a soft one. He didn't want to tell her that her mother likely died in pain, gunned down by hateful military men.

They wrote back and forth for ages, and finally, Nasedo felt he had a chance at life. A life in bits and pieces, in stolen moments, but a life all the same. Maybe he could be content, sharing the body with Isobel. She was a beautiful soul like her mother, though less confident and more fearful. Well, that would change with age and experience. Especially with his hand to help guide her. She seemed to welcome his presence, and the connection between them only grew stronger as their third year together began. Isobel made sure to take detailed notes of her classes, homework, things that had happened between her and others. Nasedo, in turn, took notes of things that had happened while he was in control.

Things seemed to be heading in a bright direction. Isobel blossomed into the popular queen bee that she was meant to be, and Nasedo took the wheel when things got to be too much for her. They shared their hopes, their dreams, their deepest secrets; it kept him distracted, busy... happy. Isobel was almost eighteen when, late one night, their minds managed to brush together at the same time. They were conscious at the same time, and they both laughed at the giddiness of the moment.

"We're strong together," Isobel mused. "If we could exist this way, always..."

Nasedo chuckled. "You wouldn't want me around all the time, I'm sure."

"Why not?" "Rosa?"

Isobel pursed her lips. "You said that we can't trust humans. Any humans."

"Well, maybe I was wrong."

It stunned Nasedo to admit it, especially out loud. It had been so long since he'd thought of revenge, that he'd almost forgotten it. Almost. Still, it felt right. He saw the way Isobel looked at Rosa, and he knew what was in her heart. He couldn't deny that connection any more than he could deny their own.

"She's different, isn't she?" "Maybe. Too bad she's high half the time." "And you're not?"

Scoffing, Isobel's mind nestled in and eased into sleep. After that night, it was easier to operate together. Not simple, not flawless, but easier. Blending their lives together gave Nasedo a new sense of freedom, and he gave to Isobel a self assurance that she'd rarely experienced before. Enough self assurance that she finally began to flirt with Rosa on her own, once Isobel was 18 and Rosa had graduated. Not enough self assurance, Nasedo noticed, to tell her brothers their secret.

"I enjoy having you to myself," Isobel said when Nasedo pointed it out. "Besides. They'll think I'm nuts."

Having you to myself. The concept was... strange. He'd never belonged to anyone. Not on their homeworld, and certainly not since. He'd led a secluded life, focusing on his studies and then on his duties; deep friendships had only been a distraction, in his eyes. Now, Nasedo pondered the idea. Friendship. Maybe even love. How would such things even work? Would he be content to exist alongside Isobel, with her friends being his friends? With her love being his love? It was an entire world he'd never considered.

"I can't tell what you're thinking," she added softly.

"What if I can never escape? What if I never have my own body again?"

Isobel shrugged. "What I have is yours." "You won't be able to tell the ones you love about your secrets." "You said yourself, Rosa is different. Maybe... I don't know, maybe there are others out there who are different, too. Maybe the good people outnumber the bad." "I doubt it."

She couldn't touch him, of course, but he felt affection from her directed at him, and it felt almost like an embrace. "At least we'll have each other."

On that, he agreed.

Regardless of what happened, Nasedo would protect Isobel. No matter the cost.

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moonysfrexckles · 6 years ago

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Looking Back- Jily

September 1977

“You weren’t in Transfiguration yesterday,” murmured Sirius.

James kept his attention on his work, sketching with long, dragging strokes of his quill. “I didn’t feel well.”

“Neither was Evans.”

Now, he paused. His eyes flicked to the front of the room, just once, before landing on Sirius. His friend was watching him with carelessly raised eyebrows, looking entirely blasé about the whole thing. James saw the slackness of his mouth, however, curling into a little smirk, and a sparkle in his dark eyes that gave away how terribly amused he was by this fact.

“What a coincidence,” James swallowed. “She mustn’t have been feeling well either. It’s probably flu. That’s contagious.”

“Indeed,” said Sirius.

The two boys lapsed into a knowing silence. James said, “We weren’t-“

Sirius let out a bark of laughter. “Oh, I know. Even if you were someone else, which you’re not, and Evans could stand being alone with you for more than five minutes, which she can’t, I wouldn’t think that of her.”

James didn’t reply. His eyes, almost absently, trailed to her. She’d shoved her flaming hair up, away from her face, and she was laughing at something that Mary had said.

Sirius had asked him once, when they were still baggy in their thirteen years, why he fancied the pants off of a ginger. It had been the middle of the night, and James had been awake because the butterflies in his stomach- heck, they weren’t even butterflies, they were stampeding elephants- fluttered more erratically than the stars he could see out the window. Sirius didn’t sleep anyway, it transpired, and the two boys whispered deep into the night. James couldn’t answer him. He didn’t know how to tell his best friend that there was something in Lily Evans’ eyes, something that made him speechless… and James Potter was never speechless. He was always on the highest speed, the highest volume, but Lily Evans made the world slow down and go so quiet all he could hear was his heart beating.

He couldn’t exactly pinpoint the moment, but every time his eyes fell on her, the feeling was reinforced, and it hit him like a wave, buckling his knees and taking him out completely. She turned, and caught him, and smiled. It was a small and hesitant smile, but it shone from her lips like sunbeams.

Sirius was watching him when he blinked and looked back at his friend. “What?”

Sirius smiled knowingly, but shrugged and got on with his work. James prodded his arm. “What!”

“Nothing!”

“Shut up.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“No, but you’re thinking it.”

Sirius burst out laughing, putting his quill back down, and regarded his friend with raised eyebrows. “If you knew what I was thinking, why did you have to ask?”

James muttered something, but turned away. The two boys worked quietly, and that smug smirk still clung to Sirius’ lips when James stopped again and said, “It was her sister’s birthday yesterday. They don’t get along because she called Lily a freak over her magic. Rosier’s comments got to her and I just- I can’t get it out of my head. She has to prove herself in two worlds, Pads. She doesn’t belong in either of them, not completely. She’s not welcomed in either of them. Have you ever just been struck by your privilege? By how tough other people have it in comparison to you?”

Sirius stared at his friend and huffed. He said, “Everyone has it tough, James. My family’s Gringotts account goes back centuries, and yet here I am, disowned and penniless, ostracised from one side because I won’t conform and distrusted by the other because I still have my mother’s blood in me.

“Evans has it tough. But she’s a fucking cookie to crack. If it’s her against the world, I’m inclined to feel sorry for the world.”

James laughed at that. He glanced at the board, and picked up where he left off, copying down the notes.

Sirius didn’t let him do so for long. He leaned in, voice dropping so low James had to strain to hear it. “Speaking of tough times- tomorrow.”

He didn’t have to ask to know what Sirius was referring to. James followed his friend’s gaze, but didn’t let it linger. He didn’t have to stare for long to notice the way Remus’ shoulders sagged, as though he was constantly piggybacking his secret around with him. There were dark crescents under his eyes, and his skin was pallid and taut, stretched over his skeleton tightly as though it was two sizes too small. His hand kept slipping as he wrote, but his grip on it was so firm his knuckles were white.

“I don’t have a lesson in the afternoon so I can make sure it’s empty,” said James.

Sirius nodded. “It’s getting worse.”

“It will be stress,” said James, but he wasn’t sure.

“Exams haven’t started yet though. He doesn’t seem overworked.”

“Remus always seems overworked,” James countered, laughing slightly. “He’s either that harried he gives the rest of us second-hand stress or he’s so relaxed he could be high.”

Sirius nodded again, but he didn’t carry on working, nor did he look at anything but the grooves in the desk. “He’s sleeping less. I can count how many hours he slept last night on one hand,” he said. “I don’t know what it is, but not even his Potions are helping. I think he’s stopped taking them.”

James opened his mouth, then shut it. He wondered how he had missed that. He always checked Remus had taken his Potions and was sound asleep before he even allowed himself to consider closing his eyes. He prided himself on knowing when the people he loved began to stumble, but James looked at Sirius, at his pristine hair and dark eyes and skin flushed with life, and he remembered how he had looked on his doorstep two years ago in the rain and thunder. He’d have to pay closer attention.

“Are you sleeping?”

Sirius didn’t even falter. He grinned. “Like a baby.”

And yet, James wasn’t sure whether he could believe him. Once you’d seen the lightening, it was hard to accept the blue skies that followed.

Flitwick stood on his books at the front of the room, tapping his wand against the blackboard. “You can pack up now.” As if on cue, the bell chimed. “Oh! Before you go, homework, please! Don’t forget to give me your homework or it’s detention- yes, Mr Graham, just because you are part of my House doesn’t mean you’re off the hook!”

The two boys jumped to their feet, shoving their paper in their bags and putting the lids on their ink. James noticed Remus freeze in the corner of his eye. His body collapsed in on itself, even more so than it already had done. He quickly grabbed his homework out of his book, murmured a spell to erase his name, and scrawled Remus’ at the top. He took Sirius’ too and piled them together before he jogged to the front and handed them both in, smiling brilliantly at the teacher.

He packed the rest of his stuff away, and his eyes snagged on a certain redhead leaving the classroom. He called her name. She waited for him outside.

“How are you feeling today?”

Lily looked up at him. She reached half way up his chest. Mary was talking to Peter, who had blushed a fantastic shade of red, and Sirius and Remus stood on the other side of the corridor, grinning like the idiots they were. James ignored them.

“I feel better,” she replied, tucking her hair behind her ear. She had a fresh face today, and it glowed pale in the September sun.

He smiled at her. It felt so natural- his lips just curled up all on their own. “Good. That’s good.” He swallowed. “You ate some breakfast this morning.”

Lily laughed, and she closed her eyes, wrinkling her nose. “What have we said about watching me eat, Potter?”

“Habit,” he said, blushing. He scratched at his neck, hoisted his bag higher up his shoulder.

“Well, I have to go to class.” She turned slowly, and walked back to her friend.

“Have you got any plans for this weekend, Evans?” he asked casually.

Lily stopped, and sighed. She turned to look at him. “Potter, it was one dance. I’m not falling in love with you after one dance.”

The breath left his lips as a shaky laugh, and James offered her a courteous smile, bowing his head in defeat. He made to turn around and carry on his way to class, but something jumped in Lily’s throat, and she said, “James!” He spun on his heel, so quickly he nearly fell. She smiled, tucking her hair behind her ear again. “Maybe I tripped a little.”

The smile grew across James’ face slowly and lopsidedly, and he nodded, eyes sparkling behind his glasses. He waited there, smiling at her, and Lily hesitated. She laughed a little, turning back around to carry on her way to class. She looked back though. James counted it as a victory.

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ilovethings-somuch · 7 years ago

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The Home Stretch (2/3)

Chris Evans x Reader (Sebastian Stan x Reader!platonic)

Anon asked: “Hi! I’m almost done reading all of your fics/one shots and I love them all! I was just wondering if you could do a one shot/mini series where the reader is engaged to Chris and is pregnant like 5/6 months and the reader found out he cheated and left him, then goes to live with Sebastian Stan until she thinks of what she and chris would do, then she’s about to give birth and Chris came just in time. Idk just a lot of fluff and angst. The rest is up to you, you write amazingly anyway ❤️”

A/N: This chapter is a bit shorter, but it’s full on angst and we’re preparing for part 3 which is a doozy. I also played around with perspectives a little at the end cause I wasn’t sure how else to include that part and I really needed that idea so yeah, I hope it isn’t confusing and I’d love to hear what you all think of this chapter!

(Charter one)

As it got closer to 3 and me and Sebastian were back at his apartment I started getting more and more anxious about Chris’ call. He had to know I was upset. He had to know what I was upset about, but if he wasn’t willing to bring it up, was I strong enough to? I had to be. I knew that if I didn’t talk to him this would just eat away at me even more and lead to way more stress than this baby should have to go through. I abandoned Sebastian in the living room to wait for Chris’ call around 3:15. I was pacing back and forth, phone in hand, when it started ringing with a facetime call. I took a deep breath and sat down on the bed before answering the call.

“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” Chris said, charming as ever, as soon as the video connected.

“Hi Chris,” I replied.

“Uh oh, Dodger heard you,” he flipped the screen so that I could see Dodger’s whole body wiggling with excitement as he heard me over the phone.

“Hi baby, is your dad being good to you?” I cooed at him, making Chris laugh before Dodger tried to lick the screen and Chris pulled his phone away and flipped it so the camera was back on him.

“So what did you want to talk about? It sounded pretty serious.”

“Right, um,” I stalled and got out of the bed to start pacing again.

“Are you pacing? This must really be bad? Please tell me you and the baby are okay.”

“The baby’s fine,” I assured him quickly.

“Okay, are you fine though?”

I willed back the tears before setting my jaw and looking back at him through the camera, “I saw a photo of you kissing another girl in a bar the other night.”

His facial expression didn’t change from the concerned look he had been wearing before, but I could see the color rush out of his face and the vein on his neck seemed to stand to attention.

“Please say something,” my voice cracked and his facade seemed to break along with it.

His face pinched in on itself as he squeezed his eyes shut. I watched as tears began to fall and I had to remind myself that I was not the one who caused this pain. He opened his mouth to speak but all that came out was a choked sob. It was hard to watch and all I wanted to do was forgive him, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it just yet.

“I was just a kiss, I swear,” he told me finally.

“It’s never just a kiss,” I said before I could stop myself. The coldness that was present in my voice was something even I wasn’t expecting, but even so, my eyes began to burn hot with tears.

“I know, I know, but really it was. I was drunk, fuck, I was so drunk I don’t even remember how it happened. Baby, please, it didn’t mean anything. I miss you so much and I was lonely and drunk and all I wanted was you.”

“You could have called me,” I said, pleading as the tears began to flow.

“I know. I should have called you. I was stupid and I made a mistake.”

“You should have told me. When it happened. I shouldn’t have had to find out from someone else who knows how long after the fact.”

“It was just the other night. I was going to tell you. Really, really I was, I just couldn’t figure out how.” I didn’t say anything for a while, I wasn’t sure what else needed to be said. I was crying freely at that point and Chris was doing the same. “Please, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean for it to happen, it was a stupid kiss. Please, please forgive me.”

“I want to,” I said softly.

“Thank--” he started.

“But I can’t right now,” I finished, interrupting him. He seemed to process that slowly and it took awhile for him to respond.

“But someday, I can fix this?” He asked.

“I hope so,” I told him honestly. He nodded slowly and we were both silent again.

“Shit,” he said, but it was clearly not to me, as he wiped his hand down his face. “They’re calling me back to set, but if I hang up I don’t know when you’ll talk to me again.”

My heart broke at his honesty and again I just wanted to forgive him, but I knew I would regret it if I gave in that easily, so instead, I told him, “I don’t think I can talk to you again today. We can try again tomorrow.”

“Okay. I’ll call you tomorrow when I’m done. It shouldn’t be too late,” That was when I was supposed to say ‘I love you’ and then he would say it back and then we’d smile sweetly at each other as we hung up, but today I just nodded. “Okay, well, I love you. You don’t have to say it back right now, I just want you to know that I still do. I love you so much,” he sighed when he realized that I really wasn’t going to say it back. “Okay, I’ll call you tomorrow,” he gave me a soft smile then and hung up before I could reply.

Chris kept his promise and continued his old habit of calling me every night when he got done on set. Most days we didn’t talk about anything important, just useless information about what we each did that day. We talked about the baby a lot too. In those moments it was easy to imagine our life together once again, but when he would say I love you and I still couldn’t say it back. Chris also seemed to know that I was in New York and not at home, but we never really talked about it and he never explicitly asked where I was. It's not that I was trying to keep the fact that I was staying with Sebastian from him, it just didn't come up right away, and then after a couple days, I didn't know how to bring it up without it sounding like it was something more than it was.

*3rd Person*

“I fucked up man,” Chris told Sebastian over the phone.

“Uh, yeah. I heard,” Sebastian replied cautiously.

“What do you mean?”

“I uh- I was calling (y/n) about something else right around when she found out and she told me what happened and that she packed a bag and was just going to drive until she got tired, but I didn’t think that was a good idea so I told her to come to New York,” Sebastian explained slowly.

“So she’s staying…” Chris trailed off and let Sebastian finish the statement.

“In my guest room.”

“In your guest room,” Chris repeated slowly.

“C’mon man, it’s not a big deal. I just thought it would be better if she wasn’t alone and she doesn’t have a lot of friends on this coast yet.”

“No, I know. You’re right, it’s just, I’m realizing more and more every day how much I hurt her and I don’t want to do that. I never wanted to do it, to begin with, but now it happened and I have to try to figure out how to fix it, but I don’t even know if that’s what she wants.”

“She does,” Sebastian told Chris.

“I don’t know. She won’t even tell me she loves me anymore.”

“She told me,” Sebastian was going to stop there and then realized how bad that sounded. “I mean, she told me that she still loves you.”

“She did?”

“She did. I think she just doesn’t know how to forgive you, but she wants to.”

“She wants to,” Chris said to himself in partial disbelief. “Wow, thank you Seb, I don’t- I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“So you’re going to fix this, right? ‘Cause as much as I love (y/n), I kind of want my apartment back,” Sebastian added with a laugh.

“She alphabetized your pantry didn’t she?” Chris asked knowingly.

“Literally within the first hour, she was here. I don’t even think she ate anything, just had to organize.”

“That sounds about right,” Chris laughed before quieting down to answer Sebastian’s previous question. “Yes, I’m going to fix this. I just need to figure out how.”

(Chapter Three)

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idedicatethisblogtodestiel · 6 years ago

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150 for the hella cute questions?

Who was the last person you held hands with?2. Are you outgoing or shy?

shy man i hate people3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?

JOJO SIWA4. Are you easy to get along with?

depends. im noice but i choose not to hang with people? if that makes sense5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?

no one lmao6. What kind of people are you attracted to?

anyone thats not me but also democrat 7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now?

nah8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind?

ryan my friend9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?

Y E P10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?

probably my sister11. What does the most recent text that you sent say?

me too lmao 12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?

idk i dont listen to new songs?????? AAAAAAH

13. Do you like it when people play with your hair?

yes unless but not if its in my face14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?

LMAO LUCK IS REAL HOW DO YOU THINK DUMB PEOPLE GET FAMOUS?15. What good thing happened this summer?

i dont remember 16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?

lmao no fuck them17. Do you think there is life on other planets?

UH YEAH...OBVIOUS18. Do you still talk to your first crush?

idek who it was19. Do you like bubble baths?

yes but they are bad for you vag so i dont do it20. Do you like your neighbors?

ew no. 21. What are you bad habits?

i have OCD so i guess my compulsions22. Where would you like to travel?

israel, UK, Poland, Canada, Austrailia23. Do you have trust issues?

YUP24. Favorite part of your daily routine?

coffee25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?

stomach then boobs then arms and then pretty much everything else26. What do you do when you wake up?

eat breakfast while watching youtube

27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?

im ok with it now?28. Who are you most comfortable around?

my parents/siblings29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up?

yeah lmao30. Do you ever want to get married?

that’s gonna be a no from me dog31. If your hair long enough for a pony tail?

ya32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with?

team free will, chris’ (evans, pratt, pine)33. Spell your name with your chin.

no.34. Do you play sports? What sports?

i used to play volleyball 35. Would you rather live without TV or music?

music. WATCH MUSIC ON THE TV.36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them?

all the damn time.37. What do you say during awkward silences?

nothing.38. Describe your dream girl/guy?

OKOKOKOKOKOKOKOKO....

black curly hair, pun and meme connoisseur, loves dogs, loves horror movies

my aesthetic boy type is: people who look like kurtis conner basically39. What are your favorite stores to shop in?

American Eagle, Bath and Body Works, Victoria Secret. But i go into forever 21 to just hate on everything then leave without buying stuff.40. What do you want to do after high school?

im in college now and im majoring in anthropology41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?

depends on the severity of the sin/crime42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean?

im seriously traumatized and have shut down.43. Do you smile at strangers?

yeah i feel bad if i dont 44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?

outerspace45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning?

the fact it costs money to live so i have to get up if i want money46. What are you paranoid about?

nothing much anymore I have meds for paranoia now47. Have you ever been high?

no i got asthma48. Have you ever been drunk?

yeah its fun49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?

no im an average person i dont do weird things50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore?

green!51. Ever wished you were someone else?

YEAH WTF DOESNT EVERYONE?52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself?

how i look53. Favourite makeup brand?

tarte or benfit54. Favourite store?

starbucks55. Favourite blog?

animatedtext56. Favourite colour?

GREEEEEEN I ONLY WEAR GREEN AND BLACK57. Favourite food?

sushi 58. Last thing you ate?

ice cream59. First thing you ate this morning?

i think cereal60. Ever won a competition? For what?

volleyball and county art contest61. Been suspended/expelled? For what?

i got expelled for not wearing sleeves when i had self harm scars62. Been arrested? For what?

no63. Ever been in love?

ya :/64. Tell us the story of your first kiss?

too long but it wasnt awkward and it was on the harbor with an emo guy65. Are you hungry right now?

nah im constipated66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends?

i dont have tumblr friends :////////////67. Facebook or Twitter?

twitter 68. Twitter or Tumblr?

tumblr69. Are you watching tv right now?

no youtube70. Names of your bestfriends?

Abbey Mell Nikki71. Craving something? What?

to shit tbh72. What colour are your towels?

white and purple and blue72. How many pillows do you sleep with?

373. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?

embarassing but ya74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?

idk i have several stored so im guessing 40-45?75. Favourite animal?

piggies raccoons dogs 76. What colour is your underwear?

white and black77. Chocolate or Vanilla?

chocolate78. Favourite ice cream flavour?

cinnamon, blueberry, bubblegum, chocolate covered strawberries, oreo79. What colour shirt are you wearing?

green80. What colour pants?

black81. Favourite tv show?

S U P E R N A T U R A L

82. Favourite movie?

lots final destination and heathers83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2?

mean girls84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street?

mean girls85. Favourite character from Mean Girls?

karen smith86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo?

dont like finding nemo so idk87. First person you talked to today?

my parents88. Last person you talked to today?

my parents SORRY IM LAME89. Name a person you hate?

trump, rosie, loren, danielle, jacob, pence, so many more90. Name a person you love?

my dog remington91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?

always92. In a fight with someone?

no93. How many sweatpants do you have?

394. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have?

10????95. Last movie you watched?

greta- not very good96. Favourite actress?

winon ryder97. Favourite actor?

all the chris’ and all of supernatural actors change my fucking mind.98. Do you tan a lot?

never99. Have any pets?

1 dog100. How are you feeling?

sad :/101. Do you type fast?

yep102. Do you regret anything from your past?

MY ENTIRE EXISTENCE103. Can you spell well?

???? like grammar or spell the word well104. Do you miss anyone from your past?

always105. Ever been to a bonfire party?

no ive never been invited anywhere i was bullied a lot106. Ever broken someone’s heart?

yeah felt really bad, i rejected someone’s homecoming invite107. Have you ever been on a horse?

yeah as a baby108. What should you be doing?

homework109. Is something irritating you right now?

everything110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?

have you seen my account?111. Do you have trust issues?

yup112. Who was the last person you cried in front of?

my parents113. What was your childhood nickname?

mosh, moshi, mashalala114. Have you ever been out of your province/state?

yep to oregon washington hawaii and colorado and poland and germany115. Do you play the Wii?

used to116. Are you listening to music right now?

no117. Do you like chicken noodle soup?

ye118. Do you like Chinese food?

YE119. Favourite book?

probably beastly i read that so many times and how to ruin your boyfriends reputations120. Are you afraid of the dark?

nah121. Are you mean?

idk122. Is cheating ever okay?

I’d say no123. Can you keep white shoes clean?

NOPE124. Do you believe in love at first sight?

haha no.125. Do you believe in true love?

doubt it but it’s possible126. Are you currently bored?

no127. What makes you happy?

S U P E R N A T U R A L

128. Would you change your name?

probably 129. What your zodiac sign?

gemini130. Do you like subway?

it’s aight131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

i wouldnt date a friend132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

sister133. Favourite lyrics right now?

hey hey mama just the way you move gonna make you sweat gon make you move134. Can you count to one million?

i refuse135. Dumbest lie you ever told?

i cant my blood hurts136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?

closed137. How tall are you?

5′7″-5′8″138. Curly or Straight hair?

wavy139. Brunette or Blonde?

brunette orange140. Summer or Winter?

summer141. Night or Day?

night142. Favourite month?

october143. Are you a vegetarian?

no144. Dark, milk or white chocolate?

dark145. Tea or Coffee?

both!146. Was today a good day?

it’s aigh147. Mars or Snickers?

snickers148. What’s your favourite quote?

“they may forget what you did or what you said but never how you made them feel”149. Do you believe in ghosts?

yup150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page?

im too lazy(via itsgracesdrunkmametown)

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rabbitxhabit · 7 years ago

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Let's not forget some lovely little facts about HABIT before you decide if this muse is right for you. We must remember some key points that are true in canon, or at least inferred by me and true in headcanon(those will be marked with *)

HABIT was involved with Jack The Ripper and other serial killers.

HABIT has been taking over Evan since the 70s in his original iteration.

HABIT and Slenderman took down an entire swat team + helicopter.

HABIT is willing to mutilate and damage his vessels for scare tactics.

HABIT has been alive for centuries. He only seems to be able to enter our world through taking over a person’s body. *

HABIT needs to be allowed into someone’s body to fully control them for an extended period of time. *

HABIT is the one that left the clues and hidden videos for the viewers of Everymanhybrid.

HABIT’s trials are not over and their purpose has not been revealed.

HABIT set up cameras in all the Everymanhybrid crews’ homes.

HABIT possessed Nick and completely broke him by killing his entire family, including making him rape his own mother.

Nick was only used to make Evan let HABIT into his body.

Evan was liking fighting HABIT’s influence before that point.

When Jeff went to Evan’s house, no one was home aside from him. This likely means he’d already moved Steph and the baby elsewhere. *

Vinnie also finds no one in the house when he goes there.

HABIT kept Steph prisoner and likely tortured and raped her the entire time, and then killed her child (and ate it) in front of her. That’s when he finally finished her off. *

HABIT can control the world around him. Locking doors in houses and things like that. He also controls the radio in Evan's car.

HABIT can possess multiple people at once, but it’s limited and not control for long periods of time. *

Vinnie didn’t really summon HABIT, he was fucking with him. He set up him finding the book and made up the entire ritual. *

Shipping with HABIT will never end well.

If HABIT has sex with someone it’s rape because he’s doing it with someone else’s body. For instance, if he sleeps with someone in Evan’s body he isn’t consenting. If the person thinks he’s Evan, he’s technically raping them too.

If someone has sex with HABIT knowing he’s in someone else’s body, they are just as guilty of raping his vessel as he is.

#[ outofcontrol. ]#[ MANKIND’S BAD HABITS. ]#a small psa before i vanish #i am adding this to my rules page as well #cw torture #cw rape #cw incest

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vio-ley · 8 years ago

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1. Who was the last person you held hands with? I 2. Are you outgoing or shy? Shy 3. Who are you looking forward to seeing? My friends from the states 4. Are you easy to get along with? No 5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you? Probably not 6. What kind of people are you attracted to? Humble and smart people 7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now? No 8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind? I 9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable? A bit 10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? I 11. What does the most recent text that you sent say? A pizza order 12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now? -Slow dancing in a burning room- John mayer -come away with me -Norah Jones -Friday Noon- Ciudad -I dont trust myself with loving you- John Mayer -Skating In Central Park- Bill Evans 13. Do you like it when people play with your hair? Yes 14. Do you believe in luck and miracles? Yes 15. What good thing happened this summer? Nothing 16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? Maybe 17. Do you think there is life on other planets? Yes 18. Do you still talk to your first crush? No 19. Do you like bubble baths? Yes 20. Do you like your neighbors? No 21. What are you bad habits? I like to bite my lip alot 22. Where would you like to travel? Greece 23. Do you have trust issues? YES 24. Favorite part of your daily routine? Going to bed 25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with? BELLY 26. What do you do when you wake up? Check my phone 27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker? Lighter 28. Who are you most comfortable around? My bestfriend!! 29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up? Yes 30. Do you ever want to get married? Someday 31. Is your hair long enough for a pony tail? Yes 32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with? James Franco and John Mayer ha ha ha 33. Spell your name with your chin. 34. Do you play sports? What sports? Yes. Swimming 35. Would you rather live without TV or music? Without tv 36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them? All the time??? 37. What do you say during awkward silences? None just get my phone 38. Describe your dream girl/guy? Smart, humble, witty, taller than me and can get along with my parents 39. What are your favorite stores to shop in? Department store hahahaa 40. What do you want to do after high school? Im graduating college 41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance? Yes 42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean? Nothing 43. Do you smile at strangers? Sometimes 44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean? Outer space 45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning? CHORES 46. What are you paranoid about? Me not being happy when Im old 47. Have you ever been high? No 48. Have you ever been drunk? Yes 49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about? Yes 50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore? Black 51. Ever wished you were someone else? Yes 52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself? confidence 53. Favourite makeup brand? Mac 54. Favourite store? None 55. Favourite blog? Everyonr i follow here on tumblr :) 56. Favourite colour? Red 57. Favourite food? I cant think of any!!! Probz lasagna 58. Last thing you ate? Pizza 59. First thing you ate this morning? Nothing. Just coffee 60. Ever won a competition? For what? Yes. Swimming competition 61. Been suspended/expelled? For what? No 62. Been arrested? For what? No 63. Ever been in love? Yes 64. Tell us the story of your first kiss? In a car 65. Are you hungry right now? No 66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends? Maybe haha 67. Facebook or Twitter? Twitter 68. Twitter or Tumblr? Tumblr 69. Are you watching tv right now? No 70. Names of your bestfriends? Michaela 71. Craving something? What? BEEF ☺ 72. What colour are your towels? white blue pink??? 72. How many pillows do you sleep with? 3 73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals? No 74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have? Dont have 75. Favourite animal? DOG 76. What colour is your underwear? Pink 77. Chocolate or Vanilla? Chocolate 78. Favourite ice cream flavour? Strawberry 79. What colour shirt are you wearing? White 80. What colour pants? Not wearing pants 81. Favourite tv show? Friends! 82. Favourite movie? A lot like love 83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2? MEAN GIRLS 84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street? MEAN GIRLS 85. Favourite character from Mean Girls? KAREN 86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo? Marlin ❤ 87. First person you talked to today? Jeca 88. Last person you talked to today? Jeca 🙃 haha 89. Name a person you hate? THE GIRL FROM nvm 90. Name a person you love? I LOVED but now probz no one 91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now? YES 92. In a fight with someone? yes 93. How many sweatpants do you have? Uhm many 94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have? 3-4 95. Last movie you watched? TTCT 96. Favourite actress? Katherine Heigl 97. Favourite actor? JOHN LLOYD I AM NOT BACKING DOWN 98. Do you tan a lot? No 99. Have any pets? No 100. How are you feeling? Confused 101. Do you type fast? Sometimes 102. Do you regret anything from your past? Yes like EATING ALOT 103. Can you spell well? nope haha 104. Do you miss anyone from your past? Yes 105. Ever been to a bonfire party? Yes 106. Ever broken someone’s heart? Yes 107. Have you ever been on a horse? Yes 108. What should you be doing? Sleeping..? 109. Is something irritating you right now? Yes 110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt? YES 111. Do you have trust issues? YES 112. Who was the last person you cried in front of? my bestfriend 113. What was your childhood nickname? Jam 114. Have you ever been out of your province/state? Yes 115. Do you play the Wii? No 116. Are you listening to music right now? No 117. Do you like chicken noodle soup? Yes 118. Do you like Chinese food? Yes!! 119. Favourite book? I dont read oh god 120. Are you afraid of the dark? Yes 121. Are you mean? Sometimes 122. Is cheating ever okay? No.. 123. Can you keep white shoes clean? NO 124. Do you believe in love at first sight? No 125. Do you believe in true love? Yes 126. Are you currently bored? Yes 127. What makes you happy? Him texting me the fuck back 128. Would you change your name? Yes. Something like natalya or bianca or tasha idk 129. What your zodiac sign? Libra 130. Do you like subway? Sometimes if its empty 131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? Uhm yay??? 132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? I 133. Favourite lyrics right now? Hold on to whatevee you find baby, I don't trust myself with loving you 134. Can you count to one million? No?!?!?! 135. Dumbest lie you ever told? Actually idk im so good at lying sometimes ITS LIKE A TALENT 136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed? closed 137. How tall are you? 5'1 138. Curly or Straight hair? Straight 139. Brunette or Blonde? Brunette 140. Summer or Winter? Summer 141. Night or Day? Night 142. Favourite month? October 143. Are you a vegetarian? No 144. Dark, milk or white chocolate? Milk 145. Tea or Coffee? Coffee 146. Was today a good day? No 147. Mars or Snickers? Snickerd 148. What’s your favourite quote? "you never wanted to be anybody's girlfriend and now you're somebody's wife. " -Tom (500 days of summer) 149. Do you believe in ghosts? ID RATHER NOT 150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page? im lazy no book is close haha

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Yay someone asked me, here's the answers!!💗✨

1.Who was the last person you held hands with? My cat 2. Are you outgoing or shy? Outgoing once you get to know  3. Who are you looking forward to seeing? My cat bc I'm currently not at home ;( 4. Are you easy to get along with? I'd say so 5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you? No 6. What kind of people are you attracted to? Friendly people 7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now? Probably not  8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind? The actor who plays captain America bc dang he cute 9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable? Depends 10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? Julia 11. What does the most recent text that you sent say? Telling someone where they can buy a pop-socket hahaha 12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now? Psycho pt.2 , We Are Sick , Candour , December , & , Dimelo 13. Do you like it when people play with your hair? Depends  14. Do you believe in luck and miracles? Yes 15. What good thing happened this summer? Got tan  16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? Yes 17. Do you think there is life on other planets? Yes 18. Do you still talk to your first crush? No that was like 12 years ago LOL 19. Do you like bubble baths? Yes 20. Do you like your neighbors? No 21. What are you bad habits? Biting my lip bc they get rlly chapped  22. Where would you like to travel? Australia 23. Do you have trust issues? To a certain extent  24. Favorite part of your daily routine? Makeup 25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with? My hips 26. What do you do when you wake up? Go on my phone/brush my teeth 27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker? Darker 28. Who are you most comfortable around? My homies 29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up? No :/ 30. Do you ever want to get married? If i find the right boi  31. If your hair long enough for a pony tail? Yes 32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with? Ryan Reynolds and Evan Peters  33. Spell your name with your chin. PSicj (it's supposed to say Paige lol my bad) 34. Do you play sports? What sports? I used to do cheerleading  35. Would you rather live without TV or music? Without tv 36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them? Yes 37. What do you say during awkward silences? Ask the person a question  38. Describe your dream girl/guy? Tbh brown eyes got me weak, but boy u have to have a good personality bc looks aren't everything! 39. What are your favorite stores to shop in? Forever 21 40. What do you want to do after high school? College 41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance? 42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean? That I'm very bored 43. Do you smile at strangers? Yes 44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?bottom of the ocean 45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning? Coffee 46. What are you paranoid about? People dying tbh  47. Have you ever been high?eh 48. Have you ever been drunk?eh  49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about? Not really 50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore?black 51. Ever wished you were someone else? Not really 52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself? Wish my face was more symmetrical lol 53. Favourite makeup brand? ABH/Too Faced/Tarte/Urban Decay I can't choose 54. Favourite store? Forever 21  55. Favourite blog? Any makeup blog 56. Favourite colour? Blue 57. Favourite food? Popcorn 58. Last thing you ate? Waffle 59. First thing you ate this morning? Drank coffee 60. Ever won a competition? For what? Cheerleading when I was little 61. Been suspended/expelled? For what? Nope but I've had detensions 62. Been arrested? For what? No I'm a child of god 63. Ever been in love? No 64. Tell us the story of your first kiss? I mean to be technical I was like 5 years old  65. Are you hungry right now? No 66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends? Everyone is a homie 67. Facebook or Twitter? Twitter 68. Twitter or Tumblr? Twitter 69. Are you watching tv right now? No 70. Names of your bestfriends? Julia 71. Craving something? What? No 72. What colour are your towels? Every color idk 72. How many pillows do you sleep with? 4 73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals? No 74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have? I have 2 beanie babies that I got when I was born  75. Favourite animal? Penguin  76. What colour is your underwear? Blue 77. Chocolate or Vanilla? Vanilla 78. Favourite ice cream flavour? Coffee 79. What colour shirt are you wearing? Blue 80. What colour pants? Black 81. Favourite tv show? Currently Shameless 82. Favourite movie? The Goonies 83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2? The first one, nothing can beat it 84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street? 21 jump street boy!! 85. Favourite character from Mean Girls? Damien 86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo? The baby turtles 87. First person you talked to today? Julia 88. Last person you talked to today? Julia 89. Name a person you hate? Fake people tbh 90. Name a person you love? My grandpa 91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now? No  92. In a fight with someone? No 93. How many sweatpants do you have? Like 3 pairs  94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have? A lot 95. Last movie you watched? Horton Hears a Who LOL 96. Favourite actress? Bex Taylor-Klaus 97. Favourite actor? Mark Whalburg  98. Do you tan a lot? Only in summer time  99. Have any pets? A cat and some fish 100. How are you feeling? Gr8 101. Do you type fast? Yes 102. Do you regret anything from your past? Not talking to my family enough 103. Can you spell well? I'd like to think so 104. Do you miss anyone from your past? Yes 105. Ever been to a bonfire party? Nah 106. Ever broken someone’s heart? Don't think so  107. Have you ever been on a horse? Yes 108. What should you be doing? Idk 109. Is something irritating you right now? No 110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt? Probably 111. Do you have trust issues? Not so much anymore  112. Who was the last person you cried in front of? My cat 113. What was your childhood nickname? Munchkin 114. Have you ever been out of your province/state? Yes 115. Do you play the Wii? Not anymore 116. Are you listening to music right now? No 117. Do you like chicken noodle soup? NO 118. Do you like Chinese food? YES 119. Favourite book? A Fault In Ours Stars tbh or Divergent  120. Are you afraid of the dark? I prefer sleeping w lamp bc sometimes I hallucinate in the complete dark so I try to avoid that  121. Are you mean? No 122. Is cheating ever okay? NO 123. Can you keep white shoes clean? For the first month  124. Do you believe in love at first sight? No 125. Do you believe in true love? Yes 126. Are you currently bored? No 127. What makes you happy? Doing things I like to do  128. Would you change your name? No 129. What your zodiac sign? Aries 130. Do you like subway? Heck ya  131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? Nothing  132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? Julia 133. Favourite lyrics right now? "They always say it's clear to see how parts of you shine through in me" Neck Deep is a good band 134. Can you count to one million? Yes 135. Dumbest lie you ever told? Can't remember 136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed? Closed 137. How tall are you? 5'5" 138. Curly or Straight hair? Wavy 139. Brunette or Blonde? Blonde 140. Summer or Winter? I prefer fall 141. Night or Day? Day 142. Favourite month? March/October 143. Are you a vegetarian? No 144. Dark, milk or white chocolate? All of the above 145. Tea or Coffee? Definitely coffee 146. Was today a good day? So far  147. Mars or Snickers? Neither 148. What’s your favourite quote? Idk 149. Do you believe in ghosts? Ya 150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line "another form of wild art in the streets even more ephemeral then chalk art is the traditional Chinese technique of writing with water"

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