#I will be pulling out the stops like it’s 2005 baby
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Tell your baby that I’m your baby
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Seeing Aaron’s wife at work takes you by surprise.
Cw: fem!bau!reader, angst, past relationship, use of pet names (honey, baby), no use of yn, young Aaron/reader
Word count: 1.6k
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1993
“Aaron,” you laugh as you plant your hand on his chest and try to shove him away.
“Yes, baby?” He returns innocently, taking your hand off his chest and linking his fingers through yours. He nuzzles his face into your neck, dropping soft, warm kisses on your jaw.
You sigh and close your eyes, sinking back into his chest. Studying is all but impossible with him touching you, but you still try. “I need to study,” you say weakly as his lips move over your pulse. He gently grazes the skin with his teeth, holding back a smirk as you hum contentedly. His warm hand slips up your shirt.
“Study then,” he murmurs, pushing you back so you fall against the pillows. You hear a thud and the rustle of papers as he knocks your textbook to the floor. “I’m not stopping you,” he leans over you and kisses you breathless, his lips insistent against yours. He only pulls back to redirect his attention to your neck, the sharp lines of your collarbone calling to him like a siren.
Your brain goes hazy. Aaron’s fingers skate across the sensitive skin of your hipbone, just under the hem of your sweatpants. He nips your skin and you go boneless beneath him. Your textbook is long forgotten, buried beneath the fog he put your brain in.
“Asshole.” You curse as you wrap your legs around his waist.
Aaron looks up at you and grins, obviously pleased with himself. The silver frames of his glasses glint in the low light of your dorm, his dimples digging deep into his cheeks. You fist his shirt and drag him down on top of you, shutting up the smart retort that was just on the tip of his tongue
“If I’m sacrificing my test for this,” you breathe, burying your fingers in his hair and tugging at the strands, “it better be damn good, Aaron.”
He smiles, a thrill going through him at getting responsible, studious you to drop your revision for him. “Have I ever let you down?” He murmurs, dipping his hand down the hemline of your sweatpants. Your breath catches and you tighten your grip on his hair. “Don’t worry, honey,” his large hand cups your hip, warm and teasing as he lightly drags his fingers over your skin, “I’ll make it worth your while.”
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2005
“Hi honey. What are you doing here?”
Hot knives bury themselves in your heart at Aaron’s voice, soft and low and not directed at you. You clench your hand into a fist as he walks over to his wife’s side, placing a hand on her waist and the other one on his infant son’s back. She smiles brightly and twists her face up to look at him, her body leaning into his like a sunflower searching for the sun.
You hadn’t thought much of the blonde with the baby in her arms making her way through the bullpen. She’d stopped at your desk—the closest one to Aaron’s office—and asked brightly if you knew where Aaron was, his office empty and the door slung open.
You hadn’t made the connection, even as she shifted the struggling baby in her arms, calmed him down with a soothing rub on his back, shiny rings glinting on her finger. Briefly, you thought it was weird, but you vaguely pointed to the kitchenette, telling her, “I think he’s over there.” Only you didn’t think, you knew, because you’re still ever aware of his movements, his presence.
You were still stuck trying to figure out who she was, why she called him Aaron. It all became clear when he approached, his eyes soft and his voice softer still as he placed his mug on an empty desk and went to her with his arms outstretched, his hand fitting itself on the curve of her waist.
“Hi honey. What are you doing here?” He murmurs, his voice traveling to you and breaking you out of your shock.
Your chest tightens painfully and you look away, your vision blurring as you stare down at the dark wood of your desk, trying to force the tears away. You don’t hear her reply, still stuck on that one word.
Honey.
That used to be you.
Drive safe, honey, he’d say as he opened the door for you, jittery at the thought of you driving back home in the snow. Where’d you go, honey? He’d murmur when you would drift away in your thoughts, eyes unfocused until he’d bring you back with soft kisses on your cheeks and jaw. I love you, honey, he’d whisper when you were warm and sleepy in his arms, his fingers soothingly running through your hair as your eyes fluttered shut.
You tighten your grip on the pen in your hand, your eyes involuntarily darting back to them, two still figures in the bustle of the bullpen. Aaron smiles at her as she says something about taking their son to the park, his fingers drawing absent circles on her shirt.
Just for a few moments, his usual stoic demeanor falls away at the presence of his wife and son, his dimples soft in his cheeks as he turns to kiss the baby’s forehead.
It doesn’t surprise you that he forgets himself. Aaron was always hesitant with physical affection in public, but wherever you were, the whole world fell away. You stole his whole attention and he stole yours, anyone else a buzz in the background as he held your hand, sometimes in silence, but mostly as you enthusiastically talked to him while he listened with a smile.
He does the same now. Aaron takes his son into his arms and smiles when the baby starts fiddling with his tie, his dimples carving familiar half moons into his cheeks. It feels hard to breathe suddenly. In the 8 months you’ve been in the BAU you’ve never seen them once, the nature of the job and the tension between you two depriving you from seeing them again.
But Aaron’s smiles weren’t always hard to come by.
You finally stand up on shaky legs, nauseous and slightly suffocated as you make your way past them and into the bathroom.
You don’t see Aaron’s eyes on your retreating figure, a little startled, as if he just remembered you were there. For a fleeting second, you steal his attention again, like you so easily did before.
But then Haley captures it again. And he turns back to her, smile only a little dimmer as Jack babbles in his ear, a small wrinkle between his brows as he stops himself from looking at the bathroom door again.
You don’t leave for another 15 minutes, stomach cramped and tears hastily pushed down your throat as you walk past them to your desk again. You hear their voices; a mixture of bright chatter and a low murmur and a high pitched, childish babble.
Don’t look, you tell yourself. Keep your eyes forward. And you do. And you almost make it. But morbid curiosity makes you glance at them again.
This time Aaron’s eyes meet yours, the child he wanted but you never did cuddling closer to his neck.
Your breath catches and you turn away, walking back to your desk and feeling your whole body burst into flames. You sit down and turn your gaze firmly to your computer, fiddling around and opening emails you’d already read, trying to distract yourself from him.
“I have to go, Haley.” You hear him say gently.
Her name is Haley. You never asked, but now it floats from his mouth to your ears, soft, suffused with love. Aaron and Haley. You wonder what his son’s name is.
Their footsteps fade as they walk out of the bullpen. Your shoulders relax the tiniest bit, air rushing into your lungs suddenly. You drop your head into your hands, welcoming the darkness and taking a deep, shuddering breath. You see him, in the dark. Him and you, intertwined on his bed, lounging in the park under the sun, hiding in a bathroom from all your friends. You can still feel the imprint of his dimples beneath your thumbs, the softness of his hair between your fingers.
Aaron walks hesitantly to your desk, blissfully alone. You feel him hovering over your shoulder and lift your head from your hands, not looking at him until he stands in front of your desk, one of his hands landing nervously on the divider. He opens his mouth, says nothing but your name before you cut him off.
“Was there anything you wanted?” You ask briskly, your voice a little rougher than it usually is.
It’s rude and definitely not something you should be saying to your boss. But he’s not just your boss. Aaron lets it go, for the same reason you snapped at him in the first place—you two have history, one he’s buried deep and never looked back on, one you’re still hung up over.
He clamps his mouth shut and shakes his head.
Does she know? You want to ask. Does she know you loved me first, does she know you called me all the same names you call her?
From the look on her face when she first approached you, you know she doesn’t, but you still feel a strange urge to ask him, wondering if his reaction would give anything away. Your eyes meet his, all the warmth he reserved for his wife and once, you, gone.
You don’t ask.
Aaron leaves quietly, fiddling with his ring as he walks up the stairs and into his office.
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My season 2 OFMD playlist is going to have so much my chemical romance on it do you understand
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Redamancy: Chapter Five
Series Summary: What happens when your soulmate is a vampire that struggles to maintain a diet of trying not to kill you? Common sense says run for the hills, nothing is worth your life - but my heart is whispering why not, what’s there to lose?
Warnings: Curse words (idk about you, but I swear like a sailer - so I apologize in advance bc it’ll be a recurring item)
Notes: The last half of this chapter was one of the first scenes I wrote when I played around with writing this series, these random snippets inspired this whole thing. I’m so glad everyone is enjoying my work!
Word Count: 1930
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• March 4th, 2005 • Forks HS Cafeteria •
Reader
It’s raining outside again for the umpteenth time this week, forcing myself and my preferred Cullen sibling to sit apart at our respective tables inside as our usual table outside collects rain. I glance at the table the Cullen’s claimed and spot Jasper already watching me so I wave shyly. He returns it with a grin only to receive a shove from Emmett as he no doubt teases Jasper for the action.
“Hey - La Push baby, you and Y/n in?” Eric asks Bella as she drops her bag into the chair next to mine.
“Should I know what that means?” She questions back before I could voice the same inquiry.
“La Push Beach down at the Quileute Rez, we’re all going tomorrow.” Mike explains.
“Yeah, there’s a big swell coming in.” Jessica adds.
Eric pops up from his seat, splaying his hands out like he’s already riding a wave “And I don’t just surf the internet!”
“Eric, you stood up once and it was a foam board.” Jess teases him as Mike mirrors his goofy stance, earning a smack from Tyler at the goofy display.
“But there’s whale-watching too, come with us.” Angela prods us gently with her kind eyes.
“La Push baby, it’s La Push.” Eric tries to make the words sound cooler than they are and I can help but hide a chuckle behind my hands.
“Okay,” glancing at me before I give her a nod, “we’ll go if you stop saying that, okay?” Bella concedes before leaving our table to grab a school lunch, I catch Edward standing from his seat to follow her.
“Seriously dude, it’s creepy man.” Mike teases Eric. Their conversation fades into the background as I lean back and open my book while I munch on my carrots.
• March 5th, 2005 • La Push Beach, Quileute Reservation •
Reader
“I don’t know if it’s worth it anymore.” Eric says worriedly as he, Mike, and Jessica finish pulling on their wetsuits.
“We drove all the way out here, I’m at least paddling out.” Jess tells the boys. She’s stronger than I am, because there isn’t any chance I’d subject myself to the freezing water willingly.
“So,” Angela starts, “I keep thinking that Eric’s going to ask me to the prom. And he just… doesn’t.”
“You should ask him, take control. You’re a strong, independent woman.” Bella affirms our friend.
“I am?” Angela responds, unsure.
“Yes.” Blunt and to the point, Bella nods at her.
“Absolutely Ang, he’s just a boy and he would be stupid to turn you down.” I add, confident Eric would be over the moon to go to prom with someone as smart and amazing as her.
“Hey, will you do me up?” Jessica asks me, spinning around in front of me where I lean against the open passenger door next to Angela’s perch on the seat.
“Of course.” I oblige her as she moves her hair to the side.
“Bella!” Turning towards the voice, three tall guys from the reservation walk towards our van.
“Hi, Jacob.” Bella greets the one leading the small group, “Guys, this is Jacob.” She tells us and he gives the rest of us a nod and a wave before sitting next to Bella in the open side door. “What are you, like, stalking me?” I hear Bella tease Jacob.
“You're on my rez, remember?” Jacob chuckles, “Are you surfing?”
“Definitely not.” It’s my turn to chuckle as I catch the scoff and completely serious look on her face.
“You guys should keep them company.” Jess encourages the new group of guys, “Um, Bella’s date bailed.”
“What date?!” Eric panics and pauses like a deer in headlights.
“She invited Edward.” Jessica answers, but Bella jumps to defend her crush.
“To be polite, that's it.”
“I was going to invite Jasper, but since Edward didn’t want to come…” I trail off awkwardly.
“I think it's nice they invited them, nobody ever does.” Trying to come to our rescue, Angela adds.
“Yeah, 'cause the Cullen's are freaks.” Mike’s jealousy showing clear.
“You got that right!” The slightly taller Quileute guy to my right agrees and I’m immediately annoyed.
“You guys know them?” Bella ignores their comments and tries to latch on to any spec of information she can. I also turn to the guys, curious about anything I might learn of the Cullen family.
“The Cullens don't come here.” The other one says ominously, silencing the group.
What an odd thing to say… I mean, is the family not allowed? Did something happen? I have so many questions, but I also know it’ll be incredibly awkward to press them for answers after only just meeting.
After munching on a Twizzler, Jacob stands and turns to my friend. “Wanna go walk the beach while your friends jump in the water?”
“Sure.” Bella rises and pauses in front of Angela and I, “you guys good?”
“Absolutely - yeah!” We nod and smile, both of us content to watch the surf and huddle under our blankets as everyone sets off for the shore.
Jumping in Bella’s truck once everyone’s had their fill of the freezing waves, I lean over and crank the heat dial while she starts the ancient vehicle.
Rubbing my thighs to warm my hands and legs, I ask, “So was that weird, or just me? The comments about the Cullen’s not coming to the Rez?”
“Definitely not just you, I asked Jake on our walk what they meant.” Coaxing the truck onto the road towards Forks, she continues. “He started talking about Quileute legends and old tales.”
“What does that have to do with the Cullen’s?” I press.
“He said they’re supposedly descendants from an enemy clan and they were found hunting on their land.” She glances at me before continuing, “So they made some kind of treaty I guess, to stay off their land and they wouldn’t expose them.”
“Expose them for what?”
“I don’t know, he didn’t say.” She huffs, annoyed. “Do you-do you want to come over for a little bit? I was thinking about doing some research on this stuff.”
“Oh hell yes, count me in!” I turn to look out the window with a grin, I might be closer to actually getting answers now than if I were to solve this on my own.
The rest of the evening was spent huddled around Bella’s computer. We searched Quileute legends on google and ended up coming across tales of ‘Cold Ones’ intertwined in the tribe’s history. An odd sensation came over me when it described their qualities, almost like a foreboding feeling - but I shrugged it off. After a few more clicks, we found a book that could help dive more in-depth on the legends.
“There!” I point at the screen, seeing the availability of it at a store close to our location.
“One is in stock at Thunderbird & Whale Book Store in Port Angeles.” Bella reads as she pulls up a map, scribbling the address on a sticky note. “Wanna come with me after school Tuesday?” She turns to ask as I munch on some chips, taking a seat at the end of her bed.
“There’s no point in asking anymore, we’re in this together. I’m just as invested in finding out more about Jasper as you are about Edward.”
“Fair.” She cracks a sideways grin as she flops on her bed next to me.
• March 7th, 2005 • Forks HS •
Reader
Rushing through the clouded hallway before first period to avoid Tyler Crowley and his gaggle of friends, I spot Jasper loitering with his sister Rose near the end of the corridor. I practically ran in his direction-pushing him by the chest into a secluded alcove by the stairs, an apologetic wince of a smile thrown in Rosalie’s direction that was immediately met with understanding as her eyes located the entourage hot on my heels.
“Sorry,” I whisper to his shocked form, “if they find me, you give a very distinct ‘fuck off’ vibe they can’t ignore.”
His eyes were wide as he looked down at me - I think I rendered him speechless with my forward actions, commandeering his body for personal use against other boys. Come to think about it, what was I thinking? This is Jasper Hale, why would he-
“Glad to be of service. Even though this might be a little bit of a strange request.” He whispered right back, the space small enough that he didn’t need to talk too loud over the din of the hallway and with how close we were standing - there wasn’t much space between us.
God, what the fuck am I doing?
Without even thinking, I lean my head forward to settle on the center of his chest, closing my eyes in embarrassment, arms clutching my notebooks to my chest. Before I could think about what I just initiated, one of his large hands came to settle on my back, immediately soothing the worries that began to swim that I was being too forward.
“Are you alright?” He murmured into my hair.
“That’s a loaded question.” I mumbled into his shirt, squeezing my eyes shut even tighter. How could he read me so well?
The longer we stood here, the more I began to realize his chest wasn’t moving. Is he holding his breath? Oh shit, do I-
“Oh, uhh, my bad! I-I’ll see you around Y/n.” I heard Tyler stutter, I turned my head to see him glancing between Jasper and I. Perfection, my plan a success as the gaggle of boys turned tail and hurried away.
I glance upwards to Jasper’s stoic face, “Thank you for your flawless execution.” Complimenting his quick compliance in my hasty plan before running off to my next class of the day.
“Anytime, doll.” He replied with that southern accent and signature half-smirk.
Damn him for being so attractive and for using that nickname.
Jasper
I remained standing here a few more moments, not entirely sure what just transpired between Y/n and I. Her scent lingering in this alcove she accosted me into, lavender and fresh linen invaded my senses as those all-too-familiar flames of devastating hunger take up residence in my throat again.
I know I’ll hear it about this little stunt the moment I’m home this afternoon, Rosalie no doubt currently informing Emmett and Alice of what transpired.
I exhaled a sigh and let my head thump against the wall behind me, eyes slipping closed. I swear I can still feel her forehead pressed against my chest. I forced myself to stop breathing then in the moment, the desire for unsavory things it caused to swirl in my chest needed to be suffocated. I could feel the tension emanating from her then and I had to stamp that out if I ever hoped she’d continue to be comfortable with me, my own bloodthirsty desire be damned. I could still feel the warmth from where her body touched mine.
This gorgeous human girl has me wrapped around her tiny little finger and I’m not even sure she’d give me the time of day.
Once I manage to peel myself away from the wall, Alice rushes up to me with worry saturating her emotions.
“I’ve been looking for you! We need to leave, the sun will be out by lunch.” She tells me in a rush.
What I wouldn’t give to not have a life dictated by the weather. With a sigh, I follow my sister to the student parking lot.
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Hi! I wanted to tell that John Constantine has such sad tired but beautiful eyes. and the way how he smokes is something special. Can you please write how he would react if he saw that the reader was smoking.
Smokey
John Constantine(2005) x Reader
SUMMARY // We all know John is a really bad chainsmoker, but he never knew you smoked too!
TW // Smoking(no shit), fluff, cussing..
Tbh I love this cause, imma be honest with ya'll, I smoke, mostly when I'm stressed, but still.. and I know everyone is gonna be on my ass for that, but I could be doing a lot worse shit than smoking, so be glad it's just that!
Thank you, I have been having writers block for days and you just FIXED IT!!!!
ALL GIFS FROM PINTEREST
Me and Constantine have been dating for 2 years now, and during that time, I have witnessed an insane amount of people reprimand him for smoking like he does, and a lot of disgusted looks glanced his way after he pulls out cig after cig like they're candy.
He ignores these people and really doesn't give a fuck about what others say about his life choices. His life, his choice.. and who am I to tell him what he can and cannot do?
Especially when I smoke too.. bit hypocritical if I tell him to stop smoking while I take a puff or who, right?
Another thing I've noticed in our relationship is how he tries to keep from smoking in front of me and goes out on the balcony at our apartment to do it, or faces the opposite way as not to accidentally blow his smoke in my face.
I brung it up to him once, but he just brushed me off, saying he had no idea what the fuck I was talking about.. How typical of him to not admit he cares about my health..
So far, he has never witnessed me smoke, and, because I buy the same brand as him, he doesn't think of it when he finds an extra pack on the counter every now and then, thinking I bought them for him.. Which results in him stealing my fuckin' smokes without even realizing it.
Usually, I have a smoke first thing in the morning when John is still asleep, and then maybe another at work, but that's all, so it's easy to see why he didn't know about our shared habit.. Until today.
It's an early Sunday morning and the streets are nearly bare due to it being a weekend, and for some, a day to relax and go to Church.
I'm out on the balcony, taking my morning smoke when I hear John rustling in bed, probably just tossing and turning like usual. I take a long drag from my cig and feel the white-ish gray smoke run through my lungs before blowing it out of my mouth with a sigh, some of it escaping from my nose instead.
"Baby.. what are you doing on the balcony this early..?" I hear John's deep groggy, huskey (~sexy~) morning voice ask from behind me.
He rubs the sleep out of his eyes and finally sees me clearly, looking at him, cigarette in hand, a little smoke still coming down and out my nose. He squints at me, tired and confused.
"Since when do you smoke..?" He asks, confused as fuck.
"Since I was old enough to do it without getting in trouble with the cops.." I say nonchalantly and flick some ash from my cigarette into the ash tray on the thin metal railing.
"Huh.. How am I just finding this out now?" John asks, clearly confused at how he has been dating me for 2 years and never knew 'till now.
"One; you sleep like a boulder, I do this every morning, and two; I don't use 20 packs a day like someone," I tease, smirking slightly.
He scoffs playfully, "Okay, well, I don't smoke 20 packs a day.. just 15. And also; are you fucking kidding me? I did all that shit so you wouldn't inhale my smoke only to find out it doesn't even matter cause you inhale your own!?"
"HA! So you admit that you did do all that because you care!" A shit eating grin crosses my face.
Constantine pauses for a minute and then lets out a sigh, knowing I wouldn't let it go, no matter what. Then a thought struck him.
"Fucking Christ.. The new packs of cigs! Those were yours weren't they!?"
I laugh at his reaction once he figures out he's been stealing my cigarettes.
"Don't even worry bout it, we smoke the same brand, so I steal yours sometimes too," I confess, a grin on my face as I take another drag before putting out what remains of the roll, pressing it down into the ash tray.
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Collarbones : Jasper Whitlock Hale V
Chapter Five
"I can see your collarbones and baby I'm scared, Never thought I'd be so unprepared"
Summary: Camila Johnson was only 16 when she was diagnosed with leukemia. By the time she had turned 17, the doctors had tried everything to save her. Her family is close to giving up hope when they hear of a doctor who may be able to help her. The only problem is, he lives on the opposite side of the country. The small family soon decides to move to the small town in Washington, in efforts to prolong her life. In doing so, her life changes forever.
Warnings: Eventual smut (18+ only), mentions of death, depression, violence, descriptions of disease and weight loss, general angst, slow burn, blink and you'll miss it mention of sex, mention of opioids
Words: 8.1k
A/N: Please lmk if you'd like to be added to the tag list. This one is super long, hope you enjoy x
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January 31st, 2005
Camila sat there, frozen in shock, silent for what seemed like a century to Jasper. He found himself once again wishing that he had Edward’s power. To his delight, she didn’t look horrified, just shocked. But he wouldn’t push it this time, wouldn’t push her to speak before she was ready, because her whole future hung on this one moment. His whole future with her.
Finally, she spoke. “W-who makes the decision to change that future?” She asked, voice croaking on its way out. It was the only thing she could think to ask. Every other thought had become muddled in her mind.
Jasper blinked, looking down at their intertwined fingers. “You.” He said simply, pausing before he continued. It was only fair to give her the full warning of what this could mean. “It wouldn’t be the easy solution though. It’s excruciatingly painful, changing. You would loose everything you have now. Your parents, your friends, everyone would need to think that you had died.” He explained gravely, hanging his head in shame. Suddenly, he felt wrong having this conversation. Ashamed that he was even suggesting making her give up everything. It felt selfish, because, in truth, it was.
Surprising even herself, his explanation didn’t hurt. She had spent so long preparing herself to have to say goodbye, that maybe it would be worth it to start new. Either way, she would lose them and they would lose her. What scared her is what this would mean for her and the Cullens. She knew that Alice expected a friendship to form between them. More importantly, she knew that forever with Jasper didn’t seem bad in the slightest, maybe even nice. Maybe, just maybe, she would be able to act on her feelings for him after all. Maybe breaking that promise she had made to herself wouldn’t be so bad after all.
That thought stopped her in her tracks though. What if Jasper didn’t feel that same pull towards her that she felt towards him? The last thing that she wanted to do was be a burden on him. A burden that lasted for an eternity no less. “I’ll have to think on that.” She decided, gulping as the thought of making that enteral decision settled in the pit of her stomach.
“Of course. Take all the time you need.” Jasper said. He had expected as much. He couldn’t expect her to make that decision in that moment. She had only just found out that Vampires existed and now there he was, asking her what she wanted to do with eternity. As much as the suspense was killing him, he knew that he would be willing to wait as long as it would take for her to make that choice. The prize would be well worth the wait.
Camila shook her head, trying to push the overwhelming information from her mind if even for a moment. So much had been said in the last hour that she was beginning to have a migraine, the dull pain throbbing more and more by the second. “I’m going to go grab some water.” She croaked out, her throat suddenly feeling as dry as a desert. She reluctantly let her grip on his hand loosen as she pushed herself to the edge of the mattress. Willing her sore muscles to pull her to a stand, she took a few steps towards the door into the living room.
The room blurred for a moment, her mind going fuzzy with dizziness suddenly. Stars shot around her vision as her knees began to buckle. Before she had time to process what was happening, before she had time to try and catch herself from falling, ice cold hands were on her. One on her waist, keeping her upright. The other gently cupping the base of her head and the back of her neck, long fingers sprawled across the space, keeping her head steady.
“Woah.” She said blinking rapidly. She was almost certain that it wasn’t just the dizziness that had made him a blur of speed. “How did you get over here so quickly?” She asked, confusion clear on her face.
Sending her a soft smile, he answered. “It’s a vampire thing.” He said simply.
“Ohh.” She said, nodding in understanding. She guessed there was a lot more to understand than she had realized. The whole thing had happened so quickly, she was just now getting the time to process his touch. Blood rushed to her cheeks, and she hoped the embarrassment that she felt, she would be able to blame on the near fainting as well as the blush. “Sorry, I think I just stool up too quick.” She said, feeling as if the heat in her cheeks would never go away.
Jasper shook his head. “You don’t need to apologize.” He said, brushing his thumb along the exposed skin of her arm in what he hoped was a comforting manor. Dark bruises littered the pale skin, and found himself wishing, hoping that his fingerprints wouldn’t show up along with the others soon. He knew that with her sickness came bruising easily, but he dreaded the day that he would inevitably cause one of the purple splotches. “Why don’t you go and lay down? I’ll go get some water for you.” He offered, dropping his hold on her once he could see that she could hold her own weight once more.
Nodding, she lowered her gaze bashfully, slightly embarrassed that she couldn’t even do a simple task without narrowly avoiding an accident. “Thanks.” She muttered as she made her way back to the bed, lowering herself slowly onto the cool sheets.
Jasper made his way out of her bedroom, when, suddenly a burning tore through his throat. Realizing as he heard a car door shut outside, that her mother must have just arrived back from the store, he rushed forward to turn the lock and open the front door for her. A brief flash of shock crossed her face as she looked at the pale figure in the doorframe. “Jasper, lovely to see you again.” She greeted as a smile formed on her lips. “Didn’t know you were staying after driving Camila home.” She said.
He hurried forward, at a human speed of course, to help gather the plastic bags that were filled with food from the trunk. “Sorry, Ma’am, I don’t mean to intrude.” He apologized, not wanting to be a burden or make the woman uncomfortable from his presence.
Michelle shook her head, furrowing her eyebrows. “Of course not, you’re never anything but a perfect gentleman. Speaking of which, you really don’t need to help bring those in, Hon.” She said sweetly, going to grab the bags from his hands.
“Nonsense, it’t no bother at all.” He reassured, southern accent thick as he gathered the remaining bags. As he turned, seeing her shocked face, he realized that he may have been overzealous in trying to grab them all at once, halfway exposing his superhuman strength purely by accident. He hunched his shoulders slightly, trying to play off that they at least looked heavy, as he let out a light laugh. “Dad always said it should only take one trip.” He joked, trying to play it off.
She nodded slowly, letting out a soft laugh her self. “Guess so.” She said, grabbing her keys from her purse to lock the vehicle. “How is Carlisle? We have an appointment with him tomorrow.” She asked politely, trying to find conversation to fill the silence as the two made their way back into the home to the kitchen.
Dropping the bags carefully on the kitchen counter, he turned to her. “He’s good. Busy at the hospital, been taking extra shifts lately to help with a shortage of doctors.” He answered.
The woman smiled at his words. “He’s a miraculous man. I hope he’s not over working himself.” She said, slightly concerned. Jasper smiled at the inside joke, humming in response. Carlisle often had to force himself to go home when it was like this. Right before he had met Edward had been the worst timing for this. Hundreds were dying all around his from the Spanish Influenza and there he was, wishing that he could be working, helping twenty-four hours a day but knowing he couldn’t. No human could operate like that, and that’s how he needed to appear. Human.
One word in particular that she had said had stuck out, however. Miraculous. He hoped that she hadn’t meant the word in a literal way. He knew from conversations with Carlisle as well as with Camila that this is what they had been hoping for. A miracle. It hurt him to know that there would be none coming for them. Either decision the Camila would end up making, they would lose her. It was impossible to change that fact. Impossible to make the loss easier for them.
But, clearly a miracle was what they had been hoping for. Camila had told him what had happened when she had been diagnosed. The cancer had progressed too far for chemo to really have any chance of working, so they hadn’t done it. There was no point of putting her though all of that if it didn’t have a chance of working. That’s why they had moved to Forks. Not only for the cheaper cost of living, but in hopes that Carlisle could help. But Jasper knew better. He knew that Camila’s life would end soon, and there was nothing left to do to prevent it from happening.
Shaking himself from his thoughts, he cleared his throat before speaking. “I was getting Camila some water when I heard you get back from the store.” He said, trailing off towards the end.
She smiled, grateful to have him there, trying to take care of her baby for her. He clearly cared a great bit for her, and she only hoped that he wouldn’t grow too attached. “There’s some bottled water in the fridge.” She told him, moving to start unpacking the bags of groceries.
“Thanks.” He answered, moving to grab one of the bottles before heading back to Camila’s room. Closing the door softly behind him, he looked up from the creaking floorboards to find her fast asleep. He couldn’t stop the smile from growing on his lips as he peered at her sleeping form. There she was, as peaceful as could be, small puffs of air leaving her parted lips.
He couldn’t stop himself from staring as he lost himself in the view. Her cheekbones were prominent, her face clearly thinned from the illness. Darkness circled her eyes, leaving soft purple rings. She was absolutely beautiful, of course, but it was obvious to his advanced eyes that she was unwell. He wasn’t sure how he had missed it before, and he wandered, now, how she had looked before all of this. What she would look like if she changed. He shook his head, needing to stop before he got carried away.
Breaking himself from his trance, he pushed forward, setting the perspiring water bottle on her makeshift nightstand of cardboard boxes. He turned, reaching to grasp the edge of her blanket before draping it softly along her thin frame, watching closely as she shifted slightly under the fluffy fabric. He turned back towards the door, deciding that he should leave, seeing as she clearly needed the rest.
“Jasper?” A soft voice broke him from his thoughts. His head shot back, looking towards the direction in which the croaky voice sounded from. Camila remained in the same spot, eye squinted as she looked at his frame from her place on the bed. “Please don’t leave.” She said, so soft that he wasn’t sure if he would’ve heard it without his advanced hearing. How could he say no to her?
He knew he couldn’t, as if he wanted to in the first place, so he just nodded his head and walked straight back to her. He eased his way under the covers, leaning slightly on the wall behind the head of the mattress, half sitting, half laying down, not wanting to ease too far into the situation, not wanting to make her uncomfortable. She sighed in content, laying her head softly on his arm, and hummed a small ‘thanks’.
Pretty much immediately, she was back to sleeping. He could hear her heart rate had slowed to a steady pace, breathing mellowing back out as she sunk deeper into her sleep. The rhythm was comforting to him. Despite being in the next room, his throat still burned from the scent of her mother, and luckily for him, Camila was a nice distraction from this.
It probably wasn’t the best idea to be there alone in the first place, no one there to stop him if something bad happened. It had been one thing when him and Camila had been alone, that much he could trust himself with. Now though, Michelle was home and her blood was calling out to him. It was just a matter of time before her father arrived home from work, and then the burning would only intensify. But she was worth it. He could never say no to her. He would never be able to say no to her.
So, he remained there, unmoving for more minutes than he could count, not wanting to wake her, as she shifted slightly, moving further onto him as she rested her head comfortably on his chest. If his heart still beat it would’ve been erratic.
Without meaning to, they had had more physical contact in the past twelve hours that they had ever before. He knew he should stop himself, knowing that he should keep the barriers between them strong. Not wanting to accidentally hurt her, but he couldn’t help himself as he wrapped his arm securely around her frame. He couldn’t help but embrace her as she did the same to him, even if she wasn’t fully aware of it.
He could feel his feelings for her grow by the second, vaguely aware that they were teetering on the edge of love. He knew it was ridiculous, having only known her for such a short amount of time, but he couldn’t help it. Others in his family had explained the feeling to him before, so he was aware of the fact that it all moved much quicker for his kind. Vampire’s mated for life, and if he felt like this with her already, if Alice had truly seen them together, in love, in the future, he knew he was completely and utterly fucked. He knew, in that moment, that if she did chose to die, to let her illness take her away from him, he was done for.
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February 1st, 2005
Camila’s second appointment had been scheduled for directly after she finished with school, and she was grateful that she wouldn’t miss her daily calculous class with Jasper. She had come to enjoy the short forty-five minute class, having the excuse to see him everyday. On top of this, she had spent yet another lunch break at the Cullen table, by the request of not only Jasper, but Alice as well.
After her conversation with Tyler the day previous, she had been more than happy to take them up on their offer. Tyler had deliberately avoided her between classes that day, and if it was either him being jealous or him just avoiding her all together because of her outburst, she didn’t care.
She just couldn’t bring herself to give a fuck anymore. Did she really need friends that shit on other people like he had done to Jasper anyway? Okay, so maybe he hadn’t completely shit on him, but he had been rude, and tried to pass it off as caring for her. Fuck that. If he wanted to remain friends, then he could apologize. Her relationship with Jasper, whatever that relationship entailed, wasn’t going to change on account of the Tyler’s ‘concern’.
So she had graciously excepted their invite at lunch, and luckily for her, Edward had been absent from the table, having chosen to sit at another with the company of Bella Swan. Camila chose not question his antics, not even in her head, as she knew that he would be able to hear her thoughts, but she couldn’t help of think of Jasper’s words. Either way it would end badly. The words sent an uncomfortable chill down her spine, but she would ignore it. It wasn’t anymore her business than her and Jasper were Tyler’s.
Her and Jasper. The new information he had given her had been cycling through her mind ever since. A chance at forever with him. It scared her. She knew how she felt towards him, and she knew that those feelings were only growing stronger, and if she was being honest with herself, they scared her. Scared her that he wouldn’t feel the same way for her. In truth, she didn't know what to do. Her only hope was to wait and see how things would pan out. To hope for the best.
After a long day of school work and overthinking everything Jasper had told her, by the time her appointment with Carlisle had rolled around, her head was throbbing. She wasn’t sure what she was hoping for him to say as they sat there in the waiting room with her parents. Wasn’t sure what she was hoping for him to do once he had seen the results of her latest run of tests, but what she did know was what she hoped he wouldn’t say. She hoped that he wouldn’t suggest anything expensive.
It was clear that her parents held too much hope in him. Too much hope that he could fix what was wrong with her, but she knew better. She knew that she would die soon. She had known that since the day she had been diagnosed. It had been a gut wrenching feeling that she couldn’t shake, despite being told that there was a chance that she could get better. She knew better than to believe it, than to hope. Jasper’s words had only confirmed that for her.
So she did hope, with every fiber of her being that he would do what was best and not dig them an even deeper financial hole than they had already dug themselves. Of course, once he had sat them in his office, tried to make small talk, attempting to soften the blow of the bad news, he had confirmed what she had already known. The tests had all come back unanimously. “Three to five months.” he said, face grave as he delivered the information.
Her father drooped in his seat, defeated, but determined not to cry. To hold himself together for his wife and daughter. Her mother almost immediately shook with silent sobs, small squeaks leaving her lips as she attempted to breath through the tears. Camila, however, remained unmoving in her seat, face blank of emotion. She had expected as much. Maybe a bit more time, but not by a lot. So she had a little bit less time to make her decision, so be it. Oh well, better not to drag it out anyway, right?
Maybe it made her seem heartless, but really, she was just tired. Tired of trying to be sad about her life ending. There was only so long you could be upset, knowing it would end soon anyway, and she had already been given enough time for that. The months following her diagnosis had been bad enough as it was. Loosing her friends. Loosing her boyfriend who she had thought loved her. She had already been pushed to that breaking point, so to hear that her pain and suffering would end soon, one way or another, was not the worst news she could hear. What pained her was her parent’s reactions, and she knew that they were both trying the best they could to not upset her more, so she tried her best to ignore that pain.
She had always hoped that maybe they would try for another kid once she was gone. They had both been so young when she was born, so it was entirely possible. She knew the past year had been torturous for them too, but in an entirely different way. So, was it that bad for her to be thankful that they would be able to start their healing even easier than she had hoped for? To maybe start new? She didn’t think so.
Carlisle had been solemn as he continued delivering the news to them. The news that there were no treatments that would help her at that stage. The news that the meds she had been taking had not been working to slow the progression of the cancer like they had hoped. The news that her liver was beginning to show signs of deterioration. The news that their daughter’s body just wasn’t sustaining her life the way that it should.
“The best thing to do in this situation is to try and make her as comfortable as possible.” He said, face laced with sadness. “We can up her pain meds. This should not only help with the pain, but also the shortness of breath that you’ve been reporting.” He said, addressing the last part to Camila as he gave her a soft, sympathetic smile. They no longer had to worry about the risk of addiction, only to ease her discomfort. And when the time came, that she was on her last branch of life, they would move her to hospice and start administering morphine on a regular basis. And then she would be gone. Easy enough she supposed. Definitely a cheeper route than chemo or radiation therapy, so she couldn’t complain.
The car ride home had been silent. She didn’t know what to say and clearly neither did her parents. The pain was palpable in the atmosphere, so much so that she was glad when they arrived home. Glad to be able to be alone in her room. Give them the space they needed to feel all that they needed to feel without having to try and be strong for her benefit.
So, that’s what they did. They felt. She could hear her mother’s sobs through the thin walls of the home. Hear her father trying to comfort her to no avail, and eventually hear his quiet sobs as well. Sleep had not come easy that night, so abnormally, she had been awake when the light tapping started tat her window.
She had thought she had been imagining things at first, maybe hallucinating from the lack of sleep in the past day, but then it came again. Tap tap tap. Slowly, she rolled out of the covers of her bed, inching her way towards the window, where she ripped open the thin curtain. Her body jolted as a small squeal left her lips, clutching at her chest for dear life. “Jesus. You’re going to give me heart attack one of these days.” She complained, unlatching the lock on the creaky frame of the window. Using all of her strength to pry it open, she stepped back aways to let Jasper climb through into her bedroom.
“What did I tell you, Darlin’? The name is Jasper. You should know this by now.” He teased, smirk deepening his dimples as she rolled her eyes at him. “Carlisle told me how it went today at the hospital, hope you don’t mind him breaking HIPAA and all.” He said, the smirk dropping from his face as he raising his hand to brush a stray piece of hair from her face, resting a comforting palm on her cheek after.
She blinked, not having it in herself to even try and stop her racing heart. “I would’ve ended up telling you anyway.” She answered, not looking away from his amber eyes.
“I know.” He muttered. “Come here.” He said, pulling her gently into his chest. He knew what she needed. Despite her hard exterior, her emotionless reaction that Carlisle had informed him of, he could feel her emotional pain. What caused it, knowing how soon she would die, knowing that there really was nothing to cure her, or seeing her parents in pain, he didn’t know. Either way, she needed the comfort, and that he could give her.
She buried her face in the fabric of his hoodie, letting tears that she didn’t even know she had flow free. She didn’t know exactly what she was crying about, not caring enough to try and figure it out. She only knew that he was holding her, and that was enough. So that night he stayed. Stayed until the early hours of the morning when she awoke to dress for school. Stayed and held her in his arms as her tears left stains in the fabric of his clothes. Stayed as she clenched that very same fabric in her fists, refusing to let go as sleep finally overcame her.
Sure, the burning in his throat was twice as bad, because he had missed his hunting and two more humans were sleeping just down the hallway, veins pumping full of sweet smelling, temping blood. But in that moment he didn’t care. He would endure anything for this girl and he knew it.
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February 3rd, 2005
The next few days had gone by slowly. Her parents had yet to bring up what had happened at the hospital. Whether that was because they couldn’t handle it, or because they thought it would upset her, she didn't know, but she was happy to avoid the conversation. The drive to school had been as if the whole ordeal hadn’t happened. Like she hadn’t listened in as her parents sobbed themselves to sleep. Like she couldn’t see the red puffy eyes of her mother’s that were left there as evidence.
Her mother had smiled her best smile and tried to make conversation. “So, you and Jasper seem to be hanging out quite a bit.” She commented, causing a blush to creep up to Camila’s cheeks. Camila hummed in response, trying her best to hide the redness in her face as she looked out of the window, suddenly very interested in the trees blurring past. Seeing that she wasn’t going to verbally reply, she continued. “I like him. He’s very polite… and cute.” She said, wiggling her eyebrows her eyebrows as she nudged her daughter’s shoulder.
Camila let out an exaggerated groan, running her hands over her warm face. “Mom, please.” She begged.
Michelle gasped dramatically. “What? I’m just making conversation.” She said teasingly.
“Please, anything but this topic.” Camila complained, the words muffled by her hands that remained in front on her face, trying to block her mother’s view of the red tinted cheeks.
“Ohhh…” Michele sighed out. “You like him, don’t you?” She asked. She already knew the answer of course. It was obvious, if only to her. She knew her daughter and she could tell how she felt towards the boy.
Camila sighed in relief as she dropped her hands, Forks High School coming into view. She gathered her things in her lap as the car came to a stop, turning to address her mother once more. “Bye, Mom. I love you.” She said pointedly, earning a chuckle from the woman as she opened the door.
She made her way inside the building, and as soon as her boot clad feet touched the smooth tile of the hallways, an arm slung around her shoulder. Her body immediately tensed, feeling the warmth coming from the touch. She looked up to see his face, Tyler Crowley. “Hey.” He said, nonchalantly.
She raised an eyebrow at him expectantly. Surely, that wasn’t how he was going to start the conversation, right? He couldn’t be serious, surely not. He grimaced, seeing her slight glare. “About the other day…” He said, scratching at the back of his neck awkwardly. Camila gestured with her hand, urging him to go on. What was he five? Did he seriously need someone to hold his hand while he was apologizing?
He cleared his throat. “I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’m sorry. I shouldn’t butt in to your business.” He said, seemingly gritting his teeth as he forced the words out.
Camila nodded her head slowly, pulling herself out from his uncomfortable embrace. “You’re right, you shouldn’t.” She said simply. “That being said, don’t do it again, okay?” She asked.
He nodded, giving her a tight lipped smile, as he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jacket. “Promise.” He said, giving her a tight lipped smile.
Camila nodded her head curtly. “Good.” She said, and that was the end of that. Despite his apology, she didn’t exactly want to be around him in that moment. So, she had opted instead to talk sit next to Angela during class. Camila hadn’t gotten the time to talk to the girl much that week, much to her dismay, but luckily, her history class didn’t have assigned seats, so she took the opportunity and ran with it.
“Hey.” She called out, setting her things down on the desk as she pulled out the chair next to the girl.
Angela looked up, seemingly startled by the sudden attention. “Hi, Camila.” She said, sending her a bright smile. “I haven’t seen you around much, how have you been?” She asked sweetly.
“Just busy with being at a new school and all. How about you?” Camila asked politely, giving her a kind smile. Angela had always been nothing but sweet to her, seemingly a genuinely nice person.
Angela beamed in response. “Oh you know, crazy busy too. The school paper and twin brothers keep life interesting.” She said, giggling fondly at the thought of the two toddlers. Her smile remained as she leaned over slightly, dropping her voice to a whisper. “You seem to be busy with Jasper Hale more than anything.” She teased.
God, how many people were going to bring him up? Was she that obvious? Was it that clear to everyone how she felt for him? She hoped not. “Shut up.” She said, nudging Angela’s shoulder with her own, not even attempting to hide the blush that had found its way back on her face.
“Oh come on.” Angela said, smile still shining bright. “You’ve got to see the way he looks at you.” She said.
The words had sent Camila’s heart into overdrive. “Looks at me how?” She said, eyebrows furrowing as she looked down to her hands, spinning the rings that hung loosely off of her fingers.
Angela scoffed playfully. “Like you’re the only person in the room.” She said simply. Camila’s heart clattered against her ribcage. He didn't do that, surely not. Did he? “Has he asked you to prom yet?” She asked expectantly.
Shaking her head no, Angela looked disappointed. “Has anyone asked you yet?” Camila asked, trying to change the subject away from her and Jasper.
“I keep thinking Eric’s going to ask me, then he just... doesn’t.” She said, letting out a disappointed sigh.
Camila perked up in her seat. “You should ask him.” She suggested. Angela’s eyes shot to her, a skeptical look plastered onto her face. “Take control. You’re a strong independent woman.” She reassured.
“Bella said the same thing.” Angela answered, dropping her eyes down, suddenly very interested in her chipping nail polish.
“See?” Camila asked brightly. “So you know it has to be true then.” She said finitely. Angela gave a soft, teetering smile and nodded.
The remainder of the class they spent taking turns reading through sections of their history book together, jotting down notes as they went. Once they were done with this, they moved on to their homework, finishing that fairly quickly as well. Angela was a good work partner. She took things seriously enough to get done with things fast, but also wasn’t too serious that she couldn’t hold basic conversation.
By the end of the class, Camila had promised to accompany her and Jessica with dress shopping for the prom next week. She wasn’t sure how she had been coerced into it, but knew it had something to do with her lack of ability to tell her no. She was just too nice, it was hard to reject the offer. As much as she was not looking forward to spending time with Jessica, Angela made up for it.
Like the day previous, she had opted to join Jasper at lunch. She was beginning to grow accustomed to the stares. They had to lose interest at some point, right? Surely the whole ordeal couldn’t be that interesting to them. Yeah, maybe they were attracting more today because Jasper currently had his arm slung around her shoulder, but that didn’t really give them the right to ogle. Sure, this time his arm was actually around her and not just the chair, but it was comforting. It helped ground her thoughts that had been racing all day and the coolness felt nice against her feverish skin.
Edward, again was absent from the table, having joined Bella once again at a table of their own. A fact she was grateful for as she didn’t want him to be able to read her thoughts in that moment. Her thoughts that were swirling with Jasper. It was embarrassing if she was being honest. She couldn’t seem to get him out of her mind, and she wasn’t exactly keen on the idea of admitting to herself why that was.
Alice perked up suddenly in her seat, turning to address the girl next to her. “Camila, I almost forgot. They’re doing blood typing in biology class today. Carlisle said you should skip out on it since you bleed a lot easier than most.” She explained, giving her a bright smile. She turned her gaze to Jasper momentarily, raising her eyebrows. “Jasper can drive you home if you’d like, right Jazz?” She asked expectantly.
Jasper rolled his eyes playfully at his sister. “I’d be happy to.” He said, smiling down at Camila.
A low snicker sounded from across the table. “Yeah, you’d be happy to.” Emmett muttered. A loud thwack sounded from under the table, followed by a groan of pain. “Okay, okay. No more teasing, Jasper. I got it.” He said, leaning down to hold his leg as he glared at the golden haired immortal.
Camila couldn’t stop herself from laughing at the whole ordeal. In fact, she often found herself not able to hold back her laughter with the group of vampires. She was comfortable with them, able to be much more open than she ever had before. She had nothing to hide with them. It was exhilarating, being able to be herself.
A shrill bell rung out across the crowded room, signaling the end of their lunch hour. Jasper reluctantly removed his arm from her shoulders, pulling himself to a stand and opting instead to offer his hand to the girl. She excepted the invitation, letting him help pull her to her feet as she slung her backpack onto her free arm. He did the same, grabbing both of their mostly untouched trays of food, and dumping them in the trash bin on their way out of the cafeteria.
Hand holding had become a normal thing for them over the past few days, always finding themselves in need of some form of physical contact from each other. Camila chose not to read too far into this, not wanting to become expectant of what his feelings for her were. So, they walked hand in hand, making sure nobody watched as the divided from the crowd to exit through the front doors and into the parking lot. A plus to attending such a small school compared to the last high school she had gone to, not as many adults to notice when a couple of students slipped out for the remainder of the day.
The drive to her home was a short and silent one, both teens opting to bask in the comfortable silence as he drove, winding down the woodsy roads. Once they arrived, he pulled up to the curb, putting the car in park as he turned to her. “Do you want me to walk you in?” He asked, the corners of his mouth pulling up slightly.
Camila’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “You’re not coming in?” She asked, shoulders drooping in disappointment. She had grown so accustomed to spending time with the amber eyed teen that she hadn’t even questioned it, assuming he would spend time with her in her room like they had repeatedly in the past week.
He shook his head lightly. “I’m sorry, Darlin’. Your mother’s home, and I haven’t hunted for a while…” He said trailing off, ashamed of his confession.
Camila smiled to him, leaning forward to plant a quick peck to his cheek, shocking even herself as she did so. Her lips tingled from the touch as she pulled back, offering a small smile. “It’s okay, Jazz. Promise.” She assured him, gathering her things as she moved to exit the car.
“I can come by later tonight if you want, after I fix my whole… situation.” He said, catching her attention once more.
She turned back to him. “Only if you want to.” She said.
He grinned brightly at her. “I’ll always want to, Darlin’.” He said, smile not leaving his face as he watched her turn away and head towards the house. He sat there, unmoving as he made sure she made it safely inside. Waiting until she was out of view before he raised his hand to his cheek, feeling where she had left her kiss. Feeling the phantom burn of her warm plump lips on his icy skin.
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Jasper had come through with his promise that night, of course. This time the tapping on her window had sent her heart racing for a completely different reason altogether. Like always, as soon as she had laid her eyes on his face, all the stress from her day had lifted from her shoulders. If she didn’t know any better, she would’ve thought that he had been using his powers on her, but no. That was just the effect that he had on her.
Oddly enough, even though it was nearly midnight, she wasn’t tired. She had taken some of her pain meds once she had gotten home from school and had almost immediately knocked out. So there she was, wide awake, Jasper by her side, hand in hand as what had become their usual.
“How was hunting?” She asked, looking up to see that his eyes had returned to their normal golden color.
He smiled to her. “Good, got a grizzly.” He said casually, causing her eyes to widen in shock.
“Like, a grizzly bear?” She asked incredulously. He nodded, laughing lightly at her shock. “Guess you weren’t lying about vampires being crazy strong.” She muttered.
“You should see Emmet. Grizzlies are his favorite.” He said, laughing like it was some kind of inside joke.
Camila took the bait. “How come?” She asked, urged on by pure curiosity.
Jasper paused for a moment, trying to think of the best way to tell the story. “Probably has to do with the fact that a bear is why he was changed.” He started, watching her face intently as he continued. “He had been mauled by one in 1935, when he was still human. Rosalie had been the one to find him and bring him to Carlisle. They’ve been together ever since.” He finished.
Camila stared up at him in awe. “That’s actually really cute.” She admitted. “Not the whole almost dying thing, but him and Rosalie.” She corrected herself. “Was that how it was with everyone else. Were they dying too?” She asked, curiously.
Jasper hummed. “Some of us. Carlisle is the oldest, he was changed in 1663. His father had been a pastor, leading hunts for vampires. Carlisle ended up taking over for him at some point, and of course, unlike his father, he was intelligent enough to find a real coven. In the chaos of it all, he ended up getting bitten and left there, bleeding in the middle of the street. He hid in a cellar for the transformation and had tried killing himself at first.” He paused, hearing the soft gasp that left her lips. “We’re pretty indestructible though, he didn’t want to be a monster. Didn’t want to feed off of humans. That’s when he figured out that our kind could survive off of animal blood.” He ended.
Camila sat there in awe of the story. “Woah.” She muttered, eyes still wide. “Talk about superhuman self control.” She said, astounded. “Who was next?” She asked, not being able to put an end to her curiosity.
He smiled at her, glad to see that the whole story was interesting to her, and hoping that it might also in some ways help prepare her for what was to come. “Then, was me, although it would be almost eighty-five years before I met Carlisle.” He said, pausing as he let her recall his story. “Then was Edward.” He continued. “He had been dying of Spanish influenza in 1918 in Chicago. He was being treated in the hospital where Carlisle was working at the time. His mother had been sick also. She had begged Carlisle as she died for him to save her son. So, when nobody was looking, he took Edward home, and changed him. Gave him a second chance at life.” He explained.
He sat there for a moment in silence, seeing pure interest and awe written on her face. “Then was Alice.” He continued. “She’s a big mystery. She has no memory of her human life. No idea how she was changed. She was alone for about twenty-eight years until she found me and brought me along with her to live with Carlisle in 1948.” He explained. He had of course briefly explained this part already, so he moved on to the next.
“Then was Esme.” He continued. “She had met Carlisle briefly when she was sixteen when she had fallen out of a tree and broken her leg. He moved soon after, but he found her again about ten years later. She had been married to a man who abused her and had a child with him. The baby ended up dying only a few days later, it was a lot more common back then. She had been distraught as you can imagine and tried jumping off of a cliff. They thought she was dead when they brought her into the morgue, but Carlisle could hear that her heart was still beating. They got married a few years after she changed.” He finished.
Camila sat there for a moment, soaking in the stories that had just been told. It was all so fascinating, she couldn’t help but feel astonished. She had, of course, already known that Carlisle was an astonishing person, but now everything had been upped by ten. He had selflessly given so many people a new life. Given them a second chance. It all made sense. That’s why she had been given the option. Unlike his family, she had been given the time to make the choice for herself. Given the opportunity at that second chance. One that she definitely wouldn’t be taking for granted.
“What about Rosalie?” She asked, suddenly realizing that he had left her story out.
He stayed silent for a moment, contemplating what he should tell her. It felt wrong, telling her story, with how intimate and private it had always seemed. With how hard Rosalie had taken the change compared to everyone else. “She was changed in 1933. Carlisle had found her bleeding out in the street… It’s really not my story to tell. Her ending was particularly brutal.” He said, trailing off as he remembered her pain as she had told him the story. “I’m sure she’ll tell you one day.” He assured her.
She nodded understandingly. “If I do make the decision to change, then I would be a part of your family too?” She asked, somewhat timid of the topic. It scared her in all honesty. What if they ended up hating her? She didn’t want them to end up resenting her for her choice. She didn’t want to feel like a burden on them. To feel like she was an outsider. Like she didn’t belong.
Jasper stayed silent for a moment before he answered, feeling her worry and fear, wanting to make sure he used the correct words. “Yes, you would, but we would understand if you wanted to leave. We wouldn’t want you to feel trapped.” He explained, voice soft.
Camila shook her head at his words, brows creasing as she looked deep into his eyes. “It’s not that.” She assured him. “I mean, they barely know me…” She hesitated. “What if they don’t like me? You all have been a family for so long, I don’t want to get in the middle of that.” She said, the corners of her mouth turning downward as she admitted her fears.
“Camila.” He said softly, cupping his hand gently on the back of her neck, letting his thumb brush her cheek lightly. “They’re all going to love you.” He whispered. It pained him to hear her so unsure of herself. He may have been biased, but he couldn’t imagine a person hating her for the life of him.
“How do you know that though?” She asked, resisting the urge to lean into his touch for comfort as her heart hammered in her chest.
“Well, two things.” He started, beginning to get lost in the emeralds of her eyes. Feeling as if they had been pulling him in, refusing to let him go. “Alice has seen it, and I’m fairly certain that it would be impossible to not love you.” He said, voice barely audible as he finished. For a moment he wasn’t sure if she had heard him, and if he was honest, he wasn’t completely sure if he wanted her too.
Although it wasn’t exactly an admission, it felt like the biggest one of them all. The implication that he was falling for her. Because that’s what it was, love, he knew it. Sure, it felt ridiculous, only having known her for such little time, but didn’t stop his cold un-beating heart from feeling that way for her. There was no logic, no understanding. It just was, and if it wasn’t love yet, he knew that it would develop into love. There was no doubt in his mind.
Thoughts swirled in her head as she processed his words. He hadn’t exactly admitted anything to her, but that didn’t stop her heart from reacting like he had. She stared into his eyes for a moment more, before, without even realizing it, she began to lean into his touch, their faces inching closer and closer by the second. He was leaning in as well, she realized, drawn in towards each other like magnets.
He watched as her eyes fluttered closed, forcing himself to freeze as their noses brushed, his eyes clenching shut with the effort to restrain himself. “Jasper.” She whispered, warm breath fanning his lips as she tried to regulate her breathing.
His eyes remained closed as he rested his forehead to hers, feeling the warmth in her touch. Trying to find the strength to pull away. “I don’t want to hurt you.” He whispered.
“Please don’t make me beg.” She answered, voice soft and thick with emotion.
And that was it. He knew he wouldn’t have it in himself to say no, and as the words left her lips, he gave in. Gave in to the temptation and closed the gap between them as he crashed his lips to hers, trying with every ounce of his body to be gentle as he sunk into her. Her lips burned into his, feeling as if they would leave a mark that would never heal over.
The feeling was like nothing she had ever felt before. Sure she had kissed before, she had even had sex before. But this, kissing Jasper, felt like the most intimate thing she had ever been a part of. Their lips moving softly together, in sync like they had been made for each other. And maybe they had, because it sure as hell felt like that.
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hi queen! i love your writing so much and your whole account is so so pretty. i was wondering if you can do an alex turner x reader (2005) if not AM :) and he teaches her how to play guitar? thank you, i hope you have a great day/night <3
hey queen!! 🎀 thank you so much you’re so sweet!! 🥹 here is your lovely request and i hope you liked this as much as i liked writing it! ✨🦋
★ ﹆ׂׂ ˖ ── ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ GOOD TEACHER.
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ALEX TURNER ٠ FEM! READER
“Alex, stop!” [Y/N] whined, slapping his hands away from his guitar, which was currently in the hands of his girlfriend. She gave him a look of annoyance while her hands were strumming different strings of chords. Alex sat across from her, his calloused hands nearing the guitar every now and then to correct her mistakes by placing her fingers on the right string.
“You’re doing it all wrong, bug. That’s not the right chord.”
“That’s because you’re stressing me out! You won’t even let me do it myself, baby.” she chided, eyebrows creased together as she looked at her boyfriend with a downward pout.
Alex puffed his cheeks, putting his hands up in surrender as he backed away. “Alright. I’ll leave you to it,” he promised her, stifling back a laugh. He placed his hands on his lap, eyes narrowed and focused while looking at his girlfriend changing from one chord to another.
[Y/N] gave him an appreciative smile, sighing contently before moving her focus to her guitar placed into her lap. She bit her lip in concentration, her fingers delicately strumming over the strings and she closed her eyes in an attempt to recall what Alex taught her from moving from D to G. Her eyes were still closed and a smile formed her face when he heard his sound of approvment.
She continued playing in silence with Alex observing her, receiving a few suggestions here and there. As her eyes studied the white sheet of different chords in front of her, she noticed him leaning closer at the corner of her eyes, watching him straining himself for not correcting her. She stifled back a smile, eyes on the paper before moving her gaze toward her boyfriend.
“Yes?” she gently said, looking at him with a soft look.
“You forgot to place your finger on the second string.” Alex pointed, inching closer to place her index finger on the right string. He hummed, a small smile forming his handsome features and he gestured with a nod, signaling her to play the chord, which she obliged.
She played the match and grinned, nodding her head in satisfaction at the sound. She turned her head to Alex, who was already looking at her with a proud expression. [Y/N]’s lips curved upwards into a smile, causing him to mirror her smile. She brought her hand to brush away some of the hair that was covering his face to see him properly. Her hand trailed over his cheek and to his lips, her fingers running across his lips before she captured his lips for a kiss.
Alex met her kiss with a content sigh, his hand reaching up to cover his hand with hers as he deepened the kiss. He swiped his tongue into her mouth, making her break away from the kiss with a small giggle. “You’re a good teacher, maybe a little annoying–” she murmured against his lips but got interrupted by another kiss from Alex to shut her up.
“I’m annoying? I’m only trying to help you, baby. Wait till you’re gonna learn how to use all of these chords all together.” he told her with a look, making her groan as she hid her face into his neck.
“There’s more? Can we at least get a break, I’m tired.” she muffled into his neck, feeling his hands rubbing down her comfortably. She felt his chest vibrate with laughter, his deep chuckle filling inside her ears.
“We’ve been doing this for ten minutes, bug.”
[Y/N] pulled away and gave him a tired look. “Ten exhausting minutes of my life.”
Alex ruffled her hair, which earned a small groan from the latter. “Stop being a baby. If you don’t play you won’t get any kisses for the rest of the day.” he told her, wiggling his eyebrows.
“I hate you, Al.”
“Love you too, baby.”
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RETRIUBUTION (part one) — jackson rippner x reader
Summary: Jackson Rippner is back from his failed mission and no one is happy about it. You finally do something about that cocky attitude of his. Contains spoilers for Red Eye (2005). Read the prologue to this series HERE.
Pairing: Jackson Rippner x F!Reader , previous hookup
Content: smut, dubcon, handcuffs, facesitting, domination, overstimulation
Word count: 1918
Of course, you had fucked Jackson Rippner. And it was something he never let me forget, even if it was almost five years ago. We had both just been brought onto the team. You didn't know that he was the charmer...the smooth talker. If you did, then maybe you wouldn't have fallen right into his trap.
He still brought it up of course, whenever we were alone together or if looked particularly stressed he'd say, "Come on baby, let me help you." and "We had fun once, we could do it again."
You always felt his eyes on you, taking in every inch as you entered a room. He was just subtle enough that the other members of your crew didn't notice. If they did, they just thought it was Jackson being Jackson, flirting with every woman he could find. You promised yourself that he would never manipulate you like that again and you'd never find yourself beneath him. That was a lot easier said than done now that you were spending every day with him. He had every opportunity in the world to let his fingertips brush against your skin and bump up against you as he passed by.
You were pacing around your small room on the cargo ship trying to plan your next job, boots echoing as you walked from one end of the room to the other. Jackson was sitting on the edge of your bed, nibbling on his fingernails while he watched you grow increasingly frustraited. He had thrown out twenty ideas that were all as ridiculous as the Keefe plan that got him caught.
Finally, you had enough, you snapped at him. "Shut up Jackson. Just shut the fuck up." He looked a little impressed with his head cocked to the side, but not enough to stop talking. When he opened his mouth to speak, you crossed the room and slapped him. The sharp sound echoed against the metal walls. It felt so good to do that. You had been waiting so long. Your eyes narrrowed, you were in charge now and there was no going back now.
Jackson moved to stand up but you pushed him back down. He let out a confused huff. Before he could react any more your straddled his lap and pinned his hands about his head. "I said shut up." He furrowed his brows in confusion. You thought he would have learned by now that girls can fight. "Stop talking about rocket launchers, blackmail, and girls. Your big ideas and cock have gotten us into enough trouble."
"Why are you talking about my cock?" his sour voice rang in my ears, "is it because you know it's big."
You laugh and grind your hips into his lap, "Funny. It doesn't feel big." You tease him some more until you can feel him straining against his pants. It doesn't take long. You whisper in his ear, "I wouldn't touch your dick even if you begged me."
You drop his wrists and pull on his long hair. He's been able to shave since we got here but with no barber aboard, he lets his hair grow long. The prettiest little moan escapes Jackson's pouting lips. He closes his eyes and you feel his cock throb. Interesting.
You change direction to grind up and down his length. He keeps his eyes closed but his hands move to yout hips. He's trying to take control. "Stop it," you grab his wrists and pin them to his side. "I'm in charge here. Open your eyes and look at me." he obeys. "Good boy," you coo and begin to grind on him again. His breath is heavy and a few times he tries to close his eyes. You say his name and he opens them right up again. "You can be so good, yet you cause so much trouble. I think you need to be pushed for failure in Miami. Don't you?" You reach back to play with the underside of his cock as you grind on top of him.
"Please stop," he whines and tries to push me off. "You're going to make me cum in my pants."
"Oh?" you laugh, and he looks up at you with a red hot face. This was a look on him. "Could I make you cum right now? Could I ruin your pants?"
"Yes, you could," he admits and his body writes beneath me. He looks so different from the Jackson that I'm used to seeing.
"I have to admit, it's intoxicating watching your ego melt away like this. Do you want me to take your pants off to help make you cum?" He nods his head quickly. So eager.
"Okay, but we're playing this by my rules." You lean over, open your bedside table, and pull out a pair of handcuffs.
Surprisingly, he puts up no fight as you cuff his hands to the metal headboard. The protest comes when you take your shirt and bra off. He tries to reach for your breasts only to be reminded by the sound of metal against that he is cuffed.
He lets out a frustrated sigh, hot air coming out of his nose. You slip out of your pants and underwear, unbutton Jackson’s shirt, and then pull down his pants. Leaving him in his underwear. You tease him through his fabric, rubbing the head of his cock where I see it leaking and forming a wet spot.
"Please, oh god please," he pleads without shame. "Please take out and fuck me."
"Is that what you want?" you mock him. "No."
"What?"
"No. You're going to make me cum first."
You crawl up the bed and straddle his face. You look down at him through your legs. You see his blue eyes looking up at you and you feel powerful. "Time to put that tongue to good use," You smirk and lower yourself onto his face. Jackson moves quickly, he parts your folds with his tongue and searches for your clit. When he finds he flicks and sucks on the sensitive bud. "mmm fuck," you moan. He continues on sucking and flicking until he decides to try something new.
"Ride me" his voice is muffled against your skin. You ease up and he repeats, "Ride my tongue until you cum." He looks so desperate to please and I am more than eager to oblige. You nod and smile. Jackson sticks out his tongue and you lower yourself onto it. You spend the next few minutes humping his face, grinding your clit against his nose, and feeling his tongue explore cunt. After a while, you were worried you'd strangle him but he just kept going and moaning the whole time. You grip his silky brown hair and pick up speed.
“Keep going, Jackson.” You moan. “I’m almost there.” He nods his head and hums against your pussy. His hands grab onto the metal bar he’s cuffed to for extra support.
“mhmmm, Mhmmm” When you cum, you cum hard. Your whole body shakes and your thighs clamp down on either side of his head. As soon as you come down from your high, pull yourself off of him.
You have to admit, Jackson Rippner has never looked more attractive than he does right now. Cuffed to your bed, his hair all tousled, his face, dripping with your cum, and his cock threatening to burst through his boxers. The pre-cum soaked spot has grown twice in size. “So you can be a good boy,” You say as you slink down next to him. He’s quiet, still catching his breath. Your fingers creep down to the elastic band of underwear.
You pull it down and free his cock. It’s long and slender. The head is red and weeping pre-cum. You rub your palm against the head, coating it. Jackson closes his eyes and tries to bury his head in yourneck, but the restraints hold him back.
“Mmm…keep going,” he begs and you comply. You stroke him very slowly. Up…Down...UP…DOWN…UP…DOWN. Your hand runs along his entire length.
“You like that?” You ask and push a few strands of his sweat-slicked hair out of his eyes.
“Yes yes,” he answers quickly. You pick up speed, stroking him faster and focusing on the head. “Wait wait,” he struggles against the cuffs again.
You pull your hand back and glare at him, “What?”
His cocky attitude returns for a moment, “I’m close and I want to cum inside you.”
“No,” You reply without hesitation and stroke him even faster. You focus on the tip and about an inch blows it. His tip reenters yourfist with every pass. Jackson cums in a matter of seconds.
“Oh fuck, baby, fuck,” his face contorts and his hot cum coats your hand. You give him a second to breathe, to enjoy this bliss.
You begin again. You straddle his legs, pinning them down with your body. Yourleft-hand holds his cock steady while your right rubs circles on the sensitive head. You're polishing his tip with his own come.
You give Jackson a taste of his own medicine, smirking down at him as you watch him realize that he just has to take it. For as long as you want to give it he’s going to take it. He was stuck in place bound by your legs and metal cuffs. “Please stop, baby, it’s too much.”
“I’m not your baby.” You callously reply and continue on.
He repeats himself, “Please stop. Please I can’t take it.” His face is growing red and he can barely keep his eyes open. This cocktail of pain and pleasure is too much for him.
“Tell me that you need me and you’re done with your stupid plans.”
“What?” He asks in confused defiance.
“Tell me that you need me and you’re done with your stupid plans. No more rocket launchers or grand ideas.”
“okay okay,” overstimulated tears drip down his face. “I…I need you and I’ll stop with the stupid plan.”
“Good,” you say but you don’t stop. “I just want one more orgasm from you.” Jackson closes his eyes and lets loose a song of ungodly moans and screams until your rip one last orgasm out of him. His spent cock shoots out three bursts of cum and begins to shrink as soon as you let it go.
You get off of him and admire your work. He’s too tired to move or fight against the cuffs. You’ve taken down Jackson Rippner, and reduced him to a pile of tears, sweat, and cum. You look at his scarred body, the body that you helped heal. He might have considered himself a god before, but now he’s mine.
You step into the bathroom and wash the cum off your hands. When you come back, he’s lucid again. You free his hands and set the cuffs down on your bedside table. They click softly as they hit the surface. You climb over him and crawl under the covers. “I’m taking a nap. Join me or get out.” He slides out of bed and you think he’s leaving, so you tell him, “Shut off the lights on your way out.”
Jackson turns off the lights and gets into bed with me. You feel his arm wrap around your waist and pull you close. “Maybe next time I can put it inside you.” you can practically feel his cheeky smirk. I roll your eyes and stay quiet. He chirps up again, “How about a goodnight kiss?”
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Padi 🙈 I’ve been so horny today and can’t stop thinking about papi javi I really just need him to use me and then snuggle me after while feeding me a special bottle. Need to be his little girl more than anything 😩
Oof me too… I’m writing this on my phone so pls excuse the formatting. But I’m very h word today sooo much and definitely would be getting hansy with daddy and sometimes forget to use my words and- ahhhh 😻 now I’m even more h word
Ddlg smut below…like super ddlg
“What do you think you’re doing bebita?” He asks after you wiggle on his lap for the third time.
You don’t respond, just tuck your face into his neck further. You had just woken up from naptime with this pulling sensation between your legs. You knew it was daddy’s work time but you needed him badly!
“Hey…” he stops typing and gently pulls your head out so he can meet your eyes. You were so little after naptime. It made his heart melt. “Answer papi.”
“I need somfing papi… anything…” you pulls his two fingers into your mouth. You clench your thighs together.
“What are you feeling?” He asks even though he has a good idea.
“Need… need…” is all you could muster around his fingers.
“You need daddy’s special bottle huh?” He kisses you gently before gently setting you down on the ground. “Go on bebita. It’s okay.”
You undo his belt and pants with your small hands while he strokes your head.
“Sweet bebita- ah yeah…” he groaned as you started licking his tip. “Suck papi…” he helped lower your head down. “That’s- good girl good… Dios what’s gotten into you, bebita… ugh you got a naughty dream?” He shifts his thighs wider, work completely forgotten.
“Mmhmm” you murmur around him. You take him a bit deeper so you can nuzzle against his thigh, your hands gripping the rest of him.
“So little…” he marvels “all mine…” he lets you suckle him at your own pace. You seemed to be content if he didn’t notice your rocking hips under your tiny skirt. Trying to get some friction…
“Come here bebita…” he coaxes you back up to your feet. You pout a little but do as he says. “Let papi see…” he lifts the hem of your skirt to reveal just how wet you were. You didn’t wear panties during naptime because papi said it was good for your princess parts.
“I see… bebita you’re very h word right now. That means you need papi’s special hug.”
You nod shyly, reaching for his cock. Words weren’t coming to you right now but you knew what you needed.
“Baby you are so little right now…” Javi coos, giving your clit a light stroke. It almost made him hesitate because you weren’t verbalizing what you wanted. But he knew his princesa well enough at this point. He saw the trust and submission in your look and it only made him harder. “Papi is gonna take care of you. No te preocupes…”
He lets you stroke him before ushering you back to his room.
He fucks you missionary, helping you wrap your legs around him. He can’t help but thrust harder once you’ve cum and you start whimpering “papi… papi…” in his ear.
“My- little- girl- preciosa- yes” He biting back cuss words when he finally gushes inside you.
“Such a good girl…” Javi pants. “Mmm…” he slips out and turns you gently so you’re resting on his chest. “Hey bebita…” he is confused when you pull away but it’s only to crawl down his body to his softening cock.
“Mmm…” you suckle on the tip.
“Feel- feel better, bebita?” Javi sighed.
“Mhm papi.” You hum, finally sated and maybe a little smug. The cat who got the cream.
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*blurts out immediate thoughts* CHRISTMAS COOKIES WITH FRANKIE
pairing: frankie morales x gn!reader
rating: M (18+ only, no explicit smut but super horny so minors DNI)
word count: <500
a/n: YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND BABES!! 🥹🫶🏼
“Stop!” Your command was spoken through laughter, swatting Frankie’s stomach as he lifted the icing bag to his tongue, squeezing a dollop of the green icing into his mouth with a mischievous grin. “You’re worse than a kid.”
“Tastes good,” he justified, bringing the icing over to your mouth so that you could have a taste. You stole the bag back from him and gave him a playful glare, warning him to behave. “You know you’re the decorator and I’m the taste-tester.”
“Well, this year I was hoping I’d get to see a bit of your artistic genius,” you bumped your hip into his as you returned to decorating the cookies lined up on the counter. Frankie moved behind you and hugged your waist, propping his chin up on your shoulder.
“I assure you, bebè, you’re the only genius in this household.” His lips found the exposed skin of your neck, his beard tickling you as he placed a few sultry kisses to your pulse. Your hands shook as you tried to outline the snowman in front of you in white, the line going wonky due to his sensual touches.
“You’re distracting me.”
Frankie chuckled and nodded, his hands lowering to your hips to pull you back against him. His voice was a raspy whisper as he spoke directly into your ear, “Let’s take a break…come back to the cookies later.”
“A break, huh?” You chuckled, trying to focus on the cookie in front of you rather than the bulge growing in his pants. “What will this break entail, hm?”
“Less clothes,” he responded, earning a click of your tongue. “Or we can keep our clothes on. I’ve fucked you fully dressed before, I can do it again.”
“Francisco Morales!” you laughed as you scolded him, Frankie chuckling into your ear as he nipped at your earlobe. “These cookies need to be finished by tonight. I don’t wanna show up at your parent’s house empty handed.”
“We’ll finish ‘em, baby. I promise I can work quick.” You tilted your head back to rest against his shoulder, his kisses moving to your cheek. “C’mon, you know you want to.”
“You’re relentless,” you giggled as you put the icing bag down and spun around in his arms, Frankie sandwiching you between his body and the counter. “Twenty minutes.”
“Oh, that’s plenty of time, bebita,” he winked, tapping your hip. “Race you to the bedroom?”
“First one there cums first,” you announced right before bolting off down the hall, Frankie close behind you the entire way but purposely allowing you to win, his grin wide as you crossed the threshold to the room. “You let me win on purpose.”
“Damn right I did, now go ahead and strip for me. It’s time for me to pay up.”
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From the bottom to the top
A little girl from Argentina’s documentary about how she rose to the top.
Martina X Fcb Femeni
5th June 1998, Cordoba, Argentina
“She looks just like her father”
“Martina, that’s her name.”
2000, 2 years old
“Martina, i’m sorry. I love you, i promise”
“When i was two years old i was placed into foster care. My father died while on active duty, in the army, and my mother just left me. She’s tried to contact me, many times actually, since that day, but i’ve told her to stop calling, so i’ve not heard from her in years. I was a baby and she left me.”
2003, 5 years old
“When i turned five i found my first home. The people who adopted me seemed lovely, at first. They had a big house and two other daughters, a couple years older than me. Their two daughters didn’t like me, and i was always left out. My foster parents, at the time, treated me as an incomer, not like their daughter. I didn’t get the things the other two got. For example, when we went out to eat they could get whatever they wanted, however i had a limited number of options. At one point my behaviour got worse so they put my back. I only lasted around eight months with them.”
2005, 7 years old
“I didn’t find another home until two years later. I was getting schooled at the foster centre and i was doing good. This time i was adopted by a single mother who, at first, treated me amazingly. I felt at home, we did everything together. However, the day she fell pregnant was the day that everything changed. As soon as she found out she packed my things, threw them in the car along with me. I knew what was happening since it wasn’t the first time. She didn’t say a word to me, she just took me back to hell”
2009, 11 years old
“I hated life. No one wanted me, and i had no one to talk to. I started playing football, in the centre. The workers started to get annoyed, but whenever they took the ball from me my behaviour just got so much worse so they allowed me to join an armature team. I loved it. I made friends, a few anyway, and i was named captain after my first year there”
2010, 12 years old
“As soon as i turned 12 a few teams from around the country started sniffing around me, even a few from other countries in south America, like Brazil, but i opted to stay where i was as my team was only getting stronger. Every other day i had training. I trained and then returned. The days where i didn’t train my behaviour was really bad, and all of the workers noticed this. A few parents came to meet me, but none of them wanted me which only made my behaviour worsen.”
2012, 14 years old
“The day i turned fourteen is the day everything changed. I was at training when the coach pulled me aside, he told me there was a team from Europe who were looking to sign me. He didn’t tell me who. He bought me a one way flight ticket to London. I told the foster workers that i was leaving, and they stopped me from doing so. I wasn’t of legal age so they didn’t let me. After this they failed to control my behaviour. I hated them and i blamed them for ruining my dream.”
2013, 15 years old
“I turned 15 and my coach, yet again, came to me after training. He told me the team in Europe were still interested and still wanted me. He told me the club was in England, and he, yet again, bought me a one way ticket to London. This time the foster workers couldn’t stop me. They tried, but ultimately failed. They had a couple coming in to meet me, but i didn’t want to meet them, i wanted to leave and never come back, so that’s exactly what i done. I left Argentina as a fifteen-year-old-girl with no family and flew to London, a foreign county all by myself in search of my dream”
2014, 16 years old
“My first year at Arsenal was awful, i hated it. I hated London and i hated the club. I couldn’t speak English, but they made no effort in getting me lessons nor getting me a translator. I was treated like a foreigner, and not an Arsenal player. Despite my goal scoring record, i rarely started. And my host family wanted nothing to do with me. I wanted to end my life. Nothing was worth living for anymore. I was so close. So close”
2016, 18 years old
“After one final year at Arsenal, in 2015, i terminated my contract with the club. Nothing had changed. I took a break for a little while until, after my eighteenth birthday, i received a call from the Barcelona academy manager, who wanted me to trial with the club. I accepted in a heartbeat. As a Barcelona fan, i couldn’t not accept”
“Within a week i was a Barcelona player. I was originally signed to the Academy but after a month and a half, i was handed my first professional contract and began to train with the first team and appear on the bench for their fixtures”
“After a couple of months i made my debut, off the bench, in the Champions League against Arsenal. The score, when i came on, was 1-1, and the game had approximately seven minutes to go. When i came on all i wanted to do was play my own game. I stole the ball from one of the Arsenal players and charged down the heart of the pitch, breaking through Arsenals midfield and defence, and then i easily slotted the ball into the back of the net. In celebration i kissed the Barcelona badge and done the ‘shhh’ celebration towards my ex club.”
“I didn’t realise it at the time, but this day changed my life for the better, and it saved me in a way.”
2017, 19 years old
“After a year of being around the first team, i managed to score seventeen goals, which is insane. I also made so many friends. My best friends are Alexia, Mapi, Patri and Pina. I remember the day Alexia came up to me, i was so shy and only gave her short one word answers, but as time went on i grew more comfortable and i, one day, told her about my past and since that day she has took it upon herself to protect me from everything and everyone.”
2018, 20 years old
“At the age of twenty i had a few offers from other clubs, like Manchester City and Lyon, but i turned them both down because i had a feeling that this club was going to become the best club in the world. Later in the year we got pretty deep into the Champions League, but it was Wolfsburg who knocked us out in the semifinal stage. That game opened our eyes, it showed us the level we had to be at and if anything it motivated us even more.”
2019, 21 years old
“In 2019 we made it to our first final, against Lyon, and we lost. After the game i was in tears but i remember Alexia coming over to me and picking me up. I remember her words clearly..
“We’ve came so far. A few years ago this wasn’t possible, and now look at us. This will take time, but we can do it. We’ve got work to do. This final shows us where we need to be and this will only motivate us to try again next year. Remember, a winner is only a loser who tried more than once.”
“She motivated me. She gave me all the motivation i needed, and i was ready to come back and win this competition. I was ready. We were ready.”
2021, 23 years old
“Last year we didn’t play much, due to Covid, but this year we’re back. This year was one of the best of my life, so far. We bet PSG, City too, and we made it to the final. However this time, not against Lyon, but against Chelsea, a team we weren’t used to meeting. A few days before the game, in training, Alexia pulled up with a hamstring injury. Everyone’s worst nightmare seemed, at that moment, to be coming true. Heads dropped, but on the day of the final, Alexia wrapped her leg up and was named in the starting eleven, despite not training with us the day before. Having Alexia with us gave us all the strength we needed, and when we beat the English side 4-0, in the Champions League final, i ran to the captain and fell into her arms, both of us holding on for deal life before we were joined by a few more of our teammates”
“Lifting the trophy brought tears to my eyes, i couldn’t believe it. All of the hard work paid off. I knew we would become the best team in the world, i knew it. I love this club with my whole heart. This season was historic, we won the treble”
“At the end of this season my contract was ending. I had a lot of good offers, from some of Europes top clubs, but i didn’t even listen to them, i told my agent to turn everyone down and wait for a Barcelona extension. I signed a three year extension with Barcelona, with no doubts in my mind, this is the place i want to be.”
2022, 24 years old
“Twenty-Twenty-Two, the best year of my life, for the most part. We broke records, playing in Camp Nou, against Madrid and Wolfsburg, we went unbeaten in the league, not dropping a single point. We won both cups, but we fell short, yet again, against Lyon in the champions league final. This game broke me. Alexia, after the final whistle, fell to the ground in tears, much like i did. People tried to console me, but no one managed to, until Pina came over. The younger girl grabbed my hands and sat me up, she then sat beside me and pulled me into her arms. She didn’t speak, nor did i. But she didn’t need to, her warmth was all i needed, in that moment, to know that everything will be okay.”
“I’ve been at Barcelona for six years now, since i was eighteen-years-old, and i’ve enjoyed every moment, and will continue to do so. I don’t want to play for anyone else, i was to stay where i am, playing for the best team in the world, for the rest of my career.”
“I was once a broken girl with an impossible dream.”
“This is a reminder, nothing is impossible. Never give up, and keep fighting for your dreams, because if you want it enough, you can achieve it.”
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Slasher Brainrot and Faux Sympathy
Wowie hi, this popped up and is evicting any other thought in my brain, so ya, have this
Below will be some Faux Sympathy lines from Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair and Lester Sinclair from House of Wax 2005, Stu Macher and Billy Loomis as Ghost Face and Rob Zombie’s Michael Myers
All of this is paired with GN!Reader (no pronouns afab body descriptions)
CW: NSFW themes, Gore/Violence Typical with the genre, AFAB body mentions, mild verbal abuse, some less then consensual situations depending on how you look at it
Enjoy
Bo Sinclair
His hands pressed your frame tighter to the chair as he gazed down at you, that damned crooked smile of his playing his features. He watched you sputter, beneath him, blue eyes flicking over your curves.
“Relax now Darlin’, don’t want to have to use the restraints when my hands are nicer.” He chuckled lowly, leaning just closer to your face. He purred in unison with the miserable whine that escaped your lips, fingers tracing up your bare sides. When you tried to pull away again his face soured, patience wearing thin.
“Now sweetheart your fixin’ to make me do something I don’t want to do.” He warned, the gentleness ebbing out of his voice, leaving a sharp edge behind. His brows just started knitting together, his tongue pressing to his cheek as he waited for you to still. You almost had when a pleading sob wracked your frame, his hands tightening, squeezing the bones of your wrists.
His brows shot to his hairline at the miserable yowl you let out as he squeezed tighter.
“Awh Baby.. am I hurting you? Is that too tight?” He asked you, tone thick and heavy with saccharine sweetness. His hands had just started to relax as you started to nod. He blinked, looking down at your shuttering, nude frame, his hickeys and bite marks covering your skin. He looked at the way your thighs pressed together to try and cover your core. As his eyes flicked back up to you he smiled again, something almost kind at first before the corners of his mouth tore into a sneer.
“Shouldn’t be such a fuckin’ brat then.” He scoffed, grabbing both of your bruising wrists in one hand and slamming them above your head. Any hint of sympathy or tenderness had left his voice as he used his other hand to wrench your thighs apart.
Vincent Sinclair
Your whimpers and groans filled the workspace, some almost pornographic while others were pained. You weren’t going to become a sculpture that much was obvious but panic made your heart flicker in your chest like wing beats.
A single blue eye flicked up at you from behind the wax mask, studying your face as wax dripped from the cup onto your breast, missing your nipple just slightly. Vincent tilted his head at the sound that escaped your lips, his shoulders bouncing as a breathy laugh escaped him.
He turned the cup again, wax splashing your sensitive nipples as you let out a sharp cry, your frame shaking on the work bench. Sweat mixed with the oil coating your body as you gave the artist a pleading look. Vincent paid you no mind, cascading a few drops down your stomach, letting it pool in your naval before going back over your thighs.
Each whine and cry was like a symphony and Vincent was swaying to the music. He let wax drip over your sickening core with a hint of a hum. Your sound was something between lewd and pained, your breath picking up. He paused to check on you, wiping his fingers over the tears on your cheeks. His next head tilt was questioning as he soothingly wiped your tears away, setting the cup of wax down on the warmer.
“It hurts…” you whimpered, “please it hurts..” a slight sob left your lips, you knew the wax would be peeled away again, your burns treated with something cold. You simply wanted that to happen already.
Vincent gently rubbed his fingers across your jaw, signing to ask if you wanted to stop, his lone blue eye peering down at you in something like concern. Your miserable whine mixed with the rapid nodding of your head earned a different look however.
Vincent clicked his tongue in triplicate, shaking his head as he grabbed the cup again, spilling more wax across your frame.
Lester Sinclair
The truck rumbled noisily down dirt roads, taking turns that felt too sharp as the old truck accelerated. You whimpered from your spot, pressed to Lester’s thigh and laid out across the bench, your blindfold lifted only enough for you to see his hand resting on the gear shift.
Lester was taking you god knows where at god knows what neck breaking speed at god knows what hour. You’d simply woken up laid across the seats with your face pressed to his thigh, hands bound and eyes covered in what felt to to be silk. Your next little squeal came as the truck rounded another corner, pushing you fully into Lester’s groin.
“Is that my baby I hear whining?” He asked teasingly, taking his hand off the gear shift to stroke your hair. You couldn’t help but relax slightly before He withdrew his hand, shifting gears as he seemed to speed up, rounding another corner and going over what felt like a cattle guard.
“Lester! Slow down! Where are we!?” You asked with a whine, trying to lift your bound hands to move your blind fold before you were stopped.
“Awhhhh..” Lester started softly, condescension lingering on his words like the smoke from his Marlboro red. “Am I scaring you my baby?” He asked lowly.
You let out a whiny ‘Mhmmm’ as you tried to shift again. Lester chuckled, the tone somewhat cruel as he took another sharp corner. “Good. That’s how I want you.”
Stu Macher and Billy Loomis
You let out a lewd whine as Stu pulled you to his chest, his arms locking under and around your shoulders so you couldn’t move, his nose pressing to your hair.
“Shhhh You’re good babe.. getting a little riled up huh?” He asked teasingly, letting out a twisted giggle as Billy tore your shirt up over your chest, smirking at your eager horny grin.
“Looks like Y/N here is getting a little too riled up, huh, Stu? You gonna let them keep being a little slut like that?” He asked menacingly, brandishing his knife towards your bare stomach and gently trailing it down to the hem of your pants, light handed enough not to cut your flesh, smirking when you whimpered.
Stu let out another twisted giggle and rocked you side to side, his laugh only picking up at your miserable horny mewl. God you wanted your pants off, you wanted them to fucking touch you already.
“Awhhhh Are we teasing you too much babe?” Stu asked mockingly, reaching out to trail his fingers over your trembling bottom lip. You let out a miserable whine, nodding as you squirmed against hip, lips parting so you could nipple his finger. Billy grinned salaciously at your pathetic display, bringing the voice Modulator up to his mouth to speak into it.
“Good. We want you fucking soaked.”
Michael Myers
A blood curdling scream echoed through the Myers house as you fought against the wall of a man. He only shook his head as he propped you up, taking a few steps back to stare.
Blonde hair covered most of his face, an orange paper machet mask covering a lot of the rest. He tilted his head to stare at you, blue eyes shining slightly in the low light, watching your nude form as he whined. His arousal was painfully obvious in the jump suit he wore, you couldn’t help but watch the way it twitched through the fabric at the sound of your whining.
“Micheal..” you whimpered, giving him a look that would mimic any puppy dog.
“Micheal you hurt me.” He knelt down, grabbing your arm to look over your bruising wrist. His eyes flicked back up at you as if to ask if that’s what you were whining over. You nodded a little, “Yeah.. right there.” You said, your wrist already red, your shoulder sore from the dragging. He almost seemed apologetic at hurting you and you started to relax.
He grunted, gripping your wrist again and tugging you forward to look down into your eye, letting out something between a grunt and a chuckle when you let out another sharp cry. He pinned you against the wall roughly, staring down at you as you were pressed beneath his warmth.
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Dec 14 - Tell us about an OC you like, either your own or someone else's. Include a drawing, moodboard, or playlist if you'd like to!
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This is based off this Rosamund Pike video and features my OC Sarah. This is an AU where the canon book events don't happen and I'm modifying how pregnancy with a vampire-human hybrid works.
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Summer 2005
Sarah was convinced that God was making fun of her. That really was the only explanation for the way her life had turned out. Her little sister Sami had gotten leukemia as a kid and she had been a perfect match for a bone marrow transplant, which had led her down a path to studying the pathology of blood disorders as an adult. Then she became infatuated with a man who turned out to be a vampire – which should have scared her more than it did in the beginning, really what the hell was wrong with her – and now she was carrying his half-vampire baby. And if that wasn’t enough, a big side effect of vampire pregnancy was violent dreams about drinking blood, courtesy of intense blood cravings.
Yes. God was definitely making fun of her.
But at least for now, the blood cravings were in check. What she craved now was something decidedly more normal – pineapple. Fresh pineapple from the whole fruit, not the canned variety. Esme had gone to the grocery store to get some for her and she was currently distracting herself from the craving by playing Pokémon on Emmett’s old Game Boy Color. She’d gone from being very busy with her fellowship to having a lot of time on her hands. She’d tried various hobbies and the Cullens weren’t lacking in options, but Pokémon and other video games ended up being the one that absorbed her the most and kept the anxiety at bay.
There was no shortage of things to be anxious about – the fact that she couldn’t go out in public on the off chance someone recognized her as a missing person, whether Mark would eventually find her, what her family was doing, whether she’d even live through the delivery…
Everything was proceeding as normally as possible for twenty-four weeks and Carlisle was hopeful about the plan when the time came, but Sarah could not stop the intrusive thought.
Before she could ruminate further on it, Esme returned carrying grocery bags. Sarah hastily saved her game and turned it off. Her eyes zeroed in on the bag that had the distinctive pineapple leaves sticking out. “You are a lifesaver, Esme.”
In the kitchen, Esme got out a knife and cutting board, but Sarah shook her head. “My brother Shawn had a way to open a pineapple without using a knife and I want to try it.”
Esme raised her eyebrows. “Oh, well, this I have to see.”
Sarah sat on a stool at the island and held up the pineapple. “He could get out the base here and then he’d pull off the segments.” She pressed her thumb to start digging out the base and found there was barely any give and it made her thumbnail hurt.
Esme watched her struggle for a moment. “Do you need help?”
“No, no, I got this,” Sarah said. “I think.” Finally, she felt some give and she saw yellow. “Okay, now we’re getting somewhere.”
“Where did Shawn learn this trick?” Esme asked.
“College.”
“That explains a lot.”
Sarah continued working on loosening the base and remembered what Shawn called it. “I’m trying very hard not to call this a butt plug.” At Esme’s incredulous face, she added, “That’s what Shawn called it. It made my mom smack him on the back of his head. But in his defense, it’s at the base of the fruit and it’s basically like a plug.”
“I have a feeling that Shawn and Emmett would get along well,” Esme said.
“Honestly, yeah, they would.” She almost had the whole thing separated and juice was dripping down her wrist. That was not helping with not making more dirty jokes. “Although if Shawn were here, he’d probably just be one more person to irritate Edward.”
“Why is that?”
“Besides his mind living in the gutter, he also has a know-it-all tendency that would clash with Edward’s.”
“Ah.”
With a last crack, the pineapple base came loose. “Yes!” Sarah tossed it on the counter. “Now to break off these segments into chunks.” It was considerably easier to break them off than digging out the base. She held one up in triumph. “Look at that!”
Esme just laughed.
Sarah ate the chunk and it was like she’d never had a better pineapple. She broke off another, a deep sense of satisfaction kicking in. “Is this what it feels like to hunt down your food?”
“Something like that, yes.”
“I went to a lot of effort for this, so I better not be puking pineapple later. Do you hear me, peanut?” Sarah said, poking her baby bump. She got a light kick in response which she took as agreement. “Good girl.” Another side effect was a nasty case of hyperemesis gravidarum and she had joked to Carlisle that it made her feel like the patron saint of emesis. At least that had calmed down since she began to drink blood, but it still flared up. But as Sarah kept eating her fill, there was no sign of impending nausea.
“That sounded like a mom voice,” Esme said.
Sarah sighed. “Gotta practice it, right?”
The front door opened then and Carlisle’s voice called out a greeting.
“We’re in here!” Esme called. Carlisle appeared a second later, still dressed in his lab coat. Sarah waved at him with the pineapple as Esme asked him how work was.
“About the usual.” He eyed pineapple. “It looks like you two have been busy.”
“Yep. Here.” Esme handed Carlisle the pineapple base and Sarah could barely hold back a laugh.
Carlisle shot Sarah a wary look. “Er…thanks?”
“It’s a pineapple butt plug,” Esme said and she and Sarah dissolved further into a laughing fit.
Carlisle blinked. “Clearly I missed a lot.”
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Collarbones : Jasper Whitlock Hale I
Chapter One
"I can see your collarbones and baby I'm scared, Never thought I'd be so unprepared"
Summary: Camila Johnson was only 16 when she was diagnosed with leukemia. By the time she had turned 17, the doctors had tried everything to save her. Her family is close to giving up hope when they hear of a doctor who may be able to help her. The only problem is, he lives on the opposite side of the country. The small family soon decides to move to the small town in Washington, in efforts to prolong her life. In doing so, her life changes forever.
Warnings: Eventual smut (18+ only), mentions of death, depression, descriptions of disease and weight loss, general angst, slow burn
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January 23rd, 2005
The cab of the minivan jostled as it drove over the speed bump, entering the small parking lot of Forks High School. Camila, of course, didn’t have her own car, and even if she did, she doubted that her mother would allow her drive herself to school. Simple things like this, that she had not so long ago enjoyed so much, were no longer possible for her frail body. So there she sat, being driven to school by her mother. As if being a new student in the middle of the year didn’t already attract enough attention as it was. Either way, she knew it wasn’t worth the argument to try and convince her mother to let her ride the bus to school.
The car slowed to a stop as it arrived at the front of the building. Camila turned to her mother, giving her a peck on the cheek as a goodbye. “Be careful today, Sweetie. Remember, we’re just a call away if you need us. Okay?” She said, eyebrows furrowed in worry.
Camila gave her mother a reassuring smile. “Promise.” She said, slipping out of the van and shutting the door swiftly, before her mother changed her mind and made her stay home. She pulled the hood of her jacked over her head, trying to avoid the rain that was beginning to sprinkle down from the sky as she wrapped it tightly around her torso. She stared at her worn out doc martins as they thudded softly on the tiled floors of the small high school, trying to avoid the constant eye contact from students around her. Going from such a large high school in such a large city to this was going to be a big adjustment, but she was happy to at least have the opportunity to socialize.
Her eyes searched the halls as she attempted to find the front office, needing to pick up her schedule. Finally she found her destination. As her sore muscles struggled to open the heavy door, a large pale hand came into view, as the weight of the door dissipated. She looked up to find a broad face with an angular jawline. His eyes shone bright amber, his whole face unnaturally perfect as he towered over her. “Thanks.” She muttered softly, walking over the woman at the front desk.
She looked up from her paperwork, giving a polite smile. “Camila Johnson?” She asked expectantly. Camila nodded, figuring that they must not get new students very often if she already knew her name just by looking at her face. It made her a bit nervous as well, knowing that she would definitely stick out like a sore thumb. The woman sorted through the papers on her desk, trying to find the right ones, as Camila picked at the edge of her worn out baggy t-shirt. Finally, she handed her a crisp paper, covered in what classes she would have, what times she would have them, and where they would be.
She thanked the woman, turning to leave. She glanced back as she pushed against the door with her back, trying to use her body weight to her advantage. The boy who had opened the door for her, was now talking to the woman, a bright pink blush covering her cheeks. “Emmett! Here to pick up more late work for Edward?.” She asked, giggling slightly as she flushed even brighter. Camila scoffed internally, slightly disgusted by the display.
The door to the office closed with a soft thud behind her as she began walking down the hallway once more. She glanced at the classroom numbers on the walls, attempting to make sense of the system used so she could find her first period. Finally, she found the correct room, sauntering through the open doorway, earning the stares of the students that were already seated waiting for the bell to ring.
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The first half of the day had flown by, anybody and everybody trying to have a conversation with her. A guy, Eric, who she had met in her English class earlier that day, was walking her to the cafeteria, promising to save her a seat with his friends. He was nice enough, although maybe a bit too flirtatious. He definitely wasn’t her type, usually leaning towards quieter guys as her preference, but he was nice enough. Although, dating was definitely not what she needed, and she had no intention of trying to find a boyfriend.
She had dated before, had even had a boyfriend when she had been diagnosed, but like most people, once the shock of the news had worn off, he had left her. Nobody really wanted to be with someone who didn’t even have the strength to do normal everyday tasks. As soon as she told him that she couldn’t have sex like they had before, he was gone.
It was shitty, sure, but she couldn’t exactly blame him. He was a teenage boy and they all wanted the same thing in the end right? Whatever he wanted, sex, marriage, a family, a future in general, she knew she couldn’t give him. So what was the use in being angry? All it would do was tire her out by the end.
Eric rushed forward, pushing the cafeteria door open for Camila to walk through, giving her his best polite grin. She muttered a thanks as she stepped into the crowded large room. He led her to the line for food, yammering on and on about the school paper and some article that they would be running soon. She tried to pay attention to the words leaving his mouth, but he was talking so quick and she was beginning to get a headache.
She tried her best to look like she was interested as they made their way through the line and paid for their food. Finally, they made it to the table and she could sit. She was beginning to feel lightheaded and didn’t know how much more she could take, so she was grateful for the hard plastic seat that she was now perched on.
Eric went around the table, introducing the new faces. Angela, she had seen in her history class, she noted, and Jessica, in her biology. Bella, another new girl, seemed distracted, staring at the opposite end of the cafeteria. Trying to follow her view, Camila’s eyes landed on a group of teens, one boy, two girls, all three shockingly attractive.
“Who are they?” She asked curiously.
Angela turned her head to their direction. “The Cullens.” She said simply.
Jessica leaned forward, wanting in the gossip, clearly. “Doctor and Mrs. Cullen’s foster kids. They all moved down here from Alaska two years ago.” She said. Camila instantly recognized the name.
This was the Doctor that she would be seeing later that week. The very reason that she was there sitting in that cafeteria on the opposite side of the country then she had been a week previously. Doctor Carlisle Cullen. She wasn’t aware that the man had children, much less children that she would be attending school with, and she hoped that this fact wouldn’t make it that much more difficult to keep her sickness a secret.
“They kinda keep to themselves.” Angela explained.
“They’re all adopted. The blonde girl, Rosalie, and the big dark-haired guy, Emmett, they’re a thing. I’m not even sure that’s legal.” She said dramatically.
“Jess, they’re not actually related.” Angela interjected, earning a scoff from Jessica and a snicker from Camila. The blonde in question was absolutely stunning, prettier than anyone Camila had ever seen before, and Emmett, the boy from the office earlier that morning, was definitely big. He towered over everyone else sitting with him, looking ridiculously out of place at the small round table.
Jessica continued. “But they live together.” She argued. “The little dark haired girl, Alice, she’s really weird.” Camila frowned hearing her description. The girl, Alice, was stunningly beautiful as well, although not as stunning as Rosalie.
Camila never cared for the judgment of others, especially when Jessica herself clearly didn’t actually know the group of teens well enough to make those assumptions in the first place.
“Edward must be sick or taking some trip right now. He’s been absent for a week or so. He’s totally gorgeous, like the rest of them obviously. But apparently, no one here is good enough for him. Like I care.” She scoffed, making it blatantly obvious that she did in fact care, a lot. Bella shrunk in her seat at the mention of the teen. Maybe she had a thing for him or something. Camila couldn’t exactly blame her if he looked anything like his adopted siblings.
Suddenly, another figure joined the table, a mop of curly honey blonde hair covering his face as he sat his tray full of food down. “Who’s that?” Camila asked, drawn by curiosity.
Jessica scoffed again. That was starting to get really annoying. “Jasper Hale. Rosalie is his sister. Like real sister. He like always looks like he’s in pain. He’s single as far as publicly, put a total weirdo too. Anyway, don’t waste your time.” She said, rolling her eyes.
As if he had heard his name being called, Jasper’s eyes shot over to their direction, amber eyes looking directly into Camila’s emerald eyes. Her heart had nearly stopped all together. She felt like a little kid that got caught with her hand in the cookie jar and she quickly averted her gaze to the food in front of her. From what she had briefly seen, he was absolutely breathtaking, like the rest of them. However, there was something different about him. Something that she recognized as sadness and pain in his eyes, and it intrigued her. She cleared her throat awkwardly as she attempted to wipe the image of his eyes from her head. “I wasn’t planning on it.” She said, poking her mashed potatoes with her plastic fork.
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The rest of the day had flown by just as quickly as the first half, and before she realized, she was walking into her last class of the day, calculous. She had always been fairly decent when it came to math, that being the reason why she was in an advanced class. So she hoped, despite her fatigue, that the class would go by simply.
A balding man, standing next to the classes chalkboard looked toward her, smiling welcomely. “Welcome Ms. Johnson. Follow along as best you can until you get caught up.” He paused looking around to find a clear seat for her. “Ahh, Mr. Hale.” He called.
Jasper looked up from his place at his table in the back of the class. Camila’s breath hitched in her throat. Really? Of all people, him? She didn’t have anything against him, sure, but she also clearly would have issues acting normal around him.
She really needed to pull herself together. He was just an unnaturally handsome guy, who she may or may not have been extremely attracted to. “Jasper will help you with notes, I’m sure. He’s the top of the class, so feel free to go to him for any help you need.” He offered up. She rose an eyebrow, wondering if Jasper felt as willing to help as the teacher was making it seem.
She sauntered over to the empty seat next to the pale teen, dropping her bag at her feet as she scooted the chair towards the desk. The teacher, Mr. Grey, gave instructions on which pages of the textbook to work on before releasing the class to work with their partners.
Jasper paused, sucking in a steady breath, trying to test the waters of her scent. He steeled himself, trying to keep the confusion from showing on his face. There was something different about her blood, and this took the edge off of his normal thirst. He couldn’t quite figure it out, but was thankful for the fact that his throat would burn much less than usual while next to her.
He looked over to her finally, smiling awkwardly as his golden waves hung in front of his face. He had seen her earlier in the cafeteria during lunch, but now he had a better view. Her hair was pulled away from her face now, and he could fully assess her beauty. It wasn’t often that he was pleasantly surprised by someones appearance, much less a human’s, but she was absolutely breathtaking. Along with the beauty however, was something else. She looked… tired. She had light purple bags under her eyes that made it look like she hadn’t slept in days.
“Hi, I’m Jasper.” He greeted, finally speaking up, a slight southern twang to his voice.
She looked up to his face, smiling back politely. “I’m Camila.” She said gently.
He laughed lightly. “Oh I know.” He said, gaining a raised eyebrow in return. “Not very often we get new students here, let alone two in the same month. Word travels fast.” He joked.
Camila snickered in response. “I guess that’s fair.” She said, looking down at her work as she calculated the first equation. “You don’t need to help me if you don’t want to. We were further along at my last school.” She said, leaving out the fact that her ‘last school’ was really just her mother teaching her in their living room back at their old home in Orlando.
He hummed lightly, nodding as he began to work on his own worksheet. “So what brought you to Forks?” He asked curiously, trying his best to create casual conversation. It had been so long since he had even attempted having a conversation with a human that wasn’t prompted by something that he needed in return, but there was something about her that drew him in. That made him want to know her. To understand her.
Quickly trying to come up with a reason, she spoke. “I guess my parents just wanted a change of scenery.” She stated simply. It was a stupid reason, not very concrete at all, but it was all that she could come up with at that time.
“Well, you can’t get much different from Florida than here, huh?” He joked, laughing softly. His laugh sounded like bells ringing in her ears, a surprisingly beautiful sound. She shook her head, trying to clear the thoughts from her mind.
“Guess not.” She smiled back, letting silence overtake them as they continued scrolling down answers on their loose leaf paper. As she worked through textbook, going from number to number on the page, fatigue began to attack her body, the ache of her bones and muscles from the day beginning to catch up to her. It had been such a long time since she had been forced to be alert for such an extended period of time, that being one of the reasons that it had taken so much convincing for her parents to allow her to attend the public school. Her eyebrows pinched together in pain, trying to concentrate on the task at hand. It was her last class of the day, and soon she would be free. It would be over soon, and she would go home. Easy enough, right?
Jasper looked towards her, feeling the shift in her mood. He was confused, not quite sure of the feelings that she was projecting. Earlier he had been able to decipher her emotions. Nervousness, apprehension, humored, but now he couldn’t completely tell. He was about to ask her if she was feeling okay when the bell rang, signaling the end of the day and dismissing the students. Camila let out a small sigh of relief, grabbing her bag from the ground and stuffing her work inside before pulling herself up from the chair with some difficulty, wincing slightly. The movement wasn’t lost on Jasper, but only confused him more.
“See you tomorrow.” She said softly, giving a small wave before walking out of the classroom. Jasper was frozen in place as students moved around him. He was still trying to place the strong emotions that had been radiating from her. Sadness? Maybe. Pain? Yes. Determination? Definitely. Some mixture of the three that only made confused and left him wondering.
Camila let out a sigh of relief as she saw her mother’s car finally enter the parking lot. She hadn’t been waiting long, but she was so ready to go home and rest that she was becoming wildly impatient. Pulling the door open, she plopped herself down onto the worn seat and closed it behind herself. “How was your first day, sweetie?” Her mother asked cheerily.
Giving the best smile she could muster with how fatigued her mind had become, she gave a small thumbs up. “Just ready to nap.” She said.
Her mother gave sympathetic smile. “I’m sure you’re just exhausted. Lay back. I’ll wake you when we get home.” She reassured.
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January 24th, 2005
Camila’s second day of school was somehow even rainier than the first, and by the time she had made it to the front door of the school, her jacket had become completely soaked. She reluctantly pulled the wet fabric from her body, knowing that it would no longer help keep her warm. Spinning the dial of her locker, she entered the combination and swung the door open. Tossing the wet fabric into the locker, she grabbed her textbooks and closed it back up.
She looked down to her bare arms, seeing the slight bruises left along the skin. Another side effect of her sickness. She hoped no one would pay to close attention to the discoloration, not wanting to have to make excuses for the marks. Making a mental note to bring an extra jacket to keep in her locker for future instances, she made her way to her first class of the day.
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By the time her calculus class had arrived, she had hoped her jacket would be dry. However, when she pulled it from the metal confines of her locker, she was disappointed to find it was still damp. She knew that she wouldn’t be able to wear it, already being cold as it was. If she became anymore cold she was sure that she would be shivering and it would add to the likelihood of getting a cold.
Jasper sat in his usual seat, waiting for Camila to enter through the door at the front of the classroom. He had found himself looking forward to seeing her all day. Ever since he had met her the day before, he couldn’t get her out of his mind. It had been the first time since turning that he had really missed sleep, knowing that it would’ve made the time pass by quicker.
Finally, he saw her thin frame enter the classroom, followed by a tall darker skinned teen. Tyler Crowley. He had seen the boy sitting next to her early that day in the cafeteria, and thought nothing of it. Now seeing Camila laugh at something the teen had said as he carried her textbooks for her, he wasn’t so sure.
Jealously sparked in his chest, and at first he thought that it had come from somebody else around him, but slowly he realized it was coming from himself. He scolded himself, knowing there was no logical reason he should be jealous since she was human and he all he could do was hurt her in the end.
He averted his gaze, trying his best to act nonchalant and as if he hadn’t been waiting all day to see her. She slowly made her way to their shared desk, draping her jacket across the back of her chair before taking a seat. She let out an exasperated sigh, sinking into the cool plastic as she relaxed her shoulders.
The second day had been much more difficult to get through than the first. Luckily, nobody had mentioned the light bruises littering her arms, and she was relieved that she had successfully evaded the topic. However, if she thought yesterday was exhausting, she was about to drop dead then. Camila had begun to wonder why exactly she had put up such a fight to get to go to school like normal kids, but in the end, she knew it would be worth it. She would make friends and try her best to fit in as long as her body would allow.
After deciding that he had waited the appropriate amount of time, his eyes flickered over to her, as he soaked in her appearance. He could feel the exhaustion radiating off of her and wished that he could’ve done something to help, but knew he couldn’t without seeming wildly out of place. He could sense that if he were to shift her mood in that moment that it would be very far from natural.
His eyes landed on her arms. Thin with her bones sticking out prominently. Light purple splotches littering her skin. Worst case scenarios entered his mind as the concern for her safety grew. He tried to shake the feeling from his head, knowing that he shouldn’t jump to any conclusions. Maybe she was just insanely clumsy? He sat there, attempting to convince himself of that as she turned to him, giving him a small bashful smile. “Hi.” She said softly.
He forced a smile onto his face. “Hi, darlin’.” He said, southern accent seeping through, causing a blush to creep up her neck. She looked down at her hands, nervously spinning the rings that sat loosely on her thin fingers, while she tried to tame her heart inside of her chest. His grin only grew as he heard her accelerating heart rate.
He wasn’t sure what exactly had gotten into him. Typically he tried to stay far away from any human that he came into contact with, but he couldn’t really help himself. There was no harm in a friendship with her, right? Edward was doing the same thing with Bella, so it’s not like he could give him shit about it.
He knew that feelings for him were amplified, that being the natural occurrence for his kind, and he couldn’t help but feel attached to her already in a strange way. Surely he could blame it on being intrigued by her, but in truth, he wasn’t quite sure if that was the whole story. He was confused by her scent and her emotions, but deep down, he knew that wasn’t the only thing drawing him to her. But he also knew that he needed to slow down because he had barely just met the girl.
Sure, he was usually much more apprehensive with being around humans too much, due to the fact that he was still relatively new to the whole ‘vegetarian’ life style and had the most trouble out of his siblings when it came to controlling his hunger, but in reality, he felt more confident in his self control around her than any other human ever. Of course her blood still appealed to him, but not as intensely as he was used to feeling, and that was incredibly refreshing. To not feel like he would lose control at any moment for once.
Camila cleared her throat, trying to force the blush from her cheeks. “How are you liking the rain?” Jasper asked casually, gesturing towards the damp jacket.
She let out a small laugh. “It’s great, very refreshing.” She joked, earning a chuckle from the immortal teen.
Jasper looked to her, unable to wipe his face clear of the wide grin. It was odd, the feeling in his stomach, and he couldn’t exactly place what it was. For fuck sake, they had barely spoken to each other and he already felt as if he would melt into a puddle on the floor.
The tardy bell rang shrilly throughout the room, causing Camila to flinch back in irritation, the noise not helping her already persistent headache. Mr. Grey stood at the front of the class, clapping his hand together to gain their attention. “Okay, class. We will be continuing the pages we worked on yesterday, so I want you to work with your desk partners on that. Whatever you do not finish, you with need to do for homework tonight. Got it? Good.” He said, turning back to sit at his desk.
Jasper peered over to her once more. “I’ll do the first half, you the second and we can swap answers?” He suggested, figuring it would help ease her exhaustion somewhat.
Camila raised an eyebrow. “You trust me to get them all right?” She asked teasingly.
He snickered, nodding lightly. “You’re smart. You’ve got this.” he said simply. So they turned to do their work separately, carrying on with mundane conversation. Camila worked through the problems one by one, a dull ache growing behind her brow as her concentration began weaning.
Then, suddenly, Jasper could feel the same feeling from the previous day immolating from her. He peered over to her to see her leaned over the worksheet, head in hands, rubbing her temples. “Are you okay?” He asked, concern etched in his voice.
Her eyes flickered over to him, clearing her throat. “Just a headache.” She muttered.
“I can finish the work, if you want.” He offered, wanting to try and help in anyway that he could.
She gave him a small smile. “Thanks, but I got it.” She reassured. Sure, she was fatigued and both physically and mentally exhausted from the day, but she was determined to make it through without any help from others. She was determined to prove to both herself and her parents that going back to public school was not the wrong decision and that she could handle it. She only had a half an hour left, she could do this.
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January 25th, 2005
Wednesday had arrived, and Camila already knew she would be missing the last half of her classes, having had an appointment scheduled at the hospital with Dr. Cullen. She had made sure to tell her group of friends in preparation that she had a dentist appointment, trying to come up with a believable excuse for missing half a day. She knew she would miss her time with Jasper for the day, having only the last class of the day with him, and it surprised her to realize that she was sad about this. They didn’t know each other very well, but she had constantly found her mind wandering back to him at random times.
So, much to her dismay, there she sat, with her parents, in Dr. Cullen’s office, going over possible treatments in hopes to prolong her life. He, like his children, was extremely attractive. Camila wondered how they all had that remarkable beauty alike when they were not even blood related in the first place. He was currently on the topic of chemo, something that she was well aware was painful and very expensive as well as had a very low chance of actually helping. Suddenly, their conversation was interrupted as his office door swung open harshly.
There stood, a tall brunette teen, face just as perfect as the doctor sitting in front of her. To her horror, she realized that it must be Edward Cullen. She had heard murmurs of his return around the school that day, but had yet to come in contact with him since she had left just before lunch.
He had a panicked expression gracing his face as he hurried over to his father. She hoped that miraculously somehow he wouldn’t notice her sitting there, or else her secret would definitely not stay hidden long. It wouldn’t take a genius to unravel the truth, once he saw her here and then at school the next day, and that would be the end. If everyone knew she was the little girl who had gotten cancer then all the sympathy would start flooding in. It would be pointless then, hoping for normalcy.
As these thoughts raced through her mind, his eyes flickered over to her, eyes taking in her features quickly. He had seen her face before, he realized that those same emerald irises that had been burned into Jasper’s mind when he had finally returned from his trip to Alaska.
He turned, shaking the realization from his mind as he leaned down to whisper into his father’s ear, lips moving too quickly to read and speaking too low to understand for any of the humans in the room. Dr. Cullen stood abruptly. “I’m so sorry, I’m needed in the emergency department quickly. I’ll be back in just a few minutes.” He apologized sweetly.
He walked swiftly, Edward following, to his office door, swinging it open on its hinges. Camila stood, sighing softly as she turned to address her parents. “I’m going to go find the restroom.” She said, not wanting to stay there with anxiety eating her alive. Worrying about what Edward would figure out, and who he would tell.
Her mother stood quickly. “Do you want me to go with you?” She asked. Camila shook her head, offering a light smile as she followed the path to the office door. Once outside of the room, she looked up from her shoes only to find the whole group of Cullens huddled across the hall, all muttering in deep conversation. And, of course, just because she had terrible luck, as the door clicked shut, Jasper’s eyes shot up to find her own.
His eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she turned away, hiding behind her curtain of hair as she swiftly made her way down the hall to the restroom. Her heart pounded in her ears as she panicked. It hadn’t even been a week and now everybody was going to find out. So much for a fresh start. Sure, they had only seen her leave the office, but they would know something was up, and she knew it wouldn’t take them long to figure it out. And that’s if the didn’t figure out from Carlisle first.
It was one thing when it was just Edward who had seen her, but now the whole family had, and worst of all, Jasper. He would definitely be bringing it up next time that she saw him in class, if she was lucky enough to not run into him again sooner. She had to think of an excuse before then, or at lease a reason to convince him to keep her secret to himself and his family. But her mind was completely void of any ideas and all she could do was hope that she could find one before school tomorrow.
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Hi, I made myself sad, thinking about how Dean sees Cas in every night sky and misses him terribly, so I wrote this little drabble.
Enjoy the pain x
Here's the link to the same ficlet on my ao3:
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You're a sky full of stars
It is late when they park the Impala to take a short break. They had been driving for hours now.
"I'm just going to stretch my legs a little bit."Sam announces as he climbs out of Baby.
"Do your thing," the older Winchester replies. "I'll stay here."
It is a nice place to take a walk , they are stranded in the middle of nowhere somewhere after they took a turn off the main road and it's a very green area. There also isn't a cloud in the sky. It makes the stars stand out and shine brighter .
When he has almost returned to Baby, he stops in his tracks. Dean is lying on the hood of the Impala, back against the windscreen, eyes fixated on the sky above him.
Sam is about to make himself known when he hears Dean mutter something to the stars.
'Hey Cas, just wanted to say how beautiful you look tonight.'
It had been three weeks since Castiel had died and Dean's words cut through his chest like a knife. Sam is not sure what to do. If he lets Dean know that he had been standing here, he would probably be embarrassed. He decides it's best to stay quiet.
Dean takes a shaky breath. 'I think of you every day, you know ? And God,I-', his voice breaks, 'I miss you so much.'
Sam feels the tears stinging in the corners of his eyes. He knew Dean had been struggling with Cas his death,but actually hearing him say those words aloud is at least twice as heartbreaking. He decides to keep on walking a little longer to give Dean his privacy. As Sam turns around he hears his brother finally confess what he has suspected for a decade now.
"And I'm sorry. Cas, I'm so sorry for letting you think I didn't- that I- " a sob escapes Dean's troat- "Cas, of course I fucking love you."
When Sam gets back he pulls Dean in for the biggest , brotherly hug they have ever shared. Surprisingly, Dean relaxes into it almost immediately. He slumps against him and rests his forhead on his shoulder.
'I miss him so much Sammy, y-you don't even know.'
Even if Sam hadn't heard his conversation with the stars earlier, he wouldn't have needed an explanation.
'It just hurts. It hurts so bad.'
Sam feels his brother's tears starting to soak through his flannel. He couldn't care less about that.
'I know, Dean. I miss him too.'
Maybe one day, Dean will tell him how he really felt about Cas, but if he only wants to tell the stars for now, Sam is okay with keeping their secret.
#spn#supernatural#destiel#destiel fic#spn 15x18#sam winchester#dean winchester#destiel angst#destiel ficlet
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How does a grown man beef with a child? Was it his daughter in the kitchen with your brother? Because if so that admittedly is a poor tactical choice.
And yes please give us all the decade old tea I bet it’s still good. Don’t even bother with pseudonyms if you don’t feel like it
OH BESTIE
Buckle the fuck UP and I'll drop initials so I don't get sued because the youth pastor is currently in a legal suit against his own father rn THE TEA IS PIPING
Our Characters:
Eddie - My older brother
R - Senior pastor
M - Youth pastor
M&M - M and his wife because they both suck and are one entity in one story
G - R's current wife
E- R's ex wife BUT NOT M'S MOM
JK - E & R's son
I've got 3 stories so it's long as fuck. There's aren't the only scandals just the main ones that have to deal with M's bitch ass. I can't wait to hear that he died. I'm gonna piss on his grave.
SO Eddie got the title of "junior youth leader" when he was like 15/16 because he WAS the youth group. People only showed up to hang out with him. He knew everyone. He knew everything that was going on. He was the one keeping the peace because we were ROWDY fucking kids.
FOR THE RECORD Eddie's kitchen fingering was not with M's daughter. It was with his first girlfriend.
Story 1: Local trashy white man picks on Puerto Rican teenager
Eddie is actually the reason M's daughter's bathroom fucking scandal wasn't a FULL scandal. He kept that shit underwraps and stopped the gossip because he was friends with both parties involved.
M wasn't our original youth pastor. We used to have this ANGEL named Tim but he moved out of state so R gave the job to his son. I never liked M and then when he gave me shit for taking Fridays off because I was exhausted from school I hated him. He was NOT meant for that position. I think he only got it because he was a big kid (derogatory).
NO ONE liked M. Deadass no one came to youth group for the lesson. We came to hang out with out friends we only got to see on the weekends.
Literally the beef STARTED because Eddie was smoking off property BEFORE youth group with a few other teens. M didn't like that because he's supposed to be an example.
Keep in mind Eddie was 16yrs old. Living in an abusive household. Taking the brunt of the physical abuse from our mom because he protected us. And he was a poor kid going to a private school and had to keep a certain GPA to stay. Man was stressed and JUST wanted to smoke before he had to go infront of his peers and friends act like everything was perfect and he was hyped for God for 2-3hrs every weekend.
So for like 2 months M and Eddie were going back and forth on Facebook. Indirect posts, comments. EVERYTHING WAS OUT IN THE OPEN! Eddie refused to move it to DMs because he's not stupid. If this grown man wants to act a fool he was going to do it in front of EVERYONE!
Like M was judging him so brutally and pulling out Bible verses out of his ass. It was annoying.
It came to a head when R basically told my dad to control his son. Imagine being I'm your late 40s with a son in his late 20s picking a fight with a 16yr old. And you blame it on the CHILD!
That obviously didn't sit well with my dad.
And it wasn't like my dad was just some dude. My dad was head of security. My mom was heading the baby/toddler care classrooms.
We were at the church SEVERAL days out of the week.
That was my second home at that point. It's the church I grew up in.
WE WERE PART OF THE CHURCH!
So we kind of started getting pushed out of the church. I believe we had been there for like 11 years at that point.
We finally left after a year of the awkwardness and feeling like it wasn't home anymore.
Story 2: Death, Devastation, and Divorce
This one is rough. Deals with losing a child. And is still very much a story that hurts me 19 years later.
In 2005, R and E's son, JK, who was only 7 at the time died on an amusement park ride. He was a friend of mine and I was absolutely fucking devastated.
R and E were still married and E was the worship leader at the time.
And it was FUCKED UP devastating. Because E took JK's body home and prayed over him for 3 days for God to resurrect him. Like she admitted this in front of the entire congregation. What made her stop and accept it was he came to her in a dream and told her he was not leaving heaven.
There was a huge rift at the church over it. Instead of people supporting R grieving his baby half of the church ended up leaving following this.
People didn't like that R rightfully took a break from preaching despite E still heading the worship team. He had guest pastors come in and give sermons. I think he took 3 months off.
During this time E had an affair with the man who she is now married to.
So obviously R and E divorced. Got in front of the whole congregation and broke the news. E left the church and opened a little cabaret theater with the money from the amusement park lawsuit from JK's death. E took all the money from the lawsuit because R didn't want it.
Even though I think he could have out some of that money towards the church but I digress.
A few years later R met and married G and they're still together. I adored G and still very much hope she's doing well.
Story 3: NEW TEA POPPING OFF AS WE SPEAK
SO I can't remember the date but I had a dream that Joe and I visited a church in Texas and it happened to be pastored by R. It was a weird dream because I hadn't thought of R in years and why was he in Texas?
TURNS OUT during COVID R and G sold the church and moved to Texas. I HAD NO IDEA THIS HAPPENED!
And the day I had the dream R&G posted on their Facebooks EXPOSING E, M&M and some other not important assholes from the church.
THE FUCKING DRAMA
So when G came into the picture people were weird obviously. She wasn't E. And some Christians don't believe in divorve and remarrying.
But what R&G exposed was some of the leaders didn't accept her. E still had loyalties within in the church. WHICH IS WILD!remarriage. She had spies.
Also despite E getting all the lawsuit money from JK's death, in the divorce she fought for alimony on top of child support. R and E had another daughter.
R claims she had 10% of his salary. He didn't fight or stand up for himself because he was trying to make it as quick and clean as possible for their daughter.
He also took accountability for not protecting and defending G from the sharks in the church's leadership.
E and her spies at the church made R and G's lives a living hell behind the scenes. AND NO ONE KNEW!
And even now that R and G are on the other side of the country E and M&M are still making their lives hell, trying to claim their new ministry is fraudulent.
Imagine caring that hard.
NOW let me tell you about M&M! So M married M² and I had no issues with M² but now as an adult I realize if she chose and married that piece of shit why wouldn't she also be a piece of shit?
So R alleges in his post that M&M did some sketchy ILLEGAL shit in the church that made him ask them to step down from leadership instead of throwing their asses in jail which they didn't like. Which at that point should have just sent them to jail.
He didnt specify because M&M/E and R&G are currently suing each other. It's a big MESS!
And after M&M were forced to step down they left the church and moved to NC.
And M&M/E we're trying to turn the rest of R's family (his mom and siblings against him) but fortunately they all knew better.
People mentioned in the lawsuits are people from the church my family knew personally.
Mostly all people I never fucking liked too. Which is why I trust my gut about people always.
It's a WHOLE thing and my mom is watching Facebook for updates.
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' FROM UNDER THE CORK TREE ' SENTENCE STARTERS
from fall out boy's 2005 album. feel free to change pronouns, etc. tw for alcohol and drug mentions, as well as some suggestive themes
OUR LAWYER MADE US CHANGE THE NAME OF THIS SONG SO WE WOULDN'T GET SUED
' take my advice. '
' we're bad news. '
' i will leave you high and dry. '
' it's not worth the hearing you'll lose. '
' it's just past eight, and i'm feeling young and reckless. '
' we're only liars, but we're the best. '
' we're only good for the latest trends. '
' i'm only good cause you can have almost-famous friends. '
' we've got such good fashion sense. '
' we're friends when you're on your knees. '
OF ALL THE GIN JOINTS IN ALL THE WORLD
' you only hold me up like this because you don't know who i really am. '
' sometimes i just want to know what it's like to be you. '
' we're making out inside crashed cars. '
' we're sleeping through all our memories. '
' i used to waste my time dreaming of being alive; now i only waste it dreaming of you. '
' turn off the lights, and turn off the shyness. '
' your makeup stains my pillowcase like i'll never be the same. '
' i've got headaches and bad luck. '
' i've got headaches and bad luck, but they couldn't touch you. '
DANCE, DANCE
' you say you're no good with words, but i'm worse. '
' i'm weighed down with words too overdramatic. '
' it can't get much worse. '
' no one should ever feel like that. '
' i don't want to forget how your voice sounds. '
' these words are all i have, so i write them. '
' we're falling apart. '
' these are the lives you'd love to lead. '
' this is the way they'd love if they knew how misery loved me. '
' you always fold just before you're found up. '
' drink up, it's last call. '
' it's the last resort, but only the first mistake. '
' why don't you show me the little bit of spine you've been saving for his mattress, love? '
' i only want sympathy in the form of you crawling into bed with me. '
SUGAR, WE'RE GOIN' DOWN
' am i more than you bargained for yet? '
' i've been dying to tell you anything you want to hear. '
' i'm just a notch in your bedpost, but you're just a line in a song. '
' we're always sleeping in. '
' we're sleeping for the wrong team. '
' sugar, we're going down swinging. '
' i'll be your number one with a bullet: a loaded god complex, cock it and pull it. '
' is this more than you bargained for yet? '
' don't mind me. '
' i'm wishing to be the friction in your jeans. '
' it's messed up, how i'm just dying to be him. '
' take back what you said. '
NOBODY PUTS BABY IN THE CORNER
' drink down that gin and kerosene and co me spit on bridges with me just to keep us warm. '
' i keep my jealousy close, cause it's all mine. '
' if you say this makes you happy, then i'm not the only one lying. '
' keep quiet. '
' nothing comes as easy as you. '
' can i lay in your bed all day? '
' i'll be your best-kept secret, and your biggest mistake. '
' the hand behind this pen relives a failure every day. '
' wear me like a locket around your throat: i'll weigh you down, i'll watch you choke. you look so good in blue. '
' you look so good in blue. '
I'VE GOT A DARK ALLEY AND A BAD IDEA THAT SAYS YOU SHOULD SHUT YOUR MOUTH (SUMMER SONG)
' joke me something awful, just like kisses on the necks of "best friends." '
' we're the kids who feel like dead ends. '
' i took a shot and didn't even come close at trust, and love, and hope. '
' the poets are just the kids who didn't make it and never had it at all. '
' the lies just won't stop slipping. '
' my reputation's on the line. '
' we can fake it for the airwaves. '
' i'm half dead from comparing myself to everyone else around me. '
' please put the doctor on the phone, 'cause i'm not making any sense. '
' my back has been breaking from this heavy heart. '
' i'm hopelessly hopeful, and you're just hopeless enough. '
' we never had it at all. '
7 MINUTES IN HEAVEN (ATAVAN HALEN)
' i'm sleeping my way out of this one with anyone who'll lie down. '
' i'll be stuck fixated on one star when the world is crashing down. '
' i'm not the desperate type. '
' i sit out dances on the wall. '
' i'm trying to forget everything that isn't you. '
' i'm not going home alone, cause i don't do too well on my own. '
' the only thing worse than not knowing is you thinking that i don't know. '
SOPHOMORE SLUMP OR COMEBACK OF THE YEAR
' are we growing up, or just going down? '
' it's just a matter of time until we're all found out. '
' i swear, i'd burn this city down to show you the light. '
' we're well-read and poised. '
' no matter what they say, don't believe a word. '
' i'll keep singing this lie if you'll keep believing it. '
' i'm the kid you used to love, but i grew old. '
' we're the lifers: here till the bitter end, condemned from the start. '
' i'm ashamed of the way the songs and the words own the beating of my heart. '
' i've got a sunset in my veins. '
' i need to take a pill to make this town feel okay. '
' the best part of "believe" is the "lie." '
' i need to keep you like this in my mind. '
' so give in, or just give up. '
CHAMPAGNE FOR MY REAL FRIENDS, REAL PAIN FOR MY SHAM FRIENDS
' you are a getaway car, a rush of blood to the head. but me, i'm just the covers on top of your bed. '
' i keep you warm and won't ask you where you've been. '
' when it's said and done, they're all scrambling. '
' we're friends just because we move units. '
' strike us like matches, cause everyone deserves the flames. '
' we only do it for the scars and stories, not the fame. '
' everyone is trying. '
' it's such a shame. '
' the sounds of this small town make my ears hurt. '
' oh yeah, you caught me. '
' you want a war? you've got a war! '
' who are you fighting for? '
' the tide's out, the ship's run aground; we drown traitors in shallow water. '
I SLEPT WITH SOMEONE IN FALL OUT BOY AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS STUPID SONG WRITTEN ABOUT ME
' i found the cure to growing older. '
' you're the only place that feels like home. '
' you'll never know. '
' some secrets weren't meant to be told. '
' i'm sorry my conscience called in sick again. '
' i've got arrogance down to a science. '
' douse yourself in cheap perfume; it's so fitting of the way you are—you can't cover it up. '
' i can't cover it up. '
' find a safe place. '
' you will be missed. '
' they call kids like us vicious and carved out of stone. but for what we've become, we just feel more alone. '
' i always weigh what i've got against what i left. '
' progress report: i am missing you to death. '
' i'm feeling borrowed and always blue. '
A LITTLE LESS SIXTEEN CANDLES, A LITTLE MORE "TOUCH ME"
' i confess, i messed up. '
' i've been dropping "i'm sorry" like you're still around. '
' you dressed up. '
' you'll never live this down. '
' you're the girl all the boys want to dance with. '
' i'm just the boy who's had too many chances. '
' why don't you just drop dead? '
' i don't blame you for being you, but you can't blame me for hating it. '
' what are you waiting for? kiss me. '
' i set my clocks early, cause i know i'm always late. '
' write me off. give up on me. '
' darling, what did you expect? '
' i'm a lost cause, a long shot; don't even take this bet. '
' you said you'd keep me honest, but i won't call you on it. '
GET BUSY LIVING OR GET BUSY DYING (DO YOUR PART TO SAVE THE SCENE AND STOP GOING TO SHOWS)
' this has been said so many times that i'm not sure if it matters, but we never stood a chance. '
' if you are the shores, i am the waves begging for big moons. '
' i know this hurts. it was meant to. '
' your secret's out, and the best part is it isn't even a good one. '
' you don't matter. '
' we're all just screaming into microphones for attention. '
' i never knew that you would pick it apart. '
' i'm falling apart to songs about hips and hearts. '
' i used to obsess over living; now i only obsess over you. '
' tell me you'd like boys like me better in the dark, lying on top of you. '
' from day one, i talked about getting out. '
' why put a new address on the same old loneliness? '
XO
' i combed the crowd and picked you out. '
' it starts eyes closed, to fingers crossed, to "i swear, i say." '
' whatever it takes. '
' i left my conscience pressed between the pages of the bible in the drawer. '
' what did it ever do for me? '
' love never wanted me, but i took it anyway. '
' choose love or sympathy, but never both. '
' love never wanted me. '
' i hoped you choked and crashed your car. '
' tear catcher: that's all that you are and ever were. '
' love never calls me when i'm down. '
' loose lips sink ships. '
SNITCHES AND TALKERS GET STITCHES AND WALKERS
' show me a starry-eyed kid, i'll break his jaw. i won't let him get his hopes up. '
' i'll save him from myself. '
' don't turn out like me. '
' haven't you heard? the word on the street is i lost it, called it quits. '
' this story's getting old. '
' i keep you locked up in the trunk of my mind. '
' even when there's nothing worth living for, you're still worth lying for. '
THE MUSIC OR THE MISERY
' i got my stitches stitched. '
' i got your love letters. '
' i got love letters, corrected the grammar, and sent them back. '
' it's true, romance is dead: i shot it in the chest, and then in the head. '
' if you want to go down in history, then i'm your prince. '
' i've never seen a heart i couldn't break. '
' it was never about the songs, it was competition: make the biggest scene. '
' which came first: the music or the misery? '
' we're high fashion, and we're last chances. '
' i am indifferent, yet i am a total wreck. '
' i'm every cliche, but i simply do it best. '
' i went to sleep a poet, and i woke up a fraud. '
' to calm your nerves, i was feeling for my clothes in the dark. '
MY HEART IS THE WORST KIND OF WEAPON (DEMO)
' i spent most of last night dragging this lake for the corpses of all my past mistakes. '
' i'm salt, and you're the wound. '
' empty the bottle and let me tear you to pieces. '
' this is me wishing you into the worst situations. '
' you wouldn't know a good thing if it came up and slit your throat. '
' your remorse hasn't fallen on deaf ears, rather ones that just don't care. '
' you should try saying "no" once in a while. '
' take your taste back. '
' not as eloquent as i may have imagined but it will get the job done. '
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