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fluffytriceratops · 21 days

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𝐈 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮 - 𝐑𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 [𝐛𝐚𝐲𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞]

notes: part one? will probably make a very spicy part two- hehe. ;) if you know, you know. also- i imagine y/n as english here, but that's literally just me lol. there's no real hint or anything saying that she is or isn't. :D also also, i want raphael to choke me like he hates me but he loves me. :P

warnings: mature language/swearing,

tags: @thelaundrybitch @turtle-babe83 @leosgirl82 @rheawritesforfun @s-s-ironnie @post-apocalyptic-daydream @mysticboombox @drowninghell @lec743 @raphielover @raphslovemuffin80 @squirrelfurs @bibiz82 @pheradream-15 @kikithedreamerwriter @m1dnyt3-w0lf @scholastic-dragon @moonsua1 [if i've forgotten anyone i'm so sorry please comment or dm me and let me know and i'll add you right away so i don't forget in the future!]

(if you would like to be tagged in my future tmnt x reader related work, feel free to let me know and i'll happily add you!)

i love you all sm! i'm sending all the virtual hugs and well wishes to you!! <33

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She didn't understand what she had done. From the moment she met him, Raphael acted as though he hated her. Y/n was for at a loss. No matter what she did or said, there was always this wall between them. After a while of trying to befriend him, she eventually gave up. If he did not want to be friends, then so be it. She would spend her time with his brothers.

But that only seemed to make matters worse.

It was terribly confusing and Y/n didn't know if she could take much more of it.

She had tried so hard to please him. And despite all her efforts he pushed her away. Treated her as if she was nothing. So she turned to her actual friends, and that only seemed to anger him more. Did he not want her around at all? Did he not trust her with his family?

The thing that was the most frustrating, was the fact that no matter how hard she tried. She couldn't get rid of her love for him.

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It wasn't as if he hated her. In fact, it was the exact opposite. Raphael had a hard time expressing his feelings. He had an even harder time when he believed that those feelings weren't reciprocated.

Y/n was beautiful. She was as sweet as honey with warm skin as soft as silk. Her eyes shone when she laughed. She always wore this lip gloss that made her lips the perfect shade of pink. And she smelled amazing. Like vanilla and cedar. A warm and comforting scent.

There was no way she liked him as much as he liked her. Raphael was so certain of this. So he did the only logical thing he could think of.

He pushed her away.

Because he knew he would never be able to love her. And being in the same room as her, knowing she would never be his, was excruciating.

The only thing he could think of doing was keeping his distance. Which was hard when she was always approaching him. So he avoided her like the plague.

That didn't mean that he didn't get jealous.

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How could he act like he knew her? He didn't know her at all! Raphael was like a stranger to her! The only things she's learned of him was from his brothers. And even if they had been telling him about her, it wasn't the same. Her gaze narrowed at him. "I'm sorry? Can you repeat that please, because I don't think I heard you right."

Raphael gazed at Y/n from across the room. He was leaning against the wall, arms folded over his chest, biceps bulging. (she would have been drooling if he wasn't such an ass-) He moved his toothpick to the other side of his mouth with his tongue. Head tilting ever so slightly as he studied her.

"I said, that your actions don't surprise me. Figures someone as pristine and conceded as you would do somethin' like that." He didn't skip a beat. Didn't hesitate with his comment. Even if it was uncalled for.

Y/n blinked. It was almost worse hearing it for a second time. It made her angrier, at least. She was absolutely gobsmacked. Surprised he had the balls to make such an assumption and voice it so simply.

Raphael pushed himself off of the wall and stalked towards her. "Cat got your tongue, princess?" His lips twisted up into a smirk as he loomed over her. Staring down at her with his eyes made of gold.

Leonardo, who she had been talking to moments before- opened his mouth to intervene, but Y/n cut him off before he got the chance.

"You have no right to make any sort of assumptions about me."

Raph hummed, "Ain't assumptions if they're true."

Y/ns gaze hardened, her hands balling at her sides. "You clearly don't know me at all."

"I think I know ya well enough."

"And I think you're an ass!" She snapped, face red with anger. "If you have any other false assertions about me, I'd rather you kept your mouth shut!"

"And I'd rather you not be here at all!" He growled in return. Golden gaze burning down upon her like fire. "You're always around! Do ya not have anywhere else to be!? Any other friends besides us!?"

"You aren't my friend!" Y/n's eyes stung with tears, and she did her best to hold herself together.

"Thank fuck for that!"

"Raph, enough!" Leo seperated the two by physically putting himself between them. His ocean eyes were glued to his brother. "Take a walk." He demanded, nodding in the direction of one of the sewer tunnels.

Raphael's veins burned. He hated the sight of Leo coming to the rescue. Because of fucking course he did. It was always the wise and powerful Leonardo guiding them through their problems. He would have fought more. Pushed back harder. Let his anger consume him. But his gaze caught the sight of tears trickling down Y/n's face. Like stars falling from the sky. His heart ached and squeezed. He wanted to drop to the floor and beg for her forgiveness. Kiss her feet and worship the ground she walked on.

Y/n was a moon goddess. Made of pure starlight.

And Raphael was a brutish soldier, stuck on Earth while he watched her dance with the stars.

It was better if she hated him. It made things easier that way, he reminded himself.

Raphael didn't say anything else. He simply turned around and walked away. Afraid that if he stayed a second longer, he'd do one of two things.

Beg for the goddess' forgiveness.

Or break her.

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Leonardo let out a heavy sigh before turning to face the h/c haired girl. "Are you okay?" He asked, planting his large hands atop her shoulders. They covered them entirely, showing just how much bigger they all were than her.

Y/n nodded, reaching up to wipe at her eyes quickly. It felt like Raphael had attacked her out of nowhere. It wasn't like she was doing anything besides talking to Leo. (Okay, maybe she had been flirting with him a little bit, but could you really blame her? Have you seen the guy, he's fine as hell-) It felt unwarranted. She didn't feel like she deserved his hate, but no matter what she did, he always seemed hostile towards her.

Leo didn't look convinced. "You sure?"

Y/n let out a quiet sigh. "Yeah.. Is it okay if I just go and finish my book in your room?" She reached towards the couch and grabbed it, clutching it to her chest.

"Of course. No one will disturb you there."

She forced a small smile. "Great. Thanks, Leo."

"Anytime, Y/n."

Leonardo watched as she padded away in the direction of his bedroom. Lips pressed into a thin line. He turned and moved in the direction Raphael went in. He wasn't surprised to find him in the dojo, absolutely wrecking the punching bag.

"Raph."

Said male glanced in his direction for a split second, grunting in acknowledgment.

"What the hell was that?" Leo gestured behind him, blue eyes hardening into a stern glare.

Raphael clicked his tongue in annoyance. "Nothin'. Just leave it alone, Leo." He continued to slam his fists upon the bag, watching it jolt and sway with each lethal hit.

"Y/n doesn't deserve the shit you give her. If you gave her a chance, maybe you would see that. She's a nice girl, she's our friend. You need to give her an apology."

Normally, Raphael would have fought with Leo. Arguing with him to the point where their verbal hits would turn into physical ones. But his motions stilled at this. He knew Leo was right, as much as he didn't want to admit it. He hated seeing Y/n look at him like that. With wide teary eyes and a wobbling lip. Staring at him like the ferocious monster he was.

Before either of them could say anything else, Mikey popped his head in the room. "Hey guys, dinner's ready!"

Leo nodded and turned back to Raph. "Go tell Y/n dinner's ready. You can apologize whilst you're at it." He didn't leave room for argument as he left the dojo.

Leaving Raphael looming next to the punching bag. He lifted his arm and hit it once more. That was the final blow, the bag snapped off the chain and smashed against the ground. It's contents pouring out.

He'd have to try and fix it later.

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Y/n sat on Leonardo's bed. Back pressed against the wall and chin propped up on her palm. One of her favourite books sat open on her lap and she read it contentedly. She did her best not to think about Raphael and his actions and words. How he was so distant and vile towards her. She had done nothing but be kind to him. To try and have a decent relationship with him. But he refused to have even a decent relationship with her. It was beyond frustrating. It made her want to rip her hair out.

She let out a long slow sigh, tilting her head back till it hit the wall and she was looking up at the ceiling. Her mind was a mess, and while she had told Mikey she would stay for dinner earlier, now she was regretting her choice. She contemplated trying to sneak out. But that was near impossible when the lair was full of trained ninjas. Y/n couldn't sneak past them no matter how hard she tried.

There was a rap of knuckles on the door. She assumed it was Leo, or perhaps Donnie. Mikey would just barge in, and she highly doubted she'd see Raph for a good long while yet.

She pushed herself up and went towards the door. Yanking it open, but whatever she was about to say died on her tongue. Lips parted and throat dry. She couldn't say anything as she gazed at the mutant in front of her. Y/n stepped back from Raphael, studying him with an intense gaze silently. Being unable to find any words to speak.

Raph cleared his throat. "Leo sent me to get you for dinner."

Y/n dropped her gaze with a heavy sigh and turned away from him, shaking her head in disappointment. She was hoping for an apology, or something along those lines. She wanted him so bad but it felt like he was miles away.

"Y/n?" Raph stepped further into the room, looking at her in confusion. "Are you not hungry?"

"I do not want any dinner!" Y/n spat angrily, running a hand through her hair in agitation.

Raph looked taken aback by her outburst. But he stayed silent, allowing her to take in a couple deep breaths and try to calm herself down. He understood anger better than most. And Y/n had every right to be angry with him.

Finally, she turned to him. "I have spent so much time wanting to be alone with you. Wanting to talk to you! Wanting to know -" she cut herself off with a sharp inhale, dropping her gaze to the floor. Cheeks warm and tips of her ears dusted in red.

She shook her head again. "I understand that you do not wish to see me... That you would prefer to stay in any other room-"

"That's not true." He cut her off quickly. Molten gold gaze staring at her. Piercing her soul.

Y/n brought her eyes back up to him. Not believing his words. "Raphael-"

"You're wrong." He said again. Voice sharp.

Still, Y/n did not believe him. "You have avoided my presence." She stated, quite simply. It was a fact. Raphael could barley stand to be in the same room as Y/n, let alone hang around just the two of them.

"In order to give you space." He muttered, swallowing thickly. She watched the way his throat bobbed with the action.

Y/n's eyebrows dipped in confusion. "You've.. Said all but a few words to me."

"To stop myself from sayin' the wrongs things." He said, taking a step towards her. Raph wet his lips with his tongue, not missing the way her eyes followed the action. His heart pounded at the sight alone. He had caught himself staring at her eyes many times, so to find hers glued to his - she had no idea the kind of chokehold she had on him.

Y/n stared at him in disbelief. "You've barley been able to look at me in the eye."

"Because I can't stand to see the misery I have caused you!" He snapped, clearly agitated. Pacing back and forth in front of her. Like a caged animal. Skin crawling at the way she watched him. Those eyes of hers... They were paralyzing. In the best way possible.

"You did not..." She whispered, hesitantly taking a single step forwards. "I am the one who has trapped you in your own home. I should have been more understanding of your space-"

"I'm the one who trapped you." Raph cut her off, growling out the words. "I have spent the last few weeks in agony." He admitted, glancing over towards her for only a second before he resumed his pacing. "Unable to talk to you. Unable to be alone with you because I knew you wanted nothing to do with me."

Y/n opened her mouth to protest but he continued. "Which makes sense, I mean look at me! I'm fucking scary. I'm a freak. I have a bad temper, it ain't pretty when I'm angry. I get jealous and envious easily and I'm not the best with emotions. I'm not the best guy, my brothers are ten times better than I will ever be."

"Raph-"

"I see the way you look at them. I see how much you care for them. Leo especially. He's the hero. I'm the villain. That's how it's always been, that's how it always will be. If yer gonna love any of us, it's understandable that it would be him." His shoulders sunk, and he finally stopped pacing but had yet to fully turn towards Y/n. His chest was heaving with much needed air after the amount of word vomit he had spewed.

"Leo's your perfect love match..."

"You're right in the sense that you and Leo are different. You cannot be anymore different. You're practically polar opposites." She breathed, studying him carefully. Heart aching from the words he spoke. "But who said I ever wanted Leo..."

Raphael slowly looked towards her. Eyes boring into her own, trying to see if she was telling the truth or not. Trying to understand the meaning behind her words.

He was silent for what felt like a long time. They both were. The silence was thick, suffocating. They both had so much they wanted to say but neither of them had the courage to say it.

"I can't stop thinking of you," Raph started softly, "From the mornings when I wake up, to the evenings right before bed. To the dreams I have of you.. My thoughts of you never end." His hands shook ever so slightly and he balled them into fists to control it.

"I am yours, Y/n. I have always been yours."

Y/n took in a heavy breath, chest rising as she sucked the air into her lungs. "I.." Her eyebrows dipped again as she tried to comprehend his words. Was he saying what she thought he was? "I don't understand.."

Raphael shook his head in frustration, "I don't know how to be anymore clear." He huffed, lifting his arms up and turning away from her.

Y/n's gaze hardened and she moved towards him. "Do not get angry-"

"I am not angry!" He snapped.

"You look angry. And bothered. Look at you, you're all flushed." She gestured towards him and Raph grit his teeth, face warm in embarrassment.

"Yes, that is what happens."

"When one is angry."

"When one burns for someone who does not feel the same!" Raphael hissed, closing the distance between them. Towering over her. He lifted a hand and ran it down his face, biting down on his lip.

"You.." Y/n could not bring herself to look away from him. "You burn for me?"

"Why do you think I got angry at you for flirting with Leo?"

"Why do you think I was flirting with Leo?"

Raph seemed confused by this, brows pulling together. "If you even bothered to look at me, really look at me. For longer than two seconds.. You would have seen.." What small bit of distance left between them she closed by taking a final step forward.

"I burn for you."

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buterccup · 1 year

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Hi there!

So I just read your rules and I hope I'm not disrespecting any

So Price x son! Reader (platonic of course) where price invites 141 to his house and find out he has a son. I just have this stuck in my mind where the son (adopted or biological, I don't care) walks into the house and there are these Buff military men and he's just like "dad there are weird man in our house" or the son just opening the door making eye contact with everyone and just slamming the door shut after about a minute.

Sorry that this is so long, I hope you can work with this somehowe

Have the greatest day :D

I absolutely love your idea anon! I find it really wholesome. And I don't mind if it's long, the longer the better in my opinion. I hope this is what you wanted, thank you for your request, and have the greatest day too mate^-^

Papa Price is real

Summary: Your father is finally coming home from his job for a while but unknown to you your father is bringing home some guests and maybe you might get along with them better than your father thought.

Warnings: Nothing but fluff, fatherly love, light swearing, gen z stuff<33, he/him pronouns (the reader is around 15-17), mistakes, a little rushed/short

Character(s): Price x son! Reader (platonic)

Ever since you woke up you had a huge smile on your face, I mean who wouldn't feel that way when they found out that their dad was coming home last night. You almost couldn't sleep from the news alone.

You even made sure to wear the hat that he gave you when he last visited. It was an otter bucket hat.

You have only seen your father a few times but that didn't change how you saw your father. John Price. You're actually very proud of your father, he is so brave and the fact he puts his life out there so other people can live theirs is just so cool to you.

It almost felt like it had been an eternity since you sat down on the couch waiting for your dad to come home, glancing at the clock every 2 minutes. But the time that you went to check the time again it'd only been 3 hours, making you groan loudly.

"Hun? what's wrong?" your mother would call out to you from the kitchen, knowing why you acted like this she missed him too but nevertheless she still asked. a soft smile grew on her face as she look towards your direction.

"I feel like I've aged 50 years!!" you would shout into a pillow, having nothing to do but sit there and go on your phone from time to time, leaving your mother to laugh to herself and shake her head.

It had almost been 5 hours and you felt like you were going to pass away until you heard a knock on the door.

He's here

Your mother didn't have time to move before she saw a flash of you sprint towards the door, a wide grin spread across you face as you opened the door.

"Father dearest-"

"..."

SLAM

Last time you remembered your father didn't have a mohawk and a baby face or a skull balaclava- which you must admit was fucking cool. wait. Were you getting robbed? No, if you were they wouldn't knock...unless they are just really shitty at their job.

But even with the proof they weren't robbing your family, you had frantically grabbed a pillow and opened the door again, ready to throw said pillow at the first person you see. Leaving your poor mother to process what you were doing.

"You have a son!?-"

Headshot!

"HA L"

"[Name]-" That's when you froze and looked at where the voice came from, it was your dad! So you weren't getting robbed.

"Dad there are weird buff men in front of our door."

"Alright..."

Things could have gone worse but they didn't! After papa Price explained who they were and why they were here you 'apologised' to the mohawk man who was called soap, which was weird but you don't judge before your mother welcomed the boys in.

You were just talking to the group of buff boys, calling Soap bestie whenever you had the chance while your father helped your mother make dinner. The boys trying their best to understand the things you were talking about, Gaz being the only person understanding half of what you were saying since he was the youngest out of the task force.

"My mother's cooking is bussin'"

"Excuse me???"

Requests: Open

A/N: I really hope you liked this because I don't know if I did that well with this :')

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lovelyladyabsinthewrites · 1 year

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Love Song for a Vampire Pt. 30

Pairing(s): Edward Cullen x Wolf!Reader, Jacob Black x Bella Swan, Jacob Black x Witch!OC, Edward Cullen x Bella Swan

Warnings:none

Words:1987

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25 Part 26 Part 27 Part 28 Part 29 Part 31 Part 32 Part 33 Part 34 Part 35 Part 36 Part 37 Part 38 Part 39

The ending didn’t come out like it did the first time I typed this up but it’s close to the original I had worked on last night 🙃

Shocked wasn’t enough to describe the jolt Jacob received when he opened his front door and found Bella. The last bit of hope that imprinting on the witch had just been a dream was quickly eliminated. Standing before him was the love of his life, yet he didn’t feel that same giddiness he once felt with Bella’s presence. That terrified him more than anything; how quickly imprinting changed one’s life.

Behind her on the dirt driveway was a small, tan car. Probably here replacement for her red truck that was totaled when Riley took her. Late in the day, the sky is already casting the world in a pink and orange haze.“Sorry to show up unannounced.” He can tell Bella immediately wanted to nervously chew on her bottom lip as she was prone to do but stopped herself. Subtle changes could be seen on her. She’d been spending time reflecting on herself and really thinking of what she wants in life.

“No, it’s okay.” Jacob steps aside to let her in. Bella hesitated for a heartbeat before walking through. I guess it has been a while since she’s come over.

They go to his room which feel so small now that there was another person occupying it.

He hated this strange feeling. It made him not know how to act in front of her. Like she was a complete stranger to him now and not the girl he'd been mooning over for years. Jacob watches her in a queer way as she perched herself on the edge of his bed. "How has the pack been?"

"Good. (y/n) and Edward left with the Denali couple to drive them back to Alaska." He noticed the flash of momentary hurt on Bella's face before she regains composure and nods.

"I remember them saying they'd be leaving soon." They hadn't spoken about her meeting with them. Jacob had been too focused on what was happening with him and how, even though he was in his human skin, he could still smell Evita's citrus scent that beckoned him to go to Sam's. The alpha had warned Jacob though about scaring her off before she was able to finish the wards that was to protect them from hostile creatures.

“They left last night and should be back in a few hours from the text she sent to our group chat.” Jacob shrugs. “

At that, Bella actually smiles. “I wouldn’t doubt it. Edward drives really fast. Even Alice does too. It must be a vampire thing.”

He tried to think of something else to say, anything to make his life feel normal again. There had been nothing normal about his life though. His mouth was dry and tongue heavy. How could he go on pretending everything was okay? Not to mention he couldn’t imagine how Bella would feel once she learned that another guy who she deeply cared about was taken because of imprinting once again. Her wounds were still healing from her breakup with Edward. It would crush Bella. Jacob may have imprinted on Evita, but he still cared for her greatly. Just not romantically, not anymore.

By the blessing of those above, a tremor in the air gripped Jacob and Bella. The hairs on the back of her neck stand at the tingling that was rushing through her. “Wh. . . What is that?”

The strong aroma of orange blossoms fills his nostril.

Evita.

This had to be Evita’s magic swirling in the air. It riled up the wolf in him, making Jacob want to spring into action. Were it not for Bella being present, he might have leapt through his window and run to Sam’s house where he knew the witch was staying for the meantime.

Underneath his skin, the animal trembled and agitated him from the inside where he felt uncomfortable in his human flesh.

Inhaling deeply, Jacob closed his eyes to steady his breathing which had quickened. “Magic.”

Bella does a double take. “Magic?”

He stumbles over his words but manages to get Bella up to date on what had been going on in La Push. Even Jacob felt silly about the things he said out loud to her, all of this sounded so unreal yet that’s what his life had become.

The air was still fluctuating with that sharp orange smell and Jacob could spot goosebumps rising on Bella’s arms as an after effect to nearby magic.

“Can I meet her?”

“You want to meet her?” Yes, a reason to see Evita! His wolf rejoiced that he’d finally be able to be near her again despite Jacob’s efforts to ignore it.

Bella doesn’t waver. “Yes. If she’s here to protect the town then I feel like I owe it to her to introduce myself. This. . . This is my fault after all.”

“Stop saying that.” Jacob hated how she pinned the blame of all of the events that had led up to Evita’s arrival. “It’s not you’re fault. Something like this was bound to happen ever since the Cullens came to town decades ago.

“Regardless,” Bella sighed. “I want to meet her.”

That’s how they end up in Bella’s tan Corolla, the small car sped through the empty streets of La Push to get to Sam’s cabin. The drive was overall quiet considering both of them were off in their own little worlds; questioning what they had felt in his room when Evita’s magic swept up their senses into a flurry. The wolf’s eagerness to be near it’s mate was unfathomable as Jacob felt his hands beading with perspiration.

He wasn’t ready to see Evita. Not yet.There was no way Jacob could trust himself to keep his imprinting a secret from Bella if Evita is near.

And Bella, her skin still hadn’t stopped shivering with an odd delight; the back of her neck continued to tingle through her neck and spine. She couldn’t begin to describe the experience. Jacob had called it magic.

The drive didn’t take long, Jacob and Bella were great up for that as Bella’s car pulled to a stop in front of Sam’s cabin. Excited chatter could be heard streaming through from the inside of the house.

Bella gets out of the car first allowing Jacob a few seconds to himself to calm the roaring wave of his heartbeat.

Breathing in a deep inhale, Jacob unbuckles his belt and pushed open the car door.

Smoke from Sam’s chimney twirls out in long ribbons against the mystical color pallet that sunsets are composed of.

From a fluttering curtain in a window, a face briefly appeared and spotted the two of them as they walk up to Sam’s porch. In but a few seconds does Paul open the door to great them. His eyes narrow with caution that confused Bella. Instantly a tension spoiled the air and the house grew quiet.

“Jacob. Bella.” Paul casually greeted but there was a strain to his voice. “Fancy seeing you guys here.”

“We came here to see Evita’s witchcraft.” Jacob is quick to say, hopeful that Paul would buy the reason for it was true.

“We felt the aftershocks and I asked Jacob to take me to meet her.” Explained Bella.

That made Paul’s eyes round. “Aftershocks?”

Sam appeared behind him. “Come in.” He merely instructed and had Paul step aside. “Jacob, stay in the back with me.”

Sam’s living room was crowded with other members of the pack and was wholly transformed into a candlelit space for witchcraft. His usual furniture was gone and in their place were an array of strange and arcane objects. The light from the fireplace made shadows flicker against the walls and distort the shadowy figures of those present.

Everyone leaned in yet kept themselves from straying too far into the circle that Evita had made on the ground.

A small bowl of herbs are slowly catching ablaze by the beckoning of her foreign words. Bella saw with her own eyes a river stone crumble all by itself into fine dust that is carried on an invisible wind and into Evita’s clasped hands. The delicate skin of her wrists appear paper thin as even Bella could see the many lines and rivers of her veins. They looked like they were made of lightening as they burned from under her skin.

Her lips move rapidly in her incantation, and as her words carried into the room, the energy shifted. Candlelight made the dark sway.

Entranced were the rest of the pack as they held their breathing, taking in the wondrous sight before them.

More sharp spices fill the air along with Evita’s citrus scent.

Jacob couldn’t tear his eyes off of her wild and flying curls that whip around her face that was lined with painful looking scars. To Jacob though, the dark scars that run along her face accentuate her fine cheekbones and full lips. A spatter of freckles add to her charm.

The wild wind of energy that had been swirling around her seem to fall away. Time itself felt like it froze.

Multiple breaths that had been held in up until that point exhale with an edge of relief. Her spell was complete.

When the candles are blown out by the dying breath of her magic, Sam slowly turns on the electronic lights of his house. Sitting in the middle of the living room was a pale Evita. Slowly she removes her top hand to reveal an object the size of a quarter and equally flat.

The color of it was the glittering shade of emerald. A warmth eminated from it.

Weary from her efforts, Evita explained with a tired voice “I have five more of these to make. They are to be distributed throughout Forks and La Push. The ward is this small so that it won’t be easily spotted by your enemies. We must bury them at six specific points. About a foot into the ground.” She passed it to Jared who held it with reverence. The ward made it’s way around the pack as they ‘ooed’ and ‘awwed’.

Leah and Seth gather around Evita to help her up and into Sam’s bedroom where she was regain her strength.

Jacob followed the trio with his eyes, unable to follow them thanks to Sam.

While Bella hadn’t been able to be properly introduced to Evita, the visit had been worthwhile. She’d never imagined that magic would look quite like that or that it would feel so intense.

When everyone had a chance to examine the ward, Paul snatched it from Collin’s hands. “This is to be put somewhere with the highest security. This may not look like much but it is essential if we want to keep our territory safe.”

This was not fun and games.

Sam put a hand on Jacob’s shoulder, alerting him it was time for him to go. “She’ll be alright. She warned me ahead of time that this would take a toll on her energy. Proper sleep and food will do her good.”

If Sam hadn’t been Jacob’s alpha, who knows what he would have done. Any other wolf would consider Sam’s posturing as getting in between Jacob and his mate. Hell hath no fury like a wolf being kept apart from their imprintee.

Jacob was still experiencing a heady daze and thankfully didn’t put up much of a fight as he taps Bella’s arm to get her attention. She was still staring at where Evita had been creating her ward.

The simple physical contact coaxed her back to her senses and they slink to the front door. Both too stunned to utter a parting word to anyone.

Bella didn’t know how long they’d been there, but instead of the fuchsia clouds that were highlighted with orange there was now a vast sky filled with stars.

Stars were dull though in comparison to the headlights on Edward’s car that shined right at them.

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Names that are in bold are ones I can’t tag for some reason

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#edward cullen #edward cullen fanfic #edward cullen fanfiction #edward cullen x reader #edward cullen x you #twilight #twilight saga #twilight fanfiction #twilight fandom #reader insert #reader insert fanfiction

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iheartz4starzz · 2 months

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"ੈ✩₊˚ OPPOSITES ATTRACT~

"ੈ✩₊˚ — 15! dazai x fem! reader (royal au)

SYNOPSIS: Prince Dazai is bored as he sits in the royal garden. His curiosity peeks when he hears a rustle in the tree leaves. Who might that be?

NOTE: first one shot, and i've been distracted for more than 5 times. enjoy this mess of a one shot. <33

AFTER DIPPING HIS pointer and middle finger into the cold waters of the architectural fountain in the royal gardens, he then drew little doodles with his damp fingers on the concrete ledge. Prince Dazai sighed in dismay as he picked up his head and looked around the beautiful garden, observing the abundant and fragrant flowers that had just bloomed as it swayed with the springtime breeze.

Although the enjoyment of plants and other forms of nature were pleasing to guests who came to visit, it wasn't enough to satisfy the boredom of the prince.

Much to the Dazai's boredom, his curiosity was struck when he heard a rustle in the large oak tree, which made a few leaves gracefully fall from the branches and onto the grass. Dazai picked up his head and gazed at the tree, spotting to find if there was a small critter in the branches.

Dazai did not see anything, but yet the trees leaves kept shaking, peeking his curiosity. The prince had decided to walk towards the tree and investigate further. When Dazai looked up into the trees leaves and branches, he tipped over and stumbled onto the healthy green grass with a small gasp when a girl about his age dropped down from the branches, startling him unintentionally.

"Oh, hiya Prince Dazai!" The girl greeted her prince with a bright smile and waved at him, a slight warmth growing on her cheeks from being active.

Dazai gazed at the girl in front of him that somewhat acted like an animal in his opinion. [E/c] eyes and [s/c] skin that had specks of dirt sticking to her cheeks, [h/c] hair that was tied into a ponytail and had a few leaves sitting in it, and not to mention the dirty clothes that she was wearing, which did not seem to be sewn with the finest material.

Dazai could easily tell this girl was a peasant, a commoner. Or in a more positive way, a residence from the village.

Compared the newly dubbed peasant girl, Dazai was much more cleaner and had clothing that was obviously skillfully sewn with the finest material in the land.

The prince's eyebrows furrowed at the girl who acted so casual with him. Who does she think she's talking to? As a lady, she should act more respectful with proper etiquette towards the prince who is next in line to the throne of the kingdom.

Dusting himself off, the prince stood up tall and cleared his throat. "What are you doing here in the royal garden... peasant?" he asked, hesitating in a way as he looked at the girl in a judgmental way. "A lowlife commoner like you wouldn't be in an elegant place like this."

The girl pulled herself back up onto the branch so she was sitting upright and jumped down, landing in front of the prince with a crunch from the leaves under her feet. "I help my mother with cleaning in the palace. But since she doesn't need my assistance right now, she suggested to go explore in the gardens!"

Dazai hummed in response and held his hands behind his back, seeing that the girl didn't take his insult personally. "I see, so you're the maids daughter. And how may I address you, miss peasant?"

"The name's [Name]!" [Name] exclaimed in a pep tone, raising her hand up as if she was called on the teacher to introduce herself to the classroom. [Name] then stuck out her hand, expecting for the prince to shake her hand.

Before [Name] could speak up again, her [e/c] eyes widened in surprise, a pink hue of blush spread across her cheeks, and a bead of sweat dripped down her forehead as she watched as Dazai took her hand gently, raising it up to his lips and placing a light kiss on the back of [Name]'s hand.

"W-What are you doing?!" [Name] yelled in a flustered way, snatching her hand back and holding it, as if Dazai gave her hand a disease.

Dazai raised an eyebrow and dropped his arm, tilting his head to the side in confusion. "Just a gesture of politeness, is it not? To kiss a ladies hand when you greet them? That's what my etiquette instructor had explained to me."

[Name] looked down at the back of her hand where Dazai had kissed it and blushed, laughing awkwardly and giving the prince a crooked smile. [Name] rubbed the back of her neck in embarrassment, understanding how differently her and Dazai were taught how to greet one another.

"Ah, I see..." [Name] trailed off and averted her gaze away from Dazai. "Sorry, it's just that people in the village usually greet each other with a friendly handshake!"

[Name] gazed back at the prince and smiled brightly, taking his hand and connected it with hers, then shaking it positively. The prince blushed at the sudden actions of the peasant girl who acted so kind and casual with him. Her burst of energy overwhelmed Dazai, but oddly made him feel comfortable with her.

Dazai nodded in response to [Name]s explanation, retracted his hand, and dusted it off. "Uhm, right. Changing the subject, may I ask for your age, miss [Name]?"

"I'm 14!" [Name] beamed with a bright smile. "By the way, you don't need to call me miss. It makes me feel old," [Name] giggled lightly to herself.

"Understood." Dazai firmly spoken and rubbed his arm, his gaze falling to floor, unsure about what to say next.

"So... do you wanna be friends?" [Name] suggested out of the blue in such a nonchalant way. Dazai's eyes widened to [Name]'s request. It had been a very long period of time in which Dazai had a real friend. Ever since his mother had died from an illness, his father prohibited Dazai to go outside of palace grounds since then.

Hesitantly after a moment of thinking, Dazai answered [Name]. "Sure..."

[Name] squealed in excitement and was just about to attack Dazai in a bone crushing hug when she heard a voice call out for the princes name. [Name] looked over Dazai's shoulder, spotting one of his many butlers searching for him.

"Oh, it's Hirotsu..." Dazai mumbled to himself while pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance. He then sighed and walked towards his butler.

"Ah, Master Dazai. Your father is requesting for your presence." Hirostu informed Dazai with a slight bow in respect. Dazai nodded and followed Hirotsu to the palace large doors. Before Dazai entered, he gazed over his shoulder, waving to [Name] before walking inside. [Name] smiled back at Dazai and returned his wave, although it was more energetic than his.

As Dazai walked with Hirotsu through the palace halls, you could only notice a faint smile tugging on the corner of his lips. Perhaps the prince grew a fondness towards the commoner who's called [Name].

And so the story begins of a friendship (or maybe more?) of the prince and the peasant girl. Dazai, who has been confined in the palace walls most of his life with the addition of more grand, rich, and lavishing lifestyle, and a stoic, blunt personality. [Name], who has lived in the village her whole life and struggles to help provide with her mother. Despite the dirt on her shoes, her energetic and happy personality could always keep Dazai and others hopeful and entertained.

Although the two are complete polar opposites, they say that opposites attract, am I right?

#bungou stray dogs #bsd dazai #bsd #dazai x reader #dazai x you #dazai osamu #bsd oneshot #bsd osamu dazai #dazai x y/n #dazai x fem reader #royal au #princedazai #villagerreader

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catwouthats · 1 month

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I’m watching The Gay Deceivers. Will give live updates on this post as I edit it.

00:00:58 Starting off Strong with that green screen college tho-

00:01:08 That hat is slay.

00:04:30 aw they have been together since grade school

00:05:27 ish He’s like “I KNOW WHAT YOU AREEEE” once he s

00:05:40 This editing is amazing

00:06:50 OMG THE CENSORSHIP LMAOO

00:07:50 ish “DO YOU MIND IF I KEEP IT I DONT HAVE THIS ONE AT HOME” oh my GOSHHHHHH lmaooooo

00:11:00 Fellas, is it gay to keep on pretending to be gay and to heavily check out your homies when you DONT have too??

00:12:58 Okay but she is SLAYINGGG with that outfit

00:16:20 they are so sick of this shit lol. The gay agenda isn’t the internet, it’s the complexities of war.

00:17:33 THAT BLONDE ONE IS DEFINITELY BISEXUAL I COULD TELL FROM THE BEGINNING

00:19:12 one bedroom troupe but make it gay. Blonde guy is having a bisexual panic over having to share the bed.

00:22:36 He’s dropping so many hints that he wants to be kissed

I love the fake dating trope

00:23:56 I love this gay actor sm

00:24:45 “We’re newly weds..” AH BRO IS SO BISEXUAL ISTG

00:27:05 “Probably have it bugged” you’re just saying that so he kisses you Eliot

00:31:00 THE LANDLORD IS SO NICE??

“I bet he cooks better than you do?” And than he gets jealous, goes downstairs, watches him cook, than is like “shit he is a good cook but he definitely wants us!” Eliot I see you giggling when no one is watching. You’re not slick.

00:35:39 DANNY IS FIGHTING FOR HIS LIFEEE RN

00:37:15 they way I’m panicking with Danny rn…

Okay but why is Danny’s sister homophobic lowkey 💀

00:51:31 oop he caught his bf

00:52:18 so… are you asking him to pay you back in the same way he was gonna pay back her?… bc bro…

01:03:42 why are so many of the girls in this film homophobic??? Acting like gay men are zoo animals to be gauked at and mocked… damn.

01:05:29 uh oh… it’s starting to click for her… she thinks their gay…

They may have girl bossed a little too close to the sun

01:07:25 ooooh… damn they are blaming Danny rn…

01:08:57 Them calling Superman Camp is so real

01:13:58 NO WAY…. No way… omg… bro is too in love with bro to be thinking of anyone else (it’s that or he’s too stressed about the possibility of getting drafted)

01:15:14 NOT ELIOT TRYING TO CHEER UP HIS BF

01:16:30 well Eliot is definitely having fun with the queer lifestyle now…

01:22:55 okay she’s not so homophobic she’s just confused.

Side note: Eliot being a little transphobic has me a little mad, but ofc that would happen bc he’s not used to the queer community.

01:28:30 they girlbossed WAYY too close to the sun…

01:29:55 NAW NOT THAT PLOT TWIST LMAOOOOOOOOO

#the gay deceivers #liveblogging

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bratshaws · 2 years

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goodness gracious 34. brb x oc

(im sorry i love him your honor)

THIS FIC IS 18+ ONLY! MINORS PLS DNI!

a/n: is there enough smut in this fic?????????????????????????? absolutely not and i a m s or ry. im a whore

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pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: fluff then smut, car s3x, Rooster wanted to fuck Bea in the Bronco ever since they got together more news at 10.

chapters:

1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8/9/10/11/12/13/14/15/16/17/18/19/20/21/22/23/24/25/26/27/28/29/30/31/32/33

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“Aunt Penny,” Shells calls, wrapping her arms around her aunt’s waist from behind, “My favorite aunt, the woman that raised me as her own daughter, the most beautiful woman in this whole wide world.” Penny keeps looking down at the glasses she’s refilling, “I have a proposition for you.”

“Of course you do.” the older woman chuckles, handing the tray to Beatrice who took it to a table in the corner of the bar, “What is it?”

“I was thinking that tomorrow, after we win, you could give us all free drinks?” the blonde suggests, giving her aunt a sweet smile which only made the other woman blink in her direction, “Please? Come on, we’ll do so good!”

“After? Not if?”

“Um…aunt Penny.” Shells steps back, gesturing to her then to Beatrice who just got back after giving the patrons their drinks,” Look at us? How would we not win?”

Penny leaned her weight on the bar top, her other hand propped on her hip as she stared the two down. Beatrice looked a bit confused at what was happening, but stood by with the tray being held in both hands with a little smile on her face but her niece just smiled wider, still gesturing to the two of them vigorously like they were both prized mares at an auction. Penny sighs, smiling, but tilts her head to the side as she’s thinking, “Well…I think I can do it just once.”

“Yes!” her niece shouts, but no patron pays attention since they are all used to Shells boisterous and loud personality, “Thanks aunt Penny, I love you.” she says, pressing a kiss to her aunt’s cheek before taking the tray off Bea’s hands, switching places with her so the brunette stood behind the bar.

Beatrice looked up to where she saw Rooster and the other officers close to the pool table, her boyfriend giving her a smile and a wink before bringing the bottle to his lips, keeping eye contact until the brunette moved her gaze away. Penny laughed softly, shaking her head in amusement, “Honestly, I’m so glad you two finally came to your senses and got together.” Beatrice looks towards her with a small smile,so Penny continues, “Because I think me and Shells would go insane the more you two pined for each other without acting on it.”

Bea blushes harder, dropping her gaze to her hands as she dries a glass, “Yeah…Shells said the same thing.” she chuckles, “...I just got nervous about talking to him.”

“I know,Bea. But aren’t you glad you two finally did?” Penny’s smile widened at Beatrice's quiet nod, her cheeks turning a brighter shade of red. Much like her niece, Penny figured out the two of them were pining for each other ages ago, it was obvious and Rooster was anything but subtle.

She lost count of how many times she caught him looking in Beatrice’s direction when the brunette wasn’t looking, only to meet the bar owner’s eyes and then move his own gaze away. Or whenever he played the piano, he’d clear his throat loudly and make a bit of a scene of stretching and popping his knuckles, tossing one quick glance over the bar to see if Bea was looking and Penny would literally see him deflate if Beatrice was busy somewhere else.

“You always missed when he looked at you.” Penny says, making the brunette slowly stop the movements to look back at her, “And he looked at you a lot, every time you were busy or doing something else. He was smitten from the beginning.”

One moment Penny remembers very clearly was during the time Beatrice thought Rooster and Phoenix were together, so she avoided him even more after that, clearly upset even after being told that they were just friends. Penny noticed how Rooster looked up every time she moved, hoping to catch a glimpse of her in any way before she walked away from his view. Penny could see how the pilot desired nothing more than a smidge of her attention, even straightening up on his seat if her body partially turned in his direction.

It was so endearing and so sweet…and so painfully slow that Penny and Shells decided to act up on it because Beatrice would never take a step forward about that, too nervous and shy to approach him.

Penny joined her niece’s shenanigans because like Shells, she knew Bea deserved to have a happy relationship with a guy that genuinely liked her. Knowing that Rooster was a lot bolder with his flirting before he met Beatrice, especially because he didn’t want to scare her away, only proved her gut feeling was right about him.

She had seen many relationships occur while in the bar, but none of them made her heart swell with pride than these two. Just the way they acted to each other, which her niece said was ‘literally disgustingly sweet’, showed they were meant to be together from the very start, they just needed a little push.

“He never told me he looked at me that often.” Beatrice whispered, her cheeks warming up with a smile present on her face “I…I thought it was one sided.”

“It was never one sided, Bea.” Penny smiles, gently bumping her shoulder to the young woman’s, “You guys were just too nervous to act on it.”

Never one sided.

The goblin voice in her head growled, trying to make it seem that it was one sided and Rooster just was with her out of pity, but it sounded meek over time, until nothing more could be heard.

She looked back up again, watching him lean on the pool table with the pool cue on his opposite hand as he chatted with Payback, his head tipping back in a laugh that only made her heart flutter with feelings, like it was still their first weeks together.

It was a great feeling, one she hasn’t felt in so long and she was so happy it never passed, it was still a constant no matter what.

Penny cleared her throat when Beatrice kept looking at Rooster, the young woman blinking back at her in surprise, “Sorry!” she said quietly when Penny nodded in the direction of other patrons that needed their drinks.

Working before the game tomorrow definitely helped get her mind at ease, something about working at a Navy bar filled with patrons that would always need your help for something or the other really distracted her brain. And Rooster too of course.

Every time he’d come to the counter he’d just stay there watching her with half lidded eyes as she went to grab more beers. She didn’t know how, but he’d also sneak a kiss inside of her wrist before going back to their table. Beatrice could only smile and try to act like nothing happened, even if her cheeks were redder than the Budweiser label.

And he knew what he was doing, of course he did. He did say his favorite hobby was making her blush. She does hear a sudden string of Italian coming from the entrance, which was odd, she hasn’t heard any Italian ever coming into the bar.

She turns her head in hopes to check who it could be, gasping loudly as she recognizes the first in the group of five men that wandered in. “Umberto?” her cousin looks up when he hears his name, pulling the Lakers cap off his head to tuck under his arm. He was wearing a simple black t-shirt and jeans, his brown hair combed back but still maintaining the unbelievable thickness everyone in her family seemed to have in their heads.

Umberto’s lips parted in a smile “Cugina!” he laughs, talking something to the officers behind him before he gets closer, already speaking in Italian to her “Ma cosa ci fai qui? Così lontano da casa tua?”

“I work here, Umberto. What are you doing here?” she replies in English, not being able to contain her surprise, her cousin ushering his friends inside the bar as he takes a seat on the stool with his arms folded “I thought you’d go home after aunt Martha’s wedding?”

“Oh, uh…” it takes him a second to translate the words in his head, but when he does he laughs “No, no!I went home after the wedding! Here to do a training program! Just arrived back in the US!” he gestures to the group of men behind him, already seated in a booth,” All of us.”

Umberto’s thick accent and deep voice surely stood out from the usual English speaking atmosphere “Ooohhh, oh okay! And so you guys decided to come here.”

“Yes! Some Navy officers told us this place is nice!” he smiles, “I didn’t know my cugina worked here, do I get free drinks then?”

Beatrice laughs, “Oh I don’t think so.” she says, ‘But I can suggest something to drink.”

“Yes I’d like–” he turns his head to the pool table, where he sees a known face, “Eh! BRADSHAW!” he laughs, pushing himself off the stool and marching through the crowd towards a surprised Bradley, who immediately laughed and engulfed the other man in a hug, the two aviators clapping each on the back like old friends.

Which made Beatrice smile fondly, watching her Italian cousin greet her boyfriend with such gusto genuinely made her stomach flutter with even more butterflies. She saw Bradley gesture to Umberto to the other officers, who in turn got up to greet him as well, Umberto looking back to his own friends and beckoning them closer.

“I thought I heard an Italian cacophony.” Shells said as she neared the bar top, looking back at the large group “Your family keeps showing up here, we might need to fine you or something.”

Beatrice laughs, playfully shoving her friend’s shoulder who just joins with her own loud cackle. Meanwhile, Umberto introduces all the other officers to Bradley and the others, digging his hands inside his pockets as he watched them play pool with interest while still talking to Bradley, “Yes,we are here for the training program.” he says with a smile, “We arrived just a few hours ago.”

“I mean, pretty cool, man.” Bradley smiles, “Looks like we’ll see each other then, I’m coming back from my leave on Monday.” it tastes bitter when he says it, the memory he won’t have Bea every day for a while made his insides clench unpleasantly. Maybe he shouldn’t have stayed with her for so long, because now he’d feel very lonely inside his apartment for a while - yes he’d still see her but it wasn’t the same thing!- without her warmth and her scent and everything that reminded him of her.

Umberto hums, like Beatrice and most of her family does, he notices that it must be something common within all of them, “Nice! Good to know!It will be interesting!” the Italian officer looked at the pool table with interest but it wasn’t Bradley who asked him if he wanted to play.

Instead, it was Nat, “Are you going to play or are you just looking?” she asks, leaning on the pool cue while keeping her eyes on the brown haired man. Umberto blinks in surprise, his lips parting in a brilliant smile that makes the dimples on his cheeks more visible.

“Oh, I am a bit um…arrugginito? Rusty.” he translates quickly, “But I suppose I can play a bit.”

Nat smirks, “Sounds good, how about you and me then? Just to start off easy.”

“Oh I have a feeling it won’t be that easy.” Umberto laughs, grabbing one of the extra pool cues on the wall. Bradley watched this interaction with his eyebrows furrowed, going back and forth between the two with his lips pursed…he could be wrong but he was sure that Nat was definitely flirting with Umberto.

Oh she gave him the look she was definitely flirting with him. Umberto was a cool guy, from what he knew about him,he just seemed a bit oblivious to Nat’s obvious advances. He chose to step back then, telling the others he was going to let them have fun for the night…which basically meant ‘I miss my girlfriend but she’s at work right now so I’ll go to the bar counter until she’s ready to leave.’

So he did, smiling when he met Beatrice’s gaze over the counter, “I think you noticed your cousin is here.” he says, gesturing to where Umberto and the other Italian officers were, Bea’s cousin smiling at the noise of the pool balls clicking together and him scoring a point.

“I did.” she smiles, refilling the napkin holder on the side “I don’t know how long he’ll be here though, he did say something about training so maybe…a few weeks?”

“That’d be a good assumption.” he replies, dropping his eyes down her waist and legs slowly, fully aware that Bea can see him doing that, clearing her throat softly, “What?”

“You are ogling me.”

“You are beautiful.” he says as if it was obvious, giving her a nonchalant shrug and a little smirk.

She chuckles quietly, her cheeks warming up to a lovely red color as she shakes her head, still getting shivers all over her body from his voice alone. A lot of things changed once she met Bradley, she discovered a lot of kinks she never thought she’d have.

The voice kink was something she had for a while, his voice - and his accent - were so nice to hear, she’d probably go insane just hearing him talk. Or sing. Or hearing how deep and raspy it’d get in the mornings. She was delving into dangerous territory, a territory she couldn’t really get too into since she’s still working and that’d be highly inappropriate and very distracting.

But could she be blamed?

She sneakily looked his way, where she could see the expanse of golden skin and firm muscles under the bar lights.

She couldn’t be blamed.

“Bea,” he says then, squinting his eyes playfully, “Are you ogling me?” shit, she was caught when she was trying to be subtle. She didn’t even have to answer, her cheeks answered his question like always. If he wasn’t so handsome and if she didn’t love him so much, that cheeky smirk on his face would make her so mad. She just rolled her eyes, moving away from him and trying to forget what happened.

By the time she left the bar she was still thinking about it, chewing on her lower lip inside the bronco and keeping her hands on top of her lap. From time to time she would give him a few looks, following the line of his bicep as it disappeared under the short sleeve of his Hawaiian shirt.

She tapped her fingers on her denim clad thighs, trying to keep her eyes away without much success. Part of her suggested that they could do something, after all it’d probably help her nerves because of the game tomorrow, right? The other part, the horniest part of her brain, was glad they were parked in such a dark area close to the beach to enjoy the scenery after having dinner together, since there was no one out there it gave them a bit of privacy in case they wanted to do…certain things.

Immediately her eyes widened at the sudden thought, inhaling sharply, then crossing her arms over her bust as she tried to yank the image out of her head, sinking deeper into the passenger seat until she was almost sliding out of it. Bradley looked at her by the corner of his eye, seeing her face partially buried by the thick jacket she wore to work, chewing her lower lip with her eyebrows curved downwards, “Babe?” he calls, only to see Beatrice sink even more, her knees touching the front panel “Babe, are you okay?”

“Yeah.”

“...you sure? You are almost out of the seat.” she must’ve noticed that now, because she blinked and looked around herself, then sheepishly wriggled herself upwards. Maybe these thoughts are just because his leave was nearing its end and she was just…trying to get all the ideas out before he goes back to his apartment.

Interestingly that only made the thought appear even more tempting than before. She made a little sound of despair, cupping her hands on her warm cheeks as she felt conflicted about what to do. On one hand…it was horribly enticing, on the other there was no way he’d say yes. This car was his baby, he’d never agree to it.

But what if he did? She just made another sound, covering her face then and further worrying Bradley with how she was acting, “Baby, do you feel sick? What’s wrong?”

“I…” she chews her lower lip even more, the already red flesh getting more irritated, “There’s nothing wrong I’m okay, just a bit tired.” The pilot furrows his eyebrows and Beatrice takes notice that the roar of the ocean surely would cover any noise, maybe if they were quiet– no. No. No. Not a good idea.

He hums, “Alright.” he says sweetly, dropping his large hand on her thigh to caress the denim covered flesh back and forth. It didn’t help her situation whatsoever, but she wasn’t going to move his hand away when it was so nice and making her body react so nicely to it too. Why did he have to have such huge hands, with thick fingers that she felt more times than she could count and she loved it so much.

She wasn’t sure if he noticed how her thighs clenched together, if he did he didn’t mention it. Her breathing uneven as she cautiously looks at him when he stops his hand right on the crease between her pelvis and thigh, fingers dangerously close to the apex, his pinky finger touching the zipper of her jeans.

God she hoped she wouldn’t regret this. And that he’d forgive her for even thinking about it. She cups his face in her hands and kisses him deeply, his eyebrows going up in surprise with a startled hum vibrating into her open mouth, but he gets back to it quickly. His lips curved into a smile against her mouth, swallowing her soft moans when his tongue dipped inside, the hand on her thigh now moved up to touch her skin under the jacket.

Beatrice whimpers,her bag falling on the car’s floor mats with a dull ‘thud’, slowly standing up on her knees to climb over his lap and straddle him. Surprisingly, at least for her, it wasn’t a tight fit as she thought it’d be, her legs weren’t hitting anything that wasn’t the side of Bradley’s thighs and the driver’s seat.

She moaned into his mouth, still not believing she was doing this, and was ready to pull back and ask him if this was okay, but the way his hands frantically started unzipping her jacket and yanking it out of her body gave her a straight answer right away. He dragged his lips down her jawline, his mustache tickling against her feverish skin as he tossed the jacket to the passenger seat.

Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea after all. “God, I fucking love,” he says between kisses, “When you do shit like this.” she mewls in response, her hands cupping the back of his head to keep him biting her neck. He ground their hips together, the seam of her pants pressing right against her clit with the sudden movement, making her entire body shudder in response.

Their mouths meet again in a heated lip lock, “Backseat?” she questions out of breath against his lips.

“Fuck, yes, backseat.” she kisses his lips one last time before she climbs out of his lap, not seeing how his eyes followed the globes of her ass until she sat down, kicking off her converse and then tugging down her pants down her legs, tossing them on top of her shoes. He quickly yanked the glove compartment open, rummaging through it for a bit until he found one condom hidden behind a pile of stuff he honestly wasn’t focused enough to check right now.

He was already pulling out his Hawaiian shirt before going to the backseat, dropping it on top of Bea’s clothes - which now had not only her pants but her undershirt too. He couldn’t help the pained groan when he saw her wearing just her undergarments, even if they weren’t matching there was something so sexy about it.

Maybe it was just Beatrice.

“Fuck you are so, beautiful.” he breathes out, meeting her lips in a kiss, pulling back to remove his white tee shirt before melding their lips together again. She whimpered, the fabric of the backseat warming her skin, her back arching so their chest would touch. But Rooster had other plans, he pressed open mouthed kisses from her jawline to the valley of her breasts, then past below her stomach - an area she still flinched whenever given love - until he reached her panties.

Their space was limited and since Bradley was so tall and broad, he had to figure out ways they could work this out. Because god damn it, it was one of his many fantasies and the fact that Bea initiated it was driving him completely insane. His defined chest heaved with pants as he looked down right at the apex of her thighs, where just by brushing his fingers over the fabric of her striped boyshorts he could feel how wet she was.

Since there wasn’t a lot of room to move, there wasn’t much they could do as much as he wanted. Plus he was already bursting at the seams, literally, just looking at her body flushed and her eyes looking at him through a heavy lidded gaze. He quickly got rid of his pants and underwear, Beatrice following right behind, “C’mere.” he says,grabbing her hand after he rolls the condom on, following her movements as she returns to sit on his lap, his cock pressed between her outer lips and his navel.

She breathes in and out softly, draping her arms around his neck, “Is this okay?”

“It’s more than okay, gorgeous.” he replies, sliding a hand between the two to align himself, slowly pushing inside and watching her eyelids flutter shut. No matter how often they do it, everytime he hilts inside of her it’s like the first time. “Holy…shit…” he whispers, grabbing the plush curve of her hips with both hands before he moves, at a vagarous pace at first.

Beatrice whimpers, her bare chest touching his as her own hips move in a wave like motion that breaks out a moan out of him, the hands on her hips now go separate ways, one going up to hold her shoulder and the other grabbing the soft flesh of her ass cheek. Beatrice whimpers, continuing with the wave motions of her hips, her hair falling over the two like a curtain of chocolate brown.

Bradley groans again, dropping his nape on the backseat as he watches her move on top of him, she was still a bit nervous but it’s gotten a lot better since the very first time they did it. She now moved a lot freely, which he was very happy to see because not only was it great for him it also meant she was losing a bit of the shyness and nerves she had around him.

“God, baby…” he coos, the hand on her shoulder dragging back to her chest, “You look so fucking good on top of me, so fucking good. Taking me so well,” she whimpers in response already, “Taking my cock so well, Bea.”

“Brad…”

“Yeah, you do.” he says, “You are so fucking sexy all the fucking time.” Bradley drags his eyes to the flushed skin of her chest, her breasts moving with the movement of their pacing, “With amazing breasts and an even better ass.” he finishes the sentence by slapping the said ass, the sound echoing inside the car alongside her yelped moan, “Were you thinking about us fucking here?” she nods mutely, furrowing her eyebrows at a deep thrust “Was that why you were so red earlier?” another nod, this time with her forehead touching his.

He could feel her wetness sliding down his thighs and onto the seat, but he honestly couldn’t care less right now. This was way too hot for him to care. “Brad…please…” he was moving his hips deeper, and while it was good she needed a lot more.

“What do you need, Bea?”

“...you….t-to move….more…”

“But I am moving.”

She lifts her head to meet his infuriating little smirk, her own hips moving faster in hopes he’d get the hint, “Brad…” she digs her nails on his shoulders, “Please…” Beatrice lets out a breath of relief when his arms wrap around her waist then, possibly he was just losing it as she was, needing release.

Both of them could feel the car rocking and hoped really hard that no one wanted to have a sudden middle of the night stroll in this darkened part of the road, because it’d be obvious something was going on. The windows fogged up, their moaning mingling together into one while Bradley’s hips moved upwards in a quick repetitive movement, breaking whatever line of thought Beatrice was about to have, “Oh God, Brad!!”

“Yeah, baby,” he coos, giving another slap to the opposite buttcheek as his hips pistoned up, “Are you going to cum? Hm?” she moans out a broken ‘yes’, keeping up with his thrusting with her voice cracking , “God, you feel so good, so fucking good!” He could hear how wet she was, alongside both of them moaning as quietly as they could with their hips slapping together vigorously.

Beatrice moans louder and louder, she was so close. She wasn’t even thinking when she slid a hand between their bodies to touch herself and fasten her climax. What she did not expect was how that would affect Bradley, whose eyes immediately widened when he saw her moving her fingers quickly and his thrusts fastened to an almost inhuman speed, “Holy fuuuuuckkk!!!” he wasn’t quiet when he came this time, his moan was loud enough she was sure it shook the windows.

She wasn’t too far behind, her whole body tensing up as she screamed against his neck, curling her toes as her orgasm hit with full force. Her whimpers continued for a while as her body shook with aftershocks, shuddering with his arms still wrapped around her waist. It takes a few minutes for either of them to say something, Bea breaking the hot and heavy silence, her face pressed on his sweaty chest, “Brad?” she calls, seeing he’s still breathing heavily, his head leaning back on the seat leaving his throat exposed, “Brad? Are you okay?”

She moves a bit to check on him and he immediately holds her hips, ‘No,no,no,no, stop.” he says quickly, his voice still shaky “Don’t-don’t move.” Beatrice blinks, but stays put, pressing her ear to his chest and hearing his rapidly beating heart, his own breathing still shaking as he was coming down of his high, “Jesus fucking Christ. That was…really good…”

“...really?”

He chuckles, “Really? She says, God, Bea.” he finally looks down at her, his face beautifully flushed and shining with sweat, his hair a complete mess and eyelids low, ��It was so fucking good I don’t think I’ll be able to move for a little while.” he was still sensitive with such a powerful climax taking all the air out of his lungs.

Beatrice couldn’t help the little smile on her face, her cheeks turning red but for a completely different reason. When he finally says she can move, she pushes herself up and kisses his lips,”I love you.”

Bradley’s eyes soften, one of his hands caressing her cheek, “I love you too, gorgeous. Now,” he drops the hand down to her hip, “We should go back, because I’m not nearly half as done with you.”

Beatrice widens her eyes, “But, Brad–”

“Consider this a pre-game workout gorgeous.” he smirks, kissing her lips soundly then slapping her butt to hear her sharp yelp of surprise echo around the interior of his car.

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Yes! Precure 5 Gogo! Episode Guide

In case you want to watch Otona Precure but completely forgot what happened in the Yes! 5 series, here's a refresher on the eps that are actually important. Season 1's list has also been updated.

Plot is bolded. Recommended filler (character development oriented) is italicized. Skippable episodes grouped in block quote. For insight into how I decided what was what, look at the read more.

1 — Start

2 — So what even is going on, anyway?

3 — Syrup & Mailpo (+Komachi highlights, Emerald Saucer)

4 — Urara’s audition pt 1... +1 Monarch, get! (+ Syrup focus, Prism Chain)

5 — JK the Monarch’s snoozing. Here’s Karen’s student council duties (Sapphire Arrow, some Syrup focus)

6 — Donut King wakes up (Rin + Syrup focus, Fire Strike)

7 — Visit to Palmier Kingdom (Milk focus; Nozo x Coco, Koma/Nuts bait) Main thing that’s important (blue seed) is flashbacked to later.

8 — Letter from an unlikely sender (Syrup focus) Anything important is covered again in ep 13

9 — Detective Komachi (comedic)

10 — Milky Rose

11 — First Henchman defeated

12 — Kurumi joins school

13 — Syrup lore

14 — Kurumi’s identity

15 — Childhood Best Friends Refresher #1: Rin & Nozomi (+1 Monarch, get!) More of Rin protecting Nozomi (like her first Cure episode in S1) 16 — Childhood Best Friends Refresher #2: Komachi & Karen Basically S1 Ep28, which they directly reference.

17 — IRL comedian propaganda (not really funny)

18 — Urara trying at her job pt 2 (Urara + Syrup focus)

19 — Karen writes a letter to her parents (Karen & Kurumi focus)

20 — Komachi & Madoka

21 — Group cooking (Rin & Nozomi focus)

22 — Nozomi teaches Rin’s siblings (Nozomi, Syrup, Coco focus)

23 — Midseason Crisis

24 — New Finisher

25 — New henchmen, Syrup moves in

26 — The Precure save a city

27 — Komachi conducts exposure therapy on Rin

28 — Monarch #3...and she’s really annoying...and in love with Coco. And doesn’t say anything new lore wise. 29 — Yet another new henchman who plays tennis. (Rin & Karen focus) 30 — A wonky Kaguyahime (Nozomi & Kurumi focus)

31 — New powerup for Milky Rose (Kurumi & Nuts focus)

32 — Ant-sized Precure 33 — A friend's curry shop needs to curry favor with the public! (Urara focus)

34 — Goodbye annoying Monarch (Nozomi x Coco) Honestly, I feel like this is skippable too but if you don’t watch this you won’t have any episodes with this Monarch according to this guide.

35 — Bunbee Cringe Reel

36 — Rigged Quiz Show Part 1 (Karen & Kurumi focus)

37 — Rigged Quiz Show Part 2 (Karen & Kurumi focus)

38 — Red & Blue Rose Powerup that is never seen again (Kurumi & Nozomi focus, henchmen defeated)

39 — Last Monarch (Karen focus)

40 — Urara’s audition part 3 (Urara + Syrup focus)

41 — Tennis/Magician henchman finally reveals his identity to them (Rin focus)

42 — Goodbye Evil Granny (Komachi focus)

43 — A visit from the Director (Nozomi focus)

44 — The Precure act as Santa (Syrup focus) The fight with the henchman is basically all that’s relevant, since it alerts him to the existence of a letter

45-48 — Finale

Long explanation of methodology below:

When I make these guides, I generally aim for the least amount of required episodes to follow major developments. If an important fact is introduced in one episode and then is flashed back to in a subsequent episode, I'll just mark the second as plot instead of the first because the necessary information is repeated. As such, I may mark the introduction (and sometimes death) of a villain as non plot if they don't actually introduce any new mechanic or real threat and are just showing that they exist or don't exist anymore. This is also because most villains in Precure don't actually get a development arc.

In this season, plot refers to Syrup's storyline, the rose garden, and any new major Precure powers. I also bothered to mark villain defeats for this one since they seemed to be trying a little more than normal to show us villain relations (primarily in Anacondy's cruel desperation). And the ones that had nothing to do with anyone's character development got vaporized in new powerups which would have been marked as plot anyway.

As for the monarchs, well. They're technically plot since they need 4 of them to open the road to the rose garden, but they also don't add much to the show in terms of character development (besides the first one, Donut King). At some point when it feels like a "gotta catch 'em all" situation like in S1, I really didn't feel like people would be missing out on much by not seeing all their introduction episodes.

Recommended filler indicates one or more of the following:

There is some form of character exploration here, whether that's development, talking about their past, or showcasing a new relationship dynamic between multiple characters. Basically, if I feel like it's somewhat new to them and not just reaffirming the status quo at the end of it, I mark it as recommended.

They get some small new attack that didn't have a ton of buildup to it. (If it really feels like it's pulled out of nowhere I may just mark it as filler, though that didn't happen in this season.)

The episode is particularly comedic (these are always marked in case you still want to skip them.)

The episode is strangely well directed and yet it isn't a plot episode, or it generally stands out in setup

They had some plot information that is sort of repeated in the future but not completely flashed back to. In which case it's a gray area and I just threw it in here and probably left a note.

And filler is everything else. Maybe it's really boring or annoying to watch, maybe it's just an okay episode that would be enjoyable for someone who isn't looking for much character development. Maybe it's a character learning the same lesson over again and was marked as filler for repetition. You can always watch the previews from previous episodes to see if the content piques your interest.

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HEADCANONS! [modern au] pt.2

ft. aot characters.

see pt.1 here

sasha is very skillful and knows embroidery and sewing. she’s also a fast learner

armin’s fav movie is interstellar

mikasa loves apples!!

reiner takes pottery classes in his free time. he’s made cups for annie, bertholdt and eren. also that cup is now annie’s fav and she only drinks her coffee from that

eren doodles alot absent mindedly. and his fav thing to doodle is fishes

zeke sucks at cooking and lives off on takeout and cheap microwave meals so sometimes carla sends him some home cooked meals from time to time

mikasa has a v cozy balcony in her apartment w lots of pillows and fairy lights <33 sometimes when she has eren and others for dinner they all sit out in the balcony and drink hot cocoa or coffee

levi and hange live next to each other and have spare keys to each other’s apartments

at some point levi had bought too much detergent and cleaning liquid from the company so they sent him a huge hamper full of cleaning products for being a faithful customer ✨✨ he was giddy abt it for dayss

connie makes origami crafts when he’s bored, he’s made an origami dragon for jean

jean deff acts like he’s filming a yt video when he’s getting ready 💀 “hey guys welcome or welcome back to my channel. i have a meeting to run to in 15 mins and also that’s my daily podcast in the bg. today’s outfit is this grey shirt and-“

connie’s ideal date is watching anime at home or an amusement park w his s/o

sasha’s fav color is orange

sasha, jean and connie have a joint playlist with their fav songs and also add new songs they discover

annie has the biggest crush on steve harrington (we all do).. and nobody knows abt it. no one even knows she watches stranger things

mikasa really likes sushi and goes out w sasha often to get sushi

jean has the couple dance trend on tiktok saved and really hopes to do it w mikasa

levi is not fond of desserts or spicy food at all, he hates overpowered flavors

mikasa has really good skin, like the typical glass skin you see on korean idols and everyone always envys her

eren has mild acne from his teen years

marco follows booktok and got really into reading after he read “they both die at the end” by adam silvera

betrtholdt is allergic to pollen

eren lovesss wearing socks. he’d be the kind of person to slide around on the floor w his socks and gets really happy if you gift him a pair

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d66 Speech Quirks

Not everyone likes or is confident "doing voices" when role playing. (Which is totally okay! It’s acceptable to just describe what your character says and does if that is more comfortable for you than acting it out.) Even without "doing the voice," you can still make characters sound unique through use of speech quirks.

It could be a phrase they say a lot, a particular word they say a bit differently, or a particular pattern in the way they speak. I recommend two quirks, to give a character a really recognizable voice. Feel free to re-roll if one of your quirks seems incompatible with the other. (For those who don’t know, a d66 is rolling two six-sided die: one for the ten’s digit, and one for the one’s digit.)

No accents or voice changes required!

Many of these can even be described to the other players if you’re not comfortable vocalizing/acting them out.

11: Consistently uses “one thousand” as an arbitrary number, no matter how (in)appropriate the scale. “That’s one thousand miles away!” “One thousand apologies, my good sir.” “Just give me like, one thousand more seconds.”

12: Frequently clicks their tongue when they are about to start talking or to change topics.

13: Tends to compare things to vegetables. “She’s as bitter as a brussel sprout.” “The beds here are warm and soft like mashed potatoes.”

14: Often says “it’s basically a sure thing”, especially as a display of confidence.

15: Mumbles the first couple words of a string of thought before trying again more clearly.

16: Gets quieter when they are angry.

21: Says “one” in place of the article “a.” “It’s a trap” becomes “It’s one trap!”

22: Makes a gurgling sound when they are frustrated.

23: Gets quieter towards the end of each sentence, especially when they are unsure of themselves. “I thought I saw him head for the pier, but it was dark outside.”

24: Says proper nouns slightly slower. “We found B i l l’ s boots.” “I left it behind in B l u e s t o n e H a l l.”

25: Squeaks when they are startled or surprised.

26: Pronounces “the” with a short ă sound. “Tha.”

31: Gets louder when they are confused.

32: Frequently calls people “Biff,” especially when they don’t know their name.

33: Whenever they list multiple things, they pause briefly between each thing.

34: Tends to say the last word in their string of thought a bit louder, as if denoting they are done speaking.

35: Says “ooooh” a lot, especially before pointing out something that catches their interest. “Oooh, are those new gloves?” “Oooh, I heard the circus is in town!”

36: Always pauses after saying a proper noun. “That’s Gilbert’s… helmet.” “Queen Vellas… would not approve.” “We’re on our way to Greenburg… to buy supplies.”

41: Has only one volume: booming.

42: Often begins a new line of thought or change in topic by saying “Wait, wait,” first.

43: Tends to over-apologize, even for minor things, by saying “really” multiple times before a “sorry.”

44: Says “grr” instead of “um” or “uh” when stammering.

45: Pronounces “that” as “atta.” “They went atta way.” “Atta’s my beer!”

46: Frequently ends statements of facts or details with “and them’s the beans.”

51: Repeats the “s” sound one too many times to indicate posession. “That is Nina’s’s ring.”

52: Speaks much too quickly when they get excited.

53: Tends to start a conversation a bit quieter before building up to a normal volume.

54: Always says adjectives in pairs. “It’s by the small, green box.” “I found an old, rusty sword.” "It's a huge, orange dragon!"

55: Always ends requests with the phrase “if you would, please.”

56: Often says “your” when they mean to say “you.”

61: Tends to draw out the long ū/ew/oo sound in words. “Was he wearing a bluuue cape?” “The mooon was full that night.”

62: Has a habit of appending “yeah?” at the end of their statements, as if making sure you’re following along.

63: Frequently describes quantities as “just a bit,” no matter the scale.

64: Often has to count numbers or days of the week aloud to remember them confidently.

65: Frequently describes things as “cool as ice.”

66: Avoids contractions, preferring to say complete words. Can’t Can not. That’s That is.

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50 Facts About My Mockingbird FNAF AU

TW:ABUSE MENTION//SH//DEATH

#1: The crying child’s name is Evan. Out of the names I’ve seen most commonly, I just liked Evan the most.

#2: Fritz and Michael are two completely different people in this AU.

#3: Evans' cannon death is a common reoccurring dream of Michael’s. It began after Elizabeth’s death.

#4: William's favorite child is Elizabeth, however Mrs. Afton doesn’t play favorites.

#4: Michael has a small birthmark under his collarbone on his right shoulder that looks like a heart.

#5: I accidentally wrote Lauren and CG5 into this AU because both CG5’s FNAF songs and Lauren’s sister location sims series were the two most frequent things I watched while writing.

#6: Astrid is a reused character. I originally wrote her into a different fnaf AU of mine.

#7: Evan is the only living Afton child.

#8: Henry is such a good dad man istg. Like he parents Charlie along with being there for the Afton kids.

#9: The missing children aren’t really vengeful. They’re just fucking morons who like to goof off and annoy the crap out of Evan and Henry

#10: Michael goes out in a shit mindset. Poor kid was so stressed and overwhelmed.

#11: Michael sees Henry as a father figure <3

#12: Jeremy and Fritz will occasionally slap each other if they see one another in public

#13: Michael possesses the Lolbit animatronic.

#14: Charlie died at 14, Michael died at 15, and Elizabeth died at 6

#15: Vanessa and Jeremy are siblings.

#16: Lauren is honestly one of the most obnoxious people you’ll ever meet when it comes to ships.

#17: Elizabeth and Michael have always loved soft things and get upset that they can’t feel them now.

#18: Michael has facial dysmorphia.

#19: Clara loves cats more than William.

#20: William, Henry, and Clara have known eachother since collage

#21: The rest of the 4 tormentors exist in this au they’re just irrelevant to the plot.

#22: Evan likes Jeremy the most out of all of Michaels friends.

#23: Michael had a trunk full of some of Elizabeth and Clara’s favorite items after he died. Jeremy offered to keep the trunk in his closet since William had a habit of destroying things. After Michael’s disappearance some of his stuff was added.

#24: Evan, Henry, and Jeremy designed the Security Breach animatronics

#25: Susie’s kinda stupid so Michael, Charlie, and Cassidy always have to keep a close eye on her

#26: Michael and Vanessa have a really weird friend dynamic. They’ll go from not talking for weeks to acting like they’re best friends and have spoken every day of their lives

#27: The only Afton who Michael openly talked about his sexuality (pansexual) with was Clara. He hasn’t told anyone else in the family since William is openly homophobic. Evan knows only because Lauren, Fritz, and Astrid make such a big deal of shipping them.

#28: William is manipulative as fuck.

#29: Henry cut all contact with William after Michael’s death. He still checked up on Evan frequently.

#30: Evan and Michael are momma’s boys while Elizabeth is a daddy’s girl.

#31: Cassidy and Evan don’t really get along.

#32: Jeremy got chomped while he and Henry were updating Mangle’s look for the Mega Pizzaplex.

#33: Michael beats himself up over the fact that he can’t give his siblings a lot.

#34: Clara absolutely adores seeing Michael and Jeremy so close.

#35: Elizabeth is a really good bullshiter.

#36: Michael self harms.

#37: Michael doesn’t cry often. When Evan found his older brother crying on the bathroom floor it genuinely terrified him. This was also when he learned about Michaels self harm, though he didn’t understand it until he got older.

#38: William doesn’t straight up beat the shit out of his family, but they’ve each gotten punched or slapped by him while they were alive on multiple occasions

#39: Astrid started using the phrase “gotta look your prettiest when you feel your shittiest” after she and Fritz forced Michael to let them do his hair and give him a facial.

#40: Jeremy’s favorite song is “As It Was”

#41: This takes place in the late 1900s however some modern songs are brought up

#42: Gregory is two years younger than Evan and looks up to him as a mentor.

#43: Elizabeth used to look up to Charlie as she was one of the only female role models in her life.

#44: Fritz and Astrid are twins.

#45: William has been springlocked twice.

#46: Fritz wants to be a writer and often asks Evan to tell him stories of his childhood so he can write them down. Gregory loves listening in on this, though he’ll never admit it.

#47: Evan is really good at cooking.

#48: Both Michael and Evan have inherited their fathers genes however Michael has light freckles on his face and arms like his mother.

#49: Sun and Moon scare the shit out of Jeremy and Evan. Gregory and Michael think this is the funniest thing.

#50: Death order- Clara, Elizabeth, Michael, William. Evans still alive <3

#fnaf au #fnaf fandom #fnaf fanfic #the afton kids #the afton family #jeremike #jeremy fitzgerald #michael afton #fritz smith #elizabeth afton #evan afton #clara afton #william afton #gregory fnaf #vanessa fnaf #alternate universe #crossover #50 facts

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Okay actually I do want to bring up the Ella thing. I haven't seen it mentioned in the reviews and commentary I've seen, but there are so many things wrong with Lightlark that it's easy to blink and miss any one thing (especially when all of the characters are so utterly nothing)

Ella, the Starling who acts as Isla's attendant during the Centennial, has a mis-healed injury that affects her mobility and causes her frequent pain. This is used entirely as a convenient way for Isla to earn her trust by giving her a miraculous healing "elixir."

“I notice you walk with a limp, Ella,” she [Isla] said.

The Starling girl looked taken aback. She took a shaky step away, and Isla wondered if she should have waited longer . . . or if she had been too direct. The girl’s hand went instinctively to her leg. “My—my bone,” Ella finally said. “It broke a while ago and never healed right” (33).

[...]

“Well,” Isla said, reaching into the pocket in her dress. “This should help.” She handed over the tub of paste, a Wildling healing elixir made from specially grown flora. The same potion that had healed the cut on her palm from the ceremony the day before (33).

Aside from a very brief bit in Ella's first scene where she "race[s] away with a noticeable amount of trouble" (15), this is the first clear mention of Ella's disability. Basically, it only comes up so that Isla can ✨heroically✨ give her a cure for it on the same page.

(Disclaimer: These page numbers are from the Kindle ebook, so I don't know how accurate they are to any other edition of the book.)

I know this is going to seem like nitpicking to a lot of people, but "minor character has a disability just so the protagonist can 'fix' them" is just a lazy, inconsiderate trope. At least Aster is very obviously not trying to treat this like any kind of "representation," but that doesn't make it any less exhausting.

#i threw this together p quickly after ruminating on it since like saturday #so i may have more to say/amendments to make #and fantasy is p often unkind to disabled characters but this isn't even malicious it's just pure laziness and that's Frustrating TM #anyway #Lightlark #critique

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Love Song for a Vampire Pt.20

Pairing(s): Edward Cullen x Wolf!Reader, Edward Cullen x Bella Swan Warnings: none Words: 3348 Summary: You meet Carmen and Eleazor. Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25 Part 26 Part 27 Part 28 Part 29 Part 30 Part 31 Part 32 Part 33 Part 34 Part 35 Part 36 Part 37 Part 38 Part 39

Your summer school homework was the bane of your existence, tapping your pencil incessantly against your bottom lip as you stared at the jumble of letters and numbers. Whose idea was it to put letters in math anyway? Perhaps you would have known had you paid more attention in your classes instead of falling asleep or thinking of your wolf life. A life no one else in your class was aware of.

There was a small school on the La Push reservation that must have had the smallest classes in the state. Only a hand few of other students attended. A smaller class should have been better for your scholastic life right? Not when you part-timed as a wolf at night. Such an essential part to both the safety of La Push and Forks yet no one else was to know except for your fellow school going pack members who found lessons to be just as tedious. Well, excluding Quil. None of you knew how he did it, but he had passed all of his classes with a strong C across the board. You refused to accept that Quil, the same kid who used to eat sand when he was younger, was actually smarter than you.

Rubbing your fingers against your forehead, you lean back in your chair and close your eyes if just for a moment. Your body ached to run. To shed your useless human skin and take the powerful form of your wolf. Unfortunately your mom and dad had put their foot down on you at least finishing one homework assignment before you left to gallivant with the rest of your pack. By all means it was fair, but that was of little consolation now that you were faced with actually doing the work. You could take down newborn vampires but math was another battle that you were ill-equipped to handle.

You were all too eager to answer your phone when it started to ring. The caller ID had every cell in your body leaping for joy. Edward was calling. How long had it been since you heard his voice?

Feeling guilty at how excited you were at the prospect of talking to him, you squash down those damnable butterfly flutters and pick up your phone. Did Bella tell him of the lunch you two spent together? It didn’t seem like they were speaking with one another.

With great trepidation and elation, you press your thumb on the green answer button.

Rude to stare at people, you were unable to prevent your eyes from gawking at the two new vampires that stood before you. Their gold eyes told you have the identical vegetarian lifestyle that the Cullens had.

“Carmen, Eleazor, this is (y/n).” Edward introduces you with a hint of pride that you caught onto quickly. You needed to act cool. Show them that his presence didn’t affect you as much as it actually did. If they were close to Edward, he must have told them everything including that you had essentially deemed him to be your soulmate. “(Y/n), these are two members of the Denali coven. Eleazor used to be in the Volturi a long time ago. They wanted to meet both you and Bella. Get acquainted with you if we are to fight alongside each other in the future.”

So it was certain then, another battle loomed in the distance. Whether it happens a week from now or a month, Edward was already preparing for when the Volturi discovered that Bella had changed her mind about becoming a vampire and would remain human. You would have to fight for her safety once again. This time though it was different. Like you understood her better. Not that you ever resented her.

After your only real interaction with her though, you came to the conclusion that she was a good person who didn’t want any of this chaos either. In fact it seemed she resented herself a little bit for not being able to protect herself, let alone being able to protect Edward.

During your time in that diner, Bella had told you in detail what had happened in Italy when she first encountered the Volturi. All about why Edward went there in the first place and the underlying cruelty that lay underneath their put together facade. They were vampires that didn’t believe in drinking animal blood. Preferring the richness of that blood that flowed through humans instead.

She had been unable to protect him from a certain Volturi member’s power that caused invisible pain to grip its victim. Surprisingly though it hadn’t done anything to her. Bella seemed immune to this Jane’s power.

Pulling your lips into an easy grin, you held out your hand to the both of them. “Nice to meet you. It’s refreshing to meet a vampire that isn’t trying to kill me.”

Both Carmen and Eleazor smile at your little joke. Carmen shakes your hand first, her palm and fingers are like ice as they press against your warm hand. She didn’t recoil from your wolf scent, showed no sign like some of the other Cullen members had displayed when you first met them.

“This is the first time either of us have met anyone like you. Our world never ceases to amaze me. I wonder what other creatures could be thriving among us.” Eleazor comments after taking his turn to shake your hand.

That twisted face of Xiomara was like an incessant phantom in the back of your mind. Rearing it’s head up every so often to remind you of what real monsters existed. Monsters that shouldn’t be real and should stay in fairytales.

“I’m sure my alpha will want to meet the two of you as well. Show you the proof of our alliances with the Cullens.” Sam would be interested once you told him. A safe idea for you to come meet the new vampires first as you now seemed to be some sort of ambassador between the wolves and vampires. “How long will the two of you be staying here?”

“As long as it takes for us to come up with a decision and proposition for the other members of our coven.” Carmen sighs. “Three of them are still not so sure. Especially about working with your kind.”

Yeah, some members would have a problem with accepting two more so soon. Many were finally warming up to the members of the Cullen family. This new camaraderie was delicate. New and uncertain.

“We’re hoping this visit will make them come around.” Says Edward. “Depending on what Carmen and Eleazor say. They will respect their words far more than mine.”

“Not by any default of your’s.” Eleazor reassures Edward. The other three members decision was nothing of the personal nature against Edward, but surely he would be biased.

“Irina will be the real issue.” Honey gold eyes glance at you. “A male she was very interested in was killed by one of your kind.”

Wincing, you remembered the incident. The panic that had ensued because that vampire had tried to attack Bella in the woods of wolf territory. The Denali couple wave off your change in facial features, wanting you not to worry about it.

Carmen proceeds “It was a fairly new romance. We hadn’t known him for too long. Regardless, Irina feels jilted.”

You wanted to proceed carefully, choose your words with the utmost care. To not offend these newcomers since you didn't know how volatile they could be. A reassuring nod from Edward gave you the courage to speak up. "It was a regrettable action but we did what we were sworn to do: to protect the defenseless humans of Forks. That is all my pack wants, what we were made for." Compared to these immortal beings, you must have been but an infant. Hell, you hadn't even been anywhere outside of Washington before. Experiencing little of what the world had to offer you.

Both observe you with those once eerie gold eyes that you had grown so comfortable around. As if gauging your character, your inner soul. Would they deem you worthy to fight alongside with? You hoped you weren't setting a bad example for your pack. Maybe someone else should have been called rather than you. You were young and so inexperienced with giving empowering speeches. You felt so small compared to the other members. Paul or Jared were old enough to be delegates too, although a lot more short tempered than you.

The first one to break the quiet was Carmen who offered you a soft smile. "Well, I hope the others of your ilk are well mannered like you."

"Unfortunately, well mannered wolves are in short supply." You comment with a bit of a teasing lilt in your voice to inspire Carmen's smile to widen. Enough to make your body sag with relief. These were potential allies. Allies who, while they can be serious, also have a gentle side to them. Gentle and friendly. Just like the Cullens. Hope that the rest of your pack would warm up to them bloomed inside of you and you catch Edward's eyes on you. You shoot him a success filled smile. You would have a good report to give to the others.

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When (y/n) bid farewell, promising of Sam getting into contact with them later that day, the three vampires lounge around in the living room. Everyone felt more relieved after the introduction. (y/n) had that effect on people: making them feel at ease.

"So. . . That's the wolf girl who. . . what was the word. . . imprinted on you?" Carmen asked Edward with a sly grin that made the corners of her lips curl in an impish way.

Thankfully his perpetual pale pallor prevented him from blushing. "Yes. (y/n)."

She knew she hit home with her comment as she witnessed Edward shift a little bit in his seat. "I like her. She's a cute little thing. The smell, I'm sure, I will get used to in time. It's very. . ."

"Earthy." Edward says before she was even able to finish. That's what he smelled anyway whenever he was around her. Earth and life itself.

"Is she aware of the attraction you feel toward her?" Eleazor speaks up.

He forgot how observant these two were. Of course his attentiveness toward (y/n) revealed it's true meaning to them. Indeed he himself couldn't ignore how excited he had been to see her and that (y/n) seemed like she was doing well. The dark circles under her eyes had lessened and she seemed. . . happy.

Longing was evident on both ends. So close they were but they consciously put a safe distance between themselves. That invisible wall known as Bella. She had broken things off with Edward yet neither of the fated pair were willing to take that first step to be together. Still respective of the fresh breakup and the love Edward still had for the human girl because each knew that he was willing to wage another battle, possibly a war, to protect her.

Edward couldn't think of a proper reply. Did (y/n) know? Could she smell a difference in Edward's scent whenever they were together? He didn't think so.

Putting a hand on her mate's shoulder, Carmen shook her head as if to say that the topic should be dropped for a later time. "And when can we meet Ms. Swan?"

Grateful for the change, Edward relaxed his back against the cushions. "That one will be a little bit more tricky. At the moment, none of my family are allowed to speak to her. We'd have to go through her father. He's the local police chief. After all that happened, he wants us to keep our distance."

Eleazor raised a brow. "He knows the truth?"

"All of it. Including the truth about the wolves." Edward nods.

The Volturi would not be happy that a second human knew of the secret existence of vampires. That would cause even more problems if it were to get back to them in Italy.

"I'm hoping," Edward starts "that once the wolves give their okay, Charlie will ease up a bit to at least let the two of you meet her. I'm sure Bella would like to meet the two of you as well. She hasn't really met a lot of vampires like us. Most of them have tried to kill her."

Charlie didn't keep it a secret that he preferred the wolves over the Cullens. At least they were still semi-human. And he had always been on friendly terms with Billy, Jacob's father. Something that had previously irked Edward when he had been dating Bella. It was obvious that Charlie wanted Bella to be with Jacob. That probably hadn't changed. Must have been enhanced since learning the truth of everyone. If Bella chose Jacob, then she could keep her humanity and not become a monster to be with him.

(y/n) also had Charlie's favor since she had saved him not too long ago from one of Victoria's stray newborns. Defended him without a second thought nor had she been worried of the repercussions of him learning the Quileute tribe's secret. Selfless, she had only been concerned about Charlie's safety and went up to bat for him in a heartbeat. Another attribute of the wolf girl that made Edward admire her so much. At a young mortal age, (y/n) owned the heart of someone leagues older than her. That was what drew Edward in, like a vacuum her genuine heart pulled him in and kept him there. With each interaction he had with her, the further Edward was pulled into her orbit. He wanted to stay there. Never had he felt so comfortable, so carefree. If he could dream, they would be filled with images of the lush woods with he and (y/n) spending endless hours together. If he could capture her scent in a bottle, he would. Bella may have been his singer, her blood so opulent and alluring that anyone of his kind would want to taste her, but it was (y/n)'s essence that made him feel human again. Made him feel alive.

Catching that Edward was getting lost in his own thoughts, Eleazor quietly cleared his throat to bring Edward back to their conversation. Embarrassed, Edward tucked away his musings for when he would later be alone. "I think (y/n) can convince her pack mates to meet you. Even without their consent, I'm sure she can go to Charlie and convince him too to let Bella meet you."

“You hold a lot of faith in (y/n).” Eleazor couldn’t resist the tease. Chuckling at her mate’s antics, Carmen playfully elbows him in the side. Also a slight warning to not tease Edward too much.

“She deserves my faith.” Edward told them with a whisper of softness in his eyes. Was this his fate in life? To be drawn to women that he shouldn’t be. First a human then a wolf. It would have been easier had he been attracted to Tanya. Even Rosalie when Carlisle first brought her as a potential partner for Edward. None of them had been able to bring forth such feelings within Edward though. Only Bella and (y/n) had sparked such affections in him.

“That’s what that strange scent was.” Jared murmurs to Paul after you told Sam of the Cullens’ two guests. They had already been in the area when you arrived at Sam’s. He called them in from the woods where they had been patrolling.

Arms folded across his chest, Sam mulls over what you had divulged about Carmen and Eleazor. More vegetarian vampires. Even had the gold tinted eyes.

“They seem like good people. Er- good vampires.” You had to correct yourself. “I didn’t sense any sort of hostility coming from them. Even when Laurent popped up in the conversation.”

It was still debated who exactly had killed Laurent when he trespassed on Quileute territory. You hadn’t been there when it happened. Only the older members of the pack had been in attendance in the forest that day. Perhaps fortunate for the younger members would not have had much experience.

“They want to meet the rest of the pack. And Bella.” Sam reiterates back to you what you had finished on.

Three pairs of eyes land on you. Trying not to feel intimidated in front of them, you straighten your back a little to feel more confident. “I think it’s natural that they want to meet everyone involved. How can we ask them to help us if they don’t really know us? We’re strangers to them. They won’t be willing to risk their lives against the Volturi, even if they are long time friends with the Cullens.” You look to Sam in particular. “For what it’s worth, I would be honored to calm them my comrades.”

A cool, impassive statue is Sam’s face until he pushes of the wall of his living room and goes over to pat your head. Confused, you, Jared and Paul watch Sam wordlessly step out of his house with a soft click of the door.

Mouth open, you direct your questioning over to Paul who was the one sitting closest to you. But he was just smiling. “What’s going on? Am I missing something?”

“Of course you are, (y/n).” Jared crows with a tilt of his head. “Couldn’t you tell?”

“Tell what?” They were beginning to annoy you with their aloofness.

Paul shakes his head. “He’s proud of you. You’ve really stepped up. Madam Ambassador.”

Jared confesses “I’m a bit jealous! And here I thought I would be considered to be his second in command.”

“Well her wolf is bigger than both of our’s. Almost the size of Sam’s.” Argued Paul as he smiles at the even more perplexed expression you had. “He takes what you think into consideration. Sam trusts you and your judgement.”

Your face heats up and you look anywhere but at them. “You guys-“

The front door opens once again and it’s Sam returning from wherever he had been. “Make some room. I’ve called another pack meeting.”

Your trio groans. And here you thought the tedious pack meetings were all but over after Victoria.

Tomorrow, everyone would meet at the borderline, meeting in the middle of their neighboring domains. A familiar grip of anxiety twisted inside of you. Thinking of another battle both terrified and. . . And thrilled you. Your wolf raged in delight of the idea. Snapping more vampire necks. So easy you had done it with your strong jaws. Your heart raced at the memories.

Violence you had never known before. . .

Puffing out a sigh into the night, you walk the quiet road by yourself back to your house. Out here there were no street lights to guide you home. That was okay. Even before you had phased, you had never been afraid to walk alone in the dark.You had always felt safe with the stars as your guardians.

Nights in La Push were beautiful and you enjoyed the solitary walk home. Gentle and caressing, a small gust of wind curls around your arms and tickles at your hair. Odd though, in that breeze you picked up the pungent scent of cinnamon and other spices that tickled your sensitive nose.

Then you heard it. Feet scuffling against the dirt behind you.

Jerking around, a cloaked figure of a woman is standing behind you. “Your blood led me here.” She rips off her hood and you see her face. Young, but not as young as you were, her green eyes contrast greatly with her tanned skin. “Found it in my sister’s home. Along with the corpse of that damn lechuza.”

Every muscle in your body was taut and ready to explode into your fur. “What do you want?”

“I am Letizia’s sister, Evita. She was killed by the lechuza, that abomination with a face of an owl.” Evita stops a few feet away from you. “I came to thank you.”

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