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notquitetwilight · 3 years
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I head cannon that Emmet and Rosalie sometimes pull a scam where Emmet poses and makes sure not to move and Rosalie sells him to an art gallery saying that he's a sculpture and then Emmet just leaves the art gallery in the middle of the night
i’m not exaggerating when i say that to me this is the best cullen headcanon any person in the renaissance has ever come up with and we might as well pack it up now bc we aren’t getting any better than this. i am also really honoured to be the blog whose asks you’ve graced this with. thank you.
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whenitcounts33 · 3 years
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Summary: When Alice and Bella dragged Rose to Vegas to celebrate graduation, Rose never imagined anything actually happening like in the movies. Then she wakes up the morning before they leave, married to the very good looking man from the bar. 
Rose bit her lip, cringing when the plane's wheels touched down on the tarmac and sent up a thank-you to whatever God was listening. Flying was the worst way to travel in her book and she hoped she could talk Alice and Bella into letting her drive back to Seattle. She knew it wasn't likely, but a girl could dream. 
Alice turned around in her seat to grin at Rose, earning a grimace from her best friend. Bella, sitting next to Rose, rolled her eyes and elbowed the blonde playfully. "It wasn't that bad, Ro," she said with a smile. 
Rose glowered and held out her hand to show Bella the half-moon marks her nails left in her palms. "Over-dramatic," Bella said helpfully, making Rose snort. She was right, of course, but Rose wouldn't admit it. 
"Maybe," she allowed, standing up when prompted and stretching her arms above her head. "I'm just glad Bella's bad luck didn't strike the plane down." Bella glared at her, and at Alice when she laughed, muttering "har har" under her breath.
They made their way off the plane and to the luggage claim, Alice chattering a mile a minute about their plans. "Check-in at the hotel is at 11:30 and we have reservations for dinner at 6," she paused for breath, cheeks pink with excitement. "Tomorrow we have a date with the strip and sight-seeing. Dinner at 6 again." 
Rose gave a non-committal hum, grabbing her bag when she saw it. Alice and Bella grabbed theirs and Alice grabbed onto both of them, towing them along towards the automatic doors of the exit. 
The awfully hot air of the dessert hit her in the face like a brick and Rose immediately started to sweat. "Why did we have to come here again?" She demanded as they waited for the large family ahead of them to get into the minivan taxi waiting at the curb. 
Alice gave her a glare that would have sent a weaker person running but Rose was used to her and just glared back. "You are going to have fun Rosalie Hale, or so help me," she warned, a small finger poking into Rose's chest. "We are finally finished with school and we are going to celebrate!" 
Rose fought back a small smile, and nodded for Alice's benefit. "Yeah, yeah," she muttered, brushing Alice away with a flick of her wrist. 
Bella watched them with a small smile, amused by their antics and knowing nothing Rose said or did would change the plans. Alice was a force to be reckoned with and Bella, and Rose, knew to just lay back and let Hurricane Alice go down it's path. Though that never stopped Rose from teasing her best friend when she got a tad bit out of control and or enthusiastic. 
The hotel was a block away from the strip and two nightclubs, huge and intimidating with the bright lights and people streaming in and out. Rose welcomed the AC with a sigh of relief, letting the cold air raise goosebumps on her arms and shoulders. She fluffed out her hair, wincing at the sweat wetting it and the back of her neck. "Couldn't have picked out a cooler climate, Al?" She asked, already knowing the answer. "Like maybe the Antarctic?" 
Alice ignored her, stomping towards the front desk, mumbling under her breath about ungrateful friends and how they are traitors that don't know how to have a good time. 
The lobby was huge, with shops and restaurants and big flat screen TVs with couches and armchairs everywhere. Rose thought it was too much, but what did she know of interior design? 
Bella was watching her, a crease over her brown eyes and a frown on her lips. It was a look she got every time Rose and Alice butted heads. Or when her boyfriend, Edward, was being melodramatic and over the top. Which was all the time. 
"Just try to have fun," Bella told her, tugging on a lock of Rose's hair with a smile. "Alice really wants to do this and it won't hurt to have a small vacation, just us girls." Rose sighed, knowing Bella was right, and nodded. "I'll try," she promised, letting Bella tug her towards the front desk where Alice was. 
It's not that she didn't want to have a girls-vacation, Rose was just really excited, and anxious, to start her new job. She fought so hard for this, to show the men that she deserved a spot in the "boys club" of mechanics. She wanted to show them that she could be just as good, better even, than all of them combined. 
The room, a suite really, was quite nice. Bigger than her whole apartment, and better furnished. She dropped onto the large bed with a sigh and spread out her arms and legs so she took up the whole mattress. It felt heavenly against her body and the sheets smelled like lavender. She could hear Bella and Alice walking around, oohing and aww-ing at everything. 
She sat up after a moment, blinking to wake herself back up. They could see the strip from the balcony, the light and signs dazzling and hard to miss. She missed Seattle, with it's muted colors and smaller buildings. She missed her small apartment and the diner two blocks away with the amazing coffee and omelets. 
"Get a grip, Rose," she muttered under her breath, shaking her head. No need to feel home-sick, she'd be back home in four-days, all snuggled up in her own bed. She watched Bella look at herself in the mirror in the bathroom, pursing her lips and shaking out her hair. Alice was somewhere in the living room, stuffing luggage under the coffee table. 
"We can stay in the hotel for now, then leave at 5:20 to get to the restaurant." Alice was saying, now in the bathroom and putting all their toiletries in a neat little line for later use. "I wanna see the little boutique they have in the lobby," Bella interjected, sitting on the bed next to Rose. "It was cute," Rose agreed, shrugging. She wouldn't buy anything though, knowing stores in hotels always over charged everything and Rose did not want this trip to put a considerable gap in her bank account. 
Her father made good money as a banker, but they were a middle-class family, not rich by any means but far from poor. Her mom came from nothing though and instilled it in her daughter to always make sure she had enough money to live off of in her accounts, no matter what happened. She raised Rose to appreciate every check and every coin. Rose lived by that rule and tried to never spend money on anything that she didn't truly need. Alice, who came from old money and never had to worry, always laughed when she heard that, but Bella, who was raised on a one-parent income, understood better than any of their other friends. 
"Boutique it is," Alice said, standing in front of them like a little tyrant, hands on her hips and a determined tilt to her head. 
On the third day Rose openly admitted that the trip had been a good idea and that Alice was right. Alice had made Rose repeat it all with her phone trained on her face as she was recorded. "For the next time we argue and you say I'm never right," is what Alice had said to justify it. Rose, tipsy and easily agreeable, had laughed and hugged Alice, thanking her for forcing her to Vegas. 
They were at a nightclub a few blocks from the hotel, hips swaying to the music and alcohol running through their veins. Rose felt warm, like someone had lit a match and set her blood on fire. It was a good warmth, one that started in her chest and went through her arms to her fingertips, down her chest and into her legs. Her head felt fuzzy and everything was bright and loud, calling to her like a siren song to keep on dancing and drinking. 
She could feel someone watching her, the hair on the back of her neck standing up and the skin erupting in goosebumps. Her adrenaline spiked, unbidden memories bubbling up to the surface and she turned slowly, nails digging into her skin hard enough to hurt.
There were so many people in the club that it took her a minute to see who her watcher was. She finally found him, standing at the bar, tall and built like a line-backer, all hard muscle with a handsome face. The fact that he was so handsome did not quell her fear, it made it worse because pretty boys knew they could get away with more. It made them cruel. 
The guy flushed, fair cheeks turning pink, when his eyes met hers and he realized he'd been caught staring. Rose watches him look away, biting his lower lip. His dark curls are sweaty, flopping down onto his forehead and sticking to the back of his neck. It makes her feel safer when he doesn't try to come over to her or stare at her again. She tells herself that he had just been spaced-out, merely looking in her direction, not at her. Lord knows she's done that plenty of times. 
She tells herself later that it was the alcohol, not him being not creepy, that moves her feet over to him. Through the throng of people, away from the safety of her friends who don't notice her leave, and towards the giant of a man. 
The smell of alcohol is stronger there, sharp and bitter and mixing with the salty tang of sweat, and her nose wrinkles against it. The guy turns his head to look at her when he notices a new person. His eyes are brown, reminding her of the forest surrounding Washington, and he has a very nice smile. Her heart flutters in response and she gives him a small smile back. 
"I'm Emmett and I am sorry for being a creep and staring at you. My Ma taught me better," he says, voice smooth like honey and deep. He has a Southern twang that makes his words rise and fall in weird places, but Rose likes it. "If you wanna hit me, that's perfectly fine ma'am, I can take it," he adds before Rose can say anything. He stands up straight, arms at his side like a soldier. He's so tall he's half a head over her five-foot-eight and she feels small near him, which she likes more than she thought she would. 
Rose let out a snort and he looked down at her so quickly he must have gotten whiplash. "I'm Rose and I won't hit you, my mom taught me better than that," she says, voice equals parts playful and haughty. 
He gives her a slow grin and her stomach flips itself at the same time her heart skyrockets. So pretty her mind whispered, noting how the smile makes his eyes crinkle and how the left side of his mouth rises higher than the right. 
"Well Rose," he says, and she tries to ignores the way his mouth wraps around her name, how pretty it sounds in that Southern twang. "Looks like I'll have to make it up to you in some other way." 
The way he says it is dangerous, like some dark promise he's bound to keep. But Rose isn't afraid. Not of Emmett, who thinks highly of his mom, who smiles with his whole being and blushes when he looks her right in the eye. 
So Rose smiles, and stands up to her full height so she can better look him in the eye. "Looks like it," she murmurs, and commits the happy gleam in his eyes to memory. 
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Whumptober No. 2
“What is the nature of your medical emergency?”
Rios could imagine the EMH flickering into existence beside him, asking his ridiculous question even while looking at the bone sticking out of Cris’ arm. Of course, the hologram had been programmed to go through a standard catalogue of inquiries, but after several years of service aboard La Sirena, including a variety of medical emergencies (all of them involving Rios, the only crew member with an actual human body), Cris had a feeling the EMH had stuck to that question only to annoy him.
How he wished he’d annoy him now. 
Cradling his broken arm, he gingerly shifted to find a better position leaning against the spiky wall of rock that made up his prison cell. Not that there was a lock or even a door. Not even a force-field. The cave-like structure had a roughly triangular shape, its tip opening to a corridor that disappeared into a right turn. It was mocking Rios to get up and run, but even if the pain in his arm didn’t make him gag at the simplest movement, the collar around his neck kept him from even trying.
Oh, he had tried, of course. He’d pushed himself to his feet, breathing through the agony that lit up in his arm, and taken a few unsteady steps to the exit. But, nearing some sort of invisible trigger, he’d felt the thin, cool band around his neck starting to hum in warning. And then the pain had hit him. Not like an electric shock. That was child’s play compared to the searing, all-consuming wave that had travelled through his blood and bones - broken or whole - while refusing to grant him the mercy of unconsciousness. All he’d been able to do was drop to the ground and ride it out, waiting for the agony to pass or for death to please please end it. 
It had passed, eventually, after seconds or minutes or hours; he couldn’t be sure. He’d fallen asleep after, right where he’d dropped, and dragged himself back to the furthest wall of his cell when he’d woken again, shaking and with his arm pounding as he tried not to move it. Whatever technology was behind that fucking collar - he was not going to test it again.
Thus, he’d resorted to waiting. Waiting for his crew (he had a crew now, he reminded himself) to either break him out or get the Hul’t’arah what they wanted: six tons of Anthysium, a rare mineral from a small planet in the Delta Quadrant. Rios had no clue what the fuck the Hul’t’arah were planning on doing with it - it was mainly used as a medicinal ingredient - and, honestly, he didn’t care right now. All he wanted was to get out of here before his arm could fester and fall off.
Stupid enough of him to let himself get captured in the first place. Even more stupid to put up a fight when two hairy, six-eyed, seven-foot tall humanoids with the strength of an ox had you by the arms. He’d paid for his resistance with a casual twist of his wrist that had snapped his ulna and radius like twigs, one jagged bone end sickeningly penetrating his skin. He’d screamed. He’d thrown up. He’d become used to the sight and the pain in the last… what? Two days? Three? 
But he had a crew now, he kept telling himself as his stomach churned from hunger and pain and the open wound on his arm wept suspiciously milky fluid onto his dirt-encrusted pants. A crew that consisted mainly of holograms, but with the recent addition of a little blonde doctor who’d stuck around, an old former Star Fleet Admiral who frequently booked him as a pilot and a recovering addict who sometimes came along for the ride. 
They weren’t exactly the cavalry, but they were on board of La Sirena, and he was pretty certain they would not just let him rot down here.
And they didn’t. Later, when he’d curled up into a ball against the onset of fever chills, his arm throbbing with every heartbeat, he was roused from his haze by noises outside his cell. Animalistic grunts. The hiss of phasers being fired. Bodies dropping to the ground.
Two figures stepped into his cell, and in the murky darkness, Rios recognized the wild curls before Raffi squatted down in front of him, Soji at her side.
Soji?
“Cris, babe, we’ve got to go. Can you stand?”
Raffi helped him uncurl and flinched at the sight of his arm. It was Soji who hooked him under on his good side and easily, gently pulled him to his feet.
Rios gasped a Spanish curse when a wave of pain rolled over him. His head swam.
“I c-can’t get out of here,” he stammered. “I can’t… the collar.” He stretched his neck to display it. “It’s tr-triggered when I-“
But Soji was already on it. Her free hand closed around the thin band, and Rios felt a tickling sensation, then heard a crack, like wood splitting in heat, and the collar fell away.
Raffi kicked its broken halves aside and carefully slung her arm around Rios’ other side. In spite of the women’s support, he felt his knees threatening to buckle.
He shook his head.
“I can’t w-walk.”
“You don’t have to, babe.”
Raffi plucked something rectangular from her belt and attached it to Rios’ chest like a com badge.
A flickering pillar erupted above their heads.
“Channel established! Three ready for transport!” She spoke loudly, locking eyes with Soji.
“Aye, Raffi,” Picard’s voice, distorted, sounded from a distance. “Hold on tight.”
Picard’s warning was justified. This transport was a rough ride that had nothing to do with the seamless blink-of-an-eye relocation of molecules Rios was used to. As Raffi and Soji held him by his belt and around his back, he felt a wrenching sensation travelling through his body. They had to be breaking through some kind of force field. He wasn’t sure if he screamed - there seemed to be no air in his lungs, in the spray of pixels that was his lungs as his body was dissolved and then reassembled in a dizzying whoosh. Every cell in his body burned when he landed on a hard surface, eyes closed against the pain. Hands were on him immediately, and then he finally heard it:
“What is the nature of your- oh, bloody hell!”
It was the permission Rios needed to sink into unconsciousness.
***
He woke to the smell of very clean surfaces, humidified oxygen and Agnes. Her hand was at his cheek when he opened his eyes. Her face - tired worry lighting up - appeared above him, haloed by circular ceiling lights. 
Sickbay.
“Hey,” Agnes said softly, mouth widening into a grin.
“Hey.” Dios, he sounded awful.
“How are you feeling?” 
Rios swallowed, looking down at himself. Most of his body was covered by a medical blanket, but he could see - even if not feel - his injured arm. It was encased in a holographic ossifier that was blinking and whirring away as it knit his bones back together. Underneath the blanket, he felt his skin prickle where the biobed’s micro-injectors fed medication into his system. An oxygen clip tingled under his nose. There was no actual pain, but his whole body felt heavy and flattened to the bed as if coming out from under a serious illness.
Mierda.
“I guess- ” He had to clear his throat. “I guess I’ll be al- “
“You will be perfectly fine, Captain Rios,” the EMH chimed in, materialising by the bed. “Now that the sepsis is abating and the compound fracture in your arm is fusing. Although we did have a bit of a close call when your kidneys were attempting to shut down - a process, which, quite fortunately, I was able to reverse in time.”
Rios rolled his eyes at the hologram’s self-indulgent gloating. Agnes chuckled.
Weakly, Rios lifted his good hand and waved it at the EMH. “Deactiv-”
“THAT won’t work,” the hologram said with barely covered smugness. “Not until your body functions have returned to a satisfactory level. Remember?” He pointed at himself with a tricorder that had appeared in his hand out of thin air. “Emergency hologram. Self-activates until the emergent situation has been fully resolved. It hasn’t.”
He fucking smirked. Rios felt his head beginning to ache. 
Frowning convincingly, the EMH looked at Rios’ vitals projected against the wall of the cubicle. 
“Your blood pressure and cortisol output are elevated,” the hologram observed, immediately wielding the tricorder to point it at Rios. “Are you experiencing any kind of discomfort?”
Yes, Rios thought, it’s called ‘annoyance’.
“No,” he said as firmly as possible, when Agnes looked at him with new worry. “I’m fine.”
“Still,” The EMH replied, checking the tricorder’s readings with exaggerated concentration. “I would like you to get more rest. Your body has been through a serious trauma and needs to repose.”
Rios would have liked to roll his eyes again, but it hurt his head too much, so instead he merely sighed while Agnes, instinctively, stroked his forehead. 
“He’s right,” she said gently. “You should sleep. You look exhausted. And you’re not missing out on anything. Picard, Enoch and Emmett have things under control.”
The old man, his Irish fanboy and the tattoed narcoleptic. 
Rios’ headache intensified. He closed his eyes with a groan. 
“Rightt, that’s enough.” 
Something beeped and, alarmed, Rios tore his eyes back open.
“Oye! You’re not going to inject me with-“
Too late.
He heard the hiss of the hypo spray and felt its cool contents permeate the skin of his neck. The last thing he registered before sleep took him was the EMH’s sorrowful remark:
 “He really doesn’t get any nicer.”
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The Hybrid: Part Two
So this is part two of my series “The Hybrid” it  be taking place during Eclipse
Part One 
A/N: I really enjoyed writing Y/n x Edward so if you want more of them let me know. For now enjoy Jacob x Y/n. 
Pairing: Jacob Black x Y/n Cullen 
              Edward Cullen x Y/N Cullen
              Edward Cullen x Bella Swan
Plot: You are the last witch of your kind, you were turned after you vampire father decided to get back at your mother. In a effort to throurt him your grandmother transferred the magic of the entire coven over to you, so that when you woke a vampire you would have access to your magic but had the speed, heightened senses and immortality . After a century you meet Carlisle and agree to join his family. Everyone thought that you and Edward were going to end up married until he met Bella. You were left heartbroken until you meet a certain wolf.
Fandom: Twilight
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 Edward P.O.V 
     My family was the first thing I saw as I stepped out of the gate, a smile dancing across my face at the sight of them all. I was so happy, so use to the sight, that it took me only a second to clue into why I was so happy. Naturally it was because of Y/n, standing rigid between Esme and Niklaus, refusing to even look at me, her entire attention focused on Alice, who had danced over to meet her. Every part of me want to go to her, so do whatever it took to take away the pain that was in her eyes but I knew it was useless. After all I was the cause of it, there was nothing I could do to fix it. I wasn’t given too much to dwell on it though, as Esme had pulled me into her, hugging me tightly. 
    “You will not put me through that again!” She cried as she pulled back, not realising me until I had promised. 
    “I won’t. I’m sorry mom.” She nodded then, hugging me quickly once again before stepping aside to allow Carlisle to pull me against him. Once he had let go of me, both turned to Bella, who was still struggling to stay awake at my side. 
   “Thank you.” Esme whispered before pulling Bella in for a hug. I smiled as Bella hugged her back, like there was nothing abnormal about it. 
   “Your welcome.” She whispered, her sleep deprivation causing her words to be slurred. Esme scowled at me for that, clearly thinking that I had kept her up. 
    “She refused to sleep.” I explained, sighing along with Carlisle. We both assumed it was fear of what she had seen that had kept her awake. 
    “Well let’s get home so she can.” The moment the words had left Carlisle’s mouth, Niklaus was dragging Y/n off towards the exit, his words like venom as he all but yelled them mentally at me. 
    We came here to insure Alice is okay. We are staying for Esme. If you think for even a second I will allow you near her, to hurt her all over again, your wrong. The fact that you are family, is the only reason I haven’t killed you.
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       “Where did you two go to? Emmett and I stopped by Tanya’s but she told us that you two had took off the moment you found out we were leaving Forks?” Rose asked as she entered the room I now shared with Niklaus. At her entrance Nik, who was curled up on the seat by the window reading, glanced up and smiled widely at her. His grin growing when he saw that Emmett was right behind her. 
    “We went back to Blackwood Falls. We had been meaning to return for a while but were always a little afraid of what we might find.” I answered, smiling as Rose and Emmett curled up on either side of me. I was curled up on my bed, my back resting against the wall with my laptop seated on my lap, so I could easily browse the internet. 
   “Why would you be afraid?” Emmett asked, laying his arm around my shoulder as he slipped into his protective older brother mode. “Is the vamp that turned you? If so you don’t have to worry about him, if he is stupid enough to show his face I’ll kill myself.” 
    “He is part of the reason, though according to Alice he has since joined the Volturi. I’m not surprised, he is a gifted tracker, I mean he got past an entire coven of watchful witches for crying out loud. At least we believe it’s the same one. How many vampires named Demetri that are gifted trackers can there be?” I shook my head, forcing those unpleasant memories away, ignoring the little voice inside me that told me I had to remember them, that there was something important in those memories. “No the reason we were so hesitant is because we afraid our families souls would be trapped in the town. They are of course, we greeted by our grandmother and parents first thing. We had hoped that they had been able to move on.” 
    “I am so sorry.” Rose whispered, getting up from beside me so she could pull Nik in for hug, as Emmett had pulled me against his chest the moment I began talking about the reason Nik and I are what we are. 
    “Will they be able to move on?” Emmett asked softly, smiling when I hummed against his shoulder. He had started playing with my hair, knowing that it calmed me down better than anything. 
    “No. When they acted to save us, they doomed themselves. Our kind is suppose to destroy vampires, to insure that no one else becomes one. Our ancestors believe that they should have killed us both the moment Nana saw that we would be turned. The fact that they didn’t, that they instead transferred their powers to us, allowing us to be what we are, has essentially doomed them. They will be stuck in the town until we die a natural death.” Niklaus explained, his voice breaking near the end. 
   “So your family, your own ancestors would rather they have killed you?” Rose scoffed, clearly deciding that our ancestors were the monsters instead of the other way around. “Well I am on your covens side. I would gladly spend the rest of my life trapped in a small town if it meant that you both were alive and well.”
   “I would have tried to kill the vamp but if that failed than yes, I would rather spend eternity trapped than do anything to harm you.” Emmett vowed. 
   “I’m with them. If it was a choice between you two living and dying, no matter what the personal cost to myself was, I would choose to save you both.” Esme called from downstairs, her voice so full of emotion that I couldn’t doubt her for a second. Esme’s cry, resulted in the rest of our family agreeing that being trapped in the place between words was worth it, if it meant that we were saved. 
   “Our entire coven said the same thing you know, when we apologised.” I chuckled, reaching up to whip the few stray tears that had managed to escape during our families statements. 
   “Of course they would, to know you is to love you.” Emmett chuckled. I had opened my mouth to respond when the front door open, even from our spot on the second floor I could sense Edward’s presence. I froze, trying hard to keep myself was booking it from the house, he had spent the majority of the past two days with his human, returning only early the morning and then it was only for a few moments. Just long enough for him to change before he left for school. Now however it was after school, the time where I thought myself safe from him.  
   “Bella is grounded. She can only have visitors for at certain time.” Edward explained, no doubt answering someone’s thought. “Is Y/n and Niklaus still hear, I would like to speak to them.” At this Nik snarled, leaping from his spot by the window and moving to stand in front of me. I jumped from the bed, clinging to his arm as I listened to Edward make his way upstairs. Seconds later he was hovering in the doorway, looking at Nik with shame filled eyes. “Rose, Emmett I would like to speak to them alone.”
   “Fine but remember, Edward is family Nik, please do not kill him.” Rose sighed, rushing from the word quickly. Emmett lingered, glancing between Edward and us before nodding at me. 
   “No magic.” 
   “No promises.” I grumbled, watching as he left the room, pausing long enough in front of Edward to glare at me and to repeat himself before going to join Rose. 
   “I’m sorry, I know that will never make up for..” He began, wincing as I cut him. 
   “For letting me believe that the point of immortality was us being together. For making me believe that you actually loved me?” He started to answer but I shook my head, raising my hands as I closed my eyes. “Time will freeze and then resume when I am safely away from you.” I whispered, smiling as everything around us froze. 
   “Mature. Really mature, freezing the whole damn town just so you can avoid talking to Edward.” Niklaus mumbled, smiling at me despite his consending words. 
   “It was that or set him on fire.” I sighed as I walked past a now frozen Edward and out the door. I wasn’t surprised to see Emmett and Rose leaning out their own bedroom door. I quietly whispered my apologies before heading of down the stairs. The rest of the family was frozen in the living room. Esme and Carlisle in the process of rushing up stairs, Jasper with his eyes closed, no doubt trying to calm me down. Alice sat beside him, looking down cast and I knew that she had seen this coming before I had even finished the spell. 
   “You know, on second thought, freezing the whole town works just as well.” Niklaus sighed from behind he, his arm wrapping around my waist. “We going home?” 
   “Of course. Time to go stay with our ghosts.” 
   “You know, thinking about it, you and I attract dead people. Both our families are dead.”
   “Never thought about it that way, maybe that’s why we are so messed up.” 
   “Probably, we do see dead people after all.” I rolled my eyes at that, trying hard to keep the smile from forming. 
~~~~~ 
   Once Y/n and Niklaus were halfway to Seattle, time resumed in Forks, no one aware of that it has stopped expect the Cullens. As they began to move again, Emmett scowled, shaking his head in disgust. 
    “I hate it when she does that one. It leaves a bad taste in my mouth.” He muttered, shifting his gaze over to Edward, who was standing broken in the doorway to the twins rooms. He knew, they all did, that Y/n’s parting words were echoing in his head. Beside him Rose sighed, shaking her own head as she moved further into their room. 
    “I knew this human would only tear our family apart.” She sighed, turning to look at the picture of her and twins that she kept on her nightstand. It was taken just after they had gotten to Forks, back when Y/n was actually happy and taking advantage of her love for photography. They were heading back from a hunt when it began to snow and Y/n had stopped them both, squealing about how it would be the perfect shot of them. Not wanting to refuse, Nik and Rose waited as she set up the camera on a low hanging branch and set the timer. She was, of course, correct on it being the perfect photo. The three of them stood together, smiling brightly as the snow fell around them, the mountains high in the background. 
   “I choose them.” She whispered, knowing that Edward would hear her. “I know it’s not fair, that you couldn’t help this but I do. I choose them. At least they are not tearing our family apart.”
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Fire (Alec Volturi x Reader)
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You didn't know how long it had been since the fire started but your whole house was no engulfed in flames as you sat cross legged on your kitchen floor in complete shock. You didn't call anyone but weren't too surprised to see Carlisle, Emmett, Jasper, the Romanians, Benjamin and the Denali's through the hole where your door once was. "(Y/N)! Get out of there!" Emmett yelled. You looked up from the surrounding flames. "I didn't meant to..." You said. "(Y/N)! Get out of there now!" Jasper yelled. "They warned me about this..." You sobbed. "Alec was worried I'd do something." "(Y/N)! Listen to me!" Carlisle tried a different approach. "It's not safe for you to be in there!" "That's the thing Carlisle...fire doesn't hurt me." You put your hand in the closest roaring flame next to you. "I know! I know, but the house is going to collapse! It isn't stable in there, you have to move!" 
In that moment, as though to prove a point, a chunk of the ceiling collapsed in front of you that made you jump. You suddenly understood and had snapped out of your daze. You scrambled to your feet as more of the ceiling above crashed down and blocked your exit. You heard glass shatter around you before locking eyes with Kate from the outside as she lunged and drove her first through the window, shattering it immediately. You were out of time and knew what you had to do. You took a running start and threw yourself out of the opening Kate had created. You landed on the grass, barely aware of the mild scratches you had from the jagged glass shards remaining of the window. None were deep enough to really draw blood, you were lucky. It was then that you heard sirens. "(Y/N), we need to get you out of here!" You heard Jasper call out but didn't catch who had picked you up.
Carlisle put you down as he locked eyes with Esme who stared wide eyed from inside the Cullen home. She hurried away from the window in a flash as Carlisle pulled you to the house. "Come and I'll see to these wounds." The others lingered outside but soon dispersed. "This was very lucky, you barely got a scratch." Carlisle dabbed at the long scratch down your arm. The cotton was mildly tainted with red but as he said, no drops of blood. "Why are the others here?" "Visiting Renesmee."
You were surprised by the response considering the Romanians were also there. You could hear the news in downstairs which you had no doubt was reporting the fire. Once you were cleaned up, you found you were correct. Emmett and Jasper were watching the news intently as it reported a house fire and ultimate collapse of the house. Your home was completely destroyed but they were happy to report there was no one in the house when it caught ablaze. However the cause of the fire was still unknown. "We could smell it." Tanya said to you as Emmett and Jasper acknowledged you with a nod on the sofa. "I don't even know what happened..." You trailed off. "Esme is calling Volterra as we speak. She's going to leave a message to let Alec know what happened." Rosalie said, her hands clasped in front of her with a gentle voice. "More than that, Alec's calling back right now." Alice declared and as such in as the sentence left her mouth, a ringing came from the other room. You heard Esme's heels head down the hall before the ringing stopped.
Later, Carlisle entered the room with Esme. "How are you feeling?" "Is it bad? Did anyone get hurt?" "No. We have planted a source of the fire." Esme took a seat beside you. "(Y/N), you need to tell us what happened." Carlisle joined you both, keeping his voice mellow. "I don't remember, I was day dreaming. One minute I was staring at a candle that was left in the kitchen, the next, everything was up in flames." You seemed helpless, just as eager for answers as they were. "Well, you should know that Alec has been in touch. The Volturi would like you to stay with them." Esme put a gentle hand on your shoulder to reassure you. "He's very worried." You nodded slowly. "I'll go."
Heidi locked eyes with you and beckoned you over with a smile. You were surprised to see her outside when the sun was beaming down but then again, she was completely shaded and the layout of the tour line didn't make it seem unnatural. "It's so good to see you, darling. If you wait in the reception, you'll be seen to once the tour is finished." You knew what that meant. That meant, you'd be seen to once they'd all ate, reducing the chances of someone taking a bite. You nodded, with a forced smile, uncomfortable to see the long line of oblivious humans gawking and pointing at their surroundings. You opened the door and stepped inside. It was cold, a complete contrast to outside, as well as darker but that wasn't too surprising considering the castles occupants.
You sat on a bench, looking around and no more than five minutes later, Heidi, followed by many humans walked by. "This way, please. Stay together!" She called back cheerily. When passing, she shot her smile at you. You tried not to think too hard about where they were going and that they wouldn't be coming back. You rubbed your eyes and you heard more footsteps. Felix and Demetri, turned the corner and it was only when Demetri looked back that the two noticed you. "Oh hello, (Y/N). I didn't expect you'd be here so soon. How was your flight?" Demetri asked as the two towered over you. "Long." You smiled weakly. "I hate planes." The two seemed to find that amusing. "Well, we won't keep you long. You know how it is." You nodded again. "Yeah, I understand." "Speaking of which, we better go or we won't get to feed." Demetri nodded to you before the two continued to the elevator. "See you soon, (Y/N)!" Felix called back with a slight wave on his hand.
It was a long wait, yet it wasn't long enough. Your mind was turning over the many humans who were dying in that moment and you gave nothing of a warning. The receptionist didn't say a word, the only sound being her typing on the keyboard with light taps. You didn't even realize when she had gotten up and was bent over you slightly, holding out a plastic cup of water. "Thank you." You took the cup gratefully and she nodded at you with a smile before turning to her desk. The water helped a little. After thirty minutes, you were stunned to see Heidi lightly jog up to you but you caught her discreetly wiping the corners of her mouth. "Our sincerest apologies, we'll be taking a little longer but we are aware that you must be feeling tired. If you come down this hall, we can take you to a more suitable area to rest." 
Heidi led you down a hall and into small room. It was well decorated, modern, and had a few soft sofas. However, the Volturi had no need for this so you wondered if this was more of a pointless room that needed to be filled. You sat on the furthest couch as Heidi encouraged you to rest, setting a nearby folded blanket beside you with the final assurance that they'd try to be as quick as they could. You couldn't stay awake when you buried yourself under the blanket and left alone in silence. You told yourself this was no time for sleeping but you continued to fall into a dreamless sleep.
You heard hushed voices. "Yes, Jane. I'm going in now...very well." You were driven out of your sleep when the door shut even though you weren't awake enough to have heard it open. You cracked your eyes open to see Alec steadily moving towards you. He pulled a grimace. "Oh, I'm sorry. I was hoping not to wake you." "Alec?" "Who else, sleepy?" Alec sat in the space by your stomach, just in front of your curled up legs and smoothed your hair. "How long have I...?" You trailed off. "The safe estimate is about two hours. We hadn't fed for a while prior which made quite a mess." Alec absent-mindedly tucked a lock of your hair behind your ear. "You don't need to worry about that. It's all clean now and my attention is on you. Which brings us to the point, are you alright? No burns? No physical injuries?" He looked you up and down. You lifted your sleeve and sections of your top to show him your scratches. "No burns, fire can't hurt me but a few cuts from the glass." You said nervously. "Glass?" Alec's brow furrowed. "I threw myself out of a window to get out. The building was going to collapse." You immediately jumped at his alarmed look. "Don't worry though. These make it look a lot worse than it is." You had meant for it to comfort Alec...but it didn't seem like it did much comforting. "What's going to happen to me?" You asked Alec, your voice quiet. "Aro will inspect you and you'll be changed. Your in a better environment with people that could help you. All we ask is little trust." He explained looping your arm on his before leading you to the throne room.
Aro was determined that changing you would be the best course of action and working from there. However, once changed, you completely lost control. It was like trying to use your talents in a body that wasn't your own. It was out of sync and awkward. The biggest flames occurred when you were in a trance like state, forcing yourself to day dream.
Caius then wanted you under supervision at all times-after you nearly set one of the rooms ablaze-which meant you were there when trials went ahead. This guy, whoever he was, really made you uncomfortable. Something just didn't sit right about him. The prisoner lunged at you. Somehow you felt more than prepared for him. In fact, you loved that he had chosen to pick a fight with you. Just as he grabbed you by the upper arms you had locked your own grip on his arms. A sizzling was heard and the prisoner screeched trying to wretch himself away from you but to no avail. You were a newborn and so much stronger than he anticipated. Your stare was locked onto him as he suddenly was engulfed with flames. He screamed as you let go. He flailed around in agony as you watched stoically, seemingly in a trance.
The Volturi watched the scene in slight alarm, their gazes racing back and forth from the burning vampire to you until finally he vampire collapsed to the ground. Alec stepped in front of you, pressing his cold hands to your face. "(Y/N)?" His hands and the sound of his voice slowly broke your trance. You blinked a few times, trying to remember what had just happened. "Is he gone? Is-" You gasped in horror to see the charred remains of a vampire behind Alec. You staggered back but was quickly halted by Alec who had taken hold of your upper arms. "What did I do!? What have I done!?" Alec shushed you calmly. "Look at me." You couldn't tear your eyes from the charred remains. "Sweet face, look at me." Alec quietly pleaded. "Calm down. Everything is alright. Focus on me." "I'm sorry! I didn't meant to!" "I think we've found a use for (Y/N)." Caius said darkly with a sickening grin. "(Y/N), stay focused on me. It's alright, everything is alright." Alec pressed his hands to your face making sure you looked no where but him. "I'm going to take you somewhere else okay?" Alec began walking you out the room, releasing your face and wrapping his arms around around you.
The next day was rather peaceful until Felix burst into your room. "Alright kid, ready to work some magic?" "This is a terrible idea." You shook your head at the candle in front of you. "I've been setting fires as tall as doors since I got here. What makes you think I'll ever be able to light a candle?" "because you've done it before." Demetri walked around you and bent down to your level of the chair you sat on. "You’ve been distracted since you got here. The more distractions, the less focus, the larger the flame to anything. Those curtains last week can testify to that. You didn't get a new body, (Y/N). Your body got better. This isn't about expanding you power. It's the opposite, it's limiting it, bending it to your will." "I've never lit a candle with my eyes though. I always did this." You lifted the candle out of it's holder and sure enough with your palm at the bottom a very large flame grew upon the candle." "So don't use your hands and use it with your eyes." Demetri didn't budge and so you sighed, putting it back. You didn't know where to even begin. How was anyone certain that you wouldn't just be embarking on a staring contest with a candle? One that you could now never win nor lose. You huffed but focused on the candle as best you could, using the silence to your advantage. 
"(Y/N), that's your left arm." Demetri said. "What?" You looked down and sure enough a large flame was dancing up your arm. You huffed and batted at the flame, extinguishing it. "Try again, don't think about us. Forget we're even here." He might have been on to something, they were on your left and you were very aware of their presence. You focused again. Your brow furrowed before slowly relaxing something felt familiar and gradually a small flame sat on the wick of the candle. You gasped. "I did it! Aww.." your celebration was over quickly for it went out immediately. Demetri chuckled. "Again." You didn't see Demetri mouth something to Felix who smiled and left. You flapped your hands, preparing yourself. "Right screw the candle. I need something a little bit bigger to work with." You moved onto your knees and held out your hands, staring down at them. "What are you doing?" "Shhh!" You hushed him brashly, not taking your eyes from your hands. Slowly, a flame as wide as your palm grew. "Are you using your hands?" Demetri asked. "No. It doesn't feel the same. I feel it in my head. If I was using my hands, I'd feel it in my hands." You became aware of another presence to see both Felix and Alec in the door way. You gave them a small smile before looking down. Alec saw how the fire danced in your eyes. The flame in your hand was oddly calming, flickering ever so slightly.  Your progress picked up quickly after that. The more you understood of your new body, the easier it had become to use your gift.
50 years later...
Caius turned to you with a nod. Both Alec and Jane on either side of you. You stared at the vampire that lay in pieces and within a second. A fire reflected in your eyes and immediately after, a fire grew on the body parts and continued to do so. The fires light reflected in your gold Volturi crest which lay just an inch below the ribbon of your black as night cloak, which you had most certainly earned.
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thelastspeecher · 6 years
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For the Stay-at-home Stan au, how about Stan and Angie take their kids to Gravity Falls for the weekend to visit Ford, Fids, and Tate. Ford and Fids could take them around town and show them how it's like there, maybe even do some fishing or camping if possible (with Ford being a bit on control to protect the family from potential anomalies). Basically just a prompt for a mini vacation for Stan and Angie's family :)
Here you go, Anon.  Warning: Major fluff and sappiness ahead.
              Ford idly scrawled onto a page ofhis research journal.  Normally, he satin his study when writing up research, but right now he was sitting at thekitchen table.  It was quiet, the onlynoise coming from Fiddleford, who hummed as he did the dishes.  Tate was in the front yard, weeding thegarden, per Fiddleford’s request.  Thepeace was shattered by the front door slamming open.
              “Hey!” a deep, gravelly voiceshouted.  “Get back here!”
              “No!” another, higher-pitched,voice responded.  The first voice groanedloudly.  Ford and Fiddleford looked ateach other curiously.
              “That sounded like-” Fordstarted.  He was cut off by a childrunning into the kitchen and promptly crashing into the door leading to theback porch.  Ford closed hisjournal.  “That door opens inwards, Emily.”  Emily, who had bounced off the closed door toland on the ground, nodded.
              “Yeah.  I can tell now.”
              “What was that noise?” the voicefrom earlier called.  Fiddleford driedhis hands on a dishtowel.
              “Yer daughter ran into a closeddoor,” Fiddleford answered.  The owner ofthe voice – Stan – appeared in the kitchen doorway.
              “Em.  You gotta slow down sometimes,” Stan said,exasperated.  Ford snorted.
              “That’s amusing, coming fromyou.”
              “Yeah, yeah,” Stan muttered.  “Shut up.” Emily grinned up at Stan from where she was still sprawled on the floor.
              “Ooh, you said a naughty word,”she sang.  Stan rolled his eyes.
              “Get off the ground.”
              “No.”  Emily laid down.  She spread out her arms and legs.  “I’m comfortable here.”
              “Is that right?” Fiddleford askedgood-naturedly.
              “Yep.  The floor is my home now,” Emily chirped.  Stan rubbed his forehead.
              “…Whatever.  Just- don’t set anything on fire, okay?”
              “No promises,” Emily saidhappily.  Stan grumbled wordlessly andleft the kitchen.  Emily looked over atFord and Fiddleford.  “He’s just grumpy‘cause he drove a long time.”
              “Yes, the trip from San Diego toGravity Falls is a long one,” Ford said. He frowned.  “A trip that I didn’trealize you two were taking.”
              “Oh, it’s not just us,” Emilysaid.  “Ma ‘n all my siblin’s ‘re here,too.”  Fiddleford set down the bowl hehad been drying.
              “…All of ya?” Fiddlefordasked.  Emily nodded.  “Wh- why weren’t we told ‘bout this?”  Emily propped herself up on one elbow.
              “Uh, I thought ya were.”  She raised her voice.  “Dad?”
              “Yeah?” Stan grunted in response.
              “Ya called Uncle Fidds ‘n Ford totell ‘em we were visitin’, right?”
              “No.  Your mom did.”
              “I heard the word ‘mom’,” a newvoice shouted.  Angie poked her head intothe kitchen.  “Am I bein’ summoned by oneof my children?”
              “Yeah.”  Emily sat up and crossed her legs.  “You called Uncle Fidds ‘n Ford and told ‘emwe were comin’ over, right?”
              “No,” Angie said.  “Yer father did.”  Emily grinned.  “What?”
              “You both thought the othercalled us,” Ford said.  Angie blinked.
              “…Oh.”
              “How did this happen?  None of you thought to call ahead when youleft?” Ford asked.  Angie turnedpink.  “…You thought Stan did that.”
              “And I s’ppose Stan thought I didthat,” Angie added.  She rubbed herface.  “Ugh.  Sorry.”
              “It’s fine,” Ford said, fightinga smile.  Angie frowned at him.
              “Are ya amused by this?”
              “It’s such a cliché.  I didn’t think it was something that actuallyhappened,” Ford said.  “Let alone withyou.  You’re typically very level-headedand organized.”  Angie bristled.  She put her hands on her hips.
              “The zoo just got a new batch ofpoison dart frogs what need careful attention, and Stan just started up a newjob.  Add to that our four children, andI think ya can understand why we might be a bit more scatter-brained than twoself-employed folk with one very well-behaved son.”
              “Angie, Ford was just teasin’ya,” Fiddleford said reassuringly.
              “Hmph.”
              “Hang on,” Emilyinterrupted.  “How come ya described Tateas ‘well-behaved’ but ya didn’t give any of yer own kids adjectives?”
              “I specified that Tate waswell-behaved to emphasize that you and yer siblin’s very much ain’t.”
              “Okay, maybe I’m not well-behaved,” Emily said, “but Emmett ‘n Danny are.”  Angie raised an eyebrow.
              “Compared to yer cousin?”
              “Would you wanna raise someonewho always does what they’re told?” Emily shot back.  A small smile quirked the corner of Angie’smouth.  She shook her head.
              “Lord, honey, ya test me ev’ryday.”
              “I know.”
              “Go help yer siblin’s unload thecar.”
              “Yep!”  Emily jumped to her feet and ran out of thekitchen.  A few seconds later, there wasa crash.  “I’m okay!”  Ford and Fiddleford looked at Angie.
              “If she broke somethin’, we’llreplace it,” Angie said.
              “I should check that,” Ford said,getting up.  “It sounded like glass hadbroken.”
              “Yeah, she broke a bottle!” Stanshouted.  Ford grimaced.
              “Oh, dear.  I hope it wasn’t my bottle of magicalsaliva.”
              “Well, go check it,” Fiddlefordsaid.  Ford nodded and exited thekitchen.  Fiddleford smiled cheekily atAngie.  “You and yer husband courtchaos.”
              “Strong words comin’ from someonewhat literally started a cult,” Angiesaid.  Fiddleford rolled his eyes.  “Sorry, by the way, about the confusion.  Now that we’ve got our four wild children, wetry to let people know in advance if we’ll be visitin’.  But since we’ve got those four wildchildren…”  Angie smiled ruefully.  “Things tend to slip through the cracks.”
              “I know, Angie.  I ain’t upset about it.  I always love seein’ yer kidlets.  Might be a bit crowded in the house while yerall here, though,” Fiddleford said. Angie leaned against the wall.
              “Sounds to me like that means weshould spend as much time outside as possible,” she replied.  She grinned. “Does Tate still like to go fishin’?”
—– 
              “Say cheese!” Angie called.  Stan looked over at his wife.  While his back was turned, Emily splashed himwith water, completely soaking through his shirt.  His head whipped around to glare at Emily.
              “Em!” Stan growled.  Emily grinned cheekily at him.
              “Hey, you walked into the lake,you gotta be prepared fer the consequences!” she chirped.  Stan glowered at her.
              “You told me to come out here.”
              “It’s called a trick, old man,”Emily said with a wink.  Stan looked atEmily for a few moments, trying to decide whether to be impressed with hertrickery or upset.  He finally trudgedback silently to the shore, where Angie was standing with her camera.  Angie chuckled.
              “She really got ya wet, darlin’.”
              “Your daughter’s hell on wheels.”
              “She’s yer daughter, too.”  Angie stood on her tiptoes to give Stan apeck on the cheek.  “I got a picture ofthat exact moment she splashed ya, by the way.”
              “Great,” Stan grunted.  Angie kissed him again.
              “Aw, don’t be such asourpuss.  We’re here to enjoy qualitytime with our fam’ly, not get grumpy ‘bout the misbehavior of our admittedlydifficult children.  And ya got to admit,that’s somethin’ you woulda done yourself.”
              “Yeah, yeah, whatever.”  Stan sighed. He put an arm around Angie’s shoulders. “I thought the point of us all drivin’ out to the lake was so we couldgo fishin’ together.  But here we are,standin’ on the shore, not fishing.”
              “Stanford and Fiddleford’s boatis too small.”  Angie poked at Stan’schest.  “We’re takin’ turns.  I explained that already.”
              “I was distracted.  Daisy and Tate were doin’ somethin’…unsavorywith the lures,” Stan said.  He looked atAngie.  “Think our kids are a badinfluence?”  Angie leaned against himwith a contemplative expression.
              “Hmm.  Sometimes.”
              “Good.”  Angie looked up at him curiously.  “I don’t want my kids to be goody two shoes.”
              “Stan…”
              “Hey, you knew that when yamarried me,” Stan said.  “Pretty sure itwas in my vows somewhere.”  Angielaughed.  The sound of a boat motor graduallycame closer.  “Seems like we’re gonna getour turn to catch a shit ton of fish.”
              “I don’t care how many fish we catch.  I just care that we spend some quality timetogether as a fam’ly,” Angie said sweetly.
              “Sounds like someone who knows theycan’t catch more than me.”               “Oh, you want to go, Pines?”Angie said, her tone challenging.  Stangrinned.
              “You know I do, McGucket.”
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cudan2 · 6 years
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The Scarf Not Taken
Word Count: 2,035
Summary: Carlisle goes clubbing to get his first taste of the New York nightlife. It doesn’t go quiet as planned.
A/N: Many moons ago, I promised @kellythepitiablefangirl that I’d tell the story of how Carlisle found out he didn’t like clubbing (#6 on my headcanon list). That was Christmas. Of 2016. Woops. Without further ado, here is my terrible writing. (A little Carlisle x Reader because we don’t get enough of that.) Please note that I’ve never actually been to a club and also thanks Kelly for helping me with this!
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“It’ll be fun,” they said. “You’ll like it.”
Oh, how wrong they were.
The night started off with Carlisle standing in his unnecessarily expansive closet. Sounds of crickets chirping and wind blowing through the surrounding New Jersey forests were accompanied by the soft melody of Liszt’s “Liebestraum” coming from speakers in the adjoining bedroom.
Carlisle wore his typical attire: grey slacks, a striped button down, and a knitted pullover – also grey. Of course, no outfit would be complete without a signature scarf he grabbed off from a rack and tied around his neck.
He headed downstairs to meet his family, or just Rosalie and Emmett in this case. Edward and Bella were at Dartmouth and everyone else, including you, happened to be on a two and a half month vacation in Europe.
It was two and a half months too long.
Although Carlisle wished for you to experience the world, he missed the feeling of your body in his arms. He missed seeing your lips purse as you concentrated on something or how you were able to make him feel as though nothing else in the world mattered. He missed you. Despite calling or FaceTiming you nearly every night, it just wasn’t the same.  
Meanwhile, it was one of the several nights Carlisle had off from the hospital – a mandatory break from his boss. With nothing to do, he felt it appropriate to finally experience the modern nightlife near his new home. New York City wasn’t coined “The City that Never Sleeps” for nothing.
However, he wasn’t so sure clubbing was the kind of nightlife he wanted to experience no matter how much Emmett insisted on it. It just didn’t seem like an activity a nearly 380-year-old vampire would be particularly interested in. But then again, he’d been proven wrong before.  
“What are you wearing?” Rosalie exclaimed in horror from the bottom of the staircase the moment Carlisle came into view. He stared curiously at her.
“I was told to dress comfortably.”
“We told you to wear something comfortable. That doesn’t mean you have to look like you’re going to an early-bird special,” Emmett laughed.
“Well technically, I am an old man.”
“But to a human, you are 23. There is no way in hell anyone will let you in dressed like that,” Rosalie scoffed, eying Carlisle’s clothes distastefully. “Alice would keel over if she saw you.”
“She probably did, assuming she wasn’t buying every piece of clothing in Paris. Or y’know, doing the dirty deed with Jazz.” He wiggled his eyebrows before his mate roughly hit his chest. Carlisle’s eyebrows scrunched slightly at Emmett’s crudeness. It was enough to have to live with everyone and their… late night activities. He didn’t need to be reminded of it every other moment.
“Emmett!” She groaned loudly before dragging Carlisle upstairs by the arm. “Argh, you people sometimes! I swear!”
Carlisle walked down the stairs for the second time that night, this time followed by Rosalie. She’d forced him into a barely worn t-shirt, tucked into a pair of dark jeans that were tighter than what he was used to, finally topped off with a blazer. His beloved scarf had been discarded somewhere in his closet. Carlisle hadn’t even left the house yet and he was already feeling out of his element.
Rosalie told him they were using “Uber” to get to the club – something about acting like a normal human. Quite frankly, she had made absolutely no sense to him but he didn’t question her. They knew what they were doing, right?  
Fate just had to prove him wrong though. When Rosalie called for the Uber, Carlisle didn’t expect to see a tiny sedan pull up in front of their house. He also didn’t expect to be forced to sit in the passenger seat, surrounded by the stench of vomit, cigarettes, garbage, and what he suspected was some sort of illegal substance. The driver was shaking and for some asinine reason, no one decided to get out of the car.
“Are you alright?” Carlisle asked.
The driver turned towards him and offered a lopsided, toothy grin. “Awesome, dude!”
Carlisle couldn’t ignore the red eyes and dilated pupils that stared back at him. He stiffened and sent a mental prayer that they wouldn’t get into an accident.
The hour it took to get from the outskirts of Alpine to the Meatpacking District was one of the most uncomfortable experiences he’s ever endured. After a while, Carlisle had resigned to holding his breath in order to stop inhaling in the horrid smells. It was almost as bad as a candle store.
Carlisle sighed. Rosalie and Emmett seemed like they were having fun so far though.  
After paying the driver, the three of them stepped out of the cramped car, and the sedan sped off to endanger someone else’s life.  
The street was bathed in glaring red lights. Sweat and alcohol infiltrated his nose and loud music flowed out from club, assaulting his ears.
They made their way towards the end of a line already wrapped around the block. Both the men and women lining the wall eyed him – some with lust, others with awe or envy. He swore it was the pants that put him on display like that.
Oh, how he wished you could be here tonight with him. At least then he wouldn’t be so inclined to sprint off. With every minute that passed by, Carlisle felt the urge to go home becoming stronger and stronger. Honestly, how those two managed to peer pressure him into clubbing was beyond him. And Carlisle thought he was the one with self-control.
Over an hour and a half had passed by the time they even reached the inside of the club. Carlisle felt the thundering bass reverberate through his chest while the artist spat out words at a rapid fire. Every corner of the club was packed with people either getting drinks or… good god, was that seriously what people considered dancing nowadays?
He felt a light tap on his shoulder and turned around.
“Dance with me!” a girl that barely looked 21 shouted at him. He smelled the alcohol roll off her with every breath she took. Carlisle wildly looked around for Emmett and Rosalie before realizing that he’d been abandoned.
Of course they would leave him.
“I don’t think that would be a good idea…”
“Come on! It’ll be fun!” She then began grinding against him much to his surprise. He tried to step back, but there were just too many people around him to move away far enough.
He didn’t enjoy this at all. How you would react if you found out this happened… he couldn’t even fathom it.
“Hey! Get the fuck away from my girlfriend!” Carlisle felt a hand on his shoulder and took this as a cue to quickly step aside and dodge a fist flying towards him. Another fist came at him but was easily dodged again. He mentally groaned. Why on earth did he agree to come here tonight?
“Please, I believe there was a misunderstanding,” Carlisle said before any bystanders could get hurt.
“I don’t give a shit! Stay away from her if you know what’s good for you,” the boyfriend huffed, realizing he wouldn’t be able to land any hits, and stomped away with the girlfriend.
Carlisle stared after them in bewilderment. He was definitely too old to be dealing with these sorts of things, or that was how he felt in comparison to everyone else in this cramped place.
To avoid that… situation again, he made his way towards the bar where the crowd was thinning. Bad luck seemed to strike once more. Not paying attention to where he was going, Carlisle bumped into another body and what smelled like vodka spilled onto his blazer. Now Alice was going to kill him when she got home.
“You asshole! That was seventeen dollars!” a man seethed at him.
“I’m terribly sorry about that. Perhaps I could buy you another–”
“Just get out of my sight. I can get my own drink.” The man pushed pass Carlisle, muttering more obscenities under his breath.
Carlisle sighed for what seemed like the millionth time tonight. Clubbing really wasn’t meeting any of his expectations, even if those expectations were practically nonexistent to begin with.
The vodka was starting to soak through the blazer. He maneuvered through a sea of people and finally discovered a bathroom in the back. Opening the door, he found the room to be just as filthy as predicted. The dim lights did nothing to hide the revolting grime on the floor, the shattered mirrors, or the peeling paint. He was almost afraid to walk further than the doorframe. He heard a loud moan and looked towards the one stall – a shaking stall. Two pairs of legs could be seen.
Carlisle decided that he had truly entered the first ring of hell itself.
He swiftly turned around, blazer be damned, only to find someone running towards him. He meant to move out of the way, but it was too late. Vomit spilled onto his shoes and formed a puddle where he stood. There was nothing he could do but stand there.
“I’m so sorry about my friend!” a woman came rushing up.
“It’s… fine…” He offered them a strained smile. The woman helped her friend into the bathroom behind him. Carlisle shook the vomit off his shoes, or as much would come off anyway. It was time to go home.  
Skirting around the crowd to avoid being seen, Carlisle ran for the closest exit he could find. The cool air blew across his face as he darted back to New Jersey, sending a quick text to Rosalie and Emmett to let them know that he’d left. Cars and streetlights quickly morphed into blurs of trees. Somewhere along the way, his vomit-covered shoes found home in a dumpster.
He didn’t notice that your scent had filled the house once again when he came home. Too focused on the terrible night he just had, Carlisle hadn’t realized he wasn’t alone until he heard the sound of a page turning from upstairs. He sprinted to the bedroom you both shared and there you were, sitting up in bed with a book in your hands and wearing only your underwear and one of his long-sleeved shirts.
“You’re home,” he breathed out.
You looked up from the book with a smirk playing on your lips. “I am.”
In less than a second, you were in his arms. He twirled you around the room, kissing you as though it’d been years since you last saw each other. Neither of you could contain the laughter that permeated through the air when he put you down. His hands cupped you cheeks, golden eyes gazing down at the face he’s thought about for so long. Nothing else mattered now that you were home.
“You have no idea how much I have missed you, my darling. Why are you here? I thought you weren’t supposed to be home for another two weeks. Where is everyone else?” Carlisle continued his questions until you shushed him with another lingering kiss. His hands slowly moved down to your waist as you wrapped your arms around his neck.
“Carlisle!” you giggled, eyes twinkling with mirth. “Calm down, Alice just thought you could use some cheering up after the night you’ve had. I cannot believe you of all people went clubbing.”
A wry expression formed on his face. “I didn’t particularly care for it.”
Another laugh escaped from you. “Of course you didn’t. Clubbing isn’t fun when you’re incapable of getting drunk.” Oh. Carlisle mentally reminded himself to confront Emmett and Rosalie about that later.
“Alice should’ve sent you sooner. It would have spared me from that awful experience.” His forehead came to rest on yours, but you nudged him back.
“Okay, as much as I love you and would love to spend the rest of eternity like this, please go take a shower,” you pushed him towards the bathroom. “You smell disgusting.”
“My apologies, darling. Perhaps you could join me?” Carlisle offered, grinning.
“Maybe when you stop smelling like a bad college memory.”      
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for the freeform prompts maybe with your Reverse Stanley mcgucket au Stan getting to reunite with the rest of the Mcgucket family after just coming back from the portal. please and thank you (and I love you blog :) )
               Stan tried to calm hisnerves.  Angie looked at him, clearlytorn between amusement and concern.
               “Darlin’?” Angie saidquietly.  
               “Yeah?” Stan responded.
               “Are ya nervous?”
               “Would ya laugh if I said Iwas?”
               “Oh, no, honey, not at all,”Angie said.  Danny leaned forward in herseat to put a hand on Stan’s shoulder.
               “Dad, we get it.  You still get weird around a lotta noise,”Danny said.
               “And McGuckets make lots ofnoise,” Daisy added.  
               “Hon, we can call it off if yawant,” Angie said.  Stan shook his head.
               “No.  I know your folks think of me as theirown.  I don’t wanna be rude to ‘em.”
               “They would understand,” Angiesaid firmly.  Stan glanced out thewindow.  His heart ached at the sight ofthe white farmhouse, orchard, barn, and pasture he’d spent years tendingto.  
               “We’re already here,” Stanpointed out.
               “We can leave.  Say the word.”
               “No.  I- I wanna see your folks.”
               “Are ya sure?” Angie asked.
               “Yeah.  I’m sure.”
               “Okay.”  Angie parked the car.  She turned around.  “Kidlets, we’re here!”  Daisy let out a low whoop.  Emmett yawned widely and opened hiseyes.  Emory didn’t move.  “Daisy, wake up yer lil brother, would ya.”
               “On it,” Daisy said.  She opened her mouth.
               “Without yellin’.  We’re in a car, junebug.”
               “Fine,” Daisy grumbled.  She pulled on Emory’s caramel-coloredcurls.  Emory mumbled something, butdidn’t wake up.  “He’s not gonna wanna wakeup, Ma.”
               “Figure it out,” Angie said,getting out of the car.  Daisygroaned.  Stan got out.  He shoved his hand in his pocket and surveyedthe farm.  Angie walked over to him.  With a small sigh, she put her head on hisshoulder.  “Ya look like yer deep inthought.”
               “Nah.  Not really.”
               “Holy- they’re here!”  A shout rang from the house.  Angie and Stan looked over.  Harper was standing on the porch, beaming.  “Ya look more bear than man, Stanley.”  Stan grinned.
               “Your hair’s grayer than theSeattle sky,” Stan retorted.  Harperchuckled.  The front door opened, and twoother McGuckets exited.  Violynn, herbright red hair faded with age, smiled fondly, as did Basstian, who stilltowered over his older siblings.  
               “Come on in, Stan, you’ve gotsome nieces and nephews what missed ya,” Violynn called.  Daisy exited the car and began to head towardthe barn.
               “Whoa, there, missy, where areya goin’?” Angie asked.  
               “Emory still won’t wake up.  I’m gonna grab a chicken and put it on hishead,” Daisy replied.  
               “No, no ya won’t,” Stan saidquickly.  “Just plug his nose until hewakes up.”  Stan grinned at Angie.  “That’s what I do with your ma.”  Angie rolled her eyes, but planted a smallkiss on his cheek anyways.
               “Let’s go inside.”
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               Stan listened to Mason,Violynn’s youngest child and only son, talk excitedly about the classes he wasenrolled in for the fall.  
               “I can’t believe you’re incollege, kiddo,” Stan said, shaking his head.
               “Almost done with my bachelor’sin vocal performance, actually,” Mason said proudly.  
               “Geez. The last time I saw ya,you weren’t even a teenager.”
               “Have ya talked to Layla yet?”
               “No.  Why?”
               “She and her partner areexpectin’.”
               “Really?”
               “Yup.  Layla’s ‘bout eight months along already.”
               “Wow.”
               “It’s- it’s really good to seeya again, Uncle Stan,” Mason said quietly. Stan smiled at his nephew.
               “It’s good to see you too.”
               “So, what happened while youwere gone?” Mason asked.  Staninstinctively tensed.  The room, whichhad been filled with amicable chatter, suddenly became silent.
               “Mason,” Violynn hissed.  
               “What?  It’s a valid question,” Mason saiddefensively.  “I mean, he was gone fertwelve years.  Then he shows up outta theblue with scars and missin’ an arm. Clearly somethin’ happened tohim.”
               “Mason, quit talkin’ ‘fore yadig yourself a hole deep enough to be yer grave,” Pa McGucket rumbled, sittingup straight in his armchair, where he had been dozing.  Stan felt someone sit next to him on thecouch.
               “Stanley, are you all right?” MaMcGucket asked gently, putting a careful hand on his shoulder.  Stan nodded.
               “Yeah, I- I’m fine,” Stan chokedout.  He glanced around the room.  “Where’s-”
               “Emmett had a bit of a nervousfit, so Angie took him to the guest room to calm down,” Lute answered.  “Poor kid ticked off our most irritable steerwhile he was playin’ by the pasture.”
               “I can go get her,” Harper said,starting to get up from his chair.  Stanshook his head, suddenly painfully aware of how he was the center of attention.
               Andnot in a good way.  In a “if we don’ttake care of him, he’ll break” kinda way. God, I’m so sick of bein’ treated like this.
               “I’m fine,” Stan saidfirmly.  He took a steadying breath.  “Mason, what happened to me is a long story.”
               “Stanley, ya don’t need toanswer his question,” Violynn interjected. She glared at her son.  “He knowsbetter ‘n to bring up painful memories.”
               “No, really, I- I should talkabout it,” Stan said.  He idly scratchedthe stumpy end of his right arm.
               “Only in a specific situation,”Michelle, Basstian’s wife, intervened.  “Andin a controlled environment.”
               …Ohyeah, she’s a shrink, isn’t she?
               “This seems as good a time asany,” Stan insisted.  Michelle pursed herlips.  “And it’s not like it’s the firsttime I’ve told the story.”
               Ipracticed it twenty times to make sure all the bullshit in it would hold up.
               “If you’re sure…” Michellestarted slowly.  Stan nodded.  
               “I am.  But, uh, Mason, go grab your Aunt Angie,would ya?” Stan said.  “Y’know, moralsupport or whatever.”  Mason nodded andran off.  Basstian cleared his throat.
               “‘Fore that troublemaker getsback with the troublemaker ya married,” Basstian said, “Stan, I feel I shouldaddress the elephant in the room.  Whyhaven’t ya gotten yourself a prosthetic yet?”
               “Oh, for this?” Stan said,waving what remained of his right arm.  “I’vebeen back like, a month.  Fidds and Dannyjust moved onto the prototype phase. They brought some of their stuff here, so they could keep workin’ on it.  I think they’re in the front yard right now.”
               “Yer havin’ yer daughter andbrother-in-law build ya a prosthetic arm?” Harper asked.  
               “Well, yeah.  For one thing, it’s free.  For another, they’re the only people whowould be willing to make me an arm that can launch missiles.”
               “Yer jokin’,” Harper saidflatly.  There was a loud crash fromoutside.
               “Uncle Fidds!  Get the fire extinguisher!” Danny shouted.  Stan raised an eyebrow at Harper.  
               “…Yer not jokin’,” Harperamended.  Pa McGucket got up from hisarmchair.  
               “Better go see what sort ofdamage the grandkids did to the property this time.”
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