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Daddy's Credit Card
Cullen Family x Female Vampire Reader
Jacob Black x Female Reader
PART 12
Summary: Y/N continues to spend increasing amounts of time with Jacob and Carlisle worries that she isn't taking her health seriously.
TW: Arguments, mentions of medical testing/treatments/injuries
Carlisle paced the floor of his office, clicking Y/N's contact on his screen and lifting the phone up to his ear. Carlisle had given Y/N a lot of leeway, but her tests showed that her condition was continuing to worsen.
Carlisle understood that she may be feeling better, but she shouldn't be pushing herself. Y/N and Jacob had been spending a concerning amount of time away from the house in the last few weeks. Y/N had been dismissive, refusing testing while continuing to disappear for hours on end with Jacob.
Carlisle had previously encouraged them to spend time together, but now he was beginning to regret it.
Carlisle had been waiting for Y/N to return home all night and had been calling her for the last two hours. Carlisle couldn't shake the tension that blanketed his body.
What if she was injured? What if Jacob had lost her? What if she had done something stupid?
Carlisle shook his head with a huff as he heard Y/N's voicemail message for the tenth time in the last hour.
"Still nothing?" Edward questioned from the doorway, Carlisle shook his head.
"I haven't been able to reach her," He said.
"Bella hasn't been able to get ahold of Jacob either," Edward stated.
"I have a bad feeling about this," Carlisle muttered, setting his cellphone down on the edge of his desk.
Edward turned his head slightly, both of them falling silent as they heard the faint sound of Jacob's motorcycle approaching. Edward and Carlisle wordlessly made their way out of his office and through the house.
Carlisle descended the stairs with Edward following closely behind him. He opened the door and stepped outside as Jacob helped Y/N off the back of his motorcycle.
"Are you alright? I've been calling you for hours," Carlisle said.
"I'm fine," Y/N replied dismissively.
"Where have you been?" Edward asked, crossing his arms.
"Not that it's any of your business, but I spent the night at Jacob's house," Y/N snapped.
"Y/N, you should have come home last night... What if something happened while you were away? Every second counts when dealing with an unexplained illness like this," Carlisle questioned.
"I'm not going to spend whatever time I have left as a lab rat, Carlisle," Y/N stated, walking up the stairs and into the house without another word.
"It was my idea for her to spend the night. Not hers," Jacob said.
"I appreciate that you care for her, but her situation is very precarious at this time, Jacob. She needs to be here where we can intervene quickly if something goes wrong," Carlisle replied.
"She just wants some normalcy. I get that you all want to keep her in this little bubble, but she should have the chance to actually live before she dies," Jacob stated, making his way up to the house.
Carlisle shifted on his feet, turning towards his son, "This is not going to end well," Edward muttered.
Carlisle didn't reply, reluctantly returning back into the house and walking up to Y/N's bedroom. He lingered in the doorway, watching her as she shrugged off her jacket with a grimace.
"Are you in pain?" Carlisle questioned.
"I'm fine," Y/N snapped.
Carlisle sighed softly, "I don't want you to be angry with me, Y/N. I worry because I care and want you to be safe," He said.
"I hate what my life is turning into... I can't do anything without everyone being all over me about it," Y/N said angrily, tossing her jacket on the bed.
Carlisle tensed as the hem of her shirt lifted slightly, "I need to see your back," He said.
"We're in the middle of a conversation," Y/N snapped.
"Yes, you can get back to scolding me after you let me look at you," Carlisle said, stepping closer to her.
Y/N rolled her eyes, allowing him to lift up the hem of her shirt. Her side and back were covered in large purple bruises.
"Did you get into an accident while you were away?" Carlisle asked.
"No, why?" Y/N replied.
"You're covered in bruises, Y/N," He stated.
Her brow furrowed in confusion as she looked down at her side. Carlisle touched the skin carefully with his fingertips, applying gentle pressure to the bruise.
"Does that hurt?" He questioned, she nodded.
"You didn't notice any bruising or pain overnight?" Carlisle asked.
"No," Y/N said.
"I want to check your vitals, take some blood and do an ultrasound," Carlisle listed, gently moving his fingertips over her ribcage.
She made a soft noise in her throat, grimacing as she flinched away from his touch.
"I think your ribs may be broken," Carlisle stated.
"How? I didn't even do anything," Y/N said.
"I don't know," Carlisle replied.
...
Edward sat in the chair at Y/N's bedside, silently watching over her as she slept. Carlisle's testing had revealed that Y/N's body was almost entirely depleted of calcium and the clotting factors in her blood were concerningly low. This meant that her bones were incredibly brittle and any bleeding could easily become unmanageable.
Carlisle quickly placed her on bedrest, restricting her activity as much as he possibly could. X-rays revealed that Y/N had multiple broken ribs and fractured bones all over her body.
The pain soon became apparent and Carlisle ensured that Y/N was given the necessary medications to relieve her discomfort. She had been sleeping steadily for the last few hours, only stirring when the pain began to resurface.
Y/N shifted with a grimace and Edward sat forward in his chair. He watched her as she struggled to find a comfortable position before standing up from his seat. Edward moved over to the door, opening it and leaning out into the hallway.
"She's in pain," He stated.
Carlisle nodded, standing up from his seat and making his way down the hallway. Jacob stood as Carlisle slipped into the room, slowly approaching Edward as Y/N was given another dose of pain medication.
"I can take over," Jacob offered, Edward nodded.
Jacob lingered by the doorway as Edward returned to the living room. Carlisle lifted the blankets over Y/N before quietly exiting the bedroom.
"Is this the only thing we're doing for her now? Dosing her up when the pain becomes too much?" Jacob questioned.
"I don't like this either, Jacob. But there's nothing else I can do for her right now. Tests are pending and hopefully we'll get some good news," Carlisle said.
"We both know that she didn't want to end up like this," Jacob stated.
"It was unavoidable," Carlisle replied simply.
"We could have let her go out on her own terms," Jacob said, Carlisle tensed for a moment before steeling himself.
"Maybe you should return home for a while, Jacob. This situation doesn't need to become more difficult than it already is," Carlisle said calmly.
"I'm not leaving her," Jacob responded, making his way over to Y/N's bed.
Carlisle didn't reply, closing the door quietly before returning to sit with his family. Jacob stepped out of his shoes, lifting the blankets and laying down in the bed behind Y/N.
Jacob shifted closer to her, carefully wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her body back against his chest. Y/N exhaled softly as she settled back into his warmth, body relaxing in his grasp.
Her fingers brushed over the back of his hand gently as she intertwined their fingers, "Thank you for staying," She mumbled.
"Can't think of anywhere else I'd rather be," Jacob replied.
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Y/N's strength and mobility had become increasingly limited as the days went on. She could barely manage to make it to the bathroom without being carried. Y/N had lost a great deal of weight, her bones stuck out from under her skin as she wasted away to nothing.
Carlisle tried to get her repositioned in bed or moved to a chair to keep her from resting on any newly exposed bony prominences. The last thing she needed was a bedsore on top of everything else she was already going through. Carlisle had her on fluids the majority of the time, but her nutritional intake was virtually inexistent.
Y/N couldn't keep anything down and the constant vomiting had led to a tear forming in her esophagus. She had been throwing up blood for days and she remained anemic after countless blood transfusions.
Nothing was helping and Carlisle was running out of options. Y/N was miserable and everyone could clearly see that she wasn't getting any better.
Carlisle had been moving her out into the living room every day, hoping that a change of scenery or some television would distract her.
It didn't.
Y/N barely spoke, staring off into space as she struggled to cope with the pain in her throat and body. Jacob stayed close to her at all times, watching over her for as long as he could before eventually falling into a dreamless sleep.
Y/N slept on the couch with her body leaned back against Jacob's side. She shifted slightly in her sleep and he looked down at her, waiting for her to settle before his eyes returned to the television.
Bella watched him from across the room, smiling slightly at how caring he was. Y/N was truly lucky to have him at her side during such a hard time.
"What are you smiling about?" Edward questioned quietly, standing beside her.
"I think he likes her," Bella replied, watching Jacob as he pulled the blanket up over Y/N's body.
Edward huffed a laugh, "Of course he does... They understand each other in a way that most people don't," He said.
"I can hear you," Jacob muttered, not bothering to tear his eyes away from the football game on the screen.
Y/N brow furrowed as she opened her eyes, "Are you okay?" Jacob questioned.
She shook her head, turning slightly with a grimace, "Wanna go back to bed?" Emmett asked, Y/N nodded.
Emmett stood up from his seat, moving over to her, "I can take her," Jacob offered.
"Nah, don't worry about it. You stay here, I can sit with her for a while," Emmett said.
"Okay, let me know when you want to trade off," Jacob replied.
"Will do," Emmett nodded, bending down and sliding his arms underneath her body carefully.
Emmett lifted her up and she let out a cry of pain as a soft cracking noise filled the room. Carlisle shot up from his chair, rushing over to them as Jacob shifted off the couch.
"Lay her down as gently as you can manage. Edward, get the portable x-ray machine and bring it over here," Carlisle instructed quickly.
Emmett lowered her down on the couch again, removing his arms from under her body, "I'm so sorry. I don't even know what I did," Emmett said.
"Her bones are incredibly fragile. You were as gentle with her as you could have been," Carlisle replied, kneeling down on the floor beside the couch.
"Where does it hurt? Your back?" He asked.
"Yeah," Y/N whimpered, eyes glossing over with tears as her body trembled.
Edward returned with the x-ray machine, Carlisle slid the board underneath her before taking a few images. He viewed the pictures for a moment before turning off the machine.
"How bad is it?" Jacob questioned, holding onto Y/N's hand.
"Her back is broken.... We should get her back into her bed and I think we need to refrain from moving her," Carlisle stated.
"What kind of life is that?" Jacob questioned.
"Jacob, please, not now," Carlisle said firmly.
"No, we can't keep pretending that she's gonna be fine. We need to talk about what we're doing for her because this isn't working. She's throwing up blood, can't eat, can't talk, her bones shatter like glass and she's in pain every single day," Jacob listed angrily.
"You people claim to care about her, but this isn't what loving someone should look like. You're selfish. All of you. She told you exactly what she wanted and none of you even considered it. Y/N deserves to make the choice about how her life ends, not any of you," Jacob continued.
"You really want to kill the girl that you love, Jacob?" Edward questioned, his tone was eerily calm.
Jacob glared at him, "I want what's best for her," He spat.
"Carlisle just needs more time. He could find the cure for whatever this is tomorrow and it'll be for nothing if she's dead," Edward snapped.
"She should have-," Jacob began.
"There isn't one," Carlisle stated, swiftly cutting Jacob off.
The room fell silent, "What?" Jacob asked softly.
"There isn't a cure... I don't know what this is, neither does the Volturi," Carlisle said.
"You said that we weren't going to involve them in this," Edward said.
"I had no other choice. I tried everything that I could, but found nothing... The Volturi was my last option and they've never heard of anything like this," Carlisle said.
"How long have you known this?" Rosalie questioned.
"Two months," Carlisle stated.
Jacob felt his body temperature rise, anger burning like a fire in his gut. Edward looked over at him, "You need to go before you hurt Y/N," He instructed.
"This isn't over," Jacob growled as he stormed out of the room, bumping harshly into Carlisle as he raced out of the house.
"Jacob," Y/N called softly, crying out in pain as she attempted to sit up.
"He'll be back, he just needs some time to calm down," Bella assured, desperately hoping that she was right.
Jacob ignored her cry as he rushed into the woods, skin burning with fury as his body trembled. He threw off his clothes, breathing heavily as the wolf took over. He sprinted through the forest as fast as he could, claws digging into the dirt as he ran.
Jacob had never been more enraged in his entire life. These people were monsters. Carlisle had known that he couldn't save Y/N for two months and hadn't said a thing.
Jacob believed that Carlisle would figure out what had caused her illness and cure her. He hoped that they could be together for more than her final days and he felt like a fool.
They had both been through so much and Jacob had been planning a future that they could never have. Jacob wasn't sure when Y/N became such an important person in his life, but she had found a way into his heart.
Jacob had fallen in love with her and now he would have to watch her die.
Bella had shattered his heart and he had finally started to put the pieces back together when he met Y/N. They were two broken people who needed someone on their side.
Jacob wasn't ready to lose her, but he knew that he didn't have a choice.
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there’s a guy at work who’s forcing everyone in the breakroom to gender me right by yelling my name at any given moment
he also said he was sorry he read my deadname on the worksheet but was “going to get black out drunk and probably forget dw”
edit : im a trans guy, im out and on T but im very short that’s why my buddy asserts my gender for me i repeat he’s not outing me he’s doing it to keep me from being misgendered
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yeah im “transitioning” *dissolves into tiny pieces as i click to the next slide*
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Marvel Team Red is still such a funny concept to me. Sure stick Mr. "My superpower is sensory issues" with the two most annoying bitches alive. I'm sure this won't have any repercussions
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I've been having a really hard time finishing things lately so have some silly I most likely will never get around to lining/coloring.
Also world's most dysfunctional polycule.
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Our husband (Robin) has gone off to war (grounded in gotham) and we’ve been praying to god (annoying batman) for his safe return home (being able to hang out again)
— Every superhero team with a Robin ever
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Pspspsps get your Shapes and Pines AU doodles




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crazy that gravity falls was like, hey what if we made twin brothers, and one of them is the worse one. he gets bad grades, he likes to punch his problems, everyone thinks of him as “the other one.” he’s engulfed in a shadow that’s shaped like him. he doesn’t even have his own name—it’s derived of his brother’s name, the only one his parents planned on having and using. everything about him is derivative—imitative of another person (his twin brother) (the one everyone likes and wants) and is disapproved of for that reason (he isn’t just “bad at this thing,” he’s “not as good as his brother”). and then he ruins his brother’s science fair project (the one next to his own—no one noticed it because it’s not good, it’s almost stupid next to a “perpetual motion machine” made by a high schooler) (he tried to fix it) (he doesn’t know how; he’s not as smart as the guy who made it) and he gets kicked out. the potential of the money his twin could’ve made is enough to throw him onto the street, and he can’t go home until he makes that money back (the money that was never gained and therefore was never lost. he never had a chance of making enough). he took every job he could (his brother went to school). he got banned from multiple states (his brother bought a house). he traveled internationally and went to prison and had people try to hunt him down and kill him because he couldn’t make enough money (his brother’s house has three basements. he made them himself, as secure as can be). and when his twin finally summons him for help, things go wrong (he messed up this machine like the last one) (he doesn’t know how to fix it. he isn’t as smart as the guy who made it) (he tries to fix it) (he was never any good at reading and these blueprints are impossible, coded and fragmented and in a science that he didn’t know existed) (he tries to fix it). the townspeople ask who he is, and he doesn’t even say his own name (it was hardly his to begin with). and he invites them to a house that isn’t his to show off experiments that aren’t his because he needs to make money that can’t be his. everything he does for the next 30 years is in his twin’s name, for his twin’s sake. he had two funerals for himself and it isn’t even his body in the casket; he had to wear his brother’s name to both of them. if he had died before he fixed the portal, that funeral wouldn’t have been for him. we meet him as a funny and unique character, but in-universe, he’s only ever been defined by someone else.
and then they went, this is entirely in the background btw. most of that is going to be revealed in one episode and won’t be addressed again. he’s a primary comic relief, even. I’m ill about this.
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jon snow: im a bastard. everyone hates me. i want to die. and im 14
tyrion for some fucking reason:
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guess who found a pointilism brush on ibis paint and got ✨inspired✨
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