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sadembryhours · 1 year

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things change [but not him.]

snippet of autistic!quil , autistic!reader goes to a new restaurant and the atmosphere gets the best of them.

i was really bouncing between embry & jared for this one, so he is left unnamed! can b platonic or romantic, whichever <3

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One thing you like about living in a small town was the absence of change. If things became different — if new shops or restaurants or people popped up — it was usually the talk of the town long enough for you to become used to it.

Until you started venturing out to the city with everyone, where everything was different.

There wasn’t a menu you could look up online, and the atmosphere was a change to the other places you new. But, Paul insisted on eating at this new place ; that you’d love it because the reviews were outstanding. You went just to make him happy — you went because you knew it was rare to go out of town and the others looked just as excited.

Wide eyes were staring down at the menu but not taking anything in. The lights were bright ; the music was popping in your ears and banging against your brain. Quil is sitting in front of you, the toe of his shoe tapping against yours as he desperately tries to settle you both.

Seth tugs at the edge of your menu, bringing your eyes to him. He’s speaking, mouth forming words you can’t hear. His smile fades the longer you stare at his mouth as your fingers begin to twitch.

You want to rock ; want to bang your spine into the chair behind you so hard it makes your entire body quake. Squeezing your eyes shut, you’re desperate for some kind of relief. The urge to pull and tug on your hair lessens as the need to pick at your lip skin heightens.

Eventually, you settle for rubbing the palm of your hand against your jeans. The roughness settles you just enough to open your eyes once more — it reminds you of the times you’d rub the material of your clothes until your fingertips seemed to disappear.

A phone is slid into your view, the screen dim enough that it doesn’t make you feel like squinting. Can I help? is written on the blacked out snapchat screen. You nod, sucking your bottom lip between your teeth as the phone is taken away. It’s placed back in your view, the question something different. Can I touch you?

Again, you nod and melt at the warmth that meets the top of your head. Slow, heated hands glide down until they’re on your shoulders and they squeeze. He takes them off, starting at the top of your head again and repeating the process until you’re breathing steadily.

“I’m going to bring your chair closer to mine, okay?” The warning is whispered close to you. Nodding, you allow him to pull you close and wrap his arm around your shoulders heavily. The added pressure makes you relax even further.

The menu is starting to make sense now — the words looking like actual words — but he reads it out to you quietly anyways. He knows your eating habits already ; knows what dishes to skip because you wouldn’t even think of ordering it.

You look up to Seth suddenly, breaking him from his conversation. Your voice is melted in with the background music, muted and quiet as you continue to steady yourself. “What were you saying?”

“Just asking what you were going to order!” Seth grins. He isn’t displeased with your lack of conversation ; doesn’t judge or punish you for the way your brain works.

Smiling back at him, you look down to the menu once more. You lean into his warmth a little more before nodding, telling Seth what you were choosing to eat.

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ivorydragoness44 · 1 year

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Imagine baking cookies for the Wolf Pack:

Hearing the beep of the oven, you sprung into action. As you pulled on a set of oven mitts, you could hear the fast approaching footsteps. It was not everyday that you baked cookies from scratch, much less so many batches. The heat of the oven engulfed your face when you opened the door to retrieve the trays from the racks. Closing the door and turning around, you nearly spilled the cookies. “Did you guys gain the ability to teleport while you were out running around?” You asked when you found yourself faced with a group of eager wolf shifters. They laughed as you set the trays of cookies down on the counter. “Nah, we’re just really fast,” said Quil. You laughed as you took off the oven mitts. “Yeah, in wolf form.” “We’re still fast!” Jared defended. “We’ll show you, watch this,” Embry said, reaching for a cookie. “Ah-ah!” You swatted at his hand.

“Hey~” he frowned; the others laughing or otherwise looking for an opportunity. “No. They’re right out of the oven. Let them see the light of day for ten seconds!” There was a pause, and you could only assume what they had in-mind. “Ten,” Paul smirked. “No.” A few of them frowned. “Why not?” “Yeah, it’s not like we’ll burn our tongues off,” Jared crossed his arms. “They said ‘no’.” Leah called over the boys. “And the more you ask, the longer you’ll have to wait.” “And didn’t we just eat?” Jacob said, leaning against the wall. “Have you ever had the cookies that they make? They’re amazing!” Seth piped up, finally getting a word in. You froze in thought. “Wait, really? I thought you all just wanted to eat whatever food was accessible.” Quil shrugged. “I mean, yeah, but we really like your baking too.” “Aww, you guys.”

“So~…can we have one now?”

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Thank you for reading!

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kinzis-writing · 2 years

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Who I write for!

OBX

JJ Maybank

Pope Hayward

John B Routledge

Rafe Cameron

Topper Thornton

Harry Potter

George Weasley

Fred Weasley

Draco Malfoy

Teen Wolf

Stiles Stilinski

Derek Hale

Jordan Parrish

The Vampire Diaries/The Originals

Damon Salvatore

Stefan Salvatore

Klaus Mikaelson

Elijah Mikaelson

Kol Mikaelson

MCU

Peter Parker

Tony Stark

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Sam Wilson

Twilight

Embry Call

Paul Lahote

Jacob Black

Quil Ateara

Jared Cameron

Seth Clearwater

I’m not doing Sam because I think him and Emily are super cute!

Criminal Minds

Spender Reid

Derek Morgan

You can still request people and I may write for them! It just depends what the prompt/request is and who it is. I’ll have my prompt list posted in a few days. 💕☺️

*Please keep in mind that I’m new to tumble so I’m slightly slow with my writings.* ❤️

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ashes-writing · 1 year

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b o n f i r e | twilight; e.call

** all images made by me. prompt credits go to the makers of the lists I used which can be found[ here ] [here] [ here ] [ here ] [ here ] [ here ] [ here ] [here] [here]and [here] - a huge thanks to all the wicked talented creators of these prompt lists. **

𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗 - 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎

↪ summary

--- you attend a bonfire in La Push with Embry Call. Pt 2 of 2.

↪ pairing / fandom

--- female!reader x Embry Call - Twilight.

↪ warnings

--- fluff, kissing, more fluff. guys it's literally just fluff in front of a bonfire. use of a female reader.

↪ taglist, babes

--- my taglist is [here] if you'd like to be on it. @tbmunson listen, if not for you listening / talking to me about this, I never would have thought about writing this... I hope you like it. It took a turn, bestie. It took a turn.

@krys-orion

@moonileo

@m-rae23

@volturiwolf

“Will you relax? She’s going to show up, man.” - it's probably the thousandth time Jared has said it, but the fact remains... Embry is nervous. You said you'd try to make it to the bonfire when he texted and invited you earlier, but lately, you've made yourself scarce and right now, that fact has Embry Call in a bit of a freakout.

“She might not though. She said she’d try to make it.” Embry’s pacing. Things have been weird between the two of you lately and Embry’s at least halfway certain that you’ve avoided him here and there because he came on too strong or something. “Do you think the fire’s big enough? Like… can you see it from a distance?” Embry wonders aloud as Quil and Paul throw up their hands and try not to laugh.

Seth catches sight of you and he waves, breaking into a bright grin. “I told you so, Emb.” Seth nods to you and Embry lets out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding. You’re making your way down the beach and the closer you get to the big bonfire and Embry, the harder your heart beats against your chest. The more your legs turn to jello and the more you tell yourself that you have to at least try to clue him in to your feelings or you’ll lose your mind. But the more you tell yourself that, the more you’re afraid to actually try to do it.

Embry has you in a bear hug before you can even process he’s standing in front of you. His searing warmth and the scent of his cologne and the lingering smoke from the bonfire have you clinging to him and melting into the hug. “Sorry I’m late. The stupid fucking car wouldn’t start.”

“Again?”

“Yes, again. I’m telling you, Christine wasn’t a Plymouth Fury, she was a Ford Mustang in disguise.” you mumble, pouting a little as you hug against Embry for warmth again before you can stop yourself. This, the overwhelming urge to just be close to him, this is the reason you have to tell him how you feel and you have to do it soon.

If you don’t, he’s going to think you hate him because you’ve been avoiding him a little lately.

“How’d you get here then?” he asks, gazing at you in concern.

“Hitchhiked.” you answer, grabbing the bag of marshmallow from Quil Atera and putting three onto a stick to roast over the fire. Embry’s gaping at you as if you have three heads and you shrug. “What? I told you I wanted to come tonight, silly. One way or another. It’s not a big deal.”

“Hitchhiking is dangerous. Jesus. You could’ve just called me.”

“No time. Mom had that idiot over again tonight and I wanted to get out of there.” you answered, laughing softly. “Oh come on, I made it.”

“I’ll take you home.”

“Emb..”

“My mom will understand, alright?”

“Fine, okay.” you smile up at him and you’re migrating close to him all over again before you can stop yourself. He slips his arm around you. He’s starting to relax a little. Maybe Quil and Seth were right. Maybe you were just busy and couldn’t hang out much.

“I.. Can I talk to you, Embry?” you ask the question quietly.

And the anxiety is back again. Embry nods, forces himself to keep a calm face as you grab him by the forearm and drag him over to the treeline up the beach from the bonfire. Out of earshot of the others and he can’t help but think for a few seconds that at least if you’re telling him he came on too strong or something and you can’t be friends anymore, everyone else won’t hear it happen.

You’re pacing in front of him and the pacing is getting to him so he blocks your path, putting his hands on your upper arms as he looks at you. “Just say it.”

“Just say it, he says.” you grumble in frustration, the movements of your head making the lightning bolt earrings move and bob a little. “I wish it was that easy, Embry.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong!” you exclaim, throwing up your hands. You’re ranting about how you’re not supposed to fall in love with, how love is scary and your feelings scare you and falling in love with your best friend is one of those disasters you see in movies and finally, Embry catches on.

And he’s gobsmacked.

You’re in love with him.

You feel the same way.

He stops your pacing yet again and pulls you close. “Hey! Hey, c’mon.. Take a deep breath and look at me, alright?”

You look up at him as your words fall away and you bite your lip. “You can just say it, Emb.”

“Say what?” Embry asks, giving you a puzzled look.

“You’re a nice girl but I’m not into you like that..” you’re fidgeting nervously, shuffling your black combat boots against sand.

“It’d be a lie because I like you too. A lot. I think..” Embry’s words trail off and his hand settles in thick hair at the back of your head as he leans down and pulls your mouth against his, a kiss that’s almost desperate and more than a little clumsy. You process what’s happening and start to deepen the kiss as it smooths out, your hand raising to tug at his jet colored hair. “I think I love you.”

You said it at the same time.

You laugh, you’re relieved. “Oh thank God. I was losing my mind.” you admit sheepishly, hiding your face in your hand. Embry pulls your hand away and asks quietly, “So you were avoiding me.”

“Only because I can’t stop myself from touching you when I’m around you and like… I didn’t want to make things awkward?” you explain quietly.

When Embry hears you say those words, he’s on cloud 9. He’s stunned because he wasn’t expecting this to be the outcome. He pulls you against him and wraps his arms around you, chuckling quietly as your shivering subsides and as the hug breaks, he pulls away to look down at you. “You seriously left the house in that jacket? Here. Take mine. C’mon, let’s get you over to the fire and get you warm, hm?”

You smile and nod, letting Embry drape the jacket around your shoulder. As you make your way over to the bonfire and settle in on the sand, Embry takes a seat behind you, letting you lean back against him as Sam begins to tell the legends of the tribe and even though you don’t say it, you have this feeling as you’re listening, like there’s a very specific reason that Sam is telling the legends tonight, with you present. A time or two, you glance back to steal a look at Embry and smile or wink and every time you do, he squeezes you just a little tighter.

Sam’s stories come to a stop and you grab yourself a handful of marshmallows from the bag, poking them onto the stick you’re using to roast them to a golden brown. As you hold your marshmallows over the flame, Embry cozies up to you.

You’re lost in thought when he mumbles quietly, “What’s on your mind?”

“It’s silly.” you respond as you plop a marshmallow into your mouth and then turn to him, holding out another after blowing on it for him. Embry takes the marshmallow and stares at you a few seconds. “C’mon, just tell me.”

“Okay, alright, fiiine. I’ve just always loved listening to the legends, okay?” you give a dreamy little sigh as you lean in just a little, brushing some hair out of his face. “I mean, think about it… A bond that strong. To be chosen. I’d…” you’re laughing softly and looking down at the way your legs are resting on top of Embry’s thighs. “I just think it’d be nice, ya know? To be chosen like that? I mean, I’m also worried that like.. I mean, what if the imprinter doesn’t want to be attracted to the imprint?”

“It’s a lot to think about.” Embry muses. He can sense that you’re struggling with the concept and every part of him is dying to tell you that you’re his imprint, but he’s not even sure how the hell to go about doing so.

“I, uh… Can I talk to you?” he asks quietly as he tries to stand. You slip off his lap and he scoops you up, letting you ride on his back as he rushes over to the treeline again. Once you two are away from sight and earshot of the others, he’s pacing in front of you and he’s rambling and in the midst of it, you can’t take it anymore so you step in front of him to bring his pacing to a stop. “Deep breaths, Emb. Start again, from the top.”

“You’re not gonna believe this. I’m the one going through it and I still can’t most of the time. Can you like.. Will you close your eyes? I need to show you, not just tell you.”

“Okay?”

You raise a hand and cover your eyes. You can hear the trees nearby rustling and you’re tempted on more than one occasion in the minutes following to peek through your fingers, but something stops you. Then you feel something cold and wet nuzzle against your cheek. You lower your hand and when you see the gigantic wolf standing nearby, you’re gaping. A little afraid at first, so you move away slightly. The wolf steps up to you, nuzzling against you again.

“Embry? Where’d you go? This isn’t funny, Emb!”

The wolf begins to whine and you raise a brow. There’s something more human than animal about the eyes of the wolf.

“Embry? C’mon!”

You start to stand. The wolf begins to shift shapes right in front of you and when you realize what’s happening, you gape in shock.

“Embry?”

“Yeah, I.. This is too weird now.”

He’s starting to walk away but you pull yourself to your feet and take off, stopping him by grabbing hold of his wrist. “It’s not, I just.. Wait.. You’re the.. The wolf is you..”

“Mhm. And I..” the words hang in his throat.

You swallow hard. “What, Embry? What happened?”

“I kinda.. Maybe… sort of… imprinted on you. That day I ran into you in the parking lot? I was uh… I chased your scent.”

You blink in shock. Your mouth drops open as you try to process everything frantically.

“Wait.. I’m.. I’m your imprint? Is that what you’re trying to say?”

He nods.

You take a very shaky breath.

“Don’t think about the wolf, okay? Think about yourself. Do you.. Do you want to be bonded to me like that? I mean, we’re… I’m kind of in love with you but I swear I don’t want you to feel trapped or anything, I don’t, I just…”

Embry stops your pacing and tucks his fingers beneath your chin to make you look him in the eyes. “How about this… We just kind of go with it. I mean, you like me and I like you… Maybe we can just worry about everything else later?”

You smile and nod, taking a deep breath as you relax and melt into him a little. “Yeah. I like that.” and you realize that his hearts about to beat out of his chest, so you look up at him, curious. “Wait.. Did you.. Did you think I was going to demand you break imprint?”

“I was scared, kinda.”

“Nooo.. Nope. I’m not.” you smile softly as you raise up on your toes and grab hold of the front of his shirt, pulling him down into a deep and gentle kiss. “You’re stuck with me, Embry Call.”

“I am, huh?” he laughs into the kiss and deepens it, tugging at your hair, “I kinda like that.”

“Me too.” you giggle.

#embry call #embry call imagine #embry call fanfiction #embry call x fem!reader #embry call x fem!reader imagine #embry call x fem!reader fanfiction #<- safe for everyone. a general tag for all my safe to read works.#-> multi parts - pt 2 of 2. a series tag jsyk #<- female reader - vague description ; half Quileute + female parts #-> fall into fall 2022 writing

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ltalaynareor · 2 months

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Théorie Twilight !

Bella Swan, humaine banale, née de deux parents relativement normaux se retrouvent à détenir un bouclier qui l'a protège de toutes manipulations mentales.

Comment ? Et pourquoi ? Nous allons tenter d'y répondre.

Dans le canon, Edward n'arrive tout simplement pas à lire les pensées de Bella, Aro pas davantage et le pouvoir de Jane ne fonctionne pas sur elle. Toutefois, le pouvoir de Marcus est tout à fait capable de percevoir ce qui unit Bella à Edward. Le pouvoir de Marcus est il plus fort qu'on ne le pense ? Telle n'est pas la question. 😂

Edward, toujours dans le canon à de la difficulté à lire les pensées de Charlie. Cela pourrait donc venir de son père. Donc, son don serait héréditaire.... À partir de là deux théories :

1- Charlie à un ancêtre Quileutes. Pourquoi ? Car on sait, toujours dans le canon, que le don d'Alice est bloqué par les loups. Quel est le lien avec Bella ? Alice arrive à voir son avenir me direz vous. Et vous auriez raison mais peut-être que cette protection ne se traduit pas pareil pour chaque personnes, peut être que ceux qui ne sont pas métamorphes peuvent quand même développer une sorte de bouclier. Peut-être est ce la forme évoluée de cette protection dont Bella est entourée. Dans le fandom, j'ignore si cette information a été reconnue canon, mais Molly Swan à épousé Quil Atera III. De là, à imaginer que Charlie pourrait être un descendant d'un mariage précédent entre un Quileute et un Swan... Il n'y a qu'un pas.

2- Bella Swan descend de la famille de Renata des Volturi. Je m'explique. Renata avait déjà un don en tant qu'humaine, sa tante qui était une vampire l'a surveilla et décida de la transformer à sa majorité. Peut-être que dans la lignée de Charlie, quelqu'un descend des mêmes ancêtres.

2bis : Le prénom Isabella pourrait également faire référence à cette lointaine ancêtre italienne, mais ce serait chercher la petite bête 😂.

#volturi #twilight #edward cullen #bella swan

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witchyangela · 3 years

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#I had too 🥰#twilight #twilight saga #wolf pack #jacob black #leah clearwater #embry call #paul lahote #jared cameron #quil atera #seth clearwater #sam uley

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incorrectwolfpack · 2 years

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Leah and Paul: *yelling at each other*

Quil: are they always like this?

Seth: they used to be way worse… now they schedule all their arguments in the morning to get them out of the way.

#they ac enjoy arguing w each other it’s all a scam #twilight #wolf pack #leah clearwater #quil atera #seth clearwater #paul lahote

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notafraidofstopping876 · 3 years

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Quil: I'm kinda scared to try this. Will you guys peer pressure me?

Embry: Sure thing, buddy.

#source: disenchanted #quil atera #embry call #incorrect quotes #incorrect twilight #incorrect twilight saga #incorrect twilight saga quotes #twilight #twilight saga #the twilight saga #the twilight renaissance #twilight revival #the twilight revival #twilight renaissance

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embrycallsmuffin · 4 years

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Behind the scenes yet they still look like sam and Emily talking in the back while the boys and Leah are just joking around :’)

#twilight #twilight behind the scenes #wolf pack #twilight eclipse #Sam uley #Emily young #Embry call #jared cameron #paul lahote #quil atera #Leah Clearwater

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bellasberrycobbler · 3 years

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Very concerning how ik more about all the twilight characters than any single member of my family.

Sorry did i say very concerning? Meant very fucking ICONIC.

#twilight #wolf pack #bella cullen #twilight revival #twilight renaissance #leah clearwater #twilight aesthetic #emily young #quil atera #the cullens #jacob black #billy black #bella swan #edward cullen #emmett cullen #jasper hale #alice cullen

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thecarnivorousmuffinmeta · 2 years

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If everyone's imprint suddenly unimprinted, what do you think would happen?

Pandemonium and awkwardness.

But let's break it down.

Sam, Emily, and Leah (Oh No)

If you'll remember, the gang had this settled, sort of. Sam broke off with Leah with no explanation to date her cousin, mauled her cousin, Emily at first said no then said yes, and then Leah became a shifter and learned why Sam lost his goddamn mind.

Leah was slowly coming around to the inevitable future where Sam would be marrying Emily and Leah was going to have to live with this.

Well, that was when no one literally had any choice in the matter.

Sam could not choose Leah. He physically couldn't do it. And while Emily could reject him in theory (and tried), this would cause Sam physical pain and mental anguish and possibly escalate into violence. None of them really had a choice in the matter with this.

Now they do.

Sam is his own man again. Does he continue his relationship with Emily, who he scarred for life, made put her cousin who was like a sister through heartbreak, and who he's been in a serious relationship for several years now?

Or does he go back to Leah whom he ran out on, told nothing, broke her heart, had once intended to marry her only to then in turn start a serious relationship with her cousin for reasons he could not explain to her?

And how do Leah and Emily come to terms with this now that Sam's going to have to choose and it's going to be his own decision. Whoever Sam picks now, that's the real winner in this, and it will be him pointedly rejecting the other contender in a way he's never had to before.

Shit goes down.

Jacob and Renesmee

Well, Jacob's no longer in love with a vampire infant, hooray for him. Bad for him is that he undoubtedly feels used, betrayed, and wants to get back to his original plan of killing the demon baby.

The Cullens have to flee town immediately, Bella is an utter wreck now that Jacob has completely rejected her and her daughter once again, and Jacob's an utter mess for believing he's wated x months or years of his life.

Quil and Claire

Quil throws a party, he's no longer a pedophile. He has nightmares that he'll reimprint though and makes sure to never, ever, ever meet with Claire ever again.

Jared and Kim

Kim barely knew what was even going on here. She's sad that Jared no longer has a crush on her though and very confused and upset that he seems to be avoiding her as much as possible.

#twilight #twilight meta #twilight headcanon #twilight renaissance #twilight shapeshifters #sam uley #emily young #leah clearwater #jacob black #renesmee cullen #quil atera #claire young #meta #headcanon #opinion

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chriscullenimagines · 4 years

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Tumblr Twilight Cast

Wolves

~Paul Lahote X Alex Meraz

~Jacob Black X Taylor Lautner

~Quil Atera X Forrest Goodluck

~Leah Clearwater X Amber Midthunder

~Seth Clearwater X Colton Clause

~Embry Call X Evan Saucedo

~Sam Uley X Martin Sensmeier

-Christopher Cullen

These are the only ones I did 🤷🏻‍♂️ sorry.

I felt Jacob and Paul were perfectly cast, so I just spruced them up a bit(taller/buffer/manlier)

I made sure to keep this cast Native Amelrican.

#sam uley #leah clearwater #seth clearwater #paul lahote #jacob black #twilight #twilight imagine #twilight saga #twilight fanfiction #quileute wolf #quileute #quileute wolves #twilight wolves #twilight edit #my edits #my edit #quil atera #embry call

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songbirdblack · 4 years

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This is the kind of shit Embry, Jake, & Quil would do. Try and tell me those boys wouldn’t think their friendship is a prize.

#i love them so muuuuuch #i wish we could’ve seen more of this dream team #twilight #twilight saga #embry call #jacob black #quil atera #wolf pack

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hyungbean · 5 years

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Family | Uley Pack x Motherly!Reader

Summary: you along with Emily were like the mothers of the crazy pack, especially towards a certain Clearwater.

Pairing: fluffy seth x mother!reader moments

Genre: floofy fluff

A/N: I don’t know how I feel about this one tbh, make sure to send requests :)) I’m also considering posting one-shots for Harry Potter.

Seth Clearwater was like your son. Sue loved that she could count on you to watch over him and Leah when she couldn’t. You were close with Leah but you had a stronger bond with the small Clearwater.

You weren’t a shape-shifter, just a family friend who stayed at Emily’s house. The pack loved you, where Emily provided food and clothes you provided your time and advice. You were easy to talk to and you didn’t judge the boys about their problems and thoughts.

They would often find themselves with their head in your lap, letting themselves rant while you calmly listened and ran your hands through their hair soothingly. You were always good to them, and they were forever grateful for you. Even after everything you never left , believing the pack to be your family. They had expected you to run for the hills when you tried to diffuse an argument between Paul and Embry but their sudden transformation landed you in the hospital with a concussion and giant claw scars running down your entire left arm to both of your palms.

But you forgave them, not minding how they had disfigured your entire arm. It didn’t seem to bother you, in fact they often caught you running your fingers along the scars smiling gently. When they asked why you just simply said, “I’ll never be a shape-shifter like you guys but this mark reminds me I’m still apart of your pack in a strange way.”

You were gentle and pure, and they loved you so much for that. You were one of the only people who get Paul to calm down.

‘Paul. Hey, look at me’ stood in front of him, hands on his shoulders, ‘it’s okay. You’re okay.’ Your voice was soothing and smooth like honey, his shoulders became less tense and he looked down in shame.

‘Come on, Emily made some food. We can talk about this later.’ You gently tug at his wrist, leading him home.

You were the only one who had enough patience for Embry and Jared’s persistence and jokes.

You were the only person Quil felt that didn’t judge him for imprinting on a four year old.

You were the only person willing to have a serious conversation with Jacob about his concerns for Bella.

You were the only person who could make Leah feel like she was having fun without feeling like it was out of pity.

You were the only one who didn’t tease Emily and Sam for their puppy love for one another.

You were the only one who openly expressed full confidence and faith in Seth’s abilities as a wolf at any chance you could get.

‘Seth hon. I know you want to fight with them, and I know you can take care of yourself but you’re still young. That doesn’t mean you’re any less capable at fighting than the rest of the pack. They’re just worried that they’re not capable of aiding you if you ever did need help. Now come back in, I’ll make you a sandwich and we can watch some Marvel.’

Today was like any other day for you, you hummed quietly helping Emily prepare lunch for the boys who were out and about in the woods.

Emily looked at you in admiration, you were a few years older than her yet you carried yourself which such grace and happiness, you didn’t look a day over 19. You had come a long way with the pack and never once lost faith in them.

Moments later the pack came rushing inside, practically running towards the dining table.

You glided out of the kitchen with a jug of lemonade, smiling brightly at energetic boys.

“Hey boys, how was your day?” You asked, filling up their cups. You strike up a conversation with all of them, standing behind Seth, hand on his shoulder.

“How about you Seth?”

“Seth is getting a lot faster, he’s almost as fast as me.” Embry teased

I laugh, ruffling the boy’s hair, humming. “Seth’s abilities are strengthening with every passing day, soon he’s going to be able to knock you all on your asses.” Seth smiles at you in appreciation.

“Thanks ma.” You freeze, he had never directly addressed you as his motherly figure before. Laughing, you hug him from behind, tears almost welling up in your eyes.

“Awh Y/N don’t cry, you big softy.” Paul teased earnestly

Yes, you were a huge softy.

You let go and make your way to the couch, deciding to catch up on reading while the pack ate. A chapter later the pack was bouncing towards the living room area. Seth laid himself across the couch you were sitting on, putting his head in your lap. You absentmindedly run your hand through his hair, finishing up your page, marking it.

You put the book to the side, your fingers combing gently across the young boy’s scalp with both of your hands now. As he grumbled sleepily, you smile looking up at your pack as they were going crazy and laughing at each other.

This was home, and no one could take that away.

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