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[mrs-assbutt]

Does anyone get that painful feeling in your stomach when you’re reading a fanfic and there’s a misunderstanding between the MC and their love interest/s and they feel unwanted and unloved.

I love that feeling.

Now what is this mental illness called?

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[itsloverrrboy]

──aliens

i. twilight

ii. emmett cullen x m.reader

iii. language/cussing, fluff

iiii. a/n: I haven't written twilight before so this is my first time, IS THE TWILIGHT FANDOM STILL ALIVE??😭

It was a few days after the first day of school, your sister already made friends while you had not. You sat with them at a table, the fact that you didn't know them or didn't know where to go besides the cafeteria.

All this time you hadn't listened to a word they were saying besides gossiping about the "Cullens?" You guessed some popular teenagers like in those terrible high school movies, all you were doing was eating Bella's food.

You burped out loud to have the whole table glance at you.

"What?" You attempted to say with your mouth being stuffed down with the cafeteria food, meanwhile: the brunette was disgusted.

"Cover your mouth, (Name)" you simply chewed louder and made noises; doing the complete opposite of what Bella asked. Some laughed, and others were grossed out.

"Please go somewhere else" she shoved your face away from hers as you pouted and stood up anyways, grabbing your- or more like Bella's tray to throw it away.

"Fine. You don't deserve my love and affection" you walked away; being a little extra and chose to stick out your tongue at her, not seeing the little smile on her face.

"Very mature" she mumbled, glad you didn't hear her...otherwise you two would be arguing the whole lunch period.

As you went towards the trash can, you didn't notice another boy your "age" standing a few feet behind you. Turning around again, it felt like you bumped into a hard brick wall...

Glancing up to make eye contact with a tall male. He was definitely not a wall.

He had broad shoulders and saw his strong muscles through his white jacket. His golden bright eyes gazed back at you with wonder as his pupils dilated, despite his large scary figure, you smiled up at the handsome man.

"You should watch where you're going big guy" you joked.

Surprisingly he laughed or more like chuckled at you, was a bit taken aback, he still responded with the same energy.

"You were in the way," his handsome face had a playful smirk. You put your hands up defensively at his comment "you got me there" he then stuck out his hand out unexpectedly.

Did he wanted to talk to you?

"I'm Emmet."

"(Name.)" You shook his hand and felt his pale skin was cold like ice, you winced and pull your hand back immediately.

"Jesus, what are you? A vampire?" He raised his eyebrows in amusement, funny to him that you were right all along and had no idea.

"You believe in vampires?" You shrugged your shoulders and walked with him to get another tray "uh, no but I do believe in aliens" he scoffed and watched you get a salad.

You looked back at him at the sudden noise he made "what? Aliens are real, why wouldn't they exist...we have the whole earth, space, and universe to ourselves-" as you kept talking and grabbing a couple of things, you didn't realize his eyes soften.

As soon as you burst in through the cafeteria door, he smelled your scent and felt a deep connection with you; knowing you were his mate. He was surprised you were a male but was glad you weren't some old man. His sister encouraged him to talk to you and...was not disappointed.

His snorting caught your attention, you looked at him again with a confused look.

"Sorry." He clearly wasn't.

"What's so funny?"

"You're just really cute" he complimented with an adorable smile as you felt warm at his sudden bluntness, you coughed awkwardly and thanked him.

Talking for a few more minutes-or more like Emmet listening about your silly theories, but before your went to sit down with your boring sister. You gently put your tray down for a second and got out a pen.

"You know...if you ever want to talk about aliens sometime, here's my number" you shyly mumbled out as your bad hand writing was stain to his arm.

The buff man doing his victory dance inside his head, he nodded and tried to stay calm by not freaking you out. He knew his brother was reading his mind and would probably tease him later for acting like this.

At least now you've had a friend.

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[foxintheferns]

WILD HEART

Chapter One Release!

a Twilight-Paul Lahote Fanfiction

***Short summary for my antsy gals: this bitch with childhood trauma, no real family and a passion for animals goes to live in the woods outside of La Push beach for her job, and guess who’s not happy she’s there because now they have to worry about this human who’s put herself smack in the middle of bloodsucker city, where they have an instinctual obligation to protect her. And guess who’s even more angry that he suddenly feels an undying and relentless, fiery need to be with her all the time? Angst, tension, passion, anger, love, jealousy, perhaps even some betrayal? This story’s got it all babes (yes, even the smut) - it’s just one of those slow burn, then-suddenly-everything-is-fuckin-crazy-and-the-angst-is-unreal fics, you know? stay tuned ;)

A/N: Finally starting my long-form Paul Lahote fic. Truly I am so JAZZED. I would love suggestions and comments as the story builds. Please enjoy the very first chapter! It’s a lot of character and setting development that’s much heavier than it will be in following chapters, so just bear with me 😫 I’ll be uploading pretty damn regularly, 2nd chapter will be up tonight!

CHAPTER ONE:

“All by yourself?”The grey haired, pinch-faced man tipped his face down to look at me incredulously from above his wire framed glasses, which drooped to the tip of his nose in response to the movement. His rough voice was muffled by the cloudy glass that separated his cubicle from the rest of the Forks Department of Motor Vehicles waiting room. The question was getting all too familiar to me, and it took more of my energy than it should to not roll my eyes at his curiosity, which was clearly laced in disapproval. I decided a soft smile, one that only I would know was almost painfully forced, seemed manageable.

“All by myself!” I responded curtly and with feigned enthusiasm. My eyes squinted as my cheeks were pushed up towards them by the effort of my smile. How many times did I have to have this conversation? Was it really that unheard of for a woman to live in the woods by herself? On second thought, maybe it was. But this was Washington! I expected my job title to be a bit more of the norm here. The man blinked at me, pursed his lips into a thin line, and shifted his sharp eyes back down to the work forms I had provided for him. He cleared his throat, tilting his head back again and holding the pages further from his face to peer down through the square lenses of his glasses at the top sheet. He brought his hand to his mouth and licked his middle fingertip, bringing it back down to the papers and flicking to the next page. I sighed and shifted my weight onto my other hip, trying to not tap my fingers against the linoleum countertop in my impatience. Maybe I was taking his words personally, but I felt his distaste for my plans radiating out from his cubicle, washing over me in judgmental waves. It made me itch to get the hell out of there. I didn’t need any more resistance, having already gone through hell to leave my life in Maine behind for the next year and a half. He hummed a low grumble and proceeded to put the papers down on his desk, bringing his hands over his keyboard and beginning to type. He paused, then, peering up at me again. “Sullivan, Harley? Date of birth October nine-, no, erm,” He squinted down at the computer screen, “eighteenth, that is… of 1999?” His voice was more practiced and formal now, establishing that he had clearly decided to give up on the interrogation and go through the motions of providing me my updated license, one that would state my new residence in Washington. I nodded with an affirming smile, and he went back to typing. After a minute or two of clicking, tapping and sighing, the older man, whose name tag pinned to his blue button down read ‘Tom’, proceeded to stand up with a small groan from his chair. He slowly paced over to the large printer in the corner of the small carpeted room, clicking several buttons on the side of the massive contraption. Moments later, he pulled a shiny rectangular card from the tray of the machine, lifted it up to the light to eye it carefully, then lumbered back to the window where I waited.

“Well, Harley, you’re all set,” he announced, placing my new license along with my work forms down on the counter through the small window under the glass, “I wish you luck, on your… well, whatever it is you’re doing. Stay safe out there, kid.” I nodded, shooting him a final grin. “Thanks.” I grabbed the license and papers out from under the glass divider panel and turned on my heel, heading out through the small gathering of chairs lining the waiting room, and opened the glass door. The frigid air hit the skin of my face in a less than gentle breeze, causing my eyes and nose to scrunch against the sensation. My hair whipped behind me and I gritted my teeth. Welcome to Washington, I supposed. I walked swiftly over to my car, noting how dirty the side was. Scoffing to myself, I wondered if I’d ever again have a clean car in this rainy, muddy state, and then questioned myself as to why I cared so much. My white 1989 Ford Bronco wasn’t exactly the flashiest car around, and to my surprise it fit right in the with the extensive collection of old classic vehicles that called Forks, Washington home. I opened the squeaky door and quickly threw myself onto the driver’s seat, slamming the door closed behind me. I exhaled loudly once I finally sat down, leaning my head back against the headrest. My trip to the Forks DMV didn’t take nearly as long as I’d thought it would, and I knew that was probably due to the ridiculously low population that the town had to its name. However, it wasn’t the last thing on my to-do list for the day. I opened my wallet, placing my new license into the clear display window pocket, and tossed it across the seat next to me. I put the car into first gear and pulled out of the parking lot, eager to get myself situated in my new home. Groceries, gas, firewood, I repeated to myself out loud, knowing that if I didn’t make a list - even a mental one, my obligations would be doomed. Despite my repetition of my to-dos, I almost drove right past the tiny gas station that was settled in next to an old diner. After filling the Bronco up with gas and then buying firewood in the tiny convenience store, I looked up the nearest grocery store on my GPS, and found that Forks Outfitters wasn’t more than five minutes down the road. There was something very satisfying about being in such a small town. I proceeded to spend far too much time and money in the grocery store, not sure if I was over or underestimating the amount of food I would need, and having no idea what I would want to cook for myself for the next few weeks. My new house was quite a bit off the beaten path, and I knew I wouldn’t want to be making the trip to the grocery store in Forks too frequently once I was settled in. With a trunk full of grocery bags and firewood, I slammed the Bronco’s back door with a tired sigh, and walked over to the driver door, opening it with a loud creak. Gonna have to grease those hinges again, I thought to myself with a loud sigh.

“Miss?” I heard a deep voice from behind me. I spun around, one hand still holding my door open, and my eyes met a kind and gentle face. A middle aged man, who sat in a wheelchair and had long black hair that flowed from under a cowboy hat, met my gaze across the small parking lot, a slight smile on his lips. His chair was stopped in front of the automatic doors, off to the left of the entrance, and his eyes were on me. I smiled back timidly and then noticed his right arm was outstretched, his fingers pointing down at the ground leading to my car. I followed his finger and saw the sparkling blue of my debit card on the ground that I must have dropped on my way out to the parking lot.

I felt heat rush to my cheeks, and I glanced back up at the man.

“Oh, thank you!” I stammered and walked swiftly over to my card, laughing awkwardly and bending down to scoop it up. He nodded once, his smile reaching his eyes now, which then flickered to my car. He lifted his hand again, this time gesturing towards the Bronco. “Visiting from Maine?” He questioned, his voice curious and friendly. I glanced over to the rear of my car, which still had a Maine license plate bolted on. Tom from the DMV had let me know during my visit to come back in a week to pick up my new Washington plates.

“Oh, uh. No, actually…moving here!” I said as I looked back over to the man.

“Wow! Don’t see that often,” He grinned, then hesitated, his eyes narrowing slightly, “Why exactly? Not that we’re not happy to have ya, there’s just not much here, hey?”

His demeanor was one of genuine interest, and his questions did not provoke me to feel alarmed, as they likely would have from any other strange man in a grocery store parking lot. I didn’t think it was just because of the wheelchair, although I kicked myself internally for making the mental note that he wouldn’t be able to catch me if I had to run away from him. Oh, the joys of being a woman traveling solo. I shrugged, still maintaining the smile on my face. “Have a job out here, actually. Wildlife biologist.” I saw his eyebrows raise slightly in response to my words. For whatever reason, telling this stranger of my plans didn’t feel as tedious as it had throughout the lengthy process of my settling into Washington, when the many questions of ‘why?’ and ‘but won’t you get scared, or lonely?’ had come up too many times to count.

“Impressive…lots of wildlife here, that’s for sure.” He seemed slightly fascinated, which was one of the two reactions I tended to receive. I wondered how he would react to the whole ‘living in a cabin the middle of the woods alone’ part of my plan. I decided it was probably smart to avoid letting the stranger know I’d be dwelling in the forest all by myself. I nodded, my smile unwavering.

“Yea, erm, I’ll be doing a good amount of data collection down at La Push, some of the species I’m focusing on are beach-goers,” I said with a slightly awkward laugh. His expression wavered infinitesimally, his eyes flickering with some expression entirely unreadable to me.

“Ah..,” He mumbled, glancing down to the ground briefly before looking back up to my face, “Well, let me know if you ever need some direction or help. I live down on the Quileute Reservation, La Push is on our land.” He paused again, then continued, “You can come by the main shop on the beach and ask for me, I’m nearby. Billy Black.” I took in the expression on his features once more, giving up at attempting to understand the man’s genuine kindness. It wasn’t often that strangers didn’t have some ulterior motive, but the man’s calm nature brought me a sense of safety and sureness. It almost felt fatherly, as if he knew I’d be out there by myself, despite my not mentioning it. “Thanks, Billy,” I responded, flashing a grin and holding my debit card up briefly as my expression of gratitude, “I’m Harley…it was nice to meet you! Glad I know somebody around here now.”

He nodded again, this time adding in a slight bow of his head that acted as a polite goodbye. I waved and walked back over to my car, starting the engine and getting my debit card situated back in my wallet. I put the car in reverse, and backed out of the parking spot, finally ready to make the drive to what would be my home for the next 18 months as I completed the work mission assigned to me by Washington state’s Wildlife Conservation Department. As I was preparing to pull out of the store’s lot, a glance in my rearview mirror showed a very tall, muscled, and longhaired young man exiting the store, hanging two grocery bags on the handles of Billy’s wheelchair and pushing it towards an old tan pickup truck in the lot. The boy looked around my age, and his features strongly resembled Billy’s. I quickly put together that they were likely father and son. I saw him glance towards my car as I waited at the stop light that swayed slightly in the wind above the small intersection, and quickly tore my eyes away from the mirror when his dark eyes seemed to find mine. I was grateful when the light turned green, and I took a deep breath as I pulled out of the parking lot, starting down the road towards my future.

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After the 20 minute drive from the town of Forks to La Push, I pulled out the map that my new boss had emailed to me before my trip, pointing out the minimally marked trailhead towards my new home. I would be staying in the observational shelter that was provided by the state of Washington for whatever brave soul decided that conservation work was more important than their social life. I chuckled lightly to myself as I scanned the tree-line along the road, trying to match the trailhead on the map to any visual marker around me. The sun was just starting to come down, and I worried that I wouldn’t make it to the house in time. Then, I saw the small wooden sign, next to a long chain that was strewn between two short posts, that read ‘National Park - Protected Land, Do Not Cross. Washington State Dept of Fish & Wildlife appointed entrance ONLY’

Well, I thought, there’s my new driveway I suppose. My boss had provided me with the key for the chained entrance when I had arrived two days ago in Port Angeles and checked in for the start of my 18 month shift with the National Park center. I put the car in park and got out, key in hand, feeling giddy as I used the key to unlock the heavy rusted padlock. With effort, the heavy chain fell and I pulled it to the side. I got back in the Bronco and pulled it through the entrance, getting out again after I was through to re-lock the chain. I drove for about 5 minutes, my car struggling in only a few places that had an excess of mud, down the dirt path. The path eventually came to an end, where it widened out to a space about the size of three cars. I had been told that this is what it would look like, and felt pride in myself for not screwing any of the directions up yet. I parked the car at the end of the makeshift road, turning off the engine. I peered around me at the massive forest, ferns and moss lining the floor, and massive trees reaching up towards the sky. My eyes found the smaller, narrower footpath that I had been told would lead to my house. Another duplicate chain and sign hung between two trees at the front of this smaller trail, and I took out my next key. Next was the fun part. I pulled my massive hiking pack out from my backseat, unsure if grabbing the groceries as well was a good idea on my first initial hike to the house. I decided against it after feeling the forty pound pack on my shoulders. I began my trek down the path, taking in the greenery around me. I breathed in the cold air, smelling salty sea air mixed in with a fresh and endless scent of dirt and spruce trees. The hike was relatively easy, my excitement and interest in seeing my home for the first time pulling my body along. After a ten minute trek, I saw the outline of a structure begin to take shape in my vision, and almost squealed with anticipation. A few more yards in, and I could see the brown wooden house, an A frame cabin with a chimney that poked from its slanting roof. It had a small porch that wrapped around its perimeter, and a large sign next to it that once again clarified its State-regulated use. I was thankful for the minimal steps up to the porch as I approached the front door, and threw my heavy pack down onto the wooden platform of the porch. I dug into the pocket of my sweats and pulled out my car keys, which had the red key to the house dangling from the round keychain. I gripped the key in my hand, breathing intentionally to calm myself down, and stuffed the key into the lock, turning it until the door allowed me to push it inward. The door creaked just like the Bronco’s, and I smiled as it slowly revealed the interior of the structure. Well, that’s pretty much exactly what you expected, I reminded myself as I took in the small home. The front door opened to a tiny living room on the left that flowed directly into the minimal kitchen on the other side. Between the two sides, a small hallway flowed to the other end of the house, which was only about another 20 feet. I wandered down the hallway slowly, rubbing my hands back and forth on my arms as the icy air that filled the cabin chilled me to my bones. My boss had advised me that they’d left the faucets dripping to prevent the pipes from freezing over completely, and I breathed a sigh of relief to see the kitchen sink leaking ever so slightly. The next room to the right, behind the kitchen, was a small bathroom, and on the left behind the living room was a tiny bedroom with a queen bed. The room had a dresser leaning against one wall and a window that looked out to the forest. I noticed the stack of blankets on the floor that leaned against the bedside table, and knew I’d probably be grateful for those later.

I spent the next hour bringing my groceries, firewood, and supplies from the car to the house. I was told I was allowed to chop felled wood for the wood burning stove in the house, but had known that I wouldn’t have the energy after the long day of traveling and settling in. I was grateful I’d made the decision to buy the firewood, and got the fire started quickly after emptying my car. The small size of the house helped greatly in filling it rapidly with the heat from the stove. I was quick to close the blinds of all the windows, already feeling the reality of my solo isolation settling into my psyche. I locked the door, ensuring to lock in the deadbolt as well, and grabbed my bear spray from my pack, hanging it from one of the coat hooks along the wall by the door. I sighed and got started on dinner, playing music from my phone and swaying around the kitchen as I cooked.

Within a few hours, darkness had fallen on the house, and I was full of Mac and cheese, watching downloaded Netflix episodes on my laptop, strewn across the couch next to the fire. I felt gentle sleep begin to take hold of me, its warm arms wrapping around my body and urging me to close my eyes. I thought I could recall a rustling noise outside the house as sleep pulled me, but it wasn’t enough above the tapping and creaking wind for my brain to register the sound. And with that, I slipped under the immensely heavy blanket of rest, the odd image of a large grey wolf standing among tall pines, and then of Billy Black’s inquisitive expression as he stared at me in the parking lot of Forks grocery store being the last images my brain displayed on the backs of my lids before I was pulled under completely.

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A/N: okay, so Harley is literally in the middle of nowhere, yikes, is it crazy to say this is my dream job? Well, maybe if I had a Paul Lahote who was out in those woods somewhere… cough. If you made it to the end of this chapter, you are a warrior. Development for such a niche plot like this is kinda exhausting but really fun! If you’re a romance girlie, I PROMISE this fic is for you, babe. I swear on my LIFE. Just hold on and have faith 😭 I can’t wait to just drive you all CRAZY with the tension and spiciness that will go down in these next chapters. Muahahaha

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[tangerinenotions95]

So Much for Normal- A Seth Clearwater FanFic (Chapter 13)

Suddenly the dagger was knocked out of my hand and landed on the floor on the opposite side of the room.

"Seriously?" I hissed through gritted teeth as I looked at Leah who was now standing between Seth and I. 

"What kind of game are you playing Y/N" She growled at me.

"I'm trying to help, I promise" I plead glancing down at Seth growing paler by the minute. 

"I don't believe you" She spit.

"Well I do" another voice replied.

I looked over my shoulder taking in the sight of Carlisle and Edward Cullen standing in the doorway. Edward stepped forward eyes watching Leah, 

"She's telling the truth" he told her sternly. She stood up straight but didn't move from where she was standing, "Why should I trust you" She asked him.

"Because Seth trusts me" he replied sincerely. She looked at him for a moment, then at me then back to Edward before giving him a small nod and walking back to Sue and Billy. In one quick movement Edward was now beside me, my dagger in hand.

I took it from him, "Why do you trust me?" I asked him quietly. He gave me a small smile, "For now lets just say you aren't the only one with secret abilities" He told me before walking back to the small group of people gathered at the door.

I turned back, now completely focused on Seth.

I pulled out a small glass bottle full of purple liquid form my bag and pored a few drops on the dagger. Then it was time for the hard part, "I have to take away the pain so the treatment after can have a better chance of working" I said to no one in particular.

I took a deep breath and slid the dagger along the palm of Seth's hand, he didn't even wince. I then proceeded to do the same to myself, biting down on the inside of my cheek.

I placed the dagger down and held Seth's hand in my own and repeated the incantation.

"Epanum awayeth" I began to chant over and over as I felt the pain in Seth's body lower. I started to feel my own energy begin drain as blood magic always tends to be next level.

My hand began to burn but the bleeding had stop, I could feel Seth's body temperature start to rise again.

Suddenly a warm sensation of skin on my cheek made me jolt and my eyes opened. Seth was staring back at me doing his best to muster a smile, his now warmer hand on my cheek. I grabbed it and gently placed it back down by his side,

"You need to save any strength you have left," I told him sternly but a small smile played on my lips.

"Yes boss" He replied letting out a low chuckle. He lay back then trying to catch his breath. Within a matter of seconds his bed was surrounded. Sue was now kneeling on the floor beside me, stroking her sons face as tears pricked her eyes.

"My little boy" She cooed.

"Mom" Seth moaned embarrassed. Causing laughter around the room. It was only then I noticed the rest of the pack had somehow managed to squeeze into the small bedroom.

Seth winced in pain. 

"Seth?" Leah asked in a concerned voice then focusing her attention to me.

"I've only taken away some of his pain so he is strong enough for the rest" I explain to no one in particular as my eyes fall back on Seth.

"So what now?" asked Jacob, a sense of hope washing over him.

"She needs candles" Edward answers for me from where he is still standing in the frame of the door. I nodded not having the time to consider how he knew this.

"I have a few with me but I need more" I tell them.

They all looked around at each other, confusion in everyone's face whether I was being serious or not,

"Well, you heard her candles now! I hope you aren't waiting for an invitation" Renesmees voice called out over the mass of bodies and just like that they all started running out of the room and I could here drawers being opened and closed and cupboards being slammed in the other rooms.

I started to pull the few I had out of my bag and placing them in a circle on the floor. Paul and Jake came running in with more and I finished my circle. 

Pulling pots out of my bag I placed a small dish in the centre of the circle and place various amounts of spices and ingredients on the dish.

I could feel people watching my every move but I couldn't lose my focus now.

"Okay I think that's everything" I murmured to myself placing my hands on my hips double checking my work. Then with a swift wave of my hand all the candles came to life lighting up the room.

"How.." Jared began to ask but I could him off, "There will be time for questions later, okay?" I told him and he nodded. I glanced at Edward who was smirking, not finding any of this surprising at all.

"Okay, I need this room to be calm and silent" I told them and it only took one look from Billy to make all of them except for Leah and Jacob to leave.

Nessie was the last to leave and just before she did she looked at me, "I trust you" She explained and walked out. 

I didn't realise how much I needed to hear that until I did.

I sat at the circle, feeling the remainder of the eyes watching me with intent as I muttered a variety of incantations. A puff of smoke formed in the middle and there was a blue liquid left on the dish when I was done.

I turned around to Seth, "You need to drink this" I explained to him. He nodded as I moved closer to his face, "You will probably sleep for a couple of days" I finished.

I was about to place the dish to his lips but his hand grabbed me to stop me with as much strength he could muster up,

"Promise me you'll be here when I wake up" He asked in a husky voice.

"Seth.." I started but he cut me off, "Please Amalia" He asked as his eyes pierced mine. I sighed, how could I say no. 

"Promise" 

He then loosened his grip but didn't let go fully and I let the liquid slide down his throat. He kept his eyes fixated on my face the whole time until his eye lids started to fall slowly and after only a minute light snores came from him.

I stood up and walked over to Sue, "He'll be out for a while but It seems to be working" I told her and she hugged me tight as I felt her tears soak through my jumper.

"Thank you" was all she said.

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[renegadepack]

pauses, then says

you’re my best friend - bella and jacob, in the life they chose. together.

It took a long time, but eventually Bella realized she was better off with her life now. Sure, Edward had been great to her for that short time, but it wasn’t forever. She didn’t want to sign away her life for someone she had only known a few months. He was right to leave her. 

She didn’t truly feel that way until one day in the middle of her spring break, going cliff diving with Jacob. She didn’t wish another person was there with her. The only voice she heard was Jacob’s calling up to her to come join him. It felt like freedom, joy without expectations. As she prepared to leap, she saw a whole life spread in front of her - dreams and ambitions, chosen family, the ability to grow and change and to be with someone safe, in every sense of the word. It wasn’t settling; it never was. It was home. She chose it, she chose him, wholeheartedly. 

That didn’t mean the next few years were easy. Trauma has a way of sneaking around, of staying, of manifesting when you least expect it. Bella’s nightmares and Jacob’s panic attacks didn’t go away. They faded, grew less frequent over time. But still there. Healing is a nonlinear process, and they know they’ll probably never reach the end. But between each other, and their chosen families, a future to work towards, they’re good. 

Bella decided against college. She knew it was expected; just what good, quiet, studious girls did. But she had grown to love Forks, love the lush trees, the constant sweater weather, the proximity to Charlie, to Jacob, to everyone that welcomed her and saved her when they didn’t have to. She isn’t ready to leave that behind just yet. She’s picking up shifts at the diner, finally accepting Cora’s offer to join her. Except she’s chosen the kitchen. The shifts are long and she barely has time to think between orders, but it’s good for her. And the boys never mind the leftovers and slightly out of date food she brings home.

Jacob, long fed up with traditional school, and with no idea how to go back, signs up for his GED. Billy and Bella help him with flashcards at the kitchen table, textbooks at the ocean, math over motorcycles and book discussions during hikes. When his results come in the mail, a “congratulations” and “we are pleased to inform you” right at the top, Bella doesn’t bother to act surprised or hide her pride. Jacob deserves it. He is amazing, and she’s tired of pretending she doesn’t know that.

Bella slides right in, a puzzle piece just waiting for the right spot, all her breaks and bruises and jagged edges accepted, taken at face value. She knew she had once found solace in La Push, but now she found a home. She began to spend more time there, crashing on Rachel’s bed more often than not, then waking up to cook breakfast with Jacob. More of her stuff began to materialize there until the room had become hers. 

She spent time with Billy, helped take care of the house, laughed at the group’s adventures, went to and hosted gatherings with all their neighbors, baked and cooked with Emily for the pack. She supposed they were both wolf girls now. Thinking of the time she had originally made the joke to Emily used to hurt, to break open the hole in her chest. Now it was just an unpleasant reminder of choices she had almost made,  and she couldn’t be more grateful for the change. 

Jacob, for once, wasn’t in any rush. He had been forced to grow up quickly, to survive the loss of his mother, learn how to help his father, his sisters leaving, forced into a protector role he didn’t ask for. But now, life could go at its own pace. He wasn’t on anyone’s schedule but his own. It was safe, and freeing, and, most of all, his choice.

Their life was simple, easy. Soft blankets slung over the couch, a neverending stack of movies to watch together, frequent picnics to the beach and talking on that one piece of driftwood, a home cluttered with photos and games and tools, cozy and comfortable. 

Bella had always loved the warmth, the feel of the sun on her skin. But she made her home in the woods, where it rained more often than not and her collection of sweatshirts was somehow still growing. But it was a home she chose, with a warmth, sunshine personified that chose her.

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[pretendtofly]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Twilight Series - Stephenie Meyer Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jasper Hale & Rosalie Hale Characters: Rosalie Hale, Jasper Hale Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Jasper Hale & Rosalie Hale are Twins, Missing Scene, Ficlet, Complete, Rosalie & her car Summary:

Rosalie & Jasper are presented to Forks as twins. Here they are interacting.

#twilight #twilight renaissance #twilightfic #rosalie hale

[diablescharmants]

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     "Of course. I would never leave your side in a moment such as this one, Mirajane." The tone of his voice remained gentle, and not only because exhaustion was tugging at him nor since the adrenaline caused by their previous fight was making way for more delicate emotions. Freed sighed softly at her words as he was cautiously washing off the blood she was referring to. The scent certainly stung in his nose. Some fights came with much more ferocity than others and some had an impact way beyond the end of it. He hoped that he would be able to offer some solace. That they could be each other's solace because he felt his nerves being more than strained as well.

Mira's words already managed to soothe his mind and his lips would crack into the faintest of smiles even if it was present for but a mere second. "You do not have to tell me. I know." He really did, she had clearly shown as much in the past and he was utterly grateful for it. There were things that couldn't be expressed with words, as much as he sometimes pretend for that not to be the truth, and it was likely good that way.

     When Mira opted to take turns and gently steal the cloth from his hands, he let her do so without any complaints. Her body was still shaking and he could imagine that she needed something to occupy herself with, to not just sit still. Freed was able to relate and only when Mira began to clean the blood off his skin with tenderness he took note of his slightly trembling hands.

     Cleaning blood off someone else's body was far from an unusual practice, albeit this moment felt far more private for some reason and it wasn't because of the lack of clothing on their upper body except for Mira's bra. Cerluean eyes that had previously been focused on an invisible spot behind her were now trained on her, silence coating them as she kept on cleaning the back of his neck.

     There wasn't much distance left between their faces and he became hyperaware of it once he focused on the soft sounds of her breathing and the feather-light breeze they left. Perhaps there weren't any words appropriate enough to tell just how much their connection meant for the both of them but perhaps, just perhaps, there would be a way to show just how much she meant to him. A matter of utmost importance that they had yet to address, and despite the awareness that this wasn't the best situation to talk about this… The words just fell from his lips in a hushed tone.

     "Mirajane, I need you to know that… Mira, I wish to be with you every step of the way. It's not just our mutual support that means more to me than I could possibly verbalize. It's you." All of you.

@twilightfated

#twilightfated #{ interactions: freed } #sorry this got long omg djekw BUT AYE FINALLY A THREAD FOR THEM AGAIN <33

[nerdoographics]

send  me  ‘  ✌  ’  and  i’ll  make  a  graphic  of  your  muse

𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐎.       here       is     your         edit      @twilightfated   

PROMO   EDIT  :    added    a  overlay  gif  to  make the  promo  pop  more

NEW  PFP  TO   MATCH  &   ALSO  A  HEADER   AS  WELL   HOPE  THIS  ARE   TO    YOUR       LIKING   

#q. editing is my only escape. #twilightfated #*・° ✦ 。 ( shutupsam.)

[arcanc]

✷ ･ﾟ ━ @wingdthief @twilightfated : Did ya miss me, handsome? Or are we going to pretend you weren’t waiting for me?”

    Now had he been standing just outside Of her domicile awaiting her return ? YES. Will he admit that ? NO , NO he won’t.

He crosses his arms , his eyes falling shut. Truth be told he did miss her . . . He CRAVED the COMFORT of her presence on days such as These; where with every breath he took , he aches , where memories of the PAST were more potent then usual, HAUNTING every & any passing thought. But somehow.. She had the POWER to help tamed these unwanted feelings.

    ❝ Where have you been ? ❞

He does best to deflect her question.

    ❝ You WERENT stealing again were you ? It’s probably not wise to commit such crimes as a G.U.N. Repersentive. ❞

#twilightfated #✷ ･ﾟ 𝐀𝐒𝐊 ━ ic ‘ #HI GRIM DONT MKND ME

[kurogane-redfox]

(▰˘◡˘▰) / Mira twilightfated ;)

Kiss Drabble @twilightfated

The first kiss between them wasn't something they'd expected but given the time of year it was at the time, they'd not really had much of a choice. That was fine. He'd intended on kissing her cheek so they could get out of the rune trap set around the mistletoe but then she'd turned her head and their lips met instead.

The boxes he'd been carrying which, luckily held nothing fragile abruptly got dropped onto the floor in the guildhall so he could pull her just a bit closer to himself. Some of the guild members had cat called or wolf whistled at their action but all the Dragon did was flip them off before resuming their kiss. Once the runes dropped, he'd retrieve the packages he had, flash her a grin and move toward the guilds HUGE tree to place the packages below it.

Fast forward a few months and there is no longer rune trapped mistletoe dangling about the guildhall anymore, yet there they were, in a small alcove his body pressing her into the wall as they kissed again. This wasn't the first time since Christmas they'd snuck off to kiss like this and it was unlikely to be the last. This kiss was a bit different than the last ones, those were chaste and gentle. This one seemed to reveal a hunger in both of them as their tongues danced and they made wanton noises. Albeit rather quiet ones. It was a blessing that none of the other Dragons were around otherwise they'd both get teased.

He'd pull away just a bit so they could catch their breath and she'd place both of her hands on the sides of his face.

"MIra..."

"Shh... it's okay Gaj. I love how it feels to kiss you."

He knew they needed to stop sneaking around and just be open about what they wanted, but so far no real conversation had happened regarding their clear mutual feelings toward one another. Call him stubborn and hardheaded but damn if he didn't F E E L for her.

"Yer drivin' me fuckin' crazy."

"Then go crazy and let me see."

No other words needed to be exchanged at that moment because their lips were brought to meet one another again and again. At least it was early enough that nobody needed any food. Or if they did Lisanna or Kinana were able to take care of it while Mirajane was otherwise 'occupied'. The looks the two younger women gave the Dragon whenever he exited the kitchen made him think that at least one of them was aware of just what he and Mira were getting to back there.

#Anonymous #twilightfated

[laxusthelightning]

“ Long time no see, dear friend. It’s great to see you” / from Mira!

... !!

Well, he was BACK after all. But seeing everyone again, after all this time, was still somewhat overwhelmingly unbelievable. Yet there she is, standing in front of him her usual welcoming face, posture – Laxus moved forward. WIthout another word, unable to let something come out, he lifted his arms and ... embraced Mira in a hug.

Right. Unusual, but yet, there he was. He sighed.

"... hey."

#twilightfated #ask;; #OMG HI YS OM G ASAGDLAD AAAAA #fdrfg

[mrs-assbutt]

🍎 Bella Swan Aesthetic 🍎

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[mirroredworlds]

"There you are, thank god... I was so worried." / Mira to Erza

"I wasn't aware anyone was looking for me. Did something happen?"

Erza wasn't aware that anyone had been looking for her, let alone Mirajane. She and the other woman were friends that much was true, but they were also still 'sort of' rivals. Not like they were when they wee kids though. They'd gotten that out of their systems a long time ago. A smile would come to the redheads face as she opted to stand, rather than remain seated on the roof of the guildhall.

"Let me guess, someone said I was injured or something and sent you to come find where I'd gone to hide?"

Should Mirajane give Erza a complete once over she'd notice that the other woman was in pristine condition, no cuts, scrapes, or bruises to be found upon her at all. She looked as clean as she usually did before leaving on any job. Or maybe Mira was worried about the job the redhead intended on leaving on the next morning? She was going alone after all.

#twilightfated #In Character Erza Scarlet #Within Fiore V.1 #Mirajane Strauss (twilightfated)

[freedthedark]

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     "Just to be absolutely clear; this is an exception." No it was not and they both were absolutely aware of that unalterable fact. Mira had coaxed him into such sort of action in the past and if he was to be utterly honest, then he didn't really mind. If it made her happy and granted her a moment of blissful silliness then he would do many other things just to achieve that for her. Freed never exactly worded it like this, but he didn't need to. She just knew.

     Hence, why he was giving her a piggy back ride at this very moment.

#twilightfated #Freed Queuestine #mira seemed troubled so she needs something light <3 #i love how close they are jdwf

[tangerinenotions95]

So Much For Normal - A Seth Clearwater FanFic (MasterList)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

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[renegadepack]

📓 Leah and Seth for the headcanon prompts

They may have lived in the same house, but everyone that knew the Clearwaters knew the children couldn’t be more different. Seth, especially as a child, was quiet and shy, while Leah was more outgoing, even as she kept to her circle of friends. Leah was athletic, always moving, but Seth was happiest on the couch with a book. And while the start of a new school year was Seth’s favorite time of year, it was Leah’s least.

Not that Leah didn’t like school, per say. Or she was indifferent to it. She liked seeing her friends, and the start of new basketball and track seasons. That’s what she looked forward to. But sitting in a classroom, listening to a teacher drone on, homework, tests? That she wasn’t a fan of.

Seth couldn’t fully, honestly say he liked homework and tests, but he loved the act of learning. He always had, ever since he was little. He always asked for books for birthdays and Christmases, and they usually were some type of educational book - he had nearly every single Fact Tracker book from the Magic Treehouse series. So reading and discovering new things to learn about? That he could get behind.

The Clearwaters were certainly a family of traditions, and the start of school season was no exception. Summers were spent with trips to the beach, day-long adventures down the coast, going out fishing on weekend mornings and spending the whole day by the water. It was only natural they were all a little sad when the days started getting just noticeably colder and the “welcome back” signs popped up in schools and in front of notebook and pencil displays.

Their schedules were always ready exactly a week before the first day, listing the order of their classes and the supplies they would need. Not that it changed much year to year. But on Schedule Pickup Day, Harry would take a half day from work, coming home just before lunch. He’d take both kids out to eat, then to pick up their schedules. After that all-important paper was safely secured, it was out to the local shops to pick up supplies. Truthfully, they never needed much. Most everything from the previous years was still good. Mostly it was an excuse to spend just a little more time together before the hectic schedule of the school year kicked in. 

The first day Sue had off in her varied nursing schedule, it was her turn to take the kids out. She’d drag them out of bed early, refusing to let them waste the whole day in it. All in the name of getting them ready for an early school schedule, she’d argue. Working together, they would create a full breakfast spread: bacon, eggs, pancakes, complete with syrups and fruits, finishing just in time for Harry to eat with them before he had to go to work. After eating (and cleaning up, of course), they’d go off in search of new school clothes and anything they might need for the upcoming school year.

The night before school started was the same favorite tradition of the town: a bonfire on the beach. Everyone would be starting school the next morning, so it was time for one last night of summer fun. As always, everyone would come loaded down with food to share. Someone would bring a boombox, or a guitar, leading to dancing and singing along. Maybe someone would find time for storytelling, or maybe they would just talk and joke the night away. However it would go, inevitably everyone would be a little tired the next day. But no one would say it wasn’t worth it.

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