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  • since0202
    17.04.2021 - 47 minutes ago

    Chapter 34: Watch

    Grace woke the next morning in her bed, groggy and hungover. She rubbed a hand down her face and let out a soft groan as she let the light bleed over her face. Sacred vampire wedding punch mixed with three shots of vodka were probably a bad idea. 

    She pulled herself out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom, turning on the shower and letting the steam settle her stomach. As Grace hopped in the shower, she wondered if any of the pack were there, sleeping on her couch or in her office. 

    She could feel their presence in the area, but within her home, their spirits quieted. It acted as a refuge, a place where their humanity was always first and they could be just boys, very feverish men who needed an escape from the responsibility that being a wolf warrior crowded in on them in their everyday life. There were no secrets under this roof. 

    The water trickled warmly down her body and she felt across the length of her abdomen. Her eyes got distant but she didn’t let herself get lost. The warm pang had returned with Jacob’s return and with that came complications. She wasn’t healed, but she was getting there. Ti’Hal had warned her that he would return and that his soul was being called by another’s. Did that mean his imprint had finally emerged? Grace needed to brace herself for the crushing pain that she knew would come at finally losing him to the imprint, but she wasn’t going to let the progress she had made with her pack suffer. 

    She had to focus. She was going to focus. A gentle knock on her bathroom door snapped her attention. 

    “Grace?” It was Embry. His soft, calming, even voice sounded muffled as it floated through the crack in the door. 

    “Yeah,” she answered. 

    “Sam’s called a gathering at his place tonight...Everyone is supposed to come.” 

    “Okay,” Grace answered simply again. 

    “Jake’s going to be there.” Embry clarified. Grace felt a pounding in her ears as the heat waved a bout of nausea through her. She held around her stomach now, trembling softly, keeping herself together, desperate to remain this whole for a little while longer. 

    “Uh huh,” she managed. Embry didn’t move from his spot by the door. 

    “You okay?” he asked. Grace tried to pull in hair through her nose and out through her mouth as her stomach roiled. As her mouth filled with spit, she knew the nausea was going to win out and accepted her fate as she unceremoniously hurled in the shower. 

    She leaned her head back and let the water rinse over her face and opened her mouth to take in some water. After a solid few minutes she called out: 

    “Yup.” She tried not to look down at her feet. 

    “Okay,” he said weakly. “Do you need help in there?” 

    “No, Embry.” Grace said in pain. She heard a shuffling from behind the door and knew he had left her bedroom. She quickly washed up and threw on a robe before cleaning the mess at the bottom of her shower. 

    When she came downstairs Embry and Quil were posted up at the kitchen table scrounging over left overs. Grace rubbed a towel through her hair and plopped down at an empty spot as they continued to grub. 

    “How was puking in the shower?” Quil said nonchalantly. 

    “Shut up,” Grace said softly. “So what’s this gathering about then?” Embry looked up from his food and shot Quil a look before saying, 

    “We don’t know. Maybe a formal welcome back for Jake? Hard to say.” Grace nodded her head and picked at some bread on the table. 

    “Or, what about this?” Grace said after a long moment of staring concerned at her bread. “We blow off this mysterious meeting, go to Port Angeles, and sneak into that sketchy nightclub the...the Racket?” 

    “The Cricket?” Quil offered raising an eyebrow. 

    “Yeah, I have a fake ID and you both look 40. We could totally get in. Sam hasn’t made it an order yet has he?” Grace looked at both of their faces eagerly. Quil’s face was alight with the thought that they were potentially blowing off some boring meeting for an outing that was definitely off limits. Embry didn’t seem so game. 

    “What if we go after?” Embry offered. Always the responsible one. Holding it all together, keeping her on track. Grace sat back and crossed her arms. 

    “Fine, but you have to promise.” 

    “Promise.” They both said in unison. 

    Grace showed up at Emily’s a little late to ensure she wasn’t stuck making small talk or awkwardly staring at Jacob from across the kitchen table. The house was lit up with laughter and light booming from the open door. Grace hesitated on the porch step. 

    In anticipation for completely bolting off this evening to Port Angeles, she had dressed a little better than she had in months—she wore a thin blue dress dotted with white flowers that clung to her body and was just a tad short. She wore a black leather jacket over it with brown boots that sported a short heel. She had even done her hair and hoped that if Jacob was here that he wouldn’t think she dressed up for him. Her lip curled at the thought and then she pivoted—fuck it, let him think whatever he wanted. 

    She jogged the rest of the way up the steps, stomping on the rainsoaked wood to help announce her presence and walked through the door with a smile. Her pack was crowded around the kitchen table joking and pushing each in the shoulder. Jared spotted her first. 

    “Heeeey! You made it. Bout time!” This resulted in a cry and holler coming from around the table to her appearance. Even Paul was in high spirits. Sitting just outside the tight ring of the table, on a high stool with his shaggy hair falling around his face was Jacob. Grace swallowed hard and gave him a curt nod. His eyes narrowed instantly at her, anger flooding his face,  and then Sam came out, slapping him on the back and snapping him out of it. 

    “Good! You’re here.” He looked around the table and a hush fell. “The purpose for this gathering is to come back together as a pack. Jacob’s home. That means that whatever occurred in the past, we should leave it there. We’ve been making great progress and I want that to continue. That will only happen if everyone cooperates,” his eyes moved from each member of the pack, his hand gripped tightly on Jacob’s shoulder before finally resting his eyes on Grace. She only shrunk internally. Outwardly, hands still in her jacket pockets, she nodded. 

    “Got it,” she said. She glanced for just a second at Paul who had his eyes trained on Sam, suspicious. 

    “So! Let’s get it all out in the open now and move on. Rip it off like a bandaid so the healing can begin,” he slapped his hands together and Jacob looked shocked for a minute. Sam motioned for him to proceed but he opened and closed his mouth as if he was unprepared. Grace, outwardly looking cool as a cucumber, was screaming on the inside. 

    “I’ll start!” Quil raised his hand and then stood up. Sam gave him a surprised look and Leah chuckled. “Jake man, it sucked that you took off like that for so long. I get why you did it but you left us in the lurch and we were all really worried. Don’t uuuhhh,” he paused looking around at the stunned pack members, some wore incredulous grins, “Don’t do that again. Right guys?” 

    There was a small echo of consent from the group. 

    “Good!” Sam said, looking back to Jake, but Jake’s eyes were on Grace again. She could practically feel the heat coming off of him. 

    “I didn’t come back for you,” he said. Grace swallowed and nodded. Stay composed. Stay here. She thought.

    Paul scoffed and Jacob’s eyes turned black looking at him. “You have something to say?” Paul was shaking his head laughing a little. Grace tensed now. 

    “Give it a rest dude. We can all see right through that,” he challenged. Jacob was on his feet and Sam put a hand to his chest to steady him. Grace took a step forward but Seth touched her arm. 

    “What you did was absolute shit. Both of you! And if I had it my way, I’d have nothing to do with either of you ever again!” He shouted. 

    “So leave! We were doing just fine without you!” Paul was on his feet, all anger with Jared and Quil blocking him. Though Paul had told him to leave, it felt like anything else but that. Grace realized what he was doing—he was drawing Jacob out, letting him get angry so that he could say what he needed to say. A cathartic release.

    “You KNEW what she meant to me and you still did it anyway!” Jacob yelled back bucking against Sam now his whole body shaking. His eyes glistened with what Grace thought might be tears, but the rage was unmistakable in his body language.

    “It was a MISTAKE. And it’s not always about you Black!” he boomed back. “I apologized. She apologized. There’s nothing we can do to change what happened, but putting her through this unending painfest isn’t going to work out like you think it is.” 

    “Oh yeah? And why’s that? Because you’re still defending her? Still fucking her too I bet.” Jacob spat. Paul lunged, pusing past Quil and Jared and connecting his fist to Jacob’s face. A sickening crunch sounded and Jacob rocketed back, the stool behind him was reduced to splinters. Sam jumped in front of Paul demanding that he calm down as he shook violently. Jacob was holding his nose which was gushing with blood but nobody moved to help him.

    Grace had never seen such blind rage come from Jacob. Paul? Sure. But Jake. Sweet, kind, benevolent Jacob that was like a walking sun never lost it like this. Seth was up and standing next to Grace now, his hand still on her arm. Embry hadn’t moved from his spot, and Leah was rocking back in her chair clearly enjoying the show. 

    “If you think you deserved her before, you definitely don’t deserve her now. She made a mistake. We both did, but that doesn’t mean that you get to treat her like shit for the rest of her life. That’s not what you want, I know it’s not,” Paul spat. “We’re pack, we won’t let you. Let it go and come back.”

    He shook Sam off to show he was okay and reached his hand out to help Jacob off the ground. Jake gave him a confused look and then took his hand, still holding his now healed nose. Jake shoved him in the shoulder and Paul let out a barking laugh. It wasn’t reconciliation, but it was close. 

    Grace was frozen to the spot still. Jacob joined around the table, not meeting Grace’s eyes, intent on at least ignoring her for the rest of his life if he wasn’t allowed to hate her. Seth motioned for Grace to sit down in his chair and she took it, trying to hide how much her body was shaking. 

    At the end of their dinner they all spilled out into the cool air. As Grace walked down the porch steps after them, she heard Jacob call out to her. She turned, sucking in a deep breath and hovering on the bottom step looking up at him. He wouldn’t risk coming too close to her, the pull was too strong. 

    “I haven’t forgiven you.” He said simply. Grace nodded. 

    “I know.” 

    “And I don’t want to be your friend.” He continued. 

    “Got it.” she said, her voice aching. “You’re allowed to stay mad as long as you want.” 

    “Ready?” Quil was behind her, eager to get going, and Leah was straightening the newly adorned sequined top on her shoulders.

    “But I don’t have to sit and watch,” Grace concluded with a small smile, an olive branch. “Ready.” She turned to Quil and looped arms with Leah as they skipped off toward Embry’s car. Jacob stood a little stunned on the porch and his face turned down into a frown before he phased and took off into the forest at full speed, letting his animal instincts take over and smashing into Paul’s shoulder as they took on rounds. 

    Port Angeles. Paul shared with Jacob. He briefly showed an image of the divey dance club they were headed to and with a laugh said, You’re welcome to go after her if you want. 

    Not a chance. Jacob growled running faster into the night letting the cool air pull through his fur and set him free. 

    Okay so maybe going out two nights in a row wasn’t such a great idea. Grace woke with another groan, experiencing a serious bout of deja vu. The sun sprinkled in through the gauzy white curtains and she took a deep breath assessing the level of pain she was sure to be in. Her limbs felt battered and her head was swimming. She had no idea how or when she got home last night which was never a good sign. 

    She stretched her arms out and heard a grumbled sigh coming from her left. Her eyes shot to the apparent sleeping form next to her. 

    “Oh god,” she whispered. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Had she brought someone home last night!? She couldn’t remember much, just blue flashing lights on a crowded dance floor, a hand pulling her into a bathroom stall, but that was it. If the pack found out, she’d never live it down.

    She leaned up on her elbows. She was fully clothed so that was a good sign. She kicked off her boots and pulled back the bedsheet to see who laid beneath. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw the familiar pack tattoo on the forearm of the quietly sleeping form. She never let anyone sleep in her bed with her, why would she do this?! 

    As her eyes moved up the arm of the sleeping body, her gaze connected to softly cropped hair and smooth, peaceful face of Leah. Grace breathed a sigh of relief and flopped back on the bed. That was close. 

    She slowly changed out of her blue dress from the night before and pulled on some oversized grey sweats and a black t-shirt that was stocked for a pack member and stumbled down the steps. The sound of sizzling was coming from her kitchen and she yawned, assuming it was Quil or Embry. But as she landed on the bottom step, she saw Quil on the floor and Embry sprawled across the couch with a blankety haphazardly strewn across his body. Confused, Grace turned her head toward the kitchen to see none other than Jacob Black, working away at her kitchen stove and prepping breakfast. 

    He looked just as gorgeous as ever, loose strands of hair falling in front of his face, the rest tied in a bun. He was wearing a light blue shirt that stood out beautifully against his russet skin, light scars scraped down his right forearm from the incident, and his normal blue cut off jean shorts. 

    “Hey,” Grace croaked a little embarrassed. 

    He glanced at her quickly and said with little to no humor in his voice, “You look like shit.” 

    “Thanks.” she said, still glued to the spot, “Why are you here?” The sun was suddenly glaring in Grace’s eyes and she put a hand up over them. 

    “Came to check and make sure you all were okay after your little misadventure,” he said, a tone of disappointment clear in his voice. 

    “What are you talking about?” she rubbed her eyes and moved toward Quil on the floor who was clearly drooling. She slumped down and leaned her head against the back of the couch on Embry’s arm. 

    “Pretty sure you got dosed, there’s no way in the world you guys could afford enough alcohol to get that trashed.” He murmured, scraping a load of crisped hashbrowns onto a plate. 

    “Ugggh,” Grace groaned, reaching down to Quil and putting a hand on the back of his neck trying to pull out some of the sick that she felt stirring in his body. 

    Jacob scoffed. 

    “I didn’t realize roofies made you feel like you got hit by a bus,” Grace said quietly reaching her other hand behind her to place on Embry’s back to do the same for him. 

    “You’re probably the only one that feels like that. In your drunken glory, you decided to recast everyone back to the rez instead of, oh I don’t know, taking a cab back? You recast three people, blasted out of your mind, appeared too close to the cliff edge, slipped, and hit some rocks on your way down to the water.” He shook his head and cursed under his breath. “Absolutely idiotic, you could have died.” 

    “Thank you, Jacob, I get it.” Grace said as the dizziness caused her vision to go blurry.

    “I wouldn’t do that if I were you. They kind of deserve to feel the after effects of their mistakes if you ask me.” He said setting some food down on the kitchen table. 

    “Good thing I wasn’t asking you,” Grace grumbled uncomfortably. Jacob came over, chewing a piece of toast and shook Embry’s shoulder, ignoring Grace’s quip. “Em, wake up man, breakfast.” Embry mumbled something very close to ‘okay’ and promptly fell back asleep. When Jake came around to pat Quil on the face, he received a very mumbled and slurred, “Fuck off, Jake” from Quil. Grace let out a laugh and then flinched at the blinding pain swimming in her head now as she tried to relieve some of Quil and Embry’s hangover on top of her own. 

    “More for me.” Jake said resigned and walked to the kitchen table to dig in. 

    “Grum...py,” Embry muffled, his face pressed against the couch cushions. After a few minutes of groaning, Embry pulled his body up, grabbing Grace’s hand and pressing it to his cheek for a few extra seconds before stumbling to the table and plopping down next to Jake. 

    Quil also was able to pull his body up and stayed seated next to Grace as she continued holding onto and gently rubbing his neck. Leah nearly fell down the stairs, catching herself on the railing and letting out a laugh. Quil opened his eyes and looked wide eyed at Leah. 

    “You let her sleep in your bed?!” Grace laughed, her eyes closed now. “Hot,” he murmured. 

    “Shut up, Quil,” Leah grumbled making her way to the table. Quil took Grace’s hand off of his neck and said:

    “Come on, breakfast!” He was clearly feeling a little better. 

    “Gonna sit for a bit,” Grace slurred. Quil patted her head and dug in with his pack mates as Grace leaned her head back on the couch. She only faintly heard what they were saying as she faded in and out of sleep, but she thought the jist of it was catching Jacob up on what they found on rounds these past three months. 

    Grace woke up, head still slung back on the couch sometime later and felt her mouth was exceptionally dry. She stumbled to her feet and earned the stares of the group at the kitchen table. Her head was pounding and she felt her heartbeat racing as she walked slowly toward the foot of the stairs. 

    “She’s gonna go puke in the shower again I bet,” Quil said. 

    “Shut–” Grace muttered as she put her first foot on the staircase and inhaled a deep breath. “Ookay.” She only got about four stairs up before she stumbled and came crashing down, but a hand caught her around the waist before she fell face first into the wooden staircase. 

    “Jesus Grace,” Jacob muttered, pulling her to her feet. 

    “Don’t touch me,” she slurred, slapping his hand away from her. “I go’this.” Jake let go of her but slowly followed her as she made her way up the steps, hands outstretched to catch her if she fell again. Once she made it into her bedroom and into her bathroom, Jacob stood awkwardly in her room not sure what to do. She turned the water on to the shower and started pulling off her sweats. 

    “You’re not going to fall and smack your head in the shower, right?” Jacob asked, annoyed this time. 

    “Go’way Jacob,” she said before peeling off her shirt now and stepping into the steam. Grace lost track of time, but the next time she felt herself coming to she was on the floor with her robe draped over her. The cool tile was a relief on her cheek and as she picked her head up and looked around, she realized she was next to the toilet. She stayed there dazed for a minute. The sun was setting and she felt immensely better. There was a glass filled with water placed next to her and she drank it down happily. Outside the door, Grace heard footsteps approaching. 

    The door swung open to reveal Leah, in her tattered sundress that she used to cover up after phasing. 

    “You’re alive.” 

    “I am?” Grace questioned rubbing her hand across her forward. Leah crossed the bathroom floor and grabbed a bottle of aspirin from the medicine cabinet and dumped some in her hand to give to Grace. 

    “Apparently. You still kind of look like shit.” Leah grimaced, squatting down with a cold wash rag and placing it against her face. 

    “Roofies,” Grace said quietly. “Hey why aren’t you...you know?”

    “Flat on my ass?” Leah clarified with a smile. 

    “Yeah, I don’t remember giving you the whoosh,” Grace held up her hand as if to touch her but missed. 

    “Unfortunately, that’s not the first time I’ve been dosed. Must have built up a tolerance? Or just too stubborn,” Leah said with a laugh. 

    “That’s fucked up,” Grace whined. “Help me up.” She reached out for Leah’s hands as she helped her pull her up off the floor. 

    “You good?” Leah said. She wasn’t big into touching, but she was usually a little more open around Grace. Still, Grace could tell the touching made her uncomfortable. 

    “Good.” Grace said walking out of the bathroom and into her bedroom. 

    “There’s some leftovers downstairs. I got to a shift, but Seth is going to swing by and check on you in a few hours, okay?” 

    Grace waved her away as she pulled clothes down from her closet. She inwardly vowed to take a pause on the going out and drinking for awhile to get her head on straight. Especially since Jacob was back. 

    She paused and then let out an embarrassed groan at her recollection of the events earlier that day. His hand catching her around the waist, the searing warmth causing her to jerk from a phantom pain. His introduction back into Grace’s life presented her as much of a mess as when he left. 

    She vowed to do better. For herself mostly, but also to show Jake that she was okay. Really, she was okay. Maybe. 


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  • cherrywinecullen
    17.04.2021 - 5 hours ago

    you know, if bella had fearless (taylor’s version) in new moon edward wouldn’t have stood a CHANCE

    #girly would be blasting mr perfectly fine and screaming along and edward would take 10 damage every time #twilight#twilight renaissance#bella swan#edward cullen#jacob black#new moon#taylor swift #fearless taylor’s version
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  • since0202
    17.04.2021 - 13 hours ago

    Chapter 33: Wedding

    The day of the wedding was a blur for Grace. She had dutifully arrived by 7 a.m. to help Alice start coordinating the set up of the clearing just off of their house. Bella was to get there no later than 10 to start getting ready. Grace was in sweats and a cropped sweatshirt with her hair pulled up in a messy bun as she artfully wove fresh flowers together. 

    “Emmett! Come on, I said finish clearing the boulders not smash them to pieces and scattering broken rock across the dance floor.” Grace clucked making her way over. 

    “I’m trying to see if I can hit it just right so that it crumbles into a likeness of their faces! Like when you see the virgin Mary in toast,” Emmett said to Grace’s confusion. 

    “Well you’re about to be put on duck duty if you don’t knock it off and clean this up!” Grace scolded. Jasper was hovering around a nearby pond eyeing the swimming ducks with a pained look on his face. Whenever a duck got too close, he’d move ever so slightly and they’d bounce away from him squawking. 

    “I’m not dealing with ducks,” Emmett said under his breath. Grace turned to go back inside looking for more ribbon as a bustle of energy moved in and around the house. Alice had tasked each member of her family with some important task. 

    Grace went upstairs and into Alice’s studio as she pricked at the flowers and gave out a shriek when she looked up to find Edward there stock still and staring at Bella’s wedding dress. 

    “Jesus Edward!” Grace said placing a hand over her chest and taking a minute to recover. He looked over at her slightly amused and a little embarrassed before Grace continued, “What are you doing in here, isn’t that bad luck?” she pointed toward Bella’s dress. 

    “Only if she’s in it, I think,” He said quietly. His eyes returned the dress and Grace moved past him to open the craft drawers spilling over with ribbons. Once she found one she liked, she moved to sit at the makeup station Alice had set up for Bella to get ready at and set to work on the flowers. 

    “What are you making?” he asked after a second. 

    “Boutaneers,” Grace said with a needle in between her teeth still. “You gonna tell me why you’re really in here?” 

    Edward gave a knowing smirk, “So perceptive,” he said looking back to the dress before he spoke. “She’s going to want me to turn her after we get back from the honeymoon.” He heard Grace hold her breath, her fingers stalling over the flowers momentarily. “I don’t know how I’m going to be able to refuse her.”

    Grace let out a long exhale and looked up at him, “It’s easy. Just say no.” 

    “But then Alice or Carlisle will do it,” Edward shook his head annoyed again. 

    “Then stop them,” Grace said simply, grumbling now. 

    “Were it so easy,” he said, his eyes trained on Grace now. “Would you help?” 

    “I have tried.She won’t listen to me. She’ll throw supernatural destiny in my face and call it square.”

    “So what happens then? I change her and your pack comes after us for the rest of our lives?” Edward said disappointedly. “I told her forever and I meant it.”

    “I don’t know what will happen, but you definitely won’t be welcome back to Forks and neither will Bella. Not anyone. But what other way is there?” Grace looked tired suddenly. “I’m not starting the war but I will put a stop to it if it starts.” 

    “You think we want a war?” Edward probed. 

    “No, but the pack will see it as nothing other than a gauntlet thrown. And without the treaty in place, they won’t have any reason not to come after you. It depends on how far Sam lets them go.” 

    “But you’ll help us, right?” Edward’s eyes were controlled. Grace looked up at him. 

    “She’s my family, which makes you my family, which probably makes me a traitor, so yes?” Grace narrowly avoided pricking her finger to the point of blood as she hissed. “But I highly doubt they’ll kill me. Who knows though.” Grace sighed dejectedly. “Happy returns.” she toasted one of the boutaneers and frowned. “I’m sorry, I’m trying.”

    Edward nodded and looked back to the wedding dress before making his way past her. He paused and put a cold hand on her shoulder causing her to look up, “It’s okay. We’ll meet it as it comes….together,” he gave her a reassuring smile and left her in the room alone. 

    The ceremony was everything Grace had imagined. As she sat in the front row next to Renee and Charlie in her silvery blue satin dress, her hair spilling gorgeously down her back and pulled half up with soft wispy strands floating around her face, she couldn’t help but think that this is what forever must look like with someone you loved beyond words. 

    Bella stared so intently at Edward, at every vow he uttered and he returned the look. There was everything between and yet they were close, conquered immeasurable hurtles, fought death and destruction, and promised forever. Grace’s eyes glittered with tears as they were pronounced man and wife and with a soft, endearing, and terribly intimate kiss, they turned to smile adoringly at their loved ones. 

    Grace broke into loud cheers and claps, hearing Embry, Quil, and Seth crooning at the very back close to the treeline. 

    The night wore on easy from there, Grace and Bella happily discarding their high heels to go barefoot to the shock and laughter of Alice. They danced until their lungs hurt on the dance floor with Angela and Jessica and Mike and Eric. A farewell to their childhood in the most spectacularly noisy way possible. 

    After a few slow songs that she coerced Seth and then Embry to dance with her on, she collapsed into a chair fanning herself. The night had come upon them long ago and Grace shone like moonlight in her dress. She turned to Embry and Quil at her table and said “I’m going to get a drink do you guys want—” but she was cut off by their nervous looks. 

    “What? Don’t tell me you’re chickening out now! You made it through a whole ceremony and dance party with a bunch of vampires.” she said a smile moving across her face teasing them. 

    “Must be the punch,” Quil played off and took another swig. Grace shrugged and looked back to the dance floor. But her eyes saw the receding figures of Edward and Bella sneak around the back of the house. “Where are they going?”

    Her question was short lived though because Seth was pulling her up onto the dance floor again, trying to spin and gleefully dip her to his heart’s content. Seth was a good head and half taller than her now, even though he was barely 15. They drew the stares and laughter of couples closest to them but Grace didn’t care. Just a week after her meeting with Ti’Hal, she was starting to feel better. 

    She didn’t lose her breath every other second, she was recasting with ease around the reservation, Sam had reinstated her back onto patrols, and she had even spent the afternoon baking with Emily just for fun. She was by no means whole, and the grief would often return at night when she was alone in bed, but she was standing on her own two feet again and it didn’t hurt so much to smile. She had her pack to thank for that. They wholeheartedly threw themselves into Grace’s path to help her along in her healing. No flickering thoughts or judgements were thrown her way and even Paul was helpful on rounds. 

    He had somewhat patched up with Rachel according to Quil, visiting her every weekend at UW after she went back in August. They were taking it slow, but something told Grace that it wouldn’t take long. Paul was happier by the day, a warm glow bouncing off of him as he ran through the forest and Grace breathed a sigh of relief at that. He needed to be happy so that she could be happy too. She just wasn’t sure how yet. 

    Once the song ended, Angela was by her side, “Hey have you seen Bella? We should take our shots in the photobooth now!” her cheeks were rosy and she’d definitely had some of the famous punch. 

    “Oh! I’ll grab her, I think I saw her and Edward heading around back to go smoooooch,” Grace said happily pulling out of Seth’s arms to his shock and protest. 

    Grace bounded off the dance floor and around the back of the house, humming to the song back in the crowd without realizing a little too late that she was indeed a party crasher. 

    “Hey, Bella! Ange wants to take pictures in the photobooth if you’re ready—” her mouth closed quick as she came to an abrupt halt. 

    In the dark, moonlit clearing, Bella was standing in front of none other than Jacob Black. His hair was longer but he had pulled it up into a loosely fitted bun to keep it out of his face. His features were hard, like sunwarmed stone and his frame was somehow broader, more sure, but shaking. Her eyes connected with his instantly and that familiar rush, the pang in her stomach that had been dormant roared to life. Her whole body tingled with anticipation and then fizzled quietly as Jake automatically took a step back from Bella, trying to quell the violent shaking in his body. 

    Grace was having a hard time reading his face, the emotions were changing so quickly: fear, desire, sadness, overwhelming joy, crushing pain, and finally, hard as stone anger. 

    “I...I’m sorry I didn’t know you were..” Grace breathed unable to take her eyes off of the man that she had loved for the past year, maybe longer, maybe in lifetimes before if she would let herself remember, “Busy.” she finally breathed taking a step up the hill. “Jacob.” She had to say his name, just once. A call for a hopeful return. Jake gave an imperceptible shake of the head and held his body tight. 

    “‘I came to see Bella.” His voice even laced with so much anger was music to her ears. She had to hold in a sigh of relief at finally hearing it again outside of her dreams. 

    “Right,” she said, finally pulling her gaze from Jake to Bella who was looking at her tearfully. “I’ll just…” She turned and hastily made her exit, but could clearly hear a strangled groan coming from Jacob as she left. Her heart was about to burst with how quickly it was hammering in her chest. Just as she came to the crest of the hill, she bumped into Edward who grasped onto her forearms to steady her. 

    “Are you alright?” he said worriedly. 

    “Yeah, I just….Jacob,” she shook her head and Edward looked over her down the hill. Something was clearly escalating now in the clearing from which she had come but she needed steady ground. Edward let go of her as she pushed past him and made her way toward Embry and Quil. They looked up at her with clear worry and she put a hand on each of their shoulders. Embry raised his hand to place over hers and she took deep, gulping breaths like she had been drowning. After a couple of minutes, she calmed her breathing and opened her eyes to look at them. 

    “You okay?” Quil said, clear worry in his eyes. He knew Jacob was near.

    “Jacob’s back,” she breathed, a small smile pulling at the side of her mouth without her meaning to. Quil and Embry shot each other a look like she had truly lost it this time.

    But it felt like coming up for air. Jacob returning didn’t hurt, it felt good, and the warmth that Ti’Hal had shot through her a week ago ratcheted up her body and nestled in her belly again. 

    Jacob came back.

    Her eyes went wide and Quil stood up to brace her back. She took one startled look at Quil and drifted over to the photobooth where Jessica and Angela were giggling while holding a tray between them. Grace leaned in and took one of the shots from the tray throwing it back down her throat to squeals of delight from Angela. She took another one and downed that too making a ‘Blegh’ sound after and Jessica protested:

    “Hey! That one was mine!” Grace sloppily wiped the back of her hand against her mouth. 

    “I’ll get you more. Don’t let Esme see,” Grace sneakily darted her eyes around the dance floor. Esme already knew but the pretense was important. It added to their glee hiding in the booth and taking shots. 

    “Where’s Bella?” Angela said through giggles. 

    “Couldn’t find her,” Grace said shortly squeezing in and pressing start on the photobooth to take 6 quick pictures. Just as the flashes started to pop, Bella peeked her head in with a quick ‘Hey,” her eyes still red rimmed. 

    The shots were hitting Grace’s stomach now and she looked at Bella delighted. They all returned with a joyful “Hey!” and pulled her into the tight booth, sitting Bella on their collective laps and clinking yet another round of shots together. Bella hesitantly took hers but one look at Grace and she downed it quickly. 

    “Boys,” Bella murmured, pulling a face as the flash went off again. Grace tightened her grip around Bella’s hand. 

    The cheers were deafening around her as she stood off to the side of the crowd for Bella and Edward’s send off to their honeymoon. Quil and Embry flanked her while Seth was standing out in front throwing rice and soaking in the wonder of the moment. As they came to the end, Bella reached for Grace and pulled her into her arms tightly. 

    “Have fun okay?” Grace said, the words getting choked as emotion swept through her. 

    “I will..” Bella whispered. 

    “And come back okay, Bells?” Grace pulled back from her and looked her in the eyes. “Come back.” 

    “I will, I promise,” she nodded and they swept each other into one more hug, before Grace released her and she went to say goodbye to her parents. 

    She turned to Quil and Embry just a tad wobbly still from the shots, “Ready?” They nodded and she called for Seth. As they moved into the treeline, Grace looked over her shoulder and sent a silent pleading thought out one more time to Bella, Please, please come back. 

    In the distance, she heard a wolf howl. 

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  • suffering-and-happy-about-it
    17.04.2021 - 19 hours ago

    The Full Moon (A White Demon’s Love Song, Part 7.)

    Series description: A new job was the reason you found yourself on a lonely road trip on the western coast, ending up in the woods of the Olympian Peninsula. Yet a sudden car malfunction was what cause your unplanned stay in Forks. To your surprise, there was a lot of sinister things going on under the veil of fog.

    Part Summary: As the relationship between you and the grumpy shapeshifter finally moved on to the better ground, you knew you were now in the position to ask to see more of the magic that Quilete people could do.

    A/N: Okay, okay, okay. I'm back and... Let's get this bad boy running, shall we?

    Tagging: @missdictatorme​

    Word count: 4.6 K

    Twilight playlist: ✨ Twilight Crackheads ✨

    Series masterlist: H E R E

    Jacob sat there in dead silence for a moment, before he looked back at you, just sitting there, chewing the meat and staring at him with a small smile. - "Are you sure that you're in the right headspace? We can talk about this later if you want." - At that, you furrowed. You've asked him to show you the wolf again. Okay, maybe, you've been making a fairground attraction out of his abilities and you weren't afraid to tell it out loud, but you wanted to see the animal again. You were curious about seeing it. - "What are you after?" - You mumbled, taking another bite from your almost cold meal. Dear Lord, you've been sitting at the table for more than half an hour. - "You've hit your head, had a panic attack, fainted twice, and even though, you want to see it again. Don't you have any sort of self-preservation instinct? Or do you just find it exciting to have your life threatened all the time?"

    It was played out as a joke and you both grinned, you even let out a small laugh... But it was just reminding Jacob of her. How excited she was to discover the werewolves, that she was fond of learning more about them - more so, there was a short fascination phase. Funny, how things sometimes replayed the exact way it was before. - "Hey, look at it from my perspective. I've been living my whole life listening to fairytales and legends, myths, stories... And now, I've learned that some of them are real. Of course, I want to see it again." - "It's not a magic trick. It's who I am, Y/N." - Jacob looked you dead in the eyes to scare you off a bit, but it hadn't made you even flinch. - "And I do respect that, Jacob." - It was just a whisper, but the five words meant a whole lot.

    You were telling him that you're respecting this side of him and that you're not scared anymore. Well, that you're not scared of him, more so - which was fair, there was something way more malicious to be scared of. The cold ones, knowns also as the fricking vam-pi-res which you still couldn't say out loud. And now, it was your conflict as well, whether you wanted to take part in it or not. You were there and you should accommodate real fast, or it's going to cost a lot more than a slight concussion, two faintings, and obviously, making yourself an idiot out of yourself in front of fucking everyone. Which made you furrow. - "How do you even know I fainted twice and that I was acting like an idiot? You weren't here - Seth was with me the whole time." - "It's going to get crazier than it already is... Do you want me to answer this one?" - Jacob furrowed and you nodded. - "Are you sure?" - He asked once more. Again, you nodded

    Maybe you thought that you're going crazy, Jacob couldn't tell what was going through that head of yours. So far, it seemed that not that much was going on there. And so, he went for it. - "We can see, hear, and feel our thoughts. The members of the pack a 24/7 access to every thought that has ever gone through your head, every feeling that went through... They can see everything. It's very uncomfortable and scary - but that's how I know what was happening here." - "Like all the time?" - "No, only when we shift and the person shifts around the same time." - Wow. How many boobies did the werewolves have to see? How much of the action... Did they see? Sex was the last appropriate thought in a situation like this one - but it was the most natural one.

    Once more, your face was looking like a frozen Windows XP program as you thought about all the dirty secrets they knew about eating others... Well, there weren't any dirty secrets if they simply saw all of them, huh? That was one of the most fucked up things you've heard until that day. - "And can you like... Not share with them?" - You wondered after at least two-minutes-lasting silence. - "When you're good at playing mind games or you're a total asshole, constantly thinking about something unpleasant, theoretically, you can hide some of your memories... But trust me, we've been in each other's heads for enough of a long time. Mind games start to bore you to death after some time." - "But it's better than seeing someone bending Betty from the gas station over a table, ain't it? I'm sorry, but I can't stand the bare thought of seeing my friends... Doing stuff. Yuck." - At that, Jacob snickered - which fluidly translated to a burst of happy laughter. - "I'm talking years of being in each other's heads. Not just... Weeks or months. No matter how hard you'd try to conceal everything, there's always a small moment of vulnerability, which can tell others everything, especially when you imprint. Then you don't care about how the miserable singles perceive your all-day projection of a happy relationship." - Jacob mumbled then, his expression coldening at the end of his statement.

    Again, there was this hint of sadness and the other Jacob taking over the wheel, steering the ship for now. Yet now, you were to jump straight into the sadness. - "Come again? Imprinting? And what's that about?" - You asked, reminding him that most of this is all news for you. You've never been inside the consciousness of the pack - you never saw Quil constantly gushing over his precious Claire, or before, you couldn't hear Sam thinking of Emily. At the start, it was sweet, but occasionally, it started to feel like flexing on the members who hadn't found the one yet. - "That's another form of slavery we, as the werewolves, participate in." - Jacob tried to joke around, but the tone of his voice gave him in. - "Okay, I'm ready to hear about that."

    It wasn't making Jacob easy to talk about the imprinting, trying to explain it to someone - again. But he did. He talked about endless love where the wolf had no choice but to listen to the damn calling of his imprintee. He couldn't leave, he couldn't just stop loving them, the wolves had no choice in this matter. It was one of the most unfair and disgusting, weird things you've heard about that evening. But it made you think... Maybe this was why Jacob was so sour about Bella all the time. He imprinted - and she just let his trust go, becoming a vampire. She let him suffer, alone and unwanted. - "Did it..." - "No." - Jacob answered before you've even finished your question. So that wasn't what happened either - but you were positive that something similar to it had happened. The idea simply haunted you - how would it feel to fall for someone without choosing to do so? Without any reasoning?

    On the other hand, it must've been extremely freeing. Not to think about doing right and wrong, just to do as your head tells you to - to love, admire and care for a person until the point it almost kills you, not to put yourself and your feelings in the first place... Damn. It had pros and cons. - "Okay." - You said when you've settled all the ideas inside your head. - "When we'll be doing it? I mean, when you're going to show me?" - Well, you certainly weren't fucking around. There was no question about IF Jake's going to show you, the question asked was starting with WHEN. On one hand, you've had the right to know more about it. On the other hand, it was none of your fucking business - especially with the vampires lurking around Forks.

    And as usual for Jacob, he chooses the less logical solution. - "Tonight. I have a watch over the Ozette lake and I'm supposed to be alone there. Also, it's not probable for the leeches to track us out there." - Jacob was never the best with making good decisions, that was the first thing going on there. The second matter was that Jacob was sure you'd follow him into the woods - and if you'd drop dead again, Seth couldn't be the prince to rescue this time. The third thing about this situation was that it would be most likely the best solution, for a few days, to stick with one of the wolves. The trackers hadn't come across the few drops you've let in the forest when you banged your forehead into a damn root - they'd surely soon do so since it was quite smelly.

    Now, when you were on board with everything, it also wasn't so crazy to ask you about borrowing a t-shirt from you. Sure, other boys and mainly Sam won't be too happy with how much did Jacob tell you - yet it was better than you walking around without having any clue. He could leave out some parts, for sure, but why would he do so? He was in a fucking shitty situation - no way in hell would he be pretending that everything on the planet is a-ok. - "Okay." - You chimed happily. Suddenly, you whipped folds with papers on the table, working as you ate the last crumpets on your plate. - "Also, there's this one problem." - "The money doesn't add up? " - Jacob asked back, his eyes glued to the TV. - "No, I'm just almost done with all the papers I was able to find there. You don't have the business for too long, do you?

    At this, another bit of the conversation was started - Jacob told you how he got the old workshop from a mechanic who was too old to keep up. Of course, he paid something for the business, but it was more of a symbolic amount of money than a huge sum. Jacob also started to keep the record about all the gigs he has taken since he started to work as the new mechanic; yet despite his best tries, he was a messy person - your help was heavily appreciated in this field. This start-up was just what Jacob needed to leave La Push. He was still spending some time at the weekend in there with his dad, Seth, and his other friends, but now, he was trying to get through life on his own.

    He dreamt about going on a vacation to somewhere where it's always sunny and warm, but he was still saving up for the dreamy trip of his life. Which, as you guessed, wasn't going too well. Jacob, being the good-willed idiot, was trying to help the needy people who couldn't afford to pay that much for a mechanic and there was a lot of small amounts of money he just... Let go. Just like with you, with Mrs. Peterson, and a ton of other people. So... He was most likely to spend his whole damn life in Forks. - "Yeah, but I mean... I will be done soon. What should I do when all the papers are sorted?" - You asked when the story was ended. - "Well, since you still have a debt, you might as well help me with the gigs, I suppose. Tomorrow, I have one in Sappho and then two cars in La Push, I think. And a routine check-up at the station... And then your car." - Jacob started to count on his fingers, naming every gig he had written into his calendar. - "I don't know anything about cars. And you've told me that you're gonna do something to me if I even get close to one of your cars. The cars don't like me either, just to let you know." - At that, Jacob laughed into the back of his palm. - "I'll be there and I'll show you your way around the cars, I swear. You won't be letting anyone's car blow up on my watch." - And there, it was the start of something so-called a friendship.

    As Jacob promised, it could be around 8 p.m. as you both climbed into the tank he called a car. He made sure you've made yourself some hot tea and put it into a Thermo cup, some food, he so made you take your jacket and his raincoat just to be sure you won't feel cold. The whole ride to the unknown was quiet, yet in a nice way. You've been shifting on your seat expectedly, watching your surroundings. There were woods as far as you could see, nothing but deep and dark woods. Suddenly, Jacob turned off the engine and looked at you. You've been in the middle of literal nowhere, yet Jacob was sure you're just where you've been supposed to be. - "Well, come on, we're here." - The man smiled sadly. He was playing out the worst scenarios inside his mind for the last ten minutes and he was just praying you wouldn't fain when he'd show his wolf form to you. - "We'll be walking for half an hour," - "In this pitch-black night? Are you out of your mind?" - At that weak argument, Jacob snickered quite happily.

    "I forgot you can't see that well in the dark." - The man scratched the nape of his neck as he looked around. - "But you'll be just fine, trust me. Let's go." - With a quite loud clap, he ventured to the forest head first, not waiting for what you wanted to do. Unexpectedly, you stood still at the trunk of his car while the wildest thoughts raced through your mind. That man told you, just mere hours ago, that there are vam-pi-res somewhere in the woods and now he wanted you to wander somewhere behind him, orienting only through the sounds of his heavy footsteps... Jacob was surely half-insane, you were one hundred percent sure of that. Suddenly, said crazy man popped his head on the other side of the trunk, making you squirm in fear. First, you ducked and tried to hide, but then, your mind clicked as your brain realized it's only Jacob

    "Holy mother of shit." - The curse made Jacob grin, but he didn't say a single word as he leaned his elbows to the sides of the said trunk. - "I swear to God that I'll have a heart attack if you keep fucking around with me. You scared me to death."

    "What are you so scared about? I've heard everyone looks better in the dark, Y/N, which makes me the best looking man in all of the Forks and La Push." - At that argument, a wide grin appeared on your face. Sure, you still were a bit tense, but as of now, Jacob's presence was calming you down... Which was a thing you thought you'd never say out loud. In the end, he was one grumpy and scary package. As of now, he was tall as a mountain and pretty well-built as far as you could judge; said man could also turn into a wolf at will, so it was a win-win situation. You had to be safe with him even if you didn't want to. - "Debatable." - It was not much more than a silent mumble when you answered Jacob. - "Come on. Don't be a sissy, nothing bad can happen to you. I can't smell anything inhuman in here. You're safe."

    To be absolutely exact, Jacob couldn't smell anything other than you. Not that you'd be smelly or smelling funny, your smell was just outrageously strong, even in an opened, windy space. But he was sure that if any leech would be lurking around, he'd either see or smell them. - "Sissy?" - Was the answer you came up with, leaving the safe space behind the trunk. With never-before-seen confidence, you walked up to the edge of the woods, quite literally pulling your sleeves up in the process. - "You called me a sissy? Well, young man, you just outdo yourself. I'm no sissy." - And just like that, you stumbled to the pitch-black dark forest, walking a few steps forward between mossy, cold trees. At first, you still knew Jake's right behind to watch each of the steps you made, yet as the time passed by, the silence was growing louder and louder.

    You've made it a few feet into the woods before you realized that you, in fact, were a total sissy. As you walked out of the edge again, you could now see Jacob resting his back on the side of his car, watching you with a small, daring smile. - "I gave you a minute before you walk back out. You impressed me with your time of a minute and fifteen seconds." - "Oh, fuck off. A forest is a freaky place when you can't see even a foot away from you. I almost hit a tree with my forehead." - With a sigh, you caught the straps of your backpack in your palms and looked at him. - "Well, lucky for you, I have a plan B."

    First, you didn't know what he was doing - the man kneeled in front of you while showing you his back, waiting for you to do something. What you were supposed to do was in no way clear to you, to be honest. - "Are you climbing on it or not?" - Jacob asked impatiently after almost a minute of getting his knees wet. Were you doing... What? What did the man just ask you to do? To climb on his back? Well, who were you not to deliver?

    With all the concentration you had in you and with the best skill you could have while wearing two thick jackets, you climbed on his back, making sure you were holding to his shoulders as firmly as you could. At first, it seemed to be working - with little to no actual force, Jacob walked at least half a mile with you on his back. The only problem was your ass slowly slipping down with each step he took. And suddenly...

    "Oh, loca. Did you hurt yourself?" - As soon as Jacob heard a loud wet thud, he knew you've fallen directly on your ass. Yeah, it did hurt a little, but it was nothing you wouldn't walk off pretty easily. - "No, I think I'm good, it's basically nothing." - A mutter along with a sharp curse word left your lips as you tried to pick yourself hard. And you needed to say that it wasn't the easiest task when you couldn't see more than one and a half feet from you. Jacob watched you trying to find a tree nearby with a smirk on his face before he actually bowed down and made sure to pick you up bridal style.

    "I can walk on my own, Jesus Christ, Black! I'm heavy!" - A quiet squirm hit Jacob's ears as he started running with you in his arms as if you were nothing but air. Even though you started to wiggle a bit to show you're not consenting to be carried, the man could hear your heart slowly calming down. Just like that, you felt very safe. - "We can talk about that once you start walking properly. You women really need to work on your marches, let me tell you that." - Jacob answered while making his way forward as if you weren't even there. - "It's hard to walk when you can't see for your dear life." - Was the last mutter you left out before curling up closer to the warmth he radiated as you tried to find a better position for yourself to relieve both him and you.

    Jacob remembered the forest trail to lake Ozette from the back of his head. During the day, the place could be lovely when any leeches were around - it was a huge body of water laying as far as an eye could see, some shores were beachy, some of them were covered in reeds. When the summer was warm enough, it was one of Jake's favorite spots to take a swim at along with the boys, especially when they decided they are bored of cliff diving for now. As he thought about that, there were many beautiful spots around Washington the guides didn't talk about and which you definitely had to see for yourself - just like that one meadow high up in the mountains, or the canyon cutting the edge between Quileute and Cullen territory. There was just something simply magical about these spots.

    It took him a moment to form the right kind of sentence before he started talking. Which, let's be honest, kinda freaked you out - the man was running around a pitch-black forest with you in his arms and nothing more than jean shorts and a plain t-shirt on, barefoot, let you add and he still found to breath to talk to you amidst all of that. - "You know, if we survive all of this in good health..." - Jacob started carefully. It was meant as a joke, but seeing your eyes widen in horror made him realize this wasn't funny to you. - "I mean, when all this is over, because, we will destroy those leeches and that's a promise, I think I have some secret spots for you that you might want to see." - "But... What about my car? Won't it be long repaired by then?" - Ouch. It was a good question, but it hurt the good-hearted Jacob right in the feels; this time, the mean, grumpy guy wasn't in charge.

    Yes, he should focus on repairing your car as quickly as he was capable of just to get you out of Forks for good. As a reward, he wouldn't feel the heavy responsibility for another human being who was fully dependant on him and his pack in this scenario. On the other hand... - "What if we don't get the right parts, huh? I think you should start to prepare for prolonging your stay in Forks and by all means, you should find yourself a good part-time job. Newtons always look for a part-time worker." - Even if you could see just a sheer glimpse of his teeth, you knew he was basically smiling from ear to ear.

    "Jacob Black, you're one of the best mechanics I've seen," - Wow. That was a huge compliment. Yet, then the second part of the sentence came to play and it ruined the nice thing completely. - "Truth is, I have seen like... One mechanic working. But you seem to be great at what you're doing and with your love for classic cars, there's no way in hell you wouldn't get my Beetle working." - "You meant do say the wreck, didn't you?" - "Oh, fuck you. No more compliments for you, you get cocky too easily." - To keep you in the headspace of winning that small quarrel, Jacob didn't say a word throughout the rest of the way. It wasn't much longer a mere five minutes later when something very bright hit your eyes.

    Oh, it was the moon. It made sense - no clouds were in the sky, it was clear and you've also been miles away from the nearest small town. Here, as it reflected in the masses of water, the moon looked as big as never before. When Jacob put you down, you didn't wait for a signal that the proximity of Ozette if vam-pi-re free and just walked to the meadow surrounding it. As it was to be expected, it was cold as hell - there was a huge mass of water in front of you and the wind was blowing; yet your eyes were basically glued to the big, grey, shiny ball on the sky. - "I told you there are some secret spots you might enjoy." - Black grinned as he pressed something to your hand. At first, you just nodded with your mouth opened as you were unable to look away, yet as soon as you realized you're holding a piece of cloth, it hit you - Jacob walk walking back to the edge of the forest's edge, unzipping his jean shorts. It was happening.

    With a soft thud, you took down your backpack and turned head first towards the spot the man disappeared at. Nothing more than a splashing of water and soft howling of the wind could be heard, yet you knew exactly what was happening. And when it happened, the sound reminded you of a quiet, strange explosion, you knew that this time, you've been perfectly prepared for what was waiting for you hidden just ten feet away from the nearest tree.

    This time, when you saw it, you hadn't fainted. In fact, you stood perfectly still and watched the majestic animals slowly walking towards you.

    #the twilight saga #jacob black #jacob black x fem!reader #the werewolf bois are back baby #you'll see them in the next round #they'll make at least a guest appearance #damn it feels good to be back #even if i just finish this series #did you listen to twilight soundtrack? #you should#it's cracked#i swear
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  • i-have-eyes
    16.04.2021 - 1 day ago

    I am team Jacob but only new moon Jacob like garage scene Jacob and I become team Rosalie and Leah every where else

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  • since0202
    16.04.2021 - 1 day ago

    Chapter 32: Mistake

    Jacob was shaking violently before her. Low clouds had rolled in on the horizon and it threatened to rain. The thunder sounded ominously off the shore and Grace was standing, stock still on her front porch staring at the boy she loved as he crumbled. 

    “You….you slept with him?” his voice cracked from the weight of the words. She was out of tears, her eyes just burned fiercely and her voice croaked with dehydration. 

    “Yes,” it killed her to admit it. Something in her cracked as she tried to move toward him. He shot her a look and exhaled a fierce breath through his nose. 

    “No,” he  growled. His eyes leveled her with a silent command that locked her in place. She had to obey. Her eyes went wide and she stopped and clenched her hands around the bottom of her shorts. 

    “It just...happened. I didn’t..we knew it was a mistake right away. I’m so sorry, please. I—,” Grace couldn’t move from the spot she was in and she felt like she was choking. The hurt radiated off of Jacob’s body in clear pulses as he shook wildly. She thought he was going to explode, a part of her really wanted him to so that she could feel the pain she knew she deserved at this moment. 

    The thunder clapped behind him again, louder this time, the storm coming in too fast. The sound echoed in her head and she felt a rush move through her. Another change—a strangled small sound escaped her lips as she tried to step forward toward him. 

    Jake’s face twisted in anger, his teeth clenched, and his fists hung heavy by his sides. His breathing was fast and loud and she braced for impact. Oh how she wished he would. 

    A cry like that of a wounded animal escaped his lips and she felt her insides twist wildly in excruciating pain. Was he doing that? Grace’s eyes widened in fear.

    But then, the anger was replaced with debilitating sadness and tears sprang to his eyes. He went limp, his eyes casting to the ground and Grace felt the constricting pain loosen.

    This was somehow worse. Much worse. After a few terrifying moments of silence he raised his eyes to hers, black with quiet rage, took one ragged breath and said with venom laced in his voice, “I hate you.” 

    Grace broke into a thousand pieces, whimpering in the spot she couldn’t seem to leave. Before she could get anything out, he had turned, phased and left through the trees. It felt like someone had cut a taut thread holding her body together. She felt her body let out a scream as he left, still unable to move, so Grace did the only thing she thought she could do. She called out to him in her mind desperately:


    But she couldn’t hear him anymore. She collapsed in a heap on the ground. It felt like she was bleeding but she had no physical wounds to speak of. The ache in her belly exploded into a thrashing snake that burned and tore at her. Thunder echoed around as rain came crashing down around her in a torrential downpour. There was no relief.

    She felt everything for what felt like forever and then, excruciatingly, she felt nothing at all. For however long Grace had laid there, it rained on her and she welcomed it. She turned onto her back and let her mouth hang open as rain dripped down her throat. Nothing offered any relief. She was empty. 

    Grace heard splashing footsteps approach. She was still soaked through and shivering but she pulled herself up and stood, uneven on her two feet. Her vision blurred from the rain and she rubbed her eyes to clear them just in time to see Rachel, stomping toward her. 

    In one fell swoop, Rachel raised her arm and slapped Grace as hard as she could across the face. The searing pain whipped through her cheek and into the back of her head, sending white lights popping behind her eyes. She wasn’t sure if she let out any sound other than heaving a breath before she righted herself to see Rachel rigid with anger. 

    “How fucking dare you.” her voice was seething and Grace flinched at it’s acid. She opened her mouth as if to reply but Rachel’s eyes warned her not too. “How dare you treat me and my brother like this. I have no idea who you are but if the old Grace is in there, relay this message to her as well.” She paused for a second and leaned in so her face was close to Grace’s. “FUCK. YOU.” Rachel was fire and Grace was dry grass. She was consumed by her rage and turned to ash. Rachel took one last look at her, spitting on the ground next to her and walked away.

    Grace staggered on the spot and pulled herself up the steps holding onto her left cheek where Rachel had slapped her. As she pushed through her open doorway, sopping and dripping, she slipped in a puddle of her own making. She landed hard on the wood floor just inside of her front door and stayed there. Her heartbeat slowed and she hoped that sleep would take her at least for a little while. But the pain returned to keep her awake as long as it wanted, raking her over the coals and making her see Jacob’s pained face, hear the echoing words ‘I hate you’ over and over and Rachel’s tearful, enraged face as she screamed at her. 

    Grace fell into the unending black. 




    The cool, late summer air pushed through the open window. Soft steps down the stairs leading into the kitchen complemented the peaceful silence that hung in the air right before sunrise. The coffee machine sputtered quietly as the soft footsteps made their way to the couch, covering the sleeping boy with a light throw blanket, his broad, russet back exposed. 

    Steam wafted from the top of the coffee cup as it was pressed to full lips. The sun slowly rose, breaking over Grace’s face as she stood on the edge of the beach letting the cold turning water lap up and kiss her toes. She stared out over the horizon, letting the day wash over her, trembling from the cold or the anticipation. Shaking the last of the pain prickling in her hands free, she took a deep breath and turned to go back inside. 

    A couple hours after day break, Grace walked over to the sleeping form on her couch. 

    “Hey, wake up. Breakfast,” she nudged the grumbling boy in the shoulder and waved an oversized stack of pancakes in front of his face. The boy’s eye peeped open and reached for the stack. “At the table.” Grace said, her voice monotone. 

    Embry slumped into the chair across from her and dug into a stack of pancakes untouched by Grace. She picked over a bowl of yogurt and watched him chow down. 

    “Late night?” she offered. He nodded between bites, his eyes rolling into the back of his head in pure bliss at the food. 

    “Yeah, ran damn near to Canada. Thanks for letting me crash,” he said mouth full. Grace nodded. This was a regular thing with most of the pack. Her home was a stop gap between Forks and the rez. Sometimes, if they were too tired, they’d crash at her place, not able to make it all the way home. She left her door unlocked and would often find a snoring member on her couch, in her armchair, or on the spare mattress she set up in her office for just such an occasion. 

    At first, she had internally protested their presence. The first week after Jake was gone, Grace didn’t leave the house. Embry and Quil had made quick work of the locked door without damaging it (much to Jared’s dismay) and found her in bed, conscious but not responsive. 

    “Should we call someone?” Embry had said worriedly as he sat on the side of her bed after trying to make her look at him. “Ti’Hal maybe?” Quil shifted uneasily from foot to foot and nodded over his shoulder. Jared and Embry followed him out into the hall where he quietly said, 

    “Let’s try to find Jake first. And if we can’t, then we’ll bring in Ti’Hal, yeah?” Jared was peering through the door with fear in his eyes. While he’d never seen it himself, he recognized something in Grace that he’d heard only in the legends. He kept his mouth shut though and nodded to the others. 

    “Yeah, let’s find Jake.” 

    But they were unsuccessful. No matter how far they ran in any direction, they heard nothing. After that first week, Embry, Quil, and Jared would casually start showing up at Grace’s place, prying open the door and sleeping over on the couch or munching on snacks in the kitchen. The noise roused Grace more than once and when she finally found enough energy to creep down the top steps looking haggard she was met with a delighted wave from Quil. She scowled and turned back up to her room locking herself in. 

    Seth and Leah quickly followed suit, then Brady and Collin, and even Sam. Sam had taken one look at her after that first week and the next day Emily was there, tidying up the house, cooking meals, and rolling Grace onto her side like an elderly patient to change her sheets. Leah had hauled her from the bed from under the arms and put her in the tub, carefully undressing her and turning on the hot water. Grace had broken down into tears in the bathtub as Leah had washed her hair like she was a little kid. Leah didn’t protest when Grace leaned into her, getting soap all over her shirt and sobbed. 

    She’d refused to see Ti’Hal, mostly due to shame. She wasn’t ready to hear the extent to which she had royally fucked up. Not yet. 

    Grace crossed her arms, sitting back and staring past Embry toward the door. 

    “So...the big day is upon us,” Embry said gently. Grace snapped her eyes back to him looking for clarification. When she dazed off like that everything went out of focus and she lost all connection to solid ground. “Bella and the leech are getting married?” he prompted. 

    “Oh, yeah,” Grace said, closing her eyes tight to shake off the blurriness and come back to center. “Yeah, tomorrow. You still coming?” 

    Embry shrugged his shoulders not meeting her eyes as he finished off his pancakes. Grace got lost again and only came to when Embry patted her shoulder and said goodbye. 

    “Are you gonna be able to walk in those?” Grace said skeptically, sitting on the front deck of the Cullen house and watching as Bella scraped across the wood leaving marks. Even though the weather was still fairly warm for September, Grace was wrapped in a blanket wearing a giant oversized sweater and sweatpants. She was constantly cold these days. 

    “Can’t I just go barefoot?” Bella said, unsteady on her feet. Alice looked like someone had punched her in the stomach, not that she would feel it if they had. 

    “Absolutely not! This isn’t some backyard hoedown, you will wear the Jimmy Choos and you will appreciate the Jimmy Choos.” Alice chided. She tried to demonstrate again for Bella, gliding gracefully across the deck. 

    “To be fair, it is in a backyard,” Bella said. Grace pointed a finger at her and her eyes lit up momentarily before being clouded by dull pain. Bella watched the fleeting moment of joy dissipate on Grace’s face with increased worry. 

    It had been three months. Three months since Jake had taken off. No one tried to go after him at first, but it became clear as the hours turned into days and turned into weeks that he wasn’t coming back. Whatever broke in Grace that day had broken in Jacob too. 

    After a month, Bella asked Edward to go looking for him, hoping that the luck he had last time in finding Jake would happen again. But nothing came of it. He and Carlisle reached out to their contacts but they were very limited in offering identifying information considering they were trying to keep the pack’s existence a secret. 

    He was just gone. And Grace was left behind. The pack was in disarray as Grace lost herself. Sam had banished her from patrols and trainings since she couldn’t stay focused. Her recasting was almost nonexistent—anytime she tried to recast she ended up miles away from where she intended. She was thrown completely out of sync. 

    As she sat watching Bella scrape her way across the deck, Grace felt that familiar buoying sensation that made her feel like she was thrashing around in an open ocean, unsteady and untethered. This feeling was constant ever since she felt that thread snap in her when Jake left. She rubbed absently at the dark purple bruises under her eyes from the ongoing lack of sleep. It was if her body was punishing her for what she did during the day and her mind took up the task at night throwing nightmare after nightmare that would leave her screaming herself awake in a cold sweat. 

    She tightened the blanket around her to brace herself against the feeling more and gave Bella a weary smile when she looked her way. 

    “Bella you have to promise me you’ll practice  this week. There’s only five days left!” Alice squealed. 

    “I have been practicing,” Bella said with a terrified look on her face. 

    “Just….practice more then!” Alice said cheerfully. 

    Bella dropped Grace off at Sam and Emily’s place in the afternoon. Grace plopped into the nearest chair in the kitchen. Emily turned to look over at her as she kneaded some bread dough on the counter. 

    “How was it?” she said nonchalantly. Grace made a sound of affirmation, not wanting to elaborate. Sam walked out from the bedroom door, pulling a shirt over his head before kissing Emily on the temple. He looked across the kitchen at Grace and she gave him that desperate faraway stare. 

    As far as Spirit Bird’s went, she was probably the worst in her histories. Completely useless to her Alpha and unable to do anything of value at the moment. The girl who had decimated a horde of newborn vampires in a clearing was long gone. She could hardly lift her arms above her head. Sam glanced from Grace to Emily who gave him a worried nod, encouraging him to say what they had discussed earlier. 

    “I think it’s time to see Ti’Hal,” he said in a stern voice. Grace took awhile to react, slow and encumbered with fatigue at just existing. She let out a tired breath and tried to protest: 

    “Sam,” she croaked weakly, but he just shook her head at her, throwing what little energy she had to fight out the window. “Fine.” she said sullenly. Let Ti’Hal tell her she was broken, that there’d been a mistake, that she wasn’t actually the Spirit Bird but a perfect fake who destroyed lives instead. 

    Ti’Hal’s home was small but well maintained thanks to the community. She held most of the tribes histories and so she was treasured amongst nearly every member of the tribe. Sam handed Grace over to Ti’Hal on the doorstep much like a child of divorcees. She felt like that a lot recently: a helpless kid who didn’t know what to do or how to exist in this world. It drove her crazy, but the painful stupor kept her still. 

    Ti’Hal gave Sam a small, sad smile and took Grace’s hand leading her into her home to the small comfortable living room. She had a fire going and Grace trembled at it’s warmth, only a faint echo of the warmth she used to feel with Jake. She slumped to the floor and Ti’Hal shuffled away to the kitchen to make some tea as Grace stared into the fire. 

    Before long Ti’Hal was next to her, handing her a cup of tea and settling into the armchair next to her. Grace leaned her back against the side of the armchair and let out a whimper. 

    “Where have you been, Little Bird?” Ti’Hal said softly, her gentle, raspy voice mixing in with the flames. Grace wasn’t sure how to answer and shook her head. “There is so much pain you have caused each other. Why? Why do you fight so hard against who you are?” 

    Grace turned her body to look at Ti’Hal. Anger, the only emotion her body would let her feel completely other than pain, was apparent on her face. Ti’Hal continued. 

    “You’re angry about the imprint. What you see as cruel fate interfering with your happiness. But what if you are seeing it through the wrong eyes?” 

    Grace’s face contorted to that of confusion. “Who’s eyes am I supposed to look through if the whole problem is I’m fighting against who I’m supposed to be?” 

    “Grace, you are exceptionally perceptive at feelings, but you are not listening. What has your heart been telling you this whole time?” 

    “That he will leave me for his imprint so I retroactively fucked us up as a form of self-destruction and protection to ensure at least one of us ends up happy.” Grace said aggressively. Ti’Hal shook her head. 

    “The imprint...the imprint is more than a means to an end. An imprint happens when the wolf warrior needs it most, when they are exactly who they are supposed to be. It is the purest form of fate, that is dictated by the fated’s actions. You see fate as cruel, something you cannot control, but you are the one dictating it with every move of your muscle. So why do you insist on betraying yourself?” 

    “I don’t understand,” Grace said slowly. 

    “Stop worrying about fate and become your truest self. Only then will it fall into place. Who you’re meant to be, who he is meant to be. If you don’t, you will continue in this dance around one another and only end up suffering.” 

    “That’s it? Just be yourself? That’s your world changing advice?” Grace said, the anger back again. She was on her feet. Ti’Hal nodded, so sure. “Ti’Hal what?! Don’t you see what’s happened? I fucked up! I broke. And I destroyed the only thing that was good...for me.” She choked. 

    “Where there is a break, there is healing. You are the Spirit Bird. So heal. The uncertainty will dissolve when you make the decision and become who you are meant to be.” 

    “They made a mistake. The ancestors. I’m not...I don’t think I can do this. I’m not strong enough for this,” Grace was shaking, swaying in place. A hard look came across Ti’Hal’s face and her arm shot out with such speed and force that it startled Grace. 

    “Fight HARDER for yourself.” Grace felt fire run up her arm, ignite her veins from Ti’Hal’s touch and the dull cloud of pain cleared. Hot flames licked down her body, burning away the cold that had trapped her since Jake was gone. The snapped thread still hung empty in her body, but she felt the solid ground under her feet for the first time in awhile. 

    Ti’Hal let go of her and the feeling remained, echoing in ripples up and down her body. “He will return. His soul has heard the call of another’s and he won’t be able to stay away for too long. I suggest you prepare yourself by heeding my advice. Become who you were meant to be, for the good of the tribe, for your pack, for young Jacob Black. For you.” She said firmly, the last words echoing in Grace’s head loudly. She nodded, swallowing hard, to show she understood and crept toward the door. 

    When she pushed it open, the cool air washed over her feverish body and she shivered from the sensation. Her senses had been dulled for so long and now she felt everything again, the pain, the rush of the wind, the sound of the ocean crashing nearby, the warm earth under her feet. 

    As she took a step out of the door, onto the grass, her body shifted and she recast deep into the forest, coming to a stop next to Sam. He was addressing the pack and turned to look at her. The pack followed his gaze to her and she looked to each of them, resolved to heal, resolved to find her way back to them. 

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  • fanfictionillustration
    16.04.2021 - 1 day ago

    I Don’t - Paul Lahote X Reader

    Angstttt. But you know I can’t just leave it 😂 so pt.2 will be coming. 1.2K words, some cursing, let me know if you enjoyed ❤️

    I smiled at the huge sparkling diamond wrapped around Emily’s finger. It was almost blinding, dancing in the sunlight as she moved her hand.

    “It’s beautiful,” I admitted.

    I could almost feel my heart wince as I came to the realization I would probably never have this. That feeling of excitement, that constant physical reminder of love, that someone made the decision they wanted to be with me for eternity.

    “He still hasn’t changed his mind, huh?” Emily’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts as she retracted her hand to wrap around her coffee mug.

    “Oh, don’t worry about it. It’s not that big of a deal really,” I lied straight to her face. She knew it too, but didn’t press any further.

    “I’m really happy for you, have you thought about a date yet?” I said attempting to change the subject. This was about her, not me.

    She perked up at this, “Yeah! I actually have had everything planned out for awhile,” she chuckled as she pulled up Pinterest, showing me an entirety of wedding posts.

    “Awwww that dress style would be perfect on you!! God maybe this will help Jared get off his ass soon and propose,” Kim interjected, laughing.

    “Have you guys talked about it at all?” I questioned, more selfishly wanting to know what Jared’s thoughts were on marriage.

    She nodded, “I bring it up all the time, he jokes that if I stop talking about it he will, because he wants it to be a suprise,” she smiled.

    What was Paul’s problem then?

    We talked more about the wedding, and the more we did the more I couldn’t shake the feeling of disappointment. I genuinely was happy to see one of my best friend’s get married. I was excited to be a part of it with her, but I was secretly filled with envy.

    As we bid our goodbyes I drove home in silence, thoughts of what could be and what reality was were fighting within my thoughts. Walking into the house I set my things on the counter, suddenly feeling big strong arms embrace me from behind in warmth.

    “Hi baby” he mumbled as he nestled into my neck.

    “Hey” I sighed, turning around.

    “How was Emily’s?” He smiled, arms still latched around my waist.

    “Great, we just talked about the wedding the entire time...”

    He chuckled, “Oh yeah I can’t wait. It’s gonna make for an awesome party,” he let go, getting a beverage out of the refrigerator.

    I looked down at my feet, wanting to hide my emotions but also wanting him to know how I felt.

    He noticed my demeanor immediately, coming back to my side. He rubbed his hands up my arms, “Hey, hey, what’s wrong beautiful?”

    “Do you......you know......do you think we could ever get married?” I asked hopefully, already knowing the answer. He dropped his hands backing against the counter, sighing in almost annoyance.

    “We’ve been over this, Y/N.”

    I just nodded, regretting I even asked.

    “You know I love you, with all of my heart and soul I do. I just..don’t think I want to get married.”

    “So we’ll just forever be in a relationship then.” I fiddled with the hems of my shirt, distracting myself so I wouldn’t start crying.

    “I don’t want to talk about this right now.”

    He grabbed his drink and stormed past me to the living room. A few tears slipped as I quietly made my way to our bedroom. Paul & I rarely argued, but when we did we always separated ourselves. I didn’t like the method but with Paul’s anger I knew it was for the best. I slipped under the sheets, and cried myself to sleep.


    I woke up to my ringtone, groggily sliding to answer after I saw it was Kim.

    “Hello?” I said blinking my eyes as they adjusted to the sunlight.

    “Welllllll good morning gorgeous!! I knew you’d over sleep. Get up, we have dress shopping to do!!” I internally slapped myself for agreeing to this last minute after all the wedding talk got the girls hyped up last night.

    “Yeah, okay, I’ll see you in 20.”

    I hung up and sat up to stretch, sore from falling asleep all curled up.

    I showered and got ready, relieved that Paul had already left for patrol. The memories of our conversation came flooding back on repeat again. Determined to not get upset in front of the girls I took a deep breath, and left.


    “Oh Em.....it’s absolutely stunning!!” Kim gushed on my side as we watched Emily put on her fourth dress, and she was right. It was stunning.

    “I think this is the one,” she smiled proudly. The pain in my heart rushed back. As much as I tried to ignore it, the feeling became almost overwhelming. I excused myself to the bathroom, immediately locking the door behind me I sank down to the ground. The tears continued to pour down my face. I thought I would be able to fake it. To sit there and smile and act like I wasn’t falling apart inside. I decided then, that I was done. I stood up, gathering myself. One last look in the mirror, I headed back to the girls. I used the poor excuse of a stomachache and raced home.

    Pulling up to the house I was suprised to see Paul’s truck. I thought I would have at least an hour to prepare what exactly I was about to say.

    “Screw it,” I turned off the ignition and walked inside.

    He was on the couch when I approached him. He sat up straight as he noticed my frazzled state. My emotions completely took over my body.

    “So. You DONT want to get married. Ever? Not now? Not a few years later? Never?”

    He rolled his eyes and ran his hand through his hair,

    “Y/N you’re still upset about this?”

    “ANSWER ME, Paul.” I was impatient. I was furious.

    He stood up, dropping his arms to his side.

    “No....I, I don’t want to get married. Ever.” He said it so nonchalant which only boiled my anger even more. I nodded my head,

    “Okay. Okay. Then, I’m done. We’re over.” I said as careless as I could.

    His eyes widened,


    He reached for me to which I immediately stepped back.

    “NO. I have waited, actually. I have waited a long fucking time for you to change your mind, or see why I may want this but you haven’t. You claim you love me so god damn much but you won’t even take the next step in our relationship, let alone EVER. I mean, shit, do you know how it feels to have your bestfriends all talk about their amazing plans for a wedding and then give you a pity look because you’ll never walk down that isle?”

    My eyes well up with tears as he stands there listening in pure shock. My voice starts to crack, “I want to marry you because I love you more than I love myself some days. I want to walk into a store with a ring on my finger so everyone knows. I want people to look at us reading our vows and say ‘damn, they really love eachother’”

    I wiped my tears and took a deep breath,

    “But if that won’t happen, then I can’t do this”

    And I walked out the door.

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  • the-penguins-ink
    15.04.2021 - 1 day ago

    Twilight x Harry Potter

    Twilight character's Hogwart Houses:

    Edward Cullen : Gryffindor

    Bella Swan: Ravenclaw

    Jacob Black: Gryffindor

    Alice Cullen: Hufflepuff

    Rosalie Cullen: Slytherin

    Jasper Cullen: Gryffindor

    Emmett Cullen: Gryffindor

    Carlisle Cullen: Hufflepuff

    Esme Cullen: Hufflepuff

    Charlie Swan: Gryffindor

    Sam Uley: Gryffindor

    Paul Lahote: Slytherin

    Quil Ateara: Ravenclaw

    Embry Call: Ravenclaw

    Seth Clearwater: Hufflepuff

    Leah Clearwater: Slytherin

    Emily Young: Ravenclaw

    Renee Dwyer: Gryffindor

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  • snailwife
    15.04.2021 - 2 days ago

    new moon jacob my beloved!

    [ Jacob | Bella | Leah ]


    [ commissions | ko-fi ]

    #twilight#twilight saga#jacob black#twilight rennaisance#twilight revival #this is basically my book interpretation of jakey because as fun as taylor lautner with a wig on is #jake is very much a teenager #and i wanted to draw him looking like one!! #i did draw bella a while back but i dont really wanna link it just yet i wanna repaint it first :') #if you wanna see it just look at my art tag: #snail draws #anyhow! after bella i'll be drawing leah! (my beloved) #stay tuned folks!! :) #snailposting
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  • fanfictionillustration
    15.04.2021 - 2 days ago

    Nothing could compare - Jacob Black X Reader

    WOW it has been a minute but I’m back!! Overwhelmed at all the notes my fics have been getting and I’m ready to write MORE!! This is definitely fluff, some curse words, 2.1K words ❤️ Thanks for reading!!!!

    I ran a single finger down his arm, hearing him sigh of content and place a small kiss on my forehead. Fluttering my eyes closed I snuggled into his chest,

    “How in the hell do you keep so warm?” I tugged at my hoodie sleeves as I relished in my boyfriends body heat.

    “Just got a good blood type I guess” he mumbled, in the midst of drifting off to sleep as he squeezed my side close.

    We laid there in silence as I thought about what a whirlwind the past couple of months have been. Bumping into a handsome stranger while at the supermarket sounded completely cliche, but it was my reality. We hit it off from the start. It almost didn’t feel real that I had met someone so perfect. I didn’t want to say I was in love with him....but....the feelings I had weren’t ones I have ever felt before. Just his presence alone put me at ease, a sense of comfort radiating throughout my body like the feeling of being home. And when he went away, it felt like a part of myself leaves with him. My body yearning to be with him again. It was highly intense. But for now, I wasn’t going to question it.

    I smiled to myself as I, too, drifted off to sleep.

    I slowly opened my eyes, suddenly coming to my senses as I realized it was now dark out. Peaking at the clock on the nightstand it was only 7pm. The bed felt cold and empty as my hands aimlessly searched for another body. I sat up, still confused and groggy as I wondered where Jacob had went. Being as though we were in his house, I figured he would have told me if he left. Grateful that Billy was used to me sleeping over I slowly sulked out of the bedroom and down the hall. I was met with a soft smile, although looking around I still saw no sign of Jacob.

    “Good morning,” Billy chuckled. I laughed lightly as I yawned,

    “Do you know where he went?”

    “Pretty sure they’re all down at Emily’s. He wanted to let you sleep” he said as he took a bite out of a sandwich.

    I smiled to myself. I had told Jacob that I only slept good when he was there with me. Being that he started to work the night shift at his job, I had been having trouble getting a full nights rest.

    I thanked Billy as I headed out the door, hands in my pocket as I swiftly started to walk. I was excited to see everyone, Emily was always very sweet and quickly became a good friend. Having the boys around never bothered me either considering it was definitely entertainment. We only ever visited so often though. Despite the numerous invitations to come, Jacob always insisted he wanted to spend time alone.

    I approached the house that seemed to be ever so cozy. I slowed down my steps and held my breath as I heard the yelling. All the voices were men. I crept closer so I was able to make out who the voices belonged too. I inched ever so carefully, knowing it was probably rude to be ease dropping, but that anyone else in my situation would.

    “It’s been MONTHS dude, give it up already.” I had known that to be Paul’s voice.

    “I will tell her when she is ready. Get OFF my fucking back.” I was caught off guard at this voice. I knew that voice to be my boyfriend, but never heard it so twisted in anger before. Almost as if he was growling under his breath.

    “Jacob, Paul has a point. You can’t hide this from her anymore. She’s going to start asking questions. Do you seriously want to lose her over not knowing the truth? She’s your imprint. She will understand.” I knew that booming voice to be Sam Uley. Now my interest was beyond peaked. What the hell is he hiding from me? What is an imprint? What if its not even me he’s talking about? Does he have someone else?

    I was so lost in my own thoughts that I didn’t have time to hide or move before the door slammed open. There revealed Jacob, eyes now wide with almost a horror.

    “Y/N, WHAT the hell are you doing here?!?”

    I was in a state of shock. The man I was looking at was not the man I was in love with. I had lost all words, my own brain could not even comprehend the most simple of a sentence. I was internally screaming at myself to say something as my mouth stood agape, nothing but air coming out.

    “DID YOU LISTEN TO OUR CONVERSATION?” His voice was now raised, more aggressive than before. And not just at one of the guys. At me. He started to shake slightly as I struggled with what to say.

    “I-I-I, Billy told me that you were here-“

    I stuttered suddenly remembering why I was standing on this porch listening to whatever secrets were being kept.

    “THATS NOT AN EXCUSE!!” His eyes were wild as it was my turn to look back in horror. He started to shake, violently. Reaching to touch his arm on instinct I was flown back by a large figure. Within seconds I landed with a thud, now finding myself at least a yard away with my hands on the gravel. Pain immediately registered in my knee to which I found bleeding through my newly ripped jeans. Wincing I looked up through my disheveled hair to see a large wolf standing right where Jacob was, who was no where in sight. I held my head and closed my eyes, assuming I had a concussion and was now hallucinating. No matter how many times I rubbed, blinked, or shut my eyes the wolf never went away. They then got blurry with tears as my heart started to race. I had no fucking idea what was going on. I was in immense pain, and the only person to bring me comfort had just shouted at me and disappeared. Not to mention this giant and dangerous creature that either nobody seemed to care about or I really was hallucinating.

    Sam quickly jogged over to me then, “Y/N I’m so sorry, I should have ran with you instead I just didn’t know how much time we had. Oh my god your knee...”

    He went to help me up when the large wolf growled loudly. Fear consumed me as I weakly attempted to scoot further away. Sam scoffed and turned his head to the wolf, “Jacob, enough. She’s hurt and you’re scaring her. I need to have Emily attend her wounds. Go run a lap and come back.”

    The wolf amazingly understood his words, huffing and taking off in the other direction of the wooded area that surrounded the house.

    Now I was definitely going crazy. Jacob, a wolf?? No. Not possible. I must have split my head wide open for me to dream up this one. Sam turned back to my attention, as if waiting for me to say something first. What if this was real? I had to know.

    “....You saw the wolf too?” I spoke quietly so at least only Sam would think I was nuts if this wasn’t actually happening.

    To my shock he started to laugh and scratch the back of his neck, “Yeahhh....Uhhhh, let me just start off by saying you’re not crazy. I know this is extremely overwhelming and Jacob did not intend for you to find out like this. Once he comes back you guys can have a long talk. But, we really need to stitch up your knee. Will you please let me help you inside?”

    I softly nodded as he gently and swiftly scooped me into his arms, walking towards the house.


    “Trust me when I say that you have every right to feel scared. This kind of thing is wild, to say the least” Emily soothed as she attached the last few stitches. We had been in her kitchen a little over an hour, the boys all ordered by Sam to stay away until I had calmed down. Emily told me just about everything, and it oddly made sense. He “worked late” because of new patrols, his body heat, why he didn’t want me around everyone until I knew the truth.

    “I feel like I’m going to wake up tomorrow and none of this will have happened” I admitted, still in shock at the nights events.

    Emily lightly chuckled, “As insane as it sounds, you do get used to it. That is, if you want to get used to it”

    My eyebrows furrowed, “What do you mean if I want too? Is there more secrets?”

    She shook her head, “No no, its just...”

    She leaned closer as if she was afraid of anyone hearing the next part.

    “Some people simply want to live a normal life. That’s why Jacob didn’t tell you for so long. He was worried you wouldn’t want this lifestyle, and....leave”She said as she backed away and leaned against the counter.

    I started to shake my head, and for the first time that night start to laugh.

    “As absolutely mindblowing as this is, I think I’m still in love with Jacob”

    Emily’s smile got real wide as she came to hug me.

    “Oh thank God, I wanted you to stay” I gave a smile back as I returned her embrace.

    We spent a few more minutes talking, when the door opened and there Jacob stood. He had his head down as he slowly approached me.

    “Can we go somewhere to talk?” He softly asked, avoiding eye contact.

    I nodded, looking down at my wrapped knee and reaching out my hand.

    “Mind helping me out?”

    With permission he suddenly lifted me into his arms, a faint smile on his face as we walked out the door. Looking around there was no where far away enough to sit, so I suggested his truck.

    After he carefully helped me in the passenger side he made his way around and shut the door.

    Neither of us spoke. Both of us either trying to gather the courage to speak, or wondering what to say.

    “I’m so sorry you found out this way,” Jacob started, his voice broken as his eyes glossed over looking at my knee.

    “I never, ever, wanted you to get hurt”

    I frowned at the mess he was in front of me. I reached out to lace his fingers with mine as he looked up in suprise.

    “It is definitely something that’s not so easy to explain,” I lightly laughed as he cracked a smirk for a second before he turned serious again.

    “I don’t want to ever put you in harms way. If the other guys weren’t there I could have really hurt you. I could have-“ he choked up as he looked away ashamed.

    I reached over to wipe the tear that left his eye, “You didn’t, Jacob. And I’m going to be honest here...I don’t think I could leave you if I tried.”

    He snapped his head back as our eyes finally met. Immediately our lips collided as he still was so gentle in holding me close. They moved in sync with eachother, and as we pulled away for a breath his hand stayed planted on my cheek.

    “I could never leave you either, baby.”

    I rested my head against his shoulder, finding that comforting warmth again. One question I still had lingering popped into my mind then,

    “Jacob, what’s an imprint?”

    I felt him suddenly tense underneath me as I sat up, now worried as I searched his face for an answer.

    He cleared his throat, “It’s like...a soulmate that a wolf has. Love at first sight, if you will. Not everyone finds theirs.”

    More things were now piecing together in my mind, “So is that why, my feelings with you are so intense?”

    He simply nodded, continuing, “Whatever you may be feeling, I feel times a hundred. I crave to be with you. I’ve never been happier than when you walked into my life. When we first started dating and would spend days apart, it hurt. Bad. Sometimes your touch is all I need..” he was fiddling with my hoodie sleeve now, almost embarrassed at this confession.

    I wrapped my arms around his neck, placing a kiss on his nose. “I will be here for you, always.”

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  • phil-dwyer-stan-account
    15.04.2021 - 2 days ago

    Which Crystal(s) I Would Give Different Twilight Characters

    so I got an anon asking “Which  crystal  would  you  give  different  characters” probably because of this post I made. It ended up pretty long so I figured I would make it it’s own post.

    I’m not focusing on crystals that have traits the characters already have (like Esme goes with rose quartz and moon stone) I’m focusing on what they need to work on and/or  what could help them.

    Disclaimer: this is all for fun. Ignore the post if you think crystals are bullshit. Pretend that I’m just giving them to these characters because they’re pretty and everyone deserves pretty rocks. I also do not think crystals actually take away depression(or any mental illness) or trauma and should not be used in place of therapy. This is all just for fun. Also please source your crystals ethically!!!


    Bella already has that moonstone ring in the movie but I would personally give her some rhodochrosite for self love and healing her inner child and any protective crystal(because someone is ALWAYS after her) but I’m choosing black tourmaline as the protection for her because of how great it is at shielding from negativity and her power is a shield. During new moon she needs lepidolite or caribbean calcite because they’re soothing and help with nightmares.


    First of all Edward would say crystals are bullshit and make fun of people and refuse to let people just enjoy. But he’s a vampire so are crystals really that much of a stretch? He’s getting citrine for happiness, self esteem, and positivity. And also blue lace agate cause as my friend Sarah says “it makes trauma go bye bye”. Edward also needs moss agate because it helps balance emotions. I will say that Edward should absolutely NEVER get hematite because it reflects negativity back at its source so if you cause your own negativity it messes you up and let’s be real Edward is the source of 99% of his problems.


    Jacob gets green calcite because it helps clear out pain and heart break, removes negativity by turning it into positivity, and helps with personal growth. Im also giving him aventurine of any color but specifically pink aventurine because it helps people stop feeling trapped and see options in their situation. I also think he would like petrified wood because he wittles, it’s the state gem for Washington, and because of its associations with stability, security, strength, and becoming the best version of yourself.

    (Long post so the rest are under the read more page break)


    Leah deserves the world. Leah gets rose quartz to heal her emotional pain and rhodochrosite (for the same reason as Bella). Leah would also do well with moonstone to help sooth her emotional stress while letting her understand herself and her emotional needs. Like Jacob I think she needs pink aventurine because as much as I love the wolf pack she feels stuck with people who do not respect her and see her side of the story.


    Even hypothetically Carlisle would never believe in crystals and he doesn’t deserve them anyways (see: Breaking Dawn chapter 12 where he admits to taking Jacobs blood without consent to experiment on it)


    Smeyer really said “fuck Esme she’s not important she’s just a mom” so Esme gets carnelian for confidence and empowerment to take action. She gets blue kyanite to encourage her to speak up (because the books and movies have her very few lines).


    Jasper doesn’t deserve anything (but also bumblebee jasper because it’s toxic and shares his name)


    While I love his energy I’m giving him some amethyst to help ground him and encourage calmness and tranquility.


    Sam needs chrysoberyl to help him have compassion for Leah and see her side.


    Peach moonstone to help reignite her passion for what makes her happy and bring out the best in her. Also green apatite to clear away apathy and negativity.

    Aro and Caius

    They get blue calcite and amazonite because they need to take a huge chill pill.


    Marcus on the other hand needs the opposite of a chill pill. He gets carnelian, green apatite, rose quartz, citrine and pink aventurine (for reasons listed above in others crystals). He also gets hematite because he is NOT the cause of his own pain and he deserves justice.


    Could I really make a list without including Alistair? No I could not. Alistair straight up needs moldavite or any other tektite because he needs a huge change to his life he needs that accelerated transformation and growth. He also needs rutilated quartz and charoite to help relieve fears and help him let go of the past. And then after all of that transformation, I’ll also throw in rose quartz and lapis lazuli to help him attract and let in GOOD relationships based in pure love and friendship.

    If you have any other characters you want me to give crystals to let me know and I’ll make a part two.

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  • rosaliesbigtiddygothgf
    15.04.2021 - 2 days ago

    edward cullen was a scorpio venus

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  • readergirl711
    15.04.2021 - 2 days ago

    Uh, I just realized something. Did Jacob ever finish high school or did he drop out after The Incident? I can't remember if it's ever addressed.

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  • wildfiredesigns
    15.04.2021 - 2 days ago

                                          YOUTH [JAKE X LEAH]

    A lua cheia. Dois corações quebrados. Uma conexão. Dois corpos muito quentes.

    Jacob e Leah saíram da alcateia e descobriram em meio as adversidades que tinham mais em comum do que o sangue mágico quileute correndo em suas veias. Ambos encontraram conforto onde menos esperavam, nos braços um do outro.

    O amanhã traria mudanças, mas naquela noite desfrutariam da juventude selvagem e imprudente juntos. Jacob x Leah (BlackWater) | Universo Original | Durante os eventos de Amanhecer (filme; part I) | +18


    Aproveitando que Crepúsculo ainda é o tema daqui,  acho que não divulguei essa one-shot que escrevi recentemente. Sei que muita gente não curte JakeNessie, e Leah seria uma opção perfeita para ele.

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  • bluebell-a
    14.04.2021 - 2 days ago

    Quick little Jacob/Bella 💜

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  • andreafmn
    14.04.2021 - 2 days ago

    Collision - Chapter 3

    Word Count: 2,578

    Characters: Female Reader Uley Character, Sam Uley, Allison Uley, Charlie Swan, Bella Swan, Seth Clearwater, Billy Black, Jacob Black, Emily Young, Paul Lahote, Harry and Sue Clearwater, Leah Clearwater

    Story Description: (Y/N) Uley is back home after being away for four years. Her life at its first standstill and she is taking this time to find out who she is without school. But she never thought that coming back to the reservation would turn her whole life around. In the midst of secrets and mystery, a man crashes into (Y/N)’s and her life will never be the same.

    *DISCLAIMER* I do not own in any way Twilight, all credits of the pre-established characters, script, and storyline belong to Stephanie Meyer and Summit Entertainment. The only thing I own is Uley Reader insert, any upcoming characters, and her storyline, as well as her effects in the others’ story line.

    Chapter: 3/?

    A/N: Hello, Cullens! If you enjoy my writing I’ll also be posting them in AO3 and Wattpad along with other stories (I also hope to start taking requests if ya’ll want) Hope you enjoy and all constructive criticism is encouraged.

    Follow Me! it would really help me out 🥺


    Chapter 3

    (Y/N) was in awe of the man standing before her. A pale young doctor with blond hair and striking golden eyes. His face held a warm smile that made her feel at ease and warm inside. Although it did falter for a millisecond, something she attributed to the shadows cast by the darkroom. He seemed stuck in a trance but entered the room swiftly.

    “So, how’s the patient? Sensitive to light, I see,” the doctor commented on the unlit room.

    “Yeah, turned them off. Seemed to bother her,” Charlie answered, (Y/N) being too struck to muster up words.

    “That’s alright.” He smiled, finishing his conversation with Charlie, and turning to her. “Hi, (Y/N). I’m Dr. Carlisle Cullen. Hit your head pretty hard, huh?”

    “Yeah, I guess. It’s the only thing that could explain the headache,” she answered hoarsely.

    “Well, your CT scans all came out perfectly. It does seem you have a minor concussion and I had to stitch up your forehead. But other than that, you can leave as soon as you sign the discharge papers. For the next seven to ten days try your best to engage in low impact activities, nothing that might move your head around too much, and try your best to not further injure yourself,” he chuckled. “If any symptoms persist after that time frame, come back to see me as soon as possible. Would you be taking her home, Sheriff Swan?”

    “Yes, doctor. Her truck was quite mangled up.” Charlie stood beside (Y/N).

    “Perfect, I’ll have a nurse send by the discharge papers and you’re free to go. Hope you feel better soon,” he smiled, and as quickly as he had arrived, he was gone.

    Carlisle couldn’t wait to get out of the room. The smell emitting from the girl laying on the hospital bed created a hunger that ravaged his body like nothing he had felt in over two centuries. He knew exactly what this meant and the repercussions it would bring. He knew he couldn’t be near her, yet a part of him didn’t want to be apart from her any second longer. Carlisle had found his blood singer and his mate in the sister of his enemy.

    Inside the room, (Y/N) was left dumbfounded by the sudden departure of the doctor. She felt a strong magnetic pull towards Carlisle, something she had never felt in her life. Before she could ask anything else, the older man had left the unlit room. Charlie was outside on the phone, possibly speaking to her mother. In walked a nurse, holding in one hand (Y/N)’s clothes and in the other a clipboard with papers. (Y/N) got dressed as quickly as she could, still feeling a little woozy from the pain killers, and signed the papers to be released.

    After she was done, she exited the room and was met with the Sheriff.

    “Ready to go home?” He asked, a sad smile adorning his face.

    “Definitely,” she smiled. “By any chance, were you able to retrieve the bags from the back of the truck?”

    Charlie chuckled, of course, the girl would be worried about other things. “Yeah, I had my buddy bring them around after he towed the truck.”

    “Thanks, Charlie.” (Y/N) smiled and followed the tall man to the cruiser. Walking slowly and carefully, she finally made it into the police car and sat on the passenger seat.

    Her head was still hurting, and her thoughts were still hazy, but the only certain thing was that she wanted to know more of the pale doctor that had ailed her wounds.

    The drive to her house was short, and outside she was met with her worried mother and a scared brother. As soon as the car stopped, Allison and her eldest son rushed to the passenger side of the cruiser.

    “Oh, honey, what happened?” Allison said between tears.

    “I think I hit my head or something,” (Y/N) chuckled. Allison was not amused. “I’m okay, mom. A deer jumped out and I swerved to avoid hitting it, but the car slid and hit a tree. Luckily, Sheriff Swan was close by and got me to the hospital.”

    “Yes, thank you so much, Sheriff Swan. Don’t know what would’ve happened if you weren’t there.”

    “Just doing my job, Allison. Glad I could get to her on time.” Charlie smiled. “Now, Dr. Cullen said that her symptoms might last a few days, but they shouldn’t last for more than ten days.”

    “What happens if it goes longer?” Sam asked.

    “I die,” (Y/N) held back a laugh. Clearly, no one was amused. “Just kidding, I have to go back to get checked. Jeez, tough crowd.”

    “Thank you for bringing her over, Charlie.” Allison shifted the attention. “And for taking the truck over to Jacob.”

    “No worries, Allison. Just doing my job.” He smiled. “Make sure this one doesn’t get into any more trouble.”

    The sheriff smiled and got back into the cruiser, leaving once the family trio was inside the house. Inside the house, Sam quietly went up the stairs to put (Y/N)’s bags in her room and Allison helped her daughter up the stairs. The Uley son was quiet as he put away his sister’s bags and kept to himself as his mother helped (Y/N) settle on the blue bed.

    Only the rustling of the paper bags and the creaking of the bed was heard in that room. There was a palpable tension in it and the air was almost choking. (Y/N) laid in bed and watched her family members move around without interacting with each other. The girl couldn’t understand the strain that had separated her loved ones.

    “I’m surprised you got here when I called, Sam,” Allison broke the silence in a sharp tone.

    “Mom,” (Y/N) interjected.

    “My sister was hurt, of course I would be here,” Sam defended himself.

    “I guess I’m just shocked that you’d leave whatever is so important that you always do for your sister,” Allison added. “You know, like you did last night.”

    “Mom, that’s enough.”

    “It’s fine, (Y/N).” Sam kissed her forehead. “I’ll come by tomorrow in the afternoon to help you in here. Bye, mom.”

    Sam left in the blink of an eye, leaving an angered mother and a saddened sister.

    “You didn’t have to do that, mom. It was just a dinner.”

    “It’s also two years of not knowing my own son,” Her mother sighed. “It’s nothing for you to worry about right now, darling. Why don’t you rest for now?”

    “Okay, mom. Love you, good night.” (Y/N) heard her mother respond as she drifted to sleep.

    Over in the Cullen house, a pixie-like vampire was waiting excitedly for the doctor that posed as her father. Alice Cullen had the gift of future sight, a gift she never took for granted. A couple weeks ago the young vampire had gotten a vision of a very important person that would come into Carlisle’s life. She couldn’t see this person’s face, meaning she was grouped into the beings that clouded her sight, shapeshifters and Isabella Swan. But she was able to witness a long life of beautiful moments between them and Carlisle. That morning, as Carlisle was getting ready for work, Alice noticed that the doctor had dressed in the exact clothing she had foreseen. Today was the day they would meet. On the other side of the house was a smiling Edward Cullen, the second oldest vampire in the coven. His gift allowed him to know exactly why his adopted sister was anxiously waiting for Carlisle. Those weeks ago, he had seen the vision Alice had running through her head. He had also witnessed the outfit choice of the doctor and shared the excitement the small vampire had. Edward had spent almost a century alongside the doctor and had been equally single until last year when the forever 17-year-old met Bella.

    Although to the public eye Carlisle and Esme Cullen were a couple, the reality was that neither had a mate. As Carlisle turned more young people into vampires, the pair decided that it would be easier if they presented themselves as a married couple. To others, they were a couple in their late 20s with 5 teenage, adopted children because they couldn’t have kids of their own. But the Cullen family knew how much their parental figures were really hurting, especially watching how most of them had their life partners. That’s why Carlisle threw himself into work and Esme busied herself with mindless house chores.

    On the couch sat Jasper Hale the empath, feeling slightly overwhelmed by the excited energy emanating from his mate as well as being hit by the annoyed energy emanating from his sister Rosalie. Since hearing of Alice’s vision, she couldn’t help but detest the idea of another human like Bella or even a shapeshifter joining the clan. Especially if it was a shapeshifter.

    The crunching of rocks brought to the attention of the family that the patriarch had arrived at the home. Alice perked up and sped to meet him at the door, a smile illuminating her face. Carlisle hopped off the car with a heavy sigh and grabbed his briefcase from the passenger seat. Meeting (Y/N) had drained any energy he possibly could’ve had for the rest of the night, finishing his shift seemed almost impossible. As he opened the front door he was met with a smiling Alice.

    “Hi, Carlisle, any special news you might want to share with us?”

    “Yes, Alice,” he smiled softly, rubbing his eyes. “I met her today.”

    “You did?” Esme chimed in, a smile on her lips.


    “You have to be kidding,” Edward said, shock spilling from his words.

    “What?” Alice asked.

    “She’s an Uley.”

    “Then it can’t be her.” Rosalie added. “What kind of cruel joke is it that your mate could possibly be one of them.”

    “It’s her,” said Edward. “There’s no doubt in that.”

    “Great, because we don’t have enough trouble with the human, let’s add the sister of a mutt into the mix.”

    “Rosalie, please.” Esme reprimanded the blonde. “So, how was it?”

    “Well, she came in with a mild concussion so, not great.” Carlisle started. “And the smell of her blood made me want to wreak havoc in that hospital. Also, she’s the sister of our sworn enemy.”

    “Everything is coming up Cullen, huh?” Emmett snickered, trying to alleviate the mood, but earned a warning stare from Alice.

    “But I’ve seen your future, and it’s beautiful.” Alice comforted. “You’re finally happy.”

    Those words took the centuries old man aback. He had been happy with his family but always felt something missing. He had tried for years with Esme to find that piece to fill the (time resistant) void, but it was fruitless. The pair cared for each other, but they weren’t meant to be together. Esme and Carlisle had remained friendly companions and perfect parental figures to the five teenagers that resided with them.

    “I don’t know, Alice. It just seems too complicated.” Carlisle refuted. “Don’t you think if she was really the person I was meant to be with, it would be easier?”

    “But look at Edward and Bella. He’s spent all this time alone and found his match in a human. It can work.”

    “Yeah, look how well that’s turned out,” Rosalie scoffed. Her disgust towards humans very apparent in her tone.

    “Rosalie, that’s enough, please. And Alice, if it really is meant to be as you believe, I shall let things run their course, but I won’t pursue it. Whatever happens, happens.”

    “I’m good with that,” Alice smiled and shook Carlisle’s hand. “Whatever happens, happens.”


    (Y/N) spent the next five days with the face of a man inundating her mind. Without being able to partake in her usual activities her head had slowed down enough to entertain non-work-related thoughts. The only time it seemed unoccupied was when her brain was pounding with an unbearable headache. Allison had been berating her daughter to go back to the hospital and get herself checked out. But (Y/N) was determined to make it at least to seven days.

    “Morning, mom,” (Y/N) chimed as she descended the stairs and met her mother in the kitchen. The smell of breakfast had inundated her sense and her stomach was growling before her eyes had opened.

    “Good morning, darling. How are you today?”

    “Headache’s still there. I could barely sleep last night; I don’t even remember how I made it up to my room.”

    “Honey, you really don’t remember?” She shook her head. “What about what we did before?”

    “Last thing I remember is eating dinner.” (Y/N) replied nonchalantly.

    “That worries me, darling. I’ve been reading online and those are symptoms of post-concussion syndrome, and that’s not good. I think we should take you back to the hospital.”

    “Mom, that wouldn’t apply for another two days. I think I’ll live.” (Y/N) chuckled, but seeing the worried look on her mother’s face, she stopped. “Seriously, mom, if it gets worse, I’ll go back.”


    “Cross my heart,” she smiled. “Now, I’m gonna go over to Billy’s and check out the progress on the truck. Love you.”

    “Love you too. Be careful,” Allison smiled and kissed her daughter’s head.

    The walk to the Black’s house wasn’t too far and thankfully the day wasn’t too hot. The fresh air felt good for once. (Y/N) had been kept inside the house these past days with her mother helicoptering over her all the time. She was grateful for her caring mom, but she felt suffocated. There wasn’t much she could do from her bed and that’s where she was kept most of the time. Being able to stretch her legs and move around was exactly what she needed.

    As she neared the Black household, she could hear tinkering from the open garage on the side of the residence. Her mangled truck seemed almost back to its normal state.

    “Hey, Jake.”

    “(Y/N)!” The long-haired boy peeked his head from under the hood of the truck and went to give his friend a hug. “How’re you feeling?”

    “Eh, could be better. You know, could do without the constant headache but it’ll pass.” She smiled. “How ‘bout you? This thing looks almost as it did before!”

    “Yeah, it’s almost done. Thankfully, it wasn’t too mangled, been working on it nonstop so you can have it back.”

    “Jake, oh my gosh, have you even had time to rest?”

    “Who needs rest, right?” He laughed. “It looks like you might though.”

    (Y/N) had gone slightly pale, her vision blurring at the edges. “Can you get me some water, Jake?”

    “Yeah, of course. Sit,” he motioned to the stool that rested against the garage wall. “I’ll be right back.”

    Jake jogged quickly towards his house to retrieve water as (Y/N) sat. She felt short of breath and the room was spinning slowly. She could hear Jake’s footsteps from far away even though he was nearer than she thought. He was by her side in a matter of seconds holding a water bottle to her pale lips.

    “I already called your mom. You’re going to the hospital.” (Y/N) shook her head not wanting to go back until day seven. “This isn’t a negotiation, (Y/N). You’re going.”

    The girl tried to speak up but felt herself feeling like she was floating. She was sure Jake was still speaking and she was responding. But, on one of her blinks, she succumbed to darkness once again.


    Tag list: @daniallh @catchmeupimgettingoutofhere @jessicas-underground

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  • mayathepsychic1999
    14.04.2021 - 2 days ago


    Book v.s movie

    Bella why

    “Stupid, shiny Volvo owner.”

    New moon (so far)



    Just me?


    Breaking dawn

    I hate everything

    Should I?

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  • incorrectwolfpack
    14.04.2021 - 3 days ago

    Jake: god, I hate rich white people

    Paul: I don’t, please donate to my paypal

    #idk why this is Paul but it is #no prizes for who they’re talking about #twilight#wolf pack#jacob black#paul lahote
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