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PSA - Blog w Sexual Content Containing Minors

This is a callout post. Please reblog.

TW Mentions of Child Sexual Abuse, Child Abuse, Minor Sexual Content. But PLEASE read if you can.

The more I think about it, the sicker I feel that there were people in my DMs that think it's okay to write about Eddie Munson molesting a 4 year old. Not just think it's okay but actively, publicly liking that kind of content.

I reported and blocked the post and the blog owner from every blog I own but something still wasn't sitting right with me. The original post is gone but the blog is still there.

I didn't give the url in my previous post because this person is a minor and I didn't want them to be harassed, no matter how vile and disgusting their content is. But upon seeing that there was more disgusting content from this user, in my quest to block every single person that's interacted with them, I've reconsidered.

I still don't condone the harassment of another user. But I strongly encourage everyone that is able to report their (ickybatz) posts and blog. I see that they've said they "don't condone the sexualization of a minor" but in openly imagining the reader in the fic to be SEVEN TO EIGHT YEARS OLD and encouraging the people interacting with the post to imagine her as ANY AGE they are doing just that.

I vomited in my mouth a little at the "twins fr" comment. Just to be clear, incase you haven't been following. THE COMMENTS BELOW ARE DISCUSSING THE READER IN A SMUT FICTION TO BE SIX TO EIGHT YEARS OLD. They aren't making cute lil jokes.

This person is posting their content on the "ickybatz" tumblr.

There are 178 notes on that post! Some of the people in the notes are FOURTY years old. There are Eddie Munson and Joseph Quinn blogs in the notes of that post, liking this content. I hope they're fucking ashamed of themselves.

I am actually legitimately sad about some of the people I had to block. I also have no interest in fandom discourse. But protecting children from predators is a hill I'm willing to die on. A hill I am most certainly willing to give up this blog for.

Lastly as this person is a minor and I am an adult that does not interact with minors online, I just wanted to say that their post was sent to me by a concerned friend. I did not seek it out or find it organically by scrolling through their content.

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Colors in the Dark | b.b. | Part Two

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: It’s been years since it was revealed that Bucky has a soulmate. And while he doesn’t remember anything about them, he hopes to see them again one day.

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Surprisingly fluff

A/N: Just a quick tale of reunion, since a few people were wondering if Bucky would ever meet his soulmate again. I’m not sure if anyone will read this but i wrote it in less than a day and had fun, so i hope someone does. Enjoy :)

Part One | Masterlist

“I had a soulmate once.”

The scratching of the pen on paper came to a halt. 

“Everyone has a soulmate,” she explained as-a-matter-of-factually. Bucky huffed.

“I know that,” he said, annoyed. “I mean, I met mine once.” Dr. Raynor laid her pen down on the pad on her desk, her attention now fully on Bucky.

“Back before the war?” She asked. He let out a humorless laugh as he shook his head.

“You would think. No, it was actually the same day I ran into Steve. As the…” He waved his hand. “Soldier.” He didn’t like saying the name. The Winter Soldier. It made him feel some type of way. He tried to brush off that feeling as he looked back at his therapist. “I have vague memories of it sometimes. Seeing in color.” Dr. Raynor’s eyebrows furrowed together.

“But you don’t see color now?”

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Black Swan // Wolf Pack Reactions.

A/N: How would the members of the pack react to imprinting on Bella’s twin sister, who happens to be her polar opposite?

@paullahotes post has a choke hold on me, I swear, because I started imagining this Odette (Bella) and Odile (Y/N) story, two sisters who have nothing in common but the world they’ve been pulled into. Bella is clumsy, quiet, and hides within herself where as Reader is a ballet dancer who is fiery and passionate. I’m thinking that this takes place during the events of Eclipse?? I think I love the whole Bella’s sister trope because of my love hate relationship with her character. There’s a lot a like about her and a lot more that I don’t like, her attitude towards other women is a part of that. You know, you just KNOW, she’d be acting like that with her sister.

Bella: ugh, I’m not like other girls!

Y/N: what’s wrong with other girls?

And this is just the first little bit, tell me if you want more!

Should I do a vamp version of this for my other blog? Some of the nomads/Cullens becoming Black Swan! Y/N’s mate?? Because Bella would be pressed about Y/N being an imprint but I’d bet she’d be PISSED as a hell if she ended up being a vampire and having her own little love story lmao.

Pairings: Paul Lahote x Y/N Swan; Embry Call x Y/N Swan; Jacob Black x Y/N Swan.

Song: Swan Lake by Tchaikovsky.

Despite being twins, it was clear from all who knew that you and your sister Bella had little in common with one another.

You were different yet meant to be together, two halves of the same whole. Like night and day, your mother often said.

Fire and ice, thorn and rose, earth and sea.

Bella was the dark and lonely night, soft and silent, whereas you were the burning sun, bright and passionate. She was always quiet and folded into herself and mothered you too much, you were loud and always running off to chase a new adventure or dreaming the day away. When your mother put the both of you into ballet, Bella’s clumsiness kept her away from the stage. You blossomed as a dancer, as graceful as a swan should be.

Like Odette and Odile, sister swans.

But you loved one another none the less, tied to each other in a way only sisters could be.

Forks was another difference. You loved it there, always had, believing that there was magic in the tree and beauty in the rainfall. You had even begged to visit Charlie more then once a year, going alone if you had too. Bella, too much like your mother, hated it there and stopped coming...but when she was the one who suggested moving to the small town, you jumped at the chance.

A part of you had hoped that you and Bella would grow closer here but it was not to be.

Bella quickly fell in love with Edward Cullen and into her own little world, one where you were not wanted.

She loved you, yes, and you loved her...but the space between you seemed to deepen here, Bella in her world and you in your own. So you through yourself into dancing, as you always had. There was a dance studio in Port Angles that you took to quickly, practicing in the basement of your home (Charlie had turned it into a small studio of your own, ignoring the boxes of Christmas decorations in the far corner and the cobwebs). It seemed that with every day, Bella pushed you further and further away.

So you danced and you dreamed.

And in between, you tried to be a part of your sister’s world, even if she did wish for you to be. When Edward left her, you’d grown closer...for a time. Bella had clung to you the way she had when you were children and you’d thought that, perhaps, things were going to be different. But when he returned to Forks, she left again.

So you danced and you dreamed a little more.

Bella had changed a little more overtime, suddenly softer towards you. It was, you thought, the nostalgia of the past and the uncertainty of the future.

She was watching you dance again, sometimes in the basement (and she even danced a little with you, laughing as you tumbled together). She and Edward even attended a performance of yours, Romeo and Juliet. She’d brought you roses and, walking out with you hand in hand as you and Edward bickered about Shakespeare. And when she invited you to La Push, you were more then happy to join her. Rarely did you and Bella mingle with each other’s friend groups but you were happy to see Jacob, it had been quite a long time…

Paul Lahote was the might have been the most beautiful man you’d ever seen...at least he was until he opened his damned mouth.

The sun had set by the then, the last rays of light dying over the ocean, and the group gathered around the bonfire was small. Just Jacob and two of his friends, the others had not yet come. Ignoring the unspoken tension, you talked a while with them. But feeling rather unwanted, you’d slipped away to walk along the beach alone.

So had he.

Expecting to be alone, the heavy footfalls upon sand stole your attention as you looked up and saw him for the first time, a man with a crooked grin and dark, lovely eyes. And he saw you, his world stopping in a single second.

For a moment, you stared at one another and you thought him beautiful...until he ruined it all in an instant.

“Fucking hell...her? Why her?”

He’d said it louder then he’d meant to, seeing the anger flash in your eyes at once. And it wasn’t long before your bickering grew loud enough to steal the attention of the others, Bella running towards you as Paul began to shake with rage. Suddenly everyone was yelling and talking about imprints and leech lovers and telling Paul to calm down, Bella taking you by the hand and pulling you away.

She was angry but would not tell you why, simply saying that she regretted bringing you there at all and refusing to explain what she meant.

But that night, as you lay in bed unable to sleep, you obsessed over it. Why had be been so angry? What could you have done to him already? Paul Lahote didn’t know you from Eve and yet he acted as though you had wronged him...as though you were wrong in some horrible, unforgivable way and nobody would tell you why. Hiding your face in your pillow, you tried desperately not to think of it, wondering why you even cared so much to begin with.

And then you heard it.

A clamoring on the roof, some sharp voice quietly swearing as someone grasped at your bedroom window (which, unlike your sister, you kept safely locked at all times).

“Y/N!” came a sharp whisper. “We need to talk.”

Paul. You were going to ignore him, you decided. You were going to close your eyes and pretend to be asleep until he went away and, if he didn’t, you were going to scream for Charlie.

“Please, Y/N...”

Damn it, you were weak.! And now you were creeping out of bed and opening the window to quickly that it surprised him, Paul nearly losing his footing on the roof. A stirring in the next room stole your attention, Bella and Edward clearly aware of your late night visitor. Well, you thought, you’d kept her secret and she could keep yours.

“What do you want?” you snapped. “What’s your problem, Paul? Because if you think for a second that I’m just going to-”

“I want to explain it, all of it.”

“Maybe I don’t want to listen –“

He kissed you.

It was quick and soft, just a kiss stolen from the corner of your lips. But it was enough to make your heart beat wildly, fire burning in your veins as Paul looked at you, a hand cupping your cheek. He wasn’t angry anymore, not truly...just conflicted somehow. His eyes flickered towards your bedroom window, glaring before looking back towards you softly.

“Now...isn’t a good time. But tomorrow,” he whispered. “I’ll come get you tomorrow and I’ll tell you everything.”

And then he was gone and you were laying in bed, finger tip pressed gently to the place he’d kissed you. You didn’t know what was happening but, for someone reason, you didn’t care...as long as Paul was a part of it, you would be too.

You’d follow that man to the ends of the earth if it meant he’d kiss you.

Embry Call was quiet yet there was something about him...something you could not quite explain. You’d noticed him before in your many visits to see Charlie but he was quiet and shy, hiding within his own world and you hadn’t expected anything else of him.

But you had a better time then you thought you would, laughing with Bella’s friends and taking Quil’s good twin, evil twin jokes with a smile.

Emily, you learned, had always loved ballet but had never gotten the chance to take a class. You happily took her hand and taught her beginner moves in the sand, laughing together. You didn’t even hear him coming, too busy laughing as you danced with Emily. But he heard you, your laugh reminding him of music as he turned to look at the stranger he’d never seen before.

Eyes came together in one brief moment, his as dark and lovely as the new moon, and everything else followed in suit.

A smile grew slowly across his face, Jacob and Quil catching his eye and grinning too.

They knew at once, they all knew, watching as Embry came forward in wonder. You stumbled for a second, so stunned by his beauty and the beating of your own heart that you forgot yourself...but he caught you easily, arms around your waist as you’d danced it a thousand times.

Jacob whispered to Bella, a flash of confusion coming across her face as she questioned him quickly.

“What do you mean?”

Barely noticing their bickering, you looked at Embry as he tried to come up with something, anything to say to you...something charming, he thought, something beautiful. But how can you put the most amazing experience into words? How can you tell someone that they are the center of your universe, the reason you breath and blink and be. But the argument grew louder, something about too much danger and not wanting this for you, and suddenly she moved forward, taking your hand and insisting that you needed to go.

But she never asked you.

It was always like that with Bella, she just decided and expected you to follow along...never did she ask you what you wanted, what you felt, what you dreamed of and hoped for.

Never.

And as she pulled you away, you looked back as Embry and smiled, now knowing exactly what you wanted, those dark eyes burning into your own with a fire. Embry...you wanted nothing else but him. And nothing was going to keep you from him, not even your sister. As you lay in bed that night, pretending not to hear the hurried discussion in the room across from your own, your cell phone suddenly buzzed to life.

“Meet me tomorrow? I want to tell you something.”

“It’s Embry, by the way. Jake gave me your number.”

Smiling, you quickly replied which soon turned into the two of you texting well into the night, talking about everything and anything until you fell asleep.

That was the first night you dreamed of him.

You had always loved Jacob Black a little bit, which is why you so rarely saw him anymore. At some point, it had become too painful to bare being with him. Only an idiot could ignore the fact that he was in love with you sister and, not being much of a masochist, you began to hide away from him.

His feelings were known but your own remained quietly hidden, a secret not even your sister would know.

But you could do it, you promised yourself, just for tonight.

Bella had wanted you to come and, being so rarely allowed into her world, you wanted to be there. So you would be. And then you’d never have to see him again, quietly returning to your dancing and dreaming and loving him from afar. The bonfire burned as you laughed with the others, allowing the night to drift away slowly. Sitting alongside your sister, her in your white eyelet sweater and you in her black hoodie (the only stereotypical sister thing you ever did with one another, stealing each other’s clothes), you wondered where Jacob was until you heard his voice breaking through the night.

“Bella!”

Of course he called for her...and perhaps you should have ignored it, pretending like he wasn’t there. But you couldn’t, wanting only to see him, and you looked over your shoulder as he ran across the beach.

Once more you were stunned by his beauty, thinking of Romeo and Prince Siegfried.

But for the first time in forever he didn’t ignore you, looking right at you in shock as though he were seeing you for the first time.

“Jacob?” you said softly.

He was shaking, eyes wide and lip trembling.

The laughter stopped. The whole damn world stopped as something stirred within your soul, begging you to go to him, to comfort him. But before you could move, Sam had taken a hold of you and pulled you back, shouting something you couldn't hear over the roar of your own heart. And then Jacob was gone. A sudden scream ripped through the air, morphing quickly into a heartbroken, low howl, as the boy you loved became something else entirely.

Wolf...he became a wolf.

And then the beast was gone too, running into the darkness.

The silence broke into chaos, everyone clamoring about Jacob and imprinting and you...and Bella. Always Bella. She was furious with you and you didn’t know why, your sister storming away without so much as a word, and in the end you were left alone.

No one noticed as you stood there, everyone scattered to the wind as you tried to make sense of it all.

And no one noticed as you walked home alone in the darkness, finally leaving behind the reservation as you crossed the border between La Push and the long road ahead.

Bella, you’d later learned, had though one of the pack would take you home and they’d thought the same. And the beast in the dark thought you easy prey, red eyes lingering upon you as it crept out of the woods. You smelled sweet, it thought, as sweet as your sister as just as soft...and it’s creator certain wouldn’t mind if it stopped for a quick meal. Suddenly frighted of something, you turned and looked into the darkness.

From the shadow of the trees, the hunter stepped out into the moonlight, smiling at you sweetly.

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I'm still interested🥺😅😄🙈

I have the rest of it all planned out already and a two week winter break coming up! So we’ll see…

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Pairing: Paul Lahote/Fem!OC

Summary:  Incalescent- (adj.) - growing hotter or more ardent; set ablaze

Warnings: slow burn, angst

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five 

Chapter Six- posted on August 7th, 2022

Chapter Seven - posted on August 21st, 2022

Chapter Eight - in progress :)

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Is anyone still interested in my fic or nah!

I’m done with college so I have the time to write again if anyone wants it!

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fuck it what's everyone's 69th song on their spotify wrapped?

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80-90!!!

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If 17 hasn’t been requested I’d like to see that one!

17. Don’t Blame Me by Taylor Swift

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97 and 31!

97. Way Out by Jack Harlow

31. Grande Amore by Il Volo

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spotify wrapped is HERE! send me a number 1-100 and i'll tell you the song it corresponds with on my top 100 playlist!

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Iran: protests against women being killed because of the hijab law

Pakistan: floods causing mass displacement and humanitarian crisis

Puerto Rico: no drinking water due to catastrophic hurricane

every news station for the past few weeks: THE QUEEN IS DEAD

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Black Swan // Wolf Pack Reactions.

A/N: How would the members of the pack react to imprinting on Bella’s twin sister, who happens to be her polar opposite?

@paullahotes post has a choke hold on me, I swear, because I started imagining this Odette (Bella) and Odile (Y/N) story, two sisters who have nothing in common but the world they’ve been pulled into. Bella is clumsy, quiet, and hides within herself where as Reader is a ballet dancer who is fiery and passionate. I’m thinking that this takes place during the events of Eclipse?? I think I love the whole Bella’s sister trope because of my love hate relationship with her character. There’s a lot a like about her and a lot more that I don’t like, her attitude towards other women is a part of that. You know, you just KNOW, she’d be acting like that with her sister.

Bella: ugh, I’m not like other girls!

Y/N: what’s wrong with other girls?

And this is just the first little bit, tell me if you want more!

Should I do a vamp version of this for my other blog? Some of the nomads/Cullens becoming Black Swan! Y/N’s mate?? Because Bella would be pressed about Y/N being an imprint but I’d bet she’d be PISSED as a hell if she ended up being a vampire and having her own little love story lmao.

Pairings: Paul Lahote x Y/N Swan; Embry Call x Y/N Swan; Jacob Black x Y/N Swan.

Song: Swan Lake by Tchaikovsky.

Despite being twins, it was clear from all who knew that you and your sister Bella had little in common with one another.

You were different yet meant to be together, two halves of the same whole. Like night and day, your mother often said.

Fire and ice, thorn and rose, earth and sea.

Bella was the dark and lonely night, soft and silent, whereas you were the burning sun, bright and passionate. She was always quiet and folded into herself and mothered you too much, you were loud and always running off to chase a new adventure or dreaming the day away. When your mother put the both of you into ballet, Bella’s clumsiness kept her away from the stage. You blossomed as a dancer, as graceful as a swan should be.

Like Odette and Odile, sister swans.

But you loved one another none the less, tied to each other in a way only sisters could be.

Forks was another difference. You loved it there, always had, believing that there was magic in the tree and beauty in the rainfall. You had even begged to visit Charlie more then once a year, going alone if you had too. Bella, too much like your mother, hated it there and stopped coming...but when she was the one who suggested moving to the small town, you jumped at the chance.

A part of you had hoped that you and Bella would grow closer here but it was not to be.

Bella quickly fell in love with Edward Cullen and into her own little world, one where you were not wanted.

She loved you, yes, and you loved her...but the space between you seemed to deepen here, Bella in her world and you in your own. So you through yourself into dancing, as you always had. There was a dance studio in Port Angles that you took to quickly, practicing in the basement of your home (Charlie had turned it into a small studio of your own, ignoring the boxes of Christmas decorations in the far corner and the cobwebs). It seemed that with every day, Bella pushed you further and further away.

So you danced and you dreamed.

And in between, you tried to be a part of your sister’s world, even if she did wish for you to be. When Edward left her, you’d grown closer...for a time. Bella had clung to you the way she had when you were children and you’d thought that, perhaps, things were going to be different. But when he returned to Forks, she left again.

So you danced and you dreamed a little more.

Bella had changed a little more overtime, suddenly softer towards you. It was, you thought, the nostalgia of the past and the uncertainty of the future.

She was watching you dance again, sometimes in the basement (and she even danced a little with you, laughing as you tumbled together). She and Edward even attended a performance of yours, Romeo and Juliet. She’d brought you roses and, walking out with you hand in hand as you and Edward bickered about Shakespeare. And when she invited you to La Push, you were more then happy to join her. Rarely did you and Bella mingle with each other’s friend groups but you were happy to see Jacob, it had been quite a long time…

Paul Lahote was the might have been the most beautiful man you’d ever seen...at least he was until he opened his damned mouth.

The sun had set by the then, the last rays of light dying over the ocean, and the group gathered around the bonfire was small. Just Jacob and two of his friends, the others had not yet come. Ignoring the unspoken tension, you talked a while with them. But feeling rather unwanted, you’d slipped away to walk along the beach alone.

So had he.

Expecting to be alone, the heavy footfalls upon sand stole your attention as you looked up and saw him for the first time, a man with a crooked grin and dark, lovely eyes. And he saw you, his world stopping in a single second.

For a moment, you stared at one another and you thought him beautiful...until he ruined it all in an instant.

“Fucking hell...her? Why her?”

He’d said it louder then he’d meant to, seeing the anger flash in your eyes at once. And it wasn’t long before your bickering grew loud enough to steal the attention of the others, Bella running towards you as Paul began to shake with rage. Suddenly everyone was yelling and talking about imprints and leech lovers and telling Paul to calm down, Bella taking you by the hand and pulling you away.

She was angry but would not tell you why, simply saying that she regretted bringing you there at all and refusing to explain what she meant.

But that night, as you lay in bed unable to sleep, you obsessed over it. Why had be been so angry? What could you have done to him already? Paul Lahote didn’t know you from Eve and yet he acted as though you had wronged him...as though you were wrong in some horrible, unforgivable way and nobody would tell you why. Hiding your face in your pillow, you tried desperately not to think of it, wondering why you even cared so much to begin with.

And then you heard it.

A clamoring on the roof, some sharp voice quietly swearing as someone grasped at your bedroom window (which, unlike your sister, you kept safely locked at all times).

“Y/N!” came a sharp whisper. “We need to talk.”

Paul. You were going to ignore him, you decided. You were going to close your eyes and pretend to be asleep until he went away and, if he didn’t, you were going to scream for Charlie.

“Please, Y/N...”

Damn it, you were weak.! And now you were creeping out of bed and opening the window to quickly that it surprised him, Paul nearly losing his footing on the roof. A stirring in the next room stole your attention, Bella and Edward clearly aware of your late night visitor. Well, you thought, you’d kept her secret and she could keep yours.

“What do you want?” you snapped. “What’s your problem, Paul? Because if you think for a second that I’m just going to-”

“I want to explain it, all of it.”

“Maybe I don’t want to listen –“

He kissed you.

It was quick and soft, just a kiss stolen from the corner of your lips. But it was enough to make your heart beat wildly, fire burning in your veins as Paul looked at you, a hand cupping your cheek. He wasn’t angry anymore, not truly...just conflicted somehow. His eyes flickered towards your bedroom window, glaring before looking back towards you softly.

“Now...isn’t a good time. But tomorrow,” he whispered. “I’ll come get you tomorrow and I’ll tell you everything.”

And then he was gone and you were laying in bed, finger tip pressed gently to the place he’d kissed you. You didn’t know what was happening but, for someone reason, you didn’t care...as long as Paul was a part of it, you would be too.

You’d follow that man to the ends of the earth if it meant he’d kiss you.

Embry Call was quiet yet there was something about him...something you could not quite explain. You’d noticed him before in your many visits to see Charlie but he was quiet and shy, hiding within his own world and you hadn’t expected anything else of him.

But you had a better time then you thought you would, laughing with Bella’s friends and taking Quil’s good twin, evil twin jokes with a smile.

Emily, you learned, had always loved ballet but had never gotten the chance to take a class. You happily took her hand and taught her beginner moves in the sand, laughing together. You didn’t even hear him coming, too busy laughing as you danced with Emily. But he heard you, your laugh reminding him of music as he turned to look at the stranger he’d never seen before.

Eyes came together in one brief moment, his as dark and lovely as the new moon, and everything else followed in suit.

A smile grew slowly across his face, Jacob and Quil catching his eye and grinning too.

They knew at once, they all knew, watching as Embry came forward in wonder. You stumbled for a second, so stunned by his beauty and the beating of your own heart that you forgot yourself...but he caught you easily, arms around your waist as you’d danced it a thousand times.

Jacob whispered to Bella, a flash of confusion coming across her face as she questioned him quickly.

“What do you mean?”

Barely noticing their bickering, you looked at Embry as he tried to come up with something, anything to say to you...something charming, he thought, something beautiful. But how can you put the most amazing experience into words? How can you tell someone that they are the center of your universe, the reason you breath and blink and be. But the argument grew louder, something about too much danger and not wanting this for you, and suddenly she moved forward, taking your hand and insisting that you needed to go.

But she never asked you.

It was always like that with Bella, she just decided and expected you to follow along...never did she ask you what you wanted, what you felt, what you dreamed of and hoped for.

Never.

And as she pulled you away, you looked back as Embry and smiled, now knowing exactly what you wanted, those dark eyes burning into your own with a fire. Embry...you wanted nothing else but him. And nothing was going to keep you from him, not even your sister. As you lay in bed that night, pretending not to hear the hurried discussion in the room across from your own, your cell phone suddenly buzzed to life.

“Meet me tomorrow? I want to tell you something.”

“It’s Embry, by the way. Jake gave me your number.”

Smiling, you quickly replied which soon turned into the two of you texting well into the night, talking about everything and anything until you fell asleep.

That was the first night you dreamed of him.

You had always loved Jacob Black a little bit, which is why you so rarely saw him anymore. At some point, it had become too painful to bare being with him. Only an idiot could ignore the fact that he was in love with you sister and, not being much of a masochist, you began to hide away from him.

His feelings were known but your own remained quietly hidden, a secret not even your sister would know.

But you could do it, you promised yourself, just for tonight.

Bella had wanted you to come and, being so rarely allowed into her world, you wanted to be there. So you would be. And then you’d never have to see him again, quietly returning to your dancing and dreaming and loving him from afar. The bonfire burned as you laughed with the others, allowing the night to drift away slowly. Sitting alongside your sister, her in your white eyelet sweater and you in her black hoodie (the only stereotypical sister thing you ever did with one another, stealing each other’s clothes), you wondered where Jacob was until you heard his voice breaking through the night.

“Bella!”

Of course he called for her...and perhaps you should have ignored it, pretending like he wasn’t there. But you couldn’t, wanting only to see him, and you looked over your shoulder as he ran across the beach.

Once more you were stunned by his beauty, thinking of Romeo and Prince Siegfried.

But for the first time in forever he didn’t ignore you, looking right at you in shock as though he were seeing you for the first time.

“Jacob?” you said softly.

He was shaking, eyes wide and lip trembling.

The laughter stopped. The whole damn world stopped as something stirred within your soul, begging you to go to him, to comfort him. But before you could move, Sam had taken a hold of you and pulled you back, shouting something you couldn't hear over the roar of your own heart. And then Jacob was gone. A sudden scream ripped through the air, morphing quickly into a heartbroken, low howl, as the boy you loved became something else entirely.

Wolf...he became a wolf.

And then the beast was gone too, running into the darkness.

The silence broke into chaos, everyone clamoring about Jacob and imprinting and you...and Bella. Always Bella. She was furious with you and you didn’t know why, your sister storming away without so much as a word, and in the end you were left alone.

No one noticed as you stood there, everyone scattered to the wind as you tried to make sense of it all.

And no one noticed as you walked home alone in the darkness, finally leaving behind the reservation as you crossed the border between La Push and the long road ahead.

Bella, you’d later learned, had though one of the pack would take you home and they’d thought the same. And the beast in the dark thought you easy prey, red eyes lingering upon you as it crept out of the woods. You smelled sweet, it thought, as sweet as your sister as just as soft...and it’s creator certain wouldn’t mind if it stopped for a quick meal. Suddenly frighted of something, you turned and looked into the darkness.

From the shadow of the trees, the hunter stepped out into the moonlight, smiling at you sweetly.

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The Evermore Grimoire: Powers

Atmokinesis is the power to sense, channel, shape, create and manipulate the weather. This includes the meteorological patterns of being able to create rain, wind, hail, lightning, snow, sleet, fog and even temperature changes. They can also generate various natural phenomena and control the intensity of the weather in highly concentrated or vastly extended areas. However those that wield this power must be able to control their emotions, otherwise they risk creating cataclysmic weather events.

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This is SO ❤️😍

Closer // Leah Clearwater x Reader.

A/N: @paullahotes post about Y/N being Bella’s little sister and Leah’s imprint has got me feeling some kind of way and I NEEDED to write this (because I love my wife and she needs a happy ending).

Side note, I'm just imagining Leah and Edward sneaking out of the Swan house at the same time and glaring at each other. He calls her a dog, she calls him a cunt.

Pairing: Leah Clearwater x Y/N Swan (female).

You weren’t freaked out your mom remarried and sent you and Bells packing to Forks. Whereas Bella had been despondent, you’d been elated, hoping to finally breathe on your own. For years you’d been wanting to live with Charlie (but you didn’t want to leave Bella behind), Forks feeling more like home to you.

Arizona was sweltering, the sun cruel and the heat smothering.

But Forks, with it’s forests and gray skies and sweet rainfall, was kinder...softer. The bedroom Charlie had added for you downstairs was painted in your favorite color, glowing stars stuck to the ceiling and music filling the room.

You weren’t freaked out when you’re sister started dating the resident weirdo, hell, you weren’t even surprised.

If anyone was going to join a creepy cult, it would certainly be Bella. In truth, you weren’t fond of the Cullens, finding them far too strange but knowing better to say it in front of Charlie or Bella. But she was happy, truly happy for the first time, and blossoming into her first love...so as weird as Edward was, you were happy for her, spending more time with Charlie and pretending that Cullen wasn’t sneaking into your sister’s bedroom (and when you teased her for it, Bella chased you clear out of the house, laughing all the while).

But when that weirdo broke your sister’s heart and just left her heart desolate?

That was when you started to freak out.

Because you’d never seen Bella like this, not ever. For those first few months, she was just...gone. Standing right in front of you but somewhere far away and just...cold. Empty. And you were scared for your sister, not knowing how to fix the hurt inside of her..not knowing if she’d ever come back. That was the thing about heartbreak, you thought.

Sometimes there was no fixing it, only learning how to live with the hurt.

You knew that well enough.

So when Jacob came into her life, like sunlight finally breaking through the storm clouds, it was such a relief to you.

Bella wasn’t totally Bella but she was getting there, slowly coming back to life day by day. She was smiling again, running off with Jacob any chance she got and coming home lighter and happier. You saw it in her eyes and her smile, the way she seemed lighter when Jacob was with her. He was in love with her, that much you knew (everyone knew it, the secret painted on his face for all to see), and she loved him too...just not the way she loved Edward. You knew. You knew your sister better then she realized, too caught up in her own world to see how much you knew her and loved her.

All you wanted was for Bella to be happy.

But sometimes you wondered if she wanted the same for you, always either mothering you (you couldn’t blame her for that, knowing Renee’s immaturity had forced her into raising you) or pushing you out of her life.

“I just want you to be safe,” she had once said. “Safe and simple...like Charlie.”

What that meant, you didn’t know.

But when you’re sister nearly died and Edward came back, something changed again. Jacob was angry and hurting and fighting for her and Bella was back into her own world, too in love with Edward to care about anything else.

There were simply some parts of her life Bella kept close, like the Cullens (which you didn’t mind, considering you hated Edward’s guts and never forgave him for what he did to her), and some parts she was willing to share. Tonight she was sharing, taking you down to the reservation with her. With graduation growing closer, Bella had been spending more time with you. There was a sadness to her smile and something said in the quiet...something she wouldn’t tell you. Something about leaving. Sometimes she acted like she wasn’t ever coming back and you didn’t understand it. But you didn’t care right now, walking across the beach with her and Jacob.

“Seth!”

Looking back, you saw Seth Clearwater running across the beach, smiling as always. And not far behind him was...Leah.

You didn’t see much of her, not anymore.

But even when you had, neither of you had paid too much to the other, too lost in your own worlds to notice. Eyes on the ocean, she wasn’t paying too much attention as she walked forward, ignoring Seth and Jacob’s chattering. It wasn’t until she pulled her dark eyes away from the horizon and looked at you that something changed within you, within her too. She stopped suddenly in front of you, eyes wide and hands shaking.

It was as though you were seeing each other for the first time.

You didn’t hear them anymore.

Bella and Jacob’s confused voices became nothing more then distant murmurs, smothered beneath the beat of your wild heart. All you could focus on was Leah’s bewildered eyes and long, dark hair that danced in the wind and smelled of evergreen and mint.

“Y/N...”

She said your name like magic and you were lost forever.

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Bella, of course, was pissed.

Perhaps it was because she was worried about you now that you were involved with the strangeness of this world...perhaps she simply hadn’t wanted to share it with you to begin with.

But you were here now and you weren’t going anywhere and she’d been keeping all kinds of secrets, though you didn’t care too much about that. Let Bella play blood sucker if she wanted, you’d much rather run with the wolves. You and Leah came together so perfectly, too lonely souls clinging to one another. That day, the day you found each other, Bella had hurried you home and refused to talk about why everyone was freaking out. But Leah had come to you that night, sneaking through your bedroom window and staying up with you all night long.

She told you everything, what she was (so, werewolves were a thing and that was a fun surprise) and what the Cullens were (somehow them being vampires wasn’t all too shocking), and what you were too:

An imprint, a soulmate. Her soulmate.

She said it and your heart swelled, sensing the truth in it. She could be anything for you, Leah promised, a friend or protector or lover. But all you wanted for her to be was here with you and she was. Leah found her place in your heart and she stayed, telling you everything she’d been through. The pain, the confusion, the heartbreak of it all. And for the first time you were baring your soul to somebody, telling Leah the things you’d never spoken aloud before.

It was perfect.

Leah didn’t scold you or push you away, no, never.

Instead she kept you close and lifted you higher. She walked with her hand in hers and kissed your forehead and hands and just...loved you with everything she had. When she learned that you’d never explored the woods (Bella insisted on you staying out of the woods and Charlie had backed her up, especially when people started vanishing), she took you out there at once to show you all of the beautiful things.

“Besides,” she stated so confidently. “nothing can hurt you anymore. Not with me.”

The pack, affected by Leah’s happiness, welcomed you with open arms. Seth and his mother made you a place in their home and a plate at their table. The other imprints took you into their little club, baking with you and watching movies together.

With war on the horizon, Leah wanted you close and safe.

Most nights were spent with her slipping through your bedroom window and into your bed to whisper to one another and steal kisses (Charlie would eventually catch you both before Leah could sneak away early one morning, grinning to himself and mumbling about owing Billy ten bucks) but when she couldn’t be there, you spent the night in the Clearwater’s home or at Emily’s, huddled up with with Rachel and Kim and waiting for her to come home to you.

She always came with a smile like the sun, bright and sweet, running towards you and pulling you into her arms once again.

But tonight there was no war.

There was no violence, no fear for the future, at least not for now.

There was only laughter as the bonfire bloomed in the night, flames crackling softly and the pack taking turns telling stories. Wrapped in Leah’s hoodie, you sat in the sand, nestled between her legs. Fingers traced swirls across warm skin as you rested against her knee, noticing for the first time the freckles flecked across her kneecaps.

How could someone be so perfect, you wondered?

Kissing her knee with gentle lips, you smiled as you closed your eyes and held on tight. Warm hands graced your shoulders, pulling you closer still and playing with your hair.

Her touch was soft and warm and you were falling into it once again, feeling safe with her. Life had become so strange and you were not sure what to make of it anymore, unsure of what would become of your world and your sister.

But that didn’t matter tonight.

Tonight you were safe and you were in love.

Leah looked at you in wondered, heart thumping joyously in her chest. All of her life, Leah had been told how beautiful she was but you? You were so much more lovely, the most beautiful thing to ever exist and you were hers!

How could someone be so perfect, she wondered?

After so much pain and confusion and hurt, Leah could barely believe that her happiness was real, that this love was true.

But it was, it was true and so were you, Leah holding on tight just to make certain of it.

Fingers tugged softly on the curls that had escaped the hair she’d so carefully braided for you early that morning. Soon, you’d be home and she’ll be holding you closer, drifting off into dreams alongside you...but for now Leah presses a kiss to your head and thanks the sun and the stars for her happiness.

This must be happily ever after.