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Hat Thief - Micah Bell x Morgan!Reader

Summary: Reader and Micah have a moment together and it leaves Micah dumbfounded, which is weird because nobody likes Micah. Why would anybody flirt with that creep?

Word count: 485

Warnings / Tags: morgan!reader

A/N: just a short little drabble to satiate my micah brainrot :)

It was another sunny day at Shady Belle. Most of the gang was hanging around camp, taking a lazy day off from running around and working all the time. It was well deserved too, most of them have been working too hard lately.

I love walking around camp, exploring the surrounding swamp, seeing what the other gang members are doing, and just enjoying nature. Wandering around the big house, I noticed a shadow against a tree near the water’s edge. I know exactly who that is…

Coming closer, the voices around the fire faded in the distance. I turned around the tree to see Micah Bell, leaning against it, sharpening his knife. He only spared me a momentary glance before focusing back on his knife.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Bell.” I spoke up, watching the way his hand gripped his knife, and how his blond hair fluttered in the breeze.

“Morgan.”

“You know,” I started, slightly turning to look out at the water. “I also enjoy spending time away from those idiots.”

Micah scoffed and stopped sharpening his knife, looking up at me. He used his knife to tip up his hat, looking into my eyes.

“You are one of those idiots, Morgan,” Micah smirked.

“I don’t think I’m the idiot here, Mr. Bell. All due respect.” I brushed off his insult, used to his antics. As he scoffed, brushing off mine, all too used to my idiocy too. He looked down, and focused back on his knife, ignoring me, chuckling to himself. This back and forth was our normal relationship, constant insults and gabs back and forth, ever since we met.

I turned and moved right in front of him, leaving only a little bit of respectable room between our bodies. Moving my hand slowly, I reached up and grabbed his signature large hat off his head. Before he could do or say anything, I put it on my own head. Micah halted all movements and looked up at me.

“Now… Micah…” I started, trying to hide my smile as his eyes widened, and looked very confused. I tried to keep playing it cool and calm, but I couldn’t help but let my genuine smile come through.

“What are you doing, Morgan?” His brows furrowed and went to sheath his knife.

“I think it looks better than me anyway,” I winked and smirked. His mouth opened, but before he could say anything, I took a step back and walked back toward the house.

Micah was left in complete confusion. He didn’t understand what just happened, at all. As if getting teased wasn’t enough, now he had to worry about getting his hat back before Arthur saw it on my pretty little head instead of his.

The man pushed himself off the tree roughly and turned, looking around to see where I went, but I was long gone. He moved toward the house, shouting.

“Morgan, wait-!”

#micah bell #red dead redemption 2 #micah bell x reader #red dead redemption 2 x reader #drabble #fluff #micah bell fanfiction

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long-lost-cullen · 1 year

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i have many WIPs, plz help

somebody needs to motivate me to finish all these one shots i have started,,, ive got carlisle cullen, jasper hale, micah bell, dutch van der linde, john marston, the entirety of task force 141, i even have my beloved pedro pascal...

and none of them are finished. plz someone yell at me to finish these -_-'

or like maybe just gimme some feedback? like which do yall wanna see first?

#twilight #twilight renessaince #jasper hale #carlisle cullen #micah bell #dutch van der linde #john marston #task force 141 #simon ghost riley #johnny soap mactavish #captain john price #kyle gaz garrick #alejandro vargas #rudolpho para #pedro pascal #work in progress

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long-lost-cullen · 1 year

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Master of all my Lists

TWILIGHT

RED DEAD REDEMPTION 2

TEXAS CHAIN SAW MASSACRE THE LAST OF US

CALL OF DUTY: MODERN WARFARE

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long-lost-cullen · 2 years

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My Love - Carlisle Cullen x GN!Reader

A/N: i do not feel comfortable writing SH, so this is just what happens afterward :)

Summary: Depressed!reader relapsed into self harming. Having nobody else to turn to, they go to the Cullen house and Carlisle is the only one home. Being the amazing doctor he is, he takes good care of them.

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: swan!reader (no pronouns used), self harm, self hatred, depression, sh relapse, crying, panic attacks, angst (obviously), hurt comfort,

I walked out of my room, going next door to the only bathroom in the house. Charlie’s at work and Bella is out somewhere with Edward, or maybe Jake? I can’t remember honestly. Wanting to witness just how bad I looked, I turned to the mirror. In the mirror was not me, (from what i could see through my blurry eyes) it was a red-faced idiot. I hate seeing myself like this. I couldn’t look at myself any longer, I turned on the faucet and grabbed a washcloth, running it under the cool water. I tried to slow my breathing, taking a deep breath as I brought the washcloth to my face, but it came out shaky.

After a few minutes of trying to make myself look most presentable, I decided I can't be alone right now. I need to talk to someone, not even about the problems I have going on right now. I just need a distraction and something else to focus on, instead of being disappointed in myself for doing this.

In a slight haze, I didn't even realize where I was going until I pulled into the driveway. I looked out the window to see the large, fancy house in the middle of the woods. I didn't call or message anyone ahead of time, I wasn't thinking clearly enough for that. But the Cullens’ wouldn't mind. Sure, I was human but having Bella as my sister automatically made me close with the family; they’re my friends as well as hers. I glanced one last time at myself in the rear view mirror, making sure I didn't look too wrecked, before getting out of the car and walking to the door.

I took a deep breath before knocking. The big door opened to reveal the head of the household.

As soon as I saw his expression, I knew there was no hiding anything. Being human, Carlisle could smell my distinct scent before he even opened the door, but I knew he could smell my blood too. Or more specifically the fresh cuts along my arms.

“Carlisle… I-” My voice barely a whisper, my eyes were already starting to water again as I tried to speak, and my hands were playing with the cuff of my long sleeves.

“Are you alright?” The blonde questioned me, even though he already knew the answer. When I tried to speak up again, the tears just started flowing again. I couldn't stop them. Without anymore words, Carlisle gently pulled me into a hug. It wasn't warm or bone-crushing, it was soft, comforting and familiar. My hands balled into fists on the back of his sweater, and the front of his shirt was growing damp with my tears. One of his cold hands were lightly rubbing my back, trying to comfort me. All while I could hear him whispering that it was all okay because he was here now.

Without letting me go, Carlisle pulled me closer, with one had slipping into my hair, he moved us into the house and shut the door. His comforting voice was quiet and soft became like white noise. My head wouldn't shut up! Thoughts racing with all the anxiety and self hatred I've been feeling.

“Shh, shh, shh… it’s alright, darling. I’m here. You’re okay, love…” Normally his nicknames for me would turn my insides to mush and make my knees weak; in the current situation, I didn't even realize he called me such sweet things, I couldn't even hear him. It was getting harder to breathe, my lungs struggling to even gasp through the tears as yet another panic attack racked through my body. Even as I held onto Carlisle as tight as was humanly possible, I couldn't stop trembling.

When he realized I couldn't hear him, he pulled back from the hug. My arms on his sides, trying to stay on him for any small amount of grounding, and his cold hands moved to my face, holding it gently. He tipped up my head, forcing me to look him in the eyes.

“Breathe with me… come on:” Speaking gently, his slight english accent more prominent as he was focusing on my state.

“In… and out… in… and out…” He pretended to breathe with me, dramatically raising and dropping his shoulders, until I gained enough breathe to not be gasping and struggling. Using his thumbs, he wiped away the falling tears from my cheeks.

With the feeling of his icy hands on my face, soft sweater beneath my palms and quiet voice in my ears, I started to calm down. My breath came back to almost normal, my crying slowed down to only a few tears and I was shaking a lot less than before.

Carlisle wouldn’t move until he had calmed me down at least mostly. When he saw the progress we had made, he pulled me into another hug. I buried my face in his chest, once again all but clawing at his back. I was so embarrassed that he had to see me in this state; this isn't his problem, it's mine. He shouldn't have to deal with this. I mumbled apologies into his now damp shirt.

“What was that, sweetheart?” He questioned, yet made no movement to push me away, he wanted me to move at my own speed. I pushed my forehead against his chest, so my mouth was free to speak without being muffled anymore.

“...I said… I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Carlisle. I didn't mean to come hear and annoy you. I'm sure you're super busy and I just had nowhere else to go. And I just-” Carlisle once again cupped my face in his hands, only moving it so I could look up into his golden eyes.

“Don’t apologize. Please don't apologize, my love. You have nothing to worry about.” He reassured me. I knew he meant it but that bad part of my brain was convinced he was lying.

“...May I see?” He questioned, worried to overstep a boundary but the doctor in him was too overwhelmed with the need to help me. I didn't want to show him. He shouldn't have to deal with this, I can clean myself up. I can take care of myself… I always have…

After shifting my gaze to our feet, I slowly nodded. His hands moved to one of my forearms; one holding my arm gently and the other rolling up my sleeve. I couldn’t look at them. Instead, I was focusing on the wall to our side. The window, the trees outside, the doorway to the kitchen. Anything but my arm as I could feel a light finger proding near the open cuts.

“Come on, darling. Let’s go to my office.” He moves his hand to hold mine as I followed him to the office. He sits me down on his desk and walks away to gather the necessary supplies. I didn't even want him to move away that far.

The tears start to silently flow again when he brings a little bowl with bandages in it over and slowly moves to pull up my sleeves again. I look down in shame but when I see the red on my arms, the tears flow a little harder and instead I try to focus on the trees outside. It's easy with windows that big.

It’s too quiet as he starts to clean my arms. Too quiet when I wince at the sting of the wet gauz meeting the fresh cuts. Justs too quiet as my brain starts to overthink again.

“I’m sorry, Carlisle…” I say to the tree out the window, my voice a little shaky.

“Darling… look at me.” He stops tending to my wounds to focus on my face. I slowly look at his; still ashamed of what I did and this whole situation. Eventually, I met his gaze.

“You do not need to be sorry, my love. I’m glad you came to me; that I am the one taking care of you. You never need to apologize to me, you know I am happy to take care of you… you know I'm here for you, sweetheart.” My tears slowed only because my body was running out of tears to cry; yet a huge sadness grew in me. Even more than what was there before. I know he doesn't feel the same about me, but hearing him say those things -- the bad part of my brain interpreted them as a paternal taking-care-of. My mind was too clouded to see how wrong I actually was…

When everything went quiet again, he looked back down and continued working on my arms. I couldn’t bring myself to respond; I had nothing to say. I couldn’t tell him why I relapsed, or else I would send myself into another spiral. I couldn’t tell him my feelings; we were already in such a vulnerable situation, I really couldn’t risk that. I couldn’t say anything; so I didn’t.

Earlier, I think Carlisle noticed how I only started to calm down once I had an anchor; once I had him to focus on. So, he began to hum. I didn't recognize the song, I could barely think right now. I just liked focusing on the sound of his voice. It’s such a nice voice; I could listen to him all day, if he let me…

My gaze roamed all over the man in front of me. His golden eyes were focused on the arms I didn't dare look at again. His pale skin looking so smooth and soft, I just wanted to hold his face in my hands. The pale pink of his lips barely moving as he hums the nameless song. His blonde hair looking so perfect –too perfect– I was tempted to run my hands through it just to mess it up. He just… looked like an angel. My guardian angel.

After he cleaned my arms, he wrapped them snuggly, but not tightly, in some bandages. As Carlisle moved to dispose of the bloody cloths, I finally looked at my forearms. Only glancing down once I knew all the red was gone and the bandages were in place. I used my right hand to lightly run my fingers of the bandage on my left forearm. I could feel a faint sting of the fresh wounds, but it isn't painful anymore.

“Carlisle…” I whispered, not bothering to look up. He turned around and grabbed both of my hands. I still didn't look up; now choosing to focus on how his cold hands almost engulfing mine.

“Come, why don't we go into the other room?” he gently asked, using one hand to gently tip my chin up with his pointer finger. His eyebrows slightly raised as if he were waiting for an answer.

“...Thank you” I finally spoke, looking right into his eyes so I know he understood how much this means to me and how genuine my thanks were. We both know that didn't really answer his question; he seems to understand me perfectly though. With a small smile, he pulls up both my hands so my forearms are eyelevel with me. He leans down to the left side and gently kisses the middle of my forearm, right on the bandage.

“You’re welcome, my love.” He leans up to look me in the eye as he speaks before moving to do the same on my right arm. I want to cry. Not just for that sweet moment but how patient and kind he has always been to me, especially today. I don't think he knows how much he means to me; and I'm too scared to even tell him.

“C’mon, let’s go,” He repeats, helping me off his desk and into the living room. He pulls a thick blanket off the back of the couch and wraps me up as he sits me down. I watch as he leaves the room for one second and returns with a book in hand. My favorite book… He remembered?

Sitting next to me on the couch, he goes to open the book but before he can, I scoot closer to him so we’re shoulder-to-shoulder. I try to throw half of the blanket over his lap, but somewhat fail miserably. He laughs it off and gives me a quiet thanks as he pulls the blanket over his legs and helps me get comfortable. I kick off my shoes and pull my feet onto the couch, gently resting my head on his shoulder as he moves to open the book once more; this time succeeding and holding it somewhat in between us, so I can see the words. As if I don't have them memorized by now.

The last thing I remember from that long, tiring day was the pounding in my head finally subsiding as my eyes drifted shut. The absolute serenity and comfort I felt in the moment was unreal. I have never felt more safe than when I'm with Carlisle, especially on days like these: gently falling into some well-deserved sleep while listening to his voice.

#carlisle cullen x reader #carlisle cullen fanfiction #carlisle cullen #twilight fanfiction #twilight renaissance #twilight

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long-lost-cullen · 2 years

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Twilight Masterlist

smut**, fluff^, angst”

One-shots

Carlisle Cullen x Reader

My Love” (TW: s/h; not the act, just the afterward)

Headcanons

Cullens

Painting the Cullen Boys Nails^

Cullen Family Taking Care of Depressed!Reader^

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Cullen Family Helping You Through a Depressive Episode [headcanons]

Carlisle 🧣

- The most logical one to be honest

- Being a doctor, he knows how important it is to keep you healthy

- He keeps you fed/watered/nourished, makes you whatever food you want and brings it to you in bed

- Carlisle always makes sure that you have a cool glass of water on your bedside table

- He also helps you stay clean; he will offer to hop in the tub or shower and bathe with you, or if you asked him to he would just wait in the bedroom getting some pajamas for you

- He’ll brush your hair for you, but he’s not a very good stylist so dont expect anything more than a simple braid (and even that would look a little wonky lol)

- Offers to lay with you, if you accept he will hold you so gently and lovingly

- Continuously praising you and telling you how strong you are and how good you have been doing

- Sometimes he will read to you while you cuddle, any book you want

- He's always there for you, he never hesitates to help you whenever you need

- Sometimes he knows when you start spiraling before you do

- He knows just the right things to do and say to help you calm down

- He’s surprisingly scared that you’re going to do something stupid if things get too bad. He hides his fear well, he doesn't want you to worry about him on top of everything else

- Always tries his best to help you and stay by your side for as long as you need

Jasper 🐴

- He can feel that you’re feeling down, without you even telling him

- Never try to hide it from him, cause thats never going to work. He always knows what you’re feeling, and he is always on red alert whenever he feels literally any negative emotion from you

- Jasper is a quiet person, so he isn’t very forward or aggressive about his approach, his is more subtle but still very much effective

- He doesn’t really say a lot, it’s his actions that speak volumes.

- His love language is quality time and touch, so he is always by your side

- He is definitely the type to ask if he can touch you when you start to spiral. If you’re panicking, he asks to give you a hug; if you dont feel comfortable with that, he’ll just hold your hands

- Jasper has never been more grateful for his powers than those times when you feel so down and self hating

- It hurts him so much to feel all that pain and suffering you feel for yourself, and/or in general

- He enjoys quietly cuddling together, which always seems to improve your mood

- If things are really bad, he will hum some old country songs from his childhood, but thats very rare

- The biggest thing he does is to use his powers to help you, but he doesn’t do it to much because he doesn’t want to control your emotions, he just wants to help you know what i mean?

Emmett ⚾

- My favorite himbo <3

- His biggest thing is to distract you and get your mind off of whatever is hurting you

- He will be the one to offer cuddles before you even ask, he hugs you so tight and starts talking about everything and nothing

- Emmett would be the first to help get you out of bed

- He would make a huge effort to keep you fed, he just wants to keep you healthy

- If you’re feeling up for it, he likes to take you on hikes in the woods. It’s a simple thing but it helps you focus on something else

- If you don’t want to get out of bed, he is perfectly fine just cuddling and watching something on tv

- He will whisper sweet things into your ear

- Telling you how much he loves you

- He focuses a little less on the actual situation and more on hyping you up in general

- Like he will compliment your personality and appearance. He will go over everything he loves about you and every single part of your body and tells you why he loves all of it

- He loves to cover you in kisses and doesn’t stop showering you in praises until he knows for a fact that you’re feeling better

Edward 🎹

- Would either be the sweetest, most comforting man ever or a distant, super cold one

- There’s no in between, sorry about it :/

- Sometimes he would be almost suffocating with how worried and close he would be

- He wouldn’t leave your side for a second, always doing anything you need

- But sometimes it would start to make him start to spiral

- Like he would start to worry that he’s not good enough to take care of you and you dont deserve him

- After he sees how stupid that thought is, he sees how much you need him in this hard time so he steps up to the plate and starts doing much better

- He doesn’t know how to cook, but he’ll buy you any food you want

- He will gladly cuddle and praise you whenever you need

- Sometimes he will even play you some piano, to help you drift off to sleep

- He would surprise you with a song he wrote for you

- Even if he doesn’t want to force you to do anything he would persuade you to get out of bed

- Both of you sit at the piano and she will teach you a thing or two

- But usually he likes to take you on walks in the woods, his favorite thing to do is just lay in the field with you and feel the cool breeze and your warm hand in his

- It brings him peace. Being there with you and knowing that he’s helping you feel better

Rosalie 👑

- She is similar to Jasper with the more subtle approach

- Rosalie understands what it’s like to have those really bad days because she’s had them

- She will help you stay clean and eat something

- Rosalie would take baths with you and brush your hair, doing it up in a beautiful style

- Usually people see her as the cold, stubborn type of girl, but she’s much more than that

- She knows what it’s like to feel that broken

- That’s why she offers her help in any way she can, anything you want, it’s yours

- It’s the little things for her

- Like she’ll make you a simple sandwich or just be cuddling with you

- A bunch of those little things just keep adding up and she doesn’t stop there

- She would bring you gifts to try to raise your spirits

- She’s a little awkward in her approach to showing you this much affection, thats why she does a bunch of little things rather than huge declarations of her love

- It’s more of an unspoken understanding about how much she loves you. But when times like these hit, she realizes that you need her reassurance and love more than ever

- She puts in a huge amount of effort into those small gifts and actions, just to make sure you know she loves you and will always be there when you need

Alice 🌖

- I know that all of the Cullens know what it’s like to feel broken and hurt, its just that some know the feeling more than others

- Alice definitely knows that feeling

- Sometimes she sees that you’re going to have an episode before it even starts

- So she starts gathering all the supplies: your favorite snacks, blankets and anything else you need

- She is super worried for you but she hides it with her positivity

- She will give you makeovers and take care of you, without you even asking

- The makeovers are her favorite because not only is it a way to get your mind focused on other things but it’s an easy way to help keep up your hygiene with the showering and the self care she helps you with

- Sometimes, if things are looking really bad she will get really worried that something bad was going to happen

- Then she sees a vision of everything being okay in the future

- She very much enjoys wrapping you in tight hugs and whispering nice things to you

- Everything from “You’re so beautiful inside and out, i love you so much” to “everything is going to be okay, we’re going to get through this together. I’ve seen it”

Esme 🥀

- Dare i say: she would take a much more maternal and protective approach

- I dont want to say she forces you to eat and drink but she definitely makes you stay nourished

- She is more than willing to make you anything you want, she just wants to help in any way she can to make you feel better

- She will help you bathe and cuddle all day if you need

- Cuddling is her specialty, she makes it even better because she likes to sing quietly

- She likes to hum and sing you cute little songs until you drift back to sleep

- As much as she doesn’t want to force you to do anything, she does make you take regular walks and get outside every day

- The movement and fresh air are very important

- She will make a picnic basket and take it on a small hike, just the two of you

- Esme would gladly make your favorite food (or try to) and have a cute little picnic to take your mind off of things :)

#twilight #twilight renessaince #twilight fanfiction #twilight imagine #carlisle cullen #carlisle cullen x reader #jasper hale #jasper hale x reader #emmett cullen #emmett cullen x reader #edward cullen #edward cullen x reader #rosalie hale #rosalie hale x reader #alice cullen #alice cullen x reader #esme cullen #esme cullen x reader

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Painting the Cullen Boys nails [headcanons]

Carlisle

-he will need a little convincing, but only the smallest amount (only because he was worried about his work at the hospital)

-but you’re his biggest weakness, he will never refuse you

-will how much he’s seen in his life, he recognizes how little this “feminine” thing matters

-he’s very comfortable with his masculinity so he doesn't mind having some nail polish on

-he’s always proud to have his nails done by you because they're done by you

-he's very supportive of your interests and hobbies

-so when you came to him excited to paint his nails, he didn't even think of saying no

-he very much enjoys and values that quiet time you get together when you paint his nails

-it's usually filled with quiet conversations and light music coming from somewhere in the house

-the ambiance of sitting quietly with carlisle is very peaceful and comfortable

-when you ask him to paint yours, he does surprisingly well

-he has very steady hands, so no need to worry about him messing up

-he doesn't care about the color, he just cares that you're the one doing it

Emmett

-when this king is in love, he’s an absolute simp

-he never refuses any of your stupid antics

-for being so masculine and strong, you thought he wouldn't like the idea of painted nails but he welcomed it with open arms

-he actually is the one to paint your nails after you paint his (without even being asked, when his are dry he excitedly grabs the bottle and one of your hands saying “your turn!! :D”)

-he’s not very good at it, but you both enjoy it

-he prefers darker colors like black or blue but loves whatever you do to him

-he will proudly flaunt his nails and if anyone says anything negative, he will stand up to them and offer to kick their ass

-if they ever chip while he’s hunting or something, he will run to you asking to fix them

-you think it's really sweet how much he loves them and how much you both have fun painting your nails together

-he has painted nails the most often

Jasper

-he needs some convincing but when you start painting he honestly could care less

-it's not that he loves it or hates it, he prefers the actual painting process because he gets to be close to you

-i mean you literally have to hold his hands to paint his nails, so of course, you're close

-he also is completely weak for you

-anything you ask, ye shall receive

-including this old cowboy wearing some nice nail polish

-but damn does he look good, you think he somehow looks hotter than normal

-and you're not shy to voice that

-he loves your attention and praise, so he's very willing to let you paint his nails again in the future

-he doesn’t really like to paint your nails because he doesn’t like to mess up. But will do it if you asked him to

-the second most likely one to wear your nail polish

-he likes black polish the most

Edward

-the most reluctant out of the bunch

-it took him a lot of convincing but when he saw how happy it made you, there's no way he could refuse

-he doesn't love it, he's very old fashioned and doesn't really enjoy such feminine things

-but he likes being close and having a quiet intimate moment

-the only part he likes about it is seeing your focused face and feeling your hand hold his

-he enjoys hearing the random little thoughts you have while focusing

-he doesn’t like the time it takes for his nails to dry, so when you’re not looking he’ll shake his hands around at vampire speed to dry them

-also he doesn’t hate the compliments you give him, especially how nice hinds hands look when he’s playing piano

-prefers the fancier, more elegant colors (like gold, or muted tones)

-would have his nails done the least

#twilight renessaince #twilight #twilight fanfiction #twilight headcanon #daddy carlisle #carlisle cullen #carlisle cullen x reader #emmett cullen #emmett cullen x reader #jasper hale #jasper hale x reader #edward cullen #edward cullen x reader #twilight x reader

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