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Hi, I was thinking Jacob Black x Reader. Where Jacob was waiting for Reader to come out of school till he heard commotion in front of the school and saw Reader fighting a bully who is a guy. She has a bruised lip and bleeding nose. Jacob hurriedly pick up Reader and take her to Emily’s so she can chill out and so Emily can patch her up. The pack saw her and they started asking questions till Emily started lecturing her.
Jealousy and Pack Scolding's
Pairing: Jacob Black x Uley!reader
Characters: Jacob Black, Uley!reader, Paul Lahote, Jared Cameron, Embry Call, Leah Clearwater, Seth Clearwater, Quil Ateara V, Brady Fuller, Collin Littlesea
Warnings: Angst, fluff, Paul being an idiot, Sam not liking the imprinting, this was actually kind of cute, I think I made Jake a likable character (for me), Emily is an angel, Sam and Emily are my fav, reader has avoided making eye contact with Jake bc she has a crush, Sam knows whats up, Embry just wants his imprint, Paul is such a big brother here, love writing for the wolfpack, it's so much fun, reader knows about imprints
Word Count: 2,431
A/N: Ask and you shall receive... this was fun and totally not inspired by Jake fics where he's a little jealous shit
I've aged probably everyone sooo, Sam is 26, Emily is 25. Leah is 23. Jared and Paul are 19 (in a nearby community college) and just one semester from graduating. Jake, Reader and Embry are 18. Quil, Seth, Brody are 17. Cam and Seth are 16
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He kicks his bike stand up, so it stays upright while he waits for you to exit the school. He crosses his arms, not wanting anyone to talk to him, hoping he looks “menacing” enough for his classmates to get the hint and steer clear of him.
He knows Quil and Embry made their way back to Emily's since Sam wants them to do their patrol shift as soon as they can once they finished with their last class.
He couldn't complain much considering he was able to go home and change before heading back to pick you up so he could successfully switch shifts with Embry, which annoys him since Sam basically ordered him to pick you up.
He’d be more okay with it if you two were friends- or even talking; he doesn’t know why he was put to the job since you two aren’t close- or at least, compared to Jared and Paul.
Jake did recently find out (after complaining to the guys when their alpha wasn’t around) you’re Sam's niece and Emily has taken a light to you, thinking of you as her own daughter.
And the only reason he thinks that is because of how she treats you; it always reminds him of the way his mom took care of him and his sisters when they were younger.
Don't get him wrong, he has no problem with that or the way she treats you, he's more curious than anything since you haven't been talking to him.
It kind of bugs him that you talk to Paul and Jared more than him and isn't sure why. He gets the two shifted before everyone, but you've started talking to Embry and Quil so why not him too? Hell, you’ve even started making small talk with the newest shifters Brady and Collin.
He thinks this is why Sam sent him here, so he'll stop moping around about you and not just because the pack is tired of hearing how sad he is with you not talking to him.
The chanting, "fight, fight, fight," overtakes his sense in waiting for you and he steps closer.
He stops behind the wall of people, checking on who's fighting, curious as to who's stupid enough to fight on school property.
The fist flies to your face and he starts fighting his way to get past the people blocking him from getting to you.
You spit, not wanting the copper taste to remain in your mouth. You turn your head back to David, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of feeling like he won.
You kick his upper thigh, right above his knee and knock him down before pulling your arm back and drive your fist as hard as you can into his cheek.
He falls and cups his cheek, whining about the pain and the fact that he's bleeding.
"Talk about my family again and you'll be bleeding more."
Jacob finally breaks through the crowd and pushes David's friend away before the guy could grab you. "Back off," he growls.
The friend raises his hands in defense and backs away, noticing how buff he'd gotten and knows better to not fight Jacob.
He turns to you, smelling blood on you and cups your face, searching to find the damage, ignoring your eyes as the blood from your lip drips further down your chin. "Come on."
He puts you on the back of his bike and starts it before kicking the kickstand.
-
You unwrap your arms and get off the bike, trying to put distance between you, Jacob, and your home.
He grabs your wrist, "where do you think you're going?"
"Away."
"Just because you want to hide your face from Emily and Sam, doesn't mean you can run away."
"I can still try." You tug on his arm. "Let me go."
"No, you need to go in there and face them."
You stop fighting and he lets go of you, trusting that you won't leave. "I don't want Sam to be disappointed."
"Did you pick a fight with David on purpose?"
You shake your head, "of course not."
"Then he won't be disappointed... as long as you talk to him."
"Says the guy who fights him every chance he gets."
That earns a chuckle from Jake. "Says the mousy niece."
You scoff, shoving his arm. "Hey, I'm not mousy."
"This is the longest conversation we've ever had."
"That's your fault, you're always mopey."
"I am not."
"Are so."
"Am"- You walk through the door.
Emily's voice interrupts yours and everyone else's conversations. "I'm happy to see the two of you are talking." She smiles with a twinkle shining in her eye that quickly dies as soon as she catches sight of your face.
"Oh my- what the hell happened to you?" She grabs your chin, tilting so she can look at your face. "Who did this?"
Paul tenses, Jared tries to see over her shoulder.
Embry and Quil walk through the back door and glance at one another with concern evident on their faces once they realize what’s happened.
"Don't tell, Sam," you reply, staring into her eyes, practically begging her not to tell him.
"Don't tell me what?"
You grimace and then wince because your adrenaline has worn off and the pain has surfaced. "How much I love you?" You say without turning.
"I don't buy it." He wraps an arm around Emily, pecking her cheek. "Did you cut your finger again?" He asks with the scent of blood wafting through the room.
"Uh-" She catches your eye as she glances down at her hands. "Maybe, I don't know."
You attempt to sneak away while he's distracted and fail.
"Turn around."
You pout, keeping your head low as you turn.
"Lift your head."
"I like staring at my shoes while they're clean."
He grumbles your name under his breath.
You lift your head and sigh. "I may have gotten into an altercation at school."
"What the hell happened?"
"That's what I was asking before you got here?" Emily chimes in. "And I was avoiding it then."
"What did you do?"
You scoff, "I didn't do anything, you dick."
"That is no way to talk to your uncle," she tells you.
You stare at her, "I'm going to give him the same respect he gives me," and turn to him. "Which is none."
You exit the room when you realize none of you are going to be able to have a proper conversation and make your way to your room, slamming the door behind you.
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"What happened while you were waiting for her?" Sam towers over Jacob, attempting to search through his mind to figure out what could have happened.
"I don't- I don't know. I was waiting and then I heard the other kids chanting, fight and then I saw her get hit and then take down David-"
"Wait- she was fighting David?" Jared chimes in with a smile.
"He deserves it," Paul adds.
"Guys a grade A asshole," Embry says before snacking on a muffin.
"So, this fight was valid?" Sam asks, wanting to understand everything he's learned within the last five minutes.
"No, it wasn't valid because fighting isn't the solution, is it boys?" Emily turns to the boys at the table.
"No," everyone answers.
"Good," she smiles.
"But this hasn't happened before? What's happened? This David- or whoever clearly said something for her to act out."
"He was talking about my family," you tell them, leaning against the wall with your arms crossed.
"That doesn't give you enough reason to fight," she tells you.
"It does when they start making fun of your dead parents and uncle who's running a cult."
They purse their lips.
"How do you feel?"
You shrug, "my fist and face are aching, so I'd say I did something right."
She sighs. "Fighting isn't the answer."
"I know that!"
"Then why did you do it?"
Your emotions cause you to snap. "I was tired of him thinking he could still bully me!"
She takes a few steps closer to you. "This has been going on for a while now. Why didn't you tell us?"
"I didn't want either of you to walk into the principal's office thinking you could stop it when it'd only make things worse," you grumble.
"We could have found another way to stop him from making comments."
"I took care of it the only way I could."
"There's always more than one way-"
"I know," you run your fingers through your hair in a frustrated manner. "I wasn't thinking but he wouldn't shut up. He waited a few months, giving me a grievance period but then he started talking shit again and today he wouldn't leave me alone."
"Why didn't you tell us?" Jared asks.
"Yeah," you scoff, "because I wanted you guys to help when the hothead is one fight away from being expelled. Everyone still thinks those two," you point to Embry and Quil. "Are weird because they suddenly got buff and had a haircut. Don't even mention the fact that Jake along with Brody and Cam are the new talk of the pack."
Sam sighs, rubbing a hand over his face. "Just, go clean the blood off as best you can, and Emily will wrap your wounds."
"I already did."
"Then go get the first aid kit and bring it in here."
You walk back into the bathroom throwing everything you’d laid out on the counter back into the bag and aim for the kitchen. "Heal me with your magical powers, Em."
She smiles and wraps an arm around your shoulders as she guides you to the island so she can use the natural light to check over you. "Does this hurt?"
"Not yet."
"Okay, let me know when it-"
You suck in a deep breath through your teeth.
"Hurts. You okay?"
"Peachy, Em."
"I know you had to defend yourself today, but fighting isn't always the answer."
"Yeah, I know," you reply with an attitude.
"I'm just reminding you, so you don't continue hurting yourself. You're not like the others, and I don't like seeing you get hurt."
"Thanks, Emily," you wrap your arms around her and pull her in for a long hug.
She smiles, returning the hug. "Don't go getting into fights again or else I'm going to bubble wrap you."
You chuckle. "As long as you save me from a Sam lecture."
"Deal." She slides the plate with muffins, closer to you. "Eat something first."
The guys shake their heads at your behavior.
"Does this mean I can hang out with you guys?"
"You hang out with us already," Jacob points out.
"Cliff diving." You unwrap your muffin.
"Absolutely not," your uncle tells you.
"Come on."
"No,” Sam shakes his head.
"Guys," you beg, turning around to look at the others.
"We're not getting involved in that," Paul raises his hands, heading towards the couch.
- Extra -
"Wha-"
"I'm with Paul," Embry tells you, pulling Quil with him as they sit beside Jared.
You turn to face your knight in shining armor. “Jake-”
He turns away from the others and glances back at you, the humor falling from his face.
“Oh, shit,” Jared mutters.
“Are you serious?” Embry whines.
You owlishly blink trying to figure out what’s happened when he falls to his knees. You set your muffin down and push yourself off the stool to stand in front of him. You poke his shoulder. “Are you okay?”
“It’s you,” he mutters.
You raise your head and face the others with a scared and confused expression. “Guys, what the hell just happened?”
Paul smirks and looks away.
Jared buries his face with a muffin.
Embry and Quil face the tv, not wanting to see how things plays out.
Brady and Collin walk through the door.
“Holy shit,” the former says.
“Congrats, Jake. You finally got your imprint,” the latter adds.
“What?” You spin around to face Emily. “Imprint? That’s what just happened?”
Sam rubs a hand over his face. This was the last thing they needed.
“Did we- did you not know?” Brady asks you.
“Does this look like the face of someone who’s in the know? Does it. Brady?”
Collin pulls his buddy away before you can rip their heads off.
“I think we need to talk,” Sam says, pulling Jacob off the ground. “Outside.”
You three stand on the porch, trying to wrap your heads around the whole situation.
-
“I don’t know what this means,” you tell them.
“This means, no being alone in your room. No sneaking out after curfew. No-”
“Sam, we’re not dating. This doesn’t apply to us.”
“It could,” he says, finally snapping out of his mind.
“What?”
“It- the imprint bond doesn’t happen by accident, it’s the joining of when two soulmates find each other.”
“So, we’re soulmates?”
He nods.
“I thought you were in love with Bella?”
“I was.”
“And now you’re not? You couldn’t have moved on that fast just because of this bond.”
He sighs, “I know this is going to be a lot of work, but I want to get to know you whether we go out or not… even though dating you-”
The clearing of someone’s throat cuts him off.
He sheepishly smiles, rubbing the back of his head. “We’ll talk more later.”
You can’t help but giggle and wince soon after.
He’s kneeling in front of you in seconds, searching for any sign of pain. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. My lip is going to be the kill joy of my existence for a few days but I’m fine.” You place a hand on his shoulder, “thanks for pulling me out of there when you did.”
He shakes his head, “it was nothing.”
“It was more than you know, and I know you were only there because Uncle Sam made you, but I still wanted to thank you.”
He can’t help the wide smile that stretches across his lips. “I’ll always be there for you.”
-
Sam throws you over his shoulder. “Babe, where’s the extra wood I keep for the winter?”
“Back room, why?” She asks, watching as you beat on his back.
“I’m locking some doors.”
“Sam, no!” You screech. “Boys, help me.”
“He’s the alpha, what he says go,” Paul tells you.
“You suck, Lahote.”
“You’re gonna be swallowing, princess.”
Paul has never shifted and ran out of his alpha’s place as quickly as he did today.
The others lose their minds as he runs all around, nearly bumping into the clearwater siblings as they head towards the place.
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A rant and theory
It’s really long, but I think I make some valid points.
Supernatural was on for 15 years. There have been interactions with the cast, some crew, some producers, directors, writers, etc. due to the ongoing conventions and the existence of social media. Writers will talk about changes to scripts, actors will talk about filming, directors will talk about why they chose a certain angle.
Given that most of the fans/stans do not personally know any of the people involved or personally know anything about the things that are/aren’t going on, it’s weird the way some fans/stans speak so confidently about what happened with SPN behind-the-scenes, production, writing, casting, you name it!
Especially when it comes to PrequelGate. People will state with their whole chest, that their version of events is absolutely correct. One J is an asshole, and one J is an innocent baby. Which J is which depends on who is talking. It can be either or both. The only thing that all fans who have theories have in common is that there is a definite good guy and a bad guy.
But the Js are still friends. They say they got over it and forgave. Since no one has given any details, I thought I’d join the bandwagon and come up with a theory of my own. One where there is no good guy/bad guy. So here goes.
I fully believe that the story of The Winchesters was not meant to be an AU. It was supposed to take place between 15.19 and 15.20, with Dean and Sam finding out about their parents. They had to switch it to the AU version because of the leak, a new timetable, and the fact that Jared was no longer available. There is also a recent podcast (I don't have a link) where a writer from The Winchesters said that Robbie Thompson, the writer and show runner for The Winchesters, kind of knew that they were only going to get 1 season because of all the mergers/sales of the networks and studios.
Robbie Thompson said in an interview (https://tvline.com/news/the-winchesters-recap-season-1-finale-dean-heaven-multiverse-jensen-ackles-1234942742/) “There was the spot that takes place in between Episodes 19 and 20, when what happens to Dean happens to Dean… So there was an opportunity to tell stories there, but that just didn’t work for me because we wouldn’t have access to Sam in that way, in a way that we could easily explain or at least emotionally explain, and that just didn’t feel like it was a story that certainly I wanted to tell and none of us did.” (Underlining mine) They wouldn’t have access to Sam because Jared could not be involved. Not because no one wanted him, but because he just couldn’t.
The reason I believe this is because of the following.
It starts with Virtual Con (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ADYwrZ787a0) held in March 2021. In the video, the question about Chaos Machine projects starts at around 23 minutes. Watch Jared’s face throughout Jensen’s whole answer. He’s nodding along, looking at his screen, and not even showing the slightest surprise in what Jensen is saying. He doesn’t because he already knows. To me, that is the face of someone who already knows what the other person is talking about. Jared already knows which projects Jensen is working on. He knows which alum he is talking about. So he just sits there and lets Jensen answer. His quip at the end that he will also be acting in it is just that, a quip for the fans. Because (supposedly) he is bound by a 5-year contract to CBS. He can not legally get involved in Jensen’s project with WB. He can acknowledge that he knows about it, but he has to show that he is absolutely not involved.
Next is the announcement of The Winchesters in June 2021 by Deadline. There were tweets by Jared that said he was upset that he didn’t know about it and that he wasn’t involved. There was also a tweet directed at Robbie Thompson calling him a back stabber that was later deleted. And, silence from Jensen, because he was unable to come online and address anything because he was on set in Canada.
Things were set in motion that were not meant to be put in motion for a while. I don’t think Chaos Machine was ready to start casting/filming yet. I think Jensen and Jared were trying to make it work with CBS so that Jared could be involved in the prequel. But those talks weren’t finished, or possibly even started yet. But the leak by Deadline, the WB/Discovery merger, and Mark Pedowitz leaving, combined to put pressure to do the show sooner, while Pedowitz was still in charge. If they waited, then nothing might come of Chaos Machine’s deal with WB once the new owners came in. Maybe they were waiting for Jensen to finish shooting The Boys to get together and talk about all this, but they still hadn't.
And this is what Jared was upset about. He thought there was time before the show would start, so was surprised that it was announced without him knowing. It also explains why he thought Robbie Thompson back-stabbed him. Because he was going to be a part of this show, and now he couldn’t. He couldn’t even say he had been part of the development from the beginning because it would be against his contract with CBS. He can’t even say wants to be a part of it now, because again, it would be against his contract with CBS. He’s upset, because he hasn’t had any communication from Jensen about this going through, and Jensen was also unreachable. So he vented online a little.
Once this narrative that Jared was never involved, and would not appear in it, spread, all of them had to run with it. Jensen apologized for not telling Jared. He said he was superstitious. He wanted to tell Jared, but he didn’t have his phone. That he was on set. That Jared couldn’t participate because he was busy. Etc. etc.
But, when Jared spoke with Jensen, and was (possibly) made aware that the news came out because it was leaked, and that they didn’t have time to clue Jared in, and (possibly) they were thinking of doing the show sooner because of WB, Pedowitz, Zaslav, etc., and that they were still in a holding phase, Jared forgave Jensen.
All of the above explains the inconsistencies and “lies” and “tantrums” and finally the forgiveness, and moving on.
I choose to believe that neither Jared nor Jensen are entitled assholes. They do not owe the fans any BTS details.
I’m sure people can tear this apart, but their theories don’t hold up either.
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Austin and Me
“Elvis-mania”
“Wife to the ‘king’. Icon to the world. Destined for more.”
Summary: At 18 years old, she fell in love with Austin, at 20 years old, she became his wife, by 22, she was his doll. In which Cynthia’s life changed drastically after falling head over heels with a man that promised her the moon and the stars. She takes us down the memory lane of what could’ve been— the perfect marriage.
Inspired by the book: Elvis and Me by Priscilla Presley.
I do not condemn any of the portrayals I decide to do about certain people, it’s just fanfiction. And it would be divided in parts.
English isn’t my first language so I’m trying my best!
Warning: mentions of COVID-19
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COVID-19 took the world by storm and what was meant to just be some months in Australia became almost a year. Austin took this to his advantage to get more into the Elvis role, I supported him with any research he needed and with his weight gain, his accent. At first it was really enjoyable, I mean, dancing and singing to Elvis’ songs in the middle of the night, watching his movies and performances, watching Austin trying to recreate them. But then it started to get more serious, he started to go method.
I wasn’t a fan of method acting, I’ve never tried it before but I did have some co-stars that did it and it was like hell on earth, I’d like to think that he was going for a Marlon Brando route but it was starting to feel like Jared Leto when he played the Joker.
“Sit still!” I laughed as he didn’t stop moving around while I placed the hair dye on his brownish hair, he wasn’t a natural dark-haired man, as a boy his hair was this beautiful blonde.
“It smells disgusting, God, how I miss your hairdresser.” He said with a chuckle, his voice was a little thicker, a bit of a southern drawl to it.
“See? and you called me ridiculous whenever I went with her. I don’t know what she uses but it smells delicious.” I had my hairdresser back in California, she did my more trickier hairstyles, like the beehive ponytail and she did dye Austin’s hair black a couple of times before.
“Or maybe we were just high from all the chemicals, who knows?” He laughed again, yeah, maybe we did not ventilate well enough right now, I moved towards the window and opened it, not remembering that my gloves were pretty much still with hair dye, I stained that whole window up. To this day I still remember how much the landlord charged us for that one. After 30 minutes, we both kneeled beside the bathtub, I started rinsing his hair.
“Baby, you gonna drown me or something!” He said to me, if the water wasn’t too cold then it was too hot, or I was too aggressive with the rinsing.
“Then so be it!” I said to him, shampooing his hair.
Afterwards I even dried it and styled it, he saw himself in the mirror again, he finally had jet black hair again after months of just having this weird combination between black and blondish hair.
“I don’t know— I feel a little silly. Like an impersonator.” He had a grimace as he moved his hair side to side.
“You look really good. I promise.” I smiled at him and then kissed his cheek. “You can do this. Now let’s watch Viva Las Vegas for the fifth time, I’m finally getting the Ann-Margret dance.”
We did our research and everything, we knew little facts about Elvis, he liked knowing about Priscilla, I loved Priscilla. Austin found out this really interesting fact about Elvis and Priscilla’s bedroom time. As we were in bed, trying to spice things up.
“Wait, baby. We oughta try something new.” He said as he pulled away and got up from bed, he rummaged through a box of cameras we had, disposable ones, vintage ones, instants. He bought out an instax camera, with its film. “So— I read that Elvis and Priscilla did this and I wanted to try it out.”
“I’m up for it.” I smiled as I took off my nightgown coverup.
We started taking Polaroids, he made me pose, I was his model for the night. He grabbed my chin tenderly and moved it to the right direction, he got on top of me taking picture after picture. We even tried dress up, him as a policeman and doctor, I was a secretary, a maid, a teacher, we tried everything in the book.
He’d get in between my legs, kissing me all over, taking Polaroids while he was at it, taking Polaroids while I was at it, going down on him.
It was magical but it did make me feel ashamed whenever I looked at my purchase history and saw all the Polaroid films I bought during this time. We spent hundred of dollars in just the films for the instax.
I had a really good time with Austin but it didn’t really last long, until he submerged himself totally on Elvis. At first it was the voice and then it was the food, then it was his behavior. I couldn’t even remember the last time he slept with me. All I heard was Elvis, Elvis, Elvis— and not in the good way. Look, I understood him and everything but it was making me go nuts, I’m a big Elvis fan but he was just going bonkers. I lost count on how many books he read or how many hour he spent looking at Elvis stuff, he barely even spent time with Lori. I wanted to die whenever he called me ‘woman’ or ‘satnin’.
There were many times when he basically shut himself out, in the bedroom or the beach, it was like he was trying to torture me nonstop. I felt so useless because I wasn’t able to help him either. Whenever I did try to help him, he’d yell at me.
“Baby, please— you need to sleep.” I knocked on the office door, he had been there all day.
“Don’t bother me, woman.” He said sternly, I, being the stubborn I was, tried to get him out of there.
“Baby— you don’t need to indulge so much in Elvis. You should really come to sleep.” I knocked on the door once again, all I heard was silence afterwards but then the door opened aggressively.
“Are ya deaf or something?! Woman, I don’t want to hear another mouth comin’ out of your damn mouth. Ya hear me?” He said very aggressively, even he was taken aback. “Baby, you gotta let me do my damn job, so go to sleep, I’ll catch up to you later.” He dismissed me with his hand.
The king sized bed felt really empty without him there, cuddling me, kissing my head or forehead, we barely even slept on the same bed so in those cases, I’d bring Lori with me and hug her all night. I woke up to every sudden movement, thinking it was Austin but it was just my imagination playing cruel tricks on me. And whenever we did have alone time in bed, I tried wearing my cutest nightgowns, I even wore perfume to bed, Miss Dior, I adored that scent and so did Austin. God, I even wore my makeup to bed!
“Hey.” I whispered while I got in bed besides him, his back leaning against the headboard as he read Train to Memphis, I started kissing his neck softly, rubbing his bicep.
“Calm down, satnin.” He said, not taking his eyes off the book. “Ya know I’m trying to pay attention to this.” He kept on reading and reading in silence until he finally spoke up. “There a thousand women who would actually care to help and listen to me while I do my damn job. You gonna sit and listen or not?”
I stopped, I laid back and stared at him, storms in my eyes. I was trying everything to keep him looking at me yet nothing worked.
“But-“
“But nothing, woman.” He said, there was silence again, he kept on reading and mumbling the words. I sat up on the bed, hugging my knees very subtly.
“I can’t stand it! It’s driving me crazy! I don’t want to hear you anymore!” I yelled out in frustration, I even closed my eyes.
“I see a mad woman.” He said on that pretentious mumble.
“No. A woman with needs that needs to be desired. You can have your Elvis books and me too.”
He looked at me and without even saying anything, she went back to reading his book, leaving me feeling humiliated.
I’ve been dying to write this part— be prepared to see our Cynthia suffer.
#Spotify#austin butler#austin butler fanfiction#austin butler fic#austin butler imagine#austin butler x reader#austinbutler
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Wildest dreams, pt. 19
Summary: The pack is looking for Paul.
Warnings: angst, mentions of a forest fire
Wildest Dreams Masterlist
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The wolf’s ears perk up as he smells a familiar scent – one that he’d gotten accustomed to in all the years of knowing his pack brother. He’s in human form, Embry can tell.
I’ve got a trace. Embry tells Jared and Seth who’ve joined him and Sam in the hunt for Paul. It’s faint but he’s been here.
What is he doing all the way here? Seth wonders, changing his direction to where Embry is.
Better question is: why would he leave Y/N to worry without a warning? Jared reiterates.
He can’t remember ever leaving someplace without checking in with his imprint first and it’s not because she forces him to or because he’s ‘on a short leash’ as Paul used to tease him, rather because he senses Kim’s worries. It’s not a pleasant feeling to mirror, but Jared’s learned it’s a much lighter weight on his heart when he explains where he’s going and why; she breathes easier and his mind is free. So why did Paul go into the forest so far from where his home without telling his imprint? Doesn’t he feel Y/N’s worried sick?
That’s something he’ll have to explain to Y/N, not us. He doesn’t owe us anything. Embry exclaims, hearing Jared’s monologue.
Considering I left Kim alone with the kids, he better have an explanation for me too.
STOP! Sam exclaims, the rest of the pack falling silent. Paul’s close. Looking around, Sam makes sure the rest of the pack can get a sense of where he’s picked up a stronger, fresh scent. I don’t think he’s hurt. Or so he hopes. There’s no smell of blood in the air, but there are ways of injuring oneself without a single drop spilled. And worse…much worse.
It doesn’t take long for the rest of the pack to catch up, all of them taking different directions in the area in hopes of finding Paul.
He’s gone closer to the beach. Seth informs, following the invisible trail toward his friend.
Maybe he went for a stroll and we’re all overreacting? Jared questions only for Embry to remark.
If by ‘WE’ you mean Y/N, then you better get your thoughts under control. Even if she mistook the empty bed for a stroll, she’s in actual distress emotionally and that’s not something we ignore or judge. Unless you want a reminder of that time we all had to follow you to Canada because Kim swore you were abducted.
She didn’t mean to alarm you guys.
Embry snorts. She dragged me out of bed by my ankle and forced me to call the pack.
Okay, okay, I got the point. Jared grumbles as Seth stops, pointing his snout down a small hill.
I think I found him. Seth huffs as he angles his head to get a better look underneath the hill toward the narrow, overgrown path. I’ll shift.
Seth didn’t wait for the rest of them to respond before taking human form. Untying the shorts from his left leg, he covers up quickly.
“Paul?” Seth tries, hoping Paul would respond and he wouldn’t have to go down. Hearing nothing but birds chirping in return, Seth sighs. At least there are no vampires lurking or the birds wouldn’t be singing. They’d run in fear to the nearest shelter, just as any other sane being. The wolves are not quite as bright as them.
Considering climbing down, Seth furrows his eyebrows. It wouldn’t take long, but it would still waste time. The path seems clear enough for him to jump, the drop is barely 9 ft. Jumping is simpler, he concludes before taking his thoughts and acting on them.
After the rain of yesterday, Seth could see the dark mud of the path, yet the pine needles on top were already pale and moving with the breeze. Blinking fast, he looks ahead only for his lips to part.
Ahead, in the overgrown bushes that lay underneath the pine trees, sat Paul with his head in his hands and his knees supporting his elbows.
“Paul!” Running toward him, Seth places a hand on Paul’s bare shoulder. “You got us breaking a sweat today”, he chuckles. “I was genuinely terrified thinking about going back to Y/N without you.”
At the sound of her name, Paul flinches and his head snaps up to meet Seth’s relieved smile. It’s all that took for Seth’s smile to retreat and for his heart to drop.
Before him sat Paul, but his eyes are damp with tears that left streaks down his cheeks; all the way down to his chin from where the tears have dripped onto the soil. His lips are chapped and quivering as though he wishes to scream but he can’t breathe, robbed of the ability to use the oxygen that surrounds him. His body is trembling and if Seth didn’t know how hot wolves run, he’d think he’s freezing.
“What happened”, Seth sits beside him, his eyes unable to comprehend the devastation in Paul’s gaze.
“This is it”, Paul grimaces as if the act of speaking inflicts unbearable pain.
“What is?”
Looking ahead, Paul nods toward a tree a few steps away. “It’s where I saw her die.”
“That won’t happen”, Seth is quick to object. “We won’t allow it.”
Biting his lower lip, Paul shrugs. “It doesn’t matter what we do, this is where she’ll close her eyes for the last time.”
“How can you be so certain?” Seth narrows his eyes at him. “We aren’t giving up. As long as she’s breathing, we have a chance to save her!”
“I see it all the time”, Paul says quietly, “sometimes it’s different but the end is always the same.” And it drives him insane. One moment he’s holding her warm, bare body against his, the next she’s cold, limp, lifeless in his arms.
“Different how?”
“The first time I only saw her die, but now? I see images that lead to it.” Closing his eyes shut, Paul sniffles. “She’s running from something”, he chokes up. “Sometimes I’m with her, a few times I’ve seen Jacob, Embry once, but she’s alone most times”, Paul pauses as a shuddered breath passes his lips. “She’s terrified and I can’t protect her”, he grimaces. “And then she’s in my arms and I’m looking into her eyes and there’s nothing looking back at me.”
Covering his mouth, Seth stares at the spot Paul showed him. If that’s where Y/N dies, then maybe he has a way to make sure it doesn’t come true.
Digging into his pocket, Seth pulls out a lighter before standing straight.
“What are you doing?” Paul jumps to his feet as the flame dances at Seth’s command.
Raising his brows, Seth pulls out a folded sheet of paper from his back pocket. The grocery list isn’t as important as this. “If this is where she dies in your vision, then I’ll destroy it. If there’s no tree or path, how can she die here?”
Frowning deeply, Paul shakes his head. “You’d probably only change the spot where it happens.”
Snorting, Seth shakes his head as he holds up the lighter toward the paper. “Why were you here then? Why’d you leave Y/N alone just to come sit here?”
“Because I dreamt of it again! And for once, I knew where to go.” Running his hand down his face to wipe the tears, Paul purses his lips as he gnaws at the inside of the bottom one. “I needed to see it for myself. To find where it is.”
“So you’d know it’s real”, Seth nods. “Well it is.” He smirks, “And I’m willing to make sure it’s not anymore.”
“Do it”, Jared orders from the hill. “We can try it. We have to.”
“And if the whole forest sets on fire?” Paul turns to Sam who stood quietly.
“We will find a way to contain the fire.”
A small smile appears on Paul’s face as he looks Seth in the eye and nods. “Burn it all.”
While Paul had found a way to ease some of his worry, Y/N couldn’t sit still. She managed to find the few cleaning supplies her dearest wolf owns in Paul’s bathroom and decided to keep herself busy…as well as Jacob.
“Do I really have to”, Jacob whines as he pulls out a little bit of hair out of the drain. “You know I hate this stuff!”
“The girl from Ring will not appear and murder you”, Y/N deadpans. “She’s not real”, she reminds him before pausing, her eyebrows furrowing. “She’s not, is she?”
Chuckling, Jacob shakes his head. “I’ve only ever heard of vampires, shape shifters and rumors about witches.”
“Like Salem?” Her eyes widen. “They were real?”
“Something like that.”
Scrubbing the tiles, she bites her lower lip. Living her whole life as a devout bookworm, Y/N never imagined the things she read about could ever become reality. Older she got, less magic she found in the world. It’s like age siphons it out of you, replacing it with sarcasm and bitterness that settles roots inside the heart in order to flourish for years to come.
Paul feels like the cure to the toxins this tree has been secreting into her bloodstream. She’s been poisoned for so long that her mind became an abyss nothing light could ever penetrate.
She sees the light now, for the first time in a really long time, Y/N sees the end of the famed tunnel everyone’s been stuck in at least once in their life.
“He’s coming back, right?” Her voice is small, laced with fear and self-doubt Jacob wished she could shed.
Swallowing thickly, he turns to look at her, catching her eye in the mirror. “He’d be a damn fool not to.”
“I need him to not be a fool then”, she states and Jacob nods, reassuring her.
“He’ll come back.”
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PART 20
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Love Song for a Vampire Pt. 34
Pairing(s):Edward Cullen x Wolf!Reader, Jacob Black x Witch!OC
Warnings: none
Words: 2300
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You can hear the obvious deep words shared between Sam and the elders. Even as the others light-heartedly joked around with Dieufel and Nadege (who had turned back into her human shape), you were too concerned with what was going on on the porch. You try your best to train your ears on anything you could catch. Evita had slowly strolled in at some point but she'd noticed your face screwed up in concentration. She closes her eyes and attempts to listen as well.
"They're worried you guys are going to attract more vampires. Or. . . something worse." You murmur so you didn't disturb the others. Even Paul and Jared were distracted by Nadege conjuring large bubbles that float all the way up to the ceiling before popping. It made the younger wolves laugh; thoroughly entertained.
Evita's round face is calm. "They're right to be worried. That's the thing about magic. It attracts other beings, good and bad. Especially their family's magic. The wards will help but until we get all of them into position there will be vulnerable gaps." Her warm hand is soothing against your shoulder when she regards your agitated expression. "Don't be discouraged.
"This all seems like way too much for me." You quietly admit. "Too much for the others as well. Sam and Dieufel are nearly the same age. We're all so young." War. Jesus, that was what everyone was facing. Your pack had been lucky in the fight with Victoria and her newborns, but against all of the vampires of the Volturi? Not even the help of the Denali coven could make much of a difference.
You catch Eryld Ren's disgruntled voice bleed from the front of the house, as did the others in the kitchen you stall their conversation. The eyes of your packmates look to one another with concern as they strain their human ears to listen in on the conversation. Dieufel and Nadege, while trying to not look like they were eavesdropping, pick at spots on their attire here and there. This was technically a pack matter and you knew if the elders were aware of the witches listening in that they would be none too happy.
"Just because you're alpha doesn't make you free to do as you please!" The older voice bellowed out. You can hear tones coming quietly from the other elders but they're zipped shut by Eryld who is on the war path. "This is something that should have been discussed with us! You've brought these strangers and their magic into our land. Do you even know what you're doing? I swear young people these days don't think!"
Sam's voice in comparison to Eryld's is in a low, calm manner where no one in the kitchen was able to hear what he was saying. He knew how to best handle the elders and their old fashioned ways. And while he may have not been an actual elder on the tribe committee, he did have quite the sway. Especially if it was in regards to the safety of Forks and La Push. He was the one who led us. He still had a say in supernatural matters, things that the elders couldn't really understand for not even they had the honor of calling themselves wolf warriors even in their prime. They'd never felt the exhilaration of shredding out of your soft and vulnerable human flesh to a body that was made of muscle and strength. They had met no other vampires besides the golden eyed Cullens who were a far cry from the vampire norm. Never had the elders had to pray for their life while evading a bite from a red eyed newborn. How could they understand the quick thinking necessary in a situation like that? To you, it was the elders that had no right in barging in on pack business. The witches included that. Sam deeming them trustworthy should have been enough.
A wordless exchange occurs between Evita and Dieufel, her bright eyes in contrast to the dark depths of his. Dieufel takes a breath and passes by the two of you to go out into the living room and address the loud voices of the elders. The rest of you peek out your heads and watch with bated breath as confident Dieufel saunters across the small living room. Sam feels his presence and turns halfway. Both of them stood near the same height and most likely were around the same age. There's a wash of relief at Dieufel's intervening figure. He's grateful to have backup that Jared nor Paul could offer against the elders. An outsider.
"Hello gentlemen." Dieufel eloquently introduces himself with a small bow that has the older men's eyes rounding in surprise. He must look the sight to them as he did dress in exotically bright colors. He adds in a softer exhale "Thank you for having me on your lands. You're apprehensive of the threat we may bring in. My cousin and I have traveled far to help you though. We mean no harm whether intentional or otherwise. If we bring anything that's not of goodness, then we promise to deal with it ourselves. We understand the threat everyone faces in the local town. In honor of our Letizia, we want to help."
"He can charm a snake out of it's den, that one." Nadege quietly snickers against Evita's shoulder.
The rest of the conversation was continued with hushed voices so that everyone in the kitchen was huddled tightly around the door. Seth, Colin and Brady shove to make room for themselves since their hearing wasn't as good as the older members. Paul shushes them when they bicker amongst one another in the process. That quiets them down although you still catch a few hisses of 'move' or 'stop leaning on me'.
With tempers calmed in the front, nothing more could be heard from the men and eventually everyone's back grows sore from stretching out of the kitchen as far as they could without being detected. You stand up and stretch as does Embry and Paul.
"Well, sounds like these have been handled." muses Paul and returns to raiding the fridge for a small snack.
Evita happily nods. "Dieufel has always been the peace keeper."
Nadege leaps back onto the kitchen counter, her long legs stretched in front of her and kick gently. "Oh yes. He's the oldest among all of our cousins and always the one in charge of watching us. With eight squabbling cousins, he learned quickly how to make us calm."
"Is it your entire family that can shape shift?" Brady asks with stars in his eyes, not just for the prospect but also because of Nadege's charm. He's leaning against the small kitchen table that's pressed up to the window.
She nods, her lovely braids moving as she did so. "Yes. Our whole family has been able to turn into birds for as long as any of our relatives could remember. As long as we keep up with our practice, we can keep our bird forms. Once we get older though we can't shape shift. Our anman manman still misses her wings." Her voice grew quiet at that like she's remembering her grandmother who could no longer take to the sky as she'd done in her youth.
Their shape shifting power was much different from the wolves. As long as you kept transforming, it stalled the aging process and one could live much longer than an ordinary human. Sam had told you that when you voiced your worries about Edward. While imprinting tied your souls together, you were still moderately human. Edward could live for centuries but many wolves chose to stop shape shifting in order to age with their human partners. To soothe your worries of you growing old and dying before Edward, he'd told you that as long as you transformed, your aging would be delayed.
"Anman manman doesn't mind too much." Came Dieufel's voice from the entrance of the kitchen with Sam. Everyone had missed the sound of the front door closing and the start of car engines coming to life. "She's traveled more of the world than we have."
Paul straightens up. "Well what was the verdict?"
The light mood that had encapsulated those present suddenly dried up.
Sam sighs and props his large body up against the doorframe as Dieufel joins his cousin on the countertop. "Definitely not happy from being kept in the dark but whether they like it or not, the witches can stay. They want them gone though as soon as the wards are up."
You frown and counter with "But what if something happens to one of the wards? And what if we don't know if they're working yet?" You'd definitely felt a lot safer with Evita there. There was something about her magic that soothed your anxiety and any other negative feelings that ate away at you.
Sensing your distress, Evita puts a hand on your shoulder to comfort your so that Sam can reply. "I'll talk to Billy. He can put more sense into those guys than even I can. For now, we all need to get to work and help them however we can."
"Well, lets not waste precious daylight." Nadege hops off with ease. "Lets get started!"
Yes, no more talking. There was much work to be done for the three witches as they began to pilfer the cabinets for useable tools or ingredients. Evita said many household spices and such could be used and whatever she had left from her recent trip to Port Angeles. More river stones would need to be collected but Brady and Colin were more than happy to escort Nadege out to the forest along with the watchful eyes of Paul who knew that they'd probably be more underfoot than of help due to their puppy love with her. The rest of us were left to Sam's house as we rearranged the furniture in the living room once more like it was a couple of days ago. Those who hadn't been present during Sam's spat with the elders were most likely on patrol. It was just you, Sam, Evita, Embry and Dieufel who prepped the living room.
The knock at the door came as a surprise to everyone since you were so engaged with the task at hand. Sam, being the host, stands tall from where he'd been helping Dieufel move the couch flush against the neighboring wall. His long strides got him to the door in seconds. He opened it to find a nervous Bella Swan already chewing at her bottom lip. At the sight of Sam, she lets go of her lip and attempts to stand straighter in his presence.
"Hey Sam." her voice is quiet but you can tell she's trying her best to be brave in front of your intimidating alpha who towered over her with ease.
"Ah, the witch in training." Sam teases causing Bella's brows to arch in confusion to his words.
Quickly you and Evita shove Sam unceremoniously out of the way. "Bella! It's good to see you." You hastily greet her since Sam didn't. Excitedly you push Evita forward. "Evita, Bella. Bella, Evita."
You'd never seen the expression of pure awe on Bella's face before. Not like that. Her usually pale face had a glow to it when she looked upon Evita. Even knowing that Evita was Jacob's imprintee did not dampen the introduction. "I-It's nice to meet you." She holds out her hand for a shake which Evita eagerly grabs.
"Igualmente.. I'm sorry I didn't get a chance to say hello the first time you saw me."
Bella shakes her head. "No it's alright. You literally had your hands full." Her blush is dark and noticeable on her cheeks as she's trying her best not to stutter in front of her. "What you were doing. . . I can't stop thinking about it."
With her hand still holding Bella's, Evita brings her inside and sits her down on the newly moved couch. Bella's eyes catch Dieufel who watches with interest along with Sam. Evita follows her eyeline and says something to Dieufel in her native tongue. In response, Dieufel rolls his eyes and nudges Sam with his arm. "She wants us to leave. Says we're making the girl uncomfortable."
Bella's ears go red. "No, I-"
Sam just chuckles and shakes his head. "It's okay." He addresses the other male in the room. "Lets go see how the others are doing. I can show you through the forest if it will help you."
They go out through the kitchen's back door leaving the three of you alone. It was better like this. Too many people might have Bella even more nervous.
Evita doesn't waste time as we have little to spare. She goes to tell Bella what she had told yourself and Sam about her potential to wield magic. She explains what she had sensed during her crafting of the first ward, how she'd felt Bella the moment she entered the room. Even Bella breathlessly told Evita of what she had felt watching the witch in that moment. It had been an eye opening experience for Bella. One she couldn't push from her mind. She wanted to feel that way again. You'd give Bella credit to how easily she accepted this news.
"Now it won't be easy." Evita confesses, gauging Bella's face. "Since you did not grow up learning and using it. But if you work hard enough, you'll be able to at least meet a beginner's tier. Enough to learn how to make a ward."
Bella turns to you, confidence shining on her face. Confidence suited her. "I can do it."
You and Evita smile. And so Bella's training began.
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Chapter 8
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They boys head to their makeshift field and decided on the teams while the girls sit in their little area they made.
“Alright Me and Sam are captains. I get first pick” Embry said. He played on his schools team so he takes these games seriously. The teams are Emry, Jake, Quill ,Tyler and Sam, Paul, Seth,Jared
“Doesn’t it seem unfair. I mean Paul and Sam they are obviously bigger than the rest of them” y/n said concerned
“Yea but Embry knows the game well and him and Quil are an unbeatable duo.” Emily said
“Wait who’s gonna be the ref?” Seth asked
“Oo my sister can do it, She used to play when she was younger she knows the game right y/n!” Tyler said with pleading eyes. This is the only time she’s seen him this sweet.
“Fine I guess.” She gets up and heads to the boys.
“Y/n no cheating family doesn’t mean anything on the field.” Paul said looking at her with a smirk
“Yea but I don’t know i heard some things about Embry and Quil, I don’t think Tyler would be a problem.” Y/n snarked backed
The game starts and so far they’re playing fair. Couple minutes past and Emily was right about Embry and Quil they are kicking their asses. It’s 2-1 right now and they haven’t even hit halftime yet.
“Guys I’m not gonna lie, as grown men this is pretty embarrassing.” Emily commented
“I second that” Bella agreed
“They’re younger they have more energy and better stamina” Jared said
“No you guys suck.” said y/n
Finally after what felt like forever it’s halftime.
“That was literally the most sad first half I’ve seen.” Y/n said.
“Come on we didn’t know Seth would’ve been a terrible goalie.” Jared said
“He looked at y/n once and caused us a point.” Sam said
“He was practically gawking at you” Paul said with disgust
“I can’t help it look at her skin it’s sun kissed!”
“Stop looking at her toes!”
“But they’re pink and glittery….” Seth wined
“Alright guys it’s 3-1 let’s just call it quits” Jared said
“Yea I don’t wanna cry for Paul when you guys lose” y/n said
“Aww you’ll cry for me. That’s so sweet I’m touched!” Paul replied with a sarcastic smile
“Alright so you guys forfeit ?” Jacob asked mischievous smile
“Never” Paul replied with a smirk
“Come on Paul I wanna swim before the sun goes down!” Y/n said falling into him. Paul looked at her in her pleading soft eyes and before he could think he said
“We forfeit.”
“NOO PAUL WHY” Jared yelled at him falling on the sand. Paul instantly remembered why they didn’t forfeit.
“Cant blame him” Sam said going up to Emily with a kiss
“Oh my god why so dramatic about it, it’s just a game!” Bella commented
“We a team forfeits they have to take out shifts for the rest of the week.” Jacob said proudly
“What do mean shifts?” Bella asked. They all looked at Sam trying to figure out what they could telll the 2 girls who couldn’t know about the shifting.
“Um well you know It’s who has to clean up after every feast Emily cooks for us!” Sam said trying to convince them
“It’s literally just cleaning up how lazy can you guys be” y/n said
“Yea but they aren’t crazy like animals they eat like them too.” Emily complained
“Well I’m off to swim!” Y/n said throwing off her shirt at Seth and running to the shore. Seth stared at her in awe this just made his crush on her worse.
“Woah baby she’s hot.”
“Watch it.” Paul growled
“Easy Paul.” Sam whispered to him
“Do you have a crush on her seth?” Jacob ask him laughing
“What !? no….”
“She’s 17, your 14 it ain’t gonna happen” Jared said
“I can wait.”
“Guys come on there’a other girls” Sam said trying to keep the peace
“They’re not y/n tho” Paul said
“Oh what now you’re interested in her too? Now I don’t definitely don’t have a chance!” Seth threw his head back in defeat
“What? No im just saying there other girls for you, that are your age.” Paul told him
“Yea but remember you’re basically 19 so you can’t make a move.”
“Sure Seth just for you.”
“You guys stop fighting over her, Embry basically beat you too it anyways.” Quill said looking at Embry and y/n playing fighting in the ocean..
“Guys come on stop fighting let’s go in!” Emily said trying to keep Paul from wolfing out infront of Bella and Y/n.
They all are in the water, Bella soon left to meet up with her boyfriend.
Sam and Emily are together swimming and talking . The younger boys are ended up cliff diving with Jared.
Paul is just roaming around y/n not leaving her side. They some what were acting like children, y/n showing him how she doggy paddle, them having contests to see who can hold their breath the longest and just swimming around talking getting to know each other after a month of waiting.
“what’s your name” y/n asked
“Paul Lahote”
“Now tell me your story Mr.Lahote”
“Well, I’m 18 years old, people say I have a short temper but they’re just sensitive. My birthday is January 10th, greens my favorite color and I want to be a mechanic” he told her “now what’s yours.”
“Y/n Lara. originally city girl, I’m 17. My birthday is April 29th and my favorite color is purple. I don’t really know want I wanna do but a dentist sounds nice, oh maybe a vet.” she told him excitingly
“You know forks isn’t that bad” y/n says “it’s so peaceful, no crazy traffic, no loud noises coming from literally everywhere. Just trees, animals and rain. I feel so at peace.” she said floating soaking up the sun, waiting to see the sunset
“Do you miss Chicago ?” Paul asks her
“I miss the memories, my friends you know? I wouldn’t trade riding the transit for this. I officially love the west coast” she said swimming backwards
“Here come float with me” Paul pulled her. They both lay on their backs just staring at the sky, the sun is slowly starting to fall.
“I could totally take a nap here” y/n commenting “if I wouldn’t like float away becoming lost at sea”
“That would be a funny story to tell ” Paul chuckled before linking their hands “ I got you. don’t know what I would if I lost you.” The imprint on Sam started talking, this taken back y/n a bit.
“What do you mean?” She asked
“Oh um” Paul struggled to cover up what he said but quickly recovered “ you know before I could sweep you off your feet”
“Smooth” y/n said “you got competition tho”
“How will I ever compete with Seth!! A 14 year old who’s a mamas boy.” they laugh
“Come on let’s go with the others” y/n said grabbing his hand and swimming towards the shore.
Every was helping pack up, putting the food in the coolers, packing up the chairs and putting everything in the cars.
“Here let me help you” Paul said as he dusted off the sand of y/n blankets and folded them.
“Thanks Paul” she said
“Anytime” they head to her car to put them away. Once done they stood there.
“it was very nice to see you again. You’re pretty cool” y/n said
“Thanks you too. Didn’t know the girl who blasts oasis knew how to doggy paddle.” He said with a laugh
“Oof yea” she said closing her eyes due to embarrassment To be honest I blasted it because I was embarrassed that I called you sir. I thought I embarrassed myself I didn’t know you were 18 you look 20 with your build” She responded
“I’ll guess I’ll see you around the rez ? I gotta a get going tell Jacob and the rest I said bye and thanks for the invite !” Y/n said getting into her car
“Well bye I hope you too see you around soon. Drive safe” Paul hit the roof of her car and walked away.
Y/n waited for Tyler to get in the car and let him pick a cd. She began driving home thinking about how she finally met the boy from her dreams.
𝘗𝘢𝘶𝘭 𝘭𝘢𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘦
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#embry call#bella swan#edward cullen#jacob black#team edward#team jacob#twilight#twilight saga#fanfic#paul lahote#emily young#jacob black x reader#paul lahote x reader#paul lahote x y/n#twilight edit#twilight imagine
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my thoughts on manifest finale
an end of an era…
It goes without saying big props to all the cast and crew for such amazing storytelling for 4 seasons! Dang I’ll miss the 828 crew! I also want to add that Ben was giving strong manic red string energy for like the first 3.5 seasons so I found him annoying for a lot of the show but I’m glad I was actually able to enjoy his presence this last half lol
SPOILERS AHEAD
RIGHT OFF THE BAT IM SO GLAD I WAS ABLE TO EAT MY WORDS! I was convinced when zeke died that it was making room for jared and michaela endgame AND IM SO GLAD THAT IT WASNT! (i'm just going to ignore ep 15-19) and despite the bts romance between jr and melissa, zeke and michaela had much stronger chemistry imo and im soooooo glad they were endgame
i loved the conclusion of the 828 mystery and the callings and everything! when i first started the show i was so apprehensive as a former catholic about the biblical elements (just because i didn't want it to feel like propganda-y) but how they weaved elements of like noah ark's and like judgement day, i was okay with it
as for the whole ACTUAL ending (ie them landing back in 2013), i both love and hate time travel / alt timelines in shows because depending on how they explain it i can't wrap my head around it so hopefully any fellow 828'ers can help me out. so i understand that they were essentially given a second chance to right some wrongs and whatever but like for zeke and michaela, does that mean zeke will never go into the cave in 2017? since you find out the callings were basically memories, michaela tells zeke to "find her" in the divine consciousness so he had that "calling" in the cave - is this just a separate timeline? i'm kinda confused lol any help?
all in all thanks manifest cast and crew for an amazing 4/5 years of hard work!!!
#manifest tv show#manifest netflix#manifest spoilers#ben stone#michaela stone#zeke landon#zekaela#jared vasquez#cal stone#olive stone#drea mikami#manifest season 4
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Team Prime + Reader Who Works at Monarch (Part 3)
In which we see what the others think of you and I am Jared, 19. In my defense, the heat we're getting over here made me a little delirious. Remember to drink water!
If you haven't seen it already, I recommend @simping-overload's fic that was inspired by this series! It's a TFP/Pacific Rim crossover! 10/10 would recommend!
Anyways, thank you for the outstanding positive response from Part 2! I have no idea what I'll do in Part 4 since what I have planned will not be enough. I'm very open to suggestions and my inbox is always open! Let me know what you guys think and I'll see you guys in the next part!
Read Part 2 Here!
The US Government? Hiding secrets from its other secrets? It's more likely than you think.
Humans...hunt monsters? Sure they encountered an oddball creature when Team Prime landed on Earth but would they be considered a monster?
Of course, Ratchet and Arcee are probably the group's most reluctant Autobots. Yes, it is an annoyance that they have another human to protect now, but...it just doesn't sit well with them even if you are related to Raf. Arcee especially, given all the times you try to be subtle about your observations when she was in her alt mode. First MECH, now...what was it? Monarch? How many secret organizations do these humans needs?
Bulkhead and Jack seem pretty neutral about it. To Bulkhead, this just means they now have another brainiac on their side. To Jack, you don't seem like you'll do anything malicious. And Raf did say you were on a medical leave of sorts, hence your visit to Jasper. He has seen you around town, and he has also seen you following/observing the others when they were in town. He'll leave the questions to the Bots.
Miko is So Freaking Ecstatic! A secret agent that studies kaijus ("MUTOs, not kaiju.") for a living! That's so cool! What kind of monsters have you seen? ("...Some.") Can she come with you one day? ("I'll have to talk to my boss.") Are there any monsters in Nevada? ("Let's hope not.") Can the Autobots be classified as MUTOs? (You thought about it for a second before telling her that, while indeed they are Massive Organisms, they are not Unidentified or Terrestrial...no offense to her friends.)
Bumblebee is the only one that had the most exposure to you. While you had never properly interacted, he thinks you're really interesting! Raf always talks about you, and it increased ten-fold when the kid learned you were staying with his family for some time. He can see how happy Raf is with you, and that makes him happy. Bee had thought about trying to make contact with you whenever you trailed him but decided against it for obvious reasons.
Optimus Prime...well, he's taking it as you would expect for a Prime. Always looking at the positive side of things while being blunt about any risks that might come from this. A scientist who studies life that inhabits the Earth...affiliated with the same government in charge of watching his comrades and yet they were just as unknown to each other. While it doesn't sit right with him, he'll be sure to talk to Fowler about it next time he visits. He now understands why Raf would be rather vague about you sometimes. He was simply trying to protect you as he would with the Autobots.
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You took the grilling like a champ. You expected it to be more intense, but that could be prejudice stemming from all those sci-fi movies. But they haven't blasted you to your base atoms, so you call it a success!
"Say, can I ask a question now?" You asked. "If you're hiding out in a former missile silo...that means you have contact with Uncle Sam and his merry band. If that's the case, do you have some kind of POC?"
Miko cocks her head, "A...what?"
"It means Person of Contact," Raf explains. "They're asking about-" Suddenly an alarm went off, cutting off your nephew. It was loud, and the noise quickly bumped off the walls. You instinctually placed your hands over your ears as you shouted, "What is that? Are we under attack?"
Prime was quick to assure you, "Fear not, Dr. (Last Name). It is simply a proximity alarm. The only one who is able to trip it is-"
"PRIME!" An unknown yet familiar voice reached your ears.
You followed everyone's gaze to the new face in an ugly suit and an even tackier tie staring up at Optimus. You'd imagine whoever was the designated Person of Contact would be in full military fatigues as a way to display dominance as said sci-fi movies tend to do.
"Multiple disturbance reports in the shopping district, several accounts of a civilian being followed by Decepticons...didn't I tell you guys to stay out of trouble and out of the public eye?" You couldn't help but shift your eyes at the others, wondering what kinds of trouble they've gotten themselves into.
"I apologize, Agent Fowler." Wait a minute. "Due to circumstances beyond our control, we had to make contact with another human in order to ensure their safety from the Decepticons."
It doesn't take long before your eyes meet his, and it doesn't take long for your mouth to run away from you.
"Well mark my stars and stripes...It really is you, Corporal Fowler!"
#if your former us army ranger doesn't have a known rank then picking one at random works too#my writing#transformers#transformers prime x reader#transformers imagines#transformers headcanon#transformers x reader#reader insert#x reader#optimus prime x reader#tfp x reader#tfp imagines#tfp headcanons#tfp raf#tfp miko#tfp#tfp jack#tfp arcee#tfp ratchet#tfp bulkhead#tfp bumblebee#tfp optimus prime#legendary pictures godzilla#godzilla#legendary godzilla#monsterverse#monsterverse x reader#Fowler#agent fowler#tfp fowler
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Brother Knows Best (Rooster x Sister Reader)
"Hey! I absolutely loved your latest fic! Is there anyway I could request a reader who is Roosters adopted teenage sister she’s like 16 or 17 and he has custody over her.
Maybe she gets involved with a older guy who is around 19 or 20 and Rooster has a huge problem with it and starts a fight because he is so over protective and can see that he is bad news, and the reader sneaks out that night and runs away to the guy but ends up getting hurt and Rooster and maybe Maverick find her and she apologizes and it’s just a cute sibling moment.
I would love if you could write this but I also completely understand if you can’t!! Thanks in advance!!!"
FIRST OF ALL, YES I CAN ABSOLUTELY WRITE THIS!
SECOND OFF ALL, I LIKED THE IDEA TOO MUCH TO NOT WRITE IT TONIGHT SO MERRY CRISIS/CHRYSLER/CHRISM TO YOU DEAR ANON! *MWAH!* I KNOW IT'S KIND OF SHORT BUT I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!
TW: Assault, swearing, and being drunk
*****
You were tuning out your older brother. He was in the middle of scolding you for something you didn’t care about. He was too uptight, being a military man. You on the other hand, were the complete opposite. You weren’t even related to Bradley by blood, which explained so much about the differences between you two.
Carole Bradshaw adopted you when you were six, and she died when you were ten. You loved her to death, but it made you upset to think about her when you ended up with him. Bradley was such a friggin’ control freak and it drove you up the wall. You looked over to find Bradley staring at you, waiting for a response.
“Sooooooo are we done?” you asked him, the boredom dripping from your tone. Bradley made a face that was something between frustration and just giving up.
“You’re not seeing Jared again. He is seven years older than you! You are seven-fucking-teen!” he ordered.
“You joined the fucking Navy when you were eighteen, I’m basically an adult, Bradley!” you shouted back. He looked around and threw his hands up in the air.
“I got a JOB, when I was eighteen, I didn’t date a MINOR!” he countered.
You rolled your eyes and walked upstairs, Bradley shouting after you. FUCK he was so annoying. You slammed your door for good measure, and turned to read the text message that had caused your phone to ding.
“Hey baby, we still on for tonight?”
You texted Jared back with zero hesitation, wanting nothing more than to piss your brother off again.
“Hell yeah. Do you have my fake ID for me?”
‘“Course babe. Can’t fuck shit up without one.”
You turned your phone off and grinned like the Cheshire cat.
Excellent.
*****
Bradley sat on the couch, flipping through the TV blankly. Maybe he was too hard on you. He knew you had been given the crappy cards, crappier than his. But he just wanted you to be safe, that’s all he needed to know. He sighed and turned the TV off, it was nearing eleven thirty at night and Bradley wanted to try and have a civil conversation with you so he could sleep alright tonight.
He trudged up the stairs and knocked on your door lightly. You didn’t answer. He looked at the bottom of your door. Lights are on. He turned the knob and the door creaked open quietly. The pilot stuck his head into your room to peer around. SHIT. He pushed the door open all the way and looked chaotically around your empty room. He opened your closet to make sure you weren’t hiding from him, and he looked around maybe six times until he realized he was just spinning in circles.
Ripping his phone out of his pocket, he called the only person who knew you better than Bradley did.
“Maverick, my sister snuck out, and I think she ran off with that dickhead boyfriend,” he explained quickly.
“Any idea where they might have gone?” he asked, putting his shoes on in the background.
“None, maybe a bar? She wouldn’t go to the Hard Deck, Penny knows her. God, Mav, I have no idea,” he said, his words rushed and nervous. Maverick was quiet on the line for a second, and Bradley waited for the older man to answer him.
“Let me make some calls.”
*****
You were on the beach, sitting in the bed of your boyfriends truck. There was a bonfire going while Jared and his friends drank all the liquor your group of “friends” had collected. You were drunk, but not as drunk as Jared.
Jared was going on a very loud tirade about how all military men were a bunch of cowards and bitches. It was starting to make you uncomfortable. You often got pissed off by your brother, but he was a hero for all the shit he’s done and gone through. Don’t even get started on Maverick. You would defend your uncle until the day you died. You were starting to want to leave.
You saw it before you heard it, what with traveling faster than the speed of sound. An F/A-18 flew in a low pass past the beach, and you smiled a little. Late night training. Jared, on the other hand, threw a bottle into the air, with the hope he could hit the aircraft that only a drunk man could have.
“FUCK! OFF!” he slurred, shouting. Alright, enough was enough. You got out of the bed of his truck, hopping down to talk to Jared.
“Jared, I’m ready to go now,” you stated. He gave you a sneer.
“I’m not going anywhere yet,” he said. You stared back at him.
“But I want to leave now,” you said, trying to reason with him. You didn’t like Jared when he was like this, drunk off his ass.
He turned to look at the rest of the group, who were glaring at you, then backhanded you across the face so hard you fell into the sand. His rings had cut your face in a few places and you stared at him in shock.
You stood back up shakily and he punched you in the gut, knocking the wind out of you. You looked at your boyfriend with wild eyes, unsure why he was doing this. He slapped you once more and this time you didn't stick around. You were, literally, pounding sand. You ran into the dark night, unsure of where you were going to go.
You needed your brother.
*****
“They’re down by the beach, I had some late night trainees see if they could find his truck anywhere public they might be,” Maverick said, hanging up his cellphone.
Bradley’s phone began to buzz and he answered it before he could even read the caller ID.
“Hello?” he asked, frantic.
“Rooster, I just saw your sister come into the Hard Deck about five minutes ago. She was looking for you, man. She’s got some cuts and bruises on her face,” Bobs voice filled the other end of the line, full of concern, “I tried to make it over to her but she left and I couldn’t find her.”
“Bob! You’re the best!” Bradley hung up his phone and grabbed his keys. On the way out to his Bronco he told Maverick the information Bob had relayed to him.
The drive to the Hard Deck was about ten minutes, and Rooster gripped the wheel like his life depended on it. He was so concerned with finding you, it left the question of what Jared had done to you unanswered. Was Jared looking for you too? Were you in danger? Rooster was so caught up in his thoughts that Mavericks cry of surprise made him jump.
“There she is!” he shouted, pointing you out. Bradley pulled over and his headlights showed in your face. You squinted and prepared to bolt, scared that Jared found you and wanted to kill you or something.
Then you heard your brother and Maverick call your name, Bradley walking out from behind the bright lights.
“Bradley!” you sobbed, running into your brother's arms. You hugged him so tight he could take 9Gs of force and say awake.
“Don’t you ever do that to me again! Oh my god are you hurt?” He pulled you away to look at your face. Bob was right, you were super banged up. “What happened? Did he do this to you? I’m gonna fucking kill him.”
You hugged Bradley again, sobbing loudly, and he just cradled you, rubbing your back and telling you it was all gonna be okay.
“I’m so sorry Bradley,” you cried, pulling away, “I should have listened to you, the guy is a FREAK!” You hugged your brother again.
He didn’t care whether or not he was right or wrong, but he was right. He wasn’t going to ever vocalize it to you, but he just stood there, appreciating the fact that you were safe in his arms, his baby sister.
*****
“Bradley!” you shouted.
“Will you hold on just one second!? God you are so impatient!” he complained across the house.
You sat in front of the TV with the remote in your hands, as Bradley walked in with two bowls of ice cream. You laughed, then looked at him with the most intense deadpan stare that you could muster.
“Bradley, is the ice cream in your hands, fudge brownie?” you demanded.
“What else would it be?” he asked, concerned.
“Thank God,” you smiled. Bradley shook his head at your antics, handing you your sundae.
“You forgot my sprinkles, fucker.”
“Get them yourself.”
“If I ask for sprinkles, I expect sprinkles Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw!”
“Just press play.”
“Okay.”
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If You Challenged The Alpha
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You, Leah, Paul and Jared: *walks to bonfire*
Leah: *supports you*
Paul: *frowns and supports your other side* what’s so important that the council called us together?
Leah: *annoyed* probably has something to do with Jacob
Jared: it always has something to do with Jacob. If he brings up Rosalie I’ll fight his ass
You: *smiles* thanks
Paul and Leah: we’ve got you
Jacob: *stands behind Billy*
You: *chuckles* ow. He’s only standing behind Billy cause that’s how he gets any power
Sam: Billy why did the council call this meeting
Jacob: I’m here to challenge for Alpha
The Pack: *gasps and growls*
You: there’s no fucking way
Old Quil: Jacob is the rightful alpha
You: *rolls eyes*
Jacob: I, Jacob Black, challenge Samuel Uley for the Alpha role.
Sam: *stands* I accept.
Sue: *sighs* Time or Place, Sam
Sam: Place. The Clearing where we fought the Newborns
Jacob: *puffs chest and looks at you* tomorrow. High noon.
You: *growls*
~~~~~
The Pack: *at Emily’s*
Leah: why didn’t you reject his challenge Sam
You: rejecting would’ve meant conceding.
Sue: *holds up a book on Quileute Shifter legends* when Sam first turned, the Alpha role fell to him. Because it wasn’t earned through a challenge he can not decline it. When it is earned only then can a challenge be rejected
Leah: *takes the book and scans through it*
Seth: what’s going to happen?
Sam: The whole pack must be in attendance during the challenge. All simultaneously in wolf form.
Embry: but Carlisle said (Y/n) can’t shift
Sam: I’m sorry (Y/n)
You: don’t be. You needed the advantage. You’ve been to that clearing more than any of us has.
Paul: of course Jacob chose a time frame where he knew (Y/n) won’t challenge him
Jared: makes sense if the council is going off bloodline. she’s the only one who could take him on
Quil: *reads over Leah’s shoulder* When the challenger and defender start their challenge they will not be able to hear the other pack members.
Sue: and the pack members won’t be able to hear either contenders
Emily: and how is the winner determined *rubbing Sam’s shoulders*
You: a forfeit or death
The Pack: *quiets*
Sue: once that happens the pack and both contenders mind with connect again. And the winner will formally acknowledge their role as Alpha.
Leah: *reads* if the challenge wins they must acknowledge their role with the phrase “I, full name, am your new Alpha”. If the defender wins they must acknowledge their role with the phrase “I, full name, remain as your Alpha.”
Seth: is there anything we can do to help?
You and Sue: no
Emily: but we can make sure Sam is well fed, with the proper sleep and ready for the challenge tomorrow
~~~~~
The Pack: *stands outside Emily’s house*
Sam: brothers and sisters, by the end of today I may no longer be Alpha but I want to thank you all for letting me guide you to the best of my ability. You’re all incredible people and I’m honored to have you all as my pack mates.
You: he’s going to make us cry
Jared: *pack call chirps and smacks Sam in the back*
The Pack: *follows*
Jared: see you there brother *shifts and runs to the clearing*
The Pack: *follows*
You: *hugs Sam* you got this *smiles at him* show that little sucker whose boss
Sam: Thank you (Y/n/n)
You: *takes a deep breath, winces and shifts*
The Pack: *stands in a circle and waits for both contenders*
The Council: *watches from a distance*
Paul: ‘This is nerve racking’
Quil: ‘tell me about it’
Jacob: *arrives*
Sam: *arrives*
Jacob and Sam: *snarls and circles each other*
Jacob: *pounces and teeth bared for Sam’s neck*
Sam: *dodges and lunges at Jacob’s ribs*
Jacob: *falls with a crack, bites Sam’s leg and tosses him back*
Sam: *rolls into Quil*
Jared, Paul, and You: ‘get up Sam’
Jacob: *attacks Sam’s flank*
Sam: *tries to push Jacob off*
Jacob: *claws Sam’s shoulder*
Sam: *yelps*
Jacob: *slashes Sam’s muzzle and bites down on Sam’s chest*
The Pack: *hears both Jacob and Sam’s thoughts*
Sam: ‘I concede.’
Jacob: *still attacking*
Leah: ‘Jacob stop! You’re killing him’
You: ‘Jacob!’
Seth: ‘you won!’
Paul: ‘acknowledge your role’
Jared: ‘he surrendered’
Everyone: ‘Jacob!’
Sam: *thinks about his whole shifting journey*
You: *growls and The Pack’s voices fade*
Jared, Paul and Leah: ‘(Y/n)?’
Billy: what is she doing!
You: *tackles Jacob off Sam and pins him to the ground* ‘You we’re going to kill my brother!’
Jacob: *snarls* ‘I’m you’re brother! I am the Alpha!’
You: ‘No you’re not!’ *bites his shoulder*
Jacob: *throws you off* ‘I reject the challenge!’
You: ‘You should’ve read the legends!’ *rushes at him*
Jacob: *tries to jump over you*
You: *bites his leg and slams him into the ground*
You and Jacob: *fight*
Old Quil: how is this possible!
Sue: *smile* Jacob didn’t acknowledge. He left the position open for too long.
Billy: *scowls* why would Jacob accept a challenge
Sue: there was nothing to accept or reject. Jacob didn’t put himself in a position to do either
Jacob: *slams into your injured ribs*
You: *yelps*
Jacob: *pins you down*
You: ‘you will have to kill me to get the Alpha and when you do they’ll see you as you are’
Jacob: *rage* ‘And when you’re dead Blondie is next’ *bites at your neck*
You: *eyes darken, claws at his eye and kicks him off*
You and Jacob: *fight*
You: *with the advantage*
Jacob: *on the ground*
You: *stalks towards him*
Jacob: ‘they will never bow down to the weaker sex’
You: *alpha voice flickers* ‘And you will suffer greatly for it’ *pounces*
Jacob: *pants* ‘stop! S-stop.’
You: *hears the pack* ‘I, (Y/n) Judith Black, am your new Alpha!’
Leah: *howls first*
Sam: *follows and bows*
The Pack: *follows*
You: *growls at Jacob*
Jacob: *bows*
You: *glares at Old Quil and Billy*
#if you series#twilight saga imagine#twilight saga#twilight imagines#twilight#quileute pack#quileute pack x reader#quileute pack imagines#quileute shapeshifters#Jacob black sister#Leah Clearwater#Leah Clearwater x platonic!reader#Leah Clearwater imagines#Rosalie hale#rosalie lillian hale#rosalie hale x reader#rosalie hale imagines#rosalie hale imagine
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Happy Wednesday everyone. Woo WOO! Thank you @artsyunderstudy for the tag!
The Class Menagerie is almost done. I thought that the deadline was today, but it's actually September 10th. I might be turning 25 in less than a month, but I guess that at some moments, I am Jared 19. It's a good thing I have some extra time. All the animals have been found, but I am once again stuck on the whole romantic ending thing, where my aroace ass is basically thinking: "How do they go from rescuing animals to kissing?"
This later deadline also makes me feel less guilty about thinking about my Snowbaz TOTK-inspired fic. I am having a lot of fun with the world building here. (Plot who idk her shhh shhhhh!!!)
I am not pretending to be creative here. In this fic, the Sky Islands were also created by an ancient magickal species and guess what I called them? The Sonai.
“I am a Mecha,” it says.
“A Mecha?”
“Yes, built by the Sonai. I am a Nursing Mecha and I have been looking over you.”
I blink a couple of times. I need to process this.
“What are the Sonai?”
“The Sonai are an ancient civilisation. They are long, long gone. They built this place, but after many decades, they decided to leave the World of Mages. The Land Up Here and us Mechas are the only things that are left of their time.”
“The Land Up Here?”
I look around. I realise I am on a Sky Island.
“The Sonai were powerful beings,” the Nursing Mecha says, “Yet, naming things wasn’t their strongest suit.”
The Nursing Mecha makes some noises. Is it laughing?
For the non-Zelda fans, in the original game, the Sky Islands were made by the Zonai. Also, I called the surface The Land Below There.
As I mentioned, I don't want to use the story of Tears of the Kingdom, so it's fun figuring out what I can use (and potentially adapt) from the game. Right now I have the Zonai, the Constructs, the dragons and uhhhh... the ARMOUR. Yes, this is all so that I can put Simon in the Frostbite shirt:
Come on, guys!!! It has an open back, which would work perfectly for his wings!
If I had more artistic talent, I'd draw it. AND I WOULD GIVE SIMON THE PEARL EARRINGS TO MATCH.
And now, the weather: @quizasvivamos @blurglesmurfklaine @coffeegleek @esperantoauthor @otherworldsivelivedin @caramelcoffeeaddict @sillyunicorn @bazzybelle @dragoneggos @raenestee @tectonicduck @nightimedreamersworld @urban-sith @thnxforknowingme @captain-aralias @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @justgleekout @cerriddwenluna @tea-brigade @ivelovedhimthroughworse @moodandmist @whogaveyoupermission @bookish-bogwitch @confused-bi-queer @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @ionlydrinkhotwater @1908jmd @special-bc-ur-part-of-it @larkral @chen-chen-chen-again-chen @cutestkilla @nausikaaa /@wellbelesbian @martsonmars @facewithoutheart @shrekgogurt @boyinjeans @rockitmans @bitbybitwrites @blackberrysummerblog @whatevertheweather
#i am a huge fan of the combo of the archaic legwear and the frostbite shirt and no headgear so that link's hair is untied#but ideally i'd also add the pearl earrings to the look#but for some reason#link ties his hair while wearing jewelry#so alas#wip wednesday#tagged in
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I'm really glad that Zeeshan was able to help you get the mo ey unfrozen!
I thibk it really depends on where you work how much freedom you have to help customers like that. I remember when I worked in a call center if we went off script it was absokutely a ding against us and they let us know we would be fired. Even if we could help normally.
But now that I work in a hotel its a lot easier to help people out (if possible).
Some places just REALLY want to cover their own asses at the expense of good customer service and it's infuriating.
at every company that has thrown jared (19) at me i have found AT LEAST ONE person who can read and actually solve a problem and yes this includes amazon, booking dot com, and paypal
#have to try several times to get one but i do eventually get one#which companies are firing people for helping. name and shame.
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Simulacra(1, 2, PD) Incorrect Quotes Part 2
These mainly take as if it was somewhat the Content AU(their nicknames, genders, and other) and mixed slightly with canon, depending on the quote.
I may do art of them at some point, feel free to do art of them yourself though, if you want, just tag me since I'd want to see it.
For context:
-The first Simulacra(from Simulacra 1) is nicknamed Phoney.
-The second Simulacra(from Simulacra 2) is nicknamed Ripple Man, obv.
-The Pipe Dreams Simulacra is nicknamed Flappee.
-The MC from the first game is labeled MC 1, MC from the second game being labeled as MC 2.
-The MC from Pipe Dreams is labeled MC PD.
Flappee: I woke up and chose VIOLENCE. I WILL COMMIT ARSON AND BURN EVERYTHING TO THE GROUND!!! I AM ANGRY-
Teddy: Awwww, you’re so adorable! Give me a hug~
Flappee: Wh-What? nO, yOURE SUPPOSED TO BE SCARED OF ME! TREMBLE BEFORE MY WRATH-
MC PD, recording: This is so cute.
Flappee: I dare you to kiss the next person who walks into this room.
Teddy: Screw that, I’m not kissing any of you.
MC PD walks in
Teddy: Fine, I’ll do it. Rules are rules you know.
the Squad cleaning up
MC PD: Pick up the nearest piece of trash and throw it away.
Flappee, to Teddy: Aight, which bin do you wanna go in—
Arya: Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the things you lost throughout your life.
Rippleman: It would be nice to have my sense of purpose back…
Rex: Oh wow, my childhood innocence! Thank you for finding this.
Mina: My will to live! I haven't seen this in years.
MC 2: I knew I lost that potential somewhere.
Maya: Mental stability, my old friend!
Arya: Jesus, could you guys lighten up a little?
Mina: Who the fuck added me to a fucking group chat?
Maya: >:O language
Rippleman: Yeah watch your fucking language
Rex: Okay, who taught Rippleman the fuck word?!
Arya: 'The fuck word'.
MC 2: Are you stupid? You guys use the f word all the time
Rippleman: Oh my god they censored it
Arya: Say fuck, MC 2.
Rippleman: Do it, MC 2. Say fuck.
Arya: Who else is hiding in the laundry room trying to listen to MC 2 and Maya's convo?
Mina: Me. I'm in the laundry basket.
Rippleman: I'm in the washing machine.
Rex: I'm in the closet.
Mina: We accept you Rex. <3
Rex: No I'm literally in the closet.
Mina: Love is love. <3
Arya: She was poetry, but he couldn't read.
MC 2: His name was Jared he's 19.
Mina: When his parents built a very strange machine.
Rippleman, singing: Watch that scene, digging the dancing queen.
Maya, singing: Eyyyy, Macarena!
Rex: Horrible job everyone.
Murilo, to Rippleman: Why is MC 2 not talking?
Rippleman: I'm playing the silent game with them.
Murilo: Well, then you just lost.
Rippleman: I lost two hours ago. I gave them ear plugs and told them to close their eyes. It was the only way I could think of to get them to shut up.
MC 2: Why's it called an oven when you of in the cold food and you of out hot eat the food?
Murilo: …What???
MC 2: I don’t think we can mansplain, manipulate, or malewife our way out of it this time.
Murilo: cracks knuckles Manslaughter it is!
MC PD: I think MC 2 is in trouble.
MC 1: Alright. Struggling to give a fuck, if I’m honest.
Rippleman: Hey bro, what do you want to eat?
Phoney: The souls of the innocent!
Flappee: A bagel.
Phoney: No!
Flappee: Two bagels.
Flappee: It’s impossible to make a sentence without using the letter A.
Phoney: Despite your thinking, it is quite possible, yet difficult, to form one without the specific letter. Here’s one more to further disprove your theory.
Rippleman: Fuck you.
Rippleman: Now, Flappee, all of us are doing this because we care about you, okay?
Phoney: Except for me. I just wanted to see the look on your face.
Rippleman: Where is everyone?
Flappee: Phoney had a nervous collapse, MC 2 is looking after them, MC 1 is trying to kill MC PD, so I’m in charge.
Rippleman: Oh my god!
Flappee: I know, right?
MC 1: Man, they look like a real handful. How do you deal with them?
Phoney, watching Flappee screaming, Rippleman trying to set a sleeping MC PD on fire, and MC 2 choking on air: I don't know either.
Taylor: When Phoney was born, the gods said, "They're too perfect for this world."
Anna: Please. When they were born, the devil said, "Oh, competition."
Anna: Hey, check out my Spongebob umbrella!
Anna opens their umbrella while indoors
Taylor: Anna, that’s bad luck…
Anna: Chill out, Taylor!
Phoney, kicking down the door: WHO SUMMONED ME?!?!
Anna and Taylor: screams
Anna: How do you do that?
Taylor: I'm fearless.
Phoney: I saw you run from bees yesterday. You flailed around and tripped over a chair. It was both hysterical and sad.
Taylor: I'm mostly fearless.
Mina: What do rainbows mean to you?
Arya: Gay rights.
Rippleman: There's money.
Murilo: The sign of God's promise to never destroy the whole Earth with a flood.
Rex: It is an optical phenomenon that separates sunlight into its continuous spectrum when the sun shines on raindrops.
Murilo: Anyone d-
Arya: Depressed?
Rex: Drained?
Mina: Dumb?
Rippleman: Disliked?
Murilo: -done with their work… what is wrong with you people…
#simulacra#simulacra 2#simulacra pipe dreams#simulacra headcanons#simulacrum#simulacra au#simulacra arya#simulacra mc#simulacra game#simulacra rex#simulacra murilo#simulacra taylor#simulacra anna#simulacra mina#simulacra maya#simulacra teddy#for fun#because why not#incorrect quotes#shitpost
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h o m e c o m i n g | twilight ; e.call
** all images made by me. prompt credits go to the makers of the lists I used which can be found[ here ] [here] [ here ] [ here ] [ here ] [ here ] [ here ] [here] [here]and [here] - a huge thanks to all the wicked talented creators of these prompt lists. **
𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚠𝚘 - 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚜
↪ summary
--- you're toilet - papering / egging Mike Newton and you run into an old friend in the form of an older Embry Call while you're buying eggs. Fluff ensues. [ PT 1 of 2 ]
↪ pairing / fandom
--- female!Imprint reader x Embry Call - Twilight.
↪ warnings
--- All parties involved are 18, except Mike, who is 19. Reader is Quileute but lives in Forks. Tooth rotting fluff, a lots of accidental and lingering touches, heavy on the internal monologue.
↪ taglist, babes
--- my taglist is [here] if you'd like to be on it. huge hug to my bestie @tbmunson because i love her and without our talk, this idea wouldn't have come together as well as it has.
@krys-orion
@moonileo
@m-rae23
Every cell in his body tenses up. He turns his nose upward, sniffing. Leah nudges Seth and Seth clears his throat, gazing at Embry with his brows knit together in concern. “Embry? Are you good, man?”
“Y-yeah. Just feeling a little weird. Hey, is Emily baking anything that has marshmallow in it right now?” Embry mumbles the question, half-dazed. Beside him, Jared and Paul begin to snicker quietly amongst themselves.
Leah studies Embry intently.
“Are you sure you’re okay? Your face… it’s really flushed right now.” Leah gives her pack mate a look of maternal concern and she leans outward, placing the back of her hand against his forehead. As soon as she feels the searing heat that’s taken over his body, she hisses and snatches her hand away.
But she’s grinning like the cat who ate the canary and this prompts Embry to raise a brow and scoff. “What? What’s that look for?”
“Seriously?” Quil questions.
“Seriously. What the hell are you all looking at me like that for, hm?” Embry deadpans.
And then, the scent is stronger. And his vision begins to tunnel as his skin tightens almost painfully. When he doubles over and grits his teeth, swears pushing through his tight clenched jaw, Paul and Jared share a look and Jared claps a hand down on his shoulder. “You’re imprinting.”
“This is what that feels like?” Embry glances up at the other male, pain filling his eyes. “Are you fucking kidding me right now?”
“Oh no. Nope, not at all. It really does hurt that bad.” Seth remarks, Quil’s solemn nod in agreement has Embry swallowing down a massive lump in his throat. His heart’s sped up and the urge to let his other form take over, long dormant by now, that takes over and before he realizes it, he’s running. Ignoring the brambles and the limbs, everything around him but the sweet scent of the one thing he’s longed for most of all.
Seth and Quil shift too, determined to be there to ‘help’ their best friend through this major milestone -and Quil bringing his clothing so that when Embry is finally face to face with you at last, he’s not bare-ass naked with no explanation as to why.
Because that would be awkward.
As he runs, all he can think about is a) it’s finally happening after all this time and b) he finds himself thinking about you and this is something he used to do all the time before you moved away and something he’s made a strong effort not to do in at least two years now. He finds himself hoping against hopes that somehow, you’re his imprint…Because he’s missed you so much and he’s always been drawn to you.
And if you are his imprint, the reason why is crystal clear to him now.
–
You’re pushing the cart through the parking lot of the reservation grocery store when you feel someone’s eyes glued to you. Paranoid because of all the toilet paper in your trunk and the four boxes of eggs in your cart right now, you freeze and your eyes dart around all over. But you don’t see anyone, so you start your trek back to the black Mustang parked a few feet ahead. Your car is in sight when you hear your name being shouted by a very familiar voice.
It’s the boy who lives down the street from your grandparents.
The boy you spent hours playing with before your mother decided she wanted to run off with your real father and uproot you. You’ve only been living in Forks for a little while and if your mother knew you were on the reservation -or that you’d visited your grandparents, she’d probably be less than thrilled. All of this falls to the wayside in your mind as you freeze in place and gape at the man that the boy next door has grown into.
He stands at least 6’5 and he’s so muscular. Strong facial features. He’d always been cute before but now… Oh god, now he’s handsome enough that you’re literally too stunned to speak or form a coherent thought. You’re frozen in place staring and no matter what you try to do to stop it, you just… can’t.
Embry’s standing in front of you now. You can’t make out what he’s saying at first due to your own rapidly beating heart, but then he’s picked you up off your feet and he’s squeezing you in a bear hug so tight you can barely breathe as he spins you around a little and you’re hugging him back, laughing.
“Embry? Holy shit, you’re a giant.”
He chuckles at your comment. You gaze at him in concern because now that the shock -and awe, of seeing him again has worn off, you realize how hot he was and you’re worried. You raise your hand before you can stop yourself from doing it and you place the back of it against his forehead. “You’re burning up!”
“Guys are naturally hotter than girls. I’m fine.” only it comes out way too fast and he wants to kick himself. He should’ve already grown out of his awkward phase by now and the fact that he obviously hasn’t is irritating for him. You lick your lips as you stare up at him, still worried.
“I’m fine.” he reassures you again.
“Okay.” you mumble, your voice coming out soft. Dazed.
You’re staring at him and you can’t stop. Embry’s gaze breaks away from you and settles on your cart.
“Wow.” he chuckles and the sound is so deep and husky that you suck in a breath before you realize you’re doing it. You reluctantly step away from him just a little and you glance back at your cart filled with boxes of eggs that you’ve just purchased.
When he does it, it surprises him. He never realized that imprinting came with the nifty side effect of being able to gauge your moods by the sweetness of your scent and as soon as he picks up on the hints of arousal in addition to the fact that you’re a little upset and more than a little surprised to bump into him when you’ve been thinking about him nonstop lately, well.. He shuffles his feet just so that he doesn’t get hard and make things weird. He gazes at you for a few seconds and you’re staring right back.
One of you really should say something.
“Why do you have so many eggs?” he blurts it out and immediately wants to kick himself because it’s not his business and there’s so many other things he could’ve said.
At first you don’t answer, you’ve turned away long enough to unlock and open your trunk so that you can load the eggs into it with the toilet paper you’ve already gotten. As soon as Embry catches sight of all the toilet paper, he’s more than a little curious. “Why do you have so much toilet paper and eggs - nevermind.. I don’t wanna know, do I?”
You giggle to yourself because for some reason, when you open your mouth you’re hit with a fit of giggles instead of actual words and you’re dying for a portal to another dimension to open and swallow you, but since this isn’t going to happen, you’re stuck in the situation. You step closer to him before you can stop yourself and you’re toying with the collar on his jacket as you stare up at him. “You probably don’t.” you finally manage words.
Embry picks right up on the shift in your mood and he gazes at you in concern. “Are you okay?” he questions, “What’s going on?”
You sigh and laugh. “I was an idiot to think a college guy liked me? I mean, seriously.. What the hell was I thinking, Embry?” you shake your head at yourself and he tenses just slightly. “What happened?”
“Well, I was supposed to be dating Mike.. But apparently, the new has worn off and Mike wants to see other people… And by other people, I mean he wants to see the new girl in town.”
Embry grumbles to himself and shakes his head. “What’s that have to do with the toilet paper and the eggs, though?” he asks as he stares down at you. All he can do is stare. You were always pretty but now.. Now you’re beautiful. And his little crush from back then is so much more than a little crush now. And hearing you admit that you were hurt by Mike Newton of all people, well.. It’s taking everything in him not to find Mike and punch the guy. Hurt Mike like Mike’s hurt you.
You laugh softly. “Well, while he’s at the Homecoming game with his new toy, I’m going to toilet paper and egg his house. And that stupid Jeep.” you say it in a sheepish little tone and Embry snickers quietly. “Are you sure that’s a good idea? I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
He just doesn’t want you to get in trouble.
“I think it’s a great idea.” you insist. “It’s happening. Mike’s had this coming for a while. I’m not the only girl he’s ghosted.” you mumble, drowning in the depths of Embry’s dark brown eyes as you stare up at him. Embry’s finger tucks beneath your chin when you go to drop your gaze and he’s making you look up at him. “Mike’s an idiot.”
“I know this.” you laugh softly. “If it helps, I’m not just toilet papering and egging his house.”
“Okay, yeah. This really doesn’t sound like a good idea.”
“What else is there to do in Forks, hm?” you question, shrugging as you give him this cute little troublemaker smirk. Embry chuckles and before he can stop himself, he’s stepped even closer.
You suck in a breath when you feel his hand brush up against your hip. Your eyes dart down and he starts to remove his hand but you give him this little pout that makes him change his mind and leave his hand where it is.
“Okay, alright. But I’m coming with you.” -and as soon as he says it, he’s not entirely sure whether it’s just to make sure you’re safe or if maybe there’s not some small part of him that just wants to do something to get back at Newton for the way Newton’s hurt you.
Both reasons fit, so he reasons that it’s got a little to do with both.
You raise a brow and blow at some hair that’s fallen into your eyes as you stare up at him for a few seconds and find yourself stepping even closer, closing the sliver of space left between your bodies. “Oh you are, hm?” you ask, a playful and teasing tone to your voice that has your cheeks on fire.
“I am.” Embry asserts, stepping even closer. Swallowing down a lump in his throat when your body brushes against his just lightly.
“We should get going then. The Homecoming game starts soon and I want to make an appearance, just so nobody realizes I’m one of the people behind it..” you laugh softly as you say it and Embry chuckles, nodding his head.
“Are you asking me to go to the Forks High Homecoming game with you? Because I totally will.”
“Maybe I am.” you bite your lip as you find yourself staring back up at him.
–
The stands are jam packed when the two of you enter through the chain link fence. The smell of burgers from the concession stand fill the air and right now, despite not having stuck around for the food at the bonfire he left to find you earlier, Embry’s not even a little worried about his own hunger.
At least not in the food sense.
Mike spots you walk in with a guy who looks familiar and despite himself, he can’t help but stare as the two of you walk past. He calls out to you and you roll your eyes.
“Who’s he?”
You laugh. The fact that he’s even asking the question is annoying for you. He’s the one who gave you this long speech about needing space. He’s the one who was all over some girl at the movie theater not even a day later.
“What’s the matter, Mike?” you question as you gaze at the blond male and lean against Embry’s side. Embry, you can’t help but notice, has slipped a muscular arm around your waist and he’s staring at Mike with a scowl on his face.
“I thought we had a thing? Who’s he?”
“You know who I am, Newton.” Embry speaks up. His tone is calm. It’s almost too calm. But unlike his pack mates, he’s had endless time to practice self control, so despite everything in him telling him to just deck the guy and end it there, he’s reigning himself in.
But God does he want to deck Mike.
Mike hurt you, even though you’re pretending he didn’t. Embry can tell.
Mike gazes at Embry with a blank look and then he chuckles. “Wait, you’re that guy… Jacob’s friend, right?”
“Mhm.” Embry answers, not bothering to return the smile. He smirks instead. “And I’m kind of here with her tonight, so… We’re going to find our seats now, Newton.” Embry replies, gazing down at you and smiling. “Where do you wanna sit?”
“Well, I did tell Christine and Marley I’d sit at the top.. That’s okay, right?”
Embry chuckles. “So we’ll sit at the top. But we better go, tiny. Looks like the top is filling up.” he nods to the top section of the home side bleachers. You’re still trying to process because when he called you tiny in that low and husky tone, it definitely did things to you. You finally manage to answer. “Y-yeah. We should get up there.” you smile up at him and for the second time in an hour, you can feel your body burning up as he stares down at you and smiles.
His smile is the most beautiful thing you’ve seen in a really, really long time and as soon as the thought crosses your mind, you’re flustered even more by it.
As the two of you make your way up into the stands, Embry’s hand settles on your lower back and he stays close behind you.
“Did you get the stuff?”
“I got it. I had to go to the res to see my grandma and get the eggs.”
Christine giggles, nodding to Embry. “And pick up a hunk?”
“Chris, oh my god!” you’re giggling, but you nod. “This is Embry Call. He’s one of my best friends. I mean, he was.”
“I still am.” Embry chuckles, settling into the bleacher above the one you’re sitting on. You’re leaned back against them, one of his legs on either side of you and neither of you are thinking anything at all of this. When you rest your arms on his legs, he gasps before he can stop himself and you can feel his thighs tense just slightly. You pout a little and start to sit up but he leans forward and down, his mouth next to your ear and the warmth of his breath tickling it. “It’s fine.” he mumbles, that husky tone making you almost whimper before you can stop yourself.
Embry hears your quiet little whimper and he bites his lip, taking a shaky breath or two. On the one hand, he can see exactly why Sam always kept the imprinter away from their imprintee for a while back then, on the other, he knows he’d never have been able to adhere to the guidelines, not when you’re the girl his inner wolf chose.
About halfway into the second quarter, Christine nudges you. “If we’re going, we better go.”
“Yeah.” you answer.
Embry chuckles and he stands, reaching out to grab hold of your hand. He pulls you up like you don’t weigh anything and you gulp because you’re molded against him as he’s done so. “You smell yummy.” you blurt it out and you want to disappear as soon as you realize that you weren’t just thinking it in your head, but you said it out loud.
“So do you.” Embry chuckles as he says it, staring at you for a good six seconds before he points out that your two best friends have gone down already and they’re calling your name from the ground.
“Right. I uh.. I guess we should get down there.” you mutter, dazed.
“We should. If you really want to do this.” Embry studies you intently. You nod. “Oh, it’s happening. He did this to Christine and Marley too.”
“He’s a douchebag.” Embry mutters as he reaches down and pulls the zip on your jacket up when he catches sight of you shivering in the cold night air. You laugh softly.
–
“Let me see that.” Embry’s behind you, wrapping his arms around your body as he positions the roll of toilet paper in your hands. “Toss it up now.” he instructs, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. You pitch the roll of TP upward and it wraps around a massive tree branch. You grab it when it hits the grass and you start to run, twisting it around the trunk, laughing as you do so. Embry takes an egg and tosses it at the tree and he laughs.
The two of you are racing down the Newton’s front lawn just as Mike’s father opens the door and the second you’re inside your car and speeding away, Embry reaches out to lower the volume on your radio. “Are you hungry?”
“I could eat.” you answer, glancing over at him.
He chuckles. “We can stop by the diner. I mean, if you want to.”
“Are you asking me to get a burger with you, Embry? Because I totally will.” you smile at him. He chuckles again and nods. “I am.”
You pull into the spot next to Marley’s Camaro and put the car in park. But neither one of you really make an effort to get out right away.
“I really miss you, Embry.”
Embry’s entire face lights up when you say it. “I missed you too. What happened?”
“The sperm donor came crawling back. My mom believed his lies and packed me up to move to some base out in Texas? Then they broke up again and my mom decided she wanted to come home, but like.. She didn’t think my grandma and grandpa would let her live with them, so we had to get a place in Forks.”
Embry cringes. “That sucks.”
“It does. But at least I’m back now, right?” you glance up at him, hopeful look in your eyes. “We can be friends again.”
,, We can be whatever you want, tiny. I just want you.” the thought comes but wisely, he keeps it to himself instead of just blurting it out. It’s hard not to, but Embry manages. He nods to the flickering neon in the diner window. “We should, uh.. Get in there, huh?”
You grin and nod. “We should. I think Marley and Christine are in our usual booth? We come by here at least twice a week after school.” you’re babbling as the two of you make your way up to the door leading into the diner. Embry presses against you lightly from behind to open the door for you and you glance up at him, swallowing hard. Smiling.
You step in the door and Embry bumps into you from behind when you stop to scan the crowded diner for any sign of Christine and Marley. You scowl and roll your eyes when you see Mike and his new flavor of the week sitting in a window booth, laughing and talking. “Hope she knows what she’s in for when he gets bored.” you muse to yourself.
You spot Christine and Marley in your usual booth towards the back and you turn to face Embry, smiling up at him. Lightly gripping the front of his jacket as you lean against him a little because no matter how hard you’ve tried the whole night, you just can’t stop touching him. Getting closer.
Are you getting a crush on your best friend?
“Let’s go sit down, huh?” you mumble and he grins, nodding. You turn away and link your fingers through his larger ones, practically dragging him towards the back of the diner to the booth your two best friends are sitting in.
You slip into the bench opposite the one they’re sitting on and Embry sits down beside you. You move just a little closer to him and reach for a menu as Marley tells you about the Homecoming Dance being a total bust.
“It’s Forks High. Did you really expect anything above lame, though? That’s why I said I didn’t wanna go, to be honest.” you scan the menu as you say it, glancing up at Marley as you shrug. Embry chuckles, reading the menu as soon as you’ve put it where you can both see it. You glance up at him. “Oh god, you’ve gotta try their milkshake.. They have this cheesecake one, it’s amazing.”
He chuckles. “It is, huh?”
“It is. I’ll let you try some of mine.” you flash him this cute little smile when you say it and if he thought he was down bad before, it’s so much worse now.
You shift on the bench beside him so that you’re pressed closer to the side of his body and he takes a deep breath.
It’s finally happened.
The one thing he almost gave up on has happened. Now he just has to get used to the overwhelming barrage of feelings that come with finding his imprint and adjust to the way he’s so aware of you.
But he doesn’t mind at all.
“I think I’m gonna get the cocoa instead.” you look up, cheeks burning hot when you lock eyes with Embry. He chuckles and nods, smiling at you. “Yeah, I was thinking about getting that too.” he mutters, words trailing off.
The waitress comes and you both laugh when you order almost the exact same thing to a T. Across the table, Marley and Christine share a look and then a few seconds later, Christine announces that she’s going for a ride and Marley shoots up out of her spot on their bench, the two girls making a hasty retreat.
This leaves Embry alone with you all over again.
“Looks like it’s just you and me.” you mumble quietly. Embry mumbles the same thing at the same time and you both share a laugh.
“I’m glad you’re back.” Embry blurts it out after a few seconds of the two of you staring quietly at each other. You smile and nod in agreement and when you answer him, “I’m glad we moved back too. I just wish my mom would’ve swallowed her pride and moved back in with my grandparents.” you’re drowning in the depths of his dark brown eyes again and you can’t pull yourself out. You can feel your tummy fluttering but only just a little. You wonder if Embry is feeling the same tension in the air that you are but you don’t dare ask him.
He probably means that he missed having you around as a friend because the two of you were inseparable before your mom uprooted you and made you leave town with her.
The clink of plates as they’re sat on the table has both of you jumping and then laughing softly about it and the two of you reach for your cocoa at the same time, taking a sip.
“You’ve uh… There’s chocolate on your face.” Embry points out when the silence is just too much for him and he has to say something or go crazy. He’s leaning in to drag his thumb over the corner of your mouth and you want to disappear into the floor when his thumb makes contact with your lips and the only thing you can do is whimper quietly.
He hears you -you know he has, there’s just something about the way he looks at you when the sound comes out of your mouth, and he chuckles quietly. He could tease you about it a little, but instead, he chooses to pretend he didn’t hear the sound because the tension in the air is already thick enough to cut with a knife.
“Did you get it?” you ask after a second or two when it’s too quiet and you just have to say something. He nods and answers quietly, “Yeah. I got it. I forgot how messy an eater you were.”
“Oh haha.” you pretend to pout. “So.” you go quiet, taking a few fries into your hand and raking them through ketchup, “How have you been?”
“Good. Everything is the same, boring as ever. What about you? Where did you wind up moving again?” he asks, gazing at you as he takes a huge bite of the massive burger he ordered. You laugh and shrug. “Texas and I hated it, oh my god.” you dig into your fries and laugh, shaking your head. “I told my mom not to leave town with the jerk. I mean, you know how he is, Embry, he’s always been in and out.”
“Yeah. You’re.. You’re okay, right?” he asks as he gazes at you in concern.
You shrug. “I got used to him disappointing me when we were little? So it doesn’t bother me. My mom though, it crushed her.”
Embry cringes and sucks his teeth. “Yikes.”
“Yeah.” you mumble, smiling again a few seconds later, “I’m just glad to be back. I… I’m gonna see you more, alright? I want us to be friends again because I missed you so much.”
“I missed you too.” Embry answers and it’s the truth.
Now the reason the past two years were hell for him make perfect sense. He must have been on the verge of imprinting on you when you moved away. The sense of loss he felt when you were gone makes sense. He feels happier than he’s felt in a long time.
More than anything, the empty feeling he’s had for a while now, the one he couldn’t quite put his finger on, that’s starting to go away.
“I.. I can move to the other bench. You’re not crowded, right?” he asks. You pout up at him and shake your head no. “No, c’mon.. Stay right here.”
He laughs. “Okay, alright.”
#embry call#embry call imagine#embry call fanfiction#embry call x female!imprint!quileute reader#embry call x fem!reader#<- characterized female reader [ female parts + Quileute ]#-> safe for everybody to read. a general tag for all my safe to read fics.#<- fall into fall 22 writing
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Connor’s rig guide
Okay, in the first part I talked about some basics of manipulating objects in Blender, now it’s time to look at them again within the context of Connor’s rig.
Note: I just realised there were a minor mistake in a rig. Fixed in ver. 2.2 (same link)
Click on Main_Rig object (from outliner or directly from clicking on it in the working area), check that nothing else is selected and go to the pose mode. Here you’ll be able to finally pose the character. You can move and rotate bones around just the way you would do any other objects in blender.
Tagging you, my dear rig-testets, here: @middleofnothing @detroitbecomeonline
How to reset position/rotation/scale
Let’s say you moved it in some ugly way and want to reset it back the way it was in its “default” position. For this you need to select the bones you want to reset (or just select everything with A) and press
Alt + G - to reset position
Alt + R - to reset rotation
Alt + S - to reset scale (although I don’t know why would you scale bones)
Bone Layers
For this specific model I used bone layers to separate bones into groups according to their purpose and/or layout. What it means is that rig is divided into a few categories that can be hidden/revealed for convenience.
Blender has a system of built-in layers for armature (32 of them in total), which looks like this
I marked “actual layers” with green, because those are the layers we actually use and so-called “pointlessly repeated layers” jare ust a mirror of those we have above for the purpose of locking them (to restrict any changes we could accidentally make), which if you ask me is fucking retarded, there are better ways to visually represent it
Anyways, we can reveal what’s inside them by clicking on them (just ignore what’s in a purple box, pretend it doesn’t exist), we can select multiple of them by holding Sift or deselect by clicking on them again (while holding shift). White circles represent that the layer has something inside and isn’t empty. Filled white circle indicate that the active bone(s) (the one(s) we have selected atm) are inside this layer, or, if nothing is selected it means that the last time there were, it was on This layer.
As you can see, by default those layers look weird and there’s no way to name them, which kinda ruins the purpose of layers. That’s why we won’t use them, and instead use free plugin “Bone Manager”, if you have my blend file, you should have it working already and it looks like this:
You can already see right away how much more user-friendly it is, doesn’t even requires explanation, as you can see all you need to know intuitively. It’s basically all the same layers from before, but displayed like they were actually made for people.
To see this window, you should be inside pose mode. From there you can find it in the left corner of the working area under the tab “Bone Layers” like you can see on the screenshot. If you don't see that, then hover your cursor above working area and click N on your keyboard to show/hide it (or find this small arrow and click on it)
In regards to this specific rig I used 19 layers in total, you can see all of them below. They were mostly made for my convenience while rigging although I tried to rearrange them in a way that would be convenient for posing
(you can rearrange them if you want, it doesn’t affect the way any of those bones function, it’s purely for visual representation)
About those layers in detail
“Face original controls” - as the name says, it’s face bones from original rig. Not all of them though, I put “Tongue”, “Lips Upper (orig)”, “Lips Lower (orig)” and “Eyelids_orig” on separate layers, although they are all technically just face original controls. You’ll probably struggle to see them if you try to switch to them now, but it’s because bones are displayed as barely visible wires atm, I’ll explain how to switch it to other types below.
Other layers that contain original controls are
“Helper Deform (orig)” - those move small parts of the mesh, but I don’t think they’re really useful or helpful, more like confusing and messy. You can try tweaking them around, but I suggest to ignore this layer. This layer exists because I was afraid to delete something just to find out it was actually really important later on. Maybe those bones Are helpful, idk, try it.
"Tie”, “Jacket” and “Shirt” are also just original bones that are responsible for cloth. For now I don’t yet possess the kind of black magic wisdom it takes to know how to rig clothes in a meaningful way, so it’ll probably be a frustrating experience to try to manipulate those.
“Some pointless garbage” - originals bones that were there, but doesn’t do shit. Ignore it.
“Face custom controls” - a set of controllers made by me in an attempt to make usable face rig. It’s not comprehensive and only have controllers for eyes, eyelids and eyebrows (I got frustrated about the state of the mouth and haven’t finished it. Eyes and eyelids requires improvements too, but huh, better than moving each individual bone from original rig, which btw you can still do instead of/in addition to using controllers) This layer looks like that:
For eye individual controllers you’d want to rotate them instead of moving (double-click R after selecting them to rotate freely)
I realise now that eyelids move a little too much along with the eyes. I didn’t know the shit I was doing when I started this mess, so I’d probably managed to do it better now if I were to do it again.
Eyelid(s) controls:
You’d think that they’re responsible for upper eyelids, but actually no, not exactly, instead they are linked to the action of closing/opening the eyes and as you can see, lower eyelid moves along slightly (just like it does in the game. I tried to replicate the way it happens)
I tried to do the lover eyelid controller at some point as well to allow for the squinting(there are also wrinkle maps for that), but it is one of those things I haven’t yet done after realising that it is easy enough to break those eyelids already as they are now...Maybe later
And finally, eyebrows, which are probably the most interesting and complicated piece of this rig as they’re the only controllers that I managed to actually link to dynamic wrinkle textures, the ones I can’t shut up about. Each of those controllers are, just like eyelids, linked to the action (frowning/rising eyebrows depending on if you move them up/down or left/right from the nose. Or you can actually do both and see in-betweens of all kind of mix of the two), you can see it more clearly as skin around the corners of the eyes moves slightly(up) as well when frowned. I can dedicate the whole other post explaining exactly how I managed to do that, there’s A LOT to say, it’s absolutely ridiculous how complex it is under the hood. I spent maybe a week researching dynamic-wrinkle concept in 3d and I still can’t wrap my head around how cool it is.
Okay, that’s all for the face.
But before moving on, a few words about what I have already mentioned about how you can use original controls to achieve more/other face expressions and actually pose mouth that I completely abandoned for custom controls.
If you switch to one of those layers with orig. controls, you’ll see something like this:
You can see those tiny dots that indicate those controls, but maybe they’re too small to be seen easily.
For this reason, you can switch the way they look to something else, instead of wire, you can do it here (generally you’ll use Stick or Octahedral if not Wire, ignore others)
Below is an example of how it looks like when displayed as Stick. I added a custom bone for the jaw just so it’d visible at all times, so it won’t be affected.
Okay, moving on to those next layers
Now finally about how we can move the body. For this purpose there are two different ways to bend those arms/legs and those are known as Forward Kinematics (often shortened to FK) and Inverse Kinematics (IK).
In this rig there are separate layers for them called
“FK CTRL” and “IK CTRL” , for forward and inverse kinematics accordingly.
Forward Kinematics is when you pose bones one after another in a rigid way. From bottom to the top. In this rig they are color coded with green.
Note: a little update made to the rig after those gifs were made — now finger bones are in the FK CTRL layer. Used to be on DEF layer before
Inverse Kinematic (IK) is the other way around - you move the last element of a chain and all the bones before that move accordingly. You can further adjust the position of the chain by using “pole target” (in the gif below you can see how it works. It help you rotate elbow or knee) I made IK controls yellow.
This rig is switched to IK by default, so if you try to move green bones of arms or legs it won’t move. I’ll explain fow to switch between IK/FK in a moment.
“Root“ layer contains two shapes. One of which is the circle around where the character stands on the ground - if you move that it’ll move the whole character
Another shape is the words “Some settings” above the head. If you click on those and go into item properties menu, you’ll see that there are a buch of switches there:
Eyes_Follow_Head - whether or not eyes move along with the head if you rotate it or stay focused on eye controller.
FK>IK_Hand_L - switch left hand from FK(if set to 0) to IK (if set to 1)
All the remaining ones are just the same, but for the remaining hand and legs.
Layer “Torso” is quite self-explanatory. Just move/rotate things around to understand what they’re doing and you’re good to go.
And...It seems like I’m forgetting something really important as if there’s a lot more to tell about, but HUH. I don’t remember what is it exactly and if I figure it out, I’ll update this post.
Oh, right, about other layers. Those are mechanical layers responsible for things to function properly and those layers aren’t intended to be touched so if you don’t know what you’re doing DO NOT TOUCH OR CHANGE ANYTHING in those layers. Which are “Eyelids”, “Follow-Eyelid”, “DEF”(this one contain original bones btw, but don’t touch it if you're tot sure), “MCH” and “IK”
Lemme know if you have any problems/questions/suggestions/fic recommendations or if you want me to ramble on about some specific thing in rigging(or 3d in general), like the way I made those controls for eyebrows, or how to create your own controllers. Or...you got the idea.
And if you use this rig for your renders, mention where did you get it from (I wonder who that could be about?) ;^)
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