sorry to bring twilight into this

Sibling Intervention (Jasper Hale x Reader) w/Brother! Emmett

Plot: Hi I really liked your Jasper imagine so can you do another one where you’re his newborn mate, and the wolf pack are coming over to help train and him and Emmett get protective over you? Like the whole “I’m your big brother and I’m supposed to keep you away from the mutts” kinda thing lol. Thank uuuu” (requested)

Word Count: 1,275

Warnings: I think some swearing, but other than that, none.

A/N: this was really fun to make, I’m actually kinda proud if this one! Thanks to the anon that requested this! I hope you like it.

I was standing next to Jasper who was grabbing my hand and squeezing it at times to reassure me and I knew that he was trying to calm me down and it was working perfectly as I was no longer nervous or afraid.

“Well, Jasper has experience in newborns, he will teach us how to defeat them” Carlisle’s calm voice sounded through the forest, he was standing a little bit further than us facing the wolves who just came.

Silence surrounded us once again but Edward’s voice filled the empty space quickly.

“They want to know how a newborn is different than us”

Carlisle turned a little and looked at me smiling a little like if he was asking if it was okay to introduce me, I just nodded.

“Well, we happen to have one with us today” He positioned himself next to me and place a hand on my shoulder “This is (Y/N), she is Jasper’s mate, our newest member of the family, hence why her eyes are different from us but don’t worry, she is transitioning and will be just like us soon”

“They still want to know the difference, they say she looks just like us” I wasn’t even looking but I knew that Emmett was grinning on his spot; he was the one that enjoyed the most me being a newborn and having my strength.

Carlisle looked at Jasper and motioned him to continue speaking while he left to go back next to Esme; Jasper nodded and moved a little closer but still holding my hand.

“She is stronger than us; her blood is still on her tissues making her more physically powerful. Our kind is stronger on our first several months of this life, that’s why they are created” he looked at me and gave me a side smile “not in her case though” he looked again at the wolves “a newborn army doesn’t need thousands like a human army, that’s why no human army could stand against them”

The black wolf that was standing right in from of me growled, his eyes never leaving mine. Jasper noticed that so he moved to a side pushing me slightly backward but I was still close to him.

“There are two important things that you have to remember” he raised his voice a bit “First, never let them get their arms around you, they will crush you in a second” he looked around giving a warning look to our family but turned back to see the wolves “and never go for the obvious kill, they will be expecting that and you’ll lose”

He quickly turned and grabbed my hand again but left me next to Edward as he kept walking forward to the center of the forest.

“Emmett” he simply called and in a second Emmett was standing a couple of meters away from him but still facing Jasper. “Don’t hold back”

“Not in my nature” he said and grinned at Jasper before launching himself onto him but in a couple of seconds, Emmett was lying on the floor, his face facing the sky.

“Never lose focus” he cockily said while moving aside from him and coming to my side to snake his arm on my waist and pulled me closer to him. “Prepare yourself, babe, you are next”

I only smiled in anticipation, I loved wrestling, I became one of my favorite hobbies once I turned, and it just was really fun for me. Even though I knew he wasn’t completely okay with the fact that I was fighting today it was just to train, I knew he wouldn’t let me participate when the actual fight took place, so I just wanted to have fun.

Edward and Carlisle were fighting intensely, neither of them backing off; Jasper let go of me and started walking around them inspecting every movement, but at the end, Edward was the clear winner and turned to see Jasper.

“One more thing” he said and in an instant Carlisle grabbed Edward and pushed him onto the ground and I couldn’t help but laugh at this. “Never turn your back on the enemy”

Jasper made his way to the center and spoke to everyone once again.

“Okay, so now that we got the basics covered, it’s time for a real newborn to step in” He said and turned his head to look at me, giving me a cocky smile which I returned with a huge grin. I knew this was going to be extremely easy for me, but anyway it was fun. I made my way next to him, and he cupped my face with one hand and looked at me profoundly before walking away next to the rest of the family.

I turned and looked at Rosalie, bringing my hand up and pointing my fingers at her I motioned her to come with me, she slowly made her way towards me with her arms crossed against her chest.

Once she was close enough I nodded and she quickly threw two punches at me which I easily dodged them taking my opportunity to grab her arm and twisted it forcing her body to twist as well but she felt to the ground crouching in one leg and tried to make me fall with the leg that was stretched but I jumped before it could even touch me, and before my feet touched the ground I pushed my hand over her chest making her fall flat on the ground, making a small crater when she hit the ground.

“You can’t still beat me, Rose” I laughed at her while she was standing up, she just gave me a ‘fuck off’  look and made her way back to her spot.

“Emmett, your turn” Jasper called out and in a quick second I had Emmett in front of my with a shit eating grin that made me laugh.

“Please don’t you dare to hold back, big boy” I purred to him tilting my head a little. He cracked his neck just to show off but his face changed almost immediately making me furrow my eyebrows together.

“Wait a minute” he said raising a hand like stopping everything and stared into nothing as if he was thinking to himself “I’m your big brother (YN)” he suddenly stated and I couldn’t be more confused.

“Well, yeah…” I trailed off, not really sure where he was trying to say.

“I’m not supposed to encourage you into fighting, even less with the mutts” he spat and looked at me with a serious face “Goddammit, I’m your big brother!” he stated again but now shouting and I looked at the rest of the clan but they all had the same face, they were staring at Emmett with a confused grin like I was. “We are done, missy, you are going home”

In less than a second, I was thrown into his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and he was walking away from everyone.

“Wait, what the actual fuck, put me down!” I tried to wiggle out but even if I was stronger this position didn’t help me at all, and all I could do was to give up and just look back where Carlisle was standing next to Jasper shouting to Emmett.

“Emmett, bring her back, we need her!” Carlisle shouted at us.

“Sorry, I can’t hear you!” and with that, he started running with me on his back.

We are going to be siblings, you said, it will be so fun, you said” I said but the only response that I had from him was a loud laugh; I sighed, I give up.

Concerning Roxas’ Return

(also known as, how many gifs of Roxas can I fit into one post)

Yes. I absolutely want him to come back. I love Roxas as a character and I don’t think his ending was suitable. He has so much potential to be even GREATER than what we’ve seen, such a brutally honest person with great strength and individuality. He’s well-developed and I believe he needs to return. But that’s just my opinion.

Here’s where I’m wrong.

The only issue fans seem to be encountering with Roxas’ return is HOW he’ll get back. As I’ve explained in the past, Roxas was actually just Sora’s body and soul, along with Ventus’ heart, reformed into a Nobody. Overtime, with the experiences he had, he grew a heart of his own, supposedly and completely separate from Ventus. But his body had to be returned, along with some of Sora’ memories. Therefore, Roxas ceased to exist, as his heart retreated back to Sora. 

@derekscorner was able to come up with a very hopeful theory that I branched out on about a week ago. This theory, which you can read here, was basically a solution to getting Roxas, along with Xion and Namine, their own bodies so they may exist. Whether or not this theory holds is irrelevant, since the Kingdom Hearts team has been shown to throw stuff at a wall and hope it sticks. If not the theory, something else will happen that will allow for their return.

So Roxas being able to have a body of his own isn’t the issue I’m seeing. No, the real issue is actually Roxas himself. 

We love him because of his character. He was the first one to break off from the whole Sora trope, but in actuality, he can’t escape who he’s meant to be: Sora’s Nobody. He’s tragic and sorrowful, because no matter how hard he tries, he will always be Sora’s shadow. He’s screeched and cried about how he is his own person and that he and Sora can’t possibly be similar. Sora has even said so himself, that he and Roxas are NOT the same. It’s all the more tragic that Roxas was condemned to a fate of forever being attached to Sora. We, as fans of the series, have sorrow and we feel for him. We love him because of the Hell he’s been through and we wanna fix it.

So bringing him back… does that mean we won’t love him anymore?

Don’t get me wrong, I love Roxas WITHOUT all the crap he’s had to deal with. He’s a very independent character. You can hardly compare him to Sora. Roxas is very collected and keeps calm, even in the most tense situations. Meanwhile, Sora seems to panic just a little whenever anything remotely negative occurs. Sora is much more expressive of how he feels while Roxas tends to just remain neutral. 

But that’s not the only reason fans love him. The truth be told, most fans only love Roxas because of all the angst and torment. Of course, we love Roxas for who he is, but what HAPPENED to Roxas is what hurts us the most. 

Think about it, he’s just a very calm person who is also a very strong fighter. He cares passionately for his friends and does what he can to achieve his goals. Nothing really sad there.

But then it’s sad because he lost his friends, his memories, his personality, HIS EXISTENCE. He was forced to assimilate with someone he never wanted to be compared to. And then had to sit on the sidelines and let HIM do all the work. And then he had to accept that this was MEANT to happen, that he wasn’t supposed to exist. That’s the sad part. 

So if you reverse ALL of that and basically say, “oh, by the way, Roxas was supposed to exist and he’s back, yay,” you’re doing him a huge disfavor. Roxas has so much more to go through than just, whoop, he’s back, accept it. He needs to go through the acceptance that he is real and his own person. There needs to be something between him, Sora, and Ventus, the two people he’s fashioned after. He can’t just blatantly accept them as friends, seeing at how he reacted to just being COMPARED to Sora. That wouldn’t be very Roxas of him, to accept them immediately, especially after all the deception he went through before and how much he wants to be his own person.

So how do they go about this?

Roxas can’t just be brought back just to be there. I’m sorry, I know what people are gonna say. I’ve had DMs that say, “but Roxas just wants to be normal, no Keyblade War stuff, can’t they just bring him back for that?”

NO. I’m sorry, I want it, too, I want my “Roxas living in Twilight Town” fanfic to be real, but that IS NOT A GOOD THING. You wanna know why? 

WASTED. POTENTIAL.

Roxas is an AMAZING swordsman, capable of wielding LIGHT as a weapon and using TWO Keyblades! 

He is so passionate about protecting his friends and achieving his dreams to even consider sitting back and letting others do the work. 

He doesn’t lust for adventure like Sora, but I HIGHLY doubt he’d wanna just sit in Twilight Town while his friends are off risking their lives to keep the world safe.

And this next part is slightly speculation, but Roxas seems like the type of person who will hold a grudge against people. And Xemnas? Ohoho… Xemnas is fucking dead. The guy who manipulated him and Sora into being tools for the Organization, sent his best friends, BOTH OF THEM, to kill him. Made one of his friends basically suicidal, talking about Xion, since she literally threw the fight against Roxas and let him kill her. YEAH, ROXAS IS PROBABLY PISSED AT HIM. 

And just as a bonus as to why Roxas needs to be part of the plot and can’t just be put in Twilight Town for the whole game: are we really gonna take like a 2 hour segment of the game away from the main plot just to put Mr. Mopey-face in a quiet town with salt pops and horrible guard railings.

I’m basically calling out how bringing back Roxas with no connection to the plot will literally halt the game until you finish that level. 

So yeah, in summary:

Bring Roxas back. 

Make him important to the plot. 

Don’t turn him into Sora. 

Make him lust for that independence.

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 Original or requested: Original

 Pairing: Paul x Reader

 Word count: 730


 “You’ve lost your mind.” You feel so nervous that a laugh escapes your mouth. “He’s my friend! He’s just a friend! Is that so hard to understand? ”

 “Yes, because he loves you!”

 “He doesn’t love me, Paul! I’ve known him since forever.” You sit on the couch, closing your eyes for a few seconds to try to calm down.

 Paul freaked out when you told him you spend the day with Dean, an old friend. He came from Canada to see you since it’s been two years you’re living here in Forks.

 “You’re naive. You’ve always been naive and you can’t see what I can!” Paul is shaking, just like he’s just about to shift. You’re not scared. You were never scared of his temper.

 “I am smart enough to understand these things, Paul.”

 “I don’t think so since you’re apparently on his side.”

 “I won’t stop talking to him just because you’re jealous.” Picking up your phone, you text your friend Marilyn. She’s the only one who can help you with this kind of problems.

 “Don’t.” Paul takes the phone from your hands, throwing it at the wall. Shocked by his action, you gasp, trying not to punch him and break your arm. “You won’t text him.”

 “I WAS TEXTING MARILYN!” You yell, running to your bedroom. You start to pack your things while Paul tries to make you stop and the rest of the pack who’s home watching from the door frame. When you accepted to move in with the pack or your own safety, you used to complain about all those eyes on your relationship, but now you don’t care. “I’m done. If you don’t trust me then there’s no reason for me to stay. I love Dean like a friend and I love you because you’re the love of my life. Not my fault you can’t understand it.”

 “(Y/N), I’m still talking. Be rational and finish this conversation like an adult. ” The tone of his voice is rude and it breaks your heart.

 “I’m still leaving.”


 “I need you to stop crying and explain to me what happened.” Marilyn gives you some ice cream so you can eat something while you cry your heart out.

 “I told him I wanted he to think about us. But he told me he didn’t need to think. Then I told him I needed to think. Do you really think I would break up with him?”

 “I’m still confused.” Always honest, Marilyn takes a deep breath.

 “It’s about Dean!” You shout, making your friend jump on the couch.

 “Oh. Got it. But Paul loves you so much and I can understand him. He’s scared to lose you.”

 “He’s the love of my life. I already told him that a million times!”

 “I’m sure you did, but how would you act if he spent a whole day with a woman? Even if she’s just a friend of his? A whole day alone with her while you stay home.”

 You put the ice cream down to think. Well, to rethink. Maybe, just maybe, this is kinda your fault. Paul wouldn’t freak out if he went with you. And no, you wouldn’t like him to spend all that time with a friend.

 “Shit.”

 “Yes, shit. I’m not saying you have to apologize, but I do can imagine how he felt.”

 “I love him, Mary. So much.” You whisper, tears still rolling down your cheeks.

 “Call him.”

 And that’s what you do. Fearing that he may be rude to you like he did earlier, you patiently wait for him to answer the phone. When he finally answers, you both keep silent. Hearing his breath is enough to make you want to be with him again and this feeling takes your breath away. You barely feel it, this weird pain in your chest, since you’re always together, but you just can’t take it.

 “Paul…”

 “(Y/N), you have no idea how it hurts. Being away from you is… too painful.”

 “I know, Paul, I… I’m sorry. I love you. No one but you.” With a smile on your lips, you help Marilyn to pack up your things again. “I’m sorry if I hurt you. Whenever I want to see Dean you can come. I didn’t know how much it hurt you.”

 “I’m coming to bring you home. I love you.”

 “I love you too.”

Carry On Countdown // Day ten {December 2nd} // Youtuber AU

carry on cast + youtube, my personal hc/au (?????)(it’s post canon but also au anna why do u always have to make things complicated idfk)

  • okay so i think it would all start with agatha
  • she would start a youtube channel with one of her friends in california
  • it’s like all aesthetically pleasing beautify + life style blog. 
  • picture make-up/ hair/ nails/ idek videos but also baking videos, house/apartment tours anything hauls. 
  • the kiddo’s over in london would start watching her, first just because it’s nice to see what agatha’s up to in ca, but they get low-key addicted to her channel because her video’s are just so nice and the aesthetic is on point.
  • i feel like baz would get hardcore addicted. like he’d love all her video’s and would literally text her about the nice clothes she showed in her haul and stuff like that. (such bonding)
  • simon would try out recipes from her baking videos and sent agatha pictures of the results and aah it’s just all so cute and nice. 
  • penny enjoys the make-up vids way more than she likes to admit.
  • anyways, baz is so into agatha’s channel and just the entire youtube thing that he’s thinking of starting one of his own
  • agatha finally convinces him to just start one and see how it’ll go. 
  • so he starts one but gets lost quite quickly because he doesn’t know what to make video’s about
  • his first video is a clothing haul and like, he does enjoy doing it, but his heart just isn’t fully in it.
  • so he makes like one meh video every 2 months, not really knowing what he’s doing until he decides that he needs to rearrange some stuff here.
  • baz starts daily vlogging.
  • lbr baz can talk a lot and just is such a snarky person. imagine him filming his day with his witty comments on the things that happen. 
  • penny and simon find it stressful at first because they always need to be sure baz doesn’t accidentally film simon’s wings/tail or penny using magic or something.
  • but like they get used to it and baz is just having a lot of fun. 
  • he notices that, because he’s filming his everyday life, he gets more out of his way to do more new stuff to make the vlogs as entertaining as possible. and it just somehow makes him more excited about just living life if that makes sense. somehow it becomes this whole therapeutic thing for him. 
  • simon and penny appear a lot in his vlogs. baz’ viewers live for sassy conversations and discussions between penny and baz. and penny has no problem with being on camera.
  • for simon it takes some time to get comfortable with speaking in front of a camera. he’s not a talkative person so this whole vlogging thing is just ???¿¿?¿?????¿? to him, but baz’ viewers find simon cute and nice.
  • baz and simon never really said anything about their relationship on baz’ channel and they don’t really act like they’re in a relationship in front of the camera. (they’re just normal them in front of the camara, but no pda stuff) so the viewers don’t really know about their relationship
  • though……after some time the viewers start to suspect things because of the way the boys sometimes look at each other and stuff.
  • sO that’s how the ship SNAZ comes about ((yes, baz’ viewers do choose the cool ship name))
  • once the shipping starts baz’ channel really starts to grow (because lbr that’s how a lot of those things work in the world of fandoms. sorry.)
  • simon and baz start to notice how baz’ viewers are shipping them and like, posting edits and fanfiction of them on the social media and they think it’s great. 
  • simon and baz are very amused by the shippers and start to act a tiny bit more pda on camera. just to make the viewers flip their shit
  • like simon will shortly rest his head on baz’ shoulder or baz brushing smudged chocolate from simon’s chin on camera and giving simon an Intense Look™ that u don’t give to ‘just friends’ ppl
  • the snaz fandom is dying. leGIT DYING 
  • the “THEY’RE BASICALLY CANON. THEY’RE DATING OK. LOOK AT THEM. THIS IS NOT JUST A FRIENDSHIP. diD YoU SEe tHAT” dying. 
  • simon and baz are just dying of laughter. 
  • but then the fights start on social media
  • the ‘you should say all this stuff because it’ll make simon and baz uncomfortable and i’ll ruin their friendship’ drama.
  • simon and baz see all this unfold on social media and just face palm.
  • they’re like “should we just tell them that we’re dating?”
  • they don’t want to be forced to be open about their relationship online just because people are fighting about it, but at the same time they never really wanted to hide it either. they didn’t even feel like they were purposefully hiding it.
  • it was just that at first they didn’t do pda stuff in front of a camera because simon didn’t feel fully comfortable whilst being on camera and after that it just kinda became a silent rule that they didn’t do pda stuff on camera.
  • but they never actually cared about if people knew about their relationship or not so…..
  • one day baz just starts his daily vlog whilst still being in bed, barely woken up, and you can see simon next to him in bed in the background. 
  • once that vlog is up everyone DIES
  • but the Not Shippers are just like “nono baz was just sleeping over at simon’s and penny’s it’s totally normal for them to sleep in the same bed”
  • simon and baz: *sigh*
  • second attempt of Exposing™ (not actually on youtube): baz posting a picture on instagram roses with the caption “buying flowers for my special boy @~simons ig~”
  • people die again, but still there are people like “special boy as in Special Good Friend” 
  • simon and baz are ready to cry
  • so is the snaz fandom
  • so. next vlog. there’s baz and simon in the same bed again. there’s baz calling simon “love” and there’s baz just talking to the camera about something that happened (idk, him rambling about a film he just saw with simon?) whilst simon is sitting next to him with his head resting on baz’s shoulder.
  • the entire snaz fandom is crying happy tears and feeling blessed and thanking baz for bringing this level of adorableness into their lives.
  • bUT STILL
  • there are idiots tweeting. “no baz isn’t dating simon u stupid fangirls”
  • and baz being so done just tweets back. “sorry sir/madam but simon snow, cute kid, crazy hair, is in fact my boyfriend who i have been happily dating for some time now. gnight.” 
  • and the whole snaz fandom just explodes. 
  • snaz is real ya’ll 
  • (((also later, when snaz is big™ they’ll bring out sweaters and beanies with the words ‘snazzy’ on it and it’s great)))
  • ((((also also. in an interview: “so, baz, since many big youtubers are brining out a book as well?” baz: “yes. it’s called twilight. it’s out september 6th 2006.” interviewer: ???¿????¿¿?¿??))))

THE RED STRING

CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

Summary - According to the myth of the Red String, the gods tie an invisible red cord around the ankles of those that are destined to meet one another. On the ground, everything is different and the rules are non existent. In the midst of a war, this is how Bellamy Blake discovers that red string.

Song - Saturn by Sleeping At Last

masterlist // TRS masterlist


“Y/N! Y/N!” 

The words tumble from his mouth fiercely, sending shivers down your back. You can’t see who the voice belongs to. It sounds so far away as if you’re underwater. But you’re not. As you look around, you’re met with the familiar halls of the Ark. However, it’s quiet. Unlike most busy days, an eery silence stands with you as you walk. The only noise is the sound of your voice being called but it’s blocked out. 

“You’re home, finally. What took you so long?” 

“Mom?”

“Of course, who else would it be?” Her voice is smooth, laced with kindness and silk. “It’s almost ready.” She smiles, her back facing you as she looks over the boiling pot. You don’t answer. For some reason, in this dream, your mother cooks dinner even after your father dies. 

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Imagine: Demetri having to protect you (his mate) against another vampire.


  Your burst of newborn strength, energy and heightened senses should have been far enough to defeat this gigantic vampire. Yet it proved quite the opposite and incredibly difficult. Your unfortunate lack of know how in combat did you no favours within the moment against this implacably menacing and merciless vampire, whom had merely targeted you for an easy kill.

  It was your cry of surprising fright that caused Demetri to snap up and look within your direction and lose his focus upon his own opponent, to which Felix effortlessly finished the job off for Demetri, himself.

  The solid earth merely shattered beside your granite skull, as your monstrous opponent taunted you further. Your hands attempted to push his head away, but it was doing you no good since budging was not an option.

  Taunting Demetri’s mate was never a dazzling idea to say within the least…

  Upon hearing your cry of fright once more and witnessing your clumsy attempt at battling a giant, Demetri’s vampiric senses thus kicked in instantaneously.

  The offender was yanked from you promptly, and sailed for a moment before he met the solid dirt that was beneath you all, with a hard thud. An unusual blaze of animosity filled your mates eyes, disturbing his usually gorgeous and placid expression. “I’m afraid she’s off limits.” Demetri’s smile is wry as his tone is laced with a bitter wintry acrimony.

“An easy kill is an easy kill.” the offender grunts, adding a wry smile to his obvious response as he rises to his feet, challenging Demetri. This was clearly the unwise thing to do.

“There will be no kill for you today, nor shall you find this easy. I can assure you both of those things.” Demetri spits with virulence clear within his sharp tone.

“If you say so, Prince Charming.” the offender smiles an eerie Cheshire grin tauntingly.

  Demetri does the uncanny thing for him, and pulls out the first move, - lunging for his opponent impulsively-. The clashing of their bodies sounded like two great colossal slabs of granite slamming together, the noise echoing and stinging your ears. Demetri immediately gains the upper hand through his skill of fighting and practice over the many centuries. The offender falls short and struggles, - even with his massive stature-. You were truly mesmerised and under a trance as you watched Demetri’s flawless fighting skills being performed like a beautiful dance. You were blown away.

  The offender was pulled and peeled apart before roasting and burning within the bonfire. Turning into meaningless ashes. The entire scene taking your breath away in such a manner that stole a section of your innocence.

  Yet when Demetri’s hands were set upon your shoulders, so tender and attentive you wondered how one moment he could be gentle and then monstrously menacing the next. “Are you all right, dear?” he kneels down beside you, peering into your eyes with such a cautious saddened look it nearly broke your heart.

“I’m fine.” your voice sounded much more stronger than you’d predicted it would, leaving a sense of confused surprise upon your face, which only made Demetri smile gingerly before examining you.

“Not a single scratch?” his eyebrow quirks up, cocking substantially.

“Not a single scratch.”

  As if there could have been!

“Good.” his response is straight to the point as his lips capture yours a little more friskily and rougher than the few times before. The kiss was exhilarating, leaving every cell within your body bursting and wanting for more. That’s what your mate did to you. Left you wanting more and more of him until you drowned, until wanting more of him was impossible, - if that were possible-.

“I love you.” you murmur in a grin upon his lips.

“I love you too, (Y/N), and I’m terribly sorry to have to bring this up but whoever taught you how to fight had no sense of co-ordination.” he teases in his own polite fashion.

“Actually, I was going for ‘The Karate Kid’.” you giggle.

“What’s that?” he furrows his brows, pulling back.

“Oh! Don’t tell me you haven’t watched ‘The Karate Kid’! Felix! We need to make drastic changes in the Volturi when I get there. TV is my life.” you wail out, causing Demetri to look up at Felix with a puzzled expression.,


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The Signs As Texts I’ve Gotten

Aries: I double dare Jesus

Taurus: That’s why I’m one of your best friends

Gemini: MCR is more together than my life

Cancer: I’m just a lone potato who needs a potato boo

Leo: *my children come out and jump you while Ginger twerks in the background*

Virgo: Wink wonk

Libra: KISS HIM ACCIDENTALLY

Scorpio: *punches you in nose* Sorry, I thought you were a robber.

Sagittarius: Me: I’m dead inside Me: *laughs*

Capricorn: Like if Edward loved me THAT much he could wait a couple of decades

Aquarius: Incest. It brings people together.

Pisces: Forgot the thug life, I’m about that whale life

John stares at the ceiling.
Now he remembers the feeling from that horrible time again …
Hopelessness and grief, mixed with rage and unbelief.
And
Mary.
The smiling Mary, with her fluffy scarves and her self-baked biscuits.
Just a facade for something he still can’t understand.

“I’m sorry,” Sherlock suddenly says next to him.

John looks at him. In the twilight, he can see Sherlock’s eyes gleaming.

“I’m sorry that you had to suffer.”

“We both had to suffer, didn’t we?” John swallows and after a moment of hesitation he stretches his hand out after Sherlock. With his fingertips he strokes over his warm cheek.
Sherlock closes his eyes.

John knows that he could spend eternities like that.

Outside the rain slowly ceases.

John hears Sherlock breathing and feels himself slowly drifting away, towards sleep.
But then Sherlock’s voice brings him back.
“I have seen you.”

“Where?” John asks, frowning.

“When I … was gone. I’ve always seen you.” Sherlock’s voice trembles slightly and John can hear him swallow. He feels a twinge in his chest. He already suspects that the following words will hurt them both. But they are necessary …


Excerpt of the third chapter from my fanfic “I Found” (Previously called “Don’t Do This To Me”)
I haven’t translated the whole thing yet, so there is still time to read part One and Two, and to tell me if you want to be tagged :) 
(Of course it’s also on AO3!: I Found)

You and Carlisle on His Days Off; Drabble #2

Scenario: Carlisle cooking fancy meals for you, the air occupied with the smell of spices; you sitting on the counter watching him cook and listening to him talk, scrunching your face up when he dabs your nose with flour (WC: 452 words)

Based off this post. Also read: drabble #1, drabble #3

Warnings: Fluff, my dudes. A lot of fluff.

You smiled fondly from where you were perched on the counter, Carlisle’s sweet humming occupying the kitchen air along with the mouthwatering scent of herbs and spices. Your eyes followed the mastery motions of Carlisle’s hands as they spread sauce and grated cheese, the ease of his cooking process astonishing you.

“For someone who doesn’t eat, you sure do know how to cook,” you commented, noticing the halt of his humming and the soft laugh that took its place.

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Let it Snow

-SNOWBAZ

For the @carryon-countdown prompt (Nov 12th)

Summary:  Sometimes, Simon wanted to wrap him in his arms and soothe him to sleep. Sometimes he just wanted to join him and cry together. But he couldn’t. Because Dr. Pitch was like snow. Simon could only admire him from the other side of the glass. As close as he may look, he was absolutely unreachable.

Word count: ~1.8k

Tags: Fluff, pining, doctor/patient

It had been years since it had last snowed in London. Yes, at least once a year you could see little snowflakes falling from the sky, but it had been a long time since it last really snowed.

Simon could spend hours just watching the snow fall, from the other side of the old, hospital window. It was hypnotizing. It was cold but Simon didn’t care, he was always warm.

“I hate snow,” his doctor, always a rather silent companion, said beside him. Dr. Pitch, a young man probably Simon’s age. Must have been a brilliant student to work as an oncologist at such a young age, Simon thought.

Dr. Pitch was a rare creature. When he was around, Simon was suddenly surrounded by a cold but somehow soothing feeling. Just like with snow. Simon called it the Dr. Pitch effect. He didn’t talk much, but his presence alone was overwhelming.

Simon liked to play a game in his head in which he imagined Dr. Pitch’s regular life outside the hospital. He’d imagine him doing the most mundane chores, like cleaning. Simon was sure Dr. Pitch had an obsession with cleanliness. And that he liked to cook—especially for breakfast. He’d imagine him burning his toasts, just for the simple fun of it, not because he thought he was the kind of bloke to actually burn his toasts. No. Dr. Pitch wasn’t like any kind of guy. He appeared to be cold-hearted, distant. But he wasn’t.

Some nights, Simon could feel Dr. Pitch’s presence at the other end of the room. Probably thinking Simon was fast asleep. Some nights he could hear him crying in silence. 

What a lonely man he was.

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  • Starlight Glimmer: Just bring Twilight to me.
  • Pinkie: Well, she locked herself in the bathroom.
  • Starlight Glimmer: Just tell her I said something.
  • Pinkie: Said what?
  • Starlight Glimmer: Anything factually inaccurate.
  • [two minutes later]
  • Twilight: [to Starlight, incredulously] I’m sorry, the sky is blue because it’s reflecting the color of the ocean?
  • Starlight: Works every time.
Demetri x Sick! Reader Headcanons

Requested by Anon
I decided ‘screw it! I’ll redo it now!’ Once again, I’m really sorry about the wait! Hope you’ll forgive me! ❤️

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.Demetri X Sick! Reader

.Despite Demetri’s seemingly nonchalant, care-free personality, he’s actually a severe worrywort

.At the first sneeze, Demetri demands that the current secretary brings tissues and whatever kind of cold or flu medicine there is. (He’s a bit over the top – just like candy for movie night – so he’ll ask for ALL OF THE MEDICATION to see what works best for his princess.)

.And of course, he could go get the supplies himself, but ‘what if this is deadly?! What if she’s dying!!! I have to be ready to change her at any moment, because it’s going to be A FUCKING COLD DAY IN HELL before ANYONE else’s venom is in MY MATE’S BLOODSTREAM.

.Demetri would be slightly grossed out by all the mucus and bodily fluids. However, he will get over it pretty quick because of how much better and happier you seem when he hands you a new tissue while taking the old one to throw away. (Plus, he figures your mucus is apart of you just as much as your smile and the twinkle in your eyes; therefore it must not be gross, as he once thought.)

.when you’d refuse to take the nasty cough syrup, he’d look reluctant at the thought of hurting or making you upset, but he’d decide that he’d do it anyway (after all, your needs are more important than your wants, at the moment) - he’d pinch your nose until you opened your mouth in a gasp for air, being quick to pour the icky pink goo down your throat. After you were forced to swallow, you’d pout and cross your arms. He’d try and make it up with a kiss, but all that resulted in him grimacing at the taste of the horrid medicine. He decided that he now understood why you refused to take it. You were smug.

.Demetri would pull back your hair as you would bend over the toilet, hacking your lungs out. Like with the mucus, he would be disgusted with it at first then come to accept it. He would whisper comforting things to you in Italian and would wipe your face with a wet wipe when you would be too upset and weak to do it yourself.

.He would also clear the bedsheets all day, not wanting you to lie in your own filth for any period of time. He would even make sure to sprinkle his favorite rose scented oils onto the new sheets so that they smell a bit more comforting than sweat and puke.

.Expect stereotypical sick human food such as chicken noodle soup, crackers, and sprite. And don’t think he’ll let you eat alone - he’d nurture you like a mother hen, spoon feeding you every drop.

.When you finally get better, Demetri would take you out for a date (right after returning back to his duties because he prolonged it for so long) and he would be even more wary of what you touched and ate; always carrying a bottle of hand sanitizer and checking your food for anything that would make you sick such as it not being cooked completely or there being someone else’s hair in it. Like I said – A WORRYWORT!

.But, he does it all because he loves you and wants what’s best for you; even if it inconveniences him or the Volturi in anyway, you are his number one priority.

ravenclawplatform  asked:

Hi :3 can I ask you a scenario out of the story? If you were angry for some reason you don't want talk, and you're angry with Jacob (you're his imprinting). What he'll suppose to do?

  • “Baby, wait!”
  • “I’m tired of your shit, Jake.”
  • You storming off
  • Him bringing you chocolate and flowers to your house
  • Writing you a love poem of how sorry he is
  • You finally going back to his house
  • Him showering you with kisses to make up for it
  • “I’m sorry I’m such a douche.”
  • “Shut up and kiss me.”

-Admin M

(I LOVEEE JACOB)

Sketchbook

http://native-snowflake.tumblr.com/ Asked: Can I have a Jacob x White Werewolf!Reader where the reader is in her early 20’s (I’m 21 that’s why I say this😂) and is an artist? And maybe she doesn’t have a sketchbook and just draws on whatever parchment she can find,so Jacob feels like this is his chance to admit his feelings for her? Thanks my little Wolfling! 🐺❄️

He gives her a notebook to draw in, but he has done artwork of is won on the first page (well, he tells her that but it’s just him explaining his feelings and whatnot)

“Hey, Tris,” Jake called out, catching your attention. He held something behind his back, but you couldn’t tell what it was, even in wolf form. You could see the white fur on your paws and legs, reminding you that you were in wolf form. So you gave Jake a nod, telling him to hold on while you went to change back.

Once you waltzed back into Jake’s view, you looked at him with curiosity. “Yeah?”

“I realize that everywhere I go, I always see you sketching on random pieces of paper, and figured that you didn’t have a sketchbook. So… I went to buy you one. I also may have done my own little drawing in the front,” Jake smiles sheepishly.

“Aw, what did you draw?” you question, taking the sketchbook with a burst of excitement coursing through your veins. No one has ever done something this nice; it was nice to see that you were thought of.

Opening the front page, your smile slightly faltered as you realized it wasn’t a drawing, but once seeing that it was a message, you became curious.

Tris, I know that I wasted a page of your new sketchbook on this, but I hope it’s worth it. I have grown massive feelings for you ever since we met, and I was too afraid to tell you. Upon seeing you always drawing on whatever you can find, I decided to buy you your own sketchbook so you have something that’s yours and you can use it to draw in. I really hope you like it; there were so many to choose from. Anyways, I really, really like you and if you’re willing to go on a date with me sometime soon, close this sketchbook and give me a kissy face!

Love, Jake

Your smile grows wide. Closing the book, you look directly at Jake and pout out your lips. Jake grins, letting out a breath of relief.

“I don’t want to have to wait for a date, Jake. How about tonight? We make a small bonfire and look up at the stars… possibly have a small picnic saved. I can even talk to Emily to ask Sam in making sure you don’t have patrol tonight,” you suggest.

“Alright. Hopefully it won’t be too much to ask Emily to help me make a great picnic basket. Bring your fluffiest blanket and pillows; it’s going to get warm being by my side,” Jake winks.

“Mm, I bet,” you chuckle lightly. “Come on, we’re wasting daylight!”

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Originally posted by moondarkwolf

Originally posted by boite-de-pandore

(I looked at your profile and found your name, and seeing what you looked like, you kind of looked like Zooey Deschanel, so… yeah! Thanks for requesting! Sorry it took so long :/)

crimson-shadows-18  asked:

I'm going so random on this question, so bare with me XD If the Volturi Coven were creatures in the Animal Kingdom, what animal would they be? - This question shall be based off looks, personality, sociability, type (predator vs prey), and whatever else comes to mind. Have fun! P.S. Bring on the fluff!! 😍

(okay so accidentally deleted my last answer by accident so sorry if my answers are kind of brief because i had to rewrite this entirely aha)

so im gonna answer this in like a cartoon-y way, in the sense of how certain animals already have pre-established traits and personality in media; ex. foxes are sly, dogs are playful, mice are quiet, owls are wise, etc, etc.

  • Aro would be represented as either a black cat or fox. He’s very sly and charismatic, charming, selfish, and lazy. He cares about his appearance, he’s very sleek and neat, yet beyond the appearance and smooth attitude, he’s not very skilled with much else activity wise. He just kind of likes to lay about and be pampered. I could also make the comparison to a snake, in a vindictive, hypnotizing way. (think Kaa from the animated Jungle Book)

  • I always imagined Caius represented as, almost ironically, a wolf. He kinds of strikes me in that cold, distant, and lonely type, yet behind that still managing to be very clever, skilled and completely loyal. In situations where he so requires it, he’s good at leading and organizing a group to work in a unit.

  • Marcus has always struck me as big and dog–like, so I think something like a St. Bernard/Newfoundland kind of thing would suit him well. He’s quiet, sensitive, kind of shy, and wise – so an animal that’s big but gentle is suiting, like a bear, possibly?

  • Sulpicia, like Aro, could be easily seen as very cat–like. She’s very mischievous, playful even, but can be ill-tempered, and greedy. She’s also very clever and intelligent, and likes gathering all kinds of information. A long-haired tabby, maybe even a lion – as status and pride. I could even see a resemblance to magpies in that she hoards and collects things to an obsessive point, from old artifacts to loads of jewelry or things that appeal to the eye.

  • For Athenodora I could see a hare; slick, crafty and quick-witted. Even in appearance – being long and slim/muscular in shape. Maybe a raven is suitable too, often seen as a token of death or impending doom. Perhaps even an owl, who was a symbol for Athena, who besides the name, was already similar to Athenodora, being a strong and intelligent warrior.

I guess though if I were to group them all in one species, I could just all say they’d be bats, because I’m a smart ass like that. ;^)

jessicanjpa  asked:

Will you share with us some funny or serious headcanons about the various Cullen weddings?

This has been sitting in my drafts for 81 years and I totally forgot about it i am so sorry!

Carlisle and Esme married in a very small church somwhere in New England, somewhen in the winter of 1923. Edward suggested they break into a chapel and have him officiate the wedding, but Carlisle would have none of it- not so much because of his faith, because Carlilse knows that God is always there,and any marriage vow spoken with clear intention and good faith is holy. No, Carlilse insisted on a true wedding ceremony led in a church by a priest, because this was Esme, and her first marriage hadn’t even closely resembled what a marriage should look like. She deserved the world, and he would endeavour to give it to her as best as he could. There would be no family gathering for their wedding, nor any children to follow after, but he would marry her in the most true and honorable way he could.
It was difficult finding a priest that was open minded enough to marry them discreetly, after dark, when everyone else had gone home, but eventually they found a kind soul who agreed to bless their union.
Esme wore a simple dress, her hair down,  a small bouquet of snowbells Carlisle had gathered himself behind the church, and the favorite necklace of the late Elizabeth Masen.
Edward walked her down the aisle, officiating as her brother. He put her hand in Carlisle’s before taking his place as his best man.
Carlisle would’ve bought her jewels and the finest dress, but Esme insisted that all she needed was a small ceremony, a ring, and her boys. And so it was.

There have been more celebrations of their marriage- one after Rosalie and Emmett joined, and another for their 50th anniversary, this time with Alice, Jasper and the Denali clan, and this time, Carlisle insisted on spoiling Esme, gladly employing Alice’s skills. The wedding dress and the fesitivities were miraculous in themselves, but everybody lost their minds a little when Carlisle gave his wive an island as a gift.

Jasper and Alice married somewhen in the two years they spent together before they joined the Cullens. Despite Alice’s exuberance when it comes to party planning, their wedding was a rather quiet affair, which was partly due to Jasper’s struggle with his new diet and lifestyle, and the rather private nature of their relationship, which was always just about them.
So when they wed, it was just the two of them- Alice had asked if Jasper wanted Peter and Charlotte there, but Jasper had declined. Not only because their relationship was still a little tense, but because Alice had no one she could invite, and so neither would he.
Jasper wore a stolen uniform, Alice a stolen, short dress. As vampires and without Carlisle’s fortune they had little money to their name, but they didn’t need that much- especially because neither of them had any moral objections to theft. ( Alice could have used her gift to earn money, but argued that that would be as good as theft, so they might as well spare themselves the time and “borrow” the things they needed right away).
They had no “official” ceremony, since neither of them existed officially, and they didn’t bother too put up a farce for some papers. So instead they went into the woods, somewhere far away from civilisation, and waited for dawn.
As the sun slowly rose over the horizon, and, mimicking a tradition older than even them, they bound their hands with ribbons and spoke their wedding vows.
They kissed and unbound the wrists just as the first light poured over them- due to Alice’s impeccable timing- and stood together in the light for hours afterwards, sharing their happiness.

Rosalie and Emmett got married for the first time in the late spring of 1939. Despite what most believe, it was a very modest ceremony- the sight of wedding dresses and rose bouquets still made Rose’s skin crawl, so they avoided all of it altogether. While they loved each other fiercely by then and surely would have married earlier under normal circumstances, Rose’s trauma and the fact that they were in no hurry delayed their transition into matrimony somewhat.
As unromantic as it sounds, but the main reason they decided to get married now was that it helped to strengthen their human cover story, since simply living together still went against social norms.
Initially Rose was very hesitant about marrying, not just because of her trauma, but because she had become somewhat cynical and was sure that marriage wouldn’t change their relationship in any way, so why bother digging up all these memories?
So when she finally agreed because it’d make their story somewhat more believable and she wanted to be able to stay longer in one place, she was kinda suprised that it DID change their relationship. Emmett never pressured her into marrying, but damn, he wanted to marry this woman more than anything and now she was finally his wife, and oh man, how awesome is that? Being the sore loser that he is, he vowed to be nothing short of the Best Husband Ever ( at least, the best husband for Rosalie) and if Emmett sets his sight on anything, he doesn’t stop until he succeeds.

So their first wedding was a small affair- Just the family, and some people of their social circle serving as witnesses. Rose wore a simple dress, pleased that she was still the most radiant person in the room ( Edward’s gift was a rundown of all the insults of the attending women- they both tried to deny it, but the pettiness of others amused both of them. Sometimes envy IS the best compliment.)  Carlisle led her down the aisle, something that relieved and pleased him immensely- they both had talked out their issues beforehand, and Rosalie had finally forgiven him for acting on his own volition, even if she still didn’t agree with the results. Edward was Emmett’s best man ( back then, he was still Esme’s brother, and Emmett’s friend- that was the story of how Emmett’s had met Carlisle’s niece).
The guests left shortly after dinner, and the Cullens celebrated privately until Rosalie and Emmett left for their honeymoon- at a quiet chateau in France. Despite Esme’s protest, they extend their stay for half a year.

Their second wedding took place a decade after they met- on the 4th of September 1945. Japan had just surrendered, effectively ending WWII, and people were going crazy everywhere. They had planned to marry that year anyhow, a modest affair big enough to show people that the Cullens were “normal”, but not big enough to draw too much attention. It was Emmett’s suggestion that it might be best to throw a huge party ( it was mostly an excuse, although he did have sensible reasons… well, some at least) right away. He argued that people were so taken up by the general giddiness that swept over the country in those first days after the war was over, and that it would only seem natural if a reasonably wealthy family decided to throw a huge, spontaneuos wedding. Things would happen so fast, there was so much going on, and people would get so drunk, that nobody would even bother to notice that the Cullens weren’t eating or drinking anything. Instead the whole town would simply talk about the magnificent wedding and the radiant bride and how lovely and generous the Cullens were and how things would get better now.
Well, turns out he was right. The party was so extraordinary, disproportionate and glamorous that nobody even bothered to notice anything strange about the hosts. The most scandalous thing was the growl the bride emmited when one of the younger daughters of a neighbour giggled and put a hand on Emmett’s arm when he made a joke. The girls quickly turned their attention to Edward then, who suffered in polite silence.

Their third wedding was something else entirely- it was 1958, Alice and Jasper had been living with them for 6 years now- and Alice had been nagging about arranging one of their weddings for just as long. She argued that they had married in the spring and in the fall now, so they needed to do summer and winter as well, and she was only trying to rectify that, and besides, Christmas traditions had become quite tedious over the years, hadn’t they?
Emmett loved the idea, and was able to convince Rosalie to marry on Christmas Eve. Alice invited half the town, promising that this exposion would not endanger their position, although Rosalie wasn’t entirely convinced. That was, until she saw the dress. Vanity had always been her weak spot, and she simply needed the audience for this one. The laced sleeves only a shade whiter than her skin looked like icecrystals covering her body, the wide flowing skirt made her waist appear tiny as it flowed out from her like fresh fallen snow, the veil looked like frost on a window on a crisp december morning. The dress alone put Grace Kelly to shame, and with Rosalie in it, people would talk of nothing else for the rest of their lives. People would talk of nothing but her, Rosalie thought,
That was, until she was standing behind the doors, waiting for her entrance, and booming laughter suddenly filled the church. She saw Alice’s lips, pressed into a tight line, and peeked around the corner. Then she saw Emmett, currently riding a reindeer down the aisle,wearing a red velvet suit, his belly protruding dramatically. For a second, Rose was appalled, but then she noticed that everyone was laughing, and she remembered why she married this man for the third time. Her monkeyman. She saw him cast a worried glance in her direction as he dismounted, hope that she could forgive him evident. A tiny part in her was still annoyed, but then the reindeer- reigns in Edwards hand, tilted his head and tried to eat the flowers attached to his lapel. Suddenly Rose had to smother her own laugh. Aww Eddy, finally bringing a girlfriend to one of my weddings?
He shot an irritaded look her way, but when she told him to let Emmett of the hook, he leaned forward and whispered in his ear, and Emmett relaxed visibly, her favorite dimpled grin stretching across her face. Rose couldn’t help but smile herself, and Alice clapped her hands, apparently satisfied, just as the music started. “There we go, that’s the final touch we needed. Keep that smile on and they’ll drop dead. Alright, see you on the other side!” She said with a wink and slipped out of the door.
When Rose entered the aisle, several hearts stopped beating for a moment. They did again when the groom took hold of his red suit and ripped it off his body, revealing a much nicer, well fitting black tux beneath it. “ Still gonna call you Mrs. Clause, just so you know.” He said with a wink, and Rose laughed.

Their fourth wedding took a while longer- accidents happened, and they had to move quite a lot in the 60′s. Emmett met his second singer, and they had to disappear for a while until he could regain his composure around humans. So the next time they married was an entirely private affair- not even their family attended. They had stayed away from humanity for a while, traveled the world together. In1968 they were somewhere deep in rural Malawi when Emmett found a small village, going about some apparent festivity. It was the middle of the night, there were bonfires and dancing, and it didn’t take long to find out that there was a wedding going on. Rosalie though it was all rather bizarr, but Emmett was so enthusiastic about the whole ordeal that Rose found herself agreeing to marry him again, right there and then, in some ceremony she couldn’t understand. There was no wedding dress, no family, no piano- just her dusty clothes, some strangers, drums and Emmett’s booming laugh. It was not at all what Rose had imagined. But in the end, this was one of her favorite weddings. Just them, some strangers celebrating them, and the stars.

To make up for their missed wedding, the gave Alice free reign on the next one. She wanted to postpone the ordeal as far as possible cause she disdained the bridal fashion of the seventies, but the resses were just getting worse, and people started to question them again, so Alice finally relented in the summer 1984. The wedding was tasteful, moderately big, overflowing with flowerbouquets and ruffled satin. The wedding was nothing out of the ordinary- Rose wore a tiara and was breathtakingly beautiful, Emmett looked handsome in his pearl grey tux- what would stay in their memories however was Emmett’s bachelor party, because Rose had to cancel her strikt “No strippers” rule after Jasper lost a bet against Alice just hours before the bachelor party started. Emmett nearly died from laughing, Jasper nearly died from embarrassment, Edward simply wished he would die. That was the day they learned never to bet against Alice.

Their sixth wedding was on Valentine’s day in 1996- surprisingly, Emmett’s idea. The main reason was that he wanted to get Edward to wear a cupid costume and shoot at the guests, a plan that feel flat when Emmett lost the bet. (Rose never admitted she had something to do with that). The wedding was small, with just a couple of neighbors invited over for tea later, until Emmett and Rose left early for their honeymoon on Isle Esme.  

Their seventh ( and so far last) wedding took place in early spring of 2008. They all were gathered in Denali at the time for an extended holiday, when Rose and Emmett decided that it was time to celebrate a wedding only with their loved ones, before they all went off on seperate ways- close enough to reach each other within the quarter of an hour using vampire speed, far enough apart not to draw too much attention, now that there were so many of them.
They stood in the grass, barefeet, the first flowers of spring fighting their way through the receeding snow all around them. Renesmee, now the size of a twelve year-old, was the flower girl, Eleazar officiated the ceremony. For once, there was no best man and no bridesmaids, no chairs, no unneccessary food, no pomp. It was Rose and Emmett, the northern lights, their loved ones.
It wasn’t the wedding Rose had dreamed of since she was a little girl, not the future she had hoped to have. And she knew, she would never stop grieving for what she lost. Her first choice would be a different life. But this? This was beautiful nonetheless.

Ugly on the inside

Masterlist

Plot: Y/N is an alpha who doesn’t feel remorse, doesn’t care about anything or anyone and does whatever it takes to bring down Scott McCall’s pack.

Pairing: Theo Raeken x reader x Scott McCall 

Word Count: 5225 (I’m sorry!)

Warnings: manipulation, jealousy, blood, violence, death, implied smut, kissing, teasing, gif isn’t mine and neither is the video linked! This is not a happy story, please be warned that there is a lot of sadness

Authors note: I thought I would do something different and write a sad fic that counts down to the main event. It took forever to write and I really did work hard on this one! It’s my longest imagine yet! Kinda based off The Twilight Saga; Eclipse as Victoria manipulates Riley. Inspiration is from Ugly on the inside by The Maine.

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I want to say that despite recent events, the majority of the fandom continues to show me just how kind and considerate it is. For every judgment there is four times the support. People who don’t care for Gabrinette still come to me saying they hope we’re okay and that judging people over a ship is unacceptable and that fiction should be regarded as just that: fiction. And the hate I’ve seen since has been easy to ignore overall because it’s overwhelmed by the support we’ve been getting otherwise.

Everyone has their interests, their ways of coping, their own ideas of what makes for an interesting story or dynamic, and the fact so many here are considerate of that keeps me here and keeps me from being as depressed and suicidal as other fandoms have done.

I try to be open about my own experiences with trauma and abuse (but not to the extent I let myself dwell on it too much) and encourage whatever coping methods are healthiest for each individual person. Mine tends to be exploring things similar to what I went through (and worse) through fiction, because I can only be entertained by sweet cute perfectly healthy things for so long because eventually I get bitter and hate it for being unrealistic in my own view of the world. I didn’t have anything truly sweet and healthy until I met @sinfulmarinette and even our relationship gets demonized at times (we have an age gap and openly practice many kinks/BDSM dynamics, including several of the most critiqued) despite the fact she’s the best thing that’s happened to me and I’m getting to a much better point in my life with her help. She helps me see the world with a more enthusiastic view and helps me when my demons are at their worst. But it took a lot, a LOT, of bad experiences and trauma to get there.

I have PTSD on top of several other issues and when the first accusation of pedophile and abuse apologist was thrown at me over this (it was an entire blog dedicated to calling me out for apparently being a pedophile who supports abuse just for shipping Gabrinette), she literally had to hold me in the shower and work me through a break down before helping me step by step toward getting to bed and coax me enough to manage sleep, because after the initial anger faded, my ability to stay strong and cope by myself dropped like a ton of bricks.

Not everyone had a healthy experience growing up and not everyone copes with unhealthy experiences by avoiding the subject matter altogether. I am deeply sorry to anyone who may see anything that involves subject matter that brings up bad memories if avoiding it entirely is how you cope best. My own triggers are far more obscure and deal with very particular parts of my experiences (like, say, gas cans, choking with intent to harm, and tickling) and I can never predict when they’ll actually trigger me or not. But going through fictional material of the overall types of experiences I have help me feel better (only if approached right, though. Or else I get ranty. You should see me when Twilight or 50 Shades gets brought up. I can get absolutely livid about what they did wrong and what they didn’t point out was bad behavior).

But my point is, even if your ability to cope relies on avoiding the subject matter altogether, please respect those who cope in the exact opposite way. We may have more in common than you think and relating us to our abusers by calling us names or insinuating that we’re supporting that behavior can be just as triggering to us as you seeing that material can be to you. Please be respectful and consider there may be more than what a lot of fandom culture claims is going on when someone ships a ‘problematic’ ship or likes a 'problematic’ character.

And even if someone enjoys it without any past trauma, they’re allowed to just enjoy something bad in a fictional setting, just like how so many enjoy murder mysteries or dark shows even without the bad experiences themselves and can even help those who have never gone through these things to understand and sympathize with those that have. Going to them and attacking them over what they ship, especially to the extent fandom can get sometimes, might even lead to their own form of trauma through bullying and gaslighting and that’s not something I think any of you really want to be the cause of. At least, I hope not.

Anyway, I’m essentially repeating the same things I’ve been saying to most I’ve talked to about this the past few days but I felt a full post was needed. If not for others than for my own health so I can fully get it off my chest. I’ve met so many kind people the past few days over this and despite the terrible reason those conversations got started over, I’m glad they happened. Thank you to everyone new I’ve talked to recently for helping me keep from getting too paranoid about talking to new people and expanding what I look at and explore in it. And thank you to those I knew before this who continued to support and keep me from letting it get to me too much. And thank you to those that I heard support from second hand as well. You may not know that your support was helpful, but it was.

I keep expecting this fandom to turn as hateful as the many before it and it continues to surprise me and renew my faith in humanity. You are all so wonderful. Thank you.

| Pairing: Yato x Yukine

| Title: Renewal 

| Summary: ‘The phantom attacks left his upper arms and chest with blight. His face had multiple scratch marks and several bruises marked both of his legs.’ Yukine is injured and Yato helps take care of the pain. Requested by Anonymous.

N. The beginning is a little shakey, i’m a bit rusty with action scenes aha;; But I hope you like it anon! \ ;v; / 

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