#jared cameron

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I am so so so so so sorry for disappearing these last few weeks. Ive been having health issues and my baby has been having sleep issues resulting in me not sleeping much. I had to have my gallbladder removed. Things have been very stressful financially too. I havent had much time to write nor the energy to. But I promise to come back asap. I have some amazing requests to catch up on!!!

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Hands Of Fate 1. 2. 3. 4. 5.

Hands of Fate 6

tags: @fatale-darling @rositxespinosa @dreamingofsecrets

•Paul Lahote x Fem Reader || NSFW•

[Aged up!!! Reader:21 Paul & Jared:22 Sam & Leah:23]

Paul always had shitty luck. His family was broken. His anger issues caused too many problems to count. And he had been in love with you since the day he met you. To top it all off you were Jared's girlfriend. Pretty unlucky, right?

After another turn of fate, the universe curses Paul with the spirit of a wolf. Maybe this time lady luck will bless him with you as his imprint.

Is fate finally on his side?

[couldn’t stop myself from posting lmao sorry, and as always, kinda slow burn bc i can't stfu]

Reader POV

It took all of your strength to tear your eyes off the back of Jared’s head and look at the man guarding him from your view. Paul stood at Jared’s side and was just as adamant in ignoring you. Why won’t they turn around?

“What the fuck have you got to say for yourselves huh?! What’s wrong with you Samuel!” Leah screamed, wrapping her arm protectively around your shoulders. “You taking drugs or something? First you go missing, then these dickheads stop answering our texts, and now you three look like a bunch of gym junkies!!”

Sam’s worried expression hardened into an angry mask as he looked down his nose at her. “It’s none of your business, Leah. We’ve been busy with things much more important than hanging around with a bunch of girls.” he harshly gritted through his clenched jaw. Ouch.

“More important?! Maybe you’ve forgotten, but we are your FRIENDS. We were worried sick about you!” Leah shot back, poking her head around Sam’s side, “And don’t get me started on you, fuckwits! I’ve been doing my best to stop Y/N from going crazy for TWO WEEKS!”

The pair of them stopped breathing and turned to look at each other. Seeing Jared’s side profile, and how it had sharpened in such a short amount of time, was painful for you to accept. He was noticeably taller, his soft jawline had been carved into an angular square, and his eyes had hardened. The look of worry on his face confused you. He’s the one that ghosted me, and now he’s hurt? Your boyfriend looked like a different person - and maybe he was.

“Paul, I’m not surprised you’re being as cruel as ever, but you Jared… you’re honestly a disappointment.” Leah said with a disgusted tone.

Still, he refused to turn around. Still, he refused to speak.

Your body shook with sobs as you looked at the three boys you once thought were your friends. Is this really how it’s going to end? “You need to leave. I’m sorry, Y/N”, was all Sam could say in the face of your heartbreak. You couldn’t believe this was happening, not until you heard it from Jared himself.

“Jared?” You whispered, hurt seeping through your little voice. “W-why won’t you even look at me. Did I do something wrong?” You walked out of Leah’s comforting grasp, and reached around Sam to grab Jared’s warm bicep. The muscle tightened under your fingers and the sheer size of it shocked you. His head dropped as he took shaky breaths.

“Baby… I’m sorry.” His deep voice sent a wave of comfort through you; even if what he said cut you deep. “Please, please look at me, Jar” you begged. At this point, if you had to crawl through broken glass to see his beautiful smile again you would do it.

His head shot up and he turned to Sam. After a minute of silence, the older man gave a slight nod and Jared turned warily towards you. Paul grabbed his shoulder and the two exchanged a look of solidarity. What the fuck is happening?! Your mind was reeling with confusion and pain.

Finally, his eyes slowly raked up your body and locked with your watery pupils. He stood so close you could feel the heat radiating off him, as he searched your gaze for what felt like eternity before he let out a defeated sigh. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I didn’t want it to end like this -“ No no no no no!

You saw red. Weeks of worrying about your boyfriend has led to this - a public break up in front of the only friends you had. “What?! So you’re serious? Are… are you breaking up with me?”, you cut him off, angry sobs spilling from your lips. He flinched back as if you’d slapped him; and you wished you had. “It’s not working out. I’ve had some time to myself and I-I don’t think we’re right for each other.” He whispered.

Throwing your hands onto his pecs, you felt your world falling apart. “What did I do wrong? I gave you everything I have! I thought you loved me.”You cried, pounding his chest with your weak fists. You knew this was pathetic, but your heart had been ripped out and drowned in the ocean behind you. All you could do was cry and beg. You had nothing left.

“I will always love you.” He said, pressing a kiss to your forehead and removing himself from your desperate grip.

Leah pulled you back protectively cocooning you in her arms, “You’re a real piece of shit, Jared Cameron.” She growled at your now ex-boyfriend.

“Why don’t you two run along now, we’ve got plans.” Sam said in a polite tone that was ruined by his snarled expression.

Jared turned to run down the beach and Sam followed suit. You stood in Leah’s arms, watching your life walk away from you. A deep breath beside you reminded you that Paul hadn’t left yet. Is he here to gloat? To rub it in that I’m not good enough?

You were ready to shout in his face - scream to the high heavens about how this was all his fault - when your throat closed. His dark eyes shone with a warmth so bright it could fill the cracks of your broken heart. You completely forgot why you were even standing on the beach in the first place. The only clear thought you could understand was a single sentence floating through your mind.

Oh my god… he’s beautiful.

The earth below you fell away and all you saw was Paul. His tall tanned physique, the curve of his thin lips, the shape of his adoring eyes. You took in every feature that made up his frame, and drank it in like you’d never seen him before.

Looking at Paul Lahote felt like coming home.

What the FUCK is happening to me!

Paul POV

Hearing the way you broke down as Jared left was the worst sound Paul had ever heard. You had been living through hell without Jared and now he’d left you with the weakest of excuses. Paul knew his friend was forced into doing this and he was going to suffer for months after this; but that didn’t make it any easier to hear your beautiful voice begging for him to stay.

Sam’s harsh words probably didn’t help the situation either, but he really was just trying to keep you girls safe.

Leah stared daggers through Paul’s head and it was clear his presence wasn’t welcome. He knew he should leave but the howling cries of his wolf forced him to stay. Mine! MINE! the gravely voice in his head demanded.

Mine? Paul questioned. And before he knew it, the most mouthwatering smell known to man washed over him. The wind had picked up along the shore and a gust of your sweet scent rippled through his senses. He took a deep breath and savoured the way it calmed his wolf. Holy shit!

You pulled your eyes away from Jared’s retreating form and turned to Paul with a wildly angry look. She’s so hot when she’s angry, he thought to himself and his wolf happily agreed.

Then it happened.

Your pupils dilated and your face melted into a look of mesmerised affection. Paul thought he was dreaming. His soul pulled forward in his chest and reached for you like long lost lovers. The sound of your heartbeat echoed through Paul’s head as every loose thread in his life wrapped around you. The way your eyes took him in filled his wolf with pride - he made a point to puff out his chest and tense every muscle he owned. Paul would’ve spent a century here in comfortable silence with you, but life never did work in his favor.

A look of panic and confusion formed on your face and you turned to Leah. “We will be leaving now” Leah snapped, forcing your hand into hers and dragging you down the beach. NO!

A low growl sounded through Paul’s teeth as he reached to keep you close. You flinched away from him but kept intense eye contact as Leah continued to walk you off the beach. He knew you weren’t in the right place to accept what happened, but he thought surely you would’ve fought to stay by his side… at least for a few more minutes.

Paul was going crazy, split down the middle with mixed emotions. The man wanted to laugh and shout with joy that you were finally his. The wolf wanted to sink his teeth into the next person he saw - his imprint had just walked away without a single word.

In mere seconds, Paul ran for the trees and phased. Bursting through his human skin, the visions of you played through his mind on repeat. SHE’S MINE! Y/N IS MINE!!! he happily shouted through the empty pack mind. Sharing a brain with his friends wasn’t a great perk of being a shifter and Paul was grateful to be stuck on solo patrol for once. Howls of joy rang through the forest as he bounded towards your house.

The pull of the imprint bond was like his own navigation system leading him to you. Paul had always been drawn to you, and now he knew you would feel it too. As your backyard came into view, he sunk to the forest floor and watched your window for signs of life. The heartbeats coming from upstairs told him that you and Leah had made it home safe.

“Lee Lee… did Paul feel different to you?” your voice traveled through your bedroom window and Paul’s ears perked up. She’s thinking about me!

“Same as always hun, don’t worry about him. Fucker probably made Jared break up with you” Leah bitterly remarked. DID NOT! he growled to himself. You let out a surprised gasp, “oh right. I kinda forgot about that…”

“What? You forgot that Paul’s a jerk, or that Jared broke up with you?” Leah Joked.

“Um, honestly both.” You said in a dazed voice. Paul scoffed at the thought that he was a jerk but continued listening. She forgot about Jared? Shit, maybe this imprint thing really is strong.

“What?! Y/N you’re not going into shock are you? You’re taking this whole breakup thing a lot better than I thought you would. I mean you were screaming and crying, but the second Jared left you were like, completely fine.” Leah asked as you both walked downstairs.

“I don’t know Lee, I might be crazy but something happened with Paul,” You admitted and Paul held his breath, “When I looked at him I felt like I saw his soul. Like every piece of him was on show. And now I say it out loud I think I’m definitely going crazy!”

Paul felt your panic in his own chest as you spiralled. The two of you stepped out onto the back porch and the grey wolf sighed in relief seeing your beautiful face glowing in the sunlight.

“Calm down, it’s ok! Jared completely fucked you over, I’m sure you’re just confused right now and definitely haven’t processed it, babe.” Leah reassured you.

“I think you’re right. I just can’t stop thinking about Paul. My brains probably trying to distract me from Jared but honestly girl, I felt like I was being pulled towards him. It was SUPER weird” You said, dropping down onto the back stairs.

He could tell you were deep in thought as you ignored everything that came out of Leah’s mouth. Cutting her off mid-sentence you asked, “Lee… do you think Paul really does hate me?” Oh my god please Leah, please say something nice! Tell her she’s wrong!!!

“Paul hates practically everything, but honestly I’ve never seen him be rude to anyone like he is to you. It’s like you pissed in his rain boots or something.” She said, placing a hand on your shoulder. You sighed and nodded quietly.

LEAH CLEARWATER I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU FOR THIS! Paul couldn’t stop the furious bark he let out - Leah was ruining his chances before he even made a move.

Paul stayed flat on his stomach, watching you closely for another hour before he had to return to patrolling. Leaving you with his heart, he silently promised to prove you wrong. There was nothing in this life that he cared about more than you. He would do everything he could to see you as soon as possible.

I’ll be back, my love.

[mr-e-jarvis]

Listening to the Land

Twilight Fanfic

Relationship: Embry Call x Rowan Swan (OC)

Summary: Rowan Swan has always listened to the world around her — the forest, the animals, and sometimes things no human should notice. When the wolves of La Push claim one boy in particular, she finds herself drawn into a pull she doesn’t fully understand… and neither does he.

Chapter 1: Forest Gossip and Human Drama

Rowan perched on the low branch of the maple tree behind the Swan house, legs dangling, notebook open, pen poised. Bella had been moaning nonstop about her birthday all morning, a mixture of teenage melodrama and lingering trauma from… well, the usual chaos the Cullens brought. Rowan needed a break from her sister’s doom and gloom.

Luckily, the forest had opinions.

“Oh, this is rich,” a crow cawed from the fence post, wings spread in dramatic flair. “Your sister nearly died on her eighteenth birthday. Paper cut. Ha! Amateur.”

Rowan scribbled in her notebook. Bella nearly killed by paper cut. Check. She raised an eyebrow. “Really? That’s all?”

“Oh, no, sweet pea,” a squirrel said, hopping closer. “The tall, brooding one? Jasper? Lost it. Went completely berserk. Nearly tore the house apart before Edward swooped in.”

Rowan smiled. She already knew the Cullens were vampires. She had known for a long time; she had lived in Forks long before Bella returned, and the forest had filled her in over the years. The animals, as usual, were providing the juiciest commentary.

The fox by the creek padded closer, tail flicking with purpose. “And then Edward tried to save her, like the shiny hero he is. Too much force. Bella went flying… smashed through a table.”

Rowan froze mid-scribble. Flying? Through a table? She pictured it perfectly: broken glass, sharp edges, Bella screaming, and Edward flailing awkwardly while trying to restrain Jasper.

“Oh yes,” the crow added with relish, “and she got cut on her arm. Glass, of course. Classic Bella. Chaos and minor blood everywhere. We called dibs on commentary, but you—Rowan—you already knew.”

Rowan rolled her eyes, hiding a grin. “I knew, yes. Humans are hopeless.”

“And then…” the squirrel lowered its voice dramatically, “the Cullens left. All of them. Gone. Edward himself dragged Bella into the woods to tell her they were leaving. Then he left her there. Alone. Middle of the forest. Couldn’t find her way back.”

Rowan scribbled furiously. Cullens gone. Bella lost. Humans panicking. Forest opinion: predictably dramatic.

She glanced toward the yard. The search party was assembling. Charlie was barking orders, flashlights cutting through the darkness. Rowan’s legs swung nervously. She had been helping, subtly following the animals’ advice—quietly watching trails, noting animal reactions, making sure Bella didn’t wander into actual danger. Not that anyone would notice her contributions.

A low growl and shuffle caught her attention. The neighborhood dogs had gathered near the edge of the yard, alert, ears up, sniffing the air. “She’s coming,” one muttered.

Rowan froze. Moments later, Sam appeared in the backyard, carrying Bella in his arms. Rowan’s heart leapt. Even through the minor chaos and panic, she could hear the animals sigh in relief. Birds fluttered back onto fence posts, squirrels chattered nervously but stopped in recognition.

“Bella!” Charlie shouted, running forward. Rowan landed gracefully, rushing alongside. Bella stirred weakly, wrapped in Sam’s arms. Her hair was messy, her arm bleeding slightly from the glass cut, but she was alive.

The crow squawked from the fence post, “Finally! About time! Humans barely cope without supervision.”

Rowan made a note in her journal: Forest confirmed: humans are ridiculous. Bella survived. Cullens gone. Chaos continues.

Rowan glanced at Bella, lying now in Charlie’s arms, and couldn’t resist a small smile. She already knew the forest’s verdict: the girl had survived, not because of human skill, but because nature—and perhaps a little supernatural insight—had her back.

Jacob’s friends drifted through her thoughts—boys who always seemed older than they were. One of them stood out only because he didn’t try to. Quiet. Watching. Easy to miss unless you were listening.

Rowan, perched in the maple tree with notebook in hand, couldn’t help but think: next time, I’ll be at the beach before things get this ridiculous.

The forest, as always, whispered its approval.

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Hands of Fate 1. 2. 3. 4.

Hands of Fate 5

tags: @fatale-darling @rositxespinosa @dreamingofsecrets @ominousrefugethorn

•Paul Lahote x Fem Reader || NSFW•

[Aged up!!! Reader:21 Paul & Jared:22 Sam & Leah:23]

Paul always had shitty luck. His family was broken.His anger issues caused too many problems to count.And he had been in love with you since the day he met you. To top it all off you were Jared's girlfriend. Pretty unlucky, right?

After another turn of fate, the universe curses Paul with the spirit of a wolf. Maybe this time lady luck will bless him with you as his imprint.

Is fate finally on his side?

[This chapter is a bit short but is building up to the in the next one which is gonna be the main event!! kinda slow burn bc i can't stfu]

Paul POV

After a few hours, Jared and Paul had finally calmed down enough for Sam to explain what had happened to the three of them. Paul thought he was stuck in the world’s worst nightmare.

This can’t be real. I’m a fucking shifter. He couldn’t believe it. Every tribal story they’d been told since birth were no longer bedtime stories - they were ancient warnings from their ancestors.

Looking at his two friends, Paul had no choice but to accept what had happened. Sam’s large frame embodied authority, clearly mirroring his alpha status. Jared had broadened and shot up at least 4 inches, and Paul noticed he too had grown in height and muscle mass. It was as if they’d gone to bed as men and woken in the skin of gladiators.

The sound of their beating hearts rang clearly in Paul’s ears as he adjusted to his new hearing. A branch snapped miles off in the distance and he did his best to drown it out - it’s not like he had anything to be afraid of. I’m the scariest thing in this forest… Great. He thought sarcastically.

“So… what do we do now?” Jared asked in a helpless voice. Sam looked between his two followers and took a deep breath, “We have to see Chief Black.” Paul gave his alpha a questioning look and turned to see if Jared understood - he didn’t.

Walking through the thick forest towards the reservation, the moonlight filtered softly down onto the trio of semi naked men. Not a great time to gain night vision, Paul grumbled to himself. At least Sam had stashed shorts around the woods for situations like this.

As they approached the boundary line of their territory, Sam continued to explain. “The tribal council of elders are the only ones permitted to know about us. Well, technically they aren’t the only ones who can know, but Billy will have to tell you guys about that.” The click of his jaw gave Paul the assumption that it wasn’t going to be a comfortable conversation.

Walking through the door to the old redwood cabin, Paul’s eyes fell on the wheelchair bound man sat before him. His long greying hair and withered features spoke of knowledge and years well lived. “I see the packs grown, young Uley”, Billy commented with a smile, as he took in the new faces.

“You would be right Chief. All it took was a dramatic fist fight and these two idiots were phasing quicker than the blink of an eye” Sam said, rolling his eyes and taking a seat at the dining table. Paul was angry at the comment and ashamed of what had happened but now wasn’t the time to start another battle. Not when it meant he could tear through human flesh like tissue paper.

“Well there’s never going to be a good time to say this, so I may as well get it over with.” Billy sighed and wheeled himself over to the table.

“For the next two weeks, neither of you boys are permitted to see anyone. No family, no friends, no one.”

Who is he to tell me what I can do?! Paul was livid. “Why the fuck does it matter?” He gritted through his teeth.

Jared was just as upset at the news. His fists were shaking and his chest was puffed up intimidatingly - He actually had someone who relied on him. “I can’t avoid my girlfriend; she’s been through a lot recently. I won’t do that to her” He said, throwing a sideways glance at Paul. The underlying comment hurt Paul’s heart but he knew his friend was right.

“You’re new to this life and it’s dangerous to put people you love in a situation they can’t handle!” The Chief said as he turned to Jared. “And about that… as protectors of this land, you can no longer have girlfriends. The only relationship you will have is with your imprint.” Billy said, studying the grimace on Jared’s face.

“THIS IS BULLSHIT!” Jared yelled and stepped back from the table, “What the fuck is an imprint? Why does that even matter if I’m already in love!?” Paul’s gut rolled with envy as his best friend got angrier and angrier. He wasn’t going to stop Jared’s outburst though, because if Paul had you he would do anything he could to get home to you.

“You will not scream in my house, boy!” Billy’s thunderous voice traveled through the room as he slammed his hands on the tabletop. “Imprints are a sacred bond formed between a wolf and his mate. The Fates will send you a woman who completes you in every way. She makes the wolf stronger, she pulls you to earth like gravity, and the instant you lock eyes with her your soul will know. So unless this little girlfriend of yours has been sent to you by the Spirits, you will NOT continue this relationship. Is that understood?” Jared turned and walked outside, surely unable to control himself.

For the millionth time tonight, Paul couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Mate? Like a soulmate? Who would be stuck with me? What if it’s… no it couldn’t be Y/N… but what if it is?

Paul’s mind ran wild with a secret hope that you were his. He knew it was harsh to wish something like this when Jared’s world was being torn apart. But selfishly, the hope that you would be his was keeping him from insanity.

And if you weren’t his imprint, Paul silently prayed to the heavens that the Spirits would send his soon. He couldn’t take this heartache much longer.

His train of thought drifted to the possible imprints of his pack brothers. “Is this why you haven’t seen Emily yet?” Paul questioned his alpha. He knew Emily had been asking around for Sam; she was practically sick with worry. The older man dropped his head into his hands, “I can’t bring myself to face her… I don’t know what I’d do if she isn’t mine.”

Paul walked out to find Jared pacing the tree line. “Don’t get any ideas, Lahote” Jared spat out, “Y/N will be MY imprint. She has to be, I won’t just give up on her!”

Paul stood toe to toe with his best friend and squared his jaw. He’d been holding back his rage all night and now it burst free like a coiled spring. The wolf scratching at Paul’s insides was itching for an outlet to pour his anger into.

I’m not giving up without a fight.

“And if she isn’t yours? Well, there’s nothing you can do about it.” He whispered with a cocky grin. Paul kicked Jared’s legs out from under him, pinning him to the forest floor with his fist. Jared threw knuckles at Paul’s face and the two began scuffling amongst the ferns. Both men shook with anger as the outlines of their bodies struggled to stay human. If they weren’t careful this was going to be a blood bath.

“ENOUGH! STOP ACTING LIKE CHILDREN, BOTH OF YOU!” The sound of an alpha order cut through the tension and both men had no option but to comply. “You are not to speak to each other until tomorrow, is that clear?” Sam ordered and pulled Paul to his feet, marching them both deeper into the trees.

Lying in the woods behind the redwood cabin, the three men did their best to fall asleep. After the situation earlier, no one was getting any sleep anytime soon. Paul stared up at the early morning sky and thought of his life. Every memory was full of hardship and pain, and in 22 years, Paul had nothing good worth remembering. His mother was dead, his father was a drunk, and now he felt torn between the woman he loved and his pack brother. The messed up journey of loss and anger wasn’t over, and in fact it had led to a life-altering curse. He felt as if he was paying for sins his soul had committed in a past life. “Why me?” He whispered into the cool dawn air as he curled into himself and shut his eyes.

Reader POV

Two weeks.

It had been two weeks since you’d heard from Jared and you were an absolute mess. You were stuck living in autopilot, reliving the last night you saw him in your head.

The last kiss you shared with your boyfriend felt so rushed. You wished you could go back in time and embrace him properly, hold his face and press your lips to his until you melted into one being. But he wasn’t here, you couldn’t hold him, and he wasn’t answering your texts. His absence spoke louder than any words could and it was eating you alive.

Why did I insist on going out?

Is he angry at me?

Does he even love me anymore?

God, I wish he would just talk to me.

“Hey lazy bones, stop getting stuck in your head!” Leah poked you in the side and you shook your head to clear the insistent thoughts.

The sun was peaking through the clouds as the two of you were walking to First Beach. In the chaotic mess of recent events, Leah had been your beacon of hope. She had dragged you from bed almost everyday and like clockwork she always had something planned to keep you occupied. You did your best to stay present and appreciate everything Leah did for you; she really was your best friend.

“Sorry Lee, I just can’t stop worrying… What if there’s something wrong with me?” You said in a small voice, trailing after her towards your destination. Leah linked her arm with yours and pulled you forward. “Don’t say sorry and don’t you dare say that! I wouldn’t be friends with a loser” She joked as you giggled. It felt nice to laugh. “It’s not your fault that boys are stupid. Jared’s probably just sulking about Paul.” She said, and the mention of his name made your stomach clench.

As you hit the sand, three tall figures along the shore stuck out on the empty beach. Their large muscular backs were turned to you but somehow they felt familiar. “Lee Lee, do we know those guys?“ You asked, slowing your steps to take in the strangers appearances.

As you spoke, the three men went deathly still and stood taller; it was almost like they’d heard your voice from a mile away. That’s silly. I’m just imagining things, You dismissed and turned to Leah. Her face was screwed up like she was trying to make sense of what she was seeing. “I don’t know girl, they seem really familiar though. The big one looks kinda like Sam” She said with a hint of confusion. As Leah spoke, the tallest man turned his head slowly and his eyes pierced through you. The wind in your lungs rushed out in disbelief as Sam Uley stood panicked in front of you. “What the FUCK! That is Sam!” Leah blurted out, anger starting to bubble up onto her facial features.

“Does that mean… does that mean the other two are..” You wouldn’t even get the question out but Leah knew exactly what you wanted to ask. Your knees wobbled with anxiety as she grabbed your arm and stalked towards the tall men. “It better fucking not be! If those three are off playing happy family I’m going to rip a hole in each one of them!” Leah was absolutely livid and you were on the verge of a panic attack. oh my god oh my god oh my god your chest was tight with worry and tears threatened to spill down your crumpled face.

As Leah dragged you down the beach, Sam pushed the other men behind him and stood menacingly staring down the two women barreling towards him. The men behind Sam refused to turn around but you knew exactly who it was. Bile threatened to erupt from your stomach, as Leah started screaming. This can’t be happening!

Hands of Fate 6

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Reasons why I dont like writing for Seth and I rarely do:

In the movies he is a MINOORRR. Every single fic I write of him on here, I put a note saying that he is an adult in my story and I use a picture of a more recent him or when he was at least 18. Even then, I get uncomfortable. He just looks like a baby! And then using pics of him from recent, his hair is long and it doesnt go with the twilight lore!!!! 😞

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It takes everything in me to NOT call Quil Ateara, Quilliam fancyson.

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Pretend you're in twilight. You meet Jacob and then these two pop in. Which one you gonna kiss? 👀

KISS?

Embry

Quil

neither i like Paul

Im kissing Jake TF you mean quil or embry

neither i like Jared

neither Im too shy

neither I like Leah

neither I like seth

neither I like Sam

Voting ended onJun 8

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