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you’re my best friend - bella and jacob, in the life they chose. together.

It took a long time, but eventually Bella realized she was better off with her life now. Sure, Edward had been great to her for that short time, but it wasn’t forever. She didn’t want to sign away her life for someone she had only known a few months. He was right to leave her. 

She didn’t truly feel that way until one day in the middle of her spring break, going cliff diving with Jacob. She didn’t wish another person was there with her. The only voice she heard was Jacob’s calling up to her to come join him. It felt like freedom, joy without expectations. As she prepared to leap, she saw a whole life spread in front of her - dreams and ambitions, chosen family, the ability to grow and change and to be with someone safe, in every sense of the word. It wasn’t settling; it never was. It was home. She chose it, she chose him, wholeheartedly. 

That didn’t mean the next few years were easy. Trauma has a way of sneaking around, of staying, of manifesting when you least expect it. Bella’s nightmares and Jacob’s panic attacks didn’t go away. They faded, grew less frequent over time. But still there. Healing is a nonlinear process, and they know they’ll probably never reach the end. But between each other, and their chosen families, a future to work towards, they’re good. 

Bella decided against college. She knew it was expected; just what good, quiet, studious girls did. But she had grown to love Forks, love the lush trees, the constant sweater weather, the proximity to Charlie, to Jacob, to everyone that welcomed her and saved her when they didn’t have to. She isn’t ready to leave that behind just yet. She’s picking up shifts at the diner, finally accepting Cora’s offer to join her. Except she’s chosen the kitchen. The shifts are long and she barely has time to think between orders, but it’s good for her. And the boys never mind the leftovers and slightly out of date food she brings home.

Jacob, long fed up with traditional school, and with no idea how to go back, signs up for his GED. Billy and Bella help him with flashcards at the kitchen table, textbooks at the ocean, math over motorcycles and book discussions during hikes. When his results come in the mail, a “congratulations” and “we are pleased to inform you” right at the top, Bella doesn’t bother to act surprised or hide her pride. Jacob deserves it. He is amazing, and she’s tired of pretending she doesn’t know that.

Bella slides right in, a puzzle piece just waiting for the right spot, all her breaks and bruises and jagged edges accepted, taken at face value. She knew she had once found solace in La Push, but now she found a home. She began to spend more time there, crashing on Rachel’s bed more often than not, then waking up to cook breakfast with Jacob. More of her stuff began to materialize there until the room had become hers. 

She spent time with Billy, helped take care of the house, laughed at the group’s adventures, went to and hosted gatherings with all their neighbors, baked and cooked with Emily for the pack. She supposed they were both wolf girls now. Thinking of the time she had originally made the joke to Emily used to hurt, to break open the hole in her chest. Now it was just an unpleasant reminder of choices she had almost made,  and she couldn’t be more grateful for the change. 

Jacob, for once, wasn’t in any rush. He had been forced to grow up quickly, to survive the loss of his mother, learn how to help his father, his sisters leaving, forced into a protector role he didn’t ask for. But now, life could go at its own pace. He wasn’t on anyone’s schedule but his own. It was safe, and freeing, and, most of all, his choice.

Their life was simple, easy. Soft blankets slung over the couch, a neverending stack of movies to watch together, frequent picnics to the beach and talking on that one piece of driftwood, a home cluttered with photos and games and tools, cozy and comfortable. 

Bella had always loved the warmth, the feel of the sun on her skin. But she made her home in the woods, where it rained more often than not and her collection of sweatshirts was somehow still growing. But it was a home she chose, with a warmth, sunshine personified that chose her.

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📓 Leah and Seth for the headcanon prompts

They may have lived in the same house, but everyone that knew the Clearwaters knew the children couldn’t be more different. Seth, especially as a child, was quiet and shy, while Leah was more outgoing, even as she kept to her circle of friends. Leah was athletic, always moving, but Seth was happiest on the couch with a book. And while the start of a new school year was Seth’s favorite time of year, it was Leah’s least.

Not that Leah didn’t like school, per say. Or she was indifferent to it. She liked seeing her friends, and the start of new basketball and track seasons. That’s what she looked forward to. But sitting in a classroom, listening to a teacher drone on, homework, tests? That she wasn’t a fan of.

Seth couldn’t fully, honestly say he liked homework and tests, but he loved the act of learning. He always had, ever since he was little. He always asked for books for birthdays and Christmases, and they usually were some type of educational book - he had nearly every single Fact Tracker book from the Magic Treehouse series. So reading and discovering new things to learn about? That he could get behind.

The Clearwaters were certainly a family of traditions, and the start of school season was no exception. Summers were spent with trips to the beach, day-long adventures down the coast, going out fishing on weekend mornings and spending the whole day by the water. It was only natural they were all a little sad when the days started getting just noticeably colder and the “welcome back” signs popped up in schools and in front of notebook and pencil displays.

Their schedules were always ready exactly a week before the first day, listing the order of their classes and the supplies they would need. Not that it changed much year to year. But on Schedule Pickup Day, Harry would take a half day from work, coming home just before lunch. He’d take both kids out to eat, then to pick up their schedules. After that all-important paper was safely secured, it was out to the local shops to pick up supplies. Truthfully, they never needed much. Most everything from the previous years was still good. Mostly it was an excuse to spend just a little more time together before the hectic schedule of the school year kicked in. 

The first day Sue had off in her varied nursing schedule, it was her turn to take the kids out. She’d drag them out of bed early, refusing to let them waste the whole day in it. All in the name of getting them ready for an early school schedule, she’d argue. Working together, they would create a full breakfast spread: bacon, eggs, pancakes, complete with syrups and fruits, finishing just in time for Harry to eat with them before he had to go to work. After eating (and cleaning up, of course), they’d go off in search of new school clothes and anything they might need for the upcoming school year.

The night before school started was the same favorite tradition of the town: a bonfire on the beach. Everyone would be starting school the next morning, so it was time for one last night of summer fun. As always, everyone would come loaded down with food to share. Someone would bring a boombox, or a guitar, leading to dancing and singing along. Maybe someone would find time for storytelling, or maybe they would just talk and joke the night away. However it would go, inevitably everyone would be a little tired the next day. But no one would say it wasn’t worth it.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

After joining the Cullens, Bella is struggling to adjust to the new life. Rosalie helps her in more ways than one.

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stitches: accident headcanons for the pack

Life in the wolf pack could be chaotic at times. Teenagers tended to think they were indestructible; it was no difference when the teenagers in question virtually were. They could get hurt, but even serious injuries healed in a fraction of the time. They could constantly be found testing their abilities, hanging out in groups, doing increasingly ridiculous things to learn just how much they were capable of.

They started with cliff diving. It was something most kids on the reservation did anyway, so it would be a safe test of their abilities. If normal kids didn’t get hurt, who’s to say they would? They jumped from the lower ledge a few times, but they quickly became bored with it. There was no challenge, no time to enjoy the feeling of flying through the air before landing in the water.

So they started leaping off the higher cliff, slowly moving up until they were on the tallest cliff. It was a long way down, and it was exactly what they wanted. They would laugh and joke with each other at the top, each daring the others to try different tricks on the way down. Contests for who could make the biggest splash, return to shore the fastest, make the most flips on the way down, even scream the loudest were rampant. Sometimes two or more would jump off at the same time and they’d see who could hit the water the fastest. They were bad at keeping track of who won, but it didn’t really matter. Each individual would claim they had won anyway. They were having fun together and that was all that mattered.

It was always a bit more dangerous when they’d go down together. They’d tend to be so close that it was all too easy to accidentally bump into each other on the way down. This could end with some big bruises, a sore leg or arm, or other small injuries that were practically healed before they were even noticed. The boys would just shrug it off. What were a few small injuries when you were having fun?

The worst could occur when swimming back from wherever they had landed in the water. If they weren’t careful, or weren’t paying enough attention, they could risk getting hit or cut by the rocks. These would heal quickly too, but it was a pain trying to swim back with a big cut or something broken. A few times they would haul themselves out of the water, waiting to heal before they swam back. Doing this always earned the committer a few extra teasing jokes before they jumped off again.

Other times, they had to make circuits around the tribe’s land to check for errant vampires. More often than not, there were none they didn’t know, so they had to find other ways to entertain themselves while patrolling. They mostly raced against each other, seeing who could complete their route the fastest or the most times in a set length of time. These could get increasingly competitive, with the wolves running as fast as they could to beat their opponent. Again, they rarely actually kept track of who won.

They could easily be moving so fast and be so into the race that they weren’t very good at noticing their surroundings, especially towards the end. This could lead to them crashing into trees or rocks in the forest. This often caused more damage to the trees, but it at least slowed them down enough. It generally led to Sam asking them to please focus on the task at hand. Sometimes they listened. Sometimes they talked him into racing with them. Somehow he always won.

They got together a lot, both wolf and human form. It didn’t really matter what they did, they were just really excited to be together a sa group as much as they could. Sam held meetings at his house at least weekly, which would go quickly before the night dissolved into talk and laughter with plenty of food split between them. It wouldn’t be long before they would spill out of the house, laying outside, sitting by a bonfire, or running around together. Races would happen now too, the same as in wolf form but without the bandages. Emily had to keep a first aid kit handy, because even fast-healing injuries might need a quick band-aid or wrap before they ran off to do something else chaotic.

When in wolf form, they liked to practice fighting. It wasn’t exactly like fighting a vampire, but it helped keep their skills strong. This was easily the activity that led to the most injuries, but none of them minded. They had too much fun, and none wanted to hold back. They’d fight until one tapped out, leaving the other the winner. Scrapes and bruises would again heal quickly but it was never too fun to have a battle injury.

The worst part of healing fast is that it never left scars. They all agreed that “I fought a wolf and won” would be a great story to tell.

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#20. things you said that I wasn’t meant to hear for Emmett & Rosalie?

Emmett certainly wasn’t a serious person, and rarely had to ask for advice. So Carlisle was confused yet grateful when Emmett asked if they could go on a hunt together. It was the first time he had seen the younger, stronger vampire look nervous.

They ran through the woods, heading to one of their favorite spots. It was close, but far enough that they could get a good run in. Their trip was quiet, as Emmett couldn’t figure out where to begin and Carlisle was letting him gather his thoughts before beginning.

“I have a question,” Emmett finally said. They had slowed to a walk, looking for a suitable place to hide for prey.

“I hopefully have an answer. What’s on your mind?” He stopped when Emmett did, the latter squatting against a tree. Carlisle knelt next to him, both men concealed by a large boulder and plants tangled in the tree’s roots.

“How, um… you and Esme.” He took a deep breath. It wasn’t necessary, but helped calm his nerves. “How did you start… start dating?”

Carlisle let out a small chuckle, a twinkle in his eye. “Oh, it took us a while. Your mother had, well, she needed time, and I wanted to give her the space she needed. But I loved her from the moment I saw her, and I fell more daily. Edward told me later he wanted to explode; we both had such strong feelings and refused to act. We went on a walk one day and Esme just took my hand. It felt different, somehow. We escalated from there.”

“Ma made the first move? Nice!” Emmett said with a low whistle.

Carlisle rolled his eyes, but didn’t fight his fond smile. “Yes, yes she did. Why do you ask? Has someone caught your eye? It might be… risky, I suppose, to date someone at the school. But if you feel confident, we can offer support. Alice can keep an eye-”

“No, it’s not like that,” Emmett interrupted, looking away.

“Oh. Well, there must be someone? I presume these nerves are not due to the deer?”

Emmett grinned awkwardly, then stood. He paced between the trees as Carlisle watched. Eventually, he stood and placed a hand on his son’s shoulders. Emmett stopped and took a deep breath. “I think I’m in love with Rosalie,” Emmett said. “Wait, no. I know I’m in love with her,” he corrected.

Carlisle grinned widely. “I thought I noticed you two growing closer.” He put his arms around Emmett’s shoulder and they began to walk back to the house, their hunting trip forgotten. “Do you think she feels the same for you?”

“I don’t know.” Emmett shrugged.

“Do you have experience from your human life? I haven’t heard you talk much about it.”

“It’s over now. A little, I think? I definitely did more than my fair share of flirting. But nothing serious. Nothing… real.”

Carlisle smiled. “I think you should tell her, son. Eternity is a long time to go with regrets.”

Emmett stopped, they were pretty close to the house by now. “What if she says no?”

“It’ll hurt. But what if she says yes?”

Emmett’s chuckle was nervous. “I haven’t thought that far ahead. I can’t really get past how much I care for Rose.”

“There’s value in letting people know that even if it doesn’t end how you want.” He checked his watch. “I’m sorry to cut this talk short, but I’m afraid I must get ready for my shift. Are you alright?”

“I think so. For now, anyway. Thanks for the advice.”

“Anytime, Emmett.” Carlisle said as he jogged towards the house. Emmett smiled in response, then began walking along the perimeter of their yard, muttering under his breath, trying to determine the right words to say.

Rosalie stood up from where she had been helping Esme in her garden. They couldn’t have noticed how close she was. The far end of the garden was right alongside the forest but rarely visited by anyone other than Esme. their voices had been just loud enough.

Maybe Esme wouldn’t be the only one to make the first move.

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“You know you’re going to have to dance with me at some point, right?” Alice said, coming back to their table and sliding into her seat next to Bella.

“I told you I still don’t like dancing, babe. I am perfectly content to sit here with you, or watch you dance with everyone else…”

“So you like to watch?” Alice interrupted, raising her eyebrow.

Bella just glared at her. “Anyway, we can hit up the photobooth or keep talking. I’m perfectly fine here.”

“Really? You’re just going to sit here the whole time?” Alice rested her hand on Bella’s knee.

“No. I’ll probably sit over there for a bit.” Bella pointed across the field of tables to where the Denalis had been sitting. None of them were currently at the table, however. “I haven’t seen Tanya in ages.”

“We all hung out last night.” Alice squeezed her knee.

“Alice.”

”Bella.”

“You won’t give up, will you?” Bella said, leaning into Alice.

“It’s not really in my nature,” Alice challenged, leaning in for a kiss. She left their foreheads together. “Rose will be mad if you just sit here all night.”

Bella pulled back. “Please, she’s probably already mad that I’m even here,” she said with a scoff.

Alice sighed and rolled her eyes. “Fine. Emmett will be mad if you don’t do anything.”

“He hasn’t looked anywhere but Rosalie long enough to notice my dancing. Or lack thereof.”

“Please, Bella?” Alice slid her arm around Bella’s waist and pulled her as close as the chairs would allow.

“What’s in it for me?” She placed her hand on Alice’s knee, sliding it up ever so slightly.

Alice put her other hand on Bella’s neck and leaned closer. “Wouldn’t you like to find out?” she whispered in her ear, softly biting her lobe to punctuate her statement. She stood up, pulling Bella with her, then dropped her hand and walked away.

“Really, babe?” Bella said before she could leave.

“What?” Alice asked innocently.

“You drive a hard bargain.” Bella closed the distance between them and wrapped her arms around Alice’s waist.

“I know what I want.” Alice put both her arms around Bella’s neck. “Is this really so bad?”

“I guess anything’s okay, as long as it’s with you.” They began to sway in place, right beside the table. The song ended before either of them knew it.

“Are you gonna make me go to the actual dance floor now?” Bella asked, stopping their movement but not taking her hands off Alice.

Alice laughed. “Can I really make you do anything?” 

“Yes,” Bella answered too quickly.

“Then I guess there’s your answer.” Alice pulled out of Bella’s grasp, took her hand, and pulled her to the dance floor. 

“You better make this up to me,” Bella muttered once Alice had them at the center.

“We’ll see about that,” Alice said, a mischievous glint in her eye.

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when writing “beautifully happy & painless romantic,” one of my favorite parts was imagining where the members of the pack were in their lives. as it wasn’t the focus of the fic, i didn’t dive too much into the details. but i do what i want and really love thinking about it (plus i’m always down for more pack content) so i’m beginning to write longer pieces focusing on each of the members. here’s seth’s.

As long as he could remember, Seth wanted to be a teacher. From the start, he loved school, loved learning. When he phased and was told he would have to drop out, he hated hearing it as much as Sam hated telling him. But there’s not much use in dwelling on what you can’t change, so he did his best to keep up with everyone. He knew eventually he would find his way back.

Months later, everything tentatively seemed safe. They would always need protectors, but two large packs wasn’t necessary anymore. And Jacob knew Seth didn’t want this, not really. It was an order he was only too happy to give; Seth had to stay home and go back to school. Someone had to be the brains of this generation. And as one who could always stay positive, upbeat, he was one of the first to have full control. The worry was always possible, but no longer probable. 

Even with all of…everything, Seth was able to catch up and graduate on time. He spent a lot of time towards the end of his senior year applying to schools, researching the ones nearby that had good teaching programs. He landed on one in Seattle, refusing to go too far away. And of course, Leah was happy to make some room for him in her apartment in the city. After so much time together as a pack, they had missed each other a ton when Leah moved away. She was only too happy to have her brother back, even if she tried to hide it.

To no one’s surprise, Seth loved college. He fit right in; adjusted well. Being in an environment where all he had to do was meet people and learn was right up his alley. He loved his classes; always gushing to Leah whenever they both had time to grab a meal together. Through clubs, classes, bumping into people in the cafeteria or at the library, Seth found plenty of friends as well. 

Five weeks in, he finally was able to go to a meeting of the Educator’s Club. It was a club on campus for everyone in the teaching program, regardless of subject. He hadn’t narrowed down his focus yet, and was hoping the club could help him figure it out. Plus, knowing more people in his major couldn’t hurt. But it was so much better when he walked in and saw a face he hadn’t seen in ten years.

As a child, Seth’s best friend had been a girl named Violet. From their first meeting at nearly a year old, to when Violet’s family had to move across the country, they had been inseparable. And as unfortunately almost always happens, they had lost touch over the years. But now, ten years later, they were in the same room again. And this time, they wouldn’t lose touch.

They quickly became close again, almost like no time had passed. She slid right back into Seth’s life, and he into hers. And then at a party, she leaned over to kiss him and the rest was history. A few years later, with hiring letters from the same school and Seth down on one knee at their graduation, they were ready to start their lives together.

It was easy for Seth to settle back into life in La Push, especially with Violet by his side. Sue came by for visits, and they swung by his childhood home. Violet remembered more than she thought, although it was different now. He kept friends with the old pack, laughing about past adventures and thinking to the future. He had grown up surrounded by love, and he wanted that for his kids. He couldn’t wait to have a big family.

So it was perfect when late one night, Violet had some great news for him, and a slight need for a bigger house.

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For Leah/Rosalie

For most of them, working with the Cullens instead of against them was weird at best. Some of them - Seth, Quil - found it easy to get along once they were fighting side-by-side instead of with each other. Many of the Cullens tried to be welcoming, knowing it was their fault. Carlisle helped to plan, Esme cooked for them, Emmett trained to fight alone and with them. Bella’s old friendships were still there, albeit a bit more strained. Rosalie was the one who stayed out of the way, avoiding the wolves and her family, mad she was again in danger because of the stupid choices of others.

Leah was stuck, avoiding one pack she didn’t want to be a part of with the forced comfort of another. She spent her limited free time running as a wolf, phasing back for the all too rare but increasingly necessary silence. But she wasn’t always alone as she thought.

Rosalie couldn’t stand being in the area much, either. She didn’t like all of the newcomers, all the talks of trainings and battles and strategies and escape plans. It felt like there wasn’t any more room for her left in the house. So she’d run, disguising it as scouting missions if anyone cared to ask. More often than not, she found herself following the little grey wolf. It didn’t make sense. She wanted to be alone, and she was sure Leah did too. But for whatever reason, she was drawn to her. 

“So is there a reason you’re always following me?” Leah called after wading into the river. Rosalie had just been about to run back home when the voice stopped her.

“Sorry!” Rosalie sighed, then walked to the river. She sat on the edge and tucked her feet into the water. “I thought I was being subtle.”

Leah snorted. “Your lot was never good at subtlety. I’m surprised the whole town isn’t after you with pitchforks by now.”

“Fat lot of good that would do them.” Rosalie’s smile was brief.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“Oh. Yeah, um. I guess I was just hoping for a place to be alone…”

“Isn’t the point of being alone to actually be alone?”

“I can’t answer your question if you keep interrupting me.” When Leah shrugged but didn’t say anything, Rosalie continued. “I mean, you’re right. I just don’t really know where to go around here. And you seem to be the only one who hates this as much as I do, so…”

“Yeah. You’ve never been my favorite kind of… people.”

Rosalie winced. “Not without reason,” she admitted.

Leah nodded. “You seem cool, though. For a vamp, anyway.”

“Low bar.”

Leah laughed at that. “At least you clear it.”

“I do my best.”

“Well. Since you’re already here, invading my alone time. This section of the river is a good place to be. Patrols don’t come out here this far. That way, there’s a small break in the trees. Right at the bottom of that cliff is a cave. All good places to be alone, if you’re looking for actual alone time. I’m very good at finding brooding spots.”

“Can I stay here? I mean, since I’ve already ruined the alone-ness of it…”

Leah sighed, but she smiled after. “If you insist.”

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