#does sam talk about him or is he also a jacob lover or both…thoughts

[hyohaehyuk]

Sam talks about Jacob being 'an exceptional person' and answers what would have happened if Dale interviewed Lestat and whether or not Dale and Louis would be "friends" in The Emsolation Podcast Extras!

Note: Unf this is not the complete video where he answears that question(s). I had to edit it with a few excerpts i found so it might not make much sense. if someone put the whole segment of this question(s) i will edit this with that video

Source: The Emsolation Podcast - Sam Reid talks the FINAL season of The Newsreader, urvampiregirls, loustatsoup, comeappraiseme and pixielayer

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Him saying that he can't imagine Louis giving two f*cks about Dale 😞 Well the fanfics says otherwise 🙃 i am really surprised they didn't told im about the Louis x Dale fanfics on AO3 🤣

i cant find the tweet now but i swear that i saw someone one twitter saying that Michael Lucas and the lady in the video talked about it a few weeks ago in one of The Emsolation podcast eps.

Anyway, it's funny that Lestat possessed him both times: one (where Sam clearly was able to control him) where he was totally down to the idea of f*cking Dale and in the other where he cant stand the idea of Louis f*cking Dale (Lestat you fake poly. A cheater is what you are) I didn't believed 100% in the Lestat possession allegations until i watch this 🤯

[maryhadalittlehobby]

Recap of IWTV Screening and Conversation at 92stY

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I started the day with a fang gang meetup hosted by Black Girl Talks Fangs. The restaurant was cute and the food great. I'm not a big wine drinker but got a blood red Chateau in honor of the occasion. After, we headed over to the event space.

In my experience attending different events there, the actors typically come in just before the event starts or a few minutes into the screening.

In this case- it was both.

Eric strolled up super casual and had a convo with myself and a few other fans asking if we had read the books and what we were looking forward to. He gave a parting message that the season is amazing and he is not just saying that because he is part of it. I believe him. He was super personable and down to earth.

Delainey arrived next and again kind and generous with her time. She has a very chill energy. Her outfit was more casual this day but I thought chic and the face card never declines. Her makeup artist does her right! And can we talk about that sleek ass ponytail

She complimented my cosplay and said she thinks my beret might be the screen accurate one!

She asked to touch it and said mine was softer!

She also said Carol Cutshall gifted her the beret so she owns Claudia's.

I put this cosplay together in 3 weeks which is barely enough time. Thankfully I had the idea knocking around since October when we first saw this fit in the trailer that dropped at NYCC 23.

Myself and a few fans waited till about 15 minutes into the start of the screening before we gave up on waiting for Jam Reiderson.

While running to the screening I nearly literally ran into Rolin. I asked for a quick pic which he obliged.

The episode was amazing. Very much on par of season 1 so far. Can't wait to see the full thing. Delainey fit into Claudia seamlessly.

The panel itself was great as well. I have a few vids in my IWTV highlight on IG and a few others in an upcoming youtube video I will make AFTER the episode drops. There are some spoiler bits plus 92Y is dropping the full panel too after the ep airs.

Highlights include watching Jam Reiderson literally communicate telepathically- what was the fun on set story?!

Sam slapping Jacobs' lower inner thigh in front of god (Rolin) and everyone.

Working together is like putting on an old glove. An old sock?! Lol what. 'Is that dirty?'

Assad trauma dumping on main. "Armands lost...like me." "I'm intimidated by the cast" Sir please!

Assad also being spicy saying he thinks Armands memory of Lestat is pretty accurate. Drag him king😄

Delainey and Jacob gushing about how they immediately bonded and established their father/daughter/sibling vibes.

Eric calling Jam puppies and Jacob saying "I'm a grown man a parent"lol Sir you are a baby girl as evidenced by

Rolin saying that's a book and this is a show. To me that said was book lovers have the book and you always will but this is a new thing that respects the source but isn't tied down to every single detail.

Then Sam saying there are contradictions even within the series. Please lets talk about it.

And I love this new narrative everyone is spinning, even Sam, who seemed to be in the Lestat is right and Louis is lying boat last press go round. Now everyone is saying there is no right and wrong or truth and lies-the story is told by different people with different perspectives and that's all. Which yes! that's ALWAYS how I saw it! Just because Lestat became the main character and most favored doesn't mean he is infallible.

Jacob and that plushie. Who would have imagined he'd love it so much. Another fan was coming with their Lestat. I don't know if they had intentions of giving it to Sam but sadly they didn't make it.

After the panel I went back to the spot and aimed to get Jacobs signature on my Street of Immortality print which I managed.

I would have loved to get Sam's to but I also wanted to give other fans the chance to get photos and autos. I was already so lucky.

They signed for a loooong time. So long I thought our side wouldnt have a chance or only a few people would. Turns out fans were conducting mini interviews with them lol Someone needs to collect all the questions and answers.

Also they are the smallest cast you've ever seem. Pocketbsized. Everyone one of them is so unassuming.

Overall I had a super good time. The audience vibes were immaculate. The person beside me during the screening/panel was losing their shit then apologizing. But honestly I was here for it lol

Also you could 100% tell it was an audience full of the online fandom.

I ended the night checking out the Time Square ad. It was awesome to see our vamps represented. Hopefully we get a ton of new fans from all the amazing marketing this year.

[pynkhues]

Thoughts about Lestat's monologue on the balcony? Was he talking about Louis (desperately alive and desperately fragile)?

Oh, man, I adore that monologue, anon. The quiet intimacy, the cracks of heartbreak starting to show, the need and the want to hold onto this moment a little longer, knowing that everything's about to fall apart. There's a crushing grief in both of them that they're trying to hide behind a flippancy that belies the weight of what's about to happen, and Sam Reid and Jacob Anderson both play it so beautifully. Just!! Wonderful!! Wonderful writing, wonderful acting, wonderful direction.

One of the things that gets to me about the season overall is how it does such a good job at showing Lestat, Louis and Claudia's displacement. There's this sense that they never really fit into the places they exist in, whether that be shown in Lestat's transience or his othering as an outsider to New Orleans, or in Louis feeling unwelcome in the home he bought for his family, or flushed out of a business he built due to racism, or Claudia being taken during a race riot and moved into the home of a white man who'd rebirth her and then keep her like a pet for his lover.

They play house, and I think each desperately seek a sort of home - a permanence that immortality can never truly offer - but the reality is all three of them come from traumatised backgrounds that have hardened the pliable parts of them in ways that are inevitably set to fracture.

But! Home for Lestat is Louis, and he chose that. Wanted it. Lets himself pretend it's fate, something that the show emphasises in their first proper meeting with Lily between them, when Lestat is delighted by Louis' name and reveals he was planning on moving to St Louis. Lestat was looking for a place to lay roots, and he found a person to lay them in instead.

It creates an interesting juxtaposition to Louis, I think, who needs physical grounding. I do think Louis is just as possessive as Lestat, but I think Louis finds home in sharing - sharing wealth, which we saw him do with his family, sharing places such as the park or the lake, as we saw with both Claudia and Jonah, but also I think in sharing memories. One of the happiest scenes we see of him is dancing with his brother at their sister's wedding like they used to do as boys.

Home, I think, for Louis, is something you miss.

What I love about that monologue is that I think it echoes both sentiments. I think Lestat's words about New Orleans - especially the words desperately alive and desperately fragile - are about Louis, but also about them, about their home, about what they created together, and I think every look Louis shares with him is an understanding of that too.

The entire episode is Louis struggling with the reality of what he's doing, and looking at Lestat and yearning, but he doesn't veer from the course, not really. Not until Claudia wants to burn Lestat's body, and isn't that the point? Louis loves Lestat enough to save him, and Claudia enough to kill him, but it also seals this chapter of their lives off as a messy, passionate, violently loving and lovingly violent home, and juxtaposed with the cold, controlled life he now lives with Armand, it's stark.

That monologue is just the perfect end to this chapter of their lives. It's a goodbye to New Orleans, to each other, to the home Lestat found in Louis, and the home Louis' going to spend a lifetime missing, and I love that it ended with a dance, and I love that it ended with a rejection from the city. A reminder that that dance and that kiss on the floor wouldn't be written about, because still, just like as we met them, they're condemned to displacement. The city will use them, enjoy them, play with them, but it won't claim them, and with the home between them destroyed, all three of them are, again, alone.

[optimistic-dinosaur-nacho]

As a taller girlie, I’m wondering... how would Chris and his characters react to their S/O being taller than them?

I honestly have nothing to do so how bout I treat you guys for a comeback. Its a little short just for a small comeback but if you want me to do a part two for this let me know :) Happy Friday yall.

Requests closed for now until I catch up on people's past requests if they still want them.

Characters Listed: Chris Evans, Steve Rogers, Ransom Drysdale, Andy Barber, Johnny Storm, Jake Jensen

How Chris' Characters Would React To A Tall S/O

Chris Evans

Chris doesn't mind a tall s/o, he might make jokes here and there, you make fun of him. You and Hemsworth are both tall so it's fun when you're in the same rook together. Chris loves when you wear heels though, it makes it more funnier to him on the carpet when his lover is towering over him. If he had a dime every time someone asked, "How does it feel to be the short lover?" He'd be richer than he normally was.

Whether you're taller or not, he still treats you like you're the small spoon. But to be clear, you're definitely not Andre the Giant to him. You're not Shaq to him either, you're the love of his life and he will love you no matter what. Honestly, you probably got a lot of comments of being the pick of the relationship since most loves tall women.

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Steve Rogers

Intimidated the first moment he saw you. It was at a party. Whether you had superpowers or not, he thought you were another supersoldier. "Nah, she's just the front desk receptionist," Tony says. It was a lie, you were in SHIELD as an agent, you actually were Tony Stark's secret bodyguard but also chaperone.

That was also a lie told by Tony. But you were an agent. Steve and Sam were both afraid to step up and ask how the hell you were tall. Thor was even impressed that she managed to be the same height as him and taller than Sif. Thor was fond of you and believed you were a God trying to be an undercover agent.

Years after, Steve asked you out and ever since people never shut up about the height (Tony himself) Natasha was the support but joked every once in a while. Steve always like the height, it was never seen a lot where he saw how strong and confident a tall woman could be. You literally looked like you'd kick ass even if you didn't know hoe to fight. His pre-serum self would be jealous. But he loved you and enjoyed how you looked at him with a smile.

Ransom Drysdale

There's a chance some things can get spicy. Not inna sexual way of course. There's challenges. Ransom doesn't like being downgraded by tall people but when it comes to his s/o. You're in bit of a tough ride. Ransom never knew how the hell he got you, but he thought you were a model at first.

He didn't plan on dating you, until he actually put effort into something more and eventually asked you out. Now he's gotten cocky. When with family, you've become almost as tall as his uncle, Walt. The family never has filters, especially Walt.

There's always going to be one person who picks on you and Ransom's height differences. "Have you grown taller, Y/N?" Walt asks, "Figured you'd stop by now, one day, it's gonna hurt Ransom's ego."

Being taller only made you the center attention but also help for the kids.

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Andy Barber

Surprising enough, Andy didn't know how he got you and how you got so tall. You just happened to grow faster than him in Law School. Andy doesn't mind having tall wife but Jacob finds that shit cool. There's kids always talking about you with Jacob. Even you became an officer, you'd stop by and scare anyone.

Andy jokes here and there but he loves you no matter what. Sometimes the niegbors gossip on how a tall woman should be with a man taller than her but you didn't give a dang and married someone just a couple inches shorter. Who cares? Tall people are cool.

"How's the weather down there?"

"I'm a lawyer, not a Weather Forecaster."

Johnny Storm

There's two things, Johnny being mentally and physically bigger but in reality, he's neither. With a tall woman, he's shocked to see a tall glass of water (he says) roam in the building with Reed. There's a lot of moments where he's going to flirt almost any chance he gets.

"I know the air is pretty thin up there," Johnny began, he smirk, "Why don't you lay in my bed and catch your breath?"

"Uh... no?"

Rejected? Oh no, he doesn't take that for an answer. He's going to try.

"Do you play basketball? Maybe volleyball?"

"..."

"No?"

Johnny tries again. "You would totally be worth the climb!" Disgust received from you. "You're a tall drink of water. And I'm thirsty!"

"Just ask me out already and stop talking about my height." Johnny didn't need to be told twice as he happily gave you his number.

Jake Jensen

Oh, you two aren't the ones talking about height differences. It's your friends you guys work with. Yeah, Pooch out of the rest was a pain in the ass about your height. But you happened to be the most powerful person in the group.

Jensen loved your height, he liked being the smaller one (secretly). He liked it when people were watching you. Even though you weren't that overly tall than him, he liked it when you placed your hand on his head or shoulder. He likes looking up at you too. There's always a point where he gets on one knee to dramatically request help or anything.

[everlesslahote1]

“Hey! look at me, I’m fine!” (Paul Lahote)

-HI, I BEG YOU GUYS TO REQUEST SOMETHING , ANYTHING PLEASE. I don��t have any ideas other then re-doing ones I already saw but I wanna be more bonded with my readers so, Thank You Lovely’s.

Paul Lahote x Fem!Reader

(warning; forced contact, aggressive touching)

ALSO! everyone as imprints okay and I mean everyone in the pack.

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If you would have told Y/N 11 months ago that she would be a imprint of the most vicious tempered wolf in the Uley “gang” everyone tend to talk up at school, she would have called a doctor asap.

But no... Here she was. 

At a bonfire with the pack she now calls family and her hot headed lover on a Thursday night eating a hot dog and cracking jokes with Jared Cameron and Embry call, wrapped in Paul’s warmth.

“no seriously! Embry finally imprinted on someone!” Quil said patting his pack brother’s back and making Embry cheeks go pink.

“yea so now everyone has a imprint... even if they aren’t of age *cough* Jake, Quil” Jared choked out soon earning a rupture of laughter from around the fire.

It was all true though, every wolf in the Uley pack had imprints of their own.

Sam had Emily.

Paul had Y/N.

Jared had Kim.

Embry had a sweet girl by the name of  Ameila that he met at the book store.

Jacob had Renesmee.

Quil had Claire.

Leah had a girl she met on a walk by herself by the name Emma.

Last but not least Seth had a girl from his Math class named Ava.

“ha ha very funny” Quil said with a straight face just as his 4 year old imprint (Claire Young)  ran and jumped in his lap showing him a picture she just drew of him.

“Jared please remember I am stronger then” Jake spoke.

“oh yeah” Jared challenged slipping away from his imprint (Kim) gently hitting the back of Jake’s head.

Jake and Jared soon started horse playing in the grass as the other’s betted on who would pin who first.

“hey, imma go get a drink” Y/N whispered to Paul making him nod and place a soft kisses on her lips.

She stood up with pink cheeks, jumping over Jake and Jared and walked over the side of the house where all the drinks were.

She really didn’t know if she wanted juice that Billy supplied for the kids that were here or if she wanted to finally try a beer.

She tends to say she’s a big girl and that she can handle at least one beer, I mean how hard could it be? ‘Jared handles it’ and that’s the only reason she could come up with that she could handle it, so there she stood. 

“in a giffy?” a deep voice said from the side of  her, it didn’t feel right even hearing it so close to her but she didn’t wanna be rude. So she looked up to the tall raven hair man before looking back down at the drinks then speaking.

“uh heh, yea. does beer taste good?” She asked him.

“well how about we slip away and ill tell you all about it, hun” he said grabbing her forearm a little roughly.

Her breath was caught in her throat, Paul was never rough with her only if she asked him to be and even then he didn’t get as rough as this man.

Paul always made sure she was comfortable with anything he did around her because he knew how he could get if he wasn’t thinking 

“N-no thank you, please let me go” she grabbed his hand trying to remove it kindly but it only made him grip her tighter , she fought to get his large tan hand off her arm to avoid having a bruise so Paul wouldn’t see.

She hoped and prayed that the man would back down because if her wolf was to see the physical way the man was handling her ,he would be beyond pissed.

“Oh come on princess, lighten up a little” he said pulling her closer to him making her bump into his hard chest, it was then she smelt the strong smell of the alcohol on his breath.

She was scared, even if she didn’t show it. The man was two times her size almost as big as Jacob and was firm, not buff just firm.

“Let me go!” she said with a little more volume ad force only to be quickly pulled away from the intoxicated being and for the man to be almost mercilessly thrown to the ground by a buff figure.

A figure she hoped she wouldn’t see in this situation she was dealing with.

A figure she knew all to well.

It was Paul. 

Now beating this guy senseless like he had stole something and even though she didn’t agree with the man’s actions , she most certainly wasn’t pleased with her lovers actions either.

She’d been working with Paul’s control on his anger and even the pack could see the big change in Paul’s attitude, which they couldn’t lie kind of left everyone shook.

But when he saw this sick excuse of a man grab HIS Y/N so roughly after she asked him to let go, it caused him to back track and it set something off in the pit of him.

The trio was now being watched by everyone. It took Sam, Embry, Jared, Quil and Jake to get Paul off of the man before he killed him with his bare hands.

“I’M GOING TO FUCKING KILL HIM” Paul yelled as Leah and Seth now dragged the bloody man to the street and left him for dead, they weren’t that type of people but hearing Paul’s thought on what he saw the man do to Y/N they didn’t care what happened to the man.

“Paul! Calm down now!” Sam said trying to calm to the younger boy but it’s like his inner wolf couldn’t he wanted to he just... couldn’t.

After almost breaking free Paul still couldn’t take a steady breath so Y/N took her stand in front of the yelling boy.

Grabbing his face , bringing it down to her small figure with both of her hands on each side of his face.

“Hey! look at me, I’m fine!” she said softly.

He looked into her eyes seeing the sparkle that was always there not dimmed not even a little bit making his breathing calm down.

Paul soon tried to get out of the packs grip to hold Y/N but they only gripped tighter in fear of him hurt their pack sister, like Sam did Emily.

Y/n looked sat Sam with a soft smile.

She knew how her lover could get when he was pushed the wrong way but she knew for a fact she was going to be fine.

“he’s fine” she said gently nodding as they let him go only for him to basically throw himself into Y/N small figure, wrapping his arm around her waist sticking his nose into her neck.

Smiling , she kissed his head gently while rubbing his back.

“I-I’m sorry Y/n I tried, I did but when he touched you I-I lost it and-” cutting her wolf’s words short with a loving kiss to remind him to breathe.

“It’s alright, I get it my love. Let’s get you home” she said gently making him nod pulling away from her but keeping hold of her hand and both saying their goodbye’s and sorry’s to everyone and the pack.

That night was ended with no words... just gentle actions, a relaxed Paul, and a warm Y/N.

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[godwithwethands]

lmao i don't know all your shipping preferences but can i say, i much prefer sam with ba'al than with jack (this might be because i'm a high jack/daniel shipper but also, i just prefer the sam/ba'al vibe over the sam/jack vibe)

I'm a multishipper so I ship pretty much everything simultaneously: I love JackDaniel too 🥰🥰🥰 They are so cute and so good for eachother 🥺

Honestly yeah I prefer the vibe of BaalSam to JackSam as well 👁️👅👁️ But that's personal taste and interpretation of course 🥴

Oh no now I feel like explaining in depth why I love Baalsam and why I ship it... oh no... someone stop me 😩... LET'S FREAKING GO I'M GONNA EXPLAIN WHY!!!!

Mino’s “Here’s why I love BaalSam so much” aka just me gathering up the few baalsam crumbs the show writers, Amanda Tapping and Cliff Simon left in their wake....and baking a cake with those crumbs.

Before I start, PSA: English is not my first language, so please bear with me if there are any mistakes 😭

Okay so I feel like at first I can't explain it without mentioning the differences with jacksam, and to all jacksam shippers: I love jacksam to bits too and they're so good, as the show has showed us multiple times, but I miss a little spice here 😩🌶️

I will also briefly talk about things I have found in Baalsam fics that I adore in (Fic points)!! And link back to fics I love with (x)!!!!

(Mid-writing note: I realize I say a lot about Baal and less about Sam, and that is because I just think about Baal way much than I think about Sam, mainly because we have so little Baal screentime compared to Sam’s screentime. I often wonder how/what he feels and try to analyze his behavior closely. 🥺 I don’t do it as much with Sam, sadly 😭

1. The ship dynamic scale (totally made up by yours truly, me 😎)

I often describe the ships I prefer as "A is obnoxious and B is struggling to stay sane" (maybe because it is a description of my own relationship??? ����) (this is exagerrated for fun and giggles don't worry i am fine and happy). They are all a variation of this, in different levels. I'd say jacksam fits level 1, Jack being obnoxious sometimes but in an endearing, jokingly, "aww you're such a goof 😍😂" way, and Sam's not really struggling, she just laughs and shakes her head, her heart full of love for her man.

Baalsam on the other hand. Oh boy. They are on level 5 out of 5. What the hell. Baal is obnoxious, in the villain way. And that means, a VERY extra way. He's mean obnoxious. Putting salt in the wound obnoxious. "if you don't shut up I will punch your teeth in/shoot you" obnoxious. Sam is struggling every minute to stay sane with this crazy motherfucker. He's SO MUCH. ALL THE TIME. But joke's on her, she also thinks it's funny. 🤡 That's her sanity flying out the window.

Seriously, Sam has to put her foot down. She has to play Baal’s game and sometimes be mean too. I feel like Baalsam allows Sam to unveil her true potential. A strong woman who takes no shit from men and 2000 years old overlords. She can be 200% true, smug, mean. Maybe JackSam respect each other too much they wouldn’t dare saying/doing some things like Baalsam would  🤔 Maybe Sam is restrained by everything she lived with Jack, the respect she has for him, the 10 or so years spent having him as her superior officer.

A lot think that Sam got her smug from Jack, but I don’t agree: she was smug from the get-go in COFG. She just can’t be too smug with him around or it’d sound like insubordination. Aint she tired of being nice? Doesn’t she wanna go apeshit? That’s what baalsam is. Sam going apeshit and quitting being the perfect nice girl.

Baalsam is an explosive volcano and it ravaged me 😩💖💖💖

2. Baal is a Villain

Send him to horny villain jail!!! BONK!!! 💥🔨

Baal being a villain is VERY important. Villains are so extreme. Everything he does, he does way too hard and too much. His evil plans? As layered as an ogre. Onion. I meant onion. His wardrobe? Nothing but the finest. His love? He'd give his Queen the Universe.

I love that. Everything he does, it's too much. But it's so amazing. Urghhj I love it SO MUCH. Sam is overwhelmed 😩💖 All of that for HER?? Damn, boi either really wants to get laid with her especially or.. 🙊‼️ I love the concept of a Villain’s Love because it knows no boundaries. A villain won’t be held back by things like morals, the love they feel is disproportionate......AND I DONT KNOW Sam being able to provoke this kind of feeling in Baal’s little snake heart makes me lose my absolute fucking mind!!!!! 

Very important too: even if he becomes a SGC ally in one way or another in whatever AU, Baal will still keep his good ol' villain habits. Sam would try to tone them down, but they will always be there. You don't erase 2000 years of bad habits 😭. His first solution will be murder, and she will go "we talked about this." Classical Enemies to Lovers shit  🥴💖 (x)

(Fic point: When Baal does something so extreme yet so so soooo damn sweet for her and Sam can’t believe it??? 10/10 Or when he acts on his villain plans for distasteful jokes and that puts Sam on a tight spot and he immediately feels bad at the unfair treatment she gets because of him (x))

3. The endless verbal jousting

I love watching them being mean to each other. If Baal goes too far, she /would/ hit him, and he would turn his other cheek saying "Do it again, loved it". What a freak 🥴🌶️ (x)

Honestly I just love their little sparring matches, even more so when they do it in front of an audience. Like lmao guys..... y'all flirting in front of everyone what the hell!!! BONK !! 💥🔨 horny jail for both of you. At least Teal’c seems to enjoy their jousting  😂 He even teases them holy shit, Teal’c is the true multishipper in that show!!!!

(Fic point: When they argue and come to a fistfight (mostly Sam hitting and Baal taking or blocking the hits)? HELL YEAH!!!!)

4. Admitting the other’s qualities

I’ll start with Baal:

Baal seems to appreciate the courage Sam shows in front of him. You could explain her confidence in The Quest by saying that at this very moment Baal doesn’t have an advantage on Sam since she’s the one holding the gun. There is something else, and I will bring it up later.

Let’s talk about Reckoning!!!! The situation is different, Baal actually called for help whereas he was supposed to kill everyone on Dakara. And here goes the little sparring match in front of Jacob  🤡 Sam ordering Baal around??? Being smug as hell??? 10/10 love it

It’s the first time he sees her and he’s taken aback. He should look mad, having a woman addressing him like that. But he looks rather surprised and curious of what’s going to happen next. I can literally hear the little “Hm. Interesting.” in his head. Baal enjoys that smug look on her face. Tau’ri female who??? Who IS she!!! Quick gotta be a jerk so she won’t suspect I’m crushing super hard right now!!!! Cliff Simon decided Baal will be the horny one among the System Lords and holy shit he did just that 😂😂😂 i’m sorry i’m just incohenrently babbling at this point I CANT BELIEVE THIS, I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!!!!!!! you thought that huge ass post was going to be me thoughtfully bringing points and evidence? nope it’s just me losing my shit.

I believe that, despite what Baal says, he recognizes Sam’s intelligence to some extent. He’s just too proud to say it clearly and is too busy testing Sam’s limits. The more I think about it, the more I feel like he really looked for that punch in The Quest. Some kind of... I don’t know... “What makes you so special, as a female Tau’ri, to be on your kind’s elite scout team? How much can you take before you retaliate, if you retaliate at all? Show me what you’re made of.” kind of thing? Baal has shown some kind of interest in Earthlings in the past. He has studied them while living among them and he seems to like how different they are from other humans, Now he knows she’s as fierce as she needs to be to survive in this galaxy.

Have you sEEN his smile and his laugh after she punched him in The Quest? AFTER SHE TURNED HER BACK TO HIM TOO, OH, MY GOD. He really wanted a drastic reaction from her and he got it.

That is a “I love me a woman who can kick my ass” kinda smile if you ask me  👁️w👁️...

What makes me think that it was a test is: after the punch and Sam’s threat to kill him, he stops being so annoying and they can finally work together. But why? Why did he care about being killed? He was a clone, there’s no way he was still hoping to steal the Sangraal from SG-1, so his mission as this one Baal clone couldn’t be fulfilled anyway. That makes me think that he was just testing Sam’s limits, and maybe having a little fun with her.

(Fic point: I LOVE IT when Baal gets access to the SGC and everyone gets on his nerves because he thinks they are all dumb as shit. But when he talks with Sam, he’s not so annoyed. She can keep up with him. Well, sometimes she needs a little help but- Maybe she’s okay to be with sometimes...(x))

Sam’s turn: 

It’s no problem for Sam to admit Baal’s intelligence. However the idea of working with him just makes her go [grimacing emoji]  😭 😭 😭 She just knows he’s gonna be obnoxious pfahahaha But!! She trusts and values his knowledge nonetheless! She knows that teamed up with Baal, they can solve anything. I believe that’s why she asks him for help so easily despite...Well, Baal being Baal.

I feel like, when you put the "it’s a matter of life and death” thing aside, Sam’s desire to learn could push her towards Baal. She knows there is a lot she could learn from him, and they can work together once he stops insulting her every 5 seconds. She can learn from him in those moments.

(Fic point: I love fics where Sam learns things from Baal... It’s usually very sweet, because Sam is absolutely adorable when she’s excited about science and Baal can’t help but melt a little bit when she smiles so bright at him. Thankful.) 

5. Sam’s kindness 

I said earlier that, as we all know, Baal is a villain. But what’s important here is that he is a Goa’uld System Lord. 

No trust, no kindness and love allowed between those guys. Those would leave the door open for treason and low blows. (See Qetesh in Continuum)

(I believe the only Goa’ulds truly in love we saw were Apophis and Amaun’et)

Now what I tell myself is: that must be pretty freaking lonely. In any shape or form. You can’t have friends, because you can only befriend your fellow godlings who will try to kill you at any given opportunity. Same for mates. 🤔 Baal is just alone at the top of his army and that’s all. What if this isn’t enough? He is different from other Goa’ulds.

What if Sam’s genuine worry and thankfulness towards him in Reckoning were the first time he had someone feel those towards him for like, hundreds, or even thousands of years? Not something distorted and stained by any slave-to-god adoration?

He is soooo surprised. He even stutters a little? At a loss for words when faced with kindness, you, galactic overlord? And she looks actually worried about him and his ship about to go down, when before saying thank you, she asks him what’s going on. I like to think that this first interaction shaped what Baal will think and feel for Sam forever....And that it made him a bit soft for her  🥺 Maybe he sees in Sam (and in the rest of SG-1, see: how much fun he’s having with them during The Quest) a possibility for friendship and maybe more, something he hasn’t considered for A WHILE. He seems to be thinking “did she really say that...wait what do I answer to this...uh....Good luck.......ok i said it. damn that was weird.” 

Also can I briefly talk about this??

Why does Sam look so embarrassed in a “Oh god right Dad is right there and saw all of that hUM.” way 😂 I don’t think she felt like it was creepy, since Baal was just responding to her kindness, and she definetely doesn’t want to talk about her being nice to a System Lord with Jacob bjfdjgbfdg

(Fic point: All I can think of is this fic where Sam gets thrown in a prison cell with a badly beaten up Baal (his symbiote is not able to heal his wounds because of a collar he wears), and she refuses to leave him there to die. They escape together 😭💖💖💖 (x))

6. Sam knows Baal will never hurt her

Maybe this is a result of Sam’s kindness in Reckoning, but Baal made it clear to Sam that he would never hurt her directly. And this is what I was referring to when I said “there’s something else” in Sam’s confidence in confronting Baal. This line below activates all of my monkey braincells because what the hell!!!!

That’s “I kinda like you” in Villain language is it not????? Out of all the things Baal could have answered to “You can kill me if you want”, he decides to say “I would never dream of killing you.” with a voice so soft... oh my god. Talking about soft....

Is it me or Baal’s touch on Sam is kind of gentle....like he doesn’t hold her wrist too tight or anything,,,,  🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭💖💖💖 Because honestly, another Goa’uld would have yanked on her arm so hard to put their hands on that hard drive but no no no he just closes his hand on her wrist and lets her go gently when she pulls out of his grip and AM I OVERANALYZING THIS?????? IM SORRY I GOT THAT TRAIT FROM MY DAD!!!!!!! we just have that tendency to watch things over and over again to notice all the small detailsssss

I like to think that afterwards, once the heat of the moment gone, she noticed that, hey. He /could/ have hurt her very badly, she was at his mercy after all. But he decided against it. Maybe because she’s the only one who’s been nice to him for literal cenTURIES????? HHHNHNHNHNHN I CANT!!!!!!!!!!! I HOPE SHE NOTICED IT!!!! And that it’s why she’s so confident addressing him like she does in The Quest.

I think I’ve addressed pretty much everything here and I’m going to talk about more things I like about BaalSam but more on the headcanon side  🤔

Miscellaneous: 

About Baal’s host:

I have said multiple times that Baal is different from other Goa’ulds, and I really don’t think it is just an act. 

He is willing to break the god act, change strategies when he realizes there are better ways to proceed, searching for new allies in drastic situations, etc etc... Baal is way more human than other Goa’ulds.

What if that was because Baal let his host’s thoughts influence his own?

Why wouldn’t there be asshole humans wanting to be hosts to asshole Goa’uld symbiotes? Just like the Tok’ra, but on the villain side? (even if Tok’ras are assholes lol) (except Jacob. I love Jacob) (And Martouf) (I don’t like Martouf but he’s the only one with Jacob that I consider a Real Tok’ra) (The other ones are hypocrites) (ANYWAY!)

I love to think that when Baal doesn’t have the flanged voice, it is his host who speaks, as Tok’ras do. I know symbiotes don’t have to talk with the flanged voice but. Having Baal and his host thinking so alike that it doesn’t matter if it’s the host or the symbiote talking makes so much sense to me. It really could explain his different way of thinking. Baal has shown curiosity for humans and how they think, how to better manipulate them...What if it was because of the good experience he has with his host? It could also explain why he’s the horny one amongst the System Lords 😂 He is just very human in a lot of ways.

Now you’re like “ok but what does that have to do with Baalsam” AND YEAH I HEAR YOU !!!! I just think it may be easier to imagine Baalsam for a non-shipper if you see Baal in that light?  🤔 🤔 🤔 it sure helps Sam seeing herself with him in fics 🥴 I don’t know!!! We know so little about Baal, and there are so many possibilites. I’m going way out of the Baalsam remit but at the same time, I strongly believe those who don’t understand the ship are those who stop their analysis of Baal at Abyss. He is so much more than just “that one Goa’uld who tortured and killed Jack in that one episode”. Baal has so much potential that makes this ship work!! Sam seeing that potential makes this ship work!

Sam hosting Baal (yes, the symbiote):

OKAY OKAY OKAY SO!!! This is something I LOVE to bits!!

That’s a thing that is great if as I said, Baal and his host are on the same wavelength. But it can work without it nonetheless.

Sam hosting Baal, consensual or not, is always ALWAYS such an amazing trope. (x) It’s really something that makes me hyperventilate because it makes them so close...so blended...it’s infinitely intimate... When Baal is in love with Sam, it’s even better. (x) I almost can’t describe it because it is so wonderful. Being able to feel each other’s feelings. Baal healing Sam from inside when she’s injured. Sam deciphering his emotions and most importantly the affection he has for her, especially when he still haven’t confessed it? holy shit it’s SO DAMN GOOD!!!!! The silent conversations they can have within Sam’s head, Baal pouring Goa’uld knowledge into Sam’s mind. It’s just the two of them and I can’t express how comforting that is to read.

i don’t know, random stuff I like i guess, I’m almost done: 

He just really craves her attention huh. Look at that smile, so cute...”I’m smart! Did you know I’m smart as hell? Of course you did. But I Would Like You To Acknowledge It.” He’s even bouncing on his heels, i love when he does that!!!! He is turning towards Sam especially too  😭💖 and she’s just ê____ê LMFAO

(Maybe this is just another “it is my speciality and not yours” moment but hey i like to give him the benefit of the doubt 💖)

Baal being “I’m tired of being a villain, I want to be loved now”...Aren’t you tired of going apeshit? Don’t you want to be nice? just a little bit?

Baal using so much petnames so easily... i’m usually not a fan of those but having him saying “my love, my sweet” etc etc oh fuck!!!!! i don’t know wHY it gets me!!! 

A lot of Baalsam fics are smutty, and while I enjoy that, I still think they have so much potential on the spiritual level. They’re both nerds and they both have so many things to learn from the other. (x)

Baal taking Sam on his ship to show her some neat space stuff.

Baal loving motorcycles just like Sam and modifying engines with naqadah.

Guess i’m just gonna link to fics I love now nvkjfdg and that I haven’t linked to already--

In the Lap of the Gods - Rating: M - Sam gets stuck in a sarcophagus with Baal. Really well thought fic, I love it!!!

The Mating game - Rating: M - Ten dates. Can I call this slow burn? It’s slow but not too slow. Please read this, it’s hilarious and so well written like- this fic makes me lose my absolute shit!

The Mating Game: Endgame - Rating: E - Read after The Mating Game. Honestly yEAH!!! Amazing sequel to an already amazing prequel, what else can I say 😩💖 you got some Host!Sam action in this too!!

Enemy Amongst Us - Rating: E - Hmmmm Sam falling for Baal is always yummy 🥴 It has more than that, it’s pretty wild!!!!!!

Those are not all but they are the ones i prefer 🥺💖💖💖 (along the ones I linked during the essay) 

I think I’m done? Congratulations for reading all of this lmao  😭💖 I hope you can see why I love Baalsam so much now!! They are just SO MUCH FUN!!! 

feel free to send me asks and stuff about this TvT/

[embrythecall]

a twilight tag game, you say?

pick 5-10 characters and write your take on the canon version of them vs. fanon version of them. fanon doesn’t have to be what is generally accepted in the fandom, it can be your own idea of what you think a character is like. then tag the same number of people as characters you pick, if you can.

I was tagged by @teamjacobthot -- thank you so much! I’m excited to get into this :) 

EMBRY 

(obviously because i adore him with my whole soul) 

Canon:

chill aka probably just shy let’s be real here

likes to bet on things? 

seems to have the most common sense

Fanon:

HERE WE GO, EVERYBODY *cracks knuckles*

def the smartest one out of him, jake and quil. 

an observer. definitely a people watcher. he reads the VIBEZ

very, super, ultra, mega sarcastic. almost cynical. I feel like he’s probably a realist in a lot of situations rather than either an optimist or a pessimist. probably leans a little more towards pessimism though 

refuses to learn about his dad (though, I personally believe it’s Joshua Uley, but that’s a long headcanon for another day unless someone specifically wants to know my thoughts on it more haha)

a super romantic without knowing he’s a romantic? 

real tight with his mom-- they’ve only ever had each other since old daddio has been out of the picture the entire time and she’s probably never really dated (once again, i have more thoughts on that too but you know, i digress)

also i SUPER headcanon that he almost ALWAYS only refers to her as, “Ma,” unless it is a serious situation in which he uses ‘mother’ but i do NOT feel like he is a ‘mom’ person. at least for his own mother. 

honestly these are just all my own headcanon i have no idea what people think about him :S 

for me, i think him and Jacob are closer than Quil is to either of them. In my mind, when embry’s mom Tiffany first got to town, she became really good friends with Sarah Black and thus, Jacob and Embry have kind of been friends since birth, quil only coming in a little later maybe and just not having the same kind of friendship that embry and jake have

I think him and Leah secretly get each other. Like they don’t talk much or anything, but Embry never makes comments to or about her and doesn’t participate in the guys being absolute jerks to her. 

also, he just guzzles that respect women juice. like, he was raised solely by his mother so like... he was taught to respect women and also i think this makes him more empathetic to other people which is why he wouldn’t be mean to leah or say mean things about her because he’d understand to a level and might even see pieces of his own mother in her because they both were screwed over by men and he never EVER wants to be that to anybody ever

probably plays guitar but NEVER shows anybody 

usually the but of a joke between jake and quil. 

also the decider in arguments between jake and quil

i have a zillion more but i’ll quit while i’m ahead

also

is a slut for muffins

QUIL ATEARA V

Canon:

he thinks he’s a ladies man (thinks) 

more outgoing?

likes hanging out with friends 

took his cousin to prom 

Fanon:

so, so, so funny as in a total dork with a lot of unearned confidence

book smart but NOT street smart

prefers name brand foods over generic because it just ‘has that extra something something’ and also, class

loves to debate with jacob. he always ends up taking it somehow more seriously than jacob does. 

i actually do not know why nobody talks about quil i feel like he’s super underrated and actually hilarious.

@teamjacobthot‘s one of this tag game mentioned he was a soundcloud rapper and i think i DIED so imma also go with that and second you there

very particular about how things are done 

a lover of the puns

toy story is his favorite childhood film, and he announces it as so. 

LEAH CLEARWATER

Canon:

angry and bitter 

thinks nothing more than of sam 

hates vampires 

sassy

Fanon:

i absolutely LOVE practically every fanon i’ve ever seen of leah in the fandom like...ever. they are all so amazing and i actually just want tons and tons of fanfictions about all of them

Ngl, i really am a big AngelaxLeah fan

BUT 

I PERSONALLY hc that leah gets fed up with being in the pack and she feels like there’s really nothing there for her. She ends up leaving la puzb to go off and explore the world-- she wants to see it and experience more than just the memories and the life that surrounds her in la push. she travels all over and often does so in wolf form when she can. I HC she imprints there-- on a real nice super cool lady from some other country. (this is another thing i could go on for days about, i will write a fanfic about it one day. ONE DAY i shall PREVAIL!) 

Honestly, i really do like Leah as she was canon. I think that it was the way everybody acted around her that i would change and i feel like the fandom as a whole agrees on that 

like yeah, Leah is a badass bitch with a great sense of humor. she’s witty and sarcastic and smart and wise and i just love her to pieces. everyone else just needs to wise up and be nicer

JACOB 

Canon:

super supportive and kind and loving and understanding and THEN smeyer swooped in and DESTROYED MY BOY. 

like, don’t even get me STARTED on my feelings about what she did to her OWN CHARACTER 

i mean really

smeyer straight up didn’t know what to do with him so she did... all of THAT. it makes me want to wheep.

Fanon:

the fanons out there on Jacob are just... they are SO WONDERFUL and give me SO MUCH JOY 

i’ve heard him being a mechanic obviously, i’ve heard about the HILARIOUS details of his friendship with like, alice and rosalie and emmett like... that shit is so funny i live for it 

i could read jacob fanons all day

i guess personally, i just love to bits. he’s super patient. very funny but also is really understanding and can (and loves) to get into deep discussions about stuff and listen to other people’s passions and share his own. 

purposefully pushes quil’s buttons so he can get a rise out of him because he LOVES their dumb bickering and enjoys a good debate 

is also almost always right in those debates 

quil probably won like... twice in all of history and it was based on some kind of weird trivia fact he learned in a biology class or something lol

i bet that when the time came he had kids (not with you-know-who obviously cause just...no), he’d be SUCH a great dad and he’d be SUPER hands-on with them, like always taking them places and teaching them how to do various stuff

and if one of his kids was really into something he didn’t know how to do, you KNOW his ass is up on youtube all night long learning how to do it so he can spend THAT MUCH MORE TIME with his kids 

oh he’s just so sweet love him to pieces 

RENESMESS

...I had to do this but i have a good reason:

Canon:

exists

Fanon:

absolutely does NOT exist

who?

the only ONLY acknowledgement i will give her is i read a fanon somewhere about how she HATES her name. like she is downright royally not okay with it and when she gets older and has to go to school for eternity with her family (weird. seriously so weird but i’m pushing through this) she decides to announce that she is only going by this other name (personally i feel like it’s Carlie because it’s still her middle name and jfd;akfsd but also because it’s A NORMAL NAME) and so she is never called renesmee again because that is straight up a monster name and even her nickname is a monster so like, ugh. 

also, i REFUSE to believe that Jacob imprinted on her, okay? if she has to exist, he did NOT imprint on her and they can be buds or something but just... no. (i have so many issues with imprinting guys, i should just sit down and write a long post about it but the ENERGY and it isn’t like it’s not all things that have been said before. it’s more what I’d fix about it so it could still exist but not be a legit code word for grooming and an excuse for blatant p*d* grossness because that’s all it is and i HATE THAT) 

so I don’t talk to anyone in the fandom really because i don’t really know how to start conversations like... at all. I really WANT to talk to people but I’m a chicken and i have a hard time, BUT, i really admire so many of the blogs on here and i LOVE so much of their content. Off the top of my head, i shall tag: 

@chiefjacob @911esme @jacobblackredemptionblog @embrycallsmuffin @leahclearwaterdefensesquad AND anyone else who wishes to do this! it was so much fun! I say do it! and if you’ve already done it, i just tip my hat to you for being an awesome blog :) 

seriously! tag me when you do it, i want to see your answers!! 

[couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name]

if jake and bella had feelings for each other bc jake imprinted on the small part of renesmee inside bella, does that mean that jake and edward loved each other equally as much before bella got pregnant bc jake would have imprinted on the part of renesmee in edward?

Okay, there are two things we need to take into consideration here:

Stephenie Meyer didn’t really have a strong understanding of biology, which she openly admitted to in interviews when asked about the mechanics of a Vampire Pregnancy 

‘Imprinting’ never exactly was defined as ‘being in love’. 

Before we really jump into this, I would just like to take the time to lay a curse on you and all your future generations for making me think this hard about the Twilight Saga in 2017, the year of our Lord. How did you even think of this question? 

Anyway, let’s begin.

So, going through interviews or just checking out Meyer’s faq page, which I did FREQUENTLY in seventh and eighth grade, one is able to find out that she put A  L O T of thought into coming up with How A Vampire’s Biology Should Work. She really came through with all these new, weird, made up vampo-fluids that keep the body working and what not, but she also admitted to not having the clearest understanding of actual, real biology. Of course, actual real biology should probably never come to play in this explanation in the first place, as we’re talking about a 109-year old vampire with sparkly skin knocking up his 19-year old human wife, but we can’t escape it as a fact. Now, Meyer’s stated that she got the inspiration for Nessie because she read up on the incubus, which can reportedly impregnate women. But wait, she must of thought, this is a book, people are gonna want an explanation on How The Fuck That Actually Works. So, she did some research, as any author would, and discovered that while after a certain point, women stop producing eggs (which would’ve been a moot point as the vampires can’t change anyway), men never actually stop producing semen. A dude could be in his late 90′s, and as long as nothing’s been snipped and he can still get it up, he could very much still impregnate someone. Now, you’re thinking, ‘Okay, but corpses can’t impregnate anything! Edward’s dead!’ which is true, to an extant- For all the poetic waxing he does about being dead and damned to hell, Edward was changed into a vampire on the verge of death. He’s not undead, technically, he’s a totally different life form. Edward, while he doesn’t need certain things a human would, can still experience them (I mean like breathing and blinking and stuff), because Meyer put effort into developing their biology. Like, they don’t have blood in their veins, but they have some Weird Vampire Stuff that performs all the functions of blood. So it goes to stand that he would be able to impregnate someone, since he was still functionally alive and therefore able to produce semen. 

However.

This really works because she invented biology for her characters, she’s an expert at this stuff because it is HERS. Any other biology, real biology, that she has not studied and probably has just a very basic understanding of? That’s not hers. As she has admitted to have very liminal knowledge on how Human Biology works, it’s hard to apply it too this story. It’s NOT hard to assume she might not have a totally correct understanding of it- I mean, for example, I remember when I was learning about it, everyone was pretty surprised to learn that it actually takes a bunch of sperm to break down the egg before one can fertilize it, and that the egg wasn’t basically a mini-baby just waiting to be hit up, and stuff like that. Like, the split dna thing was obvious, but every biology class I’ve ever been in had people vastly underestimating the role the sperm plays. It would also be wise to acknowledge that Nessie’s dna is bizarre for both humans and vampires, which could add to the explanation, but overall- I think a good explanation would be that Stephenie Meyer just really didn’t have the fullest grasp on the importance of Edward’s sperm in the situation, and therefore just didn’t consider it when it came into play. 

Now, for the next theory:

Imprinting was never defined as romantic love. It was defined as ‘strong feelings’ or something to the like. 

 "It’s not like love at first sight, really. It’s more like…gravity moves…suddenly. It’s not the earth holding you here anymore, she does…You become whatever she needs you to be, whether that’s a protector, or a lover, or a friend.“

That’s how Jacob describes the phenomenon to Bella. Now, sure, some of the wolves and their imprints HAVE fallen in romantic love- Sam and Emily, Paul and Rachel, but then like…you have Jacob. And you have Quill. They’ve imprinted on little kids! But nowhere in the series is pedophilia endorsed (like, listen, the books do have some Issues but that really wasn’t one of them). They do not view Nessie or Claire as their future mates or anything, they just see them as little girls and care about them. The feeling are strong, but it’s platonic. They view themselves as older brothers almost. The wolves don’t age, so when they girls get older, dynamics shift. Maybe once they’re women the wolves do fall in love with them- but that’s no guarantee of anything. Imprinting is never a guarantee, Emily didn’t want to be with Sam for the longest time. Bella even asked Jacob what would happen if the imprintee didn’t love the wolf back, and he told her, like, okay, they don’t wanna be together, that’s fine. The wolf can’t control imprinting on a girl and the girl can’t control how she feels in return. People can have very deep, very platonic feelings for each other. Best friends can be soulmates. As long as the wolf and the imprintee have some relationship, be it sibling or best friends or lovers, the wolf will pretty much be satisfied.  

But wait, you say, how does this answer my theoretically question about Edward?

I’d like you to remember- Jacob has had a crush on Bella since they were little kids. When he becomes a hormonal teenager, his crush becomes a little stronger. When he becomes a wolf, the theory goes that he unconsciously sensed the little piece of Nessie inside her, latched onto that, and that basically amplified his feelings for Bella. It wasn’t ‘I can sense my future wife in you so I’m gonna have feelings for you but they’re really for her’, his feelings for Bella were real. But his wolf sense took his innocent, horny little crush and blew it up to mega-proportions just because it could sense his future imprint. That’s the theory that was proposed, anyway. So, I’d like to propose back: If he never transformed into a wolf, his feelings for Bella would have never gotten That Bad. They were just amplified without his control. 

So, perhaps: He hated Edward so intensely because he turned into a wolf and could unconsciously sensed his imprint in him as well. 

I mean, think about it: In the first book, he didn’t LIKE Edward because of all the stuff his father told him about the Cullens, but he really didn’t have any strong opinions on the guy either. In New Moon, before he changed, he thought Edward was a dick for leaving Bella, but he wasn’t as…aggressive about him as he is after he changes. But after he becomes a wolf? Every time he sees Edward he’s ready to rip his head off. If his feelings towards Bella were amplified because he could sense Nessie in her, it stands to reason that his feelings towards Edward were amplified as well. The difference being, the were just negative feelings! It was still strong feelings! It still could’ve very much had to do with the imprint! And also, to add to this, may I point out- what’s the point in the story where Jacob and Edward come to an understanding, where Jacob decides he hates Edward less than before? After Bella is already pregnant with Nessie. They start working together to protect Bella, and Edward asks Jake to kill him if she dies. And Jake basically thinks “Hey, he’s still a dick, but maybe he’s not as bad as I’ve thought this whole time? Maybe he actually does love Bella? I feel bad for him?” And Jake is still 100% focused on Bella at this point, but he spares Edward no mind even though he’s been obsessed with hating him for like two years now at that point, and what’s the thing that’s changed in this situation? Edward’s not the one that’s pregnant! All parts of Jacob’s future imprint have left him. Jacob no longer has amplified feelings towards Edward. Just solely his insane crush on Bella, until the second Nessie’s popped out and he’s like “Oh, fuck.” I think this is could be a very good explanation on that whole dynamic. Jacob did sense the imprint in Edward, it just manifested differently than with the girl he’s been crushing on since he was a toddler. 

OR, I mean, we could just acknowledge the fact that “sensing Nessie” was never really made canon, just an explanation a 16 year old boy came up with to explain why he used to be in love with his imprint’s mother, and this is all bullshit and something else was going on entirely. 

I cannot believe I wrote this. 

[dammntwilightsaga]

The One Who Worries

Writer - @dammntwilightsaga​ Requested - no just one to start off the blog - Send me Requests!!

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Disclaimer - I do not own any of The Twilight Saga’s characters and/or ideas all credit goes to the creator and producers of Twilight (I actually watch the scene I use from the movies on YouTube or another source to get the dialog right. Although I may switch up who says/does what for purposes of the imagines, I do not own any of it.)

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Summary – Paul’s imprint is 7 months pregnant with their first child and when she feels slight discomfort Paul instantly assumes the worse Warnings - Paul’s short temper, probably swearing, probably exaggerated feelings of a baby kicking (I’ve never been pregnant so idk lol)

POV - third person; set in New Moon Pairing - Paul Lahote x Pregnant!Reader (she/her pronouns)

(Y/H/C) your hair color (Y/E/C) your eye color

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A/N - Request are open :)

The (Y/H/C) haired, (Y/E/C) eyed girl sat in the dinning room of Emily Young and Sam Uley’s home. The two girls were talking absentmindedly while Emily, who was dressed in jeans and a flannel top, cooked homemade muffins for the expected pack members that were returning at any moment. (Y/N), the imprint of the pack’s third-in-command, Paul Lahote, sat at the dinning room table picking away at the banana bread her close friend had made earlier in the day. Her gray t-shirt was pulled taunt of her swollen belly, light-washed skinny jeans gripping her legs, her shoes left at the door as her feet were propped up on another chair.

“You’ll have to try it! It’s amazi-” She had cut herself with a low hum of discomfort as the baby growing within her kick with all its might.

“Are you alright?” Emily asked the girl, dropping what she was doing and making her way over to her close friend, who was now over seven months pregnant.

“Yeah, he just kicked a little harder than usual.” (Y/N) laughed lightly at how quickly her friend grew concerned.

“Don’t laugh at me. You know Paul would get me if something happened to you or her.” Emily quickly joked back as she returned to her forgotten muffin tin. (Y/N) only rolled her eyes playfully.

The entire pack went between calling the baby a him or a her as Paul and (Y/N) had wanted to keep the gender a surprised until they were born. Something the (Y/N) was buzzing from excitement over it, not only because she wanted to meet her baby but because the baby did not appreciate its confined space and loved to kick its mother at all times of the day.

Suddenly, a whistle filled the calm air followed by Jared and Embry’s voice. Although both girls were happy to see the return of the two, their smiles were slightly smaller than normal as neither of their imprinters were with them. The two boys came through the door and shockingly went right for the muffins Emily was setting on the dining table.

“Are you boys hungry?” Emily asked as she set the platter down.

“Like you have to ask.” (Y/N) laughed, commenting on Emily’s question. Jared, who had took the seat next to her, shoved her playfully, mumbling a quiet whatever. Embry, who was across from them, laughed at the interaction as he shoved his face with a warm muffin.

“Who’s this?” Emily asked, pulling everyone’s attention to the dark haired, dark eyed, pale looking girl who stood at the door. She was trying hard not to stare at the scars that marked up Emily’s face.

“It’s Bella Swan. Who else?” Embry called out.

“So you’re the vampire girl.” Emily said looking her up and down as the three at the table snickered at the interaction.

“So you’re the wolf girl.” Bella stated trying to create an interaction, feeling awkward. Emily giggled slightly before responding.

“I guess we both are.” She gestured to the other girl in the room, “Well, we’re both engaged to one.” 

“Yeah but this one also got knocked up by one.” Jared added and pointed with his already half eaten muffin at (Y/N). The girl only jokingly rolled her eyes at the comment as she watched Jared go to grab another muffin, only stopped by Emily’s grip on his arm.

“Save some for your brothers and ladies first.” She hit the middle of the two boys’ back, pushing them forward slightly as she looked at Bella, “Muffin?”

“Umm sure thanks.” She stepped towards the platter, grabbing a muffin. She then stepped away from the table, nearby the stairs behind (Y/N). The tension the room held was almost unbareable.

“Leave it to Jacob to find away around Sam’s gag order.” Emily said to no one in particular as she turned around, returning to her cooking and baking. Bella quickly defended her long time friend,

“Umm, he didn’t say anything to me.” 

(Y/N) turned around in her seat to look towards Bella. The girl’s eyes immediately gawking at the beautiful round bump (Y/N) supported. Embry broke her out of the stare as he spoke up.

“It’s a wolf thing. Alpha’s orders get obeyed whether we want them to or not. Oh, and check it out. We can hear each others thoughts.”

“Would you shut up?” Jared exclaimed, shock at his friend willing giving away their abilities to their sworn enemies for centuries, “These are trade secrets, Dammit! This chick runs with vampires!”

“You can’t really run with vampires ‘cause they’re fast.” Bella responded almost nervously, nevertheless, a smile on her face.

“Yeah?” Jared cocked his head slightly to his right, leaning forward to emphasis his point, “Well we’re faster.” 

“Freaked out yet?” He raised his eyebrows, (Y/N) looked at the girl that Jacob has talked about nonstop waiting for her response. Bella shook her head before responding.

“You’re not the first monsters I’ve met.”

“Well they are the better ones.” (Y/N) said under her breathe as the two boys snickered being the only ones who heard it with their super-hearing.

“Jake’s right. You’re good with weird.” Sam said as he walked in, eyes locking with the leech-lover, as the boys call her. 

The room fell silent as they all watched as Sam went over to his fiancé. He immediately took the smiling girl into his arms, peppering kisses all over her face and neck, the two giggling lightly, lost in their own world. No one could fight the smile that broke on their faces as they watched the interaction, the two in total joy.

After a moment, (Y/N) wanted to stand to clean her dishes. She put one hand on the table and the other on Embry’s shoulder, who held onto both her forearms, pulling slightly to her her stand. She pushed in her chair, grabbed her empty plate, and walked - wobbled - to the kitchen sink.

The banter between Paul and Jacob caused (Y/N) to stop her actions, turning around and watched as the two walked in, shoving each other jokingly. Paul was the first to enter, instantly strolling over to the mother of his unborn child, trying to ignore the presence of the vampire lover in the room still.

“How are my beautiful girls?” Paul whispered leaning down to put a kiss to the forehead of his imprint, both his hands rested on (Y/N)’s tummy.

“Me and him are doing just fine.” She emphasized the word him as the two continuously disagreed over the gender of their baby. (Y/N) thought it would be a boy, who’s strong and handsome as Paul and Paul thought it would be a baby girl who would be just like his mother: smart, beautiful and caring. 

“Glad to hear it.” Paul responded, turning back to the table to eat some of the wonderful food set out by Emily. (Y/N) returned to the sink, continuing to clean the dishes in it. Jacob and Bella walking out the home, he was most likely off to explain the shape-shifting abilities the Quileute tribe held. 

Suddenly (Y/N) made a very audible moan of pain, the growing baby kicked with what seemed like both its legs and all of its might, probably a reaction of hearing its father’s deep, rough voice. The kick so intense to a point where (Y/N) bent over the sink, one arm wrapped itself around the lower portion of her belly and the other gripped the edge of counter as the after shocks still twitched throughout her entire body.

Paul, hearing (Y/N) groan in pain and feeling his imprint's pain, quickly returned to her side.

“(Y/N)? What’s wrong? Tell me how to help.” Paul rushed out. The worry evident in his voice to everyone in the room.

“I’m okay.” (Y/N) breathed out, the pain still there, especially in her back, but it was tolerable.

“Are you sure?” Sam asked from his spot, holding Emily who also looked concerned, “We could call Sue. She can probably look you over.”

“Call her.” Paul said at his Alpha and friend before (Y/N) could even open her mouth.

“No. I’m okay. Don’t worry her.” She looked over at Sam, suddenly noticing all the worried and concerned faces at her. Sam and Paul looked at each other, obviously communicating.

Call her, Sam. I’m worried for them both.

I was going to anyways. Carry her up to the spare bedroom while I call.

Thanks.

Paul swiftly put his arms behind (Y/N)’s leg and behind her back, picking her up. Her little frame was easy for him to pick up even with the bump.

“What are you doing?” (Y/N) asked confused as Paul carried her upstairs.

“You’re going to lay down. I don’t want you on your feet till Sue makes sure you’re okay.”

“Paul. I said I was okay. Don’t you dare bother that wom-”

“Sue is on her way! She’ll be here in 5!” Embry yelled up the stairs, cutting the girl’s words off.

(Y/N) glared at her lover as he gently set her on her back on the small bed that was shoved into the corner of the room. He laid with her, one hand placed on the middle of her stomach.

He’s whipped beyond repair Jared laughed out loud

You’re right but I hope she’s okay

So do I, I don’t wanna hear more of his whining

The boys, besides Paul, all laughed loudly.

She or my child are hurt I’m ripping all your throats out.

Paul would never actually carry out that action because he knows it was not his brother’s faults. He just wanted them to shut up.

Watch it. Sam snarled when he heard Paul threatening his pack brothers in his head. Paul audible growled out loud. Loud enough for the pack downstairs to hear him.

“What’s wrong? Is that vampire back?” (Y/N) asked not knowing the conversation that happened in the heads of the shape-shifters, but scared the vampire they’ve been having problems with lately had returned.

“No. Nothing, baby girl. relax.” Paul quickly replied, sensing her anxiousness. She did as he said and relaxed, placing her left hand on top of his that laid on her stomach still as he kissed the top of her head. Paul caught a glimpse of the diamond engagement ring that was on her left ring finger and smiled knowing they would never be apart.

“(Y/N), what’s going on?” Sue Clearwater pulled the couple out of their thoughts, Paul began standing beside the bed to allow her to work. Her long black hair pulled back into a single ponytail.

“I’m fine. Paul’s just scared.” She joked as she sat up slightly.

“You don’t say?” The nurse teased, knowing the protective nature the shapeshifter held for the girl and the girl alone.

“You mind?” Sue asked as she gestured to the expecting mother’s shirt. (Y/N) pulled the gray shirt up as she laid back down.

For the next few minutes, she felt her stomach, asking if anything hurt outside the normal and if she’s noticed any changes lately.

“Well considering you’re coming close to being 8 months,” Sue started pulling her friend’s shirt back down and helped her sit up, “I assume the baby is just moving positions, getting ready to come out soon.” She finished smiling. 

“Thank you.” (Y/N) smiled the smile that everyone she shows it to falls in love with it.

“Of course. If anything gets worse call me. If I don’t answer and it’s serious. Take her to the ER.” Sue looked at Paul seriously.

“Will do.” nodding his head at her. 

“I’ll leave you two alone. Enjoy while it last, he’ll be here soon.” She smiled as she waved and walked out.

“I told you.” (Y/N) giggled, Paul shook his head as he moved in front of his favorite person, kneeling down as she still sat down on the bed.

“I know.” He put his hands on her stomach once again, her left covering his right one.

“I just worry. You know I’m the one who worries about you. I can’t lose either of you.” He replied looking up at the beautiful girl in front of him

“I love you Paul.” (Y/N) smiled that smile again and placed her right hand on the back of his head, running it through his hair like he likes.

Paul was pretty sure he was falling in love with his imprint all over again when she smiled at him, “and I love you (Y/N).”

the baby kicked for a third time within the last two hours, the couple both feeling it.

“I love you too little one.” Paul laughed looking at her belly before placing a kiss on top of it.

“Forever.” 

[gaysparklepires]

14. Family

I hovered at Jacob’s side, my eyes scanning the forest for the other werewolves. When they appeared, striding out from between the trees, they weren’t what I was expecting. I’d gotten the image of the wolves stuck in my head. These were just four really big half-naked boys.

           Again, they reminded me of brothers, quadruplets. Something about the way they move almost in synchronization to stand across the road from us, the way they all had the same long, round muscles, under the same red-brown skin, the same cropped black hair, and the way their expressions altered at exactly the same moment.

           They started out curious and cautious. When they saw me there, half-hidden besides Jacob, they all became furious in the same second.

           Sam was still the biggest, thought Jacob was getting close to catching up with him. Sam didn’t really count as a boy. His face was older—not in the sense of lines or signs of aging, but in the maturity, the patience of his expression.

“What have you done, Jacob?” he demanded.

One of the others, one I didn’t recognized—Jared or Paul—thrust past Sam and spoke before Jacob could defend himself.

“Why can’t you just follow the rules, Jacob?” he yelled, throwing his arms in the air. “What the hell are you thinking? Is he more important than everything—than the whole tribe? Than the people getting killed?”

“She can help,” Jacob said quietly.

“Help!” the angry boy shouted. His arms began to quiver. “Oh, that’s likely! I’m sure the leech-lover is just dying to help us out!”

“Don’t talk about him like that!” Jacob shouted back, stung by the boys criticism.

The other boy only smirked, angrily. “I guess I shouldn’t really be surprised,” he practically spat the words out. “After all, you’d follow him around like some stupid lost puppy.”

“Oh, shut up, jackass!”

For a second I wasn’t sure who had shouted. I scanned the now shocked faces of the four boys standing across from me. Then turned my head and looked up at the also surprised face of Jacob. I realized that I had been the one who spoke. I felt my mouth go dry and try to swallow.

“What—did—you—say?” the angry boy was seething now, having recovered from the shock of my words.

“Jake—Jacob is just…” I started stammering a little, “He’s trying to help… I’m trying to he—“

A shudder rippled through the angry boy, along his shoulders and down his spine.

“Paul! Relax!” Sam commanded.

Paul shook his head back and forth, not in defiance, but as though he were trying to concentrate.

“Jeez, Paul,” one of the other boys—probably Jared—muttered. “Get a grip.”

Paul twisted his head back toward Jared, his lips curling back in irritation. Then he shifted his glare back in my direction. Jacob took a step to put himself in front of me.

That did it.

“Right, protect him!” Paul roared in outrage. Another shudder, a convulsion, heaved through his body. He threw his head back, a real growl tearing from between his teeth.

“Paul!” Sam and Jacob shouted together.

Paul seemed to fall forward, vibrating violently. Halfway to the ground, there was a loud ripping noise, and the boy exploded.

Dark silver flur blew out from his body, coalescing into a shape more than five-times his size—a massive, crouched shape, ready to spring.

The wolf’s muzzle wrinkled back over his teeth, and another growl rolled through his colossal chest. His dark, enraged eyes focused on me.

In the same second, Jacob was running across the road straight for the giant wolf.

“Jacob!” I called, full of fear.

Mid-stride, a long tremor shivered down Jacob’s spine. He leaped forward, diving headfirst into the empty air.

With another sharp tearing sound, Jacob exploded, too. He burst out of his skin—shreds of black and white cloth blasted up into the air. It happened so quickly that if I’d blinked, I’d have missed the entire transformation. One second it was Jacob diving into the air, and then it was the gigantic, russet brown wolf—so enourmous that I couldn’t make sense of its mass somehow fitting inside Jacob—charging the crouched silver beast.

Jacob met the other werewolf’s attach head-on. Their angry snarls echoed like thunder off the trees.

The black and white scraps—the remains of Jacob’s clothes—fluttered to the ground where he’d disappeared.

“Jacob!’ I choked out, staggering forward.

“Stay where you are, Beau,” Sam ordered. It was hard to hear him over the roar of the fighting wolves. They were snapping and tearing at each other, their shapr teeth flashing toward each other’s throats. The Jacob-wolf seemed to have the upper hand—he was visibly bigger than the other wolf, and it looked like he was stronger, too. He rammed his shoulder against the gray wolf again and again, knocking him back toward the trees.

“Take him to Emily’s,” Sam shouted toward the other boys, who were watching the conflict with rapt expressions. Jacob had successfully shoved the gray wolf off the road, and they were disappearing into the forest, though the sound of their snarls was still loud. Sam ran after them, kicking off his shoes on the way. As he darted into the trees, he was quivering from head to toe.

The growling and snapping was fading into the distance. Suddenly, the sound cut off and it was very quiet on the road.

One of the boys started laughing.

I turned to stare at him—my wide eyes felt frozen, like I couldn’t even blink them.

The boy seemed to be laughing at my expression. “Well, there’s something don’t see every day,” he snickered. His face was vaguely familiar—thinner than the others…. Embry Call.

“I do,” the other boy, Jared, grumbled. “Every single day.”

“Aw, Paul doesn’t lose his temper every day,” Embry disagreed, still grinning. “Maybe two out of three.”

Jared stopped to pick something white up off the ground. He held it up toward Embry; it dangled in limp strips from his hand.

“Totally shredded,” Jared said. “Billy said this was the last pair he could afford—guess Jacob’s going barefoot now.”

“This one survived,” Embry said, holding up a white sneaker. “Jake can hop,” he added with a laugh.

Jared started collecting various pieces of fabric from the dirt. “Get Sam’s shoes, will you? All the rest of this is headed or the trash.”

Embry grabbed the shoes and then jogged into the trees where Sam had disappeared. He was back in a few seconds with a pair of cut-off jeans draped over his arm. Jared gathered the torn remnants of Jacob’s and Paul’s clothes and wadded them into a ball. Suddenly, he seemed to remember me.

He looked at me carefully, assessing.

“Hey, you’re not going to faint or puke or anything?” he demanded.

“I don’t plan on it,” I managed to deadpan.

“You don’t look so good. Maybe you should sit down.”

“I’m fine. Really.” I breathed deeply, trying to convince myself more than him.

“Jake should have warned us,” Embry complained.

“He shouldn’t have brought his boyfriend into this. What did he expect?”

“Well, the wolf’s out of the bag now.” Embry sighed. “Way to go, Jake.”

I glared at the two boys who seemed to be taking this all so lightly. “Aren’t you worried about them at all?” I demanded.

Embry blinked once in surprise. “Worried? Why?”

“They could hurt each other!”

Embry and Jared guffawed.

“I hope Paul gets a mouthful of him,” Jared said. “Teach him a lesson.”

I frowned.

“Yeah, right!” Embry disagreed. “Did you see Jake? Even Sam couldn’t have phased on the fly like that. He saw Paul losing it, and it took him, what, half a second to attack? The boy’s got a gift.”

“Paul’s been fighting longer. I’ll bet you ten bucks he leaves a mark.”

“You’re on. Jake’s a natural. Paul doesn’t have a prayer.”

They shook hands, grinning.

I threw my hands up in the air. I tried to comfort myself with their lack of concern, but I couldn’t drive the brutal image of the fighting werewolves from my head. My stomach churned, sore and empty, my head ached with worry.

“Let’s go see Emily. You know she’ll have food waiting.” Embry looked over at me. “Mind giving us a ride?”

“Sure, no problem.” I choked.

Jared raised one eyebrow. “You still look like you might hurl.”

“Maybe one of you’d better drive then.” I began to rub my temples. “Keys are in the ignition.”

Embry opened the passenger-side door. “In you go,” he said cheerfully, hauling me up and setting me down into my seat. He appraised the available space. “I’m driving. You’ll have to ride in the back,” he told Jared.

“That’s fine. I got a weak stomach. I don’t want to be in their when he blows.”

“I bet he won’t.” Embry smirked.

“Five bucks?” Jared asked.

“Don’t. I feel guilty, taking your money like this.” He glanced at me, “After all, this guy is tougher than you think He runs with vampires.”

“You can’t run with vampires.” I raised an eyebrow at them. They both just stared at me. “Because they’re fast.”

They both started crowing with laughter. I felt myself smirk a bit. Embry got in and started the engine while Jared leapt agilely into the bed As soon as his door was closed, Embry muttered to me, “I don’t think you will, but don’t throw up, okay? I’ve only got a ten, and if Paul got his teeth into Jacob…”

“I’ll do my best,” I whispered.

Embry drove us back toward the village.

“Hey, how did Jake get around the injunction anyway?”

“The… what?”

“Er, the order. You know, not to spill the beans. How did he tell you about this?”

“Oh, that,” I said, remembering Jacob trying to choke out the truth to me last night. “He didn’t. I guessed right.”

Embry pursed his lips, looking surprised. “Hmm. S’pose that would work. Clever you.”

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“Emily’s house. She’s Sam’s girlfriend… no, fiancée, now, I guess. They’ll meet up with us back there after Sam gives it to them for what just happened. And after Paul and Jake scrounge up some new clothes, if Paul even has any left.”

“Does Emily know about…?”

“Yeah. And hey, don’t stare at her. That bugs Sam.”

I frowned at him. “Why would I stare?”

Embry looked uncomfortable. “Like you saw just now, hanging around with werewolves has its risk.”

“Hanging around with vampires had risks, too.” I said, more to myself than him.

“Hey, speaking of,” Embry seemed glad to steer the conversation away from Emily, “are you okay about the whole thing with the black-haired bloodsucker in the meadow? It didn’t look like he was a friend of yours, but…” Embry shrugged.

“No, he wasn’t my friend.”

“That’s good. We didn’t want to start anything, break the treaty, you know.”

“Oh, yeah, Jake told me about the treaty once, a long time ago. Why would killing Laurent break the treaty?”

“Laurent,” he repeated, snorting, like he was amused the vampire had a name. “Well, we were technically on Cullen turf. We’re not allowed to attack any of them, the Cullens, at least, off our land—unless they break the treaty first. We didn’t know if the black-haired one was a relative of theirs or something. Looked like you knew him.”

“So, how would they go about breaking the treaty?”

“If they bite a human. Jake wasn’t so keen on the idea of letting it go that far.”

“Oh, thanks.” I glared at him. “I’m glad you didn’t wait.”

“Our pleasure.” He sounded like he meant that in a literal sense.

Embry drove past the easternmost house on the highway before turning off onto a narrow dirt road. “Your truck is slow,” he noted.

“I’ve had a really long day. Maybe don’t diss the truck.”

“Sorry.”

At the end of the lane was a tiny house that had once been gray. There was only one narrow window beside the weathered blue door, but the window box under it was filled with bright orange and yellow marigolds, giving the whole place a cheerful look.

Embry opened the truck door and inhaled. “Mmm, Emily’s cooking.”

Jared jumped out of the back of the truck and headed for the door, but Embry stopped him with one hand on his chest. He looked at me meaningfully, and cleared his throat.

“I don’t have my wallet on me,” Jared said.

“That’s okay. I won’t forget.”

They climbed up the one step and entered the house without knocking. I followed timidly after them.

The front room, like Billy’s house, was mostly kitchen. A young woman with satiny copper skin and long, straight, raven-black hair was standing at the counter by the sink, popping big muffins out of a tin and placing them on a ceramic plate. For one second, I thought the reason Embry had told me not to stare was because the girl was so beautiful.

And then she asked “You guys hungry?” in a melodic voice, and she turned to face us full on, a smile on half of her face.

The right side of her face was scarred from hairline to chin by three thick, red lines, livid in color though they were long healed. One line pulled down the corner of her dark, almond-shaped right eye, another twisted the right side of her mouth into a permanent grimace.

Thankful for Embry’s warning, I quickly turned my eyes to the muffins in her hands. They smelled wonderful—like fresh blueberries.

“Oh,” Emily said, surprised. “Who’s this?”

I looked up, trying to focus on the left half of her face.

“Beau Swan,” Jared told her, shrugging. Apparently, I’d been a topic of conversation before. “Who else?”

“Leave it to Jacob to find a way around Sam’s gag order,” Emily murmured. She stared at me, and neither half of her striking face was friendly. “So, you’re the vampire boy.”

I stiffened. “So… you’re the wolf girl.”

She laughed, as did Embry and Jared. The left face of her half warmed. “I guess I am.”

“Then, yes, I am.”

She smiled and turned to Jared. “Where’s Sam?”

“Beau, er, surprised Paul this morning.”

Emily rolled her eyes. “Ah, Paul,” she sighed. “Do you think they’ll be long? I was about to start the eggs.”

“Don’t worry,” Embry told her. “If they’re late, we won’t let anything go to waste.”

Emily chuckled, and then opened the refrigerator. “No doubt,” she agreed. “Beau, are you hungry? Go ahead and help yourself to a muffin.”

“Thank you.” I took one from the plate and started nibbling around the edges. It was delicious, and it felt good in my tender stomach. Embry picked up his third and shoved it into his mouth whole.

“Save some for your brothers,” Emily chastised him, hitting him on the head with a wooden spoon. The word surprised me, but the others thought nothing of it.

“Pig,” Jared commented.

I leaned against the counter and watched the three of them banter like a family. Emily’s kitchen was a friendly place, bright with white cupboards and pale wooden floorboards. On the little round table, a cracked blue-and-white china pitcher was overflowing with wildflowers. Embry and Jared seemed entirely at ease here.

Emily was mixing a humongous batch of eggs, several dozen, in a big yellow bowl. She had the sleeves of her lavender shirt pushed up, and I could see that the scars extended all the way down her arm to the back of her right hand. Hanging out with werewolves truly did have its risk, just as Embry had said.

No, that wasn’t fair. I was in no place to judge. I had hung out with vampires. How was it any less dangerous? How were vampires and the dangers they presented somehow better than the werewolves? It wasn’t better. It was a different kind of danger, but a danger just the same.

The front door opened, and Sam stepped through.

“Emily,” he said, and so much love saturated his voice that I felt embarrassed, intrusive, as I watched him cross the room in one stride and take her face in his wide hands. He leaned down and kissed the dark scars on her right cheek before he kissed her lips.

“Hey, none of that,” Jared complained. “I’m eating.”

“Then shut up and eat,” Sam suggested, kissing Emily’s scarred mouth again.

“Ugh,” Embry groaned.

The joy and life that radiated from Sam and Emily was touching to witness, but it made me ache. I had to admit to myself that I felt a sense of longing to feel something like that again. To be so happy and so in love with someone. To have that closeness. At the same time, I felt a fear of it. The fear of what happens when that love ends, when it goes away. It was ridiculous. Why should I be afraid of trying again? Why should I dance around the edges and not dive back into it?

I was grateful for the distraction when Jacob and Paul came through the door, and then shocked when I saw that they were laughing. While I watched, Paul punched Jacob on the shoulder and Jacob went for a kidney jab in return. They laughed again. They both appeared to be in once piece.

Jacob scanned the room, his eyes stopping when he found me leaning, slightly awkward and out of place, against the counter in the far corner of the kitchen.

“Hey, Beau,” he greeted me cheerfully. He grabbed two muffins as he passed the table and came to stand beside me.

Paul took a seat at the table just in front of us. He twisted around to look at me.

“Sorry.” He half smirked. I nodded quickly in response.

Jacob gently bumped his hip into me, “How are you holding up?”

“Don’t worry, I’m fine. Good muffins.” I picked mine back up and started nibbling again. I felt calmer with Jacob beside me.

“Oh, man!” Jared wailed, interrupting us.

I looked up, and he and Embry were examining a fading pink line on Paul’s forearm. Embry was grinning, exultant.

“Fifteen dollars,” he crowed.

“Did you do that?” I whispered to Jacob, remembering the bet.

“I barely touched him. He’ll be perfect by sundown.”

“By sundown?” I looked at the line on Paul’s arm. Odd, but it looked weeks old.

“Wolf thing,” Jacob whispered.

“Okay, that’s kind of neat,” I whispered. “Are you okay?”

“Not a scratch on me.” His expression was smug. I couldn’t help but smile at how proud he was.

“Hey, guys,” Sam said in a loud voice, interrupting all the conversations going on in the small room. Emily was at the stove, scraping the egg mixture around a big skillet, but Sam still had one hand touching the small of her back, an unconscious gesture. “Jacob has information for us.”

Paul looked unsurprised. Jacob must have explained this to him and Sam already. Or… they’d just heard his thoughts.

“I know what the redhead wants.” Jacob directed his words toward Jared and Embry. “That’s what I was trying to tell you before.” He kicked the leg of the chair Paul had settled into.

“And?” Jared asked.

Jacob’s face got serious. “He is trying to avenge his mate—only it wasn’t the black-haired leech we killed. The Cullen’s got his mate last year, and he’s after Beau now.”

This wasn’t news to me, but I still shivered.

Jared, Embry, and Emily stared at me with open-mouthed surprise.

“He’s just a human,” Embry protested.

“I didn’t say it made sense. But that’s why the bloodsucker’s been trying to get past us. He’s been heading for Forks.”

They continued to stare at me, mouths still hanging open, for a long moment. I ducked my head.

“Excellent,” Jared finally said, a smile beginning to pull up the corners of his mouth. “We’ve got bait.”

With stunning speed, Jacob yanked a can opener from the counter and launched it at Jared’s head. Jared’s hand flicked up faster than I would have thought possible, and he snagged the tool just before it hit his face.

“Beau is not bait.”

“You know what I mean,” Jared said, unabashed.

“So we’ll be changing our patterns,” Sam said, ignoring their squabble. “We’ll try leaving a few holes, and see if he falls for it. We’ll have to split up, and I don’t like that. But if the redhead is really after Beau, he probably won’t try to take advantage of our divided numbers.”

“Quil’s got to be close to joining us,” Embry murmured. “Then we’ll be able to split evenly.”

Everyone looked down. I glanced at Jacob’s face, and it was hopeless, like it had been yesterday afternoon, outside his house. No matter how comfortable they seemed to be with their fate, here in this happy kitchen, none of these boys wanted the same fate for their friend.

“Well, we won’t count on that,” Sam said in a low voice, and then continued at his regular volume. “Paul, Jared, and Embry will take the outer perimeter, and Jacob and I will take the inner. We’ll collapse in when we’ve got the redhead trapped.”

I noticed Emily didn’t particularly like that Sam would be in the smaller grouping. Her worry had me glancing at Jacob, worrying, too.

Sam caught my eye. “Jacob thinks it would be best if you spent as much time as possible here in La Push. The redhead won’t know where to find you so easily, just in case.”

“But what about Charlie?” I asked.

“March Madness is still going,” Jacob said. “I think Billy and Harry can manage to keep Charlie down here when he’s not at work.”

“Wait,” Sam said, holding one hand up. His glance flickered to Emily and then back to me. “That’s what Jacob thinks is best, but you need to decide for yourself. You should weigh the risks of both options very seriously. You saw this morning how easily things can get dangerous here, how quickly they get out of hand. If you choose to stay with us, I can’t make any guarantees about your safety.”

“I wouldn’t hurt Beau,” Jacob mumbled looking down.

Sam acted as if he hadn’t heard him speak. “If there was somewhere else you felt safe…”

I bit my lip. Where could I go that wouldn’t put someone else in danger? I couldn’t bring Renée into this—pulling her into the circle of the target I wore… “I don’t want to lead Victor anywhere else,” I said.

Sam nodded. “That’s true. It’s better to have him here, where we can end this.”

My breath caught in my throat. I didn’t want Jacob or any of the rest of them trying to end Victor. I didn’t want them anywhere near him. I glanced at Jake’s face; it was relaxed, almost the same as I remembered it from before the onset of the wolf thing, and utterly unconcerned by the idea of hunting vampires.

“You’ll be careful, right?” I asked, my voice tight with worry.

The boys burst into loud hoots of amusement. Everyone laughed at me—except Emily. She met my eyes, and I could suddenly see the symmetry underlying her scars. Her face was still beautiful, and alive with a concern as fierce as mine. I was grateful for the understanding in her eyes.

“Food’s ready,” she finally said, and the strategic conversation was history. The guys hurried to surround the table—which looked tiny and in danger of being crushed by them—and devoured the buffet-sized pan of eggs Emily placed in their midst in record time. Emily ate leaning against the counter with me—avoiding the bedlam at the table—and watched them with affectionate eyes. Her expression clearly stated that this was her family.

All in all, it wasn’t exactly what I was expecting from a pack of werewolves.

I spent the day in La Push, the majority of it in Billy’s house. He left a message on Charlie’s phone and at the station, and Charlie showed up around dinnertime with two pizzas. It was good he brought two larges; Jacob ate one all by himself much to my amusement.

I saw Charlie eyeing the two of us suspiciously all night, especially the much-changed Jacob. He asked about the hair; Jacob shrugged and told him it was more convenient.

I knew that as soon as Charlie and I were headed home, Jacob would take off—off to run around as a wolf, as he had done intermittently through the entire day. He and his brothers of sorts kept up a constant watch, looking for some sign of Victor’s return. But since they’d chased him away from the hot springs last night—chased him halfway to Canada, according to Jacob—he’d yet to make another foray.

I had no real hope that he might just give up. I didn’t have that kind of luck.

Jacob walked me to my truck after dinner and lingered at my door, waiting for Charlie to drive away first.

“Don’t be afraid tonight,” Jacob said, while Charlie pretended to be having trouble with his seat belt. “We’ll be out there, watching.”

“It’s not just myself or Charlie I’m worried about, Jake,” I looked up at him.

“You’re silly. Hunting vampires is fun. It’s the best part of this whole mess.”

I shook my head. “If I’m silly, then you’re dangerously unbalanced.”

He chuckled. “Get some rest, Beau. You look exhausted.”

“I’ll try.”

Charlie honked his horn impatiently.

“See you tomorrow,” Jacob said. “Come down first thing.”

“I will.”

“Okay.” He stepped back to close the truck door.

“Hey,” I reached out and grabbed his arm, my hand lingering for a moment, “Jake…”

He moved his hand over mine. “Yeah, Beau?”

I couldn’t get any words to come out, so I just pulled him to me and threw my arms around his neck, gripping him in a tight hug. From my sitting position in the truck I was just high enough that my mouth was right at his ear.

“Please be careful, Jake.” the words came out in a whisper.

“Sure, sure.” I could hear the smile in his voice, and his big hand gently rubbed my back.

I reluctantly broke the hug, Jacob took a step back, and closed the truck door. He gave me a quick reassuring nod. I nodded back, but I could tell my face conveyed my worry.

Charlie followed me home. I paid scant attention to the lights in my rearview mirror. Instead, I wondered where Sam and Jared and Embry and Paul were, out running in the night. I wondered if Jacob had joined them yet.

When we got home, I headed straight for the stairs, but Charlie was right behind me.

“What’s going on, Beau?” he demanded. “I thought Jacob was part of a gang and you two were fighting.”

“It was… We made up. It was a misunderstanding.”

“And the gang?”

“Another misunderstanding. We both had the wrong idea about it all. But I met Sam Uley and his fiancée, Emily. They’re both very nice.” I shrugged. “I don’t know why I thought so badly of them. Sam was the one who found me… that day.”

Charlie’s face changed. He didn’t seem like he wanted to bring that up. “Oh,” he mumbled, then he attempted to redirect the conversation, “I hadn’t heard that he and Emily had made it official. That’s nice. Poor girl.”

“Do you know what happened to her?”

“Mauled by a bear up north, during salmon spawning season—horrible accident. It was more than a year ago now. I heard Sam was really messed up over it.”

“That’s horrible,” I echoed. More than a year ago. I’d bet that meant it happened when there was just one werewolf in La Push. I shuddered at the thought of how Sam must have felt every time he looked at Emily’s face.

Even then, I couldn’t help but shake the sense of familiarity I felt about the story. A horrible accident, a cover up story. Mauled by a bear, fell down a flight of stairs… What was the difference? Werewolf attack, vampire attack. Emily and I both had our scars from the ordeal. My finger ran along the silvery scar on my hand, hardly a comparison to what Emily had suffered but who could say if things hadn’t gone differently what state I’d have ended up in? I didn’t want to think about it anymore. There were more important things to worry about.

That night, I lay awake for a long time trying to sort through the day. I worked my way backward through dinner with Billy, Jacob, and Charlie, to the long afternoon in the Blacks’ house, waiting anxiously to hear something from Jacob, to Emily’s kitchen, to the horror of the werewolf fight, to talking with Jacob on the beach.

I thought about what Jacob had said early this morning, about hypocrisy. I thought about that for a long time. It had been a misunderstanding and he had apologized for it. But was he right? Was I a hypocrite?

At first, I had been so terrified of Jacob and the La Push boys; of the werewolves. Did I have any right to be? Were they the wrong kind of monster? Was Jacob the wrong kind of monster? Was he a monster at all? If I honestly believed that, yes, the wolves are monsters because they’re dangerous, because they’re unpredictable… I was a hypocrite.

Vampires were dangerous, there was no doubt. My birthday had proven that they could be unpredictable. There was no real difference. Dangerous, unpredictable. Vampire, werewolf. If I believed Jacob was a monster, then I had to accept that Edward was a monster, too.

I wondered why this all bothered me so much. Why it nagged at my conscious. I couldn’t answer the question, but I realized none of it mattered. When you care about someone it changes things. Nothing is black and white anymore. Sometimes, love is irrational. The more you loved someone, the less sense anything made.

I rolled over and tried to think of something else—and I thought of Jacob and his brothers, out running in the darkness. I fell asleep imagining the wolves, invisible in the night, guarding me from danger. When I dreamed, I stood in the forest again, but I didn’t wander. I was holding Emily’s scarred hand as we faced into the shadows and waited anxiously for our werewolves to come home.