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Humankind. (Playlist Series)

​​ Carlisle Cullen x Reader

Summary: Faith had always been fragile in her hands—shattered by loss, hardened by solitude, and tainted by the cruelty of the world. But when Carlisle Cullen looks at her, his touch gentle despite the storm in his eyes, she wonders if, for the first time, she’s found something to believe in.

Based on the song: Humankind by David Kushner

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I met the devil Sunday mornin' with his hands in the air

He blew his paycheck on the plate that they were passin’

The church was crowded that morning, bodies packed into pews, voices lifted in hymns that sounded more like rehearsed tradition than true faith. Y/N sat in the farthest corner, where the light from the stained-glass windows barely touched her, the weight of the past pressing heavy on her ribs.

She wasn’t here for salvation. She wasn’t even sure salvation existed for someone like her.

But she wasn’t the only one in the shadows.

Carlisle Cullen stood a few rows ahead, his posture poised, his head slightly bowed. From this angle, he looked like he belonged here—his presence blending seamlessly with the solemnity of the moment. Yet, as she watched him, she couldn’t shake the feeling that, like her, he was simply going through the motions.

His faith was not blind. It was measured, weighed against centuries of cruelty and contradiction.

He turned his head slightly, as if sensing her gaze, and their eyes met. A quiet understanding passed between them, something unspoken yet undeniable.

He saw her.

And for the first time in a long while, she wasn’t sure if she wanted to be seen.

I'm the one that you came and slaughtered

You spin me around I was lookin' for livin' water You just let me drown

The rain poured relentlessly, soaking through her thin sweater as she stood on the edge of town. The weight of the world settled in her bones, exhaustion clinging to her like a second skin.

She had spent her life searching—grasping for something to hold onto, something to believe in. But time and time again, the world had shown her nothing but disappointment.

And then there was Carlisle.

He stood beside her now, his own clothes untouched by the rain, golden eyes filled with something she couldn’t name. Concern. Frustration. Maybe something deeper.

“You should come inside,” he said, voice steady despite the storm around them.

She let out a bitter laugh. “Why? So I can pretend everything’s fine? That I haven’t spent my entire life being let down by the very people who were supposed to care?”

Carlisle didn’t flinch at her words. He never did.

Instead, he stepped closer, close enough that she could feel the chill radiating from him. “I know what it’s like to lose faith, Y/N. To feel as though the world has taken more than it will ever give back.”

She turned to him then, the anger and heartbreak bubbling to the surface. “And did you ever get it back? Your faith?”

His expression softened. “Not in the way I expected.”

Her chest ached. Because she knew what he meant.

She had spent years searching for something to believe in. And somewhere along the way, she had found him instead.

I put my faith in a sinner’s town

Land of the free chained to the ground When I look for kindness now Humankind just lets me down

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

She had always assumed love—if it ever found her—would be soft, quiet. Something that felt like home.

But loving Carlisle was anything but quiet.

It was standing at the edge of reason, staring into the unknown, knowing that one wrong step could mean losing everything.

He was a man who had spent centuries healing others, carrying their pain as if it were his own. And yet, when it came to himself, he didn’t know how to accept kindness.

Just like her.

And maybe that’s why it scared her so much.

Because if she let herself fall, there was no telling if he would catch her.

But when he looked at her like that—like she was something sacred, something worth saving—she thought maybe, just maybe, she was willing to take the risk.

Oh, my heaven’s cussing me out

Oh, humankind just lets me down

The world had always been cruel to people like her.

People who loved too much. Who trusted too little.

And yet, as she lay in Carlisle’s arms, her head resting against his chest, she realized that for once, she wasn’t afraid.

His fingers traced absent patterns against her skin, his breath steady despite the storm raging outside. “You’re quiet,” he murmured.

She closed her eyes, letting the sound of his voice ground her. “Just… thinking.”

His lips pressed against her forehead, a silent reassurance. “About what?”

She swallowed hard, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. “About how I spent so long believing the world would never give me something good. That no matter how hard I searched, I would never find something—someone—who wouldn’t let me down.”

Carlisle stilled beneath her. Then, after a moment, he shifted, tilting her chin up so she had no choice but to meet his gaze.

“I’m not perfect, Y/N,” he said, his voice laced with something raw, something vulnerable. “I’ve made mistakes. More than I can count. But I will never be one of the people who let you down.”

A lump formed in her throat. “How can you be so sure?”

He exhaled softly, his thumb brushing over her cheek. “Because I’ve spent centuries searching, too. And I refuse to believe that after all this time, the universe would bring me to you just to take you away.”

She wanted to believe him.

God, she wanted to.

And maybe, for the first time in her life, she did.

When it’s all said and done

I’m just a man, you’re just a woman So take my hand I’m only human I need you to take me home

The rain had stopped by the time morning came, the world outside washed clean, reborn.

Carlisle stood by the window, his expression unreadable as he watched the sky shift from black to blue.

She stepped behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist, pressing her cheek against his back.

He let out a breath, his hands covering hers, holding her there.

Neither of them spoke.

Because for the first time in a long while, there was nothing left to say.

He had found his way home.

And so had she.

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Buried at Sea (Playlist Series)

​​ Emmett Cullen x Reader

Summary: There was no world where Emmett Cullen would let her go—not even in death. But when fate twists its cruel fingers around them, dragging them into the dark, they must decide whether love is enough to keep them from sinking.

Based on the song: Buried at Sea by David Kushner

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"Oh, darling, we're buried at sea Our fate rests down in the mystery Dry bones sinking in the dead, dead water While the earth grows darker, my dear."

Y/N had never feared the water before.

But as the storm raged around them, the ocean a monstrous thing swallowing everything whole, she felt it—a whisper of something ancient, something that had no mercy. The wind howled, snapping through the trees lining the cliffside, and the rain came in sheets, cold enough to make her shiver even through the fever burning in her veins.

Emmett’s grip on her was tight, bordering on painful. “Y/N, we have to move.” His voice was strained, his golden eyes dark with something she couldn’t name.

Lightning cracked across the sky, illuminating the wreckage behind them. The ship, once grand and solid, had been reduced to splintered wood and screaming ghosts. If she closed her eyes, she could still feel the water rushing in, pulling at her limbs, stealing her breath as she fought to reach him.

She had fought.

And she had nearly drowned.

But Emmett had found her. Like he always did.

Now, soaked to the bone, bruised and shaken, she stood with him at the edge of the world, the sea roaring below.

“Emmett,” she breathed, exhaustion pressing against her ribs. “It’s over.”

His jaw clenched, his arms still locked around her. “No, it’s not.”

She frowned. “We’re alive.”

His gaze dropped to the deep gash across her collarbone, venom-tinged blood staining her shirt. He didn’t have to say it—she already knew. They hadn’t just been running from the storm.

They had been running from them.

And the war was far from over.

"You're wearing my halo, Heaven's divide You're fooling the angels with your sweet eyes."

Emmett had known from the second he laid eyes on her that she was his.

Fate had carved their souls from the same stone, had wound them together in ways neither of them could understand. He had been a man forged in strength and battle, but she—she was something entirely different.

Soft where he was unyielding. Gentle where he was rough.

And yet, she had killed for him.

Blood stained the water beneath them, bodies lost to the tide, and he knew she would never be the same.

She had tried to shield him from it. From the decision. From the weight of it.

But Emmett had felt it the second the knife left her hand, the moment she had made a choice that could never be undone.

And now, she was shaking, her body wrecked with something deeper than fear.

He cupped her face, thumb skimming over her cheek. “You did what you had to do.”

Her eyes searched his, as if waiting for him to pull away, to look at her differently.

But he wouldn’t. He never would.

Because she wasn’t the only one who had buried something in that ocean.

"Oh, darling, we're buried at sea Our sins lay cold in the depths beneath Hell don't need another lawless martyr And the Lord don't barter, I fear."

The moment Y/N’s knees buckled, Emmett was there.

She was burning up, her body struggling to fight the venom laced in her wound, and he knew time was slipping through his fingers.

He had carried her across battlefields before. Had pulled her from the wreckage of things neither of them spoke of.

But this—this felt different.

“You’re not leaving me,” he muttered, pressing his forehead against hers. “Not now.”

Her breath was shallow, but her fingers curled weakly around his wrist. “I wouldn’t dare.”

Emmett let out a rough laugh, the sound strangled as he scooped her into his arms. “Good. Because I’d go down with you.”

Her eyes fluttered closed, exhaustion laced in every fragile movement. “That’s the most romantic thing you’ve ever said to me.”

He held her closer, ignoring the panic clawing at his ribs. “I’m full of surprises.”

The Cullen house wasn’t far. He just had to get her there.

Just had to keep her breathing.

Just had to keep her.

"It's too late for your atonement You found the box, but lost the key."

Emmett never prayed.

Not when he was human. Not when he was turned.

But as he stood over Y/N’s unconscious body, her breath shallow, her pulse a ghost of a thing beneath her skin, he nearly fell to his knees.

Carlisle worked quickly, his hands steady, his expression unreadable. The venom had to be drained. The infection had to be stopped. But even with all of his knowledge, all of his skill, there was no guarantee.

“She’ll make it,” Rosalie said from behind him, her voice firm.

Emmett didn’t answer.

Didn’t move.

Didn’t breathe.

Not until Y/N stirred, her fingers twitching, her lips parting with the smallest sound of pain.

His world tilted back into place.

And when her eyes met his, exhausted but full of life, he knew—

No matter what it took, no matter what he had to do—

He would never lose her again.

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Sweet Oblivion (Playlist Series)

Jacob Black x Reader

Summary: Love should be a sanctuary, but with Jacob, it feels like standing at the edge of a storm—beautiful, destructive, and impossible to resist. She was never meant to be his salvation, yet in her arms, he finds a recklessness that feels like coming home.

Based on the song: Sweet Oblivion by David Kushner

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I'll bleed for you

I'll bear the bruise If I feel the way you do Oh, I'd be someone new Someone new

The night air was thick with the scent of pine and rain-soaked earth, the humidity clinging to Y/N’s skin like a second layer. The forest stretched endlessly around her, but she wasn't afraid. She never was when Jacob was near.

He stood a few feet away, the glow of the moon casting sharp angles over his face, highlighting the tension in his jaw. His hands clenched at his sides, the heat rolling off him in waves despite the cool night. She could feel his turmoil like an ache in her own bones.

“I can’t—I can’t lose you,” he muttered, voice raw, like the words were being ripped from his throat.

Y/N swallowed hard, stepping closer despite the storm raging in his eyes. “You won’t,” she whispered.

Jacob’s hands trembled as he reached for her, like touching her would either be his salvation or his undoing. He cupped her face, his warmth seeping into her chilled skin. “You don’t get it, do you?” His voice cracked, frustration bleeding into something more fragile. “I would rather rip my own heart out than watch you get hurt because of me.”

Her fingers curled around his wrists, anchoring him. “And you don’t get it,” she said softly. “I’d do the same for you.”

His breath hitched, and for a moment, she saw it—the war inside him, the need battling with the fear. But she wasn’t afraid of the fire in him. She’d burn with him if it meant they didn’t have to be alone in the ashes.

Save me from the sickness that I love

Take me to your sweet oblivion I'm kneeling at your altar I'm down here on my knees

Jacob kissed like he was desperate, like she was the only thing keeping him tethered to the earth. His lips crushed against hers, and she met his intensity, fingers threading through his hair, nails scraping against his scalp.

The world tilted, his arms winding around her waist as he pulled her flush against him. Heat licked at her skin, his warmth overwhelming, but she only pressed closer.

He broke away with a ragged breath, resting his forehead against hers. “You’re everything,” he murmured. “And that terrifies me.”

Y/N closed her eyes, heart pounding. “Then be terrified,” she whispered. “But don’t run from this.”

His hands tightened on her waist, his body shaking. “I don’t know how to be anything but yours.”

Her lips curled into a soft, knowing smile. “Then don’t fight it.”

His mouth found hers again, this time softer, reverent. Like a prayer, a plea.

Gladly, I await the knife

Slipped between these ribs of mine With you, there's no dying shame Just a breathless whispered grace

The battle had been brutal, the scent of blood thick in the air, mixing with the scent of rain-soaked earth and burning flesh. It was over, but the wreckage remained—bodies scattered, breaths labored, wounds still weeping.

And Jacob was kneeling beside her, his hands pressing against the wound in her side, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

“No, no, no,” he chanted, his voice breaking. “You’re gonna be okay. You hear me, Y/N?”

She tried to speak, but the pain was unbearable, a sharp, searing thing that stole her breath. Her fingers brushed his wrist, smearing blood over his tanned skin.

Jacob let out a choked sound, shaking his head violently. “Stay with me.” His voice cracked. “Please, sweetheart. Stay with me.”

She wanted to. God, she wanted to. But the darkness was pulling at her, whispering in her ear, coaxing her into surrender.

And then she felt it—his lips pressing against her temple, then her cheek, her jaw, her mouth. A lifeline, an anchor. His warmth seeping into her, his heartbeat steady and strong beneath her trembling fingertips.

“You’re mine,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “And I won’t let you go.”

The bond between them wasn’t fully formed yet, but she could feel it, a thread weaving through her soul, tethering her to him. And as long as he was here, she wouldn’t let go.

Kings and choirs sing your name

Angels standing at your gates If precious blood is what it takes I'm praying, won't you…

She woke to the sound of his heartbeat.

The steady thump beneath her ear, the warmth of his body curled around hers, the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he breathed.

She blinked, disoriented, the memory of pain still lingering in the edges of her mind. But she was alive. She was here. And so was he.

Jacob stirred beneath her, and the second his dark eyes met hers, relief crashed over his face like a tidal wave. “Y/N,” he breathed, his voice thick with emotion.

She tried to smile, but exhaustion dragged at her limbs. “Hey.”

His fingers trembled as they traced over her cheek, his touch featherlight, as if he was afraid she might disappear. “You scared the hell out of me,” he admitted, his voice hoarse.

“Sorry,” she whispered.

Jacob exhaled shakily, his forehead pressing against hers. “Don’t you ever do that to me again,” he murmured. “I can’t—” His voice broke, and he swallowed hard, his arms tightening around her. “I can’t lose you.”

She reached up, cupping his face, her thumb brushing over his cheekbone. “You won’t.”

He kissed her then, slow and deep, like he was memorizing the taste of her, like she was the only thing in the world that mattered. And maybe she was.

Because in that moment, she knew—there was no fighting this. No denying it.

Jacob was hers. And she was his.

Forever.

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Awakening the Wolf (Playlist Series)

Jacob Black x Reader

Summary: Jacob Black thought he had everything figured out—his purpose, his path, his heart. But when fate demands more than just flesh and blood, he must decide if love is enough to break the man he once was and rebuild him into something stronger.

Based on the song: Flesh x Blood by David Kushner

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I look for love in empty places

I get distracted when I'm prayin' I talk to God and dance with Satan I wish it was my imagination

The rain clung to the pines, thick and suffocating in the humid air of the La Push reservation. The bonfire crackled at the center of the clearing, shadows of the pack shifting and twisting against the flames. The heat should have been comforting, but Jacob Black felt nothing.

Y/N sat across from him, her expression caught between worry and quiet frustration. He hadn’t spoken much tonight. Hadn’t reached for her hand or leaned into her touch like he usually did.

She noticed. She always noticed.

“Jake,” she said softly, leaning in so only he could hear. “What’s wrong?”

Everything. Nothing. His chest felt too tight, his skin too hot, like something was crawling underneath it, demanding to be set free.

“I’m fine.” His voice came out hoarse, unconvincing.

She didn’t believe him, of course.

Jacob didn’t know how to put it into words—the feeling of being torn between what he wanted and what he feared. The feeling that, despite having her, despite knowing she was his, something inside him still reached for something darker. Something broken.

She touched his wrist, fingers warm against his burning skin. “Jake,” she tried again, “please talk to me.”

He should. He should tell her that even after imprinting, even after the bond between them had solidified in ways he never imagined, something inside him still whispered that it wasn’t enough. That the ghost of the man he was before—the one filled with rage, with hatred for himself and everything he couldn’t have—still lurked beneath the surface.

Instead, he just exhaled sharply and looked away.

Oh, Father, can You wake me up

From the man that I thought I was? Oh, Father, can You wake me up 'Cause it's bigger than flesh and blood?

The waves crashed against the cliffs, sending mist into the night air, the salty tang heavy in Jacob’s lungs. Y/N stood beside him, arms wrapped around herself, watching him carefully.

“Did I do something?” she asked, voice barely above a whisper.

His head snapped toward her. “What?”

“You’ve been distant,” she said, eyes searching his. “Like you’re somewhere else. Like I’m not—” She swallowed hard. “Like I’m not enough.”

The words hit like a knife between his ribs.

“No.” His voice came out rough, raw. “It’s not you, Y/N. It’s me.”

She flinched, her jaw tightening. “Don’t say that,” she murmured. “That’s such a cop-out.”

Jacob let out a bitter chuckle. “Maybe it is.”

She stepped closer, forcing him to meet her gaze. “Then tell me what’s actually going on.”

His hands clenched into fists at his sides. He wanted to tell her. Wanted to say that even though the imprint bound them together, even though he loved her with every part of him, it didn’t erase the years he spent being angry. Being lost. Being the kind of man who let his rage dictate everything.

“I don’t know how to be good,” he admitted, voice barely above a growl. “Not really. Not in the way you deserve.”

Y/N blinked at him, stunned for a moment. Then, to his surprise, she reached up, fingers skimming along his jaw, grounding him. “Jake,” she whispered, ���you’re already good.”

His throat tightened.

She didn’t understand.

If she saw the things he dreamed about—the darkness he still harbored, the part of him that felt more beast than man—would she still say that?

“I don’t know who I am without the anger,” he confessed. “Without the fight.”

Her expression softened, and she pressed a palm against his chest, right over his hammering heart. “Then let’s figure it out together.”

Oh, Lord, the silence feels betrayin'

Words don't express the heart decayin' Death to Your voice, my faith is wavin' It's never been this dark in ages

The silence stretched between them as they sat in his garage, the scent of motor oil thick in the air. Jacob had his hands on a wrench, but he wasn’t fixing anything. He was just holding it, like keeping busy might keep the thoughts at bay.

Y/N sat on the workbench, watching him.

Waiting.

“Do you regret it?” he finally asked, his voice rough.

She frowned. “Regret what?”

“Us.” He swallowed hard, forcing himself to look at her. “Imprinting.”

Her breath hitched.

For a moment, she just stared at him like she couldn’t believe he’d even asked. Then, she slid off the workbench and closed the distance between them in a few short steps.

“Jacob Ephraim Black.” Her voice was steady, sure. “You are the best damn thing that’s ever happened to me. I don’t regret a single second.”

His chest ached, but it was different this time. Less suffocating. More… warm.

“But I need you to let me in,” she continued, placing her hands over his. “I need you to believe that you don’t have to be the man you were before.”

He exhaled sharply, his grip tightening around hers.

“I don’t know how,” he admitted.

She smiled softly. “Then let me teach you.”

I was blinded by the lust I felt

Trapped inside of a livin' hell Waitin' for You to wake me up I was lost even to myself

Jacob had spent so long believing he had to fight for everything. That love—real, unconditional love—was something he had to prove himself worthy of.

But Y/N?

She looked at him like he didn’t have to prove anything. Like he was already enough.

They lay together in the bed of his truck, the night sky stretched out above them, the air crisp with the scent of pine and sea salt. Y/N rested her head against his chest, her fingers lazily tracing patterns along his arm.

He pressed a kiss to her hair, inhaling the scent of her—home, warmth, everything he never thought he’d get to have.

“I’m scared,” he admitted, voice barely above a whisper.

She tilted her head to look at him, moonlight catching the softness in her eyes. “Of what?”

“Messing this up.” His fingers found hers, tangling them together. “Messing us up.”

Y/N smiled, lifting their joined hands between them. “Then don’t,” she said simply.

His throat tightened.

Maybe it really was that simple.

Maybe love wasn’t something he had to fight for.

Maybe—just maybe—love was something he had already won.

Oh, Father, can You wake me up

From the man that I thought I was? Flesh and blood

Jacob wasn’t sure when it happened.

When the anger stopped feeling like a second skin. When the weight of his past stopped dictating his future.

All he knew was that when he looked at Y/N—when he traced the curve of her cheek, the warmth in her eyes, the unwavering belief she had in him—he felt something he hadn’t felt in years.

Peace.

Maybe he didn’t have to fight anymore.

Maybe, for the first time in his life, he could just be.

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Dead Man’s War (Playlist Series)

Jasper Hale x Reader

Summary: Jasper has spent lifetimes haunted by the weight of his past, but it’s not just his scars that linger—it’s the ghost of Maria and the war she left inside him. When Y/N looks at him, she doesn’t see the dead man he’s always been; she sees the man he could be. But to truly be hers, he has to decide if he’s ready to lay his past to rest.

Based on the song: Dead Man by David Kushner

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You make me not feel like a man

Keep throwin' stones for a while you can I know myself and who I am There are stories in these callused hands That, not a soul will ever hear

Jasper’s hands trembled slightly as they hovered over Y/N’s waist, hesitant, reverent. Even after all this time, after all the battles fought and won, after the eternity they were promised together, there were moments when the past came back like a phantom whisper, dragging him under.

Y/N sensed it before he spoke. She always did.

“You’re thinking about her again,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, but steady. There was no accusation, no jealousy—only understanding.

Jasper exhaled sharply, nodding. “It’s not what you think.”

Her fingers, soft and deliberate, traced the lines of his palm. The scars were invisible now, hidden beneath the illusion of unmarred skin, but she knew where they were. Knew the stories woven into them, even the ones he hadn’t spoken aloud.

“I know.”

Jasper swallowed, his throat tight. She did know. That was the problem.

He could never lie to her—not about this.

I'm the dead man in this war

But, baby, I've been here before There's beauty hidden in the gore Yeah, I'm the dead man in this war

He had spent years carving his name in blood, bending knee to Maria’s ruthless rule, shaping his soul into something unrecognizable. He had been her weapon, her executioner, and she had wielded him like a blade.

Jasper had believed he was strong, unbreakable. He had convinced himself that the killing, the brutality, was his purpose—that it was the only way to survive.

But Maria had never wanted a man. She had wanted a soldier. A machine.

And Jasper had become exactly that.

The memory was a brand against his consciousness, seared into him like the heat of the Texan sun. The way she had whispered orders in his ear, how her lips would curve in satisfaction every time he delivered death at her command. How she had called him mi vida while tightening the chains around his soul.

And how he had let her.

Y/N’s fingers curled against his jaw, bringing him back to the present, back to her. “You don’t have to carry her with you forever, Jasper.”

His golden eyes met hers, darkened with something raw, something fragile.

“I don’t know how not to.”

She didn’t offer empty reassurances or pretty lies. Y/N wasn’t the type to promise that wounds healed if you just waited long enough. Some scars weren’t meant to fade.

But she pulled him closer anyway.

Do you remember September?

Do you remember September? You threw me back into the fire I screamed while your smile was gettin' wider

Maria had found him again that September.

Years after he had walked away. Years after he had thought she was just a specter of his past, a whisper in the wind.

But Maria never let go of her possessions.

She had stepped into his path like a nightmare made flesh, the same dark eyes, the same honeyed venom in her voice.

"You can't change what you are, Jasper. You'll always be mine."

He had felt it then, the ghost of her grip tightening around his throat, dragging him under.

And for a terrifying second, he had believed her.

Jasper had felt the weight of her control creeping back in, the sickly-sweet temptation of power, of purpose, of the war she had built for him. The war he had been made for.

Then Y/N had stepped between them.

She had stared Maria down with a quiet kind of fury, the kind that didn’t need to be loud to be lethal. The kind that spoke of unwavering belief, of knowing exactly who Jasper was beneath the blood, beneath the past.

"He's not yours."

It had been Y/N’s voice that pulled him back, not the ghosts of old loyalties or the chains of the past.

She had looked at him—not with fear, not with doubt, but with something Maria never had.

Faith.

And Jasper had chosen.

Wait on, wait on

Give me back my old salvation

Y/N was salvation in a way Jasper had never known.

Not because she tried to erase what he had done. Not because she pretended he was anything less than what he was.

But because she saw all of him—and still stayed.

She ran her fingers over the planes of his face now, tracing the sharp edges softened only by her touch.

“You don’t belong to her,” Y/N whispered. “You never did.”

Jasper’s lips parted, something aching and desperate pressing against his ribs. “I did once.”

Her gaze didn’t waver. “But not anymore.”

She kissed him then—soft and slow, a promise in the way her lips molded against his.

A reminder that he was here.

That he wasn’t the dead man Maria had tried to make him.

That he wasn’t a weapon to be wielded.

That he was Jasper Whitlock.

And that he was hers.

I'm the dead man in this war

But, baby, I've been here before There's beauty hidden in the gore

Jasper still carried his past in his bones, in the marrow of who he was. But when Y/N looked at him, she didn’t see a monster.

She saw a survivor.

She saw a man who had learned, who had bled, who had chosen to be more than the war that made him.

And for the first time in more lifetimes than he could count—

Jasper believed her.

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Sweet Decay (Playlist Series)

Carlisle Cullen x Reader

Summary: Love was never meant to be easy, not for them. Between the weight of eternity and the sins of the past, Y/N and Carlisle must decide if the love that binds them is worth the slow, aching destruction it promises.

Based on the song: Love Is Going To Kill Us by David Kushner

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Are we biding our time?

Eating lies from the vine?

Act like everything's fine

I see the end in your eyes

Carlisle had seen death more times than he could count. He had held it in his hands, felt its icy fingers grasp at those he tried to save, and even once welcomed it himself—long ago, in a dimly lit alley with the scent of blood thick in the air. But never, in his many lifetimes, had he felt death like this. Not as an enemy. Not as an inevitability.

But as a lover.

As he looked at Y/N across the room, he saw it in the way her hands clenched into fists, the way her body trembled—not with fear, but with restraint. She was fighting a battle within herself, and he knew, deep in his bones, that she was losing.

“You don’t have to do this,” he said, voice quiet but firm.

A bitter smile curved her lips. “Don’t I?”

The room felt smaller with her in it, like the walls were closing in. He could hear the erratic rhythm of her heart, could see the crimson bloom in her irises despite the way she squeezed her eyes shut as if it would make the hunger disappear.

This was what he had feared. Not just for her—but for himself.

That love would be their undoing.

That he had been a fool to think they could have this, that fate would be kind to them when it never had been before.

“Let me help you.” He took a step closer, hands open, offering her a lifeline.

She flinched away. “I can’t.”

“Y/N—”

Her eyes snapped open, and for a moment, just a fleeting, aching moment, he saw her. Not the hunger. Not the monster she was terrified of becoming. Just her.

And then she turned and fled.

Love is gonna kill us

Is that okay?

I feel it as it builds up

The sweet decay

Carlisle found her in the woods.

The scent of blood was thick, curling through the cold night air, and his stomach twisted as he approached the clearing where she stood. Her back was to him, shoulders tight, hands trembling at her sides. The corpse at her feet was still warm.

His chest ached.

She was crying.

She didn’t turn as he stepped closer, didn’t flinch when he knelt beside her, reaching out to brush his fingers over hers.

“I didn’t mean to,” she whispered. “I—I thought I could stop, but then…”

Her breath hitched, and he felt the weight of her guilt like a phantom pain in his own chest.

“It’s okay,” he murmured, though they both knew it wasn’t.

She shook her head violently. “No. No, it’s not. You—you trusted me. You believed I could be better.” She turned then, finally meeting his gaze, her face streaked with tears and something darker. “You were wrong.”

Carlisle exhaled softly. “I wasn’t.”

Her laughter was hollow. “You should leave.”

“No.”

“Carlisle—”

“I’m not leaving.” He cupped her face gently, tilting her chin up so she had no choice but to look at him. “You’re not alone in this.”

Her lower lip trembled. “But what if I hurt you?”

His thumb brushed away the tear that slipped down her cheek. “You won’t.”

Her eyes fluttered shut. “You don’t know that.”

“I do.”

And then, because he couldn’t stand the distance any longer, because he needed her to understand, he kissed her.

She shattered against him.

Fingers tangling in his shirt, nails digging into his skin, she kissed him like she was drowning and he was her only chance at air. And maybe, in some ways, he was.

Maybe they were both drowning.

And maybe love was the weight that would pull them under.

Oh, I need you, flaws and all

We're not demons, angels fall

Fell from Eden, that's my fault

We're still breathing, sinners crawl

She didn’t run after that.

But she didn’t forgive herself, either.

Carlisle watched as the light inside her dimmed, as she pulled away piece by piece, leaving only fragments behind. She smiled, but it never quite reached her eyes. She let him hold her, but she never truly let him in.

She was slipping through his fingers, and for the first time in his long, endless life, he didn’t know how to stop it.

“You can’t fix me,” she whispered one night, curled against his chest.

He pressed his lips to her hair. “I don’t want to fix you.”

She swallowed hard. “Then why are you still here?”

“Because I love you.”

She exhaled shakily, fingers twisting into his shirt like she was holding on for dear life. “Even if I destroy you?”

His chest ached.

She didn’t ask if their love would destroy them. She asked when.

Carlisle knew the truth—he had always known it.

Love like this, love that burned, love that ached, love that consumed—it would ruin them.

But God help him, he would let it.

He tightened his hold on her, pressing a soft kiss to her temple. “Even then.”

This love is gonna kill us

Is that okay?

I feel it as it builds up

The sweet decay

Time passed.

It wasn’t easy. It was never going to be easy. But love was never meant to be.

Some nights, she still woke with hunger burning in her throat, and he held her until the trembling stopped. Some days, she couldn’t look at herself in the mirror, and he kissed the sorrow from her lips.

But then there were the good moments. The laughter. The whispered promises. The quiet mornings wrapped in each other’s arms, sunlight filtering through the trees like a silent blessing.

They were not perfect.

They were not whole.

But they were theirs.

And if love was going to kill them—if this was the slow, aching decay—then at least they would die together.

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Nowhere Left to Run (Song Series)

​​ Carlisle Cullen x Reader

Summary: Carlisle had spent centuries mastering control, wielding restraint like a blade to keep himself from ruin. But when Y/N enters his world, tangled in fate and shadowed by something neither of them understands, his control isn’t just tested—it’s obliterated.

Based on the song: Heaven Sees by David Kushner

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"Been living in a coffin for too damn long

Sinnin' ain't stoppin', we choose what's wrong..."

It had been centuries since Carlisle Cullen had felt something akin to hunger—no, not hunger. That was far too simple. This was something primal, something buried so deep in his marrow it had taken lifetimes to forget. And yet, the moment Y/N stepped into his world, it clawed its way to the surface, gasping for air like a man starved.

She wasn’t supposed to be here.

The hospital lights flickered in a rhythmic pulse above them, casting sterile reflections against the white floors, but she was the only thing that mattered. Y/N sat on the exam table, an ankle wrapped in gauze, fingers picking at the frayed edge of her sleeve as if she could unravel herself and disappear.

Carlisle had seen thousands of humans pass through these halls, treated their wounds, soothed their fears. None of them had ever made his world tilt, had ever made something ancient stir beneath his ribs like a waking beast.

“You should be more careful,” he said finally, his voice measured. Controlled.

Y/N huffed a quiet laugh, though it was devoid of humor. “Yeah, well, careful isn’t really my strong suit.”

She looked up then, and God help him.

Her eyes met his, and he swore he felt the earth tilt beneath his feet. It was electric—like a thread had been drawn between them, fraying at the edges from how fiercely it pulled. For the first time in his existence, the world felt too loud, too sharp, too much.

Heaven sees through your skin and bones.

Carlisle cleared his throat, retreating a step. “You should rest. Stay off your foot for a few days.”

Her lips pressed together, something unreadable passing through her expression. “Right. Thanks, Dr. Cullen.”

Dr. Cullen.

He hated how wrong it sounded coming from her.

"Oh, you wanna start a fire?

Oh, you wanna try and burn my soul?"

He avoided her. For days, weeks. Pretended she wasn’t a living, breathing temptation wrapped in soft skin and quiet defiance. But fate was cruel, and the next time he saw her, the sky was black with storm clouds, and she was standing in the rain, soaked to the bone.

“You shouldn’t be out here,” Carlisle said, stepping toward her, though every fiber of his being screamed at him to retreat.

Y/N turned, eyes hollow. “And yet, here I am.”

Lightning cracked across the sky, illuminating the devastation in her face, the silent war waging behind her gaze. He should have let her be. Should have left her there in the storm and walked away before he did something stupid.

Instead, he stepped closer.

Something about her pulled at him, chipped away at centuries of discipline, of careful restraint. It wasn’t just longing—it was recognition. Like his soul had been reaching for her through the endless dark, waiting for her to take its hand.

“You feel it, don’t you?” Y/N whispered.

His breath stilled.

He should lie. Should tell her no, that it was nothing, that she was nothing to him.

But then her fingers brushed against his—just barely, just enough—and he shattered.

A sharp inhale. A strangled sound in his throat.

The world blurred at the edges, and suddenly, everything made sense.

Mates.

It was impossible.

It was undeniable.

And God help him, it would ruin them both.

"I'm burnin' this bridge that you crossed

Learnin' to live with love that's lost..."

“I can’t—” Carlisle rasped, stepping back, as if distance could sever what bound them together. “This isn’t right.”

Y/N’s lips parted, hurt flashing across her features before she schooled it into something unreadable. “And who decided that?”

Carlisle exhaled sharply. “I have spent my existence trying to be good. Trying to atone for what I am. This—” He gestured between them, jaw tightening. “This will destroy you.”

A beat of silence. Then—

“Maybe I don’t care.”

The confession was quiet, but it hit him harder than any war, any loss, any grief.

Y/N took a step forward, closing the space between them, tilting her chin up in defiance. “You don’t get to decide what I want. You don’t get to decide what this is.”

Her hands pressed against his chest, over a heart that no longer beat, and for a moment—just a moment—he thought he felt it. The ghost of something long lost, something that had no right to exist.

It would be so easy.

To give in. To claim what was his.

But he had spent a lifetime learning to let go.

Carlisle took her wrists, gently pulling her hands from him.

“Then I’ll decide for you,” he murmured. “This ends here.”

Y/N inhaled sharply, as if he had struck her.

Silence.

Then she laughed, but it was hollow, broken.

“Right,” she whispered, stepping back. “I should have known.”

And then she was gone.

Gone, but not forgotten.

Never forgotten.

Because she was carved into him now, a wound that would never heal, a fire that would never go out. And no matter how far she ran, how far he let her slip from his grasp, one thing remained unchanged.

She was his.

And he was hers.

Even if neither of them could bear to face it.

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Drowning in Forever (Playlist Series)

Carlisle Cullen x Reader

Summary: There are some connections that transcend time, pulling souls together even when the world fights to tear them apart. But when love feels more like drowning than breathing, can they hold on, or will they let the tide take them under?

Based on the song: You and Me by David Kushner

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I wish we could've walked on water

I wish we'd never touched the tide I wish we could've swam a bit farther We're drownin' tonight

The rain hadn’t stopped in hours. It poured from the heavens in a relentless storm, battering against the earth, the trees, the glass walls of the house that sat nestled deep in the woods. Y/N watched as the sky wept, mirroring the ache that hollowed out her chest.

Behind her, the soft sound of approaching footsteps made her spine stiffen. She didn’t turn, but she knew who it was. She always knew.

Carlisle.

His presence was a whisper against her senses, a pull in the very marrow of her bones. He had been avoiding her, and she had been avoiding him—both of them drowning in something too deep, too vast, too impossible.

"You shouldn't be out here alone." His voice was quiet, carefully controlled, but she heard the weight beneath it. The weight of a thousand unspoken things.

Y/N exhaled, watching as her breath fogged up against the glass. "And yet, you found me anyway."

He was silent for a long moment, stepping beside her. Their reflections stared back at them in the window—his too perfect, too unchanging, hers marked by the passage of time. It was cruel, how fate had entangled them, how it had made her crave something she could never truly have.

"I never wanted this for you," Carlisle admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

She turned to him then, her gaze searching his face, the striking features that were both achingly familiar and impossibly distant. "You say that like you had a choice."

Deep in the ocean now

Ain't no way we're ever gettin' out Honey, just pull me down We've given up, so don't make a sound

Carlisle was centuries old. He had lived through lifetimes, watched civilizations rise and fall, and yet nothing had ever undone him the way she did.

He should have walked away the moment he realized what she was to him.

His mate.

A single word that should have meant salvation. Instead, it felt like a curse.

Because Y/N was human.

Her heart beat too fast, her skin warmed beneath his touch, her life fleeting in comparison to his eternity. He should have spared them both the pain. He should have let her live a life untouched by him.

But he hadn’t.

And now, it was too late.

"Tell me to walk away," he said, his voice thick with something she couldn't name.

Y/N swallowed hard, her fingers curling into fists at her sides. "I can't."

His golden eyes darkened, the struggle warring within him as his resolve cracked. She felt it—the shift in the air, the moment he let himself break.

The moment his hands came up to cradle her face, his cool fingers trembling against her heated skin.

She barely had time to take a breath before his lips were on hers.

The kiss was ruinous. It was teeth and desperation, lips parting on broken sighs, fingers digging in like they could anchor each other in the storm. She felt like she was falling, like the world had collapsed, leaving only the space between them.

His hands skated down her spine, pulling her against him, and she gasped into his mouth at the cold press of his body against hers. He kissed her like he had fought against it for too long, like he had given up resisting.

When he pulled back, his forehead pressed against hers, his breaths came uneven despite the fact that he didn’t need to breathe.

"This will destroy us," he murmured, but his grip on her tightened like he could never bear to let go.

Y/N let her fingers tangle in his shirt, anchoring herself. "Then let it."

You and me ruined each other, baby

You and me will never recover, baby You and me decided to suffer, baby You and me won't pray for each other, baby

Carlisle had prided himself on his control for centuries. He had perfected restraint, discipline, the ability to resist his baser instincts. But this—her—she made him reckless.

Every rational thought had fled. All that remained was the need, the hunger—not for her blood, but for something far more dangerous.

For her love.

"You deserve more," he rasped against her skin, pressing reverent kisses along the line of her jaw, her throat. "You deserve—"

"Don't." Her fingers threaded through his golden hair, tugging just enough to make him meet her gaze. "I deserve you. I deserve this."

Carlisle shut his eyes for a brief moment, as if he were trying to steel himself. But when he opened them again, the conflict was gone.

In its place was acceptance.

"Then let me love you the way you deserve."

Loving in this wasteland

We'll never be free Darling, this is taking My soul from me

Time became meaningless. It was only the two of them, tangled in something both damning and divine.

He traced every inch of her skin like he was memorizing her, worshiping her. She unraveled beneath him, her breaths hitching, her heart racing, and Carlisle drowned in the sound of it.

She was warmth and fire, life itself, and he was a man made of stone, forever frozen in time.

But with her, he burned.

"You're mine," he whispered against her lips.

Y/N smiled, pressing a hand over his unbeating heart. "And you're mine."

There was no escaping this, no pretending they could ever walk away unscathed.

But maybe love was worth the pain.

Maybe drowning was just another way of learning how to breathe.

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Once a Hero (Playlist Series)

Jacob Black x Reader

Summary: Love was supposed to be the thing that saved them, but some fires only consume. As Jacob wrestles with the ghost of a bond meant to be unbreakable, Y/N is forced to decide whether to fight for something that’s already burned—or let the ashes scatter.

Based on the song: Hero by David Kushner

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How do I begin? How do I cope? Some people sin, some people don’t…

Jacob Black had never been good at silence, but the weight of it now was suffocating.

Y/N stood before him, the distance between them feeling vast despite the few feet separating them. Her arms were crossed, more in defense than defiance, and Jacob’s hands curled into fists at his sides. She had always been able to read him too well, had always known when he was on the verge of saying something reckless, something that would make it worse.

And yet, no matter how many times he swallowed the words threatening to spill from his lips, the anger was still there.

Because no matter how many times he told himself that none of this was her fault—he still blamed her.

Not for existing. Not for being his mate.

But for being the villain in a story where, for once, he had wanted to be the hero.

“I don’t know how to fix this,” he admitted, voice raw. “But I can’t keep—”

“I know.” Y/N’s voice was barely a whisper, but it cut through him like a blade.

He wanted her to tell him she didn’t mean it. That she would stay. That the bond between them meant something.

But instead, she turned.

And Jacob let her go.

What we had was thin, so we couldn’t survive. Bad times can win while good things can die…

Y/N knew she should have left hours ago.

She had told herself this was the last time. That she wouldn’t let the ache in her chest lead her back to him again. But as she stood outside his house, watching the light flicker through his window, she felt like a ghost haunting a home that no longer belonged to her.

Because he was right.

The imprint should have meant something.

But love—real, messy, complicated love—wasn’t built on fate alone.

The door swung open before she could knock.

Jacob filled the doorway, his hair tousled, dark circles bruising the skin beneath his eyes. His shirt was rumpled, like he had been tossing in bed, unable to sleep.

The sight of him nearly broke her.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he murmured, but his voice lacked any real conviction.

Y/N swallowed hard. “I know.”

Still, neither of them moved.

For a long time, they had tried to pretend they were something simple. That what tied them together wasn’t suffocating in its inevitability.

But the truth was, they had been doomed from the moment his soul had recognized hers.

And now, all they had left were the ruins.

I was the hero, but you get the glory. Now I’m the villain inside of your story…

The pack didn’t speak about it.

At least, not where he could hear.

But Jacob could feel the whispers, the careful glances when Y/N walked past without sparing him a look. The bond still burned beneath his skin, but it was muted now, like a wound that had scarred over but never truly healed.

She was still here.

She still existed in the same world as him.

But she wasn’t his.

Not in the way that mattered.

And it was his fault.

Because when she had needed him to be steady, to be someone she could trust—he had let his anger get in the way.

He had made her feel like an obligation instead of a choice.

And now, all he could do was watch as she learned how to exist without him.

Even when he didn’t know how to do the same.

You’re walking through Heaven, I’m walking through flames. This can’t be mended, it won’t be the same…

Y/N was trying to be okay.

Some days, she almost believed she was.

But then there were moments—like now—when she caught Jacob watching her from across the bonfire, the flames flickering between them like an unspoken challenge, and she realized just how much of herself she had left in his hands.

His gaze was heavy, intense, and she wondered if he felt it too.

The way the imprint still pulled. The way it still ached.

But love wasn’t enough.

Not when it came too late.

So, she forced a smile, laughing at something Embry said, and turned away.

Because she wasn’t going to let herself burn for Jacob Black anymore.

Even if she knew, deep down, that part of her already had.

Oh-oh-oh, I bled, I bled for free. Gave every part of me…

Jacob didn’t expect her to come back.

Not really.

But when he felt her presence behind him that night, just outside the tree line near the cliffs, he closed his eyes and let himself believe—just for a second—that maybe he hadn’t lost her completely.

“You’re avoiding me.”

Her voice was quiet, but there was something sharp beneath it.

Jacob exhaled, turning to face her. “I’m giving you space.”

Y/N let out a humorless laugh. “And what if I don’t want space?”

His jaw tightened. “You made your choice.”

The words felt like sandpaper in his throat, rough and bitter.

For a moment, she just looked at him, her expression unreadable.

Then, finally, she whispered, “No, Jacob. You did.”

And this time—when she left—he didn’t stop her.

Because she was right.

He had been the one to let go first.

And now, all he could do was watch as she walked away.

Again.

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Oneshot Playlist ♫

A/n: I saw this trend going around and absolutely fell in love with it, so I figured I'd give it a go myself <3 These will be released as I complete them, I hope you like it :)

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The Dichotomy

by David Kushner

No High: Loving Emmett was a dangerous addiction—one she couldn't quit, even if she wanted to.

Poison: Watching Jake chase a love that would never be his felt like drowning in slow motion, not knowing that someday, he’d realize she was the one meant for him all along.

Skin and Bones: She was an addiction Jasper could never escape, a temptation wrapped in skin and bones, calling to the monster within.

Hero: Jacob thought love was supposed to be the thing that saved them, but some fires only consume.

You and Me: When love feels more like drowning than breathing, can Carlisle and Y/n hold on, or will they let the tide take them under?

Love Is Going To Kill Us: Carlisle knew that was never meant to be easy, not for them. Between the weight of eternity and the sins of the past, they must decide if the love that binds them is worth the slow, aching destruction it promises.

Dead Man: Jasper has spent lifetimes haunted by the weight of his past, but it’s not just his scars that linger—it’s the ghost of her and the war she left inside him. When Y/N looks at him, she doesn’t see the dead man he’s always been; she sees the man he could be.

Flesh X Blood: Jacob thought he had everything figured out—his purpose, his path, his heart. But when fate demands more than just flesh and blood, he must decide if love is enough to break the man he once was and rebuild him into something stronger.

Sweet Oblivion: Love should be a sanctuary, but with Jacob, it feels like standing at the edge of a storm—beautiful, destructive, and impossible to resist. She was never meant to be his salvation, yet in her arms, he finds a recklessness that feels like coming home.

Buried at Sea: There was no world where Emmett Cullen would let her go—not even in death. But when fate twists its cruel fingers around them, dragging them into the dark, they must decide whether love is enough to keep them from sinking.

Humankind: Faith had always been fragile in her hands—shattered by loss, hardened by solitude, and tainted by the cruelty of the world. But when Carlisle looks at her, his touch gentle despite the storm in his eyes, she wonders if, for the first time, she’s found something to believe in.

Universe: Some loves are written in the stars, bound by an unbreakable pull. But when fate threatens to tear Emmett and Y/n apart, will their love survive the darkness, or will they find each other in another universe?

Heaven Sees: Carlisle had spent centuries mastering control, wielding restraint like a blade to keep himself from ruin. But when Y/N enters his world, tangled in fate and shadowed by something neither of them understands, his control isn’t just tested—it’s obliterated.

Darkerside: Jasper had spent a lifetime walking the tightrope between darkness and restraint, but something about her made the war inside him quiet. He shouldn't want her—shouldn't crave the warmth she so easily offered—but when she looked at him like that, like she saw the man beneath the monster, he didn't know if he had the strength to stay away.

California Nights: Y/N finds herself drawn to Jacob in a way that feels both inevitable and unbearable. As emotions crackle like static in the air, they must confront the shadows of their connection—and the secrets threatening to break them apart—before it’s too late.

Saving Your Soul: When darkness looms over Y/N’s fragile humanity, Emmett finds himself torn between protecting her from the horrors of his world and embracing the bond they’ve tried to deny. With the Devil’s shadow creeping closer, their connection might be the only light strong enough to save them both—but only if they’re brave enough to confront it.

Daylight: Jasper Hale was a man at war—with himself, with his past, and now, with her. Y/N was the one thing he could never have, never touch, but the bond between them was suffocating, inescapable—two souls entwined in sin and salvation, running from the daylight yet desperate for its warmth.

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Flesh and Fate (Playlist Series)

Jasper Hale x Reader

Summary: She was an addiction he could never escape, a temptation wrapped in skin and bones, calling to the monster within. But the deeper Jasper fell, the more he questioned whether she was his salvation—or his ruin.

Based on the song: Skin and Bones by David Kushner

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I fantasize to feel you like a bullet.

And all your layers to the fullestBut the heavens won't condone it, mm

Jasper had been strong once. Controlled. Disciplined. A century of restraint honed into an unbreakable instinct. But she shattered it all.

Y/N moved through the world like she belonged to it in a way he never had. Like she didn’t carry the weight of every sin on her shoulders, didn’t hear the ghosts whispering from the past. She was warm, mortal—her pulse an unrelenting melody in his ears, her scent laced with something darker, something forbidden.

And she was his.

Or, at least, she would be.

The bond had not fully settled yet, but it pulled at him, dragged his soul to its knees, whispering that she was meant for him. That his fate wasn’t war or damnation—it was her.

But fate was cruel.

Because even as she looked at him like she felt the same pull, even as he caught the way her breath hitched when he moved closer, Jasper knew what he was. A monster wearing a man's skin.

And she had no idea what it would cost to love him.

Wrap me in your skin and bones, yeah, you're electrical.

Oh, I'm gonna lose control, yeah, as you pull me close

She wasn’t afraid of him.

She should have been.

Jasper could feel the erratic beat of her heart, but there was no fear, no hesitation—just want. A raw, visceral need that curled in her gut like a fire begging to be fed.

He clenched his jaw, fists curling as she stepped closer. Too close. He could feel the heat radiating from her skin, smell the blood rushing beneath the surface.

“Jasper,” she whispered.

His name had never sounded like that before. Like temptation itself had found a voice.

“I—” She hesitated, chewing her lip, and his gaze flickered down to the movement, hunger spiking so sharp it was almost painful. “I feel like I’ve known you forever.”

His chest tightened.

She had.

Not in this life, but in every way that mattered. Their souls had already found each other, already begun weaving together in a bond that would soon be unbreakable. But she didn’t know that. She couldn’t.

Jasper swallowed hard. “You don’t know what you’re saying, darlin’.”

“I think I do.”

She reached out before he could stop her, fingers brushing against his wrist. A touch so soft, so human, yet it sent a shudder through his entire body.

She felt it too.

That pull. That inevitability.

And he was too much of a coward to walk away.

As your flatter talk shivers down my spine.

I hear the Holy One exposin' all the lies.

Lord, forgive me, I know my flesh needs to die.

Jasper knew better than this.

He knew what happened when he let himself slip, when he stopped being careful, when he let himself want.

She was in his arms now, her breath warm against his throat. He could feel the hammering of her pulse, the fragility of her body against his own.

One wrong move, one slip, and she would be gone.

“Why do you fight it?” she murmured, tilting her head to look at him. “I see it in your eyes, Jasper. You feel it too.”

His chest rose and fell in a slow, deliberate movement.

“Because I don’t know if I can keep you safe.”

Her brows furrowed. “From what?”

He exhaled sharply.

From myself.

He had done things she would never understand, lived lives soaked in blood, in ruin. And no matter how much he wanted her, he couldn’t erase what he was.

But Y/N didn’t pull away.

Instead, she lifted a hand, tracing her fingers along his jaw, soft and unshaken. “You won’t hurt me.”

She said it like it was the simplest truth in the world.

Like she trusted him.

And God help him—he wanted to believe her.

She has the lips red as cherry wine

A poisonous kiss, she's part of the swineMy salvation won't be sacrificed

He shouldn’t have kissed her.

But she was looking at him like she already belonged to him, like she was offering herself without even realizing what it meant.

And he had never been a strong man.

The moment her lips parted, Jasper closed the distance.

It was fire and ruin, hunger and salvation.

She melted against him, fingers curling into his shirt, dragging him closer, and he let her. Let himself drown in the heat of her, in the sweetness of her pulse hammering beneath his hands.

His lips traced a path down her throat, a growl curling in his chest at the way she gasped, at the way she gave.

But then—

She winced.

Jasper jerked back as though burned, eyes dark, body tense.

“What’s wrong?”

She blinked, dazed. “I—I don’t know. Just a sharp pain in my head for a second.”

Realization hit like a freight train.

The bond.

It was cementing itself.

His world tilted. She was his. His mate. His future.

And he had almost ruined her.

But I don't wanna stop, yeah, I just need to see

If your love's the truth or the spirit of deceit

She didn’t understand.

Not yet.

But she would.

Jasper forced himself to step away, to ignore the way her lips were swollen, the way she was still breathing hard.

“Jasper?” Her voice was soft, hesitant.

He met her gaze, something fierce and unshakable settling inside him.

“You’re mine,” he said, voice rough. “And I’m yours.”

Her eyes widened slightly, heart stuttering in her chest, but she didn’t run. Didn’t doubt him.

Somewhere deep down, she knew.

She always had.

But the danger wasn’t over.

Loving him would mean stepping into the darkness, standing at the edge of a world she couldn’t yet comprehend.

And he had to be sure.

Could she survive it?

Could she love a monster?

Her hand slid into his, steady, unwavering.

She already did.

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Poison Between Us (Playlist Series)

Jacob Black x Reader

Summary: She had always been there—his best friend, his solace, the one who saw the cracks in his smile when no one else did. But watching him chase a love that would never be his felt like drowning in slow motion, not knowing that someday, he’d realize she was the one meant for him all along.

Based on the song: Poison by David Kushner

─────────────────────────Sipping on the poison, I don't wanna see. Something in my heart that's killing me.

Y/N knew heartache in a way she never wished upon anyone.

It was an ache that lived beneath her ribs, a quiet, consuming thing that bled into every corner of her life. She wasn’t stupid—she saw the way Jacob looked at Bella, how his face softened when she entered the room, how he fought, bled, and burned for someone who would never love him the way he deserved.

And yet, Y/N still stood by his side, enduring the slow decay of hope, pretending she was strong enough to watch him love someone else while she fell apart in silence.

Jacob never noticed.

Not when she clenched her fists to keep from reaching for him.

Not when she forced laughter through the cracks of her breaking heart.

Not even when she caught the way Bella’s eyes softened at the mention of Edward, the way her mind was never truly with Jacob, no matter how fiercely he wished otherwise.

It was cruel—watching him bleed for someone who didn’t love him while knowing that if he turned, if he just looked, he’d see Y/N standing there, always waiting, always willing.

But he didn’t.

He never did.

Stealing all that I got. Lord, I don't wanna stop.

She should have walked away.

She should have left the moment she realized he was never going to see her the way she saw him.

But she was weak.

Pathetic, really.

Because she stayed.

Through the late-night phone calls, where his voice was a low, broken whisper, asking her why Bella chose him and not me. Through the moments where he smiled, thinking of her, never once realizing that Y/N was breaking beside him, her love bleeding into the spaces he refused to see.

She could have told him.

She should have.

But fear was a cruel thing, and Y/N wasn’t sure she could survive his rejection.

So, she swallowed the truth, buried it deep, and let herself be his second choice, the friend he ran to when the weight of unrequited love became too much to bear.

And God, did it hurt.

Feigning for the dark side, down on my knees. Praying to a God that I wanna believe.

The night it all shattered was cold—bitter in a way that made the air feel razor-sharp against her skin.

Jacob was seething, muscles tense as he paced outside his house, fury radiating from him in suffocating waves. Y/N had found him there, jaw clenched, hands shaking, eyes dark with something dangerous.

“She’s marrying him,” he bit out, voice raw, broken. “Bella is actually marrying him.”

Y/N stood there, frozen, as the words settled deep in her bones.

Of course she was.

Bella had never been Jacob’s to begin with.

Y/N could see the hurt, the devastation in his gaze, but there was something else lurking beneath the surface, something desperate and reckless.

He turned to her then, eyes burning. “Tell me I’m wrong, Y/N.”

Her heart pounded. “Wrong about what?”

His hands curled into fists. “That this pain will fade. That one day, I’ll wake up and not feel like I’m dying inside.”

Her breath caught, words failing her.

Because the truth was—he might.

Someday.

But not with Bella.

Never with Bella.

He took a step closer, the heat of him suffocating. “Tell me something. Anything.”

She exhaled shakily, forcing herself to speak past the ache in her throat. “Jacob… you have to let her go.”

His expression twisted, something inside him fracturing. “I don’t know how.”

Y/N swallowed the lump in her throat, knowing this was it.

Her last chance to walk away.

Her last chance to stop loving someone who would never love her back.

But she didn’t.

Instead, she reached for him, fingers grazing his wrist. “Then let me help you.”

His gaze locked onto hers, and for a moment—just a moment—Y/N thought maybe, maybe, he saw her.

But then he closed his eyes, and the illusion shattered.

Because even in his pain, even in his brokenness—Jacob still wasn’t hers.

And she wasn’t sure he ever would be.

I look to Heaven a lot, but Hell is coming in hot.

Time passed, but nothing changed.

Jacob still ached for Bella.

And Y/N still ached for Jacob.

It was a cruel, twisted cycle, one she didn’t know how to break free from.

Until the day she almost died.

It happened fast—too fast. A rogue vampire, nothing more than a blur of pale skin and crimson eyes, lunged straight for Jacob during a patrol.

He hadn’t seen it.

But Y/N had.

And before she could think, before she could hesitate—she was moving, shoving him out of the way, taking the full force of the attack in his place.

Pain exploded in her side, sharp and searing, as claws tore through her flesh.

Jacob’s roar echoed through the trees.

The next thing she knew, she was on the ground, the world spinning, her body screaming in agony.

She heard the fight—the snarl of wolves, the sickening crunch of bone, the scent of blood thick in the air.

And then—Jacob.

Hovering over her, his face pale, his hands pressing against her wound as if he could hold her together through sheer will alone.

“Y/N,” he choked out, voice wrecked, desperate. “Stay with me. Please.”

Her lips parted, but no words came out.

And that’s when she saw it.

The change.

The shift.

The way his body trembled, his breathing ragged, his eyes wide with something that looked terrifyingly close to realization.

And then—rage.

Not at her.

At himself.

Because in that moment, Jacob Black finally saw her.

Not as a friend.

Not as a second choice.

But as something more.

As his.

And I feel it coming. Hell is coming in hot.

It wasn’t immediate.

Jacob was still Jacob—stubborn, reckless, messy.

But Y/N saw the difference.

The way his eyes lingered. The way his touch burned. The way he stayed close, as if the idea of losing her had finally sunk in, cutting deeper than he ever thought possible.

He had been chasing a love that would never be his, blind to the one that had always been waiting.

But now—now, he wasn’t blind anymore.

And neither was she.

Because hell had come for them both.

And from the ashes of heartbreak, something new had begun to rise.

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No High Like You (Playlist Series)

Emmett Cullen x Reader

Summary: Loving him was a dangerous addiction—one she couldn't quit, even if she wanted to.

Based on the song: No High by David Kushner

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Is this as good as it gets? Or is this all I know? It feels like the bends, all the highs and the lows…

Y/N had never feared the dark.

There was something comforting about it—the way the trees bent in the wind, the whisper of leaves under her boots, the night pressing in like a secret only she was meant to hear. It was better than the noise of her thoughts, better than the feeling of drowning in a life that never quite fit.

But the moment she saw him, she knew the darkness had never truly been empty.

He stood just beyond the tree line, broad and still as a statue, moonlight casting sharp shadows over his face. There was something unearthly about him, something too perfect, too carved—like a myth come to life.

Y/N should have been afraid.

She wasn’t.

Instead, she felt her pulse slow, her body attuned to something deeper, something ancient.

Then, he smirked.

“You lost, sweetheart?” His voice was rich, edged with amusement, but there was something beneath it—something hungry.

Y/N swallowed, heartbeat stuttering. “Not yet.”

I’m comfortable here in the chaos, just like you…

Emmett had known she was his before she even looked at him.

The scent of her hit him first—warm, sweet, familiar in a way that made no sense. It wasn’t just her blood, though he was sure it would taste like heaven itself. No, it was something deeper, something older.

His mate.

He wasn’t supposed to have one. He had accepted that, had stopped hoping decades ago.

And then she appeared.

She didn’t flinch when she saw him, didn’t shrink away like most humans did when their instincts warned them of danger. Instead, she looked at him like she recognized him.

Like she had been waiting for him, too.

Emmett had never been good at restraint.

But for her, he would try.

Oh, baby, when I love you, your body feels a little like drug use…

She learned quickly that Emmett Cullen was relentless.

If he wanted something, he got it. And, God, he wanted her.

Not in the way human boys did, with fumbling hands and careless words. No, Emmett wanted her in a way that was all-consuming. Like gravity itself was trying to pull them together.

And she wanted him just as badly.

“Do you even want this?” she asked one night, her voice sharp, frustration curling in her chest.

He was across the room before she could blink, his hands braced against the wall on either side of her, golden eyes burning.

“You have no idea how much I want this.” His voice was low, rough, edged with something desperate.

She reached for him, fingers trailing along his jaw. “Then why do you keep acting like I’m going to break?”

His restraint snapped.

His lips crashed against hers, his hands gripping her like she was the only thing keeping him tethered to this world. She melted into him, lost in the feel of him, the taste of him.

And when he pulled back, his forehead rested against hers, breath unsteady even though he didn’t need to breathe.

“You’re going to be the death of me.”

She smiled. “I thought you were already dead.”

He chuckled, low and warm, guiding her hand to his chest, where his dead heart should have been. But the bond hummed there instead, alive and thrumming.

And it was everything.

Who’s gonna say goodbye? I don’t know if I can be that brave…

But love was never meant to be easy. Not for them.

Not when she was human. Not when he was built for eternity.

“Someone’s going to get hurt,” she whispered one night, curled against his chest, his cold skin at war with the fire inside her.

His grip tightened around her. “It won’t be you.”

She tilted her head, meeting his gaze. “You don’t know that.”

His jaw clenched. “I do.”

She didn’t argue.

Because, deep down, she knew that if it ever came to it, if fate ever demanded sacrifice—

Emmett would burn before he let it be her.

If it was up to me, I’d die before I’d ever walk away…

But fate was cruel.

Y/N never saw the danger coming. One second, she was standing beside him, the next—

Pain. White-hot and searing, bursting through her stomach, stealing her breath.

A vampire—wild, newborn, feral—had struck before Emmett could stop it.

She gasped, falling to the forest floor, the metallic scent of her own blood thick in the air.

“NO!”

Emmett’s roar shook the trees.

And then he was there, tearing the threat apart with a savagery she had never seen before, his golden eyes black with fury.

But it didn’t matter.

She was slipping, the world tilting, fading.

His hands were on her, pressing against the wound, his voice a wrecked whisper. “Stay with me, baby. Please.”

Her fingers curled weakly around his wrist. “You… you can’t save me.”

His face twisted, his entire body trembling. “The hell I can’t.”

She exhaled, shaky and slow. “Em…”

His lips were at her temple, his breath frantic. “You can’t leave me. You hear me? You can’t.”

And then—

A new kind of pain.

His teeth sank into her skin, fire erupting through her veins.

She screamed, arching against him, but he held her firm, his body wrapped around hers, his voice breaking as he whispered apologies between kisses to her hair.

He hadn’t been ready to turn her.

But he was even less ready to lose her.

Ain’t no high better than mine… when I love you. And I do.

When Y/N woke, everything was different.

The world was sharper, clearer.

And Emmett—

Emmett was staring at her like she had hung the stars in the sky.

Her throat burned, her instincts screamed, but none of it mattered when he reached for her, pulling her into his arms, cradling her like she was the most precious thing in existence.

“I thought I lost you,” he murmured into her hair.

She smiled, resting a hand against his chest, where his heart should have been. Where her bond to him now pulsed, just as eternal as he was.

“You never could.”

And as he kissed her, slow and deep, she knew one thing for certain

There was no high better than this.

Better than him.

Better than forever.

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Oneshot Playlist ♫

A/n: I saw this trend going around and absolutely fell in love with it, so I figured I'd give it a go myself <3 These will be released as I complete them, I hope you like it :)

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The Dichotomy

by David Kushner

No High: Loving Emmett was a dangerous addiction—one she couldn't quit, even if she wanted to.

Poison: Watching Jake chase a love that would never be his felt like drowning in slow motion, not knowing that someday, he’d realize she was the one meant for him all along.

Skin and Bones: She was an addiction Jasper could never escape, a temptation wrapped in skin and bones, calling to the monster within.

Hero: Jacob thought love was supposed to be the thing that saved them, but some fires only consume.

You and Me: When love feels more like drowning than breathing, can Carlisle and Y/n hold on, or will they let the tide take them under?

Love is Going to Kill Us : Carlisle knew that was never meant to be easy, not for them. Between the weight of eternity and the sins of the past, they must decide if the love that binds them is worth the slow, aching destruction it promises.

Dead Man: Jasper has spent lifetimes haunted by the weight of his past, but it’s not just his scars that linger—it’s the ghost of her and the war she left inside him. When Y/N looks at him, she doesn’t see the dead man he’s always been; she sees the man he could be.

Flesh x Blood: Jacob thought he had everything figured out—his purpose, his path, his heart. But when fate demands more than just flesh and blood, he must decide if love is enough to break the man he once was and rebuild him into something stronger.

Sweet Oblivion : Love should be a sanctuary, but with Jacob, it feels like standing at the edge of a storm—beautiful, destructive, and impossible to resist. She was never meant to be his salvation, yet in her arms, he finds a recklessness that feels like coming home.

Buried At Sea: There was no world where Emmett Cullen would let her go—not even in death. But when fate twists its cruel fingers around them, dragging them into the dark, they must decide whether love is enough to keep them from sinking.

Humankind: Faith had always been fragile in her hands—shattered by loss, hardened by solitude, and tainted by the cruelty of the world. But when Carlisle looks at her, his touch gentle despite the storm in his eyes, she wonders if, for the first time, she’s found something to believe in.

Universe: Some loves are written in the stars, bound by an unbreakable pull. But when fate threatens to tear Emmett and Y/n apart, will their love survive the darkness, or will they find each other in another universe?

Heaven Sees: Carlisle had spent centuries mastering control, wielding restraint like a blade to keep himself from ruin. But when Y/N enters his world, tangled in fate and shadowed by something neither of them understands, his control isn’t just tested—it’s obliterated.

Darkerside: Jasper had spent a lifetime walking the tightrope between darkness and restraint, but something about her made the war inside him quiet. He shouldn't want her—shouldn't crave the warmth she so easily offered—but when she looked at him like that, like she saw the man beneath the monster, he didn't know if he had the strength to stay away.

California Nights: Y/N finds herself drawn to Jacob in a way that feels both inevitable and unbearable. As emotions crackle like static in the air, they must confront the shadows of their connection—and the secrets threatening to break them apart—before it’s too late.

Saving Your Soul: When darkness looms over Y/N’s fragile humanity, Emmett finds himself torn between protecting her from the horrors of his world and embracing the bond they’ve tried to deny. With the Devil’s shadow creeping closer, their connection might be the only light strong enough to save them both—but only if they’re brave enough to confront it.

Daylight: Jasper Hale was a man at war—with himself, with his past, and now, with her. Y/N was the one thing he could never have, never touch, but the bond between them was suffocating, inescapable—two souls entwined in sin and salvation, running from the daylight yet desperate for its warmth.

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Waves of Forever: When Jacob surprises Y/N on their favorite beach, years of love come crashing together like the waves at their feet. As the sun sets on La Push, they realize that forever has always been within their grasp—they just need the courage to reach for it.

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Jasper Hale:

Through His Golden Eyes: When the world feels heavy and the shadows seem too close, you find solace in the quiet of your home. But you have no idea that Jasper Hale is always watching—always ensuring your safety, even if his love for you grows darker and more consuming with every passing moment.

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Emmett Cullen:

The Weight of Love: Y/N knew love wasn’t meant to be easy, but with Emmett, it felt like an endless battle—one she wasn’t sure she could keep fighting alone. When his fear pushes them to the breaking point, she forces him to choose: keep running from the love they both crave or finally fight for it before it’s too late.

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Carlisle Cullen:

Eternal Promises: When the soft glow of twilight settles over the Cullen residence, Y/n waits patiently for the sound of Carlisle’s familiar footsteps—a rhythm that feels like home.

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The Weight of Love

Emmett Cullen x Reader

Summary: Y/N knew love wasn’t meant to be easy, but with Emmett, it felt like an endless battle—one she wasn’t sure she could keep fighting alone. When his fear pushes them to the breaking point, she forces him to make a choice: keep running from the love they both crave or finally fight for it before it’s too late.

Word Count: 1.5k

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The forest stretched endlessly, a sea of ancient trees whose branches clawed at the overcast sky. A dense fog wove through the trunks, muffling the world in a heavy silence. The air was damp and sharp with the scent of pine and earth, clinging to Y/N’s skin like a second layer. She walked ahead, her boots crunching softly against the carpet of fallen leaves, the sound a soft echo in the oppressive stillness. Every step was deliberate, but inside, she felt anything but steady. Her chest ached, her mind spinning with a torrent of words left unsaid.

Behind her, Emmett followed. His broad shoulders were rigid, his head slightly bowed, the tension in his usually playful expression unmistakable. He looked like he was carrying the weight of the world, and maybe he was—at least, in his own mind. But Y/N wasn’t sure how much longer she could handle the way he shut her out, the way he wrapped himself in guilt and called it love.

They had argued.

It wasn’t the first time, but this time felt different. The weight of it pressed on her chest like a boulder, making it hard to breathe. Something between them had cracked, and she wasn’t sure if it could be mended. Every time she thought they were moving forward, he found a way to pull them two steps back.

“Y/N, stop,” Emmett called, his deep voice cutting through the stillness.

Her footsteps faltered, but she didn’t turn around. Her jaw clenched as she stared ahead, at the endless maze of trees. The wind rustled the branches above, sending a shiver through her. “Why?” she asked, her voice trembling despite her best effort to sound indifferent. “So you can tell me again how none of this matters?”

“That’s not what I meant,” he said, his tone sharp with frustration.

In a blink, he was beside her, his cold hand wrapping around her wrist to stop her retreat. His grip wasn’t tight, but it was firm, steadying. He didn’t pull her close; he didn’t need to. The tension between them was already suffocating, their unspoken feelings filling the space like the fog swirling around them.

“Then what did you mean?” Y/N demanded, spinning to face him. Her eyes were bright with unshed tears, her voice raw with emotion. “Because I don’t think I understand anymore, Emmett.”

His gaze dropped to the ground, his jaw working as he searched for words. His usually warm golden eyes were shadowed, darkened by something deeper. “I meant,” he started slowly, his voice rough, “that this… us… isn’t fair to you.”

Her chest tightened at the words, and a bitter laugh escaped her lips. “Not fair to me?” she repeated, incredulous. “You think I care about fair? I care about you. About us. But you’re the one who keeps pulling away like none of it matters.”

“It does matter,” he said quickly, his voice breaking as he met her gaze. “You matter. More than anything. But, Y/N, I—”

“Don’t.” She wrenched her wrist free from his grasp, taking a step back. Her voice cracked as she interrupted him. “Don’t you dare tell me you’re doing this for me. That’s the coward’s way out, Emmett.”

The accusation struck him like a blow. He flinched, his expression twisting with pain as he looked away. His hand raked through his dark curls in frustration, his broad chest rising and falling as he tried to calm himself. But the emotions swirling between them couldn’t be contained.

“I’m trying to protect you,” he finally said, his voice tight with restraint.

Y/N’s laugh was sharp, cutting through the fog like a blade. “Protect me? From what, Emmett? From you?” Her voice wavered, but she refused to back down. “You think you’re doing me some kind of favor, pushing me away? Do you think I don’t know what I signed up for when I chose you?”

His head snapped up, and for a moment, the mask he wore cracked. There was fear in his eyes, raw and unfiltered. “You don’t know, Y/N,” he said quietly. “You think you do, but you don’t. You don’t know what it’s like to live with the possibility that one day I could lose control. That I could hurt you—”

“Stop,” she cut him off, her voice rising. “Stop making that decision for me. Stop treating me like I don’t get a say in what I want, Emmett. I know what I chose. I chose you. I chose this.” She gestured between them, her hands trembling. “And every time you push me away, it feels like you’re telling me that choice doesn’t matter. That I don’t matter.”

His silence was deafening.

The wind stirred the branches above, the rustling leaves a haunting melody in the heavy quiet that followed her words. Y/N’s chest heaved, her breaths uneven as she tried to hold herself together. But her heart was breaking, piece by piece, with every second that passed without him fighting for them.

“You said you loved me,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Was that a lie too?”

“No.” The word came out like a growl, raw and desperate. His golden eyes locked on hers, burning with an intensity that made her chest tighten. “I love you, Y/N. I love you more than anything in this world. That’s why—”

“Then why are you breaking my heart?” she interrupted, her voice cracking. She stepped closer, her eyes blazing despite the tears spilling over. “Why are you making me feel like I’m not enough? Like I have to prove myself to you every single day, just to get you to stay?”

The anguish in her voice was unbearable, and Emmett’s shoulders sagged as though the weight of her pain had crushed him. He took a step back, running a hand over his face. “I’m scared,” he admitted, his voice barely audible. “I’m scared of losing you. Of being the reason something happens to you. Don’t you get it, Y/N? Loving you is the most terrifying thing I’ve ever done.”

Her breath hitched, and for a moment, she couldn’t speak. She reached for him, her fingers brushing against his cold hand before he pulled away. The rejection was subtle but devastating, and she felt the fissure between them widen.

“You don’t think I’m scared too?” she finally said, her voice trembling. “You don’t think I lie awake at night, terrified of losing you? But I don’t let that fear stop me, Emmett. I don’t let it make my decisions for me.”

He stared at her, his expression tormented. “You deserve better,” he said quietly. “Someone who can give you a normal life. Someone who—”

“Stop,” she snapped, her voice sharp. “I don’t want normal, Emmett. I want you. And if you can’t see that, if you can’t fight for us, then maybe you’re right. Maybe you don’t deserve me.”

The words hit him like a freight train, and he stumbled back a step, his usually confident demeanor crumbling. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out.

Y/N shook her head, her tears falling freely now. “You keep saying you love me, but love isn’t enough if you’re not willing to stay. So tell me, Emmett.” She stepped closer, her gaze piercing. “Are you going to keep running? Or are you going to fight for us?”

The silence that followed was suffocating.

Emmett’s hands trembled at his sides, his jaw clenching and unclenching as he wrestled with his emotions. Finally, he let out a shuddering breath, his golden eyes glistening with unshed tears.

“I’m tired of running,” he admitted, his voice breaking.

Y/N’s heart stuttered, hope flickering to life in the depths of her despair. She reached for him again, and this time, he didn’t pull away. His hands came up to cradle her face, his touch cold but steady.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his forehead pressing against hers. “I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

She closed her eyes, leaning into him as her hands covered his. “Just don’t leave me,” she pleaded. “If you love me, don’t leave.”

“I won’t,” he promised, his voice raw with emotion. “I don’t know how to do this, but I’ll try. For you, I’ll try.”

Her tears spilled over, and a small, shaky smile broke through. “That’s all I’m asking,” she said softly.

When his lips met hers, the kiss was full of apologies and unspoken promises. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her close as though he could shield her from the world. For the first time in what felt like forever, Y/N allowed herself to hope.

Because at one point in time, they were happy.

And maybe, just maybe, they could be happy again.

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Eternal Promises

Carlisle Cullen x Reader

Summary: When the soft glow of twilight settles over the Cullen residence, Y/n waits patiently for the sound of Carlisle’s familiar footsteps—a rhythm that feels like home.

Word Count: 1.2k

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The soft glow of twilight filtered through the canopy of trees, casting an ethereal light over the Cullen residence. Y/n sat on the wraparound porch, her knees drawn up, and a blanket draped loosely around her shoulders. The crisp air carried the scent of cedarwood and pine, mingling with the faint floral undertones of the home. A book rested in her lap, but her eyes kept lifting from the pages, darting toward the forest with a mix of anticipation and longing.

Her heart stirred at the sound she’d been waiting for—the faint crunch of leaves beneath deliberate, graceful footsteps. Her lips curved into a smile, and she set the book aside, the anticipation blooming into a quiet joy.

The familiar melody of a hum reached her ears, soft and unintentional, but achingly sweet. Carlisle often hummed to himself when he thought no one was listening. Y/n closed her eyes for a moment, letting the sound wash over her like the most soothing balm.

When she opened her eyes, Carlisle stepped into view, his golden gaze catching the last rays of sunlight and glowing as though he carried the light within him. His tailored shirt and slacks were, as always, immaculate, but the faint disarray of his blonde hair betrayed the long day he’d had. Still, the moment his gaze fell on Y/n, his expression softened, his entire posture shifting into something unguarded and warm.

“You’re home,” Y/n said, her voice soft and full of relief as she rose from the porch swing.

“I am,” Carlisle replied, his words carrying a quiet reverence, as though simply being there with her was sacred. He tilted his head, a small smile playing on his lips. “And I see I’ve kept you waiting.”

Y/n shook her head, stepping closer until they were only inches apart. “Never too long,” she murmured.

Carlisle’s golden eyes roamed her face as if he were committing every detail to memory, as if he hadn’t already done so countless times. “I missed you,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y/n reached up, cupping his face with both hands, her thumbs brushing along the high planes of his cheeks. “I missed you too,” she replied, her voice trembling slightly, overcome by the sincerity in his gaze.

Carlisle leaned into her touch, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment. “You have no idea how much it means to come home to you.”

Y/n smiled softly, leaning up on her toes to press a kiss to his forehead, lingering there for a moment. “You’ll always have me to come home to,” she whispered against his skin.

Carlisle’s hands settled gently on her waist, holding her as though she were something precious and fragile. When he pulled back slightly, he studied her face again, his eyes shimmering with emotion. “That promise... I don’t take it lightly.”

“Good,” Y/n teased, her voice light as she tried to keep the moment from overwhelming her. “Now, let me take care of you for once.”

Carlisle chuckled, his expression softening even further as he allowed her to lead him inside. The house welcomed them with its warm, familiar scent, and the crackling of the fireplace added to the cozy atmosphere.

“Sit,” Y/n instructed, guiding him to the couch. She placed her hands on his shoulders and gently pushed him down. “You’ve had a long day.”

“I’m not sure I deserve all this attention,” Carlisle said with a quiet laugh, though his eyes sparkled with gratitude.

Y/n arched an eyebrow as she draped the blanket from earlier over his lap. “You deserve this and more,” she said firmly. “Now, stay put.”

Carlisle watched her disappear into the kitchen, his heart aching with the depth of his love for her. Moments later, she returned with two mugs of tea, the delicate aroma of chamomile filling the air. She handed him a mug, her fingers brushing against his, and settled beside him, tucking her legs beneath her and leaning into his side.

“Tell me about your day,” Y/n said softly, resting her head on his shoulder.

Carlisle took the mug in his hands, though he didn’t drink from it, simply appreciating the warmth. “It was... fulfilling, in its way,” he began. “There was a new patient today—a little boy. He reminded me of something I sometimes forget.”

Y/n tilted her head to look up at him, her brows drawing together in curiosity. “What’s that?”

Carlisle’s gaze grew distant, his voice thoughtful. “That humanity, even in its frailty, is remarkable. His resilience, his curiosity... It’s humbling. After all this time, I still find myself learning from it.”

Y/n reached for his free hand, lacing her fingers through his. “You hold onto more of it than you think,” she said, her voice full of quiet conviction. “It’s one of the things I love most about you.”

Carlisle turned to look at her, his eyes shining as if her words had struck something deep within him. “And you remind me why I hold onto it,” he replied, lifting her hand to press a kiss to her knuckles. “Every single day.”

Y/n’s chest tightened at the tenderness in his voice, and she blinked back tears, smiling up at him. “You’re going to make me cry, Carlisle.”

“Then let me be the one to wipe your tears,” he said, his voice soft yet unwavering.

They sat in a comfortable silence for a while, the quiet crackling of the fire filling the room. Y/n closed her eyes as Carlisle’s hand came up to stroke her hair gently, his touch slow and rhythmic, as though he wanted to memorize the feeling of every strand.

After a moment, Y/n stirred, her voice quiet but filled with warmth. “Do you know how I always know it’s you coming up the path?”

Carlisle tilted his head slightly, his curiosity piqued. “How?”

“Your footsteps,” Y/n murmured. “They have a rhythm to them. Like a heartbeat. It’s comforting. Even before I see you, I know it’s you. Like a promise.”

Carlisle stared at her for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then, without a word, he leaned down and pressed the softest of kisses to her forehead. When he pulled back, there was a glimmer in his golden eyes, as though her words had touched a part of him he rarely let show.

“Then I’ll make sure to never break that promise,” he said quietly.

The words hung in the air, unspoken yet deeply understood. Y/n leaned into his embrace, her eyes fluttering shut as the warmth of his love surrounded her.

Much later, when the fire had burned low and the house was steeped in silence, Carlisle spoke again, his voice barely above a whisper.

“You’re my eternity, Y/n. You’ve given me something I never thought I’d have. Something I didn’t even know I was looking for.”

Y/n felt her throat tighten, and she turned to look at him, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “I love you, Carlisle. More than I can ever put into words.”

His hand cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing away a single tear that had slipped free. “And I love you. With every part of me. Forever.”

As their foreheads rested together, the world outside seemed to fall away. In that moment, it was just the two of them, wrapped in a love so profound it defied time itself.

And as Carlisle pressed a gentle kiss to her lips, Y/n knew one thing with absolute certainty: she had found her forever.