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i wonder - edward cullen x reader

AN: okay guys i might’ve went overboard with the smut for this part🙈 so if you don’t want to read the honeymoon part i understand 💜

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A hand pets the fur of the purring animal. They sat in your lap as the house was silent.

It wasn’t silent for long before your cat jumps down and scurry into the bedroom. You turn around with your arm resting on the edge of the couch.

“You’re being ridiculous. You’re acting like it’s the last time you’re seeing Y/N.”

Rosalie didn’t roll her eyes as she says this, but you could tell she really wanted to.

Edward completely ignored her as he walks around the sofa and haves a seat next to you. You turn and your back is now against the sofa as you take a look at him.

“Are you nervous?” he asks carefully.

“Why would I be?” you ask with grin.

“…If you’re having cold feet, I completely understand.”

You shoot a look at Rosalie, she then finally rolls her eyes. You softly smile as you look back to Edward.

“If I had cold feet, don’t you think I would tell you?”

He doesn’t say anything.

“Stop being a worrier….Your age is showing.” you tease quietly and you finally get to see a small glimpse of a smile form on his lips.

“You will see Y/N tomorrow, okay?” Rosalie says.

“What about your nightmares? I fed. I don’t have to leave tonight.” he says and his eyes showed the truth as they were vibrant with amber.

You let him know that you have the cat to keep you company and Rosalie even offered to stay overnight since she and Alice, along with Esme, has to get you ready to walk down the aisle the very next morning.

“I doubt the nightmares will happen…I have something to look forward to.” you say.

He didn’t move still.

“Plus, aren’t you supposed to be having a bachelor party or something?”

Edward makes a small huff, “I already overindulged on mountain lions.”

You shake your head at his claim with a small smile.

It took him a while to leave, but mostly because he held you tight, making sure that every inch of your lips was consumed with his.

Rosalie sighs as you two were alone and that’s when you both weren’t alone for long.

You gush out hellos to Kate and Tanya who came, they return the tight hugs.

“I cannot believe you were seriously about to just go to bed. Come on, where’s your spunk?” Tanya says eyeing you.

“Sorry. Just didn’t think about it. So much has been going on.” you say with a slight groan.

“That’s why you need a stress reliever.” Kate says and you’re guided in your room before you tug back. The two sisters look at you.

“I have a cat.”

You watch as their eyes light up.

“You guys should have some distance.” you tell them and enter your bedroom. Your cat could already sense them with the scent of them on you and meows loudly.

You coo to them that it’s okay, picking them up taking them in another room. You rush and grab things for them to play with so they won’t be completely bored and shut the door.

They took you out for a night of dancing. Alice eventually came and gave you the tightest hug. You were shy at first but their grins and their encouragement was easy for you to let your hair down as you slowly but surely started to get into the groove.

They were close to you as they made sure no one could hit on you and you were glad for that. Alice and Rosalie decided to stay on the dance floor.

Tanya led you to a bar as Kate began to flirt subtly to a desperate man trying to get her attention. She toyed with him for the time being.

You two sat close as you only ordered a soda.

“I know you will tell me….What really happened?” you whisper, knowing that she could still hear you over the thumping sound of music.

Tanya looked hesitant but she says, “Don’t tell Edward I told you.”

You nod but she sticks out her pinky finger and you interlace it and you both kiss the hands to solidify the promise. That’s when she opened her mouth.

“I told Irina at first it wasn’t a good idea. Aro killed our mother for christ sake. But…She was so for Laurent that…She went as far as to claim him as her mate…I had to support her then..Aro, after all, did take us under his wing for a bit since we were orphans and I appreciate him not killing us for our mother’s actions of breaking the law but…That lifestyle was just way too…Sinister.” Tanya shuddered a bit.

“Did you know he came right after the battle? He talked to me and everything.” you say.

“He only wants you to be turned. He doesn’t trust a human to contain such secret…But, he did speak with Eleazar…Eleazar and the Volturi go way back…He used to be a guard for them.”

“Wow…”

“He found out from Eleazar of your potential gift and he just became excited…I know for a fact he’s going to offer you to join his coven but just keep Edward in mind. Aro knows how to talk a good talk.”

You nod.

“The battle was definitely a bloodbath. I mean…When Irina said wolves, me and Kate were thinking the creatures The Children of the Moon….They were creatures who transformed under a full moon…But, she explained how it happened during broad daylight so we didn’t know what we were walking into. They were men…Men who could…Transform into a wolf but whenever they wanted to.”

You nod again before asking, “Are they still around? The Childen of the Moon, I mean?”

“No..Aro and his coven wiped them completely out a very long time ago. I mean…I’m talking….Gone from total existence. He was almost killed by one. That’s why he had no problem with helping us out. He thought like us, he thought they had come back.”

“So…All of the shapeshifters…They’re dead?”

“Every last one…There were about five in total…However, Aro now wants to rule that territory..He figures the coven will be greatly stronger if he has two locations to rule from….Not only he killed the wolves, he killed innocent people who were in that area…He said he felt like they all deserved a snack for such precious victory…Aro showed no mercy….I mean we couldn’t either but..…There was a boy…He was young…He was young, Y/N..He held up a good fight, almost killing Caius….He was pleading in his human form saying…” she trailed off and shook her head before taking a breath, “Aro’s smile is something I will never forget….He literally tore him slowly from limb to limb…Torturing him…Making him feel everything…I get we were fighting for the justice of Laurent but…At least let them die quick.” she says sadly.

You take a large gulp of your soda as if it was the strongest alcoholic beverage you could ever taste.

“Now…There’s word that Aro found journals that contained tales of their kind. Origins even. He’s going to use it to his advantage to learn about everything about them..Just in case more comes. He thinks more is out there but in different areas.” she continues.

“I’ve been having nightmares…Aro and the Volturi is in every last one..” you confess.

“Just look on the bright side. You won’t have to worry about nightmares anymore. As much things me and my sisters have seen and been through..I’m glad we can’t have nightmares…I forgot what they feel like.” she says as she looks into the distance.

You both bathe in silence for a moment before Kate joins you both.

“What are you two talking about?” she asks.

“Our lovely battle.” Tanya says sarcastically.

“Oh…That.”

“I heard it was mayhem.” you say.

“Yeah, that’s not even the word for it.” Kate says.

“Tell me about it.” Tanya says. The way she said it, there was more that happened but you weren’t going to ask. What she told you already freaked you out a bit, so you stand and move towards the dance floor.

You lie in bed, your head wasn’t under the covers. You stare up at the ceiling. Your cat softly sleeps next to you.

You lift your head a bit as you look over the end of your bed. You see nothing and you quickly lay back down and continue to look up at the ceiling.

Alice blotted concealer under your eyes that didn’t blink.

“Edward would’ve killed me if I was the one who told you.” Alice says quietly.

“She was going to find out sooner or later.” Rosalie says as she looks at your reflection in the mirror.

“You look like a complete zombie. I told you before we left how important it was for you to sleep.” Alice chastised.

“I know, I know.” you say quietly with a soft sigh.

Esme brings out the unzipped bag that contained what you were wearing to walk down the aisle with a smile.

She gives you a quick hug.

“I wanted to give you something as well.” she tells you.

“Esme, there’s no need.” you say with a grin.

She holds up one finger and presents to you, pearl jewelry.

You smile as you looked at it.

“Do you like it?” she asks.

“I love it. I love it so much….Thank you.” you say sincerely. She couldn’t help but hug you again as she speaks, “Even though, you’ve been apart of this family already, I’m glad it’s about to be set in stone.” You hug her tighter.

“Okay. You’re all done. Let’s get you dressed.” Rosalie tells you with a small grin as you lift out of the hair/makeup chair.

You were in shock as you looked at your completed self in the mirror.

“Just exquisite.” Esme says to your reflection with clasped hands under her chin with a wonderment smile.

“Is it normal to feel butterflies like this?” you say as you fan yourself a bit. Rosalie went to fetch the flowers for you to hold.

Alice placed two cool hands down your arm as she looked you in the eye, “Yes, but whatever you do, don’t cry. You will ruin your look and that will make me very upset.”

You couldn’t help but produce a breathy laugh as you hug her, she gives you a smile and she hugs you back, “I’m so glad that Edward has found the one…You’ve made things so much easier for us.”

“Alice, hush.” you say with a chuckle that she returns.

You pull back and look at her before looking down.

“I’m sorry I pushed you guys away at first…I know you all didn’t ask for this life.”

“It’s okay, Y/N. All of that is behind us. You’re my sister.” she says with a bright smile.

You felt a rub on your shoulder, “Our sister.”

You smile at Rosalie before looking back to Alice. They looked beautiful as they were your bridesmaids.

“You ready Y/N?” Carlisle says with a smile as he comes to where you are. You nod as your hands began to shake.

“Just relax…He’s just as nervous as you are.” Carlisle says.

“That’s hard to believe.” you say in a whisper.

Carlisle sticks his arm out and says, “Just don’t let go, Y/N.”

“I have no plans to.” you tell him as you clutch his arm tight. You were glad that he didn’t mind it, you held onto him as if you were going to fall.

You clutched the flowers as tight as Carlisle’s arm. Alice, Rosalie, and Esme were already gone. There was no turning back.

You take careful steps, looking around, the Denali Coven along with vampires you didn’t recognize, were watching you walk down the aisle, you were shocked. They displayed faces and you saw your now siblings look at you with bright smiles.

The music that was playing for your entrance, Tanya was playing on a grand piano, peaking up at you with a smile.

It was an intimate wedding venue, decorated by Alice that you knew it was dripping in her decorative eye. You didn’t know if you were overreacting, but it was like you were in a dream. As a child, this is what you imagined your future wedding to look like.

You were scared to look ahead, but you slowly look up.

Emmett being Edward’s best man, he gave you an encouraging smile and it was hard to deny that he was excited for his brother.

Edward couldn’t contain his excitement, it didn’t even look like nervousness.

It looked as if your best friend was waiting for you. You grin as you walk close and closer. Your heart slows and it felt like everything was in slow motion.

Your feelings went from being nervous to feeling anxious enough to hurry up to get to him. It felt like you two were the only beings on the planet Earth.

His smile made your stomach jump with butterflies as you felt like you did when you first met him. His golden eyes met yours and they were filled with deep ardor.

He never took his eyes off of you and you never take your eyes off of his. You stand next to him after Carlisle gave you away with a kiss on your cheek. He then goes to sit next to Esme.

The officiator, you’ve never seen before but you had an idea that it was a friend of Carlisle’s, began to wed you both.

Edward couldn’t help it. He reached and put his arm around your back and you loop your arm around his and you both hold and interlace each other’s hands tight. The officiant welcomes everyone and talks about the significance of the important day.

They talk about the love you two have for each other, such passion for each other. Two soulmates being gathered in this moment together to unite two hearts as you both embark on a your new journey together. They talk about marriage and love in a few words before setting the tone for vows.

The heartfelt promises came. Edward’s voice sounded like beautiful wind chimes as he carefully spoke out his love for you. His words reached into the depths of your soul as he promised to always and forever love you. He vowed to forever protect you, your heart, and soul. He vowed to worship the ground that you walked on, vowed to make you feel cherished and valued each and every day. He vowed until death do you apart, he would never let anything get in the way of true love’s enduring power. He showed great excitement of you becoming his partner.

You had to blink back tears as you said your own heartfelt promise. You promised to make sure to make him happy as much as he made you happy, each and everyday. You vowed to always love him always and forever through thick and thin, vowing to never let anyone or anything get into the way of you loving him. You vowed to always stand beside him, to let him guide you and teach you. You showed your own excitement of him becoming your partner.

Edward held up the shimmering ring in his own shimmering hand, the piercing gaze into your own as he carefully said the words, “With this ring, I thee wed.” He slid it onto your left hand.

You held up the ring with a slightly shaky hand, making sure to look him in the eye as well as you said the words from your lips, “With this ring, I thee wed.” You slid it onto his left hand.

The officiant declared you both to be married as you both excitedly smiled at each other. He wasted no time to pull you to him and smothered his mouth on yours and you both embrace into a passionate smooth of love.

The kiss was almost different. It was the first kiss as a married couple and it felt magical in a way.

Claps and cheers erupt as you both walk down the aisle as a newlywed couple, leading the way to the journey of love.

You and Edward take off to take pictures. You both just couldn’t stop smiling at each other.

The time you two were actually alone together before the reception, you both couldn’t stop kissing each other.

His hands still cupped your face, he tells you close to your lips, “If I didn’t know any better, I would’ve thought I was dreaming.”

You grin a bit, “It feels like I’m dreaming now..I don’t want to wake up.” you whisper to him.

“I love you…So much.” he says.

“I love you…I love your soul.” you say.

“I love your soul more.” he whispered and he doesn’t let you speak again as his lips were crushed on your lips once again.

The reception was small and intimate and you were glad in a way to be the only human. You didn’t have the worry clouding over your head as you watched as the vampires that you knew mingled without holding back.

You held Edward’s hand tight as you both sat close to each other as each Cullen sibling took the stage and spoke kind words of you and Edward and the love that you two share. Esme and Carlisle welcomed you in as a child of theirs, even going as far as saying you held a special place in their life and they knew you were going to stick around for a long time just from the first time meeting you.

It felt like your heart stopped as Edward spoke loving words to you. Making more promises to never let the bond that you two have go. Claiming that you and his soul is now merged together, even as far as calling you not only his soulmate, but his actual mate.

As the vampires danced in a blurs, Eleazar and Carmen hugged both you and Edward, congratulating you both.

Jasper introduces you to an old friend of his, claiming him and Peter go way back. Peter brought his own mate Charlotte.

Jasper sensed your worry as you realize their eyes weren’t from a vegetarian diet, calming you.

Peter calmly tells you about how Jasper spared him from execution from the Mexican coven leader, Maria. He then goes on to explain how he escaped the coven with the help of Jasper, returning the favor as him and Charlotte helped Jasper escape.

“You didn't tell me all of this…We literally had history class together and I had gotten your glory years to work on as a project.” you joke to Jasper. He only brushes it off with a small smile.

A beautiful woman, was hugging Carlisle. When she pulled back she looked over to you and Edward. Edward held you tight to him as she made her way towards you both. Her black colored hair and her scarlet red eyes were striking as she stood tall. She exuded seductive femininity, even though her body was full figured with strength.

“Long time no see, Edward.” she speaks.

“It’s good to see you, Siobhan.” he speaks to her with kind recognition.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. Carlisle has had nothing but nice things to say about you.” she speaks to you with a kind smile.

You smile a bit as you say, “Nice to meet you as well. Hopefully we will see more of each other.”

Siobhan seems pleased to hear this and then says, “That’s Liam. My mate.” You look to see a man with a hard face that had red eyes as well, his hair was a dark brown with a lean and an imposing countenance. He looked in the direction of you all.

“That’s Maggie.” she says and a girl next to Liam with bouncing, curly red hair, was also looking in the direction of you all. She was short and thin.

“Is that your daughter?” you ask out of curiosity.

“You might as well say she is. Me and Liam found her in Ireland as she was starving. She has a wonderful gift of detecting one’s lies.”

“That’s…That sounds really useful to have.” you say with a small grin. She returns it, “She knew right away that me and Liam weren’t human. That’s what made me so fond of her.”

They carried themselves to be quite civil.

“You say Maggie has a gift. Do you?”

“Carlisle has a theory I do. He advises me to have a conversation with Eleazar…Has he say anything about you?”

“Well, inundating with voices is what he believes.”

She nods in thought.

“I see you reverted back to Carlisle’s diet. Nice to know it allowed you to see some good come out of it.” she says as she takes a humorous look at Edward.

Edward only softly chuckled as he looked down.

With a farewell grin, she’s off to her family. You look over to see Carlisle hugging the officiator as the officiator pat his back loudly.

“That’s Randall, he considers Carlisle to be one of his very good friends…One of the first vampires Carlisle has met when he was freshly turned.”

“Speaking of which…What’s Carlisle's theory?” you say as you peak to see Siobhan indeed having a conversation with Eleazar. This time, Liam and Maggie were at her side.

“That she can change the outcome of things that she desires in her favor…She only thinks it’s good planning.”

You both chuckle a bit.

“She knows about…Your spree?” you ask.

“Yeah…She kind of put the battery in my back to set it off, encouraging to embrace my natural diet.” he explains. You nod a bit at this information.

There was a lot of dancing, Edward of course kept you close.

Alice let out her excitement of you joining the family with dancing. You often joked to her about leaving Jasper hanging.

“I feel so bad you can’t eat cake.” you whisper to Edward as you both cut the tall wedding cake that you knew had something to do with Alice’s doing.

You were honestly surprised when scattered chuckles erupted in the room.

“I will live.” he says as he swiped a small dab of icing on your cheek as a camera flash at your surprised smile as you look at his mischievous face. You take a small dab and put it on his nose and a camera flashes at both of your smiles as you look to each other.

Turning around, the bouquet in your hands are thrown behind you and you hear happy gasps and Tanya’s loud laughter. You whip around and gasp happily.

Kate is shocked as she has the bouquet of flowers clenched in one hand. Tanya was hugging her and laughing while shaking her a bit to snap her out of it.

The dancing resumed and Alice tugs on your arm. You cling to Edward.

“Y/N, I have to get you ready.” she demands.

“I know…Just…Five more minutes.” you say as you gaze up at Edward, the way he was holding you to him was so comfortable you could fall asleep. He leans down and pressed his lips to yours, you both don’t make an effort to move.

“You cannot be serious. You will have five minutes and plus some.” Alice says impatiently as she taps her foot.

You finally let go and Edward watched with a small grin as you couldn’t take your eyes off of him.

Alice closed the door as she brought you to the same room where you had gotten ready in. Esme and Rosalie were already in there.

“Okay….Let’s get you in your farewell outfit.” Alice says excitedly and Rosalie hands it to her.

Esme helps you out of what you were wearing.

“Are you excited?” Esme asks with glee.

You couldn’t stop the smile that spread like wildfire on your face.

“I am.” you say with a nod.

“Me and Alice already have you packed. I even hired a sitter for your cat.” Rosalie tells you as you get dressed.

“Thank you.” you say with a smile

“Jasper put you and Edward’s bags in the trunk.” Alice adds in.

“The car should be here any minute to take you both to the airport.” Rosalie says.

“Okay.” you said to both.

The thought of leaving made you incredibly nervous. As soon as you leave the room, Edward was waiting for you. He takes your hand as people send their farewells and happy wishes to you both.

White doves fly off as you both make an exit.

You would ask later how they have managed to get it done, but knowing Alice, she could get anything done.

Both you and Edward slide into the car, still connected with hands and you watch through the tinted windows of everyone waving with bright smiles.

The vampires waving grew smaller and smaller as the road outstretched ahead of you.

You walk through the terminals of the airport holding Edward’s arm and board the plane.

You blink awake, lifting your head from Edward’s shoulder. You both walk to another check in desk and walk through another terminal.

You don’t ask, you wanted to be surprised. Edward took every advantage of this.

The next flight was long but comfortable.

Leaving out of the airport, Edward opens the car door for you and slides in next to you.

He speaks in a foreign language to the driver and the driver knew right where to go. You smile a bit at his fluency, forgetting for a second that he of course had years to master languages.

Pretty soon, you both arrive at a dock. You follow him as you both walk past the yachts and boats.

Edward stops at a boat and drops the luggage in it.

“Is this a speedboat?” you ask quietly. He looks up and smiles, “Yes.”

He takes your hand and helps you on carefully. He skillfully prepares the boat for departure before you both head out to the open ocean. The strong smell of salt is prevalent and some water sprays up from the speed of the boat.

You clutch to the seat. You look up at you let out a breathless ah. It was dark but full of stars no matter where you looked. It took your breath away.

“Do you see Edward?”

He glanced at you with a smile and he answers yes. You already knew the answer but you were too excited.

The boat finally stops to a dock. Edward helps you out and you watch as he ropes it up.

He carries the luggage in as if it weighed nothing. You slowly walk and look around. It was on an island. It was so quiet. So peaceful. So beautiful. Dark vegetation and pale sand was what you both walked through before seeing a house with large windows.

He opened the door and it was unlocked.

“Whoa.” you say as he flicked on a light. Spacious wasn’t the word.

He’s back in front of you as you seen that the bags were gone from his gasp. You’re in his arms.

You slowly slide down to your feet once he stops in front of a large bed that was in the middle of the bedroom, covered in large pillows.

The room was warmer than the rest of the house. Even warmer than outside.

He swiped your cheek and he felt your dab of sweat in his hand.

“It’s too hot for you?”

“Erm..Just a little but…You kind of cooled me off when you..Did that.” you admit quietly.

A nervous chuckle ring in your ears and you eye him carefully.

“That was sort of the plan.”

You touch his arm and you felt the coolness of his skin. He looks down at your touch before tugging you close to him.

He looks at you for a moment before he finally speaks again.

“My wedding gift to you.” he whispered.

You’re in shock. Tears collect but don’t fall. You blink then away.

“What….? You…What?…. To…Me?”

“Yes. All of this..Is yours. This is your island.”

A teardrop falls and he catches it with a smile. He kissed your eyelid and you clutch him tight to you.

“I can’t even repay you for this. You’re making this hard and I mean so hard.” you say shakily.

He chuckles, “You want to know how you can repay me?”

“How?” you say eagerly.

He searches your face and takes it in as he blinked slowly, “Just love me like I love you.”

“That’s easy.” you whisper.

His arms were around you as you kiss him your thanks which he happily returned.

You noticed his touches lingered, which made you a tad bit nervous. His hand stops right on the lowest part of your back.

“Are you tired?” he asks close in your ear.

You meekly shake your head.

Two hands are now on your lowest part of your back as he peered down at you.

“Let’s go for a swim.” he suggests quietly.

You grin a bit as you nod your head meekly. You look at the large window that had a bright moon that shined right outside, lighting up everything around it.

He then has you pressed to him as he brushed his lips to yours trailing to your neck and stopping to place an open mouth kiss on a spot on your neck before leaving to go outside.

You stayed in the bathroom as a bathing suit that Alice had packed for you was on your body. You lean your hands on the sink to steady yourself as you stare at your reflection in the mirror.

You just couldn’t understand why you felt like you were about to see your crush for the first time and you were entirely married.

You slowly open the bathroom door, making your way outside.

The outside air was warm, you actually hoped that the water was cool in temperature.

The moonlight still made Edward’s back shine as he was already in the water.

He gave you a brilliant smile as you joined him in the water. It was warm. You both look up at the moonlight as he held you close. His touch made you feel great.

You both swim together, brilliant chuckles bounce off of the environment. Splashing each other even in the process. Your cheeks hurt from smiling and laughing so much.

You float on your back in contentment as you stare up at the shining moon and stars.

“Thank you for keeping your promise..You did say that we would be on the beach together.” you whisper in the night air.

“Privately.” he reminded with a grin.

“It’s as private as it’s going to get.” you whisper.

As soon as you yawned, he then picks you up.

“I’m not tired.” you whisper in his ear as you wrap his arm around his neck as he’s walking back to the house.

“Are you sure about that?” he chuckles as he saw your hooded eyes. You did fight to stay awake, simply because you didn’t want this night to end.

“I’m relaxed. I don’t want this to end.” you whispered as you’re back on your feet.

He doesn’t say anything as he gave you a look that made your stomach lurch with butterflies.

He only goes into the bathroom, you hear the shower. You follow him.

You watch as his fingers grace the edge of his shorts. He watched you.

Before you knew it, you both were bare in front of each other, staring and taking each other in with each other’s eyes. Before you went to hide yourself with your hands, he takes both of your wrists, pulling you to him.

The kiss was smothered on your lips as he pressed you against him. You were sandwiched in between his body and the shower tiles. His hand felt every inch of your back as you held him with your arms around his neck. His lips were trailing down your neck to rest on your collarbone.

He carried you back into the bedroom after some time of embracing each other, drying you off with a towel. You then reach to be pressed against him once again.

That’s how you fell asleep. Tangled with each other, skin to skin. He watched as you took each breath, questioning how he became so lucky. Your face exhibits peace in its slumber.

Edward felt his throat overwhelm with a burning sensation once the sunlight hit the room. You began to stir as he tries to detach himself unwillingly.

A kiss is placed on the side of your mouth, to your nose, and your lips as you tiredly blinked awake. You held him tighter as he breathed out a low chuckle.

“Where are you going?” you say, thick with your morning voice.

“I have to feed. I will be right back.” he promises in a whisper.

You then blink your eyes open to see his face. You nod an okay with a soft smile. He kissed the smile off of your face.

You toured the home after you got dressed. You couldn’t help but look at the ring on your finger. Doing tasks with the same hand as your ring, made you keep staring at it with a lovesick smile.

You rush to the piano that was waiting for you. You brush one finger as it slid down each piano key. You have a seat on the bench.

You don’t know why, but you started to play a bit of the traditional wedding ceremony song before stopping with a chuckle.

A kiss on the side of your neck as you washed your dish at the grand sink, startled you a bit. His hands wrap around your waist.

“I missed you.” he says in a velvet tone in your ear.

“I missed you more.” you say softly.

“We should swim. It’s daylight.”

You’re excited and he chuckled as you leave out in a hurry.

He held your hand as you both make your way outside. You thought he would walk through the almost white sand to the ocean but he changed directions.

A steep pathway surrounded by nature is where you two head. You didn’t ask questions because you loved his surprises. In a way, he still felt your anticipation. You both would flash each other excited looks.

It wasn’t a big height to jump from but after you look at the glistening water with fish swimming around, Edward insisted you to get on his back.

You hop on and he’s flying in the air which made you squeal a bit from excitement.

You rise up from the water and noticed more fish on your side. On Edward’s side, they swam away quickly as if he was a shark.

His skin shined like the wet glistening rocks.

Swimming in the water, you swam with surprisement. He didn’t need to come up for air but that didn’t stop you for appreciating the view as you with your head above the water as you swam lightly.

The wildlife was vividly colorful. Different birds caught your eye as they chirped about songs. You honestly pinched yourself once to see if you were dreaming.

You felt that if you blinked, it would all disappear.

Fresh from the shower, you flopped on the bench and wondered if you could make a tune that’s comprehensible. You chuckled a bit as you tried to mimic the chirps you heard from the birds earlier on the keys.

You were toying around with the keys. Edward patiently stands next to the piano and you thought he was going to say something about your piece when you were finished but he asks a plain question, “Are you ready for bed?”

You eyed the clock. It didn’t even hit past midnight. You eyed his face. He seemed hopeful so you nod woodenly even though you weren’t tired.

He then came over and lifted you into his arms. Walking into the bedroom as he carried you with your legs around his waist, his fingers grazed the flesh of your skin as he lowered you down on the bed.

You close your eyes with a content sigh. His lips hit your collarbone. You held onto the back of his head as he kissed and suck all over your collarbone and neck.

You didn’t notice your chest was naked until you fluttered your eyes open to see his lips on your chest. You held his head tighter. He took his time. Savoring every inch of you as his lips trailed down your stomach. You were surprised to see that you were down to your underwear as he kissed right above the edge of them.

As he continued to kiss your underwear covered center, his hands caressed and groped your body as if he owned you and such action excited you deeply. Your eyes fluttered closed again as you felt him peel off your underwear. You softly sucked in a shaky breath.

His hands were talented as they only relaxed you with shudders. Up and down. Slowly. They made you whisper his name as he felt every inch of your skin. His rhythmic touches followed you into your dreams.

You blinked awake with him pressed behind you.

“I..I fell asleep?” you ask in a whisper.

He kissed your ear.

“Yes.” he answered.

“I’m sorry.” you say feeling bad. You don’t even remember falling asleep.

He kissed your shoulder, “Why are you apologizing? I wanted to relax you.”

You hum a response as his hand caressed your shoulder and arm.

“Do you have to leave?”

“I just came back.” he answered. A smile formed on your lips.

You both lie there for a moment. You felt the poke of his member on your backside. You didn’t expect it to feel so hard but you shift your hips and his hand rested right on your stomach.

Before you knew it, you’re on your back as he held you to him with your arms around his neck.

You sigh out softly as you felt him move himself against you as his lips never left your jaw and neck. You heard noises that sounded unholy as he rubbed his hardened flesh against you. You could tell he was holding a lot back due to his quiet groans and his tight fists that were clenching the sheets but you held onto him tighter as your eyes squeezed shut.

Your heart beat quickened in your ears as you felt a tingle sensation throughout your entire body, you almost panicked. You didn’t know what was happening.

“Oh my god.” you whined out in pants and he only whispered close to your ear, “You’re okay.” His seductive voice only made you tremble in silence as your body relaxed and your mouth slightly fell open with a shaky sigh.

He was gone in a flash when you opened your eyes. You held the covers to you. He was in the bathroom.

“Are..Are you okay?” you ask as he came back in. He lies down right next to you.

“I’m okay…I didn't want to get anything on you.” he admits and his voice is very relaxed and light.

You place a sweet kiss on his lips and he held the back of your head to him before he lets you go.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m more than okay.” you say shyly.

You watched him as you sat on your knees, with a pillow resting below them, outside on the wooden deck.

He placed each chess piece down.

“What color?” he asks once he was finished.

“White. I wanna go first.” you say.

“Alright.” he grinned.

You move your pawn up two spaces. He does the same, both pawns are toe to toe with each other. You move your bishop. He moved his knight. You slide your queen diagonally, hoping he would fall into the trap. You watch as he instead used his pawn to block your queen, if you moved your queen any further, his other pawns would easily capture it. You retreat it to keep it safe, but still having a chance to make a check move on your next turn. He blocked this chance from happening by putting the knight in your way to where if you captured the knight, his queen would capture yours.

You look at him. He had the best poker face you’ve ever seen. You look back down to the board.

You slide your queen over, diagonal to your bishop. He moved his knight, making an attack against your queen for his next move. You slide your queen back over, only stopping below his knight. He moved his pawn above his knight. You take his pawn with your pawn. His bishop moves diagonal, threatening your queen once again. You slide your queen one move backwards to move it out of the bishop’s way. His knight then takes your pawn. His knight was now threatening your king.

“Check.” he speaks out.

The game ended up working in his favor. Majority of your pieces were on his side.

“Do you want to play again?”

“Um..” you say and set your hands on your hips as you look over at the view of the water, “Maybe later.”

He chuckled a bit, “Alright.”

You help him put the pieces away in the box but you both decided to not put the game completely away.

You both walk back inside.

You sling an arm around him, he gave you a crooked grin that made your heart jump.

“You have another song you wanna teach me?” you ask.

“Sure.” he says.

You both sit down.

His fingers tried to go slow but they still looked fast. You give him a look that made him burst into a laughing fit.

“Edward.” you say with slight annoyance.

“Saint-Saëns concerto 2. You definitely can do that.”

“In which lifetime?” you ask. He rubbed your shoulder encouragingly, “Come on.”

“Okay, play it again.” you say with your own small grin and you focus as he does play it again. You wanted to know how it went.

You tried your best when it was your turn to play. You then wish you had sheet music. You laughed a bit after bombing it.

“Okay. This is the first time I want sheet music.” you tell him.

“Okay.” he says. He rises up.

You didn’t expect him to grab some paper and a pen. You watch him as he writes at a table and draw the actual notes.

He comes back over and sets it on the stand.

You played better than you did but you definitely needed practice.

He rises and his arms are over your shoulders with his fingers helping your fingers press down on the weighted keys.

You couldn’t help your hands from lifting up as his face was close to your neck. You pull the nape of his neck down as you reached up. A soft kiss was made.

You both stare at each other. It was just you and him. The next kiss was more enthusiastic.

He breaks away before he turns you around while sitting. He kneels down to the front of you. Not breaking eye contact. He leans forward. You respond to the kiss that gifted your lips.

He pulls away. You watch him as his hands rest on your knees. He felt the skin as you breath was audible in your ears. His hands now were slowly caressing your thighs which made you close your eyes with a sigh.

“Look at me please?”

It was so enticing to hear that your eyes popped open. He now moves between your legs as he’s still on his knees and your legs are around his waist.

His hand are firm on your back as lips lingered on each others.

You both sigh in each other’s mouths as you caress him back, pulling him closer. As soon as you hips rolled upwards, he reached forward as he used more pressure with his lips and his hand grips keys on the piano, making an abrupt cluster notes.

You broke away audibly as you open your eyes to look at his desired face. Legs still open with him in between them. You find yourself lifted off of the bench. He sits down instead and your legs are beside his hips. Your hands are firm on his shoulders. Faces are so close he’s breathing in your air.

“Move with me.” he whispered, it was almost like a beg.

It was like a slow dance. Hips rolled into each other. You heard creaks and peaked at his clenched fists that gripped beside him on the bench. He would then open them to have touches of your body.

You were building up the achy feeling as your body was more pressed to him than its ever been.

He groans loudly before you’re both on the floor. You pause as you look down at him but you’re on top of him.

His hips don’t pause as you close your eyes as his hands were glued to your bottom. Hands caressed each other before he clenched his fists beside him and you shudder against him and roll off of him as you lie beside him.

You pant as you blinked at the stars.

Just lying on the floor, you were too comfortable to move. He was too comfortable to move.

He caressed your cheek quickly and picks you up.

Your breath was heavy as his hand rested on your bottom, you stand between his leg as you both watched the water from the handheld shower head that you held, ran down the front of his body.

He looks at you and you look at him. He pressed a kiss to you and takes it out of your hands.

Standing before him, he rinsed the front of your body and you couldn’t take your eyes off of him.

The mixture of his cold hands and the lukewarm water was interesting to you.

Your breath hitches when you hold onto his shoulder, he’s holding a finger out as he glided his finger back and forth against your wetness while he muffled your sighs with his mouth.

Your legs were very wobbly as he took your hand into the kitchen but he quickly noticed. Picking you up, your arms are around his neck as he sat you down in a chair.

You ate slowly as he watched you from across the table. The times you did peak up, you were hit with a wave of butterflies.

You blinked quickly as your heart sped up as he stood next to you to get your empty dishes.

You wondered if he noticed your nervousness. You barely said words.

With shaky legs, you stood next to the window. He joins you moments later.

“Want to take a walk?” you ask.

“Would you be able to walk?” he asks quietly but you hear the amusement in his voice.

You look down with a chuckle, “It was worth a shot.”

“Let’s watch a movie instead.” he murmurs in your ear.

You watch him walk away a bit as he goes to the living room.

You sit down next to him, keeping distance because you were feeling flushed.

“Why are you all the way over there?”

“…I…Don’t..Know.” you say shyly and innocent. He brings on a smile that made your heart jump.

He smothered your hand and makes you smush against him. You look at the television screen as his arm was around you.

An American in Paris

You couldn’t focus because your eyes kept staring at his hands more than the actual screen. You swallowed as your center pounded with need. The eyes you kept staring at were the same hands that knew right where to touch. The same hands you fell in love with.

The end credits were almost over and you blink and sit up.

“You don’t even know what happened in the movie. Do you?” Edward asks with a knowing smile and tone.

You look down and clear your throat, “I’m sorry…My mind is preoccupied.”

You get up and sit away from him.

He puts his arm around on the edge of the couch.

“With what?”

“Come on.” you mutter with a smile.

“Isn’t that a good thing?” he asks with uncertainty.

“It is.” you say as you reassure him, he visually relaxes.

“It’s just….” you sigh as you look at him with a look that made him extremely happy inside, “You’re making me crazy about you.”

“As do you.” he says as he touched your cheek.

“I don’t think I will be able to watch you play piano again.” you whisper.

“I don’t think I will be able to watch you play piano again. Especially after what we did.”

You nervously chuckle as you look down.

“Want to go to the beach?”

You pipe up and nod.

You don’t move. He doesn’t move. He blinks at you.

“Can we just…?” you suggest quietly and he waits for you.

You lean over and capture his lips. His tongue slipped in which you touched with your own, it surprised you and you climb on him but he turns over and puts you on your back. You look up at him as he then scoots you forward to the edge of the couch and kneels between you. You’re sucked into his kiss and he graces the bottom of your swollen lip with his thumb as he leans in again. He pulls away with a soft smack.

Your breath comes out in shudders as he kisses the skin that followed your underwear that he was peeling off.

You were slumped against the couch as he slowly opened your legs with his cool hands.

He swallowed but the drool kept coming as you were spread open in his face. He kissed you there and your hips rolled before he leans back up and kisses you. You both moan in the kiss.

He makes sure you both have no clothing in the way as he rubbed himself again between your open legs as he holds your bottom. The tingles were strong and flooded your body in an aggressive manner. You arch your back as he made you feel like you were dying but in a good way.

You push against him. He stops.

“I-I’m sorry…Keep…Keep going.” you pant out.

“Are you sure?” he asks carefully and barely audible and you nod with enthusiasm.

He resumes which makes you bite your lip before you sigh out. He makes your body press against with his while you grip onto his arms.

A changed sensation makes you keep your eyes on him. He enjoyed it. He slowly poked his tip in your entrance before sleeked against you. Your body relaxed even more and you whisper his name while you held eye contact.

He couldn’t last as he continued to do this and he’s gone in the bathroom while you close your sore legs. You catch your breath as you sit up. You reach and grab your underwear.

He didn’t bother to get dressed before he slides open the glass door with a smile, “Come let’s go swimming.”

The warm water against your naked skin was something you never thought you would love. You never swam naked before but here you were, wondering how you’ve lived your entire life wearing a swim suit.

There was a waterfall, you both let the water fall on the both of you. You both became attached as you both held each other to kiss each other as if you both were the source of oxygen.

You weren’t hungry but you ate small to please Edward’s worried eyes.

You clean the dishes as his arms were behind your waist as he stood behind you.

“Are you tired?”

You grinned.

“Very tired.”

He hummed a response that made your stomach drop in excitement.

You both stood bare in the dark after the sound of the door closed. None of the curtains were closed so the naked moon shined brightly into the dark room.

The excited expression couldn’t be contained from either of you.

He only walked to the bed and pulled back the covers as he then stood and stared at you.

Walking over, you lay down and he tucked you in.

“Is it hot?” he asks.

“Yeah.” you say as you forgo some of the covers. You were thankful it wasn’t humid hot.

“Do you want me to cool you down?” he asks.

You look at his face and he was serious as you could only nod. He joins you in bed as if he was going to be sleeping too.

“This morning….I wasn’t hot.” you say with a slight grin. He slowly brings out his own grin.

He only placed a hand over your thigh while asking for permission with his eyes. You lean forward to meet the touch of his lips.

He was encouraging with his eyes but you still slowly climb over him. It felt like you were going to slide back off of his body by how smooth his skin felt.

You didn’t mean to gasp out an “oh” as your now naked chest pressed and met his but, his hands were gentle.

“Tell me if I’m hurting you.” he said with a plea.

“Okay.”

“Okay.”

He doesn’t move. But, you do as you only close your eyes and press a gentle kiss on his lips. You then don’t move.

You felt so comfortable. You weren’t even hot at all.

You only broke the kiss, only resting your lips beside his lips because a deep snake of his hand rubbed up the skin of your back.

You let out a shaky breath as a certain point in your area started to pulsate with such need. His eyes were squeezed shut but he opened them back up because he wanted to look at you and he swallowed hard as he felt like he was drooling. It was the smell of your arousal that he wanted to bathe in.

He rubbed the head of his flesh back and forth on your entrance. The warm air mixed with the coolness that slowly glided on your twitchy spot made you put your cheek to his chest as you clutch on him.

Your body felt limp as you were completely melted. It was as if he brought you back to life. You were patient as he slowly poked at your entrance, trying to get it used to even the smallest amounts of penetration. Your body was relaxed due to his efforts earlier.

You kept shuddering as you grip him and the sheets. It wasn’t agony, it was wanting him to push in further as your body was trying to beg for him. He was slow but steady. He showed no signs of rush. It worked as you felt yourself feel more of him as he was able to pull some of himself out of you, it made a loud wet noise.

The morning felt crisp even though it pattered with rain. That’s how you found out you fell asleep. You moved your legs together a bit and you didn’t feel sore.

It felt like it rained on your ear. Lips mixed with a dart of a tongue met your ear slowly.

You shift to find his hand resting on your lower stomach as his flesh was resting hard on your hip.

He only scoot his hand down slowly. Your mouth was too busy being distracted by his.

“Do you want to look at the rain?” he finally whispered.

“Yes.” you whispered back.

Raindrops showered as you were actually enjoying the view of the sight.

It felt like you were being rained on just by watching.

He kissed your shoulder as he lay behind you, smoothing his hand over your arm in over your hand. You only scoot closer to him.

Fingers dance your face, you kiss them. You keep them to you your lips before you take one of his fingers were and taste it. Soon, he was groaning quietly as you sucked on his finger slowly.

He then moved his hand slow as it rested in front of your stomach. With a very soft press that he produced, your hips move back. You both sigh out in sync, his hand slowly trail down to the spot that was throbbing. You were afraid to move as you blinked at the dripping rain that dropped outside the large window.

His lips pressed on your neck as your breath hitched in his ears. Your heart beats against your chest in his ears.

You squeeze your eyes shut as you breathe out a small sigh, your hand touches a sheet but doesn't grip it. His finger was sitting right between your lips and it wasn't the ones that where on your face.

You're still. The feeling was intense and you were afraid if you moved, the moment would be ruined.

He used one finger to feel you. You were slippery in his touch. Your eyes never open as you couldn't hold them open. The overpowering tingling feeling from earlier came back. The finger dipped in your lubricant and slowly circled the swollen nub that made you shudder. Your hands grip tighter as he slowly adds another finger as he felt your body grow relaxed. It grew and grew until it spilled over as he makes a come here motion with his fingers inside of you.

He retracts his hand and rests it back on your stomach.

You say in a breathy tone still blinking at stars, "What's wrong?"

He lays on his back as he looks up. He doesn’t rush his words and it sounded melodic with the falling sound of the rain, “Nothing. Everything is great.” He just rubs the inside of your thigh as he glanced at it before trailing his eyes into yours.

Snuggling next to him, you both lie there. The patter of the rain float in your ears.

After some time, you sit up. You didn’t expect him to turn your face into a kiss. It was slow and sensual. He pulls you gently back down with him as he falls back into the pillows without breaking the kiss.

He hooks your leg over his hip so you could climb on him. You fall softly on his naked chest as the spot behind your knee made you twitch.

Your ache was strong as ever. You break the kiss as you slowly sit up. You let out a soft breath as his hands slowly caressed the front of you.

His hands stop at your hips as you both look down. Getting the right balance, you glide against the flesh that rested between the wet lips in between your legs.

He grips and released his fingers on your skin as clenched his fists with a breathy groan. You lean forward with your hands firm on the pillows beside his ears as you thrust more fluidly.

It was a rhythm of breaths that you both breathed out. Hips met each other like you two were dancing together.

He could keep his hands off of you then as both hands pressed you to his chest. You shuddered like it was winter as you continued to glide against him.

Hips were rising with frantic movements as you both zone out. You had to remember to breathe.

He flips you on your back with one movement, legs are open around his waist as he kissed your lips as he lays on top of you.

He slowly tries to sink in and you gasp not from pain, but easier it was to break through as he pulled out some. He slowly worked into you, the bed softly rocking under you.

Your legs are still open as he emptied on the sheets quickly. You watch him made him groan even more.

The smell. It made your ache grow even more even though you were out of breath. You run a hand down his arm as he brought you in his arms as he sat in the middle of the bed. You slowly sink down before rising back up.

“Slow.” he whispered.

“Slow…Slow.” you agree as you accept his kiss.

He hangs onto your back as you rub against him with the help of your hips.

You both groan out before you try again. You slowly allow your body to relax and you try your best to be patient. You move up and down on the bit of length that easily slipped inside of you.

His patience was something that you were grateful for. He was too absorbed into making your skin raise goosebumps with his hands as he couldn’t take your eyes off of you.

You were shocked when you stare at the fact that you were completely seated. You both don’t move as you two hold each other.

Slowly, his hips move and you clutch onto him like never before. You were focused on the feeling that was being produced.

You take in a breath because you forgot to breath and you breathe out a moan which he matched as he clutched onto you tighter.

“So this is sex.” you thought in your head as you felt your body relax and take him in. It felt good. You didn’t want it to end. You didn’t wonder if he enjoyed it too because gripped your skin and bit his lip at times. Lips kept connecting like both hips. His lips consumed the skin of your throat and collarbone.

You’re lifted off as you were overwhelmed with shudders and lying back as he emptied himself again. He lays back. The stars were more intense.

After a while, the stars went away but the buzz was still there when you looked at him.

He stripped the sheet that was messy before you fell into a deep slumber.

Your entire body was sore like you completely a head to toe fully body workout. You thought you were alone but you blink open your eyes and see Edward glaring up at the ceiling.

You blink at him. He then turns his head over a bit and it seemed like he would get in trouble if he looked at you.

“You didn’t like it.” you whisper as you then look down. He whispered your name like a song. You slowly look up.

“I liked it so much..That I broke my promise.”

You sit up and he doesn’t move.

“How?….What did you do?” you were in confusion.

He glanced at your body but it wasn’t in a happy expression. You blink back tears.

You get out of bed.

“Great. I get married and my husband doesn’t want my body.” you mutter and before you grab the robe, you’re spun to look to in the mirror.

“Look!” he almost growled. He was in deep pain by the look of his face and he wasn’t the one hurt. You look down. Bruised showed the markings of his fingers. Your lips were so bruised, there was a small nick, you licked your lips a bit.

“I promised…..I promised and I broke my promise.”

You look up and his reflection made your heart clench. You take his face. He lets his eyes fall.

“You kept your promise.” you say slowly and he looked up at you not taking what you’re saying seriously and you continue, “They’re love marks. You promised to love me and now I can look on my body and see proof of you loving me. I love it when you touch me.”

“Love marks.” he whispered as he tried to shake his head but his eyes said different. He graced his fingertips on your collarbone that showed a finger sized bruise. You continue to let your feathered touch of your fingers stay on his face. He leans gently to kiss it. He leans back up and sees that your eyes were closed and you slowly open them back up and he couldn’t deny the joy that was in your eyes. His eyes softened before he started to shake his head, feeling upset at himself once again.

“I thought I was careful….We have to be safe…I have to wait until you’re changed for us to go further.”

“Remember Edward? Slow? Just…Slower next time. You’re good with slow. We don’t have to stop. We can work this out together, it’s what we’re supposed to do.” you whisper carefully.

He closed his eyes as he takes in a soft breath.

“Don’t be scared. I don’t even hurt. This our chance to not hold back. We can finally stop holding back our love. It’s just us.” you say softly. He opens his eyes.

He lets you crush his lips with a kiss before you grin a bit at him. His face is less anxious which makes you glad.

“Let me make you something to eat….Okay?” he says quietly. You nod. You being dressed made him not look at what he’s done.

It was silent while you ate but it wasn’t uncomfortable. He just stared at you. Little to your knowledge, he was thinking about what you said about holding back and how after all, it’s just the two of you.

He cleans the dishes and you dry them and put them away.

You take his hand to the piano. He falls onto the bench gracefully and you’re surprised that he placed you right on his lap.

His hands are placed on the keys and he doesn’t move. You take your tentative time to place your hands in front of you on the piano.

He played a soft and calm piece. You felt his lips on the back on your shoulder.

“Are you going to teach me it?” you whisper to him after he was finished.

He placed his hands on the sides of your thighs that were clenched a bit due to you feeling excited.

“Do you want me to?”

“Yes.” you say.

You both make no effort to move and slowly rubs the surface of the skin he was touching.

“Are you sure…You don’t hate me?” he whispered with insecurity.

“I’m sure…I love you more than ever. You always make me feel so good.” you whisper to him as you smother your hands on his.

“I do?”

“Yes.”

Silence fills the air and he’s still. You’re almost worried until your body registers that his hands cup the front of you sensually. You lean back against him as you’re feeling breathless.

“I still want to touch you.” he whispered. You hum an encouraging tone.

He keeps his lips on your neck. He takes you both off of the bench. Hesitance was still on his face.

“Let’s go for a walk.” you say to make things easier.

He silently agrees. You both listen to the birds and the soft wind that shook the leaves of the nature around you two.

He holds your hand tightly. You speak so he wouldn’t think because you knew that that’s what he was doing.

“If you were a human boy, you would’ve gotten me pregnant already.”

A quiet chuckle escapes his lips.

“Carlisle told me to be safe. I don’t know what will happen if I ejaculate in you and I don’t want to find out. Not until you’re changed.”

“I won’t get pregnant.” you say.

“Still. My bodily fluids are venom. I don’t want that in your body…”

He then clears his throat that sounded like a melodic hum as he continues.

“When you’re changed, we literally can do whatever.” he says.

It made your face hot but he was surprised before displaying a smug expression. You nudge his arm as you walk away from him. He catches up to you in no time.

“Does this remind you of a song?” you ask as you gesture to the aesthetically pleasing nature. It looked straight out of a movie or a nature magazine.

“Maybe.” he says.

Quiet footsteps follow.

“So…Will we be coming back here when we…Take vacations in the future?” you ask hopefully.

“And…When we renew our vows.”

He heard your heart jump.

“I can’t believe I’m married.” you whisper with a smile. He smiles as well.

“Me neither to be honest.”

“I’m just curious….You’ve never been infatuated by another vampire? Forget human.”

He stuck his lips out a bit as he shakes his head, “Finding them pretty is one thing…Not enough to marry….You’re perfect.”

“Impossible. I’m not perfect.” you laugh.

“In my eyes you are.” he says. He says it like he genuinely couldn’t believe you didn’t believe what he was saying.

He went to the mainland to feed.

You cozied up with a book. The flip of the page is what made noise in the silent and large home.

The ring dazzled and you thought back to you and his talk earlier. You wondered what made him pick you as the one. You wondered what you and his future would look like. You let your eyes roam the cozy décor. You wondered how it would be like to return here as a vampire.

You turn on the bedroom lamp. You heard the door handle being pushed open as you lay in bed.

You lay back on your elbows as you watch him slowly enter the room. No words were spoken. The eyes talked a lot. You both wanted the same thing. Each other.

His knee rests between you as he leans slowly to taste your lips just once. You slowly open your eyes to find him staring at the lips he kissed. He leans in again and you respond with satisfaction.

You don’t realize him leaning you backwards until your head is rested on the pillows. He lets go of your lips then and you open your hooded eyes.

He runs his hands down your clothed body. You relax.

He placed a kiss on your throat as your arms were around him. His face was focused as you caressed his cheek. The center of you two were connected but not inserted.

He only shifts his hips and you hang tight to him. A shaky breath made him motivated as there was more feeling behind his movements. You both lock eyes as you both felt achy.

He lays you on your back. He rests two arms next to your head.

“Please tell me if I hurt you.”

“I promise.” you say and touch his cheek with the hand your promise ring sat on. The kiss was sensual before he slowly rocked his hips against your entrance. You felt your body be excited and start to get ready for him to come in your world.

You heard the bed creak under you both as keeps your legs against his chest, as he slowly pushes in.

Edward heard the whisper of the word more come from your mind. It almost startled him but it only seemed to motivate him.

You both groan quietly together as you both finally connected as one. He slowly leans downward, your legs now over his shoulders and he kisses you. His hands clench the sheets and raise over you, heard another creak.

You gasp in small doses as he circled and worked his hips but he pulls out. He lays on his side and invited you in. You lay on your side as well and his hand hooks your leg on his hip as he slowly pushes in. You sigh out as he touches and the slow thrust affected you greatly. His touches made your hips respond but you leech on the tingles that made you feel good.

You shudder and slump on him as he precisely moves his hips. You both meet each other’s hips like a slow dance. You both lowly whisper each other’s names as it sounded like a duet.

There’s times where he stills his slow thrusts to let just his hands appreciate your body but you didn’t care. Everything felt too good. You only give him encouraging touches until he pulls out with a groan and you saw the clear substance spill in his hand. You were asleep by the time he came back from the bathroom.

The sounds of birds chirping let you know that your face was smushed in the sheets. You slowly raise your head and all that you seen was white. You’re confused.

A handful of feathers fall out of your open but sleep hand. Falling from your head.

“Good morning.” he says quietly.

You look up with a tired grin, “Good morning.”

You search his face to see if he was scared but he wasn’t. He was content. He was at ease. More at ease than you seen him.

“Feathers?” you say with a slight smirk.

“….You know how…I would be still…To collect myself?”

You nod as your face became heated.

“I ended up biting a pillow….Or two..”

You look around the white covered mess that looked like snow. You put a hand to your mouth as you look back at him with a soft smile.

“I ordered housekeeping. They should be here any minute.” he says quietly.

You nod and he watched greedily as the sheet falls from your body and move out of the bed. He sits on the edge of the bed, naked himself, and wraps his arms around your midsection which surprised you because you were really going to get dressed.

He only looked up at you and pressed a kiss on the side of your stomach. Then the side of your hip. You lean down and capture his lips. He took breaks from your lips as his eyes were squeezed shut but always chased for more as he kissed on more skin. The skin that wasn’t freshly bruised this time.

You climb on him and he’s slowly going backwards as your lips don’t disconnect. Both hands are firmly on your back and backside.

A loud but muffled knock startled you and he rested his lips on your neck before saying, “We have to get dressed.”

You stand with your tea cup as you watch the woman and man enter the home.

“This is Kaure and her husband Gustavo.” Edward introduced them to you and he introduces you to them.

Edward speaks to them fluently in a language that they spoke back in and they showed stand offish nature. They head to the bedroom where the mess was made, but making sure to steal peaks at you.

Edward pulls out a chair at a small table and you have a seat. His legs greedily touch yours as you both sit quietly with each other. He reached out for your hand and gently pressed it and holds it to his lips with two of his hands.

You look over and see Gustavo carrying large wooden pieces to the headboard out.

The woman timidly comes out with bags of the feathers that were spilled in the room. She especially, placed a careful eye on the both of you.

Edward held the hand lazily that rested on the table. You look up from your cup to see him contently watching you.

“I will replace it…I’m sorry.” he whispered.

You pull the hand that he was holding yours in, and press them to your own lips.

You spent time snorkeling with him. He didn’t need any assistance in oxygen but you were glad to let him lure you into such beautiful waters.

Wet and amazed by the sea life, you both sit in the warm and pale sand.

“Make a sandcastle with me.” you say as you grab a small bucket.

His skin shined and sparkled like the sand.

You fell on the tower that you both made and he laughs at you.

“Of course I messed it up.”

“It gives us an excuse to use the shower.” he says as he brushed the sand off of you.

You’re on his back as he makes his way back to the house.

The home was empty but tidied up.

After a long shower, you both fiddle around on the weighted keys on the piano.

“Do you think I could still…Enter a competition?” you ask in a whisper.

He stops playing which makes you stop.

“Y/N.” he says with a sigh.

“At least the one in Italy.”

“Are you out of your mind?” he asks. You sigh.

“I’m talking about when I’m changed…”

“That’s worse.” he says, biting back a mean tone, but you could tell it was on the edge.

“I could-“

“Y/N. It’s not happening…It would be nice if we don’t talk about this anymore…”

You sat still as he rises up from next to you. You watch as he takes a stand next to the piano instead, shoving his hands in his pockets as he stood still. You let your eyes fall to the keys in front of you.

The sound of the wall clock ticked and you stand as well.

You walk past him and you turned on the television. Sitting down on the couch, you watch a satire show.

Edward entered and seen your hands. They were tapping a bit. Rhythmically. You were too entrapped in the television to notice.

Sitting next to you, he takes your hand. The hand that’s now still, and pressed them to his lips. The smile you displayed made him feel a surge of warmth.

He caressed your face before he leaves out. You open your eyes from the sweet lip embrace you two had. He was gone.

A knock on the actual front door surprises you and Kaure, the housekeeper, looked frightened. You invite her in when she handed you a wrapped plate. It smelled deliciously strong.

“Thank you..Did you make this?” you ask sweetly.

She nods with a tight lip smile as she comes in. She takes your hand to grab your attention and shakes her head.

She begins to speak in a foreign language but shakes her head with a slight wag of her finger, “Do bad.”

“Who?” you ask. You wondered if someone was trying to do something bad to her but she didn’t look that scared. She looked like she was warning someone.

She points to the bedroom and points to the faded bruises on your arms. You got the idea.

“He’s my husband…Sorry that we got carried away.” you say shyly with slight embarrassment.

“Libishomen!”

You didn’t know what that meant but fear was deep in her eyes. The word held weight in her tongue.

Edward wasn’t surprised to see her when he came back in while you were watching a foreign, vintage romance film.

You whispered to each other on the couch as you’re snug sideways on his lap as she mopped the kitchen floor.

“She brought me a cooked plate. It was great.”

“It was a front. She came to see if I killed you.”

“She said something like Libish..Something.”

“Libishomen. A demon who preys exclusively on beautiful women.”

“Im beautiful?” you try to joke.

“Gorgeous.” he answers seriously.

You both lean in with a soft smile and you both don’t get to fall into the kiss because as soon as Edward places a kiss under your jaw, you hear her voice say, “No, sir!”

You’re startled and sit up as you look at her worried eyes and Edward rests his hand on your knee. He doesn’t look surprised.

She retreats back to the kitchen and you share a look with Edward.

“Come on, let me beat you in chess again.” he says and carries you up over his shoulder as you laugh.

Your queen takes his queen. You peak up at his face and it was killing you how much of a poker face he was displaying.

You throw up your hands slightly when he placed his rook right next to your king. He then lets you hear a chuckle before saying, “Check.”

You fake a yawn while stretching and push the board a bit away from you, showing no more interest in the game. It was clear he was going to win anyway.

“Boy, I sure am tired.” you say humorously as you obnoxiously fake yawn and he’s smiling as he clears the board.

“You’re tired?” he asks quietly.

You look at him.

He looks at you.

“Yeah.” you say quietly even though you weren’t. He doesn’t take his eyes off of you and it makes you overwhelming nervous as you display a shy grin as you come to a stand.

He stands as well. He lets you lead him back in the home as he holds on to some of your fingers. Kaure were gone.

She had left as you both were playing the game.

You both were very quiet as you followed him to the bedroom.

His satisfied groans as he looked at you made you nervously look back at him. Your underwear was around your ankle as your hands were steady on the bed. Back and forth he rubbed his hardened flesh against the wet center that held your shaky legs. His hands firmly on your hips and would caress your back.

You slowly raise your knee and press it on the bed, leaning forward with a breathy moan. He slowly followed you forward with his own wet kiss on your back. He makes sure to grope and hold you up with the front of your body. Your hands are still on the bed but your arms are trembling. You feel him push in slowly, he doesn’t let you fall forward.

Your hands grips the sheets in front of you as he made painfully slow but heavy pumps.

Your breaths became shaky like your body. Your legs couldn’t hold you up anymore so you both land forward with your chest pressed on the bed. Soon, you found yourself whining as his chest was pressed on your back as he still thrusted slowly but steadily. Legs were intertwined with each other’s as you shuddered uncontrollably. The slow and wet kisses in your ear and cheek didn’t help. Not with his breathy moans.

You wake up to whispering. Hisses. You slowly blink your eyes open.

Edward was in the room. However, he was clothed and pacing as he talked into an a communication object. His teeth gritted before rolling his eyes with an agitated groan.

He tossed it on the edge of the bed in defeat. He immediately knows that you’re awake. You get out of bed and he stands perfectly still.

“Are you okay?” you whispered. You were scared that he would blame himself for hurting you, but your body was fine. You knew it was fine because you remembered every second. Your wonders are disregarded as he held you to him possessively.

“I’m okay.” he says as he peered down at you, “Let’s just start our day.”

He doesn’t leave. He stays in the room as he watched you. You both get dressed.

“Edward. Tell me what’s wrong.” you say anxiously as you shake his still arm.

“What did whoever say?” you ask.

The look on his face was dripping with reluctance.

“We have to leave.”

“Wha…? What? Why?” you say as your heart quickened.

You catch up to him in the living room with a jog after you watch him hastily pack everything like a tornado. It wasn’t even ten seconds before everything was by the front door.

You slowly walk back to the bedroom and sit down on the bed with your arms crossed. You were starting to be upset. You didn’t want to go back to the real world. You both agreed to soak in every moment here. Just like that, you were awakened from your dream.

He kneels down and placed two hands on your knees. You don’t even look at him.

“They know. They know that the wedding happened…” he tells you.

“Who were you on the phone with?” you ask quietly.

“Alice….The Volturi are impatient.”

Your heart pounds in your ears.

“So..Are they coming?”

“No.” he says. You blink in relief.

“So, why are we leaving?” you asked emotionally.

“Alice saw Caius planning a search party to see if you had changed.”

You swallowed and shake your head with a furrow of your eyebrows. You remembered the tracker. Everything was unfair.

“Look at me…Please?”

You meet his golden gaze.

“Do you mind us settling in Alaska?”

“No….I don’t mind.” you say quietly. He then nods slowly but full of hope.

“I thought you didn’t like it there?” you ask because you didn’t want him to be forced somewhere he didn’t like.

“Only because of Tanya…” he tries to smile a bit but the situation was too serious, “I know how close you are to them. You need that especially right now…”

You nod.

“We even have a surprise waiting there for us.” he says trying to cheer you up.

Your smile was shaky but he understood. He pressed an affectionate kiss to you before you watch him leave out.

He watched you keep staring back at the disappearing home as you both walked out.

“It’s okay. We will be back.” he says trying to cheer you up. You nod.

He helped you back on in the boat after you both walked the dock.

After sleeping on the plane, you saw the mountains and the landscape that whizzed past you as the car drove.

The car stopped. You looked up at the beautiful home as you stood outside of the home.

“Esme’s wedding gift to us.” he tells you quietly.

A genuine smile formed on your face. Your arms were crossed as you slowly walk in and take in the new and warm home that you were going to share with your new husband. It really felt like home.

You sit down slowly on the bedroom bed. Your mind was still going a mile a minute.

“You don’t have to worry.” he says as he sits next to you.

You don’t say anything for a moment.

“So….Will they come here?”

“No…But, we instead go there.”

“To Italy?!” you ask in disbelief as you tilt your head to get a better look at him.

“You won’t be a human when we do…Alice says it’s best if we made a surprise visit. It will catch them off guard.” he says sadly. He heard your heart quicken.

“Nothing bad will happen to you.” he reassured quietly. He didn’t like it just as much as you, but he just couldn’t lie.

“How soon?” you ask.

“Not long.” he says quietly, you almost had to strain to make it reach your ears.

That night while he was gone, you talked to Rosalie.

“I want to give my cat to Charlie. He’s alone in that house.” you tell her over the phone. You were a bit sad but you knew that your new future wouldn’t allow your cat to be comfortable with you. You would rather give it to someone to help them just as much as it helped you.

“That’s nice of you.”

“But keep it anonymous. Make it seem like it’s a stray cat that won’t go away or something.”

“Okay. I will make the call for you and call your sitter.”

“Thank you.” you tell her sadly.

“So…Besides the parade being rained on..How was the honeymoon?”

You tell her how much you and Edward enjoyed yourselves, even telling her that it seemed like you both got to know each other even more. She seemed very happy for you. You could hear the smile in her voice.

“Marriage is fun. Especially with the person you love…I didn’t want you to change into one of us Y/N. But…I understand your circumstance.”

“Maybe…I would be able to be at ease after everything that’s going on is over.”

“The thing that worries me is with Aro and what he’s going to plan when he sees you.”

“Did Alice see anything?”

“I haven’t spoken to Alice after she told us what the Volturi were planning…I’m coming to visit you soon. I just have to talk to Edward.”

“Okay.”

The entire family came when you woke up that next morning.

You hug them and they all hug you tightly back. It sounded like collective wind chimes as they all spoke and told you how much they missed you and Edward.

Alice brought clothes.

“I need my sister to be the best dressed in Alaska.” she says with a bright smile.

You and Rosalie grin as you hang them up in your spacious closet.

Talks turned serious when Carlisle spoke to you and Edward in the office of the home.

“What we can do is give Y/N some anesthesia.” Carlisle speaks out.

Edward stared at you the entire time. His cold hand was tight but not tight enough to be painful.

“Why do I have to be knocked out?”

“It’s painful.” Edward says.

“How painful?” you ask.

“I don’t want to tell you.” he says as he shuts his eyes closed. He remembered the pain he was in, even in his delirious and sickly state.

“What happens when it wears off?” you ask curiously. The last thing you wanted was to be woken up in pain.

Carlisle rises up and Edward walks you to the room where they plan to make it happen. It looked like a home hospice. Carlisle points to an IV.

“I will give you more when needed.”

“Okay.” you sigh out as you look at the bed.

Edward looked like he was already in pain as he held your hand tight.

“You don’t have to do it while she’s awake, son.”

He kissed your forehead and the crown of your head.

“I don’t want to do it at all.” he says quietly. Carlisle gives him a look of sympathy.

You pause as you looked around.

“Should I fake…My death?” you wondered. Carlisle looks down for a moment before looking at you.

“…Do you want to?” Carlisle quietly asks.

The thought of never seeing your parents again frightened you. You didn’t know if you could do such thing. But then again, what if you blindly drained them due to being so hungry for blood?

“I don’t know.” you answer honestly. You then blink at Edward, “Will the others be here…?”

“Of course.” he whispered. He became sadder as the conversation progressed.

You nod.

“Y/N..You don’t have to fake your death….There’s ways around it.”

You stress that your parent is going to eventually want to see you.

“They will notice.” you say. “They will know that…Something is off about me.”

“You can still write and send letters…You’re too busy traveling.” Edward says.

You nod as he holds both of your hands.

“I feel like with good planning, things will be okay.” Carlisle says confidently.

“Where’s Siobhan when you need her?” you whispered. Two chuckles ring out.

“Things will be fine, Y/N. You will still be you. You will just have to say goodbye to human food.” he says. You smile.

You look to Edward.

You look to Carlisle.

“Can I talk to him…Alone?” you ask Carlisle.

“Of course. We’ll just come back.” he says and he’s off.

Edward sits in a chair and leans back.

“Edward?”

“Yes?”

You rub his shoulder. You then lean and kiss his cheek.

“Please, don’t be sad.” you whisper.

He forced a bright smile, “I’m not.”

“You’re not fooling anyone.” you whisper and he fades it away. He brings you to him and you sit sideways on his lap.

“I’d never thought I would be this stressed before.” he whispers to you.

A soft caress meets his cheek, “Don’t be stressed. I’m still right here.”

He reaches and caressed you cheek before cradling the side of your face. He blinked and keeps his eyes closed.

“Y/N. I will miss this…Your human reactions…You’ll be a monster..Like me.”

“You’re not a monster.”

“I was when I was a newborn. Something that you will be soon.”

“Aren’t you going to be there?”

“Every step of the way.” he says seriously. “I’m not leaving your side.”

You smile, “Okay then..You will make sure I don’t go crazy…You inspire me, Edward. You’re so smart and loving and I get to spend forever with you. Just you.”

He nods slowly.

“At least….There won’t be anymore love marks.” he whispered. You grinned.

“You’ve already mastered ways around them.” you say with breathlessness.

“I want you to still play piano with me.”

“Duh.” you say.

“That’s our thing.” he says. You nod.

“Promise me….Promise..That it’s our thing. You won’t forget about playing.”

You caress his face with the hand that had the promise ring on your hand and he kisses it.

“I promise…I would be crazy to…Plus, its our thing…Nobody plays as good as you.” you whisper confidently.

“You giving me a big head, Y/N.”

“Good.” you say and you both chuckle.

He hugged you as you lean into him.

You wondered if things would be different when you change. You wondered why Edward was a bit frightened of it all but you had good faith that him and the rest of the Cullens will be at your side. You just really wondered how everything will play out once you do change.

[lunajay33]

Waiting🖤

Summary: After decades of being alone without a love of his own he finally finds her in a gloomy town of forks, his brother Edward isn’t the only lucky one

Pairing: Emmett Cullen x f! Swan reader

Warning: angsty, fluffy sunshine Emmett

•Masterlist•

I never thought much about the future until suddenly the friends I adored most started relationships and left me in the past as if our friendship never even mattered, like their boyfriend was the most important thing

My sister and I use to be close as kids but when she moved away with our mom and rarely visited me and dad, who she regularly called Charlie, we grew apart leaving me feeling like I lost all my friends and my sister, after a while I grew depressed and I never wanted to leave the house, dad grew concerned and after many absent calls from school he allowed me to start home schooling myself and my grades have never been better

Most nights it was just me and Charlie some days I’d get the courage to go down to the reserve hang out on the beach with Leah, Seth and Jake, sometimes I’d go for hikes in the forest behind the house just to clear my head, but other than that I’d stay in my room listening to music, reading the books dad would bring home for me, and doing school work

That’s how life was for so many years, it was routine and it never bothered me and dad loved having me around, after Bella and mom left he was so broken and with my help, even as a little girl, I pulled him out of that deep dark hole and he became that Charlie that joked around and made me smile

But then dad got the call that Bella was moving back for the rest of highschool since mom would be traveling with Phil for baseball, hopeful that I could reconnect with my sister again

Dad and I picked out a new bed spread for her hoping she’d love it, and he even let me pick out a new book as a thank you for helping him out with getting everything ready for her arrival, after a few days it was time for dad to go pick Bella up from the airport in port angeles, I was a nervous wreck which was crazy I mean she’s my sister why should I be nervous

Finally the familiar sheriff cruiser pulled up in the drive way, I walked out the door with an umbrella quickly shuffling over to Bella to cover her from the rain knowing how she favoured the warm dry weather, complete opposite of me

“Welcome home Bella!” I smiled as we walked back inside as dad got her bags following closely behind

She shook off her coat and placed her little cactus down on the counter

“You’ve grown so much you’re a year younger but you’re already taller than me” she said as she hugged me

“Come on bells we’ll show you your room!” Dad said as he walked up the stairs with her bags

She settled in for the rest of the day until it was supper time, I set out the table and dished up our meal, dads game playing in the background as we ate

“So are you excited for school on Monday?” I asked

“Not really but atleast I’ll have you there”

“What? No im homeschooled remember”

“Well…..” dad drawled out

“Dad what did you do?” My heart was racing now at the implication

“I thought since Bella’s back now it would be good for you to get out there again, you need some experiences honey”

“But you know I have no one there, no one wants to be friends with me we’ve been over this”

“You might make new friends honey, give give it a chance for your old man” I sighed slumping back in my chair trying to wrap my head around having to socialize again

“Atleast you’ll be with me, dad said since your grades are so good you got bumped up a grade and can have some certain classes together, depending on our courses” that settled my anxiety a little

Bella and dad cleaned up from dinner as I sat out on the porch, in desperate need for fresh air to do its magic, only 2 more days and I’ll be back in a school again, who knows maybe some new kids have arrived and aren’t too set in their groups yet

Monday came quickly and I was a ball of nerves, I glanced in the mirror as made sure my hair was just the way I wanted, wearing a casual outfit, simple flared black leggings, a dark rich blue longsleeve with my old worn out dark brown carhartt jacket, quickly spraying my vanilla perfume

I walked down stairs to meet Bella in the kitchen, she grabbed an apple as she picked up her backpack from the table

“Are you ready to go?” She asked

“Almost can I make a tea quickly?” She nodded and I quickly wiped together a chai tea latte, grabbing my lunch from the fridge and meeting her in the truck dad had gotten for us but since I didn’t have my license, seeing as I never needed one before now, she would be driving us

The drive to school was calming, hearing the steady rain fall against the windshield, pulling into the parking lot everyone stared until we got out, I kept my eyes down as Bella led me to the schools main office

“Okay here’s your schedule, we have math together at the end of the day, the bells about to ring so I gotta head to world history are you good to find your way to chemistry?”

“Oh ummm yeah I’ll be fine”

“Okay see you at lunch” she smiled gently before she left down the hall

Looking at my schedule I memorized the room number hoping it wouldn’t be too hard to find, turning the corner I rammed into what felt like a brick wall, dropping my books I look infront of me to see the most beautiful guy I’ve ever seen, his eyes a golden amber, hair as dark as night and his skin as pale as snow

“Sorry about that, I haven’t seen you around before” he said soothingly as he handed me the books that had momentarily scattered the floor, not even realizing he had picked them up, too busy oogling him I suppose

“Oh yeah I’m just re-enrolling here again, just trying to find my class” he looked down at my schedule a striking smile adorning his face

“Come this way gorgeous, got the same class” walking along the mostly bare hallways I noticed his gentle glide, I’ve never seen such a…..well such a perfect human, obviously I was way out of my league if I could think he’d ever be interested in me, I mean I’m plain and simple what would he ever see in me, best I stay in my lane, but dad did want me to make friends so that couldn’t hurt….right?

We got to the classroom and the teacher assigned us to sit together, the class went by pretty boring, every now and then I’d take glances at Emmett and I swear he did the same but he was probably just looking at someone else, moments like this made me wish I was a beautiful as my sister, she never had a problem with guys wanting her, they basically drooled over her, even if she never acted on any offers she was still wanted

It felt like I was a living ghost most days, no one noticed me anywhere I’d go, a big reason I wanted to be homeschooled, now I’m thrown back into this miserable place, I’ll bet by lunch time Bella with have a table full of new friends while I sit alone, not even a second glance from anyone

Lunch time rolled around and as I entered the cafeteria I searched for Bella and just as I guessed she was surrounded with bright smiles, excited to get to know her, she glanced my way and I waved hoping she’d wave me over to sit but she just gave a half assed smile and got back to talking with her new friends, I felt my heart rip at that, thinking things would be different this time with her here but I guess I was wrong

I found an empty table near the windows and made myself comfortable for another lonely lunch, I pulled out my bag from my backpack but my appetite was lost and I had no desire to eat so I just pushed my lunch to the side and looked out the window just wanting to go home

{Emmett’s POV}

I couldn’t get her out of my head, she’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen and her blood sings to me, when she bumped into me in the hallway I felt my whole world shift, she didn’t talk much but just being near her felt right

Lunch came, my least favourite part of the day, having to pretend for an hour, I glanced around the cafeteria hoping to catch a glimpse of my mate again, my eyes landed on her sat alone looking glum a few tables down, the others followed my gaze and smiled knowingly

“Who’s she?” Rosalie asked

“I think she’s my mate”

“Her thoughts are overwhelming loud” Edward stated

“What do you mean?” I asked nervously

“She’s not the happiest girl, I can hear how depressed she is, how unwanted she feels”

“I can feel how broken her heart is” Jasper added

This has to be the worst feeling knowing the one I’m suppose to love unconditionally and she is quite perfect in my eyes, has been broken and feels unloved

I got up from the table and made my way to her sliding in the seat across from her, her eyes were so glazed over with sadness she didn’t even realize I sat down

{Normal pov}

“So how’s your first day?” I jumped snapping out of my thoughts noticing Emmett is sat across from me

“Oh sorry I didn’t see you, ummm today has been fine I guess, thanks again for helping me earlier”

“It’s not problem, umm I was wondering maybe if you’re not too busy this weekend if you’d wanna hang out?” My heart raced at this

“Really? You wanna hang out with me?”

“Yeah of course, who would wanna spend time with the most beautiful girl in the school” his smile warmed my heart but quickly faded at a realization

“Is this a prank, because if it is it’s cruel” I said as my bottom lip wobbled

“No what? I would never do something like that I really wanna get to know you, so how about after school on Friday I’ll meet you in the parking lot and we can go do something?”

“Okay……sure id really like that” his face beamed with excitement

“Perfect it’s a date then gorgeous”

This felt surreal there’s no way there wasn’t a catch here, how could someone wanna spend their free time with me, but like Charlie said it doesn’t hurt to try, I just hope this doesn’t break my heart more

Part 2

[incorrectbatfam]

Bruce goes to meet the other fathers? Have a barbecue with Clark, Oliver, Berry and talk about their kids?

"Damian told me that I was cool, it's been a while since one of my kids told me that" or "Mia is doing so well at school these days"

those moments when they are all (old men) father proud of the mess the kids are?

The dads: *lounging on beach chairs*

Clark: It's nice to finally get a day off. I think Jon needed it more than me. He's still reeling from growing up and suddenly turning back into a kid again.

Ollie: How'd that happen, anyway?

Duke, walking by: That's just this blog.

Clark: What?

Duke: Nothing. Hey, B, can we use the jacuzzi?

Bruce: Sure, go ahead.

Duke: *gives Emiko a thumbs up*

Emiko: *drains the jacuzzi*

Harper and Cullen: *start cleaning the pipes*

Ollie: I know how you feel, Clark. Roy's the happiest I've seen him with Lian back but it's still a big change. We're working on getting her enrolled in school this fall so she can catch up on what she's missed.

Roy: *sprays the tub with disinfectant*

Jason: *dries it with a leaf blower*

Hal: Speaking of changes, Jaime graduated with honors. I know he's not my kid but I can't help but feel like a proud uncle. Kyle got a new concept artist job, by the way, and I think he really likes it.

Jaime: *turns the jacuzzi back on*

Kyle: *sets up folding tables*

Barry, chuckling: Bart tried to enter a marathon the other day.

Clark: Kon wanted to pay money to go skydiving. I don't get it.

Aquaman: I remember when Kaldur joined an amateur scuba class at that age. Perhaps it's an attempt to feel more human.

Bruce: It's easy for us to forget sometimes too.

Kon, carrying a giant pot: Boiling hot soup, coming through!

Kon: *pours it into the jacuzzi*

Cass: *adds spices*

Tim, with a clipboard: One down, eleven more to go. Bart, stop eating the ingredients.

Bart: It's just tofu.

Tim: That's for Damian. What's he gonna do now, starve?

Bruce: Dick's been coming home more often lately. I can tell Alfred's really happy when he sees us all together.

Dick: *drapes tablecloths over the tables*

Wally: *sets up plates*

Steve, walking in: Mind if I join? Diana's running a little late so she sent me and the girls ahead.

Clark: Of course, feel free.

Donna, holding a basket: Where do these vegetables go?

Barbara: I'll take them. Could one of you get some spoons from the kitchen?

Cassie: On it.

Steve: So where are all the ladies?

Bruce: They're in the living room. Selina's showing off her latest... um... collection. Alfred has tea in the kitchen if you want some.

Steve: Don't mind if I do.

Yara: Should I put the meat in now?

Jon: One sec.

Jon: *scoops some soup aside*

Jon: You're good now. I just needed a vegetarian portion for Dami.

Kon: MORE SOUP COMING!

Ollie: Honestly, I'm surprised everyone's doing fairly well given the industry we're in.

Steph, leading a crowd into the yard: And here's where our main event will be.

Bette: *checking names off a guest list*

Bette: That's almost everyone. Wonder Woman and Martian Manhunter are gonna be a little late. Avery's on a mission in Shanghai so she can't make it. Beast Boy and Raven stopped to buy desserts. And the We Are Robin kids just got stuck on a stalled subway train but they should be here pretty soon.

Clark: I think it's a matter of good mentorship and giving them plenty of time and space to get acclimated to the superhero lifestyle.

Jesse: *making lemonade*

Ace: *fills the coolers with ice*

Garth and Kaldur: *handing out drinks*

Barry: And giving them plenty of room to grow at their own pace.

Hal: Very true.

Bruce, sighing contently: You can't help but be proud of them.

The kids, chanting: HOT POT! HOT POT!

[qdbs-writes]

How do you think the Cullens would act around a disinterested crush? Maybe they're fated but reader isn't having it lol

(I love your twilight writing btw thank God someone is still doing it 🤤🤤)

ah it has been many moons since I've gotten a twilight request yay!

Cullen Clan Reacting To Their Crush Being Disinterested In Them

Carlisle Cullen

Being alive for just over 400 years tends to give one a good perspective on life and the bigger picture, and Carlisle sure has a pretty good idea of how all things pan out. So you're not interested in him? That's fine, Carlisle can wait for as long as you need to change your mind.

In the meantime, Carlisle will continue to maintain your friendship and continue to show just how hard he's worked to become the kind caring father figure he is. He knows you'll fall for him, eventually.

Esme Cullen

Obviously, she's not going to stop caring about you just because you don't return her feelings. But she might switch up how she shows her affection.

Rather than flirty winks and suspiciously candle-lit wine tastings, she'll back up to more traditionally motherly affections. Making sure you're eating right, baking cookies, etc. And of course, giving you homemade soup when you're sick is still one of her favourite things to do, no need to stop now.

Edward Cullen

Of course, you're not interested, how could anyone love a monster like him? Who did he think he was, thinking he was worthy of your love? Or so his inner monologue goes.

But it's really not that dramatic, it almost never is, Edward just sprung his crush on you suddenly and it caught you off guard. It was largely the excessively long preamble about how he was an irredeemable murderer that put you off first, but of course, he won't realise that until considerably later.

Rosalie Hale

She's a little relieved actually. All her mortal and immortal life, Rosalie has been aggressively pursued by people she wasn't particularly interested in, so the fact that she can crush on someone who isn't really that interested is a wonderful change of pace.

For the first time ever, Rosalie has butterflies in her stomach, she fumbles with her words when she speaks to you, and she feels like a silly, mortal teenage girl again, begging her mother to let her go to the dance just so she can sneak away to catch a glimpse of someone just like you.

Emmett Cullen

You and Emmett had been good friends for a while so when he casually drops a blissful "We should get married" into the conversation, you initially choke on your drink in laughter.

Emmett's a little heartbroken that you'd laugh at something like that, considering that he was being 100% serious. But since you've known him, the both of you have been constantly cracking up jokes, trying to get on each other's nerves, so no wonder you thought this was another one of his pranks. He decides to take this reaction as a blessing, you have no idea he's actually into you, now he knows he has to work out a different way to confess his feelings for you.

Alice Cullen

She's a little confused obviously, having multiple visions of the two of you in a romantic relationship kind of gave her the impression that it might've been going to come true, but your disinterest says something else altogether.

But the worst part is that those damn visions of you and her together keep coming back, taunting her, luring her in deeper to despair with the thoughts of what might be. It's all getting so intense, so she decides to skip town for a bit, see if that changes anything, or at least helps her clear her head.

Jasper Hale

Oh well, so you're not interested in a romantic relationship, so what? Doesn't mean you can't still be friends. Doesn't mean he can't be the charming Southern gentleman he is. Doesn't mean he can't still pull out chairs or open doors for you. Or send anonymous bouquets to your house. Or leave your favourite snacks in your locker when you're having a rough day. Of course not.

It doesn't mean he can't worry about other people who might want to date you. Doesn't mean he can't scare off people who'd be bad for you. I mean, what else are friends for?

[yandere-daydreams]

Screening: Invasion of the Body Snatchers (1978).

Pairing: Yandere!Carlisle Cullen x Reader (Twilight).

Word Count: 2.1k.

TW: Wildly Unbalanced Power Dynamics, Medical Malpractice, Blood, Controlling Behavior, Deliberate Social Isolation, Misuse of Prescription Drugs, and Generalized Twilight. Dead Dove: Do Not Eat.

It might’ve just been the isolation getting to you, but you were starting to think that your doctor wasn’t completely human.

Not that you’d ever say so out loud. At best, it was awful thing to think about a man who’d only ever been kind to you and, at worst, it proved yet another symptom to your ever-developing, ever-worsening illness had cropped up and would need further treatment to correct. You knew better than to say things that would make you seem more sick than you already were, but it was hard to stop yourself from lingering on the idea – especially considering you only had books, sleep, and his company to pass the endless time. Admittedly, it’d been a while since you’d seen another person, but you could’ve sworn he was paler than he should’ve been, to the point of bloodlessness. He never ate or drank around you, but sometimes when he spoke, the light would catch on his teeth in a way that made them look too sharp, too prominent. You might’ve been dreaming, but once, after you took your medicine but just before you fell asleep, you swore you saw him taking the cap off of the blood sample he’d taken a few minutes prior, like he planned to do something aside from—

You heard a door open and instantly, your paranoia was dismissed in favor of more interesting stimuli. In this case, that came in the form of your doctor, Carlisle Cullen, stepping into your bedroom, an inhumanly perfect smile already painted across his inhumanly perfect lips.

…maybe you should tell somebody about your little conspiracy. If only to be absolutely sure that you were really losing your mind.

“Good morning,” he said, and it occurred to you that you hadn’t thought to check the time, yet. Your life existed in three states: alone, asleep, and with Carlisle. Only that last one really mattered – the other two could easily be lumped into the same category helpfully labeled ‘waiting for Carlisle’s next visit’. “Have you been keeping yourself busy?”

“I’ve only been awake for a couple hours,” you explained, shrugging as he took his usual seat in the chair left next to your bed. He was always polite enough to ask about the boring details of your day, and you were always embarrassed enough to skirt around just how little you had the energy for. Most of the time, it was all you could do to pull yourself out of bed and yourself to eat before retreating back into your little safe haven. On a good day, you’d be able to go for a walk, maybe respond to a few of the calls you were constantly missing, but most days weren’t very good. “Reading, mostly. Thanks again for the recommendation.”

The book he’d lent you – a dry historical drama with characters as bland as water and a plot as boring as sin – sat open on your lap, but you’d only gotten through half a chapter before giving up. It was hard to believe Carlisle was only a few years older than you, sometimes. You couldn’t imagine how someone who seemed so young could have such awful taste.

Still, he looked pleased, his pleasantly aloof expression taking on a defined note of satisfaction. “It’s important to keep your mind occupied while your body’s recovering. You wouldn’t want to waste all of my hard work by letting yourself die of boredom, now, would you?”

“No, doctor.” It was stupid to try, but he’d set himself up for it. You couldn’t seem to stop yourself, your heart beating just a little faster as you grasped blindly for the impossible. “You know, there’s this friend of mine who keeps asking when she’ll be able to visit, and I thought it might help pass the time if—”  

“You’ll have to find a way to let her down.” Carlisle’s voice was smooth, calm. You did your best not to sulk, but still, he let out a labored sigh, only a touch too professional to roll his eyes. “It’s for the best. It’s good that you stay active, but you know what’ll happen if you overexert yourself, don’t you?”

Vaguely. It was hard to remember the details of your condition, and you weren’t in the mood for another lecture. “I do, doctor.”

“And you’re going to behave your check-up, aren’t you?”

“I am, doctor.”

“And that’s why you’re my favorite patient.” Your compliance was rewarded with a beaming smile, an appeased nod as he pulled his old-fashioned leather doctor’s bag into his lap. “We better make good on that promise before you change your mind, then.”

You didn’t protest. Honestly, you didn’t say much of anything. You never talked during your exam, preferring to let Carlisle go through the necessary motions with as little interference as possible. Instead, he filled the silence with mindless chatter about his children and how they were doing at the local public school, the hospital’s ongoings since you were unofficially discharged, and your favorite – Forks’ particularly colorful smalltown gossip, from the sheriff’s wayward daughter moving back into town to the spike in bear sightings on the local hiking paths. “It’ll be a busy week,” he mentioned, as he finished taking your blood pressure. “You might have some unexpected company, after all.”

At that, you perked up. You met nearly all of Carlisle’s assistants (medical students, you guessed, judging by their ages) by now, and even if you didn’t care for all of them, it was still nice to see someone other than him. Your least favorites were the dark haired twins – the wiry boy who always seemed to be biting back a smirk and the pixie-like girl who always acted like she knew something you didn’t – and you were particularly fond of the blonde girl… Rosemary, or maybe Rosaline. She was nice, compassionate, kind enough to keep you company even when Carlisle wasn’t in the room. More importantly, she brought interesting books – romance and horror, novels like Dracula and Carmilla and Interview with a Vampire, always handing over with a sweet smile and a hushed reminder not to let Carlisle know she was breaking his rules. Looking back on it, you probably shouldn’t have accepted anything she tried to give you. You would’ve hated for her to get in trouble just because she was trying to be nice.

Rather than voicing your overwhelming bias, you watched intently as he slipped the loose cuff off of your arm, tucking it back into his bag and removing something else, something long and silver and sharp. Immediately, your gaze shot back to your lap, your throat going dry in an instant. The next time you managed to spit something out, it was nearly too quiet to be audible. “…is there any chance we could, uh, I don’t know,” You paused, shrunk into yourself. “…skip the phlebotomy, this time?”

Carlisle’s answer was as swift as it was ruthless. An airy laugh, a jagged twist to this smile as he took up the needle properly and turned it over in his hand, looking for defects. It was already attached the glass syringe and, even worse, an empty vial; just a touch bigger than you remembered it being, the day before. “And take that kind of risk? How little do you think of me, (Y/n)?”

“It’s not you, it’s just—I already feel a little faint, and you take one every day, and—” You cut yourself off, inhaling sharply. “I just don’t know if it’s really necessary. Considering how careful you are and everything.”

“You’re right, I am careful. Which is exactly why I have to do this each and every time I come to see you.” He sighed, shook his head – suddenly more of a patronizing, paternal figure than any kind of medical professional, let alone peer. “You understand, don’t you? Without regular testing, your condition may worsen, and if you get any sicker than you are now…” You stiffened as he trailed off, bracing yourself. You knew what came next, what always came next.

“You’ll have to go back to the hospital, angel.”

It was strange, how a voice as smooth and as beautiful as his could be so difficult to listen to.

You didn’t like Carlisle. You hated his condescending smile, his repetitive rambling, his terrible taste in books and his creepy little students. You hated how little he let you do, how he talked about your illness – always skirting around the details, never giving you enough information to know whether you were on the verge of dying or a few days away from making a full recovery. No, when you were honest with yourself, you didn’t like him. Hated him, even.

But you couldn’t go back to the hospital, with its blank white walls and sobbing patients and strange, mind-altering drugs that put your sleep and made you feel like someone was biting into your throat. It’d been a miracle when Carlisle first told you about his domestic services, when he offered to have you discharged in exchange for only the promise that you wouldn’t seek care that didn’t come from him. Arrangements were made, your rent and bills taken over by some nameless, faceless local charity, and for the first time in months, you got to go home. You could live with Carlisle and his once weekly, now daily check-ups. You could live with the fact that you didn’t remember the last time you’d gotten to make a decision for yourself.

And, if you had to, you could live with paying for your freedom in blood, too. As long as it meant you didn’t have to go back to that terrible place.

Once again, you didn’t say anything, but you didn’t resist as he sighed and ran a sterilizing pad over your forearm, the antibiotic strong enough to burn. You clenched your eyes shut, but that did nothing to block out the feeling of a thin elastic band being wrapped around the crook of your elbow, of his needle pushing through your skin and burrowing into the vein underneath it. There was a second of pressure, of knotted soreness, and then, the syringe was gone and you were left feeling just a little colder, just a little more empty than you had before.

Even after opening your eyes, you kept them trained on your lap. You easily could’ve spent the rest of his visit in silence, but metal clinked against glass as he rushed to cap his vial and suddenly, you needed to hear the sound of your own voice. “I think I might be getting paranoid,” you managed, with a breath of a laugh. “For a few minutes this morning, I was able to convince myself that you were… I don’t know, an alien studying humanity, or something.”

“If I was, I’m sure that I would still pick you as the best possible specimen for my examination.” It was hollow comfort, but you smiled anyway, nodding along. Your medication came next, in the form of a small, chalky white pill that you still struggled to swallow under Carlisle’s vigilant gaze. You managed to choke it down, though, and as always, the effects were instant; a sudden clearness, blankness, followed shortly by an exhaustion so thick and so heavy, you couldn’t remember what it’d ever felt like not to be tired. You tried to hold yourself up, but faltered – buckling under your own weight. Carlisle chuckled as he caught you, helping you lay down with a soft squeeze to your shoulder, a feather-light kiss to the top of your head. “Sleep, angel. It’s good for you.” And then, his grin still pressing into your scalp. “And try not to dream about vampires, this time.”

So he did know about Rosalie’s books. Pouting, you shrunk into yourself, letting him drag the comforter over your abruptly immobile body as your eyes eased shut, as he pulled away – a vial of your blood still warm in his hand. It would’ve been impossible to stop yourself from falling asleep, but you managed to stave off unconscious long enough to watch him remove the vial’s carefully applied seal, to unscrew the air-tight cap with the kind of tenderness you’d only seen him use while taking your temperature or petting his fingers through your hair after he thought you were already too far gone to remember. He did a lot of things when he thought you weren’t looking, didn’t he? You’d never really noticed that, before.

Through your eyelashes, you watched him bring the vial to his lips before everything went dark.

[flippinpancakes64]

Hello! I love your stuff and I wanted to request their response to:

Reader: Let me take care of you.

Them: It's rotten work...

Reader: Not to me...not if it's you.

Keep writing! You're amazing! (And I need something to read while I stay up)

Taking care of the Cullens

Ok ngl this ask has me giggling and kicking my feet

Jasper let me take care of you 😡😭❤️

Uhm and remember in my request rules thing where I said I don’t do narratives… i might be a big fat liar cause that’s what I did here… don’t come for me

And thank you so much for the kind words! Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy!

Edward:

We all know he has a bit of a complex when it comes to his worth and his humanity

He tends to get in his own head a lot

Especially when it comes to you and your relationship

He doesn’t really get jealous in the normal sense

He just sort of gets sad when he sees you with other people

It’s one day after school and Edward seems to be avoiding you. You’re sitting at the table with Emmett, Alice, Esme, and Jasper playing a card game.

Only Edward is nowhere to be found.

The game finishes, Alice winning and Emmett immediately going into ranting mode about how it’s rigged. You excuse yourself to go check on him.

You find him upstairs in the piano room, plunking away on the keys mindlessly. If he wasn’t a vampire and you didn’t know better, you would say he didn’t even notice you enter the room.

You stood behind him for a while, watching as his fingers danced over the ivory keys.

“It sounds beautiful” you say.

He doesn’t respond.

“Edward, what’s the matter? You’ve hardly spoken to me all day.”

“Do you ever wish I was human?”

The question catches you off guard.

“To wish for you to be human would be to change you, and I happen to love you just the way you are.”

He huffs, his fingers halting.

“But don’t you wish I was warm? Don’t you wish I could eat the foods you like, actually sleep next to you at night, grow old with you?”

You sit down next to him at the stool and take his hands in your own.

“What were you like when you were human?”

The change of subject seems to catch him off guard, his face twists slightly as he thinks. He pauses for a beat before answering.

“I was a bit of a troublemaker. My mom always said I was giving her grey hairs way too early. I didn’t do any of my schoolwork, I just wanted to go and be free.”

“Hm, sounds like the you that could sleep, eat, and grow old was a bit of a wild card. Not really my type. You know I prefer the sophisticated, musical type.”

He laughs at that, hanging his head down to press a kiss to your joined hands.

“So what you’re saying is you like the version of me without a soul better,” he says bitterly. You frown at that.

“No, I’m saying I like the you that I have now. I love you, Edward. I would never trade you for anyone else in the world whether they have a pulse or not.”

He’s quiet for a moment.

“You know this is how it will always be, right? I’ll always be here, trying some new way to push you away from me. To make you realize that you deserve better.”

“And I’ll always be here to take care of you and make sure you know that my mind will never change.”

“Taking care of me for the rest of your life… talk about the worst job you could get.”

“Only it won’t be a job. Not for me. Not when it’s for you.”

He looks at you then, finally. His big, black eyes staring into yours.

You’ve wished it before, but in this moment you wish you were the one who could read his mind instead of the other way around.

“You’re so stupid,” he smiles, and leans in for a kiss.

Maybe one day he’ll fully believe you.

Alice:

Alice has a tendency to shut down whenever there’s too much going on

Too many people are on the cusp of making decisions that could change their lives

It seems that every person she meets on the street has a vision attached

She can’t take it anymore

You find her curled up in a ball in her room, the TV playing a program you don’t think she’s watching.

Around her are scattered sketchbook pages, each one hastily ripped from the pad and thrown to the floor.

On these pages are drawings of buildings, people, animals, and tragedies. You catch the face of a woman who’s screaming as a bullet heads straight for her face. In another is an open room with a small grenade in the center.

No wonder she’s been so upset.

None of the pages show joy, every single one a warning of a disaster that’s just waiting to happen.

In front of her, there’s a stack of drawings that she’s flipping through. On one of them you catch what looks like your face, only it’s contorted in a scream. In another you see Jasper, but you can’t make out what’s around him.

“Alice,” you call out, and her head whips up. Maybe she hadn’t heard you like you thought she did. “What’s wrong?”

She looks at you like a deer in headlights for a moment, before her eyes glance back down to the papers in front of her.

“There’s nothing wrong. Not yet, at least.”

Her tone is grave. You can hear the desperation for an answer, or at least a break.

You sigh, and move to sit next to her. You reach to take the stack of papers from her, meeting no resistance. If she wanted to keep them from you, she could. But she knew now that fighting you was always going to be useless.

“Alice, I know you can’t control the fact that you see these visions. But you can control how much you obsess over them. This isn’t healthy.”

“I don’t need to be healthy. I can’t die or get sick.”

You sigh again. “That’s not what I mean and you know it. You can’t keep withering away in here obsessing over what might happen.”

“But-“

“No buts.” You say, throwing the stack of papers to the side. “How long ago did you have these visions?”

She thinks for a moment.

“Yesterday, I think.”

“Alright. Have they happened yet?”

“Well, no…”

“From what you saw, are they still a possibility now?”

“…they are… a very low possibility…”

You could see her reluctantly piecing together your words, clearly not wanting to admit her mistake out loud.

“Look, Alice, you know that I’m always touched by you looking out for me, but in moments like this I need to look out for you too.”

She looks into your eyes, then hangs her head again.

“But that’s not how it’s supposed to be. My gift, I should be the one taking care of you-“

“No. There is no ‘supposed to’ anything. Humans aren’t ‘supposed to’ be with vampires and yet here we are. So please just come with me and watch a movie or cuddle or something?”

She looks at you again, then. Staring into your eyes, then glancing around her room, at all of the papers, then back to you. She smiles slightly and floats up to her feet.

“Fine. But I’m picking the movie.”

Jasper:

This is a man who needs some serious love and reassurance

He’s always on edge around you, even if he plays it off like he isn’t

He’s just always so scared of hurting you or doing something wrong

And a lot of the time that manifests as him isolating himself to try and get you to leave him

It was gonna be one of those nights again.

A night that you would spend alone in the bed you were supposed to be sharing with the love of your life, Jasper.

But no. On a night like this, he’s out in the woods, far, far away. Stewing in his feelings and brooding.

You don’t even remember anything happening this time. Sometimes something can set him off; a jab from someone at school, a hug he gave you that ended up being WAY too tight, anything really. Anything that reminds him of how he’s not supposed to be with you.

But right about now, you’re sick of it.

The Cullens have taken to being quieter at night since you’ve started sleeping over a lot more, but you know they’re all here- all except for the one you want.

So it being 2 am won’t bother any of the other residents of the house. You roll out of bed and march your way over to the door, throwing it open (politely) and stomping down the steps.

Emmett is the first one you see, and you decide he’ll be perfect for the job anyway.

“What’s got you going, firecracker?” He asks.

“I need you to go find Jasper and bring him to me. Now. I need to talk to him,” you couldn’t help the anger and frustration that seeped into your voice. Lack of sleep will do that to you.

Emmett stood up straight and gave a stupid salute, “One loner coming right up, boss.”

And with that he was out of the door, and you trudged back upstairs to wait for your boyfriend.

You were laying in the bed, still trying desperately to go to sleep when you heard a light knock on the door. Your eyes flicked open to see Jasper standing in the doorway, looking completely out of place and uncomfortable.

All of your anger left instantly, all you saw was the sweet man who was far too worried for his own good.

You sighed and scooted over, patting the spot next to you.

“Come here, Jasper.”

A look of what could only be described as fear flashed across his face before he shook his head and muttered a small, “i can’t.”

You sighed again and stood up, making your way over to him. When you reached him, you stretched your arms out to take his face in your hands, his eyes wouldn’t meet yours.

“Look, Jas, I don’t know what you’re thinking, but I have a pretty damn good idea. You’re not gonna hurt me.”

“You don’t know that,” he says, looking into your eyes, something about the black made him look more human, more scared. “Vampires are already dangerous, but I’m the worst of the worst. You’ve found yourself a faulty cannon amongst rifles, darling.”

You frowned at his analogy, squeezing his perfect face in your hands.

“You are NOT faulty, you hear me? You are perfect. Perfect for me, at least.”

“The perfect man for you wouldn’t be tearing himself up inside trying not to kill you.”

“And a lesser man would have already done it.” He was shocked at that, stunned into silence. He hung his head slightly, not meeting your eyes once more.

“And what if I do hurt you one day? Would you ever forgive me? Could I ever forgive myself?”

“I don’t think you will. But if you do, Carlisle will put me back together and I’ll jump right back into your arms.”

His eyes bore into your soul as he stared at you like you were crazy.

“Why the hell would you do that? Come running right back to me?”

“To make sure you don’t hate yourself for too long. Now come on, I’m tired and I can’t sleep without my personal AC unit.”

He looked at you with disbelief. You knew he didn’t believe you, you don’t know if he ever will.

But that’s okay. You’ll keep him right here, and pull him back to you every time he runs away.

Eventually, he’ll understand that you love him.

Rosalie:

The topic of kids has always been a very touchy one for Rosalie

It’s all she’s ever wanted, and all that she still wants

Most days, the pain is not too much of an issue

But some days, it just gets to be too much

You and Rosalie were walking down the street, hand in hand as you strolled by the different shops and food stands.

The city was busy today, many young couples out and about, shopping, talking, kissing far too passionately to be in public, the usual.

“Rose, do you mind if we sit down for a bit? These shoes Alice chose for me look really nice, but they are so uncomfortable.”

She giggled, but nodded and led you both to a bench. You sat down with a heavy sigh, finally getting off of your feet after what felt like forever (even though it was only about an hour).

Across the way in the little park you’ve both found yourself in, a young couple is sitting on a bench.

The woman has long, flowing, blonde hair that frames her face in loose curls. She’s wearing a gorgeous floral-patterned dress, and on her left hand is quite possibly the biggest, gaudiest ring you have ever seen.

To her right, a man sits, one who bears a striking resemblance to you, regardless of gender.

And in the middle, a little baby. A perfect mix of the two, her hair and his eyes, her nose and his jawline, all swaddled in a cute little onesie.

You’re about to turn to Rosalie to point out the cute baby (she always loves to look and maybe go touch it if the parents allow her to) when you see that she’s already looking.

Her face is grave, like she’s looking at her own headstone. Her face is twisted in grief, and she looks on the verge of tears.

It takes you a second to connect the dots, but once you do, your heart clenches for her.

That woman looks like her, reminds Rosalie of herself. And the man looks like you. And that baby is what she wants, all she’s ever wanted. What she can’t have.

Babies are always hard for her, but this struck a deep chord.

“Rose… do you wanna go home?” You ask softly, not wanting to come off as pushy.

“…”

“Come on, let’s go,” you grab her arm to pull her up, she goes with you, but keeps her head craned back to the young couple the whole time.

Once you’re far away, she breaks down. You’ve never seen a vampire cry, and that’s probably because they can’t. But if they could, Rosalie would be sobbing.

You know it’s bad because she doesn’t even care that she falls to the floor in this dirty, nasty alleyway. Normal Rosalie would rather die 100 times over than get her clothes dirty, especially here.

You sit down next to her, letting her dry heave and gasp into your shoulder, her wails breaking your heart.

You’re helpless here. Cause what can you really do? You can’t give her a kid, she can’t give you one either. You can’t go back in time and stop her from being killed. And you can’t go back and steal that baby from that couple (even though you kind of really want to).

So you just hold her.

You run her hair, pat her back, kiss her head, and whisper into her ear. How much you love her, how she’s perfect, how it’s okay, how you don’t think less of her.

Once she’s calmed down and her breathing has slowed, she looks up at you.

“I’m so sorry. You shouldn’t be seeing this side of me.”

“What? I want to be here for you, Rose. I know I can’t fix this for you, but at least I can-“

“Fix it? Darling, don’t worry about fixing me. I’m already completely broken, there’s nothing to fix.”

With that you just take a moment to look at her. Her face screams that she is broken. In her soul, at least. Her and Edward are a lot more similar than they like to think.

“Rosalie. You are not broken. There is nothing wrong with you.”

She scoffs at that. “I’m not human. I’d say that’s pretty wrong. Not to mention the fact that I can’t even look at a couple with a baby and not want to violently kill someone.”

“And that’s okay.”

She scoffs again.

“No, really, Rose. I mean it. I’m never ever going to think less of you for something like this. You went through something I can never even imagine and now you’re left to pick up the pieces. Just let me help you.”

She looks at you, her eyes staring into yours. The grief that she’s feeling is evident. But deep in her eyes, you see a touch of something else. Trust, maybe.

“You know, you’re gonna be picking up pieces for the rest of your life.”

“That’s okay, I don’t mind. Not if it’s you.”

Emmett:

He likes to pretend to be all big and bad all of the time

But in reality, he's still a person

He just has a hard time remembering that sometimes

You don't know where he got all of that energy from.

I mean, realistically, you know that he can never get tired.

But really, even for a vampire this was unnatural.

Some nobody in school had challenged him to an arm wrestle. Of course, he can never resist. He grabbed the guy's hand and prepared to pummel him, only to flinch and have his hand thrown down against the wood of the desk.

The guy had one of those fake shock things in his hand, and as soon as Emmett clamped down it vibrated like crazy.

To say he was pissed would be an understatement.

And now he was taking all of that anger out on the trees around the Cullen house.

"That-" punch "fucking-" punch "ASSHOLE!" punch punch punch

It had been days. And you were honestly getting worried. He hadn't hunted in those days, much less came inside the house. You're surprised the park ranger hasn't come knocking yet.

You heard a hollowed cracking sound and looked to see Emmett standing triumphantly as a rather large oak tree fell to the ground, followed by a guttural roar from the man.

"Emmett," you called, barely above a whisper. But you know he heard you. "Come over here please."

He looks at you with a slightly guilty look, the anger from before fading away as he hangs his head and trudges over to you. He stops just a few feet in front of you, lamely kicking the rocks beneath his toes as he avoids your eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s that stupid fucking guy-“

“No,” you stop him, putting your hand up to silence him. “What’s actually wrong? Don’t tell me you’re seriously this pissed about losing an arm wrestling match with some nobody.”

He just stood there in silence for a second. You took this chance to stand up and grab his face in your hands, instantly he leaned in, perching his head on your palms.

“I just… need to be strong. That’s what I am, I need to be strong,” he whispered, his voice coming out shy and meek.

You just smiled at him sadly and rubbed his cheek.

“I can be strong too you know. So every once in a while you can let me take care of you instead.”

He laughed at that.

“You, strong? As if. I could fold you in half!”

You punched him lightly in the arm.

“You jerk! I’m trying to be sentimental!”

He laughed again and grabbed your hands, bringing them back up to their previous spot cradling his face.

“Ok ok, serious sentimental time.”

You just laughed and kissed him.

Esme:

She has a bad habit of overreacting

Just a dash of anxiety

So when something-anything happens to you, she freaks out

This is bad.

Like really, really bad.

You were supposed to be driving to go see Esme at the Cullen house, but of course your piece-of-shit car decided that now would be a perfect time to break down.

Too far away from home to walk back, too far away from the Cullens to walk there, and the nearest anything was also too far.

Not to mention the snow covering the ground didn’t really entice you to get out of your still-warm car.

So you tried calling someone to come get you.

Only, of course there’s no service out here because why would there be.

Just your luck.

You weigh your options, and decide that walking is just gonna have to do.

You didn’t pack a winter coat because you didn’t think you’d be outside for this long, but you had a blanket stored in your backseat and it was better than nothing.

So off you trekked through the freezing cold winter storm to the Cullen house.

Inside, Esme was (in)patiently waiting.

Your favorite meal was waiting for you, already plated and getting colder by the second on the dining room table.

You said you were on your way 30 minutes ago. It takes about 30 minutes to get from your house to their house.

So where were you?

Her ears perked at the sound of a slowly beating heart coming from down the driveway.

It didn’t sound like one of the foxes or deer that roam around this time of year. No, it sounded a bit bigger, a bit more human.

She was out the door in a flash. Before anyone had the chance to ask what she was doing she was by your side.

“Oh my god, honey, why are you out here?!”

“An angel…” and then you collapsed.

Cue Esme absolutely freaking the fuck out.

She has you in front of a lit fireplace, a heating blanket rested over your shoulders and a warm towel on your head.

She’s pacing back and forth in front of you. She wants to hold you so bad, to kiss you, cuddle you, protect you. But she can’t. She’ll just make the shivers wracking your body even worse.

“Es…” you croak, your eyes blinking open finally.

“Oh my god! Are you okay? How are you feeling? Why were you out there? Where’s your car? Why didn’t you call me?”

“Shhhh,” you whisper, bringing your finger up to shush her. “Just come here.”

You open up your blanket in an invitation to her.

“Are you out of your mind? I can’t cuddle with you right now, I’ll freeze you!”

“Please, you deserve to be taken care of too.”

She crumbles at that, you can see the resolve leaving her face. And then she figures that you won’t get too cold with the heated blanket and everything.

She cuddles up next to you, wrapping her arms around your waist and ducking her head into your neck.

“I’m so sorry, I should have been there. And least of all I shouldn’t be such a mess right now.”

“It’s okay to be a mess, I’ll always be here to hold you.”

Carlisle:

No one really talks about the stress of being a pretend father for a bunch of eternal teenagers

Really, it’s a blessing that he doesn’t need sleep and isn’t affected by long hours

But despite that, he still gets so worn out

Today had been a long day for Carlisle.

It was student-teacher conference day. And while that’s not usually an issue since he always tells the kids to behave, Emmett decided it was necessary to punch a kid last week.

To be honest, Carlisle didn’t really care if the kid was a bully or not, all he viewed it as was something more drawing attention to them.

On top of that, the cattiness between Edward and Rosalie seemed to be especially bad today.

They were at each other’s throats for the better part of the day, and nothing would get them to separate.

At work, at least a dozen new patients showed up. A factory that was close by had a gas leak, very minor. None of the people were harmed at all, but many still insisted on going to the clinic.

Carlisle’s not one to discourage people from getting checked out, but he is one to tell people to go home when they’re fine, which everyone was.

But these people kept insisting something was wrong. A boy with a broken arm had to wait for three hours for a room to open up because the factory workers refused to leave.

By the time he got home, he was exhausted, you could tell. His eyes were heavy, as were his footsteps. His hair was disheveled, he had clearly been running his fingers through it all day from the stress.

He looked like a mess. But even then, he greeted you with a smile and a kiss on the cheek.

He always takes such good care of you, whether you’re sick or not, he’s always there with whatever you want.

Now it’s your turn.

“Carlisle, are you busy?” You ask, peeking into his home office. Even after the super long day, he’s a man of habit.

“Not particularly,” he turns to look at you, setting his pen down, “why?”

“Follow me.”

You lead him to the bathroom, where a nice, warm back is drawn. Complete with lilac scented bath oil and two candles lit on the sink.

“The bath looks beautiful, darling. I’m sure the lavender will be great for your skin.”

“Oh, it’s not for me,” you quip. All he does is raise an eyebrow. “It’s for you. I know you’ve had a long day, so go relax and meet me in the bedroom when you’re done.”

You don’t give him a chance to argue before you leave, shutting the door tightly behind you.

He emerges about 30 minutes later, still toweling his hair off.

“Ok now come on over here,” you pat the bed next to you, motioning him to sit there. Again, all he does is quirk and eyebrow but he obliges.

You take the remote to the TV in yours and Carlisle’s room, turning on his favorite movie. A classic one from the silent film era.

“But this… I haven’t seen this movie in years… how did you get it?”

“That’s the beauty of streaming platforms.”

You both sit in silence for a while, Carlisle seemingly happy to just watch his favorite movie after so long. Eventually, he turns to look at you with an inquisitive expression.

“So, what’s all this for?”

“What, am I not allowed to take care of you from time to time?”

He laughs slightly at that.

“A human taking care of a vampire, how twisted.”

You grab his face between your hands at that, drawing him close and looking deep into his yellow eyes.

“It’s not if I want to do it, and I would move the Earth for you.”

“Hopeless romantic,” and with that he kisses you.

Vampire! Bella:

She tends to… shut down

We all know how she was when she couldn’t be with Edward

That translates over

It really wasn’t supposed to be that big of a deal.

Your Spanish class was going to be taking a two week trip to Spain.

Only, Bella wasn’t in Spanish. This time around, she chose to take French. Which was all fine and good, until it meant that she couldn’t go with you.

Cue two weeks of endless calls and texts.

On the phone with you , she sounds fine. But from your calls with Alice, she’s not doing too hot.

She hasn’t been hunting since you’ve been gone, she’s completely stopped going to class, and she also hasn’t talked to anyone in the house.

It’s the last night of your trip, you’re in your hotel room, the girl you’re sharing with is sound asleep in the other bed, but you know one girl who’s never asleep.

You call Bella’s number, and she answers instantly, like she’s been waiting all day for you to call. In all honesty, she probably has.

“Hey, what are you up to?” You can hear the attempt to be nonchalant in her voice, but her eagerness gives her away.

“Oh nothing, I just got off the phone with Alice… wanna tell me why you didn’t leave our room today? Or yesterday? Or the day before?”

You can hear her pause on the line, like she’s trying to come up with a convincing lie, but eventually she sighs.

“I just… I’ve just been missing you a lot, is all. I want you here next to me, I feel incomplete without you.”

Yowch. Right through the heart.

You decide then to help in some way, you don’t know how immediately, but you have to do something.

So you start to hum.

Whenever you have a bad day, Bella hums the song her mom used to sing to her. You always ask her to, and even though she says she isn’t a great singer, she indulges you anyway.

Sometimes it’s the only thing that can stop you from a panic attack or calm you enough to go back to sleep after a nightmare.

You hear her gasp slightly before y he sound of sheets rustling, presumably her laying her head down.

You go through the whole song twice over, Bella never telling you to stop or joining you.

After your voice fades out and the line stays dead for a moment, you swear you can hear Bella overthinking.

“You know, you didn’t have to do that. I’m an apex predator. I shouldn’t be so upset whenever you leave for a little bit.”

You laugh lightly at that, and you can hear her scoff across the line.

“I don’t mind. Especially when it’s you. Bella, I love you and I would do anything for you.”

“Even if I’m a beautiful monster who was designed to kill you?”

“Even if you did kill me, I would hope that my blood nourishes you for months on end.”

[chloe-skywalker]

Awkward Situation - Paul Lahote

Paul x reader!Fem!Swan

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,541

Requested: Twilight imagine the part in New Moon where Bella slaps Paul and her little sister is their w/her Paul imprints on the reader and jacob isn’t happy about it and stuff like that. - @cokecola4211

Authors Note: I enjoyed writing this I tried to make it different from what I’ve read before. Thank you for requesting! Sorry it took awhile to post my queue has been FULL lol

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“Bella, maybe Jake just wants to be alone- or maybe some guy time.” Y/n suggested it to her slightly older sister. Bella and Y/n were hardly even a year apart in age but that didn’t stop Y/n from occasionally getting treated like a baby compared to Bella.

Y/n knew Jake and Bella had been spending a lot of time together recently and it seemed to be good for her sister after the Cullens left. But Jake had become sick or at least that's what he and Billy had been telling Bella. Y/n wanted to just leave it, he’d come back on his own either way. But her sister, no Bella , needed answers now and she wasn't going to wait to get them on Jacobs time.

Bella shook her head with a tight expression on her face. “No, Y/n. Something's up. Somethings wrong I can feel it.”

“Bella, we’ve both known Jake practically our whole lives maybe he’s just-” Y/n shook her head lifting her hand in q wave motion before dropping it down to her lap. “I don’t know, going through puberty?”

“His dad keeps saying he has mono but it’s been almost 2 weeks and he won’t even answer texts. Let alone calls.” Bella explained further as she pulled into the Black’s driveway.

“Maybe he’s still sick.” Y/n tried one last time as Bella put the car in park.

“Well, we're going to find out.” Bella stated before she got out of the car.

Y/n unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of the car to chase her sister muttering to herself. “This isn’t gonna go well.”

Bella knocked on the door and shortly after Billy opened the door. Bella had told the man in the wheelchair that she needed to see Jake, but all she got was that he wasn’t there. Next thing Y/n knew her sister had welcomed herself into the home practically going right over Billy.

“Bella.” Billy called after her but it was too late and Bella wasn’t listening anyways.

“I’m sorry, Billy.” Y/n said apologizing for her sister's actions.

Billy let out a sigh and sent a tired smile to the younger Swan. “Don’t worry about it, Y/n.”

It wasn’t even a few minutes later that Bella stormed out of the house and Y/n followed yelling after her. “Bella!”

“Hey!” Bella shouted and shoved one of the shirtless males Y/n somewhat recognized. “What did you do to him?!”

That's all Y/n could really hear from so far back. So she shouted out to her sister again, hoping to defuse the situation if she couldn’t just get her to leave. “Bella!” 

“Y/n wha-” Jake spoke out suddenly standing beside the Y/h/c-ed girl.

“She dragged me here with her.” That's all Y/n had to say for Jake to understand what was happening. Charlie got Y/n in the devoirce so Y/n and Jake grew up together their whole lives as siblings in Forks. They could understand what the other was saying with just a look.

Jake nodded before looking back at the scene and then pointed “And that?”

“She slapped that Paul guy.” Y/n told him and that changed his demeanor.

“Crap. Y/n, stay back.” Jake said as he noticed Paul shaking.

Y/n wondered why but then she made eye contact with the Paul guy her sister was taking her anger out on. It was as if time showed for a minute. All the members of the pack put it together, and that's when Jacob flipped and inevitably so did Paul.

Seeing them turn into giant wolves Y/n ran to her sister. “Bella, you okay?” Her attention was drawn back to the wolves fighting not far from everyone. “Woah. Now that's cool.”

“Really, Y/n?” Bella asked, turning her head to face her sister in disbelief at how her sister wasn’t scared.

“What?” Y/n shrugged. In her opinion that was cool. Way cooler than Vampire super speed, the eyes, and sparkling under the sunlight someone dumped a 1,000 pounds of glitter on you. The Paul guy and Jake turned into Wolves! And not just wolves, Giant wolves. That's impressive.

“What just happened?” Bella asked Sam Uley she believed his name was. All the while Y/n was confused as to the looks she was getting from the others, a few she had grown up with just like Jake. 

“Paul imprinted.” Sam stated looking at Bella. Then Jacob came out of the woods still looking pissed off.

“On Y/n.” Jake grumbled, clearly pissed off at the new found fact.

“Take her back to Emily’s. Bella too.” Sam told Jacob which resulted in a very loud scoff from the younger male. “That's an order Jacob. Embry go with them.”

“Hey, Em.” Y/n nodded to Embry. They have been friends for years. It brought comfort to Y/n, knowing someone else. Someone that wasn’t pissed that would be in the car with her, her sister, and Jake.

“Hey, Y/n/n.” Embry smiled. He had missed seeing her around since he phased.

“Why is Jake so pissed?” Y/n asked Embry hoping he could fill her in on what's going on exactly.

Embry sighed before explaining. “Him and Paul don’t get along, and he’s protective of you. As he should be, you're like brother and sister.”

“Why would he be protective over me when it comes to Paul? I’ve never met Paul before.” Y/n squinted with a furrowed expression as she questioned Embry confused.

“Paul should be the one to explain it to you. It’s not my place, or anyone else's in the pack.” Embry felt bad for Y/n. She had no idea what was going on and it very much involved her. But like he said it wasn’t his place to explain any of this to her. 

Y/n nodded in understanding, kind of. But maybe he could explain something else to her. “Can you explain the pack part to me then?”

Embry nodded with a smile stretching across his lips. “Yes, I can do that.”

It wasn’t a long drive but long enough for Embry to explain about the pack to Y/n.

“Who’s place is this again?” Y/n heard Bella ask and she listened for Jake’s answer.

“Emily and Sam’s.” Jake answered as he got out of the truck.

Jake and Embry helped Y/n off of the truck bed. With a quiet thank you from Y/n they all headed inside. The only ones that weren’t there was Sam and Paul. But it didn’t take long for them to join in on the group.

“Can I talk to you? Outside. Alone.” Paul asked nervously looking softly at Y/n, to let her know she could reject his request if she wanted to. Y/n nodded ‘yes’ getting up to follow him.

“Over my dead body.” Jake growled, glaring with his eyes set on burning holes into Paul.

“Jake.” Sam said his name firmly. Making Jake stand down. For now.

“Come on.” Paul nodded his head towards outside Y/n nodded as well and followed him outside the small nice home.

They walked into the woods for awhile, Y/n assumed long enough to be far away enough so the rest of the pack couldn’t hear their conversation. “So, I assume that they explained the whole pack thing to you?”

“Embry did, yeah. But not the imprint part?” Y/n spoke with a unsure tone, hoping she got the word right. Paul nodded with a twitch of his lips. “Not the imprint part. What is that by the way?”

“Guess I should explain that part then.” Paul smiled, hearing her just say the word of what she is to him. That made him feel warm on the inside, which was a new feeling for him. He did like it though.

“Embry said it was only your place to tell me what it is.” Y/n looked to the still shirtless male with curiosity. What did it mean? What did it have to do with her? And why did Paul have to be the one to explain it?

“I have a spot I’d like to take you, and I’ll explain on the way.” Paul suggested there was a place he wanted to show her that only he knew about. Great view that he never that he never showed anyone.

“Ok” Y/n knew she was being way trusting with this stranger. But he felt trustworthy. She didn’t know why but he does.

Paul stopped them for a second in their tracks. He really needed to know something and it was bothering him that he didn’t. “I do have a question before we get too far that I should know that I do not.”

Y/n let out an amused breath before asking. “And what's that?” 

“Your name.” Paul smirked

Y/n nodded with a smile. “Y/n. Y/n Swan.”

“Well, Y/n Swan. It’s nice to finally meet you.” Paul’s smirk fell into a smile. He always teased the others who already had their imprints about how whipped they were, but now he was starting to understand.

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[bvbygrl-writes]

Season of The Witch (1)

Pairing: Jacob Black x Witch!Reader x Edward Cullen

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: (Y/n) (L/n) is 19 and still trying to figure out the world. She isn't sure of a lot of things but she is sure of one: she's gonna have her cake and eat it too.

A/N: I recently watched the Twilight Saga for the first time and fell in love with it but I noticed there's not a lot of recent fics so I decided to make them! This doesn't follow the twilight series exactly but the elements and settings are still the same. Everyone is aged up (I mean does Edward really need to be tbf). If this gets enough feedback in my inbox and comments I will continue but this is mainly a tester to see how it does!

Warnings: N/A but it will be 18+ at some point most likely. Minors and blanks dni.

Everyone always talks about how hard it is moving in the middle of the school year. But, what they never talk about is how hard it is to move once you’ve just graduated. Friend groups are already established and due to college, no one is looking to meet anyone new until they’re off to whichever university they’ve decided to attend.

You, however, weren’t off to university. You knew it wasn’t right from you. Your parents supported your decision. In fact, they were thrilled…but not for the reasons you originally thought. Your dad wanted to move back to his home town of Forks, Washington and your mom, being a lover of nature, thought it was the perfect change of scenery. According to the conversation they had with you, it wasn’t a spur of the moment decision either. Your dad had gotten a job as head surgeon and your mom had bought a space to turn into the bakery she had dreamed of owning for years. It was something they had been wanting to do for years but due to the fact you were doing so well in school, they hadn’t wanted to rip you away from that. 

Part of you, the part of you that didn’t want to admit it to yourself, wish that they had. Maybe then you’d have a better chance at your 20s not being so lonely in a town that so far on the drive from the airport, seemed to be desolate and void of any youth. But, it wasn’t all bad. With all the greenery and nature, you’d be able to focus on growing your powers more.

You came from a long lineage filled with powerful and strong witches, your mother being one of them. On your thirteenth birthday, your powers finally presented themselves and everything began to make sense for you. You had always felt different from your peers and having the confirmation that you were healed something in you. Your mom had been mentoring you and through her, you had learned so much over the years. As your eyes gazed out the rain littered car window, focusing on the ocean of trees that passed in a blur, one thing she had said stuck out to you the most. ‘A witch is at her strongest when surrounded by nature’. 

Every weekend, she used to drive 6 hours there and back to a small patch of woods outside of the city. But now, you had access to the forest in any direction you looked.

“I’m thinking of starting a garden in the yard, (Y/n/n), what do ya think?” your mom asked, causing your head to turn in her direction. Her body was turned back to face you, the small wrinkles near her mouth creasing as she grinned. She always had an air of vibrancy and brightness to her that made you question if you were even related sometimes. It was like you could practically feel her emotions buzzing off of her and piercing into your heart. You hummed mulling over your response, turning your attention back to your window, watching as the trees slowly began to turn into homes the further you drove into town.

“Sounds good.” you responded. Your limited word choice was something you had gotten from your father. He wasn’t as introverted as you were, but he only spoke when he found the conversation particularly interesting. And when it came to his wife, he found everything interesting.

“I think that’s a great idea, honey! There’s a lot of space at the house and I know if anyone can make it magical, it’s you.” You watched in the rear view mirror as his eyes flickered towards your mom, full of admiration. Your mom giggled at his small joke, shoving his shoulder in a playful manner. “Maybe in the spring, you could get some fruit growing, use it in your bakery.”

“Why wait till spring? I could do it now with the flick of a finger.” she mused, holding out her palm. Golden sparks hovered above it, swirling in a circular motion. Your dad smiled at her, shaking his head as he pulled into a driveway which you assumed was your new home. Sticking your head out the window, you looked up at it in awe.

In the city, your house was a lot smaller. Lots of identical homes sandwiched far too close together for your liking. But this house, it had character. Faded green framework, a bay window, and a semi wrap-around porch. You noticed a window on the second story, a small balcony attached to it. In your mind you had already claimed it. The slamming of the van door broke you out of your brewing daydream. Looking on the lawn, you internally groaned as you saw people. Just what you wanted to see after a 7 hour car ride. Before you could duck down and pretend you couldn’t exist, your dad turned his head, shaking it as if he could predict what you were about to do.

“(Y/n), come meet my friends!” he called to you. Sighing, you pulled your cardigan closer to your body before hopping out the back seat, stretching your arms as the snap, crackled, and popped. You were finally able to get a good look at the people on your lawn. An older white man with brunette hair, and a thick mustache. Another in a wheelchair, with long, thick black hair, a cowboy hat perched on his head. You recognized them from the pictures from your dad’s office. “These are my old buddies, Billy Black and Charlie Swan. We grew up together!” he explained. Putting on your best smile, you stuck your hand out, shaking each of their respective hands.

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you both after hearing dad talk my ears off about you for years.” You joked, causing both men to chuckle. 

“If it makes you feel any better, your dad’s always bragging about ya, kid.” Charlie said. You smile slightly at your dad as he tells you that. Your dad has never been a stranger of telling you how proud he is of you, so it doesn’t shock you that much but it’s still nice to hear it.

“Enough chatting, how’s bout I grab some beers from the cooler and we can start unpacking this uhaul? We’ve got some time but let me tell ya’, the Mrs. does not pack light.” Your dad speaks over his shoulder as he makes his way to the trunk. You hear the sound of ice shuffling as he grabs a few beers out, cracking them open on the side of the car.

“Everything has value, David! You’ll be thanking me when it saves you the money!” Your mom says from the open door, huffling as she grabs another box from the porch, carrying it further into the house. Shaking your head, you smile some. At least some things haven’t changed.

After a while, you finally got all of your boxes into your new room. The one with the balcony as you had hoped. All your heavier furniture was still on the lawn as Mr.Black had informed you his son would be coming soon to bring it up for you. In the meantime, you had time to put your other things up. Standing in the middle of the room, you close your eyes, focusing your mind for a bit as your body begins to levitate, just barely hitting the high ceilings. Waving your hand, your rolled up rug unfolds placing itself in the middle of your room. You squint your eyes until you’re able to locate the box labeled ‘books’, hovering your hand in their direction. You move it to the built-in bookshelves on the wall, all of your books organizing themselves perfectly. Magic has its perks. 

You decide to go for the books next until there’s a knock on your door startling you. You fall to the ground with a loud thud, groaning as the door swings open. Looking up, your body grows warm at the sight in front of you. There’s a taller boy around your age, shirtless with your mattress under one of his arms. Due to his lack of shirt, you’re able to take in every inch of his chiseled chest and the tattoo on his arm. You recognized the symbol from one of the spellbooks your mother showed you but couldn’t recall the meaning. As you pry your eyes away from his torso, you’re able to focus on his face which is somehow even better than what you were just looking at. Gorgeous brown eyes, thick brows, and pretty pink lips. He was somehow rugged and cute at the same time but you had no time to focus on that as he dropped your mattress on the ground, pulling you up with ease.

“Are you okay?” he asked in a concerned tone. You looked away in embarrassment, clearing your throat as you backed away from his hold.

“Fine. Just tripped over this stupid rug.” You mumbled. He looks you up and down, laughing as he returns to the mattress, lifting it with ease. Almost too much. He leans it against the wall furthest from you before returning to the doorway. He smiles at you, throwing you a subtle wink.

“Just in case. I’ll be back with the rest, try not to hurt yourself in the meantime.” He teases, gone just as quickly as he came. You stand frozen in place, listening as he makes his way down the stairs, the sounds of his steps fading. Once you were sure he was gone, you walk over to the balcony doors, stepping out into the chilly fall air. You let out a groan as you lean over it, playing with the idea of jumping off. At least you wouldn’t be able to embarrass yourself any further. 

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[cece693]

I Don't Need A Gentleman

pairing: edward cullen x gender neutral reader tags: edward is old fashioned and kinda a prude, the reader is not, reader doesn't want vanilla sex anymore, alice and rosalie are cool sister in laws

You lounge on the massive, cream-colored couch in the Cullens’ living room, scrolling absentmindedly through your phone as Alice and Rosalie flip through a stack of fashion magazines. It’s one of those rare, lazy evenings—no imminent threats, no pressing vampire drama—just the family scattered around the house doing their own thing. Alice bumps your foot with hers. “You’re weirdly quiet today. Seriously, what’s up?”

You look up, tapping the phone against your knee. “It’s kind of about Edward.”

Rosalie arches a perfectly groomed brow. “What did our golden boy do now?”

Your cheeks—if they still could—might blush. “He didn’t really do anything wrong, exactly. It’s just…” You pause, gathering your thoughts. Even though you’ve been married to Edward for a while, it can still be tough to put some things into words. “He’s super considerate, and I adore that about him. But sometimes—okay, a lot of times—I just wish he’d show a little more…passion? Fire?”

Alice makes a sympathetic face, setting her magazine aside. “He can be a bit old-school, yeah. He has that ‘eternally seventeen’ gentleman thing down to a T.”

“Tell me about it,” you huff. “I’m a vampire, too! I mean, I’m not exactly made of glass. But he keeps treating me like I’m this delicate flower that might crumble if the wind blows too hard. I swear, sometimes our kisses feel like little pecks—like he’s worried I’ll spontaneously combust if he lingers longer than three seconds.”

Rosalie leans back, crossing her arms. “Look, Edward’s always been overly cautious. It’s one of his most annoying…okay, fine, endearing qualities. But you can’t blame him for wanting to protect you. He’s basically built that way.”

You sit up straighter, pushing your hair out of your face. “Totally. I get it. I love how he’s protective, and, well, a total gentleman. But I need more of that oomph. Y’know, that feeling where you just can’t keep your hands off each other.”

Alice snorts a laugh. “I never thought I’d hear you say ‘oomph.’ You should definitely say that to Edward’s face. He’d probably blush so hard, if vampires could blush.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you say, rolling your eyes playfully. “But how do I bring it up without hurting his feelings? He’s so sensitive. The moment he thinks he’s made me even slightly uncomfortable, he clams up.”

Rosalie sets the magazine aside with a little thump. “You’re married. He can handle the conversation. Trust me, you should be honest about it. Being in love for, what, decades? That means talking about the hard stuff, or the passionate stuff.” She smirks at that last part.

Alice nods enthusiastically, tucking her legs up beneath her. “The best way is just to be straightforward. Tell him how you feel without making it sound like he’s doing something wrong. Emphasize that you love his old-fashioned side—it’s part of why you married him, right? But also make it crystal clear that you want him to dial up the heat. You’re a vampire, for crying out loud, not some breakable human.”

You exhale, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. “You guys are right. I’m probably overthinking it. I’m worried he’ll take it the wrong way, but I can’t just keep ignoring how frustrated I am.”

“Exactly.” Alice taps your knee again. “He’ll listen, especially if you remind him that you still love all the things that make him Edward. He just needs to hear that you want him to trust your strength, too.”

Rosalie stands, stretching with the fluidity of a cat. “And if that doesn’t work, just throw him up against a wall somewhere. That’ll get the point across.”

Alice gasps in mock horror. “Rosalie Hale! That’s your brother you’re talking about.”

She smirks. “Hey, I’m just saying, sometimes subtlety isn’t the answer.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “Let me try talking first before I start tossing him around.”

Alice and Rosalie share amused glances as you stand, giving a quick wave. “Thanks for the advice, seriously.”

“Anytime,” Alice sings out.

“Go get ’em,” Rosalie adds, winking.

You head up the stairs to find Edward, heart fluttering in that familiar way only he can cause, despite both of you being, well, undead. He’s in his usual spot in the family’s library, flipping through a thick novel—something old and fancy, undoubtedly. The moment he senses you, he glances up with a small smile, eyes full of that unwavering devotion.

“Hey,” you say, crossing the room until you’re close enough to rest a hand on his shoulder. “Got a minute to talk?”

“Of course,” Edward responds softly, setting the book aside. He tilts his head, concern flickering in those golden eyes. “Is everything all right?”

“It is,” you reassure him, settling in beside him on the velvet couch. You can still hear Alice’s and Rosalie’s voices drifting faintly from downstairs, but you focus on Edward. “I just wanted to share something that’s been on my mind, and it’s really important to me.”

He nods earnestly. “You know you can tell me anything.”

Taking a breath, you gently place your hand over his. “So, we’ve been together for a long time. We’re married, and I’m a vampire—just like you, right? But sometimes I feel like you’re handling me with kid gloves. I love your gentlemanly side, and I’d never want you to completely lose that. But I want us to be able to express our love passionately, without you worrying so much that I’ll break.”

Edward’s gaze drops to your entwined hands. “I—I see,” he says quietly. “I never meant to make you feel like you weren’t my equal. It’s just…I can’t shake the habit of worrying you might be hurt or regret something if I let go too much. Even though you’re stronger than any human I once knew, it’s hard to override decades of caution.”

Leaning in, you brush a gentle kiss against his cheek. “I know. And I respect how deeply you care. But hey, my strength is legit.” You grin, flexing half-jokingly. “I promise, I can handle more. And if something’s too much, I’ll tell you.”

Edward’s lips curve into a small smile. “Thank you for being honest with me. I guess I needed a reminder that I’m not the only one in this relationship who has a say—especially when it comes to showing affection.”

Your heart (metaphorically) flutters at the genuine warmth in his voice. “Exactly. I love being with you, and I don’t want you to hold back. We can figure out the balance, you know, do the old-fashioned courting stuff, but also, I don’t know…maybe occasionally break the furniture?”

His eyes widen for half a second in surprise, then he laughs, the sound soft and musical. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he teases, sliding a hand around your waist to pull you closer. This time, when you tilt your head up for a kiss, you feel him lean in just a bit more—a tiny, tangible shift. His lips linger, his cool hand splaying across your back. The moment stretches on until you both draw away, contented smiles on your faces.

“That,” you whisper, thumb brushing against his jaw, “was exactly what I’ve been missing.”

Edward’s eyes shine with affection. “Then I’ll make sure you never miss it again.”

Downstairs, you can practically hear Alice’s “Yes!” whispered under her breath, and you know Rosalie is grinning in that smug way that says, “Told you so.” It makes you laugh softly. But that’s the beauty of this big, unconventional vampire family.

Edward gently presses his forehead against yours. Neither of you needs to breathe, but the moment feels like a breath of fresh air anyway. Old-fashioned or not, he’s all yours—and he’s finally letting you show him that you’re every bit the strong partner he deserves. And judging by the heat in his eyes, this is just the beginning.

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When Edward Cullen leaves, Bella Swan tries to cope by hanging out in La Push, bringing her friend Y/N along for the ride. There, Y/N meets Jacob Black for the first time and quickly notices a strange pull between them—one that’s hard to explain. While Bella distracts herself with risky stunts, Jacob seems more focused on Y/N, acting like they’re already closer than they really are. Confused by the intense connection, Y/N starts to wonder what’s really going on with Jacob and why he can’t seem to take his eyes off them.

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The salty breeze from the ocean whipped through your hair as you and Bella pulled up to La Push. She’d been a wreck lately, and you knew why. Edward Cullen had left her. She didn’t say much about it, but the look in her eyes told you everything: she was desperate, clinging to any hope of feeling his presence again, even if it meant risking her life.

You had known Bella for a while, but it was only recently that you got closer, especially after she’d taken a sudden interest in visiting La Push. Of course, that was where Jacob Black lived—a mutual friend of hers and someone you had only heard about up until now.

“Are you sure you’re up for this?” you asked as you parked the car, glancing over at Bella. Her hands gripped her seatbelt like it was the only thing holding her together.

Bella gave you a half-hearted smile. “I just need a distraction, you know? Jacob’s fun, and I… I just feel better around him.”

“Okay,” you replied, a little hesitant but understanding. You knew she was trying to cope with the loss of Edward, and if this was what she needed, you’d support her. Besides, you were curious to meet Jacob and see what he was like beyond Bella’s stories.

The two of you stepped out of the car, the chilly air making you wrap your jacket tighter around yourself. The waves crashed against the shore, and the smell of salt filled the air. You saw him waiting near the shoreline, his broad figure unmistakable even from a distance. He waved when he spotted you both.

“Hey, Bells!” Jacob called out, his voice light and warm as he walked toward you. His eyes flickered over to you, and you felt a strange heat rise to your cheeks when his gaze lingered a little longer than expected. “And you must be Y/N.”

You offered a small smile, feeling the warmth of his gaze. “Yeah, nice to finally meet you.”

Jacob’s grin widened. “Nice to meet you, too. Bella’s told me a lot about you.”

He stepped closer, and you couldn’t help but notice how his eyes seemed to soften when they met yours. For a brief moment, you felt an odd sensation, like the air around you both was charged, humming with something you couldn’t quite place.

As Bella and Jacob fell into conversation, you hung back a bit, observing. Bella seemed intent on trying out some of the stunts she’d been talking about, and it was clear that Jacob was a bit hesitant, watching her like she was a fragile piece of glass that could shatter at any moment. You couldn’t blame him. It was reckless, but Bella had always been that way—pushing limits, testing boundaries.

While Bella distracted herself with some daredevil attempt near the water’s edge, you found yourself alone with Jacob. You felt his presence closer than before, and when you turned to face him, his eyes were fixed on you with an intensity that made your heart race. It wasn’t aggressive or intimidating, but rather… curious, like he was trying to memorize every detail about you.

“So, you and Bella hang out a lot?” he asked, his tone casual, but there was something in the way he looked at you—like he was seeing something he’d been waiting for.

“Yeah, lately more than usual,” you replied, feeling a bit flustered under his gaze. “She’s been having a rough time.”

Jacob nodded, but his eyes never left yours. “I can tell.” His voice dropped a little, a softness in his tone that you hadn’t expected. “But… it’s nice to have someone around who cares.”

You felt a shiver that had nothing to do with the cold. “Yeah, she needs support.” You paused, glancing back at Bella, who was now attempting something near a cliff’s edge. “But she’s determined to do these things, no matter how dangerous.”

He stepped even closer, and the proximity sent your heart racing. “She’s lucky to have you looking out for her.” His expression softened, and for a moment, it felt like you were the only two people there. “I think… I’ll be looking out for you, too.”

You blinked, taken aback by his words. “Me? Why?”

He seemed to hesitate, like he was trying to figure something out himself. “I don’t know,” he admitted, his gaze dropping to the sand for a moment before meeting yours again. “But I feel… drawn to you.” There was a sincerity in his eyes, an almost desperate need to convey something he couldn’t fully explain.

It felt like the air between you and Jacob had thickened, and you struggled to find words. “Jacob, we just met.”

“I know.” He let out a quiet laugh, though his eyes still held that strange intensity. “But… it feels like I’ve known you forever.” His hand twitched, almost like he wanted to reach out and touch your arm but thought better of it. His expression was a mix of confusion and… something else, something deeper.

You swallowed, trying to shake off the odd sensation. “Well… I guess we’ll have plenty of time to get to know each other.”

Jacob’s smile returned, but there was a seriousness beneath it, like he was holding back something he desperately wanted to say. “Yeah, I think we will.”

From the distance, you heard Bella call out to him, and he gave you one last, lingering look before turning to her. But as he walked away, you couldn’t help but feel the strange pull he seemed to have over you, like something between you two had shifted—something you weren’t sure you were ready to understand just yet.

As he reached Bella, he kept glancing back at you, his eyes unreadable. You noticed how his body seemed to tense whenever he looked your way, like he was fighting some invisible force. The whole thing was confusing, but you couldn’t deny the way your skin tingled under his gaze.

Jacob’s gaze locked onto yours one more time, and it felt like everything around you disappeared, leaving only the two of you. He hesitated, his eyes searching yours, and then he looked down, almost like he was afraid of something. “Hey, Y/N,” he called out suddenly, making Bella stop and look between you two. “Would you… maybe want to come back here again sometime?”

Bella raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised, but you nodded, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. “Sure, why not?”

Jacob’s smile was brighter this time, almost like you’d just given him the answer he’d been waiting for. “Great. I’d like that.”

And for the rest of the day, even when Bella’s focus shifted entirely to her risky endeavors, Jacob’s eyes never left you for long. There was a look of determination, mixed with something deeper—something that felt as if, for Jacob, this moment was more important than you could ever understand.

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[lil-frenchfri77]

Begin Again

Summary: Ever since Bella came back to Forks things between y/n and her boys have been different. Embry and Quil stopped answering phone calls and texts, they’ve even been avoiding her everytime she shows up at their house. So y/n does the only thing she can think to do, she latches onto Jacob just like Bella, and when he starts acting like Embry and Quil did, she makes the decision to not put so much effort into a friendship that is clearly one sided. But what happens one day when Sam’s pack is in town at the same time as y/n and her new friends and two certain boys imprint on their former best friend? And what happens when a former best friend doesn’t feel the same way?

Author’s Note: Hello to everyone that is reading this! This is my first ever time writing a fanfic, so (if you’re reading this) go easy on me. I would love to hear any feedback anyone might have in the comments. Super excited to be writing this Twilight fic, I’ve been inspired by others authors on here to take my own spin with Stephaine Myers characters, none of which I have any ownership to. This doesn’t really follow the Eclipse movie timeline, I'm making things up and stretching the timeline. So this is basically my own story just using Stephanie’s characters and some of her themes. There are also some other characters in here that I don’t have any rights to, I just thought it would be fun to put them in this story. I don’t know how long or short this is going to be, I might be able to get my ideas across quickly or this might turn into a few chapters. If you’ve read this far I love you and I really hope you like this!

(Also not beta read cause I can’t afford that)(Dividers from @enchanthings here on Tumblr)

Y/n/n means your nickname 

Embry Call x Fem!Swan!Reader x Quil Ateara

Slight Stiles Stlinski x Reader

Chapter 1 | Master list | Chapter 2

Things had been weird lately, with Bella back in Forks, the Cullens, and your friends on the reservation. It seemed like everyday more and more of your friends were leaving to go hang out with Sam Uley and his pack of assholes. Now it was just down to you, Embry, Quil, and Jacob. It’s not like you’re not fine with that, Embry and Quil were your best friends ever. So you were fine with just the four of you hanging out all the time. But they got so hostile of you whenever Edward or one of his siblings came around to talk to you or Bella. 

It was getting absolutely exhausting trying to mediate things between them. You didn’t want to have to choose between your boys or Bella, but if it came down to it, your choice would always be your family and by extension, the Cullens. Although it seemed like you wouldn’t be getting a choice anyways when Embry and Quil stopped answering your texts and calls. They were never home when you came to visit and see what was happening to them. You had even tried asking Jacob if he knew anything but he swore up and down that he had no idea. 

You never expected to see them hanging out with Sam and his pack, jumping off that stupid cliff. You had never felt more betrayed. They could do whatever they wanted to but it hurt that they felt the need to drop you, without any kind of explanation and go hang out with the few people (at least you thought) you mutually disliked. It was obvious that they weren’t going to talk to you anymore so you did the only thing you could think of, you left them one last voicemail in hopes to get through to them. 

“Hey, it’s me. Um, I know we haven’t talked in a while, but I still miss you guys. I saw you the other day, hanging out with Sam and his boys. It’s fine, I guess. I just thought that we were better friends than that. I mean, we’ve been inseparable since we were 6 but that’s not really the point of why I called.” You took a deep breath, trying to stop yourself from rambling some more. “I don’t really understand why you started hanging out with Sam but you have free will so I can’t stop you. But I miss you guys, and I still want to be friends. I don’t want to permanently lose you both because I can’t get over this petty dislike I have. So, call me back. Please. I want to talk about everything, but if you truly want nothing to do with me anymore then I won’t bother you again. This is goodbye, then.” 

2 months later

Life wasn’t the easiest thing anymore. The boys never called you back, which you expected but it still stung. You still had Jacob, but it wasn’t the same. Jacob knew how much Embry and Quil’s choice had affected you, but there wasn’t much he could do to help you. He couldn’t just tell you that they were werewolves. So he did his best to try and raise your spirits. You were wholeheartedly grateful you had him during this time. 

Bella wasn’t much help either, she had just been broken up with and she was rotting away in her room. It appeared as though life was hating the Swan girls right now. As much as you wanted to wallow in your own pity you knew you had to be there for Bella. It’s not like the kids from school were going to help her, and honestly Bella wouldn’t want them to. So you spent months trying to help Bella, you didn’t want to lose your sister too. 

“Please, Bells. Just talk to me, tell me what’s going on in your head. I’ll do anything to help you, you just have to tell me. Tell me what I can do for you, I want to take all this pain away. I know this isn’t about me or dad but we’re so scared for you Bells. We love you so much.” You plead  with her. Tears welled up in your eyes when she turned away from you and went back to looking out of her window. You walked out of her room before she could see or hear you start to cry. 

“Whoa, slow down there kid. What’s happening?” Charlie stopped you in the hallway. His hands gripped your shoulders as they shook with silent sobs. 

“I can’t watch her wither away like that dad. She’s changing so much, and I don’t know how to help her. I hate Edward for what he’s putting her through and he’s not even here.” You spoke through your tears. Hiccuping in between every breath you took. 

“Y/n,” Charlie whispered, cupping your cheeks and making you look up at him, “We will get her through all of this okay kid? You and me will bring our Bella back. I know it.” He assured you as genuinely as he could. Truth be told, he had no idea if he would be able to get his daughters back to the girls they were before all this happened. He was grateful that you seemed to be okay so soon after the Embry and Quil situation. He didn’t know what he would do if both of his kids were nervous wrecks he couldn’t console. 

You nodded at him instead of answering back. You knew he was just trying to make you feel better. As much as you wanted to stay and keep trying with Bella you had to go to school. You couldn’t miss any more days this week or you would fall too far behind. 

After getting dressed you head downstairs where you say goodbye to your dad and meet Jacob who’s waiting for you outside. Lately he has taken to riding with you to school and then walking back to the reservation afterwards so you weren’t alone in the mornings. It was also a way for him to keep an eye on you and Bella. 

“You know, you don’t have to keep doing this Jake, I’m perfectly okay with getting to school by myself.” You told him today. It has been on your mind for a little while now. 

“I know,” he chuckles, “but I like to. Sometimes I don’t want to be alone in the morning so I make you suffer and force my presence on you. You’re going to have to get used to it.” Jacob simply shrugged. 

You get quiet after that and it worries him, but before he can ask you what’s wrong you beat him to it

“If you ever want to be friends with Sam and everyone else, please don’t cut me off too. I don’t think I could handle that.” Your hands grip the steering wheel tighter as you pull up to a red light. You can’t bring yourself to look over at him, as you not so patiently wait for his answer. 

“Y/n/n, I will never abandon you to be friends with Sam and his pack of douchebags. Okay? It's you and me against the world now.” He says in such a loving tone that it brings tears to your eyes for the second time that day. “Oh god, please don’t cry. I totally didn’t mean for that to happen.” 

Watching him panic while he tries to get you to stop crying does the trick, and you start to giggle at him. The rest of the drive to your school is silent with the occasional sing along moment to whatever is playing on the radio. When you finally arrive at school you're in a much better mood. 

You say goodbye to Jacob and head into the building, putting on your headphones and turning the volume all the way up. Someone knocks into you from the side sending your phone and headphones sliding across the floor. 

“Oh my god. I’m so freaking sorry!” Apologizes spill from the mystery boy's mouth as his friend, the one who pushed him into you, hurries to gather your things. He turns around to his friend on the floor and hisses out “Dude. What the hell??” 

It wasn’t surprising that you had to clue who these boys were. When you were friends with Embry and Quil you didn't really talk to the people you go to school with. “It’s fine.” You shrugged it off, not wanting to create a problem with these two. 

“No, its not fine. I totally didn't mean to smash into you. Scott’s just an asshole.” The boy throws his friend, Scott, under the bus. “I’m Stiles by the way.” 

“I didn't mean to push him into you miss, I didn't even see you there.” Scott pipes in, before quickly realizing what he said. “OH! I didn't mean I didn't see you at all, like you're just hard to see. Cause you’re not hard to miss. Not that you're always in the way! I've never seen you before so… I'm going to stop talking now.” Scott sheepishly tugs at the collar of his shirt. He seems to be sweating now. The incredulous look on your face seems to shut him up well enough for his friend, Stiles, to get a word in. 

“Wow dude, that was bad.” He’s trying to hold back his laughter now. “I think what he's trying to say is that he was so preoccupied with being an asshat that he wasn't paying attention to our surroundings.” Stiles says it a lot more eloquently than Scott had and it makes you giggle. 

They both stare at you like you've grown a second head. “That was the worst apology I have ever heard in my entire life.” You state after getting ahold of your laughter. “I’m y/n. I accept your terrible apology, and it's okay that you haven't seen me around before, because to be honest. I've never seen either of you around before either.” 

They let out a breath of relief and apologize one more time, sounding more coherent and sincere this go around. Scott proceeds to ask you what you have for the first period and surprisingly you have the same class as them, so you all walk to your class talking and getting to know each other. When you get to class you part ways to your seats with plans to meet after class. 

Your class schedules were pretty similar, especially yours and Stiles. In the classes you and Stiles shared you decided to move seats and sit next to each other, getting in trouble a few times for talking too much. You were getting along with him so well that he invited you to sit with him and his friends at lunch. And since you didn't have any other plans you took him up on his offer. 

When lunch time rolls around Stiles follows you to your locker where you get your food before heading to the cafeteria to meet up with his friends. The table quiets down when the two of you approach. “Y/n these are my friends: Lydia, Allison, Issac, Liam, Malia, Kira, and you've already met Scott.” One by one his friends say hello and introduce themselves to you. This wasn’t at all how you thought it was going to go. You assumed that they would only give you a cursory hi and go back to their conversations, but they seemed genuinely interested in getting to know you.

[kimi240302]

Daylight

A/N: Before you read this story, be aware I am from Germany and can't write a bit of English. That's why I'm sending this through an app that translates it for me. 

A/N2.0: In this story, the characters are all a little older. 

Summary: Y/N Swan tries everything to keep her promise to stay away from Demetri Volturi. But can you stay away from the man fate bound you to?

Demetri Volturi x Female!Swan!reader 

Words: 2,8

Part 1 of Daylight Masterlist

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18+ I am new to the whole smut writing so please be nice 

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“ You and I drink the poison from the same vine Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time Hidin´ all of our sins from  the daylight” - David Kushner 

"You have to promise me that Y/N." Bella looked at her younger sister with piercing eyes. However, the latter did not understand what her older sister and the Cullens family had. Confused, the young girl looked up from her place on the couch. "Why should I promise you to stay away from Demetri Volturi? I don't even really know this man?" "Y/N..." Carlisle began, but Bella interrupted him. "The less she knows, the better it is for her!" Y/N jumped up angrily. "Tell me Bella are you kidding me?! I didn't know anything when you dragged me to Italy with you. I didn't know there were vampires or people who could turn into giant wolves. I was normal, I was happy." The young girl stopped, took one deep breath and wrapped her arms around herself. "Now I'm scared of what lies ahead, being bound to a vampire who is apparently the villain for you? But instead of explaining everything to me, I'm supposed to bluntly forget what I've seen, heard and felt because it's easier for you and your oh-so-great Cullens? You want me to make a promise I don't even understand just because you don't like the Volturi?" Y/N took another deep breath. Her vision blurred from tears she wasn't ready to let Bella see. "Let me tell you something Bella, I don't like Edward either. Yet I'm not telling you to stay away from him or how to live your life!" Y/N turned on her heel and left the Cullens' living room, leaving the entire family in stunned disbelief.

"She's right." Carlisle was the first to find his voice again. "Y/N has been through a lot the last few days. We should have explained everything to her calmly first and then..." "And then what? Demetri Volturi won't leave her alone. Not when she's his mate."  Rosalie looked at everyone around once, her gaze stopping on Bella. "You pushed her into this world, now you can't just kick her out. That's not how it works." "I'm just trying to protect her!" Rosalie raised an eyebrow. "Then you shouldn't have taken her with you." Esme looked at Rosalie warningly. "What happened can't be undone. Blaming each other doesn't change that anymore." The vampire turned to her husband, placing a hand on his arm as she did so. "You should talk to Y/N, after all, you know the Volturi best." Slowly he nodded, "But not today. Y/N needs to process what all happened from today first."

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Humming to herself, Y/N was just turning around in the kitchen of her home to get to the fridge when, out of nowhere, Carlisle stood in front of her. "Jesus Christ! Do you have to scare me like that!" Amused, the blond-haired man looked at Y/N. "Sorry. I forget sometimes that not everyone, can hear everything that's going on around them."   Nodding, Y/N looked at Carlisle, which turned into an uncomfortable silence that the young girl was the first to break.  Sighing, Y/N let herself sink down on the chair in the kitchen and looked at Carlisle. "My father isn't here." "We both know I'm not here for your father Y/N." He lowered himself to the chair across from her. The latter tensed slightly. Reassuringly, Carlisle placed his cold hand on the young girl's. "I'm here to give you an idea of why Bella and my family want you to keep your distance from Demetri and the rest of the Volturi." Y/N just nodded and looked at Carlisle tensely. "You should know that the Volturi clan that Demetri belongs to are kind of like our supreme ones. They rule over the species of vampires and have done so for a very long time. Led by the three kings you met in Italy. Aro the head one, he can see everything you think, what you have experienced or what you have planned with one touch. He can be very overwhelming. But I think you have already witnessed this. He's occasionally..." Carlisle searched for the right words, but Y/N filled the void for him. "Extreme when you're not used to it?" Carlisle smiled, nodding as he did so. "Aro is extreme when it comes to enforcing the rules and can get too brutal in the process. But Caius is the one who has the most fun punishing those who have done wrong in his eyes." "What is his ability?" "He has none, other than his viciousness, he is simply loyal to Aro. Marcus, on the other hand, is the calmest of the three. His passion for life was taken from him when his wife was killed. His ability is to see the relationships between individuals." Y/N nodded. "And what does that have to do with Demetri?" Carlisle sat up a little straighter. "Demetri is part of the Kings' main guards with Felix, Jane and Alec. They do jobs and make sure no one can overthrow the Volturi. They do that by wiping out entire clans or individuals." "So he's an murderer?" Carlisle winced briefly. He hadn't expected Y/N to answer so directly with such a neutral expression on her face. "You can look at it that way, yes. But the main reason Bella wants you to stay away is because the Volturi feed on human blood. They don't see humans as equals, they just see them as something to feed on. Bella...we're all worried that Aro will see you as a threat to Demetri's loyalty and will have you killed."

Y/N let herself sink against the back of the chair with drooping shoulders. Several minutes of silence passed until the young girl cleared her throat. "Marcus lost his wife and became sad, absent and quiet after that?" Confused, Carlisle nodded and was about to ask why, but Y/N kept talking. "Was she his mate?" Again Carlisle nodded. "Is this what happens to vampires when they find their mate and can't be with them?"  Carlisle was startled by these thoughts. "I don't know. But I suspect this may lead to that." Y/N looked closely at the man in front of her. "Then you must really hate the Volturi if you wish such a fate for Demetri."

"Y/N..." Bella stood in the kitchen doorway. "I just want what's best for you." Defeated, the young girl looked down at her hands, which she had folded in her lap. "I won't say I understand this whole vampire thing, or if I even really want to understand it. But I do know that I don't necessarily want to be dragged into the middle of this whole thing. The Volturi thing is your thing, not mine and even if you think that the visit to Italy has dragged me into it, you are wrong. I have my life and I will live it how I want." Bella and Carlisle both wanted to say something, but Y/N's raised hand stopped them. "I will promise you Bella and the Cullens that I will do my best to stay away from Demetri." Bella smiled at her. "As long as you're here in Forks, nothing will happen to you. We'll all make sure of that." Y/N twisted her mouth into a pained smile. "There's something you should know. Our father already knows, and he supports me completely in this. I'm moving to Seattle next week." "What are you going to do there, and by yourself? Does mom know about this?" "I got a school offer, which I can't refuse. Mom was the one who helped me to fill out and get everything I needed for it. I'm going to start packing today." "Y/N you can't just leave now" Bella spread her arms, setting to say more. But Y/N simply got up to leave the room. "You willingly entered the world of the supernatural. I didn't, that's what you decided for me, and now I'm deciding for me to leave."

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"Are you settling in okay?" Y/N set her phone down on her desk and saw Bella making herself comfortable on her bed. "Bella I've been gone for six months. I almost feel like I'm home already." Bella laughed. "I still can't believe my younger sister is the first of us to live alone." Smiling, Y/N looked around her one-bedroom apartment. It wasn't much, however it was nice and big and cozy. Everything she needed to get by on her own. "Now tell me what is Seattle like and your school?"

Y/N's face was barely noticeably twisted as she began to talk about her school. She loved Seattle and the people she had made friends with. They helped Y/N get out of herself and enjoy her life like the young girl never had before. But the feeling of constantly having eyes on her didn't leave her. As if someone was constantly in her shadows. Several times, she could swear she thought she saw Demetri Volturi. The first time, Y/N was sitting in a café with friends, relaxing after a long day at school. The second time was at the library and the last was at a club where she had gone to celebrate a Friday with her class.  However, she did not tell Bella about it. She didn't want her to worry or make up anything so that her parents would send Y/N back to Forks. Because she was sure her sister would go to such lengths to keep an eye on her. Especially now that Bella had calmed down a bit when it came to the subject of Demetri Volturi.

"Damn!" Y/N looked around at her desk, "What's wrong?" Bella looked at her sister with concern. The latter, annoyed with herself, just shook her head. "I have to turn in this homework tomorrow, and the book I need to do these assignments is in my locker at school." "Then just ask for more time." Y/N shook her head. "I can't, but the library is still open and I know they need to have that book there." "Be careful, will you?"  "I always am Bella!" The addressed raised an eyebrow and was about to say something, but Y/N pointed her index finger at her sister, "People who jump off cliffs voluntarily should be quiet!" Defensively, Bella raised her hands. "I'm not saying anything anyway!" "Better that way."

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Y/N shakily rubbed her hands together as she walked down the street. Seattle was cloudy as the smell of a coming rain worked its way to the surface. The shivering came, but not only from the cold air, but also because of the renewed feeling of being watched. Discreetly, she turned her head from right to left. But she could not see anything that seemed strange to her. Shrugging her shoulders, Y/N looked for her headphones in her bag and put them in her ears, hoping to get rid of the feeling as quickly as possible. In the library she asked directly at the entrance if the book she needed was really here and was relieved when the librarian said that the book was in the back of the library.

Again with her headphones in her ears, Y/N walked past the many bookshelves. Every now and then she let her fingers glide over the various book spines, while she hummed softly along to the melody. The shadow that followed her stayed out of the young girl's thoughts. Nor did she notice him standing almost directly behind her as she stopped in front of one of the shelves, her eyes roaming over the various book spines. Annoyed, Y/N pulled a frown from her face. The book she needed was on the top shelf. Standing on her tiptoes, she reached for the black leather book, but only her fingertips touched the spine. With a sigh, she stood back up properly and was about to turn around to go back to the front to ask for a stool or other help.

Y/N froze, however, when a body came up directly behind her, or rather when the upper body of a stranger nestled directly against her back and she saw a pale hand reaching for the book. Startled, Y/N pushed the air out of her lungs and turned around. At the quickness of her turn, her headphones fell to the floor and rolled away in different directions. But the young girl no longer cared, because when she looked up, Y/N saw into a pair of red eyes. Demetri Volturi stood not two inches from Y/N, looking down at the young Swan. A smile had settled on his lips, which was more akin to a Predator having his prey where he wanted it than pure friendliness.

"Demetri..." Y/N sounded breathless, which only made the vampire smile wider. "Good evening mon amour. Is this what you needed?" Demetri ignored her questioning look and held the book between them, but Y/N didn't even notice it. She was too distracted by his closeness and his eyes. "What are you doing here?" The blond-haired vampire tilted his head slightly. His smile softened as he lifted his left hand, the one not holding the book, to brush a stray strand behind Y/N's ear. "I came to check on you." Unwillingly, Y/N closed her eyes as Demetri slid his cold fingers back over her cheek. Instantly, goosebumps spread all over her body as she leaned a little further into his touch. Y/N couldn't help it, it was almost as if something was pulling her towards Demetri.

"This isn't your first time here, is it?" Slowly, her eyelids fluttered open. Slightly, Demetri shook his head. His hand lingered on his mate's cheek. "You've just never been alone." Absently, Demetri placed the book, behind Y/N on the shelf. His hand he placed as a support on the edge of just that. In this way he enclosed Y/N and at the same time came even closer to her. His lips were just above hers. "Demetri, what are you doing?" Panic slowly spread through Y/N. Her hands went to his chest, where she tried to push him away. But Demetri just stopped, no matter what Y/N was trying to do. When the vampire put his forehead against hers and closed his eyes, she gave up. Y/N curled her fingers into Demetri's jacket and studied him. His left hand rested on her waist while he slightly strengthened the grip of his right hand on the shelf, making the wood creak in protest.

"I tried to stay away from you after I overheard your conversation with Bella. After I listened to you promise her to stay away from me." Demetri stopped. Still with his eyes closed, he moved his forehead away from hers. He tilted his face slightly forward so that his lips were only millimeters from hers. Y/N drew in a sharp breath as Demetri let his lips move further over her skin to her cheek, to her neck. There he found her pulse point and placed a kiss directly on it.

Y/N's eyes widened in shock as her fingers clawed tighter into his jacket. "Demetri?" Her voice trembled. "Don't do this, please!" Now the young girl sounded tormented. Demetri released his lips from her neck and looked at Y/N again. "Admit it Cheri, you were thinking of me as much as I was thinking of you. Of my hands on your waist, my voice close to your ear, like in Volterra when I finally found you." Again she closed her eyes, almost as if it caused her pain to admit this simple truth.

Y/N still remembered clearly the day she met Demetri Volturi for the first time. His arms wrapped around her so that he could better protect her. The way he had whispered in her ear that she shouldn't be afraid because he would keep her safe. The way he didn't let go of her until he was sure the danger was over. Nor had she forgotten the feeling of safety and security that Demetri had triggered in her.

"Tell me you haven't thought about me for a second and I'll let you go. You won't see me again." Demetri came closer to her lips again. Y/N opened her mouth to tell him to leave, but nothing came out. So she closed it again. Because the truth was, she hadn't stopped thinking about him. Demetri released his right hand from the shelf and let it wander to the back of Y/N's neck. He pulled her a little closer to him. Prevented her from looking away. "Say it!" He challenged her, his eyes falling on Y/N's lips. "Tell me you hate me!" "I can't." Demetri's eyes settled on hers again. He saw the confusion and at the same time the craving he himself felt when he was near Y/N. Demetri broke eye contact, lifted his lips to Y/N's forehead and placed a lingering kiss there. When he released his lips from her skin, he lowered them to her ear. "How long can you hide your sins from the daylight?"

Confused, Y/N wanted to know what Demetri meant by that, but in the next moment he was gone and so was the feeling of his closeness.

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A/N3.0: Please let me know how it was and if you want a second part?

@hc-geralt-23​

[lunajay33]

Waiting🖤 Part.2

Summary: After decades of being alone without a love of his own he finally finds her in a gloomy town of forks, his brother Edward isn’t the only lucky one

Pairing: Emmett Cullen x f! Swan reader

Warning: angsty, fluffy sunshine Emmett

Part.1

•Masterlist•

Friday came and I was a nervous wreck, I didn’t care to tell Bella or dad about this seeing as Bella has already distanced herself from me and I didn’t wanna get dads hopes up, sitting in math class, the last class of the day I kept glancing at the clock ticking closer and closer to the final bell, trying to distract myself I delved back into the worksheet infront of me, soon enough the bell rang and my heart jumped

Anxiously I threw everything into my bag and left the school straight to the parking lot, where Emmett was leaned against his silver jeep, when his eyes landed on me that bright smile stretch across his face making his amber eyes shine

“Hey gorgeous you ready for the best night of your life?” I could feel the heat rush to my face only making his smirk widen

“Not like that y/n, not yet anyways, come on hop in” he said as he held the door open for me, quickly getting in the drivers seat next to me

“Sooo um what’re we doing?”

“Thought we could go hiking, maybe get out of the cloud bank into some sunlight”

“I love hiking! Sounds like fun” finally relaxing knowing now it’s something I’m use to doing

He drove for a while out of forks to a near by hiking trail not commonly used by the public, we got out and started our journey

“So tell me a bit about yourself Angel” he said breaking the silence

“Well there’s not much to know, I’ve lived here my whole life, my sister and mom left when I was young so it’s just been me and my dad, I became homeschooled until now and I usually just read and do homework”

“Not a big social butterfly I assume?”

“Not really, what about you? Tell me everything!”

“Well I have 4 adopted siblings, Jasper, Alice, Rosalie and Edward, you’ll love Alice she’s the sweetest, I like getting out into the forest, love music and working out”

“Yeah I can tell” I smiled glancing at his bulging muscles under his long sleeve shirt

“Woah she’s got some fire in her after all” he laughed nudging my arm

“What can I say you bring it out of me” his hand grazed against mine until he went for it and intertwined his fingers through mine

“Why so nervous pretty girl? Do I fluster you?”

“Maybe, I’ve never really done stuff like this but it’s nice” I saw his features soften as he looked down at me and gently squeezed my hand

“Really? A beautiful thing like yourself, I’m surprised you don’t have boys on their knees begging for your attention”

“I think you have me mixed up with my sister” I laughed nervously

“And who might that be because I don’t even need to see her to know your beauty is beyond anything of this world”

“Emmett stop you’re just trying to make me blush, and my sister is Bella, Bella swan she’s new to the school” he stopped dead in his tracks with a shocked expression

“Bella is your sister, like your actual sister?”

“So you already know her, not a surprise”

“No it’s not that, my brother Edward has been after her since she came at the start of the week, kind of funny how two brothers can like two sisters, but I must say I got the more beautiful”

“You’re too sweet Em, I can’t believe she hasn’t said anything”

“Edward is a very awkward secretive guy I’m sure Bella is the same way maybe that’s why she hasn’t said anything”

“Can’t say you’re wrong”

He looked me up and down trying to judge something, curious

“Do you trust me?”

“I only just meet you but yeah, I do”

In an instant he flung me over his back so I was clung to him like a monkey

“Hold on tight sunshine” everything flew by in a blur, there was no shape to anything with the speed he was going, but however he was doing this it didn’t scare me or make me wonder what the hell was happening, I actually felt at peace

Soon enough he stopped as we cleared the cloud bank and the sun was beaming, he placed me gently back down on my feet and turned around, his skin was like a million tiny crystals, I was in awe by how much more beautiful he became

“Are you scared?” He asked as his face scrunch with worry

I raised my hand and traced down his cheek feeling his hard cold skin

“No quite the opposite, you’re beautiful Emmett”

“Don’t you wanna know what I am?” He asked placing his hands on my hips

“Whatever you are I’d never judge, I feel you’d never hurt me so I don’t care what you are”

“How did I get so lucky” he stated as he lifted me like I weighed a feather, wrapping my legs around his waist

“What do you mean?”

“Us vampires have mates and the moment you bumped into me in the hallways I knew you were mine, the one I’m meant to spend the rest of my life with”

“But why me, you could have anybody”

“You’re everything I’ll ever need, I wish you could see yourself the way I see you Angel, and I’ll spend the rest of eternity showing you how amazing you are”

My heart swelled with the most love I’ve ever felt and I’m lucky enough to finally find the one who will brighten my life

Taglist: @whit0912 @serenadingtigers @twilightlover2007

[fashionteahouse]

Hey would you write cullens x reader when you break up with then over text and give now reason?

hii sure i could 💜 hope you enjoy :)

cullen x reader sends a breakup text with no explanation

Carlisle: double reads it to capture the tone to make sure if you’re joking or not. he would definitely call you, if you don’t answer he would leave a voicemail and would send a simple text of

please call me.

he would want to get to the bottom of it in a civil manner. he would want to know if it was something that he did, if it was something that made you feel some type of way. he knows that the lifestyle of a vampire is dangerous, he would understand if that was the reason but he just would like to know the reason and not be left in the dark. he would want to talk it out.

Rosalie: would pretend that it wouldn’t bother her but her actions would prove otherwise. she would continuously look at her phone to see if you would text back a reason but when you don’t, it makes her feel a tad bit angry for not being in the knowing. it’s the thing that’s constantly on her mind and she isn’t used to just being dumped like that, in fact being dumped at all. she would feel frustrated and even though she doesn’t want to, she would question her value as she wonders if you just became uninterested or bored with her. her nightmare that’s coming true.

Emmett: he would feel sad. he would send multiple texts of why. he would even question if it was him. constantly would check his phone to see if you would reply with an answer. he would try to give you your space but would eventually try to see you in person because he could only remember the good times that you both had. he can’t think of a bad time that you two had and would want you to tell him a definite reason so he could fix it.

Alice: she would WORRY. the wrong person to do this to as she would text you and blow your phone up with calls. you broke up over text with no reason but she would find a reason one way or another. she would pace as she constantly would check her phone and when she’s had enough of no reply, she would rush to see you to find where you are to question you in person.

Edward: would try his very best to brush it off, but he would overthink, he can’t help it. he would try to convince himself that “it’s for the best” only to find himself thinking deeply about you, not being able to get you out of his melodramatic mind. he wouldn’t reply, just simply find himself rereading it. he would dance around your contact name, wondering if it’s a good idea to just call but he would chicken out each time. especially if things were fine and good before, he would be very confused on the sudden surprise. he wouldn’t make it known, but he would try to give you your space but he would cheat and try to get an idea of where you might be. would question if you met someone else.

Esme: it would definitely hurt her feelings, often find herself blaming herself. thinking back to what made you lose interest and would want to end the relationship you two had with each other. she would try her hand at trying to text you answer your phone, but won’t overdo it. she would get the idea that you want peace but she would feel like she really wants an answer to the mysterious reason of why you ended things with her. she would leave a nice voicemail to your answering machine, letting you know that if you need to talk, she would be here and she won’t judge you for your reasoning. she would let you know that she will still be there for you.

Jasper: he would be very confused because he knew that things were fine and healthy. it would kill him to not know how you’re feeling and he just wants to hear your voice, not replying to the text but calling you back to back, hoping that you will answer. he would find himself trying to visit you but he wants to get the okay from you first, it’s hard because you won’t answer the phone and the text message that you left him, was very vague.

[volturissideslut]

What if the Humans adopt a child just to see what’s so special about humans and why the Cullens like them so much, not knowing how troublesome a 8 year old can be?

𝖁𝖔𝖑𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖎

strap in because this is going to be one hell of a ride (also I'm assuming asker meant volturi adopt a chaotic human child)

Aro, ever the curious one, cannot even fathom why dear Carlisle cares so much for these... creatures

And it's been like over 3000 years since he was human and he can't really remember much about living

It would also help if it would stop making Marcus be such a miserable slab of stone, and perhaps even Caius could do with a new toy

It just seemed like destiny when an 8 year old child strayed from the feeding group one day, too entertained by chasing a fat tabby cat that had jumped the wall to the garden

Whatever parent or guardian that came with seemingly hadn't noticed - not that they were alive long enough too

And, of course, Felix was the one to deliver the child to Master Aro considering he's the only one with a modium of decorum or respect for life in the castle

Any of the other guards would have eaten you on sight to be honest (they wouldn't in the future but you're just some random human child right now, they don't care about you yet)

Aro takes one look at you're little form, sticky fingers; muddy knees; grazed elbows; a leaf in your hair

Perfect

They're keeping you

easy, right?

wrong

Why is a overexcited yet hysterical human child such a lovable inconvenience, you may ask

well

1) none of them can fully keep track of you're emotions,why are children so confusing???

2) they can't fully keep track of your whereabout either

"HOW ON EARTH DID YOU GET OF THE ROOF YOU HEATHEN CHILD" - Caius probably

3) they know nothing, and I mean nothing, about humans. Expect them to ask the secratery for help next time you're sobbing, only to find out you're hungry because they haven't fed you a proper meal in days thinking you'd forage for it yourself

I swear Marcus is the only one who is knowledgeable, despite how small it is

"the child requires sustinence again" - Jane, fed up of this shit

4) they're used to the traumatic stuff of vampire life, you are not, they don't realise that

poor kid is gonna be so traumatised, by the age of 10 killing someone over cereal seems socially acceptable

At least Caius actually has a soft spot for you, otherwise you'd be dead dead by now

Marcus reads you bedtime stories

Aro wants you to grow up appreciating everything he does, there are many 'daddy/daughter dates' where he takes you to see plays, musicals, concerts, or whatever that he deems suitable

Caius pretends to be impressed with your drawings and fakes excitement at whatever lego monstrosity you've made

Alec shows you the world, taking you around on his days off to Scotland, Brazil, India or wherever you randomly point to on a map

Felix let's you use his cloak as a blanket when he's not using it, you like to play with it and use it for dens and pillow forts (it can also be used as one of those massive fabric parachute tent bubble thingys the class played with in nursery/FS1/kindergarten and hid under (you know what I'm talking about))

Demitri let's you win at hide and seek despite his gift letting him know where you are at all times. He is also not above pretending to play to keep you out the way and quiet for a solid five minutes before you come out giggling saying you won again

Jane will capture butterflies and set them free with you because she knows you love them and you also love to chase them

The queen's are always dressing you up like a doll and doing your hair, they basically get a list from the secratery of everything humans need (food, water, socialising etc) and fulfil those needs for you

The secratery is the only one who actually knows what you want and need most times, being human herself. The kings are seriously considering turning her instead of just killing her you your sake

And God forbid anyone touches their precious baby, you've grown on them and they'd burn the world for you in an instant

[bless-my-demons]

Redamancy: Chapter Twenty-Four

Series Summary: What happens when your soulmate is a vampire that struggles to maintain a diet of trying not to kill you? Common sense says run for the hills, nothing is worth your life - but my heart is whispering why not, what’s there to lose?

Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff, cuss words, and… angst

Notes: I fell asleep after I decided to add a Jasper dialogue last night… I’m sorry it’s later than normal lol remember, I told yall Jasper has to make up for his being gone😌🫣

Word Count: 2373

Series Masterlist

• March 20th, 2006 • Forks HS •

Reader

The weekend passed by in a blur, I spent it wishing I got more time with Jasper, but he desperately needed to hunt. So that left me with Quil, if he noticed my far-away mind, he didn’t comment, the new video game he picked up Friday occupied most of his attention.

Friday. I jumped off a cliff with Bella, was rescued by Quil’s ex-best friend, and then the object of my every waking thought showed up at my doorstep.

Friday was a long day, to say the least.

Which brings us to today - Monday. I have to go to school as if it were a normal fucking day, like my weekend hadn’t changed the trajectory of my life. Like my other best friend isn’t in Italy right now fighting to save the man she loves.

Slamming the door shut to my locker, I turn towards the direction of second period when a hulking mass at the other end of the hallway stops me short.

The blonde next to him grins, gracefully walking in my direction as if no more than the weekend had passed since I last saw them.

“Life has been rather dull without you.” Rosalie brings me into a delicate hug, the smile on her face growing.

“I missed you too.” The words aren’t much more than a whisper and my heart twists in my chest, they’re really back.

My eyes haven’t left his and they’re so full of sadness. The hallway empties out, but neither of us has managed to move an inch or look away.

Rose nudges me, “Go.”

A simple word, but the command moves my feet. It started off as one step and then two, but then I’m halfway down the hallway in a full sprint. Emmett takes one large step and then another before I fling myself into his arms, wrapping my own tightly around his neck.

“I hate you.” The words aren’t true, but this ache in my chest can’t be described any other way.

“I know.” His words are muffled as he lifts me.

“I missed you every day.” Tears well in my eyes, making it hard to see the grin splitting Rosalie’s face.

“I missed you more.” He argues back.

Safety, that’s Emmett McCarty Cullen. He’s strength and power and softness that only a man his size with his heart could exude. He is the definition of protector - someone that would go to any lengths to safeguard those closest to him. And just his hugs alone could cure anything, the hug of a brother who cares immensely.

“You left me.” The tremble in my voice gives my hurting heart away.

He clears his throat, “And I put him through hell every day for it.”

“He really has.” Rose confirms, full on smiling at me.

Emmett sets me back down on my own two feet, holding my shoulders in his massive hands, “Never again, I can promise you that.”

“Emmett-” I start, but he isn’t having it.

“Nope, we’re already late for class and I have some catching up to do.” Winking, he offers me one arm and his mate the other, leading us in the direction of next period.

• March 21st, 2006 • Home •

Reader

“Hey, you got a sec?” Knocking on the door frame to my mother’s bedroom, I watch as she turns off her tv.

“For you? Always honey, c’mere.” She pats the bed in front of her, her full attention making me a little nervous.

I sit and work up the courage for a few beats. “He’s back.”

“I know, I saw Doctor Cullen at work yesterday.” Her calm answer surprises me.

“I’m not sure what to do, momma.” I pull at her old bed spread, hoping for some words of wisdom.

“Well, you have options.” Her warm hands cover mine and encourage me to meet her eyes. “You can kick him to the curb since he dropped off the face of the earth for six months.”

“Or?” I ask, provoking her to complete her unfinished advice.

“Or, you can give him another chance.” A beat of silence while I weighed her answer. “You don’t have to do it right away either, you can ask for space to think about it. You can make him talk it out too.”

I process the possibility of cutting him out of my life for all of half a second before my heart tells me it’s impossible.

“Talk to him, I know you need to.” My mother has always been able to read me like a book, it’s why it’s so easy to get along with her.

“Why give me options? Why not forbid me to see him?”

Her knowing smile grows, “Because you’ll do what you want anyways. And no matter how much I want to protect my baby,” she lovingly strokes my cheek, “you have to navigate this in a way that heals that pretty heart of yours. I’d be failing you as a parent to not allow you to figure this out.”

“Mom-” tears threaten the corners of my eyes.

“Don’t think that means I’ll cut him some slack.” She jokes, but her tone includes some seriousness. “He hurt my baby.”

“I love you, you know that?”

“Always sweet pea, I love you too.” She delivers a sloppy kiss to my cheek before reclining back to her previous tv-watching position.

Rising from her bed with a lighter heart in my chest, she stops me at her doorway, “I got your back kid, whatever you decide.”

I turn and give her a genuine smile, “I know, thanks mom.”

• March 22nd, 2006 • Forks HS •

Reader

Setting my tray down at the dubbed “Cullen table” I make direct eye contact with Edward as I stand before the siblings.

Don’t fucking do that again.

His face splits with a grin. “To which are you referring?”

Leaving her, leaving your family, going to Volterre with a death wish, you fucking idiot.

He actually laughs at my angry directive thoughts, the bastard.

You have people that care about you, you know. My eyes soften as his meet mine seriously. Including me. I’m glad you’re safe. And home.

He nods, unable to meet my eyes now.

“I’d hug you if you weren’t so adverse to physical affection.” Before I finish my statement, he rises from his chair to round the table towards me.

Shock roots me to the spot as his arms envelop lightly around my frame, my arms hesitantly wrapping around the tall Cullen after a beat.

“Thank you.” It’s whispered low enough for just me to hear and he’s returning to his seat.

Emmett’s jaw practically hits the floor, “You’ve never given me a hug-”

“Because your hugs are rather violent in their intensity.” Edward notates.

“But-” Emmett whines.

“No ‘buts’, I’m his favorite.” Sticking out my tongue at Emmett as I take my seat next to Jasper, the jealous vampire launches into a deep explanation of why he must be the family favorite.

“Thank you for starting something I will never hear the end of.” Jasper leans over to whisper in my ear as I grin at Edward who rolls his eyes.

“Glad to be of service.”

Reader

That afternoon I rode with Alice to the Cullen’s after school, something about an intervention with Bella and their family. And naturally, the curious part of me agreed to tag along.

The moment her car comes to a stop in their driveway, Jasper is opening my door and offering me a steadying hand.

“Do you know what this is about?” I ask, watching as Alice skips ahead of us.

“Not a clue, sweet girl.” He answers, leading me inside his family home.

His cool hand enveloping mine sends a pang through my chest, it’s like none of this is real - I’m just in some heavy dream. I’ve wished and hoped for their return with every fucking cell in my body, but now that they’re back? It’s surreal and I’m on edge - I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Standing loosely in a circle in the living room, our attention turns to Bella on the stairs, Edward looming behind her.

“You all know what I want. And I know how much I’m asking for. The only thing I can think of, for it to be fair, is to just vote.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about-”

“Shut up.” Bella shushes Edward from his grumbling.

Bella is asking them to vote on her becoming a vampire? A slight tremble begins in my hands, this isn’t exactly a debate I’d wished to be a part of. I mean, what would this mean for me? Would we eventually have one of these for me?

“Alice?” Bella asks, opting for starting with the one securely in her corner.

“I already consider you my sister.” She surges forward to wrap her in a hug. “Yes.”

One vote yes.

“Thank you.”

“I vote yes.” The rumble of Jasper’s chest under the hand I have placed there stops my breathing. “It would be nice to not want to kill you all the time.”

It would be nice to not want to kill you all the time. The words ring in my ears and burn my chest, repeating.

Two votes yes.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry to both of you for how I’ve acted. And I’m really grateful that you were brave enough to go and save my brother.” Rosalie’s next sentence a quiet confession within her answer, “But this isn’t a life I would’ve chosen for myself. And I wish there had been someone there to vote no for me. So, no.”

A breath, one vote no.

“I vote hell yeah.” Em spins her around in his excitement, “We can pick a fight with these Volturi some other day.”

Three votes yes, one vote no.

“I already consider you a part of the family, yes.” Esme happily gives her blessing as Carlisle steps forward to look at Edward.

Four votes yes, it’s almost unanimous.

“Why are you doing this to me?” He asks his adoptive father. “You know what this means.”

“You’ve chosen not to live without her, which leaves me no choice. I won’t lose my son.”

Carlisle’s answer is like a gavel being slammed down, sealing her fate, confirming what she wants.

Bella meets my eyes, even I can tell relief floods them as I’m sure anxiety fills mine. She’s going to turn into one of them - a vampire.

Jasper

After a few heavy minutes following the votes of my family, I turn to Y/n.

“Would you like to go home? It’s getting late.” I ask her, but her eyes are distant.

Immediately I gently probe at her emotions, but I can feel her trying to suppress them. I furrow my brow as I look down at her, why is she hiding from me?

I tilt her chin back and she removes herself entirely. Ice, I know as a vampire my core temperature is already low from the absence of blood in my system, but with her physical departure - it feels as though every ounce of warmth has been zapped from my very soul.

“I need time.” Her request is hardly a whisper and her eyes still refuse to meet mine.

Shock roots me to the floor, time? She’s asking for time from me. Not with, from. Away. Without.

And I must grant it to her. I’d give her anything in this world she would ask for.

I remove myself a step back from her even though my chest wishes to tug me forward.

“Emmett?” I ask aloud, not taking my eyes from her, he immediately answers by way of flashing to my side. “Take her home?”

“Of course, but-?” Curiosity tinged with sadness finishes what he fails to ask.

“Just get her home safe, please.” I step aside, forcing my eyes to my shoes as I clear the path to the front door for them.

Emmett escorts her outside and I swear, every bit of strength leaves and threatens to buckle me. I watch as the Jeep’s tail lights disappear down the driveway from the front windows.

“It’s the right thing to do.” Esme lays a hand on my shoulder as she watches with me, I hate the truth in her words. “She needs to process everything, we haven’t given her the chance and now this with Isabella, it’s a lot.”

“I know.”

Love. “Come here.”

I turn into her waiting arms, the overwhelming urge to cry hits me like a fucking freight train when her arms pull me close.

“She will be back, just be patient with her.”

“What if she realizes-”

“Nonsense, she��s hopelessly in love with you.”

I pull back to inspect her face, “What?”

She smiles at me in only the way a mother really can, “My son, trust me. Give her a few days, but she needs to know that love is returned.”

“How do you-”

“I’ve known since the day you first brought her home. I knew then she was yours before you ever figured out she was your singer, I’m a mom like that.” Winking at me, she pats my shoulder. “She makes you happier, lighter. It makes me happy to finally see that in you.”

Venomous tears make my vision swim, more often than not I take the fact that Esme mothers us in ways unique to every single one of us for granted.

Glancing down, I clear my throat like a typical male trying to avoid being emotional, “Thank you, Esme.”

“Dear, you never have to thank me, I love you more than you know.”

“I love you too.” I kiss her on the cheek, our talk having smoothed out my frayed nerves.

Time. I can give her time to think, to process everything that’s happened in the last week. But then she’s mine - she has to know how I feel about her. And if she wants nothing to do with me after that?

Well, I guess I’d give her that too.

But not until after I fight for her, because fighting for her is in my bones. Fighting is all I’ve ever known and it’s time I put it to good use.

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