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lis-likes-fics · 4 years ago

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The Cullen Games

Pairing: Carlisle Cullen x Reader (but it has a lot of Cullen Family x Cullen!Reader) Word Count: 3189 words, I know Warnings: None. :P Author’s Note: I literally just thought about how fun it would be to have a piggy back ride with Emmett and then proceeded to concoct this beauty. Enjoy, pfft-

The moment the sun was high enough to make the light reflect beautifully off of the water in the streams, Y/N had a wicked grin on her face. It was officially the first day of spring and it was time for the seasonal Cullen Games.

She burst into the living room where a few of the family members had settled, Carlisle came in the door behind her with a silent smile on his face as she announced, "Cullens, it's that time of year. You love it, you live it. It's the Cullen Games!"

"The Cullen Games?" Bella asked, looking up from her book where Renesmee was sitting with her on the couch. "What's that?"

Carlisle wrapped his arm around his wife's waist as he smiled, "We usually have it four times a year, the first day of each season. It's our little taste of the mundane."

Alice clapped, "We have the most fun with it. We just haven't been able to do it in the past couple of years for...reasons."

Bella knew those reasons, they were quite obvious. They hadn't been able to do it in the past couple of years because she was there with a new problem every few months. But that wasn't the point. The point was, it was time for the Cullen Games.

Esme smiled, "Alice and Y/N have an intense rivalry every time. They're always trying to figure out whose team will win. I think they're at a tie this time."

"Yep," Carlisle sighed, "Which means this time around will be extra competitive."

Y/N nodded, "And we have a few new members to help up with the games this time."

Rosalie looked up with narrow eyes, "Who?"

She smiled wickedly, "Jacob, Seth, and Leah. They're part of the obstacle course. We're spicing things up this time. Plus, Seth really wanted to join."

Esme flipped through her book as she asked, "Have you chosen your teams yet?"

Y/N shrugged, "We don't pick until the day of, so no. But I know my team."

"Ah-ah-ah!" Alice exclaimed, "Not yet! We have to set up the course."

"Yes, I know, I know," Y/N sighed, "We're getting there."

Emmett cracked his knuckles, "This is gonna be great."

Y/N smiled wickedly once again, she did it a lot this time of year. She loved the Cullen Games, she was part of the reason they existed. It would start with the explaining of the courses, the choosing of the teams, and then the setting up of the courses. Once the teams were chosen, they would chose their roles and the game would start. Whoever's team won the games would chose a team member to kick off the first hunt of the season. No one really cared about the hunting part really, it was just a fun prize.

Y/N and Alice, however, did care a lot about who won. They've been doing this for forever, trying to beat one another in the games. After winning and losing and winning and losing, they were finally at a tie. There was no special prize in it, they just really wanted to see who won.

Everyone loved their competition, it was one of their favorite things about being a Cullen - getting to watch Alice and Y/N battle to find out who could do the games better.

Y/N grabbed the whiteboard she and Alice had been writing on for the past week to figure out what the games would consist of. She wheeled it into the room with a red marker and started explaining.

"The Station One is 'Tree Climb'. The team leaders -- spring season is me and Alice -- start the races this way. We will climb up the starting trees, travel on tree top, and then drop down when we see our next team members."

Alice explained the next bit, "Then there's Station Two, 'Piggy Back'. After getting down, you climb on your partner's back and they carry you to the halfway point. Once you reach the halfway, you switch to your next partner's back and they carry you to the endpoint."

Y/N nodded, "Right. Station Three is 'Hole In Three'. There will be three hoops. Once you get off your partner's back after reaching the endpoint line, you tag your next member. The other two members will get to their next positions during this station. The team member will pick up one ball and have to score it in each hoop in only one throw. You will only be able to see two hoops, you will have no clue where the third hoop is. If you miss a hoop, your team loses points. The wolves will howl for how many you got. After the throw, that member will tag the rider back in and they go to Station Four."

Alice rubbed her hands together as she started explaining the next station, Smacking her ruler on the board to the purposefully terrible drawing of a wolf. "Station Four is 'Wolf Chase'. After tagging your member back in, you'll both go to the next checkpoint where Jacob, Leah, and Seth will be waiting as wolves. They'll be chasing after you, you have to avoid them. If they get you, you lose points. Once out of bounds, you will grab your team flag."

"And there, you'll start Station Five," Y/N took over, "Station Five is a three-legged race. You'll grab the partner that took the second piggy back in the second station and tie your legs together. The flag must be wedged in between your legs and secure. If the flag falls, you lose points."

Alice nodded, "Once your couple reaches the checkpoint to start Station Six, 'Finish Line', you hand your flag to the member who started the piggy back and they will take it to the finish line where Renesmee will take the winning flag and wave the victory."

They took it all in as they thought over the games. Just then, the three wolves walked up the stairs and stared at the board in confusion and slight concern. "What'd we miss?" Jacob asked.

"You'll get a brief summary later," Alice explained, "Right now we pick teams! Since Y/N got the most points last games, she gets to pick her first member." Alice sighed at the last bit, mumbling to herself about how she won last games so she didn't even care.

Y/N smiled triumphantly and looked over the room. She looked at Carlisle, "I love you, but I'm choosing Emmett first. Come on, himbo bro."

Emmett stood, cracking his knuckles again as he laughed, "Nice." He high fived her and Alice looked over the room. "Edward," she smiled.

"But you get him every time!" Y/N whined.

"No, I don't! You had him last games and the games before that," Alice complained. Y/N mumbled under her breath before breathing out a laugh. She looked at them again and immediately picked Carlisle. "I love you," she mouthed to him. He smiled and chuckled silently, kissing her forehead and standing behind her with his arms wrapped around her waist.

"Jasper," Alice said.

"Bella."

"Rosalie."

"Seth, Jacob, and Leah are their own team," Y/N explained. She turned to Bella and smiled, "Welcome to the winning team." Bella chuckled, "Happy to be here." Alice scoffed and glanced at her team.

"Loser- I mean, Alice, what's your team name?" Y/N asked her with a smile.

Alice rolled her eyes, "Gone with the Win."

Y/N stuck her tongue out and put a thumbs down, "That's lame, terrible name."

"That's a great name, Y/N, I don't know what you're talking about," Rosalie commented with a laugh.

Y/N stood next to Emmett as she smiled, "Well, we're Blood Bath and Beyond." She high-fived Emmett proudly and Carlisle commented, "I don't know how to feel about that name."

She turned to her husband, "Well, you can join the loser's side. No one will judge you."

Emmett whispered, "Everyone will judge him."

Carlisle rolled his eyes with a smile and a laugh, "I'm okay, thank you." Y/N clapped her hands together with a proud smile, "Top that name, Alice. Bet you can't."

Alice rolled her eyes, "Whatever, discuss your team roles."

Y/N chuckled and they left the room to go to the next one and discuss - even if that didn't stop the others from listening in. The only reason they didn't was because it was cheating, they would be disqualified if they eavesdropped. Esme usually narrated the games or posed as a referee, so they would be in line. She had a little helper this season.

Y/N looked over her team as she assessed them, "Alright, maggots - just kidding, I love you - this season is going to be tough. It's the tiebreaker between me and Alice. We gotta show what real winners look like. Emmett, you'll start off the Station Two with the Piggy Back and you'll switch with Carlisle. You'll carry me to Station Three, where I'll tag Bella. I hope you have a good arm, because Esme will not be kind when she sets those hoops up. Once you hear the howls, you tag me back in and we'll head into the trees. When we get there, Carlisle and I will do the race. You'll stick the flag, securely, into the tie. When he get to the end of the race, I'll hand the flag to Emmett, who will carry us to victory, both literally and figuratively. Good?"

They all somehow understood her game plan and went with it. They gave her a single nod and she answered any questions they had. Once they finished, they picked their team colors. Naturally, red for Blood Bath and Beyond. Gone with the Win chose the color blue. They got their flags set at the checkpoints, then they set the lines down. After another hour, the hoops were set up, as well as the ties for the race, and Renesmee's podium at the finish line.

They went over the stations one more time, even if it was only slightly unnecessary, and everyone got in their positions. They gave their signal and Y/N turned to Alice, "Remember, you can't use your powers."

"I know, I know," she rolled her eyes. She smiled, "I'm still gonna make you take that 'L'."

"In your dreams, buttercup," Y/N scoffed.

"I don't dream," Alice said as they got to the two trees they would start the games at. Esme stood with Renesmee at her side. They started counting. "Three." "Two." "One." "Go!"

Alice and Y/N took off up the trees like bullets, moving in a blur to human eyes as they reached the top of their two trees in no time. When they reached the top, they carefully searched for their partners, locking with their targets and racing on treetop.

When she reached the last tree, Y/N completely skipped climbing down and just dropped down to the ground. Emmett knelt and she climbed on his back, her legs over his shoulders. He took off, racing through the trees and avoiding any that would knock them down. She looked behind her and saw Alice and Jasper gaining up on them on their side of the course.

Y/N silently cursed and patted Emmett, "Don't go around this one."

"But-"

"Trust me," she told him. They headed straight for a tree, the branch extended out and threatening to knock her off his shoulders. She steadied herself to her feet, still on his shoulders, and jumped over the branch. He had his hands held out for her. She did a flip before extending her body, he grabbed her in the air, placing her back on his shoulders. "You're crazy," he commented.

"Crazy wins the race," she commented with a smile.

When they finally reached the halfway point, instead of climbing off of Emmett's shoulders, she placed her hands on Carlisle's and jumped over Emmett's head and onto Carlisle. She glanced over and saw that Edward was waiting for Alice and Jasper impatiently.

Smart. Edward was the fastest.

Carlisle rushed to the next endpoint. Whatever had affected Jasper before, definitely wasn't affecting Edward as he darted through the woods. "Step on it, Carlisle!" Y/N exclaimed.

He told her, "Edward's faster."

She shrugged, "But can he throw better than you?"

"What?"

"When we get close to the line, throw me," Y/N instructed him. Carlisle sighed heavily, a smile playing on his lips at the ridiculousness of her plan, but nodded.

As expected, Edward passed them at some point as the finish line got closer. Carlisle took a hold of Y/N's waist as he reached up for her, gripping them in his hands before chucking her over the line from who knows how far. She shot like a bullet over the line, immediately tagging Bella.

"And Y/N comes flying to the third station, tagging Bella into the game!" Esme exclaimed as Bella picked up her red ball and aimed carefully. Carlisle went to his next station to wait. Alice finally got off of Edward's back, tagging Rosalie. "Here comes Alice in second, tagging Rose in for a chance at redemption," Esme continued to announce, as if they had an actual audience. Bella threw her ball and, after a moment, the sound of three wolves howling broke the silence of the distant air.

"Yes!" Bella exclaimed, tagging Y/N back in. Rosalie threw her ball and only received two howls. "Dammit!" Rosalie muttered, tagging Alice back in.

They darted to the boundary that the wolves were waiting in, treading carefully and silently through the trees. It was so silent, a snapping twig would disturb everything there. When Y/N heard a soft growl from where Bella was headed, she crouched and lunged forward, shoving her out of the way as Leah leapt from the trees, Jacob and Seth coming out as well as they lunged for the vampires. Leah knocked Y/N off her feet as Bella turned around momentarily. Y/N scrambled to her feet and dodged Seth and Jacob, dodging Leah's second attack.

Rosalie and Alice whizzed by her and Y/N motioned for Bella to keep going. They both darted out of the trees, seeing Alice and Edward putting their legs together as Rosalie began to tie them. Y/N cursed silently, rushing to Carlisle and getting herself ready.

Bella quickly tied their inside legs together and intertwined the flag in their ties. Y/N and Carlisle nodded, intertwining their inside hands before carefully rushing to the endpoint where Emmett was waiting to take the flag from them.

Y/N smiled when Alice and Edward's flag fell over and they had to call for Rosalie to fix it. Y/N and Carlisle reached their endpoint and tagged Emmett, who grabbed their flag and darted for the finish line.

When Jasper finally got their flag, it seemed as though he was going to win. But when they reached Renesmee with their arms extended and their flags waving in the air, everything seemed to stop as they tried to look as see whose flag was going to wave first, both flags were in her hands. It happened so quickly that no one but Renesmee would tell who won.

Esme looked to the girl as she asked, "Who's the winner?"

Renesmee smiled and raised an arm, waving the red flag in the air excitedly. Y/N and her team smiled and cheered as Esme announced, "And the winner of this season's Cullen Games is Blood Bath and Beyond!"

Emmett and Bella high fived and he brought her into a bear hug as they celebrated. Y/N looked to Carlisle with a large smile, hugging him tightly before finally kissing him. When they pulled back, she exclaimed, "We did it!"

"We did!" Carlisle replied, "But, next time, I pick the name."

"Oh, alright," she smirked, "You're a summer leader anyway." She turned to Bella, "Oh, that reminds me. Bella, you're joining Emmett as a Fall Leader. You'll have your own team for Fall Games."

She cheered to herself and then turned to Edward to rub her victory in his face. Y/N walked over to Alice, taking Carlisle with her since they were still tied together. Alice also had to haul Edward with her, they were also still tied together.

Y/N held out her hand and Alice shook it as they congratulated each other for a good game. Esme then talked with Renesmee as they rounded up the results. "Okay, we have the points added up. Gone with the Win had six points total. You received two points for making only two hoops, and you won three for successfully avoiding the wolves. You won one more point for getting to the Three-Legged race first, but you lost that point when you dropped your flag. You won an additional point when you managed to get your flag to Renesmee so quickly," Esme explained.

Renesmee spoke in her small voice, "Blood Bath and Beyond won seven points total, so Gramps will be choosing the first member for summer's games."

Alice's team cheered again and Esme smiled, "You won two points for finishing station one first and starting station two first. You got three points for making all three hoops - good job, Bella. You lost three points when you were attacked by the wolves and lost another point for starting second for the race. You got one more point back when you managed to keep your flag straight, and you won five additional points for winning."

"Who's starting the Spring Hunt?" Jasper asked Y/N since she was the leader of her team. She smiled at Carlisle, "Why don't we have our leader kick it off this season?" Carlisle bent down and kissed her gently and everyone agreed.

Later that evening, they sat around the fire they made outside with the addition of Seth and Jacob - Leah didn't really want to join. They laughed and talked for a while as the sun officially set and it got dark. After another short while, Seth went back to his home and left the Cullens to themselves. Jacob went into the house with Renesmee so she could sleep.

Right before they got ready for the hunt, Carlisle stood and look around at the faces of each member of his family. He smiled, "This season's games were fun. It was nice to be able to have those again after a handful of seasons away from them. Let's welcome our newest members of the games, Bella and Renesmee."

The family clapped for them before turning back to Carlisle. Y/N smiled up at him warmly as he continued, "May this spring be as good as any other as we welcome it this year."

There was a light whoop around the fire and he looked down at Y/N, her eyes sparkling as she gazed up at him. He smiled softly to her and then turned to the rest of the family. "Good hunting, everyone."

"Good hunting" was scattered around the fire and they took it as their rightful cues to begin. They left into the wood and Y/N stood with Carlisle, a hand in his as she smiled at him. "I love you," she muttered happily.

Carlisle kissed her gently, "I love you."

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rekrappeter · 4 years ago

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Twilight || s.r

pairing: spencer reid x friend!ssa!reader

word count: 2.8k

warning: not sure if there is any lmk if i missed anything that is triggering | not proofread

summary: being hopelessly in love with spencer reid and him being oblivious to it

a/n: my requests are open so if you have any please send them my way ♡

Falling in love with Spencer Reid was the easiest thing you ever did. It happened so naturally and effortlessly, it was like a river that flowed silently through a rainforest. The exact opposite of how you would describe falling in love with anyone else; the last relationship you had, it was like a waterfall, emotions crashing into the pond beneath you. Every time he smiled, you wanted to smile. Every time he cried, you wanted to be the one to comfort him. Being in love with him made you want to be a better person, he inspired you to no end.��

The only problem with being so deeply and unconditionally in love with him was that he was completely oblivious to it.

You could yell it from the rooftops about how you felt about him and he still couldn’t get the hint. He may be the most intelligent person you ever met, but when it came to love and feelings, it was like a completely different person. Or the alternative to that was maybe he did know how you felt, and he chose to ignore it. You tried not to think about that too much, hoping that deep down there was something there. That you weren’t just making everything up in your head.

Whenever your gaze landed on Spencer at his separate desk, his honey-brown eyes usually scanning the pages of a textbook, your heart wanted to explode at how soft and cute he looked. You wanted nothing more than to go over and cuddle him, feeling the texture of his cardigan cover your body. That was another problem with being in love with him, he was your colleague. Not just your colleague though, but someone that you would consider your best friend.

Spencer was the one you turned to whenever you needed to rant and rave about how you spilled your morning coffee rushing into work, or how you couldn’t fit into your favorite pair of jeans at the weekend. He would be the first person you’d call if you had exciting news to share. He would also be the person to comfort you if you ever felt low or distressed about anything. He had shared things with you as well, he trusted you with his life.

It was the reason why he caught you staring at him right now but to him, it only looked as if you were deep in thought. Spencer wanted to know what you were thinking about, what, or who could possibly make your expression look that soft and euphoric. He grimaced at the thought of someone that wasn’t him making you feel undeniably happy. The change in Spencer’s face made you jump from your thoughts, and he sent a small wave your way that was accompanied by a sweet smile.

You never shied away from Spencer’s gaze, you got used to him catching you looking at him. Glancing around the bullpen, you realized that everyone slowly started to return home after a long day of work. There was something comforting about a quiet and near-empty office space, it was a complete change to the hectic atmosphere that you were used to experiencing.

Spencer stood up, his muscles aching from spending too long at his desk and he walked over to you. “Do you have any plans tonight?” He asked, his voice was low and it was gentle, almost like he was afraid to speak too loud to disrupt your thoughts.

The dimmed lights above glared over Spencer’s features, he looked exhausted and his hair was framing his face. “Not a thing.” You exhaled, running your hand over your face.

“Oh, that’s great…” He replied, causing your brows to furrow, “I mean, we should have that movie night that you were talking about earlier.”

“Are you sure you’re not too tired?” You nibbled on your bottom lip, watching the smile on his face falter slightly and he shook his head. He looked so innocent at that moment and you wanted nothing more than to cuddle in close. “Sure, Spence. I’d love some company tonight.”

When you returned home to your apartment in what felt like weeks being away, a sense of comfort circled around you. The smell of your favorite candle lingered in the air, you kicked off your shoes and dropped your work bag to the floor. Spencer walked in behind you, closing the door. It didn’t make you nervous having him here, he’d come over at least once a week whether to watch a movie or have take out.

“As usual, make yourself at home.” You smiled up at the taller man, and he followed your lead with kicking his shoes off. “I’m just going to change, you know where the DVDs are.”

Spencer walked further into your apartment and lifted his messenger bag off his body, placing it gently down beside your brown, cushioned couch. He remembered the first time he was ever in your home, he was tense and uncomfortable, afraid to touch anything in fear that’d he break it but now he was the complete opposite. He enjoyed being there, there was a strange sense of calmness that washed over him whenever he was here. Maybe it was more to do with the person that owned and decorated it, but needless to say, he always delayed leaving.

Scanning your DVD collection, his long fingers pulled out a movie that he had never seen before but he heard all about the hype it created. The thing he loved most about you was that you made him branch out to different things, he’s watched movies he never even heard about and you were willing to open your mind to movies that he recommended.

“Twilight?” The sound of you gasping made Spencer jump slightly and he looked over his shoulder, his eyes dropping to your outfit choice. He was shocked that he recognized the oversized jumper that draped your figure, it belonged to him and he realized that he must have left it here one night. “I-umh I hope you don’t mind me wearing this.” You said, breaking the silence as his brown eyes trailed along your face.

“No, no, of course not. I-it looks good on you.” Spencer stuttered, a red tint painting over his cheeks. Your heart felt like it was about to jump out of your chest at his words. He thought you looked good.

“I also got these for you, just in case you wanted to get comfortable,” You threw a bundle of clothes at him, causing him to drop the DVD onto the floor to catch them. Giggles trailed from your lips and you shook your head at how uncoordinated he can be. “Popcorn?”

Spencer nodded in response, looking at the clothes he caught. They were his pajamas, he left a spare pair here just in case and they came in handy for now. After changing into them, he returned to the living room to see you cuddled onto your couch in your normal position with a large quilt hugging you. The movie was ready to be played and drinks and popcorn were rested on the coffee table. Spencer took it amongst himself to dim the lights down which gained your attention.

“Why did you pick this movie?” You asked, reaching for a bowl of popcorn while he sat down next to you. You lifted the blanket up to cover him as well and you twisted your body to rest against his. This wasn’t unusual for you and you definitely took advantage of it to release the urge to cuddle him.

“You and the girls keep talking about which team you are, I want to understand and see what team I support.” Spencer hummed, stretching to rest his arm around your body and bring you closer. Your heart pounded at the gesture, feeling his fingers rub against your bare hip underneath the covers. You had to remind him that he was being friendly as usual.

“How can anyone be team Jacob? It’s very clear that Bella only has feelings for Edward and she was just using Jacob as a distraction technique. But also because of the obvious beauty Jacob possess in the movie, you can see why he has such a large fanbase. I wonder if they read the books, would they be team Jacob or Edward?” You watched Spencer ramble on about the two Twilight movies you watched together that evening, his brows were creasing together and there was a clear expression of distaste evident on his face throughout the movies. You were surprised how much thought he was giving to them, especially when he has watched movies a lot more controversial than these. Spencer looked down at you, tucked into his chest and he stopped talking, “Sorry, I’m blabbering again.”

“You know I like listening to you ramble, Spence.” You reassured him, patting his chest.

Spencer blushed again, swallowing a lump in his chest. “Why though?” The question just fell off his tongue, he hadn’t meant to ask you but he just wanted to know. Why were you so different than everyone else?

“Why do I like listening to you?” You sat up from his embrace, despite your body’s protest of wanting to feel his warmth. Spencer nodded and you sighed, shrugging your shoulders and his eyes drooped down sadly, he started to pick at a loose thread on the blanket. The mood became sullen. Just tell him. “I don’t know why, Spence. I guess I just like hearing you talk about things that you know, you teach me something new every day.”

Spencer’s lips twitched slightly and he looked at you, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to put you in that situation.”

“Is everything okay?” You asked, twisting your body to face him. Your hand unconsciously grabbed his hand in yours. When you first met Spencer, he refused to give you a handshake and it took months for him to allow you to hug him. The fact that he never protested now when you touched him made you happy, hoping that you would never have to go back to that awkward phase of second-guessing.

Spencer nibbled on his bottom lip, and you could see his thoughts flying through his mind. He was distracted and bothered by something. “Do you think I’m annoying?”

A bellowed laugh escaped your stomach but ceased when you realized that he wasn’t joking with you. You kneeled on your couch by his side, grabbing his face in your hands to turn his eyes to you. “Absolutely not!” You exclaimed, pouting at him. “What’s got you thinking that?”

Sighing, he pulled away from you causing your hands to fall limp by your side. “Whenever I start talking, people start rolling their eyes or exhaling as if I don’t have anything important to say.”

“That’s not true and don’t feed me that bullshit.” You demanded.

“Y/N-”

“No, Spence! Everyone adores you, everyone loves you. I couldn’t imagine my life without you and I know the others feel the same. You brighten up our lives, trust me.” You smiled at him, his frown lifted slightly and he brought your body close for a hug. You wrapped your arms around him, embracing the warmth again. “Do you want to sleep on the couch tonight?”

Spencer sighed, nodding into your shoulder. “But can you stay with me?” He whispered, he wasn’t sure if this was overstepping the boundaries but when you agreed, it just felt natural to be cuddling with you throughout the night and he wasn’t sure he’d be able to fall asleep alone ever again.

Weeks passed by and it became a regular occurrence for Spencer to spend the night at your house. It was completely platonic. The only problem was that you never cuddled with any of your other friends as much as you did with Spencer. Another issue was that you both were for some reason keeping it a secret from the team. You did it unconsciously though, whispering to Spencer about what time he would be there at or he would find you when you were alone to see if you had any plans for the evening. The sad thing was you always made sure you had no plans so that you could spend it with Spencer.

“Hey,” You whispered, walking up to Spencer in the kitchen of the BAU making a coffee. You looked around at the empty room, smiling up at him. He handed you a warm cup and you gladly accept. “What time are you coming by tonight?”

Spencer swallowed thickly, his eyes blinking quicker than usual. “Actually, I might not be able to come tonight.”

“Oh, that’s okay.” You chuckled, embarrassed that you had just assumed he was always free. He did have a life after all.

“It’s funny actually,” Spencer spoke, a smile on his face, “Derek asked me to go on a double date tonight. Savannah has a single friend, I wouldn’t normally consider it but…” He trailed off, watching your expression drop. “Hey, are you okay?” He asked, his doe eyes looking down at you.

Your lips twitched, you tried your best to plaster a smile on your face but it was near impossible. “That’s great… I actually, I have to go.” You muttered quickly dismissing yourself, turning on your heels and stalking away from the confused man. You wanted to slap yourself at that moment, you shouldn’t have made it so obvious that you were upset but at this point, you weren’t even sure if Spencer was going to notice.

By the time Spencer returned from making his coffee, he noticed that your desk was cleared and your bag was missing. Derek walked up to him, patting him on the shoulder. “What happened to Y/N?” He questioned, knowing that Spencer would be the best to ask.

“I-I don’t know. I told her about the date tonight and she just walked away.” Spencer muttered, replaying the moment in his head but he couldn’t find any reason that you should be upset unless you had romantic feelings for him. “Oh…”

“Are you just realizing this now, pretty boy?” Derek whispered, watching the pieces come together in the younger man’s head and he let out a laugh. “You may be the smartest person I know, but you are clueless when it comes to women.”

“Derek, I messed up.” Spencer sighed, tucking his hair behind his ears. “I- we have been sleeping together for the last few weeks-”

“Hold up a second,” Derek interrupted, his eyes wide in shock.

Spencer awkwardly coughed, protesting immediately. “Not like that, no! I just go over to her apartment after work, we… we cuddle and then fall asleep together.”

“Every night?”

Spencer grimaced, realizing how oblivious he has been, “Most nights.”

“Kid, you ain’t coming on that date tonight. What you need to do is go and get yo’ girl before it’s too late.”

Spencer banged on your door, his hair falling over his face but he didn’t care. He was silently panicking on the inside, what if he was too late to tell you that he liked you as more than a friend?

“S-Spencer, what are you doing here?” You asked, wiping the tears that were dancing down your cheeks. It broke his heart knowing that he was the reason for your hurt.

“I may have an eidetic memory and 3 PhDs, but I have never been good with women.” He replied, breathless from banging against your door. “It hasn’t taken me this long to realize my feelings for you, they have always been there but I tried to ignore them because I want you to be happy, and being your friend is better than nothing.” He rambled on. You looked up at him in shock, letting the door free from your grasp. You watched as he licked his lips, he was beyond nervous and when you didn’t say anything back, his heart deflated. “Or maybe I completely misread this situation-”

“No, no, you didn’t.” You interrupted quickly before he had a chance to take back what he said. It was everything you wanted to hear since the first day you met him.

“I’m so sorry that I didn’t say anything sooner.”

“I am too, Spence.” You whispered, bringing your arms up to hug him and he circled his arms around your waist pulling you into him. You leaned back to see his face, watching the happiness swirl beneath his brown orbs. You caressed his cheek, bringing his face closer to yours. “Is this okay?”

“Most definitely.” He replied, his eyes fluttering close and he brought his lips to yours. The whole world was spinning around you, and you could die happy right now. His lips were soft and warm, and you never wanted to leave this moment. The kiss was short and hesitant, but when he pulled away, the smile on his face said a million unspoken words. His breath fanned across your face, and you felt alive.

In that moment, you felt weightless.

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this is very much not proofread so apologises for any awful mistakes lol but i just dont have the patience for it

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storytimefromthecreed · 5 years ago

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Fight Club

(Altaïr vs Bayek)

“Why are we doing this again?” Arno leaned against Edward, munching on his turkey sandwich.

“We’re trying to see what will win.” Maria answered. On their side stood Edward, Maria, Malik, Altaïr, and Arno. The opposite team consisted of Connor, Alexios, Evie, Bayek, and Ezio.

“Altaïr’s inability to accept defeat, or his devotation to Bayek.” Malik concluded, and he and Maria laughed.

“Might be the only one to take him down.” Edward mused, remembering the bruised ribs Altaïr had gifted him the last time they sparred. “Get ‘em, Bayek!”

“Way to support your team, mate!” Jacob called from across the backyard.

“Oi, shuddap mate!”

“You two.” Maria gave them the look, and Jacob and Edward skulked.

“It’s an honor.” Altaïr fumbled with his words, but he wouldn’t allow his body to follow suit. Shaking his head, he focused his breathing and watched Bayek. To be fair, he’d been watching Bayek since he joined the house, but now he watched him with a fighter’s eye.

“Please, don’t do that. This is a pair of friends having fun.” Bayek stretched his neck, relaxing naturally into his poise. Friends?! Bayek said they were friends! Altaïr fought the hitching in his breath, the pounding of his heart, and focused his breathing. He was getting in his head, and if he did that then the fight was already over.

But Bayek wouldn’t do that. Bayek wouldn’t try to manipulate Altaïr.

Allah, it was already working.

“A good, clean fight.” Malik looked between the pair and eyed Altaïr. “Altaïr.” Altaïr threw up his hands. “Ready? Set? Begin!”

Altaïr chose to circle Bayek for two reasons. First, standing gave Bayek a better read of him and he didn’t want to him to know he was nervous. Second, he needed Bayek to move. Locking eyes with his target, he blurred his face and focused on his limbs. Bayek circled him with a controlled calm. His arms swung freely. His feet barely lifted from the ground

The balls of his feet were the last to leave the ground and the first to return to it. That would make the impact absorbed at his knees. Pressure on the hips.

“Come on!” Jacob yelled, “I’m getting dizzy!” The crowd laughed and Bayek smiled at Altaïr gently.

“I guess they want a show.”

“Again, it’s an honor, Bayek.” Rushing, Altaïr closed the distance between them in three steps, and used the third step to roll around Bayek. At his back, Altaïr threw one arm around Bayek’s neck, bringing his face up to expose his throat, and latched his hand to his opposite bicep.

Instead of clawing at his forearms like novices do, Bayek caught Altaïr’s ribcage with his elbow, then took a step back. Using the momentum of the step, Bayek twisted his hip, catching Altaïr’s side. Biting through the pain, Altaïr caught Bayek’s foot and twisted. Bayek allowed himself to spin, and dropped to the ground.

Altaïr was on top him, but Bayek did a push up and rolled. Altaïr landed on the ground, and Bayek was atop him. They grappled on the floor for a minute, neither giving the other an inch. Altaïr pushed Bayek up a little by holding both his hands, then smashed his head to Bayek’s nose. Quickly, he tucked his feet to his ribs, and sent the groaning Bayek flying backwards.

While Bayek landed on his backside, Altaïr rolled to his feet and ran after him. Finishing the fight, Altaïr took two strides, pushed off the ground with his third, and became airborne. Arm pulled back and hand curling into a fist, the fight was his.

Until Bayek flipped up. Standing strong, braced for impact, Bayek squat.

Then, he spun.

Tapping Altaïr’s side with his foot, Bayek sent him spawling. Altaïr landed on both feet in a low crouch. Nothing but calm laughter warned him of the incoming tackle. Chuckling at their game, Bayek held Altaïr’s neck with his forearm, clasping his bicep and restricting Altaïr’s airflow. Trying his best to elbow Bayek’s side, Altaïr controlled himself. He took a pause then went rigid and hit. Missing, he tried again. Each time, Bayek just side stepped. Finally, Altaïr dropped to his knee, spinning around to tangle their legs.

It was a stupid move that made him as unbalanced as his foe, but he was desperate. It worked! Altaïr had straightened. They boxed on their knees. When Bayek boxed, Altaïr blocked. When Altaïr hit, Bayek dodged. They worked their way up to their standing positions, and the fight began anew.

But it had gone on too long. Sweat blurred both their visions, and Altaïr felt himself growing weaker. Not giving that thought a foothold, he pressed.

Altaïr jabbed once more, but Bayek was ready. Maybe he was as tired of this fight as Altaïr was. Grabbing his wrist, Bayek rolled around the punch and flipped Altaïr to his back. The wind left his lungs.

Cheers and groans filled the backyard, and Altaïr was released. Turning around, Bayek lowered his hand and smiled. “It was an honor fighting against one such as yourself, Altaïr. Would you mind if we did this again sometime?”

Altaïr’s heart elated as he took Bayek’s forearm and let him help him up. “I’d enjoy nothing more.”

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suffering-and-happy-about-it · 4 years ago

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The Killer of Jonathan Low (Football Time, Part 3.)

Revision date: June 2024 ☀️ Song inspo: Rosyln by Bon Iver (2009)

Series Description: Every twenty years, Carlisle Cullen has the courtesy of inviting his old-time friends to his residence to catch up with them and play a game of baseball. This time was supposed to be different, though; the Cullens found an entire pack of players to expand the teams.

Part summary: It was the time to talk about the ‘wolf thing’. Yet instead of that, your deepest secret had also been revealed to complete stranger. And that was a thing you’ve been very afreid of. And also, a dumb promise was made that night.

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After a few seconds of silence, you turned on your heels mindlessly and followed the forest road - neither of you was excited about starting the conversation. Yes, you were dreading the conversation since you knew what the topic would be… Given Seth's heart rate, however, you were worried about the boy having a heart attack. - "Wanna sit somewhere?" - You offered, already climbing off the main road. The faster and cleaner, the better; that was your current mantra. "Yeah, 'd be good." - Seth mumbled. He couldn't speak up for his life - if he would, his voice would crack… Making him seem like even more of a kid than he already appeared to be. At times like these, Seth was jealous of Jacob's height and body type. While Jacob stopped aging around sixteen - but he looked like an adult. Seth, however, still strongly resembled the fourteen-year-old he was… Almost five years ago. Seth's hormones seemingly didn't kick in - yes, his muscles and body transformed so he could house the wolf and he was just as tall as all the other guys… When it came to growing a beard or a mustache… Let's just say Leah endlessly teased him about it - she also had the courtesy of informing Seth he'd look like an absolute idiot with a beard. Your voice woke him from the train of thought.

"Lead the way, Clearwater." - Watching as he passed by, you pushed your palms into the jacket's pockets even deeper. That boy… Something about Seth was making your inner vampire freak out. While Edward melodramatically commiserated by naming the primal side of him a 'monster', you chose a simpler approach. You divided the vampire into two parts - the one you presented to the public and the primal, aggressive one acting solely on emotion and urges. You couldn't recall the last time anything or anyone made the primal side of you act so wildly and unpredictably. At first, as you followed Seth, you suspected the animal within you assessed Clearwater as a threat. After all, he was supposed to be your mortal enemy. You strongly suspected the animal wanted just to snap his neck and get it over with - that the self-preservation instinct just kicked in. And yet, there wasn't any distinct smell driving you away. His physical presence didn't ring any bells, it didn't dial your reflexes up to 11, and it didn't make you wary. But then… It happened. Seth jumped off a boulder, turned around, and offered you his palm with an innocent smile.

You've suspected that all vampires were frozen in time. With all their qualities and afflictions, they remained the same… It wasn't possible for vampires to just… Change out of the blue. Each of you needed an incentive, a push from outside - the shove into the abyss. Since your heart hasn't beaten for a few centuries, you'd suspect it can never break - or, in the worst case, feel … Whatever was spreading inside your chest. The uncomfortable feeling settled in every inch of your body, setting you on fire. Even though you hadn't moved and stared at Clearwater's palm, you'd swear you were close to dying and perishing in agony. What was the incentive? The look in his eyes? Your reflection in his eyes revealing all the remaining, unnamed emotions Seth hid away? Could it be the loving, warm smile on Seth's lips? The gesture itself? Fuck, the animal within you got louder and hungrier, lusting for something far more complicated than a simple conversation. It was famished, yes, but it desired something you forbid yourself from having. It craved him.

"Hey? You okay?" - Seth wondered, snapping you out. As you blinked frantically, the boy grinned. - "I was worried you vampires could go to shock." "I don't need your help, Clearwater." - Turning down the offered palm, you acrobatically landed next to him. - "I'm a vampire, not a damsel in distress." "Yes, ma'am. Follow me, we're almost there." "You know this part of the woods well? I thought this was vampire territory. Forbidden to werewolves, I mean." "My pack spent a lot of time around when Bella was pregnant with Nessie… And then, when Volturi planned on destroying the coven because they thought Nessie was a threat. We became great friends back then."

"Did you meet them?" - You wondered, catching up with Seth. He was visibly pleased by having next to him, not behind him. "Both packs met the Volturi, yeah. Needless to say, they didn't like the wolves very much - their sentiment was returned. I don't get it, though." "What?" "Why does a group of ground-level, ancient vampires rule over all of you? Who gave them the right to judge others and burn them if they aren't up to the Volturi standards?" - Seth wondered, making your heart repeat the exact motion from before. Warmth emitted through your body once more, causing your breath to hitch. Seth was saying everything you thought about the Volturi and their old-fashioned despotism over the vampire populous. However, no matter how much you hated Aro, the vampires needed some sort of a control mechanism.

"The first thing is to realize that not all vampires are like the Cullens, I guess. Their coven is very sophisticated and cultured, acclimatized to living among humans - they are willing to follow the human rules and ways of life, even going as far as studying at schools, getting jobs, and standing in their house to be human-like. But not all of us are like them. Even though, most aspire to be like them somewhere deep down." - Smiling sadly at the image of you and… Another wave of warmth. No, that couldn't be. That couldn't happen. You wouldn't allow it. "Then, there are all the vampiric vampires - those who kill people and suck every drop of blood out of their system. These, especially newborns, aren't much more than feral creatures that can't be controlled. Thankfully for all the fragile humans, the Volturi regulate these numbers frequently. Listen, I hate these bastards - they've killed a lot of my good friends… But I can see the point of a despotic, cult-like coven." "I like your perspective." - Seth admitted profoundly, nodding to himself. - "What you've said makes sense."

The silence made its way back - now, you were just taking the surroundings. The Forks woods mesmerized you in a sense. The treeline seemed endless as if the sky ceased to exist. Millions of shades of green covered all objects as far as eyes could see. It soothed your eyes, it calmed you down. The moss livened the woods as if the trees and rocks breathed. The muddy, wet soil offered a nice contrast to the calm green. The crackling of water hitting the ground and the rush of a nearby river tickled your ears, making you smile. You could see a hind in the distance looking at the two of you, its muzzle contracting frantically as it snuffed around. Everything had its place in these woods and nothing was excessive. Something was magical about the forests in the Olympic Peninsula.

Pushing your palmes further into the jacket, the two of you finally reached your destination. Seth stopped in front of a ravine and the river you could only hear up to that point also got a physical form. The riverbed was a few feet below you, the shallow canyon lined with slabs or wet, cold, dark grey rock. It was heavily outgrown with greenery, most of which you'd name if Seth asked. You had centuries to learn about them. As he started to sit down, your palm stopped him in motion. Stripping your jacket off, your palms folded the clothing as a booster seat for Seth. - "Take this. We don't want you to get cold."

The difference between the Canadian and Y/N was striking, at least for Seth. Once everything got silent and there weren't any distractions around (meaning mainly Emmett and Jasper), your entire personality shifted. Since you hadn't got anyone to push you over the edge, Clearwater could see and pinpoint all the gentle edges and soft spots you neatly hid away from the others. Soft expression painted your face, your eyes remained focused - each glimpse offered Seth a warm, undefinable emotion. He could see how thoughtful you were. Seth especially liked that one small wrinkle appearing each time you've knitted your eyebrows. For Seth Clearwater, each inch of you was mindblowing. "But… Won't you get cold?" - The boy opposed uncomfortably. You stared at him for a second. Then you realized he wasn't joking. Seth was dead serious. "Alice forced us into that designer terror of a jacket in case any tourists bumped into us. They'd be unsettled if they saw how muddy we were." - Not dwelling on the topic for longer, you sat onto the rock as well - you swung one foot over the edge, looking into the ravine. There was a small dandelion hidden in the shadows, a late bloomer. You loved these the most. - "Well… Start talking, Seth."

"What about?" - Seth asked, looking away from you. You both knew what conversation you were supposed to have - each second you were staring into the ravine was nerving Seth out, making him fidget and gulp uncomfortably. "We need to go through whatever Edward and Jacob wanted you to talk about." - As you whispered, the discomfort straining Seth's body hit the imaginary peak. Clearwater realized he'd have to explain… Everything. It was obvious you'd never met shape shifters up to that point. Thus, you didn't know how anything worked. Jacob's situation way back when was much simpler. Bella was there when his first phasing happened, she was already informed about the wolves to some extent. Therefore, Seth started with the ultimate classic.

"Well… You know… It's… It's a wolf thing." - The boy choked out. Your eyes were on him immediately - widened and confused, the wrinkle between your eyebrows deeper than ever. Seth Clearwater was blushing, sweating, and blinking infrequently. As if that wasn't screaming 'nervousness', there was also his unhealthily quick heart rate. "A… Wolf thing?" - As if repeating the words would suddenly make them logical, your lips recreated every syllable. At first, you hoped he wasn't serious - the fact that Seth looked similar to a deer in headlights made you realize otherwise. He was dead serious, again. It was a wolf thing, you thought. Everything related to shapeshifting was a 'wolf thing'. Noted. Despite the seriousness, you couldn't but chuckle and shake your head in disbelief. - "Can you explain that 'wolf thing' to me? I'd love to discuss it and help you solve it."

"Fine, fine, okay." - Seth nodded, letting out a shaky breath. As he tried to hype himself up, he turned his upper body towards you and started gesturing. - "By saying that something's a 'wolf thing' it means that it only happens to the shapeshifters." - At that explanation, you had to burst out laughing. "Figures. I'm not saying I'm the smartest vampire around, but I'm not that stupid either." "No. No! I didn't mean it like that. Ugh…" - Seth muttered, looking away from you. Well, in for a penny, in for a pound. He had explaining to do. "Get to the point for me, would you?" - Smile sweetly, this gave Seth enough courage to speak up.

Back at the meadow and throughout the game, the pack yelled their telepathic lungs as they argued about the imprinting. Any opinion remained unsaid, one worse and more hurtful than the one before. Each of them condoned it unanimously, stating that it wasn't normal. It wasn't supposed to happen - there wasn't any reason for this to fucking happen. Historically, there wasn't a single story describing a shifter imprinting into a cold one. Sure, the stories described them as breathtakingly beautiful, some even going as far as calling them god-like. Albeit acknowledging the vampire's physical attractiveness, it supposedly wasn't possible to imprint into a Cold One. Factually, this generation of the Quileute tribe was even the first to establish a comradeship with a vampire coven. But… Some part of them was human, no? It was human, even if centuries ago. In Seth's eyes, you were just as human as he was.

First off, vampires could form great social relationships and strong, deep bonds based on love, trust, and sympathy - just like everyone else. Whether as partners, a family, a coven, or as friends, it didn't matter. Secondly, vampires could also work in a usual nine-to-five job - Doctor Cullen and Esme were shining, prime examples. Thirdly, the Cold Ones also enjoyed activities Seth deemed as normal - learning, playing musical instruments, reading, creating, whatever else your heart desired. As Jacob dubbed it, you were flawless at pretending to be alive, albeit just being pieces of living stone. In Seth's eyes, you've just fallen into different groups of people, there wasn't more to it. While his heart was beating, yours was fragile and in need of warmth and protection. While your body resembled an antique statue, his could be molded to fit your imagination. While he was the fire, you were the cold balancing his flames - your proximity ensured Seth wouldn't set ablaze. There wasn't a difference between his and Embry's imprinting, not really. The whole debacle around you being 'a vampire' just gave it a new dimension. One nobody knew excited. It made everything more exciting and offered endless possibilities.

Seth's body language was telling. You've heard it all even before Seth started talking - it took each drop of will just to smile at him, just to sit tight on your ass and not run away like a coward. The warmth was making you panic, deeply uncomfortable. You realized what was happening - and the longer you've sat next to him, the stronger every emotion, mainly desire, got. You had to fight every ounce of your consciousness not to pounce at Seth right there and then, the warmth alternating every cell of your body. You've changed. You've already changed. The change was irreversible and leaving Forks only meant centuries of torment - centuries of longing to return to Forks just so you could let the flames consume you… So you could get lost in him. How were you supposed to leave? No idea, but you forbade yourself from even touching Seth fucking Clearwater. He was a shapeshifter - you were a fucking vampire. Even if… This whole construct was doomed from the first moment it started.

"There's something we call imprinting. Ever heard about it?" "Think you already know the answer." "How would I… Well, you know, in romantic books and movies something special happens. Sometimes, you look at someone, anyone, and they catch your eye, right? There isn't any logic to it, it just happens. They call it love at first sight…" - Seth breathed out, his eyes finding yours. - "We call it imprinting." - If your stomach was able to contract, it just did as you closed your eyes and realized the worst - you were right. And he wasn't done, by the looks of it. - "It's quite literally love at first sight. It can be anyone. You don't know until the moment you look at them - suddenly, there's a blast of emotions, untying you from gravity and the Earth. One moment you're standing on your feet, the next you're floating in space around them. Without them, there's no you. You'd do anything they'd ask, be anyone they'd like you to be…" "That's. Not. Love." - You responded, gesturing for Seth to stop. That's how he felt? Enslaved? Enamored against his will? The pure warmth radiating through you started to soak with cold once more. Even though you didn't need to breathe, it was hard to steady your breath enough to respond. The pain was a lot - more than you could handle. - "What you've described is slavery, not love. Don't mix these up."

Seth didn't know what he expected from you, but it surely wasn't tears rolling down your cheeks. He didn't expect you to tremble either, let alone have trouble with composition. His heart broke at the sight; the pain was even greater because he didn't know what to do. "That's what Jacob wanted me to talk about…" - Seth admitted. - "That's the situation." "No." - You muttered, looking away from him as you shook your head. As if what Seth stated wasn't an acceptable option. - "No." - You echoed, weakly this time. Well, none of this wasn't going as he planned, his eyes swelling now too - surely, Jacob and Leah expected such a reaction. But Seth? Poor, naïve, and innocent Seth hoped they were wrong. - "… You're just a fucking kid, Seth. You realize that?" "Age's just a number, Y/N." - Seth muttered, snickering. Trying to figure anything out, your palm grabbed onto the roots of your hair and tugged. Quickly, you stood up and walked around in a circle (like an injured cat), trying to find a solution.

"Well, listen up, buckaroo. I've been around for a while, kid." "Me too." - Seth blurted, standing up as well - he was trying to look you in the face. - "I know I look young… But I'm almost twenty-five in here." - Seth continued, tapping the side of his head. Your amused expression was all he needed to see. "But you're still a kid, compared to me. You… Can have a life, grow old, have children, a family, a life worth living? Most vampires I know would murder just to be in your position, Seth. What am I compared to you? A piece of living stone, let's set that right. Everything you see will remain the same for decades, centuries even. There's no alternative future for me. Until the day other vampire tears me apart and sets me on fire, I won't change at all." - The panic was truly setting inside your chest, the cold tarnishing the golden streaks of warmth Seth Clearwater ignited inside you.

Twenty minutes ago, you were under the illusion of Seth having free choice in the matter. You'd miss his warmth, yes, but you'd force yourself to leave him behind. You'd yearn after him and suffer, yes - you'd undeniably go as far as to sneak into La Push so you'd see him. You'd spend nights watching him from far away… Out of Seth's sight. The images of Seth's future were colorful and vivid in your imagination. In your mind, you could see a small house on the outskirts of the woods, accompanied by a traditional pick-up. Ruckus could be heard from aways - three children were running around, crowing, laughing, and yelling. They'd be covered in mud and patches of grass, playing tag, squealing with excitement. Each little devil had his eyes, so true and warm it'd spread his warmth through your body again. His wife? A beautiful, intelligent, kind angel - he'd deserve nothing less. And Seth? The image of an aging man knocked the air out of your lungs - he'd be standing in the doorframe, watching over his kids. Older Seth's facial features got rougher, manlier. His hair was long and lazily tied in a bun; one of the stands would curl on his shoulder. Seth would be happy, contained with a small, happy family. You'd be stupid enough to reveal yourself, but it wouldn't mean anything. You'd be nothing more than a distant memory, a possibility, something he'd be glad he avoided. And instead…

"How long's that while?" - Seth asked, waking you up by putting both his arms on your shoulders. "That's not important." "How long?" - The boy urged. Something broke inside your chest. That little remnant of Seth's glowy, happy, sticky light inside your chest wanted Seth to trust you… So he could feel safe around you. That something wanted Seth to like you. "I'm older than Carlisle." - It was barely a whisper. Realizing what you were about to admit, you closed your eyes and inhaled deeply. - "It was me. I'm the one who Carlisle hunted down… And I'm the one who changed him. I'm Carlisle's creator." - As the secret left your chest, some unknown weight disappeared. You haven't told anyone - Carlisle and you were the only people who'd known about it. And now… It was out.

You've never admitted it out loud. Just imagining it… The admission would burn your entire world to the base. The look in Esme's eyes would crush you. Emmett's silence would be the cruelest sentence. Rosalie would disdain you. Vulnerable little Alice wouldn't even answer. Jasper wouldn't be hit with your betrayal as much as the others, you liked to imagine - Carlisle didn't create him, after all. Edward, Bella, and Nessie? You didn't even dare to think about them. Seth, as if he could see the images flash in front of your eyes, caught your jaws in his palms to ground you. You immediately stepped aside, but you were grateful to Seth for unlocking the prison inside your mind… For letting you out, more specifically.

Changing Carlisle wasn't deliberate, neither was it premeditated. At the height of his former career, Carlisle was the head of witch hunters back where you lived. The accusation came out of the blue - but before you could grasp anything, a whole commando of religious freaks hunted you down like an animal, forcing you to hide in local sewers. Carlisle was the only brave enough to enter and chase after you. It was one bite in self-defense. Nothing more. At first, you contemplated leaving Carlisle to his destiny. You could've left him behind so he'd massacre the entire village once he'd come to. But something about his expression (very thoroughminded and kind) made you change your mind. With as much discussion as you could ensure, you found a lonely place in the woods - a safe one, far away from any signs of civilization. His transformation was rapid and yet, each second of his wailing made you cower in pity. What've you done? Couldn't you just run away and hide? Why did you bite him? … He wasn't even a threat.

The first thing Carlisle attempted to do? Tear your head off your body and bite your neck. You could understand that, his confusion and fear and… Hunger. That unquenchable hunger. Just like most newborns, Carlisle was subdued by the smell of humans. You killed innocent people too, but those days were far over - on the other hand, you weren't in a position to patronize or limit him. All you could do was to watch, cleaning his mess after he finished. The power of being a newborn was too overwhelming, that you admitted. You had your fair share of endless power and prolonged by serving for the Volturi. Those days, as you've said, were far over. To your surprise, his thirst stopped from day to day. Technically, it hadn't stopped and wouldn't ever disappear, but Carlisle managed to suppress it. You've never seen such self-control in a vampire. Mesmerized by Carlisle's will to repent for his sins, you agreed to show his your way of life. After years of walking the Earth together, you said your goodbyes and set out on your separate journeys. Thankfully, those imaginary paths entwined once more and let you remain Carlisle's friend.

His determination still enchanted you, even after all those years. Even if you were the one to change him, even if he tried ending his life in multiple ways (once, you've had to step in and send Aro's underlings away, taking full responsibility for his actions)… He still accepted you as his friend. Furthermore, as a member of the extended family. Carlisle Cullen was a better human being than you ever had the chance to be. What were you without him? Who were you compared to him? No one. Not much more than another pointless existence wandering the Earth. All the horrid crimes you've committed in the name of the Volturi still haunted you, your past following everywhere you went. It resurfaced without fail - whether it was a memory, a troublesome situation, or bumping into remnants of clans you've helped 'cleanse'… Your life wasn't suited for anyone else. It was a one-man party. There were times when you had trouble keeping yourself safe - let alone just imagining to drag this ray of sunshine into these hellish pits.

This constant danger was one of the main reasons you forbade yourself any love - even though Carlisle's love was so unforgiving, almost unbearably so, you had trouble accepting anyone else into your life. These weekends were the only time you were allowed to feel needed and loved, like a part of a family. After the three days ended, another twenty years of loneliness and longing ensued. Carlisle shared multiple times he doesn't understand your life choices - but he also deliberately decided not to meddle with them. You've tried. You tried falling in love. You've had many short-term relationships with both humans and vampires resulting in anything but heartbreak and loneliness. You couldn't accept that you'd be worthy of anyone's love. Solitude fitted you better - it let you drown in melodrama and self-pity.

But now, there he was. The boy whose look made you shiver and tremble. These eyes weren't filled with anything but adoration and happiness - not a trace of fear, disgust, or disappointment. Seth's goal was clear as could be - you. Only you. Clearwater's indisputable loyalty, which you hadn't even earned yourself, shook you deeply. It cracked your core. Let alone being a few centuries older than Seth, everything about this made you sick. Is age just a number? Fuck, sure, but the whole four centuries weren't. While you watched people being executed in broad daylight, his great-great parents weren't even born. You've spent most of this boy's childhood hiding away in the Mariana Trench - a greater portion of it, anyway. This much time separating you was unacceptable. On top, you've had more experience than him - no way Seth's lovey-dovey stare would break your morals and conviction just because.

"Listen, what if… There's someone else out there that you could imprint into? A human girl or another wolf?" - Peak panic was unmissable in your voice. Honestly, Seth would do and say anything just to calm you down, but there wasn't an easy solution for any of this. Everything's been set in stone, and either of you could turn back time. All the solutions that crossed you out of the equation would either torment Seth or cause his demise. Every solution that crossed Seth out brought centuries of unimaginable anguish to you. "We both know the answer." "Don't you bring me into this wolf thing mumbo-jumbo, Clearwater. We didn't ask for a piece of this shit. This has to have a solution." "Y/N listen to me. It's physically and mentally impossible for me to fall in love with anyone other than you." - The boy was holding your face in his palms once more, grounding you in reality. Trying to prove him wrong, your eyes frantically darted across your face as you shook your head. All flags and signals he'd been sending you, however, were green.

"No. That's wrong. Peak bullshit if you ask me. You can fall in love any time with anyone, just like you did with me. You wolves don't have stories about that?" - Your voice cracked, turning into a high-pitched squeal filled with pleads. And there it was - the snap. Years of training and tracking finally kicked in, turning you into a caricature of yourself. Your expression and posture were devoid of any emotion. Except for your eyes - those revealed everything Seth needed to know. - "I can't be your fucking solution. And if I am, then I'm the worst solution ever." "Listen, I don't have to be your… Your boyfriend… I can be whoever you'd like me to…" "Do I look like I need a slave? Seth…" - You muttered, taking his palms off you - immediately missing his warmth. Clean cut, you reminded yourself. Clean, fast cut just so his wounds wouldn't bleed as much. - "This, whatever this is, isn't happening. I don't plan on staying here and you won't leave with me, you hear? Tomorrow morning, I'll pack my shit, jump into my car and leave Forks. I'll see the others twenty years from now. And they sure as hell won't be living in Washington anymore."

Clearwater's chest was growing heavy as he tried to take a breath. He'd been massaging his ribcage with his fist to relieve the pain, tears streaming down his face. In an ideal universe, you'd wrap your arms around him, curl him up on your lap, and caress his hair while pressing soft pecks onto his forehead - whispering sweet nothings and promises you couldn't keep. But… This wasn't an ideal universe. Seth's been on his last breath, desperately grasping onto any remaining straws. "What if I grow old for you?" - Clearwater muttered, facing away from you. "Seth…" - It was a plea and an unsuccessful one at that. Seth just turned to you, determination written into his eyes. - "What do you think twenty years gonna change? It's a drop of water in the sea to me." "Stop and listen to me. I'm serious. If you think I'm too young and don't have a chance at life, let me grow older. Twenty years you've said, right? Give me that time, then. And come back, see what that would do. If that doesn't work out…" - Your stomach flipped as you realized what he's alluded to. No. Your sweet Seth Clearwater wouldn't put himself in harm's way, you wouldn't allow that. "Seth…" "I beg you." - The boy urged, staring into your eyes. It was a promise, nothing but a stupid promise that'd push Seth to live on. It'd be a promise to hang to, something in the distant future to look forward to. If you'd have to be his incentive to live but it'd still allow you to stay far away so you could protect him… You could live with that.

"Under one condition." "Anything, Y/N." - Clearwater agreed, a little too excitedly for your taste. - "Ask me anything and I'll do it." "You'll put yourself out there and experience life. You'll try to find someone, anyone else, and try to start a family, okay? Live a normal, human life - gather memories and experience, travel, and see some things. If you'll find them, and you will, you won't look back at me." - Seth could dispute. This was different from how imprinting worked… But you didn't know that. It was just a promise to try, after all - Clearwater didn't have to succeed. As you offered him your palm, he shook it with a bittersweet smile. He'd already seen the pain imprinting inflicted onto everyone involved - he didn't have to look further than at the Leah-Sam-Emily love triangle. He wouldn't make the same mistake. Seth also realized the imprinting wouldn't disappear even if he stopped to shift. The fate was cruel and inescapable, as sudden as it was involuntary. And yet, he couldn't feel anything but happiness.

"Now that's settled, we can head back." - Humming after sealing the awkward promise, you picked Alice's fashion terror of a jacket from the ground. Even though you did your best to remain at least seemingly composed, all the conflicting emotions within your chest made it difficult. - "Heard Esme's about to make you guys some cocoa with marshmallows, Nessie's favorite. We don't want to keep her waiting, do we?"

"They're almost here." - Edward muttered to Alice and Jacob, seeing the top of your head pop up in the distance. The boy was reading through your recent memories at the speed of light, trying to understand what happened. - "It's… Chaotic. I can't determine anything with confidence." "What about you, weirdo?" - Jacob looked over to Alice. "She's leaving. She's leaving without Seth. But there's… Something. I can't quite…" "A pact." - Edward whispered, watching Seth through your eyes. He'd recognize the emotion among millions of others. While yours wasn't as intense, he felt the same when Bella stole his heart. The undeniable warmth made your heart seemingly beat, spreading into each inch of your body. Seth Clearwater irreversibly changed you. On the other hand, a numbing cold started to spread through your body, mashing with all the warm and bubbly emotions within you. - "They've made a pact."

"Does that mean…" "Seth isn't in direct danger if that's what you mean. Y/N promised to come back twenty years from now. Under a condition." "A condition?" - Jacob scouted, confused by everything he'd heard. "She wants Seth to have a life without her around." "That's not how imprinting…" "… And he realizes it's the only solution if he doesn't want to lose Y/N for good." "And she also intends to keep that promise." - Alice whispered, smiling. As if she'd seen something hinting at what your future holds… The image made Edward smile too; it was just a flash that wasn't concrete. He wasn't keen on sharing it with Jacob, though. - "Seth will also ask you how to stop shifting." "What?" "Part of the condition." - Edward explained, ending the discussion.

The creeping cold of your limbs was mashing with Seth's golden warmth the closer you got to the Cullen residence. The moment Edward's eyes fell on you, you knew he heard everything. Either, he went through Seth's head or yours, it didn't make a difference. That dipshit was about to share it with Jacob, who'd either voluntarily or involuntarily share it with the rest of the pack. Your death sentence was set in stone. Instead of chatting and making pleasantries, you headed straight for the guest's bathroom. Most vampires were showered, neatly cleaned up, and chatted with the Quileutes in the living room. Seth, bless his never-ending stream of positivity, joined the gang with a loud greeting.

Instead of Edward, Carlisle noticed something was off. As soon as you entered the room, his fatherly eyes scanned your expression. Watching you keep to yourself after you've just beaten Emmett was atypical. Usually, you'd sing national anthems in alphabetical order just to annoy others. It wasn't hard to see both of you were crying. And yet, Carlisle's damn fucking chivalry shined through again - he simply smiled at you, telling you everything you've already known - 'talk to me if you'd like, I'll listen'. Right before locking the bathroom door, you could hear Seth's whisper - you could already distinguish it among so many other voices. You were done for, weren't you? - "Can I go home? I don't feel so good." - His tone made you groan painfully. It was for the best, though. Following the sound of his steps, you watched as he disappeared into the woods.

Why were you heartbroken over something you didn't ask for? If it were one-sided, you'd never tell Seth about it. You'd simply smother all the emotion and pretend it never happened. The problem was that Seth's imprinting started it - your own just ensued and followed the natural development. As you took off your clothes, you hissed when you remembered what happened at the game - your arm cracked even more, but it was still attached to your body. As you laid in the water, the crackling of water filling your ears, your mind starts wandering off. What if you wouldn't come, even though you'd given a promise? If you'd end your life, would that cure Seth from this eternity of agony? You could make a scandal and have Aro kill you within a week. It would've been easy since you still recalled what spots to poke. "Getting yourself killed wouldn't help anything." - Edward whispered as you walked out of the guest's room, fixing the towel on your head. You knew Edward's behind the door. You, however, hoped he wouldn't open the topic. "Everyone can hear us." - You muttered in response, trying to determine whether anyone heard you. As Emmett howled with laughter (Jacob was telling an interesting story), you hoped the topic remained in secrecy. Nodding at him, you climbed onto the roof, waggling your feet over the edge. Sure, if the vampires would've desired so, they could still listen in - it was safer than the bathroom, though.

"If you'd let Aro kill you… It'd kill Seth too. Not literally, but he'd follow you soon after. If that wasn't bad enough, you'd indulge your greatest enemy in pleasure." "That's peak bullshit. Seth… He wouldn't." - You hoped he wouldn't. The rational side of your mind recognized he would, though. "I can feel you wondering about coming back. You plan on keeping that promise, don't you?" "Edward…" "That strange warmth within you that's bugging you off… You can't kill it. You can smother it, yes, but it won't disappear. It never does." - At that, you finally looked up. Your smug grin was gone, the vulnerability in your expression was tangible.

"… How do you know about it?" "Bella. She's my warmth. Emmett is Rosasalie's warmth. Aaron is Ariadne's warmth. It's love that changed you, something utterly illogical. It doesn't follow any rules and it doesn't stop at anything. While you're wondering if you could stay away from Seth - yes and no. You would search for him anywhere, follow him to the deepest ends, just to see his face once more." - Love, you repeated in your mind. What a sweet short word. This, however, wasn't just love - the primal vampire was going feral for Seth. You didn't want to kill him or hurt him - you just wanted him. Physically, mentally… You wanted all. It was a sense-overwhelming obsession that wouldn't stop at anything. - "I got to say that I'm jealous. Seth's blood naturally doesn't affect you… It's so easy being him without feeling a constant urge to feast on him. I almost murdered Bella when I first met her." "Can I ask a question?" "Mhm-hm?" "What's imprinting like for Seth? Similar to what I'm feeling?" - You wondered, leaning your chin into your knee. At that, Edward had to stop and smile. Just by replaying the emotion in his head, Jacob's memories spread gentle warmth through his body.

"Imprinting's hard to describe with words. The long version is… It's like fireworks. Everything you used to be… It falls in flames while a new you is born. While we view it as slavery and inhumane, Seth doesn't see it this way. None of those who imprinted do. For them, it's freeing. They don't care about the worries of everyday life anymore, they focus on the person they love. Everything else loses importance right there and then." "And the short version?" "His world and life finally got the meaning he'd been searching for the last thirty years." - Edward's tone was gentle and loving as if he fell in love with you and Clearwater. - "Just like my life did when I found Bella… And when Nessie was born. And just like yours when you found him." "Do you swear Seth's not suffering?" "I promise. He wants to be the best version of himself for you, he was thinking about everything you've asked him to do… And Seth'll do it all if that means you'll come to him. Can I have a question too?" - The boy whispered, offering you a napkin. Edward Cullen would've never suspected he'd see you crying because you were in love. And yet… There you were.

"Of course." "Carlisle." - It wasn't a question, but a statement. Of course, he was curious, he'd heard in Seth's mind. "Do we need to talk about it?" - Now, your senses were dialed back 11. You stared at Edward cautiously, calculating each possible move he could make. Even though Edward was a good and agile fighter who could read minds, he'd never overpower you. He realized as much. Decades under Volturi's supervision turned you into the perfect soldier. Your strong suit wasn't your physical strength, but your tactics. "Calm down. I'm just curious." "Well, you've heard it all anyway. I wasn't keeping my thoughts in check because I knew Seth wouldn't read them - didn't think as far as keeping them away from you. What would you like to know?" "Nothing." - Edward opposed, smiling at you. - "I just want to thank you. If you wouldn't show Carlisle the way, none of us would be here now. Esme, Rose, Jasper, even me… We're all your family. With the good and the bad, we wouldn't be alive." "For a moment I suspected you'd tear my head off." "No. Someone's got to be the melodramatic family member." - Cullen teased as he jumped off the roof, hearing you giggle.

As you entered the house, you tugged on Edward's shirt one last time. "Was the Seth thing why all the other Quileute hated me?" "Generally speaking… Yes. But they're good people. Don't worry about any of it. They'll come around. Besides, Jacob already likes you, he just takes a bit to warm up. Took us ten years to get to this point." "You think the pack won't want to kill me a century from now? Man, sounds great." "Well… They can't even twist a single strand of your hair. Even if they'd love to tear you apart, trust me that Seth's sister wants to set you on fire… None of them can't touch you. You're under Jacob's protection." "Is that a wolf thing?" - At that, Edward scoffed, giving you a childish smile. The sarcasm was a good sign you were starting to accommodate the situation. "It's a wolf thing."

The wolves stayed until the deep night. They left shortly after the full moon ascended, shining through all the windows of the Cullen's residence. Jacob was just sharing some stories about the pack, occupying all the visiting vampires. Edward was right - Jake liked you. The man was ensuring you were paying your attention, his palm nudged your shoulder and knee and his eyes lit up whenever you laughed. Even though you wouldn't admit it out loud, Jacob was a good and funny storyteller. This was the beginning of a friendship, you liked to think. To further solidify the newfound friendship, you helped Esme make dinner for the shapeshifters. The view was lovely. Nessie was cuddled to Bella's side, dozing off. Jasper and Edward were playing chess. Most of the Quileutes gathered around the firepit, followed by Carlisle, Alice, and the other visitors. Emmett held a guitar and strummed an endless stream of melody to provide background noise for all the chatter. Rosalie hugged the monkey-man's shoulders with a loving smile while fire created abstract shapes on her face, listening to Leah's story. These two were in love it hurt. This realization stung your chest as if someone just stabbed your heart. Your eyes searched for Seth, even though you remembered he already left. The cold paralyzed you for a moment. You just wanted to see his smile and the loyal look in his eyes, you just wanted to see him. - "You okay, sweetheart?" - Esme asked, smoothing your healthy arm. Snapping out, you noticed the iron bowl you twisted with your fingers. Nodding, you got back into dinner preparations.

The Quileutes stayed until dawn, offering great fun for all of you. As you said your goodbyes, there weren't any hugs or handshakes, keeping everything within socially acceptable boundaries - no. The shapeshifters went straight for the hug. This sentiment made you smile. "Sorry for earlier. It's just… This never happened. We're confused." - Jake uttered as he let you go, keeping his palms on your shoulders. "No offense taken, I get it. Just hope I'll have the honor of playing another football match with you." - Raising your eyebrows playfully, you did your best to turn everything into a joke. You were about to spend weeks, months, and years going through every word Seth said, over everything he did, and about every little emotion you could see on his face… This weekend wouldn't ever leave your mind. It changed you, in the end. Everything irreversibly changed. Whether for the better or worse, that was yet to be determined.

"What are you two whispering about?" - Of course, you couldn't have a moment of privacy - now, it was Emmett's face just inches away from yours. It was hard for Emmett to hide his excitement over watching his two biggest dude-bros bonding. "About how we have beaten your fucking ass, of course." - Jacob's palms let go of your shoulders as the three of you walked down the driveway. "Leah's credit. I'm horrified of that girl." - Emmett joked, making you grin. "By the way, when you two were being all mysterious, Carlirle told me that he'll be waiting for you in his office." - Even before Emmett finished his thought, you were gone. - "… About the crack. What's gotten into her? "No idea, dude."

Edward must've told him. Well, the secret was nerve-wracking. How did he react? Was Carlisle about to evict you from the property, forbidding your return in any capacity? As you entered the office, horror painted your expression and tears swelled your eyes. His smile hinted that Edward hadn't entrusted with your darkest secret. This meant you were the one to inform Carlisle.

"Let me look." - Carlisle smiles pleasantly, offering you a seat at his operating table. At first, you started shaking your head. As he continued staring at you, you huffed and started stripping out of your t-shirt. - "That crack was bad. I just want to see how bad. It wouldn't make me happy if you'd leave and I wouldn't make sure you were okay." - He remained deadly calm as his fingers ran across the crack. After a moment, he gestured for you to get dressed. It was bad, but nothing that wouldn't grow back together. You'd be okay in a month or two. "Carlisle, I have a confession." - The calm in his expression unnerved you. Edward asked him, he must've. And yet, he hadn't asked you to leave. His eyes studied your expression, waiting for what you had to say. - "Seth Clearwater… He knows. And Edward knows too, he'd seen it in my head."

"And is that wrong?" - The vampire asked, leaning into the table. You've remained silent, watching one of Carlisle's many paintings - a depiction of an Italian landscape. You've always loved it and therefore, Carlisle ensured it'd always hand in his private office. Even though you tried your best, it was hard to remain calm - you weren't able to control your breathing, your fingers trembling violently, eyes swelling with tears. Fuck… You hadn't cried this much in so fucking long. In all fairness, you couldn't even recall the last time you felt vulnerable. "Won't you tell me to leave?" "It was your secret more than mine. Always been. I've come to terms with it centuries ago. It was you who kept fighting non-existing demons." - The man whispered, his tone gentle and caring. His arm sneaked around your shoulders, bringing you into a hug. - "We've been over this… So many times, Y/N. I can't even count the amount of conversations we've had." "Carlisle…"

"Admittedly, I hated you at first. I used to be one stubborn newborn. You've looked after me, explained everything repeatedly with endless patience, and cleaned up the mess I was leaving behind… Most notably, you've shown me this way of life. The right way. Y/N - I've forgiven you centuries ago." - Carlisle smiled, ensuring you were looking at him. - "It seems you're unable to forgive yourself." "I stole your chance at life." "… I wanted to murder you, Y/N and in response, you attacked me. You acted in self-defense. I couldn't hate you if I tried, do you realize that? You've done nothing wrong." "But the others… They'll despise me. I was just a scared, feeble beast." "I saved their lives thanks to you. Turning them wasn't your decision - those decisions with all their consequences fall on my shoulders. They were able to find love, family, and happiness and now, they lead a quiet, peaceful life. They are your friends… Your family. They know you better than you'll ever know yourself. It'll be better if you tell them, Y/N, I mean it. You've kept this secret well hidden for far too long. It'll ease your mind." - Caressing your shoulder, Carlisle kissed your temple in a fatherly gesture. It was a blessing. Furthermore, he offered you his palm. - "I'll be by your side. I've always been and I'll always be."

Just like that, you interchanged your deepest, darkest secrets. Seth Clearwater became your newest secret while you let the four-century-old demon out of its cage. Everyone paid full attention as you explained Carlisle's transformation. You've told them everything you recalled, everything you deemed important. The entire time, Carlisle held your palm as promised. You've almost crushed his fingers, the shame and guilt overtaking your conscience. When you finished talking, silence resounded through the dining room. And as usual… Carlisle was right. It was understandable why you'd keep this to yourself, but it hadn't changed the relationships or the atmosphere a bit. They reacted to the topic in their way - some responded with a smile, some with a joke, and others with long, meaningful hugs. Esme, following Carlisle's example, kissed your temple and thanked you for sharing the story. There wasn't a difference between Carlisle and you, Cullens liked to think. You were both incredible, wise, moral human beings.

"See you in twenty years, bucko." - Hugging Emmett, you slowly stepped aside. The departure crushed your spirits - the further you were from Seth, the worse you felt. Leaving Cullens behind too… You didn't compute how you could leave. "Next time, I'm stomping your ass." "Yeah, keep on dreaming, big boy."

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zaphodkilledthespeedforce · 5 years ago

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But also, they know what having a mate feels like. They wouldnt ever leave their mate even if it was to protect them (at least not the way Edward did where he pulled the rug right under his supposed mate and convinced her she was nothing). Rosalie wouldnt have told Edward that Bella died in New Moon if she, at that point, actually thought she was his mate. Rosalie knows what she would do if Emmett died, and it wouldn't be "get over it and be happy with the family again." There is a very good chance that, except for Alice - who is always Team Bella and the only one that actually fought leaving, no one actually believed Edward and Bella were mates.

And even if the Cullens do 100% believe they are mates, as you said, they knew her for a few months. Of their under-one-year relationship, he was gone for HALF of that. They would understand the comfort needed to survive the emptiness and pain of being away from your mate for half the time you knew them.

They chose to leave with Edward. They all chose to leave someone they considered family. They also chose to leave when they were fully aware that Victoria would want revenge at some point. They knew she would go after Bella - she wouldnt have magically known they broke up.

They acknowledge that Bella survived them leaving because of Jacob (in more way than just emotional! Laurent would have killed her if Jacob wasnt there). It's not just "he is her human option," it's "he is the reason our family member (that they 100% were planning to abandon forever!!!) is ALIVE" and of course she'll still be attached to Jacob after just maybe 3 months of the Cullens coming back.

Do you think the Cullens felt defensive on Edward’s behalf with Bella love triangle? She wants eternity with Edward AND she’s torn between 2 guys? Also, I can just see Rosalie rolling her eyes like “werewolf gf isn’t what I meant about human life smh” There’s one scene in Eclipse where the Cullens and pack are done training and Jake licks Bella in wolf form and everyone just stares at them and it just struck me as super uncomfortable and almost like they were getting caught doing something wrong

Honestly I wouldn’t have blamed them if they were skeptical of or confused by Bella’s relationship with Jacob, but that doesn’t seem to be the case in the books. If anything, they seem to be supernaturally understanding and supportive. There’s a moment at the end of Eclipse where Alice is all “it must be hard to choose between two good things!” meaning Edward and Jacob and I’m just like … would any sister really be that supportive and neutral when one of those two things was her favorite brother and his eternal happiness or misery was on the line? From the Cullen perspective, it doesn’t seem like it was ever really about Jacob as a person so much as a “staying human” option, and that’s the future Bella mourns at the end of Eclipse (very briefly, apparently, as by the beginning of BD like, it’s all good? Just like the Cullens don’t seem to have suffered any trauma from slaughtering a bunch of fellow vampires a few months ago and witnessing the death of an abused teenager they wanted to adopt, but, hey!). And I guess in that sense it’s not THAT weird they don’t begrudge her that, because there are those in the family who think it would be better for Bella if she stayed human. But it seems to me it would also be most natural for the Cullens to be looking at this from Edward’s POV more than Bella’s. They’ve known her like, a year and a half? And they were gone for six months of it. They’ve known Edward for decades. They know him so much better, are much closer to him, he’s an important person in all their lives and Bella is still so new.But in the books it’s like, everyone is on Team Bella 100% of the time, and if they aren’t (Rosalie, Leah, Lauren, Jessica, etc) that’s BAD and WRONG. Which is like, so weird, and I think part of the reason people don’t like Bella sometimes, because it just feels off that the moral worth of other characters is based on whether or not they like and support this one human girl. The Cullens have been put in danger multiple times supporting Edward’s relationship with Bella, it wouldn’t be unreasonable for them to have a non-neutral opinion here.

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racingtoaredlight · 6 years ago

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WAY TOO SOON!™ post all-star games, pre-combine 2019 NFL 1st round mock draft

You can see the existential disappointment on Nick Bosa’s face and he’s not wrong.

Mock drafts are the worst. The earlier they are, the dumber they are.

The way things currently stack up all of the online pundits and such are posting mock drafts featuring a bunch of players they don’t even like and working with the worthless rule that they can’t propose trades. Why bother with that? It’s all such a flight of fancy, anyway. Just go all in.

From where we are right now, Nick Bosa is the obvious #1 pick and nobody really loves any of the QBs. I’d still put money on a QB going #1 overall after somebody makes a terrible seeming trade with Arizona.

1. OAKLAND RAIDERS - Drew Lock, QB, Missouri

My going theory here is that the Raiders are insanely stupid. Drew Lock is not the top QB on a lot of draft boards right now and he’s definitely not the top player. Also the Raiders have the third highest paid QB in the league on their current roster. Might as well swing for the fences on a zero-win season heading into Las Vegas. The presumption here is that Derek Carr gets jettisoned and they trade all three of their first-round picks for Lock.

2. SAN FRANCISCO 49ERS - Nick Bosa, EDGE, Ohio State

If Bosa is there at #2 the 49ers have to pull the trigger. I think he’s a little over-valued, especially given the depth at the position but I also thought his brother was going to suck so don’t get the idea I know what I’m talking about.

3. NEW YORK JETS - Jawaan Taylor, OT, Florida

This is counting on Taylor doing extremely well at the Combine. And the Jets continuing a long and storied history of making weird draft picks.

4. NEW YORK GIANTS - Dwayne Haskins, QB, Ohio State

No clue what to expect from Haskins after he gets drafted. His arm is OK, his athleticism is OK, his decision-making is pretty good, his accuracy/placement is good. There just isn’t enough body of work to really project anything for him but I want the Cardinals to keep moving down and the mock drafts with like 8 defensive line/edge guys going in the top 10 look insane to me.

5. TAMPA BAY BUCCANEERS - Josh Allen, EDGE, Kentucky

IDEAL FIT! Really, this would be pretty great for the Bucs but who knows with Bruce Arians in place.

6. ARIZONA CARDINALS - DK Metcalf, WR, Mississippi

Metcalf’s athletic comps are gonna be ridiculous. Get ready for a bunch of people to compare him to Calvin Johnson. Maybe he’s really that good but the odds aren’t in favor of producing at that level for anybody.

7. DENVER BRONCOS - Daniel Jones, QB, Duke

This makes sense because the Jaguars are incapable of actually moving on from Blake Bortles no matter how obvious it is that they need to and the Broncos love having bad quarterbacks.

8. DETROIT LIONS - Quinnen Williams, DT, Alabama

The RTARLsman finally comes off the board! I don’t know what the Lions need or want. I know Matt Patricia sucks as a person and as a coach.

9. BUFFALO BILLS - Ed Oliver, DT, Houston

Don’t let Ian Zeirlein gaslight you, he absolutely said there are teams that would move Oliver to linebacker. That’s idiotic. Oliver is going to be undersized for an interior DL but he’s got enough strength and quickness to make up for the 15 or so lbs he would need to be optimal. Interior rush is going to win the Rams a Super Bowl tomorrow and Oliver is a killer in the passing game. The Bills roster kind of sucks so they can go a million directions sensibly but in my heart I still think Oliver is the best player in this draft.

10. JACKSONVILLE JAGUARS - Greedy Williams, CB, LSU

A really dumb thing that’s almost sure to happen this offseason is the Jags trading away Jalen Ramsey. Williams reminds me more of fellow LSU alum Marcus Peters as a player but that’s not necessarily terrible.

11. CINCINNATI BENGALS - Jonah Williams, OT, Alabama

The Bengals really sucked on the interior of the line in 2018 but it’s pretty early to cut bait on Billy Price and #11. They also suck out loud at QB and LB but need/supply make a tackle seem like a better pick.

12. GREEN BAY PACKERS - Jachai Polite, EDGE, Florida

Clelin Ferrell and Brian Burns are rated higher by most draft media right now but Polite is going to test out of this world and Brian Burns is going to weigh like 208 lbs. Ferrell is probably going to make a more immediate impact than Polite but tremendous upside is always an enticement.

13. MIAMI DOLPHINS - Clelin Ferrell, EDGE, Clemson

Last year at this time the Dolphins pass rush group looked pretty good and now they’re talking about cutting all of those guys. Ferrell isn’t insanely athletic but he’s not a stiff, either. He got better every year at Clemson and getting him at #13 seems like a pretty good deal.

14. ATLANTA FALCONS - Christian Wilkins, DL, Clemson

The dream for the Falcons is to have Ed Oliver fall this far but Christian Wilkins might actually fit their team better, anyway.

15. WASHINGTON - Jeffrey Simmons, DL, Mississippi State

Not the biggest area of need for Washington but a perfect culture fit.

16. CAROLINA PANTHERS - Mack Wilson, LB, Alabama

On the one hand this seems like a good trade target for a team that wants to move up but on the other hand there are only 4 good players in this draft and once the QBs are gone, who’s trading up?

17. CLEVELAND BROWNS - Byron Murphy, CB, Washington

The Browns are shockingly low on glaring needs. Another CB opposite Denzel Ward makes sense to me but Murphy might actually be too similar to last year’s #4 overall pick. I love DeAndre Baker but the buzz is that he’s a lot smaller than listed and also going to run somewhere close to a 4.6. Bryce Hall really fucked up returning to school.

18. MINNESOTA VIKINGS - Cody Ford, OT, Oklahoma

Ford may very well fall victim to poor testing like his former teammate Orlando Brown, Jr., but Brown looked pretty good as a NFL rookie and Ford won’t be that bad at the Combine. There are probably 15 good players in this draft but most of them are boring. Ford is in that camp.

19. SEATTLE SEAHAWKS - Chris Lindstrom, OL, Boston College

The Seahawks are dutybound to make things weird at the draft. Lindstrom seems like the kind of bad OL that the Seahawks love and nobody else is going to take him in the first round so I’m projecting them to move up to take him.

20. PITTSBURGH STEELERS - Brian Burns, EDGE, Florida State

Also deadset on fucking things up for no reason in the draft, this would actually count as a safe pick for the Steelers. It doesn’t address an area of need and Burns is a really weird player because of his weight but he’s athletic and tall and nobody else will have him rated higher than the second round.

21. PHILADELPHIA EAGLES - Dalton Risner, OT, Kansas State

Other players I considered: Montez Sweat, Nasir Adderley, Rashan Gary. Risner is possibly the best OL in the draft and might be long gone by #21 but if he’s there he’s the best player at a position of relative need.

22. INDIANAPOLIS COLTS - Joshua Jacobs, RB, Alabama

This is not at all a need pick and it’s probably not at all realistic but I think Jacobs gives the offense so much more dimension than anybody else available can give them. He’s like Marlon Mack but actually good (sorry, GG) and he honestly can add as much to the passing game as any of the WRs. At least for the Colts.

23. TENNESSEE TITANS - Montez Sweat, EDGE, Mississippi State

Sweat is going to be a really boring NFL player. That’s perfect for the league’s most forgettable franchise.

24. BALTIMORE RAVENS - Nasir Adderley, S, Delaware

The Ravens need some youth in the defensive backfield and Adderley could be an off-brand version of Derwin James. Admittedly, at this time last year I thought James was going to suck but in my defense I’d watched how FSU used him and figured that was related to his abilities.

25. ARIZONA CARDINALS - Yodney Cajuste, OT, West Virginia

There is no shortage of needs on the Cardinals roster but they need to have at least a few offensive linemen that could start for a really good high school team.

26. HOUSTON TEXANS - David Edwards, OT, Wisconsin

A lot of NFL teams have bad offensive line situations and there are a bunch of decent OL prospects this year. But not so many that you can wait on them. WR is absolutely loaded this year but there are so many of them that teams can wait for them. The Texans don’t particularly need WRs. I’m not sure why this is where I chose to write about this.

27. ARIZONA CARDINALS - Dexter Lawrence, DL, Clemson

Again, the Cardinals need everything. Lawrence has his detractors and he kind of needs a great Combine but the potential is sky high.

28. SAN DIEGO CHARGERS - Kyler Murray, QB, Oklahoma

The odds of making a bunch of money is better for Murray in the NFL than in MLB but the odds that he’s about as good in the NFL as Johnny Manziel are still pretty high. The only reason to risk a first round pick on him rather than a second or third is that you’ll need at least 5 seasons before you stop worrying that he’ll actually die from being hit. Murray is tiny. He would be the smallest QB in the league in about 50 years. For all his arm talent and poise he was getting about 9 seconds per play at Oklahoma before he faced pressure. He won’t get 3 seconds on an average NFL play. But the Chargers need to start planning for a post-Rivers world and their head coach’s natural proclivities are more towards a run-based scheme. Worth a shot, maybe?

29. KANSAS CITY CHIEFS - Darrell Henderson, RB, Memphis

This is a dream pick for me more than an honest guess. To be honest, they could probably get Henderson towards the end of the second round. I just love the fit of Henderson in Andy Reid’s offense too much to not mention it.

30. GREEN BAY PACKERS - Kelvin Harmon, WR, North Carolina State

I thought of going ahead with a second EDGE defender and giving them Zach Allen and the Packers have shown a willingness to double up on positions in the draft but then I thought about how good this group of WRs is and how weird it would be to go through the whole first round with only one going off the board.

31. NEW ENGLAND PATRIOTS - Zach Allen, EDGE, Boston College

I don’t know if this makes sense for the Pats or not but Allen is built like Chris Jones and could be a fun weapon for Belichick.

32. LOS ANGELES RAMS - Sheldrick Redwine, S, Miami

Redwine mostly played safety at The U but his athletic profile might have him playing more CB at the next level. The Rams high priced defensive backfield mostly sucks and they could use help all over back there so I’m making the home pick to end the first round and giving them one of the more versatile backs in the draft.

#saturday post #nfl draft #way too soon #mock draft

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