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It Was Always You - Jacob x reader fic

Chapter 2 - Hello Jacob Black

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When you wake up, the first thing that you notice is that these aren't your sheets. Your eyes flutter open and confirm that this is indeed not your room. There is a window to your left and it tells you from the lack of light that it is still nighttime. You sit up from the sheets and try to remember what happened to you.

You remember the wedding. But was that all a dream? You're still wearing the silk wedding guest dress so that tells you that it did indeed happen. What did you do after the reception though? You remember how you felt flushed and stuffy around the guests, something about a red bird? Now it is all coming back. The tree branch, the wolf. You wished animals could talk. You wanted to know why the scary creature helped you. Because you are sure it did. It freed you. It cleaned your wounds... or you guess licked the blood off. Now that you think about it, wolf saliva being slathered onto your gash doesn't sound all that sanitary.

You remove the camo blanket that was draped over you so you could examine your leg and see what the damage was but, surprisingly, you find it all bandaged up with gauze and everything. Who helped you? Whoever found you in the woods you would need to thank because you could have been seriously injured. Making it back to your house would have been a pain in the ass with your leg.

You get up cautiously, being careful to not putt any weight on your bad leg and look around the room to find the door. As your eyes scan the room, you can see various items. Straight ahead of you is a poster on the wall with a flowing river and mountains in the background. Out of the window is a beautiful field followed by a lush forest. You figure that whoever own this house sure does have a gorgeous property.

Now that you are a little more awake, and your eyes have adjusted to the dark, you can clearly tell that this is a boy's room. All of the color in here is predominantly green paired with the various clothing items on the ground screams teenage male.

Above the bed you can see a dream catcher. You always had bad dreams. Violent ones at that. You would wake up in the middle of the night with a cold sweat after someone would stab you or punch you in your dreams. You always hated that. They come sporadically but you definitely wish you had a dream catcher. Even if they don't really work it would be comforting to you. The boy which the trinket belongs to is really lucky or really crafty because you have never seen a dream catcher like this one. You can tell someone spent a lot of time on it. The design in the middle is very intricate for one this small. The diameter of it would be comparable to your palm but there are a couple of things hanging down from it that makes the piece of art stand out. Hanging from the inside are various tiny rocks with one carved into a wolf howling in the middle. You really like this dream catcher. You admire the boy who has it, as he must have some good taste.

The sound of hushed shouting brings you out of your state of admiration for the trinket. You look towards the source of the arguing which is the door that leads out of the room. A warm light is coming from the bottom of the door, and you decide to head out into it. You realize that you should be heading home now so your dad doesn't get too worried. While figuring out a hop and drag method to get you through the door on your bad foot, you manage to make it through and go down the hallway towards the people you were hearing.

You hope that you don't get them mad for interrupting anything, especially if it was a fight. That would be awkward. However, you really do need to be heading home. If it was late at night when the wedding ended, it would definitely be late at night now.

You follow the sound of people, and it gets louder and louder until you finally make it to its source. Although it took a while, you managed to hobble over and peer over the wall to see what the group was doing.

The very first thing you notice is that everyone there is shirtless. Except for the girl but regardless. All of the guys were in just shorts. Granted there were just two boys but still. It made your cheeks turn bright red. It wasn't like you hadn't seen a shirtless guy before, but you were never really good at talking to boys. You would always end up stuttering of sorts or embarrassing yourself one way or another. You thought it would be best just to avoid boys if you could help it. Although, it kind of seems unavoidable now.

Through the hushed arguing you can make out a couple of words.

"...and how could you have let this happen? We talked about this. What if she wasn't someone important?!"

You can tell it was a very angry girl who had said that part.

"I was upset Leah. And who was going to be out there in the middle of nowhere anyways?"

A boy with a low voice responded defensively.

"Well obviously someone Jacob!"

Jacob. The boy's name is Jacob.

"Who Leah? Say it. My imprint. Not just anyone. It was meant to be that I was out there when it happened. Then maybe we never would have met."

"Yeah, right after you finished crying about your unrequited love. Give me a break."

"Okay break it up you two," The voice was a mans and much lower than the other boys.

"Ahem."

Your voice cut through the fighting. You felt bad about listening in on their conversation and you wanted to go home anyways.

Everyone's attention was on you now. Including the shirtless men.

"H-hi um." You advert to not stare and continue, "I uh really appreciate you guys letting me stay here. I really do. Whoever found me in the woods I owe you one. Same to the person who patched me up. But I should really head home soon my dad is going to be worried and-" The blush on your cheeks made you want to die. Why did you have to be like this? Thankfully you did not have to continue your flustered plea because one of the boys spoke up.

"Hey yeah I get it uh is your leg, okay?" He made a move to get closer to you. You recognize his voice to be Jacob's. If he was a teenager he was definitely the most jacked you've ever seen. He had a black shoulder tattoo that contrasted against his tan skin nicely.

The only girl, who you can only assume is Leah, scoffs. "She's fine Jacob." You guessed correctly.

"Uh y-yeah it is a lot of b-better thank you. Um do I know you?" You ask the boy with a strong blush filling your cheeks.

Jacob notices and smiles but thankfully doesn't say anything about your flushed face. "No, you don't know me, but I am friends with your sister."

Leah bursts out into a laughter and the other man snickers.

"Ignore her, that is just Leah. Nobody likes her." He whispers in your ear which makes you laugh and helps you calm down a bit. The man starts to talk to Leah about calming down, and they go off on their own mini fight.

Meanwhile, you copy how Jacob whispered to you and got on your tippy toes to return you conversation, "So how do you know Bella?" This brings a grin to Jacob's face.

"We grew up together before she moved down with your mom. When she moved back here, we kind of reunited for a while since her shithead boyfriend left for a couple of months.

"You didn't like him either?" You said more happily than you'd like to admit.

"Wait you don't like him?" Jacob looks taken aback but you didn't miss the grin that was across his face either.

"I always thought he was creepy. I am not going to lie I loathed the fact that they got together but I guess it all worked out in the end." You shrugged.

" I can already tell that I am going to like you." Jacob responded with a smile.

With the conversation over, yours and Jacob's attention return to Leah and the man's conversation, or rather, argument.

Jacob took one look at it and decided that he was not going to deal with it right that second. "Come with me." he said. And so, you followed.

Jacob took you to his car and drove you back to your dad's place. The ride there were filled with conversations about the hatred for Edward, the introduction to who the man was, Sam Ulley, and your guys' full names. Thomas Jacob Black (who is indeed 17, the same as you) and (your full name) got along really well during the ride home and you would be lying if you said you weren't sad that the car ride ended too soon.

Per usual, dad was worried about you but at least he didn't call his troops in when like Bella went missing for the night. He almost went bezerk when he saw your beat-up leg but when you explained that it was your fault, he calmed down a lot and called you a clumsy idiot.

Your dad thanked Jacob for looking after me and when I went inside, I noticed that Jacob watched me until I got home safe, but not before we exchanged numbers.

Going to bed that night all you could think of was how everything is so natural when it comes to talking to Jacob. And how thankful you are that he helped you. And if you were being completely honest, how excited you are to see him again.

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Darlin’, Darlin’

Pairing(s): Jacob Black x Swan!Reader, Jacob Black x Bella Swan, Edward Cullen x Bella Swan

Warnings: wolf imprinting, scenting, makeout, agedup!jacob, hurt&comfort, one night stands, changed it a little bit from the prompt, renee being a crap mom, sorry i tend to write her in a negative light but i have never been able to stand her character 😅, plus i have my own unresolved mommy issues lol 😅 , mention of alcohol consumption, reader smokes, unprotected sex just imagine reader being on birth control, flings, virgin!jacob, losing that v card, kinda bitchy reader?

Words: 4818

Stepping one foot out of your taxi, you finally take in the sight of the Cullen residence. Just to make sure, you double check the address that was on the wedding invitation.

Yup, this was the place.

Already there's festive laughter streaming out of the house. Some people lingered on the large wrap-around porch, talking amongst one another.

You weren't looking forward to the wedding but your mother called and pestered you enough to where you just gave up and sent in your RSVP despite your reservations. It wasn't that you didn't like Bella, you just never liked the idea of marriage. Your mom had failed at several before. In the end you always wondered what the point of it all was.

And a wedding in your mind was the most absurd thing to waste one's money on. Especially one as extravagant as this one. You surmise that the Cullens obviously were the ones to foot the wedding bill. Neither Charlie nor Renee would have the funds to put together a glittery wonderland like this one.

Readjusting the skirt of your dress, you walk up the steps, bombarded by the loud music and chatter. You were already regretting going through with it when you weave through the throng of people in the house. Unfamiliar faces that stare at you in your trek to find Renee. Though really you just wanted to fist a few drinks into you first. Your mom wouldn't be happy if you got drunk so early. It would definitely lighten your mood, but you shake off any thoughts of libations.

After asking around, you learn she's upstairs helping the bride get ready.

Fine paintings were displayed on the wall as you take one step at a time. They look to be originals too. Not that you knew much about art. The paintings were beautiful regardless. Everything about the Cullen house was meticulously perfect. A wonder how your clumsy sister was marrying into this atmosphere.

You follow a gaggle of female voices to a closed bedroom door. When you knock, a short pixie of a girl opens it with startling gold eyes. "You must be Bella's sister!" She's open and inviting, tugging you by the arm inside of the room.

Renee calls over to you, delighted at your presence. "You made it!" She throws her arms around you, suffocating your nose with her strong perfume. Like with most of your family, you were never close to Renee. The moment you were accepted into a university away from her, you leapt on the opportunity and never looked back.

She steers you to where Bella is standing in front of a floor length mirror that reflects her image. Her wedding gown was sleek and not as terrible as you first imagined it to be. When was the last time you'd seen her? Probably not since your own senior year in Arizona.

Her dark eyes round at your appearance, definitely not expecting you to be there.

"Hey Bella. Congratulations." Your lips quirk up in a small smile that hides your desire to not be there. This is what you had to do in front of your family. Put on a mask and pretend you were happy to see them. You felt awkward in that room, knowing your interaction was being watched by the pixie girl, your mom and an unknown blonde woman who was drop dead gorgeous.

Her thin lips part in a struggle to gather any useful words. "Th-Thanks." It was clear she didn't really know how to act around you either.

You shoot an anxious look to your mom as if to say 'See, I did what you wanted me to do now let me free.' Ridiculous how you still looked to her for any guidance even though she would offer you none. Renee merely sighs and nods her head toward the door.

Relief makes the warmth in your face cool down as you give Bella an awkward wave goodbye before hightailing it out and back down the stairs. The rest of the house was no better. Your claustrophobia starting to get the best of you as you desperately try to elbow your way to the backyard for some fresh air. It was so stuffy in there. The lack of fresh air flow was really starting to get to you.

That's when you bump into someone- well honestly you thought it was a wall by how sturdy and hard the person's body was. Wobbling backwards, you're grateful that at least the body you bumped into had faster reflexes than you. A large, tan hand grips at your wrist to pull you back up and stabilize your posture.

You stare up into a handsome face with penetrating dark eyes. His jaw slackens, whatever he was going to say. Pure shock ripples across his face.

"S-sorry about that." You apologize and brush off his hand, or at least try to. His grip on your wrist is incredibly strong. Furrowing your brows you look back up to him. "Um, excuse me. . ."

He blinks, snapping himself out of whatever stupor he'd been in. "Sorry. Sorry." His fingers reluctantly release your wrist, hovering over your skin until you pull your hand back to your chest. Cute and towering over you, you feel the anxiousness in your chest from the crowd subside. He doesn't move. Instead he introduces himself with a shallow breath. "I'm Jacob Black."

"Oh, Jacob Black. That name sounds familiar." You reply and give him your own name.

"You're Bella's sister." Jacob states but his voice still held a bit of confusion.

You awkwardly chuckle. "Yeah, that's me." The intense way he's looking at you has you slightly uneasy. "How do you know Bella?"

"We. . ." he clears his throat, finally averting his gaze from you. "We're friends. I live on the reservation. Charlie and my dad are best friends."

Trying to remember your childhood with Charlie, nothing comes up. When your parents split, initially you lived with him. But being a small kid alone at night while he was working wasn't really ideal. After a while it was decided that you should be with Renee and Bella. It must have seemed like the best option. Honestly you were screwed with either parent.

"Since you've been in the loop," from your peripheral you notice a waiter carrying around a tray of drinks (thank god they were serving alcohol before the ceremony) "what is Bella's fiancee like?"

That sours his face. Jacob doesn't bother to try and hide his dislike for this guy that was marrying your sister. His lips squirm but he couldn't conjure any positive words. "He's. . . well, I don't trust him."

"Why? Does he mistreat her?"

"Well-"

"Oh!" You smile when you connect the dots. "You like Bella, don't you?"

He's slightly loud now. "No!! No, I-I don't like her. I mean, I did, but not anymore, obviously."

Was it obvious though? The way he was yammering on made it all too obvious that he still had feelings for her. You watch him suffer, occasionally taking a sip of your champagne. When he winds himself out, he mutters one more apology. Jacob's face a beet red. You just chuckle.

"No need to apologize. Guess it was my bad. I don't know much about Bella. We've never been close. I was just curious."

Around you, the flow of guests was starting to congregate to the backyard. "I think it's time." You take one more sip and set aside your champagne flute.

At the reception, you again find yourself outside on the front porch. Her husband (and his family) were quite honestly the most beautiful people you'd ever set your gaze on. And they seemed to genuinely love Bella. You just hope that her marriage lasts longer than any of Renee's.

Next to you on the front step was another cocktail. Your fingers were occupied with holding up your cigarette. Watching the slow dance of the smoke curling upward. It was a beautiful evening, you'd give them that.

Having said hello to Charlie a few minutes ago, all of your duties here were over. You'd stay in the little rinky dink motel that Forks has tonight then head back to your actual home.

Snuffing out the stubby remnants of your cigarette, you toss back the rest of your drink and fish your phone out of your jacket pocket.

You're about to call a taxi before you hear the creaking of the porch's floorboards behind you. Twisting around to see Jacob Black leaning against the wooden column. "Heading out so soon?"

All honesty, he was cute. A year or two younger than you, Jacob was like a giant in comparison to Bella's now husband. More muscular too.

"Yeah. I have to go back to work the day after tomorrow." You won't tell him just how eager you were to return even if that meant you had to work. Anything was better than be surrounded by strangers. "I have a motel room for the night though. Gonna call a taxi."

"I can give you a ride, if you want. It'll probably take a taxi time to get up here." Jacob looks down the narrow, winding road that was the only one to lead up to the Cullen estate.

"Really?"

There's a ripple of relief in his gaze and the spreading of his smile. "Of course. You wanna go now?"

Arching a brow, you look around him to the front door where inside was the warmth of celebration. "You don't want to stay?"

His nose scrunches up. "Nah. There's nothing left for me in there."

Weird way to put it but you shrug it off and follow Jacob to a little red Volkswagen car that, while being on the older side of vehicles, appeared to be well maintained. Definitely didn't match any of the other fancy looking cars lining the Cullen's driveway. You're surprised they didn't hire a valet.

Pure magic the way Jacob maneuvers his car around all of the others without hitting any of them. Watching it made you nervous so you'd squeezed your eyes tight, listening to Jacob chuckle.

A good thing about Forks was that it wasn't a big town. And the motel was the only local one in the town.

"I appreciate this. Can I give you money for gas?" You lean back into the worn cushions of the seat.

"Don't worry about it." He just waves you off. The lightness in his voice doesn't match the anxious drumming of his fingers against the wheel. You frown at the behavior, tucking it away in the back of your mind. Your nature was to be untrustworthy of people. Especially those you've just met.

"Why did you go to Bella's wedding?"

"Because she invited me. And. . . as much as I hate him, Bella's still my friend."

That was sweet but the ceremony must have been a dagger in his heart, another reminder that the girl he loved could never be his.

'Why did you go to her wedding? You looked like the whole thing was actual torture." Jacob turns your question against yourself. "You even said that you aren't close with Bella."

"Obligation. My mother paid for a plane ticket to come to the wedding without my knowledge. Really laid that guilt heavy when she said the ticket was expensive." You roll your eyes when you remembered that phone call. "And I guess it's the least I can do as the older sister. Just show up."

A lull in conversation settles until Jacob brings up "So you probably won't be coming back any time soon. . . That's a shame. . ."

You shrug. "There really isn't a reason for me to stay. My life isn't here."

The drinks you previously consumed were beginning to make your tummy warm and your morals. . . well, loose. You start really taking in Jacob's side profile, his defined cheekbones and full lips. The muscles that are roped in his neck. Were you really entertaining the idea of sleeping with Bella's sloppy seconds?

You bite your bottom lip, fighting against the ache you feel between your legs. It had been a while since you'd last had a good rutting. But you felt that this guy, no matter how sexy he appeared, was a virgin. That was something you didn't want to deal with. You wanted a man who knew what he was doing.

Reigning in your drunk horniness, you turn your head to stare back out the window. No, you definitely didn't want to have another reason to come back here.

Quiet the rest of the way to the motel, you watch the neon sign grow closer as Jacob pulled into the pebbly parking lot. You stretch and grab your bag from between your feet.

"Thanks again for the ride. Are you sure you don't want any money for gas?"

Why did he look like a sad puppy?

"Like I said, it's alright. But. . . Can I get your number instead?"

You feel your brows shoot up and you know you must have a ridiculous expression. "My number? What for?"

His cheeks tinge with warmth as Jacob peels his eyes away from you. Yup, definitely a virgin.

"I'd. . . I'd like to get to know you." Was all he could mumble out.

Damn he was making it too easy for you.

An impish curl to your lips. "You can still get to know me. Want to come inside for a little bit?" The implication was too obvious that even Jacob was able to catch on your meaning.

Poor thing is stammering, conflicted with saying yes but the sweet part of him wanted to reject your offer. You really didn't think he would agree but enjoyed the shock he got from your words.

Letting him sit in the car perplexed, you open the car door and bid him goodnight.

It only took a second before you heard footsteps right behind you. You felt his body heat at your back when you open your motel room door. The lights were still on, the way you left them, at least casting a warm glow over the meager furniture in the room. You set your bag down on the chair and finally turn around to face Jacob.

He's blushing terribly, unable to hide his nerves and you take pity on him.

"You can sit down, ya know." you chuckle and he obediently sits on the edge. "You said you wanted to get to know me more, right?" Crouching down, you open the mini fridge that the motel offered. Having already stashed away some items you bought at the liquor store. Fingers crack open the can.

Jacob's gaze fires something inside of you. His blush was intense but it didn't compare to the heat in his eyes. A small blush of your own actually tinges your face. "Yeah. I did. Like what's your favorite color or your favorite food?" His smile would flood any girl's panties.

You hide your giggle by taking a sip from your can. "Hmm, those are real stumpers." The more the both of you joked around, the more tension that leaves Jacob's frame. Sitting next to him he's now comfortable enough to scoot closer to you so that your bodies are pressed together.

In a rather sneaky way, Jacob had stolen your can of beer and was drinking from it too. Well, now you couldn't have him driving back home tonight with a good conscious.

And just as the alcohol was starting to warm him too, his hands grew bold and traveled from resting on your thigh to your waist and higher until you were pressed against his chest. Jacob's kiss overflows with passion and lust that completely takes your breath away. He's definitely kissed before, that much was certain.

His skin nearly scalds under your fingers as they find themselves gripping the soft cotton material of his button up.

This was a new Jacob that you hadn't seen. Was he keeping this part hidden deep down all along?

Hot hands hike up the hem of your dress, impatient to rove the skin of your upper thighs. He palms the soft, squishy flesh of the insides of your thighs before pausing near the elastic band of your panties. He's groaning to himself, knowing what lay beyond the flimsy fabric. Just to verify for yourself, you grind yourself against the tent of his pants. Jacob shivers and given your unvoiced permission, his fingers pull aside your underwear.

His face is hidden in the crook of your neck, lips nipping at the juncture of your jaw. It makes your head tilt back to give him more access. Jacob growls in appreciation, thick fingers playing with your wet pussy lips. You squirm, wanting him inside of you but he was strong and kept you at bay. If this was indeed his first time then Jacob was in no rush. Like he wanted to memorize through the touch of his fingers each intimate part of you.

Nose nuzzling the soft skin of your throat, inhaling deeply. A finger grazes over your swollen clit making you jump from the sudden contact. Your little whine just makes his cock harder. Jacob chokes on his own moan and glides over your clit again.

Most men wouldn't even know where the clit is. Especially virgins. Jacob seemed to find it right away and liked how this small button of nerves could send you into a spasming fit.

As much as you want to regain control, your head is swimming from the attention he's giving your body. Eager hands and lips.

Jacob becomes slack jawed when he finally inserts a finger past your sopping folds. "Oh fuck"

He keeps whispering 'fuck fuck fuck' as his finger slides in and out, helped by your pooling arousal coating it. Your mewling is cut short though and turns into a cry of dismay when he removes his hand completely to examine his glistening digits. Bringing it up his lips, he sniffs it and you swear a dark possessiveness seizes his expression. Jacob licks his fingers and thumb clean.

While he's distracted, you scramble to fling your clothes off; skin burning up with desire. When you look back at him, his eyes are now glued to your naked form.

"Come on. You're turn." You grin and lean back against the pillows on the bed.

So obedient, Jacob nearly rips his shirt to shreds. The buttons were but an obstacle to him now.

Boy were you delighted to see his sculpted body. His abs and cum gutters that were oh so prominent. And once his pants were removed-

How was this guy still a virgin??

You've been with your share of men, but none of them had a cock as thick as a beer can. Damn near hypnotized watching it as he crawls on the bed and slots himself in between your open legs. Something animalistic on his face as he grabs your legs and throws them over his broad shoulders. Going by pure instinct, the bulb of Jacob's cock is dragged along your begging slit, experimentally bullying the tip inside.

Once he had the tip in, he snaps his hips harshly, piercing you and stretching out the walls of your pussy with his thick cock.

Now you're the one chanting 'fuck fuck fuck' repeatedly as he gives you no time to adjust. Now that he's inside of you, Jacob can't help but devour you entirely. Fingers digging into your plush skin as he holds onto you tightly. The tight squeeze your pussy offered his cock was driving him inside so that he mercilessly pounded into you. You enjoy every second, every ram his cock tip dealt your cervix. It was impossible for a virgin to fuck you this good and this dumb but there you were just a screaming mess. Absolutely no thoughts in your head, only focusing on the stretch the width of his cock gives you.

You try your best to buck against him, to reciprocate every pleasure he gave you but it was laborious to keep up with him. So you just let him use you as a fuck doll.

You wanted to be fucked into oblivion.

Jacob had a rude awakening the following morning, not just due to the slight headache that was ringing in his brain, but because when he reached over for the warm body he thought was next to him there was only cold bed sheets.

He peels his eyes open to find the bed completely empty besides himself. There was a piece of paper with black inked writing. It had an apology. You were running late to your flight and apologized.

But no number.

Staring at it for a moment, Jacob sighs, running a hand over his face. He just couldn't believe what he'd done last night. Worse was you'd left no number.

Really, he couldn't help himself once he'd imprinted on you. That was sealing the fate of the night. Especially when he smelled your arousal. Fuck, he was just hoping to be invited to stay with you. Though he didn't quite believe it at first when you'd offered him to come inside your room. He would've done anything in the moment to stay a little longer with you.

The alcohol wasn't what really urged him on once he got going, it was the wolf in him. To claim and. . . Jacob blushes to admit it, but to breed too. All instinctual, of course. He wasn't ready for kids and clearly you weren't either. But that's what his wolf was howling at him to do.

It was embarrassing to admit that at the end of the day, his wolf really did control him.

He runs away from his own thoughts by reading your note again, overly focusing on the lack of number. Anxious thoughts sweep him up in a smashing wave.

Pressure upon his chest makes him feel like he can't breathe. Repressing the urge to shapeshift into a stronger form that would allow him to really express the anguish he was feeling. It hurt when Bella rejected him. The hurt had stayed with him up until he'd spotted you.

He thought it cruel kismet that you turned out to be Bella's sister. Who would blame him though? No one has seen you in Forks since you were small. And Bella never spoke of you either. To him, you'd only been an urban legend with only a handful of pictures as shaky evidence.

This explains everything though. Why he was drawn to Bella. She would eventually lead him to who he really belonged with. You.

The animal in him gnashes it's teeth together, growling for it's imprintee, it's mate.

If only Jacob knew.

Find her.

Find her.

Find her.

A constant bark in his mind until he leapt from the bed and got dressed. He couldn't silence it until he obeyed. Finding his cellphone drained of battery. Jacob curses his past self for not charging it prior to the wedding. He'd have to wait to call Bella and hopefully she would answer on her honeymoon.

You frown at the unknown number that had your phone ringing. Since you were at work, you ignore it.

At first.

Four more calls sets you at your limit until you excuse yourself and go into the hall to answer it. "Hello?"

"You're a piece of work, you know that?! Showing up to my wedding without speaking to me for years?!"

"You invited me! And mom made me!" You snap, knowing who it was. Bella. What was she doing calling you? She was supposed to be on her honeymoon with her perfect husband. Renee must have given her your number. "What is it? What's so important that you pulled me away from work?"

"How could you do that to Jacob? You fuck him a-and then just leave without anything?!" You remember that stutter from childhood. It always got worse when Bella was upset.

Grinding your molars, you make sure to lower your voice so you weren't heard from your coworkers. "I left a note explaining that I would be late to my flight."

You hear her derisive scoff "But no contact information! Was he just a fling to you? A-A boy toy?!!"

The laugh left you before you could stop it.

"You think this is funny?!"

Cackling now, you have to take a deep breath to settle yourself. "Oh my god I don't think I've heard anyone say that in years!"

That adds heat to her tone. "You can't use people like that!!"

"I didn't use him. For god's sake Bella, we had a good time and that was that. I told him I didn't have anything left in Forks. Gave him plenty of opportunities to leave. I didn't force-"

"He-he REALLY likes you. And you just tossed him aside! That night meant more to him than you could possibly know!"

Maybe you should have been more considerate. But your jaded side was strong, having been fucked over by guys one too many times before. Some of them virgins too. Fuck you didn't want to say Bella was right.

"He can't be that upset that I dashed without leaving him a number. We hardly know each other. He'll find someone else now that he has the confidence that he could even get a girl."

Bella goes silent for a moment. You hear soft whispers in the background, most likely Edward. She returns to you with a frustrated huff. "Look, just- please call him or better yet go see him. I've never expected much from you, but you have to see him again. Please."

This was the only thing she's really asked for from you.

You called him when you got home, heavily apologizing because it was most possibly the best sex of your life if you were being completely honest. And he deserved an explanation on why you'd left without giving him your number. "It wasn't anything you did, really. I'm just kinda a shitty person. I'm really sorry. . . I should've been more empathetic. I remember when I lost my virginity-"

"Oh god. Th-that's not the reason why I wanted your number. I didn't just want to screw you. I. . ." You listen to him gulp. Jacob takes a deep breath. On the other end, unbeknownst to you, was Jacob pacing back and forth at a rest stop near where your city was in. He'd never meant for it to sound like he was tattling to Bella and butt-hurt. All he asked was for your number before she countered demanding a reason why. He was completely honest with her. She blew up at him over the phone to the point he had to hold his cellphone at arm's length. Bella hung up immediately once she was done. Probably to call you. Apparently she hadn't told you about the whole wolves and imprinting thing.

Using what scent was left on his shirt, he'd strapped his shorts and shirt to his leg and shifted to his wolf to track you down. It may have been extreme, but by the time he'd gotten Bella to answer her phone he was already at his wit's end. He knew he may have come off as a creep by doing this. This was an itch he desperately needed to satisfy. The wolf in him demands to know where you'd gone.

He couldn't say that to you. That would make him sound downright demented.

"I would just really like to know you. For real. Not just your favorite color or food. I want to know that too, but I want to really know you." God did he sound lame? Jacob thought what he just said was totally lame.

"You sure? You may not like what you find." There's a hint of sadness.

"I'm positive."

Setting up another date, you put down your phone with a tender smile. Maybe. . . Maybe this wouldn't be like all the other times. He sounded sincere. And no one else has gone to the trouble of getting your number from anyone.

You just hope you weren't making a big mistake.

Grabbing your cigarette and lighter, you head outside onto your small porch.

You put it between your lips while your thumb fumbles with the lighter's sparkwheel. A crunching sound a few feet away from you makes you pause. The cigarette falls from your lips as you stare into large brown eyes stare at you from a break of trees. Russet fur was highlighted by the street light that was near. You didn't think wolves were capable of growing to such a size. This thing was gargantuan.

There's not an air of danger around it. The wolf merely wags it's tail, snout shaping into what you could only describe as a grin before it pads back off into the night.

You smile to yourself. "Wow."

It was the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen.

Perhaps a good omen.

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Rumination

Ruminate

(v.) to think deeply about something

After Edward left her, Bella Swan fell apart. Desperate to try and save his eldest daughter, Charlie brings his youngest daughter to Forks to see if she can bring her sister out of her depression.

Now, y/n must try to help her sister find her way back to the light while also trying to navigate her Junior year of high school in the odd town of Forks.

All rights reserved to their original publishers.

Now playing: Long Way From Home by The Lumineers

Chapter One: Forks, Washington

     Moving from Jacksonville, Florida, to the rainiest place in the continental U.S. wasn't an easy adjustment.

     Seeing your sister act like the walking dead was even more trying.

     All of it was because of that boy, who left her when things got hard. Mom only thought of "young love" and said "a little heartbreak builds character!"

     Phil thought Edward was an ass, but that Bella was being a little dramatic about her first heartbreak.

     Charlie and I shared a similar sentiment: Edward Cullen better not come back to Forks. If he does, I'll kill him.

     I'd get away with it, too. Charlie would shut down the investigation because he'd be glad the boy was gone and wouldn't hurt his daughter any more.

     I'd hurt him, especially but not limited to the fact that I wasn't quite sold about Bella falling down the stairs after she ran off. I don't think Edward pushed her, per se, but I don't think they told us the entire truth. Call it a gut feeling, or intuition, or whatever. I don't trust him or his family, aside from the good doctor. He's always seemed the most normal, from what I've heard.

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     "Bella," I call, knocking on the door to her room. It was quit still, and I was waiting impatiently for her to answer. We had to go to school before we were late and got another day of detention.

     "Bella!" I shout, knocking on the door again. I hear some rustling and watch as the knob turns, only to find my sister with her pajamas on, her hair a mess, and looking like she had been through a hurricane.

     She blinked owlishly at me, almost like she was deciphering who I was.

     I sighed through my nose, trying to be sympathetic to her. I guided her to the bathroom and made her brush her teeth while I untangled her hair. In an attempt to keep it from getting ratty again, I braided it back tightly and wrapped put oils on the ends to try and keep it from frizzing up.

     "Sorry," she told me, staring blankly at the mirror. All the anger in my chest deflated, and for a second, I felt as hollowed out as she looked.

     Hollow, empty, devoid of soul.

     That's how she looked.

     Anger ignited in my chest again, but not at her. At her shitty ex-boyfriend who left her in the woods because he was a coward and couldn't break up with her properly.

     "Don't worry about it," I told Bella, "I'll get Charlie to write a note or something. I guess the driveway was extra icy this morning."

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     The school day passed without much happening.

     Bella's friend Mike tried to get me to pass something on to her, but I couldn't hear what he said before Jessica pulled him away without a glance at me.

     I thought she was stuck up, but she wasn't a bad person.

     Lunch was subpar again, the cafeteria food being lukewarm at best and cold in the middle of the mashed potatoes.

     "I wonder if Charlie could threaten them into making the food better," I wondered aloud, poking at the food on my plate.

     Bella remained frozen in time, staring at the seat beside me as if she was waiting for someone to appear there.

     I sighed, shaking my head.

     I hummed to myself as I continued to poke and prod at my food u til the bell rang to get back to class.

---

     A few days pass.

     Nothing changes.

     Bella's still depressed and hardly living in the real world. She wakes up screaming from night terrors and Charlie's started to sleep in the couch so he doesn't have to get up from his bed anymore.

     I've started to develop insomnia, I think.

     I don't sleep until the early hours of the morning, since that's usually when Bella stays asleep, too.

     I'm awake from six thirty in the morning until two in the morning.

     My routine consists of waking up, getting dressed and ready for school, then getting Bella up and dressing her. It's about forty minutes allotted to each of us, and then an extra ten to get Bella's lunch ready and packed.

     I go to school with her, go about my monotonous but peaceful day, eat a silent lunch with my sister, finish my day, and go back home.

     When I'm home, I work on anything I didn't finish already. Sometimes I go in for work at the 24/7 diner at the corner of Wheatgrass and 74th, working the night shifts and getting home in time for Bella to stay asleep. I make my lunch from the food I got to take home from the Roy's Diner, I take a scalding hot shower, and I pass out for the four hours before I have to wake up again.

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     Angela asked me how Bella was.

     She seemed like the only one that truly cared about my sister.

     Jessica was sour because she was ignored. Mike only wanted in her pants and was stringing Jessica along. And Eric was nice, but really only cared about the news paper and Angela.

     "Is she getting any better?" Angela asked me, sitting down beside me at the table I was reading at.

     "Not really." I replied, looking up at her for a minute. "Charlie's about to send her back to Jacksonville."

     "Oh," Angela said, looking sad at the news. "Is there anything I can do for her? I try to invite her out, but she never shows."

     I shrugged, "Not much to do. You can lead a horse to water, but you can't make her drink."

     Angela nodded, her lips thinning for a moment before she got back up.

     She patted my shoulder before she left, and I immersed myself back into my reading.

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     Working the night shift at Roy's was never boring. We got loads of interesting people here. Charlie called the diner "a drunk's dream." Sure, it was a little sleazy and a lot of greasy food, but it wasn't horrible to be in. If you ignored the obnoxious 70s disco decor.

     A duo of two men were sat in my section, both of them looking like hell.

     "Welcome to Roy's, I’m y/n. What can I get started for you?" I asked, my peppy customer service voice grating on my own nerves so late at night.

     They both had tanned skin in shades of bronze, and long, dark hair. One had it pulled up in braids down his back, the other's hair loose.

     "A Pepsi, please," the first man said, and he looked to the other boy, "Jared, what do you want?"

     Jared ordered a strawberry milkshake.

     "Be right back!" I told them, spinning on my heel and going to get their drinks.

     "How old do you think those guys in your section are?" Chelsea asked as I filled up the drinks. She was staring at the two I had just spoken to, and I shrugged.

     "Dunno, don't really care." I said, "They look grown enough, I guess."

     "Grown enough?" She parroted, laughing, "They all have to be at least twenty!"

      Again, I just shrugged.

     "Ugh, no fun." Chelsea said, rolling her eyes and disappearing into the back to go gossip with the cooks.

     "Here are those drinks," I said, setting them down before each of the boys. "Anything to eat?"

     "I want two number twos with lettuce, tomatoes, unions, and pickles, please, and a large fry." Jared told me, and I wrote it all down quickly. Two double patty burgers and a large fry was a lot to get down, but boys had large stomachs, I guess.

     Sam spoke next, ordering, "A number three with tomatoes and lettuce only, with a number four with everything and a large fry, please."   

     Spicy chicken sandwich with everything on it and a pulled pork sandwich, I wrote, then said, "Be right back, then."

      I handled my other tables until the food was ready, and I had to ask Kass to help me carry it all. When I set the food down, in front of them, they both thanked me and started eating. I grabbed their cups to refill their drinks, and when I was back to the table, most of their food was already gone.

     "You two sure can put food away, wow," I said, setting the drinks down again. Jared had ordered another milkshake, and a water. Sam still got the Pepsi.

     Sam smiled, looking weary but better. Color had returned to his face, and his eyes looked brighter.

     "We're growing boys," Jared joked, and I smiled.

     When they left, after ordering a slice of pie, I got a nice tip and a doodled wolf on the check.

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     Bella went out with Jessica to see a movie, I think. I wasn't paying a lot of attention when she said it, I had a mountain of homework from physics and not nearly enough time to do all of it.

     Charlie found Bella's wallet and told me to go give it to her, so I went to Port Angeles to find her.

     I saw Jessica first, and she was watching in mute horror as Bella spoke to some strange man on a motorcycle.

     "Bella!" I yelled, people glancing my way as I stormed up to her to snag her by her arm and drag her away.

     For a moment, she looked hopeful, like she was expecting to see someone else.

     "Oh my god, you're stupid!" I yelled, dragging her back to my car. "Do you not think about anything anymore? He could have kidnapped you! He could have done worse!"

     "I just-" she caught herself, flinching, "I thought I knew him."

     "Good lord," I said, swearing at her for her recklessness, "I thought Charlie would have told you about stranger danger, but I guess not! Maybe it's time for a refresh!"

     Jessica trailed behind us as I berated Bella and lectured her over the dangers of strangers and dark alleyways and motorcycles.

     I folded my sister into the passenger seat of my car, ordering Jessica in the back seat.

     "But, uh, what about Bella's car..?" Jessica asked, staring at me.

      "I'll get it tomorrow. I don't trust Bella not to do something else stupid with it now." I huffed, reaching over to buckle Bella's seatbelt and peeling out of the parking lot.

     I dropped Jessica home safely and pulled into the driveway, marching back inside.

     "Your daughter has lost all her sense!" I told Charlie, "Dad, you need to tell her about stranger danger again before she gets herself kidnapped!"

     "Y/n, now wait a minute-" he started, glancing at the door as my sister came stalking in behind me.

     "Bella, you wanna tell me what your sister is talking about?" Charlie asked, and I huffed as she just sighed.

     She explained and got a stern talking to, but I wasn't satisfied.

     I started going everywhere with her, after that.

     When we weren't in classes, I was attached to her hip. Hell, I even started sleeping in her room with her.

     She still kicks.

     But the nightmares become less frequent when we have sleepovers every night.

     I make her take care of herself by doing it for her, forcing her to brush her teeth and wash her face as I do her hair in the mornings and at night, packing a healthy lunch for her, and forcing her to keep up with her studies.

     It's exhausting, but it's better than staying up until I cant anymore, and it's slowly getting me my sister back.

     And then Jacob comes back into the picture

     He and Bella are fixing up some old bikes. I have no interest in them, so I sit with them and listen as they talk.

     Sometimes I draw some still life pictures of them, sitting together and working.

     Sometimes I sleep.

     Sometimes I do my homework like a good student.

     Slowly, I started to trust Jacob with my sister. I started picking up more daytime shifts at Roy's, and I started to relax.

     The nightmares still happen, but they've gone down to about twice a week now.

     Sometimes she only wakes up crying, others it's the screaming again.

     But progress is progress.

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     "Y/n, I sat a group of three in your section. Booth in the far corner, babe." Makayla told me as I passed the host stand.

     "Thanks, Mak," I said, hurrying to drop off my drinks to some travelers before going to my new table.

     Ryan comes barreling my way to drop some food off, and I spin around him to avoid knocking into him and his tray of food. I get to the booth in the back, seeing some familiar faces.

     "Hey guys," I smile, recognizing two of my favorite customers, "I haven't seen you two in a minute, how've you been?"

     Sam, who I learned later from Charlie, had been the one to find Bella after she was dumped in the woods by Edward. I didn't care if he knew who I was or not, not really, because I knew who he was. I couldn't do much for him, but showing my gratitude for saving my sister through the Family and Friend's discount was enough for me.

     "So busy," Jared complains, pointing an accusing finger at Sam, "He's had me doing chores for days and makes me take more if I don't do my homework! He's like my mom now!"

     Sam rolls his eyes as I laugh, reaching out to flick Jared in the forehead. The two of them have been coming to

     "You're working with me, I'm responsible for you. So sad for you." Sam says dryly, and I shake my head at their antics.

     "Strawberry shake and Pepsi?" I ask them, my eyes tuning towards their new friend.

     He looks rough, almost like Bella did. His long hair is pulled back in a hastily done bun, and his eyes are sharp and attentive. He looks at me oddly, his brows slightly drawn together and his eyes squinting slightly.

     "What can I get for you?" I ask him, an odd feeling rising in my chest as I meet his eyes.

     He's quiet for a moment before he takes a deep breath and orders a water.

     I nod, taking down his drink order and turning towards the kitchen.

     "Ooh, your friends brought someone new!" Chelsea crooned, coming to drape her arms over my shoulders as she watches me fill up the two cups in my hands. I roll my eyes.

     "Chels, why are you always back here when you're supposed to be doing your work?" I ask, dragging her towards the milkshake machine as I fill up Jared's strawberry shake.

     "I'm doing my side work! I got cut early." She says, smacking her gum in my ear. I cringe, reaching back to push her face away from mine.

      "Love that for you, girl, but get your smacking away from my ears, please." I told her, hearing her laugh as I add a cherry to the milkshake and a drizzle of chocolate syrup. She walks off to go finish cutting her lemons and I put all three drinks on the tray to bring them out.

     I set down the drinks and milkshake, turning the tray under my arm as I pull out my note pad to take down their food order.

     "Number three, no unions, large fry, and a chicken sandwich, unions, tomatoes, lettuce, with a large fry." Jared rattles out, and I jot it down quickly. I turn to Sam and notice a distinct lack of his friend beside him.

     "Chicken tenders and a large fry, number two and a basket of onion rings, please," Sam says, adding, "Paul will have the same as me, but without the onion rings and with fried pickles instead."

     I nod, writing it all down.

     "You want me to put a slice of pie in and bring it out later?" I ask, seeing Jared nod enthusiastically.

     "That'd be great, y/n, thanks." I again nod at Sam's words, turning away and hustling to the kitchen to put in their order.

     I service my other tables while the boys' food is being made, bustling around my section. I'm keenly aware of eyes on me, but I figure it's just someone waiting to get my attention so I can give them a refill.

     When their food is ready, I bring it out to Sam and his group.

     I set each of the baskets down before each of the boys, picking up their cups and going to get them refills.

     They each eat quickly, and every time I pass their table, my skin prickles.

     I try to see if it's one of them that needs my attention, but each time I look over, they're all engrossed in their food, or a conversation. Any time I look over, they're in tense conversation. I try and keep my distance so I don't disturb them, but I make sure to keep attentive to their cups and plates.

     I sigh after a while, deciding that I must be making things up. No one seemed to be looking at me.

     They ate quickly and I ran them their check. I was left with a good tip and a smiley face on the paper of the check beside Sam's signature.

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     When I was finally cut to go home, I took a long shower and collapsed in my bed. When my eyes closed, I saw a picture in my mind's eye.

     Dark eyes framed by thick lashes. My vision slowly panned out, and I saw dark eyebrows. There was a slight wrinkle between them, like the person was frowning. Slowly, my mind put together a strong nose, then high cheekbones, full lips, and a strong jaw. Finally, I saw long, dark hair framing this handsome face.

     Slowly, I put a name to the face I saw in my mind.

     Paul.

     Why I was seeing Sam and Jared's friend, I had no clue. There was no denying that he was attractive, though. His angular face and sharp eyes made him look uninviting, but his sullen demeanor was softened by his full, almost pouty lips and well kept hair. His lack of facial hair made him look younger compared to Jared, who's scruffy chin made him look closer to twenty than to seventeen. The long, silky hair on his head had been messily pulled back, yes, but it served to make him look almost boyish, also.

     I was pulled out of my thoughts when my door creaked open, and I peeled my eyes awake to see Bella standing in the doorway. Wordlessly, I pulled back the blankets around me and scooted over. She shut the door behind her and fell into my bed, sighing as I reaching out to pull the blanket over her shoulders.

     I fell asleep shortly after, Bella's breathing steady almost immediately.

Word Count: 3157

Author's Note:

Hey guys!! This is my first fic ever! Please lmk what you think about it 🥰

Also, I plan to change some things about the story. I'm going on a mix of the books and movies, but I plan to change the timeline a little, change the logistics a bit, and make some of the characters a bit older because I don't like how literally everyone is like 16?? Anyway, I'll probably put out a chapter of all the stuff I change to get some feedback and stuff

All rights go to the original authors and publishers !

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High Night Dallas

Jacob Black x Male Reader

Request- I've noticed you write Twilight stuff so here's a request can you do one where the male teen reader is Jake's litte Brother and does a school play talen show where he and a group of friends do the scene from resident evil 8 where they discusse of the fate of Ethan and the teen is dressed up as heisenberg

You couldn't wait to go home, you rushed home on your bike. You jumped off your bike and rushed towards the garage, your older brother Jacob was fixing his motorcycle.

“Wow, slow down,” Jacob said.

“I got good news. Something happened to me in school!” You smiled.

“Tell me before you explode” Jacob teased.

“I'm going to do a school play and I got the role of Karl Heisenberg, and that is a big deal” You smiled.

“Awesome, but who is Karl Heisenberg,” Jacob said.

“Karl Heisenberg is a character from a video game called Resident Evil Village,” You said.

Jacob doesn't play video games all the time. You take out your phone and you start to show him videos of Karl. Then you explained the back story of him in the game.

Jacob always encourages you to try something new. He knows that it can be hard for you to make friends. He supports you in everything and he listens to you talk about video games and more.

“When is the play?” Jacob asked.

“In a few weeks, our first rehearsal was today. I'm feeling really nervous to be in front of people on stage, I never did this before” You said.

He puts his hand on your shoulder.

“Y/N, you will do great. Just do your best and don't focus on the audience” Jacob said.

“Thanks, Jacob. What's for dinner?” You said.

“I don't know, maybe meatloaf?” Jacob said.

“Sure,” You said.

You help your brother cook dinner. He starts to ask questions about the play and you tell him the plot.

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For the past few days… you have been staying after school for rehearsal. But sometimes, Jacob would help you run your lines. But tonight you are teaching Jacob how to play the game. Over and over you have to tell him what buttons to press but his character will die.

“Was that a demon baby!?” Jacob yelled.

You couldn't help to laugh.

“Yeah, demon baby. I got scared when I first played the game and it's still creepy” You said.

“Oh, that's when you played in the dark and I heard you scream” Jacob laughed.

“Shut up,” You said.

He laughed again and you rolled your eyes at him.

✯ ✯ ✯ ✯

Tonight is the play and you are feeling nervous. Jacob noticed a lot of people came to watch the play. The play starts and you notice your brother is watching, you are happy that he came but you are smiling on the inside.

In the scene, everyone is talking about Ethan’s fate in the meeting.

“Mother Miranda, I must protest! Heisenberg is but a child, and his devotion to you is questionable. Give the mortal to me, and I will ensure he is ready” She said.

“Shut your damn hole and don't be a sore loser! Go find your food somewhere else” You said loudly.

“Quiet now, child! Adults are talking” She said.

“I'm the child? You're the one who's arguing with Miranda's decision!” You yelled.

“YOU wouldn't know responsibility if it was welded to that hammer!” She yelled.

“Oh, keep growing! One day, your head might actually fit your ego!” You yelled back.

“Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!” another actress giggled.

“Hey, don't I get a say in this?” He said.

Jacob starts to take a few pictures of you on stage. When the show ended, Jacob and everyone else started to clap. You are smiling at Jacob and he takes pictures of you again.

After the show, he gave you a hug. You introduced your brother to your friends.

“You were great, Y/N,” Jacob said.

“Thanks. I was really nervous and hoping I wouldn't screw up” You said.

“I did like the show, but I didn't understand some parts,” Jacob said.

“Don’t worry, I will help you understand the story when you are buying dinner” You said.

“Yeah, I’m starving too. Are you going to take off the hat and trench coat?” Jacob smiled.

“No, I like how it feels,” You said.

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Twilight Masterlist

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- Helping Bella find her prom dress would include.

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Possible polyamourous relationships.

Maybe more if you have any specific character in mind, don’t hesitate to request !

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MASTERLISTS

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Masterlist | The Cullens Series

Summary: Vincent Black Rothschild was born on June 15th, 1989 to a wonderful family. They were not only well-off but also kind and generous. Vincent grew up with plenty of love. As Vincent grew each day so did the roughness in which he played, this resulted in plenty of hospital visits. This was how the family eventually became acquainted with Dr. Carlisle Cullen. In 1997 only a year after meeting Carlisle a group of newborn vampires terrorized the Rothschild home, luckily enough Alice had a vision; though this did not save Vincent B. Rothschilds' parents it did save him. In the end Carlisle being a compassionate man he is, he decided he would not leave the child in the hands of a foster system, this resulted with him adopting the child to become one of his own. The other members in the coven did not agree with this and told him it was dangerous, warning him of the possible outcomes. Instead of agreeing with his coven family he headed their warnings and invited the child with open arms; Esme soon followed.

↳ The Cullens x Adopted!Male Reader

Word Count: n/a

Chapters: Unknown

Status: Currently a work in progress.

Taglist: I wanted to make this an option so just let me know if you'd like to be added!

Character Pt.1 | Character Pt.2 | Character Pt.3

Life Before The Twilight Franchise.

Prologue

Twilight.

New Moon.

Eclipse.

Breaking Dawn Pt.1 + 2.

🏷️

[ur-urmom]

Okay, I have a pretty cute request! (I’m not 100% sure if this is where I submit it since I’ve never done this but if it’s not then oh well)

Jacob Black x Reader (either fem or gender neutral)

Imaging Jacob being overly emotional one day for whatever reason and the reader has to comfort him, literally just the fluffiest thing ever! Reassurance, cuddles and pure adorable-ness

Thanks :)

super cute!!! i apologize for getting this out so late, hopefully you like it!

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Open Arms - Jacob Black x Reader

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Genre - fluffy cute adorable-ness!

Warnings - other than cussing, none

Summary - Y/N wasn’t really expecting any visitors on their day off, but when Jacob randomly shows up at their door they know something has to be on his mind.

The morning was chilly and damp, the perfect weather for staying inside curled up in a blanket and watching comfort shows with a cup of whatever hot beverage was preferred.

Personally, I was drinking hot apple cider and paying attention to a true crime documentary.

“How in the ever living hell could someone do that to another human being. That beats all I’ve ever seen, I swear.” I said to myself as I took a sip of the sweet liquid, feeling the warmth travel down my throat.

I love my days off. I love rainy days, and I love sunny days, really any day is a good day when there’s no work involved.

Of course I have friends to hang out with when I’m off, however I’m pretty content keeping myself company too. Maybe I’ll call Alice and Bella later to see if they want to do something, like a girls night out. You can never go wrong with a girls night out.

And if Alice is with Jasper, and Bella is with Edward (which will be most likely), I’ll just call Jacob. Yeah, that’s what I’ll do. My boyfriend is practically one of the girls. I’ll just have a girls night with him… as a back up to the actual girls night I’m planning in my head.

I guess people would just call that a date though, wouldn’t they.

Tuning back into the documentary on the television, I took another sip of my cider. I put my feet up on the coffee table in front of me, the bottom of my pajama pants slighting hanging down right above my ankles.

By now, the weather outside was getting a little rough. Thunder would rumble and lightning would strike in sync with the revelations or the part of the show where the murders were being described on the screen. I grimaced at one of the real photos that popped up right as a loud boom sounded from the sky.

“Gross.” I muttered.

I took the last swig of my drink and set the empty cup down on the coaster beside my feet. I grabbed the blanket next to me on the couch and covered myself for extra warmth.

… and comfort from the paranoia of the murders I’m currently hearing about.

Although the heavy rain mixed in with true crime made it unsettling, the atmosphere was kind of relaxing at the same time. Dim lights, candles going, the pitter patter of the droplets, thunder, a full tummy from a warm drink, and the oddly soothing voice of the old man telling the heinous acts committed made my eyes flutter open and closed. I pulled the blanket higher over my face, just enough to where it hid my lips. My head gently fell to the side, my eyes still on the television trying my best to keep my attention. It was easier said than done, because soon my lids stayed shut and I started tuning out the words that were spoken. Steady breathing was the only thing I could really hear, at least it was the only thing that I chose to listen to.

Until a deafening BOOM! jolted my body awake once more. No way was I tired now.

“Holy!— shit… that sounded close.” My heart was racing at the crack of the thunder that just made its appearance, slowing down when I realized it was just that.

Thunder.

Nothing else.

I made a conscious decision to browse more shows, preferably something light and funny considering what just happened. Obviously it was nothing, but I’m getting myself a bit worked up and I don’t want to instigate it further.

“Ooo!” I finally found the old school Scooby Doo and turned that on instead. “This’ll be nice.” I smiled to myself. It was also something I could accidentally fall asleep to without getting scared shitless being abruptly woken up.

I was deep into the episode playing when I heard a knock on the door. I slightly turned my head in confusion, I wasn’t expecting anyone today and hardly anyone came unannounced. Flash images of the true crime documentary made their way to my mind as I slowly got up. All of my curtains were closed, and I didn’t really feel like looking behind them for fear of a face planted directly in front of mine with only glass separating us.

Walking towards the door, I picked up the scissors on the coffee table I had left there the night before.

Whoever was out there wasn’t happy with my pace, because another round of knocks came pounding, this time a bit louder.

“Dammit.” I whispered, just a few steps away from the handle now. The scissors were close to my chest as I put my palm around the knob after unlocking it. I took a deep breath, starting to slowly turn the knob now. I cracked the door open, expecting to either see nothing, or to see come crazy psycho with an axe getting ready to chop me into pieces for fun.

But I immediately relaxed when I saw the familiar black hair and those big brown doe eyes I’ve come to admire so much. Opening the door all the way now, I was met face to face with Jacob.

“Hey…” He breathed.

“How anticlimactic.” I accidentally slipped out.

“…..What?” His confused expression replacing the gentle one that was just there.

“Oh um… what are you doing here?” I ignored his words. “Not that you’re not welcome! You just… usually call beforehand.” I sensed how my question could be taken the wrong way. “Are you okay? Goodness, your soaking wet. Did you not bring an umbrella? Shit, Jacob, come in.” I stepped to the side to get out of his way.

He walked in and I closed the door behind him.

“Why do you have scissors?” He asked.

Turning around and facing his back, I placed my hands on his shoulders and started to help him take his dripping coat off. “Why not?” I replied, tossing it on the floor, making a mental note to wash it later. “But answer me, are you okay?” I repeated myself from a minute earlier, looking at him.

“I um, I don’t know.” He replied. “I don’t know.”

“Okay.” I nodded, concern written on my features. “Okay, that’s okay.” I took both of his hands in mine and placed a soft kiss on his knuckles, they were wet from some of the rain outside that rested on them, and everywhere else on his body. I started rubbing the back of his palms with the front of mine vigorously in a stupid attempt to warm him up, almost as if I was trying to roll a ball of dough in my hands. “Aw, love, you’re so cold.” I muttered, my brows furrowed in concentration.

I heard him let out a deep chuckle. When I looked at him he was already gazing at me. I gave him a reassuring smile.

“Here, go take a hot shower.” I stopped to go grab him a towel and rag. “I washed your clothes from last time you stayed over, you can change into those!” I raised my voice a bit so he’d hear me as I gathered all of his things and put them in the bathroom.

It wasn’t long before he was beside me, already starting to strip down. I scooted past him to go ahead and start the hot water. When I got the shower temp just right, I turned back to Jacob. His shirt was off and he was working towards his shorts.

“Maybe while you’re in there you can think about what’s wrong? We can talk about it after you get out, yeah?” I put a hand on his cheek, which he leaned into.

“Yeah, that sounds good baby.”

“Good.” I started to walk away, but not before I gave him a little kiss on his other cheek. “I’ll be in the kitchen, or the living room.” I shut the bathroom door as I exited.

I figured that while I waited for him to get out, I would fix a little something to eat. Breakfast, or brunch, I didn’t really know what time it was and I don’t feel like checking.

Bacon, eggs, and jelly toast. All classics, and all delicious.

I was just about done with everything when I heard the shower turn off. The only thing left I had to do was jelly my toast. I left Jacob’s untouched in case he didn’t want any on his.

And speaking of him, a few minutes later he walked into the kitchen as I was fixing the plates.

“Hey! I made some food. I don’t know if you’ve had anything this morning, but I haven’t, so if you don’t eat it I will.” I let him know that it was okay to decline my offer of a mouth watering meal.

“You think I’m gonna pass up on a good breakfast made by the love of my life? I don’t think so.” Jacob scoffed and took his plate.

I beamed at the title he had given me and followed him to the table with my own food. I thought it’d be nice to just eat and talk about lighter things, rather than what’s on his mind right now, that’ll be for after.

“Thank gosh you took a shower, you smelled like a dirty, wet dog.” I joked, taking a bite of bacon.

“Ha-ha, very funny.” He playfully rolled his eyes in response.

“No, really! I could practically smell you from all the way inside. I thought there was a stray on my front porch.”

“M’kay, so you were getting ready to stab what you thought was a stray dog that wandered onto your porch?”

“Huh?” I genuinely was lost after he said that.

“The scissors.” He continued.

“Ohhhhhhh.”

“Ohhh..” He mimicked me.

“Pffft, no. I was getting ready to do arts and crafts with said stray dog.”

“Mhm, sure.”

We looked at each other before breaking out into laughs and grins.

“Shut up, Jacob.” The smile still on my face as I softly pushed his shoulder with mine. I got up and took my plate to the sink. He did the same. I grabbed two water bottles from the fridge and handed one to him, then started walking to the couch in the living room. We sat next to one another, and I took his arm in mine and put my head on his shoulder.

“Do you wanna watch anything?” I eyed the tv, absentmindedly watching whatever had come on after Scooby Doo. When I didn’t get a response, I sat up straight so I could look at him. Once again, he was already staring at me.

“…No.”

“Hey…” I started, remembering why he was here in the first place, “what’s on your mind?”

I stumbled to reach the remote on the table and turned off the television, the screen going black with just the rain and distant thunder for background noise.

“Lovely, talk to me.” I ran a hand through his hair, hoping to make him more comfortable.

“I don’t know, Y/N. It’s stupid.”

“Don’t say that.” I spoke. “Whatever it is, you have every right to feel the way you do, your feelings are valid.”

I started to readjust. I put my legs up on the coffee table like I had them earlier and then patted my lap with a small flick of my head to gesture to Jacob to lay down. He didn’t even hesitate.

Looking down at him, I had one hand on his upper jaw and the other one continued to play with his hair.

“I’m just…. I’ve been thinking a lot.”

“Oh lord.” I added, trying to make him laugh. It worked.

“And I’m just worried, I guess. About the future, and what’s gonna happen. What I have to do.”

“Oh baby. You don’t need to worry about things that haven’t even happened yet, especially things that won’t even happen for a long time.”

“I know,” he kissed my hand, “I can’t help it.”

“Look, I have no doubt that I’ll be there in the future right beside you. Helping you figure out whatever it is that needs figuring out. We’re a team. Your problems, your worries, your desires… are mine too. You’re not alone.”

I looked at him. Really looked at him. I needed him to understand what I had just said.

“I love you.” He stated. “So much.”

“I love you.” I smiled sweetly at him. “I’m here, if you really want to go into depth about what exactly it is with the future you’re worried about.”

“Yeah, sweetheart, I know… but right now I think I might fall asleep.” He flipped over on his side in my lap. “You’re just too comfortable.”

I giggled. “Oh really?”

“Mhm.”

I squealed when all of the sudden his lips met my stomach as he blew air on my skin, doing what people call a raspberry.

“Jacob!!” I laughed, lightly slapping at his side. “Stop!”

He did, placing a gentle kiss on the spot he just attacked instead.

I kept rubbing his head, alternating between running my fingers through his hair and softly tracing shapes on his face. I did this until I heard the low sound of steady breathing.

Not only his, but mine as the two of us had fallen asleep, dreaming of nothing but each other.

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this isn’t proofread, so I’m sorry for any typos! it also might be shorter than my others so I do apologize! thank you for reading :) <3

[twilightwriter]

━━━ i'm always here * [ charlie swan x fem!daughter!reader ]

reader is getting married to edward, and develops cold feet--but their dad, charlie, is already to the rescue.

i've returned from my little hiatus after writing block. :)

Your feet were practically trembling underneath your weight as you listened to the chatter of your invited guests--your wedding day was here. Time seemed to have gone by so fast and you felt as though you didn’t sleep enough. And even so, you required little cosmetics to make your skin seem glass-like and angelic. 

“I see someone’s ready to get married,” your torso whipped around in the direction of the deep voice--and a smile was brought to your visage at the sight. You launched forward into the familiar scent of the physique in front of you and buried your face into your sheriff father’s shoulder. 

After releasing the hug and grasping onto the older man’s hands tightly for support, you sighed, “I’m so glad you’re here, dad.” 

Charlie’s face contorted into one of what seemed to be hesitation of what was to come. His brown eyes flickering back and forth between the aisle and you, his dress-clad daughter. Hair done in a (hair style), makeup, and of course, obnoxiously large bouquet grasped tightly in your hands. 

And then it hit him, his daughter was getting married. His firstborn.

He cleared his throat when you called to him and pulled him from his thoughts briefly; arm extended outward for you to loop your own into. “Are you ready?”

You inhaled deeply and were about to say that you were--but nope! You kept on breathing a couple more times. “Uhh, yeah! Yeah! I’m… I’m ready.”

It took what seemed like forever to reach your soon-to-be husband. But on your father’s arm, it seemed to never take that long to begin with. Your eyes kept flickering between yourself, Charlie and your beautiful lover, Edward. But you couldn’t help your breath catching in your throat when you realized just how many people were standing there staring at you. 

You were about to freeze in your tracks -- but Charlie wasn’t about to let that happen. He squeezed your hand slightly in encouragement, smiling all the way. “You’re almost there, (your name), just a few more steps,” he whispered dotingly into your vicinity.

Charlie was right--once you were in the arms of Edward nothing mattered. You turned your head to smile at your dad, (eye color) eyes twinkling in delight when you were now standing before the priest and your husband-to-be. It was time to let you go now.

He seemed hurt by the revelation that he wouldn't be able to protect his little girl the way he used to anymore. Someone else had taken on that task, leaving him with only Isabella, your sister,  to care for. Of course there would always be times when you’d meet hardships as that’s what marriage was, but, you were always welcome home. 

Advancing forward to press his lips to your cheek, and grasping your hand rather tightly, he finally placed them in the cool hands of the man you adored. “Take care of yourself (Y/N), I’m serious… I love you. And I’m always here.”

“I love you too, dad.”

[xo-hugs-n-kisses-ox]

Rumination

Ruminate

(v.) To think about something deeply

After Edward left her, Bella Swan fell apart. Desperate to try and save his eldest daughter, Charlie brings his youngest daughter to Forks to see if she can bring her sister out of her depression.

Now, y/n must try to help her sister find her way back to the light while also trying to navigate her Junior year of high school in the odd town of Forks.

Chapter Seven: Confrontation

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Now playing: Monsters by Hurricane Bells

Warnings: mentions of heart attacks resulting in death (Harry Clearwater), mentions of suicide (Bella jumping off the cliff at La Push), cursing, mentions of funerals, Edward is introduced (his dramatic ass is a warning in and of itself I’m afraid)

Everyone keeps trying to force Paul and I into the same space. It’s driving me mad.

I don’t want to talk to him until he apologizes, and he’s been stubbornly silent on that front. All I want is an apology for his actions, and all’s forgiven. Mostly.

It makes me snappish and irritable whenever anyone tries to force proximity between the two of us. It has a similar effect on Paul, who’s taken to staying out of the house.

Sam and Jacob keep giving Paul meaningful, pointed little looks that I don’t understand. Even Bella’s been roped into their bullshit, dragging me along with her to Emily’s when she knows Paul is there.

Victoria’s still being hunted by the pack, so it’s not like I could just stay home. As much as I’m starting to resent it, I’m safer at the Rez.

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“Why haven’t you been hanging out with me recently?” Max demands, sitting down beside me in Physics. I sigh.

“Max, I’ve been busy—”

“With work? Chelsea said you quit.” I didn’t like how accusatory he sounded, and my already touchy nerves bristled.

“I have shit to do outside of school Max,” I tell him, my voice harsher than I intended, “Sorry if I have t been able to make room in my schedule for everything for the last week.”

“Don’t act like that,” he hissed, “You’ve been ditching me to go to the are with your other friends and—”

The bell rings, cutting him off. He gives me a long look before muttering, “We’ll talk about this later.”

I sigh forcefully, knowing that this day was just going to go to shit.

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I was right.

The day did go to shit. I failed my math test, US History assigned a shit ton of homework due by the end of the week, and Max wouldn’t leave me alone about my six day absence in his life.

He managed to corner me before I could escape to my truck, pulling me aside by the side of the school.

I sighed, “Max, I really don’t have time for this today—”

“You don’t have time for me ever, anymore.” He challenged, interrupting me. I stared at him flatly and he scoffed, “Don’t give me that look, you know I’m right. You’ve been running off with those freaks from the reservation, the ones in the gang!”

I made a face before I could stop myself, “They aren’t in a gang, you moron,” I told him, “And they aren’t freaks, either.”

He scoffed, “Whatever, Y/n. You know, after you dropped that freak, Paul, or whoever, I thought we had something going, you know? But now you’re running back to him like a—”

He cut himself off, and I quickly demanded, “Like a what, Max?”

He just shook his head, “Run back to your freak show already, they’re waiting for you.”

He turned and left, and I stomped towards my truck. Bella and Jacob were already waiting for me, and Jared was sitting in the bed of the truck as he peered over at me.

“What was that about?” Bella asked, getting into the passenger’s seat as Jacob hopped into the back with Jared.

“Nothing.” I hissed, slamming the door shut and peeling out of the parking lot.

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We all got to Emily’s and Bella was quick to shower and change.

I sat with Emily as she made stew, telling her about my day. Dinner was ready at seven thirty sharp, and everyone rallied around the table as Bella helped me plate all the food.

Quill, Embry, and Paul walked in just as I put rolls onto their plates. The three of them washed up quickly, and Paul sniffed.

“Trouble in paradise, Y/n?” He taunted, “Doesn’t smell like that horrendous cologne rubbed off on you today.”

Fed up with bullshit for the day, I slammed his plate in front of him and grabbed my own, marching back to the room Bella and I had taken over to eat by myself.

“You’re so full of shit, Paul,” Jacob hissed at him, but I slammed the door before I heard anything else.

Tears welled up in my eyes, but I refused to cry. In a house full of werewolves, they would all hear it, and I refused to give Paul the satisfaction.

After a minute, Bella came into the room and sat beside me on the floor. She ate her food without speaking, sitting shoulder-to-shoulder with me as tears streamed silently down my face.

“Do you want to go back to Charlie’s?” She asked, and I took a deep breath.

“No,” I said, “It’s fine.”

She was quiet for a moment more, “You and I will skip school tomorrow, go on a hike. Get some fresh air.”

I nodded, finishing my food.

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The next day, Bella and I went out for a hike early. We left at six in the morning, driving to the La Push trails.

We went together for a while, eating lunch at a scenic outlook. She went on towards the cliffs at the beach, but I stayed behind.

I sat hugging my knees as I thought.

Paul was an asshole. I wanted to hit him. Max was a dick. It was only partially justified.

Sam made me want to bash my head in. He needs to stop trying to shove Paul and I into making up. I’m about to tell Emily that if he keeps doing it, I’m staying at Charlie’s exclusively.

No, that would probably only make him force Paul to babysit my house.

I don’t know how long I sat there, but I eventually got back up and started to make my way back to Bella. A lot formed in my chest, and I hurried back over there. Before I knew it, I was running towards her, breaking the tree line and seeing her standing on the cliff before me, looking at the waves.

I was about to call out to her when she jumped, letting herself fall towards the waves.

A scream ripped from my throat as I shoved my backpack and jacket off, running out of my shoes as I dove after her.

I watched her hit the water as I began to plummet, and I prayed that I could catch her and that she wasn’t trying to kill herself by drowning or blunt-force trauma from the surface of the water.

When I hit the water, the temperature made me gasp. I choked out the water before diving to try and find my sister. I held my breath as long as I could before I had to resurface, diving back under as soon as air entered my lungs.

I kicked against the current and my hand snagged on something. I looked over and saw Bella, her eyes closed as she laid motionless in the water. I grabbed her under the arms and hauled her back to the surface, swimming as fast as I could towards the shore.

It was the adrenaline, I was sure, that let me get to the sand. If I wasn’t to worried about my sister dying, I probably would have drowned myself.

I dragged her onto the sandy beach, watching as Jacob came sprinting over. I was shaking, her hand clutched in mine, as I watched him get her to breathe again.

Fat tears rolled down my cheeks as I sobbed, cold and distressed. Jacob picked Bella up and hands pulled me towards a chest. With the adrenaline fading, and the cold getting to me, I was too tired to see who had picked me up and just let it happen.

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I woke back up before Bella did. My eyes opened, and I saw her face in front of mine. Her eyes were closed, but she was breathing.

I exhaled, relief flooding my system.

“You’re awake,” Emily said, her beautiful face coming into my line of sight.

“Yeah,” I croaked, sitting up.

She looked like she had been crying.

“What happened?” I asked, knowing she wouldn’t have wasted tears on Bella and I when we had survived.

She looked at me for a moment before speaking quietly, “Harry Clearwater had a heart attack. They’re arranging his funeral now.”

I lurched forward to hug her tightly, “Emily, I’m so sorry, oh my god.”

She sniffed, “Everyone’s over there to comfort Sue and their kids. Your dad, too.”

The two of us sat there for a long while before we both laid down in the bed. Emily fell asleep quickly, exhausted from crying. I just stared at the ceiling.

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Jacob took us back to Charlie’s house when he heard we were awake. We got there, however, and he froze.

“There’s a vampire in there—” he started, but Bella shoved past him. I followed, assuming that it was Edward.

I grabbed a cast iron pan from the stove and yelled, “Edward, you sickly dickhead! Come here so I can beat your ass!”

I stormed into the living room and swung in instinct when I saw the shape of someone who wasn’t my sister or Jacob. The small woman dodged it easily, looking at me grimly.

She opened her mouth, but spotted Bella and launched herself at her for a hug.

“Wait! Wait!” Bella yelled at Jacob and I, “It’s Alice! This is Alice!”

I watched her warily, the pan still clutched tight in my fists. My sister cried as she hugged the woman, Alice.

“Oh, Bella, how are you alive?” She asked, “I saw you jump, I saw your sister jump after you, but—”

She took a breath and continued, “I saw you go into the water and I waited and waited for you to come up, but you didn't. What happened? And how could you do that to Charlie? Did you stop to think what this would do to him? And my brother? Do you have any idea what Edward–” She cut herself off, looking to me.

“Why did she jump, Y/n?” She asked, and she said my name with such familiarity that it was unnerving.

“For fun, she said.” I informed her, “She wasn’t trying to kill herself.”

“Why did I not see you pull her out, then?” Alice pondered, “I saw you coming to Forks, I saw you hiking, I saw you jump after her, but I couldn’t see anything after you got within a yard of the beach.”

“Jacob and Paul pulled us out of the water from there. Jake got Bella breathing again, and they took us to the reservation.” I told her, watching as her face went slack with understanding.

She pinned Jacob with a stare, “I thought she drowned,” She said slowly, “Because I can’t see past you and your pack of mutts—”

“Watch it, Alice,” I warned, “Him and his pack of wolves are the reason Bella and I are still alive, and Jacob’s the reason Bella’s even a functioning person today.”

She sniffed, conceding, “I suppose.”

Bella and Alice caught up with each other in her room. Jacob and I sat with Charlie at the dining room table.

He told us stories of Harry Clearwater, seeming dazed that he was dead. He kept flipping between past and present tense when talking about him.

Charlie went off to bed a while after.

The phone rang, and Jacob picked it up. Carlisle was calling, asking for Charlie.

“Now’s not a good time,” Jacob said, “Charlie just got back from arranging a funeral—”

The line went dead.

Not a second later, Bella and Alice flew down the stairs and lunged for the phone, only to hear the dial tone.

“What did you do?” Bella demanded, and I whipped my head to look at her critically.

“Jacob didn’t do shit, Carlisle asked for Charlie and Jake told him that he had come back from arranging a funeral—”

“That wasn’t Carlisle,” Alice said quietly, staring into the distance, “Edward thinks Bella’s dead. He’s going to the Volturi to—”

“Hold on, the who?” I demanded, but was ignored by both my sister and her guest. I looked to Jacob, and he mouthed, “Vampire Police?”

“I have to go save him—!” Bella said, trying to walk past me.

“Wait a damn minute, Bella,” I said, stopping her, “Save who? That sickly piece of shit who left you when things got hard?”

“Edward’s going to get himself killed!” She shrieked, and I scoffed.

“He nearly killed you, and you’re rushing to his rescue because he’s jumping to conclusions instead of asking for confirmation?” I demanded, and Bella pursed her lips.

“You would do it for Paul,” she told me, “No matter how angry you were or what he did, you would still go save him if he was trying to kill himself. Just like you did for me today.”

I was silent for a long moment.

“I’ll tell Charlie where you went,” I said finally, “But I won’t stop you. You’re eighteen now, anyway.”

She smiled, hugging me tightly before rushing off towards Alice’s car. Jacob chased after her, and I went upstairs to shower.

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Am I team Edward? Am I team Jacob? The answer is, for cannon, neither. I was originally soooo team Edward when I watched/read the first movie/book, but during New Moon I loved the werewolves (still do obvi) and I did love Jacob so much until Meyer completely nerfed his and Quil’s characters by making them imprint on CHILDREN

Fanfiction’s free game though, I’ll eat it up no matter who it’s about.

Anyway, hope yall enjoyed!! Lmk what you guys think and if yall want to see anything specific/have a request for anything, let me know!! I’m open to writing for whoever and about almost anything ☺️

Bye bye for now (I’ll post again tmr)

[musewritingsforyou]

The Fight

Part 2

Summary: The day of the battle is here and y/n is struggling to focus

Warnings: injury, vampires, blood, medicine, swearing, violence

Word Count: 1k

A/N: Part two!! this one is a cliffhanger (not rlly if you’ve seen it) so I’ll have part three up tomorrow!

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By morning all of the wolves that could fight were up and gone. Emily and I along with a few others from the tribe went back to Billy’s house to wait for the all clear. Now that the day had finally arrived there were no more doubts or thoughts of Jacob in my head. Only pure determination. He would live. They would all live.

We spent the hours waiting in Billy’s living room, continuing to set up supplies and beds. Emily stayed in the kitchen, nervously baking an obscene amount of blueberry muffins. At some points she came in to check on the rest of us, handed us some food and then disappeared back into the warm and sweet smelling room she came from. I knew exactly how she was feeling. The deep dread in her stomach that wouldn't cease, at least not until we could see them again. Not until we could all lay our eyes on them and see that they are okay. 

“How are you so calm?” she asked me when I went into the kitchen for a bottle of water. 

“Who says I am?” I responded by giving her a weary smile and closing the fridge. 

“I have work to do. As long as I know there is something to do I won't panic. Thinking about Jake and worrying about him won't help him right now, besides, I can feel it. I know he’s okay” 

Emily wiped her hands on her apron and slowly approached me with a smile. 

“When did you learn to be so wise, huh?” I gave her a long hug before going back out to the living room. Waiting. That's all I could do for now. Wait.

Two hours later the door slammed shut as a familiar young boy jogged in. 

“Seth? What's going on, shouldn't you be on the mountain?” We all raced to meet him in the hallway, scanning every inch of him for scrapes or bruises as he slowed. 

“A lot happened, there was this red headed blood sucker and I tried to jump her and then Jake ran down to fight and now Sam's yelling and-” Emily went to his side with water and a muffin before leading him to a chair. 

“Breathe Seth. Slow down. You can tell us when you're ready.” he devoured the whole muffin in silence before he could speak again.

“Victoria came up to the mountain. Somehow she figured out Edwards' plan but by then Jacob had already ran to fight. After he heard-'' he paused clearly cursing himself like he said something he shouldn't have.

“Heard what?”  he wouldn't look me in the eye. 

“Heard what Seth? What did Jake hear?” 

“Edward and Bella are engaged. As soon as he heard he ran off for the fight, I tried to stop him I swear but-”

Suddenly my hearing died out until all that was left was a buzz deep in my head. Jake ran off. He ran into the fight. He was already upset, already prone to being reckless and stupid. Now he's gone into battle. Slowly I focused myself and listened back into the conversation.

“What's Sam telling you, Seth? Is he okay?” Emily was still crouched by the young boy's side, now anxiously asking him about her mate. 

“He's fine, tired but fine. He told me to come get sophie. He said the fighting has slowed enough, he needs your help. The pack needs you out there.” 

I clenched my jaw and nodded. 

“What are we waiting for then?” I ran to the door with Emily and Billy in my wake, handing me bags full of medical supplies, a jacket, a flashlight, anything they saw that they thought might be useful. Finally Seth and I stood outside, he ran towards the woods as I looked back to Billy.

“I'll bring him back, Billy, I promise” 

~~~

I clung onto Seth's thick fur as he ran for the clearing in the woods. I could see fires burning all over in an attempt to kill the newborns. He dropped me right in front of a gray wolf lying on its side on the ground. There was a small marking behind the wolf's ear. Quill. It had to be Quill. The gash through his side was bleeding heavily, he must have gotten stuck in his wolf form because of how badly he was hurt. I placed a soothing hand on his ribs and looked into his eyes.

“It's alright Quill, you're going to be fine” I worked faster than ever before, stitching up his side and when I was finally finished and the bleeding had stopped I turned on my knees to find Sam staring back at me.

“Where is Jacob?” I had wanted to look for him the second that I got here, but after seeing the level of carnage all over it felt too selfish.

“I don't know” I stopped breathing.

“What do you mean you don’t know Sam?”

“He was on the field a minute ago, he was fighting, but I can't find him.”

“Is he alive?” I still held my breath with tears starting to come to my eyes.

“Yes. yes he's alive.” I took my first shaky breath as I turned back to Quill, stroking his fur and placing bandages over his wound. I could hear Sam slowly walking away, phasing just beyond my sight to speak with the other wolves. Then came a sound I didn't recognize. It wasn't the sound of a wolf, or a human or of anything I had heard before. Just as I turned my head I heard Edward shout,

“Leah no!” Time slowed as I saw the gray wolf try to grapple with the bloodsucker and then another sound. This one I knew in my very soul. A howl that I could recognize anywhere as a russet wolf leapt from the woods beyond Leah. I spun in place and started to stand as I screamed for him.

“Jacob, don't!” But I was already too late. Leah was thankfully knocked out of its grip as Jacob landed a blow, but the vampire was too quick even for him. I could almost hear Jasper's words from earlier in my mind. 

Never let them get their arms around you

[secondratefiction]

Hmm, well then I'm willing to ask for either Jacob or Embry smut/fluff because they're my two favorites pretty please.

Mine too! You have fantastic taste. I maintain that I am absurdly horrendous at smut, so we're gonna stick to the fluff for now. - Jacob never put much thought into domestic life. At least until you came along and flipped his whole life upside down. - Now mundane things like sitting in the kitchen with the other while they cook or curling up on the couch to catch up on your shows that week make his chest warm and his brain all gooey. - He catches all kinds of hell from the pack for this (at least the one's with out imprints anyway), and he 100% blames the mushy feelings on the wolf - This does absolutely nothing to keep him from turning into a great big steaming pile of goo at the first signs of affection from you. - He will deny it to his dying day, but one of his absolute favorite things in the world is getting to curl up around you like a heating blanket and listen to you slowly fall asleep. There is something about knowing you're safe and sound, close to him that just sooths him - And the fact you're comfortable and trust him enough to just fall asleep like nothing is the cherry on top - You also can not remember the last time you've been able to sit anywhere on your own. Jacob's always got to be touching you in some way: - Sitting in his lap is the best option (in his opinion), if not that, He's got an arm thrown around behind you on the couch. Or, he's got his hand on your thigh at the dinner table. - Just constant contact if and when possible. It's not as prolific as the touching think, but Jake also makes or does little things for you - You've got a whole series of little carved trinkets on your bookshelf. And you've literally never had to do anything to your car since the two of you got together

(I could probably keep going, but I think that's where we're going to call it.)

[andreafmn]

Collision - Chapter 13

Word Count: 3.1K

Story Description: (Y/N) Uley is back home after being away for four years. Her life is at its first standstill and she is taking this time to find out who she is without school. But she never thought that coming back to the reservation would turn her whole life around. In the midst of secrets and mystery, a man crashes into (Y/N)’s and her life will never be the same.

Chapter: 13/?

Dedicated to: @cecehensonn for commenting on that one post 💖

Warnings: more heartbreak

A/N: Sorry not sorry for this painful chapter 😅 It's not as heartbreaking as the last one, but I need to milk the angst and hurt from the "break-up." Reader will make some bad decisions soon enough, and y'all are gonna want the heartbreak back. 😬 Also, new character.

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Chapter 13

Nothing.

She felt nothing.

There had never been a time (Y/N) could not point out what she was feeling. With a vast understanding of the human psyche, she always knew the clinical term of every sentiment there was and could be — their variations and changes were all committed to her memory. But all she felt was overcome by a gut-wrenching void that took hold of her body. She found herself wishing for the pain she’d felt when Carlisle had first confessed he was a vampire. At least then she had felt something.

She had spent the night at Sam’s house, too distraught to go back home. (Y/N) knew she had fallen asleep on Paul, his warmth the only comfort she could possibly feel in such a confusing situation.

All through the night, her head kept replaying the five stages of grief — denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. Once the list had ended it would start over again, engraving it in her brain over and over and over again. Her clinical training beat into her the steps she needed to take. But there was no one to take them with.

This kind of grief, she felt, was incomplete. Sure she had not believed Carlisle at first. She’d gone through some type of denial. Yeah, she was enraged at the fact that he left her like she meant less than nothing to him. She’d gone through anger — maybe still stuck there. But who was there to bargain with? He was gone. There was no denial anymore, she was not allowed that much. (Y/N) wanted at least to feel the overtaking sadness that depression would bring, but she simply felt nothing. And she’d already accepted that he was gone. He’d made sure she understood that much.

No one had taught her how to deal with this. How to deal with the culmination of a relationship with a centuries-old vampire that had promised her eternity together. A vampire that she had fallen completely in love with — her first love, her first kiss, her first… everything. Carlisle had given her everything and just as swiftly taken it away.

“(Y/N)?” Emily’s soft whisper rang through the room (Y/N) had somehow woken up in. “I made some breakfast if you want. I sent a text to your mom to let her know you’re okay.”

“Yeah, thanks,” she responded emotionlessly. “Is Sam back?”

“Yes, honey. He’s at the dining table.”

“Thanks. I’ll be right out.”

Emily clicked the door shut, leaving the girl once more to her thoughts. She noticed at the foot of the bed a change of clothes. Probably, Sam’s. They were some sweatpants and a T-shirt, a comfortable enough outfit for her. She changed out of the suffocating scrubs she wore, feeling them gripping her body harder than ever before.

Sam’s clothes almost hung off her body and she felt like a kid again. After their father had left suddenly, she’d taken to wearing the t-shirts he’d left behind to find some comfort in his absence. But these clothes still had their owner. He had not abandoned her — well, he’d come back.

With dragged feet, she made her way out into the kitchen where hushes were spread around. (Y/N) knew they’d heard her exiting the room and they had been talking about her. The Cullens leaving was the only thing anyone in the reservation could talk about, and unfortunately, the pack knew that involved her.

“There she is!” Jared exclaimed with a full mouth of food. But his face quickly fell with the burning gaze of everyone else at the table. “What?”

“How do you feel, (Y/N)?” Sam questioned, pulling out a chair for his sister. Somehow, she looked frail. He’d seen her sad before. Hell, he’d been the one to comfort her at six years old when their father left. But even then, she’d been different. Now, she looked fragile enough to break with a simple breath.

“Fine,” she responded. Everyone knew there wasn’t much more they’d get out of her. “Is there coffee?”

“Of course,” Emily smiled. “Sugar? Cream?”

“Two sugars, a bit of cream.”

“Alright.”

Emily placed a steaming mug in front of (Y/N), her signature beaming smile painted on her face. And where the girl would normally return the gesture, she couldn’t bring herself to even fake a smile. It was too exhausting to do so. So, she simply nodded.

“Why don’t we move to the living room, (Y/N)?” Sam whispered as he placed his hands comfortingly on hers. “The fire is already going, and it’ll be a lot warmer there.”

(Y/N) followed her brother, the hot cup between her frozen hands. She didn’t feel like talking – she didn’t feel much at all. But it was easier to simply follow what others told her. It was easier than doing whatever her brain was telling her to.

She sat next to Sam on the couch, curling into his side as he wrapped an arm around her. It was a strange sense of déjà vu. When they were little and (Y/N) had been sad, he would make her a cup of hot chocolate, sit her in front of the fire, and tell her stories until she fell asleep in his arms. And this moment was no different. She was sad, she needed comfort, and he would always be by her side.

“How’re you feeling, bean?” Sam asked her, using the name he’d called her when she was little. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here when you got here. Bella Swan got lost in the woods and the sheriff asked me to help look for her.”

“She must be heartbroken as well,” (Y/N) spoke, her voice barely a whisper and so full of pain. “I wonder how Edward ended things with her. It had to be awful if she wound up lost in there.”

“What happened yesterday, bean? I thought everything was going well,” he said. Worry was evident in his voice, the sound quivering and full of hurt. “I won’t lie,” he stated. “I am glad that the bloodsuckers are gone, but it pains me to see you like this. I thought he’d at least ask you to go with them.”

Quiet.

All she could do was remain quiet. That was the least he could have done. But he didn’t. He had thrown her away, discarded her like you would a used tissue. Carlisle had taken from her what he wanted and pushed her aside, without a real explanation or reason.

“Talk to me, (Y/N). Please,” Sam begged. “Tell me how you’re feeling – what you’re feeling. How can I make it better?”

“You can’t,” she sighed. A quiet sob escaped her lips and was only perceived by the adept ears of the supernatural. “No one can.”

“(Y/N)…” 

“Sam, I understand that you’re trying to help but you simply can’t, okay?!” (Y/N) didn’t know why she was yelling. Her frustrations were misdirected but she couldn't help how it came out. “He’s gone, okay?! He took what he wanted and left. I wasn’t good enough for him to stay and I wasn’t worth taking with him. And I was ready to give it all up. You, my friends, mom… everything. I had made the choice to spend the rest of eternity by his side.

So now I’m stuck here having to figure out who I am and what my future will look like without him in it. I will have to mend my own heart that continues asking when he is coming back. No one can make it better, Sam. Not even myself.”

She slammed the coffee mug on the table harder than she intended to, but she needed to get away. (Y/N) could feel the walls of the house closing in on her, squeezing every ounce of oxygen that was inside. She felt her lungs aching, grasping at any air left for her to breathe. But she simply couldn’t. Her eyes had welled up with tears once more and her eyes burned from the liquid.

(Y/N) was already tired of crying. She was tired of feeling her world collapsing in on itself. Of having to pick up the pieces of her life every few years.  It wasn’t fair. She was doing everything right and everything still went wrong.

Somehow, she had stumbled out of the house, Sam’s voice distant in her head. He was calling for her but she could not listen. She needed to go somewhere else, anywhere else. She kept stumbling down the road without a real destination in mind. Her vision was blurred from her tears and her breathing was difficult.

But as she came face to face with the chipped white door, she knew where her head wanted to go. So, she knocked.

“I can’t believe you forgot your keys,” Allison laughed before she opened the door. “Oh, (Y/N). Honey, what’s wrong?”

“He’s gone, mom,” she blubbered against her mother’s neck. “He left. He left me.” 

Allison had an inkling of who her daughter spoke of but made no move to extract any information. It was clear that (Y/N) was suffering from a broken heart, and she needed her mother’s comfort. She led the girl inside and sat them both on the couch, where she let (Y/N) cry to her heart’s content. She sat there running her hand through her daughter’s hair and drew circles on her back to try and console her child as best as she could.

The mother felt her daughter revert to the little girl that had her father walk out on her. The little girl that grew up too quickly, looking for the best education she could get to help out her mother. There in her arms, (Y/N) was broken. Merely a shell of who her daughter was.

When the girl drifted to sleep, Allison made a move for her phone, calling the only person that could have any idea of who had broken her daughter’s heart. And she hoped he would answer this one time. If not for her, for his little sister.

He did.

“Who did this to (Y/N)?” Her voice spoke softly through the phone, fearing she would wake her daughter. “She just came in here bawling her eyes out, muttering incoherences. She is completely heartbroken.”   

“It was that Cullen doctor. Carlisle Cullen,” Sam sighed. “How is she, mom?”

“She just fell asleep after crying for a good twenty minutes. She is drained,” Allison let out a strangled sob. “Why didn’t I know about this?”

“(Y/N) wanted to keep this a secret for some time. Avoid being the talk of the town until the relationship was more serious.”

“This looks very serious to me, Sammy. She’s so… sad.”

“She’s tough,” Sam stated. “I know she’ll come out stronger after this. She just needs some time.”

“I hope so.” Allison kept quiet for a few seconds. This was the longest conversation she’d had with her son in a long time that had not transfigured into a fight. It hurt that it took her daughter to have been broken up with to be able to hear his voice. “I miss you, Sammy,” her voice was barely a whisper. Almost like a thought that had slipped out. “I miss you a lot.”

“I know, mom,” he sighed. “I miss you too.”

“I just wish we could be a family again. Regardless of whatever happened in the past,” Allison said, hopeful. “(Y/N) needs you… I need you.”

“You know I can’t, mom.”

“Why not, Sam?! What could possibly be more important than being with your family?”

“I can’t talk about that, mom. I just can’t.”

“You always say that, but I am your mother. Whatever it is that you’re involved in, I am sure I could help you, son.”

“Please, just drop it. I’ve told you many times that I can’t.”

“Fine. Goodbye, Sam.”

“Bye, mom,” he said resignedly.  

“Don’t fight with him, mom,” (Y/N) croaked as her eyes fluttered open. “He has enough on his plate.”

“I’m sorry, darling,” Allison sighed as she ran her hand through her daughter’s hair. “Do you want to talk about it?  About the doctor?”

“You know.” It wasn’t a question. It was clear that her mother knew who had taken her heart and broken it into a million pieces. “Sam told you?”

“I had my suspicions early on,” her mother clarified. “You were spending so much time between the hospital and the Cullen’s house; it didn’t take long to connect the two dots. But, sweetheart, what happened last night? You seemed so happy these couple of months.”

“I was only a distraction it seems,” (Y/N) let out a soft sob. “I thought I had found the person I would share a future with. Instead, he left the second things got hard. History had a way of cruelly repeating itself, huh?”

 “Oh, honey. I’m so sorry.” Allison hugged her daughter tight, guilt washing over her body. She knew the situation had not been her fault, but she couldn’t help but feel that her daughter’s taste in men had been hereditary. “Is there anything I can do for you? Anything to make things better.”

“I just need to sleep,” she sighed. “Yeah, I just need sleep.”

No matter that it was still the middle of the day, (Y/N) disappeared into her room to try and succumb to slumber. She drew the curtains closed, locked the door, and buried herself in a mountain of sheets and comforters. But nothing seemed to warm the cold the emptiness left. She had never felt cold like this before. It was chilling and it dug its way into her bones.

And somehow the coldness came hand in hand with tears. A floodgate that didn’t seem to stop and she could not control. Even when she thought her body had surely run out of tears, more came. They stung her eyes and made them swell. They stained her cheeks and burned her throat. They left her breathless and full of pain.

And yet, she still felt the nothingness deep inside her.

Allison couldn’t help but feel heartbroken as she heard her younger daughter cry for a man that had the gall to leave her this way. The worst part was that she could only stand and watch as her little girl fell apart. It was a sight that she had never prepared herself to witness, and didn’t want to again. If she ever crossed paths with the doctor, she would make sure he knew just how horrible he had treated her daughter.

***

“You could have done things differently, Carlisle,” a woman spoke, her eyes glazed over with a red hue. “She is in so much pain.”

“I could have but I didn’t, Theo,” he sighed. “And I didn’t come to you for grievances. I came to you for your ability and for the connection you have with her.”

“Well, old friend. I apologize if I overstepped in any way, but she is — or rather was, I haven’t seen her in some time — my friend,” Theo smiled softly as her eyes returned to their amber color. “I spent four years with her, and she is a rather peculiar human. She is as complex as they come and so bright, it simply pains me to see her this way. Especially since it’s your fault.”

“I had to have her hate me. (Y/N) had such a bright future ahead of her and I was only going to hold her back.” Carlisle did regret the bad decisions he had taken. He had built (Y/N) up only to have her crash and burn so suddenly. “The more she hates me, the easier it will be for her to move one. She’ll have a great life, especially away from me.”

“And how many times will you ask the clairvoyant to check in as she moves on as you want her to?”

“Not for much longer, Theo. I’m leaving New York once my family is finally settled here.”

“Leaving?” The girl was shocked. He had left the love of his life behind to keep his family together, and he was leaving them behind as well. “And where will you be going then?”

“For penance.”

Theo wanted to laugh, but the stoic expression on his face told her how serious he was. “Penance, Carlisle? Isn’t that a tad dramatic?”

“Do you think I deserve to go on with my life after all the pain I have caused the only person I have truly loved?” Carlisle was resolute in his punishment. He would do what he had done once when he turned into something he had hunted for most of his life – hide from humanity and deny himself the only thing he needed to survive. “It’s a punishment fit for the crime.”

“And don’t you think that knowing she will continue living without you by her side is punishment enough?” Theo tried to reason with her friend. “Breakups happen every day around the world. (Y/N) is strong. She will get over it. All she needs is some time, as do you.”

“You don’t understand, Theo. The things I told her… There’s no coming back from that. I used every word I knew would hurt her, deliberately. It’s something neither she nor I can forgive.”

“Well, I know I won’t be able to dissuade you from what you think you must do,” she sighed. “You know where I am. So, whenever you need me, you know where to find me.”

“The next time I see you, it might be too dangerous for me to be around humans. I’ll send you word of where I will be,” he smiled sadly. “I do ask for one more favor.”

“Sure, anything.”

“Don’t tell my family where I am going. They’ll surely do everything in their power to take me back, and I simply cannot.”

“I cannot tattle to someone I do not know, Carlisle,” she chuckled. “I have not had the pleasure to meet the rest of your family.”

“Better that you do not meet them now. In this situation, my family has been ruptured possibly beyond repair.”

“Give it time, Carlisle. Most things with time become clearer.”

“Isn’t the saying that time heals all wounds?”

“Time does nothing of the sort. If anything, time gives you choices. Time helps you build grudges; it stacks grievances upon grievances. Time doesn’t heal, it forces you to either live with your pain or find a way through it. Everyone has to make that choice at some point.”

“Then I hope (Y/N) can find a way through it because I will have to live with it.”

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[imagine-forks]

new twilight imagines blog?

hey guys! super excited to start this blog, as the twilight resurgence seems to be in full swing right now. send in your requests and I’ll do my best to make them happen! 

[strawb3rry-gone]

𝒯𝒽ℯ 𝒜𝓃𝑔ℯ𝓁 ℐ𝓈 ℬ𝒶𝒸𝓀☆ 𝒫𝒶𝓇𝓉：2

“Zamia was packing her bags not wasting anytime trying to say here longer the hell hole that she hated.”

“After all the counseling, the other crazy patients, pills, and the doctors prescribing her with stuff she was done and just wanted to go home….. home the place where “it” happened with all her loves one who had to witness “it” she felt guilty and nervous to see her family again”

“‘Well Zamia I guess this is it’ a voice said from behind Zamia looker behind her and saw her first doctor that she’ll actually miss Ms.Daliva was a single woman and she was like a mother to Zamia when she was in the hospital ‘Your the only one I’m gonna miss in this hell hole’ Zamia said’Well im gonna to miss you too kid ‘ Ms.Davila said hugging Zamia.”

“Zamia walked out of the hospital waving goodbye to Ms.Davila but she still had her number in case she needs her as Zamia was walking she saw her dad standing there. Zamia paused for a minute looking at her dad until he spotted her and they stayed looking at each other for a bit until her dad breaks the silence “ How you doing baby let’s go home” her dad said going up to her and taking her bags and putting them in the trunk.”

“When they got home Zamia got more and more nervous to see her mom she can only imagine the pain her mother went through to see her child try and unlive herself and her brother who found her on the ground with a split throat she was scared of what they would think of her and what they say “sweetheart we’re here “ “Well shit” Zamia thought she had more time to prepare but oh well. She got out of the car and started moving to the door as she opened the door she alerted their Bernese mountain dog Meatloaf. They got Meatloaf back when Zamia was 5 years old anytime she was sad he would cheer her up. He immediately jumped her and started licking her face Zamia started laughing “ I get it I get it you miss me really badly “ when her dad came back with the bags he putted them down and started pulling meatloaf off of her “Go see your mother and see how she doing “ her dad said sadly smiling Zamia nodded at him and went into the kitchen to see if her mother was there.”

Zamia saw her mother cooking dinner she just stared at her until her mother noticed her “Zamia “Her mother said in a soft toned voice that was one of the things she loved about her mother she always had that soft toned voice anytime. “Mama” Zamia said running up to her hugging her and of course her mother hugged her back Zamia mother started crying tears of joy see her daughter was back “ oh I miss you my baby “Zamia mother kept chanting.”

“As soon as the hug was over Zamia mother started looking at her up and down there was two things she noticed Zamia got so much skinnier and her hair got longer and less wild “They didn’t give you good food up there didn’t they.” Zamia shook her head she had to admit what they served up there taste like crap so she mostly didn’t eat it she missed her mother’s seasoned and favored food a lot “Well I’m making your favorite dish tonight so how about you go settle in your room”Zamia’s mother smiled going back to cooking Zamia nodded and went upstairs to her room which haven’t changed it was still the same (the picture up in the top is her room) she set down on her bed and took one of her many plushes in her arms. Zamia smiled she was glad to be back home and ready to see her friends.