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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.

[wisteria-bae]

“Reader has black hair and blue eyes-“

THEN ITS NOT AN X READER!!???

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Hey guys, so when I made this post, I was extremely frustrated and annoyed. Now that I’m way more mellowed out and had the chance to read a lot of reactions and responses, let me act my age and actually clarify some things.

First, I want to apologize to those who were deeply upset by my post. My post overall was towards those who claim they don’t write for a specific audience, and yet put specific descriptions in their work. There is absolutely NOTHING wrong with adding certain details to your reader, such as gender or body type. The issue comes in when you don’t properly title and tag it as so, or completely ignore it altogether.

If you see my post as an eye opener and want to change up your work, then you have every right to do so, but please do not think that this is an attack or jive directed at you. It’s just that some of us readers want exactly as promised. That’s like blindfolding someone, telling them that you’re gonna feed them an apple, and then making them bite into a banana - peel and all.

I know some writers have said that they want to be more inclusive in response to my criticism. If that is what you truly want, then by all means, but I cannot stress enough: write what YOU want to write. Do not feel as though you’re being pressured to change what you put out; it’s just a means of how you categorize it.

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[cece693]

Hi there! Could you write something about jasper and a hippie partner? Reader was transformed in the late 60s, early 70s and is free spirited and playful, maybe always making fun and joking around about him being an old military, calling him "major" in a teasing tone and rolling eyes when Jasper acts too proper (my headcanon is that Jasper was a traitor of the south, he was a confederate major and all but the reason why he is so proud of it is because he was actually helping the north. It's the only way that backstory makes sense for the the freaking empath of the family) . Or openly talking about how he went to festivals like Woodstock and had fun in every way possible, dancing in the rain, having sex and doing drugs to Carlisle and Esme's ( and Edward's) not so slight horror

Flower Child and The Major

pairing: jasper whitlock x male reader tags: comedic elements, Emmett is a bro, Edward needs to let loose, do you feel how much I love this request, Esme is supportive because she's a goat, carlisle not so much

You stretched leisurely, lounging across the couch with your feet carelessly kicked over the armrest, humming "White Rabbit" by Jefferson Airplane. Your vibrant floral-patterned shirt hung open, revealing a swirl of beads and necklaces glittering against your chest. "Hey, did I ever tell you guys about that one time at Woodstock?" you began casually, eyes sparkling with mischief as Edward visibly tensed from his seat at the piano.

Edward groaned deeply, dropping his head into his hands. "Repeatedly. Honestly, Y/N, I could live without knowing exactly how many illegal substances you consumed—or people you were involved with."

"Oh, lighten up, Eddie," Emmett chuckled from the armchair, tossing a throw pillow at Edward’s head. "I love these stories. It’s like history class—but actually interesting."

Carlisle, standing gracefully near the fireplace, cast Emmett a mildly disapproving look. "Perhaps some of Y/N’s tales could remain private?"

Esme merely chuckled softly from beside him, fondly shaking her head. "I’ve long given up on censoring him. He’s a free spirit."

"See? Mama Bear gets it," you said smugly, blowing Esme an exaggerated kiss, making her laugh quietly into her palm.

Edward huffed irritably, shooting Emmett a glare. "Do you always have to encourage him?"

"Of course!" Emmett grinned, folding his arms behind his head, utterly unrepentant. "If he stops telling stories, how will I find out if Hendrix was really as talented off-stage?"

Edward gagged theatrically. "Please. Spare me."

On cue, Jasper entered the room, immediately sensing the whirlpool of chaotic emotions and visibly hesitating at the threshold. His golden eyes settled on you, a perfect blend of affection and well-practiced irritation.

"Ah! Major Whitlock!" you declared dramatically, springing upright and giving him a mock salute. "Reporting for duty, sir! Awaiting today's lesson in etiquette and how to properly starch one's uniform!"

Jasper exhaled deeply, eyes fluttering shut for a moment. "Must you always?"

"Always," you confirmed brightly, crossing the room with exaggerated, swaying steps before halting directly before him. You looped your fingers casually through his belt loops, tugging him closer. "Come on, Major, you know you secretly love when I tease you."

A faint smile tugged at Jasper’s lips, betraying him completely. "I wouldn't exactly call it love."

Edward sighed loudly, rolling his eyes. "He would. Trust me."

You smirked victoriously at Edward before turning your attention back to Jasper, leaning in conspiratorially. "Besides, we all know your big secret now."

Jasper’s eyes narrowed suspiciously, a slight smirk on his lips. "Which one is that, darlin'?"

"Oh, please," Emmett scoffed loudly. "Like there's more than one secret worth talking about?"

"You know," you drawled teasingly, "the one where our fearsome Confederate major was actually a double-agent working for the North. It explains a lot, actually—no way someone as emotionally sensitive as you could stomach working for those Southern losers."

Jasper’s expression softened despite his attempts at maintaining a stern façade. "It was purely strategic."

"Sure, Major Softie," you teased, sliding your arms around his neck and gently playing with his blonde curls. "I bet you were the cutest little spy."

"Hardly ‘cute,’" Jasper argued mildly, but his hands automatically settled possessively on your hips, clearly betraying his words.

Edward rubbed his temples, groaning. "Must you two flirt so openly? It’s exhausting."

"Almost as exhausting as Y/N’s Woodstock saga," Carlisle mused with a slight twitch of his lips.

You laughed aloud, squeezing Jasper gently. "I still haven’t finished that story, actually—did you guys know I had exactly twenty-seven different partners at Woodstock? And that’s just counting the ones I clearly remember. Those orgies got a little heated, especially when Hendrix—"

"Y/N!" Edward practically shrieked, covering his ears. "Have mercy!"

Emmett, meanwhile, erupted into hysterical laughter, banging his fist against the armchair. "Holy shit! I was joking about Hendrix—but now I’m invested. Spill!"

Carlisle pressed two fingers delicately to his temple, taking a deep breath. "Y/N, while your openness is admirable—"

Esme patted his arm gently, trying not to laugh. "I'm not sure admirable is quite the right word, dear."

"Perhaps certain details could be left to the imagination?" Carlisle finished, ever diplomatic.

You pouted playfully, leaning dramatically against Jasper. "See what I have to deal with, Major? They don’t appreciate my historical accuracy."

Jasper chuckled lightly, pressing a kiss to your forehead with resigned affection. "Truly tragic, darlin'. How will the family survive without vivid recollections of your youthful escapades?"

"Thank you," Edward groaned sarcastically. "At least one person understands."

You tilted your head up at Jasper mischievously, eyes glinting. "So, Major, wanna go frolic barefoot under the stars and scandalize these repressed individuals some more?"

Jasper shook his head slowly, but the smile he gave you was undeniably warm. "I'm fairly certain you've scandalized them enough already."

"Impossible," Emmett scoffed, now lounging upside-down in his chair. "I'm practically scandal-proof."

"Challenge accepted," you laughed, tugging Jasper gently toward the door. "Later, folks!"

Edward sighed deeply, mumbling into his palms. "Finally, some peace."

Emmett snorted, throwing a cushion at Edward again. "Dude, peace left the room the second Y/N walked in."

You smiled wickedly, guiding Jasper outside into the cool night air. Once the door shut behind you, Jasper visibly relaxed, his shoulders loosening. "You truly live to torment Edward, don't you?" he asked softly, amusement in his voice.

"Edward makes it too easy," you shrugged playfully, pulling Jasper close beneath the starry sky. "Besides, admit it, Major—you love my wild stories."

Jasper hummed quietly, gently pressing your foreheads together. "They are somewhat charming, despite my better judgment."

You grinned triumphantly, tugging him toward the tree line. "Come on, soldier-boy. Let's scandalize the forest wildlife. I'll tell you all about Janis Joplin and the marshmallow incident."

Jasper let out a rare, genuine laugh, fingers intertwining gently with yours as he let you lead him deeper into the woods. "You’re impossible," he murmured fondly.

"Maybe," you conceded cheerfully, squeezing his hand. "But I'm your impossible hippie, Major."

"That," Jasper agreed quietly, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles, "is something I will never deny."

[cowboybeepboop]

Sheriff

"I want you, Y/N."

Pairing: Charlie Swan x fem! Reader 

Genre: Smut

Word count: 3.6k 

Summary: Your car breaks down and the friendly sheriff comes to your rescue.

a/n: Guys please 🙏 send any twilight requests you have my way, I’m so desperate to write more 

You were currently on a road trip, alone, going from Oregon to well, anywhere really. Your car begins to stutter as you drive through the night. You pull your car over on the side of the road, your heart rate slowly rising in frustration. 

You take a deep breath, mentally counting to ten, you remind yourself that there's nothing you can do about it right now, you just have to accept that your car has broken down and that you're stranded in the middle of nowhere, you don't even recognize where you are. 

You look around, taking in your surroundings, your gaze falling on a sign that reads "Forks, Washington," located a few kilometers down ahead.

As you dial the number for the sheriff of that area, your heart continues to race anxiously. With every additional ring, the worry inside you seems to intensify, it felt like an eternity before someone picked up on the other end of the line. The line clicks as the call connects. You hear a deep, gruff voice come through the phone, "Forks Sheriff's office."

“Hello… My name is Y/N, uh, I’m not sure where I am but my car just broke down. It’s really dark,” you quickly ramble into the phone, eyes wandering the surrounding area. 

The voice on the other end of the phone responds calmly, "Hello Y/N, this is Charlie Swan, the Sheriff. Can you tell me where you're currently located?" The Sheriff, Charlie, seems to have a gentle and steady tone, attempting to help you as he inquires for more information about where you are stranded.

"Well, I'm next to the 'Welcome to Forks' sign.." you reply, the gentle tone from the sheriff helping to calm your nerves. 

"Okay," the sheriff responds firmly, his tone conveying a sense of reassurance, "Just stay where you are, I'll be there soon." There's a sense of comfort in the assurance that the sheriff is on his way. 

There's a brief moment of silence after the phone call ends, and you take a few calming breaths, trying to steady yourself amidst the darkness. Shortly afterward, you notice the headlights of a police cruiser approaching on the road in the distance, the patrol car getting closer until it pulls up behind your stranded vehicle.

Charlie, the sheriff, steps out of the vehicle, his presence is undeniably commanding yet somehow soothing, the stern expression on his face is replaced by a slight smile as he walks over to your car.

Unlocking the door you cautiously step out into the cool night air, gaze meeting the sheriffs. Charlie steps closer to you, the smile still on his face as he takes in your worried expression, 

"Y/N?" he asks, his tone carrying a hint of recognition for the voice he spoke to on the phone. 

He walks toward you, his steps measured and calculated, his tall stature towering over you as he steps closer. A small smile still on his face, he looks you over, inspecting your car, he asks inquisitively, "Car trouble?"

"Mhm, I'm not too sure what happened.." you sigh, watching as he comes to inspect the hood. You sneakily check him out, noticing how the night casts gentle shadows over his features. 

Charlie leans down over the hood, his eyes studying the engine with focused attention. He gives a few knocks on the engine and tries to look around inside as much as he can, his face becoming slightly grim as he starts to examine the issue.

He straightens himself up, closing the hood gently, before turning to you. His voice is calm and steady, "Well, looks like we've got some real trouble here. Engine seems to be overheating."

"I don't know much about cars..." you murmur, stepping closer to him and holding your coat tight around you

Charlie notices your closeness, and he instinctively reaches out, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder to keep you warm. He looks at you, a hint of a smile on his face as he replies, "Well, that's alright, not everyone needs to be a mechanic."

He glances at your car once more and sighs, "Overheating is a pretty common issue, it happens when your engine gets too hot to function properly. Based on the look of things, you won't be going anywhere anytime soon."

Your cheeks flush with his gentle touch, immediately craving more of his warm body. "I see, is there a motel or someplace I can stay for the night? Until I get this checked out?"

Charlie's eyes fall on yours, observing your blush with a hint of curiosity. He notices your desire for warmth but doesn't say anything.

He nods as you mention finding a place for the night and replies, "Yes, there are a couple of motels nearby, but they're not the most...pleasant, to say the least."

He studies your face again and his expression softens a bit as he continues, "You can stay at my place for the night. I have a guest room you can use."

Your blush deepens, the strong musk of his cologne sending your mind to inappropriate places. "Your place? Are you sure?"

Charlie looks at you, noticing your blushing getting even more noticeable, making him raise his eyebrows a bit. He smiles gently and says in a reassuring voice, "Yeah, my place. It's a lot more comfortable than any motel around here anyway. And I don't mind, really."

There's a hint of something in his voice, a subtle intensity that can't quite be explained. He looks at you again, making sure you're up for the idea.

"Alright, that sounds amazing." you grin, flashing him your pearly whites as you take a half step closer to him. "A warm cozy house, a soft mattress.. sounds like heaven." 

Charlie notices your movements, the way you step closer to him, and he can't help but chuckle softly. Seeing your toothy grin makes his heart skip a beat, the sound of your voice sending a shiver down his spine.

He responds with a smirk, "Oh, you flatter me. Now, let's get your things out of the car and head over there."

He motions for you to open the trunk, letting you help him carry your belongings to his patrol car. As you both move your belongings to his cruiser, Charlie can't help but sneak glances at you, noticing the way your skin glows in the pale moonlight. 

He holds open the passenger door of his car for you, his hand lingering for an extra second as you get in. He then walks around to the driver's side and settles in, starting up the engine. The silence in the car feels heavier than usual, the air filled with a mixture of uncertainty and anticipation.

"Thank you, Charlie," The warmth of the car causes you to relax into the plush seats. 

As you express your gratitude, a wave of genuine honesty comes over Charlie, his grip on the steering wheel loosening and his shoulders relaxing. He glances at you, noticing your relaxed state in the passenger seat.

His voice, low and sultry, responds, "No problem, Y/N. I'm glad to be able to help." He glances at you, his eyes lingering on your form, appreciating the sight of you in the warm glow of the car.

His voice is seductive, sending shivers down your spine and causing you to clench your legs together. You try to distract yourself, fumbling with the hem of your sweater as you stare out the window, heart pounding loudly in your ears. 

Charlie can practically feel the tension growing in the air as he continues to drive, the sound of your heart beating faster does not escape his ear. He steals a glance at you, noting your restless fiddling with the hem of your sweater.

His mind begins to wander and he silently wonders about the effect he's having on you. He decides to test the waters a bit, clearing his throat and saying, "You look a little cold there."

"Oh, uhm, just a little." your voice cracks slightly as you turn to look at him once again. 

Charlie smiles at the sound of your cracking voice, feeling almost amused at the way you respond. He keeps his gaze on the road ahead of him, but he notices the way your eyes meet his as you speak to him.

He decides to push further, reaching over to turn up the heat in the car. As he does so, his hand brushes lightly against your knee, a subtle but deliberate action designed to get a reaction from you.

You jump slightly, a soft surprised noise escaping your plush lips. Charlie grins at the sound of your startled gasp, his mind racing with intrigue and curiosity. He notices the way your body jerks at his touch, and he can't help but feel a rush of excitement go through him.

His hand continues to linger on your knee, his thumb gently rubbing small, almost soothing circles into your skin. "Sorry," he murmurs, his voice carrying a hint of playful innocence, "Didn't mean to startle you."

"It's.. okay.." you murmur, eyes focused on the way his finger moves against your skin. The short drive comes to an end as he pulls into the driveway of his house, you bite down on your bottom lip in anticipation as you wait for his next move.

Charlie notices the way you bite down on your bottom lip, his vision fixated on the way your teeth indent your lip. He can't help but think about how badly he wants to pull that lip between his own teeth and taste it for himself.

He parks the cruiser in the driveway and clears his throat, his mind trying to push down the thoughts of your lips. He looks at you, his eyes full of desire, as he says in a slightly hoarse voice, "We're here."

"Okay, shall we go inside?" You click the seatbelt, letting it fall back, turning at the waist to face him.

Charlie quickly notices the movement of your waist, his eyes briefly falling on the way your body shifts to face him. He lets out a low breath, trying to calm himself down, before replying, "Yeah, let's get inside."

He gets out of the car and walks around to your side, holding open the door for you. As you step out, he can't help but let his hand graze over your waist, a brief but purposeful touch.

"You're very gentlemanly," you giggle as he leads you to the door, your bags in hand. "Thank you again, Charlie."

Charlie chuckles softly as you mention his gentlemanly demeanor, feeling amused at the way you respond to him. He unlocks the front door and holds it open for you, gesturing for you to go inside first.

As you step inside, he follows closely behind, placing a hand on the small of your back, and guiding you further into the house. He responds, his voice warm and genuine, "No problem, Y/N, I'm glad I could help."

Charlie notices you leaning into his touch, your body molding into his, and his mind is flooded with thoughts of how badly he wants to wrap his arms around you. He can feel the heat radiating off your body, and it's driving him crazy.

He stops for a moment, his hand still on your back, and looks down at you, his voice soft and husky as he says, "Make yourself at home. Can I get you anything?"

"Could I please get a glass of water?" your tone is soft as he sets your bags next to the door, watching as his muscles flex from underneath his uniform. 

Charlie nods at your request, his mind briefly distracted by the way you speak to him in that soft voice. He feels your gaze on his muscular arms and chest, and he can't deny that it makes him feel a little more self-conscious.

He walks over to the kitchen, retrieving a glass and filling it with cold water from the tap. He returns to where you stand and hands you the water, his fingers brushing against yours as he does so.

You slip out of your sweater, revealing your skin-tight undershirt as you take a cautious seat on the couch, not wanting to get *too* comfortable.

As you shed your sweater, revealing the thin undershirt beneath, Charlie can't help but notice the way the material clings to your body, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he observes your every move. His eyes roam over your form, taking in the sight of your curves in the tight fabric, and he feels a wave of desire wash over him.

He watches as you gingerly sit on the couch, trying to maintain a sense of composure, and he wonders how much self-control he has left. He steps into the room, sitting next to you, and giving you a glass of cool water.

"Thank you," you murmur, sweetly smiling at him before taking a long sip of the drink. Your cleavage becomes more exposed to the man in front of you as you set the glass down, you lean back and relax on the couch. 

Charlie nearly chokes on his own saliva as he watches your cleavage become more exposed, his eyes fixed on the way the thin fabric clings to your skin, leaving practically nothing to the imagination. He swallows hard, trying to compose himself, but he can feel the tension in the air building between you both.

He shifts on the couch, trying to find a more comfortable position, as he replies, his voice huskier than before, "You're welcome."

"Are you married, sheriff?" You blurt out, heart racing as you contemplate trying to seduce the older man. 

Charlie is a little caught off guard by the sudden question, but he composes himself quickly. He gives a soft chuckle, leaning back on the couch and shaking his head.

He responds, his voice low and steady, "No, I'm not married." He looks at you, his eyes lingering on your exposed skin, and he can feel the tension and desire growing between you both.

You move closer to him, your hand falling to his thigh as you press your breasts against his arm. "A girlfriend?" you look at him through your lashes, gaze seductive as you admire his features in the new lighting.

Charlie feels the weight of your hand on his thigh, sparks shooting through his body at your touch. He can't help but let out a low breath as he feels your body pressed against his arm, the sight of your eyes looking up at him through your lashes is almost too much.

He maintains his composure, answering your question with a slightly hoarse voice, "No... no girlfriend." His eyes roam over your face, taking in every feature as he replies.

You lean forward, face mere inches from his. "Then... would you mind if I kiss you?" you slide onto his lap, gently letting your weight rest on him as your hands move to cup his face. 

Charlie is taken aback by your bold move, your body suddenly straddling his lap, the heat of your skin burning through the layers of his uniform. He can't help but let out a soft moan at the feeling of your weight on him, unable to control his own reaction to your touch.

He looks at you, his voice a low growl as he responds, "I don't mind at all." His hands come to grip your hips, steadying you on his lap as he awaits your next move.

Leaning forward you capture his lips in a gentle yet passionate kiss, hands moving to keep him close to you, hips rocking against his ever so slightly. 

Charlie responds immediately to your kiss, his lips meeting yours in a fierce yet tender embrace. He lets out a low moan as your hips start to rock against him, his hands gripping your hips even tighter, his fingers indenting your skin.

He pulls you closer to him, his tongue tracing the seam of your lips, seeking entrance to the heat of your mouth. His mind is clouded with desire, the taste and feel of you against him is driving him wild.

Your mouth opens for him, your body desperate for more of his touch, you moan at the feeling of his erection growing against your clothed cunt. 

​

With a deep, needy groan, Charlie's arms wrap around you, pulling you closer as your kiss deepens. His hands slip under your shirt, his calloused fingers skimming over the softness of your skin, making you quiver with anticipation. His mouth moves to your neck, kissing and sucking gently, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. 

You can feel his hardness pressing against you, and your own need is becoming unbearable. Your hands tangle in his hair as you rock your hips into him, seeking more friction. Charlie's grip on your hips tightens as he feels your body grinding into him, and he can no longer resist the temptation. 

His hand slides down to palm your ass, guiding you closer as he grinds back against you, his erection pulsing with desire. His kisses become more urgent, his teeth grazing your earlobe before capturing your ear with his lips, whispering, "I want you, Y/N."

You gasp as his teeth graze your earlobe, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. "I want you too, Charlie," you murmur, your breath hot against his neck as you kiss and nip at the sensitive skin there. The intensity of your passion builds as your hands explore his body, feeling the tension in his muscles as he responds to your touch. 

Encouraged by your confession, Charlie's hand moves from your ass to the hem of your shirt, deftly sliding it up and over your head, leaving you in only your bra and pants. He kisses down your neck, his warm breath causing goosebumps to form, as he gently unclips the back of your bra, letting it fall away to expose your full, round breasts to the cool air. 

He groans in appreciation, his eyes dark with desire as he cups them in his hands, thumbs flicking over your hardened nipples. Your back arches, pressing you into his touch as his mouth finds on the peak, suckling it with an intensity that has you gripping his shoulders tightly, a soft moan escaping your lips.

With a sudden surge of need, Charlie wraps his arms around your waist and effortlessly lifts you from the couch, carrying you down the hallway to his dimly lit bedroom. He sets you gently on the edge of the bed, his eyes never leaving yours as he starts to unbuckle his belt, the sound echoing in the quiet room.

He pulls his shirt over his head, revealing the well-defined muscles and tattoos that cover his torso, making your heart race even faster. You watch, mesmerized, as he unbuttons and pulls down his pants, his erection straining against his boxers.

With trembling hands, you help him remove the last of his clothing, revealing his rock-hard body to the cool air. He returns the favor, taking his time to remove your pants and panties, leaving you nude in front of him. His eyes drink in the sight of you, silent praise for the beauty laid before him.

With a gentle push, Charlie lays you back onto the bed, his eyes never leaving yours as he climbs over you, his body hovering just above yours. He kisses you softly, his mouth exploring yours with a passion that's tender yet fiery, his tongue dancing with yours as his hands continue to roam your body. You can feel the heat from his bare skin as he presses himself against you, his erection nestling between your thighs.

You wrap your legs around him, urging him closer, your hands exploring the firm planes of his back as he kisses down your body, leaving a trail of sweet kisses from your neck to your navel. His mouth finds your clit, his tongue flicking gently against the sensitive nub, making your back arch and your hips buck involuntarily.

He moves in a torturously slow rhythm, building your pleasure until you're panting for more, your nails digging into his shoulders as you beg for his cock. Charlie chuckles against your skin, the vibration sending waves of pleasure through your body. He kisses up your stomach, his eyes locked with yours as he positions himself at your entrance.

With one hand, he guides himself in, his eyes never leaving yours as he sinks into you inch by inch. You gasp as he fills you completely, the feeling of fullness making you whimper with need. He starts to move, his strokes deep and slow, drawing out every ounce of pleasure from your body.

Your hips match his rhythm, the slick sounds of skin on skin filling the room as you both give in to the passion consuming you. The tension builds, coiling tightly in your stomach, until it's almost too much to handle. With a final, powerful thrust, Charlie whispers your name against your ear, sending you over the edge into a climax that leaves you trembling and gasping for breath.

You cling to him as he follows suit, his warmth seeping into you as he releases his own passion, your bodies joined as one. After a moment, he collapses onto the bed beside you, pulling you into his embrace as you both catch your breath, the aftershocks of your shared pleasure still coursing through your veins.

[furofafawn]

dusk — jacob black ౨ৎ˚₊ 

pairing: jacob black x fem!reader word count: 702 a/n: i've never posted my work before so please bare with me & let me know if there's anything i should do differently :0 summary: short fluffy smut one-shot thing i wrote to test this page out. oral (fem recieving).

your eyes meet the window of your dimly-lit bedroom, the grey clouds overhead constantly promising rain. since moving to the little town of forks eight months ago, you can’t seem to escape it—and you can’t seem to escape jacob black either.

you had been friends with him when you were little, since your father and his father were friends, but when you moved back to your hometown seventeen years later he was very excited to see you again. you never expected for it to go this way. you never expected to fall in love with him.

finally, your eyes meet his. jacob is kneeling before you, his hands holding your bare knees and his thumbs rubbing loving circles into your skin. he’s got a love-struck expression on, staring into your eyes like you’re something to be admired as you stand half-naked in front of him.

and god knows he wants you. you see it in his eyes.

jacob breathes your name quietly. hopefully. indirectly asking your permission before he goes through with what you both know he wants to do. you smile, running your right hand through his short, black hair before nodding at him. you always found it funny how he likes to act so damn tough around his friends. you know that the moment you're with him, alone, he melts.

the nod is all he needs. jacob swallows, his eyes moving from your eyes to your body before he leans in and starts pressing kisses to your thighs, and your pelvis, focusing entirely on you. during the day, he can worry about the pack and about what sam thinks of him all he wants. at night, he’s yours. he is fully devoted to you.

you sigh quietly, the pleasure beginning to build in your lower stomach as his hands slide up toward your thighs, gripping them just a little bit tighter. your jeans and underwear bunch around your ankles, giving him all the room he needs for when suddenly his mouth connects to your pussy, beginning to swirl around and suck on you eagerly. jacob moans against you muffledly, enjoying your taste.

you moan gently and gasp his name, your grip tightening around his hair. it would be a miracle if he still had any of it by the end of this.

jacob grins against you. he's happy doing this, giving you all the pleasure he can. and you’re definitely happy to be on the receiving end.

“taste s’good.” he murmurs, the vibration of his voice against your throbbing pussy making you bite your lip. your thighs tremble around his head, evoking a quiet laugh from jacob, a little muffled-sounding against your clit. you look down at him and he’s got that stupid grin on his face that lets you know he’s real damn pleased with himself.

he pulls away, glancing at your pussy and then up at your face.

“i got you. c’mon.” he whispers before attaching his mouth right back onto you, hands holding onto your hips now. his eyes flutter shut as he laps you up. every little move and gesture he makes causes the pleasure building in your gut to reverberate, time and time again. he takes his time with you. he savours you.

soon, the warm pleasure you had been experiencing increases tenfold and you're grabbing at his head, feeling him move it back and forth to give you just that little bit more. you moan and whine as it all washes over you and for a second there, you swear you’ve seen heaven.

jacob smirks happily, his eyes rolling back just a little bit. he’d never admit how much he loves when you grip his hair just like that.

“yes..”, he murmurs against you blissfully. “come..”

jacob rides out your orgasm with you, continuing to eat you out until you’ve come down from it and then, only then, does he finally pull away.

he’s smiling. damn him and his contagious smile. with a soft and satisfied laugh, you kneel down to meet him on the floor as he grabs your hands and kisses you. he loves you loudly and proudly.

after a moment, he finishes the kiss with a pleased giggle and presses his forehead against yours. something about the way that jacob is smiling lazily at you lets you know that this will certainly not be a one-time occurrence.

[chezzywezzy]

Yandere Jacob Black (1/10)

AN: Come for the Jacob, stay for the Edward who is equally as important to the plot.

WC: 4.1k

“I’m Edward,” the man beside her greeted with a polite smile.

R couldn't help but nurture her school-girl style crush. She’d always seen him from a distance and quietly admired, not his good-looking appearance exclusively, but the way he did not let the objectification and judgement of others bother him.  She sat next to him in the lab. Her fourth semester in and they had never interacted, much less spoken to one another; but that wasn’t surprising, as R was an environmental science and art double major while he was a music and chemistry major and somehow less present at school than anyone else on campus.

She broke out of her stupor as she felt his impatience for a reply start to grow.

“Ah - sorry. I was spaced out. I’m R,” she answered, curtly nodding and smiling. “I don’t mean to be weird - I’m sorry. It’s just that I never imagined we’d share a class.”

"Do you imagine me often?” 

He seemed to almost be teasing, almost flirtatious and amused. R’s cheeks lit on fire and she abashed her gaze. She was glad the professor for marine biology drew everyone’s attention by flicking off the light and beginning a power point. R did not make eye contact with him for the rest of class, but she could feel his occasionally flickering gaze.

At lunch, she met up with her friend group and pretended the encounter had not happened for a moment, even though she knew that Jessica - the Cullens’ number one fangirl - would be seething with curiosity. R always felt somewhat left out of her Forks College friend group, or just the college in general. Although she publicly put on an over-the-top hippy persona and style, she was not a naturally outgoing and ‘chill’ - person; that was mostly fabricated and only genuine with Angela, who shared her interests and wasn’t as satisfied by socialization fueled by gossip.

“Another year has started of wishing Edward would notice me,” Jess sighed. “At this rate, though, I’d take anything I could get.”

R hummed. “Well, maybe you could try talking to him.”

“Are you crazy? He’d probably just ignore me.”

“I’m sure he’s nicer than he puts off. It probably doesn’t help that everyone just sees him as a piece of meat,” R insisted.

Jessica raised a brow at the implication while Angela giggled, nudging R’s elbow as a warning.

R remembered how kind Jessica was in high school, but once college hit and she was rejected form everywhere but her own town despite being a valedictorian and having an incredible resume, she became more and more boy-crazy, shallow, and jaded. It was a shame. Nobody dared bring it up though, as she was the tether to the social group.

 The woman tuned out the rest of her friend group. She was happier at college and in her new home just outside of town, but it was the between hours that she dreaded, wether it be desperately hoping for tips while waitressing or - a recently established task - taking her recently moved little sister to and from her nine to five office job that she was temporarily stationed at while deciding what to do with her life.

Mom and stepdad hit the road and sent Bella up here, and just like she always had, taken her place. Her room, her father’s attention, and her additional financial help as a struggling college student when she was already that before. She was sure the list would only grow.

R tried not think about it. She became aware of the usual hush the entered the dining hall when the Cullens walked in. But instead of ignoring it like usual, she glanced up and made eye contact with Edward.

He smiled and waved at her. She smiled and waved back.

That small notion did not go unnoticed. Jessica and Mike stared the hardest at her as she twisted back around and tried to dive back into her meal unnoticed. She quirked a brow as they stared.

“What?”

“You know what,” Jess huffed.

“We sit next to each other in marine biology,” R defended. “It’s only natural to talk to who sits next to you.”

Jessica perked up and mumbled about adding a class to her workload. R was able to sneak away to sit outside for a moment and birdwatch with Angela. Her first day back for her junior yer had been more exciting than she thought, and it wasn’t from freshmen boys making a statement by being outright with the timid girls.

R felt as though her day had blurred past, as it wasn’t until she pulled up to Bella’s place of work at the post office and did not see her come out that she felt in her own skin again, but from irritation.

She reached for her phone before remembering yesterday when R and Bella went to the local diner to rekindle their familial bonds. R had asked for her cell number and Bella told her she would give it to her tomorrow on the drive there. But she had forgotten, and now R had call Charlie.

“Hey, dad,” R said,” do you know where Bella is? I’m here at the post office but she’s not here.”

“Oh - I picked her up,” Charlie muttered. “Bella didn’t text you? We’re eating eating dinner if you’d like to join.”

“I have work, dad. You know I always work evenings after school to keep my weekend free.”

“Ah - well, uh - just make sure to ask for her cell next time you see her. Be sure to pick her up tomorrow.”

R hung up. She felt dramatic as she sat alone in that car parking lot, wanting to bash her skull on the steering wheel. Angry tears threatened to escape. That dynamic - no matter how much objectively more impressive R was, Bella was always the favorite child. She remembered the divorce battle - a fight for custody over Bella while her mother just let Charlie have her without a fight. And now, even in adulthood, Bella was an unmotivated and socially outcasted person who had no idea what she wanted for her future. No friends, no boyfriend, no outstanding talents or skills. R had always been the smart and sociable and talented child. Most notably, she painted with oils and watercolor, taking inspiration from her home away from home, the tribe. She also knew a couple of instruments like the guitar and flute and had been athletic on top of that, doing cross-country in high school. She worked hard for the life she thought every parent would praise or at least acknowledge - the social and professional desirability.

There was just something about Bella that made her parents love her more. And Bella moving here, Charlie kicking her out of the house essentially to make room for the dead-end child to be pampered, felt like reseting all of her mental health progress she made in managing the inferiority complex.

Bella wasn’t even a problem child; the only problem was that she didn’t do anything. If she had been, R would have understood it more, but she was always left with confusion.

R shook herself out pf her head and rang up Jacob instead.

The phone rang suspiciously long before Jacob picked up. She heard clanging in the background. “Hey,” he exclaimed eagerly. “Where are you?”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re not here for dinner at your dad’s place. What, he didn’t tell you?”

“…I guessed I missed the memo. I wasn’t told anything.”

“Huh,”Jacob huffed. “Well, Billy is here too. I guess you still have work, though.”

Ever since she was a child, Jacob had always been there for her, attached at the hip. She felt seen and acknowledged. Jacob was so warm and kind, but he especially was to her. Although Angela was a close first, he was the first and the best friend that she’d ever had. He listened to her every thought, eagerly remarked about every painting, and was always a shoulder to cry on when she was stressed. She had bore her soul to him and he had done the same.

R sighed. “It’s alright. Want to come over after work?”

“Yeah! I hope I can rope dad into lending me the car afterwards,” he chuckled. “You know how tight he is about curfew these days. I bet he knows about, y’know.”

“I’d be more worried about them carrying on so long you’re stuck there all night!”

“I doubt it. Your sister already seems fed up with all the questions Billy is giving, and I’m pretty sure Charlie’s trying to pawn me off as a source of friendship.”

R felt a pang of jealousy but pushed it down. Jacob knew how she felt about her family. Although he is kind, he is loyal above all else, and he wouldn’t dare make genuine friends with the girl, even if Bella probably needed the motivation to some degree (if Bella even cared to make friends with him in the first place).

“Well, have at it. I have to get to work.”

“Okay. Love you, R.”

“Love you too, Jake.”

It almost felt like something staged, she pondered as she rolled up to work. As though Charlie had chosen to eat at home this one night to avoid including R in a family dinner, even if she had to be the server. She resented her parents and rekindling why didn’t help. 

The evening came to an end as R closed up and counted her tips. She had been given more than usual, as word got around in a small town about Bella making room in Charlie’s place and her moving out.

She headed home. Jacob was not there yet. But she had done work ahead of time in cloning a house key for him. Her home was small, quaint, and somewhat rundown, even if she decorated it the best she could. It was one story, one bedroom, and one bathroom. The kitchen and the living room were hardly separated and there were only a few closets. Granted, R didn’t have many things other than what she got for herself, which was mainly art supplies, so the place was not cluttered.

She turned on the TV to the nature channel and pulled out her medically assigned weed (for acute anxiety, depression and insomnia) and started puffing. She received a call in the midst of her calming high, slow to pick up, having to focus intently on it.

“Hey,” she muttered. She knew who called. “You able to hang tonight?”

“Sorry, no,” Jacob sighed irritably. “Dad said it would be rude to come hang out with you and not have Bella join since she doesn’t have friends here.”

“Damn. Want me to pick you up?”

“No, don’t waste the gas,” he insisted. “You saw the wreck of a motorcycle I picked up. Soon enough, I’ll have it refurbished enough that I can come to you.”

“Dream on, Jake. You’re talented with that stuff, but every part of it was rusted.”

“I’ll show you,” he snickered fondly. “Have a good night, though. I’ll see you tomorrow. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

~~~

The smell of dew crept in through the cracked car window. R didn’t always have a car - it was a recent gift from Charlie under the agreement that she’d be Bella’s chauffeur. R could not recall a single gift that did not mimic such an agreement - paying for college? It was reluctantly done from Bella’s college savings account they made for her before she seemed to reject college. Living with Charlie throughout it? She wouldn’t have kept her bedroom. It would have been shared with Bella if she hadn’t left. Any birthday gifts? They were hardly knowledgable about what she would want unless if she told them the day before.

Hell, even high school graduation had been about Bella.

Her sister hopped into the car without her noticing. R sent her a tense smile, trying not to show her frustration. R would have appreciated Bella as family if Bella hadn’t ignored her for most of her life. She was consistently reclusive to everyone, though, so she didn’t take their dwindling connection after the divorce to heart.

“How was your first day of work?” 

“It was good. You?”

“College is nice,” R answered. “You know, not that it’s fine to go through life without it, if you ever want a degree Forks is nice. Plus, uh, me and my friends would be there to support you.”

A polite smile met Bella’s lips as she nodded. “Thanks.”

The conversation lulled to an end before it had even began. R’s eyes were glued to the road as an aversion for the atmosphere. It wasn’t tense or uncomfortable, but it was awkward.

“You look nice,” Bella suddenly spoke up as they pulled into the post office parking lot. “I like the skirt.”

R sent her a smile. “Thanks, Bella. You do, too. Have fun. I’ll see you later.”

Bella left and R was off to school. Being with Bella was strange. It felt worse than driving with a total stranger - any hopes of a relationship blossomed with a new contact, while with Bella, who she’d known her whole life, had regressed the formula.

Her thoughts shifted from the environment she was entering. She thought about Edward, more specifically. Perhaps it was a hope of romance for herself, but Edward reminded her of Jacob if he was introverted and far more intimidating. 

Once upon a time in her teenage years she had harbored a crush on Jacob but never spoke of it, even long after the fleeting feelings faded. Perhaps the same had happened to him at some point, like two ships passing in the night. It was probably common between friends for that long. 

But Edward was new and enticing, and that wasn’t just from his lack of attainability. In a way, he felt relatable. Always observed but without anyone taking the time to understand him. That felt edgy to think, though.

R parked the car near the building. She was quick to gather her art supplies, looking forward to the day ahead of her. While the odd days held the more difficult stem and environmental classes, the even ones were the days she looked forward to - longer class periods, yes, but a blissful environment of painting brushes and skimming paper. Her favorite art professor - of which taught both the pottery and the realism class - believing in doing more than talking.

 As she entered the classroom, her heart skipped a beat. At the back of the classroom, already whirring on a wheel with a lump of clay in his hands, manually pushing the pump with his foot and molding it. She noticed the professor already noticed and watched from a distance. More students filed the classroom with R and she decided to sit down next to Edward again.

“Hello, I’m R,” she teased quietly.

Edward smiled and glanced upward. “Hello. I’m Edward.”

“What are you making?”

"I don’t particularly know yet,” he admitted. “I was fiddling around until class started, I suppose.”

“You seem talented. Have you done pottery before?”

“Here or there, although I’m not particularly skilled.”

“Me neither. My talents for art lay elsewhere. In all honesty, I’ve been putting this class off. I’m not very good with using my hands.”

“What are your talents?” he inquired, slowly letting the wheel stop and sitting up, turning his entire body posture toward her. He seemed  so attentive. For a moment, R felt understood, and her smile became far more genuine.

“I like to paint nature with oils, pastels, watercolor. I like anything that feels earthier by nature. Maybe it’s weird, but I despite pencils or pens. Hell, even for taking notes I use a fountain pen.”

“I noticed. You’re also in environmental science.”

“Yes. I don’t know if you always grew up here, but I did. The nature is beautiful. I’m also close friends with the local native tribe and I take inspiration from their environment. The art work and culture and lifestyle is far more beautiful than anything I could come up with myself.”

“I’m sure that’s not true. I hope to see some of your work sometime.”

The conversation ended there rather abruptly. R noticed a change in demeanor. Jacob almost seemed apprehensive all of a sudden. Not unfriendly toward her, no, but reluctant to converse. She suddenly felt self-conscious. Perhaps she had talked too much.

Class began. R felt enriched and focused on the professor as she showed them the wheel and how to manipulate the clay. The project for class was to simply mess around and attempt a bowl - the professor felt that art was intuitive, and while R typically agreed, this was no longer her wheel house, pun intended.

She huffed in frustration at her lump of clay, only somewhat stemming from its center to resemble a bowl. Other students, at least those who did not take the class for fun, were thriving and far ahead. And beside her, Edward was skillfully making many recognizable shapes of bowls, simply being pick yon which he preferred.

“I think it would look better as a deeper soup bowl,” R blurted nervously. “I mean - assuming ramen is as much of a staple of your diet as it is for mine.”

He chuckled, easily morphing the shape and stropping the wheel. “You’re right. I’m not sure what I was thinking.”

R felt a blush crawl up her cheeks and she turned her attention away. As she focused her energy on the wheel with frustration, Edward’s hands drifted into view.

“May I?”

“Of course,” she invited, about to pull her hands away. 

However, Edward placed his hands on top of hers firmly. He was so incredibly cold. It was the opposite of Jacob, who was always a burning furnace. It was oddly refreshing, especially in the humid late august weather.

“First,” he guided softly, maneuvering R’s fingers to glide inward to make a circle in the center,” you have to draw your fingers deeper and outward to create a starting shape, like this.”

R gulped, feeling heat rise despite his frown fingertips. They mashed together carefully, and she swore she almost felt a tremble. She gulped and watched as his fingers graciously formed a  thickly round bowl.

“From here, you almost pinch it to pull it upwards and give it a firmer shape.”

Moments later, he had made a similar bowl to his, although not without some imperfections due to R’s almost poisonous touch. R watched in awe and felt the occasional glance from curious classmates, but she was so absorbed with his graceful movements, each filled with careful intention. She smiled widely as Edward pulled his hands away.

“Now you have a bowl.”

“Thank you,” she exclaimed in awe. “I don’t think I believe ‘here or there’ anymore. I think I With the learned technique she swirled so then it was a squiggly line around the top, or like curvy coral. She was pleased with the shape, even haunting the wheel to carefully press two holes meant for chopsticks.

She grinned and motioned proudly with her hands. “I dare say I did a good job,” she joked.

Edward did not take it as one, smiling warmly. “Yes, you did.”

~~~

R felt as though she was glowing the rest of the day. It did not feel as much of a school girl crush anymore - she was right in liking Edward. He was kind and charming. Even with his frigid body temperature, he now exuded a friendly warmth to him. Even as friends, R would be satisfied. A friend like him would be lucky.

She left school that evening after a quick club activity at clay club (although she now unlocked a skill with the wheel, she was always keen to make small trinkets an poorly made sculptures). R felt like her normal self, focused on her personal life rather than the quiet drama of her family life. 

The post office doors opened as she pulled up to the entrance. Bella seemed as withdrawn as usual as she hopped in, almost defeated and tired. However, from her wonderful day, she hardly felt the atmosphere weigh her down.

“How was it today?” R chirped.

Bella seemed caught off guard but tried her best to match the energy. “It was good. I like doing repetitive tasks like mail sorting. There’s never nothing to do, at least.”

“Are you looking into getting a permit? I can teach you the ropes sometime. I hear that the delivery drivers make a little more and you could listen to music that way.”

She smiled at the invitation. “You could? You seem so busy, though.”

“Of course. Consider it helping me since I could be in the passenger seat once you have a permit.”

“Okay,” she agreed. “I’ll do that.”

“There’s not much to study. I actually used a website that just ran through all the questions. You can use that.”

“Okay.” Bella fell silent and R almost felt a sense of defeat. She had just barely touched the surface of her little sister. However, Bella did her best in continuing the conversation. “What classes do you have?”

“I’m taking a lot of fun ones this semester. Marine biology, pottery, realism, grass - yes, a class on grass -, and one about general environmental sustainability. That one’s a little boring since it’s all about windmills and solar panels and stuff.”

“Which is your favorite?”

R thought fondly of Edward, blushing. “I think pottery.”

“I thought you did painting and stuff, though.”

“Yes, but I’m happy about branching out. It’s fun and relaxing and there’s cute boy I like.”

Bella grinned. “What is he like?”

“His name is Edward,” R answered. “We have marine biology too, but can’t talk as much there. We sit next to each other for both, though. He’s introverted but very charming and kind. He’s kind of the school’s unattainable heartthrob, you could say. I’m not the only one that thinks he’s cute, but at least I’m one of the few he’s talking to at the moment.”

“That’s nice.”

“Do you have any interest in dating?”

“Not in boys at least,” she replied timidly. 

“So girls?”

Bella nodded sheepishly and turned to look out the window. “Please don’t mention that, though. I don’t think mom would be happy. She’s worried she won’t have any grandchildren.”

“I won’t.”

R felt a warmth spread through her. “I still haven’t gotten your number. You can put it in my phone now.”

Bella did so and conversation ended, but on a far lighter and warmer note. R swore this was the first real conversation they had had in over a decade. Although it barely scratched the surface of a closeness siblings ought to have, it felt like a start to something. R tried not to get her hopes up, though. Bella was known for being withdrawn and rather moody and this could be her in an extroverted mood. 

R rolled up to the house. “I’ll see you tomorrow. But hey, are you interested in going up to Port Angeles this weekend? My treat. We could go shopping or see a movie. There’s a lot of personable small businesses for clothes and books and the like.”

“Maybe.” She paused. “I think I would like that. Would dad be joining?”

“You can invite him if you’d like, but I was thinking us girls. You know he’s always on the clock.”

“Yeah, okay.”

They bid each other farewell. R reflected on the nature of their relationship in the past; she had always been the one to reach out until Bella’s responses via email or phone calls would just fade away. Putting so much effort into something one-sided always felt exhausting so she had given up. This felt like a new leaf, but she wasn’t sure it would last.

She thought about high school graduation. Her mother and stepdad didn’t make the trip because Bella had a fever, which had felt like a cop-out. They didn’t visit afterwards or send gifts. Her mom only called briefly to congratulate her. And once the tables were turned and Bella graduated, Charlie and her flew out. There was a party thrown and gifts given. R was angry then, spiteful, but did remember that Bella had a phase of making an effort afterwards.

Although unspoken, it seemed even Bella was aware of the favoritism at the time.

[slasherslittlesimp]

Jacob Black/Jasper Hale- Soulmates or Not Part 2

As you slowly regain consciousness, the first thing you hear are people arguing. Your eyes flutter open and as you look to the side, you see Jacob practically up in Edward's face, the wolf boy looking incredibly pissed.

"You nearly killed them!" Jacob points towards you as he yells at the vampire.

"I did what you asked me to." Edward defends himself, not looking nearly as bothered as Jacob does. "What matters is that they're still alive and that they didn't change."

"You're lucky. If they had died, or even worse turned into a damn leech, I would've killed you." Jacob growls. You can't help but to snort in disbelief at that, pulling everyone's attention towards you as they realize you're awake. Jacob is the first to rush over to you, taking your hand in his as he looks at you with surprising concern. "Hey. How are you feeling?"

"Like I got ran over by a truck, and then backed over again." You grumble, pulling your hand from his as you attempt to sit up. "What happened?"

Jacob's expression quickly turns from concern to anger. "What happened is that you handed yourself over to a damn leech! What the hell were you thinking going off on your own like that?! You could've died!"

"Why do you care?" You glare at him, watching as he flinches slightly. "Last I checked you didn't want anything to do with me."

"You're my imprint!" He argues.

"Since when has that mattered?" You can't help but to raise your voice, your own anger steadily rising. "You made it very clear from day one that you didn't want me as your imprint because I'm not Bella! You should've been thrilled at the idea of your imprint disappearing because then there would be nothing else in your way of being with Bella! Oh, wait! Except the fact she doesn't like you like that! She loves Edward, not you!"

"If she didn't care about me she wouldn't have kissed me!" Jacob snaps only to immediately close his mouth in shock.

You stare at him with wide eyes before turning your attention towards your sister who had been awkwardly standing silently in the corner the entire time. "You kissed him?"

"(Y/N)." Bella takes a step forward, looking regretful as her eyes silently beg for you to hear her out.

"Don't." You hold up your hand, forcing her to stop in her tracks. "Don't even try to explain yourself right now. I don't care for your reasoning. You don't just kiss someone Bella, especially after making it clear you don't like them in that way. It's just cruel."

"I didn't..." She trails off as you glare at her, knowing that there's nothing she can say to make this better.

Before all of this drama concerning vampires and werewolves started, she knew about your crush on Jacob. You admittedly had liked him when you were children, but that crush faded away when you both moved away with your mother. When you moved back, that crush slowly developed again. Unfortunately, the boy has only ever had eyes for you sister, and she has done nothing but lead him on over and over again. You grew tired of it pretty quickly, but your crush didn't fully die out until he rejected you as his imprint. That was when you knew you never stood a chance with him.

Sighing, you stand up from the couch, swaying slightly since you're still not fully recovered from losing so much blood. Jacob attempts to help but you simply slap his hand away, mumbling to not touch you. The second you regain your balance you make your way towards the front door, saying thanks to Edward in your mind for saving your life even if you didn't want it. Jacob and Bella both beg you to stay, that you're still not well enough to be going off on your own but you ignore them.

Exiting the house, you find Jasper standing in front of his vehicle, keys in hand. Surprisingly, Jasper is one of your closest friends. You two became rather close since Bella would always drag you along when visiting the Cullens, and Jasper could always tell how uncomfortable and out of place you felt. Despite his own discomfort, he made the effort to comfort you, striking up small conversations here and there before the two of you finally grew comfortable enough with each other to joke around. The two of you have been best friends ever since.

Getting into the vehicle, neither of you speak as he starts it up and pulls out of the driveway. His hand automatically comes over to rest on your knee, the action instantly calming your emotions. Jasper doesn't have to use his ability in order to do so at this point. Just him being in contact with you is enough to calm even your most intense emotions. He's always there for you, especially whenever Jacob does something to piss you off or upset you.

Pulling up to a spot the two of you often visit together- a little alcove overlooking the ocean- he shuts off the vehicle and gets out, quickly circling around to open your car door for you. He holds out his hand which you easily accept, neither one of you letting go as you walk to the makeshift bench Jasper made out of two tree stumps and a log.

Sitting down, neither one of you say anything for quite some time until he finally decides to break the silence. "You know, I'm glad that you're okay." He pauses as he looks at you with a smirk. "Though I'd be lying if I said I'm not disappointed that I didn't get to see you as a vampire."

"You could always change me yourself." You joke, nudging his shoulder with your own.

"Don't tempt me." Jasper chuckles, leaning over to brush his nose against your neck, the action sending a chill down your spine. "Eternity with you doesn't sound so bad."

You look at him, your breath nearly being taken away by the look in his eyes. It's a look that you've always wished to be directed towards you- a look of love and adoration. The look takes your breath away, your heart pounding in your chest.

"You'd want to spend eternity with me?" You question just to make sure.

"I'd spend every second of my life by your side if I could. And if you chose to stay mortal and die a natural death, then I'd die with you so we could spend our afterlives together too."

[nyazwrld]

BENEATH THE SILENCE

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Beneath the silence is a fan fic series I created inspired by the Twilight saga and the song Night call by Kavinsky. I cannot find it within me to obsess over something normally without pouring my all into it. So in result of my current obsession this fan fic was born. If you’re anything like me i loveeee a good plot and story line with a sprinkle of freakyness #needdat and dont get me started on a good slow burn !! I hope this fic finds you well !! p.s. this is my first time writing one so please be kind and bear with me also idk how to use tumblr #sos

What to expect !!

slow burn angst

childhood friends to lovers

betrayal, longing, & healing

supernatural mystery

emotional/physical tension

fluff/smut

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1. My life in a box.

2. Where the silence begins.

3. Miles between us.

4. A Storm Is Coming.

5. Almost Normal.

6. Where It Hurt To Wonder.

7. Loading…

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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.

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     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 !

[lilyflowerstories]

These Violent Delights | 2

Pairings: Jacob Black x Reader, Edward Culled x Reader

Summary: Y/N Swan is just like every other girl and she likes it that way. Normal is fantastic. Normal creates a functioning member of society. Normal is the reason she moved to a small town to live with her police officer father... only to find out that she gets the farthest thing from what she wanted. // Twilight Re-Write.

Warnings for the series: light violence, light angst, light smut

Word Count: 3.4k

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The entirety of the lunch period, you couldn’t find the stomach to eat much. Your bowl of tomato soup only had a few spoonfuls taken out of it. But all the saltine crackers were gone. You had gone over and over in your head what you would say to Edward. Now that he was here, you couldn’t remember anything. You had never been in a real confrontation anymore. You took a glance at his table again. 

He looked different than before. Not terribly different, but enough that you noticed. His skin looked less pale and less stretched over his skeleton. The dark circles underneath his eyes aren’t there anymore either. Now, you could see why people said he looked perfect. 

The bell rang and you silently cursed. You couldn’t have been given more time? Reluctantly, you went with Eric and Mike to your biology class. Eric and you looked over when Mike started frantically digging in his backpack. 

“Ah, shit. Hey, tell Mr. Donoghue that I left my textbook in my car and I’m going to get it.” 

“Okay.” 

Mike ran as fast as possible while the two of you continued going to class. Eric sighed before turning to face you as you stood right in front of the doorway to bio class. 

“Hey, so, about prom, I’m the one in charge of communicating with the dj. I’ve lived my whole life here so I know my music choice sucks so I’m gonna need your playlist.” 

“Okay, when?” you asked as you pulled out your phone to jot down that note. 

“As long as it’s before the month ends, that’s cool. And then dates…  I was wondering do you think Ang—” 

“How you liking the rain, Arizona?” Mike shook out his baseball cap that got soaked in the rain from the run to his car. 

“Guys! Class is about to start. Please take your seats,” Mr. Donoghue cut off whatever Eric was trying to say. If it was important, he’d get back to you later. 

Unfortunately, his lab partner and your lab partner were back so you had to sit with Edward Cullen. There was a slight smile on his face as you walked towards your lab bench. Before you got a chance to say the prepared speech, he spoke. 

“Hello. I’m sorry I didn’t get a chance to introduce myself the other day. I’m Edward Cullen.” His voice was smooth like coffee and somewhat low in its sound. “You’re Y/F/N Swan, right?”  

“Y/N.” 

You didn’t give him a chance to say anything else, turning your head to listen to Mr. Donoghue’s lesson. He must have been in cahoots with the universe because his assignment was partner work. The prize? A golden onion that has no value until he comes up with what it stands for. At least only one person could look through the microscope at a time. Edward pushed the device towards you. 

“Ladies, first.” 

“Why were you gone?” You looked in the microscope. “And it better be a good answer too… It’s prophase.” 

“Mind if I check?...Yeah, I was out of town for a couple days. It’s prophase.” 

“Like I said and the empty chair next to me told me that much.” 

“Personal reasons.” 

“Do personal reasons involve rude interactions?” 

“Uh, no. I’m sorry about that. It wasn’t the best day for me before you showed up to class.”  

“Apology accepted, I guess.” 

“So are you enjoying the rain?... What?”

You tried to stop laughing. “You’re asking me about the weather?” 

“Yeah, I guess I am.” 

“Well, no, not really. I’m not really a fan of any cold or wet place.” 

Edward chuckled as he checked another slide. 

“What?” 

“Nothing.” He shook his head. “It’s anaphase.” 

“Mind if I check… Anaphase.” 

“Like I said,” he joked. “If you don’t like the rain then why did you move to the wettest place in the continental United States?” 

“Baseball.” 

“Baseball? It’s also anaphase. Do you want to check it?” 

“No, I believe you.” 

Edward listened intently as you retold your story to yet another person about why you were in Forks, asking questions when necessary. You guys continued to do your work and talk. He carried the golden onion prize as he escorted you to your locker. 

“Why didn’t you move with your mother and Phil?” 

“Moving once means moving again. Phil could get a second contract next year and we’d be in California or Maine or some stupid place like Delaware.” 

“But now you’re unhappy staying here?” 

“It’s complicated.” 

Edward paused. “I’m sorry, I’m asking too much. I’m just trying to figure you out. You’re very difficult for me to read.” 

“Well, asking questions like a normal human bei— hey, did you get contacts?” 

“No.” 

“I swear your eyes were black last time I saw you, now it’s like a golden brown color.” 

“Uh, no. It’s the fluorescents.” 

He walked away before you could say anything else. You didn’t see Edward until school ended and you went to your truck. He and his siblings seemed to be looking directly at you but you thought you were just being paranoid. You turned back around to dig through your bag for your keys. The screeching of tires caught your attention but it was too late. Tyler’s van was barrelling towards you and your feet couldn’t seem to move. 

Now was not the time to find out that your flight or fight response was the dreaded third option of freeze. You could see Edward, four cars away, staring at you in horror. His mouth dropped open. The same as all the other faces that were about to witness your death. Almost everything moved in slow motion.

The hunk of blue metal slid towards you, you felt something grab your waist, you were pulled down to the ground, and a pale hand was on the van that wasn’t hitting you. You stared at the dent in the metal caused by the hand before turning your head to make eye contact with Edward. 

He stared at you for a moment before letting go of you and running away. You were suddenly surrounded by people asking if you were alright. None of them seemed to have noticed Edward wasn’t there. The next thing you knew, you blacked out. 

The lights of the hospital were blinding when you finally came to your senses. The door opened with a vengeance and in strolled your very anxious father. He wouldn’t calm down no matter how much you tried to speak with him, threatening Tyler’s license and everything. It’s not like it was his fault his tires skidded on ice. You mouthed an apology before shutting the small curtain that divided the two hospital beds. 

“Dad, Dad I’m fine. Okay? I was lucky that Edward was there, no injuries.” 

“Edward?” Charlie turns to Dr. Cullen. “Your boy?” 

You cut in before the doctor could even get the chance to say anything. It seemed like he was going to lie. 

“Yeah, he got to me so quickly.” 

Dr. Cullen gave you a tight smile. “It sounds like you were very lucky. You just need to sign some paperwork, Charlie, and then you are good to go.” 

After Charlie signed the paperwork, he went to warm up the car before you had to drive to the school to get your truck and then drive home. You turned the corner to one of the vending machines when you stopped after seeing Carlisle, Edward, and Rosalie talking with each other. It didn’t seem like a friendly conversation either. They were definitely arguing. As if they could hear you just breather, the three of them turned towards you. 

“Can I talk to you for a minute?” you asked. 

Edward looked reluctant as he made his way towards you. “What?” 

“How did you get over to me so quickly?” 

“Y/N, what are you talking about? I was standing right next to you.” 

“No, you weren’t. Don’t try to lie through this either. You were across the parking lot. I know what I saw.” 

“And what was that?” 

“You stopped the van with your hand.” 

Edward’s somewhat amused face turned cold. “Well no one is going to believe you anyway. Can’t you just thank me and we just drop it?” 

“Thank you.” 

“You aren’t going to let this go, are you?” 

“Not at all,” you tell him, determined. 

“Well, I hope you enjoy disappointment.” 

You went home that night with more questions than answers and the oddly sneaking suspicion that someone was watching you. You went to the bathroom and took your shower while thinking about how Edward stopped the van. So far, you had no concrete answers. You went to bed without any answers as well. Although you did wake up in the middle of night after having a strange dream about Edward. 

You tried to not think about that as you went to school the next day. The buses were already up front when you parked, ready for the field trip that you were positive wasn’t going to be very fun. Edward and his siblings, Alice and Jasper, walked past you. Mike popped up in front of you. 

“Hey, you’re alive, Arizona!” 

“You need more than a van to take me down.” 

The two of you laugh as you hi-fived. 

“So I was wondering, are you going to prom?” 

“Um, I don’t know yet. Charlie said I get two free no questions asked days if I go but me and dancing… it’s not pretty.” 

“Well, do you know if Jess is going?” 

“Mike!” you gasped. “Are you trying to ask Jessica out?” 

“Lower your voice, please. Okay, I may have had a small crush on her since we were seven and I am choosing to ask out my very good friend to prom.” 

“She’s going. I’m going dress shopping with her and Ang next weekend.” 

“Okay. Okay, cool.” Mike walked off before coming right back. “Do you think she likes me?” 

“Most definitely.” 

“Sweet. Thanks, Y/N/N. You’re the best.” 

He got on one of the buses while you got on the other. Tyler sat next to you, plugging your headphones into the jack on his phone. You nodded along to Blue October’s “Hate Me” as it played. The two of you didn’t talk at all but stared out the window like you were in a music video and listened to music until you reached your destination. 

The greenhouse was… interesting. That was the nicest way you could put it. Maybe it would have been nicer if you all weren’t cramped in the small walkway between the plants. Mr. Molina and Mr. Donoghue were trying their hardest to get people to water the plants or give them soil. 

“Now, I’m gonna make a steaming cup of compost tea.” 

He handed it to Eric. You laughed as you heard a very panicked yell. 

“No! Don’t drink it! It’s for the plants.” 

“What’s a no questions asked day?” a deep voice behind you asked. 

You nearly jumped out of your skin. Turning around, you saw the classic peacoat and never out of place hair of Edward Cullen. When had he even come up behind you? 

“You know you’re not helping your case. How’d you even hear that?” 

“You didn’t answer my question.” 

“Dude, you never answer any of mine. You don’t even say hi.”

“Hi.” 

“Please try to act less like a human. Are you gonna tell me anything? Preferably about the other day.”  

“Yeah. I had an adrenaline rush,” he said clinically. “It’s very common. You can Google it.” 

You paused and looked at him. “You’re a terrible liar. And a no question day is when I tell Charlie I need to do something or go somewhere and he asks no questions. It’s a mutual trust betwe—” 

You tripped but felt air and two cold hands grab you instead of feeling your face kiss pavement. 

“Careful,” Edward said as he set you upright again. 

“Thanks. So are you going to answer any of my other questions?” 

“Um. Ma—” 

“Y/N/N!” Jess stepped in between you two. “Guess who just asked me to prom?” 

Edward took the opportunity to slip away. 

“Who?” you feigned ignorance. 

“Mike! I’ve been hoping since forever but like he actually asked me.” 

You and Jess talked the entire way out of the greenhouse and onto the buses, forgetting about Edward and wanting to ask him more questions until it was too late. You weren’t going to think about him for the rest of the day. You had a father-daughter/mother-son date with Charlie, Jacob’s mom, and Jacob. Which meant going to a restaurant because both Charlie and Sarah worked long hours and weren’t going to cook. And Billy was doing his physical therapy for walking so there was no way anyone would force him to cook. 

You went to pick up Jacob at his school while his mom picked up Charlie from the station. He was still inside when you reached the school. It felt stupid signing the visitors clipboard when the school day was already over but you did it anyway just in case. When you made it to a hangout area for students you spotted Jake with his friends. 

You’d like to say they were your friends too but you never got very close with them over the summer. Embry usually went somewhere with his mom, Quil’s grandfather kept inside most of the time, and Seth had sports.

And their acquaintances you knew even less. Paul and Jared were always one grade level above you all and hung out with themselves. Sam didn’t seem to like any of you despite being only a couple years older than you and having even a smaller age gap with Paul. And Leah didn’t come around because either her loser younger brother was there or Sam was there which sucked because you wanted another girl around. 

“Hey, Y/N,” Embry said as you turned the corner. 

“Hi, guys. Jake, you ready?”  

“Yeah. See you guys later.” 

He nodded at his friends before getting up to stand next to you. Your fingers twitched as he intertwined them with his own. He rolled his eyes at the wolf whistles from his friends, laughing when you threw up a middle finger while the two of you walked away. 

“So where are we going?” you asked. 

“Who picked last summer?” 

“Charlie.” 

“Oh, nice, so it’s my turn.” Jacob looked something up on his phone. “Smuggler’s Bar and Grill, sound good? It’s in Port Angeles though.” 

You shrugged. “Eh, I’ve already finished all my homework and Charlie doesn’t go back to work until the graveyard shift. Go ahead and text them our choice.” 

Your truck pulled out of the school parking lot and headed towards the highway. Jacob fiddled with the radio for at least one decent station while you drove the hour it took just to get to Port Angeles. Honestly, you didn’t mind the time. The drive, surrounded by trees, was comforting. Especially with your best friend. 

If you and Jake weren’t singing to songs, you were gossiping about school. There was no need to catch up on anything else. Jake was one of the few people you texted nearly everyday despite being so far away most of the year — including the fact that he had a secret girlfriend for three years. Whenever he wanted to get her a present, he would text you what it was and would pretend he was sending it to you so Billy and Sarah wouldn’t get suspicious. It worked. They didn’t find out even after the two broke up. 

You guys pulled into the restaurant and waited for your parents to show up. Like you predicted, Sarah already analyzed the entire menu and knew what she wanted to order. Jake held up his phone. 

“They said they’re twenty minutes away and the food takes that long to prepare so order for them.” 

“I’m surprised she got Charlie to pick something ahead of time.” 

The two of you went in and got a table like they said. The host smiled a bit too sweetly as they called over a waiter. You and Jacob looked at each other and came to the same conclusion at the same time, silently gagging. There was no way they thought that you guys were on a date. Absolutely not. Was it because you were holding hands? The two of you pulled apart but the damage was already done. 

The waiter sat you down at what you could tell was the restaurant’s nicest booth by the best window that would let you look out onto the water. He handed you the menus and left to give you alone time to think. 

“Just gross, no offense,” you said. 

Jacob shrugged. “None taken. I would never date you, you’re, like, my friend.” 

“Same. Too weird… Do you think they’ll give us free dessert if we are though?” 

“Do you want to play it up?” 

“Absolutely.” 

Jacob gave you a smile you had never seen before but assumed he must have given to his girlfriend. He laid his hand across the table for you to grab. You took it with no problem — Jake’s hands were always warm and still a bit soft since he wore gloves when he worked on cars and bikes. His thumb stroked the back of your hand and he set the menu down to look at you. Almost like magic, or like they’ve been secretly watching, the wait staff came over. 

“Are you two ready to order?” he asked as he set down two glasses of water. 

“Ladies first,” Jake let go of your hand, ready to scoop up your menu when you finished speaking. 

“Um, does the shrimp scampi have a smell?” you asked in fake concern, hoping the waiter would catch on to teen angst of potential bad breath before a first kiss. 

“Oh, no, I got you, honey.” He had a noticeable southern accent. “What do you want to drink?” 

“Iced Tea, please. Oh, and a Caesar salad with ranch dressing.” 

“Got it. And for the young sir?”

“I’ll take the Not Your Mother’s Mac and Cheese along with a lemonade. Oh, and our parents are chaperoning but they’re a little late. Can we get them one clam chowder and one Hawaiian chicken sandwich both with Ruby tonics? What is a ruby tonic?” 

“Oh, I’m so glad you kids are too young to know what it is. Your food will be ready in a minute.” 

He took the menus and walked away. You could hear him gossip to the rest of the staff about chaperones. Jacob grabbed your hand again, giving it a peck. 

“You know he’s totally gonna bring you breath mints. Did you really ask if the shrimp would smell?” 

“Hey, I had to sell it. What brand do you think it’ll be?” 

Jake kissed your hand again. “Lifesavers. They scream not obvious for teenagers asking.” 

“You say this from experience?” 

“Ehh with Elle a couple of times.” 

“Really? I can’t believe you had your first kiss and girlfriend and I couldn’t even get a date for homecoming. You’re still a virgin right?” 

“Yes. I am still a loser virgin.” 

“Hey, I’m a virgin.” 

“Well then in that case virginity rocks.” 

You and Jacob cheered and clinked glasses before laughing when you were unable to hold it anymore. He moved over to your side since the two of you would have to be sitting together anyway once Charlie and Sarah showed up. He took the opportunity to sling his arm around you while you snuggled up to him. The two of you could clearly hear awes. 

“If we actually get free dessert,” Jacob whispered. “We need to do this more often.”  

Your parents came in exactly when the food came out. They looked at the two of you weirdly as you awkwardly broke apart. You shook your head before Charlie could say anything. They went with it like you had asked.  Your parents could do absolutely nothing but shake their heads and smile as the waiter brought out free cinnamon rolls in to-go boxes for not just you and Jacob but for the “chaperones” as well. 

You guys left a generous tip, cleaned up the table, and left the restaurant. You and Jacob clinked the to-go boxes together. 

“Here’s to fake boyfriends.” 

“Here’s to fake girlfriends.”

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[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

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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[cece693]

I Don't Need A Gentleman

pairing: edward cullen x gender neutral reader tags: edward is old fashioned and kinda a prude, the reader is not, reader doesn't want vanilla sex anymore, alice and rosalie are cool sister in laws

You lounge on the massive, cream-colored couch in the Cullens’ living room, scrolling absentmindedly through your phone as Alice and Rosalie flip through a stack of fashion magazines. It’s one of those rare, lazy evenings—no imminent threats, no pressing vampire drama—just the family scattered around the house doing their own thing. Alice bumps your foot with hers. “You’re weirdly quiet today. Seriously, what’s up?”

You look up, tapping the phone against your knee. “It’s kind of about Edward.”

Rosalie arches a perfectly groomed brow. “What did our golden boy do now?”

Your cheeks—if they still could—might blush. “He didn’t really do anything wrong, exactly. It’s just…” You pause, gathering your thoughts. Even though you’ve been married to Edward for a while, it can still be tough to put some things into words. “He’s super considerate, and I adore that about him. But sometimes—okay, a lot of times—I just wish he’d show a little more…passion? Fire?”

Alice makes a sympathetic face, setting her magazine aside. “He can be a bit old-school, yeah. He has that ‘eternally seventeen’ gentleman thing down to a T.”

“Tell me about it,” you huff. “I’m a vampire, too! I mean, I’m not exactly made of glass. But he keeps treating me like I’m this delicate flower that might crumble if the wind blows too hard. I swear, sometimes our kisses feel like little pecks—like he’s worried I’ll spontaneously combust if he lingers longer than three seconds.”

Rosalie leans back, crossing her arms. “Look, Edward’s always been overly cautious. It’s one of his most annoying…okay, fine, endearing qualities. But you can’t blame him for wanting to protect you. He’s basically built that way.”

You sit up straighter, pushing your hair out of your face. “Totally. I get it. I love how he’s protective, and, well, a total gentleman. But I need more of that oomph. Y’know, that feeling where you just can’t keep your hands off each other.”

Alice snorts a laugh. “I never thought I’d hear you say ‘oomph.’ You should definitely say that to Edward’s face. He’d probably blush so hard, if vampires could blush.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you say, rolling your eyes playfully. “But how do I bring it up without hurting his feelings? He’s so sensitive. The moment he thinks he’s made me even slightly uncomfortable, he clams up.”

Rosalie sets the magazine aside with a little thump. “You’re married. He can handle the conversation. Trust me, you should be honest about it. Being in love for, what, decades? That means talking about the hard stuff, or the passionate stuff.” She smirks at that last part.

Alice nods enthusiastically, tucking her legs up beneath her. “The best way is just to be straightforward. Tell him how you feel without making it sound like he’s doing something wrong. Emphasize that you love his old-fashioned side—it’s part of why you married him, right? But also make it crystal clear that you want him to dial up the heat. You’re a vampire, for crying out loud, not some breakable human.”

You exhale, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. “You guys are right. I’m probably overthinking it. I’m worried he’ll take it the wrong way, but I can’t just keep ignoring how frustrated I am.”

“Exactly.” Alice taps your knee again. “He’ll listen, especially if you remind him that you still love all the things that make him Edward. He just needs to hear that you want him to trust your strength, too.”

Rosalie stands, stretching with the fluidity of a cat. “And if that doesn’t work, just throw him up against a wall somewhere. That’ll get the point across.”

Alice gasps in mock horror. “Rosalie Hale! That’s your brother you’re talking about.”

She smirks. “Hey, I’m just saying, sometimes subtlety isn’t the answer.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “Let me try talking first before I start tossing him around.”

Alice and Rosalie share amused glances as you stand, giving a quick wave. “Thanks for the advice, seriously.”

“Anytime,” Alice sings out.

“Go get ’em,” Rosalie adds, winking.

You head up the stairs to find Edward, heart fluttering in that familiar way only he can cause, despite both of you being, well, undead. He’s in his usual spot in the family’s library, flipping through a thick novel—something old and fancy, undoubtedly. The moment he senses you, he glances up with a small smile, eyes full of that unwavering devotion.

“Hey,” you say, crossing the room until you’re close enough to rest a hand on his shoulder. “Got a minute to talk?”

“Of course,” Edward responds softly, setting the book aside. He tilts his head, concern flickering in those golden eyes. “Is everything all right?”

“It is,” you reassure him, settling in beside him on the velvet couch. You can still hear Alice’s and Rosalie’s voices drifting faintly from downstairs, but you focus on Edward. “I just wanted to share something that’s been on my mind, and it’s really important to me.”

He nods earnestly. “You know you can tell me anything.”

Taking a breath, you gently place your hand over his. “So, we’ve been together for a long time. We’re married, and I’m a vampire—just like you, right? But sometimes I feel like you’re handling me with kid gloves. I love your gentlemanly side, and I’d never want you to completely lose that. But I want us to be able to express our love passionately, without you worrying so much that I’ll break.”

Edward’s gaze drops to your entwined hands. “I—I see,” he says quietly. “I never meant to make you feel like you weren’t my equal. It’s just…I can’t shake the habit of worrying you might be hurt or regret something if I let go too much. Even though you’re stronger than any human I once knew, it’s hard to override decades of caution.”

Leaning in, you brush a gentle kiss against his cheek. “I know. And I respect how deeply you care. But hey, my strength is legit.” You grin, flexing half-jokingly. “I promise, I can handle more. And if something’s too much, I’ll tell you.”

Edward’s lips curve into a small smile. “Thank you for being honest with me. I guess I needed a reminder that I’m not the only one in this relationship who has a say—especially when it comes to showing affection.”

Your heart (metaphorically) flutters at the genuine warmth in his voice. “Exactly. I love being with you, and I don’t want you to hold back. We can figure out the balance, you know, do the old-fashioned courting stuff, but also, I don’t know…maybe occasionally break the furniture?”

His eyes widen for half a second in surprise, then he laughs, the sound soft and musical. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he teases, sliding a hand around your waist to pull you closer. This time, when you tilt your head up for a kiss, you feel him lean in just a bit more—a tiny, tangible shift. His lips linger, his cool hand splaying across your back. The moment stretches on until you both draw away, contented smiles on your faces.

“That,” you whisper, thumb brushing against his jaw, “was exactly what I’ve been missing.”

Edward’s eyes shine with affection. “Then I’ll make sure you never miss it again.”

Downstairs, you can practically hear Alice’s “Yes!” whispered under her breath, and you know Rosalie is grinning in that smug way that says, “Told you so.” It makes you laugh softly. But that’s the beauty of this big, unconventional vampire family.

Edward gently presses his forehead against yours. Neither of you needs to breathe, but the moment feels like a breath of fresh air anyway. Old-fashioned or not, he’s all yours—and he’s finally letting you show him that you’re every bit the strong partner he deserves. And judging by the heat in his eyes, this is just the beginning.

[spoonsandtunes]

Double Date

Pairings: Jacob Black x Reader

A/N: Love confessions are the best thing to ever enter the literary scene. I'm only about half way through reading New Moon, which is very Jacob oriented, so i tried my hand at some Jacob fluff. Unfortunately, i can't write actual yearning for the life of me, and nothing i ever write is as poetic as i want to convey or give off without like 30 years of festering and thinking. But, i just know that once i read Midnight Sun i'll be writing the most horrifically heart wrenching Edward fic known to human existence. But that will take a hot minute- probably a couple months. So, in the mean time, enjoy my attempt at a shitty love confession with Jake.

Word count: 3.4K

It wasn't often that the small town of Forks, Washington got something as big as a travelling carnival to stop in town for the weekend. But, the state was on the west coast and that meant that the town was lucky enough to be included in the new West Coast Fair that made its way along the coast line.

It was big news, every day of the weekend the fair was set up, it was just as crowded as the last. Family's with small children and tiny pets flooded the gates during the sun light hours, and as the sun began to set and the moon replaced it, the fair would turn on their blue and purple fairy lights strung from lamp post to lamp post and cater their attractions to the more mature audience, thus making the teenagers and troublesome youth appear.

You and your friends were no different, and you were so happy something fun was happening in your usual boring town. At least to everyone else it was boring, for you it was the most thrilling place on the planet, filled with werewolf's and vampires battling to the death.

Jacob had been busy with god knows what when the fair first set up, so you went with your friends instead. But even before, he showed no real interest in the fair. He was too occupied with patrolling the boundaries of Quileute land and whatever the Cullen family had done that week. 

So, when he brought up the idea of going on the last day the carnival was in Forks, you were surprised. Of course that surprise soon replaced itself with a hollow ache and disappointment when you realized the real reason for Jacobs sudden interest in the fair.

That interest walked in the form of a petite pale girl and her tall muscular vampire boyfriend a few meters ahead of you.

You had never had a boyfriend before, and, if someone were to ask you if it was because of the lack of male attention you got growing up or because you were such a hopeless romantic that was waiting out for "the one", you really didn't know. But for peace of mind, you tried not to think about how your face was a bit rounder then the next, or how your legs were too short and fingers too stubby. 

Nevertheless, you did feel that the waiting and the yearning paid off in the end. Because now not only did you have a 6'7 superhuman shapeshifter boyfriend, but you were his imprint, and you knew that in the long run - you were always going to mean more to him then an old fling. 

You shared a lot with Jacob, at least on your part. First love, first kiss, first time. It meant a lot to you, even if he experienced things before you. He never rushed you, at least he tried not to. but just like you, Jake was only human - shapeshifter or not.

  As someone who was never asked to prom, or been approached at a bar or on the street, you spent most of your days thinking of the things that were yet to come. Amazing first dates you wanted to experience, and matching outfits you would buy with your future boyfriend. Out of everything ever imagined, double dates had always seemed like a dream so out of reach. When Jacob and you finally got together, your friends were either not in relationships or Jake never wanted to go. All in all, the timing just never seemed to a line. 

But you use to dream about them. Dream about having a boyfriend who was so madly in love with you, someone who practically had their fingers in the folds of your brain, who understood every movement and every word you said. This would be the person who would break bread with your family and show you off to their friends, it would be right out of a fairy tail. 

Of course though, Hollywood makes love seem so magical compared to what it really was. A real juxtaposition. And unfortunately for you, you found that out sooner than later. 

But you really couldn't complain, because Jacob treated you so well. Like you were a planet that he revolved around like a mesmerized moon. Never once harming you. And, he gave you what you always wanted the most, a double date. Even if it was with someone who made you feel just like an insecure middle school girl. 

When Jake and you got together, you didn't expect to feel so insecure about his past relationship with Bella. But for every first you were having with him, he already his-with her. 

That was the strange thing about imprints. If you looked at the big picture, Jacob didn't choose you. 

The elders in the council described it more like, Jacob was gifted you. The words were suppose to be meaningful, and bring comfort to the terror that imprinting on another has. Instead, they brough nothing but cold and hollowness to your situation. 

You wondered, if Jacob had not been practically forced to imprint on you by some greater force no one could really explain, would he still feel the way he does now? 

Maybe it was a stupid thought, but it was what plagued your mind whenever Jacob dragged you along to do some painfully stupid double date stuff with his best friend and her own off-putting boyfriend. And even if a part of you knew it was because he loved you - the thought of bringing you along being primarily out of guilt never failed to cross your mind.

He felt guilty for still being so unraveled and intertwined with a girl he once loved, guilty for not being able to let her go even when he had you right under his arm. Guilty for things that he said before he met you. Words that practically haunted you in your sleep. 

"I'm exactly right for you Bella. It would be as easy as breathing with me."

The words were said when he was practically on his death bed, saving Bella from yet another angered vampire clan, so you tried not to hold it against him. Even if every fiber in your being wanted too.

You had to admit, the situation was embarrassing. It ate at your core. The whole pack knew how infatuated Jacob was with Bella, and so when he had imprinted on someone other then her it was talk of the town.

Jacob would never admit it, but he was just as surprised as well.

So, here you were, tucked under Jakes arm, walking leisurely through the crowded grounds of the dimly light carnival. Even though you were pressed up against him, his large warm body enveloping you, his eye were trained ahead.

Following his gaze, you saw that he was practically staring daggers at the back of Edwards head. You sighed. "You didn't tell me Bella was going to be here," You tried to get the brooding hatred that rolled of of him like a wave in a tsunami to stop, but he barley spared you a glance when he responded. 

"Oh," he murmured, his eyes still trained ahead, shifting from Edward to Bella who mimicked the position you and Jacob were in. You didn't miss the way his eyes soften slightly. "Must have slipped my mind" Is all he said before going back to glare at Edward. 

The hatred between the two boys was absolutely ridiculous in your mind, but you refrained from saying anything. You knew that it would just be a fight waiting to happen, it usually was. When it came to vampires, no werewolf held any common sense. And besides, you supposed that Edward hated Jacob just as much, so maybe it was okay for him to stoop just as low as Edward did. 

Edward was someone who you just couldn't quiet put your finger on. He was an odd fellow, that's for sure, even if you took away the whole blood-sucking aspect. You wondered how he was able to act so content towards the fact that Jacob and Bella were still friends - you admired it honestly. 

That being said, Edward still treated Jacob like crap, but it came more from the werewolf hatred he fostered then from jealousy of his and Bella's friendship. And you assumed that by extension the hatred was directed towards you as well, but every time you were face to face with him, he seemed to look at you with pity etched deep within his amber eyes.

A reoccurring thought crossed your mind that maybe Edward was able to see your deep insecurity towards your own relationship that came from Jacobs past lover. 

Your steps faltered a bit, not enough for any normal person to notice, but of course  for Jacob it was easy. For the first time since you got to the carnival and met Edward and Bella at the doors, did he fully look down at you. His face was etched with a new found worry, and all traces of what distracted him before were washed away. "What's wrong?" he was quick to jump the gun, stopping your walk all together.

One thing that kept you grounded in your relationship was that no matter how much Jake let himself get distracted by things that were not you, when the mate bond tugged at his heart and told him something was wrong, he would drop everything and be so consumed in your being. As selfish as it made you out to be, these were the moments you craved. Where he let everything crumble around him and worry about nothing but your soul. 

These were the moments you wanted to rub in Bella's face.

But you couldn't, because she didn't do anything wrong. She had been Edwards since day one. No could get between them, and your insecurities were nothing but your own problem. 

Jacob treated you well, and Bella had been nothing but respectful of you and Jakes boundaries. Any issue you had was internal. 

Though this didn't stop you from just shrugging at Jacobs question, and stepping back unconsciously to create some distance between you two, so you could look up at his face. He looked unconvinced. "Are you hungry? Do you wanna get something to eat?" He asked, and your heart melted more when he spoke with no hint of annoyance or impatientness. 

"Everything's so expensive here," You mumbled and looked around at the never ending amount of over priced food trucks. 

Jacob smiled slightly and puffed out his chest, "You don't have to worry about that," He grab you by your shoulders and spun you towards a food truck that had large green cursive writing on its side and blown out pictures of authentic Mexican street food. "Come on." He ushed you over to the line, claiming a spot. 

You couldn't help but look over your shoulder to the shadows of the couple you were with that seemed to continuously  shrink as they walked on, unaware that you and Jacob took a pit stop. "They'll be fine" Jacob claimed confidently, as he noticed your lingering gaze. He instinctively put a hand on the small of you back and stepped up in line. 

The line for the taco truck moved quicker then expected, and soon you and Jacob were tucked away from prying eyes. He led you behind the row of vans and into a small grassy patch where only a lone picnic bench stood surrounded by dark brooding teenage boys who wore too much eyeliner and had electric coloured hair. 

They didn't seem much younger then and you and Jake, and from the smells that radiated off of them it was evident that they were smoking pot. But neither you or Jacob cared, too in your own world to pay mind to the baked teens across the lot. 

Jacob had leaned you against the cool aluminum of one of the closed food trucks, and he stood so close that his towering body cast a shadow over you that engulfed your figure. The moon was high in the sky now, and the only light that allowed for you to make out Jacobs soft features was the dimly light street lamp that sat not too far away from you.

You stood with both your feet in-between his wide stance, as he grinned down at you, watching you chew the taco "Good?" His voice was huskily, and he watched you with udder admiration in his eyes. He could feel the mate bond twist his gut into a tangled knot. Being this close to you made him want to vomit in pure excitement. He wasn't sure if that analogy was correct, but it was the only thing that seemed right. 

You just nodded, and swallowed down the heavy food. It stuck to the back of your throat for a moment, and you didn't know if it was because of how big of a bite you took or because of the ache that settled in your heart. Your lack of response made Jacob's own heart lurch forward, as if it was trying to escape from his chest cavity and jump into your hands. "Come on, what's wrong?" He pleaded.

You wondered if you should say anything. Edward and Bella where long gone, in their own world; forgotten. But that still didn't dull the feelings swirling in your gut. "I just-" You started then sighed. "I was surprised when you said you wanted to go to the fair. I just- I didn't know Bella and Edward were going to be here." You avoided eye contact at all costs. The smell of weed was starting to become suffocating. 

Jacob's shoulder tensed for a moment before slumping, but even then he was still looming over you. "I'm sorry," He began, and you knew he meant it. "She said she wanted to go and...I knew you had also wanted too" He whispered out. 

"You didn't want to go before." You deadpanned. 

The thing about Jacob was that he knew he hit the jackpot when he imprinted on you. A kind, beautiful soul, with no urge to harm anything. But Jacob was a spiteful man, cocky and more often then not hotheaded. This consist pursuit for Bella never died down, he vowed to himself to have her at least once, and when he met you- well sure he didn't like Bella that way anymore, but he was stubborn. And he knew that the on going pursuit, even after imprinting, was to get under a vampires skin more then anything else. 

Sometimes though, he himself wished that he could just let things go as easily as they come.

Maybe this time he could though. 

If it was going to affect his mate, to where he felt the tension and pull of the mate bond, then he knew it was time for him to let go of his pride and ego. "I'm sorry Y/N," He straightening his shoulders again. "look at me." You dragged your eyes up off your taco and met his burning gaze. "No more Bella. okay? I'm serious. I'm done." He brought his hand down and placed them high up on your hips by the waist band of your pants.

"Jake-" You said, almost embarrassed that he was able to detect what was eating away at your core all night.

"No I'm serious," He said huskily, and he brought down his head to rest on yours. "You are actually my everything. When-" He swallowed thickly. "When we are together- I feel sick to my stomach with how in love with you I am. No one has had that kind of control over me-" His breathing was heavy, and his eyes were widened slightly, the words tumbled from his mouth before he could even process them. "Its terrifying. when were part...it's like I'm floating outside of my body looking down on myself. Nothing-Nothing makes sense, until I'm," He stuttered, as his hands moved up underneath your shirt. Jacob rested his hot hands on your waist, drawing small circles with this thumbs on your bare skin. "Until I'm with you. You ground me in ways i actually....." He trailed off, and you felt his hands start to shake under your shirt. Goose bumps erupted on your skin as you practically felt Jacob hold back a transformation.  A thought crossed your mind that maybe he was angry with the confession, but you supposed that any intense emotion could bring out his wolf side. He lifted his head off of yours and looked down, right into your eyes. Jakes eyes seemed to be a shade darker then usual, and you didn't know if it was actually that or just a trick of the light; or lack there of. 

"There is not a soul in this world I would not destroy for you." He hissed out.

The food in your hands were long forgotten, and every now and then during his speech did you need to consciously remind your fingers to tighten there grip so it didn't fall all over you and Jacobs shoes.

This was practically the one and only love confession Jacob had ever given you. 

In an instant the hollow feeling in your heart filled, and you could swallow your food without it feeling like a million shards of glass. You reached up with one hand and cupped his face, his eyes instantly closing and his breathe evening out. "Jake, Jake, Jake..." You sighed out, and couldn't help but grin. "You could treat me like a fool, and I'd be okay with it. I am a fool for you Jacob Black. You could stab me in the back, and I'd still follow you around" Tears surfaced in your eyes, but they were gone in an instant when Jacob spotted them with his superhuman sight. 

He bent down and placed a heavy kiss on each of your eyes, drinking up the tears. "You can't be my fool if I'm yours" He grinned, and in an instant the brooding energy from earlier vanished into the pitch black sky. The speakers that blasted popular tunes scattered around the carnival seemed to be louder now, and you finally looked around your surroundings. 

The pot smoking teens were still loitering by the picnic table, some of them muttering things like 'get a room' while eyeing you and your boyfriend, but majority of them were too high to even notice your existence. The sky was pitch black, and you wondered what time it was. 

Jacob looked down at the now soggy taco in your hand. "You gonna eat that?" He asked, and you held it out to him, which he gladly accepted and took down in one ridiculously large bite. "Come on, lets go home" Jacob took a step back and held his handout, which you took eagerly and intertwined your fingers with his. 

He pulled you back out from behind the secluded grass patches and back into the bustling lanes of carnival games and live entertainment. Swinging your hands you both laughed and clung on to each other, Jacob once again consumed into every fiber of your being.

This time you didn't miss the way that Jacob didn't even glance at the pale couple that both seemed to be waiting for you at the exit of the fair. He couldn't pull his eyes away from you, he didn't want too. You were right in front of him, ranting and giggling and teasing him like you did every day- what more could he ever want?

Bella seemed to gawk, but neither of you cared, because it had finally clicked, Jacob was your imprint. No one else's, no matter how distracted he got, he always came home to you at the end of the day. A new found sense of self and confidence grew in you, pride radiating off your chest and a large smile on your face as Jacob tucked you under his arm and kissed the top of your head. 

And you knew, as you past by and caught Edwards eye, that he knew too. The pity that he once looked upon you with was replaced with admiration and pure happiness that everything seemed to work out. You smiled at him, as he took Bella's hand. She seemed to want to speak up, to call out to you both and merge back into one big group, but Edward whispered something in her ear that made her look surprised as he pulled her in the opposite direction of you and your boyfriend. Edward threw you a one last glance over his shoulder as Bella stumbled by his side, and you gave him a thankful smile.

The rest night was peaceful, your mind or steps or heart didn't falter once as Jacob took you back to his house. To you, Jacob made a promise, and you knew he was going to keep it. You were going to hold him too it.

[6rookie-writer0110]

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.

——-

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.

[chezzywezzy]

Yandere Jacob Black (5/10)

WC: 4.5k

R’s high of a weekend came to a crash the following week when Edward did not come to classes. Life moved on, but even Tyler noticed that R seemed rather down as the rest of the Cullens filed in during lunch like any other day. R had sent him just one text about wishing him well, to which he replied curtly about having fallen ill. The exchange was short and R did not feel like pestering a sick man any further. She made sure to fill her free time with Jacob and Bella and extra work shifts to take her mind off things - and to ensure her close ones that like a man would not lead to her being unreliable.

One night, she woke up to see Edward standing at the foot of her bed. But when she flicked on her lamp, he was not there. She was embarrassed about how much she must have concerned herself with the man to hallucinate him.

The following Monday, he sat there in marine biology. R was quick to rush to her seat.

“Edward…! Are you feeling better? Did you have a fever?” she gushed before cringing internally at how stressed she seemed.

The man gave a thin, reluctant smile and nodded. 

He was not that talkative.

During lunch period, she decided to add an apple instead of a banana to her meal. She always made sure to sign up for the meal plans to save her the extra expense of food bills at home since it came out of the college savings rather than her own wallet.

The apple tipped off of her tray as she lifted it. R watched in awe as not even a moment later, a shoe slid out and angled the apple to roll up Edward’s body and into his hands.

R felt giddy and sent a wide smile at him. Edward seemed discouraged about something as he set it back on her tray.

“I don’t - I don’t think we should be friends,” he suddenly stated, drawing the pair away from the line.

R’s jaw dropped and in that moment it was as though her heart shattered into a million pieces. “What…?”

“It’s not because I don’t… It’s only because I’m not who you think I am,” he mumbled, furrowing his brows. “I just think it would be better for your safety if you… stayed away.”

“I - why now? You - are you serious —“ R stopped herself before she could cause a scene.

“Let’s talk elsewhere,” he insisted, taking her tray from her.

“O…kay.”

R abandoned her food at the table with her friends. They all noticed the interaction and were curious; but worst of all, Jessica was clearly fuming. It was public now that they were at least friends and not just classmates who sat next to each other.

They went to the lawn, hovering under the roofed staircase to avoid the pouring rain. R was chilly as it transitioned to winter, but she was far more concerned and heartbroken about Edward in that moment, filled with a numbing warmth.

“I just don’t… know how to stay away from you,” he muttered, making intense eye contact. “It’s strange, but I feel protective over you like nobody I’ve ever met… but it would be wrong for me to pretend I’d be right for you in any capacity —“

“Why are you saying this, Edward?” R’s voice trembled in dismay. Was it her? Had Jessica done something to dissuade him behind her back, already knowing?

“It isn’t for what you think, but I can’t… I can’t tell you. Please understand that I like you, R —“

“Yeah, well I really like you, so you’re being a real asshole right now,” R sniffed, stepping away from the man and crossing her arms indignantly. “There’s no way you don’t know how I feel about you - I mean, I make it so fucking obvious when I try not to! I like you Edward, and a lot more than a friend!”

Edward gulped and began heaving. “I… know. I feel the same way. I… I’ve never felt this way for anyone, R, so that’s why I can’t —“

“That’s bullshit, Edward. Why can’t…” her voice softened to a plea. “Why can’t we just take it slow? If you like me too, then can’t we just - I don’t know, go on a date or something?”

“A date?”

“Maybe… maybe you’re lying to me or maybe you don’t like me as much as I like you, but I think about you all the time - you are legitimately driving me insane. You give me butterflies every time I see you and your voice makes me melt. You’re kind and caring and attentive. I know you’re way out of my league, Edward, but I can’t help it —“

He suddenly placed a fingertip to her lips, seeming breathless as though he was in physical pain. “I’m sick, R. I want to be with you more than anything.”

“I don’t care if you’re sick or ‘bad for me’ or whatever. Wouldn’t it… at least be worth trying?”

His eyes fluttered and R’s mouth opened in anticipation to argue. She felt so passionately about the man that, for the first time in her entire life, she didn’t want to let this man walk away.

“Yes… Yes, okay. I’m sorry for causing a scene, R. I just… I would rather end my own life than ever hurt you.”

“The only way you could hurt me is from walking away.”

They went to their separate tables once again. After a brief chat, they decided a small hiking date - R could bird watch and Edward could get his steps in and show her this spot he loved. Of course, upon her return, she was immediately consumed with Jessica’s negativity.

“What the hell was that?”

“We… were just talking,” R insisted, biting her lips.

“About what? Since when are you two friends?”

“We’ve been friends because of our classes together,” R mumbled, shrinking into her seat. Jessica was glaring and even the men felt overwhelmed by it, even though they’d usually tease her about chilling out.

“And so, what, you don’t even mention me?”

“He talked to me first, Jessica,” R insisted, a sense of fury rising in her chest. “It’s not my fault you don’t have the balls to speak to him yourself. He likes me, Jess, and I like him. Is that really so bad—?”

“You know I’ve liked him since, like, forever!” Jessica exclaimed angrily. “I mean, did you even try and put in a good word for me, you snake —“

“Hey, what the fuck!” Eric interrupted. 

“Jess, are you serious?” Angela insisted. “It’s not her fault. You don’t own him. Besides, you’ve liked every man in town at some point, and every woman liked Edward at some point, too. Can’t you just be happy for her?”

Jessica was taken aback by how suddenly the tables turned against her, standing up and sniffling. “You’re a fucking fake ass bitch, R. I bet he doesn’t even like you.”

R couldn’t help but have a final word in before Jessica finished packing her stuff. Mike was quick to do the same, seeing the in with her - despite the fact that Mike was more desperate than interested in Jessica herself. 

“Oh yeah? What makes you think you’re so much better than me, Jess? We’re at the same college from the same hometown with the same friends and same grades. And believe it or not, that was us planning a date together.”

Jessica grit her teeth together and tossed her remaining salad bowl right at her. The contents dripped off her face and onto her sweater. The group was appalled, and even Mike wasn’t desperate enough to trail after her. Everyone had turned to watch the commotion right as it ended, a few gasps breaking out.

R had expecting anger, but the kind Jessica that used to exist had clearly long since been consumed by insecurity. She settled herself as Angela and Eric rushed to help dab off the sticky ranch and lettuce.

Edward was quick to come over, worry lacing his expression. “I’m… sorry. Are you okay?”

Everyone tried to hide their awe from interacting with Edward for the first time ever, but tried to remain focused on how bad they felt for R. The group knew it was only a matter of time before Jessica hit her breaking point, but they never imagined it would be over this.

“I’m okay, she was mostly finished anyways,” R sighed. “I expected it to begin with. I just didn’t think it would be that bad.”

“That took balls, R, damn,” Tyler cackled. “Didn’t know that was what you were packing.”

R smiled and Edward took a seat at the empty spot for the remainder of the lunch period before life went on. Jessica didn’t sit with them again that week.

~~~

Friday rolled around. Edward had driven R and Bella to and from their occupations that day to save R gas and the trip. R wore her sneakers and the most durable and warm clothing she had, checking her bag for a water bottle. She even brought some art supplies in case they’d find a nice location that R could oil pastel. She had informed Bella and her friends about the where and when, but had intentionally kept Jacob about the loop at this point. He had not been acting himself and had been prone to anger recently - not ever at R, but at the smallest inconveniences even. It was worrying R, to say the least.

For the afternoon after classes, though, R had turned off her phone and packed it away in her bag. Edward had pulled up to a strangely unmarked location until she spotted the sign hammered into the tree. R grinned and they began their ascent.

R was panting a half hour in and despite Edward’s pale complexion, he clearly got out enough to be used to the incline. However, moments later, the trail emerged into a beautiful - although admittedly mostly dead - field. She could only imagine what it looked like during the springtime.

She gasped and ran to the center. Edward wasn’t far behind, eyes glued to her with a tranquility he had never known before her. He knew that moments like this would be hard to come by going forward; he sensed the wolf within her best friend simmering to the surface, and it wouldn’t be long until it all unraveled and the girl he loved would be met with a reality she didn’t deserve.

Edward caught up moments later, placing a hand on the small of her back. “I brought a blanket if you would like to sit. You look inspired.”

R sent a bashful smile and nodded. Most of the time, both were quiet; the ascent was killer enough to silence them both. But whether they spoke or not, Edward always had a look in his eyes that showed he knew everything about her somehow and liked her anyway.

She set up a small art station on the soft blanket Edward brought and insisted he didn’t mind using it for the trip. She had her binoculars - one of the few expensive purchases she’d made in her life - to the side of her and Edward inspected them carefully and even peered out at a few nearby birds.

“Those are warblers,” R commented. “I wonder why they haven’t migrated yet.”

“Perhaps their young have just grown up.”

“That’s a sweet notion,” R chuckled,” although unlikely.”

Edward set the binoculars down and leaned against R, setting his head so cautiously on her shoulder. R was blushing brightly but kept her gaze to the paper as she did a messy outline of the treeline. R was raised in Forks and was well acquainted with the beauty dead nature held just as much as living nature did. She loved the brown of crumpled and dead meadows and the color of muddy autumn leaves.

After ten or so minutes, she had done a small sketch that she was proud of; one that captured the pure beauty of the moment. R set the sketchbook down and reached to caress Edward’s face, whose eyes were closed and calm. However, before she could actually touch him, he grabbed her hand and pressed a small kiss to it.

“I’m sorry,” R spoke quietly. “You must be bored. Maybe I should have brought a game for us to play.”

“No,” he crooned. “You’re perfect. Lay with me.”

R’s heart swooned and she easily allowed herself to lay on Edward’s chest and gaze at the cloudy sky above. He was cold, but she had packed layers to combat it. Edward didn’t stare at anything but her, enamored by her. R couldn’t help but blush from the intensity of it.

He let out a deep sigh. R could’ve sworn thatch had never seen the man so relaxed. Perhaps he was just uncomfortable in crowded places.

“I love you, R,” Edward suddenly spoke.

Surprised shocked her bones and she sat up abruptly. Edward looked horrified, as though he’d said the right thing. R stammered as he sat up to meet her, placing a stabilizing hand on her arm.

“I’m sorry - forget I —“

“I love you too, Edward,” R stuttered in awe. “I can’t believe you feel…”

“How could I not?” he muttered gently, running a hand over her jawline. “You are everything.”

Hours later, the sun had set and they had returned to the car. R still felt numbing happiness from the evening. She was certain any moment she would wake up. Her world had turned itself around, and she swore it was because of Edward.

Their conversation was energized and relaxed on the drive home. Edward pulled into the driveway. 

“I think we should do a pottery date,” R insisted. “There are some cute shops in Port Angelos where you can pick pieces of pottery and paint them and then have them fired. I’ve done it once with my friends before.”

“Do they have a take-home option?”

“I believe some do.”

Edward nodded and silence fell over the vehicle. R’s heart was beating out of her chest 

“May I… try something?” Edward hummed carefully, tilting his head.

R nodded eagerly. Her eyes fluttered shut on instinct. She felt frozen breath huff against her lips. Edward pressed themselves together for a momentary kiss, and it almost felt agonized. R was certain the day was but a dream. Edward was beautiful and it would be strange for an average woman like her to have caught his admiration.

Moments later Edward pulled away and perked up, on edge. It did not take long for R to realize why, seeing a sweating Jacob stomping toward the vehicle, fists clenched. R had been so entranced she didn’t notice the motorcycle Jacob had repaired a few weeks ago in the driveway.

R unbuckled herself quickly and hopped out of the vehicle.

“Jacob!” she shouted, trying to deter the dead-set man who glared with a hatred at Edward she never knew he was capable of. “What - Jacob what’s going on —“

Edward had also exited the vehicle, holding his hands in front of him as a sign of surrender. Jacob suddenly slammed his fists into Edward and sent him pressed against the car. “What the fuck were you doing to her?” he shouted, shaking the vehicle with his strength.

R shrieked and went over pulling at Jacob’s arm. Her touch brought his attention way and Jacob grabbed her shoulders, almost painfully so. She had never been afraid of Jacob, but in that moment, she was.

“So you dodged my calls all day for a scummy fucking Cullen?” Jacob seethed. “He smells fucking disgusting. Am I really that much worse than that asshole?”

“My phone was off —“

“Your phone should never be fucking off unless I know exactly where the fuck you are —“

“You’re Jacob, right? Are you okay? You’re sweating —“ 

“Get the hell away from me you freak,” Jacob groaned, pulling R into his chest. It was then that she noticed that Jacob was drenched in sweat and his body was as heated as a furnace. “I don’t know what your intentions with her are, but I know they aren’t good. You’re a fucking monster; I can smell it on you —“

“Jake, what the hell? Get off of me - I know you don’t like him but —“

Jacob did what R requested, but not voluntarily. He stumbled away and almost collapsed then and there, if not for Edward reaching out to grab and stabilize him. Jacob was quick to pull away, his nostrils flaring. R pressed her hands against his chest.

“Cubby, please go inside. You have a fever —“

“I fucking don’t,” he stuttered angrily, allowing R to direct him closer to the front door. “It’s just in my blood to want to end that fucker’s life for laying his filthy fucking hands on you. Just as they made it to the step, Jacob grabbed her arm so tightly and his weary, confused eyes and he stared directly into her. “What - what’s happening, R? I’m burning alive…”

R released a scream of fright as Jacob collapsed, taking her with her. Before her head could directly collide with the doorknob, strong arms looped around her waist and lifted her protectively. She had almost forgotten Edward was there the begin with from how horrifying Jacob’s behavior was.

Tears sprouted to her eyes and she pleaded,” Please help me get him inside - he’s sick. He’s so very badly sick.”

“Of course - just please don’t touch him,” Edward warned, hoisting the man off the ground as R opened the door. 

R fretted around the house, placing an ice pack to Jacob’s neck. Even in his unconsciousness, he seemed to decompress. She also placed a blanket over him, tucking him in as the man shivered as much as he sweat.

As R reached toward his forehead, Edward stopped her. “You shouldn’t touch him. He’s sick and clearly unpredictable,” he implored, but R was now ransacked with more worry than fright. 

“No. He’s my best friend. He would never do anything to hurt me, Edward. But I think you should go while I call his father.”

It was as though her words burned him. He gulped and nodded, seeming to understand her stubbornness. “Yes, I… I’ll bring your stuff inside. But I’ll be in the driveway. I don’t want to… leave you alone with him.”

“It’s fine. I promise. But that’s okay.”

Edward was quick to be in and out. She glanced out the window to see him sitting in the car. She swore she saw… glimpses of shadows across the road, shapes she couldn’t identify, both humans and beast. But she hardly cared, drawing her attention back to Jacob.

Jacob had been sick before; but never like this.

After an urgent call to Billy, she lifted Jacob’s head and sat with her legs as his pillow. He was twisted and writhing in pain. Tears escaped and one fell directly onto his cheek.

Jacob’s eyes shot open. “R…! What’s happening to me? I’m burning - it hurts —“

R shushed him, running her hands through his long locks. “Please, cubby, take this.” She held a cup of water and a painkiller to him. With tears streaming down his face, he greedily absorbed the painkillers and water.

Before passing out a second time, he blinked to the woman. “R, I… I love you.”

~~~

R was harrowed by the experience. The following Monday, Edward was quick to pull into the lot at the same time as her. He seemed concerned and looked her over, patting at her arms cautiously.

“Are you okay?”

She smiled sadly. “Yes, Edward. I’m fine. I’m just worried about cub - Jacob.”

Edward nodded in understanding. He boldly placed a kiss to her forehead, which R leaned into. Angela was quick to spot R cuddling up to Edward. After Charlie and Bella, Angela had been the first to know about what happened and was equally as concerned.

“Hey, R, have there been any updates about Jacob?”

“No,” R sighed. “I’ve called Billy. Apparently he has mono, but… That just doesn’t feel right.  He seemed a lot worse than that.”

The woman pressed a comforting hand to R’s shoulder. “Forgive me for being out of line, but…”

R tilted her head and noticed Edward sending a stone cold stare and a frown. What had they both connected that she hadn’t?

“Are you sure he doesn’t just have the flu mixed with a major crush on you?”

R blinked once and then blinked again. A mix of denial and connected dots swarmed her. “Why do you think that, Ang? You’ve hardly met the guy. How would you know?”

“I mean… I know I’ve only met him a handful of times over the years, but I didn’t actually notice until we went to La Push at the start of the semester. I got some photos that I never showed you. He was literally just watching you from the beach the entire time. Even your sister picked up on it.”

“He’s just protective, Ang. He’s always been there for me,” R croaked in confusion. “Besides, even if it were true, he knows him as a person is always more valuable than taking the risk of jeopardizing our friendship, if that makes sense.”

“Well, okay…” Angela sighed. “I hope he gets better soon."

[slasherslittlesimp]

Twilight Masterlist

More characters will be added as I write for them

JASPER HALE

Not Yours Anymore Part One

PAUL LAHOTE

Unwanted Part One

Unwanted Part Two

VARIOUS

Soulmates Or Not Part One (Jacob/Jasper)

Soulmates Or Not Part Two (Jacob/Jasper)

Deeper Than The Darkest Depths (Male Reader)