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sugarplumsandmoonpies · 1 year

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‘Walking Art’

Carlisle Cullen x female reader

Word count: 3.5k

Summary: Carlisle is mesmerised by your tattoos, so you decide to surprise him with another one, dedicated to him.

A/N: okay so this is my first fanfiction in, like, oh god don’t even make me think about it. Well, it’s the first one I’ve written that surpasses Wattpad level, anyway. We’ve all gotta start somewhere! My writing is so rusty I’ve got Salad Fingers licking the screen. There’s a gap in the market for Carlisle fanfics and I’m here to fill it <3 and what I mean by that is I’ve read EVERY one and yet I need more????

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Despite committing everything about you to memory, Carlisle is still fascinated by your tattoos. He isn’t used to them - although tattoos have been around for over five-and-a-half thousand years, he existed when tattoos were few and far between, and seen as a way to brand criminals; not as a legitimate art form and method of self-expression. He always finds a new one on you somewhere; just when he thought he found all of them.

The fascination stems from a lot of things, really. As a vampire his skin simply regenerates, and since tattoos are essentially considered wounds, the ink is rejected and the skin heals. There is something to be admired about tattooing - working on a living, breathing canvas with a multitude of textures and skin types, all the while managing to capture soft, intricate details and clean lines. Your tattoos are a thing of beauty, and he is amazed to see the pain you have endured for them. Many times he has stared at them, running his strong hands across them, delicately tracing them with his fingers. He loved how your tattoos capture exactly who you are and your interests. You’re a walking picture book. You’re a walking piece of art that he cannot take his eyes off of.

He constantly asks you questions about each one; when you got it, what attracted you to that design, when you decided you wanted to get it, among many others - and you loved it. His interest in them warmed your heart, as your tattoos were really important to you (yes, even the less serious ones). Sure, some didn’t really have a meaning - but they don’t have to. And each time he asked, whether it was the first time or the thousandth, you answered them for him, never getting tired of explaining each one to him. You could talk about them for hours, and he would listen with bated breath each time.

For a while, you had thrown around the idea of getting his name tattooed on you. It wasn’t a big deal for you - you already had a growing collection anyway, what was one more? And you knew he was the one for you; he told you himself. You had always been a romantic and subscribed to the idea of soulmates, so when he explained that you were his, you couldn’t believe it. Not only were soulmates a real thing, but to know he was yours and you were destined to be together? Nothing could ever top that feeling. The constant reassurance that you two were made for each other provided security that nothing else could come close to. So having his name permanently etched into your skin wasn’t that much of a gamble for you.

Normally, you would share your ideas with Carlisle, letting him know what you wanted to get and asking for his opinion on certain designs and placements. He always supported whatever you wanted to get, as it was your body and your choice. He knew that your tattoos represented your interests and individuality, so he would love whatever you got, no matter what. But this time? You wanted it to be a surprise.

Unfortunately for you, you were so giddy at the thought; you couldn’t keep it to yourself. The question was: who to tell? Edward could read minds, so he possibly already knew, but you doubt he’d be able to offer much. You felt like you needed another female perspective; ruling Emmett and Jasper out immediately.

That left you with Alice and Rosalie.

Although Rosalie was not thrilled by your presence at first, she grew fonder of you as time went on. No more coldness, no more ostracising, no more ‘mean girl’ attitude. And you know what? It felt great proving her wrong. But you didn’t hold it against her - think about it: how would you feel if someone brought a human into your inner circle? If it goes south, you have to relocate and restart in another place, unable to return for a generation.

Your relationship with Alice, on the other hand, has been nothing but smooth sailing; she gave you a warm welcome and became a trusted confidant soon after. She had this weird way of breaking your walls down straight away, and you were thankful there was someone who was fighting for you when you weren’t there, alongside Carlisle. Ultimately, although it could prove to be a relationship strengthener with Rosalie, you decided to confide in Alice. After all, she could see the future. Every time you came back with another addition to your body, she always said it was the exact tattoo she saw in her vision. But despite knowing, she always acted surprised and shared in your excitement. Plus, you didn’t want her finding it out on her own and accidentally letting it slip to anyone, especially Carlisle. This was some super, top-secret surprise shit.

You waited for the best time to approach Alice with the idea since you didn’t want anyone else to know… kinda hard since you were in a house completely occupied by vampires with super special powers. It took a few days, but you finally came across her in the kitchen on one of those rare moments when everyone was off doing their own thing, finally separated. She was leaning against the counter, hands pressed against either side of the sink, looking outside at the woodlands surrounding the house. You stood next to her, getting lost in the view yourself - until you were brought back to reality.

“So”, Alice began, “something on your mind?”. You could hear the smirk.

You kept your gaze straight for a few moments, before giving her the side eye.

“Who said I had anything on my mind, hm?” you questioned, stifling the smile that was beginning to show.

Alice turned to look at you, eyes locked on your frame. Her face was unreadable; you genuinely began to worry. But it didn’t last for long. Before you knew it, she began giggling, and soon her smile was uncontainable. She was beaming.

“I like it when you tell me things, even if you know that I already know… y’know?” She said, playfully pushing her index finger against your shoulder. You had been made, but you already knew that from the start.

“Well…” you began, shifting your weight from one foot to the other, all of a sudden finding your hands super interesting. You started to pick at your nails when Alice suddenly spurted out “tell me, tell me, for the love of god just tell me already!” You laughed at her, finding her excitement endearing and palpable.

“Okay, so basically I’ve been thinking about getting another tattoo…” you paused, “...on me”, you took a deep breath before finishing, “for Carlisle”.

There was silence for a few seconds until you finally looked at her to see her smiling the widest, toothiest grin at you that you’ve ever seen - seriously, it looked like it pained her to do it. She began jumping from one foot to another, lightly clapping her hands together.

“Where and when?!” is all she asked, oozing with joy.

You giggled at her, quickly grabbing her hands to stop the clapping before someone came in to check what was going on.

“I’ve wanted to do this for a while - we’re soulmates and I want a permanent display for him on me”, you smiled at the thought of him, your heart warming and stomach filling with butterflies, “one more permanent than a wedding ring could be; I could easily take that shit off.”

Alice was getting giddier by the second, unable to contain her happiness for you. “That’s an amazing idea - I know he’s just going to love it! Have you found someone to do it for you? Is it gonna be your handwriting or? I need to know, y/n!” she shot at you.

You took a deep breath and gave her a knowing glance “of course I’ve found someone!” you laughed, continuing “it’s called one of the few tattoo artists nearby. About an hour-and-a-half out”, you sighed at the thought of the long drive there and back, “but those are the things we do for love, so”, you said while shooting her a quick thumbs up. “But I’m actually really happy I don’t have to wait that long for it, I’m already bursting with excitement as it is.” You danced your shoulders in a sign of happiness, your smile reflecting Alice’s.

You carried on, explaining “as for how it’s gonna look? Carlisle sent me a bouquet of flowers when we first started seeing each other - mmhm, they were gorgeous. And it had one of those… y’know... little cards attached to it? Well, he wrote me a cute ‘lil message on it and signed his name at the bottom. I kept the card for sheer sentimental value - I keep it in my wallet.”

You chuckled at the memory, before turning away to look outside once again, “I’m a romantic, sue me.”

Alice squealed with delight, finishing your own story for you “so you’re going to use his handwriting?! Shut up, that is the cutest thing I have ever heard in my life!” She took your warm hands in her cool, yet refreshing, ones and shook them from side to side.

“Oh, y/n. This is the most wonderful, romantic thing anyone could ever do, especially for him”, Alice sighed wistfully. “And it’s quintessentially you.”

You both stayed there, basking in the joy of the situation and happy that you had someone to tell, finally. Alice let go of you, bringing you into a familiar and welcomed embrace. You two rocked back and forth together before she whispered in your ear “I just know he’s going to love this. I’m so glad you thought of this, it’s a beautiful thing to do”.

You hugged Alice tighter, a silent ‘thank you’ for her sweet words of encouragement and support.

The day was finally upon you. You spent the whole night tossing and turning, unable to shut your mind off - unable to stop thinking about what you’d be doing the next day. Eventually, you managed to drift off, waking with a few hours of sleep under your belt and dark bags under your eyes. But the day was finally here, and that’s all you cared about.

You had told Carlisle you were going to go out and do a couple of errands; a nice cover for your actual plans. He gave you a loving kiss as you opened the door to leave, whispering a sweet “I’ll see you later, my love” into your hair. How does he always manage to give you butterflies no matter what he does? You felt his eyes on you while you walked down to your car - oh how you just wanted to spill the beans to him and bring him along with you to watch you get it done.

As you entered your car and started the engine, you gave him a quick wave goodbye before pulling out and beginning your journey. Looking back in the rear-view mirror, you spotted him still standing there waving you off. You lowered your window, waving back to him enthusiastically until you could no longer see him.

Rolling the window back up, you turned the radio up, hoping to hype yourself up with some stellar tunes. Honestly? You were really nervous. A good kind of nervous though - the one that borders on unbridled excitement. He’s the most important person in your life and you’re inscribing his name on your body permanently; it’d be worse if you didn’t feel anything.

It was dusk when you arrived back at the house. Exiting the car, you made your way up to the front door. You pushed the handle down and entered quietly, shutting it behind you. Taking your shoes off, you padded into the house and through the kitchen, where Alice and Jasper sat. Giving you a knowing look, you pointed to your covered wrist and smiled a big goofy grin at them. In return, Alice punched her fist in the air while Jasper shot you a thumbs-up with a big smile. You made your way past them and up the stairs, taking a quick detour to the bathroom.

You rolled your sweatshirt sleeve up to see your new favourite tattoo. On the outside of your wrist, under layers of clingfilm, was his name. The reality of it hadn’t quite set in, but it would soon. You carefully peeled off the medical tape and clingfilm, disposing it in the waste basket. Turning the tap on, you positioned your wrist underneath it, carefully rinsing off any excess ink before softly patting it dry.

You took a deep breath and looked in the mirror. Suddenly, you were very aware of the dull ache radiating from the tattoo. What you had done finally sunk in.

‘Holy shit’. Your mind soon became assaulted with second thoughts. ‘What if he doesn’t like this? He says he loves my tattoos, but surely he has to since he loves me? What if he just doesn’t understand why I did this; will he think I’m stupid? This is a totally different ballgame - this is his name we’re talking about, for Christ’s sake! A bold, clear display of our relationship. There is absolutely no subtlety here!’ You were spiralling over thoughts that weren’t true but it was hard to be rational in a moment like this.

You quickly shook your head, almost as if you were trying to physically remove the thoughts from your mind. You focused on your feelings for him, and how you knew him well enough to know he would love the gesture; you felt peace. You felt reassurance. With your regained confidence, you exited the bathroom and made your way across the landing, walking up to the door to his study.

You lightly knocked against the wood, your excitement rising by the second.

“Come in”, you heard his smooth voice say from the other side of the door.

Carefully opening the door, you slinked into the room, inconspicuously blocking your arm from his direct eye line. His study smelled like him; leather, pine and a little hint of citrus. It was so refreshing, so intoxicating; so Carlisle. You looked around the room. It was always so cozy in his office, thanks to the warm amber light the lamps gave off, and the little personal knick-knacks dotted around, showing a lifetime of experiences and interests. Bookcases packed full of various books and novels stood against the dark walls. Ornaments and photographs of his family were proudly displayed throughout the rest of the room. Across the room, Carlisle was settled in his plush chair looking over various files on his desk, the light from his laptop illuminating his face further. He lifted his head up, finally tearing himself away from his work. His eyes shined when he recognised it was you. Your whole body was immediately filled with warmth as he met your gaze.

“So, my love”, lord how you loved that name, “how was your time out in town?” he asked, standing up to properly greet you with a well-needed hug. But before he could get any further than the edge of his desk, you reached your hand out, signalling him to stop where he was.

“I... actually wanted to talk to you about that.”

Carlisle raised his eyebrow ever so slightly. “Oh?” he said, sitting back down in his chair.

You immediately realised that sounded a little more daunting than you meant it to, backtracking to try and reassure him that it was something positive.

“Oh, oh no it’s nothing like that! It’s just, um” you paused; god why was this suddenly so hard to spit out? “Um… uh, well you see… erm…”

The more you stuttered and fumbled with your words, the worse it got. You needed to take a deep breath before attempting to carry on. Carlisle, meanwhile, was staring at you in confusion and slight adoration. You were clearly nervous about what you were going to say, and it made him even more curious about what it could be.

‘Deep breath in and out, this is exciting news.’

You brought your eyes back to Carlisle. ‘It’ll be fine.’

“I went and got another tattoo” you managed to admit, finally.

Carlisle’s face lit up as he sent you his trademark swoon-worthy smile.

“Do I get to guess what it is and where you got it? It’s my favourite part” he chuckled at you, clearly excited to hear of your new addition.

You loved how, no matter what, he was always excited for you when you did something for yourself. You always felt supported when it came to Carlisle and you really treasured that feeling.

“One guess this time”, you giggled “last time you wouldn’t stop until you got it.”

“You say that as if I didn’t guess it!” he pointed at you.

“Carlisle, we were there for half an hour and you needed hints! Never again - one guess!” you laughed at the memory, as well as his smug little face.

He leaned back in his chair, his index finger resting against his bottom lip. He looked away from you for a brief moment while thinking, before his eyes shot back to yours. “Flower chain, around your knee” he confidently said.

‘That’s actually a really good idea, I need to note that down somewhere’

“Brilliant idea, but unfortunately not” you giggled lightly, “I think… it’s best if I just show you”.

You made your way over to his desk, walking around to meet him at his chair. He turned to face you, your legs brushing against his bent knees. You leaned down slightly before bringing your arm to the front of your body, angling it so he could clearly read the word ‘Carlisle’ delicately etched in your wrist, in his beautiful handwriting.

Carlisle let out a soft, audible gasp. He took your arm, bringing it closer to his face, having to actively resist the urge to trace it the way he did with your other tattoos. He just stared at it. Disbelief, love and pride clearly written all over his face. If he could cry, he’d be doing it now.

Finally, you spoke. “Well… how do you feel?”

Carlisle wordlessly stood up. He towered over you, looking so deeply into your eyes, you’re pretty sure he was looking at your soul. He took a moment, closing his eyes and basking in the moment, before opening them and meeting yours once more. He raised his hands and rested them against your cheeks, cradling you. You leant into his touch, savouring it like it was the last time.

“You did this… for me?” his voice was filled with adoration.

You beamed up at him, proudly answering “Yeah, I wanted part of you with me forever” you lightly giggled at yourself “and what better way to have that, than with your name on me?”

The way he looked at you nearly made you melt on the spot. You felt all warm and fuzzy at the sight of him like this. He was searching for the right thing to say, to convey how he felt at this gesture of pure love, but was unable to find the words. Instead, he wrapped his arms around you, lifting you up. You squealed as you were lifted from the floor, wrapping your legs around his waist for extra support. He repositioned his left hand to hold your thigh as he nuzzled his head into your neck, breathing you in.

“Thank you, thank you” he repeated into your skin. You basked in the moment, appreciating every second before Carlisle carried on.

“I can’t tell you how much this means to me. If I could do it too, I’d have it done in a heartbeat,” he told you.

Your heart filled with love and joy, words couldn’t describe how much you appreciated what he said. To know he would’ve reciprocated meant the world to you.

Carlisle patted your thigh twice, signalling that he was going to set you back down. Begrudgingly, you unwrapped your legs from his waist, feet lightly hitting the hardwood floor. Once again, he was looking down at you.

He lifted his hand up, holding your jaw between his index and thumb, lightly stroking your cheek. You felt your cheeks heat up, unsurprisingly. Laughing warmly at you, he leant down, placing his lips on yours.

‘His lips are always so soft’ you thought, allowing yourself to get lost in the kiss, unconsciously deepening it. Carlisle stood flush against you, your chest pressed against his own. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you so tightly and securely. He always managed to make you feel safe.

He felt like home.

You both slowly broke away from the kiss, humming in satisfaction. “So it’s safe to say you love me having your name on my wrist for all to see?” you smirked at him.

He pulled you back in for another sweet embrace, his hands slowly caressing your back, saying “of course I do. Now everyone knows you’re mine.”

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andreafmn · 1 year

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So I am OBSESSED with your Carlisle fics.

I was hoping I would request an imagine with a female reader who is asexual and afraid Carlisle won't want her, but of course, he is totally loving and accepting of her.

Thank you and I hope you're well.

Word Count: 2.7K

Paring: Carlisle Cullen x Female!Reader

Story Description: Rejection after rejection was the way (Y/N) went through life because of her sexuality, or rather lack thereof. But when she meets Carlisle Cullen, as in love with him as she is, she can't help but let the fear of her past keep her from telling him that she is asexual.

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As You Are

Delving into a relationship is no easy task. It’s allowing someone to know every part of you, every moment and secret that has made you who you are, and hoping they accept it without an exception. It’s one of the most vulnerable and exposed anyone could be.

But there was a rather daunting sense of defenselessness that came from admiring your sexuality. Especially to a world that might not understand. The same world that valued love in the same standing as intercourse.

(Y/N) had always felt like maybe there was something wrong with the way she loved. That whatever it was she was missing from the checklist society had written for her would be completed by the next person she fell for. Because maybe, just maybe, someone else had what she needed.

But, as time went by, and partners came and went, nothing magically sparked inside her. And she feared that it never would.

Until she met Clara. Well, @clara1986x on an internet blog site.

(Y/N) needed to understand what she was feeling –not feeling. She did what any teenager with an avid curiosity, a life-changing question, and no answers would do. She turned to the internet. For hours she sat in front of a blank search bar, scared of what lived behind the screen. There were no expectations, but there was that underlying fear that there was something wrong with her.

But, pushing it off wouldn’t change whatever results would pop up. With shaking hands, she typed slowly as she took deep breaths to calm her racing heart. It pitter-pattered against her chest as it hammered in her ears. There was no turning back once she hit the enter key.

I do not feel sexually attracted to anyone… is there something wrong with me?

The first thing that popped up on the results page made her eyes fill with tears. There is nothing wrong with you, the page was titled. Could it be true? That whatever she was feeling was normal?

She clicked on the webpage and a personal blog loaded on her screen.

There Is Nothing Wrong With You

If this page showed up in your results there’s a huge chance you may think that you’re lacking something in your romantic life. News flash! There isn’t.

Let me guess, you think if you’re not sexually attracted to your partner then it means you don’t really love them. Well, that couldn’t be farther from the truth. There are many ways to love and be in love with someone without adding sex to the mix — it also never has to be added for some.

Have you ever heard of the term asexual? “The word asexual combines the prefix a-, meaning “not” or “without,” and sexual, referring to sex. Asexual is first recorded in the late 1700s, originally used in biology to refer to organisms, especially plants, that had no sex organs.” [That’s from the dictionary]

In the simple (and broadest) of terms, an asexual person is someone that doesn’t feel sexual attraction toward others or low to no desire for sexual relations. But since we know that sexuality is a spectrum [even if so many people don’t want to agree] this might mean something different to everyone that reads this.

So, why am I focusing only on the most basic form of asexuality if there is such a big spectrum?

Because I used to think there was something wrong with me. I used to search in partners for something I was lacking and no one could tell me why I didn’t feel like most people did. I didn’t want to have sex, with guys or girls. I never felt the need to establish a relationship with sex to admit I loved that person. And before you ask, yes, I have tried sex before; no, I don’t need to find the right person for it; and no, I’m not missing out.

Being asexual doesn’t mean I don’t want to fall in love, or have a partner, or be with someone for the rest of my life. It simply means that I don’t need sex to “seal the deal.” I want the romance and the giddiness, I want the hand-holding and the kisses, I want everything that comes with being in love, I just don’t want sex.

Hi, I’m Claudia and I am asexual.

“Hi, Claudia,” (Y/N) cried as she finished reading the post, a smile spreading across her face. “I’m (Y/N), and I think that so am I.”

It was the first time in her life that she had heard of the term, let alone found someone that felt exactly the same way she did. For the longest time, she thought she had been an anomaly in the population. That something had been wired differently inside her and she needed to be fixed.

There was nothing wrong with what she didn’t want. Love had never had to equal sex, and she could be in love with someone without adding it to the equation. She did not need it to feel complete.

But that didn’t mean that everyone else understood what it meant.

As she left high school and entered college, her dating pool expanded. But their mentality did not. It seemed she was stuck in a vicious cycle that she simply could not break. (Y/N) would meet someone new, they would go out on a few wonderful dates, and form a connection. Yet, when the time came to speak about the dreaded s-word, they all seemed to be taken aback. With some it was a quick rejection, sex was too much of a deal breaker to not have. With others, it was a slowly dying fire that, at the end of the day, always died out.

Whether it was that they didn’t want a relationship without sex or they didn’t want her without the promise of sex, she had not met someone that could accept her as she was and all that she would not offer.

Until Carlisle Cullen.

After an unlucky slip on ice on her way to visit her mom’s new home, (Y/N) found herself in Forks Community Hospital with a twisted ankle. Thankfully, her condition wasn’t dire and her head could focus on the Adonis-like statue that had been caring for her that afternoon.

She had heard of the handsome doctor from her mother a few too many times. No one in town understood why an accomplished doctor like him could end up in a small town like Forks. Much less the fact that he was a single man with adopted teenage kids. There was a peculiarity to that family that no one got but rarely questioned out loud.

No comment from her mother could have ever prepared her for the man that stood before her. A man carved out of perfection by the very hands of whatever god was real. A vision of blonde hair and unnatural amber eyes.

“Well, Miss (Y/L/N), I think as long as you stay clear of any slush in the street, you’ll be good,” he smiled. “Just make sure to ice that ankle every couple of hours and you should be okay.”

“I’m just staying the rest of the month in Forks. I’ve got a job lined up in Seattle, but my mom recently moved here,” she said. “So, hopefully, no more mishaps.”

“That’s a shame,” he responded. A grin so mischievous on his face she could not help the flutter in her chest. “That it wasn’t you that moved here, that is.”

“And why is that?” Her curiosity peaked. Was the doctor flirting with her?

“If you were new in town I could offer to show you around under the guise of it being a date,” he started. “I could take you out to dinner, show you how beautiful the woods are during winter –when you’re not falling on ice–, maybe end the night with a kiss.”

“Do you usually hit on your patients like this, Dr. Cullen?” (Y/N) played along, a sense of confidence overtaking her senses. “I’m pretty sure there’s a rule against that.”

“That would only apply if you were my patient after you left through those doors,” he smirked. “But that could only happen if you were staying. What a pity.”

“Nothing’s stopping you from doing it for the time being,” she teased. “Better than to always wonder what if.”

“You make quite a valid point.”

“Then, do it,” she smirked. “Pretend I just moved here and ask to show me around. I might just say yes.”

A hearty chuckle left Carlisle’s throat, his eyes glittering with the fluorescent light of the hospital room. “Alright then, Miss (Y/L/N),” he smiled. “Since you’re new here, it would be an honor to show you around town. Would that be something you would like to do?”

“That sounds perfect, Doctor Cullen.”

And the rest was history.

Weeks turned into months, her office job turned into a local administrative assistant in the hospital, and her apartment turned into a room at her mom’s house. It wasn’t anything like what she expected her life to turn like, but something about Carlisle told her he was worth the change.

Yet, as perfect as their relationship seemed, there was always something lingering in the darkness. To (Y/N), everything felt too good to be true, but she had yearned for so long for a relationship that felt right. She carried with her every rejection, every disappearance, every weird look. She didn’t want things with Carlisle to end because of what they would never have.

Not even when he confessed to himself and his family being vampires did the pressure of speaking about her sexuality –or lack thereof- alleviate. It felt easier for her to accept the fact that supernatural beings roamed the earth than for her partner to understand that she did not feel sexual attraction.

It was a backward way of thinking, she knew that. But she couldn’t help and remember all the times she trusted someone enough to tell them about being asexual. Every repudiation toward her because of her sexuality had left an irrevocable mark on her heart, a pain that remained quietly festering deep within her soul.

But Carlisle could tell there was something wrong. He always could. As someone that was used to harboring big secrets, it was an easy task to know that (Y/N) had a big one weighing on her heart.

He didn’t want to push her. Her secrets were hers to tell and he had never wanted her to reveal anything she did not feel comfortable saying. It did hurt, he could not lie. Carlisle had tried his best to let her know he was a person she could trust, that nothing she could have said, done, or felt would ever be able to push him away.

The worst part, he knew Edward knew what her secret was, and so did Alice. But they had both said it was something that only (Y/N) could tell him, on her own time. The only thing they could say to appease his mind was that it was not a bad confession, but it was hard for her to talk about.

Still, even if he had agreed to allow (Y/N) to speak her truths on her own time, it pained him to know the worry she carried with her whenever she was around. She deserved to feel calm and loved when they were together, and that was what he wanted the most.

“How’re you feeling, darling?” Carlisle asked one day. “I brought you a blanket.”

(Y/N) was standing on the back deck of his home, staring at the setting sun on the horizon. Her hair was slightly drenched from the rain that had fallen, but she did not seem bothered by it. She allowed the man to drape the blanket over her shoulders, sighing as the warm fabric embraced her body.

“I’m okay,” she smiled softly. “Just thinking.”

“What about?”

She took a deep breath, knowing she had put off the conversation for too long. There was no reason to keep hiding it. He had trusted her with the biggest secret he had, and she needed to trust him enough to share hers. Whatever happened after was something she could not control. She just had to be brave enough to face whichever outcome happened.

“There’s actually something I’ve been meaning to tell you,” she started before leading him to join her on the white couch. “It’s not anything bad, but it’s something that’s very important. And I’m just scared of how you will react.”

“Darling, you can tell me anything,” he smiled, taking her hands in his. “There’s nothing you could say that would ever push me away from you. I hope you know that.”

“I know you’re a different man, a completely different person than anyone from my past. But I can’t help being scared to talk about this when everyone I’ve told this before left once I told them this,” she sniffled. “There’s been this festering fear inside me for the longest time because I’m scared that it’ll make you look at me differently and reject me. I don’t know if I could take another one.”

“(Y/N), you know I love you and you can trust me with anything.”

“I know that, Carlisle, and I love you too. And that’s the reason why I’ve been so afraid to tell you this, because I really don’t want to lose you.”

“You will never lose me, (Y/N). But, please, tell me what it is. I don’t want you to have to keep carrying this in your heart.”

(Y/N) knew the moment had come. Regardless of all her fears and concerns, they had gotten to the point where she couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Carlisle, I’m asexual,” she breathed. “Which means I don’t feel sexual attraction to anyone and I have no desire to engage in any type of sexual activity. It doesn’t mean that I’m not in love with you or that I don’t want to have any type of intimacy. It’s just that I want everything that comes with being in love and in a relationship just not the sex part.”

Carlisle took her in his arms, embracing her tightly as she cried onto his chest. He brushed her hair softly, kissing the top of her head comfortingly. All he felt at that moment was how much he loved her.

“Thank you for telling me, darling,” he spoke softly, his hands caressing her cheeks as he stared into her eyes. “I know how hard it must have been for you to tell me that and I’m so grateful that you trusted me enough to tell me. And I want you to know that I love you completely and utterly as you are. I don’t need physical intimacy to know that I want forever with you.

You are more than just a body, (Y/N). I love you because you are a smart, caring, kind, and wonderful woman. You accepted me —my family— as I am, supernatural being and all. I’ve gone centuries without sex and I can go centuries more without it as long as you are by my side.”

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear those words,” she cried happily. “I wish I hadn’t been so afraid to tell you sooner, but I’m just so glad that I did. I love you, Carlisle, and I want forever with you. Just as you are.”

(Y/N) couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face. Even as Carlisle kissed her tenderly, it never faltered.

She had gone her whole life searching for the person that would accept her for who she was without the expectation that her sexuality would change. It had made every rejection, every broken heart worth it because they had brought her to him.

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Carlisle Cullen Masterlist

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iconicstoner · 9 months

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love bites & apologies

gn!reader x jasper hale

words: 1960

summary: when Jasper accidentally leaves marks on y/n’s neck after kissing them, he has to figure out how to make it up to them and their parents.

“Sugar, you are so sweet,” Jasper’s words came out like a husky southern growl, just centimeters away from your face. Slowly, his hands push through your hair as his icy lips move down your neck. He sends a chill down your spine with the feeling of his cold touch, and yet your whole body feels hot with pleasure. Just as Jasper begins to pin you down, his lips still grazing your warm neck, the sound of someone clearing their throat startles both of you. The two of you turn to face the person quickly, and embarrassment adorns your face when you realize who caught you. Jasper releases the firm grip he had on you and raises his eyebrows at the towering lean figure standing in the doorway.

“Y’know, I can hear all your thoughts, and usually that would be helpful, but I don’t want to hear,” Edward pauses to glance between the two of you, “those thoughts.” Your face flushes with embarrassment, and Jasper’s would too, if he was still capable of it.

“I’ll have you know, from the moment you met Bella, I could feel every emotion you felt about her, and that was ten times worse. Do you know how awkward it is to feel lust emitting from the house, just to find out it’s coming from your brother?” A smirk is still etched onto Jasper’s face as he finishes drawing out the words with his charming Southern accent. Edward tenses with embarrassment, and he doesn’t say anything for a long time, considering what Jasper knows. Then, as he begins to look back between the couple sprawled out on Jasper's bed, he begins to laugh.

“Why is he doing that?” you ask in a low mumble. Jasper gives Edward a look of confusion, before turning to you. The second he sees you, his face drops, no longer smirking, and he is in utter shock.

“Oh, Emmett is gonna love this,” Edward says between laughs. Before Edward even finished his sentence Emmett was standing at his side with just the mention of his name. When he looked into the room, he burst into laughter too.

“Nice one, Jasper!” Emmett exclaims as he pats Jasper’s shoulder with intense force, almost knocking Jasper, who is in a trance-like state, over. “It’s like you’re all grown up. Quite the cowboy,” He says, sarcastically. Your confusion is palpable to the brothers, but before you can even ask, Edward is pointing a small handheld mirror at you, giving you a great view of your neck. It’s almost entirely purplish-red from all the places Jasper had been kissing you. You let out a gasp that causes all laughter to cease.

“I’d love to help you,” Edward said with a smile, almost as if he was enjoying this moment, “but since Vampires don’t have blood, we don’t have this problem.” As his brothers spoke, Jasper stood to the side, continuing to look down at you with a slight horror at the mistake he made.

“We could try makeup? I know Rosalie has a ton somewhere around here,” Emmett suggests, at least trying to be helpful.

“Going home with pasty white makeup all over your neck is almost more suspicious than just letting people see the hickeys,” Edward said to Emmett playfully. “And also, curfew is in fifteen minutes, so I’d hurry home,” Edward says to you, knowing this will only be worse if you also break your curfew.

Before you’d even had time to think of a plan, Jasper was already ushering you to the car. He raced down the slick asphalt to your house in the silver Jeep. The car was completely silent the whole drive, but Jasper kept a firm grip on your thigh with his right hand. Emmett and Edward were in the back, and as you pull into the driveway, you can only hope your parents won’t kill you.

“Hold on,” Jasper says, his cool hand touches your jaw, and he leans in to give you a soft, cold, longing kiss, “just in case it’s the last time,” he mumbles into your ear as he reluctantly pulls away from the kiss.

“They can’t ground me for as long as you're alive,” you remark playfully.

“Yes, but they can ground you for as long as you’re alive,” he says, with a sweet syrupy quality to his voice. His hand slowly and delicately traces down your jaw until it's back in his atmosphere again. You crave to grab his hand or to press his skin against yours for just one last second, but you know you can’t look like this and be late. You climb out of the Jeep, step inside your house, and close the door behind you, but Jasper doesn’t take the Jeep out of park.

“What are we doing, Jasper?” Emmett questions uneasily.

“Jasper wants to know what y/n’s parents are going to feel when they see what happened,” Edward explained, already knowing what Jasper was thinking, which was helpful because Jasper would give anything not to speak right now. No one said anything for a moment, but then Jasper tensed, sitting up a little straighter. Edward slumped back, seeming almost uncomfortable by what was happening. Emmett could tell this meant that your parents had noticed, and things didn’t seem good.

“I can feel their emotions. It’s so strong that I can hardly distort them, at least not from this far.” Jasper paused after the words left his mouth, but he didn’t move. “What are they thinking, Edward?”

“I don’t want to say,” Edward said monotonously. Emmett stiffened, and for someone so hard to miss, he seemed to wash away with the tension of the moment.

“Tell me,” Jasper demanded. The brothers sat very still for a very long time before anyone spoke again. The sound of chirping crickets filled their ears, and the stars shined down on them. However, they didn't notice any of their surroundings, as they focused their attention on what was happening in your house.

“They think you’re a freak,” he paused, for what felt like centuries, before saying, “They want you two to break up.” Before Edward can continue, Jasper put the car in reverse and sped home so fast that even Edward wanted to suggest slowing down.

“What am I going to do?” Jasper asked as he opened the front door to the Cullen's house. Emmett and Edward shuffled in behind him without a word.

“You’re going to have to make it up to y/n’s parents,” Emmet advised.

“You’re going to have to make it up to y/n too,” as soon as the words escaped Edward's mouth Emmett and Jasper were staring at him, waiting for an explanation. “When I was listening to their thoughts, y/n was mad that you weren’t more careful.”

“I’ll figure something out,” Jasper said, his voice full of exasperation.

A week passes, and somehow Jasper finds himself standing next to Carlisle at your doorstep.

“Jasper, I’m surprised you asked me to do this for you,” Carlisle says quietly as he taps his stone-cold hand against your front door. “This relationship must mean a lot to you.” The door opens before their conversation continues, and they’re greeted with your father's presence. Days had passed since Jasper had gotten to see you. After what happened last week, Jasper called your house, but when your father answered, he told Jasper to never call back again. Jasper had hoped he’d be able to talk with you at school, but you anxiously avoided him, and he wasn’t looking to upset you anymore. It was the slowest week of his 160-year-old life.

“It’s great to see you. I’m Dr. Cullen, Jasper’s father. I was wondering if we could have a word?” Your father is hesitant at the question, but allows the two of them to come inside. The three of them sit at the dining table that your mother is already occupying. As they sit, Jasper nervously fumbles with his hands, worried that his plan to involve Carlisle as his ‘father’ wouldn’t work the way he hoped.

“Jasper,” you say as you walk into the kitchen, surprised to see them, “and Carlisle, what’s going on?” You make your way to the table and sit down on the far end, with Jasper on one side of you, and your father on the other. Jasper could feel the nervousness emitting from you, and it almost matched his own. He wanted to grab on to you and never let go as he took in your intoxicating scent and warm skin, but instead, he settled for inconspicuously placing a hand on your knee and hoping your family didn’t notice.

“I wanted to discuss with you all what happened last week,” Carlisle said, looking more serious than you’d ever seen him. When he said the words, almost everyone in the room had their eyes on your (no longer purple) neck. Except for Jasper, who was looking deep into your eyes as if they could heal him or ease his pain. “What Jasper did was irresponsible, and I do not condone that kind of behavior. We have both raised two very responsible, mature, and sensible kids. As disapproving as I am, what they did was not dangerous. Our children had the self-control to stop themselves before things got too out of hand. I know these kids make each other happy, and I believe we should continue to let them see each other.” Carlisle hardly gave anyone time to speak as he felt the disapproval radiate off your parents. “And if it would make you more comfortable, they don’t have to be together at my house anymore. At least not alone.” There was a long pause after Carlisle finished speaking, as if what he said compelled everyone to silence. Jasper gently squeezed your knee and glanced at you hopefully.

“I’ll agree that they continue to see each other, on the condition that they can only be alone together in public, or at our house, with the doors open, while we are home.” It might sound like a big ask, but Jasper knew how secretive and creative Edward was with Bella, and for someone so special to him, he was willing to try and be just as sneaky for you. The idea of sneaking into your bedroom late at night filled him with excitement, and he quickly thought of all the ways he could climb into your bed without your family noticing.

“I think we can agree to that,” Carlisle said with a wide smile and stood up to shake your father’s hand. Jasper smiled eagerly as he stood up, beckoning you to stand too, and wrapped you into a hug. Even if his skin was glacial, he still warmed your heart. You attempted to suppress your excited laugh as Jasper kissed your cheek.

“Hey,” your father called out disapprovingly, causing Jasper to loosen his grip around you.

“What?” you mused, “the doors are open?” Jasper tried to hide his smile in your hair as your parents let out a collective sigh.

“Don’t push it you two,” Carlisle said just loud enough for only you two to hear. He threw the two of you a knowing wink as he made his way back to the front door. Jasper smiled in a way you’d never seen before and slightly adjusted so his back was facing your parents. Gently, he leaned down to kiss you one more time. This time, he let his cold lips meet yours, and even if it was just for a second, you could feel every ounce of his love.

“See you soon, darlin’,” he said with a hushed sultry southern accent. Next time you two were together, he planned on continuing what you never got to finish.

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loveswrites · 10 months

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Poly cullen angst to fluff? Pls and thank you🤭

Rainy Road Poly Cullens x Reader

Time it took me: 4 hours ( btw loves I acc finished it in the same day just now)

Word count: 2143

To anon: I'm sure I met your angst but I don't think I met much else *wink* There will be a part two if you guys want I'm sure you will <3

Love <3

“Stop.” Edward said, watching you plainly.

Currently you were practically skipping on and off the border line of the werewolves territory and the Cullens territory. Edwards' tone kinda upset you. You were only trying to lighten the mood because ever since you got into the car his energy was just off. Seth had called you saying he wanted to hang out so you asked Edward to drive you because bella being the blood daughter got the car and you got a maybe next year. Downsides of being adopted.

You were standing at the border because the rest of your mates wanted to talk to you before you went to hang out with Seth. They liked Seth so you didn’t understand why they just couldn’t wait to talk to you later.

But they said they couldn’t wait that long. You thought about it and the only times they've acted like this is when they're about to surprise you with something. Or if they feel like they hadn’t been treated fairly as in quality time. And last you check you’ve spent equal time with them all separately and together. So it wasn’t that so it had to be a surprise right?

“Are you in one of your emo moods right now?” You asked genuinely curious. That seemed to only upset him more because he didn’t talk the whole time until the rest of your mates arrived.

It didn’t take them as long as you thought that it would. You thought they were gonna drive in their cars like Edward did but they didn’t. They walked or ran or whatever. Edward made you get back into the car while you were waiting because it started raining. Of course It was still raining when they arrived, it's Forks after all. But that didn’t stop you from smiling and getting out of the car when you saw the rest of your loves. Hopefully you could sneak some more insight on why Edward was in a pissy mood.

The closer they got to the car the more you practically bounced with excitement. You had missed them even though you saw them only two days ago. Too long according to the beat in your heart. As you tapped your feet in the rain puddles you couldn’t help yourself from letting out a squeal of excitement. Running up to the closest person you could reach. That being Jasper, you jumped in his arms. The sound of the car door opening and closing fell numb to your ears. And sadly so did the sound of the car driving away.

The sound of thunder rang through your ears making you jump, scaring you a little. But something you noticed didn’t happen was the feeling of that fear going away immediately. It stayed. Jasper always felt like home but something was wrong. Something was different.

“You didn’t wrap your arms around me?” You said furrowing your eyebrows. Looking at Jasper you watched as the rain melted his hair against his face. His beautiful wet curls dripped with the wetness of rain. You would eat him right here right now if he wasn’t being so strange right now.

He didn’t answer, he just stepped back away from you. You shifted your eyes behind him to look at the rest of your mates. Rose was clinging onto Emmett’s arm next to Rose was Carlisle and Esme then there was Edward.

“Wasn’t Alice just here? Wait a minute, where's the car?” You asked, looking around in confusion. When you turned around there was no car, just an empty wet road. Something was totally wrong.

“What’s going on?” You questioned. It took a while for anyone to say a thing. Just when you were about to repeat yourself Carlisle spoke up.

“We need to talk.” He said.

“Well I knew that much dummy, But why couldn’t we just talk later? It’s raining and I’m supposed to be hanging out with Seth.” You said with a soft smile trying to ease your nerves. You don’t remember the last time you did this by yourself all on your own. Jasper would always be there to ease your feelings or stress. Even though you would say no he’d never listen. He would always catch a rise in your stress before you did and calm you down.

“We're leaving.” Carlisle said. You noticed that his hair took a little longer to melt against his face unlike Jasper.

“Ooo okay where are we going this time, tokyo? I’ve always wanted to-” You said getting excited again but you were quickly cut off by Esme.

“Without you.” She said looking at you for a little then she turned her head away. Her statement made the smile drop from your face as quickly as it came.

“What? What do you mean? How long are you going to be gone?” You questioned with your eyes shifting in between your six mates. This felt all so sudden, what happened in those two days you weren’t together?

“Forever. There’s nothing here for us in Forks anymore.” Emmet said breaking your heart with every single word.

“But I’m here..” You said as your voice cracked mid sentence. You could feel the knot in your stomach get tight and tighter. You didn’t know how to handle this. So you did the only thing you know how to do. You turned to Jasper.

“Jasper s-stop it! Tell me this is all just a big cruel joke and you're not leaving, You're not leaving me.” You practically begged. Walking towards him you moved your hands up to touch him but he brushed you off. He pushed your hands away so swiftly and he stared you in your eyes. They were cold. No emotion was found. You tried your best to find something, anything. But there was nothing found.

“I don’t love you, I never did. I ask that you please refrain from touching me.” Jasper said sternly. Your heart dropped lower and lower with every word that fell from his mouth.

“Stop lying! I know for a fact that you're all in love with me. So much that your cold dead hearts beat for me!” You yelled out as you wiped the rain and tears from your eyes.

“We have no reason to lie. It wouldn’t bring any gain on our end to lie.” Edward said plainly as if this was all a fact.

“You were just a family pet. Why would we ever associate ourselves with a useless human as yourself? You can’t even control your own emotions. You forget to even feed yourself. What simple creature does that? You struggle to speak simple words, you can’t comprehend anything. And you cling onto us like we're a free ticket out of here. We’ve never loved you. We’ve never even wanted you.” Rosailse said, making the first tear drop down your cheek. You bit your bottom lip hard in attempts to prevent yourself from full on crying.

“Rose and I just thought why not join in on the family fun for once? We always kept to ourselves and now I understand why, you weren’t much fun to play with in the first place. We're done.” Emmett said and before you could say another thing they were gone.

“W-wait!” You coughed out as a steady stream of tears ran down your face mixing with the rain.

“I will say you spiced up me and Carlisle’s marriage a little bit. But you were never enough. Seeing how young you are, you should’ve known that you were never going to be more than just a temporary toy for us.” Esme said, grabbing Carlisle's hand. Your eyes couldn’t help but shift down to her action. The simple action of touch pained your heart so much you couldn’t stop the sound of your cry coming out your mouth.

“Forget about us. Move on. It will be best for you if you did so. You meant nothing to us. I’m sorry I let it go on this long.” Carlisle said, gripping onto Esme's hands. And just when you took a step towards them they were gone.

“No no no-” You were cut off by a gasp of your own. You felt like you couldn’t breathe. It hurt. It hurt so bad. You felt like your soul had been shattered into a thousand grains of sand that would never be made into a beautiful beach again. You felt like you’ve just turned into a dry desert.

“It hurts Jasper, it hurts.” You cried out. You were sure your eyes were bloodshot red right now. The mix of tears and rain was not a good combination.

“You should have never gotten attached. It took everything in me not to just drain you dry of your blood but I couldn’t. So I chose the next best thing. It wasn’t as good as it would’ve been if I had just killed you when we met.” Jasper said with his thick southern accent. Normally you would jump with joy or giggle when he talked to you but you felt worse than hurt right now. You didn’t think this could get any worse. But as he took one more look at you he frowned like you were just the most dissecting thing he's ever seen.

“Pathetic.” And then he was gone.

You turned to Edward and walked up to him. And in the few steps it took to get to him you felt the anger flood through your veins.

“Is this why you were acting like such a bitch? You knew?! Why didn’t you tell me? Why couldn’t you give me just that one effort of decency!? Why don’t you love me?!” You yelled at him as a strike of lightning struck you couldn’t even find yourself to get scared.

“You wouldn’t stop prying, why wouldn’t I give in and have a little fun? I told you I was a monster. You insisted on otherwise why wouldn’t I tell you a lesson? It seems that was the only way you could learn.” He said slowly tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear.

“Hopefully you’ve learned your lesson to not trust a vampire especially when they warn you that they are soulless.” And then he too was gone.

Staring in the spot they all stood previously you felt your breathing pick up. You couldn’t help yourself but to cry harder. The pain in your heart was something you knew would never go away. No one ever forgets their first love and somehow they all were your first. Though you were crying, all you felt was numbness. The freezing rain was nothing compared to what you were feeling inside. You dropped down and laid on the hard tar road. The sound of the rain pounding against the ground was a constant reminder of what just happened.

You used to love rain. Now you think you hate it. It’s supposed to wash away all the bad and replace it with all the good it could possibly give. But what good could possibly come out of this? You don’t know how long you laid there all you knew was when you opened your eyes there Seth was. What was he doing here? Your vision was cloudy and everything sounded muffled. You were moving? Wait what was going on? You turned your head and squinted when you were faced by blue and red lights.

You tried moving your arm and doing so you let out a scream of pain. What the hell happened? What happened? Oh my god! You thought. Wait, were these your thoughts? What's going on?

“What happened?!” Charlie yelled out rushing to Seth.

“W-we need a doctor, a hospital! She got hit by a car it- the car it crashed into a tree. I don't think the people in it are okay, I think she- they-.” Seth was cut off by Sam’s voice. Seth was panicking but he knew he had to come here first Sam said so.

“We found her! She was in the woods.” Sam said, walking up to Charlie.

“Is she okay?! Where is Carlisle? I need to call him.” Charlie said. He was overwhelmed and didn’t know who needed his attention more.

“Didn’t you hear? The Cullens, they're gone.” Billy said, rolling up to see what was happening.

“Call the police.” Charlie said.

“You’re the Sheriff sir. Please hurry up, she needs a doctor!” Seth said trying not to freak out but Charlie was doing the same except he was in shock.

“I- Put her in my car. I’ll take her.” He commanded. Seth followed his instructions.

The rain still fell and that was all you knew. The one thing that came to your head and the only thing that came to you was.

What good would this bring?

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zapreportsblog · 6 months

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❝HUSBAND❞

✭ PAIRING : Edward Cullen x Reader

✭ FANDOM : Twilight

✭ SUMMARY : When Edward proposed to Bella he expected her to accept after all they were mates? Right? Wrong! Bella rejected edwards proposal breaking his undead heart in the process, not being able to withstand the aftermath Edward leaves home; only to return 2 years later but this time he’s married?!

✭ AUTHORS NOTE : I already know there is a story on here called the same story with the same cover (on quotev at least) mines had been edited to a clearer form, (again on quotev) that was my old account, (marveluserlovesmarbel again on quotev was my old and very first account) one of my first actually. If I can remember the login information from it I’d log back in and post my stories from their over here but for now enjoy the remake of said story :)

✭ QUOTEV VERSION

✭ HUSBAND MASTERLIST

✭ CHAPTER THREE : The Storm

Tension filled the air as Bella confronted the newfound presence of (Y/n) in Edward's life. She blinked in disbelief, her voice quivering as she stammered, "My love? Since when did this happen?"

Edward, sensing the impending storm, attempted to walk away with (Y/n) and even gestured for her to go inside. But (Y/n) was resolute and didn't budge. She glared at Bella, her voice dripping with ice, as she asked, "Who are you?"

Bella retorted, her tone growing defensive, "I'm Edward's girlfriend, and who are you?"

(Y/n) didn't waste a moment, showing off her ring with a fiery glare. "I'm his wife."

Bella's eyes widened in shock at the revelation. The words hung heavily in the air, and she was momentarily at a loss for words. She looked to Edward for help, but he maintained a blank expression.

Sensing Bella's vulnerability, (Y/n) couldn't contain her anger any longer. She stepped forward, poking Bella's chest with each word, her voice seething with righteous fury. "You've got some nerve showing your face around here. You made your grave; now lay in it."

Without waiting for a response, (Y/n) turned away from Bella and walked over to her husband, Edward. She looked deep into his eyes, her love and passion evident, and then, she pulled him into a long, passionate kiss. It was a declaration of their bond and a clear message to Bella that she was no longer a part of Edward's life. Bella watched them with a mixture of jealousy and regret, realizing that she had lost Edward. But she wasn’t one to give up easily. With a huff she yanks over her car door looking back at the couple, “I’ll be back later Edward,” and with a slam of the door she pulls out of the Cullen’s drive way.

Emmett the ever so innocent “viewer” in all this snorts, “Women am I right?!”

┉

Inside the house, (Y/n) had stormed in, seething with anger and frustration. She couldn't believe that Bella had shown up and disrupted the peace she and Edward had found together. She muttered to herself, unaware of the growing intensity of her emotions.

"How could that wench come here and think all would be fine and dandy?" (Y/n) ranted, her voice filled with exasperation.

Unbeknownst to her, the lights in the house began to flicker erratically. The others in the room exchanged puzzled glances, noticing the unusual phenomenon. Emmett, always one to comment on such things, blurted out, "Yo, what's up with the lights?"

Edward, realizing that it was (Y/n)'s powers reacting to her emotional turmoil, excused himself and made his way to where she was venting her frustrations. He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder and whispered soothing words, "Love, it's going to be okay. Please, try to calm down. Your powers are reacting to your emotions."

(Y/n) took a deep breath, her anger gradually subsiding as she focused on Edward's calming presence. The lights in the house gradually steadied, no longer flickering. She turned to him, her eyes filled with remorse for causing such a disturbance.

Edward reassured her, "It's alright, my love. We'll figure this out together. Bella is no longer a part of my life, and you are the one I choose to be with. I love you."

(Y/n) nodded, her anger giving way to a sense of relief and the warmth of Edward's love. They held each other close, finding solace in their bond, and slowly the tension in the house began to dissipate.

As Edward held (Y/n) close against his chest, her anger continued to simmer. She mumbled softly, her voice filled with frustration, "I just don't like it. How can she come back here thinking she would be welcomed with open arms? After hurting you? After unknowingly hurting your family?"

Edward kissed her forehead gently, trying to offer reassurance. "It's okay, my love. We'll work through this."

But (Y/n) couldn't contain her anger any longer. Her emotions surged, and as she shouted in frustration, a light bulb above them suddenly burst, scattering glass fragments on the floor.

Startled by the sudden noise, Alice, who had been observing the situation from the doorway, took a step back. She glanced at the shattered light bulb and then at the two of them, her eyes wide with surprise. With an uncertain smile, she said, "I'll just come back later," and quickly walked away, leaving Edward and (Y/n) alone to deal with the aftermath of this emotional exchange.

As (Y/n) pulled back from their embrace, her guilt about scaring Alice was evident in her eyes. She whispered, "Oh no, I scared Alice. I have to go apologize."

Edward gently placed a hand on her shoulder to stop her. "No, what you need to do is calm down, love. Alice will be fine. She's a vampire, remember?"

(Y/n) wasn't easily consoled. She replied, "That doesn't mean I didn't frighten her, supernatural being or not."

Edward couldn't help but chuckle, his laughter resonating in the room. "That's what I love about you, my dear."

(Y/n) playfully smacked his shoulder, her worry still evident. "This isn't a laughing matter, Edward. I used my powers unconsciously, and look, I even broke that poor, innocent light bulb."

Edward continued to chuckle, the sound of his laughter filling the room. "You're right, love, but it's just a light bulb. We can replace it. Besides, I’m sure Alice will understand.”

(Y/n) sighed, unable to resist a smile at her husband's laughter and reassurance. She realized that even in moments of turmoil, his presence had a way of calming her, and she felt grateful for the love they shared.

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Carlisle x reader - the peace of you

Hello, could I request your 2024 prompt number 3 with Carlisle X fem Reader? Maybe the reader is immortal and has lost her family/friends/lover and had been suffering with loneliness and abuse until she met Carlisle and his family? Because he's a vamp and he knows what it's like to outlive people? And Edward can hear how happy she is around his adoptive dad - Anon 💜

3: “He/she/they carry more anger and pain then the whole universe combined, I can see it. Betrayal, hurt, deception, heartache, they’ve been through it all. He/she/they walked through hell a thousand times.” “Why are you telling me this?” “Because the only time I’ve ever seen true peace in his/her’s/their eyes is when he/she/they saw you.”

Sitting in your shop, you rested your feet on the chair opposite you, flicking through some of the books you had delivered while a few people wondered the shop.

The door went, and the bell sounded.

“Afternoon.” You called.

“Hey, have you seen Edward?”

You glanced up at the teenager unimpressed, a straight looking on your face.

“I’m not his keeper, I don’t keep track of all the vampires in the area Bella. If you can’t find your boyfriend that’s not my issue.”

She furrowed her brows a little.

“Seriously? You always know where people are.”

“I’m a bounty hunter, I know where people are when they’ve got a bounty, Edward doesn’t, so, if you’re not here to buy something go away.”

“Just tell me.”

You narrowed your eyes at her and she shuffled back a little, making her way towards the doors before she left.

You didn’t like humans, but you had to live among them, and you especially didn’t like her.

So ready to just throw away her human life, everything she had just for a boy she met.

It annoyed you.

A few seconds later and the bell went again, and you grumbled.

“I already told you I don’t know where he is.”

“Well, that would be good to know except I’ve already found the person I was looking for.”

You set your book down and stood up, walking around the desk to stand in front of it as the other vampire walked around.

He smiled softly at you and you gave a tiny one back.

“What can I do for you Carlisle? You’re not my usual clientele.”

“No, I’m not here about a bounty, I was wondering if you had any of these.”

He handed you a list and you looked through, nodding to yourself.

“Yeah, I’ve got them. Do you want me to bring them to yours?”

“That would be wonderful, thank you so much.”

You smiled at him, setting the list on your desk and you glanced at him before turning away.

“Yeah, I’ll be around later that’s no problem. How is everything?”

He sighed, shaking his head.

“Honestly? It’s all over the place, but I can’t do anything about it, he loves her, we need to protect that.”

“Even if it means putting yourself in danger?”

“Everybody has someone, Bella is the someone Edward has, it’s important we protect that.”

You gave a small shrug.

“Maybe, but maybe it isn’t worth it.”

“I know you don’t fully agree with the way we do things, but I am really grateful for everything you do to help.”

“Don’t worry about it, you should go, I’ll sort these.”

Carlisle nodded, glancing at you one last time before he left.

The moment you came into town he was smitten with you, but he was finding it hard to grow close to you.

You kept everybody at arms length, you made it clear that you were by yourself, you did things your way with your own rules, and there wasn’t much they could do about it.

You didn’t hunt on their grounds, you ran your shop just outside their territory, but sometimes if they came to you for help you would help.

You were like a box of mysteries, just then he think he has you figured out there’s something new there that surprises him.

Later that night you turned up at their house with the box of books, and you carried it upstairs, setting it down on the counter and began to take them out.

You were talking to Rosalie and Alice about them, explaining what they were about and what was in them, and Carlisle stood across the room watching you.

“Why not ask her on a date?” Emmett asked.

Carlisle shook his head.

“I could never do that.”

“Yes you could, and you deserve it.” Edward said.

“She isn’t exactly the most social person, there is just no way she would agree, I think I would rather try be friends.”

Edward glanced at his adoptive father before looking at you.

You glanced at Carlisle, and all the noise Edward heard in your head just seemed to stop, then when you looked away it picked up again.

“She carry’s more anger and pain then the whole universe combined, I can see it. Betrayal, hurt, deception, heartache, they’ve been through it all. She walked through hell a thousand times.”

Carlisle turned to Edward, his back towards you.

“Why are you telling me this?”

Edward smiled a little, gesturing to you with his head.

“Because the only time I’ve ever seen true peace in her eyes is when she saw you.”

Carlisle turned back around to face you, and the moment you connected eyes with him you smiled.

“I think it’s worth a chance.”

With that, Edward left, and Carlisle walked over to help you, all the others quickly leaving.

“You seem to enjoy being around them.” He said.

“It’s nice knowing you guys get the whole immortality thing, and I don’t have to pretend to be something I’m not.”

“I understand that, it does get exhausting after a while.”

You nodded your head, resting your arms on the counter.

“At least when you’re human you know everything stops when you die, as a vampire you still have to live with all that pain from your human life and more. You have to do it alone.”

“You don’t have to.”

You turned to him, furrowing your brows a little.

“You can still find people, have a family, friends to support you.”

You scoffed a little.

“Nobody wants to be around a vampire who’s bounty hunter.”

Carlisle smiled softly, turning fully to face you.

“I do.”

You stood back up, looking at him utterly confused.

“I want to be around you, I would like to be with you. You’ve spent so long by yourself that you’ve forgetting life still has beautiful moments, even for a vampire, I want you to see that it still does. I want to see you smile (Y/N).”

“Carlisle…”

“If you don’t want that then it’s okay, I hope we can stay as friends but the offer is there, just a drink, that’s all. Nothing more unless that is what you want.”

You stared at him, and he could see the little spark in your eyes that was there when you saw him.

Usually you held a cold and callous look, but when you looked at him it was with nothing but pure softness, fondness.

“You don’t have to be alone..” he whispered.

“People will talk.”

Carlisle reached out, taking your hand in his.

“Then let them, I want you around, I know everybody else here wants you around as well.”

You smiled, looking away.

“I haven’t been for a drink in a while, I cant even remember what I like.”

He chuckled.

“Well, I have plenty of options for you to chose from.”

He raised your hand to his lips to kiss your knuckles before he let go.

“Take some time, think about it.”

“I will.”

You left a few moments later, his offer still running around in your head.

A life as a vampire wasn’t easy, and you thought there was nothing else too it, but you couldn’t lie when you said the world was definitely better when you were around Carlisle.

You didn’t have to think too much about his offer, you were going to accept, but you didn’t want to come across as too eager so you decided to wait before agreeing, and at least it would find you time to find something to wear.

Carlisle didn’t need Edward to tell him that you would agree to his offer, he could see it on your face, the pure happiness you had when he had asked.

He had a good feeling you would agree, and he couldn’t wait for you to tell him so he could see you again, because there was nothing in this world quite like you

#twilight #twilight x reader #twilight x you #twilight x y/n #twilight imagine #Carlisle Cullen #Carlisle Cullen x reader #carlisle Cullen x you #carlisle cullen imagine

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kimi240302 · 3 months

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Come back to me Part 2

A/N: Before you read this, I want you to know that my native language is different. So I am very sorry for any mistake. Nevertheless, I hope you will like my story and enjoy it.

A/N2.0; I have to confess, this part was finished yesterday, but I couldn't translate it into English because I had to cry for the first time with my own story.

Summary: The love story between Alec Volturi and Y/N Swan, was an unexpected one. Both didn't know what to make of each other when they found out they were soul mates. But they worked on it and created a beautiful strong love that not even Bella's hatred for the Volturi could destroy. But as in any good love story, tragedy was impossible to avoid in theirs. It came as unexpectedly as their love itself, and made the Cullens and Bella seem to win, while Alec and the Volturi were losing their light in the darkness.

Alec Volturi x Swan!Female!reader

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It all fell, it all fell down, it all fell down, eh It all fell down, it all fell down, it all fell down And all I gave you is gone it all fell down, it all fell down, it all fell down Thought we built a dynasty forever couldn't break up - Dynasty/ MIIA

Coldness Darkness Numbness

These were the first feelings that crept into Y/N's mind. She had the feeling that something was lying on her chest.

Something that prevented her from breathing.

Something that stopped her from opening her eyes.

Y/N tried to move her arms, to move anything, but the numbness inside her hindered her.

Voices around her grew louder, but she couldn't understand or recognize them.

Y/N tried to shout at them, to ask for help or simply to silence them, but she could do nothing.

Total helplessness spread through her, giving the darkness more power. The young girl tried harder and harder to fight the numbness, the darkness and the cold, but it didn't work.

She didn't know how long this feeling lasted, but she managed to open her eyes. She needed to blink several times to get used to the bright light. Groaning, she turned her head, paused and tried to move her hand to her throat.

"Don't."

A hand closed gently around her wrist. Startled, she flinched at the coldness of this hand. Her eyes drifted to the owner. He looked at her happily, which confused Y/N.

Carefully and thoughtfully, she let her gaze glide through the unfamiliar room. Y/N looked at each face individually, some familiar, others unfamiliar.

Her gaze returned to the man standing next to her. She looked at him closely. His black hair, his almost white shimmering skin, his red eyes that looked at her with so much hope.

Y/N released her wrist from his grip and opened her mouth,

"Who are you?"

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Alec didn't know exactly what he should be feeling right now. All he knew was that he had stumbled, or rather been thrown, from one nightmare into the the next.

"She can't remember anything?" Alec looked at Carlisle, who was standing in front of him. "Y/N recognized everyone just…" Bella interrupted him, "Except for you and your sister." She shrugged her shoulders. "That should be your cue to leave."

Jane stepped out from behind her brother, "Choose your next words wisely newborn or your eternity was only seconds after all!" Alec ignored them both and looked at the Cullen Doctor more sharply. "Y/N has been awake for less than 24 hours, I can't say with any accuracy what's going on yet." "Then make a guess." Alec looked at the blond vampire demandingly.

"It would appear that Y/N has lost part of her memory." Alec turned his head to the side and watched his mate, who had fallen back into a deep sleep. A window separated them, but Alec had the feeling that it wasn't just this window that separated him from Y/N, rather an entire universe.

"How could this happen, how could…" Alec had to collect himself for a moment and looked back at Carlisle, "You said there were no injuries that could have caused any major trauma, so what happened?" The man shook his head. "It could have been anything, the shock, the cold. I can't tell you. I'm sorry Alec." " Could her memories come back?" Alec looked at him hopefully. "I honestly can't say." Jane snorted, "Can you say anything at all about Y/N's condition?"

Bella stepped forward before Edward could stop her. "I'd show a little more respect if I were you. After all, it was Carlisle who saved her!" Jane looked at her angrily, "Careful…" Bella interrupted her, "Forget it. My sister was dying just a few hours ago and if I had to guess, I'd even say it was your fault." She turned to Alec, "Yours, to be exact." "How could it have been my fault?" Alec looked at her undefined. Bella shrugged her shoulders. "No one can explain what happened, why Y/N went off the road." Alec's eyes literally began to burn. "I would never…" "I'm not saying you did it, but you and the rest of your Volturi gang have enough enemies that were just looking for an opportunity to get their hands on Y/N alone."

Silence fell as Bella eyed Alec angrily. "You've never made a secret about her. Never hidden the fact that she is the 'sunshine of the Volturi'. But she was also never alone without one of you. This time she was."

"Enough Bella…" Carlisle raised a hand, but it didn't silence her. "Remember what I told her and you back then. Loving you will be the death of her and look where we've ended up. Look at my sister Alec, she barely escaped death." Bella took a few steps towards the black haired man. "I pray that Y/N won't remember you, because this way I can protect her from this world, this way I can protect her from your enemies." Bella turned and walked back to Edward, but paused once more, "If you truly love her Alec and want her safe, let her go. Let me take her away to where neither you nor any other can find her."

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"Alec?" Jane looked at him questioningly as she re-entered the hospital room. He was once again standing by Y/N's Bedside. " You would think, the way she's sleeping so soundly, that she's fallen back into a coma." He carefully stroked his hand through her hair.

"Are we just going to ignore what Bella said?" Jane looked more closely at her brother. Alec simply ignored her and gave Y/N his full attention. Jane snorted. "How about we just take Y/N with us. We can sort everything else out in Volterra and then…" Alec stopped running his fingers through Y/N's hair.

"She can't remember anything. No more of our time, no more of our world. That means Y/N is a normal woman again." Jane tilted her head. Alec gave her an annoyed look. "She can have everything I could never give her." Jane stood up straight again. "That would be?" "Children? Growing old? A life in the daylight!" Jane's expression changed to one of bewilderment. "If Y/N really wanted that, she would never have agreed to be changed." Alec looked at his sister. "Love blinds you to the things you've always wanted." Jane shook her head, "Alec…"

Alec lowered his gaze, leaned down to Y/N and placed a long kiss on her forehead. He separated his lips, remaining a few inches above her forehead. "I've waited so long for you, that I'm ready to let you go." The vampire stood back up, running his hand over his lover's cheek once more, "Find me in another life. In one where I get more time with you, in one where I can love you longer."

He turned away from the bed and tried to walk towards the exit, but Jane blocked his way. "If you do that, if you leave now, you'll regret it for the rest of your life." "And if I stay Jane? Then what?" Alec looked at Y/N again, "She got lucky this time. What if she's not lucky next time? I ignored it, for so long. But her life got more and more dangerous the closer I got to her." Jane shook her head, "Don't let Bella win. She's been trying to break you two apart since you got together." Alec looked down at his sister, "It's not about winning, it's about Y/N safety Jane. She's not safe with me or anywhere near her, no one is."

"What if Y/N wakes up one morning and can remember? She'll think you don't love her, she'll think you abandoned her!" Alec looked at his sister. "Jane…" "No!" the blonde vampire raised her voice, but Alec cut her off. "We're leaving Jane, my decision is final!"

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"Alec, it's been a long time since we've seen you in Volterra." Aro closed the book he had just opened and placed it on the table. Caius turned to the twins. "Is everything okay with Y/N?"

Demetri, Felix, Santiago, Afton and Chelsea looked back and forth between Jane and Alec. An awkward silence stretched out. Alec looked at his kings, "Y/N is awake."

No one said anything, they just watched the twins. Everyone realized that all joy was missing from Alec. He looked lost and Jane couldn't look at anyone. Her eyes were fixed on the ground, which was never the case.

"What happened?" Aro took a few steps towards Alec, but didn't want to touch him yet, he wanted to listen to his words first. "Y/N is no longer part of our world, she is no longer part of our lives. She can't remember anything from the last year." Alec looked Aro in the eye. "My mate woke up, but she woke up in a world I'm not a part of."

Caius stood up, "How?" Alec's gaze lowered to the floor. His voice broke, "Carlisle doesn't know." "Then we must bring her to us…" Caius wanted to continue, Aro silenced him with a raised hand. "May I see?" Aro held out a hand to Alec. The black-haired man immediately placed his hand in his king's.

After a minute, Aro let go of Alec's hand. "Is this the path you really want to take?" Alec looked back down at the ground. "You know she wanted to become one of us." Alec nodded and looked up. "She'd never be safe." "I know."

Aro turned and walked back to the table.

"Spread the word that Y/N is dead."

"What!" All the vampires in the room, excluding Jane, Alec and Aro shouted this at the same time.

"Our young friend has decided to give his mate, our sunshine, a mortal life. A life without the knowledge of the supernatural and away from our enemies. I support him and so do the rest of you."

Demetri shook his head and walked towards Alec. "You can't do this to us. Alec…" Alec looked at him blankly, "This isn't your decision to make." "How can you just let her go, how can you…"

Alec took a step towards Demetri, "Do you think this decision was easy? Do you think it's not tearing me apart? I love this woman with everything in my being, she's the other fucking half of my soul. Do you think the decision to let her go and know that she won't be in this world in eighty or ninety years was easy?" His voice broke and he shook his head. "Then you're an idiot, it's been the hardest decision of my life and I'll definitely regret it."

"Then why?" Felix looked at him questioningly, while others were shocked. No one had ever seen Alec get so emotional.

Jane gave a humorless laugh and drew attention to herself. "Because Bella managed to get inside his head." Confused, everyone looked back at Alec. He remained silent, but Jane continued, "She thinks that Y/N's car went off the road because one of our enemies made it do it."

"This is ridiculous!" Demetri tried to grab Alec's shoulder, but he slapped the blond vampire's hands away. "Really? We, the Volturi, have more than enough enemies. Everyone we care about has been killed. Think of the secretary who loved you Demetri and was killed because of it. The woman you loved Felix? Chelsea, why is Afton a vampire now? Why don't you ever let him go somewhere without you?"

Everyone looked at the floor.

"I thought so. Loving any of us Volturi is like a death sentence. I'm not willing to do that to Y/N when she's been given a second chance."

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hopenabi · 5 months

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Prompt: You and Jasper are hanging out at your house.

Reader! X Jasper Hale

Warnings : oral! F->M! , blowjob!, M-> F, cunnlings!, Spit!, deepthroating!, unprotected sex !, Creampie!, squirting! (Some others I may have missed)

*not proof read so I apologize for any errors*

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Readers POV:

“ I love you” you whisper up at him as you lay your head on his chest admiring him.

“I love you to darlin, more than you’ll ever know” he leans in to kiss you and you make out for a bit before you finally get up and say Prove it . He grins and pulls you closer kissing you passionately as his hands roam over your body.

“I’ll prove it to you everyday for the rest of eternity”

“Yeah?” You whimper out grinding against him. He sighs against your lips as you continue to grind against him breathlessly.

“Let me prove it to you?” You say needy for him.

“Oh darlin. You don’t have to you already have my heart and soul” he kisses you deeply moving his lips to suck on you neck.

“But” he whimpers. “If you have something in mind I’m more than willing to oblige” he says teasingly. You climb off of him and lower your self down to his erection. You hurly unbutton his pants and push them down to his thighs as you stroke him though his briefs.

“Impatient are we ?” He says yet leans back and allow you to finish taking off his clothes, leaving his heavy cock out for you to admire. His cock is throbbing and beads of pre-cum coat the tip.

You take you hand and grab the base stroking him up and down as he groans at your motions.

“Just like that baby”

You take your tongue and spread the pre-cum all over his tip, you spit dribbling down him as you do. Finally you take him into your mouth and begin sucking on him.

You decide you can go further and you push him into your throat, gagging. You look up at him through teary eyes as you bob up and down on him.

You can feel your pussy getting wetter at the sounds he makes for you. Wet spot growing on the pretty white Lacey panties you wore just for him.

“Oh fuck. Your so good at this.” He moans out placing his hands in your hair to control your pace. You moan around him making him whimper out at the vibrations.

He starts fucking up into your throat creating noise. Ack… Ack… Ack… Ack sounds through you bedroom as his tips hits the back of your throat.

“Ah fuck…darlin I’m gonna come…. God your mouth is a vice” he moans out breathlessly. He pulls out of your mouth and you catch you breathe. He looks wordlessly at your fucked out state as tears run down your cheeks and saliva coats your lips as it dribbles down to you chin.

You cheekily smile up at him.

“ come in my mouth” you say and he taps his tip on your lips smearing the salvia there. Then pushing into your warm mouth once again.

“Oh shit” he chuckles out as he begins to fuck your throat again. The sounds your throat makes masking his moans as he reaches his orgasm.He starts groaning and thrusting harder as he gets closer.

Haah…Haah…Haah… is all that’s heard along with your gagging. You loook up at him once more making eye contact with him through your tears finally bringing him to his release.

“Such a good girl.” He says panting out trying to catch his breathe.

“Come here, it’s mine turn to show you how much I love you” he says moving so he’s on top of you. His hands roaming up your body to take off you T-shirt. His fingers gently gliding over your nipples causing them to harden.

You whimper.

“Shh. It’s okay baby. I’m gonna take good care of you”

He carefully takes off the rest of your clothes. Groaning when he sees the wet spot on your panties.

“Is this for me?” He says toying with the little bow on the front of your underwear then dragging his fingers to brush against your clit and play with the wetness of the fabric of your underwear.

You whimper and nod.

“Words darlin”

“Yes sir” you say timidly as your body shivers at his touch. He pushes himself further down your body kissing your stomach and then thighs starting from you knees to were you ache for him. He licks the wet panties and you moan out, eyes rolls back at the sensitivity.

“Hmm. Such a pretty pussy, Made just for me

….I bet if I fucked your right now, I’d have you creaming all over me”

You whimper at his words and grind up into his face.

“Please?”

“Since you ask so nicely” he says taking off your underwear and he groans at the string of slick that comes with it. He throws your panties somewhere in the room and grabs your hips to bring you to his face. With two fingers he opens you up blowing on your clit.

“Oh fuck… please” you whine out

“I’m sorry darlin… I’ll stop” He says as he sticks his tongue between your folds, lapping up your wetness. You moan into you hand. However, the sound of his lapping is much more profound than the sounds you are making.

He continues eating you out like a staved man as you lay limp in his hands, eyes rolling back and legs shaking.

“Can I come please” you ask pleadingly as you look up at him with tears in your eyes.

He doesn’t answer but Instead inserts two fingers into you, causing you to moan loudly. “Oh fuck… please”.

He quickly thrust his fingers in and out of you creating a squelching noise of approval from your soaked pussy. Fingers going in … Squelch and then out … Squelch. You continue to moan loudly as you chase your orgasm.

“Come on darlin. Come on my fingers” he says as he sucks your clit into his mouth. Making you spasm out as you moan and cum in his mouth.

He hurriedly licks up all your arousal as it comes out. Finally you come down from your orgasm and melt into your mattress. He climbs on top of you grabbing you cheeks to get you to open up you mouth and you obey as he spits into your mouth letting you taste yourself.

Finally you prop yourself up and see he’s hard again, despite cumming in your mouth a couple minutes ago. You grab him and pull him onto of you as you kiss him.

“I want you to fuck me now” you say as grind up on him. Your pussy spreading to slide him through your folds and hit your clit causing you to whine out.

“ yeah? Want me to fill you up?” He says grinding on you as you whine out from the simulation of your clit.

“I’m sensitive” you say pushing him back a little.

He finally grabs you legs spreading them to get a good view of you. He spits down on your cunt and spreads it with his tip. He begins pushing in while pushing your legs to your shoulders.

“Oh fuckkkkk” you moan out as his tip stretches you out. You groan at the size of him. Grabbing onto the bed sheets and throwing your head back as you try your best to accommodate him inside you. As he’s pushing into your legs start shaking again.

“Shit. Baby. Are you that sensitive?” He says looking down at you and swiping at your clit causing you to moan out again.

“Come on darlin. I know you can do it.” He says as he continues pushing in. You try and clam down again.

“It’s too big. It’s not gonna fit” you say whinning out at the pressure he’s putting on your walls. His tip already reaching parts of you no one else can.

“I’ll make it fit”

Finally he’s bottoms out and moans as you clench around him, tightening to the point where he can’t move.

“Relax darlin” he says as he kisses you to soothe you , he slowly starts rocking back and forth as he feels you relaxing you hold on his cock.

“Oh god” you say eyes rolling back. As you break the kiss. He trust deep into you causing you to moan out loudly and cover your mouth with your hand causing him to chuckle out a laugh at your attempt at quieting down.

“Pussy is so good, darlin”

“Made just for me”

Huh. You moan out as he keeps hitting deep inside you. He holds your legs to your chest as he begins to thrust harder into you causing you to scream out his name.

“Oh fuck… oh fuck.. oh fuck… Jasper!”

“Shit baby. You’re so tight for me. Gonna have to fuck you more so that you get used to me” he says as he rocks into you faster.

“Come on baby. Come for me.” He says as he plays with you clit. You moan out in sensitivity causing your legs to shake again. Huh.

please… please… please you scream out like a mantra as Jasper fucks you harder.

“Oh fuck please” you say one last time as you begin to cum all over his cock.

“Ah… shit” you moan out as you finally come down from your orgasm. You and Jasper both look down at where you join together and see a thick white ring of your cum around his cock eveytime he pulls out.

“Oh fuck” Jasper moans out as he continues to chase his high. “You so fucking sexy”

You moan out at his words and feel your second orgasm approaching fast “ oh god” you say eyes rolling back at the sight.

“Come with me, darlin… please” he whines out as he nears his orgasm. You nod at him as you begin to tweak you nipples as Jasper thrusts into you and plays with your sensitive clit.

“Oh god it feels funny” you say worried.

“It’s okay baby.” He says trying to comfort you. As you begin to reach your orgasm and your moans get more high pitches.

“Ohhhh shittt” you say as you squirt. Jasper looks down at you amazed at how intense your orgasm is and slightly proud of his work. He continues to fuck into you causing your legs to start shaking and you to whimper eveytime he thrust.

“Oh fuck Darlin. I’m gonna cum” he moan out.

“Yeah?” You whine

“Come in me please” you say as you wrap you legs around him so he’s closer to you. Your two sweaty body’s joining together as you kiss passionately as he comes inside you, groaning out at the feeling of you sucking jim dry.

You whine out at the feeling of finally being filled up.

“So good baby” you whisper into his ear.

“You always fuck me so good”

“Yeah?” He says as he begins to get up and look down at his cum seeping out of your hole. He pushes his cock back into you to fuck his cum inside.

“Oh god… please… I’m so sensitive” you say trying to push him away, yet not really wanting to actually stop.

“Hmmm” he says as he finally stops and pulls out.

You finally lay limp on the bed as you take in what just happened.

“I think you broke me” you say laughing. He chuckles at your dramatics and gets you up and into the bathtub where he has filled it up with soap and warm water to wash you.

“You always say that after everytime” he states matter of factly and you smile up at him and give him a kiss.

“Aren’t you getting in?” You ask as he leaves you to wash up.

“I am. I’ve just gotta change the sheets” he says raising his eyebrows as you blush in embarrassment.

“Sorry” you squeak out.

“For what?… being sexy?” He responds as he leaves the room.

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volturissideslut · 16 days

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Could we see Emmett with a size kink??? I feel like he would end up splitting them in two. I also really feel like he would get off on being bigger than his partner!!!

𝕰𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖙𝖙 𝕮𝖚𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖓

OF COURSE WE CAN

Yes, Emmett loves the size difference between the two of you. Innocent things like reaching over your head to grab something, opening tricky jars for you and picking you up with ease. And yes, he'd let you put a bow on his arm and then flex for you

However not all of it is oh so innocent.

Very few people can make a nice walk through the woods with your partner the best sex of your life, but Emmett is one of them.

The tree he had you up against has been far more than splintered, and now lies destroyed on the floor.

He had given up on hoping you would be supported by anything from the force of his thrusts, and now he just lifts you effortlessly with his hands on your thighs. One big hand of his covering so much of underneath you

Tucked all nicely into his chest, biting the fabric of his shirt is the only way to even somewhat muffle the moans you're letting out. Not that it's much use, the way he's stretching you out so deliciously feels too good to for coherent thoughts, let alone think to muffle yourself properly.

Realistically, the only thing moving is his arms as they slam you up and down on his cock and simultaneously show of the taut muscles on his upper arms, feet dangling over his broad shoulders.

Not that this is the only time he uses the size of his arms to his advantage, no. Once he had you stood in front of a mirror so you could see how large he was in comparison. Hands so big cupping your boobs that bras would be rendered useless, fingers so thick in you that thoughts are rendered useless.

And yes, he would let you put a bow on it.

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velvetcloxds · 2 years

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DOCTOR'S ORDERS | C.C.

pairing: carlisle cullen x fem!reader

word count: 1.2k

warnings: flu symptoms and whatnot

summary: it's rather difficult hiding the fact that you're sick when your boyfriend is a doctor, even harder when he lives in a house full of vampires

Your stubbornness would be the death of you, Carlisle had told you so many times before, but you’d always disagree, of course, or else it would be extremely out of character. Now, however, you were in the middle of one of those frustrating times where he was right and if you weren’t already ill, you’d surely drive yourself sick with spite. You’d woken up with a rather awful cold, not at all sure where it came from and what you’d done to meet such an unlucky fate, but you were all but knocking on heaven’s door, convinced you’d meet your end before that sun would set- but there was no way you were going to admit that out loud. Which is how you found yourself walking around the woods with half of the Cullen clan, in search of the perfect spot for Edward and Bella’s wedding day, dreading every single second of it.

“We could create a flower arch over here,” Alice thought out loud, gesturing between two large trees, Jasper nodding in obedient agreement trying to envision what she was picturing, though no one could quite see things the way Alice did, except Edward, of course, who was seeing the whole scene first hand.

“Y/n, are you listening?” Bella sighed softly, concern tilting into her brow as she looked at you, your eyes drawn thin as you regretted every second of overexposed sunlight. “I asked if you had any idea what she was saying but I see now you’re even more lost than I am,” she explained and stepped forward almost motherly when you suddenly leaned back against a tree, a dizzy spell sneaking up on you as you took a lazy breath of air through your pained lungs. “You don’t look so well, you know,” she stated, your faux smile doing nothing to prove her wrong.

“I’m fine, Bells,” you attempted, contradicting yourself when a dry cough shook through your lips, almost causing you to stumble less Bella reached out to steady you, the entire notion enough to prompt Edward to speed over, brows tilting in confusion at Bella’s concern.

“She’s sick,” Edward noted, and were you in a fighting state, you’d have scorned him for slipping into your head without consent but there was no need, he noticed that as well. “Sorry, but you were hardly planning on telling me otherwise,” he sighed and smiled when you scrunched your nose at him. “Or anyone else for that matter,” he scoffed, sharing a look with Alice to send for Carlisle as he lifted a hand to your forehead, needing to pull his hand away at the sheer contrast the extreme heat had with his own skin. “Carlisle is waiting in his office,” he stated quite simply, nodding at Bella to let you go before taking you in his arms and speeding into the mansion.

“Put her down over here,” Carlisle rushed, adjusting the pillow on his office stretcher before helping Edward to guide you into place, offering you that familiar pitied smile in the process. “Stubborn girl,” he tutted, hand ready to take hold of yours as you reached for him, pouting at the simple scorning you’d received by merely a few words.

“No fair,” you sighed, giving into his touch as he proceeded to check your fever as well, frowning at the idea that you were already burning up, your body begging for some relief from the difficult task of fighting whichever bug you’d picked up. “Can’t hide anything from you.”

“And why on earth would you want to?” he hummed, smoothing the crease from your forehead, Edward leaving the room as his further presence seemed pointless. “What could be so awful about having me take care of you?”

“You’re not the problem,” you informed him, falling into that familiar daze brought on by being around him, being touched by him- even if his current touch was aimed at trying to discern all of your symptoms, a subtle act that was anything but subtle. “Doctor Cullen, however, he’s a bit of a pain,” you feigned seriousness as he scoffed lightly, nodding as if in understanding as he helped you sit up.

“So I’ve heard,” he agreed, and you knew what came next, a familiar routine he’d always follow whenever you were sick, so familiar that you were already leaning into him, arms securing around you as he began walking you to the bathroom. “Tell you what,” he began with his tone dipping lightly, indicating that he had a deal to be made as he set you down onto the edge of the bathtub, one hand flipping the water open and the other keeping you steady. “After we get your fever down, and get some medicine in you, I don’t see why we can’t arrange for your bedrest to be done in the living room.”

“Really?” you beamed at that, coughing into the nook of your elbow at the sudden excitement but not regretting it at all as your watery eyes looked up to meet his golden ones, his own lips dancing with a suggestive smile.

“Really, as long as you promise to slow down for a bit and let me take care of you,” he bargained, and he knew you were already setting aside your objections when you allowed him to slowly start undressing you, fingers so delicate you barely felt them as they worked. “Does that sound good?” he prompted, kneeling in front of you with his hands on your knees as you nodded, but he knew you were set out for more when you started undoing his tie, the material brushing over your tremored fingers. “What are you doing, trouble,” he demanded with a raised brow, and he had to bite back an intrigued smirk when you threw the tie onto the floor.

“Will you join me?”

“Would that make you feel better?” he already knew the answer, knew that once you’d get over your initial unwillingness to be coddled the neediness would sink in, the unimaginable desire to have him with you until you were better and he’d never fight it, never deny you of the only medicine you were ever willing to let him give you.

“More than you know.”

“Very well,” he agreed in defeat, watching in admiration as you moved your attention to unbuttoning his shirt, so focussed, so lost in the promise of him holding you in his arms that you could almost feel yourself feeling better already without any treatment at all. “We need to do whatever it takes to get you better,” he declared, dying all over again at the sweet little hum you offered in reply.

“Doctor’s orders?” you suggested, and he couldn’t stop himself from brushing a quick kiss on your temple as you leaned forward to pull his shirt off.

“Doctor’s orders.”

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sugarplumsandmoonpies · 1 year

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‘Dedicated to You’

Carlisle Cullen x female reader

Word Count: 4.8k

Summary: Carlisle loves your voice, so you decide to make him a cover album of you covering famous songs. Unfortunately, during production, you begin to push him away, in order to keep it a surprise until the very end.

A/N: hi, hello, me again - I was so overwhelmed with the love for ‘Walking Art’, thank you to all those who read it and enjoyed it. Not only am I glad that there’s a substantial audience of Carlisle lovers out there, but I’m glad that y’all liked my work. I know sometimes it’s hard to get lost in some fanfics, as they can be specific - i.e., some people might not fw this because they’re not musically inclined, but over the years I’ve just been able to get lost in fics and roll with it. I guess what I’m saying is that I hope you can get lost in it too, because there are some beautiful fics out there like that.

At the very end, I’ve listed a bunch of songs that inspired me through this process or that I listened to after the conception of this idea, that really stuck with me. If you’d like to listen to these songs while you’re reading, here is a link to a Spotify playlist with all the songs on it: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4KFlxBk4OVy6Cmnv9Jgruz?si=f907d71cdfd54160 x

Dividers by the wonderful @firefly-graphics <3

You were, by no means, famous; it’s not like people were recognising you in the street - people who weren’t local to Forks, Washington anyway. In your mind, you were just someone who enjoyed singing, had a good voice and the financial means to buy studio time. You had a humble couple of hundred monthly listeners on Spotify, which was pretty good for some random person singing out of the tiny town. People around town obviously knew you, considering you were regularly on the musical circuit. Events, bars, weddings - you did ‘em all. And that’s where you first met each other.

Carlisle isn’t one to socialise beyond his means, it’s just easier that way. But in a town where everyone knows everyone, you end up looking a bit ‘weird’ when you never go out. A few of the doctors and staff from the hospital like to get together outside of work every couple of months, just as a nice way to spend time together. An invitation is always extended to Carlisle, but rarely does he attend these outings. When he does accept, it’s just to decrease suspicion. He gives people just enough to not be suspicious or curious about his life and family, while still managing to be a friendly and warm person. He’s a listener, anyway. The hospital staff are a tight-knit group, so there are sad faces whenever Carlisle says he can’t attend - imagine it when he tells them he can make it; it’s pandemonium. This time was the same.

“We’re meeting at Turner’s Bar. Everyone else is more-or-less here already” the text read; his signal to leave. Grabbing his coat, wallet and keys, he bid farewell to his adopted children and drove down to the centre of town. The further he drove in, the heavier the rainfall. The light patter soon became thunderous. He hoped this wasn’t an omen for the rest of the evening.

It was pretty lively for a Saturday night - more so than it usually is. Carlisle parked up, doing his best to fight against the rain and the brisk wind, and made his way through the door to the bar.

Turner’s Bar was one of the only two bars in town, so it needed to be appealing, and it showed. The large, long rectangular room with navy blue walls was illuminated with warm yellow light, coming from sconces that looked like tiny little lanterns. Black and white photographs of the town and maps of the original layout of Forks littered the wall in varying sizes in black frames. Matching floor-length navy drapes hid the frosted glass and downpour outside from the merry patrons. Tables were strategically positioned all throughout the room, taking advantage of every inch of available space, with built-in benches and tables of multiple shapes and sizes. The bar was at the back centre of the room. A wooden floor surrounded the vicinity of the dark wood bar and taps of pretentious IPAs and institutional beers were situated at either end. Three shelves were adorned with various different types of hard liquor and spirits. Hand-drawn chalkboards were hung on pillars by the bar, and around the entire room, listing the selection of drinks available. A cushy, spongy dark carpet was laid on the floor, supporting the many chairs patrons sat down on, and felt quite nice underfoot.

‘It’s pretty packed’, Carlisle thought to himself while weaving his way through the many people who stood and sat around near the bar, extending an ‘excuse me’ or ‘pardon’ whenever he had to pass through a blockade of people.

“Carlisle!” a yell from Mary, the resident oncologist, brought his attention to his colleagues packed into the corner “over here, we saved you a seat!”

Carlisle raised his hand and waved, making his way over to them, grabbing the final chair.

“It’s, uh, it’s kinda busy tonight? Like, it’s packed”, he said while sitting, gesturing to the whole bar.

“Yeah, that’ll be because there’s a performer in tonight - a singer”, Mary told him.

“Not just any singer!” Adam, the critical care nurse, leaned across the table “she’s Fork’s own little celebrity!” he practically yelled, trying to be heard over the other patrons.

Sure enough, Carlisle looked up to see a lit-up stage area around ten feet away from him. There was an empty stool, microphone stand, guitar and amp ready to go.

“I don’t think I’ll know her” Carlisle sheepishly admitted, “I prefer the oldies”.

Adam laughed, “and don’t we know it!”

Carlisle smiled back at Adam, seemingly excited about the thought of a ‘drink’ and a show.

All of a sudden, the bar became very quiet.

Mary leant in towards Carlisle “so how was your shif-”,

Before she could finish, Adam leant over, “shhhhhhhut up, shut up, she’s coming on!” he aggressively whispered while waving his hands, making the both of them chuckle at his excitement for the town’s little entertainment treasure.

And that’s when he saw you. A gift from the angels themselves. Wearing a white, flowing dress - completely inappropriate given the bleak Forks weather - with an assortment of fine jewellery littering your wrists and neck, you practically floated onto the stage. Cheers from the patrons erupted as you waved at everyone, taking a seat on the stool. Your dress wafted ever so delicately from the slight breeze in the room, adding to the ethereal aura that seemed to surround you. Your skin glistened underneath the small, but mighty stage light, eyes sparkling and teeth gleaming. You were truly a vision - and Carlisle was completely bewitched.

It was as if the whole room faded to black, leaving just the two of you. He couldn’t bear to remove his eyes from you, lest you magically disappear from his view, never to be seen again. He felt the urge to be near you at all times, to completely surround himself with you. He was truly enamoured by you - a feeling that would only grow.

You began to adjust the microphone stand, leaning closer towards the microphone.

“Hi everyone”, you beamed at the crowd “thank you for coming out!”

You looked out at the crowd, eyes briefly scanning the audience. You were in awe of the turnout and made it known.

“Shit~ this is a big crowd. Guess I have a reputation now, huh?” you joked, earning a laugh from them.

“Now how’s about we get this show on the road?” you questioned the audience, leaning to grab the guitar to your right. They cheered again in response as you put the strap around your shoulders.

“You guys should know the drill by now: a couple of my songs and a couple of hits for everyone in the room; a good excuse for a sing-a-long.”

Carlisle still hadn’t taken his eyes off you, he sat and counted his blessings for being able to be so close to you - he had a perfect, uninterrupted view. Your speaking voice was like velvet to him, god knows the hold you would have over him when you began to sing.

“Now this is a song”, you began wistfully, “of a boy who turned up into town one day, whisked me away and broke my heart”

The crowd let out a mix of “awws” and “boos” on behalf of said boy. You swear you heard someone shout “fuck him!” from the back corner of the room.

You giggled, and continued, raising your arm and extending your index finger, signalling them to stop, “but that’s alright, that’s alright! Gave me some good writin’ material and a song that’ll tug on your heartstrings.”

‘One... two... three...’ you counted yourself in.

Halfway through the set, that’s when you noticed him - how you didn’t see him until then, you have no idea - you really couldn’t miss him. Sat on a chair and surrounded by a group of people, there he was. His eyes never left you, and you felt like you were the only two people in the room. It’s as if you were singing directly to him. He looked so elegant, was dressed so suave and was absolutely gorgeous to boot. Despite the house lights being dimmed, you could see his eyes twinkle, almost like he recognised you were looking back at him. His eyes were a warm, rich, unforgettable colour you had never seen before on another person. His skin was akin to porcelain, so flawless and smooth. His slicked-back blonde hair only added to his elegance. He was a vision.

For the rest of the set you felt his eyes on you, and you loved it. Knowing someone as handsome as him couldn’t stop looking at you was a thrill. There was a newfound confidence to you - was it because of him?

Eventually, your time on stage was nearing its end. You remained seated on the stool, basking in the round of applause and chants of “ENCORE, ENCORE!”, catching his eye every now and then. You reached for the microphone, pulled it off the stand, and began speaking.

“So, I think it’s clear that you guys are the best crowd I’ve had yet!”

The crowd erupted with cheers and whistled for a good fifteen seconds - Carlisle being one of them. You laughed into the microphone before carrying on

“I hate to go, but I have to leave”. The crowd began to throw mock boos at you, which you loved. You continued, “but, but, but - you can find me at the bar, where you can grab a drink for yourself, and one for me!”

Once again, the audience swiftly changed their tune and sounded off a round of ‘whoop-whoop!’’s before you placed the microphone back on the stand and shouted “GOODNIGHT FORKS!” like you were some kinda rockstar.

You made your way off the ‘stage’, the rush from performing not leaving anytime soon. You were really proud of yourself - you did some amazing crowd work and you sang the best you had in a long time. Usually, something happens that manages to dampen your mood or feelings towards the set; whether that be a heckler, rowdy patrons disrupting your set with a fight of some description, or you hitting the wrong note. It’s easy to hyper-fixate on these things. But this time? No notes.

Carefully walking down the final step, you wave at a couple of friends and acquaintances you spotted during the show, making your way over to the bar. That was until you were accosted by someone.

“Hi, y/n? I just had to tell you I’m a massive fan and that set was just… it was just amazing, I really don’t know how you manage to sing like that! I, uh, listen to you on Spotify non-stop, I’m glad I managed to catch a live show!” the man blurted out.

You smiled and chucked slightly “Oh, I’m glad you enjoyed it! Thank you for the kind words…” you trailed off, hoping to find out his name.

He looked at you expectantly, before finally realising what you wanted from him. “O-o-oh, oh, OH, my name is Adam!” he laughed at himself.

“Well, I’m glad you enjoyed it, Adam. Knowing people like my work is really important to me, so thank you for taking the time to catch me” you beamed at him, genuinely thankful for his generous words. You looked past his shoulder to see the table he came from. He was on that table and looking directly at you again. Now was the time. You needed to speak to him while you had the courage to.

“So, Adam” you started “you look like you have a good group o’ friends over there”, you looked at him before pointing to the table behind him.

Wordlessly, he took your arm and marched you over to the group.

“GUYS” he yelled “this is the one and only, y/n”, releasing his grip from you, you approached each person one by one, giving a quick side hug and peck on the cheek, exchanging a warm “lovely to meet you, thank you so much for coming”.

Then you got to him. He towered over you, looking at you with sheer adoration and infatuation. It was almost as if time slowed down when you stood in his vicinity. He smelled of sandalwood and vanilla, making him all the more intoxicating. His eyes were even more magnificent up close. You decided to stop ogling him though - it was looking a bit weird.

You reached in to give him a side hug and a peck on the cheek, just like you did with the others, but this was different. As soon as you touched one another, your whole body became warm, despite the fact that he was actually quite cold. It felt like you were being electrocuted; sparks! His strong arms found their way to your lower back while yours wrapped around the back of his neck, bringing him closer to you. Begrudgingly, you pulled away before going to give him a quick kiss on his cheek - and that sealed the deal for you. You felt whole. Your heart was beating insanely fast, and you felt so heady all of a sudden - all from being near him and having the littlest contact with him.

You fully pulled away, smiling an infectious smile, which he returned. “I’m y/n.”

“Beautiful”, he breathed, “I’m Carlisle”.

Since that night, you’ve been inseparable. Carlisle has been your biggest fan since and has been an endless pool of inspiration. He’s shown you a world full of love that you can’t even begin to imagine, and can’t even begin to thank him for. He’s been the biggest source of inspiration for you and your musical guinea pig. You play him songs you’re currently working on, and old favourites of his.

He loves when you sing about past loves and relationships, so afterwards he can snake his arms around you and boast about how you’re his, now. You love how secure he makes you feel, and in turn, you shower him with just as much love and affection.

Carlisle was no stranger to the studio you sang out of. You would frequently pull all-nighters in the small recording studio, food wrappers piling up in the waste bins and bottles lined up on the sides like trophies. A small weekend bag could be found under the mixing table, full of fresh clean clothes and various bits of technology and books. You would constantly work yourself to the bone until a song was perfect; you couldn’t rest, otherwise. Carlisle would come and see you in the late evening and stay with you until the early hours of the morning, only leaving because you insisted he go home to get some sleep (surprise surprise).

But instead of going home, he’d watch you from afar. He’d seen everything - your dance breaks to keep your energy up and lift your spirits, your crazy vocal warm-ups, you reading a book for an hour while sipping a warm drink in order to soothe your vocal cords, or just sitting off and staring into space. Sometimes he’d even catch you crying in sheer frustration because you weren’t having a good day. Those were the times he wanted to go to you and provide you with the comfort you so desperately needed but couldn’t because, apparently, he went to bed hours ago. He would sit and listen to you sing song after song, multiple times - he never got tired of hearing your voice.

“You know, I think you should keep that voice a secret, something just for me”, he would say softly while playing with your hands, admiring them, and eventually wrapping his around them. And every time he did, it made your heart flutter.

That’s how the idea was born; a cover album. You wanted to record a selection of songs for Carlisle to listen to, songs that reminded you of him and your time together. But you needed to keep it a secret; you wanted to surprise him.

So, for the past few months, you worked on your little project for him. But since you needed to keep this under wraps, you stopped asking him to go to the studio. Carlisle thought this was strange, but you just told him you were experiencing writer's block, so there was no point in him coming over to watch you do nothing. Sometimes he’d ignore your request and spontaneously turn up unannounced. When he did, you wouldn’t sing anything new around him, just some old songs - sometimes you wouldn’t sing at all, just talk. He’d leave after a while, despondent. He’d try again in another couple of days, he always did.

‘All I want to do is spend time with her. What’s going on?’ was all Carlisle could think about. He didn’t know what to think anymore. You did everything you could to distance him from you while you were in the studio, almost as if you were rushing him out for some reason. You stopped brainstorming new music for him and you didn’t serenade him with random little songs anymore. He was really worried about you, you had never hidden anything from him, so what’s going on?

You were so passionate about doing this for him and so excited to surprise him. Sadly, this translated into you neglecting every other project you had going on, and some aspects of your life. When you went home, you would listen to the songs on repeat and sing along with them until your voice was hoarse. You stopped arranging plans with Carlisle, only doing things when you realised it had been a while since you had last seen each other. In your mind, the more time you spent not working on it, the longer he’d be waiting for it - and you wanted him to have it as soon as possible. You would wake up, go to the studio until late, get home in the early hours of the morning, eat, shower and sleep. That had been your life since you started.

You were tired, but you just needed a little while longer, and then you could show him your hard work.

On the other hand, Carlisle couldn’t go on like this for much longer. All he did was sit and think about you. He tried to fill the void by listening to your songs and the voice notes you had send him in the past, but they weren’t enough.

Carlisle was sitting in his study. It was dark outside. Rain pattered on the windows the same way it did the night you two first met. The silence was deafening. The work on his desk had been untouched for the last hour or so - you were on his mind again and there was no way he could focus now. He craned his head to the left, looking at the clock; 2:33am. Huffing loudly, he turned in his chair, now facing the large floor-to-ceiling windows that surrounded his office. He knew he needed to confront you about the way you had been acting.

‘It’s someone else. She’s met someone else and they’re going around there instead’, ‘she doesn’t want you around, you’re too clingy’, ‘you never give her enough space’, and ‘she’s not in love with you anymore’ were the only thoughts running through his head, now. No matter how many times he swatted them away, telling himself that you would never do that to him, they still came back. He needed answers. His heart was breaking, bit by bit. Every tight-lipped smile you gave him, every back pat and every time you pulled away from his embrace broke him. These weren’t big issues in the grand scheme of things, but Carlisle needed you more than you realised, and each action was disheartening.

Almost as if a fog cleared, Carlisle came back to reality. His eyes darted around the room before bolting out of his chair. Grabbing his car keys from the desk drawer and his jacket from the hook, he marched down the stairs through the kitchen, passing the Cullen/Hale children on his way out.

Rosalie squinted at him curiously, while Emmett asked “where are you go-”

The front door slammed shut before he could finish.

Heads turned towards Edward, wanting an answer.

“Just some... stuff, you know. Emotional… things” he flatly answered, earning a collective nod from the group.

Carlisle ragged the car door closed, starting the car up and speeding off down the winding, rain-soaked roads of Forks. The closer he got to the studio, the more urgent he became in his mission. He bolted out of the car as soon as the key was out of the ignition. Running to the studio, he noticed there was no light emanating from the property.

‘Sh-she should be here? When is she ever not here?’ Carlisle’s mind raced with endless possibilities of the bad things that could’ve happened to you since you weren’t there.

Then, through the doubt and panic clouding his mind, one clear thought came to him: ‘she’s at home’.

“That… makes a lot of sense” he whispered to himself, placing his hands in his coat pocket to dig his keys out, preparing to drive to your home.

Meanwhile, you had stepped out of the shower no more than half-an-hour ago. With pyjamas on, wet hair slicked back and ablutions finished, you settled yourself into bed. But you couldn’t rest.

Across the room, your laptop was open on your desk. You had spent the day working on the album at home - there wasn’t much left to do, other than finalising the order of songs and deciding if you were going to make it publicly available for everyone to stream, or going ‘old-fashioned’ and burning a CD for him only.

‘Maybe I could gift it to him on vinyl?’ you thought, soon shuddering at the thought of the cost.

Now that you were at the finish line, you were so excited to have Carlisle back in the studio with you. You missed his company. Every time you had to shoo him away, you felt terrible, but you needed to be that way for it to be a surprise. Looking over and seeing him sitting, eyes trained on you, was a sight you longed to have back. He was such an integral part of your process now, you couldn’t believe how you worked without him, before. You were so thankful to have him by your side with every endeavour you pursued.

'At least once this is over, we can go back to normal.’

Suddenly, there was a loud, incessant rapping at your front door, cutting through the ambient silence of your apartment.

Your heart immediately began to race - ‘who the fuck knocks like that on someone’s door at-’ you leant over to your bedside table and tapped your phone screen to check the time ‘-three in the morning?!’.

Slowly, you crept out of the bedroom, making your way down the short hallway, past the kitchen and to the front door. The thought of ‘at least I locked it’ did not provide you with the comfort you thought it would.

You edged closer to the door, using the peephole to check who was there. And that’s when you saw Carlisle. His palm was placed flat against his forehead, head positioned up to the ceiling and eyes closed. He was frowning - something was wrong.

“Carlisle?” you softly spoke while moving away from the peephole, leaning over to the console table to grab your keys, unlocking the door.

You pulled the door open, revealing him fully to you. He looked absolutely dishevelled. His hair was a mess, as if he had been running his hands through it and tugging at it in frustration. His eyes looked heavy and weary, sadness clearly visible in his once bright eyes. His shoulders slumped as he looked down at you, managing to muster a slight smile for you. But it didn’t feel genuine.

Grabbing his hand, you wordlessly led him into your home, taking his jacket off for him and leading him through to your bedroom to talk. He followed you, completely at your mercy. He stopped at the doorway, watching you plop down on your bed which was adorned with multiple pillows and blankets.

“C’mon, angel” you sweetly said, patting a space out on your left for him to join you. A tiny smile crept on his face, he loved it when you called him that - he always thought it should be him calling you that.

Carlisle made his way over to you, looking down at the floor as he did. He sat next to you, eyes looking straight ahead.

“I need to talk to you” he said, devoid of emotion.

You squinted your eyes and furrowed your brows, confused.

“Uh, yeah sure okay. After that, I have something to show you though, okay?”

Carlisle readjusted his posture, sitting upright.

“I need you to tell me what’s going on. You’ve kept me in the dark about something and I can’t help but feel like it’s something bad. You push me away whenever I visit you at the studio, you never reply to my texts, and whenever you do it’s inconsistent. We never see each other anymore. I know it’s hard considering I work a lot, but I always make the time to see you and spend time with you, because I need to be with you every chance I get. You’re addictive in the best way possible. When I’m with you, I feel... complete. I feel whole. Every second I’m away from you feels like an eternity.”

Your heart was beating a mile a minute. You knew all of this, but to know this man was completely surrendered to you? An indescribable feeling.

“I feel like I communicate this to you frequently, and yet it feels like I’m still being pushed away. I need you to imagine how you’d feel if this was the other way around. I need to know what’s going on now because I can’t go on this way for much longer”, he finished rattling out, as if this had been rehearsed a million times before in a mirror.

You turned your body fully to look at him, but he wouldn’t dare meet your gaze out of fear of what might happen next - what you might tell him. Looking him up and down, you reached for his right hand, grabbing it and encasing it with both of your hands. For a few moments, you remained silent, utterly speechless about the information you just received.

“I know what this looks like. I could’ve done a bit of a better job at being less neglectful for the past month or so, but it’s been difficult for me too. I needed you away from me so I could do something for you”, you explained.

His eyebrows furrowed as he slowly turned to look at you. This was absolutely not what he expected.

Releasing his hand, you stood up and walked to your desk. You woke your laptop up and pulled up the files containing everything you had been working on. Turning, you gestured for him to join you. He obliged.

Once he met you, you reached for his hand and laced your fingers with his, raising them and leaning them against your chest. Taking a very deep breath, you began to reveal your project to him.

“I wanted to make something for you, something that no one has given you before - at least, I hope not” you chuckled lightly before continuing “it’s kind of like an album”.

Carlisle raised his eyebrows at this.

“Okay, act like it’s gauche why don’t you”, you mock rolled your eyes at him, “I wanted to cover a bunch of songs for you, that communicate my feelings for you and songs that remind me of you; of us” you proudly admitted. “And yes, they’re all sappy songs - sue me” you finished.

He stared back at you, wide-eyed. He was completely and utterly wrong, and he couldn’t be more thankful. This is the most thoughtful, caring and brilliant gift he had ever received from anyone. His eyes were filled with hope and love once more, thanking the heavens for sending you to him. He genuinely, properly, smiled for the first time in days.

“Is it finished?”, he eventually asked.

Without saying anything, you let go of him, reached over and clicked open the files.

“Now, before I play anything” you started “this isn’t officially finished. I can always add a couple songs on there upon request” you winked at him.

Click-click.

Music filled the room as you reached back for him. He met you halfway, taking your left hand with his right, and resting his left hand on your waist. You placed your right hand on his shoulder and began to sway to the music, dancing in silence.

Every now and then, a hint of recognition would be visible in his eyes when another song started. Each song perfectly communicated the way you felt about him, and he loved seeing your relationship and perception of him through your eyes. This was all he wanted for the past month - slowly dancing with you, breathing you in, and surrounded by you in every possible format.

And like that, you stayed, until the album finished.

Carlisle pulled you into a tight embrace, burying his head in the crook of your neck, whispering sweet ‘thank you’’s over and over again, while you kissed the side of his head. You basked in the moment, not wanting to part ever again - to stay there forever.

Songs:

A Message - Coldplay

everything i wanted - Billie Eilish

Without You - Lana Del Rey

Sea of Love - Cat Power

Somethin’ Stupid - Frank & Nancy Sinatra

White Flag - Dido

God Only Knows - The Beach Boys

505 - Arctic Monkeys

Love - Nancy Adams

telepatía - Kali Uchis

Keep Driving - Harry Styles

Andromeda - Gorillaz

(They Long To Be) Close To You - Carpenters

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Collision | Chapter 19

Word Count: 3.6K Story Description: (Y/N) Uley is back home after being away for four years. Her life is at its first standstill and she is taking this time to find out who she is without school. But she never thought that coming back to the reservation would turn her whole life around. In the midst of secrets and mystery, a man crashes into (Y/N)’s and her life will never be the same. Chapter: 19/? A/N: Um, cannot believe this story is at 19 chapters already. like, what? I'm thinking of separating the series into each of the books, that way we don't get to like 100 chapters because it's basically just a Twilight rewrite 😅😅 My content will always be free, but if you’re feeling particularly generous, you can leave a tip on any of my posts or buy me a coffee to support me and my love of writing Follow 😊 -> TikTok • Instagram • Business If you’d like to be tagged in this or any other story: click here Make sure you have my notifications on so you know every time I post! Please check if you’re tagged in the story, I’ve reached the limit of tags on Twilight again it seems. 😅

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Chapter 19

(Y/N) felt guilt surging through her as she knocked on the door of the Swan residence. She knew she had been in pain. That just like Bella she had been abandoned by the person they thought was the love of their life. But she had crawled out of the dark hole she had sunk into, fighting tooth and nail against everything that wanted to keep her down. Although, she could still feel their claws scraping at her skin, breathing down her neck, and whispering their return.

But even if she still wasn’t a hundred percent healed and she still cried herself to sleep on the nights she was alone, she wanted to at least help Bella take the first step out.

“(Y/N),” Charlie smiled. “Thank you for coming over.”

“Of course, Charlie. I just wanna make sure Bella gets better, or at least start to.”

“I’ve been meaning to ask you. And you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to,” he stammered slightly. “Before the Cullens left, there was talk in the town about the doctor. You know, about who he was seeing…”

“You’re wondering if we were together?” (Y/N) smiled, pushing down the sadness that was threatening to spill out with her words. “Well, I’ll let you know that those rumors were true. And, yes, just like Bella, he broke up with me and left. I’m guessing that’s why you asked me to talk to her.”

“It is,” he smiled awkwardly. “I’m not usually keen on small-town gossip, but I’d heard that you had been in a funk since they left, and I put two and two together. And seeing how well you’re doing now, I needed to throw out a hail Mary and see if you could help Bella.”

“It’s okay, Charlie. I knew that people talked about us,” she said reassuringly. “And though it’s been hard, with the help of my friends and family, I was able to start piecing myself back together. I only hope I can help do the same with Bella.”

“I hope so to,” he breathed defeatedly. “I have to run out to work right now but you can help yourself to anything in the kitchen or you can get some pizza, or even take Bella to the diner. I’ll cover the whole tab.”

“I think we’ll manage, Charlie. But thank you,” she chuckled. “I’m no miracle worker but I will try my best.”

“That is all I can ask,” he said. “You probably won’t be here when I get back, so I’m gonna thank you again for trying with Bella. I’m glad that she has people in her corner like you.”

“She will always have a friend in me.”

(Y/N) waved the man away as he left the house, pointing her upstairs in the direction of Bella. With the man gone the house was eerily quiet. If she hadn’t known the other girl was in her room, she would have thought Charlie had left her in an empty house. There was no sign of life. And she hated how familiar that felt.

She walked up the creaky stairs, bracing herself for whatever version of Isabella Swan she would be faced with. She knew what losing yourself in heartache looked and felt like, and it was not pretty.

The door to Bella’s room was open, still no indication of movement, and for a second (Y/N) felt like she was intruding into someone’s privacy. Until she saw the girl’s figure as still as a statue on the far end of her bedroom staring out the window.

Bella looked paler than usual, her cheeks slightly sunken and her eyes wearing dark bags under them. She hadn’t been sleeping or eating well and it was evident on her body. If someone had told her that the Swan girl had not moved from that chair in months, she would have believed them.

“Hey, Bella.” (Y/N)’s voice startled her. The girl jumped as though her systems had jump-started at the sound of another presence. “Don’t know if your dad told you but he asked me to come over. I know we haven’t seen each other in a while.”

“Oh, hey,” she muttered. “Yeah, I think he mentioned something.”

“I guess it’s no surprise that he asked me to come talk to you, huh?”

“Because of them,” she sighed.

“Yeah,” (Y/N) smiled painfully, sitting on the ledge of the window right in front of her.

She had practiced a speech at home, words of encouragement that would hopefully chip at the wall Bella had built around herself. She’d practiced speech after speech, picking from every talking to Sam and her mom had related to her, every phrase that made her own heart soften.

But standing before Bella, the words had died in her throat. There was nothing she could say to make it better. No amount of bullshit could make her better. What the Cullens had done to both of them Would not be remedied with a conversation. And that was all (Y/N) had.

“How’d you do it?” Bella asked after a few minutes in silence. “How were you able to move on from him?”

“To be honest… I haven’t,” she sighed, the confession tasting acrid on her tongue. “And I don’t think I ever will. I don’t think you ever really move on from someone you were ready to give up your whole life for.”

“But you seem to have it all together now,” she exclaimed. “You’re in med school, you’re going to parties, you’re working at the hospital. And you look happy.”

“I’ll let you in on a secret, Bella. That’s the beauty of pretending. People don’t question someone that looks happy,” (Y/N) smiled softly. “I’m not doing any better than you just because it looks like I am. If I’m telling the truth, I am still as heartbroken as I was the day they left. I just decided that pretending was easier than hurting.”

“I just feel like I’ll be in pain for the rest of my life,” the girl cried softly. “I just wish there was something I could use to numb it all. I just want it to stop.”

“That’s not the answer either, Bella. And I would know. I spent the first two months drowning my sorrows with vodka,” she confessed. “And even if I felt numb for a few hours the pain was still there. It always will be, I think.”

“Then how do we make it through? How do we stop it from hurting more?”

“I don’t think we can stop it from hurting. All we can do is keep going regardless of how much it hurts,” (Y/N) offered. “But if they get to go on with their lives after leaving us as they did, then we owe it to ourselves to do the same. The best way to make them pay is to show them our lives went on without them.”

“It’s just,” her voice croaked. “I don’t think I can. Actually, I don’t think I want my life to go on without Edward. I had never seen forever the way I saw it with him. Didn’t you feel like that with Carlise?”

At the sound of his name, the knot in (Y/N)’s throat tightened. It had been months since her ears had listened to that combination of letters. Everyone around her had quickly picked up on the situation and they had more than willingly stopped mentioning his name.

But there Bella was, speaking it into existence as if it wasn’t the most bitter word to let pass through her tongue. She said them like the beautiful names they were, like the sweetness of them wasn’t overwhelming in her mouth. She spoke like a girl that was still in love and had no disdain for the person that had hurt her. And (Y/N) wondered how that could be.

His name was laced with so much anger and sadness that (Y/N) couldn’t even bring herself to even think about it. Yet, Bella had said it and it had felt like a punch to the gut. Because she had once also said his name with so much enchantment and care, and it made her miss those days. The days when she could call his name and instantly be filled with happiness and excitement.

“I did… I do,” she corrected. “But I don’t want to. That’s why I’ve been trying my hardest to move on, even if it’s just one day at a time. I want to get to the day where when I dream of my future he’s not there. I crave the morning I wake up and my heart doesn’t ache anymore, where I can trust someone else to tell me they love me and mean it. We gave them our hearts, Bella, and they threw it away like it meant nothing. I’m not telling you that you have to move on. But I am telling you that it’s the best idea.”

Bella simply nodded for a second and agreed when (Y/N) offered to get some pizza to fill the silence. Everything that (Y/N) had told her she agreed with, to an extent. If the Cullens weren’t coming back like it seemed they weren’t, then she wanted to take her life back in her control like (Y/N) had. But she couldn’t help the tiny drop of hope she held that they would return, and she could settle into their life as she had done once and fulfill the plans she had made with Edward.

As (Y/N) served herself pizza, Bella sat there, picking at the slice that was on her plate, the words slowly digesting into her system. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure. Anything.”

“If he had offered to turn you –before everything happened—if he had told you that he would have turned you and asked you to leave with them.” She stared deeply into (Y/N)’s eyes, her tears glistening in the rays of the morning. “Would you have done it? Would you have gone with him?”

“The rational side of me wants to say no. That I would have thought twice about leaving my family and friends again, that I would have given myself a few years to be human and experience life while my heart was still beating,” she chuckled, drying away tears she had not known were pooling until they fell down her cheeks. “But my romantic side, the side that was desperate to be in love, knows I would have agreed just if it meant that I would have him by my side for the rest of my life. I would have given up everything even for just a few years with him.”

“What if he came back? What if he came back and asked for another chance?” Bella was desperate. It was the first time she could ask these questions. The first time she could talk to someone that knew everything and could answer back. “Would you give it to him?”

“That’s a difficult hypothetical, Bella,” (Y/N) laughed. “I think there are too many variables at play for me to know if I would.”

“That’s because you’re thinking with your rational side,” Bella teased slightly, the semblance of a smile playing on her lips. “I’m asking your romantic side. Would that side want Carlisle back?”

(Y/N) kept quiet even though she knew the answer. It was hard to say it out loud. To admit that regardless of how destroyed he had left her that she would want him with every fiber of her being. That if tomorrow he reappeared that she would fall back into his arms and pick things up where they had ended. But it wasn’t fair to her, to the little progress she had made without him.

Still, she was being truthful. “The romantic side would gladly take him back,” she said sadly. “But it’s not just to the side that’s put in the work to not let that happen. What will it say about me that someone could hurt me in the way he did, and I welcomed him back into my life?”

“Oh,” was all Bella responded, her head falling as her skin flushed red.

“Would you take Edward back?”

“I would,” her voice peeped meekly. “I love him too much not to. But I wish I was like you. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt as much.”

“It will still hurt, Bella. It’ll just be easier to act like it doesn’t,” (Y/N) shrugged. “Look, Bella, no one can tell you to move on. If it was that easy, we wouldn’t be here. But you need to at least take the first step. Staying in this room, waiting for the day things just change will not work. It’s on you to start a new journey.”

“Okay,” she sighed. “I know you’re right. It’s just so hard.”

“I know it is. If there’s anyone that knows, it’s me,” she smiled. “But you’re not alone. You have people around you that love and care for you. Let them.”

“I’ve pushed them away. I pushed everyone away.”

“The ones that truly care will still welcome you back. Just take it one day at a time, Bella. But take it out of this room.”

“Thank you, (Y/N). It’s comforting to have someone to talk to so openly about this. Things won’t change quickly, but I’m willing to give it a try.”

“That’s all I’m asking,” (Y/N) said, giving the girl a hug goodbye. “If you need anyone to talk to, don’t hesitate to call, Bella.”

“I will,” she smiled weakly. “Take care of yourself, (Y/N).”

“You too, Bella.”

(Y/N) couldn’t believe she had confessed to everything she had worked to shove into the deepest corners of her mind. She didn’t want to admit the hold he still had on her. That at any second, he could waltz back into her life, and she would still be as in love with him as the day he had left. It was hard to let those words pass through her lips. Because once they were out, there was no way to sink them back in.

It was strange and unnerving to hear herself say those words out loud. She had kept these thoughts deeply buried in her brain, scared to ever let them come out. Especially around Sam and Paul. Even if the Cullens had not been their natural-born enemies, she was sure they would have still hated them. More after their patriarch had broken her heart. Other than them, there was no one else she was close to that she could really talk to. They knew everything, and for her to be able to open up completely she needed people who knew everything.

Still, as much as she loved Sam and Paul, they were the least objective people in her life. They were genetically predisposed to not be objective. (Y/N) would go to them for everything else, just nothing that had to do with the Cullens.

But Bella was no better for her. Her scales were tilted toward them. If she took anything from her conversation with the Swan girl was that no matter what they had done, she would forgive them and sink back into their life as if nothing had happened. It was terrifying and just the smallest sliver of extraordinary. Her loyalty to the Cullens transpired her pain. Maybe she knew something (Y/N) didn’t.

As she neared her house, she started burying those thoughts deeper and deeper into her mind, afraid that they were visible on her face. Even if she knew how unrealistic it was –and that the only mind reader she knew was miles away—she couldn’t help the embarrassment that rushed to her skin in shades of red. And if they did, she knew they wouldn’t mention it. At least, not to her face. That much she could expect.

What she didn’t expect was to find Embry Call sitting on her porch. He wore a stressed look on his face, nights of little sleep evident on his face. The boy she knew had always been very happy, quiet but joyous. And though he seemed to be the same happy boy, there was a weight to him that was undeniable.

“Embry,” she called out as she got out of her car. “Is everything okay?”

“Oh, uh, yeah. I guess,” he smiled forcefully. “Well, not exactly.”

“Why don’t you come in, Em? It’ll be more comfortable to talk.”

“Sure, thanks.”

The boy quietly followed her, somehow trying to shrink his 6’4” frame. It was something he did ever since he shifted. The first time he had joined the pack after his first transformation, he had tried to sink into the background as much as he could. The last thing he wanted was to step on anyone’s toes, even if he had been told that he wasn’t.

(Y/N) directed them to the kitchen, quickly setting out drinks and food for the kid, knowing he’d definitely be hungry. “Help yourself to anything,” she said as she noted him sitting on his hands. “Mom still buys food like Sam and his friends come over to ransack our kitchen.”

“Okay, uh, thanks.”

“We’re not strangers, Embry,” she smiled kindly. “You can let loose with me.”

“I’m sorry, it’s just I’m not used to being around other people that aren’t Jake and Quil.”

“I get that.” She joined him at the kitchen table, sitting before him, a cup of water in her hand. She was all talked out for the evening, but she could see just how much he needed a friend at that moment. “So, what’s going on, kid?”

“You know we’re only three years apart, right?”

“Still makes me older than you,” she laughed with him. “But, seriously, what’s up?”

“Honestly, I don’t even know why I’m here,” he chuckled dryly. “I guess ever since I had my first shift I’ve been feeling kinda lonely. Lonely and confused. It took a couple of hours for my whole life to change and now I don’t really have anyone to talk to about it.”

“How are things at home?”

“Well, mom is always angry at me, but at least she’s stopped yelling. Though I don’t know if I like that better,” he responded sadly. She could see he was biting back tears. His lower lip was quivering and his eyes were pooling with water. “I know you weren’t here when it happened, but do you know Ms. Uley took everything?”

“To this day they don’t really talk. But when I got here, I didn’t understand why my brother wasn’t home or why he and mom were fighting, or even why we couldn’t even spend time together. I knew he was hiding something, and I guess it hurt to think that he didn’t trust me enough to tell me whatever it was,” she recounted. “It’s a strange thing to watch from the outside. I mean, hearing rumors that my older brother, the man that basically took care of me when I was a kid, had started a gang and was recruiting other from the rez was astonishing. It wasn’t something I could even fathom. But I don’t know how my mother felt when Saam started disappearing or when he moved out. She won’t talk to me about it.”

“He wanted to waive the silence rule for me,” Embry said sheepishly. “After the first week and seeing how hard it was at home, he told me I could tell my mom everything.”

“But you valued why it’s a secret,” she confirmed. "I understand that. And I also understand how lonely being part of the pack is. Especially coming into a place where you essentially know no one. But open yourself up to them. If you let them in, they will do the same. They’re your family now, Em.”

“I know. I guess it’s just still all so new to me. I’ve been used to the same people my whole life; I’ve known only one truth my whole life, and it all changed.”

“I hope you don’t mind me asking, but would you ever ask your mom about who your dad is?”

“Don’t think I could ever ask without proving where the suspicions came from,” he shrugged. “Just like everyone here, I was under the impression that my dad was someone from the Makah tribe. She told me that much. But now…”

“That’s okay,” she smiled comfortingly. “But, Embry, I want you to know that regardless of what’s happening at home or with your friends, you’re not alone. You’ve got the pack and you’ve got me, okay? If there’s anything you don’t feel comfortable speaking to them, my door is always open. And if they’re ever giving you shit, I’ll put them in their place. They’re there for you, and so am I. I hope you know that.”

“Thank you, (Y/N),” he smiled brightly, a few tears falling down his outstretched cheeks. “It’s good to know I still have people I can lean on. You’ve always been nice to me, and I don’t know why.”

“We all need a little kindness from time to time, Embry. I’m just doing my part in it.”

“Well, it’s greatly appreciated. And even if it doesn’t mean anything, I’m also here for you if you need someone to lean on.”

“It means a lot, Em,” she smiled. “More than you know.”

The more she talked to the people that most needed it, the more she started to believe her own words. Maybe there was light on the other side of this mountain. Maybe (Y/N) would one day see the morning when the thought of him didn’t send a stake through her heart.

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Hello Major

A Jasper Hale x Reader Oneshot

Someone force me to finish chapter 5 before I write more Oneshots god bless.

Warnings: a bit angsty? But also fluffy.

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They had known each other for a long time.

He was still human when he got to know her. His eyes were still shining with his young innocence, his body was not ridden with scars.

But most importantly, his heart was still beating.

When he had to leave for the war, he felt terrible for leaving her behind.

He had promised her to write her letters whenever he can, to keep her informed on how he’s doing, if he’s alright, and most importantly to him, to let her know that he still loves her.

To prove his commitment, he had given her a ring. A ring as a promise he will return.

And once he’s back he’ll make her his wife.

And he kept that promise for two years.

His letters had mentioned how he focused his work on saving and evacuating women and children, leaving him riding across the state to make sure everyone was safe.

His letters had also told her about his progress, how he had become the youngest major in the army, even when considering how he had lied about his age to get into the army in the first place.

But it was one letter that broke her heart.

It had arrived in the evening, two weeks after his last letter.

She had been happy, until she saw the expression of the mail carrier.

The man looked sad, almost sorry for her.

And when she finally opened the letter and read through it, her world shattered. Her hand clutched the ring she wore on a necklace, the ring he gave her before he left.

He died.

At least, that’s what the letter told her.

The army expressed their condolences, telling her how sorry they were for having to tell her that Major Jasper Whitlock went missing and presumably died in the war.

Her reaction was conflicted.

She wanted to scream, cry, rip the letter apart, curse whoever was listening and caused this fate for them.

But she didn’t.

Instead she just kept clutching the ring and read the letter over and over again, hoping that this was just some sick joke. That someone just wanted to see her suffer, maybe the mail carrier, maybe someone else.

But even after two more weeks, no new letter arrived.

And she had to accept that it was true.

Jasper had died, the love of her life was dead.

And she was left alone. Unable to even visit a grave, unable to know where he went missing, what he felt, if he had been in pain before it was all over.

And it broke her.

The big unknown broke her.

And in her grief ridden state she decided that it couldn’t be true.

She was in denial, she was angry and in denial.

Her future with the man she loved was ripped away under her feet, and it made her incredibly angry.

So she decided to take her horse and ride to the last position his letters had told her he’d be.

But she couldn’t have expected what would happen to her.

Never in over a hundred years could she have seen this outcome.

——

Jasper Hale, formerly known as Jasper Whitlock, had been living with the Cullens for a few decades now.

He had gotten to know Alice, who turned out to be a great friend to him.

Thanks to her he managed to cope with the fact he never got to see her again, that she had probably died a long time ago.

And especially that he never got to keep his promise.

But it still hurt, of course it hurt.

In this immortal existence, knowing that he lost his love to time while he was stuck in this stupid army, forced to hurt people despite knowing how they felt, forced to follow the orders of the woman, the monster, who changed him and made him like her.

It all hurt so much.

And going to school over and over again, living amongst humans, pretending that he’s normal, that he’s fine and that he’s human, while having to constantly ignore just how everything hurt without her near.

His thirst was nothing compared to the constant pain of not having his love with him.

——

She wasn’t sure how much time had passed since everything changed, since she was told Jasper had died and she decided to search for him.

But she knew that something was drawing her to this small town, Forks.

She had quickly learned how to cope with her new… abilities. Especially with this near-constant burning in her throat that told her she needed to feed.

She had quickly learned that she could feed on animals and avoid hurting people. And she was glad it worked.

When she arrived in Forks, she felt lost. It was a new town for her, for someone who had been wandering on their own for years.

But she felt like something important was awaiting her.

And when she wandered through the forest, trying to avoid the weird smell of dog nearby, she found a house.

She hesitated, what if whoever lived in this surprisingly big and beautiful house in the middle of the forest wasn’t happy with spontaneous visitors.

But something was still drawing her near, as if something in her mind wanted her to enter and see who or what was inside.

Only when a man who looked like he had seen centuries of history stepped outside the house and welcomed her in was when she started moving again.

Reluctantly, she stepped closer, and finally saw a short, pixie-like girl standing behind the man.

”I‘m Alice! I knew you’d come here! Come inside, there is someone you should see!“

And if her heart was still beating, she was sure it would be racing right when she saw him.

When he saw her, his eyes widened and he felt like his words were stuck in his throat.

”D-Darlin‘…?“

”Hello Major.“

As soon as he heard her voice, sensed her emotions, and saw how she looked almost exactly like he remembered, he rushed to her side and pulled her into a tight hug.

”I thought I lost you… so long ago…“ the words were barely loud enough, but she was still able to hear them. And with how he sounded she was sure he’d be crying if it was physically possible.

And she wasn’t fooling anyone, she’d also be crying if she could.

Unable to restrain himself, Jasper pulled away from the embrace just enough to cup her face and pull her in a long overdue kiss.

And it felt like they hadn’t been apart at all, like the past decades of pain just started to disappear.

And he was so happy for the first time in years.

Once they pulled away and finally got to properly look at each other, Jasper’s eyes wandered and he saw the ring he had given her all those years ago. It was attached to a necklace and sat near her heart.

When she noticed where he looked, she smiled and gently cupped his cheek with her hand.

She chose to ignore the scars littered across his neck and jawline, deciding that there were better times to speak about what happened while they were apart, especially now that they have more than enough time together.

He practically melted into her touch, leaning against her hand as if he was afraid she would vanish before his eyes, like this was just an illusion and he was being tricked.

His own hand went to hers, holding it against his scarred cheek to keep her close, to keep enjoying her touch.

”you still have the ring“ he whispered, his golden eyes finding hers.

”and you still have a promise to keep,“ she smiled, ”but I think we have a lot to speak about first, before we take any big steps.“

And he was certain he would keep his promise, but at first they both had a lot of time to make up for.

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