#mike newton

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I think what really drew me in to twilight when I was a teenager is that, despite the epic vampire whirlwind romance, the teenagers actually do feel like they have REAL lives, and it’s a real shame that that doesn’t translate to the movies (bc a movie with pointless scenes of the main character making enchiladas & doing homework would be crazy boring). I like that Edward enjoys skipping class to sit in his car & listen to Linkin Park CDs, I like that Bella spends her weekends doing laundry and drafting her Macbeth essay, and on sunny days she lays out a blanket to read in her backyard. I like that she drives to her best friend’s house after school to watch him fix cars and do homework together, I like that they have joint family dinners that are just eating spaghetti on fold-out chairs on the deck. I like that her friend group piles in mike’s mom’s van to go hang out at the beach, and when she brings a camera to school they all start a “picture war.” I like that she has a part-time retail job and sits at the kitchen table filling out uni applications with her boyfriend. It definitely loses that quality around eclipse when the focus has to stay on the actual plot, but I like that twilight & new moon feel pretty grounded in what introverted lower-middle class small-town teenagers are actually doing.

[hoahoahoahoahoa]

Running gag where Mike Newton is constantly almost finding out about the supernatural

He’s constantly overhearing funny bits and pieces of conversation but none of it is strictly incriminating (e.g. Bella: “I’m so hungry I could eat a horse… wait. Is that something you’ve tried?” Edward: “I haven’t, but in 1972 Emmett and Jasper learned the phrase ‘double dog dare’. I’ll leave it at that”)

He’s on a hike and turns his head just a half-second too late to see Esme tackle a bear into a ditch, out of sight

He muses aloud to Bella one day that her friend Jacob from the rez gained muscle, like, inhumanly fast…. Would he share his workout/diet regimen?

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Not Going to Change, Honey

pairing: carlisle cullen x male reader tags: evil reader, he doesn't really have morals tbh, Carlisle is your mate, rocky relationship, unresolved conflict, part 2 if people want it

For all the centuries Carlisle Cullen had roamed the earth, he had never encountered anyone quite like you. He had seen grandeur in architecture, brilliance in art, and compassion in the tender eyes of mortals. But when he first laid eyes on you—one of the Volturi’s most lethal guards—he was utterly unprepared for the impact you would have on him.

Carlisle’s initial impression was one of quiet awe. You stood poised in the grand reception hall of the Volturi fortress, clad in the distinctive blood-red cloak that symbolized your allegiance to Aro. Long, elegant lines formed your silhouette—every inch of you exuded a kind of potent, dangerous allure that was hard to ignore. Perhaps it was the severe cut of your jaw or the dark gleam in your eyes that made Carlisle’s breath catch. But despite the warning prickle of tension in the air, there was something undeniably captivating in your presence.

“I presume you are the esteemed Dr. Cullen,” you said smoothly, voice as cold and refined as the marble walls around you.

Carlisle inclined his head, forcing himself to maintain calm even though his chest felt inexplicably tight. “Yes. Carlisle Cullen,” he replied politely. “I recently arrived at Aro’s invitation.”

You surveyed him with an intensity that made him feel as though every thought he had was laid bare. Carlisle found his gaze lingering on the sharp contour of your cheeks and the elegant line of your mouth. There was a deadly grace about you, but more than that, a magnetic pull he couldn’t explain.

“Word of your…unique lifestyle precedes you,” you remarked, a slight edge of amusement curling your lips. “I suppose you’ll find Volterra quite different from your usual endeavors.”

Carlisle almost smiled in return. “I suspect I will,” he said quietly. Then he glanced around, torn between fascination and a subtle dread of the Volturi’s rigorous methods. “Though I’m eager to see what the Volturi’s world is truly like.”

You nodded curtly, turning on your heel to guide him deeper into the fortress. The moment you moved, Carlisle found himself transfixed by the fluidity of your steps, by the swish of your cloak. He wondered if you realized how captivating you were, or if cruelty and power were all you cared to claim as your own.

As time slipped by in Volterra, Carlisle discovered the Volturi’s customs and tactics were indeed difficult to reconcile with his beliefs. Yet, even amid that discord, he found himself drawn to you. You were everything Carlisle was not: ruthless, unwavering in your loyalty to Aro, and wholly accepting of a vampire’s predator nature. And yet, it was your contradictions that made you all the more alluring.

Carlisle had never believed in the concept of “opposites attract” until he crossed paths with you in the fortress library. He had been reading an antique medical text by the pale light of an ornate lamp, trying to distract himself from the day’s unsettling events, when he heard the soft echo of footsteps.

“Does Cullen also dabble in the history of human medicine?” you teased as you approached, a crimson sash draped diagonally across your chest. Your posture was perfect, your head held high.

Carlisle looked up, the faintest warmth creeping into his golden eyes. “I’ve devoted my life to saving humans. It’s…a passion.” He paused, watching as you took a seat across from him, uninvited and unbothered. “I’m surprised to see you here. I didn’t realize you had an interest in medicine.”

Your lips curved into a small, wry smile. “I don’t. But I was curious to see what keeps you tucked away in this dusty library night after night.”

Something about your directness made Carlisle’s throat tighten. He shut the old tome carefully, inhaling the scent of aged paper. “And now that you’ve seen me, what do you think?”

Leaning forward, you regarded him thoughtfully, your crimson eyes lingering on the gentle lines of his face. Your gaze was unsettling, piercing, but Carlisle found it shockingly intimate. “I think you’re a man out of place—yet you keep striving to adapt. There’s something admirable about that.” Then your smile vanished. “But I also think you’re naive to believe you can find any goodness here.”

Carlisle’s lips parted slightly. “There must be some measure of order, of morality, if the Volturi have kept the vampire world hidden so efficiently for so long. It can’t be all cruelty.”

“Morality?” You laughed under your breath, a low and dangerous sound. “Is that what you think you’ll find among us?” You shook your head, your eyes glinting. “Aro is cunning; Caius is cruel. Marcus is…numb. Morality is a tool, wielded only when convenient.”

And yet, as you spoke, Carlisle couldn’t help but notice how the lamplight highlighted the sculpted angle of your cheekbone, the richness of your voice, the slender cords of muscle in your neck as you half-turned away. He felt drawn to you, as though in another life, you might have fit in the place he dreamed of—somewhere far gentler.

As the weeks passed, Carlisle had more and more reason to question the Volturi’s practices. He witnessed the methodical punishments, the harsh interrogations, and the unwavering loyalty demanded of each guard. And yet, in quiet moments, he also witnessed small kindnesses from you—fleeting but unmistakably real.

Once, in a secluded corridor, he caught you covertly offering a sympathetic word to a newly turned vampire, shaken and afraid. You hid it behind a stern command, but Carlisle recognized the concern flickering in your eyes. Another time, you saved a mortal servant from the wrath of another guard who had lost control. Though you claimed it was only for efficiency’s sake, Carlisle saw the truth. You possessed a depth of compassion you refused to acknowledge.

You confronted Carlisle one evening by the window of the fortress’s grand hall, where silvery moonlight reflected on the polished floor. He was staring out into the silent streets of Volterra, hands clasped behind his back.

“What are you really looking for, Carlisle?” you asked, voice hushed yet insistent.

“I’m not sure,” He answered honestly. “Perhaps reassurance that I made the right choice coming here—or proof that I should leave.”

You lifted your chin, a scoff escaping your lips. “If you despise our methods so much, why stay?”

Carlisle’s gaze drifted to your face, gentling as he took in the faint lines of tension on your brow. “Because I’d hoped to find something good here—someone I could help redeem. And I…” He swallowed, voice trembling with emotion. “I’d hoped you might join me in that.”

You stared at him for a moment, your expression unreadable. Then, to his surprise, you raised a pale hand to brush an errant lock of hair back from his temple. The touch was achingly gentle, contradictory to your reputation for merciless skill in battle.

“Why waste your compassion on me?” you whispered, red eyes flickering.

Carlisle felt his throat tighten at the quiet vulnerability in your question. “It isn’t a waste,” he murmured, turning his head just enough to press into your hand. “I see your strength, your elegance, and beneath it all, a heart that still cares.”

Your lips parted slightly in a faint expression of surprise, but you hardened your gaze, retracting your hand as though burned. “Don’t romanticize me, Carlisle. You’ll only be disappointed.”

Yet, despite your dismissive words, Carlisle could see the faint quiver of your jaw—proof that not everything in you was made of stone.

Carlisle wanted to stay with you—see the connection between you blossom into that of mates—but as time went on, his resolve to leave the Volturi grew stronger. He couldn’t reconcile his moral code with the violence he saw. The tipping point came when he witnessed an unjust execution—one Aro insisted was necessary to maintain secrecy. Carlisle found himself unable to stand by as a life, no matter how tainted, was extinguished without mercy.

He sought you out in the ancient corridor lit by flickering torches. Stone arches framed you like an immortal sculpture, and for a moment, Carlisle’s heart clenched at how beautiful you appeared—like a painting come to life.

“I’m leaving,” he said softly but firmly, stepping closer than he ever had before. “I can’t stay here and watch this cruelty. It goes against everything I believe.”

Your expression hardened, but your eyes betrayed a flash of pain. “So, that’s it?” you asked, voice low. “You leave because reality offends your delicate conscience?”

Carlisle exhaled shakily. “It’s not about being offended. It’s about upholding the sanctity of life. You know that’s my creed.”

You swallowed, the torchlight catching in your hair, illuminating your features in deep shadow and warm highlights. Carlisle’s gaze flickered over your face, taking in every detail—every elegant line, every subtle contour he had come to find so enthralling.

“I already asked you before,” Carlisle continued, breath trembling. “but please come with me. Whatever bond is between us—whatever this is—I can’t bear the thought of leaving it behind.”

He reached out, gently brushing his fingertips along your jaw. The featherlight contact sent a tremor through both of you. For a moment, you closed your eyes as if steeling yourself against an onslaught of emotion.

“Carlisle,” you murmured, the single syllable loaded with longing and heartbreak. Then your eyes opened, scarlet irises locking onto his golden ones. “I cannot follow you. Aro trusts me. I have earned my place here through centuries of service.”

Carlisle’s lips parted, and his chest constricted painfully. “But what about your happiness? Don’t you see there’s more to life than this endless cycle of violence?”

Your jaw tightened. “This is my world. My choice. I’m not like you. I can’t pretend that moral codes and hopeful ideals will keep me safe.” You lowered your gaze. “You have to go. If you stay, you’ll be broken—one way or another.”

Something inside Carlisle cracked, the pain resonating through every fiber of his immortal body. “So that’s it?” he asked, voice faltering. “You choose them over—”

“I’m sorry,” you interrupted, your voice trembling at the edges. “But you have to leave. Now.”

In a final desperate moment, Carlisle pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, lingering just long enough to feel the slight chill of your skin. You stood perfectly still, your eyes sliding shut in silent torment. Then he stepped back, letting the cold air slip between you as though forming an invisible wall.

You remained where he left you, the slow hush of your unneeded breath the only movement. It took several minutes before you opened your eyes, composure already brittle. You touched the spot on your forehead where his lips had lingered, an ache you couldn’t name thudding in your chest. You had chosen your duty over love—and it stung in a way you hadn’t anticipated.

Carlisle eventually found a new life far from Volterra, building a family and fostering the ideals he cherished. Yet in the quiet hours of predawn, when his coven was at rest and the world was still, he thought of you. He recalled the elegantly carved lines of your face, your unwavering stare, and the fleeting softness you revealed only to him.

No matter the distance, no matter how many centuries stretched between him and that fortress of stone, you lingered in Carlisle’s thoughts—an unhealed wound and a cherished secret. He imagined a time you might leave the Volturi’s shadows behind, stepping into the light he so desperately wanted to share with you. Until that day, he carried the memory of your touch and the haunting depth of your eyes. For in the darkest corners of his heart, he still believed you were worthy of love—and that one day, you might finally believe it too.

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Awkward!

[xostrawberrymlk]

the war plans group chat leak except it’s just Edward, Emmett and Jasper talking abt taking down the Volturi and Emmett accidentally adds Mike Newton

[light-miracles]

I'll always love the human kids gang. Mike, Jessica, Lauren and Angela are distracted in their Riverdale-like drama while Bella is trapped in Nosferatu.

[i-belswan09]

[tinyedwardcomics]

what does eddie think of bella's human friends?

[doveofnestmount]

I'M NOT IN LOVE

Bella Swan x classmate!reader headcannons

"Don't tell your friends about the two of us"

You always hang around Bella, jokingly calling her your 'bestie.'

She brushes off your flirty comments, thinking you're just being friendly. It's clear to everyone else but her and you that you're absolutely smitten.

You're overly eager to help Bella with anything, from carrying her books to giving her a ride when her truck won't start.

You always volunteer to be in Bella's group, insisting it's because you're "such a good team player." But really, you just want an excuse to sit close to her and make lame jokes that only she seems to laugh at.

When your friends tease you about your obvious crush, you laugh it off, insisting, "What? Bella? No, we're just friends!"

You find yourself calling Bella late at night with ridiculous excuses, like asking about tomorrow’s homework or pretending to have "accidentally" dialed her.

Bella answers every time, confused but amused by your awkwardness, not realizing how much you’re hanging onto every word she says.

You make a show of casually hanging around her locker, chatting with random classmates until she shows up. When she finally does, you act like it’s a total coincidence.

"Oh, Bella! Hey! Fancy seeing you here… at your own locker… again…"

You have a photo of Bella taped inside your locker door, claiming it’s there because it’s a "funny photo." But really, you stare at it every morning before class, sighing dramatically as you shut the door.

You get visibly flustered whenever Bella gets too close or when she casually touches your arm. You try to play it off with a joke, but your cheeks are burning, and everyone, including Bella, can see it.

You casually ask Bella if she’s going to the upcoming dance, pretending you’re only asking because "Mike and Jessica keep bugging me about it."

When she says she’s going with Edward, you force a laugh and say, "Oh, yeah! Cool! I was just wondering if you had any idea of who i shoud ask…"

You deny your feelings aggressively, even to yourself. When Bella starts dating Edward, you pretend to be completely fine, loudly cheering them on and even jokingly asking, "When’s the wedding?"

[jasperhaleobsessed]

What if Bella was raised by Charlie instead of Renee?

November 13, 1987

"Charlie I can't do this anymore, I feel stuck in this town and I can't put down roots here when I know I'll be miserable. I can't make this mistake anymore which is why I'm gone by the time your reading this. It isn't you, I love you with all my heart but I'm lonely and I feel empty inside because of it. I just can't stand to be here anymore. But, most of all, I feel that even if I was happy here I could never give you what you want. Stability and responsibility. I never been able to remember the important things. I'm scattered brained and I can never remember for the life of me to pay bills or go to the grocery, if I forget to do it for myself then how can I provide stable childhood to my daughter? Or my husband? It isn't fair to you or her. I love you, I'm sorry but it isn't enough nor right."

-Renee

Preface

Three months after I was born my dad and my mother divorced. My mother was never one for small town life. My grandparents on my dad's side were sick and he needed to stay in Forks to take care of them. And he took a job as an officer at the local police station to support them. But that also meant he spent less time with my mother and she was cooped up by herself constantly. I think that weighed on her. I couldn't completely fault her for being unhappy or wanting to move somewhere more acting. But, I couldn't help but wish they'd worked it out or something rather than her leaving. At the same time at least my childhood wasn't filled with bickering and hatred from my parents, if they were still together there could have been mutual resentment and maybe that would have been worse. I didn't have the best relationship with my mom, I never had after she left my dad I only stayed with her during the summers. And whenever I visited her it felt like I was the parent, I didn't always mind that she wanted to know if I had a boyfriend or who I was friends with or what hobbies I was currently interested in but what bothered me was she was more like a friend than mom. All I had ever wanted was mom not a friend.

But at least I had the greatest dad in the world. He doted me and he never hovered. My dad and I were alike in many ways both more introverted and less social. In some ways though, I think because we were comfortable around each other there could be comfortable silence but also be very talkative with one another. He was more in sports and I was more of a bookworm and yet he took the time to ask me about my books, even if he wasn't one for literature he'd still put in the effort. And even though I despised sports I still asked questions here and there to show I cared.

I loved that about my dad his commitment and unconditional love. It's something I'll always cherish with me. Even if I didn't always get along with my mother, I still loved her. I always would, I will always love them both. So much. I'd do anything for them, even if it meant giving my life for theirs's.

8/10/03

Dear Diary,

My name is Isabella Swan, my friends and family call me Bella, I'm 17-Years-Old and I live in Forks, Washington. My parents are divorced and my mom just remarried. The wedding was beautiful. My dad is still single of course but I can't talk either. I've lived in the sleepy town of Forks since I was a itty bitty baby. My mom left my dad when I was three-months-old. Yikes, right? She only left a note but surprisingly they are on good speaking terms.

My dad was never one for confrontation, he was a very calm and placid guy. My mother on the other hand was erratic and hyper but passionate and loving. My dad was warm and kind but quiet. And my mom was the same except for the quiet part. She was loud and rumbunctious. She hovered and my dad left me to my own devices. He didn't like to be over bearing, he understood I needed space. My mom wanted to know everything, every little detail. She meant well but I wasn't going to say I didn't get annoyed here and there. But I still enjoyed the summers we spent together.

My best friend is Jacob Black, he lives on the reservation. I wish we could go to the same school but we hang on the weekends and spend time building bikes and around bonfires. Jake is a bit younger than me but he's very sweet, a ball of sunshine. I've known him my whole life especially since my father is friends with his. Billy Black. He's like a second father to me, he tells the best stories. We've been doing Thanksgivings and Christmas's as far back as I can remember, I believe my dad and Billy have been friends since High School. He was there for my dad when my mom and dad divorced.

And my other best friend Angela goes to my high school with me. Which, I'm very thankful for. Luckily, we have each other to get through the chaos of High School. Angela and I have a group of friends consisting of Jessica, Mike, Eric, and Tyler. But, I'm the closest with Angela. She's so sweet and bit introverted like me. She's a good listener like me, so we both can talk with one another but also get some good advice. We both like to read and have the same humor. Jessica is the gossip in our group but we can't help but gossip over boys. Ever since her crush on Eric, I've been hounding her over asking him out. And she's been trying to set me and Mike up, I don't have the heart to tell her no. Mike really is only my friend, I think Jessica likes him. Angela been my best friend since we were in diapers and I couldn't have asked for a better friend.

In other words, my life is pretty ordinary and boring. Fun, right?

Anyways, for an early birthday present my mom gave me a diary to write down my thoughts. To help me feel more organized and have a place to vent me thoughts when needed. I thought I should write a little introduction to my life.

Well, hi, this is me. Well, today is the first day of school, so I better get going or else my dad will have my head.

-Sincerely, B.S

Notes: divider by @enchanthings-a idea inspired by a post I saw on tumblr and a fanfiction concepts I saw on reddit.

[profoundstarfishmusic]

[hoahoahoahoahoa]

What if Mike Newton happened to have one of those really, really big extended families? I’m talking 200+ cousins spread across the US

Every time the Cullens move, they run into another branch of Newtons, and Edward manages to have beef with at least one of them. Every. Time.

Eventually there’s a big Newton Family Reunion (more like a convention, given the size) in Chicago— the Midwest happens to have the largest concentration of Newtons. Of course Edward and Bella happen to be taking a trip to Edward’s hometown for their anniversary; they keep running into Newtons. Edward is surrounded by nemeses of all different generations. He felt more relaxed in Volterra

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LEAVE HER (EVEN THOUGH SHE'S MY SISTER)

pairing: edward cullen x male reader synopsis: your sister was dating Edward, someone who you had a crush on, but the boy was obviously straight. So, as the good brother you were, you avoided him because he was temptation on legs—however, when Bella stupidly lets Jacob kiss her, your emotions get the best of you.

You avoided Edward Cullen like he was a cliff’s edge—beautiful, mysterious, and dangerous to stand too close to. Because being near him was like holding a match to your skin. The longer you lingered, the more it hurt. You weren’t blind. You saw the way people looked at him. Like he stepped out of a dream. But while others were awestruck, you were quietly haunted. Not just by his perfect face, his velvet voice, or the way time seemed to still around him—but because he was with Bella.

Your sister.

And no matter how complicated their relationship was, she was still the one he looked at. Still the one he waited for. So you avoided him. Not out of hate. Out of self-preservation. Because Edward Cullen was temptation on legs, and you were just the idiot brother who fell for the man his sister claimed.

But today? Today, something snapped.

It started with the slam of the front door. Bella stormed in, red-cheeked and bristling with emotion. You looked up from the couch with a frown, ready to ignore her as usual. Then you noticed the tear tracks on her cheeks. And for the first time in weeks, you asked, “What happened?”

She hesitated. Then, avoiding your eyes, she muttered, “Jacob kissed me.”

The world tilted. Your fingers curled into fists. “He what?”

She flinched. “It wasn’t—I didn’t want him to. I told him I love Edward—”

“But you let him?”

“I didn’t let him—”

You stood, breath shallow with fury. “Bella, what the fuck is wrong with you?”

Her eyes flashed. “It’s not that big a deal!”

“It is if you care about Edward,” you snapped. “But you don’t, do you? You say you do, but you keep playing this stupid game between the two of them.”

“I didn’t ask for your opinion,” she hissed, brushing past you. “You don’t know anything about it.”

“I know enough,” you growled. “Enough to see that if Jacob thought he could kiss you, it’s because you let him believe he had a chance.”

She didn’t reply. Just stormed up the stairs and slammed her door shut behind her.

Good.

Because the person you really wanted to speak to just arrived.

The front door creaked open again—quieter this time. Edward stepped inside like he didn’t want to be seen, pale and cold and heartbreakingly tense. His eyes met yours, and for once, you didn’t look away. “She told you?”

You nodded. “Yeah.”

He swallowed thickly. “It wasn’t just the kiss.”

You leaned against the kitchen counter. “What else?”

“She let him hold her hand.” That knocked the breath from your lungs. “Bella said it was just comfort. That she needed someone after the newborn fight, and I was distracted, so she didn't come to me.”

You stared at him. His voice was even, but you saw the cracks. The hairline fractures that had been forming for months.

“Edward,” you said carefully, stepping forward. “You need to leave her.” His eyes snapped to yours, yet you didn’t back down. “Bella doesn’t love you. Not really. Not the way she should. If she did, Jacob wouldn’t exist in your relationship. He’d be a memory. A closed chapter. But he’s not. He’s on every damn page.”

Edward didn’t speak.

“Every time she runs to him, you forgive it,” you continued. “Every time he touches her, you tell yourself it didn’t mean anything. But it does, Edward. It does. Because people don’t let others cross boundaries unless they want them to.” You took a breath, trembling. “Bella keeps both of you because she’s too selfish to choose. And you? You let her. You let her hurt you.”

“Why are you saying all this?” Edward’s voice cracked.

“Because someone should.”

“Bella’s your sister.”

“And she’s not a saint,” you snapped. “We don’t get along. Not really. We haven’t in years. And I’m sick of watching you shatter into pieces over someone who doesn’t even know what the hell she wants.”

Silence stretched between you. Then you added, softer, “You deserve better than that.”

Edward’s expression wavered. “And who, exactly, do you think I deserve?”

Your lips parted—but the words caught. He took a slow step toward you.

You turned your gaze away. “Don’t do that.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’ve spent every day for the past year convincing myself I don’t feel what I feel. Because I’ve avoided you, ignored you, tried so damn hard to stay away—but no matter how far I run, you’re still there. In my head. In every room.” Edward didn’t move. You looked up, finally, and met his golden eyes. “I’m in love with you and I hate that I am.”

Edward blinked. A tremor passed through him.

“I didn’t mean to—”

“I know,” he cut in. “I know you didn’t.”

You stepped back, trying to collect yourself. “Look, forget I said anything. I just—needed you to know that she’s not worth your pain. That’s all.”

You turned to leave.

“Wait.”

His voice stopped you.

You turned halfway. He looked conflicted. Torn. But not angry.

“You think I haven’t noticed you?” Edward asked softly. “All those days you left the room when I walked in. How you won’t meet my eyes. The way you say my name like it hurts.” Your heart stuttered. “I thought it was because you hated me.”

You gave a tired laugh. “No. I just hated myself for loving you.”

Edward took a step closer. Then another. “I don’t know what I’m doing anymore,” he whispered. “Everything’s spinning. But when I look at you—it stops.”

You blinked fast, throat tightening. You could feel your pulse thudding in your ears, a drumbeat of everything you weren’t supposed to feel. Everything you’d buried beneath good intentions and distance and guilt.

He was so close now.

So damn close.

“Say something,” he pleaded, his voice breaking.

You did.

“…Can I kiss you?”

The question fell between you like a stone in still water—rippling, quiet, undeniable. Edward didn’t speak. But the look in his eyes shifted. That golden stare, always so unreadable, now burned with something unguarded. Hope. Hunger. Sadness. You didn’t know which was stronger, but none of them looked like no. And when he didn’t pull away, when he didn’t vanish into the shadows like you’d expected him to, you stepped in closer.

“I won’t hurt you,” you whispered. “Not like she does.”

“I know,” he murmured.

And then—then—he kissed you.

It wasn’t perfect.

His lips trembled, uncertain, like he hadn’t kissed someone without guilt in years. Like he wasn’t sure he deserved it. But you kissed him like you meant it—fingers gently curling into his sweater, your other hand brushing up the side of his cool neck, anchoring him to the present, to you.

He melted.

Not instantly. Slowly. Reluctantly. Like a storm easing into stillness. Like someone who had been starved of softness and was learning how to feel again. His hands hovered near your waist before eventually resting there—light, reverent. He kissed you like he was scared you'd vanish the moment he stopped.

And when you finally parted, breathless, you didn’t step away.

Neither did he.

Edward’s forehead rested gently against yours, his eyes still closed like he couldn’t quite believe it. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

“But you did.”

A pause. Then: “I’m not sorry,” he admitted.

You exhaled, shaky and relieved. “Good.”

[immortalseaqueen]

🎶It’s a possibility🎶

[xostrawberrymlk]

idea……. if Rob and Kirsten for some reason couldn’t do the voice acting for Bella and Edward in the Midnight Sun series CAN WE PLEASE RECRUIT Illyana Kadushin & Jake Abel, the rest of the twilight cast should be able to do their characters (they are more than willing) also if Taylor Lautner couldn’t do Jacob it can only be Matt Walters ALSO FOR VICTORIA PLS IT HAS TO RACHELLE, their voices all match the characters so perfectly 🥺🙏🏽

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𝕋𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥

Anna Kendrick as ᴊᴇꜱꜱɪᴄᴀ ꜱᴛᴀɴʟᴇʏ × Michael Welch as ᴍɪᴋᴇ ɴᴇᴡᴛᴏɴ × Christian Serratos as ᴀɴɢᴇʟᴀ ᴡᴇʙᴇʀ × Justin Chon as ᴇʀɪᴄ ʏᴏʀᴋɪᴇ (dir. Catherine Hardwicke • 2008)