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I don’t know what to do with myself anymore I just want to be able to be with you and be with you and I can be with you and you know that can be with me and I can be

Thanks for this.

The middle button predictor always repeats the same things.

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Guys

I started but I only have 300 words.

I will admit I have been inactive and lurking for a long time. I do still enjoy Twilight, although I’m kind of obsessed with Supernatural at the moment…

Anyways, here are some thoughts I’d like to run by you. Please vote for one you’d like to see in the future :)

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HELP SO MANY PEOPLE VOTED AND I HAVENT MADE ANYTHING 💔💔 ITS BEEN HALF A YEAR

I will admit I have been inactive and lurking for a long time. I do still enjoy Twilight, although I’m kind of obsessed with Supernatural at the moment…

Anyways, here are some thoughts I’d like to run by you. Please vote for one you’d like to see in the future :)

[obsessedwithtwilight]

I will admit I have been inactive and lurking for a long time. I do still enjoy Twilight, although I’m kind of obsessed with Supernatural at the moment…

Anyways, here are some thoughts I’d like to run by you. Please vote for one you’d like to see in the future :)

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I’m not gonna lie, but I feel so Bella coded.

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I’m working on something right now, I did have the first chapter done for it but I’m rewriting it because I think my writing has improved since I’ve started a creative writing class.

This series is about a reader being transported into the Twilight universe starting at movie 1. I do use some of my personal experiences for certain parts of the story, it just makes it easier for me to write.

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Help

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I mentally cannot finish this song fic, so you may have the unfinished part. And if I ever do finish it then, well, I’ll post it.

‘.. Hate to give the satisfaction asking how you’re doing now.

How’s the castle built of people you pretend to care about?

Just what you wanted..

Look at you, cool guy, you got it.

I see the parties and the diamonds sometimes when I close my eyes.

Six months of torture you stole as some forbidden paradise.

I loved you truly.

Gotta laugh at the stupidity.’

Edward was one of those guys you only meet once in a life time. When you first met him you were immediately infatuated with him, and you definitely thought he was too.

He gradually warmed up to you and you became friends, then gradually you started dating. You had seen the stares the girls at school gave you, they called him bad and he called them crazy, convincing you they were crazy too.

‘Cuz I’ve made some real big mistakes.’

On your first date he took you to a cliff, a cliff. An actual cliff that if you fell off of you’d probably die. You had a picnic there, you didn’t seem to notice him not eating.

‘But you make the worst one look fine.’

You could remember how fear coursed through your veins as he pretended to push you, and how you thought about almost pushing him back.

‘I should’ve known it was strange’

Whenever you went on dates it was always cloudy or raining, and despite your protests, he’d always insist you’d be too hot in the sun and it would be better without it.

‘You only come out at night.’

You found it strange, but knew better than to judge him. You wish you had.

‘I used to think I was smart

But you made me look so naïve’

The way he flirted with you had you weak at the knees, and he seemed to love the way he had control over you body… although he seemed to love it a little bit too much, which made you cautious, but not as cautious as you should have been.

‘The way you sold me for parts’

You loved the thrill of being with him, it was like your little secret as he was very adamant that no one should know. It was confusing to you- his nature- his allure was confusing to you, but you loved it; so so much.

‘As you sunk your teeth into me’

It came as quite a shock to you when he became distant, you didn’t know what you did wrong, but you never could’ve fathomed that he was *cheating* on you.

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I just turned 20 yay guys

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I felt like maybe I should share this for someone who needs it. Below are some healthy outlets I use when I’m angry

- Write. Write down your feelings, turn them into a story if you want. You don’t have to be good at writing to do it, and it’s a really good way to let your anger out. You can write anything, and you don’t even have to share it or let anyone see it. You could just write it down and then crumple the paper and throw it away, or burn it. You can write something on a google doc and then delete it.

- Draw. Draw your feelings, ever heard of vent art? Try that, and like writing you don’t need to be good at it to do it.

- Scream into a pillow, I swear it works.

- Cry. Sometimes all you need to do is cry, and that’s okay. It’s okay to cry, everyone does it and there’s no reason why you should feel ashamed to do it. No one should ever get mad at you for being upset.

- Talk to someone. Not necessarily a therapist, maybe a family member like your parents or siblings, or a close friend.

One thing I used to do a lot, and sometimes still do, is sleep when I’m upset. And sure it helps in the moment but you’re going to wake up and your emotions are just going to be bottled up inside of you and explode again. Sleeping isn’t an outlet, and over sleeping isn’t healthy.

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This is how I feel right now.

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Jasper Hale X Male! Reader (part. 1)

(I couldn't live with myself, leaving you all with the old version of my fic when I have an updated one. So here you go, updated fic! Meaning, that if you've read something similar to this on here, or something exactly like this on Ao3, then it is mine. This is part one of, if everything goes as planned, three parts.)

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"This is (y/n)."

The voice sounded blurry to him, as if he was underwater. Where was that ringing coming from? Was it even ringing? He wasn't sure, might as well just be him, might as well just get tinnitus because honestly, that would just be typical wouldn't it. Why was it so dark?... Maybe his eyes were just closed.

Memories, memories (memories had to be the key to figuring this out, right? Right.) - what was the last thing he remembered? He was in town to go shopping. Working late left him to do his groceries in the evening. It was dark, at least past 9 pm, and there weren't a lot of people out on the narrow cobbled city streets. No people. That's how he liked it.

A group of broad and tall statures with guns came out of nowhere. The rest of it was blurry- there was shouting, three rounds of bullets being fired, and then he felt the impact of his body hitting the ground. He remembered losing his vision, and feeling himself stop breathing.

And now he was here. And he realised he was not exactly sure where 'here' was. And he realised he should be dead (why wasn't he dead?).

He could hear distant arguing. But maybe they were right next to him. He wasn't sure of anything at the moment, not that he was sure of much usually. 

Parts of what was being said were comprehensible.

"....isn't safe..."

"...let him die!..."

"...dangerous!..."

"...what could I..."

(Y/n) opened his eyes just a little, only to be blinded by a heavenlike light. Squinting, he could see that the room he was in was very white, almost sterile. However, he had a feeling this was no hospital room. Then again, he was still not even sure where he was.

A groan escaped him as he felt his head start to pound, nausea rising in his throat. The people talking suddenly stopped, their attention on him. He couldn't make out any of their faces if he wanted to, and honestly, he didn't care much for that right now - not with his splitting headache. It would be absolutely lovely if they could give him something for the headache though. 

A wave of pain washed through him then, burning at his nerves and spreading through his body like a wildfire spreading through the woods. He hissed, body contorting and arching as the stabbing agony continued rocking through him, numbing every other sense he had.

"Stay with us-!"

"-me the morphine-"

And (y/n) passed out again.

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The next time (y/n) woke up he was in a significantly more comfortable state. There were no echoing arguing voices around him and no pounding in his head as if it were splitting open. In fact, he could hear the distant sounds of birds chirping and the wind rustling through leaves. Was he in the woods? He'd just been in the city.

His throat felt scratchy, though (is this how those people in desert movies felt like?) And as he opened his eyes he was pleasantly surprised by no little sterile rooms, coupled with no blinding lights. Slowly, he sat up.

His eyes focused, and he glanced around. There were giant windows all around him, and outside of the glass was, indeed, a forest. A fucking forest (?). Not to mention, he couldn't remember ever having this good eyesight. (It had been one of his favourite problems to neglect - opticians are expensive.) 

And he also realised that none of the windows were open, which was odd, seeing as he could hear the birds as though they were right next to him. Could be some weird new glass, though. People do crazy things with glass nowadays. 

The living room, which he assumed was where he found himself, was bigger than his whole studio apartment and decorated with minimalism in mind it seemed. It honestly looked like the home of an eccentric rich man. If this was a kidnapping it was the highest class kidnapping he'd ever heard of. Five-star rated kidnapping. 

(Y/n) wasn't a very big fan of minimalism. (Then again; not his house.)

As the young man stood up and absentmindedly roamed around the house, he realised that he was... Seemingly alone. Awkwardly peeking into every room he came across and calling out only seemed to confirm this; his own voice being the only thing echoing back to him in response.

He wasn't sure if that was a good sign or a bad sign in this situation - first time being kidnapped and all.

Finally (y/n) ended up in the kitchen. Yeah, some water would definitely soothe the dryness in his throat - motherfucker, had they fed him a desert when he was out??

He sighed and reached up to tug open a cabinet, and stumbled back, caught off guard as he tugged the entire cabinet door off of its hinges. He stared at the door in his hands with wide eyes. (The fuck?? It's not even heavy...)

"...huh."

He hesitantly put the door down, squinting at it suspiciously and assuming the hinges or the wood was very weak or something. Maybe there were even termites in the wood. He grimaced at the thought of termites as he grabbed a glass for himself, and went over to the sink, grabbing ahold of the sink handle and pulling it back.

Only to yell out in shock as he pulled it off the entire handle, separating the handle from the entire fucking sink, with water now spraying out of it.

He put the glass down (dropped it on the counter) and grasped at the hole, desperately trying to stop the water from pouring out and soaking him and holy shit was it wet holy shit holy shit- 

The clearing of a throat behind him split the silence. His head snapped in that direction, wide eyes staring over his shoulder only to see a blond man in a doctor's jacket, sporting an amused smile on his face. 

Behold the aforementioned rich man, I suppose.

"Uhh... It was like this when I found it."

The man tilted his head, and did not seem convinced.

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After around two hours of explaining the situation, there were three things (y/n) was now sure of.

1. (Y/n) had almost died earlier, and the man in the room with him, Carlisle, suspiciously surprisingly nice for being a rich man, had saved him.

2. He had saved him by turning him into a vampire. He was now a vampire. A fucking vampire.

3. He had been invited to live with him and his other kind-of-but-not-really adopted kids, who were also vampires. It was some sort of clan situation. ("- you mean like, as in a gang?" "(y/n), no-") 

The offer was extremely kind. And the mansion he was in currently was a palace compared to (y/n)'s apartment in the city. Thinking about the sheer size of the mansion was a good distraction from the fact that vampires and vampire clans were real, and had apparently been for a long fucking time.

He also knew that he had pretty much wrecked this man's kitchen. He was ignoring that fact as well. Besides, they were vampires, they didn't even use the kitchen!

Carlisle was nice to him. The doctor had a calming... Feel to him, and explained the situation in a soothing, practiced manner, that showed it was clearly not his first time explaining this. (Y/n) needed that, because he was just about one more life-changing fact away from having a breakdown. Carlisle explained that (y/n) was free to go should he choose, but also explained the dangers of being a lone vampire. ("I-I mean I haven't even met the other people here, I don't know if I can-" "That's alright, if you want to wait until you've met the others that's perfectly fine.")

And also. That thirst in his throat, was a thirst for human blood. (Y/n) violently recoiled as Carlisle stated this, though he couldn't deny the way his throat itched more at the idea, how his mouth seemed to water with venom at the mere mention of human blood.

Carlisle was very clear that there was one condition for letting him stay; he had to drink animal blood instead of human. (Y/n) had agreed quite vigorously. ("Yeah, duh, fuck yeah I agree."). (Y/n) didn't like the sceptical look Carlisle gave him at that. He got the sudden feeling that it wasn't that easy.

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Their conversation was cut off as a door opened across the house, and the rest of the stoic family walked in, quietly. (Y/n) stood up hesitantly, preparing himself for a round of handshakes that never came. None of the 'hi, you must be new here' or the other normal things you'd expect meeting someone for the first time. They simply watched him back. He couldn't help but feel intimidated. Were all vampires like this?

"(Y/n)," Carlisle thankfully took the word, "these are the other members of the family."

The young newborn took his time to examine each one of them, glancing away from time to time and pretending he had the dignity not to stare. (This is so fucking awkward, holy shit.)

There was a kind-looking woman who approached them, standing next to Carlisle and smiling encouragingly at (y/n). 

"Esme. Carlisle's wife." She introduced herself, exchanging a disgustingly adorable look with her husband. Suddenly he felt like he was intruding, so he averted his gaze to the rest of the family.

The rest of them stood quietly in front of him in a line, almost giving off the feeling that they were standing guard. Which was a little bit odd. Did they usually do that? Carlisle had told him how dangerous newborns could be. He wondered if they were watching him for any sign of danger, if they were tense and ready to pounce on him.

The position made it easier for (y/n) to inspect them of course, but surely they could have said something...

From left to right: There was a blonde woman, eyeing him suspiciously. That was fair, he thought; he was new after all. He wondered if Carlisle had forewarned them at all. They didn't seem all too surprised, so he must have. (Y/n) smiled hesitantly at her and his gaze quickly drifted to the man next to her.

This man was... Big. Broad and tall, he practically overflowed with mischievous energy. He smirked back at him as their eyes met. It was possible it was because (Y/n)'s gaze might have lingered a second too long on the man's physique-

The newborn heard a snort from the guy next to him. He looked over at the guy confused, raising an eyebrow.

This man had a typical short-sides-long-on-top-haircut, as well as prominent sideburns. It was certainly... A haircut that one can have. His eyes were glued to the floor, an amused smile on his face, as if laughing at a joke only he knew. (Y/n) found it... Slightly infuriating. The red hair on his head was eye-catching though, he had to admit.

Next to him was a short girl who looked as though she came from a fairytale; like she might grant you three wishes. She grinned gleefully at (y/n) with big sparkling eyes, and (y/n) smiled back, relieved at the almost immediate acceptance he felt from this person. This was maybe the closest thing he'd gotten to a greeting from these people.

(It struck him then that all of them were... Attractive. He wondered if that was part of being a vampire. Was he hot now? He had to look in a mirror.

...

Could he look in a mirror?!)

He heard Carlisle speaking next to him, introducing the members and cutting his spiraling thoughts short.

"This is Rosalie, Emmett, Edward, Alice, and-"

Lastly, there was a man.

He was undeniably very handsome, with his dirty blond curly hair and pale skin (which they all had- was that a vampire trait??). His eyes carried the same yellow tint as all the others in the room- but his were different. They seemed to look into him, not through him the way Rosalie did. He felt seen.

The man in question stepped forward and offered his hand for a handshake (finally a normal fucking greeting. Holy shit.) and introducing himself before Carlisle got to. 

"Jasper. You're the newborn, right?"

He spoke with a Southern accent, which was... strangely attractive on him. (Y/n) tilted his head, observing him as he spoke, not avoiding the piercing eye contact. 

It did however take all of his self-control to not reply with 'duh' to this question.

Instead, he shook his hand, nodding slowly.

"Yeah, that's me... The-the one and only."

Carlisle appeared next to them all of a sudden. (Y/n) liked to think he hadn't noticed his approach because Carlisle moved very quietly, and would adamantly deny getting lost in the moment.

"Jasper has... Experience with newborns. He will be helping you control your urges and figure out how your body works- as you have already noted, your abilities have changed. "

He explained, looking between (y/n) and Jasper. (Y/n) nodded silently, not taking his eyes off of Jasper while Carlisle spoke, and Jasper all the same. Therefore neither of them noticed the knowing look that was exchanged between Edward and Carlisle, nor the curious glances between the rest of the family members, or the wide grin on Alice's face.

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The gentle sounds of a forest filled his ears, and the smell of dirt and nature filled his nose. It was pleasant, not like the oil and smog that festered in his nose and drooped down his throat in the city. The increased sense of smell was, in this case, definitely a good thing about being a vampire.

It was currently only him and Jasper, out in the woods, a place they had frequented the last week while waiting for the vampirism in his body to 'calm down' - a thing it apparently needed to do before they started trying to control his strength. 

(Y/n) thought it was ridiculous, honestly. So what, he broke a measly kitchen door. That didn't mean he was outrageously strong. American houses are practically made of cardboard anyway! But yet... 

"Pick up that log."

Jasper broke the silence as he pointed to a fallen tree, speaking with that lovely accent of his. If only what he said wasn't so incredibly stupid.

(Y/n) scoffed out a laugh in response, arms crossed over his chest.

"Are you joking? I can't pick up a fucking tree! I'm a vampire, not fucking... Superman!" He sputtered, gesturing wildly to the trunk. 

Jasper rolled his eyes and walked past him, over to the fallen tree. The newborn scoffed at him, shaking his head and looking away. Is this guy fucking crazy?

There was a creaking sound, and the next time (y/n) looked over the man had picked up a tree, and was now effortlessly holding it over his head. He looked at (y/n) with a slightly annoyed expression, that he certainly couldn't care less about because Jasper was holding a fucking tree over his head.

(Y/n) was speechless. This guy is fucking crazy-

The dirty-blond man dropped the tree to the ground, casually dusting off his hands as he wandered back over to (y/n).

"Not only are you a vampire; you're a newborn. You're at your strongest point. If you don't learn to control your strength, you could very well accidentally kill any of us."

He stated, crossing his arms over his chest and gazing out over the forest. (Y/n) watched him with shining eyes, amazed and slightly overwhelmed by the situation he found himself in.

The newborn simply nodded dumbly, closing his mouth and walking over to the fallen tree. He swallowed nervously, glancing up at Jasper. The other man offered no support but a piercing and expectant gaze - and somehow that was enough for him to fully know that Jasper believed in him.

Before he knew it, he was holding a tree over his head. He let out a surprised laugh, not caring about the dead leaves falling around him like snow, and looking at Jasper with wide eyes. He dropped the tree to the forest floor with a thud.

It became clear that he actually wasn't human anymore. He couldn't be. Not with the way his skin sparkled beneath the sun and the way physics seemed to bend for him. He wasn't human anymore. 

Maybe he was Superman after all?

 

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"So, we have to figure out what to tell your family, your relatives etcetera..."

It was hardly two weeks into his stay as Carlisle went through the steps of living like a vampire, keeping his eyes fixed on (y/n) with a slightly worried look on his face. Something told the newborn that Carlisle found this to be the hardest part of transitioning into a vampire. 

The group was currently in the living room, and dusk had fallen. (Y/n) found the house to be more homelike during nighttime - the lamps cast a yellow glow that reminded him of fire and made the whiteness of the interior seem less... Constricting.

The topic of (y/n)'s family made the newborn freeze up beneath their excruciating gazes, and he felt a chill run down his spine. He wondered if he had grown pale or if he just felt like he had. He probably couldn't grow pale, could he? No blood and all.

This was an unavoidable subject, the one of his family. Yet it was one he would be more than happy to ignore for the rest of his life - because with the subject of his family, there would be explanations needed, questions answer that he really would prefer not to answer right now.

(Y/n) glanced down nervously. He wasn't sure whether he actually wanted to have a conversation about them. Not now, not yet.

"I-it's fine, they won't mind."

He looked up at Carlisle with a sorry attempt at a reassuring smile on his face. Carlisle frowned.

"They threw him out."

(Y/n) sputtered and spun around, coming face to face with Edward. Edward, who had just told everyone he had been thrown out, abandoned by his own family. Had he any blood his cheeks would burn in shame by now. That stupid mind-reading was getting annoying.

He shot him a glare. Edward merely shrugged.

Fucking asshole. 

"Yes, thank you, Edward."

When he turned back to Carlisle, Jasper was now standing next to him, arms crossed over his chest and with an equally as concerned look on his face as Carlisles. This fucking guy just seems to manifest, he thought.

"Why would they do that?" Jasper mumbled in confusion, more so to himself than genuinely asking. 

"It's because-"

"Edward don't you fucking dare." (Y/n) quickly shot a fierce glare back at Edward, warning him, before looking forward again. He glanced between Jasper and Carlisle (looking just as concerned as before), and then looked down, taking a shaky breath.

This could end badly. It had a track record of ending badly. He didn't want it to end badly. Not with them.

"I'm...I..."

He sighed as he trailed off, digging the heels of his palms into his face and trying to clear his head. Coming out never really did get easier did it? 

"just-... Okay just give me a moment."

"He's gay."

"Edward I swear to fucking mother of Christ-"

Carlisle had to physically stop him from getting into a fight with Edward that night.

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Hi, could you do a Jasper x mermaid/siren female reader?

author's note: this was so fun to write! i wrote gn!reader instead, hope that's ok! i decided to write a little blurb of how i think they'd meet

How to Train Your Mermaid

word count: 507

pairing(s): jasper hale x gn!mermaid!reader

warnings: cliff diving, drowning.

Cliff diving. It's wild and reckless, dangerous. Bella Swan thought it was perfect. She had just wanted to hear Edward's voice again. A beacon that kept her sane during the month's after he'd left her- abandoned her.

A scream pierced through the peaceful lull of waves hitting rocks. Not one of terror, but of exhilaration. It worked. Edward returned to her, albeit as a hallucination. But he was talking to her. She heard his voice echo in her mind. "Don't do this." There was no stopping her now.

What happened? The current pulled her under the wild waves, wrapping around her like a blanket that pulled her straight down.

'Goodbye,' she thought. 'I love you.' At that moment, her head broke the surface. She was pinned to the rocks, dazed, confused, but breathing. The salt water burned the back of her throat as she coughed up water out of her airways. How? What was that? Flashes of h/c hair, scales- a tail? ran through her mind. Cold hands that grabbed her by the waist. Something- someone had saved her.

"Bella!"

She did not want to do this again. She stood atop the cliffs once again, preparing herself for her second free fall. She didn't have much time, Alice would be showing up any second now to stop her. Though, Bella did think she was acting sorta strange today now that she thought about it. Anyway, she wasn't going to give up now, she wasn't going to let Edward or Alice or anyone else get into her mind and tell her what she saw. That hard-headedness is what pushed her over the edge, literally.

Jacob Black wasn't too far away. Far enough away for him to go unnoticed, but close enough that he could save Bella were for this to go wrong. He almost didn't believe his eyes at first. Flashes of a bright blue under the blanket of dark water. H/c just barely peaking above the surface as they swam with Bella toward the water's edge. There was no denying it now.

"I don't know how to explain this to you- but there's a mermaid in the back of my truck." Edward couldn't help but chuckle through the phone's receiver. Bella looked at Jacob with a look that made him speak up immediately. "She's not kidding."

They were already outside when Bella and Jacob pulled up. Alice was there, bouncing on the balls of her feet with excitement, Edward sending a knowing glance at Jasper who was standing beside them cross-armed and seriously peeved he was pulled away for this, and Emmett who looked way too excited.

A new smell emitted from the truck as they pulled into the driveway. A sweet smell that enveloped him like nothing before. He could see Alice grinning at him from his peripheral but he was too entranced with the sight of them as they jumped out of the truck with Bella and Jacob to look at them.

"Wait, I thought mermaids were supposed to have tails."

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Ok this might be a long shot, but I was thinking; the reader is a new student and all of the Cullens immediately feel a pull towards them (they’re mates with all of them) and because the reader is shy they find it hard to approach and talk to them.

Not a long shot at all, thank you for requesting :)

❝the mating pull❞

✭ pairing : cullens x reader

✭ fandom : twilight

✭ summary : (y/n) is the new girl at Forks Highschool, she just wanted to get through the new school year unnoticed but that’s kinda hard to do when you’re suddenly the center of attention for all of the schools hot and mystery students

✭ twilight masterlist

The town of Forks was shrouded in a perpetual grayness that matched (Y/N)'s apprehensive mood as she stepped out of the car. Her heart raced with a mixture of excitement and trepidation as she stared at the unfamiliar facade of Forks High School.

The decision to move to this small, rainy town had been made for her, and she was determined to make the best of it, even though her social anxiety had other plans.

Clutching her backpack tightly, (Y/N) took a deep breath and made her way towards the main entrance. She kept her gaze fixed on the ground, feeling the weight of the stares from her new classmates.

She was hyper-aware of the curious glances and hushed whispers that followed her every step. The last thing she wanted was to draw attention to herself.

Unbeknownst to (Y/N), a group of students had gathered by the school's entrance, their gazes fixated on her.

Among them was Edward Cullen, whose keen senses had already picked up on her presence even before she had stepped out of the car. He exchanged a knowing glance with his adoptive siblings: Alice, Rosalie, Jasper, and Emmett.

(Y/N)'s quiet demeanor had caught their attention, but it was more than that. There was an inexplicable pull that tugged at their instincts, an unexplainable feeling that left them simultaneously bewildered and intrigued. Each of them felt a unique connection to her, a bond that defied reason.

As (Y/N) entered the school building, she hesitated before her locker. Fingers fumbling with the combination, she struggled to ignore the sensation of being watched. She had always preferred the background, the safety of being unnoticed, but it seemed that fate had other plans for her.

In the cafeteria during lunch, (Y/N) found herself a secluded corner table. She pulled out a book, hoping to lose herself in its pages and escape the sea of unfamiliar faces.

However, as she glanced up, her eyes inadvertently met a golden gaze that sent a jolt of electricity down her spine. Edward Cullen was seated at a distance, his penetrating gaze holding hers for a moment longer than was usual.

(Y/N)'s heart raced as she quickly dropped her gaze back to her book, her cheeks flushing with a mixture of embarrassment and unease. Little did she know, Edward wasn't the only one who had felt that strange connection. Alice's eyes had widened with realization, and she exchanged an excited glance with her siblings.

The rest of the day passed in a blur, with (Y/N) managing to avoid drawing too much attention to herself. Yet, the strange feeling of being watched persisted, and she couldn't shake off the uncanny sensation that someone, or rather, someones, were following her every move.

As the final bell rang, signaling the end of the school day, (Y/N) practically fled the building. She was eager to retreat to the solitude of her new home, away from the prying eyes and overwhelming emotions that seemed to surround her at every turn.

Unbeknownst to her, the Cullen siblings watched her departure from a distance, each lost in their own thoughts. The connection they felt towards (Y/N) was unlike anything they had ever experienced before, and they were determined to uncover the mystery behind it.

Cullen siblings? Was there something more to this than she could comprehend? Her anxiety warred with her curiosity, leaving her feeling both excited and overwhelmed.

As the days turned into weeks, (Y/N)'s interactions with the Cullens deepened. Edward's conversations became more frequent, his inquisitive nature drawing her out of her shell.

Rosalie's confidence inspired her to be bolder, while Emmett's humor never failed to make her laugh. Jasper's calming presence made her feel more at ease, and Alice's friendship brought a sense of adventure into her life.

Though (Y/N) was still navigating the complexities of her new friendships, a sense of belonging began to take root. She started to see beyond her own fears and anxieties, opening up to the possibility of forming deeper connections.

One evening, as twilight bathed the town in its soft glow, the Cullens invited (Y/N) to their home. Nervous but intrigued, she accepted the invitation. The Cullen residence was nothing short of impressive, yet it held an air of warmth that made her feel welcome.

Seated in the living room, surrounded by the Cullens, (Y/N) felt a sense of tranquility she had never experienced before. It was as though the puzzle pieces of her life were slowly falling into place, revealing a bigger picture she had never dared to imagine.

As the evening wore on, Edward finally broached the subject that had been on all their minds. "We've all felt a connection to you, (Y/N), a bond that defies explanation."

(Y/N)'s heart raced, and she met the gazes of each Cullen sibling in turn. Their expressions held a mixture of earnestness and vulnerability.

"We've come to realize," Rosalie continued, "that the connection we feel towards you isn't just coincidental. It's something more profound."

“Firstly what we say may come off as strange at first but just know we are telling the absolute truth,” Emmett says.

Jasper's voice was calm as he added, "We believe that you're our mate, (Y/N). All of ours."

(Y/N)'s breath caught in her throat. The weight of their words hung in the air, filling the room with a charged energy. Her mind raced, trying to process the enormity of what they were saying.

“Mate?”

Edward reached out, his hand finding hers, his touch gentle yet electric. "It's okay if you need time to understand and accept this. We're here for you, no matter what."

Tears welled up in (Y/N)'s eyes, but this time, they weren't tears of anxiety. They were tears of wonder, of gratitude for finding a group of people who saw her for who she truly was and accepted her unconditionally.

Though she didn’t really understand what was going on she and the cullens knew she had a inking of what they might’ve been.

As the night grew darker outside, the bond between (Y/N) and the Cullens grew stronger within the walls of their home. In the midst of uncertainty and newfound connections, she felt a glimmer of hope—a hope that maybe, just maybe, she had found a place where she truly belonged.

[obsessedwithtwilight]

I don’t normally request stuff, but something with Carlisle and a mermaid/merman reader? Like they have never met a human let alone a vampire before, but they just see him one day and become immediately infatuated and approach him.

I’m sorry hon, but I don’t think I can write for this idea. Thank you for it and feel free to send in a different idea! (:

@twilight-at-midnight

[obsessedwithtwilight]

The ballet teachers in twilight coming to work on monday finding their mirrors broken, the floor ripped out and a mutilated corpse on the ground: