#Twlight x reader

[stumacherstan]

Hello love! Can i request an imagine of Paul Lahote and reader that he somehow lets her get away with things the whole pack think its crazy how u can make him so soft with only ur presence and one day he gets so mad he cant shift back and they call u so u can help? Thank you!

Paul Lahote x Reader Drabble:

You groan at the repeated ringing of your phone. You just wanted to sleep in. You grumpily answered, “Hello?!”

“Finally you answered. It’s Paul.”

You sat up and rubbed your eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“He can’t shift back. We need you.”

You blushed. You knew what Sam meant. You were the only one to calm him down enough. “O-oh okay. I’m on my way.” As you were about to hang up you heard Sam call out to Paul that he was in trouble now. It made you giggle.

You quickly got dressed and got into your car to head over. You already knew the way so you let your mind wander about your relationship with the hothead. He was stubborn and rude but he was just a big teddy bear underneath that. Paul has always treated you right and with love. He lets your snide comments pass, just lets you do whatever you want with him. You love that.

You came to a stop and got out the car. You ventured further until you saw your boyfriend pacing and snarling. The others looked relieved to finally see you. “Paul!” You called out with your arms crossed.

Paul looked at you and abruptly looked away.

“I know you’re not ignoring me!” You walked towards him which made the others worry. “You need to calm down. Do you wanna be stuck like this forever?”

Paul huffed and trailed into the woods as you followed in suit. Paul laid down and rolled over.

You laid with him and ran your fingers through his fur. “I don’t know why you’re mad, but we can talk it out. You can’t keep shifting and staying this way to avoid your problems. I’m here for you baby. Please change back.” You looked into his deep brown eyes and smiled softly. Then cringed lightly when you heard the bones changing.

“You made me soft.” Paul muttered.

You threw shorts and a shirt at him. “Yeah yeah. You love me though.”

“I do. I love you more than you’ll ever know.” Paul smooched you.

You giggled. “I think I’ll always know.”

[yandere-daydreams]

Screening: Invasion of the Body Snatchers (1978).

Pairing: Yandere!Carlisle Cullen x Reader (Twilight).

Word Count: 2.1k.

TW: Wildly Unbalanced Power Dynamics, Medical Malpractice, Blood, Controlling Behavior, Deliberate Social Isolation, Misuse of Prescription Drugs, and Generalized Twilight. Dead Dove: Do Not Eat.

It might’ve just been the isolation getting to you, but you were starting to think that your doctor wasn’t completely human.

Not that you’d ever say so out loud. At best, it was awful thing to think about a man who’d only ever been kind to you and, at worst, it proved yet another symptom to your ever-developing, ever-worsening illness had cropped up and would need further treatment to correct. You knew better than to say things that would make you seem more sick than you already were, but it was hard to stop yourself from lingering on the idea – especially considering you only had books, sleep, and his company to pass the endless time. Admittedly, it’d been a while since you’d seen another person, but you could’ve sworn he was paler than he should’ve been, to the point of bloodlessness. He never ate or drank around you, but sometimes when he spoke, the light would catch on his teeth in a way that made them look too sharp, too prominent. You might’ve been dreaming, but once, after you took your medicine but just before you fell asleep, you swore you saw him taking the cap off of the blood sample he’d taken a few minutes prior, like he planned to do something aside from—

You heard a door open and instantly, your paranoia was dismissed in favor of more interesting stimuli. In this case, that came in the form of your doctor, Carlisle Cullen, stepping into your bedroom, an inhumanly perfect smile already painted across his inhumanly perfect lips.

…maybe you should tell somebody about your little conspiracy. If only to be absolutely sure that you were really losing your mind.

“Good morning,” he said, and it occurred to you that you hadn’t thought to check the time, yet. Your life existed in three states: alone, asleep, and with Carlisle. Only that last one really mattered – the other two could easily be lumped into the same category helpfully labeled ‘waiting for Carlisle’s next visit’. “Have you been keeping yourself busy?”

“I’ve only been awake for a couple hours,” you explained, shrugging as he took his usual seat in the chair left next to your bed. He was always polite enough to ask about the boring details of your day, and you were always embarrassed enough to skirt around just how little you had the energy for. Most of the time, it was all you could do to pull yourself out of bed and yourself to eat before retreating back into your little safe haven. On a good day, you’d be able to go for a walk, maybe respond to a few of the calls you were constantly missing, but most days weren’t very good. “Reading, mostly. Thanks again for the recommendation.”

The book he’d lent you – a dry historical drama with characters as bland as water and a plot as boring as sin – sat open on your lap, but you’d only gotten through half a chapter before giving up. It was hard to believe Carlisle was only a few years older than you, sometimes. You couldn’t imagine how someone who seemed so young could have such awful taste.

Still, he looked pleased, his pleasantly aloof expression taking on a defined note of satisfaction. “It’s important to keep your mind occupied while your body’s recovering. You wouldn’t want to waste all of my hard work by letting yourself die of boredom, now, would you?”

“No, doctor.” It was stupid to try, but he’d set himself up for it. You couldn’t seem to stop yourself, your heart beating just a little faster as you grasped blindly for the impossible. “You know, there’s this friend of mine who keeps asking when she’ll be able to visit, and I thought it might help pass the time if—”  

“You’ll have to find a way to let her down.” Carlisle’s voice was smooth, calm. You did your best not to sulk, but still, he let out a labored sigh, only a touch too professional to roll his eyes. “It’s for the best. It’s good that you stay active, but you know what’ll happen if you overexert yourself, don’t you?”

Vaguely. It was hard to remember the details of your condition, and you weren’t in the mood for another lecture. “I do, doctor.”

“And you’re going to behave your check-up, aren’t you?”

“I am, doctor.”

“And that’s why you’re my favorite patient.” Your compliance was rewarded with a beaming smile, an appeased nod as he pulled his old-fashioned leather doctor’s bag into his lap. “We better make good on that promise before you change your mind, then.”

You didn’t protest. Honestly, you didn’t say much of anything. You never talked during your exam, preferring to let Carlisle go through the necessary motions with as little interference as possible. Instead, he filled the silence with mindless chatter about his children and how they were doing at the local public school, the hospital’s ongoings since you were unofficially discharged, and your favorite – Forks’ particularly colorful smalltown gossip, from the sheriff’s wayward daughter moving back into town to the spike in bear sightings on the local hiking paths. “It’ll be a busy week,” he mentioned, as he finished taking your blood pressure. “You might have some unexpected company, after all.”

At that, you perked up. You met nearly all of Carlisle’s assistants (medical students, you guessed, judging by their ages) by now, and even if you didn’t care for all of them, it was still nice to see someone other than him. Your least favorites were the dark haired twins – the wiry boy who always seemed to be biting back a smirk and the pixie-like girl who always acted like she knew something you didn’t – and you were particularly fond of the blonde girl… Rosemary, or maybe Rosaline. She was nice, compassionate, kind enough to keep you company even when Carlisle wasn’t in the room. More importantly, she brought interesting books – romance and horror, novels like Dracula and Carmilla and Interview with a Vampire, always handing over with a sweet smile and a hushed reminder not to let Carlisle know she was breaking his rules. Looking back on it, you probably shouldn’t have accepted anything she tried to give you. You would’ve hated for her to get in trouble just because she was trying to be nice.

Rather than voicing your overwhelming bias, you watched intently as he slipped the loose cuff off of your arm, tucking it back into his bag and removing something else, something long and silver and sharp. Immediately, your gaze shot back to your lap, your throat going dry in an instant. The next time you managed to spit something out, it was nearly too quiet to be audible. “…is there any chance we could, uh, I don’t know,” You paused, shrunk into yourself. “…skip the phlebotomy, this time?”

Carlisle’s answer was as swift as it was ruthless. An airy laugh, a jagged twist to this smile as he took up the needle properly and turned it over in his hand, looking for defects. It was already attached the glass syringe and, even worse, an empty vial; just a touch bigger than you remembered it being, the day before. “And take that kind of risk? How little do you think of me, (Y/n)?”

“It’s not you, it’s just—I already feel a little faint, and you take one every day, and—” You cut yourself off, inhaling sharply. “I just don’t know if it’s really necessary. Considering how careful you are and everything.”

“You’re right, I am careful. Which is exactly why I have to do this each and every time I come to see you.” He sighed, shook his head – suddenly more of a patronizing, paternal figure than any kind of medical professional, let alone peer. “You understand, don’t you? Without regular testing, your condition may worsen, and if you get any sicker than you are now…” You stiffened as he trailed off, bracing yourself. You knew what came next, what always came next.

“You’ll have to go back to the hospital, angel.”

It was strange, how a voice as smooth and as beautiful as his could be so difficult to listen to.

You didn’t like Carlisle. You hated his condescending smile, his repetitive rambling, his terrible taste in books and his creepy little students. You hated how little he let you do, how he talked about your illness – always skirting around the details, never giving you enough information to know whether you were on the verge of dying or a few days away from making a full recovery. No, when you were honest with yourself, you didn’t like him. Hated him, even.

But you couldn’t go back to the hospital, with its blank white walls and sobbing patients and strange, mind-altering drugs that put your sleep and made you feel like someone was biting into your throat. It’d been a miracle when Carlisle first told you about his domestic services, when he offered to have you discharged in exchange for only the promise that you wouldn’t seek care that didn’t come from him. Arrangements were made, your rent and bills taken over by some nameless, faceless local charity, and for the first time in months, you got to go home. You could live with Carlisle and his once weekly, now daily check-ups. You could live with the fact that you didn’t remember the last time you’d gotten to make a decision for yourself.

And, if you had to, you could live with paying for your freedom in blood, too. As long as it meant you didn’t have to go back to that terrible place.

Once again, you didn’t say anything, but you didn’t resist as he sighed and ran a sterilizing pad over your forearm, the antibiotic strong enough to burn. You clenched your eyes shut, but that did nothing to block out the feeling of a thin elastic band being wrapped around the crook of your elbow, of his needle pushing through your skin and burrowing into the vein underneath it. There was a second of pressure, of knotted soreness, and then, the syringe was gone and you were left feeling just a little colder, just a little more empty than you had before.

Even after opening your eyes, you kept them trained on your lap. You easily could’ve spent the rest of his visit in silence, but metal clinked against glass as he rushed to cap his vial and suddenly, you needed to hear the sound of your own voice. “I think I might be getting paranoid,” you managed, with a breath of a laugh. “For a few minutes this morning, I was able to convince myself that you were… I don’t know, an alien studying humanity, or something.”

“If I was, I’m sure that I would still pick you as the best possible specimen for my examination.” It was hollow comfort, but you smiled anyway, nodding along. Your medication came next, in the form of a small, chalky white pill that you still struggled to swallow under Carlisle’s vigilant gaze. You managed to choke it down, though, and as always, the effects were instant; a sudden clearness, blankness, followed shortly by an exhaustion so thick and so heavy, you couldn’t remember what it’d ever felt like not to be tired. You tried to hold yourself up, but faltered – buckling under your own weight. Carlisle chuckled as he caught you, helping you lay down with a soft squeeze to your shoulder, a feather-light kiss to the top of your head. “Sleep, angel. It’s good for you.” And then, his grin still pressing into your scalp. “And try not to dream about vampires, this time.”

So he did know about Rosalie’s books. Pouting, you shrunk into yourself, letting him drag the comforter over your abruptly immobile body as your eyes eased shut, as he pulled away – a vial of your blood still warm in his hand. It would’ve been impossible to stop yourself from falling asleep, but you managed to stave off unconscious long enough to watch him remove the vial’s carefully applied seal, to unscrew the air-tight cap with the kind of tenderness you’d only seen him use while taking your temperature or petting his fingers through your hair after he thought you were already too far gone to remember. He did a lot of things when he thought you weren’t looking, didn’t he? You’d never really noticed that, before.

Through your eyelashes, you watched him bring the vial to his lips before everything went dark.

[lynnizw]

Team edward >>>> Team Jacob

Sorry I don’t make the rules 💋

[spidermans-l-o-v-e-r]

Ketchup Bottle

Pairing: Charlie Swan x agegap!Reader

Word count: 4.8k

Notes: Bruh where tf did this come from??? Like?? What do EYE mean Charlie Swan x Reader??

P.S this title is so funny

1

Charlie stares at the menu in front of him, his fingers pursing his lips. If he’s gonna be stood up, he might as well treat himself. 

Bella had been nagging him to “get back out there” recently.

“Mom is happy… I am… I just want you to be too.” 

She knew he didn’t really need anything, but she wasn’t stupid, she knew that he was definitely not doing great on his own. So she set him up on a blind date, one of Alice’s friends that Alice promised was exactly what Charlie needed.

He should have known better than to trust her…. Alright, that wasn’t nice, if he was going to trust any Cullen it was her. 

And maybe like, Emmett. 

He orders himself a nice steak and is just about to hand over the menu when a girl walks in absolutely drenched from head to toe. She looks like she’d fallen into the freaking ocean. He’s about to stand up and figure out what’s going on when the hostess starts walking toward him. 

“I can handle it from here” He sighs, getting up now and putting his hands on his hips. 

“You wanna talk in back? Maybe get you into something dry?” 

“T-that would be nice” 

He leads her back to where they busy to find her something warm. A chair is brought over next to the giant ovens and she sits gingerly on it, trying not to lean too close to them, the owner promises to come back with something dry. 

“You wanna tell me your name? And maybe about what happened?” He’s in cop mode as he puts his coat around her shoulders and she snuggles down into it. He removes a little leaf from her hair and flicks it away. 

She’s pretty, he notices. A young thing compared to him, dressed nicely, must have had a date.

“I’m Y/N” Your teeth chatter with each word and he has you scoot a little closer to the oven while rubbing your arms. He crouches down to get a good look at you, you’re not in too bad of shape… a few bruises here and there, little scrapes but you seem to be intact. 

“Alright Y/N, you able to tell me what happened?” 

“Nothing that would involve the Sheriff” you sigh “It was just an accident” 

“That would be something to involve a Sheriff with” He raises an eyebrow and you shift uneasily. He reaches out, taking your hand a bit awkwardly, and rubs the back of it, trying to warm you up, and hopefully soften you a bit in the process.

“My phone died” You mumble and he nods understandingly. 

“Alright, I got a phone you can borrow… and?” 

“I got rear-ended-“ you tug at the roots of your hair nervously and he holds your hand tighter, trying to calm you down “And- and they literally sped off?? It wouldn’t start after that and I had to leave my car on the side of the road and start walking and then it freakin’ started raining-“

“Were you able to get a plate number?” He asks it calmly, hoping to soothe you a bit and it seems to work as you sigh and let your head fall back 

“Man you bet I did… and I had a date tonight!! He probably thinks I stood him up!!!” 

He reaches into his pocket for his phone and unlocks it before handing it over. “How late are you? Maybe I can get you a police escort”

You giggle a little at his joke and start dialing the number you’d learned by heart from the little piece of paper your friend had given you. 

“We were supposed to meet here at around 7? And it’s literally 8:30 now… I’m sure he’s gone.” The number goes straight to busy and you pout.

“Do you know what he looks like?” 

“No…blind date. I’m not from around here” You try dialing again, but it goes right to busy. “But I know his name!” 

“What is it? Maybe I can help ya find him.” 

“Charlie Swan?” 

Charlie stares at the floor as you change into some clean pajama pants and pull a shirt over your head. He didn’t say anything about the fact that you were his date apparently… he just took you home with him because honestly he didn’t really know where else to take you. He bought you dinner there, had it boxed up so you could leave together-

Seriously? You?

He couldn’t deny you were pretty, your hair was so soft and bouncy now that it was somewhat dry, and you so weren’t lying when you said you weren’t from around here, your skin was too sun-kissed to have been from around here. 

Still… 

What the hell were those two thinking? And okay a better question, one he wasn’t even sure he wanted the answer to. 

You were friends with Alice? 

Did that mean…? 

“Thanks again” You sigh as you come out of the bedroom, Bella’s old room, while using a towel to scrunch your hair. He’d all but shoved you into the bathroom for a hot shower while he picked out a few things of Bella’s for you to wear. He called her to make sure it was cool and he heard Emmett screaming some less than great ideas for clothing. 

“Yeah it’s no problem…kinda my job” He watches you plop down at the kitchen table and rub your hands together while laughing evilly before opening the takeout container in front of you. He smirks a little at that while grabbing a couple beers from the fridge.

“Figure maybe we can get your car tomorrow? Tow it in… I know a guy who can fix it for ya” 

He sits next to you, watching you eat. You’re eating human food, but didn’t he hear that they did that anyway? To fit in? 

“Penny for your thoughts?” You pop a fry in your mouth and he shrugs, slouching in his chair a little and tilting his head back.

“It’s nothin'” He shrugs and sits up again, grabbing the mail from the table and perusing distractedly. “What about you huh? You doin any better?” 

“Yeah” You shrug back “I guess” 

“You guess?” He sets the paper down and waits for you to chew your burger before grabbing your beer

“It’s stupid”

“Oh, I doubt that” he crosses his arms over his chest, giving you his full attention and you look down at your box for a second.

“He didn’t call… to see if I was okay” you smile a little sadly “I know I accidentally stood him up… but he never asked if everything was okay” 

Charlie is… definitely starting to grow a bit of a soft spot for you. He sighs and melts into his chair miserably before slapping his hands over his face. 

“He knows you’re fine” 

“And just how does he know? The jerk never checked in. Can you believe that?? He never even asked where I was! What if I was in a ditch!!” 

“Were you?” He interrupts and you huff

“Luckily no…”

He snorts and you roll your eyes “He could have called”

“He knows you’re fine” he repeats himself and now you cross your arms over your chest.

“That’s not helpful” 

“Have you tried calling him again?”

“Why? It all goes straight to busy… I think- I think he blocked my number.” 

He can hear the sadness in your voice and it just about breaks his heart. He reaches over and gently moves a curl from your face.

“I didn’t-“ he has to take a breath before he continues “I didn’t block your number, Y/N. We’ve been so go-go-go I didn’t really get the chance to introduce myself, you just sort of fell in my lap”

You narrow your eyes and purse your lips “Hmmmm yeah you know I’m startin’ to realize “Mr. Sheriff guy” isn’t exactly a name…” 

“You literally went home with me” He runs his hands through his hair

“You’re a sheriff-“

“Chief”

“Now you wanna correct me? And anyway, everyone you know… seemed to let it happen!! so!!”

“Is- is this really how you live??” 

“Says the guy who never told me his name.” You scoff and cross your arms and it’s his time to narrow his eyes at you. 

Maybe you were friends with Emmett. 

“Okay. First, you never asked. Second, again you know it’s been kind of a busy night and-“

“Shouldn’t the first thing you do be to introduce yourself?” 

“Okay we- we are not turning this around on me-“

“You brought a stranger home!!!”

“Did you want to stay in the jail??” 

“I’m a stranger! What if I murder you!!” 

“How did we get here?” Charlie looks at his hands as his phone starts ringing, he pinches the bridge of his nose and gives you a sassy look before answering it.

“Hey… yeah she’s here, I’ve got her” 

“Oh, so you are gonna murder me!” You point accusatorially and his mouth drops. 

“I’m not gonna murder you!! Jesus- here just, just take the damn thing.” He hands over the phone and gets up to give you some privacy.  

How in the hell Bella ever thought this was a good idea is completely lost on him. 

You creep into the living room, your head down as you shyly pass him his phone back. 

“Some first date huh?” 

Alice had… a good laugh at your expense when she realized you didn’t know who Charlie was or where you were. You wanted to slam your head into the table over and over when she slowly walked you through the entire thing.

You’d been hanging out with Emmett entirely too much. 

“I’ll say” He pats the couch and you sit next to him, leaning back into the cushions.

“I didn’t stand you up” You mumble and he grins, putting his arm over the back of the seat.

“Yeah, I know” 

“I wanted to be on time, I- I took so long to get ready” You sigh, letting your head fall against his arm and he looks at you.

“For a drowned rat, I think you looked pretty nice for what it’s worth.” 

You swat his chest and roll your eyes playfully as he chuckles. He runs his hand over your hair, before pulling you a little closer to him.

Is he… really putting the moves on you? And why does it feel natural? You lean into him easily, coming closer to him. He can’t tell if it’s because you want to be next to him, or because you’re cold. He grabs the throw blanket from the back of the couch and tosses it over you. He lets out a surprised grunt when you pull your legs up on the couch and snuggle into his side, putting some of the blanket over him too. 

“So what are we watching?” 

He hands you the remote and you put on some reruns of Murder She Wrote.

“Gonna have it all figured out before she does? Chief Swan”

He knows you’re messing around and he thinks it’s funny, but it’s the way you said his name like that, the title that literally everyone calls him that just feels… different coming from you. He shifts a little but flicks your arm as a distraction.

“Shut up” 

You both start to nod off after a while, his head falls on yours and he swears his dreams get sweeter, his body feels lighter, and the usual anxious ache in his shoulders is gone… it’s kind of odd, but welcoming.

You wake up a bit, and readjust yourself, prodding at him lightly to lay down. He finds himself easily doing whatever you want, as he puts his legs up on the couch and you nuzzle into him, your body slotting in between him and the couch. He’s never been the cuddling type, but when your head lays on his chest he can’t help but wrap his arms around you and softly rub your side, soothing you back to sleep. 

The next morning is…Awkward. His eyes flutter open and you’re still there, sleeping soundly on his chest. You’ve got his shirt gripped tightly in your fingers, your thigh over his torso. He’s not sure how he’s going to get out from under you without waking you but he needs to do it, and he needs to do it fast. He knows the second you wake up you’ll feel it… and he’s not sure whether it just happened or if it had something to do with you but god has he never hated being a man more than in this moment.

You shift a little with his movements and he freezes, taking time to make sure you settle back in before moving your arm off him, he sits up a bit and starts to slide out from under you when you startle and push away from him some.

“Charlie?” You mutter and he freezes again 

“Uh…yeah?” 

“Where are you going?” Your voice is so small and feminine, and there’s that sleepy little rasp and it’s- it’s been too long since he heard that specific sound. He gulps and stays where he is, hovering in a weird position. 

“Just… just to the bathroom?” 

“Oh… come back fast okay?” You turn away and curl up under the blanket and he sighs in relief before rushing off to the bathroom. 

“So I thought after breakfast we could go out to where you left your car… you remember where that is?” 

He looks down at the steaming cup of coffee in his hands, you’d insisted on making breakfast as a thank you and after much protest, you shoved him down into a chair and he let you do what you wanted. 

He’d nearly choked on said coffee when you came into the kitchen, wearing one of his t-shirts. The band logo stretched across your chest and it hugged your curves better than anything he’d ever seen. 

“Sorry I kinda went through your laundry, your daughter’s clothes are nice! Honestly!! They’re just…. A bit small?” You gesture awkwardly to your chest. He hadn’t even noticed that you might be having a problem with the clothes, you were both so tired. 

He nodded dumbly as you set the cup down in front of him with a little wink and turned toward the fridge to find the eggs. He kept his cup to his mouth suspiciously long as you bent down to grab a few from the carton on the bottom shelf. 

“I think I remember, sure works for me” 

“Alright, we just gotta pick up a friend on the way” 

Charlie grips the wheel tightly as he drives down the road you’d directed him to. Billy had spent the last 20 minutes cheerfully learning all about you, the second he got in the car, Charlie knew this was the biggest mistake he’d ever made. 

“So what happened to your hot date last night” Billy snickers as Charlie helps him into the car.

“Hot date huh?” You pop out from between the seats and Billy smiles, shaking your hand as you introduce yourself. 

“Yeah, big man over here finally got himself a date. Between you and me, I’ve been telling him he needed to get la-“ 

“Okay! Okay, this was fun! But you know Y/N why don’t you just buckle up okay? Thank you.” 

“He’s just being shy” Billy completely ignores Charlie trying to signal him to shut the fuck up and continues. “I bet she went home with a smile on her face and a wobble in her step” 

You burst out laughing and Charlie steps out of the car, he legitimately pulls over and steps out for a minute. You and Billy cackle at his blush, pointing and laughing when he smacks his head against the cool metal of the hood of the truck. 

“I apologize for the… vulgarity” He chuckles, wiping his tears. “Nothin’ gives me more joy than harassing him” 

“Oh trust me, this was great” 

Charlie gets back into the truck, flexing his fingers on the steering wheel as you and Billy giggle to yourselves. He’s silent as he pulls up alongside your car and you hop out. Billy lets out a low whistle and Charlie sets his forehead on the steering wheel. 

“Is that one of your shirts?”

“Yes.” 

“Did she find that herself or did you give it to her”

“She found it.” He takes off his seatbelt and reaches for the door handle.

“What did you tell your date? Did she see you with her?” 

“She was my date.” 

Charlie leaves Billy in the car to stew as he comes over to yours, he opens the passenger side and gets in, watching you rifle through some papers. 

“Is he dying inside” 

“Oh yeah definitely” He shuts the door and you look at him, grinning. 

“Yeah I thought you’d really like your sweet revenge when it came”

“You wanna point at him now and laugh” 

“Oh a hundred percent” 

He watches you gather up a few things before you sigh, your travel makeup box in your lap. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“I’m just… disappointed my hard work went to waste” You smile sadly and he reaches over, his hand cupping your face.

“I already told you, you looked pretty.” 

“You really think so?” You lean into his hand “I mean Alice told me all about how cool and impressive you were” 

He’d have to thank her for that.

“I just… kinda wanted to impress you too you know? I had on my best heels and everything!” You reach in back and pull them upfront. 

He shifts a little, his jeans tightening. They are nice shoes, they’re black and shiny, he’s sure he could see his reflection in them. 

“I had to change my shoes to start walking” You frown and he takes one from you, looking it over.

“Would you have asked for a second date?” 

You look over at him, he’s got a lopsided smile and you can’t help but smile back at him. 

“Would you like? A second date… I’ll admit this wasn’t much of a first” 

“I dunno” he shrugs “I had a nice time with you, breakfast was good” you giggle and lean your head against the headrest. He likes you, he realizes and that’s kind of weird for him, a grown-ass man having a crush. But here he is, feeling like kicking his feet every time you smile at him like that smile is meant just for him maybe.

“Let me make dinner for you tonight” 

He’s inviting you on a second date, ever since Bella had moved away she constantly told him he nodded a hobby, and in an effort to get his nagging loving daughter off his back, he decided to enroll in a cooking class. 

“Okay, I’d like that. And Charlie?” 

You open the car door and then lean over the center console, kissing him softly. It’s such a surprise it takes him a second before he kisses you back, his finger hooks under your chin and he holds you in place, knowing you want to run away from him. 

He’s… well versed you realize, as you melt under his warmth. And truly he doesn’t want to admit.. it’s been a while since he’d done something like this, you make him feel like a teenager again as he cups your cheek, pulling you closer to him. You’re just reaching to put your arms around his neck when suddenly the truck horn blows and you scream. Charlie groans and reaches into his pocket for his phone that’s ringing. 

“What. Do you want?!” 

“If you guys are gonna have sex can you like… turn me in the opposite direction” 

Billy has apparently recovered from making an accidental ass out of himself as you climb into the front seat of the truck while Charlie handles the tow truck and paperwork.

“You like him?” Billy asks as you watch Charlie, his hands on his hips.

“A lot, he’s really nice, kinda sarcastic, kinda funny, and he smells- soooooo good” 

“Okay. Didn’t need to know that part” 

“Are you gonna tell me I’m wrong??” 

“I don’t smell my best friend? Like. Ever?” 

“Inhale”

“What no I’m not gon-“

“In. Hale!!!” 

Billy is a full-grown man. He’s been through more than anyone ever should in their lifetime. 

And he inhales when this little girl tells him to.

He inhales slowly while you’re nodding your head up and down.

“Oh yeahhhh”

“….. Well shit” 

Charlie opens the door as you’re shaking Billy by the lapels of his shirt and you’re both screaming about how good he smells.

“Uhhhh do you guys want me to go?” He points backward and you smooth out Billy’s shirt and hop from the truck. Charlie opens the back door for you and you give him a little salute as you climb back in. 

“We’re cool… we’re good, we’re cool” 

“We’re normal” Billy shrugs. 

Once you’re back at his place, you decide to go take a little nap. You leave him and Billy downstairs chattering away like they did in high school and slip into his room. To be honest you’re not all together sure it’s okay that you’re in there… but the large neatly made bed is calling your name. 

You remove the ill fitting pants you’d borrowed from Bella and crawl under the covers, curling up into his pillow and inhaling slowly. Yup, still smelled delicious. 

“She’s really into you” 

Billy stares at the TV while Charlie grabs a couple beers. He rolls his eyes and hands him one before plopping down on the couch. He sighs as he leans back, resting his head along the back.

“Is this what we’ve come to? Gossiping about my love life?” 

“Sarah would be eating it up and you know it” 

Charlie grins a little at the memory of her and nods. 

“S’pose so” 

“So… what about you?”

“I barely know the girl… she’s, nice. She’s fun… but I barely know her” 

“Are you actually going to take the time to get to know her? Or are you going to let her walk away? She’s a real catch, Charlie”

“You’ve spent an hour with her!” 

“And that’s all it took for me to see that… maybe Bella was right, I think she is good for you, I think she’s what you need to brighten this place up. The sun has finally come back to Forks.” 

You wander out of the bedroom around 3 and head back downstairs, you rub at your eyes sleepily as you stumble down the stairs.

“Hey sleepy head, how was your-“

You stand in front of him, doing a little stretching. The shirt rides up around your hips and he blinks slowly, taking in the soft buttery skin of your thighs. He can just see a hint of your pink panties before putting your arms back down. 

“You okay?” You move to stand between his legs and he looks up at you, slightly in awe

“Yeah” 

“You sure?”

He takes a breath before taking your hand and pulling you closer. You straddle his lap and he takes a second to smooth his hands over your thighs, feeling them in his grip. He seemed so into the softness of your body, your plush curves. 

“I’m sure”

“What’s this all about huh?” You giggle quietly and wrap your arms around his neck, he leans you closer into him and you feel his hands grip your ass. Your mouth falls open and he smirks. 

“I think it’s time I finally start thinkin’ about myself again.” 

So maybe he’s going a little overboard with Billy’s advice right now, to just relax and have fun with you. But he can’t find it in him to care when you nuzzle your nose against his. Is he going way too fast with this? Yes. Had he just met you? Also yes. 

But he’d be damned if he didn’t get at least a little sun while it was shining. 

“Sounds like a plan to me” You smile against his lips  and he rubs your sides slowly, feeling you up. You blush and scoot closer, settling down in his lap, and he can’t help but think about how the only thing separating him from feeling you is a pair of jeans and a thin pair of panties.

His hands slide up under your shirt, feeling your bare skin against his fingertips and you tilt your head, deepening the kiss with him at the same time your hips move forward a bit more. His hands freeze in place as you start to roll your hips against his clothed cock, they stutter slightly as you feel just how large he is.

“O-oh my god” You whisper and he pulls away to look at you

“What’s wrong?”

“Y-your really um-“ You pause for a moment, completely flustered when the front door suddenly opens.

“Charlie? dad thinks he left his-“

Charlie practically launches you off his lap as Jacob comes through the front door. You fall to the floor with a squeak and he stands up quickly, throwing the blanket over your bare legs while you’re still floundering to get up.

“He-uh he left his what??” His voice is high-pitched as he tries to step in front of you but it does little to stop Jacob from staring.

“Is she okay?”

“She’s fine”

“I think I broke my spleen”

“So your dad left something??” Charlie clears his throat and Jacob looks up at him

“Uhhh yeah… he thinks he might have left his meds in the couch or maybe the truck or something… do you uh-“ He’s trying not to snicker “You want me to check the truck first?”

Charlie pats his pants pockets and fishes out his keys, tossing them over to him.

“That would be nice, thank you.”

“I’m Jacob by the way” He tells the bundle of blanket on the floor and your little hand sticks out, waving in the wrong direction

“Y/N”

“She’s cute” Jacob mouths with a double thumbs up and Charlie has to refrain from going to grab his shotgun.

As soon as the front door closes again he turns to you, pushing the blanket back. You’re glaring up at him, your arms crossed.

“Are you ashamed of me?”

“Of course I’m not” He pulls you up from the floor and you flop down on the couch, sniffling a little.

“You shoved me off of you”

“You’re barely wearing any clothes”

“And?!” You huff and he rolls his eyes

“And… that’s Billy’s son”

You think about it for a moment, still pouting and looking away from him and he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose before looking at you again

“Will a kiss make you feel better?”

Your head turns so fast he thinks you’ve got whiplash from it, he himself can’t even believe he said it.

“Maybe…”

He holds your chin in his fingers before kissing you again, it sends a jolt of electricity down your spine when you feel his other hand on your torso, pushing you down onto the couch again.

“I’m so sorry honeybee’” He whispers, his hand sliding between your thighs, your heart flutters as he rubs higher and higher, you can feel his hand brush against the front of your panties when there’s a loud knock at the front door again.

“Is it safe??” Jacob cracks the door and Charlie closes his eyes, letting out a long sigh before getting up and tossing the blanket back over you.

“Yeah, it’s safe”

You snicker as he comes in, shaking the bottle of meds and tossing Charlie back his key.

“Got em, thanks”

You sit up, swinging your legs off the couch and getting up, the blanket falls from your form and Jacob’s eyes widen.

“I’m feeling kind of cold… I’m gonna go take a shower okay?” You lay your hand on his chest, purposely putting your body against his and his cheeks redden.

“Uh…okay sure. Yeah”

Your hand slides down his torso and you let it settle on his hip.

“Come up soon?” You whisper, but there’s no point, because Jacob can hear it anyway

“Okay” He kisses your forehead before you finally pull away, holding his hand until you can’t anymore

“It was nice meeting you Jacob” You give him a little wave and he smiles, tipping his head as you walk up the stairs.

“It was nice to meet you too. Maybe we can have you two over for dinner soon.”

As soon as he’s sure you’re out of earshot he comes over to Charlie, holding his hand up for a high five

“My man” He laughs and Charlie slaps his hands over his face and falls onto the couch.

What was he going to do with you?

[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

Can I request a paul lahote imagine where the reader is the super shy and paul imprints on her! Please and thank you!!

Day in and day out, Paul kept his distance from her. He watched her from afar, admiring and protecting her in his own way. What else could he do when she ran away every time he tried to talk to her?

"You're becoming a stalker." Embry chuckled, his smile erased almost instantly when Paul glowered at him.

"Just talk to her." He tried again, wanting to help Paul because it is exhausting being around his sullen mood and even more so being on patrol together. He tried talking Sam into changing partners, even offering to partner with Leah because Embry is the only one who didn't hold her pain against her.

"Mind your own business, Call." Paul rolled his eyes at the younger wolf, feeling misunderstood more than ever. Did he not see the way she pales when Paul comes close? Did he not know she either fears him or hates him? It became apparent to Paul and quite soon, he had given up on forcing her to do anything.

Little did he know Embry was really trying to help for he had a real chance to make a difference. Within a second, Embry called out for Y/N, Paul's eyes widening in shock as the girl turns toward them, waving to Embry.

"Still want me to mind my own business?" Embry asked through a smile, waving the girl over who shook her head slightly before giving into Embry's insistence.

"How the fu-", Paul started before shutting up, wanting to be friendly, warm, fluffy even. Anything that would draw her to stay.

"Hey. Y/N this is Paul, one of my closest friends. I know it's sudden and I promised, but i can't help you with that art project and Paul is a genius at art, plus he offered to walk you home today."

"He is?!"

"I am?!"

Both Paul and Y/N exclaimed, glancing at each other before smiling awkwardly, finally sharing a genuine moment, a connection they failed to form when Paul first imprinted.

"Yeah. I am." Paul cleared his throat, nodding vehemently, excited about spending time with her for the first time and he made a mental note to thank Embry for the help. All he had to do is become an art expert in a few hours, so hard can that be?

Very hard.

[arcane-ghost]

Does anyone even read one shots these days ?

[pengweng-quack]

Bloodbound

Carlisle Cullen x Human!OC

Summary: Place Carlisle in the Edward situation of falling in love with a human, and see what happens

Chapter 13/?

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13

Notes:

This is on Ao3 under the same title and username if you'd like to read it there (https://archiveofourown.org/works/54527830)

Leave your thoughts (or don't, your choice) in the comments, I enjoy reading through your thoughts :)

Word Count: 2162 words

General warning: I used some religious references in this story so read with caution if you're not so keen into reading that

TW for this chapter: drinking

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Carlisle went out of the car and went to the passenger side to carry Celine to her room. His step feeling heavier than the last as he makes his way to her. Carlisle knew that Edward and Jasper knew what was happening, hell even he who didn’t have Jasper’s powers can feel how heavy the atmosphere is.

Celine made herself comfy on Carlisle’s chest, her eyes closed and her breathing steady. Carlisle couldn’t help but smile at the sight of her, peace evident on her face. But his smile faltered when he remembered that underneath the peace that her face held was so much anger and pain that she hid from everyone.

Walking in the house, he saw that everyone was doing their own thing. Rosalie and Alice were discussing some things related to cars and Emmett and Jasper were playing some video games. Edward was the only one that was already looking at him when he walked in, seeing what had just happened in his mind. Esme walked in from the kitchen, the scent of chicken noodle soup trailing behind her.

“Celine’s gonna suffer some very tough hangover tomorrow, Alice saw.” Esme gave answer to the food that was prepared

Carlisle answered with a nod before going up to her room and calling it a night for her. There, he gently laid her down on the bed and retrieved some nightclothes from her closet along with wipes, cotton pads, and micellar water to remove her makeup. Sitting beside her, he admired her beauty as he meticulously wiped away the makeup from her face with care and tenderness.

“So beautiful.” Carlisle whispered, a smile on his face as he finished cleaning her face up.

Carlisle proceeded to carefully remove the dress she wore for their hangout, taking his time to ensure her comfort. He then used the wipes to cleanse her body gently, refreshing her skin for when she woke up. And when he was done, he made her wear the nightclothes that he picked up, a simple shirt and shorts.

Carlisle looked at her, a sad smile on his face. He needed to give Celine a chance to live, to love, to be happy. A decision was forming in his mind, he looked at Celine one last time before leaving her room, allowing her to peacefully rest.

He went down to join the rest of his family, sitting next to Bella who was watching tv. His thoughts were obscured by the weight of his decision, contemplating the various approaches he could take. It didn’t take long until the rest of the family was surrounding him, all with an unreadable expression on their faces

“Do you need to tell us something, Carlisle?” Esme asked, making the man look at her

“Celine isn’t happy anymore.” Carlisle started before he let out a sigh of defeat “I’ve hurt her too deep; I doubt that forgiveness is something that she’ll be able to grant me.”

“And that’ll just make you give up?” Rosalie asked, her eyebrows furrowed and her arms crossed

“I decided to try and fight the Volturi.” He continued, earning gasps from everyone “You don’t have to join me, I do not wish you to do so. I’m doing this to give Celine a choice.”

“Have you said this to her?” Jasper asked quietly

“I don’t think she’ll want to know.” Carlisle answered “It’ll put guilt in her if I don’t make it out alive.”

“Oh, fuck you!” Rosalie hissed angrily

“Rosie—

“I’ve had enough of you being a coward! You're always hiding behind 'it's for her' or 'this is for the best' but how will you know if you don’t straight up ask her?” She rambled angrily

“She wanted you, Carlisle. She understood all the risks, all the damn danger it would put her in, but she didn't give a damn because she wanted you! She didn’t need protection, she didn’t need saving, she just needed you! Now, if you can't get that through your thick skull, then I say we march straight to those Volturi scum right now and never show our faces to her again!”

“Rosalie, that’s enough.” Edward warned her

“No! Someone needed to tell Carlisle that he can’t always be making decisions alone.” Rosalie argued, her eyes blazing in anger “Edward, tell him what you told us.”

“What is it?” Carlisle asked

“Alice had the vision, why is it not her to say it?” Edward asked, not wanting to take responsibility of telling Carlisle what the vision was

“Will someone just tell me what—

“If you fight the Volturi, Celine will be one of them.” Alice spoke up, louder than how she usually talks “She’ll find out of your attempt to fight them, and she’ll go to Italy herself. She’ll offer herself to them for your safety.”

“She has no escape from being a vampire, it’s her calling. We’ve known that way back when that rogue vampire wanted to attack her.” Edward added “All that matters is who’s side she’s gonna be on. And I don’t think you’ll be able to accept being on opposing sides as your mate.”

“What now?” Carlisle asked quietly, dropping all thoughts of fighting the Volturi for Celine “She still won’t accept me as her mate even when she’s turned.”

“Win her heart again.” Rosalie answered in a matter-of-fact tone “It’ll be slow, but you’ll have all of eternity to win her back.”

“And for the love of God, will you please tell her anything that concerns her now? I would have thought that we’ve learned from Bella and Edward before already.” Esme exasperatedly said as Edward playfully rolls his eyes at her

“Like father, like son.” Emmett teased, a grin on his face

It was nearing noon when Celine woke up with her head throbbing with a relentless ache and her memory of the previous night blurred. She was in her room, well Carlisle’s room, but he was so gracious to give her his room to stay in until she becomes one of them.

“Ugh, headaches.” She groaned, clutching her head in pain. It was as if Carlisle heard her wake up because a soft knock was on the door before he entered the room with a tray of food for her

“How are you feeling?” Carlisle asked, setting the tray on the nightstand and sitting on the bed next to her

“How much did I drink last night?” Celine asked quietly, clutching her head in pain. Carlisle reached for her hand and pulled it away from her head, holding it to stop her from hurting herself more

“Like almost half a vodka bottle, more or less.” Carlisle answered, getting her to groan at her decisions last night

“Did I do anything stupid?” She asked again, grabbing the tray and placing it on the bed carefully

“Nothing that will get you questioned by the police.” He playfully answered before he grabbed the bowl of chicken noodle soup and the spoon for it “Open up, Esme cooked this for you.”

“I can take care of myself.” Celine softly argued, about to grab the bowl from Carlisle had he not moved it away from her

“I know.” Carlisle simply answered, mixing the soup with the spoon “I also want to take care of you.”

Celine didn’t argue anymore and allowed Carlisle to feed her. He was gentle in feeding her, just as he’s been gentle with her ever since. And once the bowl of soup was finished, Carlisle picked up the glass of water and helped her drink it.

“I said something last night, didn’t I?” Celine asked as Carlisle put away the tray of empty dishes on the nightstand, about to take the dirty dishes and leave her be until she decides to join them “Usually, you wouldn’t put much of a fight in my decisions to just take care of myself.”

“Not much that really mattered.” Carlisle assured her, flashbacks of all the anger and pain that she let out last night on the drive home playing on his mind

“I don’t need to have skills like Edward to know that you’re lying.” She said softly, looking at him. Carlisle let out a sigh before sitting next to her again

“You were sobbing last night.” Carlisle started, making eye contact with Celine as she listens to him in curiosity of what she has done

“I’m sorry for leaving you. I was so obsessed with keeping you safe and keeping the Volturi away from you that I hadn’t thought of what you would feel if I left you.” He continued, making Celine realize just how much she told him while drunk

“It was foolish of me to believe you'd welcome me back with open arms. I thought that it was gonna be simple, I just needed to tell you why I had done it and then you’ll forgive me. But I hurt you beyond words. You had to live alone after I had shown you the love that you deserve. You were alone again.”

“I know an apology alone would never be enough, and I accept it. I made the decision to leave you.” Carlisle ended, reaching for Celine’s hand with a sad smile on his face “I’ll be happy for whatever decision you decide is best for yourself.”

“Carlisle, I—

“After your transition and after we show the Volturi that you’re a vampire, you’re free to go wherever you want. Live how you want. Be who you want.” He continued with an offer, reading Celine’s eyes for any reaction but it only held emptiness, giving him the answer that he didn’t want to have but needed to see “You deserve the freedom.”

Carlisle squeezed her hand softly before standing up. He looked at her, flashing her a small smile before grabbing the tray and leaving the room.

“Carlisle?” Esme asked, watching as he goes down the stairs, his steps heavier than usual

“Where’s the others?” Carlisle asked

“They all went out.” She replied, her eyes still on him as he goes to the kitchen to clean up the dishes. She followed him to the kitchen, resting her body on the island, her eyes intently on him as he moves eerily silent

“Spill it, Carlisle.” Esme said, despite knowing what he’s offered Celine already “What happened?”

“You heard it.” He answered, not even turning around to face her

“Why did you offer it?” She asked

He turned around and faced her, an unexplainable lost expression on his face. Not once had she seen Carlisle look so lost and hopeless until now. They’ve had this sibling charade for 90 years already, and not once did he look so unsure of what to do next. It reminded Esme of the time when Bella carried Renesmee, a period filled with doubt and fear. However, this moment surpassed even that, leaving Esme deeply concerned about the weight of the decisions ahead.

“A simple apology isn’t gonna fix what I broke.” Carlisle answered, a sad smile on his face

“You’ll have all of eternity to fix it.” Esme tried to assure him, but he only shook his head no

“When I first daydreamed of meeting my mate, I thought it was gonna be magical, just like how Edward felt meeting Bella.” He started, letting out a small laugh of pity to himself “But now... now I can't help but wonder if this is just God's way of punishing me, for entangling all of you in this mess, for bringing you all into a life of turmoil and pain.”

“I wish I could cry right now just so God can feel the depth of sincerity of my love towards her.”

“You should hunt.” Esme told him “Clear your mind a bit. Let me prepare some lunch for Celine then I’ll follow.”

Carlisle didn’t need to be told twice; he went out into the depths of the forest, leaving Esme and Celine alone. Esme made her way in front of Celine’s room, wanting to have a conversation with her so she could know her side. She softly knocked on the door, waiting for a response.

Upon hearing a soft "come in," Esme entered to find Celine seated on the bed, engrossed in one of Carlisle's books. Noticing that Celine wore one of Carlisle's jumpers, Esme couldn't help but feel a deeper admiration for her, knowing how much it would mean to Carlisle to see her in it.

But Celine’s scent, it was burning Esme’s throat. A scent so addictive that Esme knew that if she had a whiff of her blood while she was actively bleeding, that she would terribly struggle with her self-control. Something she was so scared to face, especially when it’s Carlisle’s mate that is in grave danger if she showed any lack of self-control.

But she needed to be strong

For she would not wish Carlisle to live an eternity without his Celine, the same way that she has to live an eternity without her mate.

[the-faceless-bride]

Twilight

Welcome to Forks [twilight x reader, Seth x Reader]

Chapter 1

Faerie Soirée (in progress)

[mountkennedie]

I really loved Decision Making! Will there be a part 2?

I wasn't planning on a pt.2 but...

Decision Making P.2

Edward Cullen x reader

Summary: You and Edward reach a middle ground about everything

Warnings: swearing, ANGST but it's resolved

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You also never quite fully moved on. How could you? Your heart had been ripped from your chest and trampled over like it never had value.

He can't say that he hasn't felt the same. The feelings that he had that still longed for you were easier to ignore before you returned. But now you're back. Everything that he had buried was now brought back.

When Bella fell into a deep enough sleep that she wouldn't notice his absence, he went out to search for you. Edward had nothing prepared to say. However, he knew that things could only worsen if he left things where they were.

You sent he had pinned to memory. He used that memory to track you down to the river.

"You know... I wanted to jump in," you began. "But I didn't. I couldn't."

"You wanted me to find you?" Edward asked.

"I wanted my old love to come to me. But I understand that he is no longer with us," you responded. You still haven't met his gaze.

"I would like to apologize."

"An apology without the action of change is just words. You'll waste your eternity."

"I'm well aware I am undeserving of your forgiveness. But please, let the guilty have their last words," he pleaded.

You stood up from the river bank. You matched his gaze and explained, "You were my first everything. I gave you everything I could. Even my mortality, Edward." You slowly approached him and continued, "When they sent me your obituary in the mail, you know what I did? I went to your parents' house. They were distraught, and I consoled them in the best way I could. " You stood before him, "I gave you the last rose in your coffin."

"When I heard about a 'Dr. Carlisle Cullen' when I left my last coven, it began my spark of hope. I really didn't mean to impede on your new life. And to think that I could just reappear after all this time -"

"I searched for you too."

"I'm sorry?"

"I would have come to see you had I been stable enough. But you know how newborns are. Carlisle barely let me out of his sight. I had a moment when I left his side and spent a lot of time trying to find you. But all I could recover were old missing posters. It crushed me deeply. I gave up my search for you and began to hunt down your capture. I went through New York, killing those that would hurt someone in any way. I thought I was doing you justice. But then I joined Carlisle's vegetarianism."

"Yeah, to be honest, that was mean," you said, breaking that serious energy surrounding you both.

I moved to stand beside Edward. "I- I think that moving on from you is... okay," you said softly.

"I apologize for how I treated you those years ago. After everything you've done... and I treated you like a stranger."

You both chuckled and continued to stare at the water. You faced him with a smile. "One last hug, before I go." He accepted, and he gave you one last strong squeeze.

"You don't have to go," he clarified.

"I just escaped my coven, I need room to breathe for now."

"Be safe, Y/n"

"You too, Edward." You ran into the river, covering your scent.

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Bonus:

you get called back in 2 weeks when everything in breaking dawn happens lol

[sadembryhours]

twilight masterlist ♥︎

now playing : “i leave you for a few minutes, and the wolves descend.”

things change [but not him.] ♥︎ synopsis : autistic!reader goes to a new restaurant and the atmosphere gets the best of them | he is left unnamed! can b platonic or romantic, whichever <3

EMBRY

autistic!quil + autistic!reader ♥︎ polyamorous relationship w embry

PAUL

♥︎ nothing yet

QUIL

autistic!quil + autistic!reader ♥︎ polyamorous relationship w embry

JARED

♥︎ nothing yet

SETH

♥︎ nothing yet

LEAH

♥︎ nothing yet

[be-ready-when-i-say-go]

Amor Fati--Chapter 7: Fervor

Paul and Maelyn have been trying to keep their relationship under wraps, but it all comes out. Caveat: Neither is their imprint. How long can smooth sailing go on?

Paul Lahote x Black!Fem!OC.

CW: 18+ content (Smut) in this chapter. Penetration, riding, and oral described.

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The bells above the diner chime as the door opens. “Welcome to Shannon’s!” Maelyn calls out. She doesn’t fully turn away from the kitchen window, just enough so her voice carries and then she gets a solid grasp on the two plates for table four. A practiced reflex thanks to the two years she’s worked here. When she turns fully, Paul’s pulled up to the counter seating and grins as he leans across it on his elbows. The tiger’s eye necklace taps against his chest with the action. 

“Think Shannon will chase me out again this time,” he teases. 

“Only if you keep being handsome,” Maelyn laughs. 

Last week Paul was nearly unwilling to let Maelyn serve her tables. He’d come in trying to complete forms regarding the transfer of a title. His father wanted to pass down his old truck and Paul needed to sign the paper, but insisted he couldn’t until his lawyer looked over it. Apparently, Maelyn having no experience in law wasn’t enough of a deterrent when Paul approached her for an extra set of eyes to read over the form. He didn’t wait, of course, for her to be finished with her customers or done with her shift, before attempting to steal her away. Last week was her first week back to work at the diner after breaking her shoulder, so it’s not lost on her the way Paul might’ve also chosen to keep a close eye on her was to also make sure everything was fully healed. 

“Well, that part is just genetic,” Paul laughs. 

Maelyn’s already side stepping his grabby hands but she doesn’t mind it. “I’ll grab you a Pepsi in a second,” she promises, before locating the two kids at the booth. It looks like a first date to her. The boy is a tad shy, looking away every so often. But it doesn’t appear that the girl minds much as she seems to find a way to engage him again, asking about a biology test. 

“Wasn’t so bad,” he returns. “I think at least. But I like biology.”

“Oh, that’s cool. I’m not very good at it,” she laughs, eyes darting up to Maelyn. 

“No, no, I’m sure you’re great at it. What-what subject do you like?”

Maelyn slips the plates on the table, a chicken sandwich for the girl and a burger for the boy. “Let me know if you guys need anything else or if something isn’t right, okay?”

They nod at the instruction, smiles crossing their face. “Thanks,” they chorus back to her. 

“You’re welcome.” Maelyn turns to head back to Paul, but catches the girl’s response to the earlier question, “I like math a lot. It just makes sense to me.”

Paul’s hunched over when Maelyn approaches. She slides a hand across his back, leaning onto his shoulder just to peer at his face for a moment. Maelyn wouldn’t classify Paul as clingy the last couple weeks. There was still an understanding if either one of them needed space, or when life dictated that they had to be apart for things, however rare the phenomenon occurred. Yet, she can’t help but notice the touches. Maelyn catches the extra glances, the times he’s asked her to stay over longer or spend the night. It’s all too easy to give to him, but it makes her wonder how deep the wounds actually go with Paul. 

If he needed reassurance, Maelyn could give him that. If he needed warmth, she’s sure she’d burn the earth to give him that. If he needed something to quench his third, she’d drain every river, lake, and ocean on the earth for it. 

“Still want that Pepsi?” she whispers to him. If Paul wanted or needed a Pepsi, she’d give him that too. 

“No, but I did want to give you this.” Paul spins just a little and Maelyn takes the step back to accommodate him. In his hand is a rectangular black box, velour by the feel when it caresses her upturned palm. Paul cracks it open and on a gold chain, with matching wire wrapping, is a cut of amethyst. The gemstone cut into a crescent moon. 

Maelyn’s heart thunders in her chest, a bit of it slowing now that she recognizes it’s a necklace and not something more. She’d thought about marrying Paul, but it was a future thought, something for them to get to eventually. “It’s beautiful,” she whispers. And it is, a mixture of various shades of purple are etched into the piece, the gold wrapping accenting the purple with a strong glint in the sun from the windows. 

“Good.” He motions for her to turn and she does, waiting for the tap of the stone to her chest. When it settles, the clasps in the back are secured, she takes hold of the gem into her fingers. The curve is smooth and the points are rounded so as to not cut anyone handling it, but the gem is solid in her grasp. 

“Thank you.” It cuts off Paul’s though, his mouth primed to say more. 

He nods, a shy smile taking over his face. “You’re welcome. Apparently, amethyst is good for calmness, and serenity or something. I figured after the absolute hellscape your life’s been recently, a little extra help in the calmness department couldn’t hurt. I noticed the name on my box and went back to the same lady, and luckily she had something.”

The tears are hot behind her eyes, stinging just a little but she swears to herself she won’t give into them. “I-I really appreciate it.”

“Of course, Mae. Anything I can do to help.”

And in the growing days, just as Paul doesn’t leave home without his necklace, Maelyn doesn’t leave without hers. A matching pair of moons tapping at their chests. A soft click as they kiss. A weight that reminds them of the other.  Maelyn had wanted Paul to be hers. In the way that she loved him, in the way that hopefully no one else would. And now, maybe she could be his in a way that no one else could be either. The matching set earns them jokes from the rest of the pack, but Maelyn spots between the bitter scowls on Leah’s face, a spark in her eyes. 

“Purple,” Leah declares, plopping down into the chair at Emily’s dining table. 

Maelyn looks up, pamphlets strewn out on the table in front of her as she attempts to plan. Paul will be coming by shortly--a informal pack meeting initiated by Sam--and after that Maelyn and Paul set aside dedicated time to discuss the future. How to get off the rez, when that might all happen. Less of course, the world decides to end again. But Leah’s declaration comes with very little warning, leaving Maelyn confused by the color’s mentioned. 

“What?” Maelyn laughs. 

Leah nods to the necklace around her neck. “For your wedding, I want my dress to be purple. I think orange handkerchiefs for the boys will be a nice touch to the brown suits to go with Paul’s necklace.”

Maelyn snorts. “Leah, I haven’t even thought about a wedding yet.”

“You don’t have to. Just hire me. I’ll give you the family and friends discounted rate.” She shrugs as she says it, like it’s the most logical thing in the world. And maybe it is in some ways. 

“I’ll keep that in mind, thanks.” 

“Schools?” Leah questions, eyes dropping down to the paper’s in front of her. 

“Yeah, deciding between the medical field or something in tech. Don’t really know which one yet.”

“You’re a whiz. Will be great in either one. But isn’t Rachel coming down here soon? Maybe you can talk to her.”

Maelyn nods. “Yeah, she is. I think I will talk to her about it. But I’m hoping to be more informed before she gets here.”

“Well, wherever you go, I’m visiting. So make space.” The sentiment is punctuated by her departure, heading now towards the kitchen island to grab a banana from the bowl. Not a warning, nor a threat, but a promise. One that Maelyn has every intention of ensuring Leah can see through. 

The meeting’s short, a re-assessment of borders, updates of which are sparse. There’s worry though, in all of them, that somehow the worse it is not over just yet. As if they’re all waiting for the other shoe to drop yet again. Sam’s warning for all them to stay alert echoes the sentiment that once was a quiet understatement. Even if the threat of the Volturi, and the newborn army had passed, Bella, Edward, and Jacob’s track record still proved to be enough to be wary of any sudden changes. 

The moment they’re dismissed, arms are slipping over Maelyn’s shoulders. She leans into the embrace. Paul’s still talking to Jared, some bet about who’s likely to land a job first between the two of them. It itches on Maelyn’s tongue that she hadn’t seen either one of them put in an application, but perhaps such a bet would light a fire under both their asses. Granted, getting a job right now is probably not the smartest move considering that things could change on a dime’s notice. But the motivation could still be a good thing.

“Yeah, okay, we’ll see. But I don’t think any place would be desperate enough to hire the likes of you,” Paul teases. 

The ribbing only lasts another minute or so before he squeezes at Maelyn’s shoulders. “Ready?” he asks. 

“As ever,” comes the reply and the pair excuse themselves, Maelyn promising over her shoulder to Emily that she’ll be back Friday for the ritual hair cut. 

“Do not spend all night cooking,” Emily returns. Like always. And like always Maelyn intends to not listen. “Seriously, Maelyn, there’s a beach day Friday. We’re grilling!”

“Shit, you’re so right. Got it, no cooking,” Maelyn laughs. That part had slipped her mind momentarily. However, she’ll still make sure to bring some extras—food, plates, trash bags, cups, drinks— and it’s surely going to earn her hell. Not that it matters at all. It’s not enough to stop Maelyn. 

She continues down the porch to Paul, who’s grinning as he leans against the truck. It’s the one he’s driven for a while. The blue’s rusted in a couple places, but the bones are still solid and good. “You drove here today?” Maelyn grins. 

“It’s the first drive with the truck as officially mine. Took Dad forever to get up to the DMV to finalize the paperwork.” The words fall hot and clipped from Paul’s mouth, but Maelyn’s just glad the paperwork did eventually get taken care of. But more and more, these instances of Paul’s dad not being as sharp or as aware are bleeding through. It’s a silent exchange. Paul doesn’t bring it up much and Maelyn doesn’t push it. But she still tries to find ways to help, a meal when she has the time to cook for them, a good cleaning of whatever room she can manage while Paul’s napping and she’s at the house. Though Paul insists she doesn’t have to, she still does. 

“Congratulations,” Maelyn states.

 Paul cracks open the passenger door for her and she slips inside easily. “Thanks,” he smiles. 

Paul pulls forward up in the yard before cutting into a tight U-turn and they begin the ascent back up towards the road. He reaches over once they’re up off the incline and cruising, to rest his hand on her knee, she shifts into the reach, pushing her knee in closer. A steady presence. “That’s a lot of paper in your hands,” Paul notes. 

“Information on a couple different schools,” Maelyn returns. She’d gone into town to get them when going with her dad to have his eyes checked. He’d been complaining that only one of them was dry and constantly watery. So Maelyn took him to the eye doctor’s office and while he was being looked out, she went to the public library to get any information they had on local and out of state schools. 

“Still debating medicine or tech?”

“Yeah. I promised Jake I’d hang out with him and Rachel when she comes into town so I’ll talk to her about it some more too, to spare you.”

“I’m all ears too, always.”

“I know. But I’m sure it gets boring after a while.” Maelyn could listen to Paul talk about anything, even if he yammered on about things she couldn’t keep up with in the slightest. But when he talked about something he cared about, his face lit up and she wanted him to always feel that happy, that heard and cared for, no matter what. She didn’t think Paul cared to hear much more about her dilemma. She’s leaning medicine, but she can’t let the technology part go. The world fascinates and it feels incomplete to leave it behind.

Paul scoffs. His squeeze at her knee is short, but still reassuring. “It’s not boring. Not when it’s you. What if you sort of combined them though? Is that an option?”

“I guess so. But I’m not sure.”

“Pop open the glove box,” Paul encourages. He slows to take the turn into the driveway of his place. Maelyn doesn’t need to be twice and when she does more pamphlets stare back up at her. She shifts through, a couple on top are auto tech programs and one about an electrician apprenticeship but underneath are a couple for medical technology specialists. “They may not be up your alley, but I figured you could at least read up on them.”

“When did you do this?” Maelyn asks, staring down at all the pamphlets. The better question might be why did Paul do this? What was he planning? 

“Same day I got your necklace. I’ve been thinking,” Paul starts as he puts the car into park. Her heart races, beating at her ribs at his slow start. Thinking is a good sign, or at least she hopes it is. “I don’t know how much more of this Edward-Bella-Jacob thing is going to impact us, but I’d really like to get away with you. Now I’m not saying I know exactly what that looks like. I just know that I do. I was thinking about picking up a trade. I’m halfway decent with my hands. Does that sound like a good place to start?”

Maelyn shakes her head with a tiny laugh. Only her. Only Paul would find himself in a position to hedge such good news like this. But god, she wouldn’t want it any other way. “Paul, it sounds like a great place to start,” Maelyn returns. 

**************

Paul can’t say he’s really thinking at all when the words slip. The house was empty when they stepped through. They talked--mostly about the diner, and the pack-- but part of the conversation did steer into the future. That’s where the slippery slope for him began, he figures, when he was pressed up into Maelyn’s side, her arms wrapped around him and her nails scratching at his scalp. Though Paul always kept his wits about him in public with Maelyn, the second they’re alone he’s dying to find a small piece of heaven in her arms. She never teases him, never makes him feel strange for wanting to be coddled. Maelyn’s always welcoming, arms opening for him before he really even needs to ask and he always exhales when she does. 

That would be as good a place as any for the demise to begin. It’s not the kissing, not the pants into hot flesh, not the nips, not the laughter escaping them in small tufts at the gentle brushes along spines, and hips. That’s never really the beginning anyway. Paul knows he was fucked the second Maelyn pulled him up into her side. But he’s always been a bit of a sucker for her. He wouldn’t want it any other way. What would life be like if he didn’t have Maelyn?

Besides, the descent into uncharted waters stood no chance of slowing down when Maelyn whispered hot against his ear, ‘I love you.’

The first time in the forest after Maelyn took off post Edward unveiling which vampires exactly had attacked her mother had been the only other time they said the phrase to each other. I love you felt too weighty, too much like something that they couldn’t take back if they spoke it aloud, using their teeth and tongue to press the words out. It would be their undoing. Whatever they were keeping tucked away, whatever parts of themselves they still wanted to hide, would have to come to the surface. They’d have to be brought into the light. And they’re still much too young, still have much of their lives to live. But the weighty sentence is always right at the back of his throat, always waiting for the right moment to come up. 

“I love you.” 

There is no too, because there is no addition. Paul doesn’t love Maelyn on a conditional. He’d loved her even if she didn’t love him back. But even that sentence isn’t the brake. Even if I love you’s whispered during sex could be a brake, they wouldn’t be for Paul. Because even with the squeak of the frame, the headboard tap, tap, tap, tapping against the external facing wall, with the sweet exhales of Maelyn’s pleasure, Paul can only keep going. Paul can only keep the drive of his hips at a steady pace, which means his mind is steadily going too. 

Her pleasure gives him pleasure and he swears that if he had to die, he wouldn’t pick embarrassment, he’d pick Maelyn. But embarrassment may get to him first because Maelyn’s eyes are wide and he knows he fucked up at the second addition to his statement, “Gonna marry you one day.”

“You want to marry me?” she questions. Her hands haven’t left his side, instead they press down tighter, like she’s pulling him in so he can’t get away. 

Paul wouldn’t walk away, not from her, not unless he was made to. “Yea-yeah.” 

The gems clack as they brush. Paul’s holding himself up on his palms, but he can’t help the hot flash of shame. That is until Maelyn grins, pushing up to capture his lips in a kiss. It’s slow, but not hesitant. She kisses him like she always does, all confidence and a grin. Maybe he didn’t fuck this all up. 

As they part from the kiss, Paul can’t help but ask. He’d anticipated so much worse of a reaction. “You’re not weirded out by that?”

Maelyn laughs, hair brushing against the cotton pillowcase. “No, I’ve thought about it too.”

“You-you have?” Before Maelyn can finish the nod, Paul dips down again, lips pressed to hers. She laughs against his lips and it’s the sweetest sound, muffled but still amused. It’s light as it leaves her. Paul’s not sure what sound he adores more, her laughter or the sound she makes when she cums. 

But he’s always happy to produce both. 

The space between them feels even smaller now. Maelyn grazes her teeth over his shoulder, a hum falling from her as Paul continues to rock his hips into hers. “Fuck,” she whispers, the end cracking just a little. “Just, just like that.”

“Aye, captain.” It’s a ridiculous tease. Even Paul knows it, but he knows when she laughs, it’ll be even more worth it. 

“You,” Maelyn huffs, thought dying out for a groan when Paul pushes in a little harder than he had been before. 

“I know,” Paul whispers, kissing over her cheeks. But he also knows that at the very least, the future will be exceptionally bright. 

Her nose scrunches and he knows that her release is near. Though her mouth hangs open, no real words come out, just huff and grunt. “Oh, please,” he begs. “Say my name, okay? Just one time for me.”

The spasms quicken, the clench of her around him nearly makes him choke on his own tongue. “Paul,” she groans, “please don’t stop. Please, don’t.”

He wouldn’t dream of it, wouldn’t even dare like the thought enter his mind. Because who in their right mind wouldn’t want the sight of Maelyn undone by pleasure beneath them. Who would run away from an opportunity like that? She huffs his name out again. The last letters get sucked up by her orgasm, but he takes it. He’ll take whatever he can get from her, every ounce, every drop.  

Paul kisses at her open mouth and swallows down his own name off his lover’s tongue. The sweetest his name has ever tasted. 

The thing about Maelyn Paul should’ve known by now is that she’s not satisfied with just one. The moment her shakes settle, and her breathing returns, though his breathing is still rough, she settles on top his waist, knees pressed down into the mattress, her hands lightly pressing into his chest to hold only a tiny fraction of her weight. Her grin is soft, but Paul always knows what’s just beneath the surface. 

“Insatiable,” Paul laughs as Maelyn closes the distance, the press of her lips soft against his. 

“But you love it,” she laughs in return, pressing another kiss to his throat. 

“A lot,” Paul agrees. “I love you a lot,” he confesses. It’s easier this time, lighter. Doesn’t take as much effort, but doesn’t lose its gravity. 

“I like the way that sounds,” Maelyn purs against his throat. “Say it again for me.” 

“I love you.” 

“God,” she moans, hips sliding up his length. It stiffens between them. A shorter refractory period is always a godsend with Maelyn. “I love you,” she breathes in his skin. The words feel like they could brand him. They feel like they should. Like Paul wants them etched into his flesh forever. 

Paul’s less worried about messing something up, when he knows he can’t really go wrong. Like he knows the right push and pull of his fingers inside of Maelyn to make her writhe. He knows just how to take her body to the brink and how to bring it over the ledge over and and over again. A practiced attunement. Just like Maelyn knows the right pace and press of her hips. This--this right here is so fucking easy and it feels so good to get something right. 

It is perfect harmony, a rhythm that cannot be mistimed, or miscounted. Every up has its down and every down has its up, so perfectly aligned. Each punched out sigh met with encouragement. Paul’s not sure he can get a higher high than this, but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t try. 

“You’ve got one more,” Paul encourages, fingers still curled into the depths of her. 

Her fists are full of the sheets, back arched so perfectly that Paul wants to kiss every rib he can see. “God, please, please,” she groans. 

“Just one more. C’mon, baby. I need it. God, I need it.” There’s the faint taste of taste that drops to his tongue as he kisses at her inner thighs. But it’s just what he needs. Besides Maelyn to cum one last time. 

“Baby, fuck, oh shit,” Maelyn grunts and he swears there’s more, but it dies on her tongue. 

She clenches down, spasming around his fingers and comes. Hard. He can hear when her breath catches back up, how the scream finally breaks through but only the tail end of it. A haggard sound before she sinks back into the mattress, but it’s music to Paul’s ears. He kisses up her body slow, taking his time to taste every inch of her, the left inner thigh, the right side of her pelvis, the left side of her belly button, the right side of her ribs, her left nipple suckled into his mouth, up and up until he kisses the tip of her nose. 

The smile he earns is soft and fleeting. “Let me know when you’re hungry,” Paul whispers. 

“I think that’s more for you than it is for me.”

“At least pretend like you care about me,” Paul laughs before pulling her body into his side. She nestles her head against his chest with little other prompting. 

The rattle of keys hits Paul’s ears. He’d heard the rumble of a truck but assumed it’d pass by. Maelyn pulls the sheets up higher around her. The escapades ended nearly half an hour ago. Though Paul felt good about his stamina, Maelyn always gave him a run for his money. What Paul assumed might be a one orgasm encounter for him and two for her, turned into a three orgasm encounter for Maelyn and two for him. There was no reason then to leave the bed, nor to redress at the time. Now as the keys shake in the door, they both reach to the floor for the respective clothing. 

Paul laughs, watching Maelyn all but tear the tank top to get it over her head. It leaves a few strands of her hand pushed up. Paul crawls over the bed, kneeling to help smooth the strands. “You look like you’ve been fucked, Jesus. Who did that to you?” he grins. 

Maelyn swats at his chest, and finally gets the button on her shorts through the hole. “I’m not sure. Said his name was Paul. Ever heard of him?”

“Can’t say I have. I’ll keep an eye out for him though.”

They settle back onto the bed, over the sheets and Paul grabs the electrician pamphlet from his nightstand. He grabs an information technology one for Maelyn and she settles in, head pressed into his shoulder. The boots are heavy over the hardwood floors.

 “Paul, Mae,” his father mutters in passing, hardly throwing them a second’s long glance. He stumbles for a moment into the nearby wall. The few wall hangings rattle just a little at the collision. 

“Je-okay,” Paul huffs, pushing up from the bed. Part of Paul wants to laugh it off, wants to pretend like this isn’t a normal occurrence. But as the weeks have started to pass, the drinking’s become more frequent. It used to be passable. Paul knew it was happening, and could smell it on his father as he passed from time to time. Yet, it hadn’t seemed dangerous at the time. Or like it could be there. There would be days between drinking episodes. 

 But now it’s blatant that Paul’s sure soon notices will start to appear. So far, Paul manages--helping people with odd jobs here and there. But if his father doesn’t get his act together it’s going to bite both their asses here soon. 

Paul loops his father’s arm over his shoulders. The alcohol of choice today, tequila by the smell, coats his father’s breath. “I can make it,” his father huffs. He attempts to shove Paul but fails before can even get his arms up. 

“Yeah, yeah, I’m sure you can.”

“You still with Maelyn, huh?” The question falls in a grumble, syllables bashing up against each other as they fall out. 

“We’re not doing this,” Paul retorts, placing his dad onto the bed. There’s more shuffling from the front of the house, a cabinet opening and closing and then the rush of water. The sentiment is most likely the same and Paul’s not looking forward to a repeat. He was under the impression that his father understood not to cross this line, but sober agreements hold no weight in this drunken state. 

“She’s been around for almost a fucking year. Ain’t you tired?”

An almost year gone too fast, but Paul keeps that to himself and focuses on untying the boots on his father’s feet. “Dad, no. Maelyn’s important and you’re not going to start this. We’ve already talked about the way you talk about her.”

“I mean, a year, with the same girl. It’s definitely gotta get boring, fucking the same girl over and over again. They’re no good anyway. They’ll treat you all the same. Women always--” 

Another car wreck of syllables and sentiments coming to a screeching halt with one shout,  “Dad, no! Not about Maelyn! Never about her.”

There aren’t even tremors. Not yet, just the hot flash of what could be. He can feel a humming in his skin. It’s a warning, letting him know just how close he is to losing it, how he could cause a larger mess if he’s not careful. He doesn’t want to hurt his dad, not like that. Not in a hot flash he can’t take back, that would never be undone. 

Inhale, two, three. 

Exhale, two, three, four, five. 

Paul blinks back his vision clear. The thrumming of his skin presses hard like it wants to explode. But he can’t. Not here. Not here.  

Inhale, two, three. 

Exhale, two, three, four, five. The silence is thick. His father’s eyes wide now with an awareness that wasn’t there seconds ago. The thunk of the glass hitting the night stand echoes. The bottle rattles--undoubtedly Tylenol for the impending hangover. The sounds are all lingering around him but Paul only watches his father. “Do not ever, and I mean ever, talk about her like that again. I won’t ask again.” It comes out all through his teeth. 

His father nods.

“Baby, look at me, please.”

Paul draws his gaze from his father to Maelyn. The downturn of her eyes makes his chest crack. Her lips are pressed into a thin line. There’s a sting, the heat of something like anger and maybe concern painted into her irises. 

“Are you okay?” Maelyn asks. 

The question feels so out of place from her lips. Like he shouldn’t be the one being asked. Yet, he is the one being asked. “Are you okay?” he returns. 

“I’m okay. Do you need a second outside?”

The heat of his skin has dulled. His fingers ache, but thankfully there’s no tremors. “No, I think I’m okay. Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m sure.” She says it so softly that he’s not even sure he’s heard the response. 

“I’m-I’m sorry, Maelyn,” it comes out fumbled from Paul’s father. 

“Take two,” she commands, nodding to the nightstand before exiting from the room. Paul can only stomach to watch his father finish the glass, the two red and white pills swallowed, before tearing himself from the bedroom. The clattering of dishes and cabinets leads Paul to Maelyn, where she resides now peering into the fridge. 

“I’m sorry about him,” Paul starts. Maelyn would surely be looking for an excuse to leave now, not that Paul would fault her. Paul tried to talk to his dad. He did talk to his dad. But the old man seemed to want nothing more than the bottle to drown sorrows in. “He’s not been the same, for a while. And that’s no excuse. But I am sorry. I-yeah, I’m sorry.”

“I appreciate the apology. Now, you do realize you’ve got everything in here for beef stew, right?”

Paul blinks. Not that he didn’t realize that--because he had. He’d purposefully gone and got the ingredients to attempt the recipe she wrote down for him. But he’s not sure why Maelyn’s focused on that. Not after what just happened. “You-- why are we talking about beef stew? Are we living in the same universe right now?”

“I’m not worried about what your father thinks. Whole rez knows he’s on a bender right now. Who I am concerned about is you.”

“Me?” It seems silly. Like he should be concerned about her, or consoling her. He closes the gap between them, easing the fridge door close as he does. “Baby, you don’t need to worry about me. I’m supposed to be worrying about you right now.”

“I’m going to. I’m always going to.”

Paul takes her face between his palms. Her eyes are a little glassy, but no tears have shed yet. “Is this what we do now? Worry about each other?”

“It would appear so,” she laughs, all mostly an exhale. 

“Are you sure you’re okay? He--he said something really inappropriate and I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I didn’t acknowledge that.”

Maelyn sighs, pulling in closer to Paul as she does. “I’m not his biggest fan right now. But I don’t think it’s malicious. At least, I hope not.”

“You’re kinder than I would be,” Paul murmurs into her hair. “And if you realize later you’re not as okay with it as you think, please let me know.”

“Okay.” A whispered promise into his chest. “Now, am I still teaching you how to make this beef stew or?”

“Yeah,” Paul grins. “I’m doing the cooking though. So you can’t commit arson as revenge and call it an accident.”

“I’d only think about it. I’d never actually do it.”

Paul doubts that the thought would cross her mind, but for the joke, he allows it. “And I know this isn’t the banana bread thing, but,” Paul starts turning to the pantry. There on the back of the door on a hook rests the Kiss the Cook apron he promised. He managed to snag one at the thrift store when looking to replace a few t-shirts he shredded. He peels it off and threads his head through the loop. 

Maelyn’s laughter hits the hair sharply, a bark of a laugh as if she can’t believe it’s actually happening. 

“I know, I know,” Paul laughs, tying the strings around his waist. “Get a picture now. I’m quite handsome. But this will not happen again.”

“Where’s the disposable camera at? Because I will get a picture. You’ll be explaining this one for years to come.”

Maelyn digs out the camera, at Paul’s directive from the junk drawer, shockingly with film still inside of it and snaps the picture of Paul standing next to the counter. He’s not sure how to poise, so he settles for gesturing to the apron as the camera flashes. He’s not sure what other photos exist on that roll, what else he might discover once he goes to have the film developed, but he’s hopeful that there’s many more memories to come with Maelyn, more stories to tell children and grandchildren eventually. He’ll have to make sure he brings the camera Friday, and try to use up whatever else remains. 

“Alright, alright,” Paul grumbles when the flash goes off again. 

“Sorry, had to! But stew.”

“Yes, yes, stew.” Her instructions are clear, how high heat needs to be, which veggies need to be dropped in and when. The pot in front of them grows hotter, just enough to make the air wispy but not heavy. “I’m proud of you,” Maelyn starts. She hands over the collection of spices and seasonings needed for the dish. When he glances up, her eyes are trained on him. 

“I can cook, you know,” he laughs. 

“I mean about earlier, keeping your cool with your dad. Not phasing.” 

His cheeks warm. Her gaze is sincere and he knows she means it. But he hadn’t had someone say those words in so long, he wasn’t sure they were real anymore. Until now. Until Maelyn’s said them. “Thank you.” He does want to get better at it. Wants to actually be able to get off the reservation and turning into a wolf at every slight wasn’t the way to do it. It’s not always easy, but it feels a bit more worth his efforts after her recognition. 

“Two tablespoons,” Maelyn instructs when Paul holds up the first seasoning. She runs her fingers over the short cropped hair and pressed a kiss to his cheek before her teeth gently graze over the flesh. “I hope you’re proud of yourself too.”

[redrydersrequiem]

The Raven and the vampire

Chapter 1

This is a Twilight and marvel mashup, the daughter of loki finds her soulmate in jasper Cullen and the twists and turns it will take them both

As of 11/21/24 i've redone this story it is no longer a reader insert. I want to thank everyone who liked the original and hope you like the updated version more, this was my first ever fic and i've slowly grown as a writer so everyone enjoy

It begins like every other day on Asgard, sunny and golden, gilded with light, as the sounds of a baby’s wails break the silence of the healing wing. Loki paces back and forth, waiting to be with his wife and newborn. The doors swing open, and an attendant comes forward. 

“You may enter your highnes. Your wife and child are all cleaned up and waiting for you.”. Brushing past the attendant, Loki heads straight for the figure sitting against the backboard of the green silk bed.

“My darling, how are you? How do you feel? Do you need anything? Are you hung/…’.. 

“/Loki, calm down. I'm perfectly fine.  A little tired, but it was all worth it to finally meet our daughter.”

“it’s a girl?” 

“Yes, my son,”  comes the voice of Frigga, queen of Asgard, as she walks over to the bed with a wrapped bundle in her arms. “She is a beautiful baby princess, and here she is, ready to meet her parents.” Walking to the new parents with a bundle of green and gold cloth in her hands, Frigga handed the new princess to her mother.  

The baby was a light blue with raised markings prominent on her body, tufts of deep black hair crowning her head, and scarlet eyes opened to take in her parents. Lady Sigyn didn't even pause at the baby’s coloring,  long since having broken Loki of thinking himself a monster due to his heritage. 

“She is half Jotun as we expected, but her body should adjust to the environment soon just as her father did,” Frigga states, noticing her son had yet to say anything as he simply stared at his daughter's small form resting in his beloved's arms, slowly offering his finger to the baby girl. Skin turning blue as the babe gripped it in her tiny hands.

“She’s beautiful,” 

“Yes, she is, oh, Loki look,”

The new parents watched as scarlet eyes gave way to white with beautiful amethyst irises, skin turning a beautiful pale like her father's with a dashing of freckles like her mother's.  

“She looks like you, my love, beautiful dark hair.” 

“She looks like the both of us, a perfect blend.

What shall she be named my dears. Frigga asks softly. The new parents look at each other eyes speaking where their voices could not

Go ahead my love. Sigyn states handing the babe to Loki

Her name shall be Elara. Elara Frigga Lokidottir, Princess of Asgard. Our  little raven.”

Eight hundred years have passed, and the young princess has blossomed into a woman of grace and beauty. Like her father and grandmother before her, she is a mage, as well as a warrior in her own right. How could she not be, with private training from an actual Valkyrie, not to mention her aunt and uncle— The goddess of war and the god of thunder (who is affectionately referred to as the "god of sparkles")

Through many trials and tribulations, she has grown. Throughout her life, she has been surrounded by love—seeing it in her parents' faces as they look at each other, her baby brother's eyes as he babbles up at her, and the warmth of her grandparents, uncle, and many others. She has also heard countless stories of love that were never discovered and tragic tales of love found only to be lost. 

“Mother, father, I've done it.” Elara omimite as she bursts into her parent's sitting room. 

Sigyn was sitting on the floor with the twins as they had tummy time, while Loki was next to her, legs crossed at the ankle, reading a book to the two of them. Both looked up as their oldest came into the room.

`What is that, my little raven?” 

“ Father, I've completed the spell to find my soulmate.” 

“Soulmate? Spell? Darling, what are you talking about? You're still so young. You shouldn’t be worried about that yet.”

“Mother, you and father were only 200 years older than me when you both finally married, and much younger than that the first time you met, you started frolicking with each other. Uncle Thor has told me as such. Besides, I'm ready. I want to have what all of you have, especially before I'm used as a pawn to help diplomatic affairs.”

At this, Loki stands, embarrassing his daughter and ushering her into the lounge between him and her mother. Though Elara had grown 800 years in Asgard, it only made her about 18- 20 in human terms. And yes, she was old enough to start being courted. He selfishly thought that time wouldn't come for much longer. His wife's voice breaks him of his 

“My little raven, we would never allow the Allfather or anyone else to use you as a pawn, you know that, right?

“You can try, Mother, but we never know what the future holds, and I don't want to wait anymore. Besides, Father is the one who gave me the idea to begin with.”

“Loki, why am I not surprised you are somehow involved with our daughter trying to leave?” 

“Dear, it will all be fine. I would want nothing to harm our little raven, but she is right; now we are at peace, but that can easily change. I want her to be able to choose her path instead of others doing it for her.” 

“And it not just to spurn the Allfather.” 

“While that is always a bonus, no, Mother even agreed with me. Our little princess is grown, whether we like it or not; now go ahead, love, tell us what you’ve discovered,” Loki states as he kisses his wife, soothing her while gesturing to Elara to carry on.

“ Mother?”

Sigyn pinches her mouth, looking between her mischievous husband and equally energetic eldest. 

“Fine, I will go along with you and your father's plans, but I wish to be there when the spell is cast and part of the travel discussions.”

“Absolutely, Mother, I can do the spell now; I just need the maps of the realms.”

Loki summons all the maps he's collected over the years, including a globe of Earth, and sets them up for his daughter when a thought occurs to him.

“Odin forbid this adventure; send you to Midgard.”

“Loki, we will support whoever it is and wherever it takes her. Besides, if you didn’t want her to go away, you shouldn’t have helped her make the spell to begin with.” 

“Your words cut deep, my love. I simply hoped for her future match to be here in Asgard.” 

“As you’ve said, my dear. Now, sweetie, let's proceed with this event.” 

The maps of the realms litter the giant green carpet. In front of Elara, she sets the small golden bowl with the spells and concoctions as she draws the needed ruins.

“So I modified a spell to find a lost item and a spell to show your heart's desire, combining the two with a complicated magic circle. I should be able to find my soulmate”, 

“Very impressive, little raven” 

“Thank you, Father,” Elara says before beginning. 

Purple magic flows from her fingers toward the bowl. The power quickly spreads out, forming a magic circle, and as soon as it is complete, a bright, pulsing light shoots up. 

The light dances around Elara and her parents several times before shooting to the maps.

“It's working!” Sigyn happily claps in awe, watching her daughter work.

Pulsing around the realms maps, the light simply hoovers before shooting for the Midgardian globe, encasing it insistently. 

“Oh joy, my daughter's soulmate is a Midgardian.”

“Honestly, I think it serves you right, Loki,” Sigyn states, picking at her husband and his distaste for Midgardians, “but you don’t even know who or what this midgarden is. Who knows, they could be gifted like our dear Wanda.”

“Yes, my darling,” Loki says as he collapses on the nearest couch.

“Well, go on, my little raven, let's see where in Midgard you will be visiting.”

Walking over to the globe, Elara peers over to what small words have now been illuminated.

“It’s a place called….. Forks, Washington.”

@reblogspostedheresoogcanbeclear @notwithawhimper @steh-lar-uh-nuhs @xcharlottemikaelsonx

[spidermans-l-o-v-e-r]

Twilight

Charlie Swan:

Ketchup Bottle

Gremlins, 1984

Bella Look, It's a Worm

Carlisle Cullen:

A Christmas Carol, 2009

[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

Wildest dreams, pt. 28

Summary: Paul's gone. While the search for him is ongoing, Y/N is back home, awaiting his return.

Warnings: angst, fluff, sexual innuendos, swearing, talking about death, mental health issues and suicide

Wildest Dreams Masterlist

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Tucking her legs under her, Y/N stares out the window. It’s been unusually cold lately, the skies turning darker with each passing day. The clouds are getting lower, spreading among the trees surrounding her home. Whenever autumn comes knocking, Y/N welcomes the rainy days and moody weather with both arms. She didn’t detest the cold as she once did, because Paul would always hold her a little bit closer. He’d often kiss her until they both struggled to keep their hands to each other and she had to beg for mercy before they were both late for work. It’s not like he’d kiss her any less in the summer, it’s just that he’s aware his warmth in already warm days is harder for Y/N’s body to handle. It’s why he’d give her space from time to time. Y/N hated that. That’s why she’d turn down the AC to freezing cold temperatures all the time just so she could enjoy Paul’s cuddles more.

She misses his cuddles now.

It’s been five days since Paul went out of the Cullen’s house and shifted into a wolf. When he’d lose his temper, Paul would be back by nightfall and Y/N never needed to worry. This felt different. Jacob didn’t tell her much at first, trying to sugarcoat what they’d discovered, but she wasn’t letting up. She could never let up when Paul was involved.

“You need to hear it from him, not me,” Jacob sighs.

Pinching the bridge of her nose, Y/N frowns deeply. “I don’t know what’s happening, but I know I feel that his heart is shattered and I -”, she pauses as a sob threatens to escape her. “I never feel his emotions unless they’re at an extreme and his pain is suffocating me right now.”

“It’s a deeply personal thing I can’t imagine Paul would want you to talk to us about.”

Chuckling dryly, she points a finger at Jacob’s chest. “You have no idea what he or I would want. You weren’t here when we were building this relationship from the ground up! You weren’t here as we grew up and you sure as hell weren’t here when we learned each other’s hearts by heart! So don’t tell me what he would or wouldn’t want, because I know what he wants, and that is me! And if he is in this state because he believes he’s done something that will take me away from him, I need to know what the fuck it is so I can convince him it isn’t his fault and that–,“ belting over she lets a shuddered breath pass her lips. Clutching her chest, Y/N’s knees hit the ground with a loud sob echoing throughout the room. Jacob’s quick to wrap his arms around her, looking at Edward in distress.

“She’s overwhelmed”, Edward explains before glancing at Jasper, who seems devastated by the constant waves of pure anguish coming off of Y/N.

In the blink of an eye, Jasper is beside Y/N, his hand running up and down her back as she gasps for breath. All the pain and confusion coursing through her blood is nearly enough to make anyone insane. Even Jasper is barely holding it together as he takes some of her pain, replacing the tsunami of negative emotions with a sense of tranquility.

It doesn’t take long for Y/N’s breathing to return to normal, but her tears don’t dry. Jasper can manipulate her emotions, but he can’t trick her body into forgetting everything.

“Just tell me,” she pleads. “I need to know how to bring him back home.”

“He’s found out you’d possess a rare ability if you were to join our family,” Carlisle answers, and her eyes find him immediately. “One that the Volturi would never allow to exist. That means they’d kill you if you were to change.”

Wiping her tears with the back of her hand, she furrows her eyebrows. “Then I won’t shift and it won’t be a problem.”

“Aro will know,” Alice chimes in. “He can read every thought anyone’s ever had just by touch. He’d find out about you. Even as a human, you’d be a threat. The potential you carry is enough for him to act.”

Letting out a heavy breath, Y/N shakes her head. “How do you even know I might have this power?”

“We asked a member of our extended family to visit,” Alice replies. “We didn’t want to take risks when it came to you. A Quileute imprint.”

“And if you didn’t? If he never told you what potential I carry? If we never even mentioned the possibility of me being part of your family?”

“You’d have never gone through what Paul saw the day he imprinted on you.”

“A self-actualizing prophesy,” Y/N nods. “Is it really as bad as it seems?” Y/N asks Alice. “Paul has always seemed traumatized by it, but he’s my imprint. Is it really a horrid way to die?”

For the first time, Y/N noticed emotions in the Cullens. The Cullens' stony faces are difficult to read by humans, but Y/N can no longer ignore the emotions she notices in them. It’s on all their faces–compassion and pity most of all.

“Okay then”, Y/N forces a small smile as she uses Jacob’s shoulders to help herself stand. Jasper doesn’t hesitate, holding her up as she stumbles during her attempt.

“We need to find my fiancé,” Y/N purses her lips. “Jacob,” she sighs. “Please find him and bring him back to me.”

“I will do my best,” he promises. “But it’s not easy when we get into this headspace. It once took me an entire summer to return to my human form.”

Nodding, she swallows thickly. “Tell him I need him. Tell him I love him and I don’t care about anything other than spending the rest of my life with him. I want to get married and I want us to live every single day to the fullest.”

“I’ll gather the rest of the pack still willing to shift,” Jacob pecks her forehead. “We can cover more ground and drag him back if necessary.”

As Jacob walks toward the door, he’s stopped as her fingers coil around his pinky finger–the only part of him she could reach as he all but ran to fulfill his promise.

“Don’t let him see me breaking down. He can’t ever know.”

Ever since, Y/N waited for her soulmate to return to her. Embry, Quill, and Seth joined Jacob in their search the very first night. Sam and his eldest son waited for Leah and her husband, Owen, to come from Port Angeles before joining the very next day.

Emily would visit with her youngest every morning. Y/N’d have her dad over for lunch, but it didn’t help distract her as much. The greatest thing Sam has ever done for her was give her and Paul his blessing to clue her father in. She didn’t tell him she was marked for certain death. It would kill him to know, but he knows enough to be aware her life is in danger. She told him Paul’s off with the pack trying to hunt down a rogue cold one, protecting the tribe. Kim and Jared would come over every other night for dinner. Y/N imagines it’s because they feel guilty about Jared’s lack of involvement in the search for Paul. He’s not shifted in so long, the human part of him is much stronger than the wolf. Y/N supposes they didn’t want to halt his aging now when they finally seem to look the same age. She can’t take it to heart. Perhaps she’d hate if Paul shifted after a decade too.

Claire and her wife visited on the second day. She’s never been too close to Claire as she and Andrea live far, about a five-hour drive in one direction. They mostly see each other for holidays, but Y/N appreciated her visiting very much. Catching up with them put her mind at ease for a few hours, long enough to maintain some semblance of sanity.

Renesmee showed up with Bella for a few hours on the third day, bringing loads of chocolates Edward knew Y/N liked. Apparently, he’s joined the search earlier that day with Emmett and Rosalie.

The only ones who never left her home were Daisy and Jasper. It would likely drive Embry crazy if he knew his imprint had been sitting beside a vampire this entire time, especially when that vampire was Jasper. He’s apparently less stable with his diet compared to others in his family, but Y/N likes it when he’s close by. If it weren’t for him micromanaging her emotions whenever they threatened to kill her, Y/N would have lost herself. Alice came and went, unable to handle the smell of wolves for too long. The smell of several wolves mixed together is much worse than Jacob's scent, she said.

“He’s going to come back”, Daisy hands her a cup of warm tea. It’s nothing compared to holding Paul’s hand, but if she closes her eyes for a few minutes, she can pretend he’s there, safe with her.

Daisy sits with her, feeling her loss. Embry’s never been away this long before. She can’t imagine how hard it must be for Y/N when she can’t even be sure Paul is alright when she can feel he’s in pain. At least Embry isn’t in danger and he isn’t heartbroken to the point of being stuck in his wolf form. He’ll definitely come back home. Paul might not. She doesn’t say that openly, but she carries that worry. Meeting Y/N was scary as hell, especially with how highly Embry used to talk about her. She knows they had a mutual crush on each other when they were younger, but it never seemed to work for them. Embry told her he didn’t want to mess up his friendship with Jacob, who was evidently in love with Y/N, but he also didn’t want to risk losing Y/N as a friend. It was easier to admire her from a distance.

It’s not like Daisy is insecure about her relationship with Embry now, but before she knew what imprinting was, it did cross her mind that Y/N might be competition. She only found out about imprints when Embry spilled the beans about Paul imprinting on Y/N when she first came back to town. He wasn’t aware she was close enough to hear him and the way he mocked Paul for it, but she heard it. It wasn’t hard making the connection about their own situation. Smiling, she remembers how stupid his face looked when she called him her imprint in bed that night. He nearly choked on his own saliva before she kissed him harder than ever before. She wishes he was with her to kiss him harder than that. Jared didn’t shift and leave Kim, so why did Embry? Shaking her head, she puts those thoughts away. Y/N is a close friend, possibly her closest friend, and she’s definitely Embry’s favorite person aside from herself. This is a small sacrifice for someone they both care about.

Jasper watches the two girls from the couch. He can sense the quickly shifting emotions in Daisy every day, but none of them are malicious. It’s evident she simply misses her husband. Y/N is a hurricane compared to Daisy. She’s impossible to predict and the devastation her emotions can cause is incredibly difficult to contain. He’s never truly delved much into imprint connections, perhaps because Jacob and Renesmee had a simple relationship. Renesmee didn’t pay him much attention until she ended things with her high school boyfriend. After graduation, that’s when she decided she wanted him…selfishly so. She never quite unlatched from him. Renesmee was more or less obsessed with him, jealous of Y/N’s friendship with him, but she was never in any pain regarding Jacob. As for the wolf side of the relationship, Jacob just wanted to protect her and make her happy. He didn’t necessarily love her the way Renesmee loved him, but he wouldn’t ever break her heart, even though his own wasn’t whole. Jasper always knew Jacob loved someone else and despite the imprinting tying him to his niece, Jacob never forgot the one he wanted truly. Seeing Jacob and Y/N in the same room revealed everything to him — he wanted what he could never have. And now he’s off, making sure Y/N can have some form of a happy ending as if she won’t die soon.

Never before did Jasper care much about humans, knowing they’re around only for a brief part of his immortal life. Very few did he care to befriend and, for some reason, Y/N felt like a person he wanted to be around. She didn’t make him thirsty, it’s her heart that speaks to him. So many people walk around hiding their true feelings, but she feels everything so clearly and she refuses to pretend otherwise. It’s rare to find someone like that. He has observed her mainly depressed in the time he's known her, but he wonders about the potential of being around her when she's truly happy.? He could get drunk on candid joyfulness Y/N is capable of feeling. Perhaps he’s going to be invited to the wedding when Paul returns. She’ll certainly be cheerful on that day and he has to know the other side of this despair. He can't believe that he cannot replace this pit of aching with ecstasy and serenity.

Alice finds him unreasonable for staying with Y/N inside the house she shares with Paul, but he can’t bring himself to leave yet. Not before she’s reunited with her fiancé. Leaving now is like playing with destiny. She deserves the relief he’s cautiously giving her, making sure she can feel her emotions without allowing them to cross the borders of what she can safely handle. Y/N needs him, even if others do not agree. Until Paul walks over the threshold of this house, Jasper will not leave. Y/N doesn’t demand it either. He can feel she’s grateful for his presence, for taking the edge off the very sharp knife her emotions tend to become.

So he stays, watching over the girls as the lighting tears apart the sky.

“What would happen if I were to join your family and Aro was,” Y/N pauses as she turns to look at Jasper, who seemed rather surprised she was talking about it. “Well, if he was eliminated, would it really be such a problem for me? For your family?”

Staring at Jasper, Y/N watches as his lips spread in a thin line and then into a genuine smile. She’s definitely gone mad. “You’d want to take on the Volturi?”

“I want to take on Aro,” she corrects. “If he was alone, he’d be easier to eliminate.”

“To kill, you mean,” Jasper states.

Shaking her head, she places the empty teacup down. “I understand the chances of it are minimal, but say I accept to be one of you and I get this magical power of making vampires human… Can’t I make him human?”

“Would he, like, just become a vampire again?” Daisy asks.

Jasper rubs his chin. The more time he spends around her, Y/N swears he does these little gestures for her benefit, something to take away from the ungodly beauty he possesses, to make him seem more human.

It's impossible to turn them into vampires after they have been cured. However, the rest of them would know. The entire army would be ready to dismember us to get to you.”

“Not if he disappears,” Y/N tries. “We could hold him hostage until he dies a human death.”

“That’s dark”, Daisy notes.

“It’s nothing compared to what he’s been doing for much longer than you’ve been alive,” Jasper argues. “He deserves far worse.”

“Could it work?” Y/N asks as Jasper’s phone lights up. “Alice?” The hope in her voice is so easily detectable that it makes Jasper almost frown when he sees it’s a message from Edward.

We found Paul.

“No. Edward says they found Paul.”

“Are they coming home?” Y/N jumps, running toward Jasper. “Call him, call him!”

Smiling as her hope brings alive the butterflies in his stomach, Jasper dials his brother immediately.

“Kind of hard to talk now”, Edward grunts as a loud growl sounds.

“I’m with Y/N. You’re on speaker.”

“Where is he”, Y/N grabs Jasper’s wrist, bringing her lips closer to the phone. “Is he okay?”

“Canada”, Edward sighs as the growling grows louder.

“Is that him?!” she exclaims. “Paul Lahote, you stop that right now!”

On command, the growls turn into whimpers and she can’t help the way her chin trembles with the pained sound leaving her fiancé.

“Come home,” she says softly. “I know you believe you put me in this situation, but that’s not true.” Sniffling, she pauses as if to wonder if saying it in front of everyone is unwise. It doesn’t take long for her to decide, choosing to prioritize Paul over her vulnerability. “If you and I never fell in love, I’d have been dead a long time ago. Paul, I came back home for a few months to tie up loose ends.”

Glancing at Daisy who stood by her, Y/N swallows thickly. “I was struggling with anxiety and depression. And I didn’t feel like I had anyone in this world other than my dad. I just…I was in therapy, but it didn’t really feel like it was working. The meds never really helped either. I was just so…so lonely.”

“Y/N”, Daisy rests a hand on her shoulder as a show of support.

“I was planning on taking my life and then you showed up in that forest with your stupid smile and gorgeous eyes and suddenly I had one more mystery to solve.” Smiling meekly, Y/N sighs. “Before long, I was falling in love with you and my friends returned to me and in that time, I started falling in love with life again. You saved my life, Paul Lahote, and I hate how cheesy that sounds, but you did. And whatever time I got now is still a lot longer than it would have been if we never met.”

Biting her lower lip, she closes her eyes. “You made me happier than I believed was possible. I love you and I want to marry you. I want to marry you and become your wife as we planned. Come back to me so we can enjoy this time we have left.”

“I will.”

She recognizes Paul’s voice immediately.

“I’ll be home soon. We’ll do whatever you want.” His voice is shaky, imbued with heavy emotions he’s attempting to keep under control.

Smiling, she nods. “A beach wedding would have been great, but the weather might not agree.”

“I’ll make sure it agrees,” Paul sniffles.

“Where we had our first date?”

“Sounds perfect!”

Neither spoke for a few moments. Each breath seems to hang in the air, heavy with unspoken thoughts. It’s the kind of silence that carries weight, a palpable tension that both parties are acutely aware of but hesitate to break. Y/N inhales sharply as Paul breaks the silence.

“I love you too.”

“I know”, she replies quietly.

“With all my heart.”

“I believe you.”

“I’ll see you soon,” Paul promises.

Nodding, she holds her breath as tears rush to her eyes. She can’t let Paul hear her crying. He’s carrying far too much guilt already and her tears shouldn’t be part of the load. Swallowing the growing lump at the back of her throat, she replies sweetly, her tone laced with all the love she wants to give him.

“I’ll hold you to that.”

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Part 29

[arcane-ghost]

Should I start making one shots

[creelkobblelaufeyson69]

Carlisle Cullen/ Alice Cullen/ Edward/ Caius masterlist:

How they would react when you tell them your on your period/ how they’d handle it during the week