#bfd!carlisle cullen

[velvetcloxds]

hello! :)) I'M LOST - best friends dad! carlisle and reader having to confront their feelings for one another while also understanding the circumstances— your his sons best friend after all.

hopefully i did this right 😩

The vampire thing made age gaps seem all the wilder, in vampire years you were far older than Edward, you'd been friends for decades, and you'd known Carlise even longer than that and heaven knows though you were Edward's best friend first, there was no hiding how either of you felt for each other from him so why you attempted to hide it from each other was beyond him.

"I'm fine," you were, truly, it was quite literally impossible for you not to be so why he was fussing, you had no idea. "He just nipped me," the he in question was one of Jacob's pack members, you were strolling, searching for flowers in the forest and you'd crossed into their territory by accident.

"Edward should've warned you," you were being carefully examined by Carlisle, gentle hands drifting over your cold skin and you couldn't help but smile, leaning back onto his desk to make him stop and catch his eye. "What?" you shrugged, he rolled his eyes, it wasn't convincing at all. "What?"

"Well, out with it, Carlisle, aren't you happy to see me?" he was, he just couldn't admit it out loud.

"We're always happy to have you, Y/n," he paired his words with a gentle cup of your cheek, a far too honorable kiss to your forehead, and a sigh only you could decipher. "Does Edward know you're in town?" you felt his absence almost instantly even if he only moved to the other side of the room, tidying up his desk though only to keep his hands busy, off you.

"I'm not here to see Edward, I miss him dearly though I write him often," you did feel a slight pinch when you stood up, sore, the bitemark to your wrist though far from danger definitely stung. "You, however, haven't written back to me in months, I was scared I'd done something wrong, offended you somehow."

"You could never," honest, he'd become an expert at disguising his feelings for you, but he'd never lie, never deny you the truth of his heart if only you'd asked directly. "I didn't have the words, is all," he paused, you stilled in place in front of his desk. "You were always better with them than I was, you'd described your heart so well yet I couldn't find a more poetic way of saying that I was entirely sure that I missed you infinitely more than you missed me."

"I never was one for poetry, Carlisle," you were the one to touch him this time, how it felt so different he didn't know. "I only wanted to know you felt the same."

"I do," he disregarded his papers and entwined his fingers with yours nearly desperately. "Of course I do."