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blac-ivy · 10 days

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Jay Halstead (& Platonic! Will Halstead): People You Love

Some stories just write themselves and that is what this one did. I’ve been in a writing mood lately and I have a whole list of ideas I want to go through. This isn’t super Jay x reader-focused.

Warnings: Mentions of PTSD and anti Will/ Natalie content

You took a sip of your drink listening to Will talk to his brother about his latest disagreement with Natalie. You had learned at the beginning of your relationship with Jay and first meeting Will that it was not a topic of conversation that you should chime in on.

Will wanted to be with Nat and there was nothing that could change that to his and her own detriment. You stirred the brightly colored liquid with your straw, listening to the ice cubes click against the glass. It was a sweet drink that Gabby had made for you. You were one of the few who frequented Molly’s that didn’t drink beer and only ordered mixed drinks. You had gotten hell for it from a few of the blue-collar boys, but Gabby had taken that as a challenge. There was always a new drink she had found for you to try.

You tried to hide your wince by taking a drink when Will went through some particularly low blows of the fight. The saying sticks and stones make break my bone never considered how cutting words could be. Especially from the people who were supposed to love you. “You want another babe?” Your eyes flashed between his eyes and your cup which you now found almost empty. You hesitate, but with the way Will is going, you will probably be here for quite a while yet.

“Yeah, just one more,” You agree. You watch him leave the table and make his way over to the crowded bar top. He wouldn’t have to wait if not for your drink, but he never complained. You heard a sigh and the loud click of a bottle being set more forcefully on the table.

“Alright, let's hear it.” You glance up at Will expectantly. You weren’t close but you had acquaintanceship because of Jay. You liked Will but it was hard to form a real friendship with someone when you felt like you had to edit everything you said because they couldn’t handle your honesty. Will had a strong alpha male confidence and ego. He needed someone who could call him to the carpet, but you weren’t willing to risk your relationship with Jay to be that for him. You tilted your head in question to his statement. “I know you want to say something, so let’s hear it.” You shake your head circling your straw in your cup again. The bangles that lined your arms clinked together loudly as they slid down to your wrists. “C’mon,” Will pressed.

“It’s nothing you want to hear.”

“But there is something you want to say.” His gaze held yours and he raised his eyebrows in question. There was a challenging spark in his eyes. He was looking for a fight. “You’ve been with my brother for almost a year and never had an opinion you wanted to share about any of my relationship problems? I doubt that. I’ve been trying and nothing has been working out. So, I’m up for a female viewpoint.”

“What you want is a fight. I like my relationship with Jay, I’m not going to ruin it by fighting with his older brother.” Will sits up a little straighter in his seat.

“Is that so? Well, this one can be on the house. No backlash or fallout. The way I see it-I asked, you answered.” You eye him up and down trying to determine the truth of his words and if he was able to abide by what he just offered. You looked at the bar. Jay was leaning leisurely against the bar top talking to Kelly Severide, Matt Casey, and Gabby. You could tell he was still going to be a minute. You look back at Will and nod.

“You and Natalie are never going to work.” Will blows out a breath and leans back in his seat before scoffing and shaking his head.

“You don’t-” You shake your head at him holding up your hand making all the bangles clank down to the bottom of your forearm, the loud noise effectively covering up his rebuttal.

“Uh-uh, you asked my opinion and now you're going to listen to it.” Will mouth turns into a firm line but he stays silent. “You two are bad for each other. I know you want it to work, to figure it out, for the little rainbows and butterflies to flutter down to fix all your problems. But it’s not going to happen. You two are bad for each other. She is bringing out the worst in you and from what I can tell- from the very limited time I’ve spent with you together- you are doing the same for her.”

“I love her,” You shake your head at the redheaded man in front of you.

“What you're doing to each other isn’t love Will. I know you care about her. Want what’s best for her but that doesn’t make it you. Love is finding each other's soft spots, their weakness. It’s learning and knowing exactly what could destroy them. It’s having all that power and choosing to protect them instead of bringing them to their knees.” You play with a bangle on your wrist twisting it, “I’ve been in a relationship where we picked each other to pieces, and I promise you Will that isn’t what you want.” You feel your eyes mist over with emotion, “It’s hard letting go but when you find someone that goes out of their way to protect you...When you would do anything to protect them...You will know that you’ve made the right decision.”

“I protect Natalie.” You shake your head at Will getting frustrated with his purposeful ignoring of the issues. “We just get heated sometimes, say things we don’t-”

“That’s what I am saying, Will. It seems to happen every other week with you too. Over stupid things that don’t matter.”

“Unlike you and Jay. Because I’m sure you too never fight.” Will shoots back and your frustration rises.

“Jay has PTSD. I’m more worried about protecting his mental health than notching up our day-to-day bickering. He gets in this headspace sometimes and it is irritating and frustrating because I just want him to talk to me. For him to let me help him. But he won’t. I didn’t understand at first. How could I? Then he had a really bad bout of it after a case. He didn’t hear me come in and I startled him. He pulled his gun on me. Pointed it right at my head.”

Will felt his own frustration turn into something churning in his stomach. He knew his brother struggled with PTSD from time to time. He knew that he had nightmares and that there were times when he was constantly on edge- hypervigilant. But Will had never been there to see the full extent of it. “When he realized it was me, I could see it all in his eyes. He was afraid that he could hurt me. That I would be afraid to be around him. If he had any idea how terrified I was, not that he would hurt me but that he would torture himself with it. Nobody can hurt Jay like Jay can. The fallout was awful. He struggled to get past it. I knew that it could never happen again.”

“So, what did you do?”

You looked at your arm and wiggled it. The bangles clank loudly together. “I made it so I can never sneak up on him again. When I went through my Bollywood phase and bought bangles my mom used to complain that the entire neighborhood could hear me when I walked around. I’m sure one highly trained soldier can hear it coming from a mile away.” You look over to meet your gaze with Will again. “Now when I see the signs, I wear them. That is what you do for the people you love.”

A look of understanding and respect is clear in Will’s eyes. You give him a smile and feel the threads of friendship beginning to form on the strong foundation of honesty and shared love of another person. “If you ever tell him that-” Will mimics zipping his lips before taking the last pull of his beer. You two sit in quiet understanding, and you can see Will marinating on your words. Whether they are thoughts about Jay or his relationship with Natalie you were unsure.

Jay returns a few minutes later, setting a vivid blue and green drink in front of you and two bottles of beer for the brothers. You eyed the drink thoughtfully, “Gabby said you had to try it. She called it sweet poison, I think.” You stir it before sipping through the straw. You could taste the rum. Gabby had a habit of being heavy-handed with your drinks. It was good though. You turned to look at Gabby and when she raised her eyebrows in question you gave her an enthusiastic nod. She fist-pumped her accomplishment before turning back to Matt. “That good?”

His strong hand found your thigh under the table, and you smiled at him. You caressed his forearm with one hand while pushing the drink closer to him with the other. “Yeah, try it.” He made a face at you but took a drink from the cup, not the straw. He merely shrugged his shoulders when you asked what he thought. “Yeah, yeah it’s always too sweet for you.” Jay looks over at his brother.

“You okay man?” He questions, Will was being too quiet.

“Yeah,” He runs his fingers through his curls, “I was just thinking... Might be a good time to get away for a while. Maybe do a week trip at Gramp's cabin. Fish and stock up on some more wood for the winter. You want to go?” The offer seems to throw Jay for a second. Between Will’s struggling relationship and Jay being busy with a heavy caseload they hadn’t had much time to spend together. Jay looks over at you and you smile brightly at him squeezing his arm.

“Yeah, I have some time saved up that I need to go through.”

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blac-ivy · 12 days

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-just jokes and something I defs overthink-

In a lot of volturi fics i always have to have a little giggle about the fact that when the reader meets them it’s (a lot off the time and for good reason ig) at one of the tour-massacre-scams and they’re witnessing just soooo many people get brutally killed around them… they’re fearing their own life and then ‘omg sexy vampire who is so hot wants me:):)!!’ Like omg same, that’s absolutely valid but at the same time… I Wouldn’t be able to brush past all that so quickly… at most they’re shaken up (and again I get why.. gotta get to the story and it makes sense) but I would be absolutely inconsolable, i would be a mess.. like drag me off to a psych ward ASAP kind of mess and the girlies in these fics are like so okay a few scenes later… lmaooooo

#real #twilight #cause it's going to be a problem

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blac-ivy · 12 days

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Caius with a Crush

Warnings: romance and everything that comes with it, vampires, blood

Notes: I’m not one for blondes usually but Caius is my guilty exception 🙈 obviously imagine he’s not already mated 😅

Caius hates humans 😡

like the man had been immortal so long he just see them as walking sacks of blood

the last thing he ever wanted was a human mate

it was hard to picture how he could ever see them as more than a food source long enough to turn them

after having to listen to Aro brag (endlessly) about how happy he was, and put up with Marcus’s endless emo grumbling, he wasn’t so sure he even wanted a mate

but then he saw you 😭

it was one of the few times he was out of the castle, going with the rest of the guard when he saw you walking through the woods

the man was too stunned to speak

sure you smelled good and he would have loved to eat you, but just the thought of hurting you was enough to bring him to his knees

immediately after he’s gonna be learning everything he can about you

he’s (a shy baby) not gonna introduce himself to you at first

if he thinks your absolutely divine the he knows what another vampire would do to you if they had the chance

that said, he puts a guard detail to watch over you while he makes his preparations

he’s not protective, he’s territorial

you won’t know it, but being mated to a Volturi king makes you the most protected human on earth 🤭

you take the knowledge of the supernatural surprisingly well but it only makes Caius like you more

moves all your things to the caste before he even asks you to go to Italy with him

Caius doesn’t do slow

after waiting lifetimes for you already, he’s hungry to have all of you as quickly as possible

will fuck you (cuz he’s not a pussy like Edward) within the first week if you let him 🫠

keeps you on his lap when’s he’s on his throne

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blac-ivy · 14 days

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Dirty - Dominic Fike

Summary: You and Dominic go great together -- 18+

Warnings/Content Ahead: SMUTSMUTTYSMUTSMUT !!! P in V unprotected sex (wrap it up, y'all!! Don't be nasty and careless like the freaks in this story), oral (male recieving), creampie, vivid descriptions of penetration and sexual acts, titty sucking...I think that's all, lmk if I missed any!

A/N: This is nasty y'all... as always, 18+ only! Inspired by the song "Dirty" by Pretty Sick! Check them out if you get the chance. Reblog and let me know your thoughts, please! I love you and enjoy :)

Word Count: 1.9k

It honestly wasn’t your fault.

It was he who came in all sweaty and masculine from his workout session with the trainer. If you had known how ravishing he was going to look with his hair sticking to his forehead and his exposed biceps bulging from the strain of the workout -- you probably would still be right where you’re at, honestly.

But genuinely, who could blame you?

It didn’t help that you were ovulating, and you had a very handsome and willing boyfriend to soothe those aches for you.

You were good though.

You gave him time to actually get through the door before you made your move. You even let him tell you all about his day before your hormones fully kicked in.

“Man, the trainer was fucking brutal today,” Dominic starts as he kisses you on the forehead before cruising to the fridge. You’re surprised he doesn’t hear the light gasp you let out from the contact. As he snatches a cold water bottle, he continues, “I thought I was gonna pass out by the 8th lap, babe.”

He pauses in his speech to drink, but before he does, he takes in how you look. Your lips are parted and there’s a hungry look in your eye. Dominic pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, stifling a chuckle of disbelief.

"How did I get so lucky to bag someone who wants me even when I’m sweating bullets?" He thinks to himself as he looks you over.

But Dominic can be such an asshole sometimes. He acts oblivious to the effect he’s having on you as he focuses on satiating his thirst and not yours.

Keeping his eyes locked on you, he gulps the water; his neck on display to you. Your eyes travel the expanse of his skin and you want nothing more than to press a nasty kiss to the tattoo decorated on the side of it.

So that’s exactly what you do.

You walk over to where he’s standing and lick a wet stripe up his pulse point, making him jerk and almost spill the water. “Mmm babe wait-”

He sets the water bottle down, wrapping his unoccupied hand around your waist. He turns to you with a knowing smirk, knowing you would break eventually. “Okay, now you can ravish me,”

You couldn’t even make it to the bedroom.

Dominic’s engulfed by you the second the teasing words left his mouth. Mouths entwined with lust and spit keep you two tethered, and Dominic swiftly lifts you into his arms. His scent is an earthy musk from his workout, and it dampens your panties with slick need.

And that’s how you ended up with your calves hanging over his shoulders and him saying the filthiest things to you. Every word makes you clench tighter around him, his thrust creating a sweet friction between the two of you. Your back is pressed against the couch cushions, and he holds the rest of you in his embrace.

“O-oh fuck!” Your eyes are squeezed shut as Dominic hits places in you that set your body ablaze. Your nails leave red marks on his back, decorating his flesh with signs of your presence. Of your absolute possession of him. The contact makes him hiss, but his thrusts increase in speed.

“Mmm that’s it, baby, take this dick.”

A slick squelching echoes throughout the room. Your fluids increase with the motion of Dominic’s hips connecting with yours, creating a creamy film over his throbbing member.

“Fuckkk baby…” Dominic trails off trying to find the words; too pussy-drunk from the feeling of you around him to string a sentence together. “You’re makin’ a fuckin’ mess.”

You don’t have to look to know what he means. You can feel your essence dripping between the two of you, running down his dick and dripping down to your backside. He’s covered in you and something like an animalistic possession begins to stir within.

You clench around him and moan when you look down at the sight of it. He’s mine.

The sound reaches Dominic’s ears, and you feel him shiver from above you. “Yeah, baby? You like that?” He gives you a peck on your forehead before leaning his against it. “We look great together, don’t we?”

You barely register the question, too immersed in the slick feeling of him sliding within your walls. He gives your cheek a couple of light smacks to bring you out of your haze before gripping your face with his hand. “I asked you a question, doll.”

You let out a pathetic whimper, giving him a nod in response.

He chuckles at your fucked-out state before he pulls out, stoking his member sopping in your slickness and his pre-cum. He ignores the whine you let out as he stands up to tell you, “Clean it up for me,”

You crouch on shaky knees and open your mouth for him. He wastes no time shoving himself to the back of your throat. You gag a bit before moaning around him, his pubic hair tickling your nose. You can take it.

“H-holy shit, baby” Dominic moans, throwing his head back in pleasure. He runs a soothing hand through your hair, careful not to tug. “Good girl,”

You hollow your cheeks and take everything he has to offer. Savoring his heaviness on your tongue and the sundry tang of both of your fluids as you move your mouth up and down his member. You bring a hand up to stroke him as you focus your attention on teasing his tip.

You hear him hiss from above you and it drifts into a whimper. The roles intrinsically shifting excite you as you pull off from him, a string of saliva following and breaking, still keeping a steady stroke with your hand. “That feel good, sweet boy?”

He looks down at you with his brown, glistening eyes and gives you a dazed nod. “Please keep going, baby.”

You look off to the side in faux contemplation, your hand slowing. You would love to go back to having him in your mouth, but an ache between your legs reminds you of what got you into this position in the first place. Dominic whines as he attempts to thrust into your hand. “N-no, please don’t stop,”

You mock him with a pout, “So you don’t want to go back to fucking me?”

His eyes brighten at the idea of reuniting with you again and you chuckle at his enthusiasm. You pull him onto the couch in an upright position. He makes grabby hands for you, pulling you to straddle his lap, and you don’t waste any more time with teasing. He grabs his cock and slides the tip between your slick folds, both of you moaning at the salacious sensation.

Slowly, he inserts himself into your leaking hole and moves his hands to your hips to keep you steady. Your eyes are trained on the place where the two of you meet, entranced by the way you swallow him. Dominic’s ragged voice tells you, “Look at how good you take it,” His hands tighten around you at the same time your cunt tightens around him. Perfectly in sync.

You sit until he’s fully sheathed in you. Both of you locked together in exquisite union. The air feels like it’s been knocked out of your lungs and replaced with him. Your eyes are closed as you steady yourself, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles into your side. You’re so, so full.

Once you’ve adjusted to the feeling of him inside of you, you slowly begin to rock your hips. You throw your head back and sigh, “Baby you’re so deep,”

Dominic only moans in response as he guides you along his cock, mesmerized by the hot, slick feeling of your pussy wrapped around him. His tip hits the spongy bundle of nerves with each grind. Your clit buzzes against his pubic hair. All the teasing and build-up increase the rate of your impending orgasm. You feel the coil beginning to tighten in your belly as Dominic licks an obscene, wet trail from your nipple to your neck.

“I’m s’close, Dom -- fuck,”

He pulls back from kissing your neck to look up at you, a titillating look resides on his features. “Yeah, baby? You’re close?” He reaches a hand down to toy with your clit, your head spinning with the motion of his hand. Both of your moans imbue the space around you. Dominic feels you getting closer as you clench tighter and tighter around him.

“Go ahead, baby, soak my cock up.”

He’s so fucking filthy.

You close your eyes and get lost in the pulsing bliss between your legs. Dom��s whines from beneath as you clench around him, your essence coating his dick. He keeps his steady tempo on your clit and swirls his tongue around your nipple, wanting to relish in every drop you have to offer.

You stay tense around him, moaning a string of expletives, until you feel yourself return to your body. You blink, your vision blurry from the intensity of the wave that crashed over you. You feel Dominic’s furtive thrusts beneath you as he continues flicking between your breasts. You softly pull him off by his hair and cup his face with your hand.

“You wanna cum, Dominic?” Your voice comes out light and breathy. He nuzzles into your touch, his head nodding eagerly. A ribald smile crosses your face as you loosely drape your hand around his neck, your hips resuming their previous motions. “Beg me,”

“Baby please-” he cuts himself off with a sharp intake of breath, trying to steady the furor of dizziness causing his head to spin and all he can feel is you, you, you. “Please let me cum.”

You look down at the angel beneath you; your heart almost leaping out of your chest to join his in unison. His hair was hot and sweaty against his forehead, his chest racing from the breaths he was taking to steady himself. His eyes were glazed over and glossy, staring into yours with want and desperation and love.

You couldn’t leave your lover hanging anymore.

You lean down to kiss him on his temple, feeling him tremble at the motion. Your lips ghost over his ear and you tell him, “Let go for me, Dominic.”

That’s all the confirmation he needs as he holds your hips and starts bucking up into you frantically, chasing the edge as it grows closer and closer. He slides a hand up to squeeze your breast and whispers love into the air as he empties himself into you. “T-thank you, baby, I lo-love you, I love you, oh-”

You stroke his cheek, and he rides through the euphoric sensation of you around him. You look down at the man covered in every essence of your being, and are in absolute awe of the wantonness you unleashed. You didn’t think that you’d be dirty like that.

You lift off him with a satisfied groan escaping your lips, his love leaking out of you and running down your thigh, and collapse in a heap onto the cushions. He’s sliding down the couch onto his knees and bringing your fluffy cunt to his face, your knees hanging off his shoulders this time.

The room fills with your song of lust as he digs into you. Tasting, licking, and sucking everything you two created. You throw your head back from the overwhelming euphoria that ruptures through you, breathing out a question he sought the answer to earlier:

“We go great together, don’t we?”

Thanks for reading! Thought I'd switch up the POV for this one :)

You can find my other writing here -> Honey's Writing

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blac-ivy · 18 days

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And there's an 87% chance her name is Aurora or something 😭😂

Every single twilight x reader fic is white woman coded im not even kidding. Let me get back on my grind I can’t.

Then they be like

“Character x oc” and the oc is a basic white woman with dirty blonde hair or maybe dark hair and tan skin. Like it’s cool to have the mc as your oc but make them special, not a regular white woman 💀 that just tells me that they can’t do non descriptive so they add themselves into the book. Omg just like twilight fr.

#twilight #twilight angst #edward cullen #twilight x reader

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blac-ivy · 2 months

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Please bc who us matheo and and?

Can poc ever have anything?

Naw cause why are ppl shoving their random white dudes in the Blaise Zabini tag 😐

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blac-ivy · 2 months

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Hello!

Does anyone want headcannons for Blaise Zabini?

If so I could probably get it out in 2-3 days, maybe longer since i’m on vacation right now! But, please let me know!

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blac-ivy · 2 months

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I don't know how alive the fandom is but I'm on a Blaise Zabini kick.

Pretty brown boy how can there be so little for him? It's criminal.

Where the Blaise writers at? I need everything.

#harry potter fanfiction #cedric diggory x reader #draco malfoy x reader #george weasley x reader #harry potter x reader #blaise zabini x reader #Draco Malfoy #blaise zabini #harry potter #marvel imagine #steve rogers x reader #marauders #ron weasley x reader

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blac-ivy · 2 months

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Who are these made up people anyway?It must be racism or something because I don't understand the lack of Blaise content either? And he's a real character. Apparently people don't know how to characterize him, yeah but you can riff off of non canonical characters? Thought that was the point of fanfiction, to give life and storylines to characters especially the ones that could be explored more deeply.

Cowardly copouts, just say no, or you don't write for him.

Isn’t it weird that OG canon popular slytherin boys are Blaise and Draco yet half of the people don’t include Blaise in their videos/threads like??? why’d you do that

the other day I saw tiktok creator that replied that they “forgot” but next videos were without him as well 😭 idk it feels personal to me

#blaise zabini #blaise zabini x reader #harry potter #slytherin boys #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter x reader #draco malfoy x reader #justice for blaise

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blac-ivy · 2 months

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Unlikely - Emmett Cullen

Summary: Edward Cullen discovers a surprising secret when he inadvertently tunes into the thoughts of a fellow student, [y/n] [y/l/n], revealing her crush on none other than his brother, Emmett. As their unexpected connection unfolds, both face the complexities of love and the challenges of their supernatural existence.

Pairing: [y/n] [y/l/n] x Emmett Cullen

Universe: Twilight

Author's Note: So, I have had this in store for a while, waiting for the right time to post it. I feel like Emmett deserves I do it. Btw, I can't promise a part 2 or something like that. For an unknown reason, it's been hard for me to write characters kissing and stuff. But get them flirting below.

Info: Emmett here is supposedly enroled in the same year as Edward and Bella, because I wanted to keep him in school whereas I wanted Rosalie gone. Love Rosalie, though. I'm telling you this because it's not canon, so... there you go.

### Edward was the first to notice, of course.

He wasn't paying much attention until this girl's thoughts popped louder than the rest of the cafeteria.

Edward already had so much trouble — keeping tabs on Bella Swan — that his most minor concern was the other students at Forks High School.

But her thoughts were loud and clear. I can't believe it! I… I am crushing on him! Gods, embarrassing…

Edward Cullen frowned. He was always around teenagers, and more often than not, they'd find themselves in love. Why was this random girl's mental voice so loud and clear, then?

He's never paid attention to me before. He just borrowed me a pen. Get a grip on yourself, [y/n]! The girl's mind shouted, reprehending herself.

"What is it, Edward?" Bella asked, calling back his attention to her. Edward was curious about the other students, but no one in the world came before Bella Swan to him.

"Someone's called my attention," Edward answered, letting Bella grasp his hand.

"Good or bad?" she asked.

"A student," Edward answered, unsure yet if listening to the random girl's thoughts so clearly was a bad sign. "She's found herself crushing on someone."

Bella looked puzzled. "Oh, well. It happens to all of us," she jested but still looked worried. "Any idea why her voice is louder?"

Even after all those many months apart, Bella quickly understood Edward's gift. But the loud voice had disappeared.

"It was [y/n] [y/l/n]. But I don't know who she's crushing on that can be so bad…" Edward let his sentence trail off, looking around the cafeteria for the human.

Emmett's face lit up, and he chimed in. "[y/n]? I talked to her today in Biology class. She's my lab partner."

Bella moved her neck to face Emmett better. "I did not know that."

Emmett shrugged. "I mean, it's not like we interact. She's been my partner for a while in that class, but you know…" he didn't finish his sentence, embarrassed to tell Bella what he really thought. But Edward read it all in Emmett's mind: but I don't usually bother with humans.

Edward pressed his lips together, reacting to his brother's thought. He also didn't want to tell Bella that he agreed.

"But what was it about [y/n], anyway? Is she in danger?" Emmett asked, not showing his concern. To Bella, it all seemed like curiosity. But to Edward, well, he saw Emmett's thoughts trailing off.

"No, not at all," Edward nodded. "I don't think I've tuned to her thoughts before, that's all. It was just so loud a minute ago."

"Ah," Emmett let out. What was she saying? I know you won't tell me, but you sure as hell told Bella.

"What I said is what I heard," Edward affirmed, answering Emmett's mind.

"So she has a crush, good for her!" Emmett said, raising his tone just a bit but enough for Bella to notice.

Before Edward could intrude on his brother's reaction, Emmett left.

***

Emmett sat at his seat, tensed. Being a vampire and all, he had no need for breathing, definitely no need for oxygen. But it was a habit to do so, to get a grasp of scent and also to act more "human". However, that day, he felt like he was hyperventilating.

So Edward had heard [y/n] had a crush on someone. No big deal. Was she one of the funniest girls he ever met? Yes. Did she have such a crooked smile that made her more beautiful? Yes. Did she seem to always understand him, even when he barely spoke to her? Yes. But that meant nothing and would stay meaning nothing, for she was a human, and he was a vampire.

Emmett concluded it would have been better if Edward had not mentioned any of [y/n]'s thoughts. In fact, since Edward was always so focused on Bella, Emmett thought [y/n] would stay out of his radar. Goddammit.

"Hey, Emm," [y/n] said, catching Emmett by surprise as she sat beside him.

[y/n] was in many other classes Emmett was enrolled in, but Biology was the only course they actively sat together. Well, one time in English class, Emmett was left out of group partners, and [y/n] politely and unexpectedly asked him to join her group. But that had been one time.

He wouldn't admit it to his siblings, but [y/n] had caught him off guard. Emmett had been so distracted thinking about her that her scent passed unnoticed when she was finally there.

"Hi, [y/n]!" he replied, quickly cleaning his throat after noticing his "hi" had sounded a bit too high-pitched. He wished he had a nickname for [y/n] as she had, with time, shortened his name after the forced proximity. He had tried out some possibilities in his mind, but he was a man of his time, and just calling her by her first name and not simply "miss" was too much for his little mind.

"It's snowing today," she prompted, shifting her eyes from his face to the window nearby.

"I noticed," Emmett nodded.

"Do you plan to snow-fight your siblings?" she asked shyly after becoming embarrassed by his gruff reply.

Emmett's face lit up just a bit, and he hoped it was invisible for [y/n]'s human eyes. She's trying to make small talk, he concluded, smiling internally.

"You've noticed I do that, huh," he playfully leaned his head.

[y/n] smiled. "Last year, I saw you trying to hit Alice. She was quick though," she said, moving her shoulders as if to shrug, but not quite. "I just hope you don't plan to have your fight in the cafeteria again."

Emmett's eyebrows were eager to shoot up, but he controlled them just in time. So [y/n] had noticed him and his siblings since the year before. Of course, she had known Emmett since their first high school year — or should he say her first high school year? — and of course, one thing or another, she was bound to catch up about the Cullens. But to have detected him launching Alice a snowball... and to remember it, that was something.

"Be careful then," Emmett joked. "I can't make any promises."

"Oh, please," [y/n] rolled her eyes, shifting the way she sat so she could look to the front of the classroom. She continued without facing Emmett, "As if you would ever hit on me... I mean, on me! No! I mean, hit me! With a snowball."

Her face was so red Emmett thought her head was going to explode. Did humans' heads do that? Did they explode?

[y/n] saw he looked concerned, but she misinterpreted it. Emmett had barely noticed her slip in language use.

"I don't mean you would hit on me at all," she kept shaking her head as if to erase her language mistake. "Not that it matters; both are something you would never do," she whispered now, more to herself than to the boy, but being a vampire, he heard it all. "Forget it, Emmett. I'm so sorry."

Emmett was instantly calmer, but not because he was glad she apologised — why was she apologising again? — but because the redness was slowly disappearing from [y/n]'s face, which definitely meant she was not gonna explode, he felt very relieved, which surprised him. When Edward had mentioned, the year before, how easily humans could die, Emmett had thought his brother was being absurd. But he was worried about this human girl beside him for some reason.

He planned to ask [y/n] if she was indeed all right, but the professor walked in, and all the chances he had to do so seemed to disappear.

***

[y/n] could not, for her life, tell what Mr. Banner was going on and on about. Was it about cells? About nature? She was utterly unfocused, even though her eyes were fixed on the weird teacher. Well, actually, she would fix her gaze at anything and anyone, if that was enough, to avoid looking to her left and eyeing Emmett Cullen.

All her mind could do was blame herself. She had known Emmett since the Cullens came to the town; there was no reason for fuss. The family was undoubtedly the most beautiful of all. All of them could be models, including Dr. Carlisle, whom she met when she unintentionally had to stitch a bruise. Since entering high school and having known them, her gaze was fatally met with Emmett's.

It was not as if he had reacted in any other way, if not with boredom. She grew discouraged after each "incident" but continued to spy on the Cullen family. However, whenever Rosalie and Edward caught her staring, [y/n] felt uneasy and quickly averted her gaze. She knew there was no point in admiring Emmett Cullen when he already had Rosalie Hale by his side. So, who was [y/n] compared to the stunning blonde goddess?

[y/n] was extremely surprised when she witnessed the Cullens' return to Forks.

Seeing Bella Swan go through a "mourning process," [y/n] felt understood because she had felt the same way, although on a much smaller scale. However, she would never have confessed it or let it show. Who was she to miss the Cullens?

She never expected Edward Cullen or Emmett to come back, but one day, there they were. [y/n] arrived late one day and had not noticed the extra car in the parking lot. When it was time for biology class, [y/n] was caught off guard to see that she had a new (old) partner already sitting at the table they were supposed to share.

Letting herself dive into this thread of thought, [y/n] was sure that it was not at that moment, when he returned, that she saw herself surrendered to Emmett. Yes, she had gotten more loose and relaxed when she noticed that Rosalie had not accompanied her siblings or Jasper Hale because they had graduated. But Edward's gaze still haunted her. Something told her that the whole family moved by the boy's fault (even if the rumours said that Dr Carlisle had accepted a better job), so [y/n] was afraid that Edward would make his family move again.

After secretly paying attention, she was surprised to detect that Bella was also afraid of them disappearing again.

Before Biology class ended, [y/n]'s mind replayed a specific, very recent memory. The day before, she was about to write something down when her pen started failing. She thought she wasn't reacting noticeably, but somehow Emmett glimpsed her sudden need.

"Do you want a pen of mine to borrow?" he asked, already holding the thing out to her grasp.

[y/n] raised her eyes from her notebook to meet his golden gaze.

"Oh, thank you," she smiled, borrowing the pen.

Emmett had said nothing more and returned his gaze to Mr Banner. [y/n] thought she ought to do the same and rushed to write down the rest of the speech.

When the class had ended, [y/n] turned to Emmett before he could head out. "Here you go, Emm," she smiled at him, trying her hardest to look polite. "Thank you."

The nickname must have gotten him off guard — even though [y/n] was sure she had called him so before — because his golden eyes widened.

"You can keep it," he said, not a hint of hesitation, even though his expression seemed hesitant.

"Oh," [y/n] gasped. "Thanks again, then," she smiled with her cheeks high, feeling they were reddening.

It was then he surprised her: Emmett smiled.

She did not see it coming at all. [y/n] had talked to the boy before. They had even joked around — when Mr Benner said something sex-related, the duo was really juvenile for that topic, and they would always let a little chuckle out — but that smile was different. It was wide, genuine. Emmett showed all his beautiful white teeth at her, and she was mesmerised by the whole view. He had dimples.

Emmett Cullen had dimples!

[y/n] remembered stumbling in her words, trying to find something to say because she wanted Emmett to keep smiling. But he simply nodded at her and got up, leaving the classroom before [y/n] could form a coherent thought.

She spent the whole day revisiting the memory of his smile and dimples. She was frozen in that Biology class; it was as if she never left. In her mind, she kept the conversation going. She knew he was a clown — she liked him best of all the Cullens for it — and so perhaps, she could have prompted a joke, such as "Do you think we're so poor compared to you, rich Cullens, that I need a pen as a gift?" It could've been funny; maybe he would've kept smiling. Perhaps he would laugh but really laugh and not hold back as usual.

But, in the end, she said nothing, just like today.

When Mr Banner announced they were free, [y/n] instantly turned her gaze to Emmett.

"Oh, sorry there, Emm," she swallowed hard, trying to keep her brave facade as she spoke to him. "It seems there's no longer snow for your fight."

He shrugged, and a light of playfulness hit his face. "No problem there. I can just punch Edward straight up."

She wasn't sure if it had been his innocent way of speaking or if it had been the mention of just the right brother, but [y/n] cracked up in one of her loudest laughs yet. The students who hadn't already run out of the classroom all turned to stare at her.

Emmett seemed to get in a shocked state. He wasn't expecting that reaction.

"I'm sorry," [y/n] said, trying to catch her breath. It was not easy; she still wanted to laugh. "I... I don't know why that was so funny."

"Maybe because Edward has a very punchable face," Emmett suggested, letting go of his restraints and following [y/n] in chuckles.

"I'm sure you've done that many times," [y/n] raised a brow, instigating him to go on.

"Unfortunately," Emmett tilted, "no, I have not."

"Oh," [y/n] did not see that answer coming, "too much of a good brother?"

Emmett snorted a laugh. "Definitely not that. I just never seem to catch him," Emmett knew why that was so, whereas [y/n] would never have a clue: Edward read his mind any time Emmett tried to catch the sibling by surprise with punches or simply trying to give a scare.

As much as [y/n] wanted to continue the conversation, she had the next class to go to. She sighed lowly, but Emmett heard it right away, and he couldn't help smiling at her silly human reaction to leaving.

[y/n] stared at his smile like a child watching Santa come down from the chimney.

"Dimples," she thought aloud, not realising it until it was too late. Hoping Emmett didn't notice, she averted her eyes and started gathering her books, but the Cullen had heard it all too well.

He remained silent, though, allowing her heartbeat to stead again. When she was already up, probably about to nod him goodbye, he said, "You have dimples too."

***

Red is definitely her colour. How have I never noticed before? Besides that cute turtle neck she was wearing, when the red flushed her cheeks, that was...

The image totally got Edward by surprise. He was walking out of one of his classes when, passing the hallway, a mind ahead called his attention to a particular image. Then, the voice! The oh-so-familiar, very annoying mental voice of none other than Emmett Cullen.

In seconds, Edward was beside his sibling. "What was that?"

Shit! Emmett's face was as embarrassed as his mental voice. The sibling quickly started singing some random annoying pop song to pull Edward out of his mind, but it was too late.

"Why were you thinking of [y/n] like that?" Edward asked.

"Like what?" Emmett replied, but Edward's question worked, making Emmett revisit his thoughts, and [y/n]'s face popped up again, with Edward getting a complete view.

The old-school vampire was suddenly repulsed and stepped slightly to the side.

You are the one in my mind! Emmett accused him in thought.

"Not because I want to, believe me!" Edward exclaimed, returning to his spot next to Emmett. "Brother, I better hope you know what you're doing."

"I'm not doing anything," Emmett said defensively.

Edward raised a brow, wishing Emmett could read his thoughts and see how foolish in love Emmett had thought about [y/n].

"Stay out of my business," Emmett nudged his brother. I can't find anyone pretty anymore?

"After having Rosalie, I highly doubt you'd think that of a human," Edward answered Emmett's unspoken question.

"Rosalie and I... we're not a couple. We have our fun; that's all," Emmett said. "Besides, we haven't had fun in decades; you know that."

Edward knew because he had read their sex-deprived thoughts before. Still, he had thought Emmett was evolving, for he had stopped picturing Rosalie in a… needy way. But now, it seemed it had a different reason why.

Suddenly, another piece fell into place.

"She has fallen for you," Edward gasped in such a whisper only vampire hearing could catch it.

What? Emmett's mind shouted. "Don't be silly," he said aloud.

"It was definitely you [y/n] mentioned having a crush on yesterday," Edward continued his theory, forcing them both to stop walking and stay in the middle of the hallway. "That's probably why she caught my attention; she must have exclaimed your name! In thought," he added, although it was apparent.

"Are you sure about this?" Emmett asked, out of habit mostly, for he knew that no amount of hoping could make Edward wrong, not when he had a sibling so powerful.

Emmett's mind was racing as he tried to process it all. It was the first time Edward had trouble keeping up with him. Emmett was generally slower, even mentally, than Edward, but that was not the case now as he tried to understand everything about [y/n]. Edward caught up to some images — [y/n] blushing, [y/n] making a joke and laughing alone, and then the terrifying one. It was similar to the ones Edward had regarding Bella, too: [y/n] with eyes so red and skin so pale that there was no denying her heart no longer beat.

But when Edward returned his gaze to his taller brother, Emmett was not sad at the view, not half as much as Edward was when he thought of Bella as a vampire.

"Stop it," Edward begged, noticing Emmett's mind went on; he had started enduring the idea of Bella talking to [y/n] about what it was like to love a monster.

Emmett shook his head, bringing himself back to reality. "Sorry, man. It's just that...I never thought someone like her would fall for me."

Edward's worries shifted topics. "Why would you say that?" Edward had felt like that; he still felt like that with Bella, always thinking of himself as a killer and not deserving of love. But Emmett was most comfortable being a vampire out of all his family members. So, his brother had never thought to see him doubting himself.

Emmett's thoughts were faster than his tongue. Not even Rosalie fell for me, not really, and she was the one that found me, and she's our... species. [y/n] is a human girl with a life ahead of her, a full one at that; I don't see how she'd fallen for me. "Are you sure it's love?" Emmett asked out loud.

"Well, she thought it was a crush," Edward replied, returning to his own memories of [y/n]. But he didn't dwell on them for long. Edward was still trying to process Emmett's confession about Rosalie. He had always seen Emmett as cheerful, never realising that his brother might also feel unloved. They had more in common than Edward had ever thought.

Emmett sighed, and even before Edward could say anything — advice or a comforting word — Emmett lowered his head. "I know, Edward. I understand the risks."

Edward frowned. He couldn't believe Emmett immediately concluded that Edward would be mad at him. Of course, there were risks, not just because the girl involved was human. Even if Emmett didn't think Rosalie loved him (and Edward, being a mind reader and all, agreed), she would also cause some trouble.

But who was Edward to judge his brother's choices regarding a human?

"Look, if you decide to pursue this relationship, I'll support you."

Emmett smiled, surprised but yet feeling grateful for his brother's support. Thank you, he thought, and Edward nodded.

Edward thought love was a powerful emotion, and he couldn't blame Emmett for feeling like he did. However, he hoped that Emmett would make the right decision, whatever that may be.

#emmett cullen x reader #twilight saga #edward cullen #emmett cullen x y/n

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synopsis: at a frat party, you fall right into elliot's mysterious and enticing web, and both of you share two desires: sex, and drugs—a recipe for disaster. warning(s): smut (minors dni!!!), college!au, frat boy!elliot, canon ages (over 18), mentions of drug use (c*caine), sexual acts, intoxication, masturbation (fem receiving), praise kink author's note: i think this is one of my favorite imagines... and if the smut sucks i'm sorry x. it's my first time writing it, give me a break. not proofread. wc: 1.6k

Partying was the only way you knew how to take your mind off of the series of woeful ordeals that seemed to always happen to you. Your other remedies? Drugs and sex. To be frank, you couldn’t have one without the other.

When Maddy extended her invitation to tag along with her and her friends to a frat party, you couldn’t help but enthusiastically accept. You partied with them before and enjoyed yourself, so you figured it wouldn’t hurt to join them once again.

Now here you were, occupying a spot on the wall, sipping your drink and scoping the scene. The house was packed with intoxicated college students in their twenty-somethings, dancing the night away knowing that the following morning they have classes to attend.

That was the beauty of university. The fact that if you needed to let loose, you could garner the right connections and ditch your sorrows for the night then bury them.

Maddy and Cassie were singing their hearts to the song blasting on the speakers on top of the table, catching everyone’s attention. The crowd surrounding them was singing along. Until the DJ abruptly switched the song. It was then you realized quickly what you didn’t like about frat parties, you loathed the music they played.

The song was so bad that you quickly pushed yourself off the wall and tried to find the nearest empty bedroom. Clutching your cup, you squeeze you past the living room and snuck into the foyer. A DO NOT ENTER sign was plastered on the glass door that separated the rooms, bolded and in red ink.

Ignoring the sign and quickly glancing around you, you slowly opened the door, and tip-toed through and into the foyer. It was much quieter now that you moved away from the speakers. Your curiosity peaked once you noticed the spiral stairwell, so you walked near the steps and went up to explore the rest of the house.

There were so many rooms in one hallway, you couldn’t pick, but you settled on the third to the right. You didn’t hear any noise when you pressed your ear against the door, and you assumed it’d be safe to go in.

It was a typical college boy’s bedroom, nothing really out of the ordinary. Cartoon posters, and basketball jerseys on plaques hanging above the king-size bed. The desk was piled with textbooks and loose pieces of paper, as well as other miscellaneous office supplies. And although the desk was messy, the floor of the room was surprisingly clean, almost as if the owner regularly cleaned it.

A clean frat boy is, without a doubt, a rare occurrence.

You became so entranced with examining this random person’s bedroom that you hardly noticed the toilet in the connecting bathroom flush. You jump as a figure emerges from the bathroom, and you are met with his slightly startled brown eyes and dirty-blonde outgrown hair.

“Who the fuck are you?” he asked

“Who the fuck are you?” you quickly rebuttal. You realized it was a stupid question to ask, considering that he may or may not be the owner of this room and you invaded it, but you were drunk and high off of two whole blunts. Everything from when you finished your last cup to now was hazy, but not enough to lead you completely incoherent.

“You’re in my room, you’re not even supposed to go past the sign on the door.”

“I’m aware,” you reply, trekking towards his bed and plopping on the edge, “The music sucked so I wanted to get away.”

“You could've gone outside,” he furrowed his brows at you while you ran your hands on the bed.

“Yeah, well, I didn’t…” your voice trailed off as your gaze diverted from the little doodles you were drawing on his blanket and up at his. It didn’t take long for you to notice how dilated his pupils were.

You shot up off the bed and walked closer to him, “You happen to know anybody that can hook me up?”

His eyes stayed on yours as you approached them, and his face went from confused to perplexed at the drop of a hat. A slight smirk ticked at the corner of your lip and you knew you had hit the jackpot.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said, looking off to the side with a small grin.

You playfully rolled your eyes, “Oh come on, you can’t fool me. I know a plug when I see one.”

His eyes widened shockingly and chuckled at your comment, “Wow, now I’m being profiled by the random girl who snuck into my room asking for drugs?”

“Wow, now I’m being judged by the boy pretending not to be a drug dealer?” you playfully shot back at him, with a tilt in your head and crossing your arms.

Another laugh escaped both his and your lips and you spun on your feet and went back to glancing around the room, “Your room is nice… typical… but nice. And your blanket is fun to draw on.”

“Thanks, random girl who snuck into my room.” you could hear his shoes tapping against the wood floor as he followed you, supposedly making sure you didn’t find what you were looking for.

But apparently, this man could read minds, because when you turned back around he was staring at you with a tight-lipped smile on his face and waving a baggy of white powder in the air, “Is this what you’re looking for.”

You narrowed your brows at him and hummed, “Perhaps… perhaps it is.”

He inched closer to you, a little too close, and toyed with the baggie near your face, “You’re cute.” Was all he said after running the bag across your lips and then walking back toward the bathroom.

“Just cute? Not hot, sexy, beautiful, gorgeous, stunning,” you trailed off.

“Hot? Nobody says that anymore.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, “I do,” You looked around for the bathroom and went inside, watching as he swiftly snorted a line off of the counter, “That was hot.”

He skimmed up at you with a smirk, “Want some?”

“Don’t mind if I do,” you said, entering the bathroom, not breaking the contact that you made with his eyes. They were seductive. Enticing, even. Just the mere glance was enough to send you over the edge. But you kept your composure, breaking the contact when you peeked down at the line that he cut just for you.

A smile etched your face as you plugged your right nostril with your freshly manicured nails, leaned lower toward the countertop, and snorted the contents through your other nostril.

The rush hit your body almost instantly, sending eclectic waves up and down your spine. The feeling was entirely too euphoric to explain, but you knew that you had snorted quality cocaine.

You turned around and glanced at yourself in the mirror, disregarding him leaning in the doorway, just watching you, “You’re creeping me out, boy with no name.”

“Elliot.” He muttered, still watching you.

You spun around and leaned against the counter, “Thanks for the coke, Elliot.”

The room fell silent, all that could be heard was the slight thumping against the floor from the loud music playing downstairs. You were enjoying this quiet, yet awkward sexual tension that filled the air.

It was confusing because the silence normally wouldn't weird you out enough to leave, but for some reason, this silence was reeling you in a different direction. A direction that made your body hot and steamy, waiting for him to touch you with his ring-stacked fingers.

That was put to a halt when your vision started drifting elsewhere and you felt his body moving closer to yours, “I guess we’re skipping the formalities,” you mumbled as he cupped your behind and placed you on top of the counter.

His lips softly connected with the flesh on your neck, “I guess so.” He placed kisses along your jawline and then met your lips. You threw your arms on his shoulders and allowed his hands to roam free along the lower half of your body.

He kissed you with so much passion, that you would've thought you were the love of his life and not a random girl in search of drugs like he had said before.

His hand abruptly latched on the hem of your skirt and slowly pulled it down, but his lips never met yours. You noticed that he was a really good kisser. Good enough to make you mewl when he nibbled on your bottom lip.

His fingers danced along your sides, then between your thighs. He took his thumb and began rubbing on your bud through your panties, causing your breathing to hitch. You leaned your body back against the mirror and watched as he began picking up the pace.

He continued to rub circles on your clit and lifted his free hand to your chin, “Look at me, okay?”

You responded with a nod and a pleasurable moan. You tried to keep your eyes on his but as he continued to go faster and faster, you could feel your legs start to quiver.

“Damn, your moans are cute too,” He said with a smile on his face, “And the face you make when you’re about to cum.”

You felt it coming. You knew it was coming. The closer it was the more your head started to loll backwards.

“I’m about to–”

“I know, baby,” he cut you off and sped up the circular motions his fingers were making on your sensitive bud, “You can cum. Go ahead, be a good girl, and cum for me.”

And just like that, you became undone against his ringed fingers and breathing heavily. Elliot licked his fingers clean and then pulled you off the counter and engulfed you in a tongue-filled kiss.

“I don’t even know your name,” he said when you broke the kiss.

“You don’t have to.”

#i love him #you got me fucked up #this was too good

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