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ccalhoun · 6 months

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carlisle cullen x gn! reader n.sfw abc's! warnings: gender neutral reader, human reader, sub/bottom reader, dom/top carlisle, smut/nsfw, vampires/blood mentions, small parts of twilight lore, various kinks im too tired to write out wc: 1.5k cut for length!

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

extremely caring, always. he is a doctor after all! he'll bring you water and a snack if you need it, and he'll insist on carrying you to the bathroom afterwards even if you can walk fine, he'll make sure you pee to decrease risks of uti's and run a shower (or bath, depending on how hard he went ;))

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

his favorite body part of his would most likely be his hands, he adores the way you squirm and whine when he fingers you, or the way you instantly listen to whatever's he's saying when he grabs your chin, how could he not love his hands when they made you so happy?

his favorite body part of yours is your neck, he feels guilty over it but every time he's close to you, head buried in your neck and shoulder as he's fucking you, all he can think about is how sweet your blood smells and how close he is to it. how easy it would be to just bite you and taste the red liquid that was no doubt the sweetest thing he would've ever tasted in his hundreds of years.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

i think carlisle would be fine with cumming anywhere, he would never want to make you upset or uncomfortable so if you set a boundary he'll do nothing but respect it. but he 110% prefers cumming in you. it just feels more intimate, and he wants to be as close to you as he can possibly get

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he wants to feed from you, he would never tell you this or even think of it while around you! however, when it's been awhile since the last hunt and he's feeling needy the only thing that can seem to fill his brain is his lovely little mate sleeping soundly in the bed he bought and put in his room just for you. and the part that makes him feel even more guilty? it makes him insanely hard to think about how hard you'd cry if he were to feed from you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

he is VERY experienced. he has been alive since before your great grandma was even a thought. he's had more than his fair share of pleasing both men and women, he knows many techniques and him being a doctor he knows every part of your body better than you do! combined with him carefully studying your reactions while he pleases you? he could have you cumming in seconds if the circumstances were right.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

he loves any position that you love, he's probably tried just about every position and could recommend a few that he knows would increase your pleasure or make you more comfortable.

his preference definitely depends on how he's feeling, if he wants to be closer to you or is just feeling affectionate he'll either go with spooning or missionary. if he wants to be a little bit more rough, he'll definitely do face down ass up as he likes the control it gives him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

carlisle would lean towards a bit silly in the moment especially if you have anxiety or are just nervous. he wouldnt want you to feel intimidated or scared! if you ask him, he would be completely serious but he's carlisle for gods sake, nothing can prevent his adorable smile from shining through.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

very well groomed, most likely wouldnt be clean shaven as vampires cant grow hair and i cant imagine a doctor being ok with no pubic hair even if he doesnt have to worry about getting diseases.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he's very intimate and caring, he would lay out rose petals and light candles if you were comfortable with it. at LEAST once a month he'll make you let him pamper you, cook you a nice hot meal, run you a bubble bath, and listen to your every demand. no matter the time or place, he will always be as romantic as he can be when it comes to you!

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he doesn't like jacking off, he wouldn't unless you asked him for whatever reason. he has extreme patience from living for nearly 400 years, he will always wait until the next time he can meet with you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

doctor/sir kink, breeding kink, possessive kink? it makes him embarrassingly horny to think of you belonging to him, not much of a kink but he always wants to hold your hand when he cums

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

anywhere, as long as its with you. but, if he had to choose, probably your bed since it's where you seem the most comfortable and he always wants to pamper you!

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

just you, smelling the scent of your blood when you get closer, your voice, your eyes, your smile, anything could get him going as long as its you. if you want him to get into bed asap, just say anything about you being his and he'll take you away before you even know he picked you up

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

hurt you. he could never forgive himself, even if you asked for him to be rough he would never do anything to cause you any pain. his heart drops when you get a papercut, he didn't even want to think about what he would do if he was the cause of your pain.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

definitely prefers giving, he'd never say no if you offered to suck him off, but before sex he has to eat you out until you cum at least once, preferably twice if you'll let him.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

he finds the perfect pace for you, listening to your heartbeat and picking up on every hitch of your breath, staring at your face intently to see any slight changes to indicate what feels good. if you ask him to go faster or slower of course he'll listen, he'll do anything you ask

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

he hates quickies, he wants to take his time making you feel good. if you're not somewhere where he can take his time but you want to have sex, he'll just pick you up and run you home.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he knows more than anyone that some experimentation is healthy! he'll try anything you want at least once, and because of his heightened senses he doesn't have to worry about getting caught!

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

he can go as long as he wants, because he's a vampire he doesn't need any time to recover after an orgasm and he has a seemingly endless supply of energy.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he'd be willing to use toys, he doesn't have much experience of his own with toys but if you told him what you want to try he'd buy it for you, money is no issue for him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he LOVES teasing you, he can't help it. seeing you whining and desperate for him, and if he can get you begging? he'd become even more infatuated with you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

naturally, he isn't very loud, mostly small grunts and groans. if you confessed that you like hearing him, he'd be willing to let go more and let more sounds slip out. but he does love your noises and he'd be lying if he said he didn't control his volume to be able to hear more of you.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

loves making out with you, it feels so intimate to him. just holding you and kissing you for as long as either of you want. of course, he'll give you time to breath where he'll kiss your neck and let your breathing stabilize before kissing you again.

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

big, very big. as a human he was more of a grower, but as a vampire it's at his full human length plus an inch at all times. so about 7 inches, and GIRTHY.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

very high, higher than any human. he could go for days if he really wanted to.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

obviously can't sleep, but he loves watching you sleep after. he's fine with letting you sleep while he cleans up everything. you look so at peace when you sleep, he could stare at you for hours, and he does. ≻ ┄┄ ♡ ┄┄ ≺

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sugarplumsandmoonpies · 1 year

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‘Walking Art’

Carlisle Cullen x female reader

Word count: 3.5k

Summary: Carlisle is mesmerised by your tattoos, so you decide to surprise him with another one, dedicated to him.

A/N: okay so this is my first fanfiction in, like, oh god don’t even make me think about it. Well, it’s the first one I’ve written that surpasses Wattpad level, anyway. We’ve all gotta start somewhere! My writing is so rusty I’ve got Salad Fingers licking the screen. There’s a gap in the market for Carlisle fanfics and I’m here to fill it <3 and what I mean by that is I’ve read EVERY one and yet I need more????

Divider by the wonderful and very talented: @firefly-graphics x

Despite committing everything about you to memory, Carlisle is still fascinated by your tattoos. He isn’t used to them - although tattoos have been around for over five-and-a-half thousand years, he existed when tattoos were few and far between, and seen as a way to brand criminals; not as a legitimate art form and method of self-expression. He always finds a new one on you somewhere; just when he thought he found all of them.

The fascination stems from a lot of things, really. As a vampire his skin simply regenerates, and since tattoos are essentially considered wounds, the ink is rejected and the skin heals. There is something to be admired about tattooing - working on a living, breathing canvas with a multitude of textures and skin types, all the while managing to capture soft, intricate details and clean lines. Your tattoos are a thing of beauty, and he is amazed to see the pain you have endured for them. Many times he has stared at them, running his strong hands across them, delicately tracing them with his fingers. He loved how your tattoos capture exactly who you are and your interests. You’re a walking picture book. You’re a walking piece of art that he cannot take his eyes off of.

He constantly asks you questions about each one; when you got it, what attracted you to that design, when you decided you wanted to get it, among many others - and you loved it. His interest in them warmed your heart, as your tattoos were really important to you (yes, even the less serious ones). Sure, some didn’t really have a meaning - but they don’t have to. And each time he asked, whether it was the first time or the thousandth, you answered them for him, never getting tired of explaining each one to him. You could talk about them for hours, and he would listen with bated breath each time.

For a while, you had thrown around the idea of getting his name tattooed on you. It wasn’t a big deal for you - you already had a growing collection anyway, what was one more? And you knew he was the one for you; he told you himself. You had always been a romantic and subscribed to the idea of soulmates, so when he explained that you were his, you couldn’t believe it. Not only were soulmates a real thing, but to know he was yours and you were destined to be together? Nothing could ever top that feeling. The constant reassurance that you two were made for each other provided security that nothing else could come close to. So having his name permanently etched into your skin wasn’t that much of a gamble for you.

Normally, you would share your ideas with Carlisle, letting him know what you wanted to get and asking for his opinion on certain designs and placements. He always supported whatever you wanted to get, as it was your body and your choice. He knew that your tattoos represented your interests and individuality, so he would love whatever you got, no matter what. But this time? You wanted it to be a surprise.

Unfortunately for you, you were so giddy at the thought; you couldn’t keep it to yourself. The question was: who to tell? Edward could read minds, so he possibly already knew, but you doubt he’d be able to offer much. You felt like you needed another female perspective; ruling Emmett and Jasper out immediately.

That left you with Alice and Rosalie.

Although Rosalie was not thrilled by your presence at first, she grew fonder of you as time went on. No more coldness, no more ostracising, no more ‘mean girl’ attitude. And you know what? It felt great proving her wrong. But you didn’t hold it against her - think about it: how would you feel if someone brought a human into your inner circle? If it goes south, you have to relocate and restart in another place, unable to return for a generation.

Your relationship with Alice, on the other hand, has been nothing but smooth sailing; she gave you a warm welcome and became a trusted confidant soon after. She had this weird way of breaking your walls down straight away, and you were thankful there was someone who was fighting for you when you weren’t there, alongside Carlisle. Ultimately, although it could prove to be a relationship strengthener with Rosalie, you decided to confide in Alice. After all, she could see the future. Every time you came back with another addition to your body, she always said it was the exact tattoo she saw in her vision. But despite knowing, she always acted surprised and shared in your excitement. Plus, you didn’t want her finding it out on her own and accidentally letting it slip to anyone, especially Carlisle. This was some super, top-secret surprise shit.

You waited for the best time to approach Alice with the idea since you didn’t want anyone else to know… kinda hard since you were in a house completely occupied by vampires with super special powers. It took a few days, but you finally came across her in the kitchen on one of those rare moments when everyone was off doing their own thing, finally separated. She was leaning against the counter, hands pressed against either side of the sink, looking outside at the woodlands surrounding the house. You stood next to her, getting lost in the view yourself - until you were brought back to reality.

“So”, Alice began, “something on your mind?”. You could hear the smirk.

You kept your gaze straight for a few moments, before giving her the side eye.

“Who said I had anything on my mind, hm?” you questioned, stifling the smile that was beginning to show.

Alice turned to look at you, eyes locked on your frame. Her face was unreadable; you genuinely began to worry. But it didn’t last for long. Before you knew it, she began giggling, and soon her smile was uncontainable. She was beaming.

“I like it when you tell me things, even if you know that I already know… y’know?” She said, playfully pushing her index finger against your shoulder. You had been made, but you already knew that from the start.

“Well…” you began, shifting your weight from one foot to the other, all of a sudden finding your hands super interesting. You started to pick at your nails when Alice suddenly spurted out “tell me, tell me, for the love of god just tell me already!” You laughed at her, finding her excitement endearing and palpable.

“Okay, so basically I’ve been thinking about getting another tattoo…” you paused, “...on me”, you took a deep breath before finishing, “for Carlisle”.

There was silence for a few seconds until you finally looked at her to see her smiling the widest, toothiest grin at you that you’ve ever seen - seriously, it looked like it pained her to do it. She began jumping from one foot to another, lightly clapping her hands together.

“Where and when?!” is all she asked, oozing with joy.

You giggled at her, quickly grabbing her hands to stop the clapping before someone came in to check what was going on.

“I’ve wanted to do this for a while - we’re soulmates and I want a permanent display for him on me”, you smiled at the thought of him, your heart warming and stomach filling with butterflies, “one more permanent than a wedding ring could be; I could easily take that shit off.”

Alice was getting giddier by the second, unable to contain her happiness for you. “That’s an amazing idea - I know he’s just going to love it! Have you found someone to do it for you? Is it gonna be your handwriting or? I need to know, y/n!” she shot at you.

You took a deep breath and gave her a knowing glance “of course I’ve found someone!” you laughed, continuing “it’s called one of the few tattoo artists nearby. About an hour-and-a-half out”, you sighed at the thought of the long drive there and back, “but those are the things we do for love, so”, you said while shooting her a quick thumbs up. “But I’m actually really happy I don’t have to wait that long for it, I’m already bursting with excitement as it is.” You danced your shoulders in a sign of happiness, your smile reflecting Alice’s.

You carried on, explaining “as for how it’s gonna look? Carlisle sent me a bouquet of flowers when we first started seeing each other - mmhm, they were gorgeous. And it had one of those… y’know... little cards attached to it? Well, he wrote me a cute ‘lil message on it and signed his name at the bottom. I kept the card for sheer sentimental value - I keep it in my wallet.”

You chuckled at the memory, before turning away to look outside once again, “I’m a romantic, sue me.”

Alice squealed with delight, finishing your own story for you “so you’re going to use his handwriting?! Shut up, that is the cutest thing I have ever heard in my life!” She took your warm hands in her cool, yet refreshing, ones and shook them from side to side.

“Oh, y/n. This is the most wonderful, romantic thing anyone could ever do, especially for him”, Alice sighed wistfully. “And it’s quintessentially you.”

You both stayed there, basking in the joy of the situation and happy that you had someone to tell, finally. Alice let go of you, bringing you into a familiar and welcomed embrace. You two rocked back and forth together before she whispered in your ear “I just know he’s going to love this. I’m so glad you thought of this, it’s a beautiful thing to do”.

You hugged Alice tighter, a silent ‘thank you’ for her sweet words of encouragement and support.

The day was finally upon you. You spent the whole night tossing and turning, unable to shut your mind off - unable to stop thinking about what you’d be doing the next day. Eventually, you managed to drift off, waking with a few hours of sleep under your belt and dark bags under your eyes. But the day was finally here, and that’s all you cared about.

You had told Carlisle you were going to go out and do a couple of errands; a nice cover for your actual plans. He gave you a loving kiss as you opened the door to leave, whispering a sweet “I’ll see you later, my love” into your hair. How does he always manage to give you butterflies no matter what he does? You felt his eyes on you while you walked down to your car - oh how you just wanted to spill the beans to him and bring him along with you to watch you get it done.

As you entered your car and started the engine, you gave him a quick wave goodbye before pulling out and beginning your journey. Looking back in the rear-view mirror, you spotted him still standing there waving you off. You lowered your window, waving back to him enthusiastically until you could no longer see him.

Rolling the window back up, you turned the radio up, hoping to hype yourself up with some stellar tunes. Honestly? You were really nervous. A good kind of nervous though - the one that borders on unbridled excitement. He’s the most important person in your life and you’re inscribing his name on your body permanently; it’d be worse if you didn’t feel anything.

It was dusk when you arrived back at the house. Exiting the car, you made your way up to the front door. You pushed the handle down and entered quietly, shutting it behind you. Taking your shoes off, you padded into the house and through the kitchen, where Alice and Jasper sat. Giving you a knowing look, you pointed to your covered wrist and smiled a big goofy grin at them. In return, Alice punched her fist in the air while Jasper shot you a thumbs-up with a big smile. You made your way past them and up the stairs, taking a quick detour to the bathroom.

You rolled your sweatshirt sleeve up to see your new favourite tattoo. On the outside of your wrist, under layers of clingfilm, was his name. The reality of it hadn’t quite set in, but it would soon. You carefully peeled off the medical tape and clingfilm, disposing it in the waste basket. Turning the tap on, you positioned your wrist underneath it, carefully rinsing off any excess ink before softly patting it dry.

You took a deep breath and looked in the mirror. Suddenly, you were very aware of the dull ache radiating from the tattoo. What you had done finally sunk in.

‘Holy shit’. Your mind soon became assaulted with second thoughts. ‘What if he doesn’t like this? He says he loves my tattoos, but surely he has to since he loves me? What if he just doesn’t understand why I did this; will he think I’m stupid? This is a totally different ballgame - this is his name we’re talking about, for Christ’s sake! A bold, clear display of our relationship. There is absolutely no subtlety here!’ You were spiralling over thoughts that weren’t true but it was hard to be rational in a moment like this.

You quickly shook your head, almost as if you were trying to physically remove the thoughts from your mind. You focused on your feelings for him, and how you knew him well enough to know he would love the gesture; you felt peace. You felt reassurance. With your regained confidence, you exited the bathroom and made your way across the landing, walking up to the door to his study.

You lightly knocked against the wood, your excitement rising by the second.

“Come in”, you heard his smooth voice say from the other side of the door.

Carefully opening the door, you slinked into the room, inconspicuously blocking your arm from his direct eye line. His study smelled like him; leather, pine and a little hint of citrus. It was so refreshing, so intoxicating; so Carlisle. You looked around the room. It was always so cozy in his office, thanks to the warm amber light the lamps gave off, and the little personal knick-knacks dotted around, showing a lifetime of experiences and interests. Bookcases packed full of various books and novels stood against the dark walls. Ornaments and photographs of his family were proudly displayed throughout the rest of the room. Across the room, Carlisle was settled in his plush chair looking over various files on his desk, the light from his laptop illuminating his face further. He lifted his head up, finally tearing himself away from his work. His eyes shined when he recognised it was you. Your whole body was immediately filled with warmth as he met your gaze.

“So, my love”, lord how you loved that name, “how was your time out in town?” he asked, standing up to properly greet you with a well-needed hug. But before he could get any further than the edge of his desk, you reached your hand out, signalling him to stop where he was.

“I... actually wanted to talk to you about that.”

Carlisle raised his eyebrow ever so slightly. “Oh?” he said, sitting back down in his chair.

You immediately realised that sounded a little more daunting than you meant it to, backtracking to try and reassure him that it was something positive.

“Oh, oh no it’s nothing like that! It’s just, um” you paused; god why was this suddenly so hard to spit out? “Um… uh, well you see… erm…”

The more you stuttered and fumbled with your words, the worse it got. You needed to take a deep breath before attempting to carry on. Carlisle, meanwhile, was staring at you in confusion and slight adoration. You were clearly nervous about what you were going to say, and it made him even more curious about what it could be.

‘Deep breath in and out, this is exciting news.’

You brought your eyes back to Carlisle. ‘It’ll be fine.’

“I went and got another tattoo” you managed to admit, finally.

Carlisle’s face lit up as he sent you his trademark swoon-worthy smile.

“Do I get to guess what it is and where you got it? It’s my favourite part” he chuckled at you, clearly excited to hear of your new addition.

You loved how, no matter what, he was always excited for you when you did something for yourself. You always felt supported when it came to Carlisle and you really treasured that feeling.

“One guess this time”, you giggled “last time you wouldn’t stop until you got it.”

“You say that as if I didn’t guess it!” he pointed at you.

“Carlisle, we were there for half an hour and you needed hints! Never again - one guess!” you laughed at the memory, as well as his smug little face.

He leaned back in his chair, his index finger resting against his bottom lip. He looked away from you for a brief moment while thinking, before his eyes shot back to yours. “Flower chain, around your knee” he confidently said.

‘That’s actually a really good idea, I need to note that down somewhere’

“Brilliant idea, but unfortunately not” you giggled lightly, “I think… it’s best if I just show you”.

You made your way over to his desk, walking around to meet him at his chair. He turned to face you, your legs brushing against his bent knees. You leaned down slightly before bringing your arm to the front of your body, angling it so he could clearly read the word ‘Carlisle’ delicately etched in your wrist, in his beautiful handwriting.

Carlisle let out a soft, audible gasp. He took your arm, bringing it closer to his face, having to actively resist the urge to trace it the way he did with your other tattoos. He just stared at it. Disbelief, love and pride clearly written all over his face. If he could cry, he’d be doing it now.

Finally, you spoke. “Well… how do you feel?”

Carlisle wordlessly stood up. He towered over you, looking so deeply into your eyes, you’re pretty sure he was looking at your soul. He took a moment, closing his eyes and basking in the moment, before opening them and meeting yours once more. He raised his hands and rested them against your cheeks, cradling you. You leant into his touch, savouring it like it was the last time.

“You did this… for me?” his voice was filled with adoration.

You beamed up at him, proudly answering “Yeah, I wanted part of you with me forever” you lightly giggled at yourself “and what better way to have that, than with your name on me?”

The way he looked at you nearly made you melt on the spot. You felt all warm and fuzzy at the sight of him like this. He was searching for the right thing to say, to convey how he felt at this gesture of pure love, but was unable to find the words. Instead, he wrapped his arms around you, lifting you up. You squealed as you were lifted from the floor, wrapping your legs around his waist for extra support. He repositioned his left hand to hold your thigh as he nuzzled his head into your neck, breathing you in.

“Thank you, thank you” he repeated into your skin. You basked in the moment, appreciating every second before Carlisle carried on.

“I can’t tell you how much this means to me. If I could do it too, I’d have it done in a heartbeat,” he told you.

Your heart filled with love and joy, words couldn’t describe how much you appreciated what he said. To know he would’ve reciprocated meant the world to you.

Carlisle patted your thigh twice, signalling that he was going to set you back down. Begrudgingly, you unwrapped your legs from his waist, feet lightly hitting the hardwood floor. Once again, he was looking down at you.

He lifted his hand up, holding your jaw between his index and thumb, lightly stroking your cheek. You felt your cheeks heat up, unsurprisingly. Laughing warmly at you, he leant down, placing his lips on yours.

‘His lips are always so soft’ you thought, allowing yourself to get lost in the kiss, unconsciously deepening it. Carlisle stood flush against you, your chest pressed against his own. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you so tightly and securely. He always managed to make you feel safe.

He felt like home.

You both slowly broke away from the kiss, humming in satisfaction. “So it’s safe to say you love me having your name on my wrist for all to see?” you smirked at him.

He pulled you back in for another sweet embrace, his hands slowly caressing your back, saying “of course I do. Now everyone knows you’re mine.”

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thebiggerbear · 4 months

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Carlisle Cullen Masterlist

(one shot and 2 prompt responses coming soon)

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xetswan · 4 months

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IMAGINES- Jasper x reader

My Star

(This was requested months ago and I’m so sorry I’m just now putting this out 😭)

Twilight Masterlist

In which Jasper lost his “Star” before turning into a vampire and years later spots her with his new vegetarian family.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Carlisle asked Jasper whose eyes were widened already trying to control his thirst around all the humans.

He nodded his head.

Edward and Emmett stood on either side of him.

“If it gets too much let one of us know.” Alice stood in front of Jasper with a sweet smile on her face.

The family thought Alice and Jasper would end up together due to how much he trusted her but Alice knew she wasn’t the one for him.

He mourned for his lover before them.

Before turning.

She knew that was the only woman for him.

And he was glad she understand, not having to speak on it. The pain was too much for him to bare so he kept silent about it.

“Yes, ma’am.” He smiles down at the girl, his hands laid behind him, clasped together.

“Alright, you got this.” She nods at him, getting out of their way and the three men enter together. The rest of the family behind them.

As they entered the loud building the energy switched.

Jasper focused on the music that played, watching the girls that kicked their feet and played with the bottoms of their dresses as they danced.

The men that encourage them, cheering them on.

He scanned the room, observing.

“I want to dance.” Rosalie stated behind them.

“Let’s dance then baby!” Emmett boomed.

Edward furrowed his brows trying to remind them of why they were here.

Alice placed a hand on his shoulder. “Let them have fun.” She nods her head to assure him.

Edward makes eye contact with Carlisle who also allows it, taking Esme’s hand and taking her to dance.

He scoffs, staying sternly next to Jasper.

Jasper still scanned the room, not paying attention to his new family. Alice joined Jasper’s other side and took his hand.

“Want to try to dance too?” She had a lot of hope and confidence in him.

Something he could say the same for.

The blood burning his nose as he tried his hardest to hold it in.

“I don’t know, honestly.” He answers her, his nose flaring but he tries to hold it in.

“You got this, trust me.” She pulls him onto the dance floor as well.

Alice begins to twist her hips, following the rhythm of the music.

“C’mon!” She encourages, now kicking her feet and moving his arms for him.

“I don’t know how to dance.” He begins to smile.

“Just follow my lead.” She gets more into and he finally follows suit, the burning in his nose still there but she distracts him from it.

Edward still stood there, solemnly.

Watching Jasper’s every move, making sure he doesn’t get caught up and switch like a light.

As Jasper dances, he glances around again.

A shine of a light flashes on a man and he stares at the guy for a little bit before moving alone onto the next thing.

This time his eyes spot a lady.

A lady who looks oddly familiar.

Her hair bouncing as she dances and laughs.

Time freezes for him. Alice notices his change in posture. His moves slow down.

“Jasper?” She turns to see what he’s looking at. Edward comes up to them, pulling them off the dance floor.

“What happened?” Edward aggressively questions.

“I- I don’t know.” Alice stammers, Jasper’s eyes don’t leave the girl he saw.

“Jasper, what’s going on?” Edward grabs onto the mans shoulders.

“I see her.” Is all that leaves his lips.

“See who?” Alice asks, gently pushing Edward out of the way.

“My star.” He whispers, shoving past Alice and Edward, the girl left the dance floor and to the bar.

He stays feet away but watch her every movement just like Edward was doing to him.

But for him, he was trying to see if it’s true.

If it’s his star. As she got her drink, Edward grabs onto him once again.

“Jasper, you can’t do that.” Glaring at the man who doesn’t seem to be there. Not paying attention to his “brother.”

She’s on the move once again, a man beside her this time. She’s flirting with him and Jasper feels a pang in his chest.

She laugh and he hears it for a split second. That’s how he knew, it’s her.

It’s his star.

She grabs onto the man’s shirt that she’s flirting with and guides him outside into the back of the building. Jasper realizes he needs to get Edward off of his back.

He looks around trying to find something to do so. Alice watches Jasper’s movements and then she gets a vision.

Holding onto the wall once it’s over.

She grins and goes over to Edward.

“Eddie!” She laughs vibrantly, grabbing onto the boy and spinning him around. “Please dance with me!” She then spins herself with his hand. “Alice, now’s not the time.”

“When ever is there a time, Edward.” She pouts, then glances at Jasper and widens her eyes, telling him to go as she distracts the boy.

He mouths a “thank you” before rushing off. Following who he believes is his lover.

He exits the building, now being quiet.

He looks around for her. Not spotting her as the wind blows in the air. The moon shining down on him and the body of water ahead.

He takes a few steps out, he hears some noises of a man whimpering, gargling his own blood.

The blood smell fills Jasper’s nostrils.

He feels enticed by it, his body moving slowly towards the dying body feet away from him. It’s the man that she came out with.

It’s the same man from before.

And before he can get any closer his body flies to the ground with a thud. Someone pinning him down. “Who are you?” A voice questions, shoving him further into the ground.

The lady not getting a look at him.

He grunts, trying to fight her off. Slowly he stops fighting, trying to get a good look at her face.

“My star.” He huffs out, his hands laid next to him and her strength weakens on him. Pulling her hands back.

“Jasper?” Her voice breaks, this time he flips them over and pins her down. Not harshly.

She laughs loudly.

“My Jasper!” She squeals, not able to do anything but she kicks her feet to the ground as he stares down at her with a grin.

“[Name], I thought you were dead.” He tells her, observing every feature upon her face.

“I thought you were dead.” She lifts her head up to tell him. He lets her arms go but still straddles her waist, slightly hovering above her though.

“You’re one of them too?” He notices the blood that drips from her mouth.

“I was turned after you left, they invaded our home.” She informs him, leaning up on her elbows. He closes his eyes, shaking his head.

“I should’ve been with you.” He mentally beats himself up.

“Hey! Who’s back here?!” A voice shouts and the two scramble up. Jasper grabs her hand, yanking her away from the scene. They hide behind a vehicle as a sheriff flashes a light around the area they were just at.

He finds the body and gasps. [Name] giggles to herself, watching from the window of the car.

She looks down at Jasper with a smile, gripping his hand and she guides him to the lake in a fast movement.

“You eat humans?” He suddenly asks her. She furrows her brows. “What else would I eat, darling?” She bends down, cleaning the blood off of her face. Luckily none of it got onto her dress.

“Animals.” He responds in a quiet tone.

“Your family’s one of the vegetarians?” She sat on her knees but turned her body to his direction.

“Your’s isn’t?” He tilts his head.

“I don’t have one. I’ve been alone since they killed everyone in our village.” She hums, playing with the water.

“Everyone?” He repeats.

She then realizes how insensitive she sounds, that was his family too. “The Volturi, since everyone grew in havoc they deemed us dead. No hope for any of us to be civil enough to live out in the world.” She thinks back to her memories of when it all happened, the fire.

“I escaped without anyone realizing. I’ve been on the run for a while.” She stands up.

“Before the village was turned they told me you died. I had no reason of living. But then I was turned and I couldn’t even kill myself. It was tragic.” She places a hand on his cheek, rubbing it gently.

“Did you ever return home?” She goes to take her hand back but he grabs it, keeping it on his face. Cradling her hand.

“No, she told me you were dead and I couldn’t bare to see your name on a grave.” He spoke softly.

“She?” She furrows her brows.

“Maria. She turned me. Made me her personal soldier after she told me you were dead.” He closes his eyes trying to fight back the memory of him falling to his knees when he found out his star was dead.

“I’ll kill her.” Venom laces in [Name]’s voice but Jasper chuckles.

“She’s dead, my Star.” He shakes his head.

“Good, she’ll never experience my torture.” She half-jokes. Knowing there’s some truth to it.

“Never leave my side again.” He kisses her hand, pulling her into his arms.

“Never again.” She agrees, laying her head on his chest. It was cut off by yelling.

“Jasper!” His siblings were looking for him, he grabbed [Name], holding her close to him as the family found the man.

“Who is this?” Rosalie was the first to question. Esme held Carlisle’s hand. Alice clapped her hands.

“It’s her!” She grinned. Jasper gave the shorter girl an earnest smile.

“Her?” Rosalie gave a dirty look, still confused. “It’s [Name], his passed lover.” Carlisle announces.

Edward then lets it all hit him.

That’s why he was acting weird in the building. Relief also hits him when he doesn’t see blood all over him. Just a little on the girl next to him.

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Carlisle Cullen x Reader (3)

AN: This fic is a continuation of this one and this one. There are no warnings for this installment.

It didn’t take your children long to divide themselves into teams after they heard that you would be playing baseball instead of refereeing like you usually did. Carlisle stole a quick kiss as you accepted the baseball bat that he offered you.

“I choose dad. Sorry mom,” Rosalie called to you.

“I choose mom. Sorry babe!” Emmett fired back.

Your gaze fell on Edward who was whispering in Bella’s ear. You had an idea what your eldest son was saying.

“Edward! Get over here! You’re holding everyone up!” Rosalie complained.

“Yeah, Eddy! We don’t need mom to know that we cheat.”

“Too late,” you quipped.

Edward rolled his eyes in response and darted across the field to join Carlisle and Rosalie. Emmett was batting first and he hit the ball with a thunderous crash once Alice had thrown it. Edward took off into the forest while Emmett darted around the bases. He must have sensed Edward’s return because Emmett skidded to a stop on the third base at the same time that the ball smacked into the glove Alice wore.

Jasper was the next to bat. Alice pitched the ball to her mate and just as it had with Emmett, bat and ball collided with a tremendous bang. Jasper sped around the bases as Rosalie chased after the ball and he had just managed to make it to the second base when Rosalie hurled the ball back to Alice.

You stepped up to the plate and you saw Carlisle motioning to Edward and Rosalie to spread out – you fought a grin; your mate knew you too well.

“Bring us home mom!” Emmett cheered.

The clouds darkened from a light grey to a darker shade while you squared up. Your daughter launched the ball at you and with a heavy boom, the bat and ball connected. Tapping into your powers, you sprinted to first base, tapped your hand into Jasper’s as you passed second base and high fived Emmett as you approached third. Your children raced over to the home plate and crossed it; Bella announced that they were safe immediately after they had each stepped over the plate.

You had almost reached the home plate when you were tackled to the ground. A hand cupped the back of your head to prevent it from slamming onto the ground and you became aware of your mate’s body pressing into you as you heard the ball slamming into Alice’s glove.

“You’re out, darling,” Carlisle purred.

Tearing your gaze away from your mate’s golden, mischievous ones, you called out to Bella.

“Safe!” She yelled back.

You saw the question in Carlisle’s eyes before he noticed that your outstretched fingers were actually resting on the home plate. He chuckled and climbed off of you before offering a hand to help you to your feet.

Your children swarmed you within seconds and you received countless hugs and birthday wishes but the best hug by far that you received came from your mate.

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12 Days of Ficmas ✵BONUS✵

Request by @lillybearblog: I hope this is ok to ask for! Basically it's your first time with Carlisle! (Can be human or new vampire I don't mind!) It is your first time with everything even kissing, hickeys, org*sm etc. You are super nervous and Carlisle is the consent king. Hes super gentle and walks you through everything. Can add things like pinning against the wall 😉

Word Count: 3.5K

Story Description: (Y/N) has always worked tirelessly for the Heaven’s Care Foundation to provide orphaned children and at-risk youth with a safe place to be. But working in a nonprofit is hard, and trying to give hundreds of children a Christmas to remember even more. Unless an anonymous donor changes everything.

Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI) read the request for everything else that's on here

Pairing: Carlisle Cullen x Female!Reader

A/N: i decided to use this request as a way to tie in the second part for the 12DoF one-shot for Carlisle. I really hope I did the request justice. I'm still very new to smut and it can be a bit hard for me to write it. Hope y'all like it!

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When the gala was finally over, and everyone was gone, (Y/N) looked for Carlisle Cullen once more. They had spent the time she had free talking and getting to know one another. As tension built between them, all she could think was how the night would end if he did wait for her,

She was sure he would have gone home by now, bored after hours of a lot of bureaucratic performances she had to do for the people that helped fund the organization.

But as she finally exited the doors into the freezing winter of New York, there he stood in all his splendor. In the midst of the white snow, his body and clothes blended into the scenery. He was as picturesque as the city.

“You waited,” she smiled catching up to him. “Thought you’d be home by now. It’s freezing out here.”

“Some things are worth the wait,” Carlisle responded, a grin stretching on his face. “Now, I don’t mean to sound too forward, but would you like to come over to my place? It’s very cold and my apartment is close by.”

“That sounds like a wonderful idea.” (Y/N) tried her best to sound confident. But the reality was, she couldn’t help but let her fears get the best of her.

She was inexperienced in all matters of personal relations. When everyone around her was experimenting from high school all the way to college, she’d never done anything. Instead, she spent her time trying to finish her studies so she could get started on her dream – the foundation. Then when she started on it, she had no time for socializing outside of work.

So, her love life had been on the back burner her whole life. And now that a man had seemingly taken interest in her, she was not sure how to proceed. Thankfully, she was a quick study.

Before she could notice, Carlisle was parking the car in the car park of a luxury apartment complex. He guided them inside, hitting the last level in the elevator. Just who was this man? Doctors made money, but this amount of riches definitely did not come from the hospital.

“Welcome to my home,” Carlisle said as he opened the door to a beautiful apartment.

It was a modern build, with sleek line architecture, tall ceilings, and floor-to-ceiling windows that gave him one of the best views in New York. It was a glaring juxtaposition to where she lived and could not believe this was how some people lived.

“It’s beautiful,” she breathed out, taking in the scenery. “Can’t believe this place is real.”

Carlisle turned on music, which startled (Y/N) around, her dress whooshing with her movement. Her clothing stood out amongst the white and black styling of the place, making her seem out of place and the perfect focal point in the space.

“I believe we never got a chance to dance,” he smiled, taking her arm and twirling her toward his body.

She collided against his chest, having to look up to meet his eyes. Carlisle led the dance, having them sway to a song that (Y/N) could barely register, too entranced by the man before him. She had never felt this drawn to anyone. Taking her time to know people was normally how she went about things, but something about Carlisle told her to jump headfirst into it.

As they gazed into each other’s eyes, they started to lean in, closing the small gap that was still between them.

“Wait,” (Y/N) stopped abruptly.

“Is everything alright?” Carlisle worried. “I don’t want to overstep.”

“Yes.. no… maybe,” she stammered nervously. “It’s just this is my first, uh, time…”

“What?” he chuckled. “First time going home with someone on the first date.”

“First time for everything actually,” she grimaced slightly. “I never had time nor interest in having a love life and before I knew it so much time had passed that I never had the chance to do… well, anything.”

“Well, that’s no problem.” He gave her a smile that instantly made her weak in the knees. “We won’t do anything you don’t feel comfortable doing.”

“That’s the thing,” she grinned. “Something about you makes me want to do… everything. I’m done putting my life on the back burner and I would love nothing more than to push forward with you.”

As they shared another smile, Carlisle place both of his hands gingerly on the side of her face and finally bent down, pressing a kiss on her lips.

That’s when she saw fireworks.

She could feel herself growing warm already, the knot in her stomach tightening promptly. (Y/N) knew the feeling perfectly. Just because she hadn’t done anything with another person didn’t mean she hadn’t explored that side on her own.

The kiss grew hungrier, with Carlisle taking the lead. He was gentle as his hands roamed down her body and settled onto her waist pulling her warm body flush to his ice-cold one. It had been a few years since he had engaged in any type of physical relations, and though he wasn’t inexperienced, he was ravenous.

He hadn’t planned to meet anyone in his time in Ithaca, much less a human. But (Y/N) had barreled into his life by pure chance. Had she not bumped into him whilst his brain was focused elsewhere, there was a big chance they would never have crossed paths.

Oh, but how glad he was that they did.

“Are you sure you want this?” Carlisle breathed, breaking the kiss first. “I want to make sure you are absolutely certain this is what you want.”

“It is, Carlisle,” she responded. “I’ve never been this sure of anything before.”

“Then, if at any moment you want to stop, just say the word and we’ll stop.”

“Take me, Carlisle,” she mewled in his ear. “I’m all yours.”

The words surprised (Y/N) as they came out, but they ignited something inside Carlisle. He brought his mouth to hers once more, taking his time to devour her mouth. She was bringing the animal in him that lay dormant. And though he normally hungered for blood, this night he was going to feast in something more primal. He was going to show (Y/N) what she had been missing.

Their movements were fluid, almost choreographed. Their hands ran across their clothed bodies, learning every corner with their hands.

When Carlisle felt satisfied with her mouth, his lips traveled down. He kissed her cheek, down her jaw, and started work on her neck. He kissed and kissed until he found a spot that made her moan loudly. With a grin growing on his lips, he nipped at the spot siphoning new sounds from (Y/N)’s mouth.

She could feel herself growing warmer, wetter. Her hands gripped onto his hair, pulling on the blond locks of his hair. This let out a growl from Carlisle’s throat, making him bite softly on the areas he was enjoying — never enough to draw blood, just hard enough that it was a temptation.

“That’s gonna leave a mark in the morning,” she chuckled, slightly out of breath.

“That’s the idea,” he grinned mischievously. “I want everyone to know what will happen here tonight.”

“Then, what’re we waiting for? Let’s move this to the bedroom.”

Carlisle’s eyes darkened, lust glazing them over. They fumbled backward together, connected through their lips and their hands not working fast enough to get their clothes off their bodies. They stumbled through every step, (Y/N)’s dress getting tangled between their feet and they walked the long hallways trying to not spend even a second apart.

“This isn’t working,” Carlisle chuckled. “Come here.”

Swiftly, he snaked one hand under her legs and the other on the small of her back. A gleeful shriek escaped her as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He wanted nothing more than to speed them over to the bedroom and get her on his bed so he could ravish her body as if it was his last meal. But he would scare her before he could do so. That meant he had to walk as fast as he could, and that’s what he did.

Carlisle pushed opened his bedroom door with his foot, crossing them through the threshold. He set her down gently as (Y/N) pushed the door closed after. He pressed her front softly against the door, his lips connecting to her skin, and he slid the zipper of her dress down.

As his hand pulled the zipper agonizingly slowly, he kissed from her neck to her shoulders, to her exposed shoulder blades. Every piece of skin he could find he would kiss or nip, smiling as he noted some start their process of bruising. Every mark was a testament to what he had done, of what she had allowed him to do.

The red fabric pooled at her feet, exposing her bare back and the black lace underwear she had chosen to wear. Instinctively, she covered her breasts. A red hue fell over her entire body in embarrassment. But Carlisle took her arms in his, turning her around and placing another kiss on her lips.

“Don’t hide yourself, (Y/N),” he whispered into her ear. “I want to see you. I want to see all of you.”

He looked at her with admiration and hunger, so much hunger. His eyes studied the curve of her breasts, the dip of her hips, the length of her legs — she was a sight to behold. Every single part of her body was perfect to him. From the freckles to the blemishes to the scars.

He had seen perfection in vampires, marble-like skin that could hold no flaw. Still, there was something about human beauty that he found precious. Immortal beauty would never compare to the transitional beauty of human beings. It was transcendental.

“You’re gorgeous,” he said as he looked her over. “Perfect.”

“Well,” she grinned. “I wouldn’t want you to feel left out, so how about we start with you?”

(Y/N) went for his tie first, pulling it until it joined her dress on the floor. Then she unbuttoned his shirt, ever so slowly, teasing him slightly. But it was backfiring. As she worked to build his desire, hers grew as well, along with desperation. His clothes could not be off him fast enough for her. She wanted him, and she wanted him now.

Once she reached the last button, she pushed the shirt and the blazer off his shoulders to reveal his bare chest. (Y/N) ran her hands through his pecs and down his arms, feeling the smooth valley of his skin. Not only did he look like a perfect marble statue, he felt like one. Carlisle was as smooth, cold, and as hard as stone — enchanting and beautiful. It took everything in her to not continue to gawk at his body. His mouth on hers helped.

Carlisle guided them to the bed, laying her gently onto the massive piece of furniture. The duvet felt cold against (Y/N)’s skin – nowhere as cold as Carlisle – and her body erupted in goosebumps. But the coldness was quickly replaced by the warm knot forming in the pit of her stomach as the man slid her panties off her body.

Never breaking eye contact, Carlisle pulled the piece of fabric down her thighs, her knees, her calves, her ankles, and finally her feet. In the shining light of the full moon that seeped through the windows, he could see her wetness glistening. She was drenched and he could smell her arousal since they had gotten to the apartment. Now that he had her right in front of him, he needed to devour her.

“Let me know if this gets too much, (Y/N),” Carlisle said, sucking in a breath. “Remember, if at any point...”

“I promise I’ll let you know,” (Y/N) somehow managed to breathe out through her panting. “Just touch me please.”

Without a second thought, Carlisle’s tongue lapped her slit, running from her entrance and ending on the sensitive bud that lived at the top. This took (Y/N)’s breath out of her lungs. An overwhelming feeling of pleasure ransacked through her body, arching in tandem.

But that simple touch could not compare to when Carlisle started his ministrations on her clit. His tongue circled, his mouth sucked, and his throat vibrated. That was enough to have her nearing that so-awaited for peak that would have her clutching at the sheets. Yet, Carlisle introduced a finger into her wet entrance and that sent her onto another plane.

“Whatever you’re doing,” she moaned. “Don’t you dare stop.”

“I wasn’t planning on it.”

He responded pressed against her, his voice sending shock waves through her body. He was feasting, and like a good boy, he would devour his whole meal. It helped that it was so beautifully presented.

With a masterful tongue, Carlisle continued his attack on the needy mound as his fingers – two more already added for preparation – pistoned into her at an inhuman speed. But what had her moaning and writhing, was how he curled those fingers to press on her most sensitive spot from the inside.

She could feel the crescendo of her climax reaching its peak. Her walls clenched around Carlisle’s fingers, her body feeling fuller than it had ever been. There was only so much she could do with her own fingers. But this man somehow knew just how to coax out her orgasm better than she ever could. His mouth and his digits worked in perfect symphony until they had her yelling out his name.

(Y/N) was sure she was seeing stars. As her cunt wept in pleasure, her brain could barely process what had happened. Se believed she had been able to orgasm when she divulged in alone time, but it had never felt like this. Nothing (Y/N) had done to herself had her legs shaking or had her lungs devoid of oxygen. This experience was simply unparalleled.

As she recuperated from the assault, (Y/N) watched with newly growing warmth as Carlisle licked her arousal from his fingers, savoring it as if it was his last meal. It was just the thing to have her ready for the next round.

Carlisle towered above her, kissing her deeply. As his tongue explored her mouth, she explored her own taste on his tongue, making her wetness start pooling once more. Her hands traveled down his body, one of them landing on the button of his pants as the other palmed at his stone-hard bulge.

(Y/N) gawked as she finally freed his hard-on from his pants, astonished by the mere size of it. She was sure it would never fit – then again, how would she have ever known? But in her astonishment, (Y/N) found herself lowering her head, ready to at least make it fit in one entrance at a time.

Carlisle stopped her.

“Tonight is all about you,” he whispered. “We can delve into other things at a letter time. But right now, I need to be inside you.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” (Y/N) purred with newfound confidence. “My cunt is begging to be filled.”

The words surprised the woman as they rolled off her tongue. She had no idea where they were coming from or how she had the gall to say them. But it was how she was feeling and it was what her body was yearning for.

Carlisle’s smile contorted into a devilish grin as he lined himself with her entrance. He used the pool of her core to slather his shaft and pumped himself three times to get himself ready for her.

First, his head breached her, starting the stretch. It felt nothing like when he entered her with his fingers. And though it was just a tad painful, she was quickly growing to love the feeling. As his cock continued to slide into he, (Y/N) felt her breath leave her lungs. Once his hips hit hers, she felt completely full and stretched.

“Are you okay?” Carlisle asked seemingly out of breath as well. “Let me know when you feel comfortable for me to move.”

“Just give me a sec,” she exhaled deeply. Growing used to the feeling did not take long. The stinging pain shifted quickly into yearning pleasure. At first, it was too much, but now it was not enough. “You can move now, please. I need you to move.”

He was slow at first, moving his hips softly into her. But he knew he could not last long. From her scent to her tightness, Carlisle felt himself nearing his end. Though restraint was something he excelled at, something about (Y/N) made his inhibitions fall. It made him feel like a newborn once more – the lowest level of self-control.

As his pace turned faster, (Y/N)’s voice could only make out moans, groans, and pants. It was a feeling like no other, and it was a great one. The knot that had formed at the pit of her stomach tightened as he continued his calculated attack.

“I-I’m close,” she mumbled out.

“So am I, darling.”

He pummeled into her even faster now. His tip hit her g-spot with every single stroke. As he did, (Y/N)’s grip on Carlisle’s hips tightened, pushing him into her deeper and deeper. She was chasing her second orgasm of the night in what she found was her favorite way.

Until he used his thumb to stimulate her clit. (Y/N) yelled out at the attack. Her eyes closed and her back arched off the bed. He rolled the small bud over and over, his fingers somehow matching the speed of his hips.

It was only a couple of thrusts more before they were both screaming out each other’s names. (Y/N) felt Carlisle’s release mixed with hers, coating her walls with his seed. It was reckless, but it felt right at that moment.

Carlisle slipped out of her and climbed beside her on the bed, cradling her body close to his as she panted. He could tell she was exhausted. (Y/N) slumped against him, too tired to do anything else.

Her mind was hazy from everything they did, and although she wanted more, her body was overcome with exhaustion. (Y/N) thought she would have built up stamina, that she would be able to go all night and enjoy this man for as much as she could. But she had not anticipated how much energy she would drain by getting two leg-shaking orgasms one right after the other.

“So,” Carlisle said into her hair. (Y/N)’s head was laid on his chest, his hand drawing shapes on her bare back. “How was your first time?”

(Y/N) stared at him through her lashes, transfixed at how the moonlight hit his perfect features. “It was more than I could have ever imagined,” she said. “You’re more than I had ever imagined.”

“What do you mean?” he chuckled. “Do not tell me you had not planned to have your first time with a man you barely know.”

“Obviously I didn’t,” she laughed. “But I wouldn’t trade this for the world. I, uh, I hope this wasn’t a one-off. I would like to see you again… and many times after that.”

“I could never let you go now. Not after all that,” Carlisle smiled down at her. “I would certainly enjoy continuing this wonderful adventure. In fact, if you’re up for it, why don’t we go out for breakfast in the morning?”

“I would love nothing more.”

Carlisle met her in another soft kiss. This one wasn’t hungry or ravenously passionate. It was full of promise, full of future expectations. It was a kiss that told her he wanted to know everything about her, to someday bring her into his life – although explaining his supernatural situation could prove rather tricky.

For her, it was a kiss that solidified her Christmas miracle. She was meant to meet this man. She was meant to go home with him. She was meant to be here, on his bed, in his arms. Carlisle was the miracle she had always waited for.

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blueberrypancakesworld · 7 months

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I have a request, can you write about Carlisle and his werewolf wife who’s rowdy and loud and loves to play fight with him? She also has long back length dreadlocks that she loves when he tugs them to get her attention? If not feel free to delete!

Carlisle - Strong and Playful

warning : fluf, no use of Y/n

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Info : Ahhh I'm so excited my first Twilight request and for Carlisle I could not be happier (also the gif is just everything). I hope you like it and have fun reading dear anon. Everyone else have fun reading too...especially the Carlisle-Fans

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Carlisle Cullen one of the vammpire had a past of which he is not proud. But everyone had already heard of him the former friend and member of the Volturi for several hundred years until he turned away a way that vampires normally did not go.

A time in which humans, vampires and werewolves could not live together and it was especially not allowed. A vampire who traveled around for many years and in that time met hundreds and thousands of humans and vampires.

People who came and went they died, the vampires survived died only sometimes when the Volturi killed them. But over the hundreds he made many contacts. Built a kind of network and survived. Until a time at a time in the new century in which he found himself again.

The people knew how to help themselves with machines was the beginning of something big and Carlisle and the other vampires got the development of the people exactly.

Got with how another kind was also on the march. Their enemies the warm, living, the werewolves. But it was a time when he also met someone whom, according to the vampires' laws, he was not allowed to meet.

The night over the adjacent forest of the big city was bright and the moon lit his way. Since the night had fallen, the vampire had a savory smell around him. Smelled a mixture of the forest, the wind and the wood with a hint of game. It was something he had not smelled before.

What it was did not seem to be human, humans smelled different and yet the blond vampire was curious and went out of his house and into the forest. Did not use his fast speed did not want to scare whatever was in the forest.

After several minutes he arrived at the edge of the forest smelled again this smell and went further inside. Saw everything around me, heard the crackling of the undergrowth, the call of the owls and the animals.

But there was something else, something else coming towards him. It came closer to him and he could not see it. ,,Hello, is anyone here?" he asked into the forest, looked around and saw a shadow roaming in the forest.

Someone was here, but it could not be a human, a human was not so fast, because only a vampire could see it. Before a growl was heard and out of the thicket jumped out a rier wolf.

But it was too late, he could not dodge fast enough and went down. Fear flooded through him fear that the mouth of the beast closed around his head and killed him.

Instead, the beast licked him across the face and slowly got off him. ,,What? A werewolf...that won't kill a vampire?" he asked, sitting up slowly, not wanting to pose a threat to the beast. He still had the fear that something could happen.

But to his surprise the animal disappeared behind the dense trees only to emerge a few moments later in her human form. ,,Beautiful" escaped the vampire who looked at the woman in the moonlight.

Her form had changed to that of a human woman, the eyes in the unnatural color of the wolf and yet radiated a wildness. The almost cheeky smile on her lips and the black long dreadlocks that seemed to reach to her back. It was everything to him, seemed everything to him in his eternal life.

She was beautiful. So beautiful that he hardly noticed how his cold dead heart almost began to beat again. How he feeled almost embarressed how she watched him and how he could not look away. In her eyes the acceptance was found again. The acceptance that she had fallen for a vampire. That her beast had settled on a vampire. It was an unusual love that lasted and lasted for the time.

And together they entered this time, left the city and built a new house. In which they lived together, isolated from the world, having only each other.

As well as a handful of selected friends who consisted mainly of their old pack and Carlisle escape friends. It quickly became clear that she was the louder of the two, louder and more boorish than the vampire.

But for Carlisle, this was all a hearty change in his life, his life that had been so dark for so long. ,,I'm back, little bat! I hope you're ready!" she called through the house as she arrived again, a trip in her wolf form was refreshing.

Going further into the house she smelled that he was not there. At least until she noticed a small tug on her hair and heard a smirk.

He was there, hiding in the shadows and running around at his vampire speed, knowing that she would not meet him in her normal form. She felt the excitement of the fight. ,,So, playing?" she asked, looking around happily before running out of the house. She heard the breeze that passed her by and again the slight tug on her hair.

Before she got into her wolf form and finally saw the vampire properly and ran after him her jaws closed around the branches and trunks he threw at her and she just bit them.

She howled and jumped again and again from one ledge to another until she brought him to the ground, licked him again and howled when she heard his laughter and his ,,I give up" as she slowly walked away from him. Only to chase after him again the next moment as he continued to run and their fight dragged on.

A fight they liked to make until the sun was already setting in the sky again and they went laughing back to the house. They jumped over everywhere and ran in their human form laughing and screaming with joy.

While Carlisle drove again and again over her hair strands and gave her gentle kisses. ,,My loud she-wolf" he murmured and pulled her into an intimate embrace before she let her fingers wander over his torso and he put his against her hair.

A kiss was shared between them before the vampire took her in his arms with a jerk and they both went back to the house. A love for eternity, a strong love. A love between a werewolf and a vampire.

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mochikofi · 8 months

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Twilight headcannon that Carlisle tries to convert people into Christianity to hide the fact that hes a vampire.

Secret - Carlisle Cullen

A/n: i don't know things about this and i kind of forgot things about twilight but i tried, and Carlisle didn't meet Edward here yet.

You met Carlisle when you were taking a walk and admiring the forest. Then you saw something, or rather someone. He was like a diamond under the moonlight, it's like he's too beautiful to be true.

You were gonna walk away but suddenly the man was behind you. You were confused, how did he get to you that fast? But his beauty distracted you, it's like he was hypnotizing you without realizing it.

You were popped out of your dream word when you hear him calling out for you, asking if you were alright. His voice is so smooth.. how can a perfect person exist and be in this horrible place?

'yes' you say, you saw the man widen his eyes for a second and smiled softly. Why does it feel like you've met before? Why does it feel like you were connected?

You were no fool, you know it's not normal to have these feelings. You were debating if you're gonna ask the man if you've met but that seems creepy doesn't it? Well the only option is to ask what's his name.

'Carlisle Cullen' my, what a perfect name for someone like him. You introduced yourself of course, it's disrespectful to not introduce yourself when you asked his name.

You took one more look at him, eyeing his face and features. His fashion is different with the other people, it was like he was from another century. Thus, you bid your goodbyes and walked out of the forest. What a stange man.

You couldn't help but bisit the forest often, for you, are confused and interested because of what he made you feel. It didn't take you too long to find out he wasn't human, you thought he was rather obvious.

Carlisle was shocked, how could you find iut so quickly in little amount if time you've spent together? He was afraid that you were gonna tell the others, but no, you just waited for a explanation.

He was explaining it slowly so you can understand. 'i am no toddler, Carlisle.' He laughed a little, he forgot you were impatient. He explained normally now, surprised to the fact that you just raised your brow and did nothing.

It was like you encounter this in your everyday life. "I'm not gonna tell anyone about this, but be careful, there's people that are searching." He was thankful for that, but how can he tell you that he's your soulmate?

Thankfully you still continued your daily walk in the forest, acting that everything is normal despite him being a vampire and you being a human.

Not until the people started spreading rumors that one of them is a vampire, and that led the people into panic and started screaming. It made carlisle nervous, what if he can't see yiu anymore? He needs to do something about it.

You were gonna visit him in the forest, not until you see him in the village, dressed like a priest..? You were confused once again, what was his plan now?

But you became more confused why he wanted people to convert people into Christianity, you thought he doesn't care abiut it but oh, you were wrong. But still, you found it funny that he's willing to do that just to hide his identity.

He succeeded of course, but he had a reputation now. It was exhausting even tho he's a vampire. But still, walking around and having 5 people ask things was not easy.

His only peace was you. He wanted to touch you, smell you, hear you, see you, he was a man who couldn't live a day without you, despite being dead.

He knew you were smart, he knew you knew that the both of you were soulmates, for friends doesn't act like lovers.

He wanted to leave this place with you, but he doesn't know if you'll agree. He quickly fled to your house and asked you but all he see was you packing your things. "You're so slow sometimes, Cullen."

For that day, it was the best decision you've both made. Both of you became a couple, agreed to have you turned after 2-4 years, it was like a true love story indeed.

But still, he doesn't know how you can predict things, it was like you can see the future. You had so many secrets that even he, a vampire, can't figure them out.

You were unpredictable indeed.

navigation. - movies masterlist.

Again, I don't think this is one of my best works? Idk i just automatically made it into a semi oneshot- sorry but i hope you like it.

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bellacullenvamp · 6 months

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Red Moon, a Twilight saga au!

•Masterlist•

•Playlist•

The Cullens have a new family member. Y/n is only a 2-year-old newborn... Carlisle stopped her life at age 15, and she still doesn't know why.

Genre: au! | Angst

Rated: G (Clean for all ages)

Chapter Four. (Continuation)

Volterra is like a time machine. The stone castle transports you to an ancient time. When the folklore tales just started to tell our history.

The place smelled like humidity and richness. As we entered one of the castle gates, another vampire greeted us. As Jasper told me, her name was Jane, and she was a vampire to be feared. Jane Volturi was scouting two vampires. They looked Korean, and one of the vampires was a woman, maybe in her thirties. She had a beautiful, serious face, red lips, and black hair. The other was a male wad maybe around my age, with the same red lips and black hair. They seamed related, and I asked myself, how the girl and her brother had the same fatal end as me.

"Jane always gets the prettier ones," said Aurelius with a bored posture.

I looked down when Jane locked eyes with me. She frightened me more than Carmilla and Constantine. "Let's meet Aro. Heard Marcus was going to be there as well." Jane said while still looking at me. Jasper also told me Jane has a mortal hatred for the Cullens. Since she was not able to kill us a couple years ago.

All of us walked in a dark mysterious hallway. Blood could be smelled from a distant door, screaming in a long distance could be heard. The stone walls made it difficult for me to hear where it came from. We were sent to a room with velvet couches and historical art on the walls. If my hands could sweat they would now.

"What's your name?" The woman Jane scouted asked me.

"Y/n. Yours?" She sat near me. "I'm Naomi and this is my younger brother, Leo. Jane found us in Dublin, while we hunted. And you? Did you came here to join the clan as well? "

Leo had shy eyes, both of his and his sisters eyes were a deep red. I could imagine what they were hunting. "I have my own clan. But I decided to give the Volturi clan a chance," Honesty was not on the menu right now.

Naomi wasn't convinced. However she decided to stay quiet. They did not appear to be newborns, maybe they used to be lonely and needed help hiding from humanity.

We stayed there for three hours. When the midnight hour striked, Jane came along with her twin brother, Alec. I mentally gave thanks for Jasper and his class on the Volturi.

"Welcome to Volterra. All of you are blessed tonight, with the glorious chance of being a part of the clan." Alec said with a royal tone.

"The first test begins now." As soon as Alec finished his introduction, Jane began to torture us with her mind. Her power was incredibly strong, and painful. My insides felt being torn and ripped apart. The pain was to much to handle, then suddenly everything stopped.

"Good play Naomi!" Apparently Naomi had powers. A sixth sense, where she could feel when something went wrong. Actually, I haven't seen because of the pain, but I was the only one being tortured. Naomi felt what Jane was about to do and ran through the door with her brother.

"Maybe this little Cullen is useless, sister," Mocked Alec. Jane smiled and left the room along with a striking laughter.

The door was not locked, but three vampires were standing by it. "I apologize, "Y/n"," said Naomi, as she helped me stand up.

"No need for that. We are here. And we have our own reasons, " I sat on the red velvet couch. Anger filled me, all I wanted was to go home. Hours went by. No one appeared and the three of us were hungry. I was feeling like, a sad, hungry, locked lion inside a zoo.

Suddenly Constantine came in the room, he asked politely to Naomi and Leo to follow him. As he held the door for them, he winked at me.

The door was closed and I left was alone.

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loveinequinox · 2 years

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PART I

twilight fic:: edward x f!reader

[[Bella moved to Jacksonville, finally sick of Edwards antics and vanishing behaviour. It was hard for her, but necessary. You moved into Forks a few months later, the Cullens returning in search for Bella, find her gone. Depressed, frustrated and ultimately melancholic Edward wishes to be alone, but regressing to his more vampirish instincts, you become the victim of his misery.]]

tw: stalky man baby vampire

Forks. Rainy, gloomy, cloudy Forks. A constant overhanging grey shadow cast over the town, the slightest green tinge from the surrounding forests leaking its way into the mist. It was the atmosphere of a post apocalyptic block buster, or a depression pit. Yet this little gloom dump was your home, your heritage and claimed the majority of your memories. The town heralded the beginning of your family tree, with your great-great grandmother making her way to America from the Europes, alone and determined to live the American Dream, she set up camp in Forks. Working diligently as a house maid, waitress and eventually town council. Your family blended quite nicely into the operations of Forks. It made coming back to school here and seeing the run down buildings that little bit sweeter.

Easier even.

You had spent some time in Pennsylvania with your aunt and uncle, sure the weather wasn’t all that different, albeit sunnier but that wasn’t tough competition for Forks. Missing Lititz architecture and colour, Forks looked so drab in comparison. Still, this was home. These were your roots. You came home to take care of your grandfather after all, it was senior year, you’d survive these few months.

Unlocking the front door to the two story panelled house on the suburbs, you yell a ‘hello?’, pausing to listen for a response.

“There you are! Welcome, welcome. Oh, how I’ve missed you my dear.” Grandpa wraps speckled sagging arms around you. Arms that once chopped lumber and hunted big game.

Age was a slow and sad process.

“Hey Grandpa, I missed you too!” You hug him tight, his mind was still as in tune as it had always been. It was his body that was failing him, the arthritis gnawing at his bones and the parkinson’s forbidding any steady, sure movements.

“I was just heading to the store to grab some milk for coffee, I won’t be long Chicky.” Chicky. The adored nickname gifted to you by Grandma, long before her… passing.

“No Grandpa, don’t you move a muscle. I’m here to help for a reason.” Setting down your bags, you move back towards the door. “I won’t be a minute, turn the kettle on.” He looks as though he’d protest but instead smiles. Turning to complete the task assigned. You close the door behind you, skipping down the steps. Walking down the cracked pavement of the ancient house, you catch a glimpse of the police cruiser pulling up next door. Out comes Chief Charlie Swan. It’s been years since you’d seen that guy. He notices you walking by his home place, turning to greet you as is custom in small towns. His eyes narrow for a second before he wags a finger in recognition.

“Toms daughter, right?” Charlie locks the car with a beep before turning to face you.

“It is indeed sir. Good to see you again!”

“It’s been a while since you’ve been in town. You’ve grown Durrow, you remind me of-“ Durrow, your last name. He paused for a second, swallowing back rising emotions. “remind me of my daughter Bella. You remember her, right?”

“How could I not? Who else was going to help me on my adventures through the woods.” He gives a small smile. “How’s she been Chief? Haven’t seen her in centuries.”

“She moved to Phoenix with her mom a couple years ago, came back for a little while until her mom moved. She’s down in Jacksonville now.” His shoulders were tensed as an uneasy glance was thrown to the tree line.

“Well send her my best Chief.”

“John inside? Might pop in to say hello.”

“I’m sure he’d love the company, I have to run down to the shop for some milk.”

“I’ll go keep him entertained then.”

“Front door is open Chief!” Starting back down the broken pavement and pot hole road towards town. Chief Swan nods, looking at the ground, then grabbing a jacket from the cruiser and making his way to your home.

Was it always this bitter in Forks? Holy was it cold. Rounding the corner, the store front jutted above the street ahead. Cars bumbled by, some boy racers revving at the sight of a new girl in town. Such dogs.

Ahead a young woman with waist length umber hair stood on her phone. Why did that stance look so familiar? She turned slowly to you, head still in her phone as she began to walk towards you.

“Odile?” You half shouted at the young woman. Her head snapped up and a beaming smile met you.

“No. Way.” Her jaw now dropped, as she stood in shock staring at you. Your childhood bff, bestie forever, soulmate, platonic lover. Whatever you wished to name it, Odi and you had been inseparable till your move to Lititz. You tried to keep in contact, but in seperation people naturally grow apart and adapt to the others leaving. “Holy shit! You look so different!” Meeting in the middle, she ogles at your growth spurt and matured body.

“It’s been so long Odi, how’ve you been?” She meets your eyes again with a dazzling smile.

“Same old same old. Our old mischiefs sprinkled with maturity and easier access to alcohol and nicotine.”

“Sounds like you’ve been busy.”

“Hah! You could say that. Hey, do tell, what’re you doing back here?” She pulled the oversized hoodie around her tighter, the wind bringing a bitter chill with it as it nipped at her neck.

“Taking care of Papa, the arthritis is getting too much for him.”

“Awh poor ol’ John. You coming back to school?”

“I’m starting Tuesday.”

“Not too bad. I gotta run but let me grab your number first.” Quickly handing her your cell, she expertly punches your number in her phone. “We’ve got so much to catch up on. I’ll call you later alright? Great seeing you, girl.”

“Great seeing you too, Odi.” You smiled as she skipped off down the pavement, vanishing a few yards down around a corner towards the centre of town. Always the confident boss woman of your year, she was a force to be reckoned with even on her good days. Continuing the task at hand, you get to the store, making small talk with the clerk as you grabbed biscuits and milk.

You forgot how dark it got early in the evening during winter in Forks. The night already shrouded the town, coating it in shadows and highlighting its high points with a full moon. Thankful for the the layers on you, the cold didn’t bite too much, although your red fingers and numb nose would disagree.

As you passed Bella Swans childhood home you couldn’t help but wonder, where was she now? Last you had heard she had been messing around with a family that moved to Forks five years ago, that tad bit of gossip had come from Odi. You stopped and stared up at her bedroom window, a room where you had conjured up games upon games as kids. You wondered if that family had something to do with her leaving, from what Odi had said she was barely in classes and constantly getting hurt in some extreme ways. Depression etc. You felt sorry for her, remembering your time as kids when she was a care free little girl.

Her parents divorce must’ve affected her in more ways than one.

You’re passing the hedge between the two houses, lights illuminating the living room so you can see the shadows of Charlie and Grandpa. A smile comes to your face, crinkling the corners of your eyes. It was nice to be home. You couldn’t say you never missed Forks, this was home. It always would be.

Twigs snap in the forest and you snap your gaze to them, heart beat quickening. Sounds in the dark were not to be trusted, especially after what happened to grandma. You quicken your pace, walking across the front lawns instead of the pavement to grandpa’s house.

“Who are you?”

A small, velvet voice speaks from around the corner of the building, concealed in the nights shadows. You keep your head down, you remembered what you’d been taught. Don’t entertain them.

“I said, who are you.” The voice was commanding, dominating. The sultry, silky tone vanished, replaced with a rasping half shout. You ignore whoever it was, stepping up the steps to the house.

The door swings open, “You’re back! We were getting worried, it got dark.” Grandpa hollers your name to Charlie, followed by a “Shes back!” He turns down the hallway and into the kitchen, leaving you on the steps.

That voice says your name.

Then says it again.

They chuckle, shifting somewhere beside the house. You could feel their hard stare boring into your side. Gripping the milk and biscuits you move to hurry up the steps. “I’ll be seeing you.” Whoever it was turned and left. So silent yet you could feel the emptiness of their presence, the loss of that stare. You were shaking, heart thumping in your chest. Who the fuck was that?

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sugarplumsandmoonpies · 1 year

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‘Dedicated to You’

Carlisle Cullen x female reader

Word Count: 4.8k

Summary: Carlisle loves your voice, so you decide to make him a cover album of you covering famous songs. Unfortunately, during production, you begin to push him away, in order to keep it a surprise until the very end.

A/N: hi, hello, me again - I was so overwhelmed with the love for ‘Walking Art’, thank you to all those who read it and enjoyed it. Not only am I glad that there’s a substantial audience of Carlisle lovers out there, but I’m glad that y’all liked my work. I know sometimes it’s hard to get lost in some fanfics, as they can be specific - i.e., some people might not fw this because they’re not musically inclined, but over the years I’ve just been able to get lost in fics and roll with it. I guess what I’m saying is that I hope you can get lost in it too, because there are some beautiful fics out there like that.

At the very end, I’ve listed a bunch of songs that inspired me through this process or that I listened to after the conception of this idea, that really stuck with me. If you’d like to listen to these songs while you’re reading, here is a link to a Spotify playlist with all the songs on it: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4KFlxBk4OVy6Cmnv9Jgruz?si=f907d71cdfd54160 x

Dividers by the wonderful @firefly-graphics <3

You were, by no means, famous; it’s not like people were recognising you in the street - people who weren’t local to Forks, Washington anyway. In your mind, you were just someone who enjoyed singing, had a good voice and the financial means to buy studio time. You had a humble couple of hundred monthly listeners on Spotify, which was pretty good for some random person singing out of the tiny town. People around town obviously knew you, considering you were regularly on the musical circuit. Events, bars, weddings - you did ‘em all. And that’s where you first met each other.

Carlisle isn’t one to socialise beyond his means, it’s just easier that way. But in a town where everyone knows everyone, you end up looking a bit ‘weird’ when you never go out. A few of the doctors and staff from the hospital like to get together outside of work every couple of months, just as a nice way to spend time together. An invitation is always extended to Carlisle, but rarely does he attend these outings. When he does accept, it’s just to decrease suspicion. He gives people just enough to not be suspicious or curious about his life and family, while still managing to be a friendly and warm person. He’s a listener, anyway. The hospital staff are a tight-knit group, so there are sad faces whenever Carlisle says he can’t attend - imagine it when he tells them he can make it; it’s pandemonium. This time was the same.

“We’re meeting at Turner’s Bar. Everyone else is more-or-less here already” the text read; his signal to leave. Grabbing his coat, wallet and keys, he bid farewell to his adopted children and drove down to the centre of town. The further he drove in, the heavier the rainfall. The light patter soon became thunderous. He hoped this wasn’t an omen for the rest of the evening.

It was pretty lively for a Saturday night - more so than it usually is. Carlisle parked up, doing his best to fight against the rain and the brisk wind, and made his way through the door to the bar.

Turner’s Bar was one of the only two bars in town, so it needed to be appealing, and it showed. The large, long rectangular room with navy blue walls was illuminated with warm yellow light, coming from sconces that looked like tiny little lanterns. Black and white photographs of the town and maps of the original layout of Forks littered the wall in varying sizes in black frames. Matching floor-length navy drapes hid the frosted glass and downpour outside from the merry patrons. Tables were strategically positioned all throughout the room, taking advantage of every inch of available space, with built-in benches and tables of multiple shapes and sizes. The bar was at the back centre of the room. A wooden floor surrounded the vicinity of the dark wood bar and taps of pretentious IPAs and institutional beers were situated at either end. Three shelves were adorned with various different types of hard liquor and spirits. Hand-drawn chalkboards were hung on pillars by the bar, and around the entire room, listing the selection of drinks available. A cushy, spongy dark carpet was laid on the floor, supporting the many chairs patrons sat down on, and felt quite nice underfoot.

‘It’s pretty packed’, Carlisle thought to himself while weaving his way through the many people who stood and sat around near the bar, extending an ‘excuse me’ or ‘pardon’ whenever he had to pass through a blockade of people.

“Carlisle!” a yell from Mary, the resident oncologist, brought his attention to his colleagues packed into the corner “over here, we saved you a seat!”

Carlisle raised his hand and waved, making his way over to them, grabbing the final chair.

“It’s, uh, it’s kinda busy tonight? Like, it’s packed”, he said while sitting, gesturing to the whole bar.

“Yeah, that’ll be because there’s a performer in tonight - a singer”, Mary told him.

“Not just any singer!” Adam, the critical care nurse, leaned across the table “she’s Fork’s own little celebrity!” he practically yelled, trying to be heard over the other patrons.

Sure enough, Carlisle looked up to see a lit-up stage area around ten feet away from him. There was an empty stool, microphone stand, guitar and amp ready to go.

“I don’t think I’ll know her” Carlisle sheepishly admitted, “I prefer the oldies”.

Adam laughed, “and don’t we know it!”

Carlisle smiled back at Adam, seemingly excited about the thought of a ‘drink’ and a show.

All of a sudden, the bar became very quiet.

Mary leant in towards Carlisle “so how was your shif-”,

Before she could finish, Adam leant over, “shhhhhhhut up, shut up, she’s coming on!” he aggressively whispered while waving his hands, making the both of them chuckle at his excitement for the town’s little entertainment treasure.

And that’s when he saw you. A gift from the angels themselves. Wearing a white, flowing dress - completely inappropriate given the bleak Forks weather - with an assortment of fine jewellery littering your wrists and neck, you practically floated onto the stage. Cheers from the patrons erupted as you waved at everyone, taking a seat on the stool. Your dress wafted ever so delicately from the slight breeze in the room, adding to the ethereal aura that seemed to surround you. Your skin glistened underneath the small, but mighty stage light, eyes sparkling and teeth gleaming. You were truly a vision - and Carlisle was completely bewitched.

It was as if the whole room faded to black, leaving just the two of you. He couldn’t bear to remove his eyes from you, lest you magically disappear from his view, never to be seen again. He felt the urge to be near you at all times, to completely surround himself with you. He was truly enamoured by you - a feeling that would only grow.

You began to adjust the microphone stand, leaning closer towards the microphone.

“Hi everyone”, you beamed at the crowd “thank you for coming out!”

You looked out at the crowd, eyes briefly scanning the audience. You were in awe of the turnout and made it known.

“Shit~ this is a big crowd. Guess I have a reputation now, huh?” you joked, earning a laugh from them.

“Now how’s about we get this show on the road?” you questioned the audience, leaning to grab the guitar to your right. They cheered again in response as you put the strap around your shoulders.

“You guys should know the drill by now: a couple of my songs and a couple of hits for everyone in the room; a good excuse for a sing-a-long.”

Carlisle still hadn’t taken his eyes off you, he sat and counted his blessings for being able to be so close to you - he had a perfect, uninterrupted view. Your speaking voice was like velvet to him, god knows the hold you would have over him when you began to sing.

“Now this is a song”, you began wistfully, “of a boy who turned up into town one day, whisked me away and broke my heart”

The crowd let out a mix of “awws” and “boos” on behalf of said boy. You swear you heard someone shout “fuck him!” from the back corner of the room.

You giggled, and continued, raising your arm and extending your index finger, signalling them to stop, “but that’s alright, that’s alright! Gave me some good writin’ material and a song that’ll tug on your heartstrings.”

‘One... two... three...’ you counted yourself in.

Halfway through the set, that’s when you noticed him - how you didn’t see him until then, you have no idea - you really couldn’t miss him. Sat on a chair and surrounded by a group of people, there he was. His eyes never left you, and you felt like you were the only two people in the room. It’s as if you were singing directly to him. He looked so elegant, was dressed so suave and was absolutely gorgeous to boot. Despite the house lights being dimmed, you could see his eyes twinkle, almost like he recognised you were looking back at him. His eyes were a warm, rich, unforgettable colour you had never seen before on another person. His skin was akin to porcelain, so flawless and smooth. His slicked-back blonde hair only added to his elegance. He was a vision.

For the rest of the set you felt his eyes on you, and you loved it. Knowing someone as handsome as him couldn’t stop looking at you was a thrill. There was a newfound confidence to you - was it because of him?

Eventually, your time on stage was nearing its end. You remained seated on the stool, basking in the round of applause and chants of “ENCORE, ENCORE!”, catching his eye every now and then. You reached for the microphone, pulled it off the stand, and began speaking.

“So, I think it’s clear that you guys are the best crowd I’ve had yet!”

The crowd erupted with cheers and whistled for a good fifteen seconds - Carlisle being one of them. You laughed into the microphone before carrying on

“I hate to go, but I have to leave”. The crowd began to throw mock boos at you, which you loved. You continued, “but, but, but - you can find me at the bar, where you can grab a drink for yourself, and one for me!”

Once again, the audience swiftly changed their tune and sounded off a round of ‘whoop-whoop!’’s before you placed the microphone back on the stand and shouted “GOODNIGHT FORKS!” like you were some kinda rockstar.

You made your way off the ‘stage’, the rush from performing not leaving anytime soon. You were really proud of yourself - you did some amazing crowd work and you sang the best you had in a long time. Usually, something happens that manages to dampen your mood or feelings towards the set; whether that be a heckler, rowdy patrons disrupting your set with a fight of some description, or you hitting the wrong note. It’s easy to hyper-fixate on these things. But this time? No notes.

Carefully walking down the final step, you wave at a couple of friends and acquaintances you spotted during the show, making your way over to the bar. That was until you were accosted by someone.

“Hi, y/n? I just had to tell you I’m a massive fan and that set was just… it was just amazing, I really don’t know how you manage to sing like that! I, uh, listen to you on Spotify non-stop, I’m glad I managed to catch a live show!” the man blurted out.

You smiled and chucked slightly “Oh, I’m glad you enjoyed it! Thank you for the kind words…” you trailed off, hoping to find out his name.

He looked at you expectantly, before finally realising what you wanted from him. “O-o-oh, oh, OH, my name is Adam!” he laughed at himself.

“Well, I’m glad you enjoyed it, Adam. Knowing people like my work is really important to me, so thank you for taking the time to catch me” you beamed at him, genuinely thankful for his generous words. You looked past his shoulder to see the table he came from. He was on that table and looking directly at you again. Now was the time. You needed to speak to him while you had the courage to.

“So, Adam” you started “you look like you have a good group o’ friends over there”, you looked at him before pointing to the table behind him.

Wordlessly, he took your arm and marched you over to the group.

“GUYS” he yelled “this is the one and only, y/n”, releasing his grip from you, you approached each person one by one, giving a quick side hug and peck on the cheek, exchanging a warm “lovely to meet you, thank you so much for coming”.

Then you got to him. He towered over you, looking at you with sheer adoration and infatuation. It was almost as if time slowed down when you stood in his vicinity. He smelled of sandalwood and vanilla, making him all the more intoxicating. His eyes were even more magnificent up close. You decided to stop ogling him though - it was looking a bit weird.

You reached in to give him a side hug and a peck on the cheek, just like you did with the others, but this was different. As soon as you touched one another, your whole body became warm, despite the fact that he was actually quite cold. It felt like you were being electrocuted; sparks! His strong arms found their way to your lower back while yours wrapped around the back of his neck, bringing him closer to you. Begrudgingly, you pulled away before going to give him a quick kiss on his cheek - and that sealed the deal for you. You felt whole. Your heart was beating insanely fast, and you felt so heady all of a sudden - all from being near him and having the littlest contact with him.

You fully pulled away, smiling an infectious smile, which he returned. “I’m y/n.”

“Beautiful”, he breathed, “I’m Carlisle”.

Since that night, you’ve been inseparable. Carlisle has been your biggest fan since and has been an endless pool of inspiration. He’s shown you a world full of love that you can’t even begin to imagine, and can’t even begin to thank him for. He’s been the biggest source of inspiration for you and your musical guinea pig. You play him songs you’re currently working on, and old favourites of his.

He loves when you sing about past loves and relationships, so afterwards he can snake his arms around you and boast about how you’re his, now. You love how secure he makes you feel, and in turn, you shower him with just as much love and affection.

Carlisle was no stranger to the studio you sang out of. You would frequently pull all-nighters in the small recording studio, food wrappers piling up in the waste bins and bottles lined up on the sides like trophies. A small weekend bag could be found under the mixing table, full of fresh clean clothes and various bits of technology and books. You would constantly work yourself to the bone until a song was perfect; you couldn’t rest, otherwise. Carlisle would come and see you in the late evening and stay with you until the early hours of the morning, only leaving because you insisted he go home to get some sleep (surprise surprise).

But instead of going home, he’d watch you from afar. He’d seen everything - your dance breaks to keep your energy up and lift your spirits, your crazy vocal warm-ups, you reading a book for an hour while sipping a warm drink in order to soothe your vocal cords, or just sitting off and staring into space. Sometimes he’d even catch you crying in sheer frustration because you weren’t having a good day. Those were the times he wanted to go to you and provide you with the comfort you so desperately needed but couldn’t because, apparently, he went to bed hours ago. He would sit and listen to you sing song after song, multiple times - he never got tired of hearing your voice.

“You know, I think you should keep that voice a secret, something just for me”, he would say softly while playing with your hands, admiring them, and eventually wrapping his around them. And every time he did, it made your heart flutter.

That’s how the idea was born; a cover album. You wanted to record a selection of songs for Carlisle to listen to, songs that reminded you of him and your time together. But you needed to keep it a secret; you wanted to surprise him.

So, for the past few months, you worked on your little project for him. But since you needed to keep this under wraps, you stopped asking him to go to the studio. Carlisle thought this was strange, but you just told him you were experiencing writer's block, so there was no point in him coming over to watch you do nothing. Sometimes he’d ignore your request and spontaneously turn up unannounced. When he did, you wouldn’t sing anything new around him, just some old songs - sometimes you wouldn’t sing at all, just talk. He’d leave after a while, despondent. He’d try again in another couple of days, he always did.

‘All I want to do is spend time with her. What’s going on?’ was all Carlisle could think about. He didn’t know what to think anymore. You did everything you could to distance him from you while you were in the studio, almost as if you were rushing him out for some reason. You stopped brainstorming new music for him and you didn’t serenade him with random little songs anymore. He was really worried about you, you had never hidden anything from him, so what’s going on?

You were so passionate about doing this for him and so excited to surprise him. Sadly, this translated into you neglecting every other project you had going on, and some aspects of your life. When you went home, you would listen to the songs on repeat and sing along with them until your voice was hoarse. You stopped arranging plans with Carlisle, only doing things when you realised it had been a while since you had last seen each other. In your mind, the more time you spent not working on it, the longer he’d be waiting for it - and you wanted him to have it as soon as possible. You would wake up, go to the studio until late, get home in the early hours of the morning, eat, shower and sleep. That had been your life since you started.

You were tired, but you just needed a little while longer, and then you could show him your hard work.

On the other hand, Carlisle couldn’t go on like this for much longer. All he did was sit and think about you. He tried to fill the void by listening to your songs and the voice notes you had send him in the past, but they weren’t enough.

Carlisle was sitting in his study. It was dark outside. Rain pattered on the windows the same way it did the night you two first met. The silence was deafening. The work on his desk had been untouched for the last hour or so - you were on his mind again and there was no way he could focus now. He craned his head to the left, looking at the clock; 2:33am. Huffing loudly, he turned in his chair, now facing the large floor-to-ceiling windows that surrounded his office. He knew he needed to confront you about the way you had been acting.

‘It’s someone else. She’s met someone else and they’re going around there instead’, ‘she doesn’t want you around, you’re too clingy’, ‘you never give her enough space’, and ‘she’s not in love with you anymore’ were the only thoughts running through his head, now. No matter how many times he swatted them away, telling himself that you would never do that to him, they still came back. He needed answers. His heart was breaking, bit by bit. Every tight-lipped smile you gave him, every back pat and every time you pulled away from his embrace broke him. These weren’t big issues in the grand scheme of things, but Carlisle needed you more than you realised, and each action was disheartening.

Almost as if a fog cleared, Carlisle came back to reality. His eyes darted around the room before bolting out of his chair. Grabbing his car keys from the desk drawer and his jacket from the hook, he marched down the stairs through the kitchen, passing the Cullen/Hale children on his way out.

Rosalie squinted at him curiously, while Emmett asked “where are you go-”

The front door slammed shut before he could finish.

Heads turned towards Edward, wanting an answer.

“Just some... stuff, you know. Emotional… things” he flatly answered, earning a collective nod from the group.

Carlisle ragged the car door closed, starting the car up and speeding off down the winding, rain-soaked roads of Forks. The closer he got to the studio, the more urgent he became in his mission. He bolted out of the car as soon as the key was out of the ignition. Running to the studio, he noticed there was no light emanating from the property.

‘Sh-she should be here? When is she ever not here?’ Carlisle’s mind raced with endless possibilities of the bad things that could’ve happened to you since you weren’t there.

Then, through the doubt and panic clouding his mind, one clear thought came to him: ‘she’s at home’.

“That… makes a lot of sense” he whispered to himself, placing his hands in his coat pocket to dig his keys out, preparing to drive to your home.

Meanwhile, you had stepped out of the shower no more than half-an-hour ago. With pyjamas on, wet hair slicked back and ablutions finished, you settled yourself into bed. But you couldn’t rest.

Across the room, your laptop was open on your desk. You had spent the day working on the album at home - there wasn’t much left to do, other than finalising the order of songs and deciding if you were going to make it publicly available for everyone to stream, or going ‘old-fashioned’ and burning a CD for him only.

‘Maybe I could gift it to him on vinyl?’ you thought, soon shuddering at the thought of the cost.

Now that you were at the finish line, you were so excited to have Carlisle back in the studio with you. You missed his company. Every time you had to shoo him away, you felt terrible, but you needed to be that way for it to be a surprise. Looking over and seeing him sitting, eyes trained on you, was a sight you longed to have back. He was such an integral part of your process now, you couldn’t believe how you worked without him, before. You were so thankful to have him by your side with every endeavour you pursued.

'At least once this is over, we can go back to normal.’

Suddenly, there was a loud, incessant rapping at your front door, cutting through the ambient silence of your apartment.

Your heart immediately began to race - ‘who the fuck knocks like that on someone’s door at-’ you leant over to your bedside table and tapped your phone screen to check the time ‘-three in the morning?!’.

Slowly, you crept out of the bedroom, making your way down the short hallway, past the kitchen and to the front door. The thought of ‘at least I locked it’ did not provide you with the comfort you thought it would.

You edged closer to the door, using the peephole to check who was there. And that’s when you saw Carlisle. His palm was placed flat against his forehead, head positioned up to the ceiling and eyes closed. He was frowning - something was wrong.

“Carlisle?” you softly spoke while moving away from the peephole, leaning over to the console table to grab your keys, unlocking the door.

You pulled the door open, revealing him fully to you. He looked absolutely dishevelled. His hair was a mess, as if he had been running his hands through it and tugging at it in frustration. His eyes looked heavy and weary, sadness clearly visible in his once bright eyes. His shoulders slumped as he looked down at you, managing to muster a slight smile for you. But it didn’t feel genuine.

Grabbing his hand, you wordlessly led him into your home, taking his jacket off for him and leading him through to your bedroom to talk. He followed you, completely at your mercy. He stopped at the doorway, watching you plop down on your bed which was adorned with multiple pillows and blankets.

“C’mon, angel” you sweetly said, patting a space out on your left for him to join you. A tiny smile crept on his face, he loved it when you called him that - he always thought it should be him calling you that.

Carlisle made his way over to you, looking down at the floor as he did. He sat next to you, eyes looking straight ahead.

“I need to talk to you” he said, devoid of emotion.

You squinted your eyes and furrowed your brows, confused.

“Uh, yeah sure okay. After that, I have something to show you though, okay?”

Carlisle readjusted his posture, sitting upright.

“I need you to tell me what’s going on. You’ve kept me in the dark about something and I can’t help but feel like it’s something bad. You push me away whenever I visit you at the studio, you never reply to my texts, and whenever you do it’s inconsistent. We never see each other anymore. I know it’s hard considering I work a lot, but I always make the time to see you and spend time with you, because I need to be with you every chance I get. You’re addictive in the best way possible. When I’m with you, I feel... complete. I feel whole. Every second I’m away from you feels like an eternity.”

Your heart was beating a mile a minute. You knew all of this, but to know this man was completely surrendered to you? An indescribable feeling.

“I feel like I communicate this to you frequently, and yet it feels like I’m still being pushed away. I need you to imagine how you’d feel if this was the other way around. I need to know what’s going on now because I can’t go on this way for much longer”, he finished rattling out, as if this had been rehearsed a million times before in a mirror.

You turned your body fully to look at him, but he wouldn’t dare meet your gaze out of fear of what might happen next - what you might tell him. Looking him up and down, you reached for his right hand, grabbing it and encasing it with both of your hands. For a few moments, you remained silent, utterly speechless about the information you just received.

“I know what this looks like. I could’ve done a bit of a better job at being less neglectful for the past month or so, but it’s been difficult for me too. I needed you away from me so I could do something for you”, you explained.

His eyebrows furrowed as he slowly turned to look at you. This was absolutely not what he expected.

Releasing his hand, you stood up and walked to your desk. You woke your laptop up and pulled up the files containing everything you had been working on. Turning, you gestured for him to join you. He obliged.

Once he met you, you reached for his hand and laced your fingers with his, raising them and leaning them against your chest. Taking a very deep breath, you began to reveal your project to him.

“I wanted to make something for you, something that no one has given you before - at least, I hope not” you chuckled lightly before continuing “it’s kind of like an album”.

Carlisle raised his eyebrows at this.

“Okay, act like it’s gauche why don’t you”, you mock rolled your eyes at him, “I wanted to cover a bunch of songs for you, that communicate my feelings for you and songs that remind me of you; of us” you proudly admitted. “And yes, they’re all sappy songs - sue me” you finished.

He stared back at you, wide-eyed. He was completely and utterly wrong, and he couldn’t be more thankful. This is the most thoughtful, caring and brilliant gift he had ever received from anyone. His eyes were filled with hope and love once more, thanking the heavens for sending you to him. He genuinely, properly, smiled for the first time in days.

“Is it finished?”, he eventually asked.

Without saying anything, you let go of him, reached over and clicked open the files.

“Now, before I play anything” you started “this isn’t officially finished. I can always add a couple songs on there upon request” you winked at him.

Click-click.

Music filled the room as you reached back for him. He met you halfway, taking your left hand with his right, and resting his left hand on your waist. You placed your right hand on his shoulder and began to sway to the music, dancing in silence.

Every now and then, a hint of recognition would be visible in his eyes when another song started. Each song perfectly communicated the way you felt about him, and he loved seeing your relationship and perception of him through your eyes. This was all he wanted for the past month - slowly dancing with you, breathing you in, and surrounded by you in every possible format.

And like that, you stayed, until the album finished.

Carlisle pulled you into a tight embrace, burying his head in the crook of your neck, whispering sweet ‘thank you’’s over and over again, while you kissed the side of his head. You basked in the moment, not wanting to part ever again - to stay there forever.

Songs:

A Message - Coldplay

everything i wanted - Billie Eilish

Without You - Lana Del Rey

Sea of Love - Cat Power

Somethin’ Stupid - Frank & Nancy Sinatra

White Flag - Dido

God Only Knows - The Beach Boys

505 - Arctic Monkeys

Love - Nancy Adams

telepatía - Kali Uchis

Keep Driving - Harry Styles

Andromeda - Gorillaz

(They Long To Be) Close To You - Carpenters

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wandaslittlelove · 2 months

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Rosalie Hale

Dark ♞, Smut ❤️‍🔥, Fluff 🌸, Angst 💔

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xetswan · 4 months

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The Switch of Daylight- Tore Up

(Alice x Reader x Jasper)

[four] [five] [six]

A month later Bella still has been in a weird funk, she barely talks anymore. There’s no light in her eyes. She’s boring.

Sorry to put it in rough words I guess.

I make sure she eats and at least is getting food in her stomach but there’s really nothing else I can do.

I hang out with the guys on the Rez. Mainly Sam, I go see Jacob too but he doesn’t really talk to Sam so he feels awkward whenever we hang out.

So Sam is my go to. Or hanging out with Angela and surprisingly Jessica.

They try to get Bella to come out but she’s still in a depression.

October has been plain. I still haven’t opened the letter that lays on the ground. Jessica has brought it up every time she’s come over.

She’s tried to pick it up but I tell her to knock it off and we eventually leave my room to go somewhere else.

I don’t trust her in my room alone either. She’s too nosy even Angela can be influenced by her so I tend to go over to their places.

November, everyone starts to decorate for Christmas, it’s been getting colder and Bella hasn’t changed at all. Bob Marks and his wife even brought over a turkey and tried to explain their concern for her.

We tell them she’s okay she just wants time alone. I knew Charlie was getting worried as ever.

For Thanksgiving I talked Charlie into having Sam and Jacob join us, maybe getting Bella to open up a little bit.

But of course it really didn’t. She wasn’t paying attention to anything, having to repeat ourselves numerous times.

December, Charlie dragged in a Christmas tree toward the house, I watched as he looked up at Bella who sat by the window as she normally did, listening to music in the background.

And now her depression is starting to ware off on me.

The letter on the floor of my room becoming more of a distraction every time I enter the room.

The white becoming brighter like the sun is purposely shining down on it through the clouds.

As much as I want to read it, I know it would bring me down. The anger would seep back in.

Taking control.

“Hey, you’re gonna open it today?” Sam knocks on the door, startling me. I turn to look at him and I laugh nervously.

“Huh, no, I think I’m going to throw it away.” I go over to it and I think about picking it up but something stops me.

“Would you want me to read it and then I could let you know if it would upset you too much?” He offers, “you just want to know what it says.” I smirk.

“Maybe but I know how much it’s bothering you.” He shrugs his shoulders. I nod my head, thinking for a little bit before finally picking up the stupid letter.

“Here.” I shove it on his chest. He takes it and then sits down on the bed.

He reads it, taking his time as I then started to pace back and forth in my room.

I hear the paper crumple and I snap my neck over at him.

“Hey, what are you doing?” I go up to him but as he crumpled it he then starts tearing it up.

“There’s no point in reading this.” He throws away the now shredded and crumpled pieces of paper away. My eyes don’t leave the sight of the trash can.

“Why?” I look up at him, confused by his strong reaction.

“We worked too hard for you to get upset like Bella, it’s best you stay in the dark. You trust me right?” He smiles reassuringly but for some reason I feel odd about this.

“Yeah, yeah of course I do.” I partly lie. Shaking the feeling off I leave the room, he follows behind.

We go outside to see Bob Marks try to ask Bella how she is but she of course is in her own world and doesn’t hear him. Bob shrugs it off to Charlie but I can see that my dad is done with this.

Once Bob walks away he goes over to Bella’s truck, slamming the door shut that Bella had just closed.

“That’s it.”

“That’s what?” Bella is alarmed, Sam and I stay quiet.

“You’re going to Jacksonville to live with your mother.” He tells her, her eyes widen.

“What? Why?” She questions.

“I just- don’t know what to do any more. You don’t act like someone left. You act more like someone died.” Charlie explains, I watch as my sister looks away.

“I’m not leaving Forks.” She states.

“Bells, the bastards not coming back.”

She nods at his words, knowing it herself.

“It’s not normal, this behavior. And frankly, it’s scaring the hell outta me, your mother and sister.” Bella finally notices that I’m on the porch. I’ve talked to Charlie about sending her to Jacksonville, I’m the one who brought up to both of our parents and I think she knows too.

“Go to Jacksonville, Baby. Make some new friends.” He gently tells her. “I like my old friends.”

“You never see them anymore.” He argues.

“I do, too. I’m um… Jessica and I are going to Port Angeles tomorrow. Shopping.” She lies, I let out a sigh shaking my head.

“You hate shopping.” He points out in a suspicious manner.

“That’s how good a friend I am.” She says. “Alright, shopping.” He repeats.

I smack my lips, rolling my eyes.

“Dad, I’m going to Port Angeles with Sam right now actually. We’re gonna see a movie.” I hop down the steps, going over and kissing his cheek.

“You two sure are hanging out a lot.” He comments, pointing between us. I glance back at Sam and snicker.

“Yeah, we found out we have a few things in common.” I punch the boy then look back at my dad.

“Alright, be safe.” He then comes up to my ear to whisper. “Make sure she sticks to her word when you get back, please.” It was barely audible and I knew Bella wouldn’t have been able to hear.

“Of course.” I whisper back, kissing his cheek once more.

“Bye Bells, I love you both.” I wave them goodbye as Sam and I get into his truck. “Why’d you lie to him?” Sam asks.

“You think my dad is gonna let me hang out with you guys and jump off of a cliff?” I raise a brow, putting in my seatbelt as I feel my dad staring at the both of us.

“True.” He laughs, he then slowly starts driving. Speeding up the further he gets away from my house.

Sam gets to the cliff and all the other guys are waiting. I excitedly get out and go to the truck bed to wear a suit is.

Being a vampire had its advantages, not feeling cold weather was a huge part of it.

Meaning I could jump off a cliff into cold water and not get a heart attack or sick from it.

I go behind the truck and Sam watches out for me while I change.

I used to be a huge adrenaline junkie when I was human, this is going to be so much fun.

Once I finished changing I threw my clothes on the truck and joined next to Sam.

“Ready?” He smiles down at me and I nod my head. Us and the rest of the guys all get together to run and jump off of the cliff.

The leap into the air felt free, falling and still getting that similar feeling in my stomach of falling. I laugh loudly and flip in the air into a diving position right as I hit the water.

I open my eyes underneath the water and see all the other guys hit the water as well.

A grin never leaving my face.

I then swim back up and laugh, trying to find Sam who comes up gasping for air.

“That was amazing!” I shout over to him, moving my limbs to get to him. “It was!” He shakes his hair, causing the water to hit me in the face.

We did it a few more times and each time the feeling becomes addictive.

I wanted to keep going up until I overheard Sam talking with someone.

Pretending to still get ready for another jump I listen in.

“They were trying to warn her about us. Me specifically.” Sam says to the other guy. I raise a brow.

“Honestly if I didn’t feel something for her I would’ve let her read the stupid letter.” He lets out his words and I shake my head to myself. Oh no…

“They love her. That’s all it was. And a warning about the wolves and some prophecy with the reincarnate. Who is her.” He carries on and I stand up straight suddenly.

Why would he hide something like that from me?

Why would he rip that up?

“I’ll tell you guys later.” He caught on I think. I turn around with a smile.

“Sam, gonna join me for one more?” I shout over to him.

“Uh, sure.” He jogs over to me and we get to the cliff.

We jump one last time and when we get back up to air I stare at him.

“I don’t think we should hang out anymore.” I tell him. He scrunches his face in confusion, still trying to catch his breath.

“What?” He asks. “I heard you.” I admit to him. “Heard me?” He raises a brow.

“Don’t act stupid, Sam. About the letter. Nothing would’ve made me like Bella. You hid that from me for your own good.” I call him out and his face goes pale. “[Name]-“

“No, don’t. I can’t argue with you. I just. I need time away from you for a little bit and then I want to hear what was in that letter.” I tell him with a bored expression. But still making sure I’m stern.

“Okay.” Is all he says in return.

It felt too fast, our friendship.

Three months was all it was to last?

I might’ve had a crush on him when I was younger but I can’t just forget my two lovers who had to leave. I’m hurt they left but I know they just wanted to be with their family.

They didn’t have a choice. Their loyalty is strong. I just wish I opened the goddamn letter myself.

(CHANGE OF POV)

“No, we promised Edward.” Carlisle shakes his head.

“But she won’t do well without us. I get flashes of her, but they’re unclear-“

“Forget her, let’s drag Edward home, and get [Name]. She should be with us.” Rosalie cuts Alice off. They were at their cousin’s house, Tanya in Alaska.

“He’ll come back when he’s ready. After Bella moves on. And [Name] should be where she wants” Esme interjects.

“Yes. Bella’s living her life, safe from danger, and [Name] will do whatever she can to protect that.” Carlisle assures the others.

“You mean safe from us.” Jasper mainly talks to himself, Alice wraps an arm around him in a soothing manner.

“And when will that be?” Rosalie looks at Alice.

“Can you see him, Alice?” Emmett questions. She closes her eyes, everyone now paying their full attention to her.

“The only decisions he’s made is to be alone.” She sadly tells them.

The others all look around at each other but then Rosalie stands up.

“Can you still not see [Name]?” Her eyes were hopeful, just wanting to see her sister again.

Obviously not really being sisters but Rosalie loved [Name] like one.

“I’ll try again. All I get are glimpses when she’s out with friends or home. She’s been with wolves.” Alice explains, holding onto Jasper who also watches his partner close her eyes once again trying to find their love.

“She’s hurt. Our letter is ripped in the trash and she’s trying to put it back together. Sam… The wolf. He tore it up.” Alice starts getting angry, her chest rising and falling prominently.

“How do you know that?” Emmett questions, now standing beside Rosalie. Carlisle and Esme grow curious as well.

“She’s crying about it to Bella. Well ranting, she can’t cry.” Alice voice breaks, she’s obviously putting herself in the room and wants to be there for [Name].

Jasper tenses up. “She shouldn’t have befriended a dog.” Rosalie judges.

“It’s her childhood friend…” Alice disagrees, even if she is against werewolves, she knows her girlfriend and will always be on her side.

(Change back to [Name])

I pull all the pieces of paper out from the trash, trying to lay them out on the ground to figure out what the letter says.

Not even hearing the door open and a body standing over me. I whisper to myself, angrily ranting about what Sam did.

“[Name], what are you doing?” I gasp, jumping up from the voice. Calming myself once I see my sister in my vision.

“What?” I ask disoriented. “I asked what you’re doing… with the pieces of paper on your floor.” She repeats her question and I look at the ground then back at her.

“It’s the letter, from Alice and Jasper. Sam, he ripped it.” I try not to get angry again, pulling out another piece of paper from the trash and I lay it on the ground with the others.

“Want me to help put it together?” She comes to the other side of me and without me even saying yes or no she sits on the ground.

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