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daisyfield98 · 3 days
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Carlisle lived a very long life and saw his country change. And he seems to be doing a good job of it.
How will Bella cope with the fact that the language in her country will change, in general everything will change in a few centuries (assuming she lives that long)
Switched countries even several times!
Interesting question though, personally, not well. This has already been touched on before.
Bella's joining the Cullens not solely to become a vampire but really to become a 'Cullen'. She has been told (and to be fair, Edward believes this himself, and it's also all he's ever known either and part of the reason he sees himself as so ancient and worldly at a mere 100) that the Cullens have this lifestyle they'll maintain forever where the children go off and pretend to be in high school, Carlisle's a doctor, they're very wealthy and beautiful, and then every few years they do it again.
Edward implies that this is many many times (when it's probably far less than he implies just given the timing of it). Every once in a while we get anomalous runs where Rosalie and Emmett go off on an extended honeymoon somewhere, they all go to university, but more or less you can count on this stability and family unit.
I don't think Bella's going to take any change to that well. Now, she may gladly go off with Edward and perhaps the addition of Renesmee and Jacob on an extended honeymoon vacation but she's really based her new existence on this idea of doing this. It's how she knows the Cullens, she very much sees them as these roles they play at and if those cease to exist then who are these people?
I think she'll handle things okay if she can keep going to high school with Edward and the others, if the Cullen cover story maintains intact, even if things like subjects they're learning and slang used change. What will throw her for a loop is if that cover story disappears or else changes drastically.
I don't see her handling it well.
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thebullensshitposting · 8 months
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We all get wet when it rains because the guys are too tall for this car.
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We can't. Close. The roof.
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volturissideslut · 4 months
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Can you pretty please make a japer hale/Cullen one where if he saw his human mate crying and what he would do. He's my biggest comfort character and I would appreciate it so dearly but, if not that is completely okay I promise you. 🫶
Ps. I love you're writing I read you're page when I'm feeling down and just through out the day. It brings me comfort and happiness I appreciate you as a person in this world of ours. You are amazing and you are doing an amazing and lovely job.
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"Darlin'?" his country accent rings out through your dark and empty room,his vampire eyes easily letting him locate you hurried in the covers on your bed where you sniffle quietly.
He watches in the reflection of your mirror as you squeeze your eyes shut, almost af if it would hide you from the world. If he wasn't so worried about you right now he'd chuckle at the sincerity and childishness at it.
"Bad day, Darlin?" he tries again, and you hum back in response - unable to get your voice to work right now.
At that, he's kicking off his shoes and climbing into bed with you, turning your lamp on as he goes so you can see him. Her pulls you close to him and holds you tight.
"want to talk about it?"
You shake your head no.
"want me to use my gift?"
You hesitate, but ultimately shake your head no.
"... want me to leave?"
You shake your head no.
His thumb rubs soothing circles into your side and the sniffles die down eventually. "I'll let you have tonight, but I want you to talk to me tomorrow. Is that okay, sugar?" his accent becomes a bit thicker in the vulnerable moment.
You nod, turning over and hugging him tightly. Face buried in his neck and arms holding him tight, you mumble a small "thank you, Jasper" before you fall asleep in his icy warm embrace.
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mochikofi · 8 months
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Twilight Personal Favorites!
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Daylight - Demetri Voltur - (kimi240302)
Wildest Dreams - Paul Lahote - (atlas-of-a-human-soul)
𑁍 Oneshots/headcannons
Period - Volturi's - Oneshot - (loveswrites)
Uno - Volturi's - Oneshot - (loveswrites)
Time - Volturi's - Oneshot - (loveswrites)
Child. - Volturi's - Headcannon - (volturissideslut)
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The tracker, the fighter, the witch - Volturis - headcannon - (averagewriter-inthedark)
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Sister - Queen - Volturi Kings - twoshot(?) - (americancowgirl19)
Who's the dad? - Volturi Kings - Oneshot - (the-dawn-star)
All the glitters. - Volturi Kings - Headcannon - (the-volturi-diaries)
Mate - Volturi Kings - headcannon - (twilightfansofcolor)
Bunny - Volturi Kings - Oneshot - (grampstaxidermy87)
Foursome - Volturi Kings - Oneshot - (cherryglossie)
Headcannon - Volturi Kings - (imaginingmanyfandoms)
Wooing - Volturi Kings - Oneshot - (mx-pastelwriting)
First time in bed - Volturi Kings - Headcannon - (mx-pastelwriting)
Worm - Volturi Kings - Oneshot - (demetris-cocksleeve)
Morning - Volturi Kings - Headcannon - (mx-pastelwriting)
Bisexual - Volturi Kings - Headcannon - (the-dawn-star)
Wives - Volturi Kings - Headcannon - (the-dawn-star)
Childish - Volturi Kings - Headcannons - (the-dawn-star)
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Hit-On - Volturi Kings - Oneshot - (twilightt-fantasy)
Poly - Volturi Kings - Headcannons - (twilightt-fantasy)
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Midnight snacks - Volturi Kings - Headcannons - (Twilightt-fantasy)
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Size - Volturi Kings - Headcannon - (cherryglossie)
The princess & the king - Aro Volturi - Headcannon - (averagewriter-inthedark)
Human mate - Caius Volturi - headcannon - (carlisles-girl)
Love of a cruel king - Caius Volturi - Oneshot - (kimi240302)
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Our forever - Alec Volturi - Oneshot - (kimi240302)
Little things - Cullen Family - Oneshot - (the-twilight-diaries)
Period - Cullen Family - Headcannon - (creelmalfoylaufeyson69)
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Nails - Cullen men - headcannons - (long-lost-cullen)
Coven mate - Cullen Family - Oneshot - (Congratzams)
Tomorrow - Cullen Family - Oneshot - (loveswrites)
Chaotic - Cullen Family - Headcannon - (carlisles-girl)
Okay and? - Cullen Family - Headcannon - (carlisles-girl)
Sick - Cullen Family - Oneshot - (loveswrites)
Too much - Carlisle cullen - Oneshot - (zmxchs)
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Sir - Carlisle Cullen - oneshot - (little-diable)
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Clumsy - Carlisle Cullen - Oneshot - (homeofthelonelywriter)
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I've got you - Carlisle Cullen - Oneshot - (marvelouswriter)
Hush now - Carlisle Cullen - oneshot - (little-diable)
Nsfw alphabet - Carlisle Cullen - (heyyyitsgrey)
Lies washed away by the pouring rain - Carslisle Cullen/Jasper Hale - oneshot - (little-diable)
Yandere cullen brothers - headcannon - (angelsworks)
Birthday! - alice cullen - Oneshot - (another-fantasy-world)
Sub - Alice Cullen - headcannon - (fairydxll)
Dating jasper - Headcannon - (kaylawritesfics)
Regrets - Jasper Hale - Oneshot - (undercoveravenger)
Crush - Jasper Hale - Headcannon - (slytherbun)
Honesty hours - Jasper Hale - Oneshot - (highwayorgantrade)
Exchange Student - Jasper Hale - headcannon - (nymphastoriasblog)
Texas - Jasper Hale - Oneshot - (little-diable)
Texas 2.0 - Jasper Hale - Oneshot - (little-diable)
Drops of water - Jasper Hale - Oneshot - (little-diable)
Consequences - Jasper Hale - oneshot - (little-diable)
Primal instinct - Jasper Hale - oneshot - (little-diable)
Break my baby - Jasper Hale - oneshot - (little-diable)
Another one - Jasper Hale - Oneshot - (little-diable)
Trust and lust - Jasper Hale - Oneshot - (joelsgeetar)
Figure it out - Jasper Hale - Oneshot - (k1nd4g4y)
Darlin, i adore you. - Jasper Hale - Oneshot - (joelsgeetar)
Cold. - Jasper Hale - Oneshot - (joelsgeetar)
Tell me all the ways to stay away - Jasper Hale - Oneshot - (joelsgeetar)
Insomnia - Jasper Hale - Oneshot - (junkdrawerfics)
Simple moments - Jasper Hale - Oneshot - (junkdrawerfics)
Crushing - Jasper Hale - Headcannon - (wintervalewriter)
Accident - Jasper Hale - Oneshot - (joelsgeetar)
Headcannon - Jasper Hale - (buckybarnesb-tch)
Awkward - Jasper Hale - Oneshot - (the-twilight-diaries)
Stand up challenge - Jasper Hale - Oneshot - (mychemicalimagines)
Polar opposites - Jasper Hale - Headcannon (americancowgirl19)
Innocent - Jasper Hale/Edward Cullen - oneshot - (ameliora-j)
Sharing a mate - Jasper Hale/Emmett - (little-diable)
NSFW alphabet - Jasper Hale - (ineedmorefanfics)
Dream - Edward cullen - Oneshot - (sage-exe)
Chaotic imprint - Wolf Pack - Headcannon - (fatiguing-thoughts)
Being paul lahote's imprint - headcannon - (nymphastoriasblog)
Just leave it to bella - Paul Lahote - Oneshot- (bangtanmix73)
Wolf form - Jacob Black - Headcannon - (qdbs-writes)
Wet clothes - Jacob Black - Oneshot - (t-h-i-n-g)
Secret - Jacob Black - Oneshot - (maladaptive---daydreamer)
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bellasdumptruckass · 6 months
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twilight AU where the cullens actually try to blend in at school. alice gets really into prosthetic makeup to give everyone pimples. she herself wears braces, complete with head gear. edward goes full emo and wears eyeliner and ripped skinny jeans. rosalie fries her hair with a straightener in the school bathroom every morning before the first bell. emmett wears so much axe body spray the admin gets involved because people with asthma are suffering. jasper wears carhartt and a baseball cap that he folds up in his back pocket like Indiana farmer boys. also it doesn’t work at all, and people just think they’re unnaturally pretty AND weird.
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stanhailey · 4 months
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The brain fully develops at 25. Edward Cullen died at 17. Makes alot of sense tbh 🙏
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entitled-fangirl · 2 months
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Are you scared of me, Princess?
Jasper Hale x human!reader
Summary: The reader sees the scars on Jasper's arms, prompting him to tell her the truth.
Words: 1,646
Warnings: talk of murder, vampire stuff idk, scars, cursing
Author's note: God this is angsty. Someone get 8th-grade me in here right now because this is what she thought she was reading at her age.
Masterlist <3
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Jasper sat in the bed placed in his room, his mate resting her back against his chest. His arms were wrapped around her waist and his face found its way into her hair. Her hands were placed on top of his on her waist, relishing in the feeling of comfort he gave her.
They were a strange pair, the two. The bloodthirsty vampire fighting his instincts to feed and the helpless human girl who wouldn’t be able to fight him if she tried. 
But she trusted him with her whole heart. It had been hard at first. She had to marinate in the knowledge of the existence of vampires, and he suffered the constant smell of her sweet scent, calling out to him every second.
It was so hard for him, even on a good day. Her smell of her blood always drew him in. 
The only thing holding him back from draining her was the feeling he knew he wouldn’t fight the minute her body became lifeless: dread.
But now, they laid in each other’s arms in complete trust. 
Her hand wandered up his forearm, stopping at the unevenness of his skin. She looked down, pulling his sleeve up briefly.
Bite marks and scratches laid all up and down his forearm. She didn’t want to know how far up his arm it went, thankful for the sleeve.
She felt him shift. He felt uncomfortable. Scared of her reaction. But above all else, he cared for her. She could practically feel his gift poking at her emotions, intertwining them with his. A sense of calmness fell over the two of them before words could form.
Her hand still laid against his arm gently, her thumb brushing one of the bites to comfort him in her own way.
She felt his head move away from hers, leaning back against the bed frame. She used this opportunity to turn in his grip, now facing him. Once there, she pulled his arm into her lap, her eyes inspecting the scars in front of her. 
He simply watched. He couldn’t hide them, and he would never lie. Not to her. So, he simply sat there to let her ask him or draw her own conclusions.
She finally looked up, her eyes locking on his. She’s thankful of his gift, because otherwise, she may have been teary-eyed. “T….Tell me, Jasper?”
His eyes softened. God, she was so good to him. So perfect. So innocent and pure. Everything he knew he wasn’t.
Her blood would be so easy to take. The feeling of adrenaline would be worth the-
“It’s… a long story, Princess. I don’t think you wanna hear it.”
She was visibly hurt by his answer, her hand retreating from his. “Oh. I… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to pry… I just… just thought…”
He chuckles to himself, teasing her, “Thought what, Princess? You really wanna know?”
She nods, her eyes glossy, holding an unreadable expression.
He sighs. He wanted to hold off from telling her this. That was his plan. But now, she had ruined the perfect plan in his head. Not that he could be mad at her. His heart couldn’t do that.
He pulls his sleeve up his other arm, showing her the scarring. “D’you know much about the Civil War, Darlin’?”
She nods, her eyes never leaving his forearm. 
He smiles, “Good girl. Knew you would.” He took a deep breath, not that he needed to, but it allowed him to collect himself and decide what to say. “I was turned during the Civil War. A woman named Maria convinced me to help her train a vampire army. I was foolish and naive. I thought she was doing the right thing.”
He looked up at her to gauge her reaction. She simply stared at the scars, her head low in thought. He took this as a sign to continue.
“You know.. I was, uh, a major, in the war?”
Her head perked up at that, her eyes meeting his. “A..a major?”
He smirked, “Yeah. Major Jasper Whitlock.” As he said so, she felt a wave of pride come from his body. She didn’t need Jasper’s gifts to sense it, for it had come so plain. 
He continued, “I trained them myself. Her army, I mean. I know you don’t know much about us, but newborn vampires are more dangerous. More deadly. They’re stronger than most.” As he said this, she could feel his tone becoming sharper. 
“Stronger than Emmett?”
He nods, “Yes, Princess. Much stronger. You stay away from a newborn.” It had meant to be advice, but it came out a demand. “They’re more deadly than you can imagine. I’ve watched them do…” his eyes look off in thought, “…unspeakable things…”
A small silence overtakes them before she breaks it. “And you trained them?”
His eyes quickly move back to hers, the amber color glowing, “Yes, ma’am.”
“How?”
“Not easily. They don’t take too well, as you can see,” he said, his head motioning forward at his arms. “I punished them, too. Killed them when they got out of hand or weren’t what we needed.”
He feared to look up at her, but he couldn’t resist. Her gaze was on the window. He didn’t often wish for a gift different than his, but at this moment, he wished he could read her mind. See what was going on in that lovely little human brain of hers. But he couldn’t. He sensed she wasn’t distressed. He had to see her eyes to be sure. Not for his gift’s sake, but for his own. His hand outstretched to grab her jaw gently, pulling it towards his own. “Are you scared of me?”
Her eyes catch his, their faces a foot apart. “…Sh…should I be, Jasper?”
He considers her question quickly with a nod, his voice low. “Really fucking scared.”
She blinks at his wording, her brain struggling to comprehend everything in front of her. 
He wanted to joke, take the dark mood away, but he knew this was serious. “I killed before this,” he gestured to himself, “I killed during this…. I’ll probably have to kill sometime after this. I’ve murdered many with no remorse, their bodies laying at my feet. Innocent lives and murders, too. I overpowered the strongest vampires with ease, ending them mercilessly. My heart holds no mercy. So, I’ll ask again. Are you scared of me?”
She wasn’t sure what to think. She couldn’t put it into words. Was she scared? She supposed so. Any sane person would be. But she trusted him. She trusted him. She trusted him. “You… You won’t hurt me, Jasper.”
He wanted to laugh at her sweet response. How naive of his little lamb. She said it so sure of herself. Of him. She didn’t know of the constant, deep thirst of blood he fought back every time their eyes met. She didn’t know of the pain he felt when she parted from him. She didn’t know of the horrors he had endured. And most importantly, she would never understand the terrors he had caused.
“You don’t know that, Princess.”
She took a quick breath in at his response. Every reasonable thought she ever had was gone. She should run. She should hide. But she didn’t. She wouldn’t. Her body remained here, on the vampire’s bed, his hand gripping her jaw while staring at her like she was prey. Every reasonable thought was gone.
She reached her hand up to place on top of his on her jaw, flinching at the cold feeling of his skin on hers. “You won’t, Jasper.” She began to even sound confident.
He smiled at her, his sharp teeth peeking out. This girl believes in him that much. What a stupid girl. Too trusting. Too hopeful. Too pretty. Too good. Too perfect. He could absolutely ruin her. But he wouldn’t. “C’mon, Princess. Admit you’re a little afraid.” He needed to hear her say it.
Her hand gripped his, pushing it down her jaw lightly until it rested over her throat. His hand now wrapped around her neck, her hand lightly resting on his. 
He was speechless at her touches. Her movements. Her willingness. Her loyalty to him. His eyes stare at his own hand, admiring the view in front of him. Her hopeful eyes staring into his while his hand rested above her only source of oxygen. It was intimate. It was scary. It was perfect. She was perfect. 
His thumb brushed her throat lightly, feeling her heartbeat quicken at his touch. He could practically feel the blood running through her veins. And she trusted him still. 
They sat there in silence for a while, simply admiring the other. 
She was perfect. Too innocent for her own good, but so loyal and willing for him. Her pretty face was the perfect view for him. He could stare at it until the end of his days. And she trusted him with her life. 
She trusted him with the one thing his body thirst to destroy. And he loved her all the more for it.
He was strong. Resilient. An open book for her to read at her leisure. Protective was a word she was familiar with. She felt like his arms were the only thing she needed to live in the world. She trusted him with her life.
His other arm moved up her body, his hand getting lost in the hair on the back of her head. He pushes her forward, capturing her lips in his. 
The hand on her neck stayed. But it never twitched. 
They pulled away from each other to let her catch her breath. Their faces were close as they tried to think of the right words to say.
“You’re not afraid of me.”
It wasn’t a question, it was a statement. She wasn’t afraid of him. 
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emseclipse · 2 years
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it’s new moon season
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twilightbellward · 25 days
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Family reunion🥹
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exilecrown · 12 days
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"I have witnessed the bonds within this family — I say family and not coven. These strange golden-eyed ones deny their very natures. But in return have they found something worth even more, perhaps, than mere gratification of desire?"
THE CULLEN CLAN
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xalonelydreamerx · 8 months
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ECLIPSE + letterboxd reviews [1, 2, 3, 4, 5]
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Carlisle's the most tired Vampire in existence.
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volturissideslut · 5 months
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Can I get Carlisle with reader that has migraines a lot? How he would react/help them?
𝕮𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖑𝖊 𝕮𝖚𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖓
Carlisle's love is gentle, soothing. Rather than the bright flame and burning passion one thinks of when asked about love, his is more of a warm breeze, a presence that brings contentment. He cares for you, he makes you feel safe and loved consistently rather than the highs and lows of modern romance. Love is often compared to the brightness of stars, but stars don't shine - they burn and they die. His love for you will never die and neither will his care.
It's a subtlety, the way he cares. Like right now.
The room is too bright and the silence is too loud as you lay in his warm bed. He'd picked it out just for you, but right now that didn't matter. Not to him and not to you. All he cares about right now is you, and all you could focus on is the buzzing of your head, soothed by the icyness of carlisle's hand on your head. His other hand strokes gently up and down your back as you lay on him.
Your reluctance to take any medication only worries him more, yet he still admires your stubborness even in times like this.
Afraid to speak and add to the pounding in your head, he whispers almost inaudibly. "are you sure, my love? No painkillers?" only to be met with a groan from you. Not one of annoyance or indignation, one he desiphers as a 'no, thank you' because you hurt too much for words. He really does know you well enough to understand the connotations of random noises.
The empty bottle of water of the bed side table is knocked to the floor with a clatter ad he reaches behind it to grab the fill one, left only to kiss the crown of your head apologetically and rub circles into the small of your back. He gives you a moment of peace after the noise stops, then tilts your chin up with his index finger.
"open" his words are nearly silent but you still do, and he pours a little water into your mouth for you. Waiting for you to swallow, he gives an appreciative look your way.
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dameare · 7 months
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Personal Brand of Heater | Jacob Black x Fem!Reader (Oneshot)
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Word count: 1,899
Summary: The first time I had kissed Jacob was entirely an accident. That was how I wanted to think about it, at least.
Silly notes: So... it was 4am... and it was cold, so at the time writing this made a lot of sense. Plus I was lonely and destructively pining for the one and only, Jacob Black. *hands you this fic* Enjoy!
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The first time I had kissed Jacob was entirely an accident. That was how I wanted to think about it, at least.
Winter was just by the horizon, approaching with a certain quiet inevitability, and a blanket of darkness was beginning to unfurl itself across the landscape—and Forks, being the cold and sleepy town that it was, made the first hints of a wintry burden a lot more obvious.
So it was cold. And it was just that there was something about cuddling with Jacob in the middle of the night that did it for me. It made total sense: I was freezing, and Jacob was hot. Literally. Like my personal brand of heater. And maybe I also liked him a little bit. Or a little too much. Or maybe I was in-love. It was the only explanation, even though before what had happened I'd hardly given myself enough time to even name what I'd started to feel for Jake.
It sounded stupid at first, being in-love with Jake. There was no way. But the more I thought about it, the more convinced and horrified I became. That stupid fluttery feeling in my stomach whenever Jake looked at me. I'd thought about the way my chest sometimes felt like it was going to explode when he hugged me, or the way my stomach dropped and twisted at the thought of Jacob hugging a different woman that wasn’t me. God, I was in-love. Of course I was. But even that wasn’t reasonable enough to accidentally kiss him.
So when I had had the clever idea of hitting Jacob up to “hang out” at two in the morning and he didn’t reply, I'd assumed that would be the end of it, and that I would have to curl up in bed, alone and feverish from the chills the night brought.
But that wasn’t the case, and I had only realised this when Jacob was already launching himself through my second-story window and then into my room with a stealthy thud. The dumbass.
I looked at him, stunned. “Jake, what the hell?”
“Whew, I’m sorry about that. I didn’t mean to scare you.” Jacob said, a wide and pleasant grin of mockery spreading across his face—the one that made my stomach do the dumb flip thing. GAH. “I’m sure you don’t really mind.”
“I don’t,” I said automatically. I wasn't stunned at seeing him anymore, because he wasn’t wearing a shirt and I was stunned at something else instead. The pale moonlight sneaking in through my open window made his russet skin look richer. He looked ethereal. The dangerous kind of ethereal. “Do you ever get cold?” I asked dumbly, trying to shift my focus.
Jacob laughed. “Didn’t you already ask that before?”
“I did? Maybe I forgot.” And maybe I had also forgotten how to talk.
He opened his mouth, looking like he was about to crack a joke, but something made him change his expression. Instead, worry creased his forehead, and he inched closer to me.
He was huge, and he leaned over me, so huge that his shadow made my little room look darker. I was looking up at him, completely overwhelmed—my head was pounding and my chest was freaking out and the fever, which I had momentarily forgotten about ever since he came in, came hitting me again. I swayed unsteadily, legs going slightly limp. Jacob grabbed me easily by the waist. “Hey, hey. Is everything okay?” He whispered anxiously, slowly easing me towards the edge of the bed. “You’re shivering, why didn’t you tell me you were sick? Are you cold?”
I only managed to nod before my legs gave way, plopping into a weak heap on the bed.
His hand was really warm. “Jesus christ, you’re freezing. Don’t you have a heater somewhere?”
I shivered uselessly on the bed, delirious. He watched me for one long moment, hesitating. Then he snuck to my side and began settling down onto the bed, and before I could even begin to protest, his arms were already wrapped around me—one arm under my head and the other tightly snug around my waist. And then I wasn't protesting anymore.
I let my head rest against his bare chest. “You’re so warm,” I muttered, the words muffled out by his chest. The heat was so inviting, so comfortable that I didn’t want to pull away. Not that I could ever, even if I had the energy to. The warmth seeped into my skin, the icy grips of the night slowly melting away.
Jacob chuckled, pleased. “That better? Don’t move too much, alright. Save your energy for me. I’ll warm you up.”
“What about you?” I exhaled heavily. “You’re going to freeze.”
“Not really,” he promised. “Hey, say, why don’t you try sleeping? What’s kept you up this late?”
I thought for a second. "Hypothetically," I said, my mind gaining clarity. "If you weren't a werewolf anymore and you lived in the city, what's the first thing you'd do?"
I felt his chest stop at a chuckle, and then there was silence. When it dragged on for a moment too long, I tilted my head to look at his expression. He was staring into the distance, where I'd put up a bunch of city photos for my vision board. His eyes seemed to light up. "If I weren't a werewolf anymore," he mused. "I'd try out all the burgers in the city and check out what they sell in Walmart. I heard they sell weird stuff there... and then maybe I'd go shopping in one of those big malls... get a job... go to a university."
I snorted. "Wow okay, I understand the rest, but Walmart? Really?"
"Don't judge me," he met my eyes, suddenly defensive. He smiled playfully and pushed my hair out of my face. "Let's hear yours. If you decided to live in the city, away from... all of this. What would you do?"
There was hardly any need to think, because it was all I ever thought about during my first summer in Forks. And it was hardly even a summer, really, because it rained all the time and it was still cold even on the good days where the sun was slightly more visible. "I would live by myself in the city, in a small apartment. Like a normal person," I said, wincing at the last part, because all things considered, I thought the word *normal* just didn't exist in Forks anymore, and saying it felt like a major offense. He nodded, and I went on, "I would go to bookstores and those loud concerts... and then go for a late night drive after, you know? Just drive for hours without a destination. It kind of sounds nice. It's like surrendering all your worries for one night. I think that kind of freedom would make me feel lighter."
I watched his face. He laughed at first, saying, "Your answer makes mine look like child's play."
"I'd try out every burger with you, and go to every Walmart conceivable." I offered.
"You'd do that?"
"Why wouldn't I?"
He grinned. "Well, I'd carry your books for you, and I'd drive you across the city for as long as you want. Sounds fair?"
"So it's a promise." I smirked.
"Hah well, not that my being a werewolf can stop me from making you happy," he said. Then he tightened his grip just a bit and lifted me effortlessly, setting me on top of him. "Is this better?"
I hummed a yes, suddenly finding it very, very difficult to breathe. "You're... really warm," I sighed.
He smiled softly. It looked so much better up close, so much so that my stomach did that weird flippy thing again. "You said that earlier. Although," a sheen of mischief lit his eyes up, "if you want to feel warmer you could always just take your clothes off."
"Jacob," I warned, a smile threatening to break out of my face. "Shut up, will you?"
"Survival one-oh-one," he teased.
"Saying that isn't really a friends thing."
He raised one eyebrow, curious. "Oh so taking your clothes off is where you draw the line?"
"Like every sane person, ever, duh."
"Well, cuddling like this isn't really a friends thing either," he retorted.
My face flushed red. "What do you mean?"
"The way I hold you," he said quietly, with a sudden hint of seriousness to his voice. "Is this how friends are supposed to roll?" He asked, his face speculative.
I stayed quiet. I wasn't breathing again. It was the question, and maybe the way the gentle glow of the moon was casted upon his face. His eyes twinkled in the light, like pools of rich and velvety chocolate. He was sort of beautiful that I didn't want to breathe ever again. He stared right through me, watchful and interested. His eyelashes fluttered as he blinked, and our breaths mixed with how close our faces were. It was so warm and so right.
My gaze flickered from his eyes to his mouth, then back again. His mouth tugged up at one corner, as if he had the faintest idea of what I was thinking—and maybe, just maybe, he thought the same.
It was slow, but also quick in a weird way—not quick as in like something in the heat of the moment, but quick enough that I couldn't register what was happening, and slow enough for me to remember every single detail—slow enough for me to conclude that it really wasn't an accident.
His hand gently made its way to the small of my back. He rubbed gently, and I leaned in, our faces inching even closer; I could hear my heartbeat loud against my chest, so loud maybe he'd heard it too. But his eyes were fixed, mesmerised as I moved in. Our noses touched and he inched to the side, nudging forward with the tip of his chin; he glanced at my mouth, then flickered quickly back to my eyes.
There was a momentary pause where our faces both hovered, so close and mellow and sure, and I ached in anticipation. I stole one more glance at his mouth, and then I was sighing into the kiss, the aches and worries leaving my body. His lips were hot, and it scorched against mine, but god he was so gentle—like a gentle rush of air through leaves. The kiss stayed warm and slow, almost exploratory, but there was also a sliver of hunger shoved in between—like Jacob had been dying to do this for a while, and when he finally did he couldn't stop anymore. My lower lip caught delicately in his teeth, and he sucked on it; I allowed him, because I loved exploring his mouth just as much—in an almost obsessive manner. My tongue wandered, the pleasant taste of something woodsy settling into my mouth.
When we pulled apart, it was with soft gasps and fitful smiles and chuckles. He patted my head. "Was that also a friends thing?"
"Nothing about us is friendly," I finally admitted.
"So that means...?"
"I want to be your girlfriend, Jake."
His face stretched out into a huge grin. It was contagious. "Took you long enough, my little moon."
"Is that a yes?" I pinched him lightly.
He chuckled. "Do you want to go at it again for an answer?"
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Part 2/?
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