twilight fanfic

You still can call yourself a “fan”, even if you

  • have not watched every single episode
  • disagree with the choice of a character
  • do not follow the actors/actresses on social media
  • have not read the original book/comic
  • do not spend all your money on merchandise
  • do not know every single background info
Devotion

Jasper Hale imagine requested by anon. “hi! could you do a jasper fic where the cullens all leave for a hunting trip to lo-key give jaz and y/n some alone time in the house? like theyve been dating for months and jasper and y/n make love for the first time and shes super nervous because shes a virgin and its super tender and sweet? thanks!” Hope you like it!

WARNING: SMUT

Your parents were under the assumption that you and your boyfriend’s twin sister were spending the weekend in her adopted parents’ home while the Cullen boys went camping on Mt. Rainier; as innocent a gathering as could be expected. In their eyes, there was absolutely nothing to be worried about; their daughter was spending time with a respectable family, under the watchful eye of the doctor’s lovely wife Esme, surrounded by her charming boyfriend’s female sibling… only the camping trip wasn’t as exclusive as you had let on, and you would instead be spending time at the Cullen residence with Jasper. He had come to escort you to his home, dressed to the nines in the best hiking gear money could buy, shaking your father’s hand with a polite smile before leading you into the passenger seat of the silver Volvo he had borrowed from his brother. It may have been suggested that his brother’s car was a safer option than his motorcycle, and with the understanding that you preferred your father didn’t collapse into cardiac arrest, Jasper had agreed to sacrifice his preferred mode of transportation for the unassuming vehicle you now found yourself within. Jasper slid effortlessly into the driver’s seat, bidding your parents goodnight before settling in beside you, sealing the normalcy of the world away with the hushed suction of a closing door. It wasn’t long before the delectable scent of him flooded your airspace, perfuming your world with hints of lavender and sandalwood, intoxicating you with the sheer beauty of his presence. His eyes remained glued on the rear-view mirror as he backed out of your driveway, exhibiting proper driving technique while in your parents’ line of sight, proceeding down your street for at least a minute before his hand found yours between the seats, the chill of his skin soothing the worry from your brow. The entirety of his family was as far north as Canada on a hunting trip. You and Jasper would be completely alone.

“Hey, relax, darlin’. It’s just me,” he whispered, his butterscotch eyes finding yours within the dimly-lit cabin of the Volvo, his features illuminated by the neon of the dashboard instruments. He had no need to look at the road; his peripheral vision was just as attentive as his eyes were on you, and his reflexes quicker than anything that could possibly present as an obstacle in front of your vehicle. His thumb traced circles against the backside of your hand, massaging the stress from your body, if not your mind. Sure, it was just him. He couldn’t have stated the sole reason behind the surges of anxiety that flooded your body any simpler than that; it was just him, and just you, alone together for an entire weekend. It was a major advance in your relationship, and he was a poster child for collected calm, as if tonight were no different than any other. You ducked your head, squeezing his hand lightly, marveling momentarily at the give of his alabaster skin… so hard, yet so soft. You wondered, briefly, how the rest of him might feel… You straightened your thoughts, tidying the corners of your mind until every last straying image was safely swept into order, thanking your lucky stars that Jasper wasn’t the family’s mind reader. Jasper didn’t ask what had you so wrought with tension; you had a good idea he knew, but was far too polite to voice his suspicions, a perfect Southern gentleman to the very end. Instead, his mind flooded through the stagnant air and into yours, warming your limbs in waves as a feather-light cloak of ease hushed over your body, his eyes fighting to coax yours out of hiding before he settled for merely gazing in your direction. “I love you,” he promised, his whisper low and aflame with the heat of his truth, the tenor of his voice ringing with honesty as his eyes burnt twin holes in your temple. You lifted your gaze to his, losing yourself briefly in the honey of his stare, his smile eliciting your own as he turned the steering wheel, his grip so certain, so sure, his eyes only leaving yours for a moment. When the hypnosis of his eyes was broken, you redirected your eyes to stare aimlessly out the window, watching the cedars pass in blurred patches of emerald darkened and diluted by the ink of the night.

“I’m okay, Jasper. You don’t have to… calm me down,” you chuckled, your laugh almost foreign to your own ears, speaking to the reflection of his eyes mirrored in the glare the utilities projected onto the glass of the window. “I’m good, really. Thank you, though, for offering. You’re a sweetheart.” Jasper’s brow lifted in disbelief, hearing the confident lie roll from between your lips on the back of a wave of compromising emotion, your unease as plain to him as your voice was clear. You rolled your eyes, smirking as you tightened your hold on his hand. “Alright, I’m a little upset that Rose won’t be joining us. You’ve caught me.” Jasper let loose a quiet laugh, his lips thin as he fought the urge to bend to your humour, his mind still obviously distracted by your physical discomfort. Even if he were unable to taste the tone of your emotions, he would have heard the stammer of your heart as it frantically sought an escape route through the spaces between your ribs. He shook his head a fraction, as if to align his thoughts, his palm spreading over your knee, gently smoothing over your denim with a more human breed of comfort, leaving your reasoning to stand alone, no prodding or inquiries involved. You watched the forest flash by, your heart thrumming in your chest like the wings of a hummingbird, your pulse skyrocketing as Jasper pulled into the extended driveway leading to the Cullen household. He sighed to hear so obvious a sign of distress, his lips pressed into a fine line when you turned to address the sound, his eyes concerned as he analyzed the winding path through the thick of the forest. You were silent when the car pulled up before the intimidating house, your hands clasped in your lap as Jasper removed the keys from the ignition, quieting the engine and enhancing the leaden stillness that surrounded the two of you. He exhaled deeply, turning in his seat until he was facing you straight-on, his hands reaching for yours, the smooth marble of his skin sparking against you, adrenaline coursing through your veins like venom.

“Y/n, would you please let me help you?” he asked, his voice pleading and sincere, you met his eye, smiling halfheartedly, your cheeks burning with the flow of blood that rushed to warm your face. His brow knotted with helpless worry, his eyes bright with the extent of his agitation to see you so restless. “At least tell me why you’re so nervous?” he pleaded, his palm covering your own, sending thrills roiling through to settle in the pit of your stomach, your body warm beneath his comparably frigid touch. You shrugged, searching for words polite enough, innocent enough, harmless enough that you wouldn’t end up offending or causing any confusion. Jasper’s hand extending toward your face, cradling your cheek in the silken palm of his hand, his thumb working over your cheekbone, brushing just beneath your eye. “There’s nothing to be afraid of. You can tell me anything, darlin’, it’s part of the package. Trust me, there’s nothing you could say that would drive me away, nothing you could say that’d… wound me. I’m virtually indestructible, remember?” you giggled then, surprised at the tremor in your voice, your eyes watering just slightly, your cheeks burning brighter as you became aware of the sensation. Jasper’s hand remained on your cheek, his fingers coaxing an answer from your lips, or perhaps your mind, his eyes anxiously awaiting your reply. You felt the air rush from your lungs, your brain resolving to spill your fear at his feet before your body could revert to your more primal instincts and reject your intention.

“I’m just…” you paused briefly, your heart seizing in your chest, prompting Jasper to respond with a much-needed surge of calm. You cleared your throat then, your eyes finding his in the dark. “Thanks. I’m just… I know what this is about.” Your words hung in the air, speaking volumes while saying so little. Jasper’s jaw clenched visibly, catching the intention behind your blanketed statement, his hand moving downward to rest against your neck, your pulse racing beneath his palm, his skin tantalizing yours. He didn’t make any move to speak, or to leave the vehicle, awaiting further explanation despite his clear understanding. “I mean, I guess it’s just… we’re alone, Jasper. Truly alone, and I…” your voice trailed off, your eyes melting into his, the tides of borrowed calm lapping at your feet as Jasper lent you the ease to continue. “I’ve never done this before.” Realization flickered behind his eyes for the briefest moment before quickly, professionally, he returned to his previous standing, his features open and curious. “I’m just nervous, is all.” Jasper grinned sympathetically, his eyes dancing on yours.

“Terrified, it feels like.” You lowered your gaze, embarrassed, only to find Jasper’s index finger at your chin, lifting you back to meet his eyes, his features soft and gentle. “We’re not going to do anything you aren’t prepared to do, you have my word as a gentleman. It’s enough for me just to spend time with you, no time constraints, no prying eyes, no interruptions. I’m in this for you, Y/n, and nothing else. I love you. If you want to go slow, we’ll go slow. We can crawl forward, for all I care, so long as we’re together. I am perfectly content with whatever you choose to do.” You smiled, thankful, leaning toward him to close the space between you, your lips pressing against his. He returned the tender affection you offered to him, his lips molding to fit yours perfectly, his hand winding through your hair, holding you as delicately as if you were made of glass, separating only when the car’s headlights clicked off from lack of movement. “You ready? To head inside, I mean?” You giggled, nodding your confirmation to his double-edged inquiry, your heart leaping in your chest when he disappeared from his seat, your door opening swiftly at your side. Within a single breath, he had lifted you from the seat, holding you in his arms like a newlywed bride, kicking the door closed before walking as easily as if he were unburdened towards your house, abandoning your overnight bag in the backseat. You laughed aloud at his pageantry, his eyes rolling at your reaction. “It seemed appropriate, Miss, to walk you over the threshold. I’m attempting romance; don’t go injuring my ego.” He continued forward, smirking when you mumbled pointedly about his claim of indestructibility. He strode over the polished floorboards, pressing a kiss to your hairline when you clung to his shoulders after he set you on the couch. You wrapped your arms around his neck, refusing to release your grip as he moved to stand, your heart racing as he playfully fell on top of you, bent by your iron strength. His lips pressed against your throat, his honey hair sweeping against your cheek as he wrestled with your human weakness, contorting until you were cradled in his arms, his eyes glowing warmly behind the thick fringe of his eyelashes. He paused, then, noticing for the first time the subtle shift in your emotions. “What…?” he began, your lips pressing to the corner of his mouth.

“I’m…” you began, your voice feeble and weak, your fingers threading through the golden strands of his hair, his eyelids fluttering at your touch, searching yours for answers you had yet to properly advocate. You returned his open stare, your hands trembling as they cupped his cheeks, your thumbs stammering over his cheekbones. “Jasper…” His breathing was shallower, quicker, his lips parting as he prepared to speak.

“I thought you were…” you inhaled the scent of him, so much stronger now that you were all but pressed against each other, watching him come to his conclusions. “You said you were nervous? You’re still nervous, I can… I can feel it, but…” his voice trailed off, his head shaking once between your hands. “Y/n,” he breathed, your name an oath on his lips. “Do you want this?” Your cheeks burned under his stare, your heart thrumming with a strength you hadn’t imagined possible, your head nodding when you found your voice had failed you. Jasper swallowed then, his voice producing a soft, sensuous tone, blossoming into the silence instead of interrupting it. “You’re sure?” You nodded once more, pressing your lips to his as you finally spoke your reply.

“Yes.” He moved against you as you had never known him to move, his tongue darting over your lip with a slow, sugared patience, his arms wrapping securely beneath you before he moved to stand, hoisting you once more into his arms, his lips never parting from yours. His body was marble-hard beneath your hands as he ghosted up the stairway, moving with inhuman speed to the sanctity of his bedroom. He laid you atop his sheets, resting your head against his pillows, moving to hover over you in the same movement, his weight suspended above you. He tucked a stray strand of your hair behind your ear, his fingertip lingering on your jaw, his eyes lavishing you as if you were the most precious stone, or perhaps an idol forgotten by all but him. He waited for your approval, his eyes watching yours, a delightfully warm sense of calm licking at the soles of your feet when your nerves tightened in your stomach. “There’s no need. I’m okay.” He arched his brow, his influence retracting as you stroked his cheek, your touch tender as you worshiped his flesh. “I love you, Jasper.” His eyes burned from within, his lips repeating your vow as he descended on your lips.

“I love you.” He melted against you, his every muscle, every inch of his skin pressing against your body, his fingers working the fabric from your waist, parting from his kiss to remove your garment completely. You shied away from his gaze for the span of a minute, opening once again when he had removed his own shirt, his hands tentatively caressing the skin at the bottom of your rib cage. “So beautiful…” he whispered, his lips lowering to press slow, honeyed kiss to your abdomen. Your hands instinctively tangled in his hair as his hands worked the button of your jeans, undoing your pants and working them from your legs, leaving you bare before him in your undergarments. His hands found your hips, then, lifting you from the sheets until you were pressed against his chest. Your fingertips trailed curiously down the center of his chest, reaching lower and lower until you discovered the waistline of his jeans. His breath caught with your own when, surprising the both of you, your hand wandered further south, brushing timidly against the bulge his pants concealed. His eyes met yours then, blurred by the relative darkness, boring holes into your very soul. He was still in your arms, moving only when you did, your hand shifting along the coarse denim as you traveled upward to unbutton his pants. His chest expanded beautifully, his lips crashing against yours, moving swiftly to the line of your jaw, marking you with fervent kisses. You worked the button loose, and Jasper was standing by the bed, kicking his pants off entirely before crawling above you, his hand ghosting over the cup of your bra. You thrilled at the contact, arching your back to make the process of unhooking the garment easier. You wriggled free of your straps, watching Jasper’s eyes devour the sight of your uncovered chest, his hands moving with a patient slowness to cup your breast in the palm of his hand. Your breath rushed from your lungs, Jasper’s eyes flitting to your face, your lips parted in bliss. He smiled, then, before his fingers were working beneath the waistband of your underwear, slipping the fabric down your legs until it no longer clung to your body. He pulled you once more into a kneeling position, his eyes hungry on yours.

Your heart hammered in your chest, your nerves alight with naked electricity as Jasper knelt before you, removing the last piece of clothing that masked the full glory of his chiseled body, his eyes never leaving your face as he worked himself free of his underwear, his erection uncovered, the both of you bare before each other. You inched toward him instinctively, his body reacting in a similar fashion, his hands closing around your waist as he dissolved the distance between you. His palms stroked your hips as his lips found yours, his passion translating fluidly from his mouth to yours, his hands clinging to your back as he settled you back against the pillows, his body arching over yours. Your hands moved to tangle once more in his hair, stopping suddenly in their path as Jasper’s hand caught your wrist, his eyes on yours as he kissed the tips of your fingers. You pressed on, your hands at the nape of his neck, his eyelids closed in bliss as your lips found the muscle of his shoulder, a small sound of pleasure escaping from between his lips. He hovered over you, straightening moments later, his hands parting your legs with gentle precision. He nestled himself between your thighs, his eyes never once leaving your burning face, his hands massaging the creases of your hips. You nodded, almost desperately, reaching to pull his body back over yours as he prodded against your entrance. Your mouth opened at the carnal contact, your cheeks warm with the fire of your blood as Jasper eased himself inside of you, his eyes burning with a heat you didn’t know him capable of as he shifted his hips, working himself deep within you. He moved slowly then, until he stilled, his lips at your ear, pressing a kiss to your cheek before speaking your name. Your fingers clung to his back, urging him forward.

He obliged, thrusting deep within you, his movements subtle and captivating, his every shudder sending you gasping for breath where none existed. He rolled his hips, his lips on your neck, your hands grasping for a holding on his shoulders. He moved slowly, patiently, enjoying and allowing you to enjoy every sensitive inch of him inside you, his hand moving to grasp your hip as he thrust within you. He rolled sideways, lifting you with his movement until you rested on top of him, his arms propelling him to a seated position, his hands deftly re-positioning your legs until they wrapped more securely around his waist. His eyes, heavy-lidded, were locked on yours like a magnet as he lifted your hips and lowered you onto him, your breath rushing from your lungs, carrying his name on a low moan. He smiled, pressing his joy to your collarbone as be repeated the movement, your voice producing sound without formulating words. Jasper’s movements became faster, though never rushed or hurried, his hands grasping your hips with a tender security, his breathing laboured as your body began to tremble. Your mind was clouded, the pulses of his hips meeting your own sending deafening waves of pleasure through your body, concentrated at the meeting of your bodies. Your mouth was open over a wordless cry as you clung to all you could, holding his gaze with the will of one desperate for salvation, your breathless whisper of his name the last conscious sound you made before you collapsed against his chest, your body humming with ecstasy. He shuddered beneath you, thrusting through his high, his hands smoothing over the curve of your spine before he stilled within you, his head tipping backwards. You lifted your face from his shoulder, resting your forehead against his, catching your breath together, your fingers tracing the lines of his cheekbones. He smiled, breathless with love, his hands cradling your cheeks to bring your lips to his, punctuating the night with the sweetness of a kiss.

He held you as you both collapsed to the sheets, your legs tangled blissfully, your cheek resting on the firm muscle of his chest. He reached blindly for his bed sheets, covering what he could of your body before resting fully against the pillows. You traced the lines of his chest, your heart calming as your breath regained stability. Jasper’s fingers toyed absentmindedly with strands of your hair, his quiet breathing lulling you to sleep, your bodies melted together as evidence of your devotion, safe in the comfort of his loving arms.

Let Me Help You

Fandom: Twilight

Word count: 2332

Characters: Paul x reader, Jared, Sam, Emily, the rest of Sam’s pack

Warnings: mentions of asshole parents, reader cutting herself off, reference to Paul’s anger management issues

Summary: After Paul imprints on you, he changes your attitude to the world.

The summer job in Forks was only supposed to be a temporary stop-off. After you graduated and your parents kicked you out, you’d taken off on a trip across America. Where you could, you picked up jobs to covers the costs of fuel and food and somewhere to stay, and coasting along by yourself suited you just fine. It was more peaceful that way.

You had no doubt that, if Paul hadn’t walked into your life, you may well have spent the rest of it living that way.

As it was, though, you’d been working at a supermarket checkout when you looked up to see one of the most muscular men you’d ever seen staring down at you. He was hot, but that wasn’t why you’d kept looking back.

In that moment, it felt like everything else had ceased to exist. There was an expression of wonder in the stranger’s face as he looked at you, and you’d felt drawn to him in a way you’d never felt about anyone else. It was intense, and it was scary.

Then he grinned, still looking wonderstruck, and held out his hand. “Paul Lahote.”

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Request: @myhopeisinfinite -  can you write a twilight one shot where paul gets jealous and him and the reader have a fight but make up? with fluff and angst please:)

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“I’ll go get us some drinks.” Paul announced before leaving his spot next to you on the couch.

“Don’t take too long.” You smiled as he walked off through the crowds of people in search of some beverages.

One of your close friends decided to throw a party, so naturally, you invited Paul to come with you. He was more than willing, of course. That was one of the many things you had come to like about Paul. He was always open-minded and down to do anything. His carefree attitude always put you at ease.

It wasn’t until a few minutes later that you felt the weight of the couch shift. Assuming it was Paul, you looked up from your phone only to find somebody else in his place.

“Jeremy?” You exclaimed.

“Y/N!” He beamed. “It’s been so long.”

Paul returned just in time to see your childhood friend pull you into an unexpected hug. Nonetheless, you hugged him back to be polite. Paul continued to watch from where he stood as the boy whispered something in your ear, and you laughed.

“Wow. How have you been? You’ve definitely changed since I’ve last seen you..” Jeremy pulled back, eyeing you up and down, which you failed to notice.

That did not, however, go unnoticed by Paul, who immediately stormed over to the both of you.

“Hey, babe.” He greeted you, placing the drinks on the table and taking a seat on your left. “Who’s this?”

“Paul, this is Jeremy. An old friend of mine.” You smiled. “Jeremy, this is Paul, my-”

“Her boyfriend.” Paul interjected a little too aggressively.

As you continued making conversation with Jeremy, trying to catch up, Paul began whispering dirty things into your ear. He started peppering intimate kisses up and down your neck, all the while looking at Jeremy, ensuring that he got the message that you were taken. It wasn’t long until Jeremy hastily muttered an excuse to leave.

“What the hell was that?!” You turned to Paul.

“What the hell was what?” He smirked in response.

You rolled your eyes in irritation. “Get up. We’re leaving.”

“What? We just got here.”

“I’m mad at you.”

Despite his protests, he followed you through the crowds of people and out of the house. It was silent until you reached his car.

“I can’t believe you!” You yelled, getting into the passenger seat. “I haven’t seen him in forever, and you- You just chase him away!”

“He was looking at you like you were a snack, Y/N.” He countered.

“No, he wasn’t. And what you did was so uncalled for. Did you see the look on the poor guy’s face?”

“Yeah, it was great.” He snickered rather proudly.

“Gosh, Paul. Is this all just some big joke to you?” You barked. “Can you for once just trust me to be within 5 feet of another guy?”

“Y/N, you know it’s not you I don’t trust. It’s him. He was obviously trying to make a move on you-”

“No, Paul. He wasn’t. You just read into things too easily. And even if he was, I could’ve taken care of it myself.” You grumbled angrily. “Whatever, just take me home.”

He sighed before starting the ignition. The whole drive was silent until you reached your home. As you were about to open the car door, Paul reached out and grabbed your wrist gently, making you turn and face him.

“Y/N, listen.” He began. “I’m sorry. I just- I’m so afraid that you’d leave me for someone else. Someone who can make you happier. Half the time, I feel like I don’t even deserve you. I really just don’t want to lose you.”

Your gaze softened at his words. You sighed, placing your hands on either sides of his cheeks, your fingers tangling in his hair.

“Paul. Never once in our time together have I considered leaving you.” You reassured him, rubbing your fingers gently against his skin. “Even when you do stupid shit like this.”

He chuckled lightly.

“I love you so much, and I never feel as happy as I do with you. But there are some things you need to let me handle on my own, all right?”

He nodded understandingly, bringing your hands to his lips, kissing your knuckles.

“Although, I have to say.” You giggled. “I’m quite impressed. Last time you got jealous, you phased and chased Embry down for hours.”

“We don’t talk about that.” His face reddened at the memory before he closed the gap between the both of you, placing his lips on top of yours.

dionesyia  asked:

I'd really love a oneshot about Carlisle struggling with a mild case of jealousy. Like his SO talks to someone else, and is all nice and smiley because that's the person they are and Carlisle KNOWS that and he really does know better BUT DOES THIS GUY REALLY NEED TO STAND SO CLOSE TO THEM?

There were few things that Carlisle prided himself on. There was his self control, of course, as well as his ability to easily connect with people. It was a quiet sort of dignity, internalized and never boasted about, because that’s just how Carlisle was, wasn’t he? Humble. Vanity certainly didn’t suit him. But there was one thing in particular, something that only Carlisle was capable of, that would occasionally go to his head.

It was you, or more specifically your eyes, and the way they came to life when he was with you. The way they widened in his presence, the way your pupils dilated the longer he engaged you, the way they focused in on him like he was the most captivating thing they ever saw. And there was always this animate twinkle in those beautiful, dark irises, a subtle glistening that Carlisle knew was for him and only him, akin to a shooting star streaking the black sky—striking and uplifting. 

And when Carlisle saw that twinkle—his twinkle—shimmering vibrantly in your eyes while in the presence of another man, something wildly unpleasant tore open in his chest, clawing up his throat and threatening to burst through his clenched jaw. Suddenly the air in the room was thicker, more suffocating, and Carlisle swore he could feel perspiration prickling on his hairline when the man leaned in closer towards you with an easy grin. 

It was a blow to the gut when you smiled back, when the stranger continued to bask in your glowing gaze. And Carlisle knew you were just being nice, he knew better than to let something so juvenile gnaw at him like this, but did this guy seriously just take another step closer to you? 

A red fog creeped in through his peripheral vision, and a deep, guttural growl resonated in his chest, like a low rumble of thunder reverberating from the earthy floor and shuddering the branches of a tree. His upper lip twitched threateningly, and Carlisle had to resist the overwhelming urge to bare his teeth. He may be falling apart on the inside, but he was not about to lose his hold on his self control too.

Your name scratched its way up his raw throat, the strained sound begging your eyes to flicker over to where Carlisle was standing off with rigid shoulders. He tried a smile, tightlipped but still sincere, and you smiled softly in response. He heard you mutter a brief ‘excuse me’ before you started walking over to him, the smile on your face never faltering as your scent grew stronger and stronger with each step you made.

If someone asked Carlisle why he did what he did next, he would say that he truthfully didn’t know. Maybe it was the harrowing jealousy banging its fists against his ribcage. Maybe it was your intoxicating, delectable aroma clouding his judgement. Maybe it was that damned twinkle that was dancing in your eyes as you approached him. Maybe it was all three together.

The exact second you were at arms length from him, Carlisle’s fingers hooked into the belt loops of your jeans and yanked you forward, chests and mouths roughly colliding. Another growl vibrated between your bodies as his lips greedily attacked yours, his tongue dominating, claiming, while unusually forceful fingers and sturdy palms encircled your neck to better control the kiss. His teeth stung as they sunk into your bottom lip, and he swallowed your gasp with a wide, hungry mouth. 

Carlisle ended the kiss abruptly, parting from your lips with a wet, salacious smack, the hands on your neck sliding up to frame your face and hold your head steady. He dragged the pad of his thumb possessively over your spit-slicked lips, and as he took in your hooded eyelids and rosy cheeks, he discovered another thing he could pride himself on; he was the only person who got to see you like this—so undone and wanton.

You swallowed, taking a steadying breath in before self-consciously narrowing your eyes. “People are staring, Carlisle.”

An uncharacteristically wicked smirk pulled at his lips, and he let his gaze cast over your shoulder to the now appalled man, a triumphant swell in his chest urging his smirk into a wide grin. “Good.”

He looked down at you again, pressing another brief kiss to your lips before finally letting his hands fall from your face, a warmth spreading from his chest, traveling up his neck when your eyes twinkled happily—his twinkle.

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Pairing: Jasper/Mate!Reader
Words: 752
Based on this imagine from @imaginetwilight

A/N: Warning: Dominant Partner, Jealousy, Fighting (I over trigger warn to cover all the bases, just in case…. you never know.) 


Emmett, you could tell, was not going to hold back. In fact, his posture suggested the very opposite. He was going to show off as much as he could to impress Rosalie, and hopefully help him score tonight. And you nearly rolled your eyes at his antics. Jasper was the opposite, knowing that him showing some gentlemanly behavior would give him some brownie points.

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Deprivation

Jasper Hale imagine requested by anon! “The reader is having nightmares and isn’t really sleeping but doesn’t tell Jasper out of fear of worrying him but he begins sensing her exhaustion and knows how to comfort her through both his powers and how long they’ve been dating and is able to both confront and comfort her? Thank you so much.” Hope you like it!

It was the fourth night adhering to your newfound, and limited, sleep schedule. You lay awake, your cheek resting softly against the marble chest of your boyfriend, his skin chilling your cheekbone against all odds, cold piercing through the thin fabric of his shirt, his fingertips lazing gently along the curvature of your spine. He knew you were awake, though the two of you exchanged no words, his unnecessary breath keeping time with yours, lungs filling in tandem. The air was stagnant in your bedroom, flooded with notes of aged fabric and filling sweetly with the intoxicating scent that lifted so easily from Jasper’s skin. It was not an uncomfortable environment to find yourself sleepless within. Hell, the only surface you could find that may have been harder than Jasper’s slow-moving chest was concrete, and still you found yourself at ease and entirely relaxed against the plains of his body. With the warmth of your blanket’s cotton embrace and the familiar chill of Jasper’s holding you close, it was almost laughable how you couldn’t bear to fall asleep. The world’s most particular infant would be out in seconds… and yet you laid awake, your eyes blinking senselessly into the darkness of your room, tracing shadows, counting breath, and fighting the urge to sleep.

Jasper’s fingers swirled unseen circles against the curve of your shoulder blades, his touch hovering with determined delicacy, always aware of the damage he could cause with a thoughtless flick of his wrist. Your eyes closed peacefully, your lashes whispering against his shirt, your steady intake of breath exaggerated some by the facade of sleepiness you hoped you exuded. In truth, there was no escaping the truth of your situation. Jasper, even without his heightened empathy, would have been able to tell your falsehoods from sincerity as easily as he could identify your face in a crowd of strangers. Still, you were dead-set on keeping your internal struggle from being brought to light beneath the vampire’s nose. The last thing you needed was to have Jasper hovering over your headboard as you slept, overly-concerned for your well-being, religiously controlling the thermostat and amount of light entering your room as he fought to give you the night’s sleep you deserved. No, Jasper couldn’t be brought into the loop; you distinctly remembered the expression that had set into his features when you let slip how afraid you were of vampires. This was before you knew of his family’s secret, of course, but the man had gone well out of his way to prove to you how gentle he could be, how kind, how safe before finally telling you why he skipped school during the blood drive and how he had run so far so fast when a passerby tripped on the pavement during your late-night outing in Port Angeles.

Your conviction had been watertight nights one and two, but you found yourself slipping the last two days; if only you could charm a mental nudge from Jasper, just enough to calm you down, perhaps you wouldn’t see the startling images that painted themselves across your eyelids when you tried to sleep. Pictures of death, portraits of scattered limbs… a thousand vampires, their pupils blown wide within frames of violent crimson, sinking their teeth into every exposed inch of Jasper’s flesh as he thrashed and writhed in pain. He did not bleed, but the injury was obvious. He did not speak, but his wordless, sometimes voiceless cries were exponentially worse to witness. When they tore his arms from their sockets, his face contorted in agony. When they hurled him in your direction, his eyes terrified as he absorbed the full extent of his environment, you could hardly bear to watch. When the vampires crowded about you, their ravenous eyes torn between their two victims, you could only watch. This was usually when he began to speak, his sentences punctuated with shouts of pain as more and more hands became claws around his neck. You felt it, then; the ripping, the tearing of your flesh as the mob descended. Jasper, of course, could do nothing but watch. You found yourself, for once, on equal ground. When you woke, the image of Jasper’s head lifted above the crowd of newborns was still branded into the front of your mind. Jasper’s hands would smooth over your hair, as they did now, his voice a soothing force in the inky darkness.

“You walk like the dead all day, but when it comes time you can’t sleep?” he whispered into the shadows, his fingers trailing upward along the back of your neck, his palm smoothing over the strands of your hair. His voice was like honey, dripping slowly through the summer’s heat, catching the sunset’s rays as it descended. You lifted your face to meet his gaze, his butterscotch eyes gleaming in the lack of light. His hair harvested the moonlight as it shone, just barely, through your curtains. He adjusted himself to better accommodate your new position, inching himself into a seated stance before inviting you to his chest once more, his arms closing around your waist as you nestled yourself into his lap. He inhaled slowly, his eyes burning from within with adoration, almost enough adoration to hide the underlying concern that threatened to douse the flames until they were no more than embers. He lifted a hand to cradle your cheek, his palm frigid to the touch, your body too accustomed to his radical temperature to flinch. He smiled a slow, easy smile, his lips upturned in the corners, his face relaxed. “Tell me what’s wrong,” he offered, his words neither command nor inquiry, his features betraying nothing. If you had been strangers, you would have believed him to be impartial to your answer, uncaring on the subject of if he ever got one… but you knew him. He was already half-mad with worry. You returned his quiet smile, your eyes bleary from lack of sleep, your muscles aching from the absence of rest.

“I’m fine, Jazz. A little insomnia never killed anyone, I can promise you that.” You ran your fingers absentmindedly through waves of his golden hair, his eyes closing at your touch. He sighed blissfully, his hands dropping to your waist, his thumbs working into your hipbones as your hands fell to the nape of his neck, your fingers interlacing to secure your hands at the back of his neck. Jasper’s eyes washed over your face, his brow pinching as he took you in. “I wish you’d stop worrying so much. Really, I’m fine. Loads of people have sleepless nights. It’s not as big a deal as you think.” He parted his lips to counter your claim, but you continued over his unspoken argument. “Jasper, it’s a human thing. A night or two without sleep isn’t the plague. I’m going to be fine.” He lifted his hand to your face, his fingers smoothing over your cheekbone, his thumb moving to caress the bags beneath your eyes. They looked more like bruises every day, each night darkening and deepening the external effects of your deprivation.

“You’re not fine, Y/n. If I couldn’t hear your heart beating, couldn’t feel how warm you are, couldn’t smell your blood like perfume, you could convince me you were bit four days ago and I wouldn’t call your bluff. You look more and more like me every day.” His hand fell to your shoulder, smoothing over your arm until your hand had moved to meet his between your bodies. He twined his fingers with your own, his eyes bright with anxiety. “If you tell me why you’re so afraid, I could help you. You know I could.” You rested your forehead against his own, your breath expelling from your lungs in a single, weightless huff. Jasper tilted his head, freeing his hand from your hold to guide your head to his shoulder, the hand he had held at your waist smoothing upward until it rubbed against the middle of your back. His voice was a melodic whisper against your hair. “I’ve never seen you so exhausted. Tell me how I can help you, and I’ll do it. I’ll do anything.” You felt tears well along your waterlines; frustration-born and embarrassing, saltwater flowed down over your cheekbones, making contact with the shoulder of Jasper’s shirt, his hands slowing against your back, his palm abandoning your hair to smudge the tears along your cheek, breaking their trails as they fell. “You can tell me anything, darlin’. I’ve probably heard a lot worse.” You collapsed against him, your body giving out under the strain of your sleeplessness.

“I keep seeing it. Every time I try to sleep I see it happen, over and over. I thought it would go away, but it keeps getting worse. For the past week and a half I’ve been having this… this… terrifying dream. It’s only just gotten to the point where I can’t even close my eyes without seeing it all… happen again. It used to be once a night, then twice a night, but now…” you inhaled, your breath trembling as it flooded your lungs. “It’s always the same scene. You’re alone on a field, wearing Calvary greys, but your eyes are still so bright, so warm. I see you look around like you’re trapped, see them rush you from all around, and there are so many of them. They keep biting you, here and here and here,” you whimpered, further emphasizing your tale of terror as your fingers traced, by memory, the ridges of his numerous scars. “Then they start to tear at you, and you’re screaming and I can’t do anything to help, but I want to, so I feel myself reaching forward and suddenly I’m there, with you, and all of them turn to me like they’re starving and I’m a feast. Half of them keep ripping pieces of you away, the other start ripping at me, and just before I wake up I see your head come off.” Jasper’s breath had ceased, his hands frozen along the expanse of your back, his eyes glued to your face as you spun your nightmare into verbal reality, shaking your head all the while as if to dash the very thoughts from your brain. “And I know it’s ridiculous to even think that this could happen, but it’s not so much a thing of the present or future as it is a peephole into the past. I know at least some of this happened to you, Jasper, I know what could happen if anything like what you faced with Maria comes to Forks. And I can’t bear to lose you, can’t stand to think about it. I have to stay awake so I know you’re okay because every time I close my eyes I can’t be sur-” Jasper’s lips found your own then, his mouth working over yours with a heated passion you had hardly ever witnessed before. His hand tangled in your hair, his palm pressing against the small of your back to secure your body to his. He parted his lips from yours, pressing kisses against your cheek, your forehead, his breath flowing freely over your skin. When he leveled his eyes with yours, his gaze was a blaze of impossible love. He held your face between both of his palms, his hold on yours both gentle and firm. You could look nowhere else but into his eyes.

“Y/n, we’re not in danger here. I’m far detached from the armies of newborns that destroy the southern cities. I haven’t seen or heard from Maria in close to a hundred years. She and her masses of untrained soldiers are no threat to us. I’ve been bit before, of course, but that was when I was a newborn myself. Nowadays, I doubt any of them would be able to touch me. They would never come close enough to touch you, not by ten miles. On my honour, they wouldn’t even catch the scent of you before they were burning in pieces. I’m not looking for fights, and I don’t expect to find one on our doorstep anytime soon. You have my word. There’s nothing to be worried about. I promise to keep my head set firmly on my shoulders so long as you keep yours, and that requires sleep, darlin’.” A giggle escaped your lips, watered-down slightly from the recent flow of tears from your eyes. Jasper’s grin was near blinding in the darkness. “Come on, now. Close your eyes. We’ll both be here when you wake up.” You nodded your head, your body collapsing further against the hardened muscles of Jasper’s torso. You lifted your head for a brief moment, your eyes locked on his.

“Could you do your mind thing? With the…” Jasper nodded solemnly, the shadow of a grin itching at the corner of his mouth as a warming wave of comfort washed over your limbs like an ocean breeze. You smiled, content, pressing your lips to his jaw before resting your cheek against his shoulder once more, his smile now clearly visible. “Thank you,” you breathed, Jasper’s borrowed comfort easing your eyes closed, your every exhale deepening your state of relaxation until your mind began to fog over. You felt a pang of fear tighten in your chest, followed swiftly by a rush of serenity and ease. You slowly faded away to sleep, Jasper’s hands tracing the ridges of your spine as you lifted from reality to settle in the meadow of a dream.

Protector

paring: Sam Uley x Reader

fandom: twilight

request: Hey! If it’s not too much trouble, could I request a jealous/protective Sam Uley Oneshot? Maybe like the reader likes Sam but thinks he likes someone else, so they back off and eventually try to move on with someone else (despite still loving Sam) and Sam gets really jealous? Thank you so much ❤😊 ((sorry if that’s too specific)) 

@nekodemon73 @kumpmk @is-that-not-something @un-education @bookswillfindyouaway



Waves of the ocean crashing against the shore on a beautiful day. The sun, for once had come out. One of those rare occasions in this town where it always seemed to be raining.
The weather didn’t match your mood, rain would have been more appropriate. The others were joking around but your eyes were solely focus on Sam and the girl he was talking to.
He’d never be interested in you, wouldn’t he? All he ever saw was that little girl he grew up with. Even though that’s not who you were anymore it was all he’d see when looking at you.

“Heading out!” Running out of the house and making your way to the street you yell back at your friend, “See you later Seth.”
A friend from town had invited you for a night out and it had been a welcome distraction. Maybe moving on with someone else would get rid of your hopeless crush on Sam.

After your third drink you were nowhere near drunk but a little buzzed which made it easier to talk to strangers, relax and forget your worries. The world always seemed so much happier and better, though only for that one night. That feeling never lasted, making it a dangerous game.

The guy who suddenly started talking to you got your attention and made you stop thinking about everything that was going on in your head. He was reasonable attractive, not really your type but what did it matter? It was just a conversation, something to keep you busy and your mind from wandering to unwanted topics.
One drink and an hour later he got a bit too close and handsy for your comfort. You subtly move a bit away from him, trying to get some distance and excuse yourself soon after.
“You’re coming home with me.”
Your heart sinks for a moment, shock and horror washing over your face. The pressure on your arm makes you wince. When you turn around, you’re not looking into the face you dreaded to see.
Sam? A confused look passes your face before anger takes over. What did he do in here?
“Sam, what are you doing here?”
“Looking out for you.”
“How did you even know where I was?”
“Heard you talking to Seth earlier.”

It was his protective older brother attitude acting up again. Though he wasn’t your brother or older than you since you were the same age.
“I can look out for myself, go home!” You hiss, his presence making you angry. Even when you tried not to think about him, he magically appeared anyway.
“I will but you’re coming too. I’m not leaving you with this scumbag.” He says, motioning over to the guy you left sitting on one of the tables.
“No, I’m thoroughly enjoying myself and don’t plan on going home alone tonight.” A blatant lie but you wanted him to leave you alone already.
Sam narrows his eyes at you, “If you want to hook up with someone so bad, you’ll do it with me but for now, we’re going home.”
The conversation for Sam is over because he already starts dragging you to the exit without another word. You didn’t want to leave with him but staying wasn’t such a great option either and there was something else on your mind as well. Did he really mean what he just proposed?

No Control

Fandom: Twilight

Word count: 2020

Characters: Jacob x reader, Sam, Paul, Jared, Billy

Warnings: angst, breakup of relationship

Summary: After Jacob imprints on Renesmee, his long-term girlfriend makes a discovery about herself.

For once, it was a sunny day in Forks. Really sunny, not weak sunlight straggling past clouds. You were supposed to be at home studying, but you couldn’t pass up a day like this. Especially not after your boyfriend turned up at your house at half past ten and told you that he was taking you to the beach.

Jacob ran his fingers through your hair gently as you lay in his lap. With everything that had been going on with the Cullens recently, it felt like the two of you hadn’t been spending enough time together. You didn’t resent him for it. You knew that he wanted you safe more than anything else.

But you had missed him like crazy.

Today, though, Seth and Leah were taking care of watching the Cullens so that he could be with you. Having a day like this one, when you could do nothing but lie on the beach and tease each other and kiss, reminded you exactly why you’d fallen in love with him in the first place. Werewolf or not (and you’d been pretty freaked when you heard about that one), days like this assured you of just how much he loved you.

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Good Morning

Fandom: Twilight

Word Count: 1060

Characters: Jacob x reader

Warnings: Slight sexual innuendos

Summary: An early morning alarm sets in motion a playful morning causing you to call in sick from work to spend more time with the adoring Jacob

 You flung your arm towards your night stand as the annoying chime of your alarm shattered your sweet sleep. As you rolled back over, you heard a distinct growl and a ‘humph’ from Jacob. You couldn’t hide your giggle, this only encouraged his pouting.

 "Y/N it is so early. Be quiet!“

“It isn’t that early, don’t be a baby”

“It is early if you got it in only a few hours ago after another late night patrol.”

“Awh, you poor pup. We are all so sorry for your suffering. Please excuse us mere folk that have to go into work today.”

 Then that was it, you had little to no time to react to being pulled on top of him. All of a sudden, you were laying on his broad chest and could feel his strong arms wrap around the small of your back tightly. He childishly said “No work for you today!” You fought his iron hold only half heartedly, knowing full well you couldn’t fight his impossible strength. After you were through trying to break free, you settled into the warmth of his body, particularly thankful for it on this cold Washington morning.

 You laid there enjoying the resting pitter patter of his heart, and sighed deeply. “Jake, I wanted to go for a run with Penny before work. That is why I am up so early. She’s been so restless since I have been so busy at the hospital. Poor puppy just wants some attention.”

 "I can take her later. Plus, I can think of a much better morning cardio session,“ he slyly added.

 Suddenly you feel his hands slide down your back into a much more PG 13 position. You giggled immediately, you always were a bit shy. Even though you were engaged to him, you still couldn’t talk about “it” without blushing violently. So you wiggled and squirmed, trying to break free of his hold, only to fail to even move an inch.

 None of it came from a place of not wanting him, it was all in fun. Of course you wanted him. Every time he even looked at you, you could feel a pleasant shiver shoot through your body. Your heart skipped a beat with every time he grabbed your hand, or put his hand on the small of your back as you crossed the street, or anytime he brushed a piece of your wild hair out of your face. You loved him, you adored him, and you could not deny he was a beautiful man. Many times you found yourself questioning your worthiness for his love. It was so pure and loyal, you never even imagined such a romance for yourself. Many times, on mornings just like this, you found yourself beyond thankful for that fateful day when your paths crossed.

 You pulled yourself up to be eye to eye. "Good morning pretty girl. Did you sleep ok?” he said. Even with harsh morning breath, this phrase melted you into him.

 "Much better once you joined me. The bed is too big without you.“

 He moved his hands up your body and landed a warm palm on your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb. ” I miss you more than you can know when we are apart. The world is too big without you next to me.“ He pulled you closer and your lips met with a static that jumpstarted your heart. As his tongue separated your lips, you felt your stomach do a small flip. As your mouth parted you let out a distinct moan and sigh, you could feel Jake smile and silently chuckle at you as you expired your desire and satisfaction.

 Immediately you knew you couldn’t let him win like that. You plotted revenge quickly in your head and went to work. You pulled his arms from your back and gently pinned them over his head. Pulling your lips from his, you started by kissing his forehead, moving to his cheeks, his lips again quickly, and then down his jaw line. You paused at a spot on his neck right above his shoulders. You could feel the goose bumps rise on his skin as you hungrily kissed this spot. You continue down his chest and towards his chiseled stomach. As you moved further south, you could feel his breathing quicken and his body tighten with anticipation and excitement. Your plan was working.

 You released his arms and took your legs from under his to straddle him around his knees. You could see him take shallow breaths, and knew this was the moment to strike. You quickly leaped from the bed and sprinted towards one of the spare bedrooms of your cottage. Slamming yourself silently into the closet, you shut the door and propped yourself against it.

 You heard a very loud "THAT WAS SO MEAN Y/N. I AM TOTALLY GOING TO GET YOU NOW.” You tried with all your might to conceal your giggle fit as you heard him crash around the house looking for you. With a brilliant stroke of genius, you bounced up and starting grabbing all your misfit clothes gone to die in the spare closet and threw them on as fast as you could.

 By the time he found you, you had put on 8 t-shirts, 4 hoodies, 1 giant puffy jacket, and 1 peacoat. You had managed to find 3 pairs of pants and a pair of ski pants to put on as well. You waddled out of the closet and said “Come and take it, baby” in your least sexy voice possible. Both of you burst into an uncontrollable laughter. You were laughing so hard, you couldn’t see through all your tears.

 When you finally laughed it out, Jake helped you take off all the layers. You were sweating from all the layers and commotion.  Jake took a look at the literal hot mess before him and said “Hit the showers hot stuff. I think it is very obvious that you are sick today, clearly you are running a fever and have the sweats. I will call the hospital and let them know you won’t be coming in. I have much more exciting things planned for us today pretty girl.” As you blushed at his hint, he smiled his brilliant smile and pulled your phone from the night stand and started dialing. You gave him a quick peck and bounced towards the bathroom, very certain that nothing at work would be as good as the morning you were having.

All I Ever Needed

Paul Lahote Imagine

Paul x Reader

Prompt: A good old opposite’s attract story.

Word Count: 1,071

Authors’s Note: This is pretty messy because I really needed something to be up- so here it is. Sorry for not posting been so busyyyyy. Lovessss xx

Warning: None

You went to the same school as the pack, you had easily became friends with Seth and that had drawn you to La Push. You were timid and shy, only speaking when spoken too and were use to keeping thoughts to yourself. People thought that you were so cute and innocent, a lot of people becoming protective of you.

One night you were invited to one of the campfires that the pack were doing. You easily gave in when Seth gave you puppy eyes and a little pout. “Cool! But uh wear something warm!” He said giving you a little cheeky smile before bouncing of to class.

Never in your life have you ever met Paul. You always heard Seth and Embry going on about him but you never questioned about it.

When you showed up, e/c eyes cast down your h/c hair covering your face as shifted from foot to foot. “Y/n! Seth told me you were coming.” You glanced up in surprise to see Embry who immediately wrapped you in a hug. You smiled up at him as Seth joined next to him,

“C’mon! The stories starting soon!” Seth chirped a massive smile on his face. You giggled when he grabbed you pulling you towards a log. “We’re just waiting for the others to show up.” Embry sat next to you, food somehow in his hand.

“What’s the story about?” You asked softly as you watched the fire, returning your eyes to Seth.

“Well it’s a legend between our tribe. Saying that we are descended form wolves.” Seth said, watching your face. You raised your eyebrows curious about it. He flicked your nose, “No spoilers for you.” You giggled rolling your eyes.

The sound of crunching leaves alerted you, you looked up to see a group of boys, with no tops on coming out the woods. A blush was on your face as you hid behind Seth’s arm. Embry noticed, as did Seth and started to giggle at your shy state. 

“Don’t worry. They won’t bite.” Embry teased lowly to you. All you did was poke out your tongue. As your e/c eyes wandered back to them, they were shoving each other until your eyes landed on a pair of brown ones.


Paul was surprised to see a girl seated between Seth and Embry. He could obviously see how shy you were, just by they way you tried to hide behind Seth. “Awe look. Someones got a girlfriend.” Jared teased beside Paul, immediately getting shoved by Paul. Paul looked back up only to lock eyes with your pair of e/c eyes. He sucked in a breath, stepping back in surprise, eyes widening. 

His imprint

“Awe Paul has his imprint.” Jared teased shoving Paul forward who immediately shoved him back. “Quit it!”


Your eyes widen in surprise. There was a tug pulling at your heart. A tingly sensation coming over you as Seth and Embry watched you with knowing eyes.

Seth and Embry eyed each other and nodded. 


Months later you and Paul had grown closer. So close that he and the pack revealed their secret to you; shifters. It took a while for you to take complete hold of the situation but then on out- everything was good.

Everyone knew about you and Paul getting closer, everyone trying to warn you that he was no good. He’s a hot-headed, violent person and can hurt you easily. This was mostly from people at school and from a few of the pack members.

Again you heard it. Seth wanted to hang out but you were hanging out with Paul in the woods, “I’m sorry Seth… But we can hang out tomorrow?” Your voice was soft, you e/c eyes peering up at his brown pair that seemed a little bit hurt.

“N-no. T-that’s okay…” He walked away before you could say anything, a coat of guilt covered you and your heart started to throb.

You soon started to listen. Everyone was telling you to keep your distance, so you did. You even stopped going to La Push. Only hanging out with Seth, Leah and Embry. 

Guilt still ran through you, you hadn’t even warned Paul and that’s what made it worse. At school you had seen him get angered more easily, get into fights, all the while people were telling you had done the right thing. But it didn’t feel like it.

As you sat at your desk away from Paul who was staring you down, you placed in your earphones even though your phone was dead, just so it was a sign of, please don’t talk to me. A pair of girls sat beside you,

“Oh my gosh. Did you see Paul? How he beat up that poor boy?”

“Girl, yes! He’s fucking crazy.”

You glanced over at Paul who’s, fists were clenched. The girls tried to seem quite but he heard and you knew he did.

You couldn’t take it after hearing a certain comment, 

“Good Y/n leaving him.” Anger boiled in you when she said that.

Ripping out your headphones, slipping out your seat, you glared at the two girls who were shocked at your outbursts, everyone was. You weren’t like that. Always calm and collected. But they had pushed it.

Stomping towards Paul who also sported a shocked face, you grabbed it and smashed your lips against his. Everyone gasping in surprise.

He kissed back immediately, a smirk against your lips.”I’m sorry,” you muttered drawing back from him, “about everything I put you through. That I listened to what they all said…”

Instead of saying anything else, he dragged you out the room, grabbing your bag in the process, as soon as you both were hidden in the woods. He turned to you and picked you up into a kiss. 

Sweet and long with so much want.

“I missed you. God I fucking missed you.” He sighed, nuzzling your cheek.

Wrapped into each others warmth you realized something, “Paul my grades! Paul the rumors!” You panicked bouncing in his arms. He groaned as you tried to climb out his grip.

“I thought we were having a moment!”

“I thought I wanted a good school history!”

“It’s just one period!” He whined. You shifted to look at him with a pout. A roll of his eyes, “fine. But you owe me a lot of time.” A smirking plastering his face, sending a wink to you. “Lucky for you…It’s Friday.”

6

“this is another request to add on to my first one. maybe do a second part where Jasper’s mate who is Bella’s twin sister have to face the volturi because they think Liam, Daisy and Renessme are immortal children. I really liked what you wrote for the first one! Thanks! I’m also thinking maybe Jasper’s mate could have her own special gift, but I don’t know what it should be”

Request by: @saracons87
“this is another request to add on to my first one. maybe do a second part where Jasper’s mate who is Bella’s twin sister have to face the volturi because they think Liam, Daisy and Renessme are immortal children. I really liked what you wrote for the first one! Thanks! I’m also thinking maybe Jasper’s mate could have her own special gift, but I don’t know what it should be”

Word Count: 2219

Part two to the imagine of being Bella’s twin and Jaspers mate
Enjoy my love❤

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“Y/n?, Alice saw something. The Volturi is coming. They think our children are immortal.”
“What?, but they are not, they are hybrids.”
“I know, but they don’t know, I think it is better that we get back to Carlisle and Esme and make a plan.”
“Okay, I Will take pack some things for us and you take the kids.” I said.

~Cullen House~
We arrived with our car for the Cullen house.
Liam and Daisy were playing on the back seat.
“We are here” Jasper said.
We were greeted by a worried but happy family. Alice came out the house with her mate Jackson Cullen
( you remember him?😏 he is my own character I have one imagine with him, thought he would be perfect for this, just search for
Jackson Cullen and you will find him)
“Hey, come inside we are thinking about a plan.”
“Hey Alice.” I Said and gave her A hug. I took Daisy and Liam by the hand. “Aunty Rose!.” Daisy shouted. And she run up to Rosalie and gave her a hug.
“Why does it smell like dog here?” Jasper asked. And with that Jacob came around with Renesmee. “That explains why. What is he doing here?” Jasper Asked. “He imprinted on Renesmee, that is how they find there mates.“with
Renesmee and Daisy and Liam went playing.
“Hey Jake.”
I said and walked up to him deciding if I am going to hug him or not.
“Hey y/n, you look great! Little bit dead, but good.” Jake said.
“Thank you, you are still the same.”
I said and stood awkwardly for him.
“Do you mind if I hug you?” I said.
“If you don’t mind my "dog smell”. He said. “No I don’t” I laughed and gave him a soft hug, trying to be as gentle as I can be.
“Y/n, good that you are here.” Bella said and walked inside with Edward.
“Good to see you too Bella, beside the unpleasant circumstances.”
And gave her and Edward a small hug. “Lets go and make a plan to fight these mothe-” “Emmett!, don’t you dare to finish that sentence!” We heard Esme shout. Rosalie hit Emmett on the back of his head. “There are children here Emmett!” “Okay okay sorry!” And gave Rosalie a kiss.

The plan was made, we needed to get a lot of witnesses to convince that Liam, Daisy and Renesmee aren’t immortal children. And who were ready to fight for them. Maybe Jacob could convince the the pack to fight to. I was worried.
I didn’t want to lose to them. I just wanted to have a peaceful life with Jasper, Liam & Daisy. Apparently to much too ask for.

“The pack is here they want to meet Liam and Daisy.” Renesmee was 2 weeks born for Liam and Daisy. So she looked a little bit older and the pack hasn’t seen them yet.
Renesmee, Liam and Daisy all had special abilities.
Renesmee her gift looked like that from Edward.
Liam his gift looked a little bit like Jaspers. He could mess with somebody’s emotions and could see somebody’s aura. If the person had a good or bad heart.
Daisy her gift looked a little like mine. She can control things with her mind, just like I can. But she can only do objects. Make them disappear, fly or double them. While I could take or control somebody his gift, control somebody his mind and make them change. So if Aro decided to kill them. Maybe I can try to change his mind. But it was very hard to use my gift. Daisy and I had a hard time using and controlling our gifts. We needed to practice together.

I went with Daisy & Liam outside. Jasper,Jacob, Bella, Edward & Renesmee behind me.
Liam and Daisy looked at the big wolfs in front of them.
I kneeled at the same height as them and put my arms around there height. “Don’t be scared.” And gave them both a kiss on the side of there head. “They won’t bite you.” I joked, I heard a weird chuckle from one of the wolves and looked up. Then I heard a big fall and looked at a light grey wolf who was looking at Liam. With big wife eyes. “What is happening.” Liam said scared. I the realised what happened. And than Daisy locked eyes with A dark grey wolf with black spots. And he did the same as the light grey wolf. “Mommy, I am scared.” Daisy said.
They won’t harm you “Come” I said took there hands and walked closer to the wolfs. I hear Jasper growl behind me. “Jasper! Cut it!” I said in a mad tone. We walked together to the light grey and dark grey wolf. “Liam, he isn’t going to hurt you.”
“It’s a girl.” Edward said. “Ow I am sorry” and looked at the wolf she nodded as if it was okay.
I took Liam his hand and put it on her head. “Look she likes it!” I laughed, Liam looked at me laughing. “Can I pet them too.” Daisy said and looked at the dark grey wolf. “If he is okay with it.” The dark grey wolf nodded. Liam was petting and playing with Leah. While I walked to the dark grey wolf with Daisy. “Do you think he liked it?” Daisy said. “Ow i think he does!” While we heard a agreeing sound. “What is his name?” Daisy asked at me. “Embry Call.”
“Hello Embry.” Daisy said and gave Embry a kiss on his big nose. “You’re so sweet Daisy.” And I gave her a kiss.
Jasper walked up to Liam. “What is her name dad?” Liam said.
“Leah Clearwater.” Edward said again.
“I think that is enough for today.” Jasper said.
“Sam are they approved?” Edward said. The big black wolf nodded and he and the other wolfs turned around. And walked away.
“Do they need to leave."Daisy said sad. "Well they are always welcome here and from they can stay.” “Yes Leah and Embry can stay!” Liam shouted. “Maybe ask Esme first it her house.” “Ow yeah, Esme can Liam and Embry stay?” Daisy said “of course my love.”
“Jasper could you pick some clothes for them.” “Of course my dear.” He gave me a kiss. And walked alway. “We will meet you inside.” And I smiled at them and picked Liam and Daisy up and walked inside. While they were happy talking about how cool Leah and Embry where.

Leah and Liam were playing outside, while Embry and Daisy were cuddling up to the sofa and watching a Barbie movie.
“Crazy right?” I said to Jasper. “Yes, A little to crazy if you ask me. I don’t really like it, why do you like it so much?” “Because now they have one person more who is down to give there lives for there’s. And they have found somebody already who will always be there for them.” “Okay I get it, but I would prefer if they didn’t smell like that.” Jasper mocked. I laughed “we will get used to it.”

The last few weeks were busy. We trained very hard. The whole house was filled with witnesses. The wolves agreed to help us.
Renesmee, Liam, & Daisy slept together in tent. While we were getting ready and waiting for the next day. Bella and I were inside the tent with our children trying to calm them down. “Goodnight.” Bella said and gave them all a kiss and left. I also gave them a kiss and wanted to leave. “Mommy can you stay till we sleep.” Liam asked “Yes please aunt y/n.” Renesmee asked as well “okay I will wait.”
Renesmee and Liam fell asleep quickly while Daisy was still struggling.
“Mommy?” She whispered. “Yes, my love?” “I can’t sleep.” “I see, lets go. So Liam and Renesmee can sleep in peace and we won’t wake them up.” I picked her up and closed the tent up. And walked with her to the bonfire. “Embry?” “Yes?” “She can’t sleep, do. you mind if she stays with you?” “No of course not!” And the took Daisy from me and sat with her down and pulled her closer to him.

We waited for the Volturi to arrive.
When they came and wanted to meet Renesmee, Liam and Daisy. before we could walk up to them Alice and Jackson walked up to Aro and Alice showed something to Aro face was shocked when Alice let go of his hand.
“Now you know what your future looks like. Or you will change your mind. And your future will change also.”
“Aro they still are a grave threat."caius
"What if we can assure you they can life in peace beside the human world.” “Of course but that be shown.”
“Actually it can” then a man and a woman were walking behind us towards the Volturi and Alice.
“I have been searching witnesses on my own.” Alice said
The man was half human half Vampire. He told Aro everything he wanted to know. What age he stopped change and his diet.
“How old are you.” Bella asked and looked at Renesmee.“
"A hundred and 50 years.”
I looked at Daisy and Liam and smiled. They were sitting on Embry’s and Leah’s back just like Renesmee on Jacob’s.
“But the Cullen’s are standing against werewolf our natural enemies.” Caius said.
Aro turned around and put his hand on caius his shoulder.
He then looked at his guards
“There is no danger here. Today we shall not fight.”
they all turned around and run into the forest heading home.
Aro looked at me, Bella and Alice “what a pride.” mumbled to himself
And run away.
I walked up to Daisy and Liam and picked them and gave them a hug and kisses Jasper came next to me and took Daisy over from me.
We were so happy we didn’t need to fight. I looked behind me and saw my sister and her family hugging. We looked at each other and smiled. I gave Liam to leah who changed herself quickly to human.
And run to Bella and gave her a hug and kissed her on her cheek.
I looked around and saw smiling and kissing vampires. I say Liam and Leah hugging, Jasper handing Daisy over to Embry. Jasper run up to me and gave me a hug. We kissed. We looked at our children and their mates. “I am Happy.” Jasper said. “You make me happy. Liam and Daisy make me happy. I love you.” “I love you too Jasper” and we looked how the wolves were giving our children their love and protection they had for them and smiled.

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The end! Yayyy good ending are always the best right?
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Request are always welcome.

Gift Of Privacy

Seth Clearwater imagine requested by anon! “hello!! i was wondering if you were up for writing a seth clearwater smut? it would start off with him and y/n dating for a few months now, and seth finally tells her he loves her, and they make out and stuff in his house, then it builds into the sex? if you can, please make the beginning super fluff. thank you!!” Hope you like it!

WARNING: SMUT

You clung to Emily’s shoulders as she hugged you goodbye, the scent of her chamomile shampoo perfuming your senses as she repeated your plans for the next couple of days (lest you forget); you’d be staying with her and Kim while the wolves were off fighting the newborn army out for Bella Swan’s blood. It was the safest option for you; Emily’s house would be guarded by Colin and Brady in shifts (the other would be running border control to ensure the rest of La Push was safeguarded), which put you in the best possible position to avoid any stray vampires that might run through the Olympic Peninsula en route to tear at the Cullens… and your boyfriend. Sam, Jared, and Seth were aggressively on-board with the safehouse idea; not only would they worry less about their imprints being targets, but they would be able to keep a steady eye on you through the minds of their younger pack-mates. Also, they knew you’d all be well-fed, a perk none of the wolves thought lightly of. Seth’s hand closed around your own with a comfortable familiarity as Emily’s scarred lips pressed a parting kiss to your cheek, her slender fingers guiding you gently to Seth’s side as you both began your departure from the pack’s bonfire amidst a chorus of happy farewells. The heat of his fingers interlaced with your own, his temperature burning brighter than the fire sending amber sparks floating towards the night sky. His pace was shortened to match your own, his impossible growth spurt somehow still raging on, his warmth seeping from his uncovered skin to melt against your side. His eyes, so bright in such all-encompassing darkness, glowed from within as if they had harvested flames from the fire, his smile warm enough to match his overwhelming heat. His hand sent a happy pulse through to your palm, his fingers squeezing gently in the spaces between yours.

“You tired?” he inquired, his husky voice a mere whisper on the salted wind that blew in from the sea. You shook your head, focusing intently on the ground before you; you weren’t blessed with the supernatural grace your boyfriend possessed, and the darkness only made it more difficult to keep vertical… but more than your desperation in the department of remaining upright, you couldn’t bear to meet his eye for fear you would break down. Seth wiggled his fingers between yours, unbothered by the coming storm, leaning gently against your frame, his eyes all but begging for your attention. After finding you unresponsive, he quickened his pace, turning quickly before you, his hands smoothing over your shoulders. “Hey, what’s going on?” he breathed, his fingers delicately tilting your chin upward to meet his stare. “Y/n, talk to me,” he begged, an easy smile painting his features with a sense of ease you had to admire under such frightening circumstances. You sighed, expelling breath carelessly from your lungs, glancing behind you to ensure you were out of distance and far enough from the fire before you responded.

“I’m just… Seth, I’m just… worried about you, okay? And before you tell me it’s going to be an easy run and “you’ve done this before,” I have every right to be worried when you’re facing-off with a bunch of indestructible, immortal vampires while we’re all sat here with nothing better to do than make muffins.” Seth rolled his eyes, biting his lip to keep from smiling at your comical choice of words. Your hands smoothed over the planes of his chest, drawing his attention back to your face, his eyes alight beneath the electric touch of your skin on his. “Seth, I’m serious. I’m really, really scared. I don’t want to think about the possibility of you not coming back.” Seth’s grin was genuine and unhindered as it spread across his face, his eyes sparkling brightly as he brought his lips to your forehead, his arms winding around your body, holding you to the warmth of his chest. You sighed into his embrace, trying to memorize the scent that rose from his skin, the softness of his upper body beneath your fingertips, the rise and fall of his breathing against your cheek.

“Believe me, Y/n, I’ve got plenty of reasons to come home.” His palm smoothed over your hair once before shifting easily to your side, extending his hand for you to hold, winking when you accepted. “For example,” he began, stepping off the gravel of the road in favour of the street that lead to his home. “Those muffins you mentioned?” you rocked your body against his, stifling your laughter as he groaned with admiration. “Those alone would have me running back. My mom made me promise to come back in one piece, so I owe it to her,” he rambled, his thumb smoothing circles on the backside of your palm as you both approached the front door of Sue Clearwater’s single-story home. The weathered blue siding was visible only in the halo of light emanating from front porch’s lamp, the rest of the house melting to an inky black in the shadow of the night. He parted from your side, if only briefly, to swipe his hand beneath the welcome mat, returning with a key he used to unlock the deadbolt, holding the door open as his unoccupied hand ushered you inside. You stood in the darkness of his living room, your eyes searching blindly for evidence of the furniture you knew occupied the floorspace, kicking your shoes from your feet, hearing Seth do the same. Seth hit the lights, illuminating the vacant space, his hand snaking around your waist as he angled you in the direction of his bedroom. “Mom and Leah are coming back in an hour or two. She’s gotta talk with Billy, Sam, and Old Quil about the defense, and Leah said something about running perimeter with Colin, Brady, and Jared before she came back, but just in case that’s soon… I mean, every chance at privacy, right?” he laughed, watching your eyes roll as you recalled the many, many times Leah had complained about your “public displays of affection” in their shared family spaces. You waltzed forward, Seth’s hand extending to open his door before you could think to touch the doorknob, his laughter in your ear when he saw your surprise. You stepped into the familiar room, flicking on the light switch, Seth’s hand clapping over yours as you both raced to be the first to shed light on the minimal furnishings within. He backed you against the wall, kicking the door closed as he moved, his arm lingering by your face as your spine melted into the aged nay paint of his bedroom.

“You sure those are the only reasons you’re coming back? Muffins and your mom?” you breathed, Seth’s eyes burning intently on your own, his lips upturned in the corners to hear the sarcastic lilt in your voice. “Because if that’s the case I can head home right no-” his lips were on yours in an instant, his body inching towards your own until your chests were pressed together, you weight lifted onto your toes as his hands found your waist. He separated from you, too quickly for your liking, his exhale rushing over your face, his smile carrying the confident ease you’d come to recognize as a staple in the boy. His hands tangled in your hair, his forehead resting gently against your own, his eyes occupying every inch of your field of vision.

“You already know you’re the first and most important,” he emphasized, his eyes widening as he stressed his words, “reason I’m coming back. I thought that was a given,” he chuckled, his laughter increasing in volume to see your smile. “But since I see I need to remind the woman I love how important she is to me…” he separated from you, his forehead no longer spreading heat through yours, though still he moved closer, his lips hovering a breath away from your own, the both of you stalled in the aftermath of so simple a confession. Your hands stilled on his chest, his heart thrumming beneath the pads of your fingertips, his breath pushing and deflating against your palms. His eyes, so warm, so honest, bored into your very soul, your breath flowing as if between you was shared only a single pair of lungs. You breathed as one, neither one of you willing to break the silence, Seth’s heat flowing freely from the exposed skin of his chest to warm the limited space between you. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Seth shook his head a fraction of an inch, his eyes full of adoration. “I love you,” he whispered, an oath on his lips as they pressed to yours. Your fingertips lifted to graze the hardened line of his jaw, feeling him shudder beneath your touch as his hands dropped to spread along your waist. Though you had found yourself in many a similar situation within the same walls of Seth’s bedroom, you felt yourself alight with sensations foreign to you before this moment. Suddenly, Sue and Leah’s absence seemed more a gift than an inevitable interruption.

Your hands reached along the bare expanse of his back, your fingertips trailing over the even bands of his muscles, feeling his body tighten and relax beneath your silken touch. You ran your palms over the ridge of his spine before retracting your touch, Seth’s groan audible even when his lips were otherwise occupied against your mouth. His hands tightened on your waist as your fingers tangled in the short strands of his hair, tugging gently at the nape of his neck, his lips separating from yours, his eyes clouded, the heat fogging his vision somehow visible in the deep chocolate of his irises. His tongue darted over his lips, a hesitation your proximity could not bar from your notice, his eyelashes fluttering as his gaze devoured your face. You ran your fingertips through his hair like a ghost, stroking his neck where the smoothness of his skin met his hairline, his eyes rolling back as his body quivered.

“Hey,” you whispered, breathlessly forcing your whisper to life, Seth’s eyes opening to meet your own. You smiled easily, his lips mirroring your expression as you spoke, heat radiating from one body to the other, untethered and owned by neither of you… or perhaps by both of you. “I love you too.” His lips were on yours in an instant, his smile obvious even when his face was concealed from your view by the blank expanse of the inside of your eyelids. His mouth traveled to the corner of your lips, his hands roaming up along the sides of your rib cage, tickling as he went. You giggled openly, aware of the emptiness of the house around you, your laughter transitioning to gasps as his lips pressed against the underside of your jaw. You collapsed slightly into his arms, his hands on your waist holding you firmly to his chest, backing you against the wall once more. “Seth,” you breathed, feeling the heat of his hands traveling upward once more. He hummed his acknowledgment into the skin of your neck, your pulse racing under his touch. “Seth, I…” your voice trailed off rather pathetically as Seth’s hands ravished your waist, his lips at your ear, his chuckle a breath against your hair. “H-how long did you say we had before your mom comes home?” He paused then, his eyes wide on yours, his hands squeezing against your hips.

“You don’t mean…?” you returned his stare, your eyes burning through the modest space that separated you. “Don’t get me wrong, Y/n, I want to, but it’s… I mean, the pack will know as soon as I phase, and they’re not going to stop talking about it for…” He exhaled slowly, reading your unwavering expression, his eyes never once leaving your face. “Are you sure?” he inquired, his voice stronger now, his hands lighter against your skin. You nodded, your body pressing ever tighter against his.

“They’re going to have other things to worry about, right? As long as you want this…” he grinned, his eyes all but smoking with the intensity of his heated stare. You breathed steadily, though your heart was hammering wildly within the confines of your chest. “Good.”

“Good,” Seth mirrored, his hands on your waist tightening, his lips diving for yours once again, the tempo of his embrace somewhat altered, though it lost none of its former passion. You returned the quiet fervor of his lips, losing yourself in the thrill of his skin against yours, uninhibited for the first time in his arms. Your fingertips traced the curve of his shoulder, the plains of his chest, the smooth valleys of his abdomen… stalling at the waistband of his shorts. His breath hitched in your ear, his lips parting from yours momentarily, his hands looping beneath your legs as his body dipped. He lifted you effortlessly into his arms, your legs wrapping around his torso easily, your ankles locking behind his back, your lips crashing against his as if your time together were far more limited than your reality had graciously allowed. He turned, one hand molding to the curve of your bottom, the other feeling blindly along the wall until his fingers struck the light switch, enveloping your world in darkness. Seth walked almost aimlessly towards his bed, his hands winding up your back, his fingers tangling in your hair as his tongue darted over yours, the soft sounds of your kisses seeming to echo in the hazy air of his bedroom. Seth’s steps stopped abruptly as his knees struck the cushion of his mattress, his body bending slowly to rest you atop his bedspread, his lips ducking to your neck as he moved his body to hover over you. “Wait,” he breathed, his speech hindered by his lack of breath. He winced visibly, seeming to curse himself internally. “I don’t have any… I don’t have a-” he began, your thumb smoothing over his lower lip as his voice trailed off.

“It’s fine, Seth. I think it’s safe to say there hasn’t been anyone else, and there isn’t going to be anyone else for the both of us. Just… you know, when you’re done, just…” Seth chuckled breathlessly, his cheeks burning even in the darkness of his bedroom. He dipped his lips to yours, his body meeting yours in strange new ways, a hardness pressing against your center through your clothing. His hands inched towards the hem of your shirt, your back arching to allow Seth to remove your shirt with ease, slipping the garment over your head. You brought yourself up to meet his lips, pushing against the mattress until you were sat in his lap, your hands between your bodies untying the drawstring that held his shorts to his body, his breath hissing from between his lips as your fingers brushed against his growing erection. He unclipped your bra behind your back, your hands rushing the fabric from your shoulders. He slipped from beneath you to stand by the bed, removing his shorts and standing before you in his undergarments, his hands hovering by his hips, unsure what to do. You knelt atop the bedspread, your hands hovering beside his until he dropped his arms, your palms spreading over his waist. You ducked your fingers beneath his waistband and eased the fabric toward his knees, revealing the full sight of him. He sighed, the tenor of his breath an anxious note in the air as he stood, bare, beside his bed. He stepped free of his last remaining article of clothing, your fingers trailing along the sides of his thighs. His hands found your face, cradling your cheeks as his lips met yours, his body once more leaning over yours until the both of you were laying on the bed. His palms smoothed over your neck and stalled at your chest, his hands exploring the softness of your breasts, your breath releasing in quiet bursts of sound bearing striking resemblance to Seth’s name. He kissed further down your body, his mouth following his hands as he worked towards your underwear, his eyes lifting to yours as he slid the garment from your body, your hips lifting and falling as he removed your clothing. He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing as his eyes raked over your body, his head shaking.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered, his hands ghosting over your hips. You reached for his shoulders, pulling him over you, his erection prodding your entrance, your breathing hiking in time with his. “You’re sure?” he asked once more, your confirmation vocalized on a breathless whimper. His hand fell to the level of his waist, and suddenly the contact was so much more… secure. He lifted his eyes to yours, his bottom lip bitten mercilessly as he eased himself inside of you. Your breath rushed from your lungs, the tightness radiating throughout your entire body. You felt… almost claustrophobic, in a way, as if there weren’t enough space in the world to make you feel vacant again. Seth slowed, his movement stalled, his voice low and fragile. “Y/n,” he breathed, your eyes finding his again through the darkness. He moved once more, filling you with ease. You lifted your head from his pillows, your lips hungry for the taste of his mouth as he began to move within. His thrusts were slow to begin, setting a patient, steady pace. You couldn’t help but feel as though he were milking every moment in fear of never again finding so much time, the battle the morning would bring lingering on the horizon of your mind as he moved with you. His hands lifted you from the mattress, winding your legs around his waist, his palms aiding your rise and fall as his lips explored the edge of your collarbones. Your fingers ran gently through his hair, pulling his face from your chest and reassigning his lips to meet with yours. “Y/n…” he trembled, his brow knotted as he moved, his pace quickening, his hands guiding you with less and less intent. He bent forward, resting you against the mattress once more, his thrusts more erratic than before, your breathing hiking as the pleasure within your core grew.

You breathed his name, a low oath on your lips, your hands clasped tightly to his back as he thrust deep within you, holding onto his body for dear life lest a lack of contact send you hurtling off some great precipice. He slowed again, his breathing coarse in the space between you, his kisses becoming blissfully sloppier, the tension in your abdomen growing as heat spread throughout your limbs, your mind growing fuzzy. He rocked into you, his hips moving like liquid, his mouth pressing blindly into your neck as you felt your body begin to convulse around him. You exhaled lowly, your eyes painting the darkness with brilliant white you knew existed only in your mind, your mouth open over a breathless exclamation of Seth’s name. You were separated, suddenly and without warning, as Seth pulled himself away from your body, his head tilting backwards as he came undone before you, the evidence of his release unseen in the black of night. He collapsed beside you, your bodies tangling immediately, your leg slinging over his thigh to better cement yourself to his side. His fingers swept a strand of sweat-slick hair away from your forehead, the pad of his forefinger lingering against your temple. His smile was peaceful, easy, and warmer than you had ever seen it. His breath, still ragged, coursed over your face as he chuckled. You joined him, giddy in the aftermath of your intimate embrace, your hand smoothing over his chest as you settled against his pillows. You were quiet, then, the crickets beyond his walls singing sweetly into the crisp night air, the chill of which you were immune to with Seth by your side. You traced mindless patterns against his skin, watching goosebumps rise in the wake of your touch, your mind rallying back to the dangers that await the man you loved in the early hours of the morning.

“Promise me you’ll be safe,” you whispered, your words falling calmly against the heated skin of his chest, his breath rising and falling in steady swells, his arm pulling you closer to his side. Seth pressed his lips firmly to your hair, inhaling deeply before whispering his response into the darkness of the empty house.

“I promise.”

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Be Careful

Fandom: Twilight

Word count: 1359

Characters: Jacob x reader, the whole pack

Warnings: Werewolves behaving like children, fighting and violence

Summary: You get caught in the middle of one of the pack’s arguments.

You could hear them arguing all the way up Sam’s driveway. Paul’s voice was especially loud above the other, and you stopped to listen to him as you reached the door.

“I’m just saying, that’s a load of crap! I could take any of you in a fight!”

You sighed, irritated. The pack had been fighting over this for at least a week now, and it was starting to get on your last nerve. No one apart from them really cared about who would beat who if it came to a fight.

Then it was Jacob’s voice, and you could almost hear his grin. “Whatever you wanna believe, Lahote.” Someone, you assumed it was Paul, gave a low growl in response.

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Date Night

Fandom: Twilight

Word Count: 1291

Characters: Paul x reader

Warnings: None

Summary: A typical date night with Paul turns into an evening of a lifetime

 I rushed out of the house about an hour before sunset, down the driveway towards my old school white jeep, when I noticed the driver’s door was open. Eerily confused, I cautiously edged towards to the jeep to investigate further. Then I heard to radio softly playing a very familiar song and saw a pair of very large black Converse perched on my driver’s side dashboard. I knew immediately it was Paul.

 He heard the crunching of the rocky drive under my shoes and shot up. “I told you I would beat you! I finished patrol, showered, changed, and barely ran here, and I was still ready before you. I even had time to put our CD in and pick you some flowers!” He proudly declared this as he held up a bunch of delicate wildflowers. “ I will say the time waiting was worth it, don’t know how it is possible but you look more beautiful than usual.”

 I felt the blood rush to my cheeks and a sheepish smile spread across my face. “Alright,” I conceded, “you win. You get to drive.” I pretended sighed out of disappointment as he popped open the passenger door for me. I climbed in and pulled my hair into a ponytail in preparation of the wind from having the top off the jeep. “Well, what are we doing tonight?” I asked. “Well, I am sure glad you asked Y/N. Do I have a great night planned for us this evening. Ma'am, please buckle your seatbelt and place your tray in the upright position, as the Date Night Express takes off. Please also take note of all emergency exits at this time.” I laughed at his flight attendant impression and he winked at me as he pulled out of the driveway.

 As we listened to the CD he made me full of songs that reminded him of me, we sped down the windy road towards La Push. I moaned. He eyed me suspiciously but just kept driving. I secretly hoped we weren’t in for another evening of beach bonfire and wolf pack. Not that I didn’t love that and them, because I really did, I was just hoping for something different and more intimate. It seemed that I maybe getting my wish, we drove pass the turn for La Push. As we drove past it, Paul took my left hand and started absentmindedly bestowing soft warm kisses. Starting at the back of my hand moving to each one of my knuckles and then finger tips. He lightly kissed the palm of my hand and then placed it on his cheek. I paused there for a moment, and then worked my hand down to land where his rested on the gear shift. He smiled as he grasped onto my hand. I felt a rush of calm and warmth rush over me as his giant hand encompassed mine.

 We started to drive up biggest cliff set outside of town, up a winding and inclined path. I asked again “What are doing tonight?”, but this time much more excited. Clearly Paul had planned something. This was both shocking and thrilling. I was getting so excited I could hardly stand it.

 We drove for what seemed like a lifetime, but Paul assured me it was only about 20 more minutes. We finally leveled out some ontop of the cliff, and Paul put the car in park. He hopped out and came to get my door. He offered me his hand as I slid out of the jeep. “We walk from here, champ. You cool with that?”

 I shrugged and said “Try to keep up, yeah?”

“That doesn’t make any sense. You don’t even know where we are going. But by all means, try to find it. I would love to have you get us lost in the woods, so I then can heroicly save the day and then tell everyone what a terrible sense of direction you have and that you would literally be lost in more way than one without me. Your knight in shining armor.” I could see him puff out his already very large chest and strike what I assumed was a knightly pose.

 "FINE. Lead the way Sir Fluffy Tail.“

“IT ISN’T THAT FLUFFY Y/N. IT IS A NECESSARY ANATOMICAL TOOL. I NEED IT FOR BALANCE.”

“Awh, but it is so cute. My favorite thing about your wolf form. You are so fluffy and cute!”

“Stop talking. Like I cannot handle you.”

“Never! You will never silence me!“ 

Suddenly I felt myself being lift from the ground and everything got turned upside down as he threw me over his shoulder, laughing hysterically at my pathetic yelp of protest. "Who is cute and fluffy now, hmm?” he said gloating. “Still you.” I said, as I hung from his shoulder, pounding my fists into his back.

 Just a few seconds later, he flipped me over, put me down, and said “Ok, ok. We have to get moving or this epic date is going to get ruined.” He grabbed my hand and started leading me through the woods. I walked for a few moments with Paul, enjoying the dusk sounds of the forest. “Not much further” he said.

 Finally, he lead me into a clearing that was the top of a cliff that overlooked a part of the ocean inlet that I had never seen before. Just a few feet in front of me, I noticed a blanket, a picnic basket, a CD player, and what seemed like hundreds of lit candles spread out through the clearing. He released my hands and walked to turn on the CD player and soft sweet music began to play. I honestly stood there for a moment, breathless at this scene before me. Paul really had put a lot of work into this. I walked towards where Paul was staring back at me with a hand extended. I took his hand and reached up as far as I could to kiss him. “I can’t believe you did this. This is amazing. Thank you Paul.”

 “Well actually, Y/N, there is more.“ His voice sounded anxious and excited all at the same time. I stared at his soft brown eyes, noticing that the orange glow of the sunset reflected perfectly into them. He grabbed both of my hands in his and cleared his throat.

 "Before I met you, I was on edge all the time. Angry at everything and everyone. Despite the brothers connected to me, I was isolated and alone. You have changed all of that. The day I met you, I found my missing piece. You complete me.”

 Truly confused at this point, I opened my mouth to agree and ask why he was gushing, but he shook his head and kept going. “You are my best friend. You are the gravity that holds me to this Earth. Everyday you bring a light into my life I didn’t know was possible. You are kind, smart, strong, courageous, adventurous, funny, and beyond beautiful. Y/N you are more than I ever knew possible. You make me the happiest man there is, truly you do. There is only one thing I would change about you.”

 Even more confused, I asked “What would that be?”

 Paul sunk to one knee and fished a box out of his pocket, as he did this my heart raced a million miles an hour and my eyes started to fill with tears. 

“Your last name.” he said as he answered my question. “Y/N, will you marry me?” He opened the velvet blue box to show a gorgeous oval shaped diamond ring. Too breathless to speak, I nodded yes. I bent down to kiss him as he slipped the ring on my finger.

2

I just wrote this cause I had one funny sentence In my head and wanted to make a imagine with it. And than this was born!
Hope you like it
Not requested!

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I was running to the woods.
I Just needed to run.
I thought I was going insane.
Really. I havent eaten in 3 months. Haven’t slept, going to use a bathroom.
Other people smelled extremely good and I had the strong feeling of eating them.
What the fuck is wrong with me.
And just like that I was thrown in the air and something heavy fell on me. I was fighting back and thrown it away from me. I heard a big cry from pain. And saw that I just thrown a big wolf away from me.
“Oh my god I am so sorry. Are you hurt?” The wolf growled at me.
It was light brown like sand.
“Oh my god I am talking to a wolf, I am definitely insane.” The wolf looked at me weird and stand up and slowly walking towards me.
“Okay, please don’t bite, idk how I got you from me,
This is insane, I am insane!” I said.
Then I saw two other wolf waking towards me. One light grey and one like a reddish brown.
“Okay this is a nightmare, please somebody pinch me awake. I am going crazy.”
The wolfs slowly walked towards me and looked at me weird.
“Seriously my life is crazy,
I haven’t eaten, slept of done anything human in over 3 months. Humans smell extremely good. I have the nerve to eat them! And the weirdest thing is, I LOOK LIKE A FUCKING DISCOBALL IN THE SUN?!
Oh and I am actually talking to wolfs thinking they understand me. Who are pretty much waiting till I shut up and eat me.”
“They do understand you.” I heard a extremely handsome man say with blond hair.
“What, how?”
“We will tell you everything you need to know, you clearly don’t know what you are. And these wolfs are shapeshifters. Human who can turn into something else.”
“What the fuck are you talking about.”
“You’re a vampire my dear.” I heard a woman say with long brown hair.
“Hehe… this gotta be a joke right?”
“I am sorry but it isn’t”
“I gotta sit down.” And sat down and just thought about everything that happened.
The fire I felt inside of me, after my car crash. I didn’t think I would survive that.
“That fire you felt wasn’t from the fire in your car, it was the venom you felt through your veins.”
“Makes scene, and that explains why humans smell so good. And a lot of other things.”
“You haven’t eaten? When was your change?” The blond man asked
“No what would I eat food smells disgusting. And I really don’t want to murder somebody. And I think about 3 months ago.”
“That explains your black eyes.”
I heard a growl from a wolf, the light grey one. She stepped closer.
“Leah don’t, she hasn’t killed anyone. If we explain her. She will choose the same diet as ours.”
The wolf looked at the man and turned around the sandy and reddish wolf stayed.
I looked at them. “I am sorry for throwing you so In the air.”
He nodded, I looked at the blond man and introduced myself to him.
“I am y/n y/l/n btw”
“Carlisle Cullen, this is my wife Esme and my son Edward.”
“He is a mind reader that’s why he just answered your question.”
“Oh I already knew that.”
“How?” “I don’t know, i just did.”
“Carlisle maybe it is a good idea if you take her hunting. Edward and I will wait at home.
And explain her a little more.
I think it’s a little much to handle right now.”
“Yeah it is. Thank you for you help.”
I looked at the wolfs again and my eyes met the eyes of the reddish one. And I just felt a pull toward him. He looked at me in shock and he fell down on his paws and looked at me in awe.
“Edward how is that possible?” Carlisle asked
“I have no idea.” Edward said
“What happened?” I asked
“That isn’t my job to tell you, you will be told very soon.”
After that I looked at the reddish wolf one more time, I smiled sweetly and run after Carlisle while Edward and Esme run the other direction. And we left the wolfs behind us. Carlisle explained to me a lot of things. And I still needed to organise things in my head. But things got clearer. I was thankful for the Cullen’s to help me.

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I wrote it short because it’s late and because I want to start a Serie with it. Or at least write 2 more part.
If you have any wishes for a part 2 send them! And I will use it

Preference; I’d Understand

Alec Volturi and Paul Lahote preference requested by anon! “Yoo hows my favorite blog?? I’m doin’ alright. Can i get a alec or paul imagine where they’re scared about reader leaving him. Due to alec being a vampire that likes human blood. Or if you do pauls about him being a hothead. Hopefully it makes sense” Hope you like it!

ALEC VOLTURI

In truth, you’d never been wholly comfortable with the meal-plan served in the Italian villa, given your awkward position as would-be appetizer. Despite your position in this so strange, vampiric court, despite your knowledge of the binding law protecting you from intentional harm, your stomach continued to twist and knot in fear. This discomfort, this terror stemmed not from your relations within the Volturi; no, even Aro had been kind, welcoming even, whispering about how overjoyed he was that his darling Alec had found such a promising mate. It was clear that he had a handful of particularly advantageous plans when the sunrise of your immortality broke the horizon, and thus took an affectionate liking to you. The subject of your mortality was a bit of a taboo, especially considering the diet of choice your new companions favoured, but your never felt discriminated for the beating of your heart.

It was never about your pulse, your necessary breath, the blood flowing through your veins, protected only by a thin layer of vulnerable flesh. Politically, you were fine. You were practically one of the guards, your transformation date set for sometime in the summer. It was never about you. It was about the thirty tourists you saw enter the throne room every week, it was their screaming that haunted your dreams, their horror that plunged the knife into your abdomen, churning your insides until you were reduced to nothing. It was your mate’s participation, his willing participation, that struck fear into your still-beating heart. If you had wandered into the villa, expecting a tour of Italian architecture, a history lesson on pillars or portraits, would he have slaughtered you as he slaughtered the others? Would he have spared you a second thought?

You were doubtful.

You stood with your back facing the entrance to your bedchamber, your eyes dissecting the intricate carvings laid into the marble of the walls. Though you had been distanced from the heart of the Volturi’s society, you could hear the echos reverberating down the hall nonetheless. Alec had noticed your discomfort and suggested a change of scenery, though you understood that even his residence in Verona would carry the weight of Volterra’s infractions. You were chewing the edge of your fingernail (a nervous habit you hoped would be kicked, finally, when you were torn from your human life) when your ears picked up on the subtlest wisp of movement, announcing the presence of your silent lover. Soon after, his hands were cooling your elbows, folding over your crossed arms, his honeyed breath polluting the air you inhaled. His lips pressed to your neck, your mind jumping from affection to unease as you noted the placement of his kiss. His voice, so soft, so sweet for so experienced a killer, sang against your ear, his hair brushing against your cheek.

“Darling, you’re troubled,” he observed, his icy fingers ghosting over your hands, lacing his fingers through yours, a tender gesture you were not expecting to be accompanied by the surprising warmth his frozen fingers carried. He’d fed recently, more recently than you cared to dwell on. A stranger’s blood warmed his frigid tissues. You flinched away from his touch, untangling yourself from his fingers, avoiding contact with his violent eyes, his angel’s lips parted in wounded confusion. “Y/n, what’s wrong? Is something the matter?” He extended his hand, and you once more slunk away from his touch. He ducked his head, slipping his hands into the pockets of his slacks, exhaling lowly. When he spoke, his voice had changed drastically, harbouring an injury you had yet to notice on his physical form. “Aro warned me this would happen.” You did not speak on the matter, but recalled easily the moment you had departed from Volterra, your hand sliding from Aro’s papery skin, his eyes reading your most recent thoughts, likely painting vivid imagery to accompany your internalized terror. Of course he would mention this to Alec. Your inability to cope directly affected him. “This is about the blood.” His voice did not lilt in inquiry; there was no question, no confusion muddying his understanding. You lifted your face to address him, his eyes a blazing crimson, burning from within with the glow of his most recent meal. Your words clung to the insides of your throat, scratching their way downward, refusing to surface. Alec’s jaw clenched, his gaze lowering to the floor’s mosaic, his brow furrowing the silken plane of his forehead. It was almost inhumane to witness, to cause, distress in so beautiful a creature.

“If I could avoid… the way that I feed, I would do it for you,” he continued, his voice softer, quieter than before, his words dripping with sorrow like an open wound, his tone ringing with a melancholic tenor. “Once you’ve turned, I believe, I hope, that you will understand the difficulty we face. This is not a choice, the way that we feed. Our thirst is not a decision; it’s a compulsion. I have very little control of how I ensure your safety… If I were to refrain, I’m afraid I would be unable to keep myself from causing you harm.” Your breathing grew shallow as he explained to you the honest truths behind his so frequent feasting, his plump lips downturned at the corners, his eyes projecting a most uncommon weakness in one of the most powerful man you had the pleasure of knowing. He pursed his lips before exhaling a broken sigh, his chest heaving unnaturally. “If this is not something that you can live with… I’d understand.” His voice, usually so determined, so confident, now drifted into silence. The only sound available to your feeble ears was your steady pattern of breathing. You turned your face away, unable to hold his gaze any longer, your heart breaking for the angel you’d reduced to ash and cinder before you. After a moment, Alec broke his uncharacteristic silence, his voice illustrating a heart, an organ you knew no longer beat within the chiseled stone of his chest, breaking. If he was capable of producing tears, you had no doubt they would have fallen freely from his scarlet eyes, painting glimmering trails against the alabaster of his complexion. “Will you leave me?” You turned, shocked by his inquiry. How was he able to fathom a universe where you did not see yourself at his side? Had your affections fallen flat? Were you unable to illustrate to him the depth of your love? You crossed to him, your fingers angling his chin upward, forcing him to meet your eye, his irises blooming dangerously beneath a broken brow.

“I could not leave you if remaining by your side ensured the end of my life. To be parted from you would cause me unbearable pain. You are not what I despise, and your thirst… I can’t blame you for that. It’s the executions, Alec, that bother me. You’re herding people to their deaths by the hundreds every year. I can’t help but be bothered by the deaths. I’m only human, for now. If there is another way that you can live, tell me, and we can pursue that path. Together.” His eyes softened, his breath flowing over your face. Though his brow remained furrowed, his lips formed a cautious grin. He glanced at the position of the sun through your veiled window, his eyes returning to your face. He lifted his palm to cradle your cheeks, his face alight with the force of the words he spoke next.

“There is a coven in America, the Cullens. If we leave now, we could reach their home by tomorrow. I never thought I would say this…” His thumbs stroked over your cheekbones, the weight of his decision weighing heavily on his shoulders. “I believe they may be able to help us.”

PAUL LAHOTE

You had been warned of this very scenario from the moment Paul’s realities had been revealed to you, the moment you became involved in the fiery universe that he was so ingrained in. You’d seen the evidence of a destructive temper on Emily’s face, scarring her for life, a warning sign to the other members of Sam’s pack: don’t get too close. You hadn’t had any issues as far as trust went; Paul was relatively calm when you were around, incredibly cautious to the point of over-protectiveness, and as kind and loving as the day you’d met him. He was well-prepared to prevent injuries similar to Emily’s, or worse, and handled his rage better than he had before you stumbled into him. According to his pack, he’d been a bit of a loose canon before imprinting, but your presence acted as a sedative to his usual rowdy, unpredictable nature. You’d been assured that his mannerisms, specifically his impulse to phase, had been quieted after he imprinted, but his actions spoke to combat the promises his brothers made.

Their observations had not been entirely false; Paul was, without doubt, a changed man, but he carried with him a fire that even you could not put out. While he wasn’t explosive, his fuse was relatively short. You hadn’t had the chance to argue, given the amount of time you’d known him, but you’d be witness to his quick temper. You’d never felt threatened in any way other than the typical back-away-if-he-starts-shaking, but that applied to any of the wolves. They all had off-days, but Paul was never someone to be feared, never someone to be wary of. He treated you with the utmost respect and care, but even he couldn’t put a stopper on the floodgates when you’d been approached by a group of men on First Beach. Their salutations had been more insult than greeting, their words slipping like an oil slick from between their unwashed teeth, their faces gleaming with a drunken sweat you could smell radiating from their bodies as you passed them by. Paul, of course, was not about to stand for this ill-treatment. You’d felt the vibrations rolling from his body through the hand that held his, heard his laboured breathing by your ear. You had enough time to extract your hand from his and press a palm to his chest before turning to the trio of vulgar men, warning them to leave before someone (here meaning them, but you couldn’t help but wonder if you also spoke in your own defense) was hurt. One look at Paul was enough to seal your threat in concrete. There was no question about his anger, and his bare torso was promise enough that any retribution would be undeniably painful. They fled, joining a throng of townspeople vacating the beach. Your eyes locked on his, his lips curling over his teeth. You’d attempted to whisper a few calming words before realizing how far gone he truly was. You backed away from his trembling form, every visible muscle tensing on his body as he too backed away from you.

“Y/n,” he snarled, his eyes flitting around as his convulsions intensified, watching the last of the beach’s crowd fade into the night. His unspoken plea was clear: run. You turned your back on him and joined the masses abandoning the darkness of the waters, their voices nearly masking the tear of clothing as Paul exploded from his skin. You turned in time to watch his tail disappear into the tree line. You headed for Emily’s place, hoping to find Sam or Jared holed-up in her kitchen. One of them must be willing to talk Paul down from his heated precipice. You knew they’d all done it before. Your trek was short-lived, and the harmonies reaching from Emily’s open windows carried promises of aid in the form of two, possibly three werewolves. You helped yourself in, your eyes finding Sam’s in the crowd surrounding Emily’s table. His face, lightened by Emily’s company, went dark when he met your gaze. It seemed he already knew. You cleared your throat, running a hand through your hair, watching as Jared, Quil, and Emily focused their attention on you.

“Anyone willing to track my boyfriend for me?” Jared cursed aloud, damning Paul to Hell as he dropped his half-eaten muffin onto his plate, clearly irritated with his friend’s lack of control. Quil offered an apologetic grimace, clapping you on the shoulder as he made his way to the door with Jared nipping at his heels. Sam said nothing outside of asking for Paul’s last-known location, departing with a a final glance at Emily, his fists balled around a pair of jean shorts. Emily’s hands fluttered about her table, sweeping crumbs from the surface, her eyes on your face. She nodded you over, inviting you to sit as she prepared her dinner, promising you that Paul’s episodes never lasted more than half an hour, and that was before you came along. She was almost certain he’d be back sooner. You chatted with her for the next fifteen minutes, your mind preoccupied, replaying the fading image of Paul ducking into the woods on the blank expanse of your eyelids. It wasn’t until Emily offered you a cup of tea that you noticed your hands were trembling. “Maybe I’m a wolf too,” you whispered, your voice failing your attempt at humour, Emily’s arms wrapping around your back as your body shuddered. She, of all people, knew the fear that now pooled in your stomach. Another ten minutes passed before you heard their approach, the sound of footsteps crunching against soil paired with Sam’s low, angry whispers. The three members of Paul’s rescue party had returned, and all three entered without a word, sitting at the table in absolute silence. Emily’s eyes focused on the doorway before finding yours, shooting you a sisterly glance you understood to be cautionary.

“Y/n,” your name was soft on his lips, a gentle tone meant to exhibit his level of calmness. You turned in your seat, abandoning your tea, your eyes falling on his form, propped-up against the open doorway. He gestured for you to join him outside, his hand running through his shorn hair. They did not tremble. You excused yourself and followed him onto Emily’s lawn, watching his shoulders heave with as he sighed, his back gleaming beneath the light of the moon. His hands were swinging at his sides, his muscles tensing and releasing as he paced. When he stopped, you were a good distance away from the house, out of earshot, you assumed, and away from any scrutiny. He turned, slowly, his every movement calculated, the effort behind his actions obvious. He was going out of his way to eliminate any perception you could have of him being a threat to your safety. He kept his distance, addressing you in a whisper from a handful of feet away, his bare feet digging into the earth as he spoke. “Y/n, I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me. That was… I put you at risk, and I’m so, so sorry.” His eyes lifted to the stars, his head shaking with frustration. “And, you know, I can’t even promise that it won’t happen again. I’m not in control, not like that. This can happen again, and that…” his voice dropped off, his sentence hanging open, fluttering in the breeze. When his eyes returned to yours, his face was broken, his lips pursed to keep them from quivering. “I mean, I’d understand if it’s too much. As much as it kills me, I can understand if you need to go.” He raised his hands, surrendering. “I want you safe, that’s all. I can’t promise you’ll be safe around me. I can’t.” You shook your head, closing the distance between you, continuing even after he mirrored your first few steps, eager to keep you out of harm’s way.

“Paul, if anything, you went out of your way to keep me safe tonight. You warned me that you were losing control, and you backed up, and you gave me time to step back.” He opened his mouth to speak, but you refused to let berate himself further. “You are not a threat to me, and I’m not going anywhere.” He exhaled deeply, relieved, and closed his arms around your back, pulling you to the warmth of his chest.