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Old Friends, New Dangers

a/n: Yall... I cooked with this one omg. Like as soon as it turns October, my urge to write Twilight fanfiction becomes so extreme. I used to write them all the time on another account, but I don't use it anymore. Anyways... Enjoy <3

summary: paul imprints on someone unexpected

word count: 4.1k

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The air was thick with the mist of the Pacific Northwest as Y/n moved swiftly through the towering pines. Her heightened senses caught every rustle of leaves, every breath of the wind. Forks had always felt suffocating, even when she visited the Cullens long ago. Today, it was a reminder of the family she hadn’t stood with when they faced their greatest threat.

The guilt sat heavy in her chest like a stone. You should’ve been there, she thought. They needed you.

But her own crisis had been just as consuming. In truth, she had barely survived her encounter with the rogue coven that had hunted her for years. The Volturi battle hadn’t been the only war in the world, and Y/n had been fighting her own.

Y/n caught her reflection in a passing creek and paused, crouching by the water. Her deep brown skin glowed faintly in the dim light, and her eyes—still a vivid crimson—stared back at her. The Cullens had always been different, with their golden eyes that symbolized their vegetarian lifestyle. She couldn’t deny the hunger that burned in her throat. A hundred years of resisting temptation, and yet, she still wasn’t one of them.

Her long, layered silk press flowed around her like liquid ebony, even in the dampness of the forest air. She ran a hand through it absentmindedly as she sighed. She would never fit in perfectly with the Cullens. That’s why she left. That’s why she was a nomad.

But Carlisle had always been kind, and she owed him an explanation.

-

The Cullen mansion appeared like a shimmering beacon amidst the trees—modern, sleek, and yet hidden in the remote woods of Forks. Y/n approached cautiously. It had been too long, and while she trusted Carlisle, the others might not welcome her as easily.

As she neared the house, she slowed, her footsteps becoming light, barely touching the ground. Before she could reach the porch, a flash of movement caught her eye. Edward, unsurprisingly, was the first to appear. He stepped out of the shadows, his golden eyes scanning her with cautious intensity. Y/n could feel his mind brush against hers as he tried to read her thoughts.

Edward, she mentally projected, I'm not here to cause trouble.

His expression softened slightly, but not by much. Bella emerged from behind him, holding Renesmee close. Her face was stoic, protective.

Y/n gave them a small smile, trying to appear as non-threatening as possible, but the tension was unmistakable.

The front door opened, and Carlisle stepped out, his face breaking into a gentle, welcoming smile. "Y/n," he said warmly. "It’s been too long."

Y/n felt a wave of relief at his tone. “Carlisle,” she breathed, stepping forward. She hadn’t realized how much she had missed his calm, fatherly presence. She could feel the eyes of the rest of the family from the windows inside—Alice, Jasper, Emmett, Rosalie—all watching her, assessing the potential danger she posed.

Esme appeared beside Carlisle, her expression equally warm, though tinged with concern. “We’re glad to see you safe,” she said softly, her kind eyes studying Y/n’s features.

Y/n swallowed the knot in her throat. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there,” she started. “When the Volturi came. I should have been here, but…”

Carlisle shook his head, his smile never wavering. “You had your own battles to fight. I understand.”

“Still,” Y/n continued, “I should’ve done more. I let you all down.” She looked at him, guilt in her red eyes. She hadn’t even realized how heavy the burden was until she was standing before him.

“I’m just glad you’re here now,” Carlisle replied, putting a hand on her shoulder in that reassuring way he always had. "What matters is that you’re safe.”

Edward, still tense, stepped forward slightly, eyeing Y/n with suspicion. “It’s not just the past we need to worry about,” he said, his voice low. “You’re still hunting humans, aren’t you?”

The air froze around them. Y/n couldn’t deny it, even though the accusation stung. She had never fully embraced the vegetarian lifestyle the Cullens so strictly adhered to, and that was something she had wrestled with for years.

“I am,” she admitted, her voice steady but guarded. “But I’m not a threat to you. I’ve always respected your way of life, even if I can’t live it.”

Bella frowned slightly, her arms still wrapped protectively around Renesmee. "It's not just about us," she said. "The wolves...they’re still patrolling. You know how they feel about vampires who aren’t like us."

Y/n’s brows furrowed. She had almost forgotten about the Quileute wolves, the natural protectors of this land. They were bound to sense her presence soon, if they hadn’t already.

-

Moments later, as if on cue, the unmistakable sound of paws hitting the earth reverberated in the distance. Y/n’s sharp senses picked it up immediately, and she tensed. The wolves.

Jacob, accompanied by two others, was running toward the Cullen home, his expression as intense as ever. One of the wolves shifted mid-run, and a shirtless man stood before them in seconds. His dark eyes immediately locked onto Y/n, a defensive scowl crossing his features.

Paul.

He was as she remembered him—fierce, quick-tempered, and ever-ready for a fight. His muscled frame was tense, and even though he stood in human form now, the aggression in his posture was undeniable. Y/n’s presence alone was enough to set him off. She could sense it, the way his heartbeat quickened, his fists clenching at his sides.

“What’s she doing here?” Paul growled, his voice dripping with hostility.

Jacob stepped in front of Paul, placing a hand on his chest to calm him down. “She’s not a threat, Paul. Relax.”

But Y/n could see it wasn’t that simple. Paul’s eyes flickered between her and the Cullens, mistrust etched into every line of his face. She could feel the heat of his anger from where she stood, but something strange rippled through the air between them—an unfamiliar, electric pull.

For a moment, their eyes locked, and Y/n’s breath hitched. She had been around enough wolves to know their instincts were unpredictable, but this… this was different. She could feel Paul’s emotions crackling in the air, but underneath the aggression, there was something else. Something raw, primal, and entirely unexpected.

Paul took a step back, his expression shifting from anger to confusion, as though he were fighting something within himself. His jaw clenched, his fists tightening. “No… no way,” he muttered under his breath, his voice trembling with disbelief.

Y/n frowned, her brow furrowed. “What… what’s happening?”

Jacob’s eyes widened in realization, and he turned to Paul, his expression one of shock. “Paul… did you just imprint?”

Paul's face paled, and his body went rigid. The fury in his eyes had been replaced by sheer confusion, and for the first time since Y/n had met him, Paul looked… vulnerable.

Y/n felt her stomach drop, her vampire instincts screaming at her to run, but something deeper, something more human, rooted her to the spot. She didn’t understand what had just happened, but she knew it had changed everything.

-

The tension hung thick in the air, thicker than the mist swirling through the trees around the Cullen home. Y/n’s mind raced, trying to comprehend what had just happened. Imprinting—a bond she had heard of only in stories—had been something she never expected to encounter, let alone be the center of. But there was no mistaking it. The way Paul’s aggressive stance had melted into confusion, the raw emotions flickering in his dark eyes—it was undeniable.

But she was a vampire, and he was a wolf. This shouldn’t have been possible.

Paul stood frozen a few feet away, his broad chest heaving as he struggled with the same realization. Y/n could see the conflict written on his face, his entire being torn between his natural instinct to hate her and this newfound, overwhelming need to protect her. She didn’t know what to make of it, and judging by the way he was clenching and unclenching his fists, neither did he.

Jacob, standing off to the side, broke the silence first, his voice low but firm. “Paul, you need to calm down.”

“I—” Paul’s voice cracked, as though the words were stuck in his throat. He took another step back, shaking his head like he was trying to wake up from a bad dream. His gaze darted toward Y/n, then back to Jacob. “This can’t be happening.”

Y/n shifted uncomfortably, the weight of everyone’s eyes on her. The Cullens were watching with concern, and she could feel Bella’s protectiveness radiating toward Renesmee. Even Edward, though usually composed, had a look of uncertainty about him. Everyone was waiting to see what she would do next.

She was waiting to see what she would do next.

Her throat tightened, and she took a cautious step forward. “Paul... I don’t know what this means either. But I—”

“Don’t,” he interrupted, his voice harsh as he glared at her. “Just… don’t.”

The sharpness in his tone stung, but Y/n understood. Paul had always been quick to anger, but this was different. He was terrified, and the idea of a connection to someone like her—a vampire, someone his kind was sworn to protect against—had to be shattering everything he thought he knew.

Carlisle, ever the diplomat, stepped between them, his voice calm and measured. “I think we should all take a moment to process this. This situation is… unprecedented.”

Paul let out a bitter laugh, rubbing a hand over his face in frustration. “Unprecedented? Carlisle, she’s not supposed to be here! She’s dangerous!”

Y/n felt a flare of indignation rise in her chest, but she bit back her retort. Paul wasn’t entirely wrong. She wasn’t a vegetarian like the Cullens, and her bloodlust was a constant battle, especially around humans. The wolves had every reason to be wary of her.

“I’m not here to cause trouble,” she said, her voice steady despite the storm brewing inside her. “I came to apologize to Carlisle and the Cullens, not to be a threat to anyone.”

Paul’s jaw clenched as he stared at her, something unreadable flickering in his eyes. “Then why does it feel like everything’s spiraling out of control the second you show up?”

-

Paul couldn’t breathe. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw her face—those vivid red eyes, her smooth dark skin, her presence that now felt like a gravitational pull he couldn’t escape. And he didn’t know if he wanted to.

He stormed through the trees, Jacob jogging behind him, trying to keep up. Paul could hear his thoughts, trying to calm him, trying to make sense of the situation, but it wasn’t working. Nothing made sense anymore. He had spent years hating vampires, especially ones like Y/n who fed on humans, and now, fate had decided to tether him to one?

“Paul, slow down!” Jacob finally called out, stopping a few feet behind him.

Paul stopped abruptly, his hands shaking as he ran them through his hair, tugging at it. “Why her?” he growled, his voice barely above a whisper. “Of all people—why a vampire?”

Jacob exhaled, walking over to him slowly. “Imprinting doesn’t care about stuff like that. You know that better than anyone.”

“Yeah, but this is different,” Paul snapped, turning to face his alpha. “This isn’t some random human girl. She’s a predator.”

Jacob crossed his arms, his gaze serious. “And yet, you can’t hurt her. You feel the need to protect her, right?”

Paul said nothing, but his silence was answer enough.

Jacob placed a hand on his shoulder, his voice softening. “I know this is a lot, Paul. But imprinting isn’t something you can fight. You know that.”

Paul clenched his fists. He didn’t want to protect Y/n. He wanted to push her away, to stay as far from her as possible. But every time he thought about leaving, something deep inside him rebelled against the idea. His instincts—the ones that had guided him as a wolf, that had kept him alive—now screamed at him to stay close to her, to make sure she was safe.

“How the hell am I supposed to deal with this?” Paul muttered, more to himself than Jacob.

Jacob sighed. “You’ll figure it out. But whatever happens, we’ve got your back. Just… don’t do anything stupid.”

-

Y/n had never felt so out of place in her life. She stood in the living room of the Cullen house, her back against the cool glass window as Alice sat perched on the edge of a couch, watching her with curious eyes.

“You okay?” Alice asked softly, breaking the silence that had settled between them.

Y/n sighed, rubbing her forehead. “Honestly? No. I have no idea what just happened out there.”

Alice gave her a knowing smile. “Imprinting is... complicated. Even for us, it’s hard to fully understand. But from what I can see, Paul’s entire world just got flipped upside down.”

Y/n couldn’t suppress the scoff that escaped her lips. “What about my world? I didn’t ask for this either.”

Alice’s smile faded slightly, and she stood up, moving to stand beside Y/n. “I know. But the imprint bond... it’s powerful. It’s not something that can be easily ignored. I think, deep down, you feel it too.”

Y/n glanced at her, frowning. “What are you saying?”

Alice’s eyes were gentle, but firm. “You feel it too, don’t you? That pull. Like something’s shifted inside you.”

Y/n opened her mouth to deny it, but the words wouldn’t come. She did feel something—something strange and new, a connection she didn’t understand. And that terrified her. She had spent years avoiding attachments, running from anything that could make her vulnerable. Now, she was bound to a man who was sworn to hate her.

“I can’t,” Y/n muttered, shaking her head. “This isn’t... I’m not someone who can just fit into this world. I’ve always been on my own.”

Alice touched her arm gently. “You don’t have to be. Not anymore.”

Y/n’s red eyes met Alice’s golden ones, searching for some kind of reassurance, some way to make sense of the chaos swirling inside her. But there was no easy answer.

“I don’t know if I can do this, Alice,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Alice smiled softly, her gaze understanding. “You don’t have to figure it all out right now. Just... take it one step at a time.”

-

Later that night, Y/n found herself wandering through the woods outside the Cullen house, her mind still spinning with the events of the day. The sound of footsteps behind her made her stop.

She didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.

“Paul,” she said, her voice quiet.

He stepped into view, his expression a mixture of anger and frustration, but something else simmered beneath the surface—something softer, more vulnerable.

“Why are you out here alone?” he asked, his voice low but intense.

Y/n crossed her arms, her eyes locking onto his. “I needed space. Everything’s… complicated.”

Paul let out a harsh laugh. “Yeah. No kidding.”

They stood in silence for a moment, the tension between them thick and unspoken. Finally, Paul broke the silence.

“I didn’t ask for this,” he said, his voice rough. “This... connection. I don’t understand it. I don’t want it.”

Y/n’s chest tightened. “You think I do? I never asked for any of this either. But it’s happening, and we have to deal with it.”

Paul looked at her, really looked at her, for the first time since the imprint. His eyes softened, and for a brief moment, the anger drained from his face. “I don’t know how to do that.”

Y/n took a deep breath, her heart racing in a way it hadn’t since she became a vampire. “Neither do I.”

They stood there, two enemies bound by fate, neither knowing what the future held. But one thing was clear: neither could walk away, no matter how hard they tried.

-

The silence between Y/n and Paul was thick with unsaid words, the night air around them charged with tension neither of them fully understood. They stood just inside the tree line, the Cullen house glowing softly in the distance, but it might as well have been a world away.

For the past few days, since their initial confrontation, Y/n had kept her distance from the Cullens and the wolves. She spent her nights wandering through the forest, wrestling with the unfamiliar pull of the imprint. Paul had been keeping his distance too, but she could feel him—his presence, his emotions—like an invisible tether, always pulling her back to him no matter how far she tried to run.

Now, here they were again. Neither able to stay away. Neither able to make sense of it all.

Paul’s dark eyes flicked up to meet hers, something raw and vulnerable in them that hadn’t been there before. He took a step closer, and she held her ground, though every instinct in her told her to back away.

“Why do I feel like this?” Paul muttered, his voice thick with frustration. “I can’t stop thinking about you, even though I don’t want to.”

Y/n’s chest tightened. She felt the same way—an inexplicable need to be near him, to protect him, to make sure he was safe, even if it made no sense. But she wasn’t about to admit that. Not yet.

“I don’t know,” she said quietly. “Maybe… maybe it’s the imprint. Maybe it’s messing with both of us.”

Paul’s jaw clenched. “It’s more than that. I can’t even think straight. All I know is I’m supposed to be near you, and it’s driving me insane.”

Y/n exhaled sharply, crossing her arms defensively. “I never asked for this, Paul. I didn’t ask for you to imprint on me. I’ve spent my entire life avoiding connections like this. I don’t do… attachment.”

His eyes darkened, his frustration shifting into something more intense. “Yeah, well, neither do I. I’ve spent my life hating vampires. And now I’m stuck feeling like I need to protect one.”

She felt the sting of his words, but she couldn’t blame him. He had every right to be angry, just as she did. But this was their reality now, and neither of them could escape it.

They stood in silence for a moment, the weight of their shared predicament pressing down on them like a suffocating blanket. Then, Paul’s voice broke through the stillness, softer this time.

“I don’t want to hate you.”

Y/n’s eyes snapped to his, surprised by the vulnerability in his voice. “What?”

Paul ran a hand through his hair, exhaling harshly. “I don’t want to hate you. I don’t know what the hell this is, but… I don’t want to fight it anymore.”

Her heart pounded in her chest, confusion swirling inside her. She had spent so long building walls around herself, protecting herself from feeling anything too deeply. But here was Paul, someone who should have been her natural enemy, standing in front of her, telling her he didn’t want to fight anymore.

The walls she had built felt fragile now, crumbling in the face of something neither of them could control.

“I don’t know how to do this,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Paul stepped closer, so close she could feel the heat radiating off him despite the cool night air. “Neither do I. But we’ll figure it out.”

-

The next day, Y/n found herself back at the Cullen house, standing in the middle of the living room, surrounded by the wary eyes of the pack. Jacob had called a meeting after Paul admitted to the imprint, hoping to ease the tension between the wolves and the vampires. But Y/n could feel the distrust thick in the air.

Sam stood at the front of the group, his arms crossed, his expression unreadable. He had been quiet since she arrived, listening to everything with a cold, calculating look. Y/n’s gaze flickered to Paul, who was standing off to the side, his eyes constantly darting between her and his packmates. He looked on edge, like he was waiting for something to snap.

“We can’t just ignore this,” Sam said, breaking the silence. His voice was calm, but there was an undercurrent of steel in it. “Paul’s imprinted on a vampire. A non-vegetarian vampire.”

Y/n stiffened, feeling the weight of their eyes on her, judging her. She wanted to defend herself, to argue that she wasn’t a threat, but the truth was more complicated. She wasn’t like the Cullens. She had fed on humans, and even though she had never hurt anyone near Forks, it was hard to deny what she was.

“I know what I am,” Y/n said, her voice steady. “I’m not like the Cullens. I’ve made mistakes. But I’m not here to cause trouble. I came here to apologize, and now I’m just trying to figure out how to deal with… this.”

She glanced at Paul, who met her eyes with a look that told her he was as confused as she was.

Jacob stepped forward, his voice more diplomatic. “Imprinting is out of anyone’s control. We’ve dealt with this before. You all know that.” He glanced meaningfully at Sam. “We’ve had other imprints that broke the rules, but we found a way to handle it.”

Sam’s expression didn’t soften. “This isn’t the same as imprinting on a human. She’s dangerous.”

Paul growled softly under his breath, his protectiveness flaring up. “She’s not dangerous to me.”

Sam’s eyes snapped to Paul, his expression hardening. “Are you willing to risk that?”

Y/n tensed. She had been around the pack long enough to know the importance of the alpha’s word, and Sam’s opinion carried a lot of weight. If he decided she was too much of a risk, it would put a strain on the tenuous peace between the wolves and the vampires.

“I won’t hurt him,” Y/n said quietly, her voice firm. “I don’t know what this imprinting thing means, but I know one thing—I don’t want to hurt anyone. Especially not Paul.”

The room fell silent, the weight of her words sinking in.

After what felt like an eternity, Sam finally nodded, though his expression remained guarded. “For now, we’ll keep an eye on the situation. But if anything changes, if you put anyone at risk—” He let the threat hang in the air.

Y/n didn’t need him to finish the sentence. She understood the stakes.

-

Later that evening, Y/n found herself standing at the edge of the woods again, staring out at the fading sunlight. She had always found comfort in the stillness of the forest, but tonight, her mind was restless.

Paul appeared beside her, silent as ever. She didn’t turn to face him, but she could feel his presence like a flame burning beside her.

“Are you okay?” he asked after a long pause.

Y/n shrugged, keeping her eyes on the trees. “I don’t know. Everything feels... different now. I don’t know how to be this person—the one who’s tied to someone else.”

Paul was quiet for a moment, then he let out a soft chuckle. “Yeah, it’s weird for me too.”

Y/n glanced at him, surprised by the amusement in his tone. “What’s so funny?”

Paul shrugged, a hint of a smile playing at his lips. “I guess I never imagined I’d be standing here talking about feelings with a vampire.”

She couldn’t help but laugh at that, the tension easing between them. “I never imagined I’d be stuck with a wolf.”

They stood in comfortable silence for a few moments, both of them staring out at the forest as the night deepened.

Then, Paul spoke again, his voice softer this time. “I’m not good at this... at talking about stuff like this. But I know one thing—I can’t let anything happen to you.”

Y/n’s breath caught in her throat. The sincerity in his voice, the intensity of his gaze—it was overwhelming. She had spent so long running from attachments, pushing people away, but with Paul, it felt different. It felt inevitable.

“I don’t need protecting,” she said quietly, though her voice lacked conviction.

Paul’s eyes softened. “Maybe not. But that doesn’t change the fact that I’m going to protect you.”

The weight of his words settled over her, and for the first time, Y/n didn’t feel the need to argue. She didn’t feel the need to run.

Maybe this was what the imprint was supposed to be. Maybe this connection between them was something she couldn’t fight anymore.

And for the first time in a long time, Y/n wasn’t sure she wanted to.

just started do read twilight and im completely in love

Great Despair

— In which Jacob abandons you out of nowhere but returns with a big secret.

— jacob x fem!reader

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Unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him, is what I would’ve said before he broke my heart. Unconditionally and irrevocably in love is what I would still say now.

It all started with not answering calls, then excuses on why he couldn’t spend time with me, then finally asking if we could talk.

The heavy weight I felt emotionally quickly turned physical as well. I knew something was up with him before he even mentioned it. I felt the way his smile no longer reached his eyes when he was around me, the way his kisses no longer stole my breath. I felt his heart no longer wanting me.

I don’t blame Bella. Why would I? She’s beautiful, and I’m sure she’s amazing if she caught Jakes eye. But I do blame Jake, I blame him for playing along while he knew deep down I wasn’t what he wanted anymore. I blame him for not trying to hide the way he felt about me was changing. I blame him for hurting me and going back on his word. I blame him for ever letting the words leave his mouth, for ever speaking of how much he loved me.

I hadn’t bothered to speak to any of the other guys since he left. Not like there were many left either way, Jared had already joined Sam’s cult, Embry following quickly after. Quil came by once to check on me, but I just made my mom send him away. I felt bad, I mean after all he was alone too, but it was just too hard, all he did was remind me of Jake. Eventually he showed up to class with more muscle, shorter hair cut, and sporting a muscle top which showed off his matching tattoo with all the others.

Going back to school was somehow worse. Being captain of the reservations only girl’s lacrosse team made it hard to drown out peoples whispers. Walking down the hall I could feel peoples eyes on me, them whispering rumors and lies to each other, judging. It was hard at first, not letting their selfish words get to me. I had no one, not Jake, not Quil, not any of the other guys. I felt completely isolated from my world, but I guess I was just going to have to get used to it because they all made it very clear they wanted nothing to do with me.

The last game of the season was coming up, it was a big tradition for everyone on the reservation to show up and support the girls as some went off to college and others stepped up and took on their new roles. Being completely honest, I wanted nothing to do with lacrosse, especially not when the whole town was going to watch you play. Despite this, I gathered up whatever dignity and courage I had left, which wasn’t much, and drove myself to the stadium. Entering the locker I put on my game face and got into my zone. It wasn’t fair to let myself drown in self pity and rub off bad energy on all the girls who had worked so hard to get us here.

“3 minutes girls!” Our coach announced as the girls started getting their gear ready. I walked into the bathroom and leaned over the sink, looking into the mirror, into my emotionless eyes. “Hey you okay?” Kim asks, making me look up at her. “Huh? Yeah I’m good, just getting into game mode.” I say while forcing a smile. “Okay um you got 1 minute left before we gotta get on the field.” She says before walking away. Kim, new girlfriend of Jared. Must be nice, being so close to the only person who could fix my broken heart. I envy her, she’s with someone whom she loves, someone who also loves her back, someone who would go to the ends of the world if she asked.

Walking onto the sideline, I shake hands with the referee and the opposing team’s head captain. After our routine pre-game huddle, the ref’s blow the whistle initialing the minute warning. I step onto the field, scanning the crowd of people on the bleachers out of instinct. I curse myself, how dumb could I be? Of course he’s not going to be at his ex girlfriends lacrosse game. But, it wouldn’t hurt to check right? I continue looking through the crowd and then, I find those beautiful brown eyes, we lock into a gaze. It feels as if the wind has been knocked out of me, I grasp my stick tighter as all the sounds around me suddenly go quiet.

I hear the high-pitched ring coming from the ref’s whistle, indicating that the game has begun. Quickly breaking our eye contact, I say a quick prayer in my head and try to focus on the game. I see our midfielder gain control of the ball and quickly pass to Kim. I run alongside the edge of the field, making my way past the center line. “OPEN!” I yell catching Kim’s attention, she nods and moves clear of any players in front of her, throwing the ball about 20 feet into the net of my stick. I quickly turn and dodge and opposing player as she attempts to shoulder check me, getting close enough of to the goal I take my chances and throw, the ball going straight over the goalies head, earning us a point.

We win the game with 6 points leading, walking towards the bench I can see my family rushing towards me from the bleachers. “Oh baby you did so good! I am so proud of my little girl.” My mom says as she pulls me in for a hug. I smile at her, pulling away from the hug and grabbing my father’s and younger sister’s arms to bring them in. “We’ll see you at home Sloan.” My father says while kissing my forehead as a goodbye. I nod and gather my gear, placing it into my gym bag. I start saying goodbyes to my teammates, “Hey, you did really good tonight.” Kim once I get to her, “Thanks you too.” I say, giving her a small smile. “Hey, um I heard about you and Jacob. I hope things work out between you and him, I know how much you two loved each other.” She says, “Oh, um thanks but I don’t think he wants anything to do with me.” I say truthfully, she gives me a sympathetic smile, she reaches out for my hand, “I hope he proves you wrong.” She says while consoling me, I force a smile and start walking away.

Opening my bedroom door, the heavy energy rushing to me. My bed’s unmade, clothes on the floor, tissues on the bed side table. I sigh, grabbing trash around the room, putting my clothes up, and changing my sheets. I guess i’m just going to have to accept the fact that this is it, we aren’t together anymore and there’s nothing I can do about it. As I finish showering and am about to get in bed, I hear small clicks coming from my window. Slowly, I make my way towards my blinds, lifting them and peaking my head to find the cause of the noise. “Jacob?” I say in shock, lifting up my window I bend down and move my head under and out the window. “What are you doing here?” I ask with a stern tone, “Can I come up Sloan?” He asks while dropping the rest of the pebbles he had collected in his right palm. I contemplate, this does not sound like a good idea, why is he even here? I thought he never wanted to hear from me again, I think in my head before slowly nodding yes. I back up and sit down on my dark green comforter, watching as he carefully climbs in through my window. I start playing with my hands nervously before looking up to him and connecting our eyes. “Ahem, look I just wanted to say I’m sorry for the way things ended. I know what I said and I know that you didn’t deserve that, It’s just complicated but…I am sorry Sloan.” He says after sitting down next to me, I take a deep breath and look at the picture sitting on my dresser. It was a picture of us, on our 1 year anniversary. We had taken a trip to Seattle and spent the whole day doing stuff around the city, ending our night at our hotel room which looked down at the city. We sat in silence for a few minutes, he stood up and headed towards my window to leave, “Jacob?” I say quietly, he stops in his tracks and slowly turns to look at me, “Do you love her?” I say while trying to fight the tears building up. “What? No, I never loved her, I never wanted her, I’ve only ever wanted you Sloan.” He says before walking towards me, kneeling in front of me and holding my hands in his. “I love you Sloan, I’m still in love with you.” He says slowly, I look into his eyes as a tear manages to slip out. He wipes it away with his thumb, cradling my face with one hand. “There’s something I have to tell you.” He says before closing his eyes and kissing both my hands. “Will you come with me?” He asks, “Okay.” I say, placing my hand on the side of his neck, feeling his warm skin under mine.

“What are we doing in the woods Jake?” I asks hesitantly as we walk further away from my house, slowly becoming just an blurry view in the distance. “I have to show you something, it’ll all make sense after.” He says while still holding onto my hand, “Okay this is good, now just stand there, and don’t move.” He says while stepping away, I look around us and see nothing but darkness and trees. I turn back around and see him taking off his clothes. “Jake what are you doing?” I say, trying to maintain eye contact and respect his modesty, “It’s okay Sloan, I promise.” He says while standing a couple yard away from me, completely bare. I swallow thickly and try to maintain the rest of the body heat I had left. My jaw drops as I watch Jake turn from the body I love into a wolf standing about 3 feet taller than me, I slowly starts backing up. He whimpers and lowers his head, making eye contacts with me. I hesitate, before slowly making my way towards him, placing a hand atop of his head, slowly petting him. After a couple minutes he backs up and somehow changes back into the boy I know. “I couldn’t tell you until I knew, I had to make sure it was you.” I furrow my eyebrows, “So you turn into a huge wolf then….I’m guessing all the legends are true then? Even the pale face ones?” I say questionably, he finishes putting his clothes back on before nodding. “Yeah they are, but there’s one that I wanted to talk about…..I don’t know if my dad ever told this one at a council meeting but do you know what imprinting is?” He asks me while reaching out for my hand, we start the walk back to my house but in no rush. “No I don’t think so.” I say looking up at him, “Well, basically, it’s a wolf thing but apparently we all have imprints, I guess you could say their like our soulmates. We can be whatever they need, a friend, a brother, a father, even a lover. The gods will align you two to somehow cross paths, just how Leah’s cousin came to visit randomly and within the next 2 months she was married to Same.” I slowly nod, “Sam didn’t want to hurt Leah, he loved her, but the imprint is too strong to deny. It becomes mentally and physically painful. Like all the cells in your body are fighting back, trying to push you towards something. And when you do find your imprint it’s like nobody else compares, nothing else matters except them. The world goes silent, air goes still, the world completely stops. All you want from that point on is for your imprint to be safe, to protect them, to love them.” He says passionately, our hands still connected. “So, I’m guessing Bella is your imprint..” I say sheepishly, trying to mask my heartbreak. He surprisingly laughs, then reveals a toothy grin. “You are so clueless aren’t you.” He says boastingly, “It’s you. I imprinted on you.” He stops us from walking and steps in front of me, grabbing both my hands. “Ignoring you was a mistake, breaking up was a mistake. You don’t know how bad I wanted to tell you, but I had to protect you until I knew for sure it was you. I mean even now I’m going against Sam’s orders. But Sloan, I am unconditionally and irrevocably in love with you.” He says emotionally, I look up to him, “You don’t know how bad I’ve wanted you to say that.” I say smiling making him let out a small chuckle.

“I will never leave you again, I promise you Sloan Deere.” He says as I lay in his chest, both of us basking in the comfort of my bed. “I will spend the rest of my life completely devoted to you, if you’ll have me.” He says, gently pushing my face up to meet his, I look into his eyes and can almost see how genuine his words are. I take a deep breath in and kiss him. Our lips move in sync, his sweet taste engulfing my thoughts. I slowly pull away while placing a hand on the back of his neck, “I love you Jake.” I say before looking into his eyes, “I love you too Sloan.” He says, slowly connect our lips.

The Beginning

I'm a new writer and thought this would be a good concept for Edward's memory to be wiped. I plan to make this a series. Check here for updates. Ideas and (constructive) criticism are encouraged and accepted!

Chicago, 1901

Third Person POV

Edward Cullen lay still on the hospital bed, each wheezing breath struggling to fill his lungs. He doesn't know how he got here, he only knows that there's not much time left. The only thoughts that filled his head were of his mother, father, and lover, the help. The house housekeeper had just brought her daughter, {y/n} to help with her work. Her smooth skin and brown eyes forever imprinted in his mind.

As her mother got older, it got harder for her to complete her daily tasks, her mother allowed for {y/n} to come work for the family. {y/n} was around his age and had a talent for healing. There was no ailment or illness she couldn't heal. It's like she was his personal angel sent from heaven to keep him safe.

Edward was shaken out of his thoughts when he was lightly touched on his shoulder by a man. His eyes took a while to adjust to the man's face. He soon recognized the man as Dr. Carlisle Cullen, the best doctor in town. He leaned close and whispered in his ear an apology. What was he apologizing for?, he thought. Before he could ask the doctor, there was a sharp pain in his neck. It felt like fire rushing through his body. He started convulsing as he was engulfed in flames.

When would it end?

Will I finally meet God?

Will I finally meet {y/n} in heaven?

{y/n}'s POV

The colored section of the hospital was falling apart, I can't feel my legs after laying in this damn bed. My mother already died, I found her dead in her bed at home. She died in her sleep once the sickness hit our part of town.

The last thing I remember is kissing Edward goodbye behind the house before going home to tend to my mother. I can't believe I fell in love with my boss's son. Ms. Elizabeth would have herself a heart attack if she ever found out. Hell, she might come down and kill me now.

Is he here?

Did I get him sick?

As I lay in bed, I am picked up and moved to an empty room. "I apologize for the disturbance," a voice says. I look to my right and a God-like man is next to me. "This is the only was I could do this without anyone noticing." He looks at the door repeatedly as he talks to me, urgency lacing his tone. "God?" I asked. This must be heaven, I can finally be with my mother.

The man laughs, his smile comforting yet threatening. "I am here to help you," he said. "I want to give you a second chance at life." He held my hand and stoked my forehead. "Relax and this will be over soon."

That was the last thing I heard before the fire consumed me.

TEAM EDWARD FOR BELLA TEAM JACOB FOR ME!!!! BELLA CAN KEEP HER VAMPIRE TWINK!!!!

life is so much better when i pretend im bella swan

my twilight hottake is that alice and bella should of ended up together

Rewatching Twilight Breaking Dawn part one and all I can think of is Bella at her wedding to Edward looks happier with the 5 minutes with Jacob than the whole saga with Edward

𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅.

𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈!

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒑𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒄 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒏𝒅.

𝑬𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚!

 ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ♡

𝑨 𝑮𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝑻𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕

𝑳𝒆𝒕'𝒔 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒐𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝑾𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒑𝒂𝒅

𝘼 𝙂𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩 𝙛𝙖𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙏𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩

𝙊𝙣 𝙒𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙥𝙖𝙙: 𝙇𝙚𝙩'𝙨 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙮 𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙤𝙨

happy holidays 🎄💋

brunch !!

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

canadian countryside ✧.*