la tua cantante !

he moves behind her quickly, forgetting his half packed bag on the bed. she had told him to pack weeks ago but between patrol and getting ready for the wedding he hadn’t found time. now, he wished he had so as not to be distracted from looking at her today. he felt like he couldn’t keep his eyes off of her - his bella, his one true love. with his eyes back on her like they belong he smiles, beginning to help with the buttons on her dress and attempting not to get carried away in the act of undressing her. he had to remind himself that billy would be back from the reception clean up any second .. that they might be overheard ..

‘wife, wife, wife.’ he mummers along with her, biting his lip as the first few buttons come undone. deciding to go even farther and tease her as much as she’s teasing him the boy leans in, one hand able to deftly get to a few more buttons as the other encircles her waist. his lips are at her ear, breath moving tendrils of her hair that are hanging from the style she had managed for the festivities. ‘i think i like the idea of you in a bikini way more than some boring tower in paris.’ he tells her, lips moving to press against the hollow under her ear. 

a few more buttons and her dress is ready to come off but he stays where he is moving lips from her ear to the side of her neck, following a simple line there and speaking against her skin when he can. ‘of course.. i’d love to see you in pretty much anything.’ a wicked grin, another kiss. ‘or nothing.’ 

 bella  loved  the  feeling  of  his  warm  fingers  brushing  over  her  back.  it  sent  tingles  down  her  spine.  she  leaned  into  him  a  little,  but  was  trying  her  best  not  to  get  carried  away,  and  she  knew  the  closer  she  got  to  him,  the  more  she’d  want  to  drop  this  dress  and  pull  herself  to  him.  to  do  all  the  things  that  were  stereotypical  of  a  newlywed  couple  on  the  night  of  their  wedding.  to  say  she  was  eager  to  get  him  totally  alone  would  be  an  understand.  if  she  knew  they  weren’t  going  to  be  interrupted  tonight,  she’d  already  have  given  into  her  desires,  but  alas.  her  new  father-in-law  could  walk  in  at  any  moment.  

 she  loves  the  sound  of  him  calling  her  his  wife.  this  is  the  start  of  the  rest  of  their  lives  and  she's  so  excited  for  it.  ❝  they  say  it's  the  city  of  love,  ❞  she  says,  a  little  breathlessly,  a  smirk  of  a  smile  on  her  lips.  ❝  but  i  think  that's  wherever  you  are.  ❞  she  finishes,  turning  in  his  arms  so  she  can  press  a  kiss  to  his  lips.  her  dress  is  hanging  loosely  off  her  shoulders.  

 ❝  nothing,  huh?  well...  you  know,  i  wasn't  able  to  fit  a  bra  under  this  dress.  ❞  she  teases,  reaching  up  to  slide  one  side  of  her  dress  over  to  reveal  a  bare  shoulder  where  a  bra  strap  might  usually  be.  ❝  i'll  probably  have  to  steal  one  of  your  t-shirts  because  after  being  in  this  all  day,  i'd  rather  be  comfortable  than  try  to  put  something  of  mine  on  to  travel  in.  bras,  ick.  ❞  

he had never truly imagined that this day would come. sure he dreamt about it and sure he had plenty of fantasies about what would happen if he ever did get to call bella his wife. but he had never let himself truly believe. not even after she told him yes to his proposal, not even as they had planned this day so meticulously. and yet it had happened. she had gone through with it and they had said their i do’s in front of everyone they loved.

she was his, forever and ever more,

everything after was a haze of friends and laughing, silly speeches and twirls on the dance floor. he talked to everyone he knew in the short time they were there and held onto bella the entire time - refusing to let go for even a moment. there was a bittersweet moment where he spoke with alice - but even the pain of that moment was outshone by the beauty of the evening. everything was in its perfect place. nothing could ruin it.

‘i could probably get used to that.’ he laughs breathlessly, his arm going around her back to squeeze her to his side. it was a place she fit perfectly, comfortably. he was sad to let her go after they arrived at his room, his body feeling cold as he pulled away to grab their bags. moving quickly he began to fill his own. ‘i know it isn’t paris or anything but I really think you’ll love the beach.’ he tells her as he packs, his face reddening from the thought of how he couldn’t fly her to exotic locations for their honeymoon.

it  was  easy  to  fall  in  love  with  jake.  when  everything  happened,  she’d  been  crushed.  he’d  put  her  back  together,  and  that  had  meant  so  much  to  her.  and  from  that,  she’d  grown  to  love  him  more  than  anything.  he’d  seen  her  at  her  worst  and  he  still  loved  her.  she  couldn’t  understand  it,  but  she’d  take  it  any  day.  she  gives  him  a  smile  as  she  grabs  her  bag  and  double  checks  that  all  of  her  things  are  in  it.  she’d  packed  earlier  at  charlie’s  but  wanted  to  make  sure  she  had  everything  she’d  need  to  go  away  with.  

❝  i'm  definitely  going  to  get  used  to  it.  i  think  i  already  am.  husband.  husband,  husband,  husband.  i  like  the  sound  of  that.  ❞  she  says,  the  most  content  look  on  her  face.  she’s  floating  on  cloud  nine.  she  was  so  happy  with  how  her  life  was  turning  out.  she’d  be  taking  a  job  as  a  research  assistant  when  they  were  back  from  their  honeymoon,  married  to  her  best  friend,  ready  to  start  their  lives.  things  couldn’t  get  any  better  than  this.  

❝  i  love  the  beach.  charlie  and  i  used  to  go  instead  of  me  coming  here  for  a  couple  weeks  in  the  summer.  y’know,  because  i  hated  the  rain  and  cold  so  much.  how  things  change,  huh?  ❞  now,  she  loved  forks,  and  la  push.  it  was  mainly  because  of  the  people  here,  though.  the  people  she  loved  made  her  love  the  place  she  was  in.  ❝  as  nice  as  paris  might  be,  i’m  ready  to  lay  on  the  beach  in  a  bikini,  soak  up  some  sun,  and  drink  something  fruity.  ❞  she  says,  hands  moving  to  her  back  as  she  starts  to  unbutton  the  buttons  holding  the  back  of  her  dress  together.  she’ll  have  to  get  into  something  else  so  they  can  start  their  journey  to  where  they’ll  be  staying  at  the  beach.  her  beautiful  wedding  dress  will  have  to  go  back  in  it’s  bag.  

 ❝  i  do.  ❞  words  are  said  with  such  conviction  that  you  can  tell  just  how  happy  she  is  from  a  mile  away.  like  every  ounce  of  feeling  she's  got  were  in  those  words,  solidifying  that  she's  now  bound  to  him.  the  whole  day  had  been  a  whirlwind.  she'd  gotten  to  get  ready  for  her  wedding  with  her  parents  by  her  side,  her  best  friend  had  travelled  from  who  knows  where  to  be  with  her  (  alice  was  the  only  cullen  she  still  kept  in  contact  with,  for  obvious  reasons  ),  and  she  was  finally  happy.  truly  happy.  

 the  reception  went  by  in  a  blur  and  if  it  weren't  for  photos  being  taken,  bella  was  sure  she'd  never  remember  it  later  when  she  looked  back  on  the  event.  nothing  more  than  flashes  of  happiness,  laughter,  and  love.  so  much  love.  before  she  knew  it,  they  were  in  the  car  and  head  back  to  jake's  house.  what  would  be  theirs  for  just  a  little  while  before  their  new  home  was  ready  to  move  into.    

 it  had  been  long  enough.  bella  was  finally  ready  to  really  move  on.  it  had  been  more  than  a  year,  and  she  had  fallen  in  love  again.  and  even  better,  she  was  in  love  with  her  best  friend.  she  wasn’t  sure  how  she  had  managed  to  get  so  lucky  in  that  regard,  but  she  had.  finally,  her  heart  had  healed.  a  thousand  little  pieces  had  been  put  back  together  by  jake  and  she  felt  whole  again.  

 she  runs  a  finger  over  his  cheek,  breath  coming  out  in  harsh  pants,  worked  up  from  their  makeout  sesh.  she  wanted  to  take  it  further,  though.  she  wanted  to  take  this  next  step  with  him.  she  loved  the  feel  of  his  hands  on  his  body  and  they  weren’t  even  skin  to  skin  yet.  she  kisses  him  again  and  takes  a  breath.  

 ❝  i  really  want  this,  jake.  please,  there's  never  gonna  be  a  ❛  perfect  ❜  time,  it's  about  what  feels  right,  and  all  i  know  is  i  love  you  and  i  want  to  be  with  you.  ❞  she  says,  a  hand  resting  on  his  chest,  the  look  in  her  eyes  pleading  and  oh  so  sincere.

sometimes i think i’m following too many blogs then i remember half of them are hales

he knew better than to start this conversation with her. bella was a classic martyr and would want to feel his pain with him, no matter if it hurt her or not. and yet - he couldn’t help himself. after all, she was the only one outside of the pack that he truly could talk to about this stuff. the only one who he was as open with as he was himself. ‘ i know but bella, it hurts. and not just the physical pain - there are so many emotions. everything is heightened. ’ including the way he felt about her, that deep need to be with her despite her being with another. 

@freesiaveined didn’t ask for this but is getting it. 

             ‘ you don’t realize what’s its like.’ he mutters, twisting hands round and round in his lap. his head is ducked as he shuts his eyes , remembering the first time the monster came from inside of him. ‘ it’s all pain at first and then you’re bewildered and overwhelmed. ’ with a sigh he looks up, forcing a smile. ‘ sorry - i shouldn’t go into so much detail.’ 

@freesiaveined​ gets a one liner starter

                               “hey,  what’s  with  the  cryptic  secret  meeting  text?”

@fashionfangs​ said: ❝ I never claimed to be good. ❞

 bella  huffs  a  sigh,  letting  out  her  frustrations  as  she  looks  at  the  blonde  across  from  her.  ❝  that's  not  exactly  saying  you're  a  monster,  either.  ❞  she  says,  pointing  out  where  the  two  could  easily  be  misinterpreted.  ❝  six  of  one,  half  dozen  of  another.  ❞

 bella  blanched,  taken  aback  by  the  words  coming  out  of  jessica’s  mouth.  she  wasn’t  sure  she’d  actually  heard  that  correctly.  "  what...?  "  she  asks,  eyes  wide  from  the  surprise  of  it  all.  "  you  don't  mean...  me?  do  you...?  "