#twilight x reader insert

reader is getting married to edward, and develops cold feet--but their dad, charlie, is already to the rescue.

i've returned from my little hiatus after writing block. :)

Your feet were practically trembling underneath your weight as you listened to the chatter of your invited guests--your wedding day was here. Time seemed to have gone by so fast and you felt as though you didn’t sleep enough. And even so, you required little cosmetics to make your skin seem glass-like and angelic. 

“I see someone’s ready to get married,” your torso whipped around in the direction of the deep voice--and a smile was brought to your visage at the sight. You launched forward into the familiar scent of the physique in front of you and buried your face into your sheriff father’s shoulder. 

After releasing the hug and grasping onto the older man’s hands tightly for support, you sighed, “I’m so glad you’re here, dad.” 

Charlie’s face contorted into one of what seemed to be hesitation of what was to come. His brown eyes flickering back and forth between the aisle and you, his dress-clad daughter. Hair done in a (hair style), makeup, and of course, obnoxiously large bouquet grasped tightly in your hands. 

And then it hit him, his daughter was getting married. His firstborn.

He cleared his throat when you called to him and pulled him from his thoughts briefly; arm extended outward for you to loop your own into. “Are you ready?”

You inhaled deeply and were about to say that you were--but nope! You kept on breathing a couple more times. “Uhh, yeah! Yeah! I’m… I’m ready.”

It took what seemed like forever to reach your soon-to-be husband. But on your father’s arm, it seemed to never take that long to begin with. Your eyes kept flickering between yourself, Charlie and your beautiful lover, Edward. But you couldn’t help your breath catching in your throat when you realized just how many people were standing there staring at you. 

You were about to freeze in your tracks -- but Charlie wasn’t about to let that happen. He squeezed your hand slightly in encouragement, smiling all the way. “You’re almost there, (your name), just a few more steps,” he whispered dotingly into your vicinity.

Charlie was right--once you were in the arms of Edward nothing mattered. You turned your head to smile at your dad, (eye color) eyes twinkling in delight when you were now standing before the priest and your husband-to-be. It was time to let you go now.

He seemed hurt by the revelation that he wouldn't be able to protect his little girl the way he used to anymore. Someone else had taken on that task, leaving him with only Isabella, your sister,  to care for. Of course there would always be times when you’d meet hardships as that’s what marriage was, but, you were always welcome home. 

Advancing forward to press his lips to your cheek, and grasping your hand rather tightly, he finally placed them in the cool hands of the man you adored. “Take care of yourself (Y/N), I’m serious… I love you. And I’m always here.”

“Charlie! That doesn’t go there. Unless you want the decoration to fall on your head, then be my guest.” You sauntered over to his side and fixed the decoration before it could become a danger to the middle-aged man.

He was always clumsy like this—both in the kitchen and when it comes to renovation. You surely knew that upon meeting this man his ‘life’ would be in your hands, meaning, renovation and all things, well, Charlie.

You’d turned Bella’s old room into an entirely different one to welcome the life the both of you were to bring into the world together. It was your own personal little miracle baby. And since Charlie’s firstborn was busy with her own family.

He decided that it was time for him to remarry and settle down like he’d always wanted. It was almost godly that you’d managed to lure him away from the dangers of policework to invest some time into a relationship—just as his daughter would want him to.

When the both of you were finished your little escapade of banter and backtalk, the (insert color here) room was all decorated. Your husband of four years would press his palm onto the surface of your stomach, giving it a knowing pat as if confirming with the little rascal that their room was now completed. “Your ideas aren’t that bad. I think the little bugger’s going to like here.”

“Hmm, thank you, Charlie,” You tilted your head to look at him with mischief on your mind. You knew that he would complement you on your keen eye for décor—those apps really do help with inspiration, you had to admit.

[ ☁ ] tw : the threatening of the life of a child, fluff,

[ ☁ ] synopsis : Your adopted daughter, (D/N) is in immediate danger when Victoria, your sister, seeks out vengeance against the Cullens.

“What do you mean that she’s in danger, she’s a little girl Carlisle! She wouldn’t kill a little girl, would she?” You were speechless, lately since the death of James, you’d adopted a little girl. She was the sweetest you’d ever encountered. Innocence was limitless, as was your unconditional love for her.

As her parents you were meant to protect her for as long as your immortal lives allowed.

[ 🖤 ] tw : fluff, implied smut

[ 🤍 ] synopsis : you and jacob black, friends since childhood, marry each other, and coincidentally, on valentine's day.

“You know I didn’t think you were the marrying type.”

Jacob’s brow rose at the start of conversation you’d chosen. Swaying from side to side, your dance as husband and wife. Everything was calm up until the wedding day – the lead-up was hectic and everyone was trying their best to make it to the wedding. He squeezed you lightly up until you were flush against him, head resting lightly onto your exposed shoulder.

You didn’t know why you were being called from your hunt so soon. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to come back, however, you were curious as to what was occurring. Everything seemed so off putting.

“You contacted me for a reason, Carlisle,” you huffed, folding your arms over your mounds. “Let me guess, nomads? If this is about Bella, then—“

“It isn’t just about Bella, [Y/N],” the platinum haired male interjected softly. Your eyes followed his toward the newly made couple carefully. It clicked in your mind that they wanted to tear your family apart. It wasn’t just Bella that you had to worry about.

You realize that you needn’t hold a grudge against her for nearly causing the deaths of your coven forever. Arms now slacked at your sides, pacing, eyes bulging with shock, you twirled on your heel gracefully to face the awaiting immortals.

Alice sensed the hesitation within you. She couldn’t stand watching you crumble any longer. The Volturi's capabilities in making you tremble with worry because of what they’d done to you before concerned her. “[Y/N] please—,” she squeezes you in embrace.

“Your gift paired with the wolves will help us.” Emmett, your mate, decided that it would be best if he’d gotten his word in to further make your decision final. [H/C] locks pushed behind your ear by his cold fingers.

“Okay,” you replied at last. Everyone else seemed pleased, you felt the male beside you squeeze upon your shoulders in pending comfort. “I’m going to do this with you – you’re family after all, but if something goes south and I lose control; we all need to retreat.”

The new world around you was confusing at first – you didn’t know what to think of your newfound powers; and it certainly wasn’t like any of the books you’d read. It carried responsibility with it, and Edward had told you this during the first few years of your relationship, when you were perfectly normal—human. 

You couldn’t even look at yourself for too long without being amazed at what you saw—sure, you were beautiful when you were alive, but to see yourself, and to know that you would remain the same for the rest of eternity, you’d changed.

 “(Your Name)—,” 

And then you heard it. It was Edward. His voiced seemed breathless, relieved to see your standing and drinking in your new appearance in the floor-length mirror. Gracefully your body turned fully to look at him. 

His touch seemed normal—no longer very cold and lifeless anymore. It was affectionate, knowing of your current status would come to a change soon enough if the ancient coven centered in Italy knew. 

Slowly, you turned to face him with crimson hues, and he seemed to freeze within his place. He stayed there for a moment before daring to come further into your ‘warmth’, arms coiling around your physique to pull you into the largest embrace that he could muster.

“I missed you,” the smoothness of his voice elicited a heavy intake of ‘breath’ from your soft pouts. And though you were unable to cry with tears of joy due to finally being able to see him—smell him—touch him the way that you could, they remained within the waterlines of your (eye color) eyes. Your eyes would crinkle a bit when you looked at him, exposing beautiful pearly whites. 

“I missed you too, Eddie,” you giggled, pressing your face into the crook of his neck – basking in the scent of the man you loved so dearly, and he, dipped his head into the perfect mess of hair you had on your head.

From the threshold the Cullens watched the reunion unfold. Smiles of triumph crossing their features as they gazed  at one another in approval.

──── ˚꒰ SYNOPSIS : reader stops by, seeking comfort from jacob. ˚ˑ 𓆡 ͎·˚

──── ˚꒰ WARNING[S] : none other than extreme fluff, and maybe a bit of swearing. ˚ˑ 𓆡 ͎·˚

──── ˚꒰ NOTE[S] : profile is undergoing major revamping - so, please, consider being patient - enjoy !  ˚ˑ 𓆡 ͎·˚

Jacob, for the first time, was enjoying his night all alone. He spends a majority of his time and to just sit outside, taking in the comforting and silent ambience of the forests that surrounded the Black home. He didn’t once consider that you would be there, barreling toward him at top speed until you made it into the warmth of his arms.

“You know there are wolves out here.” You didn’t seem bothered by his starter. He didn’t want to know whether or not you’d managed to walk yourself to the reservation in the middle of the night just to see him because your car broke down, no, he just couldn’t think about it.

You gazed at him, a ghost of a smirk dusting over your lips. “If you think wolves can scare me then you're wrong.”

“Bloodsuckers.”

“You’re friends with them.” You groaned against his shoulder. “And your best friend is one of them - unless they’re a nomad and have no consideration for human or supernatural life, then we’d have a problem.”

Jacob’s brow quirked at your sarcasm. He wondered what exactly he did to gain a friend like yourself. But his heart told him that there was more than meets the eye when it came to this mutual friendship. His heart raced when it came to mind. And you could hear it. “Everything all right?”

“Yeah, yeah,” his arms closed around your frame, keeping you further pressed to himself. His lips would purse as he carefully concluded his final words to end your little banter over bloodsuckers, the supernatural, ‘werewolves’ as current culture would deem them. Finally he uttered what was needed to be said - so that the weight would be lifted off of his shoulders and he could live accordingly without that thought coming to his mind again. “I just—... I just love you, a lot.”

Instead of responding, which scared him into thinking that you wouldn’t feel the exact same that he had for the past few years that you’d known each other. You settled yourself forth to press a long-needed kiss to the copper flesh on his cheek. It lasted for a few seconds before you’d part from him and continue to cuddle close. “I love you too, Jake; but, why didn’t you tell me?”

He sighed, “That’s the thing, [Y/N], you know me—,”

“Always waiting until the last minute to say something.”

“Yeah, you’ve got that right,” he snickered just as your hand came in harsh, yet playful contact with his shoulder, prompting the male to only chortle harder - this continued on for minutes at a time until he got sick of it, grabbed you by your shoulders and dragged you close to press your lips together; they meld together and remained until one or both of you had the guts to pull away. And even so he still lingered inches away, foreheads pressed together.

[A / N ] : Do you like my photoshop GIF edit? I might redo some writing posts of mine to make it a little more organized and understandable. I’m not entirely American and I may have gotten the terms for which is which incorrect - but I have help. :)  ♡ 

When you met Edward you both disliked each other to an extent. But over time simple replies turned into conversations, and conversations transitioned into laughter and sheer enjoyment of one another’s presence. Edward hadn’t been this happy since becoming what he was.             

“Hey! You should come over for a movie or something,” you’d say about five months into your relationship, stopping mid-step beside him. “My parents won’t be home, and I’m sure they won’t mind me having someone over.”                

Esme, his mother, making the both of you snacks to have while there so you wouldn’t have to slave in the kitchen.                     

Her heart melting when you holler back, “Thanks, mom!”                

Encouraging him to try and have some fun, watching movies with you in your pajamas. His was a matching cotton pajama set with graphic bats on it.             

Smacking the absolute shit out of him with your pillow.            

And his expression was the most hilarious thing you’d ever seen.            

“You want to tell me what the point in that was?” You’d hear the male’s amused voice, bronze locks chaotically framing his perfect features.                   “Nope!” You proceeded to smack him time and time again, until your significant other grew tired of the tiny forces that you’d berate him with and tackled you down onto the mattress, and from there would press cold, soft lips onto every portion of exposed skin you had to offer.                 

You fall asleep halfway through the film you both decided to watch. Your head would be clustered, foggy, by the near-end of it. Just as the credits rolled you were knocked out, completely dependent on the male to keep you steady.            

He’d noticed the slowness of your heart immediately and panicked at first. But then he realized that you were sleeping. This boi was absolutely adorned with wonder of your slumbering features.            

Bitch this man carries you from the couch back into your comfortable bed in milliseconds. Even in your bleary-eyed state you, by nature, snuggled further into his frame. He couldn’t allow you to sleep on the couch and risk falling.            

You felt cold lips on your forehead when the duvet was pulled over your small physique. And the mattress dipping underneath his weight beside out, outside of the blankets.            

“Sleep well, [Y/N]. . .” The smoothness of his voice coaxed you further into sleep, eliciting a sweet little smile upon your own lips.                             

His only worry at them moment was explaining to Emmett and Jasper the reasoning as to why he’d sported cartoon pajama sets and a pair of slippers you’d bought for him.