#twilight:eclipse

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.”

──── ˚꒰ 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.