bittersweet.

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 is devastated when he and his spouse receive an invitation to her and Edward's wedding. But his spouse has something to say to him.

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( ☁ ) tw : none, fluff

You stood at the stove sizzling with bacon and egg, plating breakfast that you’d made. It was a beautiful Sunday morning when you saw Charlie hunched over the new dining room table. He seemed to be looming at the invitation that you’d gotten in the mail and later brought to him.

“You know it's nice out, maybe we could pack up and invite the Blacks over for a picnic, him and those boys at the reservation?” you encouraged, the clinking of the tableware sounding throughout the room as you set the meal in front of him.

And along with his cup of coffee poured within his favorite little gift from his daughter, a handmade clay mug made by Bella when she was in summer school that messily read, ‘I love dad’ on it.

He’s started dating you when you met in the office. You were someone of great status, but, you couldn’t be a sheriff just yet—so, he opted for simply partnering with you for the sake of professionalism.

Yeah—professionalism.

These professional meetups turned into dates, which then turned into you two having a relationship much to the point where you were married yourselves when Bella was around twelve or so years old. And you’d been together dealing with your canned spaghetti sauce microwaving husband since.

“I’m just worried about her you know?” he raised a dark brow as he poked around at his eggs, and after tossing down the invitation, began digging in with you looking at him from across the table.

“Yes baby, I understand, but—,” you began, “Isabella is eighteen-years-old now. She can make her own life choices. And if she needs you, she’ll come back.”

Regardless of what he thought he would have no choice but to admit that you were right. Although he still didn’t like the idea internally. The both of you would be attending.

Charlie reached over the table to place his larger hand atop yours. A smile of comfort crossing his features for just a moment before he’d go back to his telltale poker face.

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[ 🖤 ] tw : broken bone(s), fluff

[ 🖤 ] synopsis : alice and reader are on a wintertime valentine's day date, but when reader breaks her arm, she's mortified.

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Alice Cullen had officially completely lost it.

Together the two of you decided to take advantage of the cold winters of Forks, head to a secluded area where there was snow galore – still falling form the greyed skies and you brought your sled.

It all kind of went south from there. Alice and yourself were at the tallest part of the hill with the intent to slide down together. She was skeptical about this ordeal at first. But with sly words you’d managed to get her on board at last.

“Okay! I’m ready!”

Alice prepared to push the both of you down the hill. And when she did i t was exciting. However, midway down, the sled caught onto something and you flew forward before she had the chance to catch you—it was the first time in the two years your relationship went on for that she couldn’t catch you. And you landed face first into the cold terrain.

“(Y/N)!” with a whoosh of cool air she was by your side within seconds, cupping your face and wiping it free of the frozen dirt that you’d somehow managed to catch from the snow you landed it. “I must’ve pushed too hard, I’m so sorry!”

“No worries, babe,” you reassured, waving your arm at her dismissively and smiled. “I’m okay, I’m okay.”

You may not have noticed it yet, mainly because the snow and ice were acting as a numbing agent. You’d been out there for so long that you didn’t realize you’d broken your arm—aside from the dull, intense aching. She only mentioned it and your brain immediately started making a run for the alarm.

“That can’t be good.” You mumbled once you noticed it. Your arm was within an odd position. Unnatural. Humans limbs were not supposed to be facing away from you.

It didn’t even seem human or possible. But laying on the ice and snow seemed to lessen the pain. This would change on your way to the hospital.

She tried to lift you, but you hissed and groaned in pain. When you’d managed to get to your feet, you cradled the broken limb. “Oh, oh, oh! Okay, okay! Don’t worry. I’ll bring the car to you.”

-

You didn’t expect your winter wonderland ‘date’ to go south—you were now bedridden, arm cradled to your chest in a sling during the time of healing – Alice, your girlfriend could see the future, and she wouldn’t consistently tell you when you would heal. You’d hoped it was before Valentine’s Day.

Speaking of, your beautiful girlfriends sauntered in with worry as you watched her from the couch. It bothered you to see her so worried about you. “You know, you’ve scared me out there – the minute I saw you land face first into the snow, only to be buried by more; ugh, (Y/N) you could’ve—!”

“But I didn’t,” you interjected, accepting the tea offered to you by hand and hissed a little at the stinging sensation of the hot porcelain. You reached forward and patted her solid cheek, smiling cheekily. “I’m human, it happens when most of us break bones sometimes.”

After a moment's silence, you flicked on Netflix. And sifted through the different flicks that you could watch together. “Isn’t fashion flicks or television your thing? Let’s watch it together to get this whole thing off your mind.”

The once perky vampire’s topaz eyes looked you over, this time with hope pooling within them, before pursing her thin lips. She didn’t realize how much she’d worried herself to ‘death’ until you pointed it out to her. Your health meant everything to her.

“I’m sorry, I—I just,” she sighed, hands falling to her waist as she took a seat beside you. “I worry too much because you’re not like me. And I just want to protect you.”

You were nonchalant with her worry, it was her way of showing you that she loved you. And you wholeheartedly accepted it as your 'fate'. “I want to protect you too, Alice—but honey, I can’t protect you when you’re stealing all of the worry for yourself.”

Alice managed a first smile throughout the entire day through your jest. Somehow, you’d managed to make her day bearable with your arm inevitably broken. But by your humor she’d managed to release the guilt she withheld for herself and you. For once.

“Alice get behind me.”

“What—” ㅤ

You couldn’t protect her from any other entity other than the oldest living immortals known to your kind. The Volturi were a dangerous group to provoke and you couldn’t help but notice this when you first started dating her. ㅤ

She was astonished when you shoved her behind you to shield herself from Aro’s hungry gaze. And it was turned to you – how cute – a human was protecting their lover. ㅤ

Imagine this: a human attempting to keep Aro’s gaze away from their girlfriend only to be removed by force; screaming and squirming against their cold, harsh grasp when Aro wanted to witness what she saw. ㅤ

Marcus could sense the relationship between the both of you—he could sense the intense romantic feelings you held for her. And seeing her being targeted this way only made your emotions stronger; much like the relationship he had with his wife. ㅤ

To say in short you considered Marcus an acquaintance to some degree after that visit. You may not have been able to fight as powerfully as vampires did, but, you tried, and he admired that. ㅤ

“We must leave them be, Aro, they mean us no harm.”

“Oh, I’m quite aware of this, Marcus. Allow me to sift through her mind first.” ㅤ

After the visit with the Volturi, you were gifted with a kiss—peck! Alice’s cold lips pressing onto your warm, soft ones. You pulled her in closer to yourself and her arms coiled around your shoulders. ㅤ

You were surprised, she was so preppy when you thought that she was in danger of being kidnapped. But you accepted it. ㅤ

“My hero. You were great out there.”

[ ☁ ] 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.

“I couldn’t go anywhere else.” A laugh passed your lips at this excuse – what more could he do this time to prevent you from smacking him hard on the chest and yelling at him for being so foolish? And what could stop you?

“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.

Ever since sensing one another, you'd become inseparable. Your happiness became his. Your survival became his concern. His heart bonded onto yours with unconditional affection.

But your life here on earth was only temporary—with this unknown illness plaguing your body, destroying every single cell that attempted protection against it, would backfire.

And it was only a matter of time before your clock stopped ticking.

He was devastated upon discovering this news, and even so when your body and health deteriorated, you still managed to make the Cullens and himself, smile—even Carlisle, who tried his hardest to be serious within his treatment of you.

However, today was an entirely different day. It was dark, cloudy; and you could tell that there would be a pending storm. You could feel it in your bones. You looked over in the corner, where a chair sat, and your lover slouched. Almost as if watching over you. Solemnly.

"Edward," you pried meekly, the dryness evident within your voice caught his concerned honey-colored hues into your (eye color) ones. "Please don't be like this, it's a part of life and you can't control what happe—"

"You think I want to sit here and watch you waste away, whilst you smile and laugh about it?"

He cut you off rather ominously, but then, he realized the voice in which he'd spoken to you in and you'd see the softness that replaced the unmistakable soaked rimmed eyes. At this point in time, Edward had lunged forward to capture you in a tight embrace, followed by a passionate kiss.

"I'm so sorry—"

"No, don't be, Eddie," This time, tears had brimmed your own eyes as the gravity of it all collapsed onto your frail body. "Please. I don't want to go so soon. As much as you don't want this, I know that I do—I want to be with you."

Your hurting souls didn't hear the footsteps of Carlisle, who'd seemed to have the same idea that you did. Something that Edward was completely against. But he couldn't be without you. After harsh deliberation, and explanation of your new soon-to-be lifestyle, you'd finally come to terms.

You were to be a vampire.

Recently this job that I’d gotten has been keeping me busy, so, I don’t usually have time to write like I used to - but now I have recently bought a new tiny laptop to being with me everywhere. So I can bring my writing adventures with me.

See you soon!

──── ˚꒰ 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.