Hello lovelies! I can’t wait to move my twilight musings to a page dedicated to only them. Carlisle is the love of my life (with the kings being a close second) but I support all twilight dilf’s. I read & recommend all ships except canon (aka Bella x Edward or Jacob). I think I’ve read 85% of all twilight fanfics so I figured I’d attempt my own ((eventually)) 🥰
Summary: Destiny alludes to her opinion on the Volturi’s diet with Caius as he questions her marriage.
Ashore Masterlist
Warnings: talk of torturing/killing/eating humans, dark and twisty, talk of divorce
A/N: in one of the AU versions I’ve written of Ashore, Destiny and Carlisle end up married and then end up divorcing due to the Volturi and their “corruption” of Destiny (aka evil!Destiny)
Caius is ranting, yet again, about how much he hates humans as his brothers tune him out. As he suggested some fort of cruel revenge, Destiny grinned, lost in thought considering herself doing what Caius was saying.
“You’re grinning” he stopped, surprised as he pointed to her face, “does the Mrs-loves-humans have a secret from her husband?!”
Destiny rolled her eyes as she smiled patronizingly at Caius, “what my husband doesn’t know won’t hurt him”.
“Do tell” he instructed, leaning forward in his chair.
She sighed and slumped back against hers, lying her head against the back of the chair. “There’s nothing to tell”, she muttered, “no matter my thoughts or whims, I will not betray my husband.”
“And to follow your natural diet, to stop the pathetic fighting of your true nature, that would be betraying him?” He asked, amused at the thought of the treachery facing his least favorite person
“But of course. For the man who tried killing himself for a century in hopes to never hurt a human, any even remotely impure action towards a human would be spitting on his sacrifice” she muttered darkly.
Caius grinned a devilish smile, asking, “and if you did not have him to consider?”
“While I don’t agree with your… fishing methods, there are plenty of bad people that the world could do without. Why be the apex predator if you’re not assisting the natural cycle of life?” She asked, half heartedly, glancing up at her companion with a disheartened smile.
“Ahh, it sounds like you, dear friend, have a problem on your hands” he suggested with a Cheshire smile, leaning back in his chair and extending his legs.
“No, not a problem” Destiny responded, shaking her head, “I knew when we first got together that my opinions on the subject would have to be cast aside. What is marriage if not compromise?”
Caius snorted, an unamused noise as he waved his hand in front of him. “Maybe you just married the wrong person” he mused.
She rolled her eyes and tossed the pillow she was playing with at him. He smacked it away like a gnat and narrowed his eyes, his thoughts racing on how he could widen divide between the good doctor and his not so good wife.
Summary: Carlisle wakes up Destiny in the middle of the night to stargaze, their favorite thing to do
Ashore Masterlist
Warnings: none, pure fluff
A/N: I have trouble with descriptions because of my Aphantasia so I’m sorry that this gets a bit wordy and monotonous but I liked the fluff and would definitely be the Carlisle indulging type
Carlisle waking Destiny up in the middle of the night, peppering her face with kisses. She groaned softly, blinking the sleep out of her eyes before nuzzling back into the bed as she opened her eyes and smiled at him. “Do you feel up to a little adventure, love?” He asked softly, leaning down to kiss just above her eyebrow. She nodded and bit her lip before asking what they’re doing. He raised out of bed and grabbed her by the hands, helping her out of bed. Using his vampire speed, he rushed into the closet, grabbing a thick sweater and then rushing back. She smiled sleepily at him before raising her arms above her head. Carlisle raised an eyebrow at her, pausing to watch as she stuck her bottom lip out, pouting at him. Shaking his head, he gently pulled the oversized sweater over her head, indulging his mate. He brushed her hair back with his palm and kissed the side of her head before picking her up bridal style and whisking her into the night.
Next thing she knew, she was being laid gently on her back onto what felt like a blanket laid over the grass. Opening her eyes back up, she looked up at her mate, hovering above her. He smiled, a wide grin as he mapped out the planes of her face once again with the tip of his finger. His eyes roamed her face, landing on her lips, as he looked at her with smoldering eyes and gently leaned down to capture them with his own. He kissed her sweetly, caressing her lips with his own. When he could hear her heart beating quickly against his chest, he pulled away and leaned his forehead against hers. She was bit her lip, panting softly. After giving her a moment to catch her breath, he kissed her gently once more before moving onto his side next to her.
“Alice said the stars were going to be beautiful tonight. I thought you might want to see them” he murmured, explaining their impromptu trip.
The widest smile graced her face as she gasped at the scene above her. The stars were breathtaking. She could see so many different constellations, more than she could name. She curled up closer to Carlisle as he draped a headed blanket over her body. Her face was leaning against his chest as he spoke softly, pointing out the different constellations that he knew. After he finished with his knowledge, they laid in silence for a couple of hours. He would have believed her to be asleep if it weren’t for the sound of her blinking and the subtle tilting of her head to see as many stars as possible. Eventually she pulled back from his chest to gaze onto his face. Gently running her fingers along his jaw, she whispered, “thank you”, as she tilted her head to kiss the underside of his jaw before capturing his lips.
The first time Destiny and Carlisle dance outside is after he shows her the stars, he gives her a hand to help pull herself up and she stumbles into him. He’s grasping her hips and her hands are on his chest as she looks up at him. He leans his head forehead to brush their noses together as she giggles. She’s blushing under his gaze when she puts her head down and asks, “will you dance with me?”
“Dance?” He murmurs, she can picture his brow furrowed, “but there’s no music?”
She peers up at him beneath her lashes as she slides her hands up his chest to wrap around his neck, “The wind through the trees is music enough to me”.
His smile softens further as he moves his hands to wrap around her waist and pulls her close as they start to sway.
Summary: Destiny Faust grew up with loving parents, a big family, and everything she could ever dream. After her family is killed in an accident, she finds a picture of her mom and a mysterious man that leads her to a journey of finding herself as decades old secrets come to light. Destiny ends up in Forks, WA with her belongings and an array of emotions about getting to know her biological father. While getting to know her new family and grieving those she’s lost is hard enough, throw in meeting a handsome doctor with a heart of gold and Destiny is in over her head.
A/N: this is a work in progress of a work in progress. I have about 8 drafts of this story and continually scrap and rebuild. The scenes I’ve written are good and cute and I love them but not all of them fit as I perfect the plot, characters and themes. I figured they’d be fun to put out into the world (and get them out of my notes!!!) as I continue to write. To me, this story is about learning to live with your grief, grieving those who aren’t who you thought they were, finding yourself after trauma, fear of loving someone new and losing them, and all of the other bumps and bruises that come with falling in love. I hope you love Ashore as much as I do <3
Outtakes
Stargazing
Summary: Carlisle wakes up Destiny in the middle of the night to stargaze, their favorite thing to do
Destiny in Volterra
Summary: dark!AU, Destiny alludes to her opinion on the Volturi’s diet with Caius as he questions her marriage.
Blurbs
Dancing with no music
Meet the Characters
Destiny Faust
Jessie <no last name yet>
More
Playlist
Why Ashore?
This is all under construction as I write and rewrite the actual story and flesh out more details and throw away pieces I loved before. Please check back if you want to know more or keep updated. Xoxo, Mads
In what ways is Esme the same as when you know her when she was 16 and what ways is she different?
What most fascinated me about my wife when I first met her as a girl was her tenacity and curiosity. In the 1910s, women did not even have the vote; it was seen as appropriate for a woman, especially a young woman, to be in histrionics over something like a broken bone. She came to me with an extremely serious compound fracture that in this day and age I would treat with orthopedic surgery; in those days, it was treated with laudanum and grit. And so here was this slip of a girl, terrifyingly clear-headed for having taken a rather strong opioid, asking me personal questions and not at all frightened of the gruesome injury I was repairing. (Her father, by contrast, nearly fainted and had to be sent outside for fresh air.) She asked me questions and turned the conversation incredibly personal very quickly.
Esme has always had the ability to see right through me, in a way that not even Edward with his gift is able to do. That has never changed and I am a better man for every single time she has called me on the carpet for lying to myself. Her stubbornness has never changed, either, but now it is directed to her firm love of our family.
She is different in that now, that tenacity comes from a different, older, place. She's experienced darkness and grief the depths of which I am unable to fathom. She is every bit the cheerful, hopeful, irrepressible optimist she was at sixteen, but that optimism isn't borne out of youthful inexperience. My wife has been handed the absolute worst the world had to offer her, and turned around and chose to love hard and fully anyway. Fundamentally, she is the same as she ever was and I expect, ever will be, but these days it is for a different reason, and harder won. I was in awe of her then; I am even more so now.
Even after a century, I am still surprised that she hasn't just had it with this man who is so prone to melancholy and worry for far less reason. I am grateful that every day, she chooses me again. I don't deserve to be loved with this kind of ferocity and yet, somehow, there she is.
you come home for summer break from college and meet your dad’s best friend carlisle cullen for the first time at family dinner and mans is 🤤🥵😍
Just a Summer Thing || c.c
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: carlisle cullen x human female reader
(𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝)
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.6k
𝐚/𝐧: i haven’t been on tumblr in about two years. y’all i literally couldn’t even navigate this new format of the app, so needless to say my writing is rusty and my formatting is shit. i’ve literally never seen some of these requests in my inbox until now i’m so sorry 😭
for the sake of this story we are just gonna pretend that carlisle doesn’t light up like a bottle of glitter in the sun.
For many, the most exciting part of graduating is the freedom that comes with the college experience; however, after almost a year of no privacy and very loud neighbors, you begin to miss home. Suddenly graduating high school is not the most exciting part, but rather it is coming back home from college for summer break.
Finals week had kicked everyone’s asses and after celebrating such a survival, many college students- yourself included- eagerly packed up their 290 sq ft. rooms to return to much larger ones.
You and your roommate, Mel, had helped each other pack up the first day that finals were over. Mel had become a pretty good friend over the past year, but she unfortunately had to live on the opposite coast. It seemed that things always worked out that way for you for just about anything.
Your parents had finally divorced when you were sixteen which sent one parent to the west coast and the other to the east. The same could be said about a package of jeans that you had ordered; each one coincidentally ended up on the opposite sides of the United States.
Since your mother was taking a sojourn around the world, you were going to stay with your dad in Forks for the summer. He had recently moved to the new city after receiving a job offer from the city’s barren hospital. The job came with great pay, but most importantly a wonderful modernist house resting on the eaves of the forest. The exact words being from the realtor who had so eagerly sold your father on the house. Despite the fact that the house was a lavish build in the middle of nowhere, it was only fair that your father finally lived happily. The man had been living in an unhappy marriage for so many years; it was something that you all could attest to.
You had stayed at his house a few times before in the fall and winter, yet you hoped that summer would vanish the melancholy atmosphere of Forks. If it wasn’t raining, then it was snowing and vice versa. It seemed that there was always something falling from the sky in Forks almost year-round.
Your hopes for a glowing summer at your father’s were assured when you arrived at his house surrounded by not a single cloud. It was about a six hour drive before you arrived in the town, and you noticed that the sun does in fact shine in Forks after all.
“(Y/n), you made it!” Your father came running out of the front door, although it was impossible to not notice him since more than half his house was made of glass.
You put the car in park and stepped out to meet the man in an embrace. His usual cologne was overpowered by the smell of the hospital disinfectant that lingered on his white lab coat. “Dad! It’s been too long.”
He nodded in agreement before offering to help you unload your car. The upside of living in a dorm room that was about the size of a large bathroom is that one can’t accumulate too many boxes. You popped the trunk to reveal about six medium sized boxes that consisted simply of clothes and dorm room decor.
Your dad chuckled at your down sizing, “That’s all you got, kiddo? Wow, college really has changed you! Where’s my girl that moved in with a gazillion boxes?”
“I could say the same about you, Dad. Living in this giant fishbowl and all, I would’ve thought that you’d have more furniture.” You jested at him as the two of you began to pick up the few boxes.
He set down a box and placed his hands on his hips, “Well how would you know that? You haven’t even stepped inside yet!”
Closing the trunk you jokingly shook your head, “Like I said, fishbowl.”
Your dad helped you unpack your meager amount of belongings. He made the bed with the new mattress while you hung up your clothing in the empty closet. Even though you had visited last year when he had first moved in, this house and its furniture still felt foreign. The newly constructed home aroma still lingered in the air.
“So Dad, how’s work?” Mindlessly rearranging the hangers, you decided to organize the closet for the second time.
“It’s going pretty well actually,” He smoothed out the plush comforter before continuing, “I’ve gotten close with some of the other doctors and I was actually thinking of inviting them and their families over tomorrow for a barbecue.”
You hummed a response while continuing to sort the hanging clothes, for you were not opposed to the idea of a barbecue. It had been so long since you’d had any good food that wasn’t from the dining halls.
“You know you were right, (y/n). The sun does actually shine in Forks!” Your dad chuckled once more before excusing himself to go make phone calls to his friends from the hospital.
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The next day, despite that there was a small chance for rain, Mother Nature held out and it seemed to be for the better. There would be plenty of time for rain in the months that occurred after August.
Your dad had opened up the pool because what’s a barbecue without a pool party? Slipping on a yellow sundress over a swimsuit, you went downstairs to help with the food preparation. The kitchen counters were covered in various packages of bread as well as hamburgers and hotdogs waiting to be grilled. Everyone was set to arrive around one o’clock, and it was currently two hours before then. The time crunch was apparent as your dad ran around the kitchen frantically trying to man the stovetop and the ovens. Between the combined work of both you and your dad, lunch was prepped right as the visitors began walking in.
Last night, your dad had told you that he was inviting a few coworkers and their families, but you had no idea that it would turn out to be so many people. The backyard was brimming with young kids running around the pool while their parents socialized over drinks in the vast plot of grass. While your dad grilled the main course for lunch, he had you welcome everyone at the front door. Most of them were doctors, but a few were nurses. Regardless, they all came with either spouses, kids, or both.
Except one doctor stood out very much, for he came alone. You were not only stunned by his lack of family, but also how perfectly styled his light blonde hair was. His hair somehow managed to contrast his flawless skin that seemed even paler. Not a single strand fell forward and covered his golden eyes that crinkled as he wore a polite smile. One hand sturdily held a case of beer, presumably for the party, while the other reached out to greet you.
“Hello, you must be (y/n). I’m Carlisle Cullen. Your dad talks about you a lot at the hospital.” The man squeezed your hand gently in a friendly manner before letting his own drop to the side.
“Wow, I just got here and I’ve already got a reputation. Hope he says good things about me.” You reached out to take the case of beer from him, but he insisted on carrying it himself like a gentleman. Most of the guests had just thrown their things at you, so this was a nice change of treatment.
“Only good things, of course.” He nodded.
You gestured Dr. Cullen to come inside and he followed behind you, waving to the couple of guests that were mingling indoors.
“So Dr. Cullen, are you the one who hired my dad? Your name sounds vaguely familiar.” The two of you were nearing the backyard, and your dad waved you both over through the screen door.
“Your father had an impressive resume and we desperately needed that kind of help around the hospital. And please, call me Carlisle.” He turned around to smile at you before making his way over to your dad who wore the grin of a five year old standing in a candy store. The two seemed to be talking a mile a minute as if they had not just seen each other at work. It was apparent that Dr. Cullen was your dad’s closest confidant in the hospital.
Sitting on one of the lounge chairs, you began to feel the rays of the sun harshly beaming down like a spotlight. The heat was becoming unbearable, so you slipped off the yellow sundress to reveal a teal bikini that was a gift from Mel. Everyone was either preoccupied with their friends or family and couldn’t have cared less, except one man who stood by your father at the grill.
Dr. Cullen, an untouched beer in hand, was walking over towards you. A smirk painted his lips, but you knew behind those sunglasses there was a playful glimmer in his eyes. Your father was so preoccupied with his role as grill master that he didn’t even notice that the doctor had walked off.
“Now, Dr. Cullen, why aren’t you out there socializing with your peers?” You playfully pulled down your sunglasses to peer at the man who had leisurely taken a seat on the lounge chair beside you.
“Well, Ms. (y/l/n), I see these people every day,” He gestures to the mass of people surrounding the yard, “but it’s not every day that I get to talk to you.”
You stifled a giggle at his poor attempt to flirt, “Do you get many girls with that line, Doc?”
He shook his head, laughing at his own poorly planned pick-up line. “Apparently, I’ve been out of practice for a while, sweetheart.”
Leaning the back of the lounge up, you turned to sit and face him. The chairs were positioned so closely that your knees hit his, yet neither of you moved. Barely leaning in, your lips ghosted against the shell of his ear. The smell of mint clouded your senses being so close to the man who was as still as a statue.
“We’ll see about that.” Breathlessly, the words left your lips as you leaned further to grab his untouched beer and take a confident swig.
You leaned back to see that his face was not shocked, but rather smug. If he had been stunned by your receptiveness, then it surely wasn’t obvious now as he seemed unphased. It was more obvious that a challenge had been accepted.
Just as he was about to continue the banter, your dad hurriedly ran over to the both of you. He was covered in one of those cheesy grilling aprons and desperately waving around the tongs in his hand. “Hey, would you guys mind grabbing some paper plates and cups? We ran out, but there should be some in the closet upstairs. I’ve got just about a million more burgers to cook.”
You looked at Dr. Cullen who just shrugged in return. Agreeing to help, you both stood and began to walk back to the house. Your father, pleased with the answer, ran off to continue to man the grill and the line that was beginning to form.
Dr. Cullen seemed to trail behind aimlessly, so you grabbed his hand without second thought. Once you were inside, you eagerly led him up the stairs and to the hallway where the closet was.
Just like everything else in this house, the hallway closet was unnecessarily elaborate in its design. It was no towel closet, but more like the size of a whole bathroom itself. You walked in once the barn door slid open and Dr. Cullen flicked on the lights.
For a man who lived by himself, your father stored a lot in the closet that would make you think he had a family of ten living with him. You scanned the endless shelves as did Dr. Cullen, but the plates and cups appeared on your side first.
“Found ‘em.” Of course the supplies had to be on the very top shelf which appeared to be closer to the sky than you. It wasn’t until you were on tippy toes trying to reach the items that you were aware of leaving your sundress downstairs by the pool.
And it wasn’t until Dr. Cullen stepped behind you, that you were aware of how chills racked your body.
“Need some help there?” A cold hand rested on your bare waist as you turned your head ever so slightly to be met with Dr. Cullen who tauntingly looked down at your lips. Without shame, he continued to admire your pillowy soft lips before you gave in.
Fruitless attempts to get the supplies were damned as you threw your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss. You pulled him down as he pulled you closer; neither of you wanting to let go. His one hand on your neck slid up to cup your jaw, slightly turning your head to expose your neck. For a brief moment, his lips disconnected from yours, but only to make their way further down. The man slowly moved his free hand from your waist to delicately brush your hair off your shoulder. His lips connected with your neck as he kissed a slow line down to your collarbone.
“God, Dr. Cullen,” You threaded your fingers through his hair as he mercilessly continued on, “You don’t seem that out of practice to me.”
For a split second he stopped his maneuvers only to correct you once more, “Please, call me Carlisle.”
So overcome with pleasure, his name breathlessly rolled off your lips and you only pulled yourself closer to him. Moving your hands from his hair, you began to blindly fiddle with the buttons on his shirt as he continued to nip at the sweet spot where your shoulder met your neck. His skilled fingers began to play with the strings of your bikini top that held it together.
He murmured while trying to slow his movements, “Sweetheart, I don’t think I can stop, but I don’t want to do this here.” His efforts to stop were becoming forgotten as he took in the sweet smell of your perfume that painted your skin and tempted him more. “You deserve something thoughtful, not a heated moment in a closet.”
You quickly pulled back and he seemed shocked, for he mistook your adoration for insult. His eyes scanned your face for any inkling of meaning before your lips reconnected with his in a hurried passion which instantly cleared his confusion.
Meanwhile, downstairs, your dad noticed the absence of paper plates and cups. He didn’t come to think of where you might have run off with them, but he instead took initiative to find them himself. Not a single thing could’ve prepared the man for the sight that he would see once he made it to the top of the stairs and down the hall.
Without a care in the world, your dad slid open the heavy barn door to not only find the missing supplies, but to also find his daughter pressed up against the shelves and lip locked to Dr. Cullen. The faint sound of someone uttering their shock caused you and Carlisle to separate. Your father stood in the doorway frozen in shock before Carlisle instinctively jumped in front of you to cover any indecencies.
After what felt like the longest minute of your life, your dad awkwardly cleared his throat before speaking. “I’ll uh just grab some paper plates next door.”
As your father scrambled off, Carlisle turned around to plant a kiss on your forehead, "Like I said, we can do this somewhere else."
a/n: i haven't posted on tumblr in so long this feels so weird 😭 please like and repost! REQUESTS ARE CLOSED (these are ones from years ago lol)
"Some things are too terrible to grasp at once. Other things - naked, sputtering, indelible in their horror - are too terrible to really grasp ever at all. It is only later, in solitude, in memory that the realization dawns: when the ashes are cold; when the mourners have departed; when one looks around and finds oneself - quite to one's surprise - in an entirely different world."
Esme: Carlisle and I leaving for the next couple days so i left a jar full of advice. For example, this one says “Emmett, stop doing that” and it applies all the time
Summary: After a long day in the ER, Carlisle wants nothing more than to come home and hold you close. It’s way past time that any human would be up but a small part of him hoped to catch you awake. Somehow you always knew when he needed you most.
Carlisle Cullen x Reader (Masterlist)
Word Count: 1k
Warnings: talk of child’s death in first paragraph, briefest mention of forgetting to eat, stress
A/N: I was listening to Wait Up For Me by Brett Eldridge earlier today and this hit like a lightning bolt. Carlisle is the love of my life so getting to (in writing) comfort him just warms my heart. All the heart eyes for this man.
Gif credit goes to @icimdekikaranlikk <3
“All I wanna do
is wrap my arms around you
Don’t go to sleep
Wait up for me”
The first thing he noticed when he arrived within hearing distance of his home was the stillness. The shift he just finished has been taxing. The little girl had passed despite his best efforts to save her life and he felt helpless. He was an immortal being; he should have been able to work faster or harder to save her but even his inhuman talents were no use tonight. All he wanted to do was hold you, to bury his face in your neck and wrap his arms around your warm body. He knew you would probably be fast asleep but his undead heart silently prayed to a God he had long since believed in that you had gotten your nose stuck in a book.
The quiet hum of the car’s engine was the only noise besides the ever present flutter of the leaves in the wind and creatures in the night. His eldest son might have loved the twilight but he was becoming more entranced with midnight. The time of night when everything is sleeping and quiet and calm. He has begun to find solace in your favorite time of day; it brings memories of moonlit dances to your favorite songs and stargazing on clear nights where you point out constellations. Tonight was no different. Thankful for his enhanced senses, he spent most of his drive staring out at the moon. She was beautiful tonight, sparkling against a backdrop of small stars. He briefly considered waking you to pull you out into the forest to spend time admiring the view.
As soon as his car was pulling into the driveway, he searched the home for any lights. His children were all out hunting for the weekend so the only movement in the house would have been you but there was none. The tinted windows lining the home were all reflecting the forest back at him.
Bypassing the light switches, he strolled into his home in the dark. He stopped briefly to hang his scarf and scrubs in the rack next to the garage before peering into the kitchen. There were no dishes on the counters but he could smell the scent of food and took comfort in the fact that you remembered to eat dinner. Living with vampires set your internal clock to a weird schedule as you found early on in the relationship. Thankful of his immortality and lack of need to eat, he silently sped towards his bedroom.
The second he reached the first floor housing his study and room, he was met with disappointment. By the steady beating of your heart, he could tell you were asleep.
Not wanting to wake you, he slipped into the bathroom off of his study to shower. He liked to rid himself of the hospital smells as soon as possible so they didn’t linger in his home to bother his children. Since you were asleep, he had no reason to rush. He washed and rinsed quicker than a human would but still slower than his normal routine when he knows you’re waiting.
After slipping into fresh clothes, he toweled his wet hair and made his way to the bedroom. The moment he walked through the door he could tell you weren’t asleep. Your breathing was slow and steady along with your heart beat; anyone that didn’t know you as closely as he, would assume you were dreaming but your hands were clenched around the pillow you held to your chest. The sight of you snuggled up under his covers never failed to send sparks under his skin.
With a grin, he threw the towel at the hamper and walked over to your sprawled out form, “Hi sweetheart”.
Your eyes opened in the cutest little squint as you realized he was right in front of you. He knelt before the bed and moved a hand to push back a strand of hair from your face as he smiled at you sweetly.
“Hi” you whispered back, voice cracking from lack of use. He gave you a moment to yawn and wipe your eyes before he handed you the glass of water from your nightstand. You sat up and took a sip before handing it back to him with a wiggling hand. As soon as it was down, you were reaching towards his arms to pull him onto the bed.
He went willingly, letting you guide him to lying partially draped over your body. His head found its favorite place to nose at your neck. You had asked him once if being so close to your pulse bothered him but he found himself loving his enhanced senses in those moments. Always having the definitive proof that you were there and healthy and breathing set his mind at ease. You smelled the most like yourself there. That area held no perfumes or lotions with added smells to change your unique scent. Whenever he got the chance, he loved being able to watch you squirm in delight as he buried his face beside you.
Tonight, he guessed, you were warned by the resident pixie as to his needs and kept yourself up for him. He took a moment to run the tip of his nose gently up and down your neck. His ear found a home against your pulse and he peppered soft kisses along the hollow of your neck and collarbone. You would giggle slightly at each kiss, a hiccup like sound meshed with chiming bells that he recorded in his mind to listen to when he missed you.
Somehow you always knew what he needed. You didn’t ask about his day or anything else, letting the only noise come from your hands. One rocking back and forth in shapes down his back while the other toyed with the quickly drying tips of his hair. The silence didn’t hang heavy between you, it settled like morning dew in a way that only years of friendship could foster. Later on, he would ask about your day, tell you how much he loved you, how grateful he is for you, but for now, he let the soft caress of your touch lull him into a stillness that he spent centuries searching for.
Eventually will be a full length Carlisle Cullen fanfic called “The Songs in the Silence”. Up now are pieces of the stories I’ve written and scrapped.
Wait Up For Me
After a long day in the ER, Carlisle wants nothing more than to come home and hold you close. It’s way past time that any human would be up but a small part of him hoped to catch you awake. Somehow you always knew when he needed you most.
bella acts the way she does because she's an only child. nobody with siblings would be able to get away with being that crazy or stupid without someone doing something about it
