Pairing: Yandere!Carlisle Cullen x Reader (Twilight).
Word Count: 2.1k.
TW: Wildly Unbalanced Power Dynamics, Medical Malpractice, Blood, Controlling Behavior, Deliberate Social Isolation, Misuse of Prescription Drugs, and Generalized Twilight. Dead Dove: Do Not Eat.
It might’ve just been the isolation getting to you, but you were starting to think that your doctor wasn’t completely human.
Not that you’d ever say so out loud. At best, it was awful thing to think about a man who’d only ever been kind to you and, at worst, it proved yet another symptom to your ever-developing, ever-worsening illness had cropped up and would need further treatment to correct. You knew better than to say things that would make you seem more sick than you already were, but it was hard to stop yourself from lingering on the idea – especially considering you only had books, sleep, and his company to pass the endless time. Admittedly, it’d been a while since you’d seen another person, but you could’ve sworn he was paler than he should’ve been, to the point of bloodlessness. He never ate or drank around you, but sometimes when he spoke, the light would catch on his teeth in a way that made them look too sharp, too prominent. You might’ve been dreaming, but once, after you took your medicine but just before you fell asleep, you swore you saw him taking the cap off of the blood sample he’d taken a few minutes prior, like he planned to do something aside from—
You heard a door open and instantly, your paranoia was dismissed in favor of more interesting stimuli. In this case, that came in the form of your doctor, Carlisle Cullen, stepping into your bedroom, an inhumanly perfect smile already painted across his inhumanly perfect lips.
…maybe you should tell somebody about your little conspiracy. If only to be absolutely sure that you were really losing your mind.
“Good morning,” he said, and it occurred to you that you hadn’t thought to check the time, yet. Your life existed in three states: alone, asleep, and with Carlisle. Only that last one really mattered – the other two could easily be lumped into the same category helpfully labeled ‘waiting for Carlisle’s next visit’. “Have you been keeping yourself busy?”
“I’ve only been awake for a couple hours,” you explained, shrugging as he took his usual seat in the chair left next to your bed. He was always polite enough to ask about the boring details of your day, and you were always embarrassed enough to skirt around just how little you had the energy for. Most of the time, it was all you could do to pull yourself out of bed and yourself to eat before retreating back into your little safe haven. On a good day, you’d be able to go for a walk, maybe respond to a few of the calls you were constantly missing, but most days weren’t very good. “Reading, mostly. Thanks again for the recommendation.”
The book he’d lent you – a dry historical drama with characters as bland as water and a plot as boring as sin – sat open on your lap, but you’d only gotten through half a chapter before giving up. It was hard to believe Carlisle was only a few years older than you, sometimes. You couldn’t imagine how someone who seemed so young could have such awful taste.
Still, he looked pleased, his pleasantly aloof expression taking on a defined note of satisfaction. “It’s important to keep your mind occupied while your body’s recovering. You wouldn’t want to waste all of my hard work by letting yourself die of boredom, now, would you?”
“No, doctor.” It was stupid to try, but he’d set himself up for it. You couldn’t seem to stop yourself, your heart beating just a little faster as you grasped blindly for the impossible. “You know, there’s this friend of mine who keeps asking when she’ll be able to visit, and I thought it might help pass the time if—”
“You’ll have to find a way to let her down.” Carlisle’s voice was smooth, calm. You did your best not to sulk, but still, he let out a labored sigh, only a touch too professional to roll his eyes. “It’s for the best. It’s good that you stay active, but you know what’ll happen if you overexert yourself, don’t you?”
Vaguely. It was hard to remember the details of your condition, and you weren’t in the mood for another lecture. “I do, doctor.”
“And you’re going to behave your check-up, aren’t you?”
“I am, doctor.”
“And that’s why you’re my favorite patient.” Your compliance was rewarded with a beaming smile, an appeased nod as he pulled his old-fashioned leather doctor’s bag into his lap. “We better make good on that promise before you change your mind, then.”
You didn’t protest. Honestly, you didn’t say much of anything. You never talked during your exam, preferring to let Carlisle go through the necessary motions with as little interference as possible. Instead, he filled the silence with mindless chatter about his children and how they were doing at the local public school, the hospital’s ongoings since you were unofficially discharged, and your favorite – Forks’ particularly colorful smalltown gossip, from the sheriff’s wayward daughter moving back into town to the spike in bear sightings on the local hiking paths. “It’ll be a busy week,” he mentioned, as he finished taking your blood pressure. “You might have some unexpected company, after all.”
At that, you perked up. You met nearly all of Carlisle’s assistants (medical students, you guessed, judging by their ages) by now, and even if you didn’t care for all of them, it was still nice to see someone other than him. Your least favorites were the dark haired twins – the wiry boy who always seemed to be biting back a smirk and the pixie-like girl who always acted like she knew something you didn’t – and you were particularly fond of the blonde girl… Rosemary, or maybe Rosaline. She was nice, compassionate, kind enough to keep you company even when Carlisle wasn’t in the room. More importantly, she brought interesting books – romance and horror, novels like Dracula and Carmilla and Interview with a Vampire, always handing over with a sweet smile and a hushed reminder not to let Carlisle know she was breaking his rules. Looking back on it, you probably shouldn’t have accepted anything she tried to give you. You would’ve hated for her to get in trouble just because she was trying to be nice.
Rather than voicing your overwhelming bias, you watched intently as he slipped the loose cuff off of your arm, tucking it back into his bag and removing something else, something long and silver and sharp. Immediately, your gaze shot back to your lap, your throat going dry in an instant. The next time you managed to spit something out, it was nearly too quiet to be audible. “…is there any chance we could, uh, I don’t know,” You paused, shrunk into yourself. “…skip the phlebotomy, this time?”
Carlisle’s answer was as swift as it was ruthless. An airy laugh, a jagged twist to this smile as he took up the needle properly and turned it over in his hand, looking for defects. It was already attached the glass syringe and, even worse, an empty vial; just a touch bigger than you remembered it being, the day before. “And take that kind of risk? How little do you think of me, (Y/n)?”
“It’s not you, it’s just—I already feel a little faint, and you take one every day, and—” You cut yourself off, inhaling sharply. “I just don’t know if it’s really necessary. Considering how careful you are and everything.”
“You’re right, I am careful. Which is exactly why I have to do this each and every time I come to see you.” He sighed, shook his head – suddenly more of a patronizing, paternal figure than any kind of medical professional, let alone peer. “You understand, don’t you? Without regular testing, your condition may worsen, and if you get any sicker than you are now…” You stiffened as he trailed off, bracing yourself. You knew what came next, what always came next.
“You’ll have to go back to the hospital, angel.”
It was strange, how a voice as smooth and as beautiful as his could be so difficult to listen to.
You didn’t like Carlisle. You hated his condescending smile, his repetitive rambling, his terrible taste in books and his creepy little students. You hated how little he let you do, how he talked about your illness – always skirting around the details, never giving you enough information to know whether you were on the verge of dying or a few days away from making a full recovery. No, when you were honest with yourself, you didn’t like him. Hated him, even.
But you couldn’t go back to the hospital, with its blank white walls and sobbing patients and strange, mind-altering drugs that put your sleep and made you feel like someone was biting into your throat. It’d been a miracle when Carlisle first told you about his domestic services, when he offered to have you discharged in exchange for only the promise that you wouldn’t seek care that didn’t come from him. Arrangements were made, your rent and bills taken over by some nameless, faceless local charity, and for the first time in months, you got to go home. You could live with Carlisle and his once weekly, now daily check-ups. You could live with the fact that you didn’t remember the last time you’d gotten to make a decision for yourself.
And, if you had to, you could live with paying for your freedom in blood, too. As long as it meant you didn’t have to go back to that terrible place.
Once again, you didn’t say anything, but you didn’t resist as he sighed and ran a sterilizing pad over your forearm, the antibiotic strong enough to burn. You clenched your eyes shut, but that did nothing to block out the feeling of a thin elastic band being wrapped around the crook of your elbow, of his needle pushing through your skin and burrowing into the vein underneath it. There was a second of pressure, of knotted soreness, and then, the syringe was gone and you were left feeling just a little colder, just a little more empty than you had before.
Even after opening your eyes, you kept them trained on your lap. You easily could’ve spent the rest of his visit in silence, but metal clinked against glass as he rushed to cap his vial and suddenly, you needed to hear the sound of your own voice. “I think I might be getting paranoid,” you managed, with a breath of a laugh. “For a few minutes this morning, I was able to convince myself that you were… I don’t know, an alien studying humanity, or something.”
“If I was, I’m sure that I would still pick you as the best possible specimen for my examination.” It was hollow comfort, but you smiled anyway, nodding along. Your medication came next, in the form of a small, chalky white pill that you still struggled to swallow under Carlisle’s vigilant gaze. You managed to choke it down, though, and as always, the effects were instant; a sudden clearness, blankness, followed shortly by an exhaustion so thick and so heavy, you couldn’t remember what it’d ever felt like not to be tired. You tried to hold yourself up, but faltered – buckling under your own weight. Carlisle chuckled as he caught you, helping you lay down with a soft squeeze to your shoulder, a feather-light kiss to the top of your head. “Sleep, angel. It’s good for you.” And then, his grin still pressing into your scalp. “And try not to dream about vampires, this time.”
So he did know about Rosalie’s books. Pouting, you shrunk into yourself, letting him drag the comforter over your abruptly immobile body as your eyes eased shut, as he pulled away – a vial of your blood still warm in his hand. It would’ve been impossible to stop yourself from falling asleep, but you managed to stave off unconscious long enough to watch him remove the vial’s carefully applied seal, to unscrew the air-tight cap with the kind of tenderness you’d only seen him use while taking your temperature or petting his fingers through your hair after he thought you were already too far gone to remember. He did a lot of things when he thought you weren’t looking, didn’t he? You’d never really noticed that, before.
Through your eyelashes, you watched him bring the vial to his lips before everything went dark.
Notes: Bruh where tf did this come from??? Like?? What do EYE mean Charlie Swan x Reader??
P.S this title is so funny
1
Charlie stares at the menu in front of him, his fingers pursing his lips. If he’s gonna be stood up, he might as well treat himself.
Bella had been nagging him to “get back out there” recently.
“Mom is happy… I am… I just want you to be too.”
She knew he didn’t really need anything, but she wasn’t stupid, she knew that he was definitely not doing great on his own. So she set him up on a blind date, one of Alice’s friends that Alice promised was exactly what Charlie needed.
He should have known better than to trust her…. Alright, that wasn’t nice, if he was going to trust any Cullen it was her.
And maybe like, Emmett.
He orders himself a nice steak and is just about to hand over the menu when a girl walks in absolutely drenched from head to toe. She looks like she’d fallen into the freaking ocean. He’s about to stand up and figure out what’s going on when the hostess starts walking toward him.
“I can handle it from here” He sighs, getting up now and putting his hands on his hips.
“You wanna talk in back? Maybe get you into something dry?”
“T-that would be nice”
He leads her back to where they busy to find her something warm. A chair is brought over next to the giant ovens and she sits gingerly on it, trying not to lean too close to them, the owner promises to come back with something dry.
“You wanna tell me your name? And maybe about what happened?” He’s in cop mode as he puts his coat around her shoulders and she snuggles down into it. He removes a little leaf from her hair and flicks it away.
She’s pretty, he notices. A young thing compared to him, dressed nicely, must have had a date.
“I’m Y/N” Your teeth chatter with each word and he has you scoot a little closer to the oven while rubbing your arms. He crouches down to get a good look at you, you’re not in too bad of shape… a few bruises here and there, little scrapes but you seem to be intact.
“Alright Y/N, you able to tell me what happened?”
“Nothing that would involve the Sheriff” you sigh “It was just an accident”
“That would be something to involve a Sheriff with” He raises an eyebrow and you shift uneasily. He reaches out, taking your hand a bit awkwardly, and rubs the back of it, trying to warm you up, and hopefully soften you a bit in the process.
“My phone died” You mumble and he nods understandingly.
“Alright, I got a phone you can borrow… and?”
“I got rear-ended-“ you tug at the roots of your hair nervously and he holds your hand tighter, trying to calm you down “And- and they literally sped off?? It wouldn’t start after that and I had to leave my car on the side of the road and start walking and then it freakin’ started raining-“
“Were you able to get a plate number?” He asks it calmly, hoping to soothe you a bit and it seems to work as you sigh and let your head fall back
“Man you bet I did… and I had a date tonight!! He probably thinks I stood him up!!!”
He reaches into his pocket for his phone and unlocks it before handing it over. “How late are you? Maybe I can get you a police escort”
You giggle a little at his joke and start dialing the number you’d learned by heart from the little piece of paper your friend had given you.
“We were supposed to meet here at around 7? And it’s literally 8:30 now… I’m sure he’s gone.” The number goes straight to busy and you pout.
“Do you know what he looks like?”
“No…blind date. I’m not from around here” You try dialing again, but it goes right to busy. “But I know his name!”
“What is it? Maybe I can help ya find him.”
“Charlie Swan?”
Charlie stares at the floor as you change into some clean pajama pants and pull a shirt over your head. He didn’t say anything about the fact that you were his date apparently… he just took you home with him because honestly he didn’t really know where else to take you. He bought you dinner there, had it boxed up so you could leave together-
Seriously? You?
He couldn’t deny you were pretty, your hair was so soft and bouncy now that it was somewhat dry, and you so weren’t lying when you said you weren’t from around here, your skin was too sun-kissed to have been from around here.
Still…
What the hell were those two thinking? And okay a better question, one he wasn’t even sure he wanted the answer to.
You were friends with Alice?
Did that mean…?
“Thanks again” You sigh as you come out of the bedroom, Bella’s old room, while using a towel to scrunch your hair. He’d all but shoved you into the bathroom for a hot shower while he picked out a few things of Bella’s for you to wear. He called her to make sure it was cool and he heard Emmett screaming some less than great ideas for clothing.
“Yeah it’s no problem…kinda my job” He watches you plop down at the kitchen table and rub your hands together while laughing evilly before opening the takeout container in front of you. He smirks a little at that while grabbing a couple beers from the fridge.
“Figure maybe we can get your car tomorrow? Tow it in… I know a guy who can fix it for ya”
He sits next to you, watching you eat. You’re eating human food, but didn’t he hear that they did that anyway? To fit in?
“Penny for your thoughts?” You pop a fry in your mouth and he shrugs, slouching in his chair a little and tilting his head back.
“It’s nothin'” He shrugs and sits up again, grabbing the mail from the table and perusing distractedly. “What about you huh? You doin any better?”
“Yeah” You shrug back “I guess”
“You guess?” He sets the paper down and waits for you to chew your burger before grabbing your beer
“It’s stupid”
“Oh, I doubt that” he crosses his arms over his chest, giving you his full attention and you look down at your box for a second.
“He didn’t call… to see if I was okay” you smile a little sadly “I know I accidentally stood him up… but he never asked if everything was okay”
Charlie is… definitely starting to grow a bit of a soft spot for you. He sighs and melts into his chair miserably before slapping his hands over his face.
“He knows you’re fine”
“And just how does he know? The jerk never checked in. Can you believe that?? He never even asked where I was! What if I was in a ditch!!”
“Were you?” He interrupts and you huff
“Luckily no…”
He snorts and you roll your eyes “He could have called”
“He knows you’re fine” he repeats himself and now you cross your arms over your chest.
“That’s not helpful”
“Have you tried calling him again?”
“Why? It all goes straight to busy… I think- I think he blocked my number.”
He can hear the sadness in your voice and it just about breaks his heart. He reaches over and gently moves a curl from your face.
“I didn’t-“ he has to take a breath before he continues “I didn’t block your number, Y/N. We’ve been so go-go-go I didn’t really get the chance to introduce myself, you just sort of fell in my lap”
You narrow your eyes and purse your lips “Hmmmm yeah you know I’m startin’ to realize “Mr. Sheriff guy” isn’t exactly a name…”
“You literally went home with me” He runs his hands through his hair
“You’re a sheriff-“
“Chief”
“Now you wanna correct me? And anyway, everyone you know… seemed to let it happen!! so!!”
“Is- is this really how you live??”
“Says the guy who never told me his name.” You scoff and cross your arms and it’s his time to narrow his eyes at you.
Maybe you were friends with Emmett.
“Okay. First, you never asked. Second, again you know it’s been kind of a busy night and-“
“Shouldn’t the first thing you do be to introduce yourself?”
“Okay we- we are not turning this around on me-“
“You brought a stranger home!!!”
“Did you want to stay in the jail??”
“I’m a stranger! What if I murder you!!”
“How did we get here?” Charlie looks at his hands as his phone starts ringing, he pinches the bridge of his nose and gives you a sassy look before answering it.
“Hey… yeah she’s here, I’ve got her”
“Oh, so you are gonna murder me!” You point accusatorially and his mouth drops.
“I’m not gonna murder you!! Jesus- here just, just take the damn thing.” He hands over the phone and gets up to give you some privacy.
How in the hell Bella ever thought this was a good idea is completely lost on him.
You creep into the living room, your head down as you shyly pass him his phone back.
“Some first date huh?”
Alice had… a good laugh at your expense when she realized you didn’t know who Charlie was or where you were. You wanted to slam your head into the table over and over when she slowly walked you through the entire thing.
You’d been hanging out with Emmett entirely too much.
“I’ll say” He pats the couch and you sit next to him, leaning back into the cushions.
“I didn’t stand you up” You mumble and he grins, putting his arm over the back of the seat.
“Yeah, I know”
“I wanted to be on time, I- I took so long to get ready” You sigh, letting your head fall against his arm and he looks at you.
“For a drowned rat, I think you looked pretty nice for what it’s worth.”
You swat his chest and roll your eyes playfully as he chuckles. He runs his hand over your hair, before pulling you a little closer to him.
Is he… really putting the moves on you? And why does it feel natural? You lean into him easily, coming closer to him. He can’t tell if it’s because you want to be next to him, or because you’re cold. He grabs the throw blanket from the back of the couch and tosses it over you. He lets out a surprised grunt when you pull your legs up on the couch and snuggle into his side, putting some of the blanket over him too.
“So what are we watching?”
He hands you the remote and you put on some reruns of Murder She Wrote.
“Gonna have it all figured out before she does? Chief Swan”
He knows you’re messing around and he thinks it’s funny, but it’s the way you said his name like that, the title that literally everyone calls him that just feels… different coming from you. He shifts a little but flicks your arm as a distraction.
“Shut up”
You both start to nod off after a while, his head falls on yours and he swears his dreams get sweeter, his body feels lighter, and the usual anxious ache in his shoulders is gone… it’s kind of odd, but welcoming.
You wake up a bit, and readjust yourself, prodding at him lightly to lay down. He finds himself easily doing whatever you want, as he puts his legs up on the couch and you nuzzle into him, your body slotting in between him and the couch. He’s never been the cuddling type, but when your head lays on his chest he can’t help but wrap his arms around you and softly rub your side, soothing you back to sleep.
The next morning is…Awkward. His eyes flutter open and you’re still there, sleeping soundly on his chest. You’ve got his shirt gripped tightly in your fingers, your thigh over his torso. He’s not sure how he’s going to get out from under you without waking you but he needs to do it, and he needs to do it fast. He knows the second you wake up you’ll feel it… and he’s not sure whether it just happened or if it had something to do with you but god has he never hated being a man more than in this moment.
You shift a little with his movements and he freezes, taking time to make sure you settle back in before moving your arm off him, he sits up a bit and starts to slide out from under you when you startle and push away from him some.
“Charlie?” You mutter and he freezes again
“Uh…yeah?”
“Where are you going?” Your voice is so small and feminine, and there’s that sleepy little rasp and it’s- it’s been too long since he heard that specific sound. He gulps and stays where he is, hovering in a weird position.
“Just… just to the bathroom?”
“Oh… come back fast okay?” You turn away and curl up under the blanket and he sighs in relief before rushing off to the bathroom.
“So I thought after breakfast we could go out to where you left your car… you remember where that is?”
He looks down at the steaming cup of coffee in his hands, you’d insisted on making breakfast as a thank you and after much protest, you shoved him down into a chair and he let you do what you wanted.
He’d nearly choked on said coffee when you came into the kitchen, wearing one of his t-shirts. The band logo stretched across your chest and it hugged your curves better than anything he’d ever seen.
“Sorry I kinda went through your laundry, your daughter’s clothes are nice! Honestly!! They’re just…. A bit small?” You gesture awkwardly to your chest. He hadn’t even noticed that you might be having a problem with the clothes, you were both so tired.
He nodded dumbly as you set the cup down in front of him with a little wink and turned toward the fridge to find the eggs. He kept his cup to his mouth suspiciously long as you bent down to grab a few from the carton on the bottom shelf.
“I think I remember, sure works for me”
“Alright, we just gotta pick up a friend on the way”
Charlie grips the wheel tightly as he drives down the road you’d directed him to. Billy had spent the last 20 minutes cheerfully learning all about you, the second he got in the car, Charlie knew this was the biggest mistake he’d ever made.
“So what happened to your hot date last night” Billy snickers as Charlie helps him into the car.
“Hot date huh?” You pop out from between the seats and Billy smiles, shaking your hand as you introduce yourself.
“Yeah, big man over here finally got himself a date. Between you and me, I’ve been telling him he needed to get la-“
“Okay! Okay, this was fun! But you know Y/N why don’t you just buckle up okay? Thank you.”
“He’s just being shy” Billy completely ignores Charlie trying to signal him to shut the fuck up and continues. “I bet she went home with a smile on her face and a wobble in her step”
You burst out laughing and Charlie steps out of the car, he legitimately pulls over and steps out for a minute. You and Billy cackle at his blush, pointing and laughing when he smacks his head against the cool metal of the hood of the truck.
“I apologize for the… vulgarity” He chuckles, wiping his tears. “Nothin’ gives me more joy than harassing him”
“Oh trust me, this was great”
Charlie gets back into the truck, flexing his fingers on the steering wheel as you and Billy giggle to yourselves. He’s silent as he pulls up alongside your car and you hop out. Billy lets out a low whistle and Charlie sets his forehead on the steering wheel.
“Is that one of your shirts?”
“Yes.”
“Did she find that herself or did you give it to her”
“She found it.” He takes off his seatbelt and reaches for the door handle.
“What did you tell your date? Did she see you with her?”
“She was my date.”
Charlie leaves Billy in the car to stew as he comes over to yours, he opens the passenger side and gets in, watching you rifle through some papers.
“Is he dying inside”
“Oh yeah definitely” He shuts the door and you look at him, grinning.
“Yeah I thought you’d really like your sweet revenge when it came”
“You wanna point at him now and laugh”
“Oh a hundred percent”
He watches you gather up a few things before you sigh, your travel makeup box in your lap.
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m just… disappointed my hard work went to waste” You smile sadly and he reaches over, his hand cupping your face.
“I already told you, you looked pretty.”
“You really think so?” You lean into his hand “I mean Alice told me all about how cool and impressive you were”
He’d have to thank her for that.
“I just… kinda wanted to impress you too you know? I had on my best heels and everything!” You reach in back and pull them upfront.
He shifts a little, his jeans tightening. They are nice shoes, they’re black and shiny, he’s sure he could see his reflection in them.
“I had to change my shoes to start walking” You frown and he takes one from you, looking it over.
“Would you have asked for a second date?”
You look over at him, he’s got a lopsided smile and you can’t help but smile back at him.
“Would you like? A second date… I’ll admit this wasn’t much of a first”
“I dunno” he shrugs “I had a nice time with you, breakfast was good” you giggle and lean your head against the headrest. He likes you, he realizes and that’s kind of weird for him, a grown-ass man having a crush. But here he is, feeling like kicking his feet every time you smile at him like that smile is meant just for him maybe.
“Let me make dinner for you tonight”
He’s inviting you on a second date, ever since Bella had moved away she constantly told him he nodded a hobby, and in an effort to get his nagging loving daughter off his back, he decided to enroll in a cooking class.
“Okay, I’d like that. And Charlie?”
You open the car door and then lean over the center console, kissing him softly. It’s such a surprise it takes him a second before he kisses you back, his finger hooks under your chin and he holds you in place, knowing you want to run away from him.
He’s… well versed you realize, as you melt under his warmth. And truly he doesn’t want to admit.. it’s been a while since he’d done something like this, you make him feel like a teenager again as he cups your cheek, pulling you closer to him. You’re just reaching to put your arms around his neck when suddenly the truck horn blows and you scream. Charlie groans and reaches into his pocket for his phone that’s ringing.
“What. Do you want?!”
“If you guys are gonna have sex can you like… turn me in the opposite direction”
Billy has apparently recovered from making an accidental ass out of himself as you climb into the front seat of the truck while Charlie handles the tow truck and paperwork.
“You like him?” Billy asks as you watch Charlie, his hands on his hips.
“A lot, he’s really nice, kinda sarcastic, kinda funny, and he smells- soooooo good”
“Okay. Didn’t need to know that part”
“Are you gonna tell me I’m wrong??”
“I don’t smell my best friend? Like. Ever?”
“Inhale”
“What no I’m not gon-“
“In. Hale!!!”
Billy is a full-grown man. He’s been through more than anyone ever should in their lifetime.
And he inhales when this little girl tells him to.
He inhales slowly while you’re nodding your head up and down.
“Oh yeahhhh”
“….. Well shit”
Charlie opens the door as you’re shaking Billy by the lapels of his shirt and you’re both screaming about how good he smells.
“Uhhhh do you guys want me to go?” He points backward and you smooth out Billy’s shirt and hop from the truck. Charlie opens the back door for you and you give him a little salute as you climb back in.
“We’re cool… we’re good, we’re cool”
“We’re normal” Billy shrugs.
Once you’re back at his place, you decide to go take a little nap. You leave him and Billy downstairs chattering away like they did in high school and slip into his room. To be honest you’re not all together sure it’s okay that you’re in there… but the large neatly made bed is calling your name.
You remove the ill fitting pants you’d borrowed from Bella and crawl under the covers, curling up into his pillow and inhaling slowly. Yup, still smelled delicious.
“She’s really into you”
Billy stares at the TV while Charlie grabs a couple beers. He rolls his eyes and hands him one before plopping down on the couch. He sighs as he leans back, resting his head along the back.
“Is this what we’ve come to? Gossiping about my love life?”
“Sarah would be eating it up and you know it”
Charlie grins a little at the memory of her and nods.
“S’pose so”
“So… what about you?”
“I barely know the girl… she’s, nice. She’s fun… but I barely know her”
“Are you actually going to take the time to get to know her? Or are you going to let her walk away? She’s a real catch, Charlie”
“You’ve spent an hour with her!”
“And that’s all it took for me to see that… maybe Bella was right, I think she is good for you, I think she’s what you need to brighten this place up. The sun has finally come back to Forks.”
You wander out of the bedroom around 3 and head back downstairs, you rub at your eyes sleepily as you stumble down the stairs.
“Hey sleepy head, how was your-“
You stand in front of him, doing a little stretching. The shirt rides up around your hips and he blinks slowly, taking in the soft buttery skin of your thighs. He can just see a hint of your pink panties before putting your arms back down.
“You okay?” You move to stand between his legs and he looks up at you, slightly in awe
“Yeah”
“You sure?”
He takes a breath before taking your hand and pulling you closer. You straddle his lap and he takes a second to smooth his hands over your thighs, feeling them in his grip. He seemed so into the softness of your body, your plush curves.
“I’m sure”
“What’s this all about huh?” You giggle quietly and wrap your arms around his neck, he leans you closer into him and you feel his hands grip your ass. Your mouth falls open and he smirks.
“I think it’s time I finally start thinkin’ about myself again.”
So maybe he’s going a little overboard with Billy’s advice right now, to just relax and have fun with you. But he can’t find it in him to care when you nuzzle your nose against his. Is he going way too fast with this? Yes. Had he just met you? Also yes.
But he’d be damned if he didn’t get at least a little sun while it was shining.
“Sounds like a plan to me” You smile against his lips and he rubs your sides slowly, feeling you up. You blush and scoot closer, settling down in his lap, and he can’t help but think about how the only thing separating him from feeling you is a pair of jeans and a thin pair of panties.
His hands slide up under your shirt, feeling your bare skin against his fingertips and you tilt your head, deepening the kiss with him at the same time your hips move forward a bit more. His hands freeze in place as you start to roll your hips against his clothed cock, they stutter slightly as you feel just how large he is.
“O-oh my god” You whisper and he pulls away to look at you
“What’s wrong?”
“Y-your really um-“ You pause for a moment, completely flustered when the front door suddenly opens.
“Charlie? dad thinks he left his-“
Charlie practically launches you off his lap as Jacob comes through the front door. You fall to the floor with a squeak and he stands up quickly, throwing the blanket over your bare legs while you’re still floundering to get up.
“He-uh he left his what??” His voice is high-pitched as he tries to step in front of you but it does little to stop Jacob from staring.
“Is she okay?”
“She’s fine”
“I think I broke my spleen”
“So your dad left something??” Charlie clears his throat and Jacob looks up at him
“Uhhh yeah… he thinks he might have left his meds in the couch or maybe the truck or something… do you uh-“ He’s trying not to snicker “You want me to check the truck first?”
Charlie pats his pants pockets and fishes out his keys, tossing them over to him.
“That would be nice, thank you.”
“I’m Jacob by the way” He tells the bundle of blanket on the floor and your little hand sticks out, waving in the wrong direction
“Y/N”
“She’s cute” Jacob mouths with a double thumbs up and Charlie has to refrain from going to grab his shotgun.
As soon as the front door closes again he turns to you, pushing the blanket back. You’re glaring up at him, your arms crossed.
“Are you ashamed of me?”
“Of course I’m not” He pulls you up from the floor and you flop down on the couch, sniffling a little.
“You shoved me off of you”
“You’re barely wearing any clothes”
“And?!” You huff and he rolls his eyes
“And… that’s Billy’s son”
You think about it for a moment, still pouting and looking away from him and he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose before looking at you again
“Will a kiss make you feel better?”
Your head turns so fast he thinks you’ve got whiplash from it, he himself can’t even believe he said it.
“Maybe…”
He holds your chin in his fingers before kissing you again, it sends a jolt of electricity down your spine when you feel his other hand on your torso, pushing you down onto the couch again.
“I’m so sorry honeybee’” He whispers, his hand sliding between your thighs, your heart flutters as he rubs higher and higher, you can feel his hand brush against the front of your panties when there’s a loud knock at the front door again.
“Is it safe??” Jacob cracks the door and Charlie closes his eyes, letting out a long sigh before getting up and tossing the blanket back over you.
“Yeah, it’s safe”
You snicker as he comes in, shaking the bottle of meds and tossing Charlie back his key.
“Got em, thanks”
You sit up, swinging your legs off the couch and getting up, the blanket falls from your form and Jacob’s eyes widen.
“I’m feeling kind of cold… I’m gonna go take a shower okay?” You lay your hand on his chest, purposely putting your body against his and his cheeks redden.
“Uh…okay sure. Yeah”
Your hand slides down his torso and you let it settle on his hip.
“Come up soon?” You whisper, but there’s no point, because Jacob can hear it anyway
“Okay” He kisses your forehead before you finally pull away, holding his hand until you can’t anymore
“It was nice meeting you Jacob” You give him a little wave and he smiles, tipping his head as you walk up the stairs.
“It was nice to meet you too. Maybe we can have you two over for dinner soon.”
As soon as he’s sure you’re out of earshot he comes over to Charlie, holding his hand up for a high five
“My man” He laughs and Charlie slaps his hands over his face and falls onto the couch.
part 1: traitor part 2: long story short part 3: you were good to me
Lyin' isn't better than silence
Floatin', but I feel like I'm dyin'
Marriage is supposed to be one of, if not the happiest moment in one's life. Being able to spend the rest of your time on the world with the person you love most, it sounds like a dream come true. Of course it doesn't always work that way. Like all things in life, there are the exceptions; those who aren't in love, those who fall out of love, or those who find themselves stuck in that hellish grey area in between the two. While all three options were unfortunate, the third caused a special type of pain that would drive even the most sane of people mad. The only problem here however, Edward Cullen wasn't a sane person to begin with.
Upon leaving Forks with Bella and the rest of the Cullens, they found themselves settling down in a small town in Germany. The constant clouds and rain that beat down onto the town paired with the apparent German belief of minding your own business, it was a perfect spot for them to settle their family. Of course, there was some trouble in the beginning seeing as only few of them knew German, but that was an obstacle that was quickly overlooked as they all were fast and eager learners. In the chaos of getting settled in and perfecting their new routines, Esme had almost missed a particular letter that was sent by a familiar face. Reading the name, she quickly opened up the letter and a smile spread onto her face as she called out for the family, "Everyone get in here. I have some news!"
One by one the family filed into the living room as Esme held up the envelope in her hand, "It seems as though our favorite human is getting married."
Eyes bugling, Rosalie sped over to Esme and took the paper from her hands as she read it over frantically.
"No, they can't! They'll be all over that mutt more than they already are!" She pouted.
Alice bounded up beside Rosalie, "Well I for one, think it's a great idea! They're so in love with each other that I'd more upset if this didn't happen sooner."
"I guess putting it that way makes it less annoying. I just wish I found out directly from them and not some stupid paper," Rosalie sighed.
"Then let's call them! We have phones, dummy!"
With smiles painted onto their faces, the duo raced out the room as the rest of the family looked to each other.
"Well, Jas and I are gonna follow the ladies. Been a while since we've talked to our dog whisperer." Emmett spoke before dragging Jasper with him toward the direction Rosalie and Alice went.
Carlisle and Esme looked to each other before turning their attention to Bella and Edward, "We're going to work on the RSVP. We'll talk later." Carlisle spoke before gently taking Esme's hand and walking off to his office.
"So they're getting married, isn't that cool?" Bella spoke with hands shoved into her pockets.
"I guess." Edward replied lamely.
"You guess? Jeez, even when he's with your ex you still don't like Jake. Harsh." She noted.
He shook his head as crossed his arms,
"Something just doesn't feel right about this. I mean, what happens if their marriage doesn't work out? Then we'll have a sobbing mess of Y/N and an angry wolf on our hands."
Bella raised her brows as she shook her head, "I guess, but it'd be kinda impossible for that to happen though, right? I mean, they're his imprint. That's literally fate."
"Maybe, but I still don't like it."
Bella furrowed her brows together as she looked up at Edward, "Hey, are you okay? You seem...Off right now."
"I'm fine, Bella."
"Okay...But you'd tell me if you weren't, right?"
Edward hesitated in his answer for a moment before looking away, "Yes, of course."
With a small frown, Bella only nodded before pushing past Edward and out of the house.
Still, no matter where I go
At the end of every road
You were good to me
You were good to me, yeah
I know it's easier to run
After everything I've done
You were good to me
You were good to me
You were good to me
You were good to me
"You may now seal your vows with a kiss."
Smiles painted onto your faces, Edward watched on in horror as Jacob put his hands on your waist before spinning and dipping you as he brought his lips to yours. Despite his enhanced hearing, all the boisterous cheers and joyous clapping fell deaf to him as he watched the scene before him with a pit in his stomach.
Feeling a small and sharp amount of pain on his foot, Edward looked to see Esme's heel digging to his shoe as she mouthed, "Bad manners!" Getting the hint, Edward brought his hands together in a clapping motion as he willed himself to bring a smile onto his face despite the annoyance and disgust that dug deep into his chest. He watched on as you and Jacob made your way down the aisle with bright smiles adorning both of your faces. Being sat in one of the edge seats, Edward got a clear view of you as you passed by and by god was he happy. He watched on in awe as his eyes took in your perfectly styled hair and the small bits and pieces of jewelry that sat atop your skin. His eyes widened slightly as his eyes fell to your face that was glowing so bright and happy as your hand intertwined with Jacob's. As you ran by, he couldn't help but inhale your scent before going rigid as Bella mindlessly wrapped herself around his arm.
Why did he feel like this?
Leavin' isn't better than tryin'
Growin', but I'm just growin' tired
It was only a week after your wedding ceremony with Jacob had taken place. Edward and Bella had decided to stay in town for a bit longer so she could spend some time with Charlie while the rest of the family had decided to leave back to their home in Germany. Things were relatively calm, especially since you and Jacob had decided to take off to the Amalfi Coast for your honeymoon.
Ever since the wedding, Edward couldn't help but feel a deep pit in his stomach every time his mind drifted off to the two of you. Being alive for so long, Edward knew that weddings were bound to happen, especially in the world of vampires and werewolves where soulmates were no longer a product of fiction but a fact. Yet still, he found himself cringing every time he recalled the way you looked at Jacob when the two of you were under the altar. The way your eyes drank in his appearance and the way you smiled at him as if he was the one to paint the stars that lit up the very sky. Anyone with eyes could tell that the two of you were madly in love and there was no doubt about it...but Edward couldn't help but recall the time you once looked at him that way. He could clearly remember how you perked up whenever you saw him and during nights like these, lonely nights in which Bella was off doing something by herself, he swore he could still feel the faint touch of your hand on his skin and the sweet nothings you would once whisper in his ear. To watch you do that with Jacob now was devastating to say the least. As much as he didn't want to admit it, he missed you. He was happy with Bella of course, she was still his mate, but his mind couldn't help but wonder what a life between the two of you would be like. He often found himself fantasizing of a life in which the two of you had your own house, he imagined you coming up behind him and wrapping your arms around his waist while he turned back and kissed you on the lips as you melted into his touch. He longed to see you talk animatedly about your day as he put the finishing touches on the meal he cooked for you. He just wanted you.
"Edward!"
His picture perfect daydream was ripped away from him as Bella shook his arm as she stared up at him with brows knitted together and pink lips turned down into a frown, "What's going with you? I've been trying to get your attention for a while now."
He didn't respond, his eyes glued to her left hand that rested on his arm. His gaze trailed to her fingers and stopped as he saw the wedding ring that hugged her dainty finger. As he turned to look at Bella, he felt the pit in his stomach grow as he felt a faint feeling of disappointment rush through him as he looked into her golden eyes; he missed yours.
As he removed her hand from his arm he didn't spare her a second glance as he spoke, "I'm going hunting."
Now I'm worried for your soul
And I'm scared you're growin' old
You were good to me
You were good to me, yeah
And I'm so used to letting go
But I don't wanna be alone
You were good to me
You were good to me, yeah, oh
As the years passed, Edward had eventually come to a startling conclusion; you were still human. A year was no match for the immortal vampire, but for you it meant birthdays, dates, vacations, the whole nine yards. Edward had always known you were going to age and eventually have to pass on, but it was a thought that was always neatly tucked into the back of his mind.
Until now.
He watched on with a blank stare as the family fawned over your newborn child that you and Jacob had brought home from the hospital just over a week ago. As you watched the family, mainly Esme and Rosalie, coo at your child, you were sat on the couch with your back leaned up against Jacob as he massaged your aching shoulders while catching you up on all the happenings with the pack you'd missed while you were in the hospital. He knew the baby was the main attraction, it was what the family had visited for in the first place. Yet still, even after all this time, his eyes managed to find their way to you as they observed your every move. He watched on as your hands moved to pull Jacob's hands away from your shoulders before bringing them to your lips, a habit that was still engrained in his head from the first to the last time you ever did it to him. He knew he should take his eyes away from you but he couldn't stop looking, especially when Jacob and you stared down at your matching wedding rings with such tender love and care.
Why can't I have that?
He was cut off from his thoughts as he felt a hand come down onto his shoulder, "Do you need a breather son?"
Edward tore his eyes away from you and Jacob before shaking his head, "No. I'm fine Carlisle, thank you for asking."
Carlisle gave a single nod, "Do you want to hold them? I'm sure Emmett and I can convince Esme and Rose to step away for at least a minute."
Edward stiffened up at the mention of your child. His thoughts began racing as he tried to quell the growing anxiety that rose up in his body, "No. I'll be fine. Let them have their moment."
Carlisle who was well acquainted with the behaviors of Edward didn't let his unusual behavior slip by him, but still he only nodded.
"Okay, let me know if you change your mind."
"I won't."
Carlisle removed his hand from his shoulder and gave his son a disapproving stare before shaking his head and walking back over to Esme who was cradling the newborn in her arms with a bright smile.
I wonder what our child would look like if we had one.
God only knows where our fears go
Hearts I've broke, now my tears flow
You'll see that I'm sorry
'Cause you were good to me
You were good to me
"So what was your plan then? Just to come out here and spill all this on me and hope I'd be okay with it? You can't just drop a bomb on someone like that, Edward."
Edward's lips turned into a frown as he looked down at his shoes, a nervous tick of his that you were still able to recognize even after all these years.
"I-I don't know what my plan was honestly. I just...I've been sitting by on the sidelines for the past few years watching everything pass right by me and I didn't want to do that anymore. I just needed to get everything out."
You scoffed, "So you thought coming forward and telling me you about the sick fantasy you've been having about us running off together was the best way to do that? I didn't need to know about that, Edward. I didn't want to know about that."
"You're the one who always told me to let out what I'm feeling. What's the difference now?"
"The difference is that is I have two kids and we're both married. God, I mean what were you even expecting to happen? Did you think I'd just leave Jacob and the kids so I could run off with you? Did you?"
Edward let out a huff as he turned to look at you with a glare in his eyes, "I don't know what the hell I was expecting, ok?! All I know is that no matter how hard I try or how far I distance myself from you, I can't get you out of my fucking head! Everywhere I go, all I see is that you're not there and it kills me inside! You think I want it to be like this? I wanna be able to look at Bella and love her the way she deserves to be loved without having that stupid voice in my head trying to convince me that I'm betraying you by doing so. Getting with Bella made me feel alive for the first time in forever, but now I can't get that anymore because all my time is spent thinking about you and how I fucked up!"
Edward trained his eyes on you as you let out a bitter laugh, "Even after all this time, you still can't make up your mind. God you're such an asshole."
Edward let out a sigh, "Listen-"
You cut him off by shoving him backwards and speaking, "No, I'm not gonna listen to whatever shit you're about to spew out at me because I don't care. When you left me it felt like I was dying. Every single day I opened my eyes, all I wanted to do was scream and cry while praying to God that it was all just some fucked up dream. I loved you with everything I had and I would've done anything for you, and you knew that. You knew I wouldn't leave no matter what so you strung me along like a little puppet while you went off and screwed around with Bella because you knew I'd love you regardless. Everyone told me we weren't gonna last but I held out for you because I thought you loved me but you were just waiting for your real mate to come along, then suddenly it's like I didn't even exist anymore. Jacob found me and he fixed me. He knew what it was like to be tossed to the side so he made it a vow to make sure I never felt like that and I haven't. He's been there for me through thick and thin and he sure as hell wouldn't leave me in the dust just because the next pretty thing walked through the door. I'm happy, Edward. I have a husband I love and two beautiful kids who look at me like I'm some kind of superhero, I'm not giving that up for anything. We're done, Edward and it's gonna stay that way."
It was as if Edward had gone completely still, he felt as though you had personally ripped his dead heart out his chest and stomped on it right in front of him, he was pained.
You crossed your arms as you looked at the clock on the wall, "You should leave, Jacob and the kids are gonna be back soon. I'd like to get dinner started for us before they come."
He nodded silently before turning away from you and walking out the door. He couldn't bring himself to think of a single coherent thought as he numbly started the engine and sped off toward a lone and empty road.
You weren't his anymore.
And now I'm closin' every door
'Cause I'm sick of wantin' more
You were good to me
You were good to me, yeah
Swear I'm different than before
I won't hurt you anymore
'Cause you were good to me
With slim fingers dancing across the black and white ivory keys of the piano, Edward listened intently as the notes sprung out from the piano and into the atmosphere around him.
Gymnopédie. 1 by Erik Satie, a personal favorite of yours that he'd play whenever he'd get the chance just to see the smile that came across your face whenever he did. God how he missed your smile.
"Edward! We're back!" He heard echo throughout the house.
Removing his hands from the keys, he quickly covered the piano before speeding off downstairs to meet Bella and his family. His arms wrapped around Bella upon seeing her as he gave a nod in greeting to the rest of the family.
"How was it?" He asked.
Alice was the first to speak up, "Oh it was great! I feel like we haven't seen Y/N and the others in a long time so it was a nice vacation. They also make a great Barbie Doll." She finished with a dreamy look in her eyes.
"I for one, loved playing around with the kids. I hate being away from them for so long," Rosalie pouted as Esme gave her a few comforting pats on her shoulder.
"I love seeing Y/N and all, but I have to say that roughing up some the newer pups is something I'll never get tired of," Emmett proudly boasted as he puffed out his chest.
"Yeah, until they finally knock you on your ass," Jasper spoke with a smirk.
"Of course they will when you're giving them little tips and tricks on the side, cowboy," Emmett retorted causing Jasper and him to bicker.
Edward shook his head at their antics before turning to Bella, "And you? Did you enjoy it?"
Bella shrugged as she loosened her grip around his waist, "It was alright. I wish you would come with us like you used to."
Edward felt a small pang of guilt as he imagined Bella standing by herself while the rest of the family spent time with their mates, "I'm sorry Bella. I just think it's better that I stay here, you know? Even after all this time, you never know what could happen."
"I know," Bella frowned, "I just miss you when we're apart is all."
"Well, we've got all the time in the world now."
Bella then pushed herself away from him and took a step back, "Right after I get back from hunting."
Edward smiled, "Right after you get back from hunting."
He stepped forward and pressed a chaste kiss to her temple before she sped off into the nearby forest. His smile slowly began to fade as he watched her figure disappear into the thick greenery. With a sigh, he turned to walk away from his family who were still mindlessly chattering amongst themselves before finding himself on the balcony area. He took a few moments to look out at the varying plants and trees before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a photograph; one that Alice had taken of you and Edward. It was during one of the rare sunny days in Forks. Edward was made to stay home and you decided to tag along with him under the guise of a faux illness you'd managed to convince your mother of before she went off to work. You two spent the day together tucked away in his room before you fell asleep on his chest with a small smile lingering on your face. Upon being photographed, Edward was tense as he sent a hateful glare toward Alice. Once seeing the photo however, his lips turned into a small smile as he knew he'd be able to keep both you and the photograph in his memory.
As he stood on the balcony in the crisp German air with an ocean separating the two of you as well as an invisible boundary, he still somehow felt content. Maybe he'd never get his forever with you and maybe he'd never have the courage to ever show his face in front of you again, but he knew he could at least hold onto the glorious memory of you and your relationship. He knew he could at least daydream and take some solace in the fact that, despite it all, you would at least be able to get your happy ending even if it wasn't with him.
You were good to me, it's about time I start doing the same.
With an unnecessary exhale, Edward tore his eyes away from the photo and tucked it back into his pocket before walking back into the house, the thought of you lingering the air as he went about the rest of his life.
