Fatal Affection (yandere Alice Cullen and Yandere Jasper Hale x male oc)

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-Bennett's POV-
(Bennett daydreams of what the future would be)

Sitting in English, I was adrift in a daydream I couldn't quite escape. Alice was curled against my arm, Jasper's hand steady over mine on his thigh, and for a moment, I let myself imagine what our lives could look like if we were truly together. If we weren't confined by rules, expectations, or whispers from others in this small town.

I pictured it: an old-fashioned house with wide windows and a wraparound porch settled on a quiet, tree-lined street. A place that was ours alone, where no one cared about who loved who, where we wouldn't have to hide. It was like something out of a movie my mum loved: charming, with a garden out back and a fence out front, the kind of place where you'd see kids running around and a dog chasing after them.

In my head, I was a man like my father, a provider, someone who woke early to head off to work, who came home to his family at the end of each day. I'd imagine Alice waiting at the door, her hands resting on her growing belly, glowing with that soft, expectant warmth. I could practically feel the rush of joy I'd have each time I saw her there, holding a piece of our family under her heart. It made me want to work harder, to build a life for her, for Jasper, for the children I could already see in my mind's eye.

Jasper and I would work together. Somehow, the idea of that made the daydream feel even warmer. Maybe we'd own a little shop or work side by side in a family business, our lives woven together as naturally as a sturdy thread. I imagined driving into town with him, our days filled with work, each one knowing that at the end of the day, we'd return to something solid and certain. The thought of Jasper leaning in to kiss my cheek, murmuring a soft "See you at dinner" before he went off to his tasks, filled me with something warm and steady as I'd finally found where I was meant to be.

Back home, Alice would be there, smiling as she greeted us, her arms open to gather us close. As our children grew up, I kept thinking, 'our' children would run to the door with her, their small hands reaching out for Jasper and me. I imagined the way Alice's face would light up, how she'd laugh softly as she watched us, just as my own mum had done for my dad. She'd have this quiet strength, a kind of selfless devotion that felt both familiar and entirely new.

And every once in a while, I could see Alice resting on the porch swing, her hand absently caressing her belly. She'd be carrying another one of our children, her soft laughter and gentle presence filling the house. The sight of her, expectant with life, warmed something deep inside me. It was a different kind of closeness, the kind of thing I'd never thought much about with anyone else. With Alice, though, the thought felt natural, as though she'd been meant for that role all along.

Jasper would be close by, looking out for us all in his quiet, protective way. And when night fell, he'd be the one to settle a hand on my shoulder, guiding us back into our home, the two of us side by side, bound by a silent understanding. We'd put the kids to bed, Alice tucking them in while Jasper and I watched. And later, when the house was quiet, we'd sit together, maybe Alice curled on one side, Jasper on the other, each of us finding a sense of peace in just being close.

The thought held me, lingering, and I didn't even want to shake it. It felt like something I could almost reach out and touch, even here in this classroom. And it was strange no, it was more than that. I'd never felt this kind of warmth imagining a life with Jessica. It had always been vague, uncertain, something expected but never truly wanted. But this...

This was something I wanted.

Sorry, not much happened; this is just to establish how Bennett has been raised to think, the stereotypical roles reflected what his father had forced on him
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21st November 2024