#rosalie hale one shot

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Can you please make a part 2 to "I can be a better boyfriend than him" and can you elaborate on what the green monster is towards the reader please and thank you I really love this short drabble🩶

hello! so, this turned out longer than I expected, and I hope you enjoy it, thank you for requesting this! also, I forgot it was green-eyed monster and not green monster when it comes to jealousy haha.

part 2 of i can be a better boyfriend than him.

summary - ever since you met rosalie, you had felt this pull toward her. but when she stopped speaking to you, it was as though a part of you became obsessed. will she ever be yours or will you stay broken?

warning - lots of angst, swearing, bad thoughts towards self, thoughts of breaking up a relationship, jealousy, some fluff though.

the gif I use isn't mine and divider by @newlips

It had been a week since you got caught staring at Rosalie, your mind was going crazy, it would go from how beautiful she was to how to get rid of her boyfriend, wondering how important he is to her to how you’d never be good enough for her. Even though you’d die for her, it felt as though you were in over your head.

After that day, it seemed as though the Cullen/Hales were watching you, waiting for you to try something. You blink, coming out of your thoughts when you hear her laugh, your eyes slowly drift over, skipping past the many golden eyes that watch you and land on her. Aphrodite herself in the arms of Hercules, her smile beams up at him as he holds her, whispering in her ear, probably smelling her unique scent of vanilla and strawberries that only she could pull off. You can feel your heart twist and squeeze before shattering into your stomach, your throat closes up and your mouth becomes dry as you stop breathing.

You feel the familiar green-eyed monster creeping beneath your skin, your very own jealousy. The thing that makes you think you could take Emmett in a fight to get to his girlfriend. A laugh breaks you out of your stare, this time closer. You turn slightly and look up, your mouth opens and closes, brows furrowing as you see who is standing beside you. Next to you is Edward Cullen and for some reason you feel as though he’s laughing at you or something you’ve said. But you hadn’t spoken, had you? Did you let slip of your slight obsession with his adoptive sister? No one could’ve figured it out, everyone stared at the Cullen/Hales, it wasn’t news to them. So how did he know?

You huff, cheeks puffing out as frustration seeps in next to your neverending jealousy. “What are you laughing at, Cullen?” It didn’t take a genius or an empath to know people were staring at the two of you with jealousy (an emotion you knew so well), envy, curiosity and more as none of the Cullen/Hales talked to people outside of their family, let alone laugh with at them, well with the exception of Bella Swan of course. The woman so bland that it seemed to attract the weird. They weren’t your thoughts but things you picked up from around the other students. 

“If you stare any harder, she might burst into flames.” You sigh.

“Not my fault your sister looks like a goddess. It’s a good thing you are all adopted because no one would believe she’d be related to you. Your face is even an insult to dog shit.” Edwards brows furrow, head whipping your way so fast that you’d think he’d break his own neck. His mouth opens but before he can give a comeback, a booming laugh fills the hall and your head turns, seeing Emmett on the floor laughing with one hand on his chest and the other slapping his knee so hard you feel he might end up breaking it. The others seem to laugh more quietly, you’d be confused thinking that they somehow heard you from all the way over there if you weren’t so captivated by Rosalie’s smile, her eyes trained on you in a lighter way. Something you hadn’t seen since her first day. Her smile is so beautiful.

“Well, that was rude.” Edward once again breaks your thoughts as he mutters with a frown on his face. 

Your eyes flicker between Rosalie and Emmett, a question on your mind. “Are her and Emmett serious?” They had to give it to you, you had the guts even when you didn’t know they could all hear you. 

Edward raises a brow. “They are, our parents already love him.” Your eyes roll.

“You’d hope so or they’d be asking for a refund.” You were already looking in their direction so you didn’t miss Emmett’s offended face or the fact the other three were now laughing at him. Could they hear you from all the way over there? You turn with the serious look still on your face. “You think your parents will adopt me? I’d be a great daughter, I cook, I don’t clean though, but I can pretend. I can be quiet, mostly because I’m hoping my mouth will be kept busy.” He chokes, you don’t know what on. Maybe air dick? He chokes again. Definitely air dick. Another choke, couldn’t he at least get a room? You stare annoyed as he interrupts with his noises. “Excuse me, I’m trying to give myself a good review to pass onto your parents, so stop choking on Casper’s dick and be quiet. Now.” You clap your hands together. “When should I start calling them mum and dad?” 

Edward focuses on your thoughts, trying to see if you were serious. All he’s met with is Rosalie and wanting to be loved. Through his annoyance, he decides to let you down harshly. “Y/n, I’m sorry but Rosalie is happy with Emmett and she’s never going to end it with him for someone like you. You’d have better luck finding someone in your league at a Dollar Store.”

From across the hall, Jasper could feel your emotions, even though you don’t need to be an empath to know how you felt as Edward said those words. Speaking of the crystal ball, he tries to read your mind again wanting to know if you were finally going to let whatever this is for his sister go. His brows furrow even more than they were before, confused as to why he suddenly hears nothing. It was as though you had shut yourself off completely. Not even allowing your own thoughts into your head. 

You blink, nodding to the wake up call. “Okay” They can hear it in your voice, you sounded like someone who was just told they’d never achieve their dream because they weren’t good enough and in this situation Rosalie was your dream and you were never going to be good enough for her. This was only one of the worst things that could’ve happened, not only did you finally realise that your crush knew you liked her but her family had stepped in and basically told you that your feelings don’t even matter, no. The worst was the fact that all of the students stuck around because they wanted to see what a Cullen wanted with you. 

They heard everything, they heard about your crush on the woman, they heard that her family didn’t approve and that she’s happy with Emmett, they heard the harsh words poured onto you like a cold bucket of water. They heard EVERY word.

Reality finally sets in as you take in the situation around you. Not wanting to give anyone anything, you straighten your back with your head held high and you turn, walking past the Cullen/Hales without a glance. Deep down Rosalie would always have your heart even though you could never have hers. The confusing part was you don’t know why you felt so strongly about her, it wasn’t like you two spent time together. The only memory you have of talking to her was when they first moved to Forks.

The town was buzzing with gossip about a new family moving here. You had heard snippets of the family, but you weren’t that interested in partaking in gossip. You yawned as your first class was about to begin, your notebook and pen lying in front of you on the table. The door to the classroom opened and gasps were heard, followed by the room erupting in chatter. You kept your head down, just wanting to get this day over with so you could go home and try to sleep your life away. 

“It’s a pleasure to have you in Forks, Miss Hale. Please take a seat next to Miss L/n.” You heard your last name, causing your brows to furrow. There were many open seats, why did you have to be chosen to sit with the new kid? “Miss L/n. Please raise your hand so Miss Hale can find her seat.” You don’t bother looking up, your hand raises, hearing a quick thank you from the teacher. It felt like the universe was trying to bring you together.

It was as though everyone had stopped breathing as she walked toward the back of the room, all you could hear were the click of heels before a body slid gracefully into the seat beside you. “Alright, look up front please! I’d like to start this lesson without any disruptions.” The students immediately took their eyes off the woman beside you, turning their attention to their teacher. “Thank you.” 

You open your notebook before hearing a slight huff to your left. You ignore it, hoping that whatever was the issue that they wouldn’t need you. You weren’t a people person, you didn’t really have friends because you liked to keep to yourself. Maybe that’s what made you two the perfect match, your mutual dislike for people.

“Excuse me.” You hear a soft elegant voice and you grow confused as to why your heart has started beating so rapidly. You push the odd feeling away as you turn, only to be met with the most gorgeous woman you have ever seen. You hold back from widening your eyes, knowing that she’s probably gotten that everywhere she goes and is possibly sick of the attention– You didn’t know that she thrived on attention, on being the most beautiful woman in the room. Sure she wasn’t particularly that fond of the male gaze as she once was, but she knew she was stronger now and enjoyed every bit of attention she could get. “I’m sorry for bothering you, but I seem to have forgotten my pen and I was wondering if you had a spare one that I could borrow?”

You nod but in your mind you wonder who forgets their pen? Neither of you knew that a certain pixie-sized seer had something to do with it. You reach into your bag and pull out another pen and hand it over. You watched as her perfectly manicured fingers wrapped around it.

“Thank you.” She smiles and you begin to wonder if you were dreaming because no one could look this perfect. Rosalie tucks her hair behind her ear, holding out her hand. “I am Rosalie. Rosalie Hale.” 

Before you can stop yourself, you find your hand in hers. The cold not bothering you like it would others, “I’m Y/n. Y/n L/n.” After you introduced yourself, it seemed as though everything fell into place. The empty feeling you used to feel in your chest is now gone and replaced with warmth and a pull. You both spent the majority of the class talking as if you had known each other for your whole life. When the bell rang and she said goodbye, you didn’t know that would be the last conversation you were ever going to have with her. 

You walked out of class, heading to your next one when voices stopped you. “Did you meet her?! Did you?! Do you like her?!” A hushed squeal comes out of someone, claps could be heard from their hands and shoes bouncing off of the ground.

“Yes, I met her. Why are you so excited about this, Alice? You know how I feel about humans.” The voice you recognised as Rosalie’s responded. 

Alice lets out a huff. “You’re mates, that’s why! Didn’t you feel the pull? You’ve been waiting forever to find yours. Why aren’t you as happy?” 

“Mates?! I can’t be mates with that! She is human, innocent! She can’t live this life, she can’t be cursed.” Rosalie responds so harshly, it was as though her words were knives. “You will not meddle at all, do you hear me? I will even go as far as making it seem like Emmett and I are together and in love.” She growls and that’s the end of it, you hear footsteps echo throughout the hall as she walks off. Rosalie didn’t know that the minute she spoke to you, the mate bond activated within you. Spreading throughout your body and making you unable to forget or move on from her. You would say that would be the reason you had become so obsessed.

You pull yourself out of that memory. After that day, she stopped talking to you. She moved seats, became cold. The only thing that made you know that you weren’t going crazy into thinking if you two speaking on her first day was real or not was your pen. It was the only evidence, the only thing keeping your belief alive as you’d watch her twirl it between her fingers or write notes down with her flawless handwriting. 

A few weeks later the couple had graduated, which meant you could finally breathe. Even though whenever you heard her name your heart would break a little. It was a relief that you could go to school without having to force yourself not to look at her.

After a few months everything slowly got better, people no longer talked about you and because of that you finally decided to eat in the cafeteria again. Thankfully, everyone was now focused on Bella Swan and how she had run off to Italy to be with Edward. People theorized that they eloped or she was pregnant. But she was only gone for three days so unless it was some weird hybrid baby that theory was crossed off immediately. You should probably send her a fruit basket as a thank you for getting the attention off of you.

You grabbed some food and took a seat in a corner, away from everyone but that didn’t stop you from hearing whispers of a graduation party being thrown at the Cullen house and hosted by Alice Cullen. Apparently everyone was invited but you weren’t going to go. It would be too weird, you’d feel like a stalker and you were sure that Mr and Mrs Cullen would kick you out from what their children could’ve said about you. You were so tuned into your thoughts that you didn't notice a tiny person sitting next to you, followed by her boyfriend. 

“Hi!” A pixie-like voice broke you from your thoughts, causing your brows to furrow as you looked between Alice and Jasper. What was with the Cullens breaking you from your thoughts? It was like they couldn’t allow you to think for too long. Maybe she knew something you didn’t.

“Hi?” You reply in question. You weren’t that special to have any of these god-like people talk to you. So why were they? Were they going to pull a Carrie on you and drench you in pig's blood? Were they going to make you think that they liked you before turning around and laughing in your face? 

“I wanted to personally invite you to my graduation party and before you say no, please know that none of us think ill of you. I have a feeling we are going to be sisters!” She said it so surely, like she had seen it. You sat there speechless for a few seconds, mouth slightly open at what she said. “Please at least consider!” Alice reaches into her pocket and pulls out a piece of paper. “Here is our address, in case you decide to come.” She places the paper into your hands, closing your fingers around it and giving your hand a soft pat. 

You didn’t even see her write it down, she had it stuffed in her pocket like she had prepared for this to happen. As if knowing what you would decide. “Bye!” Before you can utter a word, she and Jasper disappear. You stare at the piece of paper, gulping. 

Your graduation came by the end of the week, a sad moment as you stared out into the crowd and no one stood, clapped or cheered for you when you received your diploma. You were truly alone, never seeing the golden eyes watching from outside, cheering you on silently that only her siblings could hear. Your head lowers and you walk off the stage, not even waiting for the ceremony to be finished. You head straight home, still wondering if you should go to this party since you’d probably be alone either way. 

The worst kind of loneliness is when you are surrounded by people but you feel alone. 

A few hours go by and by now the party has started, you’ve been having an internal battle with yourself. Your eyes drift over to a dress you had bought ages ago with only one woman in mind but you never got the chance to wear it. It just hung there, collecting dust. With a little push to yourself, you get up from your bed, what’s the worst that could happen? You quickly shower and make yourself smell amazing with some of your favourite lotions and perfume.

You slip into the dress, the material hugging your figure perfectly. You wore black tights underneath and a thick jacket with fur elegantly coming out of the holes. You head over to your mirror and apply a small amount of make-up, swiping a bold red lipstick against your plump lips. You straighten and stare at yourself, judging all of your flaws and you sigh. No matter how much you tried, you’d never be pretty enough. With a shake of your head, your soft styled curls brush against your cheeks.

You walk over to your knee high boots and slip them on, once you grab everything you need you leave, locking the door behind you. You get into your car and take off, driving to the Cullen house, trying to push all of your feelings away. You release a breath you didn’t know you were holding as you pull into their driveway, thanking whoever decided to build here for putting the large car space. From inside your car you can hear the music thumping, lights flashing and people hanging around and dancing. You turn your car off and step out, beginning to walk toward the house. Your eyes move around as you check out the place.

“Y/n! You made it!” You barely have time to register who it is as a tiny figure flies towards you and pulls you into a tight hug. Alice pulls back slightly and looks down, checking out your outfit. “Oh my god! This dress is beautiful! You look gorgeous!” She squeals, bouncing on her feet and thankfully not letting slip that she had already seen and knew who else would enjoy it. “Come, come! Some of us are hanging out in a different area of the party.” You look at her kind of shocked. Alice pulls you by your hand, the cold didn’t bother you. “Oh! Sorry, I had a feeling you wouldn’t want to be around the bigger, wilder crowd.” 

You nod, appreciating the gesture. “Thank you.” You both arrive in a lounge room that was decorated the same as the other section where the party continues on. The only difference was there were fewer people, meaning you could move and breathe freely. 

“Look who finally arrived!” Emmett yells, a large grin on his face. 

“Hello, I hope I’m not too late.” Your hands lock together as you smile, but it feels so forced. You were so busy pushing all of your emotions back that you forgot how to act.

“You’re fine! Sit, sit! You’re right on time!” Emmett replies, so friendly that you feel as though you walked into a trap. Was this where they would kill you? “Don’t worry, we don’t bite.” It seemed like you missed the joke when a few of them chuckled. 

“Emmett, shut up.” You knew that voice, you pushed harder against the wall holding your feelings inside. It felt like it was going to snap at any minute and you couldn’t have that. You didn’t know that Jasper could feel your struggle, making him look at you like he was in pain but it wasn’t his. 

God, She’s gorgeous. No, shut up, Y/n. You can’t be thinking this, remember what Edward said. You don’t want to open that can of worms, you’ll only end up getting hurt. But she’s so beautiful and you were so fucked. 

Edward could hear your internal struggle and from what he hears from Jasper, you weren’t just pushing your thoughts away. Maybe he messed up, he knew that he had when Rosalie threw him through a few trees when they got home. Jasper and Emmett had to literally use all of their strength to hold her back with how angry she was and even then there were foot marks from her pushing against them, he was lucky Carlisle got home when he did or he’d be a dead man. 

You quickly look away, deciding that the floor looked more interesting. Maybe you shouldn’t have come, this was a bad idea. But before you could turn and run, a voice stopped you. “Y/n. Is it okay if we talk?” You’d think the voice belonged to an angel or a siren if you didn’t know the person attached to it. You lift your head slightly, ensuring she was talking to you even though she had already said your name. But how were you to know that it was you? For all you know, you could’ve begun to walk to her only for someone behind you with the same name to push past. Embarrassing you.

But when your eyes locked with hers, you knew there was no one behind you with the same name and with a small nod. You slowly walk toward her, your heart skipping as she puts her hand out, willing you to grab it and when you do. Oh god, you think your heart exploded. She gently pulls you along and outside, taking you a bit further from the house so no one could interrupt you, she leads you to a small clearing that has a log with a blanket over it and a perfect view of the moon, a few fairy lights hung from some of the trees. Like someone had set it up that way.

You sit when she does, knowing that the feelings and thoughts you were pushing back were no use, you had lost to them the moment your eyes met hers. “I’m sorry.” You weren’t expecting that, she spoke so softly, looking up at the moon like it was hard to look at you, but you didn’t know that if she looked at you, her frozen heart would hurt from the pain she’s caused you. “I put you through so much for no good reason. I made you think and feel horrible things about yourself because I was scared.” 

You stay silent, scooting a tiny bit closer. Your heart warms when she grabs your hand gently. Rosalie finally turns to look at you and it was at this moment that she fully accepted the mate bond, she was stupid to think she could just forget you and move on. “I’ve lied about many things, kept secrets from you. But I don’t know if I can anymore. I want to try. But only if you want that as well.” 

“I… I know I’d forgive you easily and that scares me too. Because I want to be angry with you, I–I don’t want to… I want to know everything so that I can understand and that hopefully we can start over. But for my sake, I need it to be slow so I don’t hate myself for forgiving you so easily.” You finally let it out, you knew that your heart had already forgiven her but your mind hadn't. Of course you wanted to try, especially if it was with her. You didn’t care about the lies and secrets, you probably should’ve, but somewhere deep inside it was as though something wouldn’t allow that. It was weird because you’ve had people lie to you in the past and you held a grudge over it forever. Yet, you couldn’t with her.

Rosalie had already spoken to her family about this, Alice having already known was ecstatic. She helped her sister prove to the family that this would be a good thing and that they’d no longer feel so broken and dark. 

If Rosalie was human, she’d swear she would have a heart attack by how fast her heart would be beating. She’d probably be drenching her clothes with sweat as she prepares herself for this. “I will start from the beginning, I guess.” You nod, squeezing her hand softly to let her know that you were listening. “Emmett and I, we were never together. My family and I are different, so we tend to move around a lot and because of how we look, it sometimes attracts unwanted attention. So, we agreed to act together until we found…” She pauses, trying to find the right word. “Until we found the person meant for us. You may have noticed Alice is special, that she tends to know things before you’ve even thought about it. She saw you, before we moved here. She told me that you were human… I couldn’t handle it. I didn’t want to bring you into this world and I have spent so long keeping a distance from your kind, but I knew the moment I spoke to you that I’d never be able to let you go, not without giving us a chance and you a choice.” She seemed to choke up as she said the last part, as if she were dreading what your choice would be when the time came. She wouldn’t want you to lose you, wouldn’t want to watch you grow old while she stayed young as you died. But she also didn’t want you to become like her, stuck for eternity. 

Your mind seemed to work overtime with how fast it was thinking. Human? Alice saw me? Your kind? What world? Choice? You weren’t going to interrupt, but you were confused. You knew they weren’t entirely human, because no human would look like how they did. But you never thought to dig deep, it wasn’t your secret to uncover. 

Rosalie huffs, bringing herself out of her thoughts as her eyes focused back on the moon and you couldn’t help but think that she wore moonlight like lingerie. The next words took you out of your thoughts, though. “My family and I are vampires.” You guess this took the cake over the whole Emmett dilemma, it also explained why everyone laughed when he said they don't bite. You sat still though, watching her as she watched the moon. 

“Our eyes have meaning of what kind of vampire we are. If they are red, it means that they feed on human blood. But if they are gold, like mine and my family. It means we feed on animal blood. You’d probably call us vegetarians in a sense.” You make an ah sound, not really meaning to but you couldn’t help it. Rosalie shakes her head, not really understanding how you could still be here. “You should be running scared, you should hate me. We are killers, Y/n. We have killed and we could kill you if an accident were to arise like with that human.” She sneers and you put together that the human she’s referring to would be Bella.

You squeeze her hand. “I don’t want to run. It probably sounds idiotic for a human to stay after hearing that the person they like is a vampire. But you don’t scare me, something inside of me tells me that you’d never harm me. For some reason you’ve made me feel safe and whole the moment we locked eyes. You might’ve been killers before, but I don’t think you’ll kill me because if you or your family were going to kill me or anyone else. You would’ve done it by now. Especially since you have me all alone.” You pout, not liking that her smile had left. “Plus, you aren’t really that special in the killing department. I’m sorry to tell you this, but. Magic can kill. Knives can kill. Even small children launched at great speed could kill.”

This was the second time you heard her laugh. Her head falls back as an angelic laugh falls from her lips, her luscious blonde hair resting against her back. You felt warm knowing you brought her smile back, an added bonus that her laugh followed.

You felt hypnotized as you watched her. “You have a nice laugh.” 

She looks at you, happiness swirling in her eyes. “A nice laugh?” It felt good to be complimented, especially when it came from you. The air felt lighter, now that everything was out in the open.

“Mmhm.” You lean forward and tuck a stray hair behind her ear. “I like it.” She was still the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen, nothing could compare to the beauty in front of you. You turn away a bit, causing a frown to slowly appear on her face. “I can’t look at you…”

Rosalie hesitates, thinking that maybe this was where it would end. “Why not?” She never hesitates, never sounds so unsure of herself but you do that to her. 

You turn back again, a subtle smirk on your lips. “Too pretty.” Rosalie huffs, hitting your arm softly as she laughs with playful anger. Unbelieving of how fast she had fallen.

Your eyes connect again, a spark igniting between you. “Did you think about me?” Her question so light, so quiet, so shy. So unlike her.

You blink, releasing a breath you had been holding. “Sometimes it felt like I thought about you every minute.” She moved closer, her hands slowly moving to rest gently on you. Her eyes flicker over your face, knowing that if she could dream it would be about you. About this. Her hand slowly moves up, cupping your cheek.

“Can I kiss you?” It was so quiet that you barely heard it, but you did. The question kept repeating over and over as you nodded.

“Yes.” 

And with your permission, she crashed her soft cold lips against your plump warm ones. One hand resting on your cheek while the other rests on the back of your head, trying to bring you closer. Rosalie had never tasted something so sweet, so perfect. Your lips moved together, her tongue swiped across your bottom lip, gaining access, wanting to feel more of you, taste every bit of you. It felt as though you could finally breathe, that the missing puzzle piece was finally connected. You were her forever as she was yours.

Finally, fucking finally mine. They both thought.

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Could you do something with the Cullens where the reader has a meltdown at school and they find out it’s because they have diabetes and their blood sugar dropped and they can’t find their juice box they packed just in case

❝i need a juice box❞

✭ pairing : cullen siblings x reader

✭ fandom : twilight

✭ summary : (y/n) has diabetes and their sugar intake tends to drop quite a bit hence why their always remember to bring a pack of juices with them everywhere, not only does it help but it’s tasty too. But then one day her juice boxes bust in her locker, so what does any frustrated person do? Have a mental breakdown like it’s the end of the world, luckily some classmates of hers has her back

✭ authors note : Ayo ignore that juice part that says no sugar added 😭 i used the first picture i seen of juice and those shits be bustin. Ah and I’ve been watching anime lately so i apologize in advance for the lack of writing I’m putting out

✭ twilight masterlist 2

(Y/N) had always been well-acquainted with the delicate balance of her health. Diabetes wasn't just a condition for her; it was a family legacy. With half her family members wrestling with the same ailment, it was almost a rite of passage.

The sun had barely risen over Forks as she hurriedly got ready for her first day at Forks High School. This new beginning was daunting enough, but it became even more challenging with the knowledge that her diabetes would be a constant companion throughout the day.

As she zipped up her school bag, she made sure to slot in her lifeline - a package of juices. These juices were her safety net, ensuring her blood sugar levels stayed within a safe range. She had diligently followed this routine every day, her tiny insurance policy against hypoglycemia.

With her backpack securely on her shoulders, (Y/N) headed downstairs to the kitchen. Her mom greeted her with a warm smile, understanding the importance of this daily ritual. "Don't forget your juices, dear," she reminded.

(Y/N) grabbed the chilled package from the fridge and slipped it into her bag. "Thanks, Mom," she said, returning the smile. Her mom's familiarity with diabetes had always been a source of comfort.

Minutes later, she was out the door and on her way to Forks High School. The campus buzzed with excitement, but (Y/N) couldn't help feeling a bit of trepidation. New school, new faces, and the relentless specter of diabetes were a lot to handle.

History class was her first stop, and she found a seat next to a boy named Jasper. They exchanged polite nods as she settled into her chair, trying to focus on the teacher's introduction.

Then it happened. A discreet but insistent beep emanated from her wrist. Her watch timer, meticulously set to remind her when to take her juice, had gone off. This was the crucial moment to maintain her blood sugar levels. With practiced ease, she reached into her bag to retrieve her juice, only to discover her heart-sinking realization – it wasn't there.

Panic started to creep in, her fingers trembling as she fumbled through her bag in desperation. Jasper, noticing her distress, leaned closer. "Is everything okay?" he asked in a concerned whisper.

(Y/N) could feel her face flush with anxiety. She mumbled, "I think I left my juice in my locker. I need to go get it."

The teacher, Mrs. Thompson, glanced their way. "Is there a problem?"

(Y/N) stuttered, "I just need to grab something from my locker. It won't take long, I promise."

Mrs. Thompson nodded, granting her permission to leave the class. Her heart raced as she hurried out the door, fervently hoping that her juice would be where she thought it was.

(Y/N) practically sprinted through the hallways, her heart pounding in her chest. The idea of waiting another four hours until lunch without her juice was unbearable. She needed to retrieve her lifeline from her locker, and she needed it now.

Finally, she reached her locker, a sense of relief washing over her as she yanked it open. But that relief quickly turned to frustration as she stared at the sight before her. Her textbooks had fallen over and, in a cruel twist of fate, had crushed the juice boxes. Their colorful packaging was torn and sticky liquid seeped from the ruined containers.

"No, no, no," she muttered in frustration, tears welling up in her eyes. It felt like the universe was conspiring against her today, and the overwhelming weight of her situation crashed down on her shoulders. Her mind raced with thoughts of how she would make it through the day without her juice.

Just when it seemed like her world was spiraling out of control, a voice interrupted her thoughts. "Hey, are you okay?" It was Rosalie, a girl she barely knew, but one of the few familiar faces in this new school.

(Y/N) blinked back tears and explained what had happened, her voice quivering with anxiety. "I don't know what to do. I can't wait until lunch without my juice."

Rosalie glanced at the sticky mess inside her locker and then at Emmett, who had joined them. "That's totally not cool," he said, sympathy in his eyes. "I'll grab you something from the vending machine. What do you want?"

(Y/N) opened her mouth to protest, but before she could utter a word, Emmett had already taken off down the hallway. She looked helplessly after him, torn between gratitude and a sense of intrusion.

Rosalie placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry about it," she said with a warm smile. "Once Emmett's made up his mind, that's that. He's a bit overbearing at times, but he means well."

(Y/N) couldn't help but smile through her frustration. In this unexpected moment of crisis, she had found a glimmer of kindness and support. Sometimes, it took a helping hand to make a bad situation feel a little more manageable.

Just when (Y/N) thought her day couldn't get any stranger, Emmett returned with a comical surplus of juice boxes in his arms. He had not come back with just one or two; he had brought what looked like a small grocery store worth of them.

"Emmett! What are you doing?" Rosalie exclaimed, smacking him on the back of the head. She looked at the impressive stack of juice boxes with a mix of amusement and disbelief.

Emmett shrugged, a sheepish grin on his face. "I didn't know how many she wanted, so I just grabbed them all."

(Y/N) stood there, stunned and grateful. She couldn't believe the lengths this stranger was going to in order to help her out. "Thank you," she managed to say, her voice filled with genuine appreciation.

Emmett chuckled. "No problem at all. It's better to have too many than not enough, right?"

Rosalie rolled her eyes but wore a fond smile. "You always do this, Emmett. How are you going to carry all of them?"

Emmett scratched his head, looking a bit perplexed. "I'll just carry them around until we see her again at lunch. She can take what she needs now."

(Y/N) couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation. "I don't even know how to thank you both enough," she said, reaching out to take a handful of juice boxes, about six of them. It was a bit heavy, but she could manage.

Emmett grinned, his good-naturedness shining through. "You're welcome. Anytime you need help, just let us know."

Rosalie gave (Y/N) a playful shove. "Girls gotta help girls, right?"

With her backpack now considerably heavier with the added juice boxes, (Y/N) felt a newfound sense of belonging. These two strangers had shown her kindness and support when she needed it most, and she couldn't help but feel that Forks High School might not be such a daunting place after all. As they walked her back to class, she couldn't help but smile, grateful for this unexpected friendship.

Lunchtime arrived, and (Y/N) entered the bustling cafeteria with her stack of juice boxes, feeling a mixture of gratitude and nervousness. She looked around, wondering where to sit when she heard a familiar voice booming across the room.

"Hey, juice girl!" Emmett called out, waving enthusiastically from a table on the other side of the cafeteria. His infectious energy drew the attention of many students, and a few curious glances followed her as she made her way toward him.

A warm smile stretched across her face as she approached Emmett's table. He had saved her from a diabetic crisis earlier in the day, and now he was offering her a seat at his table, as if she were already part of their group.

"Thanks," she said, taking a seat next to Emmett, her stack of juice boxes settling beside her. She couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging that she hadn't expected to find so quickly in this new school.

As she settled in and started unpacking her lunch, (Y/N) couldn't help but feel grateful for the kindness of her new friends. It was a small gesture, but it meant the world to her, and it made Forks High School feel a little less dauntin

Emmett introduced his siblings to (Y/N) with a playful grin. "This is Rosalie, my lovely and sometimes overly responsible partner, and this," he gestured dramatically to a young man who had been quiet until now, "is Edward, our resident brooding poet."

“Partner?”

“It’s complicated,” Rosalie says but she gave (Y/N) a warm smile, and Edward nodded in acknowledgment, his expression more reserved.

Emmett couldn't resist a teasing grin as he turned to (Y/N). "And, of course, you already know me, the one who saved the day earlier—your trusty juice retriever." He emphasized the last part, a playful twinkle in his eye.

“Then there’s Alice and jasper but I’m not sure where those two are at the moment.” He added.

(Y/N) couldn't help but laugh at Emmett's description. "Yes, my hero," she replied, her gratitude evident in her tone.

Edward, who had been observing the interaction quietly, couldn't resist a smirk. "Emmett and his heroic acts. Quite the storyteller, he is."

Emmett chuckled, taking a sip of his drink. "Well, I just wanted to make sure our new friend here didn't pass out from low blood sugar."

(Y/N) felt a sense of warmth and camaraderie settling in at the table. These strangers had quickly become friends, and she was grateful for their support. With a newfound sense of belonging, she joined in the conversation, feeling more at ease in this new school than she had thought possible.

[simpfordemetri]

Can u hc the cullens with a s/o who has big boobs

Esme:She won't care about it,if you are insecure she will let you know how beautiful you are.But your body type is the less important thing to her,she will praise you anyway.

Carlisle:He loves to see them bounce while sex,having you riding him and holding your hips.Absolutely loves when you wear tops,he just can't stop staring at you.

Rosalie:She loved to lay her head in them,and her hand tends to wander.She will always tells you how beautiful you are and how she won't change anything about you.

Emmett:This men is in total awe with you,always showing you off.He wants to let you know how much he loves you and how pretty you are.

Alice:If you ever feel insecure about them she would already seen it,she would help you feel more confident because on her eyes you are perfect.

Jasper:As Alice,if you ever feel insecure he would feel it,and would make everything on his hand to make you love them.He loves to leave hickeys there and plays much attention to them while sex.

[longingthoughts]

I don’t belong, and my beloved neither do you

𝅄  ✧  .˚ fandom: twilight

𝅄  ✧   .˚ focus: novella lambert, novella lambert/rosalie hale

𝅄  ✧  .˚ content warnings: kissing, anxiety

𝅄  ✧  .˚ tags: longing, slight jealousy, shipuary, happy ending, rosalie likes leather and so does novella, pining, reincarnated soulmates, reincarnation, past lives

𝅄  ✧  .˚ music: ivy by taylor swift

𝅄  ✧  .˚ word count: 1,351 

𝅄  ✧  .˚ originally posted: 2022-02-02  

crackship by kai

March 2005        Novella had waited for what felt like a lifetime to know what happened after the baseball game had occurred. Though Emmett had come around the bakery promising to keep an eye out for her and her family he wouldn't answer her questions and neither would Alice, who told her to ask Bella. Novella glared at Emmett in the bakery as he asked her about the baked goods.        "Can you at least tell me if she's okay? That she's not dying? Charlie isn't even home yet" The short girl huffed as he asked another question about the cinnamon rolls.        "She's in the hospital but she'll survive," Emmett replied, and sensing her about to ask another question he put his hands up. "That's all I can tell you okay?" Novella glared at him again but avoided asking another question. She would just have to ask Bella when she was back. And if she didn't come back she would just have to be the most annoying version of herself and get her friend to talk to her. Novella knew that Bella hadn't felt the most at home but she wasn't sure if that had changed now. Novella softened and chewed her lip as she answered every question Emmett had about the sweets. After all, the thought of tasting cardboard for all time seemed horrible.       About a week later though charlie was home and so was Bella. Novella made fresh baked goods that she knew both the swans enjoyed, carefully baking them to perfection as if the sweets could get some answers out of Bella. It wasn't even that she just wanted to know what had happened, though that curiosity was there, she also just wanted to make sure that her friend was okay. That she was okay after everything. "Sai I finished the box, can you still give me a ride?" She asked her best friend not trusting the bike with the baked goods she had specifically spent all day on. "Yes Nov, this shift is almost done." She heard her friend say from the front of the bakery, the tone of her voice telling Novella the bakery was empty.        Fifteen minutes later they were outside of the swan residence she told Sadie that she could walk home and she would call if she was late before she made her way up to the door. It was charlie who greeted her at the door. "Hi Charlie I brought you and Bella's favorites," Novella peered around him into the house. "She's home right?"        "Yeah kid, she's up in her room recovering, could you bring her favorite baked good up to her? I don't want to interrupt your girl time." Charlie said and the care he had for his daughter tugged at Novella's heartstrings.        "Of course, thanks" She replied easily grabbing a small plate and putting the cream cheese danish on it before she made her way upstairs. It was a little too staged the way that Bella was sitting as though she was trying to seem casual.        "He ruined my dramatic entrance didn't he?" Novella joked also pointing out that she in fact did know that Edward had been there. Bella looked as though she was going to deny it before she let out a sheepish grin. "I knew it!" Novella exclaimed as quietly as she could to not make Charlie worry.        "Oh, and I have a cream cheese danish for you."She said almost as an afterthought.        "Oh."She heard the taller brunette say as she took the plate.       "So come on tell me what happened? Also don't just say you fell down the stairs, I was at the game in case you forgot." She added the second part almost as if it was an afterthought.        As Bella told her what happened she listened intently wanting to know everything but her brain kept going back to one of the first details she shared, that she had to trade clothes with Rosalie. It wasn't something that she should be jealous of, Bella was literally running for her life, but her brain kept going back to the fact. Part of her wished she got to trade clothes with Rose. Though the idea of going on the run was terrifying it wasn't that she was jealous of. She was jealous of the closeness she had gotten to be to Rose by wearing her clothes. Still she knew the thought was stupid so she kept pushing the thoughts away as she listened to her friend's story and added her own quips.

June 2006       If someone had asked her what she thought her life would be like now she would not in a million years have been able to have guessed this. She sat in the cabin she had been staying at lately that the Cullens promised would keep her and everyone safe on her request feeling she wasn't ready to be in the Cullens house full time. It had been a lot to process since April, the month she had been turned by victoria as some sick act of revenge against the Cullens and Bella. After turning she not only had memories of now but also of before of Rose. It had been hell to process those alone while also taking on the other newborn's guilt. It looked like it would be a little better now, though the Volturi wanted Bella turned yesterday. But she couldn't control any of that. "Hey Rose" She said feeling the presence of her nearby.       "Do you remember the talk we had the other night?" Rose asked. Novella felt mortified remembering telling Rose about how she had been jealous of Bella when she had been on the run. The worst part is she couldn't even blame something like sleep deprivation or something on it because she was a vampire now and sleep was impossible. "Don't worry Neph," Rose replied using the nickname of her past life as if it was as easy as breathing air. "it's not as embarrassing you think. I actually think it's really cute." She heard rose say steadying her embarrasment all at once.        "I remember." Novella said shifting to look at Rose as she sat on the couch with her. Rosalie was holding a box Novella raised her eyes at her in question.        "Well, I wanted to bring you this, open it." Rose said handing the box to her. Novella took the box carefully looking at it. It was clearly a new box for this specific occasion. It was a black box wrapped in a magenta ribbon carefully. It was clearly picked out with Novella in mind. She gently tugged at the ribbon not wanting her new strength to hurt the delicate thing. She opened the box exposing more magenta this time it was tissue paper. She was a lot less careful with this than she was the ribbon pushing it back to see black leather. Novella couldn't help the small sound of amazement that came out of her mouth. "It's from the eighties, I bought it because it seemed like something that you would wear and I really missed you. When you talked about being jealous of Bella it made me remember it. I've worn it to school for a week so it should smell like me." She heard Rose say. Novella carefully pushed the box to her spot on the couch as she grabbed the jacket and settled it on her shoulders. Looking at rose's smile made her melt completely. "You look beautiful with it on" She heard the blonde say to her.        "Rose have I told you lately that I love you?" Novella asked her settling on Rose's lap instead of the rest of the couch. To some, it would have been fast but it really wasn't. Novella, having been named Nephele at the time, had spent the rest of her life in love and mourning her. The whole time the Cullens had been in forks she felt drawn to her. These feelings were always there. Novella wrapped her arms around Rosalie's neck and kissed her. Feeling Rose's arms wrap around her waist. It just felt right.

[lavender-at-heart]

✫𝑇𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑀𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡✫:

Aro:

☞︎︎︎ Velvet and Lace

𝚁𝚘𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚎:

☞︎︎︎ "dating Rosalie would include"

𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚕𝚎:

𝙰𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚎:

☞︎︎︎"dating Alice would include"

𝙹𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛:

☞︎︎︎ "dating Jasper would include"

𝙴𝚜𝚖𝚎:

𝙴𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚝:

𝙱𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊:

☞︎︎︎ "Bella dating a werewolf"

𝙻𝚎𝚊𝚑:

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚎:

𝙶𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝:

[thegoldfishkid13]

Transformed Jasper Hale x reader

A/n: Please feel free to send me requests for characters :)

Warning: Blood mentioned, death kinda, swearing?, Rosalie being softish

Words count: 794

Type: Sorta angsty with a dabble fluff

Masterlist

  I lay on the ground in agony, pieces of glass scattered around me. The vampire, not one I know, is standing above me wiping the blood from his mouth. My blood! The pain suddenly hit causing me to groan, a fire sensation shot through my body. The vampire bent down to touch my face, I tried to pull away but I couldn’t. He leaned down and whispered in my ear. 

   I couldn’t understand what he said, the pain was unbearable. All I want is for the pain to stop. Another agonizing shot of pain runs through my body.

  “Please…” I begged for him to make the pain stop, to do something. He shook his head no.

  “ Sorry sweetheart, but a lesson needs to be taught.” Confusion filled my brain. ‘ Why was I being punished?’ ‘Did Jasper get into trouble and not tell me?’ While questions raced through my head another vampire joined him in the room. She looked down at me and smirked, she motioned something and then they both jumped out of the window. I layed on the floor still, I couldn’t move or more pain would shoot through my body. It felt like I layed there for hours on end, in reality it was 30 minutes. I heard the front door of my house open and then shut. Someone was yelling my name. 

  I tried to scream for help but all that was able to be released was a strangled cry. Footsteps grew quickly and louder, he wasn’t alone, someone was with him. My bedroom door flew open with so much force that it almost blew it off the hinges. They rushed over to my side. I opened my eyes and looked at who was standing there, it was Alice, Jasper and Carlisle.

  “Make it stop please, It hurts!” I beg. Carlisle was quick to get down by my side and the others followed, he turns my head and see the bite mark, which was slowly healing.

  “ We are too late, she will transform soon.” He spoke “The venom has already entered her blood stream and started to take over. The best thing we can do is stay with her.” His voice was calm and serious.

  “There has to be something we can do, right?” Jasper spoke, Carlisle shook his head no, nothing could be done. I close my eyes again, too weak to speak. I felt a cold hand grip mine and I heard footsteps leave the room, most likely giving me and Jasper space. Cold lips connected with my forehead.

  “I’m sorry darlin’, I love you and now we can be together forever, nothing will bring us apart.” His voice shook, if he could cry he would. A strangled groan leaves my mouth and that’s the last thing I remember. 

   I woke up in the Cullen family home. I could tell that it was Jasper's room by the dark sage green walls, the color we picked together. I get up and look in the mirror, to see that I was changed into a black dress, I gasp. My eyes are red and my skin is cold and pale. I open the door and walk down the stairs to the living room where everyone was sitting. Most looked solem and others looked worried. Alice was the first one to notice me standing there. 

  “Y/n? You’re finally awake.” She said, excitement filled her voice. Everyone turned and looked at me, I just stood there and nodded, not knowing what to say. Jasper rose from his place on the couch and rushed over to me. He wrapped me in an almost bone crushing hug. 

   “Oh darlin’” Was all he said. I hugged him back, squeezing him, rocking us back and forth. Everyone got up and joined the hug, each saying they were glad that I’m okay and everything.

  “What even happened?” I asked. I already knew the answer but it would be comforting to be told.

  “ You were transformed into a vampire and now you're one of us.''Alice said, her voice was giddy and excited.

“You have so much to learn, come one.” Alice grabbed my hand and drugged me out of the house and into the woods. I tried to protest but it’s Alice and she doesn’t listen. Edward stayed inside with Bella, who still had a bandage around her wrist from some sort of accident I’m guessing. Rosalie and Emmet were standing with us. 

  “Y/n I know I haven’t been the nicest to you and I apologize.” Rosalie spoke, this shocked me.

  “ Thank you Rosalie, it means alot.” I said and gave her a wide grin, Emmet gave her a hug and mumbled something causing me to let out a small giggle. Maybe transforming was for the best.

[panlight]

Twilight Superlatives: Most Changed

This one was tough to come up with options for since like . . . no one really has a character arc outside of Bella and Edward really.

Lauren, from SM's NM FAQ: "Ha ha. I had fun imagining this one—I only wished that it had fit into the book somewhere. Lauren fell victim to the “model discovered in the mall” scam. An alleged modeling agent approached Lauren in a mall in Victoria, B.C., and told her she was a natural model. Lauren ate it up. The agent told her that if she did something edgy with her hair, and took some high quality head shots, her future was assured. Lauren followed the instructions—dropping fifteen grand on the pictures taken by the agent’s partner—and waited for her career to begin. She’s still waiting. Snort."

[badfry]

lightheaded

۰ ۪۪۫۫ · you cut your hair. someway, somehow, that led to rosalie hale spending the night with you.

☾ warnings—cheating (my apologies, emmett)

☾ word count—2.2k

☾ notes—i wanted self-indulgent soft collegiate rosalie to christen this blog with. as ariana grande once said: i want it, i got it. written with f!reader in mind, but it can be read as gn!reader. sfw (with the potential for a sequel...)

At first, you didn’t think she was ever on campus during the day—you never ran into her at the college bookstore shopping for textbooks at the start of the year, or at the coffee shop downing a triple shot espresso before her classes, or at the bar crying into a shot glass after them, like you had with everyone else.

So in the beginning, you only ever saw her during your night class.

But when the second semester started, you could have sworn you saw her everywhere, all the time. You thought you were karmically doomed; you’d spent the entirety of the last semester staring at the back of her head, imagining what it would be like to lean over her shoulder and press your lips to the perpetually downturned corners of hers—maybe she’d melt a little, smile the smallest smile, but you’d be able to feel it once she pressed back into you—

Maybe you were doomed. Or maybe she was just that magnetic, and now that your eyes knew her shape, they would forever be drawn to her—no matter how big the crowd or how dark the room was.

Her name was Rosalie; she never responded to Rose. There was a big, gleaming, asscher cut diamond perched prettily on her left ring finger. She never said a thing in class, even though she sat in the front row. She wasn’t eager to answer any of the professor’s questions or awkwardly overshare about her life like the others who sat beside her. You didn’t know if she was really engaged, or if she was just rich with flashy tastes, but you stupidly hoped it was the latter.

Her hair fell to the middle of her back in perfectly blown-out golden waves. She never put it up. She never grew it longer, cut it shorter, or dyed it a different color. She was simply pristine—never a hair out of place or a split end to be trimmed.

You thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world. So did everyone else. Your classmates all took their turns getting shot down, and you sat back and watched them all get their hearts broken. You took it as a reminder: your imaginings would never be anything more than that, so it was best to move on.

You cut your hair at the end of the semester when you were sure you’d never see her again. People in movies always cut their hair after something big—a break-up, a rejection, whatever—to help them get over it. It had never really worked for you in the past, but you still did it every six months or so. Your head felt lighter even if your heart didn’t.

You suspected that you would spend the rest of your life thinking about Rosalie; often now, then less and less frequently over time, until one day it would just be every once in a blue moon. She wasn’t the sort of woman you could forget.

Especially when you saw her everywhere you went.

So when a late-night study session at the library turned into a café-crawl for a pick-me-up, you shouldn’t have been surprised to see her there—but you were. Your heart even skipped a beat.

She was sitting at a table for two right next to the door, reading a book. She had a cup of coffee, but it looked cold and untouched. For some reason, you found yourself asking her, “Does it suck?”

Rosalie peered up at you through her lashes. In the dim light of the café, her eyes were dark and sensuous. She grimaced, and you felt your stomach turn to lead. “Pardon me?”

You wanted to turn around and run away. What the hell had gotten into you? Why did you think you could just walk up and talk to her? She was out of your league. She was probably taken. And yet you gestured weakly to her cup despite all of that. “The coffee. It looks like you didn’t like it.”

Rosalie stared at you for a moment longer, then glanced at her cup of coffee. “No,” she said slowly, “I’m more of a tea person, is all.”

It sounded like she was tasting the words before she settled upon them. You wondered if that’s how she usually spoke; carefully, reverently, like each word meant something special to her. “I guess you were feeling adventurous today,” you said, partly to her, partly to yourself.

“I suppose so,” she said, closing her book and laying it on the table. She ran her eyes up and down your frame; you felt a shiver crawl down your spine. “Would you like to join me?” she finally asked.

“Yes,” you said, far too eagerly. “I mean, sure. I need to order, but I’ll be right back.” No shit, Sherlock, you thought to yourself. Could you embarrass yourself any worse? You hoped not.

You ordered yourself a drink, and when the barista asked if you’d like anything else, you hesitated. She was a tea person, but what sort of tea person? Green tea, black tea, decaf? Maybe it was a bad idea—it definitely was a bad idea—but—

When you came back to the table with a drink for both you and her, Rosalie appeared unsurprised. People probably bought her drinks all the time. Disappointment curdled in your gut, but you still sat down across from her and pushed the tea her way. “I hope you like Earl Grey.”

Rosalie closed the book she was reading and closed her pale, bony fingers around the handle of the mug. “I… do,” she said. She pulled the mug closer to her, then cradled it between her palms. She didn’t sip at it; she seemed to be too busy enjoying the way its warmth seeped into her.

You sipped at your own drink nervously. Your hands were trembling, so you kept them wrapped tight around your mug. Despite your drink’s warmth, your hands went cold from the lack of circulation. You’d officially run out of things to say.

“You cut your hair,” Rosalie suddenly pointed out.

“Oh, um, yeah,” you stuttered. You hadn’t expected her to remember you, let alone how your hair used to look.

She must have misread your expression, because then she asked, “Do you not like it?”

“I do,” you assured her. “Sort of. I’m still getting used to it.”

Rosalie tilted her head and examined you far too closely. You tried and failed to swallow past the lump in your throat. “It suits you,” she said, and your heart nearly leaped out of your chest. “And even if you end up disliking it, it will grow back.”

“That’s true.” She was still staring at you, something indecipherable hidden behind the dark depths of her eyes, and as much as you reveled in her undivided attention, it made you panic. “Have you ever thought about cutting yours?”

“No,” she responded immediately. “Why? Do you not like it?”

You barked out a strange little laugh before you could stop yourself. “I love it,” you said. “It’s beautiful, really. I just can’t leave my hair alone, so I find it hard to believe anyone else can.”

Rosalie smiled. You thought she looked sad, somehow. “You’re sweet,” she sighed. “My hair grows very slowly, so I never thought cutting it any shorter would be smart.”

“Oh, it’s always a stupid idea,” you admitted. “But that’s part of the fun. And like you said, it’ll grow back, slow or fast. And if all else fails, you could get a wig.”

Rosalie looked away from you, brows furrowed. You were worried—had you offended her? Maybe you’d come across as too pushy or judgmental. You should change the subject. Your eyes flitted about wildly, desperate for something to talk about that wouldn’t send her running away from you; they landed on her ring, which was certainly not a topic that would help you out anytime soon.

“Are you engaged?” you asked anyway because you loved to stick your foot in your mouth.

But it made her look at you again. You could have sunk into her eyes and never resurfaced. “Not exactly,” she murmured.

What does that mean, you wanted to ask, but you didn’t get the chance to.

“I think you’re right,” Rosalie said. “You should cut my hair.”

You blinked. “What?”

Rosalie smiled, and this time, you thought she actually looked happy. “You should take me home and cut my hair.”

Your face went numb. “Okay,” you choked out.

And so you brought Rosalie Hale home.

She sat in your desk chair and stared at you through the mirror you’d set up in front of her as you asked her how short she wanted to cut her hair; she held one hand up to her shoulder in response.

“Above or below?”

“What do you think would look better?”

You lost the unofficial staring contest Rosalie had started. “You could pull off anything, really. But it doesn’t matter what I think.”

“I wouldn’t ask if it didn’t matter,” she said.

“Why does it?” you asked.

“You said my hair is beautiful.” Rosalie tilted her head back until you looked her in the eye once more. Under the bright white light of your lamp, her eyes looked lighter than they had in the café—maybe they were hazel. “I’d like it if you still thought that after cutting it.”

“As long as it’s what you want,” you told her, “I can promise you I will.”

Luckily, she seemed to take you at your word. "Above, then," she settled on.

"Alright," you agreed, carefully gathering her hair between your hands without tugging it too hard. It was thick, coarse, and ridiculously weighty in your palms, although it had always appeared delicate and sleek from afar. "This might take a while. Do you want a drink or something?"

"No, thank you." Rosalie made having good posture look easy. "Take your time. I believe I trust you."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence," you said, half-joking. Your cheeks were burning. Rosalie's trust weighed on you heavier than her hair. You had no clue how you'd earned it, but you never wanted to lose it.

It took you a little over an hour to cut her hair. Your arms were sore and the fingers on your dominant hand ached to hell and back, but you didn't care. Your eyes were glued to Rosalie's reflection in the mirror; you thought she looked sad again. "What do you think?" you asked her, stomach churning.

Rosalie stared at herself in silence for what felt like the longest minute of your life. Then she gave herself a smile, tremulous at the edges, and said to you, "It's not so heavy anymore."

"It's kind of weird, right?"

"A little," she admitted huskily, peering down at the golden strands that littered your floor now. Her chest rose and fell swiftly, but you couldn't hear her breathing.

"It's normal to cry, the first time," you were quick to assure her. You hesitated, then laid a hand upon her shoulder. "I won't judge."

Rosalie took a deep breath in, held it for a moment, then sighed, "No. I'm fine." After a moment, she stood up and turned to you. Her eyes were warm, flitting back and forth across your face rapidly. "Do you still think my hair looks beautiful?"

You couldn't answer her when she looked at you like that—like you were something special. You looked at your feet, the hair all over your floor, and eventually, you asked her, "Do you regret it?"

"No."

"Then yes."

Rosalie huffed out a laugh. "Are you worried you might hurt my feelings?"

"No," you muttered, "I just think you're beautiful when you're happy. In general, I mean."

Rosalie took a step closer to you. Your heart fluttered in response. As though she had heard it and wanted to feel it for herself, she reached her hands up and pressed them to your chest. "Look at me," she whispered.

You tried, but you couldn't. She dragged her hands up each side of your neck, leaving millions of tiny goosebumps in their wake, then cradled your face between her palms. She pulled it up to hers gently, beseechingly, until finally, you could look her in the eye. "I'm sorry," you sighed. You thought of how she'd said she wasn't exactly engaged, and how at that moment, you could feel the white gold band of her ring rubbing against your skin; even still, you thought of how long you'd imagined yourself pressing your lips to hers.

"Don't be," she entreated. Then she wrapped one of her hands around the back of your head, pressed her chest to yours, and kissed you ever-so-softly.

You shuddered; your breaths entwined. Rosalie's lips were colder than you'd thought they would be, so you sucked the bottom one into your mouth, then the top. When you pulled back from her, her mouth was warmer and wetter than it had been to start with, gleaming prettily in the white lamplight.

"Would you mind," Rosalie panted, "if I stayed the night?"

"Of course not," you said, against your better judgment.

Rosalie grinned and kissed you harder than before. You could feel it, just like you'd always imagined; it made you grin, too.

[certified-satisfied-maneater]

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Told Him...

Part One

Okay, as promised, more to Fisherman's Son- and I'm honestly dragging this plot on its ass because I don't know what the fuck I'm doing anymore-

Mini rant: just got a new job this week and it's kicking my fucking ass. I'm so tired and I just wanted some twilight so maybe this will help. Also- I need to figure out a new writing process- because this shit aint working anymore.

Here ya go-

Fluff Jasper Hale x Male!Reader Part 2

Warnings: Swearing

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"OH MY GOD-" (Y/N) shrieked as Emmett and Bella appeared on the sides of his car. They smirked at each other through the window and then shoved their hands into the doors, creating large hand-shaped dents. Not slowing, (Y/N) was still in shock, making incoherent sounds as his car was pulled to a stop by the hot guy's siblings.

Ripping their hands out of the doors, Bella and Emmett stood next to each other by (Y/N)'s car. The other Cullen's joined them as (Y/N) tried to open his door. After it wouldn't, he brought his leg back and kicked it, the door swinging open with the damage Emmett had left at the driver's side.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" he instantly cursed at the group, shutting the door harshly and inspecting the damage. "What did you do to my car?" he practically began to cry on the spot.

"Sorry," Emmett apologized, though his face gave him away.

"You better fucking be," (Y/N) shot back, standing up straight and glaring with the fury of hell in his eyes.

"We'll buy you a new one," Jasper promised, stepping around the car to be closer to (Y/N).

"...No. Nope. This is bullshit. This is batshit crazy. First, you and your family try to get me to look for my dad, and then they can run as fast as my car. And then they can stop my car with their bare hands. The cherry on top is that you just so casually stated you could drop thousands of dollars on a new car." (Y/N) deadpanned at Jasper, and then the group.

Genuinely sheepish now, Emmett and Bella rubbed the back of their necks, awkward smiles on their faces.

The group hadn't realized that in their attempt to make Jasper happy they'd completely disregarded that (Y/N) knew nothing about vampires.

"Do you think it's too soon to tell?" Rosalie asked aloud, looking at the others. There were mixed reviews, but Jasper made the decision himself.

Turning to (Y/N), Jasper took his hand. Confused and tempted to object, but not, (Y/N) inspected him with suspicious eyes.

"(Y/N)."

"...Jasper?"

"My family and I are vampires."

A moment of silence rung as (Y/N) stared at him with a completely emotionless gaze.

Then he let out a breath through his nose, slowly smiling as he started laughing. He was laughing so hysterically, in fact, that he was bent over, one hand still in Jasper's as he tried to catch his breath.

"Wait, wait, wait-" he choked through the laughter- "you expect me to believe that vampires exist?" Saying it out loud caused him to laugh harder.

The other's just stared at him, Alice with clear concern, while Jasper tried to control his reaction to what was happening.

Wiping his eyes from tears of laughter with one hand, the other still in Jasper's grasp, (Y/N) took a deep breath and let it out audibly.

Looking around at the group and realizing they weren't joking, (Y/N)'s jaw dropped.

"...Really?"

Rosalie nodded, arms crossed and a smirk on her face.

Needless to say, (Y/N) saw black.

...

"You told him after knowing him for not even a day?" Carlisle scolded, the sounds muffled by the wall as (Y/N) woke up.

Eyes flickering open, (Y/N) blinked at the harsh lights around him. Standing up from a lavish bed in the middle of the room he gulped with nerves, hypervigilant of everything around him.

"He's awake," Edward warned from the next room.

Everyone walked in slowly, trying to startle (Y/N) anymore than they already had.

Taking a deep breath, (Y/N) started to talk.

"Where am I?"

"Our house, the Cullen resident. Middle of the woods, remember," Jasper reminded, a fond smile coming on his face. It caught Esme and Carlisle by surprise, seeing him so casual in a way he hadn't been with his own family.

Nodding as he thought about it, (Y/N) sat back down on the bed, fingers running against the soft, dark red blanket.

"Where's my car?"

"Had it towed. Emmett and Alice are out getting a new one as we speak," Rosalie responded, sighing as she idly looked around at the walls. She wasn't in Jasper's room hardly enough.

"What about my stuff?" (Y/N) asked, brow creasing in panick.

Bella pointed to the corner of the room, showing the suitcases and bag of items from the car.

"Okay. Well I guess the rest of my questions involve the... information I was told."

Nodding in understanding, Carlisle pulled up a seat near the bed, looking at (Y/N) at eye level.

"Jasper told you we were vampires, correct?" he started.

"Yeah."

"He wasn't really... supposed to do that," Carlisle revealed, giving Jasper a pointed look. Jasper just shrugged and sat down near (Y/N), who still hadn't stopped his advances.

"Well, he did. What does being a vampire even entail?" (Y/N) asked nervously. The rest of the family bid farewell as they knew the next couple of hours would be explanation and stories.

Jasper took (Y/N)'s hands that were nervously picking at each other and held one in his grasp, fingers gently rubbing across his warm skin.

...

"It's been a while. It's already dark outside. I think it's time you get some rest," Carlisle explained as he stood up.

"I don't want to go back to my dad's house, especially while he's still missing," (Y/N) immediately objected, becoming tense. Jasper rubbed his fingers across (Y/N)'s knuckles and watched as his shoulders slumped back down.

Carlisle gave Jasper a disapproving look for using his powers on him before turning back to him.

"You can stay here, if you'd like. We have a guest room just down the hall, or you can sleep in here."

(Y/N) nodded, thanking Carlisle and watching him walk out.

"Do you want the guest room?" Jasper asked gently, looking at the side of (Y/N)'s face.

"No... I think I want to stay in here."

Jasper gave him a small smile and moved so that they were facing each other, crisscross on the bed.

"Well, since you know all about me, I want to know about you," Jasper said with a half smile, eyes gleaming.

"I don't know all about you, though. I know all about you being a vampire, but nothing else," (Y/N) corrected, watching Jasper play with his fingers.

"What else is there?" Jasper jokingly responded, doing a double take as he saw (Y/N) glare.

"What do you mean, 'What else is there'? I want to know you. Not what you are. Like... what's your favorite color? Or... favorite food? Oh, well, I guess you don't eat anymore. Wait- if you don't sleep why do you have a bed?" (Y/N) suddenly realized, looking around at the bed he sat on.

"It's still nice to lay down and close your eyes, even if you can't sleep," Jasper explained, a faint smile on his face. "Fine, I'll tell you about those things, but we have to take turns. I say mine, you say yours, deal?"

"Deal," (Y/N) smirked back, leaning forward as if drawn physically to Jasper.

...

Esme walked in a few hours later with a plate of food for (Y/N), stopping with a bright smile as he saw the position they were in. They had moved to the couch by the window, both looking out it. (Y/N) laid between Jasper's legs, head on his chest. Jasper was playing with (Y/N)'s hair, rubbing his back as they quietly talked to each other.

She left the plate on the table next to the door quietly and left the two alone.

End

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Welp, there ya go everybody who wanted this! I hope that was an okay ending, I was feeling comfy today and really really REALLY want to be in this situation. Sadly, vampires don't exist and I don't live in Forks Washington :')

-Author Max <3

[another-fantasy-world]

Grim Reaper's Apprentice

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Title: Grim Reaper's Apprentice

Pairing/s: Rosalie Hale x GN! Reader (Romantic), Alice Cullen x GN! Reader (Platonic), Bella Swan x GN! Reader (platonic)

Summary: in which two lonely mystical creatures find peace and comfort in each other as fate deemed it to be

Warnings: Not detailed violence but violence nonetheless. My own shitty take on Grim Reapers.

Additional Tags: OOC characters, fluff, I am so sorry I haven't watched twilight in a while vurabhvrbhabvr

Reader Pronouns: I think I didn't put any pronouns for the reader honestly-

Word Count: 3358 words

Author’s Note: It's been sitting on my drafts for too long and I've not written for the twilight fandom in so long so I decided why not?

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Grim Reaper. A being that is said to bring nothing but an ill omen.

You didn't really think you'd have the pleasure of meeting the spiritual being and live, but you did. And now they took you in as their apprentice. Which was terrifying at first, but you made it out just fine. And now you also had the ability to gather souls and make their whole life flash before their eyes.

You love your job, you really do, but sometimes it can get lonely. Your guardian was busy, moving from one soul to another and they certainly need your help, which you gladly provide, but you need someone you can talk to, someone who had a mortal life once.

And you found what you were looking for in a blonde girl whose soul was due to travel to the other side of the veil. How? You didn't know, you never knew, you just knew when they'd die and what they did in their life when you watched their memories.

It may be an invasion of privacy, but you have to do it, and over time you were numb to it all. You always ensured that you only showed the happiest memories to those who didn't deserve to die but those who did? You made sure they regret their lifetime of decisions.

This time, a name suddenly wrote itself upon your book, a list of names whose souls need to be retrieved and guided before the end of the day. And while a name suddenly popping up in the middle of a job isn’t unusual, the fact that it’s glowing an elegant shade of gold is. 

You quickly guide the ordinary soul through the veil and once that’s done, you allowed yourself to dematerialize and assemble to where the soul was. 

And there laid the most beautiful creature you have ever laid your eyes on. You, however, didn’t get to stare at her for too long because you felt a crushing pain in your chest. You gritted your teeth as the pain reverberated and spread all throughout your body. Rosalie’s memories start forcing their way inside your head and you are reliving her life just as she is.

“Child. One wished that fate would allow your meeting with your fated half in a pleasant way, but one sees that it is not the case. You must make a choice, one’s dearest apprentice. Would you allow her soul to pass through the veil, or would you allow her to live as a Cold One?” You feel your mentor’s bony hand on your shoulder

You weighed each option carefully, Once a soul passes through the veil, it experiences the best treatment it could wish for. Basically, heaven as most mortals prefer to call that phenomenon. However, you would never be able to see her again. But if she becomes a cold one instead, she would have to live with the pain of having to consume blood. You had a feeling she would consider that a curse instead.

“Ah, it seems you are too slow when it comes to decisions child.” 

Your head shot up at the sound of someone’s footsteps echoing from within the dark alleyway, a cold one. Are they looking for a meal? You scrambled to your feet and attempted to push the blonde man off your fated one, only for you to phase through him. You felt dread quickly filling you up, She doesn’t want this. No one does, she doesn’t deserve to live with the memories that’ll forever haunt her. 

Perhaps he’d just feed on her? Or will he change her?

But isn’t that a good thing? You’d have a chance on getting to know her? After all, you’d be contented with just being in her presence. 

“Child. One understands your turmoil, however, you must not be too reckless and hasty. Gaze into his eyes little one.” Your mentor sighs as if exasperated by your antics

And so you did as they asked, gazing into this man’s golden eyes. Ah. 

“Oh.” you pouted slightly, embarrassment slowly replacing the dread

“As you can see, she’ll be…relatively safe with the Cullens.”

“Do you know him?”

“Why yes, of course. One was supposed to claim his soul but he turned into a cold one before one had the chance to steal his soul.” Your mentor’s cloak shook as if the body under it shrugged

Your mentor’s making your job sound so much more terrifying and evil than it actually is, making you look at them with a scrunched-up face.

They sigh, “She will be safe with the Cullens, you have sifted through his memories so you should know firsthand what he truly is like. One also gives you permission to follow your fated one around when you finished guiding your set amount of souls every day. However, you must remember, child, you are not strong enough to appear in front of those who walk in the mortal plane just yet.”

You know that. You’ve been trying to get past that hurdle for who knows how long. Grim Reapers take souls who have experienced great pain and suffering yet remain neutral, as opposed to the good souls that go up and bad souls that go down, as apprentices. And you were one of the new ones, barely able to force souls through the veil. This is why your mentor always gave you the easy ones.

“Do not worry young one.” Their bony hand petted your hair, “With your work ethic, you’re going to gain that skill in the next few decades” They then turned around, that signature scythe lazily draped over their shoulders.

“Besides, if you manage to capture souls before they turn into cold ones or a creature of the night, you might lessen your sentence.” 

And so you did just that. You gently guided kind souls to their destination, helping them fulfill their last wishes before moving on. You not-so-gently kicked cruel souls into your soul jar and threw them through the veil. Your method made your stoic mentor laugh so hard their jaw fell off… literally. 

You also (creepily) romantically followed Rosalie around as she navigates through her new life as a cold one. She was particularly attractive when she killed those who led her to her death without even spilling a drop of blood. Only the Gods above and below are witnesses to your feral fawnings over your beloved. Well, except maybe for the souls of the very same men your beloved just killed. They were already in your jar so it’s not like they had any say in it. 

So that was how you spent the next few decades, following Rosalie around to make sure she’s safe, doing your job, and practicing how to solidify so that you can finally attend that God-awful school in Forks, where Rosalie and her family are trying to blend in with their God-like looks and their dazzlingly golden eyes. Florescent they say. 

You can’t help but laugh as (your brother-in-law) Rosalie’s brother weakly try to explain and defend himself from his blood singer and fated one. 

“Hmm. Bella Swan huh. I remember a soul whose last wish was to name his granddaughter after his wife Bella… I wonder…” You shrugged it off, maybe it was a coincidence. 

“Woah! So you really are here.” You jumped and screeched when a pixie-like being suddenly appeared beside you. 

“Alice? You can…see me?” You waved your hand back and forth in front of her face

“No. I can’t see you. But I’ve seen this vision so many times that I have memorized it down to every last second.”

“Oh.” 

“Oh indeed. So tell me, who are you and why do I see you with Rosalie in almost every vision I get. And yes I know the answer I just want to hear you say it.” 

“You can’t even hear me.” You sighed, before trying to materialize and succeeding, but you feel yourself struggling and you knew that your time with her is limited. 

“Hello.” You tested it awkwardly, then laughed slightly when Alice’s eyes lit up as she bounced on the heels of her feet.

“You’re prettier than when I saw you in my vision-” she then grabs your hand, lightly gasping “You’re cold!! Colder than us, at least.” You chuckled, loving the cheerful attitude that was directed toward you. 

“I’m glad that at least one of the Cullen’s like me at least.” You grinned

“I don’t just like you, oh no. We are going to be best friends. And I will be setting you up with Rose sooner or later… Preferably when you can permanently make yourself solid.” She giggled, pointing at your now fading body. 

“Oh.” That was the last word you muttered before running out of time, which made Alice laugh gleefully before turning to return inside where her family was waiting for her. 

You wondered if they heard your conversation whilst floating to them but it turns out that they were quite worried for Alice since her presence suddenly disappeared. You noted that as one of the things you’ll ask your mentor once they come by for their check-up on you every decade or so.

Days pass by as more trouble finds its way toward the Cullen family, the center of it all would be one Bella Swan and you suddenly found yourself swamped with work, so you could only be there when a certain crazy blonde-haired vampire bit Bella Swan. 

“Do I really look like that?” Bella whispers to herself as she gazes down at her convulsing body

“Yes, you do. Now, do you see why Alice insists on taking you out shopping?” You suddenly phased through one of the pillars in her childhood ballet studio. 

You just came from Italy, guiding a huge group of souls with 2 more fellow apprentices after a coven feeding. It was easy but tedious and tiring. When you saw that 2 names suddenly written themselves in your “souls-to-fetch” list, you were baffled to see Bella’s name along with some random white dude named James.

Bella took a ghostly step back as you fixed your clothes, ignoring the fighting of Edward and James in the background. She was clearly startled by you but she composed herself quickly

“Excuse me? Who are you? Are you…like a ghost?” She then glances at your scythe and you see her slowly put things together. 

“Wow, I can see the cogs turning in your brain-” you spin your scythe around for fun then made it vanish, winking at her before floating towards her “-No, I’m not a ghost. Yes, I am a grim reaper, one of many. And No. You’re not going to die… yet. As if Edward will let you die. The guy watches you sleep for fucks sake.” You huffed out, before shutting your mouth, realizing that you’ve done the same every night, granted that Rosalie never slept… only pretended to do so. Perhaps that doesn’t count.

You see Bella’s soul glow bright red in embarrassment, a tell-tale sign that she’s not meant to be taken through the veil just yet, for she still feels emotion and is still attached to her mortal body.

“Ew, he’s going to suck your blood now, so you’d probably feel a vacuum-like feeling, don’t worry, just let it happen. It’s your body dragging your soul back. Nothing to worry about. Now shoo!” You pushed her towards her body, laughing when her ghostly feet tripped and she fell on top of herself, which prompted the process of soul-attaching. It was just a goofy sight of the soul swirling around like a vortex as they get sucked into their mortal body.

“That’s always hilarious.” You wipe the figurative tear off your eye.

“Now what am I going to do with you.” Your eyes turn into slits as flesh slowly melted off you, revealing the classic bony grim reaper look, your scythe slowly materializing in your hand as you slowly turned towards James, who was struggling to keep himself together since he did just get dismembered and burned into ashes.

He tried to speak but you slashed your scythe into the air once, making stitches appear on his mouth, stitching it shut. He then realized his circumstances and with his dwindling attachment to the mortal plane, he ran in fear. You laughed, floating eyeballs flashing red as you began to chase, toy, and play with him. Hunting him down like prey, just like he did with so many other souls. 

Your job comes with such benefits after all. 

You might’ve had too much fun with him since the next thing you knew, it was time for Fork’s Prom Night, the night wherein you planned to reveal yourself to Rosalie. Upon realizing that, you quickly jammed James’ soul into a jar and hurriedly threw it through the veil leaving whoever was on the other side with the responsibility of him as you rushed to phase to Forks. 

Upon stepping on luscious green grass, its blades still moist from the rain as you breathed in the forest-infused air, you knew that you were in the right place. However, the loud music coming from the school indicated that you were late. You sighed and let your bond with Rosalie lead you to her, your feet soon moved by themselves as gold slowly invaded your vision. 

She looked so…ethereal, yet oh so lonely sitting there. The wind pushes her hair back as she sits there, peaceful and alone.  Your hand longs to hold hers while you both gaze up unto the starry sky, just keeping her company throughout eternity. 

“Beautiful.” You whispered, watching as her eyes shot open, slowly looking around as if feeling your presence. 

“You know I can feel you right?” She softly says, her shoulders relaxing as she realizes it’s just you

“I actually didn’t.” You sheepishly say as you materialize, having practiced time and time again, you felt like this time, you’ll be able to last longer than before

“Is that so?” She smirks, before turning to look at you. 

She then blinks slowly as if she can’t believe what she was looking at. You quickly looked down and saw that in your hurry to get here, you forgot that you were still in your grim reaper outfit, with your hood down. Which meant that she saw you in all your boney gloriousness. You quickly made yourself invisible just so you could put some flesh into your bones and quickly reappeared, an embarrassed look painted heavily on your face.

“I am so sorry.” You looked away from her, biting your lip hard as punishment for the unsightly sight that she had to see

You then felt the air shift as she suddenly appeared before you, her hands cradling your face as she pulls your bottom lip to stop you from biting them. You felt your mind short circuit and you were so sure that smoke was escaping from your ears.

“Please let me court you.” You quickly blurted out, your mouth letting the words escape before your brain could fully process them.

Her eyes widened slightly, taken aback by the sudden declaration of adoration before chuckling, her face filled with glee as her eyes look at you fondly.

“Only if you allow me to court you as well.” She replies, hand intertwining with yours as she leads you to sit beside her on the bench that she previously sat at.

You two spoke for hours, basking under the moonlight as you play with each other’s fingers. Telling stories and comparing hand sizes, you also let yourself gush over her as you tell her how attractive she looked every time she struts down the hallway or how hot she looked when she played baseball, especially when she stared Bella down as she slowly got up from sliding. 

She then told you about all the times she felt your presence, which was frequent. She told you about the time she caught your boney hand emerging from nowhere to put a bookmark on the page of the book she was reading the night before while she was showering for school. She also told you about the time she felt coldness hovering over her and the time that she was sure that you punched someone for gazing at her like a piece of meat. You sheepishly admitted to it and you both laughed about it.

Soon enough it was time for her to go home and you were feeling yourself fade away.

“You don’t have to worry. Although you can’t see me, I will always be right there with you.” You reassured her when you saw the panicked look on her face. 

And oh boy did you fulfill that promise.

Your daily life now consists of appearing before Rosalie every morning, inviting her for a walk. It allows her to have time for her to organize her thoughts about the happenings that seem to only happen to her family. It allows her to rant about Bella while you take her hand in yours in silent comfort and support. It allows her to spend time with you as you practice materializing yourself for longer durations. 

Your walks always end with that one tree that you deemed as your tree, your initials, and Rosalie’s carved into the wood. You would always sit down on the cloth that Rosalie always carried with your back against the rough bark. You would then open your arms, inviting Rosalie in your embrace as she slowly melts into you. Her head resting on your chest while you place your chin on her shoulders. She would then start to read a book that you both chose with you enjoying the way her voice sounds. 

She would never admit it but she absolutely loves the way you hum directly on her ears when she reads parts that you particularly like or the way you would grunt in annoyance when a character does something idiotic. 

After perhaps 6 chapters or so, when the sun is fully out, you like to pick her up suddenly, focusing on her as you wave your hand around, your gifts, as she likes to call it, making sure that you put a bookmark on the page you left it, then making sure the blanket was nice and cleanly folded. You would then adorn her with a gorgeous gown from an era of her choice (it really depends on her mood), your black mist wrapping around her before forming into the said dress while you too adorn yourself with the clothing of your choice. 

You would then kneel on one knee, asking permission to kiss the back of her hand before asking her to dance. Her skin would sparkle under the sun, the very same sparkle that she used to loathe with her whole heart, she loves it now. Why? It was all because of your expression each and every time you see it. A child-like wonder, your eyes filled with adoration and love as you twirl her with the rhythm that only the two of you can hear. 

She could do this for all eternity, she would never get sick of it. Not even when you finally put a ring on her finger. 

While there are times that you would miss this morning routine on yours, you would always tell her beforehand, silently cursing your work and only leaving when she tells, or rather, orders you to. She understands how important your work is, no matter how time-consuming it is, she would always wait for you with a cold yet warm embrace as you cuddled the night away. So it doesn’t really bother her when you disappear at random points in time.

Why should it? She knows in her very soul that you would always come back to her, a grin on your face and sometimes you even come home with live animals from wherever you were from for her and her family. 

Being a vampire and having a Grim Reaper as a fated one may be unorthodox, but she would choose it over and over again with no hesitation whatsoever.

[imyourbratzdoll]

𝒊 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒎

a small drabble that I wrote up, hopefully you all like it xx

warning - jealousy.

the gif I use isn’t mine, divider by @newlips

You stared at her from across the cafeteria, wondering what it would be like to sit next to her, running your fingers through her hair, looking deep into her golden eyes. You scowled as her boyfriend rested his arm over her shoulders.

You glare for a bit until your eyes flicker up from his arm and connect with hers. A gasp slips from your lips, and you feel your cheeks heat up, quickly looking down at the food in front of you, stabbing it with your fork.

You are so infatuated with her, and you don’t even know why. It was as if you needed her to breathe like she was the thing allowing you to live. You couldn’t explain it.

You just needed to find a way to get rid of her boyfriend. What could he offer that you couldn’t? The green-eyed monster appeared beside you again, whispering how you could be a better “boyfriend” than him.

You shove the food into your mouth, shutting your thoughts off as you stare at the table before you.

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[zapreportsblog]

Cullens family x youngest sister! Reader

The cullens each trying to wake up their newest and youngest member in their family for her first day of Highschool.

Let’s just say reader isn’t a light sleeper😅

❝like a bear in hibernation❞

✭ pairing : cullen siblings x reader

✭ fandom : twilight

✭ summary : (Y/n) is the recent adopted member of the Olympic Clan, she’s was once a Norman vampire but after having a run in with Esme she was taken under her wing and slowly adopted into the family’s traditions. Now it’s the first day of school for her and no one can seem to wake her up

✭ authors note : in this version of twilight the vampires here can sleep

✭ twilight masterlist

In the cozy Cullen household, a sense of serenity prevailed. The family had welcomed a new member into their fold, (Y/n), a former nomadic vampire who had once struggled with a dangerous addiction to human blood. But since coming under the Cullens' guidance, she had embraced their lifestyle, adopting a diet of animal blood and striving to gain control over her thirst.

Today marked a special day for (Y/n) as she prepared for her first day of school in the small town of Forks. Her siblings, each with their unique approach to waking her up, had agreed to take turns in the morning.

Alice, always the lively one, decided to be the first to rouse her new sister. She entered (Y/n)'s room with a mischievous grin, armed with a portable speaker playing loud pop music. With precision, she positioned it right by (Y/n)'s ear and cranked up the volume.

The blaring music filled the room, reverberating off the walls. Alice watched with eager anticipation, expecting (Y/n) to jolt awake at the sudden noise.

However, much to Alice's surprise, (Y/n) merely mumbled in her sleep, turning away from the source of the noise. Her eyelids remained closed, and she seemed undisturbed by the cacophony.

Alice couldn't help but giggle at (Y/n)'s resilience. It appeared that (Y/n) was not an easy sleeper to wake.

Alice exited (Y/n)'s room, a bemused expression on her face. Her attempt to wake their new sister with loud pop music had failed, leaving (Y/n) in blissful slumber. She reported back to the rest of the Cullen family, who had gathered in the hallway outside the room.

"No luck in waking her up," Alice declared with a huff, her brow furrowed in frustration.

Edward, with his telepathic abilities, chimed in, "I couldn't sense any change in her emotions when you tried to wake her, Alice."

Emmett chuckled, amused by the situation. "Well, this ought to be interesting. Who's next?"

Alice rolled her eyes playfully before suggesting, "Jasper's turn."

Jasper, always calm and composed, entered (Y/n)'s room with a sense of determination. He understood that his unique gift could be used to influence emotions, and he had a plan in mind.

Approaching (Y/n)'s bed, he reached out and gently touched her shoulder, his voice a soothing whisper. "Wake up, (Y/n). It's time to start your day."

(Y/n) stirred at his touch, but her sleep seemed unusually deep. She mumbled something unintelligible and shifted in her bed, still not fully awake.

Jasper didn't give up. He decided to use his gift, channeling feelings of excitement and energy into (Y/n)'s subconscious. It was like giving her a burst of enthusiasm, akin to the zoomies a dog might experience.

As he infused her with this vibrant energy, (Y/n)'s body reacted. She began tossing and turning in her bed, her limbs twitching as if caught in the throes of excitement. Her breathing quickened, and her features contorted into a mix of joy and restlessness.

The rest of the Cullens watched with fascination as (Y/n) remained blissfully asleep, completely oblivious to the energetic turmoil happening within her dreams.

Jasper couldn't help but crack a smile at the sight. It appeared that, even in slumber, (Y/n) was a force to be reckoned with.

After Jasper's attempt to wake (Y/n) ended with her tossing and turning in her sleep, the Cullen siblings couldn't help but be entertained by their new sister's stubborn slumber. Jasper exited her room, shaking their heads.

Jasper smirked and said, "Seems my attempt didn't work. Emmett, it's your turn."

Emmett, always up for a challenge, grinned widely. He stepped into (Y/n)'s room with an air of excitement, ready to try something different. As soon as he spotted her, he couldn't resist the urge to act like a big kid.

Emmett began bouncing on (Y/n)'s bed with the enthusiasm of a child on a trampoline. The mattress squeaked and shifted beneath his weight as he jumped up and down. He called out, "Wake up, sleepyhead! It's a brand new day!"

But all (Y/n) did in response was mumble in her sleep, her brow furrowing slightly as if she were having an unusual dream. Unbeknownst to Emmett, her powers were activated in her sleep, her telekinesis manifesting.

With a sudden burst of power, Emmett was lifted off the bed and sent flying through the air. He let out a surprised shout as he crashed through the bedroom door and slid into the living room, creating a comical scene that left the other Cullens in stitches.

Emmett groaned from his less-than-graceful landing and rubbed his head as he rose to his feet. He looked back at the closed bedroom door, shaking his head.

"Rose, your turn," he grumbled, determined to finally get their new sister out of bed.

Rosalie, determined to wake (Y/n) from her stubborn slumber, entered the room with a plan in mind. She approached the bed and, with her vampire strength, effortlessly lifted it, attempting to tilt it slightly to make (Y/n) lose her balance and fall.

However, as Rosalie exerted her strength on the bed, she quickly realized that (Y/n) was gripping the mattress tightly, refusing to budge. Her brows furrowed in surprise, but before she could react, (Y/n) activated her telekinesis once more.

With a surge of power, the bed was wrenched from Rosalie's grasp, and she was sent flying backward. Emmett, who had been waiting just outside the room, caught Rosalie with ease.

Rosalie looked back at the closed door, her irritation evident. "Tough luck," Emmett teased as he held her.

The other Cullens, who had been watching the spectacle unfold, exchanged glances. Edward, always the logical one, was their last hope. They turned to him with expectant expressions, silently asking if he could use his telepathy to wake (Y/n).

Edward chuckled, shaking his head. "I can't, actually. She puts up a mental block when she's asleep. It's like she's determined to enjoy her beauty rest."

The Cullens sighed collectively, realizing that (Y/n) was indeed a unique challenge when it came to waking her up. Her stubborn slumber was proving to be quite the puzzle, and they couldn't help but be intrigued by their new sister's extraordinary abilities, even in her sleep.

The Cullen family had exhausted their attempts to wake (Y/n) from her deep slumber. With her first day of school looming, it became clear that a more unconventional approach was needed.

Esme, always the nurturing and caring mother figure of the family, spoke up. "Well, we can't just have her miss her first day of school."

Carlisle, the family's patriarch, sighed, knowing what had to be done. "I hope it didn't have to come to this."

He informed the rest of the family of his plan, and with a determined expression, he left the house. Minutes later, he returned with a packet of human blood from his job at the local blood bank.

The Cullens watched with curiosity as Carlisle poured the human blood into a cup, the rich red liquid contrasting starkly with their usual diet of animal blood. They exchanged concerned glances but remained silent.

Carlisle ignored their inquiries and proceeded to (Y/n)'s room. He left the cup of human blood on her nightstand, hoping it would be the key to finally waking her.

Only seconds later, (Y/n) emerged from her room, cup in hand, sipping the human blood. Her eyes were bright and alert, a smile on her face as she greeted her family.

"What a nice wake-up call," she said, her tone cheerful. "But you guys wouldn't believe what I dreamt about."

The Cullens exchanged relieved glances. It seemed that the allure of human blood had successfully roused (Y/n) from her deep slumber, and she was now ready to face her first day of school with her newfound family.

As (Y/n) shared her dream with the Cullens, they couldn't help but be amused by the creative lengths they had gone to in order to wake her. It was just another extraordinary day in the life of their unique family.

[simpfordemetri]

Rosalie and Emmett .

[ghoulie-67-baby]

I know- Rosalie Hale & Emmett Cullen.

Summary: Rosalie knows you have a crush on Emmett.

Warnings: Emotional distress (minor), implied polyamorous relationship, suggestive conversation, slight nudity, slight degradation of self.

Pairing: Rosalie hale x GN!reader x Emmett Cullen.

Word count: 1,203.

I couldn't help the grin that spread across my face as I watched Jasper and Emmett tumble around the grass, play fighting. There was no doubt that Emmett was showing off because he was aware I was watching. I couldn't help but praise Jasper for humouring him.

Shaking my head, I straightened the corner of the blanket I was lounging on and attempted to go back to reading but the sight of Emmett messing around and his hearty laugh distracted me.

Giving up, I placed the bookmark in my novel and set it to one side, all of my attention on the goofy man. Laughing to myself, I saw his face plant the dirt. Despite how big and strong he was, Jasper was trained in the art of combat which made watching them even more amusing.

Everything about Emmett was entrancing, my attention entirely on him when we were in the same room. I had tried my damned hardest all the time I'd known the family not to let on but Edward could hear my thoughts and Jasper could feel my emotions. I was insanely grateful the two hadn't said anything but I knew that couldn't last forever.

Booming laughter filled the area, the sound bouncing off the trees, as Jasper taunted his brother. My stomach fizzed at the sound, and a strange feeling worked into my throat but I swallowed it down.

My eyes caught how every so often Emmett would step into a stream of sunlight and any bare skin would erupt into an explosion of diamonds. Every time this happened, my breath caught in my throat, entranced by how gorgeous he looked. A deep blush crept up my chest and neck when he caught me watching and it could have only been for my benefit that he pulled off his shirt and slung it across the grass in my direction.

My blush quickly rose to cover my cheeks, emotions fluttering away which caught the empath's attention. Amusement glittered in his eyes as he shot me a playful grin. I shook my head, smiling back and switching my gaze back to his brother.

I couldn't help but gawp at him no. His pale skin rippled against his exposed muscles, the sun bouncing off his skin and contrasting greatly with his dark hair and Topaz eyes.

"Gorgeous isn't he?" My head snapped to my right, silent as Rosalie sat beside me.

"Oh I wasn't watching for that reason," I stuttered, shaking my head in a slight panic. "It's just funny watching them fight."

"You were," My eyes stayed fixed on her as she watched her husband. "You were watching for that reason." She stated, my heart rate rising as panic and guilt set in. "It's okay, I know he's gorgeous and so does he." She laughed softly, her eyes never leaving him.

"Okay, yeah, he is stunning," I admitted with a grin. "But you're all vampires so you can't really blame me now can you." I clasped my hands in my lap, a habit I had out of nervousness, worried she finally knew. Shifting my eyes back up, I noticed Jasper had slacked off fighting to help me handle my panic so I sent him a wave of gratitude to say thanks.

"I know," Rosalie's eyes finally stared into mine causing my heart to jump under her gaze. "I know you watch him, know you feel things for him you shouldn't. I even know you fantasise about him." Her voice dropped to a whisper, mostly for effect due to their enhanced hearing. "You imagine things that you think are disgusting because he's a happily married man and you're ashamed of yourself for it." I didn't dare to look up at her, scared to see the disgust and anger mar her beautiful features. "But I also know you think the same things about me."

Biting my lip, I clenched my fists in a shitty attempt to stay grounded and calm. I almost jumped as a soft, cold hand covered my own.

"It's okay Y/N, I don't mind that you have a thing for Emmett, or me for that matter." She squeezed my hand gently. " If I minded we wouldn't be having this conversation."

"I'm sorry Rosalie," I whispered, "I didn't want to upset anyone and I never would've made any advancements. I don't want to ruin anything."

"What if I told you that we've had our eyes on you too?" My eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she spoke. "What if I told you," She leant closer to me, her shoulder pressed against mine as she whispered in my ear. "That we want you just as much as you want us?" Swallowing hard, I forced my eyes to meet hers.

"Then I'd tell you that you're either crazy or stupid Rosalie." I shook my head, my heart dropping as I smiled at her cynically. "I'm human; breakable, fragile, slow and stupid compared to you guys. You don't want me, believe me."

"And I'd tell you that I'll make your life a living hell if you keep demeaning yourself like that." Her voice was hard and stern, eyes blazing with anger as she stared down at me. "If you weren't what we wanted then I wouldn't have brought it up. If it's not what you want then that's all you have to say and we'll never bring it back up again. But I want you to know that Emmett and I are more than willing to give this a go." Slender, cold fingers laced into my own, squeezing comfortingly and I returned the gesture with a smile.

"If you two want to try, I won't pretend I don't," I assured her, grinning as Emmett and Jasper crashed to the floor. I knew Emmett was listening in and this was confirmed when he bellowed out a cheer.

My own laughter mingled with Rosalie's as we watched him. Relief was overtaking my system much to jasper's relief and my chest bubbled with happiness and anticipation. The two men playfully shoved each other as they walked towards the house. Jasper broke off from his brother as Emmett swiped his shirt off the floor before making his way over to the blanketed sitting space.

"I hope you both had fun watching." He teased as he sauntered over to us, winking at me with his trademark grin. "I know I had fun listening in." I shook my head in embarrassment and amusement as he knelt before Rosalie and pulled her into a kiss.

My cheeks flushed as the two share their passionate moment, her hands wrapping around his neck whilst his rested on her hips. My gaze shifted away t let them have the moment, trying to ignore the popping candy feeling in my stomach.

My heart skipped in my chest as he pressed a sweet, gentle kiss on my cheek before settling on the blanket across from us. I couldn't help the onslaught of emotion as the three of us sat and began to talk about it with the occasional tease from Emmett about how obvious I was.

I couldn't help but think that maybe this was the start of the best thing to ever happen to me.

[wandaslittlelove]

Rosalie Hale

Dark ♞, Smut ❤️‍🔥, Fluff 🌸, Angst 💔

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