#( °✧｡ | memories — rosalie.

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With the release of From The Rehearsal Room - Tokyo to Ramin's youtube I finally, finally, continue and finish this side project I'm doing.

Initially, I used AI to mastered it because the first version I got from bilibili were not in good quality but I wasn't satisfied and I found the much better quality. But with Ramin uploaded it to youtube, I re did all the mastering just with audacity for both Part 1 and Part 2. The Part 2 is still from the better version I found from bilibili, by the way.

What you need to do is just download the file and put it on your music player. The metadata is all completed as if it's whole legit album. Enjoy, guys!!

And I'm being weird so all the lyrics that are put there are from my listening although I still use what I found online but I still listened and compared. They made few ad-libs and changes and I notice because for the songs that I wasn't familiar, the lyric that I found online and what they sang was slightly different. Perhaps they sing the newer version of the lyrics or mistakes? Even each Sheytoons songs they sing one in both parts differ from the ones I found online.

Another sample from my favorite:

Source and Credits Part 1 | Part 2 (Ramin's upload) Album cover Photos

Vocal & Guitar: Ramin Karimloo, Hadley Fraser Piano: Ryohei Mori

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how it was supposed to be...

rosalie hale

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[sivyera]

TWILIGHT characters as love tropes

ft. carlise, esme, emmet, rosalie, edward, jasper, alice, jacob, seth, leah, paul, charlie, bella

a/n: with songs to each character

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⤷ Carlisle Cullen - rich love

Carlisle is a very rich man which means he will spoil you a lot. Not only with expensive gifts but also with a lot of attention and affection.

Every time when he gets home from work, he welcomes you with a kiss and warm hug.

When he has a day off, he will cook with you (even tho he cannot eat it, it's just about the time he can spend with you) or you will lay on his lap with his hand stroking your hair and book in his other hand, reading to you.

Every Friday he will take you to a fancy restaurant and than for a slow walk around the nearest park.

On your birthday or on International Women's Day (or any other 'special' day) he will spoil you even more than on normal days. Expensive jewelry, perfumes, clothes, shoes,...

He will bring you flowers at least once every two weeks. And every July he will take you on vacation and you can choose where.

Lolita - Lana Del Rey

⤷ Esme Cullen - falling in love fast

Esme is such a kind soul so it's no surprise that you two fell in love with each other fast.

She will take you on a date every Saturday. Mostly coffee dates are her favourite. The two of you can talk for hours while drinking delicious coffee.

She will also enjoy baking with you (even tho she cannot eat/taste them)

She has many polaroids with you on them or with the both of you on them and has them hang in her closet or the small table beside her bed.

She loves when you paint her nails and massage her legs and she will always return the favor.

She loves sunny days but because she's a vampire and her skin sparkle on the sun, she cannot go out where people can see her, BUT she can go somewhere private like meadow or forest where you two can be alone and on the sun!

Sofia - Clairo

⤷ Emmett Cullen - he fell first and harder

Emmett was absolutely over the moon when you two started dating, because he knew from the start that you two are just meant to be.

He loves, loves, LOVES when you sit on his lap. He doesn't care if you are stroking his hair or doing make-up on him, he just want you in his lap, so he can embrace you with his big arms and muscular body.

He'll dance goofily around the bedroom with you to some catchy hip-hop songs he has found.

He loves cuddling with you especially when he can be the big spoon, because he likes how tiny you're compared to him.

Matching pyjamas and make polaroids in those pyjamas, which happens to be one of his favourite memory and polaroids.

He doesn't really like reading books but he always wants you to read to him, because he loves your voice.

She's Kinda Hot - 5 Seconds of Summer

⤷ Rosalie Cullen/Hale - you fell first but she fell harder

Rosalie has trust issues and trauma because of her past so she wouldn't fall in love easily nor fast, but trust me when she does fall in love; she loves hard.

She loves having spa day with you which includes face masks, painting nails, shared warm bath and much more.

She will take you to the mail shopping almost every day and will buy you everything you look at.

She doesn't like much PDA but she will hold your hand in public but if she gets jealous, she will show the person she's jealous off who you belong to.

She doesn't show it to others just you, but she loves cuddles. She loves when you lay next to her, face to face so she can see your beautiful face.

She's also very protective over you, so if any guy or a girl makes you feel uncomfortable (or unsafe), tell her and she will make sure they won't approach you ever again.

Prey - The Neighbourhood

⤷ Edward Cullen - first and only love

Edward waited so many years for you, but it was worth it because he finally got you.

He loves when you kiss his forehead even tho he has to lean down because of your height difference, it makes him feel safe. Still his favourite place to kiss you is on your lips.

Edward will write poets for you and about you on small piece of paper and then put them somewhere in your room where you will notice them like your closet or on your book, laptop, notebook, pillow,...and he will bring you your favorite flowers right after the previous ones he gave you have withered.

He will also write songs about you (or for you) and then play them to you on the piano. Which he absolutely loves because you sit right next to him and look at him with those beautiful eyes of yours full of love. Edward cannot read your mind but he can sure read your eyes, the small spark and the love in them when you look at him, he just loves it!

Loves cuddling with you, his favourite position is when you lay on his chest or when he's the big spoon, face to face or hugging you from behind.

He loves having deep talks with you and he'll tell you about his childhood or about the time he was born in.

Follow You - Imagine Dragons

⤷ Jasper Cullen/Hale - unconditional love

Jasper can be sometimes insecure just as much as Edward, they even have similar reasons... Jasper is afraid of him hurting you, he's afraid that he won't be able to control himself around you, but your words of affirmation and gently touch will calm him down.

Jasper doesn't talk much, he rather listens and he loves listens to you. It doesn't matter what you are talking about, he just loves your voice.

He will take you for a horse ride because he loved it back when he was a human and because he was a cowboy, but you two will have to share the horse because he wants your arms around him.

At first he was a bit scared of cuddling with you (again because of his control) but soon as your hand went to his hair, he melted. Both of you realized how touch starved he's so now cuddling is an everyday thing.

Jasper is a gentleman like Edward or Carlisle so he will also bring you flowers every even week.

He'll read to you to make you fall asleep, because his smooth voice is like a lullaby to you. But if Jasper feels that you are anxious, he will calm you down with his gift and than talk to you what made you anxious, eventually he will cuddle you.

R U Mine? - Artic Monkeys

⤷ Alice Cullen - any universe

Alice (because of her gift) always knew you were the one, her one and only true love. So when she first saw you, she couldn't help but babbling to her adoptive siblings all day how amazing you are and how she's already in love with you.

She'll go to the mail with you and make small fashion show with you in the cabins with all the cute outfits she found for you and you for her.

She's mostly the small spoon (sometimes she is the big spoon but depends on the situation) while cuddling because she loves when you hold her in your arms and stroke her back.

Outside, in front of other people, she will always hold your whole arm, not just palm.

If you have trouble falling asleep, she will gladly sing to you while stroking your hair.

She'll buy matching clothes, jewerly or nail polish, because she loves when you two match your outfits or other accesories.

i wanna be your girlfriend - girl in red

⤷ Jacob Black - whatever it takes

Jacob is willing to do anything and everything for you, his imprint. He will kill for you, he will die for you, he will do just everything.

Jacob can be sometimes insecure because he isn't that rich like the Cullens and he thinks you deserve someone who will treat you like a queen, so once again he's willing to prove you that he's worthy of your love.

He'll make you a small wolf and your favourite flower out of wood and attached it into a bracelet, which he will eventually give you to your birthday.

He's also a big cuddle bug, because he's so warm will make you comfortable enough to fall asleep. He's most of the time the big spoon because he feels like he's protecting you but he doesn't mind to be the little spoon. Cuddling also leaves his scent on you so every vampire or shape-shifter (wolf) can smell who you belong to.

He'll take you on motorcycle rides. Also he will drop you at your school on his motorcycle and then he will pick you up. Also he'll let you ride on his back while he's in his wolf form.

Jacob doesn't like fancy restaurants, he prefers his or your bed with some snacks and movies, cuddling of course!

Galway Girl - Ed Sheeran

⤷  Seth Clearwater - love at first sight

Seth hoped that he will met his imprint someday and he heard from the others how amazing the feeling is to imprint on someone, but no one really prepared him to him because when he first saw you, your beauty hit him like a brick. And he finally understood the feeling because all he could see was you...

Seth will make sure you are always in a good mood with him, either he could tell you some stupid joke or cheesy pick-up line.

He maybe look like a cute baby but don't let his cute face fool you because he won't hesitate to kill for you, so it makes him really protective over you.

In his wolf form he's like a big puppy but only to you and he loves giving you piggy back rides in his wolf form.

Cuddling really depends on his mood; if he's in good mood he will be the little spoon with his head placed on your lap; if he's in a bad mood (mostly when he's jealous) he'll be the big spoon to show others that he can protect you.

He loves baking with you but he's clueless so he will just stand there and watch you or mix some ingredients, often sneaks up a kiss on the cheek while baking.

Dandelions - Ruth B.

⤷  Leah Clearwater - enemies to lovers

At first Leah hated the fact that she actually had a imprint, so she would try to stay away from you as much as possible and when she couldn't; she would have some nasty comments towards you, but it hurt her as hell when she saw how sad she made you or worst insecure.

She tried hard to stay away from you but she failed, miserably. She needed you, she needed to be with you, so she will explain everything to you same as she would apologize for her acting.

Very protective of you, anyone could just try and test her patience.

At first she wouldn't want you to be near her while she was in her wolf form because she was much bigger and stronger so she was afraid that she could hurt you, but she became a sucker for scratches behind her ear.

Seth will often tease his big sister because she's really soft when it comes to you, which makes Leah give Seth few playful slaps.

When it comes to cuddling, Leah is the big spoon because she has the urge to protect you and being the big spoon makes her feel like she's protecting you in you sleep.

Running With The Wolves - AURORA

⤷  Paul Lahote - rough love

With the term 'rough love' i mean that Paul is passionate lover and is willing to do anything for his imprint, you.

Paul isn't very patient when it comes to people but you are an exception. Still he's aggressive when someone push his buttons but you are always here to drag him away and calm him down.

Just a single touch and Paul's full attention is on you. Which brings me to the fact that he turns into a puppy when you touch him, your touch is just to comforting.

He's the big spoon because he feels like he protects you and it makes his scent stay on you.

He can get jealous very easily, he trusts you but he doesn't trusts the others and he doesn't want any boys or girls too close to his imprint.

Loves everything you cook or bake and will always eat everything.

Overprotective, if any vampire even dare to touch you, he'll kill him.

Little Freak - Harry Styles

⤷ Charlie Swan - old love

Charlie is old school but still a huge gentleman.

He will bring you flowers every time you had a bad day and some chocolates when you had a good day to make it even better.

He loves watching old movies or crime/detective movies with you, with his arm around your shoulder.

When he has day off, you two will go on a picnic date which always ends up with you laying on his chest while he's telling you some stories from work.

Every time you bring him a lunch into his police office, he will welcome you with a warm, thankful smile and thank you with a kiss on your cheek.

He will protect you even more than before, when he finds out that there are vampires and werewolfs (shape-shifters).

Burning Love - Elvis Presley

⤷  Bella Swan - teenage love

Bella will be awkward and nervous when she first spoke to you, because you were just too beautiful to be real. But to her surprise she made you fall in love with her which made her so, so happy.

First attempts of trying to cuddle with her or just show her simple romantic affection were awkward because she was just to nervous, eventually she will warm up and feel more comfortable.

She find our that you touch calms her anxiety and nervousness so whenever she's nervous or anxious she will just hold your hand and squeeze it gently.

Charlie was very happy that his daughter found someone like you, which made Bella even more happy when she saw how you, the love of her life and her father get along.

Often having sleepovers at her house when Charlie has night shifts, which always leads to matching face masks and cuddles.

Kisses on the cheek are her favourite, because she can easily turn and give you small peck on your cheek and visa versa.

Electric Love - BØRNS 

[mochikofi]

Jasper Hale being your boyfriend

Boy let me tell you... This dude is a SIMP. He always wait for you after class and he always carry your things. He's basically your personal bodyguard and boyfriend.

He's not a fan of PDA that much but when you're both alone he will straight up hug you, but not too tight... He's afraid that he will hurt you.

He rarely gets jealous because he knows that your his soulmate but sometimes when boys gets touchy with you he will go to you and straight up say: "Darling, are they bothering you?" While glaring at them.

He knows that he will need to turn you into a vampire soon but he can't help but feel sad because he likes your eyes. But he doesn't have a choice so he's just enjoying the memories with you as a human.

Sometimes he sneaks in your room just because he misses you or when he's bored. He enjoys seeing your surprised face.

He decided that it's time for you to meet his family but he's kinda nervous lmao but in the end it worked out.

Esme LOVES you even when she just met you. She loves seeing your smile so she always finds a way to see you smile.

Carlisle just smiles at you and welcomes you in the family cuz he knows you're gonna get turned soon and He's glad that jasper finally have someone to love.

Alice, being the sweet girl she is hugs you and say "it's nice to finally meet you" and she keeps talking about fashions and how she loves your outfits.

Rosalie hated you at first but then warmed up to you and always hangs out with you. She always makes you sit in their table when it's lunch time. You're her favorite human and soon to be vampire.

Emmett was super excited to meet you, he wants to create chaos with you lmaooo. He always gives you stupid ideas to do with him, which leads to jasper saying: "No, not happening on my watch."

Edward and bella.. ehh their nice and welcomes you but their always lovely dovely with each other so you rarely interact with them, but you think their nice and they think you're nice too.

You always go to their house to hang out with them cuz who wouldn't want to be with them? Playing chess with edward, creating chaos with emmett, having fashion show with alice, cooking with esme, learning history with carlisle, having girl talks with rosalie, and cuddling with jasper.

You know who and what they are and you know you're gonna get turned into a vampire soon so you cherish all of your last moments with your human life.

And as soon as you turned into a vampire, jasper won't stay away from your side. He always admire you, staring at you like you're the only woman in his eyes.

When you're awake he calls Carlisle to help you control your thirst, and their actually shocked that you learned how to control it in a short time, but their proud of you especially emmett cuz.. chaos yk.

And having you as a vampire means he doesn't need to hold back. Kind of. But he can finally do things with you without holding himself back.

He always hunts with you to see how strong and fast you are. And he's not surprised you're stronger and faster now, it only made him fall inlove with you more.

Even if you're a vampire now, he still protects you and stay by your side. And again, he still carries your bag. But you won't complain, princess treatment is the best.

Edward is kind of annoyed cuz his mind is filled with you. Like literally every minute he thinks about you.

And when you both finally graduate, he plans on marrying you in like 3-4 months because yes he's been wanting to marry you.

And when you're both finally getting married he have the biggest smile on his handsome face. Makes you fall inlove with him more.

He literally can't wait so he straight up kissed you when it's just announcing lmaoooo.

But he's glad to finally have you in his life. He will protect you always and he will forever love you. Well, let's just say this is a "he fell first but she fell harder but he fell hardest." If hardest is even a word- but then again, it's cute.

movie masterlist. - navigation.

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the Cullens with a reader who can't show emotions and finally smiles after 10 years because of something cute the cullens did?

The Cullens when their SO finally smiles

I’m so terrible at making titles I’m sorry guys. Also for all of these scenarios I was envisioning that the reader is a vampire as well so do with that what you will

Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy!

Edward:

He turned you years ago now

And he’s known you for even longer than that

And for all those years, you have never outwardly shown your emotions

The most he gets from you is a furrow of the brows or a slight frown

It frustrated him a LOT at first

He just felt like he could never get through to you

But over the years of reading your mind and picking up on your other cues as to what you’re feeling, he’s learned to be okay

The two of you are sitting in one of your classes in school

Your Spanish teacher is currently talking about basic vocab for the upcoming unit

You two weren’t paying attention, choosing instead to just look at each other, when the teacher calls Edward’s name

“Mr. Cullen, mind telling me what this is called?” She points to the whiteboard that was currently displaying a picture of a shirt

“Camisa.”

“Wrong.”

“What?”

The look on Edward’s face was priceless, a mix between betrayal, mortification, and confusion

“This is a t-shirt, the word is camiseta. I suggest paying more attention next time.”

You wished you had gotten a picture of the snarl on his face

You couldn’t help the smile that formed on your lips as you giggled silently at Edward’s frustration

Instantly, all of his negative emotions were gone

You, the love of his life, the light of his world, the stone statue in his room, was smiling

He was in awe

He knew that he could never forget anything, his memory too perfect for that, but he still tried his best to commit your face to memory as best as he could

You noticed him staring and straightened your face out

He let it go until class was over, but as soon as the bell rang he grabbed you and pulled you into the hallway

“I always knew your face was capable of emotion”

“Nuh uh. My face is actually always permanently stuck like this”

“Liar”

Even if you never smile again, he can finally rest easy knowing what your gorgeous smile looks like

Even if it was at his expense

Alice:

She’s sort of used to not being able to pick up on emotions

Jasper’s always been more focused on not killing people, it’s not often that he’s comfortable enough to laugh

But then again, he shows discomfort on his face

You show nothing

Sure she was a little frustrated by it, but she got over it

Despite that, she loves you, and she loves everything about you

It’s not like this is a dealbreaker or anything

So life moves on

You were turned a couple of years ago by Carlisle, but you and Alice are only now getting married

You wanted to make sure that you could invite your human family without wanting to hurt them

And ten years was plenty time for that

You were currently standing back to back with Alice, the ends of her flowy dress were tickling your ankles

It was time for the first look, and you both were so excited

Carlisle and Esme stood nearby, Rosalie right in front of you two

“Okay, on the count of three, turn to look at each other. One, two, three”

You both whipped around

And before you stood the ethereal Alice

Dressed in a flowy dress with light purple accents, flowery clips in her short hair, and a huge smile on her face

She looked amazing

There were no words in your mind to describe her

So you just smiled

A big, toothy grin as you took in your future wife

You didn’t even get a chance to say anything before you were almost tackled to the ground by Alice

“This is the best wedding gift I could have asked for!!! I saw in a vision that you gave me an amazing gift but I didn’t get to see what it was! Thank you thank you thank you!”

“Alice I didn’t get you a gift?”

You were so confused

“Of course you did, silly. This right here.”

And with that she kissed you right on your smiling mouth

Jasper:

He’s sort of similar to you

Whenever he’s out in public, he’s too focused on not letting his urges take over

He doesn’t usually smile at jokes, frown at problems, or just generally emote

But when he’s home and away from temptation, he becomes more himself

Only, you don’t change

You’re the same stonefaced self you always are

It’s not too hard for him to deal with, he can feel your emotions

He knows when you’re happy, sad, angry, scared, everything

But of course, he has always wondered what your smile might look like

If he could sleep, he would dream about it

But he never pushes you

It’s a nice, October day

The trees are orange, yellow, and red. The air smells like honey and hot cocoa, and Jasper’s taking you to a horseback riding farm

He wanted to connect to his roots, and prove to you that he was capable of riding a horse at one point

You were both set up with your own horse

Yours was named Princess because she always carried herself with a certain pride

Jasper’s was called Toothache cause he likes to hit people in the jaw

He insisted on taking the difficult one, he claimed over and over that he would be okay

You and Princess were quick buddies, galloping around the pen with ease

Jasper was still trying to get within five feet of Toothache

He decided to try approaching from behind, seeing if the element of surprise would work

But all that got him was a hoof straight to the jaw

You couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of your throat, a quick, dry guffaw as you looked on in disbelief

Jasper was almost too preoccupied with his anger at the horse to notice, but he did

In an instant he was next to you, staring deeply into your face which was now lit up with laughter

“Horse be damned, we’re goin home, sugar”

He cuddled you the rest of the night

Rosalie:

She was and is very frustrated at your lack of emotion

She’s not asking you to smile 24/7

But once would be nice

The two of you were out and about

Carlisle needed some more supplies for his home clinic, but his schedule for the week wouldn’t allow him to go get them himself

So he wrote a list for whichever one of his kids wanted to go get them for him

You wanted to do it, and since Rosalie loves you, she decided to go to

That’s how you ended up standing under the awning of a RiteAid as the rain beat harshly against the ground

Originally, you guys were going to wait until the rain stopped to run out to Rosalie’s car

But it’s been 7 minutes (not that you were counting) and it only kept pouring

“Do you want to make a run for it?” You asked

“And get my hair wet? No thanks. We can wait, unless you’re in a rush?”

“No I’m good”

And so you kept waiting

As you were standing there, a car veered into the wet parking lot, tires squealing as it turned the sharp corners

It whipped past the front of the store… and splashed a huge puddle onto you and Rosalie

You stood there shocked for a moment, vaguely registering your newly wet socks, when you heard Rose shriek next to you

“I’m gonna kill that fucking asshole!”

Cue a complete meltdown

She’s yelling about the manner in which she will stalk him, slowly make him paranoid, skin him, and then leave his body for his family to find

All while looking like a wet rat

You can’t help but have a goofy smile on your face, your beautiful wife ranting angrily about some stupid teenager

“Are you laughing at me? I swear to god I’ll skin you too. This is unbelievable!”

Once she’s calmed down later she can’t believe that she missed a once in a lifetime opportunity because she was so angry

A couple kisses should calm her down though

Emmett:

He prides himself on being a pretty funny guy

He cracks jokes all the time

I mean, his speech at Bella and Edward’s wedding was full of jokes and innuendos

His ego gets a little bruised every time you don’t laugh at one of his jokes

He knows that you don’t laugh at anything, but still

He would LOVE to be the exception

But 10+ years and he’s started to lose hope about that

That doesn’t stop him from trying though

You two were walking in the mall, hopping from store to store as you bought everything and Emmett carried it all

Across the aisle, you see two people, a guy and a girl

The guy was wearing one of those alpha wolf t-shirts, the words “mess with the alpha, you get the roar” printed boldly on the back

The girl was wearing galaxy leggings, a shirt with a potato on it, and a cat ear headband

The guy took his fedora off of his head, holding it up so that it covered both his and his girlfriend’s faces while they kissed- for far too long, you might add

As you were standing in complete awe at the sight in front of you, you felt Emmett lean close to your ear

“Don’t wowwy kitten, daddy wiww pwotect you”

You lost it

You let out a loud laugh followed by giggles, doubling over as you clutched your middle

Now it was Emmett’s turn to stand there in shock

“Out of all of the carefully planned out, methodical jokes, pranks, and everything else, you laugh at a Daddy’s Kitten joke?????”

He doesn’t know whether to be happy or angry

Esme:

Again, she’s a little upset that you don’t show how you feel

Mostly she’s just worried that you’re gonna end up being emotionally constipated like Pre-Bella Edward

She does not want to deal with that again

Over the years, she’s gotten both more relaxed and more concerned

More relaxed because she’s come to realize that that’s just how you are

More concerned because you would really think that your SO would show some kind of emotion over the span of so many years

But whatever

She tries not to worry too much

Esme had recently joined a local book club with some of the other moms in their newest town

She loved her little group of friends, it gave her an excuse to leave the house

One of the girls had a birthday coming up, and Esme decided to bake her a cake

You’re sitting at the kitchen island, soft music playing from the radio as Esme floats around the room

All of the ingredients litter the counters, looking out of place in the normally empty kitchen

She’s humming as she’s whisking the eggs and milk together

You’re content just to watch her, making occasional small-talk in between phases of her concentrating

Hours later, it’s finally done

Nothing too extravagant, a chocolate cake with chocolate frosting and delicate lettering of the woman’s name on top

Esme’s standing behind her creation with a huge smile on her face, pride obvious in her expression

Only she’s got something else on her face too

A little smear of the chocolate frosting right above her chin

You walk over to her, grabbing her face in your hands

She’s beaming at you, and you can’t help the small smile that makes its way onto your face as you wipe off the frosting

She stares at you for a moment with her mouth open, before she shoots you a loving gaze

“This suits you, darling, you should do it more”

And she kisses that smile right off

Carlisle:

He’s probably the least concerned

He’s met many people over his many years of life

No two people are exactly the same, and some people are really different

You don’t show emotion, that just makes you unique, it makes you you

So he’s not too worried

He questioned you briefly while you were still alive if you had depression or something like that

But after you said no, he let it up

Carlisle is sitting at his home desk, writing some papers for the clinic

He’s stressed, very visibly so

And you know exactly why

A new patient came in not too long ago, a young girl who he told you reminds him a lot of this girl he used to babysit when he was still alive

She’s incredibly ill and no one can figure out why

All of the tests show mixed results, the only concrete knowledge they have is that she’s dying

The dark circles under his eyes are prominent

He hasn’t gone hunting since the girl arrived by ambulance one night over two weeks ago

And before that he hadn’t hunted in a while

His skin is greying, his motions are visibly slower, his reactions more delayed

Even at this state, he’s in better condition than most humans, but this is not the man you know

Which is why you’re here with him

You’ve been trying to convince him to go hunting for a while, to just take a break and rest, but he won’t listen

So you’ve resorted to just hanging out with him

It’s better than nothing after all

But as you look over his shoulder to see what he’s writing, you find that you can’t make anything out

Various letters of English words are mixed in with Greek and Chinese characters, accent marks hover over letters, and the punctuation is all messed up

“Carlisle… is that a new language you made up?”

He stops for a second, sets his pen down, and really looks at what he’s been writing for the last 10 minutes

And then he just starts laughing

And you can’t help but smile too

“Are you finally gonna admit defeat and come relax for a little bit?”

He spins around to face you, fully taking in the smile on your face, before rising to place a kiss on your forehead

“Fine, let’s go cuddle”

Vampire! Bella:

She thinks you’re freaky

She’s always been a bad liar, so she can’t hold back reactions even if she wanted to

You can’t seem to react even if you wanted to

She thinks it’s so weird

She’s tried her hardest over the years to get something-anything out of you, but nada

She’s sort of given up by now

You two are out hunting

She insisted on running all the way to New Mexico to find a cougar, so off you went

You’re running through the trees, dodging branches and leaping over roots as you both follow on the tail of your prey

“Go that way, I’ll go this way, and we’ll trap it”

“Got it” you said, and veered off to the right

You managed to come up on the side of the cougar, pouncing on it and taking it down after a bit of a struggle

Only, you noticed Bella was nowhere to be seen

You left your now dead food behind to go searching for her

All it took was one call of her name for you to hear a response… very very far away

“Where the hell are you?”

“Down here!”

You looked down over the cliff’s edge to see Bella at the bottom

Dirt on her face, twigs in her hair, and her high heeled boots broken

You couldn’t help but laugh

“Really? That’s what it takes you fucking asshole? Me falling off a cliff? Oh, you’re so dead when I get up there!”

So naturally you make a run for it

[halesinger]

⟡ 𝔱𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰 when you give them fuck me eyes

✦ jasper can definitely tell when you’re in the mood, since he’s very in tune with emotions. if you give him the eyes? he’s already dragging you away to a different room.

✦ alice is always one step ahead. if you’re in the mood, she is too. she’ll make up a very believable excuse so you two can have some fun time. ;)

✦ it would take rosalie a second to understand what you want, but as soon as she does, she is pulling you away - with or without an excuse.

✦ emmett is very oblivious. you would have to straight up tell him what you want. he would be so cute about it though, probably giving a small smile and a quick peck on the cheek, before taking you away.

✦ edward is an awkward old man. he would most definitely not know what to do if you gave him the eyes. he would probably make up an excuse so you two wouldn’t have fun time.

↳ ahh i accidentally deleted this and had to rewrite it from memory :( also i added more characters bc this one is super short lol

⟡ likes and reblogs are appreciated !!

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9. Captured // Alexia Putellas x Original character pt. 9

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8

synopsis: Rosalie has never stayed somewhere too long. When the opportunity of a lifetime presents itself at critical moment in her life, the photographer decides to once again leave behind what she knows and joins the staff of Europe's best football team.

Word count: 6,3k

Warnings: 18+ Smut

Alexia Putellas is a creature of habit. Every day at seven, she would be dressed and taking Nala for a small walk before eating breakfast and leaving for training. Even when she was out of town for games or training camp, she would be up and pacing in her room until it was time to go down to breakfast. 

But this morning was different. It was the sun shining bright and illuminating the room which pulled her from her slumber. Her body was still heavy with sleep as she attempted to rise from the very comfortable yet unfamiliar bed, but her efforts were cut short by an arm snaking around her waist and pulling her deeper in the covers. 

Rosalie was still fast asleep. Her hair was all over her pillow and the sheets were sitting at her lower back, which allowed the footballer a clear view of the curious tattoo snaking down her spine.  

 Alexia smiled at the sight, not quite yet processing the fact that she had finally made a move on the French-Canadian. A lot of questions and insecurities were still coursing through her mind but she willed them away for now, deciding to enjoy this peaceful moment.

Her eyes scanned the room. The walls were painted white and harboured many gold picture frames. All the images were in black and white and showed what Alexia guessed were some of Rosalie’s favourite shots. The decorations were simple, with a dark green, gold and dark wood theme. It was cozy and warm, which matched the brunette’s overall energy. 

Rosalie shifted in her sleep, turning around with her back facing the blond. The strange line caught yet again Alexia’s attention. She could not help but trace the pattern with her slender fingers, her touch light as a feather. 

“It’s the map of a hiking trail from back home.” A small sleepy voice said. 

“I am sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up.” Alexia said, her fingers not leaving the smooth skin of her back. 

“You didn’t, I was just resting.” She said, turning her head to smile at the beautiful woman in her bed. 

“This path was like a little sanctuary for me. It ends at the foot of a small waterfall where you can swim. The water is freezing though.” She said, shivering half because of the memory, and half because of the feeling of cold fingers tracing her skin. 

“It’s very beautiful,” She smiled at the compliment and turned fully towards the captain. Alexia’s gaze shifted from her face to her body which had only the bottom half hidden by the covers. 

Rosalie smirked, “ Do you see something you like capitaine?”

Alexia blushed furiously and averted her eyes, only to feel a hand on her cheek pull her back in. “Oh Alexia, you are allowed to look.”

The declaration only made the blond blush worsened, but it didn’t keep her from leaning down to capture the photographer’s lips. “que suerte tengo”

Rosalie snaked her arms around the footballer’s shoulders and dragged her back down with her, without separating her lips from hers. The weight of the blond felt divine. Her hands lazily roamed over warm skin. They stayed like this for a moment, limbs tangled in the sheets until Rosalie moved suddenly. 

“What about Nala? Don’t you have to go take her out?” She asked, looking worried. 

“It’s ok, she’s with my sister. She’ll stay over there for national camp.” Alexia answered, her lips moving down the column of the brunette’s neck. 

“When are you leaving for Madrid?”

“Tomorrow night.” Alexia said, while her hands trailed down to caress the skin of her inner thighs, making Rosalie’s breath hitch.

“Alexia..”The photographer whispered breathlessly. 

“Si? Que quieres hermosa.” Her fingers were lingering dangerously close to her center. 

“We should probably get up.” The photographer said, not sounding the slightest sincere. Alexia simply hummed as her fingers made contact with her slick center. She spread her lips, gathering her arousal and started circling her clit. 

Rosalie grabbed her shoulders and buried her face in the blond’s neck, muffling the sound of her soft moans. 

Alexia kept her rhythm slow, working up the photographer before slipping her fingers inside. Rosalie’s grip tightened around her shoulders. She didn’t even need to say anything to the blond, who added a finger when she felt the brunette needed more. 

The coil was rapidly tightening inside Rosalie who wondered just how hard it would be to start her day when she had this beautiful woman in her bed. 

Her climax washed over her as she bit down on Alexia’s shoulder. She was left limp on the bed as waves of pleasure still travelled down her body. 

“Are you ok Rosalia?” The blond asked teasingly. 

“Oui, oui… just a minute please” she said, her eyes closing on their own accord. 

When the photographer came to, she was still in bed, but this time, Alexia was not laying at her side. A wave of sadness came over the brunette. Nothing had been said about what their situation currently was but, she couldn’t help but have some hope that this was not a one time thing. 

She slipped on an oversized t-shirt and underwear and stepped out her bedroom, only to be greeted by the smell of fresh coffee and what she guessed were crêpe. 

Alexia was in her kitchen, wearing what the brunette recognized as her old college t-shirt and training shorts that were very short on the taller woman’s frame. Rosalie took a seat at the kitchen island and watched the midfielder cook for a moment before deciding to make her presence known. 

Alexia spun rapidly around, but smiled as soon as she saw the smaller woman sitting in front of her. 

“Bon dia, Rosalia. Did you sleep good?” She asked, putting a cup of coffee in front of the brunette. 

“Very much so, you?”

“ Me too.” They stayed silent for a while, with Alexia focusing on the food while Rosalie was lost in her thoughts. Sure the blond had not left, hell she was making them breakfast, dressed in her clothes, so by all means, this meant more than just a hookup. 

That knowledge alone seemed to satisfy the brunette. “You are packed already, si” Alexia asked, motioning to the bags laying by the door with her spatula. 

“Yes, you know how I get when it comes to travelling.”  Alexia laughed at the comment as she started to plate their food. 

Rosalie was quite impressed with her cooking skills, especially since the blond had never made this dish before. They spoke about everything and nothing, simply enjoying each other’s company. They both felt the elephant in the room, the fact that they would both leave for at least two weeks, leaving this situation un-discussed. 

“What are you planning to do today?”Alexia asked after a moment. 

“I was going for a run then most likely working on some side projects.” The photographer said, putting away the dirty dishes. “What about you?” 

“I have to pack my bags and Alba is coming over later.” Alexia said, sounding a little exasperated by the fact that her sister would surely be pestering her for details of her night. “When will you be back?” She asked in a small voice. 

“In about two weeks, maybe a little longer, I’m staying a few days with Leah” 

Alexia stiffened slightly at the mention of the English captain, but Rosalie could not decipher if it was a question of rivalry or something else. 

“Si, Lucia mentioned it.” Alexia said, walking around the kitchen island only to cage the brunette between the counter and her. 

“You text me when you land, si?” She asked with a worried expression. 

“Oui, yes I will.” She captured the captain’s lips for a sweet kiss in which the blind melted. 

They finished picking up and Rosalie gave Alexia a pair of team issued track pants. The blond left soon after, much to the photographer’s disappointment. She did end up going out for a run, but sadly did not make it to her desired distance due to a certain soreness she could only blame on the midfielder. 

She was up at four the next morning. A mix of anxiety and febrility had prevented her from getting a proper night of sleep and now, she was out running again, like every morning before a flight. When the English couple showed up at her door, the photographer had already showered and was pacing her apartment. 

When they saw her, the couple mutually decided that teasing the brunette about the other night was not the best idea since she looked like she could snap at any given opportunity. 

Shortly after they reached the airport, Rosalie’s phone chimed. The message that pulled up on her screen was the cause of her first smile since the morning. 

La Reina - Have a good flight. You’re gonna be fine.

This message, as simple as it was, served as a reminder of the night the photographer had spent with the captain. The flashbacks which would randomly appear in her mind succeeded in keeping the woman busy during the short plane ride that separated them from Portugal. 

She had never been in this country before and was excited to walk around and capture what Lisbon had to offer. She sent a message to Alexia telling her she had landed safely before following the rest of the girls towards their transport. 

The drive to the hotel was short and filled with excited chatter. It had been a while since she had seen the lionesses and she was buzzing at the thought of seeing her best friend again. 

As soon as the bus stopped at the front of the hotel, they were called to the conference room where the rest of the team and staff were already gathered. 

Seeing as the briefing was about to start, Rosalie made a beeline to the rest of the media team, instantly recognizing the familiar faces with whom she had worked with for years. 

The players and coaching staff were gathered on one side while the rest of the media and administrators were on the other. The meeting was short, with the head coach welcoming everyone and explaining the schedule of the following two weeks. Then the head of each department gave a few words and scheduled some meetings to give out the details of each team’s missions. 

Timing was simply not on her side, since the media team was meeting right after in a different conference room, preventing the Canadian from seeing her friends. It wasn’t until much later, when Rosalie was prepping her camera for the first training session, that arms wrapped themselves around her from behind. She knew right away who they belonged to, and she spun around to properly hug the blonde captain. 

“I’ve missed you Frenchy.” Leah whispered, her head still buried in the brunette's neck. 

“Me too Williamson“

“Movie night tonight, your room cause it’s cozier, we’ll be there at 18h” Leah said as she sped back down the tunnel to the pitch. It was a tradition for the little group. Every camp, on the first night, they would all meet in one of the girls' hotel rooms and catch up while “watching” a movie. 

Rosalie smiled and shook her head at the blonde’s antics and made her way to the field. The practice went well, with most of the girls messing around in front of the camera, the first training always lighter than the rest of the program. 

As soon as it was over, Rosalie was swarmed by the rest of the girls who were trying to hug the photographer and rub their sweat on to her. 

“Non non non I have equipment on me don’t touch me!” She yelled while backing away from Beth Mead who was stalking towards the brunette with a devilish grin. Unbeknownst to her, Rachel Daly was behind her and trapped her in her arms. 

“Eh merdre vous êtes dégoûtante! Lâchez-moi bande de pestes!” She yelled, laughing while Rachel lifted her off the grass and took off with her. 

“Ok enough!” Lucy said, smiling at the two girls. “Careful Daly, she gets nasty when she switches to French.” 

It was agreed that the girls would be heading to their rooms to shower and get ready and they would all get room service delivered to Rosalie’s room and eat together. When she finally opened the door to her room, Rosalie felt a wave of tiredness wash over her. She took the few steps that separated her from her bed and flopped down on it. 

A rather harsh series of knocks jolted the brunette awake. The poor girl had completely lost track of time and checked her watch , only to realize that she only had twenty minutes before the girls would arrive. 

She silently thanked whoever was at her door For the interruption and opened it to reveal Leah in her lioness tracksuit and sporting her signature raised eyebrow. “You were sleeping, weren’t you?”

“Look that awful?” The French-Canadian said, stepping aside to let the captain in. 

“Like you got trampled yeah“ She said, walking around the room and grabbing her shower bag from her luggage. “You go shower, I’ll put away your stuff.”

When the photographer emerged from the bathroom, she found the blonde English woman sprawled out on her bed, with her phone in hand. “I take it all is well between the queen of football and you.” she said with a smirk. Rosalie lunged at her trying to pry her phone from her hands but the footballer was faster. 

“Bonita hm? I did not know you guys were at the pet name stage just yet.” 

“Give it back already!”

“Not before you tell me exactly what happened since the team bonding night.” Leah said, sitting on the brunette’s phone so she could not reach it. Rosalie was about to cave in and start spilling when voices followed by rapid knocks resonated in the room. Rosalie smiled as she walked to the door.

“Don’t think this is over darling.” Leah said, standing up to greet her teammates. 

It took a grand total of three days for Leah to finally catch the photographer alone again. Three days of watching from afar as the brunette kept smiling at her phone and texting while never divulging who was on the other end. Some of the girls had tried to know, Beth Mead being the most insistent. But the Canadian stayed secretive, avoiding the subject like the plague. 

It was getting late and the sun was slowly setting when she did find her, the brunette was laying on an outdoor chair with her computer, visibly working hard on something. Her hair was up in a messy bun and her glasses were perched on the brink of her nose. She was wearing an oversized Barcelona hoodie that looked like it swallowed her whole. Leah stopped for a second and snapped a picture, before making her way to the empty seat next to her.

“What are you working on Frenchy?”

“Do you remember that project I told you about? Well, I asked someone from the media team to make an announcement to ask people to submit pictures of them taken during games. I want to have a part of the expo where fans can share their own memories and what it means to them.” Rosalie said, her eyes not leaving the screen in front of her. 

The blonde smiled at her friend and stayed silent for a moment. This night was so similar to the countless ones they had spent on her balcony with her reading or studying games while the other was editing pictures. Leah would be lying if she said she didn’t miss these quiet nights, but also understood why the Canadian had to move away, and was glad to see her start to be happy again. 

Sha had had doubts when Lia had proposed that she come spend a few days in London with them and the rest of the Arsenal girls. She didn’t want to see her friend affected by a certain Irish footballer. 

She did trust the photographer’s judgement. If she said she’d be fine, she had to trust her. But she couldn’t help but be protective. 

It was that protectiveness that fuelled the English woman’s curiosity.  “Are you gonna make me ask again or are you finally gonna tell me.”

Rosalie stopped typing. She had hoped that the blonde would have forgotten, but she knew that it was very unlikely. “What do you want me to say? It was just a night out with the team.” She said, knowing that Leah had smelled her bullshit from a mile away. The look she sent her was confirmation enough. 

“Ok, I danced with some of the girls.”

Leah stayed silent, watching her friend, waiting for the brunette to unfold the true events of that night. 

“What?”

“Continue.” Leah said, her expression unchanged. 

“We were dancing pretty close..” Leah’s eyebrow shot up. 

“No no it’s not that. She was trying to get a reaction… and she did.” Leah straightened In her chair. The simple fact that her friend was so hesitant in telling her meant that things did happen during that night. 

“Rosalie Montmorency I swear to god if you don’t start making sense soon..” Leah did not have time to finish her threats that Rosalie blurred out a series of rapid sentences. Unfortunately for the brunette, Leah had heard enough to be able to piece everything together. 

“She dragged you in the bathroom and y’all finished the job at your place.” 

“How did you..”

“I’m an expert in French accented nonsense.”

“Va te faire foutre”

“I have Lia for that thank’s very much mate.” Rosalie laughed at her response. “Back to what really matters now. Is she serious about this Rosie?”

“I don’t know.” She said, her gaze fixed on the skyline. “Honestly, I don’t need to for now. It feels good. That’s what matters right now. I know it won’t be a one time thing that’s for sure.”

“Don’t let yourself be someone else’s secret Frenchy.” They stayed silent for a long while. Rosalie working on her project and Leah simply enjoying the calm of the night air.

 For the remainning few days, Leah helped the photographer get out of the none stop questions by changing the subject or draghing the brunette away when the girls got too intense. That, was a luxury Alexia could not afford, since half of the national team, also her club teammates, had seen her drag the photographer outside and disappeared for the rest of the night. 

Without much surprise, as soon as Jenni and Misa had caught wind of it, she became the target of unrelenting teasing and questionings. Rooming alone had become a blessing since the short amount of free time she had could be spent in the quiet of her hotel room. 

Or she thought. She should have known better. Jenni, who had transferred in Mexico, had watched from afar the social media slip up the captain and photographer had been victim of and had seen the small video with something the public does not have. She knew the midfielder. This was not a simple, playful interaction. Alexia was not like that with people she met not too long ago. 

Irene had also shared how she had reacted when the story was posted, which showed just how much the blonde really cared. So it was with all this in mind that the striker had showed up at Alexia’s door one night and demanded she tell every little detail possible. 

As reticent as the blonde was, she was still, in a way, glad to be able to talk about that night, since she had not seen Mapi before leaving for camp. Jenni knew everything, while Misa, Laia and Mariona knew only the brunt of it. 

Alexia could not be more glad to step into the familiarity of her apartment. She was tired, and her ears still buzzed from the incessant chatter and bickering. Her apartment was dark and still. Nala was still at her sister’s place due to the late hour of her arrival and the absence of the sound of her excited little paws made the space feel cold and empty. 

She dropped her bags in her bedroom and opened her phone. Rosalie must’ve landed in London by now, and her suspicions were confirmed when a notification grabbed her attention. They had not talked much about her stay in London. She knew that she would see the girls from Arsenal, which meant that she would be seeing McCabe. The simple thought made Alexia’s blood boil. Her own reaction surprised her and she shook her head in a vain attempt to get her out of her head.

The blonde unpacked her suitcases and tried to do some chores around the flat to occupy her mind, but her eyes kept drifting  to the clock in her living room. Barcelona was an hour ahead of London. She had a good chance of finding the French-Canadian awake. Without much thinking, the footballer grabbed her phone on the counter and opened the photographer’s contact, but instead of clicking  on messaging, her finger drifted up to reach the call button. 

There was no time for the midfielder to reconsider, because after two tones, the tired voice of the brunette resonated in her kitchen. “Allo? Alexia? Are you alright?”

Rosalie was getting ready for bed. Her skin was still red from the boiling shower she had just stepped out of. It wasn’t in her habit to stay up so late, but the flight and the anxiousness of being back here had come with a lot more strength than she had anticipated. She had felt the need to go out for a run in hopes of exhausting herself enough for a good night of sleep. 

Seeing Alexia’s contact name and picture light up her screen had been a surprise, but a welcomed one. The line stayed silent for a second. Alexia had not exactly planned what she would say. Hell, she didn't even know why she had called in the first place. 

“Hola Rosalia.” The nickname made the brunette blush, and she was glad the captain could not see her face right now. “ Si I am alright. How are you?”

“I’m ok, mostly tired from the trip.”

“You went running, si?” The blonde asked in a disapproving tone.

“How did you…”

“I pay attention Rosalia, especially when it comes to you.” The revelation stunned the brunette who stayed silent, speechless. “ I should let you rest.”

“Non, no please. It’s nice to hear your voice.” 

“Ok, Where are you?”

“At Leah’s place, she has a guest room.”

“Ah, England captain hm.” Her tone was curt, almost as if the blonde wasn’t a big fan of the defender.  Rosalie chuckled.

“Yes, her and her girlfriend are close friends of mine.” 

“ Ah, Lia Walti si? Or is it just a rumor?” Alexia asked, her voice a little lighter than before.

“Just between us, it's true. But they are very private about all this so please don’t say anything.” The brunette said.

“No, do not worry, I understand.” Alexia said, making her way to the bedroom where she let herself fall on her bed. “When will you be back?” 

“Is La Reina missing me?” Rosalie said in a playful tone. Alexia could feel her face heat up at the comment. The photographer was right, but there was no way the footballer would admit it. 

“I was just wondering that is all.” Alexia covered her face with her hand, cringing at her horrible attempt to sound casual. “I better let you sleep, You probably have a big day ahead tomorrow.”

Rosalie hummed softly. She would love to keep talking to the blonde but her eyes felt more and more heavy and sleep was harder to fight off as the minutes passed. “Thank you for calling me Ale.” She said in a small sleepy voice.

“Thank you for answering. Bona nit, preciosa.” The tone signaling the end of the call was heard before Rosalie could even register what the Catalan had just said. She dropped her phone on the night stand and fell asleep a few moments later, with a smile still apparent on her lips. 

The next morning was chaotic to say the least. She was woken up by a very grumpy English woman who decided that throwing a granola bar at the photographer’s face was absolutely the best type of wake up. When she groaned in annoyance, the brunette was only met with “ Should’ve gone to sleep instead of chatting with La reina.” and another granola bar hurled her way. 

Lia, who was decidedly more chipper than her girlfriend, was waiting in the living room, already dressed for training with two to-go cups of coffee in hand. She handed one to the photographer with an apologetic smile. It had been agreed that Rosalie would come with them during practice and would have access to the gym and facilities while the team was out on the field. Then, Beth, Viv, Victoria, Steph and the LW’s would all go for a coffee together. 

It seemed like a simple plan, nothing too fancy, nothing stressful. But on the car ride to the training ground, Rosalie could feel the steady build up of anxiety. She was happy to visit her old stomping ground and see the people she had worked with for two years, but she also dreaded seeing some others. The brunette did not have more time to prepare herself because Leah pulled up at her parking space and her door had already swung open. A second later, her own door was opened and a hand was dragging her out of the safety of the car. 

“ You listen to me very carefully now, Frenchy.” she said with a serious, almost scary look in her eyes. Lia had walked a few steps ahead, giving the two women the privacy they needed. “ If she so much as looks at you the wrong way, or tries to talk to you, you let me know, got it?”

“I can take care of myself.”

“You do that, and I’ll take care of her.” Leah said, turning around and motioning to the photographer to follow. 

The girls were already all on the field when the trio arrived. Rosalie had not realized that they had arrived later, most likely to prevent the photographer from being attacked by a bunch of eager footballers in the locker room before practice. As caring as the intention had been, the very same reaction happened, but simply not in the confined space of the locker rooms. For the occasion Rosalie had borrowed an Arsenal track vest, to try and blend in better, but the photographer still stuck out like a sore thumb on the field. 

The first to reach her side was Beth, who jumped in her arms despite seeing her two days ago, followed closely by Victoria Pelova, who reacted in a similar fashion. Viv and Steph arrived side by side, greeting the photographer with a warm hug and soon enough, the whole team huddled around their old photographer and friend. 

Rosalie was too busy meeting the new signings from the summer transfers, that she didn’t see who was hovering at the periphery of the circle. No one had told Katie she was coming. Seeing the brunette walk on the pitch, being surrounded by her whole team, seeing that smile stretched so wide on her delicate face, it brought back something she had not felt in a while. A voice pulled her out of her thoughts. 

“Don’t you even think about it.” It was Steph.

“ I’m not.”

“Tell that to your face.”She finally ripped her gaze from the brunette to look at the Australian beside her. “You made choices. And surprisingly, It all went great for you. You’ ve got a girlfriend that loves you, friends and teammates that forgave you and supported you.” Steph’ s eyes shifted to the brunette who had started to pass the ball with Beth and Viv while they all waited for practice to start. “ She left because staying here was too much, and she’s just started to be happy again. So McCabe please, leave her be.”

The gym had not changed since the last time she had set foot in it. It was smaller than the Barça one, she noted,  as she took place at the farthest squat rack. Time flew by quickly, so much so, that the Canadian did not realise that someone had been tasked to come get her, and was now standing next to her on the treadmill. She was startled and her steps faltered, which would have sent her flying off if strong hands had not stabilized her. “ Hey merde Miedema! You almost ended me there.”

“I’m sorry Rosie,” She said with an apologetic smile. “ We’re all done though. We’ll go shower at home and meet for coffee after.” She said, picking up the photographer’s things. They walked down to the parking lot together, without much being said. They did not need to talk, they both understood that much could be learned in the quiet stillness. It had always been like this with Viv, and the brunette loved it. 

They all met at the coffee shop which used to be their weekly meeting spot. It was small, and hidden in a small pedestrian street. The atmosphere was light and happy. Beth and Viv had brought their new puppy and Steph had brought her dog as well. 

It truly was like she had never left. The conversations were flowing. They explained to her the latest gossip among the team, skillfully skimming over a certain defender. Rosalie got to talk about her new life in Barcelona and the smile that was plastered on her face spoke volumes on how happy the brunette was. 

They moved to the park where the puppies got to burn their pent up energy, which made for very interesting pictures that would surely make it to the photographer’s instagram later. 

«Ok we’ve all waited long enough.” Beth said as they all watched the dogs roll around in the grass. “Alexia Putellas, what’s happening?”

Rosalie heard the facepalm from Leah and laughed as she turned towards the blonde. “The social media person thought it’d be funny to use our friendship to get views.” Rosalie said. She had had time to think of an answer to give her curious friends. “There’s nothing more between us, she’s just a friend.”

If the girls had noticed the light blush on her cheeks, they didn’t say anything. It was agreed that tomorrow night, they would all go out to the team’s favourite bar like they all used to. 

The next day, the team had training and other media obligations that would most likely take all day, leaving the photographer to go out for a run in her old neighborhood. She had brought in her vest a small film camera and stopped at multiple spots to capture what used to be her home. She ended up staying out for a good three hours and came back just in time to start supper.

The pub was cozy, with colourful fairy lights on the ceiling and old worn out furniture that gave the space an authentic vibe. Several tv’s were hung on the walls and showed a rugby match with teams the brunette had never seen before. The pub was busy enough with people clearly here for the game and others just enjoying a pint with friends. A few of the girls had already arrived and had settled on the large table at the back, engaged in deep conversation. 

It was easy to go out with the arsenal girls. They were not a rowdy bunch and there was no language barrier keeping her from having to concentrate to keep track of conversation. It was familiar and Rosalie realized that she needed this after being away and adjusting non-stop to a completely different environment. 

She was in the middle of arguing with Beth and Victoria over something completely frivolous, when the table fell silent and all eyes focused on the people who had just crossed the threshold. 

Most of the girls knew not to invite her, so Leah was clueless as to how the Irish woman had known they were all gathering tonight. But upon seeing the guilty face of the new girls, she realized that one of them probably wasn’t aware of the history between the photographer and the Irish woman. Thankfully the last chair available was at the far end of the table, next to Kyra and Russo. 

Rosalie tensed as soon as she heard the thick accent. She tried hard to tune out the sound of her voice, but her ears were so used to seeking out her voice, it was like she could not escape it. Slowly, the brunette grew more and more uncomfortable, and it was clear to all who surrounded her, so it wasn’t a surprise when finally, the French-Canadian excused herself to get some air. 

Fall was slowly creeping in, the wind picking up and stinging Rosalie's cheeks leaving them rosy and cold. She could hear the muffled sound of cheering from the sidewalk, another try from the home team no doubt. She heard the door open and someone stepping out, but she stayed still, not bothering to turn around. It was probably one of her friends making sure she was already anyway. 

“Still not a big fan of crowds?” The speed at which the Rosalie tuned would have given whiplash to anyone. 

“You don’t get to come out here.” It was a tone Katie had never heard from the photographer before. It was firm, every word laced with venom. She almost took a step back when her eyes met her green ones. There was a fire in them that told the defender she had not, and would not, forgive her. 

“ I just wanted to talk.” She said taking a careful step towards the brunette. 

“You already said everything. All I’m asking is for you to stay away. You’ve got everything you wanted, everyone you wanted. Leave me alone Katie.”

“What is wrong with you?” Katie said, almost offended by the brunette’s attitude. Rosalie had never held her own against her and it was nerve wracking for the arsenal player. “I just wanna talk! You can’t talk to me like this.”

“You lost all respect from me the day I discovered your lies. I'll talk to you how I see fit.”

“I already apologized for that. Rosalie please, it’s not the same with you gone. Just hear me out please.” Rosalie didn’t move. She faced the street, hoping that the defender would give up and go back inside, or even better, leave the pub. But it was all wishful thinking. She knew her too well and the defender never backed down from a fight. 

“What happened in Spain? You changed. What did she tell you to make you believe you could treat me this way?” Her last sentence threw her off. 

 “What are you…” 

“Oh so what, you attach yourself to the biggest name in women's football and think it won’t be the only thing we hear about?” She said with unrestrained anger. “Do you need that much attention?”

As if she had been summoned, Rosalie’s phone chimed with a new message, no doubt from the Spanish midfielder. Katie raised her eyebrows, knowing exactly who that text was from without needing to ask. 

“She has nothing to do with this! And even if what you are insinuating was true, why would it matter? Who I am seeing is none of your business.”

“It’s everyone’s business if you rub it all over instagram.” She spat at the photographer’s face. “It’s just a PR stunt. You’re a fool if you think otherwise.” 

There she was, the Katie McCabe she knew. The one who shattered her without any regret. She was speechless. All her bravado from earlier was gone, the defender had pushed too far and now she was back to how it was before. The Irish woman throwing her tantrum while she stayed still, with tears threatening to spill. 

“Enough.” Rosalie had not registered the arrival of another person, too focused on holding herself together and not showing any emotions. When Leah appeared in her line of sight, Rosalie let a long sight out. 

“Can you hear yourself right now? What would your girlfriend say if she heard you?”

“I’m just looking out for her!”

“This is clearly not for  her benefit, don't try to justify your jealousy McCabe.” She said standing between the photographer and the defender. “Go get your stuff and leave, we’ll talk about your bullshit tomorrow.”

Leah made sure that the Irish woman left and then met the photographer outside again. “Wanna talk about it?” She asked, knowing the answer already. 

“It’s ok, I kinda just wanna go to bed right now.” She said, eyes still fixed on the pavement. 

“I’ll go get the car.”

“I think I’d rather walk if that’s ok.” Leah knew that the woman needed some quiet, so she handed her her keys and left a kiss on the photographer’s forehead before watching her walk away.

[sixosix]

HOLD ON TO THE MEMORIES, AND I WILL HOLD ONTO YOU | LYNEY

notes happy last chapter!! hope u enjoy<33 and tune in for another post in appreciation for the last chapter yeahhh

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It took two months in Sumeru, three in Liyue, and one month in Snezhnaya to take you down. Childe admitted that you held up longer than he expected—training unrelentingly in an unfamiliar environment would shake anyone’s confidence. But you’d been pushing through with excitement at the prospect of traveling to another region and training to become stronger. The adrenaline is quick to disappear when Rosalie has to go back home, and her absence makes the cold loneliness prominent.

When Childe strikes at you with a sword, your calves burn, and your thighs quiver—that split second costs you the match. Childe calls for you to get up. Fight back. But for some reason, all you can think of is how the ice has melted in your boots in a puddle and how the flowers sprinkled sporadically in the snow are the same ones back at home.

Childe senses it, the sudden drop of mood. He studies whatever expression you’re making and smiles.

“Alright. I think it’s about time.”

“I’m sorry.”

Childe pulls you up and throws your arm over his shoulder. “What’re you sorry for?”

You take one heavy step at a time, watching and hating as your feet sink into the soft snow. It’s too cold. “You’re doing so much for me, but I’m too weak to follow through.”

“Nonsense.” He clicks his tongue. “I think of this as one of my duties.”

“But it’s not one of your duties,” you argue weakly. “I’m a burden to your actual duties. My colleagues are already suspicious of this special treatment.”

“They aren’t really your colleagues,” Childe points out. “Just as you aren’t actually working under me. You’re my mentee. There’s a world of difference.”

You sigh, unconvinced. Childe is doing so much to prevent the other Harbingers and even the Tsaritsa herself from snooping in your business. A part of you thinks the Tsaritsa already knows, but it’s about time she does something about it, right?

“You’re thinking too hard,” Childe remarks. When you turn to him, he’s staring ahead. “Don’t worry, okay? You’ve got three Harbingers vouching for you.”

“Three?”

Childe grins. “That boyfriend of yours is about to be one, isn’t he?”

Excitement thrums in each bone of your body as the familiar view of the continent-sized fountain comes to view. You nearly fall over into the ocean from tipping forward.

“Fontaine’s not going anywhere,” Childe yells out from the other side of the Fatui-issued ship.

The wind whips through your hair. The recognizable scent of the sea breeze makes you laugh in delight. Maybe you missed your home more than you realized. 

“I wouldn’t let it, anyway,” you answer back.

Once the ship has reached the dock, you bound over to Childe, who looks over curiously.

“Thank you,” you say, and you really, really mean it. For the past few months, for this and possibly for more in the future.

Childe ruffles your hair. It would’ve made you glare at him on usual days, but you’re bursting with happiness so you let him until he says, “No problem, Y/N. We’re friends now.”

Childe nudges you forward. “Now, go hurry. I’m about one messenger bird away from losing my patience with Lyney.”

Despite that, you meet with Rosalie first.

The sun has barely risen, just peeking from rolling hills. The shop is still closed. But this is your home, so you push the key in, pull the door open, and catch sight of Rosalie fixing the displays on the shelf behind the counter.

“Maman, why are you up so early?”

Rosalie’s head whips around, then her limbs lock up in place. She’d been with you for the first two weeks of Sumeru, admiring their flora, then taking a lot of them home. You see them displayed on the shelves next to your first flower—the ones that are certainly for sale. Rosalie still hasn’t moved, frozen, gaping at you.

“Surprise,” you say, then she boots back to life and runs over to hug you.

“Oh, my darling,” Rosalie says reverently, as if speaking to the gods, thanking them. Her hands are stained with soil dirt and the smell of leaves, but you find that there is nothing else more fitting. You really are home. “Ma bébé! You’re back!”

You pluck a few petals off of her hair. “I am.”

Rosalie pulls back and grins up at you. “You’re home! You’re—” her face twists in realization, “Oh, you’re back. Oh, dear. You just missed Lyney. He came over earlier to help me settle everything before I opened up.”

“Wait, really?”

Rosalie nods, ushering you inside the counter, where the door leads to upstairs to the kitchen. “Yes, yes. Since I returned, Lyney has been coming over to visit and help me with the shop.”

Your heart skips a beat. “He does?”

“Mhm. At first, I assumed it was because he got used to visiting you, but he just does it every day now. ” Rosalie shakes her head fondly, smoothing down your hair. “That boy. I tell him that he should focus when he has shows to practice or prepare for, but he just buries his hands in the dirt as an answer.”

“I see you two have gotten closer while I was away.” The image of Lyney changing pots, getting his hands soiled, while he insists that Rosalie does the watering, makes you unbelievably fond.

“As stubborn as you,” Rosalie chides, smiling. “He knows how to handle them, though. Did you know, Lyney started to send out messenger birds when I told him I was missing you? That boy is more than head over heels, darling.”

“Maman,” you say, embarrassed. “I just came back. Aren’t you going to ask how I am?”

“I don’t need to. Lyney updates me anyway,” Rosalie says. “But I have missed you, so tell your maman about everything, okay?”

“I’ll tell you stories for as long as you want me to, maman.”

Rosalie’s eyes water, but she braves through it as she stares wordlessly at you. She wipes it off, then ruffles your hair. Do you have a sign on your head or something? 

“I’m proud to call you my daughter. I’ll always want you to.”

Freminet is the first out of the siblings to hear from you. It’s not on purpose. You’re on your way to surprise Lyney and Lynette when you hear a soft voice call out after you. Your head snaps side to side, frantically looking for the source, then grin wide when Freminet waves at you feverishly.

“Y/N!” he exclaims breathlessly.

“Freminet!” you yell back, falling towards a hug that he tightly reciprocates. 

“I didn’t know you were back?” He says incredulously, which might just be the most passionate emotion you’ve ever felt from him. He looks torn between disbelief and joy.

“Just this morning. I wanted to surprise all of you.” To gain a sense of satisfaction, you bury your hand in his hair first, knocking his beret aside when you ruffle and mess with his hair. “Your hair’s gotten longer than usual.”

“Yeah. You missed too much,” Freminet mumbles. But he doesn’t look depressed about it. He beams up at you, reminding you of a particularly pleased puppy.  “You have a lot to catch up on.”

“I know, I know.”

“But wait.” Freminet’s brows scrunch together. “How long are you allowed to stay here?”

“Two weeks, at most. But I can always come back whenever I want.”

Freminet laughs. “Are you going to max out your two weeks before you talk to Lyney?”

“Shut up.” You elbow his ribs, but Freminet just laughs harder. “I was on my way to your house before I saw you.”

Freminet hums thoughtfully, his gaze drifting off to somewhere far. “I don’t think Lyney’s home right now.”

“Really?” You follow his gaze, but see nothing. Only kids running around, throwing cards around and sounding explosions with their mouths. You smile. Were they imitating Lyney? It seems that even if you try to avoid him, you’ll find traces of his footsteps anywhere. “Huh. Where could he be then?”

“Ever since you left, Lyney goes to this one spot a lot,” Freminet says, turning back to you with a knowing glint in his eye.

“Ma mère’s shop?”

“No, no. A different one. He says you two sparred there, and he goes there when he misses you. He goes every day.”

Rosalie, then now Freminet… You feel giddy, fondness bursting in your chest at the thought of Lyney missing you as much as you missed him. Not that you’d admit it to him straight up—because then he’d never let it go. But even then, the thought of that has you smiling to yourself like a madman.

Freminet notices it, too. “I’ll tell Lynette you said hi.”

True to his word, you find Lyney in the same spot he asked you to spar with him after years without it. You face his back, but you keep your steps light and measured, moving closer and closer until you see that he’s picking flowers. For his show, maybe?

Lyney looks vulnerable, hunched over a patch of flowers and gently unrooting them from the grass.

You spread your palm and let ice materialize above it in the shape of a heart. It’s smooth and clean after months and months of perfecting it. Then you throw it towards him. You have exceptional aim—you barely miss his ear on purpose. But Lyney straightens up in a snap and catches the heart with a gloved hand.

He looks at the heart in confusion, then rapidly whips around to you.

You grin and wave, unsure of what to say. What do you even greet him with? It’s nice to see you again? I missed you?

You haven’t had much time to think about it as Lyney sprints to you and tackles you down into a hug, blowing the air out of your chest as you both fall on the grass. You laugh as Lyney rubs his head on your neck like those affectionate cats back at Sumeru, his arm wrapped tightly around your shoulder.

Lyney pulls away, pupils blown wide.

“Hi,” he breathes out.

“Hi,” you whisper in return. Maybe the right thing to say is, “Lyney.”

“You’re back. You—you’re back in Fontaine—you made me a heart!”

“I did,” you say shyly. “I’m home.”

Sumeru had been wonderful; with trees that stretched and went on for forever, dewy grass that tickled your calves, and the heat of the sand that you longed for when you reached Snezhnaya. Liyue had been beautiful; spread with the aroma of spices and the orange glow of their sunset, then the mountains that allowed you to soar from one to another. Snezhnaya had been enchanting; the view of their sky was unmatched, the flowers that were unique to the cold climate were beautiful, their snow sent you a thrill that you knew you couldn’t feel anywhere else, and you were able to refine your Vision in the place where it belonged.

But the warmth that Lyney emanated—that he gave you—was the kind you missed in every place you went to. This is where you belong.

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*Rosalie had taken a walk down by the beach to calm her thoughts when suddenly something stabbed her, it looked like a scorpion, next thing she knows she reliving every single terrible memory of her dad's, as she falls to her knees, she lets out a terrible blood curling scream*

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Shoutout Sunday

I just wanted to collect some of the most memorable Astarion fanfics I've read so far and to give them and their authors a big ol' shoutout. These are some of the fics I strongly suggest others to check out, if you haven't yet.

Also, please feel free to comment and recommend your favorites as well! And, if you know of some of these authors on tumblr, lemme know, so I can add them too :) I'm not too good with words, so I'll be slapping some of the authors own words as descriptions (for now). Oh, and do be mindful of tags etc etc... Here goes, in no particular order:

Pieces Still Stuck In Your Teeth by howlsmovinglibrary (@wetcatspellcaster) "The Vampire Ascendent has crossed a line. Eleven years after making the biggest mistake of her life and losing the man she loved, tiefling wizard (now Archmage) Rosalie decides it’s time to put this Astarion in the ground for good. Hopefully, both her head and her heart are strong enough to see this awful task through to its end."

An Honest Lie by howlsmovinglibrary (@wetcatspellcaster) "Astarion and Rosalie think they understand each other perfectly, but they have each fallen prey to the other’s mask. As they both go forward with their adventure, will either of them dare to be honest?"

A Crooked Touch by eyes_of_the_lamb "If you want to read a story where Astarion is sweet from the start and Tav is here to fix him, this isn't the one. If you want to read about two terribly broken men spending a good long while making each other worse before they make each other better, this might be for you. If you thought the in-game romance was a little too easy and it should have been ten times more painful and difficult to convince Astarion he's worthy of love, this is definitely for you."

Perfect Slaughter by Imagineitdear (@imagineitdearies ) "Tyrus, a low-born drow with aspirations for necromantic wizardry, finds none of the hospitality he expected from his new noble patron, Cazador Szarr. Quickly he loses his life and future, his hopes and dreams—only to find something new to fight for in the unlikely arms of Cazador’s least favorite spawn."

A Novel Experience by meanboss (@meanbossart ) "Initially just an epilogue for my own game campaign with my big meaty dark urge drow, turned whole story which I accidentally deleted and am now reuploading, my bad LOL

Hope you enjoy!"

Carving Through The Dark by skitter "The realm is safe and the story is over.

Wren and Astarion descend into the Underdark in search of a new purpose, and learn a few things along the way. Namely, that healing isn't linear and sometimes love takes the long way round."

Blood In The Weave by gingealish "There is no need to breathe, but I miss it all the same. The suffocating silence, the desperate darkness have encapsulated me for I don’t even know how long; It could have been tendays or years. I’ve long since accepted my punishment, stopped trying in vain to crack the seal of my tomb against the onslaught of panic and hunger. Now I lay here, thinking of the friends I’ve lost, the lover who turned on me, and how to finally get even.

Astarion is the new Big Bad Evil Guy. Spawn Tav is rescued by a familiar face. "

When He’s all but Forgotten How to Love Again by bg_brainrot "You saved Baldur’s Gate almost 300 years ago. You died 150 years ago. On a new life now, you find that memories from your past lead you to a specific silver-haired man. Who was he, and why won't he leave you be? tldr; An Elf-Tav reincarnation story where Tav dreams about Astarion in their nightly reveries and eventually seeks him out once they reach maturity. Things definitely totally go well."

More Than Any Words by mataglap "They have saved the city and possibly the world. All is great and everyone is happy... except Astarion has been banished back into the shadows, and Tav is stuck in an uneven battle with his own oath. He's losing the fight. He knew he would from the moment he fell for Astarion. But he can't lose yet, not before they find a way for Astarion to walk in the sun again."

Inexhaustible Oil by homeward_bound "This is the absolute opposite of a redemption fic. A post-canon, fall-from-grace, "I can make you infinitely worse" kind of story, in which there is no simple happy ending. But there's mystery on the way. And dragons. True love, even. So if you're fine with that, come aboard. It's going to be a wild ride."

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𝖈𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖓 𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖊

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: carlisle, esme, rosalie, emmett, jasper, alice, edward

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: alice predicted your arrival years before you could even imagine yourself entangled to a family of vampires as their mate. this is their reaction when they find out about you.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: none, except that bella is not included

𝐀/𝐍: just a little work i have in mind! anyone else gets mad when they leave esme out of the fics?

Alice has seen the way your hair framed your face, how your lips tilted up when you laughed at the jokes your colleague said — she's seen it all, as if she watched a movie in which the main star was you.

And she enjoyed all of that. In fact, she sought the moment her visions would grasp her away from reality just to see you, normally accompanied by the Cullen family members. She sensed from the beginning the bond shared between you and each one of the family, a tickling awareness that if her heart could still beat it would reverberate in exhilaration.

A familiar glance shot towards Edward, whose abilities granted him the same bliss, causing him to crave for glimpses of his mate, and it soon became the perfect little secret between the siblings.

It was almost impossible for Alice to contain her excitement, Carlisle and Esme were the ones to bring it up during a family moment. The petite vampire was unsure if it was the right time to tell everyone — but who cares, right? They've already lived for a hundred years, time was nothing but an illusion and there was nothing left except for memories from a previous life.

Edward stood beside her as she posed with an ear-to-ear smile. I've seen her. We all have a human mate!

Rosalie spoke up first, a tingle of hurt in her voice. Her? She's… She's our mate? meaning they would be all sharing. The fact you were human took her by surprise. She worried for your safety and she doubted standing with vampires would do any good. She flashed Emmett a weak smile when she felt his heavy but reassuring embrace.

Rosalie wasn't as excited as her partner. Sure, she would come to terms with it, the bond existing between mates making it difficult to stay away from you, but it would take her a while to accept that it was your fate.

As for Emmett, he thought of himself so lucky as if he'd won the lottery. He couldn't wait to finally meet you. Oh, the things he would do. He wouldn't be able to keep his hands off you, even carrying you across the woods, the idea that you were merely a human (knowingly?) placed in the back of his mind — you absolutely had no idea the limits you'd be crossing with him.

Carlisle spoke up, I've heard stories about coven mates, but I've never imagined it was a real thing. His gaze glinted with small sparkles of hope and yet, he slightly worried about the dynamics of sharing a mate with the entire family, a human one nonetheless, and the implications it would have in their lives.

He was, however, grateful for the good news and the chance to experience such rare event in his life. The smile sent him by Esme served to sooth him into acceptance and his worries were soon forgotten.

Esme knew deep in her heart she would love you, there was absolutely no doubt in that. She was delighted to have a new addition to the family, one that would ignite flames of joy and love in all of them. You would be more than welcome to take your time in adapting into the family as Esme is known as the patient and loving one.

Jasper shared the same excitement Alice had, both partners so tuned to each other's feelings that an addition would shake things for good. He was thrilled to have you as his mate. Just like Emmett, he couldn't wait until the right moment, he had to meet you. But as it was with Alice, he knew he had to be patient.

Finally, Edward, knowing it from the beginning, got used to the idea of sharing a mate. At first, one could say being the private individual he was, the idea of sharing didn't stick well enough with him, but he eventually grew fond of that. He didn't worry nor was so eager as his siblings, he simply accepted the idea as his destiny and hoped to be accepted by you as well.

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I don't feel like Emmett gets enough love...maybe something where reader really wants his attention but he is hunting (or something like that) and really misses the feeling of his lips and hands...I'd also prefer to see how cheeky and lighthearted he can be...thank youuuu

a/n: I really loved writing this and thank you sm for the request! Emmett is a super underrated character and I always love getting to write about him. I hope you enjoy the story :)

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miss me?

gn!reader x emmett cullen (fluff)

words: 1243

summary: You can’t help missing Emmett, your boyfriend, while he’s away hunting. When he’s finally back he learns how much you missed him, which results in him playfully teasing you. 

“Is it even fair that you’re playing Scrabble with us?” you ask Edward, frustrated about your losing streak. Esme, Carlile, Edward, and you are all playing Scrabble together in the living room. Alice and Rosalie are there too, but neither of them are playing. Rosalie is watching a soap opera and Alice is knitting something. She says it’s going to be a sweater, but it doesn’t really look like one. 

“It’s Scrabble, not poker. Reading minds doesn’t exactly help me with this game,” Edward responds as he lays down the word fuliginous. 

“What the fuck kind of work is fuliginous?” you ask, annoyed with him.

“It means sooty,” Edward said sassily. Carlisle laughed under his breath, trying to hide it. Carlisle and Esme had really embraced you as one of their kids, but like most siblings, you and Edward were always teasing each other about something. In fact, most people in this family were always teasing each other. It made everyone feel more human to not be so grim all the time. That’s what had originally attracted you to Emmett. He was always laughing or cracking jokes, and he reminded you not to take everything so seriously. That’s why when he first confessed his love to you, you thought it was just some joke. Right after, when he started kissing you, you realized it was serious. 

“I forfeit,” Carlisle said. 

“What?” You asked disappointedly. In the Cullen house it was widely agreed that if someone forfeit it felt like no one truly won. 

“Yeah, he’s got nothing he can play,” Edward responded. Clearly his mind reading was helping him with Scrabble. 

“Why do you seem so upset?” Esme asked you, softly touching your hand. At heart, she was such a mother.

“Because Scrabble was an effort to pass the time while waiting for Emmett to come back,” Edward responded while looking at you, trying to embarrass you. Yesterday, Emmett and Jasper left to go hunting together and they wouldn’t be back until tomorrow. Emmett returning had been all that you’d thought about since he left, and it was starting to drive Edward insane. You couldn’t get his lips off your mind. Cold, soft, always ready to kiss you with so much passion. The thought of his hands was even worse. You reminisced on how large and strong they were. You constantly replayed in your mind the memories of Emmett holding your hips like someone holding onto their favorite mug. Tightly, tight enough to never drop it, but gentle enough to not make it shatter. 

“Don’t worry, they’ll be back early,” Alice tells you from across the room. “But when they’re back you might not be so happy about it,” Alice warns you playfully. Edward laughs, presumably having already seen whatever Alice predicted. You just roll your eyes and start to clean up the board game. 

The next day you stayed in bed all morning watching reruns of your favorite show, hiding away under your comforter. You only got out of bed and got dressed for the day after Alice told you to “look presentable for when Emmett gets home.” Even if she also teased about how much you missed Emmett that weekend, you knew she’d understand. According to Edward, she’d been thinking about nothing but date ideas for when Jasper was back. You were biased, so of course you thought that you and Emmet were the cutest couple, but you had to admit Jasper and Alice were a very close second. 

“They’re here!” Alice shouted excitedly from downstairs. You quickly rushed down, excited to see Emmett once again. It had been a long weekend, and even if you had infinite time with him, it never made the time away from him any easier. 

“Hey, darlin’,” Jasper says as he walks through the front door, quickly grabbing Alice’s hand and kissing it gently. Emmett walked in a few seconds later and began to lean on the doorframe. He had one hand on his waist and the other propped up against the door frame, trying to look seductive. As always, it worked. 

“Miss me, sweetheart?” Emmett asks you playfully. You laugh and he quickly walks over to envelop you in a hug, running his hands through your hair after he does.

“How do you know about that,” you ask confusedly, reluctantly removing yourself from the hug.

“Well, according to the rest of the family you just couldn’t stand to be without me. Constantly talking about how you miss my muscles and my mouth and my-”

“Okay, that’s enough,” you say, embarrassed. He wiggles his eyebrows at you and you have to try not to laugh. 

“Y’know, I remember you thinking about how when you got Emmett alone again you were gonna-” You immediately cut Edward off the same way you had Emmett. It’s a miracle Emmett can’t blush, because he knows if he was human he’d be firetruck red. 

“Oh, I’m gonna kill you,” you shout as you try to jump at Edward. Emmett quickly grabs you by the waist, pulling you back as you make an attempt to strangle Edward. You hear Emmet laugh at your antics as you send a piercing glare Edward’s way. 

“Calm down, killer,” Emmett remarks lightheartedly. Edward hisses at you like a cat that’s been dumped in water, so you reach an arm out to him, pretending to try and claw at him.

“Oh! They’re having another cat fight!” Alice exclaims, causing the whole room to laugh. 

“Let’s get you away from this moron,” Emmett jokes, throwing a cheeky glance at Edward. Without warning, he quickly throws you over his shoulder and begins to walk toward your bedroom. That vampire speed and strength really allows him to do anything. You make an attempt to playfully hit his back as you dangle from his shoulder, but it’s a fruitless endeavor. You hear small laughs from everyone else, but you're not even embarrassed. They’re your family. 

“So, what was it you were gonna do to me when we’re alone?” Emmett asks playfully as he walks up the stairs, still carrying you. He sets you down on the ground when the two of you make it to your room, looking at you with an expectant smirk. You sit on the bed, and he looks down at you curiously. 

“You’ll find out soon enough,” you tease. 

“Don’t taunt me,” he warns with a grin. “Besides, I don’t blame you. Who could resist a big strong man like moi?” He asks as he begins to flex his biceps. 

“Yuck,” you joke, pushing his arm away.

“Oh please,” he rolls his eyes playfully and sits down next to you. “I heard about how much you missed me. And my hands. And my lips.”

“I really will kill Edward,” You respond, deadpan.

“You’ll have to get through me first,” Emmett teases. He wraps his arms around you and flexes his muscles, causing them to tighten around you. 

“No way, I’ll feel too bad when you lose,” you say, trying to hold back a smile as you pretend to be worried about him losing a fight to you. 

“In your dreams,” he scoffs, removing his arms from around you, pretending to be hurt. 

“In my dreams for sure,” you respond flirtatiously, causing Emmett to laugh.

“Dork,” he responds, kissing you right after. He would probably be teasing you about how much you missed him for a while, but that might be something you could get used to. 

[dandeliicnsarchiived]

Mattheo Abbott ( @angelk1llr ) and Rosalie Atlas

𝐑𝐮𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, r𝐮𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐚

The relationship between Rosalie and Mattheo is the one relationship that Rosalie believes is real and genuine. With Christopher Lockhart, she experienced everything negative and was treated with all types of abuse that her mind couldn't even comprehend. With Nathaniel, it was a perfect dream that was ruined when she discovered the truth that Nathaniel had invaded her privacy and only acted how she wanted him to act. With Mattheo? She's learned what she enjoyed in a bedroom, she learned confidence and strength.

After her relationship with Nathaniel Lee ended, Rosalie was devasted and the one person she wanted to talk to was Mattheo, but due to the world Mattheo was caught up in, Rosalie never got that chance. However, she learned that in the real world, you had to take care of yourself, you had to be the only person you could rely on and that everyone leaves at one point.

Rosalie believes that love is a friend coming to visit. Sometimes it is mean and cruel, sometimes love is disguised as a dream, and other times; love stays when it's ready to stay but you have to be ready to open the door and let it in.

When Mattheo returned to her life bruised, bloody and battered; she was overwhelmed but still invited him inside so she could tend to his wounds. Rosalie cooked him a hot meal, introduced him to her daughter, Kalmiya and then decided to ask questions about where he's been and why he didn't contact her.

Rosalie wanted to be committed to Mattheo and that came with the additional "baggage" he brought with him. In past, Mattheo had accepted her for her flaws, helped her through tough times in college and taught her lessons that others didn't. She wanted to pay it forward. When Mattheo explained the best he could without giving too much detail, Rosalie listened to understand, she voiced her concerns in hope that he understood her as well and how things went for her.

In the end, the relationship between the two is a lot of conversations and explaining feelings; despite Mattheo not really registering them. Rosalie takes this relationship slow and steady, trying her best to learn from him and understand the methods of his madness and why he does things he way he does. She holds this relationship close to heart; Rosalie trusts him out of everyone she knows. She knows that if he leaves again one day, he will come back in time and she'll be ready at the door to let him in.

[panlight]

The first Twilight book ending with so much genuinely intriguing information about Alice that is immediately ignored is so crazy to me that it’s honestly funny.

The other vampires don’t necessarily remember their human lives well compared to their vampire ones but they do clearly have a lot of memories that inform who they are as people. And then we find out that Alice remembers almost nothing about being human and is the only vampire we meet who basically had her entire personality be created from only her vampire life. And the idea of who someone would be if they had only ever been a super powered future seeing non human is interesting, and it would have been especially interesting to see how it makes her act different from the others and perceive the world differently because she wouldn’t in any way identify with humanity or being human and any human experiences.

And then she just is exactly like everyone else and no it didn’t actually affect a single thing about her personality. And the fact that as both a human and vampire she has never experienced time in a linear fashion is way less impactful on her character than one would think beyond that she used future sight as a helpful tool.

Smeyer is so wild for creating genuinely really cool character and world building ideas and then immediately ignoring them and not considering that they would in any way correlate to how that character acts

Oh for sure! There are so many fascinating little character details that just . . . don't . . . go . . . anywhere. Really Alice waking up as a vampire with no memory of anything else is SO interesting and could be such a contrast to the others, but it's only sort of hinted at and doesn't end up really mattering at all. There's Edward's line about how if she hadn't had her ability to see the future and saw Jasper and Carlisle and where her life would end up, she'd probably have turned out to be a feral monster or something and how no one could understand how she could be abandoned like that. SM pays lips service to the idea that Alice doesn't remember being human but she mostly uses that to like, push her into being obsessed with human rites of passage for Bella that she can sort of live vicariously through rather than a deeper, more meaningful exploration of what it would be like to be in Alice's shoes.

Genuinely, I'm fascinated by every single one of the Cullens' stories as newborns except Bella's, because it's just the most boring one. She doesn't give up or lose anything, she doesn't wake up to a world she didn't know existed. She's about as well-informed as a human could be and she wants to be a vampire and is instantly good at it so it's all just so . . . blah. Alice waking up with no memory and superpowers and insatiable thirst is about 1000 times more interesting. Just imagine how disorientating and confusing and frightening that would be! Carlisle lived out his own horror movie as a newborn, being bitten on a vampire hunting raid gone wrong, hiding during his transformation out of fear his father would burn him alive, realizing what he had become and trying to destroy himself before he hurt anyone ending with him starving himself in the woods for months. Jasper, too, had a whole horror movie where he was the nightmarish monster, to humans as well as other vampires. And the other Cullens died and 'woke' up to a new life they had no idea about and had to lean on strangers they either barely knew or didn't know at all. That's the interesting stuff. That's what I like about vampire stories. But these experiences barely matter to how they act in the present day. Jasper's poor self control matters in some scenes and doesn't matter at all in others. Rosalie's baby obsession is a big feature of Breaking Dawn, but Esme, who actually had and lost a baby, might as well be wallpaper in that book. Edward's going on about how could he ever love this thing if it kills Bella, meanwhile Carlisle's mother literally DID die giving birth to him and it never enters the conversation.

And for SM, Alice's whole "doesn't remember being human" ends up being focused entirely on like, shopping and parties and clothes, so she can live vicariously through Bella. And on one hand there's something interesting in there, something pathetic (in the pathos sense) with Alice trying to understand humanity in this sort of superficial way because she doesn't have the experience or memories to go any deeper, but it's mostly portrayed as just wheee isn't Alice fun! I wish I had a sister/best friend like Alice! It's just blatantly obvious that it's less about who Alice is than what she can do for Bella.

Even in New Moon where we find out that Alice has been researching her own history, found her own grave and asylum admission papers, and it goes nowhere! It doesn't change how Alice behaves at all, it doesn't change her relationship with Bella, Bella just kind of goes "huh interesting" and we never hear about it again. I mean Alice goes through it in these books and you wouldn't even know! She finds out that James had hunted her when she was human and this other vampire turned her to save her and died defending her. She finds out she was put in an asylum by her father and he told everyone she was dead. And even though she's the 4th most prominent character after Bella, Edward and Jacob, there's still no room in the Bella-centric narrative for Alice to have the space to actually deal with any of this. She's too busy fulfilling her role as Bella's fairy godmother sister.

[vigilante-3073]

Mouse

Rosalie Hale x Emmett Cullen x Female Vampire Reader

Summary: Bella observes the relationship between Rosalie, Emmett and Y/N.

TW: Throuple, vampire mates, mentions of death and torture.

In the time that Bella had spent as a human while dating Edward, she learned very little about the young vampire who Rosalie and Emmett shared as a mate. Y/N was quiet and reserved, which made her stand out in the relationship with her mates.

Rosalie had an anger that burned like the hottest flame and Emmett was always the loudest one in the room. Someone so calm and soft-spoken didn't seem to fit into their relationship dynamic.

Y/N almost seemed to get lost behind their big personalities, but they always saw her in a way that others didn't. Rosalie and Emmett always had some innate ability to sense their mate in every situation. They gravitated towards each other like magnets and could always be found together.

One thing Bella had come to notice about Y/N is that her love language was physical touch. Y/N was always touching one or both of her mates in some way. Bella was almost alarmed to see how different Rosalie could be when she was interacting with her young mate.

Rosalie tended to be a bit more protective than affectionate towards Y/N when Bella had first come around, but after some time she gradually started to see Rosalie soften.

Bella would always remember the day she saw them all together for the first time. She had walked into the living room with Edward only to find Y/N sitting sideways on the couch with her back leaned against Emmett's side and his arm wrapped around her body, a baseball game playing on the television. Rosalie sat next to Y/N with her mate's legs draped across her lap while she flipped through a magazine. The sight caught Bella off-guard, but then she started to notice it more and more.

On another day, Y/N was walking through the woods after a hunt with Emmett's arm wrapped around her waist and his hand slipped into the back pocket of her jeans. Her other hand was holding onto Rosalie's as they talked about whatever came to mind.

The day after that Bella saw Y/N sitting on Emmett's lap while she talked to Rosalie about a book that she had just finished. The blonde listened to her intently with a soft smile on her face as Emmett brushed his thumbs back and forth over her hip bones.

At first glance, they seemed like they would never fit together in a million years, but Bella had never seen a closer relationship in her lifetime. There was some unexpected gravitational pull that kept them orbiting around eachother. Y/N grounded the pair in a way that was necessary when they got riled up, bringing everything back into focus.

...

Bella learned that Y/N's human life had ended tragically like many of her family members. She wouldn't talk about it, but Edward knew about what she had endured.

He told Bella that he could feel it when her mind drifted to those memories. The first time it happened, he had frozen in his tracks and his body locked up in a way that he had never experienced before.

Y/N had been walking home after a closing shift at the diner she was working at. A car pulled up beside her and a man offered to drive her home, he pulled a gun on her when she refused. Y/N got into the car and it was definitely a decision that she would regret for the entirety of her human life.

Edward had never known someone who had experienced as much suffering as Y/N had. The man kept her chained up in his basement for weeks, he beat her, starved her, cut her, burned her and forced her to endure many other kinds of torture while under his imprisonment.

Y/N barely managed to escape with her life, her bones were broken and the blood loss had made her weak. She ran from the house until her body collapsed into unconsciousness. Y/N thought that she would die in her place on the damp grass, she could feel herself fading away and she decided that it wasn't the worst place to die.

Someone had found her in the morning and called the authorities, she was taken to the hospital and she would have died from her injuries if Carlisle hadn't been working that day. It took almost a week for her body to put itself back together after she had died.

Y/N's death was traumatic and she was never the same after she had reanimated. Y/N was quiet and reserved, slipping back into those dreadful memories.

She was terrified every day, especially around the men in the house and no one could question her reasons. She gradually formed a friendship with Rosalie, bonding over their shared trauma and Y/N slowly began to come out of her shell a bit.

No one could pinpoint when exactly Y/N and Rosalie's relationship had changed into a romantic one, but it had. Rosalie was Y/N's protector and they hardly ever spent any time apart.

Carlisle felt relieved to see the girls finding something in their lives that was worth carrying on for. They had both been through so much and their willingness to create a relationship let him know that they were adjusting to this new life.

Y/N and Rosalie spent every possible moment together and when Rosalie found Emmett, he was brought into their dynamic seamlessly. If anyone chose to question their relationship, Rosalie would be on them in a second.

Rosalie had a ferocious love that no one could ever mess with. She allowed herself to be used and walked over in her human life, the loss of that life made her stronger and showed her that nothing lasts forever.

Their relationship had endured years of traumatic experiences and bloodshed, built on the back of a curse that provided eternal life.

...

Hearing about their relationship from Edward's point of view gave Bella a better understanding of who they were to each other. Though no recognition could be given to their union at the time, they were all married to each other. It didn't matter to them that it wasn't legal, they knew that their bond ran deeper than any laws ever could.

Bella respected the love that they all had for each other, it was fierce and strong like nothing she had ever seen before. It made her look at the other relationships that had blossomed within the Cullen family and she quickly found that none of them were the same.

They may have had similar values, but their dynamics were all vastly different. Her own relationship with Edward was romantic, tumultuous and tragic. There would always be parts of their lives that would never be possible if they stayed together.

Edward had lived for many years before he met her, forming relationships and losing people that Bella would never know. Bella would likely never know who he was before he died, time changes so much and it would likely be impossible for him to remember now.

If Bella transformed into a vampire to stay at Edward's side, she would lose whatever future she could have had as a human. She would never be able to have children or grow old with her friends or family. Eveyone would die around her and she would remain unchanged with Edward and his family as her only solace in a changing world.

Her fascination with Y/N's relationship had served to put things in perspective for her regarding what she could gain and lose in this life. None of the Cullen children had a choice in whether or not they pursued this life. Bella seemed to have tunnel vision on the topic, always worrying about how much time she was wasting.

Every day that passed made her feel physically older, every scrape or bruise on her skin made her feel like her body would just crumble underneath her. Bella knew that her worries were nothing that a teenager should be concerned about, but she had seen what a future could look like.

Bella was staring down the finish line of a marathon that she had been treating as a sprint. She didn't have to rush, she didn't have to make a choice now.

Y/N, Rosalie and Emmett never would have found each other if it hadn't been for the horrific way that their human lives happened to end.

Bella felt like she could finally understand that this choice shouldn't be rushed, it needed to be carefully considered. Bella didn't need to push the envelope and choose a tragic end for herself when she had the luxury of time.

She would become a vampire, but she could definitely choose to enjoy her life as a human for a while.